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arcane-ish · 3 years ago

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Warwick in season 2 - themes and storylines speculation

So I hope it is common knowledge that many people expect Vander to come back in season 2 as essentially a werewolf named Warwick. This is a meta speculating on what his story could be in season 2, how it might intersect with Jinx and Vi and what kind of lesson he or his existence could provide to Vi and/or Jinx.

1.) Do you let your sibling go? (Vi) 2.) Accepting yourself, living as a monster (Jinx) 3.) He/She's still in there (Vi) 4.) Accepting the crimes of a loved one (Vi & Jinx)

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This is how League puts it:

Warwick is a monster who hunts the gray alleys of Zaun. Transformed by agonizing experiments, his body is fused with an intricate system of chambers and pumps, machinery filling his veins with alchemical rage. Bursting out of the shadows, he preys upon those criminals who terrorize the city’s depths. Warwick is drawn to blood, and driven mad by its scent. None who spill it can escape him.

Warwick is supposed to have lost most of his memories.

Memories of that time come to Warwick in flashes before they’re inevitably lost, replaced by searing echoes of the days he spent strapped to a table in Singed’s lab, the mad chemist’s face looming above him. His world a haze of pain, Warwick could not recall how he fell into Singed’s grasp… and even struggled to remember a time before the suffering began. Warwick struggled to recall a single memory from his past... All he could see was blood. He’d already forgotten his [name]. He sensed that was for the best. Yet, even as he surrendered to the beast, glimpses of his past began to haunt him. I shake away the memories. I don’t want them.

As Warwick he often succumbs to bloodlust and kills a lot of people.

he continued the slaughter, not caring who fell to his claws. So long as blood dripped from gnashing teeth, he would feel nothing but a smear of red on his conscience, the hunger in his gut overwhelming any concern for his random victims.

He has a period where he kills indiscriminately and then switches on killing only criminals. So much for Warwick, the interesting thing of course what his story will be with other characters. The most obvious of course is his connection to Vi and Jinx. What will his story be with them? And will his story be more with Vi or with Jinx? At least in season 1 Vi and Jinx while being connected still had their own supporting cast (with for example Vander and Caitlyn being more closely linked to Vi and Silco and Sevika more closely to Jinx). 1.) Do you let your sibling go? (Vi) Now season 1 set up this idea that Vi has a good heart and that might put her in conflict with Jinx. The season 2 teaser already suggested that Caitlyn and Vi might be teaming up to track down Jinx. Plus we know that Vi will eventually be pushed or pulled towards enforcering/police work. One really dark way to deal with this topic would be to use Warwick to go a bit into the Silco and Vander backstory and explore what happened that convinced Vander that killing Silco was the only way to deal with the situation. This could play with the idea that Vi could be pushed to make a similar dark choice, Vander could be used to sell the idea that sometimes you have to make these dark choices to let somebody go and sever the emotional ties with them for the good of others. And Vi would have to eventually make the choice for or against Vander's path. Does she take comfort in knowing that he went through a similar thing and would have understood? Or will she defy Vander's teachings, vow not to repeat the choices of the previous generation and instead forge her own path? 2.) Accepting yourself, living as a monster (Jinx) Traditionally in season 1, Vander was most closely associated with Vi. However, I have this theory that Warwick who was reworked in 2017 might have been reworked specifically in accordance with the needs of Arcane (Amanda Overton said that she wrote CaitVi more than 3 years ago and some of the basic beats the story would follow were already in place by then). Now this makes me look at the characters that were released or reworked around he same timeframe, most notably Urgot and Camille. To me it's intriguing that Camille has some very specific dialogue bits with Vi that suggest that she thinks that Vi has a lot in common with her

“Mmmh… it’s like looking into a crude, boorish mirror.” “Watch it, girl. I am your future.”

Granted, this could just be because in the game Vi is "The Piltover Enforcer" while Camille is considered the enforcer of her house. But... what if this actually foreshadowed that Vi and Camille will share a story in season 2? Likely around the death of Vi's parents? That might "free" Warwick up to have a good chunk of his storyline with Jinx. A simple story for example could be that Jinx comes across him, follows him, they fight, draw, she begins to realize that he's Vander, uncovers for us what happened and in the end he does recognize her and they bond. And he could teach her/serve as an example of somebody living as monster. Remember that Warwick on one hand is the embodiment of Zaun's wrath, but on the other has his own arc where he switches from killing indiscriminately to killing only criminals. 3.) He/She's still in there (Vi) Similarly, Vi could have the traditional story where she comes across Vander, begins to realize that it's him, is heartbroken and horrified, but at the end he recognizes her and they embrace. This giving her hope that if she can reach Vander in Warwick, maybe one day she can reach Powder in Jinx as well, even it hasn't happened yet by the end of season 2. 4.) Accepting the crimes of a loved one (Vi & Jinx)

Alternatively, maybe this story could be more about acceptance/accepting Warwick. This could either go into Vander's past, maybe showing his darker side, understanding that he messed up too, but he can still be a good person now (I think this could be an interesting story for Jinx considering that she probably had to listen to years of Silco badmouthing Vander, so it would be neat if she got to hear some nuance/Vander's side of the story, or for Vi to see that Vander wasn't perfect and then maybe she doesn't have to follow all of his advice ("everything is on you"...)) And then of course the differentiation between Warwick's indiscriminate killing period and his more focused killing period. Maybe Vi decides that this is something she can live with? And if Vi can accept Warwick, maybe that opens up hope that she can accept Jinx too?

For @arcanefandomweek for the prompt "Lesson"

#arcane #warwick #jinx #vi #silco #arcaneparentingweek #vander #arcane season 2 #camille

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caw4brandon · 3 years ago

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League of Arcane

As far as I can remember, the well produced cinematic videos for the Massive Multiplayer Online Battle Arena (MOBA); [League of Legends] has always intrigued me to give the game a try. Be it [K/DA] or [True Damage] or good ole [Get Jinxed] The League Fandom has a lot to love outside the game itself and the toxic players addicted to them.

For years, fans of the game or the viewers of the cinematics have always wished to spend more time with these beloved characters and this year, on 2021.

[Riot Games] with [Fortiche] answered the call and created the recently popular Netflix series; < Arcane >

- Let's Start From Scratch -

Welcome to Piltover. The city of the rich and home of pioneers to science and technology that, beneath it all hides the barbaric and ugly citizens of Zaun. Our main characters are two orphaned sisters; Violet and Powder. Who, after a tragic incident were adopted by Vander; The Hound of the Undergound. Under his protection, Vi and Powder began to develop their skills and train for combat in case of emergencies in this dog eat dog world. Away from his guise, Vi began to develop a following of young aspiring fighters who hates the surface dwellers. Visiting and stealing things from Piltover and very narrowly escape from getting caught.

Meanwhile, on the surface. We follow a young, aspiring and ambitious scientist, Jayce who whose office recently got robbed with contents of powerful and highly dangerous goods that he has yet to fully understand but has great potential to change the way of living.

Character by character, plot by plot, the two sides clash into an inevitable war that causes a divide between worlds and caused various characters to be driven apart. All piloted by the sinister mastermind and vile crime lord; Silco.

As the conspiracy develops. The roster of characters builds as above so below. The series acts as an anthology of sorts. It introduces the early lives of these mighty Champions (playable characters of the game) we know them to be and the worlds they lived in. Suggesting the eventual turning points for the elements and lore the game is based on.

- We will show them all -

First, let’s get one thing out of the way.

You don’t have to know League to understand < Arcane >

What I really like about this series is just how simple it is to enter the show blind and not ask questions about who is what. From the two main sisters to the side characters. Every character is organically made to exist on itself. It humanizes the Champions. Showing that they are just ordinary people who later becomes a legend.

I may have only seen the cinematics and read some of the lore but even without the knowledge or without playing the game. The lore and relationships of the characters is completely comprehensible. MOBA characters often time uses a rather basic structure to create “diverse” characters but because of that basic structure, its easy to redesign and develop on the how’s and the why’s of their motivations while maintaining their key characteristics.

As an example, the main character Powder who later becomes the infamous; Jinx is explained from the first episode to why she is the way she is. It displays the early signs of her descend that climaxed to her full transition but it still leaves a lot of room for more details. It frames her as a tormented girl who is in constant war with her mind and her heart.

Similarly, Violet’s growth uses that same rule by showing and developing the moments and the dialogues as to why she raises her fists to fight for the causes she believes in. Also, its good to see typical tropes of enemies becoming allies being done right through Caitlyn and the complications of deep rooted relationships between characters as is with the case of Ekko.

The show assumes that the viewers know nothing about League and gives time with the characters and bare witness to how the world and the characters came to be. From its heroes to its villains. While I could criticize my one issue for how they pace and cut between acts I know that this is just the beginning.

All in all, I really liked how it was made and I look forward to Season 2 which is currently in production. Despite this and all the praise I gave it, its probably best to do some catch up for the characters and for future events to come because I get the sense that it may dramatically change or hint future seasons.

- The Monster Created -

That said, I should also credit the amount of awesome and well choreographed fight scenes seen in the series so far. The various effects and difference in every fight shows how the studio, Fortiche values the impact of this show. From the dynamics of scenes, the angle of shots, the attention to detail and even the versality of facial expressions is Grade-A levels of excellent animation.

No moment is the same and that is highly credited to Fortiche and Riot’s trust and relationship with one another with great care and love for the intellectual property (IP) It goes to show how Riot took the task very seriously by not making the series look cheep which also stamps < Arcane > as the benchmark quality for video game adapted shows/ movies.

Its a love letter to the fans and to new comers who wants nothing to do with the game to be able to experience the many strengths about it. From a character’s development to the world-building itself.

It would be interesting to see how < Arcane > brings established and widely popular characters into the universe. The realest in the game; Akali, the beautiful and seductive; Ahri, Jinx’s eventual best friend; Lux and The silent but deadly DJ; Yasuo and many more to come. There will be a lot to look forward to in this series and Season 2 can’t come any soon enough.

With that said, December is Here and 2021 about to draw to a close! I’m adjusting to my new life situation now but I promise, I will keep to it whenever I have a chance. I know it's been a while since we last saw Sadie and Hector but she'll be back when I get things sorted out.

Thanks for reading

- Caw4B -

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sunnylighter · 2 years ago

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So— m!Fuchsia Ninja

First major difference: there’s isn’t just one, there are several. Eight at least, to be specific— Roki, Riku, Doku, Kiri, Riki, Roku, and Doorki. Why are all their names so similar? Because— SURPRISE!— they’re all copies! Or, well, perma-copies. A long time ago there was one, Odoroki, and since receiving the Element of Surprise from their uncle, the Mailman, they have gained the ability to duplicate themselves. None of the perma-clones (aka the copies that are always active) know which is the original or if they even exist, and all have some small changes in appearance and personality between them (though they can be identified by the sunglasses they wear to hide their fuchsia-coloured eyes, their brown hair, and their fuchsia-coloured clothes— you can see three/four of them at Ninjago High in the movie!). They can each create copies of themselves, but these copies aren’t always around like the 8 perma-copies are.

Roki is probably the closest to the original (if the original still exists) and is the ‘oldest’ of the eight (in the sense that they’re all the same age— high school age— but Roki is the tallest and was able to sneak their way into starting college), and is part of the College Crew (which includes Morro and Dove— m!Fugidove). They’re Morro’s roommate in the dorms— and sometimes go out on patrol with the Sacramento Ninja, aka Morro

Riku, Kiri, and Koru all go to Ninjago Highschool

Riki is always helping their uncle with the post office and other errands (like picking up their adopted younger brother, Nelson, from school)

Roku is always helping at the Museum with the two friendly curators (cough good m!Time Twins) and volunteers there alongside Morro, and also tends to explore the city and do patrols of the outskirts

Doku is always in the Fuchsia Ninja gi and helps patrol the city (kind of like your regular neighbour Spiderman) to deal with minor problems and crimes

And Doorki is the undercover agent (who makes a bunch of copies so they can be undercover everywhere at once), and has positions in (including but not limited to): the mayor’s office, the mafia, and Garmadon’s Volcano (where they run interference and intel like the Pink Jinx!)

So yeah— multiple Fuchsia Ninja, Nelson gets anywhere from 8 to a hundred older siblings, they all listen to the name ‘Odoroki’ (derived from the Japanese word for ‘surprise’), and they have friends everywhere— with only a small handful, like Morro, knowing their secret(s)

Also— I know it’s the s!Fuchsia Ninja in the Tournament, but I can’t help but laugh picturing a timeline this m!Fuchsia Ninja instead where they keep tag-team switching in and out during and outside of combat, and no one else has realized there’s more than one absolutely trolling Master Chen

Cool idea. It's great you put so much time into it. I think I saw you talk about this theory before with screenshots from the movie. It's a pretty darn compelling theory. Especially since it plays with that real-life ninja trick with multiple look-alike people dressed the same to confuse their enemies and look like they can teleport. I forget what it's called right now.

As for my fic... Is it? Is it really the S!Fuchsia Ninja in the tournament?

#ninjago #lego ninjago movie #grass is always greener au #gigau #trials of trust #fromfanfiction

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toshisurtsdottir · 3 years ago

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Unnoticed - Chapter One

Summary: Toshi is the most successful thief the undercity ever had. She is known to be able to steal anything while staying undetected. However, after stealing from the undercity´s most feared crime lord, she finds herself in big trouble.

!Warnings for future chapters: Smut, Swearing, Mentions of Abuse

Also please note that this is an AU, where Jinx does not exist. (I left her out simply because it would be demotivating for me to include too many characters.)

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“I don´t think you can do that. You pulled many tricks, but this one will break your neck, man.” Cheat, a young guy, sat across the table in front of a masked woman. He leaned forward and sighed. “I mean, nobody will give you any money to do it anyway. It´s really just for the kick, isn’t it?” Toshi raised her head and took a sip from the glass of vodka she held in her hand. Black nails shining in the coloured lights. “You´re right. It is to prove something though. Lately, people have been questioning my abilities as a thief. They talk, you know? I´m going to prove just how good of a thief I really am.” She smirked under her fox-mask. She was dressed all black, silver chains hanging around her neck, rings on all her fingers. They clicked against the glass impatiently. After her last robbery, the guy who had hired her remarked that her prices are too high and that she was just a scam, that anyone could do what she did with a little training. Of course she made him pay for that comment. Nobody was allowed to question her. She had then decided to prove them all wrong by stealing something from the undercity’s most dangerous man. Silco. “You wouldn’t understand, Cheat. It´s a matter of honour. Of which you have none.” She chuckled. He rolled his eyes and got up, pushing the chair away angrily. “Fine then, be stupid. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He huffed and stormed out of the bar. She was left alone, surrounded by drunk people dancing, fighting and yelling at each other to loud music. Her eyes scanned the room. Some people eyed her cautiously. Not only did she own this bar, people all around the city knew her mask. As she got up too, she could see people holding on tighter to their bags and money. “Pathetic.” She said quietly. If she wanted to, she could pickpocket anyone here and nobody would notice. She went upstairs and left the building through a window in the roof. Standing outside, she felt the chilly air tug at her thin, black coat. She looked over the buildings of the undercity, the smoke rising from the lanes and chimneys, neon lights shining brightly in the darkness of the night. Yells, shots and laughter filled the air. She took off her mask when she knew nobody was watching and pulled down her hood, showing noticeable white hair. Toshi ran over the rooftops, bare feet making no sound as she did so. She jumped down into one of the darker alleys and continued walking, silent like a fox on the hunt. She wasn’t called “The Vixen” just for fun.

When she arrived at an old, withered building, she opened the front door and walked in, locking the door behind her. It was located at the outer side of the city, right by the docks that hadn’t been used in years. The corridor was cold and looked as abandoned as one might expect upon seeing this building for the first time. She arrived upstairs and opened the door to her flat. In complete contrast to the corridor, this room looked homely. A lit fireplace provided warmth that filled the whole apartment, plants could be found anywhere and big, heavy rugs lay on the ground. At the other side of the door were large windows, covered by dark green curtains that kept people from looking into her home. Nobody except for her had ever seen the inside of this flat. Toshi took off her coat and threw it on a green couch that sat in front of huge shelves, filled with hundreds of books. She tied up her hair into a messy bun and made her way to a large desk, papers scattered all over it. She sat down in a dark red armchair and lit up a cigarette she had nicked from one of the bar guests. It tasted alright, she thought. “Alright.” She leaned forward and looked at her notes. Written on them were numbers and the names of places Sico had gone to over the past couple of weeks. At first, it had seemed like there was never a certain time he would be out. But yesterday she had discovered that most days from exactly 3.12pm to 4.00pm Silco and Sevika, his right hand woman, both left his office at the Last Drop – a bar owned by Silco. Toshi didn’t know where they were headed, but this was an opportunity she certainly didn’t want to miss. Tomorrow, she would be stealing from undercity´s most feared crime lord. She was so excited.

Toshi woke up late the next day. It was already 3pm when she finally left her flat and ran through the lanes. She was wearing her hood and mask, people giving her angry looks as she bolted past them. She hid behind a wall when she arrived at the Last Drop, hoping that Silco and Sevika would leave again today. She was just in time, the front door opened, and she watched the two of them walk down the street and into the smog of the city. That was her chance. She smirked and started to climb the wall of the building she had been hiding behind. Once she reached the top, she ran towards the edge and leaped over to the roof of the bar. She landed without making a noise, merely a shadow to anyone passing by. “Guess that guy was right. Easy as baking a cake.” She giggled as she made her way to the other side of the roof. She looked down and was met with a large, green window that covered the back of Silco´s office. She jumped down onto the window sill and easily pushed the window open, sliding in. 3.34. She had 26 minutes until Silco would return. To play it safe, she wanted to be back on the roof by 3.50. So that left her with 16 minutes. Toshi didn’t want to waste any time and begun searching through the drawers of his desk. Paperwork listing the export and production of shimmer, a drug that made the consumer more than ten times stronger after consumption. But it cost the health of those who used it frequently and Toshi didn’t want anything to do with a drug this dangerous. She continued to search through the drawers, smiling when she found a box of cigars, beautifully rolled and promisingly good looking. They were put into a bag she had brought with her. 3.40. The cigars were nice, but she had to leave an impression. Make Silco realise that he was just another commoner to her after all. She could be stopped by nobody. She sat down on his red armchair and spun it around a few times before her eyes fell onto Silco´s coat. A large grin grew on her face. She jumped up and walked over to the coat hanging on the wall next to the door that led into the bar. She grabbed it but froze in place when she heard steps coming up the stairs towards the office. “You´re getting old.” A female voice remarked. “If you say so.” A male voice. Silco. Toshi panicked, throwing on the coat and bolting to the window. Behind her, she could hear the door opening, a large shadow darkening the room. Toshi crouched in the window, turning her head to look at Silco. He was tall and dressed as elegant as you would expect of him. His eyes were burning into her as he spotted her.

“If you leave right now, I will hunt you down and skin you alive.” His voice kept a cool tone that send shivers down Toshi´s spine. She felt cocky though, how would he ever find her? Nobody knew about her identity. And she could fight if necessary.

“Interesting threat. I will remember that and use it myself.” She answered, jumping out of the window as soon as Silco took a step towards her.

From the streets, she could see Silco staring down at her from his window, angrier than ever. She waved at him and ran down the street, disappearing into the darkness.

#silco #silco fanfic #silco arcane #arcane #smut #unnoticed #coat #thief #silco x oc #arcane league of legends #silco league of legends #silco smut #silco fluff

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kth1 · 4 years ago

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Get Jinxed [MYG]

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Get Jinxed [Yoongi x Reader] ⟶ Credit: @kimtaehyunq ⟶ Genre: Angst | Smut | 21+ | Cyberpunk AU | One Shot ⟶ Warnings: pwp, sorta old lovers to enemies to lovers, cocky yoongi, mentions of weapons, criminal activities, hopeless romantic OC, rough sex, over simulation, multi-orgasms, public indecency, unprotected, creampie, etc, ⟶ WC: 4.7k+ ⟶ Summary: A rouge ex officer of the law - Yoongi - has twisted his ways into causing mayhem across towns. You are the high and mighty officer who seeks revenge on Yoongi’s ways; considering that he not only turned against the city in which he grew up in, striping all chances of reforming himself, he also stole your heart. ⟶ Teaser: “He hushes you with a hand, his teeth nipping eagerly around your clavicles. “Shh,” he warns with a devilish glint, “We’re in public, Y/n.” He chuckles, mouth coming back to kiss against your jaw.” ⟶ Beta Reader: Thank you so so so very much for taking on this task very very very last minute @chillingtae I am so thankful for you to accept this role, and thank you for helping me through this fic! I owe you! ♡ ⟶ Author’s note: Written for @houseofddaeng‘s Agust D Anniversary Event. Was my first time touching elements of a cyberpunk!au.

Rain casts a veil over your sight as you stare deeply into the silhouette across the murky alleyway; the figure before you surveys the one-of-a-kind hextech rifle aiming right at their head. Glistening neon lights flood your peripherals, puddles reflecting fractions of radiance between the cracks of the split bricks under your very feet. The chill of cold water drenches your attire, even the cap resting on your head leaks streams down the sides of your face.

“How could you!” You choked out between your teeth; loud enough over the pounding rain, loud enough to cut the man in front of you as if your words are daggers.

The rifle that deemed you the best shot in the city has no comparison to your superior intellect. Your wits earned you the way through the rankings and nobody, no criminal or lawbreaker were foolish enough to cross your path. You are known as Vopamis City’s finest peacekeeper and your oath is embedded deep within your family roots.

You’re the sheriff of a thriving, escalating city where art, craftsmanship, trade, and metamorphosis were built and centered from. Vopamis is and forever will be a reinventing city where dreams are lived to the fullest extent and treasures are found around every corner. It sits on top of the distrusted city of Tapos, an undercity district – which used to be once united but now no more – buried deep within canyons weaved below.

You press your words and force the air to pass through your clutching windpipe, “Fuckin’ answer me you son of a bitch!”

The figure sighs with a step forward, rolling their head out of annoyance but once their eyes meet yours in the light you knew all breath escaped your chest.

“Hi, Y/n.”

The dangerous bright orange hair stands out like no other, just like the cocky grin that emits the same tone as his two-toned eyes does. One is dull brown with crystalized specks of white, the other a piercing topaz yellow; a hard contrast between his natural dark pupil – all of which made those eyes captivating.

You fear this moment every day ever since that terrible day. It haunts you; it scares you; it hurts you. Yet here you are, face to face with the man who solemnly swept the valuable, rich rug right out from under you and ran with it. With betrayal and pain coursing through your veins you sought out his existence every single day to get revenge on the one person you thought you truly once loved.

With your rifle adjusted point blank, with the help of the glowing red laser to the center of his forehead, you show no signs of backing down from your stance. The rain beats heavily though your heart pounds harder inside your chest.

He looks just how you remember him; black under-cut still very much unkempt, a piercing jabbed through one eyebrow and two into the cartilage on the same side of his nose. His oversized cryptic jacket hides his frame well, decorated in all sorts of patches, widgets, and spikes that have their own metallic shine to them. You swear you see the edgings of tattoos creeping up the sides of his neck, exactly how you recall them.

Those unforgiving thick soled boots kick up the water around his steps as he inches out of the shadows, “It’s been a while.”

You ignore him just like he ignores your first sentence, “How could you do this?!”

He shrugs with amusement dressing his face, “Why ask me questions you already have answers to, Y/n?”

With glares meeting another in a standoff stare he halts his walk five feet in front of you. Unphased by the downpour of smogged twilight rain, you twist your finger around the trigger of your trusty gun. “You stole for the black markets, betrayed your city and me, ran off to the unstable technologies and reckless constructions of the polluted and gangrenous Tapos. Why!?”

“You seem to be a bit vindictive.” He snickers, swiping a hand through his soaked locks. “I was bored.”

Bored.

Your grip tightens around your rifle, you can’t tell if you are shaking from the cold of the rain or the anger raging throughout your body. His words made your heart sink to the pit of your stomach.. “Yoongi!” You hiss with a harsh tone, blood boiling under your very skin.

He steps again, hand clutching the barrel of your gun and aligning the end against his forehead. Yoongi looks at you with teasing eyes and a wide, wirily smile. He is testing you - taunting you. “I know you won’t do it. You won’t pull the trigger.” That blunt topaz eye drills back into yours, enticing and enchanting all at once. “How many times have you seen me in the streets? Stealing from this filthy, pathetic excuse of a renowned city? How many times did you watch me walk by doing whatever I damn well please? Why are you stopping me now? What changed?”

To what you believe you are holding out strong, insisting you have the upper hand and all control. But you are frozen, unpredictably iced in place from where you stand. Only to stare back at the man that your heart swells and aches for. Yoongi doesn’t wait for you to answer as he already knows every single move and step you have going for you.

“It’s only been two months.” He states with a soft smile, lowering and pushing aside the gun in your grasp. “One of the most determined and skilled investigators of all Vopamis. Filled with ferocity and a strong sense of justice and resolution. Falls right into the footsteps of each and every one of your family members. They reinforced their ideals of right and wrong on you so much that it’s practically branded across your forehead.”

Yoongi spits to the side, tilting his head to watch your face with all his rambling. He has proven himself in such a small-time frame of how impulsive he can be, going from a trusted high ranked officer of the law to a merciful criminal who now wreaks havoc without care. Buildings burn in his name as he always made sure to leave a massive trail of mayhem and panic in his wake, never seized to end his rampage with the biggest explosions – which soon became his signature.

You loved him ever since the day you two joined the academy together. Yoongi excelled in everything from hextech inventions to architectural research. Vopamis has become a magnet for the most skilled craftsmen from all over the world and the more restricted and dangerous ones fell into the toxic runoff of Tapos. Now, Yoongi’s schemes have inspired copycat crimes among the chem-punks, a movement in which he predicted after labeling righteous wordings on structures throughout both cities. Some followers have blindly followed his persona named ‘X’. In a crafty way each successful heist has a small piece left for the police to find; a personable note that always says, “get jinxed.”

Standing helplessly at the mercy of your own heart your head drops, eyes casting to the drenched road. Everything in your righteous mind tells you to take him in, lock him up – it is your job and duty to do this as you are one with the law. But your poor, fragile heart is gapping open from the piece that was ripped away by Yoongi.

“You’re right.” You whisper softly.

“I know.”

All the times you allowed him to do what he continues to do because you didn’t have it in you to send him to jail. As you watch him become the criminal he is now, refusing to stop his acts even though the justice and pride within you screams for you to act on your instincts. “Everything you’re saying is right.”

Yoongi raises his hand, palm facing up and holding a chemtech explosive bullet that swirls a cobalt blue liquid inside. Instantaneously you knew exactly what the bullet is – the meaning behind it, and all of the precious memories came flooding back all at once.

The bullet was no longer than two inches and has a hole drilled through the piece to lace a chain through it. Yoongi wears it as a charm to his bracelet and even in the dark of the rainy night with neon lights flashing around you, you can still see the small etchings of both of your initials on the tip of the bullet. It was his first ever fully functional bullet he crafted back at the academy and he had dedicated that piece of craftsmanship to you.

“I still love you, you know.” Yoongi’s voice stills your breath, deep and stern. With all seriousness he openly speaks with a stony face as you look up to him. “I never stopped.”

You avert your eyes away from the nostalgic piece which lies in Yoongi’s palm and the heat of your breath fans out into the open cool air in a puff of smoke. It hurts your heart, all your pent-up revenge brought out a disgusting angry monster from within you. You’re blinded by the law and blinded by the admiration of love for Yoongi.

“You don’t.” You counter with a hiss.

Raindrops hide away the streams of tears that break down the brims of your eyes and you refuse to keep your eyes open in the slim chance of giving Yoongi the satisfaction of your glistening orbs filling with hurt. As much as you secretly hope and want – need – Yoongi to say those words, they still simmer a splitting pain inside of your delicate heart.

Yoongi’s tatted, calloused hand aimlessly raises to your face, his knuckles brushing against the curve of your cheek. Surprisingly, you don’t flinch at the contrasting and unexpected warmth that’s responsible for heating up that side of your face. Instead you find yourself helplessly leaning into the contact, your shaking hand still holding your trusty gun at your side.

“It’s funny,” Yoongi scoffs, forcing your eyes to jolt in his direction of his action.

You burn a glare at him while he inspects your face, your blood boiling underneath all of your drenched clothes and cold skin. Yoongi sounds a quick ‘tsk’ as disapproval while his fingers glide down the column of your neck. “So funny that you question everything I say and do.”

The fact that he has your rendered frozen in place under the heavy weather and his intimidating presence only confirms his suspicions. He wasn’t lying to you and you knew that, right? You swallow thickly at the bright orange haired man in front of you, eyes casting down to shrink your frame.

You sneer back, “Can you blame me? You ruined your chances of being an officer – all that hard work you put in means nothing now. You destroyed all your chances of being a citizen of Vopamis. And all because you were bored.” In the back of your mind no matter how many hours you had pondered his reasonings to derail into a criminal, what hurt you the most wasn’t the fact he chose this path of being a high risk offender – it is the reality of him leaving you behind as if nothing about your relationship between another is important to him as it was to you.

Yoongi cocks an amused eyebrow, a smirk quick to follow. “Hm, yes. I wasn’t bored with you though, Y/n. Truthfully, knowing that you’ll be hot on my trail at all times – no matter where I went – made this new life even more fun. You enjoy chasing me?” He swipes his tongue through the small opening of his lips, two-toned eyes glare at the small line of tattoos up the back of your own ear. He tilts your jaw with his thumb, exposing more of your smooth damped skin.

Under Yoongi’s hand you feel like a marionette; damned against his ministrations and at how weak you feel towards him. You can see your vision blur around the edges, your sight honing on the glowing eye that stares at you with interest. Another puff of fog seeps out of your mouth from a released breath that you held in for far too long. You don’t acknowledge the way your limbs grew numb by the minute or the way your bottom lip trembles from your constant shivers. You are only focusing on the way the warmth of the pads of his fingers emits onto your skin and gives you a sliver of assurance.

“Have I ruined this too?” Yoongi questions in a whisper, eyes projecting down to your cold lips.

Everything in your mind tells you to scream at him, tell Yoongi ‘yes, you completely and utterly ruined every single aspect of my life,’ but the words cannot crawl their way up your throat and form the sounds you need. Instead your face reacts with pain, all of your walls and defenses breaking down around you and your rifle drops to the puddled ground underneath you.

He can read you like a book, study your features, and pull each intricate and thin string of your heart. He plays you like a fiddle with a crooked smile, a knowing look to his face where all his intuitions of you feeling something towards him are all riddled true. It’s dressed all over your face, your body leaning closer to his, the look to your eyes – glistening or not.

His thumb taps lightly against your bottom lip, popping it open from the stern line your mouth was creating. You gulp with anticipation, your surrounding areas become less and less in vision of your peripheral and your eyes can only bore straight back into Yoongi’s; pupils dilating rapidly.

“No…”

Your solo word shakes out with a heavy breath at the same time Yoongi’s other hand comes to grab your elbow and pull you closer to him. The heat radiating off of him is met between you with a strikingly fast kiss, but the kiss was tentative at best. Even reading all of your body gestures, the way your posture changes when it comes to his proximity invading your territories, Yoongi still approached with cocky confidence. He knows he has you around his finger, around his hand and more.

‘You weren’t ruined, yet,’ he thought. But Yoongi is all too excited to violate whatever purity of the law that is still laced within your morals.

He’s eager to shove his deadly tongue into the first parting of your mouth, a gasp of excitement releasing through a moan. You forget about the downpour of rain around the two of you, the chill of the air cutting through your clothes, even forgetting the blaring neon signs illuminating the paths around this alleyway. Your mind is intoxicated with the savvy orange haired, corrupted, and dangerous man who has swindled his way within the burrows of each city and the cavities of your heart.

A single tear traces down your cheek as your arms link around Yoongi’s neck, your body completely caving into the man before you. With the motion Yoongi backs the two of you up until you're hidden well enough in the darkness. His hand cocks your head to the side as he leaves wet open-mouthed kisses as he pushes you against the side of the building. His lips heat your skin up and send an involuntary chill of goosebumps down your body.

You breath out into the air while your senses adjust to the new sensations of want and need being applied to your form. “Yoongi –“

He hushes you with a hand, his teeth nipping eagerly around your clavicles. “Shh,” he warns with a devilish glint, “We’re in public, Y/n.” He chuckles, mouth coming back to kiss against your jaw.

You muffle a noise of acknowledgement, or a moan of pleasure from the sharp suck Yoongi plants against the sweet spot under your ear. Your arms grip him tighter, pulling him flush against your front to be as close as possible. Without hesitation your hands link up the back of his head, fingers carding through the disheveled drenched locks for a nice pull.

Both of your clothes stick to you like a second skin, suctioned to your own bodies and you desperately want them ripped off. Yoongi hisses at the yank of his head. Sensing your actions as an emergency he huffs a laugh your way, “Yeah? What do you want?” He removes the hand across your mouth only to shove his thumb into it, pressing down against your tongue. “Is this righteous mouth going to tell me something?”

You comply by action with the decision of closing your mouth around his finger and sucking it with delight. Yoongi praises you with words of assurance, biting down on the flesh of his own bottom lip. He leans into you, hips grinding instantly against your frontside. The uneven gyrating of wet fabrics causes a rough and uncomfortable friction, but it was something that helped direct attention toward your neglected core.

Yoongi lifts up your slicked shirt just enough to fondle around the waistband of your pants in search of unhinging your duty rig belt. “You’re going to be a good girl, right?” His eyes give you a knowing look as his thumb detaches from your trap. Nodding, you seek his mouth once more to savor the warmth between you two. “Vopamis’ finest,” he quotes in a mocked tone.

“I love you.”

Your confession halts Yoongi for a brief moment between kisses, his hand stalls as it breaches a few inches inside the front of your pants. He has you pinned against the rough brick of a building in the outskirts of the city with your freezing, aching body under his frame. Your mouth and legs so willing to open up for him.

This is the very first time he’s seen you so ‘not yourself’ in all the years he has known you, even when the fondness blossomed more between the two of you. Whichever relationship the two of you were in – it wasn’t exclusive but it surely is implied – has become completely manipulated to the public eye. Yoongi’s urgency falters for a moment, a flashback to a simpler time where the underlying love and sweetness emitting from the two of you has no boundaries. But as fast as that memory exposes itself, it was easily covered in his future thoughts. His enjoyment of being who he is now, what he wants to achieve, obtain, and take.

With your face plastering across all walls of his mind, he smirks excessively as if he is pleased with himself. He has everything he wants, and he’s greedy for more. No matter what Yoongi does with himself he knows he’ll have you regardless – and right now is proving that theory.

He leans forward to plant another kiss to your appetizing lips once more, “I know you do.”

Quickly, Yoongi flips you in your place in one quick motion, yanking down a portion of your pants once you catch yourself against the wall. Your eyes scan frantically to the opening of the alleyway, silently praying nobody stumbles upon the two of you in this indecency act – especially how your rifle lays still on the ground in the opening.

The air breezes across your now exposed cheeks, and with a firm hand Yoongi shoves against your lower back forcing you to bend forward enough to reveal your core. Gasping, you shudder under the sudden invasion of his cold clammy palm molding on top of your cunt. Your hands held you up against the wall, pants pulled only to your lower thighs preventing the spread your legs most desperately needed.

Slowly, Yoongi’s fingers prod along your slit, dipping directly between your folds the moment they come in contact with your dampness. He shushes you once again with the ruggedness of his voice while you hear the clinking of what you assume to be his belt buckle.

He wastes no time sinking a finger straight into your entrance, only after giving your clit a moments time of blissful pleasure – gone far too quick for your liking. His digit glides easily, enticing him with the next stroke to join a second. Your mouth hangs open with heated pants, your lower stomach jumping excitedly at the intimacy of your loved one, and your hips chase the stride of his fast pace.

“Shit, Yoongi!” you curse under your breath, feeling his free hand now snaking up your side under your shirt. His fingers alone create such friction that has your head lolling to the side and your inners clutching erratically. You don’t question your urgency, the impatient nature your body so willingly falls into, not when Yoongi is inches behind you lining up his engorged head to replace his fingers.

The two of you don’t care about the surrounding areas, too filled with lust. Too drunk on the idea of Yoongi coming back to you – and he is too excited knowing he has you in his clutches.

Heat courses throughout your core and abdomen, running down each of your limbs the moment his hips are pressed against your backside, dick submerged in one swift jolt forward. You lose your footing, falling further into the wall as your forearms plant into the building. A guttural moan leaks out of him the moment you yelp and squirm under him. His fingers desperately hold around your waist as he straightens his back, giving the next few experimental thrusts the slower motion your pussy needed from his harsh action.

Yoongi’s hip snaps back into you, bringing the flesh of your ass into the seat of his lap. He seethes through his teeth, “Fuckin’ hell!”

You’re restricted from widening your legs no thanks to your pants locking you in place, but this also gives a tighter sensation against his swollen cock. He doesn’t give you too much time to recuperate and catch your bearings, too honest with his mission and surging forward to bring the two of you to the brink.

“Stand,” he grunts with an arm circling around your waist. With his help you’re press flush against the wall and his chest, completely stuck between two hard places. Yoongi’s pace is rapid, the slaps of skin melt into the sounds of the fallen raindrops. It’s not long for his cock to jam pleasantly into the sweet spots within your silky walls, his thrusts determined to continue their gyrating motion deep inside you.

He chuckles at the lewd moans you release, head tilted back against his shoulder as you breath for air. “You really don’t care if someone hears you, huh? What do you think they’ll do, seeing the best shot in town being railed by a rogue criminal?”

Yoongi’s words course through your ear, his teeth coming to bite the flesh behind it. Your mind is too cloudy to think straight, not when he was inside of you both physically and emotionally. “T-they’ll hate me.”

“Is that so?”

You hum because that’s all you can do. The knot tightens in your stomach, the dull ache between your legs distorting itself into an electrifying spark has you cursing Yoongi’s name to go faster, harder. Yoongi feels you tightening around his prodding cock, only causing him to buck into you rougher.

Orange locks find their way between your fingers, tightening your grip on his hair the faster that band within you reaches towards its peak. “Yes! Yes, yes, please –“

The moment your body feels his inked fingers sneak their way to your clit, pinching it harshly, pulls a shriek of pleasure from your throat. Your body snaps under him – back arching as your walls clasp around his cock. “A-ah!” you shout while your orgasm rushes to all corners of your body, a tingly sensation vibrating through every fiber of your being.

Yoongi smirks as his pace doesn’t halt, now latching both of his hands to your hips he directs all movements. He enjoys your dispute of over-sensitivity, knowing how much you secretly like it from all the times in the past.

“One more, I know you have it in you. I’ve seen it before.” His voice is rough, any tang of sweetness swept away. “I’ll continue to fuck into this pussy until you cum again.”

Without stopping for a breather your body rushes into overdrive, it continues to squirm in his grasps and your legs shake dangerously underneath you. All thoughts of remaining quiet have gone out the window. Your second orgasm is set to fire, ready to be kicked off the edge into infinity, and with one quick shove of Yoongi’s cock that sinks all the way to ram into your cervix has you keening over and over.

Your pussy pulsates around his dick inconsistently, holding onto the appendage like a vice. It triggers his frenzy, his release spilling deep inside your well spent walls with dirty grunts. His arms hold around you tightly, helping you stand straight and to assist himself at the same time. Together both of your breathes are resounded, heated air escaping around the two of you in puffs of smoke.

You wince when his softening cock slips out of you, leaving gravity to aid in the way his cum drips casually out of your hole. Yoongi doesn’t allow you to turn and face him before he’s hoisting up your bottoms, the fabrics too annoyingly drenched to feel comfortable against your skin.

When you finally turn to speak to him he’s already readjusting his pants up along his hips, securing the button to his pants as he eyes you for a quick second. His hair is even more of a mess than before, no doubt you looked remotely better.

Dropping your mouth to talk, Yoongi averts his gaze to your rifle laying to the side. “Yoongi, I –“

“Don’t.”

His eyes narrow at the device that labels the reality of everything, where the two of you stand no matter how much you tango with another. A snort leaves him as he finishes off the buckle to his belt and you can tell by the way his facial features flicker than he’s having a complicated inner dialog going on inside his mind.

“Yoongi!” You press, grabbing hold of his shoulders to shake him slightly. “Yoongi please look at me, please don’t walk away from me.”

After a deep breath he exhales slowly, blank eyes now directed at you. There’s confusion painted over your face from the way you aren’t understanding why Yoongi suddenly steps even closer to place another kiss onto your lips, but it causes you to stop thinking momentarily. His lips, plump and plush, are the only things you can think about – until he’s pulling away too fast.

Back now facing you, he strides down the alley in which you found him. As if this heated interaction, and everything it consisted of, seized to exist anymore – the time has passed.

You take a wobbly step in his direction, hand reaching towards the figure that distances itself further from your grasp. “Yoongi, please!” You cry.

Behind you is your rifle, only feet away, and in front of you is the man you continuously chase. You’re torn between the two, the feeling of your mind splitting in half causing you to have a mental debacle with yourself. You scream with frustration; tears stream down your face at what your heart truly wants.

To stop the criminal at large or to join him?

You didn’t notice how Yoongi stops in his tracks, head tilted to look behind him with his piercing yellow eye standing out through the darkness. He watches you curiously, the environment around the two of you officially draws itself back into reality. Once he hears your scream of defeat he completely turns to face you with the widest grin smeared across his mouth.

“Hey, Y/n...” He pauses to wait until he knows you’re listening to him – and of course you immediately do so. Yoongi cocks his head to the side with a sense of arrogance radiating from the way his body stood. You desperately look at him with a plea, but your facial features harden at his next words. And they lace, deadly, within your mind.

Yoongi sighs, running one of his hands through his hair. Again, he knows he already has you, ruined you, and now he completely and absolutely owns you whether you like it or not. Yoongi playfully lifts his fingers to cross them together, a sign of a heart sent straight to you, “Get jinxed.”

#hodevent #houseofddaeng #bangtanarmynet #bangtanhq #ficswithluv #magicshopnet #btsbookclub #suganetwork #networkbangtan #armysource #yoongi x reader #bts #bts one shot #get jinxed #min yoongi #bts smut

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lacheri · 3 years ago

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ship your moots!

GLADLY I WILL! 💕 (this is just a list of mootz off the top of my head! if I didn’t include you it’s not personal I promise 🥰 I just have a squirrel brain) ((I might do some matchups in the future this was a lot of fun to write!! and I know I missed a bunch of moots ): maybe next milestone I’ll do it ahhh))

@onwiings — I honestly cannot decide between Eren or Levi, so, I ship Len in a poly relationship with the both of them. the depth of Len’s soul is vast and never ending and such a perfect match for Levi, but her Aries childlike curiosity and humor is so Eren it’d be a crime to ignore their chemistry. Levi is so well equipped to take on the brat taming, (as is Len OOOOOH) and Eren is the biggest brat of them all.

I’m visualizing the three of them walking down a farmer’s market placed in the street in their favorite city to visit on vacation. Levi with his usual sour stoic expression acting like he’s not beaming with happiness while Eren and Len can’t stop giggling at pointing at stalls they want to visit. Len is immediately drawn into some stand selling homemade soaps, and Eren is utterly confused by the names. “What the fuck does watermelon lavender even smell like? THIS MAKES NO SENSE!” and Levi is like, “You’re an idiot. If she wants to buy it, let her.” “BUT IT MAKES NO SENSE—“ “LEN WILL BUY IT IF SHE PLEASES.” and Len is like 🧍🏻‍♀️ I just wanted to smell wtf

@ryukatters — I know you want me to pick Eren. you don’t even know I’m writing this and I can feel you screaming at me to pick Eren.

HOWEVER, I’M NOT GOING TO SHIP YOU WITH ANY EREN JUST WALKING DOWN THE STREET, I CARE ABOUT YOU TOO MUCH. so, SIMP EREN!!! wholesome SWEET Eren!!

I already wrote this, but Eren playing guitar by a bonfire on a beach with Kat. just the two of them as they goof around, utterly and completely in love with each other. Aries and Aries energy is so silly, so pure. (the fights I won’t get into but they’re stubborn af but just refer to feral on this one) just complete GOOFBALLS! Eren also buys matching hand cuff bracelets that say “partners in crime” because you’re really his best friend. he just loves you with his whole heart. BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS TROPE!!!

Eren is so sweet, but he’s especially sweet for you. he truly, utterly, and completely adores you. you’re his favorite girl, the only one in the world he sees. and he cannot wait to see you in that pretty white dress walking down the aisle one day. (he’s had the ring picked out from the second he met you)

@mochi-vulpine — my dear sweet Mochi. sweet, lovable, silly Mochi. evil laughter.

ONLY. and I mean ONLY, am I not shipping you with Erwin because I want to see you torture Levi. I want front row tickets to see you sabotage his tea stash, that toilet paper prank you told me about, EVERYTHING. enemies to lovers. I think you’d bring out the fun side of Levi, a playful innocence he was neglected of in his childhood. you’d make life fun, no matter how inconvenient your pranks would be. and he’ll never admit it, but he genuinely looks forward to see what you do next. if you skip a day, do absolutely no hi-jinx’s or shenanigans, Levi is so concerned and even disappointed. he’s checking everywhere — surely he had missed whatever you’d planned for him? when he discovers nothing, he’s high tailing it to come and find you. you’re just hanging out, in bed maybe drawing something.

“What’s wrong with you?” you’re so confused, “What are you talking about? I’m literally fine?” “Don’t lie to me.” “LEVI I’M LITERALLY JUST LAYING HERE WHAT’S YOUR DEAL?” and he gets all flustered, and he BLUSHES. “Nothing. Go back to what you were doing.”

“You missed me, didn’t you?” “Shut up.” “I hid your paperwork, you have 24 hours to find it, or else all the nails in your desk disappear.” “GOD FUCKING DAMMIT—“

@astridthevalkyrie — ngl, I’m really struggling to pick someone. just because you could fit so well with so many of the aot people. but, I just remembered you begging for a certain anon, and a few ideas popped into mind. so, I’m shipping you with Petra.

Astrid just genuinely cannot believe someone like Petra exists, you immediately fall in love with her courage, her innate glow of confidence. and the more you get to know her, you fall in love with her sweetness, she’s so nurturing and caring. her smile brightens her entire face, and you swoon. and she’s in the exact same state of mind.

because you are so SMART, so intelligent and have so many interests and hobbies. Petra will keep a list of them all, even if they don’t fancy her interest. she’ll ask questions, implore you to explain why exactly you love that color you do, why that’s your favorite animal. Petra will curl up in the couch with you, snuggle deep into the blankets, and watch whatever you have on the TV. even if it’s the 4th season of whatever, even if she’s never seen a single episode. she’ll gently poke your side, give you a confused look, and smile so big when you start explaining the backstory.

and while I think Petra is incredibly sweet and gentle, if someone ever dared to insinuate even a hint of disrespect towards you, they’d be laid out on the floor before they could even think about finishing their sentence.

@bagsyy — like there’s any other answer but Jean. perfect boyfriend Jean. he loves Cass, so much it scares him sometimes. he feels so safe, so secure with you. Cass is his HOME. the only person in the world he trusts enough to completely open up to, share his darkest thoughts and deepest feelings.

manifesting you and Jean laying side by side in bed together, connected by your intertwined hands as you just talk. as soon as he closes his mouth, you crack a joke to lighten to mood, and he just laughs. laughs harder than he ever has before, because you get him. you understand him, you see him. he never ever doubts your loyalty, your intentions. and you never doubt his.

true love. soul mates. twin flames. the kind of love your childlike self imagined when you were young and innocent. Jean is your Prince Charming.

@liashideout — Armin. Armin Armin Armin. he would find you so completely fascinating. asks to hear about every opinion you could possibly have. plans extravagant dates, maybe not in price but in sentimental value. you want to go out shopping? he’s taking you to the biggest shopping center he can find, even if it’s like a 2 hour drive. you want to go to the museum? good because he already bought tickets and planned the entire day down to your snack breaks. you just want to hang out at home and watch movies? he was already on his way over with your favorite ice cream, your favorite snacks, and has a takeout delivery in route to your house.

Armin the sweetest boy, Armin who wears his heart on his sleeve. he will support you 1000% in any single thing you do, and will go out of his way to make sure you accomplish your goals. and he’s so attentive. can figure out your mood in a split second, you almost think he can read your mind. YOU GUYS NEVER FIGHT BECAUSE OF THIS! argue or disagree, yes, but full on fighting? he’s too empathetic for that, and harsh words never go anywhere. he’s there to protect you, to guide you. to bask in your warmth and your smile. there are no bad days with him, and he makes it his mission to spend every moment with you like it’s his last.

#nonnie 🖤#ask gamez #cherieanswers #mootz 🖤

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ginger-grimm · 3 years ago

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Hello! I'm @oneirataxia-girl but you can just call me Alvita and I have you on my bingo card! So I've popped around on your blog and I noticed that you have a ton of TUA ocs! That's amazing! Can you tell me a bit about some of them?

Hey hi! Nice to meet you Alvita, my name is Anna! I'm glad you are interested. I have already answered for most of them in this post, however, I have a couple left that I haven't gotten to discuss so let me do that here!

We have DJ Doiley (who is Dilton Doiley from Riverdale, but my version is related to two of my Riverdale OCs, long story lol). Anyway, after graduating High School, DJ skips town with his cousin Benji and his friend Misty. They end up in The City where DJ is still reeling from his past when he is introduced to Jinx Hargreeves through Benji and the operation he works for. The two start having feelings for each other which are complicated by the impending end of the world. He is a part-time DJ while also attending college. DJ is sweet and soft-spoken but also troubled by a past in a town corrupted with crime and murder. He loves nature, science, playing board games. He's gay but didn't admit this to himself till his senior year in High School.

There is also Valentino DeJesus who is Rudolph's apprentice/confidant/honorary son. He was turned into a vampire in the 1920s and shortly afterward found and taken in by Rudolph. Valentino is eager to please and always tries to help which often bites him in the ass whenever he screws up. Most of the time Rudolph can look past his mistakes, but when Valentino turns Aiden into a vampire to try and cheer Rudolph up after he accidentally almost killed him, Rudolph gets so mad at him he kicks him out and only lets him back in when they realize the world is ending and they need to find a way to stop it. Valentino is kind and welcoming but also a bit of a troublemaker because he never truly thinks anything through.

Next, we have Sam Carter and Kyle Mori, who are Jinx Hargreeves and DJ Doiley's biological brother and half-brother respectively. Neither of them knew of the existence of their brothers until the almost end of the world and they travel to The City to get to know them. They also knew Misty's older sister Rain from their time at boarding school. Sam was born just over a year before Jinx and his mom never told him about the brother she gave away for adoption. He is a film student and is considering moving from NYC to The City to work with his old friend Kyle. Kyle was born to Daryl Doiley and an affair he had a couple of years before DJ was born and given up for adoption. He was raised in NYC but moved to The City in his early twenties to work on movie sets.

These are some of the ones I have as well. Valentino, Sam, and Kyle aren't totally developed but hopefully, I will get back into it soon!

#answered #thank you sm for your interest!

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honey-makki · 4 years ago

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A little birdie tells me you want to do some sort of alphabet, if so could I please request one for akaashi💖💖 (need some new daydreaming material).

A is for Adventure: something they haven’t done but have always wanted to

He really wants to ride on a motorcycle. He thinks the wind pressing against him and his clothes flapping around is the closest he could ever get to flying. That being said he TERRIFIED of having to drive a motorcycle and doesn’t know anyone with one. So for now he will live out his dream by just driving around with his windows perpetually down.

B is for Butterflies: How they act when they’re nervous

He is so polite. Quiet, clean and always uses honorifics even if he normally wouldn’t. He is essentially trying to shrink into himself and be forgotten about. He doesn't like to cause any problems so he cleans up after himself and excuses him as soon as it's appropriate. I don’t see him fidgeting, rather just being super stiff and looking down. He can maintain a conversation but it feels forced. If he's trying to push through it more than normal he can make conversation better, but he stutters (which in turn makes him blush) and then he's a little fidgety.

C is for Crush: what is it like when they have a crush? How do they know/act?

Follow up on the last part. He's gonna be nervous but he knows he needs to talk to them and make his presence known even if he is nervous. His hand is probably gonna be glued to the back of his head/neck. He might seem to be a shade or two darker when interacting with you but goddamnit is he gonna talk. Probably goes and reevaluates his life after you leave and like stands in the corner with his head against the wall (same)

D is for Date: describe an ideal date for them

He loves window shopping with you. He stays trapped inside for his job a lot and just going out able to stretch his legs is a relief, and if you are in tow it's infinitely better. He's the type of man who can make grocery shopping fun and a date. His favorite thing is walking with you to a nearby park for an afternoon picnic or just stargazing. You love to tease him that the stars are hard to see because of the city lights and he always gets embarrassed. He just loves laying with you in a comfortable silence so let it slide because let’s be real, you love it too

E is for Essential: what is one thing they could NEVER go without

Water bottle. He bought an expensive sturdy glass water bottle when he first entered college to both remind him to drink water to be hydrated (he gets killer migraines if he isn’t) and also to hopefully discourage him from buying coffee all the time. He is positive he would have drank himself to death either with a caffeine overdose or end of term celebrations without his trusty water bottle reminding him to drink some water.

F is for Favorite: a favorite anything- food, place, smell, book, etc.

His favorite thing in the whole world is a glass of fresh orange juice during the sunrise. Yes, he has a caffeine addiction, but he saves that for when he is fully starting his day. He loves to just take in the wonder of the world and life itself before he thinks about the actual day ahead. Looking at birds chirping or people starting their day and walking through the city while he's still in his frumpy pajamas and housecoat waking up slowly. It's the one thing he would never be able to give up in his routine. (if you made him switch to apple juice he could probably do it, but he wouldn’t be happy about it.)

G is for Giggle: how they laugh/what makes them laugh

His laugh is quiet. It almost sounds like he’s always trying to muffle it, and maybe he is, because on the rare occasion when you land a really good joke, or he’s just so exhausted, a deep, deep, hearty laugh echoes out of his gut. The sound doesn’t even look like it should come from him but the way his face flushes the most subtle shade of pink when he realizes how loud he was makes it all uniquely Keiji. You can’t get enough.

H is for Holding Hands: Do they like holding hands? Are their hands warm or cold? Pinky promises?

Cold, clammy hands. You theorize he might have anemia just based on how cold he runs and you can tell that he is self-conscious about his hands. He loves to hold your hands in theory but rarely initiates it because he thinks it must be a little gross since they are a little sweaty. He instead links a finger with yours when walking, pinkies held rather than full hands.

I is for Inside Joke: something they do that everyone thinks is funny but they don’t understand

Your freshman history class was the bane of your existence and subsequently, Akaashi’s since he helped you study and listened to you complain. After a very very long night, you both decided to take a nap before morning classes instead of pulling an all-nighter. In his exhausted state he said “goodnight, queen mary of scots” and promptly passed out. Now you both say farewell to each other as royalty. “See ya later, Princess Diana.” or “I brought you a glass of water, King George, good night!” No one else knows why and frankly it wasn’t even that funny but you don’t think you could stop if you wanted to at this point.

J is for Jinx: Are they Superstitious?

He isn’t superstitious but he also isn’t willing to push his luck. Like he doesn't believe in ghosts but he doesn’t do anything intentionally to upset them. He just doesn’t see the point in pushing his luck on something he thinks is so inconsequential. The most superstitious thing he does is just walking through his apartment every night checking all the windows/doors but that's mostly because he watches way too much true crime tv. He also is able to be convinced to play with an ouija board but only when he's trashed. Will NOT play one of the summoning games like bloody mary.

K is for Kiss: how do they kiss?

Keiji is an attentive kisser. He wasn’t bad at first and he wasn't good either. It was a pleasant but fairly neutral experience. Every time after was better and better as he saw what made you tick. He can lead but if you want to that’s fine too. If you want him to hold you close and steady or run his hands across your body, he can do both. He’s attentive and flexible, meeting your needs with ease once he learns your tells. His favorite is slow and sensual kissing in bed though when early morning kisses lingering just a touch too long.

L is for Love Language: what is their love language? How do they give and how would they like to receive love?

Akaashi is best at giving words of affirmation, but if you struggle to accept that he's going to immediately fall back into acts of service, because hey, actions speak louder than words right? He always sends you a motivational message before your tough labs or work shifts, reminding you of how strong and smart you are before an exam, or bringing you a coffee and pastry when you’ve been cooped up studying for hours on end. He doesn’t receive words of affirmation well but they mean the most to him, even if he won’t admit that he goes to sleep thinking about whatever pet name you called him earlier that day. You would guess that physical touch is his love language. He finds solace in knowing you are there. It doesn’t have to be a big touch, but he's significantly happier if you are both on the couch and your legs are on his lap, even if it leaves him in a more uncomfortable position.

M is for Meant to be: how/when they know someone is “the one”

You buy him his favorite book. That’s how the idea that you are the one really starts swimming around. You knew he had a favorite copy of his book, but when you saw this decorative hardback or signed copy you had to get it. Whenever he is working you bring him a black tea but a green tea when he's done. You know green tea is his favorite, but you don’t want him to start associating it with something stressful, so unless he requests it, you save it for the happier times. It's a simple thing, to know his two favorite teas, but to treat something so insignificant in this fashion makes him realize how he really can’t imagine his life without you anymore.

N is for Nickname: a nickname they would have or their favorite thing to be called

He loves being called traditional names. Dear, love, sweetheart. He calls you them as well but he likes to find ones that make you blush so he has a rotating cast of names that also include doll, princess, angel, sweet pea. His favorite one is beautiful. He once wrote you a poem about how the definition of beautiful has ever been changed by your kindness and care for the world, and since then whenever you hear that you know exactly what he is implying and you melt. He loves it.

O is for Organization: are they clean or messy?

Yes. common areas are pretty clean! Doesn’t like to vacuum often and can be a little slow on the dishes but he always has time set aside to do the cleaning. His room though…. Man, that shit is MESSY! But like the type of mess where you can’t see a single part of his desk but you can tell that he has it set up so he is getting the most out of every inch. His laundry is sometimes done but isn't on the floor, he just has two laundry baskets (one clean and one dirty) and *also* a separate chair that is definitely not there just so he can put semi-clean clothes there and is very much for sitting. Just as his cat who has claimed it as their own.

P is for Pet Peeve: What’s something they absolutely CAN’T stand?

Resistance to change or growth. He gets that it’s scary but does understand for the life of him the ability to find comfort in stagnation. He is always growing and learning and changing and being a better version of himself and the fact that some people are ok not doing that leaves him feeling weird. A good example of this is when people don't accept he didn't know something or were wrong in an argument. Being wrong or uninformed isn't a bad thing, but choosing to stay there is.

Q is for Quiet: What do they do for peace of mind

I think in high school he took up meditation before games and if stress is high they revert back to a long morning guided meditation and any small ones that they might need in the middle of the day to make him at ease. He also just goes out on his balcony or opens his window and just closes his eyes. The sound of the city and the smell of wet pavement intermingling with street food is a constant comfort and always manages to ground him

R is for Rainy Day: Do they like rain? What about storms? How would they spend a rainy day?

WET! PAVEMENT! SMELL! PETRICHOR!!!! If he had the option, he would be on his balcony with you, a green tea, and a book. Listening to the city bustle despite the sky’s resistance and finding respite from the rain in his book. The steaming green tea you brewed for the two of you bringing you just the touch of warmth you needed to be comfortable in the cooler weather. And you. He has everything he needs.

S is for Soft: Describe their softest feature

His skin is so soft. All of his skin, but ever since you made him take up a bare-bones skincare routine, it’s almost insulting how his skin is almost expelling a light radiant glow. Even when it’s marred by a pimple or his deep sleep circles, his skin is still soft, rivaling an angel. He doesn’t like you touching his face that much outside of the comfort of his bed and sleepy morning touches, but it’s ok because his arms are just as soft under your touch.

T is for Telephone: are they a talker or a texter? How often do they use their phone?

Keiji is one of those people who does actually like to talk on the phone. If he's just sending you an update on his eta or something simple he will text, but with his job, it's easier for him to just close his office door, put you on speaker, and continue working. Often it reminds you of how you would talk to each other on the phone every night in high school. Your animated conversations slowly squashed by sleep until you are left fighting off sleep just to spend another second with each other.

U is for Unique: a random quirk they have

He has to brush his teeth before and after breakfast. It stems from childhood not knowing if he would have time to eat every morning but still needing to have clean teeth. He’s probably never needed to see a dentist in his life because he also flosses every night. ok almost every night.

V is for Valentine: Are they the type to celebrate or not?

no but yes. He doesn’t believe in Valentine’s day and being forced to make grand gestures once a year. He believes you should show your partner love daily and do larger showings or dates when you feel personally inclined, not because of societal influence. He knows it’s a capitalistic scheme but if you would be upset by not doing something, he will make sure to make a nice home-cooked dinner (it's great but only because he’s been practicing all week and eating his bad first, second etc. tries) and get an expensive bottle of wine. He does want you to feel loved but he hopes you always feel like that. (if y’all decided to not celebrate he still does a big date around valentines though just to remind you how important you are to him)

W is for Wholesome: something extremely pure about them that makes you just *uwu*

He got y’all promise rings when you graduated high school. He had a whole speech about how he was 100% confident he was going to marry you but wants to have a steady income and life to support you before proposing. He wears his on his ring finger and plays with it absentmindedly while zoning out with a tiny smile on his lips. Yours is on a chain around your neck just long enough so it falls next to your heart. He always kisses it when he kisses down your body, a reminder his promise is still as true as ever.

X is for Xenia: How they would entertain a guest/show hospitality

He must have a sixth sense that someone is coming over because he always just happens to be brewing some tea or throwing a pot of coffee on. Even if you swing by randomly on your lunch break he’s always prepared. (And if he is coming to yours, he always brings two things at least. A bottle of water because he knows how easy it is to forget to hydrate, and one of your go-to beverages.) He also keeps his living room very homey and comforting with blankets, candles, and lamps. Just somewhere people don’t feel bad about intruding into. A comforting safe space.

Y is for Youth: A fond childhood memory they have

Akaashi always loved reading and knew people wrote books but he didn’t do too well at creative writing so he knew he couldn’t. He figured he would always be stuck doing the reading as a consumer and find a job as something else, but when someone else moved in next door when he was 8 it changed. This person was a publisher, and during a dinner, Akaashi’s parents invited them to, Akaashi ended up badgering them with any information they had about the writing world. That summer they opened up Akaashi’s eyes to the different types of jobs, in different genres and styles. Anytime he feels overwhelmed at work he thinks back to that summer where he learned that he could help writers with their works and make the experience of reading a book even better. His eyes were filled with stars then and they still are now.

Z is for Zzz: Sleep habits. Do they cuddle in their sleep? Talk? What do they dream about?

Akaashi needs to be either cradled up in someone’s arms or holding someone in his to fall asleep. He just gets so cold and having someone flush against him is what gets him to fall over the edge. You probably wake up with your head on his chest or legs still intertwined. He doesn't snore but is a very heavy breather. The only time you heard him snore was when he got pneumonia last year and he had the cutest tiniest snores you’d ever heard. He has dreams frequently but never remembers them. They are actually normally nightmares and when you see him crying your heart breaks but he's fairly unaffected other than a potential headache since he doesn't recall any of it. he has a secret dream journal for the tiny bits he does remember and he wants to write a series of spooky short stories one day with them as inspiration

a/n: @keijiskitten hope you also enjoy this. thanks for sprinting w me <333333333

#akaashi #scorpiosanssexy #akaashi keiji #akaashi.coffee #akaashi x reader #akaashi keji x reader #akaashi x you #akaashi keiji x you #requested.tea #requested.tea.sfw alphabet #moots.tea.scorpiosanssexy #tea.for.scorpiosanssexy

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darkdevasofdestruction · 6 years ago

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Hi I’m back at it again requesting bc Oof! That Kayn one shot was good! Can I get preferences or your choice of kayn, yasuo, sona and jinx waking up to their fem! S/o in the morning for the first time? Just lots of fluff please?

Aww I’m so happy that you liked it!! Thank you!!

Yasuo

Yasuo is an innocent fugitive haunted by his past and literally hunted by his own city of Ionia for a crime he never committed -

The crime of killing his own master.

Therefore, he only had training, getting stronger and finding the villain who framed him, to get revenge, clearly never even thinking of having a proper relationship.

That is, until he met his angelic girlfriend who came into his life like an innocent sunshine, brightening up his heart completely and filling it with love and affection.And for that, he is eternally grateful and he respects and protects her with his own life.

To be fair, he seems like the classic, traditional kind of man who goes by the rules so he’d take things VERY slow, not wanting to drive her away, but when she suggests having a sleepover, a movie marathon, he blushes slightly, eyes wide but nods nonetheless, the idea of a cuddle session being very much awaited.

That night was the best night he’s ever had, and his S/O was extremely giddy that she managed to make him laugh, which for him, is an extremely rare feat.They mostly just cuddled and watched whatever movies they decided, eating snacks and laughing at the jokes and side comments she kept saying, making him sometimes join in, much to her excitement and proceed to roast annoying characters here and there.

Thing is, he is used to staying up for a long time due to his old-warrior times and even now, with training and missions, but it was obvious that his girlfriend wasn’t used to staying up too much past her bed-time, especially after having had a stressful week, so she fell asleep in his arms with a smile on her face.

This lovely display made the man smile gently at the love of his life, brushing the hair from her face and planting a soft kiss of the top of her head, holding her close to his heart, thanking whatever Gods exist for this gift.

The next day he woke up to a soft kiss on his nose and an unusual tickle on his cheeks, which he found out was her hair brushing on his face.Seeing the bright grin and the sweet “Good morning, love” she greeted him with, he only closed his eyes and hugged her again, wanting to indulge in a lazy, warm morning with her, much to her amusement.

Sure, maybe it wasn’t so conventionally traditional for a young couple to spend their nights like that, but the love and happiness he felt during those house spent together with her, and even now, in the morning, made him realise that he truly wants to spend the rest of his life waking up to her, needing her like the world needs the sun rays.

Kayn

It wasn’t that this guy was too busy for a relationship, but like, “Who cares about relationships anyways when I have an annoying darkin weapon trying to take over my mind and I have so much work to do for Master Zed?”

Well, clearly, that changed when he met her, the only one who could ever change his mind and life views about love and people in general.Maybe they were all trash and he wanted to kill them all, but for that, she was definitely an exception.

However, it was difficult for him to actually learn how to be affectionate and overall the amazing boyfriend that he has the potential to be.Please bear with him, he’s learning and trying his best, poor soul.

With time, he learnt how to be comfortable with holding hands with her and even appreciate the warmth and emotion behind long hugs which, despite not wanting to admit, he absolutely adores.

One day, she called him over for a dinner date at her home (consisting of pizza, soda and lots of sweets), playing video games and binge-watching horror TV series, which are apparently his favourite.

Of course, after such a long time, on the floor carpet, leaning back on the couch with a warm blanket around them, she fell asleep with her head leaning on his shoulder, which he only realised a bit later, when he saw something really cool on TV and tried to tell her about it, really excited, only to find her sleeping peacefully.

With an amused breathe and a side-smile, he picked up up bridal style and put her on her bed, letting her rest for the night. The problem was…Before he could leave, she gripped his shirt, not letting him go, despite being asleep as it was.This only amused him further but accepted nonetheless, getting in bed next to her and holding her, being the big spoon. He loved hugging his girlfriend so much…So soft and warm.

The next day, as soon as he tried to fluttered his eyes open, he felt something on his face, which made him wrinkle his nose in annoyance, earning a soft, sweet giggle from the one who could only be his S/O, which brought him back to reality.

She was caressing his face and smiling up at him, her eyes twinkling with glee like stars in the sky.With the ghost of a sleepy smile on his face, he held her hand, kissing her knuckles then pulling her close in yet another cuddle, finally happy and content with the wise decision he made, to allow himself the arrogance to feel once again.

Jinx

Mhhhhhhhboyyyyyy she’s a hard one to deal with, mostly because out causing mayhem so much that she forgets about literally everything - Including the need to eat, for example.

But girl, let me tell you this, if you’re her type and you’re okay, accepting all her quirks, then she’s NEVER gonna leave you alone (even if you want her to).Nope.She’s like one of those affection leeches who jumps on you and latches on you with her arms and legs, not letting go and showering you with kisses and compliments.

Actually…I can’t see any downside, to be fair.

If you indulge in her mischief and help her out here and there, painting stuff, pulling pranks and whatever, your bond would sky rocket even more, since she’ll feel like you’re more than 10000% trustworthy and she’ll honestly tell you anything, especially all the juicy gossips from around - Yes, she knows them all.

So that’s how she and her girlfriend bonded, more or less, both of them having similar interests and accepting the other, no matter what weird things they’d do.

Getting Jinx to stay still isn’t an easy task, but if her girlfriend challenges her to some video games and she’ll go full-competitive on girlfriend, not letting her win. (Unless her girlfriend is like a Video Game boss, then she’ll get frustrated with her losing and will try even harder, until she beats her)

Which is exactly what happened one night when Jinx’s girlfriend asked her if she wanted to have a Mortal Kombat tournament and of course, she was up for the challenge!

The only this is…Jinx couldn’t win a single game for HOURS.Her girlfriend was just that amazing at Mortal Kombat!As she couldn’t even praise her skills because she was much too focused on beating her to even think about anything else.

Seeing how worked up Jinx got over not winning, her girlfriend grinned and let her win, trying not to make it obvious.Fortunately, Jinx was already jumping in the air of happiness to even consider the possibility of having been let to win - Nah, she was too excited to think.

Thing is…It only took her 5 minutes of partying to make her fall on the ground, dead asleep, which in turn, made her girlfriend blink in confusion and poke her face, only for her to lightly snore.

Trying not to die of laughter, she dragged Jinx on the carpet, got many pillows and blankets and set up a nice place for the both of them to sleep, all warm and comfy.

The next day, S/O woke up to the sound of a mischievous giggle and some boops on the nose and cheeks. S/O only opened one eye and grinned at Jinx, then pulled the blanket over both their heads and kissed her passionately on her lips.

Of course, this too turned into a kissing contest, getting Jinx to giggle like a maniac and pepper her girlfriend’s face with tons of kisses and playful lip bites.For some reason, Jinx was much happier than ever, and then she realised that it’s because she woke up next to her girlfriend, which had a huge positive impact on her.

10000% Would definitely do that again.

Maybe with less game defeats though.

Sona

Sweet, soft, mute girl deserves the best, please treat her well and she will play you any song you want with her etwahl.She’s generally rather she but very loving and affectionate towards girlfriend, going on board with most of her hobbies and passions that she has.

She likes gardening? Sona will be right next to her in the cutest gardening get-up, trying to take care of a little blue flower.She likes music? They can play together anything she wants, Sona learns songs really well and absolutely L O V E S hearing her girlfriend sing or play an instrument, no matter which it is.She likes video games?Sona will do her best to play with her if she needs a Player 2, and if she doesn’t and it’s a single-player one, she’d be happy to cuddle her and watch her play and beat the game.She likes reading? She will always gift her girlfriend books she says she wishes for or thinks she’d like, telepathically suggesting that they go out in a nice and quiet park or a little vintage cafe where they can enjoy reading together.

The first time Sona’s girlfriend spent the night at hers was for her birthday and damn, was it adorable.They spent the whole day together, nobody else disturbing them and her girlfriend even did her best to bake her a cute blueberry cake with some musical notes drawn on it and “Happy Birthday, Sona Sona was touched to tears and hugged her girlfriend tightly, not wanting to let her go, but hey, they had to eat cake!During the day, they talked about how her life with the League is, if she’s okay, about books and movies and everything they had in common, ending with them cuddled in bed, scented candles lit, low ambiental music in the background, hot beverages and a nice book that they both loved very much.

It didn’t take much for Sona to fall asleep in her girlfriend’s warm embrace with a sweet smile on her face, happy that she can actually feel so much love in her life after so many things happened to make her upset in the past.

The next day, Sona woke up to some light hair tugging which confused her, but turning around, she noticed her girlfriend greeting her good morning and trying to braid her hair.With a close-eyed smile, the bluenette went into a sitting position, telling her girlfriend to do what she wants with her hair.Hearing that, she only grinned and went behind her, making her lean back on her chest, hugging her and kissing her cheek, getting her slightly flush, but in glee nonetheless.

Sona’s hair is the best to braid and after S/O is done with it, Sona will look like one of those gorgeous fantasy elves or nymphs from their favourite books, and in turn, the bluenette loves doing the same with her girlfriend’s hair, pretending to be the Ultimate Ethereal Elf Couple.

Sona’s heart was close to bursting from happiness when she woke up and the first thing she saw was her girlfriend’s smile and honestly, she totally lives for it.She’d sooner or later suggest to move in together, just to get the opportunity to also see their peaceful sleeping face.

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agentmarymargaretskitz · 6 years ago

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(A while ago, @misscrazyfangirl321 prompted me to create this. Recently, I got a brainwave to write a little more of it and I’m just going for it after a kinda cruddy evening. Takes place in an alternate Season 2 where Mick never rejoined the team, Ray died at the Oculus, and Leonard lived)

Getting kidnapped by someone who looked like they walked right off a movie set for some futuristic sci-fi flick was unexpected. Of all the days she could have forgotten her pepper spray, it had to be on that day. Not that it would have helped with the helmet her kidnapper wore. She didn’t even stand a chance before he knocked her out.

When she woke up on the spaceship, handcuffed to a railing, Lily thought of all the stories she had read on the news about women who went missing. Fear that she would become some unsolved true crime story struck her soon after. If she was going to die, then she wanted to know why. She asked her kidnapper, and he told her.

At first, she didn’t want to believe that she wasn’t supposed to exist. Then Lily remembered the last time she’d seen her father, back when the aliens had invaded Central City. He had treated her as if he had never seen her before, and it had hurt. It made sense that he came from a timeline where she didn’t exist, encountered his past self, and said something that lead to her happening. He had been a huge part of her life, but she was just a stranger to him.

Offering to join forces with her kidnapper, this Chronos, was initially a play at survival. If she stayed out of time and worked to save history, then it was more time to live and plan out her next moves. Maybe she could even guarantee her existence if she did enough. But there was a bitterness inside her when she thought about how she was an aberration, a product of history not going the way it was supposed to.

If helping Chronos brought her face to face with her father, she was going to take the chance to ask him some questions about what had happened that brought her into existence.

Striking the deal with Lily Stein to let her live and work with him to stop the Legends from the mess they were making of history turned out to be one of his better ideas. There was plenty of Haircut in her with her determination and intellect, not to mention a relatively sunny attitude. She picked up information about dealing with the timeline quickly and made herself useful in how to rectify damage that had been dealt to a time period. Chronos figured she was probably only working with him to survive, but keeping her alive was a means to an end.

But he didn’t mind having her on the ship with him. He was usually a lone wolf, yet he got along with her. Somehow, Lily (or Junior, as he’d nicknamed her) found a chink in his armor to befriend him. More of Mick Rory started to come back in to mix with the bounty hunter persona of Chronos. The strange part about it was he didn’t mind it happening at all.

When his ship landed in the same time period as the Legends, he ordered Junior to stay put and monitor from inside the ship. It ended up being a good move when he encountered the Legends. A fight broke out, ending with Snart and one of the new members, Amaya Jiwe, kicking his ass. As the Legends dragged him back to the Waverider, he spat a remark about how it was their fault for creating the aberrations in time, that they lacked precision in their correction. To his surprise, Stein was the one who responded.

“We had to destroy the Time Masters, even if they were keeping these aberrations in check. But we intend to fix them.”

The professor didn’t even know his own daughter was listening through the damn comm in his helmet. Hell, even Mick didn’t think she was listening until he heard it click off. The kid raised an eyebrow at the professor once he said that, but his rectification of ‘almost all of them’ was missed when Junior stopped listening. Moments later, his ship flew overhead and weapons were fired at the Legends. In the chaos, Mick made his escape to his ship and took over the controls to pilot them somewhere they could regroup.

After that aberration is corrected, a change occurred in Junior. She became colder and sharper. Her positive attitude diminished nearly completely. Eventually, she wanted to be be trained to fight, claiming she was sick and tired of being stuck on the ship monitoring and planning. Mick suspected she was starting to want to seek some kind of revenge on the Legends. Still, he started to teach her what he knew. If she got good enough, then she could have his back when they inevitably fought the Legends again.

“We’ve got bad news.”

“How bad?” Sara sighed as she and Nate wandered past another shack on the plains. The latest aberration was located in Oklahoma 1934. Dust storms were supposed to be ravaging the Great Plains, except history now said they didn’t. Something had affected the soil so it didn’t become...well, dust. They figured it was something from the future, like the virus that had caused a zombie outbreak in the Civil War.

Things had gotten worse in the past few months. Not only did they have Mick coming after them constantly for revenge, but a new group of enemies had showed up. When the Legends did find Rip in the sixties, this new Legion of Doom had snatched him away and brainwashed him to work with them. To top it all off, Stein’s suggestion of having his daughter help connect the amulet with the Waverider was derailed when they returned to 2017 to learn she had gone missing.

“Not only did Gideon pick up speedster activity,” Leonard’s voice floated through the comms. “But she also picked up another timeship close by. So Mick’s here to try and fix this problem now too, not to mention try and kill us again.”

“Fantastic,” Sara groaned, pinching her nose.

“Hey, we might not run into them?” Nate offered as the brush on their path became a little greener.

“Don’t say that,” Sara muttered. Not only would he jinx them, but it reminded her too much of something Ray might say. It had been months since he’d given his life at the Oculus. Nate was similar to their departed teammate in a lot of ways, and Sara could only imagine how well those two would have gotten along.

“We just need to find what’s causing this and get out of here before we cross one of them again,” Jax said.

“Yeah,” Sara stopped as she saw the grass actually looking greener on the other side of a fence. “We might have found it.”

She got herself over the fence, following the green towards a small shack. Nate followed her, steeling up. Pushing the door open, they were met with a strange silvery contraption with three prongs buried in the ground. A tube above the prongs glowed leaf green.

Half the work was done. “Len, we found-”

A clang rung out behind her. Whirling around, she saw Nate’s hand in front of her face. Beyond that, there was a familiar figure in a suit of armor, rifle in hand. Sara inhaled quickly, realizing how close she was to getting shot in the head. But she was still alive and was going to fight her way out of here if she had to.

“Get that out of the ground,” she ordered Nate. “Len, Amaya, get the Waverider here now. Stein, Jax, I need back-up.”

Sara flicked out her batons and formed her staff. She managed to keep Mick distracted for long enough until the Waverider hovered above them. Firestorm came out first, followed by Leonard and Amaya. The latter went over to help Nate while Leonard took a place beside Sara and Firestorm to hold off Chronos until Nate and Amaya could get the thing out of the ground. For a while, it looked like they could pull it off.

“Give it up, Mick!” Leonard shouted as he froze Mick’s rifle. “There’s something worse out there that is an actual threat to reality!”

“I know about the Legion,” Mick’s voice rumbled from inside. “We intend to make sure they get what’s coming to them next.”

Jax frowned. “We?”

“I brought a friend.”

Behind them, Nate shouted out. Those fighting Mick turned to see him and Amaya lying on the ground. Between them was a figure picking up the pronged device. They were dressed in armor like Chronos, but the helmet and design were different. The figure tilted their head at them all for a moment.

“Hello, Legends,” a modulated female voice regarded. “I’ve been waiting quite a while to meet you.”

She threw something into the air. Sara didn’t see what it was before a blinding flash exploded from it. A second later, she felt her consciousness slip away.

With the Legends all unconscious, Mick summoned his timeship and took hold of the device they’d found. He’d seen it in the Vanishing Point before. Apparently it was used in the 22nd century to cultivate sustainable life in areas plagued by drought. Now that they had it, the plains would deteriorate to the state they should be in, the dust storms could ravage the people trying to make a living there, and Steinbeck would write the Grapes of Wrath.

“You did good back there,” he muttered as he piloted the ship into the temporal zone while his companion undid her mask.

“I did say I would help you,” Lily reminded him, brushing some dust from the lenses of the mask. “So, this Legion of Doom...do we have a plan?”

#legends of tomorrow #mick rory #lily stein #au #martin stein #team legends #kate does shit #i do not know what compelled me to write this #mily

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jyuanka · 7 years ago

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Going Rogue

Based on the prompt: “Can I hold your hand?”

This one goes out to @murderxbaby, who suggested this excellent pair to me, and for the ensuing conversation we had about them. I hope I captured their spirits.

(The fic on AO3)

When the hum of the car engine finally ceased, the two were in a state of simultaneous exhilaration and apprehension that turning their head to gaze at the other had become a difficult task. Two pairs of wide eyes stared ahead, flickers of light, millions of them, reflecting on mesmerized pupils.

“This is the most fun I’ve had in years.” Neon breathed out, chest heaving, a grin creeping slowly across her face.

“Miss Nostrade, you’re going to get in trouble and make me lose my job.” Amane let out an exasperated sigh, still sitting upright in the passenger seat, and finally decided to turn her head to look at the young woman sitting next to her.

Neon disregarded her worried remark and flipped around in her seat to check if any of her dad’s henchmen were still in pursuit. It wasn’t easy to drive up a mountain, not at the speed she was driving at, not in their cars, or in their numbers.

A loud, victorious laughter burst out of her chest. “I bet they’re shitting their pants right now.” she glanced at Amane, a wicked grin splitting her face. “We’re rogue!”

Amane didn’t need to look behind her to know that none of their pursuers had managed to catch up. They were so high up on Mt. Gregor she could sense no other presence except theirs, yet she still resisted the urge to yell at the girl next to her.

“I’m not sure going rogue helps our case at all, Miss Nostrade.”

Neon flipped her head in bemusement. “What are you even talking about? That was fun!” she waited for a reaction that never came. “No?”

“No!”

Neon groaned. “Amane you’re my partner in crime, you’ve passed the test! I drove at that insane speed and you showed no fear!”

Amane scowled. “I’m not your partner in crime. None of that would matter anyway if we got in trouble.”

A dismissive wave of the hand. “Oh please, those idiots can’t do shit if I don’t want it.”

“That isn’t true.” Amane replied, resenting the way she felt responsible for this girl, the way she needed to state the truth for her. “It isn’t like before, you know that.”

Neon stared with perplexed eyes. “That isn’t for you to decide.”

Amane held her ground. “I’m only stating what you already know.”

The puzzlement in Neon’s eyes turned into scorn. “Fuck you.” she said, but it was weightless, devoid of any spirit, a reply for the sake of replying.

The redheaded girl existed the car and banged the door close behind her, as if to add belated force to her curse, but Amane remained unperturbed, finding comfort in the silence and warmth of the car after the sudden, zealous swish of the wind that whipped her face with the opening of the door.

Amane observed Neon as she walked outside on the dirt with her flimsy sandals, her dyed hair bellowing around her, gradually shrinking on herself as the cold crept to her bare arms and legs. She continued marching farther away from the car, her bright figure, screaming red and loud pinks and pastel yellows, swayed in juxtaposition against the darkness of the sky sprawled around her, against the warm dots of color mapping the city under her feet, the car’s headlights behind her stretching her shadow, merging it with the dirt and rocks she treaded upon with shivering legs.

In that moment, the two of them seemed to inhabit similar worlds.

Amane did not seek this job in search of human connection. The untimely death of her grandmother, Canary’s bizarre, brazen decision to resign, had caused a sizable corner of her heart to wilt, abruptly, unceremoniously, like it had always been waiting for something to happen. Whatever was holding her upright had snapped; it left her feeling lonelier than ever, betrayed, and lost without someone to guide her steps.

She had turned into an adult in the span of a month, and did not know what to make of it. She fumbled for a long time, remained a butler at the Zoldyck mansion, then couldn’t handle the heavy absence of all those whom she loved anymore, and took Canary’s advice, despite every bone in her body tingling with fear, to leave as well. Canary had offered that advice like an offhand suggestion, in that tone, laced with knowledge that Amane will never be brave enough to make such a decision. For a long time, she had believed that. Maybe what propelled her to resign was not bravery, but fear, and she reveled in the comfort brought on by the thought that such was the case with Canary, too.

Did the distinction matter? She didn’t know anymore, and at this point, it hardly made a difference.

Her eyes followed the other girl as she inched closer to the edge of a cliff, the wind beating violently around her, and for a second, Amane’s heart dropped, and she exited the car in haste.

“Miss Nostrade! Please don’t throw yourself off the cliff!”

Neon slowly turned around, nose upturned. “What the fuck? Of course I won’t throw myself off are you stupid?” she huffed. “I’m too young and pretty to die.”

Amane sighed, more relieved than she thought she’d be. Now that her heart calmed down, she felt the freezing air and the sharp winds, so she tightened her blazer around, closed the car’s door and walked towards the dismayed girl. She stood beside Neon, and shared with her the sight of Yorkshin spread before them like something out of a dream.

Neon snickered and poked her in the ribs. “You were worried about me~”

Amane squared her shoulders, resolving to look straight ahead and avoid the embarrassment of meeting the verve in the girl’s dark blue eyes. “I’m your bodyguard, your death wouldn’t do me any favors.”

Neon huffed in displeasure, crossing her arms in an attempt to ward off the sudden gust of wind that threatened to knock her off.

Amane took off her blazer and was about to drape it over the other girl’s shoulders but was rebuked with an angry slap of Neon’s hand. “I don’t want it.”

“Just take it.” Amane insisted. “It’s very cold, you’ll get sick.”

Neon scowled. “Stop doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“This!” Neon yelled, jabbing her chin at the offered blazer. “This fake niceness, I don’t like it. I know your type, I’ve lived my entire life with people like you. Just say if you want a promotion or something.”

At that, Amane was truly offended. “That’s not it!” she said, pulling the blazer close to her. “That never even crossed my mind!”

The two young women stared at each other with matching scowls, neither really intimidating the other, both hoping the other would see some kind of concealed truth, sharing a vague suspicion that it was never conflict they wanted.

“Give it.” Neon whispered.

“Excuse me?”

“Give me the fucking jacket I’m freaking cold!”

“Yes!”

The blazer was aggressively wrenched from her hands and secured tightly around Neon.

After a moment of silence, Neon sighed in mock exasperation. “Can I hold your hand?”

Amane’s eyes widened in surprise. “Why?”

“See, I’ve read in a magazine that if you’re standing on the highest point of any place on earth, you should hold someone’s hand and make a wish.”

“I’ve never heard of such a thing.” Amane admitted. “Is it like a tradition?”

Neon snorted. “Tradition? No you simpleton, it was first done by actress Siwan Nolland three decades ago, so well—I guess you could call it a tradition, but not like those traditions traditions, you know?” she stuck out her tongue. “Yorkshin has no traditions and no culture, it’s the home of the homeless, the city where religions rise and die!”

Amane squinted. “Where did you read that?”

Neon turned her gaze away. “In the same magazine.” she then looked back at her companion. “So! Are you going to give me your hand or not? I’d rather do it by myself but the author of the article cautioned against it.”

“Well, if that’s the case.” Amane said, offering her hand.

Neon took her hand, closed her eyes then opened them again to look at Amane. “You make a wish too, it goes both ways.”

“Okay.”

A long moment passed as the two girls closed their eyes, and heard voices in their heads that uttered the wish of each, voices that were familiar, but didn’t belong to them.

Neon cracked her eyes open. “You’re done?”

Amane nodded. “Yes I was waiting for you to finish.”

“I wished five minutes ago.”

“Oh.” Amane withdrew her hand, and self-consciously tucked it behind her back, feeling the sudden lack of warmth that zipped through her fingers. “So, uh, what did you wish for?” she asked, pretending to look at a particularly bright spot in the city below.

“I can’t tell you, it jinxes the wish.” Neon affirmed, wagging an authoritative finger between them. “Your wish will come true but in a bad way.”

“I see.” Amane said. “Well, I was going to tell you my wish.”

Neon smiled. “Really? What is it?”

“I can’t tell you, it jinxes the wish.”

Neon groaned, but a wicked twinkle passed her eyes. “Look, if you drive us to the villa without being captured, I’ll tell you what my wish was.” she stared at Amane with a challenging look. “Can you do that?”

Amane’s curiosity sidelined her judgement, and she replied with an assertive nod. “Yes I can.”

“How fast do you go?”

Amane offered a proud smile, feeling her shoulders grow broader and her caution fizzling away. “Pretty fast, I strongly advice you hold on to your skin.”

Neon leaned closer, her eyes sharp and excited. “Impress me.”

The two ran back to the car, exchanging places this time. Amane started the engine, maneuvering the car around, her experience guiding her decisions on the tricky terrain.

“Come on!” Neon laughed. “If one of them jumps at us just mow him down.”

Amane muttered in disbelief under her breath, shifting her eyes from the rearview mirror to her companion. “Are you certain that revealing the wish won’t jinx it?” she inquired, one part of her mind worried about ruining her wish, the other working with her nen in search of any potential pursuers.

“You don’t believe in this shit, do you?”

Neon scoffed as dust gathered around the speeding car.

“It’s just some bullshit in a magazine.”

#hxh #hxh fic #i really enjoyed writing this i wanna write more of them!#neomane #amaneon #tumblr ficcing

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redlemonz · 7 years ago

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Day #7

A weird, partly-lonely sort of vulnerable touch against my soul. This would've been the last time I woke up beside her a week ago, on sick-day Monday. The beginning of the end as the reality struck in; I even messaged my boss it being the honest reason for not coming in that day to work, as if to ensure I am beginning to face my consequences from the very start. The best and worst part at the same time is that she stayed in bed with, and for me. Sick-day Monday became our day rather than mine, once again. Another open representation of something serious she actually did and gave up in order to be with me, and I only found the gratitude because I saw it first hand. I chose to be ignorant of this factor in the past, where I know there's been many a occasion where she's made other sacrifices for me, though just due to my own blindness, and her humble, natural way & unwillingness to actually shove her display of effort in my face, my insecurities formed. I'd constantly blame her for not making enough effort & essentially I'd feel incredibly unwanted as a result - but looking back at it now, yet again, I was a ridiculous idiot. She did make the effort, yet all I kept doing was asking and pushing her to prove her loyalty to me in the relationship, by informing her everything she's doing wrong. So yes, no wonder it would be one of the contributing reasons that she left, was finally exhausted and had enough of this immature behaviour. My insecurities are not a valid enough excuse (and nothing really is, in addition to that) for the way I end up choosing to treat her, and for making her feel like she's not putting in the work and time for me. I didn't see it properly then, but it was a rather fucking low and evil side of me - an eye for an eye essentially, as I ended up behaving in a mannerism that would cause her to feel like she was not doing anything to help this relationship. Which is why I do say now that this whole relationship falling apart was on me. I kept pushing and tugging at her until she finally snapped & figured out she that had been putting up with this for far too long than she deserved. She dedicated so much time and love to me that went by unrecognised.. until it was too late, simply because I was so fixated on the idea that it had to be communicated to be real, and therefore undermined her personality and us as a whole. I attempted to indirectly alter the person I fell in love with to begin with - which is my genuinely significant crime in this regard. She's been nothing short of almost perfect to me, by simply being herself, and along the lines I decided that it wasn't good enough for me & kept asking her to do things to make it all better. Horrific temporary solution obviously, and a mockery to her, considering her brain is twice the size of mine. Her actions always spoke louder than her words, and though I always understood that to an extent, it was never generally sufficient as my greedy soul constantly wished for further recognition. She gave me all the love, care, kindness and friendship that I didn't deserve, and I still took it all for granted. That's not the worst part, believe it or not. The fact that I was so self absorbed and couldn't actually listen to her is what kills me upon reflection. She tried to speak out and I had every opportunity to resolve my personal fuckery but I made things worse and worse over time. I want to take it all back. I wish I could so fucking badly. But hey, that's the way the story goes, right? I wouldn't give me a second chance, let alone what would be the 100th probably given everything she's been through. What a selfish and maniacally twisted human being I was to treat her in that manner at all. She was always so clear to me, and didn't even understand what was wrong - which looking at it now, was nothing but myself. I am an idiot, and I lost the best thing that ever happened to me. She made me feel alive, and gave me a life of wonders that I didn't know existed, to have and be so happy within, and in return I held her down and limited her. What amazes me further is that she's still trying to be my friend & keep me in her life, though I am the ruined and trouble-making asshole of a soul who's caused her enough pain and strife that was never necessary. I'm sorry I failed us, and that it's too late to finally open my eyes. That it took you leaving, for it all to be finally clear. Not knowing what you had until it's gone is an absolute understatement that can't be captured in words enough. I want to go back. Relive our last day over and over, for I love you so much, and wish to finally show you.. I truly do understand. But I can't - the last straw's already been drawn, and you've crossed that bridge without looking back into the shadows from where I kept you. Day 7 - the pit of regrets Brand new week at work. Busy as heck, lots to do. Trying to construct a barrier to surround my mind which won't let the stress seep in.. relaxing, breathing, keeping calm. But the problem also with that barrier, is that my disgruntled thoughts keep reproducing specimens of further crazy, anxious sub thoughts.. for which there's no room. My minds overloading and feeling as though I'm ready to just explode like a cloud full of rain. I suppose that's just an ongoing cycle that has to be, right? Either way, it's a lose-lose situation, and I can't do much about it. Instead, I probably messed it up further again through jeopardising my current positive standings with her. The mission from yesterday has come to fruition, as I took the unfortunate leap that I was afraid to, after debating back and forth a million times with myself in knowing that it's probably a horrific idea - but it's just in my nature to consistently fuck up like this. I even had the assistance of local homie with this mission as aforementioned in day #6.. and I can't use that as an excuse or reasoning for clarification upon my actions. I did this, and I chose to write her address on that postal bag and send it away. I've defied her again - she specifically stated for me to "stop having my fun" after the incident on day #1 with regards to flowers, chocolate and crappy balloon. It's already mortified her and made her feel more stuck than before in this hold, and my word to not do it again means nothing now. Even whilst writing this, I've caused my own heart to unnecessarily race as this - I'm realising in my somewhat hasty and messed up actions that this could be an even bigger mistake and that I'm just a twisted, emotionally manipulative asshole. The only true argument I can offer, is that I truly don't see it as a big deal - it's an extremely simple act of friendship and love without any romantic gesture involved -and is relevant & based on our conversation. My simplistic self genuinely thought as much as - hey, this whole idea could be fun and adventurous, and I'll make a day of it, and with her inspiration, I'll get out and live. So because she was in my heart guiding me on this little spontaneous journey (that's always been the beauty of her style), and as a tribute to our conversation that morning where she noted how she missed this city and the convenience to get to so many beautiful and variable locations, my mission was clear. So I simply provided her with some costless memorabilia from the city that's currently experiencing a highly barren downturn of liveliness with her noticeable absence. Yet again, I have kind intentions however perception, along with my history of bad luck (let's just continue to jinx myself even further than is required with the probable outcome anyway) is likely to be a bitch. Just like me. For going through with this, and breaking my word instead of just giving her space - literally the one apparent thing she's wanted holy shit what in the fuck is wrong with me! I have no grounds to complain. These are once again my own shitty decisions made, and I believe I've just portrayed a prime example of my construed behaviour that I spent forever rambling on about - the fact that I don't listen to her. No wonder I continue to fail her. I need to learn to stop thinking about what could be a nice thing to do and taking it upon myself, and just listen to her. Fuck. Okay so the least I can do is inform her of this in advance.. and face the consequences head on. It's time to start being the man who takes responsibility for his actions and faces the consequences once more. The man she's taught me to be. Courage in tact, I'll tell her to expect something in advance later this evening.. she's gonna hate me isn't she? Likely result. Maybe it'll be for the best, sigh. Why do I ruin everything good by pushing and forcing things to get better. I just don't understand he concept of time passing as well as others because it's just so damn valuable in this short life, which could come to a halt at any unexpected (or planned - no, stay away from those ideas) moment. But I can only hope that my somewhat sensitive thought of this memorabilia to her can still bring even the lightest smile to her face. My heart's most certainly racing against me right now. Probably won't help that I'm attending a coffee tasting session early evening, whoops. As I leave the tasting session, I get straight into it & messaged her- high as a kite after 3 cups of fresh caramel coffee. I'm still feeling the effects now so I'm not too sure if I'll actually be getting any sleep tonight.. at least tonight will be for better reasons though. I digress - the thing went.. well. I was honest and open & got straight to the point basically, and it was much better than I expected. Hurrah!! The worst of it was getting some salty bitmojis - which was supposedly also an opportunistic moment for her to utilise them due to being a way too nice & polite person on a regular basis. Even now. But no woe is me - it made my evening to have a small chat with her again. Though I'm gone, I'm not being forgotten. Positive vibes for sure - and I can definitely use that as a reason to smile. What is even happening though - I don't deserve any of this niceness at all. Oh dear, it's happening - I feel as though I should be hurting more or being punished & going as insane as prior days.. but I'm not. My mind is once again telling me that I'm a piece of shit who shouldn't be feeling good about myself or anything, because I'm a bad and selfish human being.. which I am constantly displaying on a regular basis. One massive hypocritical fuck who's got good intentions but won't listen to the ways in which he can actually cause goodness to flow. Reminds me of our debate regarding human beings and their flaws, at their core of their creation, which in turn identify them as that very species. We really do overthink and over complicate life's simplicities often - especially when it comes to interacting with each other.. miscommunication, misunderstanding and misperceptions probably cause most of the world's general issues. She said to me the other day actually, which impressed the heck out of me (shocking, I know - this whole damn thing is pretty much a shrine for her by now, isn't it) that she tries to this beautiful human who acts as if she were a deaf man - in terms of not being influenced or manipulated by other's judgements, perception and ideas. And she's right - she doesn't even have to try very much at all, as it is an inbuilt virtue which is incredibly natural in the same instance, more so than the majority of people - that she can actually think for herself. Her own ideas, principles and judgements - she's the sheep who takes her own path contrary to what the rest of the herd does. Logical, factual, intellectual - the attractiveness is through the barnyard roof when someone doesn't participate in the Chinese whispers of society and people. It really is so much more refreshing to connect with someone on that particular level. No wonder she's so special, more so to me than in a romantic or friendly way necessarily - but as a human soul, which shines bright and captures my soul. But also, she's not that bad on the eyes either. Okay, she's awesome. And she's also supposedly a culinary master chef tonight, whipping up some fish with white wine. What a lady. It's been one week now.. and though I miss our wonderful weekend (+sick day monday) together - I'm still delighted about our unique bond that we share being in tact. Also I have another coffee tasting session tomorrow.

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