#thank you guys so much for being so so lovely u__u

[speakeasier]

holds everyone's hand. hey, guys. i've actually missed you all!! if i haven't messaged/replied to anyone. i think it should have been obvious as to why, as the later half of april was a legit horrible time for me given what has happened. i'll explain more soon enough, i will.

i was just waiting for the month to pass and now that may has arrive, i'm slowly trying to remerge into being more 'present' and around instead of being in the ground. " u__u "

with that being said, i thank you all for the patience and continued patience as i groggily, slowly, much like that of a turtle. return like the green of spring. please wait for me as i rebound in full, i am not there yet. BUT BOI, I HAVE A LOT TO SAY. LAUGHING.

I'M BACK FOR THE FIRST MONDAY OF MAY, TIME FOR THE MET GALA AGAINNNNNN. and yo, yo, yoooo, i'm so proud of fucking tumblr for somehow getting into the drake and kendrick beef, i be rolling in my temporary dirt hole like it was a grave.

THAT SHIT BE SO BIG THAT EVERYONE BE GETTING INTO IT, IT'S SO GOOD. TWITTER, YOUTUBE, EVERYWHERE I LOOK, WHEEZING. but yeah, ohh my gosh. look, sorry if i suddenly come bursting out the door with sudden fashion, sudden beef, because gosh hip-pop and rap fucking NEEDED THIS FOR AGES, FINALLY SOME FOOD.

love y'all, hope to talk to you guys very soon in person, even for a short while!! hope you've been okay for the most part, but if not, knowing how life be. hope you're at least safe and taking care of yourself as best as you can. throws up on the floor.

[revasserium]

I’ve just spent an hour reading through some of your stuff and I just wanted to say WOAH they way you’re write is so intriguing I love it so much, it’s almost poetic 🤍

ahh thank you darling <3 

omg omg omg omg grey gardensofnf that was so beautiful YOU WROTE THAT SO COLOURFULLY?? it was like I was seeing colour for the first time myself just reading a black and white screen. ohhh it was so beautiful I just wanna frame it 😍😍

yes i rly loved writing grey gardens u__u i like that kind of weird wonky thing hehee so im glad you enjoyed it too! 

You’re writing is so entrancing and beautiful, it’s just so lovely to read so many beautiful words put together in such a pleasing way ahhhhh I especially love how you write Sugawara because 🥵I’m convinced he’s not as innocent as people make him out to be

oh he DEF is noT. all his interactions with other people -- the way he can tell daichi off, but NO ONE ELSE can. the way he just punches asahi in the stomach to exorcise him of his NEGATIVITY. the way he weedles kags and hinata ugh -- so much GOOD SHIT. he’s such a hot, snarky, freAK.  nothing says innocent about that okay. nothing. NOTHING. and i shall keep writing him as such hahaha 

he’s one of my all time fav haikyuu characters so!! im super glad you like my portrayal of him! :D 

can i just say i am so in awe and envy of your writing??? you found a way to balance out poetic description with storyline plotting that it seems natural and it's absolutely beautiful?? i truly inspire to write similar to you one day but for now i'll just continue to read your wondrous works.

ahh thank you u_u it honestly is just the product of a lot of reading and writing as a child! you can do it too! hahah just put in the effort, read a lot, write a lot, and you’ll get there too darling 

HI I've recently found your blog and oh my gosh!!! your writing is astounding on all levels and I'm in love?? your descriptions are gorgeous and teeter on the edge between mystical and tangible (if that makes sense?) regardless, I thoroughly enjoy your writing and I hope you know I love you

thank you!! u__u it does! ive been told that my writing is kinda “flloaty” (or in hinata speak ‘fwuahhhh’ LOL) so i get what you mean! i’m super glad you enjoy and hope you continue to as well! :D 

I don’t even know what to say, your writing always leaves me speechless and I just want you to know that I will support you and this blog till the end 😭💜 like the amount of love and good vibes and positivity you and this blog radiates really does make a difference in my life 😭💜🥺

ahh im so so glad! im glad that it’s been able to be a little reprieve in these strange and uncharted times u__u and i hope you continue to find bits and pieces of happiness in it. wherever i can provide it. <3 

You’re writing has me blushing and crying all at once it’s so dreamy and beautiful PLUS you write Sugawara as a freak 🥵you are truly an angel

the angle to suga’s dEVIL u mean u___u LMFAO i kid. but thank you! i rly do love suga so im super happy that so many people seem to like my depiction! 

Your writing is just so aesthetic and I love it so much that is all have a wonderful day 🥺

u__u thank you so much darling <3 

hey! just wanted to say that i saw some of your writing today and decided to have a read through lots of your work. i LOVED everything I read and the way you write is so beautiful and i really enjoyed your work, never stop 🤍

oh!! im glad you enjoyed enough to do a mini-binge haha if you have thoughts, let me know! <3 

i have a note in my phone dedicated to this blog. literally it’s just full of some of my favourite sentences you’ve written because they make my heart so full and warm and I never want to forget them or lose them somehow :’)

ahhhh that’s so cute!!!! u___u im very honored. and thank you for taking the time to send in such a lovely note! 

ot sure if you listen to Sleeping At Last but your writing gives me the exact same feeling I get while listening to his music 🥺 (particularly the songs Saturn, Heart, Light & an instrumental piece called Perseid Meteor Shower haha)

oh! i do not know that band unfortunately, but i will def look them up! :D im very bad with like. keeping up with music/finding new music etc lol so i’ll def look into them! 

Just reread your hinata prompt while listening to the song “distance” by christina perri

oh~ i don’t know that song! but did it go well? :D 

[janiedean]

crack prompt inspired by all the tvd talk on your blog: damon, jaime, tony stark all walk into a bar alone and end up drunk oversharing ~~

(if you wanna include ships in it anything with delena/dalaric/bamon; brienne; pepper/bruce/strange/rhodey is okay lmfao so pretty much anything goes, i just want them being each other's therapist because the timeline collapsed for some time and their universes interacted somehow lmfao)

*spins the wheel* AAAND hello anon we can absolutely try that u__u

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Well, now I really did bite off more than I could chew, Tony thinks as he shakes his head and hopes that he and Bruce didn't fuck up the entire fabric of reality.

Well.

He's not in New York and he wasn't in the span of five seconds since they got the machine turned on, but - but well. Bruce isn't here, so hopefully he'll figure out where the fuck he ended up. Maybe we should have been sober when trying to work out that whole different timelines and multiverses thing.

Now, damage control. He should probably try to not go anywhere, but in case he actually just... teleported somewhere, maybe he should just ask where he is. He glances at his back. He's in front of a bar named Mystic Grill, which... okay, shitty name, but he could be anywhere in fuck-all-middle-of-nowhere Idaho for all he knows. He takes out his cellphone, and there is zero reception.

Bad news.

He sees a blonde kid with a police badge coming up the road, so he clears his throat and stops him.

"Uh, officer?"

"Hello," the kid says, "I don't remember seeing you around here."

Yeah, because I'm not from this world, most likely. "Eh," Tony lies, "I was driving my car but it broke down outside town and the way I got in, there wasn't a sign. Would you mind telling me where exactly I ended up?"

"Mystic Falls," the guy says, "I didn't know the damned State of Virginia now took us off the maps, too." That was sarcastic, Tony can hear it, but.

He's sure that there is no such place where he comes from.

"Right," Tony says, "I'll, uh, be out to find a mechanic then."

The kid gives him instructions to reach one, Tony thanks him and lets him go. Well, he can't certainly go anywhere now, but at least it seems like they fucked up just his -

"What the fuck," he hears from his left side -

Just in time to see a blonde guy wearing a white armor and a white cloak fall through a portal just the same as his own, that disappears a moment later. The blonde guy has green eyes, Tony notices, is lacking a right hand because he has a rather heavy golden prothesis on it that looks tacky also for his own tastes and looks completely out of his depth as he moves to his feet.

"Uh," Tony says, "I imagine you aren't from... here."

"Certainly not," the guy says, sounding... near hysterical, as he takes the surroundings. "What - what are those things anyway?" Cars. Oh fuck, he's looking at cars. "How are you dressed? What - what are these houses?"

"Er," Tony says, "humor me a moment. What's your name and where do you come from?"

The guy rolls his eyes. "Jaime Lannister, and I come from Westeros, thank you very much, now where the hell am I?"

... Great, Tony thinks, now it's not even someplace where the USA exist. "Er," Tony says, "in another world. Listen, it's my fault, I, uh, sort of caused it, and my colleague will most likely fix it, but it's really better we don't go anywhere so he can locate us more easily. Tell you what, can I buy you a drink while we wait?"

"Another world?" The guy blurts, and then - then he stares at Tony, then at his surroundings, then rolls his eyes again.

"You know what," he says, "I've had a shit long day. What can this be on top of fucking undead Catelyn Stark? Buy me the fucking drink."

I'm not doing drunk science anymore, Tony vows to himself as they walk inside the place, and he really hopes he can spin some story as to why the guy with him is wearing bonafide armor -

"And who the fuck are the two of you now?"

So: Tony had not taken into account that there would be just one person in the bar and that this person would be of course not human because no one human could pin the two of them to the wall in a split second and hold them there with such strength, and that's how he finds out that pretty guy with blue eyes, dark hair, pale skin and homicidal face is a damned vampire.

Except that the moment Tony explains it - Jaime or whoever he is is just keeping his mouth shut, wisely - the guy stares at them, and then more, and then -

"With everything I've seen in the last years," he says, "honestly, that's not even the most fucking stupid. So, you just want to lounge around until your friend shows up to fix whatever the fuck you did?"

"Er, yes?"

"Whatever. I'm Damon. I can cover your drinks and compel the bartender to forget your face. I sorely fucking need some myself."

He lets them go, but then - "Get that armor off," he tells Jaime, "this isn't New York City."

"I can't just leave my armor around!"

"Just leave it in the bathroom and take it back later," Damon shrugs, and then nods towards what's most likely the bathroom.

Jaime shrugs and goes, muttering something about maybe having drank too much milk of the poppy, and Tony doesn't want to know whatever the hell that is.

--

"Listen," Jaime says later, wearing an attire that's still obviously Middle-Ages-like but at least doesn't stand out too much, sipping at the bourbon Damon shoved at them, "I'm choosing to think I'm making this all up, but if I'm not, how long will it be before I can go back where I come from? Because you dragged me away from a rather fucking delicate situation."

"No idea," Tony shrugs, "but he's good at his job. And he was less drunk than me. We might get you back at the point you left."

"And what would that delicate situation be?" Damon asks. "Entertain me."

"And why should I tell you?"

"First, I bought you that alcohol and you're definitely enjoying it. Second, this is my town and I could tear your throat open if I wanted to." Fuck. He just showed fangs at the both of them. What the fuck. "Also, my murderous former girlfriend who is the cause of all my problems just finally fucked off this planet for good after possessing my current girlfriend who looks like her but really is the whole contrary and my best friend just came back to life after being dead for a whole lot of time and it's a complicated situation and I need a distraction or ten."

"That... sounds like something," Tony mutters, sipping at his alcohol. It's good, at least.

"Believe me, it is. So, what's the poison from Middle Ages here?"

"Ah, fuck that," Jaime says, takes a drink, and starts talking.

--

Half an hour later, Tony thinks that he and Damon are equally staring at the guy with the same disbelieving face.

"... Was that the undead woman that got you like this?" Jaime asks, blinking. "Considering that he seems like he's some kind of living dead, that's a tad hypocritical."

"No," Damon says, "that's the least of my problems. How haven't you frenched this Brienne person already?"

"I frenched?"

"Dude, he's from the Middle Ages," Tony takes pity on him. "He means put your tongue in her mouth."

"I - what - she's not - I'm not -"

"Listen," Damon cuts him, "I've been there. I mean, thinking I couldn't live without an arse who didn't give a fuck about me, which you admitted. But you do realize you spent at least five minutes of your charming tale describing us exactly how this Brienne of yours is ripped and has pretty eyes and was about to die for you?"

"Yeah, uh," Tony says, "let it come from someone who had the right people in front of him for ages and didn't let himself go for it, you really don't wanna drag it any longer."

"That's - she's a knight, that's not -"

"Oh, sure, all knights are shit where you come from, you said that, but suddenly someone would rather hang than kill you and you're here jittering because you got sucked here while she's dealing with a zombie that wanted you dead but I have to think you don't wanna french her?" Damon rolls his eyes again, pours himself another drink and honestly, Tony has cut down on the alcohol lately but he's gonna just make a damned exception. "Please."

"He's right," Tony says, "and also, let it come from someone whose dad was loaded on money and fairly shitty and still way better than yours, whatever he said about you is wrong."

"How do you know -" Jaime starts, half-blanching.

"Told you," Tony shrugs, "loaded on money, shitty father, at least I missed out on the shit sister. Honestly, man, just fucking drop her like hot coal and follow your gut. And let it come from someone who's fucked around a lot to get distracted, if you wanted to bone her in that bath then you're into her."

"I -" Jaime goes red in the face, finishes the drink, "it's not like it ever happened with anyone else before, it was a mistake, most likely -"

Damon gives him a look that looks halfway worried.

Tony thinks he just matched it, except even more worried.

"My vampire friend," he says, "are you thinking what I am thinking?"

"I'm afraid so," Damon says, and then looks back at Jaime. "Newsflash," he goes on, "if you get hard looking at a naked woman most likely you find her attractive. Also, you can find more than one person attractive in your life. And let it come from someone who's been there in the sense that I thought I could only love fucking Katherine, you really don't want to keep on doing it."

"I didn't say I wasn't done with Cersei," Jaime replies, somewhat weakly.

"Good," the two of them reply at the same time, and Tony has to snort.

"Look at that," he says, "for once I'm the one with the healthiest relationship history sitting at a table. Who'd have thought?"

"Fuck this," Damon says, "I'm getting more bourbon."

"Please," Jaime says, and - well. Seems like when Bruce comes to collect him, Tony won't be sober.

--

"Wait," Jaime says, "wait, wait, wait, she possessed your girlfriend?"

"Yeah, well, as if," Damon shrugs, "honestly, sometimes I think I should have just run away to New York after deserting."

"You deserted what?" Tony asks.

"The fucking confederacy," Damon shrugs. "Well, what are you staring about? I'm a vampire, I've been around ages, I'm from fucking middleofnowhere Virginia, you think I got drafted with the unionists? But I disagreed and I hated it and I never wanted to go, so I fucking deserted. I hope you aren't here judging me, or -"

"Please, I used to build weapons for the army and stopped when I realized it wasn't what I wanted to be, and honestly, that just means you have a conscience, so -"

"Wait, you did what," Jaime says.

"Deserted. An army. Back in the day. Risked my neck for it, and I came back and met Katherine and honestly I should have just gone North, but -"

"Hm," Jaime says, drinking, and then - "you don't regret it?"

"No," Damon says at once, "best decision I ever took. Why, you want to do that, too?"

"Sure he wants to," Tony says when Jaime doesn't immediately reply. "Let me guess, not just your army. You want to desert the whole shebang, don't you?"

"I don't know what a fucking shebang is, but yes. So what?"

"Well, if you want my been there done that advice, do that," Damon shrugs. "From what it sounds like, your entire world is collapsing because of zombies anyway, what do you have to lose? Your sister? You're better fucking off without."

Jaime stares down at the glass, then knocks it down. "Can I have another?"

"Sure," Damon says, and generously tips it.

--

"So what," Tony says, "now that your best friend you had a thing with while your girlfriend was with your brother is back to life you're having trouble adjusting?"

"She also hadn't been possessed by my murderous ex until then," Damon shrugs.

Jaime just looks at them, then drinks some more. "Who am I to judge on that anyway," he says, "but that sounds like a lot of work."

"You wouldn't believe," Damon shrugs, knocking down some more of his bourbon. "Never mind that Stefan won't get over brooding instead of fessing up to the girl he is in love with now, but it's not like I hadn't expected it."

"Tell him to," Jaime says at once. "I let my father fuck things up for my brother once and I hate that I ever did, just - don't."

"This is getting fucking eerie," Damon says.

Tony, who is currently feeling very thankful he doesn't have siblings, takes another sip. Then -

"Man, if it's complicated just date the both of them. If they both like you and aren't the kind of super monogamous people that can't handle a threesome once in a while, they won't have a problem."

"... And what do you know?"

He shrug. "Well," he says, "my steady girlfriend was in front of my eyes for years. Took us a while to get over ourselves. The guy I was doing drunk science with, well. Was an instant hit and I didn't let myself drag it in the centuries and guess what, we have a nice lovely arrangement where I'm with both of them, they commiserate about how much of an idiot I can be and sometimes we all occasionally have sex. It's grand. You should try it."

And I really hope Bruce shows up soon.

"Huh," Damon says, "maybe it has merit. For me. Not for you."

Jaime sputters. "I said nothing!"

"You shouldn't even think about threesomes. I can see it in your face you're not the type. And certainly not including your sister."

"Fuck you," Jaime replies without meaning it, "I was not considering that." Huh. Now he sounds offended Damon implied it. Maybe he really will fess up to the other one when he's back.

"Then it means this enlightening talk has enlightened you," Tony grins. "Mind telling us more about that hand?"

"And why?"

Tony shrugs. It's not like he doesn't have time to waste. "What if I could help you with that thing?" He says, nodding towards Jaime's stump, and then - well. Time to test if he can summon the armor here, too.

--

"God," Damon says a while later, "I'll have to compel that poor bartender so hard, but fuck this is something."

Sure it is, Tony grins. "Hey, I managed to fuck with quantum reality, I'm not the first idiot that passes by."

"Seven Hells," Jaime says, "I have no idea what it is you're putting on me but if it works half as well as that thing you have, I'm going to show back up in King's Landing just to show my sister who has the useless hand now. If she didn't get herself killed."

"Well, now that is one reason I could approve of," Tony laughs, "and don't fucking move."

Sure, building a prothesis from the rests of whatever nonfunctioning electronics the bartender had lying around is... somewhat a challenge, but as stated, he has time to waste and it's not like he's wanted anywhere soon.

"By the way," Damon says as he watches him tinker around with the toolkit he found him in the backroom, "do you need advice in the whole I fucked up and want my brother to forgive me department?"

"What if I do?" Jaime replies through his teeth. "Because now that would distract me from how much this entire thing is fucking hurting."

The more they talk while he tinkers, the more Tony decides he's absolutely glad he was an only child and that his father only fucked one son up.

--

"You're doing this while not even being fucking sober?" Damon knocks back more bourbon. "You sure you don't wanna stay here and turn into an immortal? You'd be useful."

"Thanks but I like my life as it is," Tony snorts. "But if you need tech tinkered with, you can ask while I'm here."

Jaime is just staring at the steel-colored hand coming to life while Tony puts piece after piece together, his throat working up and down.

He drinks some more. "Fuck, if only I had such a thing when I realized what the fuck Aerys had turned into."

"Wait, who's Aerys now?" Damon asks.

--

He hadn't told them that part in detail.

When he's done and Tony is at the fourth finger, he kind of wants to hurl, but mostly -

"Do we really have to stay here," Damon says, "or you think we could sneak him to a VA? I can compel them to just hear that he's talking about Vietnam or something."

"He's not old enough for Vietnam, but you know what, I think we could risk that."

"What in the Seven Hells is a VA?"

"Someone I really could have used in the nineteenth century," Damon sighs, and then just as Tony moves to the last finger -

"Tony, what the hell is this?"

--

Turns out, where Bruce comes from it took him two days to figure this out. He also immediately spots three different improvements Tony could do to that hand, and when he hears the entire shebang he raises his hands and says that he can send Jaime right back when he left at any point and he and Tony, too, but he supposes that if they want to compel the VA before they leave it's not like he's in a hurry, and wait, vampires?

Damon ends up asking him if the threesome thing is really working out as well as Tony says.

While he does, Tony manages the finishing touches on the sort-of-steel-and-iron-hand he cobbled up together, and thank fuck Bruce showed up because he had been the one studying how Barnes's arm worked, back in the day, and gave Tony the pointer he needed to make sure the entire thing was... well, connected to the nervous system without needing to rip Jaime's wrist open.

"Right," he says, "try to move the fingers."

Jaime holds them in a fist.

It works.

"Seven fucking hells -"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm a genius. Just keep it out of too many lines of fire, but if you're from the middle ages it should withstand most stuff. You're welcome. And go french that knight of yours instead of waiting, really."

"I think in between him and you, you've made a case. Uh, thank you, I -"

"Nonsense, I was the reason you're here, I might as well have helped out. Hey," he says, "so, what about a last round before we drag him to the VA and Bruce here settles everything?"

"I'm so down for it," Damon says.

"Do I even have a choice," Bruce groans, but then he does sit down at the same table and lets Tony fill his glass.

"Oh, don't look like that," Tony says, "after all I didn't destroy the universe and made some friends, it could have gone worse."

"Wouldn't know about that, but I could have done worse, too," Damon says, and orders more bourbon.

"I sure as the fucking Seven Hells will never manage to explain this to anyone," Jaime says, "but I guess I'm not too disappointed, either."

"Tony," Bruce groans, "did you manage to somehow end up with two people with - never mind. Of course you did. We're never doing drunk science again, hear me?"

"Maybe so," Tony agrees, though... well.

Maybe he will want to check on them, once in a while.

But he can think about how to convince Bruce to make sure they can later.

For now, he'll enjoy his last round.

[pxppinmolly-archived]

I second that. Dani writes Molly unlike any other and I absolutely adore their blog to the fullest extent. Their writing skill and speed itself is no short of amazing, and I can't wait to see more amazing stuff come out. Love you <3

enyahahAHAYHEHH

YOU!! guys are being so kind to meeee ;___;

I’m just s!! Slapping my silly little Italian pizza hands on my keyboard but goodness I’m. SO TOUCHED;; AND HONORED;; You guys apparently like what I put out ;___;

I apologize also about my speed both about me being too fucking fast or sometimes. I end up leaving ppl on read for months and end up sometimes dropping threads a lot u__u;;

But GOSH literally I can’t express. With words enough just how touched and flattered I am over such kindness!! ;w; Thank you so much my dear!! Aaaa;;;

[freewheelshippin]

30 utapri questions!

Thanks @dekiaibadchoices​ for the tag, this was an awesome way to wind down after a ton of nonstop busy busy busy!!! (and thanks for tagging this blog vs the general utapri one so i can REALLY gush LOL) Here’s the OG meme! 

1. Your best boy?

BANANAMAN RAN WHO ELSE  

2. Your least favorite boy?

“least favorite” implies dislike which...not true! truthfully it’s much of HEAVENS by nature of ‘I haven’t spent as much time getting to know these characters so I don’t really know who they are.’ (though I already know I love to go for drinks and snacks with Van hehe) i do like all of HEAVENS quite a bit from what i’ve seen so far but that affection has not had time to ripen! 

3. A character that you never thought you would love as much as you do now?

mnmnj ranran tbh 

4. A character you can relate to in any way?

I can’t answer everything with Ranmaru but like. His ambition, straightforwardness, and how the soul and spirit of music motivate him to move forward beyond a tough past are things I same hat so much ;; But HONESTLY I also relate a lot to Masa and Tokiya, especially in their moments of self-doubt and dramatic commitment to to their art? 

5. A character that you think deserves more love?

Oh, Cecil, without a doubt. He’s such a resilient, committed, and open-hearted cutie and gets really shafted by canon tbh. Which makes it harder for everyone to see what a great boy this sweetie is! But I appreciate how Shining Live has given him some room to have really cute and standout moments so everyone can love him more but okay like, give me more Ceci and Ran palling around I love him most when they’re up to shenanigans 

6. A character you would want as your partner?

well we’re posting this fuckin here so you all fuckin know (im very embarrass rn i can barely say it lmao) 

(for the record i would also very much like to be friends with reiji and syo, they are cool people i think i’d get along with! and i know myself, if i knew otoya or masato IRL i’d just be like ‘well. that’s my son now’ and basically appoint myself their tough big sis-type-friend lookin out for them lol) 

7. A character you would want as your mentor/senpai?

I would swallow a pinecone before I called him ‘onii-san’ but teach me how to network kotobuki-senpai 

(No, like, forreal, I suck so, so bad at a ton of stuff Reiji is aces at, and I respect the hell out of his *waves* general everything and skilll navigating the industry. Since I’m a goofy, jokey, overenthusiastic teacher for work a lot it’d be nice to be on the receiving end of all that energy! and be a fucking decent kouhai that isn’t so horribly unappreciative of all his hard work and good cheer ) 

8. Your favorite ship?

shut your whore mouth i dont have the marbles to write it out 

(tbh it’s also Haru/Tomo, I just feel so much more romantic chemistry between those two than Haru and any of the boys u___u  Friends’ selfship stuff goes without saying, haha, and ngl I’m kind of About a Ren/Van rivalry hatemance? can i call it a kismesis thing? it’s a kismesis thing.) 

(actually no I think I’m just a member of the “Ren Fucks and sometimes it’s Hatesex” club) 

9. A character that you want to cosplay/have already cosplayed?

I had plans to cosplay Ranmaru a couple months ago bc it’s really not much of a stretch for my wardrobe, haha, but I dunno about that anymore! Part of it was wanting the Euphoria of looking like a tough, twunky, princely anime character but tbqh I’m already that every day of my life so 

I suppose if you were to pull my leg I’d go for cosplaying Van, mostly because I wanna try that mullet on for myself. 

10. Favorite side character?

TOMO!! LOVE U BITCH WHEN WILL I HEAR U SINGGGGGG 

11. Your favorite solo song?

god this is horrible how can I decide??? so many good ones??? I think it’s a draw between Top Star Revolution, No. 1, Brand New Melody, Wild Soul, Seien Brave Heart, and Junketsu Nara Ai ~Aspiration~ ??? 

12. Your favorite duet song?

HMMMMM again too many good ones. Three-way tie between Haru Hana, NorthWind and SunShine, and Original Resonance! 

13. Your favorite trio song?

Ahhh Dream More than Love is really nostalgic bc it’s the first Utapri song I really loved, but i gotta be real. It’s just Egoistic. There’s just no getting better than Egoistic 

14. Your favorite group song?

mmmm i’m be basic. Poison Kiss 

15. Your least favorite song?

I love Ai and Shouta Aoi’s incredible voice but......I’m really not a fan of super slow, overly-saccharine songs. u__u so A.I. really, really doesn’t land with me, much less so than easygoing (like Knocking on the Mind) or somber (like Winter Blossom) songs. 

16. Your favorite singer?

ranran...it’s always ranran...

(I do also adore Natsuki’s and Camus’s voices! I tend to like deeper, richer vocal qualities, but you just can’t beat Ranmaru’s subtle growls and high-energy rock!!!! <3) 

17. Your favorite group/trio/duo?

god what combo of these idiots DONT i love? I could watch Reiji prank and tease Ranmaru all fuckin day, and I also really like it when Ran’s at his most ‘tuff big bro-y’ with, like, Ai, Otoya, and Cecil!!! but honestly I do like how the Ran/Masa/Ren trio isn’t so straightforward and is more or less held together by a thin string of professionalism, there’s something i appreciate about not forcing ppl to just bury the hatchet and be Perfect Friends but you all can still care about each other? (Ranmaru needs to be nicer to them still but...) 

i need to suggest one that isn’t ranmaru centric fjdsioafjsa i fuckin love Soccer Buds (otosyo) and I loooooove it when Otoya and Cecil are good to each other!!! 

18. Your favorite member of Starish?

they’re all my favorite but if you REALLY had to make me pick.....Masato, probably, haha. I just...if you take yourself too seriously and care so much about everything but still know how to be Nasty how can I not love you??? 

19. Your favorite member of Quartet Night?

what do you fuckin think, hoss 

20. Your favorite member of Heavens?

I mentioned earlier I don’t really know Heavens well, so ofc this is all liable to change! But off the bat I love what a conniving yet wholesome bastard Eiichi is and Van is just the kinda guy I would rib and pal around with IRL!! 

21. Your favorite seiyuu/voice actor?

Ahhh that’s tough! I love all these goofbags, and Tattsun really is just so cool and makes music I’m pretty about. But I think I gotta give it to Suwabe, his performances are always so him but still pretty varied, and how can you not adore a man who loves his chihuahuas that much??? 

(if i’m being 100% honest Tattsun lost points bc he voices my absolute least favorite character in granblue ffjsfjisda) 

22. Favorite Drama CD?

HMMMMMMM see as a certified Giant Tool for Everything Mecha and silly and extra, I enjoyed the hell out of Polaris, but it really suffers from a lack of Ranmaru in my humble fuckin opinion lmao. So even though I’m not one for pirate stuff most of the time, I gotta give it to Pirates of the Frontier!! I really loved Ranmaru and Otoya’s dynamic in that one, and Camus was juuuuust the right amount of shitheel, too. 

I haven’t heard the whole thing but that thing from Egoistic where Natsuki squeezes Ranmaru to death and Eiichi’s just like ‘WUAHAHAHAHAH’ is also the mcfuckin best. 

23. Your favorite shining live card?

CAN’T PICK 

HOW COULD I POSSIBLY PICK?????????? LIKE??? I love the fucking dumb, dumb, dumb ostentatiousness of Evil Villains, I LOVE a good heel, and I also worked so so hard to t1 that event and had a lot of fun doing it!! But also, I just love his big smile and all the energy and mixed prints from Fortune and Prosperity, and it was literally the first time I ever got the exact card I was rolling for in a gacha on the last pull I had left!! (He also came home during a time I was really going through some shit, and ngl it rescued me a little bit!) but AHHHH Soulful Bass also came out right around my birthday, I love all the textures in the outfit and it’s generally the most My Aesthetique thing Utapri has ever released!!! And god, I just love it when he’s so confident and in his element like this, it sets me on FIRE to see him light up the stage wurghjgfj ;___; They all make me just want to HUG SO MUCH ARGGHHHHH 

24. Your favorite song beatmap?

Ahhh I think Shining Live really has great beatmaps across the board so that’s a tough pick! Almost all of them are super fun in their own way, but I think I gotta hand it to Wild Soul, Top Star Revolution, and Innocent Wind! 

25. Your least favorite song beatmap?

A.I. u__u Sorry, Ai...it’s just not fun for me.

26. Black Deja Vu or White Gravity?

Actually I’m really glad for this question bc I’ve been so busy lately I hadn’t given myself the time to really check them out! checking ......... 

and yep. Black Deja Vu. (I mean...Ranmaru is on it, haha.) But I’m so about this. Love this heavier sound and all these harmonies, this is so juicy. (White Gravity also absolutely kicks ass though!! I’m really liking that voice group, it’s making especially good use of those higher registers!) 

27. Utapri merch that you own/want?

Honestly I don’t have much u__u Not a lot of Utapri merch is my thing...you know? I’m mostly shopping for Ran merch if I’m getting any, but I’m very picky about how he gets drawn? Keeping his toughness and a particular clothing style about him is so essential, haha, and barely anything hits that sweet spot for me. But I will say I adored the whole ‘My Favorite Things’ series, and if I had the budget and space atm I’d love to get some of the Ran goodies from that line! 

28. How did you get into Utapri?

I first heard about it through some acquaintances from cosplay before Quartet Night was a thing. It didn’t appeal enough to my heavy metal ass to make me drop everything and try it, but I did have an interest in it I couldn’t explain and I’d always intended on trying it out. (especially after I got into Love Live and idol anime for a bit.) But it was Shining Live that got me! And I really only downloaded Shining Live because I was super exhausted after a business trip, didn’t want to leave bed once I got back home, and just wanted to sink my teeth in something new I could enjoy for hours while lying down, haha.  

29. A set theme in shining live that you want to see in the future?

This will surprise nobody, but something tougher. More rock, more punk, more metal. I want all of them in studs and spikes and leather, and I want less polish. More rough! 

I’d also love a wrestler set complete with who’s-a-heel-who’s-a-face but that’s a pipe dream and a half, lmao. 

30. Why do you love your best boy?

Oh boy. 

I think he’s this powerhouse of a human bean who can face a ton of pain and meet it with a big middle finger. And that middle finger is chasing after ambitious dreams, of spreading the power and soul of the same music that made me who I am and influences so much of my work, but also being ... you know, smart about it? He’s an idol because like, sure, maybe it’s not the OG dream, but you can’t dream if you’re dead, and you also deserve to give yourself a life and platform to share some of who you are, and you can do a lot of good with that, too. (And I won’t lie, I respect the drama of a man who takes his hair that seriously and commits so hard to the aesthetic he wears fuckin mismatched contacts i just. charm point ) 

But at the same time....I don’t know, this might sound presumptuous, but. I think. I just think he’d think I’m as neat as I think he is. I’m an ambitious, passionate person, too, and I also furiously stick to my ideals, and I also love the same kind of soul of music he does. I lean a little more metal than I do rock, but I think that’s nice, like sharing it has that ‘alike but different’ kind of familiarity and novelty all at once. Sometimes it’s tough sharing just how deeply rock and metal have sculpted me and my artwork (and therefore my career), bc it’s so deeply personal to me, and sometimes there’s weird elitism/misogyny/racism to deal with, too. But. The way he talks about rock, the way he describes the passion and how it transcends identity and is just a pure rush of power and sharing your feelings..................it just feels like he Gets it the same way I do. Just that unspoken, burning passion and understanding. I know it sounds weird to feel that strongly over just a music genre, but I just vibe with how to him, it really isn’t ‘just’ a music genre. I feel more accepting of myself for it, and I’d like to think he’d be real proud of himself for that.  

And listen, like....I’m very sentimental, but I really don’t like saccharine, flowery, romantic kinds of affection to be lavished on me. Just be straightforward but also a little tsun about it fjdsjfas and ..... those are the kind of feelings I can accept. And that’s the way Ranmaru is, and it’s also grounded in the kind of reality that I don’t like to be swept away from. He’s just so cool and hardworking and unwavering in his passion, it makes it easier for me to do the same despite all the bumps in the road. This got real long but Ran’s a cool dude, haha, I got a lot of positives to say. 

Anyways, I never tag folks for these things, but I love seeing everyone’s answers! If you see this and wanna fill it, feel free to count this as a tag from me :) I know this got real long, but with 30 questions how could it not haha? Thanks for reading and sticking around! 

[keruworld]

KR 01 ep 31: Shouldnt Aruto priority be that all humangears reach singurality?I Instead of pushing them asking: what do you want to do? Ok i will not question Aruto’s logic. 01 continues to keep all their cast away, i should be used to it by now. -___- May be a miracle happens and this will improve in next eps. So for not annoy anyone with my CRITIC to this show:

Just when i thought that finally Aruto’s going to design a humangear... i forgot he knows nothing about how to create humangears... i guess.

Shouldnt be obvious that he can’t think for himself since he havent reached singularity?

Thanks to the script power. X,D Really the script dont let Aruto do much.

In fact he is named after a drawing tool. X,D If i were Jin i could have pointed that out.

Apart for this fight being totally unnecesary, It could have been cool to watch them fight without transform. Fumiya havent done any stunts right? please correct me is im wrong. Even in Sentai the actors must do kicks and punchs some times.

Well yeah... Jin have the reason here.

If the manga world in japan was not competitive enough... here goes A.I to create manga. XD

You know, Jin still is a baby and he dont having a plan is proof enough. XD

Worried Horobi: comeon son, return to home! X//D

If you think carefully... Horobi is right. Humangears will be subdued to humans no matter if they reach singularity. Till there are laws that recognize them as another... live species. Wish the show explain how they are made... like Drive did with Roidmudes, i mean it was not big deal, but explained how and why Roidmudes have emotions and sentiments.

I could have loved that Jin question Horobi here... alittle more interesting dialogue please.

This is the “Im not a tool arc”

I guess i already said it... but i will say it again... if they dont give Yua a background, an explanation WHY she let GAI insert the chip in her... i will cry in deception.

So Fuwa lives in the Hiden parking lot? Nice. XD

If only humangears could have been an hybrid or something. As i said in the beggining, is not dangerous to japanese society for their kids be more empatic to ROBOTS than humans it self? Tell me where is the human element in Zero One?

Could have been great that these guys response were: WE FOLLOW HIM BECAUSE THE PAY IS GOOD. There are alot society factors that 01 is missing, sadly.

Seriously the only thing that stop me to ship these two is the cold treatment, i dont see friendship no matter how much the show want me to ship these two. Could have been great if Fuwa said that while lending her a hand, no matter if his words are rash, Fuwa actions must looks like he is a friend and that he want to help her. I dont see a friend here.

You know this is why i dont fully like Gai as villain, he needs more... deep? or personality? I really dont know how to call it... but if he is a capitalist... push him like that in the dialogue. Like a clash with the dialogue like: Yes i have the right to interfere since is easy to buy people! or something like that. Gai little by little is becoming more a cartoon villain than anything else. Sadly.

Please writer, please im begging you, think more the dialogue. X,D I mean just read the Jin dialogue, it says... nothing. Well yeah, seems like Jin now will join to Aruto ... may be... but why?! X,D Really, WHY?! About the power that Humangears need to achieve Singularity? What power? The dreams? Why Jin didnt mention it?!

Where is the evil laugh?! X,D

Wonder, how and by who?!

Ansat....... no... he is not Ansatsu chan! U__U

Love Ansatsu actor... but... it was sad his return... -__- but... i guess... it was ..ok.

[pussyboie-blog]

hello  gays  &  gays  !  ever  seen  a  goth  KING  make  classical  music  ?  have  u  ever  been  in  the  process  of  making  a  muse  &  they  turned  out  to  be  eons  more  emo™  than  what  you  ever  had  in  mind  for  them  ?  do  u  love  cinnamon  rolls  that  can  cut  ?  mr  rome  right  here  is  ALL  THREE  ,  homeboy  just  scored  a  hat - trick  ladies  and  gents  !!!!   ─ ─ ─        what’s  up  nerds  ,  i’m  KERO  and  i  love  t*ddies  u__u  here  with  who  may  as  well  be  foxcroft’s  punching  bag  ,  my  actual  son  &  my stars  ｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟﻭ  no  more  rambling  ,  enjoy  the  intro  &  have  his  PINTEREST  BOARD !  d*scord  is  the  way  to  go  &  where  i’m  a  tad  more  accessible  right  now  and  overall  tbh  ,  but ims  are  an  option  too  !!!  I Just Think  He  ( d*scord )  Is  Neat  .  JPG  @  𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐎. #7261

❛          /          ♡          I     :     APPLICATION     。

⦗  𝙆𝙀𝙍𝙊 , 𝙏𝙒𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙔 , 𝙎𝙃𝙀/𝙃𝙀𝙍 , 𝙂𝙈𝙏  ⦘ ⇸ have you seen  𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐘𝐔𝐍  walking around foxcroft?  you know, the  𝐶𝐼𝑆𝑀𝐴𝐿𝐸 𝐽𝐸𝑂𝑁 𝐽𝐸𝑂𝑁𝐺𝐺𝑈𝐾  lookalike?  apparently the  𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 - 𝐎𝐍𝐄  year old  𝑀𝑈𝑆𝐼𝐶 𝑃𝑅𝑂𝐷𝑈𝐶𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁 & 𝐸𝑁𝐺𝐼𝑁𝐸𝐸𝑅𝐼𝑁𝐺  major is really  + 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖  , but also kinda  - 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓  . i hope i don’t get on  𝑯𝑰𝑺  bad side.

❛          /          ♡          II     :     THROWING IT BACK     。

𝐓𝐖 :     domestic abuse , poverty , hinted depression .

rome byun hasn’t had the prettiest of lives, akin more to a tasteless joke or a bad dream. born in the borough of brooklyn: poor, with nowhere to drop dead  &  his only salvation a mother that got the soul beat out of heart by a man that didn’t love her, a stranger in the eyes of a kid that refused to acknowledge a monster as his father. the ticking bomb that was the repressed anger swallowed thorough the years turned the flimsy kid into a man throwing punches at the horror living in their house. far too young, with a lip split in two  &  body beat until he couldn’t anymore. but it’s okay mom, he’s far away now, forever. no more dry blood  &  purple blotches blemishing your skin.

life was spent in a multitude of badly paid jobs and alone. a mother that had to work as much as him to make it through another month  &  no time for friends. he didn’t need them, they won’t put food on the table, right ?  his only comfort was music, the soothing medicine that calmed his aching, blue heart and nights wasted on nightmares. for as long as he remembers, he gave up many things to further drown himself in that little magic, not quite recalling when did he create his first beat, his first melody. he was enamoured, mouth watering then feeling like sand against his palate with the thirst to explore deeper into it.

❛          /          ♡          III     :     NO PRINTER JUST FAX     。

to make it clear, the day he fought the rat and got his ass beat senseless the cops got called, now the bastard  ( read: his father )  is in jail  &  has a restraining order for rome and his mum so who’s the real winner.

bitch is empty. EMPTY !!!!  has a hard time getting attached to people, rarely happens, and same with passions / hobbies. can’t sort out his feelings at all. drake created the line “i only love my bed and my momma” SOLELY  for rome, champagne papi said so.

don’t really know why but he radiates  BIG DUMBASS ENERGY  . think of usagi  &  goku. maybe naruto ?  stupid sandwich. i also relate red roses to him a lot, dial god and ask him why, because i don’t know a single thing my guy !

to expand on his emptiness:   there’s this sense of loneliness that has always been with him, a gaping hole inside him he doesn’t know how to fill up. sometimes he uses sex as a coping mechanism. it only makes him feel even more empty afterwards but at least he nutted (✧ω✧)

aside from music and the occassional sex, reading poetry is a strong way he has to cope and simply clear his mind. relax. goes second after music. likely to always carry one of the poetry books he has with him.

with so many jobs while simultaneously attempting to have decent grades in school, he has grown used to not sleeping much and lowkey became a night owl. nighttime slowly became a safe haven.

emo goth that likes tattoos but hasn’t really gotten any so far. always stares for far too long at people that has them. also likes polaroids, taking the train and fast food.

somehow clingy but in a subtle way ???  if you’re close enough he’ll probably let you play with his hair or do his make up or paint his nails, or he will hold onto the sleeve of your sweater or stand close or feed you. GOOD DOMESTIC SHIT. has a very lowkey of taking care of people too.

get used to this with me because i am: dumb but i almost forgot something  REALLY  important: weird that he’s majoring in MP&E on this institution but his reason is exactly that, because it’s unusual and he wants to expand his limits. he’s interested in all kinds of music and while he’s fluent in more modern, popular styles, this is something new for him and he’s THRIVING. thank you that was my ted talk.

❛          /          ♡          IV     :     PERSONALITY     。

rome is really sweet and soft, a good person at heart, but the circumstances he had to grow in didn’t give him much room to grow outside of himself, so it has resulted in him being extremely closed off. he has an extremely hard time when it comes to opening up, letting others in, anything remotely related to feelings. he feels truly empty and believes he cannot truly love anyone other than his mum. but when he finally lets the walls down and allows himself to love someone  ( be it romantically or platonically )  he loves like no other, goes fully in.

overall an extreme introvert and a bit deadpan, looks like he’s always on this neutral, impassive emotional state. well - mannered and respectful by default. his more animated side shows when he’s interested in something, like music. his sense of humour scratches nihilism, the kinda Life Has No Meaning , Hope That Truck Runs Me Over type of humour. kind of a pacifist too, doesn’t like to fight but will if he has reached his limit.

❛          /          ♡          V     :     WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE     。

some plot ideas i’d like to have but like, you know, just throwing these in here so i don’t forget and in case someone fits in here. your ideas ?  VALID.

𝟎𝟎𝟏  :  𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑤.    /    in summary, someone who has been in his life since he was really young, actively or not. a neighbor, someone from his school, an old friend. lots of room !!!  they aren’t really close though, probably has seen him from a distance, or used to be in his life but not anymore. damn !

𝟎𝟎𝟐  :  𝑐𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑠𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔.    /    yeah. text - book  fuck buddies, friends with benefits, hit it and quit it. what mentioned before, somebody he nuts with when he’s feeling extra empty. hesitant about having two of these since he doesn’t have a high libido or is too into rawing, but still possible !

𝟎𝟎𝟑  :  𝑧𝑒𝑟𝑜 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠.    /    lord forgive me for i’m selective as fuck with this one. rome needs a best friend and he needs it  BADLY  . it has to be someone he can be comfortable be, someone he can trust completely and someone that’ll understand him and be there for him. kid has a lot of inner demons. i think someone that’s the opposite of him could be good, but it really depends. if you can see it working, let me know !!  just yeah, selective because rome is. well. rome.

me ?  missing something ?  LIKELY !!!  but in conclusion:  i love my son. revolting how long this got, so THANK U for reading this far, you have my whole heart and one titty. mwah (づ￣ ³￣)づ

[knightofameris]

aaaAAAAAHHH THERE IS SO MUCH TO RESPOND TO OMG HOLD ON DHSKSN

before i start let me just say thank u guys (just in general) for being so kind and welcoming...,, today was so bleh and i just have been feeling worse and worse (yes i did cry for an hour but m ok now) and i go on tumblr and i almost cried again bc i saw all the asks...,, it’s so refreshing to just be hit w all this love........so thank u,,... much love from 🧸 dhdjd

onto the convos! hi ames i’m glad ur taking a break or at least are hopefully trying to!! i will kick ur shins and take ur kneecaps if u aren’t hehe :> pls take care of yourself and this goes for anyone else out there reading this!!! i’ll support u 100% :D

(i learned how to press return so my msg isn’t one big para im so cool) anyways fbdjdjHDKSSJ UGH that sounds like so much woRK dbskdndk WHAT WERE THE CONVOS EVEN ABOUT???? i get so drained so quickly and i always need a break from everyone so PROPS TO U??!!?? i personally take ss so i just switch back n forth between my photos and the ask box JDNSKD im so lazy

YEAHHH art !! i love art sm!!! practice sketches ooo of who i wonder? do tell more... AND I’M PROUD OF YOU MORE!! but like fr i’ve gotten so much better in the past 6 months and i’m really happy w how it’s been going, maybe i’ll show u sometime C:

WAIT HOW TALL ARE U??? are we both short queens????!!!?? JDBAKDJSK it makes it all the better having somewhat tall hq interests 👀👀 I GENUINELY DONT THINK SUGA WOULD HAVE BAD TASTE EITHER??? mf could be out here in sweatpants and a t-shirt and he’d look like he stepped off broadway istg. and GRRR seeing u talk so passionately about teaching HFJSNDKDDK im so proud of u and i have only been talking to you for so long LOL !!!! i cant wait to see u do great things in the future ames!!! i’m so proud of you :D keep going!! ok ok and finally, FINALLY, i’m glad you’re doing better!!! dummie thick surgeon but at least it’s somewhat resolved fhskdkdkq (sorry if i seem so out of it in this omg i’m so exhausted) -🧸

AAHHA oops SORRY AHFSDANFF

AWW baby, i’m sorry today was hard for you!! i’m glad that I, and everyone else, was hopefully able to make today a little bit better. WE LOVE YOU HERE <3 <3 sm uwu and crying feels good sometimes! yk, just gotta let it out. i hope you go get some rest because you deserve it, crying takes a lot of energy hgnfngkng. and if you ever need an ear I am here to listen <3

LJDFAL;SDJF the way I'm p sure you already took my heart,,,

I STILL DONT HAVE THAT FEATURE. AM SAD. and I DONT EVEN REEMBER we just kept sending memes on one thing or dog pictures on another, etc. and it just. different conversations ASDJFKDAJSF. AND DON’T WORRY i totally get it. i take a few days away from texting every so often and yk. I'm like simultaneously social and not tho adslfjdlsajf. ALSO THAT’S SO SMART,,, u have the brain cell here. 

AW i would love to see your art if you’re ever comfortable to share,, BUT IM SURE IT’S AMAZING ANYWAY!!! we LOVE IMPROVEMENT. look at you go IM PROUD OF YOU MOST!! and omg I, I can only draw girls recently for some reason. and if I draw boys they’re just pretty boys,,,, i mean it’s suiting for suga though he’s a very pretty boy u__u 

i ammmmmm 5′1″ (153 cm) owo. so I'm assuming,,, you’re also short AHAHAH. suga literally reaches the minimum height that i’d want in a guy. BUT LIKE SHORT BOYS ARE CUTE TOO I’VE BEEN “WITH” MOSTLY SHORT BOYS. asjldfasldfjasjf I'm mad suga can pull off any outfit and would be prettier than me smh. 

AJDFALSJF PLLSS ;-; I'm proud of u more...! what are you interested in for a career ?? 0: i know for me that I do want to be a teacher but I want to do other things too! something in the entertainment industry but who knows asdljfalsdfjasf 

LMAO my surgeon was kinda funny tho made it relaxing before going under anesthesia and donut worry about seeming out of it, I'm constantly out of it. no brain cells 25/8

[harmonization]

I know it must not be overly great to see so much stuff you’re not into on your dash (and I suspect this may be why I keep losing followers) so as a largely multifandom blogger I really wanted to say thank you to everyone who’s chosen to stick around despite this. u__u

Thank you to all the awesome Final Fantasy folks who sit through all my Shadowhunters spam, and all the amazing Shadowhunters folks who have to look at all this Final Fantasy stuff they're not interested in, too. A special thank you and a huge shout-out goes to the Daiya folks who are still here despite me not blogging Daiya at all for a while now. I haven’t caught up to the manga - I should actually do that at some point.

Another special thank you also to anyone else who doesn’t really fit into any of these fandoms (and may not even be interested in them) but is still following me regardless, just because.

For anyone who follows me and hasn’t talked to me, please do! I’d love to get to know you. And look at your work too, if you’re a content creator.

ANYWAY TL;DR thanks for being here and for considering me worth following and keeping, I love you guys <3

[revasserium]

hinata + 26

haikyuu requests currently: closed 

although, if you have a hinata-request. send it in bc. chances are i’ll write it because i am #biased 

26. the length of daylighthinata ; 2,651 words 

a/n: i know i never post authors notes usually, but wow uh – i really liked writing this? and i think this might be one of the best things I’ve written on this blog to date. idk man. i just. really really liked this. u__u pls give hinata some love he deserves the world. 

five hundred, twenty-five thousand, six hundred minutes – you hadn’t seen him in so long. it’d been three years – three times five hundred, twenty-five thousand, six hundred minutes – that’s way too many minutes, and yet here he is, standing on your doorstep with a smile that you’d be crazy not to remember. 

you stare at him, and wonder where to even begin – he’s taller, that’s for sure, and tanner, so much tanner – well obviously, brazil is a sunny place. 

“hey.” 

you open your mouth to speak, but no words come out. instead, you just stand and gape at him like he’d somehow stolen your voice from your chest (like ursula the sea-witch, and you don’t know how, after so long, he still seems to hold this kind of magic over you – can you call it a curse if you’ve missed it? the way it shifts the very fabric of your reality until you’re living in his). 

he scuffs his feet against the welcome mat and you can breathe again; he glances down at his shoes, scratching at the back of his head. 

“you’re… taller.” 

he laughs. the self-same open, melodious, uproarious thing you remember from three years before; he still laughs with his entire body, lets it shake him from core to shoulders, his eyes squinting shut. when he calms down enough to look back at you, there’s a pleased flush high in his cheeks. 

“yeah, guess so.” 

when you step aside to let him in, he grins wide enough to split his face, leaping over the half-step into your apartment, immediately crowding into your space till you’re pressed almost chest to chest. 

“oh-ho~!” he holds a hand up from the top of his head and moves it slowly over yours, “you’re right! i did get taller! maybe i even grew a little since i got back!” 

you lick your lips and try to swallow your heart back down your throat from where it’s beating against your voicebox. close, close, way too close. 

he smells nice, you realize – no, remember. but it’s different than before. he no longer smells of citrus shampoo and the slight dampness of sweat; now he smells vaguely of salt and suntan lotion. you allow yourself a grin as you look up, your eyes searching his face for the traces of him you still remember, are trying to hold onto. they’re still there – the light his eyes, the ease of his smile. 

freckles… that wasn’t there before. 

you stand there for a moment, chests almost pressed in your doorway, him now tall enough to tower (just a bit) over you, before he realizes and jumps back, almost stumbling over his own feet as his back meets the opposite wall, stuttering out something like an apology. 

at least that hasn’t changed. 

“s-sorry! i didn’t mean to – i mean – was that too close – it totally was – i just got so excited to see you again – it was like – mmm – that woooshhh feeling in my chest like – you know? i won’t do it again! i mean – not unless you want me to –” 

“shouyou.” 

he cuts clean off at the sound of his name on your lips. it’s different too, than what he remembers. he swallows, unsure of what’ll happen next. but you smile, leaning towards him (he notices that your hair is longer, way longer than when he left – right, three years is a really long time – he likes it longer; he wonders if it still smells just as nice as it did before; it probably does) with a spark in your eyes and he knows he’s gone. 

three years across the world, and you’d think it would’ve stamped out this childish crush of his, one that he has no idea you harbored for him as well (your friends all wonder when on earth the pair of you will realize). it hasn’t. if anything, distance really does make the heart grow fonder, and shit – you’re saying something and all he can focus on is the way your lips still look way too soft – and is that lipgloss you’re wearing? you didn’t used to do that before. 

“… not listening, are you?” 

“huh? ah – i – uh – no… sorry i zoned out –” 

he flashes you a sheepish grin, scratching at the back of his head as he pushes himself back up from where he’d fallen against the wall. you huff and flicking a strand of hair over your shoulder. 

“i asked if you wanted coffee or anything. i was about to make some anyway.” 

“sure! yeah! i love coffee – that sounds – that sounds great!” 

he follows you into the living room, looking around at all the things that had changed, but noticing all the things that stayed the same. you still had your graduation picture hung up, right next to the picture of the team. you had short hair then – he liked short hair on you too. hell, he figures, letting his eyes wander across the walls of your living room, he’d probably still like you bald. the thought almost makes him laugh; he shakes his head. nah, he likes you better with hair for sure. 

“milk? sugar?” 

“hm? yeah – uh – whatever you think is good.” 

you quirk an eyebrow and he realizes belatedly that he must’ve said something wrong. 

“uh… milk… and sugar, both – please!” he grins, settling into a chair at the table, “thank you!” 

so you make coffee, he tells you about brazil, about the stretches of beaches that never seem to end, about the skies so blue it hurts to look too hard, about the way there’s always something that smells delicious in the air, always chatter and music in the streets. you tell him about how you’ve been, how college is great because you could finally drop math classes, but how it’s also kind of a nightmare because morning lectures are the freaking worst. 

you tell him about the upperclassman who really liked you, and kept on asking you out till he graduated. 

“i never said yes, though,” you say, nursing your cooling coffee mug. 

hinata quirks his head, “why not? wasn’t he –” he waves a hand through the air, before saying rather dumbly, “nice?” 

you smile, “yeah, he was nice. but… he wasn’t really my type.” 

hinata licks his lips, “you… have a type now?” 

you roll your eyes, “i’ve always had a type.” and you don’t have to look up to hear the pout in his voice. 

“i never knew about it.” 

you toss a bit of crumpled napkin at him across the table, “you never asked.” 

“oh.” and then after a second, “so… what is your type?” 

you hum, tapping your lips in mock contemplation. a single glance tells you that he’s watching you, and the realization shouldn’t make your stomach twist the way it does, but – it does. he’s watching you with those eyes of his, almost completely devoid of light, like tiny black holes, depthless, with enough gravity to swallow the entire world whole – to swallow you whole. 

“someone tall,” he visibly deflates, “but not too tall,” you continue, and he brightens up again, almost immediately. you grin, leaning back in your chair, your eyes flickering over him, “someone who’s really good at one thing –” you cast about, “like an instrument,” he crinkles his nose to disguise a huff, “or a sport,” he grins to himself, nodding as if checking off mental boxes, you wonder how long you can drag this out for before he realizes you’re not talking so much about a type of person so much as one single person. 

“they should be really driven, and passionate about what they do, y’know?” you watch as he nods enthusiastically, hanging onto your every word. you grin. 

“and… hm, i like guys who speak more than one language. that’s a nice skill.” 

“yeah! uh-huh!” 

“and… hm… someone who’s good at making friends, that’s important too.” 

you watch as hintata considers this, mumbling to himself – i guess i’m not bad at that – i make friends alright – yeah. 

you prop your chin on the heel of your hand. 

“someone who plays volleyball,” you say, wondering if it’s about time to start giving proper hints. 

“uwah! yeah! cause i mean – you like volleyball, so it’d be nice, right?” 

you laugh, nodding along, “yeah – and y’know, and i kinda have a thing for gingers.” 

“yeah, yeah! it’s a nice hair colo –” he stops dead in his tracks as realization dawns over his face and his pleased smile morphs into an expression of sheer disbelief. 

you heave a loud sigh, pushing yourself up from the table, “yeah, if only a guy like that existed.” 

hintata opens his mouth, shooting to his feet, but even as he opens his mouth to say i do! i’m right here! another realization blooms in his chest. 

i’ve always had a type. 

oh. oh. 

he blinks at you from across the table, his own prolonged ignorance finally cracking over his shoulders – all those years – all of highschool. all these years too. 

“shit.” 

he collapses back into the chair, a helpless laugh on his lips as he cards a hand through his hair, mussing it up as he stares into the dregs of his now-cold coffee. 

“did you want another cup?” you ask casually from the sink, where you're rinsing out your own mug. once upon a time, you might’ve been angry, or upset, or any manner of things. but you’d realized somewhere along the way that loving hinata shouyou was never going to be a linear thing. and maybe it’ll take him a while to realize, but being best friends with him has taught you more than anything all the ways he says i love you – and it was a bit easier after that. 

“i – crap,” he chews on his lips, fumbling for words to say. 

you smile, “bathrooms down the hall to the right still. that hasn’t changed.” 

you turn just in time to see him flush to the roots of his hair, “that’s not what i meant.” 

“then…?” you lean back against the counter, watching as he struggles with his own tangle of emotions till he looks up again, his face a mask of determination. 

“go out with me.” 

you raise your eyebrows, a small smile playing at your lips, “sure, to where?” 

hinata groans, shaking his head, “i mean like – not outside – out like – like –” his cheeks are almost red enough to match his hair, “like – out!” 

you laugh, your entire body shaking with the sound, and it’s this more than anything that seems to ground hinata enough for him to stop stuttering. 

“properly – i mean. be – be my girlfriend.” 

you nod, biting down the swell of elation cresting in your chest, “okay.” 

“oh – okay?” he blinks. 

“yeah,” you say, “okay.” 

“oh – okay! yay! ah – this is great! waaaahhhh!” he leaps out of the chair, both hands raised over his head. it takes him all of three seconds to bound across the living room to the sink, both his hands raised as if asking for a high-ten. you laugh, raising your own hands. 

how entirely hinata-like – to high-five someone after asking them out. 

he claps his hands against yours, laughing, but his laughter fades as you don’t pull away, instead slipping your fingers between his. his eyes widen at the sensation of your pressed palms, and he almost hiccups at how his entire body shivers. 

and suddenly, he’s tugging you towards him, as if on raw instinct, as if all he wants is to be closer, just a bit closer, and you find yourself stumbling into his chest, gasping but never doubting that he’d catch you. so he does, his hands finding purchase around your waist, your hands against his chest – so solid from years and years of relentless workouts and practice. 

“uh – uhm – i uh –” he swallows, glancing from your eyes to your mouth, his mind seemingly short-circuiting somewhere between the two. 

“shouyou,” you say, leaning up onto your tip-toes (you remember when the pair of you used to be only two inches apart). 

he nods once. 

“kiss me.” 

he nods again, before leaning in, and the first kiss a little strange – the both of you still not quite sure of where your own lips are supposed to go, what the whole situation with the teeth is supposed to be like (credit where credit is due, both of you have watched enough romance – and the occasional porno – to know how it’s supposed to look but given everything that’s happened, practical application is still a bit rusty). the second kiss is better, and you can feel hinata’s confidence surge when he presses in closer, tilting his head to slot your lips better, the friction between you making you gasp. 

the third kiss, he’s already caught onto the rhythm. 

the fourth, you wonder if it’s quite fair for someone to be such a fast learner, your fingers fisting in the front of his shirt, all awkward, fumbling newness gone from his movements as he pushes you back against the counter, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks, thumb running along your jaw to tilt your head the way he likes. 

the fifth, you stop counting. you don’t have the capacity to anymore. 

after what feels like an eternity of kissing (and who knows, it might’ve been – maybe outside, years have already passed by, or maybe it was just a few, breath-stealing seconds), he pulls back, the both of you panting, eyes a little glazed over, lips slick and kiss-swollen. 

he grins, a wide, satisfied kind of thing, and you can almost imagine him purring in his chest. 

“hey.” 

you laugh, quirking your head as you watch him preen under this new truth – the two of you being together – finally, finally. 

“you really have gotten taller.” 

you push up to give him another peck. he whines in the back of his throat, leaning down to try and follow your lips but you twist your head so his mouth lands somewhere on your cheek, and he decides that that’s alright too. he gives you a loud, smacking kiss, grinning into your skin. 

you glance at the clock. 

“well. now that we’re going out-out. properly,” you tease, “do you wanna order in takeout for dinner?” 

hinata laughs, the sound perfect and warm, rumbling through his chest, resonating into yours. 

“yeah – you know i worked as a delivery boy in brazil?” 

you nod, “yeah, i remember – you texted me pictures of your bike, remember?” 

“oh! oh yeah,” he grins cheekily as you try to wriggle out of his grasp to reach your phone. he holds on tighter. you sigh, reaching into his back pocket for his phone and swiping it open only to find a picture of yourself smiling back at you from his lockscreen. 

“hey!” 

he tries to grab the phone from you, but you duck out of his grasp. 

“i’m just trying to seamless!” you laugh, dancing out of his reach as he tries half-heartedly to retrieve his phone. when finally, the both of you are laughing and collapsed on the couch, he hooks his chin over your shoulder. 

“next time, i’ll take you on a real date.” 

you smile, “sure. we can go to one of those fancy restaurants.” 

“uh-huh,” he nods, determined to meet your expectations. 

“and we can order all the most expensive things on the menu,” you tease, grinning wide. 

hinata sucks in a breath and you can almost feel him steeling himself not to deny you. 

“yeah – that’s fine – well, maybe we should look up the menu first, so we can see what we like.” 

you nod, “sounds like a plan.” 

“it’s a date.” 

you smile, letting your head fall back onto his shoulder. 

“yep, it sure will be.” 

[janiedean]

I'm sorry a portion of the fandom you virtually helped to create is being so shitty to you. I'm shocked people don't realize that half that content wouldn't even exist without you doing the work to make it happen... but if I say that anon was right about everything, can I get a song analysis about Devils and Dust? ;)

thank you dear T__T it’s appreciated ;)

aaand OF COURSE YOU CAN GET IT!!!! thank you very much for the input ;)

devils and dust is a song by his almighty bruceness for his eponymous record from 2005, which was incidentally behind the tour that was my first bruce concert so I loooveee it ;) (also watch that video he’s hot as hell in it), which as usual goes back to his Let’s Tackle PTSD In War Vets topic... except that this time it’s definitely an iraq war veteran and not a vietnam one. you absolutely should listen to it because it’s Very Good before I actually go into it u__u so, lyrics!

I got my finger on the triggerBut I don't know who to trustWhen I look into your eyesThere's just devils and dust

so, opening: we have the straight-up image of someone who’s about to shoot someone and doesn’t know who to trust, so it’s already Not Good A Situation; on top of that, he says he’s looking into someone’s eyes - considering that this introduction is throwing you into the character and then the rest of the song eviscerates those four lines, it has to be his wife as we’ll see later because he doesn’t expect to see devils and dust, but it’s JUST that. now, the dust in this case sounds blatantly like desert sand to me (and it doesn’t give you a vietnam imagery) which is why I think it’s iraq war, also because the record came out just out of the first bush presidency and into the second, and we all know where bruce stands politically.

so: he’s looking at his most likely partner, expecting something in their eyes but he just sees the war he’s left behind, and he’s about to shoot someone without knowing who to trust. bad introduction already, I guess.

then:

We're a long, long way from home, BobbieHome's a long, long way from usI feel a dirty wind blowingDevils and dust

going with the above: bobbie is a female name, so as stated above it’s his wife or partner, and now he also feels a dirty wind blowing and they’re a long way from home, so he obviously came back home but he’s having some ptsd flashback in which he’s back in war, with his partner, feeling the dust around him along with the devils which is obviously a metaphor for the evilness of war/what he had to do. at this point we’re kicking in the refrain:

I got God on my sideI'm just trying to surviveWhat if what you do to surviveKills the things you loveFear's a powerful thingIt can turn your heart black you can trustIt'll take your God filled soulAnd fill it with devils and dust

now: before, he talked about devils, now he says he has god on his side or that’s what he tells himself as he tries to survive (in a war), but what he does to survive kills the things he loves. now, since the guy is obviously back home, we can definitely take it that his survival attempts/at going on with his life kill the things he loves, so since he saw devils and dust in her eyes then maybe they’re killing their relationship (the things you love). then he adds that fear is a powerful thing and and turns your heart black, which means that the fear he (understandably) felt when going to war has so much power over him that now his heart changed and turned evil, and with that... we have the religious parallel ™️ in which is god filled soul ie a soul that once was good/pious is filled with devils and dust (ie war and sand which is what gave him ptsd) which turned him into a worse person than he used to be.

Well I dreamed of you last nightIn a field of blood and stoneThe blood began to dryThe smell began to riseWell I dreamed of you last nightIn a field of mud and boneYour blood began to dryThe smell began to rise

SOOOOO, now it gets upped a notch because now he said he dreamed of her last night but the field of blood and stone obviously suggests it’s a nightmare; also the blood dries and the smell rises, which is a thing he could absolutely have experienced during the war and so he sees his partner go through that, too, and it ups another notch after where it becomes mud and bone - mud is typical wartime stuff because the moment it rains you end up with that under your shoes, and the bones are obviously for corpses/dead people... and her blood begins to dry/the smell rises, so it means he dreams that she’s dead and he can’t save her, so now she is also a part of his ptsd-related nightmares.

We've got God on our sideWe're just trying to surviveWhat if what you do to surviveKills the things you loveFear's a powerful thingIt'll turn your heart black you can trustIt'll take your God filled soulFill it with devils and dustIt'll take your God filled soulFill it with devils and dust

now, this refrain is more or less the same except that now we have god on their side, not I have... but at the end it’s still your heart and your soul so he’s still talking about himself only, not about him and his partner, which means that she is safe from her soul being filled with devils and dust, he isn’t, because he’s been to war and she hasn’t.

Now every woman and every manThey want to take a righteous standFind the love that God willsAnd the faith that He commandsI've got my finger on the triggerAnd tonight faith just ain't enoughWhen I look inside my heartThere's just devils and dust

at which we have the last bomb. now: the first concept is that everyone wants to be righteous and so assumes it is, and god gives them the strength to do it/to be convinced of their righteousness through both love and faith that come from god, right? all sounds good - I believe in got, he fills me with love and faith, I think I’m right, that feeling legitimates my actions, which is what he supposedly thought until he went to war..... but then he says he has his finger on the trigger like the beginning (did he wake up with a gun in his hands? did he go to sleep with a gun nearby? did he hold it up against his partner?) and faith is not enough, which means that his righteousness got shredded and blown to bits in war and there’s no faith that wil make it better, because when he looks inside himself... it’s just devils and dust and nothing else, like in the eyes of his partner in the beginning, so we can retroactively say that in the beginning he saw himself in her eyes and he hated it, and now he looks inside himself and sees that too and he realizes that his righteousness doesn’t exist anymore and tldr going to war has permanently changed his life view and stripped away all his old convictions... and has turned him into a worse person in his eyes (because there are devils inside his heart), never mind that after having gone to war his faith in god is shaken and is not enough to counteract the consequences of what he suffered. 

I've got God on my sideAnd I'm just trying to surviveWhat if what you do to surviveKills the things you loveFear's a dangerous thingIt can turn your heart black you can trustIt'll take your God filled soulFill it with devils and dustIt'll take your God filled soulFill it with devils and dust

at this point, with that context, we can deduce that he still tries to hold on to god being on his side as he tries to go on, it’s not working, his relationship is in pieces and he’s afraid of facing it and of what he did during the war... to the point that his heart is still as black as it was in the beginning and the devils and dust (of most likely desert sand because above implications) have taken hold of his soul and filled it with hate/evilness/fear, and that’s where it leaves you - there’s no other solution, just the implications that he went to war feeling righteous about it and came back with ptsd and that his inability to talk about it or do anything about it or talk to someone is dragging down his relationship, too, and it’s killing the things he loves.

we can also assume that the harmonica parts (after the blood and bone part and in the end) bookend that because they’re in between the righteousness declaration and the last affirmation that it’s only devils and dust in his heart and not god’s faith or love anymore, while the rest is fairly quiet/understated as far as music goes.

in short: as this is also the opening of the record it sets the entire mood (admittedly all of devils & dust is not exactly uplifting stories except a couple songs) and the ending song talking about mexican immigrants dying drowned trying to cross to the us makes it in itself a bookend because it starts with a presumably american soldier who can’t get free of war and might ruin himself for it for good and ends with a mexican immigrant trying to get a better life and dying in the process, so thematically the fact that it gives you no satisfaction nor resolution and just concentrates on how the guy is feeling and what his ptsd has done to him actually makes sense because then you have to listen to all the rest before arriving to the very bitter ending. in short, not the first song about the subject from bruce’s catalog but an excellent addition to it that goes on yet another angle and tackling another war rather than his usual vietnam eviscerating, which was indeed what We All Needed in the year of the lord 2005. ;)

thanks anon!!

[janiedean]

for the meme thing... the first theon/robb meeting in a sweet something sparkled in those eyes of his from “You aren’t all right. And – you know it’s forbidden to treat servants like that? I mean –” to But then he wonders, why if he was the one Luwin wanted me to meet?

OKAY LET’S C/P BECAUSE THIS IS LONG-ISH I’ll just go piece by piece u__u

“You aren’t all right. And – you know it’s forbidden to treat servants like that? I mean –”

“I appreciate the sentiment, but I’m not – I mean. I didn’t – come into this willingly. But – that’s all I can say. It wouldn’t… work for me. But – that’s valiant of you. I suppose. M’lord.”

“I haven’t heard of lords named Snow,” Robb says, unable to keep amusement from his tone. He’s pretty sure that if Theon’s a commoner, he must have been very well learned at some point – it’s obvious that he has to put an effort in sounding like a commoner at all. “People just call me Robb.”

now, the first thing I should probably say about this that would make sense as far as the dvd commentary thing goes is that I had actually based it on the *opera* version of cinderella, not a specific version of the fairytale and not the live action movie (I wrote it before seeing it and then laughed my ass off because branagh TOTALLY knows his rossini and stole the part where they meet before and she doesn’t know who he is and he lies about her identity from the opera IT’S NOT IN ANY OTHER VERSION). which means I should probably link you the actual scene so you have in mind what I was watching/listening to while writing this. btw: the title was EXACTLY FROM THIS DUET so xD

just press play it should give you the love duet with subs. 

(also if you want a version with two people who are acting it a bit closer to how I’d imagine them being but you don’t mind not having the subs watch this one it’s lovely ;; there’s even the almost kiss lol)

obviously robb is the prince and theon is cinderella. you can most probably notice that they’re supposed to fall immediately for each other and that when they start talking she starts deflecting but obviously they couldn’t have the same dialogue so here the idea was that robb’s intrigued and theon’s pretty much surprised af that robb is giving him the time of the day. obviously since robb is observant he noticed that theon’s faking the commoner speech (same as roose did in canon ops). 

“Like the prince? Must be weird. I’m sorry, I –”

“It’s fine. Well, yes, everyone has joked about that at some point. But I guess being a knight is the next best thing.”

“Sure it would be. You have the valiant part down, anyhow.”

“Why, thank you.” Robb also can’t help smiling just a fraction, and then Theon does the same looking as if he’s not thinking about it, and gods but he does have has a nice smile indeed. If only he went all the way with it. “Does that make you the fair maiden?”

this one was just me expanding on the concept ie theon’s kind of having the conversation he’d have had with robb if they met in regular circumstances before remembering he shouldn’t, robb’s going with his ruse and looking like the prince charming he technically is even if he’s lying about it and theon actually smiles for real around robb OPS ROBB IT WORKED YOU CHARMED HIM. also I recycle the fair maiden joke for both theon and jaime half of the time but bear with me they are the fair maidens of their ships, so.

Admittedly, Robb had been trying to make him laugh – he gets a snort instead, and one that’s not quite amused.

“Sorry to shatter that fantasy, but unless you’re one, there are no maidens in this room.” And he sounds bitter as he says it, and Robb would really want to ask, but –

First, he hears noise from down the road – Jon must be getting here.

Second, someone calls for damned Reek again, which means that Theon should leave right now.

this actually was sorta mirroring the duet because in the original he asked her who she was and stuff and she stammered around and he was enchanted anyway except that obviously theon has a way darker backstory so I was trying to introduce the subtle past theon/ramsay stuff in robb’s pov because obv we know from theon’s but also the fact that theon’s actually showing emotion that’s not being demure or anything of the kind in front of robb even if he doesn’t realize it was supposed to be a thing, hopefully it was obvious. also I had to introduce poor jon at some point xD

Except that he just can’t let it go like this – damn, however this whole thing turns out, he’s going to make sure House Bolton dies with Ramsay the moment he steps up to his role.

And Theon seems completely miserable now, when just a moment ago he looked as if he was enjoying having their little conversation.

Well then.

that was basically robb being his prince charming self because OBVIOUSLY HE WOULD BE and of course theon just had to realize that he didn’t have too much time left with the guy who was making him feel like a normal person again oooops. also the thing was that in the original the moment they got called they still spent five minutes singing while the evil sisters were calling poor cinderella down so I figured those two could take some more time to get to know each other.

He takes a step closer, vowing to be quick. “I’m going to wait for the prince and let you go now, but allow me to say one thing first.”

“Sure.”

“Maybe there are no maidens in this room, but it doesn’t mean that there can’t be fairness somewhere, does it? And just so you know, I hardly think of myself as fair.”

I highly doubt robb in canon thinks he’s attractive himself (YEAH I KNOW) so it worked in this case since he wanted to tell theon that he was to him at least but admittedly the thing is that one of my favorite lines of the original duet is that they both look at each other while they have to leave and say I’m leaving my heart with him/her, it’s not mine anymore and I thought it was the that seemed appropriate ;)

He sees Theon’s eyes go so very, very wide, and before he can think twice about it he moves forward, presses a soft kiss to Theon’s cheek, tasting ash on his skin, and then turns his back to him and leaves the room before he can think twice about it and blow this mummer’s farce.

He doesn’t see Theon clutching at his cheek with his left hand for a moment before dashing up on the stairs.

But then he wonders, why if he was the one Luwin wanted me to meet?

... wow that should have been what if and I never noticed and no one else did now I feel horrible I WILL CORRECT IT ASAP GREAT THANKS FOR GIVING ME THIS SNIPPET X°DDDD

that said obviously since it’s robb pov I can’t say what theon’s thinking but hopefully you all figured out that he hadn’t been expecting it at all and that he was taken by surprise by robb doing the chivalrous/courteous cheek kissing thing, which on robb’s part was like... very spontaneous and possibly TOO SOON but hey he was supposed to be leaving his heart there, right? XD and then he was supposed to go like OH SHIT DID HE REALLY by touching his face (I like my body language guys) and admittedly if I ever got to direct that opera I’d have the cheek kissing happen but never mind that because it’s sadly not my job xD obviously theon also has to blow that joint so he can’t see the reaction u__u anyway the ending was one of my digs at the only thing in the opera that never made sense to me ie that the prince doesn’t immediately get a feeling that the person his teacher wanted him to meet is actually cinderella (later he asks his lackey if the two step-sisters are good choices and the lackey’s like ARE YOU SERIOUS THEY’RE TERRIBLE which I sort of cut off in my version ie they never actually think ramsay’s a choice XD) because it was like obvious so since robb’s a smart cookie he figured it out from the beginning u__u so I was already setting them up to figure it out early ;)

... and here you have it. you accidentally end up with HOW I REWORK OPERA STUFF INTO FANFIC OPS. xD