#i'm so proud of this set aaaaaa

[applesaucesims]

Whether you want to show your 1930s characters' pride, or your modern gays like vintage style, this is the set for you. It includes seven items with all swatches inspired by pride flags. I know Pride wasn't a thing in the 1930s, but queer people still existed and this set pays homage to them. All pieces are named after different famous queer people from the time.

all items are bgc

downloads + info + credits under the cut

Novarro Shirt

named after Ramón Novarro, a gay actor

masc teen to elder

18 pride swatches

mesh by @vroshii included

Garbo Dress

named after Greta Garbo, a bisexual actress

fem teen to elder

19 pride swatches

mesh by @boonstoww included

Haines Vest

named after William Haines, a gay actor and interior designer

masc teen to elder

19 pride swatches

mesh by @vroshii included

De Acosta Top

named after Mercedes de Acosta, a lesbian writer

fem teen to elder

19 pride swatches

mesh by @gilded-ghosts included

Bentley Trousers

named after Gladys Bentley, a lesbian singer and drag king

fem teen to elder

17 pride swatches

mesh by @gilded-ghosts included

Elbe Dress (MESH NEEDED)

named after Lili Elbe, a transgender painter

fem teen to elder

19 pride swatches

mesh by @happylifesims not included

Grant Outfit (MESH NEEDED)

named after Cary Grant, a bisexual actor

masc teen to elder

19 pride swatches

mesh by @happylifesims not included

DOWNLOAD [sfs] (zip with all items included in folder)

[mitraoki]

daze. (chuuya x reader)

note; @akutagawasbitch love u thank u for giving me inspo to write for bsd again TEEHEE🥺🤍 was obsessed with the idea of jealous chuuya so hopefully this fic did him justice AAAAAA-

cw; not really proofread, reader is a little more feminine (they wear a dress), reader is also not in any of the organizations, suggestive, drunk chuuya!!!

masterlist.

when they said it was supposed to be a party like always, chuuya definitely didn't expect to be met with hundreds of other faces he'd never seen.

he certainly did not expect for you to want to tag along, too. it wasn't like you haven't already - sometimes curiosity gets the best of you, and you couldn't resist your ravishing looking man in one of his best suits.

a suit that you'd picked out for him during one of your dates. wine red - just the way he likes it - traces amongst the silky black fabric. it was tough choosing between a bowtie or just a tie, but he preferred the tie; tucked underneath the vest that hugged his build perfectly. buttons glimmering gold under the chandeliers and a rose that he'd picked to match the one clipped on your hairdo.

you seemed to give chuuya motivation to go when he saw your outfit for the night. a dress that complimented his color palette, with the set of jewelry he'd bought for you one fine day. you felt really proud of how well you dressed (just for him, mostly.), so there you were, strutting down the steps of your shared home, an elegant twirl in the end to show him your completed look.

if you looked closely, you could've caught him drooling. he walked towards you, gloved hand loosely wrapped around your waist.

"i'm so in love with you."

"oh, you. i cannot take my eyes off of you either."

it felt so surreal that his boss decided to have a party out of nowhere, but you soon learnt the sole purpose being gaining new intel from a neighboring organization. this was just his way of thanking them. quite extravagant, but thrilling nonetheless.

"old man has so much time on his hands," chuuya grumbled, his arm entwined with yours. "or maybe it's because he wants us members to make up with 'em."

"hey," you slapped his shoulder playfully. "you gotta let it loose once in a while. i bet he even prepared your favorite drink tonight."

"for real?"

"mhm."

he sighed. "i'm only doing this because i love you. oh - and i also wanted you to see me wear this," he raised his head, adjusting his fedora triumphantly.

***

it didn't take long for chuuya to be dragged away by one of his colleagues. the so called ice-breaking session was currently underway and he promised to be back with you the moment he was done. you giggled as you heard him curse under his breath, followed by a toothy smile when he was greeted by a new face.

you found a seat nearby to wait when you met higuchi, a familiar face you've come across every time you tagged along for small matters (at this point he might as well recruit you here, but you'll leave that decision to him).

"higuchi, right? gorgeous as ever. where's um...," you wiggled your finger around, trying to remember the pale-skinned man you always saw her with.

"y/n! you look lovely yourself," you watched her rosy cheeks turn red within seconds as she fanned them off before continuing. "you mean akutagawa senpai? i was told to wait for him here. he seemed to be in an okay mood tonight, so i didn't want to be the first to ruin it," she concluded, straightening the fabric of her dress.

the two of you continued chatting. you followed her around, being introduced to other members of the port mafia. many of them were familiar faces, so it was nice to call them acquaintances now.

it wasn't until you noticed the back of the hall serving a variety of drinks. your ears picked up that it was first come first served, so why would you miss the chance?

though, there's always one thing you always forgot when you attended parties.

the watchful eyes around you.

you and higuchi lost each other in the slowly growing crowd in the drinks corner, so your first mistake was to assume she was the one snaking an arm around your waist.

your second mistake was thinking that it was chuuya trying to pull you away from the crowd.

chills ran down your spine as you peeled yourself away from the foreign arm around you, eyes glaring up at the bigger figure.

"do i know you?"

his words were only drowning along with the background noise, which only infuriated you more.

how long has it been since i last saw chuuya, by the way? you thought to yourself. he promised he would be back soon-

you watched as a gloved fist landed its first hit on the man's face.

did it all happen in a flash? was it in slow motion? you didn't know, you couldn't tell - he continued jabbing more punches around his face, adding a few more to his chin, his jaw.

you finally realized it was your boyfriend when a wine bottle flew past your face. it was gravity he was manipulating - it was nakahara chuuya.

"chuuya! stop it!"

he froze. his once droopy eyes darted towards the now broken wine bottle, back to you, and the man now laying on the floor.

he let out a frustrated grunt, tossing the bottle to the side.

"hear that? yeah. 's my name she's calling," he drawled, squatting to get a better look at the man. with the position he was in, it was like he wasn't ready to show himself till chuuya left his sight.

"touch her again and you would see your grave next."

restless, you grabbed a hold of his arm, hoisting him up only to end up stumbling from his weight.

he's either going to regret this, or brag about it to me, you thought, you inner self shaking their head in defeat.

"we'll get this mess cleaned up; he's drunk. why don't you bring him home, my dear?"

***

you walked in, with him abruptly freeing himself from your hold.

"honey, you're gonna fall. come on."

being drunk was no biggie for chuuya's strength. despite the different world he was in, he seemed to have heard you loud and clear.

it didn't even take five seconds and he had you pinned against the wall, arms slamming against each side of the hard surface.

"what are you-,"

"i'm sorry."

"wha-,"

"i'm sorry, baby," he finally looked into your eyes, the same droopy look you saw in the event earlier. only this time, it was mixed with rage, confusion and regret.

"okay," you whispered, placing a hand on his cheek. "chuuya, let's see if you're hurt anywhere, okay? then we'll talk-,"

he practically crash landed into your lips, causing his fedora to slip off of his hair, landing with a soft thud against the floorboard. you didn't realize until this very moment that it had been quite a while since you felt this sensation with him.

he forcefully pulled himself away from you, worried you might do so first.

"i.... i just... i need to kiss you."

his words were firm. his eyes flickered down to your lips before looking back into your eyes once more, and you could tell they were pleading, begging for you to say yes.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling his figure in close to yours. doing the honors, you closed the final bit of gap between the two of you, earning a satisfied grunt from his throat.

he pushed you back further against the wall, keeping you trapped within his embrace. his hands now gripped each side of your waist, fingers digging themselves into your fabric like they were trying to find your skin. he tasted like wine - you figured he actually found his favorite on display. his teeth was sinking into your bottom lip. it didn't hurt, but you could tell he was tugging at them.

chuuya let go but left long, luscious pecks on your lips, allowing you to catch your breaths in every interval. his breath was now hot and heavy, his tongue successfully finding its way through, and exploring your mouth like he had been craving for it all night.

that's how he'd always kissed you. he craved for them. and if it were a meal, he would take his time with it, relish it even.

but he also does this when he's jealous. obviously you could tell what he was feeling right now.

you could feel him smirking through the kiss as he heard a soft moan escape you. with that, he moved you away from the wall, gracefully landing you with a plop! onto the sofa.

"you're drunk," you whined breathlessly, finally pulling away. all he did was silently chuckle in response, removing the first two layers of his clothing. the tie made a loud whip sound when he loosened it, as if reminding you to get a grip of what he was about to do to you.

rolling your eyes in amusement, you helped him remove each button of his shirt, sitting up a little to help him slide it off of his body.

he wasn't done with you though. he leaned in closer to you, causing you to lay back down. his lips continued their journey towards your exposed collarbones, reaching at one of the straps of your delicate dress as he pushed it further down your shoulder.

"....i'm sorry i wasn't there when he touched you."

"god, chuuya. i don't think he's gonna dream of it after this," you giggled, fingers tracing his exposed skin. he breathed in sharply as he held your wrist tenderly, kissing it.

"i'm sorry for being so rough with you."

"you did not hurt me at all, chuuya. i promise."

you reached for the back of your dress, but your action was soon cut off by his hands once again.

"let me take care of you, baby. please."

all created content belongs to mitraoki. reposts/remakes are not allowed.

[folklorebae]

𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐀𝐔 - 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐

𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞  𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏 𝐅𝐢𝐜

Cast(s): Actress!Reader & Actor!Suna Rintarou

Warning(s): Swearing, a bit suggestive at the end, reader is using she/her pronouns, girls in pics are just for references, all of these pictures aren't mine (I just edited some of them)

A/n: This is the longest insta au I've ever made. Bcs I just discovered that you can upload more than 10 images on tumblr's web. But I hope it's not boring tho😭

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yourinstagram wanna take this downtown?

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nikizefanya This liquid courage got me way too honest

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ynfan13 WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON?!?

rintarousuna We should explore europe together, wdyt?

↳yourinstagram Ofc, you're the Boots to my Dora❤️

↳rintarousuna Okay, princess

↳aquariusuna WTF AAAAAA!!! SO YOU GUYS ARE OFFICIAL NOW?!?

↳sunafan15 Y/N, I'D DIE IF RIN CALLS ME PRINCESS. TELL ME WHAT BLACK MAGIC ARE YOU USING?!?

↳ynfan14 LITERALLY JUST DIED. FUCKING FINALLY!!! YOU GUYS ARE PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER❤️❤️❤️

rinynfloral I KNEW IT. I FUCKING KNEW IT

antiyn2 Just a week ago he said he wanna keep the relationship private and now look at his "girlfriend". This is definitely for pr

↳ynfan15 I smell jealousy😌

↳cinnamon.ln You need to realise that he got interviewed months ago, darl. People change. Just be happy for them, you're so negative lmao

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rintarousuna あの通りを散歩して街灯の下で踊った

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atsumumiya That's it, I'm gonna log out from this shitty app

↳yourinstagram You're just jealous, Miya

↳rintarousuna You're just jealous, Miya (2)

↳osamumiya You're just jealous, Miya (3)

↳astumumiya SAMU?!?

↳atsumumiya @aranojiro Help mee

↳aranojiro No

rinyn.crew OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!

ynfan16 idc what yall gonna say, THEY ARE THE IT COUPLE

↳ynfan17 AGREED

rareyn Go to Paris for PFW❎️

Go to Paris bcs is a big simp✅️

↳sunafan16 LMAO YES, I JUST REALISED HE GOT NO REASON TO BE IN PARIS😭

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therinynpost RINYN STANS!! HOW ARE WE FEELING RN???

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ynfan18 SO YOU'RE TELLING ME THAT THEY'RE IN LONDON RN?!?

↳sunafan17 RIN WASN'T JOKING WHEN HE ASKED HER TO TRAVEL AROUND EUROPE TOGETHER😭😭😭

ynfan19 THEY LOOK SO CUTE TOGETHER

sunafan18 FINALLY THEY FEEL COMFORTABLE TO BE SEEN IN PUBLIC. IM SO HAPPY FOR THEM

sunafan19 MY SHIP IS FINALLY SAILING

ynfan20 Love is in the air😭❤️

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dreamyyn GOOD NEWS EVERYONE!! Y/N WILL PLAY FOR A MOVIE DIRECTED BY THE ONE AND ONLY SHINSUKE KITA!!

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ynfan21 OMG I LOVE HIM SO MUCH!!! HES ONE OF THE BEST MOVIE DIRECTORS

ynfan22 OMGG WHERE CAN I READ THIS ARTICLE???

↳dreamyyn I just put the link in my story!

ynfan23 Y/N, RIN, KIYOKO, OSAMU IN ONE MOVIE?!? IM DEAD

ynfan24 OMG I'VE READ THE BOOK!! HE'S RIGHT! Y/N DEFINITELY WILL KILL THIS ROLE

ynfan25 You know you're a good actor when you could impress him😩

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tmz_tv Love is in the air for the newest A-list couple. Just a day after made their relationship Instagram official, they were seen together at The National Gallery in London. Link in bio for all we know about their romantic museum date.

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ynfan26 They're melting my heart😭❤️

sunafan20 I want them to last forever

sunafan21 M-museum date?!? I'm done. This can't be real. They're so in love

ynfan27 Rin, could we switch? Please, I BEG YOU

ynfan28 Parents 😩❤️

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yourinstagram *gasp* can you guys believe that now I'm part of these amazing casts?!? Thank you so much @.shinsukekita for cast me in this film *cry*

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kiyoko Yayyy, here we go! See you on set, angel<3

↳yourinstagram AAAA SEE YOUUU QUEEN<33

rintarousuna I'm stuck with you, ig

↳yourinstagram You can't get rid of me, baby

↳rinandyn.daily I WANT WHAT YOU TWO HAVE🥲

sunafan22 OMFG AAAAA YOU GONNA KILL THIS

ynfan29 Mr. Kita ain't playing with the casts😩

lndaydream IM SO PROUD OF YOU!! YOU DESERVE IT❤️❤️❤️

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rintarousuna Let’s celebrate the day you gave up on finding anyone better than me for the third time!

All jokes aside, I love you and thank you for being a good mom to our baby

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yourinstagram She's a beauty, no wonder you keep her all this time

↳rintarousuna Yeah I do gatekeep

ynfan30 IM NOT SURPRISED THAT YOU'RE TOGETHER. BUT 3 YEARS?!?!

sunafan23 PLEASE... I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH😭❤️

ynfan31 God, when is my time🥲💔

sunafan24 MOM?? BABY??

↳rintarousuna I– not a human baby. You haven't seen the third pic, have you?

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yourinstagram Everyday I am grateful to have you. But here’s a post to prove it.

(Alternative caption: 26.280 hours and still counting✨️)

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tooruoikawa *gasp* I thought we were married? I'll make @primevideo fire you. Alexa, play traitor by olivia rodrigo

↳yourinstagram #ynisoverparty

↳rintarousuna Get lost, shittykawa

↳tooruoikawa HEY

↳ynfan32 PLS YOU GUYS... IM CRYING😭

hitokayachi love love looooveeee

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ynfan33 YOU TWO ARE THE CUTEST OMG

rinxyn Pls get married, I'm begging

sunafan25 Ramen date and flowers??? I'M CRYING. HE'S SO ROMANTIC😭

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↳sunafan25 SHUT UP. Y/N LIKED MY COMMENT?!?

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voguemagazine @yourinstagram is our November cover star! For this month’s issue, Vogue sat down with the actor in the middle of her busy schedule. L/N shared details of her quiet life in suburban areas and across Surrey during the filming of “I Know Places 2”, her unique way of dealing with fame and protecting her mental health, rumours that she's dating her co-star, her tricky teen years, and her upcoming films.

Head to the link in bio to get a sneak peek at her cover story in our upcoming November issue, on sale on Monday, October 24.

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ynfan34 @yourinstagram Girl... get some sleep

↳sunafan26 Ikr, new series, film, photoshoot, interview, and now magazine? 😭

↳yourinstagram I need to secure the bag, baby😔

↳ynfan34 AHSHSBDB OMGGGG PLS TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF!!!!

itsyn.update We are so proud of you❤️

ynfan35 You're the coolest😩❤️

Y/N via Vogue's website

Academy Award winning couple Y/N L/N and Rintarou Suna have become one of our favorite celebrity couples; the two have been secretly dating for three years. The reason behind it is because, according to Y/N, she wasn't so sure about their relationship at the beginning.

She admits her initial concerns about dating the Japanese actor. “I was scared. I never dated anyone ever since I started my career. Which means, I’ve been single for almost a decade,” she confesses. “I had this thought like, ‘Are we going to get paparazzi’ed all the time? Should I be worried? What about our job and friendship? Am I not being professional?’”

L/N tells Vogue how grateful she is to have a boyfriend that understands how she felt and always supports her no matter what. However, as times goes by, she is letting the cat out of the bag since she doesn’t feel anxious anymore about “what people may say”.

Y/N also reveals that working with Rintarou makes her feel comfortable and one of the best things she has ever experienced. “I can not imagine anyone could replace him as my co-star. Besides, we’ve been friends for a year and have worked together as Coach brand ambassador.”

Then, the (H/C)-haired actress describes her relationship is as beautiful as daylight. Love to her is “golden”, it’s save, warm, and peaceful. “He doesn’t really enjoy going out too much. He loves to stay at home and feels secure. So when we have a free time, we just cuddling while watching a film,” she shares. “The rest? I’m just gonna keep that one a secret.”

Another a/n: Pls keep in mind that I’m not a journalist or whatever. So if the “article” is cringe or not good enough, I’m sorry lol.

Taglist: @alienvarmint @iwaizumi-chan @rivaiken @tenaciouswritersheep @whorefornoodles @ssc7514 @jeanskanojo @jtaimeurmom @pinksilk @yachisupremacy @33765 @bukopandansalad @jjikyuu (some accounts can not be tagged, sorry)

[extravalgant]

(leans in your askbox like someone leaning around the corner)

Excuse me but did I hear correctly that uhm... .. . . you wrote something about Duncan? Duncan GruncanWuncan? And that you might post that? (holds out both of my palms like a starving child) Could you perhaps.. . . .. maybe spare me a glance? Just a silly willy little peak? Bit of aaaaaa preview?

(nah I'm just playing you don't got to if you don't want to LMAAAOOOOO but if you ever do post that thing about Duncan I would LOVE to consume that 👀 because I love Duncan and I love other people's writing a normal healthy amount)

ITS ALRIGHT BAHAHA I WAS GOING TO POST IT EVENTUALLY!!! nothing too long or big since it was just a couple musings i did about the necromancers in game when i was on my break at work >_^

i have written about him here and a bit here if u do wanna see more heehee hoohoo

since its so short i can share it right here and right now but some parts of the responses (particularly morganthes) might be wrong or i misremembered something just on the basis that i was too lazy to go back and double check LOL

necromancers always have something to prove

malistaire drake, who sets out to prove that the dead can return — that love would conquer all, that he could make deities older than him, older than the current spiral, bend to his whims and wishes. 

morganthe, who sets out to prove that she can master astral magic, that if she can't, then she'll force it to. to prove to merle ambrose that she's still the capable young wizard that was proud of her, once upon a time. that she didn't deserve to be casted out by her peers and stripped of the magic she loved so dearly. that she could spin a better spiral, weave a better world. 

duncan grimwater, who sets out to prove that he is useful. that it's not just the wizard (now savior of the spiral, now arcanum scholar, now arcanum liaison) who has the potential to take their magic to new, greater heights. that he is loyal, that everyone deserves second chances – that he wants someone, anyone, to look at him and see the potential for something more brimming underneath. that he is worth all the effort.

malorn ashthorn, who sets out to prove that if there is no one else to turn to, then he is there. to prove that his stay at the end of the path, where the old death school used to be, was purposeful. to guide and shepherd new and fresh novices, to become the gentle hand that nurtures the knowledge of death and the way it is taught. to stay as a constant, in everyone’s life.

and you... what were you trying to prove? it seems that everywhere you turned, someone was always doubting your intentions. shadow and necromancy were two sides of the same coin, parallels in the way they demonstrated their magic. shadow took and took and took, and all necromancy wants is for you to feel safe, to feel secure. even if it means taking it from something else.

[thetruearchmagos]

Writer Positivity Tag

Thank you kindly for the Tag, @sleepyowlwrites , I decided to take it up!

What motivates you to write?

Well, part of it's the history of it all. It feels nice to think of how many thousands of people across time have been somehow involved in the business of the written word, and I feel that what I do is in some way an homage to that long legacy. One that carries a personal, and so unique, touch.

A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not, maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them):

Uhh... haven't actually had the time to write much beyond fanfic these past few days! Here's one odd blurb I've thought over recently though:

The view from L'Orchidee was panoramic. From twenty five storeys up, it cast its gaze across the bay, whose surface glimmered in the last light of a setting sun. Those who passed through its doors would find nothing less than the best Cagnan could offer, serenaded that night by a full string ensemble striking up a tune. As it was, the only thing Captain Castex could hear was the sound of chewing. "Ahh, yes..." Colonel Francois Moreau, sitting opposite him, rose from his steak with a satisfied sigh, dabbing his mouth with a by now quite stained cloth. Of course, the gaze and shark's smile he cast at the Captain shot down any humour Castex might've been tempted to find in the display. "And you, Capitaine? I hope it is the company that is not to your taste, Chef LaCroix's talents are simply beyond reproach!" Castex's soup was long cold, half finished and currently untouched. A single scrap of bread circled on its surface, which Castex thought of as a kindred spirit. "Both are much appreciated, sir. I only wonder why it is me who you've chosen to share both with. Colonel, again I must---" "Enjoy myself, I hope you were about to say. And why shouldn't you? Tell me, how many months has it been since you last took leave, hmm? Six, Castex recalled, but did not say.

It'll be a while before I get to work on it, bit passes the bar of 'existing' I suppose.

Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them, and what are they like?

Well, Gustav of course, and Higgs too. Fiercely skilled, passionately for each other [eventually], these two have been with my writing for a loooooong damn time.

What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

Worldbuilding, which is awkward considering one of the questions down below! I've been one to imagine my 'Setting' as having a story, a history, of its own, one made up of the stories of the billions of people who've made their lives in it, writ large and gathered in the long arc of history. When I make writing from it, I pick one thread, and a few more, and just sorta bring them to light.

What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

Uhh--- Descriptions? Of environments, features, more tangible stuff usually? I mean, I do it a lot, and I suppose more than much else.

What is something in the writeblr community that is most enjoyable?

People, and just existing while knowing they exist too! I feel like I'm a lonely person, but it's indescribably nice to know that someone else, somewhere I couldn't imagine, is typing out words the same as me, if differently. And sometimes, they even talk with you about things you like, and that's the real ticket.

A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

World Anvil, despite my neglect of it recently, really is a wonderful application for my Worldbuilding stuff! I should get back into it...

A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law, etc)

AAAAAA---

Okay, really, really hard to pick just one. I really like what I've been doing with my histories, of course. I feel like a lot of them, in fiction at least, are... maddeningly easy to understand? Weird, sprawling, gangly systems of cause and effect charting the evolution of institutions, cultures, and technology across a timeline of about 2.5 centuries is apparently one of my callings, and I intend on hearing it out to the end.

[There's also a certain piece of Worldbuilding I love, and which causes me utter unbridled terror everytime I consider sharing it with people out of a stupid fear that it'll make them hate me. Again, hopefully just stupid.]

Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters:

I love every one of you!!!!!!

@lividdreamz @athenswrites @hessdalen-globe @dogmomwrites @theprissythumbelina @caxycreations @marinesocks @thatndginger @moonscribbler

[P.S., consider that my Tagging of you lot for this too!]

[orphiceonian]

fic writer asks: 3, 6, 7, 29 😁

thank you for the asks!!

3. Picking a fave is so hard aaaaaa! If i narrow it down to fics I've COMPLETED, To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield is my favourite! Horizon Zero Dawn isn't a game I've played but I had such a fun time weaving it's lore together with AC lore! I had a lot of fun writing the fic and I'm very proud of it!

6. OMGGG yes there are heaps of fic i re-read from others!!! here are a few that are on my current rotation!!

Heaven's Only Virtues by Yunaan -- A really beautiful FC6 fic set post game featuring Dani/Bembe! I really love the tension in this fic as well as the general mood and atmoshere! how to be a person in the world by bluebluebaby -- My fave Chlodine fic!! so beautifully written and it makes me feel so many emotions !! talk therapy with a ghost by LibertineFlake -- SilverV fic that is so beautifully heartbreaking I recommend it to any and all Silverv enjoyers

7. So so many ideas and no time to write them all AAA. I have hundreds of 'scenes' written and then nothing else whoops

29. Fic snippit you say? well I have dozens of those! This one is from a FC6 fic I started writing that is set post game where Dani struggles with the pressure of being a leader.

When Dani thought of a leader, she didn’t think of the person who looked back at her in the mirror.  No. She thought of Anton in his crisp white suits accented with red and gold. She thought of Clara, with the white streak of hair that ran through her braid and the blue bandanna that was tied around her neck. She didn’t think of herself, with dark circles that had made their home under her eyes since she joined this fight.

Thank you for the asks!! these were a lot of fun to answer!!

[everlastiingiimmortals]

Willow I wanna hear you talk more about babby Jing Yuan because the lil' doodles you drew of him as a kid are so freakin' cute AAAA

Unprompted. Always accepting!

HI RENNI I'M SO GLAD U ASKED AAAAAA

Gosh idk where to even BEGIN. I'll say that Jing Yuan as a tiny child was. wild. Very enthusiastic! It doesn't seem like he's a Foxian or has Foxian ancestry, but his character story suggests that Foxian traditions for "determining" a child's future (setting out various toys representing career paths to see which the infant cub chooses) were adopted by his parents regardless, in which he grabbed the toy sword. Of course, this could all also be rumor! We actually have little idea about what all is truth or not from Jing Yuan's past, aside from his military records.

But I digress- wild child. He was very very brave and also incredibly smart even at a young age, learning how to master puzzles and logic problems very quickly. SUPER restless boy. He needed to be doing something physical at all times, which stressed his parents out because they were both the quiet scholarly type, preferring to spend their days reading indoors rather than going outside.

I don't want to say Jing Yuan had a bad childhood, because his parents did love him very much, but they did not, ah, appreciate his interest in adventure, weapons, and the Cloud Knights. This caused their relationship to become pretty strained by the time Jing Yuan started approaching adolescence. The things his parents were content with and even enthusiastic about bored him terribly, and they could not understand why he would want to travel beyond the Luofu. It's dangerous! He could die!!!

I think Jing Yuan learned fairly quickly how to be independent as a result, as it was from this point of contention that he learned concealment. The way of life his parents led was so unfulfilling to him that he started sneaking out at night, slipping more interesting books between his textbook pages to read in class, etc. He was the kind of gifted child that didn't need to put effort into his schoolwork in order to ace it; top of his class and everything. It was all too easy for him and he was bored. He pretended to give into his parents wishes and study to get them off his back, so they wouldn't suspect his long hours away from home watching the Cloud Knights and pestering Jingliu to train him.

I've mentioned this before vaguely, but it was about the time when he'd be transitioning to the equivalent of high school that he basically just. announced he was leaving to train under the Sword Champion. And his parents blew up. I don't really blame them. I mean, you live thinking your prepubescent teen has learned some sense and is doing wonderfully in school and is gonna follow in your footsteps and you're so proud, and then he pulls the rug over your eyes by pretty much walking out the door with his bags packed, like??? what happened???? what went wrong???????

Of course, he didn't say anything that'd have indicated to them that he'd never let go of his dreams. In that moment, to him it was either fulfilling his life or rotting away behind a desk, and of course he chose the former.

Funny how that turned out, isn't it? :)

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ART THANK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR THE FINN GIFSET AAAAAA IT'S SO PRETTY THE COLORS AND THE SCENES YOU CHOOSE AND EVERYTHING!! I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THE GIFSET AAAAA THANK YOU SOOO MUCH AGAIN!! o(≧▽≦)o ALSO WOW I SAW YOUR MARGARETTE GIFSET AND YES I CAUGHT ON THE NONBINARY FLAG COLOR PALETTE THAT YOU USED FOR THEM!! THE EMPHASIS WAS ON PURPLE, BLACK, YELLOW, AND WHITE IN A WAY THAT'S NOT IMMEDIATELY OBVIOUS BUT WHEN I NOTICED IT I WENT "OOOHHH MY GOD!!" ART, JUST THE AMOUNT OF DETAIL AND EFFORT YOU PUT IN YOUR EDITS ARE AMAZING!! BIG SALUTE TO YOU!! LOVE YOUR EDITS SO SO MUCH!! THANK YOU FOR BEING SUPER AWESOME!! ＼(＾▽＾)／

Sorry there are a lot of caps I just can't hold my excitement because of your amazing edits akshdfshsdf good luck with the upcoming edits and the ongoing anime edit requests! (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

Hi, Aera! Thank you for letting me know your thoughts on the FINN AMES gifset I made. I really appreciate it! (≧◡≦) ♡

I had even more fun doing this set because I finally found a way to make his skin color on my coloring not too yellowish. Like I don't want his skin color to be closer to his hair color and make it look one dimensional (if that makes sense XD). I really suck at yellow and green colorings so I always try not to deviate too much from the original. But I am really proud of the result for this set if I do say so myself. Hehe.

And that Margarette set!! OMG!! Thank you so much for noticing!! It wasn't that obvious but I am glad someone aware that they are nonbinary noticed what I did. (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

It truly makes me happy when somebody notices the subtle effects or details I add to my edits. It makes me want to do better in my future edits. Your message totally made my day!! I'm a bit late with my reply but rereading your message gives me butterflies. Thanks again! And I hope you'll have a great week ahead! (*˘︶˘*).｡.:*♡

[bam-monsterhospital]

the "dork"ening

whenever i remember isobel is a companion you can cart around with you in elder scrolls online, i'm always reminded of the huge deal they made about her when high isle was being advertised. she's voiced by laura bailey, who not only is a prolific voice actor but also voiced the fandom-favourite follower, serana, in elder scrolls v skyrim.

before coming out, zos and any advertising surrounding isobel would always describe her as a "dork". it felt a little weird, hearing the specific use of the word "dork" again and again without further elaboration. Isobel is a "dorky" companion. What does this mean? Is she socially awkward? Is she overly obsessive with becoming a knight? Does she know niche factoids about select special interests?

No. none of those things are the case.

Oh, okay, so what does it mean then? What's isobel's deal, what's she about, what's her personality?

Nothing!

So why the continuous description of "dork"?

WELL. Seems like "dorky" is the new "quirky" shorthand for not actually writing a character.

Which is so weird because isobel has TONS to work with! Her introduction/recruitment quest shows character, shows all sorts of things:

She's a jock. She doesn't like the idea of spending time in a library looking through books. She doesn't seem to particularly like books BUT she does like stories. She has a childhood friend who she would do anything for who totally isn't her girlfriend you guys omggggggggg, winkwink nudgenudge. And my favourite part, she hems and haws and frets over having to come up with a poem all throughout the recruitment quest, but at the end she's like 'no shaddup, i came up with one don't you DARE LAUGH aaaaaaaaa', and then reads the monstrosity like ---ohhhh wait for it --- an actual dORK? WHAT? It's awkward and horrible and she KNOWS, she knows aaaaaa she's so awful at poetry and hates it but wow she still did it and you didn't even have to help her and she puts up with the embarrassment and just boulders on through it and you kinda feel proud of her for doing that when she was dreading it so much, and WHAT IS THIS, CHARACTER?!? IN A ZOS GAME? IN MY ELDERSCROLLS?

But then when you bring her around exploring with you, all adventurer-like (because the game only sees your character as some nebulous 'adventurer'), all that potential is washed away in favour of worshiping the ground you walk on, and we get the absolute. worst. lines. of nothingness.

like this! :

"I can't wait to explore this place! I know, I know. I'm strange."

This single line will not leave my head. It rots me. It rots me to my very core.

In a game centered on exploring where the writing deliberately refuses to see you as anything other than an adventurer who explores, with a function like the companion system where the entire premise (even IN THE WRITING) is you are joined by an npc to explore and the npc knowssss exploration is what they signed up for and is always the exact reason they join you at all...

the writers decided isobel should make this quip about being quirky because she likes exploring.

In a vacuum, the sentence is fine. Hell, it even has the whisperings of potential characterization like "Oh, why do you think that's strange?" and "you're so quick to dismiss it like people have told you you're a weirdo for voicing it before". But we don't get that here. This sentence by itself does. not. work. here. It does not work for the game, for the mechanics of companions, or even the individual "reason" (it's always the same reason) this particular character is exploring with us. That's literally what we're doing right now in this screenshot, we're exploring! This does not work!

Instead this line reads as self-congratulatory and out-of-touch with reality (on both isobel and the writers' parts)... which could be an interesting path to explore, but that's not what the writers intended with this. They intended this line to set isobel apart and above the crowd as an explorer... in a game about exploring.

Honestly it reminds me of the serana line that drops a lampshade on her backstory, making the character come off as "i'm not like other girls" and written by an idiot. That's what this line feels like. It feels like a window into the writers' brains when making this character: like they feel they're breaking new ground and making this character oh so special, when instead they're just playing with cardboard.

I haven't adventured long enough with isobel to unlock her friendship quests (but i have an idea of what circular path they'll go), and there's just so much more about her writing that turns me right the fuck away. It's honestly so disappointing (especially after all the hype-mongering) when we get tidbits of an interesting character who just loves the thrill of adventure and has a big major crush on tolwife lyris. It's a huge letdown.

[pumpkinwastaken]

Been shopping for some furniture today and continuing my slow but steady project of cozy living before i get my own place. [ramble about interior decorating below]

So basicly for the past like, 4 years i've slowely tried to replace all the gifted furniture i got for my little living room/bedroom and getting my own things in there in a style that i really enjoy. I started with a functioning living room but tbh it was pretty ugly. Had a pink beanbag i got so i had something to sit on. Several clashing tables and shelves. My bedroom was just a mattress on the floor, a plastic shelf to store my clothes on and a lill kiddie desk for my computer. Once i started earning money and actually planning on moving out i had the idea that all the furniture should be lightweight and easily moveable when i move out so i don't have to worry about thousands of boxes or moving heavy big things 6 stairs up AAAAAA. I settled on wanting ikea furniture due it me being able to dissasemble it and i dig their wooden modern looks. Around that same time while always having enjoyed simple living I started to deepen my interest in minimalism and what it means to me. I first got myself a couch and a carpet. It was a big stepping stone and something i'm still very proud of like, Woah i got a couch! i paid for this with my own monies!! :OOO Then last year i got myself a proper bedroom makeover. I have a bedframe that's off the floor (very epic) a proper dresser and a lill night stand. I can say a year later it really helped boost my mood and deal with depression. I also bought an actual desk back then for my computer.

Right now i just bought some shelves for the living room and a TV stand. After i've replaced those all the furniture i need is in the same style and something i bought myself. Something i will wait on till i have my own place is probably a bigger couch and a dinner table with some chairs. Other than that I am completely set and ready to move out with what i have and just have everything i need right from the getgo!

But seeing as it will take a few years till theres a house available for me I am planning on painting my living room walls and maybe replacing my grey carpet with a soft brown one. I don't know what color i want to settle on, Most of my stuff is a light wooden color and when i went to Luxemburg last year i got so HOOKED on the lill bungalow i was staying at I am pretty sure I want to keep those colors from there which are mossy green, matted blue and orange/yellow lights. Last week i looked into maybe instead of those colors going for a red/purple combination due to my love for halloween and enjoying the spooks year round but I don't think I'll enjoy that as much as more lighter colors. Though I gotta admit having a minimalist yet extremely gothic look is amazing to have! Anyway, thanks for reading my long ramble on what i've been doing for the past years and my plans to come when it comes to designing my living space to live a comfy life!

[silcoseye]

P6: Lighter And a Safety Pin

info: "It's been years since Silco, Vander and (Y/N) split up. When Silco searches for his old friend again, asking them to help him teach a child he had recently taken in their 'explosive' craft, their feelings for him are reignited. The question remains if he burns for them just as bright as they do."

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8

info: oh boy was this fun to write ;P enjoy enjoy enjoy!! I MADE IT TO 10K WORDS ON THIS FIC!!! I'M SO SO PROUD OF MYSELF!! This is my longest fanfic to date aaaaaa!!!  can you tell I'm a basic bitch basing my fanfics off of songs eheheh I worked very hard on this and asked my friend a lot if it made sense/was coherent (i love u nora <3 ) APOLOGISE FOR ANY CONFUSIONS ;-; i sincerely tried my best to be as clear as possible and hope nothing got lost :D thank you all for being so patient with me <3 I love you all, I can't wait for what you guys have to say about this :) Enjoy!!

warning: nightmares, swearing,  needles, yelling, heavy smoking, fire, alcohol consumption, violence, gore/injury detail, blood, flashbacks ;P, burning, marking, yelling, angst!!!!!!, moments of fluff- happy ending because the author doesn't like leaving off on a bad note ;-;

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The darkness was overwhelming. Overlapping every sense, enveloping you coldly, blinding you. This lasted for a while until eventually, you saw a glowing light behind your eyelids. Slowly, you begun to make out shapes in the light- minimal and orange, like that of fire- gently flickering. Perhaps a candle. You blinked slowly, eyes heavy at first and unfamiliar with this new setting. The image become clear until you were able to gaze down at the bomb in one hand, and a lit match in the other.

With a yelp, you dropped the burned stick on the ground as the fire burned you, pressing your tongue against the still-warm skin. With a defeated sigh and shake of your head to clear your head, you grabbed another match, confidently striking it against its matchbox.

It flared and burned brightly between your fingers, and you brought it to the ignition string. It quickly blazed, the warm flames licking at the exposed string hungrily, swiftly. You drew your arm back, throwing it into the empty cave, and moving back to where the others were waiting,

"What happened?" You dismissed the nervous question beside you, opting to cover your ears. The explosion that followed was muffled against your hands, but you felt it bellow in your feet, shaking the ground. As you pulled your hands back, you smiled triumphantly, grinning at the praises of the others behind you. Confidently, you strode forward, easily grabbing a nearby pickaxe that had been stuck in some dirt into your sweaty hands and walking into the tunnel you had just created with the explosive. It led to a spacious opening, and from the nearby light, you could see a few twinkles of precious rocks and minerals, along with a cave opening,

"Hey!" You called, voice bouncing off the walls, "This one was great! There's-" A sudden rumbling cut you off, drawing your attention upwards. Your heart sank, rocks rapidly falling towards you. Your feet felt like they had been glued in place, unable to move or react. The weight crashed on top of your body, pinning you to the ground quickly. Before any pain could erupt from your body, you let out a strangled scream-

Your eyes snapped open with a start, pupils wildly darting around the dark wooden ceiling above you. You breathed heavily as you felt your shivering, sweaty body move so it was seated, rustling the thin blanket that lay across you and pulling it closer. Several times, you blinked, steadying your racing heart and shaky breaths, before giving in and letting your head droop, quickly supported by your arms as they came to rest on your bent knees, fingers digging into your hair. Another nightmare,

"Again?" You glanced over to the boy next to you, now also awake, thanks to your incessant dreams.

Silco had always been a light sleeper, and you hated waking him and relaying the same events that had plagued your dreams for weeks now to his tired self. With a weak nod, you leaned back against the wall, feeling him move and sit next to you, legs touching, two bright blue eyes boring into you in the darkness. Silco had a bed- or rather a mattress- right next to yours, but you frequently found yourselves just occupying the same space out of comfort or necessity, especially in the colder months. You pressed the side of your arm against his and threw the blanket over his legs, inviting him closer,

"Is it still about the explosion in the mines?" His hushed tone asked, loud in your ear considering how close he now was and the deepness of his voice. With a small nod, you felt the gentle weight of his head against yours, "You survived," he reminded,

"I almost died," Your hushed whisper countered, clenching your hands together to stop them from shaking, "I keep reliving it. It's like I'm in a loop o-or something. I watch myself walking to the rock and yelling at you and then boom- the rocks crush me," You said, eyeing the bandage covering your arm. His hand reached out, running his fingers over the smooth material,

"Yes, but I grabbed you and you didn't get crushed," He reasoned, "Just cut," You could feel his long hair tickling your cheek as it brushed against your skin, out of its usual bun or ponytail for the night "You're alright," He reminded softly, and with another long sigh, you leaned your head more against his. His hand found your wrist, gently enveloping it and pressing his fingers against your vein, feeling as your rapid pulse slowed as he murmured reassurances, "There. It was only a dream,"

"It's just annoying having to keep reliving it," You felt his shoulders move with a sigh,

"You need to forget about it," He answered,

"That's easier said than done and you know it Silco," You replied, shifting your head to look at him. His expression was calm, his face was smooth, and his hair was unkempt considering how much he moved around, but it hung loosely around his long face. You watched as his eyes flicked away from your face and the slight indentation of his tongue in his cheek, letting you know he was thinking, before he carefully moved out of bed, pulling your wrist along with him. Stepping over the large form of Vander nearby, he motioned for you to follow after him and released you. Mimicking his careful movements, you fell in step with him as you found the rickety stairs of the building you were staying in at the moment, "I thought we weren't allowed up here," You commented, and he only glanced at you with a mysterious twinkle in his eye, silently urging you to follow him.

Emerging into the toxic air, you let it fill your lungs quickly as you glanced around the balcony passage up to another apartment. Curiously, you watched him climb onto the roof of it, jumping onto the railing and stretching his long body to grab onto the ledge of a roof and pull himself up. He turned, glancing down at your expectantly, reaching a hand down,

"No," You said bluntly, quickly turning to go back to your room,

"(Y/N)!" He called, making you huff and turn back to him, "Come on!! Stop being pathetic and come up here," He said, smirking at your glare,

"That's too high! I can't reach, I'll topple over the side and break my neck," You argued, folding your arms and walking closer to him, observing how he crouched above you,

"You've jumped longer distances and climbed higher than this," He said back, hair blowing in the wind. With a resigned sigh, you carefully climbed on the fence as he did, quickly grabbing his hand and jumping up, grabbing the roof and allowing him to pull you up. Slowly standing with him, you took his outstretched hand, "See. I told you you could do it," At his teasing, you scoffed,

"Shut up," You hissed, rolling your eyes and walking with him to wherever he was taking you. You shivered from the cold air surrounding you, "How do you just miraculously know where these places are?" You asked, smiling softly at the boy as he lead you to a ledge. He let go of your hand, sitting down and swinging his legs over the side.

The city before you was large and toxic, stretching out far. Fumes rose into the atmosphere over the buildings, disappearing into the dark sky, the moon hidden beneath thick clouds. Your home. Slowly, you sat next to him, crossing your legs and refusing to dangle them over the side as he did,

"I like to think,” He said simply, “ Unlike my brother, I like to use my brain, and not my fists," You looked back at him as he nudged your shoulder with an already lit cigarette between two fingers; an offering. You took it, furrowing your brows curiously and placing it between your lips, inhaling the smoke and letting it fill your lungs,

"Mhm," You hummed, exhaling the smoke through your nose into the air, "What do you think about up here?" You asked curiously, watching as he lifted his leg up and leaned his elbow on his knee, fingers tracing the sharp angles of his jaw. At your question, he flicked his eyes to you, watching curiously, a small smirk playing on his lips. He exhaled with a hum of his own, looking out over the horizon,

"How one day, I'll change this city," You could hear the determination in his low voice, "The people will respect me... And I'll change their lives,"

"For the better?"

"For the better," He nodded, and you chuckled at that. His gaze went back to you, lifting his brows, curiously, “What’s so funny, (Y/N)?” He asked, amused,

"Do you fancy the title King, Silco?" you asked amused, and smirked as he laughed,

"It has a nice ring to it..." he admitted, tilting his head and taking the cigarette from between your fingers,

“King Silco of Zaun?” You laughed more seeing his chest puff triumphantly, "I can't believe this,” You managed between fits of laughter, “Stars, I knew you were fancy, Silco, but this fancy?" you couldn't help the laughter that escaped you. A plume of smoke rose from his lips as he lifted his brows,

"...Fancy?" he asked amused, and when you looked back at him you could see the curious smile on his face. He looked beautiful; relaxed, joyful, and determined. You rarely saw him like this- usually, he only either snapped at those around him or charmed the space between the ears of rich Piltover scum who frequented your scamming areas. He was rarely so happy- only ever with you,

"Oh forgive me, your Majesty, your drama is enlightening," You grinned, to which he rolled his eyes and shook his head, inhaling more cigarette smoke. Moving your face closer to him you grinned, "Don't get upset, your highness I'm just joking around," You said playfully, and laughed again as he stuck the cigarette between your lips to shut you up, muttering something under his breath. “What was that?” You asked curiously, inhaling the smoke and taking the almost finished cigarette from your lips and stumping it out on the ground. He remained silent for a while, and as you looked up at him, you saw his gaze was downcast, deep in thought. Finally, he spoke slowly, deliberately,

"Someday, (Y/N), we will have it all" He vowed, standing and taking your hands in his, lifting you up to stand with him, "You'll see-" He said, holding one of your hands in his own while the other curled around you and touched your back, your own hands mirroring his placements as you looked up at him, eyes wide and heart racing in your chest. His blue eyes were focused on the city instead of you, and slowly, you took your eyes off of him to look too, "All of Zaun, all of Piltover- they will be bowing to us," He said triumphantly next to you, and you felt the gentle, welcome weight of his chin on your head as you slowly began swaying to the silence surrounding you, the calmness filling you from head to toe and chasing away the darkness, chaos and disorder that roamed in your brain.

"How did this even happen?" Voices surrounded you. Echoing between invisible black walls You could barely make out what they were saying, "How did it get to this?" Angry hisses filled the void around you. The voices collided together in some far off cave. Another planet or another world. Far away from you.

"(Y/N)?" Silco’s voice brought you back to where you lounged on your chair. Rapidly blinking, you shifted to sit up straight in the chair, stubbing the cigarette out on the wooden chair next to you. Silco stood across the room from you, leaning against a wall with brows furrowed as he stared at you, "Did you hear what Vander said?" You glanced to the larger boy next to you, brows furrowed too as he studied you. You opened your mouth, lost for words for a moment, before quickly regaining your train of thought,

"Vander, I told you I finished the bombs already-" You tried to say, but he just stood, shaking his head,

"You haven't tested them," He cut you off, "I told you they had to be done and tested by-"

"So what if they're not tested!?" You protested, "They haven't failed on me once before," You argued, watching as Vander stood, beginning to pace around,

"What if they fail this time, huh?" He argued, “What if somethin’ goes wrong? Then it’s our blood on your hands, (Y/N), just ‘cause you didn’t want to do somethin’,” You glared at his words,

"They won't fail, Vander,” You said coldly, “Stars, it's like you don't fucking trust me anymore," You scoffed, standing so suddenly the chair almost fell backwards behind you, "What? I fuck up once in the mines and I'm- I’m a liability or something?" You said, defiantly matching the older boy's glare as he moved to tower over you, standing only a few inches from your face. You could feel his warm breath against your face, but you wouldn’t relent,

"You’re not leavin’ Benzo's side ‘till you successfully test those bombs- I'm serious, (Y/N)" He said as you opened your mouth and tried to argue back, “When I get back, they better be done and ready, or you’ll have to find somewhere else to stay for the night,” He threatened, leaving with a huff. Once his back was turned, you rolled your eyes, throwing yourself back into the chair and grabbing the pack of cigarettes off a nearby table, sparking up a match and lighting the end of one of them. After taking a sharp inhale it was plucked from your fingers and placed between Silco's lips. He had now walked over to you, and stood by your chair, taking a calm drag and handing it back to you,

“He can’t be threatening me like this,” You muttered bitterly, taking a drag yourself angrily,

"Why haven't you tested them yet?" He asked curiously, leaning against the side of the chair as you rubbed your forehead,

"The accident at the mines..." You said softly, hearing him sigh next to you, "Don't dismiss me. I c-”

"I'm not dismissing anything,” He said quickly,

"Then why did you sigh?”

"I hate seeing you this bothered about something like this. You should tell Vander-”

"You think he cares!?” You scoffed, turning to look up at him with a slight glare, “The only thing he cares about is that I can make explosives, that's it. He doesn't give a shit about the fact that I can't sleep because I keep thinking those stupid rocks are going to crush and kill me” You said, sticking the cigarette back between your teeth,

"He's usually asleep,” He said, taking it from your mouth and placing it into his,

"You're not helping, Silco," You muttered out through gritted teeth, standing sharply, "Anyways- you're wasting my time. Haven't you heard? I'm bound to Benzo until I ‘perfect my craft’ and test those fucking bombs," You rolled your eyes, moving to exit the room. He quickly grabbed your hand, spinning you around to face him. You came to a halt before him, eyes shining and brimming with angry tears. He calmly took the cigarette from between his teeth and placed it back in your mouth with a small smile,

"Good luck. I believe in you, (Y/N)," He said, patting your cheek. His words laced with the putrid smoke of the cigarette fanning across your face. And with that, he let you go and followed out the door after Vander, disappearing.

Blinking rapidly to ignore the warmth that filled your cheeks, your tears gone, leaving you with damp eyes, you returned to Benzo's workshop and distracted yourself with the bombs. For some time now Silco had… a strange and profound effect on you. You'd watched him roll his eyes in annoyance a thousand times over, but recently it had made your heart race in your chest and your palms get sweaty. You had heard him speak so much, but recently, whenever he uttered your name, you felt like collapsing right there and then. You hated to say it but you had... Feelings for him. But, of course, he wouldn't feel the same way.

Silco always wanted more out of life. It's no secret he would likely see you as not good enough for him- you were just a person he lived with, and you saw the people he would flirt with at the numerous parties and raves you would frequent in the Lanes. None of them where ever you. The attraction would only ever be one-sided, and circumstantial. Simply.

Silco was also entirely focused on creating the Nation of Zaun. Tired of Piltover turning their blind eye on the struggling undercity and treating its people like scum, you had no other choice than to rebel. It just so happened Silco and Vander became the leaders. Rousing the crowds against the Topsiders and planning the fight for your independence. A shared, beautiful dream- a dream that he was utterly devoted to.

Before long, your bombs were tested and reported back to Vander upon his arrival back home. He barely thanked you, grunting something under his nose and swiftly leaving again, leaving you sulking, alone in the house.

Fiddling with a few pieces of metal you had around- linking and unlinking them from chains you had picked up, you glanced up as the door opened again. Silco stumbled in. His hair, which was usually gathered in a loose ponytail, was falling out of its place around his face, blue eyes hazy. He swayed gently from side to side as he attempted to stand straight, eventually leaning against the door frame and gazing at you. A light pink dusted his cheeks, and the first few buttons of his collar had been unbuttoned. Silco was certainly the most well dressed in your group, caring far more about his appearance than the others, who simply dressed out of convenience. You tilted your head, eyeing the green bottle in his hands,

"You're back early," You mused, smiling back at him,

"Come with me, (Y/N)," His speech wasn’t entirely clear, a slight slur to his speech. He held a hand out for you to take, “I want to show you something,” He said cryptically. Slowly you stood, approaching him and taking his hand in yours. It was soft, except for the scars and a few fresh cuts on the back of his hand,

"Did you get into another fight?” He nodded, taking a long drink from the bottle and pressing it into your hands. You eyed it, lifting it up to the light as you walked outside with him and swishing around the remnants of the beverage inside. You brought it up to your nose and winced at the strong alcoholic smell emanating from it with a grimace. You looked over to your drunk companion, "Did you win?" you asked curiously,

"I always win," He said, teeth flashing as he sent you a smug grin. You laughed,

"So this is a celebratory drink?" You asked, shaking the bottle making the liquid audibly slosh around in it. He nodded again, this time humming lowly,

"And I'm rescuing you before Vander comes for you again," He huffed, rolling his eyes, "He's being an asshole again,"

"When is he not?" You asked, making him laugh and grip your hand tighter in his, pulling you along through the crowded Lanes, now that the sun was beginning to set, “What set him off this time?” You asked, and watching him shrug and roll his eyes in annoyance, gently squeezing your hand,

“Fuck knows,” He muttered, pulling you along. For a moment, you fell silent, focusing on following him through a particularly thick crowd that appeared,

"Where are you taking me?" You asked when he was finally close by again, "And should I even trust you?" You asked, raising your brows as he stumbled and just barely caught himself from falling over. You laughed slightly at his drunken antics and moved a hand to hold his arm as well, "Stars, how much did you drink, Silco? You're only tiny... Don't tell me Vander let you get this wasted," He scoffed,

"I can easily out-drink Vander," He said with a confident smirk,

"Maybe in your dreams," You said playfully, making him a glare, "Silco, he is twice your size in every way. There's no possible way you would be able to take him on in a drinking competition- you remember last time?" You said, "I don't... Stars, how did we even get home that night..?" You chuckled to yourself, glancing at your companion who had gone quiet and let go of you, "Silco?" You asked as he suddenly stopped walking. Stopping too, you glanced over your surroundings and noticed you were now in an alleyway scarce of people. Those who were there simply watched you but didn’t approach, wary of your companion and his reputation in the Lanes. You turned your gaze and watched him walk down another alley, touching the wall of a building to steady and support himself as he disappeared behind the wall, “Silco?” You repeated, following him and groaning, “Silco, get out of the trash- I’m not going to sleep anywhere near you if you smell like trash again,” You said, folding your arms and watching as he moved to a pile of trash beneath a trash shoot and begun digging through it. You audibly cringed, “You’re sleeping outside again,” You huffed, but nothing seemed to be getting his attention. With an eye roll, you walked over to him, watching as he picked up a shiny object from the trash pile, “What, are you a crow now?” You asked, amused, and gently nudged his crouched form with your foot. He finally looked up at you and you couldn’t help but smile warmly.

He looked like the boy you remembered seeing all those years ago when you were so young. Those same curious, round blue eyes boring into your form curiously as you huddled under whatever scraps you could find shelter from the cold. So young and innocent.

Silco and innocent didn’t belong in the same sentence anymore. As handsome and young as he looked, your eyes grew wide at the sudden appearance of a spark between you two. A real one. He pressed on the contraption again, admiring the sparks it gave off,

“Lighter,” Is all he said, standing and holding it out for you to take into your hands. You hummed, looking it over, and repeating ‘lighter’ to him. Flicking it revealed it was still functional- likely just out of fuel. Your suspicions were confirmed when you managed to open it and noticed the almost empty fuel cartridge. Whoever threw this out was clearly some idiot with a tiny brain who didn’t know how a lighter worked. Waste of money for them, but a gain for you. With a small hum, you grabbed the bottle, and with great care, poured in some of the remaining alcohol, all the while being watched by your drunk friend,

“Try it now,” You handed it back to him after closing the cartridge, and whipping off the remaining alcohol on your clothes. You smiled as the lighter, once he flicked it, gave off a constant flame,

“You fixed it,” He said surprised, following you out of the alleyway,

“It’s easy to fix that which is not broken,” You looked at him, transfixed by his suddenly warm gaze. His eyes were still hazy and glazed over, and clearly, he was still drunk, “Besides, fixing things is easy,” You said, but the rest of what you wanted to say was lost on your tongue as he loomed over you, looking down at you for a long moment. You were stopped, standing outside of the alley and staring at each other for a moment, unspeaking. That was until you felt the cool lighter pressing into your hands. Momentarily breaking your trance, you glanced back up at Silco, watching as he nodded his head to the side, in a silent request for you to follow him.

Now firmly gripping the lighter to stop your hands from shaking, you followed him curiously. Silco’s brain was already a mystery to you sober, but drunk? If you could decode anything, you deserved to be hired as a detective on the spot. But now, you honestly could not say where he was leading you and with what intentions, and that said a lot. You grew up in these lanes. How did he always miraculously just find areas you had no idea existed until right now?

You looked around the open area. It appeared to be a river filled with toxic waste from either of the cities, stretching out far into the horizon, the black water easily reflecting the lights of the city. It looked beautifully dangerous. You blinked quickly,

“How did you-” Turning quickly, your eyes widened as you saw he was already climbing up a nearby rooftop, “Silco get down from there!! Silco! You’re going to hurt yourself, you menace- ugh-” You groaned, quickly following after him and trying to grab his leg. Moving just out of the way, you groaned in frustration, “Silco!!” You yelled. His head poked out from where he was on the roof, and he stuck his tongue out before disappearing, “Silco, you rat, come back!” You yelled, groaning as you shakily got onto the same trash can he had used to get up, stuffing the bottle into a larger pocket on the inside of a jacket you were wearing. You reached up, grabbing the metal ledge and attempting to pull yourself up. Not having the same strength caused you to wince, letting go of the ledge and falling back with a clatter on the bins, “Come back and help me! Don’t leave me here,” You said, biting your cheek as your tone changed to pleading, “Silco?” You asked, worriedly now as he didn’t respond. Your eyes widened with hope as you saw him peeking down at you again,

“You seriously can’t get up here?” He asked, and you glared as he raised his brows,

“I’m not strong and my arms hurt- did you forget my injuries,” You said, and glared as he laughed, “Get down here,” You demanded, glaring more as he moved to reach his arms down to you, “No, no, no, I’m not going up, you come down,”

“Aw, come on (Y/N),” He said with a grin, “The view from here is so much better. You’ll love it,”

“I don’t care about the view, Silco, I care about you s-so that you don’t get hurt,” You finished quickly, blinking rapidly at your words, and folding your arms together. Seeing him begin to move back you called his name desperately, to which he laughed again and reached his hands down once more,

“Come on (Y/N),” He insisted, “Trust me on this,” He added. Slowly, you reached your arms back up, carefully jumping up off the bin and gasping as he grabbed onto your arms, pulling you up like you weighed nothing. For being so thin, you often forgot Silco still had some strength. Certainly, nothing compared to Vander or Sevika, or even Benzo, but he was still strong- stronger than you. Gasping for air, your eyes glanced up to see him smiling at you, crooked teeth on display, “See? You did it!” He said proudly, shaking your shoulder before he turned and walked along the roof, producing a cigarette from one of his pockets,

“Silco, do I need to put a leash on you?” You called, quickly composing yourself and quickly following him so that you didn’t lose him. You sighed as you followed him, catching up to him eventually. “You know where you’re going at least?” You asked and sighed as he didn’t respond again. You quickly realised it was useless to try and communicate anything with him, and gave up, “You’re awfully quiet,” you decided to point out, watching as he slowed to a stop, now on a higher rooftop, and sat down. Joining him, you focused on trying to calm yourself.

Glancing over at him, you noticed he was reaching for the bottle sticking out of your pocket. Quickly snatching it into your hands and moving it out of his reach, you laughed softly at his frown, or rather pout,

“Don’t even try- you’ve had more than enough and I’m not dragging you off of here when you pass out,” You said, and when he leant over you to reach for the bottle again, your eyes widened, pressing a hand to his shoulder and gently pushing to stop him. He easily moved back with an annoyed roll of his eyes, which surprised you. From the numerous arm wrestles you’d entertain yourselves with on slow days, and his previous display of strength, easily pulling you up onto the roof, you knew he was strong. It made you feel warm inside knowing he would so easily just relent to you. You watched him calmly lean his arms back, looking over the waters ahead,

“It’s quiet here,” He said softly, voice quiet and soft. You hoped he was starting to sober up. With a small nod, your own gaze looked to the water. You dared to lean your head out and look down at the pier you had been standing on a moment before, peering at your face reflected in the murky liquid bellow, as well as the muddy soles of Silco’s boots next to you. With a hum of agreement, you lifted your head up to see him, now holding the burning lighter in his hands,

“Be careful with it,” You said, “You did find it in the trash,” You reminded, watching the steady orange flame, then glancing up at his face. In the dimming light, it illuminated his face in a warm glow, the bright flame reflecting in his pupil mysteriously as he stared, transfixed. For a moment, you allowed yourself to watch him, before sticking your hands in your pockets to find something to eat. You usually kept bits in your pockets so you could eat them later-

A sudden prick to your finger caused you to yelp in surprise, and you heard the lighter click off as you drew the finger from your pocket and into your mouth to staunch the drop of blood. With a small frown, you reached into your pocket, pulling out a safety pin that hadn’t been pinned back. Hearing Silco tsk besides you brought your attention to him,

“What?” You mused, taking your finger from your mouth and examining the dot of red liquid on the pad of your finger, “The pin wasn’t in safety mode,” You said playfully. Glancing at the older boy, you saw he was looking down at your finger too, before quickly averting his gaze to the lighter in his hand. You may have been mistaken due to the low light but his pale cheeks flushed for a moment, and his tongue darted out to wet his lips. Your eyes widened and you looked at the pin in embarrassment, trying to ignore the thoughts that had suddenly entered your brain. Licking off the once again pooling blood, you started to clip the pin back into place before stopping, an idea breaking through your embarrassment. You looked back to him, curiously,

“Silco?” You asked, not looking at him, “What if we got marks together?” You asked, looking at him. You smiled, amused as he stared at you with wide eyes, “Just small ones- like tattoos! Like, something that we’ll always remember each other by,” You suggested. You lifted up the safety pin and grabbed the lighter from him, flicking it on and putting the sharp tip into the flames to sterilise it,

“Matching burns, you mean?” He asked uncertainly, though he was clearly intrigued, having shifted his whole body to watch you curiously. You nodded,

“Mhm, like… Maybe on our palms?”

“No, that’ll easily get infected,” He said. At least he wasn’t denying your idea fully. You hummed, thinking,

“Then where?” You pondered, looking up at him. You watched as he looked down at his hand, turning over his palm and examining his already scar littered hand, marks of numerous knife fights- victorious or not; some fresh, some now- covering the surface as he searched for a spot untouched by the violence he experienced daily,

“Here?” He pointed to the side of his hand near his pinky finger, dragging a finger back and forth along his skin. It would cross against the other scars, but it would do. You nodded, glancing at your own hand and humming,

“This will hurt,” You reminded him after a while, watching the needle begin to glow red with heat. You glanced up at him, watching as he took a swig from the bottle you had specifically moved away from him so he couldn’t reach it. The smirk and wink he gave you as he caught your stare before taking another sip made your stomach flip, and you had to look away and pray the lighter wouldn't illuminate your blushing cheeks to him, “Okay, give me your hand,” You said a few moments later, watching as he moved the bottle away and stretched his hand out in front of you.

Clicking the lighter off, you quickly pressed the needle against his skin and listened as he sharply inhaled beside you, hand reaching out to your arm and squeezing tightly. You let him, simply blushing at the sudden closeness, even letting his head drop against your shoulder once you pulled the needle away. Clicking on the lighter again and picking up his hand in yours, you muttered an apology as you examined the mark,

“That’ll look cool when it heals,” You assured, reaching up and gently patting the side of his face, watching as he straightened, looking at the new scar,

“It burns,” He said with a frown,

“We’ll run it under cold water when we get home,” You said, before handing him the safety pin and lighter, watching as he repeated the process you had done just a moment ago,

“It’s gonna be on your skin forever,” He said, watching you,

“I know,” You assured, “It’ll be cool. Besides, I’m not in this alone,” You said, glancing at his hand that bore the mark, “And it’s not the first burn I got, and it won't be the last,” You said, running a hand over your arm. From not being careful, or not paying attention, you accumulated multiple dark burn scars along your arms- always eager to freak out other street kids with them and tell tales of creatures that came for you that you bravely fended off. You always had a natural charm for children that Silco and Sevika both teased you about endlessly, but you personally found it sweet. You were all in this shit together- if you could provide some entertainment for the younger ones, it was a pleasure,

“Hmmph,” He grumbled, unsatisfied by your answer, “Have some of that. It doesn’t hurt as much as it would sober,” He said, eyes darting from the needle to the glass bottle beside you. Rolling your eyes, you picked it up, glancing at the liquid in the green glass and bringing the bottle to your lips. Fighting off the urge to cringe at the heavily alcoholic scent, you took a large mouthful, coughing and cringing once you swallowed,

“Fucking stars above that is rancid,” You choked, and glared as Silco laughed, “No wonder you’re this wasted. Silco- what is this? Pure gasoline?” You asked,

“Hah- wouldn’t you like to know,” He said with a grin, looking back at the needle,

“That’s why I asked, Rat boy,” You sniffled, but bravely took another sip, immediately regretting it. Coughing and spluttering again as you slammed the bottle down you spat harshly at the water bellow, “Fuck- we really don’t have anything to wash that down with?” He shook his head, “How are you alive right now?” You asked as you sat back down, shuddering at the taste that still lingered in your mouth,

“Practice makes perfect,” He said, glancing up at you and grinning at your disgusted expression, “Come here,” He said gently, and you noticed the needle was now glowing brightly once again. Gingerly reaching your hand out, you felt your heart beginning to race in your chest as he clicked the lighter off and submerged you in almost complete darkness again. The realisation of what was about to happen both excited and terrified you, paired with the anticipation of now being in the dark, you exhaled softly,

“Will it- FUCK!” you yelped, unprepared for the sharp sting that hit your skin. Quickly, he reached for you, gripping your wrist to keep your hand from moving. You shut your eyes tightly, tilting your head away and letting out a small wince of pain, but felt pleasantly surprised at the feeling of his hand gently caressing your wrist. Finally, he took the needle off and let you go, allowing you to gently cradle your sore hand, “Fuck that- that was so much more painful than I expected it to be,” You said shakily, and glanced down at the red mark, feeling him remove the needle

“You were the one who suggested this,” Silco reminded, clicking the lighter back on and examining your hand carefully, “No turning back now,” He added, and you glared,

“I know,” You huffed, letting out a small wince as you moved your hand unintentionally, “And you agreed,” You smiled softly,

“How unfortunate for myself,” He hummed, returning your smile, and moving his fingers to gently skim against your hand, “It appears we’re bound together now. Forever,” He added, a playful glint in his eye. Laughing out of happiness, you looked back at your hands, watching as his fingers soothingly dragged across your skin. When they came too close to the scar, you audibly winced,

“Too close,” You hissed in pain. You heard him tsk and let go of you, drawing back,

“Come here,” He muttered, and you glanced at him to see him opening his arms as an invitation to hug him. You shuffled closer to him, allowing him to gently hug you close to him. It was comforting, especially now, and rare. Although you usually slept together and woke embracing, actually hugging Silco like this was uncommon. He hated the closeness. He barely allowed you to do so soberly and consciously. When drunk like this, he was much more lenient, but it still pleasantly surprised you that he initiated this hug. Big words... Your head was spinning, letting you know your own sobriety was rapidly disappearing. You heard him mutter something, but feeling too comfortable and suddenly very sleepy in his arms, you simply hummed and shut your eyes, face pressing into his chest,

“Can I seriously ask what was in that bottle?” You asked after a few moments of silence, smiling at the warmth of his body against your cheek, “I wanna know if I’m gonna be hacking it all up tomorrow or just dying,” He chuckled, and you could feel the vibrations against your face,

“You didn’t answer my question, (Y/N),” He said, and you glanced up at him, “I asked if you were happy,” His soft tone surprised you, and you shifted so you could look up at him, face now touching his shoulder,

“Happy? Course I’m happy,” You said, your voice becoming muffled as you pressed your face into him again. If he was willingly offering to hug you, you weren’t going to waste the opportunity, “I’m always happy whenever I’m with you,” You wouldn’t admit it soberly, but your drunk confidence clearly began shining through,

“Is that so?” He asked, amused at your bold declaration. You nodded your head against him with a satisfied hum and glanced down as he took your injured hand into his own injured one, drawing them close to examine the matching marks,

“I guess we have to stick to each other forever,” You said, “I think these scars are permanent,”

“They certainly are…” Silco said softly, and as you shut your eyes, dozing off, you could swear he pressed a kiss to your fingers. Or just squeezed your hand. How could you tell- you were too sleepy to care.

“(Y/N)?” A voice, breaking through the darkness, “Stars why aren’t you waking up?” A whisper, “(Y/N)!?” A plea. A yell. An incoherent yell, “Get them up- we need to leave now,” Desperation. Your body felt like a feather, or as if it had been plunged into water, gliding off the cold floor and into the vast emptiness.

“I don’t like what Vander’s doing…” Silco muttered, on the floor in front of your bed while you sat on top of it. It had been a few weeks since the two of you had given yourselves the matching marks, which had begun to heal quite well- yours slower due to you constantly fidgeting and picking at the scabs, but with Silco periodically smacking your hand away as a reminder not to, it was looking promising. You cherished the painful mark, a small reminder of him at all times,

“What is he doing now?” You mused, picking at the skin around your fingernails, “And besides, when have you ever liked listening to anyone else but yourself?” You said playfully, shoving his shoulder gently with your foot, “Let alone Vander, of all people,”

“That’s not the point… It’s… He’s changing,” He said, leaning his head back against the bed. His eyes moved from you to the ceiling, lost in thought,

“How?” You asked curiously, dropping your hands to lean on your knees and watching him. He moved back, humming and beginning to tap his fingers against his leg gently,

“Don’t know. Mentally I suppose. The other day, he lost a game of cards to a known cheat. He didn’t beat him, or threaten him- he just walked off. Then when he caught me trying to get the money he lost back from the boy, he just dragged me off and told me to leave him alone,” He shook his head, “Blabbering something about how we’re ‘better than this, Silco’, and ‘not everyone we meet is an enemy, Silco’, and ‘we shouldn’t fight our own, Silco’” He scoffed, baring his teeth, growing in anger with each sentence, “It’s ridiculous,”

“You didn’t bring Sevika along?” You said, raising your brows, “That’s your biggest mistake. She knows her shit with cards, and frankly, she wouldn’t let him cheat her. She’s too good,” You focused on your nails again, picking at some dirt beneath them. Silco huffed from below you, standing sharply,

“It wasn’t about winning a game of cards, it was about taking back what was unfairly stolen from him, (Y/N),” He snapped, beginning to pace slowly around the room in measured steps, “He just let that cheat walk over him and didn’t retaliate… It isn’t fair,” He muttered on. You watched his slender fingers withdraw a knife from where he had it strapped to his hip and flip it through his fingers, careful of the blood-stained blade, “Had it been me he cheated, he wouldn’t have made it out alive…” Silco hissed, “Vander is growing weak,” he settled, watching the blade moving in his hand in expertly practised movements,

“You have been spending too much time with Sevika,” You said, rolling your eyes as you moved to find a cloth to clean his knife with,

“(Y/N) you can’t deny that I’m wrong!” He said, exasperated, “He’s… Changing! You’ve seen it too!” He said, running a hand through his unkempt hair. If only he let you brush it, “He brings you food and asks if you’re okay and talks to you. He never used to do that,” He said,

“You mean to tell me you’re worried that he’s being caring to the people around him?” You asked, raising your brows,

“He’s becoming soft…” He said coldly, eyes narrowing, “And weak,”

“Soft doesn’t mean weak,” You tried to counter, “Maybe he-”

“I’m sorry- whose side are you on?” He outwardly questioned, glaring. The knife stilled in his hand and pointed at you. You flicked your eyes from the blade to your friend, watching as he glared before blinking rapidly, “Are you weak like him?” he said in a low, almost menacing tone. It was the same one he would taunt those unlucky enough to cross him,

“Don’t even try to do that to me, Silco, it won’t work,” You said, your tone cold as you glared back, sharply standing from your bed, “You know full well I could set this place ablaze in minutes, so unless you want to keep a roof over your head, stop trying to warp me against Vander,” You said lowly, clenching your hands tightly,

Silence fell between you as you challenged each other from the sides of the room. You watched Silco place his tongue in his cheek, lost in thought. With a small groan, he dropped the knife from his hand and let it clatter to the floor before he stalked to exit out of the room,

“One day,” He said lowly, gloweirng at you over his shoulder, “You may be given the choice to choose between one of us,” He said threateningly, tilting his head up as he saw your eyes widen in reaction to his words “I hope you do so correctly,” With that, he disappeared through the doorway.

For a moment, you considered his words seriously. Did he just threaten his own brother in front of you? Did he threaten you? Surely he was joking or… Fooling you somehow. He wasn’t serious about picking sides. You looked to the ceiling, trying to focus on your rampant thoughts. A choice between Vander and Silco. They led the rebellion against Piltover together, they were close, like brothers, and you supported them both with your life. You too were dedicated to the cause. To the creation of Zaun. But were you prepared to lay down everything for it? Did you have Silco’s ambition or Vander’s temperament? That’s truly what the choice was, thinking more on it now. That and violence or peace.

In the end, you scoffed at his words, shaking your head to dismiss them. It was too early for this,

“Drama queen,” You muttered to yourself, walking closer to where he had dropped the knife. Picking it up, you looked over the jagged blade, stained with dried blood of whoever had unfortunatly crossed Silco’s path and sighed deeply,

“He’s right, you know,” You nearly jumped out of your skin with a small squeak at the sudden voice that filled the quiet room. Your anxiety was quickly replaced by anger as Sevika’s laughter echoed through the room, “Damn, you’re still such a scaredy-cat,” She grinned, walking further into the room, a lit cigarette hanging from her lips as she sat on one of the beds,

“Why do you think sneaking up on me all the time is funny?” You asked, unamused. She simply grinned, exhaling the smoke she had in her mouth,

“Because you always get scared,” She said, and you rolled your eyes,

“Right- I forgot you’re a bitch in the mornings,” You huffed, “What do you mean he’s right?” You asked, folding your arms. You watched Sevika grimace at your words, glancing out of the small window above your bed. The glass was cracked and dirty, and the fumes outside meant you could barely make out anything. Luckily, a green light still cast its light into the room, splintering and illuminating her features,

“Vander’s weak,” She simply stated, echoing Silco’s earlier words, rolling the cigarette between her fingers and letting the smoke dance circles into the air, before placing it into her lips again, “He is changing,” she confirmed,

“We all changed,” You countered, “We’re growing up. Change is natural and unavoidable,” She shook her head,

“You don’t understand because they don’t tell you,” You straightened at her words, letting your arms drop to your sides as you walked closer to her,

“What don’t they tell me?” You asked suspiciously. Watching her groan and glance away, realising she had slipped up. Your eyes widened, and you quickly pointed the tip of the knife at her you stepped closer, “Sevika, what are they hiding?” You asked,

“Stop pointing that at me if you know what’s good for you,” Not daring to pick a fight you’d definitely lose, you let your hand fall to your side, moving the blade away from her, “Vander needs your bombs for the bridge,” She sighed deeply, ��They told you they’re planning on trying to get their message to Piltover but not how,” You gaped at her,

“They’ll use violence?” You asked,

“Silco wants violence,” She explained, “He’s convinced that’s the only way to get any message up to Piltover. Doing something that’ll bring them down here. Vander isn’t… He’s not co-operating anymore,”

“What does that mean?” She went quiet, “Sevika?” You asked, only to be met with more silence, “Sevika, why does Vander need my bombs?” You asked,

“That’s the issue… He hasn’t said anything about it, I wouldn’t know-”

“Why does he want me to complete them then?” You asked, frustrated, “If he’s not going to use them, why waste my time making them? Is he appealing to Silco? Is he… Is- I don’t fucking know,” You sighed, annoyed as Sevika shrugged, taking the cigarette and stumping it out into a freshly cleaned ashtray by the side of your bed,

“He mentioned he’s ‘growing up',” You scoffed, “I know,” Sevika replied, taking Silco’s knife from you and playing with it in her hands. After a moment, she looked to you, “(Y/N),” You turned your attention to her, “You know he means well,” She said, “They both do. I just… Silco is a good leader. When I look at him, I see strength and devotion. When I look at him, I see a better life for us all. He just lacks the experience,” She said, “I don’t see the same with Vander,” She admitted. You only nodded your head, “But Vander has the drive and the children of Zaun’s best intentions in his heart. That’s the issue,” She said,

“I don’t like this,” You muttered, “Something’s gonna happen. I’m calling it now. I don’t know what but it’s… Tense,”

“It is,” Sevika agreed, handing the knife back to you, “Go give this back to him. It’ll give you an excuse to talk this out,” She said,

“We both know Silco doesn’t just carry one knife. He won’t miss it,” You said playfully, but the smile you had quickly faded,

“You guys don’t usually fight like this,” She pointed out,

“I know,” You acknowledged, “It’s strange…” You agreed, sighing softly and glancing at the door. You felt a heavy hand on your shoulder and you glanced over at the girl, now standing beside you and towering over you,

“You guys are close. Just talk to him and prove you’re loyal,” You nodded,

“Thanks, Sevika,” You gave her a sincere smile, something she reciprocated before leaving you,

“Don’t mention it,” she said softly, disappearing out of the room,

“Don’t hurt them more than they already are,” Swimming through the darkness again “They don’t need any more injuries,”

“I’m trying, boss,” A woman's voice. Raspy and low, “It’s hard to be careful and quick,” Annoyance,

“Well try harder,” No laughter. Their voices and footsteps faded away,

You found Silco easily, up on the rooftops of your apartment again, one hand tucked into his pocket, while the other bringing a cigarette to his lips as he leaned against a wall. There were peaks of the orange sky that indicated a blooming sunset around him, and you caught sight of the smoke rising from his lips in large clouds, catching on the chilling breeze and dragging them away swiftly. Hearing the creaks of the metal corrugated roof beneath your feet, his attention focused on you, blue eyes calm as you approached,

“I spoke with Sevika,” You said, pulling a pack of your own cigarettes out and producing one of your own. You stalled some time by fumbling with the matches, but were surprised to feel Silco’s hands against your own, taking the box from you and lighting your cigarette. With a small nod of thanks, you placed yourself next to him on the wall, inhaling the smoke,

“And?” He asked. He expected an answer- perhaps to his question from before. You tapped your foot against the floor, sighing softly,

“And what?” You asked, but he shook his head,

“You know what,” You could feel the ice still clinging to his words. You let out a small sigh, letting the smoke out of your mouth,

“Truthfully, I don’t want to choose between either of you,” You frowned, letting yourself move off the wall and begin pacing infront of him, “I don’t want people hurt, but I know that with Piltover, violence is the easiest way to get to them,” You sighed, running a hand through your hair, “Stars, I… Do you know what Vander wants with my bombs?” You asked, stopping your movements and staring at Silco, “Sevika either doesn’t know or won’t tell me. You saw yourself how much he wanted me to get them finished. If he wants things to go peacefully, why does he need the bombs?” you pondered,

“Plan B, perhaps,” He breathed, smoke rising from his lips and catching on the wind picking up around you, “I don’t truely know what exactly Vander is doing or planning nowadays… He’s keeping things to himself and not talking to me or Sevika. It’s making me nervous,” He glanced at you, “Haven’t you noticed it?”

“Well, it’s not the first time you’ve been keeping secrets from me,” You countered, returning to the wall next to him as you heard him sigh, head falling back against the wall, “Why do you two not trust me? I understand you’re brothers, I know that. But you tell Sevika about Vander’s wavering attitudes and not me?” You asked with a frown. Looking at Silco, you noticed he had an unreadable expression on his face. It was curious, usually, you had known him for so long but he’d never looked like this; it was an unfamiliar emotion that confused you. He looked like he wanted to speak but the words escaped him, falling short, dissolving on his tongue before he could speak them into the wind,

“Do you forgive me?” He asked, “For calling you weak? You’re far from that, (Y/N). I shouldn’t have said it,” He said, sparing you a glance. His head was hung in a sort of apologetic way, hair framing his face nicely, and he looked everywhere but you. You bit your lip, considering his words.

With a sigh, you extended his knife back to him, accompanied by a small nod. He returned one of his own, putting the knife back in its place and leaning next to you once more, closer now, so your shoulders touched,

“You know I value loyalty, (Y/N),” He spoke softly, voice low, “Especially those closest to me, those I share a home, and a bed with,” turning to meet his blue gaze, he quickly averted his eyes, opting to take another long drag of his cigarette, “I’m… Close to you in a way I don’t think I’ve ever been with anyone,” he admitted, and you simply stared at him, the words making your head go blank. Whatever else he had to say was left unsaid, and as you looked at him, you saw he was, once again, lost deep in thought, the cigarette in his fingers idly letting off smoke. His brows were furrowed and his blue eyes were cast downwards, unmoving. He felt your stare but said nothing. And in turn, you didn’t speak. You finished your cigarette, throwing it to the floor and stepping on it, before making your way back inside the building, “(Y/N),” You turned sharply, maybe too sharply. Maybe you wanted to hear him say something else. Maybe he wanted to say something else. Or finish what he was saying. Instead, you nodded your head,

“I forgive you, Silco,” You turned the corner and glanced at your shaking hands as you headed back inside.

“How are they?” Footsteps increasing and decreasing in volume. Pacing, “Will they live?” Desperate,

“Their injuries aren’t severe,” A rough voice- close. An unfamiliar accent, “But they have a concussion and potential damage to the brain. That explains the lapsing consciousness,” cold surrounded you. A sudden bright light and a figure. The air was heavy, and scents of smoke and chemicals filled your lungs,

“I’m asking if they will live,” The words punctured the air. The louder voice became muffled. Darkness again.

You hadn’t expected your choice to have to come so soon,

“Sevika?” You addressed the girl, who sat in her room on her bed polishing a sword “Do you know where Silco and Vander are?” You asked, finally appearing from the workshop. Usually, if he had somewhere to be the following morning, Silco would let you know the night before. If it was urgent and he didn’t have time, he would always return by midday, eat whatever food was available, and scurry off again. He did neither of them today. Sevika glanced up at you with a disinterested shrug,

“Why should I care what they’re doing?” She grunted,

“I thought you and Vander were close,” You folded your arms,

“We’re friends,” She glanced up at you, “Are they not back yet?” She shook her head, “Then they’re busy. Leave them alone and go back to doing whatever it is you do,”

“I would but my brain won’t leave it alone, they’re usually back by now, even for a moment- to eat something, or get more money,” You said worriedly,

“Maybe you should tell your brain to shut the fuck up,” She said, clearly more annoyed than usual, “They’re probably just busy and got caught up, and haven’t checked the time,” Biting your tongue, you moved back to your bed to wait. The hours ticked by, and as much as you tried to make yourself busy, your worry ate away at you, a weight settling in your chest. You glanced up as you heard movement in the main room of the apartment. Setting down two knives- one had been used to carve something into the hilt of the other- you walked to the door and leaned against it, watching Sevika stretch in the centre,

“They’re not back yet?” You asked, shrinking slightly behind the doorframe at the glare she gave you, clearly startled,

“No, if they were, Silco would go straight to you,” She said angrily. Seeing you open your mouth to speak again, she quickly interrupted you, “If you’re so fucking worried about him, why don’t you go find him yourself!?” She asked loudly, gesturing to the door,

“Fine. I will,” You said, retrieving the sharper of the two knives and leaving the room, throwing on your jacket, ignoring the burning glare Sevika gave you as you passed her.

As soon as you set foot outside and the door slammed behind you, your realised you had absolutely no clue where to even start looking. Walking down the street you glanced up, hearing the booms and cracks of thunder overhead. Delightful. You sped through the streets, dashing between the crowds and you pulled your jacket over your head as the rain began pelting you from overhead, flashes of lightning illuminating your feet. Blindly, you searched for the boy in the places he brought you to, hoping and praying to the stars above you would find him. Alive.

“They were found just like this? On the street?” More voices. They were so muffled, you could barely hear them. They were far away,

“Yes… The culprits appear to be your own enforcers,” Your body could not shiver,

“Shit… We’ll- I’ll find out who-”

“You’d better be quick and find them before I do. Because when I do, you’ll have hell to pay, Marcus,” Venom. The voice held nothing but venom,

It was the abandoned pier. The wind had picked up and was harsh as it whipped your jacket around, drops of rain scattering across your cheeks. You were utterly drenched and shivering hard, but you had to find him.

He was there.

To your surprise, you found him, body shaking and moving with each heavy breath he took mouth agape and audibly heaving and choking. Water dripped off of him, causing the hard wet pavement around him reflecting the lights around, mixing with a dark substance with it. Blood.

His wild gaze snapped to yours, you saw fear in his… one blue eye. The side of his face was badly massacred, dripping blood like tears down his face. Quickly rushing to his side, you grabbed his arm, throwing it over your shoulder and helping him up, welcoming his weight on top of you,

“Fucking stars above, Silco what happened!?” You asked desperately, clinging to his side and helping him as you stumbled back to your home together,

“Vander…” He managed through gritted teeth, and that’s all you needed for now. You knew the culprit. Someone you had looked up to your whole life. His own brother. It filled you with such spite and hatred, if you weren’t holding on to the person you cared for the most, you would drop him and find that fucker yourself and beat him to the ground and make sure he never- “(Y/N),” As if being able to read your mind, you managed to hear his choked, urgent voice, realising you had slowed your movements, blinded by rage,

“Sorry! Sorry- fuck,” You hissed, letting go of him and letting him lean against the wall of the house. Trying the door, you found it was locked- Sevika was gone. Your eyes widened, not bothering to fumble through your pockets for the keys, as you quickly began to ram your shoulder into it, barely registering Silco’s weak voice calling your name. It finally gave way, sending you toppling inside and almost falling over. You rushed to grab his arm and pull him inside, dragging him to your bed and not-so-gently shoving him onto it, before grabbing the nearby first aid kit. You left momentarily, finding a bowl and filling it with clean water, returning promptly to beginning to look over his wounds.

There were bruises already forming around his neck, the deep purples and large red finger marks appeared against his pale skin. His eye caught your attention again- it was badly beaten and beginning to swell, but amongst the purples and red, you noticed a dangerous black that made your heart clench with fear. You soaked a cloth with some water and reached up to move some of the hair sticking to his face from the residual water, sweat, and blood away. There were deep gashes across his face, sharply cutting into his flesh and into his eye- if that’s what you could even call it anymore. It was likely the work of a knife, judging by their smoothness. As gently as you could, you pressed the cloth to his face. Immediately, he cried out in pain, hands reaching out for you. Harshly, he grabbed your hand, not to pull it away but to seek some sort of comfort. The other gripped your shirt, bunching it up in his bloody fists, bloody knuckles shining in the low light,

“Fuck-” He hissed, and you could feel him tremble against you as you carefully cleaned his face. Moving back to examine him more thoroughly, you grabbed some alcohol to disinfect his wounds, along with cotton pads. You brought your hand to touch his uncut cheek, bringing his attention up to you,

“What happened?” You tried to distract him, gently tucking some of the longer strands of hair behind his ear and glancing at the cloth that was beginning to stain red. He grimaced as you pulled it away, and noticed by now his face had stopped bleeding. You carefully cleaned any residual blood and grime from around his eye, giving you better access to it and the wounds around, before taking the alcohol into your hands and letting the cotton pads soak it in. You couldn’t really tell what had happened to it- it was swollen shut of course but it felt like there was more to it than shown on the surface, “Where- where you by the river?” He gave a weak nod. Worriedly, you began to disinfect the area, grimacing as he winced again at the burning sensation “Silco, you were gone all day-”

“I know,” He said weakly, ragged breaths coming from his lips, one of his hands resting loosely on your arm as you worked on disinfection his face, trying to see if there was anything you should stitch up, “Vander. He did this,” His tone was low, and you firmly put a hand to his chest as he tried to stand up,

“Do not move, you’re going to hurt yourself more,” You said sternly, shifting to cage him in with your body, throwing the used, red cotton pads to the floor. You cast him a small glare and watched as he settled against the pillows with a huff, “You can’t leave here until I finish cleaning this- if this get’s infected-”

“I refuse to stay here with him,” The coldness in his voice made you shiver, and your hands fumbled with the bandages you were readying,

“Where did he even go?” You asked with a frown, pressing gauze against his face gently and reaching with your hand to prop his neck up so you could easily wrap a bandage around his head, holding the gauze in place,

“I left him there. Got out of the waters before he could… He could kill me,” Your hands fumbled at the words, swallowing nervously,

“What happened between you? Why did this even happen?” You asked, shifting as you realised your wet hair had begun to drip on to him. Finally, you deemed there were enough bandages covering his eye, and you firmly tied it up, “We need to take you somewhere- to someone who can-”

“I know where to go,” He stated firmly, sitting up. He was still shaking, and you almost wanted to reach out and hug him,

“Well then come on, we can’t wait, we need to go now before something bad happens to your eye!” You said, grabbing his arm. He didn’t make any move to stand, simply shaking his head, “Silco!! I know you can be a stubborn cunt but just this once can you please listen to me?” You said desperately, letting go of his arm and letting it drop to his side. Worriedly, you watched him, “Please, it’s not-”

“You cleaned it and disinfected it,” You nodded, “That’s enough for now,” He said, single blue eye flicking to look up at you, “Please- stay with me,” He begged,

“But what if he comes back-”

“He won’t… Not tonight,” He said, “Please, (Y/N). I don’t want to be alone I…” He fell quiet, looking away from you. For a moment you stared, blinking at him. Against your better judgement, you reluctantly sat beside him. Instantly, his hand grabbed yours, wincing in pain. Noticing his split knuckles, you carefully tended to them, cleaning them and a few other cuts he had, eyes scanning over the numerous bruises appearing on his skin,

“Silco,” You whispered gently once you finished, allowing your fingers to dance over your burn on his skin, drawing his attention to you, “Do-”

“I don’t want to be alone,” He repeated, moving to rest the uninjured side of his face against your shoulder. You reached a hand to his wet hair, caressing his head and biting your lip. Fine. You’d drop it for now. You’d ask him later, “He betrayed me,” He muttered against you,

“Right,”

“He almost killed me,”

“But you survived,” You said quietly, eyes filling with tears at the thought, “And you’re here with me,”

“It still happened… If you weren’t here-”

“But I was,” You said, moving to gently touch his face, lifting his chin as a way to make him look at you, “And I saved you. And I’d do it again and again if you let me,” You said, watching him worriedly. For a moment he just watched you, lips parted and letting out quick shaky breaths. He then hugged you, arms moving and pressing you impossibly close to him. He shivered against you, no doubt because of the wet clothes clinging to his skin and the injury still causing him pain. You simply held him, running a comforting hand through his hair as you repeated that he was okay in low tones.

You hadn’t even realised you had fallen asleep. The reason that you awoke was the shuffling and rustling of clothes nearby. In the dim room, Silco pulled on his jacket and glanced at you, single blue eye meeting your quickly waking face, watching as you sat up,

“Silco what are-” He quickly shushed you, walking to you and touching his cold fingers against your chin, lifting it up to look at him. His clothes were dry and thick, intended to keep the warmth in. The bandages around his head were still the same ones you had used, and the gauze was darker around where his eye was under it- soaked with blood,

“I need to go,” He whispered, and seeing your eyes widen and lips part, ready to protest, he pressed a finger against your lips, “You can only help me so much, (Y/N),” He said, a second hand coming to your other cheek, brushing a tear already beginning to run down your cheek, "I appreciate that you saved me, but I can't stay here. Not with him," He said lowly. Of course not,

“Do you know where you’ll do” He nodded, and reluctantly let you go, eye skimming over the tears now freely falling down your face. You reached out to touch his hand but he moved it away, “Silco, let me come with you, please...” You weakly begged,

“No- if you leave he’ll… He’ll know I’m alive and he’ll hunt me down. He’ll hunt you down. I won’t let you risk your life for me,” He said, and turned, to leave. You opened your mouth but the words died on your tongue; his mind had been clearly made up. Stuffing his hands into his pockets, you watched him sharply turn, walking for the door, “Silco,” You hissed, and watched him freeze in the doorway, “I… Do want to see you again. Whenever that will be,” You whispered, voice cracking. You watched his tense shoulders drop, with a slight shake. He nodded his head and just like that, he walked out of your life.

Sobs tore at your throat at the sound of the front door closing, and quickly pressed your face into your pillow to muffle your cries. His usual scent of cigarettes lingered in the fabric, only making your hurt that much more prominent, the deep realisation he was gone for the foreseeable future hitting you harder than any punch ever could.

“Goodbye, Silco,” You whispered into the nothingness, shutting your eyes tightly and letting the overwhelming urge to sleep consume you.

For a moment, it was all dark. Once more. You felt your body moving, as if it was floating, and then all at once, it was hurtling downwards. Light slowly flooded your senses, and you felt your heart race, anticipating when you would hit the ground. Luckily, your eyes fluttered open before you could,

“Are you awake?” A familiar voice. Silco’s. His scent of smoke- expensive, not cheap like you were used to- surrounded you, coaxing you to properly awaken. This smoke didn’t make you choke or throat tighten, or your lungs blaze. In fact, you pleasantly let it enter your lungs, with soft inhales at first, then deep, eager breaths. Slowly, you blinked, your eyes adjusting to the dim lights. At first, it was all blurry, the greys, browns and greys mixing in your unclear vision. An orange glow quickly drew your attention, and a few more blinks later you noticed the glowing of Silco’s cigar fade, replaced by a curtain of smoke that momentarily obscured his face. He set the cigar down in an ashtray nearby, red and blue eye’s focusing on you. Seeing you meet his gaze, he appeared surprised, “(Y/N)?” He asked, sitting up from a chair and moving closer to sit on the side of your bed. He reached his hand out, and moving a strand of hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear. His palm rested against your cheek as you gave him a weak smile, “You’re finally awake,” He breathed, relieved.

“Yeah,” You barely recognised your voice with how raspy it was from not being used in a long time. Lifting a hand to gently rub your forehead, feeling a headache form, you frowned at the feeling of a rough texture. A bandage, wrapping around your head,

“Be careful with that,” He said, and the hand on your cheek briefly left to take a hold of yours, interlocking your fingers together and bringing them away from your face. You could see the genuine worry clear in his features, brows creased as he watched you. Twisting your hand in his, you brought them closer to your face so you could see clearly. You swiped your finger over the long white scar on the back of his hand. Your scar. You could just about see your matching one on your own hand. His scar. You smiled softly, and heard him exhale, “I was starting to fear you wouldn’t awaken,” He said with a soft frown,

“You’re capable of being afraid?” You mused, and smiled wider as you saw the corners of his lips upturn, along with a small exhale of air out of his nose, “What?” You asked,

“I’m only human,” He responded, in a soft, whisper-like tone, “It’s easy to forget, I know. But it’s true,” He remained to hold your hand firmly in his as you told him about the pleasant memories you had dreamed of your adolescence together, watching as he smiled fondly. In turn, he filled you in on what you had missed in the near two weeks you had been lapsing in consciousness. And even though your head, joints, and body ached and screamed in pain, you relished in his gentle company, listening as he moved on to recalling the happier parts of his week- although rare. The mention that Jinx had requested brand new paints intrigued you, and you asked him if she could bring them to you when he could. All that truly mattered to Silco was you were back and alive. Talking about your fight at the abandoned building could wait just another day.

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Bestie for the event can I request fluff prompt 8 (i love you but stop cooking me dinner, you suck) with Fushiguro Megumi frrom JJK? I adore your works and I'm so proud of you for making it this far

-uwu anon

Thanks bestie, ily2🥺💕💕💕

Omg I love so much for req jjk! Fushiguro is such a grumpy baby! Also, yes, I'm back from the dead (Or whatever procrastinating n rebloggig random stuff is called)!..I seem to do that a lot, nowadays...

Neways, onto the fic!

Fushiguro Megumi + "I love you a lot, but please stop trying to cook me dinner, you suck.”

It had been a long day for you and the gang. You all had to fight against 4 special grade curses. You, Nobara and Yuuji fought 3 of them together, while Megumi had to fight one on his own. He was extremely taxed and tired. You could tell by the excessive amount of blood on his forehead and the huge bags under his eyes that he was spent. He was too tired to move, so you and Yuuji had to help him up the stairs to get to his dorm. His plan was to flop on the bed and worry about his injuries in the morning. What he hadn’t expected was a very concerned you forcing him to tend to them.

“Sit straight, Fushi!”

You scolded him as you dabbed the antiseptic on the wound.

He winced in pain but held back his groans. He didn’t want to appear weak in front of his darling, after all.

“Why are you here?”

He asked suddenly.

You halted your movements, giving him an incredulous look.

“Don’t look at me like that!”, he grumbled.

“Like what?”

“Like my question was the dumbest thing you’ve ever heard.”

You smiled, continuing the necessary treatment.

“Well, it is an absurd thing to say.”

He scoffed.

“No, it isn’t.”

“Megumi, we’ve been in a relationship for a while now. This is what lovers do, you know? We tend to care for each other.”

“Tch, I know that. But you’re injured yourself. You guys didn’t have it easy. Hell, Nobara ended up with nails in her wrist!”

You shuddered at the girl’s tenacity and determination. She scares you.

“Yeah, she’s way too badass.”, you said, shuddering.

“And what about you? I can see that you’re bleeding. Let me bandage you up! You can worry over me later.”

You sigh, finally done bandaging him, and got up, stretching your arms.

“Shut up. Do you have a water heater installed?”

“Yeah. Doesn’t everybody?”

“Mine broke today morning. Can I use your shower?”

“Duh? You know the way.”

“So, is that a yes, or a no?”

He rolled his eyes at your teasing, pushing you in the bathroom.

“Make it quick.”

You smirked at him.

“Want to join?”

He stared at you, wide eyed and flustered. His ears turned red, and you could see the blush spread below his neck. How adorable.

“D-don’t say that! Get going already!”

Giggling, you closed the door and turned on the shower.

He sighed at your antics, wanting to do something for you, too. You were always doting over him, caring for him and doing little things for him. He never got the chance to do anything for you. He knew that you were tired and hungry, but you wouldn’t let him even look at your injuries.

“Seriously, you’re so bloody stubborn.”

He said to the closed door of the bathroom, frustrated.

Sighing, he went over to the tiny kitchen in his dorm, looking for the paper menu of the restaurant that delivers your favourite dish.

That’s when it struck him.

“Why don’t I cook for you?”

He grinned, grabbing his phone and searching up the recipe. He was so glad to have all the necessary items at home! Thanks to your constant shopping trips.

He searched the drawers for your apron, and put it on, a determined look on his face.

“Let’s begin!”

...

You walked out of the shower to find a fresh set of clothes waiting for you on the bed. Stepping out, you begin getting dressed, only to smell something delicious.

Gasping, you run to hallway.

“Is that- ”

“Yeah.”, Megumi said, facing away from you. There, on the table, was a bowl of your favourite dish.

He turned around to face you.

“It’s your favourite d-”, only now did he notice that you weren’t fully dressed.

“Oi! G-get dressed, idiot! Don’t just walk out like that!!”

He hid his face in his hands while you ran to the room, embarrassed and flustered.

“Y-yes, sorry!”

You rushed to get your clothes on and ran to the table.

“Oh my god, Fushiguro, marry me already!”

You licked your lips and began devouring the food.

Megumi was left shocked at your speed and could only watch as you inhaled it all within a minute.

“Do you have a vacuum pump inside you or something?”

You pout at him, wiping your mouth clean.

“So? How was it?”, he asked, eager to know your feedback.

You smiled at him and walked over to the tv.

“Ne, should we watch that movie that you’ve been meaning to watch?”

He frowned.

“Oi, don’t avoid me. Just tell me the truth.”

“The truth... you sure?”

“Get it over with already.”

You sighed, grasping his face in your hands and giving his nose a peck.

"I love you a lot, but please stop trying to cook me dinner, you suck.”

“Hah?!”

You giggled, hugging him.

“You forgot to add salt.”

He gasped.

“Oh shit!”

“The garlic was over-cooked.”

He sighed, nuzzling his face in your hair.

“Shit.”

“Aaaaaaand, it was slightly burnt.”

He groaned, flopping his arms around your waist lazily.

“Buuuut, it was an amazing attempt for a first timer!”

He nuzzled his face deeper in your hair.

“That doesn’t make it tasty.”

“Who said it wasn’t tasty?”

He pulled back to look at you quizzically.

“But the garlic and- ”

“It was tasty af, love. It might not have been perfect. But it was delicious! Why else do you think I gobbled it like my life depended on it?”

He grinned at your cute face and kissed you.

“You’re so confusing, you know?”

“So I’ve been told!”

You both spent the rest of the night cuddling on the couch and binging your favourite show, healing together.

My first megumi fic aaaaaa! Lemme know what u think!

[bokubooo-archived]

bokuto k. — i wouldn't mind

My part for the song fic collab hosted by @ohajime

Pairing: Bokuto Koutarou x GN!reader (reader also writes music and sings as a small hobby)

Warnings: N/A

Notes: Aaaaaa this is my first time joining a collab \(´▽`)/, tysm for the opportunity!! Words written like this is lyrics to the song. I'm really proud of this!

❥︎You take a moment to walk down memory lane and recount all your times with Koutarou

Merrily we fall out of line, out of line

Years of a relationship came with ups and downs, arguments and anger, peace and happiness.

I'd fall anywhere with you, I'm by your side

Being with Koutarou was worth it all.

Swinging in the rain humming melodies

You remembered dancing in the rain. Drenched to the bone as the two of you clung to each other's bodies, fingers slipping, almost tripping and so much laughter.

You shivered and Koutarou tilted his head. "Wanna go inside now?"

You giggle and shake your head. "We're not going anywhere until we freeze."

You remembered high school, where you first met. You'd been quite shy, always keeping your head low and you were always so anxious. Everything had seemed frightening.

Well, until Koutarou came along. He'd been persistent in befriending you, and he'd done a great job of coaxing you out of your shell.

Standing backstage with you, he grabbed your hands.

"Ready? Are you scared? You don't have to do this."

You took a deep breath and shook your head, pulling him in for a hug, your arms wound around your neck.

"I'm not afraid anymore."

He smiled brightly. "Get out there and show these people you're the most talented person here." He ruffled your hair and then turned to leave.

"Bokuto!"

He turned to look at you again, eyebrow raised.

"Thank you, for showing me how to be brave."

He only gave you a bright grin, giving a thumbs up and then left.

If it hadn't been for Koutarou, you never would have had the guts to participate in the talent show in your second year, finding your bravery and showing some of your talent.

You never would have had the motivation to keep writing songs.

I'm not afraid

You remembered the day Koutarou promised you something.

"I'll love you forever, Y/N."

You turned to look at him from your spot beside him on the ground, laying on your back and your hands behind your head, the moon shining bright and stars twinkling in the sky.

"Forever is a long time."

He grinned back at you, his salt and pepper hair sagging down instead of being stuck up in it's normal fashion.

But I wouldn't mind spending it by your side

"As long as I have you with me."

"You promise, Kou?"

He sat up held out his pinky, and you sat up and interlocked yours with his.

"I promise. Forever, Y/N. Forever and always."

Carefully we'll place for our destiny

When you'd first met Koutarou, you'd been weary. Your parents had always told you to be weary, and to protect your heart.

Unfortunately protecting your heart led to loneliness.

You came and you took this heart and set it free

But Koutarou taught you how to love and how to be more open.

You'd been writing songs for a few years. You never went public with your singing, you mostly did it for yourself. It was a good way to calm down if you were anxious.

Koutarou laid on the bed, watching you as you tuned your guitar, and you look up and smiled at him.

"You seem excited to listen, Kou."

He beamed and laughed, sitting up at the foot of the bed as you strummed the strings of the guitar.

"Everything you write and sing is so warm to me."

You blushed a bit at his words and stood up, setting the guitar down and leaning forward so Kou could envelope you in his arms.

So warm to me

You remembered falling to your knees as the MSBY Jackals lost a match. Koutarou had been so excited to win.

I'm torn, I'm torn

You wished you could be with him. You wished so badly he hadn't had to leave, but that's what happened when you dated someone who played on a professional volleyball team.

To be right where you are

Standing in front of the mirror, staring at your reflection in your outfit, preparing to walk down the aisle to Koutarou.

"Y/N?"

You turned to your father, and he smiled softly.

"It's time. Are you ready?"

You feel your throat tighten and your heart race because this was really happening.

You were about to marry Bokuto Koutarou.

You took a deep breath and nodded.

I'm not afraid anymore

You held your father's arm, a bouquet of roses in your other hand as you walked.

As soon as you saw Koutarou you felt your eyes beginning to sting.

This was really happening.

I'm not afraid

Hands interlocked in your bed as you looked at Koutarou.

"I'll love you forever, Koutarou."

He smiled softly and laughed.

"Forever is a long time."

You smiled at him as he said the words you'd said so many years ago, when the two of you were still young.

But I wouldn't mind spending it by your side

"As long as I have you with me."

"You promise, Y/N?"

You held out your pinky as you sat up, and he followed, interlocking his pinky with yours.

"I promise. Forever, Koutarou. Forever and always."

He giggled and you admired him, his smile, wondering how you'd gotten so lucky.

Tell me everyday I get to wake up to that smile

Koutarou's arms held you against his body and you laid awake, staring at the ceiling, thinking about how you'd gotten here.

I wouldn't mind it at all

You squeezed his hand and rolled over to face towards him, your gaze tracing his face.

I wouldn't mind it at all

You laid on your bed, scrolling through your phone until Koutarou jumped on the bed.

You so know me

He smirked devilishly and went in to attack your ticklish spot and your body jerked, you squealed and you tried to swat him away as he started cackling.

Pinch me gently

You giggled and laughed as he leaned down and blew raspberries on your exposed stomach as you squealed again, and he looked up at you, grinning as he leaned closer to peck your lips as you tried to catch your breath.

I can hardly breathe

You smiled fondly and reached down to place your hands on either side of Koutarou's face as he looked up at you with his pretty gold eyes.

Forever is a long, long time

He smiled back up at you and leaned in to catch your lips for a longer kiss.

But I wouldn't mind spending it by your side

He pulled back slightly and wrapped his arms around your waist, shifting so he could lay down and pull you down to lay beside him.

Tell me everyday I get to wake up to that smile

You intertwine your fingers with his and he shuffles forward to bury his face in your neck.

I wouldn't mind it at all

"I love you, Y/N."

"Forever and always?"

You felt him smile against your neck.

"Forever and always, and for eternity."

I wouldn't mind it at all

[twstwonderlandstuff]

Valencia Karasu OC Profile

Full body shot on the star of the post!

I'd also like to thank @myuunji for indirectly helping me with their post on the twst wonderland style. Thank you for your post, ur such a cool artist!

oh, and voice lines, right...

Tutorial: hey, hey! You don't know what to do? SAME.

Lvl Up 1: Awww yeah baby! ...that was so cringe, sorry.

Lvl Up 2: "Oh, I'm just getting started, darlin'." Did that sound like a villian line? It better.

Lvl Up 3: Hey, hey, look it, look it. No, not Grim, look at me! I'm getting better, right?!

Lvl Up Max: EXTRA POWERFUL ULTIMATE POWER!!!! Oh, my beloved would be so proud---!

Episode Lvl Up: This school is so... SO big... I can-not do this anymore, no.... ohhh yeah baby....A-AAAAAA WAIT WAIT WAIT YAKE ME AND GRIM WITH YOU- STOP RUNNING AWAY!!!

Magiv Lvl Up: ...haha, much joke, very funny. Bro, what the fuck man...

Limit Break: T-this is... this is like the final power up, right?! I'm... I'm so strong...! OHHHH THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU *CHU* I LOVE YOU!!!!

Groovy: Shiiii- look at my new fit! I'm like, totes 100% cuter than last time- I gots ta be.

Lesson 1: Dude, bestie, babe my most darling beloved, hi... girl, I like don't know squat about this...

Lesson 2: Bro, what is this...? I- I don't have the brains for this... I am but a silly little thing I don't get this at all...

Lesson 3: Psst, hey... if you catch me snoozing can you please wake me or Grimmy up? We've already gotten 3 detentions in 2 days and I'm not sure how many more I can take. Don't worry, I'll do to the same for you. Oh, okay? Okay! 👍

Lesson Start 1: ...HAH- just on time, thanks the gods, phew!

Lesson Start 2: I don't need to learn this, man...

Lesson End 1: Woohoo, class's over! I think I actually got something?! I'm insane for this man!

Lesson End 2: What. What was that. I. I don't know what that was. I. ...magic is so confusing...

Battle Start: Looks like someone's been setting their expectations a little too high! I'm gonna have to knock ya down a few pegs, babe.

Battle Win: You're so stupid, aren't cha? And that's coming from me.

Battle End: Oh, shit... I guess I need to be knocked down a few pegs, not you...

[familyofpaladins]

For the hyperfixation

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📌 how did you find your hyperfixation?

Actually a couple of my mutuals including you @eastofthemoon, @berryblu-arts, and I think @bloo-the-dragon had reblogged a couple things about the show, with comments of how good it is. ( I had also watched lego Ninjago series before though I think I haven't seen the last like 3 or 4 seasons lol, and thought well i like that so maybe I'd like this, and put it on my mental list of shows I'm totally gonna watch one day.) So when I was needing something new to watch I thought, oh hey, I'll check that out, saw it had like 20 episodes was liek yeah sure, this isnt daunting so I'll watch! And now I'm obsessed.

🎥 do you have any favorite scenes from your hyperfixation?

Aaaaaa theres a lot I like, but. Just. The entire Revenge of the Spiderqueen special.

Literally I just love that entire episode. Every scene is GOLD.

The customer complaint about food while the city is being attacked and set on fire in the background. Monkey king inviting MK to watch the fireworks with him. "Am I eating hair?!" "Its better not to think about it". Monkey king and DBK's sass at spider queen "Spider PRINCESS" "- The Would Be Queen of spiders" . Red Son's landing on the air ship. "Will you LET ME steal your ship, so I can save my father. And you know. The world. Please." The entirdy of going to the celestial realm. The getting there. Mei and Red Son. Tang going with Pigsy to find the pills cause it sounds like pigsy has no clue what to look for. Pigsy then immediately finding the pills on his own. All of them jumping back onto the ship. Huntsman trying to jump on the ship too but being caught by the big one "I COULD HAVE MADE IT!!!!" "Awww sure you could have buddy" and then the look on huntsman's face when mk jumps over their heads onto the ship. "Nice hero speech!!" "THAT WAS A VILLAIN SPEECH!!!" Later: mk gives a nice speech but followed by a kinda evil laugh. Red Son: Now THAT was a Hero Speech!!! DBK breaking out to find his son :') DBK and Red son staying and fighting with the others (they could have left! Dbk got his son and dbk is no longer captured so they could have left! They didnt NEED to stay and fight spider queen!! They could have left it to the heroes but they didnt!!!!) Red son using his flames to free mei when she couldnt get out of the webs. Spider queen: I Am the QUEEN!!! Monkey king: *walking down the side of the building and grabbing the staff* "yeah? Well, I'm the KING." Monkey king and MK holding the staff and spinning each other in the air, and monkey king going "HERE COMES MONKIE- Kid" with that proud smile on his face??? AAAAAA I love it. Monkey king turning into an eagle to catch MK when he starts falling after the attack. DBK RUNNING AND JUMPING TO CATCH THEM BOTH!!!!!!!!! Again, HE DIDNT HAVE TO DO THAT!!! HE REALLY DIDNT, BUT YET HE DID!!!! Monkey king sitting on Mk's head. and then the fact that dbk and red son stuck around even after the fight was over. "We should never tell mother about this." "Agreed". This and more. Also the angry face monkey king makes anytime spiderqueen or lady bone demon threaten MK in any fashion (Protective Dad Instinct)

💔 tell us about one of your LEAST favorite characters and why you dislike them.

Hmmmm this is hard, because all of the characters are great. Like even Lady Bone Demon is a fantastic creepy villain, so I cant say that I dislike her as a character. Though I would like to fight the white bone spirit ofe making MK think he's not worthy of being the monkie kid. She's also very good at manipulating others into doing her bidding thinking it's their own idea, and I dont like people like that. (But it works great for her as a villain)

Otherwise.... maybe the fake mayor? Because hes just unnerving , and you know soemthign is weird with him, but not entirely sure what exactly. (Also... if hes the "fake" mayor, wheres the real one? Is there another mayor? Does this one just LOOK like the mayor and impersonate him, or was this guy actually "elected" into office, but definitely isnt someone who should be a mayor?? Who and What exactly is he???)

Ask me about my hyperfixation?

[luvdsc]

OMG @ that anon who shared their random dream abt johnny i can relate to u so much KFDSJKJD this happened to me but with hyuck. i've had like 3 dreams of hyuck and what's so weird is that they're always in the same setting,, which is in his dorm room?? and we do the same thing ALWAYS which is either chill/hang out n play or cuddle (i mean,, i aint complainin tho) the latest one i had was that we were play fighting and all of the sudden,, out of nowhere my nose bleeds?!?!?!? AND ME N HYUCK ARE LITERALLY FREAKIN OUT?? CUS MY NOSE IS BLEEDING?/ AND HYUCK JUST SCRAMBLES THRU THE ROOM TRYING TO FIND SOMETHING AND HE THEN RUSTLES THRU MY BAG AND GETS A TAMPON. he's holding the tampon and he looks me dead in the eye, and just shoves it up my nose (not violently tho thank gOd) and he just beams at me with the brightest smile (like a preschooler who's proud of his stick man drawing 🥺😭), and then he suddenly was liek, "oH wAit, i fOrgot something!" and hyuck just grabs another tampon out of my bag and shoves it up his nose??? and he says "that's better, we're now matching!!! :D" and i'm just like: ????👁👄👁??? wtf he's so cUTEANDWEIRDOHGOD,, for awhile both of us were just standing there like sims players with tampons up our noses LMAO and then i asked him,, "cuddle?" and he answered me by attacking me with an aggressive bear hug and screamed "cUDDLE!" like he was a spartan soldier ready to go to war LMAO. it was the oddest yet cutest thing ever in my life and i woke up with a smile on my face oh gosh. AND OMG I HOPE U FINALLY FIND WINWIN IN UR DREAMS MISS CAT!!!! U DONT DESERVE THIS SLANDER :// YA'LL LET MISS CAT SEE WINWIN IN HER DREAMS IN PEACE FOR GODS SAKE!!! BFDVJSD btw i hope u have a great day luvs! 😚

- 🐼 anon

oooo so a little psychology about dreams !!! 💕your brain stores info and memories in a certain manner, kinda like file cabinets. so for you, I think your brain stores college stuff like dorms and nct in the same drawer or file cabinet, so it mixes the two subjects together and creates your dream! that may be the reason why you always get hyuck and a dorm room together for your dreams 💘 DBHDIDJDDKKD WAIT OH MY GOD THIS REMINDS ME SO MUCH OF SHE’S THE MAN 😭😭😭 WHEN DUKE AND HIS FRIENDS ARE LIKE WHY DO YOU HAVE TAMPONS AND SHE DEMONSTRATES STICKING IT UP HER NOSE FOR POTENTIAL NOSEBLEEDS AND THEN LATER ON DUKE USES ONE TOO LDBKDJDJD I NEED TO REWATCH THAT MOVIE SOON NOW AAAAAA but omg that’s literally the cutest dream ever, honey bee !!!!! 🥺💗💗💗💗 I wish I got cute dreams too 🤧 NDHDJNDJSDJ ikr 😭😭 I can’t even see winwin in my dreams, what is this 😔😔 I remember getting a dream where jeno was my bf and jaemin was suffering second male lead and since I lucid dream, I was just there like 🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️ are you serious. And thank you so much, sweetpea, I hope you have a lovely day/night too !!! pls remember to stay safe and hydrated 🌸🌸