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monicahar · 2 years

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Genshin guys if they were in a romance anime

characters; scaramouche, gorou, thoma, kazuha, childe

; i wanted to recommend some romance shows to watch for valentines(since it'll get pretty lonely for some people), but I also wanted to write something! Thus, this post was born. There’s a few changes I made to each story to fit the characters but please beware; there are MAJOR spoilers for mentioned animes!

btw kazuha's part has gotta be my fave😩

Scaramouche — Kaguya-sama : Love is War!

"How impudent." a scoff escapes his lips, gesturing his hand in an irksome manner, “Did you hear those baseless rumors about us dating? They’re being quite loud these days.”

Kunikuzushi, or as other people call him, Scaramouche, the vice president of Teyvat’s most prestigious high school!

"Whether they think we're dating or not, matters little to me. Are you getting swayed by all the love talk, perhaps?" smoothly did you reply, flipping through the pages of written club activities as you sip your cup of coffee in your desk.

"Swayed?" he turns to look at you with a faux smile, offended by your statement, "Are you underestimating me?"

Your eyebrow piques in surprise at his rejuvenated response, your eyes not leaving the documents you're holding, "Forgive me, I merely thought you were finally entering your lovesick phase. It's rather below you, but it's normal these days."

"Normal, huh." he turns to the window that shines sunlight upon the room, "Don't tell me you're also entering that so-called phase."

"Hmm...I'm afraid I don't have anyone I have feelings for right now." A lie. One of the biggest lies you've said.

You were indeed in love with someone, that being Scaramouche himself. No one knows how hard you've worked for your position as the President, no one knows your extreme admiration for the boy, no one knows that you've only surpassed him on grades because you wanted to be good at something that he can consider you as a worthy partner, no one knows your faked indifference every time you pass a test, coming out as the top—a few points away from Scaramouche's, and most importantly, no one knows all the blood, sweat and tears you've shed just to be put on the same pedestal as someone who's as highly reputable like Scaramouche. No one knows. And you're not planning to let anyone know either.

"Likewise." he closes his eyes, "So you shouldn't accuse me of such things when you're not experiencing anything of the matter."

You do your best to ignore the wave of disappointment that washes over you, opting yourself to focus more on the bills and debts of different club and school activities. Atleast he's not interested in anyone yet.

Hope still lies in your heart. Deep down, something tells you not to give up, and not get intimidated by the status of your vice president. He'll like you someday if you try hard enough, and who knows, maybe he already likes you but he's also keeping it to himself much like what you're doing right now?

Well, it still doesn’t help the anxiousness in your heart whenever you think about what you both could be if you had confessed your feelings. Late at night, you’d lie on your bed and think if a romance between you two is possible. Maybe you’re fitting for each other, with your intelligence and his wealth. But is his title as a member of the Raiden family willing to overlook your background as a normal girl who’s working part time at multiple jobs just to support her family?

If only he put down his pride and confessed, if he actually did have feelings for you.

The indigo-eyed individual silently curses himself, nearly slipping out his true intentions when he brought up the newly risen rumors about you both dating.

He's the one who spread the rumors in the first place, placing an anonymous post on the school's website. All of this was part of the futile attempt to get you to confess your undying love for him.

He can't confess his own feelings, his pride is too high for something like that, he thinks. Someone as well-known like him shouldn’t be on their knees begging for a date.

Even though he's not certain of himself whether you like him or not, the chances are pretty high. If you weren't in love with him like he thought so, then he'll simply make you.

He's the son of one of the richest businesswomen in the country, Raiden Ei. No one can resist such a rich and handsome looking man such as he, right?

Though the known family of Raiden is quite a boost to his chances being with you, but this also places the big burden of a high reputation upon him, heightening the expectations of him by the people around him.

Would it be okay for his family if he dated a woman of no background like you?

Although your excellent grades and achievements make up for it, the question still remains unanswered inside him. The risks are high, but he's willing to try.

Is this what you call being lovesick?

Gorou — Rascal does not dream of Bunny Girl Senpai

His hands skimmed through different books, trying to find a reference to what he's currently studying. The library was as quiet as any other day, people around him peeking through shelves which he suspects are for the same reason as him.

Everything seems normal and no one seems to notice it, but he feels...a strange presence.

Call it kind of a dog—instinct all you want, but he can feel it.

But before he could catch sight of the shadow-like person lingering in the library, it would just escape to a corner in the nick of time before he could fully scan the figure through his peripherals.

Awkwardly scratching the back of his head, he just brushes it off as just imagination, thinking that he was probably being delusional since everyone else wasn't paying any mind to the presence.

That is, until he saw it.

A girl.

An oddly familiar one.

You quietly stared at the people around the library, waving right in front of them, to which they don't acknowledge.

Your locks swayed behind you as you walked nonchalantly, briefly brushing your shoulder with his, causing him to stiffen up as you both stare at each other.

You stop your steps right beside him. Adorning a quite revealing bunny suit as you glance around the library, before landing your gaze back to him.

"You can see me?" You crudely asked as you faced him.

Finding himself speechless and unable to speak at the weird predicament he's in, he nods.

"Oh?" Your brow raised at the revelation, "Well, forget any of this happened." you promptly leave him in the dust amongst the busy people in the library.

He stands shocked at what happened, watching your form slowly disappear as you walk out the library's doors.

"...[Name]—senpai." The name escapes his lips before he even knows it. The muttering of your name managed to clear the fog in his memory.

You were a senpai from the same high school as him, but you were on a education hiatus due to your job as a celebrity. He forgets that he has a pre-alumna figure like you.

Gorou's cheeks slowly heat up at the image of your bunny suit. The way the stockings showed till the low of your hips, your chest puffed up due to the tight clothing and the collar you wore gave him strange feelings.

But... His eyebrows furrow as the heat in his cheeks dissipate. Why did no one else notice you? Did they...even see you?

Whatever it was, he was bound to find out soon enough.

Thoma — My Dress Up Darling

"It's creepy to talk to dolls, you know!"

Thoma grimaces at the memory, gripping his grandfather's hina doll in his palm rather tightly.

His only friends back then had drifted away from him after showing his love for grooming the little figures, causing him to shut away himself from social life. If no one likes what he likes, how is he supposed to get along with them anyways?

Don't get him wrong, he isn't trying to be emo or anything. He grimly accepted that in order to have friends, he'd have to pretend to be someone he's not—which is something he'd never do, even if it meant him being lonely. The few people that do talk to him, are either unaware of his tendency to talk to hina dolls like Ayaka, or just using him for their advantage—like now, as we speak.

"Sorry, Thoma, I'll make it up to you by buying you something tomorrow!" A classmate of his bows half-hearted before going out the room with his friend. They transferred their cleaning duties to him, knowing he'd agree for the sake of being polite, even if it hurt him.

The cycle would've continued on like this his entire high school life, until you barged inside the arts and crafts room, unintentionally interrupting as he spoke to his hina doll.

He had chosen to work on the kimono for his doll inside the school's crafting room for the sewing machine, since the one from his home had stopped functioning. Deciding to take a break from the stitching, he tried to talk to his doll—which led to his current predicament.

"What..." You find yourself trailing off in disbelief as Thoma looks down at the floor with a bashed expression, terribly humiliated that someone as popular as you had seen his strange self in the flesh.

It'll only be a matter of time after this when word has spread out and he wouldn't even be able to enter the campus without a laugh coming his way.

"That's..."

Thoma closes his eyes shut. Waiting for your horrified reaction and disgusted words.

"That's so cool!" you squeal.

"Huh?" His gaze shoots up to meet yours, which were sparkling in admiration for...him?

"You can make clothes, Thoma?" Your eyes trail to the sewing machine, where it lay dormant and quiet as a piece of cloth is underneath the needle. "How though? We don't even have an eco class or anything."

"Ah..." Thoma stands up from his seat to look at your properly, "My family owns a hina doll shop."

"Oh? Did you make this doll then?" Your head drops to inspect the figure in his hands more closely, making his cheeks heat up at the proximity.

"N-no...its my grandfather's. I only know how to make their clothes." came his quiet reply.

You hum in understanding, smiling at the doll as you marvel its features, "Look at this hottie."

Thoma feels a slight quirk on the corner of his lips from your compliment. This was the first time that someone had shown in interest in what he loved doing.

"But...clothes you say, right?"

"Hm? Yeah. Wait—what are you doing?!" The blonde immediately turns away from you, cheeks heating up rapidly as you suddenly start taking off your blouse.

The rustling of clothes fill his earshot, his mind getting filled with perverse images of your bare form. Time is going so painfully slow with how you're changing clothes, his relief is sounded when you finally say,

"You can turn around."

You were wearing one of the saddest dresses he'd ever seen. You slightly look down as you catch his offended look, "You see, uhm...I tried making a dress...but as you see, it isn't turning out quiet well."

"That's...sad." You wince at his jab, his hands patting your poorly made dress, "What were you even trying to do with this?"

You pull out your phone to show him a picture of a girl in a maid outfit, his jaw dropping from the amount of differences between the one you're wearing and the one you're supposedly referencing.

"I just want to cosplay...okay?" You let out an exasperated sigh as you plop down on a chair, "It's something I've always wanted to do so please..." You turn to meet his emerald orbs.

"Help me?"

Thoma finds his breath stopping at your pleading look. The way your lush lips pout in anticipation, your eyes glassy, and a slight shy blush covering your cheeks.

"Am I really up to the job...?" he's unsure.

"Uhm, you don't have to do it if you don't want to...it's just that I really like this one character that I want to be her. I completely understand if you don't want to heed to my selfish request." you quickly reassure with a disappointed and forced smile.

"I'll help." he says without missing a beat.

If you were so supportive of his passion for hina dolls, then it's only fair he does the same for you, right? He's new to the world of cosplay, but if he's able to use his abilities to make someone happy, he'd gladly let you guide him into this new territory.

"Really?! Thank you, thank you! Then let's first get started with who I'm gonna cosplay, you see—" you happily show him the girl from earlier, "She's Saint Slimy Girl's high school: Madame's Shameless Miracle Life In The Disgraceful Clubs 2's Kurde Shizuku!"

"Ah." He's mortified as you happily rant about this passion of yours, finding no strength in him to ask about your sanity. He doesn't understand a single thing. Sex slaves? Normal to go an all girls school as a boy? Love-circumstance rape? A harem? What is all this?

"U-uhm..." he finds himself speechless, but...is it really okay to back out now?

Especially when you look so happy talking about this...erotic game...

Sigh. He already knows that his life from now would definitely be more complicated than before. But can he really complain if you're certainly gonna make it more eventful for him rather than being bland?

Kazuha — Komi Can’t Communicate

At first, he was incredibly perplexed. Why were you so eerily quiet...? He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little freaked out when you glanced at him for the first time with an intense fixation. He could feel himself slowly sinking in dread as you continued to stare harder, but for some reason, he couldn’t look away. Was it the fact that you were incredibly stunning? No. Was it because this is the first time a girl had noticed him ever since middle school? Yes-er, no. Was it because of the fact that he could hear your silent yearning for friendship? Yes. But he still wasn’t certain despite his infamous talent to hear emotions. Who knows? Maybe he was hallucinating after all those years of coping with his past emo-self that always talks about the wind. He ultimately decided to not mind you, and turn his attention back towards his locker.

The first day of his new school still hasn’t ended, but it was still the last period. Forgive him, but he just can’t seem to leave you alone. His ruby hues scan your form as you ignore all the chatter from your classmates, and awkwardly fumble with the sleeves of your blouse, seemingly hesitant to even speak. Fate visibly made fun of him for putting his designated seat right next to yours, but as much as he hated to be put in the spotlight as the ‘boring guy attempting to woo the pretty girl’s heart”, he was worried about you. You didn’t say a single word during the entire day, prompting yourself to write on the chalkboard during introductions and shaking tremendously when you were called for a question.

So when the final bell rang as everyone has shuffling out of the classroom, he trusted his hunch about your lack of communication skills and decided to confront you when everyone else has left.

“[Name], [Surname].”

You leisurely look up from your desk with befuddlement at the airy voice he’s upholding—temporarily pausing your previous action of packing up your stuff.

“Pardon me for asking, but are you...” he pauses, contemplating if what he’s doing is somehow worth it, “...struggling with talking to people?”

A uncanny noise escapes your lips.

“H-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-”

Kazuha blinks at your reaction, before he snickers at your difficulty with speaking—kindly reassuring you as he replies, “If you want to say something, why not try writing it on the board?”

A brighter expression perks up on your face, immediately rushing to the board with a small skip in your steps; “How did you find out?” plastered on the board as you bring down the chalk, turning to face him directly.

The silver-haired boy hums in thought, before coming down to a proper response, “You could say that I somehow felt it.”

A blink in your eyes ensues as you notice that he kept it vague to a degree, did he not want you to know something? Oh well, you continue writing on the board—”No one has noticed it before, so i couldn’t really explain to anyone.”

“I see...” Kazuha was always know as the guy who has flowery words on his arsenal at all times, so...why was he speechless?

Both of you remain quiet as chalk rubbing against the sanded plank against the wall, it’s sounds remaining heavy as your excessive writing remains ongoing.

“I really want to talk.”

His breath hitches.

“My face always freezes up when people talk to me. I wish I could talk to them more normally. When I was in middle school, I hated lunchtime. I despised it, since I always ate alone. I tried everyday to join in their conversations, but...I really can’t do it.

I tried, and tried...but I still couldn’t say anything.”

The silence is one of an irony, deafening Kazuha’s ears despite the quiet atmosphere.

“What should I do? How do I start a conversation? And what do I do after that? What if they don’t want to talk to me? What would I do next time? What if they think I’m boring? What if they think my smile isn’t bright enough? What if I’m like this my whole life? What do I do?”

Realization dawns on Kazuha—you were just trying to make friends, but your lack of confidence seemed to have gotten in the way of your normal life. You weren’t a goddess like everyone thought; You were just a normal girl.

“I must be bothering you, Kazuha. I’m sorry for rambling, I’ll go now. You can just forget everything I wrote.” your hand raises up with an eraser on hold, dragging it across the board to remove the evidence of words in chalk. You turn once again to the boy, before bowing respectfully—thus, your departure out to the door of the classroom betides.

Your stride halts when your ears pick up on a chalk being used once more, swiveling around to see Kazuha also writing on the board—”It’s a nice weather today, don’t you think?”

An astounded expression makes it way to your features, not expecting him to reach out.

Even with twitching palms, you approach the board, arriving at his side as you pick up an extra chalk, “Yeah. “

The silent, yet thrilling conversation on the board transpires pleasantly, both of you—quite compelled at the thought of this chemistry you both have as you two chatter about your middle school days, a television show that aired last night, current difficulties with studies, to which teacher you disliked the most.

“My dream is to have 100 friends.” your writing paints the board—an answer correlated to his question about your dream.

You step back to marvel at how filled the board had gotten the past hour, your eyes gander to Kazuha’s hands, watching as they swiftly write something you guess is a comment about your goal; he also steps back, awaiting your reaction as you scan his composed writing.

Your breath halts for a moment, your [c/c] hues widening in aghast.

“Then I’ll be your first friend, and help you make the rest.”

Childe — The Class President is a Maid!

“Hey guys, look at what I found.” The guy smirked in mischief as he beckoned his friends over, eyes wandering at parts of your body that shouldn’t be looked at with such a disgusting lust.

“Leave me alone.” Your usual authoritive voice was long gone, your words coming out weak. Being hopeless in this situation, you shut your eyes as you wish that they would just get on with it already. These scum.

“Hah! You guys heard that?” The cigar between his lips ghosts over your cheek due to his proximity. “I dare you to repeat that again, woman.”

“Oi.”

Your eyes instantly go wide when an arm gently encases you into a warm and broad chest, pushing the wierd guy away from you with a harsh slam.

You recognise that voice everywhere.

Childe. Tartaglia. Ajax. Whatever he goes by, he's well known as the pretty boy at your school who constantly causes trouble for you.

Be it that you're a feminist or not, there's just something incredibly annoying whenever you see him coldly and blatantly reject girls from all over the campus. He doesn't even sugarcoat his words a bit. Does he have no mercy at all?

"She may be cute, but she's not yours to touch."

You refrain to look at him with how much your face heated up at his comment, your hands tightly gripping your maid skirt in embarrassment.

This occupation of yours is questionable, but it works perfectly with your schedule and it pays just enough for you and your family's daily necessities. It's hard to find jobs like these, especially when someone is as young as you.

The once smirking men have became utter cowards when they realized who just spoke, opting to run away in fear of angering the force Childe is.

Once their footsteps had left your earshot, you immediately pull yourself away from Childe's arms, his position going lax as he asks if you're okay.

"...sorry."

"Hmm? For what?" he asks, but smirks in a knowing manner.

How annoying.

"Sorry for yelling at you...earlier...thanks for the he..."

Childe's hands swiftly came to your rescue the moment your head fell back. Turns out, the loss of strength just now was due to your fever.

His hand goes up to hold yout forehead, examining your temperature, before letting out a small laugh as you attempt to regain your full consciousness. Key word: attempt.

"I never took our President to be one who neglects her own health..." He teases as your face grows hotter at his embarrassing remarks, "Tsk. Tsk. How childish."

"Shut up..."

Feeling you go limp against his figure makes itself known to him that you've finally fainted out of exhaustion. Childe laughs quietly to himself once more. "No. I won't."

During all that conversation, he was practically trying his best not to ogle at your maid outfit-

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flyingraijin · 2 years

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If your thirsts are still open, I am BEGGING for a 27 or 32 with Jean from aot 😩 and if not then that's fine, I just love scrolling through your blog!! <3

“It’s just us, everyone else has gone to bed” + Jean Kirschtein

He's a little tipsy.

Okay, maybe you both are. But it's not like it isn't for a good reason.

You'd reached the sea today. You and the rest of the scouts - you'd gone far beyond the walls for the first time and seen that endless stretch of blue you'd only been able to dream of before.

Maybe it isn't a good thing. After all, the end of this struggle only means the start of another, and no one can deny the dark clouds that are growing on the horizon. Something is coming, something that's far bigger than anything you've ever know, and everyone can feel it.

But it's not here yet. And because of that, the celebration starts the second you all step foot back inside Wall Maria. And it doesn't end until the sun rises the next day and brings along with it a reminder of your new reality.

And so, like you said, you're a little tipsy. And so is he, as he drapes his arm lovingly around your shoulder and waves his bottle in the air as the pair of you sit alone in the empty dining hall.

"You know," Jean says, offering you a cheeky smile. "I never thought we'd make it this far. But I'm glad it's you that's here with me."

You grin lazily back at him, swirling your own drink in its bottle. The liquid splashes against the insides of the glass, and a few drops make their escape over its lip. You lick them up quickly, too giddy to waste what's left of your liquor for the night. Then you turn to your best friend again.

"Look at you, getting sentimental," you tell him teasingly, to which he blushes. "I never thought I'd see the day."

"M’not sentimental," he grumbles back. You watch the way his head tilts back and his adam’s apple bobs when he goes to take another sip of his drink. It does something strange to you, makes you feel an emotion you’re not used to. And you can't help but continue to stare at him even as he turns his gaze back to you. "Seriously, you're talking crap."

"I am?" You raise an eyebrow. Then you laugh when he flushes just a little, and nudge at his leg with your knee. "Aw, don't get so flustered, Jean-boy. It's okay, I like it when you get sentimental. Especially when it's about me."

Maybe you shouldn't have said the last part, but it slips from your lips before you have time to stop it. And in your hazy, tipsy state, you don't think it's that bad, even when you see an unfamiliar glint flash through his eyes.

"When it's about you?" he repeats slowly. Then he smirks. "Are you implying what I think you're implying?"

You lean a little closer to him, also smiling. "That depends what you think I'm implying," you tell him. And you don't miss the way his eyes flicker to your lips. "So why don't you tell me what that is, Kirschtein?"

He pauses for a moment, watching you for long enough that your cheeks grow warm. But then he leans in too, until his nose is almost brushing yours.

And then he says, "You're implying that you like me."

Your eyebrows go up.

"And," he continues, confident, "You're implying... that I should kiss you."

"Oh, I am?" you ask him, desperately trying to ignore the way your heart is practically beating out of your chest. He nods back at you, his eyes steely and determined.

"You are," he tells you. And you can't help but smile.

"Then what are you waiting for?"

He doesn't need to be told twice.

The kiss is hot, and messy, and probably much too fast. But neither of you care as you grab at each other, too drunk and too desperate and too lost in this new feeling. It’s been a long time in the making, going right back to cadet training, when you'd flirted you way into stealing Jean's left over bread. You don't think that you'd ever have realised back then how things would end up now, but you’re not complaining. No, definitely not complaining, not with Jean's hands in your hair and at your waist, tugging you practically into his lap as his tongue invades your mouth.

You can’t help it - you moan into the kiss and give your hips the softest rock against him, searching for just a little bit of friction as his warmth overwhelms you.

And then Jean pulls back to stare at you with wild, dark eyes. And you realise two things at the same time; one, you don't feel very drunk anymore. And two, you need him. Like right now.

"Your room, or mine," you can barely pant out with the way your chest his heaving.

And Jean only smirks at you, his head tilting just a little to the side as his eyes flicker down to your lips once more. You feel his hand on your thigh before he speaks, his long fingers running up and over your uniform pants before they stop just before where you need him most.

"Or," he says, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "We could just say right here. It’s just us, everyone else has gone to bed."

You find, as his hand moves again and your breath hitches tight in your throat, that you're inclined to agree with him

Smut Prompt List - CLOSED

#💙 blue thirsts #jean kirschtein x reader #💙 ask games #this may or may not have turned me into a jean fucker and i'm not really complaining

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merakiui · 2 years

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The thing is, my grandma likes to stare at me sometimes especially when I'm eating so I just... learned to ignore it lol. I probably wouldn't be really afraid if Rook followed me bc whatever I do is none of his business, so he shouldn't criticize me lmao. Not that he ever criticized anyone, and another reason why I'd allow him to stalk me is bc I know he won't tell anyone about my secrets. But I'd definitely be embarrassed if he caught me reading nsfw... Which he would 😩 Only Rook tho, not Jade. Gosh, I'd be snappy to him instead.

Kalim isn't my fave, but I'd definitely trust him if I ever became the MC lol. But all the party invitations would be excessive omg. Jamil would probably be kinda judgmental towards me bc I'm chaotic like Kalim, just less cheerful 😂 Regardless of his silly rules, I'd respect Riddle. My blood pressure would constantly rise too if I had to lead a bunch of brats lol. But I think I'd be closer to Trey instead, and maybe Deuce too if he could lessen his embarrassment towards females. He's just so cute!! 😍😍😍

Aside from the Adeuce, which guys would you try to befriend?

Oohh, I see!! If it was Rook, I don’t think I’d worry too much. The worst he could do is compliment me too much lol. On the other hand, Jade always has the same expression, which makes it hard to tell what he’s thinking. I think it would be harder to determine his motive for stalking me, so that would cause for some unease. Rook just becomes a box full of interesting secrets and information that he’s learned from everyone omg!! He definitely learns a lot about you when he catches you reading nsfw. 😂 all of the preferences.

Jade catches me saving Azul photos to the Pinterest folder and I’m done for. OTL it’s over for me. It’s a double kill if Floyd is with him. </3 Azul will know I like him right away.

I would trust Kalim with all my heart!! He’s the sunshine who can do no harm. 🥺 I’d feel more comfortable if I befriended him after being brought to twst all of a sudden. Ah, but so many parties. All of the food and dancing!! It would be lots of fun, but I think I would get tired of the nonstop partying. Poor Jamil, though!! :< I hope he can catch a break with all of the chaos.

I would like to be Trey’s friend, too. He cooks delicious sweets and I’d gladly become his tester if he ever needed someone to try all of the foods he makes!!! Aaah and Deuce!!! Yes, let’s become his friend!!!! 🥺💕

So many guys to befriend… I want to know the whole school. >:D but to start off… AZUL 100%!! 😳 and Riddle and Kalim ofc hehe! And the tweels!! I think it would be important to have Floyd as a friend because he could help me get out of difficult situations…if he was in the mood. It’s like scary dog privileges haha. Although asking for his help automatically becomes an exchange, so I’d have to be ready to offer something in return. And making terrariums with Jade would be so great. T_T the trio would be fun to hang out with when they’re not scheming or collecting payments.

I want to befriend Lilia as well!!! He seems like he’d be lots of fun to talk to and I want to hear all sorts of stories from the past. 👀 I will listen to you, grandpa. Please tell me more. Epel and Jack also seem like they would be good friends, and I also want to befriend Ruggie!!! There are just so many people to talk to in twst. It would be so exciting!

Ah!! Is there anyone you might avoid at first or be hesitant to befriend?

#twisted chit chat #tri3tri #adeuce + grim is automatically chaotic and i’m here for it #besties for life even when we’re stuck suffering the consequences of operating on one shared brain cell

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leofiat-bunny · 3 years

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Sorry, there are a few split second frames that shouldn't be in here, but I have to actually get up this morning, so this is what you get 🙇‍♀️

Honestly, except for scenes the episode trailers have included, I'm not in the least bit sure what'll happen. But I gave it a stab anyway.

So Leon keeps chasing Pob, which includes giving the cat collar.

Which leads to the 2nd Leo question.

Then Pob approaches Leo directly.

I'm not certain if Leo will speak to Pob before or after Fiat asks about Pob. The reason he goes with "friend of a senior" could be entirely because bringing Leon into a conversation with Fiat isn't exactly Fiat's favourite thing. Plus, "oh the guy Leon has a crush on" could be considered spilling secrets and handing Fiat ammunition (Leo doesn't know Leon's already told Fiat). Dealing with spoiled brats competing for your attention is hard work 😩

But I went with before because... well it works I guess? Possibly just because I've gotten used to thinking of it in that order.

But Fiat gets right on the "plan"... I guess Leon helped him fight past his remaining shyness at least? 😅

He only asks about Pob after they've showered.

Pob updates his cat about how Leon's making him feel.

Fiat tries to upkeep the house. Since there's no maid and he's trying to be a good boyfriend.

Leo finds him struggling with dishes and we get a cute scene.

Then Fiat finds Leo in an apron, since of course Leo doesn't want Fiat to do all the work. And we get another cute scene.

I included an implication of Fiat jumping Leo in school as a continuation of the "plan".

Not sure if the rose if from Leo or for Leo; if they arranged a court date and Leo didn't show or something? At any rate, I think Fiat was waiting for Leo to show when Leon came.

My first feeling is that Fiat would go forward, not run away, when Pob & Leo are "caught". But possibly he'd go forward, have his say, then storm off, ignoring Leo?

Including the Leon & Leo bed scene here is partly because I can't think of a better time to have it. It can lead to Leon explaining... something to Leo, which can lead to LeoFiat resolution, a move intended to earn forgiveness for Leon from viewers?

That resolution includes/leads to a court date to make up for the messy one.

Meanwhile LeonPob go on a kind of date.

And we end on a cute scene just because. 🤷‍♀️

(Of course, it's quite possible the ep will end with the "caught" scene - just like ep 4 ended with the library scene that had been included in the ep trailer.)

I know I said I'd keep putting the girl into the next ep, but I've changed my mind. I think she'll get an ep to herself eventually.

So I think future eps will include

parents return (prob ep 6)

curly hair (ep 7? We have a fair amount of preview, and the bulk of time in the early previews belong to earlier eps. Family drama seems likely to be the finale.)

Fiat family drama (ep 10-12)

girl (ep 9? We're running out of eps, but it could be a light ep before the big ones)

Pob's deal (side story through ep 10-12 to maximise the ep 11 effect - this will include his crying scene)

sleepover & fancy do (ep 10 as part of the run up? ep 12 as part of the wrap up?)

winning basketball (ep 12 as part of the wrap up... just realised we don't see LeonPob in the stands 🤔)

I realise I'm missing an ep.

(Watch her scenes be in ep 5 now. 😅)

As for ep 6

I'd promise to get this done earlier for next week, but I'm not even going to get to watch the ep on laptop until Monday afternoon, so I am very deliberately not promising any such thing.

I will try.

#leofiat #don't say no #don't say no ep 5 #dsn speculation

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I’m sorry lol but here we go…. I have 2 older siblings I’m the baby and I always do things for them I’ll go over to their place if I’m free and let their dogs out or babysit or even pick them up if they need a ride to do something if I don’t have anything going on and I’ve always done this… our dad passed away back in June so they’ve actually been distant from my mom and I and today my mom went out of town to be w my grandma cuz my grandpa is in the hospital and I’m off I needed to run errands and get an oil change so I went to do the oil change first cuz I knew it was probably gonna be a 3hr wait which it was and NO ONE would help me. My sister was at work but said she’d come take me back if she got off but when she got off she basically said I can’t you should have planned this better(she’s the one w kids so I’m like sure whatever) and my brother the real dick that he is, he’s off of work cuz of a car accident he had, he goes out at night w our cousins and parties says he’ll pick me up but said he won’t take me to run errands that wouldn’t even take the amount of time I have to wait for my car and then he drops me off at home 45 mins away from him (just 5 mins down the road from the oil change place) and then texts me 2 hrs later “do you need me to take you back to get your car?” Thankfully (but also not) my aunt was coming back from a retreat and said she’d take me to pick it up so I literally sat in my house while all my errands could have been done were on a clock cuz I needed to pay bills that the office were gonna close and I needed to get groceries and now it’s 5:30 my aunt took me on a side quest to target I at least paid my bills (cuz they were next to target) and I have my car but I don’t want to get groceries and i miss my dad and my mom and I’ve already cried today and now I feel like they are just angry tears if I cry again………. Sorry it’s been a day and I needed to let this out 😩 like I legit cried earlier cuz I missed my dad so much cuz he usually would take me to do my oil and run errands during the time we had to wait for the car so I’m just like why are you telling me I should have planned this better when this is how I was raised and I know at least one of you don’t have anything going on

Sweetheart, I am so so sorry that you went through that. You deserve more. I wish I could give you a big big hug right now so we're going to pretend I am just for the next few moments where you read this.

I get it, believe me when I tell you I get it. But here's what you need to remind yourself when you reach these low moments and it's something I've heard from NCIS actually (thank you Ducky).

If you're going through hell, keep going.

It's not ideal but I found that it works when I reach a moment where I want to scream at every single person that isn't helping me through my struggles. Your brother should have stepped up and helped you out, and that really was a dick move on his part. If he tries to apologize or something, you need to let him know that that was unacceptable and that he needs to act, at the very least, like an adult the next time you ask him to help you with something. He's not a baby. He can spare some time. If he doesn't see it your way or tries to ignore you, then end the conversation and tell him that you're willing to talk to him again when he feels like acting a little more humanely. Your sister could have done something as well but you can try to give her the benefit of the doubt (for now) since she is working and is a mother and she's probably tired. But, she shouldn't have said the "planned better" bit because this is probably new to you.

I hate to tell you this but you will probably and unfortunately have these moments again. But the nice and more enjoyable days will outnumber the shitty ones.

As to missing your mom and dad, just cry it out. Get it out of your system. I did that this past Sunday when it got really bad for me and I ended up having a panic attack because I have not been grieving my dad in a healthy way at all. So cry it out of your system, who cares if they're angry tears. They're probably sad, angry, irritated, why the fuck is this happening tears. But it will make you feel a little better.

Believe me. I lived half a year by myself after my dad passed away and it. fucking. sucked. I cried myself to sleep every night. Still do sometimes and it's been three years now. But I wake up more at peace.

Your mom will come back and you will see her and hug her and tell her that you love her and talk with her about memories with your dad. It's okay to miss her but she is coming back.

Also, I had the exact same moment you had with your car the first time I had to take it to get the oil change. I sold my car because I didn't need it anymore since I had my dad's which I'm driving now and it took the lady at the dealer shop to ask me one question for me to break down in front of her and tell her that my dad was the one that usually did this so I wasn't feeling too well being in that space. I get it babe, I get it.

I will tell you that things do get a little easier. The day will come where instead of crying every time you look at your dad's pictures or remember something the two of you did, you will smile and not cry. Or at the very least, you'll cry tears of joy that you had those moments you can now rely on and not cry out of heartbreak.

So if crying helps, then do it.

I really am so sorry you're experiencing this right now. I'm not sure how old you are but my guess is you're younger than me and I can't begin to think of how I would be feeling if I lost my dad at a younger age. But you're going to get through this and you're going to look back and realize that it's these moments that made you stronger. My inbox is always open if you want to vent or just have silly conversations to distract yourself from something.

I love you friend, and I pray that you find some peace in the coming hours so you forget this shitty day.

#personal

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Okay....so feel free to ignore this..but if you get the time...could I possibly get a Slasher and Re8 match-up? Sorry I had to ask because the first match-up you gave me was so good! But like I said feel free to ignore this (Also I do match-ups too so if you'd like one feel free to ask for any of the fandoms I do!) But anyways TYSM if you do decide to do it and I hope you have a great day! :D

So I'm straight (might be bi) but for now I'm gonna go with straight. I use she/her pronouns, my top 3 zodiacs are Leo sun, Aries moon, and Leo rising. And I'm a ENTP.

So I'm kinda short I'm 5'4, super skinny and petite, I don't weigh a lot and I get made fun of a lot for it, and I have pale skin and freckles all over my face and body. I have brown thick hair that goes down to my mid back and brown eyes! I'm not very curvy I have the body of a cereal box but hey I have some nice hips and thighs I guess?

When people first see me I look intimidating due to my resting bitch face but if you talk to me I'm pretty nice and warm! Once you get to know me better I can be very sarcastic well no actually about 99% of everything that comes out of my mouth is sarcastic but hey I just love some good sarcasm! And I can be very reckless and goofy! I'm also very feisty and if someone even looks at me wrong then it's on....like I will not hesitate to put you in your place. I can be very stubborn and competitive as well. I also live by the saying "Fake it till you make it". Because thats literally what I do lol.

The other side of me is basically really bitchy and cold I kinda have trouble with feeling empathy torwards people sometimes and I tend to shut people out and isolate myself. I hate talking about my feelings and I cover those up too and I act fine but usually I'm not. Also anxiety sucks......and I have that really bad. I also push myself really hard with certain things to the point where it's just unhealthy and I can't stop myself usually other people have to step in and make me take a break for a while when that happens.

I love dry and dark humor that cracks me up a lot. And dad jokes too....I make a lot of those! I loves 90's and 80's rock but 90's is the best and grunge music is just immaculate ✋😩. But I love anything under the rock genre basically. (Honestly I wish I lived in the 90's) I also have a grunge style like I love flannels, band t-shirts, combat boots etc.

I hate spiders I have a phobia of them and will literally die if I see one. And I love horror movies

This was a though one but after 2 days of pondering I have decided with...

Michael myers

He loves the way you can just adapt to your surroundings. Because you will need to with him probably taking you to his house to live.

He might not seem like he wants to hear you blabber about tour ideas & theories but he secretly likes them.

He thinks it's cute that you're smaller than him that means he can tower over you.

(me: you better not talk about yourself that way) he doesn't care about curves but when it's time for sexy time. He will have a vice grip on your thighs. Also he will hurt the people who make fun of you.

He himself kind of has an resting bitch face but that's because he is an asshole in general!

He thinks your hot with you being so fierce he is scared you'll hurt yourself tho so don't be to reckless!

You are fighting fire with fire when you try to put him in his place.

Like I said you're fighting fire with fire when you are being a lil to but y towards him.

He will try to help you out with your anxiety.

He lives for your dry and dark humor he let's you listen to your music.

You better not show to much skin because this man will become feral.

He might call asa and torture you with spider(asshole). He's an asshole so it shouldn't suprise you. He'll watch movies with you.

Salvatore moreau

It's probably best that you adapt to your surroundings here because he litteraly lives in a sort of swamp!

He will want to hear your ideas and theories! He lives for them to be honest

He also thinks you're cute, he kind of towers over you and that means he will pick you up and carry you everywhere.

He can't really do much about the people who make fun of you but he can cheer you up. He loves your body he doesn't like his very much but don't you dare try to talk about yourself that way.

He loves your face but on the first meeting with you he was scared to approach you say be gentle with him.

He also likes your sarcasm towards heisenberg and alcina. They can be mean towards him so he feels protected when you talk them down. But he will be worried that you will die because you are so reckless.

He will listen to you just don't hurt him. Because there is no need to put him in his place. He is never bad.

Just don't hurt him please he's soft boii.

He shall help you with your anxiety the best he can.

He might not understand your dad jokes but just be patient and explain to him.

He will listen to anything you listen to.

He loves your style.

He will get rid of the spiders for you. He will try to watch movies with you because he's not living anywhere where there is a TV or Internet but hell try.

#michael myers headcanons #salvatore moreau

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