#// hi yes tysm for liking the starter call!!

[goddessrisen]

         though   the   divine   phoenix   could   never   wholly   forget   the   celestial   palace,   forever   homesick   for   a   place   she'd   never   return   to,   the   night   court   offered   a   much-needed   reprieve.   more   specifically,   the   court   of   dreams.   velaris   was   so   similar   to   her   abandoned   palace   that   she'd   oft   spend   hours   exploring   the   sprawling   city   hidden   from   the   world.   even   now,   some   millennia   later,   the   quiet   awe   it   first   inspired   when   first   created   never   fully   left.   this   little   piece   of   home,   a   gift,   softened   the   ancient   fae's   heart,   forever   aligning   her   with   the   court. 

         hyeon's   gaze   turned   from   the   sky,   slowly   blinking   as   she   came   back   to   herself.   the   soft   glow   of   ever-faithful   moon   cast   her   ethereal   visage   in   divine   light,   softening   harsh   edges.   a   gentle   reminder   that   though   she'd   fallen     &&     been   made   again,   she   was   never   truly   alone.   a   quiet,   self-deprecating   scoff   fell   past   parted   lips   at   her   own   melancholy.   a   slender   hand   swiped   over   her   face,   fingers   massaging   the   bridge   of   her   nose.

         slippered   feet   whispered   against   marble   stone,   delicately   side-stepping   any   who   crossed   into   her   path.   though   brilliant   wings   lay   flat   against   her   slender   body,   they   were   still   a   beacon   of   who   she   was.   molten   amber   casually   roamed   over   passing   faces,   silken   flesh   quirked   into   a   soft   smile   as   she   greeted   known   fae,   though   her   pace   never   faltered.   a   self-appointed   task   she   would   not   stray   from. 

         subtle,   muffled   music   alerted   hyeon   that   she'd   arrived   far   sooner   than   she'd   expected.   a   small,   genuine   smile   pulled   at   lush   flesh,   the   faint   glow   of   cassiopeia's   sign   a   sight   for   sore   eyes.   the   celestial   being   slipped   through   the   front   door,   long   legs   automatically   headed   toward   the   bar.   it   had   been   far   too   long   since   she'd   been   allowed   to   relax     &&     indulge.

             ❝     &&       how   fares   thee,   darling     ??       ‘tis   been   a   while   since   i’ve   the   chance   to   visit.       ❞     hyeon's   predatory,   ever-watchful   gaze   turned   toward   the   other,   lips   quirked   into   a   teasing   smile   as   her   head   tilted   to   the   side.

@casiopiea / x

[taylorklosscomeout138]

hi, i really like your theory for maroon and now the ghosting date.

i’m not sure if this would help or not as additional info but in canada/commonwealth countries 11/11 is remembrance day (i know in the us its called veterans day). the poppy being the symbol to emerge from the great war due to the popularity of “In Flanders Fields”, a canadian poem, which according to wikipedia was first published Dec 8, 1915.

just thought cause she’ll be in canada for the remaining dates and (not sure if it was you) someone said K is the 11th letter, so maybe its time to remember her cause they honour those that fought and survived the great war.

hi! For starters, tysm I appreciate that! Much more to come, I actually have some information on how I believe I decoded The Bejeweled MV to tell what day the events are, but I'll be submitting that to Spade later!

As far as your first statement, yes the reason remembrance day is 11/11 is because of The Great War/World War I, and that is exactly why Taylor uses "place a poppy in my hair" as the poppy takes place after her and her lover survived The Great War. The end, which as I had mentioned previously, ended on the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month.

So we can infer the ending of The Great War within the song is 11/11/24 or beyond.

The poppy becoming the symbol of choice due to that poem however is not something I was aware of! I find it very interesting that the publishing date is Dec 8th considering Tour ends Dec 8th and my theory about the Dec 13th coming out following shortly after.

In regards to the mention of K=11, I was not the original commenter of that yesterday under my post but yes I did respond to it reinforcing it and yes I have been aware that 11/11 = K/K for quite some time!

It's been the core basis of my theory as to why on 11/11/21 Taylor said the can I plan something 3 years in advance and that she was going to try to do it quote. Exactly 3 years later is Nov 10th 2024 or if we go strictly off of the date it would be 11/11/24. Either works. And I think both apply. Nov 10th being the ghosting and Nov 11th being the breakup, whether it's figurative for the plot or a literal breakup announcement.

I agree with the idea that this was purposeful as 11/11 or the end of The Great War will mark a milestone that leads to the freedom of Kaylor.. in which for the longest I could only see this as being the FINAL bearding breakup before the curtain is pulled on everything. Hence why she is also walking the yellow brick road lately.

But now that that date is upon us... we will soon know if all of the above is true. I am anticipating tomorrow just as much as the rest of you and I feel truly honored to see my research and theories come/coming to life!

If you or anyone has any other questions or information, take this as an open invitation to do so! I'd love to share what I can offer <3

[myherowritings]

PART 5. THE INHERENT EROTICISM OF BUTTONING SOMEONE’S CLOTHES

SUMMARY. Todoroki Shouto was a wealthy, young CEO who inherited his father’s enterprise. You were a barista at a local cafe who wouldn’t mind some extra cash. One day, Shouto came in during an early morning shift and tipped you such a large sum of money, you were certain it had to have been an accident. To your surprise and complete pleasure: It was not.

PAIRING. ceo!todoroki shouto x barista!reader

WORD COUNT. 3.0k

GENRE. ceo/barista au, fluff, eventual smut

WARNINGS. sexual tension !! and umm sexual frustration ;p, not explicit but prob rated 16+, just read the title of this chapter BAHAHA

A/N. sorry this is coming a little later than planned ! :( but i hope the dressing room scene can make up for it u.u tysm for reading and for all the feedback! enjoy :3 xx sof

SERIES MASTERLIST

© myherowritings — all rights reserved. reposting, modifying, copying, or translating of any kind is not allowed. do not read my writing as asmr. do not plagiarize.

What were you supposed to wear to a shopping date? you asked yourself. Not that today was a date or anything. Though maybe you sort of wished it were… 

The Naruhata Charity Gala was in a little over a week and Shouto would be coming over to pick you up in less than one hour and you still sat in your room with nothing but a towel on feeling more and more hopeless. 

It was a strange dilemma. He met you in your work apron wearing an unflattering work shirt and work pants. And when you met up over the weekend previously, you never paid too much mind on what you would wear. In fact, you were positive he wouldn’t even care how you looked. So why was it such a big deal to you now? 

Probably because of your recent admission of your growing feelings towards him, you thought crossly. 

In your defense, it wasn’t like it was your fault! Right? Seeing someone everyday… Wanting to see someone everyday… Texting regularly about the most random things, having the most banal objects you saw throughout the day remind you of something Shouto did or said… With all those occurrences it would’ve been practically impossible to not start crushing on him! 

Time passed as you stared at your ceiling blankly. If you kept this up, he was bound to show up in your house and find you half-naked. (Now that you mentioned it, that didn’t sound like the worst idea. But it wasn’t something you’d randomly spring upon someone.)

“Get up, Y/N!” you scolded yourself, rolling off your bed and heading towards your closet. 

In the end, you ended up settling for another variation of your usual go-to outfit and called it a day. It happened to be perfect timing since, by the time you finished getting ready, you got a new message on your phone. 

Shouto: Parked in front of your place

Shouto: Sorry I’m a little early. You can take your time getting ready :)

Y/N: it’s okay i’m ready now!! 

After hitting send, you put your shoes on, gathering your belongings you wanted to bring with you, and headed out the door. Excited to hang out with Shouto again, you walked with a skip in your step down the path until you reached his car. 

“Hi!” You waved through his half-opened, tinted window. To no one’s surprise, his car was a sleek black color with dark, tinted windows, and gold details along the sides. If it didn’t look so oddly sexy you would’ve laughed at how cutely dorky he was for matching his car with his credit card. “This is one hot car.”

He turned his head to the side when you entered the passenger’s seat. “Should I turn the AC higher?” 

“Huh— Oh!” You stifled a giggle when you processed the pun he made. “You’re funny, Shouto.” 

He only looked a little confused. “Thank you.” 

The interior of his car was no less—for lack of better term—sexy than the outside. Leather seats, a large screen for the radio and carplay, and the dashboard and side doors lit up a nice blue color. 

“Pretty!” you complimented, poking at the colorful light.

“Want to pick a color?” 

Your eyes widened. “It can change colors?!” 

Shouto nodded.

“Can it be pink?” you asked intently. 

“Light pink or hot pink?”

“Light.”

He swiftly obliged and with a hit of a touchscreen button, the interior lighting changed from blue to pastel pink. 

“Green!”

It turned green.

“Orange!”

Cue the orange. 

“Purple?” 

Purple. 

Once you were thoroughly satisfied with Shouto showing you the whole color selection (you were almost embarrassed to admit it kept you entertained for a good ten minutes), you settled on a bright turquoise that reminded you of the color of his left eye. 

“Ooh, this color! My favorite,” you said simply, giving him a wide smile. 

A faint blush dusted his cheeks as he developed a sudden interest in adjusting his rearview mirror. “Hm.”

Shouto drove the rest of the way in a comfortable silence, occasionally asking how your week was outside of work and what type of outfit you wanted to wear so he could have a better idea on where to take you. 

“Did you eat?” he suddenly asked when he hit the next stoplight, one hand holding the wheel and the other resting comfortably on the gear shift. 

His hands looked nice and slender and soft to the touch. Pretty hands, you thought but shook yourself out of it because you could go down a rabbit hole of examining his hands and going into detail about them. 

You remembered the single, measly granola bar you had due to your rush getting ready. “I didn’t really eat yet, no. Did you?”

He shook his head and pulled into a food plaza with lots of stores to choose from. The two of you agreed on a noodle restaurant that apparently had some of the best cold soba (once you learned it was his favorite food, you wanted to be able to have some with him and today was the perfect opportunity to do just that) and promptly headed to the location. 

In the shop, a waiter sat the two of you down at a dimly lit booth with the perfect amount of ambience that if someone were to casually look over, they might even mistake this outing as a date. 

You grinned at the thought. 

“Excited for the soba?” asked Shouto, examining the smile on your face thoughtfully. 

That’s not why you were smiling, but it was close enough. “Mhm. And the udon. You can never go wrong with noodles!” 

Yes, you got both udon and soba. But in your defense, where else would the fun in life be if not in sugary sweets and carbs? 

As the two of you waited for your main dishes, you ate some fish cakes and edamame while talking about the ways in which capitalism could be dismantled. Rather sexy of him, if you did say so yourself. 

Before you knew it, you were done with your meal and headed back into his car to go fancy-people shopping. On the remainder of the ride, you asked yourself what color you should pick that would match well with both you and Shouto. After all, nothing said a cute couple who totally liked each other going on a totally real date to a gala like color-coordinated outfits, right?

He parked in front of a street of buildings with a dark glass reaching from ceiling to floor with security guards at the door. Just standing near it made you feel fancy. 

“This is a place my sister told me she liked,” he said, leading you to the store front with his hand on the small of your back to guide you. “I hope you’ll find something to your liking.”

You tried your best not to pay too much attention to the warmth you felt both on your back and your stomach from the fuzzy feelings that spread. 

“Hello, welcome!” the both of you were greeted as you walked through the doors. The interior of the store was lined with designer dresses, some long, some short, and all incredibly stunning. There were only a few other patrons in the store, but all of them looked so elegant as they tried on their dresses. “It’s so lovely to see you again Mr. Todoroki.”

Shouto nodded subtly. “Hello. This is Y/N, my date to the gala who’ll need your assistance today.”

“Hi!” you chimed in at his cue. “Nice to meet you.” 

The worker smiled and made her way over to you. “And you as well. I’m Masuda and I’ll do my best to make sure you leave the store satisfied with your purchase! Did you have a particular style or perhaps color in mind?”

“Umm,” you said sheepishly, looking around the wide variety of clothings and unsure where to start. “I’m not too sure. It’s my first time going to one of these things so maybe something comfortable, but also still...fancy?” You scratched the back of your neck. “Does that even exist?”

“Of course— Just have to find something that feels comfortable to you.” She told you to hold on one moment as she disappear into the rows of fabric. 

As Masuda collected some starter dresses for you to try on, a customer walked by with bags of clothes in her hands, her gaze lingering on Shouto, though neither of you paid her much mind. 

“In this setting, you look almost fit to be a sugar daddy,” you said jokingly, looking around in awe at the sophisticated yet lavish dresses. “You take all your sugar babies here?”

“Only the ones I really like,” he teased back. His voice was deadpan but there was the telltale hints of a smirk on his face to let you know he was only messing with you.

The door chimed to signal that a customer left and by then Masuda had returned with bundles of fabric draped on her arm. She led you away in a hurry and you hesitantly looked back at Shouto who followed in a safe distance. Seeing your moment of panic, he gave you an encouraging smile that somehow was enough to ease a significant fraction of your nerves. This may be new and confusing territory, but at least he was here to help you through it. 

Masuda set a dressing room up for you—it was one of those rooms in the middle of the store with curtains that reached the ceiling and mirrors all around—and placed a bunch of outfits she thought would suit your taste. It reminded you of when a bride would go wedding dress shopping with their family. When you had enough outfits for the first round, she told Shouto to sit down on a leather seat in front of your dressing room while he waited for you to try the different dresses on. 

In a way, it felt oddly intimate: Shouto sitting just a few feet in front of you as you undressed, only separated by the veil of a curtain. Would he offer to help button the back of your dress up, fingers brushing against your bare skin? The thought made you feel almost hot inside as you changed out of your street clothes and into the first dress. 

Unfortunately for you, this dress had no such difficult buttons to reach. 

“How’s it look?” you asked shyly as you emerged from the dressing room. 

The dress was pretty and didn’t feel uncomfortable to walk in, but there wasn’t any sort of attachment you felt towards it. In other words, it was simply...meh. 

Shouto looked up from his phone to take in the sight of you. He smiled. “You look amazing as always.” 

“You think so?” You spun around and curtseyed jokingly and he chuckled. “I don’t think it’s bad, but I’m not sure if it’s the right one.” 

“We’ll be here until you find the right one you want, then. Take your time, Y/N.” 

His voice was normally on the deeper side, but it sounded even more sensual and gravelly at this very moment. You felt goosebumps on your arms and it wasn’t just because of the sleeveless dress you currently had on. 

“T-Thanks, Shouto,” you murmured, turning around and walking back into the changing room to hide the look on your face. You didn’t even know what kind of look you had on your face, but you knew it was one that might give too much away. 

It wasn’t fair that he had to be so sweet and caring and thoughtful and handsome and rich… Most guys you met barely fit into one of those criteria, let alone all five. (Sure, the last two weren’t necessary in your opinion, but you couldn’t deny they were a nice bonus.) It was too bad you had no clue how he felt about you. 

There were moments where he felt flirty and teasing, like maybe he viewed you in a more-than-friends way. But other times he was so polite and proper and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was just being nice because that’s simply the sort of person he was to everyone. 

While you were trying to sort through all your thoughts, you completely forgot to change into a new dress the whole time you were in here. 

You saw a shadow at the floor of the curtain before a voice said, “Y/N? Are you okay in there?” 

Jumping at the sound, you scurried to put the next dress on, a blue one with almost translucent fabric and a delicate neckline. Judging from the proximity of Shouto’s voice and the shadow of his shoes, he was right next to you as you changed. 

“I’m okay!” you managed, hoping you didn’t sound as wobbly as you felt. You held the dress closed at the back, fumbling with the fastens. “I just, ah, needed help buttoning this one up.” 

A light ruffle on the curtain then a pause. “Should I...come in and help?” 

Your eyes widened, not expecting him to actually offer to button it up like you fantasized earlier. You fully thought he might called the worker to aide you just so he wouldn’t risk making you uncomfortable. (Not that he would’ve. At all.) 

“I apologize,” he said somewhat tensely after you didn’t respond. “That was indecent of me—”

“No, no!” you said profusely, poking your head out of the curtain while holding the fabric at the front of your dress to your chest. You tilted your chin to meet his gaze with a determined one of your own. “I’d love your help, Shouto.” 

With a dusting of pink coloring his cheeks, he nodded and entered your dressing room. “This dress is a nice color on you.” His voice was loud against the silence. 

Shouto ran his hand down the length of your spine and then up to unfold the column of buttons on your dress that curved inwards at your movement, his knuckles grazing against your skin like lightning striking water. You jolted at the sudden feeling but he didn’t remove his touch when he felt it.

“Sorry.” His voice was low, almost like a whisper. “Was just getting the buttons out.”

“N-No worries!”

His fingers began working on the bottom-most button at your lower back as he applied a steady pressure on the base of your spine to control the motion. Shouto slowly began his way up, fingertips cold to the touch. But you knew that wasn’t the only reason you felt yourself shiver. As he fastened the dainty buttons with immense concentration (much more concentration than was actually needed to fasten buttons, you were sure), you felt the heat of his breath tickling the back of your neck. You almost couldn’t keep yourself from arching your back in a mixture of anticipation and delight at his constant touch. 

When he finished the last button, Shouto let one hand rest on your hip, grasping the fabric between his fingertips to examine its silken texture. Your breath caught in your throat as you stepped back and bumped into his chest, but he was already there to steady you. 

With his arm on your waist and your back leaning against his chest, you made eye contact through the mirror in front of you. You weren’t sure if the pounding you felt was from your heart or his or a combination of both. 

There was something almost erotic about holding each others’ gaze in the mirror after Shouto just helped you dress, the two of you still not letting the other go despite the task being complete. 

“The dress… You look gorgeous,” he said, not taking his eyes off you for one moment. 

You nodded slowly. It did look amazing on you. And it was breathable and soft. (Plus, Shouto liked it, which made you happier than you’d care to admit.) “The only downside would be I need help getting into it.”

“We could get ready together so it’s no issue.” 

“I’d...also need help getting out of it.” 

You held your breath as his eyes darkened, his grip on your waist tightening ever so slightly in a way that made you curve your back before you remembered you were flush against Shouto and he could feel even the most subtle of movements coming from your body. But by the time you stopped yourself, it was too late. He already felt it and you wanted more.

His voice was hoarse. “I could help you with that too.”

Instead of beginning to unbutton the dress like part of you thought he would, he surprised you by spinning you around to face him, your shoulder blades pressed against the cool glass of the mirror and your palms lingering on the muscles of his warm chest. The contrast of the cold glass and Shouto’s body heat left a shiver down your spine.

“And how do you plan to help take off my dress when you can’t even see the buttons?” you said challengingly, a smirk on your face despite knowing full well your body was showcasing just how affected you were by this situation. By Shouto.

He tilted his head to the side in response to your daring tone, hands swiftly finding their way to your back and unbuttoning the top five buttons. It wasn’t enough to completely expose your breasts, but it was enough to loosen the fabric at the neckline in a way that made you gasp. 

“Seems doable to me,” he commented. 

You tugged him down slightly by the collar of his shirt. “I don’t quite believe you. Maybe you should prove it.” 

A guttural noise sounded from the back of his throat as he cupped your jaw and leaned in closer. You inched forward, eager to meet his lips. But before they could touch, a knock came from the wall next to the curtain, causing the two of you to freeze in your spots, bodies pressed against each other in an intimate flush.

“Hello, Y/N?” said Masuda cheerfully, blissfully ignorant about what was about to happen in a public dressing room in the middle of the store. “How are the dresses coming along? Did you like any?”

“Ah, actually…” you trailed off, exchanging frustrated but amused glances with Shouto. “I think we’ll take this one.”

a/n: so...mirror sex/sex in a dressing room as a bonus chapter? u.u why yes of course. i’m one step ahead; did u even have to ask? LMAO and hm i wonder if y/n’s fEeLiNGs~ are reciprocated skfkfkdg ALSO THEY WERE SO CLOSE TO KISSING BUT DIDN’T I CRY hopefully the wait will be worth it ;3

what to expect in the next part:

GALA TIMEEEE

yes y/n finally gets the fancy candy they so desired

we get to see shouto’s sexy penthouse

shouto says eat the rich >:c

[bbiemochi]

I love the ask box name for starters omj,,, also may I request a diluc x blind reader (oneshot, headcanons, whatever you can do for this <3)? As someone who seriously needs glasses to see straight and who has been previously blind I’d love to see this, take your time and tyvm in advance

ps may you tag me because it shows as a notification that way ty

𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 | diluc ragnvindr x reader

[an]: yes yes hi~! tysm for requesting! <33 ndjsjdsjs omg i had to take a breather while writing this—i think i added too much fluff i love this man sm JSSJSJSJS

summary: despite being blind without the help of your glasses, diluc was always there to lend a hand for you from your lovable sight <33

genre: fluff!

pairing: diluc ragnvindr x blind!reader

***

this man would so watch over you all the time.

although he is very busy, he’d make sure you’re not in trouble again from looking for your spectacles around, it would be quite hard for you indeed without nothing to see.

if you did lose your glasses, he would of course hand it over to you before he would kiss the crown of your head, calling you an ‘idiot’ for not being careful enough around your area.

however, if you break your glasses—

he would buy you a new one ofc. maybe something even better with the help of your permission obviously. you needed to take eye exams after all.

if he wasn’t around, he would ask someone he knows (even kaeya) to look after you just in case your glasses falls off your face again. it wasn’t unusual for him to do that, it’s just that kaeya would tease him for being lovable towards you. guessed that love made him blind.

mondstadt was quite busy today.

including today is the windblume festival, your good friend venti told you to collect some windwheel asters for the festival decorations with the acting grand master’s permission. and so you did since you had nothing else to do but get ready for the festival.

passing by to floral whispers after running out of locations to pick some windwheel asters, you shyly excused the young lady; donna. “uhmm, excuse me…” you called in a soft tone. donna kindly greeted you. “oh! hello, miss y/n!”

“oh hi, donna!” you greeted back. “is miss flora here today?”

“oh, sadly she isn’t available right now at the moment…” donna replied in a disappointing voice. “but in the meantime, i’m here to give a hand for a while in the shop,” she adds with a sweet smile. you smiled back, “ah, that’s good to hear thank you, donna.”

“of course. now, what may i help you with?”

adjusting your glasses, you fixed up your posture and continued to chat with donna, “oh errr, do you guys still have any windwheel asters in your shop?” you questioned the young lady, trying your best to carry the bundles of windwheel asters inside your basket. “i need them for the festival decorations…and for my friend.” donna happily nods her head, “yes, indeed we still have windwheel asters. how many would you like to have?”

“just 5 more pieces please and that’ll be enough.”

“understood. wait here, i’ll gather some for you,” she answered and began to collect the windwheel asters for you in their shop. while waiting for donna to grab some of the mentioned flowers, you heard a group of children running by from the side of the adventurer’s guild receptionist; katheryn. and they also seemed like they were running towards your direction, all bright and sunny. the reason is visible, it is the windblume festival after all.

not really paying attention to the children, you continued on waiting…until, one of them bumped into your way—and not just a normal bump, a bump that really made you almost fall back. but it was your glasses that fell…and that was a bad sign. since, you can’t see without your glasses in your face.

“oh, sorry for bumping into you!” one of the children (who assumed they were the one that hit you) shouted in an apologetic way, and thus they continued to run off to have fun. until one of the children had to stop them from running off. “hey! you just jumped into miss y/n! you should apologize with full respect!” they shouted. the kid brushed the back of his neck, nervously. although for you, this wasn’t fun. you can’t see clearly without your glasses after all. “it’s quite alright, kids! don’t worry but…oh no oh no! where are my glasses!? i can’t see without them!” you muttered to yourself in panic, crouching down to the ground to look for your glasses. this was very bad, in every item you touched it was either a rock or something else that your mind seemed similar to the shape of your glasses. if it wasn’t from a previous accident, you would’ve been needing glasses right now to see straight…

as your hands continued to scatter around the area in search of your glasses, you heard one of the children whisper; “hey guys look! it’s master diluc!” before you felt a hand land on top of your palms, a cold thin feeling inserting on top of the shell of your ear as your sight began to become visible again. diluc ragnvindr, was holding your cheeks with his usual expression on his face. your face exploded in red when you realized how close the two of you are. “ah…hi diluc.”

“you guys, what do you say when you accidentally bumped into someone?” diluc turns over to the children’s direction, not paying attention to any of your pleading of him to stop. the kids shyly bowed their heads, “we’re sorry, miss y/n! we’ll be careful next time!” diluc nodded his head. “very good. be careful around your area next time. off you guys go now, have fun.”

“thank you, master diluc! we will! c’mon guys!” and off the children went. helping you stand up, diluc flicked your forehead, causing a small shriek from you. “and for you, pay attention in your surroundings. i told you this billions of times, darling,” he says before you felt a kiss land on your forehead.

the now loud chatter of mondstadt suddenly became quiet when you felt all eyes on you two.

the children who you were expecting to be gone earlier were staring at the two of you with wide eyes, quinn and beatrice doing the same along with donna who’s hand was still holding onto the windwheel asters. also add margaret, flora who was heading back and some favonius knights who were just walking by. they were surprised that the cold owner of the greatest tavern of all mondstadt could show affection…in public. you felt more heat rise up to your cheeks. to finish this off, diluc whispers: “meet me at the tavern later. i know it’ll be full at that hour but meet me there after you hanged those windwheel asters,” and then he walked away towards angel’s share.

your face was still pumping red, the children ran straight to you after diluc disappeared, asking if you and diluc were dating or could possibly be married. you tried your best to avoid their questions and quickly grabbed the windwheel asters from the still shocked donna and payed for them before running away to find venti.

afterwards you were gone, flora looked over to donna, “told you master diluc already has someone~”

“i uh….hmph!”

***

the tavern was loud indeed.

drunkards from side to side, bards taking over the stage of angel’s share and the calm and sealing lights of the tavern was warm yet had a nice aura for a loud night at the festival. rosaria and kaeya both greeted you with a warm aura as well, along with diluc with a kind wave. this day was the best, it was like the day where everyone in mondstadt could have an exciting celebration to the winds. after helping noelle & amber out to hang the asters, you of course headed straight to the tavern along with a flower crown hanging on your head (made by klee herself).

taking a seat down next to rosaria, you already knew that the calvary knight was starting to get drunk. “y’know? i’m sort of confused on what you find interesting about diluc, y/n. i mean, isn’t he boring?” he says a bit too loud. diluc sends a cold glare to kaeya as rosaria almost laughs at his statement, “too straightforward, kaeya. you’re a dumbass.”

“just saying. diluc, do you know how to kiss someone? just asking of course, i mean, including with someone with glasses. doesn’t that like…hurt your face or something?” you chuckled awkwardly. “i mean…i don’t think it hurts him that much…i-i mean! well, uhhh i don’t know for sure if it does but—

“are you asking me to demonstrate to you how we kiss?” diluc cuts you off and it just sends you as a burning bunch. kaeya laughs. “of course not, dear bro! i was just asking. hey rosaria, you gotta try drinking this—this is just a masterpiece of a drink.”

“hmm, do tell…” rosaria replies until something fell from her seat. the two immediately looked down to see what it was, and before you could help along, you felt diluc’s hand take your glasses off, and then a blurred sight crashed upon your vision. yet, you can tell that it’s his lips your sealed with. it didn’t take long until the two of you pulled away and diluc gently returned your glasses back to your face, rosaria and kaeya both stood back up at their seats, holding onto mora. “ugh, just a single drop of mora. thought it was something important,” rosaria scoffs.

“waste of time that—that was the one that caught our attention from drinking—huh? hey y/n, you good? you’re as stiff as a mannequin,” kaeya questions, looking at your red and frozen figure. diluc could only chuckle at your state right now. he knew you could get flustered, but not this flushed. a lovable sight indeed.

bonus:

“donna you seemed to be in a bad mood,” paimon’s sentence made her more in a bad mood. the young lady scoffs, ignoring her comment. then after, she sighs. “i guess master diluc wasn’t the one for me after all…miss y/n is so lucky, i wish i was her…”

“again, paimon wants to know what’s master diluc’s gotta do with this!”

***

a/n: first request! hope you liked it ;w;

requests: opened! ^w^

[iichaeyj]

Hi CH ( ^ω^ ) had some questions about the profiles for you ^_^

is dae knowing heeseung but him not knowing her alluding to the popularity of the group? that they don’t really pay attention to their surroundings or others?

i did see tho that sai and rai met some of the boys and yn too at parties so theyre more of the upbeat party type while yn and fae are introverted/serious or keep to themselves?

are sai and rai closer to each other then to yn bc they already knew each other and same with yn and fae?

the best friends seem very cool personalities 🥰 sweet best friend affectionate best friend and protective best friend <3

is sai and rai close to dae too or no? i only remember you say that yn met them at party

who is the oldest / youngest of their friend group? i assumed yn was but i’m not sure if you want to specify

i would enjoy to know about the dynamics if you wouldnt mind telling ^_^

omg tysm for these questions !! i love talking about my smaus :D

for the first question, i'd say pretty much! after all, heeseung is literally called the heartthrob of the university, so i did include that as a way of showing how well-known he is! however, it isn't that he and his friends don't pay attention to their surroundings, but more that they're very popular and everyone knows of them! i think heeseung hasn't noticed fae because he just hasn't talked to her or seen her up close!

and for the second one, yes and no. i did make fae and y/n the more studious type, while sai and rai like to go out more. however, i'd say that y/n is just very serious when it comes to her studies and fae likes to keep up her grades, but that doesn't necessarily mean that they're shy. i think it speaks more on what kind of things interest them rather than their personalities, if that makes sense.

to a certain extent, yes. sai and rai definitely knew each other before they met y/n and fae and vice versa. so i do think that y/n might lean more towards fae when it comes to matters of the heart (also bc fae is the more sensible one when it comes to emotions), but they are still one friend group and there is no big difference in how they treat each other!!

and im glad u noticed!! i really wanted all of y/n's friends to have distinct personality traits that serve a purpose in the plot!

i forgot to write it in the profiles, but sai and rai are close to fae, too! i imagine that fae and y/n went to their first party together in freshman year and caught the attention of sai and rai! and they've been close friends since!

tbh, i hadn't thought of this too much so i'm glad you brought it up! they're all in their 3rd year of university and the same age, but i'd say the order of oldest to youngest goes: rai, fae, y/n, and sai! i feel like it's surprising to think that sai is the youngest and rai is the oldest, but it just makes sense to me tbh. (also plz note that this isn't reflective of my actual moots and their ages!)

and i have a lot to say about their dynamics omg!! for starters, i think that the others try very hard to get y/n away from studying. they want her to go out once in a while and do something fun! but at the end of the day, they're just very protective over her. y/n tends to get stressed out from her studies, and her friends want her to take it easy. and speaking of y/n's friends, i think that sai and rai have a tom and jerry type of friendship, yk? rai likes to tease sai a lot and sai gets "annoyed" and is often sarcastic with rai. and fae is a sweetheart (who tries to control the group most of the time). there's a lot more tbh but this post is already so long omg </3 maybe i'll talk about it more in a different post! tysm for asking for this, though!!

[haikyuuwriting]

ooh ooh! the sentence starters are great! how about kuroo for angst #8? tysm! 💞

“Is that blood?” “.....No.”

—

“Hey Y/N?”

“Hey Kuroo! What’s up?” Y/N balances the phone on their shoulder, doing the dishes as they talk. Cleaning up after baking cookies is horrible, but worth the trouble.

“Can you come get me?” Y/N stops mid scrub of a bowl, frowning. Kuroo’s whispering.

“Yeah. Where are you?”

“A block from my apartment. In that alleyway where you named the stray cat. I couldn’t make it... back.” They don’t like the way he’s breathing irregularly and even gasping.

“I’ll be there in like five minutes. Don’t hang up.”

“Okay. Okay.” He breathes into the phone, repeating the word over and over as if to assure himself it is all okay. He starts to hum a familiar melody — a song Y/N recommended a few weeks ago that he’s been obsessed with him ever since.

“Almost there Kuroo,” Y/N’s running now, desperation to reach him rising. The street sign and familiar surroundings come into view and Y/N slows to a stop when they reach the alleyway.

No cats are in sight, and for a second Kuroo isn’t either. But Y/N sees a foot peeking out from behind the huge dumpster, and they approach it slowly, not sure they want to see how its owner is holding up.

Kuroo’s leaning against the wall, his head resting on the dumpster and his phone squished between his shoulder and cheek. His breathing is shallow, and Y/N sees why.

“Is that blood?” They bend down to his eye level, taking the phone out of his odd grasp and pocketing it.

“No,” Kuroo lets out a shaky laugh. Y/N almost slaps him but doesn’t, scared they’ll somehow make it worse. They don’t even know where exactly he’s hurt - his shirt is black and the possible blood stains are hard to see. There’s streaks of it on his arms and face.

“It’s not... mine,” Kuroo says, his lips forming a small smile. “Ribs.”

Y/N lifts his shirt tentatively to reveal his stomach. “Broken?”

“Mm-hm.” Kuroo winces. “I couldn’t make it back home. Had to call.”

“I’m calling an ambulance, Kuroo. I cant help you.” Y/N reaches for their phone, already thinking of lies to tell the operator and the first responders about Kuroo’s injuries.

“No!” Kuroo moves to slap the phone out of their hands but misses, groaning out in pain at the movement. “Call Bo.”

“Bokuto?” Y/N almost ignores him and dials the number anyway, but something about the way Kuroo’s eyes are filled with panic make them hesitate.

“Yes.” He lets out a deep breath, his eyes fluttering shut. “Bo will help.”

Y/N complies, and in mere minutes Bokuto is there with a few of his friends Y/N knows in passing.

“We’ll take it from here, Y/N.” Gently, Akaashi guides her away as Bokuto and Konoha expertly lift Kuroo onto a makeshift stretcher and into their car.

It’s a week later when Y/N finally hears from Kuroo.

“I’m okay. I’ll make it up to you.”

The new kitten at their doorstep the next day with a note attached to it is apparently what he meant.

“Just don’t do it again,” Y/N tells him over the phone. “Don’t let yourself get beat up again. Or me and Muffin will beat you up once you’re healed.”

“Oof, will do.”

[orighami]

jacksepticeye’s pax west panel highlights

bc i miss him so much and it was only an hr i decided to type out the highlights of the panel 

edit: i didn’t expect this to be so long whoops

misses minecraft and would rather play than be at pax

jack making poses *cue him laying on the floor and opening his legs into a V as his “sexy pose”*

loves seattle for its coffee (<333)

“I AM NOT YOUR PROSTITUTE but i could be if you paid me well”

would play “which dad do i like more” with tom holland and ryan reynolds (”but tom’s younger than me so that makes no sense”)

someone make a marvel avengers dating sim pls

“i really want to bed thor. so i can just wake up the next morning and be like, man, im thor after last night” LMFAO

rlly cute and shy fans 

“my whole channel isn’t original, so fire away” rip jack

"how fucking dare you,, how dare you shit on lil nas x like that”

jack’s fav genre -> heavy metal; jack’s least fav genre -> scat pop "i don’t even know what scat pop is”

jack’s scat poetry:

DAD!

why did you,, leave

endless pain

sUFFeRING!

i am darkness

buy my merch. :)

q: what snacc would you be and would you eat urself?

jack: “arE yOu sAYIng i’m not a SNACC ALREADY? i am a THICC SNACC”

fan then proceeds to gas jack and tell him to come up with a more original answer 

jack: “i told you i CANT!”

fan: it shows (rip jack

jack: im already coming up with my next poem. it’s called fuck you lauren

LOL take a shot everytime jack says “fuck you”

would smoke weed with the monster under his bed and thomas the tank engine

LOVES DRAGONS and would want to be a dragon living in an irish castle

fire breathing dragon (charmander) > plant (bulbasaur) as his starter

fan: “is poptart a ravioli”

me: wtf that is mindblowing

jack: nO! people who say it’s a ravioli are like,, ha ha im different

jack: is water wet?? hmm haha *proceeds to push up his invisible glasses”

fans keep saying yes

jack: FUCKING STOP IT. anyways thanks for your question

fan takes pic jack and jack t-poses to assert dominance

jack and everybody else that’s not american: it’s not ar-kansas it’s arkansas,, like what?

jack’s confused asf expression when a seattlite asked him when the space needle was built/washington was founded

avatar the last airbender & full metal alchemist brotherhood --> jack’s fav cartoons

according to the pottermore quiz: jack’s a ravenclaw (im not smart wtf)

jack tysm for answering questions and being here at pax! hopefully you tour soon <33

[justanotheronechicagofan]

stars 

hi y’all! this is sort of a prologue for Belmont, my boarding school au so apologies for how short it is. For those that choose not to read this but are still interested in the au, 1) tysm! and 2) i’ve written it so that the au will still make sense without this.💗 characters - Hailey Upton, Hailey’s parents TW -  dissociation, inferred domestic abuse, inferred child abuse, swearing (2) 

Hailey stared at the ceiling.

The clusters of stars smiled back and she willed its glow to take her to nothingness, away from his roar that filled the house.

It was a weeknight dinner that had turned into the Monster's cruel game. This round though, she knew what set him off. He told them that she had an interview next week, for a different school, in England. He said it like a fact, like it didn't even cross his mind to ask her. Hailey thought she would be surprised but maybe deep down, she knew they were puppets to him. There was no way she wasn't going to put up a fight though so she rebelled. And took it all. Counting to ten again and again until her mind became a cloud. It was a trick her brothers taught her. Survival tactics, they said.

Like always, he soon grew bored of her and moved on to his next prey. So now she was in her room, safe in the glow of the stars her brothers had put up once.

Hailey stared at the ceiling but the Monster cut through it all.

"FOR FUCK'S SAKE CHRISTINE, WHO THE HELL CARES? HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU?! THAT UNGRATEFUL BITCH IS GETTING OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

She grabbed her headphones and turned the volume loud, wanting to float again. When her playlist went full circle, Hailey slid her headphones off to an eerily still house. How he announced the news circled in her mind and she felt the anger starting to steam. She couldn’t tell if she was more angry at him or at herself because he did this before. And she promised her self that it would be the last time. That she would fight. Because she hated feeling like a pushover, hated that feeling of not having agency. The thing is, she knew he didn’t give choices. This was his house. Something they all learnt a long time ago.

Hailey stared into the stars and remembered that night. 

They were still in their old house and he just announced that they were moving to Lake Forest. She scoffed at the similarity. Some ‘family’ dinner huh. She had hated the school at first. Being the new kid, a curiosity. They had pecked because she was a public school kid from Greektown but she stood her ground. And now she kind of liked it - her teachers were descent and her friends were solid. Maybe this won’t be so bad. The fact that it was in England did pique her curiosity. She closed her eyes and let her inner fan girl wonder if it would be anything like Hogwarts.

Her thoughts froze still when she sensed movement but breathed again when it was her mother's footsteps. After a faint knock and some shuffling, Hailey felt the mattress shift.

"Hi darling" her mother smiled, her eyes red, makeup more caked than before. It might have fooled her then but she wasn't 8 anymore.

"Did you know?" Hailey cut to the chase. You’re okay with this? She asked even though she already knew. Her mother’s previous utter shock answered that one and the way she sat answered the one hanging in the air.

"No I think your father wanted it to be a surprise.” she saw straight through the strained smile. “Hailey, you're my only daughter. I’m going to miss this. But your father wants this for you and-"

"Wha- Hold on. For me? You’ve gotta to be kidding me. When has he ever wanted anything other than for himself?" she hissed, killing her that she couldn’t be louder.

"Hailey Anne, watch your tone. And yes, for you. I talked to your father and it really does sound like a great opportunity."

Of course she does. He just had to ‘convince’ her. "Mom. What's the real reason?” Where did he even hear about this school?

“You know I don’t know that. But really it doesn’t matter anymore. And his partners were right about your school weren’t they? You like it there.”

Of course. It was always going to be about him, setting a show. He had grown more obsessed since they moved to Lake Forest. She knew it was useless but her anger was already fueled, keeping her pushing back.

“Are y- This isn’t even remotely the same. Okay? This isn’t across a city. You get that right? It’s across the fucking ocean. I ca-”

"Annie-“ That halted Hailey. She rarely called her that. “- I know it’s not the same. Just please don’t fight this” Hailey’s breath hitched at her mother’s facade cracking. “The school really does look beautiful darling and, I’m sure it’s better for studying you know? More ... quiet"

That left her stunned. She was sure this would be the first and last time her mother would say this. The words were carefully crafted but Hailey saw through it. It was loud and it was clear. Annie, you get on that life boat. So she reached to her mother and squeezed her hand. “Okay.”

"Okay well, good” she smiled. It was a bittersweet one but genuine. Hailey hadn’t seen it in a long time. “Oh, before I forget, this is the booklet for the school. Maybe we can look at it again together.” She squeezed her knee before placing the light blue booklet on her bed.

“Sure mom. Tomorrow?” she smiled.

Her mother nodded and headed towards the door. “Okay. I’m gonna get ahead on the starter. I think bagels will cheer your father up tomorrow.” she laughed, her wall building again. “Good night Hailey.”

“Good night mom.”

Hailey flipped over the magazine sized 'booklet' - there was a crest on the front with Belmont College embossed in silver underneath. College? that confused her. And even just from the covers, this school seemed fancy. She took a deep breath and flicked it open.

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A/N - Thank you for reading - I hope you liked it! Let me know what you think 💗Although this brought up 'monsters' of my own, it was weirdly therapeutic for me to write so here it is! For those that prefer something more light hearted, don’t worry, they’ll be fluff coming your way 🥰

Belmont is going to be a collection of one shots/drabbles instead of a multi chapter fic because boy am i already doing one and i can barely handle it. Thank you to everyone that voted for this fictional school’s name and if you’re interested, i’m probably going to hold some more polls in this tag 💗  

[dvrlingrenjun]

request by @domgju : hello!!! could u pls write an x1reaction to their gf or s/o being tall (168cm~176cm) ❤ tysm have a great day!!

(a/n: i’m so so sorry for the late post! school and writers block has been taking a toll on me, i hope everyone understands, i’ve also modified the hieght a bit to make it a gender neutral one for any it’s boy one it’s & thank you! you too! ♡)

masterlist - requests

x1’s reaction to their s/o being tall!

han seungwoo

i don’t think he wouldn’t really care about your height? like he doesn’t really think much about it but when he first met you, he was pretty shocked on how tall you were compared to other people. nonetheless, would just love you for the way you are. (ʃƪ˘⌣˘)

“how tall are you? ... are you sure you’re that tall? i feel like you’re taller than that.”

cho seungyoun

this clown would always jokingly tease you for your tall height, even though he himself is easily one of the tallest member in x1. looking past all of his teasing, i think he would sometimes show that he adores how tall you are, you would have that perfect height that would reach to his shoulders so you could always give back hugs to him.

“haha! you’re so tall! beanstalk!”

whateven- i would say like what’s up skyscraper but he’s also tall-

kim wooseok

why would i feel that wooseok would be a bit salty about this? since he is considered to be in the “short line” along with dongpyo, he would probably wouldn’t mind it though, unless you tease him on how short he is (if you are taller than him). his reaction would probably be from that gif above.

“awh babe, you look so small and tiny!”

“hahaha, yeah sure.”

wooseok’s voice comepletly laced in sarcasm as he sarcastically agreed, putting up a blank stare on his beautiful face.

kim yohan

yohan is automatically a giddy person, so he would probably would give that famous smile of his whenever the topic that has to deal with height pops up. but i don’t he would ever realize that you were tall unless you have stated on how tall you are or if someone commented on it.

“wow (insert name), you’re really tall! what is your height?”

“ah, thank you! i am (whatever height)!”

lee hangyul

okay so i came up with two ways hangyul could have maybe react to their s/o you being tall, i wasn’t sure on what he would actually act like. it could go two ways, one of them is that he would probably boast to his members and love it or he mainly doesn’t acknowledge that his significant other is tall. i’m going to choose the latter because of dongpyo’s scenario that you’re going to see later.

even though he will mainly ignore it, there will be times where he would absolutely love your height.

“have you recently grown taller?”

“yes, why?”

“oh i just noticed that you’re nearly catching up to hyeongjun’s height.”

cha junho

chacha would absolutely be shy, in my opinion, i think he’s just a shy person in general, he would be shy about it but he would still adore how tall you were. he wouldn’t tell your verbally, but he would tell you how he feels based on his actions, either by patting your head, or back hugging one another.

“oomph-���

“i am now the tallest!”

son dongpyo & song hyeongjun

• dongpyo would always tell people how his s/o is really tall, that they’re even taller/the same height as him. but in reality when you two are alone, he wouldn’t even talk about it.

“stop growing taller, you hear me?”

cue gif with hyeongjun

“it’s not my fault i’m still growing.”

• hyeongjun is such a cutie, that starter sentence was totally unnecessary but yeah i’m not sure on how he would react but i think he would also be one who adores it, but also wouldn’t verbally say it. similar to junho’s situation, he would probably be too shy expressing his love for you, etc.

“you’re so cute! i must protect.”

i swear he’s glowing, i cry

kang minhee

minhee at first would be able to look up at you whenever you two were talking, (that is if you’re taller) he would always smile or laugh whenever he has to. but if you’re a bit shorter than him then that’s the perfect height for him to place his chin over your head, imagine how cute that would be.

“minhee, i need to grab some snacks. please let go, i promise you can cuddle me when i get back.”

“can we just stay like this please.”

lee eunsang

eunsang would actually do the opposite of hyeongjun or junho, at least to what i think. he would verbally tell you on how he loves how tall you are, whether you’re taller or a tiny bit smaller than him he doesn’t care. if he heard your friends talking about how tall you are he would send a heart your way.

“wow you’ve grown again! at this point you could be taller than me!”

nam dohyon

this babie would be one of the members who boasts to his group members that he has a s/o who is really tall like him. you two would gain the title called “tall babies” considering that you two are really tall for your age.

“see! (insert name) is the same height as wooseok!”

“hey dohyon?”

“yes wooseok?”

“shut up.”

[mispyre-m-blog]

k so i will make a starter call momentarily  &  tysm to everyone who followed me , but for right now i’ve got two headcanons i wanna address before i totally forget about them so jiaklsdf but here we go !!   &&. REMINDER not to reblog my HCs , please and thank you !  

basically , i want to touch on how komaeda feels toward talent  &  himself.  i’ll start with the latter for now and just . . .  try really hard to word this in an understandable manner lmao ??

komaeda , despite his continuous claims that he is  ‘ lesser ’  than people with talent , is very aware of his own intelligence and does not actually consider himself an idiot.  in fact , i’d go so far as to say komaeda considers himself smarter than most if not all of his classmates  ---  not in a  ‘ talent ’ sense , as he is aware that in terms of what their talents are he does pale in comparison   (  ibuki has more musical intelligence , gundam has more animal - based intelligence , sonia has more political intelligence etc , etc  )  but in general he believes he can solve things faster , better , that he is smart.  he isn’t lying when he says he considers himself lesser and he willingly allows others to take the credit for his own findings  /  intelligence as they , those with talent , are the ones that are deserving of  (  & the only ones who are able to be  )  creating hope , thus he  ‘ knows ’  his mind must live through them.  which is why you will catch him in trials not giving whole answers despite blatantly knowing them , because he wants them to come up with their own answers , wants them to create hope because he is not able given his lack of talent  (  komaeda doesn’t consider  ‘ luck ’  a talent and nor do i  )

you can also see this sort of lowkey arrogance in how quick he is to treat everyone once he finds out they’re remnants of despair , and thus cannot create hope  &  so he takes it upon himself to do it  &  also when he makes the comment to hinata about him  ‘ licking his shoes ’  --- which he plays off as a joke , but honestly . . .  it’s not one.  i wouldn’t go so far as to say komaeda doesn’t have self esteem issues !!  he absolutely does and he does think of himself as  ‘ worthless ’  but there’s a resentment there that spawns internal arrogance.  and from there i want to address how he feels about talent. 

komaeda doesn’t like talent.  he’s obsessed with it , yes , but it’s . . .  complicated.  in a way , the relationship between komaeda  &  talent is similar to that of himself and junko : he’s obsessed , he understands that it must be used as a stepping stone , believes  ‘ hope ’  can only be achieved through it . . .  but he doesn’t like it , he wishes it were not the way that it is.  he hates junko more of course , she has a very special little place in his heart , but talent , to him , is necessary.  and it’s that fact that’s unfortunate to him.  ‘ a little dog cannot become a big dog no matter how hard they try ’  or something very similar to that is stated by him in - game , and he doesn’t look particularly happy about it.  he sees talent as a barrier , yes people without it are worthless as individuals but if the world did not idolize talent as it did , the little people , the little dogs , would be able to prosper.  instead they are constantly overshadowed by those that were born special and hope must be achieved through them as they’re the only ones capable with the way the world is structured around them.  komaeda  &  others will never be able to reach that level and he resents it.  which is also why , i think , he is so obsessed with people who have talent being like . . .  amazing at their talent , and being perfect at it and  ‘ but you have talent so you’re so good!! ’  because it’s like . . .  you got this amazing opportunity and life that the majority of us cannot have , you better be fucking using it well ??  he refuses to believe you’re not as talented as they say you are ??  bc that makes the rest of the little ppl even worse ???  ALSO he can adore ppl for their talent but not like them as ppl ??  which is why he can still be positive around classmates he isn’t fond of but still praise them honestly bc hey . . . you’re got talent.  even if ur a fuckin piece of shit person.  so you’re necessary and he isn’t. 

also in line w/ this . . .  post - series  (  my  )  komaeda speaks less of talent as a whole and when he does there’s sort of an air of bitterness to it.  he doesn’t openly diss it really but he’s . . .  tired.  very tired.