#*points at eifie*

[nerdnag]

"Now then, Sunshine," Hubert said, plucking a fresh sheet of parchment from the corner of his desk and readying his quill. "Tell me about this person you wish to bring into Lady Edelgard's service."

"Really, Hubert, you should be ashamed not to have heard of my dearest Sara before!" Constance crowed. She unfurled her fan purely to brandish it for dramatic effect. "Her talent for the magical arts is simply extraordinary! Th-though, no match for my own, of course…" she added nervously.

"Yes, yes, your magical prowess is unparalleled," Hubert intoned, waving a dismissive hand yet smiling fondly. "Continue."

Constance stomped her foot. "Hubert! Have you forgotten which of us is the more skilled with Morfean magic?! Anyway… Sara is really quite accomplished in her field! She is trusted with the most important clients, and many of her coworkers rely on her expertise and insight. It is marvellous how skillfully she interprets contracts of privacy law and explains them to others! And the other day, she came up with a most revolutionary Excel formula as well! Why, I believe that with the proper training, she and I could truly be Sister Sages of the highest calibre!"

"And that is not all," Constance continued on. "No no! Sara has many talents off the battlefield as well! She pens the loveliest stories. In fact, you should read the wondrous tale I commissioned her to write about our activities on our wedding night—"

Hubert choked on his coffee.

"And she draws quite skillfully also!"

"Please tell me you didn't commission a painting to go with that story," Hubert groaned, head in his hands.

"Oh, no, I mainly commission her to paint flattering portraits of myself," Constance replied airily. "One of my favourites is a particularly striking one of me against a starry sky that I'm sure you shall like to see sometime!"

"Ah, but I can see you against a starry sky any night I wish, lovelier than any painting."* Hubert smirked as Constance flushed and began fanning herself, clearly flustered.

"I— yes, well—" Constance took a moment to compose herself again. "Let me finish telling you about my dearest Sara's redeeming qualities! She is an excellent friend: a joy to be around, and her presence is sure to brighten one's day. She is funny and kind, and, dare I say, very nearly as charming as myself!"

"I see. She does sound quite promising." Hubert put down his pen. "I shall have to conduct a background check, of course."

"Is my word not enough?!" Constance protested. "Need I remind you that for all your repute as Imperial spymaster, you had not even heard of such a dazzling star as is Sara before?"

"Need I remind you who it was that brought Epimenides himself into our midst?" Hubert shot back, but there was no real fire in his voice. "Based on your personal recommendation, I shall expedite the process. If all goes well, we will send this Sara a formal offer by the end of the moon."

Constance huffed, unable to argue the point. "I suppose that is agreeable enough."

"It's settled, then. Now, I believe we have tea with Lady Edelgard to be getting to." Hubert stood and offered Constance his arm. "Shall we, my dear Countess Vestra?"

Constance took it, positively glowing at the form of address. "Yes, Count Vestra, we shall!"

* Eifie double dog dared herself to write this line.

OH. MY. GOD?! You wrote this for me..? 😭💚

Original Eifie work! So cleverly written!! Lots of references to my fic and little details about me and incredibly well-characterized! You even went out of your way to include romo 🥹

THE EXCEL FORMULA ASDFGHJKL it truly is like magic. Also I LOVE the idea that every single art work and fic I've ever made of/about Constance has been commissioned by her. That is hereby canon.

Thank you for taking me into consideration for the position!! 🙏 (Though I must admit I'm a little scared of what Hubert's background check will mean for me......)

[nerdnag]

I can assure everyone who has even an inkling of trust in me that Eifie's fic is amazing and that she is my favorite gen author. Thank you for listening

hate to be in that stage where i can't tell if my fic fucking sucks or if i've just read it over 500 too many times

[theemeraldwarwolf]

The Epilogue

Hey there everyone, back with the epilogue for Not Just Yet. Hope you all enjoy it. I've got a couple stories in the draft phase, they'll be out in the future but if you're somebody who checks profiles every day, you'd be better off checking a little further apart lol. But they will be coming out regardless.

Not Just Yet (7303 words) by TheEmeraldWarwolf Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Pocket Monsters | Pokemon - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Original Pokemon Trainer(s), Sirnight | Gardevoir, Zoroark (Pokemon), Eifie | Espeon, Windie | Arcanine Additional Tags: Swearing, Light Angst, Trauma Summary: Competitive battler and trainer Deuce Tuffin has had a successful career in Unova, but the last few seasons of competition have been rough for him. The most recent one especially has put him in a position where he finds himself questioning the future of his career. At his lowest point he finds support from his team, but not everyone on his team is particularly nice about their support. But maybe the support he needs is blunt honesty.

[eififinance]

EIFI Finance Launches Its Decentralized Exchange DEX & EIFI Token Sale!

EIFI Finance is going to Launch its New DEX platform in the month of October 2021, with more purpose and technical capability than other dex and tokens, EIFI Finance promises to bring a lot of profits & will become one of the top decentralized exchanges in the world due to its huge worldwide community. EIFI Finance targets to become a favourite cryptocurrency for all billionaires in the world, expressed in their tagline ��� EIFI Finance - Finance to The Moon.

EIFI Finance community and the team are trying hard to attract the community for the seed round sale and raise the value of EIFI Finance. It can completely become a decentralized exchange platform (DeFi) and eliminating weaknesses and inheriting strong points from such platforms as Uniswap, Pancakeswap, bakery swap.…

As we predicted, this is going to be the other AMM DEX killer in the future.

THE EIFI FINANCE PLATFORM

EIFI Finance is a decentralized exchange that runs on Binance Smart Chain. It works on the automated market maker (AMM) model instead of the traditional market model, in which there is a seller and a buyer. In the AMM model, traders trade digital assets using permissionless liquidity pools. People deposit their funds in these liquidity pools. They receive an LP (liquidity provider) token in return.

Liquidity Provider receives an amount of 0.3% when others contribute. On the other side, people who want to use this liquidity pay a fee to the DeFi platform. This fee is later distributed among people who have contributed to the pool. Out of this pool, a nominal amount is kept in the EIFI Finance treasury to maintain the platform.

The success of the EIFI Finance depends on users staking tokens in liquidity pools and generating fees from trade volume.

EIFI Liquidity pools perform autonomous, peer-to-contract token trades and generate fees from each trade. Anyone can provide liquidity to a pool and, in return, receive conversion fees from trades that pass through the pool.

Providing liquidity to a EIFI Finance pool is permissionless (no central party can block or control the process) and easy for everyday users (add liquidity in a couple clicks). Liquidity providers receive pool tokens proportional to their share of assets in the pool (0.3%).

How can users earn profits by investing in EIFI Finance?

The first thing you need to do on the EIFI Finance platform is to add liquidity to the pool. People invest in the liquidity pools and collect a fee and EIFI Finance tokens in exchange. These are all BEP-20 standard tokens. Investors use these tokens in various ways to earn profits on the EIFI Finance.

Staking program is applied for Staking holders of $EIFIFinance & other tokens in the ecosystem like $PWT, $BNB. At EIFI Finance, you can receive an interest of more than 200% APY for staking the ecosystem tokens & other BEP-20 tokens. The staking interest and capital can be withdrawn at the discretion of the client.

CONCLUSION

EIFI Finance operates on the Binance Smart Chain (BSC) platforms. Make transactions faster and cheap. It will offer decentralized finance services with much lower transaction costs and faster transaction speeds. In addition, EIFI Finance Swap Function is through Liquidity Pool.

The staking interest can be harvested at the discretion of the client. Moreover, EIFI Finance platform is a completely upgraded version of the rest of the platforms, it has their advantages, and eliminates unnecessary disadvantages. This will make users feel like they have found a project that really has strong growth potential, which results in the long-term value of its token.

EIFI Finance inherits the same beginnings as EIFI, but with a professional staff, as well as pre-defined directions, it is expected to be a potential project in the future and have a chance to achieve the same achievements as EIFI Token. It will be a profitable opportunity for investors, as well as for Liquidity Providers in the future.

About EIFI Finance

The technical team and EIFI Finance founders are very strong, with the co-founders all having experience in the field. They are Software and Database Experts, Software Developers from all over the world. They are technical experts, programming for the world's leading organizations in information technology, software and management systems.

EIFI Finance marketing strategy is also aimed at beneficial users. This is a very wise move of EIFI Finance and promises to attract a lot of users in the future.

EIFI Finance is the BEP-20 standard native EIFI Finance token.

EIFI Finance generates EIFI token to reward people who contribute to the liquidity pools through various methods. EIFI Finance can either be further pooled into Liquidity Pools or traded on the exchange.

EIFI Finance Community

Twitter: https://twitter.com/EifiFinance Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Eifi.finance Medium: https://eififinance.medium.com/ Telegram Group: https://t.me/Etheryieldfarming Telegram Channel: https://t.me/etheryieldfarmingofficial

Thanks, and Keep In Touch

Thank you for being part of this amazing journey with us. if you have questions then please reach out to us directly our Telegram Community Chat.

[miracleboiz]

Making a Home Ch.5

Kita Shinsuke had experienced a lot in life. He had been raised with his grandmother, a loving foster parent and for some time he followed in her foot steps before finding his own path. He thought his foster care license had expired before getting a call at three am with two small boys thrust into his arms. Miya Osamu and Atsumu, from broken homes but still fighting. Thirty days before his license expires. Thirty days to make a choice, keep the boys or let them be separated into different homes. Thirty days to fall in love with them.

Words: 4k

Relationships: Gen

Warnings: Mention of past child abuse, non-graphic abuse

Not from Kita, but it is mentioned. I will post any warnings before any panic attacks or vague descriptions of abuse.

Read below or on AO3

“Shinsuke-san, what’s that?” Osamu called as he stared up at the tall rows of toys. Both his and Atsumu’s free hands were pointing at a large glass container of Lego creations, including a series of what looked like strange airplanes.

“Legos, you build with them, but I don’t know what they built.” Shinsuke said honestly, tilting his head when Akagi let out a laugh.

“It’s from Star Wars, those are fighter planes and that's BB-8…. I’m calling movie night tomorrow.” Akagi sighed, shaking his head in exaggerated suffering at the three blank looks he received. He reached up and grabbed the box above the glass container, smiling down at the twins as he tucked it under his arm.

“I’ll get this for you guys, I think you’ll enjoy it… Did you see anything else you like?”

Atsumu immediately turned and pointed up to the top shelf at a giant purple creature, eyes bright with excitement. He turned to look at Shinsuke, teeth burying themselves in his lip when Shinsuke hesitated for a moment at the price of 21,000 yen. His hand started to drop before Shinsuke stepped up beside him and grabbed the creature. After all, when was the last time Shinsuke had actually bought something he didn’t absolutely need, Shinsuke could definitely afford it.

“Kitty!” Atsumu gasped, letting go of Osamu’s hand to wrap his arms as best as he could around the creature. “Oh! It has a name…Eifie… It’s a.. a … poke… pokemon? Oh! I’ve heard of these, Kenma-kun was playing it when we first met him, remember Osamu?”

“Yeah! But his Pokemon was a turtle… this is a cat…”

“There’s different types of Pokemon, Osamu, weren’t you listening to him talk?” Atsumu frowned at his brother who paused to think it over before shaking his head with a grin.

“Nope! I was nappin’!” Osamu said proudly, turning and running down the aisle as he caught sight of something else.

Casting a meaningful glance at Akagi, Shinsuke turned to follow after Osamu. The boy led him through the aisles, peering at different objects before rounding a corner and returning with a small box. He looked down at it for a moment before holding it up to Shinsuke to reveal a small microscope on the front.

“My sensei… at my old school, she had one of these and it was a lot of fun… It’s not that expensive and look! It comes with bugs!” Osamu bounced on his heels, trying to point out the prepared slides. 

It was a very scientific device and if Osamu was actually interested in science it could help nurture his will to learn… Of course it could just be that children were naturally inquisitive and Osamu wouldn’t care about this in the next week or so, however denying Osamu something simply because Shinsuke had decided that Osamu wouldn’t like it long term wasn’t something Shinsuke could do. It wasn’t nearly as expensive as Atsumu’s pokemon and Osamu was really excited about the bugs…

“It does indeed come with bugs, I’ll hold onto this until we’re ready to go… Do you like coloring?” Shinsuke asked, leaning down slightly to point out the coloring book wall and Osamu immediately set off with a delighting shout.

Shinsuke followed after him, looking behind him to see Atsumu tugging Akagi away from a slime machine.

“I gotta keep you out of trouble Oji-san! Shinsuke-san said so!” Atsumu said, scolding Akagi when he whined until Akagi finally followed after him into the toy car section.

By the time they met up again, Shinsuke was both ready to never look at another slime machine again and aware his wallet was going to be considerably lighter. Both of the boys had arms full of track sets for their new car collection (that Shinsuke was certain Akagi was eyeing with envy) and way too many boxes of slime.

Shinsuke passed the large purple creature to Atsumu as they scanned it, unable to stop his own smile when Atsumu held it as close as possible with the largest grin he’d given yet. He turned to his brother, happily chattering at him about his new ‘Kitty’, while his brother was doing his best to open the Pokemon card container without spilling any.

A pile of coloring books was next, though Shinsuke noticed the ones Osamu had picked out were the ‘adult’ coloring books while Atsumu had grabbed a few of the more cartoon ones.

“Osamu are you sure these are the ones you want? They don’t have as many fun shapes or characters.” Shinsuke said, flipping through but Osamu just looked up from his picking and smiled brightly.

“Yes sir! There’s a lot of pretty colors on the front see! I can make it super pretty… Do… I know it says adult… but… it’s just coloring…” Osamu said, hesitation starting to grow on his face before Shinsuke laid the book down on the counter again.

“It’s fine if it’s what you want, Osamu, I promise. I just wanted to make sure you were happy with it.” Shinsuke soothed over his worry, reaching out to pet down the mess that was Osamu’s hair. He really was going to have to remove that hair wax or he was going to wake up to Akagi putting it in his hair.

Osamu smiled, smaller than his brother’s but just as sweet. Shinsuke’s heart panged as he forcibly reminded himself that this wasn’t long term, just until they got adopted. They were only his to watch and guide for a little longer.

“Your sons are very cute… is the little one's face okay?” The clerk asked as she bagged the last of the items, a large package of ‘Bendaroos’. She smiled softly at Osamu who inclined his head in return.

“He’s fine, just a little accident yesterday- Atsumu don’t go outside yet, you can’t see past…” Shinsuke called as he swiped his card and tucked it away, sighing as Atsumu crashed plushie first into a pole. He fell back onto the ground and blinked blankly back at them, trying to figure out what happened.

“Akagi, please keep the pokemon off the ground and help him up. Osamu, stop laughing at his brother, your cards are falling out.” Shinsuke ordered, frowning at the cackling Osamu. Osamu yelped as he realized he had already lost a few cards and scrambled to pick them up only to lose more.

“I… have failed at becoming a Pokemon Master.” Osamu said, staring at the mess for a second before his head shot up to meet Shinsuke’s gaze. For a second Osamu’s chest stopped moving and Shinsuke knew he was about to panic again.

Shinsuke crouched down, carefully scooping up the cards into his hands.

“Pick them up one by one, Osamu, don’t move too fast or you’ll spill more… Just like that…” Shinsuke murmured, smiling softly at him as Osamu kneeled to the floor and slowly reached out with a shaky hand. “Don’t worry about the mess, we can clean it up.”

Shinsuke let him grab the rest, moving closer to catch any cards that slipped out of the container before Osamu was able to close it completely. He reached out and caught his cheek carefully, using his thumb to wipe away the tears that had slipped out.

“No need to cry, Osamu, you’re safe now little one.” Shinsuke said softly, moving back to his feet and turning to the clerk.

“I’m sorry, please forgive us for taking up your time.” Shinsuke said, bowing slightly before grabbing the bags and pulling them onto his arms. He turned to Osamu, offering him a hand and humming when it was immediately taken.

Outside the shop Akagi had caught Atsumu and was holding him on his hip, the pokemon nearly knocking both of them over. They were laughing loudly, almost enough to attract the attention of nearby people but any who looked over didn’t seem to mind the child. Akagi spun, dramatically pretending to nearly fall until Atsumu called for him to stand up straight.

“That was very dangerous! What if Kitty got hurt?” Atsumu scolded Akagi, shoving the purple pokemon into Akagi’s face while Akagi whined. “Tell her you're sorry Oji-san.”

“Yes yes, I am very sorry, very sorry Kitty-chan.” Akagi said, bowing and pretending to almost drop Atsumu again. Atsumu squealed with delight, giggling as they straightened back up and Akagi apologized before bowing again.

Shinsuke looked down at Osamu who was staring at the ground, fingers wrapped around Shinsuke’s hand. He tugged him a few steps away from the door before crouching in front of him, heart aching at the pitiful look on Osamu’s face.

“Osamu?” He asked softly, waiting until he looked up. “You know you’re not in trouble right? It’s okay to be upset, but sometimes you have to take a breath and calm down like we did to pick up your cards…”

Shinsuke watched him for a moment, the eyes that darted around and nervous fingers tapping out a quiet rhythm. He looked over at Atsumu’s bright laughter and then back down at the ground and Shinsuke could only guess he was jealous of Atsumu’s happiness while he was feeling so down. Shinsuke would have to squash that now/

“Osamu… What’s your favorite thing to do?”

Osamu didn’t respond for a moment, obviously thinking it over as his fingers scratched over the metal case of the pokemon cards. He licked his lips, glancing over at his brother again for a moment before turning back to Shinsuke and dropping his head to mumble something.

“I’m sorry, could you speak a little louder?”

“... Cooking… but… the others said it’s a woman’s job…” Osamu admitted softly and Shinsuke fought off an annoyed scowl.

“Well, why don’t you help me choose some stuff for hotpot? Then we can make the broth at home and prepare some dough for dumplings?” Shinsuke offered, the ache in his chest easing at Osamu’s widening eyes.

“Yes sir! Yes, please Shinsuke-san, please!” Osamu said, gasping and trying to bow his back before Shinsuke caught him with a laugh.

“There’s no need for that, little one. Trust me, as long as you’re happy so am I.” Shinsuke said softly, reaching up to fluff through Osamu’s hair. Both of their laughs bubbled out and Shinsuke could feel Akagi’s gaze on him before Atsumu was running at them.

Atsumu tripped, Kitty taking all three of them down in one hit, though it did nothing to stop Osamu’s laughter. Atsumu let out a yell, before he was laughing too and grinning at his brother. He wiggled off of his pokemon, so Shinsuke could grab it as he sat up, and reached out to tug his brother to his feet.

“Why’re you laughin’?” Atsumu asked, only to dissolve into his own giggling mess as he caught sight of the leaf stuck to Osamu’s gelled up hair.

“Why’re you laughin’?” Osamu shot back, no malicious intent on his face as he stuck out his tongue. Shinsuke reached out and tugged the leaf off of Osamu’s hair, showing it to him only for it to send both boys into another set of giggles.

He really had no idea his life would turn out like this. 

Sitting on the sidewalk outside of a store, a giant purple Pokemon on his lap. Watching two young boys laugh without a care or a worry, feeling his own heart bubble and threaten to burst with warmth and affection. He shifted Kitty more on his lap, carefully cleaning her off as he watched the two laugh.

He barely shifted when Akagi’s footsteps sounded next to him, simply holding the now dirt free Kitty up for him to take. Then he turned back to the boys, hesitant to interrupt their giggling as they poked at Osamu’s dirty hair, but Atsumu noticed him watching and shook his brother. They both turned to watch him, still breathing hard from laughter.

They just needed a safe home.

Shinsuke didn’t want to let them go.

“Are you two ready to go get clothes then? Or would you like to give Kitty another dirt bath?” Shinsuke said pointedly and the twins squeaked before Atsumu was moving to pat Kitty in Akagi’s arms.

“I’m sorry Kitty, sorry Shinsuke-san, I didn’t mean to knock you over… Are you okay?”

“I’m okay, but can you two help me up?” Shinsuke asked, offering his hands to them and instantly he had two hands on each of his as the boys tried their hardest to pull him up. He moved with them, letting them pull him forward a few steps until they were certain he was okay to stand on his own.

“Well now that I’m dirty…” Shinsuke said, wiping off the dirt that had stuck to his clothes before doing the same to the twins. “There we go. We’re all going to need a bath tonight… Lets get you some clothes and food and we can head home.”

As a dress designer and a boutique, Shinsuke thought himself well aware of the fashion trends and he did his best to encourage both of his boys into choosing something moderately fashionable. He expected it would be difficult, especially after grabbing a quick bag of groceries and the boys were raring to get home and play with their toys.

He did not expect to be walking out of the store with four bags of striped t-shirts and polkadot pants that Atsumu insisted made the best match. He also didn’t expect Osamu to see the brightest pinks and yellow and stare at them like a starving man staring at a banquet dinner. He had managed to wrangle in a few randomized shirts, jeans, and shorts. However he was still mortally wounded after watching Atsumu come out of the changing room in a neon green plaid button up, blue polka-dot shorts, striped socks, and sandals on.

Atsumu was wearing the outfit as they left, proudly showing it off to Akagi who oohed and ahhed in all the right places. Osamu had decided to leave his clothes in the bags and was instead doing his best to remove a butterfly hair clip from it’s package.

Shinsuke held out his hand, silent after the horror he’d been subject to, and took the case. He carefully pulled the hair clip free before slipping it onto the highest spike on Osamu’s head. Osamu’s blinding grin made the shopping trip almost worth it. The hand that entangled with his definitely did, however.

Shinsuke looked down at Osamu swinging their hands together, amused as the little one skipped over a crack. He hopped again, giggling when Shinsuke extended his leg to step further and get a little bit ahead. He jumped further, trying to drag Shinsuke forward but Shinsuke just extended his leg even further.

“Noooo, we’re gonna lose.” Osamu said as Akagi and Atsumu started walking faster to stay in front of them. Osamu moved to dash forward, only to be pulled back as Shinsuke moved to stand still instead.

Osamu let out a gasp as his plan was ruined, frowning at Shinsuke before trying and again and failing. There was a burst of laughter as Shinsuke hopped twice at Osamu’s insistent cry for him to move. Shinsuke ignored Akagi’s laughter, bending down slightly.

He opened his arms to him and after a second of pouting, Osamu hugged him around his neck. Shinsuke scooped him up into his arms and straightened, repressing the urge to kiss Osamu’s forehead and see if he could make him laugh again. It wouldn’t do to get too attached. It was only the first day, he needed to be more in control.

Yet, he couldn’t help himself as he started walking faster and quickly over took Akagi, Kitty, and Atsumu walking down the street. Osamu gasped as he realized what was happening and turned to stick out his tongue behind him.

“That’s not fair! Kitty’s fat!” Atsumu yelled after them, and Akagi repeated him.

Feeling unnaturally playful, Shinsuke turned and stuck out his own tongue at Akagi. Immediately the other man gasped and pulled the bags as far up his arm as he could before bending and maneuvering Atsumu under one of his arms. Shinsuke stared for a moment, worry filling him before Atsumu let out a laugh and held onto his arm and pointed at them.

“After them Oji-san!” Atsumu called and Akagi let out a war cry, starting to jog after him.

“Shinsuke-san! He’s going to catch up to us and win.” Osamu whined, hugging Shinsuke tighter around the neck.

“No he’s not.” Shinsuke said, turning back around and shifting the groceries on his arms before taking off himself. Osamu squealed with delight, fingers buried in Shinsuke’s shirt as his foster father kept a few meters ahead of Akagi despite Akagi’s calls that they would win.

“What on earth- Shinsuke-san?” Someone called and Shinsuke waved his hand over at Castle Bakery. Issei Matsukawa watched them curiously, amused by the change in Shinsuke’s more stoic and controlled personality. He looked down as something tugged on his pant leg.

“No, Shinji, I will not run around with you in my arm like a sack of potatoes… Well, not until it’s closing time.” Issei said, looking at his son staring at the other two. Shinji raised his hand hesitantly at first before waving it at their passing neighbors.

The twins waved back, already curious about the person across the street. 

“Muffins?” Atsumu yelled at Castle Bakery, intending to ask Akagi if that was the muffin shop but forgetting to lower his voice.

“We have lotsa muffins!” Shinji yelled back, shocking his father before his son let out a soft laugh and turned to look up at him. “Can we make muffins tonight?”

“Sure sweetie… Ah, they’re gone… I wonder what on earth they were doing…” Issei said, before shrugging. It wasn’t like Tooru didn’t have the same habit of picking their kids up and running off with them so it didn’t matter in the long run, as long as they were having fun.

Shinsuke turned the corner to the small entrance to his home before turning and sticking his tongue out at Akagi with Osamu. Atsumu and Akagi groaned as they realized they’d lost, Atsumu huffed as he was lowered down to the ground before pausing and looking up at Akagi.

“That was a lot of fun, Oji-san! Let’s do it again later, please!” Atsumu said, squeaking when a hand descended on his head to ruffle it.

“Sure thing kiddo, anything for my favorite nephews.” Akagi grinned before straightening. His gaze caught on something behind Shinsuke and his lips immediately twisted into a mischievous smirk.

“Oji-san? Did someone forget to tell me something?” A voice called from behind Shinsuke. Deep and warm, familiar even after nearly a year of separation and Shinsuke’s heart seemed to speed up before slowing down again. He once knew that voice in and out, and part of him craved to know it again despite his attempts to squash it.

Shinsuke turned, carefully keeping a hand on Osamu, and couldn’t quite wipe off the still lingering smile on his face. Gentle brown eyes met his, plump lips already curved in a common small smile on the newcomers face.

“Good evening, Aran.” Shinsuke said softly, slowly blinking at the calm and warm aura Aran seemed to always exude. His heart skipped a beat when Aran’s lips twitched and he looked unbearably fond.

“Good evening, Shinsuke.”

[scruffyspeaks]

How would Miku feel about Eivui/Eifie x Dusk?

Author chan: Lol, idk if tats a ship, but I guess Miku will feel betrayed... by Eivui. Cause, they are actually friends by the point they all meet Dusk.

[eificopper]

Would -be Title: Because I had wings Series/Timeline: Twinkle – 2010 Characters: Akihara Eifi Length: 640w

This is lame lame lame lame lame ahh just gonna let it go

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When I was nine I joined a dance school and it became my passion. Nothing else mattered in life while I was dancing, it was magical. I could be tense as a bow about to shoot and yet I flowed like crystalline water.

The grace, the strength, the attitude, for a moment I stopped being the photosensitive useless Eifie to become an elegant and marvelous ballerina.      

Yet not everything was rainbows and sunshine.

“Again, from the start” Called out the calm yet strict voice of my teacher. Tired and ready to collapse I walked up to the center of the studio, breathing heavily, all my extremities including my tail were sore and tired and my feet ached.

I took a deep breath to regulate my respiration and slipped into my role, I am a ballerina. I placed my feet on fourth and my arms on high fifth and waited for the music to begin. It didn’t take long, in 3 seconds the soft piano started, and so did my hell that I also liked to call my heaven.

Développé, leap, chassé, a quick sway with my arms, triple pirouette… and on and on…

“Eyes off the mirror, focus. Good that’s good”

I lost count of how many times I’ve practiced this choreography by now, I knew it by heart but it wasn’t enough it had to be impeccable, every finger, every step.

As dancers we learn to be in control of every millimeter of our body, because if even a finger is out of alignment it all falls apart, so you practice until your movements are perfect. You learn to control gravity, to control pain. But there's one thing that doesn't follow the rules, that you wish you could control but can't.

Your heart.

“Close the arabesque, hips Eifi, turn them out this is ballet not gymnastics”

When I was 11 I had my first Grand Festival in Minamo city. I got my first solo with exactly the part I wanted and I was as proud as I could be.

The next year my best friend left and I haven’t seen him again, in that moment I broke down. My escape was dancing, is the only time you feel completely detached, yet completely in control.

“Prepare the jeté… yes good, raise your leg more. Balance Eifi, balance”

My teacher once told me that ‘Ballerinas dance their whole lives seeking only one thing: perfection. Yet during all their long years they come to discover that they will never have it’ Hundreds start this career, slowly dropping because they can’t handle all the hard work or grow tired, for personal problems, due to injuries, or simply because they lost their love for the dance or simply didn’t have enough.

Out of a handful of dancers that make it to graduation only the best two or three would be selected by companies, and out of them only one girl of each generation becomes a prima ballerina. That is one of the first harsh truths we learn in this career.

The song finally came to an end as I closed with the final pose, right foot on front, leg flexed supporting my weight, left one extended on point behind, arms curved back and chest out with raised head.

“Thank you, that’s enough for today”

I almost dropped right there but did a small reverence first, right leg crossing behind the left, hands softly down. I picked my discarded coat and put it on to leave, sighing in relief and thinking how delicious a bath and sleep would be right now, it was almost 11pm.

I’m still not sure if I want to truly strive to be a prima ballerina, I don’t think I have enough drive for that and I have technical limitations, but…

I put my heart and soul in every dance step.

[nerdnag]

<3 :O

Oomf back atcha!! <3

[nerdnag]

Man I can't believe @wherefore-whinnies is still real and actually sent me four meow meows having a bad day in the mail

I am having a good day.

Man I can't believe Eifie is real

[nerdnag]

Sure, let's go! 🥑🍬🔪🦷🐝🧩?

Yayy!! And sorry this took so long! My adhd refused to let me answer it yesterday 😬

🥑 ⇢ you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?

@wild-moss-art without question. They always offer good advice and also they would probably most definitely know how to get rid of a body

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

Waah 🙈 I normally avoid this kind of question like the plague because it makes me so uncomfortable to expose myself to Potential Discourse, but I'll give it a shot!!

Since we're both in the AA fandom... I don't know how much of an unpopular opinion this is since I have seen others mention it, but. I much prefer AA4 Phoenix to his other versions, and I'm sort of disappointed he seemed to revert back to the old Phoenix in AA5. I think AA4 Phoenix is freaking awesome. My kinda guy. (I did read a sort of fan essay recently though about how Phoenix was actually always AA4 Phoenix in some manner, and always will be, and that a lot of the difference in AA4 comes from the fact that you are barely inside his brain/POV at all, which makes him look more mysterious and random and incredibly freaking cool when we all know deep down how he's mostly just very lucky, lol. And that did convince me somewhat that it wasn't just a one-off thing, but still. I think his secretive, will-do-whatever-is-necessary, smug-ass attitude was incredibly interesting to engage with and it's sadly absent in the other games.)

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

I'm running out of things to say to this question. XD Uhhh. Oh! I went deep into Brazilian favelas in 2016!

🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on

Alright, here's some personal wisdom courtesy of Sara von Nerdnag-Nuvelle!

I try to think of being wrong as something positive. So although I was very defensive when I was younger and still sometimes struggle not to be, I've managed to reprogram myself so that I usually instinctively respond by admitting to being wrong whenever I see a chance to do so. (I still struggle to do it in emotional situations though, it's easier when it's something more factual.)

And if it feels difficult to admit to being wrong, here are some reasons why being wrong is great, actually!

You get to learn new things and improve as a person.

Other people will view you as humble and tend to like you more.

Also related to the previous point: In the cases that you do not admit to being wrong, people will tend to take you more seriously since they know you're not just being obtusely defensive.

Each time you admit to being wrong and therefore learn something new, you get a cool new sword that you can then defeat other people with!! (Metaphorically speaking)

🐝 ⇢ tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them

I've already tagged Nic and Eifie, who are the two biggest supporters for my writing, so I'll answer from the perspective of my art instead! And in that case, I'd say @wild-moss-art is likely my biggest supporter!! They found me on tumblr because they liked my Constance art, and I was so intimidated at first because oh my god artworld beyoncé. Their art - especially the Constance art - is so good!! And not only that, they turned out to be incredibly cool and helpful and thoughtful. They leave such nice comments on my art, and have helped me several times to fix anatomy or other stuff I wasn't getting right. Also they're really nice to talk to. 💕

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

Ooooh, hm. There are probably a few things, but if I'm choosing just one, I guess it would be that I see immediate signs of it being a little too badly/awkwardly written for me to be able to get through it. And... I'm not entirely sure what these signs are, but I know they are very instinctual and I can usually catch them within a few paragraphs at most.

[theemeraldwarwolf]

Hey! The first chapter of my first story, Not Just Yet, has been uploaded to Ao3! It's a Pokéfic following a competitive battler struggling with his most recent loss. I broke it up into a main chapter and an epilogue for pacing, but when the epilogue is uploaded soon please let me know if you think they should have been kept as one! Also if I made any mistakes with tagging the story please let me know so I can do better with future stories. All that out of the way, I'll not waste your time any longer. Please enjoy Not Just Yet:

Not Just Yet (6398 words) by TheEmeraldWarwolf Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Pocket Monsters | Pokemon - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Original Pokemon Trainer(s), Sirnight | Gardevoir, Zoroark (Pokemon), Eifie | Espeon, Windie | Arcanine Additional Tags: Swearing, Light Angst, Trauma Summary: Competitive battler and trainer Deuce Tuffin has had a successful career in Unova, but the last few seasons of competition have been rough for him. The most recent one especially has put him in a position where he finds himself questioning the future of his career. At his lowest point he finds support from his team, but not everyone on his team is particularly nice about their support. But maybe the support he needs is blunt honesty.

[nerdnag]

Ahahahaha! I, Constance von Nuvelle, shall offer you a rare bit of my praise!

In fact, I shall do one better! Not only am I myself well pleased with your daily efforts, but indeed the entire legacy of House Nuvelle would be suitably in awe were they to see you now!

Hm-hm... you know, my noble house could well use talents such as yours. Surely restoring the status of House Nuvelle is grand enough to serve as its own reward, yes?

(After all, I have no money with which to pay you...)

omg I can't submit this anonymously because it'll remove the portraits I hate this website

Oh...! What is the meaning of this...? Are my eyes deceiving me or is there an imposter in our midst?!

... Wait. Is this some kind of trickery on behalf of Yuri? Only he could sink so low! Ugh. I'll have you know that it is not so easy to fool a Nuvelle!

That being said, if you are even half as competent as I am... Then I suppose I could benefit from your assistance. You are clearly an excellent judge of character, after all...

Yes... Yes! It has been settled. You shall aid me in my magical research, as compensation for attempting to fool me with your trickery!

You shall rue the day that you dared to cross Constance von Nuvelle.

Oh, by the by. I adore your scarf. Quite fashionable, if I dare say so. Hm-hm!

[leo-regulus]

Hahaha, yeah that's fair, I am not actually Herlock Sholmes and my detective work is pretty lacking. xD (Gina's riddle is destroying me. I have gotten nowhere with it. I'm tempted to page a British friend for help.)

Oh! I mean the way you type your tags - Kazzy is all lowercase and skips punctuation; I skip most apostrophes on mobile and otherwise am really similar to Kazzy on desktop; and you and Barok both start with capitalization and are very firm about punctuation. Most people don't tag-type like that, so it was a dead ringer. Also possibly how Ryu's mod is hiding themselves, by his typing style being different from theirs. (I type very lengthy even when RPing, so that's my dead giveaway.)

Hahaha, that's usually how things go! I'm honestly tempted to make Klint a blog and just go "My darling Barok, we have tumblr in the afterlife," by way of explanation, but I'd have to figure out how to characterize him in a way everyone likes, and also if I even have time for that. Definitely a smart move on Eifie's part to get those two together (in their get-along tshirt), since I found Barok through Kazzy and Kazzy himself in the main tags; and now we have like seven RP blogs!

Hello!! It took some sleuthing to find you, because we do not share circles of TGAA fandom at all, but now that I have, I can ask! Obviously Arda and I have been doing some improv RPs with Kazuma and otherwise doing Shenanigans. However, since Barok is so stoic, I'm genuinely unsure: are you / is Barok down for Shenanigans like that? I'd love to rope him in a bit more, I never want anyone to feel left out, but I'm unsure if you're down for Shenanigans? If you're not I can back off with no hard feelings, but I found you so now I can ask properly? :O

Hi!! Hehe I've been wondering how long it'd take for you to find me. I think I saw you guess that it was someone else a while back, which was very amusing to me. Probably because one of my greatest joys in life is to be sneaky ^_^

I am SO up for shenanigans. I love shenanigans. Give me the absolute worst shenanigans you have in your répertoire.

[nerdnag]

she misses you

(I literally cannot draw)

Omg I love her 😭😭😭😭😭

Thank you Coco and Eifie!!! I miss you too!! 💕

[nerdnag]

(points at Sara with a friendship bracelet around my wrist)

OPEN PALM SLAMS YOUR HAND WHILE WEARING A FRIENDSHIP BRACELET OF MY OWN

[nerdnag]

I'm no coward I don't need anon to confess that I think you are so cool and admirable and can't believe you deign to speak to an NPC such as myself

Well this is awkward because actually I think you are the cool one lol.

I admire how you stand up for yourself and your friends. I admire how good you seem to be at friend-making. I admire your kindness and honesty. I admire your craftiness. I admire your humor and ability to be so funny. I admire how generously you answer my sometimes awkward questions in your DMs.

There's a lot to admire about you!