#Yaaay for some awkward post

[wintersentry]

HIII i love wintersentry. a lot. i have for months so uh. here’s a collection of headcanons of them i’ve made over the past couple months!! (p.s. bear w me i’m new to the whole tumblr thing)

pretty sure a couple people have said this before, but bob is a clothes stealer. 100%. (i’m also obsessed with the idea of him wearing bucky’s red henley. i need to see fanart of this i will explode)

whenever bob has a hard time sleeping and/or wakes up from nightmares, bucky soothes him and his favourite thing to do to distract him from them is to tell him stories, he’ll share dumb stories from when him and steve were kids, and the first time he did it it broke bob out of his trance and sort of confused him a bit when he realised how quickly it took his brain off it. bucky definitely learned the technique from when sam would help him through nightmares. it helps to fill the silence, though

bob was SO awkward when they had their first kiss. he didn’t really know what to say, and he ended up saying something along the lines of “you taste nice” because he didn’t know what else to say. it made bucky laugh for a good 2 minutes, which then embarrassed the hell out of bob, but he definitely comforts him and kisses him some more. just tells him he’s a dork 😭😭 (i also like to think he references this on their wedding day to tease bob)

they are soft. SO INCREDIBLY SOFT. things like sleepy hugs from behind in the mornings, usually when bucky makes breakfast for the rest of the bolts and bob follows him and clings to him. soft kisses on foreheads… couch cuddles while they watch movies, bucky combing through bob’s hair with his hands…

bucky takes note of things bob likes, or if he mentions he wants something he ALWAYS makes sure he gets it for bob. bob could mention one night he wants a specific brand of chocolates, specific flavour, and by the afternoon of the next day there will be a bag of EXACTLY what he wanted bought by bucky.

bucky buys bob flowers. ON EVERY DATE. even sometimes when he makes shopping trips, he might see some really pretty flowers that remind him of bob, and he can’t leave the store without grabbing them for him. because of this habit, they definitely have several vases of flowers spread across their room, but bob will never complain about it.

bucky knows how to dance, bob doesn’t, and he gets embarrassed whenever he tries to. (this does not stop them from dancing to old love songs at 2 in the morning in the light of the refrigerator, never.)

the rest of the bolts found out about bucky and bob’s relationship probably nearly immediately, despite them trying to stay quiet about it, they failed. miserably.

they’re both addicted to instagram shorts. and they send eachother animal videos and cute cat videos. and definitely have spent several hours laying in bed watching them together.

on days when bob doesn’t have the motivation to get out of bed, bucky stays with him. he brings him meals (or gets him takeout if that’s what bob wants) and they watch movies all day together.

whenever they have vacation time, they spend it together and visit different national parks together, they both love exploring nature and hiking together, and they have a scrapbook of their adventures together. bucky always sneaks pictures of bob whenever he gets distracted, because bucky loves capturing bob’s joy.

bucky always finds little trinkets at stores that remind him of bob, so half their bedside table is covered in them.

bucky showing bob how to drive his motorcycle. motorcycle rides in general just to get them both out of the house…

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very sane about them. SO GLAD PEOPLE ARE FINALLY FINDING THEM AND LOVING THEM !!!! YAAAY

also hi!! this is my first actual post on wintersentry tumblr. nice to meet you all!!! you might recognise me from twitter because that’s where i’m more active (seriously if you search wintersentry on twitter you WILL find me in like 2 seconds 😭) but i wanna try and be more active on here because you are all super cool so… hi!!!! waves!!!

[another-lemon-tree]

First confession

pairing : non idol/txt x f/reader

genre : fluff, humour

warning : some curses

notes : the third one yaaay!! this post always kind of follow the previous one

Masterlist (you can find all the previous part and maybe the one that will comes later who knows?)

Yeonjun :

it's a saturday afternoon and you obviously spend it together like the previous weekend since you became friends

originally there was sunny weather but rain decided to show up

you two are soaking wet now

you find somewhere to hide from the rain

but with your white shirt and the rain everything can be seen under it...

and you are cold but will never admit it

Yeonjun notices it quickly and lends you his jacket

you are always cold even with the jacket on your shoulders so Yeonjun comes closer to you to stroke your arms with his hands

he looks at you closely and moves a string of your hair from your face to put it behind your ear

"Even with your hair and your makeup soaking wet, you are beautiful..."

he murmurs while continuing to warm you up with his stroking on your arms

"So beautiful I could kiss you..."

he murmured lower like it's a secret no one has to know

"I wouldn't mind"

you blurt out quietly

Yeonjun chuckles and kisses your cheek gently

omg you are blushing SO HARD

"You are blushing so hard I will end up thinking you have a crush on me, princess"

you try to find all the confidence in you to respond

"And what if it's the case?"

he blinks twice before smirking

"I would ask you to be my girlfriend"

he starts making you look in his eyes with stars in them

"You want?"

Soobin :

you saw each other for the first time after spending your nights playing together video games on phone for 4 months

he was so shy around you

you two wanted to go to a cybercafé after spending your time going around all sorts of shops

but you lost him when you tried to cross a crowded street

fortunately he finds you back in the crowd

he smirks to himself an idea blooming in his mind

he comes behind you quietly and scares you from behind

you scream the hell out of you making you and all people around you startled

to apologize he offered you a piece of your favorite cake when you arrived at the cybercafé

you play with him the rest of the afternoon there

however three boys come towards you and start to hit on you

you are so annoyed but also a little scared

Soobin sees it and started to feel so possessive towards you

in a result he decided to act like he was your boyfriend

he puts his hands on your shoulder to signify his presence to the boys and you

but also to side-eyeing them better

"Are you okay, baby?"

he asked you to act like he was your boyfriend

you were slightly shocked by his behavior but you played along

after 2 minutes the three boys are feeling awkward around you two so they go away

Soobin started to let your shoulder go then but you didn't let him and grabbed his hands

"When can I be your real girlfriend?"

you asked him with a raised eyebrow

Soobin became all red but answered you anyway

"Now"

Beomgyu :

it was Valentine's Day

he made you a letter since he didn't know how to tell you about his crush on you

but he is too shy to give it to you so he hides it all morning while avoiding you

you didn't understand why so you asked for help from all his friends

they made up a plan and you accepted it

after everyone in the friend group finish eating during the meal break the plan starts

Yeonjun said he had to see your P.E. teacher and forced Beomgyu to come with him to the gymnasium

when they reach the gymnasium he goes towards the changing room

Beomgyu was so much in his mind that he didn't react at all

Yeonjun sees you in one of the changing rooms so he pushes Beomgyu in it while the other helps him to close the door and they stay in front of it

to prevent Beomgyu from running away

"What the fuck ?!!"

he bangs on the door so many time

"We are helping you, brother !"

shouts Taehyun on the other side of the door

"What do you fucking mean—"

he starts but you cut him short by calling him by his nickname

"Gyu..."

he finally turns around and sees you in the back of the changing room fiddling with your fingers

he squeals and looks down with red on his cheeks

"Are you avoiding me, Gyu..?"

you ask a little scared of the answer he could give you

"Because it's Valentine's Day !!!"

he blurt out too fast making you frown didn't excepting that answer

when he realizes what he said he hide his face in his hands

"And what is the matter with Valentine's Day ?"

he didn't answer you he just took the letter out off his back pocket to give it to you without looking you in the eyes

you take it with a faint smile before you read it with attention

Beomgyu was waiting with his head low

"Yes, I would love to be your girlfriend"

Taehyun :

you were on the campus sitting on a bench enjoying the bright and warm weather

you two talk about everything until he starts to talk about a girl who asks him for a date

you were so jealous

VERY JEALOUS

so you stop talking and only nod while looking at your phone with an annoyed face

after some time when he finish to talk about it he looks at you and see your behavior making him roll his eyes

he puts his hand on your phone screen to make you put it down

"What? Go see your girl"

you snapped

"You didn't even listen until the end"

he whisper and come closer to your face with a smirk on his plump lips

"If you had listen to me you would hear me say that I am not interesting in her"

your eyes go wide with a faint blush

you cannot do anything than looking away avoiding his eyes

"Would you go on a date with me?"

you blink so much time without answering being so shocked

"Unless you want me to go with her-"

"NO"

he chuckle knowing so well you would answer like this

"Okay. If it's that what my girlfriend wants"

Huening Kai :

after helping him moving in you talk mostly on phone together or when you can cross his path in the corridor

one day you talked together about your hobbies and when he knows that you like to bake he confess that he always wanted to learn how to bake

so you invited him at your place every weekend to teach him

today you learn him how to make one of his favorite dessert the egg tart

but it's ended up being a mess

flour everywhere

on the counter

on the floor

on both of your hair

"Yah! Kai stop throwing flour on me!"

he didn't stop so you two start to play fight

but the fight stop the moment he pinned you between him and the kitchen counter

you breath so hard looking at him in the eyes with a slight smile

"You know, i would rather take a bite of you than the egg tart"

you blushed so hard

you definetily didn't except that

he looks at you so tenderly you almost lost your words

he lean his head on the right waiting for a reaction from you

"I will only autorize you to take a bite from me if I am your girlfriend"

[nerves-nebula]

I think one of my fave things about Abe's design is like. You somehow managed to make this guy have that eerie unsettling-ness of that One Guy you knew in highschool who was WAY too old to be anging around the highschool perfectly, or the high school senior who only dated middle schoolers or freshmen bc theyre Easy Prey and they wanna be Cool and Adult. Its that coworker at the corner store who's 23 when youre 16 and he's "got everything figured out" and like your idol. He's so...Nailed. Perfectly. He doesnt seem like a Predator TM or a Monster or a Villain or anything but he has that. Aura. That SOMETHING. That certain glint in his eye that makes you double take when you're older but I know for a FACT I would have never noticed when i was younger. You took that guy, and you perfectly encapsulated him. He's not Scary, hes kinda...doofy? No. Harmless. He has that Harmless but says some stuff that nooo its just a joke dont think too hard abt it kinda vibe. He's kinda lanky and awkward. Its kinda charming. He probably has a way with words where older folks would be like "Youre fuckin weird" but i know wi would have been enamored with. He has a face where its lax and easy and he would NEVER hurt you...but hed push boundaries. hed push just a little more each time and make you think "whats the harm".

Idk how you did it. but you nailed it perfectly from how he holds himself, to what we've seen in how he acts, to how he talks, to even how he never even is punished for what he did. besides what would probably equate to having his favorite toy taken away.

Anytime i see abe, i cant help admiring all you did to craft this guy...and then feeling that prickle up my arms and back of "Danger danger danger" that I only know I would see now as an adult.

thank yyyyoouuuu <<<333 im SO GLAD i was able to capture that vibe it's TOTALLY what i was going for. the whole concept of abe's design is "older teen you'd think is cool but would recognize as kind of scummy and a loser once you're an adult"

it's genuinely so fun to post about him and get responses like this like. not only have i tapped into the experiences people have had with people like him but i've done it in a way that makes them gush about how WEIRD THAT IS it's !!! so flattering !!! LIKE YIPPEE YAAAY IM DOING STORYTELLING FDSJFISDMFSD its sooo gratifying

thanks for taking the time to write this out it got me kicking my feet giggling <3

[simply-ozul]

yippe!! my first post yaaay :D

dont know wut to think of it so ill let you be the judge lemme know how you like it!

enjoy <3

Robin Buckley x Nancy Wheeler || just a fluffy oneshot ft. flustered Robin and adoring Nancy

Just a Lovely Thing Like You is Fine

Nancy was never one for huge gifts or gestures; she usually preferred spending private quality time with her loved ones at home, on a picnic, or even a walk through the park. It’s the little things, y’know? At least, for her it is. Seeing as she spent the majority of her teen years hunting and being hunted by interdimensional monsters and sociopathic murderers with unexplainable mind abilities.

However, it was a little different with one Robin Buckley. Nancy knew the girl was dirt poor, to put it simply. She couldn’t afford fancy gifts, or shiny jewelry, but Nancy didn’t really want any of that anyway. Despite this, Robin still insisted on proudly presenting things to her girlfriend.

She’d write her little letters with mixed phrases from different languages she’s learned over the years, giving little translations on the back of the page with little colored heart doodles all over the paper. She’d make little crafts that Nancy absolutely adored, and she knew Robin poured all her love and appreciation into the little lop-sided clay swan holding a little stick that was poorly shaped into a shotgun she’d given Nancy for her birthday.

Nancy placed it carefully on her bathroom sink so she’d be able to look at it during her morning and evening routine, smiling the entire time.

However, Nancy’s favorite thing Robin gave her was something so simple and cliche. Flowers. Nancy wanted to laugh at herself in disbelief sometimes. Flowers? Really Nancy?

But then again, Nancy could argue that the little adorable twist Robin put to it made Nancy’s heart swell, squeeze and melt all at once. She’d always show up to Nancy’s door, hands and knees covered in dirt while it had somehow smeared everywhere else on her body. She’ll never forget the first time Robin gave her flowers.

As soon as Nancy pulls open the door, her eyes widen in surprise. Robin. Sweet, sweet Robin. The shaggy-haired girl held a clutch of beautifully bright wildflowers in her hands, the stems uneven and slightly bent or broken in some areas. The taller raised the fist of color, eyes big and puppy-like as she looks at Nancy with a ducked head. The brunette can see the light dust a pink glowing beneath her freckles—as well as noticing the smear of dirt across her cheekbone.

“Um… I got you flowers.” She mumbles shyly, before straightening in a rush to continue. “And I know you’re not really a huge fan of gifts or whatever, but… I was walking home after dog-sitting and I noticed them in a ditch, and they were so colorful and felt like a perfect gift so I couldn’t not pick them, y’know? I tried to pick them as carefully as I could but it was really hard to hold and pick flowers at the same time, and I basically ran to your house to give them to you, and some of the petals fell off and I just,” Robin pauses, forcing herself to quit her babbling. Nancy can only blink, mouth slightly agape as she listens. “They’re pretty. They reminded me of you.” She finishes with a shrug, shuffling on her feet.

After an awkward amount of silence, Robin backtracks. “I get it, you probably think it’s stupid, right? I mean, wildflowers? They’re practically weeds and store-bought ones are so much prettier. Even then, flowers are such a dumb tradition anyway—“

“You picked them for me?” 

Robin chokes to a stop, head jerking a bit in surprise.

“I- yeah? Did you want ones from the store instead…?” She trails off with a squeak. The flowers in her hand sink as Robin deflates.

Nancy can’t help but smile, huffing through her nose. She finally pushes through the doorway, stepping in front of her girlfriend. She looks at her through her lashes. Her hand reaches up to brush against the tight hold Robin has on the flowers, and her fist loosens. Nancy gently pries the flowers out of the tense girl’s grasp, bringing them up to her face, partially to smell them as well as hide her face.

“They’re beautiful, Robin.” Nancy whispers. She can’t stop the giggle escaping her throat when Robin dramatically deflates in relief.

“Holy shit. I was worried you’d hate them or something. I spent like thirty minutes picking out the prettiest ones and now there’s dirt under my nails and it sucks big time, but it’s so worth it now that I know for sure you like them. I mean, you do, right?”

Nancy laughs, bringing her unoccupied hand up to caress Robin’s cheek. The fumbling girl pauses, breath hitching, unable to help herself as she leans into the touch. Pushing herself onto her toes, Nancy leans forward to press a kiss to the corner of Robin’s mouth.

“Thank you, Robbie. I love them.” Robin freezes, eyes wide and sparkling. Nancy’s brows furrow in concern; had Robin stopped breathing? She’s about to check when the lanky girl clears her throat and nods, rubbing her sweaty palms against her jeans while she looks away. Nancy bites her lip at the red that blossoms up from Robin’s neck to across her cheeks and nose, trying her hardest to keep her grin from growing. Her cheeks hurt, she doesn’t care.

“Good, good. That’s good.” Robin stutters. She looks shyly to Nancy once again, opening and closing her mouth for a moment. Nancy raises a perfect eyebrow questioningly. Finally, she squeaks out,

“Could you do that again?” Nancy laughs.

[more-thoughts-than-money]

Born “gifted”; grown chronically depressed

// long, personal post. basically a tutorial on express therapy (and by express I mean 10 years of rationalising, learning psychology on myself and fictional characters + 48 hours of not sleeping)

When I was grieving I spent 48 hours sleepless

it’s not that I couldn’t sleep. I’ve been on insomnia medication for 3 years now. I just had to “have a reason” and time to actually acknowledge my emotion and thoughts which caused my body to struggle with setting a “proper” circadian rhythm

Living with a 5 person family in basically a studio flat for 13 years of my life low-key harmed my ability to think and “feel” without privy eyes

this accidentally sent my brain into survival mode where I could only “think rationally” at night

So when we moved out and I got to have a room of my own

that’s when *serious* sleep problems started

my brain would just REFUSE to shut the fuck up

first off I was used to tv noise while falling asleep

i fixed it up with some rain sounds or watching ATLA when I was feeling funky

it distracted me enough

still I wouldn’t fucking sleep.

because my brain didn’t feel like it

probably hyperactivity which I could never “treat” with sport as an asthmatic kid

also an outcast but it is what it is

unable to name the cause of my insomnia I would just head to sleep at 10pm. Two reasons for that:

a) you know what they say! Don’t trust your thoughts after 10PM

b) 8h of sleep is THE healthy amount. And it seems like my brain likes waking up early for whatever reason!

yeah also I went through a fair share of medication before they got it right

anyways whoops I’m depressed now. Very depressed and even more anxious. Day by day my brain is giving me more compulsive behaviours and thoughts! Yaaay!

so I went through a 3 years worth of antidepressants

also a lot of unintended research (thanks, tiktok.)

basically I “subconsciously” KNEW what my problem is but “consciously” my brain refused I acknowledge it because haha living in the state of constant survival mode is way more fun! right?

right?

basically it was like being a doctor and being pretty certain about the diagnosis but having to go to some other doctor to objectively either confirm or discard my diagnosis

yeah anyways I changed medication, SNRI, venlafaxine

known to help some adhd folk with severe vegetative depression for “no reason”

Yeah basically my new psychiatrist kept on upping the dose until I got “a kick in the ass” so we know it works

and then my aunt died.

wELL my workaholic and emotionally constipated child brain would NOT acknowledge it

hell you’d catch me dead before I’d admit that I felt shitty but didn’t know how to deal with that because at the same time I “saw it coming”

No one ever told me she’s sick

I just saw her hair loss (or rather a sudden haircut change and awkward silence that followed) and had some foggy memory of someone saying her sister died of cancer

Mind you I don’t fucking remember my childhood that well

hell I don’t remember it at all but it is what it is

I just “know” some things and some are more of a “hunch”

I have this information buried in my brain but I can’t recall how it got there, ykwim?

yeah basically I was suspecting she’s dying of cancer but I was trying to stay optimistic and told myself I’m “overthinking it”

and I thought the mourning was “good enough of a reason” to stay up for 48 hours, write down my “thoughts” and wail all day long (yes, everyone gave me shit for crying growing up, how did you know?)

anyways yeah I did this and suddenly I “solved” the root of ALL my anxieties and minor paranoias.

as if it was a fucking riddle. Or a fucking house MD episode.

I hope you can understand WHY I’m so livid.

I SPENT OVER 3 YEARS ON ANTIDEPRESSANTS AND MADE ONE THERAPIST CRY JUST BECAUSE MY BRAIN WENT SO FAR INTO THE SURVIVAL MODE EVERY TIME I INTERACTED WITH A HUMAN BEING. IM JUST FUCKING AUTISTIC AND TRAUMATISED NOT “ANXIOUS” AND “PARANOID”

OH FOR FUCKS SAKE

Also I’m fucking dyslexic. But hyperlexic at the same time. I mean I’m hyperlexic in my native language, and I “remember” the spellings so I went undiagnosed

but I love technology. I want to be a CS student and then I’ll see where I can go from here. I’d love to work on an online learning platform for “gifted” children

y’know so they don’t lose their childhood but at the same time can associate learning with something nice and actually enjoyable

I think a lot of “gifted kid burnout” comes from the | dopamine <—> habit making | mechanism

so if children can learn they don’t HAVE TO be good at every subject and learn their “strengths and weaknesses” early on

Hardships later on won’t be as depressing

cause hey maybe I’m not the best at english but I know a lot about maths and I like maths and maybe when I grow older I can be a mathematician!!

you see what I mean?

at least this is what I’m trying to do for myself

generational trauma and neurodivergency running in the family made me develop some shitty coping mechanisms (example - perfectionism in order to cope with my actual time blindness and the “need” for structure while hating organisation and refusing “unreasonable” authority)

I wasn’t raised catholic, not really

nor was I raised queer lol

but my brain reacted to religion the same way people who went through religious trauma did

basically I put myself through religious trauma on accident!

fun, aye?

what I mean is, I grew up religious because that’s what “felt right”

tradition and all that

and then I realised the catholics hate me for no fucking reason

and then I thought “well fuck you too!” And called myself an atheist

later it went into agnostic

and a couple of weeks back I grew OBSESSED with religion

christian one I mean

Fuck I even started reading the nsrv bible in english (!)

and then I tried to interpret it “by myself” using some historical context and googling some stuff

WHAAAAAAAT! Turns out the bible is a product of its own time and is not to be taken literally!

That’s crazy innit?

Yeah and then I realised all of my recent hyperfixations (last two years) were a silent ways of rationalising ALL my “unreasonable” anxiety and trauma caused by; you guessed it

NOT UNDERSTANDING SYMBOLISM AND SOCIAL CUES AS IT IS

IN MY NATIVE FUCKING LANGUAGE

I can learn *any* language

I just need some books, movies, music in said language

But don’t ask me about any grammar. I don’t care about grammar. And you can’t make me. Idfk what present simple is but I can shove it so far up your ass your own mother won’t recognise you. so yeah

I’m great at learning languages cause they’re a “brainless” work for me

I mean

I learn languages for fun - it’s a tool to communicate with broader audience AND find more knowledge on the internet (I Google EVERYTHING in english)

and when someone tries to make it into an actual job of mine. This is when it goes downhill.

also english being coded as “language of knowledge” is my “main” language

my native language is way more complicated and I never really had to acknowledge my emotion in polish

I mean maybe I did but I just never wanted to cause I never learned that! English in comparison is simple. It allows me to communicate simple ideas without the need to “sound smart”

this and isolation from my peers (kids are bastards) gave me an actual “language barrier”

which isn’t the case really

it was just my overthinking

I started enjoying polish music way more recently cause I can never get the lyrics

so I listen only to what sounds “cool”

in english on the other hand the most of my music taste was built around midwestern emo and folk punk

cause I listened only to songs that felt “somewhat relatable”

yeah all of that understanding makes me want to write an essay but i kind of don’t care and I’m too lazy to do that!

so yeah this is how I “cured” my compulsions, anxiety, depression, irritability and perfectionism. By having fucking adhd and being a massive nerd. because I would hyperfixate on linux, customisation, open source applications, cybersecurity, programming

turns out I’m great at maths since I KNOW HOW to solve the problems

My brain is just too quick to do it step by step so I tend to skip and get lost in my own fuckin notebook 💀

schooling just made me believe I suck at maths and i should actually kms for trying to improve at it /hj /lh

And I suck at my own language. I know a lot of “complicated” words and can deduce what certain words mean (logically) but I have issues adapting my language to my listeners. I either cuss every other word (too comfortable; thanks mom LMFAO)

Or I speak like an university professor. To my peers. And they don’t know what the fuck is going on. And I end up isolating myself because of crippling fear of being misinterpreted. And people think I don’t have a sense of humour whatsoever because I don’t “get” jokes. But I joke a lot and am very sarcastic cause that’s just how I am. God damn it

When were y’all going to tell me not everyone thinks I want to use them and be a bastard overall when I need to ask someone for help. when. were. you.

icb I had to go to paid therapy, feed myself some subliminal messaging, deprive myself of sleep for 48 hours, force myself to talk to my dad about things I don’t understand or scare me, go manic for a week on venlafaxine, my aunt had to die and I had to have a reason not to go to school for 2 days for me to actually acknowledge my emotion instead of rationalising it.

also everyone in school + my therapist thinks I’m still manic and in need of hospitalisation. How do I even begin to explain it’s not that I have superiority complex, and I just realised I’m hella smart, just in a pretty unexpected way….. because thorough my entire life I never acknowledged it for the sake of being “humble”. bitch it’s not humble it’s the lack of self worth and being someone else’s doormat.

y’all think that if I say “house md and one tumblr post cured me” they’ll let me off the radar?

no honestly I have too much to catch up on (maths, c++, reading in POLISH, and learning German for fun) to actually care about “depressing” things of this world

I mean sure it does sound unhealthy in hindsight

but thing is

this is the first time in my life where I don’t feel hopeless both about present AND the future

and I guess that’s enough for now

I have “a goal” and that’s enough

Later I might catch a job as an actual university professor. Maths or computer science. Biology or physics maybe?

it gives me an excuse to be “eccentric” lol

cause the students are here to learn not to make fun of who I am and focus on that

sure it’s a funny anecdote to mention like “dude my physics teacher is fucking nuts but at least his lectures are interesting”

and that’s all I care about

I get to express myself instead of internalising anything

and the students get to learn

yay and yay

mutual benefit!

yeah anyway fuck I have so much shit to catch up on and I’m so lazy I actually have to reorganise my room and desk so I don’t try to do my homework in bed……. (Yes I was THAT depressed and lazy)

when I do my chores in bed I keep on losing my pens and I’m one minor inconvenience away from doing something I might not particularly want to do…….

yah

thats it I guess

If this post made anyone realise something (“connect some dots”)

congrats and I’m sorry you had to find out this way LMFAO

if not

scroll ahead, not the target audience probably

[death-in-a-handbasket]

i’m on my way to gather around the campfire i am Ready to talk about freaking phillippe YIPPEE

i’m very happy you believe i will do my best to live up to your expectations now :3 honestly i would like dms but im easily scared and awkward… and i like my anonymity. keep the freak undercover🤫 i will update you though do not fret

getting used to exploding my weird guys in my mind and also getting used to thinking more than 1 coherent train of freak thought about them. we are already seeing improvement YAAAY

HELL YEAHHH join me in my freak adventures (speaking of which I'll probably be posting More of him soon, I have a bunch of backlogged art n stuff)(I'm considering making some kind of link to my nsfw stuff because tumblr HATES philippe sex and had nerfed my post all three times I've tried to put up my pics of him rawdogging launderer)

I have no grand expectations, so feel no pressure, just fulfill yourself, that's what really matters honestly. also I too am frankly kind of awkward, so by all means do what makes you comfortable dear

exploding guys in the brain does indeed take practice and I'm so glad you are feeling better about it :D improvement always feels good bro >:)

sorry it took me a while to get to this ask, I got hammered with school hell </33

[shadowcutie]

Ooooh actually... Dragon Age The Veilguard? Pretty decent so far, I'm not that far into it just a couple hours but it seems good.

edit post finishing the game: really enjoyed the game, more thoughts below

I don't know if it will make sense... but it feels like an in-the-same-universe continuation of just the Trespasser DLC specifically and not (yet) like a game in the Dragon Age series. I'm thinking that feeling will go away as I play more and get back into the Dragon Age mindset--it has been many many years since I last played the games.

Honestly I had a lot of pessimistic thoughts and feelings going in, but I think it's turning into optimism; though still some worry regarding the cameos and Solas stuff so I'm not completely lovestruck with the game just yet. I mean I haven't even met Lucanis or Emmrich yet.

I don't know if this is how I want my Rook to look just yet, but for now (and maybe forever since I do have a habit of sticking to the first design I pick) here she is, Mahris Mercar.

My main canon Inquisitior is Trevelyan romancing Cullen HOWEVER... I caved and picked Lavellan romancing Solas as my Inquisitior. I just wanted to jump straight into the angst.

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Edit with thoughts post finishing the game:::

I really liked the game! There were many issues (kinda preachy writing at times, overexplained and underexplained lore, sanitized world, Rook being talked at but not really being apart of any of the conversations with companions, etc) but frankly none of them came close to ruining the experience; the game on the whole feels like a fanfiction that went HEAVY on the headcanons to the point that a veteran would be confused and potentially disappointed by all the changes and new lore--but would enjoy so long as they got into the vibes. Which I did, so yay! I suspect a lot of questions would have been answered had I read the comics/books/non-game media but like... I hate when games do that--lore outside the confines of the games does not exist to me.

The combat is the best of the series, the graphics and artstyle (which looked ugly to me in the previews) were nice especially the hair, I've seen people say that the 'choices did not matter' and whatever sure I guess but I didn't actually mind I guess? I FELT like Rook was doing shit and even if that wasn't true it's good enough for me--I'm a lover not a hater (you could also say I'm uncritical and a surface deep enjoyer and you would be correct) - (anyways I kind of like the 'no wrong choices' for the companion quests thing going on so yaaay). 'The companions all like each other!' ok? Cool. Wouldn't you get bored of the companions all disliking each other every time? I think it's cool, one game where they’re all friends isn’t going to kill you the other games still exist with their tumultuous relationships, found family blah blah blah--my issue with this point is that Rook doesn't...feel apart of it really they're the observer and get to hear about the companions becoming friends but they never really get to join in the fun.

So far I've only played Lucanis' romance but it felt... underwhelming due to the severe lack of content. I often felt as if my flirting was met with nothing--and not in the shy and awkward sidestepping way but in the they didn't write/voice/code a response way. Which is a shame as Lucanis has like... one of the most romantic scenes ever?? lmao

I'm also very pissed off that -to my understanding- Lucanis is permanently locked out of romance if you don't save Treviso whereas Neve is only temporarily locked out if you don't save Minrathous; that alone is annoying but Lucanis ROMANCES NEVE (if you don't romance either of them)?????????????? BITCH Neve makes the same goddamn decision and yet you punish Rook alone for it?? It honestly feels as if Lucanis was only ever supposed to romance Neve, but at the last minute they decided to make him romanceable by Rook.

I found the cameo appearances inoffensive which is a big win, and happy that Fenris and Zevran didn't appear--they can avoid any potential ruination that way. Happy Solas/Lavellan ending yaaay I wish the Inquisitor played a bigger part, I don't see why they were so 'tied up with the happenings outside of Tevinter' as they--regardless of romance with Solas--should have been on his heels hunting him (they have more experience dealing with him over some randoms)... but whatever... Cried over Varric dying I honestly didn't see it coming though I was suspicious after he wasn't healing--but never questioned it I think I just assumed the writers forgot about him lol

Didn't expect to like the companions that much but I loved Lucanis, Bellara, Davrin, Emmrich, and Neve. I liked the very brief moments with Harding in DAI and I just... I didn't like her in DATV. And I have no words for Taash, add them to the pile of companions I dislike and never want to see ever ever again! Their storyline however to my dismay is kind of one of the more fleshed out ones.

Not my favorite of the series, but also maybe is (in some aspects)? I mean that's how I feel about every Dragon Age game since I like them all so much. I think for a direct sequel this many years later it was probably the best we could have hoped for (in comparison to Baldur's Gate 1/2 + Baldur's Gate 3 and Mass Effect 1/2/3 + Mass Effect Andromeda which were same universe sequels not direct sequels - which really only had to live up to having the same setting rather than the continuation of the same storylines) and did not ruin Dragon Age for me like I had worried might happen thank god. I have to worry about the Executors nonsense for any future games now though... I was hoping that any future DA game would be more of a same universe different plot scenario but I guess not lmao SIGH... let's hope we don't beat the dead horse too badly.

[maythedreadwolftakeyou]

session 11: finishing the Urn of Sacred Ashes quest, and regrouping back at camp

Another fairly straightforward evening. One last (annoying) battle to clear out the caverns for me, and then onto the mountain top. After Setna asked "wait, IS the dragon Andraste reborn?" and got mad at me for being like "idk we killed Kolgrim so i guess we'll never know", I decided to just tell her the alternate things that could be happening at each step. So in sneaking over the mountian pass, how if you joined his cult he'd call the dragon down and take some blood to give you to defile the ashes. She REALLY wanted a way to be friends with the dragon/stop dragonlings and drakes from attacking us in the future, but I did tell her it wouldn't work that way even if you took the deal.

Into the gauntlet! The Guardian chat went fine, but when it started talking about Tamlen and her warden Coe's past, she didn't want to tell it. She decided that Coe does feel a little guilty about what happened but that Tamlen was the one dragging them both into trouble--and now she's tainted and will eventually die from the Blight if not during the game itself. She stayed guarded and refused to tell the Guardien her true feelings. Alistair and Leliana engaged with the Guardian (though did not find it comfortable), Morrigan brushes the Guardian off--which Setna thought was too bad/wanted to know the most about Morrigan's secrets, but couldn't blame her since Coe did the same thing.

Anyway, onto the riddles! Each of the ghosts in the chamber is someone related to Andraste, so I did try to give a little backstory/context to the more notable ones like Shartan and Mafareth. Turns out Setna is really bad at riddles so we did have to fight 3 of the 8, i helped out at the end to get us through. The battle with our ghostly selves was ANNOYINGLY DIFFICULT as always but we managed in a couple tries. Then I cheated and looked up a guide for the bridge puzzle after 5 minutes of failing to work it out since it's not very entertaining to watch someone else mess up a puzzle on repeat. At the final little challenge, Setna was confused about the "leave your equipment" option until I clarified it just meant getting temporarily naked, not giving up all your worldly goods forever. Aaaand then we grabed some ashes! no defiling happened, since we already killed Kolgrim. so i went ahead and also explained how that would have turned out here, with Leliana turning on us included, and how companions in this game have crisis points/lines in the sand where they will call you out or stand against you if you go against their belief. She thought that was pretty interesting and asked if we'd passed any others, and I said I'd mention them as we go along if she missed them (though I think I do need to tell her next time that Sten would object if she'd brought him along to Haven, i forgot about that).

Then, back to camp! Leliana approached us with a compliment about the Warden's hair and then a silly story about birds in wigs, at which point Setna caught on that she is both 1. awkward 2. bad at flirting lmao. Setna did NOT want to accidentally start a romance here, so was very careful in only picking "friendly" options for the convo. And then when we got to Zevran was annoyed that he isn't pursuing Coe more ardently yet, since she DOES want to romance him (and said that she didn't originally think she was gonna romance anyone in this game, but now really wants him to fall in love with her character lmao). Zevran did however ask about the warden's plans for him post game, and Coe said he was free of all debts but she wouldn't mind seeing where things went if he did decide he wanted to stay. You really do have to twist all conversations, to get him to talk about feelings at all early on in the game, whew! We also gave him his Antivan boots--yaaay gift :) but he brings up how now some "prostitutes, fish chowder, and a corrupt politician would make him feel right at home" and Setna did NOT like that he was bringing up prostitutes instead of flirting more with her warden lmao. I did point out he was raised in a brothel so he can just mean that it reminds him of home, not that he wanted to sleep around. Anyway, at least his meter now says "interested" not just "warm". Also parceled out non-plot gifts to Morrigan, Wynne, Lelianna, and Alistair but didn't trigger any other convos, aside from asking if Wynne felt better (but no further admissions from Wynne on that front yet).

Ended the night there! Next week bringing the ashes to the arl, and picking one of the next major quests. She's been really interested in the Dwarves and Deep Roads since we haven't gotten much information about them yet, so I imagine that will probably be her next pick.

Setna Plays DAO

this post thread will be part 2! find all of part 1 here

session 8: last time we wrapped up saving Conner, and getting the Urn of Sacred Ashes quest. now first up, camp chats! going to readmore these posts now to avoid them getting too long, so details below the cut.

our bro Alistair first--my friend likes that he's funny, but also that you can be a little snarky to him and he just rolls his eyes and accepts it as a joke. he gives us the heartfelt "thank you for helping out Eamon's (and his) family" speech, since we went out of our way to save Connor. Setna remarks that she thinks at some point he may attempt getting romantic with us and we'll have to shoot him down--this is def a possibility though she hasn't taken too many of the overly nice and none of the flirty lines with him, so i'm actually not sure if that will trigger or not. Wynne's here now, so we chatted with her next, and i revealed the Age Conundrum--fwiw i think the bioware writers are just bad at math, she's clearly supposed to be around 70 not 50. i think the dates given in the tie in novels were just thrown out there with less thought. worth a chuckle though!

for tonight's adventuring, I took us on a detour from the main story to go get Shale. grabbed the control rod, skipped down to Honleath (triggering the cutscene with Howe, Loghain, and Anora confronting him--I pointed out after that Howe is voiced by Tim Curry and she's excited to see more of that later lol), fought through the town & insanely large community basement/wilhelm's lab. along the way i accidentally clicked morrigan and i guess she got a +1 approval somewhere because she asked us to search for the Grimoire, which we did in fact already pick up in the tower.

Agreed to go search for Amalia, lied to Kitty, STRUGGLED my way thru the damn tile puzzle, and sent Amalia running back to daddy while we took out Kitty. then finally out to wake up Shale with the correct password! fantastic news is my friend LOVES Shale (going to stick to "it" pronouns until the reveal bc i am trying SO hard not to slip up in person), specifically that it jokes to her and seems to like when she jokes back. we had a lot of follow up discussion about what exactly a golem is, at least with the current knowledge from the game. Shale agrees to come with us so it's back to camp!

first convo with Shale confirms Setna's love for it. next a round of basic gifts to get the gang warmed up to us a little more, which unlocks Morrigan's backstory dialogue about the stolen mirror Flemmeth smashed, and Wynne's nervous check-in on our thoughts about Abominations. Also triggers Alistair's asking to go visit Goldanna in Denerim, and she was annoyed that agreeing to this is less +approval than giving him a funny runestone we found. I tell her how beautiful Sten loves fancy paintings and she says "that makes sense" to which I go "what" and she refuses to elaborate. Zevran has no new dialogue for us and she threatens to turn him down if he asks for a date and sees me go 😭 at the thought. Then we go hand over Flemmeth's Grimoire to Morrigan, and have a chat about Morrigan's growth over the past sessions/how she's starting to open up, yay. she still feels most attached to her and Alistair, since they've been with us from the start, and have had the most chances to get to know them.

ended with just a couple codexes to read at the end of the night. decided next time we'll start the ashes quest, since Teagan asked and she doesn't like leaving things open ended... and i will quietly go off and check what levels things are there bc i usually save it for the end, uh oh

[ryuichirou]

some nsfw lilidia headcanons? 🫣

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Anonymous asked:

💙 ANON HERE

I REALIZED I NEVER ASKED FOR THE LILIDIA HC!!!

Anyways we know the drill.

Lilidia head canons food please 😌🤲

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Yesss finally, people are asking for Lilidia headcanons! FINALLY… I’ve been training my whole life for this.

Once again, I am very happy you guys are enjoying Lilia/Idia, this is so special and so fun.

A quick note before we start: we’re obviously posting this way before Crimson Muscle and Gloomy Samurai meet irl, if you know what I mean, so these headcanons are more speculative than usual. I’ll just cross my fingers and wish that every single thing I’m about to describe becomes canon lol

With that out of the way, the headcanons:

When Idia first realised that his gaming buddy he’d been crushing on is actually Lilia, he got a little bit concerned, because Lilia is quite different from the image of an experienced and mature dominant older man he had in his head. With the way Lilia looks and acts, he is definitely not Idia’s type, or at least he thought he wasn’t until they got into bed and Lilia unleashed his dominant older man power on poor Idia. After that, the realisation hit Idia again: wow, it really is Crimson Muscle-shi, huh.

Lilia is quite amused by Idia. Firstly, the whole situation about him being Gloomy Samurai is still funny to Lilia, not to mention that it was painfully obvious that his gaming buddy had a crush on him. And it’s one thing to see it in how awkward he gets in the chat sometimes, but seeing him all flustered and nervous and panicking because he’s just a socially inept virgin who doesn’t know what to do with his crush? Lilia’s always had a soft spot for introverts. But what Lilia never expected is that he would get to have sex with a Shroud. Pink hair yaaay~

Before the realisation that Crimson Muscle is Lilia, Idia had sex dreams about him, even though the image of the man was very vague and kind of like a combination of certain traits Idia would find attractive, or just his avatar character. Although what Idia does remember very well every morning is the way the man groped and fucked him in his dreams. It goes without saying, but these dreams always leave Idia very horny and frustrated. Idia finds this whole thing extremely cringy and embarrassing, but at the same time he can’t really help it. When he first saw Lilia himself in his dream, it became even more embarrassing. And even more arousing for some reason.

Sometimes the way Crimson Muscle replies to him in chat leaves Idia kind of horny. This mysterious man just has this weird ability to transform Idia from smug and confident into shy and trembling inside in one sentence. And when Lilia gets intentionally flirty, Idia is completely at his mercy. Lilia has tons of fun with how obvious Idia’s reactions are even through the monitor: he had sensed that Gloomy Samurai is quite submissive way before he found out that he is Idia.

And Lilia himself is, once again, very dominant. He is definitely going to act cutely at first, just to flirt and playfully mess with Idia, but when he sees that the cute part doesn’t really do anything but make him uncomfortable (which is also fun for Lilia, to be fair), he’ll start treating him the way he’s always treated the boys he’s slept with: with teasing, but demanding tone, experienced yet very selfish and greedy touch, and actions that would be too much for a regular pillow-princess type of a virgin, but perfect for Idia.

Lilia is very talkative. Sometimes he is playful and even mocking: he’s asking Idia embarrassing questions about how he feels and comments on how tight and tense he is. But it’s not like he’s all fluffy, sometimes his comments get quite harsh and degrading, especially since he sees that Idia enjoys it when he’s being mean to him. It’s not unnatural for general Vanrouge to talk to his lover this way though, he’s done much, much worse.

It’s also not unusual for Idia to mention some bizarre sex thing he’s seen in some hentai as a joke, and Lilia’s reaction is almost always “yeah, I’ve done it”. This scares Idia, but at the same time kind of intrigues him. Although he’s always afraid that Lilia is just trolling him (he isn’t). Or even worse: if Idia expresses that he doesn’t believe Lilia, he’s just going to do that thing with him to prove a point (he really is going to).

Lilia is definitely taking advantage of the fact that he can float, both with regular sex and oral. Idia is very tall, but it’s never an issue for Lilia: he can reach his butt literally whenever he wants. Sometimes as a surprise, just because he enjoys the way Idia flinches and jumps when spooked.

Lilia bites. He’s not as horrible as the tweels, but he does like to leave a bite mark or two on Idia’s neck, when he gets especially aroused during sex. It’s like Idia is dating a vampire or something…

I feel like I owe this one to people: Lilia is bigger than he is supposed to be logically and anatomically. He’s not as monstrously big as I (half-jokingly) draw him, but still big enough to make Idia feel him surprisingly deep and choke on him. To Idia, it really does feel like he is inside some hentai doujin sometimes. Especially when Lilia fills Idia, and Idia feels like he’s about to pass out, because this isn’t even a cream pie anymore, this is something indescribable.

[diegos-butt]

Cavillmas day 11 - fake dating

Walter Marshall x (f)reader

Summary: You asked your long time best friend Walter to play your boyfriend at a Christmas party. Do you have a crush on him? Yes. Will this be fluffy? Of course.

Warnings: like none? pining maybe. walter being walter. walter being cute. idk risk of falling in love with walter? cringy? just read for yourself and seeee.

Wordcount: 4.1k

A/N: yaaay my fic for cavillmas from @cavillsthighs is here! i hope you guys enjoy it, i certainly loved writing it.

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I was walking home in the cold, the fresh fallen snow cracking underneath my boots. Christmas was around the corner, and I was loving almost every second of it. The cold, the snow, the cosy sweaters, the Christmas lights; I could go on and on. The thing I didn’t like about this season? Being single.

Being single during Christmas was like forgetting to put on a jacket on that spring day that actually wasn’t warm enough to spend without a jacket, so you’d be uncomfortable the entire day. Therefore, I managed to get out of as many Christmas parties as possible, but there was one I couldn’t skip.

The one my best friend Lucy threw every year. And every year she told me it was fine if I came by myself, but every year I felt awkward as there were so many couples. It seemed like she managed to only befriend coupled people, except me.

This year I had tried to get a date. I downloaded various dating apps, did some swiping, and went on a few dates. Well, three to be precise, two to be exactly precise. Tonight, I saw date number three sitting at the bar we were supposed to meet, and the creepy vibe he gave me made me turn around instantly.

Walter would be proud of me, I thought. The detective and I had been friends for quite some time. We became friends when we had started the police academy at the same time. He managed to finish it, I was too stubborn and hard-headed. While I was one of the best of the class, alongside Walter, I quit. I couldn’t work by all those rules, if I wanted to do something to safe someone (even if it meant going into a dangerous situation all alone), I did it.

Yet, Walter and I stayed in touch. I mostly talked and he groaned or huffed, but it worked. I smiled as I thought of him, it had been obvious to everyone around me I didn’t think of the detective as a friend, but that was all we were. He had even been married when we became friends. But he had been divorced for quite some time now, he hadn’t even been dating.

I reached my home, and I was about to open the front door when an idea struck me. Quickly turning back around, I started walking into the snow again. I had no idea if it would work, or if he’d agree, but I just really didn’t want to be alone again at that party.

The walk was short, thankfully Walter lived close to me after the divorce and moved into an apartment in my neighbourhood. His apartment being poorly decorated though. I walked up the stairs to his floor, and banged on his front door. On the way there I stopped to get some take out, knowing if I wanted my plan to work, I needed some leverage.

The door swung open, and the detective filled the door post. His curls wild, dark circles under his eyes, a sweater, and sweatpants. Don’t look down, do not look down. I repeated the mantra in my head, I had made the mistake before and after that I had to avoid him for a week. I didn’t trust myself to not jump him so the image of his package (the name I had given it) had to be removed from my mind.

“I brought food!” I smiled and held up the paper brown bags.

“You know I can see that?” Walter said, and stepped out of the doorway to let me walk past him. My shoulder brushed against his chest, and I quickly walked over to the couch. I heard him walking to the kitchen, grabbing a set of plates. He came back just in time to watch me kick of my sneakers and get comfortable on the couch.

“That’s my spot.”

“No, it’s my spot you so kindly kept warm.” I grinned at him, and watched him shake his head and take place next to me. For someone who wasn’t friends with many people, and someone who wasn’t a very touchy person; he always sat pretty close to me. But I guessed that was because he felt comfortable around me. My best friend Lucy had joked about it, saying he was into me. I had always laughed it off, but right now it could work in my advantage. If I wanted this plan to work even.

“The least you can do is give me the food if you keep acting like this is your house,” Walter said, and the sparkle in his eyes told me he was glad I did that, making myself at home. I gave him the bags, and he carefully divided the foods between our plates. We immediately started eating, Walter wasn’t much of a talker, so we watched the soap opera that played on the channel the tv was on.

“How was your day?” he asked after we finished eating. I sighed, leaning back against the soft cushions, and stretching my legs out in front of me, resting them on Walter’s lap. His rough hand caressed my ankle, sending a shiver down my spine.

“It was fine. Work was boring. Made myself some healthy but boring dinner. Enjoyed the snow. Took a nice walk here. Nothing very interesting though. Yours?” I started to get a bit restless, why did I even think it was a great idea to come here with that stupid plan?

“Fine,” he just muttered, he shifted a bit and focussed his gaze on my ankles again that he was still caressing. If the bags under his eyes hadn’t told me, this reaction would’ve told me enough; he had had a hard day and he did not want to talk about it. And that was okay, every once in a while he did come to me to talk about it. He knew when his head was too full.

“So, why are you really here? I know you don’t like leaving your house after 8 for no reason, so spill it.” His eyes were back on mine, looking right through me. You could say what you want about him, but he was a detective in his heart and soul, and he knew me like the back of his hand. Well, almost. God, why did he have to wear that stupid sweater that makes him look so cuddly?

He scraped his throat, and it took me back to the moment. His eyebrows furrowed, an expecting look in his eyes. If I thought I could get out there without giving him an answer, I was so wrong.

“Oh, nothing. Just wanted to inform you we are going to a Christmas party this Friday, at Lucy’s, and you will pretend to be my boyfriend.” I decided it was best to be honest, this man had no time for bullshit, and he would know when I’d lie.

“Sorry, what?” he said confused, his fingers on my ankle stopping their movement. Oh, boy.

“You heard that right. Wear something pretty, okay? I’ll probably be wearing green, so just go with black,” I quickly answered and pulled my legs back. I grabbed my shoes, and tried to put them on but a hand stopped me.

“Hold up, you want me to pretend to be your man for the night? And what’s in it for me?” Walter asked.

“Yes, and nothing really. Free booze, fun night out with me; that should be enough. And I’ll cover take out for the next month!” I shook his hand of me and stood up from the couch. Walter looked at me, studied me, for a moment and I took my chance to walk to the front door. I had my coat already in hand, door open.

Walter showed up behind me while I was about to yell the time he should pick me up when he slammed the door shut again, trapping me between him and the no longer way out.

“You are not going anywhere. I need to know why, and I need to know details if we are going to do this. But you own me one, big time,” Walter grinned.

The week went by incredibly slow. Work was dreadful and boring, and Friday seemed ages away. But there were still miracles because finally it was Friday. Walter agreed to be my boyfriend for the night, if we set some ground rules.

Rule number one: pet names. He hated to be called pet names, but I put my foot down and demanded I got to call him something sweet, but not too sweet. So, we agreed I was allowed to call him babe. Simple, sweet, just a regular normal pet name. He wanted to call me princess. I politely declined. I suggested honey, sweetheart, or love; which he politely declined. Okay we both laughed out loud and yelled ‘no way’ out loud. We eventually settled on doll. A pet name that secretly made my heart jump, but in no way I would tell him that.

Rule number two: public display of affection. Walter being a man who would rarely smile of hug anyone besides his daughter, this would be a tricky one. Plus, I wasn’t big on PDA either; seeing those couples who are glued to each other the entire time made me nauseous. Yes, I want it too but that is not the point here. It surprised me when Walter took the initiative and said he would lay a hand on the small of my back, and hold my hand from time to time. Not the entire time, but still.

Rule number three: kissing. Yes, this is a form of PDA, but this deserved a separate rule. When I said we should discuss this, we stared awkwardly at each other before looking away even more awkward. If anything, I wouldn’t mind kissing him (who wouldn’t), but I did not want to kiss him for fake reasons. So, I suggested decided that kissing on the cheek would be appropriate, and if someone would give us a hard time a simple peck on the lips would be sufficient.

We talked the evening through very detailed, and Walter’s approach to this evening made me somehow feel relaxed but nervous at the same time. He thought everything through, and it was so sweet how caring he was to make sure I didn’t feel like shit for being single for once. I believe he even went to the hairdresser this week.

I thought the rules over, and the conversation we had. I hadn’t seen him since then, we texted, but I was nervous to see him in a couple of minutes. We agreed he would pick me up, so I could get a drink or two.

Glancing at my watch, time told me Walter would be here soon. I looked in the mirror, the dress I wore hugged my curves and the heels on my feet giving me even more height. Just a small heel though, just enough to make me the same height as Walter. I knew he wouldn’t mind it if I wore heels that made me taller than him, he has told me many times before. Plus, with his presence he made everyone feel a little smaller next to him.

I looked good, and I actually felt sexy for once. Normally I dressed in jeans and a sweater or something, so dressing up gave my self-esteem definitely a boost.

The doorbell rang, and I quickly ran to the front door to open it. I looked at the man in front of me, and I nearly fainted. Walter wore black trousers, just tight enough, and a black, also tight, turtleneck. God damn how can I stand beside this all night without jumping him. That would be a problem for later.

“Hey,” Walter said as he looked me up and down. “You look beautiful.” His voice sounded thick, and a little of guard.

“You look a little less shit than usual,” I grinned, decided I shouldn’t behave any differently than normal. And normal for us was insulting each other. “Nice to see you left those bags under your eyes at home for once.”

Walter sighed, and shook his head. “I can just go home, and let you go by yourself if that is what you want.”

“No! Come on, don’t act like a little baby, babe.” I emphasized the word babe, and the corner of Walter’s mouth twitched, like he was suppressing a smile.

“Alright, let’s go then doll.” Walter copied me, saying the pet name clearly. I laughed while grabbing my coat and locking the door behind me.

Walter opened the car door for me, and before he closed it he hesitated for a moment. But then he spoke. “Why didn’t you wear those other black heels? You know I really like those?” His eyes wandered over my long legs, a glance of mischief in his eyes.

“Because with you by my side, I will already attracted more attention than I’m used to. Don’t also need to be the tallest woman there,” I said and rolled my eyes.

“You’re so dramatic,” Walter said, and placed his hand on my thigh to gave a soft squeeze. Then he leant in, and pressed a tiny kiss on my cheek. Oh, fuck. This is gonna be a long night.

The party was exactly what you would expect from a Christmas party. Tacky music, over the top decorations (which were also quite tacky), snacks you rather not eat but the wine wasn’t so bad. Since Walter was driving, he wasn’t drinking. On the other hand, I was still sipping from my first glass, and we were already there for over an hour.

Lucy had jumped us right when we set foot in the house. I had told her I would bring someone, that something had recently happened and that I wanted to show her rather than tell her. The look on her face when she saw us together, Walter’s arm snuggly around my waist (an action that was actually not in the rules), was priceless.

“But tell us! How did you two finally get together?” Lucy asked, her boyfriend Andrew standing by her side. I wanted to open my mouth to speak, Walter and I talked about this and made up a story, but Walter was faster.

“We both knew it was always there, but none of us acted on it. Then a few weeks ago, we were watching a movie, and everything just fell into place. We just wanted to take it slow, but so far so good, right doll?” Walter turned to look at me, and I looked back with a very confused look. I had never heard this man speak so many words in one go. I had never heard this man say so many nice words at all.

“Uh, yeah. That’s sums it up quite well,” I quickly said, realizing I took way too long to answer. Walter cocked his eyebrow, only visible for me, checking if I was okay. I nodded almost invisible, but he noticed, and his arm slid of my waist to grab my hand. He gave it a reassuring squeeze, and although I was fighting it, the butterflies filled my stomach.

“I’ll get us a drink.” Walter kissed my temple, and walked away with Andrew to grab drinks.

“You have got to tell me everything! I so knew this was going to happen.” Lucy threw her arms around my neck, not even trying to hide her excitement.

“What do you mean you knew this was gonna happen?” It was obvious that I had a crush, but not that he liked be back!” I laughed. I was still not believing it Walter actually agreed with this plan, and that he made this act look quite believable as well.

“Oh, honey no, like it told you many times before: he really likes you. The way he looks at you?! I wish Andrew would look at me like that,” Lucy said. “But really, I’m so glad you two go together. I was about time.”

She squeezed my shoulder, gave me a kiss on the cheek and walked away to welcome a few new guests who came walking through the door. Walter came back with our drinks, and we decided to socialize for a moment.

Walter made sure he was close to me the entire time, or that he had his hand in mine or around my waist. It felt good, but it also made me sad a little because I didn’t want this to end. I should have never asked him to do this. This was a big mistake.

We finally found a quiet spot after we both hit out maximum amount of socializing for the day. The kitchen was empty, and I walked to the fridge to grab two sodas. Walter leant against the kitchen island, and I joined him. We both took a few sips in silence.

“This is going well uh?” Walter chuckled and nudged my side.

“Yeah, it is, I can’t believe everyone is believing it. Although I gotta say, we are being pretty convincing. We are being glued together the entire time, and the occasional kiss on the cheek is doing it job.” I saw Walter smile, he wanted to answer, but I shut him up by pressing a kiss to his bearded cheek. He looked at me, a soft smile on his lips and a look in his eyes I couldn’t quite place. He looked down at my lips and involuntarily I parted them slightly. Fucking kiss me.

“Hey, I was wondering-” Walter started, but was interrupted by the ringtone of his phone. “Hmm, yeah. Right now? C’mon, why can’t you call him? Okay fine, give me a moment.”

I had taken a step back, giving him a little privacy. When he hung up, I turned back around. “Bad news?” I asked.

“Yeah, I’m really sorry doll but I gotta go. I’ll be back as soon as I can, okay?” He looked annoyed, the smile on his lips gone and the tension was back in his shoulders.

“Of course, I understand.” I smiled at him, hoping he’d understand it was fine. I knew he had a job that wasn’t 9 to 5. “And if you don’t make it back in time, that’s alright too. Now go and make the world a little safer.”

“One hour, I’ll be back in an hour. I promise.” Walter engulfed me in his arms, and pressed a kiss to my temple once more. His cologne and scent infiltrated my nostrils. He smelled good, way too good, and I mentally made a note to steal one of his sweaters when I visited his home next time.

Two hours later Walter still hadn’t come back. The party was fine, but I had way less fun without Walter. We had both been making fun of people before he left, and now I had no one to do that with. Plus, I missed his warmth. His hand in mine. Or just him being around me in general. I looked around, at all those couples, and I realized I didn’t just had a crush on him. I was in love with him. And after this little glimpse of what it could be, I couldn’t go back.

The party guests were slowly leaving, and I checked my phone one more time just to be sure Walter hadn’t called or texted. He hadn’t, so I texted him I was already on my way home and that I’d see him later. It was fine. It was better this way.

I said goodbye to Lucy, and grabbed my coat on the way out. In the last few days, it had snowed some more, a thick pack laying underneath my feet as I walked home. A cold breeze hung in the air, and I pulled my coat a little closer around me. I shouldn’t have worn these heels. Why did I wear heels when there is snow outside?!

While I was walking, I mentally scolded myself. I had no idea how I could go back to just being friends with Walter. I wanted him. I wanted to wake up next to him, to fall asleep next to him. Okay, on top of him. And I wanted to kiss him. So badly. He already knew me through and through, he was the only person I could really be myself around.

The walk home wasn’t extremely long, just a few more blocks to go. I crossed a corner, and when I did, something appeared at the horizon. Someone actually. He was big, and tall. Curly hair. A bit of a grumpy attitude. Hands stuffed in his pockets. What the fuck is he doing here?

Seconds later we stood in front of each other. “What are you doing here?” I asked.

“Not even an ‘hello, how nice to see you Walter’ this time?” Walter mocked with a grin on his face.

“Oh, shut up.” I slapped him across the chest, a little taken back by the firmness of it. God, I wanna snuggle up to all of this. No, stop it. Stop this.

“Saw your text on the way back, figured you’d be on your way home. Walking, since you would be too stubborn to ask for help, for a ride home. So, I thought I’d park my car at yours and would meet you halfway.” We started walking again, and because of the snow and the late hour, it was just us.

“That is actually pretty sweet of you. Never knew I’d see the day you would do something nice for someone else,” I teased him. We both knew he did nice things for other people, well me and his daughter. Nothing grand, but the little things, the things that actually mattered.

We chatted on the way, just casual stuff. I’m not sure if it was the cold, or the fact I wanted to be closer to him, but once we reached my home there was no space between us anymore. Our hands brushing against each other from time to time and I kept hoping he would hold it. Yet he didn’t.

“I’m sorry I had to leave by the way. I knew you wanted to have someone by your side tonight, and I failed at that,” Walter spoke as I was about to open the front door.

“No, no! You don’t have to be sorry. You have a job, and you’re good at it. I always knew this could happen. So, no apologizing, okay?” I almost turned the key, but realized I was the one that needed to apologize. “I should be the one to say sorry. I shouldn’t have dragged you into this and pretended to be my boyfriend.”

Walter chuckled, and grabbed one of my hands. “I really didn’t mind doll.”

What was that supposed to mean? “Yeah, whatever.” I smiled a little awkwardly. His calloused hand softly caressing mine sending shivers down my spine. Quickly I retracted my hand, and opened the door. I heard Walter sighing behind me as we both walked in.

“You’re telling me you haven’t figured it out by now?”

“What are you talking about?” I asked surprised. I kicked my heels off, and threw my coat on a chair while I walked to the kitchen with Walter close behind me.

“Pretending is not that hard when there isn’t much to pretend.”

I stopped in my tracks and slowly turned around to face him. “W- What?”

Walter took a step forward, caging me between him and the kitchen, hands resting on the countertop. “Question, did you mind having me as your boyfriend for tonight?”

I fell silent, my mouth opening and closing like a goldfish. While I wanted to believe what was happening, my brain had a hard time processing it.

“It’s a simple question doll, did you mind or not?” Walter brought his face a little closer to mine, his gaze falling to my lips.

“I didn’t mind, at all,” I whispered.

“Good, because I don’t think I can go back to just being friends. Not while I have had a taste.”

My hands rested on his chest, and wandered their way up to his neck. His gaze was intense, dark, and dead serious. Walter’s hands snuck around my waist, and one of his hands immediately went a little more south.

We both couldn’t control ourselves any longer, and our lips finally crashed into each other. Years of wanting, needing, yearning; all coming out at once. Hands were everywhere, tongues, teeth, little bites. It was all there. I knew Walter was passionate about things he cared, and then it fell together. The passion he showed there, was all the reassurance I needed.

We parted, just a little, to breath because we were both totally out of breath. A soft chuckle escaped my lips, and Walter pressed a kiss to my forehead before wrapping his arms around me. We stood there for a little while, enjoying the moment.

“So, how about I make us some hot chocolate and then we put on a movie we won’t watch because we will be making out, girlfriend?” Walter said after a moment.

“That sounds like a good plan, boyfriend,” I said and firmly pressed a kiss to his lips.

•••

[biggaybunny]

Beat Hi-Fi Rush last night. Gonna put some thoughts under the cut to avoid spoilerinos (not that I think spoilers really matter in this game, but it's easy to do)

It's a good game! The high points for me were the combat and the visual design. The visual design especially doesn't get enough praise, from what I've heard. The world really *pops*, yknow? And it manages to be vibrant and colorful without being the slightest bit garish. It makes a huge impact and really heightens the vibe the game is going for, it wouldn't have been as fun without all the upbeat environments to run through.

The combat was also pretty fun, I never got that good at it but I still enjoyed utilizing the variety of mechanics and combos to clear out enemies and try to rack up hit streaks. Honestly the companion mechanics were not great, like... an enemy with z-shielding comes out and I literally just have to run around until I can summon macaron twice to break the shielding and get back to the fight or something like that, it was a total break in the flow. Would've been better to have had Chai get upgrades to deal with those things and save allies for the extra mayhem they bring & jam combos.

I struggled with most of the bosses, but I'm willing to admit that it was mostly a skill issue. I'm still a little pissed about Rekka because she doesn't have a stun gauge and I could never figure out how I was supposed to get big combos on her, but I also just routinely whiffed the timing on her so like I said, skill issue. Mimosa's extremely quick recoveries still piss me off though. On the other hand, did anyone else find Roquefort weirdly easy? I just wailed on him and occasionally parried. They made a mecha-werewolf with the only classical track in the setlist and it was a boring fight, what the hell. Also too many bosses were weak to the "spam Peppermint" tactic.

The writing's pretty weak, tbh. It's fine, it's mostly ignorable, but it occasionally bugged me. As I said in a post before, they knock on the 4th wall several times (and break it completely once) and it all fell flat to me. No, I wasn't wondering about how you all got back to the hideout, that wouldn't "be awkward to explain". You literally established that they can crawl around drain systems and other maintenance tunnels and the campus is so maze-like there could be corridors from and to anywhere. It was dumb stuff like that all over. Even beside that, the writing isn't like, amazing. We replace the bad corporation with a good corporation, yaaay, because those exist! Chai's becoming the big hero arc is cheesy but genuine, so it gets a pass, mostly. Oh well, at least it has lesbians.

[sungtaro]

teubun here, I love that nickname 🐇 I loved reading ur reply sm! I love LOVE hearing people talk abt smithing they love so much and are so passionate about 🩷🥺 I will check everything u said soon !! esp wanna watch that variety u said. the last thing u said abt their friendships was so endearing it made my heart flutter 💓💓 so I wanted to ask what dynamics and friendships do u see in treasure?

omg yaaay pls keep me posted on everything you check out! 💖 and i'm so glad you're also a dynamic / friendship enthusiast sjgknfj there are so many good ones in trsr ... i ended up writing so much again JKSGB and i still am like this is barely even scratching the surface 😂

they all went through a lot together with their survival show (yg treasure box aka ygtb aka my behated) but even before that, a few of them were trainees together for a really long time (hyunsuk, junkyu, yedam, jihoon, and doyoung in korea; yoshi, haruto, mashiho and asahi in japan). hyunsuk basically helped raise doyoung, that's how young he was when they started training together, they're still one of my favorite duos because of that. some of my favorite friendships that i think are like, very real / would exist outside of the context of the group: jihoon and junkyu (total soulmate same age friends, they are HILARIOUS together), jaehyuk and asahi (another same age pair, i think they really bring out the best in each other), haruto and asahi (literally could have had their own rooms but opted to share one instead so that they could make a hangout room and work on music together), and then jeongwoo and jaehyuk (these two are honestly more like actual brothers) -- and that unit of the 4 of them (0104 line!) are basically a functioning family lol they are ALWAYS together in some combination or another. i also love the friendship and dynamic between jihoon and hyunsuk as coleaders, i think it was so smart to have both of them leading the group, they complement each other really well and again there is so much mutual respect and a shared vision for the type of culture they wanted to create for the entire group. you can tell how much the other members look up to them 🥹 yoshi and hyunsuk are also a duo that are often together, junghwan is often with 0104 as well, i really miss yedam with doyoung and junkyu specifically, and mashiho with doyoung 🥲 jeongwoo and any of his hyungs is absolutely hilarious. asahi finding junkyu to be the funniest member is a fun fact that i really love also lol like it's kind of unexpected but it makes sense - there's a lot of little fun bits like that within a group so big.

i also recommend checking out their t-talks where they pair 2 members up to chat (they just rebooted this series with new videos recently, but there are older ones that are really fun to watch bc some of the pairs are still super awkward at the time lol), it's cool to see some duos that you don't normally see opting to hang out together. really any combination will give you something interesting -- if it's not besties or brotherhood, it's maybe an older member seeing themselves in a younger member (jihoon has said this of jaehyuk for example), or differing points of view have helped each other learn or see something in a new light and been helpful to them. and they're a pretty affectionate group too which is what my irl bestie really took to them for haha she said it was really refreshing to see a group of boys that was so openly loving like that -- i know this isn't necessarily unique to trsr because kpop is known for skinship, but she wasn't a kpop fan before i showed them to her, and the affection also encompasses their consideration for each other so it's not just about them being snuggly haha (although that is cute too)! many of them i really don't think would have ever been friends outside of the group honestly but one thing they have ALL done is worked hard to work together and understand each other to be one team 🥹

[the-nysh]

Do you think that Kacchan and Garou have some similarities? Besides the most obvious external ones, I mean. They're both very nuanced characters and I love them so much, I was wondering if you could make some meta about this (I love your metas just as much as I love those two 🥺)

Oh anon. 🥺 If you're able to see & appreciate the nuanced merits of both characters separately, then I already like ya~ In general it feels a little awkward for me to compare or pit favs against each other (so I usually don't like to do it heh), but I have written up a hypothetical 'how would they react if they ever met each other' scenario on a previous ask before, if you're also interested!

That said, they do have several similarities (I'll just go ahead and list even the obvious ones anyway~) Mainly they're both intelligent assholes (as actual nerds, who're sharp but also ironically quite dense/oblivious about other things that matter too :P - very gap moe) with headstrong, petty 'feral gremlin' temperaments, and are adaptive fighting prodigies with the same stubborn tenacious streak & determination to do whatever it takes to win without giving up. They're extremely self-reliant yet set almost impossible (detrimental) expectations upon themselves to achieve. To the point they can become self-destructive (enduring/tanking a lot of punishment under pressure as they refuse to concede) or boldly sacrificial once their protective instincts flare. (Their bodies do move on their own in those desperate, character-defining moments - which I love to see.) Both are emotionally constipated as well, with poor social tact and difficulty navigating/articulating their feelings beyond their common irritation, frustration, and anger. Including their shared struggles at being taken seriously (underestimated) without premature judgment, dehumanization, and unjust labeling - yes such experiences piss them off too. (And in a meta sense, both ironically receive that from their fandoms who often misread them, to the point their fan reception is far more divisive/controversial than what canon actually intends, ahem.) But amazingly, even when both have had villain organizations, literally even the 'big bad,' try to tempt/sway them over to their side in a similar manner (by assuming their dreams for them), they've boldly refused with the same defiant 'you can't tell me what to do' message right in their faces (yaaay~)

However the biggest difference between them is that Kacchan carries himself with the type of genuine, self-assured pride and confidence to follow through and be exactly who he claims/says he wants to be, regardless of what anyone else thinks or approves of him. (ie Kacchan fully ~embraces the cringe~ to be 100% unabashedly himself, despite, and even literally with spite, what any 'extras' have to say about it......which is actually a mindset Saitama shares, both to live by and do whatever he wants regardless of others.) While Garou has yet to fully accept & realize that, having resigned himself to a role that's incongruent to his true self (wrongly believing he doesn't have the choice open to him to be his own ideal hero), where he tries so hard -and fails- to become someone he's not. :'D In this way, Kacchan (especially in the current manga) has far more self-awareness than him, even down to apologizing & owning up to his past mistakes on his own (without anyone telling him to do it) and proactively choosing to atone to become the best version of himself. After facing many humbling realizations and reality checks along the way. How Garou matures post-arc (esp in the wc) and what becomes of him approaching his goal in a newly constructive & enlightened way after his reality check still remains to be seen.

Additionally, people often joke about Kacchan being tsundere (which can work to an extent in gags), but I don't quite see it that way, because Garou is far more traditionally tsundere than him (chronic denial, performatism, deflecting & avoidance of the truth thru Blatant Lie excuses - which is funny). Whereas Kacchan's far more blunt yet sincere about voicing his opinions about things - ie if he doesn't like something, he will make his displeasure known, and conversely if he sees something to honor or compliment, he will calmly express the truth in his own firm yet reliable (and controlled) way. Because Kacchan doesn't like to lie (even when he begrudgingly admits things in half-truths, he's still technically correct.) However his short fuse temper and annoyance/irritation at others easily flares and often gets misconstrued as him 'hiding his softer core' or something...when actually Kacchan is just that easily ticked off at things, and is rarely ever 'nice' or bothers to coddle or hold back on even his friends either. Meanwhile....look at Garou expressing his 'whimsical kindness' (ONE's words) around Tareo, or when he displays softer empathy and his compassionate side to the point he gets upset on behalf of the injustice suffered by others. :') The poor guy gets pissed at himself for caring and having such softer feelings(tm)!!!! Ahem, so Garou behaves 'soft' (and denies/holds back his true self) in a way Kacchan does not. Their vibes are quite distinct here - while Kacchan is observant (and calmly composed when serious; appearing much 'softer' than usual), imo Garou has more emotional empathy than him (although he'll refuse to admit it), spanning back to when he was originally just a nice kid, so I hope more fans come to understand the difference.

[chiefladylightyay]

Frostbyte Week 2021 Day 7: Atlas Ball

It is August first here, which means it's @frostbyte-week day 7! Yaaay! Which also means I am legally allowed to post my single solitary contribution! Yay?

The Atlas Ball, the most prestigious event amongst the Atlo-Mantelian nobility, had been held every summer (barring the fourteen year gap of the Great War and the Reconstruction) for the past nine hundred and eight years.

This year, it would be the eight hundred and ninety-fourth such Ball, and Weiss von Schnee’s last Ball before she were to leave for Beacon Academy in the Republic of Vale. Wearing a slim, shimmering silver dress with a long slit up one thigh, she cut a striking and alluring figure. She could have had almost any partner that night, but Weiss only intended to dance with a single person for the entire night: Her secret (to everyone who was not family of either party) girlfriend, Penny Polendina.

The cute redheaded daughter of Doctor Pietro Polendina had captured Weiss’s heart from the moment they met seven years ago immediately after Weiss’s very first performance as a singer.

Which begged the question: where exactly was the cute little dolt? Scanning the crowd for what felt like the fifth time that evening, she could see neither the good doctor nor her girlfriend... Were they not coming this year? No, someone would have told her if they were not coming. She just had to be patient, Penny would show. And then they would dance and it would all be perfect.

“Penny not here yet?” the voice of her younger brother Whitley brought Weiss out of her idle fretting. Taking a sip of her champagne she shook her head. “No, and at this rate I am starting to worry just a little...” again she scanned the crowd, noting with amusement Winter barely holding back May Marigold, seems someone had made a derogatory comment in her presence. Again.

Giving Weiss a hug Whitley said “She’ll be here, if this had been a regular Ball she might have skipped, but this is your final Ball before you leave for Beacon. She knows you’ll want tonight to be special.” Weiss smiled gratefully and returned the hug. “You’re right, again. What would I ever do without you, Whitley?”

Whitley smirked in response, taking a sip of his own (non-alcoholic) champagne Whitley responded “Oh, dearest sister, you would be an absolute mess without me, and we both know it. Oh, look, here comes mother! Perhaps she has seen your Penny?” gesturing with his glass towards their approaching mother Whitley stepped back with a smile. “She is her Own Penny!” Weiss snarked in response before turning towards Willow.

The matriarch of the von Schnee family smiled at her two youngest children, gently stroking Whitley’s cheek before letting him continue mingling. “Weiss dear, what has you so down in the dumps, as they say? Is it Penny?” Willow asked with a smile, which Weiss returned. “Yes, mother... Penny isn’t here yet. Do you know anything?” she asked hesitantly, a touch of worry seeping into her voice.

“Yes, Klein informed me they’ll be a little late, vehicle trouble, I think he said.” Willow responded, gently stroking Weiss’s cheek. “Another ten minutes, I’d think. Then you can have your perfect night.” Weiss smiled gratefully, leaning into Willow’s touch she said “Thank you, mother, for informing me.”

The touching family moment was cut tragically short when Willow was called away by some other noble, whose name completely escaped Weiss. Sipping her champagne in annoyance at the loss of her mothers warm hands she resumed her vigil, politely but firmly turning down requests for a dance. Honestly, Henri Marigold XXIII should know better by now, she’d turned him down every year!

“One day, Schnee! One day you will agree to one single solitary dance with me!” He exclaimed quite loudly, shaking his fist in mock anger.

“Maybe, but I doubt it. And even if it were true, it is not this day!” Weiss said with a smirk in response, already turning away to scan the crowd.

There! That’s Doctor Polendina! Now where is- “Salutations, Weiss!” The voice of her most beloved person sounded behind her and when she whirled around there she was, Penny Polendina. Weiss’s shining light in the darkness.

Dressed in a smart, dark green suit and matching tie that did dangerous things to Weiss, her hair done up in an elegant waterfall braid, makeup reserved but tasteful and on point, Penny Polendina truly was the most beautiful girl of all that lovely evening. If you asked Weiss, that is. And you really should.

“Good evening, Penny. You- You look very lovely, quite dashing one might say.” Weiss said, shyly tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear, as she smiled at her girlfriend “Would you d-” “Weiss, would you honor me with a dance tonight?” Penny asked, completely bowling over Weiss’s awkwardness.

“Why, yes, Penny. I would love to dance with you tonight. In fact, I have saved myself just for you.” Weiss said with a smile, holding out her hand for Penny to lead her to the dance floor, weaving between the other pairs.

If Weiss had bothered to look, she could have seen any number of noteworthy pairs dancing around them. But as it stood, she had eyes for Penny and Penny alone.

“Are you ready, Weiss?” Penny asked, taking hold of Weiss’s hand “Yes, Penny. I am as you would say, Dance Ready.” Weiss responded with a smile, a smile which Penny mirrored though Weiss thought Penny’s smile was even brighter than her own. Penny, of course would refute that statement. Casually, Weiss whispered “Next time we dance, you will be the one wearing a dress.” laughing gently at the luminescent blush adorning Penny’s cheeks.

Then the music for the next dance started up, a simple waltz, and nothing else mattered. As far as the two of them were concerned, they were the only people in the entire world, the other dancers fading away into the background.

One dance became two, became three, became four, but neither Penny nor Weiss noticed. They were in their own little world of love. But all good things must come to an end, even so a perfect evening of dancing.

“Weiss? Would you accompany me out onto the balcony, please? I have something to ask you.” Penny said, gently squeezing Weiss’s hand in her own. “Ah? Oh! Yes, certainly Penny.” Weiss blinked away her dozy contentment, squeezing Penny back, following her out onto the balcony. But not before drive-by swiping another glass of champagne from a passing waiter, and thanking said waiter. It never hurts to be polite to your staff.

The air outside was cool, the stars bright and the shattered moon... Well, shattered.

Gently sipping her champagne Weiss looked at the twinkling starts, wondering idly what Penny could be wanting to ask her.

“It is beautiful, is it not? Just like you, Weiss.” Penny said, also looking up at the stars

“Well, not as beautiful as you. Truly, we’re all blessed by Skie tonight. You most of all.” Weiss said in response, smirking slightly when she saw Penny blush once more.

A companionable silence descended over the lovely pair, Weiss observing the night sky, Penny idly fumbling with something in her pocket...

“Weiss?” Penny’s voice brought her out of her idle musing about the stars and back to the present “Yes, Penny?” Turning slightly to the side she saw Penny down on one knee, tiny black velvet box opened to reveal a ring in her hand. With a gasp, Weiss dropped her champagne glass, her hands flying up to her mouth “Weiss von Schnee, would you do me the honors of-” Furiously nodding, tears of happiness in her eyes, Weiss said “Yes, a thousand- a million times yes! Of course I will marry you! Oh, Penny, you make me so happy.”

And so, under the starlit skies of Solitas, when the very first of the fireworks started, Penny Polendina slipped the ring onto Weiss von Schnee’s finger and the loving couple shared a kiss beneath the shattered moon the likes of which the world had not seen in... Quite a while.

THE END!

[kurosarium]

𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔

𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

A/N: Finally back with some content yaaay! It’s 8am and I have yet to go to bed...but I could go on and on about atsumu, he’s such an interesting character.

This was a request, but I accidentally deleted it, so I’m posting it separately. 🥺

Feedback is appreciated!

His communication skills suck at the beginning of the relationship. I mean, he does like communicating his feeling to other people, but most of the time he’s just talking out of his ass with little to no consideration for the other person’s feelings. It takes him seeking out Alan and/or Kita for relationship advice to realize that behaving like a pubescent fuck-boy won’t get him anywhere in a serious relationship. I say this with young adult Atsumu in my mind, shortly after graduating, at the beginning of his pro career etc.

Because it’s a bit different for adult Atsumu. Adultsumu is aware of everything I mentioned in the bullet point above, he’s still a fool, but more considerate of other’s feelings. Still can’t communicate with his partner properly, because he knows his words are sometimes too blunt, he knows that if he’s being too blunt and his words come out sounding mean he could seriously hurt your feelings.

Atsumu usually isn’t a very forgetful person, but when he’s super busy or has a lot on his mind that can change. He absolutely forgot about the date you two had planned, or the thing you asked him to get on his way home. He always feels extremely bad once he remembers or is being reminded, and tries his best to make it up to you.

You could probably ask for anything, he’d do everything to make up for being neglectful. He knows he can be an ignorant idiot from time to time, that why he tries extra hard to make up for a forgotten date or anniversary. He would never tell you, but he’s actually afraid of losing you over something like that, because he knows that volleyball takes up the biggest part of his life, but he still tries very much to be a good boyfriend and not neglect you.

He doesn’t expect you to, but he’d be super happy, if he found you awake and waiting for him, on days he would come home late. If you weren’t too tired you’d sit down in the kitchen together, talking about how your day went while he warms up leftover food in the microwave or makes some tea. On days you would feel too tired to stay up any longer, he’d take you to bed, join you under the covers and tell you about his day with a soft smile on his lips while holding you close and stroking your hair. (doesn’t that sound amazing)

It’s not a secret that Atsumu loves getting on other people’s nerves, especially the ones closest to him, and it’s no different with you. He constantly teases you and tries provoking you with that shit eating grin sitting on his lips. He draws the line at jokes involving your insecurities, though. At least he tries to, because from time to time he may accidentally overstep your boundaries, he just can’t keep his mouth shut. He may be a blunt shit at times, but he’s not cruel, especially not to you. Maybe a bit. Sometimes.

Contrary to his wannabe-smug-fuckboy side is a side of his you’ll get to experience the more comfortable Atsumu grows in your relationship, Softsumu It doesn’t happen every day, and it definitely doesn’t show when people (aside from his brother) are around, but when he goes into soft boy mode it’s like a switch has been flipped.

 Softsumu just hits differently. It often shows when the two of you spend time together after not having seen each other in a while or when he feels down, or exhausted. Coming up to you for a hug every so often, kissing your temples, playing with your hair and you hands, he just can’t get enough of you. Return his affection when he’s in that kind of mood and you’ll make him the happiest man alive. He may not outright say it, because it’s a little embarrassing, but he loves receiving your affection. bc sometimes he’s like ew affection I don’t need that soppy shit but he does

He likes taking baths together. It’s pillow talk of some sort, but bathtub talk. Until you look like raisins.

You’ll have to show him how you want to be treated by him. Atsumu used to be an egoistic and a pretty damn cocky person, just a frigging brat in general, and while he changed a lot, for the better, after starting his volleyball career, he still has problems reading others feelings/behavior from time to time. It’s not that he doesn’t care about other people, he certainly does, but Atsumu mistakenly assumes that the people around him express their feelings the way he does, that they want and need what he wants and needs. Does that make sense? Also, he’s just really awkward around you in the beginning and has no clue how to treat you right.

Not really the jealous type. Okay, maybe a bit jealous from time to time. And he sometimes has phases where he feels particularly insecure, and vulnerable. When one of those phases hit him he gets a bit clingier, and jealous, when he thinks you’re giving somebody more attention than him. It really comes down to him being afraid of not being good enough for you, as in not being there enough for you or not being able to fulfill you wants and needs properly. Such a phase doesn’t last very long, though, and after you give him reassurance and some affection he’ll be back to his confident, idiotic self in no time.

Atsumu had a short temper when he was younger, I imagine that he gets more patient with time and experience, but the temper’s still there, you know? If you’re having an argument with him and it starts getting a little heated, he tries his best to stay calm. You will hear him sighing heavily and see him rubbing his temples a lot, he really does try, but in the end,  he still gets frustrated rather quickly. Especially if you don’t get his point and he has to repeatedly explain something.

Really bad at apologizing, his pride is a little too strong. He quickly realizes when he made a mistake or is in the wrong, but he has a hard time coming forward and admitting his wrongdoing.

When he’s really mad he’ll either leave and not come back until he cooled down, or try to give you the cold shoulder. Both methods work semi-well, because he can’t stay mad at you for long, he’s pretty stubborn though, so the argument will come up again until you resolve it.

Catch him huffing and muttering mean remarks under his breath when he’s mad at you for something minor, or something that isn’t even worth mentioning, because he’s the only one that thinks you did something wrong, and also a petty little shit.

Loves you A LOT. All the way. And he likes showing you exactly how much he loves you, in private as well as in public.

That being said, Atsumu has absolutely no problem PDA. He likes having an arm around you, and will gladly hold your hand while you’re walking together.

He’s a very passionate, and wild lover. Sure, he doesn’t act inappropriately with you in public, but in private he’s a hands-on kind of guy. Literally. He has to have his hands on your body, not even in a sexual way. He just like knowing, feeling, that you’re there, beside him. That make sense?

Usually more of an outdoor dates kind of person, but if he’s feeling rather exhausted or socially spent, he would prefer a relaxing evening at home, preferably with you, watching movies or playing some games.

If you’re quite a bit shorter than him you bet he’ll use your shoulder or even your head as an armrest, and this action often comes with a teasing remark about your height.

Will put stuff, especially foods/snacks you love, on the top shelf. Because he thinks it’s funny watching you climb the kitchen counter like a monkey.

Absolutely loves giving you back hugs and resting his head on your shoulder or nuzzling his nose into your neck! Doesn’t happen that often, but it’s a sight to behold. He especially likes to do this when you’re going on about your day at home, or when it’s still early and you’re lying in bed together.

[folkloreguk]

Spiderman!Kevin

A/N: I got a request to write anything about Kevin, and as a Kevin stan I was more than happy to do so! I’m also obsessed with Marvel and I’ve Always wanted to write a spiderman!au so yaaay I hope you like it! x

words: 3.1k

genre: fluff, slight angst (with a happy ending!)

[masterlist in description]

“Charlie! Where are you?” you shouted, holding a leash that had no dog on the other end. A second ago you had watched your little dog run after a stick you had thrown for him. The next he had spotted a squirrel and now there was no trace of him, as you wandered around central park aimlessly. In the distance the concrete jungle of New York surrounded you, and the sun was slowly setting on the horizon. But you had other problems to solve before you could go home. You needed to find your furry friend.

Inwardly you cursed the squirrels for leading your dog away, but you knew it was also your own fault for not paying enough attention. You tilt your head at a familiar bark. A spark of hope lit inside you. Quickly, you jogged off in the direction of the noise. A few people passed you, turning their heads at the way you were running, and your probably distressed expression.

Your heart almost jumped out of your chest when suddenly a figure landed in front of you.

“Kevin!” you screamed at the surprise. In his arms, he was holding your dog Charlie. 

“Are you crazy? Don’t shout my name around like that!” he claimed. Oh. Maybe it was important to mention that he was wearing his suit, a mask covering his face as always. Almost everyone in New York knew about the famous Spider Man, or, as he called himself, the friendly neighborhood Spider Man. Not many people knew of his real identity, though.

You had gone to school with him, and even though you weren’t extremely close, when you had gotten paired up for a project, you had gotten to know each other. And one day he had invited you over, to finish the project. It hadn’t been your intention to find his costume. But you had brought your dog along and when he had suddenly appeared, a Spiderman mask in his mouth, Kevin didn’t have a lot of options. He had to tell you. And you promised his secret would be safe with you.

“If I’m not mistaken, this one is yours,” Kevin now said, holding a happy looking Charlie in his arms.

“Thank you,” you said, gladly taking the dog from him. “He must’ve chased a squirrel.”

“Oh, what would you even do without me?” Kevin joked, leaning against a tree, hiding a little from the rest of the park visitors. Even though you couldn’t see his face, you knew the way he was smirking under his mask all too well.

“I was fine, I had everything under control!” you explained.

“If you say so,” he said, and you couldn’t help but smile at his playful tone. For a few seconds you stood in silence, waiting for someone to say something. So, you did.

“Don’t you have people to save? What are you doing here, flirting with me?” you asked.

“Hey! I was saving your dog, this definitely wasn’t an excuse to see you!” he said, and you knew he was lying. Kevin was always spying on you throughout the day. You didn’t exactly mind it, but you knew he should have other things to do then to wait for any little inconvenience that occurred in your life so he could solve it.

“If you say so,” you said, mocking his previous tone. “Goodnight, Kev.”  

Speaking of inconveniences, the next one metaphorically grabbed you by the collar the next morning. You were out to buy groceries. A gust of wind and downpour greeted you the second you set foot out of your apartment. You made a face of disgust and quickly opened your umbrella. Luckily, it was only a short walk to the store. The faces of the people you passed mirrored your discontent, and you fastened your steps. On a sunny day, you would have let your eyes roam the walls of the skyscrapers for a trace of Kevin. It was an automatic reaction by now. And whenever you would see him, waving at you from high up in the sky, your heart would flutter like a butterfly inside of your chest.

Finally, you had made it to the front of the store. Hastily, you lowered your umbrella, with the intention of closing it and quickly entering the shop. But mother nature had other plans. Just as you reached to close the umbrella, the strong wind picked up. A moment later it ripped the umbrella from your hands, and it flew up in the air and across the street, causing a car to stop abruptly. You felt bad for shocking the driver and were going to apologize, but they had already recovered and driven off before you could do so.

Your next priority was to get your umbrella back. The traffic was busy, as always in New York. Nonetheless, you searched for an opportunity to cross the street. You scanned the other side nervously, not even sure where your umbrella had gone. As you were watching, frustrated by the number of vehicles covering your sight, someone suddenly tapped your shoulder. Tensely, you turned.

“Kevin!” you said. Right away, he covered your mouth and you realized. He was in his Spiderman-suit.

“Sorry,” you spoke through his hand, your voice coming out in a muffle. Kevin couldn’t help but grin beneath his mask. But you didn’t know that. In his hand, he held your umbrella, unharmed and closed perfectly.

“How are you around just the moment the wind tries to steal my umbrella?” you asked.

“I was just on a stroll, and ran into you I guess,” he said. Again, you didn’t believe him. You almost wished you could have taken off his mask to see his face. You missed it.

“Well excuse me now, I need to find out whether they sell my favorite ice cream here,” you explained. “It was sold out last week.”

“Sounds like that’s one hell of a good ice cream,” Kevin said with a chuckle.

“Triple chocolate, that’s all I’m gonna say,” you said with a grin. Somewhere in the distance, you heard police sirens.

“And that’s my sign to go,” he said, awkwardly fiddling with his hands.

“Go on, save somebody,” you said, smiling shyly. “Thanks for bringing back my umbrella.”

And he was gone just as suddenly as he had appeared. Finally, you entered the store. And if you hadn’t already been annoyed enough because of the rain and the wind, the store was out of your favorite ice cream. You couldn’t believe it. Sadly, you needed to go to a meeting at your workplace in the afternoon, so you had no time to go and search another store. Sulking a little, you waited in the long queue to pay.

“Have a great day,” the young cashier told you. You nodded, thanked him and forced yourself to smile.

But as soon as you stepped back outside the store, your fake smile turned into a real one. On a street lamp post across the street, Kevin sat, watching you through his mask. He waved at you when you noticed him, and your grin only grew bigger. You returned his wave and mouthed ‘no ice cream’ whilst pulling an overly-dramatic, sad face. Although you couldn’t see his expression, you knew what his sympathetic smile looked like.

So, you went on your own way again. Back home. Happily, you watched as he swung himself up into the air and disappeared between the house blocks. At your flat, you quickly made yourself some lunch, before you had to leave for the work meeting. You were busy cleaning your plate, staring off into the distance through the window, when suddenly a figure jumped into your view. With a shriek, you almost dropped the dish and took a quick step back.

“What the hell was that for?” you asked, opening the window when you had finally realized it was no threat, but rather the only face you wanted to see right now.

In the cover of your flat, he could finally take off his mask for a moment.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you’d be right here in front of the window,” he apologized. “I just wanted to drop this off, before it melted.”

You instantly knew what he was talking about, but still shook your head in disbelief when he handed you the ice cream.

“Triple chocolate, for you,” he announced, smiling cutely. You could have kissed his face. But that would have been rather awkward, you suspected. So instead, you hugged him tightly.

“Thank you, Kevin,” you spoke, close to his ear. When you pulled away, you put on a more serious face.

“You know…you need to stop worrying about me all the time, and following me around,” you said carefully.

“Why? Is it creepy?” he asked.

“No, it’s…really sweet, actually,” you said. “But New York has a lot of residents. And they probably have bigger problem than losing their umbrella and not finding their favorite ice cream at the store.”

“I’m looking after everyone, don’t worry,” he assured you. “But I can’t stop thinking of you. So, I always wonder what you���re up to, whenever I have a free moment.”

You felt terribly shy at his confession. For a moment you thought of what to say. Should you confess your feeling to him, right here? What if he only cared about you platonically? Worries ran through your head and as much as you tried, you couldn’t push them away. Then, you took a quick look at the clock. And almost had a heart attack.

“Kevin! I’m late for the meeting!” you exclaimed, in panic. “Can we talk tonight? Will you come by when I get back home?”

He barely had time to reply a long answer, because you were running around frantically, searching for your bag and things you needed.

“I promise I’ll be here,” he said, giving you a little smile. “I’ll see you later. Be careful of the cars!”

As much as you tried to be careful, you still caused some of them to honk at you as you ran to your work place, which luckily was only a short walk from your apartment building. The elevator seemed to take forever to arrive at the ground floor, but when you got inside you were still short of breath. Nervously, you pressed the button to the 8th floor and went to your boss’ office. You made it, being only a minute late, which no one seemed to notice.

For hours you sat there, trying your hardest to focus on the meeting. But how could you have focused when Kevin was on your mind? You mentally prepared around six different speeches you could have given him that night, confessing to him. You were scared of how he was going to react, and somehow no words seemed good enough and seemed to express your feelings perfectly. Luckily, the meeting wasn’t a very important one, or you would have had to feel guilty about it. You smiled absentmindedly at the memory of Kevin bringing you ice cream while your eyes stared out of focus.

“Miss Y/N, what do you think about that?” your boss asked, and you snapped out of it. You had to be honest, you had not the slightest idea what he was talking about. Just as you opened your mouth to reply, a ringing tone made you jump.

“What is that?” somebody asked. Confusion broke out, until your boss spoke.

“That’s the fire alarm,” he said. Instantly, he had everyone’s full attention. Even yours. “We’re going to keep calm and leave the building now.”

Maybe it’s just practice, you told yourself, trying to relax. But when your boss opened the door into the hallway, you smelled the smoke right away.

“Is there anyone back there, still?” you asked, pointing your finger towards the opposite end the stairway was. Your co-worker wasn’t sure either. Although you knew you needed to get out as fast as possible, you knew and cared for the people who worked there a lot. And just a few days ago, you had gotten new co-workers, you remembered now. They would probably not even know their way around yet, you worried.

“I’m gonna run back there and check, you go ahead and I’ll join you when I’ve made sure no one’s left behind!” you ordered. Your co-worker didn’t seem happy with the idea. You heard shouts from somewhere, and you could have sworn you could see the smoke in the air now.

“Go on, get yourself to safety!” you shouted over the loud ringing noise of the alarm. So she turned around and ran toward the staircase. You took off into the other direction. Hastily, you pulled open door after door. The offices were spread all over the top floor, and by the time you had finished searching, the smoke had gone from thin to heavy and dark. Luckily, you found nobody.

When you stepped out of the last office into the hallway, a terrible coughing fit overcame you. Quickly, you stumbled back inside and slammed the door shut. Oh no, was all you could think. Your chest hurt from the coughs and your heart was hammering against your ribcage in fear. Quickly, you took off your thin jacket and ran to the sink. You soaked it in water and pressed it to your face. Although it made you feel slightly better, you knew it wasn’t going to save your life.

In panic, you ran to the windows. The fire escape stairs. This is it. A small hope lit inside of you.

“Come on! Open up!” you yelled at the window as you furiously tried to push it open. The building was old, and it required a lot of strength to get certain parts of the house to move. Black smoke was now creeping through the bottom of the door, and it became harder for you to breathe.

“I haven’t confessed to Kevin yet!” you yelled at the window, as if it would magically open it. But maybe it did. Because suddenly, the glass swung open and a wave of fresh air hit you. Eagerly, you climbed through the opening and into the metal stairs. You attempted to close the window behind you, but it was stuck. Again.

“Help!” you screamed, but there was no one in the tiny passage underneath you. Terror overcame you when you noticed the blazing flames in the level beneath yours. And because the eight floor was the top level of the building, you had no other chance than to stay exactly where you were. The fire was reaching out the window, the heat radiating all the way to where you stood. For a moment you thought about dying. It overcame you like a crashing wave, and you saw your life flash before your eyes. Tears welled up in your eyes. Then, you thought about Kevin, and hope ruled inside your head.

“Kevin!” you began to yell, over and over, until your throat felt sore and you barely found your voice. And yet, you didn’t stop.

“Where are you when I really need you?” you quietly asked yourself, crouching on the ground. The flames beneath you were now towering outside of the window dangerously, almost reaching the spot you were trapped in. Deep black smoke was all around you and in your lungs, making it hard to breathe calmly.

“Kevin!” you shouted one more time, your heart not seeming to want to give up. For just a moment, you thought you had heard your name. But the shouts of people and sirens all in the air were louder. But then you spotted red color. Something was moving towards you, fast. There was nothing, no one in all of New York who could have moved in this way. No one other than Kevin.

“Y/N!” you now heard him shout clearly.

“I’m here! Kevin, I’m here!” you yelled, waving your hands. With a loud, metallic noise he landed beside you. You almost broke into tears at the sight of him, and instantly swung your arms around his neck.

“You’re gonna hold on to me now, okay?” he spoke into your ear while he soothingly rubbed your back. You nodded and tightened your grip on him. Your eyes were shut tightly, and your face was nuzzled in the crook of his neck while you clung to his figure. A strong wind blew through your hair and you felt every jump as he swung through the air with you. The rollercoaster-like feeling went on for a while, but you could barely focus on it. All you could think about was how scared you still were, even if you knew you were safe now. Your eyes stayed closed all the way, until he softly set you down.

You were sitting on the windowsill of your apartment, the window opened. Gently, he helped you inside and climbed right after you.

“No! You need to go back there!” you said. “What if there’s more people in danger?”

“I spoke to the firemen,” he explained. “They said almost everyone is out the building. Everyone, except for one person, who apparently stayed behind to make sure everyone was safe.”

He was looking at you so intently, you almost felt guilty.

“I was worried about our new co-workers!” you said, fear still obvious in your voice. He must had noticed, because his gaze instantly softened and he took you back into his arms.

“It’s okay, you were just trying to help,” he assured you. “You’re safe now, everyone’s safe. The firefighters are going to finish the job now.”

For a while you stayed that way, clinging to him, until your breathing felt a little more even. Slowly, you pulled away, and realized he was still wearing his mask. So you reached behind his head, and pulled the material off him carefully. A wave of affection overcame you at the way he looked at you now. His eyes were warm and gentle. And when your gaze wandered to his lips, you couldn’t help but lean forward slightly. His eyes caught yours as he recognized your actions. When you tilted your head a little, your eyes automatically closed. Next thing you knew, you were kissing him. He tasted of smoke and a little sweat, but you couldn’t have cared less. Happily, you smiled into the kiss as neither of you refused to pull away just yet.

You had thought about what to say for so long. How to confess, without messing things up or making it awkward. But you guessed s it was right what they said. Sometimes it was better not to speak your emotions. It was best to simply show them.