#i also dont often follow back so dont push your luck.

[unfo11owmelol]

It seriously is surprising when a name like unfo11owmep1z and a blog description that says "no follows please" still gains followers somehow. Why.

[perzephonluna]

ALCHEMY & ASTROLOGY

(THIS IS A SELF HEALING ASTROLOGY POST)

I think every CAPRICORN & SCORPIO PLACEMENTS should strongly learn about Alchemy especially if you have these 3/ 6 or strongly aspected to your main 3/6 let’s not forget if you have these in DEGREE’s within your main 3 OR 6. You will be the TARGET TO MANY UNHEALED UNHINGED PEOPLE, DISTURBING INDIVIDUALS WHO DONT STOP AT NOTHING LIKE AN OBSESSION TO SEE YOU FAIL OR GET HARMED. I’m so sorry to those that don’t harm others: I know you guys have been through the wringer or death & transformations through out your life. ITS HEAVEY & DIFFICULT TO CARRY AROUND SUCH A BIG DARK ENERGY you were born with . Everyone has wounds or places where Saturn & Pluto beats you up the toughest in but ugh having those primary placements strongly can cause so much (Pain , damage , “your not good enough is labeled onto you often or your too weird”, real painful endings, you most likely carry past life heavy karma or painful aches from the past life, death follows you around, your the one who has to deal with the darkness head on since you were born trauma won’t stop harming you, you might even become heartless or become a ghost & the outcast of society.) your presence is a trigger for the powerless individuals who don’t see their own power or see your alluring energy as a threat.

Now that I spoke on the ugly I’ll mention the beauty of these signs

YOU ARE THE CREATURE THAT CAN TRANSFORM DEATH into a NEW BEGINNING . CAPRICORN & SCORPIO. Your the definition of the “PHINOX RISING” even when that gets labeled onto all the signs eventually your the primary in my opinion. You have the POWER! Take the pain that is given to you and create magic believe it all make it happen make!!! Let go because letting go will create a new world for your soul’s desires.

Capricorn & Scorpio are signs that may be asked :

Strong Capricorn placements behave / and let endings happen for you, accept death and pain as lessons to grow from let your planet / energy be the walking karma for those that harm you while if they treat you good they will receive good karma especially if you thank them and wish them so much prosperity 🍀 you have the power to help transcend peoples luck if your doing good for them (even if they don’t do good for you / but you do good for them it’s a gain for your energy when you walk away after doing good even if it’s very difficult sometimes) & if they are doing good for you they shall receive blessings so stay balanced and believe in creating a totally new life for yourself & watch your rewards magically occur. You also get put into others paths to cause karma of which they owe to the universe which means your energy may also cause a big exposure or destruction to a company(the truth gets revealed like a slap in someone’s face or punch thank you Saturn) , group etc your good & bad luck but it’s also a reverse effect because Capricorn is the dad of energy & better behave because he’s not playing with you either he puts you in good or bad situations for a reason so learn your lesson & work a little harder wherever he is standing in. You will be rewarded big time when you take hate like a champ it’s hurtful it’s heavy it’s hard but Saturn won’t forget what you deserve even if it’s in the end. Chaos makes you emotionally stronger & mature so naturally & it pushes you for a big glow up. Just wish the best and remind yourself that karma is karma & no debt goes unpaid when Saturn is protecting you heavily. You’re the one that can rise back up & make a big change in your life by standing back up and smiling at goodbyes at the things you decide to let go of for good. Advise: NEVER get attached to anything love with all your heart stay loyal but be ready to let go when Saturn is asking you to elevate. Own your power by moving on.

Note: When Capricorn gets hate their planet is protecting them. Let Saturn do its job at the right timing cus Saturn is father and he won’t let anything slide ever. Move on and move forward with an open heart to what’s next for you in life 🖤.

Scorpio is asked to get used to transformations & similar to Capricorn accept painful endings of death & in general lots of endings to begin a new path of evolution.

Strong Scorpio placements when people hate you for no reason you may be able to intake that energy and make a new path for yourself you have that power to create a new transformation for your life. Their hate makes you magnetic if you’ve been using your energy for good , hate activates your Scorpio placements you will notice more people staring at you more love offers , more power more energy etc master your energy into the mindset of “their hate only makes me stronger & more powerful” “I will make this energy into something like a new project or whatever you wish for. If you don’t use your energy properly and your the one hating especially if your a sun (it will cause you to get tangled into your own negativity you will be prone to self sabotage, and unbalanced negative energy you’ll repel good things or your wishes) I’ve notice that they haven’t mastered that energy at all but around of applause to the ones that mastered their sun in Scorpio because having that in your Sun can be prone to being jealous easily compared to risings , mars , moons & Venus no shaming allowed here but you’ll become a magnet for your power & desires if you control your energy & jealous parts you’ll become evolved and more .

Unfortunately I can’t say Capricorn & Scorpio are happy go lucky signs your asked to master your darkness & the toughest parts of yourself to evolve into your magical properties of change & even helping others heal with your abilities. When you master them that’s when you learn how to alchemize these energies which you get powerful & nothing can stop you till your end.

For healing find what wounds you carry, practice mindfulness, rest your minds in healthy positive ways, learn from your biggest mistakes so that you don’t have to keep getting put in a cycle of constant repetition until you understand the DMAN LESSON. Apologize when you’re wrong and move on into change. Don’t let ego , pride & anger rule your lives your a Capricorn & a Scorpio for gods sake you have a shield that only gets stronger if you let the pain make you not break you you guys are some strong creatures who can compare all beatings that push them into being C E O ‘s or FORTUNATE eventually for rewards the universe didn’t forget to give you for your patient soul.

. SATURN the father of karma & time , endings & new beginnings, intuitive , pain , trauma , past life , destruction, taboo, death, devilish aura.. but beautiful heart most of the time.

Pluto the underworld transformation , wounds , death , anger , passion , intuitive , destruction for new beginnings, underworld aura Etc but gentle sweet soul most of the time.

These planets rule dark energy that’s why alchemy is a need for them starting over & over is a common theme but once your use to it it’s easy to move on , let go , work hard, life is magical because your a pro at making everything work in your favor even when you get picked for the worse things later they give you power and your unstoppable. But advise is just play fair because when you guys don’t play fair it gets worse / do the right thing and own your energy because it alchemizes your soul do the wrong things & your own power & energy will take over you and overrule negative thoughts & energy , your mind may feel more aches for Scorpio and for Capricorn your bones might begin to get affected because of your own negative energy you keep inside instead of using it properly. These signs don’t know it but they both thrive in hate you should feel lucky because hate is a dark vibe so feel it & transform it , make your life out of others hate or harm build your life “on broken bones” “rise from the flames” yes you can your stronger then you ever yourself that credit for. Push optimism ahead from what caused you pain. You all deserve a big hug and a reminder of how special you are even when nobody reminds you. Find your darkest moments & make something out of it CREATE CREATE CREATE feel! Feel! Your loved never let negative thoughts ruin both of your moods! Read The Alchemist! Guys

If the Planet Scorpio (STRONG placements or Scorpio Ruler) was a Person (Wednesday Adams)

If the planet Capricorn was a person (STRONG CAPRICORN placements/ Ruler Saturn) (Thomas Shelby)

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Entry 1

entries 1-13 were written pre-tumblr

12/05/2023 4:08

4am what better time to start a diary, who knew waking up for 9am classes and then at noon on the next day and then 9am etc could fuck up your sleep schedule.

But yeah… why start a secret encrypted diary now? the first one i've ever made? idk, im just tired and afraid and sick of being lonely and touch starved and all the other stuff

Definetely didnt help to scroll through r/niceguys and seeing the I'm 21 kissless virgin that was bullied and ignored by girls that isnt sexist and racist and doesnt do drugs and thinking wow its literally me and then it being followed by females owe me sex the post: https://www.reddit.com/r/niceguys/comments/12n0m5q/ngvc_im_not_a_sexist_but_females_owe_me_sex/

cause you know… what if i become like this, what if i become an even bigger nuisance than i already am and/or fuck up my chances of ever finding someone, it's especially worrysome that i felt bad for some of the guys, you know simpathizing with the kind of people that call women whores for not wanting the nice guy, cant believe i went to the subreddit because of the omoriboy soy parody (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ahPdX90_6jg).

And then there's the someone i found ish just gonna call her D She replied to my post on the femdompersonals subreddit and it was pretty close to love at first sight, but probably very one sided, i mean shit she was now moving from the us to porto what better luck could i want. But she's been very busy, especially with the moving, it took from her texting me on the 26 of april to the 7th of may just to have a 1 hour call.

And boy that call was something, i literally think it was the only time i was genuinely happy in like.. i dunno a month? a year? more? i couldnt even sleep that night, i really needed that call cause i thought she was just fucking with me at that point, you know pretending to be interested and catfishing me for something but no i got a 1 hour call and she even showed me her face at the end, i was kinda expecting something sexual but no it was just getting to know each other which is fine for a first call, she's a really cool and interesting girl, i did think it was weird she just went to walk her dog mid conversation but i guess its something that cant wait, it probably had to pee as well.. maybe it was actually nice of her not to hang up on the call while she was walking the dog.

But yeah i'm kind of back at square one, shes not busy with moving but she has a million hobbies apparenly that she balances with her work and learning a new language and all that stuff, shes had a non specified workshop and a ceramics class as excuses which.. yeah im doubting if shes actually doing, i even commented wow you have a lot of hobbies which i was scared of doing cause i didnt want to imply shes lying even if i have the gut feeling she is, and it makes me feel awful to not trust her, but honestly i think i'd be fine with all that if she just put some initiative in texting, literally the only time she texted first was for a link to a game that she didnt even comment on, really makes ya wonder is she doing some 'woman games™' or just fucking with me or just seeing how far she can push me.. fuck i am becoming an incel, cause you know its the classic i have a life outside of you, you cant just expect me to make time for you everyday but fuck maybe the first call was a bad ideia cause now i just crave more, i seriously think theres some potential here but not if she doesnt have time for me, which im obviously not entitled to but ofc i still want it.

im just so scared of texting her, if i do it too often i might annoy her, if i dont do it enough she might forget about me.. i dont even know whats worse, i tried texting every other day but that also seems like too much, i dunno do i just wait for her to text me and make a call appoinment, it also kind of doesnt help i dont even know her name or age, granted she doesnt know my name either but yeah its another layer of anonymity that i want to get rid of, maybe i should try on the weekend, its when we had the call and she might have time, we'll see

She did kind of mention meeting up one day, dont know if she was just being nice of something, but i just wish i knew how she feels about me, or just get some advice with texting her, i dont want to be disingenuous either and write what someone else tells me to, how do i balance being needy and not annoying.

and theres also the voice.. i'm honestly starting to worry im losing control to the self degrading voice i have inside me, that thing is real mean, its whats making me distrust her and shit, i even thought i 'defeated' it with the call but it just came back same as before. The youre useless and an annoyance and all those thoughts are kind of starting to worry me a bit, especially since the suicide thoughts are becoming a bit too common, im still far from it, im too scared to do it, but the first step of commiting suicide is having the reason to do it, and i also think im kind of becoming a psycopath, not in the edgy way its just ive become so apathetic lately, the 'mom would be sad' strategy doesnt work at all cause im so sick of her, between being annoying and not trusting me and being dumb and the shit she did to my cousin and kind of being blamed cause shes getting unknown disease cause of stress, ive kind of grown to hate her a bit i did cry a bit when i got my cousin's graduation ribbon (its a thing here, you write shit like good job and good luck), reading the only ribbon that i got that wasnt just generic garbage made me tear up a bit, not immediately just when i got home, and it didnt help when she hugged me and said if you ever leave pls take me with you, so yeah maybe im not apathetic i just hate my mother

There's also my cat, im kind of getting… idk sick of him too angry, it just feels like he doesnt like me sometimes, which is absurd he comes to greet me and only me when i arrive and hes actually been sleeping a bit with me tonight and yesterday, but the biting when i pet him is really annoying.. what am i saying its just cat stuff its normal. I am feeling kinda weird when i pet him and think damn i wish i was the one being petted (not by him ofc), you know just lying on girls lap and being petted, r/cuddle_slut really made me realize how fucking touch starved i am.

Or maybe i should just move on from her.. maybe she doesnt want that kind of relationship, i really dont want to start talking to someone else while im talking with her tough, feels real scummy, i kind of did that with someone on skype, i had a couple of sessions with her but she kind of stopped texting me as i was talking to D which was lucky, but in those sessions i had full video on and she didnt even use her voice so i guess its kind of fair, she was also the one that took the initiative texting so who knows maybe shes doing what im planning on doing, letting her text first which didnt really work out for her cause i didnt and now our last message is from the 28th. typing this really discouraged me from the let her text first and see what happens strategy, i guess ill settle for trying on the weekend tough this saturday i have the ribbon party so hopefully i have time and energy to call her

Maybe ill just try some keyholding, just to do something sexual that isnt just showing my junk and locking it or putting my finger in my ass for the skype girl, but the problem with keyholding is that it might take some time.. what if while im locked D wants to do something and i reveal i've been """unfaithfull""" i think im gonna wait a bit more for her i really want things to work out with her she just seems like a really cool person but im worried im too much of a loser for her, the very busy woman who managed commitees has a million hobbies and her boyfriend who's a stay at home gamer

I guess that's it for first entry, hopefully when I'm rereading this im in a better state, or maybe im showing this to my therapist or hey maybe even D or whatever her name is, overall not bad for a first diary entry i think, i got to rant a bit even if it was just on a keyboard, i think im gonna start writing here a bit, some non sad stuff as well hopefully

maybe ill dump this on some ai text and see what happens (garbage pretty much)

See you on entry 2 i guess.

PS wow its 5:15 was not expecting to spend an hour writing this

[jimlingss]

O SHOOT REQUESTS !!! ill take my chances and ask for a zombie apocalypse or pirate au ft. hoseok 👀 i couldnt choose between the two aus and im hoseok biased but i can honestly see any member so do as who u see fit. i will not let my pairing/au choice limit the authors talent 😤 and i dont doubt anything from you will satisfy. and pshhh,, where are my manners. please and thank u! love u 💛

↳ Crocodile Tears

1.8k || 98% Fluff, 2% Angst || Jung Hoseok || Pirate!AU

“Look what I nabbed, Cap’n.”

Gunner Taehyung’s grinning with all teeth, a golden chain wrapped around his fingers that’s so shiny it’s blinding with the sunlight. Hoseok’s intrigued and flips the locket in his hand. It’s heavy with a wild rose engraved on the front and once he pops it open, there’s a faded painted portrait of a young woman inside.

“It’s a booty, eh? Caught if off milady right over ‘ere.”

Hoseok hums and narrows his eyes on the wrench tied in rope sitting amongst the captives. Your face is dirtied, hair drawn in a bun at your crown but with many strands fallen around your face. Your gown rat’s coloured, dull gray. You are entirely unremarkable. Like any other peasant.

But it’s not often captives have something of value on them.

“Bring her to my cabin.”

“Aye, aye.”

The ship sets sail again. Taehyung keeps the captives quiet with the threat of throwing them overboard while the cabin boy Jungkook swabs the poop deck. Helmsman Seokjin mans the helm with navigator Namjoon by his side. The ship’s heading to dock at Port Galigeo to get a pretty penny for all the loot and treasures they’ve gotten after four months’ voyage.

Once steep waters are reached and everything’s been taken care of, Hoseok resumes to his cabin. There, he finds you, sitting in the corner on the floorboards with tears in your eyes. You gasp as he enters and shuts the door.

“Please! Spare me!” you beg sorrowfully. “Let me go!”

“Why should I?” Hoseok tosses his hat onto his table and his coat to his rickety chair. You look so frightful, even when he’s still in his drawers and shirt, held together by the red sash.

He fiddles with the many golden rings across his fingers, a habit since he began his adventures, and he comes over to you. Hoseok’s boots are heavy against the floorboards, and he crouches down to meet your trembling eyes.

“I-I am just a peasant,” you sob. “I have nothing to give to you! My father is merely a farmer.”

“Oh? Then what be this here?” Hoseok dangles the priceless locket in front of you as the corner of his lip curls. It catches the light from the tiny window of the cabin and the gold gleams against your eyes, practically sparkling like a jewel. 

Your eyes flicker from it to him, hiccuping and frame quivering like a damn leaf. “It’s my grandmother’s. She left it for me before she passed.”

Hoseok hums a low note. “An’ if this be your grandmother’s, how she pay for such a treasure? Unless she been a thief.”

Your downcast head shakes. “I don’t know, I don’t know.”

He pops the locket open before taking a good look at it. “This here be a portrait of you, isn’t it? You look different. Lavish. Like a noble’s daughter.”

“T-That isn’t me.”

“Then who?”

“I don’t know.” 

There’s something rather pretty in the way tears drip down your cheeks, so soft and gentle like jewels of their own right. But Hoseok has seen many women, children and men cry. It’s nothing astonishing.

Hoseok smirks, a rush of air leaving his nose. “I’ve been cap’n of this ship for nearly a decade, dearest. I’ve held treasures you could only dream of, been in battles that nearly lost my leg, sailed ‘cross the seven seas with me mates. I know when a wrench lies.”

His eyes are narrowed in on yours. And Hoseok comes closer, hand lifting to grab a hold of your chin. But before he can, before he can blink or breathe — suddenly, you brandish a piece of glass against his exposed neck. 

The ropes around you clatter to the ground. Hoseok feels the sharp edge of the glass digging into his skin, a moment away from nicking him and drawing blood. But more notably, your eyes are aflame. Your expression is dark and you’re scowling at him. 

Gone is the fragile little girl weeping for mercy.

“Don’t come closer,” you warn in a low voice without a single tremble.

He leans back, but his gaze stays on yours. “You reckon you could kill me?”

“I wouldn’t hesitate.”

Hoseok’s mouth curls, grin stretching into his cheek. His interest is piqued. He knew there was more to you beneath the surface, and he’s happy you haven’t disappointed.

His hand latches onto your wrist to force your hand away. It's a battle of strength. One that he ultimately wins as the piece of glass goes clattering on the ground out of your reach. He sees it’s part of a broken bottle. But Hoseok’s much too put off guard and when your leg kicks out at him, he’s smacked square in the chin.

He grips it as he lands on his ass, sharply exhaling. But then he bursts into chuckles.

“You got some mean spirit in you, sweetheart.”

Unfortunately for you, Hoseok has far too much experience in combat and capture. Even if you try to kick, strike and even bite him, it’s not too difficult to get you tied into ropes again. Except this time, he makes sure to use his special knots and get you so wound up, no sharp edge could free you. 

“Let me go, bastard!”

“Settle down. You’re only gettin’ yourself riled.” Hoseok crouches in front of you again and comes to wipe away the stray tear on your cheek with the pad of his thumb. You angrily scowl at him, chest rising and falling. Crying won’t get you far now, not when he knows they’re just crocodile tears. “Don’t get yourself worried about someone hurtin’ you. Everyone on this ship swears by our code, me included.”

You scoff. “As if I’d trust a pirate.”

Hoseok smirks. “If I wanted to hurt you, I would’ve done so already. It isn’t pleasin’ for me to force a girl like yourself either. Not when I have plenty o’ gold to play with a wrench at the dock. Now I suggest you behave or my Quartermaster’ll throw you overboard.”

“Then do it!” you shout at him with your entire body, only to flop over to the floorboards.

He grips the knob of the door and looks over his shoulder. “No. You’re too much of a treasure, sweetheart.”

The sun is falling over the horizon when Namjoon approaches. “Everything go well with the girl?”

Hoseok hums and turns with a glint in his eye. “Tell all hands to keep her separate.”

Port Galigeo is reached within two days time. The waters are calm without storms and the stars are clear at night. The sailing is smooth and so the docks are reached faster than ever before.

The men aboard are eager to sell the loot, to spend a few days ashore, spend nights at the brothel and replenish the rum. As follows, their steps are quick and they move the crates of jewels and tools to the harbour. Seokjin also takes care of the captives, leading them in a straight line off the gangplank to be sold.

“Cap’n! What ‘bout the beauty ‘ere.” Taehyung points to you.

Hoseok meets your eyes and you’re seething, glaring back at him. The corner of his mouth curls in amusement.

“Leave her. Tell the lad to watch over her till we return.” He points to Jungkook and Taehyung nods with an ‘aye, aye’. 

Most of his crewmen take care of business, getting as much gold for the loot as possible. But Hoseok fiddles with your pendant in hand and heads to a jeweler. Said jeweler is an old man who quivers upon seeing him, Namjoon and Seokjin in his shop. He hides behind his table and cries, “Please! Spare me! Take what you must!”

Hoseok sighs. He doesn’t know why everyone thinks so badly of him. Maybe because he’s a pirate and he and his crew have pillaged countless. That’s fair, he supposes.

“Stop yer quivering,” Seokjin spews out, leaning against his table. “We need you to look at somethin’. Hurry before I steal your silver!”

Hoseok lifts your golden locket, letting it dangle from his hand. 

The old man eventually slinks out when he realizes they won’t do anything, and he takes out his magnifying glass. He motions for him to bring it forward and Hoseok does. The old man hums, studying the locket before flipping it over in his hand. His thumb brushes against the wild rose engraving.

“Where did you get this from?” he asks.

“Don’t matter,” Namjoon says curtly. 

Hoseok studies the man’s face and leans closer. “What is it?”

“It is a very valuable locket. I happen to recognize this symbol as well. It is the emblem of the Crochetta Kingdom.” He pops the locket open to the portrait of the young woman and looks up at Hoseok, clearing his throat. “I believe this locket belongs to the youngest princess of that kingdom. The runaway.”

Hoseok’s brow cocks.

The three of them leave in a hurry. 

Seokjin’s eyes are glazed as his mouth starts to spew how Lady Luck is truly on their side, how they’ll be able to get their hands on a high ransom or sell you for countless riches. Namjoon is perplexed at how a princess like you managed to get here when Crochetta was countries away.

But Hoseok remains quiet. He doesn’t plan to trade you. He doesn’t ask questions.

He is entirely and wholly intrigued. Like never before.

“Blimey, the ship!” There’s a shout at the docks and Hoseok is torn from his thoughts. Taehyung has his hands in the air, cursing aloud. And Hoseok’s eyes trail from him to his ship that’s off the dock and disappearing over the horizon. “It’s sailing away!”

Seokjin is aghast. “How?!”

“Who’s still on?!” Hoseok shouts, looking around the dock to all his shocked men and their mouths drawn open big enough to catch flies.

“That girl,” Namjoon says, looking at the captain.

Hoseok tied you tightly, he made sure of it. Unless you freed yourself again. But it’s not possible that you lifted the anchor. 

No. You must’ve cut the rope.

“Where’s Jungkook?”

At the same time, there’s a high-pitched shriek in the distance. All of the men are held to their spots on the docks as they watch a tiny figure in the horizon get pushed off the ship’s deck and then plopped into the waters. 

There’s a loud splash.

You stole the ship.

Hoseok is quiet when his men turn to him. They don’t dare utter a single word, far too afraid their captain is boiling with anger. But what frightens them far more is when Hoseok suddenly bursts out into chortling laughter.

He laughs and grins as he watches his ship sail into the distance.

You were truly a treasure hard to find. He knew it when he saw you.

And now, he’ll just have to catch you again.

[readerinsertfanfiction]

Eeeeeeeeep nemo darling!🥺🥺🥺❤☺☺☺😆 guess whoooooo🥺🥺

🥺hehehe ive been inspired by the Theo proposal fic eeeep🥺❤dammit why didn't i request that🤣❤❤ tbh ive been typing this for the last hour🤣🤣freaken distractions🤣🤣

hehehehe okay okay here we go! My darling nemo could i pretty please with candy on top request a proposal from keiji hehehe🥺🥺🥺🥺😳😳😳😳 this boy has captured my heart and now he has been added to the things that occupy my heart❤❤❤😳😳😳 dont fear love i still love and cherish my dearest barkers, he shall not be left on the pavement, afterall i love the man too much❤❤❤ hehe seeee zeta is 100% loyal ❤❤❤❤

Love you lots neeeeems❤❤❤❤ good luck with your meeting and thank you for being such a wonderful person and friend🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Eeeek, Zeta-dearest!!! I never have to guess, I just have to look at the abundance of emojis 😂😂😂

Oh man, that Theo proposal fic feels like it was so long ago... I’m surprised you actually found it, because damn. But if it inspires a proposal fic for Keiji? 😳😳😳 Hey, hey, hey //Hamilton’s Winters Ball 

Okay, okay, but all of da bois in your heart, but I got the biggest room, right? 😏😏😏 They can share, as long as I’m the only one in the upper room. 😏😏😏

And I don’t blame you for falling for Keiji, I’m also falling hard. 😳😳😳 

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Character: Keiji Maeda

Prompt: Proposal

The way you stared couldn't be missed. The eyes that followed him, tracing over his hair. Keiji knew that you were fighting the urge to run your hand through his sunkissed tresses. He also knew that you respected his boundaries and his wishes and as such kept your distance.

Instead you would ask for a hug and the man would happily grant it to you, all the while he would stare at your hair and run his hand through it. He thought your hair to be equally as beautiful, perhaps even more so, but he knew himself to be biased in a way.

Keiji also knew himself to be unfair, for he saw your longing looks and he recalled what he had said before about his hair. How he didn't like it for his hair to be combed by another. The comfort of it reminding him of a home lost, a person he missed, the people he lost, and the love he missed. It brought him back to a time he could never return to and so dearly missed. But he was here now, with you and a new love to start over with. It was a long path, but one he braved with you nonetheless.

It was a ritual between the both of you to comb your hair to ready you for the morning. With deft artisan fingers he would help you get ready for yet another day of work, making sure to do your hair in a way it wouldn't fall into your face.

"In my travels I have seen a marriage custom in which a couple comb each other's hair," he told you, delighting in the blush that crawled up from your neck, heating up his fingers at the base. "In others a man gifts a comb as a proposal," Keiji followed as he retraced all wedding traditions he recalled that involved hair, the heat emanating from you deepening as he leaned over your shoulder to put his face next to yours in the reflection of the mirror.

"I have heard of cultures in which they tie their hair together in a knot, to symbolise the union of their very beings," he continued, his voice just a gentle whisper as his fingers curled a strand of your hair around.

Keiji wanted to follow with more examples, as he recalled the belief that the hair housed their spirit, but instead his gaze met yours through the mirror and he fell quiet.

"Are you proposing?" you finally found your voice back, fighting back as you turned to face him directly. Keiji still wasn't used to being teased back and that was evident in his silence and the colour that rose on his cheeks.

He had considered the option, he had mulled over it, but not dared to express it. Keiji wasn't sure what he was waiting for, or what held him back, for he knew that he held no doubts about being with you.

"Would that make you happy?" he carefully asked instead and your confusion was evident as you blinked and mulled, pondering over the meaning of marriage both in the context of the Sengoku era and your own time. Keiji knew those two to be different and yet, from the way you had talked about it, he felt that in the end that the two of you held one understanding of it.

The male started when he felt you lace your fingers through his, gently peeling his hand away from your neck as you brought it to your lips in the same way he so often liked to do with you.

"I'm sure to be happy as long as I'm with you."

The words, simple as they were, struck the man as his breath stilled. And it wasn't that he had never recognised your beauty before, but Keiji swore that in that moment you had seemed more radiant to him than ever before, to the point that he couldn't turn away, or even form a word.

If he wanted to marry you? The answer seemed so simple right then and every 'but' just an excuse. Yet there was a 'but' and Keiji relented to that, instead he moved in to capture your lips, longing, hungry and he supposed his answer could be felt in that.

The thought plagued him. Through work, through training. Through  every glimpse he caught of you, and there were many for his eyes always sought you.

He didn't want to do it because you had asked. Nor did he want to do it half-prepared, but there really had been no use in waiting for longer and there was no reason why he should hold back now when the two of you were of one mind. And Keini mulled and mulled until nighttime came and you embraced him once more, content and tired after a long day, satisfied to be returned into his arms.

"Do you want to brush?" he asked, fingers once more combing through your hair as you looked up in surprise, panic rising as you felt around your head. Keiji scoffed at that gesture and at your unassuming nature as he pulled you up closer, nuzzling his nose into your neck.

"No mine, do you want to brush my hair?" he asks, regretting that he had to miss the expression on your face that accompanied the shock from your chest and the stilling of your breath. But he liked your scent and he was sure he was just as red as you felt, embarrassing him all the more for he wanted to come across as sure and not as shy.

Your gentle response was to unwind the ribbon in his hair, fingers carefully brushing across his scalp as another arm held him tighter, as if afraid that he might recoil.

"I didn't want to upset you." The answer you gave struck him. Had he come across as such, or did it feel like he had pushed you away? Pulling away Keiji faced you, his hair falling across his face as his eyes stood determined like the sun in a summer sky.

"I  want home to be with you," he said, his hair framing his face as he allowed you to touch it and play with it as much as you liked. For once he didn't flinch, nor feel that rising discomfort as you did.  The tenderness in which you touched him, as if he was precious and frail, the love evident in every caress. It reminded him of the people he missed, those he had lost, but above all, it reminded him of the love he had received and the one he had now.

"I want us to be family," he exclaimed, and the smile that broke through as you touched his hair once more, not replacing the memories of those he had lost, but accompanying them and joining in the little fortune he had known, felt brighter than the sun breaking through the clouds.

And to this you giggled, your hand moving to his face as your eyes shimmered in both joy and endearment and for a moment all Keiji could see was the way he was reflected in your eyes as you pulled him closer, foreheads touching as you gave your answer:

"Let's brush your hair."

[harleysdoll]

Dancing on my own.

You came to understand that life would often surprise you when you least expect it.

When you joined the BAU for the first time, you didn't hope to make friends, you expected to be like any other strict job, but there you are, planning Sunday dinners and connecting with everyone on the team to the point that you could call them a family.

You also didn't expect to have fallen in love with someone, but...here you were.

Spencer and you had a connection like no other, the once shy and introverted man had bared his soul to you and you did the same

And everyone knew, everyone could see the way you talked to eachother and the way you'd look at him. But unfortunately that look was never actually returned.

You soon found out that Spencer was a hopeless romantic, and not the good kind.

He was in and out of relationships, claiming that 'this is the one, (y/n), i can feel it.'

but they always ended the same, Spencer broken and you right there, picking up the pieces.

It was heartbreaking for you too, but what were you supposed to do? Confess your love, get rejected AND lose your best friend? no thanks.

———————

'Last night was the best night ever'

You crack one eye open 'i should've never given you a fucking key' you groaned.

'You love me' he laughed and laid beside you.'So..i think this girl is the one'

You got up and walked around looking for your slippers.

'really?' he was so deep into his fantasy to recognize the sarcasm in your words.

'yes, it was so perfect and we just had something. she's it, i just can feel it' He swooned following you to the kitchen and starting the coffee.

'Every girl you meet is 'it'' you rolled your eyes.

'what's that supposed to mean?'

'Spence, come on' you sighed. 'its always the same and you know it'

His body tensed, and you could already feel this wasn't going to end well.

'How dumb of me to think my best friend would be happy for me' he scoffed. 'you know what? I'm just gonna go' he grabbed his coat and his bag

'shit,' you cursed under your breath. 'Spence, wait!' you grabbed his arm as it reached for the door. 'I'm sorry, i woke up grumpy, i am very happy for you'

he looks hesitantly at you 'really?'

'really, im very happy you've found love'

His eyes soften and he pulls you into a hug. 'Thank you, i knew i could count on you' he pulled back and pouted. 'i dont want toast, can you make pancakes?'

You glared at him playfully. 'Dont push your luck, asshole'

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After work you were heading down to Spencer's, when you felt your phone vibrate.

Are you coming over?

Be there in 10. You replied.

As open the door you hear voices, so you walk in the living room and see Spencer and a girl sitting on the couch.

'uh..hi.' you say unsure of what happened to your plans.

'oh hey! Lindsay, this is (y/n) my best friend, (y/n/n), this is my girlfriend'

your eyebrows frown in confusion. 'what happened to...?' he glares at you and you keep quiet.

After that awkward moment you move to the couch and its some time till you get fed up with them just nuzzling eachother and giggling every 5 seconds.

You're just tired of Spencer being fucking blind.

Tired of watching girls come and go as you try your best to pick up Spencer's broken pieces.

Just...tired.

You stand up grabbing your things and head out the door.

You're flying down a cab and are just about to get on when you hear him.

'(y/n)!...hey! hey wait!'

you sigh and turn around 'you should go back to your date, i was just leaving'

'not until you tell me what was that about, you always act this way whenever you're around my dates' he crosses his arms waiting for a response.

'its nothing'

'its always nothing with you! even when you're like this its still nothing'

'Spencer i really dont want to talk about it, okay? ill see you tomorrow'

He grabs your arm and shoots the car door.

'No, you're not leaving here until you tell me what's wrong with you and why you're suddenly acting like this-this..'

'id watch my mouth if i were you'

'oh yeah? or what? you're gonna storm out and be an ass? cause you already did that'

you let out a bitter laugh. 'jesus..' you say and look away.

You dont know what else to say so you opt to go before you say something stupid.

He doesn't stop you.

—————-

You're laying down watching a movie when you hear a soft knock on the door.

You open the door and your heart clenches at the sight of him. 'what are you doing here?'

'Its been a week, (y/n). I shouldn't have said what i said and i'm sorry, can we talk about it and move on?' he steps closer. 'i need my best friend back'

'i can't' you step back and walk to the couch.

he sits next to you. 'why not?'

'because it would ruin us' you groan. In the past week you had decided you were done torturing yourself by watching Spencer with all those girls, you either tell him the truth or you let him go.

he takes your hand in his. 'you can tell me anything, (y/n/n). nothing you say could ever ruin our friendship'

you sigh and close your eyes. 'i- uh...i can't keep watching you be with all those girls, i cant see you fall in love with them when i want to be the only one you fall for'

'what?'

'i love you, Spence' your voice breaks. 'and i can't keep watching you date other people cause its killing me'

Slowly dropping your hands as he turns away, you know this is it, and he's leaving without another word.

This time you don't stop him.

[curechocolattymilk]

TES V OC Thingie

[Got tagged by @jessaryss​ ! ]

Pause your game! Wherever your OC is in their game currently, tell me about their story so far.

✧✧✧ General

Current Level: 56

Name: Jeer-Tei Perdes

Name Meaning: Literally got it from a name generator lol. But lore wise it was a name gifted to them in honor of an Argonian who served beside Tei’s mother during the Great War

Pronouns: They/Them

Age: Early 30s where they are story wise???

Race(s): Argonian

Place of Origin: Hammerfell

Pick A Theme Song For Them: oof that's tough... From a Crowded Wound or maybe even Firstwake? If you really played around w personal interpretation/the lyrics that is haha

✧✧✧ Locations

Where Did You Begin Their Game?: Argonian Assemblage, Windhelm (Alternative Start)

Where Are They Currently In Your Game?: Whiterun

What Are They Doing There?: Just finished attending a party held in their honor (Post Blood of Kings)

Homes?: Breezehome, Proudspire, Lakeview & Autmnwatch

# of Locations Discovered?: 274

Dungeons Cleared: 104

Misc. Quests Completed: 87

Favorite Areas and/or Locations: Falkreath / Lakewview Manor. Both areas are where Tei heads off to in order to collect their thoughts/feel some sense of calm.

✧✧✧ Main Quest

Are They Dragonborn / Do They Know It At This Point?: Yes & yes

How Do They Feel About Being Dragonborn: It's...complicated, being thrust into the role of savior by gods of the Cult, which in turn are followed by the folk who see you lesser than them. Tei already has a dislike towards the Divines, this doesn't really help lol

Main Quests Completed: 21

Where Are They In The Main Story Line: Alduin's dead, currently trying to ignore the Civil War as long as they can before the Empire forces its hand into forcing them to join their ranks

Dragon Souls Absorbed: In total overall? 147. The amount currently stored in Tei? 45

Words of Power Learned: 64

Shouts Mastered: 21

Favorite Shout: Firebreath / Dragonrend

✧✧✧ Combat

Most Used Weapon(s): Daedric war axe OR Dragonbone battle axe. Tei technically has both on them at all times during adventuring, alongside a shield, so which they used depends on the situation/which they grab fastest.

Combat Style: Two/One-handed tank. Main tactic is to rush in, cause as much damage/chaos as possible to shake up the opponent, & clean up what the ranged attackers of the party (usually Rumarin, Inigo and/or Lucien) weren't able to deal with.

Armor Type / Level In It: HEAVY ARMOR BABYYYYY (Level 100 + 35 extra points via enchantments)

# of Training Sessions: 99 in-game, lore wise its a lot of self-teaching/keeping their skills learned from Hammerfell sharp. Some of these are magic but lore-wise this doesn't happen cus Tei is not a magic user, save for shouts. I just did those in-game for exp OR so I can help Lucien raise his magic skills :'D

Who Taught Them?: In-game?? Fuuuck so many npcs. Lore-wise? They learned this from their schooling in Hammerfell, going off the canon-lore that it's p much expected for everyone to have a grasp on combat & weaponry! Though they did learn a few things from Kaidan & Anum-La.

Favorite Enemy Type: Dragons! Despite the fact Tei does not have the best magic resistance, it's one hell of a challenge they love to meet.

Least Favorite Enemy Type: Automatons, because of a bad experience with them as a child. Also Undead, because they were raised not to disturb them & it just feels so wrong having to fight them/go into tombs.

People Killed: 945

Animals Killed: 749 (Hunterborn makes hunting fun lol)

Undead Killed: 766

Automatons Killed: 105

Daedra Killed: 136

✧✧✧ Magic

Favorite School(s): None, actually. Destruction is okay though....they guess

Most Used Spell(s): Firebreath or Dragon Aspect. Tei doesn't consider shouts spells though. It's totally different guys shut up they ain't no smelly mage gods

Spells Learned: 9 in-game, mainly due to the spells you're kinda forced to learn for some quests/the ones you automatically know

Items Enchanted: 19 (Tei technically doesn't enchant, and wont next playthrough for sure I wont give in this time >:[ )

College of Winterhold Quests Completed: 8

Where Are They At In The Questline?: Main quest is done bcus i dont like seeing unfinished quests in my journal lmao. Tei's involvement is completely different from canon though in my take. Moreso was hired as a guard for the expedition & was, unwillingly, dragged into the rest of the mess. Is not offered the Archmage position, that went straight to Tolfdir.

Opinions on Magical Guilds (Arcane University, Winterhold, Psijics, Synod, Radiant Dark, etc.): As they get older, they tolerate the guild & magic users more n more, BUT, Tei grew up in an environment that frowns upon the practice of magic, & it shows. They mainly mistrust necromancers/illusionists & still hold onto that belief that reliance on magic, especially for combat, is a weakness.

Bold words for someone with shit magic resistance.

✧✧✧ Crime

Current Gold: 10,640

How Did They Acquire Their Gold?: Odd jobs, selling a lot of the items they made/harvested from smithing & hunting (jewelers are their go-to hirers bcus Tei is great at getting things like ivory), Dwemer ruin diving (they refuse to loot the tombs), also yknow....being part of the Dark Brotherhood helps

Largest Bounty On Their Head: 11,240

For...?: Unfortunately they did not stand down when they were being falsely accused of murder in Markarth. First time Tei called down dragons (Sahrotaar, specifically, Tei managed to get command of Miraak's dragons post-Dragonborn) to absolutely smite some fools.

Current Bounty: None! They're good at not getting caught/threatening and/or bribing guards. :)

Locks Picked: 15 i think?

Jail Time: 1, Cidhna Mine

Jail Escapes: 1, teamed up w the Forsworn lol

Murders: 28

Assaults: 307....In their defense people keep getting in their way during dragon attacks

Items Stolen: 37, most of them from the nobles of Windhelm

Thieves Guild Quests Completed: N/A (wont be doing this storyline unless i cant find a mod that'll let me get the shouts locked behind it)

Dark Brotherhood Quests Completed: 20

Where Are They At In Those Questlines?: DB is completed main arc wise!

✧✧✧ Relationships

Relationship Status: Married to two lovely fellas

Current Companions: atm? none

Housecarls: Lydia & Rayya

Friends (outside of party): Zora Fair-Child, Inigo, Lucien, Anum-La, Morndas, Aela the Huntress, Nazir, Babette, Scouts-Many-Marshes, Isobel, Madesi

Children: Khash, Chases-Starlight, Ram-Ku. (going of where Tei is now - Otero & Mei come around later on in Tei's story!)

Romantic Interest(s): Kaidan & Rumarin.

Sexual Orientation:

GAY

✧✧✧ Religion

Pantheon: Yokudan, with a hint of Hircine worship in there

Patron Deity(ies): From the Yokudan pantheon: Tei mainly views HoonDing as their main patron, but also prays to/pays respect to Satakal.

They are also Hircine's champion.

Daedric Quests Completed: 3 (Hircine, Vile, Dagon - the last Tei didn't really help, moreso pissed off)

Aedric Quests Completed: 1 if you count the whole Alduin thing I guess?

How Devout Are They?: Tei is rather devout, esp to their Yokudan patrons, praying or making offerings daily. They aren't the type to really push it in your face though, but have no issues answering questions one might have.

How Do They Feel About Talos Worship?: Deep down they acknowledge & admit trying to ban worship is terrible, but....Tei also lets their bias/experience with Windhelm, the Stormcloaks & especially Ulfric kinda cloud over this. If the Nords want their old ways so damn much, why fight for a divine from the Imperial Cult? Why not go back to the actual old ways? No, this isn't about worship, not to the men leading this so-called rebellion, they just needed something other than their racist bullshit to fool the common man into throwing their lives away for the nobles sitting comfortable in their thrones.

Also during their whole thing of getting into their role of dragonborn, they get a bonus 'fuck this dude actually' towards Talos, Ysmir, whatever the fuck he calls himself. (tldr; it sucks but good luck hearing Tei say that fully)

✧✧✧ Politics

Gray-Mane or Battle-Born?: Neither, ask them again they will punch you for the love of Ruptga they get asked that every time they enter Whiterun.

Stormcloaks or Imperials?: Also neither, Tei hates em both n think they can all choke. Unfortunately they were forced to join the latter due to, yknow, calling dragons & causing massive damage in Imperial territories during isolated fits of rage and the group being more aggressive in wanting something in return for "letting it slide"....oops

Opinion on the Thalmor?: Oh absolutely despises them, they loudly complained having to work with them during the CW & would go out their way to disrupt their plans/piss them off. Sneaking was an option they did not take during the Embassy quest, if it helps paint the picture.

Opinion Of Ulfric Stormcloak?: Tei doens't say they hate people often...but they sure as hell hate Ulfric. Again, their experience in Windhelm added to this heavily, how both the Dunmer & Argonians were treated like shit, with no help whatsoever from the Jarl or guards when the local Nords targeted them. It's still up in the air if I keep this for Tei's story, but I have it where they knew Chases-Starlight's parents, who were killed. When Tei went up & demanded justice/an investigation, only to be brushed off because it "wasn't a priority," it completely destroyed what little empathy or hope they had left for Windhelm as a whole.

Opinion of The Empire?: Cowards too weak to continue fighting back against the Thalmor, in their opinion, & holds these views they grew up with even when being strong-armed into aiding them. If anything they're at least attempting to use their influence to hint towards a rebellion against the Thalmor, but the Empire could also full-on dissolve & they could give less of a shit.

Civil War Quests Completed: 0

✧✧✧ Personal

How Are They Doing? Need Some Juice? A Nap? A Hug?: The whole event of Blood of Kings has fucked with their head, to say the least. It's the starting point of Tei's eventual spiral. So uh...yeah they're not sure how they're doing everything they knew about reality was kinda challenged & they don't rlly have anyone to talk to about it so its cool, its fine, its all good.

A nap is probably needed, not sure about a hug theough they're super flinchy rn

Days Past In Game: 196

Hours of Sleep: 846

Food Items Consumed: 1833

How Many Playthroughs Have You Done With This Character: Tei actually is an older character from the 360 days so uh...maybe 5 at most? This playthrough & their S:EC one coming up when the mod releases being the main ones focusing on their story

Overall How's Your Level Of Fun: Alright I would say! I just been stepping away from Skyrim more often lately to avoid burning out from it

Must Have Mods To Play This Character (for story or other reasons): Ordinator, Wintersun Faiths, Immersive Armors, Sarcastic Player Dialogue, 3DNPC, Inigo, Lucien Flavius, Kaidan 2, Khash the Argonian, Alternative Start, Leviathan Animations, Beast Race Body Paints, Beast HHBB, Apocalypse Magic, Deadly Dragons, Growl: Werewolf Overhaul, Pronouns, uhhh....idk what else without actually listing my current modlist lmao

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And that's it for Tei! Anyone who wants to do this go on ahead!

[samwritesforyou]

We’re gonna be okay

Diego x reader

Summary: You and Diego worked out a system for a situation if he ever comes to your place while being in the highest form of distress and needs your help. He assured you it won’t happen often. Until one night, it finally did.

A/N: i feel like i’ve read the whole tumblr dot com worth of diego x reader fanfics and yet i still wanted more, so the desperate need to finally write something myself has been fulfilled. i would actually love to take requests, so if you want, dont hesitate to message/ask me! im ready to write fics and headcanons :) (my blog might seem new but ive been on tumblr for years and years and i finally dedicated a new blog to mostly reader inserts, either my own or reblogging others)

Warnings: Mentions of a panic attack, gender neutral reader

Wordcount: 3,350

There was a knock on the door.

It was pretty late, but not too late for it to be Diego yet.

Or so you thought.

You got up kinda lazily from a comfortable chair you had situated in the corner of a room, at first designed mainly for reading or napping, but ending up doing absolutely whatever you could on the spot. Eating pizza, watching netflix, browsing through the internet after long working hours that you put in into your tiny art selling business.

You slightly opened the door and already plastered a semi-fake smile for a possible neighbor, but in front of you stood Diego.

Your dear friend, who was at the moment soaked from the rain outside, with big eyes, fast breathing and bloody hands.

Bloody hands?!

“Hello to you too, friend!” you said quite worried, quickly patting him down for signs of any physical pain. For the first time in a while he seemed fine, unscarred.

Your eyes finally went up, literally scanning his face but it was completely unreadable.

His eyes were wide and he looked as if he couldn’t comprehend what was going on around him.

You looked down again and took his fists into your hands. His own palms unclenched and you could see that they were heavily bloodied.

“Diego.. whose blood is it?”

No answer.

You rushed him inside and closed the door behind the two of you, facing the damn vigilante again.

“Diego, I need to know who’s blood is on your hands,” your voice grew steadier as you knitted your brows together in worry and confusion.

Only then the guy decided to move his arms and you noticed how shaky he is. He connected his two index fingers in the form of a cross, pressing it to his chest.

Your own eyes went wide now as you stumbled back a few steps and your mind went blank.

.

.

.

You instantly remembered a night that happened a few years back. He has come in crumbling through your window and was obviously in some new form of distress, that you couldn’t quite understand yet.

“Diego?” it seemed like your voice didn’t reach his ears, so you tried calling out his name again, getting up from the couch and patting him lightly on the body, to determine any sign of an injury.

It looked like there was none, so you tried to reach his gaze that was somewhat absentminded, all over the place, scanning everything but not meeting your eyes.

He was a tough guy, and you knew it. You knew that if you want to get answers, you need to either get them yourself or make yourself heard, until he cannot ignore you any longer.

“Diego Hargreeves, what is going on?” your voice was soft yet determined.

His dark orbs finally stopped on your face and he just shook his head, his breathing oddly fast for a man who was just simply standing.

You continued to push. You didn’t have the best day either, and to be interrupted at 1am by his visit was nothing new, but you couldn’t let him have this behaviour. Even though you’re friends, that didn’t automatically mean that he could do whatever he wanted.

Throughout the whole night he didn’t say a thing, but when you started adding volume to your voice, he.. he just broke down.

That night, you’ve witnessed Diego experience a panic attack. Caused by yourself.

You couldn’t fall asleep that night, even after you eventually calmed him down and the only thing that was left to do for you was to watch him sleep and slowly rubbing circles on his exposed arm out of the blanket.

It felt like neons before you noticed a first ray of sunshine drawing from the half-closed curtains, making you spring to your feet and drag your ass to the kitchen, trying to think of what to do for breakfast.

When you figured the recipe out and finished cooking, Diego was already up and joined you near the kitchen counter, next to which you had two stools.

He settled on one of them, looking at you.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” you couldn’t muster anything better, so you just put a plate in front of him and then sat next to his side, simply digging into your portion of scrambled eggs.

“About last night, y/n..” he drifted off, probably at first deciding that it’s better to fill his stomach a little bit.

In the meantime you didn’t dare to speak up and just waited for him to say something, anything.

When he finished his meal, he finally turned to you with a sigh.

“You know that one guy I told you ‘bout? That we.. we do some vigilante shit together from time to time?”

You just nodded, not meeting his eyes.

“Well. I guess I could count him as a close friend. You know.. and,” this was followed by a slight pause and clearing of the throat.

“He died yesterday. I couldn’t save him.”

Your eyes immediately shot up to Diego and all that vulnerability and hurt that you’ve clearly seen yesterday just overtaking him were completely gone. Now present only a strong facade that he mastered whenever he needed to hide from showing emotions. You hated it.

“Shit, Diego..” you spoke quietly and softly, all the words seemed to have left you in all the things unsaid in your throat. But you tried to continue.

“I’m sorry. And I’m also sorry for pushing you over the edge. I.. I didn’t know what happened so I just acted how we would normally do,” he smirked at that, merely for a second, but you still caught it.

“Look, I.. I know, “ he simply said and then it felt as if he was weighting pros and cons of telling you something else that was clearly on his chest.

“You always help me out. Every single night I come to you.. Why do you do it, y/n?” Diego’s eyes were steadily turned your way.

At the sudden question you raised an eyebrow, “well, I.. I care about you.”

He lightly bit his lower lip and turned his gaze away, clearly thinking about something really hard.

“Okay,” he finally said, “y/n, do you think I could ask you for a favour then?”

At that your eyes met and you felt nervous, for some reason.

You really liked him. Not just like a friend. But you understood that there probably won’t be a chance for you two to ever become a couple (mostly considering that you didn’t believe that he could feel about you this way), so you settled for friendship anyways, since you two really got along well.

And having this handsome tough guy as a friend? Damn, just that is already some kind of luck swinging your way.

But your feelings of course meant that.. you’d do more for him than what you’d do just for a friend. You would get out of your comfort zone just to help him with injuries or hear him talk about his girlfriend (at the time, now they were broken up) and how they argued so much that he ended up on the streets and didn’t really want to go to his lonely place at the gym.

And you took him in. You always did. And since the day you became friends you always care for him.

And you’d care now once again.

“What is it?” in your tone danced a question, troubled with what he might ask for.

“Well, yesterday-“ he cut himself from finishing and cleared his throat, starting over.

“I imagine we’re gonna be friends for a long time, right?”

You just pushed your brows up with a small nod in affirmation.

“I never had.. anyone, really, to help me with the states I often got into,” you immediately thought of Eudora, wasn’t his ex-girlfriend supposed to be his support pillar? Or is he just making you feel sorry for him-

“Or I didn’t ever trust anyone that much, you know,” oh, okay, that kind of explains that then.

“And I guess.. I trust you enough? To share this?” he talked quietly and mumbled a lot so you realised soon you won’t be able to hear him at all.

You grabbed his hands with yours and caught his attention this way.

You were never really touchy together, but occasional hugs and even holding hands was kind of a standard for you from time to time.

His eyes met yours again and you cursed yourself for your heartbeat getting faster. This is not an appropriate moment to get butterflies in your stomach, dammit.

“I’m listening, Diego,” you confirmed, nodding again.

“Okay. It’s- it’s just really h-hard to talk about this,” he stuttered a bit, but with the next breath continued again, “When there’s some situation that’s just completely fucked up, like losing someone close to me, or- or somethin’ else, I don’t know.. I finish what I need at the scene where it happened but when I come home I just,” he breathed some air in and you felt his hands squeeze yours a bit tighter, “I just break down, you know? Sometimes it’s just all too much for me and I don’t know how to deal with it and I would just wanna.. someone to hold me, I guess? Otherwise when someone’s trying to talk at me or somethin’ I just get even more worked up and it’s even worse.”

It all started to come together in your mind. Even though it sounded really strange to hear Diego talk about things like.. wanting to be held and shit. But you always guessed there’s a far bigger sweetheart and a soft boy underneath all those harness and knives.

You tried to pick your words carefully.

“So when I started to ask you shit.. You just flipped. Basically because I was talking at you a lot and you couldn’t take it anymore, right?”

He sighed and looked somewhere up, nodding bit by bit.

“Yeah, yep. That was it.”

You clapped at his hands lightly, to bring his focus back again and he looked at you and mustered a sad, faint smile.

You did the same. In the world you lived in, unforeseen and unfortunate events were happening left and right and thinking about his childhood and everything.. no wonders he developed such a huge reaction and coping mechanism to something catastrophic happening.

“That’s okay, Diego. I’m here for you, I mean it. Let’s just talk about some things what I should and shouldn’t do when you come here in that state, alright? I just want you to feel comfortable.”

“Alright. Thank you, y/n,” he was looking down now, the whole morning kinda failing to meet your gaze and just rubbed his thumb across your hand, which send you heart into a race again.

You slowly let go of him, making an excuse to go wash the dishes.

After a while you looked behind you where he sat and said, “We also need some sort of a sign that you can easily show me, since you’re not really talkative when you get like this.”

Apparently he already used said “sign” somewhere, because he had it on the ready.

It was his hands clutching in fists, index fingers crossing each other in a form of a cross, pressed to his chest.

“Something like this. But don’t worry, I don’t think it’ll happen often. That would be really sad,” he laughed a little and then looked at you somewhat longingly and you averted your eyes back to the sink, nodding.

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.

You almost forgot about that and now it all come flooding back.

Something terrible must’ve happened. You were panicking, but you had to stay strong, for him.

He was still standing in your hallway, with a crossed index fingers pressed to his chest.

“Okay, okay..” you mumbled more to yourself than to him, taking his hands into yours and looking him up and down.

He really seemed.. disconnected. It was kind of scary and you tried so hard not to think about what happened. Or about who died.

“Here, come with me, Diego,” you led him by the hand towards your couch as he was holding onto you, but his usual grip was gone.

You both ended up on a sofa and you really didn’t know how to act around him now, because.. he didn’t talk, didn’t look at you but when he did, his eyes were wide and big and he just seemed suddenly like a small boy to you.

Hopefully he won’t remember this tomorrow, you thought and tried to smile a little bit at him.

“Okay. Can you get your hands up for me, baby boy?” You’ve decided to approach this situation as if you were just babysitting an overgrown child.

Because nothing bad happens to children normally, right? And if you kept thinking about him as usual grown man Diego, you’d lose your mind in the process, wanting to scream and shake him by the shoulders until he spills you what happened.

Being Diego’s friend pushed you to new limits each day, truly.

He didn’t bat an eyelid at your tone change and word choosing, just obliging and putting his hands up.

You helped him to get his knives down and put his black turtleneck over his head, so now he sat shirtless right next to you, hands still smeared with blood.

Goddamit the blood!

You took him by the elbows and lead Diego to the bathroom, where you helped to get the red out of his hands. At the sight of blood dripping down into the sink you deciphered a whimper from him, even through the sound of running water and looked up.

Diego couldn’t stop looking down at his hands and tears were running down his cheeks.

You quickly took his face into your wet hands from the water and forced him to look away and lock his gaze with yours.

“Hey, don’t look at it, okay? It’ll only make you stressed. Until I’m done you can just close you eyes, okay?”

“Oh-okay,” he said and just closed his eyes here and there.

You sighed and tried to finish washing his hands as fast as possible, cursing under your breath pretty often.

“I’m sorry..” you heard him mumble and when you looked up, his eyes were still shut.

“Nothin’ to be sorry about.. We’ll talk about this tomorrow, right? Don’t worry. You’re safe now,” you smiled as you were already wrapping his hands in a towel and his eyelashes fluttered, eyes opening.

You stayed looking at each other for a second longer than necessary, but then you already lead him away to the bedroom area, where you actually tucked him in, wrapping in a soft blanket and then rushed to the kitchen, grabbing a few cookies and then leaving it on a plate next to him on the night table. 

 You almost made yourself comfortable on the couch, when he suddenly called out your name from the bed.

You sprung to your feet, thinking he’s actually hurt but you didn’t notice or that- “Can you... stay with me? P-please?” he asked, disrupting your train of thought. You did expect this, but still felt really shy about that.

Diego is vulnerable right now and does need your help and presence though.

And there wouldn’t be anything you wouldn’t do for him.

“Sure,” and after this simple answer you carefully climbed in next to him covering you both with a blanket and he curled up closer to you, almost immediately falling asleep.

From one point of view it felt like you wouldn’t sleep at all tonight, but from the other one.. you actually fell asleep just as fast as he did.

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To nobody’s surprise you woke up first and actually flinched at the sight of sleeping Diego inches from your own face.

Your mind went running with ideas what happened and what’s going on until you realised the real deal and your brain caught up to yesterday’s shenanigans.

It was a wild ride and you were thankful that now it’s - most probably - over.

Your eyes were subconsciously scanning his face, until you realised what you’re doing, but you didn’t stop even then.

You’ve never been this close to his face yet and now you could admire and explore every part of it.

Having feelings for a friend that’s laying in the same bed with you at the moment is really not the healthiest thing that could’ve happened to you, huh..

You actually froze and your heart started racing billion times faster when you realised that you have a weight of his arm around your waist, pulling you closer from his sleep.

He grunted and his nose was now in your hair, shuffling a little to get more comfortable.

You had no idea how to change positions, especially when being held by such a strong arm as his and you got a feeling like Diego might actually wake up just about now, so the best solution that came into your mind was to forcefully close your eyes shut and pretend that you’re still sleeping.

He did, indeed, wake up. You were suddenly pushed to the other side of the bed, arm disappearing from your waist and a waterfall of curses fell from his lips quietly.

You used up all your acting stamina to make a believable scene of you gaining your conscious from the deep slumber that you were obviously in, stretched your arms for a good effect and finally opened your eyes.

You immediately signed up for a staring contest as soon as you looked at him and smiled a little. His face remained unreadable but perhaps a little bit flustered?.. But you may be reading too much into it.

“Hi,” you said with a higher tone than intended and Diego just nodded at that.

You tried your luck by addressing the elephant in the room right away, you never liked ignoring the problems that were always looming over you, “care to tell me what happened yesterday?”

He drew a big sigh and rested his head back on the pillow, looking up at the ceiling.

You couldn’t stop looking at him. At first because you really wanted to know the mystery, but the longer you looked at him, the more you realised that you’re just admiring the beauty that he holds, until his words fell like a dead weight right onto your shoulders.

“I found Eudora’s body yesterday. I couldn’t get to the place in time and someone killed her.”

What?

It felt like what he said was simply a trick of your imagination. You liked Eudora yourself, she was a very intelligent and an interesting person, you two often hung out and that feeling didn’t cease even after you found out that she and Diego started dating.

And even when they broke up some months after, you still found your way to spend time with her. So did Diego.

You wanted to cry, but thought that it might be insensitive towards him, because he was much closer to her than you were, so you tried to swallow your forming tears down.

“I’m.. I’m so sorry, Diego..”

“It’s your loss too, I know it, y/n,” he looked at you with much softer look this time.

“Come here,” he said a little bit hesitantly and opened up one arm towards you.

This was unusual, but maybe last night’s events tore down some walls?.. Who knows.

You almost threw yourself into his embrace and once your forehead rested on his chest, you started crying.

From everything, honestly. There’s been problems at work, your seemingly unrequited feelings for Diego didn’t help much either and now you learned that you lost one of your friends.

He started rubbing circles on your back, just letting you get those emotions out, while you two were hugging each other on the bed in your apartment.

And as you slowly started to calm down, he said a gentle, “it’s gonna be okay. We’re gonna be okay”

[muwur]

do u think u could write something fluffy for atsumu? :D (if not, bc he just showed up in the anime, futakuchi?) nd they/them pronouns pls :3 ty ty!!!

dating headcanons

✧ hc’s ✧ for atsumu and futakuchi

❧ gn reader

✎ 1.6k words

a/n: oml my first request fgrinffej thank u anon <3 been doing sum ~research~ and brainstorming snaccing and i hope this is okay ! >:) for u i shall do both ppl hehe. feel free to lmk if you would like me to redo or add anything, i wanna do my requests justice :*)

also i find myself gettin inspo at 4 am ofhfuohf i hope this is a bit fluffy, tho its a bit playful n snarky as well fnoggrefjf. also this took me so long bc i literaly got this whole other idea LMAOOOO but i find it more suitable as a separate piece so be on the lookout for that (nudge nudge itll feature atsumu ;) i got a bit carried away AAHA). here u goo

atsumu

✧ boi’s a tease

✧ on days he stays really late to practice so like?? most days LOL  you drop by a nearby eatery and pick up some fatty tuna (or something else, you like to change it up sometimes even if fatty tuna is his fave)  for him to munch on (gotta replenish your body!!)

✧ even though it’s for him, he’ll make you share the food with him as you both sit on a field nearby the gym

✧ likes to feed you but exaggerates it just to mess with you

✧ “say ahh, y/n” he coos with a smirk when he holds out some food from his chopsticks

✧ and just to mess with him back, you close your mouth around the piece, taking it from the chopsticks slowly and never breaking eye contact with him until after you chew and swallow

✧ “ah, that was delicious, honey” you smile cheekily

✧ rip atsumu, he malfuncc inside

✧ however

✧ fights you for the last piece of any food or snack you’re sharing

✧ “why even offer sharing if you’re just gonna hog it all”

✧ “you were just slower than me, that’s not my problem”

✧ in the end, he would definitely just let you have it. Only fights you when hes bored and wants to provoke you, which is often

✧ pretty affectionate in public. likes to ruffle your hair or place a head on your hand, no matter what height you are

✧ especially likes to do this when you’re annoyed at him, which kinda makes it not cute anymore and you just wanna punch him in the face

✧ as annoying as he could be tho you had to admit that your bickering could be quite fun he was definitely a caring partner

✧ is quick to take notice how youre feeling, liek:

✧  “hey, are you feeling okay?”

✧ “yeah im fine, why?”

✧ “you know you dont have to lie, right? you cant hide these things, anyways, i can just tell if something’s up. what’s wrong, babe?”

✧ pulls you aside to talk things out a little, then offers to spend some time together after practice  

✧ squeezes your hand as he walks you home, plants a soft kiss to your forehead before parting ways, and says goodnight

✧ he also notices any changes, no matter how small, in your appearances:

✧ *scrutinizing you* “what do you want, atsumu?”

✧ “did you do something different today? maybe like with your hair or uniform or something?”

✧ “o-oh, yeah, i did.”

✧ “hm. it really suits you, actually.”

✧ “oh, thanks. it’s such a small change, i didnt think anyone would notice--”

✧  “dont get too ahead of yourself, i didnt say it looked nice-- im kidding, im kidding!” he has to say in order to defend himself from your piercing glare

✧ lowkey highkey cant go long without seeing you

✧ so when he finally gets to spend some time with you, he’s even more touchy than usual

✧ you eye him suspiciously before saying, “you’re acting like you missed me or something”

✧  “yeah, i did miss you. something wrong with that?” he asks, burying his face in your neck as he hugs you from behind

✧ “yes, because its been two days”

✧ expect lots of kisses and hugs, though. mans is deprived and he gets what he wants (with consent, of course)

✧ makes sure everyone knows he’s there to stand up for you if necessary, which can be pretty intimidating

✧ loves it when you fall asleep on his shoulder. will take selfies with your sleeping face and show you later

✧  “you look cute even when you’re drooling all over my arm”

✧ doesn’t talk about how he sniffed or kissed your head when you were asleep. definitely doesn’t admit how he was whispering about how lucky he was to be in love with you asdfghjk

✧ was the first to admit he loved you

✧ it occurred after his team won a game to qualify for nationals. excitedly, you raced your way to meet him and tackled him in a hug. who cares if he was sweaty. “i knew you guys would win, and im so proud, atsumu.”

✧ he stumbled a bit and hugged back. he pulled away shortly to look you in the eye

✧  “y/n, i love you.”

✧ and all you could do was blush before he pulled you into a soft, yet passionate kiss

✧ surrounded by like. literally everyone lol

✧ osamu just fake gags in the background

✧ later that day:

✧  “sooooo do I get a reward for winning ? ;)”

✧  “dont push your luck”

✧ but you do spend the night just chilling at his place, watching a movie and cuddling, unwinding from a long day

futakuchi

✧ you met each other in class, bonding over how bored and sleepy you both were

✧ one day he started passing you notes and you went with along it until this class’s purpose in y’alls lives was just for goofing off and totally not to see each other’s smiles or be a bit flirty

✧ loves to mess around with you, but also thinks highly of you

✧ shortly after you started dating and met the boy’s volleyball team, moniwa asks you to please keep futakuchi in line

✧  “babe, please, you’re driving your seniors crazy”

✧ but ever since he became captain, you could sense that futakuchi seemed more responsible

✧ but poor bby was also wayyyy more tired than usual

✧ you poked his back with your pencil whenever you found him dozing off in class, just in time before he risked getting caught by the teacher

✧ you also nagged him about getting more rest and maintaining his health, doing things to help him out until he gave in and made a better attempt at taking care of himself

✧ unless you have other activities going on, you’d usually come by the gym to watch practice and then walk home with futakuchi

✧ you always bring him and his team snacks. they all love you, especially koganegawa

✧ “how are you and y/n dating, they’re so much nicer than futaku--”

✧ cant even finish his sentence before the captain smacks his head and poor kogane chokes on his snacc

✧ but les be real you also go to admire your manz

✧ on the walk home one day:

✧  “you hit a really good spike today”

✧ sheepishly scratches the back of his head, “oh, thanks. kogane’s sets are improving, so it’s getting easier to hit the ball”

✧ secretly loves and craves your praise

✧ futakuchi’s pretty down for pda. you two can often be seen walking down the aisles, hand in hand

✧ will also give you lots of pecks, especially on your cheeks and lips

✧ he also insists on helping you carry your things

✧ wants you to rely on him

✧ saw you shivering once and took his jacket off, draping it around you like nbd

✧ lets just say he wishes he coulda thought of that sooner dhqnwxhgergk  youre not allowed to look this cute

✧ but now you literally keep half his closet in your house cuz he always tells you to return it whenever you want

✧ could go on dates anywhere and literally have such a good time. the night market? y’all will share foods and play games the whole time. the park? he could go for a nice, relaxing walk, or if it’s at night, he’d love to lie in the grass and admire the night sky with you (as long as you hold hands lol). at home? would totally binge some shows or movies with you, has sour gummies n a blanket ready to share hog

✧ can be a tease, but will protect you at all costs

✧ glares at anyone who looks at you with interest (boi gets jealous)

✧ had to pull you into his arms and give you a kiss to save you from getting hit on by someone from a rival school. “hey babe, i’ve been looking for you. let’s head back, everyone’s waiting.”

✧ you happily follow him, not noticing how futakuchi looks back at his now sworn-enemy and sticks his tongue out at them

✧ he will fIGHT anyone who hurts you, is very overprotective to say the least

✧ always makes sure he knows where you’re at, starts to worry a bit if you’ve gone mia

✧ got reallly worried one time when he called you like 5 times and you didnt pick up!

✧ 20 minutes later his phone rings and he picks it up immediately. “hello? y/n? are you okay?? you haven’t been answering me for a while.”

✧  “ahh, yes, im sorry about that, my phone died :P”

✧ thinks the best cuddles are the ones in which you both end up falling asleep. also likes to admire your sleeping face totes not a creeper

✧ also loveloveloves to snuggle you from behind and bury his face in your neck and loves to just smELL you

✧ you told him you loved him first

✧ you were having a rough day when you heard a knock on your door

✧ opening it, you found a futakuchi giving you a small smile and carrying a plastic bag full of goodies. “i, uh, didn’t want you to be alone, so i thought we could hang out for a bit? just us two, your favorite snacks, and whatever else you want to do”

✧ touched by his gesture, you pulled him in by his jacket’s collar and gave him a long kiss

✧ after separating, you looked into his eyes as you cupped his face gently. “thank you, kenji. i love you. this means a lot to me”

✧ ejiufnicenjfdhksujsk he nearly melted in place

✧ later tries playing the pocky game with you, but then y’all forget about the pocky after your first round and stick to the smooching

[jawllines]

hi lovie!!! im an amateur writer right now and with you being literally my favourite creator, i kinda wanted to ask some questions if that’s okay? 🥺 you totally don’t have to answer these, but i just wanted to know:

- when did you start writing?

- how long did it take to get the following you have now?

- how long does it usually take to create a fic?

- how do you stay motivated with writing?

- what app do you use to write?

- how do you create your ideas?

- when did your write your first smut?

- do you have any advice for a small writer like me?

thank you so much for being my favourite writer!! i love all of your work and they always make me feel so warm and happy!!! xoxo -🐝

HI CUTIE!! I SURE CAN ANSWER QUESTIONS I DONT MIND!!

1. I TECHNICALLY STARTED WRITING IN 2012 BUT WE DONT TALK ABOUT THAT CUZ IT WAS HORRID 🥰 BUT I STARTED POSTING FICS ON TUMBLR I THINK IN 2014

2. IT TOOK A WHILE!! IM NOT SURE WHAT ITS LIKE GAINING ON HERE NOW BECAUSE I STARTED MY BLOG IN THE ERA OF PROMO GROUPS AMD BLOG RATES SO I HAD AN EASIER TIME GAINING FOLLOWERS BUT I DIDNT START POSTING WRITING UNTIL I HAD A DECENT FOLLOWING WHICH HELPED A BIT

3. IT REALLY DEPENDS!! SOMETIMES ONLY A FEW WEEKS SOMETIMES IT CAN TAKE A MONTH, IT DEPENDS ON MY WORKLOAD AT SCHOOL AND HOW INTO THE FIC IM WRITING I AM!! BUT THATS BECAUSE IM TRYING TO PUSH OUT 19-20K WORDS FOR EACH PART

4. HARRY JUST BE MOTIVATING A HOE SOMETIMES BUT SOMETIMES LIKE MUSIC CAN REALLY HELP ESPECIALLY IF IT FITS THE STORY OR ITS JUST GOOD WRITING (T SWIZZLE HAS SOME GOOD WRITING TO TRACKS!!) SOMETIMES I READ OTHER FIC TO KINDA GIVE ME A BOOST TOO!!

5. WAY BACK WHEN I USED TO USE THIS APP CALLED POE BECAUSE THERE WAS A CUTE LIL BIRDIE BUT NOW I JUST USE GOOGLE DOCS AND MAKE IT A DARK SCREEN

6. SOMETIMES THEY’RE REQUESTED!! SOMETIMES I JUST THINK ABOUT AN IDEA OF A FIC THAT I WOULD LIKE TO READ AND WRITE THAT

7. I WROTE SMUT I THINK RIGHT OFF THE BAT IN ONE OF MY FIRST FICS BUT I WAS STILL (AND AM STILL) A VIRGIN SO EVERYTHING IM WRITING IS BASED OFF OF OTHER FICS, PORN, AND HOPING FOR THE BEST

8. WRITE WHAT YOU WANT AND DONT PUSH YOURSELF!! If you DONT LIKE WHERE A FIC IS GOING YOU CAN SCRAP IT AND START ALL OVER (I DO IT OFTEN) JOT DOWN NOTES OF WHERE YOU WANT THE FIC TO GO WHILE YOU’RE WRITING IT AND TAG TAG TAG ALL YOUR THINGS SO PEOPLE CAN FIND YOU!! also IF YOU EVER WANT ANYTHING REBLOGGED I WILL!!

BEST OF LUCK TO YA CUTIE PATOOTIE 😘

[anastasiaskarsgard]

I was challenged with writing a happy story with Roman Godfrey which was very challenging for me but I think I did it....

Wynter had just finished her dance rehearsal and was walking home. Like her mother before her, She had been dancing all her life.

Her mother had been a world renowned dancer, adored by millions and admired by all who saw her perform. Most would say she was the most gifted dancer ever to live. Her grace and precision was nothing short of perfection. The fact that she made it look as natural as walking down the street was no small feat either. Effortless grace.

Unfortunately, nearly a decade ago, she was returning to her hotel overseas, late after a performance, and the heavy rain caused her limo to hydroplane right into a wall, leaving no survivors.

Now, at age 23, Wynter was carrying on her mother's legacy, following in her footsteps. People had been so devastated to lose her mother, that they all turned to Wynter, to fill that space she’d left behind. Not wanting to think on how alone she was in the world, and just suffering a huge heartbreak at the hands of her first love,she threw herself into touring around the world. It was a hectic fast paced life, and she had missed out on a lot of milestones. One day she woke up and realized it’d been ten years since she’d seen her room in Hemlock Grove.

She got up and she called her manager and informed him she was returning home. She was taking a break. She committed to rehearsing dances for future events, while home, But mainly her focus was just relaxing. Attempting to carry on a normal existence that so many people take for granted. Going to the grocery store, reading a book under a tree, going for an afternoon swim, or taking a stroll through a park.

She currently was regretting not checking the weather before deciding to walk home by cutting through Hemlocks sprawling park. She probably should’ve paid attention to what time it was too, but she was having difficulty getting this certain routine down. Unlike her mother she had to work very hard to look so effortless. 

It was starting to rain, but she was over half way there. It was the fastest way home, and as she looked at her watch and saw it was close to midnight, she cursed herself for being so careless. A woman walking through A park late at night was not the smartest decision, add rain to the equation and it could very well end in disaster.

She had nearly forgotten how quickly rain could set upon you in her old hometown.It had started off light, but now was a downpour, Making it difficult to see, so all she could do was take shelter until the weather cleared up a bit. She walked towards a picnic table with a roof over it, Overlooking the small lake.

Then She saw him. Its not like he was hard to notice. He had always stood out, and intrigued her.

Anyone else who saw him would have avoided him, not only because the time and him being a single male, standing in the rain like a crazy person, but also because he had a terrible reputation. He was known for being harsh, cruel and unkind to all who crossed his path. He had a terrible temper, and no patience. At least that was what everyone told her, since she had returned.

But she didn’t remember him like that. She remembered a sweet Beautiful boy, With sad eyes and a shy smile. He was a heartbreaker tho. she had first-hand experience with that part of him. They’d been just kids then, when she made her silly confession at this very place, before her mother died and she had to go away.

They say you can spot your loved one in a crowd instantly. Did that mean that her childhood silly confession of love, for this troubled man wasn’t so silly? she never failed to spot him right away, no matter where they were.

It was quickly turning into a storm. She watched him, standing by himself, not caring if he got wet. Did he care? You could never tell with him.

He wasn't wearing a trench coat. What made him choose not to wear one? What made him come out into the rain this late?

He always worked. He worked everyday. Never once since she’d been back and seen him around, had she seen him smile. That's what happens when you run a company all by yourself she supposed. When you have no one to love you, or go home to.

He seemed different somehow. She couldn’t put her finger on it , but there was almost an other worldly quality to him. It was probably just his beauty, he was almost too beautiful. He often looked like he was straight out of a magazine, with his designer clothes and expensive suits. His perfect angular features, and impressive height.

She was a bit surprised though, that he was wearing a white suit. Everyone knows that White is the worst color to wear when it rained. He's Smarter than most people. So why did he choose to come out here, wearing white? The color you can see through?

She ran her eyes over his form, and couldn’t help but ask herself if he was always that buff. She never noticed. Death and heartbreak makes one not notice things that should be obvious.

Wynter took a deep breath, and started walking towards him, away from shelter. She didn't know what compelled her to do so. He was just so... alluring. Tall, dark, and handsome. And dangerous.

As Wynter got closer, she could tell he became aware of someone else's presence. Slowly, he turned around. He looked irritated at first, but as soon as he recognized it was her, his face morphed into one of longing. Like he wanted her. Just like she had always wanted him.

They stared at each other. She was pleased he wasn’t being mean to her, but had no idea what to say. It’d been so long. True to his reputation, he grew impatient and spoke first.

"Wynter. I never thought you’d speak to me again. Not after -"

Wynter didnt let him finish. Some things were better left unsaid. "Let's not remember the past. It brings too much pain. Dont you agree, Roman?" He looked her over like she was hiding something and then turned his attention back to the lake before speaking,

“Do you remember this spot, Wynter? It's the place I first kissed you.”

Wynter chuckled remembering his clumsy attempt shortly before her mother passed.

She’d always been sent here to stay with her Aunt while her mother toured the world. When school was out she travelled with her mother, or they’d return to their mansion not far from Romans on the off season. Olivia liked her mother, so she was allowed to play with Roman from time to time.

“You broke my heart on this spot too. Saying you couldn’t ever love me. How you never would love me". Wynter glared over at him, waiting on a response. She shivered. He was cold, no reaction or anything and as the time stretched on, she grew Furious at him. He really was just like everyone said. Cold and cruel. What was she doing here? Why was she out here in the middle of the night getting drenched in the rain with the one guy that always got to her. Why did she do this to herself? Was she a masochist? Suddenly she saw a flash of him kissing her right there, and she pushed it down, shivering again. He still had such an effect on her. Thinking Wynter was cold, Roman walked over to her and embraced her.

He remembered. He remembered everything that happened between them. How her face always lit up when she saw him. How she never listened to the other kids and refused to ditch him. How she’d gotten a black eye, fighting some girls that were saying disgusting yet totally true things they did with him and she had refused to believe it. How she was and still is the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. How he lied to her. How he hurt the one person willing to love him. All these years, he regretted that day.

The following day, her Mother had died and she had to fly to Europe to deal with everything with her aunt. He tried to reach her with no luck, and had a full blown panic attack over the whole thing. finally, he had been able to reach her aunt. What he wasn’t prepared for, was the tongue lashing he received, and the promise that she would do everything in her power to protect Wynter from him.

He honestly couldn’t blame her. He was a piece of shit and any parental figure should try to keep their daughters safe from him. He knew what he was. He was an asshole, but he was also very self aware.

Now looking at his lost little ballerina, he felt like a fool. He had all the money in the world, a huge corporation, a rotating selection of the most Beautiful woman in the world, and not once since she had left had he felt so happy and content as he did standing there in the rain by her side.

He loved her. He always did. He never stopped loving her.

Who would have thought they would meet again at the same spot they parted ways? He wasn't going to let this chance, this woman, slip by him again. Turning to her, he could see She was crying now. He wasn’t the best at consoling people, but he knew something that might work. The only thing he had wanted to do for years.

He slowly tilted her head up, looking into her eyes, as if asking for permission and He kissed her. Immediately, She kissed him back. Never had they thought this would happen again. It was so full of emotion, it was heartbreaking and overwhelming. Pure, desperate need. Longing.

They stayed there, making out in the rain for an unknown amount of time. Both too scared to give the other a chance to escape, or realize what they were doing, and remember that they shouldn’t.

“Wynter?” He whispered.

“Yes Roman?” She whispered back, pulling back a bit to see his eyes.

“Please don’t leave me again. I’m so sorry I hurt you. You’re the only woman, that I don’t deserve, but you’re also the only one I want.” He stated sincerely.

She couldn’t help but smirk at the arrogant bastard. She didn’t know that you could sound conceited, when you begged, until now. She was bursting with emotion. This was everything she ever wanted, but she knew better. Roman Godfrey was dangerous. Did she care so little for her own Self-preservation? Was he worth the risk?

Fuck yes he was.

She smiled a bright smile up at him and nodded. “Only if you give me a piggy back ride, all the way home.” Without even Flinching or hesitating, Roman agreed and smiled the first real smile, she had seen him have since they were kids.

She squealed with delight, and hopped on, knowing that they were going to both be ok.

[oh-theatre]

You Can't Force A Fairytale (Chapter 3)

Chapter title: Clouded

A/n:  Hi im back im so sorry tHAT ITS BEEN SO LONG BUT UHHH WHATS NEW!! I LOVE LOGICALITY!! THEYRE BAPEY!! ALSO REMUS AND PATTON FRIENDSHIP! ALSO YOURE GONNA SEE ALOT OF FROZEN INSPIRED WRITING CAUSE AAA ANYWAY SORRY IT SUCKS

also if this is confusing i understand, so please tell me and ill try and clear it out!

words: 31499

summary: The return of a certain dastardly twin sparks and ignition for adventure

pairings: Eventual logicality, eventual prinxiety, eventual demus, eventual remile (These might change but for now im love them)

warnings: bow and arrow, violence, injuries, magic, swearing, bruises, scars, blood, fighting

Ao3 Link  

“Roman?” Remus barely whispers, the prince wastes no time rushing into his brothers arms. A tight embrace between tearful brothers. 

“Youre...youre alive!” The prince cries, their father growls and the boys, as if routine, separate and stand stiff in position. They watch each other, silly eyes to communicate between siblings. The doors open once more as more people rush in, the twins turn bright smiles across their faces. 

“Remus!” Patton cries running through the carpeted hall, his cloak flying behind him. Remus laughs as his friend jumps into his arms, embracing quickly they pull away. “Are you alright?” Patton checks, his eyes move quickly as he examines his friend. Remus rolls his eyes grabbing Patton's hands. 

“I'm ok!” A goofy grin is his response. Patton huffs but resigns stepping back, Logan catches up a quick squeeze to the prince's shoulder. “Ah, Logan” Remus greets. 

“Enough of this, bring in the villains” Their father commands, Patton takes the three to the side as the door opens allowing guards to stroll in. They push forward three figures, each grunting disheveled as they finally fall in front of the king. Roman sucks in a sharp breath, one of the figures lands closest to him, his deep brood catching the prince's eyes. “Name yourself”

“Fuck off” The dark character speaks, Roman feels his face flush as the growl falls from his mouth. His purple hair falling in his eyes, the underbags quite prominent. Remus stifles a quick laugh, grasping to the hem of his battered outfit as his own eyes fall on the quiet adventurer with a small sparkle of yellow in his eyes. 

“To the dungeons!” Their father demands “Both of them” He shouts, the guards topple over themselves to do as he says. Quickly they move, dragging away a confused Dolion and an angry Virgil away. Roman and Remus find it in their will to try and move forward, feeling Patton take their arms. He shakes his head as a warning silently, they nod both seemingly worried however for these characters they'd barely known. 

“Father surely that's premature” Roman steps forward as the doors shut with a hefty bang. He turns to the children, a swish as his mighty swivel lays face on them. He glares with an anger the boys had only seen every so often. Remus puts a protective arm on his brother, planting his feet in the ground. “I-I apologize your majesty” Patton takes a look at them then back at the increasing number of royal figures including the King. He takes the twins' hands, quietly followed by Logan and leads them out of the room. Walking sullen they arrive at the stables, the princes making sure the doors are sealed.

“Wouldn't want Remy trying to find us” Patton jokes dryly, the air shifting uncomfortably around them. Remus sinks into a hay bale, caring nothing for his newly tailored outfit. Roman sits regal in one of the chairs as Logan makes himself a sweet spot on the clearing. Patton moves to the horses, Nork whines, desperate for a chance to race through the meadows. “I know bud, me too” Patton sympathizes, stroking his mane delicately.

“They didnt do anything wrong!” Remus cries, kicking the ground below him “Why should they be locked away?” He argues, Patton turns to him. “If anything we should be helping them” He stomps, his pout regressing his age. 

“Calm Remus” Logan advises, playing quietly with the straw at his feet. Remus growls, a glare shared between the pair, Roman hums gently trying to tune out his brother. Patton feels the room grow with anger, overwhelming his senses, he takes a shallow breath looking away from the group. Covering up a cough he regains himself. 

“Oh!” He brightens, a smile crosses his face. Remus looks up to him, his arms folded tight against his chest. “I almost forgot” He giggles, with a delighted swish and a glimmer of murky magic Patton holds out his arm. “Your morningstar” He offers, holding out the weapon to the prince. Remus takes it, a triumphant snicker, he spins falling back into a comfortable hold with it. 

“And so Remus finds himself motivated once more” He recites, instantly dropping his weapon, closer to Romans feet that either would have preferred.

“Careful!” Roman warns, jumping up as it clatters in front of him. Logan stands curious at the outburst, Pattons eyes widen, his hands tickling. “What was that?” Roman wonders

“I-i dont know! It's been happening ever since I...disappeared” Remus moans, feeling frustrated once more. Patton moves forward, removing his gloves, clipping them to his side. 

“May I?” He questions, holding up his hands, uncertain Remus nods. With the smallest flash of envy from Logan, Patton places his warm hands on Remus’s cheeks. The others watch, waiting for something. The room grows dim, colorful flickers dance around the room. The boys watch in awe, their eyes glinting enchanted. The trance so deep neither notice Patton's struggle to keep himself stable, the color quickly turning dark before a sudden bang. The prince flies back, hitting the stable doors. Logan and Roman rush to his aid, Remus coughs but joins them soon after.

“Are you alright?” Logan questions, trying to keep his tremble to a minimum. Pattons eyes dart to Remus, concern fill the bright blue. He struggles to stand with Logan as support.

“Remus?” He whispers ever so softly, the distraught prince shakes his apologetic head, scared sorrys are shared. “You have nothing to apologize for” He assures, a quick glance to his hands, biting his lower lip he places his gloves on once more. 

“What's wrong with him?” Roman spits, concern but anger flows from him. Determination above all else.

“Dark...dark magic” Patton confirms “Magic unknown to this land” He looks to Logan, one of their talks takes place 

“Are you sure?” Roman pushes, moving now to Remus, wishing to comfort his timid brother. He had never seen the prince so… un-enigmatic. It was as if someone ripped away everything that made the prince himself. 

“Lo and I know magic Ro, we can check again but this isn't just caliginous magic” He shakes his head, watching Remus “This is darker than that, rooted in a deeper evil than the old villains” Patton laments, knowing his tales only worsen Remus’s shame. “I need to see Emile” He decides

“You can't possibly be serious” Roman and Remus scoff united. “They put him in the dungeon with the two unknown’s” Roman reminds “After they found him with...them...they decided to hold him. And you can't go into the dungeons Pat!” Roman fears

“Can, have and will” Patton promises, wishing nothing more than to help his troubled friend. Before things simply worsened, and an evil unlike any other spread across the land. Roman groans, Logan remains quiet but his own mind runs with the same troublesome doubts.

“What if Remy catches you? Or the King gets words of what you've done?” Roman proposes. Patton knows his words are well meaning, but he knows this is something he must accomplish. Recognizing the expression that lay upon Patton's face his shoulders fall. “Fine, then I'm coming” The three of them purse their lips before uncontrollable laughs emerge. “I'm capable!” 

“Its not that, but with your father breathing down your neck at every second, we’d be caught instantly” Logan explains, his tone calm once more. Roman knows the truth in his sentiment, still feeling annoyed. 

“Surely that eliminates both you and Remus?” Roman notes “And Patton? I mean the King has his eyes on you at every moment” Logan and Patton share a look, nodding he steadies himself. “W-what was that?” Roman points between them. 

“I don't think we need to worry about me” Patton takes a deep breath, the stuffy stable air coursing through him. A dim flash, and Roman wonders what mushroom he might have consumed from the Beryl Forest as his eyes fall upon not one but two Pattons? “Ah!” He squeals excited, Logans eyes gaze in awe, the wheels turning furiously in his mind. “It worked!” Patton takes the prince's hand as they speak quickly in their delight. 

“I… hi?” Roman greets, Patton 2.0 smiles at him. Patton nods pleasantly.

“I must go before I miss my entrance but make sure everything goes smoothly” Patton prepares himself, tightening his coat “If he starts acting weird, remove him from the situation and just make up some excuse” Patton requests. Once the crew is ready they go their separate ways. Fearful goodbyes and wishes of luck to Patton before they return to the grand hall. 

“Are you as afraid as I am?” Roman whispers watching Patton 2.0 walk ahead of them

“Indubitably so” Logan replies, fidgeting at his palms. 

~~~

“Let me out!” Virgil screams, kicking once more at the frigid bars that keep him locked away in the dark. Dolion sits calmly in the corner, marking the soil with silly art. Virgil grunts turning to Dolion. “Aren't you upset?” He yells

“Of course I am” He hums “However, my mother always taught me to keep a levelhead. A clear mind so I can conjure up a solution” He explains, a sad feeling tugs at his stomach as he longs for his mother. Virgil slides his back against the rough rock, burying his head into arms, trying hard to stop the tears.

“I just want to go home” Virgil cries, Dolion watches him, his lips twist sadly. He goes to the boys side, soothingly rubbing circles on his back. Listening to the silent drops of water and the tears flowing down Virgil. A creak alerts the pair, shifting their silence into alertness. “Who's there!” Virgil tries, though more timid than he wished. 

“Easy!” A sweet voice replies, the boys stand looking through the darkness. A face appears, one Virgil remembered. The round glasses and the cheery grin set it off. “Patton” He introduces, reaching his hand through the bar. Virgil cocks his head but shakes it. 

“Virgil” He eyes, keeping himself steady. “This is Dolion” The boy waves at his name, but hides himself from sight. “Can you help us out?” Patton glances at the lock, hesitation crosses his shadowed face but he nods.

“Stand back” he advises, the boys find it best not to disobey. Patton takes a breath, removing his glove, squeezing his fingers deep. With yet another moment he holds out his hand carefully, focusing intently at the bars. Soon the room grows brighter, small pellets fly through the air, latching to the lock. The jail shakes but soon enough it cracks, blowing open. Gasps of excitement are heard from the boys. 

“That was..” Dolion marvels, quickly interrupted by Virgil.

“Awesome!” He exclaims, they push through the door. Patton smiles, facing away from them as he returns his gloves to their rightful place. “You're...awesome!” He nudges softly at Patton, a light blush as he nods. 

“Patton!” A voice from the darkness calls, the prince jerks his head a bright smile flashing his face. He races towards it, lighting up the path as he walks. The other two follow him, finding a whole area they hadn't known of. 

“Em!” Patton cries, hugging the bars as the magical man approaches. “Oh my! Are you ok?” He asks, examining through the prison. “Stand back” He cautions performing the same trick on the lock, quickly rejoicing into a hug. “I missed you” He whispers, Emile squeezes tighter.

“Hey love the uhhhh love but can we get out of here?” Virgil begs, Patton chuckles feeling an instant connection. Something about the way their paths would intertwine.  He turns to the boy taking his hand gently, Virgil finds this comforting, until a light gasp from Patton as his eyes blind him. 

“No!” Patton cries, collapsing in on himself. Quickly the ice shatters, crumbling to the ground around him. The cold circles him and fast, dancing around him, almost taunting him. His tears bellowed but heard by no one. The silence of the world set him uneasy, where was the fire, the passion that burned through the world. “No” He sobs silently, shuddered breaths. 

Every inch of him trembled as he mustered the strength to stand. The solid base he shook upon, cluttered with the remnants of his powers. He feared to look at his hands, the source of his chaos. The fresh breeze from atop the mountain suspended itself, frantic glances around him and his mind understands. 

Frozen

He numbed fast, the dark from the night he once deemed so beautiful and mystical now his prison. He would succumb, letting it take him. The stars that left him through life, comforting his every excitement were gone now. Their shine disappeared with his glint of love. The light that once sat ablaze in him now faded as the cold trapped it away. 

“He was right” He bites, he grabs the fabric from his satchel, furiously placing the gloves on his hands once more. He shakes away his sadness, knowing he must fix his mistakes. With one last look of defeat he begins his descent. Careful as he slides and races through the mountain. Finally running into the field, the grass stiff as moves through it. 

The palace finds itself in his view, the pit only grows in his stomach. Dreading what he might find he urges himself forward, feeling his hands grow antsy in their cages. Walking through the streets he finds himself glad at the time of day, knowing he doesn't have to walk by the frozen faces of his people. Reaching the steps of the palace was easy, but alas nothing of his journey was simple from this point forward.  The thoughts only push themselves to the front of his mind, taunting him with their whispers. He shakes it and strides through the chilling doors, everything felt so still. 

His eyes fell quickly on a familiar face, tightening his hands as they pushed into his palm. Roman stands triumphant with his sword drawn facing a less than worthy opponent. His face is determined though his odds may be low. Patton looks him over, taking his hand through tears. 

“Im so sorry Ro” He laments, finding his breath shaky he moves once more through the castle racing up the stairs. His fingers tracing the handrail, the ice freezing it from his fingertips. His powers grew out of control, breaking through their bounds. He winces but continues. The halls crowded with men and women fighting, everything a still life picture. His heart aches just a little as he brushes past a bloodied face of his befallen friend. Remus lay on his last straw, facing the man Patton loathed the most. Scared to look he races away, guilt consuming him. His tears only speed up as he makes his way to the treasure room. His breath ceases as the room opens up, the crown dead center and the doors to the balcony swung open in frozen action. But Patton can't see that now, his eyes stay planted on one thing, one person.

“Logan” He whispers, his throat unable to comprehend. The man stands final in his pose, his fiery eyes directed at the King as he holds tight to his breath. Bruised, beaten and ready to fall the sight hurt Patton more than anything he could describe. He takes Logans cheek, placing a tearful kiss on the princes lips. A moment of connected foreheads before Patton pulls away, his entire world collapses.

He did this

This was his fault

Patton falls to the hard rock of the dungeon below him, Emile dropping with him in safety. Virgil stumbles back, confused as to where his vision went. 

“Patton are you alright?” Emile questions, the prince ultimately nods rubbing his heads. They return to an upright position, Patton gathers himself with a breath. “We should get out of here” Emile advises

“Yes and soon” Patton agrees hearing the sound of incoming soldiers.

~~~

“A suitor!” Patton 2.0 exclaims, Logan has to admire the authenticity, although curious how it works. He hopes this isn't draining Patton too much, picking at his own robes in worry as he listens to the argument.

“You will not raise your voice at me!” The King bellows, slamming his hands on the table. “Prince Patton sit down immediately” He commands, Patton 2.0 shakes his head walking out of the room. Logan hesitates before following him. He follows the clone through the winding halls, taken aback as a group of people walk towards him. A quick flash of light and Patton 2.0 is gone and the prince stands in front of Logan. Accompanied by three others. 

“Patton youre alright” Logan identifies, a soft smile as the prince smiles back at him. A quick restrained hug and yet they keep their hands together. The three approach, one Logan knows. In Fact it would be a crime for him not to, everyone knows Emile. “Your sorcery” he nods in respect, Emile grins back. His interest takes over as he looks behind the godfather. 

“Lo?” Patton questions, Logan scans the figures recognizing them from earlier. “This is Virgil and Dolion” Patton introduces, pointing. “They're not from here” Logan scoffs, but delicately.

“Clearly” he notes, Patton bites his lower lip hiding his amusement “Their clothes, the way they present themselves, the clear disrespect for royal titles” he rants, a rare occasion but sometimes he would just go about it. Virgil and Dolion share a look, unsure whether they should be offended. 

“If it isn't the prisoners!” Roman cheers approaching the group, Virgil feels his face flush, rolls his eyes at the sentiment. Remus finds himself quiet as his own eyes fall on Dolion, the boys bright eyes observing the grand room around him. “Im prince Roman and you've already met my dear brother prince Remus” He greets, a gallant bow. 

“Dramatic much?” Virgil mocks, a raised eyebrow over his folded arms. Logan and Patton glance between the animostic pair. “So can we go home yet?” Virgil wonders, turning towards Patton, Logan tightens his grip. Feeling a sense of uneasy as everything falls onto his friend. 

“First we must exit the palace, it is unsafe here” Patton decides, an assuring smile to the group, feeling as though this journey would be long and hard, facing trials and obstacles to overcome together. Remus only confirms his notion.

“And so with an idea and mind, the group sets off on the most perilous journey of their lives. Ready to be faced with betrayal, lies, secrets, passion and more” He gasps, coughing once his muse is over. Roman takes his side, quickly tending over his brother. “Onwards!” He chokes out, doubling over. 

“Onwards” Logan agrees timidly, the words barely escaping his mouth. Patton watches all of them, biting back his secret, feeling a rising heat as he holds tight to Logan. Oh this was going to be an adventure. 

[kangals]

Hi! 🐕 I recently started following your blog - absolutely adore your collies - & will be looking into getting one when the time is right, in a couple of years. I only have experience with shelties, so I was wondering if you could give any tips when looking for a rough collie puppy? Any knowledge or experience you have is more than welcome, thank you! ❤️

tbh i think if you have experience with shelties you won’t run into too many surprises with a collie! they’re pretty similar insofar as their general temperament and quirks go.

breeder advice i’d say isn’t collie specific but in general: you want a breeder that health tests, that does something with their dogs (confo, herding, agility, therapy, etc) and has titles to go along with it. For collies thats most often a show Ch or similar title. look for a breeder that is a member of/in good standing with the collie club of america (or whatever country you’re in) and the collie health foundation. These are the recommend Collie health tests from OFA, with hip and elbow evaluation also being nice to have (dysplasia isnt a huge problem in the breed but can come up). Epilepsy and weak pasterns/legs can be a problem so ask for family histories. Any breeder worth their salt will have your puppy examined by a boarded ophthalmologist to check their eyes before they are adopted out, as eyes are a collie’s main problem area. You should be able to meet at least mom (and dad if he’s on-site but frequently he won’t be) so see how their temperaments are - poorly-bred collies can be nervy, neurotic, and sometimes snippy. You want a friendly, confident, gentle dog - aloofness or disinterest in strangers is normal, but shyness is concerning.

and then there’s the other generic breeder things like they should not let you blindly choose a puppy, there should be a contract with a minimum 2y health guarantee, they’ll take back the dog at any time, they allow and encourage visits, they don’t push a specific type of food or supplement, they’ll get the puppies started on vaccines and deworming, etc. i came across some real nutty breeders during my research - LOTS of them very paranoid about things like vaccines and antibiotics. it was weird.

but yeah, really as long as you know how to identify a reputable breeder i dont think you’ll have any problems with a collie! they seem very similar to the shelties i’ve met in terms of habits and personalities, maybe a bit more overall mellow, but if you’re set with the small barky fluffs you’ll be good with the big ones too lol. good luck with your search!

[even-in-winter]

10 for 10 for 10

Rules: Answer ten questions, come up with ten questions of your own, and tag ten people.

Thanks for the tag @kissedbydragonfire , but wow, this was not easy

Question time

1.   If your OTP couldn’t be together, what other canon characters would you want them to be with?

Ow, help. This is hard. Uhm.... okay i will try

My OTP now is Garcia Flynn and Lucy Preston. So, if they can't be together I would let Flynn have Lorena back in a second. He deserves a happy life with his family and baby girl.

Lucy however, i doubt a lot. Im tempted to say Wyatt, but I didn't like every version of him in the show. Sometimes he did things that made me doubt. So i dont know. I guess I would bring them together, but more the fanfic version of them if that makes sense.

My alternative would be Jess, both strong women, but @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels made me ship Jess with Amy, so that doesnt feel right either. (Read the roommate fic, they are amazing together! "Even when we're hopeless, at least we're not alone" is the name if i remember correctly)

I'm not even trying to ship her with Denise or Connor. Not for me. Nope.

So that kinda leaves Rufus and Jiya as alternative. I would never break up these cuties, so I'm going to put Lucy with them. Why? Because I can. Lucy would be in good hands with them.

2.   If you could change one thing about your favorite fictional character, who is it and what would you change?

Lucy. I would make her a bit more confident in herself. Make her see just how much worth she has. She can be such a strong woman, she just needs to see it for herself sometimes.

3.   Is there anything that you consider to be a lucky charm for you and/or brings you luck?

I have. My grandparents gave me a little silver necklace with a clover shaped pendant. They gave it to me when I was in high school to bring me luck on my exams. I do not believe in this bringing me luck, yet i wear it every time i have an exam or when something important comes up ( job interview etc.). My grandfather passed away last year and this makes me feel connected still. So, I do not believe it brings me luck, but I do feel like it calms me down and makes me more "mentally ready" for situations I could use a bit of luck in.

4.   If you could live in any historical era (excluding the modern one), what would it be?

I would say modern times. All my favorite people are here, plus i would probably die after 2 days in any other time in history. I know how to handle swords, but thats a about it. I'm good in starting fires, but not when you need them. So i would burn down any camp i make within a day. I'm also very clumsy and daring a a but of 'je m'en fous', which is a horrible combination which leads to injuries more often than not. So no, better let me stay

5.   Do you prefer blondes, brunettes or redheads?

Hmmmm... I think I'm going to go with brunettes, but followed very close by the blondes.

6.   If you could save one beloved character from an in canon death by “moving” them to another show, what character would it be and what show would you “move” them to?

GARCIA FLYNN. I would move him to any show that can gives him the life he deserves. Ideally i would let Lucy or Lorena and Iris join him in this show, but I doubt thats what the question was about. I can not pinpoint a show right now, so I will gently place him in a show of his likings 😉

7.   If you could go back and change one historical event, what would it be?

Honestly, i would probably be like timeless and change a lot. So its hard to just pick one...

8.   If you were casting actors for a movie and you could select anyone, who is in your dream cast?

Abigail Spencer, Goran Visnjic, Henry Cavill, Maura Tierney, Rebecca Ferguson, Tom Hiddleston, and soooo much more.

9.   Do you believe in ghosts? 👻

I do not. I never experienced anything that convinced me they could be real. I'm very sceptical about them. I like the idea that people I lost are still arround, but I dont really believe in it.

Also, i would totally make fun of people for eternity as a ghost. So maybe better if they don't exist haha🤷‍♀️

10. What’s the one thing you can’t live without while you’re stuck in quarantine?

WiFi. I have online classes, papers to write and for entertainment. I miss my friends and family so keeping contact and organizing groupwatches for movienight and chatting keep me sane.

Normally I would have said books, but it's been 2 weeks of complete lockdown now and I read 7 books already. I will run out of reading material soon and we have still several weeks to go😅

My Questions for you:

Yes they are weird. Yes I'm aware. Still, I'm bored and now very curious to see what your answers will be🤣🤣.

So, here we go 😎

1) There have been lots of crazy weapons made, such as the "Lantern shield" or " Spring loaded triple dagger" or "Gun shield" What is your favorite 'crazy' or weird weapon? (Doesn't need to be useful, the weirder the better)

2) You are an inventor. Yup. This is your life now. You invent things. Big things, small things, weird things, ... . What are your top 3 inventions?

3) What is the weirdest compliment you ever got?

4) IT'S YOUR LUCKY DAY! Your favorite genie Winter fulfills your wish! You can now yell/swear/be angry for 20 minutes at the person of your choice, without consequences because they will forget it all after you are done or when the 20 minutes are over. Who do you choose and why? If you feel comfortable to share it with your favorite genie, what would you say?

5) If you could "kidnap" one historical person to stay 1 week in 2020 before sending him/her back to their time. Who would you choose and why? (To motivate, make them see what they did for our modern times or to hang out with. The choice is yours. Everything is possible)

6) SURPRISE! Loki, the Norse god of Misschief, has taken a liking to you. You can now pull one prank on a person/organization/country/whatever you like of your choice and nobody will ever know it was you, or if you want they will know it was you but you will NEVER be punished for it. What would you do? 😎

7) Post a picture of the most "ugly"or "useless" animal below. Like the MOST UGLY HIDEOUS OR USELESS animal you can find. Give the animal a name of your liking (Fred, Jeff whatever you want. Be creative) and explain, while using that name, why this is the WORST animal. (Post the real name of the animal in the tags so people can google this lovely thing afterwards if they want)

8) My condolances, your great-great-twice removed aunt has just died. She left you something, something very special. It's a box. You slowly lift the lid to see "...". (fill in blank, explain if you like)

9) ITS YOUR FAVORITE GENIE WINTER AGAIN! This time, i have a little dillema for you. In order to get a wish of your choice, you need to push on this bell. This cool little bell 🛎. If you do, 20 people die. You don't know for sure if they are strangers or not. Could be anyone. You even dont know if their deaths are peaceful or horrible. You don't know. All you know is that your heartwish will be granted and 20 people die. Would you do it?

10) WOOPS! YOU DIED! or better, people believe you are dead, but you aren't. What will you do now? Will you enjoy your newfound freedom or will you return to your normal life?

I tag: @ununpredictableme @kissedbydragonfire @mathgirl24 @celtrose-ish @garciaflynnanimal @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels @magnificentcowboypeanutpaper @princessamerigocreations @....

Anyone who wants to play, consider yourself tagged. No pressure, and if you don't want to answer all you don't have too. I'm just very curious to see some answers haha.

[the-writing-dump-bin]

Burning For You

Request for a friend of mine <3

SFW Female Reader x Obi

The day started like many others. Waking up to the sound of an annoying alarm clock, shower, eat, then make your way to work at a small cafe. You liked the morning shifts over the evening ones; being free to relax with your hobbies at night.

The bell over the front door chimed, signifying a customer entering the cafe. Looking up, you saw one of your regular customers. He was tall and handsome, even if he wore a tired expression. But you couldn't blame him, he had a serious occupation.

Obi came in frequently after he first met you when he stumbled upon the cafe a couple months ago when he was in the area after dealing with an Infernal a few blocks over. Since then, he came by almost every morning you were working and ordered coffee for his company. But not without having at least one flirtatious conversation with you.

He was nice and obviously interested in you, but sometimes you thought he was kind of dorky. He had mentioned the two of you hanging out after your shifts a few times, but you had always politely declined. You weren't sure if you were ready to date anyone just yet, even if it was just a single dinner.

"You know, if you think about it," Obi spoke as he stood at the counter, waiting for the coffees he ordered. "We kind of have little dates over coffee every morning."

You rolled your eyes but smiled, pouring coffee into the to-go cups. "You're very persistent." It was kind of cute.

"And you're really good at playing 'hard to get'."

Okay, now a little pink dusted your cheeks. "Obi..." You warned, putting the lid on the last cup. "Have a nice day."

Obi grabbed the tray from your hands, brushing his fingers on yours deliberately. When you met his eyes, his mouth curved into a smile and winked at you. "I will for you."

Grinning, you hid your face and waved good bye. "Get out of here, you cheesy bastard."

---

The rest of the morning was pretty quiet at the 8th. The afternoon was looking to be about the same. Obi did push ups on the floor next to the desk in the middle of the room.

Hinawa sat in the chair, hunched over a bunch of paper work. He wasn't too concerned about his captain randomly working out beside him; he did this often. "Still no luck with that girl at the coffee shop?" He muttered.

"No." Obi grunted, finishing a set and sitting on his botttom, leaning against the desk. "Sometimes I think she's just playing with me; acting like I dont bother her. But I'm wondering if I should just back off." He thought of your blushed cheeks and cute smile. Maybe you were just too nice to tell him to leave you alone, but those expressions made him think that you did like him a little.

His thoughts were interupted by the sound of the alarm; an Infernal appeared.

Obi and Hinawa rushed to get their gear on while being informed about the whereabouts of the Infernal by Maki.

"Word is that someone turned while visiting a coffee shop just East of here. Most of the patrons have escaped but some of the workers are still inside, trapped by it and the burning building."

Obi froze; that was the location your cafe was in. "Let me see that!" He snatched the clipboard from Maki's hands. Yep. EXACTLY your location. He dropped the clipboard and rushed to the truck. "We have to go, now!"

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The flames were spreading quickly around you.

The other barista had collapsed from the shock and smoke inhalation just a few feet from you on the floor. Peeking over the counter, you saw the Infernal standing between you and the front door. You would have maybe dragged your co-worker out the back door if it wasn't already engulfed by flames.

It happened so fast. One moment, you were pouring tea, the next, you were trapped in a burning building by a flaming monster. This was it. This was how yours and your co-woker's life was going to end. The Infernal got closer...closer...closer...

A loud BOOM sounded; the windows shattering at the front of the shop. You held your co-woker close as you tried to protect her and yourself from the shards flying at you. When it was safe to look, you saw a blur rush to the Infernal and charge at it with a large raid shield, sending it flying towards the back of the cafe.

"Shinra!" The man yelled to the others behind him. That voice, yet growly, was very familiar. You couldn't see his face due to the large mask he was wearing. "You and Arthur get the Infernal; we'll get whoever is still trapped here! Hinawa, over here!"

Another man joined his side and followed him towards you and your co-worker. Sweat fell down your face from the intense heat from the flames surrounding you. The man with the glasses bent down and scooped up your unconscious friend from your grasp and rushed out of the building, cradling her in his arms.

"Don't be scared. I'm here to save you; you're going to be fine..." The masked man bent down on front of you and lifted up his mask, reveiling his face. "I won't let you be harmed anymore."

"Obi!" You didn't think, just lunged into him and let him pick you up. He lowered his mask down and held you close to his body, protecting you from the burnt, falling debris. With all his might, he pushed through and jumped through the broken windows.

You and your friend were safe from the danger inside.

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You looked at the charred shell of the cafe as you sat in the back of the ambulance, an oxygen mask over your face as you tried to breathe in cleaner air. Your co-worker was taken to hospital with a more serious condition after breathing in the smoke; she was mild asthmatic and it affected her more than you, but were told she would be okay with proper treatment.

"How are you feeling?"

Obi's voice pulled your stare from the building; he was leaning on the door of the ambulance. "Obi..."

"Are you okay?"

"I don't think so. That was a terrifying experience. I can't believe you do this for a living."

Obi folded his arms. "It is. But putting Infernals to rest is the main part of the job." He turned his head towards you, a very small grin curved on his mouth. "Also, I get to save pretty girls."

"Oh my god." You rolled your eyes with a smile, both of you laughing all the while. Once the laughter died down, you looked up at your savior. Without him, both you and your co-worker would have been dead. You had always felt a little attraction towards him, but after this, your adoration grew a lot stronger.

"I'm glad you're okay, physically, anyways." Obi pushed off the ambulance door. "See ya around." He made his way to the rest of his group.

"Obi! Wait!"

Obi stopped and looked behind him, seeing you rush to him. He was surprised when you wrapped your arms around him and squeezed. You were so thankful for him and glad he saved your life.

Looking up at him with red, tear stained eyes, you smiled. "I-If you still want to, we could get some dinner together." You nodded to the cafe. "I mean, I've got some free time now."

[prof-peach]

do you have any advice on bonding with an ivysaur? we were so closed when he was a bulbasaur but after he evolved it’s just not the same, it’s very difficult for me to take care of him since he’s always hiding and running away from the rest of my pokemon, i feel like he wanted to evolve but maybe he felt pressured and i don’t know how to fix this :( he’s flower is also a weird orangy color, it looks kinda pale? HELP PLEASE

From the sounds of things your pokemon did rush into this decision a little, and its more common than you’d think. You have to almost re-teach your pokemon its self worth. A difficult process with a lot of steps that take long periods of time. This process is not for the feint of heart.Whatever bond you shared with your pokemon before it evolved will have been scrapped in its head. Change can be had for some species to grasp, especially if you use to do a lot together that was physical. Cuddling and picking up a Bulbasaur is easy, but an Ivysaur? Less so. Its little changes like weight and height that can cause some pokemon to become very uncomfortable in their skin, and showing them that they are perfect as they are, is the first step in the right direction.I advise you go to their home, wherever you found them, or wherever they originated from (Your pokemon’s ID number will indicate this, alternatively your professor should know) Go without other pokemon. The interference of others will cause this to be a longer more difficult process for both you and your Ivysaur. You almost have to begin your journey as a trainer again, rekindle the bond between you both, and teach your friend to see their worth again.Some report that this is tough because of a language barrier, but honestly you just need to be observant, body language is clear as crystal once you start to see it.Taking them home to their roots will bring it home to your pokemon that they are not unusual, and that the changes they went through are entirely normal.  Interacting with its own kind is key for this, not too many at once of course but maybe one, then a couple more and so on, until they feel more comfortable. Bonding between Bulbasaur evolutions is done with head touches and vine games, our equivalent would be slapsies (with hands) or patta-cake. You could spend time online searching for people in the local area who also have Bulbasaur based species, and arrange meet-ups with them, if going to your pokemon’s home location is not possible.Whatever you do, don’t stress them out with other pokemon outside of its own species for now.  While they interact with others of their kind, stay back, let them hash things out, and talk in their own spacial way, there may be a moment where dominance is established and that will quickly fade as one prevails, or they may be peaceful and passive towards them.Once there interacting with their own kind it wont take long for them to feel a little more comfortable, and after a while you’ll notice they begin to stand closer to you, even just by a few steps. They will perhaps come to you for support when others of their kind show hostility, and the beginnings of joy may creep through a long while. This is not an easy process, i have been fostering many pokemon with this issue for many years now, and it is a type of personality disorder that comes with either evolution or trade, and by no means should you feel like you are to blame for this at all. Its proven to be an issue with the changes in their life and body.Start there and see how you go, encourage fun, keep them away from other species until you can openly interact with them without them running away, keep treats in your pocket, and try to big them up as much as you can, compliment them, show them both bulbasaur and Venasaur, you have to instil confidence in the pokemon you have, if you are brave, and feel good, they pick up on that, and will begin to follow suit. reassuring them that they are still your beloved team mate, despite the change is the only thing you can do until they begin to believe in themselves again.

If you get an opportunity to view any strong battles that a Venasaur is partaking in (sometimes leagues have lineups) it’d help your parter to see the potential he could have, and see that others like him are out there living their life well, and that they have the ability to do the same, be it 1st or 3rd evolution. 

I may just like to add that Ivysaur is the most anxious of the evolution line, they are at their most chemically imbalanced, and often have little personality changes at this point. They can even out if they choose to evolve again, but of course do not try to move ahead to fix this issue, this is clearly not a problem that can be fixed with a simple evolution.Whatever may have pushed your pokemon to evolve, you must confront it together in your own time, when they are ready to face it, though it will be a long while before it is comfortable for that.As a final note, you mentioned their flower being orange in colour, if this has always been the case since evolution then it could very well just be a variant of the species, and if he has no other seemingly obvious traits (tiredness, anger, low/high apetite ect) then it is harmless. All plant based pokemon have set genetics determining their pigments, the colours they end up being. As a rule of thumb, Anthocyanins produce blue, purple, red and pink colours, and then theres Carotenoids, that create the warmer colours like yellows, oranges, and richer red shades. Their colouring could be changed by temperature, sunlight, PH of the water and food they consume, and nutrient levels. A simple blood test will indicate whats going on with their pigments and levels, and i advise taking them to a pokecentre for a little test, so you know whats either missing or in place with your pokemons body. It could very well just be taht they dont have an average coloured flower, and is perfectly harmless, either way, its better to be safe than sorry.Its a long fix, could take months, could take years, but you must try, good luck with the first few steps and socialising, i hope to hear of improvement someday!