#I SHOULD BE DOING MY WORK WORK ARUGH

[allbeendonebefore]

sometimes im like "why do i do anything creative ever" and then i listen to snow patrol - take back the city and im like oh yeah that

[alieinthemorning]

Not True  [Diluc Ragnvindr]

Content: Fluff, Hurt (You)/ Comfort (Diluc)

Pronouns: None

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Original Work: I Love you | Diluc Ragnvindr

This work’s concepts, plot and original characters are my own which means I do not allow any sort of creative theft nor do I allow my work to be entered into any sort of A.I. bots. Thank you for respecting my space and boundaries.

You admired Diluc’s tenacity.

Your Lover.

Wine Tycoon

Vigilant of Mondstadt

And whatever else he did amongst the shadows.

Oh and,

Bartender.

The persona he was taking up now.

Sleeves rolled up as he mixed yet another drink flawlessly.

You smiled, admiring him and enjoying the bubbly atmosphere.

Until it popped.

A group of rowdy men howled loudly with laughter.

They weren’t directly beside you, but near enough to have your smile drop.

The bubbly atmosphere wasn’t so bubbly anymore.

Suddenly the whole room was too much and you needed to get away.

“Hey.”

Your breath caught in your throat, eyes flying to meet that of your beloved.

“I have some paperwork to finish before tomorrow.” He extended his hand, “Let’s go home.”

The smile floated back to the surface.

“I’ll brew some tea.”

You stared at the basket in front of you.

Colorful balls of yarn laid like eggs in a nest.

You had…an urge to learn to knit after watching Noelle knit a sweater in an hour.

So, you asked her to teach you.

And things were fine!

While you were with her.

You did a few small things to start

Small shapes like hearts because they were cute, coasters and even mug cozies.

But now that you were home with your latest project, a sweater for your beloved,

you froze.

The task was now daunting and scary.

What if you messed it up?

What if he didn’t like it?

What if he wanted to break up because of your terrible work?

What if—?

“You know,” You were startled out of your thoughts, as Diluc rounded the couch, eyeing yarn. “I was just thinking about taking up a hobby.” He picked one up then looked at you. “Would you be willing to teach me, love?”

You took a shaky breath, as your heart skipped a beat.

“I’ll try my best.”

“We’ll try together.”

“Arugh!” You crumpled the paper in your hand, then slammed your fist into the desk.

This was the fifth time you were rewriting this.

Why was your handwriting so sloppy?

Why did the pen keep bleeding?

Why wasn’t the paper as smooth as it should be?

Why?

Why?

Why?

You swung your hand to the side, relishing in the sound of all the items on the desk clattering to the floor. 

But then your name was being called by your beloved,

And your anger very quickly fizzled into fear. 

You ducked underneath the desk, tucking yourself close and hiding your face away.

The moment you squeezed your eyes shut, the door opened. 

Silence, then footsteps, but not toward you, but the side. 

The discarded items were picked up from the floor, but you dare not face him.

Once everything was back in order, you felt his presence kneeling beside you. 

It took about a minute for you to gain the courage, or rather become uncomfortable, to face him. 

His arms were open, an invitation. 

And you selfishly took it.

“I’m sorry!” You sobbed. “I didn’t mean to! I just got so angry and—!”

“It’s okay.” His whisper cut through your sniffling, “Anger can claim even the gentlest of us.”  

You wanted to run

To hide

To no longer exist. 

You couldn’t handle anymore. 

You knew, logically, that they weren't trying to be mean 

Or rude

Or to forget you. 

You were always so forgettable. 

No wonder— 

“There you are.” His voice startled you out of your thoughts.

You flinched at each of his footfalls, only stopping once he did. 

He curled in on yourself as he lowered himself to you. 

“Whatever it is, it isn’t true.” 

You bit your lip. 

You knew it wasn’t true, but you just couldn’t help it. 

“Let me see you.” He brushed a hand over your head. 

You lifted your head, but the moment you locked eyes with the crimson ones, the tears fell and so did your head.

How could someone like him love someone like you? 

His arms wrapped around you and kissed the crown of your head. “I love you, you know.” 

You nodded. 

“Let me hear you say it. Please.” 

“I know you love me, Diluc Ragnvindr.” 

“And I always will. I will tell you as many times as you need to hear it.” 

“Tell me you love me.”

You felt him smile. 

“I love you.”

Initial Note: Okay, so I know you wanted more than just Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria, but I’m only comfortable with writing about that since I suffer from it. I don’t want accidentally offend anyone or present them incorrectly. So I’m sorry about that but I do hope you enjoyed what I did write. Diluc loves you! 

...

So, hey its getting close to two years since I wrote this, or rather the original one because oops this went from

"I want to have all of my Collection works on AO3 to be their own individual works because I don't always read other people's collection works, so why should I have mine like that" to "I should rewrite this"

So uh, maybe more will get an update to keep an eye out.

Also this is the original title of this fic, I don't know why I changed it to "I Love You"

Oh also peep the fact that I fully fulfilled the request out now lol

Gee I wonder what changed.

Totally not related but the second to last part is based off a true story haha :)

Also also, to the person who originally requested this: I really hope you see this! And if you do please send an ask! Reminder that Diluc love You!

Ko-Fi | Commission | Masterlist

[stephanie-strange]

It started off like most mornings. After pulling an all nighter Tony has FRIDAY give him a date and time update to see if it's an appropriate time to go and pester his favorite doctor. Don't tell Bruce but it's not him.

Boss, it is 11:42 a.m. November 27th.

That sounds like lunch! He'll pick her up some food on his way over. Stephanie had informed that she should have been back last night from some Doctor Strange: Sorceress Supreme mission or whatever so she could probably use food that doesn't taste like whatever eyeballs and tentacles taste like.

He'd make her pasta, she could probably use the carbs, but that's kinda a dinner thing. Pizza is a good option but he's the one who likes new york pizza so many that's not considerate. Tacos could be fun but is that sending the wrong message or is he putting the wrong message onto the tacos to send! Burgers. Everybody loves burgers. But burgers feels so lazy! Like a cop out!

Arugh! This is why he makes her choose, he gets in his head about it and starts over thinking!

He takes a breath and asks FRIDAY to start bringing up some of Steph's most requested orders on a holo-screen and compares them to his Google search 'types of food'.

Rice is fourth on the list given from Google and matches up with how often Steph request Pho. There, he can get a rice bowl and a noodle bowl, maybe some sides and just let her pick, everybody wins! But mostly him.

With a plan in mind he jumps into gear, putting on a casual suit because he feels fancy today and head into town in a black convertible. By the time he gets to his favorite Chinese place is quarter to 1 and he figures he should pick up enough to fill her fridge while he's at it. If not for her sake, for Wong and Clea.

With loot in hand, Tony enters the Sanctum as though he owns the place. He owns most places and may or may not have been train out of working into a room any other way but that's fine, probably.

He heads down to the kitchen area and notices Steph participating in the Olympic sport of mopping. He bypasses her, careful not to step on her wet floors like Anna thought him.

"If you want to keep a girl from killing you, never. Ever. Set foot on her wet floors. She can't be held accountable"

He's never actually looked into if that was a law or not but he's not to sure he actually cares enough to risk his life over it today.

"Good afternoon my beloved creature of the night! I brought you food! How was the thing?"

@st4rk-r4ving-h4zelnut

This time of year never got easier. Sure it had been decades. Even longer if she counted her time with Dormammu. But like clockwork every year. November the 27th rolled around.

And Donna still wasn’t here.

So she had taken out her anger on a demon. And it had made a mess of her floor.

“Dead now.” She replies dryly.

Wong steps into the room and shoots Tony a look that clearly says run for your life. And just in case that doesn’t get through the man’s head, Wong also shakes his head no.

Stephanie stops her mopping and looks up to see her friend standing in the doorway. She swipes some… black oily substance from her eye.

“Don’t you have better things to do today than hover? I’m sure they need you at Kamar Taj…”

“I don’t think you should be left alone in your current state.”

“And why is that?” She asks venomously. Her third eye opening.

Wong lets out a defeated sigh.

“Good luck.” He whispers to Tony. Before absconding in a portal.

Steph locked eyes (all three of em’) with Tony.

“Why are you here?” She asked rather bluntly.

The cloak of levitation who had been hovering near her zipped over to Tony and landed on his shoulders.

@st4rk-r4ving-h4zelnut

[between-two-fandoms]

An angst+hurt/comfort fic where Douxie remembers a bad experience that happened in Camelot, and Claire talks him through it? (Like, Maybe about how Douxie got the scar on his hand?

This definetly got way out of hand, lmao! I hope you like it. :) Cross posted onto ao3 and can be found with the link. If you’ve sent me an ask I promise I’m getting to it. My box exploded with notifs today so I’m playing catch up.

Enjoy!

R

Their training session had been going well, Douxie was impressed by how quickly Claire was able to pick up on new spells and magical abilities. Today Douxie had decided to take a leaf out of Merlin’s book so they were training in the forest instead of Trollmarket. One of his mentor’s earliest lessons was that you’d have no control over where the battle took place, so be prepared for any possible outcome of a battle ground. Douxie laughed as he countered Claire’s shadow magic with his own, his shield of magic blocking her attacks. The deflected magic took down some of the nearby trees, causing them to crash onto the floor. “Arugh!” The young witch-in-training groaned as she continued to fail to get a single hit in. “How are you so good?!” She yelled, firing a blast of magic with every word. Douxie leapt out of the way of each attack while began chanting for another spell. One of Claire’s bursts of magic barely skimmed the top of his head, destroying the tree Douxie was hiding behind. He winced in sympathy for the tree then flipped over the stump shouting,

“Years of training fair Claire! Telo lumen!” His offensive spell worked like a charm, bolts of lightening erupted from his right hand, scaring Claire into portaling a little further away. Douxie began chanting another spell, something that would trap Claire into a bubble of magic. She beat him to it though, eyes flashing purple and black she threw a wave of shadows in his direction too fast for Douxie to deflect. Douxie was thrown across the woods and landed on the ground, rolling until his back hit a rather large stone. Douxie coughed as he regained his balance.

“Teach!” Claire shouted, concern laced in her voice. She portaled next to him. “I’m so sorry, are you okay?” She asked, helping him stand back up. Douxie nodded as he blinked his eyes back into focus. His balance still seemed to be off, so he relied on her for support.

“Of course Claire. It’ll take more than a spunky little witch to take me down!” He exclaimed, striking a victorious pose on the rock. Claire didn’t look convinced,

“I’m not too sure what I even did. I was just so angry and annoyed that I couldn’t get a hit on you and it just sort of… happened.” Douxie nodded, sliding back down to sit an recuperate his strength.

“Magic is emotion Claire, once you learn how to channel the energy you’ll become a formidable opponent.” Claire nodded then sat on the grass next to him. The two sat in silence, then she frowned,

“How’d you get that?” She asked Douxie, pointing at his wrist. Looking down Douxie saw what she was looking at. His original arcane must’ve fallen off his wrist during their sparring session, exposing his scar. Douxie winced then pulled his sleeve down covering the ugliness of the mark.

“Training mishap,” he said unconvincingly. At Claire’s look of disbelief he insisted, “it happened over a century ago Claire, I’m fine.” Douxie stood up, still a little wobbly from Claire’s shadow magic.

“Maybe you should stay the night at Jim’s. You know, just in case I accidentally did something… Morgana-like,” Claire said as they made their way back into town. Shaking his head Douxie protested,

“Claire it was just a little bit of shadow magic. Nothing I haven’t seen before, a good night’s rest and I’ll be right as rain.” As he spoke he felt a wave of weak energy rush through him and he stumbled forward a few steps. Claire made a sort of tsking sound then she said,

“If you don’t want to stay with Jim then you’re staying with me. No arguing, no ‘but I’m a mysterious master wizard with diabolical plans.’ Got it Douxie?” She asked. Knowing a lost battle when he saw one Douxie caved. Nodding he begrudgingly agreed,

“Alright fine, but I’m telling you, there’s nothing wrong with me.” Douxie shivered as a cold breeze blew through the street. He pulled his sweatshirt around him a little bit tighter as he followed Claire up the steps to her house. As helpful as always, Claire showed him the way to the guest room and dragged in a few extra blankets.

“It gets a little chilly in here,” she explained as she threw the heavy quilts over the bed. Douxie sunk into the mattress, suddenly exhausted from the long day of training. He caught himself absentmindely tracing the pattern of the scar wrapped around his hand. Claire nodded at the actions, “are you sure you’ll be alright?” She asked, obviously hesitant to leave him by himself. Douxie nodded and gave her a cheeky smile,

“I’ll be fine Claire. Thanks for letting me stay the night.” The shadow witch nodded,

“What sort of friend would I be if I left you on your own? Goodnight Douxie,” she said flipping the lights off. Douxie nodded in the darkness as he whispered,

“Goodnight Claire.” As soon as his head hit the pillow his mind warped into a land of nightmares…

Douxie was around five centuries old at this point, still training with Merlin. They were training in the field today, Merlin wanted to give Douxie some real-life experience. “Now Douxie,” Merlin began, “you must understand… you just aren’t ready for larger spells yet. Keep practicing what you know. Once you’ve mastered your current level I shall teach you -” he cut himself off and summoned a miniature dragon made out of green flames. Douxie stared at the beast in awe as it patted it’s feet and curled up in a circle, resting in the palm of Merlin’s hand. “Spells and magic beyond what you believe is real.” Douxie accidentally ran into Merlin’s outstretched arm and his mentor dragged him behind a rather large rock.

“Master, what is it?” Douxie asked, trying to peer over the stone. Merlin shoved his head down, forcing him to hide.

“Trolls, gumm gumms. We must’ve traveled further into the forest than I had originally planned,” Merlin said as a familiar expression grew on his face. Douxie recognised it as Merlin’s planning-face.

“How many are there?” Douxie asked eagerly, he knew the dangers of the gumm gumms, but he was itching for a fight. “We can take them!” Merlin shoved his overeager head back behind the rock.

“Stay here Hisirdoux,” Merlin ordered. Douxie groaned inwardly, benched during a fight… again. It wasn’t exactly doing wonders for his self-esteem. Nevertheless, he listened to his mentor and stayed out of sight. After a few minutes of failed negotiation Douxie heard the telltale sounds of combat raging, with Merlin at the center of it.

“Master Merlin!” He called out, jumping up from his hiding place in time to see his mentor blasted into a rather thick tree trunk. Merlin slid onto the ground, eyes rolling to the back of his head. The three gumm gumms turned and faced Douxie, fists balled and ready to throw. Douxie sprinted across the clearing and slid in front of his mentor, summoning a protective barrier of magic around them. “Merlin what do I do?” He asked, struggling to keep his shield up. In response Merlin’s head just leaned to the right, falling the rest of the way to the ground. “Right Hisirdoux, you’re on your own.” The gumm gumms multiplied while he was distracted, now reaching numbers of six or seven instead of three. “Damn it all!” Douxie exclaimed. He took his shield down and fired a massive wave of magic at the gumm gumms. Enemy distracted, Douxie dragged his mentor behind the tree trunk and returned to his defensive post.

“Run Hisirdoux,” Merlin’s voice mumbled from behind the tree. Douxie shook his head as he summoned another offensive blast of magic, taking out two of their enemies.

“You wouldn’t leave me!” He shouted, catching some of the other gumm gumms in freeze traps. He had no choice but to return to the defensive side of things. With his shield up Douxie tried to get Merlin to wake but the bastard of an old man kept muttering something about two spells at once, and a warning. Douxie’s eyes widened in realization - he could perform two spells at once. He’d been practicing his portals, and with the help of his arcane wrist band he could perform a few blasts while doing so. 

Decision made he charged up his magic he kicked Merlin into the portal first. Douxie could feel the strain the double spell performance was having on his body, but he didn’t care. All he wanted was to make sure he and Merlin got back to Camelot safely. Shouting an incantation Douxie launched bolts of lightning at the gumm gumms. As he used more of his magic the young wizard-in-training felt his magic grow weaker. Soon after the gumm gumms were all destroyed he felt a hand wrap around his ankles and pull him through the portal just as his world turned to black.

Waking up in a cold sweat Douxie grabbed at his scarred hand, the nightmare still haunted him even though he was awake. “Doux?” A soft voice asked, knocking on the door. He shivered and pulled the quilts tighter around him, suddenly grateful for the extra warmth. “Oh Douxie, it’s alright,” Claire said as she sunk into the chair next to the bed. She ran a hand through his hair trying to calm him down. “You’re okay Douxie,” Claire promised as he gripped her hand tighter with his scarred one. Douxie took a shaky breath then apologized,

“I uh, sorry about this.” He knew Claire had a lot on her plate already. She shouldn’t have to worry about a master wizard who suffered from ptsd and panic attacks. Claire didn’t stop the calming circles she was tracing on his back.

“You don’t need to apologize for having nightmares Douxie. After Jim went into the Darklands he had night terrors almost every time he closed his eyes. Do you want to talk about it?” Claire asked hesitantly. Douxie frowned,

“It was years ago. Shouldn’t bother me as much anymore.” The two fell into a comfortable silence then Douxie found himself tracing his scar again. “Merlin and I were training in the woods outside of Camelot. He wanted to give me some real-world experience or something I guess. We traveled too far and ended up in gumm gumm territory. Merlin got knocked out and well… I had to defend us both.” Claire hummed, then nodded to encourage him to continue. Douxie sighed, “we were overpowered but I couldn’t let Merlin down. I uh… it was the first time I casted two spells at once. You need years upon years of training to cast multiple spells but what other choice did I have? In the middle of the fight I used my magic to summon a portal back to the castle and used it to fight off the remaining gumm gumms.” Douxie shrugged, “I guess I passed out because I ended up waking up to having a new scar on my hand and one of Merlin’s infamous lectures of me being a foolish apprentice.

“You’re safe now though. No gumm gumms, no Morgana, no Arcane Order. The guardians of Arcadia will call us if they need any help tonight. You just rest,” Claire urged him as he settled back into the bed. Douxie gave her a small smile,

“Since when did you get so wise?” Claire chuckled,

“Since I had an amazing teacher. Sleep, Douxie. We’ll be here when you wake up in the morning. Douxie nodded and this time when he closed his eyes, he knew Claire would be there to keep the nightmares at bay.

[syncogon]

i just realized that starting a music up 2 commentary is a really great idea. because i have a lot of thoughts and might as well compile them.

personally even without the rest of the backstory i think it’s SUPER funny and in character that jiang haoxu would spend x years obsessing over ye feng and ye feng literally had to do a google baidu search to figure out who he was (and he still didn’t even figure it out until halfway through the performance LOL)

ok TOP’s song kinda slaps. even though they’re still assholes. and the dancing is a bit wack. but their costumes are hella nice love how they’re all different to suit their indv styles but all fit the theme

im screaming at this “i wanna perform my new song” like BRO that’s not how it works?? the time to announce that was days ago not 3 minutes before performance?? you can’t just sight-read with 0 rehearsal and expect it to be good - yo it’s not even sightreading yall won’t even have music up there it’ll just be improv on a song you’ve never heard before arghhhhhhh that’s not how any of this works?? 

omg backstory. loving all these baby scenes. MAGGIE’S BABY VOICE HOLY CRAP. 

oh my god they’re all so cute i’m losing it. maggie’s missing a tooth. this is also pretty convenient how it all lines up but it’s super cute so i don’t care i’ll accept these scenes of first encounters

“why didn’t you say anything” BECAUSE HE’S A COWARD. wait hmm this “ctg is a coward” sure seems familiar huh wow continuity (jk there’s like no continuity btwn seasons as we’ve already seen but whatever i’ll point stuff out.)

man i hate this dude’s voice. i’ve had enough of this dude! they’re ugly bc they’re smug ass bastards. 

“7 years ago he beat me once” HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ARE YOU KIDDING ME? HOW OLD WERE YOU? LIKE 9?? just imagining a fuckin 9 year old harboring such a deep resentment for seven years like god damn you’re a kid what the hell do you know

also like damn what’s with this obsession over new songs anyway? so risky, plenty of times artists have debuted a song to mixed reactions. it’s not inherently bad choice to stick to a classic everyone already loves? man maybe i just don’t know the competitive high school music band scene well enough :pensive:

have i mentioned how much i hate that they’re translating all the english things in the subs? OPEN is now “开门乐队” tf? bitch i’ll kill you. the whole point of OPEN was that it could refer to opening many things! like doors but also windows and hearts and minds and feelings. smh 

YE FENG IS RIGHT ARE YOU FUCKING EXPECTING TO SOLO THIS? BROOOOO arugh im dying here

oh my god what if you sang TWO songs. imagine. consider. revolutionary. or is that forbidden in the code of competitive high school music bands

aw the candy thing is kind of cute but would’ve been better if spaced out over more episodes and also feels super out of place with this music and tension hahaha. still it’s very earnest and honest-hearted and i respect it 

ok so this is super cheesy but also like THEY’RE FRIENDS i like this so much more than bs rivalry shenanigans like god damn they’re friends they’ve earned it let them be friends wahhhhhhhh and also like yf sending away everyone else prob bc he’s too embarrassed to show this side of him ahaha

big fan of seeing yf and cr together too ofc let them be a happy mutually-understanding couple 

(insert lots of pleading emojis)

i am also tbh a big fan of ctg using his piano/keyboard skills to make his song tho like - embracing and reconciling that part of yourself instead of wholly rejecting it! that’s char growth!

why is “self” “我的狂”???? damn they’re so unoriginal with all these song names

xiao yun is the only member of TOP that has any rights omg. you’re great and i love you. he saw through the plot all along! god im so weak for outgoing competent chars that are smarter and have more depth than they appear. you can be an asshole and still likable! god your seniors could take a lesson.

man if i wasn’t already expecting this ending to the ep i’d be super mad and frustrated. this is so dumbbbb and the cut is bad and unrealistic too i wanna hear the whole song! no one should have even heard the accusation and even if you do you still just gotta keep going show must go on come on! (tho the song isn’t my type... i’m less a fan of these kind of ballad-y songs. kinda too angsty. although that fits ctg lmaoo.) 

ok finally done! alas it was only 480p but at least i can browse the weibo posts now

i don’t even understandd tho like open is the only group here that’s a real instrumental band the others are like singing/dancing idol groups?? totally incomparable how can you do battle when you’re on like totally different planes?? is this also part of the competitive high school music band code??

[wolfyred-ks]

Adrinette April 2019 Day 14

@adrinetteapril

This worked out to be a 2 parter. Tune in tomorrow for the other half.

Part 2 - Love rivals

Part 3 - Beach

Part 4 - Confession

Part 5 - In the rain

Day 14 - The Valentine

This time it was going to go right. This time she didn’t forget to sign it. This time she would give it to Adrien. .. .. .. or not. She’d signed it. She could give it to him. Maybe. For sure. Later.

“Arugh!!!! Tikki, why is this so hard.” Marinette moaned. She banged her head down to her school desk.

Tikki peeped out from Marinette’s bag, “Marinette, you’ve worried about this all night. You re-drew the card four times. you spent 3 afternoons on the wording. The card is absolutely perfect. You even practiced what you were going to say. Just stay calm and everything will be fine.”

She had gotten to school 20 minutes early this Valentine’s morning. She wanted to give Adrien the Valentine personally. Last year, with Alya’s support, she had mailed it to Adrien but couldn’t remember if she had signed it or not. When Adrien didn’t mentioned it the next day, she presumed that she hadn’t signed it at all.

She got up early and got to class so that when he came in she could give it to him. Maybe she got here too early.

Adrien was about to leave for school. He was just fixing his hair. Plagg floated up beside him in the mirror. “Well, think any ladies are going to give you Valentines this year? Wanting any from someone special? Like the bakery girl?

“Plagg, her name is Marinette and she is a very good friend.” Adrien put down his brush and motioned for Plagg to get in his school bag. “Marinette’s sweet but I don’t think she likes me that way. She still has trouble talking to me.”

“Maybe it’s because she like-likes you?” Plagg slowly floated over to the bag. “Kid, I’ve been around a long time and some girls get nervous and tongue tied around the boys they like.” He settled into the bag.

Adrien picked up the bag and hoisted it over his shoulder. “Even if she does like-likes me, my heart belongs to Ladybug.” He started to head outside to the car. “If she does I’ll have to break it to her gently. She’s a very good friend and I don’t want to hurt her.” Adrien left for school hoping that Marinette just felt like a friend towards him.

Marinette was still sitting in class and people had started walking in. A bunch of different girls from the school had dropped into the class room and left Valentines on Adrien’s desk. Marinette had watched them and with each one she started to doubt herself more.

Alya entered with Nino. “Gurl! What are you doing here this early?”

Marinette groaned, “Well I was going to give Adrien a Valentine, but with all the other ones on his desk now, I’m not too sure.”

Alya sat next to her friend. “Did you sign it?”

“Yes.” She put her head on the desk again.

Alya looked at Nino and got his attention. She mimed taking the card from Marinette and giving it to him, then him putting it under the other cards on Adrien’s part of the desk.

Nino nodded and held up his hand to get the card. Alya grabbed it and before Marinette could protest Nino had shoved it under the pile.

“Nino, Alya. No. Give it back.” Marinette was about to lean forward and try to retrieve her card when Adrien walked in.

“Morning everyone.” He glanced at the cards on his desk and gave a sigh.

“What’s wrong dude?” Nino asked.

“Every Valentine’s Day I get tonnes of cards, from tonnes of girls. Of which none of them know me. All they see is the model and the fame. Sometimes I kind of don’t like being a celebrity.” Adrien gathered the cards and put them in a side pocket of his bag. He’d look through them later.

Behind him Marinette felt a little sad that Adrien couldn’t enjoy Valentine’s Day. She wanted to reach out to him but didn’t know what to say.

The teacher walked in and class began.

During the course of the day Marinette came up with various ways of getting ‘The Valentine’ back. She could accidentally kick Adrien’s bag while being clumsy, spill the contents and grab hers as she helped him pick them all up. She could take his bag while he wasn’t paying attention, get her card out and put the bag back. She could have Nino distract Adrien while she set his bag on fire, destroying the card, along with the others, and possibly burning down the school, and then when they found out she started the blaze they’ll put her in jail and she’ll never get.... She smacked her cheeks. “No, no thinking like that.”

She asked Alya to help her get it back. “No. You have been wanting to tell him for a long time girl. The card is in the stack. I’m not helping you get it back.”

Eventually Marinette felt that some possible humiliation would be better then Adrien finding out she made him a card. She waited for him after the last class in the locker room.

“Um A-adrien?” she stammered.

Adrien looked up from his locker to see Marinette standing beside him. Her cheeks flushed, her hands twisting together in front of her, and her looking everywhere but him. “Marinette. What can I do for you?”

“Ah ahaa, this morning I was holding a Valentine card I made for someone and I got bumped while sitting at my desk. I thought it fell to the floor but I couldn’t find it. I think it may have fallen into the cards that were on your desk. Is it alright if I look through them to get it back?” She tapped her finger tips together and kind of curled into herself as she talked.

“Oh,” Adrien was surprised. “Sure, no problem. Just let me search through them and..”

“NO.” Marinette shouted. If Adrien saw the card he would know it was for him and not someone else. “I I, ah I kind of don’t want you to see who I wrote it too. I’m a little embarrassed about it.”

Adrien thought it was strange, but he gathered up all the cards from his bag and held them out to her. “Here you go.”

Marinette gently took the pile and sifted through them, found her card and clutched it close to her chest. “Thank you Adrien.” She turned and left.

‘Well,’ thought Adrien, ‘she wants to give a card to someone else. It must mean she likes them and not me. I guess I don’t have to turn her down.’ Somehow the thought made him a little sad. He couldn’t figure out if he was sad because she liked someone else, or if it was that she wasn’t in like-like with him.

“Plagg?” Adrien looked into his bag, “I should be happy for Marinette. She likes someone other than me. Right?”

The little kwami just shrugged, secretly he knew that this set some thought in Adrien’s head that may turn him from Ladybug to Marinette, despite them being the same girl. Maybe now these two dorks would get together.

[blueseadespair]

DrV3 Alternative Mastermind Au Chapter 2 Day 5

Disclaimer: Same as before, and I apologize for the wait.

I woke up, and felt exhausted.  The Monokuma morning announcement had just finished and the Monokumars skit was starting.  It was like any other day, and then the realization hit me that Angie and Tsumugi were gone.  That left me with a heavy heart.  When I went back into the Cafeteria most of the people were quiet.  The only ones that seemed to do much talking was Shuichi, Rantarou, Kokichi, Kirumi, and Miu.  The Monokuma Announcement blared back on, and told us to meet in the Gym.  After that we all went back into the gym on heavy feet.

 Monokuma: Aw what’s with the gloomy faces?  It looks like you just attended a funeral.

Kaito: You bastard!

Monokuma: Sorry, two funerals.

Miu: Shut it you stuffed animal!

Monokuma: So, scary.  But I’m not here to taunt you.  To get those gloomy faces bright again I’ve open some more of the school!

Kirumi: What do you mean?

Monokuma: You know, new areas.  Like I’m just going to explain everything!  You people look for yourselves.

Shuichi: More new places huh.

Monokuma: Yup, yup, now get those gloomy buts of your’s up and moving!

Maki: You sure are happy after a murder happened.

Monokuma: But of course! A killing finally happened, so please continue killing each other! Bye, bye.

Kaito: Like hell we will!

Maki: I take it back you are an idiot.

Kaito: Don’t say that!

Rantarou: Well we should begin exploring again.

Gonta: We might find something that leads us out this time.

Kokichi: Don’t get your hopes up Gonta-chan.    As if Monokuma was that kind.

Tenko: Isn’t too soon to move on?  We didn’t have enough time to greave for our friends death.

Kaede: If only I could have done something.

Korekiyo: If you tried something, then maybe you might have been the one targeted.

Kaede: You mean-

Korekiyo: You could have been a casualty.

Kaede:…

Tenko: Hey! Don’t be mean!  It’s okay Kaede! Tenko will make sure to protect you!

Kaede: Thank you.

Tenko: I-It’s nothing.

Ryoma: Well we should start now.

Kaede: Okay.

 We headed out of the Gym, and began to explore the building once more.  I ended up walking past my talent room, and decided to open it.  It seems like it was still useable.  I reminisced a bit about before the killing.  I felt my heart squeeze, it was painful.  I thought, I might as well check the other talent rooms. I started with Anige’s and found that Tsumugi’s body was gone, as if the murder never happened in the first place. Rantarou and Kokichi were there.

 Kokichi: Kaede-chan?

Rantarou: What are you doing here?

Kaede: I’m not sure, I just felt to check this place out.

Kokichi: Sure, not there is much of anything here anyway.

Rantarou: It would seem that Monokuma cleaned up the body, and the crime scene.  

Kokichi: Do you think that Monokuma keeps the bodies somewhere? Or just dispose of them?

Kaede: What a cruel thing.  I hope it’s the former.

Kokichi: Well I don’t see any reason why Monokuma would try an keep dead bodies.

Rantarou: True, there doesn’t seems to be a place like a freezer to keep the dead bodies, other ways they would rot.

Kaede: What a morbid discussion.

Kokichi: Well we aren't in the happiest situation. Although, I would recommend to stay off Monokuma’s radar.  I wouldn’t want Monokuma to target me.

Rantarou: That seems to be wise, I get the feeling that Monokuma was going to make a move on me, because of some of my memories.

Kokichi: Speaking of which, didn’t you say something interesting in the Class trial earlier? Something about your memories.

Rantarou: It’s still foggy, but I know one thing now. This kind of thing has happened before. I don’t have any evidence, but it’s just a feeling.

Kaede: I se, don’t push yourself too much.  It might have been a traumatic experience, and your memories locked up because of that.

Rantarou: I hope that’s the case.

 The room, it felt so empty.  I left the room with Kokichi and Rantarou discussing this lost memories, and explored some more, I saw Shuichi exiting a relatively plain looking door. If I remember that room was closed.

 Kaede: Shuichi?

Shuichi:! K-kaede? You scared me.

Kaede: Sorry, but what were you doing?

Shuichi: It would seem that my talent room is now open.

Kaede: Really?  Can I see.

Shuichi: Sure, I guess.

Kaede: I guess?

Shuichi: Sorry but there really isn’t that much to see.

 He lead me to the door and opened it.  Inside there many books, and what seemed to look like potions.  It seemed out of place, but the books defiantly suited it.

 Shuichi: See, nothing much.

Kaede: So this is yours, well there certainly seems to be many reference books.

Shuichi: Maybe

Kaede: Maybe? You don’t sound certain.

Shuichi: Well most of the cases I’ve solved until now were just simple cases, nothing like murder.  Looking for lost children, and animals.  It was just one case that helped me get the SHSL title.

Kaede: Really?  That's nice thought, even the little things help to make this world better. And it is all thanks to that case that I was able to meet you.

Shuichi: I-I see.  Thank you.

Kaede: Why are you all red now?  Did you catch a cold?

Shuichi: What? N-no that’s not it.

Kaede: Is that so?  Well I hope your okay.  This plays is defiantly useful though.  With this you might figure something out.

Shuichi: I’ll do the best I can.

Kaede: Thank you.

 With that I left the room.  I then came across a more European door.  As I walked in I saw Kirumi and Korekiyo talking.  I also noticed the dolls dressed in fine outfits aswell.

 Kirumi: Ah, Miss Akamatsu.  Welcome, this seems to be my talent room.

Korekiyo: Kukuku, it suits you very well.

Kirumi: Thank you, Mister Shinguji.

Kaede: It seems so big, and has such a refined air, kind of like you Kirumi.

Kirumi: I thank you for your praise, but I am simply but a maid.

Kaede: But your really impressive with all the feats you can do.  Defiantly on ordinary high school student could do something like that.

Korekiyo: True, you posses some prowess that we don’t have. It would be no surprise if you were hiding somethings from us.

Kirumi:…

Kaede: Huh?

Korekiyo: Someone like her is surly to have secrets of her own.

Kaede: That's true, but doesn’t everyone?

Korekiyo:…

Kirumi:…

Kaede:… I understand, well I’ll be taking my leave.

Kirumi: Have a safe trip.

 As I was walking I came across a bright red door, but as I tried to approach it Maki appeared and tried to hid what was in it.  I was a little suspicious but the air she had around her told me not to push it.  I decided to travel elsewhere, and came across a traditional wooden door, and heard lots of noises.  Inside it looked like a Judo area, but with looks of advanced machinery.  There was Tenko, Himiko, Gonta, and Kaito.

 Tenko: Kaede! Look at this place!  Isn’t amazing!

Kaede: Ya, I’m surprised how spacious this whole building is.

Himiko: I wonder if they have a spa area too.  It’d be nice to relax.

Gonta: Outdoor facilities are good too.

Kaito: Maybe an astronomy place too!

Tenko: Here you can train your body, and get stronger. If we get strong enough then we might be able to fight off those robots!

Kaito: That might not be a bad idea.  Especial since we have Gonta, we could turn him to a fighting machine.

Gonta: If Gonta can be useful Gonta will be happy.  So Gonta will train hard!

Tenko: Hrmp, I don’t want to admit is but you are our best choice.  I won’t go easy training with you though.

Gonta: Gonta accept!

Kaito:  Looks like I have to up my game too.

Himiko: You guys do what you want, it seems like too much work, so I’m going to sit this one out.

Kaede: But that might help us get out though.  If we can fight those things off then we would be able get out with anymore death.

Kaito: That would be nice.

Kaede: I’ll go check to see I there is anything else.

Tenko: Stay safe Kaede.  Tenko will help to teach you so you can defend yourself!

 I left the area, and came across and entered a building that was locked earlier.  It held a swimming pool and Miu and Kiibo was there.

 Miu: You sure you don’t rust?

Kiibo: Yes, water doesn’t damage me, but it is difficult o get out sometimes.

Miu: So you can swim?

Kiibo: No, I sink like a rock.

Kaede: So, what are you guys talking about?

Kiibo: My capabilities, because there is a swimming pool, and Miu was asking be about it.  I was created with the best technology, and won’t short circuit in water.

Kaede: I see, that seems very helpful.

Miu: I could make improvements on Kiibo, but there still doesn’t seem to be any station for me!  It making me mad!

Kiibo: C-calm down!

Miu: Arugh! Fine!  I would like to meet the person who built you though.

Kiibo: If we get out of here I would be glad to show you to him.

Kaede: It would be nice if we could get out of here.

 After that I went to the cafeteria to talk about our findings.  There we decided to train ourselves, so we could stand against the robots.  Some how ever did not take part in the training. They were Rantarou, Kokichi, Himiko, and Maki.  Tenko agreed to train the girls, and Ryoma the boys. We agreed that the training should be in the morning, so that people still could have recreational activities during the evening.  Those who still wanted to train could.  Kaito and Tenko tried to work together to get the others to join in.  But it was futile that day, so they would try again tomorrow. With that a peaceful day passed with nothing happening.

[i-aim-to-overanalyze]

Impetus Chapter 2

So...you guys might remember that post floating around from @flaminganakin that I did a fic fill for, so to speak. Well, I’m trash and I decided to continue onward with it. I’d probably had it out sooner except I have an overwhelmingly large amount of inspiration and little to no time to write. But after writing on 2k worth of further chapter stuff, I finally churned out a more immediate follow up to the first piece.

Warnings:  Palpatine referenced as being a big creep again and Anakin being a little bit messed up in the head psychologically.

Padme Naberrie Amidala woke up with a pounding headache and a burning desire to skin the Supreme Chancellor of the free Republic alive.

“Arugh,” She sat up, clutching her head in pain.

Her parents had been gracious enough to set them up in a dark bedroom. Anakin was still caught in the jaws of sleep—his chest rising and down steadily. She gently ran her hand through his hair. He looked so peaceful, so innocent. She wanted to believe that Palpatine hadn’t preyed on Anakin. But she has known the Chancellor since a young girl and, she can believe it.

He has never attempted anything on her. But she spent months at his side, learning how to work the floor politically. She’s seen him manipulate people like marionettes to do his bidding. She’s always saw he was a snake behind his kind and naïve mask. She knew during the Crisis on Naboo that he had his greedy eyes set on obtaining the supreme chancellor seat. She only let him have it to secure Naboo’s freedom with as few casualties as possible. He was always a snake, but a snake on their side.

She has never had him make any advances towards her because Palpatine is smart. He wouldn’t risk his whole political career by assaulting his Queen. However, she witnessed how he stared intently at her growing prepubescent figure. How a touch on the shoulder lasted a few seconds longer than necessary. She never liked Palpatine after she discovered his true colors and he knew it. Both Palpatine and Padme put on a play for Naboo, as the finest political partnership the planet has ever produced. A weight lifted off her shoulders when Palpatine officially ended his mentorship.

“You’ve grown into a fine politician,” He gave one of his trademark grandfatherly smiles, “There’s nothing more I can teach you.”

“It’s an honor to receive such a compliment from you, Supreme Chancellor,” She smiled in returned, a carefully crafted one that all politicians are honed in.

The holo-cams buzzed as the press eagerly snapped pictures of the two’s handshake. The Holo-Net News went wild with the event, claiming you could see the “mutual trust and respect on their faces for one another”.  Padme laughed when her hand maidens showed her the article.

Palpatine’s eyes had flared up with anger and disgust. Padme had beaten him. He pursued her—perhaps he had hopes of Padme becoming one of his puppets. But she slipped through his cracks, slowly distancing herself with her task of helping run a planet. Their dance finished once he became established as a chancellor. He longer had need of her influence.

Padme was untouchable. Anakin, on the other hand, he was a completely different story. It infuriated her to think of such an easy target he must’ve been in Palpatine’s eyes. A former slave inducted into an order of people who forbade love? Poor Ani must’ve been starving for love! Love of any kind—no matter how twisted it was.

She could just picture it, Palpatine offering to take a young Anakin under his wing. The Jedi are peacemakers, the boy needs training in politics, let me take care of that for you. The Jedi agreed—who would argue when the Chancellor wants to tutor one of their own? Even if there had been dissent—Palpatine would’ve wormed his way in. The Jedi are servitude to the Republic and as a servant of the Republic, let me teach little Anakin.

Anakin, little doe-eyed fresh out of slavery Anakin, wouldn’t have refused. He might’ve been excited, even. He could’ve been starved for any sort of attention—to have Palpatine pay attention to him must’ve been elating. Palpatine wouldn’t have done anything wrong for the first few months. She’s seen how he operates. He would’ve buttered Anakin up, listening to his concerns with fake concern and understanding. Once he learned how to control Anakin, that was when he began.

It was all her fault, too. If she hadn’t been rash, if she didn’t put such a disgusting man in office—

A hand grabbed her wrist.

“Padme?” Anakin questioned. She couldn’t read his expressions well in the darkness. But she could tell he was confused and perhaps even frightened of where he was.

“I’m right here,” She said softly, “We’re at my parents’ home.”

“What—why’d are we at your parents’—“ His breathing hitched, “Oh Force, we told them we got married, didn’t we?!”

“I did, actually,” She admitted, “But we were both very drunk last night—“

“Are they going to tell the Jedi Order?!” Anakin interrupted, panicking.

“Anakin, Anakin, it’s okay,” Padme said, attempting to calm him, “They aren’t going to tell on you. They’re actually happy for us.”

“That’s—good,” He said, taken back by the news. He let go of her hand suddenly, clutching his stomach.

“I feel like—puking.” He hissed urgently.

“Hang on a minute—“ Padme snatched up the waste basket located conveniently by the bed.

He took the waste basket from her and shoved his face into it. She sympathetically rubbed his back as her husband retched up his meals from yesterday.

“I feel awful.” He said, as soon as he placed the bin down.

“Me too.” Padme murmured.

He looked at her before laughing, “At least we’re awful together.”

She grinned, happy to hear his laugh.

“Anakin, do you…remember what happened last night?”

“It’s…” Anakin paused, pulling his eyebrows together in concentration, “fuzzy. I remember the bar was closing and we had to get a taxi…”

His voice trailed off.

“Anakin…?” She asked worriedly.

“It’s my fault, isn’t it?” He murmured, “I was the one who suggested we go out to the bar. If we hadn’t gotten so drunk—“

“Ani, look at me.” She interrupted, as she placed her hands around his trembling shoulders, “I’m not mad at you. It was my decision to agree with your suggestion. If I hadn’t liked it, I wouldn’t have done it. You didn’t force me to do it, do you understand?”

He stared at her, as if startled by the revelation. She couldn’t sense the Force—but she could almost feel him poking at her presence, looking to see if her words rang truth. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, surprising her how fierce his hug was.

“I understand.” He spoke hoarsely.

“Good.” Padme smiled, as she pulled back to examine him once more.

He was still so uncertain, still frightened and panicked. Padme’s family was an unexpected variable—a variable that hadn’t been planned for. Anakin had been so insistent on keeping it a secret and she obliged him. But now that it was already unraveling quickly, it set on him on edge.

She pressed her forehead against his, “I love you, Ani. I wouldn’t have married you if I hadn’t.”

His breaths slowed, becoming a steady and calm cadence. He inhaled, his tongue clashing against his teeth to start forming words—

A pinging sound pierced the air and he flinched. He reached to his side for a nonexistent lightsaber.

“It’s just the buzzer,” She whispered to him before speaking up, “yes?”

The door slid open, revealing C-3PO with a tray. Padme blinked, had they brought the droids with them? She looked over at Anakin, who seemed to be sharing the same thought.

“Oh! You’re already awake!” The protocol droid spoke, unaware of their confusion. He walked over to their bedside, prattling on, “Mistress Padme, your parents requested me to check up on you and Master Ani and to give you this.”

He placed the tray down on the bedside table. It was two glasses of water with two tablets—presumably pills to help with the hangover.

“Also! They ask for the two of you to join them in the gardens.”

“Thank you, Threepio,” Anakin hesitated, “Threepio…how did you get here?”

“It’s all R2D2’s fault! That astromech is more trouble than he is worth, Master Ani! He’s a—“ The protocol droid descended into a lengthy string of swear words from various languages.

Padme had no idea what any of them meant—the droid knew over 6 million after all—but she could tell from the context they were very unpleasant.

“What’d Artoo do this time?” Anakin asked. Padme hid a smirk with her hand; he sounded like a parent meditating arguments between their children.

“You had informed us that you’d be back at precisely 2100 standard time. When you didn’t return, he sought to find you himself. I tried to dissuade him but he wouldn’t listen! I followed him only to make sure he didn’t end up as scrap, though that overweight glob of grease certainly deserves it!”

“Artoo…was worried about us?” Padme asked. She’d never heard of a droid expressing so much independent programming. Artoo certainly was a special case—the little droid had a lot of spunk for an astromech droid. But even he usually operated based off his programming.

“I suppose, in a way he was.” C-3PO responded, “Or it is quite possible he has his wires crossed. I’ve never met an astromech like the likes of him—so I am uncertain of his intentions.”

“Perhaps he should be checked out, to make sure there isn’t anything wrong with him…” Padme mulled.

“Hey, I’m sure nothing’s wrong with him,” Anakin protested, “He just wanted to make sure we’re safe, that’s all!”

His indignation reminded Padme of how excited he was to show off C3PO. Anakin was fond of droids from the day she first met him. She hadn’t pondered the idea until now that droids were perhaps the only true friends her husband had. The image of a young Anakin talking his problems out to an astromech like Artoo almost broke her heart.

“Perhaps you’re right,” Padme conceded before looking at C3PO, “Please tell my parents that we’ll be in the gardens in a few minutes.”

“Of course, Mistress Padme,” The Protocol droid straightened before walking out of the room.

Anakin contorted his face, clearly uncomfortable with the confrontation with her parents.

“What’s…this?” He pointed at the pills on the tray, clearly avoiding the topic.

“It’s a pill designed to help with hangovers,” She explained as she eagerly grabbed one and gulped it down with water. Her head still felt like it was going to explode at any moment.

“I guess this is your first-time drinking?”

“No!” He quickly denied before glancing down, “Well, yeah. Master Obiwan took me to a lot of bars. Claims it’s a good place for information. He’d drink sometimes, but wouldn’t ever let me do it.”

“Does it bother you?” She asked suddenly, “Having to call him ‘master?’”

His cheeks flushed red.

“It’s—it’s not the same, Padme! He doesn’t own me, I know that. It’s just a term of respect, that’s all.” He hotly retorted, though he avoided making eye contact.

“I see,” She said, dropping the topic for now. “We should get ready to go see my parents.”

He squirmed uncomfortably, “Do we have to?”

“Ani, you met them before. They don’t bite.”

“Are you sure they’re okay with…” He looked around anxiously before loudly whispering, “us?!”

“Anakin, all of them care for you. A lot. My mom and dad especially love you. My nieces adore you. I’m pretty sure my sister was secretly plotting to set us up if we hadn’t gotten together on our own,” She interlocked hands with Anakin, “I’d like for you to see them again, but I don’t want to force you to come with me, Ani. Do you understand?”

“I—I understand.” He said, too quickly for Padme’s taste.

He fervently pressed himself against her. “I’ll go with you, my lady.”

She had the distinctive feeling he was afraid of losing her. Silly to some it might seem, but he seemed genuinely concerned that if he said no, she’d leave him. Yes was his only option, whether he liked it or not, in his mind. In a twisted sense, she had become another master to him.

[getachinavisa-blog]

Extending Your Tourist Visa in Shanghai

Fallen in love with Shanghai or China, or just want a few more days in China. Don't worry you can extend your Visa in Shanghai with very little trouble. Below are some of the answers to some common questions.

- Can I extend my Tourist Visa in Shanghai?

Yes, you can extend it twice. So allowing you to stay up to 90 days in shanghai on a tourist visa, more than enough time to see all the sights. You can also change your visa here. I changed my working visa to a tourist visa with no problems.

- What do I need to bring?

All you need to bring is your passport, a registration form of temporary residence, a picture of yourself and maybe a book to read while you wait.

- A registration of what?

When you finished booking your hotel or any accommodation you should have registered with the local police station. They will be given you a white "Registration of Temporary Residence" forms. Getting this form may not be the most pleasant experience as usually, local police stations don't have fantastically brilliant English speakers, plus there may be a group of men or women having a shouting match there. As policemen are supposed to handle small disputes. These shouting matching are usually over who has to compensate whom and how much.

- Arugh......I don't have that form. What do I do?

Don't worry that much about it, just go to your local police station with all your hotel booking information (if you are living with a friend they need to go as well with all their renting information) and ask for that form. You may be bullied with warnings and threats of fees and fines but I have never had to pay. Usually, they say "You had better do it next time."

- What is the latest I should apply for the Visa?

You can apply on the very last day of your Visa deadline. If your visa is being processed then you are fine to stay in Shanghai and China. However my advice is always to go at least go 1 day before, so if something does happen you still have 1 day to sort out your visa.

- How much does it cost?

I have just paid 160 RMB for my new tourist visa. I am a U.K citizen BUT this price changes for other nationalities.

- How long does the visa process take?

When I arrived I got my number and had to wait behind 88 people, this took about an hour. I don't know the usual waiting time frame but the lines go fairly quickly and you have a place to sit down. However I didn't found any free water fountains, so if you want a drink bring along a bottle of water.

- Where is it?

Address: 1500 Ming Sheng Rd

My route I took Line 2 underground to the Science and Technology Museum. Then headed out of exit 3, this is a long underground tunnel (last time I was there, there were posters of bras on the wall).

Go up the stairs and go east ( YinCun Rd), pass the first intersection and continue to the Entry-Exit Bureau(picture at the top). To Extend your Visa go to the 3rd floor and get a number right next to the escalators

- Your visa has run out, will I be deported or put in Prison?

You can still get an extension but it is up to the visa officers, my advice is to be polite. My friends have managed to get an extension after their visa ran out. However, you could get a big fine. So get ready to pay the extra money and to kiss some feet for your extension.

Any tips?

- If you don't want to travel to Pudong to collect it, then get it sent to you by post. I have heard no problems with express delivery. If you do want to do this you can save time by sorting out the postage while you are waiting for your number to be called. There is a small box room in the corner, where you can buy envelopes and photocopy your documents (which you need to do). Get this ready before you go to the visa officers.

- If you want to use the postage service get a Chinese Person at your hotel to write your address down. Then get someone in the post office room to copy it.

- Please plan, the visa process usually takes a week. Which means you don't have your passport for a week. So no traveling, changing hotels or going to an internet hole (a huge place where you can play games and use the internet).

- The visa officers can speak fairly good English so take it easy, you will be fine and ENJOY SHANGHAI.

[alieinthemorning]

How ya doing? Hopefully I'm putting in an ask and doing this right! Hawks x female reader, where the female reader turns into a bunny! <3

Bun Bun Lovin’ [Takami Keigo | Hawks]

Content: Misfired Quirk (You receiving), Biting (Criminal receiving) Suggestive Dialogue, Pet Names (Bird-Based)

Pronouns: She/Her

Header: @/kadeart

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This work’s concepts, plot and original characters are my own which means I do not allow any sort of creative theft nor do I allow my work to be entered into any sort of A.I. bots. Thank you for respecting my space and boundaries.

The two of you were fighting some villain with a weird ass rabbit fetish.

And— 

You got hit with their quirk. 

Which turned you into a fucking rabbit. 

And not like a sexy rabbit like Miruko 

No.

You were an adorable, floppy eared rabbit. 

Who was currently biting the shit out of the low ranked criminal. 

“Get her off! Get her off!” The villain tried to pry you off himself, but damn were you latched on tight. 

“Nah, I think you’ve got it covered.” Hawks shrugged. 

“Aren’t you the hero? Shouldn’t you— Arugh!” The villain’s face crumpled into itself as he reached down to— 

You bit his balls. 

You took a villain down by biting their balls. 

He was never gonna let you live that down. 

After dusting your paws off, you hopped over to him. 

He stooped down, “How you feelin’, Bun Bun?”

You thumped your hind legs. 

“I’ll take that as a ‘cut the shit’.” He lifted you up, hiding you in one of his inner jacket pockets. 

From there, he was able to dodge the paparazzi and get you back home safely. 

You were still pissy though. 

Thumping around the penthouse, giving him the stink eye every so often. 

He thought maybe you were hungry, but you denied everything, even your favorite food.

Maybe he should have given you that first before trying the carrots… 

He tried to let you cool off on your own for a bit, but you just followed him around. 

Eventually, he decided to pop a squat on the couch and catch up on some paperwork with you curled in his lap. 

At some point, though, he conked out. 

Paperwork always seemed to do that to him… 

He went to set you aside, so he could stretch out fully, but instead of finding a fluff ball. 

He found hair,

And fluff…? 

You lifted up off the couch with a yawn. “Yeah, yeah yeah. I’m still part bun.” You answered his question that was on the tip of his tongue. “Guess I’ll just have to sleep the rest of it off— what time is it?”

Hawks swore he was listening to you, but— 

He was also too busy staring at your ass— well your cute fluffy tail, but mostly your ass. 

“I know that my ass is fine and divine, but I really would like to know the time, Birdy.” 

He snapped out of his ass-filled stupor and answered you. 

“Okay, not enough time to cook, but too early to go back to sleep.” Your tail flickered. “Alright, you get the chicken, and I’ll look over your one paragraph of paperwork.” 

“Hey! I did at least two!” He retorted, finally standing and popping his tired bones. “You want the regular, or are you wanting something more?”

“There’s always dessert, isn't there?” 

He was on you in a second, “Can’t we just skip?”

“I’m starving and so are you.” You gently nudged him off, “but no really, get actual dessert because after dessert I’m gonna be hungry again.”

“Which is why we should just skip to dessert and then eat.” He whined. 

“Leghorn, I’m gonna cry if I don’t eat right now, I swear.” You sniffled for added effect. 

He groaned but relented. “Fineee… but dessert is gonna be the real main course.”

“Of course, Chicky.” 

First, sorry this took so long! Second, I’m doing a bit better, so kinda struggling but this helped pulled me out of it some! Third, listen —  this is literally just goofie with a side of horny. You know why this happened you did this. Anyhow! Thank you for requesting! 

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[aroworlds]

Hello, I thought I was aroflux but now I am in love with someone! Some people say that I am not aromantoc anymore, some people say that I flux, so I could be aroflux but fluxing to alloromantic now and I could be like that for years, but I don't know. Could I?

Anon, I want to say that I am so sorry you’re having to deal with the twin difficulty of lack of understanding of aro-spec identities and fluid identities, because I rather suspect that some people are causing you unnecessary doubt and confusion. And I very much hope that being in love is a wonderful, positive, amazing experience for you: I’ll metaphorically cross my fingers (because chronic hand/finger pain) that all goes well!

How you choose to comprehend and label is up to you. I think it’s worth keeping in mind that when a demiromantic falls in romantic love, that experience of romantic love does not by definition make them stop being demiromantic. Being in a romantic relationship, even if they’re in that relationship for the rest of their life, does not by definition make them stop being demiromantic. It may change how they relate to the aromantic community, yes; they may not have the same needs as they did before. But it does not change, unless they themselves feel it to be so for whatever personal reason, the truth of their demiromantic label. The same, surely, applies here?

In this light, it might be worth considering what you need over what you feel. If you consider alloromantic and/or romantic attraction as one of the aspects of your being aroflux, anon (as I have been recently taught) and you still feel connection to and need for the label and/or the community that goes with it, then by all means, keep it. It’s up to you and what you need, and nobody else gets to tell you that you’re not aromantic enough.

(Side note: by “alloromantic” in the rest of this ask, I mean someone who hasn’t felt themselves to be on the aromantic spectrum, not anyone who experiences romantic attraction. It’s why I often use “alloromantic attraction” or “alloromantic romantic attraction”, to distinguish that from the romantic attraction of some aro-spec folks. There may be some work to be done here on language: I do wonder if the romantic attraction felt by an aro-spec should be labelled the same way as the romantic attraction felt by an alloromantic. I can see reasons for using the same labelling, but I also feel wary about conflating them when they aren’t always treated the same way by amatonormativity. Either way, this is a complex issue in want of community consideration!)

I think a fair rule is that the only time we discard our labels is when they ring false with us, and other people don’t get to determine that. If you feel it describes your truth, it’s yours.

Anyone who comes up to me and says an aromantic and/or aromantic-spectrum person who currently, previously or will experience romantic attraction isn’t welcome in the aro-spec community will have to fight me. Yes, your experiences won’t be like mine, and we will both have issues where we should take a back-seat to let the other talk, but that doesn’t mean you don’t belong here. You do. Anon, if you have other aros telling you that you don’t belong, they’re the ones that don’t belong. They’re not engaging in the spirit of the community we’re building and they can shut the door on their way out of it. If they’re not aros telling you this, I’d be asking why alloromantic folks think they have any right to declare this to you, because they don’t. Especially if they’re non-fluid orientation alloromantic folks, who’ll have no clue about the intersectionality of the aromantic spectrum and fluid orientations!

(I think aro-spec people who do experience romantic attraction have a lot to say about romance and amatonormativity that everybody should listen to. We know a lot about romance from the alloromantic perspective. We don’t know much of what romance looks like when one isn’t solely, wholly or constantly alloromantic and not centred the same way by amatonormativity–especially with regards the expectation that all people in romantic relationships experience alloromantic attraction. For the sheer point of learning more about romance and amatonormativity, never mind bridging the gap between alloromantic and aromantic experiences, we need aro-specs in the community.)

As someone with a fluid identity myself, I do encourage, as best you can, trying not to worry about whether it will change later or for how long. Honestly, every time I shift in my sexuality I feel this guilt, like I’ve been lying to you all–maybe this time I’ll always be ace, maybe this time I’ll always be pan, maybe I was never ace, maybe I was never pan, maybe I’m always just grey-ace–arugh! Seriously, every single time! But this is symptomatic of living in a world that doesn’t give us space for fluidity, that treats it as imaginary, exaggeration or falsehood. We feel uncertain and unsure because fluidity isn’t prized or celebrated as a legitimate set of experiences; we question because we are not given any sense of security in our fluidity, the ability to trust that changes to how we feel now doesn’t invalidate how we felt then.

(And attempting to talk with authority on issues when I’m not always that orientation? Oh does that ever give me a raging case of self-doubt! I’m constantly feeling like I am not enough of anything, in terms of sexual orientation, to talk about it.)

Worrying about whether or not you’ll change in the future only leads to uncertainty about your past and present experiences. It only unravels us. I don’t mean that we shouldn’t check in with what we’re feeling every so often; I think that’s a healthy thing. I mean that the future, and any future shifts in our orientations and/or gender, are out of our hands, and the only thing we can do is find the words and communities that best suit the whole of what we know ourselves to be at this point in time. The worry is not inherently ours. The worry is not something we deserve. The worry is imposed upon us by a worldview that has no space for us. It’s internalised antagonism gifted by a world that wants people of fluid orientations and/or gender to pick one and stay there.

Anon, you don’t have to pick one. You can take a label that encompasses those changes, stare defiantly at the world and tell them that you don’t have to, or want to, pick one side. You can be desperately in romantic love and still tell the world you’re aroflux and they’re taking that word from you over your dead body.

If you find, over a long period of time, that your feelings and needs better match those of a alloromantic person and stay that way, then perhaps you may consider changing your label. But just being in romantic love, now, is not in itself a condition that denies you the aroflux label. It’s an experience, by and large, that more often necessitates it in light of your other experiences.

I would suggest, anon, that you let this go, as much as you can, for a while. Hang out in the aro-spec community if you want–or don’t if you don’t want. Enjoy being in love as much as you can. Just do your thing, have fun, feel what you feel, and try not to worry about labels for a while. Then, when you’ve had a chance to relax and feel, you might want to come back to questioning, if you really do feel there’s something to question. Now, though, I think you need some space to get away from the fluid antagonism; questioning is I think happening now from fear and uncertainty, not from a curious interest if the word still applies, and that can lead us to making decisions that feel like a solution but abrade at us later. Take a break and come back to it, if questioning is the path you still wish to go down, but now is not the best time for questioning. Just be and enjoy the change. Because that’s something folks don’t talk about, the joy of shifting experiences. Sometimes it’s fun having sexual attraction and sometimes I am so glad I don’t feel it at all on any given day and sometimes it’s wonderful that it’s such a vague feeling, and I get to know all of these. Isn’t that awesome?

(I’ll emphasise that you’re still part of the aro-spec community if and while you question, anon. You’re still entitled to full and complete participation in the aro-spec community.)

But if aroflux is the word that makes sense of who you are, all the shifts and changes and variances and highlights and shadows? It’s yours, anon. It’s yours.