#totes didn't proof read

[kill4luvina]

"Who's that?"

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Plug!Armin x Plug!Reader x Plug!Eren

Summary : Eren and Armin go out to a party to find out who this mysterious "Stunna"(Y/n) is after she's stepped in the game they've been losing mad business and at first they were going to jump you, until they saw you. Instead they decide they were tag/double team you.

Warning : SMUT, Car sex, just sumin nasty for the girlies because i said so, not proof read, ngl eren and armin get a lil intimate(they on some gay shi ngl), use your imaginationn if sumin don't make sense.

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The room was awash in a spectrum of colors, pulsating neon lights flickering and casting a glow hue of different colors. The walls throbbing in the same rhythm as the heavy bass as the room was filled with bodies pressed up against each other – some grinding, others chatting it up. The vibe was wild, a crazy energy swirling in the air, getting everyone hyped. Smoke twisted up towards those neon lights, adding this trippy scent to the mix.

The air was thick with the mixed scents of sweat, perfume, and the distinct earthiness. Eren and Armin had only popped out to this party because of some info someone dropped, thinking they could catch the mysterious "Stunna" who had been stealing their costumers. "Bro, what if this shit was a set up." Armin whispered, eyes scanning the crowd, getting jumpy at any sudden moves. "Relax, man. You're incognito with that ski mask, nobody knows it's you,dumbass" Eren shot back, pushing through the crowd, Armin following close behind with his hand under his shirt holding onto his glock.

"Oh damn, Luvii!" You greeted your bestie as she practically dove through your car window for a hug. "I was starting to think you weren't coming!" Luvina would say as she pulled away. "And you popped out with the all black hell cat? Okay I see you!" You chuckled, stepping out with your tote bag as she acted all surprised, though she had the same whip in pink. "Come on, girl, quit playin'."

"Luvi, you look so fine stop fuckin playin wit me..." A guy would come up to the two of you at the party, he'd start talking to luvina as he started touching up on her. "Ew, girl get a fucking room.." You'd say walking away, wandering throughout the party giving them some privacy. "Yo, Stunna!" You'd hear one of your favorite costumers yell out, making your quickly turn your head. "You got anything on you I can buy?" He'd ask, you'd nod your head opening your tote bag pulling out a few carts & vapes. "Lemme get that one, how much?" "75." "Aight, take 100 and I'ma put the 25 into the next thing I buy."

Then, out of nowhere, some dude grabbed you and pulled you outside. Caught off guard, you clocked they were both rockin' ski masks, so you didn't waste time, pullin' out a gun from the waistband of your jeans. "Who the fuck are yall?!" You demanded, sizing them up, outnumbered but ready. Armin lowered his mask, checkin' you out before speaking up. "Ease up, mamas, we ain't here to cause trouble, we on your turf remember?" Armin would remind you making your ease up a tiny bit. Eren would pull his off too, you had seen them before on Instagram but damn they looked finer in person.

"Fuck yall doing on my turf anyway?" you questioned, gun still raised, keepin' your distance, looking for answers. "Damn, chill mamas, we came to see if ya shit as good as we heard." Eren would lie, both of them knew they wanted to jump your ass but as soon as they saw how fine you were they couldn't. Now they both just wanted to see if they could could hit it before they left. You'd put your gun down staring at the two silently for a moment before walking past them to your hellcat. The two would silently watch you before dabbing eachother up and follow you in excitement.

Honestly, you don't even know how it happened but it started off with you 3 in the back seat smoking up a storm. Not even 20 minutes into your smoking sesh, your body started heating up at the sly comments the two would throw at you. You'd pussy throbbing at the sound of Eren telling you how fine you were and Armin touching you in all the right places at all the right times, what a duo. In about 10-15 more minutes you found yourself making out with Armin's lap, Eren giving you kisses from the side making your overwhelmed not knowing who to kiss.

"Mmph!" You'd cry into Erens mouth as kissed you, not even being able to think straight. You were completely drowned in bliss as you felt Armin lap up your juices with his tongue. You've never been eaten out the good before, and it was a complete game changer when you felt him sink his fingers into your brown and pink fat pussy.(im such a troll for that one) Your eyes would roll to the back of you head as you pulled away from eren moaning into the crook of his neck as your nails scratched him looking for something to grip on. "Doing so well for us." You'd hear eren say softly as he held you, continuing to praise you.

On the other hand, Armin was fucking your pussy up real good. He was nose deep, not able to even contain himself and just you moaning made it even worst. You'd feel your eyes fill up with tear as you cried out even louder cumming all of his face as you held onto Eren even tigher, trembling as you came down from your high. Armin would pull away licking his fingers as he wiped his face. "My turn." you'd hear Eren say, you were to tired to even complain feeling yourself getting moved around. "Mamas, be a good girl and arch for daddy." You'd hear Armin's voice now from infront of you, you'd look up from your fluffy lashes to see his pretty blue eyes looking right back down at you.

He'd smile, his sliver braces showing as he'd whip out his dick as it hit you head in the center of your face making your slightly flinch. Not knowing who to pay attention to you'd feel something poke at your entrance. "wait-Fuc--" you'd be shut up by two dicks filling you up from both sides, your moans muffled by Armins dick. You'd start tearing up again but this time you'd actually start crying, the amount of pleasure you were getting at once was insane. Your make-up getting completely messed up as Armin kept face fucking you. Eren on the opposite side ramming your shit.

"look at you go mamas." Armin would say pulling his phone out as he started to record you, with his hands now away you'd quickly pull away coughing as you looked back up to the video. You'd could help but start moaning loudly again from eren as you started to pump his dick from the base spitting on it. You'd start sucking him off harder making a sloppy mess with bubbles every wear not taking your eyes off the video. "Fuckkk, so good for us.." Armin would whimper, voice slightly cracking as he moaned. Eren letting out groans as he picked up his place leaving you a moaning mess not even able to focus on the task at hand.

Armin would stop recording as he went back to face fucking you, but he was looking behind you this time. You'd feel both ends slow down as you looked up once more to see the two kissing. Your pussy couldn't help but twitch and suck Eren in even more from how hot that was. Slightly shocked, you assumed it was just the weed kicking all 3 of ya'll differently. But this didn't last long because after a few seconds they were both back to abusing your holes. The game ender for you was when Eren brought his fingers down and start rubbing on you clit, you came so fucking hard you started squirting tear rolling down your eyes.

Armin was next pulled away as you brought your tonuge out and he came on your face leaving you a mess. Eren would do the same after a few more thrusts cumming your ass and back. You'd fall, your body fully limp as you caught your breath. "Damn, if your drugs ass addicting as you are i might have to switch over." Armin would joke as pulled you up giving you a kiss as eren laughed at his stupid joke. "ngl, being opps stupid asl, why don't we conjoin and just become sumin bigger?" Eren would ask, but you were sound asleep leaving the two.

"Eren, did we kiss?" Armin would ask "Shut the actual fuck up idk what your on."

(LOL IDK WHAT THIS IS I STARTED WRITING AND COULDN'T STOP, BUT IMA START WORKING ON REQUESTS NOW.)

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[fishhawish]

Can request some genshin men(your choice)with a s/o who can't cry. Like even when they are sad and wants to cry they can't. If you don't write for multiple characters you can choose anyone you want to. Thanks.

Yeah totes! Hope you enjoy🤍

Sorry for late response btw I got caught up in ROTC

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Genshin men x reader who can't cry

Angst / comfort

Warnings: none

Gender neutral reader

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(spun on a wheel contains: Nuevillete, Lyney, Kaeya, Tighnari, Xiao and Thoma)

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!!not proof read!!

Scenario: Reader had a bad day but can't let out the pent up frustration.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚Nuevillette

He cries for You.

Although it may not look like it, Nuviluette is truly an emotional man. Especially when his significant other is upset. You both lay on the bed, You curled up against him while he holds you tightly in attempt to comfort you. You want to cry but tears won't spill, leaving you in absolutely agony. Your lover can't help but get emotional at the sight, his eyes watery as he cuddles you. He apologizes but he still can't help it. All he wishes of is for You to be happy again. He's really trying his best. He ordered snacks and little gifts in attempt to cheer you up. When the maid delivers them he is the one to answer. Presenting you with the little gift he tried his best to make you happy, smiling at you and speaking in his gentle tone "My dear, I have gotten You a gift. "Please allow me to treat You during this unfortunate time."

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚Lyney

He understands You.

Lyney, who grew up in the House of Hearth. Also experienced the inability to cry. Growing up under 'Father' really caused tension for Him as a child. As of currently You now sit with your Magician lover, in his lap on the sofa of his home. Tears waiting to spill but they don't. He sighs and rubs your back gently in little circles. "Ma chérie, please take your time." His loving voice rang in your ears. He looks over to grab the blanket to the side of him and wraps it over both of your bodies. "We have all the time in the world, do not fear " He whispers. Laying back and taking you with him to lay on top of him. He kisses the top of your head and soothes you to sleep with a lullaby that his 'Father' taught him.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚Kaeya

He drops everything for You.

Kaeya who noticed that You haven't visited him all day, began to worry. He needed to make sure. He speed walked to your home just to check on You, who also didn't answer the door. Kaeya unlocking the door with the key under the door mat entered the cozy home to see a depressing state. Him dashing towards you to, embracing you instantly. He begged you to tell him what happened, but after he himself calmed down he decided to give you some time. He loves you dearly more than anything. Kaeya gently kisses your temple before picking you up and relocating you back to your bedroom. When You mentioned to him that you want to cry but you can't, he says back a almost silent "me too".

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚Tighnari

He who tried his best.

Tighnari seems to over prioritize work, often not even noticing his own needs. And even if he says breaks are good sometimes, how often does he truly do so? Tighnari isn't as good with comforting, but he knows enough to try to help due to him taking care of Collei. So now here You are, sitting in Tighnari's lap at his desk. Face tucked into his shoulder hiding from the world as his tail wraps around you along with his arm, his other arm finding it's way to intertwine both of your hands together. His thumb rubs against the back of your hand, comforting you. He looks at you, pain filling his heart. He doesn't know what to say, he's afraid that he'll say the wrong thing. Especially without you being able to cry at the moment. But after a while he gathers courage and whispers "It's okay I'm here now."

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚Xiao

He fights just for You.

Xiao's daily life consist of fighting the demons that intend to harm liyue. However when he hears your sweet voice call his name, the demons he fends off fate was sealed you opened your mouth. It takes him mere seconds to finish and teleport to You, and seconds to see your gloomy expression. This leaves Xiao in a panic because he doesn't know what to do. Xiao doesn't know much about humans, but he tries his best for you. He gently reaches out to touch your hand, embracing your hand with his. "Are you okay? What's wrong?" He says, worry sinking in his stomach. You suddenly embrace him, trying your best to let your emotions out but its not working. Although Xiao is stiff, he still complies with your action. Gently wrapping his arms around you as well. "I'll always protect You until the end." He says.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚Thoma

He takes the best care of You.

Thoma, who is amazing with caring for others. He loves you more than anything, you're practically his sunshine. So when You walked up to him and ask him for comfort, he's immediately there for you. By the time you asked he's already prepared everything. He takes your hand in his and helps you drink the tea he prepared for you. "Let me spoil you until you feel better, is that alright?" He says worried, you just nod. When you mentioned you want to cry but can't, he feels horrible. He hugs you, pampering your face in little kissing, giving you encouraging words. He always knows how to make you feel even slightly better. He smiles at You. "Here, I'll make your favorite foods tonight. It's all about you sweetheart."

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Finished!

Requests open as usual<3

[nighthaunting]

You ever have a moment where you reconsider something you thought a lot about in the past but then sort of turned your attention away from for a while, and your new perspective just blows the whole thing open?

Me thinking about russ and magnus during ATS/PB today after years of taking a break from HH/40K lore yielded one such series of revelations.

I was thinking about Betrayer and Russ' attempt to give Angron a lesson via the Night of the Wolf. I was thinking about Prospero Burns and Russ' belief that he's had a direct line to Magnus this whole time via Kaspar. I was thinking about that 'please'. And.

I know this is pretty much canon to the text but I've never before really Considered that one of Russ' motives in keeping this guy alive and sending him out on compliances with his Legion was (Russ believed at least) letting Magnus see the SW in action and hoping that this might influence him into trying to Avoid doing anything that might cause Russ to be sent after him.

In the past I've talked a lot about the SW keeping Kaspar around to see what would happen in terms of thinking the TS were up to something or going to do something to the Legion, which is very much the assumption the Chaos entity wanted them to make, but looking back I tbh think i slept on the concept of Russ, who canonically has taken out at least one of the Lost Primarchs in an event which is prefers not to speak (or at least the codex Strongly Implies that Russ has been used against another primarch before), and who also canonically went into the Night of the Wolf fully willing to die to make his point to Angron if only Angron could understand what he was doing.

I'm sort of compelled by the concept because in a sense Russ was letting (what he thought was) Magnus take a peek behind the barbarian mask he likes to put on, to see into a more genuine heart of his legion, letting his guard down a bit by allowing this obviously-compromised spy in. Much the same way he let the mask drop when he went to try and talk some sense into Angron, bringing up philosophy and reading and ideals that Russ' ignorant-but-noble barbarian persona would never admit to being interested in let alone reading.

And both times the gambit failed, in Magnus' case because it wasn't Magnus on the other end of the line, and in Angron's case because he was too far gone to really get what Russ was illustrating for him.

The whole thing was orchestrated so well, ironically giving the "proof" that Magnus was up to something via this sleeper agent spy that the SW were toting around with them, playing on Russ being curious enough to keep this guy around and connect the dots on the (false) links between this guy and the TS. I have this headcanon that Russ and Lorgar were actually fairly close, with Russ actually talking to Lorgar about Lorgar's writings, because he didn't seem surprised that Russ had read them and had thoughts on them in Betrayer, so I actually sort of like the idea that he had a hand in setting up the fall of Prospero? I like the tragedy of the idea that he at least had some input on the idea, being familiar enough with Russ to know he'd take the bait.

Which would make that a third time Russ got genuine with someone and had it either fail or be used against him...

[mixtmedea]

shadow puppets

fluff | megumi x non-sorcerer gn reader

(technically it is? but no actual romance happens..? mostly wholesome flirting? if this even counts as flirting)

cute little moment about megumi teaching someone how to make shadow puppets

cw | none, not proof-read

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the summer sky is painted with bright orange and pink as the sun begins to set.

megumi, yuuji, and nobara are perched on a wooden bench in the middle of a public park. Surrounded by greenery and roaming pedestrians, they wind back as they listen to the sound of children playing in the distance, the flapping of airborne kites, and faint chatter from anyone who passes by.

"ugh, i'm beat." yuuji huffs as he leans his head back on the bench.

nobara sifts through her tote bag to find the water she unfortunately had to purchase at a vending machine earlier when she'd forgotten her water bottle at the dorms.

"can i have some?" barely lifting his head, yuuji tries to reach for nobara's water bottle before she slaps his hand away.

"no." she says with a straight face, twisting open the cap.

yuuji sits up in defiance. "why?! it's so hot!"

"i didn't even get to drink it yet!" she hisses at him. "just get your own, there's a vending machine right there."

"it costs money!" he whines.

as usual, a bickering match begins between the two, which results in a mild cat fight for a half-finished water bottle.

megumi is too tired and warm at this point to care about how much they're thrashing around next to him with what little space they have on the bench. for the entire day, he had led the trio through an extensive tokyo tour, basically acting as their guide the entire time with his memorized facts. megumi isn't sure how many more times he can play tour guide when they constantly ask him to search up restaurants and landmarks to visit.

momentarily tuning out the noise, megumi takes a look around him, observing the way the setting sun casts shadows across the park. in front of him, his own shadow is elongated as the sun sets behind him.

combating his exhaustion and boredom, megumi raises his hands and clasps them together to form a shadow of his divine dogs. he makes sure not to accidentally summon them since they're in public.

he opens and closes the mouth of the dog so it appears to be barking in sync to nobara and yuuji's verbal jabs at each other. it's definitely entertaining for a few seconds, but after a while he starts losing interest.

until megumi notices something in the corner of his eye.

he turns his head, and notices someone sitting in the grass on a raised hill in the park, close enough to see, but far enough away that he wouldn't be able to hear them clearly if they said anything. behind them sat another small group of what he assumed were their friends, but distracted in their own conversations.

you meet megumi's gaze, having just caught him making dog shadow puppets over the concrete walkway, and he caught you watching.

before megumi can react, he watches as you grin and raise your own hand to make a shadow puppet of a dog, except with one hand, and more simplified. you wiggle your pinky to make the dog bark.

megumi raises a brow at your shadow puppet, and raises his hands to show you how to make his two-handed version of a shadow dog.

you observe, and imitate his hands, successfully creating a more sophisticated dog.

from your place on the hill, you smile at megumi, happy about a successful new shadow puppet learned. but now you start quietly questioning how many he knows.

you fan out your hands and cross your thumbs to make a bird, and flap its wings at megumi. instead of copying your version with your palms outwards, he overlaps his hands, and then crosses his thumbs so his palms face inwards.

wow, you think. a little extra, but admittedly a little cooler somehow. not sure about the logic behind that, maybe he's just cute.

once again, you try your shot at another puppet, only this time it's a bunny, and the only way you know how to make a bunny is to make a peace sign with your right hand and turn it sideways. so that's what you do, and for extra theater points, you bend the ears a few times and move your hand up and down so that the rabbit can "hop."

and to your utter amazement, that damn spike-headed stranger outdoes your peace-sign rabbit with the most complicated hand gesture you've ever seen (it's not that bad, but your mind is blown).

once again, megumi is using two hands for his shadow puppet. you don't even know where to begin, and when you try to copy his gestures, you just end up confusing yourself even more. your hands are overlapping incorrectly, controlling your fingers suddenly doesn't feel right, some fingers are out of place.

when megumi sees you poorly attempting to copy him, he stifles a laugh. softly smiling at you while he tries to suppress his amusement, he raises his left hand and points at it so that you know which hand to raise first.

you raise your right hand before remembering the difference between right and left, and you switch to your left hand. you can see him grinning in the distance.

megumi makes a claw with his left hand, but with all his fingers connected. he positions his left hand in front of him, and raises his right hand. he glances up to make sure you're following along.

in the distance, you nod at him to continue.

with his right hand, he connects his index and middle finger together, and his ring finger with his pinky, forming a V shape.

you copy him.

he turns his hand so his palm faces towards him. you copy. keeping his fingers in the same position, he bends his index finger to make the head of the rabbit.

up until that point you were following along really well, but tripped up when his fingers bent to form the head and the ears. you fidget with your hands a bit before something clicks in your head and your eyes light up, but before you can finish the rabbit, one of your friends call your name from behind you.

megumi notices you turn to say something back to your friends, and disappointment seeps into his stomach when he sees you stand up to leave. but in the distance, you turn back to face megumi. you smile as you wave goodbye, and mouth "thank you," for the new little tricks he taught you. feeling his face heating up, he gently waves back, and watches you and your friends disappear from behind the slope of the hill.

megumi takes a deep breath before sighing and turning back to his friends, who, to megumi's surprise, are very close and in his face.

"...what?" megumi hesitates

"what was that?" nobara raises her brow at him.

"what was what."

"megumi was flirting with someone!!" yuuji bellows.

"no, i wasn't."

"is that how dorks flirt?" nobara snickers.

"you'd teach strangers how to make shadow puppets but not your own friends?" yuuji dramatically but jokingly complains.

megumi snatches nobara's now-empty plastic water bottle from her hands and thwacks it over yuuji's head.

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[fujocoded]

Final Campaign Showcase

It's time! With our campaign concluded, and our energy replenished, let's do a final campaign tally and look at all the amazing contributors that helped make this fundraiser an astounding success. Hold on to your seats, we're going for a ride! For obvious reasons, this is going under the cut 👇 If you're curious about what this is all about, check out our (now concluded) BackerKit campaign here!

First of all, the final numbers: as you know, we raised $9,258 from 170 backers, 309% of our goal for an average of more than $50(!!!) per person. Our most backed tier was "Mandarin Seed" with 41, followed by Lime at 34. (hope you enjoyed all the citrus-y references 🌱)

For the high level tiers, we got 4(!!) Bronze Fujin backers at $250+ and 1 Gold Fujin at $1,000. There are no words to quantify our gratitude for this amount of support. But there's a sponsor wall on which we'll soon showcase our generous patrons' names (or not, as they wish)!

For add-ons, the winner is "Additional Sticker Set" (SO glad you love them as much as we do), followed by the "Shipping on Company Time–AO3 edition" sticker. This was our "target audience"-bait stretch goal, so we're glad to see it worked! FujoBoards are also ever-popular.

And speaking of stickers... let's talk about our sticker sets and the people who made them! We didn't get to shout out our artists quite as often as we wanted to during the campaign (the rapid pace of “all that needs doing” made it hard), so it's time to put names to the art!

Our Brand Sticker Pack mostly features graphics and art like the logo and raccoon) by anonymous collaborators who 💜 their privacy! The stickers themselves were designed by @essential-randomness, and the brilliant "fujin inside" joke was a last-minute stroke of genius by @enigmalea.

For the slogan pack, "Boba-tan's Big Integers" features art by @moksutinn, the "be gay commit code crimes" chibi are by @ikam177, and office lady Boba-tan is by @ymkse–all long-term collaborators! Once again they were assembled by @essential-randomness with help from our community

Next is the amazing "fujin/sickos" parody by Ererifan (as sticker and shirt/tote), and our 88x31 badges by Goblin. And don't forget the anonymous artist for our teasers!

They too had already collaborated with us in previous initiatives! As they say, "the gang is all here".

Now, our website! It was primarily coded by @essential-randomness, but is heavy in community contributions. Check code (and contributors) on GitHub: https://github.com/FujoWebDev/fujocoded

Even here, a lot of long-term collaborators, some in their first foray with git!

For the art (once again, have you tried moving the browser windows on the site?), we have two amazing artists to thank: @brokemycrown, our FujoGuide KS art director, created the "web" trio pics, while the rest is the work of @ymkse, with us since the very first Boba-tan art!

As you know, more goes into a project than coding and art. Between writing, proof-reading, alt-texting, cat-herding, pep-talking, and "running around getting things done" so many community contributors pitched in! We're still confirming who wants public credit, but here's a few:

@enigmalea, without whom so many of our projects wouldn't exist in their current form, did a bit of everything: from styling, to design, to wording, to typing... not even technical difficulties can keep her down!

VCat, without whom our website wouldn't have shipped in time

@starfieldcanvas, at their first big projects with us, gets the credit of "first volunteer to write a @bobaboard retrospective" (rather than founder @essential-randomness), which alone would be an incredible feat. However, Dove did a lot more, handling all our newsletters through the lead up to the campaign, thus making it possible for the team to make everything that needed happening actually happen. She also helped with design, FujoVerse copy, and even picked up coding (!) and GitHub (!!) to help update things here and there!

@elendraug picked up everything that needed picking up! From the humongous task of adding all our collaborators to @fujowebdev, to writing most of our alt text, to proofreading, to helping with drafts...

@xieliansbignaturals who took care of alt text, proofreading and cheerleading

@tarantasina, who kept the team on track and delighted us all with their Signature High-Spirit Emotional Encouragement™

@thebiballerina, who gave us social media wisdom, help with proofreading and wordsmithing, and other invaluable support

...and then me, @essential-randomness, who has written most of the posts delighting your days, manned an inordinate amount of social accounts, did everything-not-done-by-others, and somehow managed to get a company started on the wings of being a fujoshi–the highest of achievements.

With all of this said, the plan for the future: this campaign took us months to prepare on top of working on our other projects. We're now going to take a deserved couple of weeks to rest, then regroup to discuss next steps and priorities.

Formalizing all this into a company won't always be straightforward, and there will be decisions to make we haven’t even encountered yet. Our first priorities will be finishing FujoGuide Issue 2 and producing + shipping the rewards for this campaign.

Alongside this, we'll start contacting the lawyers you all recommended (seriously, thank you) so we can begin hiring with confidence, and continue the work making @bobaboard's governance independent so we can finally onboard more volunteers and push the project forward.

There's a lot to do (as you can see), and it will take time to realize the full potential of what you've helped us launch. We're incredibly excited to get to work, even more so now that we have some seed (money) to help lighten the load. And with this, we say (a temporary) goodbye.

Thank you everyone who supported us, and thank you everyone who's been at our side all along, and everyone who is joining our journey for the first time.

Looking forward to the future, The FujoCoded LLC Team

[soul-dwelling]

Regarding the last post, and not that anyone asked me, but, hey, I've been on this blog long enough that I'd feel awkward if I didn't say something about the recent news:

This is also why this weekend's obnoxious "OMG we are so going to get a reboot!!1" conjectures piss me off.

Beyond how much Fire Force has flat-out ruined a lot of Soul Eater for me--

(But that's on me: I can debate whether Fire Force in fact ruined Soul Eater, but for me, yeah, Fire Force ruined a lot about what I enjoyed about Soul Eater, albeit not really ruined the initial experience reading and watching it, and certainly not the fandom experience I had years ago.)

--beyond how it ruined Soul Eater, I just see this monkey's paw problem coming. And I have ranted so much about this monkey's paw problem that I really hate getting into it again, because I have nothing new to say that I haven't said already on this same blog repeatedly. Y'all wanted a reboot or a continuation so badly? Well, enjoy seeing the worst parts of the manga finally getting animated (which, again, looks worse after Fire Force, given that now nothing stands in the way of Ohkubo being horny-in-animation because no editor and no animation studio stopped him with Fire Force). And enjoy the lackluster tie-in to Fire Force, a manga that single-handedly took so much of the creativity of Soul Eater and flushed it down the toilet to be a shoddy prequel that erases so many more fascinating ways you could have set up the Soul Eater world but didn't.

"It was our world all along!" Oh, fuck off.

Like, I have wanted to not post this, and I make sure not to tag this stuff in the #SoulEater tag on social media, because who wants someone raining on their parade. But I just can't stand this fixation on getting that reboot, because Fire Force just soured me on this entire experience.

I don't want this to sound like nostalgia rose-tinted goggles: "Ugh, you like Fire Force? I'm a person of culture, I enjoy classic works--like 2003's Soul Eater." That'd be pretty obnoxious, and I hope I'd be a little better than that. I can admit what didn't work in Soul Eater.

The original anime had its own flaws. For example, the Arachnophobia vs DWMA arc divides its attention so much between Maka, Kid, and Black Star so that, while Black Star's narrative feels like it makes real progress, it is diluted by how all of these stories are spread out. And Soul in the anime acts unnecessarily dickish towards Maka, whereas in the corresponding manga chapters he was supporting Maka without being intrusive. And of course Maka suddenly manifesting weapon powers and winning with the punch of courage, even if this many years later we can debate the merits to these choices, were divisive then and still remain controversial because of how abrupt it all feels.

And it's not as if Fire Force created flaws that weren't already there in the original Soul Eater and NOT mangas, in particular how the plots for both series sometimes feel they are just spinning their wheels without progressing characterization or plot, especially around the Sky Whale chapter and pretty much all of NOT.

But it is hard for me to get as excited as other people are over just two pieces of recent news that they are so desperate to read as proof a reboot is coming when, no, even if this is testing the waters for a reboot, the first goal is to just make more money off of our nostalgia for Soul Eater.

Yes, BONES coming out with 15th anniversary merchandise surprised me--but that is primarily just to generate new art they can put cheaply onto cheap raw materials (shirts and maybe tote bags and keychains?) and secondarily to test the waters for a reboot.

Yes, I am really surprised the companies involved negotiated to put Soul Eater stuff into a dull-looking Fire Force mobile game (...that was mean, but, jeez, I thought Fire Force looked uniform and boring already, making it a mobile game looks even worse--at least BONES and other companies made more varied artwork for the Bungo Stray Dogs game, and that is a simple drag-and-aim marble shooter, much less complicated gameplay than the Fire Force game). Sure, maybe that is testing the waters for a reboot, or winking at the audience to anticipate what they already know is coming at the end of the Fire Force anime. But this seems like crass "let's tap into people's Soul Eater nostalgia to get more downloads for our game."

And that's what really pisses me off about all of this. Don't get me wrong, this news has gotten a lot of attention on the shitty bird app, and I expect the shitty bird app has a bigger imprint online than Tumblr does. But I can go through Tumblr every day and see people adding more and more Soul Eater content. I see a fandom that, even if the frequency of posts is less, is still thriving. I don't see that with Fire Force.

I see this news--"OMG, new merch and a collaboration for the mobile game!"--as these flashes-in-the-pan that spur a ton of reactions to trend on the shitty bird app--then, crickets, things die down, no one talks about it for months. It's not a consistent engagement. Maybe that works from an economic standpoint: you sell a lot of merch all at once, then things die off, whereas fandom work is ongoing but also not making the creators any more money. But it is also why I find Soul Eater more endearing: at least people keep making stuff based on it, I rarely come across Fire Force stuff (and it's not like I don't look for it: I may despise how that series ended, but I still want to see how fan creators mostly improve upon what is wrong with that series).

So, TL, DR: I don't dispute that these two pieces of news are to test the waters to see whether an audience would be into a reboot. I find it surprising to get these both at the same time. I'm not disputing whether this can or can't lead to a reboot being announced. But Jesus Christ, calm down, this is just content to get you to buy more stuff, and it's content to prop up a lackluster Fire Force, and it just reinforces how much I hate how it seems like Fire Force depended so much on Soul Eater for nostalgia factor instead of standing on its own as a story.

[millenniumdueled]

A package arrives, inside the cardboard box is another box, this one wrapped in a pretty, holographic wrapping paper that shines beneath dozens of doodles of yugi and his his partner and friends. Inside the present is a ton of tissue paper, all glittery and decorated with confetti.

The contents are:

A black t shirt with the sleeves clipped up, the front printed with a graphic of BunnyBee in a dark magician girl costume

Several phone pics that have been printed on the classic polaroid prints, each a picture of Yugi and Honey from their times hanging out

A selection of hair care products and a note on how and when to use them

A selection of high quality, water/smudge proof eye liner in a variety of colors

And a pair of newly released chunky boots with all hell of buckles and studs

There's also a note at the bottom that reads, "surprise!!!!! im totally bad abt like giving gifts immediately so like, i totes arranged this 2 b delivered on ur birthday, so like i totally hope it like, isn't late or i didn't spoil the surprise lololol. but shyeah i hope like, ur day is totally fabulous and unless i supes messed up my days and am busy 4 some reason, i should b free if u wanna come visit <3 i love u a ton and happy birthday!!!!!"

"just a minute!! i gotta grab something real quick!!" Yugi calls over his shoulder as he runs up the stairs to his attic room. Downstairs, so many of his friends mingle and chat, enjoying the tail end of today's hotpot party before the more fashionable of them excuse themselves to get home and dressed for clubbing later.

The unassuming package on his desk catches his eye, and for a moment, Yugi is hit with curious excitement. Another gift from a tumblr friend? Don't mind if he does!

But as he opens the plain cardboard box, he's met with a more colorful package that makes his stomach drop. He pauses as he appreciates every doodle more than the last. This time, he's so careful as he removes the paper, cursing when his shaking hands betray him and rip even just a tiny tear.

Every one of the contents he removes makes his chest ache. His missing friend smiles up at him from the photos, and his runs his fingers over her image. Even the shirt bares her visage, and in a moment of weakness he hugs the garment, presses his nose against the cloth, hoping to breathe in some hint of her.

But it's the note that really breaks him. He sucks in a sharp sob of a breath as he reads the words over and over and over. Tears sting at his eyes. God, what he wouldn't give to see her now. To hear her laughing downstairs with the rest of his friends.

His name is called from somewhere far away, pulling him from his thoughts, reminding him there's still partying to do. He takes a moment to press his lips against the kiss mark staining the page before he carefully sets the note back into the box, along with the carefully folded wrapping paper.

Now isn't the time to break down crying. It's his birthday, and he has people to keep happy and entertained. For now, he has to set the letter aside, to be strong for their sake, to keep the pain in his heart Silent. He wipes his eyes with the back of his hand and puts on a big smile before bouncing back down the stairs.

[linooluvr]

𖥻𖥻 - attention !!

pairing - professor!bangchan x student!reader

genre - fluff, smut minors, dni.

contents - reader is referred to as she/her, explicit language, pet names [pretty, baby, doll, princess, sweetheart] mutual pining, power imbalance [not explicitly written], age gap [5 years, everyone is of age!]

wc - 2.6k + 2 screenshots

warnings - female anatomy, fingering [f. receiving], oral [f. receiving], piv, protected sex, breeding kink if you squint, also a slight corruption kink, reader calls bang chan; mr. bang, chris, & sir [i think that's all???]

notes - this is extremely self indulgent (and my first time writing smut) don't mind me :D btw i don't condone this irl! this is purely fantasy. undercase is intentional. not proof read

chris tried to keep his staring to a minimum, but it was extremely difficult. you decided to come to class in a short, flowy skirt and a matching blouse that showed your cleavage off just enough to still be appropriate for uni. your goal today was to finally make a move on mr. bang, your professor. you waited until a friday rolled around so in case things didn’t go your way, you wouldn’t have to deal with the embarrassment of seeing him the next day.

you two have always had an obvious attraction to each other. not obvious enough to draw attention, but more than obvious to each other. you’d come into class early just to have a small chat with him before the lecture started. he’d seem to enjoy your company; always happy and open when you two were alone and he would leave his classroom door cracked so you would know you’re welcome in. you’ve developed a crush on him to say the least, exiting his class with a fluttering heart and sodden panties just from your casual conversations.

twelve minutes. just twelve minutes until your peers begin to pour out of the lecture hall and you'd be all alone with chris. your heart is pounding, nerves and excitement flooding your veins. you occupy yourself with your phone so time seems to pass quicker. your confidence dissipates as the minutes count down but you decide to stick to your plan. you pull your phone out to open the group chat with your closest friends to help calm your nerves.

before you get the chance to respond, you hear chris dismissing the class. people get up at their own paces, tidying their space up before leaving. you watch as each of your peers leave one by one. you pretend to busy yourself with packing to not look suspicious to chris or your fellow classmates. you watch as the last person exits the lecture hall and silence fills the now practically empty room. you grab your black tote bag and stand, shakily walking over to chris's desk.

"good afternoon, mr. bang" you say shyly, unsure if your presence is currently welcome or not.

"good afternoon y/n." chris says with a smile. "you know you can call me chris, right?"

"y-yes, yes i know. i'm just. i don't know. nervous, i guess?" chris looks at you with a small head tilt, slightly confused and concerned by your nerves. he watches as you place your tote on the floor and rest against his desk.

"nervous? do you know why?" he asks looking up at you. your heart clenches at his words, not exactly knowing how to respond. you think and begin to realise feigning confidence is the best way to go about this.

"because of you" you say, not exactly sure how he'd react. you see one of his eyebrows raise for a second but he regains his composure.

"me? why? oh shit, i didn't do anything to make you uncomfortable, did i?" he asks as he gets up from his chair and stands in front of you, concern overtaking his features.

"no! no no, you didn't, it's just.. okay." you say before taking in and releasing a deep breath "so. i just wanted to know if… you were single?" you ask as you look up into his questioning eyes. the inquiry seems to calm his nerves as concern leaves his face and is replaced by a soft smile.

"why? who's asking, hmm?" he hums as he inches towards you.

"chris, don't tease okay?" you whine with a pout, but his answer seems to lean towards him being single.

"oh i'm not teasing, just curious. would the person asking happen to be the pretty girl standing in front of me?" he asks, his confidence growing when he notices how you react to his words; face flushed and cheeks tinted red as you nibble on your bottom lip.

"yes, i'm asking" you look away as he seems to be getting closer and closer, his cologne beginning to waft towards you. he chuckles deeply as he takes his hand and places it on your waist softly, giving you an option to push him away.

"and why are you asking?" chris asks looking down at you "is it maybe because… you want me y/n?" you look back up into his darkening eyes and nod slowly. his touch sets you ablaze and his gaze melts you from your heart to your core. "oh, so is that why you dressed so pretty today? trying to get my attention, baby?" you nod and this gives chris the green light to continue his teasing, his hand now softly gripping your waist as his unoccupied one reaches up to gently take your chin between his index finger and thumb, tilting your face up when you take a moment to respond to him. "i asked you a question, pretty"

"yes, you're why i dressed up. wanted your attention" your voice already seems to be softer than usual and chris takes note of that.

"but you already had it, baby. you just needed to ask" chris speaks softly as he searches deep into your eyes, already seeing how they're hazy and clouded with lust.

"can i kiss you, doll?" chris whispers, your faces mere inches apart. you whimper and nod rapidly, eliciting a deep chuckle out of chris before he closes the gap between you two. his kiss is so soft and tender, it makes your head spin. you bring your hands up to wrap around his shoulders as the kiss deepens slowly, the action causing your chests to press together.

"chris" your voice trails off into a breathy moan as chris deepens the kiss, his hands exploring the curves of your body with hungry desire. you feel his lips trail down from yours to your neck, igniting a trail of fire wherever they touch. with each kiss and caress, your inhibitions melt away, replaced by a primal need for him. small whines leave your slightly parted lips as he begins to suck small marks into the smooth skin of your heated neck. your hands thread into his hair and give a slight tug, eliciting a soft, muffled moan from him.

chris’s hands roam lower, teasing the hem of your skirt before sliding underneath, sending shivers up your spine. you gasp as his fingers dance along the sensitive skin of your upper thighs, slowly inching closer to your aching core.

"chris," you whisper again, this time with a hint of urgency, your fingers continuing to tangle in his hair as you pull him closer. his name coming from your lips in such a desperate manner only makes him crave you more. you plea for more of him, the passion that simmers between the two of you growing.

he responds with a low groan of his own, his desire mirroring yours as he lifts you by your hips and spins you two around, setting you on the cool surface, making you keen as it hits your heated skin. with a hunger that borders on desperation, you arch into him as he slots himself between your thighs. your clothed cores press together softly causing you both to groan suddenly. you feel him against you, his thick length pressing into your clothed cunt and it drives you to start begging, needing more and more of him by the second.

“chris, chris please. i want you so bad, please. can you please take me, sir?” you say in a soft, sweet voice as he rises from your neck to look down into your almost teary eyes. your words cause him to stifle groan but nod all the less. he pulls you into a deep kiss before responding.

“yeah pretty? you want me to fuck you right here? on my desk?” chan asks with a grunt, his voice causing you to cant your hips into his. he pulls you into another kiss, his hand caressing the back of your neck. “let’s. my office. we can’t stay here.” chris grunts between heated kisses. you simply nod, not wanting your lips to part. he pulls away and plants one last peck before lifting you by your hips again and placing you on wobbly legs back onto the floor.

"yes, yes we can. that was your last class today. j-just lock the door, please sir. i need you so bad" you whine out, hands still tangled in his hair as he leans down to suck a dark mark into your neck. he hums against you, pulling away to quickly make sure his door is locked. he makes his way back to you, watching as you take it upon yourself to pull your shirt off. you, sitting pretty on his desk, wearing nothing but that slutty skirt and a black, lace bralette flips a switch in him.

"god, you're pretty" chris says, his hands now gripping your hips as you lean up to wrap your arms around his neck. he leans down to kiss you again, this time softer and more sensual and you can't help but keen into it, lightly scratching his scalp. the kiss quickly heats up again, both of you rutting against each other as you moan into the now sloppy kiss.

"need to taste you baby" chris groans against your lips, pulling away from the kiss to peck his way down your neck and chest, stopping at your breasts. you both groan as he licks your bud through the thin fabric of your bralette and brings his hand up to cradle your other breast, massaging your nipple through the fabric. you moan and throw your head back at the feeling.

"m-more.. please give me more, chris" you whimper out, feeling him give in and kiss his way down to your skirt, going past it and kissing up your thighs before bringing them to rest over his shoulders. he kisses your clit through your sodden panties, scooting back slightly so he's able to tear them off your body in one swift motion. he stares at your drooling cunt, his mouth practically watering before he dives in.

"oh- oh god-" you whine, cutting yourself off with sharp gasps as he laves at your pussy. you tangle your fingers in his hair again, tugging each time he hits the perfect pace. he groans into your cunt, continuing to lap it you as he brings one hand up, caressing your folds before slipping his finger in. you can't help but clench around him, his finger setting a quick, deep pace. his other hand comes up to play with your breast again, rubbing his thumb over the bud while you writhe and buck your hips into his face.

"chris- ngghhh chris i'm close" you say softly, making sure to keep the volume of your moans low. he hums into your cunt, adding another finger and lapping rhythmically at your clit as he looks up past the hem of your skirt to stare straight into your sultry eyes. his look alone sends you over the edge, his ministrations slowing but still guiding you through your orgasm as your moans come to a halt. you gasp and your thighs shake around his head while he moans into your cunt, white hot waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

chris stands back up after your aftershocks clam down and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. "my god, you're divine princess" he whispers before crashing his mouth into yours, your mouth already open from the silent cries you've been letting out. you moan into the kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. you hear the sound of chris unbuckling his belt, pushing his slacks down before breaking the kiss. you look down to see him polishing his fucking thick cock and moan at the sight. "can i fuck you, sweetheart?" he asks, you gaze shooting back up to his face at his words

"yes, yes please chris. need you to fuck me, p-please" you beg, desperation apparent. he chuckles, reaching into his briefcase pocket to pull out a condom.

"no need to beg, baby. i want this just as much as you" he says softly, moving to kiss you gently before pulling away to ask "can you stand, baby? want you bent over the desk, yeah?" you nod with a small smile, lifting yourself off of his desk to lean over it, wiggling your hips back to entice him. he hums before carefully ripping the condom open and smoothing it down his cock. you look over your shoulder, eyes wide at the sheer size of him and he chuckles again. he moves his hand to play with the hem of your skirt before asking “can we keep this on baby? wanna fuck you in your pretty skirt.” you nod, muttering a soft 'yes' and feel him hiking it up slightly. "so pretty" he softly mutters.

"'s big" you say dumbly, feeling him line his tip up with your entrance. you look back up into his eyes, grasping the edges of his desk as he slowly pushes into you. your eyes screw shut at the intrusion, the stretch delicious as a soft moan falls from your lips. chris isn't faring any better, his eyes rolling back as he bottoms out, letting out a rough groan. "fuck-" you whimper

"s big baby?" he mocks "aww poor thing. i know you can take it, can’t you?" he asks, his voice gravely from arousal. he tentatively grinds his hips into yours, both of you making soft noises at the feeling. "tight fuckin' cunt, princess." chris groans out before leaning over your back, placing soft kisses on your shoulder as his hips pick up the pace rapidly. your eyes roll back at the pounding you receive, the only sounds in his lecture hall being sinful moans and skin slapping together. he groans into the crook of your neck before lifting himself back up, his hands grasping your hips before he uses the leverage to fuck you back onto his cock.

"fuck, chris" you softly moan out, trying your best to keep your voice down. he pistons into you with earnest, his grunts and pants going straight to your core. you subconsciously clench around him, his pace faltering for a moment.

"baby, you can't do that. i'll cum too early if you keep tightening your pretty pussy" he groans, leaning slightly over you and placing a hand on your lower back to arch it slightly more. he stares down at the view of your cunt swallowing his length and knows he won't last. he leans back down over you, bringing a hand down to massage your clit. you moan out again, trying your best not to cry out at the feeling.

"chris! please, please i'm so close" you beg, unsure what you're even begging for. he grunts and doubles his efforts, both of your bodies almost slick with sweat.

"that's it baby, need you to cum all over my cock, yeah? make your cunt all sloppy for me. make a fuckin' mess" chris groans out against the back of your neck. his words push you over the edge, you slapping a hand over your mouth as you milk his cock. "gonna cum. gonna keep your pretty pussy full of me for fuckin' weeks" you hear chris practically growling behind you but can't make out his words, pure bliss shutting your brain off. you feel his thrusts get sloppier and he groans before trusting one, two, three times, stilling and groaning as he spills his load into the condom. he collapses behind you, slightly crushing you with his weight as he peppers soft, sweet kisses across your back and down your spine. "so so good, baby. you did so good for me"

"c-chris" you groan out "can't. breathe." you hear him chuckle behind you, muttering a quick apology before standing up and slowly sliding his softening cock out of your spent core. you both moan softly at the feeling. he holds the condom at the base while he slides it off, tying it off and throwing it in the bin under his desk. "so... guess you're glad i got your attention?"

notes - did i end this with a corny line? yes i did 🙂‍↕️ thank you to anyone who reads! like i’ve said, feedback is appreciated! positive or negative. if i can improve in any way i’d love to know! tysm for reading again ^^

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[readthisyeah]

February 25th, 2023.

I look old and fat in the face. 

I want a brain chip in my skull that records what I whisper out loud, while living. eliminate keyboard. I want masseter botox.  

My walk from the laundromat to home. All the African men with suitcases. Black faces, white teeth, and friends. The Hispanic men swing crates and haul bags of concrete and bulk produce, blurry, desperate for approval. The white men carry tote bags and a leash.

Three green trash bags. 

Instead of recording more of my walk, I will do a close read of my own writing; 

My walk from the laundromat to home. All the African men with suitcases. Black faces, white teeth, and friends. The Hispanic men swing crates and haul bags of concrete and bulk produce, blurry, desperate for approval. The white men carry tote bags and a leash.

Analysis; The speaker is racist. Noticing everything in implicit bias. However, cliches are cliche for a reason, universally acknowledged as disappointing because true. 

African men with suitcases imply the speaker is noticing a group of arrivals. Vagabond or gypsy behaviors, loitering with belongings, can be deduced to the perception of ‘willing to make trades for shelter and/or necessities’. The author's choice to ensure the reader knows this race has ‘friends’, especially as Quinn presents all other groups solitary in her world, implies that the African men have a stronger community than the Latin and White men. Therefore, this group also has resources and power within their community. Black skin vs White teeth indicates the speaker’s interest in contrast. 

Describing the Latin men as carrying supplies, the author illustrates the group as laborers, documenting the race for gathering assets individually. The speaker’s choice to describe Latin men as blurry reiterates the notion of speedy foraging. Because the speaker is a white female, speaking in stream of conscious, we can infer Quinn’s use of “desperate for approval” is a bias, a sentiment, with the following action(s) being a catalyst; an interaction where 'the other' uses perceived admiration as the persuasive tool to sway the speaker into handing over supplies, whether these be tangible assets or intangible goodwill. 

Choosing to end the race observation with white men, carrying tote bags and a leash, Quinn infers that the white men have the least concern, or sense of urgency, acquiring capital. A leash implies control, and with the assumption of a dog attached, this group possesses idle hours and pays for companionship. Tote bags have extremely low utility, a point exaggerated when compared to the materials carried by the previous Races of Men. The white men, with their lack of tools, seem to be in motion for the purpose of leisure. Unlike the African Black men and Latin Brown men, the colonizers do not need to take immediate action for survival. 

The speaker observes stereotypes. Her observations are not unique, and it could be argued they’re not even her own– simply versions of media and kindred influence, programming her with data. 

The tone of this piece is hopelessness and it’s not very good writing. 

Quinn’s piece seems to be asking, are thoughts what we are or are we our actions? There is no proof that the speaker antagonizes races even as she records her own prejudices. How is this piece beneficial for society as a whole? The sentences are blunt and unapologetically ignorant, which could be the speaker's way of acknowledging a frantic need to tell the truth in a world that continually ignores immorality. We don’t label those who want to molest children but don't, pedophiles. We condemn people by their actions, not their beliefs. Are you a hero if you admit you wanted to shoot up a school but didn't? For safety reasons, should the identity of sinners that struggle in the journey of infinite resistance be public knowledge? What kind of shame is progressive? The question should be what kind of policing aids in world peace? If technology continues to progress, are we as the human species capable of accepting, and affording patience, to the apparent and prominent wickedness in others? Do we have enough resources to help the sick? Or is it easier to murder everyone we don’t like?

[rosettevaleria]

Target Practice

OOC: TW for abuse below the cut. Alistair got angry. Furthering some shadow/personal plot that’s rolling out gradually. Don’t read if it bothers you -- be well, friends. <3

Her calves burned as she ran headlong down the stone pathway in the Goblet, eyes trained on the rooftop of her childhood home as she picked up her pace and her lungs gulped in air. Panic made her forget how to breathe whilst running, fear caused the sweat that trickled down her back and face to be cold even while she sprinted through the blistering midday heat. Her hat was forgotten at home, some strands of her ebony hair clinging to her face and neck while the majority of it flew about her with her hurried pace.

She had barely let the messenger finish his summons when she bolted out the door when word was delivered of her younger sister being attacked in the street. Her mind reeled as she picked up her pace, unable to comprehend why anyone would want to hurt the sweet-tempered novice Conjurer. Myrriah was incapable of harming anything, person or bug, and she would go out of her way to help anyone in need. Why hadn’t she had one of the Valeria retainers escorting her?

Rosette had little time to further contemplate such things as she reached the door of her mother’s household, opening it with a quick twist and she stumbled inside. She panted harshly as she slammed the door behind her, calling out breathlessly in the foyer. “Mother!?” She pushed a hand through her hair, brushing the strands back as she started for the stairs. “Myrriah!?”

The sound of a door closing and footsteps against the marble floor could be heard, Alistair appearing around the corner as she was halfway up the stairs and she continued upward. “Alistair,” She reached the top of the stairs, starting toward him. “What happened? Where is she?”

It was only when he said nothing that she paused, taking in his countenance. She inhaled sharply and her mouth opened, barely having enough time to brace herself as her brother reached her. His hands grasped her shoulders, fingers biting into her skin, and he spun Rose to slam her against the wall. The breath was knocked from her already winded lungs, her head smacking against the wallpapered covered plaster and her vision swam briefly. She couldn’t tell if it was from hitting her head or a lack of air in her lungs.

Above the ringing in her ears, she could hear Alistair all but snarling at her. “You little bitch,” He pulled her back and slammed her against the wall again, causing her to cough. “This is your fault!”

Rose grimaced harshly, wheezing as she looked up at her enraged brother. His face was flushed red, his jaw tight, and his pupils were mere pinpoints in the teal irises that mirrored her own. “Wh-What?” She looked up at him, eyes wide and then some of her own anger started to rise. 

She pushed him off of her, leaning back against the wall and holding her right shoulder where he had been gripping her. “How the hell is it my fault!?”

Alistair ran his hands through his hair, looking as if he was about to rip it from his scalp as he began pacing the floor in front of her. “She was targeted,” He snarled, seeming to attempt to reign in his temper. “Myrriah doesn’t remember much before they knocked her unconscious, but they were asking her about you. About your whereabouts!”

Rosette felt her blood run cold, shock ripping into her as she leaned back against the wall for support. Her shoulders and back protested, but the adrenaline that spiked through her system dulled it as she regarded the patriarch of their family. He continued to pace like a caged tiger, his nostrils flaring in his attempt to regain control. His rage was damn near murderous and Rose knew she was the target.

“What, exactly, did they say?” She asked softly, finally regaining her breath and wariness crept into her. She knew that she would have to mind her words carefully, lest he turn to beat on her again. The skin prickled at the back of her neck, as it was wont to do with major aether fluctuations -- Alistair was hair-triggered.

“She cannot recall completely!” He snapped at her, causing her to shrink back against the wall. “Damn you, Rosette, I told you to handle your shit. If you hadn’t defied me, then none of this would be an issue!”

“I separated from House Valeria Imports because of what happened with Amarelle and your bullshit about endangering the family--” 

The back of his hand cracked across her face and her head jerked to the side. She remained still for several heartbeats, tasting blood in her mouth and her tongue probed the split on her lower lip where his signet ring had caught her. His words swiftly followed the strike, “And yet, your name will always be linked to the family.” He hissed softly.

He pinched her chin between his thumb and forefinger, jerking her face around so that he could meet her gaze. “You may be out and about with that fucking mockery of an airship crew, as well as attempting to prosper on your own. Do remember, little sister, that our family will always be targets because of your fuck ups.” He grasped her shoulder with his free hand, shaking her to emphasize his words. “Whomever you cross will know exactly where to look for weaknesses. They will know how to lay you low even when you operate separately from our family’s business. That’s what Father and I struggled to protect you from for years!”

Alistair let go of her chin and slammed his fist into the wall next to her head, causing Rose to jump and cringe away, her eyes closing tightly. She heard some of the plaster fall from where he had slammed his fist into the wall and felt his aether retreat. She finally felt him move away, tremors starting to over take her and her knees weakened, giving way and causing her to slide down the wall to land in an undignified heap.

When she finally opened her eyes to look up at him, he was regarding her coldly and a sneer twisted his visage. “Yet you spit in the face of all of our hard work. You continually defied him and still defy me.” He shook his head and turned from her, starting a few paces down the hall. His shoulders lifted as he inhaled deeply, then slowly exhaled and he squared them. His voice was cool and clam when he spoke next, “When Myrriah is well, I’m sending her to Gridania and into the Conjurer’s Guild custody. You will sever all contact with her; do not attempt to communicate with her or I will be informed. Should you make any attempts...”

Alistair looked over his shoulder at Rosette as he let the threat hang in the air, finding her staring at the floor and wiping blood from her lip. “Am I clear, Rosette?”

She cleared her throat and rasped, “As a bell.”

“Good,” The eldest Valeria offspring turned away. “You know where the door is. You may see yourself out.” He started to walk down the hall once more to return from whence he came.

“Can I...at least see her before I go?” She asked softly, a slightly desperate note to her voice. She looked toward Alistair’s back as he stopped.

“The healer sedated her and she will likely sleep through the night. He thought it best in light of her trauma. I will not have her disturbed.” He looked over his shoulder to regard her coldly. “Get out, Rosette.” He disappeared around the corner.

She got to her feet slowly, shakily making her way down the stairs and out the front door. Rosette made it halfway home before she ducked into one of the many small sitting areas stationed throughout the residential district of the Goblet. Tears obscured her vision as she sank down on a stone bench, her head falling into her palms, and she choked back the sobs that threatened to break free.

[nolspreid]

Jonah Simms relationship hc's time cause i love him, he's criminally underrated (so is the show superstore it's amazing) and i have so many hc's (might be ooc but who cares really)

(also didn't proof read once again, sorry for the mistakes and bad grammar im borderline illiterate sometimes)

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as friends

as the show already established, the man starves appreciation and approval, which he will eventually get from you after many failed attempts at breaking the ice.

after you start spending time with him, you discover that he's kind, gentle, always willing and eager to help. at first it's a bit unnerving cause it's not common to meet people like that (plus he can be a little too naive and delusional sometimes) but you eventually get used to it. you even come to really appreciate it. you find it cute the way he sometimes stutters and fumbles over his words when explaining concepts and ideas. his clumsiness and tendency to dig his grave in basically every conversation is really funny to witness.

every time you need help with anything, he's always breaking his back and doing his best to fulfill your needs. he gives you lifts when you need to go somewhere far away, if he notices that you haven't eaten in a while (which happens quite often), he will either save you a piece of whatever he's eating or will go to the extent of buying you something to eat etc...

in return for all his kindness, you started doing the same thing for him. helping him, listening to his little rants about dubious health articles or obscure foreign films and whatnot, just making sure that he's okay. when he first noticed the slow shift in your behavior, he thought that it was really sweet of you.

you both became really devoted and committed to the (for now) platonic friendship overtime. you called each other very often, you hung out all the time in the store and then outside, you knew basically everything about each other atp. you enjoyed one another's company very much.

when everything changed

he fell for you first. he always found you beautiful, like, ever since he saw you for the first time but he didn't think too much about it - or rather tried to - until you guys went to the movies one day. it was one of your first hangout outside the store and in the middle of the day. usually you guys went places after your shifts so you were both relatively tired and not really dressed to the max. but this time was different. you agreed to meet each other in front of the movie theater in the early afternoon. you hadn't had an occasion to dress up in a while so you decided to do so today. you put on a little bit of makeup and your favorite floral dress with some white sneakers and your tote bag. you arrived a bit after him and when he saw you, something inside of him set up on fire. it was like he was seeing you again for the first time. all he could say was "wow. you look great !" or "you really look beautiful" and he did so while looking at you straight in the eyes. ever since that moment, he became more aware of you, of your presence and of your closeness. he now noticed all the little and subtle touches and glances you guys exchanged. he became flustered at every time you brushed past him or took his hand.

at first, he didn't want to believe it but when you hug him one time at the end of the day for a thing that he helped you with, it hit him. he liked since day one. he was only lying to himself all this time.

that realisation was painful but also eye-opening. all those times when he looked at you when you were doing something else or smiling at him and when felt funny inside, he could finally put a name on it. it was admiration and love.

for you it came later, but hit you just as hard. it happened while you guys were hiding in the back to take a little break from a hot day of work. you noticed how he was fidgeting and playing with his hands and fingers. you remembered that he always did and that it was one of the first things you noticed about him. oftentimes you openly stared at his hands and fingers while he was talking to you and moving them. you found them absolutely fascinating and also, pretty. so this day, you decided to tell him. you told him you liked what he was doing with his hands all the time and that you found them really pretty. that's when he looked up at you, with an almost earnest face and a strange light was dancing in his eyes. you didn't know if it was happiness, confusion or something else but it caught your attention. he held up his gaze and looked straight into your eyes, you felt like he was undressing you or rather looked inside of you. that's when you took the opportunity to study the fine features of his face, the deep hazel of his eyes and the plumpiness of his lips. he really is pretty, you thought. there was a few seconds of silence, during which you could feel the tension building up between the two of you. "really ?" he finally answered, his voice surprisingly more sultry than usual and a faint blush making it's appearance on his cheeks and ears, or so you thought. you simply nodded yes, too focused on him to talk. "well, thank you." he just answered before turning his back to you and leaving you rather dumbfounded. what happened was almost surreal to you.

and just like him, ever since, you became aware of his presence and of his closeness. it was like your whole world had collapsed and you now saw him as someone that you wanted. someone whose beauty and attractiveness cause your body to react.

living together

when the tornado hit and he lost his home, you immediately asked him if he wanted to live with you. your apparemment was rather spacious, you could use a little help with the rent and above all else, you couldn't leave him to live in a trailer with an insufferable neighbor when you had the possibility to help him. at first, he didn't want to move in with you, because of his growing feelings for you which made him scared of ruining your friendship and thus losing you. he also didn't want to impose.

you thought it was adorable that he worried about such things when his situation was so difficult. you assured him that he wouldn't impose at all, that he was not a burden despite him seemingly thinking so, and that it would be your pleasure to help him after all that he's done for you. that's when he finally gave in and moved in with you.

at first, it was a bit awkward, especially with your feelings for him and everything. you made sure to avoid any contact, because you feared the same thing as him. you didn't want to lose him and since you were sure that your feelings weren't reciprocated, you limited physical interaction.

jonah did the same and honestly, it hurt him a bit. even if you guys were talking and laughing as usual, he missed the touch of your skin on his and the shivers it sent down his spine everytime.

aside from that, you guys lived well together. you had a cleaning and grocery buying planning. he always insisted on cooking and basically doing everything to make your life easier. when he did so, it would put a huge smile on his face which would cause the same to you. seeing him so happy made you feel all kinds of warm inside.

first kiss

it happened on a random evening. you guys were exhausted after working all day and decided to watch a movie before going to bed. it was a long german movie with an incomprehensible plot, just like jonah liked them. during the film, while he was focused on what was happening on the screen, you were mostly in your thoughts. you were debating whether or not confessing to him today, which btw, you wouldn't have been thinking if you hadn't had a little beer at the end of your shift. it was the end of the week, and you were feeling adventurous, and also a but tired of keeping your feelings to yourself while he was literally living in your apartment. you had had enough of it. everything reminded you of him and his lingering coconut and fresh linen scent was everywhere. you couldn't avoid him so you decided to get on with it.

so you put your head on his shoulder.you couldn't feel it but he shivered at your touch against him. he carefully adverted his eyes to your eyes, confused and also a bit happy. since he couldn't see them, he assumed that you were sleeping hence why you inadvertently touched him, after all this time. tbh, he missed it.

when the film ended, as he was about to grab the remote to turn off the tv, you called his name. he realised that you weren't sleeping at all and turned his head to you.

"can i tell you something ?" you stared right in his eyes, determined to get this over with. even if you knew that he would for sure tell that he didn't feel the same and that it would be super awkward afterwards, you weren't going to stop.

"yeah, sure. go ahead."

"this isn't easy for me to say, and it took me some time to admit but... i think i like you."

his eyes widened and his mouth slightly opened. he was shocked. you went on.

"i realized it a few months ago and i didn't want to tell you because i was afraid it would ruin our relationship." you began to explain with tears forming in your eyes. you didn't think it would be this hard to be honest with him and you had started to get overwhelmed. "but yeah the thing is, i really really like you, jonah. and i know that you probably don't feel the same and that im making everything super awkward but-"

that's when he shut you up with a kiss. it was sweet, gentle, almost innocent. his hands were cupping your face and touching your burning cheeks while his lips chastely planted themselves onto yours. after a few milliseconds of shock where you were processing what just happened, you closed your eyes, savouring the moment.

then he pulled back and looked at your teary eyes in between his hands.

"i like you too, you know. i have for quite some time now."

and that had been the official beginning of your relationship.

[eisforeidolon]

I made the mistake of reading some cockles blogs and now I wonder where do these people come up with their delusions. Jensen is not important unless Misha is involved somehow which continues to bother me. They keep assigning a lifestyle and sexuality to Jensen which he has not even acknowledged and they feel it is okay to spout their fantasies as truth. I have no serious issues with Misha but sometimes I wish he would vanish from the spn fandom and take those crazies with him.

At the end of the day, it's a self-perpetuating conspiracy theory. They start from taking something actually real - Jensen and Misha are work friends - and then scrutinizing it to an absurd degree and projecting what they want to see all over it. Might even be innocent enough at first, like jokingly asking, but what if ... Except for some it turns serious and anything they can interpret as validating their theory becomes actual proof of said theory. Aha! They smiled at each other, who smiles at a work friend like that!? With each new instance of what is bizarre, baseless projection and speculation to everyone else, they convince themselves they're amassing a mountain of proof. Aha! They held hands in a photo op like I asked them to! All my previous assumptions must be valid! Which only builds off itself that much more when you plunk them down in an echo chamber of fellow conspiracy theorists coming up with their own "proof" and telling each other how smart they are for seeing The Real Truth™.

Which is very much also what they did with the ship in the show, and why they were so flabbergasted it wasn't endgame. Except it's even more ridiculous to do with real life, because with the characters the audience sees at least the majority of their lives directly to reintepret, but with the actors? We see a tiny fraction of what they choose to show in public. Which is how you get cockless shippers claiming that the lack of time they spend together and how far away they live from each other is just further proof of how desperate they are to hide their totes real twue lurve! Of course, the worst of it is when you get the really hardcore conspiracy theorists who start trying to take it upon themselves to make the actors "come out", by shoving it in the actors' faces - in person or virtually - that "they know" what's really going on, so they need to just go public for their own good.

At that point, believing in the conspiracy isn't just an obsession, it starts to become part of their personality. EVERYTHING is a clue to how Misha and Jensen must secretly be together, so it's impossible to mention Jensen without making it about Misha. Less so the other way around, because Misha is the one who feeds them. They feel less pressure to MAKE him confess and prove he thinks about nothing but Jensen all day long, because he's already queerbaiting for profit "on their side".

The thing is, in a big enough fandom? There are always going to be at least a handful of people that get this fucking weird about shipping. So Misha not leading them on wouldn't have stopped it. Which is not the same thing as saying that Misha feeding into it didn't make it notably worse than it might have otherwise been.

[interlagosed]

Lando said he’s going to the beach after the race…

I BEG of you please write a Carlando beach date fic after todays race🙏🏼

Please please please

*finishes reading about Intoxication in the criminal law, cracks knuckles* Alright anon, you asked for it.

SFW, Carlando, post-Qatar GP.

"Lando..." Carlos began, skepticism - and concern - in his voice. He was eying his fiancé while carrying a tote bag filled with beach essentials. Lando had pushed the bag into his arms before declaring they were going to the beach, and Carlos had to trust that Lando'd packed for two. "I don't know if this is a good idea."

Lando huffed his way alongside Carlos, face flushed red and sweat prickling his forehead. "What do you mean?"

Carlos sighed, casting his eyes heavenward. "I mean, Lando, that you're going to pass out."

Lando laughed, though it didn't come out very convincing. "Carlos, Carlos, Carlos. If I was going to pass out from the heat, surely I already would have done? I was stuck in that goddamn McLaren for two hours."

"That...does not make me feel better. We can go a mall." Actually, that sounded really nice. Carlos eagerly continued, "You know how late these Middle East malls stay open. We could watch a shitty movie." He waggled his eyebrows as he added, "It will be cold and dark."

Carlos could see Lando's resolve briefly waver before he started glaring at Carlos. "No. I want to go to the beach."

Carlos knew when Lando turned into an unmovable force. He sighed, swinging the tote over his shoulder. If the promise and titillation of making out in a movie theater wasn't enough to stir Lando's heartstrings, he really must be dead-set on going to the beach. Besides, Carlos thought, watching Lando's face, he'd had a rough day. Rougher even than Carlos'. So long as he saw Lando happy by the end of the night, Carlos could tolerate whatever idiosyncrasy Lando wanted to throw at him.

As they trudged through the wonderfully cooling sand, Carlos began to feel increasingly suspicious. He'd known Lando long enough to instinctively sense when a plot was being seen through to fruition. But he didn't have any proof other than his own instincts and Lando's doggedness.

For a moment, he wondered if Lando was about to propose. Then he felt stupid; his engagement dog tag was one of the few cooling things on his body at present. Then he wondered if this was about to be a McLaren ambush. But nah, they'd target Charles for that instead. And Daniel didn't seem like he was in the most ambushing mood.

But he needn't have thought too much harder or longer. Carlos eyes widened as Lando led him to a beautiful cabana, richly appointed with Bedouin colors. The entrance flap showed a luxurious interior, with a double beach recliner, several carpets and ottomans, an ice bucket with bottles of something deliciously cold jutting out of it, and multiple, surprisingly beautiful, fans to keep the air flow cool.

Carlos looked over at Lando, unable to hide his surprise. Lando looked smug and embarrassed all at the same time.

"Landito," Carlos exclaimed, delighted. "Is this a date?"

"Maybe," Lando purred, and Carlos felt the promise in Lando's voice down to his toes. "Flap closes for privacy. Told them to leave all the drinks there. Some snacks, too."

Lando moved aside to let Carlos enter the cabana first. Carlos looked around, gaping. He glanced upwards: there was a transparent, plastic cut-out in the cabana roof and a smattering of stars managed to make themselves known despite the light pollution. The moon, a waning gibbous, shone at him bright and beautiful.

He looked over at Lando, bright and beautiful himself at the entrance of the cabana, beginning to look slightly more self-conscious than he had previously. Carlos smiled, setting his tote down and walking slowly towards Lando.

"Do you like it?" Lando asked, and Carlos wanted to give him a noogie for having the audacity to ask.

Carlos reached around Lando, pulling the flap closed. Lando's cheeks flushed an even deeper red; any heat that had caused the blush was entirely internal. Carlos stepped right up to Lando, cupping his cheek, and grinning at him.

"Let me show you how much."

[peachhyychenle]

bloom bloom, heart | h.rj

'bloom bloom pow! the moment i met you, i felt like i'd explode. my heart fluttered. i hope it's not a dream' - bloom bloom, the boyz

pairing: florist!renjun x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 1.6k

for the nostalgic melodies event hosted by @knet-bakery

playlist: bloom bloom the boyz, life still goes on nct dream, dive into you nct dream, cherry kisses chungha

a/n: my first fic for an event!! i hope you all enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it. also,, go check out everyone else that participated in the event!! oh, i also haven't had the time to proof-read this so, sorry lmao.

summary: flowers held many different meanings, and renjun loved that. from giving someone a baby's breath to giving them peonies, he loved how up front the message was, yet how hidden it was to someone that didn't understand their true meanings. You had always adored flowers, the colours, the scents, the meanings. And so, every week, you would go into Floral Dreams, to buy new flowers to draw, however Renjun would always throw in additional flowers to express his ever-growing crush on you, unbeknownst to him you understood every word.

If you had told Renjun this time last year he would be working part time as a florist, he would've simply laughed. But yet here he is, adorning a black apron, rearranging the plants in the display cabinet.

Floral Dreams was a great place for Renjun. It was never too busy, it was a five minute walk to his apartment and, thanks to Donghyuck, he has learned far more about flowers in the past month than he has learned about art history at his uni classes. He would never admit it to him, but Renjun was intrigued by the meanings each flower held.

From the bluebell to the yellow carnation, every flower held a different meaning. At first, Renjun couldn't care less. They were just flowers after all, their only job to him was to sit and look pretty. However the longer he spent in the floristry, the more his curiosity and his passion grew.

And now here he was, currently wiping down the counter he had just used to arrange a bouquet for somebody's birthday.

As he returned behind the till, the soft chime of the shop door bell rang. He glanced over and locked eyes with you. You seemed to be a regular. always popping in on a Wednesday afternoon, no matter the weather, to buy different pre-made bouquets. At first, Renjun found it odd how you would only buy one particular colour palette of flowers or even just a singular flower, however as you came in more often than not with a camera bag over your shoulder along with a sketchbook poking out the top of the tote bag you carried, it started becoming clear why you would buy them.

His current theories are that you are an artist that just really liked to paint flowers (specifically pink and yellow varieties) or you're a plant mum that just has an apartment filled to the brim with colourful flowers and plants.

His first hunch was correct.

A few months ago, you had moved into Neo City in order to attend the local university and study fine art. It was an interesting place for sure. It was a quaint town yet there was always something going on, whether it be different celebrations for certain holidays or events, to small annual carnivals and parades that would happen.

During your first week of moving in, you had explored the town centre, natural curiosity getting the better of you. That was when you stumbled upon Floral Dreams. The forest green painting on the window frames along with several broad leafed plants sat outside the shop, charmed you.

You remember when you first met Renjun. It was a rainy Wednesday about a month after you had moved. Your classes had just finished and you decided to buy a small bouquet. Something to brighten your dreary dorm room. And so you headed to Floral Dreams. When you stepped into the shop, instead of the cheery greeting you would usually get from Donghyuck, you found that he was busy talking to another guy, Renjun.

Both boys had briefly glanced towards the door, with Donghyuck giving a small wave, whilst the other boy shot you a smile. He was cute.

Returning the wave with your own, you continued into the shop, looking at all the flowers, taking in their colours and scents. Five minutes had gone by and you had chosen all the flowers you had wanted and walked up to the counter to place your order.

You rang the small bell placed on the countertop and after a few seconds, the new guy from earlier emerged from the back room and properly greeted and introduced himself, Renjun.

To say he was pretty was an understatement. He had a soft smile, kind eyes and long hair which made him look ethereal. His voice was melodic. So melodic that you only snapped back to reality halfway through his sentence.

You purchased the flowers and had another look around the empty shop, this time to admire the blossoming flowers. Back at the counter, Renjun would glance at you, whilst he wrapped the bouquet, his mind thinking about your smile and vibe whilst his hands carefully wrapped the bouquet up.

When he was finished, he rang the desk bell to catch your attention. He handed you the flowers and you were on your way. Not before turning back to Renjun and shooting him one last smile with a cheerful goodbye.

From the moment you walked in, Renjun knew his heart had exploded and his slightly dull world would never be the same again.

Week after week you would come back to the shop. It was always at 4pm and it was always an hour into Renjun's shift. You guys had managed to acquaint yourselves and make small talk, with the weather and how both of you had been, being the usual topic of choice.

Today Renjun was determined to make a move. Whether it was changing the topic to be something more in depth, or giving his number to you, he was definitely going to do something. And so when you walked up to the counter to place your order, Renjun made his move. He asked the question that had been on his mind. Why in the heavens did you buy so many flowers? The laughter that followed made Renjun's heart flutter, it was beautiful.

You then proceeded to explain the reason you moved and why almost all the store's sales were from you. Upon hearing that you went to the same university he did, Renjun was enthralled and began talking about his passion for art and the history behind famous pieces.

Much to his dismay, his hands had a mind of their own, and had wrapped up your selected bouquet far too quickly for his liking. Just as you were about to grab the bouquet, Renjun let out a 'wait!' which made you pause.

He ran into the back room and came out a moment later with some ribbon along with a couple of gardenias and blue salvias. 'It'll make the bouquet look amazing, trust me' he said with that smile you had fallen for.

Once he was done, you took the flowers, bid him adieu and left, ready to take photographs of this masterpiece.

As soon as you left, Renjun let out a sigh of content and his heart started to calm down. He had a crazy idea to use what he had learned from Donghyuck, and to confess to you in the form of flowers.

It was a bold move, one that made him feel happy with himself.

Over the next couple of months the same routine would occur. You arrived, picked out flowers, ordered the bouquet, Renjun would wrap them up, you would take them, then leave.

However, as time went on, you began noticing flowers that you hadn't picked out.

For example, you had ordered a bouquet with mainly red flowers, with a couple of white ones to make it more visually appealing, however you don't really remember picking up the white camellia. Or that time you noticed a couple of yellow jasmines mixed with your sunflowers.

You eventually thought of looking up what these flowers meant. You knew one of your old high school flowers loved gardening and would often talk about flower meanings, but you had never paid any mind to them. Oh how you wish you had.

And so that's how you spent the evening on different websites looking at different meanings for all the flowers you could remember buying, and the definitions.

The morning after, you had a brilliant idea.

That next week, you came in at the usual time with a list on your phone of all the flowers you had never actually bought. You suspected that a certain someone kept slipping different flowers into your bouquet, which was actually quite sweet to you, however you were going to surprise him.

You picked out various flowers that were composed for a yellow, blue and white theme. You included the yellow jasmines and gardenias, along with the white camellias and blue salvias. Additional flowers were added and made a stunning bouquet, the best you had imagined yet.

For how quiet the shop was, your heart was thumping a lot louder than usual, despite this you walked to the till with a small smile. The normal routine went on, Renjun making conversation with you. The topic for today was conspiracies and aliens, which would usually be quite interesting to you, but your mind was in a different place.

Just as Renjun was tying the last ribbon up, a 'wait!' escaped your lips. A slightly startled Renjun paused to look at you. Dashing away to the front of the store, you picked out a red rose and walked back to where he was waiting.

Much to his surprise, you added the rose to the centre of the bouquet, pushed the bouquet towards him and then pulled out a letter that had been in your coat pocket and pushed it across the counter in his direction.

He froze. Almost everyone knew what a red rose meant.

He opened the letter. All the flowers he had given you with their meanings were listed, along with the red rose.

I love you.

Underneath was a small paragraph. His already racing heart began to explode as he read the words 'let's go on a date tomorrow' followed with your number underneath.

He looked back up to you. You were currently looking everywhere and anywhere that wasn’t Renjun.

Placing the letter down, he came around from behind the desk and hugged you. He could feel you tense up under him, however in a matter of seconds, your arms were around him, and a sigh of relief escaped your lips.

From the moment he met you, his heart had exploded, the colours in his world seemed to be brighter whenever you were there.

He loved hearing your laugh, seeing your smile, being in your presence.

Time felt non-existent with you.

He loved you, as much as you loved him.

And that was all he needed.

[captainjimothycarter]

Steggy detective

WIP MEME

Peggy knows she has an older brother, no matter what anyone tells her. The memories are there, fleeting but there. Her parents laugh it off whenever she used to bring it up, just telling her it's her 'overactive' imagination.

She finds proof of his existence through a deed for a lake house with a garden that her parents insisted didn't exist and an old photo of her young mother holding a baby boy.

Knowing no one will take her seriously without answers, she flies straight to America to begin her search. Straight off the plane, she goes to Red Hook Detective Agency: Detective Barnes and Rogers.

Most of what I've written is under the keep read

Ask Me More

Peggy gets to America and it was an 8 hour flight. The entire flight over, she’s rehearsed a script in her head over and over again to ensure what she had to say to the detectives is perfect and down flat. Jet lag is wearing her down, but she ignores it and makes a straight bee line to the agency.

The door is slightly ajar when Peggy comes down the hallway, voices being thrown around in the echo. 

“Get out. I said get out! You’re lucky I’m not shooting you on the spot.” 

Peggy barely moves out of the way in time as a man is thrown out by the scruff of his neck. She watches over her shoulder as he scrambles away, turning back to come face-to-face with a 6′0 broad blonde that looked as if he should be a model, not a detective. He wears black-rimmed glasses and an over sized sweater that makes him look like he should be tending to a fire, ready to sit down with a glass of whiskey and an old book. 

They stare at one another for a long beat before Steve raises a brow. “I apologize. I didn’t know we were having visitors. Steve Rogers.”

Peggy shakes his hand and gives a nervous smile, but shoves the nervous energy down to focus on the core of the problem. “Peggy Carter. Do I need to ask what’s that about down there? Surely if you’re threatening to shoot someone, it’s better to just do it.”

Steve laughs, the sound is unexpected by Peggy. It’s pleasant in the manner he laughs, throwing his head back, hand on his chest and smiling. That smile could light up a morgue if you asked her. “That guy? Nah. He’s a bothersome, but nothing worth going to jail over. Long story. Why don’t you come in, Miss Carter?”

The way Steve looks at her over the rim of his glasses, it makes Peggy feel like he’s looking straight to her soul. As if the documents in her tote and the knowledge floating around in her head is useless because Steve already knows. Instead of pressing for answers, Peggy obliges and slips inside the homey office. Steve sets her up with a cup of coffee, the brunette thanking her savior for a warm, caffeinated beverage. 

“Did you just come straight from a flight? You look exhausted.” Peggy rose her brow, the question of how on her tongue until Steve laughed again. “You still have your passport clenched in your hand.”

Oh, so she did. Peggy looked down at the leather surface before finally opening her fingers to shove it inside the tote bag. “I did, actually. I couldn’t risk waiting a second nor could I risk sending an email. I’ve done my research, Mr. Rogers. You and Barnes are some of the most successful detectives known to date and well beloved - especially on several forums.”

It was his turn to look rather impressed, leaning back in his chair and tapping his fingers on the weathered, leather arms. “So it seems you have done your research. Well, what is it, doll? If you came here straight from a flight, then it must be something desperate.”

If that term doll had come from someone elses’ lips, Peggy might’ve slapped them or at least made some remark but not to Steve. Because she needed his help and selfishly, she liked the term falling from his lips. “You’re right. I’m desperate because I’ve ran out of hope. I left the only home I knew and my parents because I cannot stand to live this lie anymore. Because I know I’m right and I’m determined to see this end.”

Taking out the files, Peggy spreads out her minimal evidence on Steve’s desk. The deed to the lake house, photos from several old albums that she’d found in boxes, photos of just her, and at last, the only photo of Michael Carter. 

“This is my brother,” Peggy explained, looking into Steve’s baby blue eyes. “I know this sounds insane but please, hear me out. I know this is Michael. I have memories of Michael, distant memories of being a toddler and little kid. Him teaching me things my mother and father did not teach me. Us being at that very home for years. Yet, my parents insist he does not exist. They insist that I’m imagining him and say its my overactive imagination. But that photo right there proves he’s not imaginary and I’m not wrong. I-I know this sounds far fetched, Mr. Rogers and something straight out of some mystery novel, but I need to know what happened to my brother. Why are my parents trying to hide him?”

Steve was quiet as he regarded the evidence, picking up the photos and turning them over to study the handwriting. Finally, he sat the photo of Michael down and scooted everything back to her. Across the table, Peggy looked heartbroken, terrifyingly heartbroken. 

“Okay,” he said. “Okay, I’ll do it. I’ll take the case, but you-” Steve actually waved his index finger in her direction, a serious look in his eyes. “You are going to rest before we deal with any of this. I have a room you can use while you stay here. I can imagine you don’t have lodgings set up and limited funds and if your parents are hiding such a thing from you, they didn’t want you finding answers, so you didn’t want to risk taking their money. Smart.”

There’s a relief flooding Peggy. Tears burning her eyes as she clutches the photo of her brother to her chest. The only photo that proves she’s not going insane. She tries to stutter a reply, to show Steve how thankful she is, but nothing comes out beyond a few soft sobs. It’s all she can do just to nod.

Steve regarded her with a soft, motherly look. He patted her shoulder as he walked around the desk and picked up his coat. “Come on. You need a good night's sleep and some dinner in you. Not necessarily that order. There’s a diner down the street we can hit up. They have the best shakes, they’re to die for.”

[magalidragon]

One Fine Day | a Jonerys AU | teaser

This first chapter should be ready soon and to kick my ass into gear to finish here is a teaser!

"Mai we're going to be late!"

"No, no we're not!" They were definitely going to be late. They may have maybe been able to reach the school on time or barely on time if there hadn't been an accident on the Street of Steel, and Dany had thrown cash at the driver before pushing Rhaego out, trying to be mindful of the fishbowl in her hands, along with her increasingly heavy tote bag on her shoulder.

It was raining, a light drizzle, and Rhaego hated to get his hair wet because he was growing it out to be like his father and claimed that when it rained, it stopped growing. Dany had no idea where he got this idea, but she couldn't get it out of his head, and so now he was freaking out, trying to hold his backpack over him. "Mai!" he whined, trotting as fast as he could at her side.

"Rhaego, hush, we're almost there!"

Around the corner they went, and the Little Conquerers Day School on the right, loomed into view. She could already see that it was empty; no cars parked in front, the parking lot empty save for a few cars, and the front doors were shut. It was a school only for pre-primary age children and she knew that the only ones left would be maybe the school administrative assistant and perhaps a cleaning staff. Definitely no one to watch Rhaego, not that she'd want him there all by himself all day.

She lightly pressed Rhaego towards her, stopping in front of the school doors, and her heart fell, staring at the sign pinned to the bright red doors. "Oh no," she murmured.

"What's it say?" Rhaego cried, trying to open the doors, but they were locked. He banged on it with tiny fists, efforts futile. "Noooo!"

"It says no one is home," she sighed, trying to peek into a window. Nothing, damnit, not even a custodian. She turned around, in time to see a rather handsome man approaching in black Westerosi Army fatigues, a black beret with a shiny black shield pinned to it.l, atop his head. He had dark hair tugged into a knot at the base of his neck and on his shoulders was a little girl dressed in a pink dress with a cat-shaped backpack, and flaming red hair.

Fire raged in her blood, knowing exactly who it was. She ran her tongue over her teeth, prepared to strike.

"Aw Daddy we're late!" the little girl, she knew to be Arry, yelled, trying to climb off him.

"The whole school is on the Dragonstone tour, sorry we missed you," the man read from the poster tacked to the door, dropping the girl down onto the ground. His accent wasn't like Ygritte's, but definitely was Northern, a burr instead of the raspier, harsher tone of Ygritte. It sent her toes curling into her boots, a warm sensation flooding into her limbs. She had no idea why, immediately hating herself for it.

Rhaego made a face, sticking his tongue out at the girl. "Ew, it's ARRY."

Arry screwed up her eyes and blew out her cheeks, sticking her tongue at Rhaego. "Gross, it's RHAEGO."

The rain began to pick up, pelting them on the stoop like tiny rocks. She ignored the children, who were making stupid faces at each other, addressing the man who had destroyed her day. “You must be Ygritte's ex-husband," Dany spat, taking in the man. He was only slightly taller than her, in his military uniform with its nondescript patches across the cargo pockets on his chest, the bottoms of the cargo pants tucked into tall black combat boots. She merely glanced at the black shield pinned to his beret, which she knew from watching too many movies-- and Rhaego's obsession with the cartoon NIght's Watch Ranger Force-- that this man was a member of the Westerosi Special Forces.

It did not intimidate her, because even with his scruffy dark beard and his clear gray eyes, which he fixed on her, narrowing as though he finally noticed her, he was just a man, and Dany didn't have time for men. They'd only disappointed her, and her son. And once again, here was a man, ruining her day and her son's day.

The man's lips twitched, his head cocking slightly. "How do you figure?"

He must imagine her stupid. She scoffed. "Well that's Ygritte's daughter and I was supposed to pick her up and bringing her to school today, wasted my morning running over there only for no one to be there, and she claimed that she told you to call me if you didn't me to pick her up," Dany ranted, bringing up her text messages from Ygritte, turning them towards him as proof.

He didn't even glance at them, shrugging. "Well Ygritte says a bunch of stuff, I don't always listen, sorry about this."

"Don't apologize to me, apologize to my son."

"Well we may not have to do that," he said, glancing at his watch, a fancy silver thing that looked like it could take off into space. He swung Arry into his arms, taking his phone from her. "We may be able to make it ot the dock, let's go!"

Rhaego grabbed her hand. "Come on Mai!"