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unpopularly-opinionated · 1 year

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I’ve been watching How to Get Away With Murder lately and let me just say I’ve had several topics that this fucking show has made me want to blog about that I just don’t wanna spam y’all with so let me bullet point this for you:

Warning: Long AF post about complete nonsense.

1. I never finished Scandal (another series by Shonda Rhimes) but I sure did watch a shit ton of it and I used to genuinely think it was a great show at the time. Haven’t seen it in a while so I’m not sure how exactly I’d feel now, but if watching HTGAWM has shown me anything it’s that god does this woman suck at writing characters. She’s pretty good at writing serialized legal/political dramas, I’ll give her that, but she legitimately only has like maybe 4-5 character archetypes that she just copied and pasted from Scandal onto this show, and boy do the flaws show in this series.

You’ve got the strong, black female lead whose job it is to basically fix problems, ethically or unethically, she pretends to care but doesn’t really.

You’ve got the sociopathic do-it-all guy who does all the unethical dirty work including breaking and entering, kidnapping, killing, destroying evidence, planting evidence, etc. with a troubled past of being in prison.

You’ve got the incredibly basic girl who starts off all shy and cute like she’s an innocent little sunflower, who then falls in love with the sociopathic do-it-all guy which inevitably leads her down a similar road of corruption.

You’ve even got the soft-spoken, ‘dreamy’ white man that the lead has the hots for (as well as the mentally-damaged white girl).

There’s probably more, but honestly that’s all I can remember from Scandal at this point. It’s actually kind of insane to me how it’s literally just the same exact characters just transplanted to a different plot. I don’t know much about her personally, but she strikes me as someone who would probably make bank writing romance novels or Y/N fanfic.

2. Binge watching shows has ruined pacing of older shows, such as HTGAWM, because without that weeklong break in the middle (sometimes longer for holidays) you overlook details because you don’t have time to process them properly, and oftentimes plot points that require time passing (such as relationships, breakups, etc.) can fail completely because it’s not really believable when a couple is together one episode, breaks up to be w/ someone else the next, says “I love you” the next, and is pregnant in the next (yes, this is something that actually happened in HTGAWM).

3. Just in general, the writing for this show really begins to plummet after just S1, but mostly S2. I’ll give them credit where credit is due, a lot of shows that begin with this ‘hook’-like idea--in this case murder and how to get away with it--tend to fail miserably by wrapping up that initial hook in the first season and then winging it every season after that. This show surprisingly doesn’t do that, and every season begins with a new murder that they then have to “get away with” (almost comically-so).

But as I said, this woman doesn’t seem to know how to write characters, at least not likeable or consistent ones. It sometimes feels like I’m watching reality TV or something because a lot of the conflict between characters is incredibly forced. I’m halfway through S4 and despite the fact that these people love to profess how much they love each other, they’re a family, etc. in nearly every episode you’ve got someone “not trusting” someone else, someone keeping secrets “just because”, or someone yelling at someone else for something because it’s “all their fault” when like none of that is ever actually true.

Oliver and Conner broke up because Oliver felt like the relationship wasn’t healthy because, even after he lied to Conner about something really fucking important, Conner instantly forgave him, which yeah sure that absolutely sucks and is a totally valid reason to break up with someone, albeit a sad one because obviously you two still love each other...except in the next fucking episode, Conner is hooking up w/ strangers and Oliver is genuinely considering jumping into another relationship, and also Oliver is changing his story and claiming the reason he broke up w/ Conner was actually Conner’s fault because of like trust issues or something which just isn’t true at all?? It was a wild retcon that came out of nowhere for no other reason other than I guess she needed them to sleep w/ other people that season.

Also I’m sorry but how is Michaela supposed to be even a remotely redeemable character when she’s written to be this huge uptight, racist, homophobic (or possibly biphobic), bitch? I don’t think she ever gets better. Right from the get go in S1, she has this whole ordeal over her fiancé having had one gay experience many years ago when he was younger, and like okay I would understand it if it was just about the fact that he didn’t tell her about it, but she continued to spiral out over it, accusing any man even in the vicinity of him as being his secret lover, and continues to badmouth him as “gay” (I can’t write tone here, but she says it in a very accusing way) to the others including Conner who is literally gay. There’s also never really a refutation to this either, so by the time Aiden is completely out of the picture, I guess we’re left to just assume he is actually gay, despite all possible evidence pointing to the contrary. But I guess all of this is A-OK because she becomes GBFs w/ Conner later for...some reason, I guess.

Then there’s the way she treats Asher which, in the beginning I was like okay fair, he’s the douchey frat boy character. Totally understandable why you’d treat him like an asshole. But when they hook up and eventually get together, she is so unbelievably racist towards him??? She’s constantly going on about “white boy” this and “white people” that, and the poor dude just takes it because he’s super whipped.

The way she also talks about other black people is even off, like if she wasn’t black (and Shonda Rhimes wasn’t black) I would daresay it comes across as fetishistic. In fact, a lot of this show is written like fetish porn of black people. God help if this was written by a white woman which ironically enough, it really does feel like this was written by a white woman. I’m not even joking, if I didn’t already know who Shonda Rhimes was, I would swear to you this show was written by a white woman who really loves black people, to an uncomfortable degree. I’m not even talking about cringy “black empowerment” either, that’s not what bothers me. It’s one thing to promote strong black (female) characters in a show which you know it’s fine I guess, whatever, but this show fetishizes that instead. Black people aren’t just strong and powerful, they’re the strongest and the most powerful. It’s creepy and weird.

At this point, the only reason I’m watching it is because I like Viola Davis and despite her character being iffy at times, she’s still a tremendous actress. And ofc I like Colliver, even though it’s messy a lot of the time. I know I just sat here and shat on the show a bunch, and to be clear it’s definitely not a show I would ever recommend, but it’s not strictly-speaking terrible. It just has a lot of bad moments/elements to it.

#random rant #long post #How To Get Away With Murder #not tagging the author #cause idk what she does in her spare time #but I'm not tryna sling shade #she's not the worst writer by any means #just lacking in some crucial parts

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mais-nerdy-corner · 2 years

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❝𝕷𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖔𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖓❞ | 𝕼𝖎𝖖𝖎 𝖝 𝕾𝖎𝖇𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌! 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

Synopsis: Having a Cryo Vision just to freeze time, you're doing this for only one reason. Still waiting for your little sister Qiqi's return from her herb picking, you decided to venture out to the outside world in search for her. But once you found her, you've been long forgotten.

Pairing: Qiqi x Older Sibling! Reader (Platonic)

Genre: Mostly angst, with some fluff

Note: Her banner thing turned out so cute, didn't expect the background to be fitting for her. Anyways yay, more angst is coming your way!

The sounds of birds chirping can be heard from outside your small cottage, followed by a rooster's crow. You sat up from your sleeping position, slowly adapting to the ambient lighting. After getting up, you tidied up your bed and went to the kitchen.

Lighting up the fire and putting a pot on the stove, you added some vegetable stock, rice, salt and ginger into the pot. Placing the lid on top, you then opened one of the ceramic canisters laid out on the counter and grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds and headed outside.

As soon as you exited your cottage, a group of finches immediatly gathered around you. This made you smiled unconsciously as you walked over to the wooden bird feeder, with them following you from behind.

"Come here all of you, time for breakfast. *Sigh* Oh how happy Qiqi would be if she saw you lot..." you unconsciously mumbled.

Realizing what you just said, you slapped yourself on the cheek as you continued to mumble, "Wait, why are you saying it like she's dead? If she really died then it was a waste of effort all this time. No no, think positive Y/n. You've come this far, you can't suddenly doubt about it. Rest assured that Qiqi is still alive."

You took a deep breath before back looking at the group of finches and then your cottage.

"Well, it looks like the congee needs at least an hour to cook. So I'd better go collect some herbs in the mean time," you said as you went to grab your woven basket backpack.

Before leaving, you went to a place not far from the cottage where there are two stone tablets. Yes, it's the grave of your parents.

"Diēdiē, a-niang, I'm leaving to collect some herbs as per usual. If I find Qiqi this time, I will immediately bring her home. Please watch over the house for me."

After tired of collecting herbs for an hour or so, you returned back to your cottage. However you felt a presence, maybe more than one other than yourself, and it surprised you.

"Is there such enemy that can break through my protection barrier? What do they truly want from me?"

You immediately summoned your weapon out of thin air and slowly sneaking close to them. But as you get closer to this said enemy, all you could hear was of chatters and laughter, like of a human being. Something you haven't interacted with in a long time.

"Okay, okay, enough with jokes. I'm just glad we managed to find this little cottage. After all the trouble that happened earlier, I think we deserve a little break."

"B-but Minsheng...we are literally breaking into someone's house and trespassing on their grounds. What if someone actually lives here? I mean, you don't get fresh congee out of nowhere..."

"I have to agree with Yingzhu, Minsheng. Although this area has not been inhabited for a long time and indeed the chances of someone living here are quite small, but someone definitely DOES live here. The place is well kept, otherwise it would've been overgrown with plant and likely be destroyed. And also, about the congee part..."

"Alright alright, I get it Linyang. But who would live here all alone away from Liyue Harbor? The nearby fishing village didn't last for long either."

The three people presumably named Minsheng, Yingzhu and Linyang wore similar looking uniform. And their friendship with each other seemed quite close, something you envied at the time. Without you knowing it, you were drawn and began to approach the group of friends. But alas, it did nothing but alarmed them.

"Gyah! An Adeptus!" Minsheng yelled in surprise.

"An Adeptus? Fear not, I'm no such Adeptus. I'm a mere mortal much like you all."

Even though you clarified that you weren't an Adeptus, they stared at you with a strange look. Was it the way you look, the way you speak, or the way you dress? You don't know.

But for them, it was everything. Why is a person wearing a hanfu living alone in the middle of nowhere away from society? It looks like as if you time travelled from the past, literally. Or is it you weren't aware of the changes that happened to Liyue over time because you lived far away from society? Who knows.

"A-ah..! We would also like to apologize about somewhat breaking into your cottage and eating the congee you made...H-here, please accept this bag of Mora as compensation for our actions," Yingzhu said nervously.

"Hey, Yingzh--"

When Minsheng was about to stop Yingzhu, he was interrupted by Linyang who signaled him to let her do her thing. For you on the other hand, you deeply stared at the bag of Mora. You've heard of this type of currency before but never used it, therefore you're basically clueless on how to use it.

"Oh, how about we take you to Liyue Harbor? So that we can have brunch/lunch together and take you around," Yingzhu suddenly offered.

Ah yes, Liyue Harbor. During the Archon War, Rex Lapis brought his people south of Mt. Tianheng and established Liyue Harbor. However for whatever reason, your family decided to stay and moved closer to Jueyun Karst, supposedly to make it easier to collect herbs.

Also, you haven't forgotten your main objective which is to find your younger sister, Qiqi. You've been looking everywhere for her but never thought of looking in Liyue Harbor.

"Certainly, I would be delighted to join you."

Yingzhu looked overjoyed as she went to grab both of your hands. "Then I will make sure you will enjoy your time sightseeing in Liyue Harbor."

As you make your way to Liyue Harbor, you strangely encountered some Hilichurls on your way there. Obviously, they were no match for you but still, it's odd to see them so active on this particular day. The group of adventurers stared at you in amazement after you easily defeated those Hilichurls, especially Yingzhu.

"Oh wow, Y/n that was amazing!" she praised.

"No need to mention it. For hundreds of years, I've trained to defend my home from these creatures. Most of my family may have died, but home is where love resides, memories are created, friends always belong, and laughter never ends. And I shall protect them all till my final moments."

"Aww, don't you feel lonely living there alone?" Yingzhu asked.

"Loneliness is something I've accustomed to, but I don't mind having company once in a while."

"Then I'll make sure to come over to your house at least once a week."

Linyang and Minsheng walked right behind them as they watch their friendship blossomed. They knew that Yingzhu was the type of person who worries a lot about her work and when it comes to making friends. But it seems like she did it easily, so Linyang just kept quiet with a smile on her face.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself..." Minsheng suddenly commented.

"Oh shut it, Minsheng. Just look at them," Linyang replied.

(I swear they act like parents who sees their daughter with her boyfriend the rest of the way)

Yingzhu continued to chat with you as you made your way through the city, Minsheng and Linyang still trailing behind. While Yingzhu was busy talking, you noticed that there were people who looked at you with strange looks, just like when you first met the group. Nevertheless you paid no mind to it as you made your way to Third Round Knock-out.

"Now you wait here while we order the food, then we'll go to the Adventurers' Guild Post as we wait for the food to come. You'll be fine alone, won't you?" Yingzhu asked.

"Like what I've said before, I'm used to being alone. Run along now, you don't want to keep them waiting."

Yingzhu simply smiled before running to catch up to Minsheng and Linyang. And the waiting game begins...

As you wait for the food to come and the group of friends to come back, you looked around and observed the activities of the people. They traded, chatted, joked around, laughed together, just very lively stuff unlike back where you live. You were so busy with your thoughts, you didn't even notice the young girl approaching you while carrying a tray of food.

"Alright, here's the food that you ordered...well people from the Adventurers' Guild ordered them but they told me to leave their food order with you, you're Y/n right?" the young girl said.

"Correct."

"Oh great, my name is Xiangling! I'm a chef from Liyue, nice to meet you! So is it your first time in Liyue?"

"You could say that, it's my first time being in the city. I don't live anywhere near here."

"Is that so? Well I guarantee you will like it here, here, have a taste of Wanmin Restaurant's Boiled Fish! You can't go wrong trying our signature dish," Xiangling beamed as she handed over the said dish.

You nodded at Xiangling's words and tasted the food, but you immediately flinched and coughed before snatching a nearby cup of tea.

"Uh--are you okay? Was it perhaps too spicy to your liking?" she asked in a worried tone.

After a few sips of tea, the burning feeling in your mouth subsides. "As you said, it's indeed too spicy for my taste but it is flavorful. My meals are normally bland and tasteless, however I don't mind trying something new once in a while."

"O-oh, got it. You remind me of my friend who also can't handle spicy foods."

You and Xiangling chatted with each other until the group from the Adventurers' Guild returned from reporting their mission. Meanwhile, on the bridge near Yanshang Teahouse, walked a certain young funeral parlor director with her tall mysterious consultant.

"Ahhhh~ Don't you just love the lovely lively atmosphere of Liyue Harbor? It's a nice refreshing change of scenery from the dead and grim atmosphere from the burial grounds, hee-hee."

"Yes, of course Director Hu."

As they turned the corner, Hu Tao saw something that catches her eyes. "O-ya? O-ya-ya-ya? What is this? Are my eyes deceiving me?"

"What's the matter, Director Hu?" Zhongli asked.

"My dear faithful consultant, are you seeing what I'm currently seeing? That long light purple plaited hair, where I have seen that before?" Hu Tao quizzingly asked before running off.

"W-wait, Director Hu--"

Before Zhongli could stop his boss, Hu Tao was already at the table you sat at the Third Round Knock-out.

"Why hello there dear adventurers, and hello to you too Xiangling. Long time no see!" Hu Tao greeted.

"Oh, Hu Tao! Hi, umm it looks like I have to cut our meeting short. I have to go help my Dad with something, I'll catch up with you later. Sorry!" Xiangling apologized before departing from the scene.

"Huh, that's odd. She looks like as if she has seen a ghost! Hee-hee, oh I just love these kinds of people the most. She's just so easy to scare!"

"Umm, with all due respect Director Hu, but if you're here to strike a new business proposal, we're not interested. You do know that your marketing strategies aren't working as well as you hoped it to be," Minsheng pointed out.

"Aiya, you've got it all wrong! No need to be so mean about it. I'm actually curious about your little friend over here, who are they? A new member perhaps?" Hu Tao asked.

"Eh, not really...it's a long story," Yingzhu stated.

"Director Hu...your family founded the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor and continued to maintain it for generations. Then you must its current director."

"Oh, you know my family so well. I'm Hu Tao, the 77th Director of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. I actually would like to become acquainted with you, then I shall pull up a seat right here!"

You can clearly see the Adventurers' Guild members looking distressed by Hu Tao's presence, like they really don't want her to be there as hinted by Linyang's facepalming.

"Oh god..."

After minutes of listening to Hu Tao's babbling, people at the table are starting to get worn out, except for you oddly enough. You find her rather intriguing, even though you can conclude that she is not very well liked in Liyue Harbor.

Suddenly, Hu Tao asked something that caught your attention. "Have you seen Qiqi? Tell me where she is, quickly. I have some unattended business to discuss with her, hee-hee!"

"...Qiqi?"

"Ah, Y/n do you know her too? Were you also looking for her? Then come, let's hunt her down together! Ooh, isn't this thrilling?" Hu Tao exclaimed as she dragged you away.

"W-wait...! Y/n...!" Yingzhu shouted.

"It's no use, Yingzhu. They're ignoring you," Linyang said before sipping her tea, followed by a sigh from Yingzhu.

Walking around the north docks of Liyue Harbor, Hu Tao spotted the little girl she was looking for.

"Ehehe, found you~!" As Hu Tao was about to chase after her, she then spotted a tall man with long green hair near her. "Ugh, Baizhu? That guy..."

You and Hu Tao decided to approach them anyways, Qiqi who turned to see you two ran and hid behind Baizhu.

"Now now, Qiqi. What is it this time?" Baizhu doted.

He turned around still with Qiqi hiding behind him, and saw the situation.

"Greetings Master Hu, but if you're here to terrorize my little Qiqi, please refrain from doing so," Baizhu said.

"Ai-yai-yai, you're no fun. Hey Y/n, didn't you say you had some business with Qiqi too? Y/n? Hello, are you still there?"

You were stunned in silence as you stared at the figure hiding behind the owner of Bubu Pharmacy. After all these years, your question has finally been answered. Qiqi is still alive!

"Anyways, how about you introduce this friend of yours, Master Hu? They seemed like an interesting individua--"

Hu Tao and Baizhu himself were dumbfounded to see you tearing up as you clenched your fist in front of your chest.

"Your name is Baizhu, wasn't it? I have a little something to confess. My name is L/n Y/n, and I've been trying to find Qiqi day and night. She is my younger sister, we lived near Jueyun Karst to support our family's herb collecting business."

"Huh, I thought as much..." Hu Tao muttered.

"Oh my, this is big news. Qiqi, can you confirm these statements to make sure they are not lying?" Baizhu requested.

"I.....I have no idea. Sorry, I don't know if I'm supposed to remember you," Qiqi simply answered.

"...What?"

"I'm sorry dear, but I'm afraid that Qiqi is no longer the Qiqi you used to know. As you can see here with the several fulu talismans stuck on her, she is a zombie. She has trouble retaining memories and..."

Baizhu's explanation just went in one ear and out the other, refusing to accept the reality that has happened. But alas, you did notice something different with Qiqi. Her voice is relatively flat and she doesn't seem to be able to convey her emotions.

Thus, it happened...

CRACK

This ice dam that kept your hopes and dedication into finding Qiqi all this time shattered, it's pointless now. She has long forgotten you.

Before you knew it, the darkness consumed your vision and you no longer have control over your body.

Several hurried footsteps can be heard from outside the Bubu Pharmacy, and they were made by none other than the group of adventurers.

"We heard from Director Hu that Y/n suddenly collapsed and was brought to the Bubu Pharmacy. Is it true? A-are they okay?" Yingzhu worriedly asked.

"Ah! You must be the group of adventurers. They are in one of the rooms and is being handled by Dr. Baizhu," Herbalist Gui said.

"R-right, thank you Herbalist Gui," Linyang thanked him.

Hearing footsteps in one of the rooms there, they knocked on the door before opening the door and entered the room.

"Excuse us..." Yingzhu quietly uttered.

There they saw you laying in bed unconscious with the Cryo Vision on the dangling ornament of your sash blinking furiously. In the room with Baizhu, there are also Qiqi and Zhongli sitting in the corner of the room.

"What's going on...?" Minsheng asked.

"This is a curious case indeed, I've never seen anything like it. Mr. Zhongli, what's your opinion on this? I'm not sure I can explain it right..." Baizhu said.

"Y/n used their Vision to 'freeze time', seemingly. Not on time itself but on themself, it prevents them to age thus their young appearance. There is a saying that 'when a person's ambition reaches a certain strength, the gods look upon them with favor' or that 'when one's fervent ambition burns brightly, the gods will cast their gaze upon you'. Y/n was able to live for so long because of their ambition, but since their ambition is achieved however not as expected, their Vision is no longer able to prolong their life," Zhongli explained.

"Hmm, very well said Mr. Zhongli," Baizhu praised.

"Wait--so...does that mean...." Linyang paused which was then continued by Yingzhu. "...Y/n will die?"

"Unfortunately, yes," Zhongli simply answered.

As the group was hit with the feeling of disbelief, Qiqi walked over to the bed you're resting on and sat next to you.

"I'm sorry, I think Qiqi is supposed to remember them. But Qiqi can't remember them...I'm sorry..." Qiqi said.

"It wasn't your fault, Qiqi. It's inevitable if you forget your sibling or not," Zhongli said to comfort Qiqi.

"W-wait, Qiqi's Y/n's sister?!" Minsheng exclaimed.

The group's reaction went from disbelief to surprised, with Linyang and Yingzhu's shock died down while Minsheng is still overreacting.

"Yeah, I can kind of see the resemblance..." Yingzhu said.

"Minsheng, stop. You're overreacting," Linyang said as she smacked the back of his head.

Qiqi watched the group joking around before focusing her full attention on you. She put her tiny hand on top of yours and something unexpected happened. Suddenly, memories from the past flashes before Qiqi's eyes, showing the moments you've spent with her. How could she have forgotten the beautiful memories you made together?

Tears started to well up and streamed down Qiqi's bone-white complexion, placing both of her hands on yours and holding it tightly. "I remember it, I remember it now. Y/n-jiějiě/gēgē, please...don't leave..."

All of a sudden, your Vision shone brightly and your eyes slowly fluttered open. It appears as if your Vision allowed you to live a little longer after hearing Qiqi's plea.

"Y/n...!" Minsheng, Linyang and Yingzhu exclaimed at the same time after noticing that you're awake.

You looked around in confusion for a moment before laughing weakly. "You finally remembered me, huh? Well done Qiqi..."

You slowly reached out and placed your hand on Qiqi's right cheek, wiping away the tears she shed. "Please, don't cry...you can't help it if you forget about something..."

"When Qiqi saw Y/n-jiějiě/gēgē suddenly collapsed and laying unconscious in bed, Qiqi's chest started to...hurt. Why does it hurt? Qiqi doesn't understand. Please, tell me jiějiě/gēgē, is this pain related to Qiqi's forgotten past? Why does it hurt Qiqi so much? Jiějiě/Gēgē, it hurts. Please, help me..."

For Qiqi to convey her emotions right then and there was rather out of character to those who know her. She never had been this expressive, and it stunned the people in the room. Even you.

Gently stroking Qiqi's head as you lovingly looked at her, you gave her the answers she might be looking for. "That's a sign that you truly care about other people, you don't like to see people you care about suffer or getting hurt. It's a good thing, and I want you to continue it. Use your Vision to protect those that matter most..."

You paused to looked over at your Vision slowly blinking, undeniably you don't have much time left.

"Promise me, continue to do good and good will come to you. Protect those who you consider family, but family isn't always by blood. It's the people in your life who want you in theirs, the ones who accept you for who you are. The ones who would do anything to see you smile and who love you no matter what. Stop punishing yourself for being someone with a heart. You cannot protect yourself from suffering. To live is to grieve..."

You can hear sobs in the room, which is probably made by Yingzhu. Qiqi was also silently crying as she tightly holds your hand.

"I love you Qiqi, I always have..."

Your eyes fluttered shut and your body faded to dust. Qiqi stared in shock at her hands that previously held your hand, it disintegrated right in her hands. All that's left behind was your deactivated Vision on the dangling ornament.

After your death, Qiqi became a lot closer with the group of adventurers. In their spare time, they would visit each other. Qiqi would visit them to the Adventurers' Guild Post to check if they got hurt during their adventures, or Minsheng, Linyang and Yingzhu would come to Bubu Pharmacy to buy some herbs and also to check on Qiqi.

Some other times, Qiqi will join them on their adventure to visit your family home. They put an censer in front of your cottage to offer incense to you and your parents. Sometimes, they will bring the ingredients to cook congee and enjoy it together, just like old times.

[Author's Note]: Coincidentally, this fic is finished on March the third, the same day as Qiqi's birthday. So happy birthday to our dear petite zombie, even though I lost my 50/50 to you on Xiao's rerun banner I still love you~♡

Publication date: March 3rd 2022

Taglist: @stage-lucida

#genshin impact #genshin imagines #qiqi genshin impact #qiqi x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact angst #genshin angst

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artnrandomness · 2 years

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This is a ref sheet of how I draw PvZ's iconic Sunflower. Keep in mind that all the PvZ characters I'm drawing, previous and upcoming are my first times actually drawing them. And I think I did well with her, just like with Peashooter.

The bio for the Sunflower (the main one) is this:

"While she prefers to stay behind enemy lines (unless if there's a plant in need of reviving there, despite her stress and fear that comes from that), that doesn't stop her from using her ranged attacks while keeping everybody in high spirits with her sunny personality and superior healing. As the backbone of the plant team, it's her job to keep her teammates alive, a job she loves doing."

As for the other Sunflowers, here are their bios.

1. While terribly mysterious to everyone, Mystic Flower is very wise, able to give guidence to the plants when needed. She also enjoys a bit of rubbing it in zombies' faces every once in a while, and she always does it in a very polite way. She is feared by her weapon filled with mysterious energy.

2. Due to her continulessly vent powerful electrical energy, all thanks to her over-tanning on the day she got those powers, Power Flower is mostly in distress when trying to control it and is very let down when she sees all the acidental damage caused by her. But when her spirits are high thanks to fighting zombies, she uses her powers to help the plants and ruin the zombies' day.

3. Fire Flower feels very gifted with the fire-based powers she had recieved thank to a date with Fire Pea, who, as of right now, is her boyfriend. Unlike the OG Sunflower, she perfers to go into enemy lines, but sometimes, can be reckless while doing so. She also loves it when zombies burn to the ground, indicating that she has a love for arson. Although. this gets out of hand a few times, but not to the point when Crazy Dave's house burns to the ground.

4. Shadow Flower is very nocturnal, making her an excellent night patrol leader. Although, she likes to work alone, only working with someone if needed. Since no one can tell what's under her mask, some say she's just a sunflower with her own identidy. But just like any other superhero, she fights crime and rights any wrongs, and is pround doing it.

5. Metal Petal, despite her being a bit cocky and reckless, adores fighting straight into the face of the zombies, literally and figeratively, even more so than Fire Flower. And what scares both plants AND zombies is the fact that she always comes back alive. While she may move slower than any other sunflower, she's the best at dangerous solo ops and defending teams of plant escorts. She's also one of the very few plants that can counter a Foot Soldier's ZPG in the face.

6. Little was known about the Sun Pharaoh until her sunflower-shaped pyramid was discovered in the early eighteenth century. According to the local hieroglyphs, she enjoyed long walks on the beach, had many catnip companions and enjoyed eating chicken salad sandwiches. Those are things she still enjoies as of present day. While she's a helpful ally and believes in the plant cause, she is mostly seen in her egyptian temple, only coming to the plants' base if necessary. While her calm demeanor and somewhat cold personality can come from her previous companion, Cleopatra, her sunflower personality is what balances her mood perfectly. She's best friends with another royal plant, Rose and, while she perfers working alone when it comes to royal dutiies, when it comes to helping other plants, she perfers working with Law Pea, Armored Chomper and Bandit Cactus.

7. Alien Flower is a Legend of the Lawn, who comes from an alien plant world and wants to be seen. She gets very angry whan zombies try to hide her away, forcing her to kill them without any remorse. But she's allways helping the plants when to comes to interstellar discoveries. She's also the only plant with a pilot's license when to comes to flying airplanes or spaceships.

8. Vampire Flower is very commited to being a goth plant. She can also be competitive when facing zombies. While she can be a bit annoyed with shenanigans, she at least doesn't put people's spirits down when discussing hope. She's best friends with Count Chompula.

9. Stuffy Sunflower's all about sunshine and rainbows. She gets very upset when even a single zombie hates rainbows. While the OG Sunflower may have a sunny personality, she always gets help by Stuffy in order to cheer people up in their most depressing time. Just ask the plants who went through The Great Depression.

#plants vs zombies #plants vs zombies: garden warfare #pvz sunflower #my art

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just-ornstein · 3 years

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Capp siblings, Tybalt, Juliette & Hermia ❤️💔🌈🔮🌷🍕

Ahhh my children! <3 Thank you for this ask!

Tybalt Capp: ❤️: OTP Mercutio/Tybalt... I mean is that even a surprise? Besides the enemies to friends to lovers trophe that I absolutely adore, reading Shakespeare, the play "Tybalt and Mercutio are Dead", watching the movies and their Sims bios/memories, I felt like both may have way more in common than they might think! Both the black sheep of their family, ton of responsibilities placed on their shoulders from a young age and in reality both simply want to be told that they're doing a good job. I think that once they'd put their Monty/Capp status aside and have a genuine conversation they'd quickly come to realize they're not that different at all!

💔: No OTP Honestly, I'm not too big on Tybalt with anyone but Mercutio (even though Puck/Tybalt can be kinda cute). However, I cannot for the life of me imagine Tybalt in a straight relationship, even makes me mildly uncomfortable because I so strongly headcanon him as gay. To anyone that does like him as straight, totally cool, more fun to you! In the end everyone plays Sims differently and as long as you're having fun that's all that matters. :D I just cannot imagine Tybalt as Straight myself haha.

🌈: Sexuality Ohhh, this dude is gay, very, very gay. He didn't realize for the longest time, just thinking he hadn't found the right girl yet, until well... He got to know Mercutio properly and he was shot with Cupid's arrow. A lot of frustration piled up that he didn't even realize had to do with the fact he was developing feelings for someone.

🔮: Something Random With some Occult ancestry on his father's side he may have more magic running in the family than he might think. ;) He's also amazing at fencing, something that was taught to him from an early age on and often used for self-defense... And sometimes simply to show-off. Cares a great deal about his family as well, like his sisters are his everything. A secondary Family Sim for sure!

🌷: Flowers or Plants They Like Tybalt has a lot of internal turmoil but he has some fond memories of picking flowers with his mom as a child. Forget-Me-Not was a common flower to be found and sometimes he still likes to be near them to be reminded of his mom. Amaryllis is also a flower he loves, planted in the Veronaville gardens his mom would sometimes pick a few pretty ones to put on his room. They represent pride and self-confidence. The name meaning 'to sparkle' because Cordelia loved seeing her son blossom into the young and loving person he was turning out to be. Sadly when she died his self-confidence went down the drain and he became way more agressive about trying to keep up that pride. These flowers are some he does keep on his room, or pick out when he sees them blooming in the garden to bring to his parents grave. Lastly Wolfbane also known as Aconitum. A beautiful purple flower often associated with Occults. This one I picked for him because I feel like that while they are beautiful, these flowers are often associated with a warning sign, to remain cautious. But even misantrophy and death. The colour purple is also associated with magic, richness and royalty (and all 3 of these flowers have pinkish-purple colours, or at least variations that have it). The reason why I picked these in particular? Well... It will later on become more apparent as the story progresses. ;)

🍕: Pizza Topping Onions, pepperoni and extra cheese!

Juliette Capp: ❤️: OTP I don't really have an OTP for her, but I do like her with Romeo and while I'm actually pairing Romeo with someone else for the first time. They're still a pairing that I think is cute and could definitely work on the long run. But they need to remain open and honest with each other. I don't interpret Romeo being a Romance Sim as him being unfaithful, but rather that he cares a great deal about romance, loves affection and may, be polygamous. Once they talk everything out I think they would literally die for each other, I mean hey, they're Romeo and Juliette! They'd be the type of super cutesy couple you'd see on the street, sharing ice cream, laughing, etc.

💔: No OTP I don't think I have a pairing for Juliette that I genuinely dislike. At least I haven't ran across anything that made me go: Ehhhh.

🌈: Sexuality As Straight as a pole! She might be bi-curious, but I think she would lean way more to men. She's also asexual!

🔮: Something Random Is actually very good at writing poetry and keeps several collections in her room, she would likely send them to Romeo or read them for him. And Romeo? Has kept every single one she's written for him in a specially assigned book in his room. He keeps them very close to him as they're very special. Juliette also probably doesn't even want to be the Heiress, but it appears she doesn't have much of a choice. She was raised to carry on the name, something she had been prepared for since birth. But she doesn't dare bring it up, most of it is probably placed in underlying insecurities. If she had someone she could talk to she would probably feel way more confident in her role.

🌷: Flowers or Plants They Like Sunflowers! Their brightness and colours just bring so much happiness to her and if it came to her she would probably have grown them in the garden of their mansion as well. Sunflowers also stand for faithfulness, loyalty and adoration, something which in my opinion greatly represents Juliette who's probably of the most supportive people you can have in your friend group.

🍕: Pizza Topping Tomatoes, cheese, olives, onions and mozzarella! If she's feeling especially daring green peppers on top of it as well.

Hermia Capp: ❤️: OTP Hermia/Puck or Hermia/Puck/Romeo! I wasn't too sure on Hermia/Puck at first until a friend of mine really managed to sell me on the idea. They're soulmates, very much meant to be together, loving to share knowledge with each other, tarots, fortune telling, magic, etc. They also love each other for everything that they are, even the flaws, trusting each other with everything. I cannot really say why I love Hermia/Puck/Romeo yet as it would be a major story spoiler, but I do think Hermia and Romeo have way more in common than one might think as well. c:

💔: No OTP Hermia/Mercutio, I simply cannot see it happening. While I think she may have held feeling towards him, they weren't deeply rooted and in the end Puck had always been her first love. Mercutio does eventually understand and move on from it as well. They remain close friends.

🌈: Sexuality She's bi and falls for someones personality. While she can develop crushes easily, she only falls in love deeply after developing a deep and emotional bond with someone.

🔮: Something Random Hermia is a trans woman, something she knew very early on. Her family and friends have been nothing but supportive! Hermia, despite what her interests may reflect is actually fascinated by magic, occults, sci-fi, etc. Similarly to Tybalt she's got magical ancestory and if stimulated it's very likely she might become one of the most powerful Witches the world has ever seen. She's always been interested in nature and Puck's fairy ancestory and likely would want to become a part of that world in the future as well.

🌷: Flowers or Plants They Like Unlike her siblings Hermia is moreso a succulent type of person. Being into magic and dating Puck she's started making herself more familiar with them, as well as herbs and spices, to try and get into making medicines and potions. Succulents are also way easier to take care off than flowers which can decay rather easily. If she had to pick a flower she'd like (although she would mostly use it for her hair or decorations) it would be a Sea Holly, which despite their prickly and torny exterior have beautifully dark colours, which is also great to be used in medicines.

🍕: Pizza Topping Mozzarella pizzas are her favourites, she also likes herbs on top of it for some additional flavours.

#lizzy speaks #the sims 2 #tybalt capp #juliette capp #hermia capp #headcanons

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moondustaeil · 4 years

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If your moots (or blogs you want to be mutuals with) were fanfics, what would they be? I personally think you'd be a 'royalty au, protective brother king!Kun × princess/prince!reader × suitor!Sangyeon' fanfic! 📚

You just seem very mature and put-together to me.

hihi, my love!! This was so nice to do even if it took a long time, I loved it so thank you. Also thank you for saying what fic I would be, I wish I could live in that fic 🥺💙

If you’re not in here, I’m so sorry, I’ll still add you if you want or next time someone asks me this, I’ll add you!

you can find the fics and moots under the cut! I didn’t go in any particular order, just who popped in my mind at what moment and émi last bc she’s my world yes. This is way longer than expected

@sunhyuck

Au: soulmates

Pairing: wanderer!Haechan x Kei

Backstory: ever since Donghyuck accidentally met eyes with a stranger on the street, he is greeted with sunflowers scattered along his path. Young sunflowers dance under the sun, turning to the source of warmth and light. Just like the sun is all you've been gazing at ever since you walked on the same path as your soulmate.

Why: because I truly think of Kei as one of the people I'll always go to and when thinking about soulmates, I think of people who find each other and accept each other despite different lives. That I will connect to the weird variety of subjects we talked about. I love you, my angel (if you're reading this).

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@neo-cult-ure

Au: demonic entities , haunted house , roommates

Pairing: composer!Taeyong x journalist!Ley

Backstory: Taeyong has been shouting over his music to you for over half a year, almost begging you to dedicate a column to him and his music. When his equipment starts picking up the strange noises coming from the house, it becomes clear that the clock hasn't been stopping at 3:19am for nothing. With Taeyong discovering the entity living among you, you decide to dedicate the article to Taeyong and your invisible roommate.

Why: do I even need to explain, this queen owns horror and the horror concept. She's the one I'll bow to because I owe her a lot and she's freaking talented.

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@ceruleanskies

Au: secret relationship

Pairing: soloist!Yuta x stylist!Kai

Backstory: ever since Yuta appeared on the red carpet with a short haircut, fans hunt for the person that made the decision to get rid of his mullet. All fingers point towards you, stylist of Nakamoto Yuta, from each finger a new opinion flows into your ears: too short, not the right colour, better looking with the mullet. Though one finger shoots the arrow right in the heart "they're dating."

Why: because I truly adore Kai even though I'm way too scared to actually tell, I don't want to mess up and make her think that I'm some kind of weird person. In my eyes, she sparkles through my screen.

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@neonun-au

Au: dating app

Pairing: photographer!Johnny x Mads

Backstory: just like he with a button alters between the different pictures on his camera, Johnny alters between the different profiles, swiping them in his desired direction. That's how you strand in his life and mostly his camera roll: the pictures he takes, one by one, capture you.

Why: because even though we don't know each other well, I truly want to capture her in my memory and think about the smiles I had on my face when reading her messages.

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@flowerhyucky

Au: arranged by fate (you can call this soulmates but I'm calling this arranged by fate)

Pairing: Hendery x Ana

Backstory: one day, the flowering plant amaranthus caudatus settles itself in the middle of an empty field. Another day, someone else's birth flower is planted next to the amaranthus caudatus. The young miracles of nature grow just as their owners do, however, they don't bloom until the love between you and Hendery starts to bloom.

Why: I really like Ana and her URL actually inspired the story, I could write so many adorable aus to fit her but nothing would compare. I truly like her vibes and her personality is so beautiful, like wow.

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@smileyjaeminies

Au: university , writer

Pairing: writing student!Jaemin x student!Alex

Backstory: exam season is closer than expected for you, with only a few days to go until you scribble your knowledge down on the exam sheet and a week to go until you need to hand in your paper. However, someone is willing you help you with that paper. Na Jaemin, student and writer who seems to have more control over his life than the earth has over global warming. As the word document increases in pages, so does your liking towards the young writer.

Why: I met Alex thanks to thesunnyshow that we're both co-admins of, and it immediately felt as if we were friends. Alex helped me through the screen when I fell off my bike (yes haha, a 21-year-old one took the wrong brake) and I try to make it work when she's busy with uni but we have a shift. So I think we're a great team and that's why I picked this au.

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@fruityutas

Au: broken relationship

Pairing: Taeil x Emily

Backstory: "Can I go on?" Taeil asks himself every morning, gazing upon your sheet-covering body as you drown in the world of sleep. The wind howls outside the window, and Taeil wishes the wind would push you towards him, but the soft blowing only pulls you further away from him. You feel a soft breath against your neck, the soft lips murmuring "without you, there's no way."

Why: I don't know why I chose this particular plot, maybe it was because I was listening to a song and based it on that. Initially, I wanted to go for a cheerful and happy plot that reminded me of her URL, but I ended up with angst. I remember we had this talk about angst and went from that. Also, I adore her so much, I probably expressed that once in a gc already but I'm saying it again.

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@afishcalledfatin

Au: friends to lovers

Pairing: Jungwoo x Fatin

Backstory: for as long as you can remember, you've been friends with Kim Jungwoo. In your childhood and teenage years, the term BFFs would be engraved in each object you gave to each other, but now that you two are adults, life is different. You want to give him the world because he deserves everything, he wants to give you love because his heart is longing for yours.

Why: because she feels like a friend that I've had for years, we don't always talk but when we do, it just feels like we've been friends since forever. I love that a lot about her and I love how easy she is to approach and talk to, she's a true darling.

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@heartyyjeno

Au: strangers to lovers

Pairing: Sungchan x Alesha

Backstory: trainee life is tough for Sungchan, even thinking about having to walk for over half an hour to get to the dance studio is something Sungchan stopped looking forward to. However, he meets you on his way, walking along the same path to get to a different location. One step a day with you along his side is all it takes for him to look forward to it again, to walking with you and getting to know you better.

Why: because Alesha is a great friend and we, unfortunately, don't talk as much as we used to, but that doesn't take away I'm always there for her and she's always there for me. Sungchan's walk resembles the many different talks that we had together and not all of them were fun, but we walked the path together.

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@jimjamjaemin

Au: youtuber , vlogger

Pairing: vlogger!Mark x vlogger!Mona

Backstory: Mark and you have been a couple for over a year, with the growing interest in your relationship, you and Mark start a YouTube channel. From a look in the life to fun challenges, you and Mark take over the crown of cute YouTube couples.

Why: Mona and i didn't meet in the best situation, we started to talk when there was quite some drama in the fandom. But I love Mona and the thing she made me for my birthday reminded me of an editor which led me to a youtuber au!

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@chaoticdeobi

Au: bakery/coffee shop (bc how can I not, she kicked me out of the coffee queue)

Pairing: soft-spoken!New x coffee shop owner!Bea

Backstory: the coffee quote that hangs inside your coffee shop, is something that Chanhee cites every day. With a soft voice, he orders his coffee and then flashes you his smile when you proceed to tell him that the cookie is on the house. As you bring the coffee to his table, the last minute of your shift ticks by, and when you sit with him, you start your shift as girlfriend.

Why: I literally love love love Bea, sometimes she reminds me of a soft-spoken person and other times she reminds me of a chaotic deobi. I still laugh to myself thinking about our talks, thinking about having fun together. We don't get to talk as much as I'd like, but when we do, I wish we could talk forever.

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@juyeonzz

Au: criminal , badass , something chique

Pairing: criminal!Jacob x partner in crime!Qiu

Backstory: pointing the gun at his future victim, Jacob awaits your return. You explore the house: tugging at knobs of money-filled drawers, opening jewellery-clad treasures. But you are looking for the key to Jacob's heart, a golden key dusted with scratches, poisoned with old blood from when someone else locked his heart and pulled the key out harshly.

Why: because Qiu really gives me chique and sad vibes, when I think about her, I think about a longing feeling described with poetic words. Qiu wasn't my first mutual but if I need to mention my first mutuals, there's a big chance I'll include her because it feels like she was one of the first people I got close to.

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@atbzkingdom

Au: dream

Pairing: Haknyeon x Dee

Backstory: if Haknyeon were to have one more day on this earth, how would be spend it? He would make a timetable of which you are the only returning factor, because he would like to drown himself in time with you. Twenty-four hours in which he is the sun that illuminates each part of the world, the world that is you, rotating until the sun is replaced by the moon.

Why: I don't know Dee that well because we haven't talked overly much, but whenever I think about her, I think about references with the earth, sun and moon or natural things. She's just a sweet person, and it seems really natural to talk to her!

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@127-mile

Au: muse , painting

Pairings: Ten x Émi (but there's also Renjun in here)

Backstory: from the brush that Renjun manoeuvres, droplets of paint colour the blank canvas in a self-made story. Ten, the master that learned Renjun how to portray his muse, is now standing next to Émi, the young woman returning in each painting of Ten. Never had they stood next to each other: artist and muse. Never had they consciously smiled at each other. Never had they been real. Until now. Immortalised on the canvas, Ten hugs his Émi, they might both be droplets of paint with a shadow, but behind the canvas Renjun bids farewell to his last painting. His tear streaks the painting, blurring the line between reverie and reality

Why: because Émi and Renjun are both my muses in life and writing, creatively but also in daily things. I proclaim my love for Émi a lot but that never takes away how genuine it is, because I genuinely love her and sometimes it seems so surreal that she's in my life. Sometimes I'm afraid that she's a dot, a droplet of paint that will fade by time until I have no more remains of her. But however long we have left, I will cherish and love her each day just like she loves Ten (isn't that a sad love story, I literally cried for like five minutes after this 😂)

#Seashell telephone 🐚 (ask)#Don't have a tag for my mutuals whoops but I'll make it one day

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ladyblastexecution · 4 years

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-`Deity Of Light´- K.D X F!Reader

The threat of rain meant one thing, you were not coming over today.

Kaminari looked up to the clouds covering the sun and frowned. His day off hadn’t gone over like he planned.

First off, his favorite bakery had run out of the croissants he had craved all week, and he had to drink his coffee with a raisin cookie, then when he went home and was ready to cook, his apartment filed with smoke as his pizza was burnt to a crisp. Around noon, when was the time you came around to say hi to your favorite mortal and play Mortal Kombat, the sky turned dark, and the wind picked up.

‘This day can’t go worse.’

As that thought appeared in his head, his whole world was engulfed in darkness. Just what he needed... A blackout. If he was planning to distract himself from your absence with video games or one of those dumb movies he liked, now it was out the window.

It was dumb, really. He still had a hard time believing he knew a real deity. You were such a cool person to hang out with and the fact that you found his plain and Mortal self amusing was surreal.

Almost an entire year had passed since he met you on a sunny day where he was patrolling. If he closed his eyes, he could hear the sounds of sirens and screams of the civilians that were terrified of the villain with a snake like quirk. The heroes were struggling to keep him at bay, it’s monstrous size and flexibility difficult’d things. Kaminari had been injured while attempting to stop him, the villain’s fangs grazed his arm and it left him unable to move from the neck down. He was sure he was going to die under the huge scaly body, and almost all of the heros were in the same position as him.

Kaminari tasted the metallic taste of pure horror in his tongue and as he saw the impending doom of the end of the snake’s tail coming down to crush his body, but then the sky opened up, and in a halo of gold a figure came down, speeding at an alarming rate toward the ground.. Kaminari could only open his eyes in horror, believing that, whoever it was, they there was no chance of them surviving the impact.

At the last second, the figure stopped, hovering a few inches off the ground, above Kaminari, protecting him. You wore a sheer gown that seemed to be made of pure light, feet bare and not a speck of dirt could be seen on your body. With your hair appearing to flow as if it was under water, a crown made of two branches laurel rested on your temples, framing your face.

You were ethereal, and he felt his brain lag, with a similar effect from when he overused his quirk.

With a hand up to the sky you let a blast of blinding light that burned a hole in the snake’s body, preventing it from colliding on both of you. A spray of green blood sprayed, and you threw herself on top of his body, shielding him from the impact.

A sizzling sound came from everywhere the fluid met, and he realized it was acid. And you just had taken a shit ton of it on your back. Wincing, you got up and blasted another attack, aiming to the head this time, while maintaining the protective stance in front of his sprawled body. From that perspective, Kaminari could admire your bare back, where iridescent scars, that sparkled under the sun covered almost the entire surface He was surprised to find them and instead of being disturbing, they had a heroic feel to them. thick trails of smoke rose through the air, emanating from the scorched tears on her skin and golden liquid cascaded down your back, pooling the iridescent fabric of your gown and sticking it to her form.

A deafening squeal of pain reverberated in the air, and the snake’s upper body slithered in agony. Your light had met the snake’s eyes, and you smirked, skin literally glowing from within. But as soon as the corner of your lips went up, they came down, because the snake’s fauces barreled towards both. Grunting, your arms pushed him away, and his heart clenched when you were swallowed whole.

Everything felt lost, the ray of hope that appeared when you hurt the beast, extinguished like a cigarette under someone’s boot.

The screeching sound that the snake released seemed delighted and as its bifid tongue ran through its lips, almost as if it could still taste you on them, Kaminari noticed something bulging, and expanding the skin in the mid drift of the monster.

The surrounding air seemed to heat up, oscillating in waves that disturbed the sight, the image of the snake wobbling, as if it was a reflection of itself in one of those silly mirrors they usually had in fairs.

The commotion stirred something in him, but the monster was oblivious to it all, too focused on its joy and apparent victory to notice or even feel that something was off. At least until a blinding ray of pure white pierced its skin.

The smell of burning flesh and the humming sound of the surge of power rose the hairs on Kaminari’s arms and his stomach dropped at the sight of green blood oozing out and dissolving the pavement below, craters being formed. The wails of the thing grew in volume before it came crushing down, it’s long body twitching for a few seconds until going completely still. Kaminari held his breath, expecting the reptile to lounge at someone, but the only thing that assaulted him was the solemn silence that followed after a shocking event. Even the humming of a fly’s wings could be heard.

His body was still deemed useless, and no matter how much he wished to go in there and rip your body from the beast entrains with his bare hands, he was stuck as a bystander, observing in the sidelines as those heros that could still move took the reins of the situation.

The hushed voices of the pros were not enough to drown the groaning that preceded your emerging from the pile of charred meet.

Fabric torn and body painted golden, there you stood tall and proud, stretching your shoulders like you had just finished a workout.

“Fucking Phyton, and his resolve to make my life even more complicated...” He saw you sigh while trying to wipe the stream of gold out of her eyes. Even battered and torn, you were the most beautiful creature he had laid his eyes upon. “Oh, shit... Here, let me help you ChargeBolt sir.”

Squatting down next to him with the grace of a ballerina,yourr fingers rested on top of his forehead, and a sudden feeling of calmness numbed his mind. With a warm flutter in his chest, he wondered if you were in reality an angel of death, and if what he was feeling was that story he always heard from those who had experienced a close to death experience. Because all he could see was light.

It took a few seconds of his lethargic brain processing to realize. It wasn’t a light what he was seeing per se; it was your body, shining like the sun, but in a way that his eyes didn’t burn while looking directly at it. Images of him laying beneath the sunlight at the beach flashed in his mind, and if he closed his eyes for a second, he had a similar sensation right in that moment.

Then, as if he was a solar panel and you were the very sun charging him up, a wave of energy he never experienced drummed beneath his skin.

Opening his eyes, your face was the first thing that he saw, hair cascading around your head as you leaned over him, and his fingers twitched for him to caress the strands and confirm if they were as soft as they seemed.

Then it dawned on him.

His body no long felt disconnected from his brain, In fact, he felt every single thing, including the goosebumps that invaded his skin everywhere your eyes met.

Tentatively, he sat up, afraid to fall right on his back and make a bigger fool out of himself. After confirming he felt good, even better than before hell broke loose, he opened his mouth.

“Just how many quirks do you have!?” His sentence came out louder than he intended, and he wanted to sew his mouth shut when you flinched back a little, but the serene smile you sent his way eased his nerves

“Wouldn’t you like to know...” You teased, with crinkles by your eyes.

“Seriously, how did you do all that?” he stood up, and towered above your frame “Anyone else could’ve died...”

“Oh! That reminds me...” Interrupting him, and turning around, you willed a scepter out of nowhere and tapped it in the ground with force.

The floor shook and for a second he feared another threat was around the corner. A crack on the floor appeared beneath what was the remains of the villain, and just like that, what once was a frightening monster, now was disappearing to the center of the earth.

Kaminari’s heart stopped for a second as he saw you lean dangerously over the edge of the abyss, and he rushed to grab your arm just in case a breeze blew past and threw you off balance. A zap coursed through his skin once he made contact, and he wondered if that’s what it felt like to be electrified by his quirk.

“Thanks Uncle Dis!” you called out

The ground melded back together in a second and there was no evidence let of it ever being torn.

Kaminari tried to keep his cool, and after living in a world where everything was possible because of the diversity of existing quirks, he thought nothing could ever disturb him anymore. But after only five minutes of knowing you, that was rendered false.

“Okay... Now I would like to have an explanation sunshine.... Who exactly are you?”

“You just said it cutie...” Winking at him and outstretching your hand, you flashed him the brightest smile he ever saw. “I’m Delian, or Smintheus, or Loxias, or Pythan, or Apollo or any of the names you people had given me through the years, but now I mostly go by (Y/n), deity of the Sun, Nice to meet you”

Kaminari Cringed at the memory of what happened next and tried to think of something else to ease the embarrassment that came after your introduction.

Snapping out of his remisicing Kaminari walked outside, sitting in the porche and he noticed the sunflowers you planted on his frontyard seemed to be lacking a bit of water.

He never understood why you had done that, if he had to guess he would’ve said your favorite plant would’ve been a bay tree, since it was the plant most associated with you and all that, but when you brought the four sprouts on your hands a few months prior, excitement making your skin flow and your body to flutter off the ground, he contained his teasing, too entranced by your beauty to say anything to sour your mood.

“Denki my dude! Look what I got for you straight from the underworld!” Your smile lighted up his whole house, literally. And Kaminari felt a blush rise to his cheeks over how pretty you looked.

Now those tiny sprouts grew and got up to his waist, their yellow petals were an unnatural bright yellow, courtesy of Persephone herself. He was ashamed to admit how much he liked those sunflowers, even as much as he liked you.

He was known for having a fascination with pretty girls, but you just went ahead and ruined him forever. Everyone he saw paled in comparison, and it wasn’t fair for the rest of the world. You were literally a Deity. Your beauty was something no mortal could achieve.

And whenever he tried to flirt, you always said something along the lines of

“Nah, you should see Aphrodite, your brain would fry instantly”

The forced easy laugh that usually followed was enough of a proof to know that, no matter how extraordinary you could be, you were still insecure.

On one of your sleepovers, when the sun was down and you were weaker, you shared your secrets with him. How every relationship you tried to maintain failed, every god, demigod, nymph and human abandoning you. You were aware of the Myths humans told about you, but since they said you were Male, he started doubting every tale that circulated with your name.

“I wish you would’ve been around on the golden era... The old olympic games would’ve been your shit, naked wrestling, bodies slick with olive oil...”

“Wow, Sunshine. If you so desperately want to see me naked all you had to do was ask.” Kaminari joked, expecting one of your quick comebacks, but seeing your cheeks glow golden, in the way the deity of light blushed, he felt a flutter on his chest. A small ray of hope.

“Don’t be dumb, Denki. All I’m saying is that I wouldn’t have been as lonely if I had you then.” You rolled your eyes, portraying annoyance, but he knew it was only to mask your embarrassment.

Almost without him noticing, he fell for you, hard. As hard as the Python did under your unwavering power. And the realization filed him with equal amounts of dread and joy.

In love with a goddess, who would’ve thought, huh?

Never in his wildest dreams he saw himself feeling as strongly for someone as he did for you. Yes, the ocassional crushes were there, but they always seemed to have fade into nothing just like an ice cube on a hot summer day.

Kaminari couldn’t even look at the sky without thinking about you. Even when the clouds were thick and the thunders made the glass of his window rattle, whenever he looked above, he imagined you there, looking down at him and winking, as a way of encouraging him in his everyday tasks that seemed so mundane. The life of a pro hero is far from dull, but it still paled compared to a literal deity.

Kaminari sat outside, growling at the dark sky that killed his chance at seeing you. He felt the cold breeze caressed his face and violently rock his sunflowers. They were sad looking at that moment, almost a perfect reflection of how he was feeling on the inside, crestfallen and slumping down, facing the dirt, with no sun to make them happy.

He sighed and rested his head on his bents knees, trying to focus on anything instead of the empty feeling on his chest. He hated being so attached to you, but every time he thought of your face, so close that he could feel the air out of your lungs tickle his nose, the same thought invaded him.

How could he not be?

You were warm and shiny in every sense of the word, Your heart was as gold as your blood and you never showed anything but care and -he hoped- love. Maybe not in the way he wanted it, because hell, the need to hold your hand just because he could, and kiss your lips to see your cheeks shine is all he ever dreamt of ever since he met you, but how would it work?

You were a Goddes, a supernatural being. Immortal.

You saw millions of humans come and go, and the wicked fantasy of you being in love from someone of your past, and never looking at him ever again always woke him up with a startle in the middle of the night, sheets drenched in sweat and heart thrumming in his ribcage.

Another Thunder boomed, this time closer, so close in fact that Kaminari felt the static buzzing on his skin, making him sit straight because of the jumpscare.

His eyes laid on the sky and he scowled once again, the rain clouds were closer and so thick that swallowed any remains of sunbeams, turning everything a somber shade of gray, dulling the colors of everything, including his sunflowers, that now were facing straight at him.

Wait...

Since when the sunflowers were like that? There was no sun for them to seek for. He was disturbed by this, but still, he couldn’t ponder on it much.

The heavyweight of a pair of hands on his shoulders, accompanied by a hushed “boo” on his ear, tore a high-pitched shriek out of Kaminari’s insides.

The sweet sound of your laugh followed right after, the beginning drowned by his terrified outburst, but the end infiltrated his ears and flowed like honey through his body.

“(Y/n)? What are you doing here?” He asked, glancing upwards to the somber dark sheet covering the sky. You were smiling so bright it almost hurt his eyes, but one look over your body later he noticed the charred ends of your dress and the frizz sticking your hair up in all weird directions, leaving you as a bad Simba wannabe. “What happened to you?” Concern laced his voice, and he saw your smile falter. Doubt misting your eyes as your posture visibly tensed.

“Well, it’s actually a funny story...” You laughed shakily, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible, going the extra mile to wave a hand, but he didn’t miss the way your fingers shook or the tense lines at the side of your mouth. “Let’s say the pissy prick I call father is against me spending so much time with mortals, and we had a bit of an... arterncate, you could say.” You were a bundle of nerves, and even the usual crown you sported was hanging crooked on your head.

Kaminari felt a cold hand clasping his heart at the implications of that that meant. Your encounters needed to stop, you were there to say goodbye and disappear from his life. He masked his pain with a soft smile and took a step closer, hands going to fix the mess on top of your head.

“It’s okay... I never thought the all mighty Apollo, Phyton, Loxias Del-Delos was it?...” He stopped, brows furrowed as he tried to remember the first time you spoke to him. word by word.

“Delian...” You corrected, eyes soft and tension melting off your face, a small twitch in the corner of your mouth made it look like you were almost smiling.

“Right, Delian, or (Y/N), Or Sunshine... Would want to spend her time playing Mortal Kombat with a loser like me...” His smile was still there, but the corners twitched down for a second, letting you see the insecurity that laied beyond his cool facade

Seeing him like that left you stunned. Eyes shimmering with an emotion he couldn’t quite read, and when his fingers finished arranging your hair the way it usually was, he rested his palms on your shoulders, squeezing a little just to remember that you were still there for a little.

Your fingers enveloped his wrist and the both of you just stood there, lost in the sad atmosphere as the wind picked up around you, and the lights flashed dangerously in the sky. Kaminari felt his chest constrict with the words he so desperately wanted to throw out there, but your fight with your dad sealed his lips.

Now there was no point in trying anything beyond the months of fun and jokes you shared.

“Thank you for teaching me how to use Kotal Kahn, Bakugou is so pissed about how I suddenly got so good at it... Sorry I couldn’t do the same about Raiden.”

“Why is this suddenly sounding like a goodbye?” You asked, with your throat tight and tears glimmering in your eyelashes, like little diamonds suspended forever in there.

“You shouldn’t anger your father Sunshine...” He said, grasping a lock of hair that was flying in front of your face, victim of the merciless wind. His knuckles brushed your cheekbone as he placed the stubborn silky strand behind your ear. You held your breath upon contact.

Your fingers enveloped his, keeping them trapped in between your cheek and your hand, with a grip that would be almost painful if he weren’t used to your unearthly strength.

He watched you crumble underneath his fingers, eyes flashing raw pain behind them.

Then, just like when you had healed him months back, he saw resolve and vigor replace that sad expression, brows furrowing and fire dancing behind your eyes, and it was all unleashed by his gentle hands cradling your face.

“No...” You whispered, leaning back away from him, but still holding on to his wrist like he was a lifeline in the middle of a turbulent sea.

“(Y/N)... I think...”

“No Denki!” She circled around him and stood in the middle of his front yard, looking straight up at the storm above and with cheeks glowing from anger. “You what to know what I think?” She turned to him, pointing an accusatory finger up the sky.

The warning of a flood of lightning made him take a step forwards to warn you, but a zap charred the earth missing his feet by only a few inches. His quirk was electric and a normal lightning couldn harm him, but he wasn’t sure those rules applied with the fucking god of lightning, Zeus.

“I’m tired of feeing like there’s something wrong with me, because there’s not...” The sky rumbled and a flash of blue descended, deathly close to her figure.

Kaminari searched everywhere to find a solution in this situation. Certainly a fight between two gods on his porch wasn’t ideal.

Your scoff brought his attention back to you and he saw your arms flying around, a halo of golden unclasping your body, your emotions breaking your control over your power.

“No, dad, certainly what happened with that demigod years back wasn’t my fault. Eros was just a dick and you know it... Why don’t you make the same scandal when Aphrodite comes down here and mingles with mortals?” Another set of lights burned through the sky and you laughed incredulously. ”Now you worry about the blood not mixing with mortals? Yes, hi... Do you remember Hercules, You Demigod Son!? Stop behaving like a child!”

Kaminari sucked a breath in after your insult towards the god, and rightfully so, because half a heartbeat later, a lightning bigger than he ever thought possible coursed through the sky and impacted with your body. He saw your silouette through the blinding light, and for a moment he feared the worst. He never felt a power like this, every hair in his body raising and a wave of nausea destabilizing him.

“Pretty fucking mature dad, really...” You were still alive, and as he leaned on his knees hunched over and panting another wave of emotion hit him through the chest. Even with smoke flowing up like black tendrils around you from your gown and grime staining your cheeks, it only seemed to enhance the way you shone. “I don’t care, and you shouldn’t either, no one else does! Uncle Dis even said he liked him, and that is saying something... Just please dad. I never asked for anything, just this once. Let me choose who I love...” Your voice was so brittle and frail he believed he had imagined it.

And then he realized... You said it, the word he wanted so desperately to shout on your face but to afraid of the consequences. You loved him... You, Apollo, Loxian, Delos, or whatever, you loved him, and even if you didn’t said it to him, the implication was as clear as day.

Kaminari forgot about everything else. The threat of being reduced to ashes a, the rage of your father above, the way his insecurities had kept him from showering you in affection like he longed to, all of that faded to the back of his mind, the only thing clear was you. You standing in front of him, only a few feet apart.

You, that loved him.

He was by your side, and almost in a daze his fingers found yours, holding them in a gentle yet firm hold. The warmth of your skin soothed his locked joints, and he took a breath in. Opting not to say anything, but let his actions speak for himself.

You looked up at him and beamed, drawing strength out of nowhere just by his sole presence. Both looked up at the sky, that turned a murderous shade of purple, just like the bruising he might have in his body if he survived turning into Zeus shooting toy.

“Father, this is not something I’m backing out of, and since the Olympians came into an agreement of not snooping their noses into other’s business, I’m staying here with Denki as long as I please.” You turned to him, hesitation written all over your face, and a flimsy peak of that ugly insecurity you had showed itself in your eyes. “If you want, of course...?”

It came out more of a question than a statement, as if you were subconsciously begging for reassurance.

He leaned in, his lips grazing the skin of your forehead, soft as a feather, but it left a burning sensation on his mouth. Your cheeks were shining bright, but a dumbstruck smile was plastered on your face.

“That is final, father. I took your opinion into consideration because I respect you, but if you try to do something funny, I won’t hesitate to ask Uncles Dis and Sai to interfere.” The sky grumbled one last time, and Kaminari Imagined it had to be reflection of Zeus own grumble of defeat.

If he admired you before when you took down Python, now he was awestruck at your strength and determination.

You deflated like a balloon and sat down on the grass, where blackened grass stained the skin of your legs. Letting a small incredulous laugh, you looked up at him, eyes open and so full of emotion. The tension that once constricted your whole body was now gone, and your whole body seemed to glow.

“I can’t believe that actually worked...” You muttered, wiping a hand across your forehead but never dropping the smile.

Kaminari sat down next to you and circled your shoulders with his arm.

“So... You just wanted your daddy dear to let you choose who to love?” Teasing you wasn’t the most sensible thing to do after the rollercoaster of emotions you two rode nearly a minute before, but it was his way of dealing with stress. Whatever the reason may be, it was worth if he could get to see your flustered face.

“Yeah, I’ve been feeling some kind f way towards this Ground Zero dude... It may be worth the shot” You teased right back, and in it felt like nothing ever changed between the both of you- even after the biggest confession- everything felt natural, no nerves burning inside other than the usual warm flutter on his chest when he saw your face.

He pondered on saying those three little words, but feeling how relaxed you were, with your face tucked in between his shoulder and neck, breath fanning over his jaw, he resolved against it.

The sense of knowing both of you were on the same page was enough for now.

Groaning, you got up, and extended your hand towards him, pulling him up and letting your touch linger a heartbeat longer than necessary.

“Man, I’m beat...” You stretched your back, smiling when a ‘pop’ filled the air. “Can we pretty please play MKX? I need to beat Raiden’s ass right now?

“I always thought you were crazy good at it, but turns out you were just motivated by imagining Raiden as your dad, weren’t you?”

There was no need to respond. The humor shining in the side glance you gave him and your crooked smile said it all.

As you passed by the sunflowers, he saw them turn around, facing you no matter how fast you were going. He stopped in his tracks and observed how they bent in an impossible angle trying to face you.

When you realized he wasn’t following behind, you sent a look behind your back.

“What’s wrong Denki?” You asked walking back up at him, the yellow petals following around like a shadow.

“Can you walk back to the door? I want to see something...” He said, fascinated by the reaction you had over them.

Confused, you did as he said, taking slow strides, trying to figure out what was he on to now, until you followed Kaminari’s gaze and noticed it too. Exited, you ran, twirled and crouched, trying to see if in deed they were turning to you. You giggled like a kid opening a present and turn to him.

“I didn’t know they were always looking at me...” You whispered in awe, caressing the yellow petals fondly. Your eyes gleamed under the sun’s light. The clouds long forgotten on the horizon, letting the rays finally warm up his skin. Your crown was lopped again, but it gave you an air of mischief instead of nerves, and Kaminari prayed his mouth was closed and not gaping like a fish. You never failed to knock the air out of his lungs.

“They’re not the only ones that do...”

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extremelyblackandwhite · 4 years

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the unseen one - 09

Pairing: Hades!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: fluff

A/N: every time i check the notes they have increased and i’m about to collapse with excitement. thank you so so much guys, i hope you enjoy this chapter. feedback is always appreciated. enjoy xx

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The book had nothing of importance for James, it mostly spoke about how Persephone was the one to know about the groves, something he already knew. It had been her place of living, mostly where she would to stroll around with her husband, sometimes even more than strolling following some rumours he’d heard from Hecate. Truth was there was nothing he could do, not even Demeter could manage to bring what looked like a waste land into the glory he remembered. Zeus was still kept in the dark of the news, maybe he was god of the universe but James was Hades, God of the Underworld.

Weeks had gone by and he had been stuck between work and trying his best to revive the groves, even planting new plants along with the Hecate and her maidens. He hadn’t seen Y/N in weeks, only speaking with her either through call or text with the pretence he was on a business trip. He missed seeing her, seeing her face but his job was making him stay underground for a while.

Once again, he was in his office running around trying to get stuff done. For someone who didn’t decide a soul’s faith, he sure had a lot of stuff to get done. Hecate and Demeter had taken on the groves so he was trying to fill in some of Hecate’s workload such as leading the souls. He leaned against his chair, glass of ambrosia in his hand while the other pinched the bridge of his nose.

James did not know what to do and whenever he did not know what to do, he always did one thing, go into the artefact room. Gods were no longer allowed to carry artefacts after losing them time after time and Zeus thought there was no better place to hide them than in the land of the death. He found it soothing to look at everything but what he personally enjoyed more was Persephone’s ring. It wasn’t that the ring itself wasn’t something that would give someone eternal life or eternal beauty, it was just a token of love. It always reminded him that no matter how many years he lived, how many things could be removed from you, there was always love somehow.

The ring itself had a story that even him found heart melting, it had been made from the very first rose to grown in the groves. This rose had then been collected and bathed in pure gold thus creating a forever living flower, the same forever living flower Hades had gifted Persephone with when she became Queen of the Underworld. Now, Hades had gifted Persephone with countless jewels which could buy the whole mortal world, but James’ favourite was always the ring. Recently it had even grown more found to him due to the fact that it reminded him of Y/N and the roses she had on her window pane constantly.

- There you are! - Hecate walked into the artefact room, caring little for the fact she was not allowed to walk in. - I thought you’d gone to see your pesky little mortal.

- Excuse me? - he turned his head, colour draining from his face. Did Hecate knew of Y/N?

- I’m the goddess of witchcraft besides you have a sunflower on your desk. You’d either be screwing Demeter or seeing a gifting mortal. - she watched the god of the underworld become speechless for the first time. - Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone you’re seeing a mortal if that’s what you’re worried.

- I know how much you hate mortals but please can you keep that one away from your curses and hexes.

- Who do you think I am? I enjoy sleeping with mortals as much as the next god. Rather glad you’ve started to do it.

- I’m not sleeping with Y/N and can you please stop talking in such a lewd manner about her?

- Oh please, you’re not sleeping yet with her. The only reason gods talk with mortals is if they’re their kids or they want to sleep with them. I don’t blame them, humans don’t randomly turn into animals and they’re really good at the bedroom arts.

- I really don’t think my personal life is of any matter to you or to anyone in the underworld.

- Awe, don’t tell me you’ve grown found of the little mortal? - she crossed her arms, leaning against one of the walls of the room, that little annoying smirk that always made James want to fire her on the spot. Sadly, he did not have the power to kick gods of the underworld out of the underworld. Once he didn’t immediately start to argue about that, her once teasing smirk fell off as she returned to her regular stance. - Hades, you didn’t.

- It’s none of your business, Hecate and I really don’t owe you any explanation of what I do outside the underworld.

- A mortal, are you joking? Should I remind you of the goddesses who want to be in your favour? Like the literal goddess of love and beauty, Hebe, Hedone and you go and court a mortal? Are you just trying to piss off the whole Greek pantheon or are you that stupid?

- Once again, what I do with my life is none of your business.

- I just want you to remember who you are.

- I know who I am and if you knew who I was, you wouldn’t speak to me in such manner. - he pointed at her before walking right by her and out the artefact room. - Good evening, Hecate.

James was beyond annoyed as he left the underworld, not in the mood for more lectures from Hecate. Everything was becoming too much, the groves, the impeding marriage offers. He just couldn’t take it anymore and all he wanted to see was her, all he wanted to hear now was Y/N and her silly laugh. This is why he found himself knocking on her door like a crazy man.

Y/N had been sat in her coach, cashmere blanket wrapped around her as Parks and Recs played on the TV, a nice bowl of sweet and salty popcorn by her side. The sudden knock made her flinch, sending popcorn flying everywhere. She checked the clock, 3 AM. It couldn’t be Anne, she always used the fire escape which was indeed way more scary, but still never the door. She walked slowly to the door, opening the peep hole to see a very familiar face which made her unlock her door.

- Bucky? Are you okay? - what she wanted to ask was what he was doing there at 3 AM but she hadn’t seen him in a few weeks and all she wanted was to see him. He looked tired, as if he hadn’t slept for years.

- I’m sorry I just really need to see you. - he sighed. - I should’ve called.

- It’s alright, Buck. Come in. - she extended her hand to his, linking her pinky with his as she guided him into her living room which now looked like popcorn town. - Sorry for the popcorn on the ground, your knocking startled me.

- I didn’t mean to startle you, doll. I’m sorry. - he tightened his lips as she cleaned an area of the coach, patting it so he could sit. He sat by her side, leaning against her. - Just really needed to see your face.

- What happened? - she combed through his hair, extending the blanket so it could cover him too.

- Everything’s going to shit at work, doll. Sometimes I wish I could just quit, get a car and drive as far away as I could.

- Then quit, why do something that doesn’t make you happy?

- Wish it was that simple. I’m afraid I’m stuck to that job forever.

- Do you want me to make you some tea? It always calms me down.

- No, it’s fine. - he wrapped his arms around her, cuddling against her side. How he wished he could just steal her away, take her with him, make her Queen of the Underworld. - You are the most beautiful thing I have ever set my eyes on.

- Have you not looked at my roses? - she pointed at the beautiful flower display by her window. - Because I think that should earn the “most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen”.

- I don’t think so. - he kissed the side of her head. - You’re so beautiful, I would steal you away if I could.

- Sounds like a Hades complex you’re developing. - she giggled, making Bucky smile.

- If you only knew.

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violetlunette · 4 years

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All Might and Bakugou Rant Chapter 8-11

Okay, before I start this rant I want to say that I LOVE All Might; he is a sweet sunflower man and I love him! He is in my top 3 favorite BNHA/MHA characters. HOWEVER, just because I love and adore him doesn’t mean I’m not going to get upset when his actions, or in actions in this case, potentially cause serious harm!

As for Bakugou--I like him when I’m not forced to like him if that makes sense? He has a lot of good qualities and I love that he has a unique backstory for rivals. There’s no angsty reason for his assholeness he’s just a brat who got a big head from being praised all the time and for actually being talented. I really want to see him grow which is why I get super angry when the story ruins his potential growth moments.

The rest of my thoughts I’m saving for a future post.

For those who are confused, I started a post series where I’ve been collecting every image I can find to explore Izuku and Bakugou’s relationship because it’s a big thing in the BNHA/MHA community and I wanted to judge myself. This rant is about Chapters 8-11 and how All Might handles things. Spoilers ahead! I should also warn that this is also very, very Bakugou critical as we are dealing with early gremlin Bakugou who goes overboard with Boom-boom. Also this is a rant, so things might not be very coherent and may repeat.

Oh and this is a LONG rant so I wouldn’t open on tumblr search. New tab suggested.

And finally; no beta reader. We die like dumbasses. Enjoy if you like rants.

The set up;

So here’s the stage; Bakugou vs Izuku. All Might tells Bakugou to adapt a villain mindset, and BOY

DOES

EVER

Because of Bakugou’s temper he unleashes an explosion that both he and All Might admit could kill Izuku. Not just injure or maim, but KILL. And this wasn’t a small attack ether;

Look at this;

A large chunk of the building was taken out and the structure on the rest was damaged and cracked. I don’t think the building will collapse, but I’m not an architect and this is still serious damage.

And in this test run the area is supposed to be a nuclear plant. I’m not going to say too much considering Japan’s history with nuclear stuff, but I will say that if this was a real run Japan would be in serious trouble all because “King Explosion Murder” is having a hissy fit!

But this is a test, so I’m just going to focus on the fact that Bakugou used a literal killing move on Izuku and All Might did nothing!

Remember this part? “I will stop you if you take things too far?”

How

THIS

NOT TOO FAR?!

Is it just me here? I get we’re dealing with some value dissonance /blue and orange mentality as this world isn’t like ours, but come on!

YES!! Listen to Kirishima, the only one in the whole class that seems to care about the potential death of a classmate!

Even if Bakugou wasn’t intending to kill, he was going in to severely injure and maim Izuku. And what if Izuku tried to dodge the wrong way and it was a direct hit? What then? The only reason Izuku’s blood isn’t everywhere is because in anime world people are durable as fuck.

Isn’t it their job to teach these kids not to use moves that could kill someone, or at least be responsible and not use said moves on classmates during a training course?

Yes! You should!

Okay, to be fair to All Might it’s clearly stated by everyone around him that while All Might is smart and knows how to hero he doesn’t know how to teach very well at this point, though he does improve later on. And I do understand his thinking; if Izuku told him about the bullying then this is Izuku’s chance to get back a little at Bakugou and show him what he’s made of. That’s what he’s thinking here;

Yeah, that’s one way to describe it.

It’s also shown very clearly that Izuku wants this fight, to finally be able to challenge Bakugou on equal ground for once in his life.

I also understand that the UA teachers are getting these kids ready to fight real villains, so they are pretty lax on things to help them. That’s why I give Aizawa a lot of slack with his teaching methods.

And All Might does warn Bakugou not to do it again;

Also calm? Petty? Really? THAT’S what you see? Yeah, he’s “calm” and thinking clearly (which makes everything worse, btw), but “petty?” The word is genocidal, All Might. Bakugou does use the attack again! RIGHT ON IZUKU’S FACE.

Even if this was a different attack, how is this not too far? Okay, I guess Izuku blocked it as we see below;

But Bakugou didn’t know he would block and look at Izuku’s eye; did that attack do eye damage?

And what really irritates me is that All Might wasn’t going to do shit until he saw that Izuku was going to use OFA.

So, explosion fist that took out part of a building was fine, but using OFA that’s just too far!

Kirishima has to plead with All Might to stop things before he starts to give in. (And seriously? WHY IS HE THE ONLY ONE?! Does no one else care??)

But I’m not even that mad that he allowed the fight to continue. I wanted Izuku to have a chance to prove himself and beat Bakugou’s ass (he deserves it here. FIGHT ME). I also like that with Izuku’s hard earned victory Bakugou is momentarily humbled.

I agree that for both Izuku and Bakugou this fight needed to happen (but only if Izuku won). Bakugou needed this moment for character development.

He really needed this.

No, what I’m mad about is that BAKUGOU WAS NEVER SCOLDED FOR HIS ACTIONS. Hell, All Might goes the opposite way and tries to comfort Bakugou as we see here;

which okay, maybe he needed a little. He needed to hear these words, but he also needed a major scolding! But he never got that.

Izuku was carried away on a stretcher and severely damage, but does he care? No! What does he care about? Bakugou’s fragile ego!

Yeah, I know Izuku’s body is broken, but poor Bakubabe’s not feeling very confident. SERIOUSLY ALL MIGHT?!!

Why is this a big deal? Why am I so mad? Same reason why I was mad at the other teachers. By not telling Bakugou what he did was wrong and making him listen he did what every. Single. Damn. Teacher. Has done so far; taught him there was nothing wrong with his actions; it was okay that he unleashed an attack that could KILL on someone, especially on Izuku. There wasn’t anything wrong with it. Because no one ever tries to correct Bakugou he keeps acting this way, losing his temper and hurting people, mostly Izuku. And it doesn’t just hurt Bakugou, the inaction of no one ever scolding Bakugou teaches Izuku that it’s okay for him to get hurt. It’s okay that others hurt him, no big deal. It’s no wonder Izuku is always breaking his bones! Why would he listen to others telling him to to take better care of himself when the world keeps saying that it’s okay for people like Bakugou to hurt him?

There’s also the fact that Izuku was severely hurt here;

These are not comical anime wounds, these are serious, oh shit wounds so bad he has to be carried away on a stretcher.

No. Don’t laugh it off! You are hurting Izuku and Bakugou for reasons I already stated.

Even Recovery Girl tells him that what he did was stupid!

See what a good scolding can do? All Might made a mistake and he’s being called out on it.

An ego trip does not make this okay. Just like All Might needed to be told that his actions were wrong, so does Bakugou. Hell, Bakugou needs it even more!

I love RG. If she was there I’m willing to bet Bakugou would have gotten at least a time out. She’s the best teacher. She knows when to be kind, when to bee strict, and when someone needs to be called out. LEARN FROM HER All Might!

Bakugou’s quirk is EXPLOSIONS. It’s just as dangerous as Thirteen’s Black hole, or Shigaraki’s dissolve quirk and just as deadly! He needs to be taught to understand that along with controlling his temper especially because he’s going to be a hero, but he’s not going to learn if his ego is always babied and never faces consequences. I’m not asking for All Might to turn Bakugou over his knee or anything, just to tell Bakugou that what he did was wrong. Especially since he’ll be dealing with civilians in the future.

But no, instead of focusing on the fact Bakugou needs to control his temper All Might decides he needs to nurse Bakugou’s ego. I highly disagree because in addition to everything I stated above. Bakugou’s case a little ego bruising might teach him some humility which he SORELY NEEDS. He needs love and care, but when he does something dangerous and deadly, he needs a kick in the pants or at LEAST a strong NO, DON’T DO THAT.

How is he going to learn otherwise? Seriously, does anyone ever scold Bakugou for his temper? His ego is always called out, but what about his temper?

Again, I adore All Might. He is a great hero and he gets better, but I wish he bought that teacher’s hand book before his first class.

Rant finally over, I swear I didn’t intend for it to be this long, but oh well.

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #Rant #bakugou critical #All Might critical #baby I love you #but pls buy that book soon!#poor izuku btw #chapter 8 #chapter 9 #chapter 10 #chapter 11 #long rant btw #I was angrier than I thought

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the trials and tribulations of passing on a sunflower

by ambrosia

In any other situation, Sol would be thrilled to carry around a long-stemmed sunflower with her backpack and iced coffee. She would have taken extra time to pull her dark curls under a silk yellow bandana and put on her favorite white sundress to complete the whole look. Sol revels in the idea of drifting between the biology department and the Union, leaving nothing but intrigued gazes and yellow petals in her wake.

Instead, the sunflower simply serves as a reminder of her mission for the day ahead, filling her with anxiety. She has a plan, she’ll be fine.

It had started out as a simple task. Lila, her roommate, had brought home a large bouquet of golden sunflowers from the flower shop she worked on the weekends. Sol thought she was going to distribute them into various vases throughout their apartment, but instead, Lila had left a few at every door in their floor of the apartment building. Each bunch was tied with twine and a note that read: A Random Act of Kindness. Pay it forward to someone new to spread the sunshine.

That’s all it was, a random act of kindness. Lila had said it as if it were the simplest thing in the world. Just pass on the sunflower to someone who is yet to receive one.

Yet despite its simplicity, the act has been the only thing on her mind from the moment she had decided who to give it to. She has a plan and it was going to work out. It has to.

Now, she sits in her Molecular Biology lecture twenty minutes before class starts, her knee frantically bouncing underneath the table. The annoying flower in question glares at her from the seat beside her, sticking out of her backpack.

The only other person in the lecture hall is a boy sitting at the end of the front row as he always does, hunched so far into his book that she thinks it will swallow him whole. Some part of her wishes he had questioned her sunflower, just so she could tell him her foolproof plan, but he hadn’t even glanced up when she had walked in. Maybe it’s for the better; she doesn’t want to jinx her plan.

Just as Sol plugs in her headphones, her phone begins to vibrate with an incoming FaceTime call. Sol looks up to see if the boy notices, but he just turns a page, undisturbed. Sol slides low in her seat. “I have class, what do you want?” she says to the caller.

Maya’s smile flashes across the screen for just a moment before she slips away from view. She’s in her room, and Sol can hear the creak of her dresser as she digs through it. Just in frame is her desk with a single sunflower on top. “What, do I need a reason to call my best friend?”

Sol stares down the sunflower as she speaks. “When you know I’m in class? Yeah. I’m busy, Maya, call someone else.”

“Wait!” Maya appears back in front of the phone. “I promise it’s just a second.” She holds two pairs of silver earrings for Sol to see. “Which one goes better with my blue dress?”

Sol drags a hand across her face, but it's mostly to hide her growing smile. Despite how Maya loves to bother her in every waking moment, there is a smidge of pride that she came to Sol for fashion advice. “Did you seriously call me for this? Where are you going? Why aren’t you in class? It’s 10 am. Also, do the star ones, I don’t like either of those.”

“Eh, it’s fine. I can afford to skip one day.” Maya reaches for the star drop earrings that Sol adores. “These?”

“Maya! You can’t just skip class because you can. Do you have a presentation or something?”

There’s a gleam in her eye when Maya winks. “Or something.”

“I swear if you’re going on a date, I will force you to make dinner tonight.” Sol glares at her best friend through the screen, but she’s smiling. By now, students have started trickling in, starting a low murmur of conversation. Sol spots a stranger near the front of the hall carrying a sunflower of their own and she finds herself grinning wider. Lila would be thrilled it's already spreading. Another classmate points silently to the seat currently occupied by Sol’s backpack and she moves it to her lap to give them space. The sunflower tickles her nose.

Maya’s smile grows when she spots it, and she raises an eyebrow. “You’ve been carrying your sunflower around all day? Won’t it need water?”

“It’s only 10 am. Besides, I don’t have time to go back to the apartment, I have class all day!”

Her roommate leans on her elbows to put her face right up near the camera. Her green eyes glimmer with amusement at Sol’s annoyance. “I have class too, remember? But unlike you, I intend on following through with my plans.”

Sol’s jaw almost drops but she slips into a smirk. “Yeah, okay, we’ll see who’s laughing when you miss something important in class today.”

“Oh, don’t worry! I’ll ask my new friend, he always takes good notes. Did I tell you about him? He—”

“I’m hanging up, Maya.” Sol tucks her phone away, and pulls out her laptop. If biology wasn’t going to be the end of her, Maya and her sunflowers would.

Sol goes to the library with the sole intention of printing out her lab report. However, just as she turns into the building, she spots the bathrooms and decides to make a detour. It’s only been a few hours since she took the sunflower out of its vase this morning, but late summer heat seems to have taken its toll on the plant. The large flower droops slightly, the thick petals folding in over themselves.

Carefully, Sol takes a strip of paper towel and lets the water run over it. She squeezes it to let out the excess water, but accidentally lets out too much. Sol clicks her tongue, dissatisfied, and throws it out. Again, she takes another strip, but only pats it instead of squeezing. It seems to do the trick because the damp towel still feels cool on her skin.

Sol is about to tuck the bottom of the sunflower into the towel when someone clears their throat behind her. “Can you hurry it up? I need to wash my hands.”

Startled, Sol quickly steps to the side, clutching the towel and flower to her chest. “Sorry.” Her heart jumps to her throat and Sol can feel the heat blooming from her neck. She feels her hands betray her, unable to finish wrapping up the sunflower. All she can do is stand, gaze burning into the floor, desperately hoping for the stranger to forget her. The stranger yanks down the paper towel dispenser, each motion pounding into Sol’s forehead as she trained her eyes away.

The stranger raises her eyebrows, eyeing the flower, before letting the door slam shut behind her.

Only when she is certain the bathroom is empty, Sol feels the embarrassment leak out of her limbs into a more manageable frustration. Watching herself in the mirror, she inhales slowly, holds it, then lets it go. The overwhelming wave of panic settles as quickly as it had come. It’s times like this where she wishes for Maya’s natural charisma. Maybe then she wouldn’t find herself losing all coherence every time something unexpected happened. She doesn’t realize she has been rubbing a golden petal between her fingers until it plucks off the center.

After wrapping the damp towel around the base of the flower, Sol steadies herself and heads out of the bathroom in search of the printers. She has more pressing matters to worry about, after all. She remembers her call with Maya, and curiosity prickles her skin. Why was she getting so dressed up? Sol knows this sunflower act of kindness is just as important to Maya as it is to her, so why was she wasting time elsewhere? Of course, there’s the possibility that Maya has given up on the challenge altogether, but even as the thought enters her mind she brushes it away. The day Maya backs out of a challenge, especially one that she initiated, is the day Sol can learn to breathe instead of panic.

Just as she has located the printers, mind still racing about Maya, a notification pulls her out of her thoughts.

lila (!! <3): turn around

She does, and the sight of Lila draws the tension from her shoulders at once. Sol’s smile is bright and immediate as she says, “I didn’t know you were close, I would have come found you.”

“I had to drop something off in South Campus so I was just cutting through the library. I see you still have our friend here.” Their friend, the sunflower, says nothing.

Sol slides her card into the printer and watches as it roars to life. “Don’t worry, I’ll pass it along before I come home tonight. It’s going to be perfect.”

“You and your constant need to be the best.” Lila rolls her eyes, but fondly. It twists something in Sol’s sternum.

Sol places a hand on her chest, letting her jaw fall open. “You wound me.”

“It’s supposed to be a simple act of kindness, Sol. You get a sunflower and pass it on to someone who hasn’t had one yet. Spreading positivity, not competition.”

The printer slowly begins to work, the fourteen pages stacking on top of each other in utmost precision. “Maya started it! I had full intentions of passing it on, but she had to make it a thing.” She’s only giving the half-truth and they both know it.

Lila raises her eyebrows. “If you say so.”

“I am truly, truly hurt that you came all the way to the library just to attack me. I’m just standing here, printing out this lab report, and I am being attacked.” She stretches out every word for the greatest effect, and it’s worth it to see Lila’s nose scrunch in amusement.

“You’re being so dramatic, you’re literally proving my point.”

Sol bumps Lila’s shoulder. “I’m serious! Diana will accept my sunflower and the deed will be done. Like I said, it was my idea first!”

When Lila had given Sol the sunflower the night before, after getting overwhelmingly flustered, she had mentioned how she was going to pass the sunflower on to Diana, the TA graduate student in her music theory class. Maya, who was also in the class, had fixed her with a challenging stare and said, “Not if I do it first.” The rest was completely out of her control. So, if anything, this is all Maya’s fault.

“Why do you have to give it to Diana specifically anyways?”

Sol takes her complete lab report and places it in her folder. “Are you kidding me? Lila, do you even know me? Diana is the dream. She was a child star on Broadway, I know all the lyrics in every Broadway show ever. She was a bio major in undergrad, I’m a bio major. She’s now getting her Masters in music theory, I enjoy music theory. I could literally go on forever.” Sol looks at Lila to make sure she understands the sheer gravity of this situation. “I want to be her. This sunflower is the perfect conversation starter!”

“Or you could just go to her office hours like a normal person?” Lila says it as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“That’s the whole problem! Why would she care about any normal person? If I do this, she’ll remember me! She’ll mentor me and talk about me to all her famous friends, it’ll be perfect.”

Lila nods slowly, and Sol thinks she might actually understand. “And why does Maya want this just as badly?”

Sol zips up her backpack with a flourish. “Because Maya makes everything a challenge and she likes to annoy me in every possible way.”

“She’s your best friend, that’s her job.” Lila takes the sunflower from where it’s sitting beside the printer and hands it to her.

“Unfortunately.” A tingle crawls up her spine as their fingers brush. “It’s fine! It was my idea, so I will get there first. Just make sure we have ice cream at home, Maya will need it when she mourns her failures tonight!”

Lila steps back from her, pointing in the opposite direction of Sol’s next class. She shakes her head, amused. “I gotta go. You’re a crazy person, you know that? Both of you are crazy.”

A laugh draws itself from her throat. “You still love us though.”

Instead of chirping back like Sol expects her to, Lila just looks at her, eyes warm. “I do.”

Despite her careful planning, Sol only gets to the music room just in time for her music theory class. After leaving Lila at the library, she’d finished lunch and endured an achingly long chemistry lab, only now making it to class with five minutes to spare. Sol squeezes between the rows to her usual seat in the front. Diana and Maya are nowhere to be found.

Setting her backpack at her feet, Sol draws in a slow breath. One, two, three. Out again. It’s just a flower, a simple act of kindness. Her getting there before Maya is simply a plus and a warning to never challenge her again. She can already see Lila’s exasperated sigh at them, but it only serves to make her smile.

Carefully, Sol takes the long-stemmed sunflower from her bag and lays it across her lap. She holds it with just the tips of her fingers, afraid she'll snap it if she handles it wrong.

For once, sitting in the front corner pays off. Her bag fits neatly beside her and she can turn in her seat to get a perfect view of the door. The hall fills with muted late afternoon conversations, most people too dazed to sit up straight. The September heat swells both inside and outside, making every move require all her effort. Sol lazily wonders if Maya really went on a date in the middle of the day. Then, at least she knows dinner is covered. Honestly, after lab, all Sol wants to do is bundle up in bed with her laptop and some ice cream. Now that the moment is finally here, she feels the weight of the day pile onto her chest. Her limbs feel syrupy and she lets her head fall back on the wall, eyes flitting closed.

Diana enters with a flourish, as she always does. Her portable speaker plays the first movement of Vivaldi’s Four Seasons as she makes her way to the front of the hall, her bag in one hand and a swath of speckled tissue paper in the other. The conversations fall out as she walks, her blonde hair swishing down her back. Despite being only a few years older than most of them, she carries more authority than half the professors at this school. Oh my god, Sol wants to be her.

At once, the lethargy seeps out of her bones and she sits up in her seat. She cradles the sunflower in her lap. This is it. This is it.

Setting her things down beside the podium, Diana faces the class, her smile wide. “Good—”

The portable speaker suddenly switches from the chirping of violins to the swell of Andrew Lloyd Weber’s All I Ask of You. Sol’s heart drops to her feet. There is one person who listens to Phantom of the Opera as if it is the very source of her life.

Maya throws open the double doors of the lecture hall, her teeth flashing blindingly white. Her old high school prom dress billows around her legs like water. It’s a sheer blue tulle, layered and flowing, and it drags behind her as she struts down the aisle towards Diana. Her hair is in a ponytail high on her head, allowing the fluorescent lights to glint off her star drop earrings.

In her entrance, Sol almost didn’t see a guy trailing behind her, a single sunflower in his hand. Maya meets Sol’s eyes from across the hall and winks. Sol digs her nails into her palms to keep from screaming.

“Diana!” Maya’s voice echoes, startling both Sol and their TA. “I have something for you.”

Diana chuckles awkwardly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Maya?”

Maya finally meets her at the front of the hall, beaming. “Diana.” She takes the sunflower from the guy, holding out in front of her. “I wanted to—”

In one swift motion, Sol whips out her water bottle and inhales as she takes a sip. The water lodges itself in the wrong tube and in a moment she’s overwhelmed with a coughing fit.

The entire lecture hall turns to her, suddenly drawn from Maya’s spectacle. Sol tries to clear her throat but it only makes things worse and she falls out of her seat. She swallows and there’s a beat of silence. “I’m fine!” The last syllable chokes out of her and sends her into another round.

Diana and Maya both come up beside her, mirroring worry. It’s Diana who speaks first, crouching beside her. “Sol, are you okay? Do you need to step outside?”

She feels her face heat up profusely, painfully aware of the sheer number of people watching her. Worth it. Her breathing finally evens out and it pulls a small laugh from her. “Yeah, sorry. It went down the wrong pipe.”

Diana flashes her an apologetic smile, helping her up. “Be careful, I really don’t wanna call an ambulance on anyone.”

“Actually,” Sol stands, sunflower in hand and heart pounding with anticipation. “I wanted to give you something.”

Maya’s jaw drops from behind Diana. It’s Sol’s turn to wink. Adrenaline courses through her veins.

“Diana!” Maya steps between them, her hands out in front of her. “I asked first, remember? We’ll finish what I’m doing and then ask Sol.”

“Well, considering I almost died, I think we can make an exception for me, right?” She thinks she hears the beginnings of someone chanting fight, fight, fight, and it only serves to rile her up.

“You’re not dying anymore!”

“Maya—”

“Ladies!” The hall falls silent once again. She looks from them to their respective sunflowers, and a half-pitying half-amused grin pulls at her lips. “I’m flattered but,” She steps back towards the podium and pulls out a single sunflower from the folds of tissue paper she had brought with her. “I was already given one.”

Maya and Sol look back at each other, gaping. A beat of silence. Maya starts laughing first, full of life, and it’s contagious. Sol doesn’t really know what’s funnier, the foolish ends they were willing to go to in order to pass on a flower or that Diana already has one, but it has her laughing so hard she clutches her stomach. Maya hugs her once she’s calmed down, sighing. “I think we’re both a little crazy, right?”

Sol flicks her star drop earrings, grinning wide. “Just a little.”

After class, and after a generous apology to Diana, Sol finds herself outside the music building clutching her sunflower. The petals droop slightly with the setting sun and she feels like she should ask for the flower’s forgiveness too.

She bounces on her toes as she waits for Maya to come out, watching the last few stragglers on this side of campus trudge towards the dorms or the buses. She still feels a little silly, but there’s a layer of calm surrounding her now. The news must have already spread because when Sol pulls out her phone, there’s a message at the top.

lila (!! <3): so much for a random act of kindness. i expect a retelling just as dramatic when you two get home tonight! i can’t believe i’m living with two crazy people.

Lila’s going to have a field day with this when they go home. Sol can’t wait to see her reaction in person. It curls her mouth into a smile.

The only person left is a boy she vaguely recognizes, sitting on the front steps of the music hall. He sits in the last rays of sunlight, bent over his book and chewing his lip, deep in thought.

Sol considers asking where she might know him from. She’ll know it the moment he tells her, it’s on the tip of her tongue, but it feels weirdly violating to ask. Instead, she places her sunflower beside him on the step.

He doesn’t notice at first, still wrapped up in his own world, but when he does, he looks around as if it were meant for someone else. Silently, he points to himself.

“Yeah. Pass it on, okay?”

His smile is surprisingly brilliant for someone of no words.

Her heart swells.

a/n: if you read this far, thank you! this is what i wrote for my creative writing final and it’s just a bit of fun. we love dramatic college students.

#ambrosia is writing #writing #my writing #short story #writeblr #solo #wtwcommunity #creative writing #story #sunflower

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