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[bloodyymaryyy]

Gossip girl xoxo

Part 4

Part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / masterlist

Warnings : mention of underage drinking but other than that don't know

((Side note : apparently you guys like the series so what you want you take my beautiful people! I love you guys! Anyway I saw what happened with lando and I had to make that in here! Also something is coming soon I don't know if you will like it but I will enjoy writing so 🤷‍♀️))

Texts with lando

You : hi lan!

Landinio : hey!

You: I heard that you are going to King's day tomorrow with Martin

Landinio : yeah I am what's up?

You : well I got invited for some reason too and wanted to know if you will go with martin or you could carpool with me! I have the lambo here!

Landinio : OH SHIT! I am texting with will rn to cancel on him! There is no way I am missing the lambo ride with you!

You: okay sweet just text me when are you meeting and here you are staying at to come get you because I am out rn. Ttyl x!

Landinio : oh 😏 with who?

You : none of your bizz bye!

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Texts between martin and lando

Lando : hey martin sorry to cancel last minute but y/n is coming and she has her lambo here and I won't find another chance to rice that thing so... Sorry again!

Will : oh it's nothing I understand I would too!

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After picking up lando from his hotel we headed out towards the boat that the party is held taking empty wide roads to really drive the thing, drifting and doing a few donuts in an empty parking lot just for the thrill of it but making sure to actually arrive in the boat party you both got out of the car talking and laughing entering and finding Martin by the dj booth.

Greetings were exchanged talking and laughing until the second round of drinks that started to kick in hopping around, dancing and sings to the rhythm being surrounded by the Dutch men.

You two weren't fazed by the phones recording your every move because you were having fun and a little tipsy, not that you would admit it both to anyone that in fact you were drunk continuing with the drinks and having fun and just as you were getting drinks you got elbowed in the face not really hard but enough to cause a little mountain the next hour not really noticeable.

Lando in the other hand just as you were nearing him again was hit or something because his nose was bleeding you drank both of them quickly and ran up to him while near you can see the bloody roll down in this lips and teeth he smiled at you teeth bloody, you started to laugh at the situation. Someone had a first aid kit and you cleaned the wound putting a plaster on the cut and a bandage wrapped around his head loosely because you were drunk it was going to be messy.

When you finished you started to laugh again at his stupid look he looked like a mummy but who cares? You two didn't nor did the men around you so you both continued dancing, bouncing, shouting lyrics and drinking again. You weren't piss drunk you could think and walk straight and so was lando, playing some songs with martin lando djing for a bit so will could take a break, talking to you laughing and gossiping about news lately and having fun and creating the mood for the actual club that Will, Lando and you will be going to after the pre party in the boat. You were sure you will regret going to another club but current you don't care about it, future you maybe.

You weren't a light weight by any means, starting drinking from a young age and in your teenage years going out drinking almost everyday drinking made it hard for you to get drunk so you were good by half of the actual party in the club but you wouldn't say lando was the same...

Cutting your night in the what you seen fit as to lando wouldn't start throwing up but you could see he was ready to do anyway calling a taxi and telling him the directions of your hotel so you won't drive while drunk.

Taking him by his bicep and wrapping one hand around his shoulder and the other in his arm you payed for the drinks you ordered and left, waiting for the taxi to arrive he was talking to you, whispered things, making sentences up that made no sense, talking gibberish almost falling in his face while you were laughing and loose the grip around him and quickly regaining strength keeping his upright the taxi finally arrived.

Getting him inside and going arout the car so you could take care of him he laid his head in your lap while you slowly and softly graced your hand through his brown curls and stroking his cheek softly while he closed his eyes smiled and opening one eye to look up at you periodically while you made small conversations with the driver which was a fan of the sport and you learned his daughter's favourite driver was you from a young age looking up at you and asking for a photo with you, he wanted a photo with lando but he was asleep so you decided against it, when you arrived you took his phone got a selfie with him and one alone from a high angle so he was visible but not his face just his hat and hoodie that he got out with, you paid the driver and slowly got out of the car and went around the car again opening the door taking his hand waking him up a little so he can get out but he feel asleep again on you as you closed the door.

You again wrapped a hand around him and holding his other firmly you opened the hotel door and getting inside the building, the receptionist was eyeing you but you didn't care you were determined to get him safe and tugged in, heading in the elevator you waited for the doors to close and pressing the button of your level.looking at the mirror you see on your dress a bit of blood from lando's nose you looked a bit disheveled with your eye sparkly eyeshadow somehow under your eye, the lipstick long gone now in its place your lip pencil a bit smeared around the corners of your mouth, in your forehead a little knob and in lando having his head buried in your neck seamingly asleep by his slow rhythmed breathing that was hitting your neck practically hugging you, the elevator pinged letting you know that you got to your floor you started trying to wake him up to stop hugging you but he didn't budged you decide to just carry him to your door which was easier taking out your card key which luckily you took out of your wallet in the taxi and opened the door.

Upon entering you left him to the bed trying once again to gently wake him up so he could change, you left the club at 4 :30 and now you read the clock it said 5 : 30 so you did all of this in an hour and in heels... He is gonna pay fro this but for now you laid a hoodie that you had oversized and long shorts again oversized that you knew that would fit you took your pj's and headed to the bathroom, you washed your face to get rid of the make up and changed out of the dress and heels.

Going again the the bed you saw lando's clothes messily tossed around the side of the bed he was occupying and in your clothes, the hoodie was one of your merch with a red bull logo in the back and you are not gonna tell that to him, wanting him to walk out with it, he was lying in your bed the covers covering most of him but his back and head out you took a picture and tugged him in and walking to your side of the bed pulling up the covers and getting in falling asleep almost instantly, felling a pair of hands wrapping around you and a head to your neck going closer to lando cuddling up on you and falling asleep peacefully

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Waking up in the morning was a struggle, you wouldn't say it was really a morning but evening waking up at 1pm by calls on your phone. Lando still asleep but starting to stir awake too by the annoying ringing of your phone you took your phone from the night stand you answered the phone without looking who it was

It was max

( the convo went like this)

Red : max / pink : y/n

Y/n? Why aren't you answering my calls? I have been calling you non stop from the morning where are you?

Max lower your voice... I have been sleeping what do you want? I am in my hotel room rn sleeping

Why are you still sleeping? What time did you leave the club last night?

4:30

Why? How did you get to the hotel?

Omg max can you interrogate me later? Let me sleep man...( a raspy voice could be heard in the background : stop talkinggg and then a sigh) shut up. Anyway I will call you back lat-

No! No don't fucking hang up! Are you with someone I heard a man! Who is he?!

Omg max! It's lando what do you want? I will talk to you later good bye!

I said and hand up the call not waiting for max to reply and rolled over now cuddling lando and falling asleep again for a few minutes then waking up by lando leaving the bed.

After he got a shower he came back and by then I dressed up to get food because I was starving waiting for lando you go together. We did you got a few pictures with fan and got food.

After that you called max and explained everything at some point max came with us to a few stored and hung out together and took max's plane and went to Monaco each to their own homes.

That's it thank you! ( not the end of the series tho)

[loveinthevein]

“Sure Ain’t Sweet.”

grungy john lennon in the 2000s au x reader

( for my beautiful @katiebuggg )

CHAPTER ONE

It was a cloudy afternoon in Liverpool, nothing less than the average. Despite the notorious ragtag teenagers running around with their skateboards and getting chased off of the statues in the St. Johns Gardens by the bizz, there was no real disturbance in the gentle serenity within the atmosphere. Sitting on a bench not too far where those kids got shooed off of, sat Y/N. In her hand, was her walkman and her headphones. She watched curiously as the bizzies shouted and threateningly raised their batons at the cackling kids as they chased them out the park. Nothing too new to Y/N, but it never really got old. She put her headphones on, and adjusted her turtleneck to sit more comfortably on her neck before starting up the music. She rocked her head a bit to the music as she rummaged in her dark brown leather bag that complimented her dark brown turtleneck, the faint sound of an electric guitar faintly being heard by those who passed her by. She pulled out a small journal with a leather covering, and her fountain pen. When she opened her journal to an empty page, she tapped her chin curiously with the pen, thinking about what, or how she should write. 

Her eyes flicked up and what immediately caught her eye was a man at the entrance walking in with his friend, a cigarette pressed between his lips as he let out a billowing cloud of smoke. He had a somewhat tight black mock turtleneck with a black leather jacket and matching black pants held up with a modest silver studded black belt, his hair shaggily cut and his eyes lined with a faint black eyeliner that accentuated his grungy appearance. On his left hand he had a silver band ring on his middle finger, and on his right wrist he had a black crocheted bracelet that had a silver charm tied into it.

This man lived right above Y/N’s apartment, and she’s spent many of her sleepless nights listening to his curses and banter with his shoddy, ragged band and those grating guitar riffs that she swore would blow out her eardrums. She stormed up to his apartment several times to give him a piece of her mind and tell him to belt up and knock it off, but it only seemed to make the situation worse. It was almost as if it was intentional at this point. Just plain foolish.

She prayed to God that he wouldn’t utter a word to her, that he’d walk right past her with his head turned the completely other direction, even though the path he walked led right up to the front of her little bench. Life just couldn’t let up that easy for her, right? Her eyes flicked up for just a moment, only to be greeted with that infuriating smirk that he always plastered on his face whenever Y/N looked his way.

“Lovely day, isn’t it Y/N?” His tone was provoking, and he bit his lip as if he was holding back a chuckle at the sight of Y/N’s eyebrows furrowing already. “You seem peachy.”

“Belt up and piss off, John.” Y/N gritted out, her eyes flicking up and down at him with a pissy expression. “Leave me alone.”

“Gosh, Y/N. Are you always this grumpy? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile once since I met you.” He playfully said.

“What is there to smile about when all you do is set me off? Look at you, you’re bloody smirkin’ like a jackass!”

Y/N pointed up at him, causing John to finally let out the chuckle he’d been suppressing all this time.

“Relax a bit, yeah? Can I not be happy to finally see my favorite gal in all of Liverpool all dolled up like this?” He was referring to the fact that usually he saw her disheveled and tired since she’d pound on his door late at night to get him to shut up. He’s only gotten glimpses of Y/N prettied up like she is today. John took a step closer to lean down to get in Y/N’s personal space, which she clearly didn’t appreciate. “Ain’t I right?”

“Oh, come off it John!” She then rose to her feet, letting out a scoff. John also rose up, his height imposing over her. He stared down at her with a playful look of disdain, and raised a brow.

“Oh ho, you’re getting bad now eh? You almost look as if you wanna hit me!” He tapped his cheek as if he was saying “go on, do it!” His friend, who’d been watching this whole time snickering, placed a hand on John’s shoulder.

“Don’t push her too far, John. She just might. Although, I doubt it’d hurt much with those baby’s bottom hands of hers.” John snickered at his friend's comment, this side banter only irritated Y/N more than she already was.

“Shut it, Paul! I swear, you two are no better than bloody children!” 

Y/N grabbed her bag and roughly swung in onto her shoulder. “Paul, John, good day to you! I’m going home.” She whirled around and began to storm off, but of course John had to get his last two cents in.

“Uh, love. The complex is that way.” He pointed behind him, both him and Paul starting to enter a chuckling fit that grated on Y/N’s ears.

“I... I don’t care, I’m taking the long way! Anything to get the hell away from you bastards.” She called out from over her shoulder, even though her face flushed a bit from the embarrassment. She didn’t really mean to go this way, but she was so irritated that she wasn’t thinking straight. John and Paul still snickered and made taunting comments at Y/N’s expense as she walked away, and it took everything for her not to snap on them again.

But no!

Today, she was the bigger person. She stepped away, and didn’t let them spur her about and get what they so desired. But it wasn’t so much this interaction she had with them today, but the fact she’d have to deal with them later. It was a whole other thing with those two during the night. They were the reason why Y/N barely slept at night, her performance at work was starting to teeter, and her usually bright face started to get tainted by her worsening eye bags. Every day she missed her life before she moved into that damned apartment complex. 

A few hours passed, and Y/N was sitting on her beat up leather couch flicking through the TV channels. Nothing really good was on, and in all honesty Y/N’s mind was completely elsewhere right now. John had pissed her off so badly today that she was just sitting in silence. At first, it was serene. She didn’t mind the silence, usually John and Paul and their annoying jackass bandmates would ruin the entire night with their racket but it seemed that tonight Y/N was spared … or so she thought. 

“A-one, a-two, a-five, six, seven, eight!” Like a revving motorcycle, the sound of that blasted guitar, although muffled, blasted from above, snapping Y/N out of her reverie.

She jolted up from the couch, looking up and just imagining how stupid they looked up there. Stomping around like bumbling elephants, thrashing their heads like they were dedicated to make them roll off their shoulders, even the thought of that prickled underneath Y/N’s skin.

“Bloody fuckin’ hell!” She hissed, as she whirled to the entry and swung open the door, not even bothering to put on her slippers as she stormed upstairs.

Once Y/N made it up, she pounded her fist on the door with all her strength. Of course, there wasn’t any answer. All she heard was singing (if you could even call it that …) and the sloppy racket of the instruments.

“John!” She yelled, slamming on the door again “You bloody bastard- JOHN!”

“Hold on, hold on! …  My favorite visitor finally came to commend us.” Y/N heard John say from the other side of the door, followed by the snickers of the other bandmates. “That’s sound.” Paul uselessly chimed in. John finally opened the door, that smirk Y/N hated more than anything already plastered on his face. “Hello, Y/N. Came to get a better listen?” John teased as he leaned against the doorframe.

“Hell no!” Y/N snapped, furrowing her eyebrows as she glared into John’s taunting eyes. “I’m here to tell you to BELT UP! It’s 11pm, people have work and the kids have school! Do you care about anyone else about yourself?!” John chuckled, turning away to shake his head.

“I care about you. Why else do you think I play loud enough for you to hear-“

“Come off it!” She quickly bit out, her chest heaving. The two stared at each other for a moment, John contrasting Y/N’s heated gaze with total, taunting indifference. Y/N let out a sigh and broke away from John’s gaze. She fidgeted with her fingers, the silence giving her time to collect her thoughts. However, John spoke first.

“Y/N, why don’t you come inside?”

“What?!”

“Come inside. Listen to us play. Maybe you’ll change your mind.” John’s voice was a lot softer now, and it was quite unsettling and caught Y/N completely off guard. She blinked in surprise, her mouth hung open to try and formulate some sort of response but she just couldn’t seem to do so.

“Is that a yes?” John reached his hand out, but immediately Y/N pushed it away. 

“Wh- No! It’s a cold, hard no!” I wouldn’t ever step into that shithole you call a-”

“Ohhh, oh. Come on now. No need to be so rude, Y/N.” He crooned, coming off of the doorframe and took a step closer.

“It’s clear that our relationship here is all jarg, I am simply wishing to fix it!” John’s eye flicked up and down Y/N, raising his eyebrows in an inviting gesture.

“There is nothing to fix.” She gritted, furrowing her eyebrows and pursed her lips tightly. “You’re just a jackass, and you know it. I want nothing to do with you, I can’t STAND you.”

“I know.” John chuckled, bridling his head just a bit as he shifted his standing position. 

“All the more reason to learn about one another. Maybe you’ll find that I’m not as unbearable as you think- Actually, I’m curious, what exactly makes me so unbearable to you? It can’t just be because I’m a “bloody jackass.” What else is there?” John leaned a bit closer, and Y/N immediately recoiled back.

“That’s just it! You’re a jackass! You’re sitting here fussing at me while you have your friends sitting there starin’ and waitin’ on you!”

“I don’t see why that’s an issue. You have every opportunity to go and leave, Y/N-”

“Shut the hell up! That’s not the damn point, the point is that you’re so insistent on getting me bloody riled up-”

“Hush, hush. Now you’re the one who’s getting all loud, not me. All I did was talk to you and invite you in, and you got all hot and bothered.”

John took in a deep breath and leaned back up to his full height, looking down at Y/N and raised his eyebrows again as if he was saying “gotcha!” Y/N was silent now, completely speechless. Yeah, sure. Whatever. She knew he was right, but of course she’d rather die than admit that. She let out an annoyed huff and turned away, putting her hands on her hips.

“Tell me I’m right. I’m sound as a polished pound. Go on, Y/N-“

“Shut up, John.”

“Heh. Uh huh …” He looked over his shoulder, exchanging knowing glances with the other three inside who watched silently with wide eyes and faint unconscious smiles on their faces.

“Aye, Y/N,” Paul, who walked up behind John, started. He tilted his head, acknowledging both Y/N and John as he spoke. “Are you going to come in, or are you gonna go home missin’ your belooooved-”

“Oh god. Will you stop it, Paul? Stop!” Y/N belted out, before quickly quieting herself. “Fine. I’ll come in. Only because I know both of you won’t let it go until I do. Mo- Move out of the way.”

“As you wish, your highness.” John stepped out the way and made a grandiose gesture as she walked in that only pissed Y/N off even more. He and Paul bumped fists, and turned around to grab his guitar that was leaning on the wall.

 The apartment was an odd mix of both messy but clean. There were a lot of discarded things on the floor, game cartridges for John’s Gamecube, energy drink cans, and other forms of clutter. There was a lot of wall decor, a dart board on the opposite wall from her (which several darts were pierced in the wall and only few actually hit the target), an old clock tick-tocking on her left, and behind her were a bunch of framed pictures of little moments in John’s life and cheap paintings he probably bought from the store or inherited. In the corner of the room, there was a bean bag where one of the bandmates sat and tuned his guitar.

The couch, coffee table, and end table were all awkwardly pushed out to make room for him and the band to play, and Y/N wondered why they couldn’t have just rented out a studio room to do all of this in. 

John strode over to Y/N, playing a small riff. “I pray I’ll be able to impress you, my lovely Y/N. CLEARLY you’re a very hard woman to please.” She was going to say something, but she was immediately cut off. 

“A-one! A-two! A-five, six, seven, eight!” The band erupted into their song, and Y/N immediately covered her ears. The amps and speakers blared unforgivingly and the beat of the song painfully thrummed in her eardrums. She shut her eyes, and she was barely able to open them because of just how overbearing it was. But slowly, Y/N started to get used to it. Her hands slowly trailed down, now placed on her lap. 

Her eyes still twitched and winced at the higher pitches of the song, but for some reason … this didn’t sound like the brainless noise she heard almost every night before this one. The passion could be felt in each strum of the bass and guitar, beating of the drum, cry of the voice, it all came together in a beautiful way that Y/N really didn’t want to acknowledge. 

She was supposed to hate everything about this. In fact, this entire genre of this unapologetically nasty, punk rock sound was on a completely different spectrum from what Y/N was used to. Especially with the innuendos that oozed from almost each lyric.

But what Y/N couldn't seem to break away from was John himself. He was very animated as he sang and played, his movements exaggerated and even somewhat salacious at times, and it was very clear that he wasn’t ashamed of it at all. 

In fact, it was obviously intentional just to gauge a reaction from Y/N, his eyes flicking over to her from time to time every time he said something or did something a bit raunchy. Reluctantly, Y/N’s face started to flush just a bit.

When the song came to a close around 4 minutes later, the room was dead silent aside from the panting and heaving from the band. John and Y/N held a very intense gaze, charged with a festering tension. Wiping a bit of the sweat from his forehead, the corner of his mouth curled into a knowing smirk.

“How’d I do, Y/N?”

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chapter two dropping 2night guys

[thecheekyblog]

Just a little self check for myself.

Since the beginning of this blog, your girl has been standing on big bizz! Before all of this was in the craziest slacking era i have ever found myself. Now waking up at 5 am to fucking workout and do yoga is becoming a part of my morning routine.

Yes, there are still things i need to improve such as my toxic addiction to TikTok but hey, one problem at a time.

I am super proud of all the little investments i have made that are turning me into the bad bitch i was always born to be.

I will be turning 29 this march and i am so fucking excited for it. I truly thought that it was the end after 25 but the more i grow, the better i look, the more assertive i have become and i am making more money than ever ( even tho i need to improve my saving skills. ).

I wake up everyday and love the woman that i am!

We go through so much as women daily and to still be here, bettering ourselves and get to that bags, I’m so proud of us.

Despite feeling pretty accomplished, i know there is so much more for me to do and be.

So here are few things i personally want to improve for me and things i will do to achieve it:

I want to grow my lash business : giving more hours to lash, posting waaaayy more on ig to promote my business and practice my skills.

Practicing my Korean: i have bought a practice book months ago and now i will finish it, read and writing in kr more.

Do the split: i have been doing a 8min daily of slit stretching. I should be able to do it before the end of December.

I want to weight 67kg by the end of December.

Getting my uniqueness back, i have became blend so i want to be back with my fashionista self Mhkay even got myself two fur coat.

So, this is my check list so far for this year. There are definitely more things that i have to achieve but i have gave myself more time to do so.

Anyyyywayss, i hope we all get what we need and be what we want!

[eepyuii]

frostbite — pt. 15

pairing ; childe x gender neutral!reader

content ; childhood friends to “rivals” to lovers, slow burn

cw ; none, dottore is mentioned but none of his hideous acts

notes ; WHATS UP SMART FELLAS AND FART SMELLAS ⁉️

I PROMISE IM NOT DEAD,,,, see the thing is that since i published the last chapter of this, i’ve done some crazy things like finishing and graduating highschool and studying and doing national exams and preparing to apply to colleges and yknow….. really normal, totally not time consuming stuff LMAO i can’t promise that i’ll be consistent again as i am still pretty busy with all that bizz but i’m very happy to have finally gotten a new chapter out

ANYWAY ITS MEROPIDE TIME BABEY ‼️ finally get to write my pookie wookie shmookie wriothesley, can u tell that i think he’s neat :3 can u tell that i am brewing up something with him :3 can u :3

also i HAVE OTHER WRITING PROJECTS COMING OUT SOONER OR LATER MORE LATER I PROMISE,,,,, currently cooking up something for whatever dungeon meshi-heads out there that r willing to enjoy it!!!!!

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this line could not be moving slower.

you’ve been standing here for so long— any progress forward is merely two steps further but your legs have long since turned to lead, making each movement arduous and achy. mind hazy and limbs sluggish as you drag your feet through the rusted metal flooring. the most likely cause for your sudden stagnation is the overwhelming pressure from being… however many feet underwater you are, as you haven’t had much time to adapt to that yet.

ironically, it almost makes you regret your decision and you hadn’t even truly gotten inside the fortress of meropide. perhaps this was some sort of intentional psychological warfare towards the new prisoners, some sort of initiation for the upcoming torments of their sentences. even so, you look back on the moment and think it was the best course of action.

you remember the way your heart dropped upon hearing the word ‘guilty’, the way it fell all the way down to your feet and picked its pace back up again, beating a hundred miles per hour. you remember the way you weren’t even given time to say goodbye, to reach out to childe as he rebelled against the guards and was immediately detained by the iudex.

the iudex… you become conflicted at the thought of him. part of your brain tells you that you should be angry and despise him for only letting you visit childe after he was reported to be missing from the fortress, under the guise of inviting you to investigate his disappearance. though… he was so kind about it. you must’ve visited his office nearly everyday to ask for permission to visit the prison, every time being met by the same answer of ‘it’s beyond my capabilities’, but each of them he remained utterly patient and civilized— something that you ashamedly can’t say that you did in return. and even so, he graciously offered to grant you a fake sentence so you could find the harbinger yourself, with the help of the traveler and paimon of course.

there was a certain air to monsieur neuvillette, one of silent melancholy and deep thoughtfulness. your first impression of the iudex had you recalling zhongli as a comparison, but now you’ve grown more certain that they have far more in common. neuvillette is most definitely not human, you’ve long since assessed that, but every time you get a look at his eyes while visiting his office, you notice an almost draconic appearance to them. perhaps that’s why you can’t fully bring yourself to dislike him— he reminds you far too much of you the fond friendship you’ve found within the consultant of wansheng funeral parlor.

there’s a shove to your shoulder that snaps you back into reality and you realize it’s your turn to have your mugshot taken. mugshot… what would your mother think of you now? both her own child and their childhood best friend having criminal records in another country— you can practically feel the pinching of your ear, even if the false charge was something as ridiculous as stealing lady furina’s cake. despite the flash of the kamera making your eyes sting, you do your best to maintain a neutral expression and wonder if the traveler and paimon had already gotten their turn and have long since installed themselves in the fortress. you especially wonder so when you’re left to venture the fortress of meropide alone, with only a room number and no knowledge of the prison’s system to your name.

“hey! you there!”

oh dear heavens, it’s already started— you’ve not stepped foot into prison for one whole minute and you’re already about to become a bullying victim. you swallow thickly and turn around meekly like a cornered rabbit. a particularly grumpy-looking guard is the one who calls you over, expression hard and stoic. you nearly consider begging him to not be mean to you like a cowardly little kid, but he speaks before you even get to open your mouth and spew anything embarrassing.

“you’re y/n, the new inmate, right? the duke wants to see you in his office.”

oh it’s so over for you.

perhaps you haven’t become a punching bag just yet but you’ve sure, somehow, irked the warden enough to be immediately sent to his office. oh gods… is it because you’re fatui? you heard there were quite a few fatui operatives already residing in the fortress of meropide— perhaps the duke has a particular distaste for your kind. the guard half-heartedly shows you the way to the duke’s office, the singular, imposing tower at the center of the fortress.

the silence inside the tower is deafening, the only sound heard is the clang of your steps against the metal stairs, almost as if you’re the only living being inside. the second floor introduces itself through the incredibly faint, almost innate herbal scent that wafts around you more and more the higher steps you climb. finally, it reveals an atmospheric office with bookshelves rounding the walls, a comfortable-looking sofa with a coffee table littered with teacups before it and in the grand center of the room, a wide desk— the last thing you register is the man sitting at it expectantly.

he looks nothing like you expected him to.

by the title of duke, you were picturing an older, posher man adorning expensive fabrics and a distasteful, condescending expression towards the ‘lower lifeforms’ of his prisoners. instead, he’s much younger and rugged, littered with scars, dark tones and sharp edges to his outfit— he almost looks like an inmate himself. despite not appearing necessarily condescending, the duke of meropide is still plentiful imposing, as his icy blue eyes and platform boots send a shiver through your spine when he stands up to greet you. he sticks out a hand and you instinctively flinch away, although the hand only hangs in the air passively awaiting a handshake.

“y/n l/n, prisoner 7458, it’s a pleasure to meet you. welcome to the fortress of meropide.”

oh… his tone is so casual and friendly, it completely takes you aback— like you’re meeting a friend on the street instead of the highest authority of an enormous prison as one of his very own prisoners. you scramble to shake his hand and awkwardly fall into some sort of bowing motion in the midst of you’re panic.

“a-ah yes! thank po you very m-much, your grace.”

with this proximity, you have no choice but to look at the duke’s face up close. he wears an easy smile on his otherwise seemingly hardened face, one that you can’t help but subconsciously think of as handsome. another juxtaposition to your expectations toward the duke is that, despite his rugged and troublesome appearance, he is quite well kept— as seen by his neat peach fuzz. he confuses you entirely.

the duke chuckles amusedly at your entirely perplexed demeanor.

“no need to be so nervous, this is a casual talk that i personally wanted to have with you, rather than a… part of the fortress’ welcoming ceremony. so please, have a seat, make yourself comfortable— i’ll prepare us some tea. oh! and call me wriothesley.”

you do as… wriothesley says and sit on the surprisingly cushy chair in front of his desk as he himself steps off to the side to make the tea. your mind is still running at miles per hour with everything that’s happened and with what might happen next, with what to say or not to say to the duke, with where childe, the traveler and paimon might be right now. not to mention the sickeningly sweet smell that fills your brain even further… this must be some strong tea. wriothesley sets a teacup in front of you and sits at his grand, tall chair behind the desk. he faces you with a bright smile that you force yourself to return, yet you still can’t help but keep the thought of this ‘casual talk’ having other intentions gnaw at the back of your mind.

“so, i won’t dilly-dally with what i’d like to talk about— as you may have noticed, the fortress harbors quite a few inmates from the fatui.” bingo. who knew that your blinded anxieties were actually right.

“all of them arrive here with similar ranks, under similar sentences for similar crimes. standard stuff, really… but this is the very first time we’ve gotten ourselves a sergeant.”

although the duke keeps up an easy-going and lighthearted demeanor, you can’t help but remain on edge. you feel once again like prey cornered by a calculating hound. the smell of the tea still plagues your mind with its unavoidable presence— what’s even worse is that the scent isn’t entirely unfamiliar to you, the memory is just out of your grasp, frustrating you even more.

“and even further, this is our very first time we’ve gotten ourselves a fatui sergeant whose crime was… to steal a cake from lady furina?” wriothesley briefly looks down toward a document on his desk to make sure he’s actually recalling your crime correctly. you barely listen to what he’s saying, still laser focused on recognizing this irking fragrance.

“adding onto that, it seems as though we’re receiving two new inmates today who are arriving on the exact same sentence for the exact same crime as yourself. seems a bit curious, doesn’t it?”

your attention is caught by the mention of the traveler and paimon and you shoot up in your seat.

“oh yes, those are my friends! a-are they okay? have they arrived yet?”

wriothesley is seemingly surprised by your sudden enthusiasm, as he chuckles with certain shock and amusement. he looks at his file once again, eyes trailing over to the two other prisoner registry’s below your own with a certain analytical hint to his gaze.

“i’m certain they’ll be arriving at the fortress shortly. in the meantime, why don’t you tell me how exactly the three of you managed to commit such a heinous crime?” he asks humorously.

wait!

you’ve finally recognized the scent… a lesser known tea leaf from liyue, with no real definitive name for itself— only truly studied within the medical field for being one of the few tea leafs to contain sodium thiopental, a barbiturate that slows the speed of the communication between the spinal cord and the brain, making high-functioning tasks such as lying harder to perform. a truth serum.

wriothesley has served you a truth serum.

so much for a ‘casual talk’. you’ve known the man for not even a full day, yet you still feel a sting of betrayal fermenting in your chest. but truly, what can be done when you’ll always have a big fat target on your back that labels you as nothing more than a fatuus? you’ve chosen this wretched bed, now you must lie in it.

and lie you will.

with a forced laugh, you feign a reminiscent smile. “a-ah, it’s actually quite silly— i believe it goes without mention that my friends and i are foreigners and still wildly foreign to fontainian customs. we were invited to a meeting with lady furina and monsieur neuvillette in the spirit of diplomacy but, ahah… i guess we were unfamiliar with lady furina’s predilection for sweets and just took one for ourselves!”

wriothesley laughs in turn, but you’re unable to discern how genuine it is. you watch his periwinkle eyes flicker briefly toward your untouched teacup and suddenly, the atmosphere turns into one akin to a game of chess— innately hostile and strategic, where both of you must be hyper aware of the other’s next move lest you make a mistake and lose your carefully constructed composure.

“i must say it is an unlikely set of circumstances…”

you subconsciously look toward wriothesley’s own teacup, seeing that his remains as unsipped as yours. with a chilling feeling, you look back up to see that the duke’s gaze was already fixated on you, which means he saw you checking his teacup. which means he knows that you know.

“though, i’ve got to ask… what exactly entails your position in the fatui? this is purely out of my own curiosity, as most of our inmates all come from the house of the hearth.”

you swallow hard.

“well… i’m head of the infirmary, that’s all my position is, really. the sergeant title is just a half-assed justification for how high my ranking is.”

the calculating hint to wriothesley’s gaze softens in the slightest amount possible and he lightly looks off to the side, as if reminded of something, or someone he knows by your answer.

“i work directly under the second fatui harbinger, il dottore. i’m somewhat his… assistant.” the word assistant leaves your mouth with a tinge of disdainfulness as your body almost instinctively tenses at the mention of… him. the duke picks up on it.

“the doctor, huh— haven’t heard much about him myself, but what i have heard seems like more than enough for me.” you can’t help but snort at that.

“do you like it? working for him, that is.”

you’re staggered into silence and a shocked expression— the suddenness of the question completely taking you by surprise. the speechlessness you feel is painfully reminiscent of when kunikuzushi asked you if you’d like to kill dottore. despite the answer being obvious to you, there’s a subconscious fear gnawing at your side that dottore might be out here listening, disguised as someone else or as one of his segments, living a false life. but you can’t allow yourself to live in fear of him anymore— his segments are gone and he’s pathetically stuck in zapolyarny palace by himself while you’ve been out and traveling miles and miles away from snezhnaya. kunikuzushi doesn’t fear him, so why should you?

you’ve always been terrible at bluffing, so fuck it— you might as well not bluff at all.

instead of answering wriothesley immediately, you lunge for the teacup and gulp down the entire thing, much to his surprise. the duke is stunned in return as he merely watches attentively for your reaction to the serum. the silence between the two of you is prolonged as you give the serum time to take effect. the taste itself is a delightful, slight earthy flavor— making it even more enticing to drink normally for one unaware of the leaf’s properties. you don’t feel any different after a few seconds, if not ever so slightly woozier. you breathe in and out deeply, letting the first answer that comes to your mind be the one that comes out.

“i take my job very seriously, your grace— i am a medic, my ambition is to save lives. and there isn’t a soul in teyvat that i would ever want to kill more than i want to kill him.”

the answer feels foreign and unexpected even to yourself. the first time you were asked such a question, before one who was once the balladeer and dottore’s experimental god, your answer was no. it felt easier to say no— to tell him you’d rather he be the one to end the doctor’s reign of terror, because for the most part it was true. but then kunikuzushi found closure, he found new life and prosperity in places outside of godhood or tormenting others or spiting his ‘mother’ or going after dottore.

and you, you stayed the same. you’re still suffocating within the grimy, clawed grasp of the second fatui harbinger. you’ve been through so much, visited four different nations within the span of the last year, fought an abyssal creature and an artificial, nearly god-like being yet you still feel as stuck as you did while you were still stationed in snezhnaya. you’re still stuck having reasons to want to kill dottore, kunikuzushi moved past his.

the duke still can’t find an immediate response, as he merely scoffs incredulously at what he’s just watched. you see a faint glaze take over his gaze when he looks aimlessly down at his desk, as if truly involving himself in memories of the past— his eyebrows furrow briefly, as though the memories he recalls aren’t good ones. something grips at your throat, an anxious feeling, as you regret being so impulsive as to reveal something so damning about yourself. to a prison warden, no less. you feel as though you’ve sobered up and feel the need to make up for what you said and excuse yourself, but before you can even open your mouth wriothesley is already standing from his chair.

“well i respect your honesty, sergeant. i’m afraid we’ll have to leave our talk here, as i have to welcome more of the new prisoners into the fortress, maybe even your friends will be amongst them— i’ll make sure to give them the word that you’re here.”

you nod briskly and scurry to leave the office while the duke insists on seeing you out himself. your head pounds with nervousness, and perhaps slightly with the truth serum tea you just downed all at once— so much so that you almost don’t notice wriothesley’s hand sticking out once again in a polite handshake. much less do you notice the fascinated studying scan of his eyes across your face as your hand meets his.

“and again— welcome to the fortress of meropide, y/n.”

you don’t sleep well on your first night at the fortress.

perhaps it’s due to not being used to the overwhelming pressure of the water, perhaps due to the lack of warmth that your metal surroundings bring, perhaps a side effect of the tea.

or perhaps… it’s because you dream of ajax.

at first, the dream is sweet— drowning in cheesy, tooth-rooting romance tropes dug from the most delusional corners of your brain, ones that you desperately tried to suppress after you got over your phase of reading romance novels as a child. you’re reliving the tension-filled moment inside your hotel bathroom from the other morning, where some mystical force had pulled you and ajax so close together you shared the same breath, getting painstakingly closer still. only this time, instead of getting interrupted by those guards, the scene keeps going… and going… until you truly, finally meet each other in the middle.

within the misty midsts of your slumber, it almost feels real— there’s a shock of electricity when your lips touch, your heart beats faster from even outside the dream, you can nearly feel the warm sigh of satisfaction that ajax lets out from his nose and onto your face. but it still isn’t enough, the tightness in ajax’s desperate grip onto the back of your head and on the small of your back aren’t present enough. the juxtaposition of his fiery warm skin against your own cold one isn’t contrasting enough, your skin doesn’t burn as fiercely as it does when you touch him in the waking world.

and soon enough, the dream shifts… shifts into scenes of ajax inside the fortress. you’re not lucid enough to find the images strange, as you’ve never seen him inside the fortress yet— so you remain stuck, watching as he sneaks past a plethora of guards to reach a decrepit tunnel, overridden with plant-life as it connects out into the fontainian sea. your vision starts to blend incomprehensibly like watercolors on wet paper, until all the remains is a blinding, blue mess and a faint whisper in ajax’s voice:

“something’s… calling me… i… i have to go…”

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and don’t forget to boycott this shitty game!!

[goodyjobgoodywork]

Hello, Inspekta! My name is S! And I'm writing a letter with my friend E. We're future Bizzy Boys! And I say future cuz we're too young to be BizzyBoys. So we like to call ourselves Jr Bizz!!

Do you have any advice for future detectives like us? - Jr Bizz

"It's a good thing dat I'm such a good teacher!"

( // rest of post under cut )

What dey don't tell yew about investy-gate-shun is dat it can be broken into three parts: investy-gatin' da scene, interviewing people, and compiling yewr evidents! A case tends to go as follows:"

"First, investigate yewr crime scene! Say yew lost a book- Investigate yewr room! Look for clues, like a missing bookmark, footprints, or torn paper! Pay close attention; A clue can be as in-con-spick-yewous as an open window, hair that isn't yewrs, or a different book in its' place!"

"Then, start looking for yewr witnesses an' suspects! Dis can be as simple as yewr little brother, or yewr close friend, or something. Talk to anyone yew think might be involved! Did tha friend mention wanting dat book? Maybe yewr sibling saw it in a different place! Did yewr neighbor see it in deyr hand? Write down everything yew think is important for tha case, even if it doesn't make sense right away!"

"Finally, start compiling yewr evidents! This is tha hardest step, becaws sometimes yew don't have all tha evidents! Gasp!! What do yew do?!

Dis is where yewr problem solving and thinking skills come in! Yew won't have all tha evidents all tha time, so always retrace yewr steps if yew get stuck! Don't be afraid to spend some time looking over tha facts an' testimonies yew've got! Follow yewr hunches! Deduce dose clues! Use dat brain of yewrs to close dat case!"

"Remember, tha mark of a good detective isn't how many cases dey can solve, or how many crooks dey can catch, but tha good it does for tha people involved. It might be yew and yewr missing book for now, but someday, it'll be helping more people than yew can count on yewr fingers, junior Bizzies! Someday, it might be doing good for tha entire Grove!!"

[weirdocvnt08]

Oofs sorry for inactivity, my mind is just so occupied with the shit that’s happening in my country plus other personal bizz i got goin on but that’s beside the point and if anyone’s thinking that i just ditched Cool With U i promise i didn’t and have just been writing little by little, and so far from how it’s been going now i think the total word count for chapter 3 is gonna end up around 10k words. Currently almost at 9k and guys ngl im getting tired of editing and just wanna get to chapter 4 already bc i keep changing things from the current chap bc it feels too bland. i seriously need a beta reader guys bc i always end up complicating things for myself. Alsooooooo current post i got on my SplatNet post (my name is LEOSAGI4EV on Splat 3 btw in case you see me) ;p

It’s my off week from work so hopefully i get enough done and feel content enough to finally publish it on AO3 by then but idk. On the bright side tho even tho its waaaay longer than I intended it to be im loving how its coming out so far and i hope when its done that you guys will like it too 💌🫶

[pretty-little-mind33]

Virgin Sergei?! Absolutely! He’s got too much in his plate to be gettin’ bizz-ay!

But ugh! Just think once he gets going how feral that man is! 🤤

I am here for it my dear! 💛

YESSSSS!

i am currently writing this and i am so excited!! oh he would get the hang of it quickly—it's animal instinct after all 😉🫶

[shuuen-no-cimory]

what districts would LIs even be from? or at least which one of them would be from nests?

like I'm pretty sure whitney grew up in backstreets, and with how clueless sydney is i'd almost call them a nest dweller

...on the other hand, we already have the city's Britain...

Crack my fingers and open your eyes. I'm gonna write about this in FULL THROTTLE as I've been thinking abt all this for THE WHOLE MONTHS.

WARNING: some aspect might spoil any of the lore related to both medias That's an interesting question... Personally I do think they all collectively came from District 20 LOL BUT YES, defo Whitney came from Backstreet, District 20 nonetheless. I can already imagine them ever joined Dead Rabbits at some point if they didn't decide to enter any Wing or pursue higher education (as per Vrel ever mentioned how Whitney might wants to be a doctor.) Robin... I personally enjoy the idea of them coming from District 12's Backstreet when Lobcorp. still running as the Wing. Or maybe D22 where Vergilius orphanage is on. Ok no, I'm joking, that's gonna be a bit painful but kinda interesting scenario alright. Other possibility I have in mind is that Robin might be living in District 21's Backstreet, right at the coastal area that's under Middle's control. In this scenario, Bailey themself might be someone involved with The Middle. Probably a Big Brother/Sister. As for Sydney, I could imagine them came from Nest K, or at least Backstreet area in D10 that's under Dieci Association's control. This can play into an interesting scenario of how Sirris (who I could see might be working for K Corp. or any high school in Backstreet 10) met their partner, which I can already see very fitting to be part of Dieci. Oh on the side note, River is defo a Dieci alright. That fist filled with knowledge say it all LOL Kylar... ISTG I can't not imagine him as Edgar Linton HFVJSFVHSD but yes, they might be a rich Backstreet dweller but with family involved/under the protection of/influenced by The Ring. Or hell... What if they're involved with Church of Gears instead. That'll be pretty fun idea to think of... Alex... I can imagine them to be on the well-off side of Backstreet dweller. As District 19 is under S Corp. that run in agro-industry bizz, I might put them here. HOWEVER, seeing how adamant many people wants to leave District 19 (Yi Sang, Blade Lineage), it's a little hard to imagine them staying on District 19 either. Though I might change this once Don's Canto drop, which could possibly take place in either District 20 or District 19. As of now, I can think they might be coming from Backstreet T, probably on the same area where The League of Nine used to live on. ... Which then also make Remy possibly a D19 dwellers as well! However, I can see them as one that's backed out by syndicates instead. A big shot one, that is. Move on to Avery. Definitely some hot shot in T Corp., could be Class 5 worker. Them being 'interested' in science (or that's how they claimed to be when we met them as PC for the first time), rich, gaudy, and all that kinda scream a Feather to me. Could be one that involved with some Syndicate as well. The Thumb, perhaps...? Oh, as I write this, I found that northern area of the City supposed to be a lot richer and developed. That might be where they came from too. However we couldn't make any assumption yet as this part of the City hasn't get much attention from any of the game/media. With how keen they're to stay out of The Town, can I say Eden might be Outskirt dweller...? Maybe someone who used to be someone from the City but decide to pull off? Perhaps even might be someone that ever put some hands on The Light project while not directly took part of the group. I can imagine them as someone living on the outer area of Black Forest, alright? Like, maybe someone that knows about the Three Birds and been telling people off. Maybe in Ruina era, they ended up joined the Library once it got yeeted to Outskirt lol who knows. AND OF COURSE, we couldn't talk about LIs without talking about the beasts! Both Great Hawk and Black Wolf is under Site X-394 trust me. I can already see them on Outskirt, alright. Probably not on the same part of Outskirt as Eden but still around that area.

AND WHILE WE HAVE FINISHED THE LIS, I might as well talk about some of the People of Interest as well. THERE'S TWO THINGS I CAN THINK OF ABOUT WINTER: Either a Claw/Arbiter, or someone that used to take part in Smoke War or the War between Wings. If he was a veteran of Smoke War, I can see them on the winning side, or someone that's ended up like Salvador. Perhaps they might be retired fixer too, an Ex-Dieci that used to be the one who did Ruins-delving to retrieve Relics. Wren is defo someone who visit Backstreet J often, might even be District 9 dweller. They might be one with a Nest permit but not really living on the Nest themself. Hell, they could actually run a bizz on Nest as a way for them to smuggle things to-and-from Backstreet J. Though them as part of a pirate syndicate that deals more in smuggling bizz is a good possibility too, alright. Zephyr is, clear as a day, as part of pirate syndicate OR sailor ship akin to the Pequod in either of the coastal districts. I can see them as part of the Twinhook, though they might run their own syndicate instead. I have two ideas for Ivory Wraith in mind, according to "which" we're talking about. As an actual person, Ivory might be part of Index who had a clash with Church of Gears and fallen victim. However if we talk about them as the Spirit, I can imagine them as something like Bloodfiend. In a way, a nonhuman born out of Distortion-esque phenomenon. Harper... What can I say about them but Dongrang? LOL. I just can imagine them as a big shot on K Corp. that's close to who Dongrang is. Someone influential enough to be taking care of Teary-Thing. Yeah, something along that line... If not, they might run their own clinic that provides healthcare, but of course with whatever The City-esque business backed it. With the new Dieci Association updates I can confidently say that Jordan is, without doubt, a Dieci's Saint, at least on Section 4 or 5. If not, at least he's at the same level as Dieci Meur. One thing for sure, Niki definitely NOT from District N. They'd disappear as soon as they whip up a camera. N Corp and its Taboo is just something... As for the others... I have no idea yet, but maybe I'd came up with one later on!

[ryemiffie]

I’m lowkey parched it’s been a whole month without a new chapter of your fic im kinda lowkey dying it’s very very delicious but I need more/lh

I'm so sorry, I only just saw this in my inbox, for some reason I didn't get a notification 😭

Yeah, there was a large delay between chapters not only due to how many times I rewrote the draft but also because there was some personal bizz I had going on that made it hard to work on writing.

But now that I'm back in the flow I plan on there being two more chapters coming out this month for the redemption fic, and a chapter for Can't help yourself!

I feel so bad for the delay in updating and answering so I'll give you a little info on the next chapter of Cosmically gifted reconciliation.

The next chapter will be a Ford, Bill, and Dipper adventure, and will feature the return of the ring Ford found on the bathroom floor. With Mabel wanting the house to herself to prepare for her upcoming sleep-over, Bill, Ford, and Dipper go out to investigate an anomaly!

[nuclearregulatorycommission]

introduction

timothyfuckinrand -> councilhdmi -> nuclearregulatorycommission

hey gang old intro outdated so its time for a new one

what's up it's me biz or danny, i use he/she/boom/l'he pronouns plus 1000 others so whatever, and i'm 20. im in mental chicago dude

this is my main blog so i just reblog as i please and occasionally post art, og textposts, writing snippets, etc

(tags:

art #bizz art

random #bizz endeavors

writing #bizz write

secret 4th option #bizz fuckin whatever )

i love love love just roll with it right now so i am posting about that often, but i also like sanders sides, minecraft, mystreet and minecraft diaries, and THE DSMP... if youre a wilbur or dream fan please fuck off peace and love! i also <3 tally hall, will wood and saint motel, and some other general interests i have are writing, fish, and nuclear fallout

IF YOU GIVE ME JRWI SPOILERS I WILL EXPLODE YOU WITH MY MIND I HAVE ONLY FINISHED THE SUCKENING, BLOOD IN THE BAYOU & RIPTIDE.

uhhh i also really like politics and am passionate about that so warning in advance i may be talking about the 2024 US election. i usually tag it under #2024 election or #us politics

also adding on: just so you know i am 20; im not an nsfw account but i am an adult so i talk about adult things. i will not follow if youre below 16 and probably block you if you try to follow me. i too block freely so do as you please at your own discretion

also kindly dni if youre a discourse heavy blog i dont wanna see that shit (CURRENT WORLD EVENTS ARE NOT DISCOURSE SO EVERYONE IS AWARE...)

that's all. SEE YA

[byloesstuff]

shit here we go

Mezo Shoji - fem reader

one shot because i'm shit at writing long as stories ;-;

college au!

shoji and you had been high school sweethearts after he got the courage to ask you out for junior prom, 2-3 years later you both got accepted into the same college, he was helping you move into your dorm room. (she was roommates with other female student from UA, this may be fiction but i'm not gonna have them live in the same dorm because that just doesn't happen)

fluff!!🤍

-—-—-—-—-*_-<3

your roommate, Tokage Setsuna was nice enough to help you bring your several boxes of belongings to your shared dorm room, your boyfriend was supposed to help but he got wrapped up in the orientation that day since he hadn't been there to visit previously time while on the other hand you had.

"damn girl how much did you pack??"

Setsu questioned with a grunt as she plopped the heavy box on your side of the room.

you chuckled, placing down the smaller boxes on top of the one she placed down. "there was just a few things i wanted to be with me in college, nothing wrong with that."

you shrugged it off as you walked out of the room to grab another box from the back of your boyfriend's car, you guys drove 3 hours there together so you both had your belongings in the trunk (he maybe had a single duffel bag and two smaller boxes lmao). you used your quirk to lift an extra box as you grabbed a larger one with your hands.

quirk: gravity fluctuation. you can mess with the gravity of decently weighted objects, this quirk is more useful in rescue type hero work but can be used in combat situations, just involves a little more strategic movement. you can also move people, but heavier objects will cause intense headaches and sometimes fainting after straining to long to hold something up.

-

the both of you had finished bringing in your boxes of clothing, wall decor, books, etc.

Setsuna flopped over on her bed from exhaustion of carrying boxes up and down the stairs. you plopped on your bed and started going through your clothes as you heard a buzz from your phone

bizz-- bizz--

Mezo <3

finished orientation where r u?

you smiled looking down at the notification before picking your phone up and replying.

reader

in my room you should come by in a bit when i finish putting my clothes away, you can help me put up my wall decor! ^^

Shoji replied with a simple thumbs up emoji, you didn't even notice how giddy you were until you heard your roommate mock your current pose which was laying on your stomach and kicking your feet in the air behind you unironically and she laughed at how reacted at the small things your boyfriend did, endearingly of course, you giggled along with her before continuing to do your laundry.

-

-

a few hours had gone by and you had gotten most of your clothes put away, not without some struggle but Setsuna didn't mind helping you.

you just started opening one of the boxes that contained your posters when you heard a soft knock at the dorm door, your roommate slowly opened the door not expecting to be face to face with someone's torso, she looked up to see a slightly familiar face. you turned and saw your boyfriend who was barely reaching the top of the doorway with his head, you smiled as you ran over to the door and took his hand, leading him inside.

setsuna sat back down on her bed her face curious.

"so.. this is the one you were kicking your feet texting earlier?"

shoji looked down at you his eye squinted softly as his cheeks raised against his mask, he was smiling at you.

"of course it was, who else would i be texting?-"

you sighed before preparing yourself for introductions.

"M- Shoji this is Setsuna, Setsuna this is my boyfriend Shoji."

he nodded a welcome hello as she just gave an awkward thumbs up from her bed before going on her phone.

"don't worry she's not good at talking- anyway how was orientation mezo?"

they talked about each others day, the ups and downs and how they missed each other, of course setsu made a fake gag sound at the sappy talk, but you guys only laughed at it. the both of you started going through the boxes and going through posters and pictures.

shoji found a picture of the two of you that you guys had taken in a mall photo booth. in the first picture shoji's head was cut off the top because he didn't know where the camera at first and you were sat next to him laughing, the second picture you had pulled his head down to your level, your hand caressing his clothes cheek. the third picture you had surprised him with a kiss to his masked cheek, and what's even better is that in the last picture mezo had pulled his mask down and met your lips which very much surprised you, that was your guys first real kiss, before that you had been giving him pecks on his masked lips but you both will never forget that kiss and you're glad the both of you could relive that moment with this picture.

he tapped your shoulder and pointed to the picture in which you smiled at it. you looked up at him, slowly wrapping your arms around his middle in which he cocooned you in his webbed arms, you loved when he did this especially when it was freezing, he pecked the top of your head through his mask as you rested your head on his chest. setsu looked over to you and smiled before she coughed to get their attention.

"i'm gonna go grab dinner with some of my friends, ill leave you two some privacy, and ill bring back left overs."

she had slipped on her shoes and grabbed her phone before practically dashing out of the room.

-

you both laughed a little before you guys locked eyes again. when was the last time you both were in a room alone, your felt your heart flutter, you knew how lucky you were to be with him, yet he felt like you were so out of his league which you definitely reassured him you were not.

he slowly pulled down his mask and lowered his head down to your level, his arms still wrapped around you.

"looking at you like this, is my favorite thing, your beauty pains me, i know you rarely see me like this but i at least hope you feel something other then horrified when you see my face."

he had a shy smile as she chuckled, you gently caressed his scared cheeks whispering to him.

"i definitely am not terrified nor horrified of you Mezo, i think you are the prettiest thing."

his face after hearing that proved her right, he was perfectly imperfect and she loved how different he was, he may not think what she does about his face, she wished he did.

they were frozen there as if someone had paused a cheesy romance dvd. all of a sudden he gently lifted her off the ground, her legs dangled as he pressed one of the most softest, passionate kisses she had ever received, his hand placement made her want to melt like putty in his arms, his middle pair of arms secured around her middle, his top pair caressed her head, one of his hands holding the side of her face the other in her hair.

his bottom pair softly rested on the sides of her legs, his scared ridged lips slowly moved with your soft ones, yet you never felt anything as soft as this in your life. your arms wrapped around his neck as you tilted into him lovingly, his body reacting by squeezing you lightly.

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this had gone on for a couple minutes before he gently pulled back, both of your cheeks flushed as your hearts thumped against each other, it's been a while since you guys could've really get lost in each other like that, and you guys know you'll be doing that again soon. he gently put you back down on the ground.

both of your eyes had stayed locked on each other since they reopened, there was a comfortable silence before he spoke.

"we should probably get started on those wall decorations."

the both of you chuckled wholeheartedly.

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AFTER NOTE-

AAAA I SPENT LIKE AN HOUR WRITING THIS ITS LIKE 3 AM PLEASE GIVE FEED BACK I HAVE NOT WRITTEN IN A VERY LONG TIME^^

also look at this stinkin cute artwork vv

[blooming-violets]

Heya!! so I don't know if you know it but there is this fic I read awhile ago. Heat Of The Moment by lizz-the-bizz on ao3 (about 40k words) and it is so good!!! I don't really remember the details of it anymore because it's been some time since I've read it, but basically it's a peter x reader/oc. And oc is trapped in a timeloop, and it has the usual time loop fic tropes you can think of, like depression, manic oc who tries everything to get out of time loop, death, grief, and so so much angst, whump, and hurt/comfort. Just Peter being the bestest boyfriend he could be and suuuch a good characterisation. I love him so much here. I've read it twice and sometimes still think back on it. Like the ending climax??? It was so dramatic (like car crashes, tunnels falling down, water traps, Peter maybe dying??) AND THE HAPPY END. Also it has some supernatural easter eggs, which is always fun (if you couldn't tell by the title). ANYWAY SO GOOD. LITERALLY EVERYTHING ONE NEEDS IN A FIC. I'm so glad I found it back than, it really might be one of my alltime favs. :3

Just wanted to share my love with this (and maybe get some more ppl to read it hehe).

I also love everything you write, and hope you have a nice day! ♡

THIS IS MY NUMBER ONE FAVORITE FIC I HAVE EVER READ. And that is saying a lot because @liz-allyn also wrote Sugar and Vice and that was a true masterpiece buuuut Heat of the Moment altered my entire brain chemistry and changed my life (I'm not even being dramatic). The way she wrote the tunnel scene will literally live on in my brain forever as what I strive to achieve whenever I write intense, gut wrenching moments. Like that's the goal. That's perfection. That's top tier and what I dream of creating some day. I dream of being that damn talented and my friend Liz did ALL THAT WITH THIS FIC

And you are correct, everyone needs to go read it if they haven't already because it's worth every second.

[dark-twist-fairytales]

(Rubber duck method! I should honestly try that with my writing, normally I just talk to myself)

Just pulling out Shepherds coin, almost being able to hear his southern accent as he explains it, hearing Shepherds critique and immediately fixing things.

(Also yeah, if any of his expedition saw him rn they'd be horrified.)

Clayton not being able to say no to the people he cares about, especially children.

Clayton wraps himself in bedsheets when he goes to sleep, trying to get the faux feeling of someone holding him. (Not having his wife those first years was horrible)

One day when he just fell asleep in the grass after tending to the shrine he wakes up to Davi sleeping on his arm, and he can't help but see his own long gone little girl.

(It honestly works pretty well. Either that or talking with my headmates.)

Honestly, Shepherd's coin probably gets a good amount of use. Just from the smallness of a coin, being able to hide it inconspicuously to fidget with. Or using his wedding ring. Swapping between the two so neither get too worn too quickly, or them being situational based on where/what's happening.

Especially since he has the longer cloak, probably able to retain some warmth from the sun to help him sleep a bit better when outside of his normal resting areas.

Oh, with something like that, Davi laying down near him just to make sure he's alright and alive, but Clayton out of parental instinct lays his arm out for Davi to rest on, previously just curled tightly on himself in his cloak, muttering something about it being "time to rest" and "you've been awake far too long". Which, probably isn't wrong. Maybe it was a long night for Davi of restless sleep. It's early morning, or even night.

Clayton is a divination wizard after all, maybe his wizz bizz works in his sleep too?

It doesn't. Clayton's been around children far too long to shake the habits after hundreds of years.

Awww, imagine Clayton spending his wedding anniversary with Clara in her tomb. He does a similar things for the others for their birthdays, taking an incredible amount of care to them specifically, laying a flower for them while humming the birthday song to them.

[landograndprix]

https://www.tumblr.com/landonfour/728781328783441920/what-are-your-plans-after-you-finish-mini-me-mini?source=share

Tell. Me. More. Please. 😭

so reader is a driver for redbull, mclaren or ferrari, depending for which driver I'm going to write it for..reader's like hella successful, I'm talking multiple worldchampionships, makes men go crazy because ✨ woman can't drive 🌟, older reader cause she's been in the bizz for a while and one of them boys had that silly teenage crush on reader but reader seems untouchable and out of their league so they're 🥺👉👈 around their teammate all the time lmfao something along those 😂

[gentleman-todd]

When you think about it the timeline in WFA doesn’t make any fucking sense. Unless - now that I think about it - WFA isn’t technically a sanitized version of post-crisis canon, but nu52 canon (which doesn’t fully uncomplicate things but would make a bit more sense). Because - and hear me out for real - if Jason (at least in season one) was 19 years old but already going under the Red Hood moniker and wearing a “bat symbol” then that means (and I’m specifically talking about Jason but the timeline stuff gets even more fucked up when you factor in Duke and other “newer” Bats) that the entirety of B:UTRH happens in one year. Hell, probably less than that.

Not only that either, but from 18 to 19 he would’ve had to have found and then formed the Outlaws (both versions considering his relationships with Roy, Artemis, & Bizz), reconciled with Bruce, met a ten year old Damian way earlier than in the comics, met Duke way earlier than in the comics (+Duke’s already Signal and has powers so a lot of story beats for him would’ve had to happen in a laughably short amount of time as well), and established himself as a hero under Batman to Gotham and her citizens to the extent that he’s automatically recognized as such.

Now, I don’t like to think about the WFA timeline too much for this exact reason, but I am nothing if not the exact type of person that would take the time out to do just that so whatever. Long story short the WFA timeline gives me a headache because it’s clearly not meant to be thought about and dissected as much as I’m dissecting it but I can’t help myself.

The new 52 angle makes sense for Jason’s personality too, not fully because he’s being sanitized in WFA (like how characters are sanitized in stuff like Justice League: Action or the Batman: Unlimited animations), but way closer a personality match than if WFA!Jason was based directly off post-crisis Jason. Yeah, there’s just no other way.

That would also explain why Cass’s uniform is the way it is in WFA. (Listen, the more I write this the more I realize that I’m probably not the first person to come to this realization, but just let me figure things out at my own speed, OK?)

Question: Is Jason 19 the entire time in the new 52 continuity? Edit: I checked and the answer is yes, but also no? Like, he ages, but the ages are kinda wonky because nu52!Jason dies at 16, but is only gone for (I think) two years instead of five like in post-crisis, but they fit a lot of story and development into those two years that Jason’s “dead” and honing his craft or whatever.

[princeblue]

I’ll explain it all in the notes of the next update, but I am getting impatient for updating my soulmates/cruelty series because I have one chapter just about finished and I’d love to post it all for you but the way I’m going about this ongoing fanfic bizz is; writing all future chapters together in the same document, so 4&5 and 5&6 and so on and on, I really contemplated taking it down and re writing it but I didn’t trust myself to do that properly so for chapter four it’ll be me fixing something for the future and establishing a bit more on how their soulmate bond works, and then five should really be moved on a bit more to the plot because we’ll have an important character introduced :3

And also when I finish double chapters I’ll upload both chapters at the same time !

So, slower updates, but more cohesive chapters and hopefully longer ones at that.