#maybe guro... ugh

[hellonerf]

it was all in jest but now i think ame rly wants to run people over with a car. i think whenever he drives and its a red light and people crossing hes thinking abt it rly hard. its intrusive not in the sense of he doesnt want to do that and it  keeps popping up its intrusive cz he rly wants to do it but he shouldnt. i think he loves car crashes i think he loves people dying to cars. he likes cars he likes machine he does not care about the flesh

[inuyashaluver]

Hey, I have an idea for a Maybe you could do something with asthma where the reader gives her best during training or something but it got worse and then Guro helps reader ???

You don’t have to write it with Guro you can chose who you write for

Thankss

here for you - niamh charles

niamh charles x reader

description: in which reader has asthma and pushes themselves to their limit, resulting in a minor asthma attack, thankfully, your girlfriend knows exactly what to do

warnings: asthma attack, comfort, slight self loathing but very brief, lovesick idiots

a/n: hellooo, thank you so much for the request, I also have asthma so this was quite funny hehe, hope you enjoy! btw - lovely person who requested this asked for niamh instead!!

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asthma was something you struggled with all your life. it was always recommended that sport would allow you to benefit from the disease and expand your lung capacity, thankfully, your parents put you in soccer young - resulting in you getting signed to chelsea and the lionesses.

you met your girlfriend, niamh in the lioness youth teams, mainly acquainted until she got signed to your club, chelsea. you both began to grow closer to one another, steadily forming into a relationship after both of your pining and a steady push from your friends.

niamh knew about your asthma, she frequently got anxious thinking about you being in a vulnerable state. she always had your medication on her person just in case. especially now, since you were overseas at national camp, there is no way she would let anything happen to you. proven on your team walk in a foreign city.

“niamh, baby, you don’t have to carry my medication for me, I feel bad”

“I know babe, I just want to be extra prepared, what if something happens to you? also, you don’t need to feel bad about anything, silly”

she grabbed your hand in hers and lightly swung them back and forth, smiling down at you and placing a quick kiss on your lips.

you placed your cheek on her shoulder, lightly cuddling into her as you walked. after a lovely moment in solitude, you hear people behind you grimacing. you both turn to face milly and mary gagging,

“ugh we get it! you’re in love, good for you!” mary makes kissing noises at both of you. you look up at niamh again, “it is good for us isn’t it, baby” she leaned down and pulled you into a longer kiss, purposely stopping in front of them to hear their continued grimaced noises. you giggled when she pulled away and you bumped your shoulder with her own.

“you’re silly, niamhy baby”

“only for you, my girl” she smiled, shaking her head at you, giggling.

it was time for training, the final match was slowly approaching, meaning training was getting more intense and the girls are getting more serious.

everything was going well at first. everyone was doing training drills and light laps around the training grounds. you and niamh always partnered up for drills, she wanted to keep and eye on you but you were also both so incredibly obsessed with each other that any amount of separation was painful.

while the team was doing their laps, niamh noticed your laboured breathing, much heavier than it would be regularly. her alarm bells ringing as she looks at you concerned.

“hey, baby, how about we stop for a sec and have a drink hm?” she asked, slowing down to walking instead of jogging.

“niamhy, I’m okay” you breathe out,

“you’re not though, baby, please?”

“I promise I’m okay, beautiful, I’ll have a drink after we’re done.” you sped up and ran past her, you felt guilty that all she was focusing on was you and felt some separation from her would ease her worries.

she frowns watching you run away from her, watching you catch up to ella, alessia and maya. she decided to give you your space, as much as it was hurting her, she didn’t want to stress you out. she put her hand on your puffer in her pocket, squeezing it slightly, thoughts racing through her mind. she was stressed, and she couldn’t focus.

during the mini match, you were placed on the opposite team. you actively avoided niamh, still feeling extremely guilty that she felt that she was responsible for you. you’re stress and the intensity of the game had you struggling to breathe. you were standing with your hands on your hips while the play was going on. you couldn’t breathe. alessia, placed on the same team as you grabbed your arm and told you to sit down.

you were coughing and wheezing uncontrollably, you were having an asthma attack. niamh’s worst nightmare. she immediately sprinted over to you.

“(y/n/n)?” alessia asked “are you okay, love?”

you shook your head.

“need-” you breathe out, “niamh-”you continued to cough. you felt alessia move off you as niamh arrived where you were.

niamh took the puffer out of her pocket, kneeling in front of you.

“baby” she exhaled “baby, try and take a deep breath for me” she made eye contact with you

the girls moved away from the both of you, wanting to give you and niamh your space, this didn’t mean they weren’t looking at you concerned from a distance.

niamh directed the puffer into your mouth, placing a hand on your knee and lightly rubbing her thumb against it.

“breathe in, baby,” you inhale the medication, taking four breaths, “good girl baby, okay three more”

she administered the medication to you, your breathing finally regulated.

“well done, baby! all better?” you nodded at niamh but instantly started to cry.

“niamhy, baby” you cry out, tears frantically running down your face.

“what’s wrong, lovey?” she grabbed your face in between her hands, wiping the tears off your cheeks

“I’m so sorry” you shook your head in between her hands, closing your eyes tightly.

“hey, hey, hey, baby” she moved your head upwards in her hands, “(y/n), look at me, love, come on” she only called you your first name when you were in trouble, or you were in a serious situation

you open your eyes to look at her pouting,

“what are you sorry about?”

“that i'm a burden to you, you always have to look out for me and i’m making you miserable.”

she looked at you in disbelief, she was so upset at your words, her own tears brimming in her eyes.

“you listen to m,e (y/n) (y/l/n), you are never a burden to me, nor are you making me miserable, how could you even say that. you’re my girlfriend and I love you.” she spoke, not stuttering on any of her words.

“ if I didn’t want to take care of you, I wouldn’t. but guess what, baby, I do want to look after you. and I will for the rest of my life. my baby girl. don’t speak about yourself like that. it hurts me”

“is this why you’re distancing yourself from me?” you nodded at her with a pout. she looked right into your eyes. a tear ran down her cheek. you moved up to kiss it away and pulled her down into a tight embrace. crashing you down to the floor, her lying on top of you.

“I’m so sorry, baby” you spoke into her neck.

“if you apologise one more time I won’t hesitate to beat you up”

you laugh at her, she moves to slightly straddle your waist.

“I’m always here for you, okay?” you nod at her

“me too, baby” she puts her pinky out to you and you link your own with hers. smiling gently at each other.

“I like this position” you wink at her,

“cheeky” she shakes her head at you. she moves off you and grabs your hands to pull you up.

niamh pulls you into another tight hug. she whispers in your ear. “at least wait till we get back to the room.” her hand was on your lower back, beginning to move lower and lower.

“niamh charles! who’s the cheeky one now!” you exclaim, moving slightly to keep her at arms length.

“you love it, don’t lie.” she laughs when you don’t decline, giving you a loving, short kiss, communicating all her love and affection.

“alright you two! enough!” millie, your chelsea teammate expresses, “i can’t escape both of you.”

niamh picks you up bridal style and you yelp, quickly wrapping your arms around her neck. the entire team was smiling at the both of you, loving that your love was so genuine for each other.

“it’s not my fault, mills, she’s obsessed with me” niamh calls out, walking over to the rest of the team and placing you on the ground.

“no denying that, charles” you say, feeling her arms wrap around you and resting her head on your shoulder.

“okay, (y/l/n), sit down for a couple minutes and freshen up, you can join in a little later” sarina says, “the rest of you back to work!” she smiles at you and you go to move to the bench, stopped by niamh’s grip. you laugh and hold her hands and she places multiple pecks on your neck.

“charles! that means you too!” sarina yells, “I’m going! I’m going!” sarina and you both laugh at her antics.

she grabs your head with her hands again, peppering your entire face with kisses and finally landing on your lips, giving you a little kiss.

“love you, bye!” niamh gives you cheek a squeeze,

“I love you too, niamhy baby, off you go” giving her a light tap on her backside as she runs away from you.

“cheeky!” she yells out, running backwards and giving you a wink.

she managed to score a goal, pointing her finger at you. “for my baby!” you shake your head at her and blow her a kiss and she returns the gesture.

on the bus home, you both fell asleep, cuddling up to each other on the way to the hotel. everyone was gushing over you two, equally loving your relationship, you were in love and everyone couldn’t be happier.

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for the sake of the fic, this is you and not tooney (TOONEY I LOVE YOU)

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↳ yourname: cheeky!!

[siringadev]

Yes, this is homophobia. Like, gay incest ship of two consenting adults of equal age, when there is no sick offspring, people was like: "ugh, disgusting! This is sick and wrong!" But het incest with r*pe, power imbalance, age difference, involving minors, with the potential birth of sick offspring, people was like: "oh yeah, that's so hot, let's ship it!" I was surprised to find that het incest ships is very popular, example Game of Thrones and The Coffin of Andy and Leyley 💀 (I was randomly browsing artist's pages and came across the latest one, so much hardcore incest porn, including cannibalism and guro, I have never seen before and I want to unsee it) And people like it! Even the angry people on Reddit who insulted and humiliated Miquella/Radahn are now somehow praising this horrable The Coffin of A & L. So the only reason for the rejection of Weinero is homophobia, yes. Even if these people claim that they themselves are representatives of LGBT+, this does not exempt them from homophobic behavior and attitudes. It's like a syndrome of victims of homophobia, and it is difficult to get rid of them. Maybe this is some kind of defense mechanism to show themselves as "better" in the eyes of homophobes? To fit their "norm"?

Weinero issues Not that I'm complaining or lamenting, but it's kind of sad that outside of ao3 fanfics and few fanartists on pixiv, Weiss/Nero has little content and little fans, their pairing isn't even included in the Final Fantasy ships, they don't have fan pages anywhere, just two Nero fan pages on tumblr that barely get updated, and dead fan pages of Nero or Weiss separately from 2013-2016 on twitter, and the new ones are troll pages of Weinero haters (they attacked me and a few Asian artists who draw Weinero). That's it. That's all. Support is weak, or nonexistent. You can see all the ship combinations, even the absurd or disturbing ones, but Weiss/Nero won't be on any lists. https://shipping.fandom.com/wiki/Final_Fantasy It's weird, considering their love is written about in two official FF7 guides (Ultimania), and the canon love line is in the game itself.

What is wrong with them or with people? Is no one moved by their love and their interesting and deep story? Why do the most absurd ships exist (for example of characters who have never met each other or are enemies without chemistry, or have nothing in common, but I don't mean that it's impossible, everyone ships whatever they want, these are fictional characters, now we're talking about something else, about why one exists despite the lack of reason and logic, and the other does not, despite a good basis and connection), while others, logical, beautiful and emotional ones, barely exist?

You might say that Dirge of Cerberus isn't popular on its own… then why is there a ship like Vincent/Yuffie or Vincent/Shelke (both girls are minor) that originates from Dirge? People seriously discuss who Vincent would romantically love, Yuffie or Shelke.

And this ship post with Vincent/Shelke. https://www.tumblr.com/square-enixconfessions/63287999457/i-ship-vincentshelke-i-saw-an-interesting?source=share I just typed their names and this came out, this is what people looking te most.

You'd think it's because Vincent is popular, okay, let's type Vincent and Nero. Here. No "love story" or "romance"!

The Weiss and Nero stuff is just as sad. No discussion or anything other than brief mentions, copypasta from official sources, or "ugh, ship them? You can't love someone without suxualizing/romanticizing them anymore", "I like them as a brothers, no homo/no yaoi" etc. Of course, things can be much more complicated than it seems, and I don't really understand the reasons, and maybe I draw the wrong conclusions. I just want to say that some things in the ff7 fandom make me uncomfortable and even hurt, it makes me sad, but there is no guarantee that it will be better in other fandoms (to be honest, in others it is even worse, I look at Elden Ring, Dark Souls, Naruto, Marvel... )

[noturbysshe]

Ten Characters, Ten Fandoms, Ten Tags

Thanks for tagging me, @eolewyn1010 ! Sorry that it took me that long, had a busy week - anyways, here we go, my ultimate fictional blorbo list:

• Thomas Sharpe // Crimson Peak (he’s my pal. He’s my home-boy, my rotten soldier. He’s my sweet cheese, my good-time boy. It was hard to decide whether he would be on top of the list or Edith, but I decided that he’s more in need of support than her <3)

• Helaena Targaryen // House of the Dragon (I feel like there’s so much more behind her character than we got to see in the first season, and I love the mix of her being generally quiet and her predictions giving so much weight to everything she says. Also I’m grateful that HotD has me falling in love with this whole universe again after the last season of GoT had ruined it for me.)

• Aimé Bonpland // Die Vermessung der Welt (I know that he was technically a real person, but the fictionalised version of him definitely belongs on this list)

• Madeline Usher // The Fall of the House of Usher (my favourite character from my favourite short story. I’ve already written two analyses of her character and role in the story whoops)

• Lionel Verney // The Last Man (because he needs and deserves a hug and a kiss from Adrian)

• Chevalier de Lorraine // Versailles (he’s so stupid, I love him. He is the poorest of all meow-meows.)

• Danny Holt // London Spy (I’ve watched this series an unhealthy amount of times, for a reason I can’t really remember. Maybe just to finally understand everything that was happening. But I still fell in love with this character)

• Charlotte Ritter // Babylon Berlin (I think I don’t have to clarify why she’s on this list. Just. UGH. Her being completely unhinged and reckless <3)

• John Clare aka Frankenstein’s Creation // Penny Dreadful (in my opinion the best representation of Mary Shelley’s original in modern media. He’s such a tragically beautiful and eloquent character, just like in the novel)

• Inspector Guro // Gogol: The Beginning (has cool sunglasses and knows how to make a memorable entrance)

Now to the difficult part - I‘ve not interacted that much with 10 accounts in order to feel confident enough to tag them :‘) Needless to say that you don’t have to participate if you don’t feel like it! <3

@ratbasement @omgwhatamievendoing @a-mask-of-anarchy (seems like I‘ve reached my limit of people I‘m confident enough to tag, who haven’t been tagged already. Whoopsie)

[scummy-writes]

[CHAPTER 11]

-> ita been years but now I want a lot of guro(?) art with gilbert, i think. I wish I still drew. Not the erotic versions of it, but the venting of emotions version of it. I dont know if thats still referred to as guro or not. I miss that type of art, every time i go and look for it though it is fetishization of it and not at all the venting of emotions with it. Maybe its a different term and i was misinformed as a kid

-> "i'm have to help her with that" cybied your typos are slightly better lately but still bad, ugh

-> i think the references to the emperor, from gil, is a mixture of cursing the mask he dons when its something he is responsible for, and then cursing his father.

-> these moments are so sweet. Im so mad about his trauma.

-> i understand the naivety is important to this route but its a little painful this chap.

-> letter has 'naughty little rabbit'. I. Need to excuse myself, thank u

Not much notes this time around

GILBERT ROUTE SPOILERS POST

When Gilbert's route drops, I'll be reblogging this post each chapter or so with thoughts and general screaming under a cut. I'll be having it in a format with the chapter numbered, and then a cut directly after where I'll be yelling.

I'll be using the tags 'Scum Simps' and 'scum plays gil route' for those of you who want to filter it out. Thank u!

[magdasabs]

Not watching, how are we playing? Any chance we will win

Ugh where do I begin. Defence is good, it's a back 4 and they seem to be working well surprisingly, especially since Millie-Aniek-Jonna have never played together I don't think. Midfield is non-existent, it doesn't look good at all and it's Spence + others drifting in at times, usually Jessie. Maybe I haven't seen enough but there's something off with the left wing, a lot of the attacks are coming from there but it just seems like it's Jonna and then Guro has nowhere to go but in the box and well, I just don't think she's great at converting crosses. Fran had a really good 1v1 chance but she took the shot way too early so there hasn't been anything much more dangerous.

[guro-giri-letters]

You think so? : Shigaraki x nurse reader!

- By Guro. ♡

/You’re a nurse at a recovery centre for villains, and you think you might be in love with one. Just a wholesome fluff fic! The VRC is an idea Sweets helped me come up with and I may write more things connected to it in the future! Hope you enjoy! ♡/

/Tags l Tw ; brief description of medical procedure, Shigaraki being grumpy, (secret?) established couple, nurse, wholesome. ♡/

“Tomura, stay still please,” Shigaraki grumbles, but you can see his fingers trembling around the glass you gave him to sip from. You don’t even think he drinks, but anything to keep him occupied while you give him a few stitches is good enough.

Snipping the medical thread and leaning back, you study your handiwork and give yourself a nod. It’s not too bad, a medium-size wound curving over the back of his shoulder, but awkward as hell to stitch. It looks good, despite all of his fidgeting. If he doesn’t do anything too strenuous for a few days he should heal fine, you think, resting your palm against his bony back. You can feel the knots of his spine through his pale skin. He jolts in surprise and shivers a little, leaning back against the warmth of your palm. “There, you want something for the pain?”

“No. I’m fine,” he mutters in response, voice rough as stones stuck in car-tyres. He stares into his glass a moment before downing the last of its contents, clenching his teeth right after doing so. “Ugh.”

“How about some of that for me, nurse?” Dabi’s own gritty voice rattles across to you and you turn your head. He’s laid out on the table in the middle of the kitchen, being worked on by your co-worker. You shoot him a look from where you sit behind Shigaraki, rising and tucking your stool back under the breakfast bar. “Come on, I’m torn open here,” the burnt man continues. He’s not lying. The patch of purple prosthetic skin that wraps around his side and creeps over his stomach has torn at the seams quite badly, your co-worker currently stitching it all back into place. They glare at Dabi every time he moves, earning a cheeky grin back from the villain each time.

“I thought you could tough out a few stitches?” You tease, but you pull down the whiskey bottle and offer it to him anyway. He takes it over the top of your co-workers head and un-caps it, taking a swig straight from the bottle.

“I can, but this is good- shit,” he hisses when the needle is dug in particularly hard, scowling at the nurse bent over him. “Asshole, you trying to kill me?”

“I wish, Dabi. I wish,” they mutter tiredly in reply.

“Stop the bickering, we’re all professionals here,” you chide them, pulling out a drawer and poking around until you find the tin that holds the medical staples. You pause, considering, and then pull out a container of pills as well. If Shigaraki won’t take pain relief you’ll at least give him something to help him sleep.

You work at the VRC. Yeah; Villains Recovery Center. It’s not much, just a small team of people with decent medical experience, funding, and a common hatred for hero society. You work out of a well-hidden and out of the way manor that doubles as your own and most of your co-workers main home. You’ve got a small apartment further into the city but honestly, you barely bother going back there anymore. You’ve found yourself a family here where you had no one before, and it feels good to help people that are out there doing the work you can’t.

Even if those people are often times ungrateful, grumpy, snarling villains. “I don’t want them!” Shigaraki snaps as you try, again, to get him to take the pills. “We’re not staying the night, I can’t take them. We’re on the move.”

“Not stay- yes, you are very much staying the night, and stop scratching!” You grasp his wrist and tug his hand away from his throat, ignoring the furious look he gives you as you grip his chin, tilting his head to inspect his neck. “I’m putting cream on this.”

“Get off.” He pulls his wrist back but you hang on to him, giving him a serious look. “What?”

“You’re all staying the night, Tomura, you need some proper sleep. Dabi’s in pieces and I’m pretty sure Spinner has a concussion,” the more you talk, the more the leader of the League of Villains deflates under your hands. By the time you’re done he’s slumped on his stool, still half-glaring but not really mad anymore. You know he’ll do the right thing for his group, you’ve known that since the first time they landed in needing your teams help. Shigaraki isn’t good at showing it, but he really does care for the little family he’s brought together. They hate it when you call them a family.

“Fine. We stay,” he rasps out eventually, looking up at you through his blood-flow gaze from where he sits. With no shirt on you can see how bony and thin he truly is, ribs and collarbones visible through paper-thin, raw skin. He almost looks delicate, you think, as you trace your fingers under his jaw and down his throat. Easy to break. Yet there’s so much power hidden inside of him. You can’t imagine being him... being Tomura Shigaraki. The leader of a war against a society of false idols.

His lips start to curl up at one corner, baring his teeth at you slightly. He’s happy to be admired by you in a more private setting, but your co-worker and Dabi’s eyes are two people too much it seems. “You’re staring, nurse.”

“Sorry,” you say quickly, because you genuinely hadn’t meant to. “Take your pills, let me get the cream for your neck.”

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Shigaraki isn’t shy about undressing in front of you anymore. He had been once, yelling at you when you’d walked in on him naked as the day he was born. You know he was just embarrassed, self conscious. You’d made it very clear that, one, he shouldn’t yell at you if he liked receiving medical treatment. And two, you really didn’t care about his appearance or for that matter, find him ugly. All of his red, raw, scarred skin was just a part of him. Probably eczema or some other allergy. But you definitely didn’t find it ugly.

He strips off slowly, wincing any time he strains his stitches, and then shoves his clothes aside in a pile with his foot. “You want to have a shower?”

“No,” he sighs, sounding suddenly exhausted, scratching at his hip and stretching before shuffling toward the bed. You pull the covers back for him, your professionalism falling away, smiling thinly as he climbs under them a little awkwardly. “You baby all your villains this much?”

“Maybe I do,” you reply, pulling the covers up over him before he can do it himself, looking at his face. The look he’s giving you tells you he’s not amused. Quite the opposite, actually. He looks annoyed. “I’m kidding, Tomura. Only you get my VIP treatment.”

“I don’t think I believe you.”

“Are you jealous? Seriously?”

“No.”

Angry now, he turns over and away from you to face the wall. You can’t help the smile that curves your lips even further, looking at the stitched up wound on his shoulder. Shigaraki knows you care about him, more than you should care about any of your ‘clients’, he just likes to huff. He jumps in surprise when you press a kiss against his shoulder, just above his stitches. “Hey...”

“Hmm, Tomura?” You pull back to look at him as he turns his head, eyeing you over his shoulder.

“...Are you staying?” He asks, reaching a hand back to brush his knuckles over your cheek. You know what he means: Are you staying with him. How? How can this criminal, this villain, be so sweet all of a sudden?

You don’t even bother replying, just lean back from the bed and toe off your slippers. He watches over his shoulder as you undress down to your underwear, leaving your clothes in a heap next to his and climbing in. “Careful,” you murmur as he turns to face you, still wary of his stitches but it seems he’s already forgotten about them. When you’re both comfortable he just looks at you for a while, laying on his side as you lay on yours. Your lack of fear around him has always perplexed him. You lift your hand to his face slowly, smoothing the teal locks out of his eyes. He doesn’t flinch any more, he trusts you. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” his rough voice is quiet in the empty room but he finally sounds calm, relaxed. You know there’s a lot of things he’d like to say to you, that he’d like to ask of you. He just doesn’t know how to. You don’t think people realise how young he is, how timid and inexperienced he can be. He’s not used to feeling cared for. Dabi likes to make terribly dirty jokes, about your relationship, about what the two of you get up to. Little does he know the most you’ve ever done is held each other. Touched each other’s faces and cuddled close when one of you needed to feel protected. Because you haven’t had an easy life either. No one hates heroes the way you do without a reason, and sometimes you need the comfort just as much as Shigaraki. You think he gets it, he knows.

You’ve kissed a few times, but it was all so gentle and... loving?

Are you in love?

“What’re you thinking about?” He asks, sounding genuinely curious, red eyes that almost glow in the dark studying your face close. You flush a little under his intense gaze; are you that easy to read?

“Just... that I think I’m in love with a villain.” Why not be honest for once?

“That so?” The smile that pulls at the corners of his cracked lips for a moment is so genuine, your heart does a little trick in your chest. You nod, burying the side of your face against the sheets and peeking over at him. “Hm..”

“I don’t know how he feels though-“ you’re silenced by a chaste yet warm kiss on the lips, your eyes closing instinctively as you lean into it without hesitation. For a while you two just kiss, your hands coming up to hold his face as he manoeuvres his arms around you with care. When you do pull back pink and breathless you don’t go far, Shigaraki letting his forehead rest against your own gently.

“...I think- I think, he may love you too...” he replies, almost inaudibly but he may as well have yelled it with how close you both are. You feel your heart leap up into your throat, lips breaking into a grin despite your best effort to keep your face calm.

“You think so?” You whisper back and Shigaraki snickers, snickers, nodding and letting his nose bump against your own.

“I think so.”

[itsjusta]

1:44 am.

Heart so heavy now. Currently trying my best not to cry cos its kadlawon na!!! I was just looking at videos of other group’s podcast for sikopil and just browsing the members’ names and nag overthink na dayon ko sa tanan.

im so scared and anxious pag balik na face to face 😩 cos aish idk maybe people will away me i’m scared to be classmates with those who have potential to away me hahahahha i’m such an overthinker pero im really scared doe its making my heart sakit HHAHAHA :< and im also scared pag balik sa f2f ma resurface napd tong issue ughhhzzz muhilak guro ko HAHAHHA

i almost cried while praying doe i feel so anxious and scared now 😭 i just hope i have the strength to face everything soon. this feeling is different from all my maoy’s doe idk i really feel so scared :((( i’m really so scared doe kung unsa ako ma face puhon pag balik na klase idk if i’m ready pa to face reality gyd sainyoha busa scared kaayo ko UGHHHH mag transfer nalang guro kog skul :—-) to think pd sa tanan changes sa routine kay mahadlok gyd kaayo ko. karon gani nga naa rko sa balay pirme, daghan na kayo nag bag-o, unsa nalang kaha if mag school na gyd LOL hay nako wish lang gyd nako di mo magpakita sko atubangan palihog hahahah but i know lisod kayo na labaw na kay same mi ug course and u will always visit her pd hayst gelang

update: nag crying session naman nuon ko imbis mag sleep uy :—-( i feel sooo alone tonight doe i feel like it’s me against the world chour corny pero true 😩 i feel like i have people around me but there’s no one na always naa gyd for me idk i’m so weird this just makes me cry more i should not care about na i know man there’s people na naa for me gyd i shud not overthink its not good for my mental and emotional health :—-)

its morning na and i woke up with very puffy eyes and a heavy heart also 👁👄👁 cried again this morning aish its making my head labad lang

idk today i just want to restart everything im so tired doe i feel like im stuck in this phase i dont want na its so kapoy why is it so hard to just be happy doe

update again: i broke down today doe i just want to shut down and disappear

i hate days like these nga wala ko mabuhat kundi ihilak tanan ug antoson tanan sakit. hay why do i have to go through this for so long doe? i’m so, so tired na of crying i’m so tired na of having a heavy heart and i dont even know what to do because i’ve adjusted so much already. gibuhat na nako tanan para wala koy balita sa everything but even the most normal and small things kay maka pa trigger sa sakit :(( ambot oy kapoy wa man koy choice kundi antoson ni tanan

update again: its 2 pm and kanina i cried for like an hour doe and i slept at 12 tapos nakamata ko kay kay yawa ke akong damgo :—-( idk nag uban ta ato tas timing nigawas imo stories sko ig and ako gi view tas imo ko gi pugngan but ako ghapon gi watch and it was a video doe ana ka paspas kaayo ang 2 months ba something like dat so bale monthsary ninyo and nag uyab na daw mo 2 weeks palang 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️ and i asked u dat and u said yes tapos i watched the video u made it for her like a compilation of your vids and u were so sweet 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄 and naghilaka ko sko damgo doe and pagkalast kay i asked you if gipa ila2 na ba nimo and you said oo, plano na nimo imo ila2 saimo fam nya 2 months pamo huh SANA OL DIDTO MURAG NIBUTO AKO HEART NAKAMATA SAD KO NGA NAG BUTO2 AKO HEART!!! I THINK THIS DAY IS TORTURING ME :——)

MURA KOG WALA SA REALITY TODAY LUTAW KAYO KO NAG HILAKA UG KATULOGA RKO SO FAR HMP LABAD PA GYD KAYO AKO HEAD UGH

11/27/20

[buppypaws]

tantrum post :)))))))))))))))))

i’m so fucking mad right now. i hate everything. like i’m obviously being so disgustingly over dramatic rn but i literally do not care, i wish i was a pit bull so i could use my entire bite force on somebody. my shitty fucking 1300 dollar computer has a worse sound card than my iphone. like- the whole thing with soap and jayd is actually super understandable and if i was reasonable, i’d be like “oh ok! it’s okay that you wanna make time for your other friends” but no i’m actually so mad and upset and petty rn, like i don’t wanna talk to ANYONE for the rest of the night. like damn haha my two favorite people have other people in their life haha that’s so crazyyyyy 🥴. i wonder if i’m gonna start my p*riod soon and that’s why i’m being so fucking Crazy Girlfriend rn. literally what the fuck is wrong with me???? i hate myself so god damn much. like- don’t get me wrong. i’m cool. i’m the sexiest person i know. but the way my brain works is so fucking disgusting. like, how the fuck am i having the thought “haha maybe i’ll just go on tinder and find someone new to obsess over, that’ll show them” like haha wow rus, you’re so mature. why the fuck i wanna go on tinder so bad again?? like, what the fuck is so wrong with me that i need to constantly check my dating pool and make sure i’m talking to someone that’s Perfect for me, when, really, that’s probably not gonna happen, and i actually have a really nice romantic relationship with someone i genuinely like a lot and marks off a lot of check marks of my Dating Requirements,,, BUT ITS NOT ALL OF THEM SO OFC I GOTTA FREAK OUT AND BE LIKE :))))))))) i wanna guro the fuck out of myself. this is so pathetic. my entire behavior is so immature and actually just fucking stupid. and now i’m just gonna ignore them for the rest of the night. i wanna kick my monitor in. YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE IM ACTUALLY REALLY FUCKING MAD ABOUT??? LITERALLY ALL DAY ON TWITTER ALL IVE SEEN IS POLICE AND BRAIN ROT BLUE LIFERS SAY AND DO LIKE ACTUALLY ABHORRENT SHIT??? LIKE WOW I LOVE SEEING VIOLENCE AGAINST POC AND LGBT PEOPLE HAHA HOW DID YOU KNOW TWITTER :)))) like i saw a video of some guy saying kill all trans people like no offense but i’m actually so mad that i never see any of these people get what they deserve. like it would bring me nothing but joy to see those people get bloody, violent justice. like it makes me so genuinely upset. it also makes my activism fucked up and clouded bc at this point i think i hate my opposition more than i wanna get help for my community. which is fucked up!!!! can you blame me though? like how can i nOT be mad? ugh. i hate this. i wanna kill myself. like not actually bc i have intense fomo and i don’t hate myself that much, but like holy shit, the stimulation of feeling pain sounds so good rn. not like c*tting pain either bc sharp is BAD ouch, but like if someone wanted to punch me in the face?? that’d be fine. huff.

[shintorikhazumi]

A Warm Diana Chapter Two: Check the Temperature

A Warm Diana Chapter Two: Check the Temperature

(A/N: Diana and Akko try to figure out where they stand in a relationship…. Or what kind of relationship guro… And I had always wished to see Akko with hair down.. then the Diana arc with Akko in a dress happened… and her hair! My wish came true… for a couple seconds at least. Enjoy?

~Shintori Khazumi)

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Call it brainwashing, but Akko could figure out no other method on how to deal with all her disappointment building these past few days.

She told herself that it was not in a particular Heiress’ best interest to steer clear of her every time they walked the same hallway, she just remembered something and had to go run to retrieve it.

Diana didn’t keep their gazes every time their eyes would meet because she needed to blink away the dust that had settled on her lash suddenly. (For more than fifty times this past week.)

Even the lessening, nearly non-existent tutor sessions, or tip-off talks they had every once-in-a-blue-moon, Akko chalked it all up to just having a larger, more important workload to finish.

Akko tried to convince herself that Diana was just embarrassed about what had happened. It wasn’t as if she was trying to avoid Akko, she was probably incredibly busy, just as she always was. Yes, that was it, exactly it.

-Or at least that was what the brunette told herself.

After their little incident on the beach, followed by their dual colds subsequently, Akko had been hoping that that would have given them the push they needed to get even closer.

She guessed she was wrong.

Diana had avoided her even more after that; talking to her even less, and even refusing to look her in the eye- and this was during class and duties now! They were assigned together for one assignment, and Diana almost did everything herself, if only for the sake of not having to spend time with the girl.

It frustrated her. Irritated her. But most of all, she merely wanted to cry.

In a mere blink of an eye, her whole world plunged into one state-

Cold.

She simply couldn’t comprehend why things had suddenly become like this. Why was Diana suddenly pulling so far away?

Had she done something that warranted dislike? Maybe she had, since she always did. Had she said something horrible to Diana? Again? She couldn’t possibly count on her hands the times she had spoken ill of/to the other girl. Why did she do it? She never knew.

And in all her frustrated glory, she did a silent scream, roughing up her hair as she scratched wildly, thinking fruitlessly.

Now, on a Friday, alone in the library, only the two of them, though tables apart, with rows of shelves adding to their separation, Akko wracked her brain for a way, any way to approach her target who was silently reading an advanced magic book, lips tipped the slightest bit up.

“Ugh… and she looks so beautiful in that lighting.” Akko admired from the distance as the late afternoon glow penetrated through the windows of the old building, idle sounds of chatter from passing students retiring for the day going past her head. She gazed in awe for a few moments more, before frowning as she remembered why she was even in the same space as the blonde prodigy. “What the hell did I do this time, I wonder?”

This question was brought on by the wisdom from past experience. For some reason, or other, Kagari Atsuko always found herself smack dab in the middle of trouble, it being caused by herself, more often than not. And of course, more often than not, she’d never realize this until it was pointed out to her, usually, the job being reserved for Sucy, using it as an opportunity to make fun of her.

And of course, it usually ended in some scolding or disappointment on the part of all teachers, Ursula included, and of course, Diana.

“Hmm… How does one even begin to approach the Great Diana Cavendish?” She rubbed her chin thoughtfully, truly pondering on all her plans on how to make up (Why would she even need to do such?) with the heiress.

As if some genius idea had wormed its way into the deep crevices of her mind, she felt a spur of determination to carry out such thoughts. Standing up, she prepared herself to face the blonde beauty-

… Only to be stopped by a rather rude grab to the shoulder.

“My, my, my… If it isn’t Akko.”

Without the aid of ice magic, the brunette had found herself frozen by the words of the adver- her acquaintances… She hoped.

“Hannah, Barbara. Wh-what’s up?” Akko quivered.

She thought things were, if not good, at the very least on ceasefire between them. The girls may have hated her, but she certainly did not return the sentiment. Sure, she didn’t like them, but she wouldn’t go so far as to say she utterly despised the resident bullies.

“What’s up, yourself? What’s with the sneaky act?” The brunette of the duo leered closely at the poor soul, blameless- as of the moment, and without any bad intentions other than possibly disturbing Diana with her own feelings.

Feelings? What feelings?

“N-nothing, just… looking at some books…” The girl replied, refusing to meet the duo’s gaze.

“From around a corner?” Barbara asked her, skeptical. “If I didn’t know better, you were actually looking at something else.” She scoffed, trying to retrace the troublemaker’s line of sight. “Something… Someone like… Oh look! It’s Diana… Diana?!”

She gave Akko a look the girl couldn’t read.

“You were watching Diana?”

The two remaining members of the blue team shared a look.

They had noticed something… strange brewing between the two students, the top and honestly, rock-bottom pupils, though the latter had been showing some promising signs of improvement. And after the whole ‘Bringing Diana back’ incident, they didn’t think as lowly as they did of Akko. In fact, in their books, they were treating her a bit more nicely, save for the habit of sharp comments.

Yeah… they were working on that, hence the way they had started this whole interaction.

“N-no! Well, Yes… Maybe?” The girl scratched her cheek, still avoiding eye-contact. “Is that a bad thing?” Her voice had this edge of… anxiousness? A search for approval?

“Well, if you consider the law, it’s basically stalking, right?” Barbara commented innocently, unknowingly.

It was unintentional, but it certainly shot down Akko’s hopes. Now she probably felt wretched to some degree, the statement really hitting some nerve.

The one who said such words probably realized, apologizing.

“It’s bad if you think it is.” Hannah spoke, thoughtfully, at least trying to help the dejected witch in front of her in some way. “I mean, if you’re watching her with bad intentions, then of course. It’s horrible.” She was a bit wary, hinting some warnings at the brunette who raised her hands in defense, showing she had gotten them. “Otherwise, If it’s something like admiring-“

Atsuko blushed at the term, but dare not deny it.

“-It’s fine.” Hannah smiled. Akko did too, before it was wiped off her face by the next statement. “I mean, a lot of students do it too. Diana is pretty popular. She’s smart and really beautiful.”

And maybe Akko felt that little green monster possess her, if only for a second.

Thoughts of other students looking at Diana that way, or even simply thinking thoughts of her that way, never failed to make the girl’s brows furrow deeply enough for a valley to form between her eyes.

An expression which did not go by unnoticed by the blue pair’s keen eyes; It was a look they were getting quite familiar with as it was beginning to become a bit too common, after all, it was Diana, herself who wore the face more oft than not these days.

It didn’t help either, that the reason behind the said expression was the girl who wore the same one for the exact same reasons.

The exact same reasons? What reason would it be then?

“Akko…” Her fellow brunette murmured. “Could it be…?” Their gazes met, one filled with nerves, the other inquisitiveness.

“C-could it be… what?”

“You failed a test again so you’re wondering why Diana hasn’t tutored you and need it right now, but have too much pride to bother her!” The girl pointed, though both knew that the statement was just an excuse as neither wanted to actually acknowledge the fearsome thought that had crossed their minds.

“…”

“Yeah! Yeah, that’s absolutely, probably, it!” Akko sighed in relief. “That’s right. I just really need help and was beginning to wonder why we haven’t had those lately. Nothing more. It’s not as if I want to just spend time, or waste it for that matter with things like walks in the courtyard or talks by the stairs.” The owner of the shiny rod told herself, just as always. “Learning! That’s it, learning.”

“But then, don’t you have Professor Ursula for that?”

Again, Barbara with her innocently crushing comments.

Even Hannah gave her a shocked look that simply read ‘TACT’.

“Wh-what?” She asked. “Did I say something wrong?”

Hannah could only shake her head at her friend’s brutal honesty. “No, nothing.”

“Th-that’s right! I do!” Akko now stood straighter, wanting to escape this situation now more than ever. “So… I’ll just go… and y’know, head on over?” She pointed out the door. “To Ursula I mean! Not over to Diana’s table or anything!” She said, scurrying off, throwing out a hasty ‘see you later’ to the perplexed duo.

“Doubt Diana would mind, though.” Hannah sighed, arms crossed, catching the aforementioned blonde throwing a glance Akko’s way as she ran off.

Her teammates watched her sigh, seemingly with regret, and could only shake their heads.

Even if those two had somewhat mutual feelings, if they couldn’t even discern what those emotions were, no step forward would be made in whatever relationship they wanted from the other, be it friendship or… more.

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Diana sighed, closing her book after about an hour more of reading complicated spells that she’d gone over more times than she had fingers. It was probably around dinner time, but a meal was the last thing on her mind as of the moment.

She’d never admit it to anyone, but she had been conscious of Kagari Atsuko’s presence right from the very start of her ‘viewing session’ and quite appreciated the undivided attention she was getting, save for the negative feelings that showed on her open-book of a face.

Maybe it was wrong to avoid Akko and delve deep into duties to allow anything but the other girl to dominate the run of her thoughts. It wasn’t as if she wanted to do such, but her mentality, moreso her heart might give out for reasons she could not even begin to put a finger on.

She could not think straight as of late, no matter how much she wished to. Her mind would run straight back to the girl who was such a dork, who’d get hurt, but get back up. Who was not all that knowledgeable in the ways of witches, but was well-versed in things fantasy and magical in the normal human’s eyes.

There was no focus for Diana, and the sad puppy looks, and longing gazes sent her way the whole week through certainly did not help her in this situation.

In fact, she wasn’t really concentrated on her book earlier, as she found herself more than ready to protect Akko if anything went amiss the moment her best friends appeared. She was glad nothing bad went between them. It looked like casual chatter from what she could observe.

Only when Akko ran out did her curiosity skyrocket, but she had to abstain from giving Akko any form of attention or concern till she sorted out her… feelings, thoughts rather.

The blonde coughed into her fist, trying to regain her composure, which did nothing to cool down the red in her porcelain cheeks.

“Diana? Are you alright?”

The girl looked up, half expecting to see her teammates and tell them they need not worry, only that those words died in her throat seeing as they weren’t her teammates, but her teammates. Kagari Atsuko’s.

“Umm… Diana?”

“What did you do Lotte? Maybe you summoned her spirit out of her body? That would be really interesting though.”

“Sucy!” Lotte berated as the poison-maker shrugged, uninterested.

“I’m sorry for her. She’s just really… playful.” She threw a glare at the almost laughing Sucy, who immediately quieted down.

“No… No. It’s no problem.” Diana replied, shaking her head to clear out her thoughts rather than show what her words meant.

“I sure hope it’s not.”

“SUCY!” The girl cried. “But really, are you okay Diana?” She returned to her concerned state from earlier.

“Huh? Why would I not be?” She was confused at the unneeded worry.

“You look a little red in the face, also you were coughing just now, weren’t you?” Lotte reached out to put a hand on the top student’s forehead to check her temperature. “Did it go down? But anyway, you should rest Diana.”

“Yes, yes of course. Thank you, Miss Yanson.” She turned on her heel to proceed to her room.

“No need to thank me.” The girl said, and that statement just seemed to tickle Diana’s brain. As if it reminded her of another person. One who would have the same reaction. “Akko would have done it too if she saw you like that.”

Ah. And there it was. Oh how their thoughts coincided.

“More like she’d freak out and worry too much. It’s Diana after all.” Sucy’s snickers were drowned out by the raging thumps of Diana’s heart.

“What do you mean…” However, the Cavendish abruptly dismissed such questions, as she still wanted to express her gratitude, just as how she was raised. “Regardless, I am most grateful, Miss Yanson, Miss Manbavaran.” She tipped her head down a bit. “Have a good night.”

“It’s Lotte… And Sucy.”

Again, stopped in her tracks, Diana faced them, nodding.

“Of course. Good night, Lotte, Sucy.”

“Good night, Diana.”

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“Diana…”

“Akko…”

Just what is this feeling…

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She woke up in the warmth of her sheets, all wrapped up to the neck, albeit still in most of her uniform.

Diana assumed she must have gone straight to her room and lay down, falling asleep, the ones behind how she was tucked in were of course, her roommates. ‘Assumed’ because her thoughts were far too occupied by someone else that she had most likely been operating on autopilot.

A low grumble, one usually not associated with Diana Cavendish, came from her stomach, now begging to have something in it, if only to fight the pangs of hunger as a result of skipping last night’s dinner after a busy day.

She was weighing her options, maybe go to the cafeteria and grab some breakfast, or stay here in her room and see if she had any form of food kept- most of those treats gifts from irrelevant admirers.

She decided a well-cooked and nutritionally balanced meal was far better in terms of health and usefulness with her duties, despite having none during the weekend. Wait- that’s right…

It was the weekend.

The Cafeteria would most likely be closed after seven-thirty. But that was fine, Diana usually got up early. It was only- eight… in the morning. The blonde rubbed the sleep from her eyes, wanting to take away the clouds that must have been deceiving her. There was no way that she of all people had slept in.

She noticed a piece of paper on her desk, conveniently placed beside her clock. She picked it up before slapping her forehead in exasperation.

‘Dear Diana,

              Although it surprises us greatly, I guess even you would be tired, sleeping so late, thinking. We hope you don’t mind us tucking you in. You kept muttering “It’s cold”, for some reason so we presumed…’

“It’s alright, thank you.” Diana spoke to the letter, a small smile resting on her lips.

‘Anyway, we expected you to get up late, so we just wanted to leave you a note so that you wouldn’t worry about our whereabouts.

Barbara needs to buy a few materials for class, a few meaning a lot-‘

The witch couldn’t help but giggle.

‘and I volunteered to help carry them.’

Diana noticed a change in the handwriting, quickly understanding that Barbara had taken hold of the pen.

‘Hannah just wants to buy more ingredients to cook with. She's secretly had Akko teach her, can you believe that?’

This paragraph of the note obviously caught the genius off guard. Not because Hannah was going to be cooking, but because the person she was cooking with was most unexpected

‘Anyway, that’s all from us. Take care for the day, Diana. We left you a few sandwiches and an apple on our table. It probably won’t be enough, so make sure to go out for a proper meal afterwards, kay?’

‘Your best friends, Hannah and Barbara.’

Diana folded the paper, pocketing it with a sigh. She valued their friendship and certainly appreciated how they looked out for her, even though she would brush them off at times. She really was thankful for friends like them.

Rounding her bookshelf that set apart her part of the room from theirs, the blonde instantly spotted her food and decided to have it after a morning shower to at least feel fresher than she did at the moment.

Even if she was a model student, Diana had her own share of clothes, apart from her school-designated robes and party dresses.

She donned a light blue button up shirt, with long sleeves, folded to three-fourths, light brown cropped pants, and her favorite leather brown shoes, pulling her bangs up and out of her face, held by pins.

She then went to grab a medium-sized leather shoulder bag, packing along with her a hair tie to later pull back her hair, a jacket if she felt cold, and what she would consider her breakfast, courtesy of Hannah and Barbara, along with a water bottle.

She promptly took a packet of biscuits from some secret stash of gifts and snacked on them on her way out of the room towards the faculty office to ask permission to go out.

With the ‘Okay’ she got from the headmistress, she, instead of riding her larger broom, used the smaller ones that came with her wand as she would not be travelling for quite long through the leylines. Just enough of a distance to get to a particular spot she favored before changing her mode of transportation.

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“Thank you for your patronage.” The man bowed handing over the reins to a pristine, well-groomed white horse. The welsh pony nuzzled his blonde rider, the girl responding by stroking his neck.  “Here’s the usual one you ride. He’s been excited to see you again.”

“Thank you, Schneider.” Diana smiled to the man, who only waved a hand in dismissal.

“It’s no trouble at all. You are one of our regulars and have helped us out so much, Miss Cavendish. If anything, we should be thanking you.” He continued. “So many customers have been coming around ever since rumor spread of a beautiful young lady on a white horse. It was quite the sight, some said. Hahaha… Why not become our poster girl, Diana?” The man jested.

The horse-lover felt a light warmth dust her cheeks, as she couldn’t meet her old friend’s gaze.

“Please don’t joke about such things.” She murmured. “You know I very much cannot stand such public exposure. And this is my form of peace and quiet, my getaway.” She looked at her gloved hands, then to the stallion beside her.

“I know, of course.” The man gave her his gentlest smile, before patting her on the head a bit. “Enjoy.”

“I will!” She said as she mounted her steed. “I’ll be back with him by sunset.”

“Take all the time you need. Oh!” Diana turned to face him. “Be careful.”

The girl was happy, for everything, the usual gentle reminder, she took to heart each time she rode.

“Especially this time.” He told her seriously, and she wondered for a brief moment why. “There are some pretty wild riders out there. And I can’t believe that Kid would choose a pretty wild horse to boot.”

“What do you mean, Schneider?” Diana felt her blood boil a bit at such reckless riders. Who knew, they could not only hurt another rider, but the horses as well. Maybe if she met them along the way, she’d give them a big talking to.

“Some girl just came over her, just as we opened, which is pretty damn early since you know we open just a little after six.” Diana nodded, prompting the man to go on with his story. “She just said she wanted an escape and took the wild one, Jessica out for a spin. That young Jessie might toss her off, I warned, but she said she believed that this horse was for her.”

The man lifted his hat, running a hand through his graying hair. Diana’s mind jumped into thought. Why was she so concerned about such strangers?

“I’ll admit, they make quite the fine pair. That little Takhi and that girl look the part of partners. They suit one another, all wild and passionate looking.” He placed his hands in his pockets. “It’s been so long since Jessica allowed anyone on her back, yet this girl rode her with ease. Unbelievable, right?”

Diana nodded.

“Well, take care, little miss. See you later.” He went to attend to other matters in his business.

“Wait! Schneider, if I may…where were they headed?”

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“Yes! Nature! Wind! Tree shade! Fruit Juice! Ham sandwiches! AAANNNNNDDDD… UMEBOSHI! My beloved pickled plums!” A certain brunette screamed out to no one in particular, enjoying her alone time, Saturday morning.

Maybe it was the lakefront view, hidden by all the trees, but surrounded by an array of beautiful sweet-smelling wildflowers, but Akko felt happy. A lot happier than she had been this whole week.

The sky was a beautiful shade of blue, not clear, but the clouds and the gentle touch of the breeze made it feel refreshingly cool in this fair weather.

After reveling in the absolute beauty of nature, the brunette deemed it worthy to take her much needed breather, not only physically but for her mind especially.

“Hey, there girl.” She greeted her partner for the day. “Thanks for being my company.” She held out her hand, the horse nuzzling against it. “You were such a tomboy to all those other guys, ey? That mister told me.” She sighed, encircling her arms around the mare, hugging it. “Yet you’re so gentle with me. Guess we empathize pretty well.”

She laughed as the horse neighed, happy vibes all round them.

“That’s right… like some special spell connection… Soul RESONANCE!” Akko held her hand out, as if throwing a beam in the direction of her new friend. “Wow… that was so lame.” She snickered mirthlessly at herself with a blush spreading across her cheeks, falling on her back under the shade of the tree.

She had a blanket in the pack she had brought with her, some food as well, but now she just didn’t feel like moving a whole lot.

The tranquility of the area was beckoning her so temptingly, she consented to being lulled to sleep by the song of the forest.

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If someone were to claim that they had the best dream ever, Akko would no doubt beg to differ. There was none that could top hers, and this was not an opinion. To her, it was an unbiased fact.

Imagine yourself in a clear field on a fair day, lying on the grass softer than comforters, and surrounded by flowers with scents fresher and more natural than any air freshener. Peacefully, in a state of bliss, having just eaten, and played to her heart’s content and now simply resting. Resting.

The best part of this paradise was that the breeze was not the only one caressing her face and going through her strands of hair. Nature’s tune was not the only one playing, soothing her senses in a comforting tickle in her ears.

Ah, the bliss of the companionship of another person. The feel of their soft skin against yours. The way your eyes met as loving smiles rested on both your faces. Simply the way they held your hand and were just… there. For you.

Their warmth.

Her warmth.

Dia-

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“Woah!” Akko woke up with a start. Her heart was thumping wildly. Her whole face, all the way to the tips of her ears and down her neck burned an unbearable heat. The wind did nothing to cool down the fire within her as she remembered the vividness, the too realistic feel of everything, the gazes, the touches, the smiles…

The warmth.

“And I thought I swore not to think about her.” Akko shielded her eyes from the afternoon sun that had now seemed to pass from the peak of the morning sky. Possibly the time would be around two in the afternoon. “Why are you doing this to me… Diana.”

“Well, I apologize for it if this is the reason behind your… less eccentric behavior.”

Akko literally jumped at the voice. So high, only now noticing that she had a blanket draped over her shoulders and that her hair was now in a braid instead of its free state she had left it in earlier. She had not even bothered to wear her little ponytail, and now it was in a neat loose braid, pulled to the side.

“Please do not overreact. It’s almost as if you did not expect my presence.” Diana took a sip from a familiar thermos cap, this time filled with tea.

“I didn’t. Not. At. All!” Akko did her best to stress the phrase, trying to get her point across. “Who would?!”

“Is really all that unexpected?”

“YES!” Akko felt at her wits end. How could the girl look so calm?!

Unbeknownst to her, Diana’s countenance was all but a façade to hide her well-jumbled mess of an inside labeled as “feelings”.

She had an inkling of a feeling that is was, indeed, Akko who took the wild horse for a ride, but having those ideas confirmed, and finding the girl in an… endearing way, in such a beautiful setting, no painting Diana had seen could compare.

The way she softly breathed, not snoring at all, her hair pooling around her head, light striking her at the most perfect angle, making her seem as if she were glowing, everything was just so breathtaking.

Especially her hair.

Yes, the hair.

Diana had always hoped to see Akko the way she was in the mansion, all her hair down, gently flowing along the contour of her back.

Yet, she also could not keep her hands to herself for long, as she had draped her own blanket, packed in a saddle bag, over Akko, now carefully brushing the hair from her eyes, hands going down her face gently as to not rouse her.

And it ended in a braid somewhat.

She had enough shame to dismiss thoughts of things such as lap pillows, at least.

“Diana? Hey!” Akko waved a hand in front of her face, trying to snap her out of her stupor. The girl worried as she no longer responded in their conversation a while ago, and just found her in a daze. “You okay?”

“Eh? Ah… mm.”

“Really?” Akko eyed her suspiciously.

“Yes, Akko. I’m alright.”

“Ok, but if you start feeling bad, tell me, okay? Okay? Don’t make me worry.” She whispered the last part to herself, Diana’s ears barely catching it. “Anyway, I was asking if you had eaten or anything?”

At the question, the blonde heiress’ stomach growled, and the answer was made clear.

“Geez, care for yourself a bit more, please?” Akko crossed her arms, picking Diana’s blanket from the ground, and leading her back to her spot under the tree, (She had somehow managed to roll away a few meters-then again, Akko was always an... "active" sleeper) laying her picnic blanket out, a Tupperware with salad, and some ham and egg sandwiches displayed.

Diana stared at Akko’s outstretched hand that wanted to pull her up when she realized the girl had yet to move after her.

“Come on.” She rolled her eyes, tugging the girl lightly, and with a surprising amount of strength that she stumbled forward, being caught in a pseudo embrace. “M-my bad.” The brunette immediately quickly released her companion and went to sit in the spot.

“Okay.” Diana replied, delayed, as she realized she hadn’t really packed a lunch. Now she just felt ashamed. She wanted to tell Akko, but maybe the girl was a mind reader.

“I’m betting you were so busy, you didn’t have time to pack any lunch, right? It’s not much, but… care to join me?” The Cavendish girl could not say no. “If I knew you’d hang out with me like this, I would’ve whipped up something a bit more… to your taste?”

She knew she could cook, but her modest lunch didn’t quite look right, sitting next to such a prestigious lady. It made her a little insecure, and Diana did not want to see her that way.

“It’s more than enough for me.” She smiled at the girl with all the reassurance she could muster, sitting- not across from her, but right next to her, almost at the proximity they shared on a night they could not forget. “And a little birdy flew by today to tell me a secret, that one Miss Kagari was quite the cook.” And maybe she threw in some confidence-boosters, if only to enjoy the blush she elicited from her… friend.

“Wh-who told you something like that? Ugh… now I’m set up for a disaster of a disappointment.” She covered her face. “Not only in magic, but cooking too?!”

Diana looked at her perplexed. Where was her usual unabashed pride? Or was that all a front to cover these… weaknesses she now showcased to the prodigy.

“You are the farthest thing from a failure.” Diana spoke seriously, with conviction, voice not wavering as she grabbed Akko’s hand with one of hers, and reached out to take a sandwich. “And I’ll show you!”

Biting the sandwich, her eyes nearly rolled to the back as she couldn’t help a satisfied moan from slipping out. Yes, it was her intention to assure the girl, and if Hannah herself, said that the girl could cook, then no doubt it was the truth.

She had prepared her taste buds for the best, and the worst, but this… it certainly defied her expectations.

If the sandwich Hannah had prepared for her was pleasing, this was heavenly!

“Is it really that good?” Akko asked, uncertain after receiving no comment.

“Yessssss… It’s wonderful.” Diana hummed in approval, taking another bite, hand going to her cheek as she closed her eyes in pure bliss.

“Thank goodness.”

“You were that concerned?” Diana quirked a brow, as the other had taken her own share of food. “I mean, you should have more confidence in something that tastes this divine!”

“Thanks… I’m no good at food magic, or I guess magic in general, but… I’m confident in the cooking my mom loves so much.”

And the blonde couldn’t help but stare at that faraway look in her counterpart’s eyes, as she only held the bread in hand, quiet.

“Do you… perhaps… miss your mother?” The melancholy wafting off Akko made her heart twinge, she could feel the longing, as she missed her own mother as well, though she could not see her as Akko could.

“Yeah… I’ve missed her for five years now.”

Or maybe they were alike in that respect.

“I guess that was what made my heart hurt so much when I found out about your family.” Akko gave her a sorrowful smile.

“We’re just two kids who need the warmth of their moms, huh?” She contemplated, but shook her head, biting into the sandwich. “Ooh.. this is good. I’m proud of myself Hahaha.”

Diana knew she was trying to change the subject.

“The food is nice, so let’s… forget about the sad stuff.” Akko said quietly for the last time. “Now, let’s enjoy! It’s such a waste with this amazing place that is perfect for private enjoyment. How bout we play in the water a bit after lunch? Oh but we can feed the horses too, I brought some treats they’d like. Right girl?” Akko winked at her horse that whinnied, as it nudged Diana’s stallion that also responded.

“Hahaha… They get along so well.” Diana giggled, enjoying the ambiance.

“Like us?”

The comment certainly caught her off guard. She now was caught in a staring contest with the brunette mischief-maker, gaze intense, hiding those bits of anxiousness again. Diana took her hand again, now ready to put that smile back on her face.

“Yes, like us.”

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The two frolicked the rest of their afternoon away, splashing around, running even more, playing with their animal pals, and just enjoying the other’s company.

Burnt out, and the sun sinking low, they packed up and decided to go home.

Diana now donned the jacket she had brought along, the evening temperature lowering. Akko just kept her blanket on, draped around her smaller frame as she hummed a tune.

Diana savored the music, appreciating each note- Akko’s voice was well-developed and strong.

It stopped.

“Akko?” She was worried, and confused now.

“Hey Diana?” The strong voice was no more, it was now nearly a whisper.

“Yes?” She replied as kindly as she could.

“When we get back… will you… avoid me again?”

Her heart clenched. The young Cavendish wanted to now spew a thousand apologies and more for what she was doing, but… she knew what giving Akko attention meant. Her focus would be done for.

But still…

“I will not.”

“Then why?” Akko asked, the horses now stopping side by side. “Why did you start?” It was so weak, so sad, and hurt. So cold, contrasting the intensity of her burning gaze.

Diana had only one answer, well a question rather. The only response crossing her mind.

“I need to know… what are we?”

Akko felt her breath stop, heart in her throat.

“I have these… thoughts and… feelings, so I can’t concentrate any more. What is this Akko? What have we been doing lately? Why do I want to spend my time with you?” Diana breathed out, meeting, confronting her thoughts.

“I don’t know.” Diana’s heart sunk. She didn’t know what answer she was expecting, but immediately realized this wasn’t it. “I don’t know but… what I do know is that I feel the same way.”

And as it sunk, it jumped so high, running faster than they ever could with their legs. “Y-you do?”

“Yeah.” Akko scratched her cheek, embarrassed as their rides began to move slowly again.

“Akko?”

“Hm?”

“What should we name this warmth?”

Now that was quite the unusual question. But Akko already knew her answer.

“How ‘bout we start it off with… friends?”

Diana sighed a bit, but then smiled. It was the best conclusion, and rushing into whatever this was recklessly would do neither of them any good.

“That would be acceptable.”

They shook on it, but afterwards, refusing to let go as they rode home that way, hand in hand.

And again, on a night so cold, all they could feel was…

Warmth.

~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~

“I’ll tell you time, and time again.

From the moment we start ‘til the end,

On any night,

with such marvelously gleaming light,

I’ll keep you as you keep me far from harm,

In arms so warm.”

“You will forever be my ‘Warm Diana’”

~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~

OMAKE:

“By the way, Diana. Tell Hannah to use this recipe for those treats she wanted to try. And that we can meet next Wednesday.” Akko smiled, handing over a piece of paper, she dug from her pocket on their way home.

They rented a broom at a shop since Akko had ridden with Lotte out, but had not thought of how to get back to the academy.

Now she was stuck behind Diana again, going through the magical terminal.

“I’m surprised you had something in common. Do you often spend time together?”

“Kind of? Hopefully we can also be friends!” She commented, a bit happier.

Her skin tingled as her hand was suddenly taken. On this small space of a broom.

“Please do become friends… “ Diana told her, but her voice squeaked a bit, “just… not closer than we are?” Akko could have squealed on the spot at the sheer adorableness in that look.

“Are you perhaps, jealous?” She grinned, needing to know the answer.

“N-no! How preposterous!”

“You are, aren’t you?”

“I most certainly am not!”

“Ehhhh??? Then I guess I will spend more time with Ha-“

“I’ll drop you!”

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A/N: Quick! Tell me what you think or I’ll die!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thanks for reading! I do hope you enjoyed.

~Shintori Khazumi

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Shameless Kink Meme

I stole this from InkBunny.

♥ General  ♥ Biting? Yes. Dirty talk? Yes. Femboys? Iffy. Frotting? Yes. Handjobs/finger jobs? Good yes. Ice? I could try it. Kissing? Forever yes. Leather? In moderation, sure. Licking? Obviously yes. Scratching? Only if it leaves marks. Spanking? As above. Uniforms? For the most part, yes. Unintelligent partners? Depends. Voyeurism? Sure. Feet? ... Armpits? No preference, never tried it. Pregnancy? YEP. Male pregnancy? Uh no. Omegaverse? I would consider it. ♥  Anal  ♥ Anal sex? Yep. Gaping? Yep. Pegging? Yep. Rimming? Fuck yes. ♥  Species  ♥ Human? Yes. Furries? Yes. Scalies? Fave. Ferals? Yes. Divinities? I guess. Pokémon/Yokai/Digimon/etc? Yes. Elves? Yes. Dwarves? Yes. Monsters? YES. Vampires? Maybe. Probably not. Werewolves? YES. Aliens? Yes. ♥  Super Kinky  ♥ Worship? Eh... Breeding? YES. Crossdressing? ... consensual, sure. Double penetration? Why not more? Drugs? Depends. Alcohol? As above. Enemas? Hard no. Hair pulling? Just don’t pull it out. Asphyxiation? Safe, yes. Gun play? Nah. Knife play? Nope. Blood play? Nada. Immobilization? I could do it. Multiple partners? Sexually, yes. Romantically, no. Dubcon? God yes. Shaving? No. Choking? Yes yes yes. Age play? Yisss. Incest? Fave to the max. Macro/micro? Seperately, yes, within bounds. Abuse? Eh. Bukkake? Depends on if I’m giving or receiving. Squirting? ... eh. Could live without. Vaginal sex? Yes. Virginity? Sure? Fisting? YES Cream pie? YESSSSS Snowballing? The gift that keeps on giving. (Yes) Scat/water sports? No/only in certain circumstances. Inflation? Only with certain things. Shrinking? On it’s own, pass. As a set-up, sure. Vore? Sure. Guro? Maybe. Emeto? Ugh, no. Face fucking? Yep. Begging? ... maybe. Master/slave? Again, maybe. BDSM? Top level kink. Diapers? No. Necro? Mmmmm depends. Mutilation? Pass. Cannibalism? As a kink? Not even once. 

[thiskhertilove]

at 8:30pm while he was cooking fried fish we bought along the road, i told him to buy coke at the store downstairs.

he went and got back saying the store is already closed.

after maybe 15 minutes i looked for him.

his housemate answered “ninaog to. naa guro paliton. ana pa gani sya kinsa daw naay papalit.”

ugh this khert. he didn’t have to :(

next store after ours downstairs is down this hill along the toad :((

[bwicblog]

AA: spoilern alernt, flarnping in the rnain fucking S U C K S.

AA: got mud all the way up to my goddamn flaps.

AA: n, p surne I've got mud I N them, ugh.

ID: clearly you need me to show you how it's done. =:P

AA: lmao, y, mb when yrn off bedrnest, dude. >:}

AA: I'm playing forn bodies, but that doesn't mean I want Y R N S.

ID: psh not wanting my hot bod, i'm crushed. =:'(

ID: tho i get what you mean, the mud is the fucking worst.

AA: lmaoooo. soz, soz. am I supposed to say yrn hella hot now to soothe yrn poorn ego?

ID: obvs. =:P

ID: my ego has been brushed enough at this fair! =>:(

ID: ...bruised.

AA: too late.

ID: =>:I i'm working with one hand here, i demand a break.

AA: it's been brnushed and now you gotta polish it, orn shit'll just look fucking tacky.

AA: lmaoooo.

AA: I offerned you a wornm, dude.

AA: you C Ö U L D be, wtf did prni say AA: 8/10 hot A N D w two frnonds, but n, you gotta go and get squicked on me. >:P

ID: i think i lost enough blood without feeding it to a worm too.

AA: blood comes back, suck it uppp.

AA HAS ATTACHED lolheded.jpeg! It is a troll trying to wrench his leg out of a bog. AA: lmaoooo, evernyone sucks at this sO harnd. AA: wtf you up to?

AA: feeling bettern yet?

ID: i mean. define better. i'm not feeling like i'm about to die.

ID: i'm on my way to pheres' cart for some bandaging and a shirt. and pay.

AA: k, good. >:} AA: make him buy you food too!!

AA: when's the last time you ate??

ID: uhhh.

ID: the pizza night?

AA: soz forn ditching, btw, totes was like.. not thinking abt

AA:

AA: lmfao, what the fuuuuuck.

AA: congrnats, yrn a trnashcan firne, brnah.

AA: y, make him feed you.

ID: at least i'm not a fucking mud monster. =:P

ID: i mean i'm preparing myself for a whole lot of fussing, don't worry. he's already trying to talk me in to getting a room.

AA HAS ATTACHED godkingmudmonstertoyou.jpeg!

ID: did you fucking roll in the mud?

ID: you oinkbeast.

AA: he is a fussy fangs. >:P AA: and y! well, n. Ï HID in the mud and then jumped out.

AA: tactics, mothernfuckern.

ID: okay godking oinkbeast. =:P

SS: (Wtf, Hads, I thought you were food acquisition extraordinaire. (\ene/) You tellin me a temp -3 to CHA courtesy a lookin like you already been culled's enough to stop you??) SS: (Ain't you supposed to, like, work that ish for pity?)

ID: uh actually i think looking like i do makes peeps want to help me more.

AA: y, y, that's the joke, gj.

AA: >:P

ID: i was just feeling like garbage too much to take advantage.

ID: =>:P

ID: let a one-handed guy finish sips.

ID: you're just all too fast for me. =:P

AA: lmaoo. well, I can manage arnd stabbing folks, so I think you oughta manage just fine. >:P

ID: well if you finish up soonish, hit me up around pheres'. probably take him a while to patch me up. especially if i can get him to get the fucking stitches out.

AA: mm, mb, mb!! will drnop by, at least. >:} AA: laaal. you wanna come with??

ID: well now you gotta, or else my pumper will get all crushed. =:P

AA: yrn pushern is so frnagile, omggg. >:}

ID: it's been through a lot okay. =:'(

AA: y, y, will come. AA: you taking a whale back orn staying up herne, btw??

ID: haven't decided yet. still got time. depends how much i've healed too.

ID: rather not be in this huge-ass city all busted up.

AA: y, well, come rnide W me and lal. it'll be fuuuuuun.

AA: and i totes will just keep my phone on voice2text. >:} since he whined abt it so much last time.

ID: got my lusus to worry about remember. =:P

AA: oh, lame. laaaaame. AA: .. I can drnive supern fucking slow. >:P

ID: sorry we can't all have easily portable lusii. =:P maybe! i don't want to slow you and lal down if you both need to be back or whatever.

AA: naaah. mb?? AA: .. eh, if you can't rnide w us, you should totes rnide w prni. trnavelling is, like, waaaaay morne fun w ppl. AA: also, you'll, like, look less like cullbait, js. >:}

ID: fucking rude. =:P

ID: pri is a ways away in the wrong direction i think. idk. we'll see!

SS: (Wait, where am I gettin wigglernapped to?)

SS: (Soz, missed some ish through Sipa's unique and charmin quirk accent. (\ eue/) )

SS: (Aka dropped my palm husk in a hay pile.)

AA: dude, when they say a quick rnoll in the hay, it's not supposed to be lits. js. >:} AA:and we'rne gonna go watch hads get bits rnipped out by phern.

AA: it'll be fuuuuuun.

ID: if he doesn't do it you will, right sips? =:P

ID: stitches don't agree with my fragile lil bod.

SS: (Define 'bits,' omfg - I'm delicate, my constitution can't handle straight up guro ish and the bleatbeast!) SS: (Guro or furry ish, pls limit to one.)

AA: n, dude, half the fun is seeing you go grneen when you find out.

ID: just no barfing on me lal.

AA: bc spoilern alernt, yrn totes going grneen.

SS: (No reverse vore, got it.) (\unu/) )

SA: laledy, I believe in you. You were okay for the fight weren't you?

SS: (And shit, pal, here I thought I was gonna go violet!)

SS: (Give or take a stab wound!)

SS: (Nah, I totes swooned! Didn't you see 'em valiantly carry the greenblood away? That was totes me.)

AA: n, n, that only happens when you stay in the trnap forn morne than fourn hourns, soz.

SA: wasn't Hadean in the bathtub for several hours over four when we first met.

SA: I don't remember.

ID: was that when we first met? i did spend a lot of time in a tub.

SA: swooned... laledy, you should get a costume. Maybe you will have fun with Sipara and the others acting

SS: (N, def me! Like we totes said, I'm going violet!)

ID: no gills. =:'(

SA: it's a scientific fact that non seadwellers are softer to the touch anyways

SA: so it's for the best

SA: no scales

AA: oh my god, y. AA: pls get a costume. frnom phern.

SA: 😄

AA: it'll be grn8. >:}

AA: and eyy, you and hads can M A T C H.

SA: please don't put laledy in a stripper outfit. I think they at least deserve better than that.

SS: (Shit, pal, I'm down to be a booth babe.)

SS: (Y, SA's got it right! Gimme the hooker outfit like I deserve. (\unu/) )

ID: i will forever be the booth babe master, let's be real.

SA: I-- oh, well, if that's what you really want. 😮

AA: hads, my dude, you can't just say that.

AA: you gotta C'O M P E T E.

ID: fite me lal.

AA: lmao. >:} y, exactly.

SA: what if others want to compete

SA: a booth babe tournament

SA: Sipara, go

SS: (I nominate Sipa to be my champion.)

AA: n, no one else is prnetty enough, soz. AA: and fuck off, it'd be totes unfairn forn M E to compete, dude.

SS: (For fightin, not for babe-ness.)

AA: do you see these abs?? shit's unrneal.

SA: I think im pretty enough 😠

ID: i'll beat all of you any night. anyways, pris! pheres is at the greenblood circle now. so go there and not the maroon circle or where ever he was before. i'm gonna get walking. and i want my eyes free to watch anyone who wants to mess with me.

SA: Sipara wins on abs alone

SS: (Shit, wait, can we have Pheres judge? He's, like, got a thing for green, right?)

SA: I will.

AA: soz, prni, you totes ain't. yrn, like, qt.

SS: (Sipa wins on accounta I'm p sure she can, like, pick me up with one frond and I'm p sure I'm too intimidated to fight that ish.)

AA: like a barnkbeast.

SA: but I wanted to be handsome

AA: totes diff genrne.

SA: but will you fight her in a contest of looks laledy

SA: that's the most important part

AA: ... idk abt one frnond, but now we'rne totes gonna have to see. >:}

SA: oh. Now you've done it 🙃

SS: (Omfg.)

SS: (I demand a one-fronded Sipa carriage to tote me around.)

SS: (And, SA, think of it this way: if you're up an competin with someone on, like, any front.)

SS: (And they can up and do that.)

SS: (D'you really wanna challenge 'em?)

SA: perhaps at a safe distance, with a required boundary line.

SS: (Zactly!)

SA: but I also weigh little enough anyone could pick me up. I am sure Sipara could lift you and I together

SS: (You hear that, Sipa??)

AA: boundarny lines arne forn cheaters and cowa

SS: (He's totes sure!!)

AA: !!!!!!!!!!!!!

SS: (Are you gonna let him down??)

AA: now we gotta fucking do it. way2babully, prni, jfc.

SA: what is... babully..

AA: ugghhh

AA: I've got some chucklehead trnying to fucking get back up. brnb, brnb. lal, you explain!!SA: be careful Sipara

SS: (Well, you see.)

SS: (When a troll and her ability to talk proper-like love each other v v much, they hook up!)

SS: (But trolls ain't made for datin abstract concepts, so it inevitably goes real sideways-like, and results in ish like trolls decidin they ain't never gonna have ish to do with talkin proper-like again.)

SS: (And that's why Sipara doesn't know how to talk right.)SA: but... what does babully mean

SA: I understand Sipara may have a strange quirk and not speak with perfect grammar or syntax

SA: so is your relationship with the abstract concept of language doing alright?AA: is that also why i'm gonna say you should go pail yrn lusus?? yrn the wornst, omfg. and stfu, prni, you know my quirnk is  G RN8. >:P

SA: :thinking:

SA: :laughing:

AA: it's a bb bully, duuuh.

SA: oh

SA: I'm a good person, I'm not a bully

SA: :lying_face:

AA: that's a box 2 me, brnah, dd.

SA: oh...

SA: I tried

AA: omggg, don't go all glum.

AA: yrn so a bully. bc you darned me and ppl gotta take darnes.  >:}

SA: it was an emoji that was saying j was lying

SA: you could also say no and tell me to hush

SA: another option

AA: LMAO WHAT

AA: omfg, yrn trneachernous. >:'{

SA: :hugging:

SA: now let me hug you with my traitorous hands

SA: I promise nothing bad will happen

SA: this is a joke

SS: (That's, like, the least ominous ish I've heard tonigh twixt the bleatbeast ish and the stitch-pulling, negl.)

AA: oh my god, yrn nevern getting a hug again, jsyk.

SA: I will ask Hadean for one

SA: :cry:

SA: since you won't share hugs

SS: (Sipa, quick, go hide Hads. (\qnq/) )

SA: does that mean I win, laledy?

SS: (Depends, pal, if you win does that mean you ain't gonna go all Bewear on me??)

SS: (Cos I ain't a man of pride, pal, I'm down to forfeit for, like, my life. (\unu/) )

SA: oh I wouldn't do that anyways.

SA: :smiley:

SA: you are all safe with me

SS: (I totes believe you. (\qnq/) )

SA: I'm glad

SA: I must rest now. I will see you later laledy

SS: (See ya laters! (\eue/) )