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70 Encouragements/Tips For The Writer:

A/N: Rules don’t exist. These are real and personal and stem from a deteriorating, exhausted Writer who is here to tell you (and herself) that you are amazing and keep going. I hope you find some encouragement within.

Your mental health comes first and foremost.

Indulge and embrace your creative writing pieces when they come (and when they don’t). Especially when they don’t.

Suffering from Writer’s Block or fluctuating hyperfixation? Me too. So is your favorite author. Welcome to the Writer’s Block Party (all my uwus if you see the pun).

Did you spend five hours on this one segment, forget the last time you ate, develop chapped lips, dry eyes, and a stiff back (time to get up and move), bang your head on the wall, laugh, cry, fidget, take your ADHD meds, deviate to watch YouTube, have an epiphany, curse in frustration and wonder why the hell you do this to yourself? Congratulations, you’re a Writer.

Embrace all the not-so-glamorous sides of writing, and accept the fact they’re going to happen time over again.

When you say “just one more line” and it’s 2:00 AM, I’ll be here to remind you to “go to sleep” (because I’m also depriving myself lol).

Actually, sleeping helps your mind feel refreshed, and it’s good for your health. If you’re struggling with a particular segment, one of the best things you can do is just put a cap on it for the time being, put in a placeholder, and get some shut eye. I know you don’t want to. But you will feel so much better and have more clarity and energy to continue when you wake. Trust me.

More often than not, those words you “just didn’t write down fast enough and now forgot” end up revealing themselves to you later in a much more profound way. Give the words time to get ready. They’re just spiffing up before coming to visit. :)

Be proud of yourself and your prose. Writing is an amazing part of who you are.

That trope has been written 1000 times before? Make it 1001.

You’ve already written this scenario? Write it again.

You’ve just written a single sentence. Now sit back for moment and think: you just wrote something brand new, never before seen. Nobody out there will ever write that sentence or formulate those thoughts the exact same way. You are a unique, mind-blowing, awe-inspiring human being.

Bask in the excitement that comes with a completed piece. Reflect on what you learned throughout and celebrate the little victories.

Don’t be afraid to ask for feedback, but also understand that you might not always get it, and that is OK.

Please re-read your work. Be gentle with yourself. You had to write that very first piece to get to where you are now. Love the process.

Your personal writing success is not based off of kudos or likes or reblogs.

There is no right or wrong way to write.

There is no such thing as “good” writing.

Improvement is becoming of everyone so get comfy, strap in. The journey of a Writer is a lifelong one. Here’s to many more works ahead.

Don’t mourn the words you did or didn’t write. Celebrate the ones you will.

One day, you’ll read a piece that will blow you away—and it will be yours.

There is nothing “shameful” about reblogging your own writing works.

I promise you’ll find your “wow” piece—either in something you’ve already written, or something yet to come.

Baby. Please don’t write out of spite. You’re better than that.

You are just as valid/deserving as the next Writer. And you do belong.

If you feel sad/unworthy when sharing your works or interacting with others’, get to the root of why. Writing should be fun, rewarding, and relaxing. Not shameful, embarrassing, or a chore.

Writing (fanfiction, specifically) is labeled as “transformative works”. Self-explanatory, right? However, if you notice the transformative part begin to have a personal effect on you—a negative one—it’s time to take a step back.

Right now, I can name a single quality you possess: diligence. How do I know? Because you’re a Writer, and the two go hand-in-hand.

Got that single scene in your head but you haven’t completed or even began all the chapters preceding? Bruh. Jot that down right now. You don’t need 20k words beforehand.

Embrace your writing mood swings. The stray, sweet and condensed blurbie. The ideal, bridging drabble. The solid, substantial oneshot. The hefty, elaborate 10k word chapter. Appreciate everything in-between, and that you are capable of all of it.

Nobody remembers that extra word or typo or stray speech mark back all the way back in chapter 3. Tell the little monster in your head to go to hell.

You’re not a weirdo for making facial expressions and mulling through your dialogue aloud. You. Are. A. Writer.

It’s OK if the Readers can’t always see exactly what you envisioned in your head, or the full extent of the picture you painted. We all see colors differently.

Don’t be afraid to experiment with your writing.

In fact, challenge yourself to dabble into a new plot/trope/concept every day, even if only for a few minutes. You may discover you love writing it.

There’s no rush to finish/begin any written work. If you take your time, you will make your mark. You’re not falling behind or running late. Slow down and wait for it. :)

Three cheers for hiatus.

Listen to your body and mind, know your limits and when it’s time to take a break.

Actually take a break. :)

If you feel like you’re falling stagnant in creativity, looking to/revisiting other forms of creative media can help encourage the flow.

Ask for encouragement, and be at peace with asking.

Take shelter in fellow writers. Uplift each other always.

You are/will be someone’s favorite author. :)

You don’t have anything to prove. You have something to share.

Someone is thinking about your work right now.

Someone started a series because they drew inspiration from you.

Personal writing style can reflect a lot on the state of one’s mental health. Try to always be attentive to that of your own.

Self-validation must be cultivated early on or nothing will ever work.

Freestyle every once in a while. Write a snippet, timed, and go—without editing. Write the first thing that comes to mind and go from there. Do it all the way through the set time. When it stops, you’ll find yourself unable to. 3,800 words here we come. :)

Not everything needs an outline. :)

It is completely normal to write your story out of order.

Create guidelines for yourself. If they aren’t working, toss ‘em.

Word vomiting can help you feel better (it’s just how it sounds). By clearing all those jumbled thoughts and scattered concepts, you achieve a clearer objective. Try it sometime.

A rough draft is supposed to be rough.

Sometimes the words come to you quicker than others. Be patient. That is merely the construct of a Writer’s mind. You’re a beautiful enigma.

A sentence written is a story progressing.

Writing is an endurance sport. You must pace yourself and exercise it daily.

You are still a Writer even when the words aren’t on the actual page.

You’re not obligated to a writing/posting schedule.

As you progress in your journey and gain more awareness, don’t sacrifice your style. Those beginning works are what define you. Hold onto them and don’t ever let them go.

You’re the only one cringing—

Remember that sometimes words are elusive and you don’t always have control over them, and that is OK. Sometimes they write themselves. Sometimes your characters come to life and break out into dance across your page. Dance with them. You can wrangle them back when the music stops. :)

There is nothing condemning or embarrassing about asking for a beta. Allow someone to help carry the load.

Allow people to cheer you on—even if they don’t read your work.

It’s OK if your writing style isn’t someone else’s preference.

Be your biggest cheerleader. Sometimes you are all you have.

You don’t need anyone’s approval except your own.

You love that trope/concept/story you just wrote? That’s all that matters. The end.

You will never write good. You will write you. And that is good.

Above all else: remember to write for you.🤍

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kodzuvii · 4 years

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CLUB STUPID [24: yeah probably]

next [25: premarital hand holding]

PAIRING - SUNA x FEM!READER

GENRE - crack + fluff

warnings - spelling and grammar errors lol guys its 1am plz-

SYNOPSIS - Club Stupid, an anonymous podcast meant for the dumb and dumbest to send in unspoken and nonsensical thoughts about issues they face in their day to day lives and for Y/n to speak out and give her opinions and feelings. Normal feelings though, nothing romantic like how she thinks this lazy guy with questionable hair in the volleyball club is actually pretty cute.

a/n: as an executive member and proud representative of the suna simp club (jk lol idk) it is my duty, to keep my simps fed. you’re welcome. please listen to some cute wholesome shit.

“Look at this Samu, Suna really his own breed, how does he manage to look more dead compared to how he usually looks”

“Well Tsumu, he ignored the same girl twice in the same week and also got confronted by her cousin who’s also his captain. Pretty sad if ya ask me”

The twins snickered to each other as they eyed the quiet middle blocker who stood by his locker. “Did you see his blocks today Tsumu? I was afraid I was gonna break his toothpick arms with my spikes” Osamu whispered but made it loud enough for Suna to hear. Atsumu nodded, “yeah Samu, totally lame if you ask me. Thank God Yn wasn’t watching him” he teased. “Oi,” Aran called out as he packed up his things on his back that was sitting on top of the benches inside of the boy’s change room. “Lay off of him will ya” he scolded but the pair shrugged and continued to change out of their practice clothes.

“What’s even happening?” Akagi whispered and Riseki could only turn to him and mirror the same lost look on his face and give a clueless shrug. They both just sat back and watched the scene unfold in front of them. The twins were teasing and throwing indirect jabs and insults towards their middle blocker who looked as if he was going through an existential crisis with the dull look in his eyes.

Suna was quiet, everyone knew that. Yet somehow in some way, everyone could feel his energy hit an all-time low. He still attended practice sure, but it was like practicing with a pole lamp. He just stood there and observed whatever was happening but even then, his mind was somewhere else. Of course, this didn’t go unnoticed by the coach who gave him an earful about the proper attitude to be having during their practices. Did he listen though? Nah. Listening to a lecture required too much effort. He was just tired and done for the day and the anxious and nervous feeling bubbling up inside of him wasn't helping either.

Suna was stupid. He knew that. His attention span outside of the court was never the biggest and his lack of energy never helped increase his intelligence. He was never the brightest in his class, and honestly, it never bothered him that he wasn’t. Everything he learned came through one ear and left the other. He retained the information for a test but simply forgot everything once it was over. He wasn’t the brightest, and it didn’t bother him not one bit.

What did bother him was his terrible habit of being oblivious towards other people’s feelings. Maybe it was due to his lack of energy or lack of interest, but he simply never put much effort into acknowledging how people felt. Yeah, he got vibes when people had on and off days, his teammates were the twins, you HAD to notice their mood swings and take necessary precautions. It just never occurred to him that more people could enter his bubble. A bubble that revolved around himself.

However, instead of someone finding a way to enter his fragile bubble without popping it, Suna willingly left his bubble when you came into the picture. It was no secret that Suna was whipped the moment his eyes laid on you. He’s been getting clowned about it ever since the twins found out and they never let a day go by without calling him a simp.

He had no clue what type of person you would be when you entered the doors of the Shiratorizawa gym. You looked sweet and bubbly, the smile you came in with never left your face unless you’d whine to your friends or roll your eyes at them. When you stepped into the room, people just naturally gravitated towards your positive energy and your good vibe. He liked that about you. Then again he still didn’t know anything about you at the time. All he knew was that you managed to attract his attention without even directly giving any to him. Every time he tried to look away and focus on whatever was happening in front of him, his eyes trailed back to you.

For a while after camp, you kept popping back in and out of his mind. It was quite ridiculous actually. He’d be taking a drink by the water fountains and he’d look over to the hallway and suddenly the first thoughts would be ‘what if I saw the redhead again?’ It never lasted long, maybe for a split second or two before he snapped himself out of it. He’d never see you again, what was he talking about? He was just being delusional.

So you could imagine the way his mind stopped functioning the night at the train station. Suna had to pinch himself 8 times when he saw you walk out of the train doors. ‘No way’ he thought. You, out of the 7 billion people in the world, was Kita’s cousin. He remembers seeing your tired face and your short stature clad in a big hoodie and loose sweatpants with your hair tied up. You were supposed to look like a mess, why did he keep thinking that you looked so pretty? This must’ve been the higher power playing a trick on him for slacking off during practice. So annoying.

Suna could keep his cool around school. You weren’t in the same classes meaning he didn’t see you at all. So you could imagine the kind of panic that crossed his mind when Kita told the team that he’d have his cousin staying in the gym. He learned later on that you started watching practices because Kita didn’t feel comfortable with you walking home. You were nice to the team, incredibly nice actually. Your easy-going nature made it easy for you to have a couple of conversations with his teammates here and there. While you were nice to Aran and Akagi, you had a little feisty attitude with the twins (mainly Atsumu) and he couldn’t help but admire how outspoken you were. You were blunt, to say the least. That was something you and Kita had in common. But he liked that about you, how you were always free to speak whatever was on your mind and keep a conversation going.

Suna noticed early on that you rarely paid attention to their practice. He figured volleyball just wasn’t your thing and he couldn’t blame you for that. During water breaks, he’d glance up and watch you tuck back your hair and sometimes he’d catch you scratching your temple in annoyance because of some question you couldn’t answer on your homework. You never looked up, simply unphased by whatever was happening in front of you.

Even so, he still put the smallest amount of extra effort into his practices. Jumping a bit higher and running a bit faster and spiking the ball with more force. He insisted that it was about time he would break some of his bad habits, but even the team knew that it was a sorry excuse. Truth be told, a little part of him was just hoping that if you ever looked up from your phone or your work in your lap, you’d see him and think that he looked at least a little bit cool.

One day, on the rare occasion that he’d be listening in class, he remembers his teacher having a discussion with the class about an epiphany.

The feeling of a sudden or striking realization that hits an individual out of nowhere.

It was late at night where Suna hit an epiphany. You were off to Miyagi, spending your weekend with your best friend and the Twins continued to bug him about his little first-year crush even though he had asked them multiple times to drop the topic.

Suna came to the conclusion that he liked the way you made him feel. He liked the way he felt at ease when you were around him. He liked how you were so different compared to him, but it never stopped you from forming a friendship with him. You never pushed him to ever open up to you, you listened to the bare minimum he had to say and never took his lazy nature and blunt attitude to heart. He liked annoying you, the way your face would scrunch up when he’d take your bento’s the first couple times during your first initial lunch hangouts or the way you’d puff your cheeks when he comments on your height. He liked the way your eyes lit up when the smallest things caught your attention. He took notes on the songs you said you were currently listening too or the ones that reminded you about happy memories.

Suna especially liked seeing you smile. Especially towards him. Something about it gave him the same feeling that was comparable to the way he would feel when he would see those jelly sticks on sale at the grocery store. The way you’d roll your eyes in playful annoyance when he'd come up to you and ask to bandage his fingers even though you both knew that he was capable of doing it himself. You would tease him, a playful smile gracing upon your lips, telling him that his fingers would probably break off if you weren’t there to bandage them up. Suna liked thinking that having you wrap them up made his hands feel a bit stronger with his blocks. But you didn’t need to know that.

He remembers a specific memory that lives rent-free in his mind. He was walking down the hallway, casually strolling and taking his time to get back to class after using the bathroom and he happened to notice you heaving a tired sigh as you closed the doors to your class. You looked quite frustrated, probably because it was your art class and you had been complaining days earlier about how creatively drained you were.

Suna must’ve been looking at you for a moment too long because the moment your eyes met, he felt something tug at his chest by the way your eyes sparkled at the sight of him. Despite being under a little bit of stress, the same smile he grew to enjoy seeing made its way onto your lips and you waved to him excitedly before running up and rambling off about how much your class was pissing you off.

You two eventually got in trouble for skipping the whole period after being too caught up in your conversation. Suna thought it was worth it though.

After scrolling through his phone, listening to Atsumu’s obnoxious lovey-dovey playlist, and inevitably searching “how to know if you like or like like a girl” (there's a difference, he swears) on google.

He came to his epiphany.

Maybe before, when he barely knew you and you never knew him, maybe he was just infatuated with the idea of you.

But it was different now, He liked you.

And that scared him.

It scared him how vulnerable he felt. Suna’s reserved and quiet nature gave him a hard time to open to others. Not that he really cared if he was being honest. He simply had the mindset that no one needed to know everything there was to his existence. Everyone eventually leaves anyways, what was the point?

When it sank into him that he liked you, it confused him endlessly. You never wanted to get out of his head and sooner or later he found himself doing the smallest things for you. The little black silk band was always on his wrist and if it wasn’t on his wrist, it would be tucked away in his pockets. Not to mention that he kept one in his pencil case for good measure. The bandaids inside in his backpack were sealed away in a ziplock bag just in case you ever got hurt because he knew you were a bit clumsy. He found himself keeping his eyes open for little souvenirs and trinkets that looked like something that you’d like wherever he went.

At first, he thought that he just wanted to upgrade you from friend to best friend. Maybe this was a friendship that he had just been deprived of since his world revolved around constantly meaning to improve in volleyball. Yes, he did find comfort in the friendship he grew with you, but sooner or later he realized that he wanted more. The thoughts of holding your hand slipped into his mind and sooner or later hugging you from behind and resting his head on top yours flowed in followed by taking you back by peppering your smooth and soft cheeks with kisses. That wasn’t something that best friends did.

Kita was right about how his logic of ignoring you to suppress his feelings was stupid and that the worst things that could happen were that he’d get rejected. But he didn’t want to face the chance of him getting rejected, he’d like you for so long and he learned during his time spent away from you that he didn’t want to just stop talking to you. Suna knew himself, if he got rejected then he’d distance himself away from you and never talk to you ever again because the embarrassment would eat him up.

He didn’t wanna lose you for that. He wasn’t ready.

What a coward.

He just really hoped you liked the flowers and read his note, he thought anything was better than a stupid “I’m sorry” text.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“Hurry up, I need to lock up the gym” Kita’s voice echoed throughout the walls as he stepped into the changeroom. Suna looked up from his phone, taking one last glance at your ‘see you soon :P’ text before shutting it off and shoving it into his pockets. As everyone began to leave one-by-one and bid their goodbyes to each other and their captain. The twins however didn’t leave until they both gave Suna a teasing punch on both of his shoulders. Suna only glared at them before proceeding to make his exit as well.

Kita stopped Suna before he could exit and the look on his face seemed rather serious. With his voice low, Kita simply said “She needs to be back by 7. If she comes home hurt in any way, I’m benching you” he said sternly and that was enough for him to feel his skin crawl under his tracksuit jacket. Suna nodded, understanding that he really wasn’t kidding and that he definitely bench him.

Kita turned around and opened the door for them both to leave the changerooms. They walked together side-by-side and from a distance, he could see your short figure walking up to both of them. You looked different today, your hair was sitting on your shoulders and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses he was yet to see was sitting on the bridge of your nose. You were clad in your uniform with an oversized pink knit cardigan overtop. Was that a new cardigan you were wearing? He’s never seen it before either.

Kita smiled at the sight of you skipping up to them and he watched you two exchange high fives and he gave you a brief little speech about staying late. You nodded along and Suna stood by and watched Kita ruffle your hair making you whine cutely.

He wanted to do that.

You waved goodbye to your cousin and Kita looked at Suna and gave him a firm nod before turning back and making his way towards the gym doors. You turned back and faced Suna, your hands behind your back as you made your way towards him with a warm smile. “Hey there” you greeted and stood in front of him, looking up so you could look at him clearly. Suna couldn’t help but look at you weirdly, why were you acting as nothing happened? Shouldn’t you be upset with him? “Hi, let’s go?” god, why was he so forward.

You hummed and shook your head, making him furrow his eyebrows in confusion, “do you not wanna go anymore? I can drop you off if you want-” You rolled your eyes, “I don’t see you for a week and you’re already trying to get rid of me?” you questioned and narrowed your eyes at him. Suna felt his heart wrench as your lips pouted.

He shook his head, “n-no” he stuttered. Your eyes perked up and you watch his cheeks heat up (potentially from embarrassment, but you're not going to assume) and look away.

You chuckled and grabbed his wrist and pulled him to follow behind you. What made you so bold today? Probably from the unexpected pep talk you had with Goshiki that morning.

“You don’t need him Ln-senpai! If he thinks he can just look over you and all your greatness and beauty and not acknowledge how beautiful you are and how your very presence graces this dull world then send his ass to KFC! You are a woman senpai! A beautiful woman who deserves everything. Not a value menu that has a 20% off discount!”

Did his speech make sense? Sure. You’ll take it over Tendou’s “cut his dick off if he does you dirty queen” text message sent with the confetti effect on imessage followed by a bunch of knife emojis that was honestly more threatening rather than comforting.

You pulled him out of the gym and Shin gave you a look before shaking it off and locking up the gym doors. From the corner of your eyes, you could see the twins sending winks your way before snickering and walking off. You rolled your eyes and stopped when you reached the doors of the school.

You turned around and faced Suna who looked very lost and confused. “Let’s not go to the convenience store today, let’s go somewhere else,” you say. Suna nodded slowly, “okay? Where do you wanna go?” he asked.

Just then, you lifted up your other hand and it was only then that Suna noticed you carrying a small pink lunch tote. You let go of his wrist and tucked some strands your hair behind you ear, “we haven’t had lunch together in a week and you had a meeting today again so we couldn’t do anything today either and well..” you trailed off and looked up at him and shrugged, “I figured we could make up for lost time” you muttered.

Suna felt his chest tighten, not only because you were absolutely adorable and it was making him lose his mind, but it almost seemed like you were the one trying to apologize to him when you didn’t do anything wrong. He did.

You frowned as you looked at how subtly his face dropped. As upset as you were, you understood that he wasn’t ready to tell you whatever he was meaning to hide. He wasn’t obligated to tell you anything and you understand that. A small smile creeping up on your lips, “let’s go eat at the park near my house. The one we walk by all the time. Saves you the trouble of worrying if you’re gonna get home on time or not” you laughed slightly.

Suna couldn’t say no to you, so here were the two of you now. Eating and sitting in front of the other with the bento’s you had prepared on the table. The park was as busy as it usually would be during the afternoon. The atmosphere felt warm as the sky was slowly settling into hues of orange with peaks of pink seeping through. Suna watched you happily eat the bento you had prepared and listened attentively as you told him about everything he missed during your week and you did the same when he talked about his.

A part of him couldn’t help but admire how pretty you looked in front of him. Suna was lying when he told the twins that you were a 7. You were beyond a 7 and beyond whatever scale they had given him. It was a rare sight to see you with your glasses and partnered with that oversized pink cardigan? You were adorable.

You tilted looked up from your food and stopped mid-sentence when you saw him just look at you with what seemed to be a fond look in his eyes. But you could’ve just been mistaken, maybe you need to have your prescription checked again. “Rin, what’s wrong?” you asked. At the sound of his name, Suna blinked snapped back into reality and was met with your concerned look. “W-what?” You chuckled, “you zoned out Rin, everything okay?” you asked.

Rin.

He liked the way his name rolled off your lips.

He shook his head, “I’m fine, sorry. This is really good by the way, I didn’t think you could cook” he said as an attempt to change the subject. You rolled your eyes but you looked away. “As much as I want you to believe I’m some great chef, Granny helped me with most of it” you confessed sheepishly.

He chuckled and poked the sausage that was cut up into a little octopus with his chopsticks, “Well, you did tell me that you burned rice once so maybe I thought too highly of you to make a full meal” he teased. You scoffed and grabbed his bento, “if you’re not gonna appreciate the chef then you don’t deserve the food” you huffed. Suna rolled his eyes and grabbed yours, “guess I’ll have to eat yours then” he said and shoved some rice into his mouth. Your jaw dropped at his actions, “Hey!”

As the day went on, you both began to feel at ease and comfortable once again with each other's presence. The harmony that flowed around between you two was coming back and was settling into its familiar rhythm. You two continued to chat as if nothing happened. Laughing at anything and everything you found remotely hilarious under the sun. Suna felt warm. He was here, with you, and everything felt okay. With both your bento’s empty and tucked neatly away into your lunch bag and the sun settling down and giving a wake-up call for the stars to come out, it was about time for Suna to bring you home.

The walk back to your place was comfortable. There was no tension in the air or any awkwardness in the atmosphere. It was simply peaceful. You were walking beside him and rambling on about something that had happened to you in class that day. It was slightly cooler and the winds were colder and he had noticed early on that you kept pulling at the ends of your cardigan at an attempt to get some more warmth from it. It would’ve just been rude for him to let you be cold, Kita would kill him if you got sick.

It took you by surprise to see Suna slipping off his volleyball jacket and shoving it into your hands. He was wearing a hoodie under it anyway, he didn’t mind. A part of him was just curious about how his jacket would fit you too and what kind of fool would you be to reject an oversized jacket? It was just extra points that happened to be from the boy that you liked.

Suna nodded along to what you were saying, but he couldn’t help the sudden urge to just grab your hand out of his system. You were walking so close to each other. Your shoulders kept brushing past and your hands were right there.

But with the events that happened this past weekend, he didn’t wanna overstep any boundaries. He was still too cautious that he would mess up and make you upset all over again. With the thought of his actions, Suna suddenly felt a little ball of guilt eat him up. He never stopped feeling bad about what he did. Kita’s words rang through his head, he needed to learn how to communicate better and not deal with everything all on his own. Maybe he really was a coward for letting such a dumb fear eat him up.

In the midst of your talk about how much you despise your math class, you turned to look at Suna and saw how troubled he looked. He didn’t even look like he was listening anymore and seemed to be having some sort of internal battle with himself.

You furrowed your eyebrows and grabbed his wrist to stop walking. “Rin, what’s wrong?” you asked, concern lacing the tone of your voice. You both never really brought up what had happened. Maybe you were just too caught up in having a good time but you were honestly content with the reasons he gave you. If he wasn’t ready then he wasn’t ready.

Suna however felt like he owed you so much more than his apology that he already struggled to explain.

Suna stared down at you for a moment, the unreadable expression on his face that only made you more confused. It was quiet for a moment, the only sound to be heard was the wind blowing by and the trees rustling.

Nothing would have prepared you for the way he turned around and pulled the arm that was holding his wrist and pulling you into his chest. His hands wrapped around your shoulders as he held you just a little bit tighter. He was a bit stiff, but you couldn’t put that against. He wasn’t the type of person to initiate things like this.

“I’m sorry”

Your body froze, something about his tone was different. It was vulnerable.

You stayed quiet, letting yourself relax slowly in his hold.

“F-fuck, I’m really sorry. I said I wasn’t good with words right? S-so I’m trying to explain now because you deserve it but I don’t even know why I did it. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you upset at all, I was just caught up with myself and I didn’t consider what I was doing to you. You didn’t deserve that. I like being around you and I’m sorry” He pulled away and one of his hands dropped to your waist and fiddled with the material of his jacket. You watched as his free hand dug deep into his pockets and you watched him pull something out.

“It’s kind of pathetic if you ask me and it’s also kind of ugly but-” he grabbed one of your arms and dropped the object into the palms of your hands. Your eyes widened at the little paper craft,

It was an origami strawberry.

It was small, it fit perfectly inside on the palms of your hand. You could see that he struggled with making it. The leaves were slightly bent and the tip of the strawberry was ripping off. There were lots of creases all in the wrong places and even the seeds were drawn on.

But it still melted your heart.

“I read somewhere about 1000 paper cranes for a wish and well, cranes are kind of hard and I didn’t have enough paper to make 1000 and-god this is so embarrassing-” he muttered the last part but gained enough courage to look up at you and meet your eyes. Your eyes were soft and patient. “I wished that you wouldn’t hate me. Or that, this wouldn’t y’know...make everything all weird between us. I like you-or well uh- being around you at least and I-I know you joke about it all the time but please don't-”

Suna paused when he felt you wrap your arms around his waist once again, hugging him back but just a little bit tighter. The small confession not even going through your mind because your attention was too focused on the way his words were making you melt.

“You’re an idiot” you mumbled into his chest and hugged him a bit tighter. Your words made his stomach drop, but that feeling went away when you pulled back and looked at him with a smile. A smile that said you understood.

“I’m never gonna force you to tell me anything you don’t want to tell me” You repeated but this time it felt different, it felt warmer.

“I’m never gonna hate you. I know how you are Rin, you’re not good with your words and I get that. You could've sent me a text but you didn’t. You went out of your way with the flowers and even the little note and this adorable fucking strawberry is more than enough” you laughed but you could feel your eyes watering up slightly with the overwhelming amount of emotions you were feeling all at once. “You don’t need to keep apologizing to me okay? I understand. Thank you,” you smiled. Suna stared down at you. Nodding slowly and you chuckled and fell into his arms once again.

This time, he was the one who held you a bit tighter.

“This side of you is cute you know, but It’s kinda ruining your whole tsundere image you’re going for. Bet the twins would make fun of you for being this thoughtful” you whispered jokingly, making him roll his eyes and huff a quiet “shut up” in annoyance. If only you knew the pain he endured for putting up with those twins.

You both stayed like that for a little while longer. Holding each other and fitting so perfectly in the arms of the other. If it wasn’t for your phone dinging from a text from Shin asking where you were, Suna swore he would have held you there for the whole night.

You pulled away first and tugged his hand, “come on, Shin wants me home now so let’s get going ‘kay? Don’t want you getting benched the whole season now do we?” you grinned and walked in front of him and tugged him along.

Somehow in some way, your fingers slipped perfectly into his.

Suna could only feel the warmth rising in his chest, his daze fixed at the sight of his hands interlocked with yours.

“Oh and Rin” you called out, making him snap back into reality.

Suna hummed, looking right back at you.

“Tell me when you’re ready, okay?”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“Text me when you get up in your room safe”

You turned around to him with a quizzical expression before letting out a chuckle, “I’m in front of my house Rin, I got here in one piece” you said and motioned your free hand towards yourself to prove that you were indeed, uninjured. Suna rolled his eyes and bit the inside of his cheek, “you’re clumsy remember, you might fall or something” he muttered and looked away.

You grinned and squeezed his hand, “Awe, look at you caring for me and my wellbeing. My ears might be deceiving me but it sounds like you’re in love with me” you teased and swung your hands together back and forth.

Suna huffed, his mind not properly functioning when the words fell out of his mouth.

“yeah probably”

Simultaneously, his eyes and yours widened and you both froze.

Both you and Suna blinked at each other twice. Your eyes looked down at your hands that were still interlocked and looked up at his face that was fully drained of any colour. Your heart was beating rapidly against your chest and Suna began to question the very point of his existence.

“W-what?”

“Uh-”

“Y-you said-”

“A-ah I-”

“Oi!” you both jumped and instinctively Suna pulled you closer to him. You looked at up him briefly before turning around to see Granny waiting by the gate with an impatient but also teasing glint in her eyes. “It’s almost 7:30 Yn-chan! You almost missed bingo night! Kiss ya little friend goodnight and come in before Shin and I eat all the mochi we left for ya” she called out but you could hear the teasing tone in her voice.

“C-coming!” you yelled back. Your face was piping hot and you wanted the ground to swallow you whole from the amount of embarrassment and flusteration you were feeling at that moment.

Granny nodded and walked back inside, and looked up at Shin who was standing with his arms crossed on the porch. Granny walked back to him with a victorious smile on her lips as she gave him a thumbs up. Granny knew what she was doing and she knew what she saw. She’s gonna call and gossip to your mother.

You gulped and took a step back and looked back at Suna. He was still frozen and his mind was racing at what just happened and he too, wanted the ground to swallow him whole. “I-I uh, I guess I gotta go?” you winced, but the tone of your voice made it sound like you were asking a question. Suna nodded, “y-yeah, goodnight I guess” he muttered as he looked away and you watched his face heat up.

You were both so embarrassed but neither one wanted to let go of the others hand.

Suna figured he couldn’t keep you out all night and just as he was about to let go of your hand, a sudden wave of confidence went through your veins and you just went ‘fuck it.’

You pulled his arm down towards you taking him back. His eyes widened, “what are you-” you stood slightly on your tippy-toes and kissed his cheek which made him shut up instantly. “That’s for today, thanks. goodbye.” you said frantically.

Suna froze, too much in shock and his mind was still in the middle of trying to register what just happened and watched as you let go of his hand and covered your face furiously blushing and running off to your gate and slamming it shut.

He stared blankly at the gate door and blinked twice as an attempt to get himself back to reality. He brought his hands up to his cheeks that were on fire. His mind kept replaying the way your soft lips kissed his cheek and could feel the slightest residue of your lip gloss still on his cheek.

Shit, you really had him wrapped around your finger.

“Idiot”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

a/n: BYE STOP IM SO SINGLE THIS IS SAD AND I AM DEVASTATED.

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dawnmon · 3 years

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Foolish Tommy Lore Transcript

Title says it lol, on May 6th they did lore that I transcribed at the time; the whole stream is great but I only transcribed the lore bit just for funsies, regardless of if it already exists. If it does, welp; I promise this is my own typed out thing that took an hour or so lol

Copy pasted from a google doc; whole 2.2k word transcript beneath the cut:

*Text*: Sound effects *Laughs* *Sighs* *Pickle sounds*

(Text): Actions, descriptions, or lulls (Pause) (Long Pause) (Looks away) (Loudly)

/Text: Overlapping lines

Pickle: Pickle.

https://youtu.be/Djy6uPtIKiE

Starts at 2:52:50

Foolish: I am a rich man, Tommy.

Tommy: Well, cool. I’m not.

Foolish: *Laughs* You’re wearing full Netherite armor. Well, besides the iron boots.

Tommy: Well I borrowed from Tubbo, so I could go and fight Dream.

(Pause)

Foolish: ...Oh, how’d that go? (Pause) ...Wait, you fought Dream?

Tommy: …*Frustrated sigh*

Tommy: (Heading to the Pickle) Do you hear that, do you hear that?!

Foolish: N-No no, no, nono, no no no, that is an important question!

Tommy: Do you hear that?!

Foolish: That is an important question!

Tommy: *Pickle sound effect* Ayyy! /Amen brother, amen!

Foolish: /No no, bad, no, shut up Pickle!

Foolish: What do you mean, you fought Dream?

Tommy (Quietly): ...W-Well, y’know… you’ve seen Wilbur, haven’t you?

Foolish: No, no, actually. Well, actually, it’s been a while since I’ve seen Ghostbur…. Probably, like, a few weeks ago. Lovely guy, I like Ghostbur.

(Long pause, Tommy looks down at the floor)

Foolish: Do you need Pickle time? You seem upset.

Tommy: Nope. We just mine.

Foolish: Just mine? Okay! Okay..

Tommy: *Long sigh* … Ghostbur’s, um, Ghostbur’s not here anymore.

Foolish: Oh, did he pack up? Move out? Got bored? He seemed like a free spirit.

Tommy: Yeah, he moved out, um, to this little train station, far away. There’s a little train station, you know, right near the world border. There’s a little train station.

Foolish: Oh, well that’s cool! I wanna see that sometime. (Pause) ...I was thinking about building a train myself, actually, I was gonna call it The Hype Train.

Tommy: ...That’s really cringe.

Foolish: Well, I-I disagree, That depends on your definition of cringe.

Tommy: You hit it, the nail on the head.

Foolish: No, I disagree, I-

Tommy: There’s a little, um, there’s a little train station, out near the world border, and Ghostbur went, but he left Friend.

Foolish: He left Friend?

Tommy: But we’ll get Friend to him soon.

Foolish: Oh.

Tommy: Because then he’ll be happy. ...But no, um, Ghostbur left, and I, I went to prison, to go and….

Tommy: (Pause) How much can you… take, Foolish?

Foolish: Take? What do you mean?

Tommy: Blood. Blood. Does that upset you?

Foolish: Uuum, mm, see, okay, okay, I-I don’t really, do that anymore. I haven’t killed a soul since being here. I don’t really do killing.

Tommy: (Slightly shaky) Ouh...well, um. I went to go and kill Dream, Foolish, you see, you know he killed me, don’t you? /And uh-

Foolish: /Yeah, I’m aware that- Wait, speaking of which, h- I never really asked you, you know, I knew it was kind of a touchy subject… How exactly are you back?

(Long silence. They stare at each other.)

Foolish: Okay, okay, maybe wrong question, wrong question…. Y’know, one step at a time…

Tommy: Alright, I don’t really feel comfortable talking about that with you, Foolish, /if I’m honest.

Foolish: /Okay, okay, no, fair enough,

Tommy: But, um…. *coughs* No.

Foolish: So, you fought Dream?

Tommy: Yeah.

Foolish: Recently?

Tommy: Well, I tried to, and then Wilbur, uh, was revived, he was revived, and he came back, uuuh, and now he’s… I don’t know where he’s gone, (Energetically) but all I know is I’m proving that bitch wrong, ay?!

Foolish: Wait, what do you mean-

Tommy: Because he told me, he told me I’m weak! He told me I couldn’t even lift… lift my whole weight, six-foot-three, and now, I’m, what I’m doing is I’m going and I’m picking up all this stone to prove him, I’m gonna get it and I’m gonna fucken go “Yeah, bitch!”

Foolish: You’re… gathering stone… wait okay, I have so many questions, but we'll just stick to one question at a time…. You’re gathering stone… to prove that, you’re a…a man?

Tommy: Well, I already know I’m a man, just to, fucken prove him wrong. And I need to, uh-

Foolish: That you can… gather stone?

Tommy: (Pause, quieter) Well, y-yeah. Fuckin’, I don’t know how to speak to you, man.

Foolish: I don’t really see how this solves the problem…?

Tommy: Well, it doesn’t solve the problem, it’s preventing the problem, Foolish, alright? Have you noticed that all the problems come, the-they don’t get solved, do they, alright? It ends up with some madman screaming he’s solved it, alright, and now he’s- and then look at ‘im, alright, now he’s taken away everyone's favorite man. Ghostbur, alright? Problems don’t really get solved on this server.

Foolish: No, no, yeah, I-I suppose you’re right….

Tommy: Yeah. /Well, that’s what I’m doing-

Foolish: /Well, how do we go about changing that? By gathering stone?

Tommy: No! Well, what I’m doing, my friend, is preventing the problem. Before it gets out of hand, like it did before, alright? *Sigh*

Foolish: So… Wilbur’s back… Uumm, okay, yep, I’ll just- I’ll- I’m not even gonna ask how he’s back, that’s-that’s a question for another day-- and you’re here, just, you’re trying to stop him? You don’t- You don’t like that he’s back? I- Weren’t you guys friends at some point?

Tommy: Listen. Listen, alright. /Come over here Foolish,

Foolish: /I’m still a little fuzzy on everything,

Tommy: Let me-Let me show you something, alright? You-You’re still very new ‘round here, /I’m not really sure... what you are, but, come over here, alright?

Foolish: /Yeah yeah yeah.

Tommy: (Leads him to L’manberg) You see this? L’manberg.

Foolish: Oh yeah, I’ve heard this before.

Tommy: This was mine and Wilbur’s na- It was Wilbur’s nation, (shakily) it was Wilbur’s, which makes it all the more heart-wrenching, alright? And he decided, that even, *sigh* and he doesn’t mean this, but even though at the time--when we made this?--it was to get away from Dream, because Dream, wouldn’t let us do what we wanted to. He told us that we had to live under his big, iron fist, but we went “No, Dream, that’s not fair, is it?” alright, you don’t think that’s fair, do you Foolish?

Foolish: No, no, /so you were a couple revolutionaries...revolutionists, basically.

Tommy: /We can’t- People want to do what they want. So we made this nation, yeah, we made a nation, and it was glorious, and it was amazing! People challenged it, sure, but we got through it!

Tommy: *Heavy sigh* And then to try and con--you really don’t know the story?-- /and then to try and consolidate our power... we held an election.

Foolish: /I mean...yeah.

Tommy: Now… *Sigh*

Foolish: Oh man, you’re saying there used to government here? Oof.

Tommy: Now, the problem with an election is it kinda puts all your life on the line, which can be good, if you’re confident, but perhaps we were a little overconfident… and because of that, Foolish, well, we, um…. We lost! To the hands of JSchlatt, right here, actually, right about here is where we lost.

Foolish: Oh.

Tommy: And Schlatt banished us. Now, we were okay, when- I was okay, when we were banished, and I knew that we’d get it back, that we’d talk about it, right, as you said, peace is the option.

Foolish: Mhm.

Tommy: ...But here’s the thing, Foolish. Wilbur didn’t want to do anymore talking, he’d given up with that, because some people aren’t strong enough, alright, some people stop talking.

Tommy: ...You know the phrase “treat others how you’d want to be treated”, Foolish? /That’s a really important phrase.

Foolish: /Yeah! Yeah (nods)

Tommy: And people hear it, you hear your teachers say it, you hear it when you’re young, people don’t ever listen to it, “treat others how you’d want to be treated”. Wilbur disregarded that rule. He decided that... he wanted to be treated poorly, so he’d treat everyone else poorly.

Foolish: Why do you think that?

Tommy: *Sigh* Honestly, I…. Sometimes I don’t know, myself. (Pause). But this block here, (Gestures to TNT at Wilbur’s shrine), he used this and he blew up L’manberg and...shattered it into a million pieces. Now, Wilbur, he was a good man, he is a good man, deep inside him, alright? /But he’s been a-

Foolish: /So you’re saying there’s still redemption for him?

Tommy: Well, he’s been a good man deep inside him, but he’s been a bad guy for a very, very long time. And I know that there’s still good in him, there’s still good in everyone, really, Foolish, even if they are all assholes, and wankers, and… but-

Foolish: Do you believe in second chances?

Tommy: No, I don’t. I don’t really believe in second chances, I don’t- that’s not really a thing for me, Foolish, it’s just that… *sigh*...I believe everyone’s got a little bit of good in them. And I know that Wilbur had good in him, alright, so I won’t g-

Foolish: You said “had”?

Tommy:...Yeah, he did, because when we made this nation- although now he seems to claim- he claimed to me, Foolish, that the nation (slams fists on irl desk) we built together! *Shaky inhale* ...He claimed that it was all just a ruse for power. Now, I think that Wilbur’s just being a bad guy, alright, and that’s okay, we’re all bad guys, everyone messes up, it’s- you learn the most from your mistakes. He’s made so many mistakes, so many that have hurt so many people, but, what this is gonna be about isn’t giving him a second chance, isn't giving him a third chance, it’s not about chances, Foolish! It’s about making sure you don’t give up on the people you care about. So I know you’re still really new to this server, and I know you’ve built lots of things,

Foolish: (Nods) Yeah, yeah,

Tommy: So I know if you really care about someone, do not give up on them, Foolish, don’t give up on people, alright? /Because that’s how you lose.

Foolish: /You know, Tommy, I think I had you wrong. I think I had you wrong.

(They leave L’manberg)

Tommy: Oh, I don’t know what that means.

Foolish: Well I just, y’know, you’re a little more...mature than I thought you would be. I thought you were just a loud, obnoxious, y’know what I mean, do-what-you-want, y’know, a couple muggings here and there, but no, maybe there’s more to you than meets the eye.

Tommy: Well, I still do that, obviously, because it’s funny. And it’s fun-

Foolish: Well, *Laughs nervously* Nah, I mean- I understand…. But maybe there’s more to you, Tommy, than I thought.

Tommy: Thanks, I guess. (Begrudgingly) ..Maybe there’s more to you, too.

Foolish: Oh, there’s so much….

Tommy: Okay.

Foolish: Do you consider yourself to be the good guy or the bad guy?

Tommy: ...That really depends who you ask, doesn’t it, you know? If you ask Dream, he’d say I’m- he’d say I’m his little- I’m his little play- (shakily) his little toy, that he plays with, y’know? It doesn’t…

Tommy: *Inhale* Foolish, honestly, I used to consider myself the “good guy”, y’know, the fucken second in command, going around and going “yeah, let’s do this!” yeah, but recently… these past….

Tommy: …*Shaky breath* (Quietly) These past 6 months, or so, Foolish, everything got so much harder than it was before, but, because before it was just “us fighting the bad guys!” but it was also clear, y’know, it was all so clear,

Foolish: Yeah, nothing muddy,

Tommy: But it’s not been clear for so long, alright? It wasn’t “these are the bad guys, these are the good guys,” now it’s, “he’s doing this, and that makes him a bit worse, that makes him a bit-”, it all got so fucking complicated, so… I don’t know. It depends on who you ask, but… *sigh*

Foolish: I dunno, it all seems strange, cause, just hearing from others, and y’know, learning a little bit, it seems like you’ve been… the hero, you’ve been, the villain, the conqueror, the savior, and even now I still have no idea what you exactly are.

Tommy: Well, that’s up to you to decide, isn’t it? I’m just a… I dunno, these days Foolish, I’m a little weaker than I used to be. I’m not who I want to be, but… *long sigh*

Foolish: I’m gonna be honest with you, Tommy, that’s the same case for me as well.

Tommy: Oh, really?

Foolish: Yeah, yeah yeah yeah

Tommy: Here’s the thing, Foolish, unlike you, I don’t really have a choice. I have to try and be who I want to be, ‘cause if I don’t… very bad things are going to happen on this server. And now Wilbur’s back, Foolish, I can’t… quite frankly, no one can risk that. So I don’t really have a choice. I’ll just keep on mining, I’ll and keep on pogchamping.

Foolish: You’re just gonna pog through the pain?

Tommy: I try to, and then Twitch deleted the Pog emote.

(They talk about Pogchamp and Lore Man for the rest of the stream [a very funny bit])

Ends at 3:03:23

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anatomical-puppet · 3 years

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A short lil fic because Oh My God, Arthyr My Beloved,,, I also just wanted to write some Eira angst with at least a kinda-happy ending lol :')

Warnings: Cursing, as well as mentions of injury and being attacked/jumped. Ask to tag if I forgot anything!

Reblogs appreciated!!! ^^

Arthyr had always found the day-to-day routine of princehood rather dull. You’d think it would be a walk in the park, and he was the first to admit that he did have it significantly better than most. But even then, there were still downsides.

The constant circle of guards that stalked his every move was certainly chief among his complaints. Really, what sort of self-respecting seventeen-year-old couldn’t even take a walk by himself? It was humiliating.

He was on one such walk- just a simple stroll to unwind after a particularly tense dinner with his parents- when he heard the falls of familiar boots a few meters to his left. They turned into an alleyway, the one a few blocks southwest of the castle with the graffiti at the far end and the family of raccoons living in the garbage cans. Thank god he’d taken the time to memorize the kingdom’s layout as a child; his little getaways would have been much more difficult otherwise.

“I think I heard some disturbance over that way,” Arthyr blurted immediately, pointing forwards and to the right, down a side street lined with book shops and apothecaries. “If you all would take a moment to investigate, I’d be very much appreciative.”

Three of the four guards flanking him nodded, hands apprehensively gravitating to their sabers as they walked the few meters to investigate the prince’s ruse. Thankfully, the remaining guard was new to his position and had yet to learn that the prince needed a careful eye on him at all times, lest he mysteriously vanish. He was remarkably stealthy for his height.

Arthyr waited a mere moment, listening to the other three guards grow steadily further away, before slipping silently behind the back of the fourth and jogging into the alleyway he’d heard the boots duck into.

“Eira?” he called in a stage whisper, smiling to himself and dragging his right hand along the coarse brick wall to keep himself on track. “I know you’re down here, silly bastard, I heard you.”

A hefty sigh greeted him from further along, lower than Arthyr had expected. He must’ve been sitting on the ground.

“I thought you said you were gonna be at home tonight.” The voice was congested and hollow.

“I was. But now I’m not.” Arthyr’s brow furrowed as he turned to face Eira’s voice, then sat beside him, careful not to dirty his cloak. “You sound cross.”

“I’m fine,” Eira bit back.

“Clearly not. What’s the matter?” Arthyr reached a hand out to carefully grasp Eira’s shoulder.

“Don’t touch me,” Eira snapped, jerking his shoulder away.

“Eira, what-

“Go back home, Arty, it’s cold.”

“You say that as if it’s anything new,” Arthyr said with a roll of his eyes. “Really, what’s come over you? You sound like you’ve been crying. Tell me.”

Eira cursed, then stood and continued walking down the alley.

Arthyr could hear the limp to his steps.

“You’re hurt? Eira-”

“I told you it’s fine.” His voice cracked at the end. “Go. Home.”

“No.” Arthyr stood and began to walk beside Eira, his longer strides making it impossible for Eira to pass him without running, which would’ve been damn near impossible with that limp. “I’m not leaving you alone until you tell me what happened and how I can help.”

In his frustration, Eira slammed his hand against a nearby trash can, crying out on impact as pain seared back through his wrist.

“Something with your hand, too,” Arthyr sighed, holding a hand out towards Eira. “May I?”

Eira hesitated before shakily holding his left hand out for Arthyr to gingerly take.

His wrist and hand were shoddily wrapped in bandages, and he heard Eira wince when he put pressure on the joint. The bandages were slightly damp...

But they were cold. So it was just melted snow. Good.

“Who was it this time?” Arthyr asked gently, carefully pulling Eira’s sleeve down to cover the bandages before letting go and crossing his hands back over his cane.

“Some jackass fuckin’ kids,” Eira spat, leaning against the opposite wall before sliding down to sit. Arthyr took up his spot on Eira’s right yet again.

“They jumped at me, just tryin’ to scare me, and I… got startled. Accidentally hit one of them with some ice. And then they kicked my ass. Six of them, I think? Maybe more. I couldn’t see.”

“They attacked you because of the ice..? Or because you hit them?”

“Obviously because of the fucking ice,” Eira spat, then sighed. “I’m sorry. I’m just kind of on edge still.”

“That’s alright. I know how you get sometimes, I don’t mind.”

They sat in relative silence for a few moments before Arthyr heard a scratching on his left.

“You’re picking at the scar again.”

“What?”

“The scar. You’re picking at it.” Arthyr lifted his hand, giving Eira ample time to move his own away before gently guiding his touch away from the mark on his face. “It’s going to bleed again if you keep prodding at it like that.”

“I’ve had it for years and it’s only bled twice. I think I’ll be fine.” Arthyr could hear the roll of his eyes but chose to ignore it.

“Well, here. I can’t be away much longer or my father’ll have my head for running off again.” Arthyr rifled through his pockets, then pulled out a few coins and handed them to Eira. “I’m assuming you’ve got some scrapes and cuts, too, so buy yourself some antiseptic. And get supper while you’re at it, I know you haven’t eaten.”

“You sure you’re not magick? You seem pretty fuckin’ psychic to me” Eira breathed out a weak laugh but didn’t take the coins in Arthyr’s palm. “I’m fine.”

“You know I’m not going to take no for an answer.”

“Arty, really, I-”

“Eira, darling,” Arthyr mused, “denying the direct orders of the prince could be reasonably considered as treason, no? And I have ordered you to take this money and go buy yourself some damn food.”

Eira chuckled again, more like himself this time, and reluctantly slipped the coins into a hidden pocket of his jacket. “Thanks, your highness.”

“Ugh, you know I hate it when you call me that,” Arthyr laughed, standing and wiping snow from his cloak before holding a hand out to help Eira up.

“Of course I do. That’s why I do it.”

“Scoundrel.”

“Rich kid.”

“Street rat.”

“Pretty boy.”

“Little- wait, what?”

“What?”

“Prince Arthyr!”

Both heads turned sharply at the intrusion of the guard’s shout, just outside the entrance to the alleyway.

“Shit,” Eira whispered, looking about frantically. “I gotta hide, they’re gonna think I was trying to shiv you or something.”

“Find someplace quick, dumbass,” Arthyr hissed, hurriedly shoving Eira to the left. “I remember there being some boxes over there when I was here the other week.”

Eira dove, skidding into the snow behind the conveniently-placed stack of crates just as one of the crown’s guards rounded the corner, heaving a sigh of relief at the sight of the prince standing, unscathed, at the tail end of the alleyway.

“Goodness, your majesty, why the hell are you in this dingy place? Not fit for a man of your rank, you know. And I really don’t think you’re supposed to be on your own, regardless.”

“Thought I heard something else awry and must’ve taken a wrong turn in my investigation,” Arthyr lied, walking briskly past the guard and allowing his cloak to whip against his face. “I’ll try not to get turned around next time I take a detour.”

#heartless #abd illustrates #prince arthyr #eira hale #my writing #tw cursing #tw injury mention

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sweetest-honeybee · 3 years

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Down to Dust

Chapter 4

Fic Summary: Grian will have to keep the dragon egg secure for the Watchers. But, they’re not the only ones who want it. On a completely unrelated note, Mumbo will have to deal with a version of himself thats only amplified by his No Killing mindset.

Chapter Sumamry: Mumbo was surprised to find that Grian was right when he said the egg was magical.

TW: Slight electrocution I suppose, and descriptions of lightning

Word Count: 2415

Notes: Again, the two farms are in the overworld, not in the Nether or End for the sake of the fic

Enjoy! And this one deserves a Read More because it’s long lol

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By the end of the next day, Mumbo had finished his first farm and half of his second farm. Much to his surprise, the egg didn’t bear any harm. It was strangely quiet recently but it didn’t bother him any. At the moment, it was in his inventory should anyone come by and see that he had it. It’d ruin his plans and he didn’t want to give up the egg just yet. Really, he could probably keep it forever. It had been completely safe and comfortable- or, as comfortable as an egg can be- since he stole it. Mumbo called that pretty responsible.

Who was he kidding, Grian would kill him eventually if he never found it himself.

He laid down the last of the comparators for the third row, focused more on finishing his farm than overthinking the egg situation. If all went well so far, they should be able to work on their own if he flipped a lever. The redstoner pulled the egg from his inventory and held it up to his face.

“I think everything looks about right so far, yeah?” He turned the egg as if there was a face to show his work. The egg quite obviously never spoke but it helped to explain the redstone and find the flaws in his contraptions.

Nothing seemed out of place. The first row’s test went swimmingly and by replicating that a few more times, all should go as planned when he tested them together. With his luck it may not happen but he could stand to be a little optimistic at least. Mumbo went on to build the last of the uniform rows and easily finished another quarter of the farm. All was down to just encasing said farm in a wall of glass to avoid the items spilling over the sides.

He stood back once more with his hands on his hips, the egg now by his feet. The redstoner was proud to say the least. He looked down at the egg which only sat stock still. Leaving the egg, he turned to dig in his chest for more materials.

Unbeknownst to him, however, the egg wouldn’t stay still for much longer.

“Glass, glass, where on Earth did I put the glass?” He mumbled to himself. He continued to rummage. Eventually, he pulled away from the chest with an internal cheer. “Of course it was next to the pistons.”

He swirled back around when he began to hear small pops from behind him. As he did, Mumbo’s eyes widened. Small purple sparks crackled every so often at the base of the egg and quickly began to grow in size. The egg itself launched into a fit of rapid vibrating.

“Oh! Uh-oh!” He dropped the glass next to him, shattering upon impact, and hurriedly jogged to the now terrifyingly lively egg. “Please tell me you're supposed to do that!”

The redstoner hesitated, going to touch it, then pulling away with a worried whimper. Mumbo didn’t want to touch it but he panicked as he was at a loss of what to do. The egg was calm for weeks before now. Even Grian would’ve said something if the egg had done something like this before Mumbo stole it.

Ah…Grian did tell him it was a magical egg.

Mumbo only thought Grian was joking to keep him from taking it. He’s never seen a dragon egg do that! It was just from the update, he suggested to himself. Eggs were just suddenly powerful and might destroy his days of work. He laughed nervously and pulled at his tie. It didn’t matter what he thought, the small sparks were now large bolts that shot their way into the ground. It singed the grass around it, turning it to a coal black. He had to back away from the egg’s ever expanding radius of energy.

“Oh what do I do- what do I do?!” Then, the obvious idea appeared and he palmed his forehead. “Grian!”

The redstoner fumbled to get his communicator from his pocket, almost dropping it several times. He miss-clicked several icons with petrified fingers and growled in frustration. Only when he finally opened the chat, the egg ceased its episode with an immediate halt. He looked up from the screen with caution and took another step away from the egg.

The area fell silent. Not a bird’s chirp or leave’s rustle broke the blanket of stillness that suddenly washed over everything. It wasn’t a comfortable silence, though.

He inched forward with small steps, clutching his communicator. Seconds passed, then a minute.

“H…Hello?” He said tentatively. He stuck a leg out, poking at it with the tip of his shoe then retracting his leg once more. A sigh escaped his lips. “Good, I guess that’s over with then.”

But it wasn’t. The egg was hardly finished as the bolts started again, much much larger than their already massive size they reached before it stopped the first time. Mumbo shrieked and attempted to retreat back to his chest. It took no longer than five seconds before a wave of the purple energy resonated through the ground and absorbed into the two farms. It knocked Mumbo from his feet and onto the grass, sending an electric shiver through his body.

He shielded his neck with his arms and waited. He only turned over when the sounds of roaring pistons caught his attention. But, that was hardly what he worried about as he watched in awe- good or bad, he wasn’t sure yet- at the effects of the egg’s sudden show of magic.

Both farms were activated and running faster than any farm he’d ever seen. Items upon items flowed down water streams and into stacks of chests. Some items avoided their intended route and simply floated in all directions above the farms. It was loud, incredibly loud. Mumbo nearly had to cover his ears as he initially cowered from the noise. However, he soon pulled himself to his feet and slowly approached the over-efficient farms.

A violet haze emitted from the redstone, replacing its originally reddish color, and from the cracks between each set of stone bricks. Each block crackled and hissed with energy, and it almost felt as if he were gaining some of that energy himself. Small bolts fizzled out over his suit. He lifted his left hand and turned it over, watching as sparks flew over and down his fingers to their tips.

To put it simply, it was a beautiful and supernatural sight. He wasn't sure how to react. His own heart was still racing- from the energy around him or his nerves, he also didn’t know.

While in the middle of the two farms, he glanced back at the egg which no longer twisted and turned, but sat with slowly flowing violet streams of energy penetrating the ground. Much like the hum of a conduit sounded from it. Now, it seemed very calm in contrast to its earlier fit. Mumbo assumed- for obvious reasons, really- that the egg powered the farms despite the contraptions having been able to power themselves via redstone. It was captivating and he couldn’t help but to become curious about what was inside the egg that would’ve given it so much power. That or had it already been created with it. Either way, he yearned to learn more about it. It could be revolutionary and improve efficiency immensely.

Although, the event was short lived as the egg’s energy flow sputtered and dissipated, leading to the farms shutting down with it. Mumbo looked up as items began to rain over his shoulders when they fell. But, he was hardly bothered. At this moment he realized a few things.

His farms worked, thankfully; The egg held an amount of power that could power several farms; Mumbo wanted to keep the egg for even longer to experiment.

Of course, he still wanted to eventually return it but as someone who couldn’t kill anything, the egg could help him for the time being...He already had many ideas popping into his head by the second. It only made him giddy for what was to come. He ran over and scooped up the egg with an ear-to-ear grin, holding it up to his face.

“You, my friend, are one wicked egg,” he complimented. Then, he put it in his inventory and prepared to fly home. He’d clean up the mess later.

As he rocketed off to his base, he noticed his red sweatered friend sitting alone on the roof of his house. Even when Mumbo flew by, Grian didn’t wave or nod up to him or really even look at him. Piquing his curiosity, though he should just go home and avoid confrontation, he landed behind Grian and carefully stepped down the slope of the roof.

“Hey! Haven’t heard from you much today,” he greeted. Mumbo was only met with silence. “Are you okay?”

After a second, Grian twitched when he realized that someone was talking to him. He turned his head to where Mumbo crouched down next to him.

“Oh! Sorry, I was just thinking. This is my thinking roof.”

The redstoner hummed. “Ah, don’t wear yourself out then,” he laughed.

“You should try it sometime with that empty head of yours.” The avian chuckled dryly and looked back to the setting sun, the small smile falling from his face.

“Thanks,” Mumbo replied, initially with a smile himself but found himself meeting Grian’s frown. He waited a few seconds before speaking again. Then, he tapped his fingers on the deepslate. “So...what’re you thinking about?”

“A lot, honestly. It's still the beginning of the season, I’m sure everyone is.” He waved a hand dismissively then looked at Mumbo. “What about you? Have you been thinking about anything?”

Mumbo snorted, attempting to lighten the mood. “Thinking isn’t good for me. I overthink when I do and it hurts my brain.” He paused. “But, if you’d really like to know, I’ve been thinking about the egg.”

This made Grian perk up. “What about it? Do you know where it is?”

The redstoner hesitated. Not yet, he can’t give it up just yet. “What? No, not at all. But, I had a question.”

Grian deflated, then looked away with his chin on his arms, legs tucked to his chest. “Alright, shoot.”

Mumbo’s stomach twisted. “I uh- maybe now isn’t the best time actually. You know, while it’s missing and all.” He cracked a half smile.

“Yeah, while it’s missing,” the builder scoffed. “Just ask me, I’m sure I can answer.”

“Ah- um, sure. Why...why is the egg so special to you? I understand sentimentality, but it just seemed more…” He sighed. “I don’t know. I wondered maybe- maybe it uh… did something, you know? You said it was a magical egg. Maybe you could tell me about it?”

He heard a low chuckle from Grian. “It’s just some stupid egg, it’s not magical.”

“I- oh.”

“Yeah, I’m sure that was disappointing for you, wasn’t it,” Grian sneered. The two stopped. Grian pulled his head up and Mumbo furrowed his brows. “Nevermind, I didn’t mean it like that. Sorry. Just stressed.”

Mumbo stood and tightened his jaw, ignoring the builder’s excuse. “You know, you’ve been real onto me about that egg. Why don’t you tell me about that instead or go bother Scar. Every conversation I have with you now is just accusing me of taking it.”

Grian thought back to what Aisling said, then his last thought before he came to the roof. “Because maybe I saw you sneak into my house and steal the egg. And maybe, I don’t know, it’s my stuff.” He stood and faced Mumbo with a finger to the redstoner’s chest. “And maybe it’s because you are an insanely terrible liar.”

The other was at a loss for words, opening his mouth then clamping it shut repeatedly. The tips of his ears reddened in embarrassment. Of course Grian probably saw him take it, anyone could’ve. But why didn’t he say anything before? Satisfaction? Did he want Mumbo to just admit to it?

It didn’t matter now, the jig was up and all of his plans for the egg were now down the drain.

“I- I’m sorry,” was all he could muster. “I didn’t think it was such a problem.” He looked down at his shoes. “You…have been acting differently since it was gone, I didn’t think I made you mad.”

The avian sighed in relief and put a hand on Mumbo’s shoulder. “I’m not- look at me,” Mumbo lifted his head, “I’m not mad. Really, I’m not. A little annoyed, maybe, but not mad.”

“But you just scolded me like a toddler!” The redstoner whined.

Grian laughed. “Because you have to do that when a toddler lies to you. But, I’m not angry at you, at Scar, or anyone else. I want to tell you why that egg is important, I do, but it’s not the time for that, yet.” He patted his friend’s shoulder. It was clear Mumbo had more questions but decided to avoid them. “So, where is it?”

“Ah- well, I should warn you first about something.” Grian’s eyes widened. “No, no! Nothing happened to it! But um- well, it’s not ‘just some stupid egg’, it’s one seriously powerful egg, dude. What kind of dragon did you fight?!”

“...Excuse me?”

“Yeah! It powered two of my farms at once, did this huge explosion thing with a bunch of lightning, and it was awesome, but the egg-”

Grian took a hold of Mumbo’s shoulders roughly. “Mumbo, did it do anything to you.” The builder was suddenly very serious, as if Mumbo would die if he said yes.

So, of course he lied. “No? I was well away from it.” Grian let go and crossed his arms with a raised brow. “I was! I ran away because I obviously didn’t want to die.”

The other sighed. “Good, I need it now, then.”

Mumbo pulled it from his inventory, hesitating to give it back. Then, he put it in Grian’s outstretched palm. With nothing more to say, he waved goodbye and glided back to his van. Grian watched as he did and once the van’s door slid shut, he looked down at the egg. While he inspected the egg, he noticed a new detail to its shell that made his stomach sink.

A cursive two letter initial, MJ.

#long post #hermitcraft #down to dust #grian #mumbo jumbo #my fic

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aonogifreactions · 4 years

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Hug Headcanons: Revisited

a/n: ive felt like i should rewrite this for a while now. i hated seeing those stuped ~180 words, so.. thats why were here! xD i added yukio to the mix as well, since ive gotten this ask >:) huge thanks to @no-remorse, who beta-read it for me <33

Tiny edit: I’d love to hear the feedback for this one! <3

Warnings: Spoiler in the last headcanon in Yukio’s part!

★ Characters: Rin, Yukio, Mephisto, Lucifer, Amaimon, Astaroth.

★ Words: 2,1k.

Rin:

no matter where, who’s watching, or what had happened before, he’s gonna give you a big, big hug! he absolutely lives for your hugs, it soothes him emotionally so much and works as immediate relief.

almost always his one hand wraps around your waist, while the other one goes on your head as he nuzzles into your neck; his hugs are always tight, almost as if you were about to get taken away from him - he doesn’t really feel like that inside, but.. he likes feeling that you’re here. present. for him.

after a fight, he immediately runs into your arms and almost makes you both fall on the ground as you nearly lose your balance when his arms wrap around you; feeling your embrace, your warmness.. something in his mind switches right away and he’s calm. he’s still shaking, but it gradually stops as he relaxes in your arms.

at first, he might be a little shy, but when he gets comfortable, he can’t keep his arms away from you. He just.. loves feeling you. hugs make him somewhat vulnerable, because he lets his frustration out, and at the same time - Rin gets an extreme dose of serotonin. He tends to place his forehead on yours just before he loosens his hold on you, and eventually moves on do to his things.

depending on your height, he still loves hugging the same! if you’re short - during hugging, he also places his cheek on your head, leaving a soft kiss on your hair. if you’re tall - he loves!! hugging!! into your chest!! or whatever he reaches!! he’s just snuggling into you like a madman.

he gets butterflies in his stomach when you hug him from behind and almost starts stuttering. (do it when he's cooking or sumn,, but u didn't hear it from me)

also, please, PLEASE wrap your arms around his neck. he’s gonna MELT.

Yukio:

his hugs are rare, but it’s not like he doesn’t touch you - it’s just Yukio being Yukio; hugs make him vulnerable, similarly to Rin, except that it’s Yukio’s way to “open up” about his problems a little. It’s surely a very small step forward, but it shows that he's trying, yet he doesn’t realize how much it actually helps him.

he prefers to hug somewhere where there are not so many people around, not necessary in private completely, but as long as you’re the only one with him in the room, he’s down for a hug if he feels like it (or you beg him enough lol).

he’s usually silent during hugging, but he really “quietly” lets his frustration out, you might even catch him sighing. at first, he embraces you with only one arm and places his head on your shoulder, but when it hits him - the emotions, that he’s been waiting for years and now he’s finally able to tell someone everything - he’s almost crying, but he intertwines his other hand with yours instead. even though there are no real words shared, his love language involuntarily shows the beauty of his complicated personality.

now, he’s a little “unwilling” to hug you, mostly because of all that emotions crashing on him, but he feels so much better afterwards.. it’s unreal, he feels like you used some kind of magical spell on him.

the worst time to hug him is probably when he’s angry - and while it seems like a totally normal thing, it doesn’t work as comfort for him - it makes him even more upset, so it’s really best to leave him alone for some time. he knows your intentions are good though, so usually, he comes back to you with a calmed mind and apologizes.

I picture his S/O being in this mess in chapter 126, where the twins just beat the shit out of each other, and suddenly Yukio’s s/o comes up to him and stops from shooting Rin - he’d have that mental wall blocking him from hurting you in any way, just when he realizes he points his guns at your face or grabbing his hands and attempting to get Rin out of his target range - both of those things and any similar scenarios would end up with him looking at you with those beautiful, yet unfortunate eyes showing so much pain and sadness, along with that broken expression on his face, hoping to understand him.

Mephisto:

we’re gonna have fun here. hugging with Mephisto is pretty common, he likes touching you physically and doesn’t really care if people see it - he’ll push boundaries as far as he can, but unless it’s someone or something really important, he stops and gets serious.

^unless it’s Arthur, he could politely knock on the door. Hearing the permission to come in, the first thing he sees is Mephisto hugging you with a hand on your lower back, heading dangerously onto your ass while casually giving him random papers and smirking at him. wow.

if you think the twins’ grip was tight, Mephisto’s gonna literally try to squish you into his body - it’s not hugging if your bodies aren’t touching themselves in EVERY possible way. You could be practically glued to him and he won’t complain - in fact, he’s gonna have that shit-eating grin and tease you by saying “hmm, aren’t you needy, darling? you can’t be away from me even if I work!” (even if.. it was him who called you over...)

he GETS handsy and you can’t do anything about it. and he really does it on purpose, just to tease you and see how much time it takes for you to get either horny or snap at him. nonetheless, he likes to place hands around your waist or just on your hips, then shove you into him, so he’s able to whisper sweet nothings in your ear.

hugs definitely show his rather “softer” side, the silly one - but he also doesn’t hesitate to hug you when he’s serious; these hugs, however, tend to be quicker but more intimate. even if it’s just him standing next to you and placing his hand on your hip while watching the dark sky, stars flickering slightly as you feel a slight, cold breeze hit your face; you look at him, wondering what he’s thinking about, this incredibly sharp mind with hundreds, perhaps thousands of different thoughts. Is he reflecting? Reminiscing? Regretting? or is his mind wandering around some silly thoughts? Yet you’re the one left wondering, not noticing his emerald eyes have focused on yours a while ago. You take your eyes off him, slightly embarrassed, hearing only a faint chuckle and feeling his grip tightening on you as you two once again gaze at the glittering galaxy above you.

Lucifer:

due to his body being not as strong as Mephisto’s - he’s usually down for cuddling instead. however, when some of the elixirs do their job, he’s gonna give you hugs pretty often.

prefers to be in private when he really wants to give you a genuine hug; he doesn’t want to show others he fell for the trap named “love”. he lets himself be a hypocrite about it, for once (ekhem satan and yuri).

Of course, tiny hugs wouldn’t be forgotten while attending stuff anywhere else on Dominus Liminis, but they’re just quick hugs when you walk past him. he isn’t ashamed of you by any means, in fact, he’s proudly walking along with you most of the time, having a hand either on your waist or interlaced with yours.

Lucifer’s hugs are very, very confident and send butterflies to your stomach - he radiates that strong energy to make you feel secure in his arms - the world could be falling, but as long as you’re in his arms, he’ll do anything to protect you from any harm, even if this means losing his precious body.

sometimes he hugs you in his own, unique way - he interlaces both of his hands with yours and places his forehead against yours, closing his eyes and sighing softly. while you might think it’s not really a hug, it’s definitely a very sweet gesture. you can get a kiss on the temple or a few sweet and uplifting words whispered in your ear too, if he feels particularly affectionate that day.

his views on physical contact are... a little bizarre; he’s confused and doesn’t fully understand the purpose of it, yet - he will admit it’s quite satisfying. feeling your lover is definitely something that feeds the feelings he’s had deep within him. he might be a little stiff when you introduce him to this too, no matter how many times he’d seen humans do it - experiencing it for the first time is new to him, but surely it is something he grew to enjoy.

so what’s that “hugging” thing again? you just wrap your arms around someone and.. that’s it? are you supposed to just stay like this? how long? - that’s pretty much half of his thoughts going through his head when he hugs you.

it takes him quite a long time until he “learns” it just “makes him feel better”. he understands (kinda) the idea of it, but deeper down, he’s still pretty puzzled.

In the early stages of hugging, Amaimon didn't realize how strong his hugs were - if he didn’t break any bone of yours, then it’s a miracle. As soon as he noticed you almost passing out, he stopped and the guilt of possibly causing you harm has kicked in, so he promised you to make it up the best way he can.

Amaimon doesn’t realize it - but as time passes he grew used to hugs! Especially greeting hugs, which at this point he doesn’t realize he gives - it’s become a habit of his.

not a fan of long hugs - to say it bluntly, he becomes bored if it lasts too long (unless there’s been a fight beforehand, in this case, he understands you want to regain the sense of security that physical body is able to give). he likes quick hugs instead, which he gives more often.

Amaimon’s hugs are pretty simple - he wraps his arms around your waist and that’s.. pretty much it. He might rub your back sometimes, but to be honest - he just likes the simplicity. Funnily enough, when Behemoth notices you hugging, he also wants to participate! Tiny demon bounces your way and while it’s near your leg, he starts clinging to it and nuzzling himself (Amaimon’s kinda >:((((((( when he sees Behemoth snuggling, but it’s his boyo so he forgives him).

However, Amai gets really mad when he sees you hugging someone else than him. Unless it’s a close friend or family member, he’s.. somewhat accepting this, but if it’s someone he doesn’t know - he’ll either try to fight them or take you bridal style in his arms and just go away.

He also gets awfully handsy, which he probably picked up from Mephisto. His one hand might slowly slide down to grope your ass cheeks; when you look at his face questionably, he’s just gonna place the other hand on your ass as his answer.

Astaroth:

his understanding is even worse than Amaimon’s, so he’s initially against it. he doesn’t understand the purpose of it and it's very hard to convince him otherwise, saying something along the lines of “if you need your “physical contact” we can fuck on the counter”.

continuously asking him would only make the situation worse, as he’d get annoyed more each second, eventually making him leave the house for a few days. one situation, however, changed his mind the most - he’s once lashed out at you, leaving you crying. he left nonetheless and waited a few days until he cooled off. feeling bad for his actions and regretting doing it for once, he came back, but instead of confronting you - he left a withering rose with a note.

he’s learned a little bit from that situation - seeing that you accept his quirks, he decided to try out some of your ideas - including hugging. and oh boy, how wrong he was.

he will NOT admit he likes hugs for his life; very “tsundere” approach to it, but you can catch his face being relaxed sometimes.

his favorite hug is.. hugging you from behind! whenever you’re cooking or being busy just in general, he loves surprising you with a hug, encircling his hands around your belly as you flinch slightly, not expecting him. as an apology, he places a gentle kiss on your shoulder.

due to him being nasty, you gotta bear with his dirty-talking he’s “performing” every time he hugs you. he also WILL tease you by groping your chest with no shame, attempt to give you hickies, and after a while - move his hands dangerously near your chest.

#Ao no Exorcist #blue exorcist #rin okumura #Yukio Okumura #mephisto pheles #lucifer #amaimon #astaroth #Headcanon #Pure

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chickwiththepurpleguitar · 3 years

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Lilly!!!! Congrats on 500 followers! As for a prompt, how about Willex + Banana? teehee!

Thank you and thanks so much for the prompt!! This is my very first time writing Willex, and even really writing Willie, so this was really fun for me, and I took your random prompt and ran with it lol. I hope you enjoy! Content warning for anxiety.

It becomes a thing kind of by accident.

See, when Alex gets anxious (and not, like, regular, reasonable anxious, but like stupid anxious, like literally nothing is wrong and he KNOWS this but his brain won’t stop telling him he’s in some kind of danger anyway), it helps to have something in his hands. Drumming’s the best option of course, because the blisters on his fingers distract him from how cold and shaky his hands are, and the noise drowns out his own troubled thoughts, and if his heart is racing cause he’s out of breath, then it’s easy to pretend it’s not also racing for literally no reason at all. When he’s away from his drum kit, he just shoves his hands in his pockets and rubs his fists against the fabric, or he twirls his sticks in his hands (though he’s done less of that lately ever since it got out of control once and one of his sticks flew out of his hands and got stuck up Reggie’s nose).

But then one day, Alex and Willie are taking a walk down by the beach, and things are good, really, it’s a nice day and only three people have walked through him and Julie braided Willie’s hair (which just does things to Alex), so by all rights, he should be having a great time.

But as much as he tries to ignore it, Alex just can’t shake the feeling that something is… off. Willie is talking about something—some guy named Tony who’s “not worth shit” apparently—but Alex barely hears him, too lost in the fog steadily rolling over his brain. The sun is a little too bright all of a sudden. The beach is too crowded, even though Alex can’t really feel any of the bodies pressed in around him. Somewhere down the boardwalk, a dog barks, and Alex flinches.

Willie must notice something’s up, because he slows to a stop and hovers a hand above Alex’s shoulder. “Alex? You okay, man?”

Alex swallows, nods, tries to take a deep breath (it doesn’t really work). He might be hyperventilating just a little bit, and there’s sweat dripping down the back of his neck that can’t just be from the sun, and his hands feel tingly and numb, but he manages a shaky, “Y-yeah. I’m—I’m okay.”

Willie frowns, clearly not believing him, which is admittedly fair. Alex can’t help a burn of frustration at his own stupid brain from bubbling up inside his chest. Nothing’s even wrong, he should be having a good day, so why does he feel like the freaking Jaws music is playing in his head? He closes his eyes, realizes standing blind in the middle of the sidewalk only makes it worse (even though it’s not like anyone can knock into him), and opens them again. His hands open and close futilely around the air, but there’s nothing for him to grab onto to ground himself. He’s just wearing a t-shirt, so there’s no pockets to shove his fists through, and he didn’t bring his drumsticks with him (and he’s learned recently that summoning them when he’s anxious doesn’t always end well; the last thing he wants is to accidentally crush himself or Willie with the entirety of his drum kit).

“Okay,” Willie says, stepping in front of Alex so that his view is blocked of everything but Willie. “I’m right here, Lex, okay? Everything’s gonna be fine. Can you tell me what you need? Do you want to go home?”

“No,” Alex says instantly. He doesn’t think he can focus enough to teleport right now, doesn’t want to find out what’ll happen if he tries.

“Okay, that’s totally fine, we’ll stay right here. Can you try to breathe for me?” Willie’s voice is calming enough to cut through the fog at least a little bit. Alex manages a deep, albeit shaky, breath, and Willie’s smile lights up golden. “Good job, man, that was great. Keep doing that if you can, okay?” He holds his hands up. “Touch yes or no?”

“Yes. Oh god, please, yes.” Alex grabs one of Willie’s hands with both of his and immediately starts playing with Willie’s fingers, letting the contact of skin on skin and the physical task of twiddling Willie’s fingers between his own bring him back down a little bit.

Willie gently reaches up the hand Alex isn’t holding and cards it through Alex’s hair, smiling softly. “You know you can ask, right, Lex? You don’t have to wait for me to offer.”

Alex nods. He knows. That doesn’t mean he’s ever gonna do it. “Sorry.”

“Hey, no, none of that.” Willie shifts his hand in Alex’s so that their fingers link together and gives it a reassuring squeeze. “Is there anything else I can do? You good to keep walking?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” Alex says, and even thinks he means it this time. He’s still not 100%, but he’s breathing a little easier, and Willie’s hand in his is grounding, and he’s been walked through like fifteen times just since they’ve been standing here, so yes, he would very much like to keep walking now.

Willie smiles and steps around so they’re standing side by side again, and they continue slowly down the boardwalk, still holding hands. Alex starts to apologize, stops himself, instead just says, “It helps, sometimes, having something to do with my hands, you know?”

Willie shoots him a carefree grin. “I get it, Hotdog. Glad I can be of service.”

Alex blushes, smiling down at their joined hands. When he glances back up, though, Willie’s no longer smiling, instead squinting thoughtfully at Alex’s other hand, empty and still sort of twitching at his side.

“Give me one sec,” Willie says before Alex can ask what’s up, and then disappears. A moment later, he poofs back and presses something into Alex’s hands.

Alex blinks down at it, confused. “Willie. This is a banana.”

Willie shrugs. “It was the first thing I could find.”

But from then on, whenever Alex gets anxious away from his drums, Willie gives him a banana, and Alex turns it around in his hands, scratches off the sticker, picks the peel open from the bottom. And then, once he’s calmed down, he holds Willie’s hand and splits the fruit with him.

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nad-zeta · 4 years

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Match up ~(˘▾˘~)

Hi I’d like an Ikevamp matchup! (This is my first time doing this but oof) i’m a shy(at first) brown(Filipino to be exact) girl that’s a lil on the chubby side, Virgo, messy short hair, 149 cm(short-), and an INFJ T and a Ravenclaw. I’ve also got really fat legs and as much as i like them some dont :”) i like to read books than listen to people read them aloud cuz I’m a visual learner. I like writing bc it helps me get all these ideas out of my head. But i’m really unorganized so i never really finished anything other than a few poems and one horror short story. I enjoy cracking a good joke for anyone to laugh at and am really affectionate with my loved ones. I draw sometimes too but they’re not that good :> so my hobbies are:writing(mainly), drawing. I love learning about new stuff that’s not really included in school bc it’s not one of my biggest priorities to me lmao. I also really like studying whilst listening to music. But unto my dislikes, i really dont like injustice for other people and have this belief in me(i belive everyone is equal). I hate loud noises (eg. rain, or a truck) it messes with me more than my hair lol. I don’t like people insulting me in a more meaningful sense, meaning im not hurt if anyone curses at me but if it’s a little more meaningful then that hits me hard. Most people think im insensitive but i get hurt too ya know. But i always welcome critique even if it doesnt seem so. I flirt sometimes with my friends cuz thats how much i love them ig. I can play the ukulele but im not too fond on playing instruments so i ight sing instead of both. Anyway, i hope that’s enough. Message me if it wasn’t and i’ll add more! Thanks!

Hi hi, love! ❤🥰Thank you so much for the request! Ooooh your first match-up, how exciting! I hope I can live up to your expectations. 🦋🥰☀️Anyways sorry for the long wait and I truly hope you enjoy. Hope you have a super good day!❤🥰 @la-liar

So I match you with…………… Mozart

So the first time the two of you interact, it was basically silence. Both of you cuties were too shy and reserved to speak to each other. That is basically how it was for the first few weeks of your stay at the mansion.

You were rather shy, so you kept mostly to yourself spending all your time in the library, reading and writing. But that all changed one day when you discovered the music room.

You had decided on a whim to explore the mansion a bit and stumbled upon a pristine music room. You made your way inside and smiled as you spotted a ukulele in the corner of the room. You simply couldn’t help yourself, as you picked up the instrument and started to play. Closing your eyes as you played, you started to sing along to the familiar tune.

At that moment, Mozart had walked past his beloved music room. He had stepped out for a moment, only to get himself a freshly brewed cup of hot chocolate before continuing to compose his newest piece. The second he heard the sound of an instrument coming from his beloved music room he sighed internally. He slammed open the door and froze in his tracts when he spotted you sitting on the floor in the corner of the room absorbed by the music you were producing. He had every intention of scolding you, but all that dissipated as the soft, soothing tones of your voice wash over him like a gentle ocean wave. He found himself calm and at peace for once in his life.

Inspired by the tune you were singing, he sat down at the grand piano and started playing along. The second the first note of the piano echoed off the walls of the room you opened your eyes in shock, not realizing someone had come in midway through your song. You profusely apologized to the man and left before he could say anything.

For the rest of the day Mozart was stuck, he couldn’t get that song you were singing out of his head. He was starting to get frustrated as thoughts of you were plaguing his mind. That night he stormed up to your room, took you by the hand and guided you back to the music room where he handed you the ukulele, “Play.” His words were blunt and his violet eyes were sharp and determined. You stared up at the man in confusion as he sat down at the grand piano, waiting for you to start the song. You sighed sitting down next to him on the bench and softly started strumming the strings. Mozart couldn’t keep the faint smile from forming on his face at the sound of the perfect harmony and melody the two of you produced together. Since that night you were the only other person, other than Sebastian permitted to enter into the music room whenever you wanted.

Every day since, you would wander into the room as Mozart would play the soothing melodies. You loved to study while listening to music. So every day you would bring your books to the music room as Mozart played and just sit and read or write, as Mozart’s symphonies would echo in the background. Although the white-haired man would never admit it, he very much enjoyed your company. Unlike the rest of the residents, you were quiet and soft-spoken, and you didn’t irritate him like the rest of his housemates.

Often during the afternoons, when Mozart would take a break from playing, he would walk over the corner of the room that you would occupy and just stare down at you. He would usually in his classical tsundere roundabout way, ask you if you wanted to grab lunch with him. You honestly had to smile at his clumsily blunt tone and the dust of pink that would grace his features.

The two of you would sit under the shade of a tree and chat for hours and hours about the most random of topics. You had quickly come to realize that the brutal way in which Mozart spoke, was just a front to cover up his true feelings. Thus you never minded the meaningless insults that he would occasionally throw your way. Cause they were just that meaningless. If anything, the way he would say them with that slight smile dancing across his lips, they were probably meant as his own type of endearments towards you.

Both of you cuties often get so absorbed in your daydreams that during your lunchtime picnic, that you can be found just staring into space. Mozart’s mind would be occupied with the latest songs that he would like to compose, and your mind would be drifting off, thinking about the latest topic that you have learned about or read. Its actually pretty hilarious, especially when the two of you are at the dinner table and Arthur is chatting away to the two of you, while both of you would be off in dreamland. It’s only when Arthur waves a hand in front of your eyes that both of you come back to reality. During these times, you and Mozart usually lock eyes and laugh, as it had become a somewhat, inside joke between the two of you.

You often flirted with the man, especially after the two of you had started to become friends. You loved the way his cheeks would get dusted in a light pink shade matching his eyes perfectly. And you can’t help but laugh whenever he stutters a little insult in response. Although don’t get me wrong, he is the only person who can give you small insult endearments. Anyone else who dare utter one bad thing about you, will face Mozart’s scorn.

Like one time the two of you went to the bookshop to browse together, when some dodge man came up to you and started telling you that a woman shouldn’t be in a book shop and that the book you were holding was too advanced for you. Cue Mozart practically tearing apart the man with his sharp gaze. Mozart’s voice boomed in the bookshop like a crack of a whip, and by the time he was done giving the man a verbal smackdown, the dodgy fellow couldn’t leave the shop quick enough.

Just then violet eyes met your dark brown ones, as Mozart gave you the most tender look and asked in a soft tone if you were okay. He could see the sadness in your eyes, and he knew even though you put up a tough front, you were also rather sensitive deep down. He gave you a tight hug and kissed your forehead as he told you not to ponder on the man’s hurtful words. “Mein Liebe, don’t let that man’s mindless babble bother you.” He then took you by the hand and lead you to a coffee shop where he bought the two of you some hot chocolate. And the two of you spent the rest of the afternoon chatting away.

It wasn’t clear exactly when you and Mozart transitioned from friendship into a relationship, but regardless you were the only person privileged enough to see this man’s soft side. And boy oh boy was his smile enough to make your heart melt. Mozart is actually a massive softie under his harsh words, and loves to shower you in affection. He knows you hate loud noises, so he is always sure to, take you the town route with the least amount of people and noises. And you best be sure he will be by your side to soothe you in a split second during any type of thunderstorms

He never knew just how much you hated loud noises like thunderstorms until one night. It was the dead of night, and the sky was littered with dark stormy clouds and flashes of lightning. You woke up abruptly to the loud rumble of thunder that followed a flash of light. You let out a loud squeak as you pulled your blanket over your head, in an attempt to block out the noise. By the second flash and roars of thunder, you were on your feet making your way to Mozart’s room.

You gently pushed open the door, when yet another loud crack of thunder and lightning could be heard shaking the mansion’s walls. Mozart had no time to react, as all he heard was the patter of your bare feet on the wooden floor, and then the weight of a warm body diving onto his bed. He cracked open an eye and was shocked to see the expression of dread on your tear-stained face. He wasted no time at all in pulling you beneath the covers into his warm embrace and he pressed your face to his warm chest. He gently traced soothing circles on your back, while he tenderly sang you a soft lullaby to coax you into sleep. The noise of thunder and lightning faded into the background, as you focus on the feeling of Mozart’s fingertips dancing across your skin and his soft, soothing voice.

Since then, at any sign of a storm, Mozart would be sure to drop everything and seek you out. He would usually wrap the two of you in a fluffy blankie, and he just holds you tight in his arms. Sometimes he would play the piano to soothe your anxiety, while other times he will just sing to you.

Mozart absolutely loves your sense of humour, and his stony features will always crack with a slither of a smile whenever you make a joke. Bonus points if you actually get him to laugh. He will legit huff out in laughter, while shyly hiding his face in the crook of your neck as you continue to crack hilarious jokes. Anyone privileged enough to see this rare scene unfolds is very lucky indeed, as Mozart’s smile and laughter is like the sun coming out after a very long stormy week. It is bright and filled with warmth, and reserved for your eyes only.

Even though you have a tendency to never really finish writing, Mozart will insist you show him any of the pieces that you do manage to complete. He loves the way your words flow on paper, and it down right inspires him to write a few songs to accompany your stories. He also beams with pride whenever you draw him a cute little scene on his sheet music. He will be sure to keep that page with your doodle safe for all eternity, cause he just loves them so much.

The two of you cuties are the most affectionate couple around, behind closed doors of course as Mozart might just die from embarrassment if the two of you engage in any sort of PDA. He loves it when you sit beside him and rest your head on his shoulder as he plays you the newest ballad of his love. You are the love of his life, and he will spend every day of his existence loving you. He loves to give you cute little Eskimo and butterfly kisses whenever the two of you meet in the hallway.

You best be sure this man will spend every free moment he can get hugging and cuddling you. Often the two of you cuties will simply be spending a quiet afternoon in the music room together, nestled in each others arms while drinking a warm cup of hot chocolate, listening to the pitter patter of the rain outside.

Other potential matches……………. Dazai

I hope you enjoyed this dear and I hope you have the best day. 🦋☀️❤

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crqstalite · 4 years

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From the prompt list? I'm sending in something simple with will, hopefully, just go in any direction you want. And that's "Always." For whichever pairing you wish :)

posting this before i chicken out, because i’ve been at this for like eight hours already lol. trying my hand at a little shakarian [petrakarian, in this case], and there’s a sprinkle of happiness if you squint ;)

edit: i’ve also never written garrus before honestly. definitely tried my best but i’m sure there are mistakes in there somewhere. regardless, happy to provide.

pairing: brione petrakis/garrus vakarian. word count: 2,611

She's putting it off. Leaving, as it was.

Honestly, she doesn't know why. Her bags are all packed, her dress blues are pressed and folded on the cot next to her. Her datapad has been prepped to send all of her reports straight to Alliance Command. Yet she's left her comb in her duffel, hair decidedly unbrushed around her shoulders, still sitting in her fatigues and they're only an hour out from the Citadel. She could be in the crew quarters, going over any possible assignments they could give her. She could be trying to get another couple of winks in. Anything other than being here, and desperately hanging on to what felt like the last thing she had in the galaxy.

It would've been so much easier not to be here right now, but nothing in the last year had been easy. It's harder to force herself out, hell she's been sleeping in here for the last week or so.

The lights flicker just above her, the battery still stuttering in a way that frustrated Garrus to no end. Not that they had much need for it these days, but she'd offered to take a look at it. He'd been content to let her sit nearby. Talking about trivial things during the first few days after the suicide mission with some of her senses glossed over by pain meds, maybe more than a little wine in their systems. Then it waned into painful silence as they grew closer to the station, wine bottle empty and all sentiments aired. All the things she knows she can't say, all the things she wants to.

She rolls another bandage around her hand, pulling taut. It'd been her good hand too, a lucky shot taken by a Collector that had left her unable to snipe properly during the last leg of the base assault. Still bruised and trying it's hardest to bleed through. Mordin hadn't been there to do it properly, so it had been her, hearing gunshots against the barrier they'd set up, blood gushing from her hand with Garrus asking her if she was alright. Medi-gel spilling from her shaking hands, only being able to offer suppressing fire with her Carnifex before Shepard told them to retreat. Her wrist whined from the motion, and she barely catches a blue eye darting between her and the UI when she groans.

"Still bothering you?" His voice is softer than usual when she catches him in the act, hands stilling over the keyboard, "Chakwas should really take a look at that."

"She can once we're back in Alliance space," Brione haphazardly cuts off the end of it, tucking it under one of the other wraps. She tests a smile with the nearly healed scar on her lip, "Besides, you're the one who was apparently up and fighting with Shepard not even two days after you nearly died, Garrus."

Another beat of silence before he starts again, mandibles flaring as he sighs. Exasperated with her, maybe. He'd been bothering her about it for days now, usually asking how it was and if she needed anything, "We Turians are a bit hardier than our human counterparts," He gestures to the scarred side of his head, bandage recently removed. "Brione-"

"Don't." She lays the gauze down next to her, unable to meet his eyes. She doesn't want to think about the fact these are their last days together, the fact this could very well be the last time she hears him say her name. There wasn't much guaranteed after their non-human crewmembers stepped off the ship, nothing saying he had to stay with her, even over light years separating them, "I'll see Chakwas once, once everyone is gone. Shepard will have my head if I lose a hand before we get there anyway."

"You can't hide in here forever, Brione," Is all he says, giving her a concerned look but finishing his diagnostics on the console first, "No reason in putting it off."

This talk has been a week coming. He hesitates, unsure of himself while she tries to will the tears away, turning away from him. What was she, six? She could handle a suicide mission (which they'd all nearly died on), so why was saying goodbye, saying see you later, saying that she'd see him again soon so hard? She was a captain of the Alliance military, not a babbling schoolgirl with a crush.

Except, that's what it felt like, navigating a relationship with him. She'd downright giggled at something he'd told her.

Does he know just how much he means to her?

It wasn't as if extranet access would be blocked for her when she got back to Earth. By every law that Shepard had learned (and in turn exploited) surprisingly quickly, most of the human operatives aboard the SR-2 wouldn't be arrested under the same duress she would be. Brione could still send messages to Palaven, could still say hello every once and a while.

Hello wasn't the same as being able to sit in a comfortable silence with one at the console, the other completing her daily reports with her legs folded under her, hair tied up in a messy bun at the base of neck. Hello wasn't the same as finding leftovers from the dinner prepared earlier and pulling all-nighters just to spend some time together.

Brione wasn't sure when this had turned into more, when she had started to want more. When she couldn't think of a tomorrow without him. At first, she'd just entertained it as little more than a fling, if she was going to die at the end of the year, then she could cross a few things off her bucket list. And, he was a friend. They'd met a few years before the SR-1, a one off meeting during her shore leave. Then they'd been squadmates, fighting their way through waves and waves of Geth, two snipers snipping at each other for their aim. It boggled the mind that it'd been so quick after Alchera, that she started to discover little things about him when she had little else to do. The small visits about the battery that turned into hour long conversations once she'd rejoined the Normandy. One or the other venting about a minor problem or a large one they'd held onto for so long they'd made a joke of it.

He'd patiently listened when she recounted the dressing down she'd been given after Torfan and the therapy sessions she'd attended afterwards. That, she'd never told anyone about in detail. Hated reliving the day, but it slipped from her mouth so easily while she'd been sitting on the crates. Then she'd sipped on some sort of tea Shepard had picked up on the Citadel, listening to him about Sidonis, about his time on Omega in general. That by the time they were within range of the relay, she'd simply decided she didn't want to let go. That there wasn't anyone like him, that there was so much left that she still wanted. They'd spent the night on the cot he'd dragged in here sometime ago, and she'd never felt so alive.

Then they'd survived. And then there was a whole new life expanding before her, with the Reapers looming over them. But she'd lived, they'd lived, and now she wasn't sure what they were. It wasn't a fling anymore, but she didn't know where he fit into her life.

Whether he wanted to fit in her life. She's sure he could have just about anyone, and he hadn't seemed too upset, giving her the way out of asking whether she wanted something closer to home.

How did he become her home? It could've been anywhere else, on Earth, in London, on the Citadel. But instead, it was a certain Garrus Vakarian.

"This isn't -- it isn't the end, Brione, not if you don't want it to be," He holds a hand out to her, "If I know Shepard, and I'd assume I do, she'll get us back into the thick of it within a couple months. If that."

"That might be a little optimistic," She responds, toying with her hair for a moment before grasping his hand, pulling herself up off the cot to look at him properly. She gently holds a hand against the scarred side of his head, brushing the rough plates with her thumb, "I would've been rather stupid to think this would last forever, running into the sunset. I'm just glad we had what we did, Garrus."

He leans into her touch, his other arm snaking around her waist. Why did it have to be him that she'd become attached to? The first person that'd make her feel more like a living being than a cold blooded killer that remained a few seconds from death every time she stepped off the ship?

Why is he all she can think about these days?

"I," He pauses again, "I'll always just be a comm away. If that's what you want, of course."

"Always, hm?" She asks, "Don't know how timezones work from Earth to Palaven, but if you haven't noticed, I'm not much of sleeping person. You could lose a lot of it, talking to me. But you've never minded it before now, I guess."

"It'd be better than nothing." He responds, when she drops her hand and instead pulls him closer to her. Maybe it's not the most comfortable with him in armor, and her still regularly needing their dwindling supply of pain meds, but she just wants to feel something, anything. She can't go back to the way things were, alone, and cold in an alliance apartment with nothing but her next meal going for her.

"I don't want to leave you, Garrus," She admits, her voice cracking. Brione won't cry, she wills herself not to, even as the dam strains against them, "You, damn you, you're...everything."

"You're...lovely yourself, Brione. Not like I'm itching to leave either, not when everything's already going right for once," He responds, the words thrumming through what she thinks are Turian subvocals. If Turians even can whisper, she's pretty sure he is while gently running his hands through her hair, then trailing down her back, "But I'm not sure I look all that good in...what was it Shepard called it? 'Jumpsuit orange'? Not sure how friendly the Alliance would be to me either."

"Probably not very," She tries to laugh, tries to force anything out at all, but instead all she gets is a choking sound that she could compare to a varren. A rogue tear slips out anyway, and all she hopes for is that Garrus can't see it. Why is she falling apart? Why now? She has a million and three battles under her belt, and this is what shatters her? Not a shotgun, not a scion, but this.

She'd said goodbye to so many people before. To her various adoptive parents over the years, her old COs, even Alenko more recently. None of them destroyed her like this was.

Relationships. They're impossible. They're weaknesses and vulnerabilities that your enemies are just waiting to take advantage of. Even more if your's is a cross-species liaison, one that shouldn't have become everything that it was now.

Brione doesn't want to live without him.

She can't bring herself to say it out loud, so she doesn't. He holds her a little while longer, they don't say anything but reassuring the other all would be well. Or at least they try, and it dissolves until silence when there isn't anything to say but repeat themselves ten times over. They sit for a while after that, time whittling down all the while. Her hands fit a bit oddly in his, but she can't find herself wanting to let go all the while.

Shepard's voice comes over the comm with a timer on their arrival, and she has to pick up her things, fastening the last button on her jacket and throwing her duffel bag over her shoulder. Garrus offers her one last lingering forehead touch when they reach the airlock, and she kisses him softly, knowing if she stays any longer, she won't be able to leave.

But she does. She has to be able to.

She sees him off, the glint of his blue armor the last thing she sees. She thinks she's the perfect picture of someone who was trying (and inwardly failing) to stay afloat with a forced grin and a wave as he walks off. Brione doesn't care, as much as the crew teases her about calibrations in more than one capacity. A few get a smile out of her, but she feels numb the rest of the way to Earth.

Cold. It settles in like an all too familiar blanket. The chill of not really seeing the faces of the people around her, nor acknowledging what they had to say.

She slips back into her normal routines, after the hearing. Doesn't even realize it at first, but without her usual visits to someone who wasn't dolled up in Alliance blue, there's nothing to it. She's shuttled back to the Citadel after a month, sent to work with Udina. A liaison to Alliance and from the Council, is effectively her job description. It's like clockwork, sleep, work, find something to eat if she was feeling physically up to it, work until she couldn't, then reluctantly sleep again. Fix up her sniper rifle on the weekends, take it to a range to keep herself sharp.

There's no Turian on her six though. No one there to bother her that her shot is off just a few inches so that clips the outside of the target.

She sees his face in every single one that walks by until they all blur together. She hears his voice in every C-SEC officer that speaks to Udina, to her.

It isn't until two months later that she receives a mail on her comm. Right in the middle of another one of Udina's tirades about the lack of Council support and funding, she opens it like any other email she'd received before. Calculating, tired, she reads over the sender, the subject line and is halfway through scrolling through it when the glaze over her eyes recedes and she realizes just who it is. Her breath catches in her throat, taking her leave for the afternoon.

She finally gets a call after work that day. And just as suspected, it keeps her up all night. There's so much to say, so much that she hadn't known. Her new job, his new task force. And yet, he still seems so indescribably happy to see her. That her eyes are barely being held open to focus on him, but that he's here, as much as he can be.

"Sure you don't want to take back that offer of always being on the other end of the comm? Now that we've done it, I might get a taste for it," She says, yawning as she absentmindedly rubs an eye. Udina will give her shit for being there late in the morning (in a couple hours really), but she doesn't care.

"As long as you want me to be," He nods, "Well, hopefully you don't start calling me at the oddest hours of the night or in the middle of meetings, but always, yes."

"Hm. I'll file it under consideration," She perches her head on her palm, taking in every detail the vid would let her, "Always?"

"Always. Now get some sleep, Brione," His voice softens, mandibles flaring into a smile as her vision blurs, "Good night."

Five months after that, communication to Palaven goes dark. The Reapers attack, and she watches wide-eyed as they touch down in Earth.

And her always becomes an empty promise with every refugee she watches come in during the days afterwards.

Garrus is not among them.

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wackpainterkid · 5 years

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a burst of bright color (1/1)

a/n: I love noliv because they’re two artsy fuckers who are also giant children when they’re together so here’s a Manon’s Mondays fic that’s just that :) Also why am I such a procrastinator lol, made Monday with six minutes to spare, please forgive any mistakes.

rating: T (things get dirty but not in that way)

2400 words

also on ao3

Liv: Are you home, because I’ll be there in five minutes :)

Maybe she should have given Noah slightly more notice before dropping by, but Engel wanted to meet in a café close to his house and eventually had to cancel last minute because she wasn’t feeling so great, so Liv was suddenly left with an unexpected free moment and what better way to spend it than by annoying her boyfriend for a bit.

She’s sure he won’t mind.

Well, she’d know that if he would answer his phone of course.

Four minutes pass and she locks her bicycle close by, walking the final minute to his house. She rings the doorbell before taking a step backward, peering up to see if she can spot any movement in his room.

The doorbell goes off for a second time, but still no answer. Liv purses her lips.

Noah might be with Micha or Gijs, he might even be at the grocery store.

Obviously, she doesn’t need to know his whereabouts 24/7 and obviously, she’s a strong and independent woman that doesn’t need a man but on her way here, she had kind of anticipated to see him and going home without seeing him would be disappointing.

A thought emerges in her head.

Liv thinks about a place she hasn’t been in quite some time, a place she hadn’t even thought of in a long time. There is no real reason for her to suspect he will be there, no real reason except for something he told her six months ago. That he used to go there to find some peace. And she doesn’t even know whether that is the case right now, whether she isn’t overthinking his absence, but still, she decides to just take the leap. To just go there and see if she is right. And if she isn’t, if he isn’t there, well then she’ll simply go home.

It’s a calm September evening, with a light breeze moving through the warm air, with the sun lingering in the sky, undeterred by clouds. At least the walk there and back will do her good.

The church comes into view and there seems to be light coming from inside; it is difficult to be sure when the sun hasn’t truly set yet, but it still evokes a hopeful smile on Liv’s face.

She walks towards the entrance– or what she believes to be the entrance as the one time she has been here before, Noah had brought her inside the building through here. With some of Liv’s force behind it, the door creaks open.

Her eyes adjust to the dim lighting of the church and see him standing there. She has to control the smile that tries to creep on her lips, has to keep it from being too ecstatic at the sight of him. Noah, however, has a wary look on his face as he is alarmed by the door’s sounds and attempts to determine who has come to infiltrate his quiet place.

Liv struggles to shut the door again but when it’s finally closed, she walks over to him. Out of nowhere, a seed of fear settles in her body as she comes closer and closer; what if wanting peace means not having to be around her?

“What are you doing here?” she asks him, taking in the paintbrush in his hand and the large canvas he’s standing in front. His distrust instantly morphs into something happier, something more joyful when he hears and sees her. He definitely doesn’t mind that she’s here, Liv’s chest deflates in relief.

“I could ask the same of you,” he teases with a broad smile.

“I went by your place and you weren’t picking up your phone.” Noah’s eyes shoot to his jacket lying in a corner, his jacket which Liv presumes contains his phone as well. “I had an inkling you might be here,’ she continues while minimizing her words with a tiny shrug.

“Good instincts.”

He lays down his brush on the easel and wipes his hands on a cloth to get rid of the excess pigment. His paint-stained hands cradle her cheeks before he goes to kiss her hello, she rises on her toes to meet him halfway.

“Hope I’m not intruding,” Liv says once their greeting is over.

“Of course not,” he reassures, his head shaking.

“What’re you painting?” Her gaze travels to the pedestal and her body follows. She stands next to him, her hip almost glued to his as she watches the almost empty canvas.

The little color the painting has, Liv doesn’t really consider color; they’re greys and blacks and dark blues, and she doesn’t like how suffocated they make her feel. By now, however, she’s learned to be patient and just wait to see the finished product. She knows better than to second guess Noah’s art. He’s the artist. He’s the one who creates these pieces of art. He isn’t about to tell her how to write a chorus out of the blue, nor should she give unsolicited advice and criticism on how to paint.

“I have no idea,” he replies, scratching the back of his head as he considers the painting too. “I got stuck so I thought a change of scenery might help.” He motions to the church they’re standing in. So that’s what he’s doing here. Trying to get inspiration.

“And is it?”

“Nope.” His lips plop around the word before he lets out a sigh that makes his shoulders drop. “Very frustrating.”

Her eyes leave the canvas and fall on him. He didn’t need to tell her it’s frustrating because, as she watches him, she can see it influence his expression and his movements.

This isn’t the first time something similar has happened. Occasionally, Noah just gets worked up in finding the right colors and composition, and sometimes it’s to such an extent that it completely blocks him, that that search for perfection keeps him from finishing the piece altogether.

Luckily, she knows something that could help distract him.

Liv hugs him from behind, laying her cheek against his back and she feels his hand cover hers.

“You wanna make out?” she mumbles against the fabric of his shirt.

“What?” Noah looks at her over his shoulder.

Liv teasingly wiggles her eyebrows and he chuckles as his hand rubs over her arm.

“Given the place we’re currently standing in, that seems slightly blasphemous, don’t you think?”

She frowns as she tries to figure out where exactly this is coming from. Noah is just about the least religious person she knows and usually, she’s the one who has to say no to a make-out session because if he would have his way, they would randomly make out in the freezer section of an Albert Heijn supermarket.

“I mean, you’re the one who brought me here on a date and started this whole thing. But your loss, I guess.” Her hands unlock from around his waist and she steps away from him. She sits down on the closest pew instead, giving him the room to focus on his painting again.

Her eyes travel around the church, they rise to the ceiling and descend to the floor, they oscillate along the walls.

She forgot about the beauty of this place, of its simplicity. Forgot about the dim lighting and the colored windows. It makes her want to sketch. She opens the little notebook she always carries with her and fishes a pen out of her bag. A line appears on the blank page and then another one until the shape of a cross appears, until the shape of a painter named Noah appears underneath.

Liv can sense his eyes spending more time trained on her than on the painting in front of him. He grabs a new brush and dabs it in color, bringing it close before laying it down again, mixing yet another shade or picking another color altogether. He doesn’t actually brush them on the canvas, though.

Eventually, he gives up pretending.

“What’re you drawing?” he asks as he approaches the pew she’s sitting on, one of the paintbrushes still in his hands. He hovers over her and tries to take a peek at the page she’s working on.

She clicks her tongue and quickly closes her notebook.

“No no no focus on your painting, Mr. Boom,” she instructs.

“You’re too distracting, Ms. Reijners.” His hand travels up her arm but before he can reach her hair or shoulder, Liv inches away from him.

“Well.” An eyebrow goes up. “You should’ve grabbed the opportunity when it presented itself.”

At this point, she is teasing him and both of them are very much aware.

He could’ve had a full-blown make-out session if he wanted but he said no. So, he should live with the consequences now.

“Being spry, are we?”

Her other eyebrow joins the already raised one in response and a sly smile curls her lips.

He flicks his paintbrush at her and three tiny droplets of yellow end up on her wrist. Liv stares at them before looking back up, a stunned question in her eyes. “Did you just–” she begins to ask but is interrupted by Noah repeating his previous action. A splatter ends up on her leg.

“No,” she sternly commands with a warning finger pointed at him. “Noah Boom, I swear to you, don’t you dare.”

A boyish grin appears on his face and Liv knows it’s too late; there’s no stopping him now. Her notebook ends up on the stone floor as she gets up in a rushed manner to flee from him. Noah manages to paint a yellow streak on her calf as she leaves the pew.

Liv isn’t just running away, however. She has a mission and heads for the canvas and the pedestal. As Noah chases her, time is of the essence and after snatching a brush, she turns around in a surprise attack, her own weapon being a brush with orange paint.

He clearly isn’t expecting it because Liv manages to place a dab of orange right on his nose. He jumps back, shock on his face as his hand wipes off the color.

“Oh, that’s how you want to play it, huh?” he asks, and she only lifts her shoulders in response, the movement clearly meant as a challenge, as a dare he accepts in mere seconds as he, his brush at the ready, bolts towards her.

She expects him to strike again, expects that she’ll be able to run away again but instead, he picks her up, lifts her body from the ground and nuzzles his orange nose in her hair. He carries her to the easel, places his hand on the palette covered with paint and wipes it against her face. A shriek escapes her mouth.

“Noah!” He only laughs in response.

Liv wiggles and wiggles, trying to free herself from his grip. She colors everything her brush manages to reach, leaving orange streaks in its wake, in his hair, on his hands.

After some more squirming, her feet end back on the floor but if Noah thinks it would mean the end of this war, he doesn’t know her yet. Liv goes straight for the palette too and plans to take her revenge.

Their laughs echo through the church.

“And this isn’t blasphemous?” Liv asks once a truce has been agreed upon, her chest heaving due to all of the running and chasing they did.

“As far as I know the church does not have anything against this kind of dirty.” He winks.

He actually dares to wink.

“You know what,” Noah says, “I take my words back. You don’t look like Monet’s Waterlilies, you’ve got more of a Pollock vibe.”

“Oh my god, Noah, stop talking.”

And he does listen, but the silent chuckle that bubbles out of him is somehow worse.

At the moment, Liv isn’t sure if she wants to kiss him or just smear him with even more paint.

Their relationship has existed for months now and the combination of mostly love and a considerable amount of frustration that makes itself known every time she spends time with him has still not worn off.

Liv hopes it never does.

“How on earth can we go outside looking like this?” Her hands attempt to untangle some paint-slathered curls but end up giving up. There’s no use when the paint acts as a colorful glue in her hair.

“It’ll be dark by now.”

“You’re not helping.” She pushes him lightly.

“At least there is some good news,” he says, and Liv looks at him with a curious look in her eyes.

“And that is?”

“I know what the painting needs.” And the places where she could previously see Noah’s frustration – in his face and in his behavior– she can now see contentment, inspiration. He isn’t stuck any longer and the spark in his blue eyes makes a happy expression appear on Liv’s face.

“It just needs an uncontrolled burst of bright color.”

And it sounds so unbelievably cheesy that Liv can’t help but roll her eyes. She doesn’t really understand either how that random notion is magically going to fix his painting but if he says it’s the solution, the only choice she has is to believe him. Like she said before, Noah is the artist.

“Great. I’m expecting my share as soon as you sell it. Thanks.”

An orange middle finger flips her off and she laughs before leaning in to kiss him.

She can feel the paint drying on her skin, crackling with every breath she takes, chipping off with every move she makes.

“Okay, we need to go home,” she concludes. “I desperately need a shower.”

“Mind if I join?” Noah’s question comes out low and husky.

Liv gasps and puts a stained hand on her collarbone, a consternated expression appearing on her face. “Noah, how dare you? We’re in a church.”

You know, blasphemy and all that.

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Could you so V3 boys with an artist S/O? I love your work and the effort you put into them, i wish you luck with future promts in the future♡☆ (sorry if that was awkward lol)

Thank you so much!! It means a lot! And I didn’t think that was awkward at all, no worries :) Please enjoy!

V3 Boys With An Artist S/O!

Saihara Shuichi

Saihara adores your talent since he’s never been a veryartistic person himself. He has always admired those with artistic abilitiesand he considers himself lucky to be with such a creative person.

He loves flipping through the pages of your many sketchbooks, always with yourpermission, of course. He wouldn’t invade your privacy like that. But he likesgetting a little glimpse into your mind and adores every page, even the unfinished works in progress and messy outlines.

He would be the kind of boyfriend to buy you artistic presents, although Saihara isn’t the best when it comes to ideas for gifts. He’s tried to use his Detective-skillsto figure out what you may like or need but always seems to fall short.

He does pay extra-attention to the kinds of supplies you favor, and he notices the things that other men may not. Saihara notices the small details in your art and shows his appreciation to the amount of time and effort put into each piece.

Saihara loves it when you take photos or draw pictures of him but isn’t the most confidentmodel – every time you’ve tried to draw him, he’s always had a wobbly smile and a brightblush plastered on his cheeks, and his position always feels unnatural. You stick with surprise drawings of him since he always has the cutestreaction.

Whenever you draw him, Saihara will start bumbling and tripping over his words, unable to contain his joy. His hands will fly to cover his face which is without a doubt bright red. He has a drawer full of art you’ve made for him and cherishes each and every one. When you two are apart, he reminisces on what you’ve made for him, keeping them close to his heart.

You’ll use your napkin as a drawing pad on restaurant dates, doodling himdiscretely when he’s not paying attention. You’ll end up surprising Saiharawith the end result after dinner, almost every time.

More than once, you’ve misplaced your art supplies and had to ask him, “Is thata bottle of water or paint-thinner on the counter?” Saihara will give you the parenting talkto be more responsible, since he doesn’t want you accidentally drinking paint-thinner! “W-what do you mean?! How do you not know?!” It also freaks him out and has made him much more cautious when picking up an unmarked bottle from around the house.

As much as he loves your talent, Saihara gets extremely flustered when you arefrustrated. He hates when you hit artist’s block and are unsatisfied with your works. Personally, he thinks everything you make is beautiful but knows that it’s not as easy to convince you the same.

You’d get frustrated and bury your hands in your face, huffing angrily anddropping your paintbrush. Saihara immediately flocks to your side and squeezesyour shoulders lovingly. “Are you okay, (Y/N)?”

Shaking your head, you groan and stare at the canvas bitterly. It didn’t look right: the proportions were off, the color was dull, and you just weren’t happy with it.

“Your art is beautiful, just like you.” Saihara warmly smiles and pulls you into his chest. Sighing, the Detective guides you away from your work and brings you outside for awhile, just to give you a much-needed break to recharge your creativity.

You appreciate that he was able to sense when you were stressed, but it wasn’t that surprising. He was a Detective; it’s what he does. And whenever you feel drained or like your art is lackluster, Saihara always knows how to calm you down and ease your mind.

“Please, don’t say such bad things about your art. It’s wonderful, and I think you just need to step away for a while.” No matter what, he will always support you and do his best to reassure you, especially when you are feeling down.

In Saihara’s eyes, you are the most amazing artist and person he’s ever met and he will go to great lengths to prove it.

Ouma Kokichi

Ouma completely adores you and your artistic abilities, but there’s no way he can just tell you that. He’s got jokes. Oh, believe me, he’s got jokes.

He will beg you to draw him naked, asking if he can be your next model. He’llprobably lay in the pose from the Titanic and ask you to “Draw me like one ofyour French girls.” This always causes you to roll your eyes and dismiss him with an agonizing glare.

Or, he’ll sneak up behind you and loom over your shoulder. “Oh~ (Y/N)-Chan isdrawing a nude model? How scandalous!” You insist that it’s a normal part ofany artist’s work, but he’ll just continue to tease you.

Truthfully, Ouma can be a little bit overcritical at times, but he doesn’t do it intentionally. He does his best to make sure you know that he’s just teasing, but sometimes it comes across as him seriously belittling your work. He tries being sensitive towards your art and will comfort you whenever he senses that you’re upset.

That’s just how he shows that he likes something!

“So, do you not like it?” You’ll ask with a tinge of disappointment in your voice. Ouma’s sly, smug grin gets wiped off his face once he notices your glassy eyes and quivering lip, and his attitude switches at the snap of a finger.

Raising his hands defensively, he shakes his head. “N-no, (Y/N)! I was just kidding, I love it! Seriously… believe me!” Although he means it, sometimes he tries too hard to sound sincere and this can cancel out his reassuring words, but you give him the benefit of the doubt.

Secretly, Ouma adores your art and cherishes it like a little kid. He alwaysgets ecstatic whenever you have something new to show him, bouncing up and down excitedly.

Ouma will also try peeking over your shoulder whenever you’re working. You don’t mind if he watches, but he doesn’t always respect the personal-space rule. His overbearing presence can make you nervous, especially when he starts begging, “Let me see, let me see! C’mon, (Y/N)!” and whines like a child.

Whenever you come home and tell him you have a new project to work on, he always asks if he can be in it somehow. Ouma will jump at every opportunity for you to draw him because he loves your art style and the way you depict him.

Although he won’t admit it, he has a secret locked box where he keeps all of the artwork you’ve made for him. He gets incredibly embarrassed whenever you bring it up, though.

“Maybe if we kill Angie, you can take her spot as the Ultimate Artist! Youdeserve it way more, anyway~!” Ouma exclaims in a cheery tone, and you shake your head. “No way, there’s no way I could be an Ultimate,” you laugh. Ouma looks a bit disappointed by your comment, frowning slightly.

“You totally could, (Y/N). You art is amazing, so don’t say that.”

And he also begs you to teach him how to make art. He genuinely wants to learn and hone in his abilities, so you give in. Ouma’s persistent nature wouldn’t take no for an answer.

He doesn’t catch on very quickly, though. A lot of his art comes out as messy and unorganized, and he more-so tries copying you rather than developing his own style. And rather than listening to you, he insists that he can handle it and tries finding his own ‘creative’ and ‘unique’ ways to do the same thing you do.

When that doesn’t work out, Ouma gets easily flustered and gives up within the first hour, crumpling up the paper and tossing it into the trash-can. “Why am I not amazing at this? I don’t get it! Is there some trick you’re not telling me?”

Rantaro Amami

It takes a lot to impress this boy, but he’s always over themoon whenever he watches you work. The focused look on your face and the passion you put into every piece never ceases to amaze him.

Rantaro has a fine appreciation for the arts, and he wants to adapt some ofyour skills and abilities to better his own nail art when he works with his sisters. After all, he’s a bit of an artsy guy himself but he doesn’t even come close to your skill.

He provides a relaxed, calming, and peaceful environment to work in with no pressure. He’ll come up behind you while you’re working and just linger there, silently admiringyour art with a tiny smile on his face. Rantaro won’t say anything since hedoesn’t want to disrupt you, but instead he’ll just stand there and watch contently.

He finds something so relaxing about watching you work. Rantaro will also take goodcare of you while you’re busy, asking you if you need anything and providing assistance whenevernecessary. He’ll bring you water or snacks, or offer a small massage if you’re tense; he’ll do anything to make you feel comfortable.

Rantaro absolutely loves going to art stores with you and helping you pick out supplies.He has learned so much from you – he patiently listens to you talk about differentartists, brands, and materials and absorbs all of the new information. Hearing you talk about art, knowing how much you care about it, always brings Rantaro happiness.

He wants to cover your home together in your pieces. He’ll frame all of your works on paperand hang up all of your canvases. All he wants to do is showcase them - the walls and ceiling of his bedroom are filled with all kinds of different artwork, including those you’ve made for him specifically. He falls asleep while admiring them, memorizing every little detail, brush stroke, and highlight.

Rantaro will also definitely take you on adventures in hopes of finding somesort of inspiration. He’ll drive around the city with you, walk through thestreets hand-in-hand and hunt down the most beautiful places and people inhopes of striking a chord in your creative side.

One of the dreams you share is to travel to Paris, Italy, New York, and more to see the different famous artworks scattered around the world. It’s something you both fantasize about and something that Rantaro can’t seem to wait for.

You two also enjoy going on dates to Art Museums. After you two started dating, his love for the arts only intensified and he shares your interests. “I like that one a lot, it’s very pretty,” he’ll say quietly as he points out all of his favorite pieces. “One day, your hard work will be hanging up, all over these walls. Just watch, my little work of art.”

Rantaro is so unconditionally supportive of you and does everything in his power to show you that.

His favorite thing, though, is when you draw him candid. If he’s reading a bookwhile sipping coffee or gazing out of a window whilst daydreaming - he won’t even notice you scribbling in your sketchbook. Rantaro loves the little surprises and always welcomes them with open arms.

“Oh? Of me?” He confirms with a bright grin on his face. It makes him feel special and loved. He also keeps some of your smaller sketches of the two of you in his wallet and looks back at them from time to time.

Kiibo

More than once, Kiibo has caught you daydreaming about your profession. You can’t help it! Ideas of what to make next flow through your mind, andhe never really knows what to do. He thinks it’s the human equivalent of whenhe blue-screens so he ends up shaking you back into reality.

He’s never really had the opportunity to make art before since he’s, well, aRobot. He’s always been far too clumsy and uncoordinated to hold the paintbrushor pencil, but he still tries his best.

Especially since you two have started dating. Kiibo is determined to create a beautiful work of art for you, since you’re always making something new for him. He has so many sketches, paintings, and all kinds of pieces you’ve made for him and all he wants to do is the same for you.

One of the reasons why Kiibo fell for you was because of your talent – he’s alwaysadmired artists. They do something that he’s unable to and he can’t even begin to wrap his mind around the creative process surrounding art.

He’s never been the creative type. He doesn’t have the same kinds of thoughts or functions that humans do, and thus he cannot daydream or think up the same kinds of expressive, creative ideas that humans can. It makes Kiibo a bit sad that he’ll never be as imaginative as he’d like to be, but he lives vicariously though you.

You make him handmade gifts for special occasions and he will cherish each andevery one of them. Every time you make him something new, he’ll fawn over it and show it to everyone he meets. “Everyone, I have an important announcement! Look at this! Isn’t it beautiful?”

You will also come to him for ideas and you enjoy bringing his wildest dreams into reality, although Kiibo never really knows what to say. A lot of his suggestions have to do with Robots and Mech.

He much prefers giving you free-reign and watching you work. He loves watching the whole process from start to finish and he is absolutely amazed by the way you bring color and lines to life.

Kiibo is never very far from your side when you’re making art. He likes justsitting and watching, regardless of how long it takes to finish.

Although, he gets paint and other mediums allover him. He’s not the most graceful person ever, and he often ends up accidentally resting his elbow in the paint or fiddling with the markers and pens, resulting in several stray marks all over his metal body.

Kiibo can’t feel it and only realizes what’s happened after you point it out. He’s used to it, though. You normally have stray color and marks all over your hands and arms, anyway, so he’ll just giggle and say, “Now we look the same!”

Before you started dating, he didn’t realize all of the qualms and pains that come with being an artist. He doesn’t understand the concept of artist’s block or frustration involving the process, so Kiibo never really knows how to handle it when you get frustrated.

“What do you mean it’s ugly? It looks perfect to me!” He uses the most reassuring words he can think of, insisting that you must be wrong and that your art is perfectly fine. Of course, that doesn’t really ease your mind. Kiibo also didn’t realize that, sometimes, artists need space. Although he adores art, especially yours, he doesn’t really understand alone-time. He doesn’t want to leave you alone because he wants to watch you work!

But, if it’s for the best, then he can handle it. He just gets so worried because he loves your art and doesn’t want you to think poorly of it.

No matter what, though, he will always love you and show you his support for your work, especially when you’re going through a rough time.

Kaito Momota

Kaito’s favorite kinds of art are your watercolor pieces and he loveswatching you create them. He finds it so fascinating, watching the colors mix togetherand move around as if the paint had a mind of its own. He says it reminds himof a galaxy, so you’re not really surprised that they’re his favorite.

And whenever your hands are stained with whatever medium you happened to be working with,he will take your hands into his own and admire them.

Kaito will run his fingersalong the colors and kiss your working palms, grazing the knuckles and admiring the hands that create such beautiful works of art. All the colors make him think of space.

One of the more frequent dates you two go on are dates to Art Galleries and Museums– he’ll definitely enable you and your passion, although the first time you wanted to go to an Art Gallery together, you practically had to drag him there because he wasn’t very interested.

Now, however, Kaito loves going on trips to local shows and hearing you go on and on about the different kinds of art.

Kaito loves hearing you talk aboutit and can sense the passion in your voice, which is exactly what he wants in a partner. He admires your drive and how serious you are about your profession.

He can get annoyed, though, and sometimes he doesn’t understand the art, especially when it’s abstract. He doesn’t always appreciate it but you can’t blame him - not everyone has an imaginative mind like you do. Still, you get a bit upset when he calls something “Stupid” or “Weird.”

Regardless, Kaito does support your creativity. He wouldn’t do anything that might falter that or hold you back from making art. Even if he doesn’t always understand it, he’s going to do his best to support you anyway.

He’s always so speechless whenever he watches you create, especially because you get so in the zone. Half of the time, he’s watching you work with an open-mouth, wide eyed expression. He wondered how you were able to do that so easily.

The other half of the time, he’s peeking over your shoulder and asking, “What’cha drawing, (Y/N)?” Kaito is also quite inpatient and isn’t great with surprises, so you sometimes don’t want him watching you work. As much as you love him, he wants to rush through the process and see the final result as quickly as possible, meanwhile that’s not how you roll and you want to take your time.

Once, you made him an Astronomy and Space-themed painting for his birthday and he was completely floored. Holding it to his chest protectively, a wide grin appeared on Kaito’s face as he gleefully exclaims, “This is the best gift I’ve ever received!”

Also, expect him to make comments like, “Your art is out of this world!”

He genuinely wants to get some of your original art tattooed on him someday. He thinks it would be romantic and there’s no one else he’d rather have design his future tattoos.

Kaito caught you sketching him one evening and sneakily peeks over your shoulder without you noticing. “What’s th-” he stops, and stares at it momentarily, blinking to make sure that this was real.

“Is that… me?” His voice was uncertain, and your face was turning red. You shyly closed the sketchbook and turn away from him, but he’s immediately infatuated with your work. “Wait, no, don’t hide it!”

Kaito just couldn’t believe it - someone had really made something for him in his likeness, and it was so accurate! His stomach was filled with butterflies and he was beaming like a little kid.

Bringing you into a long kiss, he thanks you and reassures you that he adored it. To this day, he still has it framed and hanging on his wall. He promises that he’ll keep it forever.

Korekiyo Shinguuji

It’s obvious that he has a very intense appreciation for thearts, but he appreciates the artists themselves even more. Korekiyo knows how meticulous andtedious the arts can be and he, personally, doesn’t have the patience to makeit himself, nor does he have the talent.

That’s one reason why he always makes such a big deal out of your artworks. In his eyes, you are the most wonderful artist in the world, comparable to Picasso or Da Vinci. Honestly, you don’t really see it but you appreciate his adoration.

Korekiyo loves your art and will always fawn over and showcase it. After all, you deserve only the best. He believes that everyone should see your work and wants to show it off, as long as he has permission.

He loves going on Museum and Gallery dates with you – hearing you talk aboutthe different pieces, methods, and artists always makes his heart feel full.

That’s one way you two have bonded. Korekiyo can spout off about humanity, culture, and people; meanwhile, you can tell him everything there is to know about artwork, mediums, and well-known artists from past and present.

The two of you have a similar sense of passion and can teach and fuel one another’s interests. Korekiyo also likes going to places with you and then pointing out works that he likes. “That one is quite beautiful,” he’ll comment, just to get you fired up.

He loves hearing you talk about it, the way your face lights up and how happy you sound when talking about the arts.

You often ask him for ideas on what to create next since he has a very overactive mind filled with creativity and unique thoughts. It’s no surprise that he is most fond of your art revolving around people and Korekiyo is always asking to see your proportion studies, sketches, and faces.

He doesn’t just enjoy talking about art with you or watching you when you’re in your element, but Korekiyo also loves making it with you. He was never the creative, artsy type before you two started dating but you’ve inspired him to try his hand at it.

Although he doesn’t compare to your skills, he isn’t so bad. You’ve taught him proper proportions and tricks on how to draw different faces and body parts, and making messy, mindless doodles has become a way for Korekiyo to relax his mind or pass time.

You inspire him without even realizing it, and perhaps that’s one of the reasons why he’s fallen for you so hard.

He’s helped you create a full-blown studio in your home and he’s surprisingly good at organizing and interior design. Helping you build a place where you can work in peace was the least he can do - after all, he’ll go above and beyond for his loved ones.

Korekiyo thinks you’re so beautiful when you’re making art. He quietly admires you, distancing himself so that he doesn’t get in the way. But the way you look, and how happy you seem, when bringing it all to life makes his heart melt.

If you ever make him something, no matter what it is, he’ll cherish it and keep it as one of his prized possessions. None of his other belongings are as important to him as your art because nothing else holds the same value, and material items don’t have the same love and effort put into them.

Korekiyo can clearly see how much love you put into every piece, and as long as he’s around he will do nothing less than give you his full support and faith. He wants you to be happy and can sense that this is one of those things in life that brings you utter joy, and he wants to preserve that for as long as possible.

Gonta Gokuhara

Gonta isn’t too familiar with art, but he understands it asa basic concept. He’s never really made art before and is worried that he’ll break thecanvases or the tools you use, so he leaves it all to you and admires you from adistance.

Still, he loves watching you make art, almost like he’s in a trance. He’s so infatuated and impressed with your abilities that he can’t help but to stare and he can zone off after awhile.

Gonta can be alittle bit hard to deal with considering that he will continuously ask you questions ormake comments, resulting in breaking your focus. You try to not get irritated withhim since you know that’s just who he is, and you can’t hold it against him.

He hasn’t been exposed to art very much and the least you can do is introduce him to the subject, little by little. You love teaching Gonta everything you know which has expanded his appreciation for the arts as a whole.

He also loves hearing you talk about it, and how passionate you are. You always look so bubbly and happy when you talk about your work so he knows it’s a good thing. And as long as (Y/N) likes it, Gonta will like it, too! Anything to make you happy, of course!

Gonta gets inspired by you and wants to be like you as well, so he tries his hand at art but it often ends up looking like messyscribbles and splatters of color everywhere. You always hang it up on the fridge, though, and make a big deal out of it so that he feels satisfied.

Together, you two daydream about ideas and brainstorm what you should make next. Gonta is always suggesting the same thing, “Bugs!” which isn’t that surprising.

You simply giggle at his innocence, knowing that he’s as passionate about Entomology as you are about your profession. Honestly, since you two have started dating you have caught yourselfdoodling the little creatures more often than not. A lot of them are actually quite beautiful andGonta’s favorites are your butterfly pictures, especially when you usewatercolor on their wings. He thinks it looks so gorgeous.

You never thought you could find so much enjoyment out of drawing bugs, but it makes your boyfriend happy and you love the sweet smile it brings to his expression.

He will always help you build your installations since he’s so strong and canhelp with just about anything in that department. Gonta is careful to not damage the art in the process since he knows how important it is to you and how much work was put into them. Before, he never thought of installations as art but he’s developed a much greater knowledge of all of the basic since you two have grown so close.

You’ve tried taking him to Art Galleries before, just to expose him to different artist’s styles and works so that he has a broader sense of the subject, beyond what you’re able to create.

However, that didn’t go according to plan. Gonta would crawl under the velvet ropes restricting the viewer’s access and pick up the art pieces or run his hand along the surface of textured sculptures, despite the “Do Not Touch!” sign. This garnered several gasps of astonishment and dirty looks from the other patrons viewing.

Maybe you should’ve explained that that was a big no-no to him before trying to take him here…

He’ll also run around the Gallery like a child, chanting, “Look at this one, (Y/N)!” or, “This looks like something (Y/N) would make!”

You may have successfully broadened his horizons, but not without getting kicked out of the Gallery first.

Ryoma Hoshi

Although he isn’t one to completely fall all over someonewith an extraordinary talent, he can respect and recognize it where it’s due and will unconditionallysupport your artistic abilities. Ryoma does enjoy your work and is gladthat you have something you’re so passionate about.

He may not completely fawn all over you like other people might and is much more serious and reserved when it comes to your talent. In his eyes, it’s just something to make you stand out from others, but nothing more. Ryoma is impressed with your abilities but tries to not make a big deal out of it, since that’s just not who he is.

Although, his coolness disappears when you make him something special and that shield of seriousness wavers, because no one has ever gone through that kind of effort for him before. It makes him feel loved and cherished, so he will always do the same towards your works.

He’s a bit skeptical about it, though. You’ve insisted that art is one of theways you unwind and relax, and that art therapy has helped you in the past. You’verecommended it before but it doesn’t seem to really get through to him.

Ryoma didn’t believe it would work at first, but once he finally gave arttherapy a shot due to your continuous persistence, he surprisingly found himself much less tense and more calm than before. He was floored, and ever since then art therapy is your personal favorite past-time as a couple.

He will always give you his opinion whenever you’re working on a piece, and hemakes sure to do it in a respectful yet honest manner. You can count on Ryoma to give you unbiased feedback and let you know when something doesn’t look quite right or where he believes a color might look better. Overall, he’s helped improve the quality of your work since you started dating.

He knows that artists need time to themselves when working on their pieces and that good art doesn’t happen overnight. Ryoma willgive you plenty of space when needed and never rushes you through the process. He’s fine with taking some time apart to fuel your creative abilities, knowing that it will only help you in the end.

But he does thoroughly enjoy watching you make art when you want him around. He’s begun to love and appreciate it evenmore as your relationship progressed.

Ryoma has taken it upon himself to become educated on famous artists and works, and the different art forms that exist. He’s explored the subject on his own and also isn’t afraid to ask you questions; he is simply curious and wants to use the correct terms when talking about it.

Watching you work brings him a sense of peace. He feels at home, content, when watching you create these beautiful pieces of art. You don’t even necessarily have to talk to one another, and can sit in complete silence and he will still feel true joy.

Ryoma doesn’t mind the messy room, canvases and sketchbooks strewn everywhere, or that your skin and clothes are never free from stains. That’s just part of it and exactly what he expected when he started dating an artist.

The way he sees it, is that your talent is a part of you, and the artworks you bring to life are an extension of who you are. In essence, you are beautiful so of course he finds everything you do beautiful as well.

As long as you’re together, you will have his unconditional love. Ryoma will always support your talent, even if he doesn’t always show it.

- Mod Rantaro

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flameontheotherside · 5 years

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Moving Date Pushed

Overwhelmed, I nearly had about 5 panic attacks. Excited to leave but terrified of the location (in the ghetto), So much to do, sudden change, and stretching myself too thin. I was a little upset about the moving date pushed back to June 1st. Just 2 weeks from my b-day (June 15th, I expect presents! LOL j/k) so that’s great because I heard (...and I hope it’s true) that I can request to have a weekend off. If that’s the case I want to make plans to do something. I have no idea what though without money. -_____-’ Unfortunately working right now on top of everything going on would not help me. I’d have MORE meltdowns.

Well, I’m also not that upset because I need time to mentally prepare myself for the change. It’s a good change though despite the location. I have a spiffy new phone. Surprisingly better than my LG Stylo 4 that was stolen. It was given to me brand new in the box by one of the caseworkers. I’m so happy about that. Guess they felt bad from all the meltdowns I’ve had.

Lemme be clear!

I’ve never had meltdowns so bad. I don’t like feeling vulnerable, confused, changes, and people. LOL xD...I’ve slowly become kind of a complete and total mess and that part of why the caseworkers have helped me get in to a smaller shelter. Once i have my own place and things get back to as normal as it can get, I’ll do much better. I’ve never been push so far past my limits! I’m a home-body. Being away from people is easy because I don’t have to spend as much time figuring them. Chatting or texting makes communication easier....but then again not really because people can still be as confusing.

So with this new step, I’m closer to getting my government assistance checks aka disability. This shelter wouldn’t have accepted me if I wasn’t going to get disability.....at least what I’ve been told. I also hear sometimes you don’t need a medical evaluator. The last times I’ve applied I never had that. So I’m hoping that I won’t have to take some IQ test or answer a bunch of questions. I have a hard time focusing, I don’t feel like being interrogated (hence why I hate seeing therapists), and sometimes I hate the attitude they can have. Especially if they work for the government. Their job is to prove you don’t need to be approved for disability. When people get testy with me, I get irritated and that’s what they will do. Then also, I will FAIL (score less than 100 or test out) the IQ test anyway. I’m serious, I will not be able to concentrate or sit still long enough and will get irritated.

Am I making myself sound bad?

Errrr...I’m really not an asshole or anything. I think people misunderstand me when I’m trying to be honest. I’m sure everyone would hate being asked a ton of questions....*scratches head* But the game of 20 questions, truth or dare and Have You Ever are fun so they don’t count! LOL xD I’m talking about serious tests that require a lot of thinking.

I’m not stupid or anything. ROFL I’m a fucking genius in my own way....Just can’t learn at the same pace as others, sometimes have a hard time reading people. It makes intuition hard too! Thats why I need to use Tarot cards and/or Erik’s help to do my work. Also sometimes people misread me too. Like I might look pissed off but I’m happy as fuck, I can look sad but I’m just fine, or look bored but just distracted but still “listening”. I can’t tell if someone is being friendly without some kind of motive or I think someone has a motive and they don’t. It’s extremely frustrating and it makes me wonder if that’s why all my relationships were so screwed up. It kind of makes me think I’ll never be good enough. Doesn’t mean I give up or anything. It just means I have to suck it up and work harder at trying to understand people.

-____- Which reminds me of therapy.

“...And how does that make you feeeeeeeel?”

Fuck you...LMAO Ain’t no body got thyme fo dat recipie! I came up with that! Don’t you steal that shit! I need to find an Autism Spectrum Disorder specialist. I guess that’s kind of what I had when I was taking the “SPECIAL ED” classes in school. Today in “group” this morning we played this “therapy” game where you play Jenga but according to color you answer or ask a question based on the color the block was you picked up. It’s called “TOTIKA”. If only had an adult or x-rated version. LOL that would be just great. Hahahahah...D-E-D Dead.

Okay okay I’m extremely tired. It’s been a loooooooong week and I haven’t been able to relax. So I need much needed sleep. I guess it’s time to go back to the gym. I’ll do it! I’ve really thinned out. I’m on a new diet of nuts, grains, fruits, vegetables and small amounts of meat, processed sugar and dairy. Like a slice of pizza isn’t going to kill me. Basically a diabetic diet although I’m NOT a diabetic!!!!! That’s just triffling because I’ve been doing very good and have no apparent symptoms of it....Just EXTREMELY REGULAR! I think it might have something to do with all the weight I’m losing. Not that I lost so much but I look pretty good!

Have A Great Day!

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(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧Don’t forget to take a look at Erik’s blog ran by his amazing mom Dr Elisa Medhus. Lots of stuff about his afterlife and 💩 at channelingerik.com.

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zpidey-sense · 6 years

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Dark Night: The God of Mischief

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Description: Basically, we get a closer look on how are things going for Mae 4 years later and Loki is about to fuck it up big time.

Warnings for the whole fic: yes, a lot. Strong language such as cursing, violence of course, death yes, also spoilers for all the MCU movies already released to date, and also a lot of fluff cause yeah lol I love fluff. AND ANGST.

Words: 3.044 (omg lol)

Note: maybe some chapters will be written on third person. And oh my fucking god, I’m so sorry, I’m like months later for this but trust me, moving to another country by yourself and starting from 0 really fucks up with your feelings and your mind. And I’m not saying I’m good now but I’m better than some months ago, and I feel like I got my muse back, so yep. Sorry, but I’m here!

my masterlist!

4 years later.

2017, actuality. Earth time.

It was hilarious.

I could hear the guards screaming at each other while getting frustrated as they kept running and chasing me down the halls, or more accurately, chasing my illusion down the halls. Meanwhile I was calmly watching them, sitting just a store above them. I was in that part of the castle that only royalty or high military could get in, and they were chasing me because I was neither of those, but I always managed to get my way in.

I always did because that was the part of the castle I had to see Loki almost every night, after everyone in there went to sleep, except the guards of course.

I was already upstairs and running a little late to my training but oh, it was so much fun to see how confused and frustrated they kept getting, but now I really had to go so I just made the illusion go away and seconds later I could hear the guards arguing about who missed me out of sight first while I just walked away of them. I let out a little chuckle as I started to hear the fight that was starting between them.

It was a classic, and almost every night they still fell for it.

But it wasn’t always like that, I remember how the first time I tried to sneak up on them they nearly killed me, for real, because they caught me so easily. They had their swords ready to slay me but they were stopped by Loki dressed up as Odin just seconds before they did, I was scared to death but he said that I needed to get over it and learn how to sneak up on people because that would help me in my training.

I didn’t want to do it the first times, but when I finally succeeded I knew that he was right, every time it just got easier and easier to sneak in without them knowing and for me it started to be a hobbie. It was actual, real fun.

I liked it so much that I didn’t sneak in that part of the castle only, but in many other places too. I’ve seen places of Asgard no one has been able to see before, because they are restricted areas and I’m proud of myself for doing it, and Loki should be too… but he doesn’t quite know about that.

I mean, not that he cared neither.

‘’Miss Mae’’, I heard as I entered the room and a dagger flew to my face right away. ‘’You’re late’’

‘’Fuck off’’, I said as I quickly took the dagger just before it hit me and threw it back at him. I tried not to smile as I saw him taking it again with such ease. It was weird to see Odin moving that smoothly.

‘’Why are you late Mae, are you playing with my guards again?’’, he asked while making the dagger disappear in thin air. I smiled in response and he just smiled back, knowing that he was right.

‘’Why are you still in your Odin disguise, anyway?’’, I asked as I left my stuff on the table and looked at him, I learned that I always had to be aware of everything. And more if Loki was around.

After all he was the God of Mischief, so things could turn… an amusement for him, dangerous for me.

‘’I wanted to trick you’’, the Odin figure quickly vanished as Loki suddenly whispered in my ear. He tried to attack me but I quickly blocked him, rejecting his punches and trying to punch him back. ‘’But I see you’ve gotten faster… and stronger, and smarter too’’. Loki said as he smiled and we both took some steps back.

‘’Yeah, I really don’t like to be taken by surprise… for example, being stabbed, that hurt a lot by the way’’, I said as I frowned and remembered what happened some nights ago, Loki just smiled at the memory and I made a face remembering the pain I had to go through for some days.

‘’My bad, I’m sorry’’

‘’You’re not sorry Loki’’. I knew he wasn’t, I didn’t have anything against him though. Even after all the things he has done, like throwing knifes at me and major things like when he threw me off the stairs just for, and I quote ‘’training’’. I just, from the bottom of my heart, didn’t hold anything back against him.

‘’No, you’re right, I’m not. Besides it was for training… and fun’’, he let out a laugh as he walked towards the table and served himself a cup of wine. ‘’You survived, and that’s what matters Mae’’.

‘’Oh yeah, I think that’s not the right thing to say to someone you stabbed… actually, you shouldn’t stab people on the first place but alright’’

‘’Again, it was for training and you’re perfectly fine!’’, Loki said as he put down his empty cup of wine and looked back at me. ‘’Now come on, stop whining and get in position’’

‘’Already am, Lo, I already am’’, I whispered as I smiled and looked at him, my gown disappearing as I just made the change of clothes to some more comfortable, it was a simple magic trick I learnt the first weeks we started to practice with the Asgardian Magic.

Loki smiled kind of proud of me and the magic trick I just performed, and then the training begun.

Sometimes it consisted of him teaching me his tactics during fights, some other times it was just him trying to teach me his mind tricks, most of the times it was just physical fights and some other occasions we just focused on training the mind, such as perfecting my astral projection and my illusions, which got better with time, of course. Sadly the magic lessons stopped when he noticed that I learnt everything that he could teach me.

And to be honest, the training was fun most of the time, but sometimes it really wasn’t. Like when he stabbed me or maybe kicked me too hard that even the next day it was still hurting, so yeah, sometimes it wasn’t really that nice. But I still looked forward to it; training was almost like an addiction.

Because after all, even the bad things would help me to be stronger and better for the reason he was teaching me all of this. I still didn’t know the whole plan, but I knew it had to do with the avengers and with the fact that I had to pull them away from the inside.

I knew it was going to be hard since the day he told me about it, but I agreed because I felt Loki trusted me enough to do so… oh, and also because he threatened me to agree, so I really didn’t have many options, besides it was still going to take some more years till I was completely ready for the task.

And for going back to Earth, which was my less favourite part of the plan, if I was honest.

‘’You need to be faster with your comebacks, I’ve always said it’’, Loki said as he kept directing punches at me and I rejected them.

‘’I am faster’’, I whispered as I took one dagger from my boot and threw it at him. He unexpectedly took it and redirected it at me, as soon as I saw it coming my way I just closed my eyes and tried to protect my face as much as I could, it took me completely off guard because he has never redirected the daggers I’ve thrown at him before.

I mean, he has thrown me daggers, of course. But his daggers, never mine.

‘’Huh… exactly, that’s what I’m talking about’’.

So I just opened my eyes, a bit confused at what he said and a lot confused as why I didn’t feel the familiar sensation of the blade going through my skin. The first thing I saw was the dagger floating in the air just centimeters away from me, it was being held in a purple matter as it moved weirdly.

‘’All right, you can stop it’’, Loki said as he started to walk my way.

‘’Sure’’, I said as the matter disappeared and then the dagger just fell on the floor, when it hit the floor it just became ashes. ‘’Ow man, no way, that was my favourite dagger’’.

‘’So you’ve been practicing with your ability’’, Loki said as he stood next to me. He knew he didn’t teach me how to do that, and if I was honest I really didn’t know how I did it.

‘’Everyday’’, sometimes I even felt like it practiced on its own. And did things on its own, too.

‘’Impressing, I got to say’’, he nodded and then just smiled a bit. ‘’You are more ready than I thought you would be by now’’

‘’What?’’, I asked immediately, totally confused. We both were panting a bit and my hair was a total mess so I just started to put it in a pony tail.

‘’Yes… you just need to trust more in yourself. You have the best professor, so you totally know what to do and how to do it’’

I just rolled my eyes at what he said and then just looked at him, he smiled a bit more:

‘’But yes, even your subconscious and your reflexes know what to do. That’s a good sign’’

‘’Yeah… I guess you are right’’, he nodded and then I just saw him putting his arm up as he got closer, at first I thought he was going to pat my back on that weird way he always does but as soon as he got too close I realized he was trying to make a trick on me, or that’s what it felt like, so I quickly pushed him away with a kick on his chest and then just held him on the air for some seconds.

‘’Ouch!’’, he said as he put his hands above the part where I kicked him. ‘’What the hell was that for?’’, he asked while frowning.

‘’You were totally going to strangle me, or something’’, I said while relaxing a bit as he was now in the air and away from me.

‘’Huh… no’’, he said confused and a bit mad now. ‘’I was totally going to congratulate you and give you a hug’’

‘’A hug?’’, I frowned.

‘’Yes, a freaking hug’’, he rolled his eyes and then just looked down at me. ‘’Would you mind putting me down again?’’

‘’Huh, yeah… sorry’’, and then I just made him go down. He fixed his hair as he murmured something about how he couldn’t believe he had to ask that to a kid.

‘’Alright, training is over kid… now, come here’’, I hesitated but I did, and then he just hugged me.

Loki was hugging… me. Okay. Weird enough.

‘’What’s going on?’’, I asked as I hugged him back, weirdly.

It was odd, it felt odd. I really didn’t do hugs.

‘’You’re just… a really good student, the best one’’

‘’The only one too’’, I commented and then he just laughed as he stopped hugging me.

‘’And the best one’’

‘’Alright, thanks… weird of you to say this, but thanks’’

He rolled his eyes and went back to the snack table he always had in that room:

‘’I’m just being nice! Why can’t you take it?’’

‘’Because... when you are nice it feels like it’s error 404 to me’’

‘’Huh?’’

‘’Nevermind’’, I smiled at my own joke.

‘’Alright. Tomorrow there won’t be training sessions, by the way’’, he commented as he took some grapes.

‘’Huh, why not? It’s Friday night’’

‘’Because you have to be up early on Saturday for the theatre’’

‘’Oh… it’s that time of the month already, huh?’’

‘’Yes!’’, I just rolled my eyes as I changed myself back to my gown. ‘’You need to go’’

‘’I always go’’, he nodded.

‘’I know.’’

‘’Good’’, I just walked next to him and grabbed a bit of water from the table.

We were silent for a couple of minutes, until he finally spoke:

‘’So… I really need you to be earlier than ever so you can help with the scenario’’

‘’Oh God, I knew you weren’t being nice just for the sake of being nice’’, I replied as I looked at him.

‘’You’re the only one who knows the right placing of things’’

‘’Alright Lo… I’ll go earlier only if you say the magic words’’

‘’If you don’t, I’ll kill you’’

‘’Geez, no…’’, but he just laughed.

‘’I’m kidding… but please, would you do it?’’

And I smiled, because Loki could be actually nice if he wanted to:

‘’Alright’’

‘’Great’’, and he smiled immediately.

Today something will happen. Like, totally.

I could feel it, it was in the air, in the way the sky looked this morning and more important in the way I could feel the energy around me. It was electric… I could even say it felt… thundering.

‘’I can’t believe you’re making them do this play again’’ I said as I walked to where Loki was already sitting.

‘’Everyone likes The Tragedy of Loki of Asgard!’’, Loki as Odin replied, he was drinking his favourite wine, as always.

‘’Come on’’, I rolled my eyes as I just looked how everyone started to gather around us, they were excited about being there. And he was right, people always cried at that play.

‘’You love it’’, he added.

‘’I don’t’’, I kind of did.

‘’Everyone does’’, he said again with a smile.

‘’I really don’t’’, I repeated.

‘’By the way, good morning Mae’’, he looked up at me as he smiled. ‘’The stage looks amazing today’’

‘’Good morning, my King. And thanks’’, I smiled and then just looked at the scenario, he was right, it looked amazing.

I then looked around and some people pretended to be doing something else, but I knew they were looking at me, because they always did. I sometimes wondered why the Asgardians didn’t ask why the human girl, as they used to call me, was always that close to the King. I mean, they looked at me bad but the way some of them did wasn’t as bad as some years ago.

They looked and talked, but they never asked. They never questioned it.

They rejected me most of the times and sometimes they even laughed at me, but never questioned why Odin always had me around. And I used to think it was maybe a magic trick from Loki, but no, it wasn’t because one day I asked him and he just said: ‘’they never question it because you have never done anything bad to them, if you come in peace they will keep at peace’’.

And even if Asgardians were sometimes weird with me, I liked that about them.

‘’Oh, there we go’’, Loki disguised as Odin said, so excited that he even seemed like a child.

‘’Yep, here we go’’, I murmured.

And the play started. It was the convergence, the battle with the dark elves and then the death of Loki, I’ve seen this play at least some 50 times and the people around me too, and they never seemed to get bored of it.

But I did, I mean it was funny to see how everyone laughed, screamed and cried, sometimes all at the same time. But oh god, it was almost always the same play and you know, you grow out of things if they are always the same.

But today, it really wasn’t going to be the same and I could feel it. I couldn’t tell if it was going to be a good thing or not.

‘’Huh’’, I turned around as I heard something in the distance… the Bifrost was welcoming someone… and that was rather strange.

I turned around again as I saw one man already crying out loud at the death of Loki, on the play of course, and the real Loki disguised as Odin totally into the play, saying the lines of the actors before them.

Ugh, sometimes he really could be something else.

‘’Somebody help!’’, the fake Lady Sif ran away of the stage while crying.

I turned around again as I heard people in the distance murmuring something, they were a bit far from the scenario and something was happening in the entrance, but I couldn’t see because so many people were there. And then people laughed a bit as the actor playing Loki mentioned that he was sorry about turning Thor into a frog.

The real Loki laughed as well and I just smiled trying to imagine that moment, but something felt off and no one else seemed to notice it but me.

After not seeing anything weird at all I just turned around again to watch the end of the play for the now 51st time, but something caught my eye and… oh God.

Oh, literal God of Thunder.

Thor. That was Thor.

He was back in Asgard and he was now looking at Loki disguised as Odin, and the way he was looking at him wasn’t the way Thor would look at his beloved father.

Oh shit, he knew it. And I knew that he knew it… but I couldn’t tell Loki, besides he was way too into the play to even pay attention to me and whatever I’d say.

Damn, this will be a mess.

I couldn’t keep staring at Thor, no one else seemed to notice him though but then he suddenly looked at me, I kind of smiled and he did too, but then he just kept looking at Loki in that strange way, and I knew that he knew that wasn’t Odin. People suddenly cheered and screamed, while congratulating the actors when the play finished. Loki stood up, too.

‘’Bravo! Bravo!’’, he said while applauding and smiling.

‘’Loki… Loki, dammit, Loki!’’, I tried to whisper as low as possible, but no, he didn’t even listen.

‘’Father’’, Thor suddenly said, taking everyone’s attention, especially Loki’s.

‘’Oh, shit’’, Loki and I said both in unison.

Oh, real shit.

Next Issue:

Dark Night: The God of Thunder.

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ocean-skies · 6 years

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I have definitely been struggling to write this all down... between my distractions and my pride, i have too much and not enough to write down. At first, I was going to completely dig up everything... I was gonna touch more on the toxic relationship I just removed myself from, and kind of vent about the existential i guess realizations i haven't really explained all of to anyone. i've been nervous about someone seeing my innermost thoughts(why not keep it to myself? kept in secret in my own journal) but maybe it can help someone to share some of it. maybe it will help me. or maybe i should do it just because it takes me out of my comfort zone. anyways, im just gonna jump into it and get hella personal before i overthink it more so if i know you personally, this isn’t exactly something I feel is healthy to dwell and talk on anymore after this. even though the story of the end of my relationship with my ex last month goes a long while before this, what started to turn my life upside down recently was when i started short term therapy, which i'm hoping to increase. i thought it would help to go to get some advice on coping with my anxiety, and secretly, to get some objective advice on what i was only beginning to suspect was a toxic relationship. my counselor pointed out to me the emotional manipulation i was being subjected to, and why i was letting it happen... she pointed me in a direction that would start to change my entire perspective on my life. when i told her about the way my mother is and was to me growing up, she pointed out to me how spot on the way i turned out ended up being when you're the daughter of a mother with narcissistic personality disorder. why i have so much anxiety and why i'm such a pushover and especially susceptible to not just attracting toxic relationships in my life, but desiring them. the familiar is most comfortable, whether it's what is healthy for us or not, and recognition of that has only been the first step. I began after this to really analyze everyone in my life, especially my gf at the time. I knew I was being taken for granted, and that i was not taking a lot of red flags as seriously as i should have. But I didn't even know where to begin to address it. The battles i faced daily for 18 years of my life shaped me into someone who avoids confrontation as a means of survival. i have gotten better, and i thought i was past the point of not being able to speak up and say no to things that make me uncomfortable, but it's still a struggle. as experiences where im taken advantage of make me ever more uncomfortable, i get a little closer each time to handling it the right way. Sometimes, it takes an especially frustrating experience to really push me, such as one i had with a new friend at a kickback who took advantage of my inability to be firm especially while intoxicated so she could continue unwanted physical sexual contact. i felt uncomfortably taken advantage of, as small of a transgression as it was, and it was because i recognized how weak i was through my submission to someone I was supposed to be comfortable with because of my fear of offense, of saying no. that same get together, i grew close with a girl i met there, and i started to repeat the toxic cycle I find myself in. right in front of me i saw myself growing towards someone absolutely unavailable, which i realized was one of my problems- i was seeking the (especially emotionally) unavailable. all of this happened throughout the end of may into june, while I was in an open relationship with my ex who barely talked to me, but that wasn't even the beginning of my journey with addressing what was in front of me with them and finding the strength to let go. It broke my heart to let go, and i still feel guilty to have been the one to ask for my ex back last january and then be the one to give up this last june, but i know what is going to be healthiest for me. I was fighting for someone emotionally unavailable who led me on that they could be open, and that they could change. I ignored all the early red flags, like the blatant and serious lying, feeling myself turn into someone I didn’t want to be, their serious inability to commit and lack of respect held for me as well as being taken for granted. Their inability to communicate, even when we needed it most and more lies and excuses for inexcusable behavior. I fell victim to the sweet promise of change, of going back to the way things were before true colors were shown. I ignored for so long what it meant when they could make time for their friends but never for me, not even when we had not seen or hardly spoken to eachother in weeks, with our interactions slowly diminished into them being glued to their phone when we would finally get to hang out, mostly ignoring my repeated attempts at conversation for a couple hours until they wanted me to fuck them. i feel sad that i put so much energy towards someone who wanted me to fight for them, who expected me to run after them, yet still refused to even look back or fight for me when i was the one leaving. refused to even react, just sit in their room and be fine. Its only been an affirmation of toxicity. giving up is hard for me, and giving up the love i feel for someone is the hardest decision i have ever made, but the sickness in my relationship made it easy, once i started to recognize it and see that I deserve an equally reciprocated love. i was stuck on all this for a while, but now the wounds are healing and i can assess the damage and try to grow. i have always had a big soft heart, a softness someone would be lucky to have despite the pain I have endured. But my heart is finally too tired of trying to be loved- it's grown cold in a way that that i'm reluctant to recover from. Ive come to terms that my mother will never love me unconditionally, and the same with my father, and with it is my drive to believe in and seek out a love like that elsewhere, a love that could match the kind I want so badly to give. I finally know what its like to have walls up in my heart that have a solid foundation, walls that even I, who alone knows every weakness in it, can see it as almost to impenetrable for comfort. I have no desire anymore for those who can't show me that i'm wanted just as equally in their life, a desire that has me leaving many behind. I've begun the recognition stage with everyone in my life now, and i'm learning the value of watching for the people who genuinely want me in their lives enough to make real effort and letting go of those who don't have my best interests in mind and can't participate in a healthy and equal giving/reciprocating relationship. but managing my relationships is only a small sliver of my journey, and counseling has taught me that. the solution to all of my problems lies within myself already. when i hit rock bottom i realized just how much weight i put into my relationships, and especially the wrong ones, and that has been a major building block for my journey. learning to love myself, by myself, is just as important to my healing process as identifying the issues that come from my upbringing. learning to peacefully live with myself, which includes my anxieties and shortcomings, is the only way to start a path away from choosing the wrong people in my life, and letting them affect me so greatly. i can't focus on someone else in the way they deserve without first coming from a healthy mindset ready to take on that challenge. i've been improving and working on that, and progress has definitely been good 👌🏼i'm no longer self harming and having ideations because of anyone else's actions, and i've finally got a crucial lesson through my head: nobody except for myself is going to make me better. no amount of anyone else's advice or support will make me secure enough in myself to overcome my anxiety, and i can't wait for someone to come along and help me, i have to do it myself and move on. because nobody will be there, that sign will never come and i only have myself for sure in my life, and only I can go that extra mile for myself. i have to work on the very way i think, and i can't blame myself for the steps i have to take to get there. it's hard not comparing my journey to someone else's but i have to remember that my journey towards happiness is mine alone, and learning to be happy alone is the first step. it's been hard for those who know me to understand when i work on being alone, and i do feel sorry for how not responding to them can make them feel but i know what i need to do in my daily life to work on overall happiness and to maintain my emotional individuality, as it's something i'm often too quick to give up. so that's it's for now, this was a long one lol and i don't think i'll edit it since i'm tired of writing so i'll start smaller stuff later

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