#hm. well. im not sure what the point im trying to make is other than the fact that lxl are idiots for each other ig
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deus-ex-mona · 10 months ago
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favourite stupid relationship dynamic: idiots who would immediately protect and defend the other but never themself
#still thinking about how lxl just takes whatever life throws at them without fighting back (esp in the lxl movie)#so it was up to the other (mainly yujiro) to do the protecting (of aizo) since he was clearly not going to do anything about it#poor yujiro never fought back against the longleg/shortleg until aizo was brought up… no sense of self-preservation with that one#‘you can mess with me but not my bf!!!!!’ kind of energy#ig aizo did kind of defend yujiro in the [redacted] anime ep 4 nonsense and pointless scandal scene but that’s about it…#give aizo more chances to play the hero for his cute bf!!!!! the princess carry wasn’t enough!!!!#though. ngl it’s kinda funny how aizo’s always portrayed as the husband and yujiro the wife in their r/s (see: meoto)#but yujiro is always the one fighting for aizo’s honour. l&k novel (i think; still havent read it). lxl movie. chizu hallway scene (kind of)#and even in honeypre he got aizo the werewolf costume (instead of the pumpkin). he was the one who gave aizo a gift on white day (like a bf)#he even turned aizo into a worried wife when he (the bumbling husband) wandered out till late in kyoto to look for a *phone strap*#hm. well. im not sure what the point im trying to make is other than the fact that lxl are idiots for each other ig#they may be really really stupid but they love(?) and support each other (in a sense)… two menaces in a pod.#they should just get married (again)#though speaking of lxl marriage remember when that music magazine spread misinfo about how meoto was set in the sengoku era#and everyone believed it? the mv sure shocked everyone in more ways than one lmaooooooo#lxl twt was on fire that day. ‘horns??? a fantasy setting????? what happened to the sengoku era?????’ it was so funny you h a d to be there#but. hm. we’ve had quite a lxl content drought… disregarding the [redacted] mv they havent been seen in 4 months#throwing out a guess that they’ll get a new song for a winter comiket cd or sth. idk#sure hope that lxl do not get a new song or mv before kimikawaii release though bc that’d be unfairrrrrrrrr
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pearlymel · 9 months ago
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Sylus remembers clearly the day he found out you were both having twins. Twins, as in two babies as yours and his first children.
How you almost passed out when the doctor delivered the news, but he was quick to tell you that everything would be okay.
He's going to be the best husband for you, and for the twins..?
they sure were going to be a handful.
“Sylus!” Sylus' head snapped towards the kitchen, where your voice had come from, “come get your son before i cook him!”
He knew that you were joking. Probably.
the kitchen, one hand holding his little girl's hand guiding her along. "Now, now," he called out as he entered the kitchen, "No cooking the children, sweetie.”
You let out a sigh when you watch the boy run away while letting out giggles, his face and hands full of white flour.
Seeing this, Sylus let out an exasperated sigh as well, his gaze shifting from his running figure to the mess of flour on the floor. "Sorry about the mess he made," he muttered before looking over at you, a sheepish smile on his face. "Go to your brother,” he urges the girl next to him, she nods slowly before running off to him.
“I'll feed him to the ducks one day.” You say with determination, still focused on trying to make this dinner a success after the mess.
But Sylus chuckled at your threat, knowing all too well that you were only half-serious. He could see the twitching in your eyes, but he also knew that you loved both of your children dearly, even if they could be a handful sometimes.
”Though I suspect he would probably find a way to befriend them and make a mess with them.”
“.. why are you right?”
“because i know my children,” he says proudly, then makes slow steps from behind you to not alert you so suddenly, his arms snaking around your waste with his chin resting on your shoulder, “what are you making?”
You smile, “dinner.”
"Smartass," he teased, "I meant what kind of dinner are you making?” he whispers calmly, a soft conversation between you two, with his thumb rubbing ideally on you.
“hm, i could be dinner… but oh well.” you sigh dramatically and he laughs quietly.
You couldn't even continue because you hear a faint “ewwww.” Coming from the corner.
You both glance back at the two heads peeking out from the wall, and you roll your eyes.
"and here I was, having a moment with your mother," he said to them, his voice still low yet amused. "You two really have a knack for interrupting, don't you?”
Your little girl was the first to speak, “it was his idea.” She started quietly, her fingers fidgeting together, but her brother only gasped, “she's lying!”
"Oh, really now?" he’s skeptical, and he approaches both of them with his arms crossed, “Hmm, it's always the innocent ones who lie, isn't it?”
“but I'm not—”
“liar.” The little one huffs and looks away with annoyance, but the minute he could hear his sister im the verge of tears, he knew he messed up.
Sylus was quick to notice her distraught demeanor, his heart clenching slightly at the sight of her on the verge of tears.
"you," Sylus pointed out at the other twin, his voice firmer and authoritative, "did you cause the mess?”
Sylus let out a deep sigh, his stern expression softening slightly. He knew he was just being a mischievous little boy, but he also had to nip such behavior in the bud.
"You know better than to blame others for your pranks,” he said, his voice firm but gentle. "Apologize to your sister.”
The girl sniffled, the threat of tears subsiding as she accepted her brother's apology. She wiped away her stray tears with the back of her hand, a small smile forming on her face.
Sylus nodded approvingly, he patted both of them on their head gently. "There we go, now go back and play together.”
This whole time you were watching the scene with the biggest smile on your face, and Sylus was already prepared for your upcoming teasing words.
“and the father of the year goes to.. you.” ... except he didn't expect this rare sweet statement of yours. He's reminded of why he put a ring on it in the beginning.
"What can I say?" he replied, his voice filled with pride. "I have a talent for handling troublemakers." He placed both of his arms on the counter to your sides, boxing you in, "though, to be fair, they get their mischievous streaks from their mother," he added, and you gasp before turning around. burnt dinner it is.
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angelluvsrafe · 19 days ago
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rafe walking in on her with a vibrator in the shower
im going to change vibrator to shower head because it’s basically the same thing!
use your shower head at your own risk (please don’t blast your bean off)
cw: sexual content; p in v; masturbation; inappropriate use of shower head
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the warm water from the shower head is spraying against your clit, causing your jaw to fall slack and eyes to roll back.
you stifle your moan by sinking your teeth into your bottom lip. your hips uncontrollably twitch up towards the spray as you reach your high.
your eyes squeeze shut as you let out a sharp hiss, your orgasm so close.
“baby?” rafe’s voice cuts through the sound of the shower, causing your eyes to snap open and pull the shower head away from your throbbing pussy.
“-the hell are you doing?” rafe stands just outside the shower, looking you up and down as you’re leaned back against the wet tile.
“i thought you weren’t going to be home for like- another hour” you try to catch your breath.
“that doesn’t explain what you were doing…” his tone drops to a lower, sterner level.
“uh- well… i was horny.” you splutter, avoiding eye contact with rafe.
“hm… well where’d you learn you could use that…?” he asks, pointing towards the shower head.
“uh- tiktok…” you mumble, your cheeks now covered in a pink tint.
when you gain the confidence to look back up at rafe, he’s already stripping his clothes off of his toned body. he drops them to the floor and steps into the shower with you.
his cock is already hard and twitching, almost touching his stomach as he leans forward. he grabs your thighs, pulling you to lay down on the marble bench of his shower.
you let out a small yelp as you slip but he chuckles and steadies you, bringing your legs up so your ankles are resting on his shoulders.
he takes the shower head out of your grip and carefully sprays your clit with it. when he’s sure you’re comfortable, he spreads your lips and moves the head closer, the spray stronger now.
your back arches off the marble as he circles the water around your clit slowly. you let out, loud, needy moans as your legs twitch.
rafe’s free hand pumps his hard cock a few times before he lines it up with your weeping hole. he pushes into you, the pleasure from the shower head completely numbing the slight pain of your pussy stretching around his size.
“atta girl…” he pants, thrusting into you. “look at you… so fucking pretty when i’ve got you moaning…”
“ngh- rafe-” you moan, your eyes falling shut. “m gonna cum”
“cum for me, sweetheart…” he tells you, his voice low yet soft.
rafe’s pace doesn’t falter, his cock continue to hammer into your pussy. the spray from the shower head making that familiar warm feeling in your core even more intense.
your toes curl as you reach out to grip rafe’s arm. your orgasm washes over you intensely, loud moans eliciting from your plush lips.
yet the spray from the shower doesn’t stop, rafe continues to aim it at your clit. his thrusts continue, the sound of your skin slapping against each other overpowering the noise of the water.
by the time rafe shoots his warm cum into your cunt, your second orgasm washes over you. this time even more intense than the other, tears pricking at your eyes.
“m- rafe- s’too much” you protest, he gets the memo and pulls the head away from you.
“you did so good, doll…” he praises, his wet hand pushing some hair out of your face.
“next time you need me, call me… i don’t like the idea of you getting off by yourself…” he kisses your temple.
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illbegottenfaith · 8 months ago
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maybe stay here forever (inspired by packing it up by gracie abrams)
the holidays have you feeling sentimental over yours and theo's relationship (theo nott x reader)
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a/n - 100 followers in a little over a month is very much insane for me, and like any other writer I rlly appreciate every interaction with my fics <3 also im trying to work on making mutuals (esp with other writers!) but man it does NOT help that im so incurably shy, anyways enjoy!!
tropes/warnings - tw descriptions of grief and anxiety, established relationship, domestic bliss, more angst than I anticipated, an outtake ft. petty!theo throwing down with a 13-year-old
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"Y/N! PHONE!”
You placed your butterbeer down with a thunk, weaving your way from your table to the telephone at the counter. Your friend Ivy handed it to you before disappearing into the crowd. You knew who it was even before pressing your ear to the receiver.
“This is highly illegal, as you very well know,” you said breathlessly. "Randy hates anyone using his phone."
“Relax. Ivy said he's gone into the back.”
Even through a telephone line, your boyfriend's voice gave you a giddy sort of thrill. Still, you glanced at the back door anxiously. “For now. What’s up?”
“Oh, nothing. Just wanted to hear you sound deliciously panicky.”
“Unbelievable. I’m risking being banned from Hogsmeade’s only pub for nothing?”
“What’s the point of having a girlfriend,” Theo wanted to know, “if she won’t enable your illegal endeavours?”
You rolled your eyes. “So, did you manage a game between the four of you?”
“Eh. It was…something. I’m not sure if anyone would call it Quidditch, though.”
“Oh?”
“You should join us next time. The flying, screaming - you’d love it.”
"Rude." The one time Theo had managed to wheedle you into at least trying to play Quidditch with him and some of your friends had not ended very well for you. In your defense, heading straight for the ground sounded like a much safer option than waiting around to be hit by a Bludger.
“You’re still watching the back door, aren’t you?”
You stiffened, eyes sweeping across the crowded pub. He wasn’t here, was he? He did love messing with you. You shook yourself. Of course not, you were using the only telephone in the vicinity. “Am not,” you sniffed injuredly. "Anyway, what are you up to now?"
"I'm about to go down to the shops to run your errands. What did you need, again?"
"Butterbeer fla - are you writing this down?"
"No need, I'll remember."
You frowned. "Teddy, you always say that, and you always forget something."
"Not this time. Shoot."
You huffed. With how aggravating Theo could be, he was lucky he had such a pretty face. "Butterbeer flavoured popcorn, for the popcorn garlands. If they only have regular, don't bother, I have bags and bags of those. New Christmas lights, because one of the bulbs blew out. Wrapping paper, someone's bound to need it. Hm, what else...that disgusting peppermint tea you love - "
"I don't love peppermint tea. It's...it's not bad, that's all."
"Fibber. You cleaned us out last year."
"And I'll do it again if you keep throwing around these unlawful accusations."
You rolled your eyes. "Oh, listen - bring Mattheo along with you, will you?"
Having just broken up with his girlfriend, Matteo's Christmas plans fell through at the last minute. You couldn't help it was in your nature to worry. You heard the distant rustle of parchment crackle over the phone. Ah - ha, fibber indeed. "Alright, but for the last time, he's doing perfectly fine on his own." You heard him folding the list up. "He's a grown man, Y/N."
Your tone turned reproachful. "It's the holidays. No one should have to spend the holidays alone, remember?"
"Don't you have your own friends to fret over?"
"They're all going home. You only have yourself to blame for being within arm's reach, you know."
"If I'd known you were going to be this meddlesome I'd have stayed far, far away."
"Please. Like you could have resisted my charms."
You could imagine the teasing look he'd be giving you.
"Speaking of charms, how does a charm bracelet sound? Would you like that?"
You sighed. For some reason, you were having a particularly difficult time thinking of something to ask for this Christmas. You kept putting it off, and now it was less than two weeks away. Theo was doing his best to help, though it did get a bit grating when he'd point out every item in a shop one by one.
"I still don't know," you said helplessly. "Rain-check? Again?"
"Fine. But you don't have much time left." You heard him unfolding the list. "So, for today, butterbeer flavoured popcorn, Christmas lights, wrapping paper and peppermint tea?"
"Yep. Thanks, Teddy."
"Anything for you, doll." Theo cleared his throat and dropped his voice a couple of pitches.
"So what are the odds I can convince you to wear that green little number to tonight's party?"
You grinned at the pub counter flirtatiously. "I don't know. How badly do you want to see me in it?"
Theo groaned. "Going to make me beg for it, baby?"
"In a manner of speaking." You glanced back at the back door, just in case. "Haven't you learned? Sweet-talking will get you everywhere with me." Your eyes drifted to your table, where Ivy was impatiently waving you over. "Damn. I have to go. Ivy looks like she's about to have a coronary."
"Wearthedre-"
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You wore the dress. You could be cruel, but not that cruel. It was a cosy sort of party, with friends and friends of friends milling around. You were sitting in Theo's lap on one of the couches, the two of you trying to talk over the music.
" - and so I said to Ivy, if he can't be bothered to even say hi when there's other people around, then that shows how little respect he has for you, and he'll only get worse the more you let him get away with it, and - and I'm rambling."
Theo's mouth quirked into that special smile he reserved just for you. "Only a little. It's very becoming, if that's what you're worried about."
"Yeah, right."
"It is, but only because it's coming from you."
You fiddled with Theo's hair, trying to fix a cowlick of his. "So what did you do today?"
"We got the popcorn, the tea, the wrapping paper. Matteo got a little too excited with the lights."
You raised your eyebrows. "Do tell."
"Mind you, he's never shopped for anything in his life. He has house elves for that."
"Kind of like you when we first met," you teased lightly.
"I don't think he was expecting so many options. He kept winding each type around his limbs to compare. I think the insulation was faulty on one of them so he got a mild electrical shock."
You gasped. "Is he okay?"
"Yeah, as far as I could tell. I think he kind of liked it, to be honest."
"Of course he did." You wrinkled your nose. "Then what did you do?"
"Freed him, obviously."
"And then?"
"Then we got the same lights we always do."
"And then?"
Theo shook his head, bemused, and tugged at a lock of your hair. "And then nothing. And then we left. And then I changed and came straight up to the party to find my nuisance of a girlfriend."
You laughed. Theo wasn't being particularly funny, but it was hot and your hair was sticking to the back of your neck and you were high off the thrill that came with being perfectly in sync with your favourite person. In short, you were too buzzed to care. You were flushed, either from the alcohol or the feel of Theo's hand steadily creeping up your thigh.
"I have some bad news, though."
You sat up and scowled. "What?"
"I couldn't get us out of my family's Christmas dinner."
You groaned. You had half a mind to drown Theo in what was left of your drink.
"C'mon, Y/N," he cajoled, "iwe'll only be there a couple of days. Tis the season of giving."
"Sure, I'll give them a push down the stairs."
Theo stifled a snort and plucked the drink out of your hand. "Okay, that's enough punch for you. Speaking of..." He glanced somewhere behind you, sitting up a little and, frustratingly, pulled his hand off your thigh. "The punch bowl might need refilling."
"Don't," you whined, dragging his hand back to where it was a moment ago. "Let Enzo do it. We don't get to see enough of each other as it is."
Theo sighed. "So you're just never going to let me leave?"
"I can't help it," you said, "I like the way you speak. I love hearing you talk." You rested your forehead against his, your eyes fluttering close. "Promise you'll never quit talking to me."
"Done," he murmured against your lips, a hand sliding to the small of your back.
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Hours later, you felt yourself stirring. It was the middle of the night, long after the two of you had gone to bed. You regretfully peeled your eyes open, trying to figure out what had woken you up.
Theo was lying next to you. It took a few more blinks to see that he was breathing harder than normal, the moonlight filtering through the window casting a sickly pallor on his face. His breathing quickened till it bordered on hyperventilating, a restlessness spreading through his body as he uselessly clenched at the sheets.
The first night you had witnessed this, you had gone absolutely ballistic. You thought he was having a seizure. After an awkward conversation between a highly uncomfortable Theo and a panic-stricken you, you learned that it wasn't its first, or last, occurrence.
They weren't nightmares, exactly. If they were, Theo would forget them by the time he was shaken awake, and only the residual tremour in his limbs would be left. They were more akin to bouts of subconscious panic and despair surfacing from the recesses of his mind. Some nights, he recovered quickly, falling back to sleep in under an hour. Other nights, you'd hear him creep out of the room so as not to wake you while he whiled away the hours to dawn.
As hard as Theo tried, bless him, he struggled to put an explanation for these attacks into words. You guessed that it might have something to do with the sudden, unexpected departure of certain loved ones from his life after one mildly confusing fight. You had slipped out of bed early one morning, while Theo was still asleep, to get a headstart on your work for the day. A couple of hours later, when he found you in the Slytherin common room and immediately started going off on you, still in his pajamas, you found out how much waking up in an empty bed freaked Theo out.
Now, you shoved Theo hard on the shoulder. His eyes flew open, anxiously twitchy, as his breathing started slowing down. Still half-asleep, you snuggled up to him, pressing an ear to his chest. You could hear his heart pounding under his T-shirt. After a moment or so, once he'd recovered from the shock, he tentatively wrapped his arms around you.
You squeezed an arm around him as well. "'M here," you mumbled into his shirt. You could feel him taking deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down as he distractedly stroked your hair. Slowly, bit by bit, you felt him relax around you as you started to doze off. There the both of you stayed, a tangle of limbs, till the morning.
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one year ago
You were sitting in the Astronomy Tower one chilly autumn night, having escaped from the party your friends had dragged you to. The holidays had just begun, and in the coming days, most people would be going home or carrying out their respective plans. Most people didn't include you. This year, more than anything, you wanted to be alone. Your friends assumed you were going home for the holidays, and your family assumed you were spending them with your friends at Hogwarts, and to be completely honest, you didn’t see the need to correct either of them.
You looked up, straining your ears as you heard disembodied footsteps approaching you. A minute later, Theodore Nott emerged from the shadows.
“Mind if I join you?”
You shook your head as Theo settled with his back against a pillar, stretching one overly-long leg towards you while bending the other. You had seen him at the party for the first fifteen minutes you were there. He looked delightfully comfortable in a loose, casual denim button-down. It felt a little odd to think of him as an acquaintance when you saw him nearly weekly while your other friends caught up. But at the same time, there was a tinge of awkwardness in the silence stretching out between the two of you. You weren’t even sure if he knew your name. Now, he was pulling a pack of cigarettes out of his jean pocket.
“Is it okay if I -?”
You shrugged wordlessly, still in a bit of a daze. As far as you could remember, you had never been in a one-on-one setting with Theo. It wasn’t that you avoided each other; it just never came to it. You had plenty of mutual friends acting as a buffer between you two.
All you knew about him was that your families’ tax brackets were far apart enough to mean you’d likely never see him again after Hogwarts. And after getting bruised and beaten by one too many failed relationships, you were kind of over trying to reach out or connect with new people.
And so Theodore's familial prestige was all you took note of. That, you thought as you watched him sigh in relief after the first drag of his cigarette, and his mildly concerning nicotine addiction.
You risked a sidelong glance at him to find him unabashedly looking right at you. But with him sitting perpendicular to you, you were in his direct eye line. Where else was he supposed to look? Literally anywhere else, you wished, as you returned his gaze with an awkward half-smile.
“So, Y/N,” Theo was saying, tapping ash off his cigarette. So he did know your name. You decided then that you were right - you had never been in such an intimate capacity with him before. After all, you weren’t one to forget someone saying your name like…like that. Like he harboured some secret fascination with it, from the way he let it linger on his tongue. “Any special holiday plans?”
You shook your head wordlessly. Theo gave a slight frown.
“You do speak, don’t you?”
You scoffed. “…yes. Obviously.” He’d seen you talk in front of him. Maybe not to him, but he knew you could speak perfectly fine. Your tongue currently feeling like cardboard was an entirely separate mystery.
“Going home?”
You hesitated. Theo was neither friend nor family, but for some inexplicable reason, that made it all the more difficult to lie to him. You blamed it on the smoke, it must have been making you nauseous. That, or his relentlessly demanding stare.
“I only ask because Ivy mentioned you were.”
You gave him a look, mildly peeved. If he already knew, what was he prodding around for? The cooler, more rational part of your mind pointed out that he might just have been trying to make polite conversation, and that a normal person who didn’t keep secrets like you wouldn’t be having this kind of a reaction.
“Yeah. I leave…soon.” Not for the holidays, though.
“That’s funny,” Theo continued pleasantly, “because I heard you mention to Matteo that you were staying here with the girls.”
You froze. Crap. How were you going to explain your way out of this one?
“So?” You couldn’t keep the defensive edge out of your voice. Maybe if you acted confident enough, he wouldn’t realise anything was amiss.
“So…you’re lying to someone.” He tapped his cigarette again, irritatingly casual, as if you were only discussing the weather.
“Why are you so interested in my holiday plans anyway?” you asked crossly, pulling your cardigan tighter around you as a chilly breeze started picking up.
Theo raised his eyebrows. He had the gall to look thrown off, as if he wasn’t the one pursuing the topic.
“People don’t normally lie about their holiday plans. You do realise that, right?”
Oddly enough, something in his tone made you feel embarrassed over being caught in a lie. Scratch that, it was embarrassing to have Theodore Nott catch you in a lie. What for, anyway? He was hardly the most honest person himself. Probably. You felt the back of your neck heat up. You desperately wished he would look away.
“What’s it to you?”
Theo opened his mouth before closing it again. He stewed in his thoughts for a minute while his jaw worked, as if he were trying to find the right words.
“You shouldn’t be alone on the holidays.”
You worried your bottom lip. Was this…concern?
“Maybe I want to be alone.”
“Do you?”
His otherwise dead eyes looked so inquisitive - so piercing yet unnervingly honest for someone as prone to manipulation as him. You couldn’t bring yourself to lie to those eyes. You dropped your gaze to where your fingers were fidgeting with the hem of your skirt.
“It’s complicated.”
“So explain.”
You laughed humourlessly. “They wouldn’t understand.”
You watched the shadows on the tower’s floor shift. You looked up to see Theo finishing off his cigarette as he moved to join you, looking out at the same Hogwarts grounds you were facing. It seemed to make it easier, this pseudo-confession, without the brunt of his needling stare.
Here was someone you didn’t feel the urge to explain yourself to. You felt…less alone. Like you finally had someone unequivocally on your side. It had been a long time since you felt that way.
Even with the slight distance between you, you could feel the body heat he radiated. You leaned towards him slightly, but you told yourself it was only because he was blocking the wind and you were sick of shivering. Perhaps you weren’t as subtle as you would have liked, because he stretched an arm around you, running his hand up and down your arm to warm you up as you sank into his heat gratefully. You didn’t have the heart to pull away. You didn’t want to pull away.
“You could explain it to me, you know.” Theo glanced down to where you were resting your head on his shoulder. “If you wanted.”
You toyed with the idea. So, basically, I’m sick of every relationship I’ve been in falling flat, and lately I’ve been feeling like even my friends don’t understand me, so you’ve caught me just as I’m giving up on it - love, that is, romantic or otherwise. You pulled a face. It sounded far too melodramatic even in your own head. Still, you tried.
“Have you ever felt like…giving up?” Theo’s brow furrowed even more. “No, not - I’m not suicidal. Just…when everything gets too exhausting, and reaching out just feels so…”
“Once.”
You hesitated. You weren’t expecting him to agree. Sympathise, maybe.
“After my mother died.”
“…oh.”
Could you sound any more stupid? But you couldn’t help it - in a group of friends who regularly made cracks at each other’s Death Eater fathers, Theo’s mother was a strictly off-limits topic.
"It was a couple of years back." Theo's voice sounded different now; blithe and almost aggressively neutral. "In front of me. I didn't realise until it was too late, but she was my best friend." He paused, idly tracing the lines on his palm, but you got the distinct impression that he was trying very hard to discuss something that was very difficult to talk about.
“I was -“ he broke off with a sharp bark of laughter that sounded as painful as it was unexpected. “I was angry, actually. Fucking livid. Angry at my dad, for being such a piece of shit. Angry at myself, for every time I thought I was too cool to spend time with her. Angry at her because…because it was too soon, and she was all I had. And she knew that.”
Theo had a white knuckle grip on the edge of the tower’s floor, looking dangerously close to trembling. Every ridge in his face stood taut with the ache of poorly healed emotional wounds. “She knew it. She fucking knew it.”
You placed a hand over his. He drummed his fingers restlessly against the floor, and you could feel the agitation seeping out of him as his breathing evened out.
“How did you get over it? The anger?”
Theo gave you a strange, almost pitying look.
“I’m angry nearly every day of my life, Y/N.”
He sighed and dropped his head, finally leaning into you as well, his hand drifting innocently along your arm as he talked, as if you were old friends. “But if Matteo and the others have drilled anything in my head over the years, it’s that isolating yourself is the real killer.”
Your fists were clenched tightly in your lap. It was almost comforting, seeing how your body language mirrored each other's. You didn't think you would ever feel ready to do it once more, letting yourself be susceptible to heartbreak or loss, in this lifetime or the next, but perhaps...perhaps you could manage. For him. You turned slightly, burying your face into his neck and closing your eyes.
“I suppose…I could try," you started in a small voice, partially muffled by Theo's shirt. You took a deep breath in. God, his neck smelled so good. "One last time."
“Of course you can,” Theo murmured, sounding unreasonably patient. “You’re stronger than this.”
“You think so?”
“I know so.”
You let him keep holding you for a little while longer, just until you warmed up to the idea The quiet felt nice. Theo felt nice, in every sense of the phrase.
“I’m starting to think you didn’t come here for just a smoke break.”
"Ivy might have mentioned something," he confessed. You bit back a smile. You should have guessed. "Your friends really care about you, you know. And you've really worried them."
The bitter taste of guilt hit your jaw. You idly traced the stitching of Theo's jean's pockets. Someone else also seemed rather worried, though you weren't about to point that out.
"Have I?"
"Afraid so. You're lucky you're so precious."
Theo tapped your nose, and for the first time that evening, you grinned. After weeks of wandering in a cloud of grief, the motion felt achingly familiar. Theo returned the smile, as if you couldn't help but amuse him.
“There it is.”
“There what is?”
He looked momentarily speechless again. You frowned. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think that you made him as nervous as he made you.
“Nothing,” he mumbled hastily. “Can we go back down? It’s freezing up here.”
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"Morning."
With some difficulty, you extracted yourself from Theo's embrace. You cleared your raspy throat as you stretched out your stiff limbs.
"H'llo."
Theo leaned down to give you a peck on the lips and you wrapped your arms around his neck. As he pulled back, your hands slid to his face, then down to his shoulders. You weren't entirely sure what you were looking for. "Better?"
"Yes." You saw the sleepy bliss fading from his face. "I'm sorry I woke you."
"You didn't," you lied. "I was up anyway."
Theo quirked an eyebrow interestedly. "What could a respectable girl like you be doing at three in the morning?"
You giggled softly and pulled him on top of you, and you thought he gave a rather appealing demonstration on what you might have been doing. A while later, you glanced at the clock, and saw that it was getting dangerously close to afternoon.
"We should probably get up."
"Mhm. You still need to decide what you want for Christmas, by the way."
Cold air rushed in as Theo rolled off of you, pulling his clothes on. You dragged yourself to the bathroom, still trying to figure out what to ask for. When you stepped out, feeling much more human, Theo was missing. You wandered into the empty common room where he had already set out two steaming mugs of that disgusting peppermint tea on one of the tables, complete with candy canes.
His eyebags are terrible as ever, and he's yawning, but he looks happy. Content. As content as you feel. And you think, this is all you want. For Theo to always get the cold side of his pillow, all the peppermint tea he could want, pleasant Hogsmeade trips...a real break, for once. For him to get everything that he asks for, and more.
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"Let's talk about something else. Anything else." Theo pulled you into his lap. "Like what an adorable elf you make."
You narrowed your eyes at him. "I'm not sneaking you into this year's gift donation drive."
"Why not?"
You should have known this was coming. "Listen, you got yourself banned last year."
"It wasn't even my fault. You didn't even hear how snarky that guy was being. 'Oh, where's your present?' Jackass."
"The jackass was 13, Theo."
He sniffed with an injured air. "It's not like I lied to him or something, you know."
"Again, for the last time, I cannot impress enough how incredibly inappropriate it is to point out one of the helper elves as your 'present' to a 13-year-old boy."
"But you were my present. I got to unwrap you and everything afterwards."
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eph3merall · 8 months ago
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hello love, how are you? i hope you're okay, i was wondering if you could write to dealer!chris being jealous seeing innocent!bff!reader with another guy. love uuu 💕
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they r kinda uneventful im sorry if this is boring. dont get me wrong, these two are usually more exciting :(
the music playing at the party seems to reverberate in your chest, making you feel every thump your heart makes. everyone is shouting, loud and raucous whoops making you ears hurt a little. baggies dotted with specks of white powder litter the floor, along with empty beer bottles and cans, red solo cups, and you even somehow stumbled into finding some girls bra as well.
you house a soda in your hand, nestled into chris' side as he does what he does. makes money, looking at a group of tipsy girls just the right way to swindle some more money from them. he's clicking his tongue against his teeth as he counts the crinkled bills, smoothing them out and lifting his hips up off the couch to stuff the momey into one of his back pockets.
with chris' arm loopes around your shoulder, he used the other to lift the red cap on his head to fix his hair before sliding it back on and scoping out the crowd of people. he spots some of your friends on the dance floor, a sly grin overtaking his face as his hand pats your shoulder a few times. he gestures to your friends with his chin and a subtle point of his finger, urging you to put yourself out there some more and participate in more shit other than sit by his side at these house parties.
your teeth bite at your lip, gnawing the skin off slowly as you hand your drink to chris. you don't really trust anyone else, and it would be good to actually get up and stuff. this is a party anyways, and you never really do much—just like chris had mentioned. and your friends are already waving you over, drunken smiles plastered on their face and bodies swaying to the beat of the music.
any anxiety melts into waves of comfort and a sort of happiness, letting familiar hands grasp yours and spin you around, shifting your body to the music that seems to rattle your bones. chris is watching every second, eyes fixated on you and only you when he isn't too busy with a buyer. he wants to make sure you don't do anything stupid—or, matter of fact he just doesn't want your friends to do anything stupid.
when chris is somewhat certain you won't accidentally sip someone else's drink or something, he turns his attention back to his own little business. girls are shoving bills into his hand, eager to get their grimy, manicured hands on just a few lines of coke or some pills. it's not exactly a good gig, but chris makes bank off it—so of course he isn't complaining. even as some girls stare at him smug, trying to weasel their way into his mind with bedroom eyes. 'i could always pay another way, hm?'
meanwhile, youre stumbling past sweaty bodies drenched in perfume and cologne to stand off to the side, your friends having drifted off somewhere else and out of your peripherals. you peek over heads and squint through the empty space of bodies, trying to even spot chris—and unable to. when you start shuffling back, mumbling a panicked 'sorry!' when some snobby girls shove past you with a stank eye, knocking your back into someone's chest.
chris is caught up with buyers and some of his friends who have sat at his side. he didn't care much about them, namely, only really giving a fuck when nate plops down beside him with a drink in his hand and a girl tucked beside him. chris offers him a pre roll, hips lifting up and his other hand reaching in his back pocket to fish out a lighter—offering that to nate as well. surprisingly, he hands the girl with him the pre roll, chris watching from the side of his eye how she lets it hang between her lips, nate clicking the lighter to life to give it a burn.
the lighter lands in chris' lap with a little toss, nate grinning at him before turning his attention back to the girl. chris doesn't say anything, ignoring the way his chest clenches at the sight of them. he never would've thought nate to be one to limit himself to one girl, but he looked happy. chris is shoving the lighter back into his pocket and handing a baggie of substance to some girl who just paid extra since she was new. he just crooks her a grin, winking and watching as she turns to her friends with a blush adorning her face.
you're sparking up a conversation with this guy youve just met. he's into some of the same things you are, and hes cute. your face is stretched into a bright smile, obviously stoked at the fact you get to ramble and yap about your interests without having a certain someone tell you in your ear constantly that 'you're annoying' or 'shut up'.
what you dont see is chris pushing people out of the way to stalk towards you, an unamused look etched into his features. his jaw tenses when he's within distance to hear you laugh and clutch at the guys shoulder for support, the two of you doubling over in giggles. and the thing is, chris can see the way youre practically bouncing up and down with joy, eyes lit up and lips moving a mile per second with how excited he can see you.
the sight makes his eye subconsciously twitch a little, teeth grinding together as he shoves a couple devouring each others faces off out of his way. he stands a little ways behind you, glowering and obviously in some form upset. but he doesn't exactly realize it's more so jealousy, envy even—you never look like that when talking to him.
the guy youve been acting so buddy buddy with notices his lingering presence first, the smile dropping on his face and in chain turning your own grin into a confused frown. chris is glaring, a scoff sounding under his breath as your 'friend' apologizes quickly and offers you a sweet smile that has chris' heart beating rather quickly. he's backing away, rushing off to his own group of friends.
and you're confused, a hand reaching out ready to grab his arm to stop him—but hes already gone. youre still vibrating head to toe with happiness that someone seems to have multiple of the same interests as you, only for your mood to shift a little when you feel the presence standing behind you. turning your head to meet chris' eyes and his hands fixing the hat on his head, you frown at him.
"what was that for? i was having a conversation," you start to argue, annoyance flooding your veins. but chris is clutching your wrist and tugging you away from the crowd back to his little sofa, and he hates the way you huff and try to shove yourself away from his grasp.
chris doesn't enjoy the feeling in his chest, two fingers reaching up from his free hand to prod at his chest over his hoodie, trying to relieve the suffocating feeling. it's not like your any much happier, genuinely wanting to get to know the guy. you should've asked for his number, nerves flooding your body and making you too anxious to do so—because what if he had said no?
chris' grip gets steadily tighter as he leads you back to your original spot, ignoring the way he would've probably beat that guy to a pulp if he had tried taking you out on a date or something. but he doesn't get it. he doesn't get why he even thinks like that, annoyance coursing through him at his own confusion. in some way, he understood the foreign feeling. he was jealous, simply. he disliked the look of you with anyone else, but why? why does he feel this way, because it's not even as if you two are together.
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hearts4maddison · 7 months ago
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❅ A Cozy Christmas!
| Lando Norris x Reader.
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- pairing: Lando Norris x Fem!Reader. - warnings: fluff..fluff and more fluff,only some swearing kissing flirting,kinda sexual? let me know if i’ve missed any. - summary: After a chaotic f1 season comes to an end You and lando bask in bed at home all day long as a cold December day rolls around in Monaco.
- Note: Merry christmas! to everyone who celebrates and over all have a wonderful break! And yes can you believe i posted like i’m alive probably gonna disappear again? this isn’t the best kinda rushed it but enjoy!
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The cold crisp December feeling lingered around the air in Monaco and sheet of snow covered the grounds. Sounds of Tourist,cars and people out shopping for the holidays ringed out in the air through the window of the penthouse.
Looking over to the night stand the clock time in bold numbers read out 10:30 half of the day already passed laying in bed in his arms Lando’s arms.
looking down seeing the side of lando sleeping face, his face buried into your chest the feeling of his arms tightly wrapped around your waist as he lets out a small huff shifting around under the warmth of the covers.
your hand slowly makes its way to his face moving his soft curls out of his face as he slowly shifts his eyes fluttering open adjusting to the light as he gives a dazed look
“couldn’t get enough of admiring me?” Lando says his voice groggy as he gives a goofy smile.
“sure mr big ego good morning to you to?” You reply rolling your eyes
“don’t worry i know im just so handsome and talented and-“ He says before you cut him off
“okay! okay! we get it” You laugh out
“just making sure ya know?” he replies his lips going to the soft skin of your neck leaving small kisses there
“lando..We need to get up” you mumble your hands going to his hair feeling the softness of his curls
“Nu uh ive got absolutely nothing to do..other than you?” He says with a shit eating grin on his face.
“Seriously!”
“i can’t help it but seriously i’ve got nothing to do other than be in bed with you.” he whispers against your neck his arms tightening around your waist
“so you don’t wanna do anything all day?” you ask
“Nope i’ve missed you my love..so much i just wanted to get home to you all season” he says locking eye contact with you before kissing your lips
“hm i couldn’t wait till you were home”
“im home now and i don’t want to do anything other than be here with you” Lando says giving you another soft peck on the lips
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And he meant every word. He refused to get up mostly get off you constantly kissing your face leaving softy pecks everywhere. The amount of times you had tried to get up for the bathrooms but he would protest keeping you in place.
Eventually you gave up trying to go and kinda accept that you weren’t leaving the bed any time soon and you didn’t really complain. You had him home,in your arms content.
However it got to point you had finally convinced him to let you get up and he was not happy but you made it up to him by moving to the kitchen making Hot chocolate with shit loads of marshmallows and whipped cream.
And the once calm and content atmosphere turned into hectic as you and Lando put up christmas decorations around the house aswell as decorating the tree.
“..Lando! That bauble doesn’t go there!” You say throwing a bit of tinsel at him
“Hey watch it! i have vision alright” He said giving a upset face
“well if the vision is putting a bunch of random tinsels and gonks on the tree then..?”
“..your just mad i’m a way better designer than you” he mocks
“.i think you should stick to f1” You scoff
“keep that attitude up y/n” Lando says shaking his head
“Or what?” You challenge rolling your eyes
You managed to get out before lando picked you you up throwing you over his shoulder.
“Knew we should’ve never gotten up!” he says
“Put me down! Now!” you respond kicking your legs around in the air as lando walks to the bedroom.
“Nope! ow! stop the kicking you muppet!”
“rude” you grumble
“Don’t worry i’ll make it up to you.” he says before closing the bedroom door
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In the end the tree was finally put after many interruptions but it all came together the greens and red standing out in the corner of the room. The whole penthouse giving a christmas festive look.
You lay your head on Lando shoulder as the movie plays in the back as you feel his lips kiss your head before shifting so your leaned into him breathing in his strong cologne in.
“Still think we should’ve listened to me-” he says with a laugh
“shut it” you say looking up at him
“Yes ma’am” he says while laughing as you push him slightly making him laugh more as he wraps his arms around you and kisses you.
“..that’s what i thought”
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MERRY CHRISTMAS TO EVERYONE! i hope you enjoyed this it’s not that great idk if i’ve made any spelling mistakes but please tell me if i have!
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x-prettyboy-x · 15 days ago
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Me vs immediately writing a part 2 cause I love Tryst so damn bad. Part 1
Pairing: Tryst x fem!reader
Contents: age gaps, reader is over 18 tho dont be weird(im thinking like 20/21), Co-parenting of Zoe and Becca lmao. SMUTISH, minors go away. Tryst just really wanting to see reader fall apart.
Warnings: lazy smut, cuz I didnt wanna write it✨️
Wc; 1.7k
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The week after you and Tryst finally told each other how you felt was slow. Painfully slow. It was slow for him as he waited for the plan to unfold. It was even slower for you. You had to watch after Becca and Zoe. Anytime they left their house, you had to be there. Making sure there was no one weird watching over them, not to mention shutting down whatever insane plans they came up with. Convincing them to just sit and wait was the hardest part. Well.. no. The hardest part was watching your phone every time it buzzed, hoping it was Tryst. It never was. You were worried fucking sick. And it was killing you.
But, things worked out. Trysts plan had worked like he'd hoped, and they were off the hook. For now, anyway. But they'd worry about that as it came.
Since they obviously couldn't use the penthouse anymore, everyone gathered at your apartment. You didn't mind. It was nice to have people around. The girls still printed their fake IDS, but it wasn't nearly as huge of a business as it was before. Just a way for them to make money every now and then. Things were almost back to normal. Almost.
You were sitting on your couch, aimlessly scrolling on your phone as the girls talked between themselves, typing away on Photoshop on their small setup. You turned your attention to them at the sound of your name being called. You looked up to see them both looking at you.
"Hm?" You hummed, waiting for them to speak.
"We're hungry." Becca spoke first, Zoe just nodding in agreement.
"Becca, you have more money than me and Zoe combined. You order food then." Zoe raised her eyebrows and turned her head to Becca, "She makes a good point."
"Cant Tryst just grab something? My cards maxed out this month." Becca rolled her eyes, earning a sigh from you as you pulled up Trysts contact on your phone and made the call, listening to it ring a few times before his voice came through on the other line.
"What can I do for you, beautiful?"
"Your kids are hungry." You responded, playfully glaring over at the two girls who just laughed.
"Oh my kids? Wasn't it you who said we were both raising them? They're only my kids when they get on your nerves. But.. worry not. Im outside."
"You're what?" But your question was quickly answered as he walked in, using his spare key you'd given him a few days ago. He hung up his phone and closed the door with his foot, his hands full with 2 bags as he walked to the kitchen.
"I come bearing sustenance." The girls wasted no time in running into the kitchen after him and practically ripping the bags apart like they hadn't been fed in weeks.
But you, you stayed in your spot. Especially when Trysts eyes locked on you and he started to walk over, moving to sit on the couch next to you and wrapping his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to place a gentle kiss to your temple, "Hello my sweet girl."
"Woah! The fuck was that!" Beccas voice rang from the kitchen, the both of you looking over to see both the girls standing there with a look of shock on their faces, "Since when are you two like..?"
You cleared your throat a bit and sat up, trying to find words. You weren't hiding it. You had no reason to. They were just being teenagers. Loud and over dramatic, "Since a week ago?"
"Wow, Tryst. I didn't know you got down like that.." Becca laughed, looking over at Zoe, who was just as suprised, "Yeah shes like.. our age. You know that, right?"
"Hey, stop it. I just now got him to stop feeling like a creep over it. It would be nice if you two didn't ruin my hard work. I'll have you know that I made the first move." It was only half a lie. You made the first real move. That's what matters.
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The girls didn't let it go, of course. They spent at least an hour asking questions and making jokes, asking how bad your daddy issues had to be or if you always liked older guys. Questions that made you insanely grateful when they finally went home. Becca got the text her mom was home and dragged Zoe along with her as she left.
You were cleaning up the mess they left in the kitchen when Tryst walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your neck lightly. "Kids, huh?"
You hummed and glanced at him over your shoulder, "Yeah, well. I thought I'd at least start with the cute newborn stage, not go straight to teenagers."
His kisses trailed lower down your neck, over your shoulder, his hands moving down to gently hold onto your hips, and you could practically feel the smirk on his face, "I can make that happen."
"It's giving me whiplash- you went from never touching me to never not touching me." You whispered, tilting your head to the side to expose more of your neck to him.
"Well, I spent weeks fighting the way I felt about you, and now I dont have to. I have a lot of time to make up for.." his hands moved to the button on your jeans, carefully popping it open."Tell me no, and this stops. We'll go sit on the couch and watch some shitty movie till I have to leave."
But how could you say no? You'd wanted him to touch you like this for what felt like years, even though it was only a month at most. But.. then you heard him say 'till I have to leave', and your heart dropped, "you're leaving again..?"
Tryst sighed against your neck, his hands moving back around your waist to pull you back against him, his chest pressed against your back. "You know me, always places to be. People to see. I need a new supplier.. I'll be back later tonight. But I wouldn't wait up"
"Can I just go with you?"
"No, baby. The fake IDS is one thing, but I don't want you wrapped up in the drug shit too, okay? I'll be back, I promise."
You went quiet. You didn't want him to move, didnt want him to leave without you there. Every time he left since the situation with Guy, since he showed up one day with a broken finger, you were terrified he'd leave and never come back. You took a deep breath and gently grabbed his hands, moving them back to the waistline of your jeans. "I'm not saying no.."
"I mean it.. I promise I'll come back, I'll always come back to you." He whispered against the shell of your ear, his hand slipping under the waistband of your jeans, wasting no time in slipping under your panties in one quick movement, touching right where you needed him most.
You let out a sigh and leaned your head back against his shoulder, letting your eyes flutter closed, listening to the whispered words against your ear, feeling his hands finally on you.
"There we go, good girl.."
You weren't sure how long you stood there, leaned back against his chest while he whispered dirty things into your ear, but it wasn't long before your quiet gasps became moans, getting higher in pitch.
Tryst wrapped his arm around you tighter, using it to keep you upright.
"That's it, come for me, baby."
You'd dreamt about moments like this. None of which you'd ever tell him about. But none of them could compare to the real thing, his voice in your ear, his hands on you, and the quiet groan he let out as you fell apart in his arms.
He pressed gentle kisses along your neck as he moved his hand away and slowly let you go, making sure you didn't lose your balance.
You turned to him once you'd caught your breath, a small embarrassed smile on your face.
"I guess dealing drugs isn't the only thing your hands are good for, hm?"
"Oh, you'd be surprised. That was nothing. I can roll some nice fucking blunts too."
He took a step forward to kiss you gently, "I gotta go. I promise I'll be back later tonight. See if Beccas free from her mom yet. Call the girls over and watch some movies or something, okay? I'll bring you guys some food like always when I come back."
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It was nearly 4 am before Tryst made his way back to your apartment, silently closing and locking the door behind him as he entered, half empty rebull in one hand, a food bag in the other.
Zoe and Becca had long fallen asleep by then. The two girls laid out on the pulled out couch bed you'd gotten specifically for them. You glanced up at Tryst from where you sat on the floor at the edge of the bed, some random movie playing that the girls insisted you watch.
A movie they both fell asleep watching before it was even halfway through.
"I guess it's a good thing I brought breakfast food.. they can eat it in the morning." He whispered, putting the bag in the fridge and downing the rest of his redbull before throwing it away.
Tryst leaned in the kitchen doorway, sighing quietly.
"I'm sorry, I didn't think I'd be out this late. But once I met with the new supplier, I kept getting text after text."
You shook your head and got up, walking over to him.
"Don't apologize, let's just go to bed, okay? You have work in like.. 2 hours. And you're seeing your daughter in the morning. Don't worry, I can throw some makeup on you to cover those bags under your eyes, and I'll.. fix up your hair before you leave. So that bitch has nothing to complain about this time, okay?"
Tryst smiled and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close.
"Where have you been all my life?"
"In school learning my abcs.. probably." You teased.
"Oh, shut up."
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goldensunset · 14 days ago
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hello ok4ru. it would appear chithiry already beat me to it but im gonna talk about it anyway. because The Ferris Wheel Scene is one of the absolute most bonkers scenes in the series and it is so so funny and great
ok so like n.... he's the leader of team plasma right. the resident evil team of the region yanno. the game is sort of.. weird? about how it handles the reveal of this information. because they don't tell you right off the bat but they don't save it for some grand dramatic reveal later on either. you meet n a total of like 9 times in the game (as in each time he appears onscreen and then leaves again so double counting both chargestone cave and the post-e4 story). you get this information out of him on encounter 3, which is the ferris wheel scene. (or i should say the player character does because the player gets this information in literally the opening movie even before they see their own player character lol. opening up the game with his coronation scene was so iconic)
so right off the bat the positioning of the reveal that he's the main antagonist is Weird, structurally, but it has to be so so weird from the player character's pov because? you do Not know n that well yet. your first two meetings with him were basically just him saying some really really cryptic stuff. and just in general having really wonky social skills. the pc can't hear the Ominous Encounter Music but i'm sure they get the vibe that oh this guy is unusual right off the bat but you legit do not know what is up with him or whether he's even friendly or not. n seems quite content to act both like a friend and like a suspicious stranger to you within a single interaction like. buddy. can you talk to me normally and just say who you are. do you want me to trust you or are you trying to fight me. he's inconsistent
with all that context in mind. imagine you arrive in a new city on your travels and some team plasma enemies have been spotted but they run off. you walk around looking for them. suddenly this dude you have met exactly twice and have felt lowkey uncomfortable around but incredibly curious about both times shows up. he's like 'hey you should follow me i know where team plasma went.' you follow him. (?) then he's like 'hm they aren't here. maybe if we ride the ferris wheel we can spot them (like from above but like. what if they were inside. or hiding. or we did see them but the thing about ferris wheels is they're slow and they'd get away in the time it took us to get off so? not a great plan)'
he also starts talking about how much he loves ferris wheels. pc probably figures like. ok this doesn't seem helpful to me but i think this guy really just wants an excuse to ride the thing and they only let people on in pairs of two for some reason here and so like. lucky for him i showed up right? maybe he is genuinely just really bad at making friends but he's trying so hard to be helpful.
so you LISTEN to him. but like. this is a Guy you do not really know and who's also visibly at least a handful of years older than you and has been weird to you the whole short time you've known him and so you? choose to get on a FERRIS WHEEL with him? you get into a tiny private little box with him, moving very slowly as it's suspended way high up in midair? how many people are scared of ferris wheels or other heights-attractions in general. now factor in semi-stranger danger. truly one of the most insane moments as far as establishing canon characterization. maybe the player is screaming uh this is a stupid idea but the player character doesn't even hesitate for a moment? oh how i long to know what was going on inside their head. it's so so so funny. insane thing of n to propose. insane thing of the player character to accept
it gets worse.
it is at this moment, trapped inside a tiny little cage up in the sky, that n chooses to reveal his identity as the main antagonist to you. 'hey btw i'm the king of team plasma actually'. of course from his point of view he's the hero but like he isn't interested in trying to recruit you to his side he basically just up and says yep i was never interested in helping you stop team plasma. lol. he expressed sympathy toward their ideals in his first scene but you'd think he would have either introduced himself then, or way later, or had an arc where he was slowly won over by them. no he delays that reveal but not by a lot. truly more proof this guy just does not know how to interact w people he doesn't know how and when to reveal information for an ideal level of impact
(i should mention though that the way he says all this while still on the ferris wheel is honestly very gentle and casual. like from his point of view it feels like he's trying to make some sort of confession to a friend. like he's not trying to be antagonistic or threatening there at all it's sort of like. 'hello i have been out in public for the first time since i was a toddler for like maybe a week at most. and you are the first person i've ever met that has shaken my worldview and earned any amount of respect for me so that's basically like you're my friend right? you're my friend. i've latched onto you now. let me get my personal feelings off my chest somewhere that's safe (for me) and private and see how you react. do you wanna be super cool dramatic rivals and narrative foils btw. pretty please')
the player though. the player does not hear any of these internal thoughts. they don't know about the beautiful struggles of this gentle yet troubled soul. they hear 'hey btw I Am The Main Antagonist and i have deliberately tricked you into getting into an enclosed death trap with me so that you have nowhere to run and nobody to call for help and i doubt you even get xtransceiver signal up here. you are completely defenseless for the next few minutes if i theoretically wanted to hurt you.' LIKE???????????????????? it's a crying shame we didn't get facial expressions or dialogue from them before getting on but it's a real crying shame we didn't get it here
(yet another reason pokespe is so important to me bc my girl white is understandably like about to pass out with fear. actually the pokespe version of this whole entire scene is even more terrifying and really truly makes n seem like a bad guy tbh. i still maintain he's not evil in pokespe either but he does have something really wrong with him and i'm glad they don't woobify him. i like letting the antagonist be an antagonist and they make up for it in his character in other fun ways)
yeah so after those few awkward moments of vulnerability (using the double meaning there. vulnerable for n as in he's being honest about himself in private without putting on some big showy chosen one act, and vulnerable for the pc as in holy crap dude am i about to die or something). then the two of you get off and then he starts acting like a leader to the other members of team plasma like it comes naturally to him suddenly. (what’s even funnier is one of them is like ‘milord you’re safe!!!’ oh HE’S safe huh. this was his idea he did this to ME!!!)
yeah like he goes right back into spouting cryptic ominous things at you. he battles you just to buy them time to escape not even caring if he wins. then he's like. eheheh here are my plans in full detail because i am so totally Villain. try and stop me if you dare! (please stop me i need you to chase after me and settle the burning questions you've unwittingly planted in my heart) mwahahaha
you also get like. a portrait shot of him. he is the only character in this game other than your rivals and the professor (aka your xtransceiver contacts) who gets a visual like this. and the only one in real life in a regular conversation. like they switch from side view half-top-down sprites to Oh, you're looking N in the Face suddenly. makes him feel extra special and intimidating to actually get a good look at him that isn't tiny pixels or a crunchy battle sprite. that also factors into this scene feeling bizarre. and like. it all happens so fast man. after all this happens you're like DUDE what . was that scene. well ok time to go uhhh challenge the gym leader i guess! insane stuff
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paiges-1vur · 1 year ago
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from across the crowd pt. 2… and as always enjoy loves <3 🏀⚡️🪩
“you probably have a boyfriend.. right?”
I heard what she had said, but it was like the words didn’t register in my head for another minute. i blush for a moment, and look down before looking back at her, smiling. “no..” I say giggling slightly. why am i acting this way? Tiff lock in. she seems genuinely surprised, but before surprise another emotion crosses her face that i cant decode. “a beautiful girl like you must have a boyfriend, though” she says in total surprise. she must think im lying. “no.. no boyfriend haha” I say trying to calm my nerves. why am i so worked up right now?
“well im sure your ex boyfriends regret ever leaving you, or letting you leave” she says, flattering me. i tense up for a moment. how do i put this? “ive.. never uh- had a boyfriend” i say shyly, slightly embarrassed. i can tell my cheeks are red, but i cant do anything to hide it. “no way..” she says quietly matching my volume. she pauses before speaking again. a smirk spans over her face and she puts her hands in the pockets of her sweats. my eyes flicker down to them for a minute. my breath catches in my throat. im suddenly brought back to reality by u the sound of paiges voice, louder this time. “did you hear me?” i look up to see paige a little closer than before, hovering over me. a smirk that can only be described as devilish on her face. shit. she saw me. “uhm, im so sorry, what did you say?” i say hurriedly, my face even redder than before. nice going tiff way to be nonchalant. “dont worry about it” is all she says in reply.
she looks back down, into my eyes. “whats your name, pretty?” she asks me intently, looking down at me. “my name is tiffany but my friends just call me tiff” i reply, proud of myself that i didnt forget my name. “tiffany,” paige says it again. “even your name is cute huh” i cant help but blush and look away from her for a moment.
theres silence for a minute. but not necessarily awkward silence. just us co existing with each other. i decide to say ‘fuck it’ and be bold. when is the next time im ever going to talk to a hot basketball player, who by the way seems to be very into me. i break the silence. “paige, if you want to know anything, just ask me” i say in a low voice. i could tell something was puzzling her. she knew i had never dated a guy, so im sure she was wondering if im into guys at all.. she looks down at me, her voice dropping an octave. she moves a little closer to me, and we are still in the tunnel towards the locker room so its just us still there at this point. she leans into my ear, and whispers “so no boyfriends.. hm” i can smell her scent even stronger than from her sweatshirt and it’s intoxicating. my eyes flutter closed, breathing her in. she pauses for a moment and i can hear her breathing, “no..” i reply my voice breaking slightly. just when i think shes about to question me farther she leans away from my ear. “just wanted to make sure i heard you right.” she says smirking at me.
she then reaches down next to her and grabs her bag. she puts it on and grabs her glasses, also putting those on too. i secretly hope this moment never ends. “so, will you be out celebrating the win at teds tonight?” i speak up and ask. her eyes flicker to me, still in her hoodie and she smiles. “will i see you there..?” she asks looking at me. gosh. how is she even more sexy with her glasses on. “i guess so” i reply, biting my lip.
she looks me up and down one more time. i can tell seeing me in her hoodie is making her think of a lot of different scenarios right now. “i need to go find my friends,” i finally speak, “but it was really great to meet you paige… i guess i’ll see you tonight.” I say smiling, trying to process everything that just happened in the last 20 minutes. she smiles back at me “here, let me walk you out” she walks over to me. we walk out of the stadium and i look over and up at her. she really is big. my croatian genes may have made me a lethal face card, but in the height department they lacked. heavily.
I spot my friends car and stop walking, before looking at paige. this was a sight. she had pulled on pj pants after the game and had her keys hanging out of her pocket. she had also pulled the hair from her ponytail into a messy bun. i also never would have guessed that paige had glasses. but then again, i had only known the girl for less than an hour. i move closer to her and pull her into a hug. “it was so nice talking to you, ill see you tonight paige.” i say, making sure the hug stays somewhat friendly. she bends down to hug me, and her scent floods my senses once again. “bye tiff, ill see you tonight love” I walk over to the car before really thinking about what she said. before i get into the passengers seat of the car i look back at paige. shes standing with her hands in the pockets, and her stance looks quite intimidating. as soon as she sees me get into the car safely she turned around and walked to her car.
i sit down in the passenger’s seat of madisens car. i buckle up before i look up to see everyones eyes on me. their mouths are wide open and theres silence.
“what?” silence.
“TIFFANY KAY TELL US WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK JUST HAPPENED”
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webshooterrr9 · 1 year ago
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Seven Minutes in Heaven with Gojo Satoru
college!gojo x gn!reader (no description of reader's features)
w.c: 1.4k words
content warning: college au, suggestive, they make out, reader is sassy as always, they get interrupted at the end :(
just a little drabble cuz im rewatching jjk
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You weren't sure what to expect when the bottle landed on you. Hell, you weren't even sure why you agreed to play this game. The only person you knew at this party was the host, Shoko. She briefed you earlier on some of her friends who'd be attending - including the guy who just spun the bottle - but you weren't really listening. You recognized him, though. There wasn't anyone else here with white hair and a blindfold.
"Guess it's you two," some guy said. "Have fun."
You shrugged and made your way to the empty closet where you'd be spending your 'seven minutes in heaven'... with Gojo Satoru. You had heard of his reputation of being somewhat of a ladykiller, but you'd rather see for yourself.
The two of you sat down on opposite sides of the closet, but it was still cramped. After the door closed, the only light illuminating the shadows was the one peeking from underneath the door. The two of you sat silently for a minute, since you didn't really know each other at all.
"So... you're stuck with me, hm?" he grinned slightly in the dark space. He sat crisscross maybe three feet in front of you.
"I guess." you say, crossing your arms. "You're stuck with me, too."
He chuckled a little. "Yeah, you don't look bad though." His eyes were glued to you, although you couldn't really tell due to his blindfold. Even still, you could feel the weight of his stare - as if he was analyzing you. He uncrosses his long legs, stretching them out to either side of you.
"You're a fucking tower." you comment, keeping a playful tone to try and lighten the awkward mood.
He laughs. "Yeah, I guess so. You ever played this before?"
You shake your head. "Nah, but I know what it's about. It's just a little weird sitting here with a stranger."
Satoru nods understandingly. "Yeah, this game gets a little awkward when you're stuck with someone as stunning as me." he teased.
"Oh fuck off." you laugh, nudging his leg. "You aren't nearly as attractive as you think you are."
He gasps dramatically before letting out a little "hmph!" and pouting. You roll your eyes with a smile. "I mean, you aren't ugly - just don't get cocky. It's not about that."
He regains his smirk. "If it isn't my charming good looks, then what's got you so uncomfortable, hm?"
"I dunno, it's just weird. Being in a cramped closet with someone I barely know isn't exactly my idea of fun. No offense."
"None taken, sweetheart." he leans forward, now only about a foot away from you. "Why'd you even come to this party, then?"
You shrug, "Well, I know Shoko. But other than that, I don't really know anyone here. I only know who you are because she's talked about you."
Satoru's eyebrows raise in curiosity. "Oh?" he tilts his head with a bit of a smirk. "What has she said about me?"
"Nothing special. Just that you're annoying." you watch as he gasps once more, leaning back and feigning offense. His theatrics make you giggle - just a little.
"How rude, you don't even know me! You're not even giving me a chance."
"Do I need to?" you tease, crossing your arms over your chest. "I think your behavior right now says enough."
He huffs and there's a brief pause. You study his face, well, as much as you can in the dark. His outfit is pretty bland other than the fabric partially covering his face. "What's with that blindfold anyway? Can you even see through that thing?"
"Yeah, I can see just fine." he reaches up to adjust it, fidgeting with the cotton a bit as he speaks. "Why? Do you think it looks stupid?"
You shake your head. "No, it looks fine. I just don't see the point. If you're as hot as you think you are, I don't see why you'd want to hide your eyes from people."
"Well not everyone can handle seeing these beauties." he grins, leaning back in to where he was before.
"Yeah? Why don't you take it off, then? Lemme see for myself."
He laughs, accepting the challenge. "How impatient. You just can't wait to see how gorgeous my eyes are, huh?" He slowly lifted his blindfold off of his head with his long, slender fingers. His vibrant blue eyes pierced through yours, even in the dark. They were pretty, sure, but nothing too crazy.
"Cute." you say once you're satisfied with examining his face. "Although I'm still not sure why you wanted to hide them."
As embarrassing as it was to admit, Gojo's heart skipped a few beats when you called him cute. He'd been described by a variety of things before: handsome, hot, sexy, etc. But being called 'cute' was new. He huffed again, disappointed with your underwhelming response to his beautiful face. He shifted a little closer to you, dropping the blindfold beside him. "Just cute? Nothing else?"
The wall behind you stopped you from leaning back, keeping the distance between you two as minimal as possible. "Yeah, just cute." You see him grin slyly, and you raise an eyebrow. "Wanna tell me why you've decided to get so close?"
"Just wanted to get a closer look at you, that's all." His head was tilted as he took in your features again. You just kept getting prettier - and the sass didn't help. He reached out and booped your nose. "You're pretty cute, too."
You boop him back. "Thanks." a small laugh escapes you, leaving behind a smile. You take a glance at your phone. "Only a few minutes left, then we can get out of this closet."
He got all pouty, using his newly-revealed eyes to enhance the effect. "Aw, why do you wanna get out so fast? It was just getting fun."
"Because that's the game, Gojo." you laugh. "We only have seven minutes, not that hard to understand. Not like there's anything to do in here anyway."
He scooted closer once more, his knees knocking into yours, leaving only a few inches between you two. "Well... there's always one thing we could do," he mumbled, a smirk on his face.
"Yeah? And what's that?"
"Oh, c'mon, don't be dense. You're smart enough to figure it out." Satoru's tone was low, his eyes drifting down your face.
"Maybe." Of course you knew what he was implying - you knew what this game was about when you agreed to play it. But you wanted him to cut the act and stop playing coy. "But you gotta say it, or else I'm not doing anything."
"You want me to say it out loud, hm?" his smile widened and his knee now slotted between your legs.
"Yup. Or we aren't getting anywhere. Say it with your chest."
Gojo rolled his eyes, but your stubbornness amused him. He tilted his head, his lips now just barely ghosting over your ear. "I wanna kiss you," he whispered, trying to keep his composure so as not to sound desperate. "But you're making it very difficult to do so."
That earns a giggle from you. "Aw, poor you." You grab his jaw and shift his head so that he's looking at you directly. His eyes widen, going speechless for a moment. "I guess we'll just have to fix that, hm?" you hum, giving him the same smirk he's been giving you this whole time.
You plant a small kiss on his cheek before pulling away again. He froze with surprise. He tried to regain his composure, but he couldn't hide the small rosy hue that now dusted his cheeks. "You're such a tease, damnit."
"Do something about it, then."
Satoru was getting tired of this game. He mirrored your action, grabbing your chin. He pulled you closer and crashed his lips into yours. You met his affection with equal fervor, quickly sliding your arms around his neck and crawling into his lap. He hummed into the kiss, your mouths embracing like they were specifically molded for one another. You couldn't lie, despite how annoying he was, Satoru Gojo was an incredible kisser. What you didn't know was that he was thinking the same thing about you.
He groans as you run your hands along his neck, all the way up to his undercut. Your hips grind down onto his lap and the two of you make out with the rush of a couple of inexperienced teenagers. Satoru's hands find your hips, pulling you impossibly closer to him while your tongues meld together.
Much to your dismay, just as your kiss was starting to heat up into something better, the door swung open - the hallway light cascading into the room.
"Time's up, lovebirds!"
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sorry for ending it LMAO
i'm just evil like that >:)
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artsyannierose · 1 year ago
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Talk to me about how Angel always being scared of ruining his first healthy relationship (with Husk) so he tries to be as “easy to love” as possible but Husk loves him flaws and all:3.
(Btw I cherish your doodles)
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Huskerdust doodle just for you anon <3
I COULD TALK ABOUT HUSKERDUST ALL DAY ANYDAY YOU CAME TO THE RIGHT PERSON
Well let’s see hm Angel has had little to no experience in relationships
Like bro was a closeted gay when he was alive and presumably had no proper “relationships” with anyone other than Valentino and…well we know how that turned out
So he probably is going to have a hard time even comprehending the fact that Husk even loves him for who he is as a person and not to bed him like literally everyone else has
Like honestly when was the last time ANYONE gave Anthony/Angel Dust aftercare??? I’m willing to bet never. Everyone he’s ever slept with never stayed till morning or let him get even maybe a glass of water, he was just kicked out after business was done and done. Then he would just cope with all of it with drugs and Valentino I assume
Now he’s got a man who already made it clear that he doesn’t want this fake Angel Dust persona that everyone else wants to sleep with because of what they see on their TV screen, but is rather interested in getting to know this broken boy behind the facade. Nevermind the fact that they are together, Husk is first and foremost his best friend (aside from Cherri but like Cherri is his bestie to get into shit with yk) and the kind of understanding they share is way beyond “yeah you’re hot let’s fuck” like Husk is no fuckbuddy if hes fucking Angel then obviously he’s there to stay (which i love about him)
So Angel’s automatic response because of the derogatory way Valentino has treated him would be “omg I can’t mess this up i canNOT mess this up” and he would do everything in his power to make sure Husk is thoroughly comfortable and never shows any signs of disgust or such if ykwim. Husk is a bit too flustered at Angel flirting a bit too much? He’ll dial it back tenfold. Husk pins his ears back at listening to Angel vent about Valentino doing something shitty to him? Angel will change the subject. He’d probably be so overly cautious about Husk’s little reactions that Husk probably isn’t even aware of himself
Because the problem now is Angel thinks Husk loves him for how Angel makes him feel rather than Husk loving him for who he is. He’s just. In denial man. So he tries to basically “pay him back” by being the perfect boyfriend, and i say this assuming they HAVENT slept with each other yet because if they haven’t figured this out Husk would probably say its too early lmaooo. So when I say being the perfect boyfriend, i mean like cuddles and kisses and helping each other out, venting, all that cute stufffff
I’m sure Angel is just trying to doeverything he can without like alerting Valentino to the two of them because BOY that would end badly.
Anyway one day Husk asks him why he’s not really being himself (because of course Husk can read him because why couldn’t he) and Angel’s like “wdym” and Husk just prompts him like “you hide all the bad parts from me much more now than before (like before they got together) and maybe Angel isn’t even aware of this until Husk points it out. It’s gonna take him a second to open up just because he’s not used to it but Husk just makes him comfortable, he’d total all put Angel in his lap and just purr until he’s comfortable nskdnfssfiwvagfjnderhgr
Angel finally pours out his insecurities like a tide and hides his face in Husk’s chest while everything just comes out once he’s started. After hes done he would say something like “I didn’t want you to see me like this…im so sorry” but just bury himself further into Husk while Husk is just taking a second to process everything he just said.
Hed probably do something sappy like tilt Angel’s chin up and peck his lips before telling him “What makes you think I wouldn’t love you past your fears and flaws?” (IDC I WANT SAPPY IM. HERE FOR SAPPSYYPYYPY)
Hold on holy shit creativewriting burst right here SHORT DRABBLE YALL I WILL REBLOG THIS WITH A SMALL FICLET
ANYWAY YES HUSKERDUST ANGEL PROBABLY WILL STYART CRYING AND HUSK WILL JUST CUDDLE HIM CLOSER AND WHISPER SWEET NOTHINGS WHILE ANGEL CRIES ABOUT HOW MUCH HE LOVES HUSK
GOSHHHHHHH I love them sm I’ll shut up now ok bye
why can I write an essay for Huskerdust for free and not write one to save my English grade-
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falling-star-cygnus · 2 months ago
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i truly have HORRIFIC art block rn, so i’m immensely sorry if this sucks :{ i'm just trying to get something out and organize my thoughts a lil -> also im typing this first part on my phone on my way to my graduation ceremony
Meeting the Ex, or something adjacent [ao3 fic link] SUMMARY: Does it count if it's over phone? Maybe it should.
In which, Tobias never answers his calls and Gabin has never been in a healthy relationship. They'll meet in the middle somewhere. Somehow.
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“Your phone is ringing.”
All he gets in return from the warm body beside his drowsy sprawl is a questioning noise- barely interested as he clacks away on his laptop.
Or- wait. No, Tobias is definitely interested, yes, but only in the way Gabin’s sleepy voice fills the space. Not in the actual words.
The dancer nudges at him.
"Tobias."
"What?" and he had the gall to sound affronted...
"Your phone," Gabin says again, but he can't find in himself to be anything more than fond.
Here he lays, warmer than he's been in all his life, in his lover's bed- with said lover right next to him. What does he have to be annoyed about at all? Aside from maybe a lack of attention.
But he was sleeping, so he can excuse Tobias' attention being elsewhere for the time being. Perhaps.
The phone stops ringing.
Alright then.
Gabin throws his arm over Tobias' waist- careful to worm it between the man's set up- and settles back in with his nose nuzzled to his lover's hip. Whatever, the choreographer never really answered his phone anyway. Why would he start now?
"Who was calling?" his pillow asks, like the dancer had any idea whatsoever.
"How should I know, Top Gun?" honestly, "It's your phone."
"I don't know, I thought you hung up."
This man...
Gabin loves him, truly, and he raisees his head to shoot him the most deadpan look he can muster in these conditions. These conditions being, of course, wrapped around his favorite person and so so comfortable.
So warm.
He lasts all of two seconds before he has to smother the absolutely smitten grin that curls over his face. Which the dancer does by tucking his head back into Tobias' waist- a laugh already out of his mouth.
This man.
The two settle back into their peaceful malaise; Gabin smoothing circles into his lover's side and Tobias occasionally taking his hand off his keyboard to squeeze at his partner's arm.
Before going right back to it.
...hm.
It's quiet, gentle almost, even as Gabin plots different ways he could get a certain someone's scrutiny back where it rightfully belongs.
"How was your nap?" Tobias asks, nearly a half hour after said napper had already been awoken by his own ringing phone. He could've been asleep again.
But he wasn't, and so he says, "Would've been much better to wake up to a kiss."
And then he waits. Expectant. Hopeful.
Until, "Instead of your phone ringing."
Just to make sure his lover got the point. Just to make sure. No other reason.
"You're so needy," Tobias accuses, but he's already leaning down to press his mouth to Gabin's curls- his own laugh obvious under his words- so truly he couldn't have minded that much.
Maybe he hadn't even minded at all. Who knows.
Gabin knows, he always knows. Hah.
"Yes, well, you missed," the dancer accuses right back, just to see if- maybe- he could..
Ah.
Success, is all he can think when Tobias rolls his eyes at him- like he couldn't believe his partner would say such a thing. But he leans back down anyway to connect their lips.
It's a bit difficult to do through a smile, but. Well.
He's not complaining.
"You know I don't care if you check my phone, right?" his lover says, when he's pulled away to settle back into his laptop.
It's amazing how one sentence can instantly make the drowsiness seep right out of Gabin's soul. Like magic. A magician pulling a rabbit out of a hat.
Only- it's the sleepiness out of his body.
What?
"What?" the choreographer parrots back at him.
....he was talking out loud.
Whatever! That was an absurd thing to say, even for Tobias. Especially for Tobias, actually, that man never told anybody anything. Not in words, at least.
Maybe this was a natural progression of that, now that the dancer thinks about it a little more.
Gabin pushes himself up, which really only earns him a judgmental look from his lover.
"Quoi? What do you mean you do not care?" he interrogates, pressing himself against his former pillow's side to make up for removing his head and arm. [it works, and Tobias relaxes again with the pressure]
"Gabin, don't make me repeat myself. I don't know how to be any clearer than that," Tobias replies, a somewhat helpless edge entering his voice.
And annoyance from helplessness.
"You are not worried I'll find something suspicious? A secret?" better to be direct then, instead of dancing around what he's really asking.
Even though he is dancing around asking if his partner had a secret lover. Heh, dancing. Not the time-
"You act like I don't tell you everything already."
. . .
Did he really just-
"You don't!" Gabin points out, incredulous, "I have to ask you multiple times to find out what you are up to."
"So I forget to mention things sometimes!"
"All the time!"
Tobias shuts his laptop with a definitive clap! and turns on the dancer sharply- his floppy bangs falling over his eye in a way that makes Gabin's chest clench with affection. In a way that makes him want to brush it tenderly away.
"What is this really about?" he demands, and right- trust issues.
No- not trust issues. Weird- boundaries. That's what this was. This was not a reflection of Gabin's problems with intimacy//mommy issues//daddy issues completely normal concerns on healthy relationships.
"Do you think I'm cheating on you or something?"
"No," the dancer throws his hands up with a strangled noise, because this conversation could not be going any worse, "Of course I don't."
"I wouldn't do that."
"I know you wouldn't."
And he did, he truly did. Honestly. Of course Tobias wouldn't do that. He literally didn't talk to his ex for an entire year and still didn't cheat- even though his ex did.
His ex was an asshole.
"Gabin, I'm not going to understand what I did wrong unless you tell me."
Did- wrong?
"No- Tobias," Gabin tilts his head back against the wall, trying to gather his thoughts- and then looks back at his lover, "I just- I can just check your phone? Really?"
He tries to keep his disbelief suspended, out of his voice, but it's a hard thing. And his lover had always known him better than he let on.
"Yeah, why would I care? What would I even have on it?"
"The audio clip from from that bullshit critic?"
Tobias deadpans at him.
"You have got to take that off your phone," Gabin reminds, just because he knows in his bones that it's still tucked somewhere on that poorly maintained device.
"If I let you delete it, will you tell me why this is really bothering you?" his lover asks, and it's infuriating how he can pick up on things like this and completely miss things like flirting.
Endearing, if the dancer was forced to be honest, and reassuring that his lover wouldn't telenovela him and run off with fucking Matthieu-
But also that would never happen, he reminds himself. That was just- a bad dream. He had once.
Twice.
Anyway-
"It is not bothering me, it's just- odd." he defends himself.
"Why? Are you hiding things on your phone?"
...shit.
"No!" he wasn't, honestly, but that was an unfortunately reasonable conclusion to jump to and spiral down. So- shit. Time to de-escalate.
Gabin forces himself to take a deep breath.
"I'm not," the dancer says more firmly, "But I've had prior relationships that... have."
There. Vulnerability or- whatever. He tries to ignore how it makes his skin crawl.
“Well those were just shitty people,” Tobias throws back at him, matter of fact as always and perfect.
“Like your ex.”
“You’re more hung up on him than I am, how did that happen?”
Gabin feels his breaths come a little easier, feels those tight bundles of nerves clogging up his chest unravel and knit into something warmer. Something a little like love.
Why had he even thought Tobias would hide something- intentionally hide something from him? It’s not like he was some- master of reverse psychology. Or even psychology.
It was fine. They could talk. They would talk.
The two settle back into each other like jigsaw pieces, both a little weird around the edges- a little unusual to look at.
But undeniably meant to snap together.
And it’s peaceful again. Just him and his lover and the ambient noises of a laptop opening again.
brrzzt
Andt the ringing of a goddamn phone.
Gabin throws his head back as Tobias again makes no move to answer it- probably didn't even register it.
Unaware American...
"You know I don't care..."
...hm.
Fine then. The dancer leans over his lover to reach the offending device on the bedside table. For just a second, his head goes fuzzy in that comfortable warmth that seems to exist solely in the curve of Tobias' waist.
Not the time. Unfortunately.
He should be given an award for pulling away with such strength.
Well, regardless, the phone screen is still ringing and he's still faced with options. Hang up, or...
"Kevin? Why is Kevin calling you?"
Why did he even still have his number? Well- that wasn't fair, Gabin still had the number of a girl he'd dated in his 'pretending to be straight' phase. But that was different- kind of.
"Kevin is what?" oh, that was not the tone of a man who expected a call from his ex.
"Calling- you?"
Again, the laptop is abandoned in favor of the matter of the phone. Different conversation, admittedly, but- well. Anyway- whatever!
Why was the asshole calling?
Tobias doesn't take the thing away from Gabin, not quite, but he does tilt the dancer's hand by the wrist for a better look at the incoming name. It's nothing fancy, or endearing.
Just a name. A boring name.
He wondered if he was saved as anything special...
"Why are you calling?" the choreographer demands into the reciever, taking the phone right out of his dancer's hand and pressing it to his ear.
Should he...? No.. no, no no, he shouldn't.
...but- no. No. Then again...?
No.
Gabin lets the one sided conversation wash over him for a few seconds- comfortably settling his arm around his lover's waist again. Then-
"Put it on speaker," he insists, nudging back into that mind fuzzing warmth. So he was nosy, so what? It was his right as a lover, and vice versa.
Tobias glances down at him, only pausing for a second before complying. Because he's perfect like that.
"What do you want?" his lover asks, either not listening to the beginning of the conversation or simply not caring enough to register it.
"Tobias-" ugh, even his voice was boring, "I get that you're still mad-"
Bad move.
"Who's mad? I'm not mad," he looks down at Gabin, a genuine scrunch between his brows, "Do I look mad?"
And... well. The dancer was indulgent to many of his choreographer's whims, he can't deny that, but.. a laugh whickers out of him before he can tamp it down. Valiently, though, valiently he tries to school his features.
His hand makes a so-so motion, "Only a little."
"Tobias, how would I- who was that?" right.
"My partner."
"O-oh, he's there?" Kevin seems to stammer, off-footed like he didn't quite know how to proceed with a new audience member.
Suspicous.
Gabin throws him a bone, but maybe it's just because he has one of his own to pick.
"Right here," he says, adjusting to lay his head in Tobias' lap instead of his side, "You are the ex with the boring name?"
"Boring name- what's your name!?"
Vaguely, he thinks he hears his lover mutter something like 'I told him your name' and that makes the pinch he gets in his side all the more worth it. Maybe he shouldn't have provoked the boring man, maybe, but who really cared if he got a little got under the collar?
He didn't. Tobias clearly didn't, because he lowered his phone right down to the dancer's mouth. So take that, Kevin.
"Gabin Roux," he says into the reciever, and the stunned silence feels a little like victory.
"...damnit."
"Mm?"
"That is... a really cool name. Alright."
Heh.
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mediumgayitalian · 3 months ago
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Do you happen to have any tips for specifically writing like, sad/angsty type writing if that makes sense? I’ve found that when I write, (at least I’d like to think) I’m pretty decent at straight up silly goofy, slice-of-lifey type writing and things edging closer to like, horror or like, chilling if that makes sense? But every time I try to write anything just like, sad and with a like, dark but not scary type of mood it just comes out very 12 year old’s 1st wattpad, cringey anime protagonist if that makes sense. I yearn to write heart-wrenching angst but every time I do I just feel like it comes out just like, bad? I’m kinda bad at putting this into words lol
hm. i can't give you specialized advice without seeing what you've written -- i'm sure you're just hard on yourself -- but i tend to focus on concrete, sentient details.
write your character's emotions like they'll be shot by a sniper if they admit them out loud.
of course this isn't a rule. more of a guideline insert pirate joke here. but in real life people are like.....allergic to communicating. writing is already a little scripted because people communicating in noises more than anything, so if you use any more words than you have to, things can read as kind of forced. to make things seem really natural and flow well, try to 1) imply and 2) use senses & gestures.
you wanna talk about how a character is miserable? don't say theyre sad. focus on the bleakness in their eyes, the echoing scrape of their feet dragging on the ground. focus on their tired shoulders and slow-blinking eyes. point out how they eat like every plate is piled with sawdust. how they talk on a careless, broken line, like theyre working around a knife pressed too hard to their throat. how their fingernails are cracked and bleeding.
can you get a kind of image there? this is someone who is joyless, who is not taking care of themselves. it is also someone deeply loved by the person observing them -- loved enough to be notices. you HAVE to trust your readers to understand your metaphors and inferences and allusions. don't spell things out for them.
most of all, though.
PRACTICE.
im not gonna link my old shit because it's v*ltron and im still so goddamn mad at that fandom and embarrassed i wrote for it. but believe me when i tell you my old shit was clumsy. i sounded twelve, too, and that's okay because i was learning. practice and give yourself some grace.
HOMEWORK (all writing tips will come with homework now):
Walk around your home or neighborhood and pick out the saddest looking THING you can find (a drooping flower, a dead worm, a crumpled shoe, whatever). Describe it. A thing cannot be sad -- it has no emotions -- but why does it look sad? What visible or audible (or olfactory, etc) parts of it come off as 'sad' to you?
Pick a character. Pick an emotion. Practice writing dialogue -- this character is trying to tell another character their feelings have been hurt, but they have been cursed so as they cannot say so directly. How do they explain themself? Does the person they're talking to understand? Does your character get frustrated? More hurt? Sad? How does their body show it?
Find a piece of writing you admire that is 'angsty'. Pick one or two paragraphs and closely examine them: what emotion is being expressed? Is there more than one? How do you know? What actions imply certain emotions? What words have certain emotional connotations?
Feel free to send your homework in for grading. I'll deadass grade it.
other writing advice: here, here, here, here, here, and here,
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d0tt0re1smyw1fe · 2 months ago
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ᴬᴷᴿᴬˢᴵᴬ || ᴾʸᴿᴿᴴᴵᶜ ⱽᴵᶜᵀᴼᴿʸ {wriothesley x [Fem!] Reader]
CHAPTER 4 : ᴴᴱᵀᴱᴿᴼᴾᴴᴱᴹᴵᶻᴱ
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[SELF HARM WARNING (mentions i suppose)]
If ignorance is bliss then why is it an insult?
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The clank of silverware against metal tins and the chatter of inmates was loud and boisterous despite the cafeterias small size.
Today was the first day of me eating food from the cafeteria. Im not necessarily sure why but my food looks a lot better (and smells better) than all the other prisoners.
"Ah, I see you've discovered the joys of a free meal" The oh-so familiar (and laidback) voice rang out from the side of me. The duke himself. It was almost teasing—it WAS teasing.
"And I see you have yet to discover the joys of the shower, judging by your smell." I shot back in a playful manner. Though a few nanoseconds after I said it I began to become nervous, afraid that my words would be taken in a serious nature.
"Mhm how cruel." He rolled his eyes and I felt a relief, praying that his reaction was of the same manner of my statement. He sat down across from me. A confused expression traveled its way across my face, though I said not a word. He seemed to notice though.
"Sometimes I eat with the prisoners when I have nothing to do. It can be quite...debilitating to keep cooped up inside of an office. Plus I get hungry too." I nodded in response, and continued to eat my food. 
I was glad I was eating, the migraine that pestered me had soon dissipated after the first few bites of my food. The migraine didn't hurt, just pestered me. 
Though I will miss the cold pain of starvation. Though, Is it really pain if you enjoy it? I don't think so. 
After a few minutes of The Duke sitting down—little conversation was made after the explanation—I had been 75% through with my food. Afraid of overeating and feeling the discomfort linger whilst I continue working, I picked at the rest of my food and stared at it with unfocused, dazed and glossy eyes.
"Hm. You got lucky today, or thats what the nurse would say." He commented, watering the dried, wilting flowers—the water being words and the flowers being dead and dry conversation. "How so?" I looked up. My eyelids felt as if they were sagging downwards. 
"Your meal." He pointed. I "Oh"-ed. "Thats why It looks so...different from the rest." I mumbled with a faint drowsiness. For where it came from is unknown, but it is hitting hard. May-haps the walk to the production will wake me up.
I urged myself to scarf down the rest of my food, regretting it immediately. Though, the discomfort was well worth it. Wasting food is bad, and if I just left a bunch of seasoned rice, 2 cut-up pieces of boiled chicken, and a lot of cold, wet carrot I would feel disgusted internally and shunned by those around me.
Once done I returned the box my food came in and walked over to the production zone, wondering if it was worth it. Would anybody have even noticed? You are a nobody in this prison. Thats not supposed to hurt.
Engulfed by a bad feeling of sadness, I entered the production zone, and got to work. Repeatedly blinking back tears whilst working.
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Why do you continue to try? What is left for you in this world? What do you want in life?
Those are all thoughts that plague me, for I am unable to answer them. I do not know anything, I don't even know the things I don't know.
No, I do know something. I know of my existence. I know of my inability to think—both in-general and for myself. I know...
Nothing.
I am is-ness. 
I am nothing.
Who am I?
Its times like these that make me wish I had a book that could help explain how I felt, and how to articulate it.
I used to be so good at articulation, I wonder what happened. I forever wonder where it went. 
I wonder where a lot of things go. Where did my memories flee from? What happens to our energy when we die? Why friction dissolves skin?
I'd like to live in a world where I am nothing. I'd like to be dead. I love to be alive. I hate feeling real. I hate being real.
I hate everything.
I love everything.
I hate money. 
I hate thinking. I hypocrisy, I hate Fontaine, I hate men, I hate talking, I hate feeling feelings, I hate being aware of myself, I hate being ignored, I hate attention, I hate not having attention, I hate the archons, I hate teyvat.
Surely there is something more for me in the afterlife? Surely, I will find peace and answers once I die. 
Surely, these thoughts and feelings like the ones before them will dissipate and I'll forget about them. I'll forget I ever felt like this. 
Time is weird. Memory is weird. The concept of consciousness is weird. Life is strange. 
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The day was finally over. Finally. With the disgust from overeating, I might just consider not eating again. Humans can survive 3 weeks without food, correct? I should be fine.
I love hurting myself. I like the feeling it gives me, it's nice, Its comforting. How corny, Im well aware, but it's the truth. I remember a doctor found out, and throughout the entire appointment she kept telling me I was "beautiful" and "Deserved happiness", acting as if I harmed myself because I held a dislike towards myself.
Thats pathetic. I would never stoop as low to that. Hating is a temporary feeling, especially towards oneself. I will never understand how some people can just— submit(!) to their sadness so easily.
I don't know whats happening to me. I don't feel like taking care of myself anymore—showering for example. I think I was falling back down into the pits, the pits that will drag me down painfully and render me unable to live normally.
My hair was damp with the water of my shower. The cell I slept in was feeling like home. I was not satisfied though. Something burned inside of my sternum, begging to be let out verbally. 
I can't say what this is. I can't identify how heavy or hot this emotion is. How dull or sharp. How fuzzy it feels. How sweet the emotion is. 
I can't measure it. I know these feelings. The feelings I can never describe. The feelings that...I don't know.
I sat on the floor, back pressed against my bed. I was dazed, almost in a trance, completely paralyzed upon the floor. I suppose I'll just sit here until I can finally get up. When I am gifted the ability to move is a complete mystery Im afraid.
I don't understand why I don't move. I can, I know I have the ability to get up but...
I just cant.
This is a stupid topic, its not worth talking about.
I dragged myself upwards upon the bed. Rolling over to be flat on my back.
I, Y/N [M/N] [L/N], am not real.
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Guys i love gambling
Idk Im not to proud about the last part of the chapter but it is what it is i suppose
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my-rewrite-academia · 5 months ago
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admittedly not sure which blog to send this too but it is about your rewrite so ig it is fine to send it here? (also not looking for advice im just nosy).
so! what is your process when creating/writing for your rewrite? like how often do you look at the manga or anime for ref, how far in advance do you pre-write the parts, how indepth is your outline/how far into the story does your outline go atm, have you run into roadblocks involving the plot or characters yet, etcetera
Hello!
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This is completely fine, even without the clarification, so don't worry!! Honestly, I wanted to answer this ask as soon as I saw it, but, well, life hit hard. Sorry about that. Anyway! Now to actually answer this...
Honestly, I don't look at the source material too often. I looked at it a lot for the Shouto vs Izuku battle in the Sports Festival, as Horikoshi genuinely did really well with it and I wanted to, sort of, be on even ground with it. Like, I wanted to make sure the character points hit, without making it a one-to-one copy. If I don't change something from canon material, I usually add, 'as in canon', or something among those line.
Really, I only look at the source material for character basis, but even that is few. Outside of centric cast, everyone is really, hm, flat. Either always happy, always calm, or edgy. I believe this to be why characters who go against this, (e.g. Bakugou, Aizawa, Shinsou), are so popular - it offers a new personality type.
For pre-writing, it depends. I don't pre-write entire posts, but I will pre-write specific scenes I know I'll have trouble with. Prime examples being the mini-battles in the King of the Hill game; Mina and Ochako's fight; and the downtime snippets between battles.
My outline is pretty deep, with all the arcs for the first year being completed, and I have a rough idea of how the second and third years will go down, just without all the details. I actually use the 'conclusions' at the end of every posts as my outline notes, which makes it easier for the TL;DRs.
I also have a sheets document for each year planned, with arcs and post numbers at the ready, which I add as I complete more of my outline. This helps me keep track of how much I have left to write for either the arc or the year.
I have most definitely ran into blockages, especially concerning characters who didn't amount to anything in canon. Something I want to do is give each student in 1-A their own, at least, mini-arc, and up the importance of others. After all, I think I can handle more than three characters at once... *cough*Horikoshi*cough*
While I have a general idea of what those arcs will be, I don't know how to intergrate all of them into the story just yet, but I'm working on it. At least, it will be properly planned out by the time it comes around.
Whenever I create a new character or change a character design in any way, (e.g. hero costumes), I tend to sketch it out, either in my sketchbook or clipstudio, whichever I'm more bothered to use, to be honest. As I have aphantasia, this helps me understand how they fit into the world of MHA, and if they would look natural with other canonical characters.
I do have a post here, where I answered a similar ask, though not in nearly as much depth.
I've also been assembling a playlist specifically for this rewrite that I listen to so I can get into 'the mood'. I know you didn't ask for advice, but I do highly recommend creating specific playlists for projects, writing or otherwise. I do this for my other project as well, and it helps a lot to get me locked in.
Also, if you do use this, try making character-specific, scenerio/genre-specfic, and relationship-specific playlists too. So it's not all clashing.
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Thanks for the ask!
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raisin-shell · 5 months ago
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I feel like I kinda blew it. Recently started my blog and I was so eager to share my work, I made a few bad calls, and not exactly sure how to get it up and jumping again. I saw your recent post and think its kinda sad how dull its been with the Bayverse turtles fanfics. These guys are fun to write about. I came across a few fresh writers and artists trying to keep the vibe going. Im not up there like the pros, Im just starting out and don't wanna cause trouble.
What advice do you have for new bayverse turtle writers? Anything would help.
When I first started out writing, I had NO IDEA what I was doing. I just so happened to stumble upon tumblr through a tmnt search result. It was like a whole new world had been open too me…. So many fictions and RP’s and one shots and head cannons not to mention the art! LOADS of it galore and NSFW might I add. I watched others RPing. I watched how they posted and how people would react. I started writing head cannons which are a tad bit easier to navigate than writing a paragraph sometimes. Anywho I started gaining followers. Lots would inbox me and I would talk back to them. My name grew and grew until one faithful day @queendice98 decided to be my friend and also invited me to my first ever RP. I couldn’t believe it! And oh the fun we had coming up with a plot and all the twists and turns the journey would take. This of course was back when my blog name was nerdydirtydonnie. My OC at that time was Kira, a Viking female mutant turtle. That blog would turn into Batman-82, 82 being my human OC. I had so many RP’s! I think I had what, 10 at one time going for the longest. RP’s were my happiest of times here on Tumblr…. And also the worst. Let’s not beat around any bushes this place can be as great as it is and can be a nightmare all at one time. I’ll leave it at that. Loads of people left the fandom due to one person who was pretty much running it all like a B rated Mean Girls knockoff. Ironically that person is no longer on tumblr either so it levels out. A lot calmed down once that person left and I got to meet even more great friends that I’ll always have these moments with. I’ve been bullied, targeted, trash talked and shunned by a lot of people in this fandom. I’ve also been celebrated, commended and loved for my efforts. Needless to say I’ve deactivated THREE accounts just to end up here with this one. With all that said, having my highs and low points made me a stronger, better person online. I started writing for myself. I ended all RPs after what happened, happened. I was just as happy as the day I discovered the fandom. Still am. And that post… that post has gotten WAY more attention than I expected truly. And that too makes me happy for as long as there’s still some of us, it will never truly die. It never truly ends. That in itself is enough to make me smile big… passed all the bullshit and the good shit that came with it. You didn’t blow it. That’s being way too harsh on yourself. You’re preserving them! Preserving something that was once such a dominant force in the fandom… keep it alive ALWAYS.
As far as my advice…. Be friendly but stay to yourself. Don’t let others know personal information about you unless you are comfortable and know that person won’t break… but… it’s the internet hm? Everyone breaks. I would say to write for yourself above all others. Don’t let asks get to overwhelming. You can answer as you choose and when you chose. RP’s (though I haven’t seen any) as well. You are on your own time here. Be kind to others but never let your guard down. Use tags! Always use tags! Use gifs or a photo added to your work. Use the color fonts. All these things are always an eye catcher. And lastly… just be you. Don’t fold for anyone else, no matter what anyone says… be your true self. And be true to yourself. I hope this helped. I kinda rambled on up top but I’d like to say THANK YOU. Thank you for keeping them ALIVE. And thank you for this ask.
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