#i have a crush on you dumdum

[nickywhoisi]

Oh god, it’s been a million years on my tumblr. I have still been getting followers steadily, despite my abscense. I’ve gotta admit...it’s felt like I near abandoned it, and I also feel like the follower amount I have is undeserved.

An incalculable amount of things in life have happened. I only have a short amount of time to make this post, and it would be a night mare to read. It has assuredly been a nightmare to experience. I’ve had precious items lost that I’m still trying to reclaim, stinging traumas and upsets that have fallen on holidays when I was planning to have these times as any other would, to relax, countless amounts of chores and errands that I have had to shoulder by my lonesome once again, disquietingly bad interactions with people in any amount of authority, and only recently have I had the miniscule chances to be creative again. I am so glad that I got what I did saved somewhere beyond my now lost laptop...though I only wish I didn’t have to reforge so much of what I didn’t. Still, I’ll try my best.

It may be frowned upon to do a self-diagnosis, but I have just today truly learned about the topic of borderline personality disorder. The condition of feeling giant amounts of emotion at any kind of trigger you could think of, and the intense reactivity that comes with it. I think I may have been showing shades of this quite a few times in the past, and all collected within my gypsy diaries. Something highlighted about bpd that I resonated with far too quickly to ignore is the discomforting trait of having people tend to be overwhelmed by you to the point of losing relationships with people. I had thought that taking a really long time to step away from my poor blog and not have it be a venting station, and not do anything to upset the few healthy interactions I had with people, and give myself time to focus on improving my state of living and build up on my creative works would be the right thing to do. ...Well, I guess it was half good but half bad to do that? I have indeed felt like I can’t ever be wanted, far worse than just like nobody wants me. That there’s this great and terrible internal thing that keeps bursting out during times in which I desire to be more focused and level. Or that I come across truly toxic individuals whom bring out this internal reacitivity in me, but then it gives them a perfect excuse to gaslight me into villainy and they paint themselves as the victims of me. Like I’m the motherfucking big bad wolf. As if that’s realistic behaviour.

But far more important than anything I’ve described is the friendships or small moments of pleasant conversation I’ve had with people here, who also did everything they could to bring me out of the intense misery I was feeling. I’ve never felt more aware of myself now that I almost made them seem sour in my head because of this idea that “they still weren’t seeing the full picture, or reaching the full scope of what I truly need, or still not connecting fully with the sheer capacity of my heart.” But then...I apparently have bpd. Who can match it but me? I shall not say this to sound as if anyone’s supposed to, or dictate anything. I certainly would appreciate it if somebody came along who could, but that’s not my point. I am saying this to record my epiphany, that I was being accidentally unfair to my friends, even while I genuinely love them and appreciate what they’ve tried to do for me so much. I want to be able to grow a little more as the person I am, not to try and reach a state of being that I can never seem to hold on to, and then try to parade this perfected version of myself around to my own friends. I also want to be doing more too; being far more creative, not get overwhelmed by my own projects, not get pre-lethargic about who’s going to like it (though I really do worry about that and I do hope some of you out there will like me and what I do :< ), and then GET IT OUT THERE. Right? It’s high time I steer my focus the right way this time.

[totallynotcoffeeturtle]

Heart Eyes, On You

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Genshin masterlist || Scaramouche masterlist

Tags: pre-established relationship, fluff, Nahida cameo, gn!reader Summary: just two dumdums crushing on each other~

A/N: honestly i am so close to just crumbling right now. Have a nice rest of your week lul

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Nahida stares intently at Wanderer and his totally well concealed heart eyes directed at you on the opposite end of the Akademiya. She can’t help but wonder if he is even attempting to hide his very obvious crush on you by this point when even the new students know of his feelings for you. The archon sighs and pokes at his cheek, “Have you ever considered confessing?” 

Wanderer almost jumps up in surprise, much to Nahida’s amusement, before directing a not-so harsh glare at her. He doesn’t respond, but instead points at the additional work she just gave him judgingly. She coughs into her fist, “Maybe finally getting your crush can help you with concentrating.” Now it is the scholar’s turn to cough (read: choke on his spit) quietly, “None of your business. Go back to reading or something.” She shrugs before fading, presumably back to her chamber.

Wanderer huffs. What does the little brat even know about his feelings anyways? (Quite frankly, a lot.) His gaze shifts back to your busy figure, dashing from one end of the room to the other. Unknowingly, his gaze softens up more than he would ever admit whenever you are around. Wanderer forces himself to focus on the work instead of, well, you. Pen in hand, paper in the other, he is confident he himself is going insane. The scholar’s senses are actively working against him, running away to your side rather than staying on the numerous files on the table.

The sound of your steps is almost resounding inside his ears, your hushed chatter is like a spell designed to charm him away from responsibilities. Wanderer almost smashes his face into his palms. He curses out the gods above. Celestia is actively working against him by this godforsaken point! His mumbling only ceases when the sound of your steps get closer to him, eventually halting right at his side. 

All of the gloom gets blown right away at the quiet little way you shuffle on your heels as you try to find a way to start the conversation, and gets replaced by heat rising up his cheeks. The puppet looks up at you, indigo eyes only reflecting your shape. You take a deep breath, “Would you like to hang out some time later? You know, as thanks for the help the day before..!” He smiles softly before opening his mouth…

Part two..?

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Taglist: @amyminhminh @samyayaya

[saikokirakira]

Part 1 of 2: Pagtingin (Feelings) [Steve Harrington x Reader]

a/n: let's pretend this hasn't been sitting in my completed list since ferbruary. it was initially a 3-parter, but i decided the 3rd one to be part of the sequel. guess who's the dumdum who doesn't have a title for it? i'm using the Ben&Ben song I listened to while writing this chapter. it was either this or "baka sakali (Maybe, just in case)". it also annoyed me because "pagtingin" means "look; gaze" but in its context it means "(hidden) feelings," so it's neither wrong or right. language, ammarite?

summary: based on this blurb on a hanahaki au/flayed!reader

word count: 2.1k (brace yourself because the next chapter is almost 5 times long. yep. you heard me.)

warning: steve is an oblivious himbo; unrequited feelings / pining; minor violence; implied underage drinking (it's season 2, ykyk?); stranger things season 2 canon

You had a crush on Steve “The Hair” Harrington. Then again, who didn’t have a crush on King Steve?

Growing up with Steve, albeit shy of two years from the senior, had you following him around like a puppy. You watched him jump from one girl to the next before he surprisingly settled with Nancy Wheeler last year. “She’s different,” he had said before asking you for help on how to woo her.

Stop flirting with other girls around her. Actually listen to her and try to be interested in what she says. Get to know her instead of treating her like another girl. Surprisingly, he listened to your advice – everything you wished he would do for you – and got the girl.

Steve always got the girl.

However, something strange happened when Nancy’s best friend, Barbara, went missing, not much later since Will Byers as well. With your overprotective parents dropping a curfew on you, you barely hung out with Steve anymore. You knew nothing good will happen when you left him too long with Tommy and Carol, and you were right.

Much to your surprise again, Steve and Nancy lasted until his senior year. You couldn’t argue that being with her made Steve want to better himself. You even got to know Nancy for a bit, and for someone quite reserved, you actually liked her.

“Haven’t you ever considered dating?” she had asked you once.

You hummed for a bit, pondering on your answer. “Steve knows most of the nitty gritty on the guys on Hawkins High,” you explained. “He scares the bad ones away, and the ones that are decent are too intimidated with him being my friend since forever.”

“You never thought of dating Steve?”

You laughed lightly. You had a crush on Steve, but you didn’t like him enough to act out on it. “What an odd question from his own girlfriend,” you pointed out, and interestingly enough, it made her uncomfortable. You guessed a lot of Steve’s exes were also pretty intimidated by your friendship with Steve.

“Nope,” you lied smoothly. “Steve never asked me, and we never had the conversation on crossing that line in our friendship.” Still, the pinched look on Nancy’s face remained, and you began to wonder if it was more than just jealousy… or if she was hiding something else.

That inkling you had took form in Jonathan Byers half-carrying a wasted Nancy during a Halloween party. You asked around for Steve only to find out that he also ditched you. You aggressively poured yourself a glass of spiked punch before catching yourself, pouring the contents back in the bowl.

“Smart move.”

You didn’t need Steve to tell you that Billy Hargrove was bad news.

“Harrington ditched you, pretty girl?”

“What do you think?” you shot back. You walked out of the kitchen to find a house phone, only to find a couple making out right against it. “Seriously?”

Billy snickered right next to you.

“You’re still here,” you sighed in exasperation to show your annoyance. “Why?” You narrowed your eyes at the blonde.

“Oh, please, no need to be short with me, pretty girl,” Billy said, flashing you what he probably thought was his charming smile. “Harrington isn’t here for you to be his loyal lapdog.”

“What are you talking about?”

Billy stepped closer to you, and you were overwhelmed by the smell of beer and cigarettes from his person. “From what I saw earlier, Wheeler and Harrington seem to be over,” he whispered in your ear, “so you might actually have a chance this time.”

Rage quickly filled your veins, and you shoved his bare chest, pushing him away from you. Your reaction only amused Billy further. “You don’t know anything about me,” you spat out.

“As a matter of fact, I know everything just by looking at you,” Billy retorted, giving you a once-over. “I don’t often help out girls like you, but you’re just pitiful. Pathetic even.” He continued, “Guys like Steve don’t stay single for long. Takes one to know one, pretty girl. Best make your move soon.”

You hated how you knew Billy was right. Nancy clearly had feelings for Jonathan, and it wouldn’t be long before Steve would be looking for a rebound. Maybe if… maybe if he could see how you and him worked so well over the years, Steve might also see you as someone worth long-term. Even longer than Nancy.

For the next two days, you muddled over how you would tell Steve how you really feel. You settled for simplicity. Just give it to him honest and straightforward. With a motivated resolution, you drove to his house and caught Steve just in time as he was leaving his house.

“Oh, perfect timing,” Steve smiled, pulling his keys out. “Come with me. I need your help picking out something. I’m driving.”

Ten minutes later, you and the florist locked eyes, seeming to have an understanding with each other, while Steve fawned over the bouquet that you chose for Nancy.

There’s just something fucked up over choosing a bouquet you want for your crush to give as a reconciliation gift for his ex.

Mysteriously enough, Nancy wasn’t at her house, but Dustin Henderson, a friend of her younger brother’s, was. You observed how the boy dragged Steve over to the car, where you were waiting, and talked about “a baseball bat with nails.” Steve succumbed to Dustin’s demands and opened the trunk of his car.

“Why the hell do you have a baseball bat mace, Harrington?”

Dustin directed his attention to you. “Are you good with pets?” he asked randomly.

“I used to have a cat and a dog?”

“Perfect. You can come with us.”

For the next three hours, you and Steve followed the boy in his storm cellar, finding a tunnel dug by an animal too big to be a dog. Dustin explained to you about a monster he cared for as a baby, until it ate his cat. Now, he made plans that you and Steve would come back the next day to find it before it was fully grown.

By that point, you simply indulged Dustin and his games. It was all just bad unskippable side quests on your way to confess to Steve. … right?

When morning came, Steve picked you up, telling you that Dustin called him to buy meat to bait his rogue monster pet. Again, you indulged them and came along. If Steve was losing his sanity over his breakup, so were you by still trying to confess in these conditions.

“Why are you still friends with me?” Steve asked all of a sudden, his eyes were focused on the road to the way to Dustin’s house. “I’m no longer popular. My girlfriend broke up with me. I’m currently hanging out with my ex’s brother’s friend finding a cat-eating monster.”

Tell him. It’s the right time. But what if it’s not? Of course, it is. What if he’ll think I’m only taking advantage of his situation? What if he’ll think I’m only friends with him for that reason?

“Don’t be full of yourself, Steve,” you snorted, picking at your chipped nail polish. “I’ve known you since you were a loser. It isn’t so different now.”

“You’re such an ass.”

Your heart mellowed at the sight of Steve’s soft smile. Maybe I don’t have to tell him. These quiet genuine moments didn’t have to change. You loved it as it was.

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“You kept something you knew was probably dangerous in order to impress a girl who... who you just met?”

“You have to admit, Steve, that’s pretty metal,” you commented, bumping Steve’s shoulder.

“What does that even mean?” Steve asked while still tossing pieces of chopped meat along the abandoned train tracks.

“It means it’s an awesome gesture,” you said, patting Dustin on the back. The boy smiled at you, preening from your support. From the past hour, you held a soft spot for Dustin who lacked in confidence but still put himself out there for a crush.

He’s younger but definitely had more guts than you.

“I just feel like you’re trying too hard,” Steve admitted.

“Hey,” you elbowed your friend in the side in warning.

“Well, not everyone can have your perfect hair, all right?” Dustin said quite glumly.

“The key with girls is just…” Steve trailed off, while you cut in, “Oh, I’d love to hear this.” He continued, “… just acting like you don’t care.”

And you burst laughing. You laughed for a good minute with tears leaking from the corner of your eyes. “Oh, for goodness’ sakes,” you said, “stop giving the boy bad relationship advice, Steven.”

“Are you telling me you never chased after a boy who didn’t show that much interest?” Steve asked, but just as he shot the question, he immediately followed with, “Don’t tell me. I don’t want to know.”

“I wanna know,” Dustin piped in.

“Just one boy,” you whispered in the boy’s ear but still loud enough for Steve to hear. “It doesn’t matter because he doesn’t like me that way.” Before anyone could catch your hidden meaning, you added, “Besides, I only go for guys who genuinely adore me.”

“As they should!” Steve exclaimed, pointing a finger at you. “Remember what I told you: Never take less than what you deserve.”

“As I was saying,” you emphasized, pointedly looking at Steve for interrupting, then crouching to meet Dustin’s eyes, “just be true with your feelings and yourself, and the right girl will come around for you.”

“I mean, that works too,” Steve mumbled. “Some girls are just special.”

“Like Nancy?”

… and that was your cue to walk ahead of them. You should’ve known that a wholesome moment wouldn’t last. Unfortunately, it would only go downhill from there.

In the next few hours, you were being chased by reptilian dogs, rendezvoused with Chief Hopper and the Byers, and met a punk kid who had mind powers. If you weren’t constantly fighting to stay alive, you would’ve demanded context from Steve. And now, you were in a tunnel under a pumpkin patch farm that led to an evil alternate dimension.

Some side quest for romance.

Steve led the group while with you last in case something snuck from behind. You were all careful not to breathe too hard, and you made sure to avoid touching anything on the walls, keeping eye on the kids as well. Doing so proved more difficult the further you went down the tunnel looking for what Mike called “the hub.” The vines and plant bulbs for some reason looked aware of your presence in the tunnels. In fact…

“Dustin, watch out!”

You shoved him to the side only to be sprayed with spores from the flower bulbs. Coughs and wheezes broke uncontrollably from your mouth as you tried to expel what seeped through your kerchief mask. You just hoped that you managed to get most out when you did.

After the little mishap with the flower, your group – much more carefully this time – finally succeeded in setting fire to the tunnels. You ignored the burning in your lungs when it did, especially when you ran back for Mike who got caught by one of the vines as its last resort. Running on instinct, you snatched Steve’s bat and rushed over to the boy.

“Grab him!” you barked at anyone. You stomped the offending vine with the heel of your boot and swung over and over. You screamed and cried out, not knowing whether it was out of aggression or from the burning in your lungs, until Mike was freed and the rest of the vines retreated back to God knows where.

Steve stared at you in awe and slowly approached you, retrieving back his bat but keeping his other hand locked with yours. “That was awesome,” he chuckled, squeezing your entwined fingers.

Unfortunately, the moment didn’t last because a pack of demodogs came barrelling down the tunnels in pursuit of us. Interestingly enough, one of them still managed to listen to Dustin – D’Art. So, he was real... Their reunion and goodbye were enough time to escape to the opening of the tunnel.

Steve climbed out into the farm first, and you began hoisting them up, saving yourself last. You barely managed to get Dustin out, who was putting up a fight to see D’Art until his last moments. Then the strangest thing happened…

The demodogs just stared at you.

It remained that way until they dropped dead, signalling the gate finally being shut.

You were frozen and was only pulled out of your stupor when Steve hoisted you out himself.

The way those monsters clicked and growled at you felt familiar. As if they knew you. Yet you didn’t have to worry about it anymore.

It was over.

[spicyraeman]

A wizard never answers too late, nor does he too early, he answers precisely when he means to.

Also if I wanted a quick answer I would directly message, I like just throwing a bottle to the sea and wait to see what happens. I'm autistic, it makes it easier to me to prepare myself for an answer, and being in Anon helps me not feeling perceived ✌️

Why didn't I think of that for Wyll? Am I a dumdum? I was hesistating between switching them up, Astarion would be the most hilariously chaotic community manager. (Let me see what you have? - A cute pic. -NO! https://youtube.com/shorts/Szhrn-nQe5E?si=zTmdjt1I2ZRxr2aJ) But I still get more manager vibe, I can't explain why.

Minsc is a technician. Boo is the cable manager. Jaheira has to ensure they all survive through the day without starting a fire or crushing their foot. I kinda imagine her driving the tour bus too, with the foulest mouth ever, road raging against the world.

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Damn straight! Glad I didn't get scared of out keepin anon on or else I would have missed out on all these fun interactions

I love finding direct parallels to canon in AUs so the Wyll one was a no brainer for me. I know a lot of people don't really do that tho so I don't blame anyone for not making that connection

And community manager Astarion would def be a fuckin riot, but I agree he fits the manager vibes better. I'm thinkin maybe Wyll and him become unofficial co-community managers after they realize all the girls are... kinda inept at anything social media related. Like the highest charisma we've got in that trio is Karlach (10) and there isn't a chance in hell shes keeping up with all that shit

Tech Minsc is canon and you've never seen better cable managment thanks to Boo. I can't lie tho the thought of bus driver Jaheira actually got a laugh outta me, its just tooo good, can totally see her swearing up a storm both at the assholes on the road and the assholes on the damn bus

[lurkingteapot]

I will not reach you. 君には届かない。Ep 5

Yes I'd resolved to refer to it as "Won't get through to you" from now on but unforch I don't think folks will know what I'm talking about.

Dailymotion user BetterBL came through with the raws, so here we go!

oh, perspective switch!

I wouldn't have believed it either if I were the teacher

Ahaha Hosaka, you GREMLIN. I'd assume you're trying to provoke them but I don't think that's it.

Oh god, Kakeru really did lick his lips there, didn't he.

adsfadf EVERYONE's noticing, this is incredible

Kakeru you're such a dumdum. takeyabu, chikurin, oh god how do I translate that.

oh god these two

is Kakeru's hair darker this ep than it was?

Oh Kakeru, you know that Hosaka got on Yamato's case for yanking you around?

Oh, now they're fighting

Oh Fujino, read the room

these two are so cute and Kakeru is clearly SUPER not feeling it

oh noooo

oh god these two DISASTER BOYS

but also can I just say I hate meddling friends? I HATE THEM. I also used to have this one friend group that kept trying to set me up with random people and I hated it.

god Kakeru you keep telling this girl who's CLEARLY crushing on you about your best friend

Hosaka and Amamiya … Hosaka's trying to be diplomatic so hard.

Yamato's so cute like this, wow. Also that's (part of) Togetsukyo in the background already, they're sitting on the South bank of Katsuragawa near the Monkey park! which makes ZERO sense the way the rest of the sightseeing thing was framed, he'll have to cross the bridge to get to the bamboo grove in the first place.

god the comphet

I kinda like that they're … we've established that the're not friends with Yamato yet, really, but they're clearly willing to be

Wow okay, Hosaka's had it with diplomacy. He really doesn't hold back when things need saying, huh. Who hurt you, Hosaka??

I feel kinda bad for Akane, ngl. Also I cannot figure out where they are and it's driving me nuts – I'd assume Gion, maybe Ninenzaka? but I cannot tell.

Dramatic hair pin drop!

oh, that's the one she bought at the shop that day, huh.

aaah I MISS Arashiyama, goddamn

the sound here is not capturing the eerie noises swaying bamboo makes and that's a bit of a waste imo

I'm not sure that's the side Yamato would be turning onto the bridge from, coming from the grove? I think he'd be on the right side of the road … ah well, peanuts, this works

I miss Arashiyama T_T I have a picture of myself standing maybe 5-10 metres closer to the end of the bridge from where Yamato is standing when Kakeru runs up to him here, and it's one of my favourites to this day.

Oh Kakeru

KISS!!! in broad daylight and surrounded by tourists! (who are not in the shot, I know, but STILL) (also I'm very confused because if they're still on the side of the river they just were on, that's the rising sun, but … okay okay shutting up)

ah, here it is again, one of my least favourite harmless tropes, but I can deal

oh no, sudden unconsciousness is never good.

Going by the preview, next week's episode looks like a RIDE, let's hope they stick the landing.

I had an incredible sense of nostalgia this episode, stronger still than for last week's. Well done, show.

[manipulatorkaleidoscope]

Omega Strikers Incorrect Quotes (Part 4)

now feat. Kazan and Y/N

The Squad is at Home Depot Atlas: Fell in the cacti display while wandering around the garden section Finii: Shitting in the display toilets Luna: Tokyo Drifting one of those flatbed carts down the aisles X: Stealing paint chips for aesthetic purposes Y/n: Just wanted some goddamn lightbulbs and everyone ruined it Era: In the car sleeping

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X: I'm going to get myself some soup. Kai: Be careful not to burn yourself, it's hot. X: Pfft, I won't burn myself. 30 seconds later X, entering the room: I burned myself.

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Finii: Arson? Oh, you mean "crime brûlée".

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Dubu : Dubu! (Christmas is cancelled.) Estelle: You can't cancel a holiday. Dubu: DUBU! (Keep it up, Estelle, and you'll lose New Year's too.) Estelle: What does that mean? Dubu : …Dubu. (Juliette, take New Year's away from Estelle.)

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While in a chatting app Rasmus : Hey, if you type in your password, it'll show in stars. Rasmus : ***** see! Dubu: hunter2 Dubu: Doesn't look like stars to me. Rasmus : Dubu: ******* Rasmus : That's what I see. Dubu: Oh, really? Rasmus : Absolutely. Dubu: You can go hunter2 my hunter2-ing hunter2. Dubu: Haha, does that look funny to you? Rasmus : Lol, yes. See when YOU type hunter2, it shows it to us as ******* Dubu: That's cool. I didn't know this site did that. Rasmus : Yup. No matter how many times you type hunter2, it will show to us as ******* Dubu: Awesome. Dubu: Wait, how do you know my password? Rasmus : Er, I just copy pasted YOUR *'s and it appears to YOU as hunter2 cause it's your password. Dubu: Oh, ok.

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Rasmus , dramatically: They called me a fool. AiMi, sick of Rasmus 's shit: They weren’t wrong.

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Era: slams down an absolute doorstopper of a tome I checked this out weeks ago for a bit of light reading. X: This is light?!

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Cop: What are your names? Kazan: Don't tell them, Vyce. Cop, writing: Vyce… Kazan: Crap. Vyce: Nice going, Kazan. Cop: Vyce: Uh oh.

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Zentaro: I've got a weapon, and I'm… admittedly VERY afraid to use it!

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Asher, about Kazan: he’s covered in blood again. Why is it he is always covered in blood? Rasmus : Well, it looks like it's his own blood this time.

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Y/n: I'm a nice person, but I'm about to start throwing rocks at people.

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Asher: standing at the top of the stairs What are y'all doing at the bottom of the staircase? Kazan : I accidentally fell down. Octavia: VYCE PUSHED ME down the stairs because I refuse to pay HER part of our rent! Finii: Kazan bet me fifty bucks that I couldn't reach the bottom of the stairs faster than he did falling down it, so I slide down the banister to get my money. Rune: I don't know how I got here. One moment, I was sleeping in my bed, three floors up, and then suddenly I was waking up here, just in time to get crushed by Finii.

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Rasmus, in the hospital: Will you visit me when I get out? Kazan : Lol nah, I hate graveyards.

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Y/n: Luna, you're testifying in an aggravated assault case tomorrow, and the D.A. is worried about how you'll present yourself on the stand. Luna: Why? I'm fine on the stand! flashback to Testimony #1 Luna: Look, I'll make this real simple so even these dumdums can understand. Luna, to the jury: MAN DID CRIME. flashback to Testimony #2 Luna: I'm sorry, could you make her stop doing that weird thing with her face? Defense Attorney, next to the crying defendant: …Crying? flashback to Testimony #3 Luna: And when this is over, I'm gonna find you and I'm gonna break those little fingers. Judge: Could the witness please stop threatening the stenographer?

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Estelle : Do you have a bobby pin? X: Yeah. searches in their hair X: Oh, no, wait. I’m not a nine-year-old girl.

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Octavia: For most of human history, vehicles had automatic collision avoidance and could even take you home if you were asleep or drunk. But then we got rid of the horse. Atlas: You complete moron. You stupid fucking idiot. "Cars would be better if they could bite and shit" – that was you just now, dumbass. Atlas: "Wouldn't it be cool if cars could piss? Wouldn't it be cool if cars could fuck?" Fuck off. Vyce: It would be cool if cars could fuck. Y/n: We… We still have horses.

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Kai: trying to buy a Father's Day card at Hallmark Kai: Excuse me, do you have any that just say "You are my dad?" Associate: Well, I- Kai: How about "You banged my mom?" Associate: No… Kai: You know what, I'll just get a blank one. Kai: writes You are a father. This is a day. Here is a card.

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Vyce: I have locked Octavia in a cage designed by her own art. Oh, she have been well and truly hoist by her own petard. Atlas: Could you put it another way? I didn’t understand a word of that. Vyce: I’m blackmailing her. Atlas: Oh, happy days.

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Obscura to Rune’s friend: The shadow realm? No, I’m sending you to Ohio!

[ladyfly]

Tennessee Whiskey PT5

  Warning! Smut! Eclipse jerks off and licks a wall clean. Talk about breeding.

Eclipse once again found himself feeling light as a feather as he entered the farmhouse. His date with you could not have gone any better. You kissed him! On the lips! You did that! He was just going to kiss you on the cheek again but you pulled him into that kiss.

He didn't think you would want to do that yet. You are just full of surprises. Sun and Moon are sitting on the couch playing Left 4 Dead 2. Moon has a black tank top and dark green shorts. Sun has sweat pants and a brown shirt on. The two pause and turn as Eclipse enters.

Moon grins "So how was yer night?"

Eclipse lets out a dreamy sigh "Wonderful. Ah won em a prize!"

Sun nods "Yeah? What else?"

Eclipse leans on the couch "Ate some food together. Browsed some stalls."

Moon slaps a hand over his mouth before stating "An' what else?"

Eclipse looks between the two "Now what are you two gettin' at?"

Sun stifles a laugh "Did-did ja loose somthin'?"

Eclipse tilts "Loose somthin'? Ah don't think so?"

Moon rubs the top of his head "Hm... Ya seem ta be missin' somethin' ta me."

Eclipse slowly raises an arm and touches the top of his head "I don- What!? My hat!"

Sun snickers "So wadya do ta loose yer hat?"

Moon casually looks around the room before his eyes return to Eclipse "Was it.... somethin.... naughty?"

Eclipse lets out a little steam "Naughty?"

Sun nods "Yeah! Ya know!" Sun drops his voice a few octaves "Breedin'. Makin' em yours."

Eclipse swallows "Breedin'? No w-we didn't d-do anythin' like that!"

Moon raises a brow "Then what happened?"

Eclipse reaches up to hide in his hat, but it's not there "They kissed me."

Sun leans back "Kissed you?"

Eclipse nods "They took me by the elbows, pulled me to them, an' kissed me. On the lips." He looks at the ceiling and sighs "My ... My rays spun an' knocked my hat off. It's uh...-" His phone rang "Hello? .... Darlin'! ... The lawn? ... Well thank you darlin'. When can Ah get it... Ah can't? What? ... Yours now? .... Cost? ... Darlin'! .... Alright... g'night."

Moon tilts his head "Well?"

Eclipse huffs crossing his arms in indignation "They found my hat. They're keepin' it! Ah can't get it back unless Ah pay em! Can you believe that!?"

Sun bursts out laughing "Ya do realize they want you ta pay in kisses or somethin'?!"

Eclipse drops his arms to his side as his face goes blank "What?"

Moon joins in Sun's laughter "They want to spend more time with ya dumdum! Ah swear you are dumb as a stump sometimes. They clearly like ya! Ah bet they are puttin' that thing in bed with em ta smell you while they sleep."

Eclipse looks at Moon hopefully "Ya think? They really want kisses? An sleepin' with my hat?"

Sun shrugs "Makes sense ta me. An' who knows... They may want more."

Eclipse lets out a huge puff of steam from under his collar "More?"

Moon nods and replies in a sultry tone "Breedin'."

Eclipse squeaks and rushes upstairs "Y'all are makin' me overheat!"

Laughter from Sun and Moon follows Eclipse up stairs and into his room. He strips himself of all his clothes as he makes his way to the bathroom. Eclipse turns the shower on cold as it will go and hops in. His cock springing to life.

He knows if he doesn't do anything about this problem it won/t let him sleep. He hasn't even touched it yet and it's leaking. He takes the thick heavy eggplant purple cock in two of his hands. The other one grip his balls, and the last hold him up. He fondles his balls in his palm a strangled moan escapes him.

His hands work in tandem to rub up and down his shaft. It twitches and writhes in his hands. What would your mouth feel like? Hot, warm, and wanting. How much of him could you take? His hips thrust into his hands. He grips himself as tightly as he can before loosening his grip. Pulsing his hands.

He holds his balls in an almost crushing grip rolling each ball around in his hands. They tighten in his palms as he reaches his peak.

His thumb rolls over his tip "That's it darlin'! Suck me dry! Take it! Take it! Tak-"

His vocorder glitches out as he cums. Painting the shower wall in front of him in burnt umber cum. He doesn't stop though. Hips slamming into his hands. Overstimulation fading into pleasure again. The hand on his balls trail to his ass and grip it tightly.

His mind tells him it's you doing that. Pulling him closer to you. He can feel his balls getting tight again. Cock twitching wildly in his hands. He cums again on the wall. Forcing down the moan. As he comes down from his high he crouches down.

His tongue slips out and he begins to lick his own cum off of the wall "Darlin' ya taste so good. Mmmm!"

He lets out a whine as he continues to clean the wall. Eclipse stands back up and rinses himself off. A big fluffy black towel to dry himself off. He slips on a pair of boxers. A pillow is pulled close to him. It's lightly scented with Old Spice body wash. Sleep comes quickly. He dreams about you.

[pridewon]

@pontevoix​​​ said:   ✿ i'm a new mutual and didn't think this through sdiufhgsfd okay maybe we can do one for lev and kuroo or something w suga sdiuhfg i mean i always want new dynamics w you but also am not spamming you with this sihdfg (pre-established relationships) (acc.)

you nerd bvjdvbf and you fool, you say “or” but i say “and” so let me spam you with whatever this will end up being jdbhv

KUROO && LEV

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other .

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other .

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other .

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other .

cha’s notes: alright so these dumdums already have somewhat of a canon relationship, so this is just me building off of it, but i’ve always had a fondness for what looks like a very siblings-like relationship between them? kuroo and lev give me major older brother/younger brother vibes more than “just” senpai/kouhai - mostly because with lev, kuroo constantly alternates between volleyball advice that extends a bit beyond just volleyball (the whole team spirit spiel before the nohebi game), and banter that i would expect from an older sibling knowing he’ll get a reaction from the naive and gullible younger one dvbfjh. also lev is the nekoma first year we see him spend the most time with (at the expense of personal practice, ie the tokyo training camp) and really go out of his way to help, and he does say on occasions that he “doesn’t dislike” lev’s more... simple-minded sides bfhvb which i translate to actually being quite fond of lev’s eagerness and energy. the way he just goes along with it patiently (as opposed to yaku’s short fuse for instance - and who rightfully accuses kuroo of going easy on lev) just screams “yes i’ve adopted him or he’s adopted me idk and that’s fine”. i think kuroo genuinely tries to look out for lev out of affection rather than captain duty, that lev mellows him out a little bit, and that this would extend past highschool - texting him whenever he sees his latest modelling campaign, going out for drinks to catch up when they’re both in tokyo, offering a friendly ear if lev is ever in a pinch as he navigates the world of fashion etc. (bonus: kuroo’s pranks extending way beyond what his wildest imagination would ever have pictured hfvbhf).

SUGA && YAMAGUCHI

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  / [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  / [ my muse ] is the good influence /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other .

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ] /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other .

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  / [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other .

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  / dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other .

cha’s notes: okay i’m going to try and make this less of a behemoth of text but bvfvb i believe i have already mentioned how near and dear to my heart the suga/yamaguchi bench warmers duo is as the resident hype men of the team jdfvbh but more specifically, i want to propose/hypothesize that suga was instrumental in yamaguchi progressively accepting his role on the team and moving from the “i’m the only 1st year who’s not on the court” mentality to the “substitutes are players just like the starters”, and carving himself his own role as serve specialist. i don’t know how your suga feels about having been “replaced” as starting setter but i’m thinking of their little interactions during games that look to me like they’re building their own little B-team circle and circumstancial friendship where maybe if they hadn’t both been benched they may not have talked or bonded as much. yamaguchi clearly has some bitterness about being a bench warmer at the beginning of the series and goes through his whole painful growth arc and i think suga’s more mature (??) attitude towards a similar-ish predicament may have... helped more than, say, daichi’s encouragements. SOMETHING SOMETHING the B-team is cooler than the A-team and they’re the aces up the team’s sleeves and little threats disguised as innocent boys and i think they could have their own secrets and private jokes out of spite and (mostly) sheer mischief.

SUGA && KONOHA

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  / [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  / [ my muse ] is the good influence /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other .

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ] /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other .

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  / [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other .

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  / dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other .

cha’s notes: okay i know it makes zero sense at first glance but hear me out. they are both someone’s brother. your koushi has put on a performative role of class clown to help his younger brother with his hyperactivity and anxiety. my konoha has put on a performative role as a little adult to help his older brother with his responsibilities and anxieties. on their respective teams, they are both somewhat of an underappreciated staple of stability that people tend to underestimate due to the presence of stronger players/personalities. i have no idea where i’m going with this i just think there might be something neat to do here with the ideas of performance, masking, maybe even in particular after they graduate and start leaving the family cocoon?? unexpected highschool camaraderie turning unexpected friendship after graduationi dunno i’m throwing spaghetti at the wall there but fvbdjfhvb i wanted to offer an unexpected pairing B) also i’m too lazy to write up more but the semi-obvious option i glossed over but would be delighted to talk about as well was kuroo & suga, all because of this and this vbjfhvb.

[lovinggreeniehours]

For any of your oc f/o's!!

❤️ how did they meet? was it love at first sight, immediate enemies, or something in between?

💛 what are their favorite activities to do together? or what do they usually do when they spend time together?

🩵 do they both act different once they realize they’re falling for the other? maybe stuttering or fidgeting or daydreaming more often?

@g8dess

OH YAY 👁 im going to do different f/os for each question (they're all part of the same story) because. lord knows i needed to flesh them out hdsgkgdsgjj thank you for sending this one in :D i keep forgetting to work on dating sim parody hfsgjhddh

❤️ how did they meet? was it love at first sight, immediate enemies, or something in between?

about saffron: their first meeting was unexpected? i suppose? like the other characters, they all go to the same university. it's just that saffron arrived in town a few days after the school year started, so he didn't know the directions around campus. he was running late, and ended up bumping into anya/mc. he's a cheery, social guy so after acquiring the directions, he promised to find them again some time. anya was doubtful, considering the sheer size of the student body, but they did eventually see each other again while looking for dorms to bunk in so 🥳 a win!

💛 what are their favorite activities to do together? or what do they usually do when they spend time together?

about wendel: typically, wendel and anya spend time at the library 🤔 even after they got together. as of the moment i don't think they share any classes, so it's really the only place they can meet, since they're both dumdums who won't admit they're friends 😭 so yeah. they have a private book discussion club ft themselves and only themselves (later on, they'll include the rest of the poly :')) where they talk about books and trash each other and drink coffee until they have to leave

🩵 do they both act different once they realize they’re falling for the other? maybe stuttering or fidgeting or daydreaming more often?

about tarrant: i think tarrant was lowkey interested from the beginning. he's very chill with his feelings in general, but didn't really act on them because he thought his friend was interested in anya first. i think they do the "fell first x fell harder" bit pretty well, since anya only really started Feeling things when they first hung out at the arcade and had the heart to heart. that was a big turning point in their relationship (and for the entire plot in general) methinks, since it's where anya is beginning to have second thoughts about the relationships they're forming with the 7 of them

for tarrant, his feelings got a bit stronger, and yeah, he's definitely the type to zone out and smile absentmindedly thinking about his crush hfshjgsdgjj nothing too big, of course. just subtle changes. for anya, due to their circumstances, i think they look more like walking anxiety 😭

[superconductivebean]

#640: another wright hc post

saw yet another post with quite a list of questions!^^ some i answered before brainrot leeway i thought. need a break i said. here we go again! tagging the mc hc enjoyer @boxdstars

have they / would they dye their hair?

Wright enjoys bright colours but would rather fancy herself a new dress than to do anything with hair dyes. Maintaining the colour. not to mention anything about applying it, sounds off-putting to her; don't forget, she is an experienced muggle-way-of-doing-things doer. Something like this will fret her for a moment or two because she'd meticulously remember how-to and will resort to reading on the topic.

Until somebody tells her she's a dumdum, there is a spell for that.

do they maintain eye contact when talking?

Some days Wright forget eye contact is maintained a little differently, staring people right in their eyes unblinkingly likely would scare them off or have a wrong impression on them.

what is their tell for lying?

Wright is a terrible liar. She prefers to tell the truth, or half-truth, but to take her words as truth is up to whoever she is confessing or answering to.

Sharp had fun times deciding, if she was pulling his leg or genuinely trying to explain what was it about #AnythingFig she was meddled in during her fifth year.

do they have an accent?

A surprisingly tough question.

You see, before England, she used to speak in Dutch and Icelandic/Faroese, as these were the languages her family used to speak into. She was taught English, however, but it wasn't easy to integrate into a society where different part of the country basically speak their own little version of English. Her mother, perfectly aware of this, spent years teaching her how to sound convenient.

Although, after her sixth year, Wright's gained accent will loosen up a bit and she'll begin speaking like she would have used to.

A tiny little self-indulgent part it is, because that's what I'm doing irl, and tbf, my English is very phonetic, too. postAlveolar [r] is such a cool sound, I crrrrrave.

what languages do they speak?

English and Dutch, catches bits of German and if refreshed her memory, will eventually catch up with her father's mother tongues; knows a couple of swear Russian words. Блядство and БЛЯДЬ are her favourite spells.

She knows KURWA, too. Ja pierdole.

what kind of music do they listen to?

She'd enjoy french composers of the era.

In modern!AUs, Wright will sit hooked on italian, german, and icelandic bands like there'd be no tomorrow. Study Together Lofi Girl stream except the music:

describe them in one word. what could happen to make them the opposite?

I'd say, she is whimsical. In a sense, that her magic is this very word.

Wright can approach things matter-of-factly though, if the situation requires her to think for more than a few seconds.

the duality of wright

what is a secret they do not tell anyone?

Wright has many of them but by far the biggest: story reason #?.

Rookwood as a boggart is less damaging to her reputation.

what motto do they live by?

Fight smart, not hard.

how do they feel about jewelry? painted nails?

Wright's a beastmaster.

But Imelda tries. She is almost desperate. She is also a professional Quidditch player and perfectly understands Wright in that regard. BUT SHE LOOKS GORGEOUS EVERY TIME SHE DRESSES UP?

Imelda's crush on her only keeps on growing over the years, don't @ her.

Poppy adores their banter.

what kind of art are they?

Impressionism 100%. Wright would absolutely adore Grimshaw's nocturnal scenes and Aivazovsky marine paintings, enjoy Whistler, too.

what could you do to betray their trust?

Ever justified anything pure-blood families believe in or do on day-to-day basis? Done, she hisses at you.

if you had to choose something to make them go all john wick, who would it be?

She went all john wick in her 5th year.

do they swear? in what language?

СУКАБЛЯДЬ!

are they extraverted or introverted?

Introverted. The kind of it, when people perceive you as reserved.

what is their sleep schedule like

An extreme early bird, 3-4am is her go-to wake up time but. She isn't living alone. The need to accommodate sleep patterns of her girlies renders her half-asleep and half-there around midnight; she'd prefer going to bed at around 10pm and when rarely alone, at 6-8pm. Wake up time therefore shifts from her ideal 3-4am to 4-6am.

Cannot say Poppy and Imelda are night owls. Though, around midnight, they aren't as dead as Wright.

are they the first to hug?

The only one the first to hug for her is Ominis because he can't see her.

With Sharp, it's complicated................

Literally everybody else hugs her first.

how do they smile? do they have dimples?

Teethy. Wide. Foxy? If that's the right word??

what about their teeth -- braces? sharp teeth? dentures? yellow teeth? what about spots?

i mean in hl they all have literally perfect bites and to say something about mc specifically she has a wide long jaws and all her wisdom teeth are literally in perfect positions yes i have checked I ENVY THIS FICTIONAL YOUNG LASS YOU HEAR---

do they talk with their hands?

That's one of the many ways her nerve damage manifests.

Aside from the need to release tension this way, she practise-- Look, IDK many words, can I just say, it's a thing when the brain understands that you see a thing before you but at the same, time doesn't register it or remember its state or condition or colour, basically the brain think it's a t-posing box and concentrate on smth else.

what is their biggest conflict? it doesn't need to be big for everyone else, only for them.

The train wreck of her life.

how do they react to death?

Wright has abandonment issues and she is very empathetic to losses of others.

That being said, she only tolerates the inevitable death of someone's grand and great, everyone else but especially loved ones, don't you dare, or she is already going through Hell and high water.

do they cry? how do they cry -- silent tears, sobbing, a swallow?

DON'T MAKE HER CRY EITHER. Unless you're making her very happy with something; she doesn't control it, don't ask, just hand her a handkerchief.

how do they react when someone else is crying? can they comfort a stranger?

Nobody cries on her watch. She will kick arse, she will help, just please stop.

do they have allergies?

Boom berries.

Actually, a headcratch for Sharp, he'd never seen somebody developing allergies to something used for a cure for allergies.

do they take off their shoes going into a stranger's house?

Absolutely. Even Wright might not know where she'd been before coming in; her occupation makes it all more convenient for her to wear it off and change into something less filthy or dirty or whatever.

do they call strangers by their first name or title?

"Pardon me good sir man" How would she know their first name, well, she always picks the safest route. Sir. Madam. How'd you like to be called, tell her, she'll use it.

how do they show fear? trying to hide it? shaking? etc.

First Sharp taught her how to collect oneself in the face of danger, then couldn't deny, story reason #?.

what is their impact on other characters?

She cancelled hp timeline.

how could any of these change by the end of the story?

Her story doesn't really end because she'll live up to a very old age, as well as everybody else because we're in for a lesbian power fantasy.

Her legacy, though?

Thaaaaaat's gonna be an alternative history fantasy fiction I'm not qualified to write.

:3

[shiroichiban]

4town workforce au

uhhh, hi :33 i’m back after god knows how long of not writing to bring u my dumdum workforce au ideas :33 also if you saw this post fuck y’all it’s not a handy manny au >:((

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　robaire - barista/bartender　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

bet he’d have the like, really hot barista rep so college students would come to his cafe to take a peek at him but inevitably they’d stay for his coffee cause it’s really fucking good. and then at night his cafe turns into a calm little bar, he serves great specialty drinks to the point he’s been featured in a couple night life magazines!

he and jesse were college buddies therefore jesse is an extremely loyal patron to robaire’s cafe, plus robaire serves as his venting grounds. when robaire can tell jesse’s having a really rough time he’ll whip him up an ungodly concoction that’ll make jesse forget all about his worries~ and give him a massive headache after

z also happens to be a regular customer since robaire’s cafe serves some pretty good protein shakes, robaire knows his order by heart cause he never orders anything else (and he may have had a crush on him cause with those muscles how can you not—) he finally gave in and wrote down his number on the back of z’s receipt once and after a bit of a slow burn courtship they’re happily dating :33

sometimes he tries whipping up new drinks in his spare time and they’re either really good or spawn of satan bad, he has vomited a few of his own creations and honestly speaking robaire’s alcohol tolerance is concerningly high so you know there had to be something wrong with that drink

t’s the resident repairman so robaire calls him up to do some odd jobs every now and then, like “t the water is brown and smells like coffee.” “you work at a coffee shop, what’s the problem?” “n-no i mean the toilet water t.” it’s ok though he pays t a hefty sum for his work plus offers him a free discount on drinks so he doesn’t go unappreciated.

robaire actually knew tae as t's friend since he'd bring him around occasionally to take advantage of the free drinks he gets. he learned that tae's alcohol tolerance was scary that night and put a cap on how many drinks he should serve him for the sake of morning after tae young—

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　jesse - college professor　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

i’d give him the ‘wacky art teacher’ title but he’s too hot for that, he’s the resident hot professor that students always have a crush on at one point if they take his class. too bad he’s been gay and taken for awhile now but oh well, this man is stressed as hell by the way. will go out of his way to try and give less assignments so he’ll have to check less things but even then he suffers during hell weeks to the point he nearly got carpal tunnel from checking papers. but on the plus side he looks hot in glasses i guess?

the bar is his refuge though, he never comes by during cafe hours but once robaire sets up the bar he’s there almost the entire night (when he’s free of course he’s not that irresponsible) jesse used to be the official taste tester for robaire’s sample drinks but after a few bad ones let’s just say he tapped out of that role real fucking fast. might have had a fling with robaire when they were younger but honestly they both knew they were better off as friends so they broke up with no hard feelings.

since jesse had to witness the monster of a crush that was robaire’s on aaron z, jesse knows him by relation but also ended up going to one of his gym classes and actually liked it. jesse can admire the fact that z’s a damn good teacher and great motivator at that, they become good friends once he makes z swear he’ll never break robaire’s heart. he makes sure to drop by the gym at least once a week to the point z has come to expect him and even started giving him tips on workout clothes because no jesse, you cannot show up to a class in sweat pants and a pajama shirt.

tae and t were actually both jesse’s students at one point, although he never had a class with both of them together he knows t to actually be a pretty bright student, generally found him to be more engaged with hands on activities rather than pen and paper ones which he understood. t was generally a very earnest worker in his eyes and he appreciated that in him.

NOW TAE WAS A WHOLE DIFFERENT STORY, cause jesse may or may not have developed a slight crush on him when he first saw him— and it didn’t help that tae young would always stay behind and ask questions, or participate in after school workshops that jesse hosted. he genuinely tried to keep his feelings as just attraction and nothing more but the more time he spent around tae it inevitably spiralled out of control when he ended up confessing. but luckily tae said yes so all’s well ends well! (although he did say that their relationship should be kept on the down low until tae graduates)

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　tae young - florist　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

tae manages his college’s greenhouse but also part times as a florist in another more well known shop, generally just loves flowers and learned flower language long before he actually became a florist. started out as a volunteer with his college’s greenhouse until he ranked up to manager, but even that didn’t satiate his love for plants so he applied for a part time job that actually paid him money for his plant upkeep! he’s pretty popular around campus since people tend to buy their flowers from him (he offers student discounts even though they’re just flowers lol)

alright so about his relationship with jesse… tae couldn’t help it ok he’s hot :<< but other than that he genuinely loved how caring jesse was and how much effort he put into helping his students, especially since tae young didn’t exactly do the best in his class during the first semester. jesse genuinely went out of his way to help him then so he slowly started developing feelings… and he expressed those feelings with flowers! sometimes he’d give them to jesse straight up, hide them in his desk, press them into his homework (don’t worry jesse never gave him minus points for that), or some other roundabout way. and the moment jesse confessed to him he literally cried before saying yes—

tae has been to robaire's bar before thanks to t treating him to the free drinks that he gets there, he finds robaire quite charming and sweet so he understands all the campus buzz about the "really hot barista at the cafe"

tae and t are actually really close! they commute with each other to college everyday and have fun conversations all the way there, t was the first person tae told about his crush on jesse and t’s genuinely such an accepting friend. tae likes t cause he never judges him but also just cause he’s so fun to be around, also t is basically the hive mind for all the latest gossip so tae likes catching up on that kinda stuff.

now z and tae aren’t really close, they’ve only been acquainted a few times since z is robaire’s boyfriend and he’s jesse’s boyfriend so they’re still a bit awkward around each other. but tae thinks z is cool but also finds it really cute that he's shy since usually he's the one who leads conversations between them.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　aaron t - repairman　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

aaron t’s a repairman that a whole lotta people rely on since he can do various common and odd jobs, people will literally just say “if you have a problem go to aaron t!” and that’s kinda stuck as his tagline since then. he knows everyone in the community pretty well and is very well beloved considered the amount of discounts and free food he gets from the people he works for on the daily—

t is basically robaire’s assigned repairman since only he can deal with the random ass problems robaire’s cafe goes through. don’t even ask me how he managed to fix the toilet water thing cause i can’t give you an explanation. and t will admit, he may find robaire hot but he's heard him mention a boyfriend once or twice so he let it go

now jesse was t's professor during his first year of college and he has to say, the man is packing in the looks department hot damn. but also he felt very very worried for tae since he knew his feelings were fragile and he didn't want him to get hurt if jesse rejected him. nonetheless he gave his full support to their relationship and hey! it paid off cause now he has free access to the teachers lounge with the good snacks.

oh tae, beloved sweet tae young, t's best friend little brother scrunkly boy sweetheart platonic soulmate— anyways, t definitely sees tae as a little brother. he's supportive of whatever tae does and always tries to encourage him, they have a very caring relationship towards each other since tae also listens attentively to his problems.

ok z, jesus christ that was a fine ass man, t's done a few repairs for the gym here and there and z's supervised him a few times. a man of few words but t's chatter overcame it and they inevitably became good friends! z sometimes asks him for relationship advice regarding his boyfriend (who he soon learned was robaire so like, huh small world i guess?) and what kind of gifts he would like but t always just goes “whatever you get him, he’ll like dude.” a very sweet bromance between these two~

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　aaron z - gym instructor　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

i mean… are you surprised? he’s really good at coming up with workout plans for people of all ages and fitness levels, plus a very caring and genuine motivator when it comes down to it. now, have people gotten memberships at his gym just to check him out? yes, but he’s hot so what did you expect?? people to pass up the free eye candy of z in a really tight workout shirt that shows off his muscles?? but nonetheless z probably considered becoming a professional athlete at one point but decided to stick to helping people since that’s where he found he felt the best. probably coaches a grade school basketball team and they all love him and call him big bro z <33

now robaire’s his boyfriend (even he can’t believe it, kinda has this whole ‘aw man i don’t deserve him’ vibe every now and then), they share an apartment together and z helps him develop protein shake recipes~ endorses robaire’s cafe at his gym cause we love good ol’ business partner boyfriends. entrepreneur power couple in the finest sense also z helps robaire when it comes to heavy lifting during cafe renovations.

when jesse signed up for z’s gym z initially kinda thought jesse wouldn’t be able to do anything too intense, but surprisingly he proved him wrong. jesse’s actually pretty strong and he rarely needs help when manoeuvring equipment or keeping proper form, the only gripe z has with jesse is that his diet is shit. which i mean, is understandable he’s a teacher what else can he do, but z has to remind jesse he can’t replace water with whiskey and that in itself is concerning.

honestly z thinks aaron t is some kinda god, like he’s so knowledgeable?? on so many random things?? to be fair z only calls him around when the pipes to the shower room are acting up or if a machine isn’t functioning like it should but honestly the jobs he asks of t are always so varying and the fact that he can fix it all is so?? dare he say cool and fuel t’s ego even more… sometimes he asks him for relationship advice since he knows t to be good with people, but it seems that t really honors being true to yourself so z can respect that.

now tae, he may not know this but z coaches his little brother on the basketball team? so he knew him sorta, but then he introduced himself as t’s friend AND jesse’s boyfriend which was kinda a double whammy cause holy shit how have they not met officially until now?? tries to recruit tae into trying couples yoga with jesse cause z will always claim that he has the body and jesse’s joints probably need it, but other than that admires tae’s knowledge on edible flowers and thinks he’s cute when he starts passionately talking about plants.

[oonajaeadira]

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I haven't played my Switch in over a year and I'm kind of afraid to turn it on because updates and all the cool stuff I've probably missed...

It's 3.45pm here and I'm a little annoyed that the mail hasn't come yet. I'VE GOT PACKAGES COMING TODAY. But it's Saturday so we have the dumdum mailman and not my regular mailperson, Roxanne who has beautiful, thick curly chestnut hair that she wears flowers in sometimes and she rocks out to 80s new wave bands from her phone hanging around her neck while she works and has gorgeous, strong thick calves from all the walking and I don't have a crush on her what are you saying

[alifeasvivid]

Your recent posts inspired me to share this idea that’s been in my head for a few years but I haven’t had the inspiration to actually make into a full story:

An au with Alfred and Arthur growing up together and Arthur’s known since he was pretty young that he’s gay, and Alfred learns this about Arthur at the same time, so it’s never an issue between them. Alfred is assumed het. By the time they’re in college; Arthur is like. Wildly in love with Alfred in the kind of “he’s my soulmate and no one knows me better and I would trust him with my life” sort of way because they’ve known each other for so long and have always been best friends. But obviously he can’t say that. So he just. Keeps his mouth shut when Alfred starts dating/sleeping with women, even if he is jealous. Alfred is a dumbass so he doesn’t notice any of this.

Then one day they’re up late chatting and when discussing Arthur’s crush on one of the hot professors, Alfred is like “I mean I don’t blame you, the dude is pretty sexy. If I were gay I’d tap that.” And Arthur is like ???? I’m sorry?

Alfred: what?

Arthur: Alfred, straight men don’t find each other attractive.

Alfred: What? Yeah we do. I mean, not all guys, obviously, but like, sometimes you see a dude and it’s like “damn he’s sexy” doesn’t mean we want to actually have sex with them, just. You know. I know a hot dude when I see em.

Arthur: Alfred… that’s… love, straight men don’t do that.

Alfred: of course they do, I mean, I do it and I’m straight.

Arthur: ……so you’re saying that you, a straight man, find men - some men - sexually appealing.

Alfred: yeah. …wait, hold on, no, I’m not - I like girls, dude.

Arthur: and men, apparently!

Alfred: I’m not gay!

Arthur: I didn’t say you were, you can like both men and women, Alfred, bisexuals exists

Alfred: …….hold up, that’s an OPTION

Arthur: ???!!!???!??

Anyway long story short a while after that they kiss and live happily ever after

this is really cute, anon. I think you should do it, I only have a few things to caution you about:

-heterosexuality is no more rigid than any other and straight men can totally think other men are attractive and still be straight -"if I was gay, I'd hit that" is a very common thing some (usually more progressive) straight people say and all it means is that they recognize the person is hot/aesthetically attractive -wanting to sleep with someone is not necessarily the same thing as being in love with them

I can very much see Alfred being type of dumdum who is very sure of his sexuality while simultaneously being at least somewhat wrong about it XD also the dialogue you have here is cute and very in character, imo. :D

[domesticblisss]

Lotta Love

Marcel Barthel x Female OFC Flower Shop AU! Requested Prompts: "Hi! Could you please write something where all of Marcel's usual flirting tactics aren't working at all on his crush and he has no clue what else to try? Thanks in advance! :)" Rating: PG-13 Word Count: 1753 Warnings: Super fluffy. Marcel being a dumdum and not communicating properly. A/N: This was poorly proof read, sorry in advance for any mistakes. Tbh I don't know how I feel about this one, but I hope you guys like it. 💓

Marcel is the last person one would imagine seeing working in a flower shop. Tall, blonde and muscular, perfectly built to be a personal trainer, actually doubled as a cashier and arrangement maker in Walter's shop.

As the days got busier and business bloomed, Walter hired Natalie to help him around.

Marcel was gone as soon as the bell dinged and she sat foot in the store accompanied by his austrian friend that first monday morning. Red, curly hair so big he was sure it was full of secrets, freckle kissed olive skin, and the most beautiful set of honey coloured eyes he had ever seen.

He knew right away why Walter hired her. Bubbly and talkative, Natalie’s personality enchanted everybody. The elderly customers spent hours on deep conversations with her, men and women flirted with her and the children that accompanied their parents loved the candies she kept under the counter for them.

Marcel couldn’t complain, his job got easier as he could focus solely on the arrangements, the customers were even happier and the tips got bigger. A win/win situation.

On her second day, Marcel found Natalie sniffing in the break room, followed by a string of curses leaving the woman’s lips. Gently touching her arm, he asked her what happened.

“Nothing happened,” she chuckled at his worried face. “I’m allergic to flowers, so you know…”

“You’re allergic to flowers and you got yourself a job in a flower shop?” Marcel’s incredulous tone of voice made her break out in laughter.

“I know, I know… but I love flowers, and honestly? I would rather have my allergies flare up every damned day than to stay at my old job.”

“What did you do before?”

“A boring corporate job that paid me good money but took away all my will to leave.” Marcel couldn’t imagine her without the glow Natalie always had in her eyes or the smile that was so easy to get from her.

“Got it. Are the allergies bad enough for me to be worried?”

“Nope! Nothing a couple of pills can’t solve. I should get back to the counter.” she stopped on her way out and kissed his cheek “Thank you for worrying about me.”

His cheeks heated up and instantly got tinged red. Speechless, all he did was nod.

That same day, on his break, he ran to the drugstore and got an extra bottle of her allergy meds to keep on the store’s first aid kit.

It was safe to say he was in love. He always tried to make her laugh, learned everything about the bands she liked so much, to the point of making a playlist to play in the shop.

Fabian, the barista that worked in the café next door, and Marcel’s best friend, was the one to hear his cries.

It was his day off and Marcel sat on the counter as his italian friend prepared what he deemed an overly sweet “insult to coffee” order to the group of teenagers that went to the shop daily.

“I don’t know what to do, dude.” Marcel cried, the hands that held his head muffling his voice.

“Well– EMILY!” Fabian called and the giggly teenager that always ordered her caramel frappuccino with double everything came running.

“Thank you, Fabian!”

“No problem, sweetheart. See you tomorrow.” he smiled at her, and as soon as she left, his stoned expression took over as he turned to Marcel “Well, tell her the truth, tell her you like her.”

“I can’t do it.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know, dude. I just can’t.”

Fabian sighed, “Then show her.”

And Marcel did. In his own way.

Every day he would put a different flower on the sleek glass vase she kept by the computer, hoping she would notice what each flower meant. First, a white camellia, you’re adorable, then an assortment of stocks, you’re beautiful to me (which he regretted 10 minutes into their shift, its strong scent flaring her allergies in no time. A quick “I’m sorry”, a glass of water and her pills later, he changed it to a single peony, the most beautiful). Every single day Marcel would set a different flower waiting for her to pick up what he was trying to say and nothing. Red chrysanthemums were his last shot, a plain and simple, straight up I love you. Still nothing.

He spent that night stuffing his ass with pepperoni pizza and having a pity party on Fabian’s couch, who was quick to tell him, once again, to be forward with her.

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“What if she says no?” Marcel’s voice was so low it almost broke.

“If she says no, you go and move on with your life.”

“Well, I will keep trying to make her notice how much I love her.”

Her chai latte – just a sprinkle of sugar, with extra cinnamon and extra foam – and bagel with cream cheese order waited for her every morning when she arrived, Marcel got her a rare Fleetwood Mac’s Rumors vinyl copy, signed by Stevie Nicks for her three month employment anniversary, and somehow, he convinced Walter to adopt a golden retriever, with the excuse that the store needed a pet to de-stress the shifts, just because Natalie mentioned how much she loved dogs.

Nothing. Zit. Zero. Nada.

Fabian refused to let Marcel fall into his self pity once again, harshly telling him to man up and ask her out already, for fuck sake.

That saturday was a slow one and Marcel spent the day pep-talking himself. 04:30pm, thirty minutes to the end of their shift, he finally had the guts to approach her. It’s now or never.

“Hey, Natalie…” he lost his trail of thought as soon as she greeted him with her bright smile, the dumbstruck look took over his face, entertaining her.

“Marcel?”

Shaking his head, the call of his name got him back to the real world. “Soooo, I wanted to see if you want to grab a bite to eat at that new restaurant that opened down the street?”

“Oh, I would love to, but Adam is picking me up for dinner. We haven’t seen each other in a while, he’s always so busy so I take every chance I get to see him.”

“Ah… okay, some other time maybe? Well, it’s almost closing time, let me go clean my station.”

← Asked her out for dinner. She has a date with some Adam guy.

Marcel texted Fabian, blocking his phone as soon as the message got sent, and got back to setting his station clean.

05:00pm reached soon and the bell that announced whenever a customer got inside the shop dinged. In got Adam Cole, also known as the most obnoxious guy he ever met, also known as the coffee shop owner, Fabian’s boss. “He doesn’t look like her type.” he thought.

Seeing her squeal, run and hug Adam shattered him, making him want to burn a hole in the ground and hide for the rest of his life.

“Marcel this is Adam, Adam this is Marcel.”

“Hey dude. We already know each other, Nat.” Adam mentioned making Marcel seethe when he called her Nat.

“Sup, Adam.”

“Really? Didn’t know that.”

“Yeah, honey. Marcel is friends with Fabian and he’s always at the shop. Now let’s go? I don’t want us to be late.”

“Should’ve figured out you two would have met already. Anyways, see you on monday, Marcel?”

“Of course, Nat.” he smiled at her, waving goodbye.

Marcel made sure they had already left when he locked the door, screaming one long big “fuck” that woke poor Poppy up, the lazy golden retriever.

“Sorry, Pops. Let’s go home.”

Fabian left his own shift straight to Marcel’s place with two beer packs and four pizzas in hand, letting his friend cry his sadness out.

Germany vs Italy was on, both men watching the soccer game in silence. Almost forty minutes later, Marcel finally started talking.

“She has a boyfriend, dude… a fucking boyfriend and she never mentioned it.”

“Should she?”

“What?”

“Should she have mentioned the boyfriend?”

Marcel looked at Fabian like a second head was growing “Well, I’d have mentioned my significant other if I was in a loving relationship. Besides, to top it up, it’s fucking Cole, dude. Of all people, she’s dating Cole.”

“Wait, hold up, hold up.” Fabian interrupted, grabbing the remote control to mute the TV. “You are telling me that her date is Adam, as in my boss Adam?”

“Yeah.”

“You fucking idiot, he’s her brother.”

“What?”

“Yeah, he’s her brother. Same dad, different moms.”

“She did mention she had an older brother.” Marcel said in deep thought.

“You are asking her out again, right?”

“First thing monday morning.”

Monday came and Marcel arrived at the shop an hour earlier than usual. He got her usual at the café, made her a bouquet with her favourite flowers, and even dressed Poppy with her custom made uniform and a pink bow.

“Good morning!” Natalie shouted in her sing-songy voice.

“In the break room.” Marcel shouted back.

“How was your weekend?”

“Good, and yours?”

“Great. Can we talk?” he asked, nervousness seeping through his voice.

“Sure.”

“I like you. I really, really like you. Being honest, I love you. I knew I did as soon as you walked in that monday morning with Walter and I–“

Red curly hair blurred his vision and full, soft lips quickly attached to this in a slow, bold kiss.

Marcel pulled away to catch his breath, not letting her go from his arms.

“Woah.”

“Does this mean I wasn’t seeing too much with the flowers?”

“You did notice the flowers! I knew Fabian was wrong.”

“I did. I just thought I was seeing too much into it. In my head you were just being nice with it and all the gifts.”

“I’m crazy about you, Nat.” Marcel whispered in her soft curls as he hugged her tight.

“So, do you want to go on a date?” Nat asked.

“I’d love to.”

Marcel kissed her just like he always wanted to. Slowly, savouring the feeling of having her in his arms and the way her body molded against his.

“Finally.” Walter’s voice boomed behind them.

“Hey…” The duo said, embarrassed.

“Don’t even try to hide it, I’ve seen the way you two look at each other. Just keep it together in front of the customers.”

“Sure thing, boss!” Natalie and Marcel said in unison.

[dreamiehrs]

a Christmas miracle ➛ z.cl

genre: fluff, comedy/crack, bestfriend!chenle, gender neutral reader, hurt/comfort somewhat

pairing: zhong chenle x reader

word count: 2,588 words

warning(s): some swearing

summary: Christmas had been the same old same old holiday for you and your family for plenty of years now, fully embracing the tradition of meeting up with family, exchanging presents, and enjoying each other’s presence on Christmas day. however, this year seemed to feel quite different, with your family quite literally forgetting that Christmas even existed, and with you all stuck in your apartment alone in the snowy city, you weren’t so sure what you were going to do for Christmas this year. unbeknownst to you, though, your sneaky best friend had a trick up his sleeve, and he was determined to make this Christmas one you’ll remember forever.

note: this is a part of mylin’s @suh-insane​ and sunny’s @neocitybynight​ Walking in a Winter Wonderland collab! this is my first time participating in a collab solely for Christmas, so I hope you all enjoy this fic of mine! Merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates it! I hope you all have an amazing and safe Christmas this year, and I just wanted to let you all know that I appreciate and love you guys so so SO much! (and to the people who don’t celebrate it, I still hope you all have a wonderful day nonetheless!)

prompts chosen: “when we finally kiss goodnight how I’ll hate going out in the storm! but if you’ll really hold me tight all the way home I’ll be warm.” + “that’s what Christmas memories are made from. they’re not planned; they’re not scheduled. nobody puts them in their blackberry. they just happen.”

for the past few months, time seemed to fly by without leaving a trace behind, and before you knew it, it was already Christmas day. if it was any other year, you would’ve woken up earlier, around 6 AM to be precise, and start your trek to your parents house with their gifts in hand. however, since your parents and the rest of your family got caught up in other ordeals, and quite literally forgot that Christmas even existed, you had woken up quite later than 6 AM. 9 AM, if you were being specific.

you had still bought your family presents for Christmas, of course, and took the time to wrap them and spiffy them up yourself with various different kinds of Christmas wrapping paper you’ve collected over the years as a pro wrapper (in actuality, it was just your mother giving you extra wrapping paper when she accidentally bought too much, so you weren’t entirely a pro wrapper, per se). what you were trying to say is that you put a lot of thought into buying and decorating presents for your family, and you were sort of down about how you wouldn’t be able to give them their presents in person this year.

basically, what you were trying to get across is that you quite literally had no plans for Christmas this year, and you were probably going to spend your entire day wailing away in your apartment.

nonetheless, you pulled yourself out of bed after being in deep thought for thirty minutes straight, and decided to actually not wail away in your apartment for the rest of the day. it was time to be festive, you thought to yourself, as you slowly made your way around your room to move your curtains aside to let some sunlight seep in. although you were in a brooding mood, you didn’t entirely want your room to reflect that.

you huff to yourself as you slide your feet against the carpet floor, swinging open your closet doors and glancing over all of your clothes, none of them really catching your attention. you sigh before closing both of your closet doors dramatically, turning around and heading towards your dresser. you can faintly hear your phone buzz on your nightstand as you pull on one of the knobs on one of your dresser drawers that contains your pajama pants. you grab a random pair of snug pajama pants and opt to keep the same pajama shirt you wore to bed last night on before heading to the bathroom to change.

after taking some time to get dressed and brush your teeth, you finally exit your bathroom and toss the pajama shorts you wore last night in your hamper. you snatch your phone and stash it in your pocket before making your way towards your miniature kitchen. you promptly grab your kettle and fill it up with water, waiting for it to reach the third line before placing it on your stove. you move the dial until its exactly on high temperature, and you’re about to start to make yourself breakfast until you feel your phone buzz in your pocket.

fed up with how active your phone had been for the past thirty minutes, you finally fish your phone out of your pocket and lean against the counter next to your stove.

your phone contained the usual notifications, such as Instagram likes, Team Snapchat sending you a Christmas snap, your best friend chenle spamming your phone- wait, your best friend chenle spamming your phone? that was FAR from your usual notifications, and you were honestly quite surprised that he was contacting you on Christmas day this year. he’s usually spending it with his family all day, and never texts you back until he gets back home, which is around eight PM.

without thinking, you unlock your phone and tap on the messages icon, and your jaw almost drops when you see how many messages he sent you within the past few hours. since 6 AM, chenle has sent you over one hundred messages, and for once, you were grateful that you were a heavy sleeper, because if you were a light sleeper and woke up to every single one of his messages, you would’ve lost your mind.

you [9:45 AM]: please chenle what do you WANT FROM ME

lele the dumdum [9:45 AM]: WOW YOU’VE FINALLY WOKEN UP FROM UR DEEP SLUMBER

lele the dumdum [9:45 AM]: I THOUGHT U WERE NEVER GOING TO WAKE UP

lele the dumdum [9:46 AM]: took u long enough smh

you [9:46 AM]: ...is this really how you’re going to treat me on Christmas day??

lele the dumdum [9:46 AM]: I treat you like this all the time. what makes you think that today’s gonna be any different?

you [9:47 AM]: …

lele the dumdum [9:47 AM]: anyways… MY GORGEOUS WONDERFUL BESTIE WHAT DO U HAVE PLANNED FOR CHRISTMAS TODAY

lele the dumdum [9:48 AM]: DO ANY OF UR PLANS INVOLVE ME POTENTIALLY COMING OVER??? O.O

you [9:48 AM]: is this why you’ve been spamming my phone SINCE 6 AM!?!?!

you [9:48 AM]: also why were you awake at 6 am anyways

you [9:49 AM]: did your crush finally text you back or are you still drowning in loneliness like usual

lele the dumdum [9:50 AM]: I don’t even have a crush??? who told you that false information

you [9:50 AM]: the little elves running around my house whispered it in my ear last night

lele the dumdum [9:51 AM]: I think you’re going to delusional

you [9:51 AM]: I wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case at this point

lele the dumdum [9:51 AM]: MOVING ON

lele the dumdum [9:52 AM]: WHAT DO U HAVE PLANNED

lele the dumdum [9:52 AM]: I NEED TO KNOW THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT

you [9:53 AM]: me planning to wail in sorrow all day is very important to you??

lele the dumdum [9:53 AM]: ...excuse me what?? UR GOING TO WAIL IN SORROW ALL DAY ON CHRISTMAS DAY!?!?

lele the dumdum [9:54 AM]: this is not acceptable. I am coming over right now to spread some of my FESTIVENESS AND JOLLINESS with you :D

you [9:55 AM]: chenle you really don’t have to-

lele the dumdum [9:55 AM]: TOO BAD IM OMW RN AS WE SPEAK

you [9:56 AM]: at least bring some festivities, games, and snacks with you 🙄

lele the dumdum [9:56 AM]: oh shit you have a point

lele the dumdum [9:57 AM]: BRB ILL BE THERE IN 30

you knew that once chenle had made his mind up about something, he wasn’t going to change it that easily, so it would be futile to try and stop him now. you don't bother replying to his last message, and you shove your phone back in your pocket a few moments before your kettle whistles. you move on from chenle tormenting you for twelve minutes straight and make yourself some tea and breakfast instead.

it was now around 10:30 AM, and you had just finished digesting your breakfast when you feel your phone buzz in your pocket again. you were lying down on your small, beige couch, with your cold tea sat on the coffee table a few feet away. you were still in your pajamas, with no intent of changing into actual clothes anytime soon.

once again, you fish your phone out of your pocket to see what nonsense chenle was texting you this time.

lele the dumdum [10:31 AM]: open up, bitch

you [10:31 AM]: I thought I gave you a spare key??

lele the dumdum [10:32 AM]: shit I forgot it

lele the dumdum [10:32 AM]: anyways OPEN UP

you lazily lift yourself up from off of your couch, grasping your mug of cold tea on the way to the door. you take your time unlocking your door, halfly because you felt like annoying chenle, and halfly because you were just over today in general.

the first thing that stands out to you once you swing open your front door is how different your outfit looks compared to chenle. he was all bundled up with plenty of layers to keep him warm while adventuring the city, and meanwhile you adorned white and pink striped pajamas with socks on. you also noticed that he had a dark grey bookbag on his back, and was holding two full bags in his hands.

the two of you stare at each other for a few more seconds until chenle breaks the silence with: “I think this is the most I’ve seen you look like a complete old person. there have been other times, but the old person persona is just jumping out at me right now.”

you roll your eyes. “don’t say that when you yourself have dressed up as an old person before.”

“yeah, yeah,” he brushes you off, passing by you to slip his shoes off and to take off his five hundred layers. “it doesn’t matter whether you look like an old person, it mainly matters whether you have the spirit of an old person, you know?”

“I cannot comprehend your words this early in the morning. we can have a conversation about whether I act like an old person later.” you say as you watch him remove his large, dark green jacket and place it onto your coat rack. you can hear him scoff at your remark, and you grin as you see the corners of his mouth lift up slightly.

“early in the morning? y/n it’s only-” he pauses to check his phone “10:32 AM. that’s early for you?”

“I woke up at 9 AM, you dum.”

“oh,” he swivels around to face you after taking his shoes off and removing all of his additional layers. “makes sense, I guess. you’ve only been awake for an hour and a half, so you’re probably not fully awake yet. I mean, I’ve been awake since 6 am, and I’m bursting with energy compared to you.”

you give him a deadpan expression in response to what he said, and he can’t help but burst out laughing at your reaction. he steps up beside you and pats your shoulder gently. “well, besides that, I’m gonna be the one who helps you burst with energy like I am right now! follow me!” he whisper-shouts a few inches away from your ear, and you can feel his hand leave your shoulder and grasp your right hand in a matter of seconds.

he leads you back towards your couch, and even somehow manages to help you set your mug down even though he has bags in his hands. the two of you plop down on your couch, and you almost melt at how soft and comfortable your couch was. you closed your eyes for a few seconds as chenle rustled through his bags beside you, and you don’t know how much time has passed when chenle starts to snap his fingers at you.

“y/n, I am not going to deal with your sleepy ass right now. I spent around forty minutes scurrying around the city to find things to lift your mood, and I am not going to let those forty minutes go to waste just because you’re tired.”

you groan and roll to the other side, facing away from chenle. “just five more minutes…”

surprisingly, you’re met by silence in response to your wish of wanting five more minutes of rest, but that silence doesn’t last when you feel something cold touch your face.

you screech and immediately open your eyes to witness chenle pressing an ice cube onto your forehead. you swat the ice cube off of your forehead as quick as you can, and stare up at chenle like he’s gone completely mad. “what was that for?”

he grins proudly. his plan had worked. “awake now? great. now, help me figure out what we should do first.”

“I think you’ve gone mad. I cannot believe you just woke me up by pressing an ice cube onto my forehead.” you complain, still feeling the coldness of the ice cube on your forehead. when you finally move to face him now, you see that he had brought plenty of things for you two to entertain yourselves.

“I could’ve done worse things, like dip my hand into freezing water and press it against your face, but I was feeling generous today, so I decided to spare you the pain.”

you scoff. “right. anyways, what’d you bring?”

he glances at you excitedly before getting into it. “well, I brought plenty of snacks, some fizzy drinks, some board games, some movies I rented that we could watch together, some candy, etc. I honestly brought everything that I thought you would like with me, so I really hope all of this is enough to make your Christmas day a little bit more festive. I may have also bought you a present, but besides that… let’s get this party started! ...y/n?”

he tears his gaze away from the couch to up to your face, and you don’t entirely register that you’re crying until a few minutes after staring into his eyes. “oh, I’m sorry… I just… I’m just really grateful that you decided to come all this way to cheer me up on Christmas day, and you brought so many things with you as well to make me feel better so… thank you, chenle.”

he beams at you even though he can feel a tear threatening to fall from his left eye, and instead of letting you see him cry as well, he quickly wraps his arms around your figure, bringing you into a tight hug. “of course, y/n. you know I’d do anything for you, right? if you’re down, I’m going to cheer you up in some way, shape, or form, and if you feel like watching the world burn, then I’ll be right by your side.”

“awh, stop it, you’re going to make me cry even more.” you faintly hit his back with your hand, and he giggles as a few tears fall down his face.

the two of you stay like that for a good five more minutes, which is enough time for chenle to regain his composure and act like he didn’t shed a few tears in the process. he slowly leaves your grasp, taking a good look at your face and wiping some tears off of your face with his thumb. “you know what I think will make you feel better?”

you grin. “what?”

he smiles before swiveling around to rustle through his bookbag, and your eyes widen when you finally process what he’s up to.

the next moment happens so quickly you can barely register that it’s happening. chenle swivels around with two nerf guns in his hands, throws you one that lands perfectly in your arms, and declares: “me completely destroying you in a nerf gun battle will make you feel better.” before he releases fire on you.

you shriek as you run across your apartment, trying to avoid the plastic bullets that chenle was littering your apartment with. eventually, he does win the battle, and it does make you feel better in the end, but let’s not mention that or else his ego will run wild, alright?

[formyfanfics]

After my long absence, i come bearing my results that i have mulled over obsessively for less than 5 minutes before i began this post.

The Wen Sect, or atleast Wen Rouhan, is SMART.

Before you hate @ me, lets analyze/canon info that we know about all of the sects.

The Wen Sect = Powerful, old, big and respected/feared.

The Nie Sect = old as well, respected, has strong bodied members who are unafraid of death, since all of them know the risk of wielding a saber, making them Very Powerful. the sect leader, (Nie Mingjue), may be young but is powerful, and they have Nie Huaisang who is a schemer on par with Meng Yao from what i have understood. So brains and brawn. The Nie Sect is "seen" as the strongest in terms of pure power.

The Lan Sect = powerful, liked, respected, admired, old, etc. This one has the best public opinion, the members are seen as the epitome of immortals with a good reputation, the perfect figurehead for situations where the one with the best reputation always comes ontop or you have a need for more men to be by your side, since no one bad at math would argue with a professional math professor with an IQ of over 100 against my own 40 IQ (not tested, most likely wrong, but when it comes to math, get someone else).

The Jin Sect = may not have the best reputation or best cultivators, but they have money, schemers of varying levels and connections with powerful guys. A den of vipers sniffing drugs and worst family ever, you don't wanna mess with the guy who can crush you with the power of schemes and money. Example nro. 1 is the cultivation world. Need i say more?

Then The Jiang Sect. And i left this one for last, because i see it as the weakest. Nothing special about them is ever actually shown in the Donghua, their style is simply described as swift and fierce. they ARE known as exceptional swimmers but how you gonna use that on land or air in a coming WAR. They have no special allies, their biggest support was from the Jin Sect via an ENGAGEMENT between a sweet lady and a socially awkward asshole turned sweet dumdum that was later broken, now the barely a fucking spider string strong "ally" bond only held by the sisterhood between Yu Ziyuan and Madam Jin which in a patriarchal society with an asshole husband is not much, is. And even then, it is only a pretense held up by two canonically fierce women who hate their husbands, or hate/love with Yu Ziyuan being hinted at.

And the map i looked up about where the sects would be, showed that atleast Wen Rouhan, in my opinion, was brilliant.

Attack the Nie Sect? Oh Nooo~ not atleast outright. Basically sabotaging and assassinating the Nie Sect leader, leaving his teenage son to lead the sect, weakening them temporarily.

Later on, when the first actually attack on a big sect, they attacked the righteous Lans, bringing a BIG moral blow on the not yet resistance. The guys farthest from them, yet the ones to come maybe as a second or third party against them, after the nie sect of course.

The Jin were left alone, because Wen Rouhan knew, that he didn't need to focus on them as a whole. Yes, Jin Guangshan was an asshole, but the guy was smart. He would only pick a side he thought of as the winner, so for now they would be left alone.

The Jiang? Slaughtered, even if they put up a big fight, from what i have understood, Jiang Yanli and Cheng along with Wei Wuxian, maybe a less-than-a-handful of the Jiang Disciples/members survived. The weakest was basically punted out of the list of threaths. He couldn't have foreseen his son giving a boy stupidly smart smartly stupid the weapons/weapon needed to defeat him. Nobody else should have been crazy enough to even entertain the thought of practising demonic cultivation, much less IMPROVE IT with the help of only 1, ONE, shard of the yin iron, when he had MORE.

Now lets continue. With the Jiang basically gone with its heir on the run with the son of a servant and a non-cultivator girl and the two biggest threaths weakened/trying to recover/having mostly recovered but still not strong enough to challenge them, victory should have been easy.

Should have. He had the power and resources, a plan and the means to do it. And nothing should have been able to stop him. But his plan had flaws. Meng Yao and Wei Wuxian.

Arguably, these two aren't a threath alone or together. But with the backing and smarts they had? With Meng Yao giving out info like rotten sweet candy to the trashcan and Wei Wuxian being, well, Wei -LF*-Wuxian and bulldozing himself through battlefields with half baked shit half starved to death and in need of extensive and expensive therapy for years if not for an eternity and my god his physical health,with that fall he most likely broke atleast a few bones, it was like a miracle on fckg MONDAY SCHOOL MORNING.

The resistance had two powerful weapons to wield, even if they were out of control and unpredictable and untrusted/able.

An understandable oversight, since these TEENS were as old as his older or his younger sons, and we saw the power he had against Nie Mingjue and Lan Xichen in the donghua before he was backstabbed by a trusted subordinate.

He fell by a sneak attack. Not by being actually beaten all-stats wise. If Meng Yao hadn't been a traitor, or Wei Wuxian had died, he would have WON. Or taken out the cultivation world with him. His attack shown in the donghua took out many cultivators, and the man was not TIRED. It was a Tiger playing with its prey, a mantis stalking the cicada unaware of the oriole behind it.

And just to remind you, the yin iron CORRUPTS THE MIND. Makes you unable to fully think straight or fight without damaging your spiritual vein thingies, as seen in Wei Wuxians fall, and as mentioned by others.

He Had Many Yin Iron shards, He Experimented With Them, He Studied And Practised Demonic Cultivation. And i don't know about you, but to me he seemed mentally and spiritually and physically superior to Wei Wuxian, ignoring that Wei Wuxian had starved, wounded, coreless and traumaticed EVERYTHING. He had atleast three iron shards, yet Wei Wuxian was closer to being fully taken over by the yin iron than him.

Three. THREE. T. H. R. E. E, everybody. The effect that Wei Wuxian was Subjected to is multiplied three times the damage to Wen Rouhan.

We never saw him at full power, his mind and body uncorrupted, unhindered by demonic energy and the damage it made.

It was hinted that he was almost an immortal/closest to ascending to the immortal realm.

The man, The Legend, The Leader of the Wen Sect was a formidable man in life. He would have made his sect the strongest and dominant in the cultivation world, and seen his desire fulfilled. His heirs secured the continuation of his bloodline, and the continuation of the Wen Sect, if only two existences were not born and THERE, two untapped powers ready and bursting forth, bringing his defeat, but these could only be tapped by chance created by goddamn MIRACLES. But we have to remember, without both of these two miracles, the war most likely would have been lost. And these miracles were created by loyalty. Loyalty to those kind to them. To Lan Xichen And The Jiang Sect. If Lan Xichen hadn't shown momentary kindness, if Jiang Fengmian had Never found Wei Wuxian, without the circumstances created by impossible chances, pebbles creating rock slides, the war would have been lost.

Meng Yao would have not become a spy for the resistance.

Wei Wuxian would be a dead body somewhere or a beggar or something else knowing Wei Wuxians Brilliant mind he could have been almost anything in the modern age dont @ me.

But by pure happenstance spanning almost two decades, a victory was secured.

A miracle of two only working as one package deal and needed to be worked by multiple little things pushed into an abstract wrapping of WHAT THE F- with a smidge of crack.

FmF/Note;

This is my speculation, thinking and brainfarting. You have your opinions, i simply need to get this out of my head. And those happenstances are only some of them i thought of. Other things affected the course of the work of art MDZS/THE UNTAMED/GM OF DEMONIC CULTIVATION as well, but this post could be possibly my longest EVER, and my fingers are cramping.

Ps. btw, this is a sideblog, so even if you looked, you wouldn't find a longer one here. Maybe.

*Lan Fkr