#i'm going to be honest I thought I was exaggerating when I wrote the post and then tagging it is hurting my feelings

[normcore-tertiary-character]

"It's just a silly comedy," I think to myself, "I'm not going to get brain worms about it," I insist, ignoring the fact that I am the getting-brain-worms-about-silly-comedies person

[theyandereonmyoji]

would you like to write for a yandere boom Sonic or a post frontiers Sonic? I feel like those versions are more likely to become obsessed and go out of their way if they do actually fall in love, even going as far as moving in with you without announcing it. Whichever you like more, both of them have voices I'd die for so.. I can't help myself but need one lol

Yandere Sonic the Hedgehog Post-Frontiers: Alone Together

ooh, a Roger simp I see~ to be honest I'm more of a Jason Griffith fan, but I totally get the appeal. I already wrote for Boom Sonic so I decided to do a scenario for Sonic after the event of Frontiers, hope you don't mind dear. ______________________________________________________________

It hasn’t been that long ago since Sonic and his friends came back from their travels to the Starfall Islands. You got to hear all about their crazy adventures there, from Sonic defeating various titans to save Tails, Amy and Knuckles, just to end up having to team up with Eggman and an AI he had created to defeat an entity called “The End”. However, after a long while of chatting about all that had transpired, the topic of what everyone would do next came up, and it seemed like everyone had their own plans that would keep them from seeing each other for a while. To no one’s surprise, Knuckles planned to go back to guarding the Master Emerald in Angel Island, though he also said he would take breaks every once in a while to go on adventures of his own. Amy went on an on about her plans to go out with Cream and Sticks, she seemed just as excited about that as she can be when talking about Sonic. Even Tails had plans to go on adventures on his own for a long while, to be more independent and not rely on Sonic as much as he can sometimes. Speaking of which, when it was Sonic’s turn to tell what were his plans for what to do next, he just said that he would go wherever the next adventure was. Normally, you wouldn’t have any issues with an answer like that, it was Sonic after all, he never was one to think much about where to go next, he would just run around were the wind took him, free to do as he pleased. Yet, there was something about how quiet he was, and how…uncharacteristically sad his eyes seemed the few times you caught him staring at you. But you’re probably exaggerating, right? Yet here you were, sitting in your couch wrapped up with a blanket and holding a cup of recently warmed up coffee, all lights in the house turned off because of a blackout in the area where you lived. The only thing that occupied your mind were how deafening the rain was, and your reminiscing of an event that had happened a week ago. Most of your things were all packed away in boxes of various sizes, and with them most things that you could use to pass time while waiting for the storm to pass, so even though you tried telling yourself to stop thinking too much about what had happened, it was the only thing keeping you from being totally bored, as your phone’s battery had ran out before you were able to charge it. Thankfully you were planning on moving out of this place soon, so you hoped that in the bigger cities blackouts won’t last as long as the ones here, you also hoped to be able to meet more people, as barely no one lived around here, and most friends you had were always on the move or far away where you lived anyways. Suddenly, your thought were suddenly interrupted by a sound different that water drops hitting your house repeatedly, it was a gentle knock on your door, too gentle perhaps, as you could barely hear it, and it probably wasn’t even a knock to begin with. Yet, after a few seconds, the knocking got progressively louder. Yup, your mind wasn’t playing tricks on you, there was someone knocking at your door.

You left your cup of coffee on the short table in front of you, and, still wrapped up in your blanket, you made your way to the door. You unlocked the two locks that it had, one a knob just below the door’s actual knob, that needed only to be slightly turned to the left, and the lock on the door that you needed your house’s keys to unlock, keys that you conveniently had left on the knob already. Once you were done unlocking the door, you  were surprised to see Sonic right outside your door, his blue quills soaking wet and water drops dripping out of them, he was shivering slightly and rubbing his hands on his arms in an attempt to warm himself up. However, once he noticed you we looking at him, he stopped whatever he was doing before, placing one hand on his hip, letting the other one hang around, his shivering was also gone too, and now he was smiling like he usually does. “Hey Y/N…do you mind if I crash at your place for a bit?” 

Your instincts reacted faster than whatever speed the hedgehog in front of you could run at. “Of course! Please, you’re going to catch a cold!” The calm pace at which he came in heavily contrasted how quickly you had opened the door for him. Once he was inside your house, you closed the door behind him, “Hold on, I’ll go grab a towel for you” he stood there by the door as you rushed off to your room, forgetting to check if you had locked the door or not, not like it mattered right now anyways, you were too worried about your friend possibly getting sick. 

You frantically searched in your almost empty room for an extra towel, you felt as if it was taking you an eternity to look through all the empty cabins and drawers, until you finally found a dry, white towel neatly folded inside on of said drawers. Almost as if out of pure instinct, you pulled the towel out and dashed to the door to where Sonic was. “Here! Use this to dry yourself!” You handed him the towel, he took it and proceeded to dry his body, face, and quills with it, it wasn’t perfect but at least he was a lot dryer now than he was a few seconds ago.

Sonic gave you back the towel, yet his gaze seemed like it was scanning your entire house, leaving only an awkward silence and a now wet towel between the two of you. “I’m sorry if my house is a little…empty, I’ll be moving out soon so I’ve already packed away most of my things” you hoped that explaining the situation would break the ice and give you two something to talk about, and it kinda did, you snapped him away from his trance and stared at you dead in the eyes, he still kept his usually calm demeanor, yet his eyes has this subtle trace of  that same mournful feeling you got from him that last time you two met. “You’re moving out? Why?”

“Well, it’s a long story, wanna sit down and talk” you gently grab his hand and pull him into the couch, it felt a bit cold, probably due to the still wet gloves…yet there was something about it that felt a bit odd, as if it had something inside of it that should be there. You decide to ignore that thought and let him sit on the couch, he looks at the cup of coffee lying in the table right in front, almost mesmerized by the movement of the steam coming out of the hot tea, but his focus went back immediately to you as you sit down next to him. “So…you said you’re moving out? How come? Seems a bit sudden don’t you think?” Sonic’s inquiry seemed absolutely normal on the surface, yet there was something about how he said it that just seemed off, though you couldn’t pinpoint exactly what. You took a deep breath before giving any answers, inhaling as much air as your lungs could possibly allow you to hold, “Yeah, I was just thinking that, everyone else is always going around and doing all of this amazing stuff, but here I am just wasting my days here without doing much. I just want to do something different with my life! Break the routine, I don’t know!” You were moving harshly all the time as you were explaining your situation, but once you were done, you allow them to fall down into your couch with a loud thud “…It may not seem like much but, I just think leaving this place might be a good start” You look at Sonic, to find a encouraging smile as you try to do something new with your life, to find him doing a thumbs up and tell you something overly cheesy yet somehow still motivating…yet there was none of that. Whatever mask Sonic had up until this point was gone, his face had an expression that showed no emotion at all, just an ice cold stare that sent shivers down your spine

Before you had any chance of asking him what was wrong, he decided to ask you a question of his own “So, does that mean you’re leaving me too?”

Huh? What was he talking about? He could always come visit you. However, you had no time to voice your thoughts and Sonic wasted no time on pinning you below him, almost effortlessly holding both of your arms above your head with a single hand. You desperately tried to get him off of you in any way you could, but that quickly proved to be a herculean task with just how strong he was. Panic quickly took over all of your body, and soon, that panic had led you exhaustion as all your attempts to free yourself were met with failure and soon enough, you had no energy to keep trying.

Once Sonic notice that you had tired yourself out, he looked down at you, no signs of compassion left in his eyes, just pure and utter apathy. “All of you keep leaving me…Tails, Amy, hell even the Knucklehead. You’ve all just decided to go on your own ways and leave me behind. Do you have any idea of how lonely I felt when I was in the Starfall Islands? How painful was it to deal with my entire body and mine getting slowly corrupted, seeing my friends sacrifice themselves to cure me? I thought I would never be able to see them again! And then after all of that, they all have the audacity to just go and ditch me, you got any idea of how any of that feels?!” Lighting struck nearby shortly after, putting you even more on edge as the blue hedgehog on top dumped all of his anger on you. 

He took some deep breaths, seemingly getting calmer, but the ire he manifested just a few seconds was still there, ready to gobble you up like a predator hunting for pray, “I thought that at the very least you would remain here, that everything would remain the same with you…but you’re just as selfish as the rest”. In the middle of his rambling, his grip on your arms had soften up just the tiniest bit, not much, but enough for you to slip out. You seized the opportunity to free your arms and with whatever strength you could muster, successfully getting him off of you, and making him crash against the table, spilling the coffee of his quills. 

You pushed back against any instincts to check and see if he was alright and made a mad dash towards the front door. You were hopeful that your mistake of forgetting to lock the door earlier would come back to save you from him. Yet, as you reached the doorknob, you were met with a horrifying realization 

Clank clank clank The doorknob would not budge, it was locked, and the keys were gone.

If insanity was defined by repeating the same action over and over again expecting a different result, then you truly had gone insane at this very moment. You prayed to the god you believed in that maybe it was just stuck, that it would work soon, you just had to keep at it. But it didn’t move, it wouldn’t. Sonic got up from the now broken table, coffee dripping out of the end of his quills, glaring you down with no empathy for your fear whatsoever. He opened a small gap between his glove and his hand, the same hand you had grabbed a few minutes ago to invite him to sit and chat. Something fell off of it, and he grabbed it before it fell to the floor, holding them on his open palm, letting you see what it was, it was your keys.

“You should consider yourself lucky Y/N…if I were anyone else, I could probably harm you right now…” he approached you slowly, almost like a zombie in an old horror movie. Your knees gave up on you and you slid off the door, sitting on the floor unable to move. Your brain kept yelling to you about how you should be running away right now, your heart tried to jump off your ribcage and make a run for it, yet your body was frozen in place against that locked door, unable to make a move. Sonic was now standing right in front of you, he kneeled at a painfully slow pace, and once he was at your level, he hugged you.

Unexpected was the understatement of the century. He locked you up inside your own house, pinned you against your couch and yelled at you about how lonely he felt, and now he was hugging you, gently rubbing your back with one hand while holding you close with the other, it felt like how a parent would comfort a child over a nightmare they had, yet his unnerving gaze quickly dispelled any illusions of comfort his body projected. “Thankfully, it was just me, I won’t hurt you, I even forgive you for trying to leave me. But we need to fix your little mistake”.

He grabbed your shoulders and pinned you against the door, forcing you to look at him “You won’t move away, right?” He didn’t wait for an answer, not like you could give it to him anyways, you felt a knot on your throat that barely even allowed you to breathe. “You will not sell this house, right?” “You can just return whatever property you were moving to, right?” “You can cancel off whatever deal you had to sell this place, right?”

“We can just live here together, right?”

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PD: Tumblr can be a bit annoying with text!

[elysianhades]

When In Doubt

I wrote this as a request a while ago, but that was before I knew how to use tumblr so really it wasn't formatted well, I have one more that I'm going to post in a minute too!

Lucifer X GN!Reader

Hurt/Comfort

Content Warning! minor body dysphoria, nothing too detailed (if i missed anything let me know!)

There were a handful of times in your daily life when you wished you could get the ‘turning invisible’ spell right, but never have you wanted to more than you have at this moment. As you walked through the halls of RAD, you felt the eyes of hundreds… no thousands of demons on your back. When Diavolo came to you, asking if you could help him with the newest RAD event he was planning, you were beyond thrilled to offer assistance. 

He told you he wanted to do a sort of expo on what the human culture is, so the demons who never have been to the human realm can get a taste of what it was (you swallowed a snort at his phrasing of ‘get a taste’ like the demons here never have tried to take a bite out of you).  What do you know, you are well informed on this particular subject. The tiny urge to over exaggerate on some details was hard to resist, but the thought of Lucifer’s lecture was quite motivating to be honest. The halls and classrooms were decked in decorations that made the school like a college, all for a day.

You would say that overall, you’re not a picky person, your clothes don’t have to match, your hair doesn’t have to be nice, your priority is comfort. Your current clothes fix is baggy sweatpants and a sweatshirt that was three sizes too big on you. The ability to hide in the folds was what got you through the long days in a place far away from home. You aren’t picky. Under normal circumstances, what you see is what you get. Under normal circumstances though, you aren’t being forced to wear clothes that Asmo picked out for you. 

Diavolo insisted that everyone wear clothes that match the style of the human world and that the two human students wear something they haven’t before. Not one to be a downer and not wanting to tell Asmo down, he really was being considerate as he picked out what he thought would look best on you and he tried to keep your comfort in mind, you thought this would be fine.

You pull the back of your shirt down, causing the front to cover more of your collarbones. You groan under your breath as you note you still have over 4 classes left today. Not only did your outfit have no hood to hide in, it was short sleeved and you were wearing tight pants. The jacket Asmo let you wear was for show and not for using, it wasn’t comfortable and didn’t cover much. You duck your head as you speed walk to your next class, willing the heat behind your ears to fade.

“Thought they would be over this whole ‘gotta eat the human’ phase by now, it’s only a little more skin.” You growl, passing by a group of lesser demons whose eyes were locked on your form.

You turn the corner fast and collide nose-first into Lucifer. His arms immediately came up to hold onto your elbows, steadying you as you reorientated yourself. The relief is instant, the stares are gone as you bask in the eldest brother's presence.

“Woah, I’m glad you could catch me.” You chuckle, eyes meeting him.

His crimson eyes are locked on your form, on your posture. You usually are more aware of your surroundings, if only to flirt with him with a cheesy pickup line about ‘falling for him’, there is no humor in your eyes. He can see the way your eyebrows are furrowed and how your eyes dart side to side. 

“What’s wrong? Did someone hurt you? Say something?” His tone is rough, his eyes darkening as his magic flares. Like the idea of someone hurting you is an insult to his pride and is punishable by death. Your eyes widen and you shake your head rapidly.

“No, nonono! Nothing like that. No one has done anything. I’m just…ready for the day to be done.” You sigh, rubbing your neck sheepishly.

His eyes narrow, looking you over once again. You remember his eyes on you this morning at breakfast when you walked in after getting dressed. He looked like he wanted to say something but never got the chance, his brothers jumping all over you when they were awake enough to notice your presence. 

“That’s not what you were going to say.” He raises an eyebrow, not amused. You bite the inside of your cheek in mild annoyance that he was able to read through you that easily.

“It’s nothing big Lucifer, just these clothes.” You gesture to your attire flippantly.

Lucifer quirks an eyebrow before looking you up and down briefly. You could tell he was trying to put the puzzle together in his head, but he didn’t have all the pieces. You think of a way to get what you’re trying to say across without actually saying it, you would die of embarrassment if you had to admit that you felt self-conscious in clothes you agreed to wear. 

Just as Lucifer was about to scold you, about not standing up for what you need no doubt, you were saved by the bell and you took that opportunity to sneak under his arm to head to class. He watched you leave with a pensive frown, not knowing what was wrong until he caught the stares of lesser demons looking at you, and it clicked for him.

—

By the time it was lunch, your shoulders were sore from hunching in as much as you were. You walk to the usual eating place you share with Lucifer (Diavolo and Barbatos would join you if they had the spare time and schedules alined), you feel his eyes on you before you see him and honestly at this point, you wanted to sink into the floor so no one could look at you for a long time. 

You smile weakly at him before dropping your backpack on the floor and collapsing in the chair next to him, slouching as low as you could to avoid the hungry demon's looks from around you. He tsk’s softly before reaching over and laying his gloved hand on yours.

“If you were uncomfortable, you should have said something. No one would think negatively of you for changing clothes.” His voice is as soft as he could make it, with him needing to maintain his reputation and all. 

You look away from him and frown softly, you knew that. You couldn’t count how many times Beel had to change clothes because he’s gotten food all over the ones he was wearing, or how often Asmo changed his to match the current mood he was feeling. The other’s wouldn’t care either, and what you wouldn’t give to have your baggy clothes and huge jacket with you right now.

Lucifer hums lowly and turns back to his food, letting you have your peace for the moment. 

What you couldn’t see from your low advantage point was the glares that he was sending to any demon who looked at you for a second too long, or the unamused look followed by his sadistic smirk, demons knew to get out of his sight before he acted on his urges.

After you had left for class, he had taken to watching the demons around you to make sure they didn’t do anything… unsavory to you. You were his afterall, and you needed to be safe. He thought of excusing you multiple times to come to his office or to send you home to change before he lets you come back, but his pride wouldn’t let him make a scene for something that you didn’t ask specifically of him. 

There were a few times he would make note of any demon who made you especially uncomfortable, so he could teach them some manners when he had the free time and he was sure you were okay. 

You were slowly picking at your food at this point. You wanted this day to be over and to sleep everything off and for tomorrow to go back to normal and how it was supposed to be. You probably won't even do your homework tonight, that’s a problem for future you to deal with. 

“You know that I would never let anything happen to you, correct?” His smooth voice breaks you out of your thoughts.

You turn to look at him and that’s when you see it, something that anyone who didn’t know him wouldn’t know to look for. He’s worried about you, his eyes are on yours, not your shoulders or your forehead. His body is turned towards yours, he’s showing his concern in a way that he can, and that thought makes you smile, for real this time.

“Yeah, of course. I don’t ever doubt that.” The itching fear of people looking at you melted away as you felt his love. You were telling the truth, he would never let anything happen to you ever, not now that he has given you his heart and you’ve given him yours. He wasn’t the strongest Avatar for nothing.

“You know you can also tell me anything, yes? I know I’m not the most… approachable demon out there, but I do want to know if something bothers you, or entertains you, no matter how dumb or mundane you might think it is.” His eyes are soft and there’s a hint of a smile in the corner of his lips.

“I don’t know if I can say anything, considering you already know.” You shoot back playfully, shoving a forkful of food in your mouth.

“Might not hurt to get it off your chest. I seem to recall someone,” He pointedly looks at you “telling me that vocalizing what you are feeling is better than just realizing it.”

You feel the giddy feeling and the heat rush up your ears as he calls you out. Clicking your tongue and rolling your eyes, you shrug and lightly pull the front of the shirt.

“Not my style. It feels like everyone is looking at me and it’s not comfortable. I can’t even look that good.” 

The sound that comes out of Lucifer’s mouth is forever going to be ingrained in your memory. When you turn to look at his face, it's scrunched up and looks mildly offended. He turns to look at you and seems to dare you to say that again.

“I will have you know that no matter what you are wearing you look breathtaking, you would do well to not insult my darling, I would appreciate it.” 

You can’t keep the laugh in at that. You start cracking up. Butterflies are dancing in your stomach and you feel like your face is on fire with how much you are blushing. He sounds so offended that you didn’t think you looked good. 

“Ok ok, I’ll keep that in mind.” You chuckle and shake your head, trying to reign in your laughs. That soft look is in his eyes, though the stubbornness is still there, and you knew he was going to be talking about having more pride in yourself later this week. 

“How do you think this event is going? Is this close to human college?” 

“It’s pretty close haha, it’s a little weird being with you all but with human stuff around. I’m pretty happy with the food. I didn’t know I missed that!” You jump in your seat happily.

It was really nice for things to be more familiar to you, the decorations, the plants- I mean you didn’t have to watch out for any that want to eat you!- the food, oh the food. There’s only so many fried batwing sandwiches or bofu egg milks you could drink without missing a good old pizza. 

You are proud to say that you made sure that they wouldn’t serve human-realm cafeteria food, you explicitly told Diavolo the monstrosities that come out of school’s kitchens and okay, you might have overexaggerated a bit at the point, but who is going to know? You are not going to be in the Devildom and eating nasty, rubber-like, can-bounce-off-the-floor-cheese. 

“If I knew you were feeling homesick over food you normally like, I would have incorporated some in our dinners.” Lucifer’s tone is inquisitive, gently prodding.

“Oh, well, like I said, I didn’t know I missed it until I actually thought about it. If you were going to change the menu a bit though, I do have some suggestions.” You smile at him excited for the brothers to try your favorite foods, even if you are beyond positive that they have had it before.

You missed this, this comfort of him being there. You feel safe with him, you can breathe with him. 

As time went by and the both of you finished your food, you were growing more anxious. Time was getting closer to where you would have to leave this safety bubble. Lucifer noticed you huddling into yourself again and he didn’t like it. 

He didn’t like that he would have to leave you to be uncomfortable while you try to get through the day. He was relieved to see you laugh and joke around with him, that you finally were able to let your guard down. His fingers were twitching with the need to help, he needed to think of something and he had to do it fast. 

You slowly start to put everything in your bag, trying to stall and find a reason to not go to class for the rest of the day. You felt the clothes hang uncomfortably and unfamiliarly on your body, you weren’t ready to go back to being eaten alive by the other’s eyes. 

When everyone starts filing back into the halls and to their next class, you inwardly groan and stand up, swinging your backpack onto your shoulder again and get ready to follow them into the busy school. You are stopped by a gloved hand gently grabbing your wrist.

“Dove, wait a moment.” Lucifer’s grip is gentle but strong, and it grounds you. You turn to look at him, tilting your head in confusion. 

Lucifer looks strained, like he wants to do something that he can’t. His other hand is clenched by his side and his eyebrows are set in determination. He looks you in the eye and seems like he is searching for something, but you don’t know what. 

When he finds what he was looking for, his face very slightly relaxes by a smidge and lets go of your hand, starting to take off his jacket. You are so confused at this point, did you break him? What is he doing?

He reaches out and gently tugs the bag that's hung haphazardly on your shoulder, getting the hint, you let him take it. He gingerly puts the jacket over your shoulders. As he starts to button it up, your brain turns back on and you sputter.

“What?? What are you doing?? Don’t you need this??” Your exclamations are shushed as he holds your hands away from the jacket, preventing you from taking it off.

“You are uncomfortable in these clothes and I cannot in good conscience, let you go back out there while you are feeling like this. I can’t bring you back home to change because that would make you late for class, but I can give you this and trust me dove, no lesser demon is going to look at you while you are wearing that.” 

“Wait, you knew?” Your thoughts are running too fast for your brain to catch up, but the material of the jacket is thick and comfortable, Lucifer is a tall demon so his jacket hangs on you, giving you a sense of familiarity, and there are pockets to put your hands in.

“Did you think I wouldn’t? I’m no idiot, my love. I just needed to think of a solution. Next time, I will be more prepared and make sure you pack another outfit if you are uncertain of whether you can make it through the day in an event.” With everyone else out of the cafeteria, Lucifer is able to give you the affection he couldn’t with all the eyes and witnesses around. You feel your eyes getting hot and you hug him, he gladly hugs back, holding you tight.

“You don’t have to worry about anything, and you shouldn’t wear what doesn’t feel right to you. Whether there is�� an event or not, we can figure something else out. Do not put yourself in uncomfortable positions because you want to make others happy or you are trying to be someone you’re not.” He whispers in your ear, rocking both your bodies back and forth. You both stay there as long as you can and you can finally breathe. 

And what do you know? When you walk into your next classroom, no demon will even look at you, and when you walk through the halls, you are given a wide berth. You leave RAD smiling and joking with all your friends, you make a note to yourself to wash Lucifer’s jacket before giving it back to him.

Lucifer watches you walk home a little ahead of him with his brothers and he can’t keep the smile off his face as he sees you animatedly talk to Mammon next to you. Smiling so wide and with your shoulders relaxed. He would always be there to protect you, and for those who made you uncomfortable… well… Cerberus would be getting some new toys as soon as he was finished with them. 

[phdmama]

Ooh, I love the idea of the kiss meme you posted! I'd like to suggest #11, in joy, if that sparks anything creative for you! 🩷

Okay, this is literally pretty much SOOC (straight out of the camera, entirely unedited) and I even wrote it in the tumblr window?? I don't it's sort of a coffee shop-esque thing (in my head Draco is on an International Curse Breaking Team). Hopefully, it captures something for you! xox

It's an ordinary day at work. Slow, like it always is in the afternoons. Harry's already wiped down all the tables, refilled all the creamers and sugars. There's really nothing more to do and he's had more coffee than he probably should have, but in his defence, he works in a coffee shop. And he was up late writing to Draco. So now he's just kind of leaning against the counter, pushing his broom desultorily back and forth.

These deployments were hard enough when they were just friends; now that they're... this, whatever it is that this is, well. They're kind of agonizing, if Harry's being honest. And he can't even tell anyone because they'd agreed to keep it quiet until Draco gets back, and they can figure it out.

"Harry," says a voice from the doorway and Harry looks up with a grin.

"Ron," he says. "What are you doing here?"

"Closed up early," Ron says with an easy smile. "Thought I'd come see how you were doing."

Harry blinks at him. "I'm... fine?" he says finally.

"You sure about that?" Ron asks, and hums a few bars of Cursebreaking Man.

Harry drops the broom and covers his face with his hand as he groans. "Oh no."

"Oh yes," Ron says happily and drops into a chair.

"How did you know?"

Ron shrugs. "You're not exactly subtle, mate," he points out. "And that last night before Draco headed out, well. Let's just say, it was pretty clear you weren't off to do some grocery shopping."

Harry drops his hands, his cheeks warm. "That was months ago, though. Why haven't you said anything?"

Ron suddenly looks a little shifty but is saved by the bell, literally, as the doorbell jingles as Hermione and Luna walk in.

"Harry," Hermione says with exaggerated surprise. "How are you?"

"Okay," Harry says. "What the fuck is going on?"

"Oh nothing," Hermione says.

Luna opens her mouth to speak but Hermione throws an elbow and Luna closes her mouth so quickly, Harry can hear the click.

"Are there any more of those gingerbread cookies?" Hermione asks and Harry frowns at her.

"In the back," he says and then sighs, because whatever else is going on, Mrs Albertson will murder him if he doesn't actually perform his job duties and fulfil a customer's request, even if that customer happens to be his oldest and most meddlesome friend.

So he walks into the kitchen, opens the tin of gingerbread cookies that just happens to still be out on the counter from when Harry had been snacking earlier, carefully plates three cookies and heads back out into the cafe proper.

"You're pretty lucky I..."

His voice trails off because standing there in the doorway is...

"Draco?" Harry whispers. "Are you... what are you... You're here?"

His heart is racing and his hands start to shake, so Harry hastily thrusts the plate out and someone grabs it.

"What are you doing here? I thought you..."

Draco's not supposed to be back for another month is the thing.

Draco smiles. He looks tired, Harry notes and then takes a second look. Draco's hair is longer, and he looks far too thin, with circles under his eyes and his arm in a sling.

"Figured I'd stop by since I'm going to be back in town for a while."

Harry takes a step and Draco takes a step and then suddenly, they're both moving fast to meet in the middle. Harry brings his hands up to frame Draco's face, runs his thumb over the sharp cheekbones.

"Are you okay?" he whispers and Draco smiles, ragged, but so real and here and something like Harry up like a firework.

"I am," Draco says, and reaches out with his good arm to pull Harry closer. "I'm home."

"That," Harry says as he leans in, "is the best news I've ever heard," and then his mouth is on Draco's and nothing else matters but this.

[kagiura-akira]

i had a thing for kghr parent AU that I wrote based on a video by Brandon Farris but I based it so heavily on it that I don't feel right posting it on AO3, so here's an unofficial post instead that's not super polished or anything

Introducing an informal writing on kagihira's daughter growing into her chuuni phase xoxo

Sitting at the airport with his carry on luggage beside him, Hirano is lost deep in thought as he reads a parenting magazine. So deep in thought that he's startled when his phone starts buzzing in his pocket.

Sasaki Shuumei, the caller ID read. He frowned a little, unsure why Sasaki was calling after he'd just dropped off Asami at his house to play. It was somewhat worrisome.

“Hello?”

“TV broke,” the words of Hirano's six year old daughter were short and sweet, straight to the point. He's never been one for beating around the bush, so it's fine. It's a relief to know Sasaki wasn't calling himself to say that Asami had burned down the house.

Hirano cleared his voice before he spoke. “Hi, baby. Where's Uncle Shuu? Can't he help you?”

“TV broke. How fix it?” At six years old, she was perfectly capable of stringing together coherent sentences for the most part, but Hirano had to appreciate her dedication to efficiency, not wasting her time with insignificant matters like grammatical structure.

“Have you tried pressing the power button?” Hirano asked, wondering if he sounded as ridiculous to onlookers at the gate as this entire conversation sounded to him.

“Yeah, that fixed it, thanks.”

“Okay, good to know. Papa's gonna go now, okay?”

The first rule of being a six year old: the conversation doesn't stop after the first question. At least, not in her mind. While she neglected to fill Hirano in on the steps between her thought processes, it wasn't entirely surprising to him that she had more to say in an unrelated matter.A matter so unrelated that if “How do I turn on the TV?” was her first question, then her second question would be that question's second cousin twice removed's step uncle from a previous marriage.

“How big an explosion would it take to explode the whole earth?”

A remarkably well thought out question as compared to the previous - it made Hirano choke on his coffee mid-sip, burning his tongue. He was hesitant to answer, not sure if he wanted to give her a straightforward answer, knowing there would surely be more questions to follow from there. He didn't exactly have the time to be indulging her in this conversation, either, but he was nothing if not a sucker for the Kagiura genes and spoiling both his daughter.

He decided to be honest with her in his answer, keeping it simple enough not to invoke further investigation, “I don't really know, but probably a lot.”

The pause on the other end of the phone wasn't so much awkward as it was eerie. After a long while, Hirano was about to tell her he needed to go when she whispered to herself determinedly.

“I'm gonna do it.”

He knew well enough that no elementary school child had the connections, money, or resources to build anything remotely harmful on an international crisis level, but his curiosity as to what led them to this discussion ate at the back of his mind. As long as she wasn't literally starting fires, there was no need for alarm, but he couldn't help but wonder if maybe he should be calling his friends and family to tell them he loved them. A smooth voice came on over the speaker in the airport, “Good afternoon, we will soon begin to board flight 577 All Nippon to Los Angeles.”

Good, he had a way out.

“Sorry baby, Papa has to go board his flight. I'll talk to you later tonight before Daddy puts you to bed. Be a good girl for Uncle Shuu and don't cause problems on purpose, okay?” he said. Just around that time he heard Sasaki on the other end of the line, wondering where his phone was.

“Okay, bye bye, Papa! I love you lots,” Asami said, then made an exaggerated “mwah” sound like she were blowing him a kiss.

“Bye bye, I love you lots too.”

Perfect, Kagi could be the good cop to Hirano's bad.

Normally, he'd be one to encourage her to keep going after the first failure, but Hirano hoped that once whatever she was plotting in Sasaki's backyard went wrong, she'd be open to a new hobby.

Like. Dance maybe?

[lostmykeysie]

Hellooo Keysie!!!

I am a massive fan of absolutely everything that you do (You could probably commit a felony and I'd be delighted.) I would not be exaggerating if I said you were my favorite author on Ao3 (It's true, you are.) I take so much pleasure in the way you write. It's hilarious and entertaining, but so painfully honest when it needs to be. I cannot even begin to express how incredible THH and TML are. Genuinely my favorite fic/series on the platform. I get unbelievably happy when I see you've updated with a new chapter and I get so excited when I read them. Your characterizations are wonderful! I'm especially a fan of Remus and Regulus (Wonder what that means for me as a person). The way you portray their friendship dynamic is just *chef's kiss*. Okay, this is getting a bit long now but TLDR; you are absolutely amazing and your fics are amazing and I love everything that you do!

PS: Keep being awesome

no i am a crier you're making my eyes wet :(((((((((((((( i feel really embarrassed and lame you do not have to be so lovely and sweet to me what if i collapse???? what then???

not to be Open & Honest With You but (i'm going on a lame rant on my lunch break so i'll stick this bollocks beneath the cut i'm so sorry you did not ask for this you should probably just ignore me you poor poor chicken)

i enjoy writing this shit so much and i can't imagine going about my life not writing??

which is absolutely insane as a thought because i only started writing fic just over a year ago. prior to that i had never even contemplated writing a story in any form, 0 original thought 0 idea how i would even go about that...

when i was a kid i used to write poems (i can't believe i'm saying this out loud) and even worse when i was a teen i used to write songs (again. shoot me. i do not miss the band days what was i doing i can't believe i did that) but STORIES??? not even in the realm of possibility.

now i have 325k words published on ao3 (i just checked. wtf) and if we ignore everything prior to chimaera & the wolf because i had NO IDEA what i was doing (and you can tell. big yikes. if i cared about being an embarrassment i think i would have cleansed my ao3 by now) that's like 250k words on this silly not-so-little story that i love so much and think about all the time and am having the greatest time ever writing. like it's genuinely a lovely experience. sometimes i write a line or a paragraph and i'm like oh.... i am.. proud??? of that??? i wrote that and it's actually kinda... something???? and as someone with literal 0 talents and skills and interests and hobbies i had no idea how rewarding making something would be? and then being proud of making it?? it's mad

and then on top of that hearing that yeah i'm having a good time but so are other people?? that are reading it? that want to continue reading it???? that tell me their favourite lines and plot twists and get excited when i post?????? and say lovely wonderful nice things to me about my writing?????? what the actual fuck lol. i can't explain how weird that is to comprehend honestly

anyway. i'm sorry for this it was so lame. but thank you for being so nice to me it makes me feel all wonky and embarrassed but in a lovely way and it means a lot and christ alive what is wrong with me i am putting an end to this right now

[euphoricwander]

How's everybody doing? At this point, "everybody" means any one who ends up reading this.

I think most, if not all, people moved on with their lives and are no longer part of Tumblr. I still wonder how this platform isn't dead yet. I'd be devastated if that time comes because I have documented most of my college days over here and shared to the world my deepest, darkest thoughts for years. I've shared monumental and mundane things. It was what it was back then. I totally miss the old days when people write instead of making of reels/tiktoks and exaggerating stuff and clickbait-ing to go viral. Anyway, again it was what it was and it is what it is now.

To be honest I come here almost everyday for a few seconds just to check if people I follow wrote something new and/or gave updates with their lives and almost everyday, I get disappointed because it's silent. It gives me joy to see and read things from people I follow when they share and write something. I appreciate you guys and please know that I read and I listen. Keep doing it. You're a legend!

Life updates:

On work: I marked my sixth year working last July 1st and it still seemed like yesterday when I was writing about it here. (If you're bored and got nothing to do you can find it on my page. It isn't a difficult task because I barely post anyway so you'll find it in no time.) I've been thinking of resigning but can't afford to. I seem more broke now than when I started working. No matter how many influencers/digital nomads I follow say to just quit the 9-5 and try "living your best life, you won't regret it" etc. . I just can't seem to do that. It's just not for me. I'm just thinking of applying for other jobs and I'm terrified. Imagine all the interviews and exams I have to go thru again. Nope. Not again. Deep down I want to leave but we'll deal with that later on.

On relationships: I cut off ties with someone I used to talk to everyday for years. We both have to move on, it (whatever that was) wasn't working anymore and I was growing to hate him a little bit daily but not more than I hate myself for putting him through all that. He deserves better. It's been two months of almost no communication. This is for the best. And yes, I'll keep telling myself that until I don't remember.

On friendships: Being single on a group of friends who have partners takes a toll on you sometimes especially when the topic of the conversation is about it. I hate being the center of attention. I even made an excuse (half lie, half truth) the last time the group tried to get together because 1) I've grown to hate the crowd because of the pandemic and I don't like socializing at all lately, 2) i was actually busy with work and 3) the topic of me getting a boyfriend will be brought up again (e.g. they'll partner me up with our other friend who they all know has nothing there yet they still like to poke or my colleague who has a girlfriend it's getting annoying some times etc etc. I like me single and it's all I've known for years and I'm comfortable with it. Just leave me be!! 🥲

Tumblr, you really are my safe space. Twitter used to be but it's been ran over by kpops, cryptos and politics. I haven't tweeted in six months. I don't feel as safe there anymore. Maybe it's time to make a new one, away from all the people I know in person but it's gonna take some energy and I don't have that in me. I really am losing this game. I really need a vacation. Good night.

[dreamingdarklyblog]

I'm mostly curious about if you had an idea about any of what you wrote until you looked at it? The response seems like you didn't remember any of it. Or did you just have a murky thought that you did something on here and came to see what happened?

Hooboy... Well...

That's complicated.

I sort of remembered? But what does that mean exactly...

Maybe because I was so uhm... Dumb. At the time. I didn't have a clear memory of what I wrote at all. Though I did remember that I wrote something. And something of the general vibe of it.

If you'd asked me to re-write it from memory, it wouldn't have looked anything like that. But I might have gotten the general idea of...

Pretty sure I talked about rubbing a lot

Pretty sure I talked about him pushing things

I thought I might have talked about my breasts?

Definitely told you how he wanted me to post about rubbing

Definitely knew I was really dumb while I was writing it

I was also pretty aware of the process that got me there. Some aspects of what had happened, how it had felt. A lot of the fine details were still being processed when I posted that. But I had a fairly good grip on how I ended up there I think.

Response seeming like I didn't remember any of it... Welllll...

Okay so. Not so dirty secret. This blog is meant for well, you know, entertainment of an audience. So I maaaay at times, lean in, if you know what I mean.

I don't make shit up, and I'm not going to bullshit you or pretend to feel things or think things that aren't real to me. I promised a pretty real approach to this blog and I mean to deliver it. So anything I write, I mean, I just might choose to phrase things in a way that I think might make them more... Engaging to read.

So in pursuit of that, being real, here's me being honest. I probably exaggerated my reaction a bit, because well, it's more entertaining and hotter that way isn't it?

So if it seemed I didn't remember at all, that wasn't really my intention. I remembered some. But also didn't remember a lot more. I guess I was leaning in a bit and played up my confusion a bit much?

[ram-de]

purge and repose

i am faltering... morning arrives and i'm nervous all the same. gonna do some reframing.

here's a thought.

what if maybe i don't want to go at all? like... maybe attending it is too much of a hassle for me and that it would be better if i didn't go. /// nope i thought about it a lot, wrote about it yesterday. so it's at some point of significance.

i'm still nervous. even though i can try to make myself think i don't care about other people, i do. /// you do. but you think too highly of yourself if you think your presence is what matters the most in this occasion.

see, that sounds really fine on paper but I'M STILL NERVOUS. /// i am because. because it's an important thing to try and get my ass out, okay!? i want to change, and it's scary. that's why it's nervous.

REFRAMING DOESN'T WORK AS WELL AS YESTERDAYS... like i know theoretically no one cares and i should just go and just mind my own business and everyone will too. but like. but like... what if things doesn't go as what i expectation...

w-wait.

no expectation. there is no expectation. no expectations for me to do whatever, to do anything, really. it's a wish of mine and no one else. so there's no expectations. it's a blank canvas that i don't know what's going to happen. courage is thrilling, but it doesn't last forever. for the constant of the me right now, courage isn't something i can just ask for and appears as i wish. so... trust me, that it's going to be okay? not all the other exaggerated thoughts and worries that i have to listen. trust me. yourself. i.

---------------------- 20 mins --------------

yeah. i'm faltering again. i don't know if i'm ready to... do this. but i don't know when is the next opportunity would arise again...

okay. i'll be honest. what scares me, perhaps isn't the the fact that i'm going to be anxious or i'll be awkward or something. okay, partially. but i think i get it now. what i'm worried about is not knowing if i'm going to be okay, not knowing what's going to happen, and having no reassurance that i'll be fine on my own. it boils down to this, i think.

because think of it, i'm more easier to move when someone i know is there already. or if someone asked me. or if... i don't know. having a blanket of "you're good to go" and believing in it.

---- 20 mins later - - - - -

I'm walking right now towards campus. My breathe lowkey became heavy. Damn. I really think about this.

Fuck it. If I survive this, I'll buy myself some nice clothes. Promise.

---- 5 mins later - - - -

Heart hearts fast. No expectations. Show up. And just that. I've dealt with awkwardness all my life. I can handle 30 more minutes of it. Mkay? Ughhh....

---- 3 more mins - - - -

I'm so close. I just need to walk upstairs. Would I be standing out like a sore thumb...? Would I be awkward and would I be a bother? Would I be weird? What good will...

AHHH...

Turn my brain off for the next minutes. I'm hella scared. I really am. Do it for me. For me. For the me in yesterday.

---- 0 minutes. - - -

I'm here, I'm here. It's okay. Okay. Now I can finally say this. It's okay. Breathe. It's okay. I did a good thing, didn't I? It's okay.

---- post 50 minutes - - -

I did it. I attended. Though now that I'm there I kind of wished I stayed a bit after presentation so maybe I could talk with her a bit. I don't really know where I stand and the only audiences that stayed are one that seems close to her so... My initial reaction was I'm hella scared. But I can't greedy, one step a time.

I did it. Gosh.

And now I'm over thinking attending and leaving without saying anything. Am I being rude... Hsgshshhs give it a break. I can always worry about it later.

[vanerespira]

I say go, go, go.

Hi, there. It has been a long while since I've written anything at all.

That's an exaggeration, of course. I've written short essays, even shorter reviews, IG posts, legal papers, text messages, more affirmations than I can count, and plenty of quotes, straight from all the books I'd read these past years.

I have also filled many, many pages journaling. Picking a subject and then dumping everything I felt and thought about it onto paper, usually in quick and messy handwriting, and a mix of languages because my brain couldn't just pick one. It still can't, honestly.

But I haven't been writing like I used to. And by that I mean... Like when I was a teenager. When any idea needed to be written. When every song was a fanfic, every event something to be included in a fictional character's life to make them look more believable. When my dream was to be a writer so I behaved like I thought one would.

I wrote a lot back in 2016, though, when I was well in my twenties. I remember the feelings that drove me to sit behind my small, wooden desk (the same one I had had since I was 7 years old) and just write. Whatever I was creating was fine (multitudes of fanfics; I'm still not as imaginative as I used to be), and it felt right to write about it. It was familiar and uncomfortable in an uncomfortable way.

Those feelings can be summarized in a sentence: "You either write or you are never going to find out what you're really feeling/thinking/needing." That's pretty much it. Because feelings, my friends... those are confusing. Especially for us, the people that live so much in our heads that we can't differentiate between anxiety and excitement, between sadness and boredom, between emptiness and chaos.

(To be honest, I had a way easier time recognizing that writing was going to help me out thanks to my 14-year-old self who thought was dying for a while until she wrote about being saved. So there. I already had a 'break in case of emergency' solution the second time around. I just forgot about it for a couple of years.)

And so, I wrote. And, predictably, everything got better. Also predictably, I stopped writing.

And now here we are. Well into my thirties, nervous about writing again. This time is different, though. This time, maybe for the first time in years, I don't feel like I'm drowning. I'm actually feeling pretty good. I'm taking the time to reconnect with who I was and all the joy I dropped in the way of being an (isolated, responsible, closed-up, lethargic, reliable, sane, and insecure) adult.

But I have so much to unpack and so much new knowledge to learn and apply that, well... I either write about it or I'm never going to find out what I'm really feeling/thinking/needing. It's as easy as that.

My 14-year-old self taught me everything about it. 20 years later, I'm finally listening.

It's been a long, long while since I have written anything. But I am now.

Welcome to my blog, friend.

[robinslivingroom]

Journaling for self hep and discovery: understand your feelings

I started journaling in a really dark place, honestly for a bunch of reasons, but mainly I was having problems at school and my mom and other two relatives I really cared about were having some serious health issues.

Before that, I never really felt the need to write down what I felt, but I was on a weird place where I didn't feel like I could talk to anyone about my feelings, but I felt waaaay too much. It just had to come out one way or another, and one day I was so angry and sad, I just took a notebook and started writing a bunch of things I was dealing with.

If I'm going to be honest, those notes were really hatefull and sad, and eventually I decided to throw them away because after that period of my life was over I didn't like reading it or knowing it was on my house. However, I really do think just being able to have an outlet to speak freely about my issues, without fear of judgment, helped a lot.

Nowadays, I keep a journal where I write whenever I feel alone or want to remember a specific moment, and that is definitely one of my favorite things, so I wanted to make this post with some tips to help anyone thinking about journaling for self help:

Don't censor yourself : Write what you actually feel, try to be as honest as possible independently on what you think of that. Weather your feelings seem selfish, exaggerated, or unfair, the objective of journaling is understanding how you feel, and watering down what you actually want to say will just confuse you and force you to bottle up your feelings even further. If you can look at what you wrote later and realizeit doesn't reflect the person you want to be, that's when you can start trying to understand where those unwanted thoughts come from.

Write for your future self: Sometimes in life you just get stuck on some vicious circles, where you know a person or a action is bad for you, but then the moment of realisation is gone and you go back to those unwanted habits. If you feel like you should cut somebody off, stop doing something, going somewhere or whatever you feel like you need out of your life, make sure whenever you have the initial feeling of "oh my God, this is actually not good for me" you journal about when and why you felt that way. Even if later it turns out you gave up on taking action, with time you will be able to identify patterns more easily. If you always feel a certain way after hanging out with someone for example, you can see more clearly how you actually feel about the relationship on the future.

Journal the good too! : whenever something good happens, you might not feel as inclined to write about it because good days don't really feel like a burden you have to get out of your chest. However, whenever you can remember to write down a good memory I highly suggest you do so, it turns your journal into a sort of "time capsule", and whenever you need to be reminded on how fulfilled you can feel, the memories will be there. Something I like to do is collect little things like tickets, notes, panflets, etc. That can remind me of the places I went and of my friends and family.

Reread what you wrote : I feel like this has been implicit this whole time, but it's good to make it clear. Take time to reread what you say and reflect on patterns and emotions. If you want to make notes about what you realised reading your journal, that's really good too! Take a look on what is making you happy or sad and think about what you can do in the future to deal with this situations. And, just as a side note: if you want to write something on the margins, DO IT. Don't let the pressure to have a perfect artsy journal get to you. Write with colorful pen and markers if you feel like it would make it better to look at

Don't make it a chore: if you don't feel like writing, don't. If you do, write however many pages you want independent of having something big to say or not. If you want to go on a four pages rant about the new album you just downloaded or the new series you started, do so. Journaling can also be a way go cheer you up! But if you don't feel like you have anything to say fo a week, don't peer pressure yourself into writing everyday. If you feel like you need more motivation to use your journal, just find something to log in there that you actually like, you can turn it into a planner/ journal hybrid so you can use it every day, keep your lists in there (especially movie/TV shows / book lists, since those normally the ones people get more exited about). You can even make it a doodle book.

If you want some prompts ideas or more journaling tips, here are some places you can find useful on YouTube:

Lavanderie:

Kaitlin Grey

Abbey Sy:

Rashawnda James (linking her entire channel because her journaling Playlists doesn't have all of her journaling videos. She has a really cool series talking about journaling for depression, anxiety etc. And apparently she is a therapist, so if you are having trouble with that this is probably the best place)

I hope you find this helpful and see some confort in journaling! Good luck in your self discovery path 💕

[handfuloftime]

What sparked your interest in Duroc and what are your favorite things about him?

Originally, the approximately two pages about him in Brian Joseph Martin's Napoleonic Friendship. Which mostly talked about his death--and Napoleon's reaction--in comparison to Lannes's, but while I knew a lot about Lannes already, I knew much less about Duroc. So I thought something like, Okay, who was this guy, and why do I know so little about him when he was evidently so important to Napoleon?  And reading about him a bit more, it intrigued me that opinions on him seemed to fall into two camps: depictions of him as cold and quiet and disinterested--the perfect courtier--and the people who seemed to have been closer to him, who talked about what a sweetheart he was. The disconnect there really interested me, and I think speaks to how few people really knew him. (For what it’s worth, his oft-described reserve really reads to me like someone who was naturally quite shy but ended up in a position where he had to interact with people constantly.)

Which brings me to my favorite things about him! In an era dominated by outsize personalities, he was quiet and and efficient and devoted, which is honestly a nice change from some of the more histrionic figures (not that I don't love the hot messes that made up the marshalate, but still). And his devotion wasn't sycophantic--Las Cases says he had "the secret [and] perhaps the right" of directing Napoleon's opinions, and while he's surely exaggerating a bit (he tries to spin Duroc's death as a national tragedy, which is going a little far), it's clear in other sources as well that he wasn't afraid to stand up to Napoleon if he had to. To go back to Las Cases again, he loved Napoleon the person, rather than Napoleon the emperor.

Duroc can be a difficult person to get a sense of, because so much of what we know of him is filtered through other people's memoirs, all of which have their own agendas, but little bits of his personality come through in his letters (Jean de la Tour's 1913 biography of him is the source for most of them). I'm very fond of how he told his father not to believe the rumors that the Egyptian expedition was in trouble: "We're not drinking as much wine as we'd like, but we are still drinking."

The letter that I'm always thinking about, though, is one that he wrote from St. Petersburg in May 1801, less than a week into his stay there on a diplomatic assignment. He'd made it clear in previous letters to Talleyrand and Napoleon that he didn't feel that his instructions (essentially, to give Alexander a favorable impression of the consular regime as a precursor to future negotiations) were adequate to the situation, and asked them to replace him with someone better-versed in diplomacy. Anyway, he ended this particular letter by telling Napoleon:

I beg you to remember that I am at present eight hundred leagues from you and, although I've been well-received here, I am never better than when I am near you. [Emphasis in the original]

Which is such a painfully honest thing to tack on to the end of a letter that was, after all, official diplomatic correspondence.  I have a lot of thoughts about how Duroc defined himself by his proximity to Napoleon, which is probably a separate post, but that’s really the plainest expression of it. 

Thank you so much for asking!

[maisquedesastre]

Elisabeth das Musical as concert 5.07.19 & my opinion about it

I must let my feelings out about this concert so I wrote this chaotic post (maybe even someone will be interested in it).

First of all, this was absolutely amazing. (But I'd be more satisfied if someone didn't spoil my humor before and after the concert, sigh). It was my first time seeing Elisabeth live (before it I only saw recorded versions). Seeing it was one of my dreams. I had to travel a couple of hours by train to Vienna to see it but I definitely don't regret it. I was waiting for this for 10 months, now it's over and I feel weird...

Well, I was sitting in the sector B5, it was something like a 34th row. But I quite good saw scene (I had only a small problem 'cause of the man with protruding ears sitting in front of me) and there were also big screens on which concert was projected. I was focused more on the scene than on the screens, I don't know, it was more comfortable for me.

It lasted 2,5 hours (with the applause and the pause). They removed some songs like Éljen and also they removed one verse of some songs like Hass, Die fröchliche Apokalypse, Wir oder Sie, etc.

Pia as always played Elisabeth wonderful. She was so cute. She doesn't aged. In So wie man plant und denkt Pia stole the conductor's baton and conducted the orchestra for a while! And Sylvester Levay came specially to conduct one song - Ich gehör nur mir. Jesus, it was aofjwmgkwkgjw. Pia is a queen.

I always found that absolute silence after Hass so impressive(?), I don't know which word perfectly describes my feelings, just w o a h.

The orchestra did own version of music in Sie ist verrückt what was great.

Milch. Wogjejjwj, so so so good. So wonderful. I loved it.

And little Rudolf was so sweeeeet. Little Rudolf is the only kid in the world who can sweeten me.

I love Lukas, really, his Rudolf is great. But in my opinion, something was lacking in his performance, I don't know.

Mark was flawless as always. AND YOU KNOW WHAT. Mark caught the necklace from Pia! T h a t was impressive. We know he has sometimes a problem with catching things...

They changed so many things in Die Schatten werden länger. Really, I don't know even how to properly interpret itXD Mark was using a whip(¿) like he was on the imaginary cart, I don't know. I mean, it wasn't bad or something like that but I was kinda confused. But they did quite nice Mayerling waltz. There was no kiss (unfortunately) but it was quite similar to theater versions - Lukas was trying to catch the pistol. But I think that because of lack of kiss some people could think at the end that Death and Elisabeth kissed for only a romantic purpose, not that Death kill people by a kiss.

DAVID JAKOBS AS LUCHENI WAS SO FUCKING MARAVELOUS. I didn't suspect he is t h a t amazing. I was definitely surprised and impressed. I doubted before but after the show, I'm convinced he fits perfectly in this role.

Franz Joseph. To be honest, I thought Viktor is a little younger. In my sector, everyone was laughing at him. I mean, his facial expressions were funnyXD I won’t forget his happy face during So wie man plant und denkt. But Jesus, at the beginning on Boote in der Nacht people started to laugh when he just said "Sissi" and I was like: "pjahshshsa leave this poor old man alone, stop". But besides this, I think that Viktor was veeeeery good.

After the show, Michael Kunze and Sylvester Levay appeared on the scene and JESUS CHRIST SYLVESTER IS SO SWEET AND AMUSING. He thanked in 6 languages (if I counted right, of course; German, English, Japanese, Chinese, Korean and Italian). He said during his little speech something about the lack of time but my German sucks so I don't want to paraphrase his words improperly. And also, he pointed at his watch during going down from the scene to hurry up us 'cause there is no time.

To sum this chaotic post up, it was truly marvelous. (Even if the prices was so fucking exaggerated tbh). It was a really unforgettable experience after all. If I could afford then I for sure went there in the next year. (If someone doesn't know yet, from tomorrow (8th July) from 12:00 you can buy tickets for the concert in the next year (25th-27th June.)

Such a pity that it's over.