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nipuni · 7 months ago

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Hello time to yap about life and media again! 🥰

It's been a month and a half since we fully moved into this new old house and it's been a steep learning curve!! so far we had to learn how to care for a garden and grow fruit, how to deal with extremely humid weather, the mold!! also learning about various repairs, electricity and plumbing, we had a leak that turned one lamp into a waterfall, the rcd keeps tripping every time it rains, had to fix a door in the dark after Nicolas got himself trapped in a room when the handle broke during a power outage, the heating system is an air to water heat pump and it took us ages to figure out how to set it up correctly so we spent weeks wearing 3 layers inside the house, I even fell down the stairs!! I'm not used to having stairs inside the house lmao It's a big adjustment when you've always lived in small apartments in big cities all your adult life, but to be honest we love it!! everything feels like a new quest for us to tackle and it is so much fun figuring it all out as we go, reading technical manuals by candle light, the teamwork of installing and assembling furniture and networks, pruning the trees, celebrating every small mundane accomplishment and new skill learned every night over dinner, I may be corny as hell but it all feels like a privilege and an adventure 😭

Media wise we watched the second season of Arcane! This series never fails to make me fall in love with art again, not that I've ever fallen out but I can't say that the whole AI debacle hasn't been ass for the morale. Aesthetically it is a masterpiece. The character design, the cinematography, the mixed media montages aaaa Seeing the work, the skill and care that was put into every frame reminded me of how important and human the storytelling aspect of art really is. I wonder if we will see a shift to the more story driven or conceptual arts when we look back on this period, but I ramble, back to Arcane. I have mostly praise for it, wonderful characters and very touching relationships. I think our only issues were with the pacing being too slow at the start, every character climbing out of a very low point, and then too fast which made the second half feel a bit rushed. This season also felt a bit more tropey than the first one but still really solid. It remains one of the best animated series ever made and I am so happy to see it succeed in this current environment 😭 It feels like teenagehood condensed into a show, we really enjoyed it. I hope we get a season 3!!

Also there was an update in our David Tennant filmography quest! we watched The Politician's Husband and unsurprisingly we loved it!! It was gripping and the acting was brilliant. It is actually what I was expecting Rivals to be like, I realize 🤔 I think it could have used a 4th episode, felt like it ended too quickly and there was room for more, as if they ran out of time to tie things up so they picked the quickest route. But it was really good!! These miniseries are always so engaging and so short, I need mooreee.

We missed our DT nights!! Nicolas spent the last week hunting for more of David's work for us to watch. We've been hosting family for a few days again last week and on top of work and everything else we had to pause them for a bit. But now we are back to our nightly routine and he's over the moon!! Instant mood boost it's embarrassing lmao both of us falling this hard for this guy is too enabling, he even made his name our guest wifi password, we are besotted 😂

Oh! I also I saw a Veilguard Q&A was happening and read a few replies I saw posted here, and it proved to be a huge mistake! It was a disappointing and truly infuriating read. What even happened during the production of this game lmao How come the average fan seems to have a much better grasp on the lore, characters and plot than the people who made it 😭 There is this gaping disconnect between intent and execution. The way that fans are trying to make sense and give meaning to the complete mess that is the writing in an attempt to salvage and preserve the aspects they loved about it is saddening. I am mentally throwing tomatoes at John Epler as we speak. His answers felt so unserious and baffling at best and offensive and petty at worst. It's been eye opening, I could go on a two hour rant but the more I learn and dwell on it the more bitter I become about it all and I'm already seeing ten year old discourse resurface and people getting weird about it so I'll just ..🚶‍♀️ In my eyes this world and it's characters now belong only to those who love it and lives in my memory 🫡

Anyway, this ended up being at least twice as long as I was planning to make it again 😭 and I still have to catch up with asks aaaa it's been a busy month sorry I'll get to them soon!! Thank you for reading and for the support and for just being here!! I hope you all have a great week 🥺❤️

#personal #that being said! it's just a game lmao please hold on to perspective #nipuni blogs

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rainylana · 1 year ago

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“I’m not always bad.”

Eddie Munson x female reader

summary: eddie finds you crying. why does he care?

warnings: bully eddie, bad boy, awkward and meanie eddie, language, crying, upset reader, talk of cancer, readers dad has cancer. a potential series if you want it, let me know!

gif is not mine!

update! part two has been posted and is located on my masterlist!

He supposed maybe over time it wouldn’t be absolutely crazy to have some sort of care for you, after all, he had known you since the both of you were in diapers in preschool together, and ever since, he’d treated you like dirt beneath his leather boots.

He was an absolute prick to you, and you couldn’t remember one memory of him being nice to you. Maybe it was because you came from a ‘white picket fence’ home, had good grades, an honor student, actually. Maybe it was because you were pretty? Maybe he liked you? No. You had long since disregarded that idea many years ago. He wouldn’t be this mean.

You walked as quickly as you could to the gymnasium, pink heels clicking with every step and turn. Your eyes blurred with tears and you hiccuped a breath. You pushed open the door, relieved no one was in there, at least, not to your knowledge, and plopped down on the closet set of bleachers to your right. You put your head in your hands and cried like a baby pathetically.

Eddie was closing up a deal when you’d come busting in dramatically. He quickly hid his stash, thinking it was a teacher as his customer quickly left the scene, muttering a thank you as he did so. When he say it was you, he cursed under his breath and put away his things.

He adjusted his jacket, putting away his weed and wallet as he watched you. He squinted his eyes. Were you crying? He’d seen you cry before, that wasn’t anything new, but you looked upset. He walked across the gym floor, adjusting his junk like a typical male specimen.

“Why the long face, L/n?” His demeaning voice boomed and echoed.

You jumped, revealing your tear stricken face. You groaned. “Fuck! I- I didn’t know anyone was in here. Sorry.” You went up to leave.

“Woah, woah,” He held up his hands. “You’re on my turf, L/n. Crying and trespassing on my property are not to go unpunished.” He tried to ignore the fact you were visibly upset, thinking maybe you got a bad grade or tripped over your own feet and embarrassed yourself. That’s usually what it was, anyways.

Today, however, you couldn’t deal with his dramatics. Your face crumbled into tears and you sobbed, slowly sinking back down to your seat and hunched back over. Eddie, despite his antics, couldn’t help but furrow his brow. He watched you for a moment, looking to see if anyone else was around he could pass you off to. He looked back at you, and when you pushed out a particular harsh sob, he knew that this time was different. Something was wrong.

Unbeknownst to him, he frowned, pursing his lips and climbed up to bleachers to sit beside you. He looked at you like you were from another planet, eyes wide and alert like you were playing a joke on him. He didn’t like this said joke.

“Hey, uh,” He cleared his throat, looking for the quickest way out. “Stop crying.” Way to cheer her up, buddy.

“I can’t.” You sobbed into your hands. “My life’s falling apart!”

That broke him out of his shocked state and he rolled his eyes at your dramatics, leaning back into his seat. “What happened now?”

“Just leave me alone, Eddie!” You snapped angrily, jerking your head toward him so hard he thought it was fly clean off and roll onto the floor with the rest of the disregarded basketballs. “Do you have to be such a jerk everyday of my life? Can’t you let me cry in peace just for once?” You stared at Eddie, who was startled and wide eyed, looking at you like you’d gone made.

He sighed heavily, a mask of irritation and annoyance falling over his hooded eyes. “Fine.”

He got up to leave, obeying your wish for once. You watched him get up and leave, and for some odd reason, your heart seemed to sink even further. Once again, you sank back into yourself, listening as his footsteps got further and further away.

He cursed when he got to the gymnasium door, turning back to look at your weeping figure. “Fuck.” He clenched his fist and brought it up to his teeth angrily. Why? Why did he suddenly seem to care about your distress?

He was back beside you, sighing loudly like he didn’t care. “Alright, L/n, what’s going on?”

You gave him a sharp glare, shooting him daggers. “Why do you care?”

“I don’t.” He fired back. “But I don’t need you busting in during my deals, so you might as well get whatever it is off your chest and wipe your damn tears.” He lifted himself off the seat briefly, reaching back and grabbing his black bandana and handing it to you. You didn’t grab it, so he placed it on your lap with a huff.

It was your turn to look him strangely, like he was from another planet, a strange land you’d yet to be aware of. “You’re being weird.”

“Shut up.” He retorted. “You’ve got snot all over your face.”

You purposely rubbed your nose with his bandana, making sure to clean your face of mucus and tears. He recoiled, grossed out at the action. “Yeah, you can keep that.” He said.

He gave you a minute. Nobody said anything as you calmed down, sniffling to yourself here and there. His concern grew when he noticed the shaking of your hands. “Hey,” He said, voice deep and gruff. “What’s the matter with you?”

You looked at him sadly, shaking your head. “My dad has cancer.”

He couldn’t help it then. His whole face dropped. His jaw fell slack and his eyes widened.

“I just found out yesterday.” Your voice was full and thick with tears. “I was in math class and just had to get out before I had a public fucking breaking down like I’m doing now!” You said, angry with yourself.

“It doesn’t even make sense!” You continued. “My dad is a good man! He’s done nothing to deserve this! I don’t understand!” You cried, rambling to him at this point. He didn’t mind, he didn’t know what to say anyways.

“My whole family is just…numb. Dad’s pretending he’s not bothered by it. He’s doing everything he normally does. Mowing the grass, helping mom with the flower bed.”

You kept talking and Eddie listened, and in that moment, he felt pure sorrow and remorse, compassion and empathy for you. He listened to your words and felt his stomach sink. And you were beautiful, a random thought jostled in the middle somewhere between sorrow and empathy.

You cried to him for almost an hour. You talked about your family falling apart, but continuing on despite the downfall. The number of months the doctors had given your father to live. You talked about not being walked by him down the aisle, him not seeing his grandchildren. It was all here and there, but Eddie listened and said nothing, and after awhile, you forgot he was there and that it was Eddie.

When two o’clock rolled around, you breathed heavily and looked at your watch, then him. “You didn’t need to stay.” You were completely exhausted, mentally and physically.

“It’s alright.” It was the first thing he’d said in an entire hour. “You needed someone to talk to. I’m just being a good samaritan.”

“Still,” Your eyes were red and raw. “Why?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “I’m not always bad.”

You managed to smile. He didn’t.

“Well, thanks.” You said softly. “My friends don’t know yet. Nobody does. Please don’t tell?” You looked at him with round eyes that were always so full of innocence.

“I won’t say anything.” He shook his head.

You sniffled once more and nodding, standing up and fixing your white skirt. “Well, I better get back to class. Thanks for listening.”

He let you walk all the way across the room and to the door before he spoke. “I’m sorry.”

You didn’t look at him and he didn’t look at you, but both of your hearts seemed to lighten. The door clicked open loudly and shut, leaving him to himself.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #bully eddie #stranger things #stranger things season four #joseph quinn #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x female character

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random-posts680 · 1 year ago

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“•Don’t come looking for me •” part 1

Part two: https://www.tumblr.com/random-posts680/750380195361538048/i-knew-youd-be-backpart-2

Feyd-Rautha x reader

A/n: this is a Drabble I’ve been working on for the past week and I will most likely make a part two!!

Synopsis: You use your job to hide on different planets from a family feud. While living on Giedi prime you catch the attention of the Na-Barron himself and create very close ties with him. The time you have on the planet though is unfortunately short lived, you flee, leaving behind the man you’d, unknowingly made fall in love with you, Feyd-rautha

Other mentions: soft!Feyd, Feyd is obsessed with reader, reader is oblivious, this turned out a bit angsty but part two will tie it up.

Warning: mentions of blood, mentions of death, blade to readers throat, blade mentioned, Feyd is a whole warning in himself.

Everyone knew how cruel and sadistic the Baron harkonnens nephew was.

Everyone knew just what he was capable of.

Anyone who’d ever talked to him without being murdered by his own hands would tell you he was truly terrifying and psychotic, a being who is completely incapable of any feelings such as love, vulnerability, gentleness….

Everyone knew that.

Everyone, but you.

You and feyd-Ruathas entire friendship was rooted from a mishap. You were someone from a far away planet who had come to study the ways of the harkonnens on Giedi Prime, at least that’s the job profile you displayed to them.

The day you arrived there, not a single harkonnen payed you much attention and you weren’t bothered by that, going about your business daily, studying the planet, and occasionally watching the brutal battles in the arena.

Not a soul on Giedi Prime had any idea who you were and what your actual reason was for exploring their planet, and you intended to keep it that way. Keeping your existence to a low and never acting out. Your appearance alone already stood out enough among the harkonnens. The last thing you needed was word getting out of your inhabitants on Giedi prime.

Life on the black and white planet wasn’t as bad as many people picked it out to be. You stuck to your “job” and lived peacefully in your guest coordinates. You ate well, slept well, and trained just fine on your own. Until the day your tranquility was disturbed.

That day you and him crossed paths was by far the most chaotic day you’d had on the planet. You had your things huddled in your arms, your com was ringing with a call from your research centre, your mind was thinking of the quickest way back to the guest chambers, yet your feet were taking you elsewhere.

After realizing you were completely lost, you took a bit to calm down and found the nearest bench along the walls of the stronghold and answered the com to update your work place of your progress on Giedi Prime.

Once the call was over, you grabbed your things, and once again realized you had no idea where the hell you were. You let out a sigh as you turned on your heels only to be met with a blade thrust up against your jugular.

Your feet instantly halted.

“Where are you wondering to?” The person holding the blade rasped out. ‘Shit’ Despite your initial panic, you just simply wanted to get back to your guest room, the day had already been stressful enough and you weren’t the type to be afraid of some sick harkonnen who wanted a rise out of a foreigner. ‘First few weeks on this damn planet and I’m about to get slaughtered for walking in the wrong area.’

You knew the harokenns were a driven race but this was just pretentious.

“I’m trying to find the guest chambers, this place is like a maze, I got lost along the way.” You drawled out, keeping the annoyed tone down a notch, doing your best to not anger the male with the blade.

Seconds went by before he withdrew the knife. As soon as he did you whipped around to face the offender and your heart hammered when you came face to face with the Na-Baron himself.

What you didn’t know is that when your eyes met, Feyd-rauthas heart started to hammer too.

The harkonnen paced around you a few times looking you up and down as you stood still, a skeptical look displayed on your face, yet an intrigued expression on his. ‘What the hell is he doing?’ Your train of thought was stopped when he came closer to you, his face neared yours, his breath tickled your nose and his lips twitched ever so slightly when he was just inches away.

Moments passed but with each one you felt your facade slipping away. You nervously drew your lips into a line as he made eye contact with you once again. His deep blue eyes held something that you couldn’t read. Your act was about to crumble before him.

A few more seconds passed and it was as if your unspoken prayers had been answered when he backed up and simply walked the other way down the hall. You watched with a perplexed look during his exit.

Once he was out of your line of sight you blinked away the look and shook off the interaction. ‘What the actual fuck just happened’ you were completely baffled. He just let you go, no further questions, didn’t give you any directions, and he had gotten so close?!?

You stood for a bit, conflicted. As for the Harkonnen himself, he was feeling waves of ambivalence.

He didn’t know if it was the beauty you possessed or the way your eyes seemed to sparkle with curiosity once you realized who he was, but from that moment on Feyd-Ruatha was infatuated with you.

The very next day he had come to find you. He’d looked into your cause and he was determined to be the one to show you the culture of the harkonnens.

At first, you weren’t amused with his persistence and it was a wonder to many how he didn’t just force you into letting him be around you. He was always finding ways to bother you after his duties and training. Being with you exhilarated him, the surge of emotions added a new type of pleasure to his days. He wasn’t going to give up an opportunity like this. And he definitely wasn’t going to let any other harkonnen be the one in his future spot next to you.

When you finally realized you weren’t getting rid of him you decided to accept it. You let him tag along on your explorations, let him teach you things about the planet, even going as far as him introducing you to his uncle and brother. (Which ended in Chaos and you two swore never again). Feyd had started to grow on you and you got used to his presence, you even started to enjoy it. It was nice having a friend on the planet, even one who was a blood thirsty murderer, but nonetheless, Feyd was never anything other than respectful and his interesting version of kind to you.

Each day was something new with you, while he was teaching you, you were also teaching him. You and him trained together, ate togther, and talked about almost anything and everything. The topics went from simple things to things that were more intimate and personal. You considered telling him the true reasons why you sprung from planet to planet “exploring,” but you decided it wasn’t wise considering that he may not understand or even believe you. Now, while you recall these memories you regret never telling him that you were in fact running from something.

Surprisingly, Feyd had actually opened up a few times and shared some of his twisted beliefs with you. Even if they were insane you did your best to understand him and point him in directions that would cause a lot less blood shed. To your surprise, he took some of your advice.

He hated how weak you could make him but at the same time he couldn’t get enough of you. He craved you deeply. Everyday he spent with you only made his need for you stronger. The smiles you’d give him, the gentleness of your hands when you would dress his wounds after an arena fight (If he ever had any injuries from the arena that is), the softness of your voice when you would teach him things from your home planet.

It was truly intoxicating to him.

Feyd was incredibly protective of you too. Not letting many get too close to you and always making sure you were unharmed by other harkonenns. Feyd himself had no desire to ever hurt you either, he actually despised the thought of hurting you altogether. It was one of the reasons he didn’t want to force your hand, no matter how badly he wanted his fantasies of you to come true, he knew he wouldn’t take joy in forcing them upon you.

It was safe to say you had worked miracles on him. You were the only being in the entire universe who could bring this side out of him.

Feyd-rautha loved you.

So the day you just disappeared out of no where was a day nobody enjoyed. When he’d realized your absence and was informed that no harkonnen on the face of Giedie prime had any idea where you had gone, he completely lost it. He killed everyone in the room with him in that moment.

He dropped as many bodies as he possibly could that day. Acting as though they were to blame for you disappearance.

He tried to track you, find a trail of where you may have gone, anything to bring you back to him. He looked for hours, not wanting to believe that the trail to your current location was completely cold. It was as if you’d vanished into thin air.

All of your belongings were left in your guest room. Nothing of yours was missing. The only thing that had gone missing the same day you did was…his blade.

The harkonnen thought the worst when he uncovered this detail. He thought of you fighting against some kind of enemy with his blade in hand, defending yourself all alone, while he had no way of protecting you. Feyd had never felt heartache but when he thought of you alone and scared, fighting for your life, it surged through his chest and even put warm, piercing lumps in his throat at times.

There was only one other piece of evidence, but it proved you were alive. A week after finding that his blade was missing he went to your room to search it once again. This time he found a note taped in one of your analysis journals. ‘I’m sorry, don’t come looking for me’ it’s writing was rushed and sloppy.

The harkonnen stared at it before the weight of the situation settled onto him. You had left, you had run away from him. But this also meant you were alive.

Feyds murderous tendencies only grew from then on. He killed for no reason now. Slaughtering anyone if they did something out of his comfort. His anger being taken out on servants, and the drugged slaves in the arena.

Feyd seemed to hate everything other than killing. But the one thing that drove him mad was the fact he couldn’t bring himself to hate you.

Each night he’d have dreams of you. Dreams of your hair flowing in the geidi prime wind. Your smile glowing as he shows you yet another trick of his. Your soft voice pulling him into a deep sleep. At the end of the day, this was the closest he could be to you. Sleep was his escape and Feyd-ruatha was desperate. He wasn’t ashamed to be lulled to sleep by the thought of you every night. His finger tips wrapping around the sheets when his dreams consisted of times with you.

Feyd and you and never been closer than mere friends but you also had no idea that you were everything to him.

Now, as you float through space months after you had made your escape, you replay those memories in your head. And you make a promise to yourself. You won’t get close with anybody again until you are done running.

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A/n: Guys part two is coming

,I promise, I know this is ended sadly 😭

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perfectlyoongi · 9 months ago

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OLDER-BROTHER!YOONGI who has been tying your shoelaces since you were little. Yoongi still had that image in his mind of you crying in the rain because you tripped over your shoes and got all wet. since that day, Yoongi has always made a point of tying your shoes before leaving the house. and now, even though you were adults with separate lives, Yoongi couldn’t control his habit whenever you slept at each other’s houses. “wait, you still need to tie the laces. you can fall, you know that. nevermind, i don’t mind bending down. it’s not like this is my first time.”

OLDER-BROTHER!YOONGI who still intimidates any suitor of yours. when you were just 5 years old, Yoongi remembered how that boy who bothered you so much started running away when he saw Yoongi picking you up from school. since then, Yoongi has made it his personal mission to fend off any and all suitors you might have. he was your older brother. somehow, he always looked out for you. and Yoongi guaranteed that he would continue to take care of you, no matter how old you were, no matter how many suitors you had. if they really wanted you, they could put up with an intimidating Yoongi for a few minutes. “oh? are you really sure you want to bring your new friend to lunch? well, if it’s just a friend, i’m okay with it. but if it’s something else…”

OLDER-BROTHER!YOONGI who still cooks lunch for you whenever you need. if you asked Yoongi, he would say he only learned how to cook so he could make your favorite dishes. during school, Yoongi always woke up early to cook for you, making a point of giving you something tasty and attractive — it was already his habit. so when you spent the night at his house or when you couldn’t waste time making lunch, Yoongi would show up at your work or doorstep with a small lunch box filled with your favorite lunch. after so many years, he still knew you. “your message was full of typos. i knew right away that you were late, that’s why i cooked this to you. it’s your favorite, i hope you like it. oh, and i also brought you a piece of fruit. enjoy, minion.”

OLDER-BROTHER!YOONGI who picks you up from work or school when it’s raining. every month, Yoongi had your schedule updated and posted on the wall of his studio, and when you were still busy and the rain became more and more intense, Yoongi would put everything on hold to pick you up. whether you worked next to him or studied on the other end of town, Yoongi always found the quickest route to you, to make sure you didn’t get caught in the rain or risk getting sick. “remind me how many umbrellas i’ve given you, and how many you’ve used. just to refresh my memory. it’s just that it’s becoming really old that i have to come and get you every time it rains.”

OLDER-BROTHER!YOONGI who offers you something whenever he is with you. Yoongi was never good with words. and Yoongi was shy in his actions. but what Yoongi always did to show you that he liked you was something as simple as giving you a gift. a new book, your favorite ice cream, even a four-leaf clover he saw on the way home — no matter what. ever since you were little, Yoongi got used to giving you little souvenirs to calm your heart and this act seemed to never die, no matter how much time passed. he just wanted you to know how much he truly loved you. “there’s an origami stall back there. a lady is teaching children how to make various animals and her husband was selling some and i thought you would like this crane.”

OLDER-BROTHER!YOONGI who is always willing to give you advice, or receive it. it was three in the morning and you had come home after a date and didn’t know if they were right for you? Yoongi was already accepting your call without realizing it. you just received two equally good job offers and don’t know which one to choose? Yoongi was already ready with a list of pros and cons. was Yoongi unsure of his new project? you were already inside his studio listening to his music. Yoongi didn’t know if he could hold on a little longer? you were already by his side reassuring him that he was loved. you or him, it didn’t matter. both of you gave and received in that mutual relationship of complicity. only Yoongi knew what was best for you. only you knew what was best for Yoongi. and that was enough. “i’m going for an interview now but as soon as i leave i’ll call you. it’s not supposed to take long, so you can think about what you really want to say and i’ll help you later. if you want, i can even write the message for you. i have to go. don’t make any stupid decisions before i get back!”

OLDER-BROTHER!YOONGI who looks at you with eyes full of pride just because you are you. watching you from afar only squeezed Yoongi’s heart. yesterday you were still a small child and today you were already signing the contract for your first job. time flew between your childhood and your adulthood, and all this time, Yoongi was watching you. you were such a pure, innocent child and managed to transform into this responsible, mature adult — only Yoongi knew how many heartaches it took to make you so grown up. “it seems like yesterday that i gave you a piggyback because you had hurt your knee on the slide. and now i’m inside your first apartment that you bought with your first job. you’re growing up too fast and i don’t like it. stop. stop right now.”

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qwardivior · 1 year ago

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DEMON BUSTERS!—MIST HASHIRA

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Sorry for the long wait, but here’s the next installment of the Demon Busters saga! This one is about our favorite Mist Hashira, Muichirou! For anyone who is new here or hasn’t seen the first part, in this modern kny au people have been dying to demon attacks at alarming rates and the Demon Busters (the updated and rebranded Demon Slayer Corps) need a way to get people to call them. In short, they run ad campaigns. Several characters will be getting these ad campaigns. The previous one was Tanjirou and this next one is Muichirou!

You can find the first Demon Busters AU post here! Now onto this one!

—Lore dump Incoming!!—

In this au, Muichirou and Yuichirou’s parents are victims of a demon attack, leaving the twins alone to fend for themselves. Somehow, they make do alone. But they aren’t completely alone, since Amane Ubayashiki comes around from time to time to see how they’re doing. Muichirou is comforted by her presence, but Yuichirou is just confused on how she got their address. Everytime she comes over, she tried to get them under the care of the Demon Busters. Muichirou thinks this is a great idea, since they’d be able to prevent others from losing their parents just like they did. But to Yuichirou, they seem like sketchy criminals. No matter how much he tried to convince him, Yuichirou’s stance wouldn’t budge. It was too dangerous, he’d say, and Muichirou was too weak to do anything so he’d just go out there to die anyway. The Mu in Muichirou meant that he was nothing after all. This disagreement caused a lot of tension between them, and as a result they drifted apart. Their days were filled with tense quiet, until one summer night. On that summer night they were attacked by a demon. The demon cut Yuichirous arm off as he tried to protect Muichirou. Naturally, Muichirou had to do something about this. So with whatever weapons he could find he was(somehow) able to fend off the demon. But the truth is he really doesn’t remember how. He honestly doesn’t remember much of what transpired during that night. He just barely remembers being carried off by Amane and the sound of sirens and red and blue lights. When he woke up he was at the Demon Busters HQ where he was being taken care of. From then on he swore he would train to get stronger, so that’s what he did. But there was still a large gap in his memory.

Muichirou is an interesting case as far as this au goes. He became a hashira in 2 months, the quickest anyone has become one. He’s a full time slayer, but he doesn’t drop out of school. He balances schoolwork, and Demon Busting, not very well since he’s constantly absent, but he does it. Like in canon, he adopts Yuichirou’s personality until he realizes himself, but his progress is accelerated when the flame hashira Rengoku introduces him to his little brother Senjuro. Him and Senjuro are the same age, and Mui needed someone that he could relate to and connect with. They go to the same school and though Senjuro has issues of his own (more on that in a later installment) they somehow connect with each other. Muichirou’s memory is horrible as he has trouble remembering general information about anything really, including himself. However hanging with Senjuro has allowed bits and pieces of his memory to come back, but not nearly enough for progress. It isn’t until Mui meets Tanjirou for the first time (slightly earlier in this au) that everything he supposed he knew about himself gets turned on its head. Muichirou also makes friends with Genya who is the major reason why he hasn’t dropped out of school yet to focus on demon slaying. Genya thinks an education is important, but compared to slaying demons he obviously has different priorities.

Muichirou thinks he’s completely alone and doesn’t have a family anymore, but as time goes on that doesn’t seem to be the case. He finds out about an “investigative force” that’s interested in the Demon Busters (the usual, their inner workings, how they run, etc), but more specifically in him. This is problematic for multiple reasons with the biggest one being that they’re just civilians. And if they’re Demon chasing trying to catch a Buster, a Hashira no less, then they could be in serious danger. But the names of one of these “investigators” sounds extremely familiar. Rumor has it they have the same last name, maybe even look alike. Initially this coincidence seemed unlikely, but the more he finds out about them, the more their reasons for tailing him become clearer, and it’s almost like he can just picture one of the investigators…he seems to remember them…and their name is at the tip of his tongue…

Oh and did I mention that Muichirou has a warrant out for his arrest?

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Thanks for sitting through this second lore dump! I know this is long, but I really enjoy sharing the lore with you guys! And thank you so, so much on the support on the first Demon Busters post!! I did not expect you guys to like this au as much as I do!! A quick reminder for this au, even though the backstory seems heavy in this one, this is a mostly lighthearted au that doesn’t take itself seriously, so neither should you! This is all fun and games as we try to ignore the sadness and depression that is canon! Feel free to add to the lore with me! My ask box is open, so if you guys have good ideas or questions share them with me! Thanks again for your support and I’ll see you guys in the next one!!!

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wooahaes · 1 month ago

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happy little accidents

pairing: non-idol!seungmin x gn!reader, ft. felix (helping seungmin) and wonwoo (reader's friend)

genre: fluff. established relationship.

warnings: food mentions (seungmin is cooking dinner). slight cake mishap.

word count: 1.5k~

daisy's notes: i like to think seungmin would be a sweetheart in his own silly way :)

“Okay… So what you’re going to want to do next is add that garlic into the plan and then get started on chopping the rest of your ingredients…”

Felix spoke in a slow and calm tone, Seungmin’s phone turned up as loud as he could get it. Cooking wasn’t one of his strongest suits sometimes, and cooking a recipe he’d never actually tried to make on his own before was… a bit daunting. How did you always make this look so easy? How the hell did you not give up halfway and decide to make ramen instead? Seungmin would marvel at you properly later, but for now he needed to finish dinner for the two of you. The bakery had been busy when he stopped by after his trip to the grocery store, and you’d be home in an hour from hanging out with your friends for a while. The last he heard, one of them had dragged you into the mall to look at a bookstore… partially because Seungmin asked for an additional distraction to ensure he’d be done by the time you were home.

No matter. Wonwoo was a nice dude. Seungmin liked how he was like an older brother to you, and apparently Wonwoo liked the playful, witty way that Seungmin could tease you sometimes. Therefore, Wonwoo had been the first of your friends for him to ask to maybe help him out if he asked. He’d make it up to him later.

“Seungmin?” Felix called out. “Still with me?”

“Mmhm. I’m working on it.” He sighed. “Why is cooking so much work?”

“I told you I’d come help…” Seungmin could practically hear the smile on Felix’s face, only partially teasing. “I know you want this to be special, but you’re cutting it close.”

He knew he was. And he knew you would understand: you didn’t take things like him getting a late start to heart. Stores were busy, life got in the way, accidents happened. All the little things you said to him casually, although he’d never fully figured out if they were more because it comforted you to hear it out loud or if you thought he needed the reminder sometime. Either way, it endeared him to you even further.

“I can handle it,” Seungmin said after a moment. “But… Thank you, Felix.” It softened the blow a little bit. Felix could handle plenty, sure, but Seungmin knew that it was easy for anyone to take something to heart that wasn’t intended to be anything more than a casual comment. And with Felix helping him… The last thing he really wanted was for him to come away thinking that he wasn’t grateful for this. He’d sent the recipe to him and asked for the quickest way to prepare it without cutting too many corners, and Felix had apparently gone so far as to ask Minho for his thoughts as well before he called him.

It was sweet, actually. He knew his friends liked you… but it was always nice to be reminded that they supported this relationship. His phone buzzed against the counter, and Seungmin continued to work. You’d been texting him pictures and updates all day, little things that you saw that reminded you of him… including one dog at the park, although you promised you’d limit the dog pictures today (not that you had to: that was another little thing that endeared Seungmin to you). Felix continued to give him directions, occasionally being pulled over via the video call that Seungmin left staring at the ceiling to make sure that he was doing things right. If it weren’t your birthday, he honestly wouldn’t care so much. But it was for you. That meant it had to be perfect. You deserved the world, even if Seungmin rarely said those exact words to you: his love was found in silly quips and little things that made you laugh, and in a quiet “I love you” spoken after your laughter had quelled. Not in the sappy poetry that Hyunjin probably liked.

Seungmin had moved a pot onto the stove, water being left to boil as he dropped veggies into the pan to begin cooking. He had to make the sauce, boil the pasta, and then plate it all once you were on your way…

The door opened. He heard the telltale chime of you coming home, and immediately his heart dropped into his stomach. When the hell did you say you were coming home?

“I’m hooooome!” You called out with a warm giggle, the door shutting behind you. “Something smells great!”

Felix was completely still and silent on his end of the call. Seungmin called back, “I thought you’d be out longer,” hoping it sounded as casual as it could.

“Wonwoo tried to convince me to go to the pet shop we’d passed earlier, but honestly? I was getting tired.” You rounded the corner, stopping to see Seungmin cooking. “Want some help?”

“I’ve got it,” he said. “You should rest.”

With a soft hum, you made your way over to where he’d left the cake on the counter. “I will in a second. Is this from that place near my work…?”

He only let out a grunt of affirmation, eyes focused on the pan in front of him. “You said you liked their cakes.”

“Can I peek?”

Well, the surprise was technically already gone… “It’s your favorite.”

You let out a happy hum in response, and he could hear the sound of you opening the cardboard box. And then silence. And then… “Seungmin? Who is Ji-woo?”

… Ji-woo? He turned away, making his way over to look inside the box. Sure enough, the cake in there had been addressed to a Ji-woo, who was being congratulated on their own birthday. Seungmin stared at the box. When the…? How did he…? He looked at you after a moment. “... I don’t know.”

In the background, Felix was already snickering. You looked back at his phone, and then reached for your own. “I’ll call. I think they’re open a little longer. They must have given you the wrong cake.”

It had been pretty busy when he was there… But the embarrassment burned, his face bright red as he closed the box. You’d already made your way out of the kitchen and to the bedroom, phone in hand as someone picked up on the other end. He made his way back to the stove, staring into the pot of boiling water. How did he get the wrong cake? He racked his brain for a moment. Why didn’t he check?! His name was on the box, so he just assumed that…

“You okay?” Felix chuckled from the other end. “Hey. I’m sure it’s fine. If it’s not something they’ll like, just tag me in and I’ll whip something up. I’ll even get Minho to come help.”

“I’m going to die of embarrassment.”

“You’ll be fine,” another warm chuckle. “Hey. All you’ve got to do is keep an eye on the veggies, make the sauce like the recipe tells you, and boil the pasta. You’ve got this. Tell them I said happy birthday, alright?”

He just gave a thumbs-up in view of the camera, Felix disconnecting the call a few seconds later. Okay. He could salvage this. He’d find out what kind of cake it was once he could take his attention away from dinner for a few minutes, and then go from there. Maybe he could joke that he was planning on changing your full name sometime, just to try and play it off a little bit better.

After a few minutes, you returned, now changed into something cozier for lounging around in. “So there’s another Kim Seungmin who had an order today… and he has our cake.” You leaned against the counter. “Unfortunately, they managed to get him on another line and they went ahead and cut into it since Ji-woo’s impatient and also can’t read her own name just yet. He said it’d be a funny story for when she was older, though.” You crossed your arms, smiling. “The good news is that the only thing different is the icing colors. It’s a pretty popular cake.”

“So we don’t have to change your name,” he said with a hum, hoping that he seemed as cool as he hoped he did. “That’s good.”

It made you snort a little. “Not today, at least. Was Felix helping you?”

Seungmin nodded. No point in lying to you now. “I needed a little guidance.”

“Nothing wrong with that,” you shrugged. “Wonwoo said hi, by the way.”

“Felix said happy birthday. And that he’d bake something if the cake wasn’t something you’d like.”

Another happy hum. “How sweet.”

The moment he could take his hands off of dinner, he turned, making his way over to you. He pulled your face in, kissing you on the lips before pulling back. “Happy birthday, by the way. I think you’re cool.”

The comment had made you snort again a little. I think you’re cool had been the way you confessed to him, before actually telling him that you liked him. “Thank you, my sweet.” You pecked his lips one more time before he could leave you. “I think you’re cool, too.”

#wooahaes.25 #wooahaes.fic #skz imagines #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #stray kids x you #skz x you #stray kids imagine #skz fics #stray kids fics #stray kids fluff #seungmin x reader #kim seungmin x reader #kim seungmin fluff #kim seungmin x you #seungmin fluff

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all-gummed-up-inside · 2 years ago

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i just saw u updated ur fandom list!!

could i plz request hc's for Jax from TADC? i think he would look so pretty while forced into submission and begging to be dicked down 😋

(Curse all of you! All of those who write DOM!TADC characters only!) <more of me just rambling my smut HCs about this prick then anything coherent <\3 sorry if it’s not super long/anything of substance>

Bastard definitely, 1 doesn’t have a gag reflex, and 2 would be the biggest tease the -digital- world has ever seen. From letting his suspender straps fall down his shoulders just a little bit too far, to pulling ANY Jessica rabbit esq pose he can think of, absolutely NOTHING is off the table for Mr Jaxington (-or maybe it’s Jaxwell-)

In full support of Jax (or any of them) being able to do certain things with their bodies if it falls under the rule of funny, case in point, Jax being able to open his mouth fully with no teeth. The piece of shit would totally make you work for it, but it’s completely worth it with how eagerly he’s willing to take dick. Willing -wanting- to spend hours sucking you off or cock warming you until you finally start face fucking him

Jax wants you to work for it at first, constantly putting up a fight just to see how far you’re willing to go with it, pull his ears! Slap and hit him! He wants it all as long as you dick him down and breed him by the end of it!

I HCs that he normally has very, VERY sensitive ears, especially the higher up you go on them and it’s one of the quickest ways to get him worked up and start doing little rabbit licks <3 (but only in private!)

#dom reader #dom fem reader #dom male reader #dom!reader #🦆.the pond #sub character #the amazing digital circus x reader #the amazing digital circus smut #tadc jax #tadc smut #tadc x reader #tadc jax smut #tadc jax x reader #jax x reader

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aettuddae · 6 months ago

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high garden academy — chapter 58.

⟢ synopsis: a new school year begins at the high garden academy boarding school, bringing with it new students, and among them, the new center of attention for the drama-thirsty student body: the hong sisters. eunchae and her mysterious and unsympathetic older sister, daein, who oddly seem uninterested in the secrets, legends, and gossip of their new school. winter, the institution's top student, and karina, the popular girl and promising pianist, never imagined they would end up so closely involved with hong daein.

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[a/n: i haven't updated in ages so if from now on there are profile pictures/anything that changes in any way, it's because i couldn't find the previous ones]

the yu's house was gigantic, more rustic and traditional than what daein expected to find. nowadays all the houses of families with money looked like hospitals, white floors and walls, little decoration, no life. daein didn't like that kind of residences, sometimes she considered she had an old soul, and it was partly because she felt more comfortable in places like that. the high garden building seemed extremely nice and cozy, although she hated being in there, it was like a big museum where you could also live, practically a dream. the yu's house also gave her that feeling, it even reminded her a bit of her own house, although it seemed less like a medieval vampire castle.

unfortunately, daein could not inspect the home as she would like, spending time on the details and the probably expensive antique decorations, her brain was having great difficulty functioning properly, she could not concentrate either on the scenario she was in or on the numerous questions she was being asked by the couple who owned the house, stammering out answers that almost sounded coherent that she put together with the little willpower she had left based on the few words she retained. karina was doing god's work completing her sentences and making sense of them, justifying her attitude by saying she was shy or nervous. all her attention was on her own body, on the headache that seemed not to have stopped for days, the sweat that had no reason to appear as it wasn't hot enough, the nausea that hit her from time to time making her inspect the place to identify the quickest way to the bathroom in case she had to vomit. of course, some of that could be caused by lack of sleep since she hadn't rested well in the past three days, and she didn't even feel like thinking about the heat that invaded her chest every time she had to suppress the urge to yell at karina to shut up since lately she couldn't stand anyone, least of all her, or having to avoid rushing the girl's father who spoke extremely slowly.

daein was a complicated person, bitter to say the least, but this was already getting out of hand. she was never someone who lost her patience so quickly, although it could be because of her physical discomfort which was also a particularity of this stage of her addiction.

but she didn't use strong substances, did it make sense for her to feel this way? maybe she was just sick.

of course it didn't matter because she had to stay sober for...

for some reason she couldn't remember.

jennie? this dinner? sehun? oh, eunchae. she had to do it for eunchae. was it for eunchae at all? why was she putting her body through this? nevermind, there had to be some good reason, it was probably for eunchae, wasn't it?

still, she did know why she couldn't think straight, one thing being karina's hand resting on her lower back as they both sat on an elegant sofa in a corner of a room specifically dedicated to tea. her other hand rested on her leg, while with the one her parents couldn't see the girl pinched daein's skin as if trying to wake her up or nag her for her erratic behavior. the younger one disguised her correctives with displays of love and hong was not fascinated by either.

"aeinie." she hated that nickname with all her might, but she still turned to look at her. "do you want to see the piano?" the girl's expression at the suggestion of that was somewhat frightening, like when as a child you got reprimanded by your teacher and she had to disguise the anger so as not to lose her friendly image, but only achieved a hybrid that scared you more.

"will you play for me?" she asked expressionlessly, she didn't know what the fuck was happening to her body, but that karina played the piano she did remember, idiot.

the blackhaired faked a tender expression, dropping her shoulders and her eyebrows, she moved closer, and gave a kiss on her cheek. "sure, i'll play something for you." she agreed, standing up and extending her hand to her.

"food will be ready soon, go and we'll let you know." announced the girl's father as daein grabbed onto her to get up, they both nodded slightly.

"what did you consume?" sentenced with a forceful tone the youngest whispering when they were already a little bit away from her family.

"nothing." she was at a loss, the words seemed to come out of her mouth at random.

"daein." she shot her an accusatory look.

"i didn't use anything." she reiterated. "that's why i'm like this." she explained after letting out a drawn-out sigh. "but it will pass." rather than trying to calm karina down, she seemed to be trying to convince herself.

she looked her up and down, finding the sweat on her neck and recalling having seen somewhere that this must be a symptom of abstinence, although she wasn't sure. because of the state she was in, she had no choice but to believe her. daein was usually lost and didn't make much sense, but at this moment she was worse, even anguished, anxious, which was rare to see in her. she hoped her parents hadn't noticed from across the coffee table.

without saying more, she walked over, leading her with her clasped hands, approaching the long, elegant brown grand piano with lines effect, there being some darker ones, indicating it was macassar ebony wood. karina took a seat first on the stool that was wide enough for daein to enter as well, so this one followed the younger girl's steps and sat with her.

"do you know anything about piano?" the expert inquired putting her hands on the keys and stroking some of them creating a vague ephemeral sound.

"my mom plays the piano." she commented, her eyes inspecting the instrument. "she's not professional or anything, but she plays sometimes."

"you appreciate your mom a lot." she observed.

"isn't that what all children do?" she said with obviousness.

"i guess." she cocked her head to the side as if that would help her think her words better. "my mom tends to get overshadowed by my dad's presence." she mumbled in fear of being overheard.

"i understand." agreed the older one. "mine too."

"i see we have something in common." she smiled sideways, victorious.

"unfortunately." she grumbled, grimacing in disappointment. "but she's still my mother, you know." she continued.

"no, of course, i know what you're talking about." she sat up in the seat. "if mom wasn't around i think i'd go crazy." she laughed softly.

"bonding with parents must be more complicated when you hardly see them during the year." daein assumed, turning her head to give her a look.

"yes." she shook her head accompanying the statement. "since i've been attending high garden since i was little, there are teachers i've seen more these past few years than my father." she admitted with a downcast attitude. "i'm sure most of my baby teeth are in some jar in teacher jeon's office." they both laughed at the image. "hey! i made you laugh!" celebrated the younger exalted girl.

"it doesn't count, i'm dying." she stopped her, causing her to pout.

silence fell over the place and before allowing it to become uncomfortable, jimin began to play a piece on the piano, her fingers strolling comfortably across the keys as if she had no bones to constrain her. it was a rather slow melody, but still complicated, daein watched her hands without understanding how someone so young could have such ease in playing such a complex instrument. it wasn't melancholic, it sounded like a summer ballad, positive, hong had no idea what song it was, but she was mesmerized, it was the first time all day she could pay attention to anything.

slowly karina's fingers paused as she played the last few notes until the lack of sound returned to the room, but far from discomforting, it represented a missing of words. daein hated wanting to compliment her on her talent, but she had to admit she had loved it.

"you're good." she criticized. "very good."

"it's one of the works i'm supposed to play at the korean music contest." she reported casually. "i should do well." she sounded a little pressured and it made sense, not just anyone was representing one of the most prestigious schools in the country in the most important national music contest among students. "did you learn anything from your mother?" she removed her hands giving daein room to play.

"little, actually." she directed her hands to the piano and hesitantly pressed several keys without much sense, according to the blackhaired she was trying to play a rather messy version of ode to joy.

realizing that she didn't remember what the song was like at all and noticing the horrified look on the pianist's face next to her, daein preferred to stop trying, generating some sympathy in the girl next to her, who with a confident smile stood up and walked to stand behind her, leaning a little until she could reach her hands, her chest resting against daein's back and their cheeks just a few inches away from brushing against each other. she positioned daein again on the keys and began to guide her so that at a leisurely pace, but not as awkward as before, she could play the song she had attempted.

what irony hong daein playing the ode to joy.

daein was using all her energies to focus, if there was something that moved her it was the need to complete things and do them well, and maybe that was one of the causes of her deep sorrow, not being able to do anything right in this last time of her life. she couldn't even stand the discomfort she felt at the lack of doping. she followed karina's indications as well as her condition allowed, failing in some notes, skipping others, but in general sounding as she should, which must have been all the responsibility of her puppeteer.

with some difficulty the song ended, a small smile on both faces, one out of pride at having completed the piece no matter how easy it was or how many mistakes she had made, and the other because she was distractedly enjoying the closeness with the older one. neither having noticed that they came even closer than before, completely entangled with each other, their cheeks pressed against the opposite, jimin's arms almost embracing daein from behind. the blackhaired moved her head slightly so that her nose could rub hong's cheek, closing her eyes to enjoy the fact that she wasn't moving away, nodding her head slightly up and down. she lifted her hands from the piano and used them to hold onto her neck completely, wrapping her in her grip.

daein let herself be carried away by the tender gestures, and leaned her head more and more towards her own shoulder, following karina's touch, her eyelids drooping and preventing her from seeing that this was the same girl who used to drive her crazy all the time. her face was predisposed to the younger girl, who now that they were facing each other was caressing her nose with her own.

after all daein was not in her five senses and was someone who would do anything for a simple token of affection,

so she didn't stop jimin when this one captured her lips between hers, slowly, delicately, more than a kiss it was caresses between their mouths, with trouble to detach, to cut the touch. karina always wanted more of daein, once she kissed her, she couldn't stop thinking about doing it again, so being like this with her felt fulfilling, and more exciting than kissing anyone else she'd ever done it with before.

she didn't understand why, but no one seemed to have such soft lips as daein, and no scent was as satisfying to be smothered by as daein's was. she was such a cruel person, she rarely showed any pity for her, but when she kissed her no one was as tender as daein.

needless to say, she was exaggerated and restlessly obsessed with hong daein.

their mouths were entwined, daein's hands had risen to hold and attend to jimin's resting on her collarbone, their tongues were just now wanting to meet, but they never got to. "jiminie, the food-" the housemaid suddenly came in interrupting them. "oh, sorry." she covered her cheeks in embarrassment with amusement on her face, the two younger girls looked at her uncomfortably, separating immediately. "the food is ready."

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twstfanblog · 7 months ago

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*~Thanks Give Me~* Pt 1

A/N: I'm excited to get this fic out that I'm posting the first part before the second is even done XD Enjoy the fic and look forward to part two! Word Count: 2.5K Warnings: Swearing, Glossing over the history of the Native Americans Next

Banging on Ramshackle's front door was easily the quickest way to get Yuu to answer. Banging on Ramshackle's door at 7am was easily the fastest way to get Yuu to murder whoever was at the door with reckless abandon.

Yuu had to give credit to whoever was on the other side, they did not let up on their knocking even at the sound of them stomping down the stairs nor the aggressive way they started to undo the locks more than likely broke one of their nails. Swinging open the door, hair wild from sleep and tired eyes glaring they started to yell, “What the fuck do you WANT-”

Ruggie barely missed a beat, stepping closer to squeeze himself under Yuu's arm and into the entry hall of the dormitory, “Hey Ramshackle! So…you told me about a holiday from your world last year and I wanna hear about it again.”

“...” Yuu slammed the door closed, “You were knocking on my door like you were the fucking police because you wanted me to info dump holidays?”

“Nah, nah, nah…Just the one you talked about happening in November…the food one…tell me about the food one again…”

“...Thanksgiving-?”

“Yeah, Thanks Give Me. Are you doing it…this year? Did you do it last year? You should do it this year…and invite your good friend Ruggie-”

“I should fucking kill you. You woke me up on a Saturday for this shit-”

“Come on, prefect!” Ruggie’s face had slipped into an almost pleading expression, “You told me that you'd host one if you had the money for it!”

He gestures around, the updated and safer Ramshackle a clear difference from the poor squatter Yuu used to emulate, “You can't even bullshit me and say you don't have money now!”

“...” Yuu stood with their hands pressed together, lips resting on their interlocked fingers as they tiredly glared at the floor, “Ruggie if I threw a fucking Thanksgiving dinner will you get the fuck out of my house and let me sleep?”

“Yes.”

“You are so lucky you did this shit on the 1st, we've got three weeks to plan this dumpsterfire-RUGGIE!?”

Ruggie had quickly hoisted Yuu over his shoulder, fireman carrying them out the door and into the early morning, “Sorry, Ramshackle! Just gettin’ some insurance from your boyfriend!”

Azul had been just as confused and startled when Ruggie banged on his bedroom door at 7am demanding he draft up a contract between him and Yuu regarding their promise. A conversation that led to a contract that was painfully vague. An issue Azul tried to bring up but Yuu simply stated wasn't worth the trouble of explaining and to just do what Ruggie asked.

(“Is this what I do to you guys? Is this What I'm like? Why do you love me?”

“For many reasons, please just tell me what's happening.”

“Naw, this is more fun.”

“Alright…”)

Only a week after that incident, during a housewarden meeting, did Yuu call everyone to attention. They stood, going around the table and passing out invitations tied close with golden ribbons to the other wardens and the vices that had managed to be in attendance.

Vil opened his invitation first, squinting his eyes at the ornate yet bold script and reading aloud, “You are formally invited to the first annual Ramshackle Thanksgiving Dinner…what is Thanksgiving?”

Yuu clicked a button on the room's master remote, calling down the screen and turning the projector on to show a PowerPoint. She moved the projector control panel to the front, putting their flashdrive into it.

Riddle sat up straighter in his seat, pointing toward the set up in anger, “You did not file a request to use the projector!”

“Riddle, let me cook. This is the only way I could think to explain this and I have a magically binding contract with Ruggie.”

Leona groaned, letting his invite fall to the ground, “Is this what Ruggie’s been yapping about for the past four days? He's been hounding my ass to just agree with whatever you propose and I have half a mind to say no out of spite.”

“...”, Yuu pressed a button on the panel, a slide coming up showcasing an obvious stock photo of a feast, “Thanksgiving is a holiday from my world where you come together and eat so much you pass out.”

“...You have my approval.”

Idia spoke up, giving Leona a side eye while he held his own invite like a wet rag, “Wow, folded that fast, huh?”

“I'm depressed, not suicidal, Shroud…”

Yuu clicks to a new slide, showing another clear stock photo of a family all gathered around a dinner table, “As stated, it's a family-based holiday. Immediate and extended family all come together to share a meal, catch up, and just have a general good time and maybe watch some football.”

Idia frowned, the very idea of his extended family all in his home being nothing closer to a waking nightmare.

Another slide, hand-drawn images of two people; one dressed in an all-black traveler’s outfit of an olden Queendom citizen and a Republic Native in a large headdress*, “It started back when the pilgrims landing in America and had their first successful harvest with the help of the Native Americans. And now we just…don't talk about that.”

Trey tucked his invite into his jacket, raising an eyebrow, “Why?”

Yuu clicked to the next slide, showing the Native now scribbled out with red ink and the traveler smiling evilly as she mumbled, “Oh, the stealing of land, assaulting of women and children, the deliberate spread of disease, and erasure of culture-”

Riddle spoke for them all, eyes wide at the various horrors Yuu was seeming to brush past, “The what?”

Yuu clicked the button again, showing a new text slide that (annoyingly) used comic sans as the title font, “Anyway, your jobs. We're gonna do this fast because I have to beat Sebek into submission after this meeting. And just to explain, we're doing what is technically called a ‘FriendsGiving’. It acts more like a potluck instead of a traditional Thanksgiving.”

Jade raises his hand, “I think we'd like to hear more about the apparent deliberate spread of disease?”

Pulling out a collapsible pointer, Yuu smiled and clicked on a new slide to slap it against the screen, “Riddle, you're allowed to bring a store-bought dessert. But your main job will be to yell at everyone to behave and then call to the meal once it's prepared. Actually, Riddle, take notes, everyone will need it.”

Riddle sighed heavily, taking out his notebook and scribbling down notes that he would have to copy and deliver to the others.

The pointer hit against the screen more aggressively, Yuu glaring directly at Trey, “Trey…you bring dessert.”

“I'm not so sure I want to celebrate a holiday involving the desecration of a culture…”

“You bring a dessert or you will be hunted for sport.” Their pointer smacks against the screen again, “Cater: Gay Cousin.”

Idia looked at the screen in confusion, watching as even Riddle was tripped up before writing down what was said, “Is he… is he bringing a gay cousin or-”

SMACK “Deuce, he can bring an egg dish. I can't trust him with anything else. Ace, the family member that no one wants there but shows up anyway.”

Trey was already thinking of what dessert he wanted to bring, making a list in his mind of what the group would like the most, “Do…we invite Ace or do we just bring him with us-”

SMACK “Leona, your job is to hog the TV and watch sports. Just really manspread it on the couch; be even better if you fell asleep while watching it but won't let go of the remote.”

While he didn't agree nor disagree, Leona gave Yuu a look of annoyed bewilderment.

Vil spoke up, his own face pinched in confusion, “This is a food-based holiday, correct?”

Yuu was either willingly ignoring them or she actually was focused on dealing out her strange tasks. The pointer once again slapped at the fabric of the screen, “Jack, something…maybe a nice vegetable side or a pear-themed dish. No chicken…in fact, no meat. He can't be trusted. Ruggie.”

The room was silent as Yuu looked at the screen, a brief pulse of rage in her eyes before inhaling deep and releasing it, “Anyway. Azul, you're in charge of managing the drinks for the evening. We want a decently diverse but small selection of alcoholic and non-alcoholic to pick from.”

“I have no issue with that, though I'd like to know what the final menu will consist of to make a proper selection for wine…also. Is there a reason Jade and Floyd's names aren’t on this list?”

Jade spoke up, “I was also wondering. You are aware that my brother and I are in Mostro Lounge’s kitchen more than Azul is. We'd be best to bring dishes since most of the attendees are not so…culinarily inclined.”

Yuu had been poised to slap their pointer to Kalim’s name, pausing and looking over their shoulder to Jade, “Oh, You're not allowed to participate in prep.”

“...” Azul leaned forward in his seat, making a point to also scoot away from a now blank faced Jade, “You want us…namely me…to tell Floyd he isn't allowed to participate in a group activity that almost everyone else is allowed a hand in?”

“Yes.”

“...Do you not love me anymore?”

SMACK “Kalim-”

“Answer me?”

“-You will actually be securing a tableware set for the festivities. Nothing insane; simple but with a hint of fancy and lots of serving platters and bowls. Crystal or China is traditional, but I'll let you pick what you think would be nice within reason.”

Kalim had perked up, a story about how he had the perfect gold and gem-encrusted dish set dying on his tongue as he thought Yuu's request over, “Don't you…have a room in Ramshackle filled with tableware you found? It was some pretty nice stuff from what Cater told me…”

“Oh yeah. So after some further investigation, turns out all of that was just cursed and Sam has since confiscated it from my property. The cutlery was fine though, so we're good on that front, but if you find something to match the table set, get it.”

“...Okay!” Kalim quickly pulled out his phone, looking up tableware and just how many types of serving platters there were.

SMACK “Jamil.”

The look the vice gave them already showed how tired he was; a holiday based solely on hosting and seemingly meticulous planning of decorations and food prep sounded like an average day in the Asim household, making nothing new nor relaxing to Jamil.

“Do whatever the fuck you want.”

“Parden?”

“The actual task you'd normally be assigned is ‘Day-of Cooking’, but I'm not going to do that to you. So just…show up or don't. Take a nap the day of honestly, me or Kalim will bring you a plate.”

By the Seven, he loved this girl…

SMACK “Vil, you bring a salad. That is all I can trust you with.”

The Pomefiore head stopped looking at his nails with half-lidded eyes, glaring at Yuu's impassive expression, “Do you believe in my cooking skills so little!?”

“Yes. Though, I do have a secondary job for you. It’s to make sure, everyone is within dress code for the meal-”

Leona spoke up, folding his arms with a scowl, “Hold on, you never said there was a dress code-”

Vil raised his hand to Leona's face without looking, promptly silencing the other warden, “What's the dress code?”

“We wanna hover around the casual zone, but not informal. Best option is to be smart casual just tipping into business casual.

Vil had pulled out his own notebook without prompt, writing down notes and sketching out silhouettes of outfits, “Color scheme?”

“The holiday color scheme is fall theming, the warm tones with pops of purple and green. You don't need to follow color tones for the meal, though. Just make sure you're dressed for like…a nice dinner.

“My nice and your nice are two very different things, but noted.”

Rolling their eyes they slap the pointer to the screen, “Epel is allowed to bring anything apples are used in. Which is my way of saying he’s bringing pork tenderloin.”

Jade raised his hand, now fully glaring toward Yuu, “Funny how your friends are allowed to bring dishes.”

“Jade, you can’t be fucking trusted to not put poison in the food. So to be fair, Floyd isn’t allowed to help out either.” Yuu looks toward Rook, fluttering their eyelashes as they tapped his name gently multiple times, “My dear ex.”

Rook smiled back, leaning against the back of his hand and fluttering his eyelashes back, “Mon vieille amor?”

“You have the most important job of hunting down a massive turkey for us since that will be the centerpiece dish of the meal.”

“A hunt!?” Rook stood up so fast his chair slammed into the floor, “I shall make haste!” he raced out of the room, leaping from the window and disappearing around a corner outside.

Vil sighed, writing the last of his outfit ideas before packing up his items and walking out of the room, “Riddle, please forward your notes to me. I'll be free for style suggestions should anyone need them.”

Yuu calls out to him, “A salad! You're bringing a salad!”

Vil's middle finger was flashed just before the door closed behind him.

Rolling her eyes, Yuu turned back to the screen, “Idia, your job is to show up.”

“I'd rather not-”

“Too bad, it's mandatory. I already texted Ortho.”

Idias's tablet dinged from his hands. Looking at the screen his face pinched. Ortho was already sending him smiley emojis and rapid-fire messages on how excited he was to design a new shell and take photos of the upcoming group dinner. Sprinkled in were pleading and pensive faces begging that he agree to come and didn’t try to weasel his way out.

Glaring over his screen, already typing out a reply to Ortho's multiple messages, “You're a bitch.”

“Wear an actual outfit. Malleus.” SMACK.

The fae was still looking contently at his invitation, nodding as he already understood what Yuu was asking of him, “I'm aware of my job.”

“He can not know.”

“Lilia will only be made aware as we are dressing for the festivities.”

“You are one of the treasures of my life. Silver is tasked with making bread rolls for the dinner. Sebek is going to be helping me make the rest of the menu the night before/day of.” Yuu put the pointer back in its collapsible mode, putting the screen back up and clicking the projector off.

Leona raised an eyebrow but said nothing when Yuu had grabbed a stapler sitting beside him.

Riddle was too busy double-checking his notes, but Trey attempted to stop Yuu as she walked past, “What…what do you have there Yuu?”

“As stated at the beginning of my presentation, I have to go beat Sebek into submission and we have a rule now that I'm not allowed to use a brick anymore.” Yuu waved the stapler around, “So I’m going to use this instead.”

My take on Pilgrims and Native Americans in Twist

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caramelcleopatraa · 8 months ago

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Birthday Updates :)

x: hey guysss!! so I have some things to say. first thing is, I will not be continuing kintober sadly, and I will save the rest of the props for 2025, as I do want to come back to them. there are some more projects that I'm working on that's grabbing my attention more, plus dance and college make my life hectic. so because of that and to make up for that... kinda... , I decided to give you guys ALOOOT of sneak peeks into things I have been working on and things I want to share with you guys soon <3 also its my birthdayyyy!! a bad bitch is turning up 🤪

A quick fic I made in an hour

x: heavily inspired by harmshake and msbigredmachine's collaboration because they have me on a leash waiting for the next installment

He was working out in his backyard again. The fourth time this week. Not that you were checking or keeping count or anything, the window that gave you a view of your backyard also gave you a view of his as well. Those black sweatpants fit loosely around his waist, showing a little too much skin that you were used to. He always wore hoodies or sleeveless shirts. Guess today was not one of those days. And out of all the things you catch him out there doing, you caught him doing hip thrusts. Lucky you. You swore his abs shined like glazed donuts while he huffed and grunted through his set. You felt like a creep for staring, but you couldn’t keep your damn eyes off of him. His hair was swept up into a half-assed bun, letting you see all of his beautiful features. You couldn’t believe that someone that fine had moved in next to you. But as much time as you could spend here oogling at him working out, your laptop was calling for you. To finish that damned assignment you had been working on for your class.

Three more hours had passed quicker that you realized. You worked like a machine, pumping out so many assignments and standard based quizzes, you were sick of seeing the same logo at the top left of your screen. The weather was nice outside. Chill breeze with a purple pink and orange sky. Perfect weather for you to work outside. You balance your laptop in one hand while opening the sliding glass door with another.

“Finally decided to come outside huh?”

You hear a deep voice on your left, surprised that he was even out here this late. His laptop was in his lap, reading glasses on the small glass table that sat next to his chair. He wore another pair of sweatpants, dark gray this time, and a blue shirt.

“Watching me, huh?”

He continues to type on his computer but takes a second to look at you while talking.

“So you weren’t watching me work out a couple of hours ago?”

You couldn't even deny that. You just replied with the quickest comeback you could think of.

“It was just weird to me that you were doing a full on workout outside. Equipment and everything. I’m not used to living next to a gym freak.”

All of your previous neighbors had been wealthy corporate men or women, so seeing them outside for any reason other than them getting in the car, picking up mail, or putting the trash at the end of the driveway, they were pretty much ghosts. You only knew them because their packages would get sent to your doorstep a couple of times because of how similar your addresses were.

“What brings you out here?”

“Just sick of bein’ in the house, The weather’s nice and plus you're done huffing and puffing, so i can come chill out here in peace.”

He laughs to himself, recalling the way that your eyes examined him from the comfort of your kitchen. How you were almost paralyzed by the sight you saw as soon as you lifted your head. It was cute how much you were lying and playing poker face to make yourself seem innocent.

“What do you do for a living sir? I doubt you look like that just because.”

“I’m a personal trainer. Mostly for athletes, but some celebrities too.” Well that explains why he’s so in shape.

“What about you, maam? What do you do for a living.”

“College professor. Chemistry”

He raises his eyebrows and takes his focus off of his laptop fully, looking at you sorting your students into groups for a project coming up.

“That’s impressive. How do you like it?”

You sigh hesitantly, not trying to sound like you hate your job. You really didn’t. There’s just so many things that you wish would change at the university you teach at. You’re sure your coworkers would say the same thing. You could quit, save yourself the trouble. But you had such good students. They needed a good, consistent, and dedicated teacher.

“Wonderful students, horrible administration. Makes working there draining.”

“Ever thought of going to the gym? Working out all that pent up stress?”

Now your attention was fully on him. “Not a gym girlie. It’s too intimidating.”

“I think it would be beneficial for you. Could help you more than you realize.”

“Since you’re giving me the idea, are you going to help me?”

He stands up and makes his way over to you with elongated strides. Staring you down without his eyes straying away for a second. He had built up so much tension in those few steps it took to get to you. Much more tension you expected to get from this conversation.

“I’ll be more than happy to train you," he says, picking up the notepad and pen to write something on it, and hands it back to you with a smile.

“Call when you’re ready for me~”

A piece of Day 8 because that's gonna become a full fledged piece of writing :)

“Y/N.” His voice struck like a thunderbolt, taking your attention away from the man standing in front of you. “Strip for us.” The dress you had on became restricting as soon as he told you to strip. You felt their eyes on you as you pulled the straps down ever so slowly. Exposing one breast, then the other, and seconds after, your entire body. Both men groan in satisfaction, eyeing every part of you that is now uncovered. The lacy matching panties you had on stretched perfectly along your hips and ass. Each man had a different view of you. Jey got to see your face completely, your tits, and hips from the front. Roman on the other hand, relished in the view of your back, and ass, relying purely on your body language mostly.

“Take them panties off too, baby,” Jey says, making eye contact with you as you pull them down teasingly.

“Lay her on the bed, Jey.” Roman says, fidgeting in the seat and adjusting his pants. Jey hoists you up and gently lays you in the middle of the silk red sheets. “Alright princess, pick who you want to continue on. Me, or Jey?” You look to your left seeing Roman staring over you as ajey stands at the foot of the bed.

‘He said he doesn't mind this.. So I can be honest.’

You want Roman. You want him to touch you. The tiniest tinge of guilt crept into your mind as you admitted it to yourself. God, it's so nerve racking. All this time you spent burying how you felt and avoiding him. And yet, you were about to say it out loud for the first time ever. You want him. You do.. ‘I want you-’ “Roman. I… I want you.” That was all it took for Roman to click his tongue at Jey this time, motioning him to sit where he did a few moments ago. And now Roman’s standing at the foot of the bed.

A snip from My Man, My Man, My Man

“I’m fixing to make me a drink with all these people we have to bartend,” Renni whines, sitting on her hip and cleaning her station with the temporary break they had. “Girl who you tellin? And it’s only 12. You know more people gon’ be on their way.” Yasmine observes the people beyond the bar. All types of celebrities that meet the eye. Actors, singers, producers, athletes, business men, you name it. Everybody was here. “All of these people here and not a fine man in sight,” Yasmine says.

The room was dark, but illuminated at the same time. The hidden dark pockets and nooks and crannies in the club that weren’t visible due to the overhead spotlights were the freakum’s greatest dream. The expansive wall of bottles behind Yasmine that lit like Christmas lights was a spectacle and art in itself. all those different bottles that could be used to make different drinks for so many people. Yasmine learned a lot about people, more than she’d hoped to working as a bartender. How to handle inebriated people, how to gain more patience, how to say no, and how to look for suspicious people. like the douchebags that ordered a drink for some random girl, but ended up getting mad at her because she served him nothing. An empty cup. And she was quick to tell Demetrius, because he too couldn’t stand people like that at all, especially in his own club.

All of a sudden, everyone’s eyes shift to the entrance, staring at the 5 men that walked in. She didn’t get to memorize all of their faces, but she surely memorized one.

The first man that stood in front of all of them. Tall and fine would be the words that she would use to describe him in those fastly paced seconds, but that doesn’t describe him well in her mind. He walked with confidence, not deterred by everyone’s gaze on him. completely unfazed by the murmuring and the cameras flashing as he wedged through the thick crowd. maybe a little too late for her to be wondering how she looked before she realized he was making his way to the bar. “OMG girll, he coming straight to the bar!” Renni says, eyeing him just the same, although laced with blind lust. she had to manually close her mouth with her hand and rip her eyes away from him.

The red sea of people continued to part as the five men make their way to the bar, scouting the 5 empty stools in the middle of the bar. Yasmine knew exactly who they were. The bloodline. The reigning WWE Superstars. Jey Uso, Jimmy Uso, Zilla Fatu, Solo Sikoa, and Roman Reigns. Their commanding aura was enough to put the entire place on pause. There were no words to be said.

As soon as they sat down, things seemed to fade back to normal, but the known fact that the bloodline was in the same place sat in the back of everyone’s mind. Roman and Solo sat on Renni’s side, and Jey, Jimmy, and Zilla sat on Yasmine’s side. A little disappointed, but Yasmine still had a job to do, and she did it damn well. Their orders are somewhat of what she expected.

Jey asks for a tequila manhattan: kinda expected for someone as energetic as him.

Jimmy requests a greyhound: not what i expected. maybe he wants to get tore up tonight. or celebrate something?

and zilla asks for a Gin and Tonic: a classic. maybe he doesn’t drink like that. Yasmine guesses that Solo would order another Gin and Tonic. ‘Maybe drinks a little more and settles on a classic.’ She wonders what Roman would order. ‘Maybe an Old Fashioned… he looks like that kind of person.’

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gingervitus · 1 month ago

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Davrin Week Day Two: Eyes of an Eagle/Roar of a Lion/Heart of a Halla

I LOVE DAVRIN WEEK @datvcompanionweeks. Here I am very late in my day writing this stuff as I go along.

So I thought about Davrin being a volunteer firefighter, and now here I am at 10:32 PM having written about it.

More modern AU for your Davrin viewing pleasure.

No Heroics (1,776 words)

There are three things, of which Davrin is certain: it’s goddamn late, he smells like shit, and he can’t wait to get into bed.

It had been a normal night spent in front of the TV. Chinese takeout. Not nearly as many dumplings as he would have liked, and someone definitely ate his eggroll. There certainly isn’t a full interrogation that ensued after he discovered the empty wax paper bag. Faulty circumstantial–at best–evidence isn’t presented while another dumpling disappears. Definitely none of that happens. He also most definitely doesn’t end up doubled over laughing with duck sauce smeared across his nose. For that reason, no one will catch him complaining. Even with a pair of slippers propped into his lap that belong to the alleged eggroll thief. “It’s insulting that you would even accuse me.” He let it slide this time. Probably the next time, too.

Taash has started calling him a sucker everytime they are together, and maybe they’re right. He’s got it bad.

The night was so comfortable and domestic and nice that when the notification of a structure fire across town he almost pops up across the feed he’s idly browsing he almost ignores it. Another time, he thinks as his thumb absentmindedly presses into the tight calf muscle propped up into his lap. An update comes, though. Entrapments. Children. Fire doesn’t care how good someone’s night is going. In fact, it usually waits to rear its ugly head in the worst moments.

Duty calls, as it usually does. He pats the legs of his favorite scheister and trudges around the small living space. A lightly packed backpack equipped with a radio hangs from one of the metal hooks by the front door, joined by several jackets both old and new. The night is cool but not cold enough to warrant one of the coats, so he settles on an old sweatshirt. His head is just about through the top when he bumps into the back of the couch. The dip down is intended to be brief, but fingers curl around both drawstrings of his hood to pull him down further. “Don’t go saving too many babies or old people. You’ll make the rest of us look bad.” He laughs something in response. Truthfully, he can’t be bothered to remember, too distracted by the lips that brush up against his as the words are spoken. “Come back in one piece please. No heroics out there, mister.”

Simple instructions, which he’s technically followed… mostly.

The ER nurse–Lina, as her badge labels her–is giving him instructions, too, but his mind is fried. Adrenaline has long since worn off. The taped up ribs under his shirt ache with each breath he takes. He glances at Lina, watching carefully for each time her brows raise and she looks up from the laptop in her hands. That’s the signal for him to nod. To acknowledge that he understands what she’s telling him. He nods each time even if the pounding in his head gets worse when he does so. All he wants to do is go home, and this seems to be the quickest way to get there.

It should have been a normal call. Just like any other.

Cut and dry.

Grab grandma and any kids and get the hell out of there.

But it was an old duplex with too many people living inside. Too shoddy of wiring for a building over a century old. Too much needs to be powered by electricity than such an old structure would allow for without major electrical overhaul and a ton of money shelled out. It’s a mess.

By the time they arrive, the whole place is up in flames like the place was built from cards. Ambulances are lined down the street. Larger fire departments are in the process of being contacted, but there’s no time. No time for waiting. No time for thinking. No time for worrying. No heroics out there.

There’s only time to act.

Flames lick all around every single volunteer that enters the building. The walls that are still made of plaster glow with the flames raging within them. Newer ceilings and walls are crumbling. Embers spit in every direction. The whole house feels as if a creature from the depths of the earth is reaching up to claw it down to the molten core. It’s crumbling. There isn’t enough time.

Each room proves to be empty as they open. Clear. Clear. A bedroom, smack in the center of the ground floor has a door cracked open. Fire burns inside. A chemical smell fills the air. Old wallpaper. Maybe lead paint given the age of the house. He can’t be sure. He doesn’t even really care. Beneath a window in the corner of the room, a small frame sits curled up, wheezing through the smoke. There’s no time to waste. “Come on.” The child is screaming as best they can through burning lungs. “Let’s get you out of here.” They’re light. Easy to carry through the crumbling building to safety, but they yell. They scream. They pound against his chest with little fists, and at first, he doesn’t even care to make out what they’re saying. It doesn’t matter in the long run. At least, it doesn’t until the word finally catches his ear.

“Kitty!”

A fucking cat.

Lina leads him out of the room he’s been trapped in for the better part of the last couple of hours. She’s still talking but he can’t hear her. His ears are still ringing, but he manages to nod at times he’s fairly sure are appropriate. The whole place smells like soot, wallpaper paste, and antiseptic, although that could just be him. He isn’t sure where everyone else from the fire ended up. He doesn’t even know if they managed to put it out. Asking the nurse about it requires a deep enough breath that his entire side sears with pain, so he takes that as a sign to worry about it later.

The waiting room is fairly empty. A few stragglers sit in seats, doubled over in pain. Pale faced and staring out into space. Agitated and staring at watch faces that seem to move all too slowly. He can’t be bothered to give them much more than a passing observation. It has to be close to dawn at this point. He just wants to faceplant into his bed, which doesn’t feel like a tall ask after the night he’s had.

At reception, there appears to be a scuffle going on. A woman is yelling. Pleading, even. Begging to be let in. Demanding. “Please, you called me!” she shouts. Her voice breaks. “I don’t even know what’s going on. Please just–”

“Ma’am, I told you. I can’t let you–”

“Please!” He coughs. A mistake that he can’t help but make. He doesn’t know how he’s going to make it home in this state. His truck is back at the fire station. Fuck. How is he supposed to get home? “He’s my brother! He’s a doctor!”

“Silvia, you cannot just march into a hospital, say I’m your brother, and demand entry.”

Silvia.

Whatever Lina is telling him doesn’t even get picked up through facial expressions. He’s wandering–limping–toward reception. Pale hair is pulled back into a lopsided ponytail that bounces around frantically as incomprehensible words are spat out between the older woman who watches on, completely unamused, and the exhausted doctor with a headful of dark curls and a neatly trimmed goatee and mustache beside her. Hands wave around, manic, urgent. His fingers curl around the arm attached to them. The face that turns to face him looks as exhausted as the doctor and somehow manages to fall and lift upon seeing him.

“Davrin,” Silvia breathes. “Holy shit.” Her fingers trace along the side of his face, just below the bandage on his forehead. The touch is featherlight. Barely even there at all. She sucks her cheeks in and bites down on the soft flesh inside. Her eyes blink rapidly up at him. A second hand rests on his other cheek. “What happened?”

He tries to grin at her, but everything is sore. Even his fucking face. God, he just wants to go to sleep. He sighs, head dropping to stare at the floor. Her hands remain holding his face. “Heroics,” he admits.

Kitty, as it turns out, is a kitten, probably too young to be separated from its mother, but is in the corner of the room the child had been in, hiding beneath a blazing bookshelf. It isn’t the logical thing to do, but he goes back into the building that’s being ripped apart by fire to retrieve said kitten. At first, he tries to coax it out to no avail. Instead, he drops down to his knees, throws a hand beneath the shelf, and pulls out the creature, who is screaming much like its companion.

He can see the open front door that they’ve been entering and departing through. He’s almost out. The last occupant of the building is going to make it, he thinks. A job well done at the end of the night. The fire department from the city will take care of smothering the flames, and he’ll go home and tell his little eggroll thief that heroics pay off sometimes.

That’s all before a beam in the ceiling of the hallway collapses on him, and for whatever damn reason, he cuddles this fucking kitten against his chest to try to save it from the pressure.

“A kitten?” she spits out. “All this to save a fucking kitten?”

When it’s put like that, he realizes how ridiculous it sounds, but when he peels his arms away from his chest and hands the cat to the little boy who had been cowering in the corner of a burning room trying to say his friend, it seems worth it. The tears and the thanks. Knowing that someone got half a happy ending that night feels good. “Yeah,” he coughs out through a laugh. “All to save a fucking kitten.”

“Did it live?”

Silvia’s head whips around. The woman at the desk has returned to whatever tasks await her on her computer, but the doctor waits expectantly with his arms folded across his chest. “Viago, you can’t just–”

“Yeah, it lived,” Davrin assures him. This time the corners of his lips turn upwards despite the effort it takes. “And I’ve got the cracked ribs to show for it.”

She turns back to him, eyes running up and down his battered form. “Good,” she whispers. “I would have been pissed if it didn’t.”

“Jesus Christ, Silvie.”

#davrinweek2025 #datv #dragon age the veilguard #davrin #davrin x rook #davrook #rook de riva #modern au #oc: silvia “rook” de riva #viago de riva #VIAGO THE INFECTIOUS DISEASE DOCTOR LIVES IN MY HEAD RENT FREE #also silvia being like I KNOW THIS FUCKIN GUY LET ME INNNNNN

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taintedsoul-if · 3 days ago

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June 30th Update – Final Part for Chapter 3

What to Expect from This Update:

Kick Yesenia out of the OH’s courtyard/house — or simply change the password.

Learn more about Drusilla’s past with Yesenia — and finally get a proper introduction to her character.

Receive your very first memory shard and an item from your past (???) — Also, get a cryptic message from Umorikai.

Discover whose body Caitlyn’s soul has entered (Four candidates resonate with her soul).

Meet your two new servants — learn about their backstories, how they became Lady Anaya's servants, and what they discovered the night the [Surname2] household was mysteriously wiped out.

Get summoned to the Imperial Palace.

Be forced into undergoing a memory scan.

Get into yet another argument with Trysten/Trista, leaving things on a bad note—again.

Lend a helping hand to a dying Prinx — gain deeper insight into their past, and piece together the information they provide about a mysterious figure who appeared in court a century ago — Who is truly behind Lady Anaya’s death? Was it really Trysten/Trista? Take a breather and enjoy a bowl of noodles — just know you’ll probably lose your appetite — Be left with more questions than answers.

Kickstart the revenge route tied to Trysten/Trista’s romance.

Receive the first of many rewards for completing the red-level priority mission.

Finally bind yourself to the space you inherited — and investigate what’s inside — Learn about the origins of the [Surname2] household.

And most importantly — because important things should always be said twice — be left with more questions than answers.

I want to go into a bit more detail about something. With the ending of Chapter 3 providing readers with a pivotal moment in the story, this final part is mostly about discovering key information to kickstart the revenge route. It’s designed to open the door for your MC to start investigating — and the quickest way to do that is by getting close to Trysten/Trista.

I also plan to go back and tweak a few earlier chapters, because with your MC returning to school, exams will be introduced — and that means all the lore I’ve been feeding you will come back and bite you in the rear 💁‍♀️. To qualify for the Armistice Competition, you’ll need to pass a written test. World lore information will absolutely have its own dedicated page.

I probably don’t have to say this again — it’s in the disclaimer — but I will: you’ll encounter walls of text, and they’re important. They’re not just filler — every detail matters, so please pay attention.

This chapter will be available to my paid Patreon users next week Monday, late evening, as promised. For public users, the full chapter will drop on the official live date I announced. I’ll also compile everything you need to remember so you can go into the chapter prepared. I’m certain it’ll be worth the wait.

Apologies for going off course — I’m beyond tired. Thank you for your patience and support. 🤧

Word Count Breakdown:

Unpublished Content: 170,000 words

Patreon Exclusive Content: 125,000 words

Public Demo: 85,000 words

#what to expect #chapter list rundown #upcoming release #ending part of chap3

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sunflower567 · 2 months ago

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Callsign: Umbra Chapter 14: Unlikely Duo

Masterlist

Word Count: 3,250

Edited: ✅

Published: May 2nd, 2025

Last update/change: June 8th, 2025

Previous Chapter

Marine Raider Training Center, Camp Lejeune, North Carolina: 8:50 PM

After returning to her private room from the admin office, Imani angrily tossed off her clothes, wrapped her hair in her bonnet, and got into a hot shower.

She sighed as the water cascaded down her body. Relishing in her muscles finally relaxing, Imani closed her eyes and thought about everything that had just transpired. She was so pissed off she asked Alpha to wait in the team room, not wanting him to be upset because she was upset.

Grabbing her washcloth, Imani began aggressively scrubbing her body angrily, not just at Davis but also at herself.

She was a soldier, a sergeant. Her parents taught her not to let someone like that get the best of her. Much less act out of character.

‘I have to be four times as good,’ Imani thought. She continued to repeat the words her parents drilled into her.

Her parents fought tooth and nail to give them the life they had. And come hell or high water, she’d be damned if she or anyone else tries to mess that up.

She knew this incident would eventually reach her father’s ear through word of mouth or, an incident report. She hopes it’d be at least the latter. But knowing her recent luck, it’s going to be the former.

‘This is bullshit,’ Imani thought as she scrubbed the back of her neck, ‘Can I ever have a normal fucking life?’

But as she continued to wash herself, she felt more embarrassed. She did all that in front of some of the highest-ranking people on this base. But it wasn’t them she was worried about; it was Ghost.

‘I did that in front of him. The second in command of my team,’ Imani thought in shame.

But while she felt a bit ashamed over the way she acted, Simon, on the other hand, was hypnotized. Since he was young, he has admired strong women like his mother. How his mother could keep moving forward with a man like his father and be there for him and his brother Tommy, Simon couldn’t begin to imagine the strength she had. He never took her for granted. Not once. He just wished she loved herself as much as he loved her and stood up for herself and kicked their father out before it was too late.

So, even though he could admire Imani's constant fighting and pressing on, he hated how much he thought of her.

Emotions like this can hurt a man the most. He already buried those feelings when he buried his family. He’d be damned if he ever feels that pain again.

After taking a bit of a detour to clear his head, Simon returned to their private rooms. But when he opened the door, he smelled something good.

Going into their kitchen, Simon saw Imani in an oversized graphic T-shirt and biker shorts moving about, with some music playing in the background. Looking over to the team room, Simon saw Alpha sleeping on his back, a snore occupying every breath.

“Big geezer,” Simon said, not taking his eyes off him.

Imani, who usually memorizes people’s footsteps, didn’t hear him come in. She’s trying to learn, but it's been difficult for a man his size who doesn’t make a sound.

“Jesus fucking christ,” Imani exclaimed, “Make a sound please!”

“Open your ears you knob,” Simon replied, which caused Imani to mumble what he said in a mocking British accent.

“What you makin'?”

“Well, we need to go get groceries, so nothing too grand,” Imani said with a sigh, "Just some spaghetti and bread.”

“I didn’t know you could cook,” Simon pointed out.

“Trust me, I was taught as soon as I learned not to touch a hot stove,” Imani laughed, "My mom-mom and pop-pop are from the South—New Orleans, to be precise—before they moved to Cali. They say the quickest way to someone's heart is down there through their stomach. My mom-mom made sure my brothers, my sister, and I learned how to cook.”

“So they taught you how to cook just for that?”

“Not only because of that, but because it’s technically a life skill. And when we move out, we stay out. So we have to know how to fend for ourselves.”

“Can you bake too,” Simon asked.

“There are only a few things, so don’t go all crazy on me,” Imani replied smiling, "Go get cleaned up. I’ll let you know when dinner is done.”

Wasting no time, Simon left for his room, conveniently across from Imani’s. He took a quick shower and changed his mask from the one with the physical skull to the one with just spray paint.

Walking back into the kitchen, he saw Imani walking to the team room with both plates in hand.

“Come on, I already got our drinks there.”

Following behind her, the two sat down on the couch with Alpha chowing down on some fresh meat in his large dog bowl. Imani grabbed the remote and put on the news for background noise.

But as Imani went to eat, she realized that maybe she shouldn’t sit in here since he still had his mask on.

“Do you want me to eat somewhere else Lt?”

“Why?”

“You know,” Imani said, gesturing to him.

“No I don’t know,” Simon repeated looking at her in confusion.

“The mask,” Imani gestured to her face, “We haven’t known each other for long, so I’m sure you won’t feel comfortable with me seeing your face. So if you want, I can just-”

Before she could even finish, Simon lifted up his mask just enough to expose his mouth and placed the bunch-up fabric on his nose.

“There problem solved.”

‘Ok smartass,’ Imani thought as she began to eat her food, embarrassed that she seemed to have cared more than he did.

Taking that as a hint to start eating, Simon twirled his fork and brought some of it to his mouth.

Now he maybe exaggerating when he says this, but this was the best fucking food he has ever had. He loved his mom’s cooking, but this was in a league of its own.

It’s been so long since he had a home-cooked meal, and this did not disappoint one bit.

“Is it good,” Imani asked, not seeing any visible sign in his eyes. His only response was a hum as he kept on eating it. Imani smiled with pride at that.

The two just sat in silence, the only thing filling the space was the new station that talked about local and national news. But while they were quiet, Imani’s mind wasn’t. She didn’t know how to go about the conversation that needed to be had. Does she apologise, explain herself, or should she ask what her punishment is? She didn’t know. She didn’t even realize she was sighing until Ghost put down his plate and put his arm across the back of the couch, looking at her.

“What’s on your mind?”

“Sir?”

“You just sighed four times in the last 2 minutes, what are you thinking?”

‘Ah shit,’ Imani thought as she also put her plate down. Sitting criss-cross applesauce towards him, Imani looked her lieutenant dead in the eye and decided what she would say. Imani chose the fourth option: All of the above.

“I just wanted to apologize,” Imani began, “I was pissed. You’d think after everything he did, he’d leave me alone, or I’d get used to this treatment from him, but I just snapped. I know that’s not an excuse for someone in my position. So whatever you choose to do, I’ll accept it.”

Simon just stared her in the eyes for a moment. He didn’t know why, but he hated seeing that look on her face. That look of shame. She did nothing wrong, and if Price were here, he’d back her up with no questions asked. Hell, he, Gaz, and Soap would have probably joined in. So would he.

Imani usually could handle his intense gaze, but now, it felt almost unbearable.

“Can you say something please,” she begged.

“I’m thinking.”

“Well, think faster!”

“You want me to punish you?”

“Who wants to be punished?”

“A lot of women actually like it for what I experience,” he replied before his mind could catch up.

Both he and Imani looked at each other in shock. He, much less Imani, expected that to come out of his mouth. Right when he was getting ready to apologize for his crudeness, Imani threw her head back and let out the loudest laugh (more like a cackle) known to man.

“I never-” she said between each laughing fit, “I never expected something like that to leave your mouth!”

“Well, isn't that true?”

“I wouldn’t know,” Imani finished her laughing fit.

“Whatever the case, you listen here,” Simon said, his voice taking on a more serious tone, getting Imani’s attention immediately, “You have nothing to apologize for. Neither I, Price, nor Gaz and Soap would have judged you for what you did. That bloke needed to be put in his place. And between you and me, you didn’t go far enough.”

“Threatening him with Alpha wasn’t enough,” Imani asked in confusion, her eyebrow raised.

“If it was me, I’d have him bite the bastard,” Simon said, looking back at the tv.

“Nah, too much blood,” Imani replied, “And besides, someone gotta clean that up.”

“Look at you being considerate.”

“I always am!”

“Yeah right, and I’m the king of England.”

“Well, I barely know anything about you, so could be,” Imani replied, in fake shock, “What should I do? Should I bow to you, your majesty?”

“Oh piss off,” Simon exclaimed, a small smirk on his face.

As the conversation turned away from Davis and toward each other, Imani began to look at him a bit closer.

As of now, the only things she could see were his sharp jaw and stubble. She even noticed a faint scar that started by his chin and disappeared under his mask.

But what made Imani a little jealous was his eyes. His hooded eyes now lacked the black eyeshadow; she could see his eyelashes. And they were so pretty that any girl would be jealous of them.

“You’re staring again,” Simon pointed out.

“Because I just realized, I don’t know anything about you,” Imani said, “I don’t even know your real name!”

“Why do you need to know that?”

“I mean, we are a team,” Imani pointed out, “And you know my name! Why can’t I know yours? Hell, I just learned how old you are!”

“Just to hear you make fun of me,” Simon said.

“No, never,” Imani waved him off.

Getting closer to him on the couch, Imani leaned forward so they were face to face. Wanting to see what she’d do, Simon didn’t move an inch. He did not even close his legs, which were spread out, or his arm, which lay on the back of the couch. Instead, he leaned back and smirked, thinking, ‘What will she do?’

But what she did was nothing he could have suspected. Imani got close to his face, almost to the point that they were three inches apart, “If we’re gonna risk our lives for each other, there needs to be some level of trust. Don’t you think so?”

Simon couldn’t argue with that logic. But he also knows that not knowing each other isn’t a reason to not want to save a life or protect your squadmates.

“The better I know you, the better I can understand your thinking. Especially out there!”

“So, what? You want to know my favorite color or somethin?”

Letting go of his face, Imani sat back in her seat with her legs on the couch. Visually pouting and mumbling a small whatever under her breath, Imani picked up the remote and changed the channel. But Simon didn’t look away, just continued to look at her. He could tell she was upset. Mostly because he noticed her bottom lip pokes out when she's angry.

Most of the time, Simon ignores people in general. Especially those who ask about his personal life and whatnot. At most, he’ll say no to those he knows, like Soap. But for some reason, seeing her like this bothered him.

With a sigh, Simon turned his gaze back to the screen and said, “It’s black.”

“Huh,” Imani questioned, looking away from the TV.

“My favorite color. It’s black.”

Imani couldn’t help but smile a bit at that. She knew he wasn’t the type to really show anything, but he did show her this much. And she knew that took a lot for him to admit.

“You know, that doesn’t surprise me,” Imani replied, “What about-”

“Eh, eh,” Simon interrupted, “I ask now.”

“Oh, we're doing this? Alright, bet,” Imani smiled, turning herself to face him.

“What’s your favorite color?”

“Red, Purple, Gold, and Green.”

“That’s a weird combination.”

“Not together, smart ally! My turn now, when were you born?”

“Well, that’s not fair, I know yours.”

“Then you can ask me two questions, then. Now tell me!”

“January 1st, 1990.”

“Damn you old,” Imani joked.

“Screw you wanker,” Simon chuckled softly, throwing a piece of spaghetti at her, causing Imani to open her mouth and catch it mid air.

“Now you got the next two turns, old man.”

“Favorite food?”

“Steak. Medium-well. You?”

“Sunday roast. What do you like to drink?”

“Mojito. Wine. But if you want to get more specific, Gabrielle Sweet Pink Moscato. How about you?”

“Bourbon.”

“Ok,” Imani smiled, soaking up all this new found information.

“Anything else?”

“Yeah,” Imani smiled, “You have any siblings?”

The atmosphere shifted almost immediately. Imani saw a look of hurt and anger cross his eyes before he looked away from her.

Feeling like an asshole, Imani looked down at her hands, “I’m sorry. You don’t have to answer that.”

The two were in silence again for a while, just watching the random movie that Imani put on. Simon meant nothing when she asked that question, but thinking about his brother still hurt.

“I had a brother,” Simon answered softly, causing Imani to look towards him, “His name was Tommy.”

Catching how he said it in the past tense, Imani could have only guessed what happened to him. Knowing he wouldn’t want to hear anything even related to a sorry, Imani decided to share something she also found hard to talk about sometimes.

“My file,” Imani began, “Did it tell you I’m a twin?”

That caught his attention. When Price gave him Imani’s file for review, they were on their way to Solunaire. She showed mostly her basic information, such as her parents, siblings, time of service, and whatnot. But never went into too much detail behind those facts. Even her missions, which included Alpha, were redacted. So this was something new.

“You're a twin?”

“Fraternal twin,” Imani answered, a somber smile on her face, "Twins actually run on my mom’s side. My mom-mom was a twin, and my mom’s a twin. And like the overachiever she is, my mom decided to go above and beyond and have not only two sets of twins but also one set of triplets.”

“Bloody fucking hell,” Simon marveled.

“Yeah,” Imani said, “I get along well with my older brothers. Especially since they’re all married to my best friends. But Iris, my twin, hates my guts.”

“I doubt that,” Simon replied.

“When one of us went away, either for school or the service, our parents threw a going-away party. The last hurrah, as my dad says,” Imani began, “You wanna know what she said to me at mine?”

“What?”

“She said and I quote, ‘I hope the next time you come back, it’s in a body bag’,” Imani answered. Her voice cracking a bit at that, “My own sister. My own twin.”

“You didn’t have to tell-”

“I know,” Imani interrupted, “But it wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t bring up my bad memories?”

The two stared at each other for a moment, both thinking about their expected siblings. Simon remembered the last time he saw his brother, and Imani tried to remember a single good memory she had of her sister, but she always came short of one.

Before Imani could even realize what she was doing, she stuck one of her pinkies out and wrapped it around his gloved one.

“What’re you doing now?”

“Something my brother Miles did when I was sad. Rubbed off on me when I was younger,” Imani smiled at the memory, “He always said, holding pinkies when you're sad is like promising that we’ll be ok. Ever since then, I’d wrap a pinky with someone who was sad or when just saying you’re not alone.”

He doesn’t know what came over him, but something about her wrapping their pinkies and the reason had him chuckling at first, until it turned into a full-blown laugh—his first real laugh in a while.

“The fucks so funny you ass,” Imani exclaimed in fake outrage, a large smile on her face.

“You’re- You’re a nitwit!”

“And you’re a dick how about that,” Imani laughed as well.

Continuing their little game, Imani and Simon exchanged questions and answers, and of course, they exchanged their usual insults.

Especially after Simon made fun of Imani for calling football soccer.

With the promise that they’d go grocery shopping and Imani would show him all her favorite movies, shows, and games while Simon promised to teach her about the rules of the 'correct' footbal, the two finished their meals, cleaned up, and walked back to their rooms, with Alpha following closely behind.

But on the way there, Imani had one more burning question.

“Hey Ghost,” she called out when they reached their doors.

“Yeah, Umbra?”

“What’s your name? I mean your real name.”

“I thought the game was done,” he asked, his eyes raised in mock confusion.

“I mean, yeah, technically,” Imani answered, “But- You know what, never mind. Night lieutenant.”

But as Imani began to open her door, Simon reached out and covered his hand over hers, stopping her from opening any further.

“Ghost,” She asked in confusion, “What’re you doi-”

When she looked up at him, their eyes connected. Compared to what some others may think, Imani has never felt intimidated by this man, not even once. Instead, she felt drawn to him. Especially his eyes. And this could be just a delusion in her, but she thought she saw the same feeling in him.

“Ghost, what’s going-”

“Simon,” he interrupted, causing Imani to blink in confusion. Softly, Imani replied What, not understanding what he meant. “My name. It’s Simon. Simon Riley.”

‘Simon,’ Imani repeated in her head. She didn’t realize the goofy smile that came across her face or even that she repeated it in a soft and almost loving tone. Something that Simon loved to hear more than he cared to admit. He wouldn’t lie and say that the way she said his name didn’t get him in a tizzy in both his heads.

Before it could go any further, Simon let go of her hand and walked backwards a bit to his door. “Night, Imani.”

“Goodnight, Simon.”

With that, both soldiers went into their rooms, both feeling conflicted but also content with their time together. But little did they know, they’d need each other more than they’d ever realize, especially Imani.

Next: Chapter 15

Arthur's Note:

Hey everyone! I hope you enjoyed chapters 13 and 14! These chapters are a bit slower and more about setting up some future events that will come sooner or later and providing some more backstory on everyone, especially Imani.

As a massive fan of the Modern Warfare series (I was 6 when the first game came out, and I played it with my dad all the time), I decided to take some of the lore from the comics to set up Ghost's backstory. It won't follow it word for word, but it does take some inspiration. Imani's situation with her family is actually inspired by my own family! Twins and triplets run in my family.

But I'm running out of time! Next time, we'll see more of Imani and Simon's relationship and new and familiar faces! I hope you all have a good weekend and stay safe!!

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