#I don't actually know why it's green if someone knows pls tell me

[majimasleftasscheek]

got me uhhhh og y2 jacket and another minami one but everything's embroidered 👀

more stuff: majima headphones + wireless charger, bowl n teacup, ikinari collab stickers, some wristbands, pen, kenzan card, lil guys, bigass ishin towel, and some y3 newspaper things

[weolucbasu]

So, @da-proti-toku-grem kind of inspired me to make a lengthy post, sharing some positive vibes across the fandom, listing the reasons why I love each member of Joker Out and why I would go full mom-mode on them and cook for them and bake them gluten-free cookies.

Anyway:

A Joker Out, brain-rot, appreciation post

(members listed in alphabetical order)

Bojan

First up - as someone who had the chance to see them live, he is an insane performer

His ability to enchant the crowd is insane and you can tell really well that he has great acting abilities too

Watched him in Gospod Profesor too, spot on for someone who is a so-called amateur

His singing voice is... amazing to say the least, it feels really unique

Also, the way he talks, the sound of his voice, the words he uses, his pronunciation, if there were awards for talking he would get one

The languages he speaks, I want to study him, linguistically, he is truly a phenomenon

We of course love a bilingual king

He looks like he has his priorities straight

I also respect him so much for how open he is about his mental illness

I might relate to him a bit too much at times whoops

And the fact that he can somehow befriend literally anyone??? Love that

His friendship with Jere is the main one of course

Oh yeah and the fact that he literally helped people who collapsed at their gigs a few times

Bless him, he deserves all the rest he is hopefully getting

Jan

First things first, I have a soft spot for math guys

And the way he talks about math is fascinating (but you still won't get me to like it Jan)

Cat dad???? We absolutely adore Igor and a man loving cats is such a green flag

I know people say he mumbles a bit and it's hard to understand him at times, but idk, he talks nice and slowly, so it's still really easy to understand him

He comes from my home region, so I am very biased haha

Also, every band needs a guitarist with luscious locks

He absolutely owns the colour red, that colour was invented specifically for him

The nose ring suits him so well too, this man KNOWS what fits him

And if that ends up being jackets with nothing underneath when he performs, THEN SO BE IT

I know people call Kris the lesbian icon, but from what I've seen lesbians are very drawn to Jan as well

Oh, and he gives me Klaus from the Umbrella Academy vibes (I blame the hair and the pink boa)

Jure

Holy shit, sunshine in human form????

The most underappreciated one in the band imo

His surname literally means 'cat' and I am so normal that Jan has called him 'muca'

He also comes from my region haha, bias again

He's really good at filming, he actually shot a few things for RTV (national TV station) and edited them as well, god, talent

Also playing drums... I have sang, I have played guitar, played bass, but drums is something I feel like I could NEVER do, so hats off to you

As @da-proti-toku-grem pointed out, THE MOLE ON HIS LIP? weak knees, yes

He also reminds me of a good friend of mine and I vibe with him so much, I feel like I would vibe with Jure as well

I really don't like the fact that drummers tend to get ignored and I just wish there was more Jure performing content

Though I love it how every time, during Novi Val, he comes to the front and hangs with the others

His hair also looks so soft and fluffy aaaaaa

Again, biased but he resembles my bf the most out of everyone so hmmmm

Kris

The baby of the band! (and the only one in the band I could actually call 'mulc')

In case you didn't know yet, he's half Dutch

And he speaks Dutch, which, as someone who speaks Dutch (in theory, not in practice) makes me really happy

I wish to study him linguistically as well

Also his parents' story feels very close to me, as I'm dating outside of my culture as well

According to him he was menace as a kid and I think we should normalise the fact that you can become a better person as you grow up

But pls don't honk at me on the road Kris, pls, I will cry

The songs he wrote??? NGVOT and Vse kar vem??? Oh boy, I love them, adore them

His holey sweaters are also a vibe

Dutch fans, if you don't shower him and the rest of the band with gifts at their Dutch concerts, I will be mad

Also gotta honorably mention Maks

They gotta be my fav nepo-but-not-really babies out there

Kinda like Maya Hawke?

I am ranting

He also looks like the only member of the band that I would fight, and idk why

Also, I must know if he supports Max Verstappen haha

Minus points for chemistry though, I cannot with that

Nace

Okay everyone

Here we go

We have reached my beloved

I love all of them, but Nace just a bit more

It was love at first sight, I cannot lie

I have a soft spot for bassists and he might actually convince me to try and play bass again

He has been playing it for so long too??? like wow

Oh and of course; THE TATTOOS, BLESSETH BE THE TATTOOS

I will always go feral about his tattoos

At every concert

I know he was the last to join the band but it looks like he fits in so nicely, it's beautiful

Strong mom-codded dad friend vibes

He kinda is the dad of the band haha

And he looks like he gives amazing hugs (lucky all of you who had managed to get one already)

A nice addition to the band

Oh and he's apparently shit at sports which is like... felt

Plus the fact that he wanted to be a vet?

Me too boo, me too, but neither of us is there now

Anway, I'll stop now. In conclusion, this band has my whole heart and they deserve every good thing that happens to them and so much more.

[wholelottatransbians]

Green Valley chat: how the hell New order works Edition (including Miss direction trolling the gils and boys, soehow Midnight mass is helping her)

Bnuuy: That's it. Bnuuy: I'm calling this. Bnuuy: Miss-Direction. Do something about them. Frills_and_Violence: I'm telling you, line of sight makes the most sense here! TheCoolerBnuuy: No No No. Obviously it's contact based! Why would it be line of sight? Miss-Direction: What are you talking about- Miss-Direction: Oh. Miss-Direction: Someone explain now. Bnuuy: They were trying to figure out how New Order is supposed to work. It being classified and stuff. Gadgteer: It's been 3 hours. Tanuki: Put us out of our misery. FashionVictim: Pls. Miss-Direction: Oh, that's it? Miss-Direction: Well, you are partially right. It's touch based. TheCoolerBnuuy: Ha, suck it! Miss-Direction: But it's more like... adjusting the sliders in a video game. Frills_and_Violence: ...wut? Miss-Direction: Yeah. I think she said it's a stockpile? She just has to hold her hand in the same spot the whole time to send New Order energy to the other person. Miss-Direction: Also she needs to hum the national anthem. She doesn't know why, she just does. TheCoolerBnuuy:... TheCoolerBnuuy: You're fucking with me. Miss-Direction: Of course I'm not, what could I possibly have to gain from that? Frills_and_Violence: We need a second opinion. Frills_and_Violence: DreamChild, You ever go in Star and Stripe's head? DreamChild (she/they): Just once, got the general rundown of her Quirk. TheCoolerBnuuy: And? DreamChild (she/they): Vocal component. Basically she says "America Says" and the other person has to obey her command. FashionVictim: ...Okay, I'll bite. What happens if they don't obey? DreamChild (she/they): Their clothes explode off. Like that old cooking anime. TheCoolerBnuuy:... TheCoolerBnuuy: Fuck it, I give up. I'm going to bed. Frills_and_Violence: Same for me, I guess.

Miss-Direction: That was beautiful. DreamChild (she/they): Agreed. We should do this again some time. Gadgeteer: Wait, do you two actually know how her Quirk works? DreamChild (she/they): Of course. Miss-Direction: First one I studied. Tanuki: Can you tell us? Miss-Direction: Now now, what would be the fun in that? Bnuuy: Fair enough, I guess.

[nishloves]

seventeen as haikyuu!! characters;

i know i know, it's been done a lot of times but i couldn't help but put a take on it by myself!

part-1 of svt as anime! series

choi seunghcheol - kuroo tetsuro

hear me out!!! perfect protective tease bf feeling?? captain but make sure they hear everyone's opinions, isn't too soft but loves their team, oh don't tell me he isn't kuroo!

yoon jeonghan - oikawa

pls the handsome, the drip, the way they both feel effortless but they aren't, you may not believe it but oikawa did hold his team together and so does jeonghan, i would have said he was more like suga but due to his prankster mind, i was like nah, he's oikawa fs

hong jisoo - sugawara

please, like he would be someone else! they both are angelic, mom type, and the sweetest with their fair share of idiocies and madness, but both of them are hella supportive and they look alike too! (or is it just me?)

moon junhui - lev haiba

pls they both are memes, handsome and so confident and optimistic, you can't say that they don't match! remember the first impression of lev? oh, he would be a badass player, he's so serious, so scary, bro is a freaking meme, so is jun.

kwon soonyoung - bokuto

the dedication! the green flag! the behaviour! the pouts! the sulkiness! the crackhead energy! self understandable

jeon wonwoo - tsukishima

okay okay, i went on aesthetics (I admit) i might be a bit biased here but aren't they very similar? sassy yet sweet and pro gamers? secretly works hard a lot! ambitious as hell but it's not visible (he would prolly also fit kenma!)

lee jihoon - kenma kozuma

okay, i have a reason alright, the brain of the group, the reserved one who watches people have fun at afar and feels content by it, doesn't mean that they aren't included or won't speak!

xu minghao - kita / kageyama

i know, they aren't same at all but the aesthetics of both 🤌🏻 on side note i feel like minghao would prolly be semi (because of aesthetics again)

kim mingyu - iwaizumi

kind of mom of the group but is the dad of the group? idk why but it seemed most appropriate for him, i actually wasn't able to think of anyone for mingyu, but he fit the most (imo)

lee seokmin - tanaka

crackhead, crackhead, crackhead, crackhead, yet i am serious when i have a game.

boo seungkwan - nishinoya

the mood makers, the social butterflies, the ones who can be serious when they want and be an absolute meme the next second.

chwe hansol - aakashi

fight me but he is aakashi, i would accept no further comments. look at them!

lee chan - hinata

why? the twinkle in eyes, the determined spirit, the sweet behaviour, the hardwork, everything, you tell me why he is not hinata? (it was also based on aesthetics)

[scribble-dee-vee]

Dale 💄🎈🧣

Hey nonny!! Ty for the ask <3

(Based on these questions, I have a sneaking suspicion that you're someone with more than a passing knowledge of this character,,,, in which case I am v flattered. If you DON'T know my terrible lil guy, then you may just be a bit psychic. hehe)

For anyone curious, the full prompt list is over here!

Answers below cut because you got me YAPPING and they're LONG. Pls note that I have listed a few content warnings in the tags.

💄 (lipstick) - What does your oc think of their face? Do they have a positive or negative opinion? Do they wear makeup? Do they have a skincare routine? What traits do they like most about their face?

So, here's the thing: Dale is hot and he knows it. He likes to express this fact LOUDLY and OBNOXIOUSLY. A lot of this grandstanding comes from a genuine self-obsession, but he also has a complicated relationship with his body and how other people perceive him. The connection between a person's self and their body is actually a pretty major theme in Lost Letters; Dale is hyperaware of his own embodiment, and it drives a lot of his actions. At best, he can turn this awareness towards personal confidence and interpersonal gains (actively via manipulation and seduction, but also passively through social biases). At worst, he feels trapped, exploited, and overstimulated. He's constantly paranoid that people are watching him. He is extremely sensitive to texture and temperature, especially when he's upset. He's constantly bothered by how people see him and how he presents. We could talk about his relationship with blood, as a jilted descendant of the Queen who does a little violence now and then. We could also talk about his experiences with exploitative sexual relationships and assassination attempts, both of which have altered how he views his own body! But I feel these are tangents to the question at hand. In terms of his face, Dale likes his green eyes. In fact, his eyes are the ONLY part of his face that he ever tells the reader about in draft one! We learn more about how he looks through other characters' perspectives, but he's not usually looking at his face when he's looking in a mirror. He's thinking about the impact of his overall presentation and how he might alter it. In terms of makeup and skincare, Dale lives in a pseudo-Victorian dystopian fantasy hellscape with rigid gender roles – do with that what you will. (It IS really fun to think about skincare in the Diamond City, though!! I have no doubt that Dale keeps up with a meticulous standard of hygiene for his context, and certain other characters would LOVE Sephora in a modern AU.)

🎈 (balloon) - What does your character do at parties? Are they a wallflower or a party animal? Do they go with friends or alone?

Dale goes to a LOT of parties in Lost Letters, so I've gotten to explore this in some depth! Dale is neutral to the common party activities of A.) hooking up with people and B.) consuming various substances – he generally does both if it will help his social or political standing within a given group. He's part of the Goldenheart aristocracy, so parties are a natural background setting in his life. He tends to go with friends, or frenemies. He pretends to have fun, but he usually doesn't. In Lost Letters, Dale is a college student and member of the Rosehip Club, which is essentially a co-ed fraternity for rich kids. He's lifelong friends with Rosalind Lake, the Club's ringleader, and Jamie Fenway, another important member. At the beginning of the book, he meets Charles at a Rosehip Club party! (Thus kicking off the main plot :)

🧣(scarf) - What comforts your oc? Is it an item? An action? A person? Whatever it is, how any why does it comfort them?

Charles <3 For real, though, mutual comfort is a key factor in their relationship. Charles makes Dale feel protected and safe. It's superficially because Charles is an elite soldier who's always around him. On a deeper level, it's because Charles DOESN'T judge him based on political importance or appearance or history. He just kinda takes Dale at face value and listens to him???? Um the bar is in HELL but Dale has never really experienced this before. Charles provides a nice respite from his usual stressors. They spend a lot of their scenes together A.) cuddling, B.) arguing for fun about irrelevant stuff, and C.) doing tourist activities in various City locations. Lol. They would kill it at Disney World in a modern AU. Dale also likes to journal, in somewhat sinister and extremely plot-relevant ways. I GUESS that's comforting for him, lmao. I won't say much more because spoilers, tee hee.

If you read all the way to the bottom of this post, I love you sm!!!! And now you know All That about this morally deplorable blorbo. Please don't get too attached. I promise you, it's for your own good 😅

[dullahandyke]

and now part 3 of the case 4 liveblog! during this one mam audibly commented on how much i was writing in my note book lols

ok yiss we're back boyssss it's been like a week? wowza

ah. i had forgotten i was still dealing with the garridebs when we left off. :grimace:

yeah i don't like dealing w them can we leave pls

sholmes music is banging tho

oh no susato do Not look to these fucks as an example of a romantic couple

SHAMSPEARE SPOTTED

hi shamspeare i like your vibe

god the costume jewelry is a sight to see in the 1900s tho. boy who gave you a sceptre

hiiiii natsume it's been too long... i also like your vibes

sholmes eavesdropping... girl weren't they speaking japanese????

love love love when susato turns to look at me. are you seeing this shit naruhodo-san

can't get over natsume's sopping wet pleading face

'natsume's room s cursed' are we sure that's not just a gas leak

i like sholmes's thing about belief it's v sweet

ASOUGI FLASHBACK!!!! hi asougi :)

sholmes's trout dinner.... pov dinner date w herlock sholmes he leaves you for a doohickey

love susato's fist pump sprite.... patron saint of 'we are so fucking back'

20th feb.... huh that's tomorrow. contemporaneous playthru stays winning

'do all literary people take things so literally' first off youre one to talk ryuu second off autism on autism violence????

christ bvz's cracking out the wine early

bvz you're not doing yourself any favours by toasting to the victim's death

also i love susato's description in the profiles.... a huge help to ryuu always <3

also nice to have a non0murder case for a change. usually have to go to the audio cds for that

christ they really did give us precious little evidence from that investigation huh

boooo bvz don't waste good wine like that

ok predictions: blunt knife tip + lack of actual death = green is in on a plot to frame natsume

literally where would we be without susato. god bless

also ryuu appreciation he's so cute. little shaking sprites... his kind cow-like eyes have bewitched me

bvz's blue eyes unnerve me... get him some brown contacts. or at least dark grey

ryuu going back to nervous sprites... dw my boy it will be ok

YES SUSATO THREATEN THAT VAMPIRE BITCH!!!

also donut lips juror 5... :frowning2:

love ryuu's little wall slam. him klav + mvk are a holy twinity

fairplay leading the jury is also for sure some 'get natsume found guilty + we'll find you innocent' deal

yes ryuu know your rights do the examination <3

gregson in the background of the courtroom during the summation examination... lol

banging music continues to be banging

juror 2's freakishly tiny mouth irks me... girl how do u eat

ryuu should have called juror 2 a racist idiot to her face

ryuu why did you think asking garrideb abt natsume's character would workout

u can tell i don't play new games by how impressed i am by the animation of ryuu pacing as the camera follows him. real movie magic right here

surely juror 5 would've seen natsume if he jumped the trench tho... bvz what's the plan

booooooo once again bvz is way less cool without the cloak

points. the lovecore fucks have been spotted

also according to jules, your man was originally irish so in my mind he continues to be such

points at roly. autistic as fuck to be chewing his chin strap

'patrolling the beat is the most demanding work in the world' clearly someone's never been in the tumblr trenches

if i knew the beates irl i'd literally die from romance repulsion but patricia gets a pass for being cute. she needs to divorce that cop and get herself a real man (me)

society if this game treated fat women with even an ounce of respect

disliking the persistant domestic abuse jokes(?) this case... so uncomfy

the beats theme does not... feel fitting. for either courtroom or investigative scene

love ryuu's confident smirk... he's so >:)

bvz you need to get susato tossed so damn badly

'one of britain's guiding principles is tolerance' lol. lmao even

bvz's scowl sprite looks like 'eat yo sandwich bitch! the fuck you looking crazy for

LEGSLAM

i can so vividly envision juror 2's instgram it's awful

my god a third abusive wife... i have a feeling it's abusive wives instead of husbands bcos abusive husbands are more likely to be taken seriously/not treated as a bit joke and i dont like it

[blooky8]

whatever. no one sends asks to me. but i dont need u ppl to ask if i can answer anyway. letsgo

i don't really have any. they just change depending on the fandom that i'm currently in. i guess for now valid answers would be mice from patb, and the attorneys at law + their girlfr-..assistant from daredevil

depends on the story you're trying to tell? usually lighter

yeah, a little bit

insulindian phasmid

brown, with a bit of green?

i was scared i guess

i actually like scrunchies more, but i don't have any hgjfgjh

one!

absolutely most definitely hot coffee

i wouldn't slaughter anybody

you mean hobby? pixel-art, reading, drawing, listening to music, i kind of don't have a favorite. maybe only if web surfing counts?

it's an okay day. a bit of worry day but nothing too serious

idk, around two hours ago

yes. i adore it

no, i take care of my sister tho

nope

nuh-uh

a russian brand of shampoo? you probably don't know them

most likely not hjkfhj, i just don't want your nails to end up looking ugly. if someone close asks me to do it i might agree

soda, or soda-pop

curiosity

depends on the classification. here are a few popular labels: infp, 2-6-9, preoccupied, fluttershy kin

i feel chilly. that's why i dress up in warm clothes. and then i feel nice and comfy

looking at stars and talking about whatever. alternative answer for my mutuals: i finally find you on one of the rooftops, but that only sends me into more panic since you're lying there unmoving and i have the worst suspicions creeping up to me at this moment. i run up to you and drop on my knees, actively shaking your body with tears in my eyes , screaming your name over and over again, begging you to wake up, until your eyes finally open and you cough up some blood, and my relief is indescribable when i'm helping you to stand up and get you to a hospital as soon as possible. you look horrible, but you're still alive, and that's the most important thing in the world to me

def perfume

like smth i often imagine? cuddling whenever i sleep with my plush cat body pillow. doesn't have to be related to me, actually it's usually about two fictional characters

around 7 hours? idk

umm haha wdym? the pandemic is over you sillyhead, why would i wear a mask? haha........

boiling

one right in front of me. it has blood of the chocolate cake i ate recently on it (flexing)

something daring and unapologetic, listen to boss bitch or edamame for reference

not really???? i love them all equally

i travelled to faraway lands in search of a beautiful, most chocolate cake in the world. i found it. and slayed it (very yummy)

oooh a lot of them. the most honorable mention is probably second ending of hunter x hunter lmao (hunting for your dream)

UTC+03:00

one. from blooky-8 to blooky8

nobody

palmolive olive oil soap. actually fucking amazing. 10/10 would eat

nope. i wanted to buuuut never got around to buy any

yes, otherwise i wouldn't be functional rn

1 with something tsp of instant coffee, 3 tsp of sugar, a bit less than half the cup filled with water, then the rest with milk. congratulations you have an amazing cup of coffee

vkontakte. u can find me there with the same url <з

no take, bc i don't take spicy foods. i'm a pussy mayonnaise fan

if there's no risk, i can just go "poof" and they're instantly dead, or even better if i get to play out a scenario that won't go wrong, i have one person who i wanted to get rid of for a looong time. vladimir putin

i binge-watched a tv show lmao. pretty uneventful

klaus (2019)

"anyway, good to know you're well informed" about a stupid joke i came up with. hazmat murdock..................

never. i don't really want to drink alcohol

probably not

everyone can tag me in everything as much as they want. actually i would be very happy to get tagged. pls tag me

here’s weirder asks

who is/are your comfort character(s)?

lighter or matches?

do you leave the window open at night?

which cryptyd being do you believe in?

what color are your eyes?

why did you do that?

hair-ties or scrunchies?

how many water bottles are in your room right now?

which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee?

would you slaughter the rich?

favorite extracurricular activity?

what kind of day is it?

when was the last time you ate?

do you love the smell of earth after it rains?

are you a parent? (all answers qualify)

can you drive?

are you farsighted or nearsighted?

what hair products do you use?

imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails?

do you say soda or pop?

something you’ve kept since childhood?

what type of person are you?

how do you feel about chilly weather?

if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing?

perfume/body spray or lotion?

a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times?

about how many hours of sleep did you get?

do you wear a mask?

how do you like your shower water?

is there dishes in your room?

what type of music keeps you grounded?

do you have a favorite towel?

the last adventure you’ve been on?

is there a song you know every word to by heart?

what’s your timezone?

how many times have you changed your url?

someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years?

a soap bar that smells good?

do you use lip balm?

did you have any snacks today?

how do you take your coffee?

an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site?

what’s your take on spicy foods?

you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it?

can you remember what happened yesterday?

favorite holiday film?

what was the last message you sent?

when did you first try an alcohol beverage?

can you skip rocks?

can i tag you in random stuff?

[urfav-gurleo]

Funny Guy || Jerome Valeska 🃏♥️🎪

Authors note : Pls be nice bc this was a story I wrote a long time ago! Also enjoy I guess ( I’m deleting it off my Wattpad so I decided to put it here)

Warnings: nothing ig

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I was sitting at the dinning table , clicking my ankles against each other waiting. My dad across the table from me, gave me a small grin, " He'll be here any minute now ", he looked at his watch, " I tell you y/n , this guy is quite a character ", he laughed to himself. I tapped my nails against my plate. My meal not ate yet, so to the company not being there yet.

I looked out the big black window at the dark smoky sky of Gotham. This place was like Hell's playground during the night. You couldn't pay me a million dollars to roam the streets at this hour. Clash! Shattered a window behind me. I jumped, then looked around at the figure that bursted in.

It was the first time , I'd seen him. Him, who I couldn't name yet. But I immediately found him attractive, not knowing anything about him. He was tall , ginger hair and pale skin.  But it was his smile... the thing that caught my eye. It had a natural reddish tint, I wanted to kiss them lips. Once he was in the room, he looked down at the shattered glass of a mess he said , " Sorry bout that, I like to make an entrance ", he smirked at me as he came from behind me and placed his green gloved hands on the head of my seat, " Hey Gorgeous, I'm Jerome", he whispered in my ear before sitting down in a seat near me. My dad gave a pay attention cough towards Jerome, " So Mr. Valeska, do you know why you're here?", he asked him.

Jerome smiled like an 5 year old in a school photo, " Because you wanted to congratulate me on my various achievements ", he winked at me . I sunk into my seat, oh god he was hot. My dad rolled his eyes at both of us, " No, and frankly I would like your circus play to stay out of this business meeting "

"Business meeting?", I broke my silence, raised in my seat. My hand stretched out across the table, almost touching Jerome's. My dad smiled, " Good thing you're showing some initiative y/n , because you will need to know this", my dad then explained why exactly Jerome was here.

Apparently since I was my dad's "campaign manager ", a term I was given so I had something to do in my free time, I just had to know my dad's most recent plan. Jerome, happened to be a sociopath who agreed to helping my dad getting in office by being a diabolically criminal for my dad then to be the hero and put a stop to his crimes. Now this is were I different from most people. If someone found out you politically corrupt dad had hired a psychopath to commit actual crimes and just get away with it, wouldn't you want to run from the hills of both your dad and Jerome. But to even my Dad's surprise, I just shrugged and said," Ok."

Dad got a sudden phone call, and had to leave the room, " I gotta take this, y'all get acquainted because y'all are kinda business partners."

Once my dad left, I grilled, " So you're a Sociopath, cute", I smiled pulling my brown hair behind my ears. Jerome gave a mischievous smile and an evil laugh, " I prefer the term ' method actor', but since your so pretty... I'll let u slide ", he played with the neckline of his red house coat. I tried not to blush," Why are you complimenting me, do you assume that I find you attractive or something "

He didn't flinch or even bat an eyebrow at my attempt to scare him. He seemed completely calm and casual as he responded, " Look baby, I'm not a fool, a clown but not a fool ", he pulled a rose from his sleeve and laid it on the table infront of me," But I happen to be quite smart, especially when it comes to reading the room. So why don't you explain to me why you can't keep your eyes of me ?", he said it in a huh tone, like he knew he was making me feel stupid. I didn't have words to respond with, so I just decided to flirt myself out of the situation.

I put my hand up to Jerome's chin , saying in a baby voice ," C'mon , you can't possibly be troubling a helpless girl like me", I fell into his lap, my hand still resting on his sharp jaw.

For a second he just looked down at me , holding me in his arms against his chest. He twisted my hair around his finger," Your curiosity allures me", I sat up in his lap, putting my hands around his shoulders, " I'll admit, I like you ", I dropped my head down against him, my green knitted sweater rolled up, causing my stomach to brush against his chest. Jerome glared in my soul, his green eyes piecing through my skin. He put one of his hands on my waist and rested his other hand ( his thumb to be precise) on my lips, " You have thin lips", he teased rubbing my bottom lip between his fingers like sand paper, " I can fix that", he whispered in a sexy tone.

It wasn't long before I was leading him down to my room...

[edgaralienpoe]

hi, i’m back as promised. my actual reactions are under this post (and it’s reblogs) it’s well documented 🤣 also forgive me!! this ask is quite a long one 😭

we’re in on it for the same reason!! 🙃 i discovered park jihoon earlier last year bc of at a distance spring is green and i was hearing news abt this new show he’d be in that his character strays away from the boy next door types he’d been playing.

initially, i thought the show was quite unrealistic (the part where they managed to successfully stop some huge scheme that was going on, yeah, high schoolers?? fr??) and i hate seeing that in shows that someone mirror reality but i changed my mindset, started just looking over the unrealistic parts and immersed myself in the found family of the trio 🥹 (big mistake, really fucked myself up there). also it’s true what you mentioned abt the violence bc it’s somewhat a peek into why people did what they did to survive in the hellhole of a school (or show lol)

i thought it was well done for something so short (minus the first quarter or first half 😭) specially loved it when we started seeing into the trio more? I LOVED THEM SO MUCH AND I KNOW THAT IF CIRCUMSTANCES WERE DIFFERENT THEY COULD’VE BEEN REALLY GREAT FRIENDS! you can’t tell me otherwise :(

about bumseok, my thoughts in the posts/rbs are not representatives of how i think of him today pls do not take me seriously 😭 i was just rlly mad at him and looking for someone to blame when i knew (or know now that) it’s not his fault. i think all he ever wanted was a place where he felt like he belonged and for acceptance and for ppl to look at him as their equal rather than smth to look down on. while i think he really misinterpreted the situation with sooho, we also can’t blame him for feeling that way bc it’s all his ever seen so far :( i hurt for all three of them but presently, i hurt for bumseok most bc i know that everything he did wasn’t his fault (it was his decisions to do the things he did, yes, but everything leading up to were beyond him).

what hurts more is that nothing will ever be the same from this point on and there’s no happy reunion for them (also weak hero the webtoon is more on sieun’s life in that new school). and even if they meet each other further down the line, i don’t think i’d like to be happily friends with someone behind my being a comatose and we just have to live with that conclusion.

if there are specific points you want to talk to me with, feel free to do so bc i need prompts to bring up those traumatic memories (the show) HAHA i’m just thrilled that someone else has watched the show bc i have been suffering in silence for a MONTH. i actually got sad for days after watching it so i feel you. i hope talking to someone else abt it helps with the post-show depression 😭

ok so I just woke up and I wrote so much... I don't think my phone nor Tumblr are gonna like that://

some clothing piece that was rEd and read 'keep pushing' at the back like a warning or maybe it was positive. then bumseok being almost naked while his dad was hitting him, when he's generally fully covered and you can even see his arms when he's at school or hanging out -could also be to hide bruises and stuff :((- 

like you, bumseok made me feel so conflicted, cause we kinda know why he ended like he did but also, a person can't just excuse everything on their trauma.

I loved the first scene on episode eight, when the three of them were together but sieun is left alone, because that's just how the show started and sadly, how it ended. and like you said, even if they find each other I don't think it would be the same because all of them hurted so much from that to the point that I don't think they're the same people anymore, would you like to see them back together? A lot of people want to.

who was your favorite character? What made them your fave? (I saw you talking about keep watching because of suho but maybe that changed)  do you think there was something else between suho and bumseok? I saw people take the whole situation as bumseok having a crush on suho -that would make sense because of how impulsive he got - but then some people took it as bumseok just wanting to be like suho and reading too much into what he was doing (kind of what you said) again sO complex

[neiptune]

Hii !! 😁 Finally got around to properly reading through your event, and would like to send in a request❣️

“Once upon a time, the planets and the fates and all the stars aligned, you and I ended up in the same room at the same time,” w/ Levi (AoT)?! I’d like to drown in fluff pls and ty. 😌😂

Hope you’re having fun writing for your event !! I feel so spoiled getting to request something from a fave of mine. 🫢💓 Tyvm !!

levi ackerman x once upon a time, the planets and the fates and all the stars aligned, you and I ended up in the same room at the same time

a/n: it's a pleasure and an honor to write something for you <3

The tea shop is reasonably quiet as you stand by the counter, eyes focused while scanning the minimal menu board hanging on the wall behind the cashier. She's nice and probably glad there's no one standing in line behind you because you're taking fucking forever, as the one person standing next to you would politely put it.

“I think I'm gonna go with, uhm, lotus tea. Is it good?”, a soft, apologetic smile tugs at your lips as the cashier briefly turns around to take a look at the menu herself.

“Yes, the trà sen is sweet and quite useful for relieving stress”

“Sounds perfect for me, then”

Levi has already offered to pay but you really wanted for this one to be on you, for a change. It's his favorite place, after all, the one where he spends almost all his lunch breaks and mornings, on the days he gets to work from home. It's actually quite fancy and not self-service based, despite orders being taken directly at the counter. Members of the staff bring the orders to the table, with porcelain cups, small teapots made of black ceramic and, occasionally, a plate with a few neatly piled senbei.

He likes the tea shop so much you remember him listing all the reasons why it's the best one in town on your second date.

They know which ones to brew for under two minutes.

Staff doesn't talk much.

They memorize your order easily.

Bathroom's clean.

And ever since, you take pride in having memorized exactly what he likes. Black in the morning (brewed for 3-5 minutes), green or white in the afternoon (4-5 minutes), zest black in the evening (3-5 minutes), peppermint if it's snowing (4-5 minutes), licorice root when his throat is sore (4-5 minutes).

The brush of a hand on your forearm as soon as you're done with the payment and he gently guides you to the table next to the window overlooking the sidewalk, his table. You don't apologize for the time it took you to decide on the order, not anymore. Levi is constant in showing just how much he doesn't mind waiting. He stays by your side as you read all the different tea types over and over again, hand on the small of your back. He waits on a platform that isn't his, because he will never step on the train that will take him home, no matter how late it is, unless he's sure you're safely on your way first (and, besides, it gives him an excuse to listen to your voice for a while longer). Levi is at close distance the entire time you scan shelves upon shelves packed with make-up products, aromatherapy shower steamers, weighted blankets, snarky adult coloring books as you frantically look for the best birthday gift for your mom or best friend. He sits right behind you, legs wide enough for you to squeeze in between and rest your back on his chest while you work with your laptop balanced on your lap, one of his hands gently massaging your scalp. Even if it's his couch and he was working on it first. Even if he hates missing deadlines. He will, for you.

“Levi” you softly call, although there's no need, he's already looking at you.

“Hm?”

“How would you tell someone about us?”

Confusion settles in the crests forming between his furrowed brows.

“What d'you mean?”

You gesture vaguely with your hands.

“How would you recount the story of us to someone? I mean, from the very beginning to, let's say, Erwin”

“Erwin already knows about the story of us, he was there”

“Okay, Hange, then?”

“Hange's your friend too now, they know everyth—”

Your impatient although playful sigh interrupts him as your nails lightly drum on the table.

“This is a hypothetical question, Levi. Just imagine you'd have to tell someone everything, from scratch”

His features don't really read impressed but nevertheless, he decides to play along. Doesn't he always?

“Do you need this to be sickeningly romantic, by any chance?”

You shrug.

“I'll leave that to your judgement”

Levi takes a sip of his tea, graceful as always, sometimes he has you wondering if he even belongs to the current century. Then he usually removes all doubt as soon as he curses under his breath his fuckin' asshole idiotic co-worker (usually Floch) or wonders why such a goddamn spoiled jackass (usually Eren) can't ever deliver his work on time.

“Alright” he sounds oddly confident as he clears his throat, but you recognize the mirthful glow in his gaze before he even starts “once upon a time, the planets and the fates and all the stars aligned, you and I ended up in the same room at the same time-”

You groan and he can't fight back the smile anymore, although he manages to hide half of it behind his cup.

“It shouldn't be that romantic—”

“Would you mind? I'm telling a story”

Although it's something he rarely does in public, he wishes he could reach across the table to kiss your pout away. With raised brows, he waits until he's sure you won't interrupt him again.

“My best friend decided to throw a house party, like some damn teenager, and I was forced to be there. Clearly, I hated every second of it. Until, can you guess? This earth-shattering, gorgeous woman walks in, already half-drunk on one of the two wine bottles she brought as a gift, arm in arm with her best friend. She finds me in the kitchen a few moments later and just starts having this absolutely unhinged monologue about cheese being the opposite of ham because they go together on a sandwich”

“Can't believe you remember all that” you feel slightly flustered, half embarrassed, ears still buzzing around the words earth-shattering and gorgeous. You also just voiced a big fat lie because by now you're oh so aware of how Levi just doesn't forget anything, ever.

“And I don't even know her name, mind you, but I keep listening until she asks for my opinion on the matter. Guess what I reply?”

“That cheese may be more adjacent to ham but its opposite is clearly mustard”

The airy chuckle he lets out makes you smile as well. For once, he's the one to surprise you as his hand reaches yours at last, fingers intertwined for everyone to see.

“It's partly what I actually believe, you know”

“What?” you ask, giving his hand a light squeeze.

Levi shrugs.

“That stars, planets and fates did align, the night I got to meet you”

[astrolo-t]

Morning Sun Pt. 2

Pairing: Ellie x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k~

Warnings: MDNI pls, Cursing, Alcohol, LOTS of Angst, Ellie running at literally any sign of conflict or messy feelings.

A/N: Enjoy :)

SPRING

Ellie did in fact stay for more than just that night. Stubborn as she was, even she knew that leaving in her condition was not the right thing to do. And truthfully, it wasn’t like she had anywhere to go. So she stayed, and strangely enough, it just worked. As time passed and her wounds healed, the two of you fell into your own little routine of sorts.  The housework and chores were split between the two of you and more often than not Ellie did the majority of them. She was determined to ‘earn her keep’ is what she’d said. Though you knew in your gut it was all in the brunette's efforts to keep busy. You had your little arguments here and there, the stubbornness in both of you causing you to butt heads. But you also had fun at times. In fact, sometimes, if she let you, if you were being just a tad too ridiculous, Ellie would give you a smile. An actual real smile.

You’d put her up in your guest room, which had gone unoccupied for quite some time as it'd previously been used for storage. You’d cleaned it out and made up the bed for Ellie. However, you weren’t sure that she actually slept in it. Most days you’d wake up to her already up and about, wandering about the property or fixing some obscure thing in the house that you swore you’d get around to. It wasn’t necessarily a problem per se, at least not yet. But you couldn’t stop yourself from getting increasingly concerned every morning when you saw her looking more tired than the day before. Finally, one morning while you’re doing dishes together you decide to confront her on her strange nighttime habits.

“Ellie,” You start carefully, “the bed in your room….is it not comfortable?”

Her eyebrows raise a bit at your question and her hands momentarily halt in their rinsing of the dishes as you hand them to her. “No, it's fine. Why?”

You look at her, pausing mid scrub, “Cause’ you’re not sleeping in it. You’re not sleeping at all”

“It’s fine Y/n, nothin’ to worry about.” she murmurs quickly drying her hands off, before taking off outside.

You roll your eyes, calling her name. She doesn’t respond which has you then following her out the back screen door wet hands and all, hot on her heels as she heads down toward the lake not too far from the house.

“It is not ‘fine’ Ellie. Sleeping and eating are like, basic necessities for humans to function and you're doing neither of those things.” She whips around, finger pointed and mouth open ready to protest. “And don't tell me you're functioning ‘just fine’ cause’ you're not. We both know you’re not.”

She closes her mouth and looks off, eyebrows furrowing because yea, you were right. She was not getting any sleep. She tried, every goddamn night she tried. But the end result was always nightmares so terrifying that the tension in her body left her more exhausted than she’d been before. But you didn't need to know about that, no, she wouldn’t make her problems become someone else’s again. So instead of confiding in you she turns her back, walking away and plopping down against a nearby tree. Her eyes stare out at the lake and make no move to pay you any attention as you crouch down and start a little more softly, “You don’t eat, you’re irritable, you forget things, and-” you dip your head downwards in an attempt to catch her eyes. “You’re also starting to get some dark cir-”

“Ok!” She finally yells rising quickly to her feet.

“Ok, what?” You offer, from your spot still crouched on the ground. 

“Ok so I’m a trainwreck!” She bites out, “What the fuck do you want me to say!?” 

“I want you to be fucking real with me, Ellie!” You finally yell, meeting her at your full height now. “And stop lying to both of us!”

She looks at you, then away, the morning sun causing her green eyes to squint. Her shoulders shake slightly as she takes an uneven breath, kicking at some dirt with those old worn converse of hers.

“You don't actually have to tell me shit, let's be clear.” You start again, significantly softer, “As your friend, I’m going to care about you regardless. But also…as your friend, I want to know what’s going on so I can help.”

“We’re friends?” She laughs sardonically as if that very idea were preposterous and maybe it hurts your feelings more than you’d care to admit. Nodding her head she continues, “Yea we’re definitely friends after knowing each other for a few weeks.” She regards you for a second, noticing the way your gaze was a mixture of concern and something else. Something she hated more than anything. Pity. She scoffs, “You know nothing about me or who I am at all. How much fucking blood is on my- ”

“Ellie!” You yell, silencing her. You shake your head and whisper, “Come on, let’s not do that.”

From previous arguments you’d picked up on one of the brunette's defense mechanisms. Hurting you, so you’d feel the same dark, sticky, coil of sadness and anger in the pit of your stomach that she carried around everyday. 

At that, the fire in her eyes dies down just enough for her to turn around, running her fingers through her hair and plopping down against the tree once more. Instead of sitting next to her, this time you walk over, sitting on the opposite side, pulling your knees to your chest.

“You’re not wrong.” You admit, “Maybe we’re not quite friends. But…I’d like to be.” Running your hands over your face you continue, “Just….just talk to me Ellie.”

And after a long bout of silence…she does. She starts slowly, recounting how she’d ended up hurt in the first place. But pretty soon, the dam breaks and everything comes hurling out. Not perfectly because talking, especially about herself, wasn't Ellie’s strong suit. Despite her tumbling over her words and the frustration as a result every now and then, you stayed and listened patiently as she told you about Jackson, and the people she left there. Seattle and the trail of bodies. Joel. Dina. 

And Abby.

It should’ve been a relief to learn more about Ellie and who she was. And it was, however, there was also another nagging feeling in the back of your mind that you couldn’t shake. 

Fear. 

Not of Ellie physically, no. In your eyes she was no more capable of hurting you than you were to her. What scared you was her very obvious potential and need to self-destruct. What did that mean for you? Would you end up as another person left in the absence of her but never the same? Or worse, another potential source of trauma, as if she didn’t have enough of that already. Despite your most basic instincts telling you to just stop, stop caring about her, stop asking questions - you realize that it was already too late.

You’d see it through, whatever this was, to the very end. 

[redorich]

SOLD TO ONE DORECTION BOATEM?!

chapter four

"Und hier ist mein fucked up robo-dungeon," Doc waves to a rusty trapdoor sitting conspicuously in the center of the empty floor of the boiler room. Why Doc felt the need to extend his tour of the Boatem Mansion to here is beyond Grian.

"Don't go in there, you will get electrocuted. Desu." Doc rolls his shoulders and cracks his neck loudly to cover up for the fact that he almost forgot to end his sentence with a Japanese particle.

Very suddenly, in a bout of mania or something much like it, Grian grasps Doc firmly by the shoulders and stares intently into his eyes like a man pleading for mercy before a pitiless jury. "Doc, they're not here right now. It's just us down here. I know you're fluent in English."

"Ich have nein idea what you are talking about, desu," Doc rolls his eyes. They're very hard to focus on. In the dim light of a single dangling lightbulb in this boiler room, Grian can't make out whether the man's skin is green or white. His eyes keep telling him not to think about it, not to think about the blood on his frilly maid apron or the weird placidity of his gait.

"Kein idea," Grian whimpers like a broken man.

"Anyway, we should continue the house tour, desu!" Doc says jovially. It's like he's been reset. He shrugs Grian's hands off of his shoulders and turns to the ascending stairs. For lack of anything better to do, Grian follows.

Conveniently, the door right next to the stairs has a hot pink laser-engraved nameplate with the word "Grain" on it and embossed turquoise flowers along the bottom edge.

"Hier ist your rööm, desu," Doc says, holding the door open and bowing his head like Sebastian does in Kuroshitsuji.

All the throw pillows have a black-and-off-white chevron pattern. The bed is so massive that it takes up three quarters of the room's floorspace, and the comforter that covers the whole thing is neon, striped, and furry, like someone skinned a Yo Gabba Gabba character for the Christmas fireplace-rug.

The canopy covering the bed is layered pink tulle wrapped with lit fairy lights. Grian looks up at the ceiling for a sprinkler for this fire hazard and finds none. The ceiling is made of pocked, dingy, and water-stained tiles like every public school ever. The walls are pink, and have stylized decals of "girly things" like the Eiffel tower and flamingos.

"Wait, is that..?" Grian squints, unsure that what he's seeing is real. "Is that a fathead of David Cameron on the wall?"

Grian makes the vocal equivalent of a shrug in response to his own question. "Oddly contemporary, I suppose..? Maybe someone's got opinions."

"Do you like it, desu?" Doc asks. He's so close that Grian can smell, oddly enough, vanilla perfume in the air.

Grian jumps out of his skin. "Buggering--! Christ, wear a bell!"

Doc does not move. He is still uncomfortably close.

Fed up, Grian snaps, "Social distance."

With a laugh, Doc walks backward. He keeps walking until his back hits the pink wall, then he scoots left along the wall until he hits the doorframe, as he backs out of the room, he says, "Ja, ich will now perform social distancing with mein five meters."

The words are dreadful, settling into Grian's bones like a curse. He does not want to know the significance of Doc's five meters. He feels faint.

Well, no, he's actually faint. He stumbles toward the monstrosity bed so as not to crack his head open on the floor when he passes out.

"G'night," he mumbles deliriously.

Oo.oOo.oOo.oO

A/N: OH NOEESSSS!!1! grain fainted!!!1!!1 what happens next?? ehehe leave a reveiw for next chapter >:^)

grian: WHOSE THIS GRAIN?????

me: O.o i sowwy grian-sama pls forgive watashi...

grian: humph.... *crosses arms angrily* your lucky your cute...

me: OMG grian-sama thinks watashi is kawaii??? :D

pearl: NO WAy hes MINE!!!!!!!!!!

me: back off b!tch!!!!!!!!11!@

grian: iam sorry pearl but i love author-chan not u........ we can still be nakama though

pearl: *runs away cryeing*

[gemharvest]

HIII TY MICK PLS PAY NO MIND TO THE FACT I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THIS YESTERDAY..

Nickname: Literally whatever someone wants to call me (as long as it's respectful). I have had people call me "guro" as a shortened way of saying my art username so uhhh take that LOL.

Height: ~5'6"

Favorite School Subject: This is so cliche of me but it was, of course, art. It was almost band but the mental illinios made me have a very love/ hate relationship with it by the end, and also an honorable mention to my Spanish class.

Something I Want to Learn: 3D modeling & animation would be really cool to learn I'm just sitting on my hands with it. I also kinda wanna practice singing but that shit Ain't Happening until I'm moved out and on my own. /lh

Favorite Quote: Serious ones are so hard for me to pull up guhhhhhh.. Tie between the lyrics "You are a thief and a murderer too/ Stole the face that you wear from a craven Baboon/ Cos you did to her and you did it to him/ And you did it before and you'll do it again" from "Spring/Sun/Winter/Dread" by Everything Everything and the lyrics "Know that your life is more frightening than writing a song/ It's an action of fractions you're passing along/ And these oceans of emotion will crash once they hit the shore (I promise you)" from "Fragments" by an Unkindness. Actually a lot of Fragments could go here. Shoutout to trauma. /j Buuuuttt a funny one? Chills reading out "Michiel later describes this spider as being the size of a full grown pizza". Also Waldermite going "Why are you blue?" is funny as hell I have to fight myself not to quote it.

Favorite Food: It rotates a lot depending on what I'm in the mood for/ what I've had a lot of lately but as of nowwwwwww focking hamburgers. Not a favorite but shoutout to the fact that I've been craving a runza so bad for the like. past month.

Favorite Place: Sitting in the car still parked in my work parking lot after I have just clocked out. Very hyper-specific in location and the reason why but shrugs I need to get out more so this is the only answer I got. The Omaha Henry Doorly Zoo is cool tho. I like going to the zoo as the rare vacation we get. 👍

What Can't I Leave My House Without: I also need my glasses LOL. I also need my phone and my wallet on me; earbuds and a sketchbook (w/ tools ofc) as well depending on what I'm going out to do. Been bringing plush friends to places lately as well but that's not rlly a necessity.

Last Song I Listened To: Gotta be honest I had to listen to the songs I picked for the quote question. That said that's a boring answer; the last song I listened to before those was "Californication" by Red Hot Chili Peppers.

Identitiy: TME fat agender lesbian it/its-user & (kitty) therian & dubious irl of a couple characters but I don't wanna talk abt it (there's stuff I gotta figure out but I have a job so idrc about that rn /reference).

Eye Color: I usually just simplify it as green bc man every time I think abt it I get less confident in how I describe it. I thiiink it's closest to a grey-green (grey on the outer ring and green around the pupil) but it's hard telling the difference between blue and grey eye colors sometimes. bleh

Hair Color: Naturally brown; I like to bleach the long part of it to be blonde though.

Something I Collect: 1998 Furbies!

Favorite Movie: Heathers (1998) mayyyybbeeee. Hyperfixation bias wants me to say the FNaF movie but I think I like Heathers more objectively.

Favorite Song: [I need everyone to listen to this] but being serious uhhhhh. Man is it lame for me to say it's the The Living Tombstone remix of JT Music's "Join Us for a Bite"? Have not been able to shake it for months now.

Favorite Book: I remember really liking The Great Gatsby so I'm gonna answer that. I wish I read more thoughh.

Zodiac Sign: Aquarius

Languages: English but I have retained enough from Spanish class to be able to make some stuff out. Not fluent in it at all though; I need to keep up the study but I'm lazy abt it.

Full Name: You're not getting that. Karl "Sho" "Crust" "Schmidt" gemharvest is the closest you can have. "gemharvest" can be replaced with barnmates and guromaws as well but the url here is gemharvest so.

Tattoos/ Piercings: None atm but I'd like to get both eventually. Parents are disapproving of tattoos so I probably wont get any 'til I'm moved out but piercings might come sooner rather than later. Who knows!

I'm sorry you can put me down but I'm not tagging anybody; I don't got anybody I'd feel comfortable throwing this at. That said, if anyone has read this all and wants to do it feel free to reblog off of me idc.

Hello will. i was tagged by the ever wonderful @isopodhours so here we go tag game time

Nickname: mifs and assorted variants

Height: 5'10

Favorite school subject: art

Something I want to learn: ugmmmmm. how to knit better

Favorite quote: i like the lyrics "ivory towers and plastic flowers" from elo's The Way Life's Meant To Be. from the album time

Favorite food: that snack mix that has pretzels, cheetos, and mini nacho cheese doritos and harvest cheddar sunchips in it.

Favorite place: This gay ass city rochester everyone should visit theres gonna be a total solar eclipse here in april

What can't I leave my house without: i havent left the house in a month so i dont fucking know

Last song I listened to: millennium anthem 2000 new years eve

Identity: fat genderfluid bi butch. Fursona haver. collector of little things

Eye color: baby cow brown or whatever

Hair color: also brown

Something I collect: maneki neko as well as Regular cat chotchkes

Favorite movie: sighs loudly. the brave little toaster. always has been and always will be

Favorite song: no idea but probably something by either elo or red vox

Favorite book: i cant say the name of it or i will be swarmed but the name is similar to "goon omelet"

Zodiac sign: cancer. crab

Languages: english

Full name: mifs "raspberryjamrock" "blackmarketjoy" "pikpikpop" pyrovisionary. im not putting my real ass name on here

Tattoos/piercings: my ears are pierced but i dont have Any fun earrings yet aside from ones that make it look like theres screws going through my ears. i need to get ones that look like floppy disks or fish or something one of these days

theres no way in hell im tagging 20 people. so ill tag the bastards i know well. You have my blessing to do this wighout me tagging you directly go do it

@biracy @pkbeamgamma @feintenstein

[mrcrawly]

here's more encanto stuff cuz u guys ate it up

- Abuela slander is stupid as hell. you could say she was abusive in some ways, but she clearly wants to change for her kids and grandkids. she LEARNED. i don't really think they should have forgiven her that quickly either but it was better for them to find closure. it should have been more about "i understand why you did this, and i know you only thought you were doing was best for everyone. i appreciate what you have done for us and i love you despite your shortcomings, but you have to earn complete forgiveness." that being said stop hating on Abuela. it got old very fast

- Camilo is a fantastic character with so much potential and who deserved more screen time. with that being said, Dolores deserves the same if not more hype

- i like to think that after the events of the film, Mirabel (plus maybe Julieta? some of the other kids?) got together to either fix or replace Bruno's ruana since it's pretty old and probably gross. it would be green ofc, but it would probably be more vibrant and have all sorts of fun little designs. maybe an hourglass or sand, a few mice, golden butterflies, caterpillars, flowers, etc. kinda like Mirabel's skirt but much more subtle and unique to Bruno's personality & liking

- call me a fatherless child but i feel like because bruno doesn't want any child to grow up the way he did (ostracized, antagonized, having to suppress themselves for others) he would sort of serve a replacement father figure or just generally a safe, supportive adult for the kids of the encanto so they would always have someone to come to. he'd be pretty nervous and on edge around infants but when it comes to children (5 and older or something like that) he knows exactly what to do. also he'd be a fantastic babysitter

- Isabela paints to express herself, either with just regular paints or she uses the stuff from her plants she can make

- Bruno has nicknames for all of his nieces and nephews. like he might call Camilo "engañador" and Luisa "hércules" or "pequeña dama" ironically (also if the Spanish is incorrect pls tell me i know very very little spanish as i am a native English speaker)

- Bruno is also very good with animals :) of course he has his little rats but i feel like he would have a very strong compassion for animals of all kinds, especially those that are injured, stray/abandoned pets, and lost baby animals

- this is sort of sad and of course you can disagree but i feel like Bruno likes acting because he felt like no one likes who he ACTUALLY was since he got his gift, so to cope he learned how to be like and copy other people and entertain, because that was the only time when people DID like him and accept him (does that make sense?)

- i feel like Camilo would like theatre for similar reasons. he never felt like anybody wanted him just as he was when he was himself, so he learned not only that he loved acting, but it was also something his gift was good for. he probably felt really useless as a kid, cause think about it: shapeshifting into only people doesn't have a lot of practical useless, so he found a way to be useful without having to be himself. hope that makes sense

- i feel like Bruno would connect the most with Camilo, Luisa, Isabela, and Dolores. Of course Mirabel as well, but that goes without saying.

i hope this was good !! i tried to keep these as respectful as i could. keep in mind i am not Latino, so if i said anything inaccurate about the culture or anything, please inform me. im still learning about Latin American cultures and im trying as best i can to keep my little white nose out of places where it does not belong. that being said, i have no ill intent and i hope this made someone happy :)

[hyogonokitsune]

hi love!!! I would please like to request something so jdneoe please I'm all blushy while thinking but imagine iwaizumi fucking you in front of the mirror in the locker room after hearing the Japan team talking about you, his precious girlfriend, how they would use you as some fucktoy, he knows you deserve way more than that

hajime knows all the players were watching by the door how you were almost breaking from the pleasure he was giving you, too lost in it you didn't even know they were there

pls this is basically mirror sex and unknown voyeurism for the reader 😭😭😭😭

ofc if you don feel comfortable you don't have to do it!! thanks a lot

this is my first-ever request, so as a prize you win a kissaroo from me to u 😘 this was a very fun idea anon, so thank you for sending it in! I was also blushing while writing it ksjdksdduhjd          

actual locker room talk, (semi-nonconsensual) voyeurism, mirror sex, overstimulation, creampie

2200 words

watching -- iwaizumi hajime x reader

He knew it wasn’t your fault; after all, you couldn’t help how cute you were. You couldn’t help the way the fabric of your skirt clung to your hips, the way the neckline of your blouse dipped down when you bent forward, revealing just a little too much skin. You certainly couldn’t help yourself from gazing at your boyfriend with those cute little bedroom eyes each time you visited him at work; it was a look that he learned early on was unintentional, it was simply your natural reaction to seeing him, and it was one of the little things he loved about you. That gaze was reserved for him and him alone, and it only appeared on your face when you thought no one else was watching.

But someone was always watching you; they just couldn’t help themselves, not when somebody as cute as you was wandering around the gym, trailing after Iwaizumi like a lost puppy, your sweet laughter echoing around the room. The looks they caught you giving to your boyfriend, a small indicator of what you were like behind closed doors, made it difficult for them to not fantasize about you.

Iwaizumi knew this, and to some extent he didn’t mind. Having a gorgeous girlfriend inevitably meant that other guys were going to think about her a little too much, but it didn’t matter what they thought to themselves, because at the end of the day it was him that you went home to.

What he did mind, however, was the way they talked about you. Crowded into the locker room after practice, unaware that he was just outside the open door, the team didn’t hold anything back.

“Did ya see what Y/n was wearing today?” Atsumu asked no one in particular. “That dress didn’t leave much to the imagination, huh?”

“Pretty sure she wasn’t wearing anything underneath,” Hinata said.

“Yeah, I saw the way you were starin’ at her,” Atsumu laughed.

“Can you blame me? When she bent over to pick up that ball….”

Someone whistled then, a low, long note. Several other voices murmured their agreement.

“If she’s looking for some balls to hold, I wouldn’t mind helping her out.” More laughter sounded out; Iwaizumi’s jaw clenched. He was frozen on the spot, unable to tear himself away from the disgusting conversation.

“Yeah? Why don’t you tell her that next time she comes around.”

“Bet she gives crazy good head.”

“Girls like that always do.”

“Fuck, I wouldn’t mind hitting that.”

“She’d probably just lie there and take it, too.”

“Not like I’d want anything else outta her, though.”

Their laughter rang out. Iwaizumi had finally had enough, forcing himself to turn and walk away; it probably wouldn’t have been a good look if the team’s athletic trainer wound up putting them in the hospital.

He definitely knew it wasn’t your fault; not you, his lovely girlfriend who had never asked for any of that attention. The fact that you just existing could elicit such disrespectful comments made him feel more frustration than he knew what to do with. More than the knowledge that other guys were thinking about fucking his girlfriend, he was more bothered by the way they had spoken about you, as if you were just a piece of meat, something interesting for them to play with. He knew better, knew that you were someone to cherish and take care of, someone he had gone out of his way to make feel good countless times.

But he also knew that their comments were, in the end, harmless. He certainly was never going to relay them to you, and as long as you could stay happy, blissfully unaware of what was being said about you, Iwaizumi could shoulder the burden of knowing the team’s true thoughts. He had managed to calm himself down by the next time he saw them, and was successfully managing to ignore what he had overheard.

Up until the next time you stopped by the gym.

When he spotted you across the court, chatting innocently to Ushijima and Atsumu, something in him snapped. He was hyperaware of the lustful way Atsumu was looking down at you, the way the muscles in Ushijima’s arm tensed when you playfully shoved him on the shoulder, laughing at something he had said. It was one thing to listen to the team talk about wanting to fuck you; actually seeing it so plainly on their faces was something else entirely.

Before he was aware of his own intentions, Iwaizumi was making his way over to you, putting a protective arm around your shoulders and tugging you away from the others.

“Y/n,” he said, his voice sounding oddly clipped. “Can you come with me for a second?” He was already leading you away before you could respond.

“Hajime? Is something wrong?” you asked, looking up at him. You could see the muscles in his cheek tensing as he clenched his jaw.

“No, baby,” he said, but you weren’t entirely convinced.

“Okay, because it seems like something’s bothering you,” you pressed as he led you into the team’s locker room.

“Nothing’s bothering me.” He pushed your back up against the row of sinks, large hands firmly gripping your waist. “Just wanted to touch you,” he said, head bending down to press hot kisses into your neck.

“Hajime, not here!” you said, but you made no effort to push him away. You sighed, melting into his touch, hands grasping at the fabric of his shirt as his mouth moved up to your ear, teeth nipping at the soft skin.

“Why not, princess?” he asked, voice low and husky. “Don’t you wanna see how cute you are?”

Turning you around, he pressed his chest up against your spine, hand weaving into your hair to tilt your head back so that he could kiss down your throat. You stared at your reflection in the mirror with wide eyes, gasping as his teeth sank into your skin.

“Don’t you wanna see what you look like when I’m fucking you?”

Your heart was pounding, legs trembling as his hands roamed over your body, lifting up your shirt and tugging down your bra to reveal your breasts. Your nipples hardened when the cold air hit them; Iwaizumi’s fingers brushed over them, pinching and rolling, making you moan softly.

“P-please, Hajime,” you said breathlessly, feeling his cock pressing into your ass. You grinded back against him, desperate for more contact. The wetness was growing between your thighs, soaking through your panties.

“Hmm?” he hummed in your ear. One of his hands moved under your skirt, tugging your panties down and letting them fall to your knees. “What do you want, princess?” he asked, sliding a finger along your pussy, making you squirm.

“Want your cock, please, baby, need it so badly,” you begged. In the mirror, you saw him grin over your shoulder. He tugged down his shorts and boxers just enough to free his cock, before flipping your skirt up over your hips to get a better view of you. He dragged the head of his cock between the folds of your pussy, his touch teasing.

“This what you want?” he asked, the tone of his voice making you shiver. You nodded, biting your bottom lip in anticipation. He pressed into you, groaning at the sight of your eyes fluttering shut as his thick cock stretched you out. His hands gripped your hips firmly as he bottomed out; you clenched around him, drawing another low groan from his lips. “Fuck, baby, you’re so tight.”

Iwaizumi loved the look on your face in the mirror, with your head thrown back and eyes squeezed tight, breath coming out in shallow pants as he started thrusting into you. It was clear that you had no thoughts other than how good he felt inside you, desperately wanting him to make you cum; but a part of his mind was thinking of something else. He was thinking about the fact that practice was almost over, and any minute now the team would be heading back to the locker room to find you there, shamelessly moaning from the way that he was fucking you.

“Open your eyes, princess,” he told you. “I want you to look at yourself while I fuck you.” You immediately obeyed, staring, mesmerized, at your boyfriend’s face in the mirror, his dark green eyes boring into you.

His cock was hitting that spot deep inside your cunt, making your whole body tremble. He dug his fingers into your hips, gripping you harshly as he fucked into you. Your pussy was tightening around him, letting him know how close you were getting.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groaned, mouth sucking on the skin of your neck again. “Who’re you so wet for, baby?”

“Y-you, Hajime—oh, fuck—only you,” you gasped out, surprised by how much you were loving being able to watch yourself getting fucked. Your cheeks were flushed, hot breath fogging up the mirror as you came closer and closer to your release. “F-fuck, please don’t stop, baby, I’m g-gonna cum—god!” You had barely gotten the last word out before your orgasm washed over you, eyes closing again at the intense pleasure.

You were too wrapped up in your own world to notice the sound of footsteps getting closer, but Iwaizumi was all too aware of them. He was looking at the door in the mirror when the team appeared there, grinning to himself at the stunned expressions on their faces. He put a hand on your back, pressing you down until your chest was lying flat on the counter.

“You want more, baby?” he asked you, just loud enough for the others to hear.

“Yes,” you moaned, head nodding against the cool surface of the counter. “Feels so good…”

Iwaizumi started thrusting into you harder, the sound of his balls slapping against your cunt echoing throughout the room. You were quickly coming undone, breathing shallow and fast as your nails grasped at the surface beneath you. His name left your lips over and over, begging him to go harder, faster, to give you more.

He loved the way you felt around him, loved how easy it was for him to completely wreck you. Your cunt was clenching so hard around his cock, drawing him back in each time his hips pulled away from you.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he murmured into your ear as one of his hands reached around to play with your clit, the added sensation making your spine arch. “You wanna cum again, princess?”

“Mm hmm,” you whimpered, unable to say much else. You could hardly catch your breath with the relentless pace he set, the feeling of his cock so deep in your pussy making your mind go blank. He was rubbing tight circles over your clit, the friction sending you over the edge again.

With one cheek pressed into the counter, Iwaizumi could see half your face as you were cumming. He smiled at the way your mouth fell open, no sound coming out as he continued to rock his hips into you, not giving you a break for a second. He glanced up at the mirror again to find the whole team still standing in the doorway, watching intently as he fucked you better than they ever could. Several of them were palming themselves through their shorts, desire plain on their faces.

He increased his pace even more, fingers still playing with your clit, making you cry out. Your whole body was shaking underneath him; the sight of it drove him mad.

“T-too much, Hajime!” you wailed, but the look in your eyes as you gazed up at his face pleaded for him to keep going. The overstimulation was electrifying every part of your body, a tingling sensation running up and down your limbs as his cock slammed into you relentlessly.

“One more, princess,” he said, never stopping his movements. “You’re gonna cum for me one more time.” It wasn’t a question or a request, but a clear order. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from his, even as they watered from the intense pleasure, your vision blurring, body shaking uncontrollably.

“Fuck, fuck! Hajime!” you screamed out as your pussy clenched around him again, eyes rolling back. A string of curses and moans flew past your lips, dissolving into unintelligible babbling. If he hadn’t been gripping your hip so tightly, you would have collapsed from the intensity of your orgasm, knees trembling wildly.

Iwaizumi couldn’t hold back anymore. He leaned down over you, chest pressing into your back and lips latching onto your throat as he came, spilling his load inside of you. “You’re so amazing, baby,” he whispered, his words intended only for your ears.

Panting hard, he pulled out of you, fixing your clothes into place before tucking himself back into his shorts. Pressing one last kiss into the back of your neck, he looked up at the mirror. The hard look he gave the guys still standing in the open doorway was more than clear; without needing a word from him, they all turned to leave before you could sit up and notice them.

Iwaizumi wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you in close to plant a kiss on your temple. He led you out of the locker room, grinning at the way the team stared at you in the hallway, their eyes moving to look at his cum slowly dripping down your inner thigh.

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[elles-writing]

Daughter Moments

Request: Hello! I’ve read your imagines they are sooo good! I was wondering if I can request a Kili x daughter reader? The ploy can be anything you want but the reader has to be kilis daughter pls? Thankyou!!❤️

Requested by @imagines4everyone

A/N: First of all, thank you so much!! I hope you will like it!

Then also...The ending is my favourite.

Triggers: mentions of injuries, scars, angst, feels (if there's any more, let me know please!)

Tags: @guardianofrivendell @dumbassunderthemountain @imagines4everyone

Kili took a deep breath, as he looked over Dale. The town was beautiful, and he was lucky to be able to look at it during sunrise, every day, before he had to get back to his duties.

He felt the soft wind, running through his hair, and sun glittered in his deep brown eyes. He thought of his wife and daughter, and his mouth had soft dreamy smile in second.

When Kili came back to their shared chambers, he noticed Tauriel, gently stroking their ten months old Y/N's cheek.

"How are my two beautiful girls?" He chuckled, and his eyes were soft, as he looked down at his daughter and wife.

"Papa!" Y/N suddenly let out, and Tauriel and Kili looked at each other in shock and surprise. Their daughter just said her first word!

"You did it, Y/N! You did it!" Kili cried out, and started dancing across the room with his daughter in his arms. You giggled, and Tauriel watched the moment with tears in her eyes.

Five years later

"Papa?"

"Hm?"

"What are you doing?" You frowned, when you noticed your father.

Kili was trying to make a surprise for Tauriel - his wife's birthday was a very special day to him, as well as your birthday - and this year, as any other, it was something sweet. Last year he made her a pair of twin daggers and got all her favourite sweets from bakeries around Dale.

This year, he decided to bake a cake.

Needless to say, it was very funny.

To watch, obviously.

You sat up on the chair, and Kili put his hands on his hips. You looked into the bowl, and giggled. You tasted a bit of it, and frowned.

"Uncle Fili said you can't bake, daddy." You shook your head. Kili nervously looked at you.

"What did uncle Fili say?" You looked at your dad, and decided to tell him everything.

"Well, Uncle Fili said you cannot bake, and that you only eat in the kitchen, and he was right," you said. Kili looked at the light-coloured dough.

"It is salty," you said, and Kili's eyes widened. He slapped his forehead.

"I really switched sugar and salt," Kili sat down to the table, and put his chin on his hands. You wanted to say something, but you noticed his eyes were filling with tears. You jumped off of the chair, and walked to him.

"Why are you crying, daddy?"

"I'm not crying," he said, and got up.

"Can I help you?" You gave him your best puppy-eye look, and Kili sighed.

You just had to get this from him.

"Okay."

When you finally finished the cake, the sun was rising, but you and Kili fell asleep, sitting by the table.

The finished cake was, however, worth it.

Twelve years later

"What did you say?" Kili frowned at you. You shrugged.

"What do you mean?" Kili's usually kind brown eyes had a spark of anger in them.

"That I don't care about you."

"Oh, this. Well, because it's true! You literally make any guy run away from me, and then you make me stay inside! How am I supposed to get to know at least one?"

"You have still enough time for boys." Your father shook his head, as if he tried to get out the idea of dating out as quickly as he could.

"Fine. But if anyone asks, it's your fault," you said half-upset, half-joking.

You almost opened the door, when you heard your father speak.

"You know I want you to have someone who truly loves you," you turned around.

"I...I, um..." Kili deeply sighed. He felt a bit of guilt about the misunderstanding.

"Sit down, please." You did as he said, and he gently took your hands to his.

"When I met your mother, I knew she was...the One. My One. I fell for her even more, when we talked for the first time. And a few years later, there was also you. I was holding you after you were born, and I promised I will make sure you will have the same kind of love, the person you will roll your eyes at, but know you wouldn't want them any other way."

"Dad, I-"

"I didn't mean to upset you. I'm just worried about you and want the best for you, but...the problem is, that in my eyes, nobody is good enough for you. I know you think it's the other way, but, it isn't. At least to me." You felt tears in your eyes.

"What do you think...mom would say?" You quietly whispered, as you felt tears in your eyes. He took a deep breath, probably to try to stop tears, too.

"Your mother would...secretly agree with me, but let you...let you go on an adventure, as long as you promise you are safe." Kili blinked to stop a tear, and sadly chuckled.

"You never know who you meet on an adventure."

You took his hands into yours, and gave him sad smile.

"She is alive. Trying to find her way back, from the orcs. Mom is a fighter."

"I believe too," he said, and looked outside. The sun slid across his face, and made his eyes spark, and showed you the way they used to shine when your mother was still there.

It's been a few months since you and your father talked, and you were on a ride from Hobbition. You liked to visit Bilbo and Frodo, and, as always, told each other news. When you almost got to Rivendell, you noticed someone lying down - with red hair. You stopped your horse, and jumped off of it.

You felt a rush of shock, when you realized who it was. She was full of cuts, but breathing.

You got to Rivendell safely, and when Lindir saw you, you let out just a whisper.

"Help her,"

You had no idea how did you end up in the working space of lord Elrond.

But, having soft blanket over your shoulders and sipping warm tea, after the shock, you wouldn't complain.

"Can I see her?" You whispered. Lord Elrond talked to a healer, and both of them looked at you.

"Your mother is asleep now," the healer carefully said. You nodded.

"Is she-"

"She is alive. We cleaned her injuries, and luckily, they were not even infected yet. You found her just in the right moment." You let out a breath. It felt like a huge weight fell off of your shoulders.

"Get some rest, princess Y/N. It will be good." The healer said, and helped you to get to other chambers, you guessed for guests. You laid down to bed, and fell asleep. You didn't even notice the healer turned around in the door, and slightly bowed, before he walked away.

You woke up into bright sunlight. You realized it was afternoon, and when you properly woke up, you found out you slept almost whole day and night.

When you took a bath and changed into light dress, you decided to go ask healer how was your mother doing.

You carefully knocked on the door. Someone slowly opened the door, and you realized it was the healer you already knew. After a short talk, he told you to get some rest. You decided to listen to him.

You didn't expect to fall asleep next to the bushes of lavender in Rivendell gardens, but the sweet, calming scent was strong.

You woke up with slight headache, and sat aside from the plants. You watched the sunset, and yawned. You also realized you haven't eaten whole day, and looked around for some fruit. You got up, and soon you found a few servants, who were actually looking for you, and as they mentioned dinner, you had no more questions.

At the dinner, you noticed the male healer you met earlier. You blushed when he noticed you looking at him, but he didn't do anything. Later, he catched your eyes again, and send you a tiny smile. You felt yourself smile as well.

After the dinner, Lindir walked you to your chambers. You took a bath, and when you got dressed, you opened your window and put a pillow and a blanket on the floor, to continue watching the sunset, and look at the stars. The sky was bright, and the fresh air made you feel lot better.

You got back to bed, but left the window open.

Your felt familiar smell, as you woke up. For a moment, you were five again, in your chambers in Erebor, and it was your birthday. Only other thing was the itchy feeling on your arms and legs.

Damn mosquitos.

"Mum?"

"I didn't mean to wake you, wildflower," you gasped and sat up, wide awake.

It was really her. Your mother, her red hair shining in the morning sun, looking at you.

Her face was full of cuts,which were in process of healing, and fading scars. Her hair was literally chopped off, now down to her chin.

Her green eyes were, however, full of motherly love. Just as you always knew them.

"This-this is a dream!" You let out a cry. She hug you tightly, and let out a cry too.

"I'm so glad you're safe..."

"What happened to you?" You whispered, as your arms tightened around her, afraid of it being just a dream.

"The orcs prisoned me, I tried to escape, but I was weak and didn't have any weapons. This time, I was finally lucky," she whispered, as she brushed your hair by her fingers.

"I'm here, Y/N. I promise it isn't a dream. I was fighting to run away every single day, and nothing could keep me away from you anymore."

Later that day, you sat down, to write a letter to Erebor.

Dear father,

I had to stay in Rivendell for longer, but, as you will find out - it was worth it...

Two years later

"Kili," Tauriel frowned at her husband. Kili looked at his wife with raised eyebrow.

"It's a boy, Tauriel!"

"And?"

"She's my little girl! She was born like...yesterday," Kili wiped off a tear from the corner of his eye.

"Well, our little girl is having a lovely partner. You will like him." Kili's eyes widened, and Tauriel tried not to laugh.

"You already met him? And didn't tell me?!"

"Well..." Tauriel would roll her eyes. Her husband was literally freaking out.

She didn't have the heart to tell him the reason you went to Rivendell or Mirkwood was because of your love, not because of political...anything.

Before she answered, you walked in, nervously smiling at both of them.

"I have, um...someone I want to introduce to you," you said. Your mother nodded at you with smile, and you sighed and patted your father's shoulder.

"It's fine, dad." You opened the door, and 'the elven healer from Rivendell', as you knew him two years ago, walked in.

"Mum, dad...this is, um, my boyfr-"

"Nice to meet you," Tauriel said, but looked at her husband by the corner of her eye.

"So...you are the elf my daughter is courting," Kili said, and you looked at your boyfriend. Him and your father were watching each other, and you gently took your lover's hand into yours, worried they might start fighting. Until...

They both broke a smile.

"Nice to meet you, Prince Kili. Y/N has told me a lot of good things about you."

"Y/N, would you come and prepare some tea with me?" Your mother asked you, and you both got out of the room.

You listened their conversation, talking about your meeting, and, your dad's, and your lover's, favourite - archery.

"I can't believe it!" You said, whispering.

"I know," your mother tried to hold in laugh.

"They literally-"

"Yes. Seems like they go along well."

"Now my dad will spend more time with my lover than I do," you pretend to be dramatic, but secretly you thought if it wouldn't be better if they didn't like each other.

You walked back in the room, with cups with steaming tea.

"Don't worry. Both of them know who are the best archers in the family," Your mother gave you a smile, and you proudly nodded, as you placed the cups down on table.

"That's not true, I always let you win!" They said at the same time, and you and your mother shared a look.

Later that day, you were with your father in the gardens. He was enjoying the quiet evening, and you were reading.

"Dad?"

"Hm?"

"You know...you said, about boys...that nobody would be good enough for me. In your eyes."

"Yeah." He nodded, and turned towards you.

"So, um...what do you think, now when you met my boyfriend?" You nervously waited for his answer.

"I think...I would never expect to say this, but...I approve him." You let out a laugh.

"Just because you're both good at archery?" He rolled his eyes.

"I wanted to say he seems to be very nice, but that too. We gotta keep the skill in family, don't we?" You shook your head and snorted with laugh.

"As well as recognizing elf men and elf maids." You started laughing when you noticed your father's wide eyes and flushed cheeks under his beard.

"Who told you that story?"

"Well...Uncle Fili has told me many interesting stories from your adventures," you said. Your father quickly stood up.

"Uncle Fili will quickly be reminded of what does it feels like to have younger brother," Your father muttered, as he walked inside the castle.