#and im a minimalist at heart but there are things that i can never bring myself to get rid of

[thewholeproblem]

Whenever someone give me a little handwritten note or a letter, I keep it in my wallet or between the pages of my favourite books forever.

[marshmellowfluff221]

"Can I kiss you?"

Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Kuroo, Kenma, Tendou, Bokuto, Akaashi

Warning: Fluff, too much of it

Tsukki is a minimalist when it comes to affection in public

He avoids it if he can

But sometimes he tolerates holding your hand

Sometimes he even brings your intwined hands into his jacket pocket

He's lowkey touch starved

like this boy wants you to be clingy so he can act like he hates it

when in reality he loves it

anywho

occasionally you'll meet him after his practice to walk home

it's late so he insists you guys walk home together

your extracurricular activities keep you late anyways, so it's convenient

sometimes he's still cleaning up the gym so naturally you go to help him

when the two of you get into the storage room to put away the supplies you stop him before he can walk back out

"Can I kiss you?"

he just stares at you

on the inside he's melting because lowkey the way you said it was so cute

he just goes "tsk fine"

and leans down for you

"Can I get one more?" :))))

"No." He'd leave that room so quick

but his face is so red after that

he'd ask you this question before he'd kiss you every time

Yamaguchi is so cute- I can't

sosbdkdnsajks

Before a game-

"Can I get a kiss?" "Of course you can"

After a game-

"Y/n can I kiss you?" "You don't need to ask."

While cuddling-

"Can I get a kiss?" "Yams you can always have a kiss."

literally so cute

your heart just explodes when he asks you

he asks so much so that you started asking him-

"Yams can I get a kiss?"

He'd get so flustered like- sbosbdodbsns

ofc he'd say yes

You two are just adorABLE

so like one game Yamaguchi was doin his thing and bam, scores a few points in a row

He looks so happy that when you guys meet after the game neither of you ask before locking lips

then he'd pull away and apologize and be like

"I'm sorry I didn't ask-"

literally acts like a baby

he'll whine for kisses

"Y/nnn pwease? Just one kiss?" "No."

Iwa would be so annoyed because Oikawa would do this every time you would walk him to practice

and you never gave in-

like he'd stand in the doorway of the gym and wait there like 😗

and Iwa would tell you to duck as he threw a ball at Oikawa

As time went on Oikawa got smarter about it and tried to use reverse psychology

he'd walk in the gym with you and sigh loudly and just be like

"Bye Y/n I don't want a kiss today."

He'd peek over his shoulder to see your reaction and you'd just be like

k

and walk out

another method he tried was a cockier attitude

"I know you wanna kiss me, you were saying so last night." wink "I think you're talking about yourself."

after a month of Oikawa trying to get a kiss, one faithful day, it happened

the two of you walked into the gym

Iwa had a ball ready to throw

you turned around and said, "Can I get a kiss?"

This boy was shocked

"Wait that's my line." "I mean if you don't want a kiss..." "Nononono I do."

And you'd give him a peck on the lips- but oh no that's not enough

He grabs your waist and pulls you close to him as he reconnects your lips for a PROPER kiss

and then it went back to rejecting his kisses

This dude is incapable of kissing you on the spot

Like he wants to kiss you so badly sometimes but he doesn't wanna just go for it

ya know

he's lowkey insecure like he doesn't know if its the right time for it

Sometimes he just goes for it and you're like

"Iwa~ didn't know you had it in you"

and he'd get all flustered after that

anyways

so hes playing in a game right

and you're there supporting him, screaming his name

The game finishes, they win ofc

and you run down there to hug him even tho he's all sweaty and sticky

He has like no hesitation wrapping his arms around you right there and then

His head is in the crook of your neck, his hot breath on your skin as he calms down

and then you just whisper

"Can I kiss you?"

This dude perks up and looks at you with a slight smirk and he's like

"Can I kiss YOU?"

You laugh and nod as the two of you lock lips

He pulls back and buried his face back into your neck and just sighs

"I never know when to do that."

Honestly, when he wants a kiss he just goes for it

when you started dating tho that was a whole different story

he'd tease you and act like he's gonna go in for a kiss but actually is just reaching for something behind you

it'd get so annoying that you just grabbed his face one day and planted one on him right there and then

and every day after that he'd never tease you, he'd actually go for it

so one day you decide

hey, lemme bring some snacks for the team cause they do be working hard

so you called up the team manager and asked what you should bring

You got all the food together and went to the practice right on time

Everyone was literally so thankful

as they dug into the food Kuroo pulled you aside and said thanks and stuff and at that moment he looked so cute-

you just

"Can I kiss you Kuroo?"

You honestly weren't sure because you'd never kissed him in front of the team before like they knew you guys were dating but ya know

He smirked and a hint of blush spread across his cheeks as he nodded and leaned down to kiss you

On the outside this dude was all smug but on the inside he was abouta burst from how cute you looked when you asked him

he literally started asking you if he could kiss you because he found it so cute

Kenma honestly doesn't initiate kisses- on the lips

he'll kiss your cheek, your forehead, the top of your head

but rarely on the lips

he sees it as really intimate and he cherishes the moments you two kiss

You don't mind honestly

You love his small kisses on the cheek

in return you'd normally pepper his face with kisses and he'd blush like a mad man

so anyways

you two are hanging out

just enjoying each other's company when he goes

"Would you be opposed if I kissed you?"

You blink at him like

that was so cute your heart couldn't take it

You throw your arms around his neck and begin peppering his face with kisses- but not on the lips yet

when you pull back you smile like a dork

he's blushing furiously as he glances away

"so is that a yes?" "Of course it is."

and so he looks back at you and your lips connect

now when I said he cherishes the rare moments you guys kiss

i mean he CHERISHES them

like his hands go to your waist as your lips move against each other's

it's like a mini makeout session until one of you needs to breathe, then it's over

but still

it's cute

im a simp for tendou

This dude L O V E S kissing you

he can't get enough of you

when you first started dating he was so antsy about your guys first kiss that he just went for it and missed your lips completely

You found it cute tho- because it was

anyways after that he kissed you properly

every day to be exact

morning?

kiss

walking to class?

kiss

walking to practice?

kiss

walking home?

kiss

Just lookin cute?

kiss

so when you came to his practice guess what he did?

that's right, he asked if he could kiss you

Honestly that was the cutest thing he's ever said you were abouta jump his bones right there and then

Instead you just smiled and nodded

He pulled you close and kissed you with a little more passion than the other every day kisses

you pulled back- nah nvm you kissed him again

then he pulled back and gave you one final peck before running back to his team

ushijima was just there like "when did he get a girlfriend??????"

bokuto bokuto bokuto

This guy is so in love with you

but like Kenma, he savors kisses

Bokuto is more of a hugs and cuddles type of guy

Like he's always on you

His arm is either lazily draped over your shoulder or around your waist

Somtimes he just leans against you and he's content

anyways enough about cuddling

you guys are together one day, relaxing

Bokuto's head is in your lap as you sit on the sofa

Your hand rests on his chest and his hands cover yours

Your other hand occasionally runs through his hair

he's very content right now

but all of a sudden he's like

"Can I kiss you?"

and then goes 😙

And you're like absoLUtely and lean down and kiss him

the position is a lil awkward so he slowly gets up- he doesn't wanna accidentally pull away

and eventually you end up in his lap, his hands resting on your thighs and your arms around his neck and hands in his hair

when you finally pull away he gives you one last peck and then buries his face in your neck

and may or may not leave a kiss there too

Akaashi lowkey acts annoyed all the time so you're kinda scared to just spontaneously kiss him

You're not afraid to hold his hand or anything but kissing was different

usually after practice he comes out complaining about Bokuto having another mood swing

and thats when he really needs a kiss

but in your head you're like nah he's prob too annoyed rn

So you just link arms with him and listen to his story as you walk home

he takes note of this- like he's lowkey hurt

You can tell cause he doesn't text you that night

so the next day when you meet him after practice you just pop the question

"Can I kiss you?"

and he's lowkey like huh?

"Did you hear me or is that a no-"

But he cuts you off as he kisses you

When he pulls back he shrugs as he's like

"You don't have to ask."

[thirsthourdemon]

Tea party headcanon

Includes: All obey me characters except solomon, and barbatos

Genre: Fluff

Tags: Fluff, Tea party theme, Pink Pastry and Pekoe Parlour! Au, general

A/N: This is a celebration cause I happen to like my new formatting. If anyone wants to be added to the taglist then just send in an ask please!

||Lucifer

-He’s actually the one that invites you and the brothers to the tea party.

-Makes sure everyone is at least properly dressed

-A mother of 7 children cause that includes you 😌

-Hates it here the moment levi said he’d wear something from some anime about a ‘demon’ butler, mammon saying that he did NOT steal the precious fine china set and beel having that look on his face that says “If I dont eat everything on the damn table, Im eating everyone else.”

-Either drink pure black coffee or chamomile

-if He drinks an ocean of chamomile but no amount of ‘calming’ tea can help save this poor stressed demon who just thought he could finally get a small break and have a lovely afternoon tea with diavolo.

-I wont be surprised if he’s even payed 200,000 grim worth of damage on the place due to his whole family

-Satan thought it was a good idea to exchange salt with sugar but he avoided this cause he...he looked into satan’s eyes while he drank his bitter black coffee with no sugar or cream.

||Mammon

-Gold laced bone china that costs about 500 grim a cup? Sold.

-He didn’t want to go but apparently he saw something that had caught his eye ❤️

-He was always invited to be the man servant at the witches’ tea parties so he kinda thought it was boring

-Did not realize how much he liked fruit teas until he came here

-Did not bother to even wear anything fancy as requested😤

-Probably tried stealing some stuff 😔

-He is on his 3rd cup of fruit tea and the orange chiffon cake but STILL denies that he liked being there.

-Chiffon cake is his thing but he will never admit that so instead he goes for regular old bread

-Defensive over paying the bill but he gives in a bit cause lucifer had to pay for the fucking stuff he stole 😤

-Was fucked with cause diavolo was actually paying and not them

||Leviathan

-Im sorry...sebastian michaelis who? I only know levi in a stuffy butler suit

-Speak like he’s talking to his masters but still trash talks mammon

-“I thumb my nose to you, unrefined scum.”

-For some reason...I cannot stress this enough...He loves...Lolita tea parties.

-Probably a Lizzie fan from Black buttler

-He strikes me as the type to drink matcha or a classic earl grey for the aesthetic but drinks bladderwack tea due to how common it is when he was at sea

-he drinks his tea in a typical lolita designed porcelain tea cup and is charmed by it so he takes 50 photos of the set for his live journalng blog.

||Satan

-A refined gentleman who wore appropriate clothing and brought a book

-He brought a little sacket or his own spice

-He usually drinks chamomile to calm down but occassionally drinks lattes but this time since it was a tea party he settled on...wait for it...

-Ethiopian spiced tea! More specifically Cardamom milk tea in the hottest temprature it can handle

-Him and asmo like their teas hot

-Satan makes me think that he goes for finger sandwiches instead of cakes or pastries.

-Has a book with him and actually his books have tea leaves in them as well because he likes the book smell with the Lapsang Souchung tea

-The ideal guest until he tried to play a prank on lucifer

||Asmodeus

-would you believe me if I told you he walked in there wearing slim dark slacks, creamy white silked dress shirt and a pastel plum ribbon tie that makes me drool?

-OF COURSE YOU WOULD IT’S ASMO 😤

-He looks gorgeous and he knows it! And every waiter/guest there is trying to get his number! 🥺

-I can see him originally drinking assam tea but he switches between that and a very specific order of butterfly pea flower tea with 1 cube of white sugar, 1 mint leaf within a minimalistic see-through tea set

-definetely a fan of berliner or a good chilled charlotte

-Indulges in conversations with simeon, solomon, barbatos and luke like the classy boys they are

-Drinking their tea like that, gossipping like mid 19th century wives in england

-probably laughs at the more energetic people

-Has the other guests at the parlour just senting him in something sweet only for their hearts to be crushed as asmo hands the sweet gifts to his sweet beloved younger brother

||Beelzebub

-You know why he’s here

-Asmo’s personal pastry trash can

-Hungry baby is eating a whole cake by himself ❤️

-Living the dream on his 4th cake btw

-Likes Cannoli sicillianis and Chou à la crème A.K.A profiterole or french cream puffs! He likes custard inside it

-He’s not very picky on his food but he does refuse to drink matcha tea without milk

-The type to be drinking something like dandelion root tea or peppermint tea

-This is the reason he can eat food faster. Please stop him. Please.

-Surprisingly even though he doesnt like matche he keeps green tea so he can gives some to belphie to help keep him awake.

-He tries to wear something nice so...Hahahaha Enjoy beel in a thick dark blue sweater

-He cant contain his cute little hair 🥺

-Uses a tea cup the same size as a mug and a dinner plate instead of a dessert plate

-Gets destracted by the pretty flowers and thinks of lilith ✨

||Belphegor

-Im sorry...Private booth with a couch please?

-He likes nuts cause they make up for his lack of serotonin and plus sleepy

-His tea is either chamomile to calm him or something like green tea to wake him up

-Only drinks green tea that beel gives cause beel knows exactly what to wake belphie up with

-He’s old fashioned he likes his tea in a some porcelain or clay though a preference is not a requirment

-Sleepy boy like private booths and resting himself on beel who’s just munching away but when he’s awake he does join the mid 19th century wives group

-Talks shit about most of the brother, except beel cause beel though a demon is still angelic.

-Has a great time there cause he’s reminded of when him and his twins were playing tea parties

-Does not dress for the occassion cause who gives a fuck

-Has told stories or at least recalled the times that lilith has made them pretend there was tea in the cup while they tried to point out that there was in fact none

||Simeon

-Polite boy that helps set up some of the servers and praises them

-ASSAM TEA YOU CANT CONVINCE ME ON THIS. He loves the taste honestly and he thinks he likes it so much more when there’s milk with it. Likes 1 cube of sugar on it and likes it bit more on the hotter side.

-Another one who enjoys sandwiches more than pastries though please dont tell luke.

-Likes the tea party so much that he wants to host one with luke so they can invite micheal and the other angels.

-Wears something nice but still a bit more appropriate.

-Probably the next host for the tea party

-does not shit talk or gossip bad stuff be he likes to join the conversations

-Adores watching luke pick flowers at the indoor garden

||Luke

-He is such a grateful person that he also brings his own sugar cookies ❤️

-He likes scones!!!! he likes em with lots of cream and blueberries

-The type to drink some sweet tea however he swears by candyleaf as the ultimate drink for him. If there’s no candy leaf though he can always go for fruit teas and something that kicks like orange blossom sponge cakes 🥺

-Dont look at me like he wouldnt play with the flowers and explore the indoor gardens while simeon calls him and he’s already back with sweet butterflies crowding him like the most adorable angel ever

-Joins the adult table cause...h-he’s...he’s old enough 🥺👉👈 (It’s really cause simeon needs to take care of him)

-He might not like devildom but he can say that the ambiance in that place wasnt absolutely breathtaking

-Wants to recreate the sweets here as well

||Diavolo

-The host of the party and is currently tending to everyone in conversation

-He thinks he should do these more often due to how successful they are in bringing everyone together

-Brought barbatos cause only barbatos can make his special tea since the ingridients are rare to fine

-His tea? Bolivia black✨his tastes are complex yes I know

-goes on board with orange food and dark chocolate. He is so exquisite, bro. An orange-scented short bread with finely tempered dark chocolate is the best thing he pairs with that black tea.

-Has a grand time trying to give luci some of his sweet shortbread but ultimately the other demon refuses 😔

-Just fucking say yes, luci. Stop being a pussy already

Taglist: @yamaguchi-stan (Special thanks to her for my knowledge in this stuff),

[skullman2033]

Watching one punch man and decided im going to rate All the characters based on how they play D&D

Genos: average across the board as a player. Still a good chance to be the DM’s favorite. Always arrives on time. Like. Literally on the dot. Rarely cancels and if he does have to he’ll do it extremely far in advance. Fits the mold of a new player to a T. Always plays warforged artificer. He will bring tashas cauldron or eberonn rising just so he can. Kinda boring as a roleplayer. But always welcome in a pinch. Though he is a bit of a doormat to DM’s

Mumen Rider: PRAISE BE UNTO HIM! GOD OF FOREVER DM’S. This man, this LEGEND. Manages to be a DM on par with what people consider Matthew Mercer to be. His only real “fault” though is he can be a bit too generous and forgiving for players. See saitama. Hates to kill players and will fudge rolls to save them. Unless they’re a THAT player. Then you’ll have a dead pc and a surprisingly heartfelt speech about what you did wrong and how it effects others enjoyment so you’ll just feel like an asshole. Unless you actually are an asshole.

Fubuki: actually an excellent player. She’ll need a Session Zero and some talks with the DM to adjust to new groups. And campaign tone. But after that she’ll be a blessing to any group. She tries her heart out no matter what her role is but Usually plays elf sorcerer or wizard. She’ll sometimes bring atleast one the blizzard gang too so Hey! Free guest party member.

King: Genos with poor luck. Compensates by being a fairly good roleplayer and plays support as a cleric or paladin. Like fubuki he’ll also need an adjustment period. But in this case it’s because he’s used to playing videogames like skyrim. Somehow always manages to nat20 when it matters most. Though his tendency to horny player is a mild annoyance

Speed of sound sonic: Always early to the game. This is the only positive thing i have to say about SoS Sonic. He is THAT player through and through. Speed of sound sonic will always play the edgiest combi possible: Assassin Rogue. Dex minmaxed. Shadar-Kai or Drow. Lawful/Neutral evil. It doesnt matter what the tone, team alignment, team Composition. Nothing. He will try murderhoboing, will ditch the party, PvP, steal from the party. And he will become the unhittable BANE of the game. Mumen rider tried to talk him down. Once. He tried to attack him and got his shit pushed in. He then quit.

Tatsumaki: bad railroader. Bit of a punishing DM. But not completely unreasonable, those are actually her only problems. Just leave your phone at the door and don’t deliberately fuck with her and you’ll be in for a surprisingly fun session. Mumen is slowly trying his best to get rid of the railroading part. As a Player? Her only real problem is she’s fully convinced mystic is fine and there is nothing you can do to stop her from playing it. Save for maybe psionic soul sorcerer. Or tasha’s cauldron. Just let her have the psionic feats and nobody gets hurt

Saitama: It is with the heaviest of hearts that i have to say; Saitama is not a good player. Constantly on his phone, eating, doesnt take part in roleplaying, and unless he’s with genos. He’ll be late. You’ll need to get his attention A LOT, but if you do and you manage to keep it (Or if mumen tells him it’s kind of a dick move to do all this.) He’ll quickly change his act. It’ll still be pretty minimalist though, so don’t expect much. Throw strong monsters or a person that needs help and you’ll light a fire under his ass. On the positive side? You couldnt GET a bigger blessing in a fight. He plays human open palm monk And he is minmaxed in a way that could bring TEARS to the eye. Tiamat wishes she was this strong. THE TERRASQUE wishes it was this strong. If you gave him some heals now and then he could 1v1 VECKNA. And he always. Always. ALWAYS. NAT20’s on a quivering palm. Also he always brings snacks and is just good company.

Garou: Always plays lawful Evil. But does it accurately, Unlike most evil players. REALLY Wants to be the BBEG. Often flips through monster manuals when it isnt his turn. Most likely to mess with the DM. Poor Mumen rider. Also dont let him DM. He WILL kill your pc’s at any opportunity.

Child emperor: the only rules lawyer who isnt a self righteous asshole. Baby genius here knows the books FRONT to BACK. Yet still understands that the experience is more important than the rules. Still he’s handy for a quick refresher even if he isnt playing. When he is playing? Godly artificer.

Metal bat. The chad human fighter. Isnt very good at roleplaying and compensates by just being himself. Still fun to play with and you’ll be thankful he’s in your team. Just be prepared to have snacks for his sister.

Bang and Bomb: first edition purists. Or at the very least no homebrew. They play monk. But god help you if Garou is part of the session.

Blast: Can never make it to the session.

[choisanii]

wait for the enneagram thing, what are the enneagrams of each type of stans (as you've observed) if you know ? im genuinely curious.

ok so a little disclaimer before i start rambling: i’m by no means an expert on enneagrams i just find them absolutely fascinating and i think they’re really helpful overall! like if you know what type you are and what type someone else in your life is, you are evidently able to better understand yourself, them, and therefore better your relationship with them! also considering i have <15 ateez moots, some of which i unfortunately do not know that well, i’m going to try to keep this pretty vague and i’m also going to mostly base it on what i’ve observed in the members themselves (what types i think they may be, but again, i don’t know them personally so take it with a grain of salt!), as I think that one of the reasons our biases are who they are is because we identify with certain aspects of their personality. 

general note about the enneagram system: there are 9 types––one of them is your “basic personality.” this is your “core”, dominating personality, something predetermined partially by genetics and pre-natal factors, but also by your childhood (parental figures, significant events/experiences, etc.). however, since one’s personality is fluid and cannot be confined to just one “box” or “type”, everyone inevitably identifies with other types as well (this is where “wings” come in but that’s too complicated so i’ll stick with the core type). no type is “better” or “worse” than another; it’s literally just an explanation of why you are the way you are and how that contributes to how you see the world and interact with others. 

hongjoong stans: type 1 (the reformer) or type 3 (the achiever) -> in the most basic sense type 1s are perfectionists. conscientious and ethical. they are set apart from the other types due to the existence of a self-critical “internal voice/monologue”. one may even call them workaholics due to the fact that they’ll often suppress their personal needs/self indulgence in favor of productivity. high standards. a very very strong moral compass. incessant desire to be “right”. fears corruption. type 3s are also known to be workaholics and they struggle with competitiveness. they’re extremely driven and ambitious though they are often overly concerned with their self image. gets wrapped up in their problems; tends to neglect their personal needs and the needs of others. strives to gain love and approval through performance. usually regarded as popular and well-liked among others, the “class president” or “homecoming king/queen/monarch” type. aims to be a role model who inspires others. 

seonghwa stans: type 2 (the helper) or type 9 (the peacemaker) -> type 2s at their best are unselfish, altruistic, and maintain an unconditional love for others. extremely warm-hearted and empathetic. great listeners. kind and nurturing. self-sacrificial and people-pleasing. issues with possessiveness and acknowledging their own needs. bases self worth on what they give to others and what they’ll get back in return. may become overly dependent or manipulative. values relationships above all else. embodiment of the “good parent” everyone wishes they had. type 9s avoid anger and conflict at all costs. the mediator. merges with others and makes sacrifices in order to gain a sense of peace, belonging, and harmony, sometimes at the expense of their own feelings. can be very passive-aggressive when upset. trusting and gets along well with others. tendency to be overly complacent. can be very stubborn. maintains a generally optimistic point of view; likes to see the “bright side” of things. 

yunho stans: type 4 (the individualist) or type 7 (the enthusiast) -> type 4s want nothing more than to “find themselves” and create their unique sense of self. inspired and creative, they view themselves as unlike any other human being; not in an arrogant way––in a way that makes them focus on their own personal deficiencies as well as hone in on their personal talents. honest and self-reflective. fears abandonment and loss. struggles with negative self image and low self esteem. type 7s epitomize the motto “don’t worry, be happy.” hate being bored; moves towards excitement, freedom, and a variety of interesting experiences. always willing to try something new. difficulty with commitment. extroverted, optimistic, and playful. struggles with impatience and impulsiveness. aims to maintain their freedom and happiness at all costs, never wanting to miss out on worthwhile experiences. spontaneous, agile, and exceptionally fast learners. book smart and impressive mind-body coordination. 

yeosang stans: type 4 (the individualist) or type 6 (the loyalist) -> like i said with yunho, type 4s uniquely talented and expressive. gift for healing and the creative arts. always looking for more meaning in things. intense emotional highs and lows, difficult to find a happy medium. can be moody and self conscious. wishes to connect with people who understand them and their feelings. honest with themselves; do not attempt to rationalize their states, only accept them, which enables them to endure suffering with a quiet strength. easier for them to process painful experiences that may overwhelm other types. type 6s are reliable, trustworthy, and hardworking. when they are internally stable and self reliant, they become able to champion themselves and others. seek security and support from others in order to fight against anxiety and insecurity. friends for life. beliefs sometimes go against the “status quo” but they will defend and fight for them fiercely, more so than they’d do for themselves. 

san stans: type 2 (the helper) or type 3 (the achiever) -> maybe this is me just projecting since i’m a type 2 wing 3 but these two types really stand out to me in terms of my san biased moots as well as san himself. as i said with hwa, type 2s at their best are unselfish, altruistic, and maintain an unconditional love for others. people person and people-pleaser. extremely empathetic and give good advice. self worth depends on the love and approval of others. considerate, generous, helpful. fears becoming worthless. does not want to be taken for granted. may become overly involved in the lives of others. energetic, romantic, and sensitive to other’s needs and feelings. and like i said with hongjoong, type 3s believe that only through performance, achievement, and success will they gain love and approval. can be very self conscious and self critical; wants to appear their best. motivated and motivating, constantly on a journey of self-improvement. their unwavering belief in themselves and desire for self development inspires others to do the same. a role model. 

mingi stans: type 7 (the enthusiast) or type 9 (the peacemaker) -> like i said with yunho, type 7s are constantly seeking out new experiences. playful, optimistic, versatile, and extroverted. can be “scatter-brained” and end up undisciplined or over-extended. become satisfied when they are able to focus their talents on worthwhile goals. approach to life is not unlike “a kid in a candy store”. able to pick up skills and talents with relative ease, though when confronted with too many, they are unable to choose one to focus on. balance is key. like i said with hwa, type 9s are the mediators, the ones to avoid anger and conflict at all costs. passive aggressive under stress. seeks peace through acquiesce and acceptance. able to bring people together and solve conflicts. very in touch with their inner selves. goal-oriented but not aggressive. do not do well under pressure. struggle with finding a strong sense of identity. “spiritual seekers”, yearns for a connection with the cosmos as well as other people. 

wooyoung stans: type 7 (the enthusiast) or type 8 (the challenger) -> like i said with yunho and mingi, type 7s hate being bored; they are constantly seeking excitement, freedom, and a variety of interesting and new experiences. an avoider; they avoid pain and fear by escaping into fun and pleasure. often have difficulty with commitment and following through. easily distracted and can become exhausted from being constantly on the go. do not attempt to control. brain works at a mile a minute, much faster than anyone else is able to comprehend. aims to stay upbeat and look forward to a bright, positive future. type 8s are proud, confident, powerful, and strong. not afraid of confrontation. extremely self assertive and independent, might be intimidating to others. have difficulty with allowing themselves to be vulnerable. quick to anger but easy to appease. fears being harmed or controlled by others. denies weakness or fear. refuse to “give in” to social convention. 

jongho stans: type 5 (the investigator) or type 8 (the challenger) -> type 5s are visionaries, able to see the world in an entirely new way. focus on complex ideas and skills, sometimes to the point of detachment from the real world. relentless in their pursuit for knowledge. believe that they will eventually figure things out from the safety of their minds. hate feeling useless or incapable. compartmentalize people and situations. minimalist lifestyle; holds back strong feelings and desires/needs. like i said with wooyoung, type 8s are confident, impulsive, and aggressive. not afraid to go after what they want. difficulty being vulnerable. courageous, make good leaders, and protective of the weak. feel the need to control their environment (people as well) which may end up coming off as intimidating and domineering. want to be self reliant by proving their strength and resisting weaknesses. seek total independence and do not like being indebted to anyone. exercise an enormous amount of will, endurance, and persistence in their day-to-day lives. 

[tokyoghoose]

forgive these bastards ➤ prologue

summary ➣ when detective akaashi comes across a rather complicated case, he is faced with many challenges along the way. In his attempt to solve the murder of a young woman and a string crimes, he must work beside the reader to learn more about the victim. ( detective au )

theme song ➢ im not a good person - pat the bunny, sleep is for the weak - the dreadnoughts, the quittin kind - eleisha eagle, how do you sleep - himalayas, blow my brains out - tikkle me, when i was done dying - dan deacon, stalkers tango - autoheart, youre nobody until somebody wants you dead - saint motel, kitchen fork - john conte, distant past - everything everything, cough cough - everything everything

warnings ➢ mentions of murder and death, description of blood and gore.

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here it is! the prologue of ftb! :) I'm super excited to start this series! this is a little shorter than i wanted it to be, but I'm still pretty happy with it.

feedback is appreciated and welcome! requests are open!

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"Keiji, it's getting dark. Why not come inside for the night?"

The sun was just over the horizon, the moon coming up to replace it. It's bright—the orange and pink colors. The image is burned into young Akaashi's memory when he looks over. He waves at his mother with a nod before passing the volleyball back to his friends and running over. The scrapes on his palm sting and the bruises on his legs hurt a little, but he doesn't mind the sensation. It feels like freedom—even if he doesn't really understand the full meaning of the moon. This is what he imagines it feels like.

Games to be played with friends and laughter. If this is what life holds then he is more than willing to live it. His naivety holds firm when he grabs his mother hand at the door, being pulled into a brisk hug. She laughs and pats his hair and he thinks it's the kindest gesture in the world. He snuggles closer before pulling away to see dinner on the table. His mother locks up, looking quietly into the city with concerned eyes. She wasn't going to let anyone hurt him, the smile that she cherishes wasn't going to fade as long as she could help it. She turns with a smile, passing him a plastic fork before listening to the adventures Akaashi had gone on that day.

Childhood seems so far now.

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If you were to tell Akaashi's five year old self that seventeen years later everything he thought about freedom and life was a lie and he would become a detective who took away other's freedom, he'd probably laugh and then cry and cry some more. If you were to tell him that his mother would die so he'd have to be raised by his aunt at the age of thirteen, he'd probably punch you in face in attempt to break your nose—and if you then told him that's the reason he became a detective and went through five grueling years of internships and having to learn how to stomach crime scenes in the first place, he'd make sure to add a swift kick to the shin with it. Even at twenty, if someone—anyone—would have told him that he'd never get sleep again because of the things he'd see day to day, eventually becoming desensitized, but still having nightmares that kept him up all hours of the night—well, he'd probably just brush it off because he thought he'd be different.

News flash: he's not different.

In attempt to rub sleep from his eyes (ironic considering he got maybe an hour), Akaashi yawns, triggering a chain reaction from his assistant. The city is bustling with talk of the latest murder—a social media personality. Twitter is blowing up with the hashtags 'rip' and 'always & forever.' Yet, hardly any of the people tweeting and saying things like: 'always in our hearts, never forget,' didn't know her personally. They knew the internet version of her, the side she showed to the world and not the side she was personally. To the world she is known as an idol—a hero to some.

But everyone has their dark secrets.

The car stops along the house's pavement, the driveway a large circle with a statue in the middle. His first thought is someone was in it for the money, maybe a robbery gone wrong. Stepping out the car, he snaps on some gloves and looks around before being handle the case file from an officer on duty, being caught up to speed.

The house is pristine except for the blood that has dried up on the tiled floor. It's a stark contrast from all the white and gold. Minimalist; he notes. Akaashi skims the file before looking at the body and watching it get zipped up into a black bag before being carried away. All that's left is half an outline and some splatter across the floor.

He pinches the bridge of his nose. Just what he needs—more nightmare fuel. But a job is a job no matter how tired he is.

"Alright, let's start at the entrances. Check the windows and doors."

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Red. Why is there so much red? Whose breathing is that? And why is it so loud?

Your eyes finally focus on the hand outstretched in front of you, widening at the sight. A silent scream escapes past your lips and shakes your body, making you stumble backwards. The shaking hand blocks the view, forcing your eyes away from the scene. The thumping of your heart and blood in your eyes is so deafening that it makes you lightheaded. You felt sick. You were going to vomit, pushing down a gag and covering your mouth.

You look at your hands, willing them to stop shaking in tight fists before looking at the body below you. Blonde hair dyed red from the puddle. A sob wracks through you.

Heaving a heavy breath you weren't aware you were holding and gripping your phone tightly, you dial the police. Your voice shakes when speaking:

"H-help, please. She's dead! "

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Akaashi rubs at his temple in attempt to soothe an oncoming headache, the dim yellow light at his desk straining his eyes. He looks at the file, nibbling on his lip in irritation. The pictures of the scene and the overall file and personal file just swarms his head with mixed up information and he honestly isn't sure where to start. With a soft sigh he leans back into his seat, crossing his arms over his chest.

The case is gruesome, a red massacre. Victim was stabbed six times in the abdominal, close to gutted even, but the blunt truama to her head shows she was dead before hitting floor. The door hadn't been broken in, the wood and hinges still in place like they hadn't been shaken—perhaps she let them in. The window had been forced open from the inside, the paint that previously sealed it being chipped aggressively against the pane. It could've been some loopy stalker, but the more he looks at the case it's less likely.

His head hurts and he can't focus and it's getting late.

He begins to nipple of his thumb nail, bringing it up to his lips in deep thought. The red strings in his brain trying to connect the dots sooner than it's actually possible. He's smart, but not that smart. His eyes slowly shift to the post-it note beside the biege file, a number scribbled down messily. They had sent you home with an officer to calm down from the shock. It had been about two days now as they waited for the autopsies and inspected, but time was running short and he needed your statement before the case runs cold and slips through his fingers. He'd have to interrogate you, ask you to speak on behalf of your friend. It seems you would know the most about her and her true identity as her emergency contact. Maybe‐ hopefully, you'd help provide answers.

But he hates this part. The part where he has to call traumatized homicide victims and witnesses. He doesn't do well at comforting people, especially when he's the type to cut straight to the point. He doesn't know how to stop someone from crying (because someone always does) and he can never stop himself from saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. He's blunt and yet, he's like a double edged sword. And he knows what they feel because he's been there and he sees it every day, even if he wasn't involved directly. If it haunts him at night, then it must taunt them all day. It's a hard push to get over, and even then the wounds never really heal. Suppose that's why Akaashi keeps pushing to solve cases, even cold ones, because he knows how it feels to be hopeless with a dark mentality. Nothing else matters until the killer is at the mercy of law.

He goes back to gnawing on his abused bottom lip, leaning forward to grab the black office phone before dialing the number. He lets it ring, twice before he hears the line click and a soft, weak 'hello?' He clears his throat, picking up his pen to write down anything he may need. This isn't his first rodeo, afterall.

"Hello, is this l/n y/n? Yes, this is the detective on case. Would you mind coming in to answer a few questions about your friend, Michiko?"

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[etherealwaifgoddess]

Maybe I Am? - Chpt.2

Characters: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Summary: Steve takes a risk and the guys go out on a “date”. Master list HERE

Content Warning: first “date” cuteness, making out 

Word Count: 2.5k

Author’s Note: Hello lovelies! Today is one of those days where I am eternally grateful for having a “draft” option. Because honestly, ya girl is exhausted. So yay for drafts! Enjoy chapter two. I’m honestly too tired to give ya’ll a better note right now. :-\   XOXO - Ash

Chapter Two

Steeeeve [9:32:08PM]: Hey, it’s Steve.

Bucky Barnes [9:32:47PM]: hi steve

Steeeeve [9:33:15PM]: I had a lot of fun meeting up today.

Bucky Barnes [9:33:39PM]: me 2

Steve huffed staring at Bucky’s second generic response. He was usually so much more lively. Steve took a long sigh and started texting what he needed to get off his chest.

Steeeeve [9:35:21PM]: I’m sorry if I came off as confused or misleading. 

Steeeeve [9:35:26PM]: I didn’t mean to do that. But I am kind of confused right now. 

Steeeeve [9:35:35PM]: I spent so much time liking the idea of you, and you in real life was even more amazing than I could have expected. But I’ve never dated a guy before and I never expected to want to. And now I think I do. 

Steeeeve [9:35:49PM]: I’m sorry. This probably isn’t any less confusing. I’m apparently really bad at this lol. I guess what I’m trying to say is, will you go out on a maybe-date with me? I want to try and see how I feel. I don’t want to string you on, but I want to try.

Bucky stared at the flurry of texts coming into his phone. Damn, serial texter much? He read and re-read Steve texts a few times, chewing nervously his bottom lip, trying to find a response. He wasn’t willing to let his heart get trample on again, not after Brock. But he really liked Steve and if there was a chance Steve might like him too, it was too good to pass up. He had a distinct feeling he was going to regret it, but he tapped out the only honest response he could think of.

Bucky Barnes [9:44:13PM]: i like u 2 steve. i get that ur confused. lets try ur maybe-date and see how it goes? if it goes well cool, if not no hard feelings. k?

Steeeeve [9:45:20PM]: Thank you. Really, thank you for being so great about this. Can we get dinner one night this week? 

Bucky Barnes [9:45:55PM]: im free any nite but tues

Steeeeve [9:46:10PM]: I can do Friday night around 7. There’s a really great Mexican place a few blocks over from the gym if you’re willing to schelp all the way over to Park Slope. 

Bucky Barnes [9:46:31PM]: sounds good. see u then

Bucky sighed, putting his phone away into the pocket of his favorite old hoodie. He had a date. A maybe-date, but for some reason that felt good enough for him at the moment.

xxXxx

Steve discovered the best part of being able to text Bucky wasn’t just that their chatting was no longer limited to when they were both near a computer, but that they now had a full range of emojis, memes, and GIFs at their disposal. He could now send Bucky random funny things he found during the day and he felt a little proud when Bucky would send back a string of laughing emojis, knowing he had brightened the other man’s day a little. He had worried with their maybe-date looming things might be a little awkward but if anything they were going even better. By the time Friday came Steve was genuinely looking forward to their maybe-date. He had even gone out on Wednesday before his shift at the gym to pick up a set of clothes that were distinctly not gym wear. He couldn’t remember the last time he bought a button up shirt but he had to admit the blue and white checked shirt looked nice on him. He was trying not to stress over the maybe-date but he felt this gnawing need to know, definitively, if he was truly interested in Bucky, or just the fantasy of WinterBae. 

Steve raced home Friday to shower and change, hoping he’d left himself enough time to do all that and still make it over to Los Aztecas in time. Taking the time to slick back his hair and do a quick shave, Steve was hustling out the door only to realize he’d forgotten the bottle of wine once he got outside. After a fast double back for the wine he was on his way, making it to the tiny authentic Mexican restaurant with three minutes to spare. He had barely stopped walking when he saw Bucky hopping out of an uber. Steve felt a little flutter at the sight of Bucky and he took it as a good sign. 

Bucky looked amazing in his dark skinny jeans and a silky looking black shirt. A minimalist necklace was around his throat, the simple bar resting just below the wings of his collarbones. Steve noticed Bucky had swapped out the cheery beaded bracelets he’d worn on Sunday for a set of sleek silver and leather ones. He looked like he belonged on the cover of a fashion magazine and Steve felt ridiculous in what Sam had teased was his bible salesman outfit. 

“Heya.” Bucky greeted warmly, extending an arm for a half hug.

“Hey,” Steve echoed, hugging back with his free hand. “Ready for the best Mexican food of your life?” 

“Definitely, let’s go.” 

Steve led Bucky inside the little restaurant, its cozy decor making the place feel intimate instead of cramped. Steve had called ahead for reservations so they were whisked off to a table as soon as he gave the concierge his name. Bucky was looking around fascinated, taking in all the colorful decorations. 

“It’s really something, huh?” Steve prompted with a smile.

Bucky nodded in agreement, “Yeah, it’s beautiful. So much art packed into so little space. Thanks for bringing me here, Steve.” 

“It’s one of my favorite places in the area, mostly for the tacos but also for the art. I got my degree in fine art before I switched gears and went back to get certified in exercise science.” 

“That’s quite a switch.” Bucky laughed.

“Art will always be my first love, but it’s not exactly profitable. And once I got healthier I knew I wanted to help other people do the same. I was really sick as a kid and didn’t hit any major growth spurts until I was almost 21. After that, I worked out a lot getting used to my new body and fell in love with the gym.” 

“Wow. I’m glad you were able to get healthier, and it’s sweet you’re trying to give back to others with that.” 

“Do you go to a gym? I won’t be offended that it’s a competitor, I swear.”  

Bucky barked out a laugh, “No. God, no. I am perfectly happy with not having abs or a totally flat stomach as long as waffles exist.” 

Steve couldn’t help his eyes dropping to Bucky’s stomach which honestly couldn’t have had more than the smallest layer of padding across it. “That’s okay too. Waffles are pretty great.” 

The waitress stopped by to uncork their wine and drop off a basket of fresh tortilla chips and salsa verde. 

“What did you bring?” Bucky asked as he took the glass of white wine Steve had poured him.

“Albariño. A waitress here recommended it a few years ago and now it’s my go to. It’s light and crisp, and kinda citrusy? I’m not a wine snob but it’s damn good and goes really well with tacos. I hope you like white wine, I forgot to ask.” 

“I’ve yet to meet a white wine I didn’t like, so you’re safe.” Bucky sipped the wine and his eyes lit up, “Oh yeah, this is good. I’ll be hunting this down next time I go shopping.” 

“You can get it over at the little wine boutique near the farmers market in Sunset Park. They always have this kind.”

“Nice, I’ll have to check it out. My sister will love this the next time she visits.” 

The conversation flowed as the basket of tortilla chips disappeared, only ebbing when their platters arrived and they tucked into their food. Steve had ordered his usual taco platter while Bucky opted for the taquitos platter, an assortment of slow roasted meats wrapped in thin crispy shells. He let out a groan at his first bite that had Steve’s heart stuttering in his chest. The maybe-date had mostly felt like a friend-date up until that point, though Steve had to admit there was a tiny flutter of like there too. But the noise Bucky made and the expression on his face had Steve thinking anything but friends only thoughts. 

Bucky caught Steve staring at him as he licked a dribble of sauce off his bottom lip. He hadn’t gotten a distinct date-date vibe from Steve but the look on the blonde’s face was priceless. Bucky thought he probably had made a similar one the first time he saw Devon Sawa in Wild America when he was 12. He had never stood a chance of being straight after that. Testing the waters a little bit, Bucky smirked at Steve, making it abundantly clear he’d been caught staring. Steve flushed and Bucky’s smile widened. There might be hope after all.

Steve wasn’t sure if it was the wine or too many tacos but by the time dinner was over he felt glued to his seat. He hated knowing the evening was coming to an end and wanted to do something, anything, to prolong it. The waitress dropped off the sales receipt with a pen and Steve tried to steady his hand as he signed his name. He knew he needed to muster up his courage or he would be saying goodbye to Bucky in mere minutes.

“Thanks again for paying.” Bucky said after draining the last of his wine, “This was really nice.” 

“It was.” Steve agreed, seeing his chance, “You know, I have another bottle of this wine back at my place if you wanna come over for a bit. Maybe you could help me find that movie app you were telling me about for the Fire Stick?”

“Sure, I’m happy to help. I won’t say no to more of that wine either.” Bucky stamped down the hopeful cheering in his chest that Steve was inviting him over. The poor guy probably didn’t mean that anything would happen other than wine and tech help but Bucky could always dream. He would be respectful though, he resolved to himself. He’d never dated a guy who was questioning his sexuality before and Bucky didn’t want to push too far too soon. Bucky figured it was best to let Steve set the pace and just hope his heart didn’t get run over in the process. 

Steve’s apartment was only four blocks from the restaurant, a second floor walk up in an old converted brownstone. It was nicer than Bucky’s little hole in the wall apartment and even had a small second bedroom that Steve had set up as a home office. After giving Bucky a quick tour, he led them to the kitchen to pull another bottle of Albariño out of his cabinet. Passing a stemless glass to Bucky, he poured them both a generous amount of wine which they carried out to the living room so Bucky could show Steve the app he’d mentioned during dinner. A few clicks and a quick download later, Steve had access to a ridiculous amount of free movies. 

“This is so great.” Steve praised, clicking through the different options. “Oh I love this one!”

“Hm?” Bucky looked up from his glass to see Steve hovering over 10 Things I Hate About You. “Oh that one is great. I remember wanting to be Patrick Verona when I grew up after seeing that.” 

Steve gave an amused side eyed look at Bucky. “I think you did a decent job.” he teased, throwing on the movie out of sheer impulse.

Bucky laughed, “You’re sweet. But god knows I’ll never be that smooth.” 

“You’re better off than me. I’ve been told I’m hopeless on more than one occasion.” 

“You hold your own, Rogers.” Bucky assured him, reaching over to take Steve’s hand in his, stroking the pad of his thumb over the ridges of Steve’s knuckles. 

Steve blinked slowly, looking from their joined hands up to Bucky’s face. It felt good, that fluttery feeling stirring in his gut at the contact. He gave Bucky a smile and squeezed his hand gently, making sure his consent was clear.

The movie rolled and they sipped their wine as Patrick did his best to woo Kat. Bucky slowly nudged closer to Steve until he was pressed against his side, his head leaning against Steve’s shoulder. He was warm and comfortable and completely unwilling to move by the time Letters to Cleo played into the credits. 

“I can’t believe it’s after eleven already.” Steve yawned. 

Bucky yawned next, set off by Steve’s. “Same. I had a really good night, Steve.” He looked up curiously, wondering if Steve had found any new revelations on their maybe-date. 

“Me too. This was… really nice. Hey, um, I know this was a maybe-date, but maybe um…”

Bucky shifted so he could sit up taller and face Steve while he fumbled for words.

“I, um, I’d really like to kiss you right now.” Steve blurted out, looking equal parts excited and terrified. 

Bucky’s smile was like the sun. “Okay, yeah.” Bucky reached out to cup Steve’s cheek, going agonizingly slow to give Steve a chance to bolt if he needed it. He leaned up a little and Steve craned his neck down, tentatively meeting Bucky’s lips with his own. 

A soft press, a pause, another soft press, and then the kiss deepened, Bucky’s lips parting to slot Steve’s with his. Steve let out a choked off moan, unable to believe what he was doing and how good it felt. He let a hand rake through Bucky’s hair and it only made him want to feel more of the silky locks. The scent of cedar and teak from his cologne filled Steve’s nose and though it was very distinctly male, Steve couldn’t get enough of it. It was so much more than he could have expected but also not nearly enough. He was breathing raggedly when he finally pulled back, repressing a shudder at the well kissed expression on Bucky’s face. His full bottom lip was shining and red, his eyes heavy lidded and his chest heaving just as much as Steve’s. 

“Whoa.” Steve finally breathed out in amazement.

“Yeah, whoa.” Bucky agreed. “So does this help in sorting out if this was a date-date?”

“I think it was definitely a date-date.” 

“I’m glad. And do you think you’d want to try another date sometime?”

“When are you free next?” Steve chuckled, only half kidding. 

“Easy there, pal.” Bucky warned lightly, patting Steve’s ridiculously broad chest. “We’ll find a day again soon.” 

Steve nodded, knowing Bucky was right for wanting to take things slow. He led Bucky over to the door, giving him one last quick kiss goodbye before the brunette headed out into the early summer night. Steve was still floored by his own reactions to Bucky but it felt so right that he couldn’t agonize over it for long. 

[fireandbloodtargaryenn]

End Of Our Time Part 3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warning: Angst. Major Angst.

Summary: Reader and Bucky are going through one of their roughest patches ever, which ultimately leads to the words you never wanted to hear.

The days and weeks after the worst day of the reader’s life and starts to begin her life without her husband as she moves on as best as they can.

A/N: As always I hope everyone that reads this enjoys it. Don’t forget to leave feedback (That’s important) and I apologise for spelling and grammar errors.

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It had been a couple of days since leaving your apartment and the break down of your marriage to Bucky Barnes, this has hit you harder than you'd imagined, you have been drinking till you blacked out for the past 3 days and isolating yourself from others and it was starting to affect all of your relationships. You were fast asleep as the sun started to trickle through the curtains of your room, you were laying face down in bed as cans and bottles of alcohol were scattered around your minimalistic bedroom.

Suddenly Natasha knocked then barged into your room with very little warning. Natasha ripped open the curtains to brighten up your room, then she walked over to your bed and started shaking you in order to wake you up. “Come on Y/N! You’ve been in your room for 3 days now. We need to get you out of bed.” yelled Natasha.

“I’m up Nat, Jesus Fucking Christ, what’s the time?” you groaned as you got up out of bed.

“9:00am Y/N, you need to get out of here, you can’t keep locking yourself up in here.

Groaning as you cradled your head, you had the nastiest hangover you have ever received, you staggered to get out of your bed and into the bathroom and showering was the least you could do. Natasha was standing near your desk as she picked up a photo of you and your parents on your wedding day. It was the best day of your life and made so many good memories, it hurt to see that none of that love between you and Bucky was there anymore. 

As soon as you got out of the shower, you noticed that Natasha was holding a photo that you loved so much. It was one of the best photos from your wedding day that you’ve ever had and giving it away or leaving it behind wasn't an option.

“Best I tell you now Y/N” said Natasha slowly.

“Tell me what Natasha?” you looked at her sternly

“Bucky, he was cheating on you with another woman, someone Steve was with for awhile, you remember Sharon Carter?” Natasha said as she put down the photo of you and your parents on your wedding day.

“How long Natasha?” you asked.

“4 1/2 months, I knew something was up when they spent an awful lot of intimate time together and getting extremely Close, I’ve monitored them closely and I/” said Natasha.

“Enough! I dont wanna hear anymore about that cheating bastard anymore” As you slammed your hand on the wall.

You grabbed your coat and Natasha followed, you needed to get out of your room and assuming as word had quickly spread about the split between you and Bucky.

Walking into the kitchen and made yourself a cup of hot coffee with Nat following close behind, Steve was sitting on the stool on the counter top reading the New York Times and was still handsome as ever and Sam was sitting neat the couch watching Good Morning America as Nat leaned against the counter near you.

Natasha was like a big sister towards you and she felt very protective of you during the most difficult period of time that you were currently going through

“Good Morning Y/N, I see Natasha convinced you to get you out of bed this morning” Steve chucked to himself 

“Morning Steve...yeah, I have a killer headache, it’s been a rough couple of days, i’m sure the most of the worst things are over” you chuckled.

“God you look awful there Y/N” said Sam as he walked over and patted you on the shoulder.

“Oh shut up” you said sarcastically swatting Sam’s hand away.

The mood was quickly broken when Bucky entered the room, Natasha quickly side glanced and noticed that he was coming towards every one and was quick to move and became more protective and defensive.

You quickly side glanced over and noticed him for the first time in days. Then you turned and faced him, you heart skipped a beat and butterflies were fluttering in your stomach you were so nervous.

His face was stone cold and heartless with no emotion, there was nothing to him, clearly he had not changed for the better but for the worst it had appeared and you wanted to make him pay and make his life a living hell.

Just by seeing him was bring up so many old memories, like opening up an old wound that was only just starting to heal properly. This not was the situation you had In mind.

As soon you’ve made your coffee, you shifted your position, Sam and Steve did not move from their positions, the situation was starting to get awkward. At some point someone had to say or so something.

“There is no need Nat. Im sure I can handle it.” You said as you sipped your coffee and winked at her and purposefully sat next to Steve as he went back reading the New York Times.

You put your head on Steve’s shoulder, you knew what you were doing and Natasha and Sam were picking up on it very quickly as Natasha started to smirk. Steve was not really paying attention to what was going on since Bucky entered the room.

Bucky clenched his fists and stormed out as quickly as he came in, you smirked a little but as a sense of accomplishment overcame you. It still hurts to see him again so sooner after the break up.

A couple of hours later, you went back to your room and wrote in your journal for the first time in three days.

I saw my soon to be ex husband for the first time in three days. He looks just as cold hearted as he left me. It still hurts to see him and i’m starting to move on from him...I’m starting to like another guy. I think im going to be ready to start a new relationship very soon. I think I can handle it.

[gaylortruther]

(many) tag games

saw someone else do this so i figured i’d go through all my tag games in one looong post instead of spamming you all with a bunch of separate posts!

i’m gonna tag everyone now and yall can choose which tag games you want to do or whether you want to do them all (or whether you want to do any)!!

thanks to everyone who tagged me in all of these! i LOVE being tagged in tag games and i am always up for more! <3

tagging THE SANCTION (including ppl that i haven’t gotten up on the page yet im sorry abfjffsdhsjbjsdf it will happen SOON):  @newdivinities @wolvesofarcadia @maskedlady @victoiirres @sancta-silje @bumblebeesonpaper @wasting-ink-not-youth @horrorspell @ya-lady-tauriel @awritinglen @purpleshadows1989 @ivonoris @theforgottencoolkid @the-ichor-of-ruination @grotesqu-e @lucacangettathisass @tea-ndi @hazeywrites @lunar895 @thewordsinthesky-andstars

[LAST LINE TAG]

TAGGED BY  @melwrotethat AND @hazeywrites

thank you both for the tags! these are the last few lines of the prologue-excerpt-thing i wrote for the page i’m working on for WHERE THE CELLAR MEETS THE SKY

Somehow, Collin hears them. Silently, she rolls up her sleeve, and Rowan feels the Collin Sutherland they knew is somewhere far, far away. The tattoos are black, geometric in design, two on each arm, and eerily similar to the ones Rowan has just discovered on their own left arm. They're sure if they were to roll up their right sleeve, they would find more.

"I should have told you a long time ago," Collin whispers. "I didn't know you were a part of it, but I should have guessed. I didn't want to put you in danger."

"I'm not- I don't- in danger of what?"

The waves crash onto the shore, and in the distance, a seagull cries, sending Collin into action. She grabs Rowan's hand and starts pulling, dragging them back behind the house.

"Come on. We don't have a lot of time, we have to get going. I can tell you everything on the way. I don't know why he brought me here instead of straight to the veil, damn it-,"

"Wait!," they say, wrenching their hand out of her grasp. "Just- stop! Where are we going?!"

Collin's eyes flash bright, despite the lack of sunlight. "Home."

yeah, a bit long, a bit unedited, but *shrugs*

[SPELL OUT UR URL USING SONG TITLES]

TAGGED BY @tea-ndi

thank you sage!!! <3

hard feelings/loveless | lorde

another one of those days | cavetown

let’s fall in love for the night | FINNEAS

ocean eyes | billie eilish

honey and milk | flower face

i know | king princess ft fiona apple

dreamz | sara king

iloveyou | BETWEEN FRIENDS

nobody’s home | gnash

greek god | conan gray

sycamore girl | rex orange county 

and there you have a small sample of my music taste! add in literally every taylor swift song (dont judge me), some lo-fi tunes without ANY words whatsoever, and the occasional fall out boy or panic at the disco goddamn absolute banger, and you have my XANDERS JAMS playlist on spotify. ENJOY

[11/11/11 TAG]

TAGGED BY @awritinglen <333333333333333333333333

thank you for tagging me len!!! your questions were so fun!! i’m doing this for WHERE THE CELLAR MEETS THE SKY

Name all OCs in your WIP

OMFG okay,,, wait do you mean full names?? POV characters as of rn are Collin Aisling Sutherland, Rowan Tilley (doesn’t have a middle name) and Avery Bristol Charter. then the next most important one is Isaac Michael Rosewell, even though he’s the antagonist. then the side characters that are still very featured are Noah Rosalyn Pratten, Reese Iseul Radley, and Sage Emarosa Delgado. THEN we get into the very very side characters, Willa Robinson and her son August Robinson. then we have Avery’s parents, Alaric and the late Octavia Charter. and thennnnn we have Beldane Moreno, Avery’s uncle and Collin’s grandfather (undecided abt that last name but going w it for now). i promise it all makes sense. i promise anfnfsjnfdjsfd

Name at least one hobby your Main character love

i’ll give this one to Collin, she is a musician! Avery’s mother always taught her music before The Accident (dun dun dunnn) and after Collin was abandoned in the Nigh she threw herself into music. she plays guitar mostly, but she secretly loves piano the best out of every instrument she knows

3 sentences about your current WIP

OOF. im so bad at summaries why would you do this to meee abfhshjbsbshfjsbf. “A determined believer wants to return to a home that never wanted her. Almost 4000 miles away, an incisive, intellectual outcast of a dreamer muses over getting out of their hometown. And infinities away from them both, a teenage revolutionary disappears into thin air, on his way to bring back his past and fix his (and everyone’s) future.”

Is there a romance in your WIP and did you plan it from the beginning?

yes! there are three! they are definitely a main focus of the plot, but not THE main focus. Reese and Rowan were definitely planned from the beginning. Collin and Noah were, too, but they weren’t originally enemies to lovers, and they are now (hehehehehe). and Isaac and Avery were DEFINITELY not planned from the beginning. in fact, Avery was originally paired up with Sage, but it’s literally so much better this way and i’m so glad it’s been changed. Isaac and Avery has been planned since about when Isaac’s character was thought up, one year into planning WTCMTS.

What genre(s) is it?

a mix of dystopia and urban fantasy. and it’s YA, borderline NA because some of the characters are 19-20, but i still think YA is appropriate because of the style of writing.

What’s the aesthetic of two of your characters?

fun question! Collin’s aesthetic is very emo-punk, with a splash of yellow towards the end of the series. piercings, blue hair, rips on clothing, dirty converse, smudged eyeliner, safety pins. the yellow comes in as part of her character arc, as she learns to accept that her childhood memories are tainted and not actually perfect utopia. Rowan is way more minimalist (sometimes). they’re into the bookstagram type aesthetic, and mom jeans with sneakers, jean jackets, plants against a white wall, colorblocked windbreakers, rain against a car window.

When did you start your current WIP?

WTCMTS was started in august of 2017 

How far along are you in the process (i.e 1st/2nd/3rd draft, worldbuilding)

still worldbuilding, unfortunately, for personal reasons

Who’s the hardest character for you to write?

OOOOOOF. sage or rowan?

What music genre best decribes your main character(s) and whats their favorite?

Collin - alternative (favorite band would be like twenty one pilots, p!atd) 

Rowan - ichillwave (clario, rex orange county)

Avery - emo (fall out boy, all time low)

Isaac - indie alternative OR instrumental lofi (jaymes young, birdy)

Noah - electropop (lorde, halsey, charlie xcx)

Reese - folk rock (the head and the heart, of monsters and men)

Sage - indie pop (lana del ray, florence + the machine)

Are you working on more than one WIP?

yes! i have four currently but only two are important lol, ILLUNIUS and WHERE THE CELLAR MEETS THE SKY (this one). WIP PAGE

MY QUESTIONS

how did you come up with the title for your WIP?

is there anything you want to change about your WIP but you are hesitating on?

do you have a favorite character? a character that is your baby?

write a tinder bio for one of your characters.

how do you feel about epilogues? does your wip include an epilogue?

what changes does your MC go through over the course of the story?

what is the most significant insignificant thing that happens in your story? don’t explain why it is significant if it spoils things ;)

do you know what will happen after the ending of your wip, or would you rather not picture it?

how long does your wip span? is it a novel? a series? does it have prequels or spin-off wips?

what is a major internal conflict for your MC? 

do you include flashbacks in your wip? do you like writing flashbacks?

[HOW TO KNOW YOU’RE IN A ______ NOVEL TAG]

TAGGED BY @writevevo​ AND @wolvesofarcadia​

thank you both for this tag! it’s so much fun and both of your novels sound like novels that would be very interesting to be stuck in :D

inspired by this post

HOW TO KNOW YOU’RE IN A HALOHIDINGS NOVEL

you’re an older sibling and you have a younger sibling. you’re extremely bitter towards your younger sibling for stealing opportunities from you, damning you to a life you never truly wanted. your younger sibling adores you and just wants to please you. they never meant to do it. 

you’re stuck in constant, wistful wanderlust, never feeling like you truly belong, never fitting in anywhere, not with friends, not with family, and when you finally find the place you’ve been looking for, you realize it’s nothing like you dreamed or remembered.

you’re not heterosexual. no one around you is. no one is cisgender either. where are they? no one knows. 

you have a peculiar capability dancing under your skin. it trickles from your pores and muddles with your mind. maybe you asked for it, maybe it was predestined, maybe you never wanted anything to do with it. whatever the reason, it’s there, and you don’t know what’s you and what’s it. maybe you’re not meant to ask. maybe you’re meant to succumb. 

your memories are as fickle as the rain, coming and going and breaking through the clouds, shattering the fog and disappearing with the sun. you can’t recall what you’re doing here, or where you’re meant to be instead. what’s your name?, they ask. you don’t know.

there are two worlds. one world is blissfully unaware of this, or at least, as unaware as any world of millions and millions of people can be. no secret can be kept forever, they tell you. you are desperately trying to keep the secret.

the one closest to you, despite your abhorrent denial of this fact, the one you would trust with your life, will betray you. because of their decision, their selfishness, you will either lose them, or lose yourself.

THOSE WERE SO FUN OMG. they all mostly apply to both of my major wips, which is probably bad. oh well LMAO

SORRY THAT WAS SOOOOOOOO LONG hope at least someone does one of these tag games lol <3 

xander out

[coromoor]

Submission: (It’s way too long to post it in the inbox so i will submit it like that, im sorry 😂)

Hello Cor! I just want to share my thoughts and my feelings with you ha ha because I’m so emotional right now like I dunno how to feel… It’s like im in denial but not that much? Im sad and all but the good fandom post and memes make me so happy ha ha and also, i can’t really be sad after such a beautiful chap. It’s was nearly perfect, i really loved it! (I want to say a random fact that this chapter was the longest I spend time on, 3h to read it ha ha ha) So, I have so much to say about it 😂

First, I really loved the contrast of the last two chapter covers with the B&W lycoris/butterfly and the minimalistic look, such an impact and it’s stunning!

Second, all the characters look are amazing! Hide? SUCH A CUTIE AND PERFECT BOI ❤️ (his smiley mask, i can’t 😭) Tsukiyama with his shorter hair and his hair on the side? PERFECT he really looks like a prince and/or a character from a shojo (as expected of TG XD) Nishiki with a little undercut? YASSSS good shit 👌 Urie with no undercut? ALSO VERY GOOD 👌 (he got an Ayato look :x) Mutsuki & Shinsanpei with shorter hair? GIVE IT TO ME Yusa? Still with fluffy hair! Yomo with (i hope it’s pink) ribbons? A dream comes true!!!!!!😭👌 Pleasure-chan? SO FCKING PERFECT SHES PERFECT I CANT OMFG AND KANEKI AND TOUKA ❤️💖❤️💖❤️💖😭👌😭👌😭👌 (and all the characters are perfect so many, to react to them all 😂)

Third, it was so bittersweet to see Ui, Hirako and Kuramoto seeing each other even when they don’t work together anymore and also when they visit Arima with Fura i- i just- 😭😭😭

Fourth, IM SO HAPPY TO SEE TOKAGE FUCKING FINALLY DEAD YES he really deserved it.

Fifth, Yusa grew up so much he’s so cute & hot i can’t 😭❤️ and the Qs and all at the Chateau living like a big family it’s just so perfect i can’t… My heart 😭❤️ Strong vibes from Urie being the Dad and Saiko being the Mom 😂😂😂 Urie smiling genuinely makes me so happy woahhh i love him so much (and him getting a little bit jealous over Mutsuki’s promotion was 👌) and the photos of the Qs… Like the photo Hori took way back in the first volume and the fact that Urie was making the same hand sign as Shirazu in the lastest Qs photo broke my heart… 😭😭😭

Sixth, the whole part with the reunion of Juuzou and Shinohara was too perfect for me, i couldn’t contain my tears… 😭 The page with Juuzou falling on his knees was so damn powerful and the next page have an even bigger impact with the parallel of the first part. Like Juuzou has the same expression for two similar situation… AND ALSO i broke in tears again when i saw the arcana 21 on Juuzou like… It hit me like a truck and reminded me again that it’s the end, it’s the conclusion and i can’t handle that… 😭💔Anyway, im so happy to see that Juuzou and Shinohara are reunited!

Seventh, all the marriages that happened and no AyaHina (yet) im waiting sensei ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) joking, all the marriages are so pure (Naki and Miza ha ha ha Poor Miza she really is strong and their kids are soooo cute, Nishiki and Kimi, I was really happy to be fully canon after that page in the calendar, they are so perfecttttt 💖 [but JB’s translation makes it like they aren’t married so i dunno actually] and Jiro and Banjou, so cute too!).

Eighth, the part with Rio is sad and I wished we could see more of AkirAmon but i dont really mind!

Ninth, I knew Yomo would be head over heels (well who isn’t lmao?) for Pleasure-chan ha ha and Ayato is like his uncle 😂 I laughed so hard when i saw those panels ha ha

Tenth, the new style for the Clowns is greatttt, i feel like everyone cut their hair shorter 😂 Uta is still great with that hair (Itori too) but something bugs me… Uta… Doesn’t have any tattoos anymore? 🤔 I think it’s maybe something Ishida-sensei forgot since he was in such a rush…

And CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW TOUKA IS PERFECT???????????? 💖 THE QUEEN IS PERFECT 💞💖😭👌 and the second baby Kaneki??? SIGN ME THE FCK UP!!!!! I hope it’s a boy so it’ll become a parallel to the Kirishima siblings ❤️ hu hu hu hu hu and is it me or i feel strange having all the characters infos but not Touka’s? :/

But it was great to see (and notice) that the first character we see of the TG series is Hide and that he’s the first one we see on the last chapter AND! the last one with the character info!!! I loved getting a little bit of his backstory (and even if it’s a mistranslation or smth i want Hide to have canon gay dads ha ha)! And to see Kaneki (being saved by Ayato 👌) so happy and all with his family, his friends, his loved ones, is so pure and amazing, he finally made peace and he is living. It’s such a perfect ending and im so proud of him and grateful to sensei. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ The clear blue sky page is so amazing i can’t… And the last nostalgic color page of TouKen? YES & THANK YOU ISHIDA-SENSEI 🙏❤️😭

It was a great manga that i followed for nearly four years with all the screamings, the tears, the stress, the pains and the joys and i never invested so much time and effort (even tho i remained in the shadows, lurking, of the fandom 😂) into a manga before and im so glad i found people that much invested in it and thank you Cor for always bringing the good in the fandom and let your emotions out for us, I really related to you! 😂 You really are a great person imo, so yeah, really, thank you very much for all the things you did! 😄👍 💖

(And i am so sorry for this big ass text i can’t believe it’s that long :x)

Ps : And also i forgot to talk about Kuroiwa being alive… Well im glad the Kuroiwa family is fine but i thought he was dead, and also Takeomi with his child (i hope he becomes a friend of Pleasure-chan and/or Baby Kaneki in the future) was funny and him and Urie being now bff is A+++++

Pps : Despite having being sold the CCG and endured so much, Saiko (and her mysterious brother, i really want to see his face) took care of their mother until the end…

Ppps : Last but not least, this chapter was really full of love and friendship, it was so bright and blinding, wow! Never a TG chapter felt this radiant before!

Tl;dr This chapter was amazing and a roller coaster of emotions but im so happy to know a fabulous manga like that! ❤️ And that’s all, thx for reading all that nonsense ha ha ha 😂😂😂

I’m answering this from the puddle in the floor I melted into seeing that ending with the blue sky, thankyou for sharing your thoughts and joining me in this fandom! I had so much fun ❤️

[eternalsterekrecs]

can you recommend some soulmates au fics ?

Well, you should definitely start with our SOULMATES tag! After tag, check all these new recs we have for you (there are so many of them)!

SOULMATES

An Unpredictable Amount of Turtles by skoosiepants

Stiles says, “I have a five year plan. A five year plan to popularity that will tank the minute I meet this guy.”

“I feel like you’re exaggerating,” Scott says, but Scott has a katana-wielding badass waiting for him at the other end of the rainbow, and Stiles has terrariums.

Or—

A soulmate au with turtles and angst.

Honey, Can’t you See (The Bloodstains on my Teeth) by Loup_Aigre, TroubleIWant

“Mr Stilinski.” Deaton’s usually impassive face betrays a hint of surprise today, maybe even disappointment. “You haven’t changed your mind.”

Stiles tips his chin up, smiling against his irritation. “Nope,” he confirms, so cheerily it bites. They had arranged this weeks ago, yet Deaton was apparently betting Stiles wouldn’t go through with it in the end. Fuck that. He doesn’t know what it’s like out there, not really. He can afford to hold himself aloof and uninvolved, knowing his druid power is enough to keep him safe in this little office. Stiles can’t. Scott’s pack has got to protect this whole town, and Stiles’ spark isn’t enough to protect all of them while they do it.

The thing is, magic isn’t like the fairy tales. It’s blood and risk and sacrifice. Nothing comes without a price, and anyone who tries to say different is baiting a hook to gut you on. Stiles knows that, has known it since he was a kid and his mother started training him for the inevitable day when he’d need to fight for his life.

That day had come four years ago when she died, and it hasn’t stopped yet.

Of Soulmates, Pseudonyms and Misunderstandings by halcyon1993

Ever since he asked his mother one evening why she had his dad’s name tattooed on the inside of her left wrist, Derek has dreamed of finding his soulmate. There’s only one problem—the name that appears on his wrist on his eighteenth birthday is something he can’t even read.

Weave Soft Spells Over My Sight by AgnesBlue

Derek had blossomed steadily over the past year, growing into his ears and turning even more handsome, if that were possible. But instead of going out and melting the panties off the girls, suddenly he was coming to Stiles all bashed in, demanding that he patch him up like Stiles was some freelance nurse. It was a familiar pattern by now.

AU in which Stiles has been living with the Hales for a few years as their assistant and friend. He needs to deal with Derek, who keeps coming to Stiles with bruises and cuts to be treated, while trying to figure out what the elderly alpha of the Hale pack is up to.

Sometimes It Just Works by MellytheHun

“Fic where, in a fit of post-break-up, drunken depression, stiles throws together a truly pathetic love spell (really, Lydia would be so unimpressed she’d probably disband their weekly magic lessons) in an attempt to find the perfect partner.

But, like everything else in Stiles’ life (and as proof to how much joy the universe gets pulling one over on him) everything goes horribly wrong and instead of the feathery light, rose petal path he’d been expecting to appear and lead him to his true love, a half naked man with harlequin biceps and a beard that could rival most lumber jacks appears in his minimalist studio apartment looking grumpy and endearingly confused.

Cue Stiles’ imminent freak out that includes shoving the man in his hall closet because “Oh my god, I manifested a burly mountain man out of thin air!!”

When really, the spell had just transported Derek from whatever secluded cabin he’d been holed up in for the last few years right into Stiles’ life.”

all else perished by keskasi

There are only so many times a person can fall before the world becomes a vertical blur. Life, Stiles has found, is much the same way. There are only so many times a person can be born, live, and die before the epochs start to smear into one long, eternal day. Or night, as the case may be.

soulmates tbh series by bleep0bleep

Stiles is probably the world’s greatest cynic about soulmates. He couldn’t care less, except that he’s just found his.

Your Mark on my Skin by afullrevolution

Everyone had a mark scrawled somewhere across their body. A name, usually a signature to represent their soul mate, their one and only true love. Stiles has known who his mark belonged to since the third grade. He doesn’t understand how Derek can be so oblivious.

i feel you in every heartbeat by warlocks

Suddenly his entire body felt tingly and sensitive and he could swear gravity had failed on him just then; he couldn’t feel the chair he was sitting on, or where he’d planted his feet on the floor, or the clothes he was wearing, or the pen he was holding, and then his vision started blurring and morphing into a picture of some place that was not his classroom.

“Oh, shi—”

“—it,” he finished with a different voice.

Or, the AU in which, on their 22nd birthday, a person will switch bodies with their soulmate and is left to figure out whom they’re temporarily inhabiting, and how to get back to each other. But because Stiles is Stiles, he forgets that it’s his birthday, and the bodyswap takes him by surprise.

Soul-Mark by PaigeRhiann

His wolf purrs happily because it has taken eighteen years and getting his family killed to finally discover the name of his promised. The person he’s destined to be with. Or, as Werewolves call it – Mate.

“Genim S.” He repeats

“That’s a really fucking weird name” Laura snorts, turning back to the movie.

“Yeah, it is” he nods.

And I Never Thought I’d Ever Say Forever by suchfun

“That was stupid.” He bats the kid’s hands away and rearranges the items in the bag. He’s mixed canned goods and dairy, does this kid even know how to efficiently pack a bag? “The TiMER is a gift.” He says it automatically, because that’s what his mom says. That’s how he was brought up. That’s what he’s supposed to think.

He used to believe it, back when he was sixteen and idealistic, before he actually got his TiMER, back when he was so sure that his soulmate would be Paige. Back when he believed in the romcoms, in his mom’s books, in the elaborate advertisements for TiMERs—the ones with all the interviews with loving real life couples, with testimonials to their effectiveness and their ability to make you happy and fulfilled, with guarantees of an improved quality of life and even life expectancy. Back when he thought meeting his soulmate was an inevitability, not a slim possibility.

Colors by PencilTrash

Soulmates AU: When soulmates visit the same place on the same day, they can see color in the places where the other has been. It allowed you a world full of color for one single day. A day.The universe was cruel like that.It gave soulmates a single day to find each other and seal the bond between them permanently or the color would vanish forever… and so would the bond.

(im)Perfect System by theroguesgambit

Stiles has always felt pretty lucky about his soul mark. After all, how many conversations tend to start with “This is private property”?

(Apparently more than you’d think.)

Countdown by actingup

0000d 00h 00m 37s

He always imagined meeting his soul mate would take forever; that time would slow down and he would see them walking towards him, he would know without a doubt who it was. It might have been someone he’s seen before but never talked to, or it might be a complete stranger that he never would have guessed. He didn’t imagine it in front of about a hundred people, maybe two-hundred, at a Dolphin show.

Soulmate - Delayed Reaction by Verya

When a person turns eighteen their soulmates first words to them appear on the inside of their dominant wrist. Of course it had to be the week when Stiles broke his hand!

Mental Synchronization by kits_lightning

“All at once everything is different, now that I see you

Now that I see you.”

Stiles ended with jazz hands and Scott laughed and took the seat across from him.

“Keep laughing, buddy. I haven’t forgotten Isaac’s two month obsession with Taylor Swift before you two met.”

“We agreed never to bring that up again.”

~*~*~*~*~*~OR the Soulmate AU where you sing when you’re soulmate does.

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) by yodasyoyo

Stiles is six years old when he first hears Derek’s voice in his head.

Or what happens if you have a soulmate bond, in a universe where soulmate bonds don’t exist?

Second Chances by rootbeer

“A lot of times the ‘markings’ were common, simple things you said to strangers all the time. ‘Excuse me’; 'thank you’; 'hello’. Some got extremely romantic things like 'it’s you isn’t it? I’ve been waiting for you’ or 'Wow you’re really pretty’. And they were always the first words their soulmate would ever say to them.

Of course, having 'You are the fucking worst kind of person in the world’ tattooed down your side, didn’t bode well. How fucked up was Stiles Stilinski that even his fucking Soulmate hated him? High School had been a special kind of hell when all the kids learned what his tattoo said—despite his best efforts to keep it a secret.”

and i thought it only a dream by bleep0bleep

Derek only started getting the dreams a few years ago, and he knows what it means, his soulmate is younger than him. Laura teases him incessantly about it, but Derek doesn’t pay her any mind. The dreams are fuzzy at best, he only has a fleeting glimpse of plaid shirts and laughter and a pink mouth.

As Laura and he start on their roadtrip back to California from New York, the dreams start to get clearer. Every state they cross, Derek can see the outline of his soulmate get more defined, knows that he has brown eyes, a gorgeous smile and fluffy hair that looks soft to touch.

[lustedneverloved-blog]

5am-6am word vomit:

It’s 5am and I haven’t fallen asleep. I have gone from great, to okay, to exhausted, to not so great. Sometimes my mind gets the best of me. I want to sleep and I find myself missing things I didn’t think I would miss.

It’s weird to think about how much I cried then, how much it all hurt. I felt isolated and alone. I felt abandon and forgotten. It left an ever lasting imprint of “I’m not good enough”. I remember not being able to pull myself out of bed and struggling to eat every day. I remember binge drinking so I wouldn’t have to think and taking pills from strangers so I didn’t have to feel. I remember when it first happened I hated how silent my empty house was. I hated the stillness of it. I had no idea what to do with all the new found solitude and independence.

But low and behold one day it went off like a light in my head. I realized I could do whatever the fuck I wanted. I could talk to who ever the flying fuck I wanted. I didn’t have to tell anyone where I was going or what I was doing. I didn’t have to worry about what anyone else was doing. And over time I found that I loved walking to the park alone to journal and listen to music and smoke. I learned that I can be exceptionally forgiving. I grew out of the shell I was forced into and started to change.

I miss that feeling. Not the sad alone feeling. But the feeling of change and growth. The feeling of learning to love myself deeply and intimately. I miss doing something alone but not because I wanted to but because I was forced to. The rush that came over me whenever I’d wake up and decide I would try something new that day.

I learned I loved taking myself out to eat alone. Sometimes I’d bring a book to ihop and sit alone and eat. And it was always so funny when the waitress would ask if more people were coming, and I’d say no and she’d look sad for me. Because I loved my hot coffee and books at 2am when I couldn’t sleep.

I grew more comfortable with strangers because at that point the only people who would talk to me were people who did know me or the crappy things I did. And oddly enough I’d find myself confessing to them how terrible I had been. It felt good to own it. It felt good to accept that I did something wrong and I was living in the consequences of those actions.

I created an even closer bond with my cat. Due to it being just us at that point. I use to stay up late and clean the house top to bottom with all the lights on when I couldn’t sleep. I’d talk to nomad and he’d meow back. And it was always so kind, he never made me feel like I should be in bed trying to sleep when I simply couldn’t. He’d just follow me room to room and keep me company while I vacuumed at 4am or decided to clean out the fridge for the first time in months at midnight.

I found pieces of myself after I felt like I had lost everything. And the pieces I kept uncovering I enjoyed more and more. It was like I had been wearing this weird mask and when my face was reveled no one around me like what they saw. So I was left maskless and vulnerable only to find out I didn’t ever really like the mask anyways.

And so here I am now a couple years later. Once again going thru waves of changes. Trying to find pieces of myself that fit into what my life is now. But still missing that first rush of understanding and independence I gave myself.

I don’t miss crying all the time, that sucked. I don’t miss drinking and feeling dumb. I don’t miss the random pills from strangers. But sometimes I miss rolling a blunt and walking to the park with my journal and headphones. I miss sitting next to the water, facing the blunt and writing until my brain finally felt calm and still. I miss getting home and driving to chavas and getting a burrito bigger then my head to eat in bed naked while watching crappy tv. I miss not being able to sleep and just playing music and making myself useful rather than laying in bed and trying to force something I know won’t come until it wants to. I miss random talks with strangers at local shops and old people at the park who seemed to be full of wisdom. I miss the feeling of not having to worry about another human or having another human worry about me. I miss waking up and deciding every single thing I would do that day without anyone else’s schedule or desires conflicting with mine.

In no way shape or form do I want to be single. I have found the absolute love of my life. But I’m struggling deeply with internally finding independence. Finding who I am as me. Not as a partner or a friend or a sister or aunt. But who I am as an individual. It’s a constant battle in my heart and head. She was all I wanted for so long. And then I lost her. So now when I have a moment of “I should do it alone” there’s this voice that just screams “but what if she leaves again?” And I find myself wanting to do everything with her. In the chance she wakes up and another door is shut in someone’s face and I don’t see her again for years. That scares the fuck out of me. I’ve been trying to get better at being my own person and doing things independently. But it always comes back to “what if she leaves me again” and im finding that this is probably why I’ve lost my sense of self. Because I keep trying to readjust and reschedule myself so I don’t lose her. So in turn I haven’t been giving myself what I need or sometime just want. It isn’t like I’m unhappy or have lost interest in her. It’s kind of the opposite I’m extremely happy with her and always attracted to her sexy fucking tiny flesh suit and soul. But it feels like I lost interest in myself and my wants/needs somewhere along the line. And I sort of want to be selfish and take it back. But what does that even look like? Where do I begin while still maintaining a healthy and strong romantic relationship with my best friend?

Who am I anymore? What do I want? What do I want to look like? What do I want to do? Where do I want to go? Who do I want to see? What do I want to listen to? What do I want to wear? Who do I want to talk to? How do I want to present myself?

All I know is that I hate the way I look and wish I didn’t and I want to go hiking somewhere fucking beautiful that isn’t Indiana bro, preferably not even the Midwest as a whole.

Beyond those two things my only wants are a list of material items because I have somehow come full circle from shoppoholic to minimalist who sold EVERYTHING back to buying so I can feel happy about something for a moment.

[chiroptra]

me and @kobweb r doing these things...

acai berry: what is something you’ve always wanted to try but have been too scared to?

ummmm im not a pussy so

aloe botanic: are you always up to date on the latest fashion trends? do you switch up your look often?

ig so it all just depends on my mood when im going out lol

bay rum: if you drink, do you have self control with it?

depends

cilantro: describe the perfect dinner.

calzone, side of pineapple chunks, water and quarter sliced pickles (juice included)

earth: what is your strongest personality quality?

um.

egyptian musk: how do you respond to people flirting with you? do you enjoy it?

i love attention

forest rain: how long do you think you could survive in the wilderness?

i do

french vanilla: what does love feel like to you?

an adrenaline rush but only to my heart and not (necessarily) my dick

fresh cut grass: when the weather is warm, what activities do you do outside?

its too hot out

ginger lily: do you think you have maternal instincts? if someone needs to be taken care of, do you take up the task?

no

honeydew: describe an ideal day out with a friend.

we cop som stickers and take a bunch of dumbass videos on sc @kobweb

ivy: what are three albums that really define you or have shaped you as a person?

all of them that i listen to

lavender: do take therapeutic baths after a long day? if so, what do you put in them?

no

lemon verbana: do you believe in “forgive and forget”?

personally it just depends on the sitch but for the most part yah

passion flower: when you have a crush on someone, how do you show it?

im playfully mean and say i lov u a lot. i flirt 

patchouli: if you could only keep five possessions, what would they be?

umm....three of my prized stuffed animals, my ds bag w my ds stuff in it, laptop, ummm and this lil mushroom tin can i have for we’d

pine needles: how do you break bad news to someone?

i just say it. like idgi just Say It How It Is

plum blossom: how do you dance to your favorite song?

his wiggles

rain: is it easy for you to bounce back after being sad? do you hang on to your sadness?

um both but im dramatic abt everything and very moody so it just depends. like i can hold on to a Mood and then be ok a few mins after...but u bet ur sweet ass ima bring that bs back for another cry sesh later. bet

sage: if you could give someone one piece of life advice, what would it be?

think of ur best self interest and health. dont put too much, if any, hope into other people. learn to do things yourself and never let yourself owe anyone anything

sea mist: how would your friends describe you?

goofy, free spirited, fluid, “like makin shit” - raina

white ginger: if money wasn’t a concern, how would you decorate your room?

floor to ceiling windows and probably like....idk....idk minimalist but not white ppl i-only-have-a-couch-and-a-plant minimalist. like cutesy. plants maybe....and lost of papers and art stuff and pictures around. if u could see my room in sims ud know what i was talking abt

[kabul98]

Hey, can you answer rose through kiss? 😘

I love you so much K youre so cute

rose: what makes you feel beautiful?

taking a shower after a really tough workout, listening to my favourite songs, getting compliments from a certain someone, when i can play a song well on the piano omg, cool summer nights where im chillin

lace: how would you describe your best friend(s):

dorky, gorgeous, stubborn, brown eyes, determined, and loving aha

wish: what are your favourite memories:

so i have this one memory when i was 5 where i had this gorgeous view of the mountains and they were covered with city lights and road lights and it was so perfect and beautiful and it had a nice summer scent and i remember thinking to myself ‘i wonder what kind of person ill be in 5 years? or 10 years? or 20 years? will i even remember this?’ turns out i still remember :)

heaven: describe your ideal date

ahh i really want to hold hands and walk through a gardens like during a summer evening where there are other couples and families and kids out too and just walk and look at the plants and just be cheesy and in love and later on lay on a blanket outside and stargaze 

angel: what is your dream aesthetic:

minimalist black and white and dark pastels (im so boring sory)

wings: list five things you love about yourself:

my collarbones, my taste in movies lol, my patience, my ability to relieve an awkward situation like its something, my eyelashes

marble: what do you look for in a partner:

someone who is patient and open to compromise, someone who is inherently kind and loving and charitable yet they know when people are taking advantage of them so they can be wary, humble and they work hard for what they want, and ofc they love me and want me to be safe and chill

velvet: describe your dream home:

a view of the ocean and a room for ballet, lots of music and space for dancing with my family

pearl: what is your favourite scent, flavour, sound, and texture?

scent: cardamom, flavour: cardamom, sound: rain, texture: my warm blanket

sunlight: list five things you find to be beautiful:

baby’s laughing, dark snowy nights, summer sunrise, ballet, idk just like vibrant colours?

cherry: what words of advice would you give to a stranger:

any troubles and hard times will pass and happiness will come

blush: describe your ideal future:

just being genuinely calm and happy with my everyday life and thinking ‘yes this is the right path for me and im good’ 

sea: what music, art, and/or literature brings you peace:

i love old video game music that i specifically listened to and just makes me happy, and i love this one picture i forget right now but it pains my heart in a romantic way and it makes me warm inside i cant describe it

wine: talk about something you are looking forward to:

i really want to take a trip in 2018 with money that i earned and i just want it to be the start of my independence as an adult

honey: what do you do to relax:

drink warm tea and talk to nice people

silk: describe your most recent dream:

i had a dream where i watched thor ragnarok and everyone was naked but i still didnt see anyones junk just i knew they were naked and i woke up in the dream to another dream and i called a friend and was like yo i dreamed about naked thor but not in a sexy way like everyone was naked and they were like lol thats wild this is so stupid lmao

matte: what is something you are proud of:

honestly, graduating high school

gloss: list ten songs you love right now:

to the beautiful you, let me be with you, runaways, fake happy, home (undertale), love like you, ahead on our way, autumn breeze, there she goes, kiss me

satin: what never fails to make you happy:

being stupid with my sister

opal: talk about your interests and passions:

definitely next year i will start ballet lessons and i want to practise and take lessons until i can dance en pointe which ive been dreaming of since i was 10 and i used to teach myself ballet and i was so flexible and disciplined and just im ready to start it for real, i am starting an art project that im very excited about, i love reading books a lot im re-starting a book i didnt finish before so hopefully ill get it done this time and i am prepared to cry a lot

kiss: what do you want from life right now:

i want to be calm and trust that im going on the right path, it doesnt have to be perfect i dont need to like accomplish amazing things i just need to progress even if its little steps and be sure that everythin will be okay 

this was really nice to think about and write, pls reblog the ask post and ill ask you to answer pretty much all of them i want to read others’ responses especially my friends :)

[apsbicepstraining]

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Samsungs never shied away from running large-hearted. Big-hearted phones, big Tv, big-hearted watches. In fact, that was one of the essential characteristic for the first few generations of the Gear line, the first few of which were really more wrist-worn tablet than smartwatch.

Things thankfully mellowed out a bit last year with the purposes of applying S2, a more minimalist approaching to wrist-worn calculating that married cunning functionality with a refined OS and a designing that actually looked like an honest to goodness watch.

But 2016 celebrated a return to large-scale. Samsung was all about pushing happenings close to the breaking point this year, and in at least one conspicuous instance, going beyond. The Gear S3 marks a return to large-hearted. As ever, the companys jam-packed the watch with aspects which might feel like the latter are overflowing were the watch not so damned big-hearted in the first place. In numerous spaces, the new watch feels like the Galaxy Note strategy applied to the wrist albeit without all of the luggage that currently being become associated with that line.

Big time

This really needs to be mentioned right off the bat theres certainly no way around it the S3 is truly, really big. Truly, really. Sure, its not quite Galaxy Gear big, but its distractingly large-scale. Im roughly six hoofs towering and possess what I assume to be average-sized wrists for a male someone of my altitude, and the Gear S3 still seemed big-hearted. Just to the purposes of gossip, I requested two 54 coworkers to try it on, and the wearable appeared downright comical.

When the device first propelled at IFA, I questioned a rep about the thought process behind exhausting such a large watch, and he chalked it up to manner, quoting the notoriety of 42mm watches. Perhaps, but coupled with the added example penetration required for a smartwatchs electronics and battery, and youve got a invention that could serve to cut out a significant portion of the populace by sizing alone.

The S3 weighs in at 63 grams, owing in no small-minded place to its stainless steel casing. Thats around 13 grams heavier than the brand-new Apple watch( which was itself heavier than its precede ). And at 12.9 millimeters thick-skulled, its not really made for wearing with long sleeves. My sweater “ve managed” pulling over it( albeit with a visible protrusion ), but my button-up shirt had a bit more fus stirring it over.

And forget trying to sleep with the thing on. Its hard to understand why the company didnt, at the very least, give the watch in two different sizes. After all, its available in two different configurations. As such, Samsung has alienated all but a small fragment of the smartwatch-buying audience.

Big wheel keep on turning

The S3 Frontier also recognizes an aesthetic difference from its precede, with a steel speciman that takes on a more classic pattern that its sporty( some might have said plasticky) precede. Its certainly a classier and most versatile sound than many other smartwatches and fitness ensembles. With the right stripe, it can fit in comfortably in, suppose, country offices establish, which isnt something that can be said for many of the neon colored wearables out there.

The rubber strap that ships with the Frontier version is a marked step down from the design of the watch itself. Its designed to play alongside the watchs rugged focus, lending itself to outdoor outings and sweat-addled workouts. Of trend, the upside of the standardized 22 mm strap is that youll never miss for options on that front. Samsung actually teamed with a pair of decorators to develop cliques specifically for the watch but save yourself some currency and exactly pick up a regular old strap.

The S2s better facet has, thankfully returned. And its even better than before. The rotating bezel was a amazing addition to that last invention. At 1.3 inches, the exhibition isnt super small-minded, in so far as smartwatches move, but as with Apples offering, additional input is needed for immediately moving through screens.

The wheel does the job fantastically and even more intuitively than Apples option. This steel form is smooth, zipping through menu, though the small diction spread between bezel speciman seems a bit of a magnet for lint and other small-minded corpuscles that could necessitate the occasional bang of canned breeze for maintenance. The watch does sport a duo of buttons, as well back and ability which sit somewhat flush with the watch casing.

Saving face

The 1.3 -inch display is a touch larger than the S2s, but still doesnt extend the same soil as the Apple Watchs 1.65. At 278 ppi, its also a little bit less pixel dense, but its plenty bright and sharp-worded. Samsungs Tizen icons are clear and bright, even in daylight. The device boasts an Always On mode, to make it function more like an analog watch, though thats turned off by default and hidden under the Style menu in directs, for grounds the battery-life telling make clear.

Thats parcelled behind the most recent form of Gorilla Glass, making the watch shatter and scratch resistant. That, coupled with a big sword chassis, builds for an extremely rugged wearable. Its scheduled as MIL-STD-8 10 G Military Grade Rating, which protects it from stops up to 4.9 paws and IP68, which makes its water rating at up to five feet for 30 minutes. Its likewise protected from extreme temperatures, obliging the Frontier every bit as rugged as its mention implies.

Wearable hardware

The battery has been updated to 380 mAh, a marked hump over the Apple Watchs 273 mAh. The companionship paces life at around three days, but I was able to get closer to 2 day with Always On mode off owing likely in no small-minded area to the onboard LTE on the Frontier. Youll find yourself accusing it less often than the Apple Watch, but youre still not getting near fitness ensemble country here.

The LTE is a great option, the usefulness of which are dependent entirely upon how you interact with your watch. If you have your phone on you all or most of the time, its perhaps not worth the additional cost, which breaks down to an extra $10 a month in addition to an existing data plan or $40 for a brand new one on AT& T. If, however, youre looking to the wrist as an interim liberation from the watch for, allege, long cross-country leads, its a terrific feature.

Either way, its a solid addition to the smartwatch that apparently already has everything, giving speedy data directly to the watch without needing to be tethered to a handset at all times. And theres ever the bonus ability of using the built-in loudspeaker to reach wrist-based telephone call, lastly fulfilling the long-awaited Dick Tracy promise.

The S3 too returns built-in GPS to the watch( previously only available on the specialty 3G version of the S2 ), another big bonus for the wearables outdoorsy functionality, and brings a lot to the table on the fitness tracking figurehead, in particular for hikers and athletes who like to go long distance.

Tizen time

Among interesting thing, Samsungs got the chose assistance of several generations of smartwatches under its belt. The fellowship swopped from Android to Tizen between the Galaxy Gear and Gear 2, and genuinely affect its stride with last years S2. The application ordeal is smooth and customizable holding down on an icon, for example, lets you customize and re-order screens.

The app selection is still limited compared to the rivalry, but youve got some key ones here, including Uber and Flipboard, along with the most recent( and important) addition of Spotify. You can add a hand-picked number of apps immediately onto the watch or flip over to the phone to view more and get the full app store experience.

For the most part, I located my engagements is restricted to Samsungs own apps; the company has done a good job to be built its own ecosystem. The companys S Health has become fairly robust over the last few generations, building the best possible use of onboard sensors like GPS and heart rate, and Samsung Pay accompanies added utility of paying by searching your wrist near a card reader.

Final Frontier

Samsungs had a few generations more than much of its competition to refine its smartwatch know-how. Last year the company eventually hit upon a winning formula with the S2, a great combining of motif, functionality and software refinement.

And while the S2 is getting a good number of software upgrades to bring it up to accelerate, the $350 S3 Frontier offers some key hardware bumps over its precede. Those largely feel iterative, but welcome. The new size, on the other mitt, is a big misfire for Samsung. The smartwatch infinite is already a marginalized one, and making a massive machine like the S3 further curbs the make from too many wrists.

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[lastgeeksdying]

The Blood Letting of Isawa Tsukimi

This is a companion piece of Fiction to the work written and posted yesterday.  Isawa Tsukimi was not born an Isawa.  She was born an Asako.  Expertly trained as a negotiator and courtier, she was adaptable to her circumstances and able to get the best out of people.   She has spent much of her life in service of the Isawa family.  After a most disastrous affair, Asako Tsukimi found her self sold as she saw it.  Others called it Marriage.  The arrangement that left her in such a predicament involved one of the greatest shames of the Asako families. A delicate meeting between the Elemental Council and the Scorpion Clan was set off course when an Asako Courtier failed to arrive to greet the Scorpion dignitaries.  They were prepared to discuss a trade of Shugenja, to better prepare their forces for the coming tide of evil.   With the meeting seemingly loss, the Isawa of the Council were forced to arrange for a marriage between a young Shiba Samurai and one of the Scorpion Courtiers.  As punishment for the Asako failure, a great courtier was chosen to marry an insufferable member of the Isawa family, Isawa Titan.   It was not that she was not attracted to her new husband.  He was certainly physically attractive.  No, her problem with him lay in his personality.  He became easily obsessed.  Early in their relationship he learned of the Black Scrolls existence and became determined to learn all that he could, what little there was to find, about them.   Eventually he was called to hold guard over the Temple of the Eight Guardians.  Tsukimi would feign disappointment that he was leaving her and their child for such a long period.  But with each letter of extension, the more she knew she could focus on her work in the courts.   It would come to be a great boon that he was gone when a young Scorpion Shugenja, vastly trained as a courtier, and her Yojimbo would arrive, expecting to converse with Isawa Titan and instead finding Tsukimi.   Tsukimi was not unattractive herself.  She was relatively tall, but kept herself slouched or sitting most of the time.   The Yojimbo was Bayushi Wateru.  Tsukimi did not often see female Yojimbo, and when she did she always made sure to take notice.  She was tall, even by Tsukimi's standards.  She was reserved, her hair pulled back.   Her armor was in perfect arrangement.  Tsukimi never saw her without her hand on her blade.  It was clear she wasn't simply an ordinary Yojimbo.   And if it wasn't for the Yojimbo's charge, Yogo Kishay, she wouldn't have taken her eyes off of Wateru.  But the dark beauty of Kishay brought her weakness she was not prepared for.  Kishay put on a face of Beauty.  She may have used a scarf to mask her face, but it was her movements that hid who she really was.  Tsukimi was prepared for deadly beauty, she was not prepared for soft words.   "Greetings Isawa."  She bowed.  It was rare for Tsukimi to experience such courtesy.  Even in her court appearances, such gestures never felt quite so honest.  "I bring you best wishes from the Scorpion Lands. I sincerely apology for the intrusion.  We were on our Journey to meet your husband when we found that you lived here, and I feel I can learn much about a person by knowing who they spend time with." Tsukimi knew she was being played, but with her heart a flutter, she had a hard time resisting.  "The apology is welcomed, but unnecessary.  I am preparing for an upcoming Court Appearance." "In that case I will take up as little of your time and depart." "No, no.  I insist.  Stay.  Days like this lately the only one I speak to is my daughter.  And she is not currently home" "Well, if you so insist."  Kishay walked into Tsukimi's home.  She took note of the minimalist approach to the room, even for an Isawa.  "I would have expected you to own more things." "As a Courtier, I am too busy to own anything." "And your husband?" "He took most of his scrolls with him to the Temple." "You were originally an Asako, am I correct?  You are far too skilled of a courtier to have been born an Isawa." "I am both flattered and appalled--" "My many appologizes, I didn't mean to disres--" "It's quite alright.  Please.  Let us be informal here.  This is my home.  I have no need for formality here.  I deal with far too much of it out there." "If it pleases you." "It does.  Now I am curious, why is it a Shugenja such as yourself only travels with a single Yojimbo, and not an entire company of guards?" "I did not wish to appear threatening as I traveled through your homelands.  I trust in Bayushi Wateru here to protect me from any threats that may arise.  Should they arise.  do you believe any threats would arise?" "No, I- I don't expect so.  except maybe be threatened by boredom of my husband's droning." "Does he like to talk?" "Sometimes, often about things he shouldn't.  One time he learned about some dark artifacts existence and it set him off speculating for weeks." Kishay laughs.  "Is he easily obsessed with things?" "Oh yes.  You would not believe the problems he causes himself with that.  What about yourself, do you have many flaws?" Kishay looks worried.  She covers her face with her fan.  "Do I, suffer an imperfection?" "No,No.  I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to im-" Kishay laughs.  "I was joking.  I am not a Crane.  I do not believe in the grand perfection in all things.  " Wateru looks over at Kishay.  "It appears that my Yojimbo wishes to remind me of my next appointment." "So soon?"  Tsukimi is visually saddened by the news. "Unfortunately.  How about I stop by on the way back through?  We can catch up and compare notes."  She smiles at Tsukimi. "I would like that very much." "I will see you then."  Kishay bows once more and the pair leave.   Tsukimi finally allows herself to relax.  Her orange robes seemed to stretch as she stretched her neck and arms.  She was finally able to be herself again.   Some hours later, after her daughter had gone to bed, Tsukimi was awoken by a rustling.  For a moment, she assumed an animal had gotten into the residence.  But as it continued, it was was a single muffled grunt that drew her attention.   She brought herself to her feet and found herself investigating the situation.   As she walked into the room and found a shrouded figure standing over her child, blood flowing.  The figures eyes were glowing.   A burst of dark elemental energy rushed out of the strangers hand towards Tsukimi. In a moment she held up her palm and gathered in enough Chi to absorb the blast.  It had been many years since she had used a Kiho, but she was glad to see that she was able to hold her own.   Not certain of what was happening, she charged the bloodspeaker gathering her chi into her palm, forcing a full blast of wind into the Bloodspeakers face, killing him instantly.   Looking at her dead little girl, Tsukimi looked down to shock.  Not shock at the death of her child, she knew it was coming.  She knew a Bloodspeaker would not take her betrayal lying down.  She had been waiting all day for such a moment.  It was shock that the Bloodspeaker she killed was not who she was expecting. It was not the Bloodspeaker Hoshi Aisha, her former lover.