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esaari · 1 year
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persphonesorchid · 3 months
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Tasting Jealousy - KSJ
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Summary: Seokjin is more than happy to accompany you to your company's New Year's Eve party, he's not happy however, that your co-worker is trying to flirt with you. The presence of this man brings up feelings Seokjin thought he left behind him.
Word Count: 3.2k
Genre: COH!au, Cupid!Seokjin x F!Reader, fluff, smut...angst 😀
Warnings: Jealous jinnie, smut (Protected sex bcus Seokjin ain't looking to be a daddy for the new year. Soft Dom jinnie, fingering, kitty spanking - you'll see what I mean lmao.) Jin gets very sad at one point and it gave me flashbacks of a universe in which he left 🤡
Masterlist - HERE
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Notes: Happy New year my darlings!! I hope this year brings you lots of joy, love and peace!! Be good to yourselves!!
Now, I love this couple so much and I just can't get away from them ajsjhsha so here you go, my last fic for the year! And guess what? You guys will finally get to know who sent MC the flower arrangements. I know a lot of you were wondering lmao. I hope to write more drabbles for these two...even though is can't be considered a drabble because it got way out of hand 😭 but! I'm not complaining! I hope you guys enjoy!!
this follows Cupid's on Holiday's What If drabble Picking Peonies
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“Ranunculus.” The word is a hissed breath between Seokjin’s teeth, eyes narrowing into slits. There’s a muscle twitching just under his eye, and he should be careful. If he grips the champagne flute any tighter the fine glass will shatter.
You pause in the middle of your sentence, fingers brushing his as you take the glass he offers, head turning and tilting back a little to look up at him.
The chatter of the party populous and the soft crackle of Christmas jingles fades into background noise against the rising ring in his ears.
The man who stands across from you both must’ve been raised without manners, that or at least a little common sense. He stands tall, a inch or so shorter than Seokjin if he were to guess. They’re unintentionally matching, both wearing black turtleneck sweaters. Though, Seokjin’s coat is tweed and brushes his knees, the man’s is dark grey and stops where his hands are tucked into the pockets of his black slacks.
Its been about a minute since Seokjin went off to get you both something to drink. A minute since he spotted this man through the crowd and just knew.
It’s been about a minute since he’s walked over here, weaved his way through the crowd with a wide boxy smile and a wave in your direction. A minute of his eyes trailing over your form, lingering over the way the peach fabric accentuates your waist and flutters at your feet in soft waves. A minute since he’d leaned in with a smile and kissed both your cheeks.
A minute of him pretending Seokjin isn’t standing right here, like your arm isn’t linked with his.
Six minutes. Not like Seokjin is counting or anything.
Something burns hot in the back of Seokjin’s mind when you giggle around the syllables that make up this man’s name. You’re smiling at something he said a second ago, but Seokjin is so far in his head he didn’t hear. It’s the kind of smile you give him when he brings you your favourite treat; your cheeks puffing up and squishing your eyes. He doesn’t know if the guy’s actually funny or if you’re only smiling at him to not seem rude.
“This is Seokjin.” You say, and briefly, you look up at him, smile unmoving. There’s a pinch to your brow, probably still wondering what the meaning behind his word earlier was. A bit of pride blooms in his chest with the way you wonder; you’ve long forgotten where his distaste stems.
Seokjin dips his head in greeting when, the man – Taehyung – finally looks over at him. He extends a hand, overhead lights of the venue catching on the face of his watch that Seokjin knows is expensive. He knows because it matches his.
Seokjin shakes his hand firmly, even as Taehyung’s eyes meet yours again with a smile that seems a little more strained and a lot less boxy.
“Strong grip you’ve got there.” Taehyung's chuckle is deep as his hand falls back to his side and Seokjin only hums. “Friend of yours?”
There’s nothing in his tone that gives reason for the feeling that floods Seokjin’s chest. It rises quickly from his feet and burns the back of his neck and ears and he bristles.
“Partner, actually.” There’s an edge to his voice that he knows you’ve caught; you squeeze his arm a little.
“Ah, partner... That’s nice, I didn’t know you were seeing anyone.”
There’s no way he couldn’t have known.
He’s not in your department, Seokjin knows. This encounter would’ve happened a whole lot sooner had he been. Seokjin had been about your work place many times over this year alone, sometimes for no particular reason. Everyone in your department knows him by now.
Office gossip spreads like a flame in a dry grass field, so it isn’t that he hadn’t known, the man just chose to blatantly ignore it.
Something about that sets Seokjin’s teeth on edge.
“Ah, well, I’m pretty private so that’s fine.” You wave your other hand, the motion careful as not to spill the champagne that sits in it.
You and Taehyung make small talk, and Seokjin drowns in the feeling that’s swimming around his head. You ask him about how his birthday went and Taehyung says it could’ve been better. And there’s a twinkle in his eyes that Seokjin doesn’t like when he says it.
Taehyung smiles, after a while of Seokjin just staring him down. “Well...all my best for the new year.” He says, the curls of his dark hair sways on his forehead when he looks to Seokjin again. “Nice meeting you.”
And like that, he was gone, back through the crowd to linger when he’d came from.
Seokjin feels you shift, and when he looks at you, you’re already watching him.
“What was that about?” you ask, a brow raised.
“What?” Seokjin raises a brow back and you sigh, tapping at his arm with hand that was looped around it.
“Jin...” You say nothing more and Seokjin busies himself with draining the rest of the champagne in his glass. He sets it down on a nearby table and you do the same, unlinking your arm from his to stand in front of him.
“Do you want to leave?” you ask softly.
“We’ve only been here two hours.” Seokjin replies, shaking his head.
“You didn’t answer my question. And besides it wouldn’t be any fun if you’re gonna be like...that for the rest of the night.”
“I’m not being like anything.” His voice is a little harsh, and Seokjin isn’t sure if it’s because he’s being called out. He sighs, brows pinching. “It’s fine. It wouldn’t be fair to you if we leave now.”
“I don’t mind, that’s why I asked. If you don’t want to stay that’s okay.”
“Why’re you so stubborn? Stop pushing it.”
You step away from him, eyes rolling as you step past.
“Where are you going?” Seokjin calls, turning as you walk, following the motion of your body with his.
“The bathroom.” You snap and Seokjin stares until you disappear into the throng of people.
There’s a low whistle behind him and Seokjin slowly turns, hackles raised again.
Taehyung is back. Barely seems to be paying him mind as he fills a plate with finger food and snacks. The long rectangular table is tucked into a corner, laden with different types of foods. He’s a bit away, but Seokjin’s certain he heard the exchange if the little smile he donned was anything to go by.
“Trouble in paradise?” He nods with his chin in the direction you stomped off to, picking a mini sandwich off his plate.
“Just a small fire. Containable. Although, I don’t see how that’s any business of yours.” If Seokjin’s eyes could narrow any further, he’d close them.
Taehyung lifts his shoulder in a shrug, “Just worrying, she’s my friend after all. Would hate to see her not have a good time.”
“Right.” Seokjin says, and then takes a breath. He doesn’t have to entertain this. He turns on his heel, walking through the crowd towards the bathrooms.
He finds you just coming out, pulling the lace of your sleeves back down to your wrists. He takes your hand, “We’re leaving.”
“Okay.”
You follow without complaint or question. Once outside, Seokjin gives you his coat because he doesn’t need it, a hand on the small of your back as he leads you to where he parked. Ever the gentleman, he opens the door for you and waits until you’re situated before going around and getting in.
He turns the heat on, and the drive is silent.
After a moment of your eyes burning into the side of his head, you finally speak: “Are you okay?”
“M’fine.” Seokjin tries to keep the edge out his tone because there’s no reason to snap at you.
You still catch it, and Seokjin sighs when you go quiet. His teeth aches when he clenches his jaw, grip tight on the steering wheel. It wasn’t long before he’s pulling into the parking lot of the apartment and you’re out the car first.
The way up to your apartment is silent, and it continues until you’re both inside, taking your shoes off at the door.
“Wanna tell me what’s wrong now?”
Seokjin feels guilt knot his stomach as you stare at him, a patient look on your face.
“I’m sorry. It’s just...”
There was still a lot of things Seokjin was getting used to. It’s been a year since he decided to break every rule set for him and stay with you. There are times when he’s blissfully unaware of it. When he’s tucked it into the far reaches of his mind in a box under lock and key and it doesn’t bother him. Sometimes though, like now, it rattles along the inside of his head, bouncing off corners.
Taehyung is the one who sent you that horrid floral arrangement on valentines day. It had long stopped irritating him whenever thought about it. The initial jealousy had come and crested like a wave and was gone then. Now it crashes in like a tsunami.
It’s not just jealousy he feels, but a strange sense of being lost. Like he’s walking through a fog with a blindfold. He’s aware of what he did, when he decided to turn his back on his duty and be selfish. He knows well there are some things he can’t ever give you.
A normal, happy life is one of them.
He can give you whatever you ask for, anything you want it’s yours without question. But what happens later? Years down the road and you’re married to him and he can’t give you the one thing you’ll want then.
The person meant for you could give that to you.
He’s being selfish. You’ve never complained, but Seokjin knows you must’ve wondered about it by now. The what if. Maybe...perhaps it would've been better if he'd followed through with leaving then...
“Jin?” you call softly, ducking your head a bit to meet his gaze, “Talk to me, what is it?”
“Do you regret it?” His voice is just as soft, looking down at his feet. He looks up, somewhere above your head, sighing, “Do you know that he’s the one who sent you those flowers?”
You seem confused for a moment, and then recollection lights in your eyes. “Oh! Oh...Jin.” you chuckle a bit and step closer.
“Don’t laugh, it’s not funny.” Seokjin groans, and meets you halfway when you reach for him. Your fingers dance at the nape of his neck and Seokjin pulls you closer by the waist.
“Is that what was bothering you?”
He can only hum, and you chuckle again. The warmth of your hand rubs circles against his back and he feels that warmth seep into his bones and settle there.
“I don’t regret anything. None of it.” You murmur against his neck, and Seokjin pulls away, cupping your cheek with a hand. His thumb gently caresses, and he meets your eyes for the first time in a while and calls your name softly.
“There are things that I can’t give you.”
“So?”
There’s a fierce look in your eyes that makes Seokjin wrap his next set of words up neatly and swallow them.
“None of that matters. You’re more than enough.”
Seokjin closes the gap between you both, pressing his lips firmly to yours. The arm at your waist pulls you close and the hand that sits at the side of your neck tails into your hair to tug at the many pins that you’d secured it with.
He spins you with practiced ease, pressing your back against the wall of the entryway and crowding your space.
He places a kiss at the corner of your mouth just to tease, and chuckles when you chase. His kisses trail along your jaw, stopping just below your ear, and he takes the lobe between his teeth.
The little sound you make shoots down his spine, and he feels your fingers curl into the fabric of his sweater. He taps at your waist, his hand trailing over the curve of your ass and he gives you a moment to settle your arms securely around his neck before he lifts.
He doesn’t need to see where he’s going to find his way to your bedroom, and he busies himself with kissing and marking the skin he could reach. The fingers of his other hand finding the zipper at the back of your dress to tug down.
He sets you on your feet, pulling back just enough to help you out of your dress, his eyes still closed as he trails his lips over your collarbone, pushing the fabric off your body until it pools at your feet. Your skin is warm where he touches, he ghosts his fingers along your sides and revels the way you visibly shiver.
The bralette you chose for the night is lace and hides nothing from his hooded gaze, your nipples taut from the chill and his caress. He thumbs at the peaks, and when you tug on the hem of his sweater, he tuts at your impatience.
His hand slides up your back, unclasping the bralette and pushing you gently back until you hit the bed. The straps slide down your arms and he tugs it off, palming at a breast with a groan trapped behind his teeth.
“Jin..” you sigh his name and Seokjin hums, tilting his head at you.
He leans into you and you fall back. Seokjin holds his weight on his hands just above tour shoulders, and his knees trapping your thighs between them. He watches you blink up at him with some confusion as he simply stares.
“Let me ask you something.” He says, and then he shift, getting onto the bed and sitting with his back against the headboard. He curls his fingers at you, and with a bit of uncertainty tinting your form you follow. He settles you between his spread legs, pressing a kiss to the junction where your neck meets your shoulder as he traces patterns against the skin of your thighs.
He spreads you legs with a gentle hand, bringing his legs up a bit so that the back of your knees hooks against his thigh. Seokjin brings his hand down quickly, the lace of your underwear does nothing to shield you from it and he chuckles when your surprised whine meets his ears. He feels you trying to snap your legs shut as the sting of his hand runs through you, the way your back arches away from his chest.
“Tell me, sweet girl.” Seokjin coos, and he decides to be nice, rubbing soothing circles against your lace covered pussy. He could feel just how wet you are, your panties slide against your slick skin with his movements, damp against his hand. “Do you think you’re deserving of my touch right now?”
Your exhale rattles against his chest, and he waits patiently for your answer. He allows you a moment to think, and he knows it’s hard, as his fingers tease at the seam of your underwear, slipping underneath to find the wetness there.
“I am.” You finally say.
“Oh, are you?” Seokjin chuckles, dipping a finger into the warmth of you just to hear your gasping moan. He presses the finger against your clit, circling once, twice, and then he stops. “Do you want me to tell you why you’re not?”
Seokjin kisses your jaw, and the slight shift of your hips doesn’t go unnoticed. “You let that man get near you. Allowed him to act like I wasn’t there. Ignored the way he was looking at you.”
“Jin, it wasn’t...”
“Shh,” Seokjin shushes you gently, fingers resuming the slow, torturous grind against your clit. “I should make you cum until you cry.”
The whimper you let out makes his slacks feel constricting. He sinks two fingers, knuckle deep into you and kisses your neck when your head lulls back against his shoulder. He watches the way his hand moves under your panties, curling his fingers against the spot that makes your toes curl.
He presses the heel of his palm against your clit, and runs his tongue along the shell of your ear when your pussy clenches and your moans go up in pitch.
“Close already?” Seokjin coos mockingly, a chuckle on his exhale. The fingers of his other hand pinching lightly at your nipples, and then he stops, “That’s too bad, then.”
Your groan holds frustration and Seokjin unhooks your legs from his. He stands to rid himself of his clothes, his cock hard and weeping when it slaps lightly against his stomach. The reaction you invoke in him has never changed, a shiver slithers down his spine and watches at your tongue darts out to moisten your lips. You reach a hand out to him and Seokjin takes it, bending a little at his waist to press kisses against your fingers.
He fishes a condom from your nightstand – ever mindful – and then crawls between your legs, taking a moment to slide your panties down them.
“Okay?” He asks to make sure that you’re okay to continue, that he’s not driving you too hard.
You nod, and you lift your hips, pressing his cock between your wet heat and his stomach. Seokjin groans against your lips, tightening his grip against your thigh.
He moves his hips, pulling back and then pushing into you with slow, languid strokes. He kisses you tenderly, his tongue exploring your mouth. When his fingers brush against your clit, the way your core tightens around his cock has him seeing stars. His thrusts gets faster, and he knows just how quickly you’re hurdling towards your end, he watches every minute expression. The way your eyes squeeze shut and how your lips curl around his name, the scratching of your nails down his back.
Just as you reach the peak, Seokjin moves his hand away and slows his thrusts, leaving you trembling and whining. He smiles against your lips, and whispers, “Let’s take this slow.” He kisses you again, his thrusts becoming slower and gentler.
He continues to move in and out of you at a slow, steady pace, taking his time to bring you to the edge of pleasure again and again. Eventually, he begins to speed up, and he moves his hand back to your clit, sending you over the edge into a powerful orgasm.
“Fuck.” Seokjin groans, following not long after, his forehead against your collarbone. There’s a ringing in ears when he comes down, and he presses a kiss to your sternum before pulling away.
After you were both cleaned up and the sheets were changed, Seokjin holds you close as you both watch the couple of minutes tick by until midnight.
“Do you have any resolutions?” Your head is against his chest, a leg over his hip.
He traces patterns against your thigh, thinking quietly. This is another one of those human things that he wouldn’t ever grasp. You rang in the last new year with Yoongi and Hoseok while he was busy with his duties with the other Cupids in the area, so you must’ve had this question for a while.
Seokjin hums softly, “Loving you. That’s it.” He smiles when you giggle and when the fireworks start up at the stroke of midnight you both watch them light up the night sky through your open window.
“Happy New Year, Jinnie.”
Seokjin turns, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss and he whispers the words back to you.
You both lay there for a moment, quiet, and then Seokjin speaks: “You know, I could make him fall in love with his office chair or something.”
“Jin.”
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linkemon · 7 months
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Valentine's Day 2023 headcanons 2
Friendly reminder that English is not my first language. You can check my Masterlists both in English and Polish here.
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Tighnari
✧ Tighnari has had his hands full since drastic changes have come to Sumeru. He remembered Valentine's Day only the day before it arrived. Fortunately, he had made some preparations in advance.
✧ He pretended to forget about Valentine's Day in front of Collei and the other rangers all day. When you specifically mentioned this holiday, they told you that their supervisor was busy and it's not like that this year. All this so that in the evening he could tease you that he really had no idea. It wasn't until you sadly believed him that he told you to follow him.
✧ Tighnari has been running a personal project to save endangered plant species, especially flowers, for some time. Most of them had their extra seedlings in a place of his choosing in the forest. In this way, a kind of fantastic, wild garden was created, emanating many colors and smells. You were the first person he allowed to see him.
✧ You laughed which Tighnari didn't understand until you handed him your gift. You brought him a foreign dandelion seed straight from Mondstadt. Of course, he'd seen one before but he hadn't had the chance to grow one himself. You think in a very similar way and Valentine's Day reminded you a lot of that.
✧ He let you spend extra time admiring his tail. He doesn't like it that much but you love that aspect of him, so if a few extra minutes mean that much to you, he might make an exception sometimes.
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Lisa Minci
✧ Valentine's Day trip to Sumer sounded very exotic to you. Lisa had some errands to run there, so it felt natural to combine the two. You weren't particularly drawn to go abroad on this particular occasion but you knew you couldn't win with it anyway.
✧ If you knew what you're going through, you'd probably never agree to it. After crossing the border, you were attacked by a horde of bizarre mushrooms. It probably wouldn't be a problem because the two of you can fight, if not for the fact that at the same time you were attacked by Eremites who stole things from your small encampment at the time.
✧ You knew that after all the commotion you would arrive in the city late at night. On the spot, you and Lisa had to look for her old friends who were not very willing to lend her money and it was not a very large amount.
✧ Minci had to wait until your return to Mondstadt for her real gift. It was an extremely old book that was missing from her collection. During your unhappy stay in Sumer, you gave her the purple roses you picked on the way.
✧ Lisa bought you dinner that day, laughing that she spent all her money on it (that's what she said at the time but she knew she'd get paid the next day for some information sold in town). This upset you but you were used to the woman's crazy ideas and trusted her as always.
✧ Tired after the day, you spent the evening poor but happy. The view of the moon and stars from Lisa's favourite place from her student days is unforgettable.
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Yaoyao
✧ When Yaoyao accidentally overheard your conversation with Xiangling, she knew she had to do something. You were a little sad that everyone around you was getting ready for Valentine's Day and you didn't have your other half. That's why the little girl has set herself the goal of giving you the best possible holiday that will celebrate friendship.
✧ Was it a busy day? Of course but nothing is worth your sad face. The first on the visit list was of course the master chef along with Guoba. Then Cloud Retainer, who was supposed to be responsible for finding gifts in her collection (no one else would even think to ask her, considering how she likes to receive them...). The last stop was Ganyu's office, where the girl, falling asleep, promised to arrange a place in the teahouse (nothing else could be counted on in such a short time).
✧ Later, Yaoyao spent the whole day inviting all hers and yours friends who didn't have plans for the day yet.
✧ You didn't expect to spend the evening in such a nice atmosphere. Yelan, Shenhe, Keqing, Xinqiu, Hu Tao and many of your other friends have appeared. You all ate the treats that the happy Guoba gave you, while opening the fancy mechanical gifts that the Cloud Retainer had prepared. In your case, it was a miniature pocket watch that showed scenes from the life of ancient adepti.
✧ Yaoyao was extremely modest as always but you quickly guessed that all the fun was her doing. You thanked her because getting together in a large group reminded you that you are loved by your friends.
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cheriedies · 1 year
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Naoki Urasawa's Monster in real life
So, I spent my holidays in Czechia and realized it would be a good opportunity to try and find the real life references and inspirations for one of my favourite anime series - Monster (haven't gotten my hands on the manga yET). After a bit of research I found that @fuckyeahjohanliebert has already done this almost a decade ago and their account has been extremely helpful. I also used the websites that I've linked at the very end of the post and you should definitely check them out as I didn't get the chance to visit every single location. It is honestly incredible how much work this person has put into their research. With that being said, here is what these places look like as of January 2023, alongside some tips I wanted to share in case you decide to visit them during your stay in Prague!
Let's start with the easiest location: Charle's Bridge. It is probably the most visited place in Prague and so it can be quite crowded, especially around NYE.
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Next, we have a shot of a tram in front of what today is the Palladium, a large shopping mall. Location: Nám. Republiky 1078/1, 110 00 Petrská čtvrť, Czechia
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Okay, this one was a bit tricky because I wasn't able to find the exact reference for the Tri Zaba (Three Toads) sign. Most sources pointed me towards Hotel U Tri Pstrosu (Three Ostriches) which is right besides the Charles Bridge. However, a reddit user posted a picture from U Tri Capu hotel (Three Herons), and someone mentioned it being a possible inspiration in the replies. Therefore, I took pictures of both and upon looking at them closely I honestly cannot be certain about which of the two served as the main inspiration, maybe it was a mixture of both? Looking purely at the shape of the sign the Three Herons (Far Right) seems to be the closest. The positioning of the three ostriches on the other hand (Middle) is more similar to the way the toads are positioned. If you have any sources I've missed pls link them!
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I also found this detailing you can spot if you are walking by the Vltava River. A thing to note: I could find this specific fencing only of the side of the river that is next to the Ministerstvo průmyslu a obchodu, If your cross the bridge the design is completely different. Location: Petrská čtvrť, 110 00 Prague 1, Czechia
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Now onto the Red Rose Mansion. Fans figured out that the Břevnovský klášter (Brevnov Monastery) served as the main inspiration for the Red Rose Mansion. Unfortunately, the monk that is responsible for the visits was sick during my stay in Prague, and would not be coming back until after I left. You can see the exact room that was referenced for the murder scene in the websites I've linked below. I was a bit sad that I wasn't able to see it with my own eyes but I hope he has a speedy recovery. After all, this gives me a reason to visit this wonderful city again! Tip: Don't be an oblivious zoomer like me and bring cash with you to leave a small donation at the Bazilika svaté Markéty Antiochijské (Basilica of St. Margaret of Antioch). You can get a postcard with the picture of the monastery for about 10 koruna and I'm sure it helps with the maintenance of this beautiful place. Also, there is a small, cozy cafe on the territory and they have really tasty Medovnik cake!
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The Rose Garden at the Mansion actually has no roses! It is actually a Cherry Garden, and can be visited at the Orangerie rigt behind the Monastery (tip: as far as I know it is only open on weekends and closes at 8pm). During this time of year it is obviously not blossoming however it was nice to visit nonetheless and walking in between the tall shrubs made me feel like I was Nina :p
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As a bonus I wanted to add this picture of a hanging Sigmund Freud that absolutely startled me on my first day in Prague. Many fans have speculated that the character of Franz Bonaparta was inspired by him, given their similar looks and involvement with Psychology
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I hope this was enjoyable and I hope you visit these amazing places if you ever happen to be in Prague! Once again, I'd like to highlight how grateful I am for the research fans have done and as mentioned above here are some of the websites I used:
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back with more for @hprecfest - although i'll be skipping day three because i have the concentration span of a kitten and therefore no chance of making it through a podfic...
day two: favourite comfort fics
two boys kissing by writcraft sirius black/severus snape mature | 6.8k words
why i recommend it:
because I'm a sucker for both sirius and snape getting a happy ending, and this fic delivers this within a beautiful, gentle examination of the horrors of sirius' young adult life and the way that hope and desire are things he clings to during the lonely misery of his confinement in azkaban. the repeated motif of the sky always gets to me:
when he showers, he whistles a song. he’s not sure he knows it’s name, but he can remember strobe lights and the way snape looked when he was as young as sirius can remember him being. that was back in the days when severus tried so hard not to be queer and sirius thought he had everything to live for.
sirius spits out toothpaste into the sink and contemplates himself in the mirror. it looks like there’ll be a thunderstorm tonight. he puts his toothbrush into the glass and moves into the room, poking his head out of the window. the wind has gathered momentum but the sky is clear.
he breathes in the air and watches the stars.
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so bracing by @kellychambliss minerva mcgonagall/severus snape teen | 9.2k words
why i recommend it:
because i love to see older woman/younger man relationships in fandom - there's still far too few of them - and because i love to see fics from the perspective of minor characters, and this, which is as much a careful and generous character study of tom the barman (and the town of skegness) as it is of its central couple never fails to make me smile:
tom took the chance of sitting down again, and when he didn't get tossed out on his arse, he felt a little emboldened. "and you thought you wanted this? life in a muggle pub in skegness?"
snape loaded a glass into a dishpan, and then another. and another.
"my family," he said, just when tom had decided that he probably wasn't going to say anything at all. "my family wasn't one for holidays. it was all my father could do to keep food on the table, once the mills failed. and once the drinking started. but before all that, there was one summer -- spring, actually. may. we couldn't afford high summer season. da somehow saw his way clear to taking my mother and me to the seaside. i was about six. we came here. skegness. we froze our arses off."
"skegness is. . . so bracing," tom murmured, and snape snorted.
"in a word. three days in a grotty little caravan. cheap, greasy food. saw a sad muggle magic show." he loaded more glasses with a crash. "i loved it. fucking loved the lot of it. "
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never gonna give you up by @laeveteinn harry potter/lord voldemort teen | 15k words
why i recommend it:
because it makes me shriek. i'm not usually a fan of either professor harry or professor voldemort fics, but it turns out that my exception is when they're forced to work together as a team because harry's newly-divorced and adrift in a world which no longer makes sense and voldemort's a ghost who's obsessed with memes:
“what are you thinking so intently about?” voldemort murmurs. “you mustn’t overtax your brain, it wasn’t meant for hard activity.”
harry snorts. “honestly, i’m just trying to figure out where albus got his bad taste in men. it’s not ginny; lars isn’t actually that terrible.”
and for some reason, voldemort lets out a lengthy sigh.
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clay by @titconao3 harry potter & severus snape general | 46k words
why i recommend it:
because i have an unstoppable fondness for the concept of redemption, which is hugely and unfairly maligned in this fandom, and this story is an astonishingly beautiful meditation on the theme, not only in how it approaches both snape and harry as they come to terms with the war and what it has taken from them, but in how it portrays tobias snape and his own reckoning with his past and quest to make amends with his son:
tobias was on a roll. “you lot, always talking about your magic, waving your bloody sticks around like it makes you better than us normal people…” he slammed his hands on the table and severus shuddered, his fists opening and closing around nothing. he’d left his wand in the room; it wasn’t like he could use it, and he had to trust potter could deal with tobias snape. the man was nothing, to a boy who’d faced the dark lord and come out the victor. “you’re not. you’re not! your goddamn magic… we’d have been better off without it, i’m telling you.” severus looked again through the crack and saw tobias with his back turned on potter, his shoulders shaking. he was angry, but not yet taking it out on potter. maybe he was scared of potter’s wand; maybe now that he was sober he was better at keeping his violence in check. either way, severus didn’t trust it would last forever. it never had, before.
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to forgive divine by jellybeany neville longbottom/draco malfoy teen | 7.4k words
why i recommend it:
because there are days when you need eighth-year fluff, and this sort of fluff is so rarely given to neville as a central character, but it should be:
he’d wondered if it was something like that, to be honest. 
because, because. malfoy was always so interested. he’d read in a fortune cookie once that the opposite of love isn’t hate, it's indifference.
which was a rubbish fortune at the time, but it’s relevant now.
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chasingjill · 3 months
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resident evil 4 remake - what each character would be doing on christmas headcanons !
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ada wong
she wouldn't be too big on celebrating, although she would treat herself with the money she got from missions. she would buy herself new clothes (she's a fashion icon), jewellery, perfume, makeup etc.
if she felt like it, she might even send leon a little present, even if it's not much it's the thought that counts. it'd be a small token of her love to show she still thinks about him, since they rarely see eachother.
ashley graham
she would LOVE christmas and celebrating it, it's one of her favourite holidays if not her favourite. she would always make sure to have the decorations up, christmas music playing from her record player as soon as it's december 1st.
she would spend the day with her father, opening the gifts he bought her which she deeply appreciates. she'd even buy him gifts, wanting to show how much she appreciates him, especially after the incident of her being kidnapped.
since she's rich (obviously being the president's daughter and all), she would buy her friends big gifts, like a brand new phone. she would say she's sorry that she couldn't get much, despite it being more than most people can afford.
she would probably even make a little handmade gift for leon, wanting it to be made herself instead of something she bought as it's more meaningful that way.
albert wesker
i can't imagine him being much of a festive guy, he wouldn't really celebrate. he'd take the day to have a rest and break, lying in bed for most of the day (he's an old man okay leave him alone).
ingrid hunnigan
much like wesker, i feel she wouldn't celebrate as much, but she would spend time with her family if they wanted her to. when she got back though, she'd definitely rest and just lay in bed, thankful she doesn't have to deal with leon's jokes for a day.
leon scott kennedy
in re2 remake, he definitely loved christmas, it was his favourite holiday. but by re4 remake, he began to not have time for those things, working for the d.s.o and all. he would take the day off to finally have a break from it all, drinking alcohol and getting drunk most of the day (are we even surprised?).
if ada did send him a gift, he would do the same cute smile he done when she gave him the key for the jet ski. he hadn't had time to buy or make anything himself, he felt bad about it but knew she wouldn't mind anyway.
luis serra navarro
same as ashley, he would LOVE christmas. he would be singing all the popular christmas songs like last christmas, all i want for christmas is you, rockin' around the christmas tree etc. he would have all the decorations up, although it would make him a little sad sometimes he didn't have loved ones to share the christmas joy with anymore.
merchant
he would have the best sales on around christmas time, especially after because he knows people are gonna be spending all their money.
he would even sell some little christmas keychain charms to put on your case, which are super cute (both ashley and luis would buy them if they could).
he'd also put some christmas lights on his setup, along with a tiny slow globe.
sorry if these are ooc this is my first time making headcanons💔 its very obvious i love ashley just from this post
tags :: @videogamesluver @gori-thegorilla
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mirjam-writes · 3 months
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What about you? What writing are you happy about this year?? Is there anything you want to brag about?
Happy Yule, solstice, Christmas, Festivus, (belated) Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, and Doctor Who Day! And anything else you might celebrate, or happy Monday if you don’t!
Thank you so so much for asking 🧡🧡
This was quite a writing year for me. I wrote only four stories, but I'm quite proud of all of them. To Love Somebody was my first foray in rare pairs. An angsty backstory for Shadwell, and what made him the way he is. It has an hopeful ending, and I'm quite proud of the structure, and how much I managed to squeeze into the small word count. Girls Just Wanna Have Fun is a short and wholesome outsider pov story I wrote for an event. I was surprised how much people liked it! It was also my first attempt on present tense, which continued in A Stable Relationship, one of my FTH stories for this year (the second one will probably be a bit late, and be completed in January). I had fun writing it, and it turned out to be a good one, and the only one of these oneshots that was Explicit. It was set in horse riding world.
The reason why I wrote only three oneshots, and why my second FTH piece is late, was of course my favourite story of all time: Be Still My Soul trilogy. A human AU story set in the sad moments of Finnish history.
Despite the class differences, landowner Azirafel Fjäll and sawmill worker Anton Crowley have been friends since childhood. The Great War rages over Europe and the Empire of Russia is in the firm grip of a revolution. The echoes of these fateful events carry over to the Grand Duchy of Finland, vaguely sauntering towards independence. Azirafel and Crowley find themselves on the opposite sides of a conflict that will eventually lead to a bitter civil war, tearing the country apart.
Is there a possibility for them to find their own side, or will this be the end of their budding love story?
I started writing the third part in January, and finished it just before S2 aired in July. It finished posting in October, and it's now complete and done, though I'm still commissioning art for it. This story took over my life for over two years, and it's my baby. I've had such a hard time to let go of it! It also has its own blog @be-still-my-soul-fanfic where I posted dozens of posts about historical and cultural facts. The story is written in a way you don't need to know anything of the Finnish history beforehand (my American betas made sure of that). It's a lovestory, not a history lesson, BUT if you want to learn more, there's a lot of extra info available 😅
I think it's the best story I've ever written (and probably ever will). Many readers have agreed, but it's angsty with very heavy themes until the happy ending, so it's not for everyone and I think posting it just when S2 aired cut some of the potential readers. The third part of the trilogy is now five kudos shy of 100 kudos, and I'm hoping it could get past that milestone before new years. 😂 So yeah, my own personal favourite gets the least interaction of them all. Oh well.
I'm gonna sound a bit self-absorbed, but I'm proud I finished it and it turned out even better than I hoped. My dream would be to print a physical copy or to record a podfic of that, but both might be a bit too much work.
For the next year I have two zine fics to finish, and I have applied to a third one. I have one event fic in the works as well, but the FTH story will be the one I'll concentrate until it's done. It's an oneshot human AU which somehow grew limbs and now it's 7.6k words and nowhere near done 😱 That's my holiday project.
Thank you for asking!! I was so delighted to get a chance to ramble myself 🧡 There's never enough chances for writers to gush about their own work because it always feels a bit self centered. That's why I like to wander around Tumblr and give people the perfect excuse to do that! Peek at the #writer's favourites tag if you want to see other fanfic writers sharing their favourites! And feel free to use the tag yourself if I forgot to ask someone (I was very much not organised when going through the blogs and I'm not good at matching blog names with writer names 😅)
I hope you'll have a magnificent new year 🧡
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flashnthunder · 3 months
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Tag game (Christmas edition)!
It's Festivus for the rest of us so grab your Chanukah bush, your mistletoe, your pagan ritual or whatever brings you joy and come gather round the fire and celebrate your pocket friends.
@deputy-buck tagged me in this :)) !
Favourite nickname you've ever been given?
i have never gone by my full name but technically izzy is my nickname, i've gotten iz or izzers by friends before and izzy-maye is my family nickname which i like
Where are you located?
the US, specifically ohio so very midwest
What season is it where you are now?
it is winter and officially Cold, it has not felt like winter for the past month but now i am freezing and already crying thinking about driving in ice
Favorite tradition this time of year?
there's a zoo that puts on this big light show every year and i usually go with friends which has become a little tradition, but tbh there's not a lot i can think of other than that
Favourite holiday food?
probably fudge?? idk if that counts as holiday food but i only eat it in the winter
Mulled wine, eggnog or hot apple cider?
apple cider for the win i am not a big any type of wine fan and eggnog is only kinda not awful if i don't think about what i'm drinking
Turkey, ham or nut roast (Or Tofurkey?)?
ham! i feel like turkey is a very november food and not my favorite
Would you rather spend the december holidays in: a cabin in the woods surrounded by snow, or a house on the beach with sun and sand?
right now im gonna say cabin because that sounds nice and peaceful but check-in with me in a month and i will have switched up once i am sufficiently sun-deprived and looking like a sad vampire with scurvy
are you pro-snow or anti-snow?
pro-snow in the hypothetical sense of enjoying it when i don't need to do anything, and anti-snow when i'm slogging to class in the slush at 9am which is the reality of january
have you ever built a snowman?
YES i love building snowmen i don't care if i'm getting freezing and wet and gross outside it's gotta happen it is just way to funny to not leave them everywhere possible
Skiing or snowboarding?
i have never really done either, i like ice skating though in terms of a winter sport :) i will fall on my ass
Do you decorate for the holidays?
i try to a little!! i like putting stuff outside, have some lights and things like that
Favourite holiday movie?
nostalgia wise stuff like charlie brown, that claymation rudolph movie, the muppets, it's a wonderful life but around the holidays i like to religiously rewatch the original star trek show so that is like My Holiday Movie
Favourite holiday fanfic?
people should rec me some because i can't think of anything off the top of my head??? i might be forgetting one i'm sure i have read them before
If you were to star in a hallmark movie, who would be your love interest?
confession time i've never really watched hallmark movies but going off the memes maybe i am the small hometown man waiting on a stressed businesswoman from new york to come home for christmas and then we can get a dog or something while the credits start
if yall would like to- tagging: @ewipandora @blood-mocha-latte @lewis-winters @good-night-space-kid @heystovepipeboys @gorgeousundertow @1waveshortofashipwreck + anyone who wants to do it :)
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go-scottishgal14 · 1 year
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UK Times skewers H&M...
After a month of glorious silence, Meghan’s back — as wronged and stoic as ever
Hilary Rose
Wednesday October 05 2022, 12.00pm, The Times
Because I always strive to be a happy little elf, I will start with the happy news. It’s been four weeks, nearly a whole month of glorious silence, since the last episode of Meghan’s podcast.
To recap, previous episodes proved to be the most persuasive argument ever heard for living off-grid. The Duchess of Sussex delayed the next one until the official mourning period for the Queen was over and, to be fair, a month without Meghan is surely what the Queen would have wanted.
But all good things must come to an end and now she’s back, as wronged and stoic as ever, telling the sad truths we must all take on board if we are to become better people. Or something. I won’t lie, these are tough times to be a happy little elf, although the news this week that she employs a fact-checker on the podcast is beyond parody and cheered me up no end. Is one enough? Will she ever develop the ability to fact-check before she opens her mouth?
● Meghan Markle’s Archetypes podcast review — almost entirely preposterous
In this episode, she starts strongly, if incomprehensibly, with ghormeh and larb. Apparently they’re foodstuffs. Her guest is Margaret Cho, a successful Asian-American actress, activist and comedian. Cho has many interesting things to say about the perceptions and stereotypes surrounding Asian-American women, and whole seconds go by in which she is allowed to say them uninterrupted.
Ultimately, though, it falls to Meghan to point out that “all people” are multidimensional and layered, although no mention of elves, which makes me wonder if I am truly seen. She also confides that she loves Los Angeles because it is “full of culture”, which makes me sad, not happy, because if only we had some culture of our own, maybe she’d have stuck around.
It’s been a busy time for the Sussexes. Watching the Queen’s funeral, did they recall hitting back at her with the jibe “Everyone can live a life of service”? Probably not. The brand building is going brilliantly, though, or at least better than that tin-eared visit to a Californian cemetery on Remembrance Sunday.
Only yesterday, in a last desperate plea for privacy, they released new photographs of themselves. Meghan goes for smouldering stateswoman. Harry, bless him, manages something closer to gormless or, in the word of royal biographer Hugo Vickers, sad.
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The Duke and Duchess of Sussex were pictured holding hands before attending the opening ceremony of One Young World in September -- MISAN HARRIMAN
Back home in California, there are reports that they’re trying to row back on the Netflix documentary that pays the mortgage, and that Harry is frantically trying to tone down his memoir now that his father is King. He might be panicking because it’s too mean about Camilla, as some suspect, or he might just want to bring it bang up to date with all the many slights he no doubt feels they suffered while they were here. Some were uniform related, as they always are.
My favourite is the story that Meghan had to be banned from going to Scotland, a country she usually flies straight over. Just this summer, the couple allegedly declined to holiday at Balmoral, when the Queen was still alive, but perhaps the fact-checker can get to the bottom of it.
They’ve parted ways from their American PR company, Sunshine Sachs, which successfully remained in their employment for more than half an hour and deserves a long-service medal with the P45. And they appear to have suffered the indignity of being NFI to the launch of George and Amal Clooney’s charitable foundation.
For legal reasons, we must consider the possibility that they were invited but chose not to go, before snorting into our tea and proceeding. The event featured exactly the sort of Obama-heavy guest list they’d like to be on, and it is exactly the sort of glitzy foundation, honouring worthy people, which they’re struggling to establish for themselves, possibly because the fascination with their navels remains strong.
We don’t yet know the pain they’re feeling about the continued uncertainty over Archie and Lilibet’s titles, but we can be sure they’ll keep it to themselves. Harry spent his entire life cursing his royal title, so it must be excruciating for him that his children may never get to experience the full horror of being an HRH.
Anyone who thinks, “Hmmm, didn’t he once speak about severing the cycle of genetic pain suffered by royal children?” must have misremembered, as Meghan once told a High Court judge. I will leave you with Meghan’s closing remarks, as rendered by the transcript of the podcast, which it warns is automatically generated and may not be accurate. Judge for yourself. I’m just an elf.
“Be yourself your full complete whole layered, sometimes weird, sometimes awesome, but always best.” Quite so. I couldn’t have put it better myself.
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whimsicalmeerkat · 5 months
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20 questions for fic writers!
Thanks for the tag, @thotpuppy! I've been thinking about this off and on the last couple of days. I really do enjoy this sort of thing, both reading others and making my own. Blank after the cut.
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
135. 23 of which are drabbles
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
354,120 total, all since the beginning of 2020
3. What fandoms do you write for?
The big ones are Teen Wolf and Black Jewels., but I also write Perilous Courts and The Hollows, along with some other assorted SFF book fandoms. I have a lot of Men's Hockey RPF fics, but rarely revisit the fandom. Spideypool's another fandom I fell out of at some point.
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Tell Me No Lies (Spideypool, 5k. Explicit, grocery store meet-cute)
my heart was connected (Teen Wolf Steterek, 11k. Explicit. fake SO for the holidays that grew legs and ran away with me)
I give hell my worst (Spideypool, 5.5k. Explicit, merman Peter Parker and pirate Wade Wilson)
just give me one thing that I can hold onto (Teen Wolf Sterek, 9k, Explicit, Derek and Stiles keep waking up naked in the woods)
Joke's On You (The Witcher, Emralt, 12k, soulmates get married for Reasons)
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
I try to respond, but sometimes it takes me a while, especially when I have a lot I want to say.
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Probably it kind of vanishes away (Teen Wolf Dargent, 866 words, Explicit, two sad and lonely men getting off together)
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
I don't know what I would say is the happiest, so I'm going to go with the kitten is happy (Perilous Courts Julien/Whisper, 300 words, Gen) because it's the most unequivocally happy ending I've written in ages.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
No, I've been pretty fortunate. I've gotten a few shitty comments, but nothing I felt the need to dwell on. Another commenter yelled at someone for one of them once, months after the fact. That made me laugh.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Yes. I don't know what this means by kind, exactly. I write a lot of wall/door sex and work knotting in whenever possible, especially if I can make it accidental.
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
As a general rule, no, but I did co-write a Spideypool/Men's Hockey RPF one where Peter Parker was the guy inside the Gritty suit.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
nope
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
nope
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Just the one mentioned in #10
14. What’s your all time favourite ship?
Daemon Sadi/Lucivar Yaslana from Black Jewels
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
Black Jewels modern AU of sorts where magic comes back and I strip out all of the gender bullshit
16. What are your writing strengths?
Characterization is my greatest strength, without doubt. I'm also good at writing banter and funny moments during smut.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
I'm really bad at planning ahead or sticking to a plan I've made. I think overall it's worked out in my writing, but it can get me in trouble during the process. Plot in general isn't a major strength for me.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
I've done a curse or two, but in general I avoid it both because I don't speak any other languages and because I don't think there are many good ways to incorporate translations.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Technically, it's probably the Wheel of Time message board RP I did on Dragonmount in the nineties, but if we're talking about actual fan fiction it's Men's Hockey RPF.
20. Favourite fic you’ve written?
Man, this wasn't easy. I genuinely enjoy my writing and reread my stuff a lot. I'm going to have to go with no words needed (Black Jewels Daemon/Lucivar, 565 words, Explicit, zero dialogue smut with wink kink) because it's different and because I like it more every time I read it.
I'm going to tag @calenlily, @dear-massacre, @mswhich, @pterawaters, and @alondradina, but would love to see anyone else's answers too!
20 questions for fic writers!
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
3. What fandoms do you write for?
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
8. Do you get hate on fics?
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
14. What’s your all time favourite ship?
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
16. What are your writing strengths?
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
19. First fandom you wrote for?
20. Favourite fic you’ve written?
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gggoode · 1 year
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a tiny tiny little christmas thing I started to write then stopped bc it was too sad then cleaned up and posted anyway :) hope ur all having a lovely Christmas if u celebrate and if not, hope ur having a lovely day!
“What did you do for Christmas last year?” 
Gigi kept looking into her coffee cup. She knew Crystal really liked Christmas but she didn’t think she’d ever had a Christmas she’d really enjoyed.  
The word Christmas didn’t fill her with festive cheer. She associated it with awkward visits with grandparents, family fights, her or her mom crying. Not her favourite holiday, all in all. 
Crystal didn’t seem perturbed by her lack of response. “I didn’t know if you’d be visiting your grandparents again but it was right after you told your parents about being trans, right?”
Gigi nodded and Crystal reached over to squeeze her hand, linking their fingers together. 
They’d become girlfriends just that weekend and Gigi had been a bit terrified that things would change between them but it was only Tuesday and they were already out for coffee, just like always. 
The only thing that had changed was Crystal kissing her cheek in greeting and holding her hand, and Gigi liked that. 
“It was,” she agreed. “I spent it alone with my mom. And spent most of the day crying.” 
“Oh my god, Gigi,” Crystal cooed, shifting closer and wrapping an arm around her. “Why were you crying?” 
Gigi shrugged and rested her head on Crystal‘a shoulder. “I felt like I’d caused mom’s divorce. And I missed you, and I kept thinking about how you invited me to spend Christmas with you the year before and how much I wished I was there.” 
“You should have just come over,” Crystal sighed, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. 
Gigi glanced up at her and scrunched up her nose. “I was really a mess.” 
“I would’ve been happy to see you,” Crystal said anyway. She held onto her for a moment before moving onto the question she’d clearly been leading to. “What are you doing for Christmas this year?” 
“Probably the same but hopefully with less crying,” Gigi said. 
Crystal squeezed her tight. “You know my order still stands. My parents would love to have you.” 
Gigi sighed and tilted her head to kiss Crystal’s cheek. “I don’t wanna leave my mom by herself.”
“Bring her. My mom loves her too.” 
Gigi bit her lip. “They have to cook extra food for us.” 
That made Crystal laugh out loud. “There’s three of us and they already cook enough to feed like ten people. We eat leftovers for weeks.” 
Gigi thought about it for a moment. “It would be nice to spend Christmas with my girlfriend,” she said, which made Crystal beam at her. 
“Ask your mom. And don’t try and be polite about it because my parents will be so excited if you both come over.” 
Gigi didn’t really care about politeness at this point. She’d had enough shitty Christmasses at this point that she thought she deserved a good one with her girlfriend. 
~~~~~~
Gigi woke up on Christmas morning to someone stroking her hair. 
“Crys?” she mumbled, shifting in the bed. It still felt weird waking up in Crystal's childhood room.  It always kind of made her feel like a teenager again, but in a good way. Like she was safe and had nothing to worry about. 
“I’m not usually awake before you,” Crystal said cheerfully, kissing the back of her neck. “Merry Christmas, Geege.” 
Gigi couldn’t help smiling. “Merry Christmas,” she murmured as she rolled over. “This is already the nicest Christmas morning I’ve had.” 
“Me too,” Crystal whispered, pressing a kiss to her lips. “I love waking up with you.” 
Gigi could already hear voices downstairs. Usually that would make her anxious but today it was just Mateo and Linda talking and laughing with her mom. Gigi hugged Crystal tight and sighed. “Thank you for having us over,” she whispered. 
Crystal squeezed her. “It was selfish of me. I just wanted to have you here for myself.” 
“So selfish, wanting me to have a nice Christmas,” Gigi agreed sarcastically, brushing her fingers through Crystal’s hair. 
“Do you want some presents?” Crystal asked brightly, sitting up and dragging a stocking up the bed. 
Gigi tucked herself up against Crystal and smiled to herself, watching as she dug some presents out. “You’re such a cutie,” she mumbled. 
Crystal hummed. “I dunno. These are the presents I didn’t wanna give you with our parents watching,” she said, putting a couple of small wrapped gifts on her chest. 
“Is it naughty?” Gigi asked, sitting up a bit straighter to look at the presents. 
“Open them and see,” Crystal said innocently, wrapping her arm around Gigi. 
Gigi smiled at her for a moment longer before starting to open the gifts. One of them was a little set of flavoured lubes which made her snort. 
“I thought the pumpkin spice might be good,” Crystal said, tapping one of the bottles lightly. 
Gigi laughed. “Sounds delicious,” she agreed. “I’m glad you didn’t give me this in front of our parents,” she said softly, tucking the lube bottles in between them. 
“I just know my mom would have asked what it was,” Crystal agreed, kissing her temple. “Then she probably would have wanted to open them to smell them or taste them or whatever.” 
“A lovely family sharing experience,” Gigi mumbled. 
“I definitely didn’t want them seeing these ones,” Crystal said, putting two more little wrapped squares on Gigi’s lap. 
She opened them carefully. One was a bra and the other was a pair of lacy panties, and when she looked at the label it was from a very trans-friendly company she’d been following on Instagram for a while. 
“These are expensive,” Gigi breathed, running her fingers over the material. 
“You kept saving them to your wish list on Instagram,” Crystal said. “I wanted to treat you. And treat me because I get to see you wearing them. If I’m lucky.” 
Gigi pulled her in for a kiss. “Thank you, Crys,” she mumbled. She dug out her presents for Crystal, putting them on her lap. “If you don’t like them I can get you something else.” 
“I’m sure I’ll like them,” Crystal laughed. She tore open the first gift, which was a little bundle of vintage patches Gigi had been collecting for a while. She seemed delighted as she flicked through them, snuggling up against Gigi. “Where did you get these?” 
“Here and there,” Gigi said fondly. “Even when we weren’t talking. I just got them when they made me think of you.” 
Crystal grinned as she tucked them in beside the bottles of lube. “Because you knew we wouldn’t always be apart.” 
“Exactly,” Gigi agreed. She gave her a card too, looping her arm through Crystal’s. 
It was silly. It was a picture of both of them from the Christmas party Jaida had hosted a couple of weeks ago, and Gigi had written ‘Merry Crysmas’ at the bottom. 
“To Crystal,” Crystal read aloud. “Thank you for everything, I can’t wait to spend all my Christmasses with you for the rest of my life,” she continued. 
Her voice broke halfway through the sentence and Gigi pressed her face into her shoulder. 
“All my love, Gigi,” Crystal finished. She set the card aside and turned to wrap Gigi in a cuddle, rocking them back and forth gently. “I love you so much,” she whispered tearfully. 
“I love you too,” Gigi murmured. “But I don’t think my presents are quite as exciting,” she said apologetically. 
Crystal kissed her cheek. “They’re perfect, Geege. You’re perfect.” 
There was a knock at the door as they cuddled. 
“Come in,” Crystal called. 
It was Linda, because of course it was. She beamed at the sight of them and came over to the bed, perching on the edge and pulling them both into a hug. “My two girls,” she said softly. “Merry Christmas.” 
Gigi was busy tucking the lube and lingerie beneath the duvet. “Feliz navidad,” she said, only hugging Linda back when they were hidden. 
Linda squeezed her tight. “You just come down whenever you’re ready, we’re having coffee so there’s no rush,” she said. 
“Thanks, mom,” Crystal said cheerfully. “We’ll be down in a bit.” 
Linda kissed both of their cheeks before standing. “Okay! Just take your time,” she said fondly as she left the room. 
Gigi shifted to sit up straighter. “Shall we go?” 
“She said there’s no rush,” Crystal said airily, pulling her back down to lay against the pillows. Gigi had a second to grin before Crystal was kissing her, making her sigh. 
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Christmas with the Methyds was very different. 
Gigi tensed whenever there was a disagreement, expecting it to blow up into a huge argument that would ruin the day and make everyone cry. 
But it didn’t. Of course it didn’t – when Mateo and Linda disagreed on how they were supposed to cook the turkey, they didn’t fight about it. 
They’d started laughing about a previous Christmas when they’d overcooked it and it had been dry, and another Christmas when they hadn’t defrosted it in time and it hadn’t been edible at all. 
She’d spent the day trying and failing to offer help in the kitchen. Her mom was helping Linda and Mateo but they kept sending Gigi back to the living room to sit with Crystal, insisting that they should enjoy their first Christmas as a couple. 
And that they did. They drank a lot, ate a lot, and spent almost the entire day cuddling. 
It was perfect. By the end of the night she was full of food and more than a little bit drunk, and she couldn’t stop smiling even as she snuggled into bed with Crystal in the new pyjamas Mateo and Linda had bought her. 
“Do you like Christmas now?” Crystal asked, holding her close and tangling their legs together. 
Gigi hummed. “I dunno. I can see why you like it so much,” she murmured. She tilted her head to kiss Crystal, sliding her hands up and under her shirt to touch her back. 
“I love you,” Crystal whispered. “Just wait until I take you to spend Christmas with the rest of my family in Mexico.” 
Gigi gasped. “Yes please,” she agreed eagerly. “I’ll even practice my Spanish if it means Christmas in Mexico.” 
Crystal snorted and rested their foreheads together. “Just wait until you meet my cousins. And you’ll get interrogated by my aunts and uncles.” 
“Worth it to spend Christmas with you,” Gigi whispered, tilting her head until she could kiss her again. 
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weekend-whip · 2 months
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-20 asks for Fic Writers-
hey-lo!! I was tagged by @rainofthetwilight for a fun ask game!! Thank you!! ^-^)/
for tags, any fic writer that comes across this and feels compelled! You have my blessing! Go forth and rant about thy fics!!! Share your words with the world!! Give people new stuff to read!! Flaunt your beautiful achievements!!
. . .
1.How many works do you have on AO3?
19! And counting!
2. What's your total AO3 wordcount?
...791,937 and counting *lies down* (at least most of it is just one fic? Ahaha? ha?)
3. What fandom(s) do you write for?
right now, just ninjago! I wrote for some other fandoms back in the day (with...equally ambitious endeavors) and I initially made my Ao3 account for Definitely Not Ninjago...but, here we are :d
4. What are your top five fics by kudos?
Born to Be a 21st Century Ninja: 1116
Thank You, For Giving Me Wings: 560
Way of the 21st Century Ninja: 546
Assorted Thoughts and Feelings: 201
Married to the Sea: 161 (which I'm sure will get beat-out by GNL here soon haha)
5. Do you respond to comments?
I TRY, REALLY, MOSTLY, AND USUALLY but sometimes I get too excited and things shift through the cracks (hence why I generally make it a habit to respond to stuff I missed before/around/after a big update! That way it's on my mind!)
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
i haven't written it yet I MEAN WHAT it's Married to the Sea. I'm not big on writing overly bad/sad/tragic endings yet
7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Paper Plate Moon, the only fic without an existential crisis of some kind (just a slightly lovesick Kai with a smaller scope crisis) Orrr, A Little More Than Sixteen Candles, which is also about Kai! Except he cries. But it's a happy cry!
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Not yet
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
No
(...wait, there's 'kinds' of smut?!?! do i dare even ask)
10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
Braaaaah I looooooooved crossovers when I was younger. My biggest story from my youth was a crossover. ...I won't be telling you what it is, though. It's part of my dark, mysterious past.
(I also don't count Legacyverse as a crossover, either. It's more of a...fusion! But. Y'know. The roots are there.....)
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Only once, and it was the aforementioned crazy crossover fic from above. They were dealt with very swiftly tho :3
12. What's the longest time you've spent working on a fic? And what's the shortest?
Longest that I've finished would be Born to Be; that took me technically almost two full years to write x-x
Shortest would be all the Aftershock oneshots I manage to speedrun in a few scant hours on holidays lmao
13. Have you ever co-written a fic?
I've triiiiiiiied a couple times in the past; only one attempt was successful though.
14. What's your all time favourite ship? From all the fandoms?
Destiny's Bounty! Man, I adore that ship so much.
15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
THE MERMAID AU or the Jesse Fanseason or all the little prompt things from June '22 that still haunt me to this day or some of legacy!sidestories I should've done ages ago or-
16. What are your writing strengths?
*grabs some stuff from comments* I have strength in character development and providing emotional depth for scenes! *I* also think I write some kickass fight scenes, thank you.
17. What are your writing weaknessess?
BASIC GRAMMAR LMAO and probably using too many commas and ellipses but I am trying to ween myself off of it and incorporate shorter sentences. I always forget to vary up sentence length until the end waaaah
(I also miss typos a lot but I am of the camp that believes it keeps one humble~ *should probably just get a beta reader but hnnng*)
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
Intimidating
19. First fandom you wrote for?
...something video game related
20. Favourite fic you've ever written?
Probably Born to Be just because of how darn big of an achievement it is! and I reread it a lot <3 <3 <3 <3
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lisatheinvader · 11 months
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In a blink of an eye
I wanted to write a short fluff to reflect my feelings after completing the game, enjoy! :)
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It all feels like a dream, the sweetest and, unfortunately, most fragile of dreams before the sunrise, and I’m so helplessly, almost painfully don’t want to wake up. I stand here, in Herbology classroom, for the last time this year, but am I really here? How would I know for sure? The morning sun is gently touching my face, I squint my eyes and the whole room becomes orange, almost as orange as the fiery hair of Garreth Weasley. The weather outside is simply outstanding for a late May day and I hear other students gossiping and chit chatting, but the sounds are muted, like my ears are full of cotton or a puffskein fur. I can sense the lemony-sweet smell of mallowsweet and Poppy’s shampoo, and I want to feel this almost palpable happiness like everyone else today, but… I can’t? All I feel is a bitter taste of sadness on the tip of my tongue, not that great type of sadness I felt when my grandma passed away, but more subtle, confusing one, like when my favourite book character tragically died or I missed my summer holidays because of the flu, the sadness I was even ashamed to feel because of how ridiculous it all sounded in my head. I feel the same now, but I don’t understand why, and it makes me spiralling down in a quicksand of my thoughts more and more.
- Daydreaming in the class? - I emerge back to the reality when professor
Garlic is touching my shoulder. Even such a simple gesture she does so elegantly and airy, like as she was dancing, and I can’t help but thinking she looks like a fairy from my childhood stories.
- It’s alright, you’ve been through a lot. You can relax today. - she smiles at me and proceeds walking around the class, assisting students with crossbreeding Gillyweed and Dittany seedlings, but I already feel fully awake.
- You will write me, bestie, will you? - Poppy wraps her arm around my waist and puts her head on my shoulder. Was she always so small? When did we became best friends? I hug her back in a sudden burst of affection and smile probably for the first time today.
Some Gryffindoors put charms on a bunch of paper birds and now they’re flying around, getting tangled in students’ robes and hair, the air almost vibrates from their laughter, which seems to be as contagious as a dragon pox.
Professor Garlic is looking for volunteers to do a dull sorting job in the greenhouse downstairs and I gladly take the job just to get rid of the feeling that I don’t belong here, and to my relief Sebastian joins to keep me company. Honestly speaking, I’m not sure if that’s his actual reason to volunteer or maybe he’s not feeling the general atmosphere either, but at the moment it doesn’t really matter, I’ve always felt like my soul is resting around him.
- You seem to be a bit off today - says Sebastian while we sort the contents of the boxes without any particular enthusiasm - Are you alright?
I look him right the eyes. Normally they’re almost black, but with the sun like this they’re nearly yellow, like a melted caramel. He has even more freckles now, and I think to myself that he’s definitely sun kissed, and in this whole set up, with his yellow-caramel eyes and messy hair he looks like a cat. “A big wild cat” - I conclude in my head.
- I feel like I missed the whole year - I say. Looking at his face, I’m trying to guess if he feels the same. Somehow I’ve always felt that we’re on the same wavelength of emotional spectrum, or at least on adjacent ones.
- I don’t understand - he seems genuinely confused. I feel like he thinks I’m being silly. - How could you miss the whole year? You are a school star now, there’s hardly anyone who doesn’t know your name and the whole biography by now. - He chuckles a bit, and I can’t help but smile too.
- That’s not what I mean - I stop mid-sentence, trying to pick up my words. Till now I couldn’t really understand the whole complexity of this weird feeling that has been bothering for these last few days. Sebastian is right - I’m basically a new celebrity, the whole Ranrok and Rookwood situation kept me busy from the very first day, I’ve got involved in a tragic, yet bitter-sweet story of a Sebastian himself, I’ve helped Poppy, and Natty, and other students countless times and the whole year flashed in front of my eyes, like a colourful kaleidoscope…
- …In a blink of an eye - I say out loud. - The year has passed in a blink of an eye. And though you’re certainly right about my celebrity status, it feels like I’ve irrevocably missed the most important things. And I will never get them back.
Sebastian looks at me very carefully, or, precisely speaking, looks through me, and for someone it might look like he’s trying to read me, but I know for a fact that it’s not the case - he doesn’t need to read me, he already knows what I mean. He always does.
- Tell me about it - he turns his chair towards me and props his head with a hand, looking even more like a cat in this moment. He’s slightly smiling, the sun is playing on our faces and in this whole room, making dust in the air looking almost like a golden powder, and with every minute I feel like the tension is leaving my body, bringing me such a desirable feeling of relief.
- While everyone was making friends, gossiping, falling in love, slacking in classes and experiencing actual school life I was saving the wizardkind from the greatest war ever, and though it’s certainly a great honour to be a part of it, I feel like… I haven’t actually been a student. I miss it.
I make a deep sigh. It feels better after putting my words into verbal form.
- You need to look at the bigger picture - he says while playing with mallowsweet inflorescence, twisting it in between his fingers - What’s important is not the quantity, but the quality.
- The quality? - I ask.
- Precisely. You may have missed a few classes, a few dozen of gossips and boring school event you most definitely would forget anyway, but those events you have attended will carve into your memory for years and the people you have made connections with… Well, at least some of them are decent.
I burst out with laughter and Sebastian laughs as well, so loud that curious passers-by have to check out on us. Was it always so bring in the room?
- Seriously though - he continues as soon as he’s able to speak again - You know I’m right. The connections you’ve made this year are unique, and the friendships with Poppy, or Natty, or even bloody Weasley I’m sure will last for a long time, if not forever, because they’re real. It’s all that matters.
His voice subsides with every word, I can see the reflection of a deep, gooey pain he’s recently been through and can’t wrap my brain around how strong he is. I feel an enormous warm wave of gratitude in my chest towards this boy with caramel eyes, for every selfless, genuine thing he did for me this year and for every not so pleasant lesson he taught me too. He looks surprised when a grab his hand, though not pulling away.
- What about us? - I ask - Do you think we made a connection for life?
- I don’t think - he answers as he puts a mallowsweet inflorescence in my hair - I know we do.
The sun is playing on our faces and in this whole room, making dust in the air looking almost like a golden powder, and I feel that almost palpable happiness with every cell, every inch of my body. Actually, even something bigger, than that…
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ciaossu-imagines · 11 months
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Okay, but I have always been a sucker for a lot of K polyships. I chose one of my favourites to write about, for this prompt! I think it’s the polyship that will go over the best and hope any fans of the show enjoy these Fushimi/Reader/Yata headcanons!
Who cries when someone dies in a movie?
Fushimi doesn’t really get attached to fictional characters and doesn’t strongly get into movie plots, so it’s really hard to get him involved enough in a movie or show to the point he’d even be really upset or sad about what’s happening. Yata would get more involved, but he wouldn’t cry because it’s ‘not manly’, no matter how sad the situation is. He really hates anyone seeing him cry and does his best to never do so. However, Fushimi might lightly tease you if you cry at movies and would probably shut the film off if he thought it was bothering you that much, while Yata would definitely shut it off and try to divert your attention to happier things if you cry at films because, Jesus, there’s nothing that makes this boy more upset or flustered than having you cry.
Who wears the ugly holiday garb?
Fushimi would never. Like, no amount of begging or pleading or whining is going to convince him to wear whatever the hell that tacky-ass piece of clothing is supposed to be. Yata would be embarrassed about it and would never normally choose to wear it but would still wear ugly holiday garb if you asked him too, especially if you do the puppy dog eyes, since he’s legit unable to refuse whenever you do.
Who pays for the meals?
I feel like Fushimi pays for the meals a lot of the times. Yata isn’t exactly flush with cash and isn’t great at handling money, so he doesn’t normally have the funds to pay for dinner, which does bother him a bit. Fushimi also knows this and just covers the check a lot of the time and, in one of his quietly kind ways, doesn’t ever bring it up or see it as much of a thing at all.
Who slams the oven door and who plays the trombone?
Fushimi is out. Fuck no, he’s not doing either; this is really stupid. Yata would play the trombone and have you rock out on that oven door though, no questions even asked, he is so down for it. Does he actually manage to play the trombone? Probably not but he has fun trying.
Who brings home stray animals?
It’s probably going to be you. Yata gets tempted sometimes but usually knows that he wouldn’t be the best of pet owners because of all the time he spends away from home. Fushimi doesn’t try to bring animals home and would deny a pet, but like…strays seem to naturally gravitate towards him because animals are actually really fond of him. He’d probably feed the strays, but they stay outside and he refuses to call any animal his pet. He’s weirdly defensive about it all, actually.
Who leaves the bathroom door open?
Fushimi not only closes that door but locks it…Yata normally closes the door but he does forget every now and then. Normally, though, it’s only really late at night when he wakes up and has to pee. He never fully wakes all the way up and is still half-asleep and just kind of taking care of his body’s needs on impulse so it’s just a slip of a mind that isn’t fully working.
Who tells the ‘dad jokes’?
It would have to be you. Fushimi doesn’t tell dad jokes; his humour is more biting wit and tons of sarcasm. Yata finds dad jokes strangely hilarious but doesn’t really tell them.
Who wants kids more?
Honestly, I pretty strongly headcanon that neither man wants children. With the father he had, Fushimi has a fear, deep down in his heart and gut, that he’d just end up being like his father…he just won’t risk it. And I think that, while he’s not opposed to children, Yata just doesn’t feel any particular urge to have children of his own. If you really want to be with them, it’s something you’re going to have to accept.
Who travels more?
I feel like, because of who they are as clansmen, neither Fushimi or Yata really travel too far away from their respective clans or really feel too much urge to travel. If you really wanted to travel, they would travel with you but they’d prefer shorter trips and definitely plenty of advance notice.
Who spends more cash?
I mentioned above, but Yata actually really isn’t that great with money. He tries and he does always make sure that his bills are covered, but after that he has a tendency to eat through his cash pretty quickly. It almost burns a hole in his pocket. Fushimi is better with his cash by far. Budgeting is almost automatic and natural to him and he always knows, just off the top of his head, how much he has to spend, what is in his savings, and so on.
Who buys the things in infomercials?
It would have to be you, if anyone…Yata finds infomercials really annoying and flips away from the channel he sees any on, while Fushimi thinks all of the products shown in infomercials are scams and wouldn’t spend money on something he can’t physically see before buying.
Who draws in the dust on their cars?
I feel like, if all of you had cars, Fushimi would be the one writing a big ‘wash me’ in the dust, while Yata is actually, though he hates having it pointed out because it kind of flusters him, the one to notice that yours or Fushimi’s cars are really dirty and then proceed to wash the car for you guys.
Who starts the snowball fights?
There are no snowball fights with these two men. Fushimi thinks himself too mature for such things nowadays and Yata just plain out refuses because the last time, back in middle school, he had a snowball fight with Fushimi, Yata swears he cheated somehow. In other words, Fushimi kicked his ass in that snowball fight and Yata is still a little sour over it.
Who throws away the directions to things?
Yata doesn’t think he needs directions. He knows what he’s doing; he’s got this. The directions get thrown out right away and no matter how much he struggles with whatever it was that the instructions came with, he’s not admitting defeat and using them.
Who puts up holiday décor?
Okay, but for the first holiday together, it’s actually really important to Yata to put the decorations up together. While it will get less important the longer the three of you are together, that first holiday together means so much to Yata and he just really wants everything about it to be perfect.
Who is more likely to forget to bathe?
Surprisingly, this is Fushimi. He can get really preoccupied with other things and gets really hyper-focused on things and will forget to do basic things like bathing, eating, or sleeping. He really needs to be reminded and made to do those things when he gets in that headspace and, while he’ll be annoyed with it in the moment, he does actually appreciate it after he’s finished with whatever’s got him so preoccupied.
Who gets more obsessed about things?
Again, as the answer above strongly hints at, it’s definitely Fushimi. Yata has a bit of an obsessive streak too, but Fushimi gets more deeply obsessed with things or people and holds that obsession for a lot longer.
Who sings in the shower more often?
This one would have to be you, dear reader. Fushimi doesn’t often sing, which is a shame because he really does have a pleasant singing voice. Yata is one of those types of people who face the shower faucet when he showers, so his eyes and mouth are usually tightly closed while showering.
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Hi!!
I'm here again with another request :)
For the gotham villains hc: how would they be in a polyamorous (again :) srry but i'm obsessed), i mean how would they act? Something will change? Will they become more jealous? I hope its clear ':)
(Specifically the roman sionis x reader x joker bc its my favourite yk... *embarassed face*)
(Only if you are comfortable obv)
Thank you so much anyways, i LOVE your blog <333
Hello againnnn, you are very welcome ❤️ I'll be using the same examples as last time if that's okay? Please let me know if I've gotten something wrong with polyamory. I know very little details and this is just my interpretation of how the characters would manage it.
The Riddler: He really cannot handle you having feelings for someone else. Like his possessiveness, narcissism etc just won't allow it. It will definitely make him more competitive around Scarecrow and the mere sight of him makes Edward incredibly angry. He just can't shake the feeling Scarecrow is stealing you from him. That often sends him into spirals, was he just not enough for you? Did you not understand the genius he really is? He feels he has to prove himself and diminish your feelings to Jonathan as to which...Good luck with that Edward.
Scarecrow: Openly he doesn't show any upset. Whilst he might hold you at arms length somewhat, he simply can't give himself to you completely, worried that he'll lose you. Plus he knew what Edward was like. That kind of gave Jonathan pleasure. The knowledge that your feelings for both men would be ripping Edward apart from the inside. However, he tolerates your love for both men and if that makes you happy then so be it. Although he would only be able to handle that there is one other partner other than him. If you brought another into the situation then Jonathan would probably leave. Jonathan -as well as Edward- were neglected emotionally so naturally they do better with relationship that are monogamous and they have all the attention, not worrying that they give their all to someone, only for that person to leave or have favourites. Jonathan just won't do competition in that regard. He'll just leave.
Two-Face: Pretty okay with polyamory since there is technically two of him. So bringing Oswald into the picture didn't really bother him on that point. He just found Cobblepot annoying, personally. Like of all people it had to be him? Although deep down, both know that they can trust Oswald to keep you safe and happy. Just like he could count on Oswald to be a dick and act like he's better at him at everything and that Dent won't just kick him in the face one day.
Penguin: Personally finds it easier to run his business knowing you won't constantly be alone. After all, you have Two-Face too. Although sometimes it becomes like a weird custody battle. He'll phone Dent demanding to know you're alright and where you are. Or he'll decide to take time off so ditch Harvey and spend time with him. You have to remind the two at times that you also have a phone and they simply just have to phone or text if they're worried. Yes it did take pointing out the similarities to a bitter custody battle between who gets the kid on holidays and weekends for Oswald to tone it down. All three of you could admit that was a little weird of a dynamic to have. Yet sometimes he just couldn't help himself.
Black Mask: He knew what he was getting into when you two became official...BUT THE CLOWN? The most loving statement Roman could give the Joker is that sometimes he just wants to strangle him to death rather than slowly and brutally murder him. For Roman that's a big step! However all that goes out the window when you get upset or sadded because the Joker is off in his own little world and has, again, forgotten you exist. Over and over again, it's you chasing after him and Roman is tired for you. He's tried convincing you to leave the Joker. You haven't budged. It drives him nuts. Although there is a downside to this relationship with Roman. A deal he made with you showing he was really in it for himself. He allowed you to have relationships with others- the Joker- but in return he got to have his own fun. He claims to find it only fair. That surely if you could look elsewhere then so could he. It completely goes over his head that he's talking about hook ups, strippers and prostitutes. Whilst you're relationships we're actually consented to by all parties and long term. This wasn't the same thing as sleeping around. Yeah...need to work out some details but even if he fights you on it, he hasn't actually cheated on you. So his actions were very different from his words there. Plus his jealousy is through the roof any time you even
Joker: So he's the most chill of them all but the worst of them all. If he does love you, he certainly doesn't act like it most of the time as he seems to forget you every three minutes. It causes a lot of strain in the relationship between you two and often leaves you upset. Naturally you then run off to Roman and that puts heat between Roman and the Joker. Its honestly just a big mess. As for his view on sharing you with Roman, he doesn't care. He'll often make jokes about you liking the more rough types. Yes, including that way. Let's not sit and pretend the Joker has a filter. He's always happy to see you, he just forgets you exist with every move he makes. Does it help if I said he appreciates you?
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Thess vs Boxing Day
Huh. You learn some really interesting historical shit, and a fair bit about how low your country of residence has stooped, when you look up a simple little thing like “How did Boxing Day start?” to add a little historical sidebar to a Tumblr post.
Well, for starters, I always kind of wondered which were the twelve days of Christmas, specifically. Well, apparently we should be getting or giving turtle doves today, because it is the second day of what is liturgically known as Christmastide.
Anyway, Boxing Day started here in the UK, and mostly you’ll find Commonwealth countries ceiebrating it today, and some other parts of what were considered part of the British Empire (except for the US, who apparently yeeted that into the harbour along with the tea or something, I dunno). In Europe, it’s St Stephen’s Day. Now, here in its country of origin, Boxing Day is a Bank Holiday, which means reduced shop opening hours, reduced bus service, and everybody stays home and eats leftovers, basically. Most of the countries I know about, though ... whether or not they call it Boxing Day specifically, it’s a shopping holiday; kind of like Black Friday, just with a different sort of historical revisionism attached. I mean, when I was a kid, my father told me that we called it “Boxing Day” because we boxed up all the gifts we didn’t want, picked up the gift receipts, and headed out to exchange them. That never quite rang right to me - I was pretty sure that Boxing Day existed before gift receipts, at least - but I never bothered to look up what it actually meant. Until today.
Boxing Day is supposed to be a day about giving to the poor, servants, or any less fortunate. It’s a day where people gave a parcel to their household staff, postal worker, errand boy, people like that. But before that ... aaaaaaaand now I know what the Christmas carol Good King Wenceslas is all about. The church would give alms to the poor on St Stephen’s Day (or the Feast of Stephen), and the ‘Good King Wenceslas’ of the carol is based on an actual person - Saint Wenceslaus 1, Duke of Bohemia, who was canonised for his generosity and charity after his death. According to legend, he was assassinated by his brother, Boselaus the Cruel. Apparently Wenceslaus is some kind of Arthur figure, complete with myth about his resurrection and discovery of Very Important Sword (under a stone, though, sensibly enough). Gotta love the Czechs.
Anyway, point is that today’s supposed to be a day of giving to the less fortunate, and in this country at least, to those who worked so hard for you all year, for far less than you make. And what’s happening today? Massive queues outside Selfridge’s as people hunt for bargains, and strike action by public transport workers who don’t want their jobs downsized to oblivion and maybe to be paid enough to live on. Honestly, I don’t blame anyone for wanting to get the things they need as cheaply as possible at this point, and insane Boxing Day sale prices are probably the only way a lot of people can afford some things. But while Boxing Day hasn’t been about giving for a long time, the fact that it’s currently a day to claw just anything needful away from those who have been taking from us all year just to add to their hoard of money so large that it’s functionally meaningless ... it makes me really sad.
So there you have it: another historical snippet and piece of socioeconomic commentary by everybody’s favourite tick in the “Other” box crammed into human form, Thess. Happy Boxing Day, or St Stephen’s Day, or whatever you celebrate. I may not be able to give you all a parcel or meaningfully provide a tangible gift, this is supposed to be a time for appreciating those who work hard with little or no reward for the ultimate benefit of others. So I’m going to appreciate you guys; everybody on this hellsite. You don’t do this for profit. You don’t do this for fame. Yet you provide stories and songs and artwork and fun trivia facts and tutorials on everything from science to history and way, way beyond. You provide support of the emotional variety so often. You give what’s so often taken for granted - enjoyment, comfort, carefully-researched facts, and ... I guess hope? Hope that not everyone in the world is a complete shitbird. So thank you, Tumblr and those who lurk within. For being you.
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