#sorry lu :c

[maesonc-artistic-adventures]

Whatever Mask did, I’m sure it’s not his fault.

[hundredblooms]

GROWLING BARKING SNARLING

[puffdoesstuff]

[Volume warning]

I needed to try and lip-sink, so...

[tell-me-again]

ROYAL NIRVANA —final thoughts

Watched the entire show in about 3 days.

No drama has made me weep this hard. I have watched nirvana in fire and it still didn’t make me ache as much as this one did. The production quality, the politics, the cast and the costuming is great.

Tbh I wasn’t really that invested on the main pairing all that much, it was mostly due to my personal preference as romance in drama is not my cup of tea but even then, the relationship just seemed so forced? The actors are amazing and Luo Jin clearly did a fantastic job as the main lead and same goes for Ms Li Yitong as dear Abao, but I couldn’t help but feel it being dragged.

The biggest complaint relating to the two characters, maybe the show itself, is the whole hidden identity plotline that they tried so hard to make work but flopped. Atleast for a good chunk of the show the writers desperately wanted us to keep us impatient for the revelation, but each new episode came, more reasons came to dislike the otp. The suffering the girl goes through is first. Also , there is happy music playing because ml and fl are back together so suddenly when just a moment ago the ml had punished the fl by flocking her(though he is not aware of her true identity yet)

Also allow me to mourn the missed opportunities! Instead of not dumbing her down and letting the cp know beforehand so they can be awesome partner in crimes, they instead opt to turn her into a fool and the root of all trouble. I mean for the love of GOD just let him know, he fell into like 20 traps and caught trust issues because you can’t tell him your name and make it easier for all of us. At first I could understand why she hid her identity cuz i mean she is the daughter of a convicted man who was executed, but as the episodes went by I found myself begging the gods to end it all. Not to mention the abuse was just so unnecessary??? Like the very foundation of this show relies on the cp and how kind he is and how everything done against him is justified, but then he turns around and shows us that to people lower than him, he is capable of just as much cruelty as his father.

Which oh boy….his FATHER of whom i will talk about in another post but yes, back to the ml and fl.

Given the time period tho I understood. The drama itself is trying to depict the more harsher and real side of politics and given heavy inspiration from patriarchal Song Dynasty, I am not suprised and didn’t really necessarily turn me off from the ML. And I wouldn’t even mention this here if it weren’t for the fact that the scene when he found out about ml being Mr Lu’s daughter fell FLAT. Acting wasn’t the problem but the writing. It lasted for like 2 minutes? Torturing that lasted for what i understand , months, and 2 minutes of reconciliation. Maybe I remember it wrong but it was just so, it was not up to the mark.

Other than this, i had no issues with the romance plot, tho I wasn’t the most attentive student anyway. As far as I am concerned i was here for politics and OH BOY did they d e l i v e r

Alot…actually, quenched my thirst AND gave me hyponatremia. There were times when i could not catch up, and I don’t even remember the draggy small plots around ep30-43 ish? the translation work also isn’t the best, but beggars can’t be choosy.

The drama gets draggy around the middle but then shoots off near the end again.

[n-333-o]

[lxkeee]

MY LOVE, IS MINE ALL MINE

—PART SIX

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Fallen Angel! Fem! Reader

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Warnings: none

Notes: sorry it took awhile^^" this is a long chapterr and Happy Valentine's day everyone<3

Word count: 2.5k

PART ONE | PART FIVE | PART SEVEN

It has been two days since [y/n] started living with Lucifer in the palace of hell that is located in the pride circle. It's awkward to say the least, it has been years since... Well, they spent time with each other.

Lucifer on the other hand is very overprotective over her, making sure she's alright even though she has already fully healed herself.

Both fallen angels spent most of their time just talking and catching up with one another. Lucifer shared to her what happened with his marriage and [y/n] sharing to him what happened to her in heaven when he was gone and she also told him about her time at the hotel with Charlie.

Currently the two are in the living room of the palace, Lucifer's head on [y/n]'s lap as she plays with his hair. Fingers weaving through silky blond locks, soft against her fingertips. Lucifer's eyes are closed as he enjoys the sensation of her fingers running through his hair and massaging his scalp. He misses this so much, it brought back a sense of deja vu to him. Reminding him of the past where he and [y/n] would just be lying down on the clouds, cloud gazing while she plays with his hair and his head on her lap. Lucifer wonders what his life would be if he chose to stay in heaven and didn't break any rules. Would he have been happy with [y/n]? Lucifer mentally asked himself, realizing the thought made his cheeks warmed up.

[Y/n] raises an eyebrow as she watches the man shake his head to himself, laughing quietly to herself.

“What's got you thinking? I just saw you physically disagree with whatever thought you just had.” [y/n] says with a small chuckle, looking down on him. Strands of her hair falling off from her ear where she tucked them, silk like [h/c] locks caressing Lucifer's cheeks. Lucifer looks up and sees her gazing at him, curiosity in her eyes, her hair framing her face perfectly. She looked absolutely divine. Wait a minute, since when did he start looking at his best friend through heart shaped pink colored glasses?!

The realization made his jaw drop, [y/n] getting more confused as she placed her fingers underneath his chin to close his mouth again.

“Now I am really curious what's going on inside that head of yours.” [y/n] mutters, her hand had stopped playing with his hair moments ago.

Lucifer shakes his head, “It is nothing, just... Hell stuff...” he says awkwardly with a laugh, his fingers pulling his collar as it suddenly felt too tight around his neck.

[Y/n] looked at him with her eyebrow still raised but eventually sighs, deciding not to push him to say whatever is bothering him. “Whatever you say, Lu.” she says softly and the comfortable silence falls between them once more. [Y/n] humming a tune while she plays with his hair once more while Lucifer was having an internal conflict.

“It has been awhile since I've last visited the hotel, how about we go and see how the others are?” [y/n] murmurs softly, Lucifer opens his eyes to look at her. His red eyes dilated as he gazed up at her, a soft look on his face. He grins at her, showing her that toothy smile that she loves.

“What a wonderful idea, we should visit them!” Lucifer grins, excited to see his daughter again. Although, not really thrilled in seeing the other sinners. Especially that radio demon. He knows that the bastard would try to pull something that will annoy him.

Lucifer sighs once more, [y/n] wondering what got him to change his mood again. At this point she got used to it.

Sitting up, leaving the comfort of her lap. He sat and faced her, seeing her hair falling into her face, he gently tucks it behind her ear.

The two stared at each other a few seconds before quickly avoiding each other's gazes. Cheeks heating up.

“... Right, we should visit them right now” Lucifer says, clearing his throat awkwardly and [y/n] turns to look at him once more.

“Like... Right now..?” She asked with a raised eyebrow and he nodded.

[Y/n] clears her throat, trying to calm her fast beating heart. She expected this, her buried feelings now unraveling like petals of a newly bloomed flower.

Awkward...

Lucifer coughs awkwardly, turning around to look at her, “If you're ready, we can go right now...?” he suggested and [y/n] looked at him, slightly in deep thought.

“Can you give me some time to prepare something? I want to bring something to them when we visit.” [y/n] says softly and Lucifer sighed but gave her a gentle toothy smile.

“Alright.”

[Y/n] decided to use Lucifer's kitchen, the king of hell watching her as he leans against the door frame, admiring her figure as she puts on an apron. [Y/n] approaches him, turning around for her back to face him. The ties of the apron are still not tied.

Lucifer smiled and his hand gently worked with the ties of the apron, tying it securely. “I missed eating your cookies, I remember you used to bake me duck shaped cookies.” he says, nostalgia evident in his voice.

[Y/n] chuckles softly, remembering the memories. “Indeed, you often helped me when I baked.” she says and he smiled, turning around as he too wore an apron, [y/n] tying the ties of the apron.

With a flick of his fingers, Lucifer summoned the ingredients they needed. [Y/n]'s eyes sparkled in awe as she sees the ingredients now on the counter.

The two fallen angels began working on the sweets they planned on making, moving around the pristine kitchen. Working together side by side. Lucifer was tasked with whisking the dry ingredients with the wet ingredients. [Y/n] behind him, looming over his smaller body, her hand on his waist while her other hand held his hand that was holding the whisk. Guiding him on how to whisk it.

‘Goodness, she's so close.’ Lucifer thought nervously. His ears felt unbelievably warm.

“Just like that, good.” she murmurs, against his ears. Oh god, he feels like he's about to pass out.

Suddenly he's very hyper aware. He could feel the softness of her skin against his, her hair occasionally caressing his neck as she leans on his shoulder. The hand on his waist, the hand on his waist, the hand on hIS WAIST. Suddenly he could feel how hot his body was, his heart beating so erratically against his ribcage.

“Lu? Are you okay? You seem spaced out...” [y/n] says worriedly as she noticed the man seemed to freeze while whisking.

[Y/n]'s facial expression softens, admiring the man in front of her. He still looked beautiful as the day she lost him.

Removing her hand from his wrist, that hand gently cupped his cheek. Breaking him out of his thoughts, jumping slightly.

“Jesus... You surprised me.” He sighs, placing a hand over his chest to calm his fast beating heart. The golden organ beating against his ribcage.

[Y/n]'s eyes soften, “You spaced out for a second, I got worried.” she says softly, brushing away the strands of blond hair away from his face that was beginning to fall into his face.

“Are you okay?” she asked him worriedly and he gave her a gentle smile, nodding.

“I am alright, I was just... Thinking...” he answers, voice gentle. He wouldn't tell her that he was thinking about her. How he was basically thinking about her touch.

“If you say so...” she says hesitantly and they eventually return to baking.

They just made the classic chocolate cookies and also baked an apple pie.

They arranged the cookies and placed them into two rectangular boxes, they made enough for the hotel crew. [Y/n] carefully placed the apple pie on the cake container, allowing it to cool down first.

The two decided to change into a cleaner set of clothes as the ones they were wearing were dirtied when they were baking.

Lucifer gifted her clothes of course, she has her own room, a few doors away from his.

[Y/n] decided to wear a cute dress that was on her wardrobe, slipping it over her body. Applying some light makeup on her face. Grabbing a brush, her hand gently moving as she began to brush her hair.

After changing and meeting up in the living room, the two fallen angels didn't notice that they accidentally matched color schemes with their outfits.

Lucifer wore his usual white suit with red accents while [y/n] wore a white with red accents short dress that reaches her knees.

[Y/n] decided to carry the two boxes of cookies they've made, though, Lucifer wanted to be the one to carry it but the woman insisted as he would be the one to teleport them to the hotel.

Lucifer sighs but gives her an understanding smile, placing his arm behind her back and allowing his hand to rest on her waist. The action caught the woman off guard as she could feel heat creeping up to her cheeks.

Lucifer didn't notice how that simple action could fluster her so much, he thought it was nothing as he only wanted to make sure she teleports with him.

With a snap of his fingers, sparkling red smoke covered their bodies. The scenery of the palace's living room morphs as they teleport, now, they're in front of the Hazbin Hotel front doors.

Charlie was just discussing with the gang about what they're planning to do once Adam and the exorcists will come. Their attention was diverted as knocks were heard on the doors of the hotel.

“Oooh new guests?” Angel Dust says with a smirk, lying on his stomach as he lies on the couch, taking up the entire space.

Alastor was just grinning as he sat on the cushioned chair, Niffty sitting on his shoulders and playing with his hair.

Vaggie was sitting at the bar area with Husk still bartending. Sir Pentious was sitting with them too. The egg boys are just walking around.

Charlie's eyes sparkled, walking to the front door. Opening it to see her dad and... [Y/n]...?!

“Charlieee!” Lucifer greeted as he immediately hugged the girl, [y/n] laughing softly behind them.

Angel Dust looked at Husk, wondering if he saw the same thing as him.

The two fallen angels looked like they were matching outfits. Angel Dust gave them a smirk, in which the two fallen angels were confused why.

“Dad?! I didn't know you were going to visit? And Miss [y/n] I am glad to see you again.” Charlie smiled and approached the woman in which the older woman hugged the girl.

“[y/n] here wanted to visit and I thought why not? Also, we brought cookies! We baked them!” Lucifer says proudly, a grin on his face. [Y/n] laughs softly as she hands the two boxes to Charlie, in which the girl excitedly and happily accepts. “Really? Thank you so much!” Charlie says excitedly.

Charlie gave the two fallen angels a look before giving her dad a knowing smirk, Lucifer was confused.

The two fallen angels looked at each other and shrugged, not knowing what that was about. The two eventually went inside the hotel, closing the doors behind them.

[Y/n] was immediately pulled into the group, the hotel crew missing her. Lucifer smiles as he sits on the bar stool, admiring how she interacted with the others. No one is stupid, they can literally see the lovestruck look the King of Hell is giving the female fallen angel, they can literally see his dilated pupils. Charlie sat beside him, wiggling her eyebrows at him.

“What?” Lucifer deadpans, confused why his daughter is looking at him like that. Tearing his gaze away from his best friend.

Charlie nudges him, “You liked her don't you?” she teases him, Lucifer could feel his cheeks heat up once more.

“Me?! I think it's a little too early?” he says hesitantly and Charlie just gave him a raised eyebrow, clearly not believing him.

Husk scoffs behind the counter as he continues to wipe the glass, “Yeah, no one is believing that. We can literally see you giving her heart eyes and you two even looked like you guys are matching clothes.” Husk says nonchalantly and Lucifer had to double check his outfit and [y/n]'s.

They indeed looked like they were matching outfits.

Husk and Charlie could see the circles of Lucifer's cheeks redden even more. The king of hell was leaning his head against the counter, burying his face on his arm as he used it as a pillow, “It was a coincidence.” he explained and Husk just scoffs and chuckles.

“I think it's too early...” Lucifer murmurs, he doesn't want to admit it but he's scared of what Charlie will think. Will she think that he's replacing her mother?

Charlie's eyes soften, she places a hand on his shoulder for comfort. “You love her don't you? Long before I even existed and you still do and I think you shouldn't deny it dad. It's not healthy.” she murmurs softly and Lucifer sighs.

Charlie smiled softly at him, “If you're afraid of my opinion about this, I think you should go for it dad... I want you to be happy and Miss [y/n] seems to be a nice woman...” she says softly as she looks at the woman smiling with Sir Pentious and the egg boys as they ate the cookies that she and her dad brought. Charlie doesn't mind calling [y/n] her step mom. She already sees her like a mother figure already.

Lucifer's eyes softened, sparkling.

“You better shoot your shot, I think you're not the only one interested in her.” Husk says emotionlessly, gesturing behind Lucifer. The king of hell turned around and he could feel his eye twitch as Alastor gave him a smirk as the radio demon twirled the woman while she laughed.

Husk knows Alastor isn't interested, sure, the radio demon sees the woman more as a companion. He just needed to help this pathetic man they call a king to make a move.

Lucifer's sharp nails slightly graze the wooden counter in annoyance.

Charlie nudges him again, breaking his focus from the scene.

“Besides, I won't mind calling her mom. I won't replace my birth mother of course but Miss [y/n] is like a mom to me too. Allow yourself to be happy, dad.” Charlie says softly, smiling at her father.

Lucifer could feel himself get flustered at the idea. Him, Charlie, and [y/n] as a family. It doesn't sound so bad. It sounds amazing actually.

“Soon... I want to make sure that I am ready...” Lucifer says softly, his eyes looking at the woman who was happily conversing with a certain arachnid, chuckling softly as he notices her getting flustered. It might be because of what the arachnid has said to her.

Charlie smiled and nodded, “Take your time dad. You have all the time in the world.” she says softly and he nodded in agreement, “Indeed...”

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[apaise]

for the first few centuries of her existence, dani could not imagine a happier life for herself. she felt blessed to be a muse, to not only inspire great pieces of music, but to also witness its effect ripple throughout the world. she would help one person and they would help hundreds, thousands, teaching others they weren’t alone on this earth and that their collective feelings were heard. there was simply no purer joy. 

but as the years passed . . . the world changed. no matter how much heart dani poured into her work, trying to uplift artists and ensure their music was felt by those who needed it most . . . they would be buried in the rabble, eclipsed by those only who only sought fame. the human creation of the celebrity meant that dani had to search all the harder, seeking those who loved music above adoration. prominence poisoned people too, their dreams shifting from wanting to create something of meaning to merely wanting to establish a name for themselves. 

it became weary work, with dani sometimes wishing she was a muse of wealth instead. if she had gold flowing from her fingertips, she could give her starving musicians the time to create without having to spend their lives at jobs they loathed just to put food on the table. she never spoke of her dispiritedness, however, always putting on a smile when lily spoke of helping some young lawyer with her first debate or when ally spoke of forging a match between some florist and tattoo artist. 

her aulos was only another source of dread. while drake's mask would inspire humorous tales to delight a city, or hyejin’s compass would guide an explorer to unknown lands . . . dani’s aulos was passed around without any desire for use, kept as a strange ornament to ogle at. she abandoned the idea of discovering a new companion with her emblem, struggling in vain to find musicians on her own. 

it isn’t until the 21st century that dani finally feels that spark again -- not simply for her aulos being found, but . . . someone actually trying to play it. she follows that glimmer till it takes her to a corner of a park, far away from the joggers and dog-walkers. although the burble of the brook muffles the music some, dani could recognize her aulos from an ocean away, the plash of water actually complimenting the low octaves of the reeds. 

the artist wields it with surprising skill, weaving the notes in tune as if they were following some lyric or poetry. for a moment, dani feels transported to the days of old, back to the theater of dionysus where she first saw a performance with her aulos. yet the music here is much less predictable, experimental as its owner explores its possibilities with every breath. dani is enchanted as she listens, wondering if this awed haze is what it’s like for mortals to meet gods.

when she finally sees the artist properly, dani’s only further stunned. she knows this human, or rather -- immortal. luisa. dani had helped her eons ago in the 1300s when she’d been holed up in her room, fiddling with her instrument late into the night. additionally, for her sisters who had sought robin’s help with obtaining immortality for their loved ones . . . luisa had set an important precedent. robin decisions to grant her eternal life had opened a door to others having the same, and as a results, the sisters were rather grateful to this human who had once convinced death. dani knew a little of her talent in music as well -- lu’s fame was rather prominent on earth -- but she had never predicted their paths would cross like this. yet for the first time in a long while, dani feels excited. 

❝ it’s been three hundred years since i’ve heard anyone play that so beautifully, ❞ she approaches at last with a smile, truly captivated.

❝ you’re wonderfully talented. your fans are very lucky to follow someone with such passion, ❞ dani proclaims warmly, imagining it must be comforting to follow an artist like luisa with such love for music itself. her smile turns a little playful afterwards, beginning her introductions. ❝ though robin and nari did always mention you’re special. ❞ the latter, much more cryptically,  dani had learned to decipher the dream queen’s nonchalance after knowing her for centuries ( and diana’s help with interpreting ).

[pileofmush]

i accidentally deleted a cwismas request, i'm sorry anon :c. i hope u find this & tysm for ur hilarious request!

request: luffy + “tongue got stuck to a metal pole”?  (i just think it’s very fitting LOL and i love how u write luffy so x))

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“I can’t believe you sometimes, Lu,” you groan and throw your hands to the sky. How do you keep ending up in these ridiculous predicaments? Your love, your dreams, your hope—somehow, someway wound up with his tongue glued to a metal pole. “Only cartoon characters get their tongues stuck to poles,” you stress. “We are not cartoon characters!”

“I’m sawry!” says Luffy, body limp against the pole.

“We’re not even a block away from my house!” you whisper-yell.

“I’m sawry!” says Luffy.

“Get off the damn pole!”

“I’m twying!” whines Luffy.

You glance at your house and contemplate throttling your longtime boyfriend.

Why oh why did you choose today of all days to introduce your boyfriend to your family? Christmas is overrated—you should’ve chosen another day. You bet your entire family’s peering through the blinds right now, watching this tragedy unfold.

And why oh why did Luffy decide to lick a pole on the way to your childhood home? He shrugs when you ask him so. “Zoro durred meh,” he slurs.

Zoro…

Zoro dared him.

The words take a little while to process. You blink, dropping your face in your palms. “Oh God,” you moan, “I’m in love with an idiot.”

When you look back up, Luffy’s there, right in front of you. You startle; he stares, oddly solemn. “You’re in love with me?” he asks, voice cracked with frost.

You freeze.

A few seconds pass by. Neither of you move, as you consider your words.

You—well. You are.

“I am,” you repeat aloud, avoiding his eyes. Your arms slowly come up to fold across your chest. “I mean, of course I am. Why else would I be taking you to meet my parents?” you finish with a shrug.

Luffy takes in your words, nods, then tackles you into a snow bank. You wheeze, head spinning, but your heart is full of joy. You don’t think he’s rejecting you, if this has anything to show for it. But you can’t think much, anyway. The only thing you can register is the cold, damp snow, and Luffy’s wild, contagious laughter, and the freezing pair of hands racing up your sides.

Luffy does end up with a snowball to the face when he gets a little too eager, though.

“There’s no way I’m kissing you when you just made out with a pole, Lu.”

The pole-kisser sticks out his tongue. “Don’t be jealous!”

“I’m not jealous… Wha—put your tongue away!”

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13:34 - asakura shin sfw | fem!reader, she/her pronouns used 1.3k words

there she is again.

shin watches you enter the convenience store, grocery list floating around in your thoughts. cooking oil that your mother has requested that you buy (she's the reason you're out on this inconvenient convenience store trip, you were hoping to spend the day lounging around at home). your favorite brand of strawberry milk that you might as well get since you're out. your sister's favorite brand of potato chips that she texted you to get for her.

just like the past few times since he had first seen you in the store, you're just as pretty as ever. you've got this bored look on your face, one riddled with annoyance due to your mother, but shin finds it cute.

he smiles when the two of you make brief eye contact, one that lasts just barely over a second, a smile not only at you but also the fact that you looked his way in the first place.

sakamoto, adept as ever at reading facial expressions, doesn't need clairvoyance to understand that shin's taken an interest in the girl perusing the store. sakamoto watches shin's lovestruck face, his eyes nearing the shape of hearts and his cheeks and ears dusted with pink all over.

'how cute,' sakamoto thinks. he reminisces of the time he first fell in love with aoi, a picturesque love at first sight, set in a convenience store just like this. his story seems to be the opposite of shin's, where the store clerk, now, is the one who's fallen for the customer.

immediately, shin turns to face sakamoto, who's got a blank stare as he slurps on his nissin ramen. "sakamoto...!! i heard that!"

again, sakamoto remains blank-faced.

then, shin sighs. "it's not like i can do anything about it. i'm a worker and she's a customer. it'd be weird for me to make a move, don't you think?"

'not exactly,' sakamoto thinks. he looks down at his watch. it's almost 2 pm. 'your shift is almost up anyways, shin. lu and heisuke should be arriving soon.'

"huh? i thought i don't get out 'til 5 pm, though."

in response, sakamoto just stares at shin until he understands. then, he blushes. "oh..."

then, some rustling occurs from the other side of the counter. "excuse me... i'm ready to pay."

it's you.

sakamoto takes a step back and lets shin be the one to ring up your items.

you lay all of your items out on the counter haphazardly, all over the place. it's sort of silly in shin's eyes, knowing your thoughts behind it. 'agh, my sister seriously wanted five bags of these chips... and mom, does she really need three bottles of cooking oil? they better both pay me back as soon as possible.'

you look down meekly. 'please don't judge me,' you think, 'i just want to go back home.'

shin is silent. is now the time to strike up a conversation? should he be 100% professional and remain quiet? he's getting more and more flustered, so much so that he can't focus and rings up four bags of chips instead of five. he's feeling the same amount of stress as he would during an assassination mission.

"um... i think you need to scan one more bag of chips," you say.

you spoke to him. your voice is cute. you're cute.

just as quiet as your thoughts, he responds with a simple "...oh, you're right. sorry."

then, he hears a blessing.

'he's cute...'

after keeping his eyes down for so long, he glances up at you, who's already staring back at him. you're a little shocked from how sudden he looked up. especially with after that one little thought of yours, you may as well think he could read your thoughts.

you swallow dryly, flustered with his brief yet intense glance.

'he's finally the one scanning my items. it's always the guy behind him,' you think. you look up at his apron to read his name tag. 'shin...'

shin blushes heavily. it takes a great amount of effort for him to ask, "do you need a bag?"

"yes, please."

then, you're carrying 4 bags out the door, saying a "thank you, have a good day!" over your shoulder. despite carrying mainly bags of potato chips, what you're carrying is quite heavy and is slowing down your walking. even if the walk is only ten minutes, you think you may need to stop halfway to give your hands a rest.

you hear a faint "wait!" from behind you. when you turn around, it's the cute store clerk jogging up towards you.

"hey," he says, not even out of breath. he hasn't gotten an apron on, but you remember his name-- shin. "do you need help carrying your bags?"

you don't answer his question, and instead you ask one yourself. "aren't you supposed to be working right now?" it's not a question out of annoyance or malice, but pure curiosity.

"oh," shin says nervously, "sakamoto let me end my shift early. business is slow today, anyways."

you silently cheer to yourself. shin can hear the fireworks go off in your mind, and he has to do the best he can from confessing right then and there.

you give him two of your bags, beaming at him. "okay, then. my place isn't far from here."

the two of you walk side by side, and it's a silent walk. you're both keeping silly little grins to yourselves. yours is due to the cute store clerk helping you out, and shin is smiling because he can hear all of your thoughts; his feelings are not unrequited.

you break the silence first. "you're shin, right? i saw it on your name tag."

"yep, that's me. and you are...?"

you give him your name, and it's a beautiful name. you're beautiful.

"it's nice to meet you, shin."

he blushes. "nice to meet you, too."

"y'know, my mom wanted me to get all these groceries, but she wanted me to go to the grocery store downtown. she insisted i didn't go to sakamoto's, even though it's closer, 'cause it's 'too dangerous.'" you laugh to yourself. "pfft, ridiculous, right? i decided to go to sakamoto's 'cause..."

'because of the cute store clerk i'm talking to right now,' you think. 'wait, that's a little too personal, especially since we just met.'

shin smiles slyly, turning to you. "because...?"

"ah, i forgot."

shin nudges your shoulder with his, laughing. "you were definitely gonna say something, say it!"

you laugh, too. "no, no! i actually forgot!"

he can hear you affirm to yourself, 'he's so easy to get along with. i want to keep talking to him, but we're almost home...'

you stop in your tracks and turn to him. "we're almost at my place, it's just a couple houses down. i can take the bags from here."

he silently gives you the bags, a pout forming on his face. it's almost as if shin is trying to tell you he doesn't want to go just yet. "can i at least walk you there?"

you giggle. "sure."

by the time you reach the gate to your house, the sun is setting. "well, here's my place. thank you so much for helping me out. i really appreciate it."

both you and shin lean against the gate. he huffs out a laugh, trying to play himself as nonchalant. "it was nothing. i'm glad i got to meet you."

as the two of you are beginning to say your farewells, there's a whisper that hushes all around the two of you, stemming from your thoughts. 'please, ask me out. please, ask me out.'

shoving his hands in his pockets, looking up at the sky so as not to show you his flustered face, shin starts, "so, uh..."

you look up at him, a glistening hope in your eyes.

"would you want to get crepes some time?"

[asingleietsist]

"A Green Queen" AU

Chapter X

The large silver spiked double doors intimidated the small plumber. Despite saying he'd see him, Luigi had taken his days looking into Bowser's health and doing his best to tighten up his army along the borders of the Darklands.

Every waking hour a new problem would arise.

Whether it was allies having scheduled meetings with Bowser that he'd have to postpone or spending hours in the ship's study looking for any knowledge on Bowser's current state.

He hadn't been able to sleep well and when he did he'd be woken up from dozing off at the desk Kamek had crafted for him.

Yet here he was now, at the infirmary, ready to speak with his brother again after.... everything that happened at the palace. A koopa troopa informed him that he'd "woken up" from whatever spell he was under and Luigi ordered that they didn't say anything about what happened to him at the palace.

He took a deep breath, shook his fists in preparation and with a slight nod, the guards pulled the door open.

Luigi walked in, his fists still clenched close to his body, and his face filled with anxiety. A few goombas were tending to a sluggish Mario, whose hands were shaking as he lifted the cup up to his lips. He shakily moved it away once his brother entered the room.

"L-Lu", he croaked. "Whe..."

Luigi restrained himself from running over, his eyes filled with tears as he got closer. "I'm sorry.."

"Lu..", Mario repeated. He tried to reach out to invite him in for a hug, but stumbled in the bed.

"I should've visited you once you woke up, but Bowser is-! A-And I'm all they have left- and I'm trying so hard not to hurt anyone else!"

Mario sighed and pulled his brother over weakly, "H..Hey, o-one at a time.."

Luigi sank into his brother's arms and they stayed in that position for a few minutes before pulling away. Mario scooted over in the sheets and patted the empty space beside him for Luigi to get in.

The goomba and nurse koopa in the room glanced in silence as their queen got into the bed, sniffling.

"N-Now.. what's wrong?", Mario coughed.

Luigi gave him a worried look, he bit his lip and started to dig into his scar concealed by his sleeve. Mario took his hands, shaking, and gave them a light squeeze as he looked Luigi in the eyes.

His brother took a deep breath then turned towards the others in the room, "Could you leave us in here for a moment? I'll call you back once we're done.. You all deserve a break anyways.."

The others nodded, slightly confused, but filed out and closed the door.

Luigi looked at his side before gazing up at his brother, "A.. Um... Hehe, I didn't think it would be so hard to talk about this."

Mario looked a bit confused but kept their hands rested on his knees.

"It hasn't even been a full month yet, and I've already caused several...", Luigi started. He tried to gather his thoughts, but every time he started one, something else came to mind.

"H-How about we star-t with your outfit?"

"What?"

"You, in a spiked c-collar? Definitely not your style-"

"Yeah, it is a bit much, b-but Kamek thought it would give me some edge.", he shrugged. "He's truly been helpful when it comes to this royal stuff..."

"That too."

"What do you mean?"

"You're speaking like royalty, m-y little brother's getting blue-eblood!", Mario chuckled. Luigi rolled his eyes and pushed his shoulder a bit.

"Yeah yeah! Such nobility~", Luigi snorted. He puffed up his chest a bit as he spoke.

The two gave a glance to one another before laughing. It provided the light air the little royal needed as the tension died down.

"It hasn't been easy though, we're almost to the Darklands and I have no idea what to tell his citizens..."

"What are you talking a-about?"

"Bowser is.... unconscious..? Dead?", Luigi combed a hand through his hair as he searched for an answer. "Kamek is still trying to figure it out, but-"

"If he's gone.. w-we can leave!"

Luigi looked up from their hands and at his brother, "We can't just-"

"Yes we can! I-If he's dead then the agreement is voi-d, y-you can just, we can go! You don't have to worry about this, any of this!", Mario smiled. His grip tightened around Luigi's hand as he spoke more on how to escape.

The thought of him leaving all of the pain behind, all of the worries, just to return back to the adventure filled life in the Mushroom kingdom made his heart jump.

He desperately wanted to run, to take his brother's hand and lead him to the port where they could escape home. Where they would flee to the princess to tell her that this might be the fall of Bowser's reign and she can finally be at ease.

No dangers, no hurt.

Yet a flash of Bowser looking at the stars so blissfully, the way he told him about his children so fondly, and his small acts of kindness. He couldn't help but at least feel proud of his small effort to comfort him.

"Luigi, we should go-"

"No..."

Mario's eyes winced with hurt, but he tried to conceal the shaking in his hands. "Lu, I know that.... tortuga, has been hospi-itable, but you don't have to clean up his me-ss! W-We can talk about the deta-ils later jus-"

"I said no!", Luigi repeated. He tightened his hands around from his brother's, leaving Mario stunned. "He has kids a-and as much as he's shitty, as much as every bone in my body..my soul, my mind is telling me to take us out of here... I can't."

"I-I don't understand, we can leave! Luigi, we can sprint thro-ugh those doors an-"

"No, you can barely walk and I am... I can't leave these citizens to-", Luigi took a deep breath. He could see Mario's eyes searching for answers through his own. "If the princess neede-"

"Don't you d-"

"No, listen. Would you abandon the mushroom kingdom if the princess no longer...lived?"

"Th-at's different! She's not a t-tyrant!"

"Would you?! Would you leave once everything burned after she passed?!"

Mario turned away as the two sat in silence. Luigi's anger became still, he could see his brother didn't want to respond or knew just how stubborn he got when he was wrong. He decided to move on to something he wanted definite answers for:

"Why were you in Sarasaland?"

Mario flinched and averted looking at Luigi, his body trembled a bit as he broke into a sweat, looking for a reasonable excuse.

The little royal blinked and asked again. "How did you end up-"

"Vacation."

Luigi's eyes narrowed, "Mario..."

"I-I'm serious!", he coughed as he turned to him. It was the biggest mistake he made once he saw an unknown sterness in his brother's eyes.

He sighed as he gripped the sheets, "I heard that you.... he alwa-ys goes through scheduled meetings for his al-llies. I-I promise it was j-ust to check u-p on you! Y-You...I-I wasn't going to interfere. I couldn't if I wante-d to."

The last sentence worried him, "What.. happened?"

"A friend... few acquaintances of mine and I were entering. I-I wanted to s-ee if you we-re ok, but we were taken by some guards, then some...creature appeared? Its laugh... everything got blurry after we were attacked by lions?", Mario stuttered, he was desperately trying to recollect, but Luigi simply rested his hand on his shoulder.

"You went back on the agreement I made with Bowser, and furthermore you...betrayed my trust, bro.", Luigi slipped out of the bed. "However, that's why I can't leave. That 'creature', you might've met was Prince Khufo and he... he killed Bowser."

Mario's shaking stopped, "That...."

He couldn't understand it, someone so small, someone he could simply punch out, defeated him and Bowser so easily. He clenched his shirt as the realization kicked in.

'He could've killed...me, and what about Lu?! What is he getting himself into! We need to find a superstar quickly, if we get home and talk with the princess. Maybe she coul- Wait...Daisy..'

"W-Was it just me?! Was there anyone else in the rubble?!"

Luigi turned to him, "What do you mean? Oh, your acquaintances.. No, we were trying to get out of the palace as soon as possible, we didn't have time to check too much of the area."

"I'm going back- wa-it no, you need to come wit-h me! No..no, we need to-o warn the p-"

"Mario, you're barely in any shape to leave the bed and we're miles away from the empire.. "

"Lu, you don't und-erstand how much this co-ould hurt the pri-ncess, a-and the ki-ngdo-om "

"What do you mean I don't understand?"

"This is much bigger than what-"

"You don't think I know that?! Mario, I'm running an ENTIRE KINGDOM by myself in preparation for war! I witnessed the ONLY other being able to keep this army in line, get KILLED before my eyes while you laid there lifeless! Do you know how hopeless I felt having to watch them carry his mangled body, guts, and shell pieces away!? Do you know how hard it was to hear citizens, SOLDIERS that only know you for how much you've fought them chant your name in hopes you'll lead them to some sort of victory?! How can you possibly understand, the press-"

A loud knock came from the door.

"Your highness?", Kamek called.

Luigi turned to it then back at Mario, whose face softened a bit, not from pride but from sorrow.

"Mario, I'm sorr-"

"N-No, it's fine. I should probably finish th-he tea th-en rest some more. G-Go take care of your kingdom."

"I didn't mean to snap, I've been stressed and-"

Mario turned to pick up the cup shakily, "I may not run a k-kingdom.. b-but I kn-ow ho-w hard it is to h-have ey-es on you... pra-ying and hoping tha-t you'll save them. We both kn-ow that better than anyone."

Luigi opened his mouth to speak, but just turned towards the door. Kamek was about to knock again, but the door opened and creaked close as Luigi stepped out.

Mario lifted the tea to his lips again, "But you're jus-t as stubb-orn as I am and probably a stro-nger leader..."

The ship descended onto the lava port of the cobblestone castle. At the entrance of the large wooden doors were Junior and Ludwig, the smallest running inside to get the others.

Luigi frantically rubbed his hands as he and Kamek wait at the entrance. He flinched a bit as the mouth of the ship opened and shielded his eyes from the light. When he got a clear view, most of Bowser's children were running towards the ship in anticipation.

"Pap-...a?", Junior paused, his steps slowed once he saw the two standing there.

Morton still bolted forward and hugged Kamek, his excitement got the better of him and he already charged up too quick to stop.

"Hi hi!", he laughed.

Kamek gave a painful smile, he's forgotten how big the koopaling was. "Could you put me down?.. Please?"

Morton nodded as he rubbed his cheek against Kamek's once more before putting him down.

Ludwig stepped past the two adults with Wendy, they looked around, sniffing in intervals.

"Where's Papa?", Junior asked. He looked past Luigi to Wendy, who was shaking her head.

Luigi followed his gaze then turned to Junior, "I.. We need to explain-"

"Kamek, where's Papa?!", he yelled. His voice got shakier once he turned to the old koopa.

"We... Your father is, in need of special care, Junior. I can't explain everything, heck, I'm still trying to piece everything together myself. Rest assured, Luigi here is going to take care of you all and kingdom in his absence."

"You really expect us to listen to him?", Roy stepped forward. "He could barely handle an insult and isn't he our prisoner?!"

"W-Well given the circumstances he-"

"I second this.", Lemmy padded forward. "If Pa is hurt why don't you heal him? We can't rely on twiggy here. All offense!"

Luigi blinked, "None tak- wait.."

The kids began to pile in their own opinions,one talking over the other as they swarmed around Kamek. Luigi watched on the sidelines, a sweat broke from his forehead as he watched Kamek become overwhelmed.

What could he do? They wouldn't listen even if he tried, then it hit him.

"I did it?", He mumbled.

Ludwig stopped investigating and looked over at Luigi, but the others were still bickering.

"HEY!"

They stopped. Wendy squinted her eyes as she waited for him to calm his breath.

Luigi gripped the fabric above his chest, "Y-Your Papa is hurt because he tried to save me... he can't just be healed and I... I caused it. B-But I want to make things right, he..."

The queen trailed off as he looked up at the conflicted faces. Kamek took that moment to step in front of Luigi, "What his highness is trying to say is the situation is dire. Your father is in a terrible state, something my magic and spells can't fix right now, but I promise you it wasn't entirely his fault. We'll try to explain this as soon as we can, but the wounds are fresh at the moment and we have bigger things to attend to. Despite the lack of... formalities, Luigi is in line to rule at the moment, we.. we need to prepare for the worst, so please for your father's sake. Let him help."

Luigi smiled a bit at Kamek's faith in him then turned his attention to the koopalings. Morton tried his best to grasp the situation, he glanced down at Iggy for support but was met with horror, so he tensed up.

"No.", Ludwig stated. "I refuse to listen to him. Right?". He turned to the others.

Wendy nodded, "He's barely been here for a month, if Pa is injured then we can wai-"

Luigi stiffened as he became impatient with their defiance. Something similar to his brother's denial, his eyes glared at her and Ludwig as he spoke clearly.

"He's dead."

The entrance was silent, Luigi snapped back once he realized what he said and looked at the horror on their faces and they quickly turned to anger.

Kamek winced as he acted quickly, he took his wand out and held Junior in place with his magic. Luigi tumbled back as the koopaling's claw was inches away from his chest.

"I-I didn't... I..", Luigi gripped his clothes tighter as he tried to catch his breath.

Kamek looked at Ludwig, "I know you're upset, but if we fight amongst ourselves, we'll only fall faster. We will explain everything later. At the moment, Luigi needs to attend to some matters and we need to get some documentation signed. Can you handle not trying to maul him for the night?"

Ludwig folded his arms and lifted his head, "Fine."

Kamek sighed, he kept Junior in place and turned to Luigi for instructions.

Luigi gulped but stood up and ordered that none of the children were allowed on the ship or allowed to see Bowser unless he or Kamek felt it was right to accompany them there. He would want them to see Bowser's state, especially with how grotesque and bloodied he was.

Kamek nodded, "You heard him, off to your rooms."

The group hesitated, Larry glanced around at his siblings only to see Ludwig and Wendy be the first to exit. As the two passed Luigi, each gave him a long stare, they eyed him up and down before giving disapproved snorts. The rest followed, they murmured and whispered to each other on their way back to the castle.

Luigi gave a sigh of relief and stood up as he looked at Junior's body. "You can let him go.."

"But your highness, he's still upset."

"I know.."

Kamek didn't understand but simply nodded and placed Junior down. Junior gasped but stood up slowly, keeping eye contact with Luigi.

The queen took a deep breath and reached out his hand to Junior. "I want to take you to him. I'll explain while we walk. If that's ok?"

Junior looked at his hand then up at him, "Ok, but I don't want to hold your hand."

Luigi retracted, "O-Oh, right..". He still smiled a bit seeing the young prince not completely be indifferent to him or at least not trying to kill him. He gave a bit of an excited smile to Kamek who simply nodded and followed Luigi on the other side.

[sakumz]

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「 cheng xiaoshi x gn reader 」

a/n : for my dearest @solxima lol, enjoy

warnings : ooc maybe... atoz inspired teehee

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" you better not screw up this date, xiaoshi! it's y/n's first date too so try not to mess things up. they could walk in soon, " qiao ling says as they turn heads to the sound of the door opening.

it's you, you're dressed nicely just like xiaoshi. lu guang sighs as xiaoshi walks up to you. he's been checking his phone, counting the seconds to your arrival. with how close xiaoshi is to you, you're afraid he might hear the sound of your heartbeat and he's afraid you can smell him. he's not stinky is he? both lu guang and qiao ling has been teasing him the whole day about every little detail of him.

with a faint blush creeping up to you two, qiao ling and lu guang can't help but hold in their laughter. it's still early, plan A. he's already taken the bolder step, approaching you. plan B, he has to act like himself! he's mentally ready for today.

" g-good morning! " he greets, the nervousness eating him up. you can't help but crack a smile.

" morning, let's get started. shall we? " you raise your hand up, offering him to hold.

he stares at your hand. no! he should take the lead. he's the man! he slaps his hand against yours, crap! there's a sound when he did it. there's probably a slight stinging sensation. he pulls your hand, pulling you forward.

" let's go! " ignoring the slight sting on your plam, you followed him out of the shop, bidding lu guang and qiao ling goodbye.

plan c! he's taking the lead. hand in hand, he's leading you away from the shop but you're just mindlessly walking to the streets.

plan d, internally he's giving up. the walk was filled with silence. he can't help it. if he didn't bring up, going on a date. would you guys just stay as friends? nothing would change, right? he can't keep his cool front. he feels pathetic.

" what kind of date should I make this? " he mumbles out loud, " its all so bad, just so bad, im so sorry. " you let out a few giggles upon hearing this honest side of his.

" anything, is fine. really! oh look over there! there's an arcade. we can play something, " he drags you to the place.

looking at the various claw machines, your eyes sparkle as one in particular catches your eyes. still hand in hand, you drag him to the one you wanted.

" I'll win it for you, " xiaoshi says as he inserts a few coins before aiming the claw at a black cat plushie.

winning the plushie, he crouched down to quickly get it for you. handing it to you, you hug it as you say your thanks and flash him a smile. he feels relief washing over him. a smile thrown at him! he wants you to smile all day.

" ne, let's go eat some pancakes. its just outside the arcade. me and qiao ling used to go there whenever we're free. come on, " taking his hand once more. you lead him to said pancake shop.

after ordering and settling down, your order arriving as well. you're happily eating your pancakes as xiaoshi follows but with an adoring smile. you're just so adorable! the whip cream is on your lips and you don't seem to notice. he brings his hand over to your face to wipe it away but instead of wiping it on a tissue, he brings his finger to his lips, licking it away. watching his actions you can't help but blush at his smoothness.

" what? something on my face? " he questions as you stopped eating when you watch him do what he did.

" n-n-no.. it's just, I can't believe you! " you place your fork down to cover your face with two hands. xiaoshi slowly realise his affect on you as he smirks. you're embarrassed because of his actions yet he let's out a hearty laugh in response.

" you're truly adorable. " you can't help but feel your face turning red even more if possible.

" enough with this, keep eating. there's still a few things I wanna do, " he smiles. at least, you're not mad and on the verge of ditching him just yet. he can't wait to continue today.

finally exiting the place, your hand reaches his. walking hand in hand and past the various shops. he sees you two through the window display, looking stylish. you're walking in front of him.

" even if you get tired of me, please don't start hating me. " hearing the words spill out of his loudmouth, you're face flushes again. you pout your cheeks out as he laughs.

" I'm sorry, but I'm super duper enjoying this. " he brings his other hand to squeeze your cheeks.

he slowly closes the gap between you two, his heart is racing at the pressing closeness. he kiss your cheek, as he pulls away you bring you free hand that isn't holding his other to the spot where he kiss. you both continued the date.

" the day went by so fast... hey how was it? " he starts as he walks you home.

" it's great, lovely even. " you smiled.

" is it okay if I ask you out again some day? "

" feel free to do so, whenever you want. no matter the date, I'll be down for more. " he flashes you a smile at your genuine words. he's excited and he definitely can't wait for the next.

[jacenotjason]

I got a small question so if you may, please answer Jace.

What are tone tags?

AH! Sorry! I guess it didn't occur to me that some wouldn't know what tone tags were. Here's a full guide from this site!

what is tone? tone is what a phrase or statement means or comes across as despite what it's actually saying. examples of tone could be serious, joking, lighthearted, etc.

what are tone tags? tone tags / tone indicators are things you can include with text to indicate what the tone of it is.

why are they used? some people have difficulty picking up on tone. communicating through text only makes this harder due to lack of audio and physical clues (voice inflection, body language, facial expressions, etc.) tagging what tone you are using can be very helpful for others understanding of what you're saying, clarification, avoiding miscommunications, etc.

when/where should they be used? they can be used any time or place you may be communicating through text. do not mock the use of tone tags. you may not need them but some people do. not everyone can tell when something is a joke, etc. just be nice about it.

MASTERLIST:

/j = joking /hj = half joking /s or /sarc = sarcastic / sarcasm /srs = serious /nsrs = not serious /lh = light hearted /g or /gen = genuine / genuine question /ij = inside joke /ref = reference /t = teasing /nm = not mad /lu = a little upset /nf = not forced /nbh = nobody here /nsb = not subtweeting /nay = not at you /ay = at you /nbr = not being rude /ot = off topic /th = threat /cb = clickbait /f = fake /q = quote /l or /ly = lyrics /c = copypasta /m = metaphor / metaphorically /li = literal / literally /rt or /rh = rhetorical question /hyp = hyperbole /ex = exaggeration /p = platonic /r = romantic /a = alterous /sx or /x = sexual intent /nsx or /ns = non-sexual intent /pc or /pos = positive connotation /nc or /neg = negative connotation /neu = neutral / neutral connotation

[cherubispunk]

BARK! BITE! BLEED! (series masterlist) - FWB!Frankie Morales x AFAB!Reader

summary: when on his tongue, you were alive. inside you he breathed again with the clutch of you around him. warm and beating, and thrumming quickly like a hummingbird's wings. a squatter temporarily camped up in the crack between two ribs. where thick muscle shuddered with breath. you believed something in you was worth loving. but you also knew for it to be found you'd have to be flayed alive. 

a note from lucy: hi hi! Ooooh, this is a doozie. a kick in the teeth, if you will. a full disclaimer right here, right now: while I wasn’t raised in a religious household, I do have a fear of god and an element of spiritual trauma that is self inflicted. i have a fear that there is something out there and it doesn’t love as willingly as most accept it to. and this series is an extension of that i think. i do not have the faith others do and i’m envious of those who do. so while the reader doesn’t completely resonate with my personal experience, her views and opinions are my own. this is purely fiction. i am not in any way shape or form trying to impose my own beliefs relating to religion upon anyone, that being said, warnings are marked clearly so heed them well and wisely. anyway, enjoy slutty Frankie! dont forget to follow @cherub-notifs and turn on ‘get notifications’ to be notified when i post. xxx

playlist | moodboard 

PART I

w/c: 5742 | angst, smut

summary: being without is always easier when you don't know what it is to be 'with'.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! no use of y/n, slight noncon voyeurism, thin appartment walls, mentions of cheating, obsessive behaviour, frankie is obsessed and it is very unhealthy, toxic relationships, heavy religious imagry (come on, is this even a surpise when it comes to my writing?), age gap but not bombastic sorry chloe (reader is 21, Frankie is 27) - though not mentioned in this part, graphic smut, could be considered dubcon, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v sex (do i need to spell it out to you not to do this?), creampie, biting, its not vore!!!! but there is something inherrently sexual in the themes of metaphorical consumption, softdom!frankie, scratching, gore imagry in the sense of a hunter prey type of thing? More of lu being delulu, batshit insane, blurting words onto a google doc and praying ot makes ense when being blasted out into the void.

INTERLUDE

w/c: 3046 | angst, smut

summary: the sting of biting one’s tongue is a lesser of two evils compared to the sting of rejection.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! no use of y/n, obsessive behaviour, frankie is obsessed and it is very unhealthy, toxic relationships, age gap (reader is 21, Frankie is 27) - though not mentioned in this part, graphic smut, oral (f receiving), face sitting, p in v sex, creampie, biting, softdom!frankie, scratching, references to suicide, references to racial discrimination and othering in American school systems.

[konohamaru-sensei]

Some kind of follower event or other.

im very sorry if you follow both blogs and have to see this double. ily for following both tho. special love and kisses to you.

In celebration of my 1000 follower milestone on a blog I pretty much abandoned (@wind-becomes-lightning) and my 100 followers on the blog that I am now using (@konohamaru-sensei) (and because I really love doing things for others), I’m hosting a little cross blog event. I anticipate that most of the entries will be from friends anyway and gifting friends makes little Nisi happy.

So, what are we going to do? Well. You have the choice. Either you request a little story from one of the prompt lists (please specify or send the prompt) or you send me a link to a reference and I will do an art. Either or is fine if you adhere to the rules

Stories will be around 1k length (maybe longer if I’m feeling it)

Artworks only for up to 2 people (You can look at art refs in my pinterest board if you don't have an idea.)

Off Anon only. (If you feel embarrassed please just dm me beforehand so I know it is you sending anons, or at least sign the request with your name, thanks!)

One request per person. (Q, I love you, but I still have like 5 requests of yours in my waiting list)

Absolutely no requests for “no-no ships” and “no-no characters” allowed.

OC requests only if you are from the Anxiety Anonymous server or if I have written for your oc before. (You may of course request my ocs if you care)

You can send Naruto related requests to any blog, but send any other fandoms to @konohamaru-sensei

Reader inserts are fine, as long as they are done with Yes-please characters. 

Fandom list for this time:

Naruto (obv)

Fairy Tail

Haikyuu

JJK

MHA

One Piece 

Prompt lists:

Romantic

Spicy

Angsty

Kisses

Recent art examples x - x - x - x

If you send me a “Yes-Always” ship or a “yes-please” character I will prioritise your request, because it will be more fun for me, but anything is welcome as long as you don’t break the rules.

I will leave this open until I feel like closing it. In my experience, there wont be too much anyway.

Ok thanks, BYE.

Ship list under cut.

Yes-Always Ships

Naruto: OBKK | KKYM | OBYM | OBKKYM | OBKKRIN | SAIINO

Fairy Tail: Jerza | Gruvia | Gruvion | Luvia 

JJK: SatoSugu

HQ: Oikawa x Kuroo

Yes-Please Characters

Naruto: Kakashi, Obito, Yamato, Konohamaru, Hinata

Fairy Tail: Lyon, Erza, Juvia, Jellal, Gray, Rogue, Loke

Haikyuu: Kuroo, Oikawa, Hinata, Bokuto

JJK: Gojo, Geto, Yuuji, Choso, Maki

MHA: Hawks, Iida, Dabi 

One Piece: Sanji, Robin, Law, Zoro, Luffy, Sabo, Ace

No-No Ships

For all fandoms: no inces-t, no teacher and student, no mentor and student, no adult and child

Naruto: S-NS | Na-ruSa-ku | Kaka-Ga-i| InoS-aku

Fairy Tail: Gajeel x Juv ia | Gra L u | Gr arza

Haikyuu: Iwao i | Kurook en | Suga x D aichi

JJK: any yuuji ship

MHA: Ba-kuD-eku

One Piece: Lu ffy x A c e

No-No-Characters

Naruto: Sa suke, Ma dara

Haikyuu: Tsukish ima

JJK: To ji, Na oya

One Piece: P udding

Every ship not mentioned here is one I am fine with, but not in love with. Which means you can request it just fine.

this whole thing will probably fail spectacularily and i will feel like shit but i mean... no risk no depressive hole to dig myself in later, so whats the fun?

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1945!Bianca di Angelo I’m so sorry for what I’ve made you go through

I Await the Devil’s Coming, Mary MacLane // weeping angel, dedy d // Claire C. Holland // Theatre / Oedipus the King, TV Tropes // The Cruel Prince, Holly Black // The Myth of Innocence, Louise Glück // Oresteia, Aeschylus (tr. Robert Icke) // Self-fulfilling prophecy, Wikipedia // Der Olymp oder die Mythologie der Griechen und Römer, August Heinrich Petiscus // The Great Prophecy, Rick Riordan // woman with golden eyes // Crush, Richard Siken // The Midnight Star, Marie Lu // A Burning Hill, Mitski // Tumblr, @/tag-devilish

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[ f i c ] But I know You

Before episode 8 airs and it all gets invalidated, I wanted to post this ode to everything we know about Lu Guang, from Cheng Xiaoshi's perspective. Because while we don't know facts... we actually do know a lot about who Lu Guang *is*. About 80% of this is pulled from S1 and the shorts, the rest is embellishment and conjecture :)

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“Doesn’t it ever bother you,” Xu Shanshan says with pursed lips, “that we don’t know anything about Lu Guang?” 

Cheng Xiaoshi’s head swings towards her so fast he pulls a muscle in his neck almost drops his quail eggs. “Just because he won’t tell you his zodiac sign doesn’t give you an excuse to talk behind his back,” Cheng Xiaoshi snaps. There’s a touch of acid in his voice that has her leaning back and putting up her hands defensively.

“Geez, sorry, I’m not trying to badmouth him, but you can’t tell me it’s not a little odd?” 

“Hey, now.” Qiao Ling says in warning and waves the strainer spoon in the air between them. She scoops some of the now-cooked meat from the hot pot onto their plates and adds calmly, “You know Lu Guang is a private person, there’s nothing wrong with that.” 

Xu Shanshan makes a face and opens her mouth, but Dong Yi puts a hand on her arm and Qiao Ling takes the meat from her plate and shoves it in her mouth. “Shush, my dearest Shanshan, he’s coming back.”

Cheng Xiaoshi looks up to see Lu Guang on the other side of the restaurant, making his way back from the restroom. He sinks down into his seat and mumbles, “I don’t need to know his birthday to know he’s my best friend.”

Xu Shanshan rolls her eyes but luckily stays silent, and that’s that. 

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It’s not the first time Cheng Xiaoshi has been asked about Lu Guang. In high school, it was easy to shrug it off - he’d just met the guy, why would he know anything about his family or background? They didn’t really talk about those things. 

In college it became much harder. Oh, you met when he transferred? Where was he transferring from? It was harder to say that they didn’t talk about those things. They were rooming together, after all. How was it possible that nothing about his childhood had ever come up? How could he not even know his age? And once people realized that it wasn’t Cheng Xiaoshi just being scatterbrained or pretending he didn’t know, it turned into isn’t it a little suspicious that he won’t talk about his past? The 'even with you' was implied.

Rumors spread. Some of them were funny. Others not so much. Throughout it all, Cheng Xiaoshi doubled down on his stance that he didn’t need to know anything about Lu Guang in order to know what kind of person he was.  

Even now, Cheng Xiaoshi doesn’t actually know much about Lu Guang’s life, despite being friends with him since they were sixteen. And that may not be accurate - it’s true that Lu Guang has never actually told them their age. They've only assumed he's six months younger than Cheng Xiaoshi, given they were in the same grade and Lu Guang’s birthday is six months after Cheng Xiaoshi's. That fact, gathered after monumental effort pestering between him and Qiao Ling, is already rare. 

Lu Guang has never talked about his parents or family beyond a vague shrug and an offhand comment about having a boring, normal, maybe rather serious upbringing. Cheng Xiaoshi gets the feeling he didn’t have a particularly loving family, and he knows that Lu Guang’s decision to forgo any other career prospects and join Cheng Xiaoshi in his business venture put an end to the already-strained relationship he had with his parents. They hadn’t even come to graduation, and Cheng Xiaoshi had fretted about that for weeks after, feeling oddly guilty for driving a wedge between someone who had parents, even if the relationship had been crumbling piece by piece since long before they’d even met.

Lu Guang’s life before transferring schools and meeting Cheng Xiaoshi on that basketball course is a black hole, like a book whose foreword has been stained black by a careless spill of ink. Sometimes it doesn’t feel that careless though: there's a cloud of mystery swirling about him, this sense that there's so much Lu Guang is holding back. But Cheng Xiaoshi tries not to take it personally. Lu Guang has stuck by his side and supported him in countless ways throughout the years - Cheng Xiaoshi can return the favor by not prying into what is clearly a life Lu Guang has no desire to share or even remember. 

He doesn’t need it anyway. Cheng Xiaoshi may not know much about Lu Guang’s life, but he knows who Lu Guang is. He knows Lu Guang loves cats, his favorite book is Pride and Prejudice, which is where he got their temporary cat’s name from. His music taste alternates between boring classical music as one would expect and, surprisingly, hip hop. Cheng Xiaoshi had wondered about the hip hop for a while until he realized that Lu Guang was using the steady beat and rhythmic lyrics as static noise to help him drown out his brain when it insisted on overthinking. His favorite tea is green Oolong brewed for exactly two and half minutes but he prefers coffee in the afternoon, medium roast with one single sugar cube. He has nearly non-existent spice tolerance, but somehow can handle squeezing inordinate amounts of wasabi into his soy sauce. He sleeps in loose shorts and a t-shirt in summer and sweats and an old cardigan during winter but he can’t actually fall asleep if his feet are cold so he prefers showering at night to make sure he’s warm before he goes to bed. He loves sleep but can’t seem to get enough of it and wears computer glasses because his eyesight gets strained easily after staring at a screen for too long.  

Cheng Xiaoshi knows what Lu Guang’s face looks like under the afternoon sunlight when he’s fallen asleep reading on the couch during the weekends. He knows what Lu Guang’s face looks like during the morning shift after a sleepless night, the way his eyes squint slightly as if still gritty and the way his face turns even stonier when he tries to resist the pull of exhaustion. He doesn’t get to see it often, but he’s caught a soft smile thrown his way here and there when Lu Guang isn’t expecting him to look. When caught, there’s a good chance he’ll end up blushing – for someone so calm and in control, he’s surprisingly awkward and shy when made the center of attention, even worse in front of a camera. If Cheng Xiaoshi doesn’t rile him up by making dumb jokes or poking fun at him, he’ll stand there squirming uncomfortably the entire time.

He has a good sense of who Lu Guang is in terms of morals too. He’s not always comfortable with them, because Lu Guang is pragmatic to a fault and has no qualms about lying. Sometimes it has been for Cheng Xiaoshi’s benefit, like when he lied to Qiao Ling about it being him that broke her special cups instead of Cheng Xiaoshi. But other times it hasn’t. Cheng Xiaoshi isn’t sure he’ll ever fully get over Lu Guang making him believe there was hope that he might save Chen Xiao’s mom. Sometimes Cheng Xiaoshi feels like he cares more about the mission and letting the past be than about the people they’re supposed to be helping. 

But that’s not fair, because he’s seen how much Lu Guang cares. Once, in college, they’d found a bird with an injured wing outside of their dorm. The dorm mother had scolded them for trying to feed it and told them it was best to leave wildlife alone. Lu Guang had nodded obediently, but Cheng Xiaoshi caught him the next morning trying to feed it before everyone else woke up. He’s the kind of person who pretends to be respectful and obedient but hasn’t listened to authority a single day in his life. And that’s the thing, it’s so easy to mistake Lu Guang’s sullen tone and deadpan face as indifference, but Cheng Xiaoshi is lucky enough to be one of the things Lu Guang has chosen to care about, and it sometimes overwhelms him the lengths that Lu Guang will go to for him. Cheng Xiaoshi will never take for granted the many nights Lu Guang has patiently sat by his side in bed, holding Cheng Xiaoshi after yet another nightmare despite the impact to his already fragmented sleep. Lu Guang never asks for thanks, never brings it up in daylight at all, in fact, but those quiet moments when the only solid thing Cheng Xiaoshi can cling to is Lu Guang speak volumes. Cheng Xiaoshi will spend the rest of his life trying to return that feeling of safety and belonging that Lu Guang makes him feel. 

Overall, Lu Guang is an understated person: he claims he has no skills, but he’s one of the smartest people Cheng Xiaoshi has ever met and his photographic memory made him one of the top-ranked students in college. He’s finicky and fastidious, but he can’t remember to water the plants for the life of him, and he doesn’t seem to know how to dress himself so Cheng Xiaoshi has been picking his clothes for years and making sure he doesn’t go out in the summer with a hoodie still on or in the winter without a proper scarf, gloves, and hat. He lets Cheng Xiaoshi drag him to get boba when he’d rather read a book, and agrees to learn a silly dance for fun despite the fact that he’s not coordinated at all outside of playing basketball. 

It’s nice that Cheng Xiaoshi can nitpick something at least, given how Lu Guang spends most of his time lecturing Cheng Xiaoshi. And even that, as opposed to being born out of arrogance or frustration, is actually the way that Lu Guang shows affection, even if he’ll never admit it. Being vulnerable isn’t in his wheelhouse, but Cheng Xiaoshi has learned how to pick up on the signs of Lu Guang being worried about him or, in a twisted way, trying to fill in the gaps that Cheng Xiaoshi’s lack of parents left. Enjoying being scolded by your best friend may seem like an odd relationship from an outside perspective, but it works and he wouldn’t trade a second of it.

All in all, he doesn't need a birthplace, or the name of his parents or his elementary school, or even his year of birth, in order to know Lu Guang. Nothing new he could learn about Lu Guang could change the way Cheng Xiaoshi knows who he is inside, and that's all that matters.