#I went on a bit of a tangent hope you don’t mind

[hayatoseyepatch]

Sam!!! Please feel better soon I’m sending you all the love and health i can 💜💖😤 one of my self-friendships has gotta be me and Sako. He goes shopping and to cafes with me and we literally just sit there steeping in each other’s company doing our own thing. Every so often ill flip my phone over to him to read a post or watch a tiktok that’s got him almost choking on his macchiato tho

MARI HI 😫💖💖 I’m dying I fear (no I’m just a big baby who can’t handle being sick) thank you for being so sweet 🥹💖 Gotta have Suo make me some tea for this throat lol

But yes yes yes I can see you both being such besties. The best friend coffee dates are a must. He also teases you about Ume I can feel it in my soul.

“So Mari, when are you gonna stop staring at the guy and tell him how you feel? He’s oblivious, you’re gonna have to be the one to say it. Honestly, you could have e picked anyone..”

Deep down he’s a wee bit scared he’ll lose another person to Ume’s charisma. He’s a bit bitter but extremely protective. He just wants the best for you and he hates to admit it but he knows no one will treat you better than Umemiya.

Just so long as he gets to have his best friend time with you. He usually rolls his eyes or pretends to not care but he’s internally cracking up at those TikToks. You’re such an important person to him and he just doesn’t want anything to change.

[moonstruckme]

hiii!! i love your writing so much i think i’ve read every single thing you’ve ever posted. i’m genuinely obsessed 🫶🫶 i was wondering if you could write something where the reader and remus have been dating/talking for a little while and she hasn’t had her first kiss yet and she starts to get nervous everytime she thinks he’s abt to kiss her and she runs away?? i’m ngl this is based off of very real events in my life 😭😭

i love you so much!! hope your doing amazing

Hi gorgeous, thanks so much! This is soooo relatable of you haha, I have a library of hilarious stories about my very hyper friend who kept literally springing away from guys she liked who were trying to kiss her, but it does make for some very interesting (and often very sweet) conversations!

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

On your first official date with Remus, the two of you went to a drive-in movie. You kept your seatbelt on the entire time. 

You only realized halfway through, mentally kicking yourself for being so jittery you’d lost all sense of normalcy, but by then it felt too late. It’d be awkward to take it off halfway through the movie, try to play that off as casual. You’d made your bed. You didn’t unbuckle until Remus dropped you off at your house at the end of the night. 

On your second date, you’re determined to be less uptight. You want him to know that you really do like him, even if your nerves make you jump and flinch whenever he gets close. At the Italian restaurant, it’s difficult to find a pasta dish without garlic, but you manage it. You’re a girl with an agenda. The two of you split a chocolate cake for dessert. It’s delicious, probably, though you can’t focus on much besides Remus’ story and the way his mouth moves as he tells it. How he tucks one corner of his bottom lip between his teeth when he’s trying to hide a smile. 

You have to hope belatedly that you haven’t somehow smeared chocolate all over your face while eating. You’re not at all confident you would’ve noticed. 

It’s a short walk back to your place, and you manage to jabber the whole way, a masterclass in self-sabotage. Remus doesn’t seem to mind, his hand light and cordial on your back as he guides you up the steps to your door. You savor the touch. It takes every ounce of willpower you have not to spring away. 

“It sounds really interesting,” he says graciously as you finish your tangent about the book you’ve just read. “I’ll have to pick up a copy.” 

“I can lend you mine,” you offer. “Maybe I can bring it the next time we hang out?” Your voice tips up hopefully at the end of the question, and warmth touches your cheeks. 

A similar pinkening spreads across Remus’ freckles. He smiles at you, the scar across his lip stretching. You’re spellbound. 

“Yeah, that sounds great.” You might be imagining it, but you could swear his eyes flit to your lips. “I had a great time tonight,” he says. “I really like talking to you.” 

Your voice is soft. “I like talking to you, too.” 

He takes a step towards you, and it’s like your muscles stage a coup. You take an involuntary step backward, a smile plastering itself uncomfortably on your face. 

“Thanks for everything,” you say brightly. “Goodnight!”

You spin and go for the door handle, and you’re nearly inside before you hear Remus’ quiet “Wait.” 

You turn. Lead in your bones. 

Remus is holding his palms up as if to show you he’s got no weapon. 

“Sorry,” he says, “I just wanted to…you know I’d never do anything you didn’t want me to, right?” 

You’re frozen stiff. 

“Like, even if I thought there was a chance you didn’t want to, I would never…” He shakes his head, looking lost. Guilt settles like a stone in your gut. “I guess I’m a bit confused. If you don’t want to do anything, that’s completely fine, but sometimes it seems like you want me to kiss you, and then you don’t…” 

“Rem,” you say. You feel like you’re breathing through a straw. “Remus, I’m so sorry.” 

“Don’t be sorry, sweetheart, it’s not your fault—” 

“No, it is. It’s not—I don’t want you to think I’m scared of you or anything. I’m not, it’s just, I get skittish.” You can’t make yourself look at his eyes, your gaze stuck just shy of his chin. Your face feels aflame. “It’s not you. I’m just nervous.” 

“Oh.” It’s a soft thing, more exhale than anything. Then his fingers curl under your chin, tipping your face up. “Well, you can relax, love. I was never going to make a move unless I got a clear signal from you first. But we can just take that off the table completely, if you’d like.” He gives you a small, gentle smile. “I only want you to feel comfortable.” 

Your heart zings right up into your throat. “I do feel comfortable,” you blurt. “I don’t want it off the table.” 

Remus’ eyebrows flick upwards. “You don’t?” 

“No,” you murmur, bashful. 

His eyebrows come slowly back down, puckering slightly as he tries to figure you out. His eyes narrow until his lashes kiss. His tongue pokes into his cheek, just a little. You miss nothing. You find yourself taking in a quiet breath, steeling yourself. 

You move across that tiny bit of air between you and find him there waiting.

It’s everything you could’ve hoped for and yet startlingly simple. Remus’ lips are warm and soft, pressing into yours with an intensity that you suspect is nonetheless restrained for your benefit. He tastes like chocolate cake. 

His mouth meanders over to the corner of your lips, granting one quick peck to your cheek before making its way back to the center of your mouth, reverent. He backs away slowly, easing you out of it. 

“Wasn’t really expecting that,” he admits.

“Me neither. Was it alright?” Your voice is a bit breathy. “I’ve never done that before.” 

For a moment, he’s quiet. 

“That was your first kiss?” 

You swallow, rubbing your lips together as you nod. 

“Sweetheart,” he grins, “you’re a natural.” 

A giggle spurts out of you, dizzy with the taste of him and the novelty of it all. “You mean it?” 

“I wouldn’t lie to you.” He mimes drawing a cross over his heart. It occurs to you that you both seem infinitely more at ease than you have since dinner. The corner of Remus’ bottom lip goes between his teeth, his cheek dimpling. “I mean, there is something to be said for practice, though.” 

You don’t fight your own grin; it comes out in full force. “Mm, I think I’ve heard something about that. Practice makes…defective, right? Something like that.” 

“C’mere.” Remus rolls his eyes at you, but as his arms wrap around you his smile mirrors yours. 

[amazingmsme]

No Harm, No Foul

AN: this got longer that I was expecting tbh, but I just couldn’t help myself! This one was so fun & playful to write, all the voices & the narrator are so silly, I love them so much! This game has such a grip on me, & there’s literally no fluffy fics for all that angst!

This is set during the prisoner arc, but that’s not really relevant, just provides a setting & some context. This is formatted a lil different from my other fics, as it’s written in second person to match the game’s style but to be clear, I still don’t write reader inserts & because of all the voices, I’m adding a color chart to help you know which voice is speaking, even if it’s not specified

Hero- red

Skeptic- blue

Smitten- pink

Contrarian- green

Broken- purple

& the Narrator’s lines are just naturally written in the descriptions. The princess responds normally

Hope this helps! Without further ado, here’s day 20!

You're on a path in the woods, and at the end of that path, is a cabin. And in the basement of that cabin is a princess. You're here to slay her.

Except you didn't slay her. You both tried to escape, you had been so close, but this world refused to let you be together for too long.

You've lost count of how many times you've done this song and dance. Endless, it would seem. And now, thanks to your own poor decisions, you yourself are left in the basement, side by side with the embodiment of evil.

"Embodiment of evil? She hasn't so much as said a word in days," the voice of the Hero interrupted, before the voice of the Skeptic interrupted him.

"I'm pretty sure it's been longer."

They were your only company, seeing as the princess was so intent on ignoring you. You're not quite sure how much more time has passed, but you stroke a patch of moss on a nearby stone that wasn't there before.

"Watch it." It was the first words she'd spoken in what felt like forever. Her voice was deep and raspy from lack of use. She cleared her throat, sitting up as straight and dignified as ever.

"Sorry, I just hadn't noticed that before," you explained, pulling your hand back. She hummed as she noticed the small patch of color in the dull room.

"How nice," she said, scooting closer to pet the soft plant. You adverted your gaze as she got closer, unsure of where her boundaries still stood. You fiddled with the heavy lock around your neck, the thick metal digging into the tender skin.

She noticed your discomfort, staring with a blank expression as you tried to pull it away from your throat. Her eyes trailed from your chains to her own.

"It's not the most comfortable, is it?" she asked, startling you a bit.

"Um, no, it's not. But then again, I don't think they make chains with comfort in mind," you spoke in a deadpan tone. She barked out a sarcastic laugh, but there was enough sincerity there to make your... heart flutter? Are you really making me say this?

"She thinks we're funny! We made our darling precious angel laugh! And what a beautiful sound it was!" the voice of the Smitten rambled on in a lovesick tangent. But he made sure to shut up as soon as the princess opened her mouth.

"I didn't know you were funny," she sounded genuinely surprised, and honestly, so am I. That wasn't even a proper joke.

"Hey, are you saying we're not funny?" the Hero immediately went on the defensive.

That's exactly what I'm saying.

"The princess thinks we're funny," the Skeptic chimed in.

You just happen to share the same morbid sense of humor. She's laughing more at the situation than anything else.

You huff and the voices in your head grow quiet once more. Time drags on; the moss spreads, and cracks slowly crumble away the stone and brick. The princess occasionally breaks the silence with a rare comment or question. Sometimes, if you're lucky, she might even carry on a conversation.

It seemed now was one of those times.

"Y'know, you're molting again, and all these loose feathers really got me thinking. You wouldn't happen to be ticklish would you?"

"What? You don't just ask someone that right out of the blue! No build up, no hints, no nothing!" the Hero began to panic as she continued speaking. Oh, so she wasn't even done yet.

"It would be kinda ironic, wouldn't it?" she continued with a smirk. She cocked her head to look at you expectantly. She cocked a brow when she didn't receive an answer. "Well?"

"Yeah, it would," you agreed, hoping it would be enough to suffice. But you are dealing with a cruel, calculating, and manipulative person, so of course that answer doesn't sate her appetite.

"Aw, a little shy, are we? After all this time?" she asked, her voice just a touch softer.

"Pretty sure anyone gets shy at that question," the Skeptic snapped defensively.

"Okay, you got me. Maybe a little. There, happy now?"

No, no! What are you doing? You just told her your greatest weakness!

"Hey, that is not our greatest weakness!" the Hero argued, sounding genuinely flustered.

Well it is now. Enjoy.

"Relax, he can't just do that," the Skeptic was quick to reassure him.

It took all but a second for this conversation to happen in your head. The princess is now smiling at you, scanning you up and down with a hungry gaze.

"Only a little? You wouldn't mind if  I tested that, would you?" she asked, her tone even, almost uninterested. But you could see the mischief dancing in her eyes. Finally, you're seeing her true, sadistic side shine through.

"Sadistic? Our darling simply wants to play! Haven't you ever heard of flirting before?" the Smitten chimed in. And okay, rude.

But I assure you, she's not flirting, it has to be some kind of power play. As soon as you let your guard down, she will kill you.

"Is... is boredom just a foreign concept to you?" the Hero asked. "If she wanted to kill us, I'm sure she'd have done it by now."

That's just what she wants you to think.

Her chains clanked together softly as she inched closer. You tensed, but hesitated to move away. That would make it too obvious, and her predatory instincts would surely kick in.

"I didn't hear a no," she hummed, shifting so she sat facing you.

"Shit, did we forget to answer her?" the Hero questioned, panic lacing his voice.

"So, where do you think we should start?" she asked, tilting her head to the side. She cocked her brow, a smirk tugging at her lips. It was the first time you'd seen her look even vaguely happy since you were locked down here.

"U-um..." you stuttered, struggling to think of a suitable answer.

"She can't expect us to choose! That's not fair!" the Hero complained.

"She's just trying to be considerate of our preferences," the Smitten justified.

"What? We don't have preferences! Not... not about this at least..."

"Dealers choice?" you answered lamely, the voices in your head offering no help in your decision. You froze when you heard her chuckle beside you, your feathers ruffled.

"Why do you look so tense? Relax, will you?" she prodded your side, hoping to get a reaction. You flinched away at the touch, the corners of your beaked mouth twitching upward in a short lived grin. "Aw, is that a smile?" she teased, poking the same spot, wiggling her finger a little and earning a stifled snicker.

Are you really just gonna let this happen? You're not gonna put up any kind of fight, whatsoever?

"I'm pretty sure she'll make us regret it if we even try to fight back. At least right now, she seems... playful."

"Maybe we should fight back and see what happens. Let her really go to town on lover boy, see how much he likes her then," the Contrarian spoke up for the first time in quite a while.

"I'd still love every second of it! Whatever makes our princess happy," the Smitten was unwavering in his adoration as always.

"No! Have you forgotten we all have to endure what she dishes out? I'd rather not piss her off," the Hero reasonably pointed out.

You were pulled from your thoughts when you felt long nails scratch under your chin, burying beneath the downy feathers. You let out a squawk of surprise, immediately scrunching your shoulders. Giggles bubble up your throat and you clamp a hand over your mouth, desperate to contain the embarrassing sounds.

"Excuse you, our laugh is rugged and handsome!" the Smitten proudly proclaimed.

"I can't reach your feet, mind helping me out?" she asked so nonchalantly it gave you whiplash. You instinctively curled your talons, tucking your legs closer to your chest.

"W-what did she just say?"

"Pft, yeah, like we're just gonna put our feet in her lap," the Skeptic scoffed.

"That's a great idea! She can barely reach us in those chains," the Smitten noticed, deciding to rectify this mistake by turning to face her, stretching your legs out.

"No, I just said we weren't gonna do that!"

"I don't know, maybe we should. She's gonna tickle us anyways," the Broken noted.

"Thanks," the princess smirked as she grabbed your ankle, scooting even closer. She picked up one of your feathers off the stone floor, twirling it for you to see. Your leg jerked back reflexively at the sight. She chuckled as she traced up and down your foot, paying close attention to your reactions. She grabbed your talons and pulled them back, stretching out your feet as she sawed the feather between your toes.

You leaned against the wall, burying your face in your hands with a loud squawk of laughter. You tried to kick and squirm away, but she held onto your ankle, keeping you sufficiently trapped as soft giggles poured out of you. Your talons curled and twitched with each fluttery stroke, much to her amusement. She grabbed your other foot, wasting no time before giving it the same treatment.

"Wow, you're more ticklish than I thought. Now tell me, is it worse knowing that I'm using your own feathers?" she asked curiously, deciding to attack both feet simultaneously. You shrieked and arched your back, nodding instead of giving a verbal answer. You already had too much going on inside your head to reply.

"What? She can't be serious! Of course it makes it worse! She knows that!" the Hero protested, sounding flustered beyond belief and on the verge of giggles himself.

"She can't possibly know that, she's just trying to get a rise out of us," the Skeptic argued.

"Well it's working," the Hero whined.

"Hm, I wonder where else you're ticklish," she mused aloud, scanning your body up and down. She reached out, giving both knees an experimental squeeze.

Chains rattle as you jerk away with a loud laugh, surprising even you. Her shock quickly morphed to sadistic glee.

"Uh oh, looks like I found a bad spot," she taunted, dragging you back by the ankles. You sat there, completely frozen as she crawled towards you until it was too late and she latched onto your knees.

If you ask me, I'd say everywhere's a bad spot.

"That was uncalled for!"

"No one asked you!"

"Is it a crime to be sensitive?”

You wished they would all just shut up.

Between the chain on the wall and the princess in front of you, there was nowhere for you to go, and nothing for you to do except cackle and writhe on the ground.

But if you were being honest, it- wasn't the worst way to spend your time? You can't be serious! Please tell me you're joking.

"Well... at least now something's actually happening," the Hero sheepishly admitted.

"True. An eternity of silence is more torturous than whatever she can dish out," the Skeptic agreed.

"I can't even remember the last time we laughed. It's... kinda nice, if I'm being honest."

Okay, you know what? Fine. You win. You let her tickle you for however long she wants, which just so happens to feel like an eternity. She manages to find your most ticklish spots with ease, and even a few you weren't aware of. All the while, you continue to flail around uselessly and make the most humiliating noises you've ever heard. She loves to mock those sounds, pointing out the way you ruffle your feathers when flustered, or how you try to hide your face instead of fend her off.

Maybe she knows you like this? Probably, I mean, you're making it pretty obvious, aren't you?

"Okay, we get it!"

So I hope you enjoy this demise of your own making, because it won't be stopping anytime soon it would seem.

But like I said. You probably like that.

And she knows it.

[marvel-ous-m]

44. “I don’t know why I’m crying.” :D -@a-little-unsteddie 🌼

@a-little-unsteddie many apologies for this taking so long!! Writers block and family emergencies have been plaguing me for a while. I hope you enjoy!! I got a bit of inspiration from a post that said something like “there’s nothing more romantic than someone wiping blood off of their partners face after battle, especially if it isn’t their blood”. And this just kinda… came from that.

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The final battle begins a little over three months after the end of Spring Break.

It almost makes sense, that everything end mid-summer. Just a year after the mind-flayer, a year after Billy and Russians and Starcourt. Still, three months gave them time. Gave Eddie time to heal, gave Max time to wake up and tap into her mental connection to Vecna with the aid of El.

It gave them time to prepare. Gave them time to clear out all of Hawkins, call in reinforcements, and finish this- once and for all. The nature of their plan of attack finds Eddie, Joyce, and most of the kids right side up at Hopper’s cabin while El, Will, and the rest of the teens and adults fight Vecna hands-on in the Upsidedown. And it works.

Everything starts to wither away when Vecna takes his last breath. El has to exert herself to hold the portals open, using up all her residual energy, but everyone makes it out.

There’s a tearful reunion on the other side. A fair amount of patching up wounds, too. Joyce leads that effort with a level of skill and precision that no one else could come close to.

The commotion of the reunion leaves Eddie to wander around the crowd. He watches on, not needed (thankfully) for administering medical attention, but still struggling to find his place in this group that had faced these horrors time and time again.

He spots Steve pretty quickly once he actually starts looking for him.

Steve, who is standing away from the crowd, loosely holding his bat in his hand, with a sort of vacant look in his eye. There’s dark blood splattered across his face, and if Eddie didn’t know any better, he’d think Steve was under Vecna’s curse.

But Vecna was dead and gone, so the best explanation that Eddie could manifest was that Steve was just… shocked.

Which, yeah, he had a fucking right to be. But… maybe he could do with sitting down?

Eddie crossed the crowd, stopping in front of the battle-worn boy with a gentle smile. “Hey, Stevie. Wanna come inside? We can get you a little cleaned up?”

Steve blinked once, then nodded at Eddie’s words- silent recognition the only thing he could muster at the moment.

Eddie nodded back and carefully wrapped his arm around Steve’s shoulders, guiding him towards the cabin. Miraculously, none of the (admittedly nosey) kids intervened.

He led Steve towards the bathroom in Hoppers cabin, guiding him to sit on top of the toilet lid. The bathroom had been prepped beforehand with clean towels and gauze in case the worst happened (Eddie sent a silent thanks that those preparations remained unused), which made it easy for Eddie to grab a clean towel, wet it, then kneel in front of Steve and begin to gently dab away some of the blood covering his face.

He talked while he did it. Eddie knew Steve appreciated his rambles, as shown by Steve actually listening and asking questions whenever Eddie went off on a tangent.

It almost felt like everything was normal, would have felt that way, if it weren’t for the red-ish black-ish goo that Eddie was wiping away from Steve’s face.

After a few minutes of Eddie’s gentle attention, Steve came back to himself.

From one moment to the next, Eddie went from wiping away blood to also wiping away tears.

“S-sorry. I don’t know why I’m crying. We won.” Steve mumbles under his breath. He tries to reach a shaking hand up to wipe away his cheeks, but Eddie takes his hand instead, bringing it back down to rest in Steve’s lap.

Eddie continued to clean Steve’s face with one hand, the thumb on his other hand rubbing small circles in Steve’s palm. “We did win. And it’s over. But… you look like you just crawled out of hell. Fuck, Stevie, you basically did. You faced the very real monster that plagues our nightmares and you lived to tell the tale. I think you’ve earned the right to cry, Steve.”

Steve’s breath hitches, and his hand tightens around Eddie’s. “But- I should be happy.”

“Emotions are complicated.” Eddie set the towel down, finally satisfied with the level of grime he cleaned off Steve’s face. The boy could definitely do with a shower, but Eddie knew he’d probably be falling asleep long before then.

Eddie stood then, wincing at the pull of tight skin against his still-healing wounds. He still held Steve’s hand, but Eddie now looked down at him. He gave Steve’s hand an encouraging squeeze. “As far as I’m concerned, you can feel whatever damn emotions you want. I’m just thankful you came back to us.”

That you came back to me was left unsaid.

In one fluid motion, Steve tugged on Eddie’s hand, forcing Eddie to lean forward. From his seated position, Steve then grabbed onto the fabric of Eddie’s T-shirt and pulled him forward, their lips crashing together in a searing kiss.

Some things don’t need to be spoken.

They separated for breath soon after. Eddie sucked in air, bit his lip, then let out a breathy, high-pitched giggle. That was entirely unexpected but very, very welcomed. He searched Steve’s face, relieved to see Steve grinning back at him. But still… crying.

Eddie reached his hands up, and with his thumbs, he carefully brushed the area under Steve’s eyes, wiping his boy’s tears away.

When Eddie had finished drying Steve’s cheeks, Steve took Eddie’s wrist and guided Eddie’s hand towards his mouth. He pressed a feather-light kiss to the pad of Eddie’s thumb, then smiled against Eddie’s fingers.

Eddie felt twin droplets of water roll against his hand. One from Steve, and one, much to his surprise, from himself.

“I’m always going to come back to you, Eds.”

I love you.

Some things didn’t need to be said, and some tears didn’t need an explanation.

[liusumeowhua]

I just had a thought!! For the shapechanger Heavenly Demon au - after spending so long in Shen Qingqiu's form, ostensibly to be Shen Qingqiu, after seeing how purple respond to "his" personality change and the way that he can get away with it... does he think about the "real" Shen Qingqiu? Does he think about how "his" change in personality after an emotional event reflects back in the same way that "Shen Qingqiu" changed before?

Does he wonder if he's not the first person to pretend to be Shen Qingqiu, who isn't? Does he think about the different ways one person can become someone else - possession, body swap; influencing, taking over; transformation...

Does Luo Binghe think that, perhaps, his Shizun could possibly also be a Heavenly Demon?

good question!!

the reason shen qingqiu takes xiu ya with him in the first oneshot is that luo binghe would not have a connection to xiu ya, so it would have given him away. so luo binghe would know shen qingqiu is most likely not a heavenly demon, or otherwise hard-replaced like with the skinner demon.

but as to something like possession, where it might be possible to retain a connection to xiu ya (canon doesn’t give us a direct answer on this): i hesitate to say too much right now about how i’ll handle it in this au, i don’t want to accidentally say something here and then change my mind about some detail when i write, i hope you understand!

i will say though that there’s many different directions you can take this depending on how you interpret luo binghe’s understanding of shen qingqiu.

yes, he’s a very smart/perceptive guy, but his view of shen qingqiu is also extremely coloured by first the childhood abuse, and then the shocking 180 degree turn into niceness, and that muddies things him quite a bit. imo if you’re a kid and you experience something like that, it’s quite possible that you’ll subconsciously try to put the bad parts of the past behind you, lock it up in your mind until years in the future (if at all), and then cling to the ‘good’ parts. you may not even realise you’re doing it. “i’ll make myself whatever you want, so long as you stay the ‘nice’ you.” this is kind of how i view him in canon as of the end of the main story—still insecure about the steadfastness of shen qingqiu’s love for him…and so scared of unearthing the 'bad' that he doesn't let himself think too much about the past, and how shen qingqiu could have been 'replaced'. again, I may not actually go in this direction for this au, but just speaking on one possibility

there’s also fics i’ve read that interpret post-canon luo binghe as “he understood as an adult that shen qingqiu is effectively a different person bc. of amnesia or some similar factor, and has independently made his peace with it” which is also perfectly plausible! i enjoy reading this interpretation as well, i think you can justify things either way

went on a bit of a tangent there but luo binghe my lil guy there is so much to examine in that head of yours <3

[darcymariaphoster]

Part One

When Mathias had finally gotten the guts to ask Lukas out, they had gone to a bookstore and bought the worst books they could find for each other. They'd swapped the books and made a date for two weeks later to talk about them. They met in a coffee shop and went on tangents. Mathias poked fun at how many sticky notes Lukas had stuffed into his book. They planned another outing to a bookstore, and did it again. It became a sort of ongoing thing for them, and the relationship was borne out of books and coffee.

But they never talked about what they were, and they never progressed the way that Mathias thought they would. The way he wanted them to. They were stuck in some sort of friendship, bordering on something else that neither of them would name. And maybe that's why he decided to text Lukas one night, ask if he wanted to go on a hiking trip with him over the weekend.

He had this glorious idea in his head of how the weekend would go. Maybe it was Saturday, maybe it was Sunday; it didn't matter because it was sunny. There was a spot not far from his house that he knew about. There were plenty of trails around the area -- many that he hadn't explored yet. He thought that would be where they went. Because, you know, he'd asked Lukas out so he should be the one to pick where they went. He thought. All the way up until Lukas agreed and replied, "Sure. I know the perfect place."

Of course he did.

Mathias sighs as he flops back onto his couch, resting one arm over his eyes. Yeah, he agreed to let Lukas pick the place. He hasn’t been pining for all this time to say, “Oh actually, you can’t do that to me.” He has a funny feeling that he’d let Lukas do just about anything, and he’d go along with him. 

For better or worse. Probably worse.

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“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” Mathias asks Lukas, though he doesn’t really mind the travel. He’s only been out this way a few times, and never for a hiking trip. He likes the way it looks and feels out this way. The problem is, however, that he’s noticed the trajectory of this trip. He doesn’t come this way on purpose, if he’s honest. The mountains are this direction and he generally makes a point to avoid heights. He’s not about to tell Lukas that he doesn’t really want to go on a mountain, however. 

Lukas does one of those sort of smiles, where Mathias knows that he’s smiling but if anyone else saw him they would have no idea. He loves those sort of smiles. “Not until we get there. Don’t you trust me?”

Mathias stares at him for a moment longer, just admiring, before he turns his attention back to the scenery flashing by. There’s a lot of green, he has to say that about the area. He likes the water alright, and he enjoys the beaches. But there's no way in hell that he would go near the cliffs. The heights have always been too much for him. “Yeah, of course I trust you,” he replies easily. Such a weird concept, in all honesty. It’s only been a few months, after all. He is pretty good at falling head first, though...

The drive is a rather quiet one, though Lukas relinquishes the radio to him after a bit. They chat here and there about whatever comes to mind, and he thinks again that he’d do pretty much anything for Lukas. He can’t help but notice that the ascent up the mountain doesn’t seem all that bad -- he hardly notices it, actually. They haven't taken any weird curves that show him how high up they are yet, and that's probably for the best.

“Are you really telling me that you have never been hiking this way?” Lukas finally interrupts the silence as they pull into the parking cove. 

Mathias laughs as he gets out of the car. Actually being on the mountain isn’t so bad, at least not while he’s far away from edges and can only see what’s in front of him. “I am really telling you that.” 

“What kind of hiker are you?” Lukas grabs his backpack from the back, pulling Mathias’s out as well so he can shove it at him. “I hope you’re not one of those who does backpacking on flat trails and calls it a hike.” Mathias puts his backpack on slowly, trying to decide what he wants to say. But Lukas doesn’t let him answer, apparently deciding that his statement was more rhetorical than anything else. “Let’s go then.” 

Mathias braces himself as he follows Lukas towards a trail. “Are we going very high up?”

Lukas shrugs nonchalantly. “Probably.” He glances over his shoulder at him, expression rather coy. "Trust me. I come up here all the time." 

“I do,” Mathias laughs, taking a few broad steps to catch up to him. “Are you testing me? Is that why you keep saying that?” Lukas seems to have no intention of answering that, either, and promptly changes the subject to the books they’ve been reading instead. He doesn't mind; the idle chit-chat is nice with Lukas, and it keeps his brain occupied so he can't overthink the heights situation. They weave about, and Mathias never notices when they stray from the normal trails.

However, after some time, he notices that he is definitely feeling the difference between his normal hikes and this…ascent. He isn’t about to quit, or say that he can’t manage, at least not yet. But Lukas proposes that they stop for a bit, and he jumps on the chance. “Tired already?” he teases, mostly in a vain attempt to distract him.

Lukas hesitates slightly, seeming to zone a bit as he stares through the trees for a moment. “Absolutely not. I could hear you wheezing behind me.” He throws Mathias a rather playful smirk before he takes his backpack off and takes a swig of water.

Mathias looks about himself, a bit in awe over the canopy of trees above them and the birds and insect sounds around them. He never gets tired of listening to nature. "How long have we been out here?" He glances at his watch as he asks.

"Hard to tell," Lukas mumbles distractedly and Mathias pays him a bit more attention. "I don't normally pay attention to the time when I hike. Do you?" Mathias shakes his head, studying Lukas a moment longer. "What?"

"Nothing, you're just being extra serious." Mathias raises his hands in mock surrender before finding a boulder to sit on. "You good?"

[dreamlandreader]

Foolish Fire Chapter Four - Whispers in the Dark

Hello @popjunkie42-blog part four of your @acotargiftexchange has arrived! I was slightly concerned this chapter may seem like a tangent from the lost in the woods mythology folklore vibe, but I really wanted to include a chapter that focused a bit on feysand fluff and ... other feysand related *activities* 👀 I've never written smut before (certainly have read plenty though), so I was really intimidated going into this chapter, but I hope it reads okay.

The story Feyre shares with Rhys in this chapter is Hans Christian Anderson's The Red Shoes. You can find out more about this and other mythology referenced in this series in the fact file here.

To find the series masterlist click here.

I hope you enjoy 💖

Content warning: Detailed smut and references to injury

“My mother never told me stories,” Feyre said from Rhysand’s chest, where she had remained for the last half an hour. The glowing waters magic seemed to recognise the couple’s need for warmth, and so despite the autumn winds, neither of the pair were cold. 

“Not even as a babe? Rhys asked, his hand trailing up and down Feyre’s arm. 

“I don’t think so. She never had much interest in being a mother to me. I doubt it would have even crossed her mind to start sharing stories with any of us,” 

“What about your father? He was a merchant. Did he never share exciting tales of his expeditions?” 

“No. He was always far too busy when we were younger. Then, after he lost his fortune, he couldn’t bear to talk about it,” Feyre sighed. Rhys wondered if he would always get an ache in his chest when his mate spoke of her childhood. He recognised the loneliness of her early years. He saw how gratefully she received love from her sisters, their friends, and even him. It was like she didn’t see that they were the ones cauldron blessed to have her. The brightest of all the stars in Velaris, who showered them with such unwavering love.

Suddenly, Feyre lifted her head, excitement shining in her eyes as she reflected on the memory. “Nesta told us one once, though,” “Oh?” Rhys said, lifting a brow, wondering what sort of story a fiery young Nesta would share with her sisters. “It was pretty gruesome, actually. It was a cautionary tale she’d heard from one of her friends in the village who swore faithfully that her grandfather witnessed it play out years before,” “Tell me,” he said, amused by his wife’s sudden energetic passion. Feyre smiled and began her story. “There was once a young girl whose mother, a wealthy widow, spoiled her rotten. One day as a gift the girl received a pair of stunning red shoes, made with the finest crimson satin,” “I thought this was a cautionary tale. I’m failing to see a problem here,” Rhys interrupted. “Shh,” Feyre replied, a lopsided smirk on her face. “Elated with her new gift and wanting to show off to her friends, the girl decided to wear the red shoes when she went to pray to the gods. She was told time and time again by her mother that the gods would not take kindly to her bragging, and she warned the girl to go in her old black shoes instead. But cocky and full of youthful arrogance, she ignored her mother and continued to wear the shoes and brag of their fine beauty to anyone she met,”

“Okay, I’m beginning to see where this could backfire,” Rhys interjected once more.

“Do you want me to tell this story or not,” Feyre laughed, covering her mate’s mouth with her hand.

“As she was walking to visit the gods one day, she passed an elderly man hobbling along the path.

“What a beautiful pair of shoes! You should not waste them on walking. Shoes as fine as those should be reserved for dancing”. He said.

Scoffing at the old man, who wore nothing but rags, the girl continued walking and didn’t even notice when he whispered, “Once those shoes dance, may they never come off.”

“Oh no,” Rhys murmured from behind his wife’s hand.

“Oh, Yes,” Feyre simply replied.

“Later that same day, curiosity peaked by the old man’s suggestion that the shoes would be perfect for dancing, the girl began to dance with grace and fluidity. Soon, however, the shoes gained their own life, controlling the girl’s feet and causing her dancing to become erratic.

The girl flung herself to the floor, feet still flailing, and tried to rip off the cursed shoes. No matter how she twisted or pulled, the shoes remained, and despite her tears and fatigue, they kept dancing.

Weeks passed, and the girl continued to leap and pirouette her way through the village until she decided to visit the local blacksmith. The girl begged the man to cut off her feet with one of the masterful swords he had crafted, and taking pity on her tear-streaked face, the man agreed and removed the shoes with her feet still dancing inside them.

The girl was relieved to finally be still, and grateful to the kind blacksmith who gave her a pair of handcrafted wooden feet. Though she was free of the endless twirling and prancing, the shoes never stopped dancing, and they followed the girl wherever she went.”

“Gods, that’s dark. I see now why it was Nesta telling that story,”

Feyre gave Rhys a gentle smack on the shoulder, rolling her eyes with a slight giggle.

“It scared the life out of Elain. She refused to wear shoes for weeks. But I liked it. It’s not so much the actual tale, but there is something so intimate about sharing stories. I don’t think I ever felt as close to my sisters as a child as I did that night when we were huddled under the covers listening to Nesta’s tale,”

“Hmm. My sister loved stories. When she was a toddler, whenever I was home, she insisted on a story every night. I must have bought her a dozen libraries full of children’s books, but she wasn’t interested. She wanted to hear tales of my adventures with Cass and Az. So, I gladly shared them all. Well, all the child-friendly ones anyway,” he laughed, tears lining his eyes at the memory of his beloved baby sister.

Blinking back his tears, Rhys decided to change the subject quickly, before the grief became unbearable.

“You know, when I was a few hundred years younger, I was invited by a female for a hike in these woods once. We got … distracted, never ended up getting much further than the first row of trees, but it seems that was a good thing given how many evil beings seem to be lurking here,”

“You know, you’ve never really spoken about your past romances with me before,” Feyre pondered.

“That would be because you’re my mate, and I don’t want you to be jealous, Darling,” he smirked, playful arrogance radiating down the bond.

“There’s no need for me to be jealous,” Feyre laughed, “They may have met you first, Rhys, but I get to keep you. To see the real you. I don’t care if you had sex in the woods with someone 300 years ago, old man. You are mine,”

A shiver went down Rhys’s spine at those words. You. Are. Mine. He knew that he always would be and always had been. He was unequivocally hers even before either of them were a spec of dust on the horizon. 

“I guess I just never had anything serious before you, so there has never felt like anything significant to report. I dated, sure, but it was so casual that I never really had a genuine connection with anyone. To be honest, I didn’t want it for a long time. I didn’t want to fall in love if it meant having a relationship like my parents had. Or if it meant putting a target on someone’s back,” 

“What changed your mind?” Feyre asked, looping her arms around Rhysand’s neck, only a sliver of water separating their naked bodies. 

“It was Miryam and Drakon who changed things. I was so unbelievably happy for them when they found one another, but also so unbearably envious of what they had. Casual flings didn’t have the same thrill after that. Then I met you, and it was like my entire life I was trying to breathe underwater, and then all of a sudden, I reached the surface and found my first taste of fresh air. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t have stopped you from filling my lungs. You consumed me from the very start, my love,” 

Feyre’s heart swelled as she launched herself at Rhys and set her lips against his in a passionate kiss. Passion simmered down the bond as their hands began to roam, and Rhys lifted Feyre with ease as she instinctually wrapped her legs around his middle. The action made his cock harden as he felt Feyre’s wet heat against his stomach, and he let out a groan when she started to rock against him in an effort to create some friction.

Placing Feyre gently on the edge of the pool, Rhys’s hands wandered down her sides, leaving goosebumps in the wake of his touch, before he climbed out and knelt between her legs.

“Gods, Rhys, it’s cold out of the water,” Feyre laughed breathily.

“I can see that,” Rhys purred, leaning over her and gently pinching one of her pebbled nipples between his forefinger and his thumb whilst he greedily took the other into his mouth. Feyre rolled her head back in pleasure as he massaged her breasts with both his tongue and his hands.

“More,” she breathed.

Rhys lifted his head, lips shining as he smirked and replied, “Your wish is my command,”

Feyre raked her fingers through Rhysand’s hair, tugging lightly as he trailed his way down her body with his tongue. Feyre let out a gasp as he reached her core. She swore she would never get used to this. To Rhys’s hands caressing her with his touch, to his mouth and the filthy things it could say and do, to this male who drove her wild and had filled the emptiness in her heart with a life full of pure joy.

He pressed kisses against her inner thighs, teasing, before licking and sucking her to the brink. Feyre came for the first of many times that night, crying Rhysand’s name, her pleasure reverberating around the starlit sky.

[zukkaart]

Okay LISTEN

I don’t jump on the divorced Zukka bandwagon- not because it’s stupid or invalid but because it makes sense and I hate it because I want them to be domestic and happy until they’re grey and old okay???????

That being said

“Bleach” from 5sos5 gave me a thought-

So we know that cutting your hair is generally seen as a formal act of losing a part of yourself or your nation. Seen very clearly here- Iroh and Zuko cut their hair off when they realize they no longer have a home to return to.

A little more indirectly when zuko shaves everything except his top knot after being banished as a sign of his exile and dishonor but still tied to the fire nation.

And even a little MORE indirectly when we see Azula cut her own hair- not out of solemn realization or dishonor but because she is LITERALLY losing pieces of herself to her madness

All this to say

(Sorry I went on a bit of a tangent there)

And IF Sokka and Zuko DID break up or get a divorce it would be seen as improper for the fire lord to cut his hair over something so “trivial”

After all Ozai didn’t alter his when Ursa left

SO I think Zuko would probably try everything possible to alter his hair without actually cutting it. I.e. braiding, hiding under hoods, etc.

I think he would even go as far as to bleach his hair- especially if they really did get divorced because even though there was no love lost- their lifestyles of being leaders of separate nations just couldn’t cope. He’d start a little at first- just a few strands on the underneath where no one could see done by himself late at night.

Little by little he realizes “cleansing” little pieces of him makes him feel the slightest bit better because the man in the mirror is starting to look less and less like the man who Sokka loved, who loved Sokka…

Obviously he couldn’t bleach all of his hair but imagine Sokka comes to the Fire Nation as his Ambassador and Chief status requires to find Zuko with one stark strip of white cutting through the right side of his hair, he looks closer and finds the smaller- subtler ones in the under layers, some obviously more well done than the others, some faded with time.

Imagine Zuko finally turning to lock eyes with him- but before he can get a word out to explain Sokka reaches up and brushes the light strip that leads into his topknot.

“What’s this?” He asks, dangerously closer than most Ambassadors should be to their hosts.

“An experiment” Zuko says quickly, unsure why he chose those words in particular, but Sokka is a scientist right? He’ll understand.

“Oh,” The playful smile drops from the darker boys features, although Zuko is unsure why.

“Does it bother you?” The words came out more defensively than Zuko meant. Why should he care now anyway?

“Not at all it’s just…” nothing. Everything.

All the words Sokka left unsaid somehow came down to this one white strip of hair, as white as Yues. The truth was that he had hoped Zuko would tell him that he had no idea where it came from, letting Sokka come to the logical conclusion that it was in fact Yue who had blessed him, and he could take it as a sign that he and Zuko were meant to be together. That they could make it work this time if they really tried. Spirits knew that stuff right?

It doesn’t matter now. The hair was fake. For whatever reason Zuko had done it on purpose. It unsettled Sokka in a way he didn’t expect.

“Sorry” He snapped out of his own thoughts. “It just looks so different from the pictures I have, it looks good though.” Sokka offered a timid smile.

Zuko stiffened imperceptibly at that but still responded in kind. “Thank you, I should go. I have others to greet before dinner.” His voice did not waiver but his mind raced. He still has pictures of me? Of us? And he looks at them? Zuko hadn’t been able to do that for months.

“Of course” And when Sokka turned to leave Zuko noticed something. A thin strip of leather braided in to the underside of Sokkas wolf tail, dyed such a deep shade of red that it almost blended in to his hair, but Zuko noticed, because Zuko always noticed.

It was the same strip of leather that Zuko had used to tie his topknot with on his first visit to the South Pole. Deeper in color than his usual choice because he didn’t want to stick out too much, but Sokka had protested anyway, gently pulling it out of his hair and replacing it with one of brilliant blue, a color as deep as the ocean but somehow still as alluring as a familiar set of eyes. At the time, he would have gladly drowned in both.

That was 15 years ago now, when Zuko hadn’t even been brave enough to hold his hand.

Sokka had kept it. All this time. And now he was even wearing it - subtle as it may be. And Sokka was just the same, just the same, same blue eyes, same genuine smile, same gentle brush of fingers against his hair, the exact same Sokka. His Sokka.

Zukos hair was back to its natural color by morning.

[constellieos]

⋆ ╱ lucky girl syndrome .

location: the herald, recruitment office. 12:15. tw: mention of death ( in a joking manner )

14. blue and black. one red. one pencil. two rainbow gel pens.

14 writing utensils was the amount mimi had been able to count in the recruitment employee’s office as she waited for what seemed like an eternity. the time on the clock which had been a minute fast was 12:15. realistically, it was 12:16. they were a minute late. mimi had arrived at the office at 08:18 — just to be sure she wouldn’t be late. and then, she waited in the lobby, gulping down ounces of coffee to try to appease her nerves.

she had completely forgotten that coffee seems to have the opposite effect on her.

‘when is this guy coming? i’m going to start cloning if he doesn’t—’

“hello! my bad, you won’t believe how many times i had to fight our fax machine!” mimi turned her head towards the sudden sound, forcing a small, amused smile as she quickly got up to bow and shake his hand. “oh, i have ink all over my hands.” he mentioned as he rejected her hand, waving his own in a bit of an erratic fashion. “but, anyway! sit, sit, sit! let’s get down to business. i don’t want to waste any of your time, miss … go minji?”

mimi winced at the usage of her full name, but tried to play it off with a reassuring chuckle.

“mimi is fine. minji sounds so formal .. haha.”

she stared at the recruiter as he nodded, somewhat scattered in his approach. he quickly sorted through his assortment of different papers — most likely mimi’s extensive ( and rather impressive ) record of achievements and experience.

“wow… harvard graduate? the international school? very impressive.” he said with a smile, allowing mimi to not only feel a little proud of herself, but also relax.

‘it seems to be going well.’

“so! tell me, why do you want to work here? tell me about yourself.”

mimi hated these types of questions. nothing was more intimidating than talking about herself. she didn’t even know a lot about herself! and her reason for wanting to work there?

… everyone else had denied her for ‘too little experience’.

“ha … why i want to work here … such a great question!” mimi started, offering a smile to the recruiter who mimicked her smile, nodding at her with encouragement. “such … haha, that’s a really good question. you know, uhm- mr. kim, right? the herald just upholds my values as a reporter.”

mimi had forgotten every fact she had learned about the herald the night before. however, a smile never failed to convey a message, right?

the recruiter looked at her, a cautious smile still on his face as he urged her for more.

“and … what are your values? the ones that the herald upholds?”

‘another damn good question! this guy is on fire!’

she hoped he hadn’t heard that sarcastic thought.

“right! yes, well .. they value the truth! all the reporters do. and they report on a lot of good things, a lot of things that are happening outside of the aetern—”

“the aeternals!” he interrupted her, a happy and somewhat annoyingly fanboy-ish smile on his face. “yes, i see here you’ve written a lot about them! this is exactly what we’re looking for!”

‘oh, god. please, i know i’ve lived a mediocre life, but please don’t torture me like this. it isn’t funny.’

“huh- what isn’t funny?” he asked, horror becoming mimi as she realised he had heard her thought — or at least a part of it.

“nothing! ha— anyway … the aeternals aren’t really my main focus as a reporter. honestly, heh— i’m not really the biggest fan of them, you know? we could be reporting on things that actually matter! not that aeternal x and aeternal y went on a date. god, i mean, they’re obsessed with themselves!” she laughed, though her laugh quickly dying down into an awkward chuckle as she began to realise she had went on a tangent and that mr. kim was now looking at her rather unimpressed. "but, um— as a reporter, i don’t mind any assignment i get. i’m … good at … adapting.” she mumbled, attempting to remedy the situation as he continued to look at her with his stare that was boring a hole into her skin.

“yes … well, this has been a great time to meet you, miss minji. we have a few more things to look at before we can offer you a position. we’ll contact you.” he said, standing up with an obvious forced smile that made mimi realise she would probably be evicted from her apartment soon.

“oh … is that it? you don’t need anything else?” she asked, eyes quickly scanning over his papers which held numerous interview questions.

‘it can’t be over! fuck— shit, i really need this job!’

“we’ll contact you. have a great day!” he repeated, nudging his head towards the door for her to exit at. this couldn’t be the end. panic slowly began to rise up mimi’s throat, and the anxiety began to eat at her.

and although she racked her brain for something to say — literally anything, nothing came to mind. she could’ve said she was just kidding about the aeternals. or she could’ve begged and kissed his shoes, telling him that she needed this job. but nothing — absolutely nothing.

‘great. well, might as well start selling my things now!’

“thank you, mr. kim. nice meeting you, ha..” mimi trailed off, hoping for a little more, but immediately feeling rejected as soon as he sat back down in his chair. it was then that she noticed all of his aeternal figurines. “i look forward to hearing from you!” she added lastly before leaving the room, feeling completely dejected. what had she done wrong?

was there truly no one else that found the aeternals the most boring people on the planet?

on her way home, mimi had decided to treat herself to a ‘you’re jobless and probably being evicted soon’ special: a large order of chinese food, a mango smoothie, and 6-packs of sour skittles. this was deserved.

and when she had gotten home, she was not surprised to see 3 of her clones waiting for her — her main 3. mi, the one she actually liked and usually helped her out. ni, the one who she got the mango smoothie for, and jiji, the one she absolutely could not stand.

“mimi.. welcome home! oh— no.. you look so sad..” mi spoke, hurrying over to give her a hug. it felt weird — her hug was somewhat static, but it comforted mimi nonetheless. “don’t beat yourself up about it, there’s plenty of jobs where that came from!”

mimi briefly wondered how weird it must look to see a girl talking to 3 of herself. but disregarding that fact, she sat on her couch rather quietly, rolling her eyes at mi’s encouragement.

“yeah, thanks — except, i’ve applied to every single reporter job in this place, and i’ve been rejected by all of them!” she quickly sat up, feeling a rant coming on as she began to assemble her chinese food. “i mean, honestly! i’m more qualified than 90% of their reporters! i graduated from harvard, i interned at BBC, i have a master’s degree and i’m only 23 — what is it?! am i ugly?!” she yelled, narrowing her eyes at jiji who just began to giggle at how silly she obviously sounded.

“come on.. calling yourself ugly is technically calling us ugly.” ni mumbled, sipping her smoothie.

“god … guys, i really need this job. i used up all of my savings moving, and i can’t go back! my parents can’t know i’m fucking up either— god, i’d rather die—”

and as mimi began to contemplate how easy it would all be to just ask her parents for some help, her phone pinged! with a notification: an email from mr. kim. almost in the speed of light, her phone was in her hand and her eyes were quickly reading over what she knew would be a rejection email.

Re: Job Application Kim XXXX, 19:26 Good Evening, Miss. Go,

After reviewing your application, experience, and interview notes, we are pleased to offer you a reporter position at the herald. The position will start effective Monday, April 22nd, 2024. We are excited to have you on our team. If you have any questions, please contact me via this email.

Have a great night, and see you in the office! Kim XXXX, recruitment officer

“holy shit!” she screamed, suddenly jumping up onto the couch, disregarding her chinese food. “holy shit— holy shit, holy shit! i got the job!”

[luvrodite]

Hey Ro my beloved!! Here to indulge on the self-shipping. I was curious, do you have an actor or model that you see in your head as faceclaim for Jason? Or does your mind come up with a very specific iteration of him when you think about him? I ask because, when I like a written/drawn character, my mind is always on the lookout for an actor or a model that fits the description, just to have more of a solid idea of what they may look like in the flesh.

(Granted I used to be such a huge fan of all things Batman related but have fallen super behind and I don’t know if he has been adapted into a live action series or anything yet, so!)

Love you!! X

hi babydoll!!!! hehehehe thank u i love love love selfshipping and i love jason and i love YOU !!! i’m sorry in advance for rambling, i went on a small tangent because despite literally running a blog about him i don’t talk about him nearly enough as i’d like to hahaha

jason has technically been adapted in the live action series but curran walters (the actor) is definitely not the jason i envision in my mind in my selfship au. i’m super super picky about face claims when it comes to him so i don’t actually have one that i go to every single time BUT in my mind he looks exactly like this one random guy i saw in 2017 whose face i cant even properly remember anymore 😭

usually in my mind apart from that i kind of imagine him as tanned and a bit beefy - but just a liiittle bit less than some of the official art. like a minuscule amount less just because i’m not a fan of the way they draw him a lot of the time. i think one of my favourite versions of him is in this panel because he looks so beautiful. tw for the joker tho i hate that clown.

a lot of the time they draw him so stocky and very…idk how to describe it but he looks much older than his age and it’s not very flattering. my mind’s jason is a mix of pretty/handsome and strong features i think. like he has pretty eyes and high cheekbones and a nice jaw but he’s also like. soft and strong. i like the idea of his muscles being covered in a layer of softness so it’s not like movie star six pack and gun show, he’s got big arms but they’re also soft. does this make sense? also he 100000% has the white streak and i imagine him with scars bc he earned them!! he looks a little scary but he’s a softie!!!!

i think he gets a little softer as our relationship progresses. this is a more personal thing but the idea of gaining weight in a relationship because you’re being well fed and loved is so important to me, for the both of us, because it’s like. you’re safe enough to relax, you’re happy enough to live and be healthy. it makes me emotional thinking about it. also with this - i think he looks more his age in my selfship au and it’s in that same vein of finally getting to rest. drawing from my own personal experiences, i looked a lot older than i was for most of my teenage years because of stress etc and it’s only in recent years that that’s stopped, so i imagine it’s the same with him. we get to be young together and we get to rest. this is so grossly sappy but there’s such a big healing element to that relationship and it’s so important to me.

anyway thank you a billion times for sending this ask in 🥺 i hope your weekend was so lovely and im sending you soooo much love

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Hi hi! If it’s not too late, could I get

♡ ■ ✿ ♥

For Oromë?

Thanky if you do, no pressure if you don’t~

Here you go! I hope you don't mind, but I went off on a bit of a tangent where the bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon was concerned.

From this headcanon game.

Minors DNI / 18+

■ -  Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon:

Overall layout- Oromë's halls is essentially a massive longhouse, with a giant tree growing in the center. Its lower hanging branches spread out against the roof. The entire structure is made of dark wood, and the floors are polished stone. One corner is walled off and partitioned into smaller apartments for Oromë, his attendants, and guests. The other corner is walled off and functions as the kitchen. The space in the center is used for meetings, feasts, and dances. There are no stained glass windows here; only shutters that are opened to let in light and fresh air.

The skulls and bones of fell beasts loyal to Morgoth decorate the walls and most furniture. Weapons of various kinds are displayed on the walls.

A raised dais can be seen at one end and is used by Oromë and whomever he invites to eat with him.

Oromë's bedroom

He has a raised bed that is made of several thick furs and cushions. He has no fireplace and prefers a brazier for warmth and beeswax candles for light. The pelt of a fell beast he slew is spread over the floor. Cushions and chests of drawers are scattered all over. His weapons are always hung on special racks and hooks and kept within easy reach.

♥ - family headcanon:

As a sibling- Loyal to a fault. He may squabble with other siblings behind closed doors, but anywhere else he will guard their backs.

As a parent- Loving, but in a firm way. Will encourage his children to take risks and get involved in the outdoors. He does have a hidden soft side, and will have no problem playing tea party and princes/princesses if that is what his child likes.

♡ - romantic headcanon:

His idea of romancing a partner is taking them hiking and riding and camping, swimming in lakes, and hunting (if they are into it). Any meals or snacks made for such outings, he will make with his own hands. If his partner is not outdoorsy then he will plan something less strenuous, like stargazing and walks around the lands surrounding his halls.

✿ - Sex headcanon:

Oromë is very much into the chase. He doesn't just do sex in bed, oh no. He wants to hunt his partner through the woods, pretending to let them think they have gotten away before cornering them against a tree or caging them to the earth before having his way with them.

Tags: @cilil @edensrose @wandererindreams @asianbutnotjapanese

[missnight0wl]

Hi, hope you're well! Last night my brain went on a much unnecessary tangent, and long story short I'm entertaining the idea of there being two MCs in the game, one for the main storyline and one for the Quidditch storyline and all the side quests. I don't know whether I'll do anything with this, but I still wanted to ask you: as an exercise of imagination, how would you make it work?

Hello! I’m fine, and I hope you’re well, too! And once again, sorry for the late reply!

Hm, this is a pretty interesting idea! However, I do think it’d be rather difficult to execute, for multiple reasons.

The story

First of all, I think it might be hard to incorporate it into the narrative of the story. Now, I know that some people do make two MCs work for their personal stories just fine (indigobackfire and immagrosscandy come to mind), but making it universal for every player would assumingly complicate things a bit. But of course, I’m not saying it’s impossible.

Also, personally, I’d probably make the secondary MC a rather distant relative of the main MC. That way, they could know quite a lot about the main MC, but they wouldn’t be affected by e.g. the blood connection (if it turns out to be important at any point). I think it could even be like “a foster cousin” or something. Y’know, a child of MC’s mother’s friend, so they were very close growing up, yet they’re not actually related.

The technical aspect

I admit I’m no expert in this matter, but I suspect that having two MCs would be pretty hard to execute, purely from a technical point of view. Especially if we’d like to keep the game in its mobile format. I also know about the games where you play as different characters at various points, but I don’t think they allow for much customisation of those characters. Admittedly, my knowledge about video games is not super vast, so please, correct me if anyone knows better, but I imagine we wouldn’t have as much customisation as we do now.

I mean, I guess I can kind of see it working as The Sims, for example. But again, we’d simply have to turn HPHM into a much more complex game for that.

The selection of the side quests

While I see why you proposed the division to: “the main storyline, and the Quidditch storyline and all the side quests”, I believe it should be a bit more complex. Because if you really look into it, not all side quests are equal. For example, the Patronus TLSQ has a pretty strong connection to the main story, and I think it should be done by the main MC. In other words, in my opinion, all of the side quests should be first reviewed to judge whether they're actually important for the main storyline or not. Then, the important side quests could be either incorporated into the main story entirely or maybe they could remain being side quests, just completed by the main MC.

If it was up to me, I’d assigned the secondary MC to:

the Magical Creatures Reserve content,

the Quidditch content,

the Clubs content,

the dating content,

and obviously some of the side quests which don’t have important information.

Finally, I want to mention two more reflections of mine.

The first one is about the idea of “spin-offs”. I believe I actually mentioned it somewhere on my blog in the past already. It’s basically about creating separate games which could be connected by their content but not “physically”. I think it’d help a lot in organising the stories, if done properly. On top of that, it’d make each game much lighter. HPHM is really heavy in terms of data, and more and more people complain about the lag in the game. It’s really not a good direction, but JC doesn’t seem to care about it much.

The second idea is that maybe it would be good to give people a choice whether they want to play a certain part with the main or the secondary MC. Though I’m not sure if it’d be technically doable, especially if we consider the idea of spin-offs. Still, I want to mention it because I suspect some people might complain about not being able to play certain parts with their chosen MC. On the other hand, if the distinction existed in the game since the beginning, I suppose it’d be easier to accept that you can only date with the secondary MC etc.

I hope my answer was at least somewhat satisfying!  And feel free to ask if I wasn’t clear enough about anything.

[ethernetmeep]

as for my tangent i separated from the previous one, my horticulture class experience today was rather jarring. michael (once again meaningless as to say acquaintance over and over, plus michael is a common name) talked about marks he had on his neck— was genuinely confused on what they were until he specified they were hickeys. apparently his girlfriend gave him.. a lot. many. he showed us a few of them. was confused on the fact people actually gave those and wasn’t just hearsay or stuff they write about in fiction, and was the only one to be so. everyone else at that table seemed to either experience this before or become accustomed to it. wasn’t jarring in the way that it was bad, because i never shun others and what they do in their own intimate affairs— its sweet that you care about someone so much you do stuff like that, really— just jarring because it seemed to only accentuate just how far off i was from all of them in almost.. every single way.

was especially prevalent when they all talked about how they’d get high together this friday after school, and their general discussions of weed and bongs and.. all that stuff. my mom smokes, so i obviously know everything they’re discussing— and im well informed on things because of either internet or curiosity, so its not like im naïve when it comes to the discussion of intimate affairs either.. its just jarring to see others do all these things ive never done before, and the fact they do it so frequently. sure, i think pot is neat (sounds like something an anti-drug PSA would say, my bad) and all, but im not suddenly jumping to do it either. same with.. other things they went over.

its not like it made me uncomfortable, as the topic was laid back and everyone at that table is nice— it was mind opening to hear about it, really! it was just like i said, very jarring. i felt bad when everyone started talking about their first times or whatever, because i was just.. not at all similar to any of them in that moment. in any aspect. and im fine with that, but its just… something to take in, is all.*

sorry, this is probably a bit tmi— just wanted to be able to say this somewhere.

*i do hope its known though that i don’t have an exact revulsion to those things— i used to think i did, but it was more so just the outcome of trying to figure out who i was as a person.. still am figuring it out, really. its not revulsion, but its not exactly a full on need either— its hard to describe. with the right person and case, i’d be overjoyed to do any of the things they mentioned with someone i trusted.. but im already almost puking at simply existing at any given place, so i don’t think i’d get there anytime soon.

[tastelessblogginz]

FUCK YEAH DANGAN OC TIME!!!!!

I think she’s definitely one of my oldest danganronpa ocs who I still remember, and one of the main reasons she’s stuck w me so much is because her old design looked way too much like mahirus, so today I went ahead and attempted redesigning her, and I’m really proud of the result!!

Quick warning: by pressing READ MORE you are therefore going to be exposed to the ramblings of someone who has nothing better to do with their free time rather than explain every tiny detail & reason for their design change, you have been warned.

First off, I’d like to start this off with a really shitty drawing of her old design

After quite a bit of digging, I found a few signatures from some of my friends at the time and they’re all around October of 2019, so this was drawn approximately 3-4 years ago.

Design Choices

When comparing the old vs the new design, one of the main features I wanted to change was her role in the story, as you can spot in her old design, she originally had an ahoge, meaning that I most likely wanted her to be the protagonist of the story I was planning. However, due to an idea I’ve had for her character which otherwise she wouldn’t really be able to accomplish with that role, I’ve transferred the ahoge to one of my other ocs, who may or may not make an appearance in the near future!!

Another thing which really bugged me about her old design was the hairstyle, don’t get me wrong, ponytails are cute!! But to me it just felt a bit too plain when combined with her personality, and so I wanted to change it to the bubble braids she currently has, mainly because she’s characterised to be really social & bubbly, and so I wanted to try and incorporate that into her new design.

Finally, the biggest noticeable change about her, her clothing. The main reason I so desperately wanted to change it was simply because it felt way too mahiru & even when I first designed her, the outfits felt way too similar in my mind but I tried to brush it off, well not this time!! For her new outfit, I still wanted to keep the whole school uniform vibe, but this time I wanted to take some inspiration from kogal fashion, but if anything this is just more of my love for gyaru fashion than anything 😭😭

Backstory

I’m gonna be completely honest here, her backstory actually kinda came to me whilst I was writing the design choices bit, so bare with me if it’s a bit lacklustre. Originally, Kei had applied for hopes peaks entrance exams as one of the reserve course students, however, during the entrance exams, something about Kei stood out to the staff of hopes peak academy. In all of her test scores, she had managed to score way below average in everything apart from mathematics, in which she managed to get full marks for. And to only further this achievement, Kei had actually fallen asleep part way through the maths exam, with half an hour to spare. Therefore, the talent scouts of hope’s peak academy took a keen interest in her and brought her in for further examinations, mainly to check that she hadn’t cheated on anything. This time, they gave her a university level maths paper, in which many people within the maths field struggle to get a decent pass on, and yet once again, she had managed to score full marks & with some time to spare. Once hope’s peak realised they had an ultimate in their hands, they immediately contacted Kei’s parents to tell them the good news, and with that, she had been transferred into hope’s peak’s main course.

Personality

Like I mentioned in the design bit, Kei is a very sociable teenage girl who is willing to strike up a conversation with anyone, however, a lot of the people around her may find her to be obnoxious, as she often accidentally boasts about her ultimate, finding it idiotic how some people find math’s difficult, and can go on many random tangents about her own life, often trying to relate other people’s experiences to her own, yet this is more of her way of trying to show support for someone.

Despite her overconfidence when it comes to maths problems, she struggles intensely when it comes to other subjects, often times resulting on cheating as her only option, and even then scoring terribly low. Despite her low grades in Japanese, she does actually have a keen interest in books; romance novels especially, as she loves listening to them as she works, one of her all-time favourites being ‘So lingers the ocean’

After reading that book, she has become increasingly “boy-crazy” and often times develop crushes incredibly quickly & even tends to fawn over some of her male classmates, however, she doesn’t actually get crushes on people, and she doesn’t actually understand that you can’t choose who you like, and so she will become incredibly confused when one of her friends complain about developing a crush on someone, as she doesn’t really get why they don’t just “pick someone else”

I might add some more to this later on but I’m Gonna be honest I’m really tired rn, so I’m gonna go to sleep 😭😭

[baura-bear]

Ahhhh you deserve all the praise!!! Gives cake

Okay so I'm very bad at endings and am perpetually always starting new projects do you have suggestions for how to end fics send help :p

Thank you!!

Advice down here:

Honestly, I struggle with endings too and I go back/edit/change my work a lot. One thing I’ve found useful is just having a friend read it and having them give feedback (if you’re comfortable with that of course). I took a creative writing class and feedback is absolutely terrifying but it’s SUUUPPER helpful. Then you can literally ask “hey do you have any good suggestions of how to end this?” As well as other questions about grammar, general flow of the story, and other small editing fixes. The best thing I learned from my creative writing teacher is that after you finish a story, reread it and change at least one thing. You might think it’s the best thing ever but even just adding an adjective or an extra sentence to describe the setting can make it better, sometimes even taking something out can improve it. (Ok I went off an a tangent sorry, back to the question)

I struggle with the ending when I feel like a part of the story is missing (see above advice). What I do is I sit down with what my initial plan for the story was, do I have all the plot points and will it make sense if I wrap it up where it is? If the answer to those are “no” then either go back and add more somewhere else, or keep writing! If you have everything you want, then it’s time to end. Sometimes an easy way to end (which honestly I’m trying to branch out from) can be a quote from one of the characters something as simple as:

“They settled into a comfortable silence which was only broken by two words before they drifted off to sleep 'good night.'"

This next ending is from a story I wrote ages ago:

"'Oh, Don’t cry.' He gently wiped the tears from Darcy’s cheeks. 'Look, I’m right here. You’re not losing me anytime soon, I promise.'"

I think using a quote is the easiest because it doesn't have to be anything crazy, it just needs to feel final and wrap it up for the reader.

If ending with a quote doesn't float your boat (that rhymed!) ending with a characters thought or small action is something you could do. here's some examples of how I did that:

"The shame tingling in the back of David’s mind started to melt away, and he found the confidence to lean forward and press a tender kiss to Jack’s lips."

Again, it's really simple, stuff could have happened after that kiss but I had decided that going farther wouldn't do anything for the plot and that the story was nicely wrapping itself up right there!

"The only thing on his mind was his friends. How far Jack would go to help him, even if I just meant spending a night on the fire escape, or drawing him a portrait perhaps."

That one is a bit cheesy but I wanted an example of how you could end it with a thought.

I hope this helped and I hope the examples helped. Endings are hard for me as well, and sometimes it takes a long time just to formulate one sentence or one paragraph that feels worthy enough to close off a story. I usually try a few endings, read them each with what I have and see what feels natural. Good luck with your writing!!!

[crispy-jpeg]

Something You Know About Me

TW: none, really

Notes: a silly little short story for a project i'm working on.

Sypnosis: You hop into a call, just for a few seconds, so you can get to know each other.

——————

“What’s your favourite color?” “Oh, we’re doing 21 questions now?”

Ezra laughed a bit, amused by the idea. “If I say yes, will you answer?” “I mean, ask away, I have no problem with it. As long as you let me ask questions about you too.

“An answer for an answer?”

“Mhmm. You know, its hard to not be curious about you.”

“Really?” You gave a stupid smile. It hit him in a way that he didn’t expect.

“Yeah, isn’t it natural to be curious about a hot guy?”

Ezra felt his face heat up. This isn’t good. If he didn’t catch himself, he might start getting attached to you. Well, that didn’t sound quite as bad as he made it seem, but he still knew that he couldn’t afford to trust it. Still, coming from you, it almost felt like you were serious…

“Oh- Ah. Uh…” His hand reached up to cover his face. He tried to avert his eyes, hoping you wouldn’t notice. His brow creased subconsciously.

You laughed, then. It had hit him like a punch to the gut.

“W-Well… Well, all I know is that I want to get to know you. I’m just as curious about you as you are of me, I assume.”

“Alright then.” He watched as you stretched, presumably preparing yourself for whatever he wanted to ask you.

“Let’s start with something simple. I did ask you for your favourite color earlier, didn’t I?”

You nodded. “Right. Well… Hmm… I don’t think I’ve ever thought about it before. I’d say blue, but that’s kind of boring, don’t you think?” “I don’t think so. Blue’s a good color.” “And an easy color. Anyone could pick blue. How about… red? Like your hair?”

He stopped and stared, fidgeting with his hair.

“My… hair?” “Yeah! Red’s a pretty color on you. Or… yellow? Like your eyes?”

“Are you just… picking colors that you see in front of you?”

A wider smile grew on your face, and you averted your eyes with a mischievous grin. You leaned your head on your hand as he furrowed his brow. “...Oops. You noticed? Haha… I wasn’t lying when I said I never thought about it before. Can’t you ask me a different question?”

Ezra sighed with a slight hint of drama to his tone, giving in and moving on.

“Alright, alright. How about… hm… What to ask…”

“How about I ask you a question?” 

Ezra blinked in surprise before straightening up.

“...Alright. Go ahead.”

“Awesome.”

Ezra watched in confusion as you reached into your drawer, pulling out a familiar looking poster. It was from a rather short-lived tv show, one that Ezra knew well.

“...Oh my god.”

“Tadaa!! I used to watch this show… like, religiously. I can’t believe I didn’t recognize you at first.”

“That poster- I- How- It only had two seasons!”

Ezra laughed in disbelief at the poster as you presented it proudly to the camera.

“I found this online! Probably a fanmade one too, cause I don’t think you appeared until halfway through the second season. But look! There you are. See?”

You pointed at a figure at the bottom, his red hair distinct amongst the darker colors he was backed up against. “Yeah. That’s- I mean- Wow.” You laughed, and Ezra could feel himself flush a little.

“Anyways. I guess my question is… What was it like filming the show? Is that a weird question to ask?”

“No, no, you’re good. I don’t really mind questions like that. I’m sort of used to those types of questions from interviews and stuff.”

“Oh really~? Guess that’s to be expected from Mister Big-Shot over here.”

You flashed a toothy grin, causing him to snicker a bit.

“Pfft. Now… hmm…”

He started with the positives, like how his fellow actors were pretty nice and forgiving to a rookie like him. He also listed a bit of the negatives, like how hot it would get sometimes on set or when the director was having a particularly rough day. Along the way, you chimed in with your own opinions on certain topics. Ezra found it charming when you went off on tangents during your conversation, and although you weren’t really paying attention when you spoke, he gave you a look of affection that really could only mean one thing. The truth was, he enjoyed hearing you talk. It showed a side to you that Ezra wouldn’t have known about otherwise, and that small fact pleased him. 

“And personally, I think it’s kind of stupid. I mean, I’m sure they’ve got talented writers, but…” “...But you think they could’ve written Cynthia better?” “No, it’s not that, it’s just… they could have made her death make more sense!”

You gestured violently with your hands, causing Ezra to laugh at your passionate reaction. He shrugged, leaning his head on his hand.

“Actually, I don’t think it was up to the writers in the first place. The actress who played Cynthia didn’t want to be a part of the show anymore, and she was leaving rather abruptly, so the writers had to figure out how to…”

He trailed off, vying for the right words to explain it. “Explain the sudden exit?” “...Well, as best as they could, anyways. That’s also why my audition was so last minute.” “Wow…” You nodded along, fascinated by the extra information you received. “Guess you really lucked out there, huh? I think you were a really good actor, for the short amount of time you were on the show.”

“I like to think its one of the better experiences from when I was first starting out.”

“I think so, too.”

Ezra glanced at the corner of his screen, blinking in surprise at what he saw. “Oh. It’s already getting pretty late.” “Huh? Really?” You glanced at the corner of your screen. “Oh, wow, you’re right. I didn’t even notice. Oh my god, I can’t believe you were supposed to ask me questions and I spent the whole conversation talking about Lottery… I am so sorry.” Ezra smiled, chuckling to himself.

“Don’t worry about it. In a weird way, I actually got to know more about you just by listening to you talk. For example, I now know you get very intense when you talk about the things you like.”

You snorted, clearly finding his idea of ‘knowing more about you’ to be amusing. You rolled your eyes, yawning a bit.

“I still feel bad,” You mutter, drowsily. “We can still get back to that first question you asked, at least before I go to bed.” Ezra perked up. “Really? Well then, I’m curious. What’s your favourite color?” You pretended to think about it for a bit, then smiled. “Red. Definitely. And it’s not because I’m naming things I see. Red’s the kind of color I find myself drawn towards the most.” Ezra tilted his head. He knew you said red as a joke before, but saying it now as your serious answer did cause some questions to be raised. “You find yourself… drawn to the color red?” “Yeah! That show has an overall red-ish color scheme, not to mention red flowers are always my first pick… And…” You glanced at him, your smile reaching your eyes. “Your bright red hair definitely drew me towards you.” “Ah-!”

You laughed, your grin never fading. He furrowed his brows and averted his eyes in embarrassment, pressing his lips into a firm line. 

“God, it’s way too late for this… Look, I’ll, um, talk to you tomorrow?” He glanced at his screen anticipating your answer. You saluted in some sort of strange goodbye greeting. “Of course. Good night!”

When the call ended, he felt his face heat up even more. At the end of the day, he was grateful to get to know you better, even if it meant enduring the random out of place compliments and occasional bold comments.

You were a strange one, weren’t you?