#[ talkin w/ alcohol and thinking that

[marinehero-a]

every time i think ab garp ships i just continue to think ab how the conversation to get it must have gone fr, like it's So so the sunny of the marines,,,, the dog figure, the dog house for crows nest, the little paws on the ends of the mast, the pattern, when did he get it? was it after or before rogers execution, when garp became the hero? how did the conversation go for it, was it a joke or was he dead set like was it a gift i am just---

[honexjams]

horror horror terror i just got a raise Yesterday (🎉 very epic 🎊) for finally starting to show up to work on time regularly and i overslept by TWO HOURSSSSS today like i aint heard a single alarm iont even think i stayed up that late i just didnt fuckin wake up i am. horrified thats so. embarrassing my manager texted me said 'the day after your raise brother ?' jdhdjdhdjd GOD

like NOOOOOOOOOO this is ASSSSSS

[annievrse]

fresh out the slammer

sukuna x reader —ᡣ𐭩 fic c/w: singular mention of sa w/c: 1.1k a/n: all characters mentioned are 22, shoko is your best friend.

"you're not meant to be here."

the man who stands at your doorstep scoffs. your 6 foot 3, pink-haired ex takes up the entirety of the doorway, and you have to force down the urge to jump him.

you tilt your head when he doesn't answer. "ryomen, you need to leave. right now."

a single eyebrows arches. "i know damn well you ain't talkin’ to me like that."

rolling your eyes, you know he won’t do anything you say. so, opening your front door wider, sukuna steps inside, his left hand scratching the back of his neck.

“see, being nice isn’t that hard,” he teases, glancing at you over his shoulder. sighing, you close the door, eyeing him wearily as he lingers in the hallway.

“new key hook?” sukuna smiles, pointing at the wall.

you shake your head in disbelief. “why’re you here?”

sukuna raises his eyebrows, spinning to face you. but you realise your mistake too late.

with the door at your back and nowhere to go, you’re cornered by your ex-boyfriend. yet, he seems to know exactly what he’s doing, with his tongue poking his cheek as he approaches.

“where were you on sunday?”

your breath hitches in your throat when he runs a finger along your collarbone, but you won’t let him get you that easy.

“nowhere,” you insist, staring him down. he always said you were brave for doing that — you were the only one to ever do so.

“funny,” the corner of his mouth turns upward. “i heard something different.”

you give him no reaction. besides, what’s it to him?

“ok, and?”

“ooo,” he laughs deeply, his head tilting. “so it’s true.”

“ryomen—“

“come on baby, you know that’s not my name to you.”

“ryomen,” you press, putting your hand on his chest to keep him at a distance. “you need to leave.”

the faux pout he gives you makes you want to slap him, but you can’t bring yourself to do something so heinous to him.

“fine,” you concede. “yeah, i went on a hinge date, so what?”

“so what?” sukuna mutters bitterly. “it’s not ‘so what’ when he tries to force himself on you, baby.”

your face heats at the mention of it. “sukuna—“

“and you didn’t think to tell me?” he presses his hand on the door behind you, his body dangerously close to yours.

“i was scared,” you whisper, gaze on his chest to avoid his eyes. you notice his body visibly relax, his head hanging closer to yours to hear. “i knew you would do something about it, and i didn’t want you to get in trouble.”

“you don’t need to worry about me,” sukuna asserts, his finger under your chin to lift your face towards his. “it’s already been taken care of, and i’m still here.”

your eyes widen slightly, head moving to look at his right hand on the door. spread on the brown wood is his hand, larger as always, the pale skin on his knuckles red and purple and bloody and you’re shocked you didn’t see it before.

reaching up, you grab sukuna’s hand to cradle it in your own. “you’re joking.”

“you’re not a joke to me, sweetheart.”

sighing, you side step him, holding his injured hand in your own. he follows mindlessly behind you, checking out his left hand that is just as bloody as the other.

entering the bathroom, you don’t need to tell him where to sit before you dig the first aid kit out of the cupboard beneath the sink. you hadn’t had to use it in a while.

“kuna,” you murmur, observing his hands. he doesn’t reply. instead, he watches you, like he always does.

faces level, you set everything onto the counter. standing between his thighs makes your body feel numb. and when one of his hands covers your hip, you focus on the other.

sukuna doesn’t flinch when you clean his knuckles with alcohol, and doesn’t object when you smooth frozen band-aids over the particularly bad cuts.

“thanks, baby,” sukuna says, not checking to see if you cleaned them correctly—you always do.

“don’t mention it,” you dismiss flippantly, putting the red soaked cloth in the sink and the aid pack back in the cupboard.

the silence is comfortable but charged with something you don’t want to acknowledge. the muted chatter from the tv in the living room penetrates the bathroom wall, and you come back to your senses.

“does shoko know?”

“she told me.”

you sigh, if she couldn’t get her hands on your hinge date, she’d tell someone who could—and he did.

“he had a bruise where you punched him,” sukuna quips. “but i may have made it worse.”

you twist your lips sheepishly. “yeah, well, i wasn’t letting him get away that easy.”

“that’s my girl.”

the comment makes your stomach flutter pathetically.

“you wanna stay over?” you blurt, face warm.

sukuna knows better than to tease you right now, so he nods, and stands from the closed toilet seat.

you swiftly leave the bathroom, pacing down the hallway to curl up on the couch. sukuna walks in idly, taking in the space he’s spent so much time in. one thing catches his eye, and then he’s poking fun at you.

“nice picture.”

your eyes dart to where he’s looking on the bookshelf, and god forbid, it’s a photo of the two of you at tokyo tower. but, you’re not embarrassed.

“yeah, i look hot.”

sukuna chuckles, sitting next to you and propping his feet up on the coffee table. “you look hot all the time, shut up.”

drawing in a breath, you can’t contain yourself anymore. you circle your arm around his neck, fingers threading through his pink locks. sukuna turns his head toward you, lips inches apart.

“feet off the table.”

“don’t tell me what to do.”

you snicker, brushing his hair off his forehead.

“fresh out the slammer,” you joke. “and you come here.”

“of course,” sukuna looks confused. “where else would i go?”

you bite the inside of your cheek to stop your emotions from showing.

“i don’t know,” you glance down at when his fingers play with the drawstring of your sweatpants. “a new girl?”

“please,” sukuna scoffs. “like anyone else would put up with my shit.”

you give him a deadpan look.

sukuna rolls his eyes. “you’re my pretty baby, i’ll always come home to you or whatever,” he says lazily.

you run your thumb over his cheekbone. "kuna.”

he raises his eyebrows in question, but he knows what you’re asking.

“i need something from you," you mumble, tracing his lips with your eyes.

"oh yeah?" he smirks, voice low. "and what's that?"

you shrug, licking your lips. “nothing.”

sukuna rolls his eyes and lifts your hips up and over him, your knees bracketing his thighs. you squeal softly, forgetting just how strong he is.

sukuna shifts his hips underneath you. “you’re so—”

“kiss me.”

you don’t have to tell him twice.

[dixons-sunshine]

you most definitely can decline if you have too much on your plate/you don’t want to, but could i request platonic dad!daryl and daughter!reader? where they get separated when the prison falls (reader was on her own and then met with the group at terminus). After the events at Terminus they finally get a chance to hug and spend time together and reader is crying and ranting about how she was so scared and she wishes she could be strong like Daryl, and Daryl lets her in on his own worries and comforts her? i was thinking reader is like early teens (14-15)

again feel free to decline if you want! 🧡

His Little Girl—Daryl Dixon x Daughter!Reader

*GIF isn't mine.*

Summary: After Terminus, you finally reunited with your father. While he was busy bandaging your arm after an injury you sustained, you let all your emotions out. Daryl, in a rare moment, shared his own feelings with you.

Genre: Fluff.

Era: Post Terminus.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of near death experiences.

Word count: 1.2k.

A/n: Had to throw in a little bit of overprotective Dad!Daryl at the end. I hope you like this!

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You winced in pain when your father poured alcohol over your open wound. Your hand instinctively jerked back, the long gash on your arm burning with the fire of a thousand suns. You scrunched your face in pain, closing your eyes against the pain.

“M'sorry, Bean,” Daryl apologized, pulling the bottle away and placing it on the ground. He reached into his bag and grabbed a bandage he had managed to find in some abandoned house, and he started wrapping it around the gnarly wound. “Jus' try and hold still, alrigh'? This'll be over sooner if ya do.”

“Okay,” you whispered, opening your eyes and looking at your father's face. His face betrayed no emotions; he simply focused on bandaging your arm, his usual stoic expression on his face. He showed no ounce of fear, nothing to show that he thought he was going to die. That made you kind of envious. “How do you do it?”

Daryl halted his movements with the bandage, his blue eyes flicking up to meet your gaze. “M'guessin' yer not talkin' 'bout bandagin' someone's arm, are ya?”

You shook your head. “No, I'm not,” you replied in a broken whisper.

“Talk to me, Bean,” Daryl urged you, slowly resuming with the task of bandaging your arm. “Wha's on yer mind?”

You stayed silent for a moment, your eyes straying to the rest of the group. The only thing you could see in the dark was the light that the campfire emitted. The group was seated around the fire, a couple of them laying down to catch some sleep while a couple of others stayed up, mindlessly staring into the fire while others were keeping a cautious eyes on the tree line, trying to see if walkers or the survivors of Terminus were going to attack.

Shifting your attention back to your father, you swallowed deeply, trying to will the lump in your throat to go away. “How are you so brave?”

Daryl frowned in confusion. “Wha'?”

“How are you so brave?” you repeated, diverting your eyes to the ground. “You're not afraid of anything. You weren't scared when the camp at the quarry got overrun. You weren't scared at the CDC. When the farm fell, and then the prison, Terminus... You weren't scared at all. I was. I still am. When the prison fell, I escaped with someone, but he didn't make it long. The walkers got to him. Then I was alone, and I was so scared. I thought I was gonna die out there, alone, without knowing whether or not everyone was alive or not. Then I saw the Terminus maps, and I managed to find my way there, but everything quickly went to crap. I got thrown into that train cart, and I thought I was gonna be killed, but there you were. You were alive and you all had a plan to get out. It was a close call, and I almost got killed, but we got out. Through all of that, you weren't scared. You're so brave, and I'm not. I'm not.”

Daryl tightened the bandage around your arm before he withdrew his hands. He stayed silent for a few moments before he sighed, shaking his head.

“Ya ain't got no idea how wrong ya are,” he started, chuckling slightly at the way you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion—a trait you had inherited from him. “Bean, I was real fuckin' scared. All those times ya mentioned, I was terrified. I jus' put on a brave face fer ya 'cause I know ya needed me to be. When I saw the walkers back at the quarry camp, and I couldn't find ya immediately, I thought the walkers got ya. At the CDC, when tha' asshole wouldn't unlock the door, I thought we were gon' get blown up. I thought tha' my twelve year old lil' girl was gon' die, and there wasn't anythin' I could do to stop it. With the farm and now the prison, I thought ya didn't make it out. I spent the whole time wonderin' if ya were alive. I thought—I thought tha' ya were dead. I was so scared, Bean. I ain't ever been as scared like I was when the prison fell. I felt broken, empty. And then I found ya, but those psychopaths almost killed ya in front of me. I jus'... I can't lose ya. Yer my baby girl, even if yer already fourteen years old. I'd rather die than lose ya again.”

You leaned forward and wrapped your arms around him, sniffling as Daryl wrapped his arms around you tightly. He pressed a kiss to your temple and slightly rocked you from side to side, just like he used to do when you were younger and had just woken up from a nightmare. Being in your father's embrace made you feel safe, like nothing could ever hurt you again. You wished you could always feel that way.

“I love you, Dad,” you whispered softly.

“Love ya too, Bean. More than ya know.” Daryl soon pulled back from the hug and gave you a small smile, and nudged his head in the direction of the campfire. “C'mon, let's head back. Ya need somethin' to eat.”

You nodded and got up, following behind your father as you walked back to the rest of the group. You settled down beside Carl while Daryl sat down next to Rick.

Carl sent you a small smile, nervously fiddling with his hands. “Hey, Y/n. How's your arm?”

You smiled at him and shrugged. “I'll live. I've had worse.”

“Yeah, and yet you're still alive,” Carl replied, still nervously fidgeting with his hands. “You're a badass.”

“Thanks, Carl,” you thanked him. Noticing his fidgeting, but mistaking his nerves for coldness, you grabbed one of his hands and held it in your own. “Here, let me warm your hands for you. My hands are like a furnace.”

You missed the way Carl ducked his head, a blush spreading across his face but he smiled in silent glee. “Yeah, okay.”

As you and Carl silently conversed to yourselves, with Carl staring at you in awe, Daryl watched the two of you closely. His glare rested on his best friend's son and the way he held your hand, and Daryl couldn't help the surge of overprotectiveness that flooded his body. He visibly stiffened, catching Rick's attention.

Rick followed his line of sight and chuckled at what he saw. “Look at that. Young love, huh?”

Daryl glared at Rick. “Yer son better keep his hands off'a her. They're too young to be thinkin'a tha'.”

“Do what you want, Daryl, but if they wanna be together, they're gonna find a way, despite your rules.”

Well, Daryl thought, then he'd just have to bestow the fear of god into the young boy, and make sure that if he ever hurt you, his little girl, walkers would be the least of his problems.

[sebsxphia]

guilt & hangovers.

rhett abbott x reader.

￫ description: rhett soothes your worries from the night before.

￫ c/w: drug and alcohol use, recovery, sobriety, hangovers, swearing, titty touching, kissing, food.

￫ a/n: as i go through recovery, i’ve found it comforting to myself to write these pieces. i hope it brings any level of comfort to all who read! <3 my ‘sobriety’ masterlist can be found here! my main masterlist can be found here! 💌

Your eyes squinted open slowly, peeling awake to the sunlight falling through your lacy curtains on your bedroom window. The reflection of the morning sun in your eyes shot to your headache immediately, making you wince. Your mouth felt full with cotton and your body ached a little. Rhett slipped in through your bedroom door with a warm smile.

“Good mornin’, gorgeous.” You gave him a kiss in response as he curled back into bed next to you. You propped yourself up slightly to lie on Rhett’s chest, humming in content. You were slightly hungover, but the warmth of your lover soothed your head.

“Y’ had a good time last night?”

“I think…” You questioned yourself as you played back the night behind your closed eyes. You remembered everything, which was the first good sign, but you were slightly on edge at Rhett’s question. “Oh God, why d’ y’ ask? Did I do somethin’ stupid?” You grumbled and winced again, burying your face further into his chest as you awaited his response.

You felt his chest vibrate with a chuckle and he soothed his fingers through your hair to reassure you. “No, no, darlin’. Just in the truck home, y’ were smilin’ to yourself, talkin’ about how happy y’ were, how much y’ enjoyed the night.”

“Oh.” You hummed back to Rhett. A small smile graced your lips with relief. “Yeah, I remember that.”

You do remember. That was good.

You both lay there in a domestic and blissful silence for a while. Rhett didn’t let go of holding you close to his chest as you let the morning sun wash over you both, slowly waking you up for the day. It was a rare Sunday when you had no ranch work to do urgently, hence the chance to have a drink last night. You were planning to enjoy this Sunday like you did best together. Wrapped up in the bedsheets and making home cooked meals. Your stomach grumbled at the delicious thought, but your mind was still pre-occupied with more pressing matters. Rhett’s question, again. That triggered something in the back of your mind. Past memories clouded your senses and you just had to ask one more time—

“Y’ sure I didn’t do anythin’ stupid?”

He chuckled again and squeezed you tightly to his chest, wordlessly reassuring you. “Why y’ askin’ so much, baby?”

“I guess, I just… I feel, guilty?” You rounded off your statement with a questioning tone. You weren’t sure what this feeling was. You instinctively drew your nail beds to your teeth as you chewed on them with nervous hesitation. Your nails had grew in the last couple of months. Without the constant gnawing from your swinging jaw once a bag of powder was soaked through your nerves, you had no real reason to constantly bite them. None the less, Rhett was there as a wordless reminder, drawing your fingers away from your teeth to play with them mindlessly. Deep down, he was purposefully distracting you, but on Sunday mornings such as these, he enjoyed feeling out each crease and indent on your hands.

“Don’t,” Rhett’s voice came almost a beat afterwards. “Y’ had some drinks, got a good level of ‘drunk’ and came home to me. No drugs, nothin’. It’s ok to have a bit of fun. You’re doin’ so much better now, y’ shouldn’t feel guilty for that.”

You were still laying on his chest and listening to the rumble of his morning voice through your ear, staring ahead and taking in his words. Your eyes traced over the pattern on your lacy curtains. You registered his words, but the guilt.

The fucking guilt.

It was gnawing away at your stomach like you would your nails.

“But d’ you remember what—”

Your proposed, and self inflicting argument against yourself, was cut short by Rhett barking out a quiet laugh. “Nope, nu-uh.” He clicked his tongue between his teeth and you sat up to look at him now. He wetted his bottom lip with his tongue as he shook his head, still with a small and knowing smile on his face. “I know you, your group knows you, your support worker knows you. You’re doin’ so, so fuckin’ well, darlin’. I won’t let anyone tell my diamond girl ‘ny different.”

“Okay.” You mumbled with a loving smile gracing your lips. You were still feeling a little too hungover to argue, and, you knew Rhett was right.

“Okay.” He agreed with you and outstretched his large calloused hands to cup at your jaw and squeeze on your cheeks. “C’ ere.” He pulled you down to meet him again and placed one, two, then three, repeated kisses on your lips. As he parted with a wanton and low groan, he asked the one question that he knew would make all your worries disappear in an instant.

“Y’ want a fry up?”

You comically groaned, almost similar to how you would when Rhett’s face was buried between your thighs. You let your eyes roll back into your skull and you flopped down dramatically onto the mattress, withering with obscene pleasure at the thought of your lovers famous fry ups.

“Fuckin’, please.”

A playful smile was still plastered on your lips and Rhett’s lips, mirroring your humor in seeing you react like that. He leaned down once more to kiss you again, expanding his palm to give your bare breasts a squeeze before leaving you in bed to make a start on breakfast.

“Grab the laptop, put on what y’ want, my sweet thing.” He called out to you from your shared bedroom doorway.

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[themcomicsofficial]

YET ANOTHER Welcome Home theory idea!!

Man! These ideas keep on coming! Let's get to it!!!

Main page:

We see the page the same as usual (but no Eddie yet)...

The Neighborhood:

It stays as usual...but wait, what's up with Home? It's just looking at us...oddly. None of its pupils move or shake, or twitch...

Media:

It turns out to be a lucky day for the WHRP! Why? THEY FOUND LIVE FOOTAGE of Welcome Home! (dated 1973-74) They showcase a pretty distorted episode of Barnaby B. Beagle doing a comedic stand up routine with Frank Frankly in audience jeering at him on his terrible jokes. However, the neighbors enjoy it--but, what up a minute...What's up with Wally? He's just--sitting there...hearing and listening...

At the 9:50-10:00-ish mark Barnaby says his joke and says to Wally if he likes it:

"What ya think, little buddy? Uh...Wally, buddy? Pal? Uh...ya aren't talkin' is something alright?"

Howdy: "Walls? Walls wuzzdamattah? Feelin' sick little fella?"

Sally: Walliford, WALLIFORD? LOOK AT ME. Tell us, what's going on???

Julie, Poppy, and Frank give considered looks...

Then the screen distorts to black leaving Wally's eyes in the midst of darkness...

Merchadise:

The section shows us some Summer related merchandise from Welcome Home dated around 1972-74 with the characters wearing swimsuits, pool floaties, pool tubes, and drinking martinis and other alcohol related drinks.

However, as go further into the merchandise--we go get an odd Julie Joyful related card with her on a pool floatie with sunglasses as you can see in the reflection from water by the sun...there is a black mist with a something that looks like arms and teeth with eyes...with texts that say

"Search for the Light this Summer!"

Away From Praying Eyes:

W talks to us again! This time of his experience suffering from the nightmares, and hallucinations from looking for evidence on if Welcome Home existed...Sadly, it was too late...The Question Answerer decided to quit and cut the WHRP's funding...Which is not good...

However, he tells us he heard a phone ringing he wonders if he is going crazy again--luckily, this time it's HIS phone!

It's from someone who's in her early sixties and he tells him this.

"Hello, you don't need to know me but I need to tell you this, it's something that I want to get out of my chest for the past five decades...I tried to throw it away from my mind...but it keeps coming back--you brought it back...I'm here to tell this--Welcome Home DID exist. I was the puppeteer for Julie Joyful along with everyone else who puppeted Barnaby, Eddie, Poppy, Frank, Sally, and Howdy. Ronald was the man behind everything, he treated us like were family and saw something special...However, as the years he started to change--Ronald started to go off sorting cocaine and begin drinking many, many, many alcoholic drinks. So around--um...I dunno 1973 or 1974 he started to change...He would often shout and yell at us if we did a line wrong, he would call us--very hurtful names, it was just a nightmare but one day...The day I will never forget...The police came to his house and went down his basement--turns out Ronald did a satanic ritual along with his puppeteers with their puppets...and Wally as well...We agreed to ourselves to DESTROY single evidence of Welcome Home and asked the TV station to NEVER EVER show any mention of it through reruns, commercials, everywhere...To never show it again...Until now. Let this be your final warning, you opened it, you unleashed it and you're repeating the nightmares we had...For the record of all, YOU started this...This will haunt you for the rest of life..."

[chewiiez]

fengqing as twice songs; a megalist

THE STORY BEGINS

do it again

like a fool

PAGE TWO

precious love

TWICECOASTER LANE 1

TT

next page

TWICECOASTER LANE 2

knock knock

ice cream

SIGNAL

someone like me

only you

TWICETAGRAM

missing u

love line

jaljayo good night

rollin’

WHAT IS LOVE/SUMMER NIGHTS

what is love?

say yes

stuck

YES OR YES

sunset

after moon

FANCY YOU

hot

strawberry

FEEL SPECIAL

feel special

trick it

21:29

love foolish

get loud

MORE & MORE

more and more

firework

oxygen

shadow

make me go

EYES WIDE OPEN

i can’t stop me

shot clock

go hard

bring it back

handle it

depend on you

behind the mask

KURA KURA

kura kura

strawberry moon

TASTE OF LOVE

alcohol-free

sos

scandal

conversation

baby blue love

PERFECT WORLD

perfect world

thank you, family

better

pieces of love

DOUGHNUT

doughnut

FORMULA OF LOVE

moonlight

cruel

f.i.l.a (fall in love again)

last waltz

espresso

rewind

cactus

push and pull

1, 3, 2

the most fengqing song to ever fengqing btw

CELEBRATE

tick tock

sandcastle

bittersweet

BETWEEN 1&2

talk that talk

basics

brave

trouble

when we were kids

READY TO BE

moonlight sunrise

wallflower

crazy stupid love

WITH YOU-TH

i got you

rush

bloom

you get me

IM NAYEON (NAYEON SOLO)

all or nothing

sunset

love countdown

ZONE (JIHYO SOLO)

killin me good

wishing on you

talkin about it

closer

room

AND THAT’S ALL! every twice album has a song for fq, but i didn’t deep dive into the jp releases that much because im not too familiar w them,, still perfect world stands as the best jp twice album so i had to include tracks from it!

this is a collection of pre-canon (xl era), the 800 year heartbreak era, post canon and during relationship songs! twice started as a bubblegum pop band and have a large collection of cute songs, but think of these cute songs as japanese songs where the meaning is deep/dark 😭😭 as someone who’s explored twice’s entire discography i promise you the tracks are fengqing coded!

i would reccomend, if its your first time listening to kpop or twice, these websites:

genius english translations. they aren’t the most understandable but they are accessible!

color coded lyrics/a-z lyrics. super accurate

lyric videos on yt! esp if its a title track (like feel special), you can watch the mv, look @ subtitles or pull up a color coded lyrics video.

line distribution! def a new concept if you aren’t familiar w kpop, it shows which members sing what parts. often, they will have lyrics, but its a great way to remember a song if yk whos singing it, imo

i hope this helps, and i hope u enjoy my recs <3

(re edited to include twice solos!)

[nicegaai]

I MISS MY BOYBAND AU. I MISS IT. I MISS IT I MISS IT. i dont even remember where most of my au rambling WENT like is it buried in my notesapp or on this blog or my other blog or maybe a google doc..

anyway. im at a point in my fandom experience where i want my daydream universes down in writing so other people can see my visions. im gonna talk about my canonverse compliant nordic5 boyband au with no pairings, just vibes. all i want in life is for these guys to hang out and banter and get progressively more miserable. and (most importantly) torment iceland because i love him soso much. if theres no romance its not interesting i UNDERSTAND this and thats ok i just need to write my love letter to canonverse and play with the n5 like dolls

for anyone unfamiliar w the setting, its a public d-list celebrity nations setting, and the boyband thing was an april fools joke that got a very positive response online so theyre forced into time off from office work (yippee) into at first just releasing a real single, then an EP, then they become an actual touring boyband against their will for tourism promotion purposes (?) — so ofc they all feel the need to outcompete each other in stage presence, its a matter of national pride. none of them dance that good, their singing is...average, most of them need alcohol to get through practice, and in the end, by taking the bit too seriously the band bombs and becomes a cringefest they wont live down for a thousand years. also norway is the designated rapper of the group (hes got a bad case of white boy flow) but the others genuinely think hes doing a good job and hype him up. this au is my baby do u understa n d ......

i dont know if id actually write the intro / setup to how they get into this situation or if id just start from "theyre doing album promo photoshoots and grumbling about it" lmao

the reason im talkin ab this again is bc im gigglin n kickin my feet rn thinking about them being told to do a sexy calendar photoshoot and them being like. we were told this was just a normal calendar :/ and the managers being like yeah that was so youd show up. and then norway going mom mode ICELAND IS A MINOR how DARE you. and iceland going NORRRR STOP IM GROWN and nor going YOU ARE TOO YOUNG FOR THIS. GIVE HIM SOMETHING APPROPRIATE TO WEAR . and then they end up doing a fully clothed calendar photoshoot and iceland will never live this down

[meiko3323]

BINGO

boss makes a dollar, i make a dime, so i print out challenges on company time XD filled it in on my own time tho

all my hoyolab friends were doing this so i decided to join in 😸 would this also count as meet the artist kinda?

hm, lets see what i can elaborate on...

- i write/ draw w my left, but hold food utensils incl chopsticks w my right. and i use a right-handed mouse. but when i chop veggies or sth for meal prep i hold the knife in my left

- bilingual: i know russian and english fluently. my parents had a "no english at home" rule when my sister and i were growing up, which i found annoying at the time but now im pretty grateful to not forget my mother tongue, and be able to communicate w the extended fam back home

- im extremely near-sighted, im talkin i could hold out my own hand in front of my face and itll be blurry

- idk if this is dating me too much, but i played a lot of neopets when i was young. i had like 4 or 5 accts, and even got my sis into em. i remember sneaking onto the family pc to play, and then sneak away when i heard my parents approaching

- came out at 16, tho in hindsight the signs were there as young as like 5

- i indeed had a fursona in middle/high school, prob cuz i struggled w human anatomy and found animals much easier to draw 😅

- get it? caffeine + fiend = CAFFIEND :>

- im the older sister by 6 yrs

- ive talked abt my connection to ffxiv on here before, i played it intensely for abt 2yrs, even got into the raiding scene a bit. was a miqo'te white mage main until sage came out and i switched to that

- i LOVE exploration so all my genshin maps are 100% including all the special/ underground ones, i caught up just before fontaine released, and since then it takes me under 2 wks to catch up on any new map

- dont like makeup cuz im lazy and also why should i waste time putting all of it on, only to have to wash it off after? or forget and wake up w panda eyes 🐼 too much hassle =w=

- i currently have short hair. i started cutting it myself since covid cuz salons were closed and it was getting too long, i was startin to look like that aLiEnS guy 😂 and now it saves me time and money, and as a bonus i dont have to leave the house for it which is always a win (id prob be a complete shut-in if i didnt have to work lol)

- ive fallen out of trees twice, once at a friends bday party when i was abt 5-6, and another time when i was ehhh 12-13. im also generally quite accident prone (not quite benny levels but up there) tho surprisingly not broken any bones *knock on wood*

- surprise-surprise, am an introvert lmao. require plenty of time to recharge my social battery

- i enjoy me some alcohol, not unlike a certain bard ;3 i actually used to drink FAR more when i was younger. funny enough its thanks to videogames that ive managed to unintentionally cut bk (aka replace one addiction w another lol), like now im able to skip up to 3 days. and when i do partake its not as heavy as before, partly cuz im weary of hangovers, and partly cuz the sleepies hit me before the buzz and thats annoying :T but i still chase that boozy high

- hoodies and flannels are life, theyre so comfy! clothes-related sidenote: pants MUST have pockets or i refuse to wear em

- ive got 16mm gauges in my ears, i think thats 00G? currently wearing silver tunnels atm. i miss my grumpy cat plugs, but alas theyre only 10mm iirc

- ive got 7 piercings i think, lets count: 1���⃣ tongue, 2️⃣ left side lip, 3️⃣ right nostril, 4️⃣-5️⃣both earlobes (stretched), and 6️⃣-7️⃣ a double-helix (intentional for the pun lol) on my left ear. i used to have a second row on my lobes but when my gauges got too big i had to take em out. kinda wanna get em repierced at some point and put the little cuffs back. debating an industrial in my right ear too (goin for some as.symetry) also wanna get a second piercing beside my current lip one (apparently thats called a spider bite 😳)

- never learned to drive cuz either got driven everywhere by fam/ friends, or relied on public transit. plus idk if i trust myself behind the wheel, it feels like itd be too overwhelming x_x

- i enjoy me some vaping. in classic meiko fashion, prefer the *fruity* flavours. tho ive had a couple good menthol ones. not a fan of dessert flavours, theyre nice for a few hits but vaping it for an extended time gets too sweet. ive dabbled w a bit of cigarettes too tho not a fan due to the nasty aftertaste. i also enjoy me some hookah, tho ive not indulged in years

- ive dropped out of uni not once but twice 🙂

- i love plushies and used to have a pretty big collection of them ^w^ i still hold on to a few, id have more if i had space in the apartment for em

- DUH, i have a tumblr as well :3 lurked on and off for years

thank you to anyone that bothered reading all that, didnt expect id have so much to say abt myself. sorry for rambling endlessly ^^'

and thanks in advance to anyone that fills out the card, i wonder if there will be any bingos :D

[lambsnd]

You know how to make a girl happy?

Give her the best orgasm alive. Forreals.

Trillest shit ever. If you make ya bitch cum, she’ll do anything for you!

I hate wasting a good outfit.

Like, for example.. When I actually feel like getting dressed or something & be out there super swagga drippin n shit.. I usually end up going to the grocery store & just stuntin’ on some grandmas.

There is so much ass on the internet.. WTF

Like, I just be bumping into girls on websites & wild the fuck out, man! Ass ass ass. & some of these chicks live in SUPER random places like Czechoslovakia & West Bubblefuck n shit like WTF?

“wyd?”

Just flying around in my underwear, on my futuristic jet pack, made by Rolls Royce, while Beyonce is clinged on to my nipples w/ diamond encrusted tweezers, listening to the song, irreplaceable “nm”

I look like motha fuckin Shreeva Poonjabi in the morning. Don’t ask who that is. ‘cause I don’t even know. It just seems like a name that belongs to some nigga that would look like me, when I wake up.

Currently chilling w/ King Arthur IV, surrounded by 10 bad bitches who we demanded to twerk, for 2 straight hours, while getting my ass hairs braided. #FlyShit 😎

imagine if humans had updates like computers do like u go to sleep downloading updates nd wake up w/ a fuckin jetpack built into ur spine nd have laser vision n shit LOL that shit would be cray 😁

*****fuck these lame ass rap comedians, they can't touch edgar allan poe

quoth the raven nevermore

I’d rather be your nikkuh, she’d rather be my bitch.. but no emotions cause we both is busy focused on a grip, real shit

pweourtpweiqhr5lqwker I just found some chick I used to go to high school w/ in a porno daqqwwawawgg o0o0o0 I knew this bitch was a skeezer

u ever get so fuckin goofy high that u start speaking in ancient hieroglyphics on sum สบขอรอสไบ shit

My mom deadass bought 3 fucken hermit crabs .. not 1 but 3 .. bro they finna collaborate n open up a krusty krab in my house n shit

I'm done wit normal girls they too basic .. blind girls are the new wave ladies hit my dms .. or should i say ..:.:: :..::.. ::.:

Whats good w/ these hoes walking aroun w/ fake nails, fake hair, & fake eyes talkin’ bout they want a REAL MAN?

Don’t be the shadow, be the dickriding whore everyone remembers.

I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.

Fate is so interesting, don’t you think

Let’s be real.. You can’t fuckin stand there & tell me “looks don’t matter”. I hate when people do that shit. Yeah.. A person can be the nicest being in this entire universe, but if his/her face was burnt, TELL ME you wouldn’t have that be a factor for you. -___- STOP IT. Looks matter.

Don’t trip.. I remembered. I just didn’t greet you on purpose. Celebrate hard and take a shot for me, k?

YEEESSS. Dinosaur nuggets, french fries & onion rings. I feel like Jesus is crip walking in my mouth right now. FUCKFUCKFUCK

DUDE I just lost $50 on gambling

That’s like 50 fuckin McDoubles. -___-

Tell yo friends about me *mobster voice*

Click ya’ heels 3 times and teleport into Rasheed Wallace’s bald spot.

Im pretty loaded off Moscatto.

& I have to say there is NOTHING worse than those “day-after alcohol dumps”.. Which I feel approaching my anus in about 2 minutes.

Oh shit, uh.. we’re kinda like a big deal.

her ego awakens my inner demon

Love me now, before they all do

It’s big GUWOP B!tch!

[paleparearchive]

The Drinking Party and the Revealed Heart

Kuroda's initial 4★ story (2/3) ( 1 - 2 - 3 )

Location: kitchen (morning) | Characters: Kuroda, Courbet, Hokusai, Watteau, Aoi/MC

Watteau: So, the girl I was aimin' for hooked up with someone else. I thought we were gettin' along so well..

Kuroda: I guess the problem is that you go crazy for it like an idiot. And from what I hear, you're not worthy of that woman. Why don't you get a clue?

Watteau: Ugh… Teach's words really hit home…

Hokusai: Ooh, these dumplings are delicious.

Aoi: They have a nice texture and just the right amount of sweetness. Do you think so, Courbet-kun?

Courbet: Yeah…

Hokusai: Oh right, ya there. Ya were arguin' with that Van Gogh kid again, weren't ya? I could hear your voices echoin' in front of the atelier during the day.

Courbet: That... That's because he started talking nonsense. All he does is talk about dreams and refuses to pay attention to reality. If dreams could make a living, no one would have any trouble. But that guy…

Hokusai: Ooh?

Courbet: … What's with that smiling face?

Hokusai: Nothin', just thought ya two were as close as ever.

Courbet: Are you blind? There's no way I'm friends with that guy.

Hokusai: Hahaha! No matter how ya look at it, they say the more ya fight, the better!

Courbet: What the…!?

Aoi: (Courbet-kun, Hokusai-san is totally making fun of you…)

Ah, Kuroda-san. Your glass is empty. Let me pour you a drink.

Kuroda: Hm…

Aoi: (... Huh? Something seems to be wrong with Kuroda-san… He doesn't seem to be able to control his hands…)

Kuroda: … Katsushika.

Hokusai: Huh? What?

Kuroda: I'm always strict with 'em 'cuz of my position… I really wanna be nice to my students.

Courbet: Huh…?

Watteau: K-Kuroda-sensei, nice…!?

Aoi: I don't think I've ever seen this pattern before…

Hokusai: It started once again, huh. Man, can't help it…

Kuroda: My students got a bright future ahead of 'em, and they're not ashamed to show it anywhere. How nice it'd be to get an honest compliment…

Van Gogh's no different. That guy'll always be a monkey who can't remember things, but he's got guts. It's not every day ya get to do somethin' like that and not be discouraged…

Watteau: Prof. Kuroda, he's praisin' Van Gogh…

Courbet: Am I dreaming or…?

Aoi: Uhm, what is happening…

Hokusai: See what I'm talkin' 'bout? It's just in people's nature to show their true colors when they're drunk.

Courbet: T-This is unexpected…

Hokusai: This guy's a teacher at heart. He dares to treat his students with a devil-may-care attitude in order to nurture their young potential. I heard him blurt out somethin' like that before.

Courbet: Hey, can I talk to him without permission?

Hokusai: Well, that'd be okay, right? If ya really don't wanna say somethin', ya won't say it even if you're drunk!

Kuroda: Hey, Katsushika… I'm a slob²… I'm a slacker.

Aoi: Slob²… What? Uhm, what did he just…?

Hokusai: It's the language of his hometown. It's a dialect².

Courbet: That intelligent and theoretical Kuroda... Alcohol is a terrible thing…

Aoi: Kuroda-san, please drink water for the time being!

Kuroda: Mmmh… Shaanks…

Watteau: Kuroda-sensei's smilin'!? What, that's hella rare!

Courbet: To think that Kuroda could make a face like this…

Kuroda: Water… Delishous³…

Aoi: Kuroda-san?

Kuroda: Hmm…

Hokusai: Looks like he fell asleep. It's easy with ya guys here today.

Aoi: Huh, Hokusai-san? Where are you going?

Hokusai: Goin' back to my room. See ya!

Aoi: Ah…! W-Wait, Hokusai-san!? Please don't leave Kuroda-san behiiind!

²: ずんだれ (zundare) is a word from Kyushu's dialect and Kuroda was born in Kagoshima, in Kyushu! I wish I knew this earlier because I was about to rip my hair to translate this word.

³: the word used here is うみゃー (umyā), which means "delicious" in the Nagoya dialect (decided to translate it as "delishous" to make it sounds different than the usual word). I honestly don't know if this word is also used in the Kyushu dialect Kuroda is speaking, since Nagoya is in Honshu… Dude so drunk he can speak all the dialects.

[primusfortuna]

Scar ⟡ Beginning of a Bond (07)

[01] [02] [03] [04] [05] [06] [XX]

“Unshakable Ambition”

Several days after we successfully finished that event in Fairberg, the Land of Toys——

I’d just come back to the guild home after a shopping trip. Two voices could be heard from the living room, clearly having fun.

Scar: Heh~? So when you have five numbers in order, and they all have the same suit, it’s called a ‘straight flush’?

Daste: Yeah. It’s rare you’ll ever get a hand like that, though.

Scar: Does that mean it’s the strongest combination to have?

Daste: Nah, there’s this thing even stronger called a ‘royal straight flush.’

Taking a casual peek at them, I see Scar and Daste sitting on opposite ends of a table littered with cards.

Emma: Hi guys, I’m home. Are you playing something…?

Scar: Ah! Emma-san, welcome back~ Daste’s teaching me how to play right now.

Daste: You’re back? Oh, wanna come join us then? I was just about to start an actual game.

Daste: Poker, baccarat, craps. We can play whatever.

Emma: …I feel like those are all casino games…

Daste: Well, yeah—it’s way more fun when we put somethin’ on the line. I’ll treat whoever wins to some of my signature booze.

Scar: Yay! I’ve never tried alcohol before so I’m excited~

Daste: That’s what I’m talkin’ about! Oh yeah, and the loser will get beat up by the winner.

Scar: Okay!

Emma: Don’t say ‘okay’... Um… Daste, come here.

I anxiously call Daste over to a corner of the room.

Daste: What? This is kinda out of nowhere.

Emma: You’re one to talk! Why are you introducing Scar to bets and alcohol all of a sudden?

Daste: Ohh… that.

After hesitating for a moment, he answers while aggressively scratching his head.

Daste: He’s basically like a human kid, right? He doesn’t even know how to function in life to begin with.

Daste: So I thought I’d just teach him some things about gettin’ by in society. At least enough so no one makes fun of him.

Daste: It’s not just for him… but for you and me too.

Emma: Th-That makes sense? I agree with what you’re saying, but…

Emma: (Why does he have to start with gambling and alcohol…!?)

Just as I’m about to continue, Scar pipes in.

Scar: Hey hey, what’re you two doing~? I wanna play poker~

Daste: Oh, poker! Sounds good, I’m comin’.

Daste raises a hand and walks back towards Scar.

Emma: (...Ever since that night with the fireworks, Daste has been acting like a big brother towards Scar.)

Emma: (And Scar himself seems a little friendlier than before, just like a little brother.)

Emma: (...Hmm. Considering everything that’s happened, this is a change I should be happy about.)

But… for better or for worse, Scar is very innocent. I just hope that Daste’s lessons won’t have a bad impact on him.

Emma: (I might lose a few hairs if he suddenly declares he wants to start throwing bombs one day…!)

(Card shuffling noises)

Scar: Okay, I call two cards!

Daste: Alright, I’ll call three.

Emma: Mm… I think I’ll just leave it like that…

And so—after talking Daste into it, we were a few minutes into a game, without betting on money or anything else.

During a pause in our conversation, I turn to Scar with a question.

Emma: Hey, Scar? When we watched the fireworks, remember how you kept your promise to not open any people?

Emma: Could you maybe… further that promise? To never open up anyone from here on out?

Scar: Ngh…

Scar: I don’t want to promise that I’ll never do it.

Scar: I already made up my mind that someday I’ll find a soul, no matter what. And seeing how beautiful those fireworks were… I can’t ever give up.

Scar’s eyes twinkle with ambition as he asserts himself.

Daste: ……

Daste: …Hey, do you think… it’s my fault he got this weird burst of motivation?

Emma: No way—

Emma: ……

Emma: W-Well, maybe a little… Hahaha…

[Scar’s POV]

Emma-san is beaming with pure joy from across the table.

As I wait for my turn, I remember the fireworks I saw the other day.

Scar: (Fireworks… They’re sparkly and really, really pretty…)

Scar: (They were so, so big and beautiful… That was the first time something impressed me enough to make my heart flutter.)

Scar: (If I could see Daste and Emma-san’s souls someday…)

Scar: (Would it impress me even more than before?)

Scar: …Hehehe.

Daste: Aah? What’re you laughin’ at? Is your hand that good?

Scar: Hehe~ Guess you’ll have to see~! Anyway, next person go! It’s your turn, Emma-san. Still not ready?

Emma: Sorry for making you wait… Okay, I got it!

She calls several cards.

And then, feeling unusually passionate, I bring my focus back to our game of poker as well.

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TL notes: Regarding the usage of the term "call". In standard poker, a call means betting the same amount of chips that another player bet. The way the term was used in this chapter didn't seem to agree with its standard definition. I'm uncertain if that's because they are just playing their own variation (since Emma wanted a game without bets) or if its defintion can be flexible.

[flightofaqrow]

silence is not a virture

qrow + Ruby ( @rosecutt​ )

    ⁀➷             -  “Are they asking for trouble? Silence is a virtue, right?”  -

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“not ‘n my experience, kiddo. silence usua’ly meant two little girls, who shall remain unnamed, were off gettin’ in ‘ta th’ trouble.”

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  ⁀➷            Uh oh, busted!!  -  “Uh huh, and does said trouble-makers leave any proof they were up to no-good? Or are you getting a little too old?”  -  

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“well, tha’ depends on which moment ‘a silence yer talkin’ about. there was th’ mud. th’ paint. th’ frogs. th’ crumbs. plenty of evidence. now as for tonight, exactly… guess my eyes really aren’t what they use’ta be, huh?”

is Ruby trying to get away with something? and is qrow letting her? or just letting her think he is? hmmm. mysteries within the quiet, indeed.

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 ⁀➷         Oops.  -  “T-The frogs got in!?”  -  Silver eyes darted to the frogs hopping against the woodened floor with quiet ‘ plaps ‘.  -  “W-well! Who knows. Maybe they want to sleepover. You should be good to nature, you are a bird..”  -  Nice save! Right?  The girl slowly, with a nervous smile began to step back slowly, anxiously laughing along the way.

    -  “Ahaha, maybe you’re hallucinating, Uncle Qrow. Maybe… you should nap and when you wake up, everything will be back to normal! I hear there’s this, uh, super picky sickness that targets old people!! Makes’ them see things!!”  -  He cannot know what she was up to.

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“fer th’last time, Ruby i’m not old.”

yes, that’s what he chooses to respond to with a forceful sigh after trying to ignore it the first time. not the sudden (second) infestation of frogs, and the myriad ways Misfortune might make it even worse. how he and Ruby as a duo had never burnt Tai’s house down, he’ll never know.

well, there was that one time, almost…

focus. frogs. so much for the silence.

“an’ i’m pretty sure i’m hearin’ th’ things too. no amount’a alcohol causes that. which means… no chance a’nappin’ right now anyway. so,” he rasps with finality, opening his arms and hands out to the sides, no judgement and hardly any surprise when this is just how his life goes, “…wanna tell uncle qrow exactly what the plan is here, kiddo? or… was?”

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⁀➷       So he isn’t old! That doesn’t mean he can’t - pretend to be old! But the way he’s staring, Ruby can’t help but use her foot to slowly try and discreetly push out the frogs! This wasn’t meant to happen, not at all, they were just - goofing off! A simple, prank that’s now getting out of hand.  -  “Yep! Totally hearing things, you should go to the Doctors! Totally, should go.”  -  How, caring of her?

  And the beautiful, all knowing, hands out at his hips; the ‘ I know you’re causing shit Rubes ‘ stance. A bad liar, as she is,  -  “No! There is no plan!”  -  A squeak, gently coaxing the frogs back out of the sliding door they hopped in from, hands behind her back smiling ever so nervously more.  -  “Uncle Qrow, doesn’t need to know what doesn’t exist, because,”  -  She steps back, one more and she should be free!  -  “Uncle Qrow, is just, dreaming right now!”  -

Bless.

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plucky little pipsqueak is wearing very, very thin on qrow’s patience, and the constant croaking sets him even further on edge. his brow furrows as if he means business - if only in teaching yet another lesson. she really is bad at fibbing.

“so which izzit, Rubes? …am i sick or am i sleepin’? at least get y’r story straight, sheesh.”

his reflexes still work fast against any alcohol flowing in his system, enough for deft hands to snap out and grab the scruff of the girl’s sleeve before she can escape. his grip holds as forceful as it would when positioning her arm during combat training, and his voice growls out with the same drill master’s insistence, “so, let’s start again from th’ beginning, huh?”

he’s trying to help. why is she lying?

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 “W-Well, I, um–”  No words could finish her sentence, flinching when he grasped out to her sleeve and fear flooded her gates at his strength and determination to keep her still. She never likes to be in trouble, let alone with her Uncle and so his tone of voice shook her to freeze up and stare.

She opened her mouth to reply, but a hesitant squeak came out, she knew she was in trouble and a Stern Uncle like this, was a terrifying Uncle - she’d only now witnessed it twice in her life.

 “I.. I wanted to, prank Oscar a little bit because he’s been a little tense lately, so I thought a little harmless joke would cheer him up, I gathered 53 frogs exactly and put them in the garden, but now they’re escaping into the house,”  Ruby spoke quickly, like her Semblance worked for her voice, alongside the many croaking and soft thuds of hopping.

Once again, he wins this race.  “I’m sorry, I’m really sorry, I’m not trouble am I? I was trying to clear them up,”  Sounding so Nervous, she makes a small laugh,  “I was trying to clean them up– but, you came in and now I’m in trouble.”

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Ruby could, perhaps, consider herself lucky for once, that she is of the few who know qrow branwen as soft and protective and caring more than the harbinger of a cold, sharp, strike of steel as the rest of Remnant does. an uncle huntsman rather than a hunter.

but occasionally she needs a reminder of what he stands for. and what he won’t.

interrogation tactics don’t need to go very far. well and good, because he really hates seeing fear in those silver eyes. the moment she starts telling the truth, his hold releases.

and his face falls, too.

“a prank? that’s all?” oh, his head hurts. he has so many questions, but the answers don’t really matter, “no, you’re not in trouble,” not by his standards, at least. they’d done way worse at beacon.

“…yet.”

he drags his hands down his face and tries to tune out the continued cacophony. one hand continues down to his breast pocket and his flask. he needs to kick off this hangover and a drink to deal with the rest.

“stop kickin’ th’ things around. they’ll just scatter,” as he turns towards the hall closet, he waves in annoyance at the group working their way past Ruby again, “i’ll get a bucket. lesse how many we can catch before they slime th’ place up too bad.”

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 His hand releases her sleeve, and just so quickly she tucks into herself for a moment. It’s rare, to see her Uncle like that - a prefered rarity to never again, god forbid she do something much worse; maybe one day he’ll show stride for a differ type reaction than the disappointed one she’d gotten. A sigh leaves her, like she’d been holding in her breath and eyes glanced down to the many colorful frogs bouncing around at her feet.

His premise yet made her frown, crouching to pick up the creatures without the slightest cringe to the slimey and icky texture they held.  “I panicked.”  She mumbled toward his scolding about scooting them with her foot.

She cooped up some more, sliding open the door a little more to free them back into the garden where they had much better chance to bounce away into the wilderness, and turning some of them around before they adventured inside.

 “I.. just wanted people to froget the tension for a few minutes, it’s - suffocating and worrisome, I..wasn’t trying to cause any trouble.”

[storm-of-feathers]

Ah,

[drkinedits]

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[xiaosweetheart]

dream blunt rotation

characters: kazuha, albedo, kaeya, diluc, childe, venti (mentioned; zhongli, itto)

genre: sfw in terms of no smut; crack i think ???

warnings: weed, lots of weed; modern ?????? au idfk 💀💀💀 (bc i mention snezhnaya but like. idk interpret how u will); Minimal Effort writing 💖

a/n: bc i was talking to @artiepooh amd. and. /// these arent my usual breed of hcs my bad yall

kazuha

         ↬ kazuha bc. bc. i don't think i need to explain this one.

         ↬ he brings the weed and is also the designated roller — his fingers are skilled asf 🤤

         ↬ pregames the fucking smoke session too 💀💀 he's alr smoked a joint before everyone else got there 😭 (just like me fr 😍)

         ↬ hes def got a high-ish tolerance methinks. from how often he smokes yk

         ↬ rolls joints and blunts equally well hes just that good

albedo

         ↬ albedo would prompt all the interesting convos i think ????? most of them ("interesting")

         ↬ kaeya once asked him if he could alchemy some weed while they were all fuckin zonked

         ↬ they later found out that he could, in fact, alchemy up some weed but. it actually tasted So Bad so weed has yet to be alchemy'd up again

         ↬ he. he will just. if there is a spider around. he just picks it up n eats it if no one stops him. (please stop him)

         ↬ just. munchin 😟

kaeya / diluc

         ↬ k: "if yo leg get cut off will it hurt"

         ↬ d: "duh your leg got cut off"

         ↬ k: "where are you gonna feel the pain"

         ↬ d: "in your le—"

         ↬ they get along surprisingly well ????

         ↬ "well" 💀 they tolerate each other and dont argue 💖

         ↬ kaeya also brings some weed i'd say ??? he's rlly good at rolling blunts also 🧐

childe

         ↬ PRIMARY SNACK MAN, he usually has some banger fuckin snacks tbh

         ↬ brings nasty ass snacks from like snezhnaya and elsewhere overseas and convinces everyone that "they're a delicacy there !!!"

         ↬ they were not delicacies.

         ↬ but !!!! the. the good snacks that he does bring are actually rlly good fr he's just gotta prank everyone first

         ↬ was banned from bringing his own weed bc it was literally so fuckin dry and nasty

         ↬ is also banned from rolling ........... (see: here)

         ↬ gets fidgety ???????? when hes high

                 ↬(if he were w his s/o, his hands would be All Over them)

         ↬ he definitely owns a dab pen (or several) theres no way he isn't a cart man

venti

         ↬ secondary snack man

         ↬ him and childe always get Hella munchies and eat like over half of everything 💀💀💀 (menaces)

         ↬ in charge of music for the sesh also !! setting the mood or whateva 🙌 absolutely bangin spotify playlists

         ↬ always ends up getting crossfaded ????? bc he brings lil airplane bottles of alcohol for himself 😭

         ↬ also pregames the smoke sesh

         ↬ can roll fairly well tbh ?????

         ↬ but better at rolling joints tho methinks

not invited to the smoke session:

zhongli

         ↬ he just. does not shut up. albedo's gonna say sth ab. how spiders are good "if you just cook them right" (🙄) and now you've got zhongli talkin ab the history of spiders ?????? (where does he keep this fucjin knowledge stored away ?????????)

         ↬ hope this mf gets cottonmouth so he'll shut the fuck up 😭😭💀

itto

         ↬ BLUNT HOG ALERT

         ↬ absolutely do not invite this mf to group sessions, he will eat all the mf snacks and hog ghe fucnin blunt 💀💀💀💀

masterlist.