#hope it's somewhat good. english isn't my native language...

[fusionsprunt]

Fusionsprunt isn't just a moving city... it's alive!

There's this interesting and ancient concept about places and buildings being treated like individuals with their own emotions and thoughts (when we are emotionally attached to unconscious things and project our feelings onto them).

Fusionsprunt was built over an abandoned ship, then turned into a enourmous walking furnace supported by gears and machinery. However, if you were to take every citizen out of their homes, left it empty and seemingly devoid of presence, you'd still be accompanied by a dormant giant, waiting to be fed with combustible so it can move around again.

B2 wakes up after her 3-year-long slumber, only to find a desolate and unmoving city, the closest perception of home she ever knew, lying on the scorching red sand of the desert.

A brief sense of hopelessness settles in as she walks through the empty neighborhoods. All windows were closed, but every door was left unlocked. Something must've happened, because her beloved friends are nowhere to be found. Her people either vanished, or abandoned the ship without putting up any resistance.

When sunlight hits the deck, B2 looks down at her feet, reflecting on this familiar and dreadful sense of loneliness and despair... Until a strange and low growl coming from the depths of Fusionsprunt snaps her off her thoughts.

The wooden boards slowly creak and expand in unison, holding in the hot air inside, then exhaling it out, returning to their original shape.

It just breathed.

B2 isn't alone after all.

[...]

In the rich and powerful City of Bortom, Hunter and Guto reluctantly follow the orders of armed officers, following after the entire population of Fusionsprunt and joining them in their imprisonment.

Guto holds his mentor's hand, his eyes displaying fear and uncertainty. This was not what Hunter had in mind when he thought about returning to his hometown.

Both take one last look at Calliux, Olmeda and Deibos setting on the horizon. Both mourn the freedom they once enjoyed before fully embracing the harsh and unfortunate reality. Whatever awaited them could not be good.

Suddenly, an ominous shadow moves after the three descending stars. It grows larger, faster and more defined as it approaches.

It calls. A deep and furious growl resonates through Bortom's shining skyscrapers, making them tremble with the sound wave. Entire crowds shut silent to listen attentively. Bortom becomes so small and insignificant in the face of such magnificence.

With each imposing step, an earthquake. Give me back my children.

Guto's face lights up at the sight. He jumps forward, giggling and waving at their great savior and adored home. Every robot and cyborg joins in, answering back with beeps and bops, whirling their articulations in joy. We are going home!

But instead of celebrating the miraculous return of Fusionsprunt, Hunter's eyes land on a figure standing on the deck. Her arms and clothes were stained in ashes and soot.

B2'a eyes meet his, and she smiles.

[calmcoldevening]

I’m begging you for a part 2 of the knowing the slashers when they were younger fic where they meet when they’re older if you’re up for it ofc🙏

You knew slashers when you were a child and now you grow up and met them

Characters: Thomas Hewitt, Brahms Heelshire, brothers Sinclair

TW: mention of blood, violence, stockholm syndrome.

Ps: english is not my native language, so sorry for misspells. And also i really didn't know what I needed to write about Sinclair, because i need to rewatch the movie to remember their characters, so i didn't write about them. I hope you'll enjoy our sweet Tommy and baby boy Brahms

Part one ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

Thomas Hewitt

You just recently graduated from college and decided to celebrate it with a trip with your friends to one of the US states. The choice fell on Texas. You still had pleasant memories of your school life in this place in your heart, and your heart ached at the thought of how soon you left your hometown. Not that you would call these people friends, but you were good acquaintances and helped each other with tasks. And so you packed your bags and within half an hour you were all driving together in a small SUV. The boyfriend of one of your 'friends' (Jessica) was driving. He was a good man, although he joked about unpleasant topics from time to time. But you turned a blind eye to it. In the end, you will finally find yourself back in the good old Texas.

The road was long, so you had a lot of time to think. You were sitting in the farthest seat, staring into space and slowly stroking an old, slightly battered fox toy with your hand. Your thoughts revolved around one person. That shy little boy you had such a happy conversation with years ago. It was your first memorable friend. You no longer had friends who could surpass sweet Tommy.

Finally, the car turned at a sign with the inscription of a city you know. Your heart started beating faster and you couldn't suppress a smile in anticipation. Soon you will see him again, a sweet shy boy. Although now it will probably be a guy, after all, it's been almost twelve years. This figure was almost painful.

The Texas landscape flowed like a soft canvas on the other side of the window, the sun mercilessly burned his eyes, refracting through the glass. It was hot and stuffy. You're lucky to get into one of the hottest periods in Texas. This place has changed somewhat, although it remains the same as you remembered it. The once small plantings have now turned into real tall trees, although they did not save much from the sultry sun. The wheels of the car turned quickly on turns with an unpleasant sound, raising a cloud of dust behind them. Jessica's boyfriend, Tim, apparently loved playing racer very much, even on the main state road.

By all the laws of luck, Tim abruptly informed you that you were running out of gas. There was a gas station nearby. You entered a small diner next to the gas station, and your heart instantly warmed up. It was that sweet woman, Thomas's mom. Luda-May, isn't that right?

"Hello, Luda," you say with a slight smile, approaching the cash register. The woman looks up at you with a frown, peering at your appearance for a few seconds. Finally, recognition seemed to flash across her face.

"Y/N?" She asks dryly, her voice a little rougher than what you remember from childhood. You nod in response. A warm smile appears on Mrs. Hewitt's face and she hurries out from behind the counter, wrapping you in a gentle, almost maternal embrace. "God, girl.. I never thought I'd see you again. You've grown up so much."

"I'm so sorry that I left so quickly. It was my parents' idea, not mine."

"I understand, honey, don't worry. We've all missed you. Especially Tommy."

The mere mention of his name makes your heart ache. Tommy... You haven't seen him for so long. Your heart yearned for those beloved cornflower blue eyes. You reluctantly pull away from the cozy embrace of Luda, your hand reflexively reaches for your hair, removing a stray strand from your face when you understand the look at a woman.

"You still live there, don't you? Can I see him?"

"Of course, my girl. I've just finished. Hoyt should be arriving soon."

Hoyt? Your brain was carefully trying to find at least one mention of that name in your memory, but nothing came to mind. Strange. Although it may be one of their relatives or friends, after all, you haven't been here for too long, it couldn't have stayed the same, could it?

What was your surprise when that Hoyt turned out to be old Charlie. Although his appearance was now quite pretentious: sheriff's clothes, hat and badge. Something was wrong. This man has been lazy all his life, he could not suddenly decide to go to work in a place related to healthcare. But you chose to remain silent. Hoyt didn't seem to recognize you. When he saw your friends, he invited them to go with them, saying that he had a can of gasoline at home.

"Take the guys, and then you'll come for us. I don't think the sheriff's car can hold that many people," Luda intervened, grabbing your arm protectively. It's got you a little stressed out. Although there was some truth in her words. Five former students came with you, all of them obviously wouldn't have gotten into Charlie's car. The man wanted to say something, but gave up, nodding to the woman.

And so they left. All that time, Luda was asking about your life, enjoying listening to stories from college. She was more interested in this than your own parents. And now Hoyt is back. He was in high spirits. You got to the Hewitt house safely. As a child, as now, the building was still huge for you. Luda carefully led you into the kitchen, offering you tea. God, you've missed this place.

"Tommy! Come here, we have guests," Luda shouted and you heard hurried rustles and heavy footsteps from the basement.

It made you tense up a little bit. Finally, a couple of minutes later, a tall man, the size of an entire closet, entered the kitchen. Your blood turned cold. You slowly looked up. A long, tall body, wavy dark hair and a leather mask on his face. He frowns down at you, seeming to evaluate you with his cold blue eyes.

"Tommy?" As if nothing had happened, Luda-Mae asks in a cheerful voice, "Do you remember Y/N?"

It seemed that at that moment the gears were turning in his head. You needed time to think about it too. Was this huge man Thomas? No, of course, Tommy was a bit of a big kid as a kid, but he was still quite small. The only thing that attracted attention was his bandage on his face. Now it has been replaced by a strange leather mask.

You didn't even have time to think, as careful footsteps were heard from the basement. It seemed, but Tommy and none of the People were found at first. And Tim appeared behind Thomas. God, he was covered in blood and his back was bleeding. Your face is filled with pure horror. And that gave Tim away. Thomas notices your fear and turns around, immediately grabbing Tim roughly and dragging him back to the basement. Your brain screamed like a hunted animal that you needed to get out of here and urgently. Something has happened to this family, something bad, since they communicate with other people like that. But as soon as you tried to run to the exit, at that moment you were hit by something heavy on the back of the head.

His heart ached for you. You were the first person who ever showed him kindness in your life, and now you will surely be afraid of him. God, he wouldn't want to see fear in your beautiful eyes when you're afraid of him. His body was filled with an unpleasant feeling of disappointment and pain. He didn't want that, really. But he wanted to keep you by his side, he didn't want to let you go again. And he didn't want you to hurt the family. So now he was gently wiping the remnants of blood from your beautiful face, tucking stray strands of hair behind your ear. You were still as beautiful, his heart began to beat faster, as it did when he was a child. He saw that toy in your friends' car, you kept it all these years. Thomas couldn't help but smile. Maybe you loved him too? Not now, not after what he did.

The following days were a blur. Your head ached, and an unpleasant heaviness tightened your neck. They put you on a chain. Thomas or Luda would check on you from time to time, Luda would just leave food, and Thomas would just sit on the bed next to you and just look at you. Sometimes he would try to touch you, but you would instantly jump aside like a wounded animal. Thomas's heart ached painfully in his chest. Although.. He deserved it, didn't he? All his life he was looked at with disgust or fear. But he didn't care about those people. All these simple passers-by or victims were just empty meat. But you were afraid of him now. He couldn't stand your gaze, full of fear for your life, so he left the room every time, unable to look in your eyes.

The days slowly followed each other. You were still afraid. But there was something else. Whenever Thomas enters the room, your eyes involuntarily glided over his big strong body. You wanted to snuggle up to him, find comfort in his arms. But there was a part of you that knew it was wrong. They killed people, they killed your friends. They chained you up and kept you here like some kind of dog. And yet your body was begging for his warmth, just like when you were a child.

What was Thomas's surprise when the next time he came into the room, you crawled closer to him, asking for a hug. Your arms clumsily wrapped around his body. Thomas blushed instantly. His heart felt so good. He gently grabbed you by the hips, putting you on his lap, and hugging your fragile body with his strong arms. He buried his nose in your hair. How he missed that feeling. His brain was filled with the scent of your skin. Thomas let out a relieved whimper as you began to gently run your fingers through his tangled hair.

He never left you, he won't let you go into this cruel world again. He will protect you with all his heart. His sweet girl.

Brahms Heelshire

"Now I've won," the man says in a hoarse voice through his cracked porcelain mask with a doll's face.

He was breathing heavily, hanging over you, his left hand pressed against the wall behind you, while the other reached out to your face, gently stroking.

"Still beautiful," he whispers, caressing your chin with his thumb, tracing your lower lip with his fingernail. Your heart was pounding wildly, you shrank under the man's gaze like a frightened animal. His movements were rough, but his touch seemed almost gentle, as if he didn't want to disrupt this moment or harm your fragile being. His breathing was loud and heavy because of the mask, and the skin under his eyes was slightly reddened. And those eyes. Those warm eyes are the color of pure amber under the bright sun. They looked at you with extraordinary affection and humility. You could recognize those eyes out of a thousand. Like back then, fifteen years ago.

You nervously clutched the steering wheel rim with your right hand, counting the turns. Not so long ago, you managed to get a new job, and who would have thought that this job would be in your childhood home. Or rather, your friend. They always treated you like their own child, so they gave you this job without any problems.

The weather was clear, it was only the beginning of autumn. Some of the trees have already turned golden, their leaves rustling unobtrusively. The sky was clear, without a single cloud, so the sun shone brightly through the windshield of your car. It seemed that nothing could spoil your return to your childhood home.

Your heart was beating fast in your chest. The mind was filled with thousands of pleasant memories of your past together and children's laughter. You missed Brahms so much. It's been a long time since you've seen him.

Finally, after a couple of long hours, you arrived at the Hilsher estate. It remained the same. Obviously, Mr. Heelshire was still carefully tending the garden, growing his wife's favorite flowers. You stopped right next to the driveway, the wheels moving pleasantly on the gravel. After getting out of the car, you went inside without thinking twice. The greenery of this place has always been striking in its beauty, it seemed that no seasons had power over this place, the forests of the estate still gave pleasure with their emerald color and the coolness of the dense grove.

You were met at the very door by Mrs. Heelshire. She has changed a lot since your last visit, of course, the years take their toll. Her eyes were a little red and tired, and there were small bruises under them. Her face was unusually pale and her hair was gray, but not as when it happens from age, but when a person goes through a lot of life difficulties and faces stress.

"Honey, I haven't seen you for so long," the woman said smiling, wrapping you in a warm embrace. Her hugs were pleasant, but strangely nervous, "We were surprised when we received your candidacy for this job."

"I just really wanted to come back. My parents wouldn't let me go just like that."

"And for good reason," the woman mutters to herself, immediately turning to face you with a warm smile, "We always want only the best for you, my girl, don't hold a grudge against us."

Her words strain you a little, but you attribute it to her slight excitement before the long-awaited vacation. After all, for as long as you can remember, Mrs. Heelshire has always been a caring and hardworking woman, she didn't know the word 'rest'.

After ten tedious minutes, Mrs. Heelshire explains to you the set of rules and your responsibilities. It seemed like she was trying in a hurry to tell you everything at once. Her eyes were constantly darting around the walls of the house.

And now you're alone. Taking care of the doll was not so difficult. Although you still didn't understand why the doll had the name of your childhood best friend. No one's parents told you what happened to Brahms, you just moved in a couple of days before his birthday. You didn't even have time to give him the gift you made with your own hands. Years later, you felt guilty about it. But now, that feeling seemed to be gone. It feels like you're finally in your place. You're home.

It happened two weeks after your arrival at the manor. As usual, you were sorting out the groceries that Malcolm brought while the man was standing next to you, leaning against the doorjamb. He was watching you carefully, talking about something. To be honest, you've noticed for a long time how ambiguously he looks at you. All those jokes, compliments, touches and glances. He was flirting with you. But you could definitely tell that he wasn't your type. Damn it, he was overconfident. But in a relationship, you wanted to 'be at the helm', you wanted a guy with character, but definitely obedient. And Malcolm definitely didn't fit that description.

"..hey, can you leave this doll after all? Let's go to my place. I'll show you a lot of interesting things," he says with a sly grin, taking a few steps closer.

"The Heelshirs left me here for a reason, I don't want to undermine their trust."

"Come on, do you really want to spend the rest of your life in a house with just this doll?" The guy purrs, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his nose in your neck. You are annoyed by his behavior and you step on Malcolm's foot with force. He hisses and quickly pulls away. "Fuck, are you stupid?"

"Watch your mouth, boy."

Malcolm tenses up. He hears rapid rustling in the walls, his eyes darting around the room.

"The hell with you," he finally gives up. Malcolm grabs the empty boxes and leaves the house, slamming the door behind him. You're relieved. He seems to be a man, but he behaves like a scared boy.

"Y/N.. Did he hurt you?" A small child's voice comes from somewhere in the hallway. You flinch a little. You knew that voice. Brahms. True, his voice was a little different in childhood, now it was quieter and plaintive. You quickly close the refrigerator and slowly walk towards the source of the sound.

"Who's here? Brahms?"

It all happened too fast. At first, you were driven by interest with a little bit of fear. In an instant, you saw a tall, broad figure towering over you by a good two heads. You were scared. You ran away, hoping to hide from a stranger. And one day you were pinned against the wall by a muscular figure.

"Y/N, don't be afraid... I didn't mean to scare you." A child's voice mumbles plaintively. You look into those hazel eyes and your heart sinks.

"Brahms?" In response, the man only reaches out to your face, gently caressing your cheek.

"Now I've won." His voice changes. Instead of a child's voice, a low, hoarse voice now caresses your ears. You feel electricity running down your spine, you instinctively squeeze your hips.

Your hands reach for the porcelain mask, but Brahms abruptly pulls away. He shakes his head negatively. He didn't want you to see his face. He doesn't want you to be scared. He doesn't want you to leave him like the others.

"Come on, Brahms. You're a good boy. Didn't you love kissing?" You speak with a slight smile. A long-drawn-out whine comes from under the mask. He nods briefly. You lift the edge of the mask, covering his hot lips with your own. Brahms's movements are fast and assertive, he bites your lips, squeezing your waist in his hands. He missed you so much.

[konigsblog]

Hey, first of all, get well soon!

Second, I've read in your profile Info, that you are affiliated with Scotland and I have a cultural (linguistic) question. Let's say I want to write something for Soap. English is not my native language, but I understand very well that a person from England, even in writing, will distinguish a speech from a person from Scotland from, for example, a person from America. I want to accurately and, most importantly, respectfully show that the speech of Soap (the Scot) is somewhat different from the speech of e.g. the Price (the Englishman). Could you please advise me what I can read or listen to on the topic of the difference between spoken English between the Scots and the English (or Americans)? I understand that I have literally a few games with Soap at my disposal, but I am not a native English speaker, and therefore I need additional materials. I really hope I didn't use any offensive terms in the question. If this question upsets you in any way, please feel free to ignore it.

hii !! this is a good question, im not sure if you mean slang or not but i can't list a few examples of scottish slang. just in case some people don't know, most scottish people don't speak scottish gaelic (i personally think the language isn't useful since there's no country that speaks it other than the highlands anf most people aren't from there!!)

bonnie means someone beautiful

lass is for girls, lassie is another one

lad is for boys, lads is multiple boys.

wit means what in a scottish accent

dinae means don't, dae means do (dinae dae that = don't do that)

hen is also what you'd call a girl scottish slang

dafty means someone stupid, daft means stupid (stop being a dafty = stop being stupid.)

wheesht means shh, if you wanted someone to he quiet you'd say ‘wheesht’ or ‘haud yer wheesht’

aye means yes

awa' an bile yer heid means go fuck yourself or get lost

wee means little

for english, they don't type words in their accent usually; so basically the translations for the scottish words would be what someone whose english would say, ex; aye means yes - soap would say aye, john would say yes.

here's some links that could be useful!!

https://youtu.be/DqaJaKS1coA

https://youtu.be/c42dvgPIfSk

https://youtu.be/Z-WliS0HHF8 this video shows the accent differences and word differences between english, french and scottish !

[van-yangyin]

Ryuuya Kitta 1 ~ Introducing my family (I really don't know what title to put here 😕) - IcarRyuu [Ryuuya's POV]

Hello everyone… I don't know how these things work so…. I'm Ryuuya Kitta, nice to meet you all. Today, I'll start by introducing you to my family, my daddy Ryuu (瑠), my papa Tatsu (健) and my mommy Mikoto (光言). Almost all the pictures I'll share around here are made by me, if the quality is bad, especially when I was little and used analog cameras (specifically polaroids), you can't complain, I didn't know nor know how to make it better…. And it's not that I can change their quality, because are already made… who knows is my boy friend Icaro. I will indicate who is the author of the photograph, in the ones that aren't made by me.

I'll start by introducing myself, I'm Kitta Ryuuya (吉田竜矢), you can call me Ryuuya, I would tell you to call me Ryuu but better not, otherwise you want my father to think you call him. Well, unless you don't meet him, if you don't meet him, then you can call me Ryuu. My best friend Icaro sometimes calls me Ryuu-chan, although that's what my parents also call me… Unless they get mad at me because then they call me by my last name and first name, like all parents do when they get mad, I guess. Although I'm sure it's not necessary to point out that your parents won't call you by my last name and my first name, but by yours?

It always happens the same to me, why I start writing about something as simple as my first and last name and at the end I end up talking about what my parents call me and how parents call their children when they scold them? I hope that doesn't bore you because it's something that happens to me quite often.

Oh, that's right… I'll mention it now so I don't forget later and place it somewhere that it doesn't look well integrated. When I take photos I usually put a warm filter afterwards, because the ones I take look like are lifeless. By the way in the second picture I tried to get my best smile, it's not something I'm very good at…. I just wanted to clarify it, in case you find it weird. Also, English isn't my native language, so please be patient with it, and if I've written something really wrong let me know! I really like to learn and improve day by day.

I was born in Suita, in Osaka prefecture, Japan (rightmost part of the Komorebi area), as you can see, above I've put a photo to familiarize you a little bit with the place… Or at least with the concept of the place…. (although it's actually a photo of my old house, taken by me at the age of 7 or 8 before I moved to another place, that's why it looks so busy). At the age of 6, when my mother died, after a couple of years passed, my parents officially declared to the world that they loved each other and were going to continue raising me as a family, they argued with my maternal and paternal grandparents and we moved to Kizugawa City, Kyoto Prefecture, Japan (Evergreen Harbor). From a family house we ended up in a small apartment. I guess at that time my parents wanted to forget about my mother as soon as possible…. There I started at a new school and did quite well, especially with the theoretical subjects and baseball.

Oh, yes, I forgot! Although I don't know if it's something that should go here…. Before I turned 6, at the age of 4, I was officially diagnosed with ADHD (Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder) and ASD (Autism Spectrum Disorder), a somewhat late diagnosis because of the doctor who took my study. And the doctor said that it would personally make some aspects of my daily life difficult, but it seems that those words to my daddy Ryuu were taken very seriously because to this day he keeps trying to help me in everything he thinks I need help with and also papa Tatsu has also made a kind of alliance with him and they're so heavy handed with me that I think the best way to call them would be helicopter dads. The photo was taken by daddy Ryuu… and they were the ones who put me in those clothes… I know, totally boring clothes.

My favorite animal has always been the cat. I've always loved cats, especially black cats. In fact I've always gotten along very well with them and they've gotten along very well with me, I guess we're alike at some point. The picture was taken by Icaro on the spur of the moment, in case that's something you're wondering about. By the way, have you guys ever listened to the song by 「黒猫のタンゴ」(Kuroneko no tango)? I leave you the link here, listen to it if you want and let me know what you think. This song is inspired by the Italian song "Volevo un gatto nero", if you listen to the tone of this one here, you will see that it's the same, although the songs have nothing to do with each other. The Italian version talks about how the singer wants a black cat but is always given a white cat in exchange for what the others want, while the Japanese version the black cat symbolizes the runaway girlfriend of the singer.

On the other hand, my favorite topics and the ones you will always find me talking about are music and videogames. I love playing the piano, it's something I discovered when I went to school and saw a piano for the first time. On the other hand, video games stimulate me and when it comes to the ones I love, I can't stop speculating everything that happens around it and memorizing everything in it. By the way, the photo was taken also by Icaro, he said loves it when I play the piano, because I transport him to other worlds. Although I was a little worried because Icaro was listening to me.

I think I've already written too much about myself, and I can say more in other posts, so now I'm going to start with my father Ryuu.

This is daddy Ryuu, I took his picture recently. He's a writer and loves to write books for adults. Well, there you can see him at work. A long time ago he married my mom and they had me, when a few years passed my mom died, time passed and papa Tatsu confessed to daddy Ryuu. Daddy Ryuu told me what it's to be bisexual, that he told Papa Tatsu that had always liked both men and women, but that he never wanted to make a step forward, because he also loved Mom very much and didn't want to break the beautiful relationship and friendship that had formed between the three of them. My paternal and maternal grandparents never accepted this relationship, they told him that if he was homosexual why had he played a role by marrying mom and they didn't accept that a person could be able to like both men and women, I think they didn't understand as well as I did what it was to be bisexual, even though I was 9 years old. They believe that you can only like one thing or the other, so with me they have no problem, although they don't know that I've fallen in love with Icaro for who he is and not for being a man, but that's something I'll write about in another publication. My grandparents want me to visit whenever I can, but they don't want to know anything about my parents.

He's papa Tatsu, for as long as I can remember I've always called him papa, although technically at that time he wasn't romantically with either daddy Ryuu or mommy. No one ever denied it to me, not even he himself, so I got used to calling him that from a very young age. When I was little, I called him daddy Tatu, it was very difficult at that time for me to pronounce the character "つ" (tsu), although surely the first few times they heard me pronounce it they laughed at me.

Papa Tatsu works as a journalist. Some time ago he told me that when was studying journalism he worked in a bar part-time. There he met daddy Ryuu while writing books that he sent to publishers to try his luck. He confessed to me that from the day he met him it was love at first sight. I remember asking him why he didn't confess his love to daddy until long after mommy died and he told me it was because he was already engaged to mommy and never wanted to stand in the way.

He also told me that was the best man at his wedding and that mommy always knew that he was in love with daddy Ryuu. In fact, he told me that it was thanks to mommy, for her words of support before she died, that to this day he was formally my dad, because he had the courage to step forward and confess his love. The picture above is one that papa Tatsu and mommy took before I was born, I have permission to post it.

I've always wondered why I look more like papa Tatsu than daddy Ryuu, but they've never said anything to me, so I'd rather let it be.

This is my mother, Mikoto. She has long since left us and protects us from the stars, the sun and the moon. She worked as a medical scientist and developed and conducted experiments to test new drugs and medical devices, as well as studying the root causes of diseases and improving the effectiveness of treatments. Daddy Ryuu says that some people are very sensitive or don't want to read things that may remind them of sad moments in their life, so please if you're reading this, I'm now going to talk about something that happened to my mom and you may not like to read it. The picture I've posted above was of what my mom looked like when I was still very little, something I don't remember and that baby she's holding, is me. That picture wasnt taken by me, it was taken by papa Tatsu, so all rights go to him, he gave me permission to scan it and post it. The written part that comes now you can pass it and go to the end or until you see again this red color, I don't want to cause you bad memories or bad feelings, in fact for that reason is why I left it last.

My mom, Mikoto, died when I was 6 years old. I took that picture when I was little and it's one of my most precious objects. A year after I was born, mom talked to papa Tatsu, he was the first to know what she had. My mother had metastatic cancer, meaning the cancer was already far away from the area where it originated. The doctor told her that the chances of being cured were very low, and she was only given two or three more years to live. There were very remote possibilities of being cured, but the treatment with chemotherapy and pills would at least slow down its growth and reduce her symptoms. My mom was a fighter, she spent 5 years fighting to the end and for that I admire her very much. I was never told what kind of cancer she had, but I know my dad Ryuu and my dad Tatsu were always by her side and helped her in any way they could, plus I'm not very good in the medical field so I don't think would find what I'm looking for (actually I think the only thing I could do is go see the doctor who took her when when I have legal age and ask him) I know I said above that they moved to forget her, but specifically I meant to forget those bad memories that were left in that house. Surely they wanted to move out to treasure the good memories in the memories and videos we take with us.

I took the photo one afternoon when I found a dandelion on my way home. Since at that time my mom couldn't leave the house much anymore, I brought it to her and when we were both on the bed I told her to blow on it to make a wish. Mommy blew it and the dandelion seeds spread all over the room. She looked so beautiful that with my polaroid I took a picture of her (although it was actually with papa Tatsu's help, that's why the photo looks so good, I was 5 years old). I never knew what she asked for that day, and she never wanted to tell me either. By the way, mommy always liked to attach stickers on polaroid pictures, I think it's a habit I ended up picking up from her.

The last time I saw my mom she said, "Promise me that you will take good care of daddy Ryuu and papa Tatsu and that you will always, always, always be a fighter like mommy. This is for you, the bracelet that has accompanied me all my life. When I'm no longer in this world, I want you to know that the stars, the moon and the sun reflected in each pearl will be me watching over you from each one of them." And this photograph is of the bracelet mommy gave me, my bracelet, another of my most precious objects. I never mourned her death, no tears came from my eyes. I don't remember much about her either as I don't have an eidetic or photographic memory like Icaro, but I do remember the sound of her voice, I can always hear it in my mind, tone by tone. Oh, sure, there was a song my mom always sang to me that I remember how it sounded with her tone of voice perfectly my mind, it went like this:

"My little cat, my little cat, is always jumping. My little cat, my little cat, is always going on adventures. What will I do if my little cat gets lost in the grass? Wow, I found my little cat, he's right here!"

「あたしのこねこ、あたしのこねこ、いつもジャンプしている。 あたしのこねこ、あたしのこねこ、いつもぼうけんにでかけている。 もし、あたしのこねこがくさむらでまいごになったらどうしよう？ わぁ、あたしのこねこをみつけたよ！ここにいるよ。」

And right after that she tickled me. Sometimes she would change the lyrics to the song a little bit, depending on the day or the situation, but this was the version sang me the most. If you're wondering if you can find it on the internet the answer is no, because it was a song that mommy created especially for me. If someday I'm not so embarrassed I'll sing it and upload it for you to hear.

And this is the end of today's post. For the first one it has been quite long, hasn't it?

What would you like me to feature in my next post? Would you like me to write about who my best friend Icaro is and how I met him? My best friend Marena? Leave it in comments below.

See you in my next post, although I don't know when it will be yet as I'm learning to manage time and figure out how others work here.

[tonycries]

hi, love!

just wanted to ask you — because i need to say that you are a model for me haha — what’s you first language and do you have tips for those like me who are learning english to come up with writing fanfictions?

why i ask that? because i love your writing and knowing the fact that you’re able to write in english so well is the dream that i want to realize (and you made it so gave me hope not to give up when frustration is getting over me and tell myself “i could never do it”) as a B2 english level (is that how we can say it??) and not a native (i’m a french native speaker).

and i’d add that you sound native although it's not 🫠

i think that’s all, so thank you in advance!

have a nice day 💕

Hi there ml, tysm for right your kind comments and for reaching out <3

My first language isn't English, and I'd like to keep it a secret for now (cuz privacy reasons) but I am South Asian 😊

I've been learning English for about 15 years now. And me personally I picked up a lot of English as a kid by watching movies and reading books. And I mean a lottttt of books, these really helped with vocabulary and grammar.

Also it's a lot easier to pick it up when you're in an environment that speaks the language - through conversations and such. Eg. I went to international schools so everything was in English anyway.

Hope these were somewhat useful, it's how I improved my English. Yours is already so good so pls don't be frustrated, you'll do amazing!!

[novoaa1writes]

hiya!! just wanted to say i am absolutely losing my mind over your writing, genuinely its a masterclass in writing. i aspire to your level of creating a scene and wonder if you have any tips on writing for the things you enjoy / in general? any and all tips are so so appreciated. thank you again for sharing your talents with us. - <3

omg omggg i love it when people ask me things, and yes absolutely, i have some tips that (i hope) are helpful to you

i got a bit long-winded with it, so i'll put it under the cut.

without further ado:

the thesaurus is your friend. any time i'm writing—whether it's an essay for school, or fanfiction, or occasionally even an e-mail to someone i don't know terribly well—you best believe i'm switching from one tab (google docs, e-mail, etc.) to the other (thesaurus.com) like it's a professional sport. it's a quick, easy, and effective way to switch up your writing by avoiding redundancies in word choice.

read, read, read, and then go read some more. ever since i was quite young, i've done quite well at written assignments of all kinds—fiction writing, research papers, etc. i don't say that to brag; i say that to set up the following point: i truly believe that so much of what makes writing come somewhat naturally to me now is a credit to the many hours, days, years i spent with my nose so far into the spine of a book, it's a wonder i ever got it back out again. i look at my writing now, and i'm able to pinpoint a number of patterns that can be traced directly back to the writing styles of authors i admire. reading the work of others—whether it be fanfiction or a published novel—will give you a better sense for what flows and what doesn't, what evokes emotion in readers and what merely provides filler, what you wish to emulate and what you wish to do differently.

be experimental! don't be afraid to switch around word order, or utilize dialogue in lieu of descriptive text, or alter the flow of the narrative from the typical linear plot convention. especially when we speak of fanfiction, there are a lot of exceedingly common "-ism"s (phrases, word choice, etc.) that appear again and again across the board in a large majority of works—which isn't necessarily a bad thing, to be clear. that said, it does sometimes complicate matters if a goal of yours is to make your writing stick out. and honestly, if you try something and it doesn't work, who cares? writing is a continual exercise in learning. but if you try something, and it does work? hoooly shit. it's a great feeling.

proper grammar, spelling, and formatting are not the be-all and end-all. sure, when i'm reading a fic, it doesn't escape my notice if the grammar is wrong, or a word is used incorrectly, or the formatting choices do not match up with what i might've opted for. but guess what? i'm not the author, i'm not their beta reader, and unless they specifically asked for that feedback, it's not my place to give it. what's more: good writing is not synonymous with quote-unquote "proper" writing. (see: prescriptivism.) for me, barring the case in which the prevalence of writing errors renders the work completely unreadable (which has literally never happened), i don't actually give a shit if the author wrote "your" when it should've been "you're." phonetically, it's the same. plus, english is hard, even for native speakers! (this goes for any language, mind you.) if the concept of the story is good, and it's compelling enough to keep me clicking that "next chapter" button, you best believe i'll continue doing exactly that—and enjoy the hell out of it.

proper grammar, spelling, and formatting are not the be-all and end-all—to a point. i know, i know, i just said they weren't- look, i'll explain. and, as a brief caveat: this is highly dependent on how much the breadth of the audience you're trying to reach matters to you. that said, let's get into it. on numerous occasions, i've seen fanfiction readers (particularly on tumblr) post about instances where the formatting of certain fics has actively discouraged them from reading. especially paragraph breaks. and, in the case of the tumblr site itself, including a "read more" for fic posting. although i have and continue to read fics that make minimal use of paragraph breaks, and/or don't include a "read more," there have been occasions where i've seen these formatting choices and have elected to simply not read the fic. if it's on ao3, i'll often mark it for later, but at this point, my "marked for later" list has surpassed a mile wide, and there's no telling when i'll return to it—if i ever do. proper grammar and spelling are less of an issue, it seems, but formatting can prove to be a deciding factor in whether or not people take the time to read what you've written.

write for you, not for anyone else. if you're a fic writer, requests are a great way to engage with your readers. however, you shouldn't write them for the sole purpose of appeasing said readers—especially not at your own expense. i've seen a number of writers who, after starting an intensive schedule to fulfill requests from their followers/readers on a consistent basis (weekly, daily, etc.), eventually burn out, deactivate their account, and go on hiatus—sometimes indefinitely. so, take care of yourself. never forget why you started writing and, if applicable, publishing your works. to this day, i have yet to meet a single writer whose motivations for writing have simply been recognition and renown. sure, that can certainly constitute some part of it, but above all else, we do this shit because we love it. so, take your breaks. pace yourself. write what you want to write. you, and the writing you produce, will be better for it.

alright, those are all the points i could think up for now. again, i did get slightly long-winded with it, as i'm wont to do, but i did my best to not ramble. also, most of the examples i used had to do more with fanfiction than any other type of writing, so i hope that was okay. you're welcome to message me if you wanna chat any more about this (or anything else, really)!

anyway, thank you for this absolutely lovely ask. it made my week <3

[ikamigami]

Chapter 2 is here!

Title: Dark clouds

Characters for chapter 2: Sun, Moon, Eclipse (only voice in red colour) (Lunar only mentioned)

Rating: M (heavy topics and very mild language)

TW for chapter 2: gore, self-harm, intrusive thoughts, slight depiction of violence, self-depreciation, blood self-hatred, self-disgust (I hope I didn't overlooked anything)

Feel free to point any language mistakes or lack of sense in sentences (cause English isn't my native language. I only wrote it in English because I wanted to share this with as many fans I could). Positive criticism is welcomed. Please don't be rude. And don't come at me for how I depicted characters because this is my interpratation of them.

Chapter 1 Chapter 3

DARK CLOUDS

Chapter 2 - Is it really just a nightmare?

Sun woke up with strange feeling. He took look around his room. He was sitting on his bed. He didn't remember what he dreamt about but he had a strange feeling which he couldn't shake off. Something was not right. He looked on a time on his left arm. It was exactly the time to start a work at a Daycare. And it definitely wasn't a time to think about any strange feelings or anything like that.

Sun was preparing for work when he finally realise what this strange feeling was. He didn't hear any voice in his head. And to be more specific he didn't hear Moon's voice. He felt a pang in his heart. Only few moments later he remembered that they got separated. Or rather it was Moon who did that. Another pang in a heart. Moon doesn't want you anymore. He doesn't need you. Sun shrinked at this strange thought. What was that? He thought to himself. He didn't recognized this voice. Nevermind. I need to get to work. Stop thinking about things that doesn't matter.

The day was going somewhat okay for now. Moon couldn't help with the Daycare though because he must to adjust to his new body. But it was okay for Sun because he's worked alone before so it wasn't like he couldn't handle a couple of days without help. He still felt that strange feeling from morning but he tried not to think about it. Everything is fine. He tried to reassure himself. But the strange feeling was only strengthening with passing time.

When naptime came one of the kids couldn't sleep but that wasn't a problem in itself. The real problem was a fact that said kid didn't want to calm down and was annoyingly loud. Sun normally could handle this type of situations like a professional (which he was, yeah say that to yourself, ? nevermind) but this day wasn't that good for him from the start. Sun felt like builded up anxiety started to get a toll on him and he started getting more frustrated with every minute. But at the same time he felt very off. Something wasn't right. Moon handled this things somehow... It's a shame that there is no Moon anymore. And yet again this strange voice. He started getting closer to the bratty kid. Sun grabbed him to get him to a corner so they could talk things out and wouldn't wake other kids up. But when he was about to drag the kid out he suddenly lost track of what was going on. And when he regained consciousness he saw something which he won't ever forget.

The Daycare looked like after some massacre. Every kid looked like they got mauled by some beast. Sun couldn't think at all. His mind was blank. He didn't even realise that he sinked heavily on the rubber floor and that he grabbed his own head so hard he could pull it off anytime now. Then all of a sudden his mind was flooded with sudden thoughts. How could that happen?! How is it possible?! Moon isn't in my head anymore! There is no Moon with kill code anymore! So how?! How... ?! And then the sudden realisation hit him as if someone throw a ton of bricks at him. If it wasn't Moon... If it wasn't Moon with kill code... Then... Then that... That means... Means... It... It was... Y M O E U ! !

He felt like his whole life left his body at that moment. He went limp and his hands hit rubber floor lifelessly. Only then Sun saw that he had blood dripping from them. And that his whole body was covered in blood. And that the whole Daycare was covered in blood. Blood was literally everywhere. So much blood. Too much blood. Sun's never seen anything like that. Even Moon never did anything brutal like that. No, that wasn't right. Even Moon with kill code didn't do anything as brutal as... that! And Sun has seen a lot because he was the one who cleaned after every mess... or every "incident" Moon caused... So tell me... Hasn't it been always your fault actually, hmm...? No! N-no... right..? It-it... Sun stuttered within his own thoughts. And suddenly he remembered. He remembered everything.

Maybe Moon really had been harming all those people. And that's true. But he did that because of the kill code. Not out of his own voluntariness. Sun knew that Moon wouldn't want to harm anyone (especially innocent ones). But it wasn't only Moon's body. It was also his body (and someone could even say that it is (was) mainly HIS body). So why on Earth he didn't do anything to stop Moon from hurting others?! Maybe you're more responsible than you've ever thought? Right..? Right... Sun could've done something, right? He could've tried harder to prevent Moon from doing bad things, right? Yeah, Sun wasn't the smartest animatronic in the world (he was the dumbest one actually) but it didn't mean that he should give up on trying. Or maybe he was only making cheap excuses for himself? It was always so easy to hide behind the mask of stupidity, right? Taking no responsiblities for your own actions and to no one expects anything from you. Easy and happy life, right? Maybe it was really all Sun's fault? Definitely. He let it all to happen. Even though he should've been a support for Moon. And at the end of the day he blamed his own brother for all of this. As if Moon didn't try to fight the kill code. But it wasn't the worst thing about it. Sun really had the audacity to act like he's never done anything wrong and he was the innocent one. Disgusting.

He's vision became blurry and he almost felt like he might loose his consciousness any minute now. But then came another thought. Much darker than those before. Thought which made his insides churn (if that was even possible). What if you liked it? What if you liked when Moon was hurting others? What if you wanted all of this to happen? What if you're just... B A D..? Bad..? At this moment Sun felt like everything around him froze in place. Like time has stopped. His vision has been slowly overcomed by darkness and his breath has gotten caught in his own throat when he was processing words coming from this foreign voice in his head. And when he finally fully grasped the meaning behind them he let out the loudest bloodcurdling scream his lungs have ever produced. He started to breath rapidly while being unable to take any deep breath. He was panicking. He couldn't see anything before him. He couldn't hear anything. He didn't even realise when Moon got behind him and tried to got to him.

It felt like an eternity to Sun before he realised that Moon was there and was asking him about something. He tried his best to understand what his brother was saying. He barely could pick up that Moon was asking him about what happened. Sun couldn't focuss on anything. His mind still has been stucked with that one thought of him being bad. Everything else was fuzzy. Eventually he mumbled quietly under his breath that he doesn't know what happened. Liar. He shrinked at the thought. It wasn't true. He wasn't liar, right..? He wasn't bad, right..? He didn't do that, right..? Then who did that? Then who..? Sudden movement coming from Moon who helped Sun stand up from rubber floor, broke his train of thoughts.

- ...there you go... - he heard Moon's voice near his head yet like it was from afar at the same time. It almost felt like they were still together in one body. But then he remembered that they were not anymore. The sudden reminder of this sad reality caused another pang in Sun's heart. He didn't want to feel it. He just wish for this awful feeling to go away. The feeling that Moon doesn't want to have anything to do with Sun anymore. That Moon doesn't like him that much. That maybe Moon doesn't love him. No! Stop it! Moon isn't like that! And you know that you deserve this. To be left alone. You don't deser-

- I- I didn't do... that... - Sun wispered. He didn't want to listen to this damn voice anymore. He didn't do that. He didn't even know what has happened.

- Are you sure that it wasn't you? - he heard Moon's voice behind him.

- Wha... - Sun couldn't process what was going on. In one moment Moon was helping him get up but in another one he was saying something with a little bit of dissapointment in his voice? And what exactly did Moon said just now? Sun tried to turn around to look at his brother. He barely could move but he managed somehow to turn his head at least. His vision was deceiving him. It has to be like that. Because how one could explain that they weren't in Daycare anymore but in their secret base? What..? How..? Sun was wondering about what just happened but Moon cut in asking:

- How can you know that you didn't do that? - Wha..? What the hell was going on? - Eclipse said that you killed that agent. - Moon continued. Sun was shocked. Eclipse?! But who is Eclip-..? His mind couldn't comprehend what his brother meant at first but then he remembered. Eclipse took control over him at that interview. Something wasn't right. Sun could feel it. He didn't knew why but he felt like there was a huge gap in his memories. He kind of didn't remember how exactly he found himself here? But more important was what Moon said a moment ago. How could Moon believe in whatever Eclipse told him? Sun felt betrayed. Oi, oi! How so?! What now?! How can YOU of all people feel betrayed?! And by your own brother. How dare you? Just how dar- He didn't kill anyone! He didn't do that... right..? Actually, yes, you did- No! Yes, you d-

- I didn't do that! - he shouted out loud while he was raising his hands up in the air. Only then he realised that there was still blood on them. How..?! Something was wrong. Where did th-that blood come f-from..? Suddenly he couldn't remember what he wanted to say and why he even was there. Everything began to blurr. Sun started breathing heavily while he was looking at his own hands covered in blood. He quickly forgot about Moon and what his brother said to him. He only wished for this blood to be gone. He slowly started rubbing his hands against each other to get rid of red stains. But it wasn't enough. It didn't work. Why..? He started to rubb his hands faster and harder. S-stupid... s-stupid... b-b-blood... Sun started to panick more and more when the blood didn't want to come off.

- C-come on..! Wh-why can't you just dissapear..?! - he began mumbling to himself with frustration rising in his voice. He didn't even realise that their surroundings changed until something poked him in the eye. - H-hey..! I-I... - Sun turn his head toward direction he thought the poking came from. - m... bus... M-moon..? B-but h-how..? Wh-what's going... on..? - Sun mumbled. He couldn't wrapped his head around what just happened.

- Hey! - said Moon in weirdly mischievous tone (not suiting him but it was still Moon's voice nonetheless) and giggled.

- Wh-why... did you do that..? - Sun asked a little disoriented by what was going on. W-wait..! A second..! Hold on! Did Moon just giggled..?! It couldn't be, could it..? Sun shook his head to clear his mind a little and only then he realised where they were. It... couldn't... be... He felt nauseated. No, no, no, no, no, no-

- Are you sure it wasn't you? - Moon interrupted his train of thoughts yet again with this weird mischievous tone. He poked Sun in the eye again and again and again. It started getting on Sun's nerves more and more. He couldn't even think it all through.

- C-could you stop doing this?! - Sun barked at Moon. He said it much louder than he wanted but he couldn't care less at the moment. - I can't think..! Hey! - but Moon didn't seem like he wanted to stop and he kept poking Sun not only in the eye but all over his face. He also kept taunting him.

- Oh, there you are! Our unhinged Sunny! Your true colours are showing, aren't they, huh!? Huh!? So tell me now, that you didn't do that! That you didn't kill all those people! - Moon's tone became even more like one of those cartoon's goons voices. He was grinning at Sun while he was skipping from one foot to another. This irritated Sun even more. But he couldn't shake off the dreading feeling he was feeling since he realised where they were.

- Stop it... I'm not... in the mood... huh... - Sun sighed heavily. What on Earth is going on?! What am I even doing here?! How I even found myself here?! It can't be! It just can't..! I, I, I... That's impossible... - He started to numb to his surroundings and to whatever the hell "this" Moon was doing. Maybe numbness could help him gather his thoughts. Sun's gaze went past the illusion of his brother. He was gazing into the dark void between the two cloudy things rushing over his head and below his feet. It was the same damn place he was sitting in, for how long now...? He couldn't remember. The best place to spend rest of your damn miserable life. Your stupid headspace, you fucking moron. How could you forget that you didn't escape? You can't escape from here! What a dumb fucker! Nicely said. You're starting to get better at this. It's good that you're starting to accept reality. How long it took you? Hmm... Let's see... Only to the point when you both were taken over. How nice of you, am I right? I-I...

Sun looked at his own hands yet again. They were still covered in blood. You know it won't ever go away. Sun wished that the voice was wrong but he knew better. Now, he knew better. He sighed trying to curl in himself. "Fake" Moon didn't stop teasing him reciting every sin Sun has ever done. He wished that all of this could go away. But it won't. I... I know... The sigh escaped his mouth again. But the feeling that something wasn't right didn't go away either. It only seemed to increase with each passing second. The sudden shiver went down his spine. Oh... So you've finally realised... The weird glee coming from the voice froze Sun's insides and he began taking quicker and shorter breaths. No, no, no, no, no, no- He remembered. He remembered what happened on July 16th.

The gore-ish memories started flooding his mind. And the nausea started hitting him again. He remembered how he was tearing through children's bodies. How he was ripping their heads of. And that blood was flowing endlessly from their mutilated and smashed corpses. And how he was breathing heavily in ecstasy. He did that... HE did all of that! I did that... I really... did that... Sun stopped breathing completely. His stomach flipped from disgust and he felt like he was going to vomit. Oh, poor Sunny! Blegh! You veil piece of shit! Vicious beast! Filthy abhorrent degenerate! Disgusting cunt! Damned son of a bitch! How can you keep going? How can you live with all that?

I-I... His vision became hazy. He felt like his head weighed a ton. Despite splitting headache he had, his mind wasn't blank. New images began rushing through his head. He started to remember. He remembered everything. Him killing those kids like a crazed maniac. Him killing that agent with cold blood. Him putting the maternity chip in Roxanne's head without any remorse. It was all his fault. I can't ever be forgiven. Sun felt strong tremble coming from his insides through his whole body. He gagged until he was able to vomit. He looked at his own vomits. Everything was blurry. He wanted all of this to be gone. Accompanied by all those awful thoughts about himself he kept puking. He decided that it was better like that. Every new wave of memories of his horrible sins didn't let him stop. With each gagg Sun was trembling more and more until he started thrashing so terribly that he thought that he's going to shunt apart any moment now. Even when he started to feel excrutiating amount of pain Sun didn't even bother to stop. His insides were burning. He was feeling like he's lungs were on fire from not taking proper breaths. But he couldn't care less about his well-being at this point. How could he actually?

All this throwing up made Sun tear up. Crying was forcing him to catch breath but because he kept puking, he began to choke on his own vomit stuck in his throat. But even then he didn't bother to stop. He couldn't. Even if he'll probably going to suffocate himself to death. It didn't matter to him. It doesn't matter... I'm so... awful! I should be dead! Blood Moon should've killed me that time! Why I have to still be alive?! Why I always have to mess up everything?! Why Moon couldn't have anyone better than me?! Why Lunar couldn't be Moon's brother from the beginning?! Why everyone must put up with my shit?! It's unfair! It's unfair to Moon! To Lunar! To everyone! I-I..! I-I..! ...m jus... tired... Sun's body collapsed from extreme exhaustion and his mind drifted into long awaited nothingness.

[thankstothe]

1. Denmark. Literal child? Voice doesn't have enough power to hit those notes. Like that pink to green change on stage

I SEE THE DADI FREYR IN THE BG OMG ICELAND BABY (btw did they bleach their flag?)

2. Armenia. Laying on the floor. Classic. Somewhat continued pink theme at start. The thing I love, no sarcasm, is that sometimes you can't tell if they actually sing in English. Oh it wasn't a floor, it was a wall. Revolutionary.

Ew, showing Beatles statues. Have to shove your famous boys against a poet and clowns? This is why no one likes you UK

3. Romania. Oh let's go, native language, cool voice, pink suit, playing with genres. This is why im here. Staging is a letdown, you could literally just follow with the camera on foot.

4. Estonia. Oh piano plays itself, no fire yet. Now she plays it. I hope it ends with piano retaliation and attack. Average ballad and in English, boring. Go off piano, love that it has a mic too.

5. Belgium. Pink is back, yas. Love asymmetrical hat. Okay back up vocals have more power that main man, like damn, turn them up! Kinda like that low beat. Fun.funfun

Graham yooo, the only uk host im excited to see in final. So weird to see him and hear him at the same time lmao.

6. Cyprus. wooo. Didn't get memo for the pink theme. woooOOOooo. English, but accent is thick so I'll take it. wooooOoOoO. Gets some shoes boy, barefoot look didn't add shit. I wonder how warm is the floor tho, lights and all the pyre prob heats it up good. Woooo

7. Iceland. Everyone shut up its iceland. Im biased. Laying on the floor, brilliant move. Oh red lining in the coat, great. Some pink light's so were in the clear there too. Asserting more dominance over the floor and laying on in some more. She jacked, wow. Good voice. Song? I felt nothing.

8. Greece. Laying on the floor. Waiting for the pink to cross it off my list. Oh no your voice isn't there to jump or even move and sing, sorry. Also no pink. ФEELINGS. Why are you doing that with that alphabet shuffle. Causing me pain, that's what. Do that with sung word and we'll talk.

9. Poland. Pink hell yah. This is makes me have flashbacks to the 00s radio. Everything, voice dance, costumes, underwhelming. Oh so her dress was shitty because it was hiding another dress and not 00s reference? Makes sense. Fuego attempt, sorry you're not HER

10. Slovenia. Not English + nasty bass, okay boys! Some pink clothing. Raided their parents closet from 80s. Can't pinpoint the high singer sadly.

11. Georgia. I was excited that she was yelling at me and then she stopped... Obsessed with the instrumentals. Pink appears on the screens briefly, if you care. Amazing voice, blew the dress away.

WELSH FLAG YES BITCH

What is that actor forgor here, he's not here to talk about anything substantial I bet. Alluding to Ukraine, not even head on mention, are you kidding me?

12. San Marino. Rocky. What's with the sound mixing this year, they let this one down. Oh eyes on the walls, ok. Laying on the floor gives you some kind of points, at least I can have list. No pink, but there was like only red.

13. Austria. Okay fun start, go queens! Very interesting vocal turns and melodies. Staging is immaculate! Costumes are great. UGH. Edgar lmao. A lot of red, we moving the spectrum it seems.

14. Albania. I swear Albania sent this before. Sorry, deja vu is insane for me here. Flashing aggressive red lights solidified spectrum change. Native language is an automatic W. Wait, I thought the limit was 5 people on stage, they had 6.

15. Lithuania. Pink and red, bold choice, bringing it all together. Okay more of a purple and orange, shut up. Back up is overpowering her when they sing chorus, at least it mixed better.

16. Australia. Oh I liked thier postcard bridge. Doing interesting thing with camera, lights. Some pink and red. Oh was that a brief breakdown, alrighty. Crisp guitars and synth. Ending with headbang, very energetic!

Pretty fun semifinals overall

[javier-pena]

A friend recommended Hubris/Dieter Bravo written by you and I thoroughly enjoyed it. I read the first 5 chapters and it was so good. I am sure you are very busy but if you want to, will there be a chapter 6? Maybe as a final chapter because I know how much time writing costs. I hope you don't mind I asked. This is one of the best Dieter Bravo fics I ever read. Thanks anyway and also for writing the other fan fics. Sorry English is not my native language. I just appreciate your hard work

hello my dear sweet anon!!

there will be a chapter 6, i definitely want to write at least one more about reader and dieter having an ... adventure at the premiere of the movie they're working on. there is just one fic before that i want to wrap up, plus two short fics i want to write.

i'm very very happy you enjoyed hubris, this message definitely improved the somewhat horrible day i'm having 🥰 and don't worry about your english, it's absolutely fine!!! (english also isn't my first language haha)

[thedivinevera]

Nymph

Capitano x fem!reader, with mention of childe x fem!reader, pierro x fem!reader, pantalone x fem!reader and dottore x fem!reader

Established relationship, "everyone loves you but you only love me" trope, pure fluff with a little angst, jelousy.

Tw : Mention of cheating, capitano dreaming about you cheating, Childe and the other 3 having a crush on you, capitano doubting, bad writing, English is not my native language

It's a surprise when the public hear about the prized lover of the capitano many are curious including childe

Reblogs are appreciated thank you ,edited

A lot of rumors have gone around that the 2nd hambinger, the monster has taken a liking to someone. A mysterious person who captures the heart of the strong warrior. A lot of people reject the rumors believing that the monster of the futai will never and ever going to love anyone other than the war and battle it self, a lot of people somewhat believe on does rumors assuming that the person that capture the 2nd harbinger's heart is a strong warrior strong enough to caught Capitano's attention but none of does has an existing proof it's just all rumors after all but nobody knows if it's baseless or it has its root.

The harbingers not including childe know the truth they know about that person but all of them don't have the plan to reveal it to anyone including the curious man, childe. So childe has taken this matter into his own hand. He orders all of his subordinates to know the location where Capitano and his lover might be and when his subordinates come back with a successful answer childe rush to the location. Perfectly the location is something a normal person can't just go but a hambinger even the lowest rank can go and there he saw the truth

In his imagination he expected a warrior not practically scary but someone who has all the proof of battle; scars, burns, etc, he also expected to see them fighting as the location is not exactly a training location but wide enough to become one but all of does imagination just pop when he saw, not a warrior but a beautiful woman à woman who has a like a nymph features beautiful soft and looking very fragile like a porcelain doll that will going to break once it falls, sitting in the lap of his lover, her lover that is contrasting everything she is, a dark warrior who has a lot of blood in his hand, rough gloved hand and the body cover in scratched and dented armor representing the battle he had won and the dried blood from his enemy. Lovers that contrast both once aura. The one who has a heavenly feels and the other one who has the spirit of a cold war

As the day has passed childe has finally and officially met the nymph the beautiful woman in the lap of the hambinger, y/n. She is a kind woman contrasting once again the cold shoulder he had experienced with his lover a warmth spirit who is very optimistic but not delusional a realist but prefers to see the good side of everything such a lovely personality isn't, that might be the reason why you had Capitano in a chokehold as the day has passed a lot of friendly dates and conversations Childe has started to fall in love to you as you are like a walking hope, A light to someone once dark life, A heat that defrosts once frozen heart but yet as the day has past when the dawn has fall and moon has come in the night when childe wake up to the dream that you've had created while he's with you when he already comes back to his sense that Capitano has owned you and you are just an unreachable dream, a gem that is not for his eyes or anyone other than Capitano its self

Capitano whose aware of the crush that his lover received not only from the childe but also on the other rest of the hambinger lord Pierro the first hambinger, dottore and Pantalone and now the childe all of them have fallen into your charming trap just like how he falls first but thankfully he's the one who had your prized heart, but he never learned to his mistake as he let another monster like him fall to your charm. Despite knowing you will never cheat on him there still some doubt in his mind that always fill his head every time that he needs to leave you alone. Every night there will be time he will going to have nightmare a nightmare where there's an image of you enjoying the other man's warm the way you enjoy his warm. As he replays all of the nightmares he has, he remembers the first time he experience this kind of nightmare a nightmare where you are in Pierro's naked chest as he-, there's also the time where he dreams about you leaving him for Pantalone as you had every jewelry in your neck, he has you in the casino while you are in pantalone's lap an- and when he also saw you with dottore playing with you in his lap as he kissed you until- all of his nightmares is full of you having intimate moments with his co-workers he knows it will never gonna be true that all of his nightmares is just a dream and never be a reality but he still can't help it just tell him you love him, free him to this nightmare curse just-“I love you Capitano” a soft voice is heard in the other side of the bed a sleeping y/n is speaking while she is dreaming. Capitano can't help but smile as he heard words of yours, lovingly tone calling his name with does warm mouth of yours. "I love you very much too y/n I don't care if the other man stole you you will always going to come back to me"

[vamp-stamp-fics]

The black phone Headcanons pt. 2

Fandom: the black phone

Word count: 1226

Tags: fluff, Headcanons, slight mentions of Finbin & Brance, some angst for Vance & Robin but not too much

The black phone hcs pt 1

A/n: here's part 2 of my tbp Headcanons

• going back to Robin liking Michael Jackson I feel like when he's doing chores he's having a whole concert in his living room, he's putting his SOUL into lip syncing/singing those lyrics. Sometimes he'll invite Finney over so they can dance around the living room to Mj lol

• Robin & Finney are childhood friends. How they met is that Robin saw finney alone on the school playground and decided to walk up to him and they stuck together since.

• Robin was the first to develop a crush on Finney while finney thought his attraction towards Robin was just extreme admiration. He talked to Gwen once about how much he admired Robins ability to not take shit from people and how much he likes hanging out with him, it finally clicked With Gwen and she explained to him that "Finney you might have a crush on him 😐" he stood there for a good 2 minute because realizeation hit him like a train of holy shit she's right

• Robin calls Finney Guey (someone said it meant dude but when I looked it up it meant smth else but progressed into being used as dude but that might be wrong so I apologize to my Spanish speaking readers in advance 💀) Finney understands little Spanish so he hopes whatever Robin's calling him isn't insulting

• Bruce is passive aggressive when insulting people while Vance is just upfront calling people cocksuckers he loves using that word

• speaking of Bruce being mean, ik alot of people characterized him as a Golden boy, the boy next door, sunshine but he can be mean as shit if he has to Don't tell me he can't be, y'all saw the way he looked when he thought finney was gonna win the game when he is he's sarcastic and somewhat of a smart ass. Vance finds it hilarious and encourages it when he gets that way

• Bruce is also extremely competitive even outside of Playing baseball. banned from playing board games with the gang cus it went to his head

• Vance is also banned from playing for the time being cus he almost broke his mother's vase out of anger which insued a scolding in front of the rest by his mom lol

• Vance is a great cook but he's like Gordon Ramsay whenever someone (besides his mom ofc) tries to help him

• Vances mom's Italian, his mom taught him how to cook when he was younger so that's why he's great in the kitchen lol

• Everyone survived/lived Au: this is a continuation of pt 1 of my Vance hcs with his mom when Vance got older (like older teens-young adult age) his mom got back in contact with him and decided to stay in his life for good

• Grab n Go used to have a vending machine but soon went out of order cus Vance kept punching it every time the food got stuck which was often, the thing was a piece of shit anyways as Vance would say

• English is Bruces second language and Japanese is his first, when he talks with his parents and sister he uses Japanese most of the time. obviously they speak English as well but when it's just the 4 of them they like to talk in their native language. Bruce sometimes likes to use it to confuse tf out of the rest of the group when talking with them. Robin thinks it's funny

• Robin will absolutely destroy the school lunch food after saying "it's not even that good" mf will eat that dry ass chicken sandwich like he's on death row and it's his last meal. Same for Vance tbh

• Robin favorite candy is Reese's absolutely devours them. Idk if Reese's pieces was a thing back in the 70s but if they were he fucks with them too. Finney also likes Reese's and M&Ms while Gwen prefers M&Ms more

• Robin's a single child but has a fuckload of cousins that visit him on holidays. He's secretly always wanted a little sibling (I mean he sees his baby cousins as his own siblings but they're not always around) so when finney introduces Robin to Gwen they immediately have a sibling relationship

• Robin's uncles has a son named Rick/Ricky. He's older than Robin (like around 17-19) Robin sees him as a older brother.

• since Rick is busy most of the time with work and school it's always a treat for Both him and Robin when he takes Robin (+ finney to ofc) to hangout

• Rick also has a girlfriend that finney might of used to have a small crush on lololol that sometimes also comes with them if she's free

• Vance uses a fucking trash bag as his backpack 💀 that or a backpack that's a thread from falling apart

• Griffin loves goldfish. He'd inhale a whole carton if he could but his mom always stops him before he can (talking about the snack not the actual fish)

• speaking of Griffin he's an absolute mamas boy. Always clings to her whenever They're in a store together

• Griffin bruises easily. He doesn't know why he just does, and what makes it worse is that he's a bit unaware of his surroundings sometimes so he's always bumping into things. His mom playfully scolds him about it while she kisses them to make them feel better

• Griffin is an extremely picky eater as a kid. Literally any fruit or vegetable he doesn't like except apples, oranges, and carrots. when he gets older tho he grows out of it a bit, still hates broccoli tho

• Griffin also is a bookworm. Loves books and likes sitting in the library during lunch sitting next to the shelves and read. He got his love for books from his mom as she is also a bookworm so they bond over that hobby

• if someone calls Vance an idiot or a dumbass it'll set him off. Vance hates when people insult his intelligence, school already makes him feel like shit as is he doesn't need some dickhead telling him he's stupid even as a "joke" like if it's his friend jokingly call him a dumbass once he'll laugh it off but if it's someone doing it to make fun of him they're catching a right hook

• Everyone survived/lived Au: when karate kid is realesed it became one of Robins all time favorite movies and had Finney watch it with him (also modern au: he absolutely loves Cobra Kai)

• when Vance died his mom found out in a newspaper after they found the bodies and broke down in her kitchen. Asking herself why was her baby taken

• and when Robin died it hurt too much for his mom to remarry or have other children as she felt it would be "replacing" her passing husband and son

Wow dropped those angst bombs out of nowhere. Sorry lol

• as much he likes to seem tough Robin absolutely hates spiders. He'll scream and violently stomps the shit out of it but if he's with the others he'll act like they're being overdramatic and kill it as if he isn't internally screaming with them. Finney knows but doesn't say anything

• Billy loves marvel and has a comic book collection. His favorite marvel character is spiderman

[mimzy-writing-online]

Hi! I'm writing a blind character and I need some advice - I really hope it doesn't come off as insensitive, especially since it's that "blind character + magic" kind of ask. Basically, in my world, people can sense when other people (or entities, assuming they are also "magical") are approaching using their own magic. The character I'm writing (let's call him Jake for a placeholder) has his ability in addition to being blind. He also has more inborn talent to this ability, that, however, has nothing with him being blind and more with him being from a noble sorcerer family.

I'm getting that this would be a bad writing but here's a thing though

1) All, or most, sorcerers have this skill as well. Jake isn't special for having it, however him being blind made him practice and develop this skill further than most people since he's more dependent on it. So when most sorcerers can only tell if it's a humanoid or animal and how far away they are, Jake can tell their species, age, if they are wounded or in distress, how strong their magic is, etc.

2) Jake isn't the only sorcerer with this skill and not the only who developed it's this good. In fact, we meet other sorcerers who are able to use is it just as good, if not better, than he can, and most of them are sighted.

3) Jake can only "sense" entities that are alive, and at least somewhat sentient and magical. So environment and stuff like plants is still impossible for him to "sense" and would still be a problem he would need to deal with.

4) It isn't "seeing" things and not echolocation. I would describe it more like feeling the ground rumble as the train approaches the station or when the car is too fast and you can feel the air resist it, the same feeling but on more "magical" level and more deliberate.

So what do you think? Is this like an okay character or did I do something wrong and if I did, how do I fix it? Or should I just discard the character completely? Sorry for the long post, I just wanted to make everything accounted for. Thanks! (Also English is far from my native language so apologies for any mistakes)

I think you're still on a safe track with what you've described in terms of his ability vs. how common that is for the rest of the world with your world-building. Just make sure to include other aspects of being blind.

Example: How does Jake read? Does he have a magical device that reads books for him? How does he navigate the world? Does he have a cane and/or use sighted guides? How did he go blind and what is his remaining vision like?

[olderthannetfic]

Hi! Anon here who asked you to clarify what the post meant: thank you so much! I really appreciate it. English isn't my first/native language so when I was reading the post I was just like "okay.. i know what all these words mean on their own :S but what is the point of the post". So once I read your explanation, it clicked.

And if I think about it, ultimately, I think I was getting confused because even though I was getting it somewhat (when reading the original op), I was already thinking with your 2 points in mind you listed that are missing and I was mostly just "what is this person on about? why can't we just exist and enjoy our porn in peace knowing it's porn and fantasy and stuff." Things along those lines.

"Plenty of actual fic content is regressive twaddle. That’s not the thing that’s special about fic at all! Many of the early acafans who waxed lyrical about how slash fandom was feminism or whatever literally just meant that women writing badwrong horny art and not apologizing was a big deal."

Yes, I agree. To me, fandom, fic and such things were always a place where I could go and be myself. Like I never felt bad about my fandom and fic stuff (or my kink stuff in general) personally but I knew that internet wise and IRL wise my experience of existence as a human being (I'm a cis female) was just different. On the internet, in fandoms especially, people just treated me like a person and I was listened to. And we could talk, exchange ideas/tropes and overall connect. In real life however, I would either be met with "you're being weird" or "hurdur it's always the quiet ones ;) ;) ;)" depending on the context, and with the first I can be like "ah whatever" but with the second one I gag every time. Let me just exist and vibe goddammit!

"But I will grant that I’ve seen plenty of idiots claiming fic is more woke than other types of iddy writing or calling fandom progressive or feminist or subversive without making it clear why they think it qualifies, and this post is a reasonable critique of those claims."

And I agree with this too. I've seen plenty of folks saying how sometimes fic is better than published novels for example, and while sure... someone could write a fic that reads better than some published novels... I recognize the fact that there's gonna be shitty (or whatever) writing both in fic and novels and it's nothing special. Shitty writing is shitty writing and good writing is good writing, whether it's in fic or novels.

Anyway, when it comes to the last part.. I'm aware of breeding kink haha, but like I already said. I think it went over my head because again, like you- I'm of the opinion that it's not transphobic because I assumed/knew that that specific type of fic was written by horny trans people who want that sort of content. I remember reading the quote and thinking "...but who else would be writing this? where are you going with this?"

I think my overall confusion is because I feel like I'm reading a comparison between two different things as if they're the same thing? Like in my mind, meta analysis and introspection all that is one thing and then porn you get off to is a different thing. BUT I guess I GET IT NOW (at least I hope I do, I'm so sorry if I sound like a moron), if they think those fics were written by people who aren't horny trans folks aka cis people who would be then stereotyping.

I'm so sorry this ended up being so long. But I wanted to thank you again so much!! I really appreciate it. You're amazing. <3

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Thanks, anon!

I don't know that poster, so they could mean plenty of things, but my guess about the meta vs. fic comparison is that they're thinking: "Man, people keep talking about fic like it can fix representation problems, only when I actually go to look for fic, all I find is porn I hate."

[lilimiyu]

"And my mornings stopped feeling empty and hollow. In the stillness of the night I found you, a glimmer of hope and a path leading me out of this nightmare."

Xiao x Lumine/Aether

You and Paimon decide to stop by Wangshu Inn and while you were feeling particularly lonely, Xiao decides to let himself be seen, and you share a moment.

Characters: Xiao, Traveler, Paimon, Barbatos (in naughty wind form) Warnings: Unrealistic Xiao interactions, Paimon, maybe. Tags: Fluff

A/N: I have literally never written a fic and had enough balls to post it in all my life, but here goes nothing. Apologies for grammar/spelling/weird wordings, English is not my native language, but I tried at least. Pls be nice to me ehe

The night sky atop Wangshu Inn was quiet save for the clanging of pots and pans in Yanxiao's kitchen and the soft chatter of the inn's residents.

You rest your forearms against the railing of the balcony with Paimon hovering by your shoulder, unusually quiet for once. A quick peek over has you realising that the Liyue sky has also enraptured her. Her large eyes, adorable and twinkling in the night, was fixated on the sky. You held back a laugh. There were so few a scenery that could render the fairy speechless, and you found yourself making the same face, awed and wistful.

You felt a sting in your chest as you grew aware of the empty space next to you, a reoccurring reminder. Having spent your life with another half - a part of you you never thought you would lose - the absence of your sibling felt painful, the sting spreading into a growing depression with each passing day.

You had no clue if they were even still breathing. Your journey felt futile some days, and your anger consumed your energy some more. You didn't have many days where you were allowed to have a minute to pause, take in the scenery, have more than a minute of conversation with your only friend. Some days she was a nuisance, but you loved her all the same, and you were sure she felt the same way towards you.

So you decide to enjoy your rare evening of peace and quiet. The air was dry tonight, the breeze has moved on to the city. You watched the lights from the inn reflect on the water below, and you could just make out a silhouette of you and your companion.

Out of nowhere, a light breeze caresses your face, bringing to mind the laughter of a certain green-clothed bard. You wondered if it was his breath, a greeting from the city of freedom. But, you knew the mischievous Archon wouldn't be so gentle with his greetings, having on many occassions whipped your hair across your face, blew Paimon into a bush, or had a leaf materialise out of nowhere to stick right onto your nose, followed by his tinkling laugh. Admittedly, you found his pranks funny, which made him more fond of you than he would like to admit.

This breeze, however, felt a little too gentle to have been Venti's, and you didn't need to wonder too long as to who it was. You turn your head to find a flat-faced Xiao staring right at you. The wind picks up, and it's only then that you recognise the scent of Qingxin flowers in the air.

"Good evening," he speaks, and Paimon shrieks in surprise. He looks slightly annoyed (and maybe a little offended) at her before fixing his eyes ahead at the view.

"Good evening, Xiao," you say to the side of his face.

"Quite a rare honour to have the traveler grace us with their presence." His tone sounds biting, but there is somewhat a tinge of jest in the corner of his eyes.

You smile, turning away. "Paimon felt peckish for the third time this hour, and begged for grilled fish."

"Mm, mm! Paimon likes Wangshu Inn's grilled fish the best." And she's back.

"She thinks Yanxiao has a secret formula and wants to find out what it is."

"Yanxiao is a magician! He can't make anything taste bad!"

"Xiangling would be offended."

"She isn't here to hear me!" Paimon crosses her tiny arms across her chest, eyes closed and face red.

You laugh, tugging on her foot. A small puff of air escapes the adeptus next to you, amused at your banter.

"I'm glad Wangshu has made a good impression on you both. The presence of a Yaksha can be off-putting sometimes."

You watch the expression on his face closely before realising you could be rude. Paimon exchanges a look with you.

"Why would the presence of a mighty being be off-putting?" Paimon quips, sounding offended. "Paimon would like to -"

You tugged on her foot a little harder. "Oi."

Xiao cracks an unamused smile. "A demon slayer residing in an old inn isn't exactly a tourist-magnet."

Paimon opens and closes her mouth, knowing exactly what to say but realising that it wouldn't do any good for the brooding Xiao. You knew that she admires and respects Xiao as an adeptus, but she wasn't particularly as fond of him and his sharp tongue. She gives you a look before leaving without another word. Classic Paimon move if you were being honest, leaving the conversation as soon as it gets difficult. You envied her in more ways than one.

The breeze picks up again, this time a little harder than the first, brushing against the skin on your shoulders. You press your body against the railing, leaning your upper body over the edge. The silence wasn't uncomfortable, but Xiao speaks up anyway.

"I soured the mood."

You hummed. You wished you could remove your boots and feel the wind on every part of your skin. You knew the wind was only present with Xiao by your side, and you wanted to take advantage of it. "I wonder why."

Xiao stares at you through the corner of his vision, as he always does. You almost laugh. What a brooding man. Adeptus. Man. You bite your lip in confusion.

"You have a bruise..."

"Yes." There were bruises everywhere on your body, and it wasn't as if a lot of your skin wasn't already exposed. It would be hard to miss.

"Here."

A gloved finger presses against the side of your wrist, gentle as the breeze. Xiao's face was not capable of reddening, but if it did, it would definitely be a touch pinker than it currently was, you think.

As embarrassed as it obviously makes him, he doesn't move his hand away. Instead, he slides the digit over the blue of your veins, looking almost lost in thought. You turn your hand over, giving him access.

He traces over the lines in your palm. "You will live a long life," he says quietly.

Define long, you think to yourself. Surely a long life has a different meaning in the eyes of an adeptus.

"I'm not sure I want to," rests on the tip of your tongue, but you opt with: "Xiao the palm-reader, what else do you see in my future?"

For the first time that evening, a real smile curves across his lips, and your chest tightens.

"I see a long journey. I see loss and pain. But I see peace towards the end. And I see..."

His golden eyes search yours, almost glowing in the night. You tear your gaze away, and find that somehow in the middle of it all, your fingers had intertwined with his. His fingers held firmly onto your limp ones, as if waiting for a response.

"Do you see the end?" You ask your fingers. They slip away from his grasp, pinching the tips of his glove.

"The end of you and me is a long way yet to come."

The glove slides easily off. You hadn't expected it, and the metal-and-fabric piece falls over the roof.

"Ah!"

Before you could prepare to jump after it, a hand comes up to rest against your cheek, turning your face towards the adeptus. A flash of gold eyes is all you were able to see before a pair of lips presses against yours.

Your eyes stay open through the whole three seconds, hardly believing the feeling of his chest under the thin material of his clothes. You felt your own heart in your throat. You were praying to Rex Lapis that Paimon was occupied with something else, anything else.

Eventually, he pulls away gently but doesn't move away, resting his forehead on your temple, his breath against your cheek, eyelashes like Qingxin petals on your ear.

"Xiao...?"

"I won't apologise," he breathes. His voice sent a shiver down your spine, and you slide your hand to the back of his head, more for the sake of grounding yourself. Never had you imagined you would be able to hear his voice this close to you, this intimately. You felt a mix of emotions both foreign and welcome.

His hands move to your back, pressing your bodies closer together as if there was any space left at all. You wanted to see his face, but you were paralysed against him. Somehow, a thought manages to worm its way into your brain.

"...What if Paimon sees us?"

You could hear Yanxiao's voice in the distance.

"I'll blow her away."

You burst out laughing, and Xiao finally lets you go, smiling at your expression.

He watches your face for a while. "That's the first time you've really smiled all night."

You let your laughter fade away, humming and resting your head on his shoulder, facing the warm glow of the inn. You would like to enjoy the feeling of being in his arms for a little while longer before your eventual leave.

"I'll admit I was feeling a tad... down before you appeared."

Xiao tugged at a piece of hair near your face. "I could sense it. I sent the breeze to comfort you, but you're hard to fool."

You cheek presses against his skin as you smile. "I was almost fooled, but even Barbatos is never that gentle."

"Only when he wants to be."

At that, the wind blows hard, slapping at your skin, and tangling your hairs together. You laugh.

"Hello, Barbatos."

A leaf brushes against your hand in response. The lonely nights don't feel so lonely anymore, you realise, and it never has to. Whether it was love, or friendship, or the presence of a companion, you know you will never run out of people to come home to.

Wherever you are, my best friend, my sibling whom I love, I want you to know that I am well, and alive. We will be reunited once again, and I will tell you of all the people I've met along the way.

[sitp-recs]

hey liv. hope you are doing well.

i have another type of ask? just looking for some advice, honestly. i been reading drarry fics for um 8 months now. so i'm new, but totally grabbed by it. I notice there is some kind of patter on the fics i like so, i was thinking of making a rec-list!

the thing is, i'm a fan that kinda hides on the bushes. I leave some comments here and there but usually i find fics late, so most of the time the author doesn't respond (witch is totally fine i'm just saying i am not very good at "keeping up") and i get overwhelmed with discord serves, they are not for me.

so yeah maybe it would be kind of weird of me just making this huge list praising my favs writers since my blog isn't even entirely fandom, and i certainly haven't read as much as someone thats been here for years now (i read people here saying they ship drarry since 2003. jesus christ. i was 3 years old back then 😅)

also, English is not my first language so i just keep thinking no one would like their fic getting recced with spelling or grammar mistakes lmao

anyways, thank you for your time 😘

Hi anon! Thanks for trusting me enough to send this ask, especially now I’m trying to figure out my role in the fandom, and on Tumblr. Funny how apart from the fact you’ve been reading Drarry for 8 months and I’ve been here since before 2003 (god💀) everything you said def applies to me. Before creating this blog I had always been a lurker, somewhat casual fan that didn’t interact much beyond a few incoherent comments, wasn’t up to date as I kept coming and going between fandoms, and didn’t feel very confident about my recs (and comments) at all, as I’m not a native English speaker either.

I still created the blog when I felt the urge to do so, and had a great time preparing and sharing those recs! I mostly did them for myself, an experiment to distract me during quarantine as I took a break from my old fandom. I didn’t have many followers back then, and was too shy to tag authors. I didn’t care about my stats (still don’t, tbh) and the lack of buzz actually felt comforting because that meant working in a low pressure environment. You don’t have to interact any more than what you want, or at all, if you become a reccer. You could make it as often or casual as you want, and solely focus on fics that have touched you in a special way.

Don’t worry about not having read as much as other people, or about grammar and spelling mistakes - the beauty of reccing is that it’s a selfless, generous act. We’re giving our time and energy to make authors feel appreciated, and to hopefully inspire other readers to check out their works and give them some love. It’s about feeling so moved by something you want everyone else to feel that exact same spark you felt, instead of keeping that story hidden from the rest of the world. You know how we keep saying authors shouldn’t worry about writing popular tropes again and again? In my opinion it’s the same with reccers. No matter how many times we mention the same beloved, popular fic, I truly believe that everyone has an unique voice and something important to bring to the table, as we’re all touched differently by the same things and have different world views and backgrounds. I’m sure any author would feel humbled and ecstatic to see their fics recced on your blog, grammar mistakes be damned :)

I hope this felt like a kind encouragement and support so you can do what you feel is right. Trust your instincts, be gentle to yourself, set the pace and the boundaries you wish to follow and curate your experience. And if it gets to be too much, there’s no shame in taking a step back and taking care of yourself. Good luck! 💜

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Could I PLEASE ask for some urgent help? I know it sounds pretty silly, but my native language isn't english :(

So, I've got this homework, which my teacher marked as wrong and I'm so upset by it

How do you correctly say it? "There is a hot coffee on the desk" or "There is some hot coffee on the desk"

Thaaaank you! 🖤

Hello, nonnie!💗

Of course hasdfghjk this doesn't sound silly at all! I'm happy to help where I can!🥺💖

I'm so sorry you've been upset by your teacher's marking of the homework. You worked very hard on it, I'm sure!💖

To me, either of those options reads well. Shout out to @aggravatetheaxe for reading this over for me (and I totally stole this explanation💀) but "there is a hot coffee on the desk" reads as there's a mug of coffee on the desk, whereas "there is some hot coffee on the desk" reads like some has been spilled out of the mug and onto the surface of the desk.

English is a really weird language and a lot of different words have many meanings and can be used to mean similar things; it just depends on what wording sounds good to you. I'm a native English speaker and I think it's a stupid language which doesn't make sense.

I don't think your teacher should have marked it wrong, is what I'm saying. I'm so sorry that you're upset, nonnie, and I hope this answer is somewhat coherent. It's 9pm and I've been ready to sleep for the last few hours but I'm holding out so I don't wreck my sleep schedule.