#💬 vivi is typing

[vivinens]

a lover's game !

characters: neuvillette, wriothesley & navia.

summary: little things they notice about you.

warning, minor fontaine story spoilers. gender neutral reader. here's a few short drabbles, hello tumblr!

Neuvillette, while famously intrigued by human behavior, often finds himself completely fascinated with you in particular.

For all his objective understanding of worldly matters, he is still confused as to why he specifically craves your attention. It's utterly strange, really, how his eyes seem to trail after your movements and expressions with more care than he would show to others.

You smile differently, when speaking to him. He's picked up on this after numerous conversations involving you two and a third party. When speaking to Monsieur Neuvillette (he often wonders about the soft way you say his name), your tone is easy and your smile is—for lack of a more appropriate word—entrancing. But, the moment your attention turns to the third party, that smile is dimmed.

At first, he simply chalks it up to you wanting to get in his good graces. After all, he's had no shortage of humans attempting to get close to him in order to satisfy their own desires. However, even with his lackluster social skills, he can see how your behavior is different from the people trying to appeal to them for their own merit. Your flustered sentences and bright eyes were not the same as others using flattery to gain status among the court staff.

...Perhaps he should ask Navia about it. Not for the first time, he curses his own lack of social understanding.

Wriothesley is not usually the kind of man who finds himself hung up on trivial details. He spends too much time working and worrying as it is; so why should he make life more complicated for himself?

There were some things he can't help but notice when it comes to you, though. It's midday when he overhears you mumbling to yourself about a new treat from Café Lucerne you'd like to try—as well as something about you having already spent all your "fun mora" for the week. You had sighed to yourself at your own respective desk all afternoon, and the sheer longing he could sense made his eye twitch.

You arrived to your work desk the next morning to see a wrapped gift box atop it. You had gasped when you opened it to reveal the outrageously expensive cake you had been craving all week. Wriothesley couldn't stay to further see your reaction, as to not raise suspicion, but he was content nonetheless.

It was when he arrived at work the next day that he realized—after seeing a steaming hot cup of coffee set on his desk beside a signed thank you note—that you're more observant than you let on. After all, he had taken great care in not letting it be known he was the one who gifted you the cake.

He takes a sip of the coffee. It was the way he likes it. Yes, you were very observant, indeed.

Navia has always had a soft spot for her underlings. She remembers their birthdays, their favorite songs, and those who they would prefer to work alongside. She claims it's her duty as their boss to know such things—although, in the opinion of many, she often goes above and beyond.

However, if you were to ask any of Navia's other subordinates, they would probably say she tries to understand you best of all. You have known one another for a long time, and this friendship was something she held very dearly—especially after the passing of her father. You were a beacon of light in those times, when the world seemed against her and her father's memory.

In some ways, she wondered if she was... taking advantage. You worked hard to support her and Spina di Rosula, and earned hardly nothing in return. Pay was rocky and sometimes even scarce. What if your talents could be better used elsewhere? What if you truly did want to leave? What if—

"You're overthinking again, Navia," you sigh, and before she can even think to respond, your hand is reaching to feel her forehead. You're sat beside one another on a bench, taking a small reprieve after a day spent out and about Vasari Passage. "Hm, I'm surprised you don't have a fever. You've been acting strange all day," you say, tilting your head. "You would tell me if something was wrong, wouldn't you?"

The genuine worry in your voice makes Navia's heart flutter. "No, no, nothing at all!" She exclaims with more confidence than she feels. She seems to be doing that a lot lately. "But... thank you, for worrying about me. You shouldn't have to."

You frown. "I care for you—perhaps more than you understand, Navia. You don't have to speak about it now, but if something is troubling you, I will always lend you an ear."

Sometimes, Navia finds you truly are too understanding of her emotions. Instead of responding, she nods wordlessly, lest the things she wants to say so desperately clog her throat, and reaches to rest her hand against yours. You don't pull away, and the loud hammering of Navia's heart continues in her chest. It does not stop for a long while.

[ringdabel]

How I think the DK crew would use Twitter/X!! (PARTE 1)

The DK crew is the strawhats! These are just some random hcs I have while staying up pass my bedtime!

LUFFY

The type of guy to post the most random things known to man kind, whenever he thinks of something or do something, he’ll post just for funsies

Might forgot he had a Twitter/X account until someone talked abt it or remind him of it

His username would be something with food, being the future pirate king and his name! Like maybe @THEKINGOFTHEPIRATES

His pfp is a badly taken photo of himself or his bounty and the header is either food or his crew

Thinks KYS means Keep Yourself Safe (DO NOT LET HIM POST ANYTHING)

He follows every single person on his crew along with his friends and siblings!

His Twitter/X feat is full of food, anything related to pirates and bugs

Occasionally posts photos of himself with the crew, Sanji’s food, BUGS!!! All of them are blurry, badly taken and potentially meme material 😭

Did an ASMR video of him abt to chew on Nami’s precious shoes (he is dead)

Sometimes posts photos of his beautifully drawn pictures of crayons on papers (he did his best, I’m so proud of him)

Captions on his posts are like this :

“ZORO LOOKED SO STUPID WHILE SLEEPING AFTER I DREW A PP ON HIS FACE 🤣🤣🤣🤣”

Typos a lot, he relies on autocorrect ☠️

In an argument he would definitely use “L + RATIO + STUPID + YOUR RONG”

Says yes to emojis! He would use 🤣😂😁😆😭😡😜☹️😭😱 to express his emotions

But I also think he would use Emoticons too. especially “XD”, he’s kind of the both kind of guy

Always comments on his crews posts! Often to Sanji, “SANJI IM HUNGRYYYY!!!!”

Whenever he types something on his phone or received a comment or text, he’d always read it out loud.

Retweets whatever he thinks is cool (he doesn’t even know what retweeting IS but he thinks it’s pretty cool so he did it anyway)

Follows back anyone that follows him (a habit)

Most likely to get scammed by a bot 😭

ZORO

Barely uses it tbh, he doesn’t feel the need to post or use it (Too busy napping and training)

If he does posts then it’s usually smth relating to swords (or he’s lost again and trying to get some help-)

Kinda like Luffy sometimes, he’ll post something random about what he’s thinking or what he’s doing for no reason

Often comments and roasts Sanji’s posts. whatever the French cook posts, he will find a way to argue with him ☠️

Follows his captain and the crew and his goth fam

His feat is full of swords, men training, men sweating, maybe booze and even goth related fashion (after 2 years, the goth fam infected his fashion style)

Has some troubles understanding some gen Z slangs and memes

Sniper king🪃 @GodUssop

Omg you slay queen, go girl, you slayed frfr!!!

💬 🔁 💟

Roronoa Zoro @User737828dhhwsuw272

What the hell are you talking about

💬 🔁 💟

NEVER uses emojis or emoticons, he thinks it’s unnecessary (he’s too cool for that it seems)

Doesn’t rlly know how to use the app like at all, someone help this moss head

Like I mentioned up there, he didn’t even change his user or anything, maybe he’ll change it in the future but meh not now

His pfp is probably just a photo of himself that is taken by anyone in the crew (probably Ussop) or the default one

Doesn’t usually retweet, like or anything, he’s kinda just there to see and scroll or just comment something (He would like Chopper’s posts tho, brother behavior and Luffy as well ofc).

NAMI

Uses it pretty often but not as much as instagram

Posts selfies of herself, her with the girls, desserts that Sanji made for her, her in outfits, make up stuff, just alot of photos of herself (Ussop is usually the one taking photos for her!)

Her feat is MONEY, pretty clothes, pretty girls, heels, make up stuff, skin care tips, motivational quotes

Follows the crew , Vivi 💙,some celebrities and fashion designers

Often likes posts from Vivi and Robin

She definitely has a LOT of followers full of mostly men (you already know the reason)

Never rlly follows back unless she knows the person irl (unlike a certain monkey man) and blocks quite a lot of users

Scammed? Nah, SHES the scammer

Loves gossiping with Ussop and Robin about some recent Twitter/X drama

Every posts of hers are full of hashtags and most of them have ✨ in it :

“Shopping w/ The Girls! 🛍💄💖✨ Ft. @NicoRobin @NefertariVivi #girlsnight”

And then add a bunch of hashtags that relates to girls shopping and besties (I’m too lazy to type all of them out 💔)

Shares some of her opinions online

If she ever gets into an argument or a debate, she would win with how strong and girl bossy she is 🔥🔥🔥

Her user would be smth like “CatburglarNami”

SANJI

uses it only for “Stuff”

Occasionally posts pics of his cooked meals!!! Would also add the recipes and tutorial below

The first to follow Nami and like, retweet and comment on all of her posts (the same thing goes to Robin as well 🙏)

His feat is full of photos of women, Nami and Robin’s selfies or photos, cooking, food, beautiful scenery, (secretly) photos of men, daily reminders, romantic quotes

Follows ALL THE WOMEN HE FINDS ON HIS FEAT.

Oh and some guys as well

Has urges to block a certain idiot moss headed swordsman

Would use the romantic text font when writing captions (and to women as well)

Retweets and quotes all the posts of women with hearts, praises, cringy stuff like that (Zoro usually roasts him in the replies)

Has to deal with Luffy’s constant “SANJIII FOOODDDD” on every single posts

Blocks the germa family (Except for Reiju), men

Would definitely get a virus by a bot that’s sent him “Stuff” (baited and caught right away, caught lacking, SIMPING)

Sometimes posts something abt his daily lives and photos of beautiful sceneries

His user is probably “Mrprince”.

[mylovelyhyunjin]

StrayKids x ViVi "Create the New World"✨The new generation 🔥

HYUNEBINNIE

💬 : what do you respect about each other's personalities and talents?

🥟 : i think changbin hyung is 'skz team's voice'. thanks to his rap, the quality of our song is higher and the performance is really cool too. he's called dwaekki off stage but on stage he's "changbin-ssi"

he’s mr.changbin

🐖🐇 : yes thats true. I think hyunjin is the group’s signboard. He’s expressing the concept perfectly and is the member who makes the group more powerful. he’s responsible so when he does something he do it well. despite his age he’s trustworthy and reliable

▫️

💬 : aspect you think is "cute" about each other?

🥟 : changbinie hyung is always, always! cute

🐖🐇 : (expression pretends to not like it)

🥟 : there's times when i feel jokingly annoyed bc he sticks to me quickly but he's the master of aegyo

🐖🐇 : i know. hyunjin is always cute too

▫️

💬 : when do you feel each other's friendship?" (vivi magazine)

🐖🐇 : i feel our friendship every time i think of hyunjin. there are times where we joke around or quarrel in front of others, but he's like family to me and i can't imagine life without hyunjin.

🥟 : he's a hyung i rely on. even if there's a difficult situation, even if you don't say it he's a hyung you can rely on - he's like a mom (laughs).

🐖🐇 : but i think it’s better for both of us if we don’t play with each other for now (laughs) i’m the type to do things when i thought of it but hyunjin tends to move with proper plan

🥟 : there are friendships with different taste and hobbies!

▫️

💬 : during japanese concert is there anything you talked about or episodes with the other members?

🥟 : we talked about improvising the live performance with the band for the muddy water performance which hyung and i are in

🐖🐇 : that’s right we talked a lot including directing. also hyunjin’s charms when performing is crazy. bcuz he’s really enjoy singing it’s crazy which pulls the people watching his expression is a masterpiece

🥟 : changbin’s hyung live is really really perfect (in japanese)

🐖🐇 : oh~ changbin is so awesome (in japanese)

[©lunaloveskz, ©Seungdduk, ©ctrlhwng]

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[vivinens]

attention, please !

character(s): childe.

summary: he's a famous musician, and you're just his tired doctor being dragged along for the ride.

modern au. female reader. thank you all so much for the love on my previous post, i wasn't expecting my first one to do so well...! i hope you enjoy this longer one shot <3

You have got to be seeing a mirage, hallucinating, or both. There is no other explanation for why you can clearly see worldwide pop-rock sensation Childe hanging around inspecting heads of cabbage at your local supermarket.

You almost walk into a column when you see him, your shoes squeaking obnoxiously loud against polished concrete. You're sure your stance is reminiscent of those who come face to face with a tsunami or some similarly awful natural disaster.

You see Childe right in front of you, and you're dressed in yesterdays sweatpants with remnants of runny teary mascara on your cheeks. You can't go up and ask for his autograph. Your pride hardly let you go out in public after a week of sulking over your latest breakup, and now it's challenged by this? You must be being tested by some higher power.

He's still looking at the cabbages. How different could they be from each other? It's been multiple minutes. God, his hair looks even more perfectly disheveled in person. You suppress the urge to fall to the ground and pray for mercy.

He finally picks out one. You breathe in deeply, resolutely, and turn away. How didn't he notice you? He must be used to eyes on him at all times. You begin trying some breathing exercises as you guide your cart full of comfort food to the self checkout. You start trying to convince yourself, maybe it wasn't even him, it was probably just a trick of the light. Even though that was definitely him—he even has that burn scar on his forearm he talked about on some late night talk show a few years back.

"My little sister is not to be trusted in the kitchen," he laughed as the camera zoomed in on his arm, and the crowd laughed alongside him. You distinctly remember crying over the sight of his bare wrist like some fragile victorian-era duke.

...Whatever, so maybe it is him. So what? Who cares? Certainly not you! You're an adult woman with bills to pay, not a little girl that has posters with fraying edges on her wall.

You finish checking out your groceries, internally screeching all the while. It's only when you're back in your car, safe and sound and alone, that you allow yourself to scream loud enough to alert passerby.

You comfort yourself by saying it was over now. You never had to see his beautiful face again—everything was totally and completely under control.

"Hello," one of the nurse's assistants, Sucrose, knocks on your already opened door politely. "Sorry to bother, but your patient is ready for you now."

You look up at her over your cup of disgustingly unflavored coffee—you had felt like you needed it after your hellish rounds this morning. You're sure you look as dead as you feel, because Sucrose shies away from your stare. God, you hope you remember to apologize to the poor girl later.

"Patient? I'm not due for another appointment until ten, with Mrs. Peterson?" Your voice comes out slow, tired.

Her face falls, "No one told you? This patient needs to see a specialist as soon as possible, you should have been notified this morning..."

Knowing your luck and the morning you've had, it was probably your fault you messed up the schedule. You thank Sucrose for letting you know, and ask her to guide you to the exam room the patient is waiting in.

She briefs you as much as she can on the patient and his situation. Apparently, he was having problems with a strained voice and his agent forced him into seeing a specialist. As you flip through his files, you silently think to yourself that it's likely nothing too serious or rare. He's a young man who doesn't smoke with a relatively normal medical history, and if anything this was just a case of a vocal cord lesion or something similarly benign.

You enter the examination room, your eyes still on the blood work he had done, and spout a script about your name and routine checkups. It's a wonder how you hadn't noticed it at that point, looking back on it.

"...aren't you a little young to be a doctor?" The patient suddenly says, voice so hoarse you almost don't recognize it. Keyword almost. It takes everything in you to not let your jaw drop in shock.

No, no, you would not let this get you. You were a doctor, damn it. A professional. You worked your ass off for eight years to get where you are now, and you would not let that wash away like sidewalk chalk when it rains—even if Childe is your patient.

Deep breaths. Just breathe. Think of this like its a test.

"I'm twenty-six, but really, I don't see how my age has anything to do with your vocal chords," you smile brightly, your act perfectly in place. This was fine, you can work with this. "Did you have anyone who could speak in your place? I'd rather you not strain your voice any more than you have to."

Instead of answering, he lets out a low whistle, which is actually quite amazing considering how fried his vocal chords sound. "Twenty-six? And you're the Laryngologist my agent recommended?" He flashes a smirk. Practiced, totally fake, but it still sends your heart dropping down to your feet. "Impressive."

Your eye twitches. Why is he trying to draw out conversation like this? What is his goal? Because right about now, all he's succeeding in doing is slowly killing you.

"Thank you, Ajax—" his name, oh god you just said his name, "—but about someone to speak for you...?"

"My agent is busy trying to fix things for my upcoming tour," he sighs loudly, scratching the back of his head as he does. "And my parents are in Europe for their anniversary..." he looks up at you sheepishly. "I'd rather not worry my mother with this, you see."

You nod along. You already know he has a chronic case of Mama's boy, after being a fan of his for over a decade you've seen plenty of clips of him talking about his mother and all she does for him.

"I see. Well then, I'll handle the talking from now on, alright? Let's get started on a routine checkup." You say, placing your clipboard on the available counter. You're surprised the damn thing didn't break in two with how hard you were gripping it.

You perform the checkup with minimal issues, thankfully. A wave of guilt washed over you right before you began, and it practically scared you into being as impartial as possible. Childe—Ajax... he should have a doctor who wouldn't have shaky hands when pressing against his back for a heartbeat check.

He deserves a good doctor, and damn it all if you're not going to be the absolute best you can be. After about ten minutes of routine checkups, you're no closer to getting your diagnosis. You sigh before reluctantly telling Ajax the news.

"You'll need to come in tomorrow for a laryngoscopy," you say, fully absorbed in your observations as you think over what exactly you should be saying. "I'll be able to say something more definitive then. Make sure you prepare for the procedure—and get someone here with you, alright? You won't be able to drive yourself home afterwards."

He hums in reply, quiet and so unlike the Childe you've seen over the years. He looks... not worried, per say, just tired. A lot like you, actually. You're sure he's been stressed, a planned nationwide tour cannot be easy to organize. And this vocal injury must have only added to the stress, you feel your heart ache, and in a moment of pure determination, you open your mouth to speak again.

"I'm sure it's only a lesion," your voice is softer than it has been, a pitiful attempt at reassurance. "If you're diligent about rest, you should be able to have your treatment and recovery finished in just under a month."

He softens just a bit at that, sighing quietly as he collects himself to leave. Its a few short minutes of quiet as you read over everything you had recorded during the exam, when you hear him walk over to you. You're expecting him to shake your hand, or ask for a pen, or like, do anything other than what he does next.

He leans down, which is quite far considering you're still sitting, and his lips are right beside your ear when he whispers;

"Thank you."

He leans back up, smiles down at you, and walks out of the exam room; any previous trace of doubt or tiredness completely wiped from his person. You wish you could say the same for yourself, because you sat there for the next twenty minutes, contemplating the meaning of life.

Your choice of career was clearly a mistake.

[vivinens]

info !

about me—

✧ 19 yrs old, uni student

✧ ar 57 childe main, tl 53 kafka main. currently saving for wriothesley, furina, and fu xuan

✧ faves are childe, ei, layla, hu tao, kafka, alhaitham

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