#I couldn't think of anything funny T_T

[khaoscontrol]

Het has maria ever met sonic and the others. What are there reactions to her?

They haven't really had the chance to meet properly.

[just-some-random-blogger]

hello!! would it be possible to request a daemon/reader inspired by ‘wildest dreams’? like they’re in a secret relationship or something,, the lyrics just really fit with him i think🤭 thank you<3

Red Lips

Daemon Targaryen x Reader

Summary: The prince had a taste for things he couldn't have. Whoever knew he'd see the day he'd have to work for something to get it.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: Fem!reader, i made up yn's house, enemies to lovers lol jk emenies to enemies, angst?, daemon annoying af, pining, typos, etc.

A/N: i put the second part of your ask below the gif cos i wanna see his goofy face when i get notes T_T and nah you're so right i love this song as a prompt. i think slay. i wanted to write while listening to wildest dreams (taylor's version) but i was jamming too hard T_T also nonnie, i tweaked your req like a lot T_T cos i was focusing on the music to much and the music told me make it angsty just a lil bit ig idk if its angst at all tbh. if anything its taylor's fault ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ i hope you like it <3 Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda @targaryenmoony

"Hello, bitch," he mutters, smiling, as his fingers trace the rim of his cup. I release a sigh at the unfortunately familiar sound. Suddenly, the open air was ruined by the foul scent of dragon.

I turn over my shoulder, raising my brows, "funny of you to address yourself, ser."

"Prince," he snips in correction, leaning in against my hair.

I side eye him, "no actually, I take that back. I'm horrified," I look out to the field where lord what's-his-face, was standing, telling a story about himself on his nameday; it didn't make his story any more worth listening to though. Surely the people were only listening out of pity.

"You should have the maesters check your sanity."

I turn to the wretched muggins, who downed his drink and chucked the cup over his shoulder. I away not wanting to burn my eyes more over the sight of his repulsive topaz tunic and stupidly long hair, "what was it they said about your kind?"

He scoffs a dry chuckle, "my kind?"

"Flip a coin and you'll determine if they're mad or not.

He chuckles louder.

I wave him off, grimacing at the sound of his laughter mixed with celebrant's, "you should go and do that. I'm sure your brother broke the backs of enough serfs to get a coin for youself"

He mumbles something in High Valyrian but then he cuts himself off when lord what's-his-face, who thought standing on his chair was a good idea in all his drunkenness, falls over on his back, making everyone gasp and circle around him.

I eye the felled man in annoyance, lips curled in disgust as the oaf beside me cheers, clapping his hand, "now that's festive!" He turns to me, "I'm sure you'd know nothing about merrymaking whatsoever with how high that stick up your arse is."

I offer him a pulled smile, bowing mockingly, "Prince Daemon."

The twat does not get the hint and follows after me when I walk away. He places his hands behind his back, "what's say we steal the bloke's mounts and ride off to the city?"

I roll my eyes at him, "good luck with that. I wholly express my wishes for you to fall just like him and break your spine along the way."

"Hmm," he says, grabbing a drink from a random person, who was about to protest but then bit his tongue upon seeing the thief. Daemon downs the liquid and throws the cup away haphazardly, "sounds like something you want."

I turn to him like face twisted with incredulous annoyance, "I would want nothing more."

"For yourself," he leans in, grabbing my arm, making me growl at him, "I can break your back if you want it so bad."

I pull away from him, grunting and groaning as I did, "qogralbar hen, doru-borto."

Also know as fuck off, stupid, in his very own mother tongue.

Daemon laughs as I walk away, gathering my skirts tightly in anger. He follows still, like the irritating fly that he is, "I'm honored to have gotten you to learn my language, gevie riña."

The sound of his boots crunching against the rocks riled me up twice as much when I could hear him fucking breathing behind me. I shoot him a glare, shoving him away from me, which he evades, "stop following me, Daemon!"

"I'm not following you," he lies, pursing his lips plainly, brows raising.

I stop in my tracks, "fine then! where are you going?"

"Wherever you're going."

I rip out a sharp, exasperated huff through my cheeks, wiping my face in annoyance, "I'm not in the mood for your games today."

"Tonight then."

"Pah! You've clearly need help," I scoff, storming away, far enough to reach the lake nearby. I am fooled that I am alone because of how he silently trials behind me in his momentary silence.

I stop in my tracks when the fucker kicks water towards my dress.

"You're the only one that can help me."

"WITH WHAT?" I snap, digging my heals into the ground as I turn to him. Daemon stills, hair blowing back with the wind as mine flies onto my face, "what makes you think I would ever help you, cretin?"

"You owe me," he mutters, walking forward, "you cannot think to kiss me and pretend like nothing happened."

"Why would I owe you?! I did not kiss you, your grace," I shake my head, "you kissed me!"

Daemon's lips quirk as he counters, "you were the one that was drunk, not I."

"Then leave it at that!" I shriek, "you'd get away with so much more if you used that excuse!"

"I will not excuse a lowly troll such as you for committing treason."

"Treason?!" I scoff sharply. I turn away from him, crossing my arms, "you are, by far, the most dramatic-"

"YOU MAKE ME ILL!" he barks, grabbing my shoulders. I jolt at his actions. He seethes, "YOURE FUCKING KILLING ME!"

In all his life, through our family's feuds, and our childhood hatred, he never once touched me, thus my perturbed reaction. My breathing becomes strained, my heartbeat was racketing in my ribcage.

"I am slipping into madness-" he continues, "-because I cannot get you out of my mind!"

If my pulse was not quick enough before he said that, it was surely quick now.

I take in the sour expression on his face, lifting my eyes up to his stupid eyes, stupid nose, stupid jaw, stupid- ugh! How did anyone ever think that he was handsome? There was nothing at all pleasant about this- this- this fiend! This- this ninnyhammer! This-

Daemon crushed his lips against mine.

Time stopped, as so did my breathing.

He was warm, as were his palms that found my cheeks.

And he smelled good, gods, he smelled so, so goo-

I shove him away. I heave arudously.

What the fuck am I saying?

Daemon was heaving too.

My mind is spinning. I cannot believe I allowed myself to think what I did.

"I cannot get that night out of my mind," he breathes heavily, "I must," he points, "have you," he noted, "I will die if I do not."

I gulp the bile rising up my throat. My lips curl in disgust. I wipe my lips with my wrist, "then perish."

[backgroundcharacterno15]

Do you have any hcs about what kind of music the Qs like? :>

I'm so sorry this took so long to get round to I kinda fell asleep midway through writing this and it didn't save ._.'

Urie definitely seems like he would listen to The Goo Goo Dolls and The Cranberries. He has more old school taste but not bc he's a music snob or anything. They were just songs his dad often put on whilst he was home and he likes to listen to it to calm himself or whenever he feels just too distant from him. He does branch out his taste quite a bit but he is one of those people who will listen to a song on repeat until he hates it whenever he stumbles on a good song. Bands like the ones I listed at the beginning are the type he considers safe bands that he can listen to endlessly without getting sick of them.

Truth be told, most of the time, he isn't even listening to music. He just puts them on in the hopes that no one will talk to him (which rarely works bc everyone wants to start small talk with "what are you listening to" for some reason). They're also quite good for noise cancellation whenever things get too loud for him.

Mutsuki doesn't listen to music often enough to really have a consistent taste but gets put onto a lot of music by Urie when they start dating (I'm sorry I couldn't not make it mutsurie T_T). He's surprised to see how much he likes a lot of goth music like depeche mode and the cure. On the flip side of things he's also into quite cheery music like Queen and ABBA occasionally. His music taste really does flip a lot depending on the day and he spends quite a lot of time organising his playlists and giving them funny (concerning) little names "who needs water at night when we have tears", "the little toxic masculinity dosage", "wow what would ya know I'm actually fine today". Spotify's algorithm has itself in a chokehold bc of him.

Saiko would quite obviously listens to quite a lot of game soundtracks (nerdy streamer overload especially) but is actually quite picky with them. The more stressed out a game makes her, the less likely she is to listen to its soundtrack bc they always give her the same on edge feeling. She also has a very long playlist of fnaf and anime parody songs she now deems cringe but can't seem to delete. It was a much simpler time for her. Whilst she may cringe really hard whilst listening to them, it still means a lot that some things can still stay the same. She's also a big kpop fan. Stray Kids is her absolute fav and there's just a giant poster of them on the wall when you walk in. It's the real reason no one bothered getting her involved at the start of the quinx squad.

Shirazu has an even more inconsistent music taste than Mutsuki. Except he doesn't even organise the playlists. He'll go from listening to ACDC to Duran Duran to Nirvana to Loona all in the same hour. About 70% of his taste is grunge/punk but the rest is god knows what. He sees a song he likes and slaps ot on the playlist. He also gets bullied to all hell and back by the others bc he unironically uses youtube music over spotify and will die on this hill. You'd think Urie was the most secretive with his music taste but it's actually him. For some strange reason one of his absolute worst fears is someone finding out that he doesn't only listen to hard grunge/ punk and being touted as a poser.

Haise (ik he technically doesn't count but cmon that's my boy) probably listens to music the least out of everyone in the chateau. At one point, whenever most people were downstairs, he start playing some music out loud so that the Qs could play some of their own music. It was initially an incentive to get Urie to take his headphones off and listen with the squad but he quickly started developing his own taste from everyone else's and just used it a bonding activity. If he is listening to music by himself, he plays it out loud when he's alone. He doesn't like headphones bc they give him a headache and he doesn't like not being able to hear what's happening around him. His absolute die hard favourite is easily ABBA and you can usually hear their music coming from the kitchen when he's cooking.

Tysm for the ask!!! I've been up to my nose in stuff so this was a fun stress relief!!! Hope you have a great day <3

[throwaway-yandere]

Dearest Penpal,

How are you enjoying the festivities? I myself couldn't attend due to personal matters I have to resolve in my home nation. I terribly miss the scent of inazuman blossoms and their cuisine.

I wish I had more interesting things to say, I hope you don't find this letter a little lackluster than the previous one as I've already told you almost my entire life! How funny.

Liyue is peaceful yet bustling with activity as always. I find myself daydreaming about quitting my job and traveling like I hear a lot of travelers do. Perhaps I'll entertain the thought more if the heavens decide I'm worthy of a vision.

Looking forward to your response,

from Starlight.

a/n: sorry life is a mess, i hilariously got sick (still am, my head hURTS) and everything is a mess. from school, to genshin pulls (calamity!mika.), to my pentab not working, to idek anymore lololol anyways, incredibly sorry for the delay in letters! none of you deserve to be left hanging like that T_T. i'll just blame thoma in the lore-

From this yandere genshin secret pen pal event

✥ YOU GOT A LETTER FROM YOUR SECRET PEN PAL!!!

"Are y-you sure you didn't make this letter up?" Beidou asked, clutching the paper you handed out to her. The normally confident captain looked pale as her eyes trailed to read the passages repeatedly. You can only nod in sheer reluctance and stand like a good child waiting for a scolding.

"Yes, which is why I wanted to meet the Inazuman man you have boarding your ship..."

Beidou waved the letter in the air.

"KAZUHA! YOU MIGHT WANNA READ THIS, KID!!!"

Kazuha leaped down, landing with his anemo vision as support. Familiar maple leaves surrounded his fall— leaves you had seen attached to Widower Momiji's letters. You strike him as the man you were looking for, and knowing how Widower Momiji did not lack friends from well-raised circles, this "Kazuha" must be a fine gentleman as well.

"What's wrong, Beidou?"

She shoved the letter against his chest.

"Does this handwriting look familiar to you?"

Kazuha didn't even see the letter before he jolted and stilled.

"There's a familiar scent mixed in these pen strokes, a scent that should no longer exist..."

The man whom you assumed to be a wandering samurai unfolded the parchment, vaguely skimming through the contents. Despite how almost slapdash he read the letter, he craved the tenderness of your pen pal's handwriting. Some loops he traces with his thumb, while some he was too afraid to smudge. 

"It's been years since I last exchanged epistles with him," Kazuha spoke with no rancor or jealousy whatsoever. "

You could only blink. It appears you'd be dealing with constant flowery honesty should you also befriend him, but you don't seem to mind it. 

"So, do you think it's him?"

"There is no doubt about it," Kazuha answered his captain. "But that doesn't mean his way of communication isn't limited. If anything, this might just be Lady Guuji's way of rewarding him for his past heroics."

You grabbed the letter the samurai reluctantly returned, "huh? Forgive me for asking, but is my secret pen pal some sort of criminal or a government official? Because based on how you talk about him, he comes off as someone significant."

Beidou smiled awkwardly.

"The truth is, your pen pal is dea—"

"Is an honest man," Kazuha butted in. "Don't worry, I can vouch for him. He's the most resilient and bravest man I've met and I'm lucky to have had the privilege to call him my friend."

"Then why do I feel like you're hiding a crucial detail from me?"

Kazuha chuckled.

"Because he's your secret pen pal, and based on his current situation, he must be incredibly lonely and you're the only one he can talk to."

... A fair point. It wouldn't be right if you knew his identity while he doesn't have a sliver of an idea who you are in return.

"Don't worry about it, kid. Say, why don't ya share a drink with us? My treat, of course," Beidou proudly bumped her fist against her chest. "Oh, and by the way, this kid here is Kazuha. Kazuha, this is (Y/n)."

"Nice to meet you."

"You as well."

"Now that we've had our introductions, would I be able to partake in some sake, captain?" Kazuha teased, but his tone doesn't quite match his somber expression.

Beidou sighed.

"Just this once, I'll forget about your height and let you drink. You deserve it after reading that letter."

"Thank you, Beidou."

Kazuha turned to look at you, a gentle smile resting on his face.

"And Mx. (Y/n)? When you write a letter back, tell him that Kaedehara Kazuha received his greetings."

[kuruk]

I love stimulants I feel like if I were to think a thought, I could literally have the energy to even think that thought clearly in my mind with structured language and everything.. like instead of it being a web graph with a bunch of random words circled in it and maybe a picture drawn next to the graph. my thoughts are so disorganized usually that I give up on even trying to articulate the vague fuzzy half thoughts in my head it feels like 90 percent of my thoughts aren't even able to surface anymore because the very structure of it has fallen apart like I don't know how to describe this even sorry...

I feel like I'm forgetting how to think in english sometimes because of how the structure itself is hard to create and visualize now. like the base and foundation is so weak when I try to think and talk about things and I can never explain anything because I'll forget what I just said and I'll forget where my thoughts are as if it's supposed to be somewhere tangible like I lost them and got them tangled like wire. I keep forgetting what I say as soon as I say it T_T this type of brain fog feels so bad I feel like I'm never really even awake.. my sister showed me a funny picture recently and then 20 minutes later I brought it up to laugh about it and claimed that I was the one who showed her it and even after she explained I just couldn't recall much of anything that just happened or actually correct it in my mind -_- idk I feel like my sense of language is falling apart or something it feels like I'm thinking the way an animal with no knowledge of language thinks, like vague pictures and ideas graphed on a big sheet of paper with arrows pointing everywhere and connecting those ideas together with a sense of direction and physical but unstable placement in my mind instead of written out in sentences. so they're not grounded they disappear and fall apart so easily just one part of the puzzle suddenly goes missing and then I can't remember where to even start again. I have to like put a puzzle together every time I wanna word my thoughts because they come in so mixed up and disassembled and I have to do so much work to assemble it. and ik everyone has a million vague thoughts aside from their inner monologue of course but I struggle to even form real concrete thoughts normally at all usually now augh

[spaceyflowerswriting]

Could you write a scenario about DG having a secret romantic relationship with a trainee from his agency? They have been dating for a long time and when the trainee has debuted as an idol, they decided to tell about their relationship

let's do it (james lee x reader)

details: fluffy drabble, gender neutral reader written in 2nd pov, general canon au

summary: after secretly dating james as an trainee, the two of you decide to tell the world of your relationship when you debut as an idol.

a/n: thanks for the request <3 sorry if my writings are short; while i've been trying to get myself to write more again, i want to start out slowly with smaller pieces T_T

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Despite it being your idea, you looked much more anxious than James was. He couldn't blame you though, you were the one who had recently debuted after all; he was the idol who had been famous for quite a while already. As soon as the relationship between you two became public, you would definitely take more of the bullshit "criticisms" fans had, and who knows what would happen to your career before it even began.

Even if your popularity never grew as big as you wanted it to, James hoped you would at least be content to have normal fans who supported you, your music, and your relationship with him.

"Darling," he called out, gently taking your shaky hand into his.

"Yes?"

James frowned seeing nervousness evident in your eyes. "We don't have to do this, you know. I wouldn't mind if we kept quiet."

You shook your head. "I know, and I kind of feel the same but... I think it's better for the world to hear it from us than from scandalous new articles, you know?"

He couldn't help but chuckle at that. "That, I would definitely agree with." He brought your hand up to kiss your knuckles, smiling into it. "I'm ready whenever you are then."

"Okay." You smiled brightly at him before closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. You stayed that way for a while, and James decided to do the same for a moment. He knew what you both were getting into, but it wouldn't hurt to still wish this situation would pass quickly.

He reopened his eyes as you lightly tugged his hand. "Ready?"

"Yes." You paused, anticipation building in the two of you, only to be broken when you let out an amused huff. "I can't believe I'm telling the world I'm dating the CEO of a company and world famous idol James Lee through Twitter." You began to laugh a little more, turning to him. "Feels like something out of a cheesy Wattpad fic, doesn't it?"

James just laughed. "Well, it's your happy reality, so announce it to the world."

You smiled, still looking nervous, but more comfortable at least. And that was all James could want.

The two of you turned to your phones, but before either of you could press anything, James asked slyly, "You know what would be funny?"

"Hm?" You gave him a curious look.

A grin spread on his lips. "If we tweeted our official statements and then turned on 'do not disturb' for the rest of the day. We could just spend the rest of our day at my house worry free and face hell tomorrow."

You reacted with a dropped jaw first but then laughter followed after. "Don't you think that's a bit irresponsible or something?"

"Don't care," shrugged James, "I'm the CEO of my own company, you're my partner, and you share my privledges."

"You..." You trailed off, laughing more as you shook your head. "Forget it. We'll do things your childish way, then."

A warm feeling of love spread throughout James. "Great, press that button then."

Immediately after you both sent your tweets out into the world, James flipped his phone and reached over to flip yours as well. You could barely get a word out as quickly pushed himself out of his chair and sweeped you up bridal style.

"James--!"

"To bed we go!" he exclaimed, politely ignoring your playful protests.

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"idk who to be jealous of tbh."

"THAT BITCH!!!! DG IS MINE HE'S SUPPOSED TO BE MY BOYFRIEND 💔💔💔"

"noooo dg :( i cant support you anymore.... :(("

"I'm jealous of DG actually. The new idol is so cute, and they're taken already?! Shame."

"y'all really thought y'all had a chance to be with either of them....? literal idols...?"

[embyrinitalics]

I lost another chicken on Monday ☹️

She'd been acting a LITTLE funny for a couple days, like not roosting at night or acting a little antisocial in the yard, but I didn't see those as big warning signs and I feel super guilty about it, because her death was excruciatingly painful and horrific and I feel like it was my responsibility to look out for her health and I really let her down.

I need to just let it out and this might get graphic so feel free to skip

So on Monday night I notice she isn't roosting and is laying on the floor in a weird spot so I pick her up and set her on her feet hoping she'll take the hint and hop up herself, and instead she just flopped over unable to stand. So I call my husband over since something is obviously wrong. And when I pick her up to examine her she has vent prolapse and flystrike.

If you don't know what that is I encourage you to not google it. Chickens have a complicated digestive and reproductive system and a lot of things could go wrong. And they did. And then they got much worse.

We tried helping her at home for a couple hours but the flystrike was behind the prolapse so it was definitely beyond our ability to solve. The nearest emergency vet that would see chickens and was open at 11pm on July 4th was an hour away. So we put her in a crate and drove out there.

Meanwhile I am having a full on panic attack for the whole two hours and the drive. It was so disgusting and she was in so much pain. I did not keep my cool. I was dizzy and nauseous and my heart was racing and I felt like I was going to pass out. And I felt bad about that too, like she needed me and I couldn't pull myself together. (Meanwhile my amazing hubby is in there trying to clean up something I literally can't even bear to look at it's so awful and just thinking about it makes me want to cry auuugwwaahhh T_T)

Anyway we get to the vet, they take her down, and we stay in the car so they can call us with a prognosis. The call came pretty quick, the vet said she was in excruciating pain (they gave her drugs before they called us) and likely going septic, and strongly recommended euthanasia. They asked if we wanted to see her one more time. I was ready to pass but my husband wanted to say goodbye and asked for a couple feathers before she was cremated.

She was soooo drugged lol, I've never seen a drugged chicken before so that was kind of funny. She was high as a kite. So we said goodbye, they took her down, and came back up a little later with a couple clipped feathers for us to keep.

My panic attack immediately stopped once we got the word to euthanize. Like once it was over and we shed a few tears I was fine. But it was exhausting and I still feel guilty (for the flystrike to be that bad the prolapse had to have been happening for a few days at least and I didn't notice, AND I usually clean the coop at least once a week but it had been two weeks and was pretty dirty, which made the likelihood of flystrike jump significantly).

Anyway, I know she isn't suffering anymore and we did try to help (I mean they told us over the phone the vet trip fee was $215 dollars before they even did anything, and my husband didn't even blink, because he is fantastic), but. Still. I wish she had just been eaten by a fox or something instead. She would've suffered less.

And then I haven't been able to recover from the sleep deprivation, I've been up at 5:30 every day for no reason and am just so so tired. And my appetite has been bad so I haven't really eaten much at all.

And then this morning my dog caught one of the baby bunnies in our yard asflkfjfkfkfjjjjj T_T (I caught him by the scruff and he dropped it and it hopped away so it's probably fine BUT I'M EMOTIONALLY FRAGILE RIGHT NOW OK)

All this to say that this is my first time even being on my computer all week and I haven't written a thing and don't even have the energy to feel bad about it LOL

She was a good girl 💙

[perexcri]

Chester!! I love him!!! And it’s funny that he’s so ornery since the dog who was Chester was apparently a bratty dog. Also the fact that the donkey doesn’t seem to like being called a donkey, maybe it was cursed into one lmaodjdjfiejd

I’m so happy that they’re finally on their way! I love that Will’s clients adore him so much that they’re willing to help him, and I Love that the guard and the physician (reminds me of Gaius a lil bit ejdjdjxj) were basically like, if u wanna overthrow the king maybe Please??

The whole gathering supplies part reminds me of playing the Oregon Trail, just that sort of calm puzzling out what you need vibe. Ejfjffj maybe I’m just weird tho lmao.

“I have nothing to offer them. I can’t give anything of myself if I’m empty, and this place has done nothing but hollow me out.” Oh man Mike is too too real. Ofc this sort of Does open up the opportunity if, after they’ve gone away and healed for like five ten however many years, they could Then return and rescue the kingdom from the King’s tyranny, but even if they don’t they’re so valid and real and that’s why there’s a million older brothers anyway

Also! “You’re forsaking your entire kingdom and its people because of love?”

“Can you think of a better reason?” Screaming crying passed out on the floor.

I want to staple this fic to the inside of my brain and have it on a replay loop forever😌

Me anytime I see that you’ve posted:

I hope you had a lovely day!!

HAHAHAH no Vee i'm accepting your headcanon that Chester was the dog from the show magically turned into a donkey. that is law as far as this fic is concerned now *slams gavel on desk*

everybody just loves our Will 🥺 (except the king ofc, but does he really count?). and the physician was absolutely serving Gaius vibes. i feel like if you've watched Merlin (like you, because you have taste), it's really easy to see where i'm drawing inspiration from it heheheh

the physician and guard both calmly being like "Mike would you please just overthrow the king for us 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 pretty please?" only for Mike to say "I Am Too Busy With My Boyfriend, And We Are Moving To A Timeshare On The New England Coast To Grow Old Together" asljlkjf cherryisgone was right: he really did become a cottagecore male wife ajkldsjalad

you are not weird!! i am probably the weird one for having never played Oregon Trail before 🙃 (does watching the starkid musical count lol). the closest thing i can think of from what i've dealt with before is stardew valley. have you ever played it?? tbh merlin was a big inspiration for this fic, but stardew lowkey was too 😩 (if you've played it, then some of the plants i mention probably sound. um. familiar. i couldn't think of any on my own so just used stardew valley seasonal plants to put in this story hjkkljkjl)

you are mighty perceptive Vee - a million glowing flowers to you 💐i lowkey put that in there on the off-chance i Someday want to write about them returning, but tbh, i'm liking the vibes of it right now. i just want them to get away and heal, so, you are also right: that's why Mike has all those older brothers. they can deal with this right lol

again: Mike saying "thoughts and prayers, citadel. i've got things to do and a boyfriend to kiss, but i hope you get better soon 😔🙏🏻" he finally has a chance to run away (smalltown boy i am looking at you) and he is going to take it for all it's worth

Vee i say this literally every time we talk on here but i am. so glad you like this story alkjfdsklajl like it means the world to me. seriously. just be warned because i will keep saying this in these little messages of ours (though there are only two chapters left, so!!)

I SCREAMED WHEN I SAW THE ICONIC ELMO PIC T_T time for me to retaliate

i hope your day was lovely as well, and i am wishing you an even lovlier day for today!! :] 💜💜💜

me anytime i see you've sent me an ask:

[skunkes]

do you have any pointers on making characters that you love and are proud of 🥺 i know it’s kind of a loaded question but i feel like i just Can’t make a whole being that i love and want to expand on! i’ve started on many ocs before but have inevitably abandoned them

This is a little hard to answer! I dont have many ocs, make one every 7 years, and I don't really have that feeling of Love and Pride for very many of em.

(i also end up abandoning em, see: how only Talon and Al seem to exist right now)

but anyway:

The process that I've found has helped me develop Talon (who I'm gonna use as example bc he's The recent oc and muse) and other ocs is...taking time to develop em as if they're Real Persons.

I joked earlier this year when I was starting to develop him, that he was Acclimating to my Brain, and that I was locking him in a room with my other ocs while I figured him out, but that actually also helped!

Im big on daydreaming so sticking talon in "a room" with other ocs kinda of helped build on all parties, as your brain gets to play with surface level interactions.

As for the real persons bit, I also mean this as Figurative language and not "I actually think my ocs are real people :)" but adjacent to the daydreaming, I let my ocs sort of tell me stuff about themselves as time progresses. Like, when I made Talon I didnt scramble to be able to fill one of those character sheets with facts about him on Day One. I couldn't tell you right now what his Biggest Phobia is or whatever. (But maybe some day he'll let me know!)

I feel like that ⬆️ would burn me out or make me feel restricted to whatever I came up with in such a short amount of time (which is also why I can't really Make ocs or focus on all of em at once) but it's like with real persons, you get used to and learn more about them and grow closer to em the more you spend time with them...!

Over time just picking a scenario and reimagining it has helped more facts and tidbits and quirks and such come to light, along with plucking things from media that inspires me, or funny tumblr posts that remind me of him (or get the gears turning in my brain), even really exaggerated joke posts make my brain eager to apply the non-joke elements to him, as well as interesting personality traits I notice in other, real people! Or traits from myself! Flaws (physical and nonphysical!) Insecurities! Things that make up real people you may love!

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I realize dis didn't really answer anything but again I don't really know T_T ive just made the one new involved oc this year, for the first time in many years. Ive been "developing" him since april and he's still not a "complete" character (+ maybe never will be) but i Do love and am proud of him. Thats another thing I think, it's Okay if you move on from your attempts. I've had ocs I was once focused on that haven't been seen or thought about in Years. Like who knows, Talon could be put back up on the brain shelf to collect dust in a few months. I think that's fine as long as you had fun with it! I hope you create something that Sticks, even for a little bit!

[fantomette22]

you’re so right in your art maria having gerhmans babies is the best ending to bloodborne how many would they have? probably gerhman wants many babies 😳😳😳😳

Thank you anon(s) ! (I don’t know it's the same person here??i guess?). Always happy to know people enjoy my ideas & drawings :) ! Especially that one.

Also I’m sorry but I might have understand a few of your sentences a bit weirdly too? so allow me to explain my position on the subject. (+I feel like you’re reducing her to just have kids ahah i don’t really like that. Not a fan of tropes where people just have many kids just to have kids too. But perhaps you didn’t express yourself well)

(So I have multiple differents interpretations of characters relationships at the same times and I like to imagined multiple stories too. In canon. I really don't think anything serious ever happened between them. An if there's indeed romantic feelings involve on one sides or both I don't think it went really far due to the mess in Yharnam and mental states of the characters after the Hamlet.)

While imagining stories, I asked myself many questions : what type of persons the characters were, what they looked like for some... and at some point what's their view of parenthood. Who could have kids if they desire and who couldn't (because pretty sure at least 1 human in the entire of bloodborne is infertile) who would have like and who didn't want to. (I have some thoughts about Annalise on the subject for ex)

We know Gascoigne had children but he's a last generation hunters. I don't feel like many old hunters would have children for ex. Because of the hunt & how uncertain the future was (+the mental disorders & illness the fishing hamlet cause...) it's not the best move to have kids if you get killed afterwards or if the children in question ended up killed...

Also the game not really about babies ? Ok birth/ rebirth (and death) are central themes and there’s Mergo, the orphan, the Vilebloods and all. It’s funny the humans want to become gods but the gods are envious of the humans because they can give birth… so yeah it’s ONE of the central themes with how far humans are willing to go… but i don’t see how that would link to some particular characters wanting lots of kids. ^^’

But well it's headcanons time now.

Concerning Gehrman, I feel like he didn't seriously consider having a family for a huge while because of his way of life but still have a soft spot about the idea to have a lil family of his own. And then consider that maybe he could build smt with Maria 🥲 If he's not an hunter anymore pretty sure he would make the perfect house malewife husband. But i also feel he's more like : "it's ok if we don't have children, we'll just have a dog then." type of guy. Not wanting to push things to fast and don’t really want too many too? Just want his family to be happy (I mean he’s not the one birthing them so he would like to discuss things first xD and he’s scared something goes wrong too.) will actually do a pretty good job at taking care of children i think.

Concerning Maria it's a bit more tricky...well when you look at the characters in the hunter's nightmare and everything you don't get the feeling she would like to actually have/give birth to a child. But it's a nightmare and I still consider the doll as being a lil part of her. She looks genuinely happy to take care a of lil great one in the 3rd ending 🥺 So I fell she might have wanted/like at some point take care of an infant if the conditions were optimum ? I even headcanon that maybe she took care of sick infant at the church/ research hall T_T I tend to makes lot of parallels with myself and Maria so i’m like hm she don’t want to ? Can she even? But maybe she wished at some point too? She don’t want to use blood as a weapon, a way to hurt and kill living being that’s why i think she feel closer to the church mindset about this « sacred medium » : she may think it should be use the blood to heal people, to give life…

SO anyway that drawing is an AU where basically the good hunter said it was "rewind time" and managed to gives a 2nd chance to everyone. (I won't develop too much here but basically the orphan of Kos lived, no RH like we know it and no hunter nightmare and Laurence didn't screw up that bad with the old blood) so they all don’t go mad and don’t develop mental disorders 👍

I love drama and tragedies i think they deserve happiness in the end 😔 (yes it’s my way to cope with the the sad things i imagined too)

As for numbers of children i’m not really the type of person to imagining lots of kids… i really don’t focus my stories on that (this one is an exception and it made me happy 🥺) and when i imagined oc or others stories with kids 3/4 of the time it’s a really conspicuous and responsible choice when they very long discussion about it (that work for this as well)

I know at the 19th century used to have generally lot of children (the grandparents of my grandparents were like 10…) but in Bloodborne & soulsborne games it feels like people who have kids have like 1 or 2. (Exception for Elden Ring with 3 siblings from the same parents! And even more with the half siblings yoooo!)

So basically i thought of 2 lil kids for now. (Perhaps 3 with an adopted one) but add one more if you count the dog xD

I have differents scenarios how things went (but haven’t have everything settle yet) but here they are in a lil house, next to the forest, and next to a village. A bit far from Yharnam (taking time for them but also still working for the church? But i had an ideas where they stayed in Yharnam too?) Hm i don’t know, i have a few ideas but i won’t in details here.

So i’m glad to have found the courage to actually draw & share it. It just melt my heart every time i look i it…(best thing to fall asleep in a good mood!)

[incognito-insomniac]

Hello! How about ‘Ascots and tie pins’ for the ask game? I’ve been reading a lot of kingsman fic recently so that called to me. Or, if you’ve already done that (or even if you haven’t) silver linings?

No worries @ladyaj-13! I'm just happy for the ask. Instead of dealer's choice I took out all the previously asked ones and then some i remember talking about last time the WIP titles thing went around. Got the list down to 20 and rolled two d20s because why not. So Passionate Kisses and Stranded in Summerset!

Passionate Kisses is a working title for a Lambert/Aiden (Witcher 3) WIP based of one of my favorite Mary Chapin Carpenter songs of the same title. Lambert gets drunk and figures out Aiden wants to kiss him then teases him about it until he does and suddenly the joke is not so funny and he's butter under Aiden's touch.

And Stranded in Summerset is for my snippets of fic as I play my D&Dcharacter Arnidark Sharpsword, half-orc ranger, through Elder Scrolls Online and love him more than my main account T_T The NPCs in this stupid game are just too good.

Here is a snippet of each:

Passionate Kisses:

Lambert woke the next morning to a splitting headache and Aiden's gangly limbs wrapped around him. As he awkwardly stirred, he couldn't help but rouse Aiden with him.

" 's too early," Aiden weakly groaned eyes squinting at the daylight. He tucked his head in between his shoulder blades to shield his eyes from the sun.

Lambert grumbled, "My bladder disagrees with you. Would you get off so I can piss?"

Aiden grumbled and rolled off of him.

Lambert stumbled into the woods plagued by his memories of the night before. He couldn't remember anything beyond that kiss. It stayed fixed in his mind. Nagging and clawing at an anxious itch. What else happened last night? And why couldn't he stop thinking about Aiden's lips on his? Waking up in his arms? His breath on his neck?

Lambert returned from the woods to find a still half-asleep Aiden tending a very small flame on their campfire with a kettle set above it.

"Tea?" he asked groggily.

"Yeah," Lambert mumbled with a short nod.

Stranded in Summerset: Arnidark spares a blinded vampire, turned to cure an incurable disease. He want to help her find a life so the sacrifices made for her don't go in vain.

Norasea: I can make it out in my own. I promise.

Arnidark: But you don't have to. I know someone who can help.

He took her arm over his shoulder and he began walking toward the entrance to the sea cave.

Norasea: Really I don't want to burden anyone else. The cost has already been too high.

Arnidark: Please. Just trust me.

Norasea: I-...I- what if I hurt you. I am so hungry.

Arnidark: I'm a hunter. I will find you something to drink. I promise.

[mashedpotatc]

kaveh thirst. | cw. orgasm denial , sub kaveh , amab kaveh , crying , gn!reader , shoe humping . | sorry if i missed anything !! english is not my first language !! sorry for any grammar mistakes . this is my first post . . T_T

Usually, Kaveh doesn't annoy you too much, you mostly only ignored it or brushed it off.

But oh boy did he get you today.

Today you had an assigned meeting with important higher ups, and Kaveh thought it'll be funny to change some of your documents, leading you to almost lose your current occupation.

If one word could describe your emotion right now, it would be irritation. You were irritated. And you were certain that Kaveh will probably be pleased, finally getring a reaction out of you.

When you arrived home, you almost slammed the door open to your house, Kaveh— who was sitting down on the couch, flinched at the loud banging sound, he looked at your furious figure, fuming with anger as he knew he'd just screwed up.

You were acting different from your usual calm and collected demeanor, as you walked over to him, your bigger body towering over him as he only looked up with those nervous pretty eyes of his.

Which... lead to this situation.

He was writhing under you, body shaking and trembling as he tried to grab your attention to atleast help him with his needy cock– that was cherry red, the tip hard and leaking, pre-cum pooled around it as he desperately held onto your leg, humping into your shoe like a cheap whore.

You were reading your book, ignoring the helpless boy as he shook and cried.

"N-name.. pleash.. 'm showwy.. please.." he begged so deliciously, voice whiny and high in his throat. It was hard to resist when he arched his chest towards you, making his pink little perky buds present to you, the cold air brushing past them enoigh to make him let out a slight shudder.

You sighed, moving your boot forward to help him create friction, as he could only grind foward onto your boot, desperate for any type of friction on his aching cock. He could feel your fingers flick themselves on his nipples, making him flinch.

The amount of force and time he spended grinding down on your boot only for a bit of pleasure, yet it was still too much for him. Thighs burning from the frantic movement as his face glowed red in shame.

He felt his climax nearing, as he clawed at your leg in desperation, pretty doe eyes looking up at you, full of need and lust. You could even see some tears collecting on his waterline, threatening to fall down his blushy cheeks.

"(M/N).. c-can I pleash c-cUm- hn! P-please!" He shook, he couldnt possibly hold it in anymore as his cocklet burned bright red, the poor thing shaking as he drooled all over himself. Why wont you stop teasing him already? The poor boy couldn't take it anymore.

"Let me think about it first, dear." that was the last straw before he cried all over you knee, shoving his face into them when you removed your boot away from him. He was unconsciously humping the air, face scrunched up as he sobbed and sniffled, leaning on your leg to support his limp body.

[bookuya]

ikigai. [0.1]

the reason you wake up in the morning; your life's purpose. + your "firsts" with scaramouche.

pairing: scaramouche + gn!reader

warnings: zombie apocalypse au. fluff, hurt/comfort, kind of enemies to lovers? very brief mentions of death and "face warming up", not visible blushing. also mentions of zombies biting but it's not descriptive. not completely proofread but i might [definitely] edit it later on

author's note: help i think i posted this late and converted the timezones wrong,, sorry about that :') thank you @favoniuscodex for letting me join the first "favorites with friends" collab! also so much apologies,, i didn't write the "first dance at the wedding" prompt because i didn't think it would work out with the current plot for the zombie apocalypse reader & scaramouche T_T however i still enjoyed writing this so much, i hope you all enjoy!

— the first kiss.

if someone told you before that your first kiss would be during a zombie apocalypse, you would've laughed and played along with the joke.

if they told you that it would be with scaramouche, the very one who loathes you and calls you a disappointment on the daily, you would've deadpanned and flat out stated that they weren't being funny.

he kissed you because he thought you were going to die.

—obviously, you didn't think you were going to die right then and there.

the two of you were trapped inside a closet after patrolling the inside of an abandoned house with zombies slowly banging on the other side of the door, and you being the stubborn person you were, thought about kicking down the door itself and possibly and a little bit obnoxiously fighting with it.

scaramouche calmly spoke your name, and you could feel the vibration of his voice from being shoulder to shoulder together. it wasn't like you couldn't acknowledge him; his scent felt stronger than ever despite the horrible smell of zombies outside, and your heart beat felt louder than ever too from the closeness of your figures.

you shush him as quiet as you possibly can. "i'm trying to think of a way to get out," you visibly wince as a zombie pushed onto the door harder, against your feet propped against it to keep it up and stable. "got any ideas, mr. complainer? cause i definitely don't see you doing anything to help!"

"i didn't complain about anything," he scoffed almost as if there wasn't only a piece of wood between you two and the zombies growling harshly for food. "but if i did, it would be about us dying right here and now."

you snorted and reached out to prop the door up with your flat palms. "well, gee, maybe if you tried with me we could live." a grunt escaped you from the feeling of the zombies leaning against the closet door. "yet here you are, doing absolutely nothing!"

"shouldn't you be quiet too?" scaramouche hissed between whispers, the sounds of shuffling meeting your ears from beside you and you assumed he was sitting up to help you hold up the door.

"there wouldn't be a point since the zombies already noticed us in here," you confidently retorted. you turned your head to the side to look at what he possibly be doing, hopefully not causing a ruckus. "have you even been paying atten—"

your eyes abruptly widen— and your face warms up at the sudden feeling of the jerk of a guy beside you kissing you.

your mind and thoughts trace all the way back to the hideout you and a particular group of people (childe, signora, scaramouche, you, and a few more others) took shelter in, and everyone but scaramouche had welcomed you in warmly when you joined from being solo since the zombie apocalypse started—even the sarcastic and confident la signora. he was the only person that had made it obvious that he didn't want to talk to you at all, with his brash behavior and negative words to you. everyone told you that he was like that towards anyone, but you don't see scaramouche indirectly insulting childe in his crude words during meetings or sending glares in la signora's directions almost all of the time.

yet here you are—absolutely kissing scaramouche back because you cannot deny at all that you found him dead-ass attractive since day one, even if you were sending glares back everyday and wondering what the hell he was doing kissing you during a life-or-death situation.

— the first "i love you".

yes, because dating during a zombie apocalypse was a perfect idea for two seemingly bloodthirsty rivals who were actually and completely infatuated with each other.

but surprisingly, you were here, trying not to cry and constantly shaking scaramouche's shoulders because you thought he was going to turn into a zombie.

it was supposed to be completely alright— you two got out of that zombie-filled abandoned house together just with the knives in scaramouche's pockets (which you wondered why he didn't mention them to you before the kiss happened), and you two also fought a zombie bare-handed together after one snuck into the hideout and almost bit childe.

you guys survived months of the zombie apocalypse together, even with risky patrols and break-ins of houses far from the hideout for just rations of food and spareable supplies. he hugged you close when you couldn't sleep at night, and you kept him company every time he was supposed to guard the hideout alone.

but look at you now; trying to heave scaramouche's unconscious form onto your back as you ran back to the hideout with rain heavily pouring onto the both of you.

you two had gotten into a new building downtown, and while you were distractedly going up some stairs, a zombie had suddenly sat up from laying idly on the staircase.

of course, scaramouche being the protective person he was of you, immediately pulled you back into his chest and accidentally let the zombie bite into his ankle in the process.

"you better not fall asleep!" you currently yelled out, fighting back any possible escaping tears while also praying that scaramouche would hear you over the rain and respond. you wouldn't even mind if he replied with one of his stupid, brash insults he didn't really mean—you just wanted him to talk, to prove that he was okay. "you better not be losing to a dumb, measly zombie!"

you could hear your heart pounding loudly in your ears, your pants of exhaustion getting more consistent and constant. you lifted your head up a bit higher as you ran, your rushed steps into puddles risking a harsh fall but not even the thought of it existed in your mind as you only focused on getting scaramouche to safety. you could only pray and beg to the gods that you didn't even believe in that dottore finished his project of the zombie antidote—even if it wasn't fully ready, you were not about to have your boyfriend turn into a zombie anytime soon. you wouldn't allow it.

"i'm sure the hideout is close by," you gasped out, trying to soothe scaramouche although you were mostly trying to convince yourself... and failing. panic flowed and coursed even faster throughout your body. "it has to be. it has to. we didn't go that far downtown, i'm sure of it."

you gulped anxiously and let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding. oh god—what if scaramouche turned into a zombie right here and now and bit into your shoulder? the wet strands of his hair stuck to your face and you erased the thought immediately as it came. you knew he was better than that, there was no way that could happen... right?

and low and behold, almost just to prove you wrong— a gasp escaped scaramouche from behind you and he started coughing into one of his hands that you had. looped around your neck so he would stay on your back. your relief was evident on your face as you skidded to a halt, turning your head to the side and your eyes meeting the purple eyes you loved and admired so much.

"there's," he tried to rasp out, then breathed a few deep breaths before trying to continue his sentence. "there's no way i can sleep anyway if— if you... keep hollering at me, [name]."

"oh— oh my god," you breathe, your shoulders trembling as you start to sob and kneel down to let scaramouche get off your back. you watch with blurry eyes as he cautiously and slowly hops off and crouches down beside you, you in too much of the feeling of relief to notice him patting and rubbing circles onto your back. "you're awake, you're actually okay— but— but a zombie bit you! a-and i thought you were going to become infected—" you stop talking as broken sobs interrupt your sentence, your cold hands reaching up to shakily rub your eyes.

"i'm probably fine for now," he whispers beside your ear, and you can hear the tired ache in his voice as he tries to speak. "we just need to go back to base— about now."

you can hear it in his tone that he's trying to comfort you, but he's also trying to urgently remind you that he could still turn into a zombie if you guys don't heal anything.

but you feel too emotional right now from the relief— you want to desperately stand up, but the feeling in your knees are too weak. you're not even sure if you're strong enough right now to hold up the both of your figures. the pressure is too heavy on your shoulders; you need to get up desperately, but you feel like you can't—

"i love you." the hands wiping at your eyes completely freeze in movement at his words, and you slowly look up at scaramouche in the feelings of complete confusion and shock mixed together. you don't move at all as his face softens and his own hands wipe at your face, his fingertips cold against your eyelids but you currently don't have time to care.

at your loss of words, he continues. "anyone else would've left me—you know that?" his hands move down to your jaw as he holds your face gently in his palms. "yet you still carried me... even with the chances of me turning into a zombie and getting you infected too."

and there it is, the sight that gets you the confidence to want to stand up and do almost stand up: his smile.

it's such a small smile, the tips only curved ever-so slightly. his eyes are half-lidded with the tiring exhaustion on the both of your shoulders, and strands of his hair stick to the side of his face from his wet hair.

but it's the best smile you've ever seen in your life— even if it's an optimistic smile during the zombie apocalypse.

— the first time getting a key to their place.

patrols with scaramouche are usually quiet and full of action— rather than words, you guys are creeping around the corners, avoiding zombies slouching in the streets, and looking for new buildings for supplies while strolling together on the sidewalks.

there are only small words exchanged here and there and most of the time you are the one starting the small talk. however, sometimes (although rarely) scaramouche will be the one who starts up the conversation.

you're in the middle of trying to peer into a window when you jolt at scaramouche suddenly asking, "you know how my apartment is in the next few streets over, right?"

"holy crap," you breathe out, turning around and shooting scaramouche a dirty look. "did you have to suddenly talk like that?"

blankly ignoring your question, he continues. "ever since dottore succeeded in the antidote, the number of zombies have died down a lot. do you want to go check out that side of the neighborhood?"

suddenly at his words, you perk up and grin. "wait, really? do you even have your keys with you?"

your face brightens up with curiosity when he pulls a key out of his pocket, swinging the chain back and forth in front of you.

"this apartment complex looks way too nice for surviving a zombie apocalypse," you mention, your hand carefully touching the outside wall of the building as you walk towards the main entrance with scaramouche. you turn your head towards him, but also keep your eye open to be wary of any remaining zombies, even if dottore got most of them with his work-in-progress antidote.

"the landlord was able to lock the door to the stairs that only the residents have the key to, but when the apocalypse started it wasn't like we were going to take our time and unlock the doors with zombie roaming around," he explained, stopping in front of the bottom floor entrance and opening it. there were no zombies in the first floor when you guys walked in. "i was out during the time the apocalypse started, so some people might still be in their apartments."

"oh god, i hope they're still alive if that's even possible," you say, following scaramouche to a a locked door (which you suppose is the door one of his keys can unlock). "how'd you know the landlord originally locked the door?"

"dottore and i ran into him during a patrol a while ago before you joined our hideout." you watch as he unlocks the door and lets you go first, also reminding you to still be careful with a nod of his head. "he explained that he locked the door in a panic for the safety of our residents, but didn't think about the fact of them running out of resources later on."

you hummed in acknowledgement as you climbed up the stairs, scaramouche not too far behind you. "maybe we can save some of the residents if there are any left," you say. "what floor is your apartment on?"

"the third, right here." one of his hands go to hold your shoulder still while the other reaches to open the door to the third floor in front of you. you peek your head in, taking careful note of how quiet it is. "my apartment should be the second to last one down the hallway, if i remember correctly." you cautiously step onto the floor and follow his instructions, looking for his apartment door.

when you find it and scaramouche confirms that it's his, you grin and spread your arms. "well here we are," you speak, standing in front his door. some part of you wonders if he feels a bit solemnly nostalgic seeing his old apartment again after all those months, but the other part of you also knows he's especially good at not showing his emotions. you turn to him, the key in his hand and his face as expressionless as ever. "are we gonna head in?"

"actually," you raise your eyebrows in confusion as scaramouche turns towards you, key in his hand and almost an amused type of look now on his face. "want to unlock it and take a look?"

your mouth opens and closes in slight surprise. you keep a composed face on as you say a small sure, but your heart undeniably races as you take the key in one hand and hold the doorknob in the other.

although you have been dating scaramouche for a few months now, you don't know much about him; he doesn't talk much about himself and seems to rather ask you about yourself more. what would his apartment look like? is he neat or a leaving everything around type of guy? does he decorate the walls and his room? what's his style of design? what would he even decorate his room with?

"what would you do if childe or la signora was here?" you can't help but curiously ask, hesitantly entering the key into the lock and unlocking the door—you can't help but wonder if he would trust the others into his apartment too, despite you being his romantic partner. the unlocked door makes a click sound and you wait for scaramouche's answer to unlock the door.

your mind races and your face heats up a bit as he simply states, "nothing. i wouldn't let them in unless it was only the two of us here. why?"

"just wondering," you quickly hum and nudge open the door, walking inside and hoping for a change of topic as you observe his home in awe.

but the thought of liking the sound of "only the two of us" remains on your mind.

— the first time waking up next to them.

during the zombie apocalypse whenever you couldn't sleep, scaramouche always sat down next to you while giving comforting touches here and there to get you to sleep. whenever you woke up in the morning, though, he was never there; always being the up-and-early morning person he was and talking with dottore outside the hideout.

now that the zombie apocalypse is over, though, you wake up ecstatic instead of tired—because you have never seen scaramouche look so peaceful, and now you can after the wreck of months you guys have been through.

his slight mess of bed hair makes him look more adorable rather than his usual attractive type of look. his eyelashes cascading a shadow over his close eyelids make him look more tranquil and restful. you can see his chest calmly heaving up and down with slow breaths, and his hand holding the blanket to his side.

you carefully reach out your hand and tuck a few of his hair strands to the side so you can admire his face even better, and you don't even jolt in surprise like you usually do around him when his eyelids slowly open and catch you in the act. you still brush your hands gently through his hair before pulling your hand back, tucking it underneath into the warmth of the blanket.

"i didn't say stop," he tiredly spoke, and your heart melts at hearing the sound of his sleepy morning voice for the first time. you can only sheepishly grin like an idiot in return, hugging the blanket closer as well and wrapping your mind around the fact that this is actually happening.

"nice bed hair," you speak gently, with a small additional yawn. "it looks cute on you, maybe even perfect."

"i can say the same about you," scaramouche chuckles in return. he can only watch in adoration as you yawn again and close your eyes, while tiredly speaking.

"that was the best sleep i've ever had since the start of everything," you speak, stretching your arms out to relax your limbs. "i can't believe it's finally over after everything—dottore must be having the time of his life on the news for creating the zombie antidote. so happy for him."

"you're tired, just go back to sleep," scaramouche blankly states, but there's definitely a smile on his face as he watches you talk practically in your sleep. "we can talk about it later."

"yeah, yeah, whatever," you tiredly mumble and rub your eyes, trying to keep them open. your urge to stay awake to admire a peaceful looking scaramouche runs incredibly strong, but the weight on your shoulders from the exhaustion of the whole situation still idly remains on your shoulders.

scaramouche can't help but chuckle when you open your mouth to try to talk again, only to snore away.

[gracemyheart]

KaguMyu Act I ~ RANT REACTION

Okay, so I watched act 1 of the new Sailor Moon Musical "Kaguya Hime no Koibito" and spoiler: it felt like wasted time. Even NewMyu is more exciting to watch and I say that as an official NewMyu-hater-disliker...

You can watch the musical full for free on vk.

I included screenshots to make my little notes a bit more exciting. Disclaimer again: I am and will forever be honest with my opinions. If I think something sucks, I'll say that it sucks. (Spoiler: This was even too boring to suck lmao). Tbh. I have no idea how the manga handeled this story so I will make references from the S-movie.

- The musical starts with the song "You are my universe" and I have to say, it reminds me strongly of Tsukiiro no Chainon. That is not particularly a good thing because those random J-Pop songs these days have a bad thing in common: There is not really a melody in them? Like it feels too mechanical and not like music anymore. I couldn't really follow the melody because it was actually not existing. A good thing is that every Senshi has some solo lines in the song but that doesn't make it better. I am for example not sure if I could sing it with that lack of melody and rhythm.

- Next thing is the costumes. Was there really not enough money to make them look not THAT cheap? Also, Chibimoon's costume looks so baggy? And her wig looks, I quote @vampiru-chan "like a burst sofa cushion" xD.

- What annoys me too is that we got those no-name background-dancer demons again. SO boring like wtf finally get something interesting like in Banitimes again!

- However, the choreography wasn't as bad as it usually is in NewMyu and with that I mean they were not swinging their arms like crazy while running and walking from on end to the other end of the stage. So I grant a bonus point for the choreography.

- Yuuka-Saturn NAILED her solo-line. Good girl.

- I am still annoyed, that we got that all-female cast again! It might be rare, but I am still a straight girl in this fandom and I need real men again xD And I think all the lovely gay fanboys in the fandom agree xP.

- After the dance-fight-song-scene we see how Kakeru finds Snow Princess Kaguya's ice crystal as he does in the movie and then we get to know that it is winter and the Senshi will celebrate Mako's, Mina's and Setsuna's birthdays all together. And I have to say, she doesn't do ANYTHING, she is only a side character and simply...well there - BUT I LOVE Shinjyu-Haruka so much, omg. Finally a good Uranus! Her face reminds me of Asako but she is stronger and her male-like acting does not feel that forced. Too bad she was in a musical that was not about the Senshi at all :(

- Again I have to say, WHO, WHO thought it was a good idea to cast a Sailor Moon with that kind of face? Like, literally wtf. Tbh I would sue the surgeon who is responsible for this.

- Okay, now we found out why the costumes are so cheap: The whole budget was spent on the civilian outfits. They are so sweet and so pretty, omg. I want to have them all!

- But because all the money was spent on the outfits, there was no budget left for Artemis >:( He is only mentioned.

- Then lemme ask why our Usagi-chan is so bitchy here? She pushed Minako to the side in a very-not-Usagi-like style??

- Okay, birthday goes on and we get a birthday song and then some kind of idol-song by Mina and Mako. And the songs are not memorable at all :(

- What I liked was this little scene between Rei and Usagi. Looks like a reference to the anime where both quarrel a lot and it feld refreshing.

- And I have to say, that the lovely voice of Kisara-Mako/Jupiter reminds me SO MUCH of my friend's voice @missemperor you gotta cover her, nobody would notice the difference lol.

- Okay, now Himeko sings a song of how Kakeru developed as a professor or something and it makes no sense because Himeko is just so unimportant. Oh, yes and I never liked her in the movie because she was such a fkn bitch to Luna? I mean, I don't like Luna either but stop bullying the cat, bitch.

- as I mentioned in my last post about KaguMyu - we do not have a real setting again :/ But they tried to compensate that with heavy projections even from thought bubbles. I'd liked it better if there had actually been a setting but okay, we live in the century of technology and not of proper requisites.

- I also wonder why Michiru always has such a cute voice in Nelke productions? Ever watched the anime? She has a normal adult voice which sounds very elegant but not cute. But besides being a side character, Ayana plays a decent Neptune/Michiru.

- The rest of the musical is basically Luna and Kakeru doing stuff? But it feels like nothing happens T_T. Btw. the actress of Kakeru reminds me STRONGLY of a Zuka actress too. Apropos Takarazuka: Riku Sorahana is a cool Mamoru. Maybe a bit too cool for Mamoru but I like her.

- Another thing I noticed: The birthday scene, in the beginning, was just to show that this musical actually has the Senshi in it. Because after that scene... they are gone. There is that one scene with Usagi and Luna à la how does a kiss taste and then Chibiusa sings (very badly, omg. Why not casting a child that can sing?) a very annoying song, of how Luna is in love.

Overall:

- It was so boring. Literally, nothing happened. It felt like wasted time and yes, I know that the story is mainly about Luna but....geez no. I had a bit of hope that this musical might be better than the last ones but I have to say out of the new musicals - NogiMyu stays the best.

- Those songs were really not good and not memorable at all. They feel like the typical mass-production these days. Maybe BaniMyu was so good because back then it was a rare thing for anime/manga to turn into stage plays? I mean, today almost every anime/manga which is a bit popular gets a musical. Plus BaniMyu had Akiko Kosaka for the songs (and Queen Ado for the choreo <3).

- Funny thing: Usually in the new musicals it is that the first act is rather good or at least ok while the second one is boring af - but in this case, I doubt that this can get even more boring - maybe act 2 will be good then? Ewwww, we'll see but I do not have big hopes, tbh.

- If I had to rate it with points while 10 points would be super good and 0 points super bad, I'd give it so far 2 points. (LR, PE and UNV would even get 3 to 4 points, wtf it's really so bad xD. Okay, no they'd get at least 3 but still xD).

Today I'll watch the second act but I doubt it will get any better... :(

BANDAI! GET SERA MYU BACK AND DO GOOD STUFF AGAIN!

[starglitterz]

heyy your bored and im bored,, lets be bored 2gether 💗💗💕💕 here let me bless you with another hc <33 (not sure if you saw it but im totally 100% okay if you use one of my hcs <3)

hmm now that we talked about klee and qiqi, i feel like its only fair we talk about diona!

diona huh.. i personally associate her with diluc bc its ironic. they both hate wine and yet contribute to its success. personally i cant fucking see diluc being on twitch or streaming. dont think its his vibe,, WAIT🤩 HE OWNS A PODCAST!!

xiao and qiqi were once guests in the podcast, and diona watched the episode- and my god- was world war 3 coming,, diona couldn't believe her EYES

alsjspadjd your telling ME that qiqi is now the fan favorite instead of DIONA?!?? outrageous!! diona was FUMING when she found out. now she has this vendetta against qiqi and feels the need to always one up her, and what better way than to make xiao suffer? 😈😈

diona BEGS for you to interact and collab with diluc, its only so fans put more attention on the both of you and not xiao thus less attention for qiqi! and is xiao not happy with this...

hutao LOVES this plot twist! she finds it amusing to see xiao grumble and mutter under his breath about the article he saw this morning about how diluc would be better for you than him. (oo jealous xiao arc 👀)

sighs.. first xiao is being bullied by child and aether, then he cant even confess to you, and now he has to deal with diona's little war... when can he ever catch a break? 😔😔

omg bored 2gether,,, are you inviting me on a bored date 👀 /j LOL rin every time you come into my inbox i get hyped 2 read your awesome hcs ASDKJSK (omg i actually didn't see it so tysm !!!)

THE MEGA CUTE TRIO !! as we should they deserve the world i want 2 give them headpats and hugs <3

HELP I ALWAYS IMAGINE DILUC KINDA BEING LIKE A FATHER FIGURE TO DIONA??? ik she already has a dad and that's totally fine but in my magical hc world diluc is bad with kids bc he seems so grumpy but diona is a tsundere so she gets along fine with him after finding out that he too hates wine (that doesn't mean she doesn't scold him abt being a wine tycoon every day tho !!)

PODCAST DILUC GRRR BARK WOOF why is that so cool,,, i bet venti teases him and says diluc WISHES his podcast was as popular as genshin weekly (spoiler alert it actually is, hence why diluc is so rich while venti is decidedly not) LMAOOOO

NOOOOOOOOOOOO XIAO AND QIQI BEING INTERVIEWED TOGETHER THATS SO CUTE IM ASCENDING AND DIONA GETTING MAD 😭😭😭 BRO DIONA WAS READY TO MIX A WHOLE POISONED DRINK LMFAOOAKJSDKJS

POOR QIQI OMG 😭 diona,,, bestie,,, make it make sense 😧 HELP SHES MAD AT QIQI SO SHE TARGETS XIAO THATS SO SAD LMAJKDKSJ XIAO IS GUILTY BY ASSOCIATION LMAOOOO

y/n x diluc best ship 😍😍😍 you can bet your life xiao is majorly pissed when he sees this on his twitter tl he blocked that account so fast HELPAJSKDAKJS he probably complains on his spam account with some freaking bart simpson sad memes LMFAOOSAKDJAKSJ

honestly ik hu tao just likes it bc it annoys xiao and she LITERALLY ADDS FUEL TO THE FIRE by tweeting abt how cute the episode where diluc interviewed you was,,, she's like 'ooo new ship 👀' and xiao is like '😐😐😐 no.' JEALOUS XIAO ARC SO TRUE,,, and he can't say anything abt it bc the two of you aren't dating so what right does he have to fuss about who you're collabing with??? wait, does that mean if you date him the diluc x y/n agenda will be stopped ?! xiao suddenly gains the courage to FINALLY confess... and you accept and suddenly you're kissing him?! or so he thought, until he woke up the next morning and had to take a cold shower 😔

HELP I LOVE THIS SM 🥺‼ poor xiao omg 😭 and y/n is NOT completely oblivious but she thinks it's funny to tease xiao bc she's too scared to confess as well,,, so perhaps this is just a crazy way of weaseling a confession out of the super aloof xiao??? 👀

pov i wake up and rin has hacked into my tumblr account and finished cynosure,,, HAHAHSKJKSD /j pls don't hack me T_T LOL anyways ily darling !! i hope you have/had a great day, make sure to stay hydrated <3

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Happy Thanksgiving Skip!!! I think I might be going vegetarian. This was my first year at my parents new farm and they cooked a turkey from their own land that I had just witnessed alive a few days ago. I couldn't eat it lol. It's funny how I could easily eat store-brought. The only thing I ate was dressing, mash potatoes and gravy. That was just a small bowl. I felt sick all day thinking about that poor turkey T_T

Well did they kill the Turkey mercifully? 

I remember in highschool they showed us the classic “ where you food comes from” video and whole day I just didn’t want to eat well anything ( plus first time I realized I really didn’t like seeing gore or that huge amount of blood before) next day I was back to eating meat

But it’s your descion. Nothing wrong with what you choose to eat