#this is quite diff from what I usually write

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honestly would love a continuation from the karasuno version, but like at the same time i want the seijoh version 😭😭

i cant choose huuu, tho whatever u decides to write im sure it'll be great (still tho karasuno continuation got me vv 🥴🥴)

Bullying the First Year Pt. 2 [ONESHOT] [HQ KARASUNO]

I'll give you both💜 but the seijoh part will probably take a few days since i dont want the seijoh ver. to be an exact replica of karasuno with diff names and i want to finish watching s2 so i can capture their character properly. I hope you enjoy!

FEATURING : DAICHI SAWAMURA, SUGAWARA KOUSHI, ASAHI AZUMANE x male reader

Continuation of Part 1! Set in Season 2 during Away Games.

NSFW stuff, DUBCON AF

Find out more under the cut!

"Ne, Sugawara...Looks like you guys finally got along with (m/n) huh?"

The setter who was drinking from his water bottle turned to Tanaka. The second year glancing at the male manager who was being harassed by Hinata about how cool his spike was. Sugawara only tilted his head in innocent faux. "What do you mean?"

Tanaka hummed as he swirled his bottle. "Well...usually you guys have this weird tension. And Daichi doesn't talk to him but yesterday I saw the captain and (m/n) walking home together and they looked like they were fine." Ennoshita chipped in. "So I wasn't imagining it. Asahi seemed like he always tried to provoke (m/n), but now they're okay with each other. Did anything happen between you guys?"

Tanaka and Ennoshita only asked Sugawara because he was the most approachable out of all the third years. The second years have noticed the beef between their manager and the seniors although they only discussed it in secret. Currently, they're at their away training camp in Shinzen and everything was running smoothly, albeit their losing streak and the fact that (m/n) couldn't make it to their first training camp in Tokyo.

It was weird to think that (m/n), who was not even a player meaning he had more time to study, had failed two subjects and had to take the supplementary exam. Although he denied the offer of riding to Tokyo with Tanaka's sister with Kageyama and Hinata in tow. Daichi didn't give much of a response, only saying he would talk to the (h/c).

That same night they heard Kiyoko scolding, and the beautiful manager never gets mad, but oddly Kiyoko was reprimanding the rest of the third years. Although they couldn't quite capture why was she mad but apparently it involved luring and trapping someone?

Sugawara's face didn't falter as he waved off their concerns, assuring the second years that they had a minor misunderstanding at the start of their introduction and it was all settled.

Free practice ensued as Karasuno went on with their respective goals, Sugawara and Daichi doing a synchronization attack with the others although Asahi was nowhere to be found.

"Sorry! Got caught up with something." The ace sheepishly entered the gym, looking eager and fresh to hit some sets. Nishinoya glanced behind Asahi to see a panting (h/c) who was all sweaty. "What were you doing, (m/n)? You looked like you did a major workout!" He teased the manager who only scrunched up his nose and limped his way to the rest of the managers.

"Huh? Is he injured or something? Why is he walking like that-" "Don't mind him! The night isn't going to be young forever. Let's practice!" Sugawara cut off Nishinoya's sentence as he pushed the libero towards the court, his eyes flickering to Asahi getting smacked by Daichi.

"See (m/n)! Told you, you would get along with us!" Hinata cheered behind the (h/c), who didn't say a word as he accompanied Hinata to the third gymnasium, where Kuroo and Bokuto is playing as well as Akaashi and Tsukishima. "Although it seems that you're more close to the third years than I am. Even though I've known them longer..." The ginger mumbled as he twiddled his fingers.

Again, the manager didn't respond as they entered the gym and (m/n) helped them by collecting stray balls and tossing it to Akaashi. Tsukishima would glance at him a few times before getting lectured by the Nekoma captain.

Daichi stared at the gym doors where (m/n) had exited before turning to Asahi. "...I told you to go easy on him." "Sorry. Got a bit excited. He's cute these days, all fidgety around us." "Do you want to blow us over? Cover your tracks, you idiot." Sugawara hissed as he jammed his elbow into the ace's side.

"The others said that we look like we're all getting along, especially you Daichi." The setter spoke as he ignored the crestfallen ace on the floor. "Really? I didn't think there'd be that much of a difference." The captain tapped his chin, his lips pressed into a thin line.

"You were the meanest out of all of us. I guess he was scared of you the most." Asahi propped himself up as he spoke, ignoring the glaring ravenette.

"...he's obedient now. I prefer it that way."

The setter only laughed as he waved them off. "I'm getting dibs on him in the showers. Don't you dare try to join us." He hissed at the two before hopping off to drag Tanaka into another set, leaving Daichi and Asahi to themselves.

If any other normal person would have listened in on their conversation, they would've been creeped out with how normal they spoke as they danced around the topic.

The boy manager of Karasuno, (m/n) (l/n) who has been reduced to a quiet footman for the seniors. Daichi wouldn't say 'reduced' but more to 'tamed'. It was known that the (h/c) is a brash person, especially around people his age but he would watch his mouth more around his upperclassmen...until he gets angry that is.

When Daichi first saw him stumbling through the gym doors, making a scene, he was quite annoyed, reminded of Hinata and Kageyama's first introduction. He thought it would be another rude junior that would ignore him and the obligated seniority but he was impressed to find that he was a reliable manager and an overall pleasant person to be around.

Maybe he was in a bad mood on that specific day, but he wasn't up for playing 'nice' nor welcoming someone new. His players were already a handful, especially the four idiots and he simply lacked the energy to usher someone around in the already socially established club.

Usually, he would apologise the next day, saying his head was clouded but he saw how annoyed (e/c) leered at him whenever (m/n) thought he wasn't looking or the silent curses he would mumble. That ticked him off and he was cold ever since. And when he found out they were neighbours-

"Daichi. Don't you think you're being...malicious to the new manager?"

The captain turned to the long-haired ace. He didn't respond, only raising an eyebrow to Asahi. Sugawara cut in. "What he meant was why are you acting like a little bitch to our new member? Ignoring him and stuff. The others are starting to ask." He teased the ravenette.

Daichi didn't say much, he only stared at his gym shoes and glanced to the (h/c) who was conversing with the second years. He scanned his figure, his eyes wandering a bit too long on his face and frowned. "He's rude." Sugawara wanted to roll his eyes and spite the captain.

"I want to ruin him."

Both Asahi and Sugawara immediately turned their heads to the captain who held a nonchalant look, a foreign expression for him, while still staring at (m/n). "...Or to see him cry, at least." "..."

The setter scoffed. "I always knew you were a sadist, Daichi." The captain only hummed as he knelt down to tie his shoelaces. "Don't act as if you're oh so innocent, Mr. Refreshing." "Shut up." He stifled a chuckle and stood up again.

"So are we gonna do it?" Asahi turned to glance at the (h/c), gazing at his glistening (s/c) and his fluttering eyelashes on his (e/c) eyes. Sugawara rolled his eyes. "I think he already started it." Daichi was silent, his eyes unwavering.

He didn't think much of it back then. Bullying was always a functioning outlet anyways.

Slaps of skin resonated through the small clubroom with a crying naked manager who was too aroused from the heavy thrusts he was receiving. His back was sore against the wooden table in the middle of the room and his throat was parched from all the screaming and wailing he had done.

"You're so adorable, (m/n)." Asahi groaned into the manager's ears, holding him down and kissing down his neck. The (h/c) only squirmed against the strong brunette, helpless against his ticklish facial hair as his hips stuttered against Asahi's. "-'s too much-ngh! Too much fu- achkk!"

He choked as the brunette sped up his motion, increasing his tempo as he felt his release. "You're our junior and manager, (m/n)." Sugawara cooed as he jacked off the (h/c)'s dick. "This is practically your job, don't you think? Helping us release some steam."

(m/n) wailed as he felt Sugawara squeezing him, he shivered as he felt his hole filled and Asahi biting into his shoulder. His pants were getting heavier as he placed his hand across his face. "I-I don't want anymore..." He whimpered as fingers shoved into his ass, digging out liquids that were stuffed deep into him.

Daichi trailed his fingers over (m/n)'s neck as he took Asahi's spot, pulling the (h/c) closer by his waist. "Be good and we'll play nice with you." Partially a lie, the captain was talking about himself. If the manager was compliant, then he'll be gentle. Not that he hated the contrary.

The manager only cried into his hands as he shakily nodded, not that they could see. "Please b-be gentle to me...Daichi- hiks!" He wheezed as the captain pulled him onto his lap, his naked thighs shivering and Daichi only gripped his hair, already holding his favourite spot.

The captain didn't say anything, only crashing his lips on the (h/c)'s who mewled against his mouth, Sugawara and Asahi smearing their hands all over the pair, drowning them in debauchery and temporary bliss.

Ever since then, (m/n) had been more quiet and polite, especially around the third years. Hinata was confused when the (h/c) mentioned about a study group and at that moment something clicked inside the (h/c)'s head.

He tried avoiding the trio truthfully, it wasn't that hard outside of club hours but he dreaded stepping inside the gym or the clubroom. Sugawara was a clever person, always whisking him away to fuck him under a staircase or asking him to stay after practice and would double penetrate him with Asahi inside the storage room.

He would walk home with sticky cum running down his legs or being cleaned by Sugawara who would take his time with him inside the school communal showers. Asahi would only bother him when he was frustrated, either from studies or not being able to hit his spikes right.

Daichi wouldn't join on their frisky escapades. But Sugawara knew that the captain preferred to be alone with the (h/c).

-

Training camp was over, Coach Ukai finished the debriefing and everyone was dispersing to go home in their respective ways in the late night. (m/n) cursed to himself as he accidentaly slipped on a rock. A hand reached out to stabilise him and the (h/c) glanced to see the captain pulling him up.

"Be careful. It's dark and dangerous right now."

They did live close after all.

"...Thanks." (m/n) mumbled as he pulled his arm back, shoving his hands in his pockets as he continued his way. Daichi silently followed, two steps behind the (h/c).

Their relationship had progressed significantly, after...midterms. (m/n) didn't know what to call it. What he had with the other third years. And it was especially passionate with the captain.

(m/n) was sure his body would give out one day, or one of the second years would find out with how frequent they would pull him in an isolated area and was determined to make him cream his pants as much as he could. At first, he resisted and melted every time one of them would shove their deep fingers into his hole or fucked him nice and slow that would made all of his rebellion disappear.

Sometimes, he caught himself looking forward to those moments. Wondering when will one of his seniors pulled him so they could shove themselves into him, letting him drown in that sinful pleasure.

The grey area he was shoved into was suffocating and risky, but lust conquered all and it conquered him.

"Is anyone home?" (m/n) hadn't noticed that they had arrived at the front of his gates. He turned to see Daichi looking at him, the streetlamp next to them illuminating his handsome features. The captain rarely divulge himself with (m/n), not as frequent as the other two. The scariest of the third years definitely had something in his mind.

"..."

-

"Urmmff- mmng haa ah ah anghh!!" (m/n) moaned as he Daichi pounded his penis into the (h/c)'s hole that was so wet and puckered from the unnecessary amount of lube and fingering the captain did. He definitely appreciated foreplay.

Both of them were in (m/n)'s room, on his bed missionary and only the (h/c) was fully naked as Daichi immediately ripped off all of his clothings as soon as they stepped inside his room.

(m/n) wasn't sure why he let Daichi step in his house. His family was gone, visiting their relatives up north while (m/n) was away at training camp. He could've lied to the captain. Rejecting his advances although he wasn't sure it would be as effective but the fact that he willingly let Daichi enter through the gates of his home and let him follow to his room wasn't so much of a wonder.

Daichi huffed as he gripped one of (m/n)'s thighs, giving it a slap as he watch the flesh bounce from the impact. The (h/c) had his arms around the ravenette's neck as his legs was pushed upwards. His hole tightened around Daichi's cock as he cried when the captain began to shove himself in harder and deeper, going in as far as balls deep inside (m/n)'s puckered and reddened hole.

The captain gazed down at the (h/c)'s face, his eyes wandering and scanning his features as he felt his release nearing. "(m/n)." The manager huffed as his own (e/c) stared down black ones.

Daichi leaned down to kiss the (h/c), pressing his lips oddly in a gentle manner but pushing his legs to his shoulders roughly. "I think you should raise your tongue a bit more." The captain stated as he fucked the manager faster.

(m/n) stuck his tongue out with a confused face although his bottom was shaking from all the sex Daichi shoved into him. The ravenette licked and pressed his tongue all over (m/n)'s who was whimpering feverishly.

The (h/c) doesn't know what to do. What to do of him. What to do of them. But for now, all he could do was to play the nice little junior for them. He was also no longer allowed to show support for his cousin at any volleyball event.

Daichi pushed (m/n) into a mating press, making sure his cum filled the manager all the way in, not wanting for any of it to go to waste. The (h/c) whined as his own penis spurted white semen.

The manager could not see him running away from the third years any time soon.

[END SCENE]

[unedited]

Afterthoughts :

I am literally falling asleep as I write this but I wanted to post it asap. I will fix it dwdw although I felt this didn't align with the first part very well. I'll add tags tmrw. Next up is Seijoh

#bottom male reader #sub male reader #x bottom male reader #x male reader #haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu #male reader smut #male reader #smut #daichi sawamura #asahi azumane #sugawara koushi #oukabarsburg

[catsfor2]

hit me, pt 1

word ct.: 2.3k, largely unedited gen: boxer!ellie x med student!reader au!!!, reader is a barista, ellie is mean (she has her reasons), reader is a pretty princess femme because i said so, also ellie says dyke (because i said so)(but not in this chapter lol) warnings: swearing/language, age diff (reader is 19 ellie is 23), drug use (alcohol), eventual smut, angst

a/n: this chapter is a kinda slow start, i mostly just wanted write some establishing dialogue type stuff. i want this to be a medium length ish fic. definitely nsfw in the future. i’m also going to (attempt) to have a more organized pov switching order? idk maybe each part switches between ellie and reader or maybe 1 switch per part? idk. lmk what u think. if you like my writing pls interact on this post or even visit my blog to submit a hc, drabble, or fic idea! requests are open

a/n 2: also, thank you sm to everyone who voted on the poll!!! will totally be doing more of those in the future

part 1.5

You were so drunk. Like, so fucking drunk. Legs wobbling and cheeks flushed, an idiot could notice how intoxicated you were. Hanging off of your friends and approaching strangers. A mess, is what you looked like. You'd learned to restrict yourself over the years, as your friends have informed you of all of the humiliating behaviors you exhibit drunk.

You weren't too worried about anything, though. It's your first night drinking in a while—you're up at university now. Rarely do you get to join Dina and her friends by actually consuming the alcohol—you usually just pass. However, tonight, you wanted to get fucked up. You wanted to forget. Fortunately Dina's a good host, and an even better friend. If anyone was going to be holding your hair back at the end of the night, it would probably be her.

The very first thought you had was holy shit, this is not Dina holding my hair. You shouldn't say 'holding', really. Whoever's hand was in your hair was gripping, hard.

"Shut up, you're fine. Here—drink. No, not sip, drink." A voice directs, bringing a cold cup of water to your mouth.

The first sip is disgusting, the stale tastes of alcohol on your tongue washing down your throat.

Oh Christ, is this one of Dina's friends? How do I not remember her? And her...huge shoulders?

"Seriously—fuckin' drink or I'll make you." The same voice says, meaner and harsher. This person talked to you like you were an animal.

The hand that clutches your hair lets go, and surprisingly gently, rakes over your head a few times to smooth it out. You absentmindedly lean into the touch, too far past the threshold to stop yourself.

The hand moves to your nape as you start to drink, cradling. Her fingers just barely reach around the sides of your neck.

You hesitantly gulp about half the glass of water before the brunette puts it back on the counter.

"Ewwww, is that sink water?" You whine, your face scrunching.

"What, it's not good enough for you? You want Fiji? Fuck is the problem?"

Her tone sobers you up for a moment, locking your eyes to the tiles. You couldn't look at someone while they yelled at you.

Slouching on the floor while she hovers over you, you pull the edges of your dress over your folded legs, only just now feeling the bareness. Your hands stay clutched in the fabric.

"Are you done now?" She says. Rudely, you think. She could've meant 'done' with your vomiting or with your complaining, you weren't quite sure.

"Yeah...I think so. Thank you. Um, really, thank you." You try to say, still feeling stuffy and weighted from all the liquor in your system. She looks at you so intensely you turn your head to escape her gaze.

"Dina asked me to." She takes a damp towel and wipes around your face. "Plus you're so drunk it's a fuckin' liability."

"I'm—m'sorry. Who are you? I've never seen you at one of Dina's...things...before, I don't think."

Her hand stills, wet rag still in it. Her eyes hold yours for a moment, closely and intensely, before darting away again.

“Yeah, you haven’t.”

She rolls up her sleeves before wiping over your collarbones and you spot her tattoo. It takes your gaze up the length of her arms, and you simply let your eyes wander over her figure for as long as you want.

"You should probably throw that dress away. Y'got shit all over it now." She states.

Well.

You look down and see that the moisture on your dress has made it completely see through. Your arm moves to drape across your chest to cover your vibrantly patterned bra and your breasts awkwardly spilling out of it.

"Come on, that's jus mean," you complain. "...ignoring me like that. Please, please, pleeease tell me your name..." Your voice is drunken, high-pitched, and definitely annoying. The woman in front of you grimaces.

"No."

"Why not?" You giggle a bit. "I'll tell you mine."

It was kind of your specialty. Annoying people. Her eyebrows shift downwards. No response.

"Hm, ok. I'll ask Dina." You say, a tiny smile trying to break through your face.

"Do it. See if I give a fuck."

"Woooaahhhh, somebody's got a bee in her bonnet! Who peed in your wheaties?"

"You did. And you're at least sixty-fucking-years-old for even saying that," She tosses the rag behind her and puts her hands on her knees to stand all the way up. "y/n."

Your face lights up an in instant. You scramble to your feet.

"How--how do you know mine? But I can't know yours!?"

"Just how it is. I have to go now." She says, throwing her khaki jacket on her back.

"But--hey, hold on, I don't have a ride home anymore! Everyone's left by now!"

"Not my problem. Call your fucking boyfriend or something." She barks, hands now defensively in her pockets.

A laugh promptly bursts out of you, and you impulsively reach out to grasp her shoulder. Your fingers brush over the collar of her jacket.

"O-kay," you quip, "hold on--cause, I don't have a boyfriend, silly," Her eyes bore into yours as your face draws even nearer. "I'm a lesbian..." You whisper giddily, as if it's something only she gets to know.

Her eyes flit away from you as her mouth purses and flattens, like she's contemplating on how to deal with you. In a moment her pupils are locked with yours again.

"Wow, so fucking special, aren't you, princess?" Her last word is a little less bold, less certain than the rest, like it wasn't entirely intentional. You blush, full body and wholeheartedly.

Princess. Princess?

Your grin widens uncontrollably, and you feel yourself giving in to the hazy pleasure of the alcoholic buzz in your blood. Your hands palm your own thighs as you speak.

"Oh...princess? I like that. I've never—I've never been...called that, before. Before now." You breathe out, eyes fluttery and tired.

She didn't snap at you immediately this time. No, instead, she begins to smile. A lazy, smug, confident smile that burns your stomach.

"You're gonna be real fuckin' embarrassed when you remember this tomorrow. Fuckin'—prissy bitch like you acting all shameless."

“You don’t know who I am,” You mutter, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear. "and this? This is not shameless. Do you wanna see shameless? What that actually looks like?" You ask, voice quiet on purpose.

"...No. Fuck no." She denies, that microscopic crack of a smile still evident on her face.

She's very pretty when she smiles. Sooooo pretty.

"You swear way too much, you know that?"

"No, I didn't fucking know that."

Her eyes don't leave yours, like she's waiting for something. Finally, something breaks.

The hand that was resting on the doorknob jiggles it open and she stands in the frame for a moment, just staring. Her compelling eyes force your words out.

"Ok but before you go. One question. Just—just one question.”

"What."

You freeze. What did you want to ask her? You remember it being something about her age.

“Well fucking spit it out. I’m trying to leave.” She urges.

Before you can even recall, another thought appears in your head.

"Okay, okay. Call me princess again? Pleeease? Just once before you go. I don't even want a ride anymore.” You take a glance at the bathroom. “I'll just...sleep… here." You whisper, a little upset thinking about how after this woman leaves, you'll be standing in this bathroom, alone.

"..."

She steps forward, mostly expressionless, pulling up the straps of your dress to cover some cleavage you didn't realize was showing. Your face heats shamefully.

She lets out a sigh.

"Dina has a pull-out in the basement. There's another bathroom down there too if y'need it. Go to bed," Her eyes scan you up and down so quickly you almost miss it. "and finish that glass of water."

With that, the door shuts behind her.

And she's gone.

_____________

You did end up talking to Dina about the person you met last night. Around noon, of course, as you both had slept through the entirety of morning.

"Wait...that's Ellie? Are you fucking serious?!" You clamor, barely comprehending what she’s saying.

The person who helped you out last night knew you, and it also happened to be Ellie. You wanted to hit yourself. Knock yourself out. Be unconscious.

"I thought you knew! She doesn't look that different."

"Dina. I haven't seen her in four years, cut me some slack. And she has like—a whole new energy now. It's....different."

She smirks at you. "...Different?"

"I—yes, different. I know I'm not wrong. I'm not."

The last time you saw Ellie, she was 19 and you were 16. You hadn't come out yet, and hung off of your asshole boyfriend's arm for as long as you could when he was around. Ellie hated the guy. You were insufferable, but Dina must've seen through it enough to befriend you. You’re eternally grateful.

Ellie is a family friend of Dina's, so naturally your paths crossed pretty frequently back then. Until two days before her 20th birthday, when she ran away only with plane tickets and a plan to 'elope' with her girlfriend of three months. They broke up a month later.

You haven't seen her since—excluding last night, of course.

"Oh—oh, fuuuuck. Dina, I know why she was so mean to me last night." Your hands reach up and you drop your face into them.

"She was mean? You didn't say that, the hell?"

"Yes—she was mean, Jesus Dina, keep up. Listen I didn't even recognize her. Like, at all. I kept asking for her fucking name, like, over and over and over again! Oh god, she probably thinks I'm such an asshole." You sulk, rerunning the things you said and did last night in your head.

"Yeah, she totally does."

"No! shut up! You're not helping. How was I supposed to--? She has these arms now, she didn't have those three years ago! And her shoulders? They're so much...wider!" You exclaim, bewildered by this entire situation.

"Hah, ok--"

You cut Dina off.

"And the tattoo, oh my god the tattoo! She's basically unrecognizable!"

"Calm the fuck down, perv. She got a new job three years ago and it just changed her a bit. She does a lot of...physical stuff, now. But she's basically the same, I swear."

"Yeah? Ok. That's...reassuring, I guess..." You say, half truthful. Dina looks at you with something you can't identify. "so...what job."

"Uhhhh—well, not my place to say. You'll...definitely have to ask her. Yourself." Dina winces, trying her best to not let out more info than she should.

"Hm. This is getting...less and less reassuring as you go on. But, thank you Dina."

"So you want her number?" She grins, holding up her phone.

"Are you kidding me." You reject. "I do not text first. You know that."

“You freak, not for that,” Dina shakes her head. “but so you guys can fucking make up and not hate each other, maybe?”

She laughs before getting right on her phone and looking for Ellie's contact.

"I'll just send your number to hers then, jeez."

"No, don't do that either. If Ellie's all upset I couldn't tell who she was, she can be a big girl and tell it to my face. And I don't even care if you tell her I said that. Honestly."

Dina looks up at you. Eyes unmoving and apathetic.

"Both of you are so fucking dramatic. Don't think I'm on your side or her's at this point. I’m completely out of this.”

She throws her phone on the couch before tossing her whole body on it as well. She grabs the remote to turn on the TV.

“Oh shit,” Dina laughs.

“What?”

“Ellie’s gonna fuckin’ flip when she finds out you’re gay now,” Dina says with an acute smile.

I already, accidentally, drunkenly told her. Problem fucking solved, you think.

“Ok? Why’s that?”

“Oh, no reason. Just, pure shock, probably.”

“Yeah, that makes sense,” You respond lightly. “…I guess she still pictures the me from highschool, right?”

“Is that your way of asking me if she still hates your ex-boyfriend? Cause yeah, trust me, she does—”

An impeding stream of knocks cut her off. You both whip your heads towards the sound.

The door swiftly opens and in steps Ellie.

Nobody speaks for a few seconds.

“…I have coffee. Thanks for leaving the door unlocked, morons,” Her leg kicks backwards and loudly shuts it. “I hope you get fuckin’ robbed one of these times.”

She walks ahead and hands a hot cup to Dina, and then, to you.

Her thumb rubs along the inside of the carabiner clipped to the loop of her jeans. There’s a smidge of silence before she looks up, only really looking at you.

“I need to show you something.”

And that’s all she says. No context, no elaboration.

“Uh—now?” You question, still in the beat up makeup from last night and hair sticking in all different directions. You couldn’t go out in public like this.

“Uh, yes, now.” She unclips the carabiner and spins it around her pinky. “Let’s go.”

“But what if—what if I have plans?”

“Do you?”

“Well no, but I’d like to at least—”

“Jesus Christ both of you are like this? Here: your hair looks great, your makeup is perfect, your boobs are huge. Can we fucking leave now?” She tells you, completely causing you to forget anything you were saying.

In a moment of panic, you glance at Dina.

Her eyebrows and shoulders only give a limp shrug, as if to say, ‘I don’t know what this is about, but you’re on your own!’

Naturally.

“Yeah, we can leave,” you take a sip of your coffee. “…Ellie.”

The second you say her name, her head is turned to you. Her eyebrows creasing and eyes unwilling to break your gaze. So now you know what the stare was about.

You wonder if your cluelessness last night genuinely hurt her. Made her feel unwanted. Unknown. You felt like shit. You just hope she doesn’t feel similar as you do right now.

She says nothing.

And in that silence, with Ellie cutting in front to get the door for you, you leave.

#ellie x reader #ellie fic #ellie tlou #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #lesbian #tlou fic #tlou #tlou part 2 #catsfor2

[mossmarsh]

new yap session lmao. also: watch my silly idea post turn into actual writing

SO i just had an idea and my few newfound follower count has got to tell me if this is good. so get this. (big warning for expand btw, like sorry)

there's a warrior clan in a cave setting ok. they are tigers. they have bioluminescent green pools inside and it's really cool like there's green glowy stuff everywhere. mostly algae but also glowworms and some other fungi.

basically the clan lives in a cave network and the main camp doesn't have any ponds for kit safety. HOWEVER all the clan's territory is confined to the cave network and all the hunting ground is littered with the bioluminescent pools. this is because in the caves, there's less land prey, so the clan has adapted to hunt fish and other animals in the pools (pending more research on animals that would reside there). this also fits because tigers are known to swim for hunting and also just for fun.

there are other clans--thinking a rainforest clan, a plains clan, and like... a treetop clan where their camp is in the actual trees [skyclan wishes they were them] and main clan only shares a border with rainforest and treetops. i think it would be set in thailand somewhere, broadleaf forests or rainforest

name ideas for all the diff clans welcome including the main one, here's what i have so far

algaeclan: would have to be changed once the bio came

glowclan: same as above

caveclan: bit basic? i like the alliteration tho

brightclan: ironic name until bio lol

darkclan: makes sense until bio

now that the logistics are over, time for story!

The bioluminescence in the pools is NEW. like the story prologue is when it begins and the first chapter is like a year or so in. before, they were just normal ass cave pools. obviously everyone's like wtf

cause this clan is not that new. it's at least gone through like 3 leads and a few founders lived in the caves before official clans were formed. so this has never been seen before in at least like 15 years.

so! everyone avoids the pools for a while and tries to hunt miscellaneous mice and spiders (temporary spiders georg clan) but it's not enough to feed the whole clan, it's just scraps. so the clan has to concede and start hunting from the pools.

the most proficient hunters, who dive the most, started feeling strange things. one day, about a half-moon after the clan started hunting pools again, Hawkwasp, one of the best hunters in the clan, didn't come back up from a dive.

The clan was really worried. the best hunters in the clan can hold their breath for 100 seconds at most, so dives are usually quite short. However, Hawkwasp was already down in the water for 10 minutes. no tiger can hold their breath that long, no matter how good a hunter they are.

after an hour had passed, another reputable hunter of the clan (Shineprance) dove to find Hawk despite her clanmates' protests. After around 30 seconds, Shine found Hawk--fully conscious and still hunting the pool. obviously she was relieved, but also confused. what could possibly allow Hawk to spend that much time underwater?

Through pawspeak (which everyone is taught from apprenticeship to both accommodate deaf clanmates and to speak underwater) Shine asked Hawk where he'd been. Hawk asked what she meant. after explaining that she'd been looking for her, Hawk questioned.. "how long have i been underwater?"

After bringing Hawk back to the surface, he confirms that she thought she'd only been down for a minute or so. after it was explained, he was greatly shocked and vowed to never dive again. she has only hunted spiders for the clan ever since.

Over the coming moons, more and more of the clan's best hunters stayed underwater much, much longer than usual. the longest run was around 5 hours. it is quickly realized that something about the bioluminescent algae and plants gave tigers the ability to breathe underwater. The tigers affected, only 5 warriors including Hawk, began to form subtle green gills around the neck/shoulder area. their paws, claws and muzzle areas started to taint green. Some reported pain in the upper stomach.

Despite these concerning effects, the leader and deputy went over the head of both the clan's nurses and encouraged the continuation of using the newfound power. the clan had fallen on tough times before, and they wren't going to prevent hunting from the pools again if it meant they went back to that.

slowly, growths start forming on the tigers affected. algae and moss for one, mushrooms for others, and glowworms for one. Hawkwasp is the only one with spiders. all the affected tigers' eyes turn slightly more green with each passing day.

Before the bioluminescence, the clan relied on small skylights for light from the sun and moon, but now that it's here the skylights have gradually started closing up. no one knows if the entrances, or more importantly exits to the caves will be next.

the affected have started acting.. strange. not like themselves. They've started disappearing into the pools for far longer than when it first started. it began with hours, but they're turning into days. the affected have no sense of time down there. the leader and deputy have instructed no one to go after them--they wouldn't want to obstruct their hunting.

The nurses of the clan attempt to recommend that each tiger dives with at least one other tiger, but the deputy and leader have overrided that and anyone except apprentices may dive alone.

Hawkwasp has not dove since the first incident. However, he still experiences the same symptoms as the other affecteds. It seems that as long as they still dive, every affected tiger will continue to undergo the symptoms. Hawkwasp has grown increasingly aloof, only communicating with clanmates when necessary. Most of the time, she can be found wandering the caves, skirting pools carefully and chasing the spiders that are not already scattered across her pelt.

No one knows what the affected tigers do down there, in the pools. some tigers think they're just hunting. some think they're encountering creatures of the deep. some think they're exploring their new home.

notes: i am SO so inspired by @clanborn, i think their writing and new concepts for the clans are amazing. thanks so much :)

#warrior cats #erin hunter warriors #warriors designs #warriors fanart #warriors oc #warriors #wc #wc art #wc oc #wc designs #wc fanfic #insp wc #algaeclan #glowclan #caveclan #brightclan #darkclan #tiger #tigers #bioluminescence #bioluminecent #biodiversity #bio #algae #glow worm #fungi #srsly wtf how did all this lore just pop into my head

[realmermaid333]

i don’t know if you accept headcanons or just fics but is it possible for some fluffy weyler headcanons? just their relationship in general and the way wednesday let’s her guard down around him n let’s him see a diff side of her

why yes! I love headcanons :) I ended up spending a lot of time on this which was quite fun, thank you for requesting this! now I must work on a christmas one-shot someone sent and--- oh boy it ain't christmas no more *profusely sweats out of stress*

Fluffy Weyler headcanons- 

-Tyler is very physically affectionate which Wednesday wasn’t used to at first and she thought it was a little weird, but quickly started loving it. 

- Tyler likes laying on Wednesday and using her as a pillow. 

-Wednesday is usually little spoon, Tyler could tell she loved it, so he always spooned her. And when she finally admitted how comforted it made her feel, he started announcing that she needed to be spooned any time she got worked up over something. 

-They frequently sneak out just to sit in Tyler’s car and they often drive to creepy places like the crypt (they decided to untaint the memories there). They also sometimes to go the cemetery.

-Wednesday is the only person Tyler has taken to see his mom’s grave besides his dad, of course. 

- Tyler sits in Wednesdays room with her while she writes. Him and Enid often hang out on her side of the room and try their best to whisper, but they find themselves bursting into laughter frequently, which leads to Wednesday glaring at them with a smirk she tries to hide. 

- this isn’t weyler, but I like to imagine that Tyler sometimes lets Thing and Enid put makeup on him or paint his nails. 

- Wednesday likes playing with Tyler’s hair, she runs her fingers through it and twists his curls with her fingers. Tyler likes playing with her braids, she lets him take her braids out for her at bedtime when he stays over. He brushes her hair out with his fingers and strokes it.

-he kisses her forehead all the time and likes to poke her dimples when she smiles (I have a fic about this <3). 

-Tyler taught Wednesday how to play a few video games and now when they play together at his house she is absolutely ruthless and they have extremely competitive battles. 

-Wednesday has cried around Tyler a few times. She was mortified and extremely embarrassed the first time, but once she realized that Tyler didn’t think she was weak and didn’t judge her, she thought maybe it wasn’t so bad. 

-They have a few classes together at Nevermore, and they often make eye contact from their seats and communicate in facial expressions and glances during the lesson. They also partner up for projects. 

-Tyler watches Wednesday’s fencing competitions with Enid and they cheer her on. 

- They frequently rub each other’s backs because Wednesday holds her body too stiff, and Tyler has really messed up back muscles from months of transforming into the Hyde. (any time he transforms he is sore afterwards). 

- Tyler has met Wednesday’s family and they absolutely adore him. Wednesday has also grown on Tyler’s dad, he quite likes her now since they’ve gotten to know each other and he got used to her. 

-Wednesday cares about what Tyler thinks of her— not in an insecure way— But she cares about his feelings, whether or not she hurts them, and she cares about whether or not he likes her and likes being around her. He is the only other person besides Enid that she is this careful with. 

- Wednesday taught Tyler to accept his darkness, and Tyler taught Wednesday that it is okay to sometimes embrace the light. There must be both, we can’t have day without night, or dark without light.

#weyler #wyler #weyler fic #weyler fluff #headcanons #weyler headcanons #wednesday netflix #wednesday addams #tyler galpin #tyler x wednesday #wednesday x tyler #fluff #fanfic writer #netflix wednesday #wednesday 2022 #tyler galpin redemption

[tamelee]

Hi, I recently followed like in the last week or smth. I wanted to comment on that post that you just made-- I'm sorry people aren't spending there energy in more constructive manners and that you had that garbage in your inbox.

I understand why comments would be restricted. I gotta say, I truly love your art. I've been on/off tumblr for years (diff accts over time) and your art & reblogs are legit a big reason why I check my dash daily. (Even if I've been lurking more than interacting rn)

ik we don't know each other, but SasuNaru (whichever order it is, i tbh dont get the variation.. ;u; ) was my very first ship so long ago. Given my early life their relationship (fanon/canon) gave me hope and helped me push through and ultimately heal some abandonment wounds. These two have been thru hell and back and give me the audacity to believe I and my loved ones can make it back too.

That all being said, Ik it is easier to say "don't let them get under your skin" and all, and that you didn't talk about quitting. But I hope you don't. You're wildly talented. Thank you for sharing what you choose to.

Hi~ @theskinofawriterbella ! Ah dw, it’s usually easy to ignore certain asks and I mostly do, but sometimes I feel like responding when it’s part of a bigger thing/issue. I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if I stopped doing what I do, especially because other people say I should… I’m ultimately doing this because I love creating. (Oh yes, the comments are restricted! I forgot about that, but it should be temporarily! ^^) 

And whoaaa really!?! That is so kind of you, thank you so much ;-;💕!!! 

I’m sorry to hear you’ve being going through bad times, though I’m very happy that you were able to connect with something and find hope/strength that way. I’d wish’ that for anyone. Naruto’ truly is such a story, don’t you think? As idealistic and flawed (through demographic limitation) it may seem now, its messages are inspiring and Kishimoto truly has a gift that lets you connect with the characters on an emotional level. Especially Naruto and Sasuke and their bond, naturally.

Ahhh I completely missed those glory SNS days. I hear about them frequently from my friend in Japan. Unfortunately I’m a bit late with being an SNS-fan xD and I couldn’t watch everything the first time, but I did see a few episodes and I don’t think there was anything else that lifted my spirits like Naruto’s attitude had. I had my books and my movies which always helped me escape, but I think I could write my own book about all the times Naruto inspired some action I took, because I too grew up in a village that absolutely hated me. Not for the same reason of course, lol, I was just a weird outsider and all, but I did think “well, if Naruto can smile through his pain and still go after his dream then I can as well.” A bit optimistic I’d say, but still. I have no idea what you went through, but on some level I’m sure, I can relate to what you say. I understand. 

Thank you for sharing this with me and taking your time to write and send it 🥰 I really appreciate it ^^! 

#asktamelee #theskinofawriterbella #🧡 #naruto talk #personal

[11queensupreme11]

hi! ive had some hilarious thoughts about arsenic blues, its living in my mind 24/7 i cannot.. i love it so much already

so im having discussions with myself about it, this is my latest plot lol this is quite loongg

my latest headcannon and imagination:the ror three brothers ehem sleeping 'arrangements' vary differently, esp since apparently mortals arent included on their menu. before zeus became the old man that he is (about at least 100,000 years ago in my head) probably sleep around not as frequently as whore zeus in pjo and myths, and our ror fave version actually mostly has safe sex, would you look at that pjo/myth zeus take notes. besides the quintessential gods/goddesses he had from goddesses nymphs titans etc he has no other kids.

poseidons so funny to me because hes very late in his awakening lmao (500,000 years ago in my estimate, the goddesses and nymphs have been waiting for a billion years for him to notice them and even then all he does is a side glance lol) its a slow buildup of horniness, dude almost has no emotions, his capability to be horny must be stunted too lol hes like what is this stirring below my body, so annoying but well gotta take care of it, his partners are so happy to be chosen even if hes a stiff ass bitch in bed who only takes what he needs blegh, makes sure to not give them even a drop of his ehem, not in the mouth or anywhere else because duh no children, and these immortals could have a trick to get impregnated through the mouth or something lol. better be safe. and then percy says hi lmao. anyways, the goddesses asks when the next time is, preparing to be told he wants them again next week, and hes like 'what next time?'.. and then its between a thousand years to a couple thousand more before the next session again lmao.. and sooo, when its only been a few centuries and hes felt the stirring of his loins lol  because of percy, mf is confused. 'i could usually go on without it for 20,000 years but my daughter's making me so horny oh no' dudes proud hes not a whore, hes perfect he says

and hades is just a chad virgin, idk what else to say. let him be the elegant god that he is. probably finds doing it disrespectful to the prospective partner, to himself.. and to his brothers lmao 'oh no i must lead an example for my brothers, let me look at the list of my brothers' partners just to check theyre not sleeping with the wrong sorts, im talking to you zeus even if you dont really listen'..

if persephone isnt in ror, which i dont think she is (hades is too obsessed with his brothers to bother with her anyway), i think poseidon hades and apollos named attacks and weapon based on diff goddesses is more like a reference by the mangaka lmao theyre like yeah sorry we're not showing those goddesses, but here they are as a battle move. because really? poseidon naming an attack medusa alope demeter because he slept with them is unlikely, he'd probably be beyond disgusted this bish bigtitty man ugh, also some of them are humans i think. besides his bros this ass probably forgets all the 'filths' names.

i hoped we got a little more worldbuilding in the manga, its hard to put the pieces of the events together since we dont really know which to discard from the myths to make sense of the ror canon. so im grasping at straws weaving ror canon and my arsenic blues headcannons lol.. dont get me started on the ragnarok fights, i have a lot of problems with them. the stab stab stab of poseidon and hades makes me want to bang my head against the table. you have the king of the seas and king of the underworld and make all their attacks stab hard and stab harder, its a waste to me. i saw youre planning to change parts of the ror fights, and i hope the fights itself and their attacks would be changed for the better. i love your writing so much, i have no doubts you can do it justice.

sorry, tangent lmao so yeah, hades probably /spoiler/ a virgin. but percy will change that, right? ehe

i want your thoughts on this pleasee lmao i have a lot more but this is the only one i had the patience to write down because horknee lol feel free to tell your arsenic blues canon if you want please im worldbuilding your story in my head already lol im so excited for it, tsunami has taken a backseat for me im sorryyy but im loving both nonetheless

im sorry to say that hades.... is NOT a virgin in my fic 😔 he is very much a chad, but he's a chad with 💦experience💦

i answered an older ask about whether or not persephone's gonna be married to him, so if you REALLY wanna know then you can go check through the arsenic blues tags to go find it. there's not many posts yet so you should find it fairly easily

but the thing you pointed out about poseidon's sex life is so funny to me. imagine being a deity and being SOOOO horny on main for this one sexy ass god and when he finally has sex with you, he's so repulsed at the idea of you carrying his baby that he does the literal most to make sure you never get pregnant. then fast-forward several eons later, and you find out that only did he somehow sire a daughter with a MAGICAL GATE, but he's also HORNY for that daughter too AND he wants to get her pregggers with his kid 😭😭😭😭😭😭

like that is just WILD 💀

#👸🏻| asks #👸🏻| arsenic blues

[drowninginredink]

techdif RPF - 5, 10 :)

Okay, I'll do 10 first. I'm going to give you two quotes from the first Tech Dif fic I'm working on, which takes place after episode 2 of the podcast, where they decide that after all their joking about it, they must see Matt Gray's penis. Obviously blowjobs from all 3 ensue.

Before Chris could give his own response back, Matt decided it'd gone on long enough. “Is everyone going to keep looking? Because I'll be honest, it's starting to get cold.” “Is it, now?” Gary asked, raising an eyebrow. Tom just sighed. “You do know what cockwarming is, don't you, Matt?” Matt promptly turned red. “I didn't mean it like that!” 

Matt looked down. “Have you done this before, Chris?” Chris pulled off, looking up at Matt. “Is it that obvious?” “Usually you'd wait until I was hard.” It was at that moment that the two on the couch interrupted in giggles.  Tom was wearing a shit-eating grin. “I was waiting for you to notice.” “Well when I’ve done this I was already at full mast!” Chris shouted, turning around but staying on his knees. “I didn’t know what to do if he wasn’t!"

As for 5? So, when @70snasagay and I have been relentlessly discussing the tech diff polyverse, we decided that probably at some point, when they have calmed down a bit with the loads of foursomes, Matt and Tom try to be a couple. And I decided that I think it just wouldn't quite work. There's something about them that just can't quite click without Gary and Chris there. They make good friends and good lovers, but they can't quite pull it off as a monogamous couple. They try really hard, but it just can't work out. And there's just something so fun and nuanced and angsty about that. We don't write enough in fic about how no matter how close you are, no everyone works as a couple. Everyone is too focused on OTPs to tackle those situations. So I'm quite excited for that.

#also this may be anon but i know this is you val #i knew if no one else did these asks you would #and i appreciate it #tech dif #tech diff #chris joel #matt gray #gary brannan #tom scott #rpf #the technical difficulties

[scifimagpie]

Writeblr Q&A

So, both @palebdot and @dyrewrites were kind enough to tag me, and I finally had a minute to answer this!

1) What motivates you to write?

It's more of a compulsion, really. Things get stuck in my head; characters stroll in and start saying stuff, or going through scenes, and then I get that electric buzz that makes me absolutely have to scramble for either my notebook or my laptop.

2) A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

From a recently completed work, the Prairie Weather trilogy, which I want to shop around and see if I can get published traditionally:

Before him gaped the yawning gulf of his own fuckup. It was dizzying. He’d heard of staring into the abyss, and the abyss staring back, but he hadn’t expected it to be quite so mortifying.

I tend to be at least a bit more poetic usually, but this line just kicks so hard.

3) Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

Right now, probably Isabella from the Hell Saga - she's just so good-natured, down for anything, and fundamentally kind and hopeful. She really goes through the ringer in book 2, which I'm working on now with my coauthor, though. This is another series we're hoping to go trad on, so cross your fingers for this irrepressible, bisexual Latina and Hispanic counsellor with a strong socialist streak!

4) What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

The first draft can be really fun, but there's something to be said for that second-draft, "all the pieces are in place, now I just have to tweak them" experience. Finishing a book is also a hell of a rush. But that real, fixated feeling of being in the thick of it, often while listening to a playlist I've made specially for the project - that's definitely the good stuff, too.

5) What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

Characters, dialogue, worldbuilding, and description - in no particular order. I'm really good at making up little people, making them friends and lovers, and then putting 'em through the wringer.

6) What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

The community and enthusiasm are really winning me over, and I've been pleasantly surprised by the relative skill of my friends, too!

7) A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

My Youtube playlists are absolutely required tools for my writing, a lot of the time. Sometimes I can write without them, but boy do they help. Some of them are also related to my D&D campaigns, but I'd like to think all of them are pretty well-curated.

8) A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

The Underlighters series' underground city setting is probably one of the coolest things I've ever come up with. I was somewhat inspired by The City of Ember, but that book frustrated me so much that I vowed to write a much better version. Hopefully, I did. I tried to make it reasonably cohesive and somewhat scientifically justifiable.

However, I always tell a story about Underlighters - when I was trying to figure out the pollination situation for crops, I was doing research at about 2 in the morning one day on various pollinators and getting nowhere. Can bees live underground??? Some bees and wasps nest in the dirt, but that's not necessarily helpful. What about solitary bees and pollinators?

Startling my then-boyfriend (now husband) from his game, I threw my arms in the air and yelled, "Fuck it - cave bees!"

And so I decided that underground apiculture was an acceptable solution.

9) What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

Try some different strategies and don't be afraid to rotate between projects. Try writing in point form, using different software, doing voice dictation - it can take a long time to figure out the exact right hacks to make your story flow.

10) Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters:

Well, that's easy!

@pinkchaosart @nattheauthor and the chaps above have been wonderful; also tagging (in no particular order): @ventela1 @omokers @nethilia @whalleyrulz @chicorybones @zillanovikov @sabotabby @nic0thecreat0r @chiefwritesbook @eldritch-selachii @holdmyteaplease @koala2all

#writeblr #writers of tumblr #writing #community #indie author #independent #scifimagpie #q&a #WIPs #quotes #how to #indie #books #books rec #writer #queer #sci fi #tumblr #booklr

[beevean]

And onto Rush Adventure now:

-Tbh at first i wasnt sold on the materials grinding for ships but later liked how it gives you a reason to improve your scores on the levels so you can get more. Idk i usually dont care abt scores but w the external motivation? Yea

-Same w the misions, good way to have lil extra stuff to do (that said why did they block the sound mode songs behind misions. Game pls my internet makes opening youtube an odyssey and now this too? Cruelty 😔)

-Oh and also the ship minigames! Its fun to have a map you can explore, and the races w Jhonny for the chaos emeralds are way better than the Surely Existing special levels (also srry if i got his name wrong lmao)

-Onto the soundtrack; its more broad compared to rush, and each song does matches well the enviroment. I like the tropical coastal vibes of the main town n training level, and oh man. Sky babylon and deep core my beloveds who literally got engraved in my neurons so hard i was struggling reading hours later bc the darn tunes kept playing in the background of my skull. Well scratch that all the tunes keep playing on the bg of my skull rn, what kind of eldritch curse is this). So yes good ost 👍

-Overall the aesthetic n vibes are also more broad with that tropical relax overtone, its quite nice. The difficulty is also way more forgiving (i mean i played on easy but that's the mode the game came in) and the tutorials with the controls are helpful (yes i struggled with the jump dash in the previous game how can you tell)

- The story is also more calm and silly goofy but in a good way (can def see what ppl mean by the diff eras in sonic writing there). I also liked Whisker being the main but kinda dumb villain for funnies vs the eggmans being a bigger threat)

-I liked the scene in the coral cave where Blaze appears bc my mind was half "haha i knew we were in Blaze's world, neat" and " weeee hi Blaze, game of the year :D"

-Marine was also neat, liked her silly dynamic of cheerful kid who is a bit too full of herself and is kind of a brat abt it, and how she later learns to admit her own limits :) And the koala villagers were neat too i like their designs :)

Overall thank you for letting me ramble into your ask box abt these games, its been fun :D

lmao yeah it's a nice incentive! I think the only other game that gives you a reward with higher ranks is Unwiished (another Dimps game), where the higher the rank the more medals you get.

also sonic 🤝 hector:having to earn their crafting materials

The missions are a good way to extend the gameplay, but IIRC some of the Sol Emerald missions were brutal... I have flashes of the Blizzard Peak mission.

The waterbike was genuinely really fun and I hated that it was considered the "worst" vehicle for travel :( I don't like the submarine, let me travel the world on my tiny waterbike while the best music plays :( also yeah the Special Stages with Johnny are original! Certainly more than Half Pipe 50.0

SRA'S OST was composed by veterans Tomoya Ohtani and Mariko Nanba while trying to recreate Naganuma's style. Definitely unique and underrated. Sky Babylon used to be my favorite too! But there are so many tracks that IMO deserve more love, like Haunted Ship, Blizzard Peaks, the boss theme and Whiskers & Johnny <3

Funny to think SRA came out one year after '06, widely criticized at the time for being too melodramatic :P Whiskers is also a nice case of Eggman being the twist villain for once! Although the credits of the "bad" ending spoil him and Nega, lol. Not that Whiskers looks mysterious himself... eh you get it.

Marine seems to have been reevaluated recently, like many things from the 2000s. I remember that back then no one could stand her and her Aussie accent lmao, precisely because she was an annoying brat. She is still mildly underrated, but I think the modern fandom generally "forgave" her because they understood that she was meant to be a foil for Tails, who is more insecure.

(two fun facts: in some countries, SRA initially got a 12+ rating because Marine says "bugger", which is pretty mild for Aussie slang but is much stronger for American standards. Also, Marine is Australian because in original she speaks in Kansai-ben, and I guess that was a way to recreate the cultural connotations! That and koalas :P)

You're welcome, you're free to rant at any time <3

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic rush adventure

[c-e-d-dreamer]

Wonderland: Part Four

A/N: And now back to my regularly scheduled writing and posting schedule ;) Trigger warning for animal attacks and animal/creature death. But uh hope everyone enjoys? I always feel weird saying enjoy with these parts because this whole fic is hella angsty but hey, maybe people do enjoy that. 

Chapter Masterlist // Previous Part // Next Part

Nesta’s eyes flutter open to soft morning light filtering in through the windows. It streaks across the blankets of the bed, against the floor and walls, painting everything in golden hues. Much like the previous night, Cassian has curled himself around her, arm a secure weight across her hips and a leg hooked between her own. His face is half buried against her hair, every exhale skittering across her skin and leaving goosebumps in its wake. Nesta tries to discreetly shift away from that, but it seems those mating instincts are awake even if Cassian isn’t, the male softly growling and pulling her more securely against him.

At least the night had been all quiet, no nightmares returning to their usual haunts. For either of them. As much as Nesta hates to admit it, last night was probably the best sleep she’s ever had, and not just in the last two years. For once there was no restlessness, no broken and scarred images flashing behind her eyes, no floating in that in between space that always leaves her on edge.

She isn’t sure what to make of that, how she feels about it.

Nesta supposes she can simply add it to the long list of things she’s still so unsure about. Her mind keeps flittering back to Azriel’s words, to how Cassian had been after she’d rejected the bond. Even more so, she can’t stop thinking about Cassian’s words to her, how he would have taken her away, would have helped her if she’d only asked. She knows it never would have been that simple, but it doesn’t stop the what-if’s from tumbling around in her brain. Where would they be? What could they be?

Of course, it doesn’t matter now. It’s just about where they go from here, what next steps may be awaiting for them to take. It certainly feels as though they’re at a cross road, but is there a right one? Sunshine and green grass has never been a path Nesta envisioned for herself, never a possibility. She can’t help but wonder if maybe she and Cassian both are a little too broken, too full of jagged pieces weathered down by time, to truly be fixed. If they’ll always be cracked and imperfect no matter what. Perhaps darkness and a bramble filled path is their only option.

With a soft sigh, Nesta brings her hands up, pressing them against her eyes in frustration. It’s a move she instantly regrets, the cold air from the cabin rushing in and licking across her skin. Nesta shivers, hiking the blankets back up to her chin and burrowing deeper into them, desperate to chase their warmth. A wing curls up and around her, cocooning her and the warmth in, and Nesta freezes. She rolls over carefully to find Cassian fully awake and watching her. She isn’t sure if it’s the sleep or something else that’s helped, but his eyes are alert and intense, almost as intense as before. They’re certainly as unnerving as before, and it has Nesta clearing her throat awkwardly.

“Aren’t you cold?” Nesta asks, noting the fact that despite sleeping shirtless and having half his chest out of the blankets, Cassian seems completely unbothered.

“When you grow up in the snow,” Cassian explains quietly. “You get used to it.”

The comment has Nesta frowning. “I thought the cabin you, Rhysand, and Azriel grew up in was quite nice. It didn’t keep you warm?”

“Rhys’ cabin,” Cassian corrects her. “I spent my first few years after I got tossed into Windhaven sleeping in an old, torn tent on the outskirts of camp. It kept out the worst of the wind, but there wasn’t a lot to be done about the cold seeping up from the ground.”

The explanation has Nesta’s chest aching, the image of a young Cassian shivering in the cold flashing in her mind. They’re so similar and yet so different.

“Our cabin, if you could even call it that, wasn’t much better,” Nesta offers, toying with the fraying hem of the blanket. “Elain, Feyre, and I didn’t just share a bed because of the lack of space, the body heat helped as well. We used to fight over who got to sleep in the middle since it was the warmest. But there were still days, in the dead of winter especially, where we’d wake and be able to see our breath, where our hands would start to turn purple.”

“I know. Feyre told us what it was like when she first came to Velaris.”

Nesta scoffs at that, pulling away from him and sitting up in the bed. “Of course she did. Let me guess, she told you how horrid her sisters were too, right? No one ever wants to hear my side. It’s always Feyre’s side they’re on.”

Cassian is silent for a moment, and when Nesta looks back toward him, that heavy intensity is still swimming in his eyes. “I would have been on your side. If you’d have let me.”

“No you wouldn’t have,” Nesta whispers, curling her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. “You were always going to be most loyal to Rhysand.”

“You mean the person who exiled me?” Cassian shoots back, incredulity underlying his tone.

“I heard you attacked his family.”

“Are you asking for my side?”

A heartbeat passes. Then two.

“Yes.”

“I never would have hurt Nyx. Or Feyre. It’s just…” Cassian sighs softly, sitting up as well. “It was like every part of me was always screaming at me to get to you, I had to get to you, that instinct practically clawing at me, pulling me apart from the inside out. I tried to fight it, but it would get inside my head. I… I made a mistake that day. I thought it was a trick. I thought I was being taunted by the future I would no longer have.”

Cassian’s explanation is like a bucket of cold water over Nesta’s head, stealing her breath, stealing any sort of coherent thoughts. His words echo and ring in her ears, the pain laced through them like a knife straight through her chest. Her gut twists, guilt’s cold hands digging into her insides until Nesta has to look away from Cassian’s gaze.

“I didn’t—” Nesta pauses, swallowing hard. “I didn’t know. I didn’t know this was what happened. No one ever told me.”

“Would it have made a difference?”

Nesta’s gaze snaps back to Cassian, but the words stick to the back of her throat. What can she say? Would it have made a difference if someone had told her the consequences that awaited? She thinks back to the person she was back then, so utterly broken and weighed down by it all, so cold and unfeeling and desperate for any type of reprieve. Would that female still have rejected the bond if she knew?

She isn’t sure if it’s something he sees on her face or just the silence that stretches between them, but Cassian merely nods. He stands up and skulks out of the bedroom without another word, not even bothering to look back at her. Nesta closes her eyes, letting out a shaky sigh, before clambering off the bed herself. She quickly washes and changes into one of her dresses, taking the time to braid and pin her hair.

When Nesta steps out of the bedroom, she expects to be stuck spending another day in the cabin alone. What she doesn’t expect is to find Cassian in the kitchen, cooking. In fact, she has to blink a few times to ensure what she’s seeing is actually real, but he’s stood by the cabin’s small stovetop, still clad in only the pants he slept in, stirring a pot. He doesn’t turn when Nesta steps into the room, so she goes over to the table, sliding into one of the seats.

“Where did you go?” Cassian asks, walking over to her and setting down a bowl of porridge. “You said yesterday that you needed to get away from Velaris. Where did you end up going?”

Nesta picks up the spoon, twiddling it between her fingers. “A seaside town on the continent, near the port. I have an apartment there, and a job at the local bookstore. I help balance their books. I was always good at math.”

Cassian hums quietly in understanding, heading back to prepare a bowl of porridge of his own. Nesta finds herself watching him. Despite the wildness that has taken over Cassian’s features through the year of isolation, the morning light cascading in through the window still paints him in soft lines and shadows. When Cassian catches her staring, Nesta ducks her head, instead focusing on the breakfast in front of her, the cinnamon of the porridge sweet against her tongue. They eat in silence for a while, the only sounds in the cabin the scrape of their spoons against their respective bowls.

“And are you happy? Where you are now?” Cassian breaks the quiet, his voice barely above a whisper.

Nesta considers how to answer, how to accurately convey all the emotions she’s felt since moving to the continent, before settling on, “I’m happier.”

Cassian turns away from her, back toward the sink, but Nesta swears she can feel pain and regret that isn’t her own lance through her chest. It almost takes her breath away, but just as soon as it flares, that feeling is vanishing.

“There’s a storm coming in from the mountains,” Cassian says, pushing away from the kitchen sink and back toward the bedroom.

“It looks perfectly sunny outside,” Nesta calls after him, her brows pinching as she looks out the window, a stretch of bright blue sky above the snow and trees.

“It will most likely hit us later this evening,” Cassian explains, stepping back into the front room fully dressed. “I’ll make sure to check the nearby traps and gather enough wood for us to weather through it.”

“Okay,” Nesta agrees halfheartedly, unable to swallow down the disappointment as she watches Cassian pull on his boots. Another day alone in this cabin.

As if he can sense her thoughts, Cassian pauses where he was lacing up his boots and glances back toward her, something like shame pinching across his face. He holds her gaze for just a moment, but then he snaps back to the task at hand, securing his boots and yanking open the front door.

Left to her own devices again, Nesta gets up from the table, making quick work to wash the dishes from breakfast. She heads to her old bedroom, pulling the quilt off the bed and grabbing her unfinished book from the bedside table. She gets comfortable on the sofa, wrapping the blanket around her and balancing the book on her raised knees. She opens up to her last page, but her eyes keep glancing out the window, waiting to catch a glimpse of large, dark wings in the skies above, or even to see the storm Cassian mentioned. There’s no sign of either.

Nesta doesn’t mean to fall asleep, but something about the quiet, the warmth curled up in the blanket, the story she’s reading, it all lulls her until she’s shifting to get more comfortable and letting her eyes fall shut. She’s not sure how much time has passed when she’s finally tugged away from sleep’s gentle embrace, but the room seems somewhat darker, clouds having rolled in to cast the skies overhead in a dull gray.

Slowly, Nesta blinks her eyes open properly and comes face to face with a pair of almost glowing, golden ones. Nesta rears back with a startled shout, pressing back against the cushions of the sofa, but the large wolf in front of her doesn’t move. Its ears twitch slightly at her reaction, and it tilts its head as it continues to stare at her. Nesta’s gaze darts around the room, trying to figure out how the wolf even got inside, trying to find some sort of weapon nearby that she can grab and defend herself with. She half wonders if Cassian is close to the cabin, if she shouts his name, he’ll come barreling inside.

The wolf takes a step closer, and Nesta’s whole body tenses. It dips its head toward Nesta’s hand, and she swears she’s not breathing, watching with wide, weary eyes as the wolf presses its nose against her fingers. She waits for it to bite, for the pain of teeth sinking into skin to shoot up her arm, but it never comes.

Instead, the wolf continues to move its head until Nesta’s hand is resting between its ears. There’s something like expectancy shining in the gold of its eyes, and cautiously, Nesta starts to card her fingers through the fur, finding it surprisingly soft. The wolf lets out a contented huff, pressing its face closer to Nesta as she continues to pet it.

“Vidar…?” Nesta questions carefully.

The wolf looks up at her at the name, ears seeming to twitch in recognition. Nesta can’t help it. She laughs. She laughs until her chest is practically heaving with it, an ache threatening to overtake her lungs. Here she is, sitting in a cabin in the middle of nowhere Illyria, petting a wolf. A wolf that, until a few minutes ago, she didn’t even think was real. Maybe the isolation is starting to get to her too.

Vidar lets out another sound somewhere between a huff and a snort and steps away from Nesta, stalking toward the front door of the cabin. He turns his head to look back at Nesta for just a moment then faces the door again, thumping his large paws against the floor.

“Walk?” Nesta asks aloud. “Do wolves go for walks?”

Vidar turns to stare at her again, tilting his head slightly. It feels like answer enough. Nesta lets out a soft sigh, but she stands up from the sofa, depositing the blanket and her book. Perhaps a walk will do her some good too, give her a chance to breathe some fresh air and to untangle the knot of thoughts in her mind before she’s stuck inside during the storm.

Nesta slips on her boots and a heavy cloak before opening up the front door, Vidar bounding out and into the snow. The start of the storm seems to have already arrived, small flakes of snow falling slowly in swirls of white. They land like soft kisses against Nesta’s hair and eyelashes, and already her nose feels pink and snow bitten.

Nesta lets Vidar lead the way, the wolf clearly familiar with the terrain. She treks after him through the snow and between the trees that surround the cabin. All of the evergreens are blanketed in white, the snow weighing down the branches. With the snow falling softly all around them, there’s a quiet peacefulness to the landscape, and as Vidar comes to a stop, Nesta can’t help but close her eyes, tilting her head back toward the sky and taking a deep breath.

A low growl has Nesta’s eyes snapping back open again. Her attention goes to Vidar, the wolf now crouched down, hackles raised. His ears are pressed flat against his head, teeth bared, but his attention isn’t toward Nesta, but further into the woods. Nesta tries to squint between the trees, but the snow has started to pick up, and she can’t see anything. A shiver rakes its way up Nesta’s spine, her heart stuttering up a few paces in her chest. Suddenly, the quiet has take on a sense of eeriness rather than peacefulness.

Nesta takes a few cautious steps backwards, eyes darting back toward the cabin they came from, but then there’s a second growl, a growl that’s lower, more ominous. Nesta watches in horror as a creature twice the size of Vidar slinks out from between the trees, fur as dark as the shadows. Two pairs of horns curl upward from behind its ears, red eyes boring straight into Nesta. It snaps its jaw, fangs on full display, and Nesta feels icy cold terror lance through her.

She continues her careful steps back and away from the creature. One step. Two. Three. The creature takes a step forward, and Nesta freezes. Before she can even blink, Vidar jumps into the action, charging at the creature, and Nesta doesn’t need to be told twice. She turns and sprints back toward the cabin, desperately trying to drag her feet through the thickening snow.

A pained whimper sounds from behind Nesta, and when she turns to look over her shoulder, Vidar is crumpled beneath a tree, the bark splintered like he’d been thrown against it. Her heart gives a painful squeeze at the sight, a choked sound tearing past her lips, but she knows she doesn’t have time to worry about him. She continues her trudge through the snow, glancing behind her every few seconds to keep her eyes on the creature. It stalks toward her slowly, like it’s some sort of game, like it’s taunting her before it eats her. It takes everything in her to fight back the fear threatening to paralyze her, to keep her feet pushing forward.

Nesta glances back again, but suddenly, the creature is gone. Her feet stutter to a stop, and her eyes scan the tree line, squinting for a flash of black fur. Could it really have left? Just like that? She turns back around to continue toward the cabin, but the creature is right in front of her now. It must have circled around without her realizing, large, clawed paws silent in the snow. It rears back on its haunches before it pounces, and Nesta lets out a scream, arms coming up to shield her face instinctively.

She can feel the ground shake and shudder beneath her feet, red flooding her vision, but there’s no pain. In fact, she doesn’t feel anything except the cold bite of the snow and the fear still pulsing through her veins. Slowly, Nesta lowers her arms only to find Cassian in front of her, wings spread wide and sword poised in his hands, siphons casting the snow around them a ruby red as they flare.

Nesta can do nothing but watch as Cassian’s sword arcs through the air, slashing toward the creature without abandon. Cassian had always been so refined and elegant in his fighting, all those years training carving and molding him until he moved like a dancer across battlefields. But not now. Nesta isn’t sure if it’s the time without practice or the madness, but there’s a wildness in the way he moves and fights now too.

Unfortunately for Cassian, whatever the creature is, it’s built for and used to the snow, body moving lithely as it dodges the swings of Cassian’s sword. It lets out another growl and charges toward him, but Cassian stands his ground, using the creature pouncing to his benefit and burying his sword in the creature’s side.

The creature has barely hit the ground before Cassian is in front of Nesta, shaking hands frantically sliding up and down her arms, over her sides, cradling her face. His eyes are wide as he takes her in, and Nesta is sure that the way his chest heaves isn’t just from fighting off that creature. She can practically taste his fear on the back of her tongue where it mingles with her own.

“I’m okay,” Nesta assures him quietly, reaching her hands up to grip Cassian’s. “I’m fine. I promise.”

She feels more than she hears Cassian’s sigh of relief, his breath skating across the skin of her cheeks. His hands fall back down to his sides, and Cassian drops to his knees, slumping down against the snow. Nesta crouches down as well, pushing the matted hair off his face with gentle fingers and tilting his face back up to meet hers. But any words die in her throat when she takes in the glazed look that’s overtaken Cassian’s eyes, his focus clearly going in and out.

Nesta frowns down at him, and it’s then that she notices the red stain growing in the snow around them. She rears back enough that she can fully take Cassian in, finally noting the four long gashes on his chest from where the creature must have sunk its claws in. They look deep, and they definitely look bad, Cassian swaying unsteadily where he’s knelt in the snow.

“Oh, gods.”

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[lastparty]

agree that we don’t need diverse books! we need diverse authors. i cannot handle more books with authors trying to write cultures and experiences they know nothing about. like it gets so superficial when you just hand out different ethnicities and disabilities etc. to characters for diversity sake & without actually writing what their experience is like

yeah! i'm not going to stop an author from writing a diverse cast of characters or writing into diff experiences though i would be wary if that is their selling point Just That there needs to be thought put into it rather than doing it to achieve a long list of what Representation the book has lol. which i think is what you're getting at sorry that it took me so long to get hereeee. but truly this (followed by a careless editing process) is how you get things such as the racism in the peyton beachdeath book both sides now, lol. and then we need sensitivity readers and for those readers to be given enough time and money and general kindness to do a thorough job which goes back to care through the process rather than just pushing for marketable + sellable books regardless of quality. like in my own observationnn i do not think the actual wndb phrase gets used as much anymore and it came from a place of good intentions but it got coopted by marketing pretty quickly. then again i think i am pretty disillusioned towards the publishing industry as a concept. whenever books are marketed too heavily on the diversity points it's like well what is the book actually about. it feels reductive? and then it does sometimes feel like publishers love to market to white audiences and position books (ya cotemp especially) as a learning tool -> fiction definitely has the capacity to start conversations etc but again this feels like a reductive selling point unless you are in a context where you are specifically only selling to teachers parents and librarians

anywayyys i agreeee medicore white writers in particular seem to be everywhereeee and these are usually the writers who do a poor job depicting other experiences, whilst even with diverse books by diverse authors it's like we can't have too much overlap even though we can have twenty feminist greek tragedy retellings and then the book needs to be 'universal' and/or have a 'message' and also it doesn't matter if the book is polished or even well-written we should be happy because it's diverse it's quite frustrating. sorry that most of this is quite tangential i do have a lot of thoughts. we need diverse books by diverse authors who also get care and attention throughout the process so that they can release books that are good and not just ways for a penguin random house imprint to generate buzz and sell books </3

#anon #💌

[deedadobee]

wondering if you could write about a forbidden love scene? love ya btw

Who I'd Be

this is quite diff from my writings (aka royal x bodyguard) so i hope yall like this!!! fun fact, the title was inspired by a song from the shrek musical. ik its bad.

The terrace was Monarch’s favourite place to ponder, it’s where they forget all their responsibilities and take a breather away from their duties. Nights like these were welcomed by Monarch as the wind swiftly brushed their hair and skin. 

The silence was beloved until Monarch heard the door slide open. 

“A-ahem, Your Majesty?” Bodyguard peeked out, awkwardly announcing themselves.

“Bodyguard, how nice of you to join me out here.” Monarch calmly replied, facing their most loyal guard.

“Are you having your evening ponder session, Your Highness?” Bodyguard smiled slightly, melting their stoic behaviour they’d put up around the other guards.

They’d only ever shown this side for Monarch, as they’ve shown the guard how to relax outside of their job.

“Yes! It’s going so lovely, you should do it with me!” Monarch piped up, their eyes sparkled with enthusiasm the Bodyguard cannot turn down.

“I suppose I can indulge for a few minutes.” Bodyguard scratched the back of their neck nervously.

Monarch arms leaned onto the railing and patted for Bodyguard to stand by their side. Bodyguard walked quietly, unfamiliar with the silence of which Monarch usually isn’t surrounded with.

“So, Your Majesty, what do you ponder about out here?” the loyal guard asked.

“Oh, a million things! Sometimes tillions,” Monarch giggled, “but usually what I would do if I wasn't a royal.” 

Bodyguard tilted their head, their eyes sneaking a glance of Monarch’s face to see if they were joking, but they had the dreamiest face after saying that. As if they yearned hopelessly of escaping and living a normal, less fancy life. 

“Oh, I see.” 

“Who would you be, if you weren’t… Well, you?”

The simple question paused Bodyguard’s brain, they’d never asked themselves that before. Who would they be if they didn’t have this dangerous job? If they didn’t work to protect the most intelligent, and beautiful royal like Monarch? 

“Oh dear, I broke your brain, didn't I?” Monarch let out a quiet laugh.

“Ah… Guess I needed a more simpler question, Your Majesty.”

“Hm… Let me think…” Monarch’s tongue peeked out in thought and concentration.

Bodyguard just admired them in the moonlight, with the wind gently moving their hair, the light caressing their face, and the beauty of them just standing there looking breathtaking effortlessly.

“How about, you could choose one thing to change in your life, but everything else stays the same? What would it be?” 

“Your Highness, that’s the same question but with a different phrasing.”

“Just answer the first thing that pops in your head!” Monarch laughed, shaking their head.

“I’d change… My heart.”

Monarch fell silent but opened their mouth after a minute, “...Why’s that?”

“It falls for people I don’t ever have a chance with, only ends in pieces.”

“Isn't there beauty in a yearning heart, though? You’ll eventually love and cherish the one you’re destined to be with with all your might… They’ll be lucky, I’m jealous.” Monarch smiled at the moon.

Bodyguard took a deep breath and contained any bit of their feelings, to focus on enjoying their time without screwing things up.

“If you think so, Your Majesty.”

“You seem tensed up about this,” Monarch started, “who do you have your pretty eyes on, Bodyguard?”

“No one at the moment, My Liege.” Bodyguard brushed off the question with a heavy lie.

“I see how your nose flared up, I know it means you’re lying.” Monarch quickly addressed.

Bodyguard blinked at Monarch, uncomfortable yet surprised at how they knew that much about them.

“Can we not discuss this?” Bodyguard quietly asked.

“Why are you so shy about this?” Monarch insisted, resulting to Bodyguard covering their face and sighing.

Monarch folded their arms as they continued, “is it one of the other guards? Or perhaps the maids?”, their eyes widened when a thought appeared, “is it Right Hand? Oh! I bet you could get th-”

“Oh, for fucks sake- It’s YOU!” Bodyguard blurted out, the sudden vulgarity made Monarch stare in surprise.

 “I’m in love with you, very deeply in love.” Bodyguard winced as they breathed in the cold night air, while Monarch stayed still, eyes glossy from staring.

“...but I can’t love you. It aches, Monarch, it hurts when I can’t show it to you, that I can only ever be loyal to you in the sense of security and not love.”

Monarch’s mouth was agape, struggling to word out what they were feeling, but Bodyguard took it differently.

“I apologise, Your Highness, for my outburst,” Bodyguard backed away from the railing, heading to the door, “I’ll tell Other Guard to accompany you to your room.”

“W-wait-” Monarch reached out, but Bodyguard dodged it.

“Goodnight, Your Majesty.”

And with that, Bodyguard slid the door shut, leaving Monarch with nothing but the embrace of the cold air.

“I… Love you, too.” Monarch hugged themselves as they turned to face their land, really wishing they would be free of the reign, and in the arms of their loved one.

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[gins-potter]

🖊 Romitri, bakery

This ended up double the length it was supposed to be because i couldn't stop writing... whoops? Enjoy x

The moan Rose lets out as she steps into the bakery and inhales the aroma of delicious scents is practically indecent if the judgemental looks from the people waiting in line are any indication.  But she ignores them, along with their grumbling, as she skips past on her way to the counter where she boosts herself right up onto it.

“Olena,” she sings, receiving an indulgent smile in return as she leans in to press a kiss to her cheek.

“Hello, Roza.”  Olena peers past her.  “No Lissa today?”

“Nah, she had an early class.”

Rose waits, somewhat impatiently, as Olena takes an order, ringing it through the register and accepting the customer’s money, before throwing her a pleading look, the silent question accentuated by a loud growl from her stomach.

It makes Olena laugh as she gestures behind her.  “Go, your breakfast is waiting.”

“I love you,” Rose declares, sliding off the counter and leaving her to her next impatient customer.  

She squeezes past Sonya behind the coffee machine, calling a hello as she does, and receives something mumbled in return, a response that’s practically friendly coming from her so early in the morning.  She’s forced to dodge Yeva, who’s coming the opposite way with a tray of hot blini and who snaps something distinctly less friendly in Russian, before she can finally throw herself at the waiting plate of bread with another borderline lewd moan.  To watch Rose take her first bite of the black bread, that’s so fresh it's still steaming, one might think it’s a heavenly experience, what with the way she closes her eyes and tilts her head back.

“Roza!” Viktoria calls, coming out from the kitchen.  “I thought I heard you.”

Rose waves at her friend, savouring the mouthful of bread, but her chewing slows and her nose crinkles as she notices something.

“It’s different,” she says without swallowing, and it all comes out a little garbled.  “The bread tastes different.”

Olena hands the last customer their order in a brown paper bag and bids them a good day before turning to Rose with a raised eyebrow.  Rose is half expecting her to chastise her for talking with her mouth full - something so motherly that Rose still isn’t quite used to it - but instead Olena just asks curiously, “Bad?”

Rose shoots her an indignant look in return and swallows.  “Of course not bad, it could never be bad, just different.  Did you change the recipe or something?” she asks, knowing full well Olena doesn’t follow recipes.

“No.  My son baked the bread this morning.”

Rose, in the process of taking another bite, pauses, and feels her eyebrows rise.  She knows of the Belikov’s only son of course, but in the year she’s become a permanent fixture in their bakery, she’s never laid eyes on him.  She thinks she remembers hearing once that he’s away at school in New York.

Rose’s thoughtful hum turns delighted as she bites into the bread again; she would never admit it to Olena but she thinks she might almost enjoy the tangier flavour of today’s bread more than she usually does.

She hears the door to the kitchen swing open again and Viktoria lets out a crow of laughter.  “Hey Dimka, apparently your bread tastes weird.”

Rose swallows roughly and gestures in surrender so emphatically that she almost loses the rest of her breakfast.  “Woah, hey, I did not say it was weird, I said it was diff-”  Her words die in her throat as she turns to the newcomer and catches sight of quite possibly the hottest guy she’s ever laid eyes on.

Olena’s son has to have nearly a foot of height on Rose, his arms, exposed by his rolled up sleeves, are corded with muscle, and his shoulder-length hair is tied back in a ponytail that Rose has a wild urge to free from its band and runs her fingers through.

“I’ve never had anyone describe my bread as weird before,” he says, cocking his head with a slight smirk.

Rose ignores the cute dimple that’s appeared in his cheek and levels him with a pointed finger, followed by a glare at Viktoria.  “Different, not weird,” she reiterates.

“Different good?”  He folds his arm across his chest and Rose forcibly drags her eyes away from them.

“That’s yet to be determined,” she shoots back coyly.

“You must be the infamous Roza.”  He offers her a hand to shake.  “Dimitri.”

Rose isn’t too sure about the use of the word ‘infamous’ but accepts the proffered hand regardless; it’s big, and callused, and warm, and she doesn’t want to let go.

“It’s nice to meet you, Dimitri.  And I guess I’ll just have to try your bread again tomorrow to decide.”

“Yes,” Dimitri says, with a slight chuckle, finally, regrettably, releasing her hand.  “I’ve already been told to expect you most mornings.”

Rose levels a glare around at the Belikova women who are watching their exchange with thinly veiled amusement; even Karolina has appeared in the kitchen doorway to observe.  Dimitri moves to his mother’s side and ducks to press a kiss to her cheek.

“I’m going to meet Ivan for a couple hours, Mama, but I’ll be back for the lunch rush.”

Olena reaches up and pats his cheek, smoothing away a stray streak of flour that’s found its way there.

“It was nice to meet you, Roza,” Dimitri says, before lifting his hand in farewell to his family as he heads for the door.

“He called me Roza,” Rose says faintly, once he’s out of earshot.

Viktoria shoots her a bemused look.  “We all call you Roza.”

“Yeah, but not like that.”  Rose snatches up her breakfast and hurries after him, ignoring Yeva’s bark of Russian that follows her, no doubt a warning of the perils she’ll face if she doesn’t return her plate.  “Hey,” she says, catching up with Dimitri at the door.

Dimitri looks amused to see her, but holds the door open for her to step through.

“So, when are you heading back to New York?”

“I’m not.  I finished my degree last semester, I’d moved back home to help out for a few months before I worked out my next move, but…”

“But…” Rose prods.

Dimitri’s eyes trace over her face.  “But maybe there’s more here for me than I thought.  I’ll see you around, Roza.”

Rose grins, “See ya, comrade.”

#vampire academy #va #mywriting #romitri #rose hathaway #dimitri belikov #ft. a healthy dose of the belikov fam #olena belikova #yeva belikova #viktoria belikova #karolina belikova #sonya belikova #their bakery is like a pseudo cafe for the purposes of this fic #answered #1k follower celebration #thanks for celebrating 1k followers with me x

[peachiipark]

hii! can i request the phantom troupe's reactions/feelings when chrollo's darling flirts with & seduces them (behind chrollo's back)? would they be tempted or loyal to chrollo? thank u in advance! :3

𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐟𝐞𝐫 - 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫

oh shit, this is an interesting concept actually! this is my first time writing something like this.. so i hope it met your expectations!

i'm not completely familiar with all of the members of the troupe, so ill be writing for the ones that i have listed on my "who i write for" page.

i did it in a slightly diff way than usual, but if you'd rather have it in another form, feel free to comment down below! :) thanks for requesting 💗

MACHI wouldn't even bat an eye at your advances. she'd simply walk away in the middle of the conversation and pretend like nothing happened. machi isn't the type.. to swoon easily-

machi would stay silent until she finds the perfect time to tell chrollo exactly what happened. it was her duty as a member of the phantom troupe to make sure that his darling was on their best behavior. GO MACHI GO 🗣️

seeing as she quite literally gave her life for chrollo, PAKUNODA would also let him know for sure. she would most definitely not give in. i feel like she's the type to pull a lisa from genshin 😭 "oh? you're flirting with me?" THAT'D BE SOOO 💖💖

FEITAN isn't even going to speed away from you, he's just going about his day at walking speed. my guy probably won't even give you the time of day 😭 despite not being completely devoted to chrollo, (from what i can see), he doesn't care for romance very much anyway. feitan won't tell chrollo a thing though, he doesn't think it's his place.

SHIZUKU would accidentally tell chrollo tbh 💀 i feel like it'd slip during a conversation where chrollo was trying to catch her slipping- maybe slipping the question in randomly. i remember hearing in an episode that she was apparently a bad liar 😭 i love her sm

UVOGIN.. he a lil dumb 😭 ngl he'd definitely think about reacting to your advances but someone would have to talk out of it.. maybe nobunaga. now would he tell chrollo.. 😧 TRICK QUESTION, YES. uvo wouldn't rush to tell him tho.. maybe he'd try to find the perfect timing too.. he seems so outspoken that the perfect timing probably doesn't exist in his mind lmao

okay now SHALNARK is a hard one.. he's so questionable and horrifying like omg.. shart would be the type to be like "hm." with a scary ass smirk and have you on your toes all day bc you never know when he's going to tell chrollo.

THATS SO SCARY WAIT HUH 😭 i think shalnark is pretty cute but now that i think about this scenario i am purely utterly horrified.

accompany on: to the masterlist!

#hunter x hunter #hxh #phantom troupe #chrollo x reader #machi komachine #feitan portor #feitan #pakunoda #shalnark #uvogin #chrollo hunter x hunter #chrollo lucilfer #hxh chrollo #chrollo x y/n #chrollo x you

[pinnithin]

long kind of sad gay poast ahead

saw something about loving the unlovable and it got me thinking about how its a central theme in most of my writing. paired with like, isolation, being separate/other, the doomed concept of human connection, being the only person who can love and understand you the way you need, etc - i watched evangelion way too young if you couldnt guess.

anyway and this is due to the fact that a core part of my identity and personality revolves around the fact that i considered myself unlovable for the majority of my life, first unconsciously through childhood neglect, then by choice as some "you cant fire me i quit" teen angst sort of thing, then by a doomed sense of resignation all through college. its a significant part of how i see myself even now after years of working to unlearn it - ive managed to dial it back to "im difficult to love" which still isnt great but yknow. better than it was

which is why i have attachment issues and preferred one night stands for a long time. my romantic relationships (many of them short lived) have been with well meaning partners who assured me constantly that like, even though youre difficult to love its worth it. and that was all nice and good but it made me feel so fraudulent and disgusted with myself because it put me in the position of thinking either 1) this person doesnt actually know me that well at all or 2) i have somehow tricked this person into thinking under all the baggage theres someone worth loving. which is something i find difficult to reconcile with because the baggage is me too. i cant get rid of it. inevitably those people got wise and it ended up not working out.

by now have all these arguments and strategies geared up to explain to people who make the mistake of caring about me that its really not worth the effort, we're better off as friends or acquaintances, etc. im very transparent about the issues i deal with so its all just laid out there from the beginning and im not like, tricking people into being in a relationship with me or whatever by hiding it. ive talked in circles with exes over and over along the general lines of "im difficult to love" > "no youre not" > "i have xyz wrong with me and i push people away, trust me you dont want to deal with this" > "okay well we can work on that, and youll get better and itll be worth it" > "what if i never get better" > "you will, ill help you" > [me relenting bc im unable to dash their hopes and dreams that even if i Get Better im still Me at the core and the things that make me difficult to love are a permanent part of me]

the relationship im in now doesnt even let me get into that. shan is just like, youre not. youre not difficult to love, youre actually very easy to love and it has always been easy to love you, even before we were dating. and i dont have a comeback for that.

even with my usual strategy of "heres an itemized list of all the reasons dating me is a risk" theyre just like well sure, thats difficult for you to deal with, and im sorry its so hard for you, but that doesnt make you difficult to love. the loving is easy. that part has always been easy.

she doesnt treat me like a problem that needs to be solved she doesnt try to be my savior from myself she doesnt give any indication that shes just waiting it out until i reach a certain threshold of acceptable or unacceptable. she just loves me and trusts me to take care of myself, and it places a lot of personal responsibility on me to be better - not for us but for me, because im the only person who can do that and they know it.

its the healthiest relationship ive ever been in and ive never felt so safe and free to be myself. i dont need to live up to any expectations to eventually make myself lovable. im easy to love. hard thing for me to believe in self practice but going back to the inherent disconnect between all humans, who am i to know or control what they consider easy or difficult? i dont judge her when something she finds difficult is easy for me, so why wouldn't the opposite be true?

#started thinking about this first thing in the morning for some reason #i think because im moving again and its making me think of the last time i moved #out of the house i shared with my ex #something about grief being cyclical idk #pin talks #im doing a lot of posting and not a lot of packing. lol

[darabeatha]

    /  ok so! I don’t know about yq’s favs but I can talk about what would be my Daybit’s favorites dinos; which I will limit to a small list from diff periods in no specific order;

T-rex: This is a pretty common favorite if not the most easy to recognize; probably one if not the first dinosaurs that would come to someone’s mind when mentioning dinos as a whole. He likes them because they are easy to talk about with others (As he is not the smoothest talker out there) as there is usually a general idea about them even if a lot of it is still founded on old movies and information about them like as an example; the idea that t-rex had this massive roar, recent studies have concluded that bc of the way their skulls were formed + their closest relatives alongside other proof, they could have not been able to do anything more than closed mouth vocalizations, something like a deep hiss/grunt; test sounds actually sound even more scary than the roars. As such this goes on; in all truth. he doesn’t really mind this and would just inform you about what differs.

Therizinosaurus: He finds it curious the rather unusual anatomy of this one; although a lot of dinosaurs did use to have short forelimbs, this one is very unique as it used to be the dino with the (or one of the) longest claws reaching aprox 50+cm in lenght with very lil curvature, kind of like scissors tbh (picture down below for ref), despite this, I read that there’s a possibility they were herbivores bc of its possible ties with other mammals (principally herbivores) and that their long claws were useful for tearing through vegetation more easily rather than them being used for attacking and stuff. He likes this one bc despite its intimidating appearance, it is not what it shows to be.

troodon: chicken looking (Headcanon that daybit likes birds as association to dinos so true-), colorful. Actually had a remarkable brain size in relation to its overall size + compared to other current reptiles which led to think that this guy could have been maybe as smart as some of our current birds. Probably had some big ol eyes at that too. Kind of cute

Sauroposeidon: one of the biggest ones, so big that initially their fossils were thought to be pieces of petrified wood; which makes sense as their necks are so long that they looked more like trunks of trees rather than a neck. He likes this one because its so tall it looks quite surreal, he’ll stand in a museum and look up for a long while thinking about his own physical insignificance-

honorable mentions that i won’t write about but that are interesting to him; linhenykus, psittacosaurus, helicoprion (shark tm), dunkleosteus, deinocheirus

#tenkoseiensei #;d.aybit #;headcanons #headcanons #anyways dont read this; just know that he likes dinos #i had to clear allmy tags bc i went on and on about his personality but iwas like- this is too long- #ANYWAYS; all u need to know is that d #d.aybit is lit that one pannel in c.sm with the girl talking about sea creatures to d.enji on the a.quarium #also im sorry king im making u a serious icon border (?)- but u know?; maybe he would like it #this looks so out of place in my blog #one day u see the last roman emperor anime version and next u see dinosaurs