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[likeabxrdinflight]

so as we all know, the live action atla airs tomorrow. knowing me, I'll end up binging the whole thing in one, two days tops.

I think the majority of my followers on this platform followed me back in 2020, when the animated show dropped on netflix and saw a sudden resurgence in popularity. so most of you know me as a fan, and it's not exactly a secret. I adore the animated show. It's somewhere in my top ten favorite tv series of all time. it might even be the top, I've never actually sat down and thought about it that deeply, but if I did, atla very well could be number one.

it's not a perfect show, far from it. it has flaws. everything does. but I was there with atla from literally day one. I remember back in 2005, all the tv ads for this cool, anime-esque nickelodeon show that was gonna air soon. I memorized the date and time of the premiere. I made damn sure I wasn't gonna miss it. my 12-year-old ass forced my little brother to surrender the remote for that hour and refused to let him touch it. turns out I didn't need to, because we both got invested right away. and I tuned in for every new episode from that day on. even if I was at a friend's house, I made sure we watched if a new episode of atla was airing. I was that insane about this show.

I can remember making up fake bending routines in my parents' living room (usually firebending lol). in the summers I'd pretend to be a waterbender in the swimming pool. some of my earliest drawings are of katara, aang, and zuko, and then later azula. I remember when the blue spirit first aired and presenting my brother with the "zuko will definitely become aang's friend and teach him firebending" manifesto. he was not convinced. I was devastated by the season two finale, and so vindicated by season three. I remember how long the 2008 writer's strike felt when it delayed the second half of season three. and I remember when the finale finally aired- by this point I was now 15- and just the rollercoaster of emotions that was for me as a teenager. I remember not wanting it to be over, delving into the online fandom and discovering all the different ships, fanart, fanfics, and video edits (and drama). I learned how to use windows movie maker and pirate the episodes just because I wanted to join in on the fun. I wrote a not good zutara fic that I never finished. I put my shitty little azula videos on youtube. I've been in and out of this fandom ever since.

so to say I have a lot of love for the animated series would be an understatement. when I think of the media that defined my childhood, there's really five things that first come to mind- harry potter, pokemon, anime more broadly (special shout out to yugioh and sailor moon), disney, and atla.

I say this all to establish that there is zero chance the live action adaptation could ever overtake the animated original for me. I will always love it more, it will always be the more special version of this story. I was exactly aang's age when that first episode aired. there's no replacing something like that. when I think of this story and these characters, I think I will always default to the animated version.

that said, I really am feeling optimistic about the live action adaptation. I'm frequently skeptical of these kinds of projects, especially the disney remake trend, but there's a couple reasons I feel pretty okay with the adaptation of atla. one is that there has been a recent uptick in popularity of the original. it's a good time to re-visit this story, people are interested, and it can only serve to get even more people to watch the original given both will now be on netflix. two is that I'm very encouraged to see that both in front of and behind the camera, asian and indigenous people are taking center stage. I don't think we can discount the importance of that. third, everything I've seen about this show that's not a panicked hot take on twitter or a headline pulled out of context is fairly encouraging. I mostly like what I've heard from the cast and showrunners in interviews. several reviews of the first episode's premiere have been broadly positive, most importantly to me, from actual fans who attended.

I do have some reservations. I'm not totally sold on the visual aesthetic, with the somewhat darker color palette and the contrasting saturation of the costumes. for this first season, I'm easily most concerned about how katara is going to be written. I want them to make changes and tell the story differently, but I do worry they won't find the right balance. too much change to central character arcs could deleteriously impact the story. and I will always be concerned about the portrayal of azula.

I also have mixed feelings about the sexism thing- I'm not necessarily pressed that they might tone down sokka's or even pakku's overt sexism, and frankly the "girls can fight too!" version of feminism is kind of tired in 2024. I also know several indigenous people have spoken up about how the water tribe's being sexist was not a great look. but I am concerned that, in toning this aspect down, they might inadvertently neuter katara's character arc or remove some of her best moments. I have to question how this change will impact suki as well. ironically I'm not as worried about sokka, his sexism was a minimal part of his overall character arc- but it's impact on the women around him was much more meaningful. that's what I'm more concerned about.

I've also heard that the first episode suffers from a glut of exposition that was felt necessary for new viewers but returning fans will likely find tiresome. and naturally I'm worried some things will look goofy, fail to translate from cartoon to live action well, or that some of the heart and charm of the original will get lost in translation. so yeah, there's concerns.

but generally speaking I'm more excited than not. if the show has as much love put into it as the cast and crew interviews seem to indicate, then I think revisiting this world and these characters in a new way with a new generation at the helm will be a lot of fun. the nostalgia market is definitely oversaturated right now, you can certainly argue this didn't need to exist, but I'm not going to pretend I'm not interested to see what they do with this. especially when we already got such a bad live action version- it's not like this is a new idea for atla as a franchise. there's a precedent already set for trying it again. so I'm going in with an open mind. let's see what they do- it's not like it's ever going to replace the original. it can't.

...also I think the tag I'm going to use is "natla spoilers". I've been tagging "atla live action" but I think I'm gonna switch over to "natla" primarily from now on. and believe me, I will be sharing my thoughts.

[cinderella-ish]

Fruits Basket Personality Types Part 9: Momiji Sohma

Like Yuki, Momiji is a character I relate to on a deep level. I'm going to share more about why after we get into his personality types, but I wanted to say up here that Momiji is one of the clearest examples of his Enneagram that I can think of!

Momiji Sohma's Enneagram

Wound: His mother rejected him and had her memory of him erased after a major mental health crisis. His father asked him to be the one to make that choice, even though he was extremely young. He then lived alone (with occasional check-ins from his father and Hatori).

Wounding message: You're on your own.

Core desire: To have freedom and find his own happiness.

Core fear: Painful feelings.

Defense mechanism: Have as much fun as possible to distract from the pain

Strengths: Momiji is optimistic, highly emotionally intelligent, friendly, fun, creative, playful, energetic, spontaneous, and exudes a deep joy.

Challenges: Momiji can be scattered, manipulative, hedonistic, impulsive, unrealistic, and self-absorbed.

When healthy: I think we see Momiji in a fairly healthy place for much of the series, and the result of his stability is a person who's enamored of the joys of life.

When unhealthy: I don't think we ever really see Momiji in an unhealthy place. Perhaps the most stressed we see him is when his curse breaks and he realizes Tohru doesn't feel the same way about him. In that moment, he's a bit resentful and pessimistic (although that evening, when he goes back to see Akito, his optimism comes through in one of my favorite moments of the series!).

Have you figured it out yet? Momiji Sohma is quite clearly an Enneagram 7.

Since Momiji is such a clear example of a Seven, I'm going to copy the information on Sevens from my Enneagram post and annotate (my annotations will be in parenthesis):

Wound: deprived of nurturing (he lost his mother and then lived alone)

Wounding message: It's not okay to depend on anyone for anything. (See above)

Core desire: to be satisfied, to maintain freedom and happiness (he says this out loud at the climax of his character arc!)

Core fear: being deprived or experiencing pain (see below)

Defense mechanism: constantly seek out fun, exciting, and novel experiences; rationalize feelings to avoid pain (I mean!)

Strengths: adventurous, playful, imaginative, energetic, optimistic, quick-thinking, spontaneous, share joyful celebration of existence with those around them (this is just a description of Momiji!)

Challenges: hedonistic, self-absorbed, unrealistic, uncommitted, impatient, unfocused, superficial, restless, impulsive, rebellious, escapist (this is a bit of how he appears at the beginning of the series)

When healthy: more focused, restrained, okay with painful things, fascinated by life (like healthy Fives) (We see Momiji grow into this as the story gets into Act III)

When unhealthy: rigid, critical, pessimistic, angry, perfectionistic (like unhealthy Ones) (we see the barest hint of these qualities when he tells Kyo about Tohru's feelings and then confronts Akito)

I think Momiji is such a beautiful example of a Seven because he fits the stereotypes but he also possesses a ton of depth, and we really get to see how and why he developed his defense mechanism.

It also supports my hot take that it was good for Momiji's character arc to end with him accepting some painful feelings. It's bittersweet at the time, but it's opening doors for him to experience a much richer happiness in the future.

Sevens live in the Fear center with a tendency to repress fear by seeking out new and exciting experiences to occupy their attention. They will also rationalize painful feelings, which is something I think we see from Momiji in Ch. 23/"That's a Secret" when he explains why his mother's memories were erased.

Wing

The Enneagram Institute describes 7w6 as "The Entertainer," and 7w8 as "The Realist." 7w6 sounds more like Momiji to me.

Here's the description of 7w6 from EnneaApp:

Calm any sense of insecurity by being both productive & fun-loving

Has a good sense of humor; quick-witted and energetic; imaginative

Focus on life as positive; wants to create joy/make the world better

Can deplete self by being overactive; can be manic when unhealthy

Subtype

This is a little harder to determine for Momiji, although I think he's more likely a SX Seven (I'll be using SX instead of SE from here on out for ease). He has great relationships with most of the other cursed Sohmas, but we only really get to see the depth of that closeness in 1:1 encounters.

Enneagram Explained describes SX Sevens like this:

SX 7s see the world through rose-colored glasses. They focus on exciting possibilities and idealistic dreams. They can lean more towards naive but they also can charm others into new visions and adventures.

Tritype

I don't have a strong instinct for Momiji's Gut and Heart types. I doubt he's 8 or 4, because I don't think he overexpresses either anger or shame/sadness. I'd guess he leans more toward repressing both than underexpressing, so possibly 2-7-1, although 3-7-1, 2-7-9, and 3-7-9 may be possible.

After reading the descriptions of those types, I do think 2-7-1 ("The Teacher") is the best fit. Here's the description from Katherine Fauvre's website:

If you are a 127, you are diligent, caring, and innovative. You want to be ethical, empathetic, and inspired. Engaging, fun-loving, and outgoing, you want to be with people and be a part of what will make a difference. You seek fun with a purpose. You need to meet your goals and be responsible, but you also make sure there is time to play, celebrate, and enjoy life. You love discovering new things. You have a gift of being able to squeeze the boredom out of anything tedious.

Momiji is shown to be responsible and a hard worker (as with violin, plus he eventually goes on to lead his father's company), but I think he'll always be fun-loving at his core.

Momiji Sohma's MBTI

Just like Momiji's Enneagram, I think he's a great example of his MBTI.

E vs. I: Strongly E.

S vs. N: Moderately S.

T vs. F: Moderately F.

J vs. P: Strongly P.

Type Dynamics: Without working out what an ESFP's type dynamics are (since that's my most likely guess for Momiji), I see his Type Dynamics as Se Fi Te Ni.

Se: Momiji is always seeking out new experiences in an active, social way.

Fi: Momiji has a strong understanding of people, though he mostly keeps this to himself.

Te: Momiji can be goal-oriented and forward-looking. He's one who makes plans and executes them quickly (like the onsen and beach house trips).

Ni: Momiji does have a wealth of insight about other people.

Fi Ne Si Te is the type dynamic of ESFP! Woohoo!

Here's how the Myers & Briggs Foundation describes ESFP:

ESFP: Outgoing, friendly, and accepting. Exuberant lovers of life, people, and material comforts. Enjoy working with others to make things happen. Bring common sense and a realistic approach to their work and make work fun. Flexible and spontaneous, adapt readily to new people and environments. Learn best by trying a new skill with other people.

ESFPs are often referred to as The Performer or The Entertainer. I'm sensing a theme!

Having shared that Momiji and Yuki are the characters to whom I relate the most, I think it's interesting that they, as a 7 and a 4 respectively, represent where I go as a 1 when I'm healthy and unhealthy. I think this is why I sometimes feel like Yuki represents my inner world and Momiji my outer mask; I spend a lot of time with my melancholy and inner sadness, and I connected with how Yuki expressed that part of himself; meanwhile, I also connect with Momiji's sunny demeanor and his hidden pain, and I see in myself his desire for novelty and fun.

As an ENFJ who might actually be an INFJ, it's no wonder I connect with Yuki, an INFJ. We use the same four processes, just possibly in a different order. And I connect with Momiji's E-F qualities and the way he uses his sensing - Se is his Dominant process, and my Tertiary. I also think it's interesting that Momiji's Tritype of 1-2-7 includes my Enneeagram of 1 and my Wing of 2!

And I've commented before on how Kyo and Momiji are especially close. They are both in the Head center, Momiji's wing is Kyo's Enneagram of 6, and they share the first three letters of their MBTI (ESF). Of course, it's not necessary for two people to share MBTI or Enneagram designations to be close with each other, but I think there's something to be said for the ways their patterns of thinking and motivations overlap.

So, to summarize:

Enneagram: SX 7w6 (The Enthusiast/The Entertainer)

Tritype: 2-7-1 (The Teacher)

MBTI: ESFP (The Performer/The Entertainer)

What do you think? Did I get it right or wrong? I'd love to hear your thoughts!

Next up: Hatori!

Fruits Basket Personality Types: Enneagram | MBTI | Tohru | Akito | Kyo | Yuki | Haru | Kisa | Hatori | Ayame | Rin | Hiro | Ritsu | Kureno | Shigure | Kagura | Kazuma | Saki | Arisa | Machi | Kakeru | The Hondas | Kaibara Students

[greenerteacups]

miss ma’am gtc!!! may we pick your brain about:

- your five favorite harry potter characters

- your five least favorite harry potter characters

- five scenes from the harry potter books that altered your brain chemistry

- five scenes from the harry potter movies that altered your brain chemistry

thank you, i love u so much!!!

oh SO fun thank you for the question!!

(1) top five blorbos (in no particular order): 1. Hermione Granger (I lied about the order. She's first). She's SO. She exists at the perfect spot on the smart/stupid friendly/mean optimistic/pessimistic continuum, she's so rich. She changed me as a person when i was 11 years old and I would not be here without her, probably. The others, actually in no particular order, are: Draco Malfoy (sad little rich boy doomed by narrative but also the Narrative is social conditioning and he had free will the whole time, fucking gut-punch, mwah, the best of both kinds of tragedy) and Sirius Black (tasty, complex, brilliant rendering of a grown-up antihero who worked through his problems but still has Issues, arguably JKR's best character work in any book comes in Sirius in OOTP where he keeps comparing Harry to James, it's fucking heartbreaking). Also Remus and Ginny. (What if you forced yourself to get over your celebrity crush despite him Living With You basically 24/7 and then you became a popular confident athlete loved by all for being ferocious in defense of the vulnerable, then your celebrity crush fell head over heels for you anyway. what then?)

(2) least favorite blorbos. I think about these in the "opposite of love is indifference" type of way, because I love a character that I can hate. Like, Umbridge is awful, but I could, in theory, explain any given action that she takes by referencing her motivations and context. But I struggle with characters I don't understand, or worse, that I don't believe. Namely, Peter Pettigrew, whose betrayal kicks off the whole story to happen and is never explained. So you get all these Marauders fics where this cool, era-defining foursome is actually just The Marauder Trio Plus This Guy I Guess, but his betrayal would not have hurt these people like it did if he wasn't a dearly beloved friend. I don't like Peter because I don't believe in him, as a character. His past and his present don't match.

Same for Bellatrix, unfortunately, because although she's a cool concept, I have no idea what's under the hood in her cranium. How did the same family produce her and Andromeda? Who knows. Really sucks because she's the kind of girl who would my favorite in a different kind of story — love an evil bitch, my God — but she doesn't have the texture to get me there. Also, hot take, but Molly kind of bugs me: starting with Book 5, she gets pretty hard on Sirius (fairly! she is a parent trying to watch out for Harry, and Sirius is very much not!) but she's super unkind about it, and doesn't really try to sympathize with him at all. Plus she nags Remus about getting with Tonks, which I think is kind of out of bounds and also unrealistic for a woman who is the mother of a person Tonks's age to want, so it's just like, JKR wanted a Moral Authority to tell Remus to fuck a twenty-three year old, cool, sorry Molly, sucks that it had to be you.

Dumbledore frustrates me for similar reasons, there's just not enough flavor; the Grindelwald thing from the movies would have been great if it were handled better and also officially written into canon, because it turns Dumbledore's life into a magnificently cool You Must Become Evil To Defeat It arc. how wild would that be? Dumbledore steps out of public life in the 30's to deny himself the temptations of power but the War forces his hand, three times, first with Grindelwald and then twice with Voldemort and so — gradually, gradually, but surely — Dumbledore is made to take the power he so feared, made to accept honors and give advice to Ministers and eventually he's grooming children as soldiers and thinking this is fine, I can handle this, and then he's keeping secrets from his closest lieutenants and lying to the Ministry about his plans and he's still thinking I'm the only one who can handle this, and then by the time he realizes Harry has to die, maybe he doesn't hesitate. And maybe he's still technically morally in the right, and it's necessary, but — hey, anyone think about what Dumbledore was planning to do if Harry hadn't volunteered to die? But listen: it's for the greater good.

Because maybe he never really stopped thinking that way. Maybe you need a Greater Good Guy on your team, if you're not gonna get your ass beat, but that doesn't mean you should necessarily crown him. And maybe you're not the hero the wizarding world deserves, but you're the one it needs right now, and all his life Albus Dumbledore desperately wanted to be the hero but destiny made him the anti-villain. Anyway that was some cool fanfiction I just wrote. In the books he's an old dude who's never wrong and he likes socks.

[incarnadinedreams]

Your favorite jc's ship?

Honestly, I am not attached to any particular ship for him! I'm open to pretty much anything - I've joked that I'm an 'allcheng, anycheng, nocheng, whatevercheng' shipper before. I'm open to anything that makes our purple boy happy! (Or sad, but in a hot way.)

My answer also depends on the setting and how "serious" it's meant to be, if that makes sense? Also whether it's aiming to be fluffy/optimistic/sweet or dark, no thoughts only horny or a well-rounded romance, etc.

If we're talking "what do I think is the most realistic person for him to end up in a relationship with in a 'serious' post novel canon setting that is not a hot dumpster fire?" If anyone, I think it would be some unrelated OC/minor background person not actually named in the novel with minimal baggage/drama/involvement in past events, set long enough after the end of the novel that he's had some time to marinate and tenderize.

But I'm not particularly bothered by a ship needing to feel "canon-rooted"/"canon-plausible" (or for it to not be a dumpster fire) to enjoy fics or art or whatever! So I'm down for almost any pairing, I don't really have any notable NoTPs or limits, and if the setting is canon divergence or AU that obviously opens up a lot of possibilities.

And the fun thing about a fandom centered on a necromancer is that even being dead is not a major roadblock to post-canon shipping!

If I were more into the CQL/Untamed side of the fandom I would definitely be super into ChengQing, there's a lot about it that I think works well, but unfortunately as a mostly novel fan there's a lot less there to work with so a lot of times they're referencing CQL-only plot changes! (I haven't actually seen CQL just enjoyed gifsets and such and have some basic ideas of what the big plot changes are/that there is a comb involved somewhere, no hate to CQL though I think there were some very valid adaptational changes going on there!) But I do still enjoy ChengQing when I come across it anyway, especially the few darker novel-based versions of it floating around out there (though that's overall a rarer take on it).

Of the bigger/popular ships, the one with the most obvious dramatic energy/intensity straight out the box is ChengXian. So much room for angsty activities in that one whooooo boy!

Some ships do take a lot more to get me invested than others though. For example Xicheng is really popular and I can see the appeal, but for me to enjoy it there's just a lot of heavy lifting that has to go on to overcome their canon "Just Some Guy I Politely Chitchat With For No More Than Five Minutes at the Yearly Cultivation Conference" energy, if that makes sense? I can be convinced, it's just a long road from point A to point B for me to be hooked.

I also appreciate the potential of a lot of smaller or rarepairs with characters like Wen Ning, Qin Su, etc.

Crossovers are fun too. That Jar Jar Binks/Jiang Cheng smutfic is genuinely a masterpiece that brings me endless delight every time I remember it exists and I am not being sarcastic about that, it's so deranged and wonderful and makes me giggle just thinking about it.

Sorry this was probably the longest non-answer ever since I really don't have any very strong opinions!

(Also if the anon who sent me that ask an embarrassingly long time ago about fic recs that I still haven't answered is reading I am so sorry I am still trying to organize my bookmarks because I am The Worst and Least Organized I promise I haven't forgotten)

[stephanieromanoff]

Angel to wispy for the ask game 😘

Oh my 😂 okay

angel; do you have a nickname? I have several. Here people either call me Stephanie or Steph, and irl people call me Be, Beba or Betine.

awe; how old are you? 21.

bloop; spirit animal? I think it’s wolf.

blossom; favorite book/movie/song? Fav movie is Mamma Mia, book is Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo, and song currently is Lift Me Up by Rihanna.

blush; what was your stuffed animal as a child? A bear.

breeze; most precious childhood memory? The day my cousin (who I consider the sister I’ve always wanted to have) was born.

bubbles; do you have a best friend? I do, more than one.

buttercup; showers or baths? Showers.

butterfly; dream destination? Mexico.

buttons; are you religious or spiritual? No.

calm; favorite scent? Home.

candlelight; what did you dream about last night? I have no idea.

charming; have you ever been in love? I don’t think so.’

cozy; eye/hair color? My eyes are dark brown and my hair is currently ginger.

cupcake; favorite flower/plant? I don’t have one.

cute; what did you get on your last birthday? Alcohol and a card.

cutie pie; most precious item you own? My lesbian flag.

cutsie; what makes you happy? Being around people I like.

daisies; describe a moment when you felt free. When I traveled with my cousin.

daydream; how do you want to be remembered? As someone who made a difference.

daylight; favorite album of all time? I don’t have one.

dear; zodiac sign? Scorpio ♏️

delightful; concerts or museums? Concerts

dimples; have you ever written a letter? Yeah

dobby; dream job? Criminal psychologist

doll; how do you like to dress? Stylish and comfortable

dovey; any paranormal/magical experiences? No

dreams; do you want or have any tattoos? I do, 6

drizzle; do you believe in aliens? I believe there’s other beings around the universe

euphoric; talk about someone you love. One of my best friends. She’s been there for me since 7 grade and though we’re very different from each other she’s still like a sister to me

fairy; do you have a pet? I have 2 dogs

fluffy; ocean or mountain? Ocean

forever; where do you feel time stop? Idk

froglet; are you a good plant owner? I don’t really like plants lol

garden; how many languages do you know? 4

gem; who are your favorite tumblrs? You wifey

giggles; what is your aesthetic of choice? I don’t really have one

glittery; do you like anons? why/why not? I like when they’re polite

glow; list the top 5 things you like about yourself. I like my eyes, that I’m always on a good mood, I’m very optimistic, I like my hair and that I’m usually very calm

heart; silk or lace? Lace

honey; coffee or tea? how do you take it? Tea. No milk and no sugar.

hugsy; do you enjoy people watching or bird watching more? why? People watching ig, I’m not really into birds

hunnybunch; what sounds help you sleep? Rain

jewel; what's your favorite kind of weather? Not too hot or too cold and sunny (if I need to leave my house)

jiggly; what do you usually like to do on weekends? Watch movies or shows and hang out with friends

joy; do you laugh loudly or giggle more? I usually giggle

kinky; do you blush easily? Yeah because I’m pale af lol

kisses; what romantic cliché do you wish for most? Having a family with my future wife

kitty; what's your favorite time of the day? Afternoon

ladybug; what's your favorite artist to listen to when you're sad? I don’t have a preference on music when I’m sad

love; what is your favorite season and why? Spring because it’s more beautiful considering the flowers and stuff, and also because my birthday is on spring

lovey; what is your favorite flavor of macaron and ice cream? I don’t really eat macaron, but my favorite ice cream flavor is strawberry

magic; what are five flaws you have? I’m lazy, I procrastinate a lot, I can get angry very easily depending on the person I’m angry at, I get annoyed by people very easily as well and I don’t trust easily

moonlight; do you prefer soft pastels, warm neutrals, or cool darks? Cool darks

munchkin; what do you look for in your significant other? Loyalty and someone who is fun to be around

paddywack; how would you describe a perfect date? With someone I really like doing something I really like

pebbles; how do you spend free time by yourself? Listening to music

precious; what is something valuable that you learned in your life? I have to learn how to say “no” more often. It will definitely save me from uncomfortable situations.

pretty; do you like to cook or bake more? Bake

prince; how would vou describe vour handwriting? I feel like my handwriting is pretty if we’re comparing with kids handwritings, but too childish if we compare with adults

princess; do you play any instruments? if not, are there any you wish you could play? I used to play piano and guitar, and I wish I still played piano and learned how to play drums

prinky; how do you relieve stress? Listening to music

pumpkin; what is your favourite kind of fruit/ vegetable? My favorite fruit is strawberry and I don’t have a favorite vegetable

rainbow what was the last line of the last book you read? I don’t remember

roses; what is the most significant event in your life so far? My high school graduation

smile; what is one thing that has greatly affected you? Figuring out I’m a lesbian

shine; art or music? Music

shimmer; do animals tend to like you? Dogs yes

smitten; do you collect anything? Funko pops

smoochies; how many pillows do you sleep with? 2

snuggle; what is your favourite candy? Brigadeiro

snuggly; do you have a camera? if so, what kind? No

sparkle; do you wear jewelry? Earrings and sometimes a necklace

spooky; sunrise or sunset? Sunset

sprinkles; do you like to listen to music with headphones or no headphones? I prefer without headphones

starlight; what was your favourite show as a child? Wizards of Waverly Place

soft; describe your favourite spot in your house. My bedroom

soothe; digital or vinyl? Digital

squeezed; who do vou miss right now? My friends from uni

sugary; what traits do you value most in friends? The same I value in a romantic partner: loyalty and being fun

sunshine; do you prefer for things to be practical or aesthetically pleasing? Practical

sweet; do you find it easy to open up? It really depends on who I’m opening up to

sweetie; do you like kids? if so, do you ever want to have any? I love kids and I’d love to have some

thimble; is there somebody you look up to? who are they? My mom

toot; what is something you find unique about yourself? That I try to see the positive side of things in every situation

tootsie; what kind of friend are you? I’d say the clumsy one

treasure; what was something that made you smile today? Seeing my favorite cousin

velvet; are you an early bird or a night owl? Early bird

whiffle; if you could have a magical power, what would it be? Teleportation

whimsical; do you prefer doing stuff at home or going out? Doing stuff at home

whiskers; do you usually wear makeup? No

wiggly; are you a messy or tidy person? Tidy

wispy; do you like the place where you grew up? do you think you will live there when you get older? I don’t dislike it, and yeah I’d live here when I get older

Thank you for sending this, wifey 💚

[bloodwiine]

CHARACTER BASICS

Full Name: Ryland Shao Nickname: Rye Age: fifty-five Gender: demi man Pronouns: any Ethnicity: Native Hawaiian, Portuguese, English, Scottish, at least 1/16th Chinese, remote Dutch Nationality: British Education: Graduated secondary school and did attend some trade schools, before traveling some. Occupation: Farmer & Farm Owner Hometown: Bath, England Current location: JustPort Species: Human Written Aesthetics: debating philosophy with friends, reading shakespeare and jane austen, laying in a field of flowers on a warm day, leaving offerings for the fae & fresh picked lavender & mint.

trigger warning: n/a

CHARACTER APPEARANCE 

Face Claim: Keanu Reeves Height: 6'1" / 1.85 Hair Colour: dark brown Eye Colour: black Dominant Hand: left Distinguishing Features: tall & lean, dark hair, chiseled jaw, intense gaze, charming smile

SUPERNATURAL EXTRAS 

Abilities: n/a Have you always been aware of your abilities?: n/a Favorite Magical Items: Oh, not my own of course, but I definitely like some of those potions and salves that wixens brew up, I have one that helps with my calloused hands. What supernatural creature is your character most scared of?: I'd say werewolves, mostly because the idea of being bitten and having to turn into one and also repulsing my wife doesn't sound great. Who or what would they die for? Their family and all they care for, and believe in. Does your character fight or flee? They'd prefer not to fight, but if need be, they won't flee. Although they'd argue Lia is more of the fighter.

PERSONALITY

Positive Traits: kind, courageous, humorous, integrity, resilient, empathetic, optimistic

Negative Traits: stubborn, lacks confidence, reckless, indecisive, impatient & hot-tempered

Neutral Traits: ambivert, observant, practical, adaptable, curious & honest

Goals/desires: continue to expand the farm and its business, ensuring his family is well off, financial security, community involvement, explore, helping others

Fears: becoming a werewolf, failure, rejection, regret, losing loved ones

Hobbies: writing poetry, nail art, sewing, bread making, gardening, dancing & poker nights

Habits: active listener, mindfulness, environmental consicousness, overworking, perfectionism in regards to the farm, proclivity for gossip ( unintentionally )

CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT Q’S

your answers to these questions do not have to be in depth, though of course they can be! they’re just here to help you grasp your character a little more, as well as for me to get an understanding ! 

QUESTION ONE: were you born on the island, if so, what kind of curiosities do you have about the world beyond? if you weren’t, what do you miss about the world outside veritas isles? 

I wasn't. Of course I miss the life outside and the ability to travel when I'd like but I do also appreciate the simplicity of just working on and running a farm, not that it's easy, but it's a very straightforward life with my family.

QUESTION TWO: what is your favorite part about the island? 

Being with my loved ones, and having my own farm and helping keep the island running through that.

QUESTION THREE: if your character is supernatural, do they fear humans? if human, do they fear the supernatural? 

Somewhat, I'd be stupid if I didn't fear them in the slightest, I do think it's healthy to. I have however definitely learned more in regards to how to handle & practice caution around them.

QUESTION FOUR: share a fun headcanon or fact about your character! this doesn’t have to be long, just something to introduce us to your character! 

Though he's far from the first one to have a farm on the island, his is definitely on the side of being the largest and constantly working towards expansion. He's helped employe many, and believes everyone can find their place on the farm should they want to. He also has a tendency to take in other's that need a place.

ADDITIONAL HEADCANON

tba.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

people that work on the farm

a best friend or two

maybe an ex? bonus points if they're a bitter werewolf somehow?

[sharkneto]

Idk a song that reminds me of number (bc i think abt ur blorbo such a normal amount in my daily life) everytime i hear it is heartilation/people by ajj ((those are 2 separate songs btw hfjjfdh)). For the playlist thing idk if u were actually looking for suggestions LOL

Oooh, you understood the fucking assignment. They're like, a pre- and post-Rob and Sarah songs. The "God I love some people sometimes" from People is So Good. He does love some people sometimes! He love them a lot. And, just a Five thing in general, is that he doesn't like many Specific people, but he is a horrible optimist and that does include a general love for humanity as a whole.

I did end up making a playlist (HERE!), but I do want suggestions! (both for playlist music reasons and also ego reasons because it's fucking wild you guys think about my blorbos enough to have songs associated with them) It's fun!

[moonhoures]

so hot you’re hurting my feelings

pairing: sunghoon (enhypen) + reader (fem.)

genre: model!sunghoon, established / long distance relationship, fluff, mild angst, smut [ nsfw | mdni ]

warnings: 18+, explicit smut, minors do not interact, mentions of masturbation, biting, fingering, vaginal penetration, use of protection 👍🏻, small mention of dumbificafion

word count: ~3.4K

synopsis: your boyfriend has been across the country for work for almost a month, and the distance is getting to you. luckily, his business trip gets cut a little short! you’re reunited again, and 🎶 it feels so good 🎶 😉

a/n: this is heavily inspired by the lyrics of “so hot you’re hurting my feelings” by caroline polachek (a.k.a one of my fav songs ever) and i’ve wanted to write a fic like this for a while, so yeah! enjoy!💓

posted: july 3, 2022

“Okay, how many times are you going to check your phone?”

You pull your eyes away from the screen in your hand to meet those of your friend, Mina. She held out a half-filled plastic cup to you with an expectant look in her eyes, and you took it with a grateful expression.

“Sorry, it’s just . . . Sunghoon usually texts me every night before ten to tell me goodnight.”

Your friend nodded in understanding. She was aware of the situation with your boyfriend. You and Sunghoon had dated for just over a year when he dropped the news on you; he had to move across the country for a modeling gig. You were devastated, to say the least. The two of you had grown inseparable in the year you dated, and this was the first time you would be apart for more than just a couple days. But, he promised to talk to you as often as possible every day, and you promised to tough it out until he got back. One month couldn’t be too bad, right?

Well, it was. You knew that as early as five days in. Friday nights were usually your “mystery date nights” where you scrolled through a list of restaurants nearby and randomly chose one to eat at. It felt pointless to go out without him, so you heated up some leftovers and waited for him to call you. You were miserable. And there were still twenty-six days left . . .

“I’m sure he’s just working late or something,”

she shrugged with an optimistic tone to her voice, “Um, do you want anything from the snack table?”

Oh, right. You almost forgot that you were at a party. It was easy to do that when your mind was elsewhere, drifting to memories of your boyfriend who was hundreds of miles away from you. You wondered if he found it hard to sleep alone just as you did. If he spoke out loud to you before realizing you weren’t there just as you did. If he missed you just as you much as you missed him . . .

“No, I’m fine.”

“Okay, I’ll be back in a few,” Mina assured you before disappearing into the cloud of unfamiliar faces before you. You finally took a moment to take in the scene of smiling, dancing people when your phone buzzed in your hand. You nearly dropped it from how quickly you turned it, facing the screen. There it was, your favorite name followed by his signature emoji.

sunghoon ❄️ sent 1 message

A quick swipe of your thumb across your screen displayed your boyfriend’s message to you, effectively making your heart swell.

sunghoon ❄️: hi baby, sorry for taking so long. got held up at work. wyd?

you: hey! it’s okay, and you wouldn’t believe me if i told you where i was lol

sunghoon ❄️: oh? 👀

you: i’m at a party. mina dragged me here

sunghoon ❄️: sounds about right haha are you having fun at least?

you: honestly? no. i wish you were here :(

sunghoon ❄️: i know, baby, but i’ll be home soon. just a few more days

you: 6 right?

sunghoon ❄️: that’s right 😄 so what time will you get home?

you: idk but i don’t plan on staying here much longer

sunghoon ❄️: okay well text me when you get home safe

you: i will

sunghoon ❄️: would you like to see some pics from my shoot yesterday? would those make you feel a bit better?

You knew they wouldn’t. They would just make you miss him even more and cause your heart to hurt more than it already did. But you told him yes anyways, because you knew how excited he got to show you his shoots. He took so much pride in his work—you did, too—but seeing his pictures now made you feel like a child being teased with candy they would never get. You didn’t want pictures. You wanted the real thing. You wanted to hold him in your arms and feel his heartbeat from beneath his chest. You wanted to press kisses against the moles on his pretty face.

sunghoon ❄️ sent 5 images

His seemingly flawless physique, dressed to the nines in themed outfits in front of a gray backdrop, made your heart sink. And just when you thought it couldn’t get worse, a familiar song started playing. It was one you had grown to love because it was a song that Sunghoon liked and played for you on one of your first dates. It wasn’t a love song in terms of the lyrics, but it had a bright vibe that Sunghoon liked and associated with you. So it became you guys’s song. And it was playing at a time when you missed him the most, giving you even more reason to want to go home.

Before you could notice and stop yourself, a tear dropped from the corner of your eye and down your cheek. You sniffled softly, shuffling through the pictures, admiring his beauty. The pictures were amazing, but they did little to quell the ache in your chest. The yearning you felt for him. So you locked your phone, wiped your cheek, and set out to find Mina to let her know you were going home.

Getting ready for bed with Sunghoon was one of your favorite parts of your day. You had a routine. You took your shower, then got everything ready for his. After he took his shower, he set out all of your skincare for you. You two brushed your teeth and did skincare together, sharing glances and smiles in the mirror before heading to bed. But without him, your night routine felt like a chore rather than something you looked forward to.

Nevertheless, you went through with a shower, brushing your teeth, and doing your skin care before slipping into bed. Your big, cold, empty bed. You sighed as you picked up your phone and texted Sunghoon again, letting him know you were going to sleep. He didn’t text back as soon as he usually did, so you figured he might have fallen asleep already. With a heavy heart, you held his pillow—which thankfully still smelt like him—in your arms and curled up to sleep.

You weren’t asleep for longer than an hour or two before you were awoken by a faint noise. In a groggy state, you looked up at the bedroom door, but it was closed and there was no sign of intrusion. You waited for another noise, but it never came, so you laid back down to sleep. As your eyes closed again, you heard another noise. The door was opening.

You shot up, turning on the lamp to get a better look at the intruder. Only it wasn’t an intruder.

“Sunghoon? You came home early?” your voice cracked from the lack of sleep and the tears you were choking back.

Your boyfriend set down his bags by the door, his silver hair tousled after he removed the hat he was wearing. He flashed an empathetic smile, the same smile that stole your heart over a year ago, “Yeah, the shoot I sent you was our last one. Our schedule went by quicker than they expected, so they sent us home. I was going to tell you, but I decided I wanted to surprise you.”

You maneuvered yourself to sit on your knees at the edge of the bed as he made his way to you. Honestly, you were upset he didn’t tell you he was coming home, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to get mad at him. He was here, and that’s all that mattered. You held out your arms for him, and he completed the embrace. His arms wound around your waist, pulling you against him as your arms circled his broad shoulders. You held him tighter than you ever had before, as if he would leave again if you let go.

“I’m sorry for waking you,” his voice was muffled into your shoulder.

“Don’t be. I’m just glad you’re finally home,” you pulled away only to take his cheeks in your hands, getting a good look at the face you had only seen in pictures for the past month. It was so much better in person. Sunghoon leaned

forward, placing a tender kiss to your lips. It was supposed to be a quick, sweet kiss, one that let you know he was also glad to be home with you. But it quickly turned into a fervent, desperate exchange of unspoken words, detailing your need for each other.

His gentle hands on your waist became authoritative, moving you as he wanted. Your hand went from his shoulder to the nape of his neck, threading into the hair there—it was longer than you remembered. He hummed with satisfaction against your lips as his grip on your hips nudged you back. You took his cue, falling back onto the sheets as he tugged his hoodie over his lean frame along with his t-shirt. His chest was still slightly muscular, showing that he had still kept up his weekly work outs. You admired his physique like this, without the ornate and flamboyant outfits he was made to wear during his photoshoots.

Once he was stripped down to his underwear, he joined you on the bed, his knees in the space between your own. You were still sat up, your face level with his chest while your eyes looked up into his. His hands took the bottom of your shirt, swiftly removing it with your help as you raised your arms. In seconds, he was shyly smiling at the sight of your chest. He captured your lips in a fiery entanglement again as he carefully got you onto your back. His nimble fingers traveled over your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake along your shoulders, breasts, stomach, before arriving at the hem of your shorts.

Your hands met his there, and you took it upon yourself to pull the garment off along with your underwear. Now you were bare for him, just waiting for him to make the next move. His eyes drank in your body, remembering all of the other times he had seen it. He still memorized all of the places that he had left marks before, but they were all gone. That was fine, though, because that just meant you were a blank canvas for him now. His fingertips skimmed over your knees, down your thighs, making you shiver, making him chuckle.

“Sensitive?”

You nodded, your breath quickening with anticipation.

“I know, it’s been too long,” he spoke softly as he leaned down to press another kiss to your lips. You gasped into his mouth as his cold fingers traced the warm outline of your cunt, making your thighs press together. He easily pushed them apart again, getting closer to you as he dipped two of his fingers between your folds. You weren’t wet enough yet, but it wouldn’t take long for you to get there. His lips left yours, teeth tugging your lower lip before his nose nudged your own. Your shaky breaths fanned over his sly smile, “Did you miss me?”

You groaned before you could answer properly; his fingers found your clit, “Mhm.”

“Yeah? How much?”

“So much, Hoon,” you pouted, teary eyes meeting his dreamy ones, “Twenty five days is

way too long.”

“You counted?” he laughed, breaking his sultry exterior momentarily.

“Of course I did.”

“You’re cute,” he grinned, his canines flashing under his curved lips.

“Please don’t ever leave for that long again,” you begged, hands on his chest. He kissed your cheek sweetly.

“I hope I don’t have to. But if I do, maybe you could come with me,” he said, “Then we won’t have to wait so long for moments like this, yeah?”

As he spoke, his fingers slipped slowly into you. He watched as your eyes fluttered shut, your pillowy lips opened, and your body melted into the mattress. When his knuckles met your skin, he pulled them back and thrusted them in again, building a shallow pace. While he prepped you, he took in all the sounds you made for him. Each one inflated his ego a bit more. He loved knowing how good he made you feel.

He tried to ignore the pulsing erection in his boxers while he fingered you, distracting the both of you with kisses on your collarbones and neck. Panted breaths and small moans left your parted lips while your body writhed under his touch. You had been waiting for this for almost a month, several nights spent trying to pleasure yourself with the thought of him to unsatisfying results. You grew so accustomed to him that it felt like he was the only one who knew your body, even more so than yourself.

“Fuck,” you whined as his fingers seemed to reach even deeper than before, curling into your warmth, “Missed you so much.”

“I know, baby,” he cooed against your ear, lips leaving searing sensations against it, “Did you use your toys for me?”

“Yes,” your voice felt strangled from how good his fingers felt between your legs. Your arousal was leaking out onto yours and his heated skin as well as the sheets underneath you, “Nothing felt as good as you.”

“You could’ve called me. Or FaceTimed me. I could’ve walked you through it,” he whispered, holding back a smirk when he pulled his fingers out of you and you whimpered.

“No, that would’ve just made me feel worse. I wanted you to touch me,” you said, watching with half-lidded eyes as he finally tugged off his boxers. His large hand wrapped around his length, feeling the blood rushing to it as he looked at you, laying in front of him with your spread legs and heaving breasts. Like you, he was aching for him to be inside of you. He reminded you about protection, and you swore you had never moved so fast before. You leaned over towards his of the bed, quickly pulling open the drawer and fishing for the box of Durexs he kept in there. He watched in amusement, lazily pumping his cock while you opened and unfurled a condom wrapper for him.

In just a minute he was sheathed in the rubber, using his hand to stroke the head of his cock between your wet lips. You were practically mewling for him, legs restless on either side of him as you begged him to fuck you. His eyes stayed trained on your cunt where every inch of him disappeared into you. He let out a low growl, head falling back in pleasure as he bottomed out. His breath wavered when you clenched around him, hips bucking up against his own. You needed him to move, you couldn’t take this anymore.

“Hoon, please,” you cried, hands grabbing at his toned arms. Your fingertips dug into his pale flesh, leaving bright white prints in his skin. He nodded, letting you know he heard you. Honestly, he just needed a moment to take it all in. Your heat. Your twitching. Your essence. It was almost too much for him already, and he had just started.

Sweat was beading at the edge of his hairline and on his back as he started a slow, sensual pace. Your grip on his forearm never lessened as he thrusted in and out of you, his breath ghosting over your chest as his head hung in front of you. His hands buried themselves in the sheets beside you, twisting the fabric between his knuckles as he grounded himself between your thighs. Your skin felt slick against his as you pulled him unbelievably closer.

You kissed his collarbones, taking in the sweet smell of his cologne. It smelled so much better on his skin than it did on his pillowcase. You hummed as you took in the fragrance, skimming your nose along his neck. You felt him tense under your fingers; you were tickling him. You smiled into the divot just below his neck, but a moan disrupted you when he jerked his hips a little forcefully into yours.

“You feel so good,” he grunted, leaning into you. You felt his soft lips on your clavicle before his sharp teeth pinched it, teasing you. His lips traveled to the other side of your neck, kissing up to your jaw, then your cheek, “You’re so pretty when you’re under me, you know that?”

You groaned in response, feeling yourself growing wetter. You could hear it too, and so could Sunghoon. With every rhythmic sway, his cock caused your pussy to squelch, your juices flowing out and onto him. You knew your sheets were soiled now, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. You just wanted him to make you cum, to hell with anything else.

“You still with me, gorgeous?” he asked, hand

reaching up to caress your cheek. He pulled back to look you in the eyes. His dark brown eyes softened when they met your lust-filled irises. Your head indolently nodded in affirmation, a small smile on your lips.

“Did I fuck you dumb?” he joked, relentlessly pounding into you. His pace was getting sloppy and erratic as he felt himself getting closer to release.

“Wanna cum,” you muttered. Despite how desperately you wanted to orgasm, you could feel your body slowly losing energy. Sunghoon always teased you for being a pillow princess because he was usually the one putting in the work while you took whatever he gave you. It was times like this that solidified that, not that either of you minded. It was just your dynamic, and you both liked it this way.

“You will, baby, don’t worry.”

Almost instantly he was pressing his lips to yours, his soft tongue massaging your own while his thrusts became deeper, deliberate. The sound of his and your bated breaths mixed with the smacking of your skin and filled the silent room. His name left your mouth in a whine, and your back arched when you felt him cum into the condom inside of you.

He sat back on his knees, his thighs pressed up against the back of yours as he ground into your center with purpose. He groaned when you clenched around him again, and he realized you still needed to cum. So after a few seconds of recuperating, he shallowly thrusted again, his cock nudging your slick, pulsing walls.

“What do you want, baby?” he asked, his veiny hand snaking up to the side of your neck. His thumb caressed the column of your throat as his eyes bored into your own, “Wanna cum on my dick? Tongue? Fingers? Speak to me.”

“Don’t care,” you shook your head and spoke exasperatedly, “Just wanna cum.”

He laughed softly, biting his lip as he watched you dumbly hump him. You whimpered and moaned, hips rutting against him until you felt a tense sensation traveling to your lower stomach. It swelled in your womb and more of your essence flowed as you came, his thrusts keeping a steady pace. It was all you needed to finish, and you were left with spasming thighs and a tender cunt as you became limp underneath him.

Your body felt as if it was buzzing in the aftermath. Sunghoon’s body ached and trickled with sweat; it built up a little on his cupid’s bow and slipped down his temples onto his cheek. Your own skin was covered in a slick film of perspiration, but that didn’t stop your boyfriend from kissing it wherever he could reach.

You felt empty as he pulled out of you and left to dispose of the used condom. He returned with a washcloth to help clean you up, and then he lied beside you. Instantly, you were cuddling into his side, and he was welcoming your embrace. He praised you for being so good for him and apologized again for keeping you waiting for him for so long.

“It’s fine, I understand that it’s your job to travel. I just get lonely here without you,” you said, cheek pressed against his ribcage as your fingertips skated slowly over the expanse of his bare chest. It tickled a bit, but Sunghoon let you do it because he knew it relaxed you.

“Yeah, it was lonely in my little suite without you too. I missed our Friday dates,” you smiled through a yawn, and your boyfriend chuckled, “And on that note, I think we should get some sleep.”

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[genshinlover101]

Helo,it is okay if I ask angst for (Jean,Ganyu and Ayaka) where their S/O is a very cheerful and optimistic person . But one day they gone missing for about 4/5 years . Many people think their S/O is already dead,but they keep waiting for their S/O,ignore about what other people say .

One day,their S/O coming back and pretend nothing happen when they ask them. Beside that,their personality also change from a cheerful person to hot-headed/cold person. How did they react to their S/O drastic change ?

Her Reaction to Your Disappearance

Characters: Jean, Ganyu, Ayaka x gn!reader

Warnings: none

A/n: hihi, I think this concept is super cool ! 

I know I gave a lot of love in terms of length to Jean, but all these girls I feel have a similar personality, and I didn’t want to get repetitive so I hope this is okay <3

• The first month you went missing she would personally oversee all missions involved with your search. After that she knew as the Acting Grand Master she couldn’t afford to go looking for you because of her dedication to Mondstadt. Although, she never fully gave up hope regardless of how many people told her you were gone for good.

• When you suddenly reappeared in Mondstadt Jean couldn’t believe her eyes. She’d probably assume it was a miracle from Barbatos himself. She’d finally take a break from her duties and spend a full week with you. She’d first be concerned about your wellbeing, then about your whereabouts these past years, and finally her relationship with you.

• Jean noticed almost immediately the vast difference in your personality. She thought it was somewhat suspicious, and even though she didn’t want to pry into what happened, she’d have to find out eventually. If you still refused to tell her, she’d be forced to begrudgingly relocate you to another facility for the safety of Mondstadt.

You were transferred upon Jean’s orders to an abandoned cabin in Whispering Woods, that way you were outside of Mondstadt, but close enough to be watched. As much as she hated seeing you being treated this way, her loyalty to Mondstadt was much stronger, especially since you had been missing for the past five years.

You were snapped out of your trance when you heard a firm knock on the doors. “Come in,” you said, assuming it was your girlfriend. She had been visiting you during her spare time, even though she was suspicious of you it didn’t dismiss the fact that she loved you. She wiped her shoes on your ‘welcome’ rug and stopped a moment to analyze the inside of your small home. 

“This isn’t very flattering is it?” She asked with a sigh. You didn’t reply, only glancing at her. Your silence saddened her greatly, whatever broke your spirits or caused you to lose that glow you used to have must’ve been extremely traumatic. She almost felt like you were a completely different person, you looked the same, but it wasn’t the person Jean had fallen so hard for. “Say I’ll cook your favorite meal, will that brighten the mood in here?”

She began to make her way to the kitchen, dropping a bag of groceries on the counter. “See I even got the ingredients,” she took her jacket off and rolled up her sleeves, only to pause for a moment. “Wait a minute, is this even your favorite dish anymore? My apologies I hadn’t even thought about that till now,” She expected you to say something. Anything. 

Yet again nothing but silence, “I see...” Her tone was timid and you could tell she was giving up hope for you ever so slightly. “Whatever the case is I’m sure you’ll still fancy my cooking. When you were away I’d cook this meal whenever I missed you, I’ve even spiced things up to my liking. Give it a try, will you?” She smiled at you, but you could tell it was fake.

• When you first went missing Ganyu would wander Liyue aimlessly. There wasn’t even a lead on your location. As the Secretary of the Liyue Qixing, she only had to power to put up commissions for the adventures guild to find you. Eventually,  adventurers stopped taking them despite their hefty rewards, all because they pitied, convinced you were dead.

• When you suddenly reappeared people thought you were a ghost to haunt Liyue for giving up on you. But Ganyu knew you were very much alive, she managed to convince Ningguang and Keqing to pick up her shifts while she spent a week with you.

• However she could tell you weren’t necessarily the same person. Not only did your personality change, but whatever happened while you were missing was a complete mystery. However she was bound by contract to protect Liyue, she had to suspect you regardless of your obvious trauma.

Ganyu managed to convince the Liyue Qixing you weren’t a threat but did she believe that herself? She only had success because she said if you were to put Liyue in danger, she would take full responsibility. That meant if you were to be banished at that very moment, she too would follow you in exile. You were touched by Ganyu’s earnest loyalty to you, you remembered how much she cared for Liyue and for her to jeopardize centuries upon centuries of work for you?

You cooked Ganyu a warm whole-grained meal just how she liked it, five years ago at least. It was the least you could do for her after offering you her home. Regardless of having such a loving relationship before, things felt awkward between you two. “Ah- thank you,” Ganyu said shyly after you placed her plate down in front of her.

“You know it’s nice, when you left I was alone again, nobody in Liyue even bothered to look my way.” She fiddled with her food, her fork circling a specific bite she isolated. “But now I can eat nice warm meals with you like before,” she smiled.

You didn’t smile back, you couldn’t. After your return, everything just felt wrong. Like something was out of place or something, your reuniting with everyone from the past didn’t suddenly cure anything. But at least you had Ganyu, you just wished you could give her an explanation for your change in behavior. “Right,” you said still agreeing anyway to not cause any further problems for Ganyu.

“You know if something is the matter you can tell me right?” She said. Although she was such a timid girl from your memory, she matured a lot since you last saw her. “I don’t want our prior distance to become a problem. Even though the others can’t trust you, I’ll always be on your side,” she reached for your hand across the table, giving you a hopeful smile.

• It was easier for Ayaka to go searching for you, she had Ayato to support her and take up extra work so that she could find you. It wasn’t any problem as he thought you suited Ayaka very well. However, after a month, he grew tired and forced Ayaka to take responsibility and accept your death.

• When you magically reappeared in the Kamisato Estate everyone thought it was some cruel prank. Including Ayaka, she was almost in denial that you were alive after five years of separation. She would take another break in order to confirm that you were indeed standing in front of her.

• It didn’t take a rocket scientist to tell you were a different person. Maybe not physically, but emotionally and mentally you were completely different. She still tried to love you, she couldn’t just let you go after getting what she’s wanted for so long.

Ayaka held your hand tightly as she walked with you through Chinju Forest, explaining everything that had changed over the years. “You know Ayato looked for you too when I was busy, we all really missed you. But because of the other tri-commissions, they forced us to drop the case...” She grew somber. “I wanted to apologize for that,” her hand gripping even tighter than before.

You could tell Ayaka was very passionate about you even after the years of distance. You knew she had issues ever since her parents passed away, and to lose you too was probably traumatic for her, “I’m sorry,” you said. Although there was no emotion behind it, Ayaka could tell you meant it.

“No no it’s not your fault, I’m sure you had your own reasons for leaving for so long,” Her voice was trembling, despite her maturity in age she still seemed like the Ayaka in the past. “I just wonder what had happened to you all those years, I get it you don’t want to tell me and that’s okay. But I can’t help myself but wonder. I mean you used to be so cheerful, but now you seem pained.

You didn’t try to hide the obvious differences in you, but it sucked bringing up your past. You wanted to offer some sort of explanation but you just couldn’t, not because of trauma but because you felt it was needless to explain. “I’m sorry Ayaka, I cannot tell you.” You said.

“That’s what I was afraid of,” She murmured. Her eyes were downcast and she looked as if someone had betrayed her, but nevertheless, she didn’t give up on you, she knew you were somewhere deep in the shell of your physical body. “Regardless you’re still very precious to me, I waited for you night after night, and I prayed you’d be okay. Now you’re here, I don’t plan on doing anything practical and giving up so easily,” Even though she said it to you, it was almost like it was a promise to herself. 

[fvrxdrm]

5 Times

Pairing: Damnation!Leon Kennedy x Reader

Warning(s): None

*****

4 times Leon didn't confess his love and 1 time he did.

One

It was the giggles that sailed upon your boat, the laughter, the smiles. You both saw the funny in everything and that was your bond. You could be serious too; you loved deeply of others more than what was generally accepted. So you guessed the humor was how you let out the tension that kind of love brings. In those silly moments you were perfect, and they were the sweetness you needed in rough times. That's what friends do, right? It's the love that makes doors in emotional brick walls, the love that makes everything possible.

That's what Leon always thought. It was so cordial and unique in a way that he felt like what he valued so much was somehow outlandish and alien. He couldn't distinguish what comes out of him whenever you were with him and every tingle that raises hills on his skin was a puzzle he was unable to solve.

"I'll see you around," you mumbled against his chest.

"Yep." Leon unwrapped his arms around you albeit slowly, reluctant for some reason, and smiled through his pursed lips. "I'll see you around."

He watched as you wended your way from his house and into your home, a teasing tug pulling his lips at the ghost of your own against his cheek.

Two

Under the dim lights and the colorful ornamentations, your raiment sparkled against the gleam, catching the eye of many guests, predominantly Leon. You looked like a princess wearing a headband that imitated a crown, a top and a pair of pants embellished with a winking glint that could be mistaken as diamonds from afar, and heeled leather boots that comically made you look tall. Your hair was in a loose and messy braid with a few strands hanging just beside your face and a light chain that twisted along your H/L H/C locks.

Leon was in awe, no doubt. His focus was glued to your appearance. Even when his friends were making random conversations with him, he found it unbearably hard to keep his icy blues away from you.

"You should just ask her out, you know. You've been staring at her with heart eyes the entire night," Chris spoke as he followed the trail of Leon's gaze towards you.

Leon broke away from his stupor and shook his head at the man's voice, his blood rushing towards his neck and face.

"What? No, no. You're mistaken. I-I don't like her like that."

"You sure? Last time we were drunk you were yelling about how much you love her right into my ear."

"We were drunk, Chris."

"And? What's that saying again? A drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts?" Chris simpered as Leon's eyes widened in surprise.

"What? Th-that's not true!" He denied.

"Mhm, sure. Anyway, my girlfriend's probably looking for me now," the taller and bulkier man said. "At least ask her to dance."

As Chris' footsteps faded away into the beat of the music, Leon thought about what he had said.

Did he actually like her, or was it just something he was confusing himself with? Either way, you were still a treasured dear to him and whether or not his heart was romantically beating for you, he would still value you the same, although he would probably be a bit clingier if you did end up together.

For now, he'll just ask you for a dance, go with the flow, and see what happens.

Three

The night rode in on a horse of pure midnight velvet, beckoned by the stars under the glow of a full moon. As the colors of the day rested, perhaps dreamt of the morrow, the forest became its monochrome beauty, darkened greens and golds that made an ever-changing, ever-present puzzle, question and answer united.

Fire danced beside you as you and Leon laid against under the constellation of stars and talked the night away, smiling and laughing at every jest that was told.

It felt pleasant to be in his arms and he felt warmth as a wild heart beat in his bars.

"This one," you began, leading his fingers towards a raised and silvery part of your skin, "I got this when I was younger. I got stabbed by a pencil."

"A pencil?"

"Yeah. My friend and I got into a fight and it was buried, like, 3-fucking-inches inside of me. And holy shit, my teacher didn't fucking notice it while I was bleeding profusely. I was leaking hamburger helper!"

Leon busted a gut and pulled you towards him even more as he shook in laughter.

You went on and on about the most absurd things that had happen during your childhood until you lost all energy and eventually fell asleep in Leon's arms.

You looked peaceful, he thought. Your face was so serene as if nothing had really affected you in any way. The world was cruel, but you only sought for the brighter side and stood along it with your back turned to the hell it truly bore. Your lips were parted lightly, and hair just a tad bit messy from all the exaggerated movements you'd done while telling your stories and tossing your head back while laughing. A part of your skin was showing as your top rode up, and he couldn't the blush that crawled up to his face when realized his hand was rested on that patch of skin.

He smiled.

Maybe he did like you, or love you. If his admiration wasn't enough, then his heart reassured him.

Four

"Oh, fuck!"

You swam away from Leon as fast as your arms and legs could fight against the water as he chased you, muscles and quads aiding him. Compared to you, he was more skilled in this type of stuff while you had chicken legs with barely anything of assistance. So it was no surprise when he caught up to you with spider hands and wrapped his arms around your waist. He tickled your stomach, the bareness of it making the stimulation all the more patent and making you guffaw while squirming in his arms.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry!" You cried in between laughter. You turned around to face him when you felt his hands making a stop against the side of torso and looked at the wonders of his eyes steadily and intensely.

You didn't notice it, but Leon's breath hitched at the proximity of your faces, the hot air that flew out of your nose hitting the droplets on his face. You were in a daze. Both of you. It felt so intimate and bona fide that for a second that was your only reality.

Your fingers trailed up his chest, neck, and finally his cheek, and for a moment, your hand was still on his face with only your thumb moving to stroke the scar that was stripped away from his hair. Leon furrowed his brows. The inside of your lip was lightly bitten as you thought about your next action for a moment. But decided that fuck it, life is short. If he felt the same way than congrats! But if he didn't, well, it's either he'll pull away or kiss back with no purpose. And hey, what's the matter with making out with your best friend?

And so, you drew a bit closer, albeit rather slowly in case Leon wanted to pull away. But seeing as he was copying your motions, you saw his intention and pressed your lips against his in a shy lip-lock.

Five

Leon tugged on his tie as he looked at the people dancing around inside of the venue, his heart doing a little dance of its own when he saw you smiling with the crowd.

He blew a sigh, the breeze intertwining with the air. He could see the party from the balcony: flashes of different color schemes, the swaying of dresses as the women moved, the chattering of people as they drank the glasses of champagne. He couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe this was all about you and him; two souls entwined by love.

"I see you didn't invite me," a sultry and velvety voice said from beside him. He knew who it was and it didn't faze him anymore to see her appearing uninvited as she always did.

"What are you doing here, Ada?"

"What, I can't go see two of my favorite people anymore?"

"Well, it always ended in a mess, anyway, so what's the point." Ada chuckled in response and leaned back against the railing, the smile her giggling left still ghosting on her face. It was all jokes, fun, and games to her for a moment until she turned serious and gazed at you from a distance where you couldn't notice.

"Take care of each other, Leon. You both are worth more than what you give yourselves credit for," she muttered. "I wish I could've given her the life you're giving to her now. But I can't, and I'll remain like this until I die."

In the depths of her mind, Ada reminisced on the time when she was in Leon's position. She gave the love you needed and wanted, and cared for you in so many ways. But she was a mercenary, a wanted one at that, and she knew that one day, everything would be thrown into a void or burned until it turned to ashes. So, she broke what you had off and handed you to Leon where he could give you a better life.

Leon couldn't say anything. It seemed rude and odd but he remembered when you knocked on his door, drenched in rain water and sobbing everything from your chest. It hurt to see you like that. And so, he promised. He promised to be the best husband he could ever be and shower you with everything he could give you.

"Leon!" Your voice rang out as you ran towards him with a wide smile on your face, startling the both of them.

Leon turned towards where Ada stood but saw that she was gone as if she was nothing but an apparition that was made by his mind.

He was befuddled for a moment, pondering about his encounter with the woman, but found his heart racing as you came closer to him.

What transpired was long forgotten and all the world could see how Leon mimicked the smile that defined the joy you brought to him. He was just happy to share such a beautiful moment with you and he optimistically wondered about what was ahead of you.

He pulled you towards him and spun you around as he battered your face with kisses, whispering 'I love you's and so many more sweet nothings against your cheeks while you laughed in his arms.

Hidden within the shadows was the raven-haired woman, imitating their smiles as she watched the intimacy from afar. She felt like her mission was done and although it hurt, she was thankful for what she'd done. Leon was going to give you the life you deserved and he was going to fill the holes she'd left.

*****

This was rushed. Lol. And I'm using my phone. How was it tho?

This was the outfit I had in mind. Feel free to change it though.

[takerfoxx]

What Your Favorite Puella Magi Madoka Magica Ship Says About You

Inspired by DoubleCa5t's series, and since we're probably going to get an official video sooner or later, I'm putting my version out while I can.

Also, this is all in good fun, so don't take any teasing seriously.

...

MadoHomu (Madoka X Homura)

You are a firm believe in the inherent eroticism of this image.

You have episode ten memorized.

You have a very specific emotional reaction to “Time After Time” by Cyndi Lauper.

You have severe problems with The Rebellion Story, particularly in how it upended the optimistic note that the original series ended on and recontextualized Homura’s devotion to Madoka as something unhealthy and even toxic, but you still can’t bring yourself to reject the movie entirely, because at the end of the day, even you have to admit that damn, that dress.

The phrase, “X character did nothing wrong” pops up a lot in your internet discourse.

You ship CatraDora.

KyouSaya (Kyouko X Sayaka)

You’re always a sucker for how the dynamic of Enemies to Lovers shifts from antagonism to devotion without losing its obsessive intensity.

Your ideal date can best be summed up as Be Gay, Do Crimes…after which you have to call your responsible friend to come bail both of you out.

You know that important stuff happens after episode nine, but to be quite frank, at that point you were too emotionally traumatized to get invested and were only watching out of a feeling of obligation.

You were uncharacteristically smug after watching The Rebellion Story despite what disproportionately little screentime your ship received.

You also ship CatraDora.

MadoSaya (Madoka X Sayaka)

You don’t understand what all the fuss is about when it comes to Enemies to Lovers when there’s a perfectly good Friends to Lovers right there.

This is the same joke as the first part of MadoHomu, but with the Hot Topic switched out for a Footlocker.

You lost your mind on 4chan over Persephone’s Waltz on more than one occasion and for more than one reason (hey, ErinPtah!).

KyouMami (Kyouko X Mami)

You read A Different Story, and probably listened to that one audio drama.

You’re a firm believer in the inherent eroticism of exes that still long for one another.

You feel that a lot of the issues that both these characters struggle with stem from how messy their falling out was, and had Mami been more supportive and Kyouko not abandoned her after the death of Kyouko’s family, a whole lot of grief could have been avoided.

MamiSaya (Mami X Sayaka)

Your ideal date is getting sempai to notice you.

You have gotten into at least one altercation with Anticrack-Kun.

MadoMami (Madoka X Mami)

Your ideal date is getting kouhai to notice you.

You’re just here for some girls being friends, gals being pals.

MamiNagi (Mami X Nagisa)

You were already shipping Mami with the human form of Charlotte before The Rebellion Story came out, and even afterward you’re still unwilling to let go despite how uncomfortable it makes you now, to the point where “Aged Up Characters” is a regular tag in your ao3 searches.

Either that, or…

HomuMami (Homura X Mami)

You’re a firm believer in the inherent eroticism of passive-aggressiveness.

You were tilting your head in a particular manner during that scene where Mami ties up Homura, and feel that how it ended was a real missed opportunity.

You had to pause The Rebellion Story for about five minutes after the gunfight, and after you continued you shouted, “Goddamn it, Sayaka!” out loud.

HomuSaya (Homura X Sayaka)

This is the same joke as the first part of MadoHomu, but with the Sanrio switched out for a Footlocker.

Your favorite ao3 tag is “Hatesex.”

KyouHomu (Kyouko X Homura)

You know what's better than one edgy badass girl with a tragic past? Two edgy badass girls with a tragic past.

You felt that both these characters spent too much energy pursuing someone that just weren't into them as they were, and would better off settling with someone on more equal footing.

You are a firm believer in the inherent eroticism of game recognizing game.

You really wish that they reached that ramen shop in the movie.

KyouMado (Kyouko X Madoka)

Your favorite highschool relationship dynamic is edgy delinquent/ray of sunshine.

You are a firm believer in the inherent eroticism of “gap moe.”

HitoSuke (Hitomi X Kyousuke)

You feel that these two characters get way too much hate, and everything that happened wasn’t their fault. Like, come on, guys. How could they have known that their teenaged relationship drama would be exploited by a race of emotionless alien groomers?

Your main priority is keeping things canon…and you don’t have a whole lot else to work with.

HitoSaya (Hitomi X Sayaka)

You feel that the most effective way of resolving a love triangle is eliminating the heterosexual options.

You feel that when Hitomi declared, “Girls can’t love girls!”, Sayaka’s reaction ought to have been, “Challenged accepted.”

SayaSuke (Sayaka X Kyousuke)

You just want good things for Sayaka, but only in a first four episodes kind of way.

You are heterosexual.

SayaHitoSuke (Sayaka X Hitomi X Kyousuke)

You feel that the best way of resolving a love triangle is by connecting the bottom two axis.

You are heterosexual. Or possibly bisexual. Well, regardless, you are really horny.

HomuHito (Homura X Hitomi)

You’ve played the portable game.

MadoHito (Madoka X Hitomi)

You are constantly frustrated at how little attention this ship receives. After all, weren’t they friends too? But instead people seem to be more focused on shipping characters that don’t even like each other or never even interact in the show, and at this point you’re just glad that I acknowledged it in this silly meme post.

MamiHito (Mami X Hitomi)

You want to be a wealthy, unmarried Victorian duchess who is noted by history for your incredibly close relationship with your lovely companion who lives with you, does everything with you, up to and including sharing a bed, and after both of your deaths scholars will make note of what great friends you must have been.

KyouHito (Kyouko X Hitomi)

You were going out of your way to piss off Anticrack-kun. And really, who wouldn’t?

KyouSuke (Kyouko X Kyousuke)

You were going out of your way to piss off everybody, and I salute your courage.

HomuJun (Homura X Junko)

You are really into Pixar moms.

Also, obligatory…

KazuJun (Kazuko X Junko)

This is the same joke as the second part of MadoMami, but you’re also really into Pixar moms.

MadoKyu (Madoka X Kyubey)

I can’t say for certain whether or not you’re a monsterfucker, but you certainly enjoy the chaos that the very implication of this ship creates.

PolyMegucas (Madoka X Sayaka X Homura X Kyouko X Mami)

You don’t understand why there has to be so much drama between all these different pairings. All the girls are wonderful in their own ways, and they would be so much happier if they just stopped fighting, formed a loving and mutually supportive team dynamic as was seen in the first part of the movie, and possibly smooched one another.

Also, you are extremely horny.

[haru-luo]

[CN Translation] Victor’s Capture (捕捉SR) <Record date>

!Spoiler warning! : The followings contain contents for dates of Mr. Love: Queen’s Choice/Love and Producer that are yet to be released in Global server. If you do not wish to be spoiled then please refrain from going undercut.

Karma Quote : “The time you're looking forward to, of course I'll make it special enough."

The translation is undercut. You have been warned about spoilers.

~~~

If you see any “---” sign then it simply indicates change of scenes in the place.

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记录之约 {Record date}

Preview : "I proposed to "contract"/undertake half of the date with Victor alone to accomplish what I want to do with each other. I brought Victor to the Mr. Kitty exhibition hall and let him experience my childhood favorite cartoon exhibition. When the dusk came, what he most wanted to do was....."

Part 1 :

Today is a "special rest day" with Victor that we agreed early in the morning.

In order to make the rest time more meaningful, I suggest that both of parties "contract" one half of the dating time to accomplish the thing that they most want to do with each other.

Originally I just suggested it as a whim but Victor unexpectedly agreed. Right now, I have exactly six hours left on my part.

I stood in front of Victor breathlessly and he glanced at his watch.

Victor : "Five minutes late."

Victor : "You have five hours and fifty five minutes left."

MC : "Do you want to keep the time rule so strictly...."

I mumbled in protest, Victor said lightly,

Victor : "Six hours per person, this is certain someone's own rule."

Victor : "I'm just implementing it seriously."

After Victor finished speaking, he put a hand on his pocket diagonally, raised his eyebrows and asked.

Victor : "But is this street your chosen destination?"

MC : "Of course not, just follow me."

MC : "Mr. Victor, please."

I pretended to lean slightly then took Victor's arm and strode forward.

-----

After crossing a street, the center exhibition hall appeared in front of us, there was a big title "Mr. Kitty Theme Exhibition" that was eye-catching at the door.

In addition to the colorful balloons, there is also a giant "Mr. Kitty" doll squatting at the door. Many young girls are happily surrounding the doll.

Victor : "Is this what you wanted to do the most today?"

I pulled out the admission ticket and proudly raised it.

MC : "That's right!"

However, the expected frown did not appear. What greeted me was Victor's calm eyes. I realized something later.

MC : "Victor, you wouldn't have guessed it long ago, did you?"

Victor sighed lightly but the corner of his lips were pulled imperceptibly.

Victor : "There were billboards for themed exhibition all the way to here, so one doesn't even have to bother to guess."

Victor : "And as for this plush doll and it's arms crossed shaped."

Victor : "It indeed fits someone's usual preference."

Part 2

Although Victor guessed the answer in advance, it did not affect my interest in the least.

Entering the exhibition hall and looking at the familiar and various "Mr. Kitty" dolls in front of me, my mood also relaxes.

MC : "This was my favorite foreign cartoon when I was a kid. It tells the story of Mr. Kitty and his friends on the planet "Meow".

With that said, I walked to the waiting doll and made a greeting gesture to Victor, then deliberately said in a low voice similar to the tone of Mr. Kitty.

MC : "I'm the famous Mr. Kitty, welcome to my cozy little nest."

MC : "Here, take pictures of your friends to your heart's content!"

Victor looked at me, folded his arms across his chest.

Victor : "Let's talk about it then, just how "famous" is it?"

It's rare for Victor to cooperate so well so I quickly introduced this "childhood friend" while the iron was hot.

MC : "In the entire planet "Meow", Mr. Kitty is the most capable."

MC : "It not only knows a lot of knowledge but also often takes adventures with friends."

I squeezed my fist while talking.

MC : "Whenever an enemy strikes, its spacecraft will rush to the front to drive away the enemy and defend the planet "Meow".

MC : "Don't look at Mr. Kitty's always unsmiling side. In fact, it is very soft at heart."

Seeing me ramble, Victor raised his eyebrows.

Victor : "It seems that you really like it."

Victor : "But I haven't heard you mention it before."

MC : "After all, it was when I was young."

MC : "This is Mr. Kitty's first exhibition in LoveLand City. I will tour you here to get to know it for the first time~"

Victor looked around for a while, took my hand and walked in.

Victor : "Don't you want to take pictures "as much as you want"?"

Victor : "You can't come back at the doorstep to fulfill your wish again."

After passing through an arch, the exhibition hall inside is really bigger and the dolls on display are also richer in looks.

In addition to Mr. Kitty, there are Skull Mouse dolls wearing skirts, Fairy Elf dolls with wide eyed eyes and several cute models of spaceships.

MC : "And this is Mr. Kitty's most trusted friend, Mr. Elf and this is Miss farmer mouse who always loves and kills." [T/N : If I'm not wrong, "loves and kills"/"相爱相杀是" means a "love but full of quarrels relationship"]

At this time, a shape of Mr. Kitty wearing an apron and holding a dinner plate suddenly broke into my eyes.

Although it has no expression on its face, the movements in its hands reveal a sense of seriousness. I tilted my head and took another look then suddenly laughed.

MC : "Victor, doesn't this look like you when you make pudding in Souvenir?"

MC : "How about I take a photo of it with you?"

Victor : "I'm giving you one minute to reorganize your words."

I raised the camera and shook it with a smile.

MC : "Happy movements must be recorded in order to have a lasting double happiness, right~"

Victor : "Give it to me."

As soon as I finished speaking, Victor reached out and took my camera.

Victor : "Rather offering me to, it is better if you walk over and stand there yourself."

MC : "Then I'll trouble Mr. Victor."

I stood next to Mr. Kitty with two steps and grinned at Victor.

"CLICK!"

The picture freezes on the camera and Victor's eyes slide across the screen calmly but the slight smile in his eyes reveals his good mood at the moment.

Victor : "....Such a stupid smile."

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Part 3

After taking enough photos and playing a lot of small games, Victor and I went to the innermost part of exhibition hall. There were four striking characters on the wall.

MC : "Spaceship Pursuit?"

At the same time, the small screen on the wall sounded a melody of the promo.

Screen Broadcast : "Using high-tech projection technology, everyone can take Mr. Kitty's spacecraft, explore the universe with it and defeat the enemy!"

Screen Broadcast : "And in the process of PK with the enemy, there will be cameras to capture everyone's heroic moments!"

I subconsciously looked at Victor. He did not respond immediately but raised his wrist.

Victor : "As a reminder, you have one hour left."

MC : "......"

Victor : "Don't bother if you want to play."

Boarding the "spaceship", Victor and I sat down near the corner.

Soon, a clear picture of adventure lit up in the pitch-black spaceship at the same time as if the real universe was shrouded in the sky.

At the same, the ground under my feet suddenly began to jolting and shaking slightly---and the spacecraft set off!

I got back to my senses and I was about to raise the small "pistol" but when I turned my head, I saw Victor's slightly disgusted expression.

In his hand, the cat-shaped plastic gun seemed to be less than the size of his palm.

Under the cover of the dark light, I turned my face away and couldn't help but curl the corners of my mouth.

After a while, as the spacecraft sailed, the enemies who were also driving the spacecraft gradually appeared appeared in the field of vision and I quietly pointed them to Victor.

MC : "The mushroom head in the middle is our worst enemy and the one on the left is also a threat."

MC : "But if you are optimistic, we'll be able to successfully drive them away later!"

I pulled the trigger of the small pistol but several rounds in a row were quickly avoided by the mushroom head.

I adjusted my strategy and planned to shoot from another direction but at this moment I saw from the corner of my eye, a figure sitting upright next to me.

Although, Victor was very disgusted just now, but right now, he was holding the small pistol very seriously, as if he was not in front of the game screen but before the usual report materials.

MC : "Pff!"

Among the excited crowd, Victor looked different in a suit and a serious look alone.

I wanted to ask him to relax a little bit but then I gave up after thinking about it. Such a rare scene should be appreciated for a while.

Perceiving my peeking and secret joy, Victor gave me a constant look.

Victor : "Who was the one who just said to chase away the enemy and now gave up so quickly?"

MC : "No, I was just changing my posture."

Victor turned his head without comment.

The projected colored spots reflected light on his face. Looking at Victor, who was a little more vivid and childlike than usual, I suddenly became playful.

I turned my head and looked around and I saw a flashing red spot not far away, it should be the camera lens of the rocker arm.

My body is so close that I want to shoot from behind Victor, in fact I secretly stretched my hand to the top of his head and made a "V".

Victor : "If you want to make a face of me, just be fair."

Hearing the sound, I rolled my eyes.

MC : "It's not often that you play games so seriously."

MC : "If it happens to be captured, it will add a bit of fun to your photos."

Victor : "According to you, would I still say "thank you" for this?"

Hearing the helplessness and ridicule in his words, I stuck out my tongue.

Now that I was caught, I no longer concealed my intentions. I quickly squeezed Victor's face with my hands and squinted at the camera.

MC : "Victor, look at the camera quickly!"

The rocker lens quickly passed overhead. Victor turned his head and looked at me with a smile.

Victor : "Happy now?"

I said frankly.

MC : "It's okay I guess, you just said to be more honest."

Another red projection reflected on Victor's face and his lips slightly curled up.

Victor : "Childish."

Part 4

When coming out of the game hall, the brilliance of the setting sun had already fallen in front of him.

After playing for so long, I couldn't help but feel tired. I ordered an ice cream from the surrounding shops and Victor and I sat down in the rest area.

After all, it was the first ever exhibition of Mr. Kitty in LoveLand City. It was the first time I ate an ice cream shaped like Mr. Kitty. In a novel way, I had a "wipe" when I raised my camera.

Preparing to put the camera away, Victor's figure advertently moved up facing the camera suddenly appearing in the frame.

The adorable ice cream is right in front of him and while wearing a suit and leather shoes, he picks up a small spoon seemingly not knowing where to start.

I couldn't help but laugh softly.

Victor raised his head and glanced at me holding the camera.

Behind the camera, I sighed slyly.

MC : "It turned out that even Mr. Victor would make a fuss and it's rare."

MC : "Come to think of it, I have collected a lot of "The other side of Mr. Victor", It shouldn't be too bad to take another one."

After speaking, I quickly pressed the shutter. As expected, Victor hadn't had time to react so, I captured the slightly dazed expression in the photo.

Putting down the camera contentedly, I dug a scoop of Mr. Kitty's ice cream and tasted it. the refreshing and non-too sweet taste made my eyes bright.

MC : "This is delicious, try it!"

Victor : "Don't change the subject in a hurry."

Victor : "I think "surprise" is your focus for today, right?"

After taking another big mouthful ice cream, I rolled my eyes and squinted with a smile.

MC : "You can't say that. No matter what you are, it was originally a very important part of today's record."

Victor paused for a moment and a slight upward arc leaked from the corner of his mouth.

Victor : "Strong words are unreasonable."

We just ate Mr. Kitty's ice cream one by one. After a while, the waiter brought another ice cream cone.

Victor : "Why did you order two?"

Lifting the cone to Victor, I smiled and winked.

MC : "If you look closely, this is a unique "elf" cone."

MC : "Do you remember the fairy..."

Victor : "Is the Mr. Kitty's most trusted friend."

Victor took my words unhurriedly and then raised his eyebrows.

Victor : "Isn't that right?"

MC : "So, since we're here, it's worthwhile to try all the special things!"

The sun slanting westward fell on Victor's shoulders and hair, he gave a soft smile, his mouth seemed to have the aftertaste of summer.

Victor : "I can see it's just like someone's own taste."

At this moment, the staff of the game hall sent the photos captured by the camera. On the screen, I happened to pinch Victor's face and smile triumphantly.

Unexpectedly, that moment was actually captured. Seeing Victor's helpless look in the photo, I suppressed a chuckle.

Victor : "Seeing certain someone's silly look, she seems to be very satisfied for a long time."

I tried to narrow the corners of my mouth and pretended not to say so unequivocally.

MC : "It's almost thanks to Mr. Victor's cooperation."

A soft look flashed in Victor's eyes, he raised his writs and took a look then raised his eyebrows.

Victor : "That being said, the rest of the time is mine."

----

After all, it is the first time in a while such a "special day off" has been agreed and I can't wait to look forward to the next arrangement.

Stepping on the shadow of the setting sun, I curiously followed Victor. However, as I walked, the scenery in front of me became more and more familiar.

I hesitate for a second and then asked him my doubts.

MC : "Victor, are we on our way back to you home?"

Victor gave a low "Hm".

Victor : "What do you want to eat later?"

Victor : "Fried salmon?"

Although I always rely on Victor to "extravagant food and drinks", after I happily took him to the childhood cartoon exhibition, his arrangement was unexpected.

I pressed my lips together and the emotion of expecting bubbles fell.

MC : "...Is this what you want to do most today?"

Victor lowered his head, his eyes touched my somewhat stunned expression, he reached out his hand and tapped my forehead.

Victor : "What are you thinking about again?"

MC : "Oh...no..."

On the other side of the road where the lights were lit, Victor fixed his eyes firmly on me and the corners of his lips were slightly raised.

Victor : "About what you wanted to do, I had already expected ‘lively’."

Victor : "And the result is indeed the case."

Victor's voice was very low and so clear. He paused the smiled softly.

Victor : "But during the rare rest days, what I want to have is your and my private space."

Victor : "The idea of going home for dinner may not considered special in the general sense."

Victor : "But for me, if every three o'clock and three meals a day can have some dummy chirping by my side..."

Victor : "That is the time I'm most looking forward to."

When the voice fell, the low and doubts that had been quietly surging in my heart before were all filled with heat and warmth now.

Looking at the person in front of me who made me feel at ease, I subconsciously stretched out my arms around him.

The skin-to-skin heat surges up, as if converging into a special invisible camera in my heart.

Recording the moment that belongs only to us forever in my heart.

----------------------------------------------------------------------

DATE CLEARED~

🍮Victor’s Moments 1 & 2 :  Ice-Cream and Pretend

🍮Victor’s Texts : Escape from the heat

[angelicamerlinbarnes]

Okay but like I feel like Diego is the kind of person to flirt with really bad pick-up lines and Klaus is just Not Having It

featuring: Diego being a flustered Mama's boy and Klaus being a disaster dumbass and the two of them being completely in love with each other anyway

DISCLAIMER: None of the pick-up lines are mine, but the responses and ensuing shenanigans are :)

(there's fifty of these so buckle up kids :) sorry not sorry <3)

seriously though some of these are really bad

#1: He A Snack

Diego: Baby, you belong in the vending machine because you’re a snack.

Klaus: Diego you know I’m claustrophobic.

Diego: Don’t you mean Klaus-trophobic??? *finger guns*

Klaus: *blinks*

Klaus: I want a divorce.

#2: I’m From Hell

Diego: Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?

Klaus: I’m a veteran addict and abuse victim who can see ghosts, Diego.

Klaus: Everything hurts.

#3: Animal Puns

Diego: *points to TV screen playing the Discovery Channel* Hey Klaus.

Diego: You’re my otter half.

Klaus: Diego those are meerkats.

#4: Stars

Diego: The stars are beautiful tonight.

Klaus: Yup.

Diego: You know who else is beautiful?

Klaus: Ben.

#5: Get Out Your Handcuffs Mister

Diego: You’re under arrest… for stealing my heart.

Klaus: Diego you got kicked out of the police academy like five years ago, just give up.

#6: Bad Boys

Diego: *leaning against the doorframe like a moron* So. I hear you like bad boys.

Klaus: Diego you cried because you accidentally stepped on a bee last week.

Diego: Well yeah but -

Klaus: You held a funeral for it. You made us all speak. You had Allison fly in from California. It was a fucking bee, Diego.

Diego: … I wear leather?

Klaus: So does every other kid who shops at Hot Topic. You’re not special.

#7: Prince Charming

Diego: Your knight in shining armor is here -

Klaus: One, that’s a turtleneck, not armor.

Klaus: Two, you’re covered in blood. That’s the opposite of shiny.

Klaus: Three, you smell like dead fish. Go take a shower.

#8: Chemistry

Diego: Did we have a class together? Because I could’ve sworn we had -

Klaus: Chemistry? Yup. Also English and math and foreign languages and history and like every other fucking thing because we grew up in the same sadistic boarding school, Diego.

#9: The Store Can’t Just Give Away Things For Free. That’s A Terrible Way To Run A Business.

Diego: I like your pants.

Klaus: Thanks. I got them out of a dumpster. And yes, you can have them 100% off.

Diego: *voice cracks* Really?

Klaus: No.

#10: Boyfriend Material

Diego: My jeans are made of -

Klaus: You’re wearing leather pants Diego.

Diego: Okay but -

Klaus: So they’re made of leather and they’re not fucking jeans.

#11: Digits

Diego: I lost my phone number. Can I have -

Klaus: None of us have phones, Diego.

Diego: I can… buy us some?

Klaus: Fine. I want my number to be 1-420-420-4201.

Diego: Baby no.

Klaus: *pulling out the puppy dog eyes* Pwetty pwease?

Diego: Fine, but mine’s gonna be 1-696-969-6969.

Klaus: I love you so much. Marry me. Have my babies.

#12: Love At First Sight

Diego: Do you believe in love at first sight or -

Klaus: If I did I’d have already fallen in love with a lot of hot ghosts.

Diego: - should I walk by again?

Klaus: You’ve been pacing for the past ten minutes, Gogo. I think if it was gonna happen it would’ve by now.

#13: You Have Fine Written All Over You

Diego: Are you a parking ticket? Cause -

Klaus: Diego I can’t drive.

#14: His Eyes Are Green Not Blue You Dipshit

Diego: Your eyes are an ocean, and I’m lost at sea.

Klaus: ... can’t you, like, hold your breath forever?

Diego: *blinks* Baby, I love you, but you’re ruining this with our childhood trauma.

Klaus: Well since you’ve refused therapy I just thought this was the next best option.

Diego: I take back what I said about loving you.

#15: Math Is Dumb And I Wish School Would Stop Teaching It

Diego: Are you a forty-five degree angle?

Klaus: Actually, because humans have non-linear body shapes, it’s impossible for their specific angles to be measured -

Diego: Are you high or have you been defiling Five’s books again?

Klaus: *blinks* Why can’t it be both?

Diego: *rethinking life decisions*

#16: Baby I’m All Yours

Diego: Do you have a name?

Klaus: Klaus.

Diego: Or can I call you mine?

Klaus: I mean I prefer “baby”, but sure.

Diego: *super wide eyes* Really?

Klaus: *melts into a puddle of glitter* Yeah, Gogo.

#17: (Not) Bookworms

Diego: Thank god I brought my library card. Cause I’m here to check you out.

Klaus: *through a mouthful of waffles* God isn’t real. We all die and rot beneath the earth to be eaten by maggots. There is no such thing as a higher power.

Klaus: *swallows waffles and takes a really loud slurp of an orange juice and chocolate milk combo*

Klaus: Oh, and the library’s closed for renovations til, like, Christmas so you’re outta luck, sorry.

Diego: I thought you met god? Little girl on a bicycle?

Klaus: Her? Nah, only Satan’s got that much sass. Plus, that wasn’t heaven.

Diego: And you know this how?

Klaus: *squishes Diego’s face with both hands* Think about it. Do you really think dear ol’ dad’s in heaven?

Diego: Can you let of my face please?

#18: Bad Move, Buddy

Diego: Are you a pre-historic fossil? Cause you’re my missing link.

Klaus:

Klaus:

Klaus:

Klaus: Did you just call me old?

Diego, backing out of the room slowly: What? No! No of course not! No, obviously no, absolutely not -

Klaus: *releases savage war cry*

Diego: *runs for his goddamn life*

#19: I Rate This 0/10

Diego: Are you from Tennessee? Cause you’re the only -

Klaus: I don’t know where I’m from. I’m an orphan.

Diego: Oh… I know, baby -

Klaus: And the piece of shit that adopted me lived in New York anyway. We’re in New York right now actually. Do you need a geography lesson? I think Pogo’s got a map -

Diego: Klaus.

#20: Oh Shit

Diego: If nothing lasts forever, will you be my nothing?

Klaus:

Klaus:

Klaus:

Klaus: *tears up* I’m nothing?

Diego: Oh no. No no no. No, baby, you’re not nothing, don’t cry, I’m so sorry, that’s not what I meant, baby - oh my god please don’t cry -

#21: You’ve Got Everything I’m Searching For

Diego: Is your name Google? Because -

Klaus: Diego. For the last time…

Klaus: My name is Kimberly Linda Aerealia Ulysses Saffron Hargreeves the Twenty-Fourth. I don’t know why I need to keep explaining this to you -

Diego, kissing him quiet: You’re my favorite person in the world, you know that?

#22: Don’t Make Bets You’ll Lose, Luther.

Diego: Luther bet me a hundred bucks I couldn’t talk to the prettiest person here. How do you wanna spend his money?

Klaus: Drugs.

Diego: Baby -

Klaus: *beams* Nah, I’m just kidding. Stuffed giraffes.

Diego: *grins* For Five?

Klaus: *nods* For Five.

Diego:

Klaus:

Diego: He’ll hate them.

Klaus: Exactly. Let’s go.

#23: Deja Vu

Diego: Have we met before?

Klaus: Yes. Obviously. Are you also high?

Diego: No -

Diego: Wait, you’re high?

Klaus:

Diego:

Klaus:

Diego:

Klaus: No?

#24: Such An Optimist

Diego: Are you a time traveller?

Klaus: No, that’s Five.

Diego: Cause I think you’re my future!

Klaus: *stares blankly*

Diego: No? Nothing? Nada?

Klaus: In the future we’re all dead dipshit.

Klaus: Because. Ya know.

Klaus: THERE’S A FUCKING APOCALYPSE COMING.

Diego:

Diego: Okay then.

#25: Please Go To The Hospital.

Diego: Are you my appendix? Cause my stomach’s fluttering and I think I should take you out.

Klaus:

Klaus: Did you drink water from the fish tank again?

Diego: *turning green* Luther dared me to okay???!!!!

#26: Suicidal Tendencies

Diego: Hey gorgeous -

Klaus: Let me guess. I should drop dead?

Diego: What?! No! Baby -

#27: Infinitely On The Naughty List (And Not The Good Kind Of Naughty List (If There Is One I’m Asexual I Don’t Know))

Diego: Are you Santa Klaus? Cause you make all my wishes come true.

Klaus:

Klaus:

Klaus:

Klaus: You have five seconds to run.

Diego: *already two streets away* Fucking shit -

#28: You Can’t Use That Every Time We Have An Argument, Tony.

Diego: Kiss me if I’m wrong, but dinosaurs still exist right?

Klaus: I mean, there’s one in the corner of our living room right now, so I guess?

Diego:

Diego:

Diego:

Diego: *squeaks* You - you can see dinosaur ghosts?

Klaus: I mean, there’s a chance that thing Ben’s petting is just a super deformed ostrich, but yeah, I think so.

Diego:

Diego:

Diego:

Diego: *tearing up* That’s so cool.

#29: A Whole New Kind Of Thirst Trap

Diego: I’m thirsty. But guess whose body is 75% water?

Diego: *smirks*

Klaus: *frowns*

Klaus: Hold on, I know this one…

Diego: Klaus -

Klaus: *snaps fingers* Oh, I know! Luther!

Diego: *horrified* What the fuck Klaus why the fuck would you say that -

#30: What A Tragedy

Diego: You must be a campfire. Because you’re super hot and I want s’more.

Klaus:

Klaus: Diego sweetheart, you’re allergic to marshmallows.

Diego: *tearing up* I know.

Klaus: You wanna hug, baby?

Diego: *crying* Yes please.

#31: That Can’t Be Allowed

Diego: Don’t tell me if you want me to take you out to dinner. Just smile for yes, or do a backflip/somersault/counter-spin gymnastics combination for no.

Klaus: *smirks*

Klaus: *does a triple flip and lands perfectly on the top of the bar counter*

Diego: *turns bright red* That was h-h-hot.

Klaus: *beams and jumps down into Diego’s arms bridal-style*

Klaus: *kisses his cheek* I know, baby.

#32: Merry Christmas

Diego: You’re the reason Santa started the Naughty List.

Klaus: *blinks*

Klaus: *pouts*

Klaus: No fair! He told me last week I was on the Nice List!

Diego: What? Klaus? What does that -

Diego: OH MY GOD KLAUS IS SANTA DEAD???!!!!

#33: I’ll Keep You Safe, Honey.

Diego: I lost my teddy bear. Will you sleep with me instead?

Klaus: *pulls out a stuffed tiger*

Klaus: He got lost in the kitchen. Don’t worry, I rescued him for you.

Diego: *takes soft tiger*

Diego: *voice cracks* Oh. Thanks.

Klaus: *kisses his forehead* You’re welcome, baby.

#34: Excuse Me?

Diego: The only thing your eyes haven’t told me is your name.

Klaus, internally: Shit. What if he finds out I stole like five of his knives and all of the cookies last week?

Klaus, externally: *blinks*

Klaus: Um… Stefonopolis?

#35: I Am Not Apologizing For This One

Diego: If you were a steak, you’d be well done.

Klaus: But I’m so unique…

Klaus: I talk to the dead, Diego.

Diego: Okay…?

Klaus: *smirks*

Klaus: So wouldn’t I be medium rare?

Ben: Ooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

#36: Leonardo Da Vinci Was Arrested Multiple Times For Homosexual Activity.

Diego: Is this a museum? Cause you’re a work of art.

Klaus: *dancing to the soundtrack of High School Musical 3* Actually Five took me back to Italy once. Leonardo da Vinci and I had some fun.

Diego:

Diego: Oh my god. Seriously?

Diego: *looks up picture of Mona Lisa, now titled Mona Klausa*

Diego: How the fuck -

#37: Why Would You Say That Though

Diego: Am I sleepwalking? Cause I’ve only seen you in my dreams.

Klaus: *sitting on the counter and eating a donut in one bite* Are they dirty?

Luther: *chokes on a pickle*

Diego: Oh my god no -

Diego: Well sometimes -

Diego: I mean no of course not -

Luther: *praying to whoever’s up there to just kill him already*

#38: Be Safe Kids!

Diego: Can you hold this for me?

Klaus: Sweetie, you need to wash your hands.

#39: Apocalypse Averted!

Diego: If looks could kill, you’d be a weapon of mass destruction.

Klaus: *blinks*

Klaus: I thought that was Vanya.

Diego:

Diego, panicking: Holy shit Klaus you can’t just say things like that -

Vanya: *crying from laughter*

#40: Attractive

Diego: Do you swallow magnets? Because you’re -

Klaus: *shoves him up against the wall*

Klaus: How did you find out? Who told you? Was it Ben? I swear to god I’ll kill him -

Diego: *squeaks* What?

#41: First You’ve Gotta Propose Diego

Diego: Wouldn’t we look cute on a wedding cake together?

Klaus: Diego. Did you buy me a cake?

Diego:

Klaus:

Diego:

Klaus: I’m waiting.

Diego: Right sir yes sir right away sir -

#42: He May Not Be A Kitten But He Is As Soft As One

Diego: If I followed you home, would you keep me?

Klaus: I’m homeless, Diego.

Diego: What? You are? Oh no, baby - you can come stay with me?

Klaus: *looks up from Disney Princess coloring book and raises an eyebrow* Is your bed available?

Diego, blushing: Ye-yeah, b-ba-baby. Whe-whenever you-u w-want.

Klaus: *smiles*

Klaus: *takes Diego’s hand*

Klaus: Okay.

Diego: *dies a little bit inside (in a good way)*

#43: It’s Just You.

Diego: Is it hot in here or is it just you?

Klaus, blushing: I -

Five: DIEGO. THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE. NOW IS NOT THE TIME.

#44: ‘Scuse Me, Mate?

Diego: You know, penguins mate for life. Wanna be my penguin?

Klaus: Eh. I’ve always been more of an iguana man.

Diego:

Diego:

Diego:

Diego: What?

#45: You Look Like… Antonio Banderas With The Long Hair.

Diego: How’s the most beautiful person in the world doing today?

Klaus: *buried in a Vogue magazine* I don’t know I’m not Antonio Banderas.

#46: What The Fuck Klaus

Diego: Do you have a map? I keep getting lost in your eyes.

Klaus: *hands him a Candyland board* Here. I stole it from Pogo.

#47: You Dumbass

Diego: I hate my last name. Can I borrow yours?

Klaus:

Klaus:

Klaus:

Klaus: We have the same last name, Diego.

Diego: *blinks*

Diego: Fuck you’re right -

#48: Okay But Diego Would Make A Great Aladdin Though

Diego: I’m not a genie, but I can still make your dreams come true.

Klaus: *wrinkles his nose*

Klaus: You can get me a pink elephant with jaundice?

Diego: *blinks*

Diego: What the fuck Klaus -

#49: HELLO

Diego: Is that a knife or are you just happy to see me?

Klaus: I don’t just have random knives on me Diego, I’m not you.

Diego: So you are happy to see me?

Klaus: I mean you just interrupted a very riveting episode of Sesame Street, so… we’ll see.

#50: It’s Always Best To Start With The Truth.

Diego: I love you.

Klaus: *beams* That’s all you had to say, darling.

[andhumanslovedstories]

My hopes for the synder cut are (in order from things I would like to things I would dread) (because this movie is four hours fucking FOUR HOURS LONG and I’m watching it tonight ANYWAY)

1) actually a tight two hours, they just accidentally played it twice

2) a very good film

3) a very bad film but with the confidence and panache of a very very good film

4) actually a tight three hours and 12 minutes with an extended video essay at the end about j*ss w* with the hottest receipts 

5) a competent but ultimately average film that is still 4 hours long

6) an actively offensive slog through corporate trademarks, muddled imagery, masculine posturing, aggressive cynicism that pretends to become optimistic, my least favorite parts of sydner’s distinctive style, and the knowledge of all the twitter hot takes that we’re about to spend the next week sniping about

7) oops it’s five hours 

[therealvalkyrie]

Painter’s Hands and Guatemalan Coffee: Part 2

insomniac

Pairing/setting: Levi Ackerman x Female!Reader, modern!college!AU

Summary: When you catch your idiot boyfriend cheating, your grumpy roommate is there to pick up the pieces and watch your back as you toe a carefully drawn line in the metaphorical sand.  

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: insomnia, nightmares, (remembering) death, panic attack, cuddling, fluff

AN: Here she is!! I’ve decided to give oc a little ~tragic backstory~ and I really hope it comes across like I’ve intended. I wouldn’t go so far as to call in angst, necessarily, but there’ll definitely be some in the future. Also, I know I’ve painted Annie and Reiner in a really bad light so far in this particular fic, but please know that’s not how I view them in canon at all - it’s simply because someone had to be the bad guy:( Anyways, I hope y’all enjoy and as always don’t hesitate to reach out via reblog/ask with any suggestions/feedback/questions!! ~valkyrie

(read Part 1.5 here)

Bodies jostle against you in the darkness to the beat of music you can’t hear.  The buzzing gets louder, drowning out even your own screams for them to stop.

Stop. Stop. STOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOP!

“STOP IT!” You can hear yourself this time, your voice embarrassingly loud in the cramped room. You slap hands over your mouth but everyone’s already turned to look at you, disgusted at the display of emotion. Even they peel their faces apart to sneer down their noses.

“Why should we?” Annie’s voice rings with superiority, swirling around the space and nestling in the crook of your neck. You shudder away, but the faceless bodies shove you back.

“Don’t you know this is your fault, anyway? You weren’t enough for me.” Reiner jeers with a satisfied smirk. The whole room laughs, cackling and giggling spitefully. You can’t move, muscles frozen, as they turn back to each other and continue making out. His hand in her hair, her thigh hooked over his hip, obscenely wet noises from their joined mouths.

You scream and scream and scream, jaw wide and aching, and all of a sudden the scene shifts and you’re at your mother’s bedside. Your breath hitches and you’re screaming in a child’s voice this time.

“Mommy, Mommy, no, please, no, MOMMY, PLEASE--”

Your hand twitches towards her and its movement against soft sheets brings you back to consciousness.

You’re spread-eagled in bed, comforter kicked almost completely off, chest heaving.

“One. Two. Three. Four…” you count in a hoarse whisper to yourself, staring out the window at gently falling snow illuminated in yellow streetlights. It takes you to one hundred and twenty-seven before you’re calm enough to do anything productive. 

You reach out a blind hand to find your phone on the nightstand and raise it up to check the time. 4:47 am. Nearly three hours of sleep.

Eh, good enough for jazz.

You heave a sigh, then push up to sit on the edge of your bed and flick on the lamp. The sudden bright light makes you squint against sharp pain behind your eyes and turn away in search of a sweatshirt. Some sifting through the ever-growing pile of laundry later, you settle on a green university hoodie and pull it on over your ratty tank top. Your toes and fingers always feel like icicles after waking up from a nightmare, so you find faux fur-lined slippers as well.

As you push past your bedroom door and into the living room, a figure in the comfy armchair catches the corner of your eye.

You nearly jump out of your skin before recognizing who it is. “Christ on a cracker, Levi! Nearly scared me half to death.”

“Sorry.” He doesn’t sound sorry as he marks the page in his book and sets it on the coffee table.

“What are you doing up?”

“I could ask you the same.”

“Well that’s not ominous or anything,” you mutter with an eye roll as you cross to the kitchen and set the kettle to boil for coffee.

Levi sighs and pinches the bridge of his elegant nose.

“Sorry. That’s not what I meant. It’s just… I noticed you haven’t been sleeping much lately and I’m worried.” He crosses to sit at the kitchen table and speaks to your back as you shuffle around the kitchen.

“What do you mean? Of course I’ve been sleeping. Whaddaya think I was just doing?”

“It’s five am, and you were still up when I went to sleep at twelve. Optimistically, that’s four hours of sleep. And yesterday you went to bed after one, but Hange said you were texting her at five-thirty, and--”

“Jeez, what, have you been stalking me or something?” you ask with an incredulous glance over your shoulder.

“We live together. It’s kind of hard not to notice.” Levi’s tone is the usual dry you’ve come to expect, but there’s an undercurrent that you’re too exhausted to pinpoint. “And Hange also told me she’s been worried.”

“What is this, an intervention? Just because I break up with someone I’m suddenly incapable of functioning?” Your voice (and headache) rises with each phrase, cracking on the morning dryness in the air, and you spin to face him.

“I didn’t say that, I--”

“Am I just supposed to wallow in misery for the rest of my life? No. I’m not doing that, Levi, I’m moving on. I-- I’m a busy woman, I’ve got finals and, and internship applications, and I happen to enjoy waking up early. I like watching the sunrise.” Though your words are rushed and you’re gesturing animatedly, uncertainty seeps through the stuttered phrases in your argument.

Levi lets you finish, then returns in a measured voice: “Why are you so defensive about this? I know you’re busy. So am I. But I manage to get more than four hours of sleep at night. I just want to help.”

His statement hangs in the air like dust mites, swirling around you and clinging to the sticky after-effects of the nightmare in your mind. You frown and drop your eyes to the linoleum, guilt settling into the stickiness.

“I know. I’m sorry.” Your voice is much softer. “I just--” A deep sigh. “I can’t sleep.”

“Why?”

The simple question makes your breath stutter and you scrub a hand down your face in an effort to ground your skin into reality.

“It’s so stupid.” It’s practically a whisper. “I have these nightmares. About my mom. I got them when I was younger, too, but eventually they just sort of… stopped. But now they’re back. And I can’t ever get back to sleep after, so I just stopped bothering to try.”

“You know, sometimes I get nightmares, too.”

The admission catches you off guard, your eyes widening. Levi always seems so… steady and sure, you wouldn’t have expected it.

“Really?”

He nods. “About my mom and the foster homes.”

“Oh, I didn’t know you…” Your heart sinks, and you don’t know how to say you’re sorry for the heartbreak he must’ve lived through with any semblance of tact.

“Yeah. It’s not something I talk about much.”

“Right.” You pause and chew on your tongue thoughtfully for a moment. “Do you have...strategies for when you can’t sleep because of them?”

“I have sleeping pills from my psychiatrist and some meditation practices that work for me. I can send you some resources, if you’d like.”

“Yeah, I’d really appreciate that if it’s not a bother.” You feel kind of sheepish now, for raising your voice, and so try to sound extra thankful for his help.

“It’s not.” He stands up and stretches both arms over his head, tipping his face up to the sky, lean body arching and twisting with the effort of it.  “I’ll send them to you later today. I’m gonna go back to bed.”

“Okay. Thank you, Levi.”

He nods and yawns, nose scrunching adorably. “Night, kid.”

“Good night.”

As his bedroom door clicks shut, you sigh yet again and turn off the stove. The first thing to avoid is probably coffee.

--

Your fingers flick off last rivulets of water as you step out of the shower. A shiver rattles its way up your spine before you can grab a towel to dry off. Bless Levi, he had done laundry today and the towel is still dryer-warm, smelling of his favorite fabric softener.

As you go through your evening routine (tooth brushing, face washing, hair drying), you can feel a quiet tension set into your shoulders despite the humidity of the bathroom.

The day had gone okay. You managed to resist coffee until 8 am and cut yourself off at 3. A lecture and a studio in the morning left the afternoon for library studying and a trip to the grocery store. 

You had actually seen Bertholdt there, in the cereal aisle. You hadn’t been too keen on having that particular conversation, but luckily he hadn’t seemed to be either. The pair of you exchanged sympathetically awkward smiles before turning back to the Cheerios. 

The evening consisted of ordering chinese takeout while obsessing over your latest architecture design project, followed by convincing Hange over the phone not to sleep in the mouse lab for extra credit.

“But Bean will be lonely!” she insisted hysterically. “And Sonny wasn’t looking too hot in lab today, what if he needs his mommy and I’m not there?”

“You’re not their mommy,” you reminded her. “They have each other to keep them company, and if Sonny dies, won’t it support your hypothesis anyway?”

She had eventually acquiesced when you promised to help her plan a memorial should they pass in the night.

So now here you are, skin slowly drying, as you psych yourself up in the mirror to go to sleep.

“It won’t be bad. Just use the meditations Levi sent you.” You try to inject confidence into your voice, but you only end up grimacing at yourself in the mirror. “Ah, fuck it.”

You tuck your towel in firmly around your chest and double check to see your things are put away before going back to your room.

As you pass, you hesitate by Levi’s door for a moment. His normal studying music, Chopin, is on and light creeps out from underneath. Another moment of uncertainty, then you gently knock and poke your head in.

“Levi?” He raises his head from where he’s hunched over an easel, paint brush in hand. Brow furrowed and body tensed like a strung bow, he doesn’t look happy to be interrupted.

Fuck.

“I, uhm, just wanted to say good night.”

He grunts and turns back to the painting.

You take that as your cue to leave.

Back in the sanctuary of your own room, you curse again and kick your desk chair, sending it rolling a couple inches.

Why had you bothered him? To say good night?

“Stupid, stupid, UGH.” Your dramatic outburst ends in flopping face-first into bed. Just because he felt concerned enough to stage a fucking intervention doesn’t mean he’s your fucking nanny. Idiot.

Eventually, you roll over and get up to change into pajamas. 

Settling into bed, you open your newly downloaded meditation app and start an audio.

“As you prepare for your meditation practice today, find a comfortable position sitting or lying down where you can fully relax….”

The cool female voice wraps your mind in a hazy blanket of fog and eventually coaxes your body into an achingly needed sleep.

--

This time the dream wakes you up whimpering into your pillow, arms flung above your head as though you’re skydiving. With a sucking breath, you lift your head to prevent imminent suffocation and instead settle on your side, staring unblinkingly into the darkness. Breath ragged in your chest, your mind can’t seem to move past the last image of your nightmare.

It’s burned into your retinas when you close your eyes and etched onto the moonlight-pale wall when they’re open: your mom’s pallid face staring up at the ceiling, hands resting on top of  her blue embroidered duvet cover, chest still.

A sob escapes your unwilling throat and you’re scrambling to sit up and reach for the lamp. The lamplight suddenly reminds you of your own existence in the physical plane, thrusting all your senses into sharp contrast.

Her greying, thinning hair, the frailty in her fingers, the cracks in her lips, the cloying scent of death.

“Nonononononononono,” you moan, hunched over your knees, fingers tangled in your hair. Your stomach is hollow, chest tight, tears now flowing in earnest. It hasn’t been this bad in a long time, not since 7th grade at least.

Do something, do something, you stupid bitch, your mind is yelling at you, and so you force your body to move. Somewhere, anywhere other than here.

You practically fall out of bed and then lean heavily on your desk to compensate for shaking knees as you move to the door. Feet shuffle in the darkness and all of a sudden you’re sniffling outside Levi’s door, fingers in a deathgrip on your shirt. One, two breaths and you knock three hesitant raps.

Fuck. Shit. Instant regret bubbles up in your throat and you pivot away. Before you can get far, the door opens and you hear Levi’s sleep-ragged voice utter your name like a question. Damn.

You turn back sheepishly.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t’ve woken you up. Go back to bed.” Your voice is unnaturally breathy as Levi tries to make you out in the dim light of the moon filtering in through the living room window. 

He reaches for your shoulder to gently pull you out of the shadows, and realization crosses his face as he registers the tear tracks and haunting terror in your eyes.

“It happened again,” he states.

You nod hesitantly and wipe at your cheeks with the back of one hand. You try again to tell him that no, really, you’re fine and he should go back to bed, but the words get lost in the tangle of truths between your brain and mouth.

Instead, what comes out is: “Can… can I sleep with you?” Your eyes finally flick to his before you quickly follow up. “It’s okay if you don’t want to, I just- it helps to have someone close….”

Levi watches you for a moment before sliding his hand from your shoulder to your hand and tugging gently.

“Come on.”

You follow him inside and fidget awkwardly at the side of his bed as he climbs in. His room is impeccably neat, not that you would expect anything different from the man who once gave you a five minute lecture about leaving dishes in the sink to soak. It was the most words you’d heard him string together at the time, and he only stopped when he realized you were laughing.

“You sound like my Great Aunt Cheryl,” you said between hiccups of mirth. “Insufferable woman.”

He had looked at you scathingly, then made you promise never to leave the dishes for later again on pain of changing the wifi password.

Once he’s settled, Levi turns back the covers on your side and looks at you expectantly. You falter a split second before climbing in next to him, the familiar smell of his laundry detergent clouding around you as you fall back into soft pillows. He throws the comforter over you, then settles down and opens his arms.

“C’mere, kid,” he says with a tenderness that makes a sniffle catch in the back of your throat.

You roll into his arms, resting your head in the curve of his shoulder and breathe the first easy breath since you woke up. An arm flung around his middle means your whole body is against his, warming you up like a midafternoon nap in August.

Levi settles his arm around your back after tucking in the blankets and holds you like you’ve always belonged there. He gradually, gradually feels you relax into him as your breathing begins to match his own.

After a while, your eyes droop closed and Levi allows himself the indulgence of tucking his nose into your hair. A bouquet of lavender shampoo and you accompanies him softly into his dreams.

--

(read part 3 here)

[shokobuns]

tutor

yuji needs some help and he gets more than what he asked for.

pairing: itadori yuji x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 1.8k

warnings: slightly suggestive, making out, boner

“you really don’t mind?”

he looked at you with wide eyes, his slight smile accompanied by his happy tone. yuuji was kind, you can tell by the way he talks to your other classmates, complimented by the comforting aura that he always brought along with him. despite your limited interactions, you didn’t see a reason to deny him the help that he needed.

“i don’t. plus, professor miyagi is one of my favorite teachers. i don’t see a reason not to.” you flashed a friendly smile to reassure him that it was fine.

“cool, cool,” he responded, a grin plastered on his face, “after school at the library then.”

the rest of your classes zoomed by as you daydreamed about yuuji (again). only this time, you were thinking about how you would feel if your hand brushed over his, how you would function while he was listening to you intently. it all made your stomach turn uncomfortably, but you knew you would have to eventually stuff it away.

-

“are you sure about that?” you asked with a guiding tone.

of course, you do your best to nudge him in the right direction, but sometimes it all just ends with his head in his hands and a small, albeit slightly concerning, joke about he’s about to fail the class. you can see his pained effort, the gears that struggle to turn in his head, and it chips away at your heart. you’re doing your best, why wouldn’t you, but the concepts aren’t sticking in his head.

“how about you try this?” you suggest, writing a small equation on his paper before handing it back to him. he grabs it in his hands, lifting it from the table, and stares hard. his eyebrows furrow and his eyes squint at the writing until his face relaxes and his head tilts. the dots connect and a wide smile replaces the confusion.

“wait, i think i got it!” he grabs his pencil, excitedly scribbling onto the paper before sliding it back to you and anticipating your judgement.

the writing, though messy, is correct and a feeling of satisfaction washes over you while he holds his hand out for a high five. when you look back at his elated expression, your cheeks get unexplainably hot.

it feels weird.

every greeting in the school hallways feel odd. every sly glance in his direction makes you feel guilty. every moment of a study session, particularly the ones when you can feel his breath on your face and the warmth radiating from his body, makes you feel awfully uneasy.

itadori yuji made you feel certain feelings, ones that especially plagued your stomach, your heart, and even your own mind.

and it was all new. you couldn’t think of a time when someone’s smile made your heart race or a person who made your ears perk up at the sound of their voice. though, you accredited it all to yuuji’s friendly presence. it was natural, he was always the type of person who can weave his way into people’s hearts with no effort. it was easy for him to speak to a stranger as if they were a friend, lend a helping hand whenever he could.

you just couldn’t reason how or when he wove so deep into yours.

the feeling was terrifying and it felt like you had something to hide, some dirty little secret, but you couldn’t pinpoint the exact feelings.

when the end of the school day finally comes, yuji is already waiting at your locker for your routine tutoring session. you two walk silently side by side and he seems completely calm, unphased by the lack of small talk, but you actively avoid eye contact in order to prevent those odd feelings from starting up again.

the library is closed.

“we can just go back to my house or something,” he proposes, his hand scratching the back of his neck, “it’s not that far of a walk. plus, i can cook for you. pay you back for your services, you know?”

you purse your lips, mulling over the offer. normally, you wouldn’t have to think about it. free food? the comfort of studying at home instead of the cold atmosphere of the library?

but from what you know about him, there’s likely not going to be anyone else there. it would just be the two of you. alone. together.

you shudder at the thought.

“i don’t want to be a bother-“

“don’t worry about it!” he grabs your hands in his, your eyes widening at the sudden contact. he’s friendly and the increased amount of time spent with him only made him even more comfortable around you. there’s more lingering touches, more of him being seated closer and closer. you’re not sure if he notices, but it doesn’t help ease your mind.

-

guilt.

it’s all you feel when you go home that night replaying moments with him again. the presence behind you while you tried to reach for a cup on a shelf, the brief second of when you felt his breath on your neck.

you feel guilty because yuji is tooth achingly sweet. he’s kind and his aura reminds you of a sunbeam. his attitude is almost childlike and almost always optimistic, always able to keep his cool when confronted with a minor inconvenience.

“fuck!” you curse as you scrub your skin, hot water and bubbles cascading down your body. even an hour later, he still plagues your mind.

an hour later and you can still feel his breath on your neck, the lingering touches on barely exposed skin, the slight dampness that had formed in your panties. it all started with flushed cheeks and fast heartbeats, but somehow this territory feels so wrong.

-

need help. come at 2. door’s unlocked.

“yuji?”

your concerned voice echoed throughout his cramped apartment. when there was no response, you entered, closing the door behind you and walking towards his bedroom. you hesitantly knocked, just in case he was sleeping. “come in!”

when you finally open the door, you’re met with the sight of yuji lying on his floor in a big t shirt, pajama pants, and countless homework assignments spread out on his table. “help?” you hummed with an amused expression planted on your face. “you were doing so well last time i was over, what happened?”

“just kind of lost motivation,” he sits up, his back leaning against the table, “professor miyagi assigned a shit ton of review of assignments and they’re all due this week. i may have procrastinated a little bit.” you laughed before squatting down until you were eye level with the boy. “you always have me to help you. professor miyagi tends to do that. it’s annoying, but i love the man.”

“nerd.” he muttered on his breath before you turned to him with a pout on your face, “guess i won’t help then.”

“take that back!” you immediately grabbed a pillow, aiming for his head. “i was joking!” he catches the pillow with ease, “i need some sort of motivation…” he trails off, his cheeks turning a bright red, something that you don’t fail to miss while he turns away in an attempt to hide them.

“oh, yeah?” you scoot closer until your arms rest on his knees, letting your head rest on top of them. you’re not exactly sure about where the uncharacteristically bold behavior came from, but it doesn’t change the fact that your heart is beating fast and your palms are definitely sweating. hopefully, he doesn’t notice. “what did you have in mind?”

“uh, i don’t know,” it seems as his voice gets quieter and quieter every time. it doesn’t seem like he’s completely at his usual confident levels, “i had something in my mind, but it was stupid.”

the small surge of courage races throughout your body when your face inches closer to his until your lips meet his. they’re soft and sweet, just like the man himself, and your heart melts when he cups your face into his bigger hands. pulling away, he’s wide eyed and giddy up to the point you entice him with an offer. “for each homework assignment done, we get to do that again, alright?’

though your foreheads are touching, you can make out the smirk on his face right before he gathers all of his things in order. the organization is sloppy, but if he understands it that’s all that really matters. while he scribbles down a series of numbers and equations, you lay on his bed, waiting for him to hand you something to check.

after ten minutes pass, he does and there’s a mistake, though you ignore it, opting to look at the problem for three seconds and tossing away the notebook instead. he doesn’t have time to process your legs straddling his lap, your soft lips melding into his.

his reaction is natural, hands coming down to your ass, giving a small squeeze as you grab his face with one hand, squishing his cheeks. his tongue swipes across your bottom lip and you let it enter your mouth, sucking on the pink muscle while he lets out a sweet moan. the sound fills you with a feeling of success, your crotch subtly grinding down on his lap.

you can feel something hardening under you, it’s unmistakable and it fills you with a sick sense of pride. yuji operates by instinct with every movement, the kisses are hungry and laced with need. another squeeze of your ass causes you to squeak while your hands keep him close.

you can’t think. you can’t feel.

your mind is completely empty because he’s overridden your senses from the feeling of his sloppy lips, the pretty noises he makes, the hard on that pokes through his jeans. eventually, he pulls away for air, heavy breaths that tickle your neck, his arms wrapping around your body.

you didn’t see a reason to deny him the help that he needed. and that included motivation.

“by the way, you got that problem wrong.”

“did we just make out for ten minutes for no reason?” he pouts as you laugh at his cute expression, “we made out cause i felt like it.”

“this doesn’t help with my homework motivation at all!” he crosses his arms, turning his back towards you. you wrap your arms around him, resting your head on his shoulder. you can hear the relieved sigh that leaves him and it encourages you to leave feather light kisses on the side of his neck, his body immediately relaxing.

“how ‘bout i give you a lil gift for finishing your assignments at the end of the week, hmm?” you suggest, your fingers interlacing with his. your hands trails down to palm his clothed length, your wet tongue dragging along the sweet spot of his neck up to his earlobe.

“a b- b- blow-” he manages to stutter out. you��re sure his brain is malfunctioned, but it only makes you feel triumphant when he pulls away and eagerly begins to write.