#*propose grape juice*

[patrothestupid]

drink only grape juice

[water-to-drink]

This Guy’s In Love With You

(Pairing): Diluc x gn!reader

(Synopsis): Diluc is in love and his journey to win your heart

(Tags/Warnings): Pinning, Diluc is whipped, might feel awkward, song fic, (if I missed anything lmk)

(Word Count): 440

Song used as inspiration:

You see this guy, the Diluc Ragnvindr, is love in with you

Yes, the stone cold Master Diluc is love, anyone could tell with the way he looks at you. Who looks at you with the same level of fondness in the young master’s eyes whenever he catches sight of you?

Whenever you flash him your smile that rivals the sun he can tell that the two of you know each other very well

How can he show you how much you captured his heart?

He’s honestly happy that you came into his life. Whenever you come into his bar it instantly brightens up his gloomy day

He pretends to be preoccupied but his attention is always on you, even when you have those conversations you have with your friends on the second floor. His heart exploded with joy when he overheard that you think he’s handsome

With this knowledge he wants to make things happen between you and him. It’s just the question on how. He wishes that he had the courage to ask you himself instead of just eavesdropping on your conversations, being the last to know about you

Pushing his anxiety aside he goes up to you one day to begin courting you. With shaky hands he presses a bouquet of roses to you

Scared of his heart breaking by your rejection, Diluc doesn’t know if he can handle it, cause he needs your love like he needs oxygen, he wants your love like he wants his daily glass of grape juice

You say yes, you’re in love with him

In love with the man in front of you. Diluc is so happy he could die

The two of you being dating and it all feels like a fairytale. Learning everything about you, from your likes and dislikes, your moments of heartbreak. You comfort him with his own moments of heartbreak. Before he knew it your lives slowly blend into each other’s

As the two of you make your way through a field of flowers, he knows that this is the perfect place. Getting down on one knee he pulls out a small box. Don’t let him be the last to know

With shaky hands he presents the box with a ring inside

He hopes that you accept his proposal

As the lingering shock settles down you nod your head with tears in your eyes

So overjoyed he stands up and spins you around, both of your laughter fills the air,

you’re in love, in love with Diluc Ragnvindr

If not he would just die

He stopped spinning you to press his lips against yours

[ddarker-dreams]

Would hwr reader be the cool wine aunt? (I can see her accidentally getting drunk off wine thinking it was grape juice or non alcoholic, then chrollo having to supervise her the whole night lol)

anon ... are you a secret telepath because i've considered so many variations of this exact scenario.

for some context on HWR reader's abysmal alcohol tolerance — certain bloodlines from her home country hailed from the dark continent. they could temporarily boost their abilities, whether it be the five senses, strength, or speed, at the cost of enduring excruciating pain once the burst ends. a peculiar side effect owing to this constitution is that those who possess it are extremely sensitive to psychoactive substances. so, understandably, she takes great care in avoiding anything that could land her in a precarious position.

the common language in hxh isn't her native tongue, so if a word or term is obscure enough, all bets are off. for instance, in the earlier days when she just joined the troupe, paku once offered her a nightcap. HWR reader accepted. imagine her confusion when she was presented with a drink. it didn't look like any hat she'd seen before. the troupe greatly perplexed her at first.

the scenario you proposed has definitely happened before. here's the basic rundown:

her and chrollo were staking out an event under the pretense of being guests. a wandering waiter offered her a drink from his tray. it wasn't held in a champagne chute, martini glass, or the like, there was no indication to the beverage's true nature. she inquired over the ingredients. the waiter listed off what made up the concoction. the name of the hard liquor went over her head, it was the lovechild of a recent startup the event's owner had invested in to 'diversify his investment portfolio.'

it lacked the bitter tang commonly associated with alcohol. it was slightly sweet with a tarte aftertaste.

whilst sipping away and fraternizing with the other attendees, chrollo reappeared. he'd been piecing together a mental blueprint of the estate for later use. he easily integrated back into the social scene, almost as if he'd never left in the first place. before he'd even reentered the grand reception area, he'd caught onto a fluctuation in HWR reader's impeccable aura. while not an outright cause for alarm, he found it odd.

(some not SFW beneath the cut)

although he hid it well, he was genuinely surprised to see his normally abstinent lover indulging herself. she was critiquing the research of two gentlemen who had been not so subtly flaunting their game-changing findings the entire evening. the men appeared scandalized as she pointed out inconsistencies in their data and the like. he swooped in only when it became evident the men were about to raise a fuss, smoothly excusing him and his increasingly irate date.

he could roughly guess how this predicament came to be. he explained to her in a low and steady voice that this drink actually has a high alcohol concentration. it took a moment for her impaired cognition to catch up with his words. when the realization hit, however, she was not enthused.

by the time they'd made it back to their 'borrowed' vehicle, her legs were unsteady. there was a thin glaze over her eyes, like she was only half-present. on the drive back to the hotel, she'd randomly continue her earlier critique in an incomprehensive murmur. he never knew poorly falsified data was such an unforgivable slight in her eyes.

chrollo was growing increasingly intrigued by this unfiltered version of his otherwise prim and proper girlfriend. did he feel bad that she ended up in this position? kinda, but he wouldn't let anything happen to her. or, to be more precise, let anything happen to the civilians in the immediate area. not out of compassion, mind you, but for convenience's sake. he's trying to maintain a low profile in this area until the heist's completion. a dangerous, sword-wielding woman capable of wiping out an entire town's population should she see fit would be counteractive to this goal.

he dutifully keeps an eye on her in their suite. she vacillates between forgetting he's there or eagerly engaging him in a wide array of topics. everything from the separation of church and state to 'if he really likes her.' at this point, she'd shrugged off her outer garments (with his assistance), the heat of inebriation unbearable. chrollo had been exercising every modicum of self-control in his body as she crawled into his lap, perching herself there like it was her throne. her fingers, free from her usual gloves, brushing along the various grooves of his face.

"pretty," she hums. her blissed out expression, breathy voice, and the pressure of her body against his crotch makes him strain to behave himself. "my pretty boy."

he's grateful that she isn't lucid enough to note the rosy blush that spreads over his cheeks at this unexpected praise.

in a languid motion, her arms wrap around his neck. she embraces him tight enough that he can feel the soft swell of her chest, threatening to spill out from its restraints. she plays with the ends of his hair, humming a melody unknown to him, perfectly content. he allows himself some indulgence — his hands settle on either side of her hips. to help steady her, he tells himself. for such a proficient liar, this excuse is admittedly pathetic.

"boss."

"hm?"

"i have a secret," she whispers. this piques his curiosity, overriding his previous sentiments to respect her privacy. selfishly, he hopes she doesn't remember this come morning. otherwise, he'll be in for an earful...

"oh?" he goads her on. "and what would that be?"

(goodbye plausible deniability).

her lips brush against his outer ear and he shivers.

"i've fallen in love with someone."

his breath hitches in his throat. he ceases his previous ministrations of rubbing circles into her skin. despite enjoying three years of sex, heists, and frequent companionship, those infamous three words have yet to be uttered. they've made it evident that they're exclusive, but that's about it. neither of them have delved into the nitty and gritty of whatever their relationship truly means.

momentarily, he forgets how to weave elaborate webs that ensnare his victims right where he wants them. all eloquence and posturing melts away. what little of him that leaves remaining utters his next two words, not the persona whose charisma could rival a manipulator's hatsu.

"with who?"

the raw, guttural urgency he speaks this inquiry with is foreign to his ears. he wonders what he'd do should she profess devotion for another. would he have what it takes to respect her choice? it's a silly question; of course he wouldn't, not past a chilling smile that doesn't reach his eyes.

alas, this hypothetical is put to rest. its his name that she speaks. the accent she tries suppressing sneaks out, curling around each slowly enunciated syllable. after what feels like an eternity, he relaxes, sinking back into the plush couch.

"don't tell him," there's a threatening edge to her voice.

chuckling softly, he hugs her tighter.

"i won't."

[monarchberrysblog]

Thinking about Dionysus! Gabriel...

MINORS DNI | 18+ CONTENT

Dionysus! Gabriel who praises the very ground you walk on the moment he sees you. This man is so distraught by seeing your very existence as he refuses to believe that you were left behind by a man-- a man you fell in love with after helping him kill the minotaur.

Left behind on an island called Naxos, he abandoned you, leaving you behind and sailing away, only seeing you as a liability more than anything as he pursued you to get closer to your sister...

The sight of you on the grainy sand with fear in your eyes felt like he just saw a puppy getting kicked to the side while fending for their life. The look of fear is legible, enough for any sane man to feel sympathy, especially for Gabriel.

Dionysus! Gabriel who literally fell in love with your beauty the moment he saw you sleeping on the sand, seeing how soft and warm you are.

Your soft figure is the first thing he takes in like wine, seeing your full, chubby figure. The toga did your figure justice, seeing your soft thighs peeking and seeing your soft, pudgy tummy against your toga.

After poking you awake with a stick, he looks into your warm, inviting eyes after you open them. He knew he had to take you in when your eyes landed on his.

Dionysus! Gabriel who takes you in, inviting you to his home, not wanting to see the look of fear in your eyes. Nowhere else to go (since you were hungry and thirsty), you oblige.

This 'home' in question was his 'cult,' and its members, such as women, slaves, and non-citizens, always enjoyed each other's company and drank wine—lots and lots of wine. The space immediately became your home, taking care of you and allowing his individuals, specifically letting the women play with your hair. (They love to play with your hair and braid it.)

Dionysus! Gabriel who feeds you grapes from his vineyards. Your eyes always shined in excitement when you tasted the sweet fruit. The sweet juices were a burst of flavor for you, along with the other fruits he offered.

Gifts slowly came in like a low tide at night, always offering you the first bite before he took a bite after you. But the final straw for the man was seeing you devour a peach he cut in half.

Seeing you eating a peach, juices rolling down your chin, the sticky juices on the tip of your nose, and you want to add honey to the already sweet fruit, the man swore he got a stroke at the adorable sight.

Dionysus! Gabriel who would do anything for you, even giving you a custom-made crown just for you after agreeing with his proposal. The crown became a sensation, to the point the women in your homeland wore them.

Then Gabriel (a hopeless romantic) takes your crown and shows it to the sky as a constellation, showing his undying love for you, forever showing mortals that he loves you and would do anything. And I mean anything...

Dionysus! Gabriel has beef with the demi-god, not knowing that the man would come after his beloved, killing you and sending your soul down to the underworld. After hearing this, he goes to the underworld to retrieve your soul and brings you to Mount Olympus, officially making you a goddess.

Dionysus! Gabriel and you will argue, but nothing too serious to break your love for one another. An instance of killing a spider comes to mind as you plead for the intimidating god to kill the spider, only for him to join you on the tree, not wanting to deal with the teeny spider that scared you.

"Why won't you kill it?"

"It has eight eyes!"

"You literally turned pirates into dolphins a while ago..."

"That's different!"

"Maybe if we don't move, it'll go away..."

"Gabriel..."

Dionysus! Gabriel who will be black-out drunk with you in the most hilarious way possible. While intoxicated, the man says that he's the most charismatic while drunk. What he meant is literally him getting on his knees for you and begging repeatedly. Non-stop, not taking a moment to breathe.

But most nights after partying in the morning felt like a trip of THC as you would wake up on Gabriel drooling on his chest while having a blanket half-assed on y'all nude bodies. But every time the two of you woke up in each other's arms, the man could barely recall how the two of you ended up on the same bed (Not that he minded or anything).

"Morning, Gabriel..."

"How did we end up here?"

"I have no idea..."

"Let's not think about it, love..."

Dionysus! Gabriel, who would give you the most intimate love sessions with you, not being harsh but rather sweet and slow. The way you mew under him, feeling his cock fill you, it was enough to fill him with euphoria. "There we go, you're doing so good..."

The soft praises were always replied with soft mews and moans, while the smooth, passionate strokes always left you clawing on his bicep. "How are we feeling? Is it too much?" He croons before a soft moan fills the area. Your hands reach up and comb through his hair, feeling your fingers intertwine with the wild vines that decorate his hair. "No, it's good..." You whine from underneath him, turning your attention to him once again.

The look in your eyes makes the man into a frenzy. "You're gonna look so good as a mama with your belly swelling with my baby."

The man gave you a fruitful of cute, chubby babies ever since...

This will get low activity, but since I have some mutuals who love Gabriel, here you go! 🩷

[delopsia]

happy new year delly 🍓✨

*whispers* long time no talk since i deleted my sideblog for good (possibly) 🥲 but i do rrally miss shooting the breeze with you about these characters! i’ve just been feeling a little out of sorts lately. so, ignore this if you’re not feeling it but—

how did the floytts celebrate the ball dropping?

does rhett still drink since getting married, or was it a sparkling grape juice or sprite kind of celebration? who conked out first and had to be woken up with a minute to spare? or maybe they wanted to hurry up and be done with 2024, so they just went to bed early and woke up late to make a nice brunch the next day?

omg, if they did stay up: how red did rhett blush when reader and robby kept planting kisses on his cheeks and neck without letting him get a return smooch in for himself? 😌

ps. i loved calico creek so much 🩷

💐 t

Haha, happy New Year! Even...if it isn't all that new of a year anymore...oops 😭

I feel like the Floytts, given that they're a trio, get invited to so many holiday celebrations in December that by the time New Years is lurking around the corner, they're absolutely over it.

Bob has had to drag everyone to two (2) Christmas dinners (one for work, one for friends), Rhett's work had a big celebration, the Reader had a celebration with their friends/family, and then they had their own private one on top of that. And that's still not including Christmas morning and all of the related shenanigans. If Rhett sees one more festive holiday invitation with that stupid fucking curly font that he struggles to read, he's going to have a Holly Jolly Meltdown™

The moment Bob manages to chase the last visitor out of their house on Christmas Day, he's already proposing that they don't even bother with New Years Eve, and it's just so easy to agree with him when you've had six separate celebrations in the past two weeks. And to be fair, they all stick to the same plan. Celebrate at 10PM, go to bed and go out for breakfast together in the morning.

And then Bob turns around and blows the plan right out of the water on New Years Eve.

It's not...intentional? He doesn't mean for it to happen. They're idling in a grocery store aisle, waiting on the Reader to come back with something, and Bob just happens to start asking Rhett questions about this odd looking bottle of alcohol that's sitting in front of them.

Rhett, to his credit, tries to explain what it tastes like, but he's collecting that information from a fuzzy memory of a party Perry threw eight or nine years ago, and now he's curious too. By the time the Reader comes back, they're trying to figure out what's so special about champagne and why this bottle in Rhett's hand is pastel pink. And well now they've got to try it, too.

Worse, the Reader got distracted while getting bread and is now holding some random, 2000's movie they found in the $5 bin. Between that and the champagne, they're already halfway to a lazy New Years Eve on the couch. Might as well grab a few more odd movies and order a pizza while they're at it. And somewhere along the way Rhett finds a 20 pack of plastic, multi-color wine glasses, and hey wouldn't it be funny if we drank out of these all night?

Bob eventually does get to tax one experimental sip of each drink and decides that the mystery drink should have remained a mystery, and that the pretty champagne bottle was pure deception and lies. He wrinkles his nose every time he catches Rhett sipping on it.

Rhett's knocked out by the time the third movie finishes. He wakes up at 11:59PM to a flurry of kisses and the no-context sight of some random people shouting a countdown on the television. Hasn't got the slightest clue what's going on, between the Reader kissing on his left cheek and Bob on the right, he can hardly think. "wh't the 'ell—?"

He's still not awake even after he's muttered a warbled 'happy new year'. Is he red from the champagne or blushing from all the kisses? Nobody knows, and Rhett will never confess.

The night ends with Reader giggling and taking a video of Bob having to carry him to bed. They wind up sleeping through their breakfast plans, but hey, nobody ever complained about an early lunch...💐

[laelelinae]

hii can I have general akaashi headcanons pls? TYY!

General Akaashi HCs!

The type of person to talk to himself 😭😭

Probably just muttered things to himself and practice compliments to give 😭

I FEEL LIKE HE WOULD HAVE SILLY SOCKS,LIKE FROG ONES AND SHARK ONES HFGGHGH

Probably has a ikea shark plushie and the fat bear plushie

HE LOVES PLANTS IM SURE OF IT. Probably has a lot of plants in his house and a few in his room

Talks to them like he’s a dad to themmmm

I feel like he’s pretty nerdy😭 but probably has stable grades?

Probably has the cleanest and comfiest room known in mankind

I feel like he would smell minty like sweet and minty or just some refreshing smell!

Probably a froggie boy ,I feel like he had a frog phase and owns a crochet frog hat taht his mom made 😭😭

Type of person to get bottled black coffee and sandwiches at convenience store in the mornings

I think he’s the type of person to read people when’s out like when he’s bored ,he just looks at someone random and think about how their life,their career and how they are ?

Probably LOVES crunchy sweet green grapes

I feel like he loves light green and dark blue?

Likes going to libraries a few times a week

Probably a top in his class? Not top 1 but around top 3 to 5?

He loves making snowman in the winter :)))

Probably a mommy boy (in a good way) (his mom is probably really really sweet)

Loves going to local bakeries

LOCAL GRANDMAS AND GRANDPAS LOVES HIM LIKE?? HES SUCH A GOOD BOI

Listens to Wave to Earth and probably Lamp😝

Has a few pictures of you and him on dates and silly pictures of him and Bokuto

If you ever go on dates with him,he probably always bring small tiny gifts like snacks or little clips he randomly brought for you <3

Does whatever you do

Quality time is a must for this man😭

Your parents DEFINITELY LOVES HIM AND IS LOOKING FORWARD FOR YOUR WEDDING LIKEEE

He probably walks old people dogs on holiday mornings and he gets some tips or food in return 😭

Has a crochet frog keychain on his backpack

I feel like he does yoga sometimes

LOVESSS bringing you on picnic & aquarium dates

I bet he LOVES Shinchan (me too)

Probably has a salt lamp

Likes collecting some gems from some local shops

Whenever he’s sick or your sick,he would make soups that taste like literal heaven

I feel like he dates to marry (loyal boy!)

I feel like he would love to visit local farms and helps out the farmers

Loves taking the trains and take some pictures

Loves cuddling you,pecking you with some kisses

Secretly REALLY caring and LOVING.

Probably prefer at home dates more,would just love to lay on your thighs or chest and just rest on there like a sloth😭

Probably snores really quietly

Loves snacking on cucumbers and drinking veggie juices

Have bokuto third wheel your dates 😭

Loves buying you small gifts like always

Buys them in random shops,buys clips,small plushie keychains,matching keychains. And honestly,anything!

Let’s you put on makeup on him😭

You guys went to Uniqlo and then picked outfits for each other !!

Speaking of Uniqlo,surely is a Uniqlo boy!

Loves fat plushies and soft ones

Loves the rain!

Probably has really soft hair but he doesn’t take care of it that often.

SMOOTHHHH SKINNN! Like is shiny and soft?!

Probably has a 2 step skincare, face wash and then some moisturizer 😭

Type of person to never get tanned,he does put on sunscreen and sometimes doesn’t and still never get tanned

Favorited student by many many teachers and students EVEN JANITORS

Probably got so much gifts on his desk on Valentine’s Day,like at least more than 5😭

Would’ve just gave all the chocolate to Bokuto LMFAO

Loves drinking yogurt (especially blueberry flavored or just normal)

I feel like he loves eating crepes

Just love refreshing stuff

When he first started dating you in high school,he probably had dreams and imaginations about proposing to you after college 😭🫶🏻🫶🏻

And guess what? He did 😝

[rosypenguins]

I am NOT the you are to drew like Henry is to me anon I am a completely different person however. I'd like to share a little something about Henry.

I had a friend on discord once and we talked about Henry quite a lot, and we made what is what I think my FAVOURITE Henry theory of all time.

Okay, think about it: what's the ONE tmf character that has a design trait that literally HIDES or CHANGES their real appearance to the audience? That's right; HENRY. Henry's real EYES are never seen (except for the glow up video which I'm really not counting because that's like... a silly little thing BUT ANYWAY) in the show. And we all know eyes are the window to the soul. What I'm getting at here is that I don't think that Henry is genuine, not in a malicious way, but in some sort of... like, joke... way?? Gosh I can't explain it but here look.

Think about it. Why the hell would Henry spit gum into Zoeys hair? ZOEY, aka Drew's girlfriend, aka THAT ZOEY? For the comedic value. Because its funny.

Why does he like lettuce juice? Really think about it. Really. What. Does lettuce juice. Taste like. Just fucking water. Maybe terrible water but you can't juice a fucking lettuce. This is a gag, yes, but the only closer similar gag is maybe Zander drinking grape juice I guess... but that's not similar. Grapes can be juiced. Where would you even GET a lettuce juice box? That's right, NOWHERE. Henry must've crafted those boxes, or at least stuck a sticker onto a green juice box, for a bit. Wouldn't that be insane ass effort to put into a bit? Hell, the juice is green. If you juice a lettuce it wouldn't be green. It's not a lettuce smoothie, it's a "lettuce juice". Meaning that Henry either getting green juice or dying water himself isn't out of the picture.

Why is he always goofing around? Sure, you can say thats just his silly goofy aura, but just THINK. He is DESIGNED with silly goofy in mind. His literal physical appearance is silly. HE LITERALLY HAS MEME EYES. HE'S THE ONLY ONE WITH MEME. EYES.

I know this is just an archetype. I know he's just a character.

But just. Think.

He isnt just "a comedic relief character", he IS the comedic relief character. In their show. That's the role he put on himself. The role he's putting effort to play no matter the consequence.

But why would that be? I mean, look at Liam! He's silly and goofy too, why am I doing this whole ass essay?

I bring another point into discussion; the fact that he's a WEEB.

A DORK.

A GEEK.

Now, I may be projecting just a smidge here, but that just means I have personal experiences of that happening.

We all know Drewy Bear loves to adopt absolute fucking losers and up their status, as shown with Jake. And, come on, think about it, Henry is like THE most bulliable character in the show, no offense. So, what I'm proposing,

Is that Henry must've gotten bullied before too. It would make total sense! He's a weeb, excitable, probably says "nani!?" Unironically, etc. And you know, sometimes when you're picked on... you really start to internalise that shit. Sometimes the attention you get from people laughing at you feels good. Terrible, hurtful, and devastating... but good. Because they find you funny.

And you then put ALL your effort into being funny. That's the only thing you're gonna be, after all, you're hillarious. Oh, you can only eat X food? What are you, a rabbit? Hahaha, turn that into a funny bit! Etc, etc etc.

We don't know how long this went on or how long Henry was a Dromie, but one things for sure (in my theory): all of this slowly made him less and less of a person, and more and more of just a joke.

And no, the lettuce thing isn't a reach. I've had this genuinely happen to me personally; people kept on making fun of me because I had to soften my food because of my chronic fatigue, so i turned it into a bit. I'm not ruling this out for Henry.

....

But hey that's just a theory A FREAK THEORY thanks for watching aaaaand send ask

That is a WILD theory but I TOTALLY see what you’re getting at!! That makes so much sense! And it takes his silly role as comic relief and spins it around to be hella depressing. (Turning yourself into the joke just to make people laugh is way too real-😭)

Almost makes me wonder too what if ALL the Jomies were bullied prior to meeting Drew? I mean Liam’s not exactly the definition of cool either. That’d be really interesting to see.

[summerposts]

𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖎𝖉'𝖘 𝖈𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖆'𝖘 𝖈𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝖕𝖙. 1

mature themes & wording . change wording & pronouns as necessary .

There’s a castle on a hill, as the story goes.

There’s secrets in the stone.

My first wife was a gnome. It was a short marriage.

I’ll hit my block when I’m good and ready!

We of the mountain kin like to do things in our own ............ time.

There is no family tree that does not wither; that does not burn.

I spend my day knee deep in pig guts, but fuck all, do you stink!

Your order’s ready, Stinky.

Leave the shop. I want to be in it.

You’ve taken such care handling my meat. Seems only fair I handle yours.

It won’t take long, will it, you filthy pig?

OINK OINK OINK OINK OINK OINK!

Don’t bandy words with the cursling!

She’s wearing someone else’s skin!

Why can’t anyone else see it?!

Whether you want it or not, you are cursed crazy.

When fighting your demons alone, you know you’re fucked or fated.

Whether it’s madness or not, you had a bad beat, baby.

You know you’re stuck with the stigma, whether you want it not.

Bedlam is all that you’ve got when you’ve been backstabbed lately.

I’ve traveled the world and tasted wine and cheese and grapes and honey. But nothing compares to the juice and the hairs of royal cunny~

If you say so, my Prince.

Well, FUCK THEM, then!

To hell with her and her frostbitten cunny!

All of the great houses have rejected your proposals, despite my prince’s many…… charms.

Fuck this cursed life!

I’m not a creature of soot and sweat, I’m clean!

I’m… doomed.

I’ve seen a cock! No more trials today, gods, I beg you!

There are many regrettable things in life but a maiden stealing a glance at your member is not amongst them.

I will test my luck further and risk a kiss on your lovely hand.

I cannot remember last when I was spoken to so gently.

I don’t care if the house needs new shutters or tapestries! I want to know if the carpet matches the drapes!

Now if you don’t mind, I want to get her out of these soaking clothes and…. Well, we’ll see what happens after that.

Fear not. If it’s anything venereal, I’ve had and beaten it.

Egads! This is one thirsty fucking house!

You’ve spoken enough for one outing.

What robs the fear from your eyes and replaces it with defiance?

You linger only because it pleases me to watch your bloodline suffer and serve.

I’ve swatted many gnats, should I try my hand at a dragon?

One thing is not the other, my little friend.

I’ve never made frog paste before but it says here that it’s simple and serves four.

Step one: smash frog with big fucking rock.

You want to be stuck in this house forever? With them?

I was raised to be appraised.

I know I am no lawyer, so I’m leaning on natural law.

I know you’re wishing I’d be sweet and behave, but I’d rather step on your grave.

If I wanted to sharpen my cleaver on this day… I’ve got names.

I don’t know how it’ll come to be, but I’ll see you under my feet.

Sire many tadpoles!

What did the maiden say when she finally reached the ball? *insert gagging sounds here*

Very amusing, sire. Ha. Ha…. Ha.

Do not read my diary, you whore!

There will be no riddling in this house. It is beneath us.

I oughta pop your head like a zit!

She knows we don’t have friends and she’s rubbing it in!

Okay, so I lose all my cobwebs and she gets to dress as slutty as she wants? I hate this family!

If I close my eyes, I can see the best in front of me.

Side-step the tedious formalities and kiss me!

Gods be damned. They gave you the figure I prayed for.

Fucking servants. They’ll sell your secrets for a copper every time.

Cover your ankles! There could be boys nearby!

If I close my eyes, I can see the past in front of me.

This is as good as it gets. The stars are all in a line.

He was quite handsome. But he was also quite stupid.

It all started in these woods… Under this tree.

She’s beguiled the world with dark magic.

Stand up. I want a clear shot at that tummy. I don’t want to damage that hide more than I have to.

I’ve gifted you this happy day, and now it’s time to turn out the light!

Look at me! I look fuckin’ sexy!

You gotta swing your hips like this. Humans like a nice, swingin’ ass!

Mama’s hungry for man-jam!

My facade won’t let me down.

No one notices that my soul is inside out.

This flesh has got you fucked.

My truth is skin deep and oblique.

No one notices that my soul is disavowed.

I’ll play the part until I break your heart.

Open your eyes, daughter of fire.

Let it burn away the last of your tears.

I am fae. I am God. I am Mother.

Gods are not good or evil. They simply are. And they are beyond your judgement.

Please, no more! I have suffered so much!

I want only for the world to be a good and kind place.

Your pretty words are chains. Cast them aside and tell me what is thy desire?

I have nothing save this sword and this heart.

Under my tutelage, he will one day fight with the skill of a frog!

A story so old, it’s nothing but bones.

Only fire is just.

Eternity laughs and laughs at its destruction.

A god will see that your enemies run.

For your final gift: I grant you eternal starlight.

The gods still know whose blood should run.

You shall be as radiant and as terrible as I.

[lyrenminth]

The one who got away

Angst. Fwb situation with Justin.

In another life

I would be your girl

We keep all our promises

Be us against the world.

You didn't know how it began. These dirty feelings for him. The way your heartbeat increases watching him making you a sandwich after fucking the life out of you. It was unnatural, unwanted, unexpected.

It was unreasonable knowing damn well you weren't ready for a relationship. But you enjoyed the way the treated you, how smooth his skin was, how strong he was not having a problem fucking you standing up, how his hips connected with yours and how raspy and masculine his hands felt while touching your body.

And you didn't want to think about the other side. The side it that made your mind betray every rational thought. The side that made you dream of a house with a beautiful garden and little children with blond hair and slint eyes running all over the place. The side that made your heart hurt.

You had your life's plan already and that never include a 6'6 athletic man in the mix, and for once you wanted to follow your path after fighting for a ounce of independence with your family. You could hear Meg voice telling you "don't lose your mind for a dick" and she knew better than you in many aspects.

But you looked at him, all focused cutting the sandwich in a perfect half (like you like it) and pouring grape juice (your favorite) in a tall glass. You knew it was a dangerous territory to have this family dynamics with him, but you couldn't stop.

And Justin looked like he didn't want either. You saw each other at least twice a week, only to undress each other, but everything started when he asked to stay a little more time. Suddenly, you were having deep conversations about football and your deeply dislike of mac-and-cheese. Sharing silly stories from your childhoods, those he would never share with the media.

The mistake of Justin was paying attention to you like he actually care. And you mistake was believe that he actually care.

Now you were pondering in that horrible and hurtful question: are we fuck buddies or something else? And the answer was unclear for you too. Because you can't...you must not like him.

Your dreams were first. You were first. You traveling schedule, your clothing brand, your goal of becoming someone important by your own right. Having Justin in that equation with his almost-celebrity status tainted your purpose. You weren't Gisele Bündchen.

"Here you have" he said, giving you your plate and sitting next to you. He made two sandwiches for himself, you knew how much he liked to eat. He was a big foodie just like you.

You still felt the spams in your core, the emptiness of something missing. It was to early to fuck again? Your libido with him was always high. How annoying.

"Thank you" you started eating avoiding looking at his beautiful face.

"I was wondering if you are going to stay in LA for the next week?" he asked, cleaning his lips with a napkin.

"Yeah, I leave in two weeks" you put your sandwich down, feeling the butterflies in your stomach. You wanted to punch yourself. "Why?"

"Umm" he played with his napkin. Was he nervous? "I got an extra ticket for the game, and if you want it it's yours"

You frowned. How agressive were those damn butterflies?

"Someone in your family can't go?" it must be. It has to be.

"Yeah, something like that" he looked at you, and your eyes went to his lips as usual.

"We say no public sightings" it was a rule he proposed. "Technically, we are not going to be together" he said.

Stay true to yourself. You can deal with a broken heart, you can't live his ways. Stay true to yourself. Love come and goes.

You bit your lip, and lower your gaze. It was your fault for allowing these interactions. The truth was you were scared, you didn't want to lose yourself but you enjoyed his company.

"What do you say?" his tone was so kind and hopeful that made you want to run away and throwing yourself at him in happiness. All at the same time.

You didn't want to know how he felt about you. Maybe he was in love, maybe he wasn't.

You sighed, not hungry anymore. You turned around to face him.

"Justin, I can't" it was the truth, it was the painful truth. "I can't go to your games, and I can't keep doing this" you move your hand between your bodies "I-um...I-" you gasped for air, feeling the knot in your throat "We agree this was something casual"

Maybe in another life. In another moment of your life. But not that night.

"I know" was all he said, frowning.

"Then, let's keep it casual, ok?"

"Yeah" he sounded sad? It was your imagination.

"I mean...I don't want to catch feelings and going to your games and all that stuff" your shake your head "It's going to erase the lines. I need the lines, Justin"

"Okay"

"Maybe we need a time apart too" he laughed without fun at you proposal "I don't want to catch feelings" you repeated "And you have tons of choices, I mean there are girls throwing themselves at you. You aren't going to starve" you joked trying to light the mood.

Then you saw how he closed himself. His expression hardened and you swore his eyes lost all shine.

"If that's what you want" he said, serious.

I don't know what I want, dumbass.

"It's what I need"

He only nodded. Yup, he was mad. But why? He started cleaning the table, you noticed he didn't eat much too.

"I'm going to call an Uber" you stated, understanding he didn't want you there, you started looking for you phone.

"It's too late. I'm gonna take you to your house" he declared.

It's something you liked about him, he could be mad but he wasn't an asshole.

"You don't have to" you find your purse, and took out your phone.

"Don't argue with me. It's late, it's dangerous. I know you don't want to spend more time with me but at least let me take you to your house so I know you're safe" he sounded bitter, and sad.

Wow. You stopped what you were doing only to look at him. He turned around, avoiding your gaze, like looking at you was unbearable.

"Thank you" you whispered.

The car ride was silent. And you were doubting your decisions. Maybe it was too soon? Too harsh? When you building complex appeared in sight you were about to cry. Why? You were the one who asked for it. You looked at his hands, his strong thighs and his stern look...oh.

"Thank you for the ride" you said, clenching to your purse. A heavy energy settle between both. You noticed he was holding tight the steering wheel, his knuckles white.

"You're welcome"

"Thank you for everything" he shook his head slightly at your words. His Adam's apple moving up and down. "Good luck for the rest of you seasons. I truly believe you are a great athlete, and you must be proud of yourself"

He took a deep sigh. "You don't have to do this" he declared, you heart sank "Good night"

And that's how you knew it was over.

"Bye"

In the next month you spend trying to get rid of him. You told your friend to help you to keep your mind free of him. You avoid watching his games, or being closer to anything related to him. It was relatively easy since you never went public with him. But the ache you felt made you sleepless and weak. You cried whole nights, realizing that you miss him. His scent, his dry sense of humor, his warm body, his hugs after sex, how good he made you feel.

Your dreams were the only thing you clinched for dear life. It was the reason you took that decision. Somehow, you didn't find it enough at that moment.

The nail in the coffin was to block his number and unfollow him from social media. After that you become a workaholic, traveling here and there, meetings with others brands, designing new clothes. Efficiency was your second name.

Everything was falling into place, but during some nights you would miss him. The sex, the intimacy. You had to fight against some actions, including stalk him or watch interviews. It was bad because he was a quarterback, face of a franchise. One Subway commercial and you were ready to unblock him. It was pathetic.

You were too stubborn to call him. To admit it. To give a second chance. And you had to learn to live without him.

Because you were the one afraid. The one who got away.

[sumaneun-stars]

'Remember Me Now?'

Pairing. Sunghoon x fem!reader

Genre. Fluff

Warnings. None

Synopsis. It was your sister's wedding- and you expected it to be quite exhausting. Except this certain man made your day better, not realizing he was the boy you spent your childhood with.

So, the day was finally here. The day you were dreading ever since your future brother in law proposed to your sister. Yeah I know it's rude but, it takes a lot of effort to prepare a wedding, right? Your family wasn't the ordinary. Normal families would have have the couple arrange the marriage- well this family makes the couple sit on thrones the entire time while the rest of the members arranged it. I mean- who can go against tradition?

You were the next in line, which meant you were the one to socialize with every aunt and uncle who was present- not even knowing how they were related to you. You asked your mom uncountable times that you'd help her behind the scenes, but she won. Now you have to smile and talk to everyone. You have to be in everyone's display as 'the bride's sister'. I'm telling you it's an introvert's nightmare.

Atleast you won over something- not going to a salon.

Yeah you do not like other people dress you up- and paying for it too? Who does that?

"Momm" you called her as you ran to her room. "Mom zip this for me" you asked.

She did, right after that she turned you around and started ranting about how you should put on some makeup.

"You're the bride's sister! Dress up for once y/n" she said.

"Alright alright" you groaned as you went to your sister's room to take some of hers.

You immediately took a call to your best friend- who is an expert in this stuff.

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"Awhh you look so pretty!" Wonyoung said after she instructed you on how to apply it.

You sighed.

"Oh cheer up, I bet boys would be drooling over you bestie- I promise you it'll be fun alright?" She assured you.

"Thanks bae" you said as you started doing your hair. "I'm leaving in 20 minutes so I think I'll have to hang up" you said.

"Mmkay- I love you bye!" She replied.

You took a deep breath as you got out of the car.

'This is it y/n, this is where you die' you thought to yourself. You helped your sister get off the car, then made your way to the hall. You followed your mom everywhere, pretending to be busy as you weren't ready to socialize yet. Your mom then called you to arrange a few things, and you went gladly.

"Hey y/n" she said.

"Hm?"

"Remember Sunghoon?" She asked you.

"As in.. Mrs. Park's son? The ones who's studying in China?"

"Yes. He's arrived in Korea for the holidays, I hope you can speak to him as well"

"Him?? He's way older!"

"Oh he's only two years apart, besides, you used to play with each other all the time"

"That was years ago mom- I don't even remember how he looks"

"Okay okay, now go on and talk" she pushed you into the main hall. You looked back at her, terrified. She gestured you to walk forward.

Not even 2 minutes and you found yourself in a group of three middle aged women.

"Look at you! You've become so pretty!" One of them said, holding your right arm. You smiled. Just like that you had to smile at every person who spoke to you.

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After what felt like hours, it was finally dinner time- which meant you could take a break.

You were tired. Exhausted. You went out to the garden to get some fresh air. You already fell in love with the place. It had greenery everywhere you turned, and a fountain in the middle with benches next to it. The area was lit up with dull lights- you finally felt at peace.

You sat on a bench which faced the city. Oh how you loved the sight of the city- especially at night. You removed your 3 inch heels, your feet swollen from all the walking- only to find a scratch on your right ankle.

"Ouch!" You whispered as you tried to move your foot.

"Hi there"

You flinched. You looked up to see a tall man wearing a black suit, one hand in his pocket and the other holding a glass with grape juice in it.

"H- hi" you said.

"Are you okay?" He kept his drink on the bench as he knelt down to take a look at your wound, his dyed silver hair falling perfectly on his face. He took out a tissue and folded it into four, then placed it on the wound. You furrowed your eyebrows- he chuckled at the sight. He carried your foot and put it back into the shoe.

"Here, it'll make it easier to walk" he said, placing your foot down. He got up and sat next to you.

"Thanks" you said.

He smiled at you. Gosh- why was he so good looking though?

"Uhm- well-"

"Bride's sister huh, must be tough" he said.

"How'd you know?"

"You don't remember me?" He said pretending to be hurt.

"Uhhh"

"I won't tell you"

So, you two spoke for the next 10 minutes- you didn't even know his name yet. You didn't realise how fast time was passing until you heard 'Kataware doki', your favorite piano piece, playing from the hall.

"Oh the dancing" you mumbled. "This song is so pretty, listen"

He stared at you for a moment, then got up and stood in front of you.

"May I have this dance?" He asked, bowing with his hand reaching out.

"Of course" you giggled, taking his hand.

The swelling was long forgotten once he placed his pretty hands on your waist and shoulder.

"I'm not the best at this" you said chuckling.

"You'll get the hang of it, just follow my lead" he said, raising your chin up with his left hand.

Soon, you were twirling in his hold, and you didn't want it to end. Except it did. You locked eyes with him, his hand still on your waist, and faces just inches apart. His eyes were now on your lips, you observed how his eyelashes fluttered as he looked back and forth at your eyes and lips. Your eyes couldn't keep still either, and they did the same. You two got closer by the minute, it was like you were in a daze. Your noses were brushing on each other, his lips now parted.

'Just kiss me already' you said in your mind.

The next song started playing, which made the both of you come back to your senses. You took a step behind, looking down as you played with your fingers.

"I- I need to go" you said, avoiding eye contact.

He took a step forward, taking your hands in his.

You let go, giving him a soft smile. You made your way back to the hall, where your work awaited you.

As you opened the glass doors, the sound of people's chattering instantly filled your ears. It was as though you had woken up from the most beautiful dream, and now having to face reality. You let out a deep sigh as you had to put on that fake smile again.

After half an hour of socializing, you saw your mom calling you from a distance, a familiar woman by her side.

"Y/n, remember Mrs. Park?" Your mother said, introducing you to her.

"Oh hello!" You bowed at her.

"Oh my gosh y/n! Look at you- you've grown so much! You're so pretty now!" She said, pulling you in for a hug.

"Awh Mrs. Park how've you been!" You asked her, still in her hold.

"I've been great!" She replied, parting the hug. "Have you met Sunghoon yet? I hope you still remember him" she laughed.

"Of course I do!" You told her, chuckling.

She then gestured someone behind you to come.

"Here he is!" You turned to look at him.

'What. The. Hell.'

The guy you danced with- WHAT?

Your eyes widened. You shook his hand, your mouth slightly parted out of shock.

"Remember me now?" He said, leaning in with a small smirk on his face.

End.

[shunin-gumis]

As Master Joe Wishes - Track 07

Seasonal Team Event - L4mps

Thank you Aca for handling this chapter!

Please note, there's a spoiler referencing Ryui and Toi's novels in this chapter.

Location: Manor

Toi: Have you passed the glasses around, everyone?

Location: Manor - Large Parlor

Nagi: Do I get the orange juice, or the apple juice? Or maybe I should try one of those fancy grape juices that rich people tend to have… Wait, does grape juice come in both red or white? 

Ryui: Oi, pick one already. Toi’s speaking. 

Toi: Uhm, not to be presumptuous, but I would like to take the lead for tonight’s toast.

Toi: Although it was short, these past few days spent with Master were truly special. I would like to wish her a happy life in Germany from now on. 

Everyone: Cheers!!!!!!

Daniel: Alright, let’s crack open this vintage wine.

Joe: Hold it right there, Daniel!

Joe: I would be glad if you are able to give me some upsies again. 

Daniel: Theere, Theere.

Joe: Bwahaha, I can fully see the top of everyone’s heads~

Toi: I also want some upsies.

Nagi: I too want some upsies through life.

Daniel: There’s no way I could manage that with either of you… Not to mention my poor back…

Yodaka: Now then, we can have alcohol after the mission starts. For tonight, shall we enjoy ourselves with some simple mocktails?

Ryui: Mocktails…It’s that non-alcoholic stuff, right? Lemme help.

Yodaka: Thank you. You’re considerate, just like an older brother. 

Ryui: Well…

Daniel: Aight, let’s play somethin’ I can do while laying back: the “airplane.” 

Joe: Bwahaha, this is so fun~!

Toi: That looks fun, it would be nice if both of us could do it as well. 

Netaro: I can shrink down you two into Joe-size, would you like for it to come true?

Toi: Eh, really?

Nagi: It’s better if you don’t If it’s Toi, I’m sure Ryui would carry you no matter how big or small you are. 

Yodaka: Here, this is for them, and shall we also make some for Samejima-san and the others?

Ryui: Yeah.

Ryui: Geez, it’s like they don’t have any care in the world.

Ryui: (Worst case scenario, I’m the only one who can protect Toi right now…)

Yodaka: I hope she can enjoy herself, at least for tonight….

Ryui: ?

Yodaka: From what I’ve heard, after crossing over to Germany, it seems like Joe will be put under strict management as a national treasure.

Ryui: “Management”....

Ryui: Ain’t that what the old man proposed from the start?

~~~(Flashback)

Daniel:  I have a lot I wanna say, but wouldn’t this all be solved if you just shut it in some bank’s safety box until D-day? Then you wouldn’t need us.

Joe: What on Earth are you saying! Even AI deserves basic rights~! I’ll have you know, our way of life is very similar to that of humans~!

~~~(flashback end)

Location: Manor - Large Parlor

Yodaka: I don’t know the exact details, but considering her net worth, it’s likely that she will be locked away behind a looming door. 

Ryui: Locked away…. Behind a looming door…

~~~(Flashback)

Toi: Ani-sama, help me… pleeeeeeaaase!!!!

~~~(flashback end)

Location: Manor - Large Parlor

Ryui: …..

Ryui: Isn’t there anything we can do about it?

She was all like even AI has rights or whatever. 

Yodaka: I wonder. Now that her owner has passed away and the situation with her ownership is ambiguous… They might not heed her own wishes in this case.

Ryui: ( “Ownership”... Fuck, it’s sickening how they treat things with a soul like they’re nothing.)

Yodaka: That’s why tonight might be her last chance to laugh and play around with us like this.  If we were to think like that, I can’t help but hope that nothing happens.

Ryui: You’ve…got a point.

Joe: Ryui! Where are you, Ryui~?!

Yodaka: I can handle the rest of the drinks myself, you should make your way to the lady now.

Ryui: Tch.

Joe: My servant, you’re finally here!

Ryui: Geez, no need to make my ears bleed. You wanna give me a hard time again?

Joe: Bring me to the sleeping chamber on the 2nd floor, right this instance!

Ryui: That’s all?

Joe: And don’t forget to bring me one of those candies you gathered. 

Ryui: Ah, that so? Hold on tight. 

Toi: Wah… A CG of Ani-sama carrying someone has been unlocked!  I need to see it in a first person POV next time!

Ryui: I always have time to do it for you, Toi, so just wait a bit.

Joe: Ufufu

Ryui: (Well… I guess I can let her have her way just for tonight.)

Location: Manor - Bedroom

Ryui: Here, this should be fine. Where'd you end up putting the candy?

Joe: I wonder where~ Let’s play together and find out!

Ryui: Haah? What’s up with that?

Ryui: I left Toi behind, so tell me where is it. I’ll get it for you.

Joe: …..

Joe: Hmph, fine then! Would you please open the window!

 Ryui: Huh? Geez, can’t be helped I guess. 

Joe: Right now, you must take that star and give it to me as a present!

Ryui: Huh?

Joe: You were able to remove the clouds before~!

Joe: It should be an easy victory for you to be able to grab that star~!

Ryui: Even if you tell me to get it right now, it’s impossible.

Joe: Isn’t your role as a valet to obey my every command!

Ryui: Guh

Ryui: (Just endure it, tonight’s the last day, this’ll be the end of it…)

Joe: Right now rather than the likes of Toi, it is Ryui’s duty to make me your top priority!

Ryui: “The likes of” Toi you say…?

Ryui: I decide to play-along with you, and this is what I get? 

Ryui: What? You think you own us or something?

Ryui: Just because you were owned and had no choice to do what exactly what you were told doesn’t give you the right to take out all your fucking issues on us.

Joe: …..

Ryui: …..

Ryui: (Crap, did I say too much?) 

Joe: I…

Joe: I already know that!

Ryui: …..

Joe: It’s not like I enjoyed being—

Joe: Kya!

Ryui: !?

Location: Manor - Large Parlor

Daniel: …!

Yodaka: A black-out? No, this is…

Nagi: Hm, I hear the sound of glass breaking…

Netaro: What’s going on, what’s going on?! Is this perhaps, an ambush?!

Netaro: I heard a sound from over there, onwards♪—

Toi: Please don’t leave me, Netaro-san….

Netaro: Hey Toi, I can’t move if you bind yourself to me like that.

Toi: *pants* I-I’m scared of *pants* the dark... 

Netaro: Hmm? Is this what they call hyperventilation~?

Nagi: Toi, calm down and breathe in slowly.

Toi: *panting and gasping*

Ryui: Toi, you okay?!

Toi: A-Ani-sama…

Ryui: Everything’s gonna be alright, I’m right here.

Ryui: I’ll never leave you alone in a place like that again…!

Toi: *gasping, panting* yeah…

Samejima: Is everyone all right?!

Hiramei: Is everyone here? Dontcha move! Brought in a light so I can check!

Samejima: Where’s Joe…?

Yodaka: Huh?

Samejima: Where’s Joe?!

Toi: Ani-sama…?

Ryui: Fucking hell…

Ryui: (All I could think about at the moment was Toi, I didn’t realize I left Joe behind…!)

[mscresta]

Annie and reader headcannons👀

Annie x reader // life head-cannons!

Cw: panic attacks, marriage, mention of kids, alcohol, death.

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- First Date: Annie would be very nervous to ask you out, assuming you’ve both been friends for quite a while. But when she finally gets the nerve to ask you, it’s a beach date. She would bring all types of food, including mini sandwiches, fruit, water, and wine. (She secretly pours herself grape juice instead of alcohol so she can look cool, even though she hates alcohol.) On the date, she’d probably be shy at first, but once the two of you are comfortable, she’d open up with a quiet, warm smile and maybe even share stories of her childhood by the sea. The waves crashing in the background would help her relax, and you’d see a different side of her: vulnerable but full of hope.

- asking you too be her’s: Annie, a total hopeless romantic, plans the perfect moment to ask you to be hers at your special beach spot, the place that holds so many memories for both of you. She’s been thinking about it for days, crafting a necklace with a seashell she found on one of your walks, symbolizing the connection you share with the ocean and with each other. Along with the necklace, she writes you a heartfelt note, filled with the kind of soft, sincere words that she finds hard to say aloud—words like “I’ve never felt more at peace than when I’m with you, and I hope we can be something more.” To make the moment even more special, she secretly collects a few small things she knows you love—maybe your favorite candy, a book you mentioned, or something that reminds her of you—hoping it will show you just how much she listens and cares. As she hands you the necklace, her fingers tremble with both excitement and nervousness, and with a soft, almost shy voice, she asks, “Will you be mine?” The quiet sound of the waves in the background only adds to the moment, and though Annie is nervous and unsure of how you’ll respond, her heart is full of hope as she waits for your answer, knowing this moment is one she’ll never forget.

- physical touch: I personally think Annie is a bit shy. Especially after the games with physical touches. But once she warms up too you, she clings onto you from behind when your cooking, she loves too lay her head in your lap so you will play with her hair.

- comfort: If you have a nightmare, Annie, deeply understanding the fear and anxiety that comes with them, will quietly check in with you, softly asking if you’re okay with her touching you. If you say yes, she will gently wrap her arms around you, her touch calming as she traces up and down your arms, giving you the space to collect your thoughts until you’re ready to talk about it. If you say no, she completely respects your boundaries and will comfort you without physical touch, using soothing words and guiding you through the 5 senses method, helping you focus on what you can see, hear, smell, taste, and feel to ground you back to the present. Annie is patient, empathetic, and always there for you, in whatever way you need.

- purposing: Annie would carefully pick out a ring with a crystal that perfectly matches your eyes, a subtle, beautiful detail that shows how deeply she’s thought about this moment. When the time comes, she would choose the beach—of course—your special spot, where you’ve shared so many quiet, intimate moments. Annie would want the proposal to feel personal and private, just the two of you and the sound of the waves. She’d decorate it softly with small, meaningful touches—maybe a few candles or a simple blanket, but nothing too extravagant, as the natural beauty of the beach would be all the setting you need. Nervously, but with all the love she has for you, she’d ask, “Will you marry me?” in a way that feels both shy and full of hope, knowing this moment, just like your relationship, is something only the two of you truly understand.

- marriage: Annie’s wedding would be a reflection of simplicity, intimacy, and the deep connection you share, centered around both of your favorite colors. She’d want everything to feel personal and meaningful, not extravagant, but thoughtful. The ceremony would include seats marked “Reserved for Lost Loved Ones,” a tribute to those who didn’t make it through the war or the Games, honoring their memories in a way that felt peaceful and respectful. For the flowers, Annie would choose a beautiful blend of both of your favorite blooms, perhaps something calming and natural like soft lavender mixed with gentle white roses, reflecting both your personalities. When it comes to her makeup, she wouldn’t want to go overboard—just enough to feel herself, perhaps a soft glow and natural tones. The same goes for the decor, the cake, and the music—nothing too flashy or attention-grabbing—just a quiet, intimate celebration of your love. Above all, Annie’s only wish would be to marry you in a way that felt authentic, grounded, and full of the peaceful joy of being together, nothing more, nothing less.

- kids: Before the Games, Annie always dreamed of being a mother one day, imagining a future filled with the warmth and joy of raising children. But after everything she endured in the arena, she couldn’t bear the thought of bringing a child into a world so full of violence and uncertainty, knowing there was a chance they might one day be sent to the arena themselves. The idea of motherhood felt like a distant dream, something she had to bury deep down to protect her heart. However, after the war, as she slowly begins to heal and find a sense of peace again, she starts to warm up to the idea of children. She would want to live first—truly live—before thinking about bringing new life into the world. It would take time, and it wouldn’t be an easy decision, but in the end, she would want to give a child the safe, loving home she never had, a future where they wouldn’t have to face the horrors she did. If she did become a mother, it would be with a heart full of love and care, wanting to nurture and protect them from the world she once knew.

[crownmemes]

Jeeves and Wooster Sentences, Condensed

(Sentences from Jeeves and Wooster (1990-1993). Adjust phrasing where needed)

"I was given to understand that you required a valet."

"Don't you like this suit?"

"Pardon me for asking, but are you proposing to appear in public in those garments?"

"Tell me, were you always like this, or did it come on suddenly?"

"Were you an outstandingly brilliant child?"

"I have said all I intend to say on the matter."

"Wake up! It's time you were dressed!"

"I will not do it. That's final. I simply will not do it."

"Were it not for the juice of the grape and the grain, weddings would be a thing of the past!"

"You're the most wonderful man in the whole wonderful world!"

"I must warn you that my patience is not inexhaustible."

"Stand up straight! Is that the way they teach you to stand nowadays?"

"Now, I'm not a complaining sort of chap as a rule, but I must say that in the future, you might want to be a little more careful!"

"I've not proposed yet, but I'm going to!"

"Is there any girl you haven't been engaged to?"

"Don't tell me you've broken the habit of a lifetime and actually found a job?"

"Do you realise that I don't usually get out of my pyjamas until five in the afternoon?"

"You're pretty cute, you know that?"

"With respect, I am capable of retaining more than one thought in my mind at the same time."

"Now, about this moustache - you don't like it, do you?"

"I shall ignore that cheap jibe!"

"Do be quiet for a minute and listen!"

"Where on earth did you go to school?"

"Kindly do not interrupt me."

"We're not going to have a difference of opinion about my hat, are we?"

"Let's not start this tedious argument again."

"I didn't know you were musical!"

"What is wrong with men today?"

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Heya, Rollo-san! Happy birthday! Since you like grapes so much, I've got you the freshest grape juice I could find! I propose a toast to our friendship and your good health, my friend! Cheers!

I know the ask says grape juice but I went with fresh grapes for the image since that’s more visually interesting 🍇

Clink.

Rollo reluctantly tapped his glass against yours. The grape juice in each cup glistened, its bright aroma livening up the room.

You knocked your glass back, enthusiastically chugging the wine-colored liquid. It almost bubbled as it went down, dancing and effervescent even without carbonation.

Rollo was more cautious with his consumption, taking a sniff before coolly sipping at his share. He savored the flavor, the smell. In spite of himself, he breathed out a sigh of satisfaction.

Reinvigorated.

“Whoo!! That’s some good stuff. No wonder why you like it so much,” you squealed with glee.

“… Are you drunk off of a non-alcoholic beverage?” Rollo asked suspiciously.

“No way, I’m just so glad I could be here to celebrate with ya!” you cried, throwing an arm around the birthday boy. Rollo shivered at the touch. “We’re such good pals, you and me!”

“Speak for yourself,” he grumbled.

You laughed out loud, waving your emptied glass around. “Let’s have another drink on me!! There’s plenty of it to go around.”

Rollo groaned. He’d need something far stronger than grape juice to make it through the rest of his birthday celebration.

So much for wishing for his good health.

[37q]

that carly rae jepsen quote about drinking a glass of grape juice with her mom analyzing music like "i think there was an affair" or whatever but going home after a movie with my family brewing a cup of decaf and analyzing the historical moment that the film was produced in and its social implications as well as directorial impact on narrative choices and cinematography. "i think theyre proposing innate racial differences"

[mychemicalroadworkahead]

I’m sure by now most people have seen those LGBT sandwiches places sell in June, but allow me to propose some alternative foods for pride

LGBTQ bowl: Lettuce, guacamole, broccoli/bell pepper, tuna/tofu/turkey, quinoa

LGBTQ fruit salad: Lychee/lemon, guava/grape/grapefruit, berries/banana, tangerine, quince

LGBTQ(IA) drink: Lime juice, grapefruit juice and/or grenadine, berry for garnish, tonic water, Q brand mixer (genuinely can’t think of anything lol), ice, alcohol