#Listen there were so many good scenes I wanted to draw and maybe one day I will but dang

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

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[fraugwinska]

Hello Dear!

I hope your requests are open, if not then totally ignore this.

Can I get a reader x alastor where reader is doing something Charlie asked her to do like writing some scripst or some stuff and sing along with a song from a Radio ( you put a spell on me, from Austin Giorgio )

Just for alastor to come in teasing her to dance with him while he's doing just the things the song says?

>~< >~<

Djj3jdu3bkdkeik don't forget to eat and drink water!

Hello gorgeous! First of all: Thanks for a new addition to my 'Alastor'-Playlist ;> Second of all: YO, I live for promts like that - seeing that my main fic has a lot of scenes involving songs ;>

I experimented a little, leaving the end open for maybe a follow up, if wanted :P Enjoy, dear Frauchen @penelope-potter

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You put a spell on me

Your mouth felt dry. How many envelopes had you closed now? One hundred? Two? You had stopped counting.

You cursed your bad luck at drawing sticks - it was the reason you had to sit back alone, working on getting recruiting letters for the hotel into cheap envelopes while the others were on a day out at LooLooLand.

Not that you were particularly interested in going to this amusement park (roller-coasters gave you vertigo and clowns the creeps), but it felt lonely being the one left behind.

Finding the silence in the foyer where you put up your work station too depressing you had quickly turned on the clunky cathedral radio that sat in the corner. Dialing back and forth, you finally found a nice station, a good mix of old and modern songs alike, and it made the repetitive task easier. You hummed along with those you knew, and tapped your foot to those you didn't.

Grabbing another envelope, a song you knew well came on, a favorite of yours that had dominated your playlists when you were alive. The piano and smooth voice of the singer echoed in the empty hall, creating an effect similar to a concert hall. You smiled to yourself, now glad that you were alone, and sang along.

You put a spell on me

I'm losing my mind

You better stop these things

It's a matter of time

You folded the letter in front of you, you body softly swaying by the sound of the music. How long has it been since you listened to it? Must've been months, you've almost forgotten how sensual the lyrics were. Your fingers slid over the fold of the paper you made, slower and more overly dramatic than before. Your smile widened at your silly reaction – you always had a thing for theatrics.

Before I hunt you down

Grab your chin and kiss your lips

You bring me back

I lay you down and grab your hips

And we lose all control

And before you know it

Deciding your work could wait for just one song, you put down the things you had in your hand, pushing yourself off the sofa. When would you get another opportunity like this? Forgotten was the frustration to be left on their own – this was an unexpected opportunity. Freedom.

You rounded the loaded coffee table full of papers and just danced, just for yourself, like you had so many times in that dingy, little living room in your old apartment, with no one to judge you.

Closing your eyes, you turned on the balls of your feet, hands moving over your body wherever you felt like they should, feeling almost alive again. You turned and twisted in what could be a waltz, could be anything, really, hips loose and movements fluid, you felt like a red satin scarf caught in the wind at night.

I put a spell on you

Now you're mine

I've got a hold on you

At least for the night

Another step forward, turning around yourself, something made you shiver. You didn't realize how much you missed this, missed losing yourself in your favorite piece of music... that was the reason your hairs stood up at their roots, wasn't it?

You opened your eyes to catch the flickering lights of the hotel decrease in intensity, going from shining in a bright orange into burnt amber.

That's odd. You thought just as you had the feeling of fingers brushing your waist.

You know I can't help myself

When you ask tenderly

If I'd dim the lights

As your hand brushes me

And the floor swallows your clothes

And your silhouette puts on a show

You startled when you looked down, seeing not your own, but a familiar looking shadow swirling through your feet, it's eyes and mouth pulled into a menacing grin glowing in cyan. You stopped in your tracks, frozen in place. You knew that shadow. And where that shadow was, there also was...

“Oh, please, don't stop on my behalf, darling. It was just getting good.”

Alastor appeared from the shadows next to the radio, his grin full of mocking glee. You felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment. Oh please Satan no. Why was he back? He went out with the others, you had seen him leaving with the rest of the gang.

“I thought you went to LooLooLand....”, you said nervously into the now quiet foyer. Alastor had put his hand on the radio, silencing it when you had stopped moving.

“I decided that childish attractions and cheap shows weren't really my kind of entertainment when...”, he laughed, tilting his head. “... there's a much more invigorating spectacle awaits right at home.”

You wanted to sink into the ground. Alastor always liked to tease you, saying he liked how you get flustered oh-so-easily, and he wasn't wrong. Part of why you didn't do things like these in the hotel was that you were incredibly shy, to the point of even being ashamed of the things you liked. A nice little memento from your past life – the weird one. The strange-hobbies one. The funny-looking one. The one-who-talks-too-much. And him being the teasing one didn't make it any better, given he was – yes you dared to think it – really handsome. The kind of handsome that could make you think about at night. In your bed.

“I was just... I thought I was alone.”

“That I could see.” Alastor chuckled, walking towards you with heavy-lidded eyes, hands folded behind his back. “Neglecting your drab duties to twirl around alone like a sad little figurine on a music box.”

“I-I... just took a break.”, you stuttered reluctantly, your fingers picking the skin of your arms.

“Mhm... only from what I'm curious. Who knew you like to use your free time to sing and dance?” He halted one step away from you, grin wide and toothy. “How come you didn't share these feeble talents with us, dear? Charlie would've been delighted.”

The spot of skin where you scratched yourself repeatedly started to turn red and sore. “I'm... not really comfortable... showing... I'm not good, anyways.”

“Ah, always so timid, so easy to pick on. You do make it too easy for me, darling, presenting yourself to be the perfect prey.”

He stepped forwards, pulling you in at your waist and taking your hand into a dance position. For a second, you forgot to breathe, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. The heat in your face was unbearable now, and you tried to writhe out of his grasp, but his grip was iron-clad. He smirked down to you, one brow up.

“How about we make it a tad less pathetic? Hm?”

The radio illuminated again, this time in a shade of moss green, not the usual warm yellow, and the song started again.

“Come on, little one, let's see if you're any braver with the addition of a partner.”

You put a spell on me

I'm losing my mind

You better stop these games

It's a matter of time

Alastor pulled you through the room, light footed and with a superior confidence. You were too stunned and much too intimidated to protest, just focused on preventing yourself to - god forbid - step on his toes and not to make more of a fool of yourself.

This really was hell – he'd think you were a complete idiot, talent- and useless. Dancing by yourself when no one's there to see your mistakes or silly choices was fun and all, but dancing with someone, less Alastor? You didn't want to think about how much of a loser you must look to him.

But he was only smiling, leading you with such force the steps came automatically. He was a skilled dancer, you knew that, and he proved it in this moment. With every passing note your feet became more steady, your back less tense until you flowed with him rather than struggled within him.

Alastor grinned, as if he just won a bet, and with his hand still on your waist, guiding you in another turn, he freed his other hand from yours and leaned in.

Before I hunt you down

Grab your chin and kiss your lips

Then you bring me back

I lay you down and grab your hips

And we lose all control

And before you know it

It all happened so fast, too fast to really process. His fingers pulled your chin up to him, and before you knew it, his lips caught your own in a sudden, electrifying kiss. Sharp teeth cut the tender, mavue skin, spilling a droplet of blood which he stole from the source, leaving you with an iron taste on your tongue and a frazzled mind.

Just a gasp later, he pulled you into a dip, his hands on your waist and hip hovering you just above the ground. You felt dizzy, your exposed neck right in front of his hungry mouth, so close you felt his breath, hot and wet. You trembled in his arms as he slowly pulled you up again, his eyes glued onto yours, mesmerizing and burning with the command – Don't you dare look away now.

You give me fever

And drive me insane

You keep me going in circles

With potions and bottles

And I can't escape

There wasn't any fancy movements now, just the sway of both of your bodies, closer than before, like waves crushing from the ocean to the shore. You didn't know what he saw in your face, but if it was a reflection of what you felt, it could only be a sick mixture of confusion, longing and desire.

Which was exactly what was written in his. Behind the smile that never seemed to leave him, there was no more of that mischievous, mocking attitude. More serious than you've ever seen him before, he was looking Hungry. Eager. Captivated.

I can't escape

Oh, I'm lost in your ways

Oh, I can't escape

Baby

Alastor pulled you again into the dance, moving through the room with you, the whole world around you turning instead of the other way around. But this time, the distance between you left no room for even a sheet of paper – you were pressed into him, he was holding you so damn close to him. A perfect fit, two pieces of one mold.

In a single motion, he put both of your hands on the back of his neck, while his flew to your back, sliding to your hips in sensuous trails. You felt his clawed fingertips through your clothes, sending delicious little tremors through your nerves up your spine.

Your head had stopped thinking straight - or at all - completely flooded with the feeling of his warm body on yours, his hands where you'd never thought they'd be, and that god forsaken look on his face. Even sex couldn't feel this intimate.

I put a spell on you

And now your mine

I've got a hold on you

At least for the night

At least for the night

The song ended, abruptly, and when the last note hit, you came to a halt, still entwined in one another, still connected through your gaze. Neither of you said anything, you just stared into each others eyes. Unspoken words hung in the small space between your lips, words you felt were better not said. The gnawing insecurity of yours crept back into your mind, threatening to break the spell you both were under by making you say something stupid. Alastor slowly let go of you, the last thing leaving you were his hands from your hips as he stepped away from you.

“How about that?”, he said quietly, more to himself than to you. Then, without another sound, he just melted into his shadows, vanishing from the foyer and leaving you with flushed cheeks and a torn heart - alone again.

[duarteegreenbriar]

In conversation with Holly Black - The Stolen Heir Tour 2023

PLEASE do not repost anywhere without due credits.

It was so amazing finally meeting Holly in person (and gush about how much I love Cardan and Jude and Cardan. And yes also bargain with her about writing Cardan POV books. At least she listened to me intently and said “We will see about it some day!” 👀)

Here are a few things she answered at tonight’s event:

- Her favourite character is Jude.

- Their favourite Starbucks drinks as per her: Jude ‘s will be Frappuccino, Cardan’s is Espresso (and she added an obviously), Oak’s will be matcha green tea latte.

- There will be another series in Elfhame/Faerie after she finished Book of Night sequel, TSH 2 and one more book. She said we will know if there will be more Faerie books, and on whom, by the end of TSH 2.

- Cardan had more siblings who got cut out last minute because she felt his family was too big.

- Qon serpent track was last minute, all she knew was that Cardan had to be in danger and separated from Jude in some way.

- The above point is because she always intended Jude to figure out how to be Queen on her own and needed Cardan away for that. Because Jude’s character arc had to include her having all the power she always craved and still choosing family and love over it.

- Holly likes hooves 💀

- She wanted to draw parallels between Suren and Jude and their choices.

- She will not write about what Jude Cardan were up to in the years between QoN and TSH because she doesn’t know it herself yet.

- Somebody actually asked if Jude Jude Jude letter had cum splatters OMFG. She clarified that no, they are indeed ink stains 💀

- One thing about Cardan that she feels is the most over looked is the fact that people ATE the snake in the end of Qon lmaooo. She cracked up here 😭💀

- She always wanted to write a character with a tail and this was part of Cardan’s characterization since the beginning.

- Her choice of Cardan in live action - she just wants a good actor that’s it lol

- She wouldn’t write a book on Madoc Eva because it’s too tragic and devastating, though maybe she might add in bits in some other story

- She doesn’t know how to write adult Cardan lmfao 💀 but she said she will figure it out 👀 (internally screamed here because WHAT does this mean??) She also said the sex scenes were short and her editor asked her to make them longer 😭🤣 (she said she does understand what we’re asking lmaoo)

- She never reads her fan fiction because she would feel tempted to change what’s in her mind

Question I asked: Her side characters are as interesting as main ones. Will we see Court of Shadows again? (Round about way of asking more about Jurdan lol)

Holly’s answer: TSH was a road trip book so it was set away from Elfhame and we didn’t meet most of the old characters. But we’ll be closer (or in *she winks*) Elfhame in the next one and we will see many of the old characters (shrugs)

[joongbin]

Hello there! I saw that your requests are open so I thought of requesting a small thing.it’ll be male!reader who has a personality that matches nana from the anime(seems tough and gothic but is sweet)and is into rock and knows how to play the guitar rlly well and has a kinda long wolf cut hair and is from the hyung line.

Sorry it’s long!!you don’t have to do the request but if you’re gonna do it,take your time and have a great day :D!!!

reader whos like nana, n knows how to play the guitar!

skz x 9th mbr male reader

fluff — no warnings.

STAY loves that you can play the guitar! Occasionally on lives, you'd play one of your favourite songs or a SKZ song. Someone even made an edit of how handsome you looked everytime you played.

Your wolf cut attracted many stays to bias you too, as if you belonged in a band and not a group. Your seemingly tough and gothic look absolutely killed STAY, and loved how you were so sweet to the members!

The members, adored you to hell. You were in the hyung line, so the maknae line viewed you as someone they could look up to - or just someone they really admire. You were sweet, it was just your appearance that made you look intimidating.

Chan loves your taste in music! Your Spotify playlist contained mostly rock music from other bands, which you shared with Chan whenever he asked. He loves listening to your favourite rock songs the most!

You were pretty responsible in the group, caring for the members when they were hurt mostly. Jeongin had injured himself on stage once and you rushed to help him, the other members going to tell the staff. Some stayed to keep him calm and company until staff arrived.

It was a pretty tragic scene for the concert, but Jeongin could still perform, he only had to sit down and sing his parts. You occasional made faces at home, making him laugh while you performed greatly.

STAY loved that! How you cared for your younger members as if they were actually your little brothers. Maknae line adored you, and you were content with that. Jeongin would gladly give you kisses when you ask him to, honestly.

Minho, loved how you were so kind to his cats. His cats loved you, what more could he ask for? Maybe he should just marry you on the spot! Kidding. ..maybe? You would always make fun of his cats, though. Claiming, ‘ they can't understand Korean, Minho ’.

Felix bringing you shipping and finding little red strawberries on cups. (Yes, I'm referencing that scene.) You didn't care if he bought them or not, if he wanted to he could - it wasn't like you didn't have money. He didn't want to buy it, since he thought you didn't like them - which meant there was no point in buying them.

You were usually spotted practicing on your guitar skills - which made Hyunjin sit down and draw you in his notebook, admiring your features. How your eyebrows furrow whenever you mess up, how you bit your bottom lip when you were focused - he was smitten.

Your guitar skills were immaculate, honestly. Everyone loved how you would laugh softly at a note you messed up - not bothered at all. Haters would use some clips where you messed up to roast you though - which didn't bother you at all. Hate all they want, they can't be as good as you.

Especially how you have to practice dancing and singing? Yeah. They can't compete.

[seeingivy]

the party scene

roommate eren x f!reader 

you and eren won’t dance 

**find the series masterlist here

content warning: drinking, hitch and marlowe being annoying, someone gets pushed into a pool, marco getting clowned for his halloween costume, toilet humor 

an: ok yall. here’s the chapter. heheheheheh. and you should listen to the song, when you get to it. for vibes of course. to many anon who guessed correctly, hundreds of kisses. not my fav roommates chapters me thinks (but also it seems like everyone else has different fav chapters than I expected so)

previous part linked here

- 

“What are you going to be for the party?” 

You can literally see Eren’s ears perk up, breaking his concentration from the dinner he was cooking on the stove. You tried to make ravioli for dinner. Key word, tried. He didn’t let you stand there for longer than two minutes because he didn’t want you to “burn the apartment down.” 

You put foil in the microwave one time and suddenly he thinks you’re some arsonist. 

“The party on Friday? You’re going, peaches?” 

“Yeah. Jean invited me. Kind of being a wingwoman for him and bringing my classmate Marco, who I’m like ninety percent sure he has a crush on.” 

Eren turns his face back to the pan, dishing the food around on the plate. You get up occasionally, grabbing things you know he’ll need before he asks for them. Setting the dishes, grabbing the salt (because this man doesn’t know how to season), the Yerba Mate Eren claims to hate but drinks anyways. 

“Hitch and I are going as Anakin and Padme. From Star Wars. Apparently, Marlowe loves that crap and she never gave him the time of day for it. She thinks it’ll make him real mad if we show up like that.” 

“You should put a braid in your hair. You know, like from the second movie.” 

“Ew. I’m going as the third movie look.” 

“Good. He’s hotter in that movie anyways.” 

He flashes you a smile as he dishes out the food, lifting the plates and setting them on the table. You join him with the drinks, the two of you sitting right next to each other. 

It was getting easier. Eren was your friend. Maybe even your best friend. You’d still get the occasional heart pounding, flustered cheesk whenever he walked past you or said something that made your heart flutter, but other than that, you were making progress. You can live with a heart flutter here and there. 

“What are you going to be?” 

“Jean wants to do some basic angel/devil thing for the party. I’ve got a white dress and he apparently has a halo already so it should be fine.” 

“Have you ever been to a party?” 

“Yeah. Not really my thing though, but I don’t mind helping Jean. It can be fun with friends. Dancing, letting loose and all that.” 

“Hm. Save a dance for me, peaches?” 

“I’m not riding up on you, Eren. That’s weird.” 

He drops his fork, an exasperated expression spreading across his face. The vein in his forehead is prominent and you always enjoy when it shows up because you know you’ve won. He’s just that easy to aggravate. 

“Who said anything about you riding up on me? I didn’t mean it like that. That’s like…perverted. You could expect that type of shit from Jean or something but-” 

You place your hand against his forearm, laughing in his face. He stops immediately at the sight of your laughter, glaring at you. 

“You’re so easy to piss off, Eren. I’ll save you a dance, okay? A normal one.” 

He holds his hand out, gesturing for you to shake.

“Deal?” 

“Deal, Ren.” 

 - 

“Hey.” 

“Hi Ren.” 

He steps into the bathroom, standing directly behind you as you finish doing your makeup for the party. Jean was supposed to be here in thirty minutes and the two of you were going to go pick up Marco. Meaning, you were going to have to deal with their awkward pining for the ten minute drive to the party. 

“Can you help me with something?” 

“Sure. What’s up?” 

“Can you help me draw the scar?” 

“Oh, yeah. Show me the picture.” 

He hands you his phone as you inspect the picture, the scar starting before the eyebrow and breaking just underneath the left eye. He sits on top of the toilet seat, his ankles crossed over each other. 

“Ah. Hitch gave me this to use. For the scar.” 

He hands you a tube of lipstick, which you slide open and swatch against the back of your hand. Too glittery for a scar.

“Do you mind if I use mine? Hers is kind of glittery and it’ll look kinda weird?” 

“Yeah, sure.” 

You bend over, digging through your bag to find the one tube of red lipstick you own, that Pieck forced you to buy for her wedding. You can’t show up to my wedding in lip gloss, that’s an atrocity. You find the tube at the end of the drawer, walking over to where Eren was sitting. 

As you amble over, you realize that the toilet seat is way too low and you can’t properly reach Eren’s face to reach. You were towering over him, his long legs sprawled across the floor of the bathroom. 

“Why are these toilet seats so low? I can’t even get the right angle.” 

“Levi. Kenny told me he hates having his feet dangle over certain toilets so he makes sure to get the shortest ones when picking his apartments. As if Levi’s going to come shit in our toilet at some point.” 

You nod, trying your best to lean over and indent the mark over Eren’s face. Out of all the angles you try, not one of them works - your head is blocking the light, your hands are in a weird position, you’re all up in his space. 

“Just sit on my knee. If it’s easier.” 

He splits his legs, tapping on the top of his thigh for you to sit. You nod, setting both of your legs on each side of his one as you lightly perch on top of his leg. 

“That’s hovering. Not sitting, Y/N. It’s fine.” 

You sigh, pressing your full weight against Eren as you lean back over for the phone and check the picture. As you slide over reaching for it, Eren puts his hands on your waist, holding you from falling off of his knee. 

“Thanks Ren. Just wanted to check again before I started.” 

You focus on the picture, the light shining against your face as you check where the scar was exactly on your eyes. Eren locks his fingers together behind your waist, pulling you closer so you can get a better look. 

“Okay. I think I’ve got it down.” 

You cradle the side of his face in your hands as you start drawing the scar on, trying to be as gentle as possible. Trying to avoid the fact that you’re basically straddling him right now. You can feel his cheeks warming under your touch and you try your hardest not to let the smile spread across your face. At least it’s not just you. 

“What’s so funny?” 

“Nothing Ren. You’re just blushing, that’s all.” 

“You’d blush if you were in my position too.” 

You shake your head, pressing your fingers against his lips so you can stop him from moving. You’re only halfway through the scar and if he talks again you’re going to smudge it. 

“Since when do you wear red lipstick?” 

“I don’t. Pieck made me buy it for her wedding. It’s for special occasions.” 

You lean back, cupping his face in your hands as you glean your eyes over the scar. You compare it to the picture and figure it's semi accurate, giving him a smile to signal you’re done. You slide off of his legs, beckoning him to join you in the mirror. You watch him lean forward, eyeing your work. 

“Thanks.” 

“No problem.” 

“Can I try?” 

“Try what?” 

“Doing makeup on you.” 

You pause, dropping your lipstick tube back into the box. 

“I don’t have a scar for my costume.” 

“I know. But you must have something left to do. You just looked so focused, like you were face painting, and I just wanted to try.” 

“Um, okay. You can take this glitter. You basically just dip your finger in it and swipe it against my eyelids. And then along the collarbone too, because it's body glitter.” 

He nods, taking the white glitter into his hands. He inspects the box first, turning it over and over again, holding it up against the light, smelling it. 

“Do you need to do a police inspection on the box? It’s just glitter.” 

“Shut up. I was just checking if it was okay to use.” 

“It’s obviously okay to use if I’m giving it to you. I’ve used it before.” 

He rolls his eyes, learning down. He sets his hands on both sides of your face, angling your face to inspect you this time. 

“You’re short.” 

“Thank you, Captain Obvious.” 

“Do you always have to give me attitude?” 

“Pretty much.” 

“Sit on the counter. It’ll be easier for me to do if we’re closer to the same level.” 

You brace your palms against the counter, trying to push yourself onto the counter. You clearly misestimated how tall the counter was because you barely hit the back of the top, stumbling in the air. 

“Okay, Humpty Dumpty. Let me help you.” 

He reaches down, securing his hands around your waist to lift you up to the counter. You can feel your cheeks burning at the sensation, unable to look him in the eyes. 

Right. Because it was getting easier, because he was becoming your friend. But there were still moments like this. Ones where you can feel your cheeks burning, your heart pounding, your fingers shaking. 

You hate that he still makes you feel this way. 

“Okay, widen your stance.” 

“What?” 

“Open your legs.” 

“Ew. You’re so vulgar, Eren.” 

“Well, I said to widen your stance and you gave me that stupid look on your face. It’s your fault.” 

You roll your eyes, parting your legs. He steps in between the space, leaning close to your face with the glitter still in his hands. 

“So, the eyelids and collarbones?” 

“Yeah. You can just use your fingers. You wash your hands after you pee, right?” 

“Of course not.” 

“What?” 

“It’s better for the environment. If I just wait until I have to poop, I can just save water by washing my hands once. You should try it.” he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. 

“As if. Girls don’t poop.” 

“Yes, they do.” 

“No, they don’t.” 

“There’s no way girls don’t poop.” 

“Ask your mom. Or Mikasa. They’ll tell you the same thing.” 

“Okay, stop fucking around. We’re running late.”

“You started it with your stupid toilet humor.”

“Shut up. Your attitude is going to kill me one day.” 

“That’s a promise, Yeager.” 

He rolls his eyes, a small smile spread across his face as he dips his thumb into the glitter. He cups the side of your face and you flutter your eyes shut, his fingers gentle against your eyes. You can hear him laughing and you squint your eyes, glaring at him as you open them. 

“What’s so funny?” 

“Nothing Y/N. You’re just blushing, that’s all.” he responds, his tone mocking. 

“Did you do this just to prove a point? It looks like finger painting, my ass.” 

“Close your eyes. I’m not done yet.” 

You shut your eyes again, Eren sliding the last bit of glitter along your eyes. You open your eyes to find him staring at you, his eyes wide. 

“What did you do? Don’t tell me there’s glitter on my forehead.” 

“No, it just looks pretty, that’s all.” 

You look down, focusing on his hands as he dips into the glitter again. Stupid fucking hands and voice and smell and hair and soft cheeks. You can literally feel your heartbeat all the way in your stomach and he’s barely even touching you. 

He uses his hands to tilt your face up, lightly pressing the glitter against the exposed parts of your neck. You feel your body shiver, instantly remembering the last time you and Eren were like this. Pressed up in the bathroom, with him kissing your neck. He presses his hand to your shoulder, his eyes washing over in concern at you shivering. 

“You okay?” 

“Yeah, sorry. Got a weird sense of deja vu, that’s all.” 

He nods, finishing off the last of the glitter. When he’s done, he locks his hands across your waist again, lightly setting you back down on the counter as you both stand there. You’re both staring at each other, neither one of you talking first. 

Right. Because what are you supposed to say after that? Oh, sorry, I was just thinking of your lips on my neck, my bad.

The doorbell rings and Eren gives you a soft smile before squeezing your shoulder and leaving. You can hear Hitch in the doorway and you try to ignore the way your entire body is steaming. 

  -

“What are you even supposed to be, Marco?” 

“I’m a space cowboy, Y/N!”

“You’re holding a glittery gun and wearing a flannel. You look like a kid who got lost at Party City and picked the closest thing you could find. You don’t even have a cowboy hat.” 

“Ignore her, Marco. I think you look great.” 

You watch Marco’s cheeks turn a bright pink, awkwardly stuttering to respond to Jean. Great. They’re going to do this whole oblivious idiots thing all night. 

Marco slides into the front as you and Jean walk to the other side, unlocking the car. 

“Ignore her, Marco. I think you look great.” you say, mocking Jean’s high pitched voice. 

He rolls his eyes, lightly shoving you as you settle into the seat behind him. They’re both talking animatedly, forgetting you were even sitting in the back. You unlock your phone, playing Wordscapes as they go on in the background. 

- 

Eren’s eyes were trained on your figure, as Jean and Marco were spinning you around on the dance floor with them for a better part of the last forty-five minutes. He’s been waiting, staring at you, anticipating when you’ll look at him. 

You’re driving him crazy. Today, especially. Soft glitters, a willowy white dress, that stupid flowery perfume you wore during the concert. He even likes the stupid halo you have on your head. 

He wants to touch you. Press his hands against yours, drag you out and leave with you so he was the only one who could see you like this, your stupid eyes glittering in the light. 

He hates that you can still make him feel this way. 

He sees you leave, waving off Jean and Marco who were still left on the dance floor. Marco’s wearing your halo and you have the glittery gun Marco was holding. 

He’s still watching you. Shamelessly. You weave around people talking, wait to walk forward so you don’t get in the way of pictures, compliment strangers on their costumes. 

“What are you staring at?”

“Nothing, Hitch.” 

She’s been annoyed for a better part of the last hour, not that he’s been paying much attention to it. Marlowe still hasn’t shown up. 

He doesn’t mind the guy. He doesn’t quite understand why Marlowe and Hitch have to play these games - circling around each other, making each other jealous, making up. He figures a part of it is the chase, but he’s always found that part the most agonizing. He’d catch you if he could. He’s been waiting long enough. He’d make you feel good right here and right now. 

He watches you leave the room, leaving the heat of the room to the patio outside. 

“Mind if I leave? Just call me when he’s here, okay?” 

Hitch nods and Eren basically bolts out the door, ready to follow you where you went. But before he can, Jean all but falls right off the dance floor, piled on the floor in front of him. He can see Marco’s hand under him, dragging them both up by their arms. He can tell Jean’s already too far gone and that he has to deal with this first. Then you. 

-

Your feet hurt. Like a bitch. You made the wrong choice of wearing your Doc Martens to the party. You had figured you wouldn’t be moving much, just sticking to the walls and talking to whoever you knew there. But no, of course Jean’s nervous ass had to drag you onto the dance floor with Marco, the three of you spinning in circles. 

You had made your safe escape, sitting outside on the patio. You had been watching the wind whistle through the trees in the dead of night, watching the lights in the pool change colors. They had been changing every minute - switching from purple, to red, to green. There were a few stars glittering out, barely sparkling in the sky. 

“Anyone sitting here?” 

You look up to find a guy with black hair and pale green eyes kneeling down, crossing his legs next to yours. 

“No. Well you are, now.” 

He smiles, the two of you sitting in silence. You watch people swerve around the pool, girls holding hands, people leaning against the chairs, everyone nursing drinks in their hands. 

“I’ve never seen you around here.” 

“Yeah. I don’t really come to these things, I just came here with my friend Jean.” 

He nods, leaning down to feel the temperature of the water. 

“Do you want to play twenty questions?” 

You hike your knees against your chest, tangling your fingers together across. 

“Sure.” 

“Your name is…?” 

“Y/N. Yours?” 

“Marlowe.” 

Right. Hitch’s Marlowe. The guy she was trying to make jealous, the reason Eren was seeing her and not you. Well, not exactly. He said you two were just a mistake but you could have convinced him if she wasn’t in the picture. Semantics. He taps your shoulder and you forget that it’s your turn. 

“You play a sport, Marlowe?” 

“Water Polo.” 

You nod, lightly turning your head to the side. This is wrong. Surely Hitch wouldn’t be the happiest that you were sitting with Marlowe and not her. You can hear the party getting louder behind you and you swear you can hear her screaming in there somewhere. 

“Seeing anyone, Y/N?” 

“Uh, no. You?” 

“Not exactly, Y/N.” 

“I have this friend, I think you’d like her. Her name is-” 

“Hitch?” 

You pause, swallowing as you turn your face to look at him. He’s sitting way too close, an all-knowing look plastered on his face. 

“Yeah.” 

“Thanks for the suggestion. I’m okay, for now. It’s your turn to ask.” 

“Um, okay. Why don’t you want to see Hitch?” 

“Because I’m talking to you.” 

He untangles his legs and stands up, holding out his hand for you to follow. You press your hand into his and he pulls you up, not letting go of your hand as the two of you stand. The party is getting even louder, the sound of voices drowning out the sound of the music. You’re positive you can hear her now. 

“My turn. Do you know a guy named Eren? Plays soccer, green eyes?” 

“Uh, no. Never heard of him.” 

He nods, squinting his eyes at you. He must know Eren’s your roommate. Maybe he’s found out their together and he’s trying to get you to admit it. You let go of his hand, the two of you standing awkwardly by the pool. 

You can’t really tell what he’s getting at, but every part of him irks you out. He’s perfect for Hitch. 

“My turn, Marlowe. Are we done now?” 

“That’s barely even twenty. But fine, one more question.” 

You teeter on the balls of your feet, ready to take off the second he asks his stupid question. He turns to the side, eyeing the window, before asking. 

“When was the last time someone kissed you?” 

Before you can respond, Marlowe crashes into the pool, with Eren suddenly standing at your side. Eren just pushed Marlowe into the fucking pool. You can hear the sound of footsteps behind you - Hitch, Jean, and Marco at your sides. 

Jean and Marco - well wasted beyond their minds - swing their arms around you, slurring as they ask you if you’re okay. Hitch on the other hand is pissed. At Eren. 

“What the hell is your problem, Eren?” 

“Him, Hitch. He was pissing me off.” 

“This wasn’t what I meant when I asked you for help with this Eren. And your stupid roommate wasn’t helping the case either.” 

You feel your eyes widen, as you make eye contact with Hitch, awkwardly crossing your arms across each other. You turn back to Jean, who still isn’t paying attention, instead playing rock paper scissors with Marco on the floor. 

“You want to be with Marlowe so bad, Hitch? Go ahead and join him.” 

He leans over, lightly pushing Hitch into the pool where Marlowe was still watching. He turns to you and ou can tell he’s pissed - that stupid vein on his forehead is showing again. But not in the good way. 

“We’re leaving, Y/N.” 

He grabs the edge of your wrist, dragging you towards the door as you shake on his hand. 

“I drove here with Marco and Jean, Eren. And they’re way too drunk to drive home now.” 

You both turn back, leaning over Marco and Jean. Jean’s way too out of it, but Marco looks up, smiling at the two of you. 

“You guys are so cute. I love your Anakin and Padme costume.” 

Right. Because he took your halo and you took the glittery gun because he kept hitting Jean with it. Eren turns to you, shaking your hand again. 

“Armin will come get them. You and I are leaving. Now.” 

“But how will he even find them? And what about Marco’s car?” 

Eren turns around fully, stopping in the center of the door. He’s pissed, at you now, and you can lightly hear Marlowe and Hitch arguing in the background. 

“You can hear them right? Knowing them, they’re going to walk up in a few seconds and start arguing with you and me. And if he says some shit again, I’m going to do worse than just push him into a fucking pool. You and I are leaving.” 

He tangles his fingers around your wrist again, his touch still gentle, as the two of you file out of the party, making it back to the apartment. 

 - 

Eren doesn’t say anything to you as you walk to the car, when you drive home, or even when you stare at him from the confines of your kitchen. He can tell by the look in your eyes that you’re waiting. For an explanation. 

But he can’t do that can he? Tell you that the reason he pushed Marlowe in the pull and argued with Hitch is because he can’t stand the thought of him being with you? He can see the entire scene in his head, like he has been for the past hour, his anger burning every time he does. 

“Jean, get the fuck up. You too, Marco.” 

They both stand up, half leaning on each other. Totally gone. 

“Eren. Marlowe’s here.” 

He turns to find Hitch at his side, her face scrunched up in anger. Eren waves off Marco and Jean, pushing them towards the kitchen where (he hopes) they’ll find water and sober up a little. There’s no way he’s letting them drive you home, that’s for sure. 

“Where?” 

“With your stupid roommate outside. What is she doing?” 

Eren turns his neck to find you, where he was just about to join you, sitting by the side of the pool. He can see Marlowe sitting next to you, leaning way too close for his liking. He turns back around, pressing his hands against Hitch’s shoulders. 

“Get him to leave. Now.” 

“How the hell am I supposed to do that?” 

He drags Hitch out by the arm, the two of them leaning their necks so they can hear what you and Marlowe are talking about. 

“Seeing anyone, Y/N?” 

That’s enough. Eren moves forward, not exactly sure what he’s going to do, but Hitch stops him, pulling him back by the wrist. 

“What are you doing, Hitch?” 

Hitch digs her fingers into Eren’s wrist, turning to glare at him. 

“What the fuck is she doing?” 

“He asked her the question, Hitch. Shut the fuck up.” 

He’s getting angrier. He can feel it - burning hot, red anger. Because why the fuck is Marlowe talking to you? Asking you if you’re alone? Why are you talking to him when you know he’s here? And why the fuck is Hitch pissed at you like Marlowe’s not the one all over you right now? Don’t you know he’s been waiting for that dance you promised him all night? 

“Not exactly, Y/N.” 

“I have this friend I think you’d like. Her name is-” 

“Hitch?” 

He turns back, his turn to glare at Hitch. 

“See, Hitch. It’s fucking Marlowe. Now go and stop him.” 

“How the fuck am I supposed to stop him? And I have no interest in chasing him.” 

“Get mad. Argue and then kiss and makeup. I don’t give a fuck. Just get him to stop fucking talking to her. Now.” 

“I already told you. I’m not chasing him.”

“This isn’t fucking about you. Do something now or I’ll call the deal off now. I’ve already done more than enough and you can’t do one thing for me?” 

“Why do you even care?” 

He turns his neck again, to find you and Marlowe standing, his hand in yours. He can’t stand it. Your hand in his. Because he doesn’t deserve you. No one does. Because he can’t treat you right and Eren can. He’d praise the ground you walk on if you let him. 

He hears the last question and he can’t take it anymore.

“When was the last time you were kissed?” 

So he does the only thing he can think of. Push Marlowe in the pool. Drag you out of the party, where Hitch and Marlowe and Jean or Marco or anyone can’t talk to you. See you. He hates it. Being possessive, getting jealous. He knows you’re not his. But he can’t fucking stand it. It makes his skin fucking burn thinking of an asshole like Marlowe even touching you, let alone kissing you. 

“Earth to Ren?” 

He looks back up to find you staring at him, awkwardly brushing your hands against your forearms. Right. Because you’re still waiting for a fucking answer and he can’t tell you. Tell you that the thought of another man touching you drives him crazy, that the only person who could touch you right, make you feel good was him. 

“You’re doing that thing again. I can see the steam coming off of your head.” 

He deflates, leaning against the counter as he watches you. You’re moving from the side, pressing the glass of water in your hand to the dispenser in the kitchen. It’s pissing him off even more. The thought of someone seeing you like this - bedhead in the morning, focused when you’re doing your makeup, half asleep on the couch. He can’t fucking stand it. 

“So. Do you want to talk about it?” 

“No.” 

“Okay, Darth Vader. No need to growl at me.” 

Fuck. Everything is pissing him off. Everything. 

“Let’s think about something else, yeah? We don’t have to talk about it just….stop being so pissy.” 

You’re at his side, circling the glass of water in your hand. 

“Fine. The answer to the question. What was it?” 

“What question, Ren?” 

“The one Marlowe asked you. Before I pushed him in the pool.” 

When was the last time you were kissed? In the bathroom, when Eren had his lips pressed to your neck. 

“A real kiss, Y/N.” 

Eren Yeager, mind reader.

“Oh. Um. A while ago, maybe a year? It was back when I was dating Floch.” 

Eren turns his neck, his eyes flashing at you as you look at him. He looks less angry, his eyes more concerned than murderous like they were a few seconds ago. 

“I don’t even think I can remember. I don’t know - he never really liked that stuff. Affection, compliments, all that.” 

“Did you ask him to? Do that stuff?”

“At first, yeah. But he never did.” 

Now he’s even more pissed. Because an asshole wanting to kiss you, him doing it all wrong is infuriating enough. But the fact that you had to ask someone to do it? He’d literally drop on his fucking knees if you gave him the chance and you had to ask someone for it? 

Eren does the only thing he can. The only thing he knows how to do. He wraps his arms around you, tucking your face against his neck as he holds you. 

It was either this or kissing you, full on like he wanted to. But he can’t really do that. So hugging it is. He hears you murmur against his shoulder, your arms pressing against his back. 

“S’okay Eren. What are you so mad about?” 

“You said we didn’t have to talk about it. And no. It’s not.” 

“We don’t. But I think this is less about whatever happened and more about whatever just-” 

He tightens his grip on you, the pressure of his arms silencing you. 

“I’m mad because you should be kissed. Often. And by someone who knows how. Like they can’t get enough of you, like you’re the air they breathe, like you’re inventing kissing just by putting your lips together.”

Shit. He said too much. 

You stand in silence, staring at him as he finishes talking. Oh he messed up big time. 

He watches the smile spread across your face, your eyes still in the dim light of the kitchen. Stupid fucking glitter. He’s going to go into the bathroom and throw it out. 

“Didn’t realize you cared so much, Ren.” 

He doesn’t respond. 

“Why do you?” 

“Why do I what?” 

“Care so much, Eren?” 

You watch him constrict his fists again, his jaw clenched.

“Selfish reasons.” 

You walk up to the counter where he’s leaning over, lacing your arm through his. You push your hands into his fists, forcing him to stop clenching his hands so hard. You can tell his anger is dissipating, his shoulders slowly tensing as you touch him. 

“Selfish reasons?” 

“I don’t want to see you unhappy or anything. You’re like...my best friend right now. Is it so weird that I want you to be happy?” 

You smile, leaning your head against his shoulder. Fucking idiot. 

“No, Ren. It’s not weird.” 

You both stand like that for a while, your head pressed against his shoulder. He’s still tense, his heart pounding against your ear. 

“So I say all this nice shit to you and you have nothing to say back?” 

“Nope.” 

“Nothing at all.” 

You shake your head, watching him begrudingly smile at you as you two smile In the kitchen. You stand there for a while, the anger, awkwardness, wearing off. It’s just you two, standing in the light of your kitchen. 

“You promised me a dance. You never even gave me one, Ren.” 

“I’m not riding up on you, Y/N.” 

“I’m heartbroken.” 

You both laugh and Eren leans over, grabbing your phone from the side. He puts a song on - I Won’t Dance by Fred Astaire - and holds his hands out. You lean forward, knotting your hands behind his back as he presses his hands to your waist.

“You know Fred Astaire, Ren?” 

“Old timey shit. My parents love it.” 

You tangle your hands behind his neck, the two of you dancing in the dim light of your kitchen. 

You hate this. That you want to lick all his wounds, hold him till his anger goes away. That you want to dance like this in the kitchen with him, all the time. 

He hates this. That it’s this easy for you to fix it all for him. For you to make it better. That he wants to hold you, make you feel good every night. 

Do you love each other? 

- 

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[frostbite-the-bat]

no but genuinely. i love shadow filbo dearly. he means a lot to me.

he marks a time for me where i began embracing what i like just... for the sake of it!

he embodies the things that inspired me to draw online in the first place. hell, sparklecat characters with bangs have made me stop cutting my hair. i haven't cut my hair properly since. just because i wanted the same bangs, not knowing how hair works. now i have what is best described as messy fluttershy hair. to many people just how long my hair is, is what defines me when they see me and my hair is in a way special to me.

and again - he was what inspired me to draw. in class i'd be drawing my own sparklecats at the age of like 8, with bangs and wings and little companions that sit on clouds that rain hearts. (and bolts and skulls when ANGRY!)

i put rainbows on everything. i thought nyan cat was the embodiment of everything good in the world. i listened to nightcore versions of songs only. i say, as i am listening to nightcore, right now.

because of all these old classic animation memes and sparklefurs and silly scene and emo song flash animations i'd find... i'd pick up ms paint and draw. i imagined just how i'd animate, finding even the simplest methods absolutely mesmerising. there is something to be said about me being this young with internet access - because it very much so had it's negative effects. not me watching fetish videos at the age of 8 just because it had pokemon in it. yea that did not have any lasting effects.

but despite all this shit - it raised me! and even just a few years later... like.. 2015 when i began posting online on deviantart for the first time, not being just a lurker... learning how The Computer works better - not only drawing on paper anymore and gaining more and more interest towards digital art... i was already nostalgic towards these earlier days. but still living IN it, y'know?

just having fun, doing my own thing! isn't that what art is all about?

well. then the cringe culture nation attacked. severe bullying at school. and in general, just shame - which i am still fighting in certain aspects. but it's a bit more complicated than just "shame". (more so fear of Things.)

i'd look back at things with either genuine "cringe" or a distaste. how DARE these people have fun? because deep down, i was simply jealous.

if i was going to reference anything old like this, like classic animation memes, it was framed as "JOKE" "NOT SERIOUS" because i feared i would be harassed, made fun of, or people would thing THAT is the best of my artistic abilities. but... it's not like that.

and now, more and more people are embracing this. and it makes me so happy. and shadow filbo helped me fight off these fears a lot and just let me love what i love and be myself.

maybe it's not an ""aesthetic"" that completely defines me, maybe it IS a tik tok trend to do nowadays - but i don't care. without any of this i wouldn't be here. those were my first inspirations. silly colorful cats animated to crunchy mp3s of songs using movie maker and 3 (three!) frames drawn in ms paint. it had so much charm. it had so much genuinity. and i could feel it even back then.

without it i might've not been here as i am now. there are so many things that go into this, of course. but i simply would not be the exact way i am. and i dunno. that's something to think about.

thank you so much, shadow filbo. one "mistake" with you i've had was thinking i should be a good creator of something and respond to every fan and fanart, which only stressed me out. i have... opinions! about being recognized in various places and, as some dub, a "NICHE INTERNET MICROCELEBRITY" (nothing against you fox </3).... yeah! not a fan.

another mistake was dubbing him as a "joke" always. and... he is! he is humorous! i am a jokey person! i like crunchy shitposts! i like being the reason people laugh! i will go to certain levels to even ridicule myself just for the bit, and i don't mind it. i'm hyper(active) and i am just a jokey person, that's that. but... him being called a joke was honestly just a shield from people taking him too seriously.

if people were to mock me for being nostalgic for nightcore, and rainbows, and edgy amvs, sparkledogs, scene culture and clothes, rave songs... all this!

but... no! people loved it! people loved it so much, it moved THEM to create art!

me, referencing things that made ME inspired to draw all those years ago - then inspired OTHERS to draw other things. to embrace themselves. to have fun. to connect.

it means so much to me. it's a bit odd to comprehend, too.

but it means the world to me. sorry if i am ever annoying about shadow filbo, and is often the first thing i bring up when bugsnax is brought up - but he is the highlight of my experience with bugsnax.

thank you so much, shadow filbo. and me and my wretched little claws, of course. for making them. and those that inspired me. those old friends i lost along the way, too. and those, that inspired those that inspired me. and so forth.

thank you.

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Yuma Dark [Epilogue]

Monologue

I still vividly remember,

the tanks drawing closer with a roaring sound.

ーー As well as how my precious compared,

were ripped away from me,

by the onslaught of bullets fired from those machines.

It was Lucks, who told me to look up at the sky.

The soldiers working for the state army, killing us,

as well as we, being massacred by them.

we all live underneath the sky.

Underneath that sky, we’re all equal.

Those were...his final words.

ー Yuma wakes up in his room

Yuma: ...

*Rustle*

Yuma: ...A dream, huh? 

( I wonder why I still had a dream of back then...? )

Yui: ...Nn...

Yuma: ( ...Right. I guess we did talk ‘bout my leader and the others yesterday. )

Yui: Zz...Zz...

Yuma: Hah, look at that sloppy expression. I wonder what she’s dreamin’ ‘bout...?

ー Yuma looks outside the window at the sky

Yuma: ( ーー On that day when my friends passed away. I lost many things dear to me. )

( For better or worse, I was the sole suvivor as I was taken to an orphanage afterwards...Which is where I met Ruki and the others. )

( I looked death in the eyes once more, but was saved by Karlheinz-sama...Which ultimately led to meetin’ Yui. )

( There were times where I wished I would have met my end alongside my comrades, but now I no longer feel that way. )

( ...However, to this day, there’s a part of me which still wants to give them the final send-off they deserve. )

( I just think it’s no fair that they had to rot there by the side of road, never given a proper place to rest. )

( They might have been mere street rats, they did everythin’ they could to survive. )

ー The scene shifts to the entrance hall of the Sakamaki manor

Reiji: ...Look what the cat dragged in. 

ー Shuu walks up to him

Reiji: Shuu...So you have returned home. ...Excuse me, why do you look like that? Do you have no shame?

Shuu: Leave me alone. 

Reiji: Haah...Do as you want, but please do not cause us trouble. You are our King after all.

Shuu: ...

Reiji: ...? Is something the matter?

Shuu: Do you also...want to be the heir?

Reiji: Hah? Why are you asking that all of a sudden? Did you hit your head somewhere, perhaps?

Shuu: Don’t dodge the question. I’m being serious here.

Reiji: ...What a strange guy you are.

For one, your question is incorrectly phrased. This is not an issue of ‘wanting’ or ‘not wanting’ something.

What truly matters is whether you are suitable or not. It is the former heir who gets to decide, and Father chose to pass his powers down to you.

I would be lying if I said that I do not feel at least the slightest bit ashamed that he did not deem me most fit, but there is no point in being upset about that now.

In most cases, you will find that simply wanting something is often not enough to also be qualified for it.

Shuu: ...I see.

ー Shuu walks away

Reiji: By the way, Shuu. Where have you been this whole tiーーShuu!

...Good grief. What is that deadbeat’s problem?

Laito: Maybe something is actually weighing heavy on his mind for once?

Reiji: Laito...You were watching?

Laito: I guess it’d be more correct I was eavesdropping? Well, I guess Shuu finally came to the realization as well.

That there are people out there who want the thing which he wishes to get rid of. 

Reiji: ...I wonder.

ー The scene shifts to Kino’s manor

Kino: Haahー ...I guess I messed up.

Yuuri: What are you talking about?

Kino: About Shuu. I wanted to stir up some trouble, you see. 

I decided to mess with him in hopes of causing a rift between those two.

But don’t you think that I might have actually brought the Sakamakis and the Mukamis closer together instead? 

Yuuri: That’s not how I perceived it.

Kino: Not on the rooftop. But you heard their conversation afterwards, didn’t you?

After seeing those tears and hearing all those things, don’t you think he’ll most likely change his mind?

Yuuri: ...

Kino: Yuuri? Hey, are you listening?

Yuuri: I am.

Even if you are correct, that is not an issue. We still have our trump card after all.

And even without it, I believe that it will not be all too difficult to sway the Sakamaki’s heir’s heart a certain way.

Kino: Haha, you’re right. That guy seems emotionally frail. 

I mean, that’s exactly why I am very much looking forward to breaking him...Fufu.

 ー The scene shifts back to Yuma’s room

Yui: ...Nn...

*Rustle rustle* 

Yui: Yuma-kun, good morning...

( ...Huh? He’s not here...I suppose I’ll go take a look at his garden. )

...Hm?

( What’s this scent? It smells kind of burnt... )

...! Could it be a fire!?

ー Yui sprints to the kitchen

Yuma: ...Why did it burn?

Yui: Yuma-kun!!

Yuma: Oh, ya woke up! Breakfast is almost ready to be served!

Yui: Now’s not the time for that! There’s a fire somewheーー Wait, breakfast...?

Yuma: I was aimin’ for a soft-boiled egg but I ended up burnin’ it instead. Oh well, I’ll eat this one.

Yui: Breakfast...You made it?

Yuma: Didn’t I just say that?

Yui: ( So that’s where the burnt smell was coming from? It wasn’t a fire... )

A-Are you alright?

Yuma: I’m no master chef like Ruki, but I’m perfectly capable of cookin’ breakfast. Come on, ya go take a seat.

Yui: ( W-Will he actually be okay...? )

ー The scene shifts to the living room

Yuma: How’s it? Good?

Yui: Yes, it’s delicious. It looks...very bombastic though.

Yuma: This is how a real man cooks! Ruki’s the odd one out. Come on, have some more. I made plenty.

We might not be able to sit down and have a meal like this once we get back to Eden.

Yui: We’re going back already?

Yuma: Yeah. No point in stayin’ here any longer, is there?

Yui: ( I guess he gave up on Shuu-san after all then... )

Yuma: ...I know what ya wanna say.

Yui: Eh? 

Yuma: It’s written all over yer face. Ya want to ask me what I’ll do ‘bout Shuu, right?

Let’s just...forget ‘bout him.

We don’t have the time until he finally decides to change his mind. We just gotta fix it ourselves somehow.

Yui: ...Yeah.

*Ding・dong*

Yui: Ah...A visitor?

Yuma: This early? ...Smells fishy.

Yui, ya stay here. I’ll go open the door.

...That bein’ said, I guess it’s dangerous to leave ya behind. Come with me after all.

It’d suck if somebody were to snatch ya away the second I take my eyes off ya.

That Kino seems like the type of guy who’d rely on cheap tricks like that.

*Ding・dong*

Yuma: Oh shut up, I’ll be right there! ...Come on, let’s go. Don’t leave my side.

Yui: Okay.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

[lemony-snickers]

Y/N watching 365 days or 50 shades of grey you pick with Kakashi, and see how it goes from there ; ) (fem reader plz) (NSFW)

hey there anon.  i owe you two apologies.  first, because this request came in july of last year.  second, because i actually do not like either of these movies a;dslfjasd;lfs (or at least, i don’t like the 50 shades book and have never watched the adaptation).  as such, this probably isn’t at all what you were looking for (in fact, i know it isn’t because there is no nsfw included).  so, perhaps, in that regard at least, it’s a good thing i ended up taking so long to write it because you probably won’t ever see it.  if you do, tho, i hope you know i didn’t intend to fail you it just sort of... happened.

Title:  Netflix & Chilly Summary:  Kakashi invites you over for a movie night, but it doesn’t quite go as he planned. Word Count:  950 Warnings:  no pronouns used, but written with fem!reader in mind as requested, failed attempts at humor, beleaguered kakashi, kakashi has bad taste in movies, swearing, some suggestive content .

Kakashi settled back against the cushions of the couch, one arm draped lazily around your shoulders. The characters on screen stared at one another intently, the feeling in the room electrifying as they undressed. Kakashi had been sure to keep the lighting in his apartment dim, a few candles providing ample illumination as you watched the television.

He scooted subtly closer, thigh pressed firmly against yours as Christian began binding Anastasia’s wrists together.  This was his chance; the moment he’d been waiting for.  This scene was the best in the whole movie—not to mention the sexiest, in Kakashi’s very nearly expert opinion.

He knew this would be the perfect opportunity to turn your cozy date night into something a little more exciting.

Eyes still trained on the screen, he began leaning closer as Anastasia was blindfolded.  He wanted to time this just right, so his teeth would scrape over your jaw at the same moment Christian first put the ice cube to Anastasia’s skin and she gasped.

Luckily, Kakashi’s timing was off by about a half-second because as soon as Christian began dragging the cube down his lover’s body, you snorted.  “What a fucking load of garbage.”

Kakashi pulled back and failed to keep the incredulity out of his expression when he turned to look at you.

“Excuse me?”

You smirked.  “You really think this is hot?” you gestured toward the television, “I mean, they’re spending more time showing us the ice cube than anything even remotely resembling good sex.”

Kakashi leaned away from you, removing his arm from your shoulders.  “You haven’t liked… any of it?”

Your face morphed into a mixture of amusement and concern.  “Are you kidding me?  This movie is terrible, I though that’s why you wanted to watch it.”

Even the sound of Christian firmly slapping Anastasia’s ass could not dispel Kakashi’s disappointment or draw his attention back to the movie.  You did, however, return your gaze to the screen, only to roll your eyes.

“Let me guess, she’s gonna cum in like thirteen seconds and consider him a god because he fucked her a little roughly from behind.”

Kakashi’s heart sank into his stomach as he settled back in place, arms folded over his chest instead of wrapped around you.

Maybe this wasn’t going to go as smoothly as he’d hoped.

By the time the movie finished—with no shortage of vibrant and derisive commentary from you—you were nearly in a fit of tears, you were laughing so hard at the film’s absurdity.

Kakashi wondered how many times you were going to pulverize one of his favorite flicks before you finally took mercy and put him out of protracted misery.

“Well,” he said, “some of us like that movie.”

He knew he was being petulant, but he couldn’t help it!  He’d invited you over tonight hoping to get you turned on, not so he could listen to you try out your own private stand-up comedy routine.  Kakashi liked you; he thought you were smart and funny and attractive, it’s why he’d asked you out in the first place.

Okay, so maybe the whole wanna watch a movie hadn’t been the most original concept on the planet, but he figured it would make his intentions pretty clear, especially when he put on the first movie (which, yes, he’d also hoped would be the last).  If you’d turned him down, he wouldn’t have cared, but to shred a passionate masterpiece in the process?

He didn’t even want to cuddle with you anymore.  He felt violated by your derision for his preferred genre of entertainment and shuddered to think what you might say if you ever watched 365 Days with him or got ahold of his smutty romance novel collection.  The chilly reception you were likely to give Icha Icha Paradise was enough for Kakashi to feel like Christian Grey was dragging an ice cube over his own abdomen.

You tried to pull him out of his sour thoughts by bumping your shoulder against his.  But when he turned to look at you, you were wearing the same smug grin you’d used to tease him about how awful the relationship was in the movie—“the worst depiction of a Dom/sub dynamic I’ve ever seen!”—so instead of making things better, it only served to deepen his pout.

The man was heartbroken! What did you expect?

“Come on, Kakashi, don’t sulk,” you teased.  But he would not be deterred.  He had plans! He thought he was being so clever inviting you over to watch a sexy movie!  He thought you’d be squirming on the couch, ready to rip his clothes off and have your way with him by the end of the second act!

Kakashi’s petulant thoughts stopped the moment your knees suddenly caged his thighs and you cupped his face in your hands.  The infuriatingly teasing smirk on your face was still there, but apparently, he didn’t mind it as much when you were straddling him.

“You know, if you wanted to fuck, you could’ve just asked,” you said, and Kakashi felt his cheeks heat under your intense scrutiny.  “No need for theatrics,” you promised, biting your lip to try and temper your growing smile, “Or awful movies.”

He squirmed beneath you, muttering an excuse and cursing the way his body responded when you ground your hips down.

You just giggled at his discomfort, leaning forward to put your mouth next to his ear, your hot breath fanning over it as you whispered, “If you want to see what good sex looks like, I’d be happy to show you.”

Kakashi groaned, utterly at your mercy.  Perhaps his plan hadn’t been a total failure after all.

[spookyheaad]

More art goodies!!

I got some KenUno stuff, and some Tesoro art for his birthday ☺️

@p-riama @girlwiththepapatattoo @goldenshowman

I’ll do Tesoro first because it’s his day 😤 (by the time I post this it’ll already be the 25th but I don’t care; hbd Tesoro babes)

I was actually making this to submit for my One Piece Music zine application, I ended up only using the middle image (purple background) because it looked the best to me. I wanted to push myself in terms of playing with color, so I made a bunch of scenes where Tesoro is performing. I love drawing him perform, it’s good anatomy/gesture practice.

I was also going to add stuff to the background but it became tedious, and I was on a time crunch to submit the app. Maybe I’ll revisit this…

Something for fun! I always use Tesoro for practice, whether it be facial expression, gestures, hands (I will NOT forget how the animators focused on his hands in the movie, there were so many shots of his hands like holy fuck. I ain’t complaining tho), etc. I love drawing him enraged tho, because it’s such a fun emotion to portray! And with Tesoro it kinda fits, with all he’s been through.

Ok ok, so Have A Nice Life (one of my favorite bands) released a demo of one of their songs, Sisyphus, and I listened to it for hours. I was inspired to sketch an idea for the Tesoro/Stella fic. Another hallucination; Tesoro sees himself all grotesque (possibly bloodied and mutilated) in the mirror. Chose to incorporate some of the lyrics with it as well. Love how this one came out too!!

Ok, KenUno time 😏

This is all Modern/Actor AU stuff; this shit is helping me with the stress of packing my shit and moving; it’s so fun to come up ideas and imagine the two of them being silly and happy!! This larger sketch is the both of them winding down for the night; Unohana is admiring Kenny, who for all we know, is fucking talking abt Star Wars (nerd).

The smaller sketch is Kenny now admiring Unohana, who is disheveled and wearing his shirt; she just woke up. Pre-coffee Unohana. Of course no matter how she looks, he still adores his wife ☺️

Messing with his hair again, also just an excuse to practice drawing his back muscles. Still trying to figure out placements for his tattoos…

They keep making each other laugh during the filming of the Muken fight. Also Kenny calling Unohana “Uno”. Need it to happen. Top right is self explanatory :)

More kisses!!!! The top kiss, you bet he’s carrying Unohana. And the bottom one was, once more, back anatomy practice. It turned into an intimate little kiss.

And a bonus Kenny in a Muppets shirt & dad hat?? Why not! (He’s either just arrived on set, or is done for the day & going home)

[eisforeidolon]

https://www.tumblr.com/eisforeidolon/728741971448954880/it-also-needs-to-be-reiterated-that-bi-lighting

You already covered this really well, but a little extra discussion on "bi lighting," and how stupid it would be as a way to demonstrate a characters sexuality. For one thing, say in the bar scene in season 15 of Supernatural where Dean is visiting his old friend. He’s not the only person in that scene, so is everyone in that scene bi?

Also, I know that filmmakers use colors to evoke moods and make us feel things, to draw focus, etc, but that being said, 8% of men and 1 in 200 women (according to a quick Google search) are colorblind. So, they are going to use color cues only to tell us someone is bi, but not actually make them, you know, attracted to the same sex at all, but just use the color as a clue. I get that not a huge amount of people are colorblind, but I know quite a few who are, myself included. But still, show runners are going to do things like put characters in "bi colored shirts" and light them with "bi lighting" but not actually say it out loud? Not to mention, I am sure there is a considerable amount of the general audience who won’t automatically knows the colors of the bi flag, and if they don't know them off the top of their head, they’ll have no reason to look up color choices of shirts and stage lights to check. So, now colorblind people and people unfamiliar with the bi flag colors aren’t going to know your character is "bi." That’s not the entire audience, of course, so maybe that’s fine, but then you also have the people who just watch a show to enjoy it and aren’t actively looking for parallels or clues about characters. These viewers are just, you know, watching the show. They are doing this crazy thing where they watch the action and listen to what the characters say (not what they wear unless it funny, out of character or otherwise stands out in some way) to find out information about the characters.

Anyway, I don’t have anything profound to add, just wanted to add weight to the absurdity of big lighting, and help demonstrate why hellers are delusional.

It doesn't need to be a profound addition to make it worth continuing a discussion. I mean, I don't think I was saying anything really new in the first place, but sometimes, especially in a fandom so full of really bad interpretation? I think it's a good idea to keep pointing out all the ways it obviously all falls apart if you actually look at it.

At the end of the day, it just comes back down to the fact that subtext and symbolism simply don't work like that. You don't tell a story ONLY through symbols that could potentially have a multitude of other meanings (if they're significant at all) and ONLY count in terms of one of many characters they could apply to. You don't tell a story ONLY through symbols large parts of the audience will not catch - or may not even be able to catch. You definitely don't tell an extended story ONLY in the subtext contradicting the directly told main narrative. These kinds of theories always rely on a fundamentally flawed and frankly bonkers assumption a canon's writers are telling a secret hidden story that will only be satisfying for the fraction of super special people in the audience *cough* clever and dedicated enough to decipher it being hinted at for years and years without materializing in the actual narrative. In this case, a CW tv show's writers where the previously on segments made it clear they sometimes didn't trust the audience to remember what happened an episode ago writing a hidden story across fifteen fucking seasons (since they insist there were totes hints in the first three, too). Yeah.

I admit there's an evil troll part of me that almost wants to go write a D/C fic where Dean and Castiel treat each other just as they do in canon, but I constantly include background detail nonsense like bi lighting from their meta. Then in literally only one line at the end of the final of many long chapters, apropos of literally nothing building to it, shove in something vaguely romantic and just end the fic. Because I'm sure they know damn well that would be an absolutely shit excuse for a story, and wouldn't be shy about saying so - if it was divorced from their campaign of "proving" their ship totes exists (or they deserved for it to exist) in the canon. But I won't because I'm lazy and not that much of a dick.

[dojae-huh]

Lost boys: director interview

An interview with the director of Lost boys: part1, part2, part3, part4, part5

It is better to watch the videos, but I will summarise facts in case the episodes will be deleted due to copyright or smth.

He is working on a new film, maybe he will cast one of the members. Won't be surprised if Jungwoo.

He got handwritten letters from NCT fans, many thanked him, but he also had death threats (got closer to the idols after the experience, I bet).

Each member prepared several stories for their interviews. The final aired stories were chosen through a discassion with neos.

Jaehyun said that after the debut an idol is like a racehorse with focus on the present, who easily forgets the past and where it is.

The loss of memory (of the pre-debut life). Lost boys not remembering their past was the main theme of the series.

Some of the memebrs thanked the director for the opportunity to look at their past, understand how far they've come, where they came from. It was theraputic.

The members wanted to share more, but censorship for the image.

There were sasaengs in US that followed the car with the members that brought them to the shooting location one by one. The filming crew had to switch the car. And in Korea the writing team went to extra measures out of fear that there will be leaks. The producer burnt the notes that contained private details from the interviews with the members, he got so paranoid.

The production team ended up becoming practically stans, because to understand their subjects better they listened to NCT 127 music, looked into hobbies, favourite colours, and so on.

The director's favourite scene was with Jungwoo, and it was cut out.

The documentary took more than a year to finish. Which was a very short time for the genre, according to the producer and the director.

There were a lot of easter eggs, many of which fans didn't find.

Taeyong and Jaehyun both explained to the director that they have a public and a private lives and personas, and both are true and are a part of them.

General impression of the neos: very honest and thoughtful.

All members were tired during filming because their life is non-stop work.

Johnny is comedian-funny, Jaehyun is awkward weird-funny, nad Mark is unintenionally funny.

Jaehyun remembers his trainee days in a fun day, he learnt a lot, he wouldn't mind coming back to those days. However, he wouldn't want to go through the first two post-debut years, the time of transition, when his private life became public life. (Worth mentioning, it was the time of DoJae problems and the need to hide a lot from the group and fake good mood on the shows).

Taeyong had a taugh time in high school (the degree wasn't shown in the documentary) and during trainie times.

Yuta's animation sequence was cut. Yuta was too honest in his off-record interview.

The director thought that Haechan seemed the most grown up and sounded like a 70 y.o. wise man.

All of 127 neos were better than most Korean actors (not high profile).

Haechan's reaction to a message from his mom was real, it was the first time he heard the recording.

Neos did drawings for Johnny in "secret rooms" during concerts. To keep the preparation unnoticed by Johnny.

Taeil drew Johnny twice, one time as a ghost to represent soulmate.

Taeyong has a hard time relating to people (empathising, I guess). Taeyong said in the 7th year after debut he learnt how to love. Tae's presence in other neos' stories represented the absence of a barrier between him and the members, him wanting to understand others more.

Taeyong was rejected by his first love, so he had a fear of confessing to other people afterwards.

The director mentioned that on his radio show Yuta said he was surprised about the stories of other members (he didn't know, no surprise here).

The cards with a green cross in neos' stories represented Tae saying "I love you" to other members. The monologue about children wearing masks of adults was by Tae, not the scriptwriters.

Doyoung compares music with light. Singing helped him to overcome the hard period in middle school, get over it.

The beach and the ocean were important for Doyoung, his solo singing part. (the documentary was shot 1-2 years before the 1st solo album, meaning, Doyoung decided on the theme already back then)

The director picked a different song for Doyoung to sing, but Doyoung offered "Run with me?" instead. (lol, of course)

Doyoung and Taeil sang live, their voices were recorded with normal mics that are used on filming locations (and the music was playing only in their earpieces).

The director gave a direction in the middle of shooting Do's solo segment, asked him to connect somehow his acting to his past, and Do said he wanted to act as himself, be natural, be honest. (lol, again)

The director said that neos were very candid, which he won't expect from some other k-pop groups he knows. And that some neos are exactly bts as they appear before the cameras. Especially Mark.

Jaehyun's stand up comedy segment was edited heavily, a lot of funny stuff didn't make the final cut. The director think that Jaehyun in the scene of preparing for his stand up (in the room with a lady) was more funny than the show before the audience.

The director thinks Jaehyun has a serious personality. (and that it makes a great contrast with when he says jokes).

Jaehyun was preparing for the stand up segment for 4 hours. The director was very impressed, because it is very long, and neos are so busy. (again, nothing new to discover here, heh)

Jae memorised his script easily and even watched the show of the comedian before him, he wasn't nervous or pressured. The audience was real, not actors, 70% random people and 30% NCT fans.

When a scripted joke didn't lend, Jaehyun sighed heavily and theatrically, improvising, and got the audience laughing. He changed his lines a bit to adjust to what the audience was saying.

The whole filming team was swooning over Jaehyun because he was like "a cute little boy". He was known for being the perfect one (looks, dance, voice), the most popular member, but in real life he was himself, and noone called him "handsome" or "cool". To everyone he looked "cute" while preparing for his role and getting embarrased when messing up. The director called him an open book. (duh)

Yuta lives like a normal Korean citizen: walks on the streets, takes subway, etc. That's why his dance was shot in a metro car, among regular people.

The director asked neos if they think Jaehyun is handsome (for his introduction segment), Doyoung replied "I think he is the most handsome in the group". (lmao, the director even remembered and highlighted this. Do's prince...) Yuta answered: "I'm envious".

"Will be" song was chosen by Taeil.

Description of neos in one word: Mark - pure-hearted; Haechan 0 genius; Yuta - coolest (and honest); Taeil - alien (he needs many words to describe him); Jaehyun - misunderstood, Doyoung - kind, Jungwoo - sweetheart; Johnny - hilarious (=fucking funny); Taeyong - Peter Pan (and charisma).

Haechan got the assigments right away, acted very well, perfectly matched his current voice with the voice of his younger self for a scene. The director said Haechan was destined to be an entertainer, he was born to do it.

Yuta is cool because he is honest and stays himself, Taeil is an alien because he was asking the director random stuff (like stories from the past) between takes, was sincerely curious.

Jaehyun said "If you are truthfull enough, people will see it" (hard to be sure what rumours the director meant, but maybe how Jae "doesn't liek the fans" and writes on bubble seldom).

The director had similar experience to Jae (moved from US to SK) and to Do (was very popular and then due to rumours was bullied in a form of being treated with silence, like he didn't exist)

[thatsnotmygunflash]

13. what’s a common writing tip that you almost always follow? 17. What do you do when writing becomes difficult? (maybe a lack of inspiration or writers block) 40. If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see? 44. What mistakes do you keep making no matter how many times your beta corrects you? (asked with love, friend!) 😊 54. What’s your favorite part about the fanfiction writing process? 56. What’s something about your writing that you pride yourself on?

13. What's a common writing tip that you almost always follow?

Short sentences are more powerful than long sentences, as are shorter paragraphs. I have a hard time reading huge chunks of information being dumped in the middle of a conversation and then having to go back up and re-read the last part of the conversation because I got so wrapped up in their thoughts. I play things out like I’m watching tv and when I watch tv I’m very guilty of listening more than watching. Words have always been an assault for me, I hear too much in people’s voices and see too much in their eyes, so it’s best to pick one or the other. My writing has unintentionally been affected by that mentality.

17. What do you do when writing becomes difficult? (maybe a lack of inspiration or writers block)

When I have inspiration (and the right playlist) I never let it go to waste, I’m in deep for hours at a time. When I get to the point where I’ve changed a sentence more than three times, I can usually tell I need a break. I like to walk away or work on something else for a bit and come back with fresh eyes. If that doesn't work and I’m still just staring at the screen I'll go watch TV, play video games, or read something that is similar to what I'm working on. If I’m still not feeling it I’ll take a break for a week or so and come back refreshed.

40. If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

I was just thinking about this! I have ideas for Citizen Cold’s new gear and I'm dying for someone who can actually draw to help me bring it to life! I'd also go insane for a drawing of Barry from their first video chat with the 'Team Cold' shirt and the sun bathing him in light. The polaroids as well of course! Oh, it'd be so amazing to see! But wait, look at me, not even thinking about Len at his desk twirling the phone cord! There’s so many good snapshots I can think of in my head, you don’t know how desperate I am to see them in real life.

44. What mistakes do you keep making no matter how many times your beta corrects you? (asked with love, friend!) 😊

Oh God, okay first I want you to know I’m so so so so sorry. It took a lot of courage on my part to even contact you because I know. I know. I’m a mess. You know first hand I need a refresher course in punctuation. I don't know what's wrong with me, the rules just never seem to stick in my head. Every time I think I’ve got it right I’m proven wrong. It’s like high school math all over again. On an average day (not writing) I usually read anywhere from 6 to 10 hours. I should understand better how to properly place a comma or a period. I don’t want to talk about my spelling or vocabulary, so you’re just gonna get another apology. I’m really sorry.

54. What’s your favorite part about the fanfiction writing process?

Getting to share my work with others. 😊 It’s always in the back of my head to find a different hobby besides writing, something more fulfilling, but I think it’s really just the lack of interaction and feedback that fuels those thoughts. I’ve always loved writing. It always makes me happy to see people have commented or just read my work. I’ve posted in other fandoms and have a few fics that have done fairly well, but none of them are very active fandoms nowadays. It’s really nice to know that I’m not the only one who loves writing and reading either. I can connect to people here who share an interest I’m eager to talk about since I don’t really tell anyone about my writing in my personal life.

56. What’s something about your writing that you pride yourself on?

I like to think I'm pretty good at constructing new worlds and creating something you can really get lost in, but I’m my own worst enemy when it comes to writing. I’ll create whole new worlds with timelines that span hundreds of years and complex characters that you’d just fall in love with then when it’s time to write the story I’ll just…lose interest suddenly and start something else. Posting IWEBTFATFY was a goal I had set for myself in hopes of breaking that recent streak. I’m very happy to have written 78,000 words and not been too scared to post it in fear it wasn’t going to be good enough. I’ve become very invested in this universe and have a lot of hopes for it. With the right motivation and determination I think I could create something incredible.

[la-folie-a-deux]

Force of Gravity (Din x Reader)- Chapter 1: Birds of a Feather

A/N: Hey everyone! I am so excited to finally share this little story with you! This was originally supposed to be a miniseries to be the companion of Shatter by my bestie, the incredibly talented @kyberblade but I have lots of ideas and I already love our main kiddos more than words can say so please be prepared for probably lots of these two. I also want to thank Kristen for all of her help throughout the writing process and editing. She is the reason I got the courage to write my first ever story and I can’t express my gratitude to her enough. You’re the best 💖 I also want to say a big thank you to @firefly-graphics for making the dividers I use. They are so pretty, I can’t stop looking at them

NOTE: I do not own the Star Wars franchise, the dividers, the gifs, or Ti Jyrr, I just love them and wanted to make something with them. Please support their original creators.

Word Count: 3,862

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Now listening to: Gravity/Run to You and Wildest Dreams

As far as the eye could see, there were nothing but extravagant twirling gowns and sharply dressed gentlemen. A beautiful melody playing set the mood, or maybe it was the lighting, even the quiet murmurs of the members of society that were mingling on the sides of the ballroom could’ve been the cause of such a lively and exciting event.

You hated it.

But of course you couldn’t decline Cara’s request of joining her at the Queen’s annual ball to celebrate the beginning of courting season. Well, you could but you didn’t think that having to face the wrath of your lifelong best friend nor the society’s endless gossip was worth it so here you are.

Standing behind a pillar with a glass of too tart lemonade in a white dress that was much too formal and your hair carefully piled up with too many hairpins digging into your scalp, you were trying to keep all attention off of you. You were perfectly content to have not a single name on your dance card for the entire evening, in fact it was your goal. Maybe if Cara stayed distracted dancing with every handsome suitor that she drew in with a bat of her long lashes then she wouldn’t notice you slipping away into a much quieter space in the palace. Anywhere was much better than being here. Of course, you would not be so fortunate to have those goals met tonight.

Her mother fretted over both of you finding a man with a good title and family to settle down with since you were taken in after your parents met their untimely deaths when you were the young age of ten. Every time you two would return home from another ball with no callers the next day, you received quite the earful of lamenting and scolding remarks about how you'll both end up spinsters. Oh, how Lady Dune couldn’t stand the very idea of that happening to her girls. Not that she would be deterred from doing as she pleased when left to her own devices.

That’s definitely not to say that Cara would allow you the luxury of participating in the same freedoms. That was just a silly thought.

“Ti, I know you think you’re being sneaky hiding behind there but I know every single one of your hiding spots. Come out from there,” she demanded softly as to not make a scene or draw her gentleman friend away from her side. Always the proper lady she was even if technically you had a higher title to your name and bloodline. With a quiet sigh, you rounded the pillar to look at your friend. Cara cleared her throat delicately before looking up at her partner, “Lord Vanth, this is my closest friend, Duchess Ti Jyrr.”

With a slight curtsey from you and a polite bow from this Vanth fellow, he spoke with a friendliness that few people use in normal conversations. “Your Grace, it’s an honor to meet you. Cobb Vanth at your service.” Cara gave you a look that spoke volumes. She absolutely loves how people speak to you upon hearing your title during introductions but this was more genuine than all those other times so of course she thought this was the best entertainment in the world.

“Please, just Ti would do. I’m not a fan of the pomp of titles.” That was not something the Lord had expected to hear. It was so casual in terms of society norms. It was as if he’d known you for years and accidently slipped up by calling you strictly by your peerage instead of your name. Most would find such a thing improper, but Vanth believed in being more laid back instead of formal every second he existed in a space. That’s probably the thing Cara liked about the man most.

Cobb sent a warm smile at you. “Okay, ‘Just Ti’. My friends just call me Vanth so since I get to call you by your name, you can use mine too. Fair?” You nodded with a grateful smile. It’d be a good idea to make more friends in society especially since this was only the very start of the season and it’s already insufferable. Maybe more companions could make the balls and parties not nearly as dreadful. Maybe you’ll actually want to go without having to be forced to join.

Maybe you’ll find someone-

You took a sip of your lemonade to drown the very thought your adoptive mother drilled into your head your entire life. You weren't going to go looking for “the one”. You are realistic in your fantasies of courtship and marriage. If you found “the one”, it’d happen when you least expected it and that was a big if. You know how rare it is for people to enter a marriage of love. People typically participate in a marriage of convenience where it’s more of a transaction than a union of two people. Oh how you loathed the thought of being stuck with someone you couldn’t stand the sight of much less someone that thought you were merely property instead of a human being.

“-friends with the Prince.” Cara’s voice slowly started to filter back into your head drawing you out of your thoughts and back into the present. You looked at her with a raised eyebrow, lowering your cup from your lips. The Prince?

“I’m sorry, I missed part of what you said. Would you mind repeating it please?”

Cara knew she got your attention even if it was all based on some subconscious curiosity about the mysterious Prince of Mandalore. This was interesting. You didn’t typically find other people very captivating. You stuck to your general solitude and your fencing practice instead of going for a promenade around town like the other ladies. You liked your swords and your bow and arrows way more than you liked humans. With a sly smile and gleam to her eyes, she responded, “I was just saying that Vanth told me that he happens to be close personal friends with the Prince.”

You sent a curious glance to Vanth, as if asking if your friend was telling the truth. “She’s right,” he answered cheerfully. “He actually stayed a few days at my manor to help with a dilemma we were facing not long ago. If it weren’t for him, my manor and all its people would be in ruins. I owe him a great bit.”

You nodded along to the story, a thoughtful expression gracing your features as you thought about what your new friend told you. Reservedly, you asked, “What’s he like?”

Cara looked back up at Vanth while he met her gaze. With a slight nod in his direction, Vanth gathered all of his thoughts. “He’s quiet. Almost intimidatingly so. Well, maybe not almost. He likes to observe more than interact with people unless he needs to. But he’s incredibly thoughtful and loyal. He’s also a fantastic swordsman and archer.”

That piqued your interest even more in this man you’ve never seen, much less even know. He was like you. Almost identical to you. Birds of a feather and all that. Cara felt like she was witnessing a new side to her friend but all you could think about was the possibility of yet another new ally and one that was like you. Someone that wouldn’t drag you places you didn’t want to go because he also didn’t want to go, that’d do archery and fencing with you, to hide from the throes of society with… Oh, what a pleasant thought.

“Can I meet him..?” Your voice was small, almost shy.

Vanth nods enthusiastically. “Of course! I was actually planning on looking for Mando after this song. I’ll lure him over to meet you.”

You give him a grateful nod as he bows and makes his exit. You go to take another small sip before your friend reminds you of her presence during all of that.

“Who are you and what have you done with my Ti?” Cara asks incredulously once she’s sure that Vanth is out of earshot. “You, Miss ‘I don’t like anyone except my amazing and perfect best friend’-”

You interject quietly, “I wouldn’t go that far, Cara.”

“‘Except your spectacular and stunning best friend’,” she says over your comment, “are actually interested in the Prince! This is groundbreaking!”

“I think you’re being completely over dramatic over this. I’m not looking to use him as a plaything like you do with every new guy you spend the night with at every ball we attend,” you say exasperatedly. “I just think we might have a lot in common and I’d love to have more than just one friend to spend time with at these things, Cara. Is that really so wrong?”

With a soft sigh and a shake of her head, you get a response you weren’t actually expecting from her. “Of course it’s not wrong. But it is odd for you to want to have conversations with anyone outside of me, even more so is it odd that you want to do that with the Prince of all people.”

“How so?” You ask with curiosity. “You heard how Vanth described him. It sounded like what I imagine you say to people that ask you to describe me. How could I not be intrigued to get the opportunity to meet him?”

“I hate when you make a valid point,” Cara grumbled under her breath, stealing the half drunk lemonade out of your hand and taking a sip. Her face screwed up at the taste for a split second before she carefully schooled it. “Maybe you can convince the Prince to talk to his aunt about adding more sugar to the lemonade next time.”

You laugh at her comment before thinking about the detail your friend brought up. “His aunt? Isn’t the Queen the one that planned this whole ordeal?”

“Yes Ti, the Queen is the Prince’s aunt. The commonly told story is that when he was just a young boy, his parents were visiting the village when it got attacked and sadly they didn’t make it. He was taken in by the King and Queen as their sole heir to the title since they didn’t have any children themselves. I would say that you must be deaf since you didn’t know all that if I didn’t know the truth that you just don’t pay any attention to gossip.” Cara rolled her eyes in the most unladylike fashion she had showed all night. “This is such common knowledge. It’s genuinely perplexing to me how you can avoid such things when everyone speaks so freely on these topics so often.”

“I just don’t care to eavesdrop on the conversations people around me have. It’s none of my business unless I’m being referenced during it.” You shrugged which caused her to huff quietly into the cup she was holding to her lips. There was the sound of footsteps coming up behind you which gained Cara’s full attention, her eyes lifting up and the glass lowering slowly as she took in the sight.

“Ladies, I hope you don’t mind me returning with a companion.” The voice you were starting to easily recognize as Vanth carried out behind you as you turned to face him and your eyes land on his all knowing grin before traveling to this companion he spoke of.

Oh.

You didn’t know what you had been expecting but he was not it. Your wildest imagination couldn’t have conjured up anything like the man in front of you. He was fairly tall but not too tall, endearingly messy and wavy brown hair falling across his forehead, scruff on his face that really suited him well, a broad and strong build to his body that’s covered in a clearly expensive suit, warm brown eyes that were taking you in just like you were with him-

A throat cleared shakes you and seemingly also shakes the gentleman from your investigation of one another. Who’s throat? You couldn’t say but it was enough to bring you back to the bustling ballroom and remember your manners. Dipping down into a proper curtsey that you know Lady Dune would weep happy tears over, you know for a fact that Cara’s eyes are wide and calculating. She will without a doubt talk your ear off about the motion for the rest of your life or until you do something even more noteworthy.

The gentleman returned it with the most graceful bow you’ve ever seen someone achieve in all your life. Your mind was racing in a million different directions for a brief moment whilst in the back of your mind, you could make out Cara speaking. “Your Highness, this is Duchess Ty Jyrr."

Meanwhile, you could also hear the voice of Vanth speaking but it was all background noise until it was clearly directed towards you so you made sure to pay attention to the Lord. “Your Grace, this is Prince Din Djarin.”

“Pleased to make your acquaintance, Your Grace.” His voice was even better than you could imagine. Rough, yet somehow smooth. Quiet, yet still demanding attention. Charming. Strong. Addicting.

Not the time. Not the place. Not the Prince, for Maker’s sake.

“The pleasure is all mine, Your Highness.” You keep your voice steady to not give yourself away to your audience. Cara is already seemingly onto your curiosity and attitude towards the man you were just introduced to, you don’t need her to think you’re a goner already after one sentence. Keep yourself together. This is a new possible companion, nothing more.

“You know,” Vanth interjects, smirking impishly, “Mando here is a big fan of dancing.” The Prince turns his head as quick as a bullet towards his friend incredulously.

Before he has a chance to open his mouth, Cara’s melodic voice cuts in, “Ti is as well! You two should go dance together! Run along now.” Now it was your turn to try to glare at your best friend but she’s already shoving you in Din’s direction without hesitation. Din catches you before you can think about stumbling, not that you would’ve since if there was one thing Lady Dune couldn’t scold you for, it was how light you were on your feet. Never clumsy or stiff, it was finally something you were known for your gracefulness in.

As the duo of tyrants you and the Prince called your respective friends made their way onto the ballroom floor themselves to dance the night away as they were before you were spotted and ambushed, you were left in the arms of the stranger who you wanted so badly to get to know. Sure, the man was handsome and his voice was like music to your ears but he was meant to only maybe become a confidant to enjoy spending time with while stuck at all the balls you were expected to attend this season. Strictly a friend, nothing more. You weren’t going to mess this up.

You look up at him while taking a small step back to put a respectable distance between the two of you again. You didn’t want to cause a scandalous topic of gossip by being held close to him, his arms around you. You knew they’d spin the story into something unfavorable and you couldn’t possibly want to put yourself in the pathway for such a thing, nor could you possibly think to put the Prince in that situation either. Curse Cara and Vanth for being so careless in their actions.

“We really don’t have to dance together if you’d rather not, Your Highness. I won’t be offended.”

A hand reached out to delicately take the dance card hanging from your wrist, the other reached into his coat pocket to procure a beautiful ink pen which he used to write his name elegantly in not only the first slot of the card, but every single empty slot. In a softer tone than he used to offer his pleasantries to your first meeting, he responds, “It could be fun, plus we could avoid other people if we stay busy together. We could even avoid Cara and Vanth if we danced together the entire time.”

“I like the way you think. Though, what would the Mothers and everyone think of us dancing in front of the entire ball? What about the King and Queen? Surely people will talk.” The King and Queen could find you unworthy of the companionship of their nephew and ban you from speaking to him ever again. You didn’t want that.

“They’ll talk no matter what, so let them.” He then looked slightly hesitant. “Unless this is your way of telling me you don’t want to dance with me, that is.”

“No!” You deny, almost frantically, but not enough so to draw attention to the both of you. “Of course that’s not what I’m saying, Your Highness! I’d love to dance with you. I just didn’t want you to feel like you were obligated to ask me in the first place.”

“I don’t feel obligated,” he says with a slight chuckle. “I’d like to dance with you. It gives us a good opportunity to actually talk without the chance of anyone coming over and interrupting. Plus I do like to dance when the partner I’m dancing with is good company.”

“Well, you’re in luck because I happen to be great company.”

A laugh escaped him. A real one too, not just a small chuckle. It caught you off guard and startled a giggle out of you at the sound. His hand reaches out smoothly, palm up in your direction for you to take (and who were you to deny him that) so you place a hand gently on his. He smiles at you, all charm and warmth, and you’ve never felt more at home than right in this moment with him.

“May I have this dance, Your Grace?”

“You may, Your Highness.” You let him lead you to the dance floor as the last song comes to an end and the band starts a new one. You both do the obligatory bow and curtsy to each other before engaging in a nimble waltz. The two of you spin around in a flurry of softness. There’s decades of shared practice between the two of you and it shows. But since the dance is ingrained in both of your bones, you can have a conversation without worrying about fumbling a step. “It seems like you have done this a few times,” you say with humor lacing your voice.

“Perhaps just a few times,” he responds in a similar jest. “It’s been quite a while since I did it last though, I must confess.” He takes a step forward, causing you to take one back to follow his lead.

“What a shame. I’m sure your last partner was quite charming if you’ve not danced with anyone since then. It’s a great honor that I, of all people, get to be your companion during your return to such a thing.” You step out into a small twirl before returning to him. “What were they like?” You can’t help but utter the question almost silently, as if your subconscious was scared of the truth he might befall upon you. Who is this person that means so much to the man in front of you that he’d stop dancing at every society ball for who knows how long and why wasn’t he dancing with them instead of you?

His hand gently squeezed yours in what you could only assume to be a comforting and grounding way, as if to bring your mind back down to him from wherever it had wandered off to. Another small thing that made you feel like he actually saw you and understood you when no one else ever tried to. “Well, my last ‘partner’ is indeed the epitome of charming but also is a child and stood on top of my feet the whole time. Other than that, any adults I’ve danced with aren’t what I’d describe as ‘charming’, though dull and insufferable could be more aptly applied to their characters.” His soft words reached you as if they were the song you two were dancing around to, wrapping your brain up in smooth warmth and unsuspecting hilarity. A small, unladylike snort escaped you at the verbal jabs he dealt to the unaware ladies surrounding you. He smiled at the noise, stepping a smidge closer to your body but not enough to be considered indecent should anyone look your way. “Thankfully, it seems that my curse of drab dance partners has been broken by you.”

“Oh hush, you’re just saying that. I would dare say that plenty of people would use the word ‘insufferable’ to describe me, including my dearest friend and her mother. Not that I take it to heart, I prefer to be insufferable than to be, what did you call them..? Oh right, ‘dull’ and ‘drab’. So maybe you were correct that I broke that curse. I should like to tell you that you owe me some gratitude but that might be an awfully large thing to ask of Your Highness.” You look up into his eyes, challenging him. Of course, he doesn’t step away from such a blatant dare.

“Should you like me to shout it out for all to hear, or maybe get on my knees to give my appreciation to you, Your Grace?” He teased, making you crack a smile.

Oh, how that would be quite a sight to behold-

You clear your throat, and your thoughts with it. “Just a simple ‘thank you’ should suffice well enough. I see no need to stop our lovely dance to make such a spectacle.” His eyes lock onto yours and you instantly drown in the warm chocolate pools of his irises. Being this up close makes you realize the height difference between the two of you, your head having to be inclined a fair bit to actually look at his face and all the agreeable features it possesses.

“Well then, thank you from the bottom of my heart for making tonight already a million times more tolerable than the last few seasons worth of evenings have been. I am eternally grateful for your company and I look forward to what else the night has in store for us.” And if that doesn’t seal your fate for needing him to stay present in your life, you don’t know what possibly could.

“I could say the very same thing myself.”

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through his lens

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chapter 4: hyunjins new friend

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hyunjins first week as a training photographer seemed to be going great. it was coming to late summer, so it was bright and sunny and the nights had the best sun sets. his first project was assigned on the first day. a jump start into the course and that was great for hyunjin because he couldn’t wait to get his hands on the new lens his mother brought him as a good luck present before he left.

for the a month he had to take a photo of the most beautiful view he saw on that day. the first week consisted of sunsets from his dorm window or sneaky photos he’d took of y/n. (and that one photo he took of seungmin asleep on his bedroom floor.) second week was different nature scenes from the walks he had begun to take to release stress. but hyunjin soon released if he wanted a good grade then he would have to dig deep and look for scenes that none of his classmates would have.

the park was relatively quiet that day except from a few dog walkers or young couples taking a stroll. hyunjin felt slightly out of place. everyone was with someone, maybe he should have asked y/n to come. he hadn’t told anyone about his nightly walks. he hasn’t told anyone about the amount of stress getting to him lately. he kept himself to himself and that’s the way he’d always been.

when he was 14 hyunjin broke his arm trying to ride jisungs skateboard up a ramp. no one knew about it because he kept it to himself. he thought his parents were busy and didn’t want to bother them. they didn’t find out until his mother noticed a deadly looking bruise spread all over his arm. but even after she asked he just said ‘oh i must have hit it in my sleep’

when he was 16 hyunjin and his first girlfriend had went exploring in the forest. y/n had told him not to go as it was dangerous with the amount of steep hills. even so he went because he wasn’t going to miss out on his first make out. well he should have listened because five minutes into whatever they were do he’d tripped back falling down a steep hill with his not so light girlfriend landing on top of him. she was fine, just a lightly stratch on her arm, but hyunjin on the other hand had cut open his leg. and still hyunjin prioritied the girl who ended up breaking his heart. luckily when y/n found the cut she’d alerted his family. hyunjin would it let it to go infected and later on damage his leg just so he didn’t have to worry anyone else.

hyunjin was a selfless person. it was his nature. so when he started to feel stressed he knew he’d have to find a way to deal with it alone. walks had become his comfort. he thought it was stupid at first when he’d looked up ‘how to deal with stress’ on google. so clique. but now it had him taking a 20 minute walk around the park everyday.

don’t get him wrong, it didn’t cure his stress but it left his with some satisfaction afterwards.

he knew if he asked y/n she would have done a spa night with him. but he’s selfless so the thought of him being pampered made his skin crawl. if hed asked seungmin, he probably would have been offered a coffee. but hyunjin was already on 4 cups a day and didn’t want to ‘overdose on caffeine’ if that was even possible. he didn’t really have anyone he could turn to him and jiha werent so close, and felix had only just budged his way into the friend group.

so walks it was.

he liked to take his camera or some days take his painting set and sit a picnic table drawing strangers walking past. hyunjin thought people were beautiful going there everyday life. especially couples. through the first two weeks he’d noticed how many people were in relationships.

he’d obviously been in relationships before but never been inlove with someone.if he was picturing his future he could see himself with a dog and y/n. never a wife or kids.

he remembers the oath him and y/n made when they were 12.

“if we aren’t married by the time we’re 24 then we’ll marry each other.”

it was stupid but every time he reimagined the scene in his head it put a smile on his face. he thought y/n probably didn’t remember she barley remembers what she ate the night before so it was unlikely she’d remember that.

she’d never had a boyfriend. or spoke to a male in a more than friends way before. which was good because hyunjin never liked to see her close to another boy. she’d had a fare share of crushes but nothing ever happened. she’d also only ever kissed one person but hyunjin tried to forget that everyday of his life.

she had a big place in his heart.

half way into his stroll hyunjin found out why the park had been so quiet. on the street leading out into busans downtown there was a busker.

hyunjin liked watching buskers.

he tried it once in his old dance team when he 11. it was scary, having so many people watching you. if they got bored they would walk away and you had no right to be offended. with the money they had collected he brought a paint set for y/n’s 12th birthday with his share of it. whenever people found out she was older they were always shocked. hyunjin was always a tall child. even now being 5’10. y/n was always undoubtedly shorter and had a baby face.

the busker was putting his whole body into his performance. he was breath taking, even for hyunjin. he had never seen someone so passionate while dancing. this was perfect. hyunjin was in awe over the dancer so why not snap a photo of the moment. he stood slightly back pulling out his camera.

snap.

when the performance was over hyunjin jogged over to the small cat mug in the front of the speaker. hyunjin looked in noticing the dancer only had a few coins. no doubt people random change. he took out 80,000 won placing it into the mug.

hyunjin started walking off.

it was getting late and he’d promised y/n a netflix night and he knew if he was late she’d never let him live it down.

he felt a tap on his shoulder turning to see the dancer with a distraught look on his face. he had the note in his hand holding it out to hyunjin.

“i can’t take this.”

“why? you were amazing and made my day better.”

“thanks man but i’ll feel guilt please take it and take your girlfriend out or something.” he pushed the note crumpling it into hyunjins hand.

was he so beautiful that people assumed he was taken? hyunjin tsked. “we’ll take it as a payment. you helped me with my assignment,” he held up his camera showing the dancer. “and i helped with your bills this month.” the dancer bowed to hyunjin.

“thank you so much you don’t understand. please let me buy you a coffee some time. i work at the cafe down the road. just come in and ask for minho.” the dancer stuck out his hand for hyunjin to shake.

“hyunjin.”

“we’ll hyunjin see you around. thank you again.”

“you too minho and btw i don’t have a girlfriend to take out so it’s my pleasure.”

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“you’re late.” y/n pouted sat in her bed.

she’d given hyunjin her spare key considering he’d spent the same amount of time in the dorm as she had.

“sorry i made a friend at the park.” y/n sat up making room for hyunjin to squash next to her.

he threw the bag of snacks at y/n but she ignored him sitting up. “oh so you’re late and replaced me?”

“shut up. he was busking and offered to buy me coffee because i gave him 80,000 won.”

“what? hyunjin why did you do that? how are you gonna-“

he placed his hand over her mouth to silence her. “i took his pictures and he was amazing so i felt the need.” y/n raised her eyebrows and licked his hand.

“ew gross.” hyunjin pulled his hand away wiping it on his t-shirt.

the sound of a notification pulled him away though. it was y/n’s phones. he looked at the lockscreen of him and y/n posing stupidly in a photo booth at the funfair a year back.

felix: yeah we can make that work ^^ should i pick you up at 7?

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[mochiwrites]

!!!SPOILERS FOR THE LATEST SEA FRUITS CHAPTER!!!

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AAAAA OH MY GOODNESS I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ROAMING MY BRAIN ABOUT THIS CHAPTER BUT IM GOING TO RANT ABOUT ONE IN PARTICULAR. In this chapter and previous chapters, Grian has showed us how he ALWAYS will put his crew first no matter what. I wonder if this will remain true when he finds Tango 👀

LIKE THINK ABOUT IT, it would be completely in charector for him to switch places with Tango. Its kinda like how Jimmy put his town first WHICH MIGHT I SAY IS SO UPSETTING WHEN YOU THINK MORE ABOUT IT. HE RISKS LOSING THE CLOSEST PERSON HES HAD IN A LONG TIME, OVER A TOWN FILLED WITH PEOPLE THAT WOULD NEVER DO THE SAME THING FOR HIM. He found someone that respected him, and betrayed him for a town of people that would never respect him THAT UGHH

IM SO EXCITED FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER GAAAAAH AUTHOR YOUR AMAZING All your books have me in a chokehold AAA I need to draw a scene in one of your books so BADLY

Thanks for listening to my ramble and have a good day :D

YES !!!! YES!!!!! YOU GET ME.

one of grian's BIGGEST most IMPORTANT part of his character is his importance of his crew. that man will do anything and EVERYTHING to keep his crew safe. they Top Priority to him, in any and every situation. maybe that comes from his childhood and never having a true family besides iskall. maybe that comes from some kind of traumatic event where he almost lost them all. who knows? :>

him and tango are 100% thinking the same thoughts, and coming from the same place. but whereas tango is thinking in the moment, grian has more that he has to consider. he's their captain. it's his job to keep them all safe. he needs to think ahead.

and then jimmy. GOD JIMMY. he's trying so hard. he just wants to keep his town safe :( he had a companion in tango, endless loyalty. and he... gave that all up for a town that treats him like crap. he sacrificed tango for what? people who hate him? people who couldn't care less about him? people who wouldn't do the same thing for him, if the roles were reversed?

man... no matter what the universe is, tango just can't seem to not be betrayed by someone close to him !!!!!! sorry FHGFJGFHG

but !!! sobs???? at you????? aaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAA TY UEUEUE. I'm really excited for the next (and final) chapter !!!! it'll definitely be a long one, considering there's a lot that goes down in it.

and thank you for the lovely ramble !!! :D I always love getting stuff like this <333

[iheartchv]

Hello, I love the matches you do and it's the first time I've asked for a match, so I hope I'm doing it right.

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I am a Mexican woman, although I am somewhat short for my age (so I have been told), I am 5'8 (158 cm), despite being 23 I am often told that I do not look my age (a problem because they always ask me for my identification anywhere), my body is not slender to tell the truth, I am rather plump (chubby and short was equal to a long time of teasing).

I am usually someone calm and serious, some would say that I have more of a bitter face, I normally try to avoid fights, whether verbal or physical, but if it doesn't work I have no choice but to resort to other options, I have been told a lot that when i get mad it's like watching a squirrel mad because his nuts were taken away but let me tell you this squirrel knows how to use his fists when needed, it's very hard to get me to that point but when it happens there's no going back.

I love reading too much, I could easily get lost for a whole day just reading about history, fantasy, architecture, space, I've always read a bit of everything, because it's just fascinating, I don't usually have a balance in my tastes honestly, one day I could be reading how the first civilizations, or machines, arose, and then reading a world of mermaids and dragons, feeds my curiosity and I'll always thank you, although I'm also a complete Otaku (I got ridiculed for that when I was younger), I love books action anime, fantasy and mystery, but I also enjoy a good romance, more than once I have cried for an anime scene or a book, I would lack fingers to count how many times I have been obsessed with an anime, series, cartoon, etc. .

Stuffed animals, lots of stuffed animals, maybe it's very childish but there's something about them that makes me love them so much (of course I don't have a room full of them), but each one I have has a certain special meaning for me, my current favorite It's one that calls it "pig-saurus" since it's a little pig dressed as a dinosaur, it sounds strange but it's actually adorable.

I love big jackets, I don't know, I just love to wear something that I could easily hide my whole body in, my favorite kind of clothes when reading or in winter.

Once I'm confident, I'm someone who smiles (I could even laugh at the worst joke in the world), a bit of a problem like a Stitch when drinking coffee, a bit foul-mouthed (my polite self quits the chat at that moment) and I tend to hug too much, It doesn't matter how big you are (height or age) I will hug you if I feel safe by your side, and many times I have been told that I am that friend with a motherly character (I accept it in fact), I honestly can't help but feel That maternal side comes out, and another thing is that I've always been the one who listens and advises, honestly sometimes I would like to be the one who could talk too, even if it's just once.

I always carry a notebook and pencil or pen, maybe you need to write an address, some errand, or there may even be a space to draw a little, you never know and you have to be prepared (That's right, I love drawing too).

 

I am very sorry that it has been so long, I hope and it is not a problem.

Your match is... Michelangelo🧡

Possible matches: Donnie, Leo

Mikey would like you

He has a crush on you

And it might seem like a Mikey thing because he had a bit of crush and flirted with April

But believe him when he says that he has a crush on you, or tells you that your gorgeous

Hes not saying it to just say it or be nice

He means it

You're the girl of his dreams

Besides April, and any other of his girl friends, you're the only woman who accepts for who he is

It took a bit of time, but you two stsrted dating

You were such a cute couple

While you both acted somewhat similar, you seem to be the mom friend so maybe you can help Mikey out if he gets out of control

And he'll calm you down if you get upset

Mikey is affectionate so he'll give you all the hugs you could ever want, and more

He won't care if he hugs you or you hug him, he 💕loves💕 it

He might not/rarely reads books a lot, but he wouldn't mind if you read to him while laying his head in your lap

This turtle is always excited for Christmas

This year, he was going to go all out: decorate, cook, have gifts under a tree, etc.

This was going to be his gift to you

The cherry on top would be the ol' kiss under the mistletoe

"I love you, more than anything in the whole world, sweetness"

"Even more than pizza?"

He was silent

"Mikey" you groaned

"I'm just kidding, babe. Yeah, I love you more than pizza."

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Hope you like your match 👉🧡👈