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cookiesupplier · 6 months

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Hell Ain't So Bad - Part One

pairing: Noah Sebastian x ofc (Ellie)

warnings/tropes: slow burn, smut (eventually), angst, fluff, mentions of death, mentions of torture, thoughts of religious ideology, and swearing. – potential more to be added at stories progression

summary: Ellie is lost in the world, homeless and has been out of the world for so long in her mind she has no idea what to do and nowhere to go.. When the perfect opportunity falls into her lap, she doesn’t want to pass it up.. Turns out though, it might be a little bit stranger than she ever expected. Who would have thought that one day, she’d end up working in hell itself.. And what does this even mean?

author’s note: This first part was originally written as Reader/first person, but re-edited as Ellie/third person as its what's I'm used do if I missed anything please, feel free to let me know. Unbetaed, readers beware..

Warning, this is a slow burn... I scream at my computer with slow burns... so how well I will handle my own slow burn I have absolutely no idea... lol but as per my notes... I can't even promise Ellie will even meet Noah for um. a. few. parts. Don't lynch me.

ALL COMMENTS ARE WELCOME. (my replies are broken I will reply via reblog to yours)

tags: Tags are open if anyone is interested.

The day Ellie sold her guitar was the beginning of the end. It had been all going down hill for a long time. Ellie knew, of course, she knew. The whole world knew it to be honest, it isn’t just her that was struggling but she had dropped out of college and had been picking up work wherever she could find it just to get by and pay rent. Ellie had even tried Only Fans, but not even taking off her clothes and videoing herself for strangers on the internet had gotten her the money she needed to keep her from the predicament that she was in now. Not being able to even pay her monthly phone bill had put a stop to uploading the videos and images to continuing getting money from Only Fans for the bill, she had tried to get around it, but trying to access the free wifi at the library had been nixed the moment the librarian saw exactly what she was doing.

Boy had Ellie been banned there so fast anyone would think steam was about to come out of the librarian’s ears.

She didn’t blame her for that, but a girl had to eat, and eventually, when she stopped uploading the little content she had managed to get to her account, the money that she had had coming in from her subscribers, had dried up very quickly, and then she had nothing to even scrounge for the slightest morsel of food. Ellie hadn’t eaten a decent meal in what felt like…

Screw what felt like. She hasn't had even a scrap of food that hasn’t been begged, stolen, or fished out of the garbage in weeks.

Months since it was anything but dollar packs of noodles. Dry unless Jake let her borrow his camp stove to cook them.. She always shared if he did. He brought the kettle camp stove, and she bought the noodles and they ate huddled under the overpass, pretending they weren’t homeless, down on their luck, beggars.. Bound to get chased away, or worse, the next time a cop patrol came riding by. Jake was a good egg though, he could get into a shelter so much easier than her, but he never went, always saying there was too much noise, too many people. He was a veteran with PTSD, he’d lost the lower half of one of his right leg last time he was on active duty, and she was always willing to listen to the story, even if she heard it every time they shared a pack of noodles.

It had been a few days.

The overpass.

Ellie wished she could say that actually sleeping here was a new development, but it had been where she had been calling home for some weeks now. There used to be a tent city in the park for so many like her, but then the council had decided that was an unlawful assembly and chased them out. Sadly in that chaos, Ellie had lost the, admittedly flimsy, tent covering that had kept her at the very least dry of the night. That had been a few weeks back. Now, the overpass was usually where she spent her nights.

If she was lucky.

That’s right, if she was lucky.

If she wasn’t, she would go out and look to find a park bench. The other option was possibly huddled up somewhere random in a shop stoop and praying to whatever deity out there, if there was any at all, and hoped that it didn’t rain, and she woke up before the shop owners got in and chased her away the next morning.

Not that it really mattered. She could never get properly warm anyway, despite the fact Ellie was wearing literally every layer of clothes that she hadn’t sold. She just couldn’t stay warm, and that cough she’d had for weeks now just didn’t want to go away. If she couldn’t afford a place to live, it wasn’t like she could afford the treatment the doctors said she needed. The free clinic was pointless. No, sorry, that was horrible of her to even think. No it wasn’t, It had a point, but so far the drugs they’d given her only seemed to help much for a short period of time, but at least they did help, for a little bit. Still, the cough was relentless, it always came back despite the fact she always tried to do what they told her. She tried everything she could to stay as dry, and as warm as she could. Unfortunately every time it came back, and it made sleeping extremely difficult when every night she woke up feeling like she was trying to cough up her lungs from her chest, barely able to breath. It felt like something was sitting on her chest.

Today, Ellie seemed to have dozed off mid afternoon, she didn’t remember doing it, but she must have with the way she awoke with a start this afternoon. She hadn’t even realized that she’d drifted off, damn she was so tired, it happened when her coughing got so bad that she couldn’t manage to sleep more than tiny cat naps.. Probably about time to go back to the free clinic and see if they could give her some more meds and get just a little bit of relief, even if it was only for another short time, anything was better than nothing.

Waking up coughing, she raised a gloved hand to her mouth.

It was instinct.

Who didn’t cover their mouth when they coughed?

However, the pressure in her chest, the ache, the pain in her throat, then the drops of blood that she spots on her fingers when she struggles to pull a breath in and drop her hand from her mouth as the coughing eases slightly.. And her stomach drops.

Fuck.

That isn’t good.

Definitely free clinic time.

“Hey, you okay?”

Looking up from her hand, Ellie’s fingers closing in a fist quick as she swallows looking to the frankly clean, neat, man with bright eyes, a kind smile, more than a few tattoos, blonde short hair and is squatting down to her level,

“Ye-”

Ellie’s voice was rough, her throat feeling like a cheese grater from the coughing, but clearing her throat a little bit gently she continued,

“Yea, just really tired, I’m probably just getting a cold.”

Liar. Bold faced liar. She sees the man smile a little more, glad he accepts the white lie. Least she hopes he does anyway.

“Best get you to the clinic then.. Here, have a sandwich until then, fill that belly, and when you go, maybe check this place out too, it’s right across the street, I have a buddy over there, I think he could help you. Ask for Nicholas. He’s one of the nicer ones, I promise.”

That smile was winning as he stood up and walked the way he came. Ellie saw it then, the truck he was walking towards, he came from a homeless shelter.

She didn’t recognize the name though, that was weird. Looking at the card, the writing was fuzzy, like her eyes weren’t working properly for a second, and, and then the words formed. Oh, there it went. Huh. It was an unemployment agency. That’s funny, she thought she’d been to every single one in the city, she didn’t recognize this one either. That was really strange, he wasn’t acting like he was new to the area. New people had this way about them, she'd noticed, very buddy buddy, trying to be everyone's best friend. Now this guy, yes he’d been nice, but then he’d left her with the sandwich, holding the card in her hand, slightly blood smeared from her fingers, and then gone back about his work.. Like he was an old hand at this.

Looking down at the card, Ellie sighed. Nicholas.

Well, she obviously needed to go to the clinic anyway right. Even if she had a strange feeling about it, Ellie tucked the card into her ratty jeans pocket and opened up the sandwich. She’d only eat half now and save the other half for tomorrow, for before she’d go and see if she could get in at the clinic.

Ellie had been waiting hours to get in at the clinic.

Just her luck. There were too many people and she had already this morning been waiting there for so long that she knew she would end up sleeping on the front stoop if she continued on trying to wait to see a doctor. No matter how many times she tried to get the nurses attention, there was always someone who was yelling louder than her, and not even when she had another coughing fit did that get her attention..

It was late afternoon by the time that Ellie was finally taking a time out from the chaos and a short break to get some fresh air by the door, just trying to breathe, that you spotted the friendly man from the day before.. Waving at you from the building across the road.. That was where he’d said the agency was, across the road.

He was waving her over.

Glancing back into the clinic, she’d be waiting here for hours still and she knew it, and she wasn't even sure the nurse had ever put her name on the list of patients despite already being here, for hours already. Signing in this morning had been the strangest thing, she’d set the intake form down, and yet, nothing.

Walking across the street towards the guy, he was still smiling..

“I was wondering when you’d arrive.”

So, he was that sure she’d come, strange. Swallowing, her throat hurt so much from all the coughing, but she didn’t want to complain, not if she could get a job, any job right now would be better than nothing.

“Come on in, I’m Steven by the way, let’s find Nick, he’s the guy for you, I know it.”

Ellie followed him, she felt obliged to this time, not sure why, like she was being tugged along. The building wasn’t anything strange, just an office building.

“Ah, here we go, right though here.. Nicholas Ruffilo. He'll be able to help you.”

Well, here goes nothing. What did she have to lose right?

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

#bad omens #fanfiction #bad omens cult #bad omens band #original character #original female character #noah sebastian #nicholas ruffilo #bad omens au #angst #homelessness

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hee0soo · 9 months

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Style

Request: heyyyyy can u write a seonghwa fic inspired by the song “Style” by taylor swift :) he gives me swiftie vibe so yeah LOL. u can write it based off the lyrics or whatever vibe you get when u listen to the song <3 thank uu - anon

Note: Hey, so i based this on the lyrics of *You got that long hair, slicked back, white T-shirt and i got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt* I hope you still like it :)

Disclaimer: this fic is written and copyrighted by ©hee0soo on tumblr. do not rewrite or repost on any other plattforms without my permission.

It all started when Hongjoong came up to you in the library, highly red in the face, with smoke seemingly coming out of his ears and a seemingly very annoyed Seonghwa hot on his heels!

The blue haired boy was practically steaming as he forced his friend to sit with you at the table.

Notes, markers and various books spread out in front of you while you looked at your very angry study partner with confusion.

“Uhm, what is going on?” you asked, a little helpless as you tried to understand the situation you found yourself in.

Hongjoong sent Seonghwa a nasty look before his face softened as he turned to you.

“y/n! Please take this one of my hands or I will throttle him soon!”

He stated and dropped down in the other chair next to his companion.

It must have shown that you still didn´t understand what was going on. How could you even?

Hongjoong and Seonghwa were best friends, that much you knew and you also knew that the younger of the two had taken to tutoring in between the study sessions he held with you, classes and hanging out with his friends.

What you didn´t know was, what this had to do with you and why he was coming to you for it!

“You see, I was trying to explain to help Hwa with his homework, but it seems as if this one-“he shot the other a look, causing him to roll his eyes.

“-is a. either being an idiot on purpose or b. truly not capable of understanding even one thing I try to explain to him! I know that you know your stuff so can you /please/ take this one of my hands and help him pass our calculus class?”

You honestly didn´t know what to say to his question, but it seemed to Hongjoong that your silence was enough of an agreement in his eyes as he quickly thanked you, jumped up and hurried away, leaving you with a disgruntled Seonghwa.

While you shared some classes with him, you couldn´t remember ever having held a conversation with the boy now seated right there with you.

It made sense as you and him honestly couldn´t be any more different!

Seonghwa was the bad boy who didn´t give a fuck about if he passed his classes, the one who came to school dressed in leather and on his motorbike, often still smelling like smoke from his cigarette and hopping from party to party on the weekend…

He was the bachelor every girl was drooling over!

You weren´t blind! Of course you could see that he was attractive and if you were being honest, you too had a minor crush on him you kept to yourself!

And now that you were sitting in front of him, starring at him with wide eyes and not knowing how to process the situation, while he glared at the table in front of him. It seemed like he was trying to set your notes on fire with his gaze!

“Sooo…” you trailed off to break the uncomfortable silence.

“What do you need help with?”

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It had take a while for him to warm up to you when he understood that Hongjoong in fact, was not joking about not tutoring him anymore but soon you got to see a side of him , you were sure was reserved for his friends. Not that you were close enough to be considered friends.

Seeing him warm up to you, showing the little nerdy quirks he hid underneath all that leather and hairspray, like his love for Lego and star wars or animal crossing, it made your heart flutter.

The way he looked at you with his big round boba eyes when you explained something was the cutest thing and it reminded you of a child waiting to open his Christmas present. To say he was distracting you in these moments was an understatement!

Who knew that the big bad wolf was in reality a soft boy!

The biggest surprise however was when he asked you to hang out with him and the rest of his friends and even more surprising was how he never seemed to let anyone sit next to you. Hongjoong being the rare exception!

Easily accepting you as part of their group, the others became close friends with you. Wooyoung and San even going as far as to drop by and pick you up from your house every now and then!

How they found out where you lived, they wouldn´t say…

The first time it happened however, you had a very pouty Seonghwa suddenly sitting down next to you in class the next day.

“I heard you were hanging out with the devil duo yesterday…”

You didn´t know where the sudden urge to kiss the pout away came from and instead starred at him with wide eyes, not knowing how to answer to this.

“Well yeah, they came by to take me to get ice cream. Why are you asking?”

“I could have taken you to get some too!”

“And disappoint your female entourage with the fact that you weren´t hanging out with them?”

You weren´t oblivious to the fact that majority of the female student body was glaring at you 99% of the time and neither were you oblivious enough to not notice how his, let’s call them “encounters” with said females, had gone down drastically.

It got to a point where you wondered if you were taking up too much of his time! On the other hand you felt not the slightest bit guilty about him not fucking around!

That didn´t mean that his other habits of partying, smoking or drinking stopped and you didn´t want it to. Who were you to demand a change of heart from him after all?

Unbeknownst to you, he made sure to not overdo it should you ever need him.

Seonghwa also started to bring a second helmet for his bike, often driving you home or taking you to get coffee after school. When he had presented it to you, you had immediately felt butterflies fluttering around your stomach.

But it weren´t just the jealous girls who had taken notice of your growing friendship with the self labeled badboy which quickly came to your attention when your parents had called you down from your room to meet them in the kitchen.

The serious look they wore on their faces made you cautious enough to slowly enter the room.

“What´s going on here?” you asked carefully but your mom only pointed at the chair standing across from her and your dad standing behind her.

To you, it felt a little bit like an interrogation.

“Sit down honey, your father and I have to talk to you about something.”

You plopped down on the chair, unsure what you were supposed to say. You wanted to cut this as short as possible because you knew Seonghwa and the others were waiting for you at your usual hangout spot.

“Sure, but I’ll have to leave soon cause I’m gonna meet the others-“

“Yes we know and that´s exactly what we want to talk about.”

The confusion must have shown on your face.

“Your dad and I are a little worried about your, friendship, with those boys honey. We were okay with your study sessions with their leader and even when you started tutoring that Park boy, we didn´t want to say anything because it seemed innocent enough. But now you´re hanging out with them almost constantly and we are worried about you!”

You stayed silent. The words of your mother had to be processed first before you could give her an answer that wasn´t absolute gibberish.

“I don´t get why tho! My grades haven´t dropped at all and I’m not doing anything stupid.”

“Yet. You´re not doing anything stupid, yet! Honey there is a reason why majority of the people try to avoid them and we really don´t understand how or why they suddenly started to invite you along but we would really appreciate if you stopped all encounters with them. That means hanging out and your study group and tutoring!”

“The reason why everyone is avoiding them is because they´re judging them! Just like you are doing right now!”

“Please understand where we are coming from. Do you really want to be associated with someone who smokes? Who drives a bike? Who has a new piece of arm candy every few days?”

It hit you like lightning. This wasn´t about hanging out with the group! This was about Seonghwa because you knew for a fact that he was the only one who drove a bike. Hongjoong, Yunho, Yeosang and Jongho didn´t smoke. And San, Mingi and Wooyoung were all dating someone!

“Mom, this is about Hwa right? Not about the group.”

The silence that followed told you everything you needed to know.

Sensing your anger slowly brewing underneath your skin, your father tried to calm you.

“You have to understand that we just want you to stay away from boys like him and-“

“Stop! There is no “Boys like him” okay? You don´t know him but I do! At least better than most! And do you know why that is? Because I listen to what he has to say! I don´t look at him and see leather, make up or a bike! I see someone who gets excited over puppys, playing with legos or tries to style cat ears into his hair! That´s who I see!”

The unwillingness of the tow adults to understand where you were coming from frustrated you like nothing else!

How could they justify judging a boy just from what he looked like?

“No that´s what he tries to make you believe! Honey we know boys like that and that´s not who he is! And that´s not who you are either! This? Him? Isn´t your Style at all!” Your mother hissed angrily.

Not being able to stand the animosity any longer, you quickly jumped out of your chair to escape the kitchen altogether.

“Where are you going?!” You heard her yell after you.

“OUT!”

With that, you slipped into the nearest pair of shoes, grabbed your keys and your phone and slammed the door behind you shut.

Not knowing if you wanted to scream or cry after the encounter, you decided to walk around the neighborhood to calm yourself down. You didn´t feel like meeting the others anymore as you just didn´t have the energy to handle them anymore.

The argument having completely drained you at this point!

Tears you hadn´t been able to hold back were rolling down your face, staining your cheeks and making them glisten in the light of the sinking sun

You didn´t even notice the moon slowly creeping up on you and you shivered as a light breeze seemed to hug your forlorn figure.

Not knowing how long you were wandering around, you looked at your silenced phone. It was way past the time you were supposed to meet the others and the amount of unread messages and missed calls you had gotten was alarming!

You couldn´t bring yourself to care. What your parents had said was weighing on you more than you thought possible.

The way they had basically trash talked Seonghwa and in conclusion the others was sitting heavily in your gut.

They didn´t know him, was what you told yourself, so they couldn´t know the truth!

The screen of your phone lit up once more.

Incoming call from Hwa (✿◠‿◠)

You didn´t have it in you to ignore him more than you already had and when you finally picked up, you were barely able to get a word out without your voice cracking.

*Hwa?*

*y/n? Sunshine where are you? Are you okay?*

You hummed, hoping that the boy on the other end of the line wouldn´t be able to pick up on your less than good mood!

He did tho!

*Please Sunshine, tell me what´s going on and where you are?*

Looking at your surroundings, you recognized the park you had ended up at.

You had gotten a lot further than you had expected!

Telling him where you were, you didn´t wait for his answer before hanging up and sitting down at the foot of one of the trees growing there.

On the other end of the call, Seonghwa hurriedly jumped out of his seat, almost spilling bowl of snacks all over Yeosang in the process.

The other boy whined a bit but quickly got soother by Wooyoung who smothered him with playful affection.

Hongjoong who had listened to the short call shook his head at his best friend.

At the questioning looks of the others he just said “Whipped!”

The boy in question had quickly thrown on his jacket, grabbed his helmet in passing and sped out of the apartment.

It felt like he was driving for hours when I reality it was only of 10-15 minute drive but when he finally saw you, the crushing weight of worry fell off of his shoulders.

Abandoning his bike on the side of the road, he ran over to you, eyeing the hunched over figure of yours and he could feel his heart break!

Tear tracks were still very much visible on your skin, knees pulled as close to your chest as you could and you starred into the distance, seemingly not noticing him in your line of sight.

“Hey…”

His voice was soft as to not startle you and he quietly sat down next to you, shoulder almost touching yours.

You didn´t answer but you laid your head on his leather clad side, basking in the warmth he brought with him.

Noticing the shiver going through your body, Seonghwa wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer.

“What´s wrong huh? Where did my sunshine go?”

You could have melted at the deep gentle drawl of his voice.

Turning your face to hide it in the curve of his neck, you whimpered, barely audible, “Just hold me please…”

And so he did.

The two of you sat there in silence for sometime before you pulled away.

Seonghwa immediately began to miss the feeling of you pressed against him.

“Sorry.”

“No. It´s okay sunshine. You just really worried me today. Are you okay?”

The boy grabbed your hand in his, brushing his thumb over your knuckles ever so gracefully.

You looked down at your joined hands and the butterflies came back full force.

“It´s nothing, I just fought with my parents and was a little out of it.”

It was Seonghwa´s turn to hum in acknowledgement now.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Shaking your head, you turned to look at his face.

The boy was looking at you with worry stricken features and it was like a punch to the gut.

Like this, he was towering over you just the slightest bit and you had to tilt your head to look at his handsome face. The boy was looking incredibly ethereal in that moment and you couldn´t help but raise the hand he wasn´t holding to gently run your digits over his face.

You let your fingers trail over his cheekbone down to chin and over his lower lip.

Seonghwa had to suppress a surprised moan as to not scare you away. It felt nice and he the urge that had made itself known over time, to press his lips onto yours grew with every second until he finally gave in. Eyes falling shut in the process.

It was just a gentle press of his mouth against yours; not wanting to come across as demanding or overwhelming and he wanted to give you enough freedom to pull away if wanted but that didn´t happen.

While you hadn´t expected him t actually kiss you, you couldn´t say that he action was unwanted. In fact, it was very much welcomed!

The moment was cut short when Seonghwa pulled away, leaving not even an inch of space between you and you could feel his hot breath against your skin, brown eyes fluttering open again.

“I´m sorry I-“

Not giving him a chance to finish his sentence, you surged forward, catching him by surprise again to get another kiss in. This one deeper and more desperate in comparison to the peck from before!

Your forehead was leaning against his and you let your hand fall down to his neck, not wanting to let him go again until the two of you needed to breathe again.

Both of you were panting and Seonghwa had to clear his throat before being able to speak. He sounded hoarse and it sparked a little bit of pride inside you for being the reason of it.

“Please don´t apologize! Not for this! I like you to much for this to be a mistake…”

“It´s not! Not to me!”

Hearing his words made you relax instantly. It was like a weigh dropped from your shoulders, you didn´t even know was there!

“What do you want then?” he continued.

And there really was only one answer you could give.

“You! Cause you´re exactly my Style!"

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diorgirl444 · 4 months

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hi flo!! 💗 could i get a matchup for newsies please? thank you <333

neige, female • she/her, straight.

i have long brown hair, i usually wear it down or in a high ponytail. i have brown eyes, freckles hmm and i’m also like 5’4. my aesthetic is pretty casual? i like wearing flare jeans and simple tops and lots of jewellery. like feminine, casual + ‘90s-2000s. i wear lots of brown but i love bright colours (esp red, pink & blue). sundresses in the summer >>

i’m really shy, quiet, and reserved. it takes me a while to open up to people, but once i do i’m definitely more talkative and expressive. i love to read. i’d say my love language is physical touch and words of affirmation! i can be pretty stubborn and pessimistic sometimes, but i always try my best to be kind and have an open heart. i’m normally really anxious or nervous. i love to bake, listen to music, watch films and learn about mythology and folklore! i rlly like researching about random stuff, i love information lol.

i love the arts, even thought i’m not the best at them. i’m a homebody 100%, but i do enjoy going on small adventures, especially with someone i’m close too. i love nature!!

likes: baby pink. nature. jazz. animals. poetry. paintings. obscure history. science. museums. chocolate cheesecake. laying in bed all day. jellycats. cooking. adventure parks. quiet libraries. dusty blue skies. old hollywood films. collaging.

dislikes: people with no manners. people who are arrogant and talk down to others. bigots. anyone who hates on someone else for their interests. lasagna. melted cheese. white chocolate.

hi neige i’m so happy that your one of my first requests! and newsies no less!!! i hope i can make this as lovely and historically accurate as you deserve it to be.

your perfect matchup is 𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐚 💌

𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 <3

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝟐 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 <3

so i literally had to show your my request to my irl friend who also likes newsies in order to choose your newsies bf because you literally could of had so many of them. but the minute she mentioned albert it dawned on me. like he would literally be so perfect for you.

i’m obsessed with the “she fell first but he fell harder” trope and i cannot explain it but i just know it’d be how your relationship would develop. i think you’d probably be working in a bakery and come rain or shine he’d always be outside hawking his newspapers so naturally you start to develop a little crush on him. nothing serious you just think he’s cute that’s all.

but that all changes on one day when it’s bitterly cold and you see him outside shivering, his pretty cheeks flushed from the cold and even his voice as he hollers out lacks it’s normal confident charamisa. because of the weather your business is slow too so you are sure your mother won’t mind if you hand out one simple steaming hot bagel fresh from the oven just to warm him up. and when he sees you he’s drawling out in that thick manhattan accent of his “you’re real sweet miss but i couldn’t take that from you” though he’s eyeing the bagel hungrily and you know full well he survives on a diet of very little so you shake your head and gently force it into his hand. your fingers brushing as you do, making your face smile shyly at him your cheeks turning pink and are you imaging it or his cold cheeks suddenly more red then they were a minute ago? but then your disappointment your mother calls you in before you can say anything else and the moment’s over. :(

the next time you see him out there you’re a bit more confident. the sun’s shining and though your palms are sweating from nerves you smile brightly at him and pass him another bagel this time filled with cream cheese and wrapped in brown parchment as maybe you prepared it with the hope that he’d come back not that you’d ever admit that. either way it’s worth it because his whole face lights up as he takes it and he calls you “his angel”. not just “an” angel but “his” which sends an immediate excited stream of butterflies in your tummy that you do your best to repress.

and after he’s long left and you’re packing up shop he returns with a beautiful posy of little flowers as a gift for you. he tells you that he can’t afford to pay you for the food but he hopes to repay you in pretty trinkets and items that he finds on his walks. you of course insist that he doesn’t have to but he tells you that it’s the least he can do - that he only wishes he could bring you more expensive things. this quickly becomes your pattern - you bring him treats, strawberry tarts, lavender cream puffs and lemon meringues, various sweet experiments that you’ve tested and he in turn gifts posies of flowers, pretty ribbons and shiny pebbles. you teasingly call him a magpie and he just retorts with calling you his angel again.

albert is easy to love - he’s kind and charming and funny and a bit of troublmaker so it doesn’t surprise you when you realise that silly little crush has blossomed into a deep rooted affection for him. it hurts though, feeling so deeply for him and convinced he doesn’t feel the same, hurts so much that sometimes you think it would be better to push him away but you know you couldn’t one glance at that lopsided grin and you’re stuck like glue. so you suppose it’ll be this way forever, this endless dance of hopeless adoration - you can live with that you tell yourself. it pains you but you can live with that. if only you knew it hurts him even more.

he tells you when the two of you are out at coney island, the two of you had saved up your wages, you had packed lunches, he had paid for the train tickets - just like a real couple would of done. and you spend the day eating so much candy floss that you feel queasy, childish laughter spilling from your lips on daring rides and eagerly trying to beat each other in western themed shooting games. it’s so close to be a perfect day and honestly you feel horribly selfish for wanting more. you ought to be satisfied but oh god you’re not.

it’s dark when he tells you, the two of you sat in the compact third class carriage of the train, not the most romantic setting but you hardly mind. nor particularly do you mind the undignified way that he tells you, there’s no fancy words or flowery gestures, just good honest affection when he turns to you and quietly asks “you don’t know i love you do you neige?” tearfully you shake your head. you can’t manage anything more and matter of factly he says “well i do. i ain’t never loved anybody in my whole life the way i love you. won’t you be my girl, angel?” and god you’re a mess after that. sobbing as you feverishly nod and he’s gently kissing your tears away before kissing you softly on the lips. and the rest as they say is history.

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 <3

ok i actually think it’s not that different from when your friends because both of you were just friends with repressed feelings anyways so like it’s a very similar vibe as how you two got together just now you have the added bonus of being able to kiss or hug each other whenever you want.

he loves watching you bake, not in a creepy way he just thinks you look so cute when your eyebrows furrow and your lips part in concentration - god how he loves you. tried to do it with you once but the pair of you just ended up covered in flour and the cookies got burn so it’s better for you to bake and him to watch. sometimes as you wait for the desserts to cool, he’ll slow dance with you to sweet love songs on the gramophone.

he also knows how to braid your hair. this is because i feel that he taught himself how so that originally he could look after the little girl newsies but now he has you he uses them to learn complex braids and then does them on you which of course you adore.

i feel like albert, because he grew up with only brothers and his father, he’s incredibly touchstarved so he’s constantly lavishing you with physical affection but the minute you give him any he’s absolutely melting at your touch it’s so sweet.:( the first time you kiss him i bet he literally tears up a little bit.

he’s soo nervous for you to meet the other newsies at first as he’s convinced when you do they’ll tell you all the stupid things he’s done in the past and you won’t wanna be with him anymore but actually it’s the opposite. of course racetrack regales you with a few embarrassing stories but mainly they just tell you how happy they are that you walked into albert’s life they also want to know if you’ll bake them anything as they’ve heard a lot about your baking.

also don’t worry the little gifts that he used to bring you don’t stop it’s just that now their more clearly romantic like oh it’s not just a pretty stone- it’s now a pretty stone thats heart shaped because you’re his heart or something sweet like that.

and now his wages are going towards saving up to buy an apartment for the two of you. he hopes that one day the pair of you can live together with the laughter of children, smells of sweet treats and filled to the very brim with love. whenever he’s feeling down working on his feet all day he just has to remind himself of this and then he’s fine. all he has to find now is a ring!

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 <3

hope you like it! xoxo, flo <3

#diorgirl444 #flo answers #mutuals <3 #neige <3 #matchups open #matchup request #albert dasilva #newsies #albert dasilva x reader #newsies x reader

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hi bestie i have QUESTIONS!! congrats on a great year for writing ❤️ and also a great year because i got to meet you ❤️

1. favorite fic you wrote this year

3. favorite line/scene you wrote this year

23. fics you wanted to write but didn’t

Howdy Rowan and thank you!! I'm so happy we met 🫂 You’re def a big reason I kept creating this year!

1. favorite fic you wrote this year This is tough but I think… and it’s peaceful in the deep. I’m proud of it because I planned it more than most fics I write lol, and I am really happy with the end result. I think a lot of times i kind of miss the mark with what I originally intended… I do like that because I like seeing what results and what people take away from it. But with this fic, I told the story I originally intended to tell, and I was really proud of that focus.

23. fics you wanted to write but didn’t I went trawling in the trenches for this lol, I forget a lot of ideas when I move on from them. I had a Mass Effect longfic I started that went through all the games, and I ended up doing the same thing as I did for DA, using it as a springboard… I think I also had some Bollywood fics I never finished, and two separate DA modern AU/romcom-type things that lost steam. (One was supposed to be an exchange fic inspired by Four Weddings and a Funeral, but I couldn't get it to work in time) I also had a western AU for DA that fizzled out, so that’s fun.

3. favorite line/scene you wrote this year From the care and feeding of lovebirds… I think I’ve posted this before, but I really like the vibes lol:

Simran puts a disc into the player—Madonna, The Cranberries, The Goo Goo Dolls, she’s squirreling them away with a little part of each paycheck.

Maybe once a week, she’ll put on one of her old tapes, something swing, or one of her father’s songs—she listens to them for only half a minute or so before she has to switch them off, and only when she’s alone, only when she can put the hurt away for later. She can never seem to hide these things from Raj. She only has one tape from her father, and it's been in the box long enough it's beginning to gather the lightest layer of dust.

Raj comes through the door just as the soft chords of “Linger” filter into the air, dripping water into the entryway. She can imagine him standing on the mat, beads of water on his coat catching the hallway light as he slips out of his shoes, and it’s all a poem: the rolling thunder underscoring the music, the fat drops rolling down the leaves and pouring from their waxy surfaces—

—right onto her face, and she opens her eyes to find Raj grinning down at her, his dimples on full display as a trickle of water disappears down her blouse.

“Chi—“ she scolds him as she pushes his head away, “I’ll have to clean all that up—“

“I’ll mop it,” he promises, folding one hand over hers where it still rests on his face. He presses his cheek to hers and she can smell his cologne, shivers at the cold dampness of his chest pressing into her back as she lets her eyes fall shut again.

“Come here,” she gently urges, tugging at his hand until he circles the sofa and sits next to her, and then until he lies down with her, both of them hopelessly wet now and bringing the upholstery down with them.

“How was it?”

“It was good,” she whispers, enjoying the soft puffs of his breath on her skin. “I liked the passage they picked.” She came home straight after the exam, the rain discouraging her from any larks to a cafe or the library.

“I was going to stop by the bakery on the way home, but this is an even sweeter surprise,” he says in a syrupy voice. She scoffs even while her chest flushes with warmth.

“Do you want me here waiting for you every day?” she teases.

“As nice as it would be to be greeted by the moon herself every night,” and he brushes a kiss across her cheek as she laughs, “Never. I’d never want to take you from school like that. From your life.”

“You’re my life, too.”

“Not like that,” he says, his voice so fond that she feels she could do anything right now and he’d not have a word against her. “Do you want to order in for dinner?” And he’s off to the latest banal concern, and she’ll never quite get used to how he sees the world, flipping through matters of such gravity and the smallest things like flicking on a switch.

“It’s not Friday.” Can we afford it, will we be good enough to cook Friday instead—

“We can swing it,” he says. “You like Indian?”

She tosses her pillow at his head.

#thank you bestie!!#i can't believe it's been a year #my writing

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ageless-aislynn · 1 year

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Rules || Share 10 facts about yourself and tag 10 other blogs! I want to get to know my mutuals, and the people I follow a little bit :) The facts can be about anything!

Tagged by @mrtobenamedlater, thank you!

1. I vid by using a lot of line-of-sight, meaning I find the beat I want the action to match on the audio line and line it up that way. I, of course, also watch the video/audio preview window but, for fine tuning the beat use, I rely on line-of-sight to get things hitting when I want it to. Hopefully. 🤞😣🤞😂

Here, have a random cap of “Like Ghosts” (John/Kai, Halo) as it was in progress. 😉

2. Once I finish my WIPs, I plan on taking a sabbatical from writing. I’m honestly not sure for how long, I’ll have to see how I feel when I get there. Right now, that means, over on the Halo side of the Field of WIPs, finishing “15 Minutes” and “Recreation” and, for the Flash, “The Price,” “Guardian Angel”, “Split” (temp name for final fic in the Ghost of Eobard Thawne series) and whatever I can come up with for the final Snowells Week for this year.

3. I now have way more games in my Steam library than I’ll ever play in my life.

This is mostly because of how I like to play. I like to get to know a game, to become familiar and comfortable with it. This is why the Halo MCC was perfect for me: I can replay something like Reach a million times and either do exactly what I usually do and STILL have something unexpected happen or I can try out something totally new and different. Like, I had no idea for the longest time that you can save the Troop ‘hog on ONI: Sword Base, the one that drives across the way and gets blown up by the Wraiths as soon as the door opens when you pick up the target locator. But you can TOTALLY save it (with the Acrophobia skull and a plasma pistol 😉) and drive it all of the way through the rest of the mission with a full load of 3 marines and Kat along with you until you reach the elevator section! It will be on fire the entire time but its health is fine, it’s all just cosmetic. So I always save the Troop ‘hog now, unless I have a reason to need a Warthog with a turret on it. I love my Flamin’ Troop ‘hog! I named it Trooper because I’m original and unique. 😎👍

If I have to not save them, I always dramatically exclaim, “NOOOO, MAH BOYS!!!” when Trooper goes boom. 😭😭😭 We also pause to acknowledge Trooper’s destroyed shell when we return to the base later. 😥😉

Anyway, playing like this means I’ll replay one game over and over and, with long games, well... I can spend a LOT of time on them, rather than “one and done” playthroughs and move on to the next one. I just find this more fun than always learning something new. 🤷‍♀️

4. I wish I could take good photos of my action figures but I have a lack of decent light, a serious need for a tripod or something to steady my camera and I could definitely use some cool or interesting backdrop/dioramas. 😕

5. Speaking of action figures, my Master Chief in his Olaf bathrobe is one I’m always going to keep right next to me. I think of him as my Cozy Chief, lol.

6. This is my most popular vid on Youtube. It’s 14 years old and was a request.

youtube

7. I think this is a GIF I’m going to get a lot of use out of

I feel like I buffer a lot these days, lol!

8. I listen to a lot of ASMR and I highly recommend it if you have trouble sleeping, need something to listen to while you work or study that is “background noise-ish” or if you have anxiety. If you’ve tried before and didn’t like it or didn’t find it helpful, I also really recommend trying different types. There’s tapping, scratching, mic noises, nature sounds, no talking, whispering, fast, slow, roleplays... Honestly, it’s kinda endless at this point, lol! Headphones recommended as well to get the best effect, IMO. Oh and an ad blocker because there’s nothing worse than drifting to sleep at long last and then HERE, BUY THIS PRODUCT!!!! blares you back awake. 😱🤬😉

9. This is the most recent Barbie I bought. She’s sooooo pretty and has a real, knitted sweater!

(Barbie Extra #20 😉)

My mom and I started collecting Barbies in the last year of her life and it makes me feel closer to her, especially if I find something I know she would’ve liked or if I get a great deal on something. Or whenever I find a Barbie shoe pack, lol. I can still hear her telling me, “We need more shoes! Barbie never has too many shoes!” and those are some trufax right there. 😉

10. I’ve struggled to find interesting answers for this that I haven’t told you over and over before. So in lieu of a (nonexistent 😛😉) cool final fact about me, here’s a hug to carry you on your way today.

Tagging: anybody who’d like to do this *boops your nose politely* 😉🤗💖

#10 facts about yourself #tag game #barbie #master chief #action figures #halo: reach #vidding #random #ageless aislynn

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daswarschonkaputt · 2 years

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WIP Wednesday: Quirk Counselling

Wednesday is here!

This week is BNHA fic. I’ve never posted fic for this fandom before, but I read a lot of it, lol.

Quirk Counselling

The very last thing Izuku wants is to spend three hours each week lying through his teeth to a highly-qualified quirk scientist. Aizawa had been insistent, however: complete the counselling, or be permanently benched. An AU where Bakugou outs Izuku as apparently quirkless that first day, and he’s sent to mandatory quirk counselling.

Izuku doesn’t really want to be here.

On the surface, at least, the office isn’t threatening. There’s a bookshelf pushed against the far wall, crammed with titles Izuku recognises from his own library habits: Quirks of Fate by Shibutani Morio, Singularity by Anderson Watanabe, and even a pristine set of all twelve volumes of Hideaki’s Quirk Encyclopedia. The desk that sits in front of it is cluttered with trinkets and photo frames, as well as the occasional post-it note bearing such illuminating contents as, “BUY MILK” and “DO NOT FORGET MILK AGAIN”.

At the opposite end of the room, underneath a faded poster showing a coastline somewhere foreign, are two plush armchairs. That’s where Izuku is right now, wondering what it would take for the cushion beneath him to swallow him whole.

The door to the room opens. Izuku readies his best “I’m not about to spend two hours feeding you bullshit” smile and stands up just in time to catch a tray of drinks with his good arm before it can topple out of Niiya-sensei’s hands.

“Oh!” she says, righting the tray in her hands. “Thank you, Midoriya-kun.”

Izuku nods. Niiya-sensei sets the tray down on the edge of her desk and unloads its contents – a mug of steaming coffee for herself, and a glass of water for Izuku. She shuffles around the small room, grabbing a pad of paper and a pen from a drawer in her desk, before finally settling in the chair opposite Izuku.

“Right,” she says, blowing a strand of hair out of her face. “How are you today? Beyond the obvious, that is.” She nods at his right arm, bandaged and secured in a medical sling courtesy of Recovery Girl.

“I’m fine,” Izuku says. “It doesn’t hurt.”

It’s only a partial lie. The pain rates relatively low on Izuku’s scale, which maybe isn’t something to be proud of given that said scale has recently been extended to “shattered every bone in his arm and both his legs”.

Still. If he doesn’t move much he can mostly ignore it.

“That’s good,” Niiya-sensei says. “So, to start us off, I thought we could do introductions. I’ll tell you a little about me, and about these sessions, and then you can tell me about yourself and your Quirk. Does that sound okay?”

Izuku doesn’t really have much of a choice about his answer. “Sure,” he says, and tries to twist his lips into an easy smile.

He knows without looking at Niiya-sensei that he’s fallen a little short.

“I don’t suppose it will help you much if I tell you that you don’t have to be nervous,” she says. “At the very least, I’m not nearly as scary as your homeroom teacher.”

Izuku doesn’t think that being less scary than Aizawa-sensei is a particularly difficult achievement. Niiya-sensei looks at the very least like she gets enough sleep each night, and is markedly less pissed off by his presence.

She shakes her head. “Let’s just get the boring stuff out of the way, then. I’m Niiya Aiko and I’m the Quirk counsellor held on retainer by UA and a number of other Hero schools. Unlike most people in my profession, I specialise in working with teenagers and young adults, which is why I work with a lot of Hero students. I have a whole slew of fancy qualifications that I’ve helpfully displayed all around the room, a little because I needed to fill the wall space, but mostly because I’m pretty proud of them.”

Izuku would probably display his degree, too, if it were from the University of Tokyo. It’s in Quirk science, as well, the most competitive course they offer. The acceptance rate is less than ten per cent – lower still for women – and Izuku only knows as much because his mother had started trying to subtly push him towards the field a few years ago.

It wouldn’t have mattered. Even if Izuku hadn’t been hopelessly preoccupied with the futile dream of Heroics, the Quirk science course at Toudai instituted a mandatory Quirk disclosure policy five years ago. Almost immediately, the acceptance numbers for quirkless students dropped into single figures.

“You were falsely identified as quirkless, right?”

Izuku looks up from his lap. “Yes,” he says. There’s no point lying now. Kacchan well and truly outed him.

Niiya-sensei looks pensive. “Were you ever x-rayed for the vestigial toe joint?” she asks. “Most doctors these days won’t confirm quirklessness without it.”

Izuku hesitates. There’s the truth, that they x-rayed his foot, and that that one tiny extra bone was enough to make his childhood crumble around him. That his mother sobbed into his hair, that his friends turned on him, that his teachers alternated between treating him with indifference and distaste.

Then, there’s the lie. No x-ray. An overzealous diagnosis from an elderly doctor, who should have investigated further. A childhood broken for no reason other than laziness.

“It’s fine if you don’t remember,” Niiya-sensei says, breaking him out of his contemplation. “It was a long time ago. I’ll write to your doctor’s surgery for your Quirk file, see what they tested you for. It should give us a better idea of the general shape of your Quirk.”

Izuku swallows dryly. “What would it mean…” He clenches the hand of his good arm. “What would it mean if they had x-rayed me and I do have the toe joint?”

Niiya-sensei shrugs. “Not that much, practically speaking,” she says. “It’s rare, but we do have recorded cases of people with Quirks who also possess the toe joint. Most of the cases are from people with fewer generations between them and the Quirk origin phenomenon. The main thing would be that it would be indicative of what we call a meta-genetic mutation event.”

Izuku’s spiralling thoughts don’t so much grind to a halt as they do switch direction. “You mean the same process that caused the development of Quirks in the first place?”

Niiya-sensei blinks. “You’re well-read.”

Izuku itches for something to write with. If it’s true, it would imply that children with Quirks that don’t resemble their parents inherited the recessive quirkless gene from them, and then developed into first generation Quirk users. Of course, that’s assuming the phenomenon only occurs in cases where both parents carry a quirkless gene to pass to their child. If it’s possible for a meta-genetic mutation event to happen to children of parents without a quirkless gene, it casts a new light entirely on the Singularity Theory and the development of Quirks in general. The ramifications of that alone are—

Niiya-sensei laughs.

Izuku startles, jolting his arm painfully. He looks at her with wide eyes, mortified that he must have spoken all that aloud.

“No, no, don’t feel embarrassed,” Niiya-sensei says. “I was just a little surprised. That’s the most you’ve spoken to me since we’ve met, you know?”

Izuku tries to smile again.

Niiya-sensei smiles back. “If you’re interested, a colleague of mine back at Toudai is heading up a research project about this. She’d be happy to send you a couple of her papers for free. Remind me at the end of the session and I can get you her email.”

Izuku brightens a little at that. The vast majority of Quirk research is hidden behind paywalls, or published in academic journals whose subscription fees would make his mother pale.

“We’re getting a little off-track,” Niiya-sensei says. “The main reason I was asking if you were officially identified as quirkless was so that I could check if you’d ever had Quirk counselling before.”

This, Izuku can be honest about. “I haven’t.”

“That’s fine,” Niiya-sensei says. “Quirk counselling is typically composed of two core elements. It’s around a sixty-forty split between traditional talking therapy,” she gestures loosely between them, “and practical Quirk experimentation. Generally, the main aim of Quirk counselling is to help children safely and healthily interact with their Quirk. In most elementary schools, children receive one counselling session a month for a year after their Quirk develops.”

Izuku nods. He remembers Kacchan occasionally disappearing from class after his Quirk came in.

“Given the late development of your Quirk,” Niiya-sensei says, “we have a lot more ground to cover in a lot less time. For now, I’m going to be heading down to UA to see you once a week after school. If things take a sudden turn for the worse, I’ll increase the frequency of our sessions, but I think it’s more likely that we’ll end up dropping down to one session every other week. You can also ask for an emergency session if you think you need it, and I’ll do my best to accommodate you.”

Izuku can’t imagine a situation where he’ll ever feel the need to subject himself to more of this farce. It would be disrespectful to impose further on Niiya-sensei’s time, especially when he has no plans to tell her the truth about his Quirk. But—

“What would that usually entail?” Izuku asks. “I mean, a situation that requires emergency Quirk counselling?”

He’s not really asking for himself. He’s curious more than anything; for all that he’s always loved Quirk analysis, there’s been a distinct line that he’s never been able to cross before. In some respects, he was like a satellite – forever orbiting around, but never able to touch.

“Well, not to put too fine a point on it,” Niiya-sensei says, “but something like that.” She indicates his arm, still bound in a medical sling, and still lightly throbbing.

Izuku resists the urge to try and shield the arm from her view. It’s a ridiculous instinct, not least because Recovery Girl had told him, face grave, that due to school policy she had no choice but to report the incident to his Quirk counsellor. It’s a self-inflicted Quirk-related injury, which apparently means it falls under Niiya-sensei’s jurisdiction. She can, if she so wishes, read in excruciating detail about just how fucked up Izuku’s arm is right now.

What is the medical jargon for ‘the equivalent of putting your bones in a blender’? Izuku’s asking for a friend.

“When we think of Quirk emergencies,” Niiya-sensei goes on, “we generally mean sudden changes in how a Quirk behaves which could cause an immediate danger to someone, whether the Quirk user themselves, or people around them. People like to think of Quirks as static and unchanging, but the truth is, they’re a part of us, and as we grow, so do they. Quirks can have particularly volatile reactions to trauma, alongside any number of other environmental factors. My advice is to err on the side of caution. If you think you may need to speak to a Quirk counsellor, get in touch. I’d rather overreact to something trivial than underreact to something serious.”

It's a nice sentiment, but Izuku has his doubts as to how far it extends into reality. He knows better than anyone how possessive people get about their Quirks, and how little they want input from an outsider. He can’t imagine Kacchan ever booking an emergency counselling appointment, even if his Quirk started to spiral dangerously out of control.

“But,” Niiya-sensei says, reaching for her mug of coffee, “we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. So, let’s get down to business, shall we? I’ve read your registration documentation, but I’d like to hear about it from you. Tell me about your Quirk.”

Izuku’s eyes drop to his hands. His left, bandaged, but relatively unharmed. His right mangled by his own ineptitude.

“It’s called Superpower,” he says. “It’s a strength enhancement Quirk.”

“Pure emitter-type, or does it have some elements of transformation thrown in as well?”

“Emitter,” Izuku says, and then pauses.

He… doesn’t actually know for sure if that’s correct. The idea that All Might’s Quirk is an emitter-type had been a commonly accepted fan theory for years, one which Izuku had subscribed to even before he met the man in person and heard the truth about One For All. All Might’s description of the Quirk only seemed to confirm Izuku’s thoughts on the matter. A stockpile of energy that’s controlled and released by its wielder when they choose? It’s pretty much a textbook definition of an emitter-type Quirk.

But a pure emitter wouldn’t be able to explain how All Might was able to change his form the way he did. How did he put it? Sucking in your stomach at the swimming pool – that had to be the effect of a Quirk, right?

Could it be One For All, or was it an effect of All Might’s original Quirk?

“You sound unsure.”

Izuku looks up, and meets Niiya-sensei’s keen gaze. She’s watching him with cool interest – not closely enough to feel like a bug under a microscope, but with a level of attention that Izuku guesses must pass for polite.

He shifts uncomfortably. “I assumed it was an emitter-type Quirk, because of the way it manifests,” he says. “I’d never considered it as a blend of different Quirk types.”

“I only ask because strength enhancement Quirks generally present themselves as a blend of multiple Quirk types,” Niiya-sensei says. She takes another sip of coffee. “Take All Might for example – probably one of the most famous strength enhancement Quirks in the world. His Quirk likely has elements of both an emitter-type and a transformation-type Quirk. It doesn’t matter if you can change the weather with a punch if you pulverise your arm every time you do it, so his Quirk likely has some sort of transformation effect that allows his body to endure the immense strain the emitter qualities put it under.”

It's a disturbingly close line of thought to Izuku’s own, without any of the context information he has. Dread coils in his stomach.

“You can’t know that for sure,” he says. “All Might is notoriously tight-lipped about his Quirk.”

“True,” Niiya-sensei says, “and the government heavily discourages theorising from Quirk scientists on the matter, but we have to have something to talk about when we get drunk at conferences.”

It—it sounds horribly self-centred, but it never occurred to Izuku that Quirk scientists might have theories about All Might’s Quirk. On the message boards he used to frequent online, there was never anyone who could claim any kind of expert authority, and he never stopped to wonder why that might be. He always thought that Quirk analysis of the kind he enjoyed was—juvenile, somehow. That actual, qualified experts would never lower themselves as to speculate on Heroes’ Quirks.

Apparently, they just need a few drinks first.

“Let’s shelve the classification matter for later,” Niiya-sensei says. “What can you tell me about the Quirk’s activation conditions?”

“Uh,” Izuku says. “It… doesn’t have any?”

Both of Niiya-sensei’s eyebrows raise behind her fringe. Izuku cringes.

“That is—” he stammers, “I mean—not that I’ve noticed?”

“There is one that I’ve noticed that I feel I need to point out,” Niiya-sensei says. She places her coffee down, one hand tapping absent-mindedly on the arm of her armchair. “So far as I’ve seen, your Quirk appears to have what we call a discrete activation limitation. That is to say—”

“You can’t modulate its output beyond set power levels, in most cases restricted to an on state and an off state,” Izuku finishes quietly. He looks up. “But—”

He stops.

But Izuku knows that One For All doesn’t work like that. It has to be possible to control its output, otherwise All Might would level city blocks every time he punched someone.

But that’s information he shouldn’t have. He’s only used his Quirk three times, each one to disastrous effect. With the data available to Niiya-sensei, it’s clear as day that the Quirk’s activation – at least for now – is binary.

On, or off.

He scrunches his good hand in the fabric of his trousers, then loosens his grip and tries to smooth out the wrinkles.

“I mentioned it earlier,” Niiya-sensei says suddenly, “but you really are very well-read, aren’t you?��

Izuku keeps his gaze on his lap. “Not really.”

Niiya-sensei huffs out a short laugh. “You say that, but you just quoted Shibutani word for word,” she says. “He’s not an easy read, either. I used to dread his chapters when they came up in the assigned reading.”

Izuku makes himself look up. “Shibutani was okay,” he says. “Saito was worse.”

“Which Saito? Goro or Ito?”

“Saito Goro. I haven’t heard of Saito Ito.”

Niiya-sensei exhales. “You’re not missing out on much,” she says. “Saito Ito wrote a couple of papers on the philosophical implications of various Quirks, specifically looking at activation conditions and how they may reflect on how we define more nebulous concepts such as what counts as a game, or a sport, or love. He had a habit of saying a lot without saying very much at all.”

There’s a crooked quality to her smile as it stretches across her face. “Not, as you can imagine, a unique quality in an academic.”

Izuku—Izuku doesn’t know what to do with any of that. The comment, wry and amused, but—inviting, like Niiya-sensei is welcoming Izuku into an inside joke.

She sighs. “You’re right about Saito Goro, though. Dry as a bone and, if you’re ever unlucky enough to find a recording of one of his old lectures, you’ll see he had all the latent charisma of one, too. A lot of his initial theories on Quirk inheritance have been disproved, now that we’re several generations out from the Quirk origin phenomenon and our data sets are larger, but he does have the dubious honour of being the first scientist to coin the term ‘Quirk’ – and as such is worth reading as one of the first academics to predict the dominant role that Quirks would eventually play in our society.”

Izuku nods along to her, and then pauses. “Quirks weren’t called Quirks?” he asks.

Niiya-sensei’s eyebrows rise. “They don’t teach that in school?”

“We don’t learn a lot about the Pre-Quirk Era,” he says. “Or even early Quirk Era stuff. Was…” He pauses, considering. “Was it different when you were at school?”

The age gap between Izuku and Niiya-sensei can’t be that big, unless she has some type of longevity Quirk. Those are pretty rare, though, so Izuku would put them at twenty years apart, tops. Curriculum changes have happened in shorter timeframes, and that’s not even taking into account the fact that Aldera Junior High wasn’t exactly… pushing the bar academically.

Maybe he can ask Iida about it tomorrow. He went to some fancy private academy, didn’t he?

“I wouldn’t know,” Niiya-sensei interrupts his thoughts. “My parents decided to home-school me after—” she pauses, and her eyes catch on Izuku as if she’s just remembered where they are. “Regardless, I was home-schooled up until university.” She inhales abruptly. “We’re getting a bit off topic.”

Ah. Yeah. Izuku supposes they are. “Sorry, I know I ramble.”

“You don’t have to apologise for being passionate about something,” Niiya-sensei says. “I was originally bringing it up because I wanted to say – you like Quirks, don’t you, or at the very least, Quirk science?”

“Well, yes,” Izuku says. “Quirks are—” he breaks off, unsure how to say what he wants in a way that doesn’t come across as childish, or worse, creepy. Cool? Fascinating? “They’re interesting.”

It sounds—insufficient, when he puts it like that. Quirks are—they’re everything in today’s society. Izuku doesn’t so much like them as he reveres them.

“You don’t have to justify it to me,” Niiya-sensei says. “I spent four years and a solid chunk of money studying Quirks obsessively, and then I came back for more.” She gestures at the wall of qualifications behind her. “I brought it up, because I wanted to ask: what do you think my Quirk is?”

“I—” Izuku blinks at her. “I don’t know.”

“No thoughts at all?” she asks. She sounds a little amused, but Izuku doesn’t know why.

“Not really?”

She picks her mug of coffee up again, and leans back in her chair. “I want to make you a deal.” She takes a sip. “It’s very obvious to me that you don’t really want to be here – and that there’s something big that you’re not telling me about your Quirk.”

Izuku jerks in his seat, his arm immediately setting his nerves alight. “I wouldn’t—”

She holds up a hand, stopping him. “It’s fine,” she says. “But you have to realise that you’re stuck with me until I sign off that I’m satisfied your Quirk is under control and you’re using it in a healthy and socially conscious way. And, until you tell me the entire truth, I’m not going to know whether or not we’ve hit that point. I can’t even be certain whether or not I’m willing to let you use your Quirk in class exercises.”

Izuku stares at her, muted horror etched across his features. If she doesn’t approve him for Quirk use in class—Aizawa made no secret of his willingness to expel him—

“So,” Niiya-sensei says. She’s still talking, even as she blithely signs away his future, as she crushes any hope he has of ever catching up to his classmates, to Kacchan, to— “I have a deal for you. You cooperate with me. You tell me the truth, and when we reach a point where you don’t feel like you can share something about your Quirk, you tell me that, and we move on. When I have an idea for getting your Quirk under control, you consider it carefully before deciding whether or not you want to try it.”

Izuku’s mouth is dry. His heart is thundering in his chest. “You—you don’t want me to just—agree?”

“If you’re asking me whether or not I’m coercing you into consenting to possibly dangerous experiments involving your already extremely self-destructive Quirk, the answer is no.”

Izuku flinches, and once more ignores any pain from his arm. He insulted her, didn’t he? Or her professional standards, or something. God, he’s so useless.

“In return,” Niiya-sensei goes on, “I sign you off for Quirk use in class as soon as we’ve established a use technique that doesn’t shatter your bones. In the meantime, I can write an email to your teachers advising that you be allowed to sit in on practical classes and complete them without your Quirk where possible.”

Izuku doesn’t—well, it’s not like he has much of a choice here. Niiya-sensei has him over a barrel, and she knows it. He opens his mouth to glumly agree, only—

“And at the end of each of our sessions, you can ask me one yes/no question about my Quirk.”

“What—why?” It slips out without Izuku meaning it to.

Niiya-sensei’s smile takes on a crooked tilt. “Because, if you ever guess what my Quirk is, I’ll sign you off fully. No more sessions. No more hoops to jump through.”

That’s… “What’s the catch?” Izuku asks.

“No catch,” Niiya-sensei says. “But if you agree to this, you stay with me, in counselling, until you guess. Even if that’s years from now, even if I’ve signed you off on every other part of your Quirk.”

Izuku doesn’t—what would he and Niiya-sensei even talk about then? Would he even be able to hide One For All from her for that long?

“What happens if I don’t agree?” Izuku asks.

“We continue, as we are, through the motions of by-the-book Quirk counselling,” Niiya-sensei says. “I do my best to hammer sensible Quirk use into your head, you lie and obfuscate about your Quirk, and I gather data and evidence and analysis until I’ve figured out exactly what makes your Quirk tick, and how that might be dangerous to you.”

Izuku stares at his lap. Without realising it, Niiya-sensei has zeroed in on the one area he can’t afford to compromise on. The secret behind One For All is bigger than just Izuku. It’s tied up in All Might, in the legacy of the man who’s single-handedly propped society up for the past three decades.

He can’t—he can’t be the weak link in the chain. Eight people before him have steadfastly borne the torch of One For All. He can’t—he won’t be the one to stumble and fall.

In the end, he doesn’t really have a choice. He’s going to have to bet his wits against Niiya-sensei’s either way.

“Okay,” Izuku says, looking up. “Okay, you have a deal.”

Niiya-sensei’s smile is bright. She puts down her mug of coffee, sets aside her notepad, and offers him her left hand to shake.

A thousand different thoughts fly through Izuku’s head. He’s making a mistake. It’s arrogant to think he has it in him to outwit someone who so clearly knows her field. Somehow, he’s walking into a trap that he hasn’t seen.

And, worst of all: All Might would never have ended up in this situation.

Izuku swallows past the lump in his throat, and shakes her hand.

#kaputt writes stuff #fic: quirk counselling #kaputt wip weds #bnha fic #mha fic #this one's like 80% character study and 20% world building #niiya-sensei has some secrets too #i have a rough outline for this one but not all that much written #izuku and niiya's quirk related mind games are one of my favourite character dynamics i've ever written #they're narrative foils your honour

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light-wolf · 1 year

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Ok, time for some thoughts regarding yesterday's Nintendo Direct!

Pikmin 4: Nothing too revolutionary, just taking the Pikmin formula and refining/expanding it, like Pikmin 2 and 3 did before it. And honestly, that's not a bad thing! I love the Pikmin games, they're really fun and charming and this one seems to continue that trend. It seems we're getting all the existing Pikmin types in addition to the new Ice Pikmin so that'll be cool. And the new doggo is adorable! I'm really looking forward to this one.

Ghost Trick: Phantom Detective: This is a game that I always wanted to play and never got to do it, so I'm glad to see it ported to the Switch! Maybe this will be the time I actually play it.

Sea of Stars: Absolutely gorgeous and looks really fun as well, taking inspiration from one of my favorite games ever. Apparently it got a demo so I'll probably give that a try. I still need to play The Messenger though...

Game Boy and Game Boy Advance added to Nintendo Switch Online: Finally! And now I actually have the Expansion Pack thanks to a friend so I can get hyped about GBA too. The libraries are a bit limited for the time being but that's to be expected. Looking forward to replaying some of my favorites from that era and also try a few classics for the first time. Although the games I'm most hyped about are the ones that were confirmed to come in the future, like Oracle of Seasons/Ages, Pokémon TCG, Metroid Fusion and of course freaking GOLDEN SUN (yes, I'm ready to replay it for the millionth time).

Metroid Prime Remastered: Okay, I wasn't expecting this one, even though it had been rumored for a while. While I would've liked to see the entire trilogy in one package, the first Prime is arguably the best one and also one of the best games ever made. The remake looks amazing and much more polished than just a simple HD port. Seriously, if you haven't played this game before, give it a try, it's a masterpiece, and this is coming from someone who hates shooters (Metroid Prime isn't really a shooter).

Baten Kaitos I & II Remaster: HOLY SHIT. Another one (two?) that I always wanted to play but didn't get when it first came out before it became impossible to find, and never bothered with trying to emulate. I'd love to give the series a chance on modern hardware.

Professor Layton And The New World of Steam: HOOOOOO BOY!!! This might seriously be my favorite announcement of the Direct, even though they didn't really show us anything! I was a HUGE Layton fan during the DS era and I was so sad that the series kinda just died all of a sudden. I'm honestly so fucking hyped for this! Please be good, please be good, please be good!

Mario Kart 8 Deluxe DLC Wave 4: The new track looks amazing! Yoshi's Island was one of the defining games from my childhood so this gets me extremely nostalgic. Also Birdo was a nice surprise! I wasn't expecting characters in the pass! While I don't really care about Birdo in particular, this opens the door for more characters so maybe this means I can finally have my boy Diddy Kong again. Please. It's been so long.

The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom: Honestly I don't have a lot to say about this one. Am I hyped? Absolutely. But we still know so little about this game! What's the story about? How does it differ from BotW? Although, part of me kinda wishes it stays this way. Trailers tend to spoil too much stuff these days, so I'm fine with keeping the surprises for when I actually play the game. Oh, and it's a minor thing, but I hope they bring back Wolf Link and/or a similar mechanic (and not locked to amiibo this time). I just loved exploring Hyrule with a doggo.

Overall a really exciting Direct, and there were also a bunch of other cool announcements that I didn't touch here. Now to work on my backlog so I can play shiny new games without feeling guilty, lol.

#Nintendo #Nintendo Direct #Light Wolf plays videogames

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ilsseongyi · 2 years

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hello everyone,,, here is my boy nam seongwon aka seongyi. he is a 27 year old nerd horror fanatic. i honestly dont know how serious i want this kid to be yet or maybe more comedic than serious even. but some mystery is on the way for him so we'll take it in stride. mmm idk how to properly tldr or introduce so check out his points down below! anddd i don't currently have any wanted connections or plots as of now that im writing this preparing for opening sooo drop a like if you're alright with a completely random starter or check out the prompts below !

“fun facts”

stays up late to listen to horror podcasts from around the world. also does late night lives in his room to talk about horror stories and conspiracies in the dark.

usually out of the house at very odd times of the night due to his bad sleeping habits. doesn't run by a particular timezone. so

perpetually tired™

kind of a nerd but like, not the fan type nerds, just really geeky

seems smart...

studied abroad after his freshman year in uni and graduated in the states. ( five years abroad )

went by alex in the states because no one could pronounce his name. aka one of his first friends said "you look like an alex." and his english name was born

wanted to live out the rest of his life in the states, but the job he wanted fell through and he had to return to korea.

arrived after his grandfather's funeral took place and his parents told him to start over by taking over his grandfather's old business — isang wonders

didn't love the idea of returning to ilsang because he's reminded of why he hated his birthname and all the memories of everyone thinking he was a girl before meeting him

lowkey triggered because no one knows he legally changed his name to seongwon years ago so everyone still calls him seongyi

likes gaming from time to time in between his breaks from horror research and whatnot

lives in yeonhwa-gil because he’s in his grandfather’s old home was there. absolutely hates it because it smells like fish like all the time and he also hates eating fish.

a full grown ass man but can’t sell the house because his parents won’t allow him to. lol

dude is only put together when he wants too otherwise,, things are kind of a mess.

honestly a completely different person than when he was in america because lowkey depressed and not all that optimistic being in ilsang

“random starters”

these can all be adjusted and changed as we go! just ideas to get started! reply with the corresponding number if you’d like me to write a starter based off of one of the prompts below!

it’s 3 fucking am and you keep hearing something meowing in the street but it doesn’t sound like the cats you usually hear. you go to look to see if its an injured cat but you find this nutcase in nothing but a tshirt, shorts and sandals meowing to a dark corner. he tells you the electricity went out in his house and he didn’t want to be alone so he’s trying to find a cat to keep him company outside.

you run into seongyi and think he’s a foreigner because he’s speaking fluent english. commence being convinced he’s not a native until he steps in dogshit and starts swearing up a storm.

it’s getting late and the library is closing and they’re kicking you out. but you notice there’s some guy sitting in the corner that they haven’t mentioned and say you’re with him.... now you’ve both been kicked out and seongyi is kindaa annoyed bec he was like five books deep in research and the librarian yelled at him.

the elders of yeonhwa-gil have organized a neighborhood dinner and both you and seongyi were invited. surprise surprise, they only have fish. fish stew. grilled fish. steamed fish. pan-fried fish. just everything you could think of plus fish. seongyi sees you brought something that ISN’T fish and honestly, you’re his new best friend in that moment.

hi yeonhwa-gil neighbor. the plumbing and electricity both stopped working in my house and for some reason the electrician is not picking up his phone. can i use your bathroom. except i keep coming when it’s super late or super early until you get sick of me and tell me to go to just get a room at haedodi.

hey i know you, you’re the guy who makes video and streams online about horror and scary things right? you recognize seongyi from some of his videos maybe or clips of him that have gone around. he has verified social media after all. maybe you guys talk about things in ilsang.

#ilsintro #ooc—#i feel like i forgot something #but stoked to be here #vibratinggg

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shadowsong26fic · 2 years

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Coming Attractions

I feel like it’s been A While since I did one of these, haha...

As always, along with the Coming Attractions, we’ll do an Open Question Night! My askbox is always open, but tonight I’ll be keeping at least a semi-active eye on it, answering questions. Any fandom I’ve posted about here or on AO3 is fair game; questions about writing in general; etc.

Also, my writing discord does exist! It’s a pretty quiet place, but it’s at least intended to be a slightly more interactive extension of this blog.

A fairly short update this month; I don’t have all that much to report, unfortunately...

Star Wars:

Big bang has been completed and posted at last! I don’t know that it’s my best work, but I am proud of how the fight scenes turned out, at least.

It was kind of like pulling teeth all season to get this one done, though. Hopefully next year will be easier! I don’t really have a solid plan, other than vague notions of doing a BSG crossover, since that’s where a lot of my brain is now, lol.

Protectors and Preludes updates are coming, I swear, it’s just been slow. Hoping the Obi-Wan show will kick my butt into gear, even though I’m well past that point in my timeline!

Castlevania:

I finally actually started posting Incinctus! It’s a fun piece, and while I do have at least one other plot thread floating in my mind for future writing, we’ll see how this one goes first. My plan is to update weekly, on Mondays. This plan will probably hold up until I run out of steam and pre-written material XD ((There’s a little bit of an Easter Egg in this week’s chapter that I found amusing; we’ll see if anyone actually picks up on it.))

Battlestar Galactica:

I have started my rewatch at last! I’ve powered through S1 (and put my notes, apart from the fic-related stuff, up on my personal tumblr if you’re curious XD); I may skip around after the Pegasus arc and get Razor in then. I’ve been note-taking both for my personal delight and for plot purposes for The Other Battlestar (which does need a better name...the only thing I’ve come up with so far, though, is a play on Bellerophon which I like even less, lol). The biggest plotholes I have so far are outing Doral and the tylium mine episode; I think I have a workaround for the mine, but I’m still playing with it. I’d forgotten how much Outright BSing was involved in flagging Doral as a Cylon...

((If y’all haven’t been following these, The Other Battlestar is an AU where Baltar ends up on Pegasus instead of Galactica; in order for the main fleet to be in roughly the same position when things reconnect after six months, I have two OCs filling in for his canon role. The politics stuff is easy, I just need to finish building the character in question. Some of the science stuff is...a little shakier, lol. I’m also having fun fleshing out a few additional Pegasus crew members to talk to, and considering where to line up Key Events for Maximum Impact, but that might change depending on how much of a concrete timeline Razor gives me.))

Anyway, I’ll probably start posting that this summer, once I have a decent amount of text prepped and also have figured out how I want to structure it (there’s miniseries stuff I do need to cover, but how much time do I want to spend on that; how do I balance between the Galactica and Pegasus threads, etc.)

Other Fandom Stuff:

I signed up for pod_together again! I had a lot of fun last year, and I’m hoping I get a good partner again this year! We’ll see how that goes--matches are sent out this weekend, I think.

Original Stuff:

Nothing really to report on this end other than I really do need to get back to actual Writing again...and also I keep buying miscellaneous Arthuriana things at library booksales but not actually sitting down to read them to plot out that one Arthuriana story I want to tell. And there’s a couple historical fiction pieces, one of which has been in the works for a solid fifteen years but I keep wandering away from the research for it, lol...

Anyway, Hopefully I’ll have a more “I Did Stuff!” update next month! But that’s about where things stand for me now.

What about you guys? What are you working on? And, again, Open Question Night--I’d love to hear from you! What’s on your mind?

#coming attractions #open question night #miscellania #shadowsong writes star wars #shadowsong writes castlevania #shadowsong writes bsg #shadowsong writes original fic #feedback greatly appreciated

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pomnavi · 1 year

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Setting up Emulators and Non-Linux/Steam games on the Steam Deck

I just wanted to do a write up of my setup on my steam deck, since I had to look up sources in various places, but not one place documented the problems I ran into lol.

I used these two guides:

https://retrogamecorps.com/2022/10/16/steam-deck-emulation-starter-guide/

https://github.com/suchmememanyskill/steam-deck-addons/tree/main/Launcher-multiplatform-game-launcher#install-steam-deck

Emulation: Retrodeck

So for retro emulation, I used Retrodeck (since I didn’t want all the emulated games showing up among the main steam games, and it kept things simple).

I went into Desktop mode and then opened the “Discovery” app which is an appstore (or flatpack?) for the Linux OS, and looked up Retrodeck under “Emulators” or “Emulation”. I mainly wanted to run PS1 games.

I then used Warpinator (on the deck) and Winpinator (on my PC) to transfer the roms and bios files needed from my computer to the Steam Deck. For the BIOS folder, it’s important to put the bios files under the main folder rather than separating the files in sub-folder (i.e. PS1 bios, etc.). Unless there’s already a sub-folder that was created for it, like the Switch emulator.

After I made sure the bios files and roms were in the correct folders, just booting up Retrodeck from the Steam Library will load into the frontend, where you can access all your retro games.

Non-Linux/Steam Games

I have a ton of itch.io games from one of their charity bundles, and although you can download the official itch.io app, it only lets you download Linux games.

Since the Steam Deck runs all windows games through a Proton translation layer, Windows OS games should work as long as they’re launched through steam.

One method is to manually download itch.io games from the browser, and then manually add them to steam (like on PC).

Another way is to use the Alfae launcher for Linux. Once you download and install Alfae, you can log into itch (and other stores like Epic or GOG), and then use Alfae to download the games and push them to steam using the SteamExporter function of the launcher. It also has the nice function of using your SteamGridDB account to add artwork (albeit cropped) to steam. You can then go from “Desktop Mode” to “Gaming Mode” and the games should show up under non-steam games in your library.

One issue I ran into while using this program is that sometimes it doesn’t unzip the game files it downloads, so while it looks like the game should work, Alfae isn’t mapped to the right .exe game file since the whole folder is still zipped. When this happens, I usually go back into desktop mode, unzip the files, find the game.exe file, and then add that to the Steam library manually. It’s a pain in the ass, but you can then use SteamGridDB’s Boop function to add any art for the games that’s missing. This won’t mess with any of the previously added games.

I’m totally new to linux stuff, but this setup wasn’t too hard! Hopefully this write-up is helpful to someone else too.

#navi blogs #steam deck #emulation #itch.io #linux

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3dpe · 3 years

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Long time no blog! I come bearing one nice gif, and 4 scenes of awful software gore.

As per the What’s Next post, I’ve been doing a lot of tidying up. The engine is now running nicely in Python 3, and the Core app is ready as soon as I finish some server work - so stay tuned for beta testing opportunities :)

I decided to spend some time in the Battle2.5D plugin - now renamed StageFight - since I overhauled a lot of UI and scripting code recently. The top gif shows the current status - still some bugs to fix - and the other 4 were stops along the journey. My favourite is the 4 ton Fishka.

Longtime listeners may remember this post, where I was trying to work out the in and outs of Pokémon Black/White’s battle staging. Well, I finally got to the bottom of it - story under the cut.

So, in the 5 years since that post, I’ve learned a lot of useless information, and some of that is how to track footage in 3D, using Blender.

Since I never had any luck getting the battle scene geometry out, and I really wanted to know some more intimate details like the camera’s field of view and positioning, I thought I’d try some reverse-engineering. As usual with my grand ideas, the line between genius and lunacy is fuzzy.

I started to track some normal old emulator footage, but sub-pixel fuzz was making accuracy impossible. You need 8 perfectly tracked points for blender to calculate the camera angle, and I barely managed 4 wobbly ones.

I soon lost patience and decided to look into uprezzing DesMuMe. I did some research and found an old, Japanese, windows-only 2014 build that someone had hacked to increase the resolution for models. Perfect!

I tried to record some more footage in OBS... but it was compressed to hell, and the big blobs of colour that endeared me to this generation were not getting me any sort of precision to track anyway. Another bust.

I realised my best chance at accurate tracking was going to be to make it render in wireframe. This is a pretty easy switch for OpenGL - you can just add a single line of code. Maybe I could get the source code and recompile it?

After a lot of searching, I did find the source code - but it was relying on libraries compiled in 2012, and would not compile at all. I also got very upset with Windows and Visual Studio, and had to steam off for a few days before trying anything else lol.

Of course... when I came back, I discovered the Mac version of DesMuMe has a setting called “GPU Scaling Factor”...

I felt very stupid.

DesMuMe is actually very easy to download and compile on Mac. After a bit of fiddling, I got my 4x scale precision wireframes! Some tracking in blender, and bam! Accurate camera positions, angles, and FOV.

Then I spent three days getting very upset, until a passing stranger explained to me the difference between left-handed and right-handed coordinates, and the final piece of the puzzle fell into place.

At some point in the future, as part of the engine’s Help docs, I’ll post the .blend file publicly so that anyone can model custom battle backgrounds and plinths.

It’s very satisfying to solve a 5-year mystery like this. And also to know I never have to open Visual Studio again.

#3dpe #engine #coding #StageFight #Blender #motion tracking #game dev #battle

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solarwonux · 3 years

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Crop Tops and Tattoos || Wonwoo

soccer player!Wonwoo x f!reader

w.c: 3.2k

warnings: smut, shower sex, wonwoo soft!dom, oral sex (female receiving), friends with benefits, friends to lovers, public sex (kinda) I think that’s all.

note: another repost I’m sorry lol. Anyway, I hope you enjoy, honestly I literally have like a bunch of works that literally take place in the same soccer!svt/college!svt universe but really have nothing to do with one another except for like 3 and they’re all spicy lol. Let me know if you’d want them and also enjoy this one and lmk your thoughts hehehe :)

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“W-What?”

“Come to my practice tonight.” You rubbed the sleep from your afternoon nap out of your eyes, listening to Wonwoo’s soft voice through the receiver. “I miss you, come to my practice tonight, we can hang out after.” Wonwoo all but begged, and you can almost picture the pout that was on his face.

“Woo, I can’t I have to finish my half of the group research project.”

“Perfect, I’ll help you. You’re my partner anyway. Please love, I just want to see you it’s been forever.”

“It’s been two days Woo.” You rolled your eyes sitting up on your couch, retreating your phone from your ear, checking the time, 7:30PM it read. So much for a thirty-minute nap, you sighed.

“Precisely why you should come to my practice…hold on a sec,” Wonwoo pulled the phone away from his ear and gave the lost student instructions to where the art history section of the library was located at. “Please, it will be worth it, I promise.” He whispered, cupping his mouth over the receiver, muffling his words a little making you laugh.

“I’ll think about it, get back to work.”

“Okay see you tonight.” He said a little too excited and hung up the phone, a wide smile appearing on your face, making your stomach perform a whole gymnastics routine in the process.

The relationship you and Wonwoo had was interesting, it had started off as mindlessly flirty with one another, graduated to ghost touches and during a hot summer’s day. Where the air conditioning in the library had leaked and instead of Joshua calling everyone to tell them to stay home, he had made sure everyone showed up. Or else. His exact words.

The touches and flirting had escalated to the point that Wonwoo had dragged you to the forgotten encyclopedia section of the library and pinned you against the dusty bookshelves.

Since then your relationship grew more to just sleeping with one another to let off some steam. He would hold your hand underneath the reception desk at the library, mindlessly drawing patterns and phrases onto your skin. He would walk you to class when he could, sometimes with a bubble tea in his hand, other times empty handed. If you were scheduled to close on days, he had an earlier shift, he would wait and walk you home holding you close while the two of you talked about your day. And as of recently, after sex he had started to spend the night, claiming he slept better with you by his side.

In your head Wonwoo was your boyfriend just without the label. It was also a conversation the two of you needed to have, but it was also one you feared because you didn’t want it to ruin it.

You ran through the gates of the soccer field and started up the steps of the aluminum bleachers, earning weird stares from the guys and girls that decided to attend SVT’s first soccer practice of the season. You sat down, out of breath, holding your bag close to your body as you tried your best to regulating your breathing. A reminder that maybe hitting the gym every once in a while, wasn’t such a bad idea, because clearly having mind blowing sex with Wonwoo wasn’t helping with building your stamina.

“Woo your girl’s here now you can finally start playing.”

“Get your head out of your ass Jun.” Wonwoo scoffed shoving Jun lightly, earning a laugh from the other boy. Wonwoo gazed over at you a knowing smile evident on his face and waved at you. You felt your cheeks heat up and your eyes grew wide as you took in his appearance.

Wonwoo had sworn to you that he would never wear his old jersey again, especially since Seungcheol and Jeonghan had deviously cut it up after their last game last season. Yet, here he was in all his glory. The shirt stopping just above his belly button, the sliver of his toned stomach peeking through and you felt the beat of your heart start to raise. You warily waved back, before placing your cold palm against your forehead trying to cool yourself down.

Wonwoo raised an eyebrow, lifting his hand up and threaded it through his dark locks. His shirt riding up, exposing himself more and you felt the air leave your lungs. It was stupid, you have been seeing him in a lot less clothing for months and in every angle. But for some reason now as he stood boring his soft eyes into yours as Jihoon shouted commands to his teammates. The sweat dripping down the sides of his face, his glasses fogged up slightly due to the humidity and a knowing smirk adorning his face, teasing you. And you felt like you were about to burst.

“Hey, Woo, stop ogling at your girlfriend and get into position.”

“I like your shirt.”

“Hmm, yeah?” A devilish snicker fell from his lips as he pushed up against the cool tile wall. You nodded dragging your nails across the sliver of teasing skin, leaving red marks behind in their wake making Wonwoo shudder. “So sexy.” He groaned lowly pressing his lips onto yours forcefully, his hands snaking around your waist down to your ass giving it a squeeze making you gasp. He pulled away from your lips and trailed them down your neck. He swiped his tongue over your sweet spot earning him a whimper from you.

“You gonna let me fuck you in the locker room showers?”

“If you ask nicely.” You breathed out playing with the elastic waist band of his shorts. Wonwoo laughed against your neck and bit down before pulling away. “Can I fuck you in the locker room showers please?” He pouted playfully, grabbing your thigh and wrapping it around his waist.

“God Woo, yes.” You wrapped your arms around his waist pulling him closer to you feeling his growing cock against your aroused pussy. “As you wish darling.” He mumbled pecking your lips repeatedly before pulling away from your body, making you whine at the loss of his body heat.

Wonwoo chuckled sinking down to his knees, your eyes hooded with pleasure, feeling the wetness between your legs grow. He left teasing kisses down your clothed thighs, his thumbs hooking underneath the waist band of your leggings dragging them along with him. “Woo my shoes.”

“I was getting there, you’re so impatient sometimes.” He mumbled sitting back on his knees tapping your calf silently telling you to raise your leg. “It’s your fault…how am I supposed to be patient when you always look so good.” You obliged watching as he slowly took of your shoe and throwing it outside of the shower stall along with your sock. He repeated the process with your other leg before attaching his lips against your clothed thigh and left gentle open-mouthed kisses up your leg.

“I guess it’s time I teach you how to be patient.” He smirked pulling down your leggings along with your panties in one go. He threw them aside, placing a kiss against your hip bone, where the small stick and poke infinity sign tattoo he had made after a long night of immoral rendezvous. “Still can’t believe you let me talk you into giving you this.” He mumbled giving it another kiss and stood up.

“I wanted a tattoo but didn’t want to experience the pain.”

“It still hurt you, I had to stop, that’s why it’s all crooked and unfinished.”

“But it’s my favorite.” You whispered, his dark lust filled eyes boring into yours as he slowly started to take off his shorts and underwear, exposing himself to you. No matter how many times the two of you slept together, the sight of his body always had your heart beating out of time. He was perfect, an Adonis carved out of marble and to your surprise he was all yours.

“Don’t take off your shirt.” You whispered reaching and grabbing a fistful of the cloth and pulling him to you. “I want you to fuck me with it on.” You eyed him, a teasing finger running down his chest. “You’re so naughty today.” He laughed grabbing your hand and moved it up to his lips kissing each of your knuckles his sensual gaze lingering on yours. You felt your breathing pick up, the heat trailing down your thighs. “Please touch me.” You whimpered pulling your hand away and taking your shirt of throwing it behind him.

“Not yet I need to shower, I’m all sweaty from practice.” He winked, his hand finding the shower handle and turning it. A gasp left your lips as you felt the cold start to coat your heated bodies. “Now behave princess.” He kissed you hard, running his tongue over your bottom lip asking for entrance in which you granted. His hips flirting with yours and all you wanted to do was get down on your knees and beg him to use you in any and every single way possible. He pulled away detaching the shower head sending you a wink before putting it against your clit. The harsh water jets sending a sweet wave of pleasure up your spine.

“You’re going to cum like this and then I’ll fuck you.” He mumbled, before sinking down on to his knees again. He kept the shower head in place and alternated in kissing your thighs. Desperate whimpers falling out of your mouth. Wonwoo hooked one of your legs on top of his shoulder and bit down on your thigh, sucking making you yelp. “Your body reacts so well to me.” He kissed up your thigh sucking another love bite next to your tattoo before pulling away, shifting the shower head slightly. The sensation sending a new wave of pleasure up your body making you moan.

“W-Wonwoo, mmm, please.”

“Please what?” He teased the sound of a smirk evident in his voice and you’ve never wanted to hit someone so badly before. “I-I need you please.” You cried out, the tip of his index finger teasing the entrance of your pussy. “Yeah…you need me baby?” He chuckled moving your arousal around coating his finger with it before pulling away and bringing it up to his mouth, moaning sinfully as he licked it clean

“Y-Yes need your fingers, or mouth anything p-please W-Woo.” You raised your hips trying to grind yourself against the water, searching for a release in every way you could. “I’ll give you what you want but you can’t touch me.” He tsked giving you a pointed look. You whined nodding your head grabbing onto the smoothness of the shower wall. He ran his hot tongue against the lips of your pussy, the sensation mixing with the coldness of the water sent shivers up your spine.

“You always taste so sweet.” He mumbled against you flicking the tip of his tongue against your clit. Your mouth hanging open as your fingers itched to touch him and push him against you even further. “L-Let me touch you?” You breathed out your nails digging themselves into the skin of your stomach. He nodded against you repeatedly licking strides up your lips before attaching his mouth on your clit. By now the shower head was long forgotten as it fell from his hand, hitting the shower wall with a loud clank making you jump.

You threaded your fingers in his short hair tugging at the roots making him moan against you. He wrapped his arms around your ass pulling you closer as he lost himself eating you out like a starved man. “B-Baby I’m close.” You moaned arching your back against the wall as he lightly bit down on your clit and pulled away. He licked his lips savoring you and adjusted his round glasses earning a lighthearted laugh from you. “Don’t laugh or I won’t help you cum.” He grumbled pressing his index and middle fingers against your entrance and slowly sinking them into you immediately curling them up in search for your g-spot. A satisfied smile etching across his face as you moaned out the second he found it.

Wonwoo attached his lips onto your clit again, this time wasting no time and sucking on it roughly, his fingers moving inside you at a fast pace. The coil forming at the pit of your stomach, your hands tugging on his hair, your hips bucking against his mouth and fingers. He moaned feeling your clench around his fingers, giving him the motivation to pick of his pace, the pleasure getting too much for your body to handle and before you knew you came undone screaming out his name. He helped you ride out your orgasm, desperately licking up your release making your body twitch from the oversensitivity.

“You did so well baby.” He mumbled before pulling away, licking his lips moaning in approval as the remnants of your arousal hit his taste buds. He thrusted his fingers a few more times before pulling them out making you whine, missing the way they felt inside of you. He chuckled licking them clean before standing up.

“Think you can give me one more?” He asked giving your lips multiple pecks and then your cheeks. You laughed pushing his face away resting your tired body against the wall of the shower.

“Yes.”

“Can I ask you something?” You crossed your arms in front of you holding up the towel Wonwoo had wrapped around your body. Wonwoo hummed handing you his extra t-shirt as well as the sweatpants you had left at his place weeks ago. How he knew to bring them along with him was beyond you, but you decided to save that question for another day.

“Why do the guys call me your girl.” You emphasized standing up from the bench and started getting dressed. Wonwoo closed his locker resting his back against it drinking you in slowly, making you feel a little insecure. “Jeonghan saw you leave my apartment one day and texted the group chat to share the tea.” He rolled his eyes using quotations around the last word of his sentence before pushing himself away from the locker. “Now the guys think we’re dating.”

“But you never corrected them?” You tugged his shirt over your head gathering your semi dry clothes and folded them. “Do you want me to correct them?” He placed his hand on your cheek moving your head gently to meet his eyes.

“I-I mean yeah, we aren’t dating you made it very clear that you weren’t looking for a relationship when this started.”

“I wish I could eat my words.” He whispered running his thumb over your swollen lips. “I think I’m past just wanting to fuck you; I want more.”

You felt the air leave your lungs; your cheeks heated up and you desperately searched for a new point of focus because the intensity evident in his gaze was overwhelming. “We should go, I need to finish my half of the project.” You picked up your drying clothes and your bag and rounded the corner of the bench you had been sitting at.

“You don’t want to be more?” Wonwoo caught up with you grabbing your free hand to stop you from walking and held it close to his chest. “I do, I’m just scared you’ll end up regretting it if we ever do try to be more.” You confessed trailing your eyes down his body and stopping at your interlocked hands.

“I won’t, you make me feel so good an—”

“Exactly, I make you feel good. All you’ve ever known is how it feels like to be with me naked. You don’t know what it’s like to actually be with me.” You pulled your hand away. A frustrated sigh spiraling out of his lungs as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Your worst habit is jumping to conclusions.” He mumbled lowly tugging at the roots of his hair. It didn’t feel nearly as good as it felt when you would do it to him, but that was something he would ever confess out loud. “I want to be with you in every way possible, I know what I said before and if I would take back my words I would because that was before I found myself falling for you.” Wonwoo closed the gap between the two of you holding you tightly. His confession had your mind running nonstop, the weight of his words making their way into your heart and finding a home. You hugged him tightly, burying your face into his chest. “Is that a yes?” Wonwoo asked confusion laced in his voice as he hugged you back running his hands down your back soothingly. You hummed nodding your head taking a whiff of his lavender body wash and somehow it felt like home.

“You can’t just say things like that so casually.” You groaned raising your head from his chest placing a kiss on his chin. “Give me a warning next time.”

“Would you have preferred reading the essay I wrote about it instead.”

“Wonwoo stop fucking around you didn’t do that.” You scoffed pushing away from him and started down the hallway to entrance of the locker room. “Yes, I did it’s fifteen pages long, I even used citations.” He yelled following you a few steps behind, the teasing tone in his voice made you doubt his word. But he did once write a whole essay on how Soonyoung was the worst co-captain in the history of co-captains because he had beat him in Mario Kart.

“You have two options I can read it for you tonight after you’re done with your half of the project or I can read it for you on your wedding day.” You choked on your saliva making him laugh. He patted your back gently before pushing open the door to the locker room.

“What the fuck Woo, our weddi—”

“Finally, we’ve been waiting out here for hours. I’m starving.” Hoshi exclaimed throwing his hands up in the air before starting down hallway. “I told you guys to leave.” Wonwoo sighed rolling his eyes and extended his hand for you to take.

“Half of us did once they heard you guys fucking.” Vernon shrugged shoving his hands in his pockets. Your cheeks started to heat up, you prayed to every god out there to do you a solid and open the ground up and have it swallow you whole. “And you guys didn’t?”

“Nah, you’re paying for dinner remember, plus we made a bet while we waited.” Vernon took two long strides over and placed his hand on top of Wonwoo’s shoulder. “I never expected you to have a daddy kink and now I lost fifty bucks to Jeonghan and Dino each, that’s a hundred in total.” He shook his head and walked away running to catch up with Hoshi.

“I don’t have a dad—”

“You know bathrooms have echoes right?” Dino pushed himself way from the wall and started walking away. “We heard the two of you loud and clear, so you can’t deny it, Jeonghan even took a voice note just in case you wanted to deny it.”

“Baby you’re going to have to visit me in jail cause I’m about to commit homicide.” Wonwoo placed a chaste kiss against your head and let go of your hand and charged over to Dino. He turned around laughing before running down the hallway leaving you behind with a smirking Jeonghan.

“Honestly, I just hope you guys disinfected the stall the two of you used.”

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futurewriter2000 · 3 years

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If I can't have you, nobody can - pt. 3

A/N: This part is a bit more personal to me than I intended it to be... lol.

It's been a mess. You've been a mess. Lately, everything has been a mess that you've been trying so hard to clean up and it never got unmessed up.

A mess, chaos, ... life.

You don't know what had happened to you. What happened to the girl who was so excited to live her own life after Hogwarts? What happened?

He did. Sirius did. James did. The whole Marauders did.

It seemed useless and a waste of time to blame it all them; your misery but it is their fault. As good, fond memories you have with them and of them, they had made you fall into this mess.

*****' "You're so bright and always happy that it makes it so much easier to be myself around you." said Sirius as the two of you walked up the hill.

"Thank you." you smiled. "I love making people happy, even though they don't do the same." you said bluntly, knowing you must have said something odd since he didn't answer back. "I mean... I'm used to people leaving me after they used me..." you didn't know how to quiet yourself down. Why were you telling him this? Why were you opening up? It must have been the all-nighter the two of you pulled for your essay.

He had promised you a sunrise and weed as an award for a successful night of potions and ingridients and six ways of stirring a pot.

"I get it." he said, the light mood faltering into heavy intensity that made you quite uncomfortable. "People have done that to me too... I could never though..." '*****

"But you did." you told yourself after staring yourself in the mirror. You just came out of the hot shower, the steam drizzling in mid air and fogging the mirror. You closed your eyes as if the tears were burning your eyeballs... until you shed a tear.

You wiped it off and the fog was gone from the mirror. It was only you. You and your reflection staring at one another. Trying to smile, you almost scared yourself from how painful your heartbreak appeared. You couldn't smile. Not like before, at least. It didn't come naturally... it came with force and it was an ugly smile.

The shadows of your head were pulsing, the right of your eye continued to twitch and your eyelids puffed up as well as your cheeks.

"I'm fine." you said and took a deep breath out, then in...

Heavy... you were so heavy, so tired, exhausted, drained mentally and emotionally but you were strong. You knew you were strong more than anybody you had ever known.

You looked yourself in the eyes. "Maybe I'm not fine right now. Maybe I am broken, hurt and lost but I've been here before and I got out. No doubt I can do it again better." you pushed yourself off the sink and left the bathroom.

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Sirius has been stuck at the same desk as he has been for a month but something... something inside of him was missing. Easier than facing that missing piece of him, he pushed it down.

"Good evening- oh! If it isn't the infamous Sirius Black!" the woman smiled.

"Madam Pince!" Sirius exclaimed. "What brings you to this corner of the Ministry?"

"My darling husband has become ill so here I am, taking care of the usual things he takes care of but I don't mind it at all. I love papers." she laughed widely, which Sirius has never seen on the strict librarian who constantly shushed him when he caused ruckus. For a librarian she laughs extremely loudly.

"We'll take care of it immediately." he started to shuffle through the desk, stamping the documents, reading them, copying them...

"And how about James and your other three friends?" she asked.

"James is more in luck than me. He's already got a mentor for an Auror job as I am stuck on the waiting list, doing them some dull paperwork." he smiled, noticing how the last sentence may have offended the librarian who adores paperwork. He quickly cleared his throat and changed the subject. "Remus has thought about teaching but has hard a rough time finding a post at school, so he's finding himself a bit and Peter is in with his family business, which I never really took interest into finding out what that business is." he smiled politely, stamping the last document and giving her back the papers.

"Well, I think you boys will figure it out sooner or later. You were always all so bright." she grabbed the papers and put them in her bag. "How about the girl? (y/n)?"

Something cut Sirius in half from head to toe when he heard your name. Your name was the knife that cut in deep. Widening his eyes for a bit, he was lost with words. "I- I mean... I don't know with her..." he started to stammer, stumbling over his own words.

"You two were so wonderful." she giggled. "It was such a pleasure watching you two walk down the hall or the library- and with the rest of your friends, you all seemed so wonderful."

"Yeah- uhm."

****' You were jumping in excitement, speaking with enthusiasm. "YOU KNOW THAT BACKPACK THING!"

"The back stretch?" he said calmly.

"Yeah!" she laughed. "I always used to do it with my cousin whenever she came to visit but it's been so long."

"Let us try." said Sirius.

"Here? In front of everybody?" said James, a bit worried. "We should just go."

"LET'S DO IT!" you laughed and turned around. Sirius turned his back against yours and took a hold of your arms until he lifted you up and let your back crack quietly. He didn't even hear it but he had heard you laugh like a little innocent child.

"Oh my God. The two of you are so weird." James rolled his eyes.

But Sirius put you back down on the ground and started laughing with you. "How did it feel?"

"My back? Fucking amazing." you stretched your back a little bit more and continued to laugh. ' ***

"We- uhm... we lost in touch." Sirius looked up at Madam Pince with guilt in his eyes... maybe pain that memory brought him.

She gave him a sympathetic look and smiled. "That's a shame. The two of you were wonderful friends..."

"Yeah... we were, weren't we?"

#sirius black #sirius black imagine #sirius black x reader #james potter #james potter x reader #james potter imagine #remus lupin #remus lupin imagine #marauders #marauders imagine #marauders era

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merihn · 3 years

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For the drabble game: Reggie x Julie, 17 & 22 bc I've had a very long day lol

I didn’t actually use the prompt sentence in the ficlet because I like it better this way.

Also, Starseeker is a really really lovely book. I got it from the library at my work when they were sorting and getting rid of old books. It’s by an English author, Tim Bowler, and I highly recommend it. (the main character's name is Luke, haha, I’d actually forgotten)

Prompt me! Prompts filled.

“I’m fine, Reggie, I have too much to do,” Julie coughs, pushing herself up off the couch, willing her legs to hold her up. She hates feeling so weak, so out of control of her own body. Reggie levels a stern look at her.

“Stay right there for a minute.” He disappears into the kitchen and she hears the water running, then he returns and before she can react, he picks her up bridal style, and carries her up the stairs.

“Reggie!” she cries, “I can walk you know.” But she’s secretly pleased, his arms are so strong around her, his chest warm against her arm.

“Maybe, but you shouldn’t. You’re still recovering.” He sits her on the end of her bed, then fusses around for a minute, pulling her covers back and fluffing up her pillows. Again, before she can move, he picks her up again, and lays her gently back against her pillows. Her heart thumps hard in her chest as he leans over her.

She swallows hard and looks down at her blanket as he pulls it over her.

“Wait here.” Reggie disappears through the door, and for a few long minutes, she lays there, her heart beating too hard, not sure what to think or do.

Reggie returns with two steaming mugs, setting one on the nightstand next to her, then moving around the bed to place the other there.

“What are you reading right now?” he asks, kicking off his shoes. Julie reaches over to grab the book on her nightstand and holds it out to him wordlessly, and he takes it from her, focused on the cover. “Starseeker,” he murmurs, turning it over to read the back.

“It’s lovely, but I’ve only just started it. I think you’d like it.” Julie twists her fingers in the cover of her blanket.

“Good,” Reggie says, and climbs into her bed next to her, shimmying close. “Do you think I could start from the beginning?”

“Reggie, you don’t—”

“I want to,” Reggie cuts her off gently, then slips his arm under her shoulders and pulls her in until her head rests on his chest. In this position she can hear his heart, and it rabbits under his ribs, belies his calm exterior. She curls her arm around his waist and tries to relax.

Reggie opens the book and clears his throat. “He didn’t see her; but he heard her voice…” he begins, his voice soft but clear. Julie sighs and plays with the hem of his shirt, willing her own heart to calm down.

She wants to drink her tea, maybe pull away from him for a little while, until she can get herself under control, but she also doesn’t want to let him go. But he made her that tea, and she doesn’t want to let it go cold.

She rolls over and pushes herself up a little so she can drink, already missing the heat of his body against hers. Reggie reads on without a hitch, taking sips of his own tea between the words.

She dithers for a moment when she finishes drinking, unsure of whether to cuddle back into Reggie or not. She wants to, so badly her chest aches with it, but she doesn’t know if she should. Everything feels so fragile right now, like one wrong move could shatter the whole thing.

Reggie solves it when she finally puts her mug down, hooking his arm around her shoulders and pulling her back into place against him. She lets out a quiet breath and molds herself to him, her head on his chest.

She drowses as she listens to him, his voice washing over her like the softest waves of comfort.

Julie’s not sure when she fell asleep, but when she wakes, Reggie is still under her, silent now, but she hears a page turn; he’s still reading, the fingers of the hand around her shoulder rubbing gently over her skin.

“Mmm,” she hums, snuggling into him. His hand tightens for a moment, then relaxes.

“Want me to try to find where I was up to when you fell asleep?”

She looks up at him, and he’s already watching her, his eyes impossibly fond. She fights against the urge to hide from him.

“If you want to.” Her voice cracks a little, and she coughs to cover it up.

“Are you ok? Do you need some water?” He looks so concerned that her heart thumps again.

“I’m fine.” She looks down at her own fingers bunching up her blanket over his chest.

Reggie puts the book down and touches a finger to her chin, tilting it up so he can look at her again. His eyes flicker down to her lips, and his face pinks as he meets her eyes again. Her heart kicks up again.

“Julie…” Reggie whispers, and his fingers tighten on her chin as he leans down a little, presses his mouth to hers. It’s just a tiny brush of dry lips, but it lights up her whole body.

“You’ll get sick,” she says, not pulling away.

“I don’t care.” He pulls her closer by her shoulders, and she kisses him harder, pushes up a little to fit their mouths together properly.

He kisses her like she’s the most precious thing he’s ever held, until she’s breathless and melting into him.

“God, I—” She drops her face to his chest again, tries to hide in the soft fabric of his white t-shirt.

Reggie hums and strokes his fingers down her arm. She doesn’t know what to say, head still spinning from the kiss, from her illness, from his proximity.

He hushes her, picks up the book again and flicks back a few pages, and starts to read again.

“The great tree seemed to sway in greeting, as though it had been waiting for him…”

Julie lets herself relax again, spreads her fingers out across Reggie’s belly. A tiny hitch in his breathing is all the reaction he gives, and his hand continues to caress her arm as he reads.

They can talk later when she can think clearly.

#julie and the phantoms #so maybe today I'm full of softness #hope you like this babe!#my fic #situation prompts #jatp

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bookstantrash · 3 years

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A/N: Sup folks! I apologise for my complete lack of schedule for posting but, as I promised @perseusannabeth , here we have Part Three! Delivered on Saturday, the last day of my self imposed deadline lol

Our dear boy Cass is back, so grab some popcorn and enjoy the show!

In which she makes a friend, Part Three

Two months and two weeks.

Cassian had been away from Windhaven for seventy-five days.

Seventy fives days spent going to each of the fifty war camps, overseeing the trainings – specially the female’s — and trying to cease the fire that seemed to be leading to the first Illyrian civil war since the Night Court’s High Lord had taken control of the land.

He was tired. Both physically and mentally. His wings seemed to weight ten times more, and he couldn’t help but think of the female he had left alone in his secluded cabin.

He had not wanted to leave.

He had not had a choice.

He should have written to her.

Should have tried to ask her to go with him.

He remembered Feyre saying in passing how Nesta once wished to go and sail the world. But that was a long time ago. When she had been human. When she had not suffered the horrors of the war.

Cassian was not concerned about her safety. He had wards on his house, wards that made it impossible to anyone deemed dangerous or suspicious to get inside. Specially other males apart from him and his brothers. Although Cassian didn’t think that Nesta would try and take anyone to his house. He had made sure to scare the fuck out of every male in camp once Nesta and him had arrived at Windhaven. They knew to not get close to her.

Nesta going to their houses seemed as much unlikely. She had not left her room since they’d arrived. He doubted she’d do so after he had gone away.

No, Cassian was concerned about her health.

In the first month, Cassian had taken upon himself the task of helping Nesta go through her detoxification. Not that she had wanted his help at all.

It had not been pretty. It was not an easy process. Cassian knew it. That was why he had been so concerned when she’d locked herself in her room and went through the pain all alone.

He had stayed awake, listening to her empty her guts day and night, unable to comfort her. To hold her hair back from her face. He’d leave water and food outside her door, the best he’d offer given the situation.

She usually took all the water. She left most of the food.

In the last week of her detoxification, the worst phase, he stood in front of his closed door all through the week, awake. Just waiting for a sound that would have him throwing the door open and running to her room, her anger at him be dammed.

She didn’t call for him. Or for anyone. She stayed unusually quiet.

Cassian died a thousand deaths during that time. He had been so afraid he had dared to open his door and almost knocked on hers. But he heard her breathing.

She was sleeping so quietly that only Fae ears would have been able to hear her.

That night, he stayed outside her door. And when he heard her wake up on the next day, he quickly went to the kitchen.

Acted as if nothing had happened. As if he hadn’t prayed all night for her well being, his stomach filled with dread.

He left food for her and went to oversee the morning training.

The males were smart not to provoke him that day.

And so their relationship stayed that way, Cassian trying to give her space. Waiting for her to talk to him. Or scream at him. Even hit him.

She did no such thing. Stayed practically all day in her room. In good days, Cassian would see her sitting in the stone bench outside his house when he came back. Those days were rarer then he liked.

And then he left. For two months.

She did not leave his mind not even for a second of those seventy-five days.

Landing outside his house, Cassian took a deep breath, bracing himself for what awaited him.

He entered the house, silence being his only greeting. He was not surprised. He had left Ironcrest as the sun was raising, eager to return home, and Nesta was not one to wake up early.

Cassian had stayed at Ironcrest for longer than the other camps, given how that prick Kallon was raising distress among the Illyrians.

He hoped Kallon met his demise at the Blood Rite that year.

But something was amiss in his house. Cassian spotted a duffel bag beside the sofa, which had a pillow and a blanket neatly folded on it. And there was a new scent, one which was not Nesta’s. His heart started to beat faster, his mind running the possibilities. Had the wards became weaker somehow? Had someone gotten inside his home? Or was this some arrangement Nesta had made? Was she planning to leave?

Dumping his things in the hall, Cassian practically ran towards her room, and after knocking and receiving no answer whatsoever — not even a low curse — he opened the door to find the room empty. The bed was made, and Nesta’s scent was still there, which calmed him a little bit. But where the Mother was she?

Closing the door, he strained his ears to listen to something, anything that would tell him that she still was in the house. And then he heard it, a voice coming from outside, very faintly.

He went to the kitchen and opened a side door that connected to an outdoor patio behind his house, which he used for training when he wanted to let off some steam instead of sparring with the other Illyrians.

The scene which Cassian was now seeing made him believe he had fallen sleep and was dreaming, for Nesta and an Illyrian kid were outside, doing what appeared to be some sort of training.

There were four tree stumps positioned to form a big square, in which Nesta was standing inside while the young Illyrian stayed airborne.

“FOUR!” the kid shouted, and flew towards what Cassian guessed was the stump marked as number four, Nesta running towards the same stump. She had just come close to it when another number was shouted, both the kid and Nesta moving towards the new spot.

And Cassian realised, after the initial shock of seeing Nesta outside, of seeing her filled with energy, that the young Illyrian was training Nesta. The exercise in question was one of the first the small Illyrians learned once they started training, to both create a sense of direction and balance while flying and having to suddenly change positions, and to start building their stamina.

He could not believe that somehow Nesta had started training, that she was wearing the Illyrian leathers he left for her among her other clothes. He had done it out of hope that she’d warm up to the ideia of training, to help her manage her powers, to help her learn how to defend herself, so she never found herself in a situation similar to the one with Hybern or his twin spies, all that time ago in Velaris’ library.

The leathers were a little big on her, and she still looked like she should eat at least five full banquets, but something had changed in the time he had been away.

Cassian was afraid to move. Was afraid to even breath. He remained frozen, and kept staring and staring at the female in front of him. A female that two months ago was a shell of her previous self, but that now had a little spark of life back in her eyes. A reminder of the untameable fire she once held.

“Anak”

The word — Commander in Illyrian — caught Cassian’s attention, and he came back to reality to find Nesta looking at him, unmoving, whereas the kid was back on the ground, one fist across its chest, wings tucked and head bowed down.

A soldier, greeting the Commander. A soldier, waiting for orders.

“Küroch” Cassian said, and the young boy raised his head, taking a relaxed attitude, with his feet apart and hands behind his back.

“Kaelin, you should go” Nesta’s voice broke the awkward silence that had fallen among them, and Cassian eyed their interaction with interest.

“But—”

“No buts. You have training in an hour right? You may go”

Kaelin’s eyes darted to Cassian, and the boy hesitated a fraction before muttering a quick goodbye and launching to the skies.

Leaving Cassian and Nesta alone.

~•~

“So you’re back”

“Did you miss me sweetheart?” Cassian teased, hoping to ease some of the tension in the air.

Nesta had gone back inside as soon as Kaelin had left, not bothering to give Cassian a single glance. He had obviously followed her inside, and now eyed her from the kitchen door as she gulped down a glass of water.

“Did you feel so alone that you got yourself a roommate?” he said, pushing her, wanting to get some reaction.

But it seemed the wrong thing to say, for Nesta stiffened and became a pillar of ice and steel he had not seen since the war.

“If Kaelin goes, so do I” she said, fire burning in her eyes “Do not blame me for taking him in and not consulting you when I thought you’d left for good. Two months. For two months you didn’t—”

She stopped herself, and Cassian was reminded of another conversation like this.

“You didn’t come to—”

“The next time, Emissary, I’ll come say hello”

Another broken promise. Another failure to add to his ever growing pile of mistakes.

“No one is going anywhere” he quietly added, trying to bury those memories again “But I’d like to know the reason why he’s here”

“He’s an orphan. He’s a thirteen year old kid who has nothing and no one to take care of him. And who’s left to live in some piss poor tent in the mud while the weather is as cold as Death’s kiss.”

“I lived like that too” Cassian said, reminding those cold and harsh days before Rhysand’s mother took him in, before he knew what it felt like to sleep on a bed, to have a warm meal and hot bath.

“Does it make it right then?” Nesta snapped, and the way she seemed to care for Kaelin made him think that maybe he’d judged her wrong.

She had pleaded for both humans and children’s lives back at the High Lord’s reunion. Had passionately demanded for them to stop being selfish and save them.

How could he have ever thought that she’d let Feyre go hunting as a fourteen year old and say nothing? Do nothing but just twiddle her thumbs while her youngest sister risked her life? With each passing day, Cassian found himself being more and more drawn to the interesting persona that was Nesta Archeron.

“No. No it doesn’t” his voice softened, and he decided to try and be a little less of an asshole “He stays. For as long he wants”

Cassian thought he saw Nesta almost sigh in relief and got even more curious about their relationship.

“How—” he cleared his throat, hoping to find a neutral topic “You are training”

“I figured that if I was to stay here for Mother knows how long I’d better find something to kill time with” she snorted “It’s not like there’s a library here”

“I can— I can ask for books to be delivered here” he gave her what he hoped was a teasing smirk instead of a grimace “I’m sorry my small private collection was not enough stimulation”

Cassian was tripping over his words, he knew that. He thought he must sound pathetic, but he had gotten Nesta to talk, and if his two months away had taught him something it was that he was done keeping his distance.

Nesta only shrugged, in thanks or dismissal he didn’t know, and walked past him to leave the kitchen. Probably to take a bath and get rid of those leathers.

“Stay” he grabbed her fingers, softly, just to hold her back.

She turned her face to look at him, their proximity and the meaning of his words making Cassian drop her hand and place some space between them.

“Have breakfast with me” he quickly added “You should always eat after exercise to regain the lost energy, and breakfast is the most important meal of the day.”

He waited for a heartbeat. Two.

“I mean, I don’t know about you but I’m starving. I left Ironcrest too early and didn’t eat and—“

Gods, he sounded like a green boy talking with a girl for their first time.

“I’ll keep you company” Nesta cut his blabbering short, and sat in the kitchen chair, the ever picture of the mighty queen she was.

Cassian almost jumped with joy. Almost. Because she said she’d keep him company, not that she’d eat with him. And she needed to, desperately so.

Washing his hands and typing his hair back, he went through his cabinets and gathered lots of different ingredients. Nesta stayed silent while he cooked, and when he placed the food on the table — also giving her a plate — she only raised an eyebrow in question.

“This is Imu Yanisa Kiyauriri” he said, gesturing to the dish in front of her “It’s a traditional Illyrian dish. Kind like the human for porridge, but better.”

He didn’t wait for Nesta to start eating, but secretly eyed her as he ate.

“It tastes better hot” he tentatively said, silently willing her to grab the spoon and eat.

He cheered internally when she did, and swore he heard a silent moan of pleasure when she swallowed it. Imu Yanisa Kiyauriri was a dish know for its high energy potencial, and consisted of milk, water, sugar and mbe'yu, a type of wheat that the Illyrians grew. It was a simple dish to make, and was the first Cassian had ever learned to cook. He had faint memories of his mother feeding him Imu Yanisa Kiyauriri, and had almost begged Rhysand’s mother to teach him how to make it, if only to get closer to his mother one way or another.

Cassian had also cooked eggs, bacon, made some toast and brewed coffee. He left it all on the table, and didn’t force Nesta to take it. He would have to take small steps to help her. He could only offer her the possibilities and pray she would take them.

But as he sipped his coffee — the hot drink warming his tired body — he thought that maybe the new occupant of the house would turn out to be a very precious ally.

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