#IT LOOKS LIKE A SPOTLIGHT AAAA!!!!!

[the-alan-price-combo]

On this day, in 1964, the Animals performed "House of the Rising Sun" and "I'm Crying" on The Ed Sullivan Show - their first American television appearance!! 🌅🐾✨️

Thought it would be fun to make a glittery, celebratory piece for this special day! Alan certainly likes it... he likes anything that glitters, after all 👀✨️

(Glitter effects under the cut!)

[bugsinshoes]

OKAYOKAYOKAYOAY SOOOOO

i CANNOT stop thinking about musical falls. GENUINELY. it rotted my brain. SO! i've spent a bit of time doodling and coming up with ideas for how BILL would be presented on stage.

firstly, we have 2-D Bill/Pre-Weirdmageddon Bill. the idea i had for this form is that we'd use a spotlight tinted with a yellow gel and on top of that there'd be a gobo (stencil) of Bill's triangular form.

(examples of how that'd look onstage)

pros- spotlights can effortlessly move around stage without physically interfering with actors, also it mirrors how in the show, he's limited to the mindscape and how he doesn't have a physical form yadda yadda yadda (you get my idea)

cons- not much movement/expression. also kind of a disembodied voice? Bill is very expressive so it'd be hard to showcase something like that on a cut out stencil of him.

ANOTHER IDEA (i just had now as i'm writing this): Bill projection !!

so, it'd be a projected image of Bill which would be able to be animated so THAT solves the issue of the previous idea. plus i'm sure there'd be a way to move the projection around the stage if needed.

uhhh anyways !! back to my original ideas !!!!

obviously everything i've just mentioned is for 2-D Bill, but HERE is where it gets exciting. when Bill gains his physical form during Weirdmageddon.

so, when Bill gains a physical form, i had 3 ideas:

IDEA 1- Lin Manuel Miranda as Bill.

now, in my previous post about musical falls, i was kind of /j ing the idea, but i think it'd be genuinely hilarious. imagine this, duing the whole musical, bill is this 2-dimensional projection, kinda eerie. makes you think "how is he gonna look once he gains a physical body?" then BOOM its Lin Manuel Miranda. obviously his costume would be a waistcoat and jacket combo (something similar to how i drew him in my past post) but yeah. that's really the only reason. it'd be funny. idk.

IDEA 2- Puppet Bill.

this Bill would be more canon-accurate, still in his triangle form, except he'd be puppeted by someone. now, this comes with the same problem as gobo-bill. LACK OF EXPRESSION. he's stuck to one emotion/"facial" expression. (also i have no idea how puppets work. if anyone with more knowledge than me wants to add on/constructively criticise, you're welcome to!) i didn't really expand/think too much about this idea either soooo.....

IDEA 3 (my favourite)-

drag. bill.

i really like this idea. now, i'm no costume designer, nor do i do drag (so apologies if i've gotten anything wrong) but i think this would be something really cool to see on stage. the shape language of the costume, alongside a gorgeous makeup look, AS WELL as it being a real person acting, really feels like a good direction to go in, as it would allow full movement, gestures, and expressions !! (hooray!!) also i really need to see an awesome Bill-inspired drag look onstage. it'd be awesome.

ANYWAYS THAT'S IT !! THOSE ARE MY IDEAS !!!

this is all for fun as i KNOW this won't ever become an IRL stage production (probably) but a guy can dream. i just had so much fun coming up with ideas for the heck of it sooo !!!

another MASSIVE thanks to @fordtato for making that video about musical falls. i think i'm obsessed.

AAAA THAT'S ALL !!!! :D

[merakiui]

I wrote this whole thing out already tbh but I accidentally reloaded my tab 😭 so I have to type it out again 💔. I'm sorry if the first one somehow sent already and you get this twice

But nono that is Absolutely an NBC dress!! I see the vision!! I am personally not as big of a Rollo fan but I DO think he is a fascinating little bug. I'm putting him in a little jar under a big ol' magnifying glass and observing him for forever. I like that Masquerade offered us a look at other mage schools and how they work, what villains they're based on, etc. I really appreciate him for that. I did actually really enjoy what we got to learn about him too. Fun stuff! Love Masquerade.

AAAA fashion and eel blessings! I'm so honored :D!! Tbh Floyd has always been much much kinder in gacha than his brother ever has been,, so even tho I loved Jade first maybe I should give that other eel his proper chance. Since he seems to love my keys so much lol

I totally forgive on the forgetting to answer tho it's okay 😭!! These asks get very long. It's bound to happen! Obey Me had that update though a few months ago and it's been a godsend so far!! I played for forever but my cards weren't ever strong enough to reach the later story :( so I'm really glad Nightbringer offers the full thing for free so I can binge read!!

Since I brought up other games though,, I've been wanting to ask actually if you've ever looked into Diabolik Lovers? If you haven't and ever want to... I do want to warn you that the anime is NOT very good unfortunately </3. It's one of those animes that's just kind of a really shitty ad for whatever it's original media form was. It skips out a lot of important lore/character info, and doesn't really showcase each character properly since it tried very hard to focus on just 1 brother and failed. So the ganes/translations are 100% the way to go.

I bring it up tho bc it's my fave character's birthday today :D!! Ohh,, Reiji Sakamaki the strange little specimen you are <3 <3 my lovely wife that drugs people. I adore him. I think tbh you could like him too based on the stuff you usually talk and write about here. But obviously I could be very wrong! No way to actually know.

- :3

AAAA the horror of reloading the tab... I've done that too many times. T_T I know the pain well. </3

YES!!! Glomas gave us so much!!! It's one of my favorite twst events. Being able to see what other magic schools are like and how they function (NBC having a student council in contrast to NRC's Housewarden system). I really hope there will be more events like it! I'd love an event where the RSA students are given more spotlight or an RSA-centric event!!! It would be so exciting!!!!

:O giving Floyb a proper chance...... may he come home so quickly!!! May he jump into your arms enthusiastically!! It's Jade's loss for being so stubborn in coming home. >:( no hugs for that eel.

That feature is so helpful and nifty omg!!!! I want to finish the main story and learn more from where I stopped a while back. ;;;; after becoming a Jade enjoyer, my eyes have opened to Barbatos hehe.

DIABOLIK LOVERS OMG...... now that's a name I haven't heard in a long time. I did indeed watch the anime many years ago, but I actually haven't delved too deeply into the translations of the game. I might have to because,,,, vampire....... cool,,,, pretty,,, deranged.... orz the sheer grip those brothers had on me...

Please forgive my late reply!!!! >_< your wife's birthday has since passed, but that doesn't mean we can't still celebrate Reiji Sakamaki, the wife ever!!!!!! <3 I think my taste in fictional men has refined with my age because the polite (as a front) types (Reiji, Kyoya, Jade, Sebastian, etc etc) were never my preference, but now I am LOOKING. 👁 👁 I think I need Mr. Reiji carnally.

[wisecrackingeric-2]

Hello~ I hope it’s okay to ask you about characters- if not, then you can ignore this 😅

I was just wondering what Luis’s eye color is? When I searched it up it said grey/ brown. When I see close up pics of his eyes, sometimes they look a bit light and cool toned? I’m not good at telling colors so I wanted to know what you think 🙏 (I hope this makes sense 💦)

AAAAAAAAAAA HIHIHIHIHI HELLO!!!!!!! I ABSOLUTELY A D O R E GETTING ASKS SO NEVER EVER FEEL AWKWARD THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING I LOVE TALKING!!!!!!!!

So Luis’ eyes are REALLY WEIRD cuz you’re ABSOLUTELY RIGHT in that from a distance they look brown- and I think MOST people had that same assumption that they were brown (at least I did HCNEHENEJ) for a LONG TIME before proper freecam modes n stuff were made but they’re actually a warm grey!!!!!!

These photos look a lil silly cuz the spotlight is shining directly on him but they’re definitely a warm grey!!!!! Again it’s just WEIRDLY hard to tell cuz from a distance they just??? Look like a dark brown?????? So I see a lot of artists (myself included just outta habit HFNWHENEHE) draw him with brown eyes anyways!!!!!!

Like for example his base model looks like it has dark brown eyes???? so you’re NOT ALONE IN STRUGGLING, TRYING TO TELL WHAT COLOR THEY ARE IS SO HARD AHENEHFNDUSNS

(I also just use this base model and other freecam mode photos for color refs just in general!!!!! Like for his dark skin tone, his hair being an almost soft dark brown, his jacket being a weird dark purple color etc etc!!!!) ((Also interestingly enough a lot of native/indigenous peoples from around the area Valdelobos is supposed to be in/nearby those areas also apparently commonly have that same warm grey color eyes which could possibly be a hint to his heritage which I find really interesting!!!!!!!!))(((A L S O ALSO fun fact he has a super faint scar underneath his left eye!!!!)))

AAAA IM SO SORRY THIS HAS TURNED INTO A GIANT WALL OF TEXT I HOPE YOU DONT MIND AJSNWHDNDUXJSI BUT IF YOU WANT ANY REFERENCES LIKE. AT A L L IN TERMS OF LITERALLY ANYTHING NOSE EYES RINGS ETC IVE GOT. SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSOSOSOSO MANY JUST DM ME!!!!!!!!!!!

[boopshoops]

Hello Hello!

I drew Yuu Shi and our Yuus together 👐

Yuu Shi was only able to get 2 photos ( Giving up the photo is like Yuya giving up their memory so it was a difficult task)

SC R E A M???? AAAA???

THIS IS SOOOO CUTE RAAAAAAA LOOK AT HER UNDER HER LITTLE SPOTLIGHT!!!

Also her and Yuya 🥺🥺🥺🥺 I LOVE that dynamic idea too! Always both at the center of chaos for one reason or another, having VERY different ways of going about it. Yuu REVELS in the spotlight, so if Yuya decides to stick around her, there may be even more drama than before 😭💕

THANK YOU SMMMMM I LOVE THISSS 💕💕💕💕

[achillean-knight]

Nearing the end of Mettamay! Recap and thoughts :D (This is just for fun lol)

I think this is the part where I drop off of drawing for Mettamay AAAA But hey, I did really good though! (imo ofc!) The number of days I did and how much I drew MTT himself was insane 👀👀👀

In total I accomplished days: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 10, 12, 14, 15, 16, 18, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27! So in total, 21 days! Holy shit LMFAO VERY proud at my commitment yo, I kinda wanna do this again next year if it's on! >:D (just remind me bc I WILL forget probably)

I've mostly dropped off by now, just bc I can't think of what to draw, and my motivation has moved to updating oc's for Art Fight BAHA But the fact I made it so far--- bonkers, bro, absolutely bonkers. This was INCREDIBLY fun and got me through pretty bad burnout, so yah! It was honestly very relaxing to just draw Mettaton for 21 days JHSDGHSD

Also, shout out to Mettamay for getting me to experiment with art aswell! Notably, I've become more comfortable not fully rendering with a painterly style, rather, just using a single pen brush in my software and doing pretty decent cell shading(?), which is epic as bc painting takes... SOOOO long JHDF

And honestly, imo to end off Mettamay for MYSELF Imma rank my favourite pieces I've done for this month, just to look back on and just for funsies KEKEKE

VV - UNDER THE CUT! BC THIS POST IS LONG AS HELL - VV

TO RECAP FOR MYSELF, My favourite pieces were these:

FIRST:

Mostly bc I am so SO happy with the rendering and colours JKSDHGFSD

SECOND:

First siting of me doing decent rendering in the whole of this challenge 🫵 This one was specifically a blast. The pose- not too great, but for me who is pretty shit at poses, I'm VERYYYYY happy with it >:D Very epic to see I also accomplished kinda comic-like background graphics, dunno how I did it JKHJGHSFGSDJ

THIRD:

i'm kinda insane about my AU MTT. Salty I forgot the weird cape banner wing things but I love this piece nonetheless ;;w;;! I'm so happy with the design, and getting the chance to draw it for Mettamay was a blast.

LASTLY/SPECIAL MENTION The amount of ghost MTT's I drew have to get their own spotlight. I had so so much fun drawing his ghost form, and honestly? NEW COMFORT CHARACTER UNLOCKED KJSHJHFDG

Who knew a hot pink ghost of my design would become a comfort PFFT Very happy at his design development since the first one LMAO Bro got edgier hair JHGGFJS thanks to my AU ghost MTT also having edgy af hair KJHJHSDJKDDHSDSJ

BUT YEAH Overall, Metta May was a BLAST And now that I experimented with drawing Mettaton, I think I'm comfortable drawing more of him now >:3 Just--- when motivation hits me LOL

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[impetuous-impulse]

Aaaa this is such a cool concept!! I really love exploring the concept of legacy and historical perspectives and how that impacts our characterisation of historical figures. Taking fact and transforming it into something with literary meaning just hits differently. I wonder what Napoleon and his marshals are doing in this strange fairytale afterlife and if they're being summoned by someone to do battle like in a certain game....

Your descriptions are strongly characteristic. I wonder if Lannes is visually banged up in that dream world as he was in Aspern-Essling. I'm also just imagining Murat moving through this world with a whole array of mirrors arranged around him. Possibly a portable closet of his clothing as well. And a herd of already-saddled horses.

Roi Nicolas, a hunched plunderer! Don't forget his paintings! Soult makes me wonder if the people morph in the dream world according to who is perceiving them, because the English really loved him during Victoria's coronation. Would he appear as a "grand old man" of the July Monarchy, still awkward and stiff, but crowned with honour instead of deceit and notriety? (This also makes me wonder if the foe-yay intensity of Ney and Soult's rivalry was a product of Anglo propaganda, because the English mostly fought them in the Peninsula and the only thing they did in the Peninsula was bicker with each other.)

I really like the detail of Ney being chained. In my opinion, he isn't just chained by his bravery and honour, but his manner of death and those he left behind. The main reason his wife and children got any spotlight was because they spent their entire lives trying to rehabilitate him. In some ways, he is not allowed to rest because of their invocation of his name as well as his unjust manner of death.

Little Drummer Boy Victor who played many instruments with ease until the end of his life whose disposition is sunny but whose mind is guilty aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! I think he wouldn't just be haunted by Ney, but all the people he has dismissed or left on half-pay during his presidency of the commission examining the conduct of officers of all grades which had served in the Hundred Days. I think it would be fitting for him to hear their voices, and for him to try and drown them out by playing his drum/bugle/clarinet/violin and all that.

What other perceptions of the marshals and generals are there? Saint-Cyr feels like he's encased himself in a fortress of ice because of neglect and loss. The best equivalent is one of those salty broken icebergs on the Antartic ocean. Desaix, by contrast, has a warm beating heart, despite his early death. I always associate Masséna with requisitions, so I can imagine him fused with a chest of gold and plunder or something. There's Marmont, the traitor, who I imagine looks hideous and even more ogre-like than Napoleon to everyone except Junot, the friend of his youth. Is Davout literally made of iron here? Is Oudinot even intact? What fun it would be to imagine!

Your AU has spawned another AU idea for me, where the marshals and generals operate the dream avatars you made for them in some kind of combat, similar to mecha shows crossed with fantasy (for the avatar projection element). But this would be a modern AU, mostly because I want to see Lannes calling Soult "Jeandy" mockingly and see Soult scream at him for that without 19th-century constraints

Inspired by the rambling I did on @impetuous-impulse ‘s posts I had an inkling of a marshalate fic idea that I probably won’t write because it has a bit of conceptual overlap with Night At The Marshalate and I need to poke that

But basically some kind of surreal dreamlike fic where Napoleon and the marshals are in a strange fairytale afterlife where their personas and appearances are shaped by their legacies and historical viewpoints, and the disconnect between that and how they remember themselves to be and yeah that’s another layer of inaccurate interpretation via me but we need to cut off that infinite regression

But also, and historical RPF shippingness ahead:

Napoleon would be grandiose, short, a towering conqueror, statuesque and beautiful but also monstrous and hungry

And you contrast this with Lannes who was struck down in his prime as the Roland or Achilles of the Grande Armee, a knight-hero beloved and flattened into bravery and tragedy

But even if Napoleon is an ogre or a tyrant or a beast or a mythologised marble statue, this knight-hero Lannes will follow him loyally even into the night

(And then you have Roi Nicolas Soult characterised by a slanderous tortured ambition, holding a crowned laughing mask over his scowling face

Fiery Ney burning forever in defiance, and how he haunts those who outlived him, a veritable Marley in chains of bravery and honour-

Haunting the “little drummer boy” Victor of the sunny face and guilty mind

Scintillating Murat who has been characterised as a foppish idiot who didn’t know what to do with power, looking into cracked mirrors

I could keep going on but look weird dreamlike fairytales is a genre I enjoy way too much)

And yes this is also inspired by fgo napoleon I think Murat is peak Rider and Lannes is peak Saber

[ackerfics]

can i please request for late night road trips with not-yet-boyfriend levi ackerman? they're pining for one another and wanted to know each other on a deeper level. so, they went on an impromptu road trip at night and they had deep talks <3 tysm aaaa

ready to love  — levi ackerman

— levi ackerman x female reader (modern au)

— warnings: none, just fluff <3

— summary: levi is one of your best friends but before he became one, he admitted to having feelings for you. and now with an impromptu hang-out, you started to realize that he's more than just a friend all these years.

— word count: 6.6k

— author’s notes: i'm so sorry for replying to this request late aaaaa i hope this poorly edited fic will compensate for your wait njwebj i can't help but put the new song of seventeen as the title because i'm obsessed with it since their mini album released. btw, i think i didn't comprehend your request that well so i apologize in advance if it's starting to drift away from the main theme of your request dnwbje happy reading and thank you for requesting !! <333

i can't help but imagine a much taller levi every time i write something set in the modern world lmao and i actually tried a different writing style for his point of view so i hope it works out ksksks

reblogs are greatly appreciated !!

You don’t know where you can place your relationship with Levi Ackerman.

He confessed to you out of the blue while walking you back to your dorm after working on a group project together. To say you were surprised was an understatement because that man has never talked to you outside of your academic requirements. Hell, the first sentence he said to you was about splitting the workload and he looked ready to bury you more than six feet under the ground with his indifferent eyes. When he confessed to you, an unhurried ‘Please hear me out, I have feelings for you for some time now’, you actually didn’t know what to say. You racked your brain for your interactions with him that might give away his supposed feelings for you but it came into a blank. In the end, he managed to continue with a flushed face that he will wait for your answer no matter how long it takes. You had no choice but to nod in understanding. Your voice didn’t come until you went inside your room, with your roommate, Hange, asking what made you look like you saw a ghost.

Can you blame yourself though? You never had someone confess to you before. You always do those things, never the other party. It was mainly the reason why you avoided relationships since you last confessed to a person you liked during high school. That was a nasty experience — them saying you’re not their type hit you closer at home than you anticipated. In short, confessing to someone is a savage thing to do if you don’t want to get hurt while letting go of your feelings.

Levi confessing to you, however, happened in your second year in college.

Oh, how you wanted to go back to those times because being a college senior wasn’t for you at all. You groaned when you noticed that you forgot to buy your daily coffee from the university café. You’re running late for a lecture so you had no choice but to jog a little to avoid being in the spotlight. The fucking door to the lecture hall is in the front of the seats and you don’t want to experience being the center of attention just because you’re late for a couple of minutes. Plus, the professor you have for this class isn’t compassionate and understanding at all.

Thankfully, you arrived seconds before your professor entered the lecture hall. You didn’t even drink your version of a serotonin boost, much less eat a balanced breakfast, so you were already drifting every fifteen minutes of the class. You promised yourself that you’ll be serious for your senior year, not that you weren’t taking your previous years in college seriously, but you needed to focus since it’s your final year before graduate school. More like a New Year’s resolution but make it a resolution for a new academic year that you always narrate in your mind but you failed to always make it happen. But it was starting to be draining listening to your professor drone the theories and applications when you have an empty stomach and zero social battery. The whole time you were sitting in the middle of the seats was spent staring mindlessly at the projected slide and your iPad. Your notes weren’t even that legible anymore.

With a final reminder of your college thesis (you had a small internal meltdown at this), your professor dismissed you after three hours of lecture.

“Hey, [Name],” came a familiar voice behind you.

You turned around and flashed a small smile at the person. Even though you always have a drained social battery when it comes to interacting with your classmates, there are still some exceptions to your little solitary moment, and the person calling for your name is one of them. “Hey, Nanaba,” you greeted the tall blonde and waited for her to reach you so that you can walk together out of the building.

“I saw that you didn’t take down that many notes this class so I wanted to tell you that I’ll be sending my notes in your school mail later,” she told you while hiking her bag on her shoulder. “You look out of it.” Nanaba rose a hand to feel your forehead. “Are you feeling alright, love? Did you stay up late because of your readings again?” She has this habit of calling her friends terms of endearment and it didn’t fail to make your heart warm. “I think you should go back to your apartment to give this day a rest. Self-care is always important and should be put first, you know?”

You chuckled, taking her hand and patting it gently. “I know. But I still have another lecture in about,” you looked at your phone, smiling at the photo of you and Levi after turning it on, “twenty minutes and it’s in the Science Department. I might have a free afternoon so I’ll use that time for sleeping.” You sighed, smiling at Nanaba who was looking at you with a knowing smirk. You rose an eyebrow at her in confusion. “What?”

“For a person who says they’re just friends, you still have that picture as your lock screen,” Nanaba teased, pointing at your phone.

You felt your cheeks go warm, looking away from your friend and fixing your attention on a group of students doing a round of review for an exam in the courtyard. One of them recognized you and rose a hand in a slight wave. Armin Arlert, the first-year who asked you for directions and advice knowing that you two belong in the same department. You returned his wave with a smile before glancing at Nanaba, who was still smiling smugly. “It’s cute,” you murmured under your breath with a jut of your bottom lip. “Plus, he’ll think there’s something wrong if I change it. And for your information, it was Hange who told me that it’s alright to put it as my wallpaper. We’re really just friends.”

“Hmm, now why is that?”

“It’s not what you think! I mean, he’s one of my best friends and I sort of appreciate him by putting this picture as my lock screen.”

Nanaba continued humming with a half-smile. You were so cute when you were flustered and the tall blonde couldn’t help but tease you some more. It was true that Levi’s one of your best friends despite having confessed to you when you were sophomores (Nanaba doesn’t know this fact) but the blonde could tell that something was underlying in your friendship. Friends don’t just casually kiss each other on the corner of the lips whenever they meet after a long day in university. Maybe Nanaba was looking too much into this because today, you can be platonically in love with your friends but the way Levi looked at you every time beholds something more than friendship. If Nanaba could place it in words, Levi is madly in love with you. Well, she doesn’t hang out with your friend group but she can tell when Levi picks you up sometimes.

It’s quite fun being a bystander to all of this so Nanaba patted you on the head as a way to stop her teasing. She will have to gossip about this to Hange later.

“Trust me, you won’t be friends any longer.” The blonde looked up and nearly cackled at a familiar man waiting for you at the nearby bench. “Well, speaking of your little devil, he’s here, [Name].”

“What?” You asked, looking up from your phone. Hange texted you about getting some groceries because they forgot to buy them yesterday. It was quite amusing rooming with Hange for your entire college experience, from the dormitories to renting out a decent apartment. Rather than getting mad at them for their antics, you found them endearing. You looked around with furrowed eyebrows. “Where?”

Nanaba gently guided your head to look at somewhere to the right. “There.”

True enough, Levi was casually sitting on one of the benches, scrolling through something on his phone. It was as if he felt you staring at him so he looked up directly in your direction, pocketing his phone and slinging his backpack over his shoulder right after. There was a familiar large cup in his other hand and it made you crave your coffee again. He never took his eyes off of you as he made his way over, glancing at Nanaba and nodding at her once he reached the two of you.

“Hey, Nanaba,” Levi greeted, tugging on a piece of your hair to get you out of your daze.

Nanaba’s smile made you narrow your eyes. (Levi tugged on your hair again to catch your attention.) “Hello, Levi.” She then perked up, not liking the way Nanaba wiggled her eyebrows at you. “I’m meeting up with Nifa for some late breakfast so I hope to see you guys later. And, [Name],” Nanaba pointedly looked at you, “think about what I said earlier. Rest and do things that can make you feel relaxed. Play your games or read a book, just don’t grind for academics for one second. Levi, keep an eye on her. Bye!” The tall blonde turned around and bounded off to the opposite direction of where Nifa’s department building is.

You didn’t notice Levi squinting at how you stared incredulously at a retreating Nanaba. The whole time he made his presence known, you didn’t give him the greeting you always exchange together. You heard a faint, “Hey,” near your ear. It made you turn to Levi, only for your voice to disappear when he leaned in to give you the usual kiss on the corner of your lips. The contact lingered for a couple of seconds so you returned it as soft as you can. However, Levi slightly turned his head to meet your pretty eyes, with your kiss landed at the center of his lips instead. The two of you stare wide-eyed at each other, not comprehending what transpired at the moment. As much as it ensued both of your heartbeats to pound in a song, Levi made sure to capture you with his stare. Your face started to become warm when you saw his face being painted with rouge as you pulled away.

Levi lightly licked his bottom lip. “You taste like watermelon.”

If the world stopped when you accidentally brushed your lips against his, his words just made an uncontrollable torpedo of butterflies flutter the insides of your stomach and chest. You hitched your backpack on your shoulders and walked away from him with fast footsteps. Nanaba was right, you two weren’t ‘just friends’ at all. There was something behind every gesture that made your body tingle with emotions that weren’t supposed felt for a close friend. You tried so hard to bottle everything up, resorting to thinking about Levi deep into the night whenever you have some backlogs to finish. After his confession during your sophomore year, you saw him in a completely different light. This man who was just a passing face in your day became one of the many people you look forward to talking to. Once he started being your friend, Levi made you feel loved and special through his little actions that sometimes, you wish it didn’t give you butterflies every damn time. You even wonder if Levi forgot about his feelings for you as the years go by.

What they said was true — that you’ll slowly notice the person who expressed their feelings for you.

You heard footsteps following close by but you didn’t have any strength to stop and turn around, fearing that looking at Levi right now could make your brain malfunction. A gentle hold on your wrist held you back, slightly turning you around, and yet you could only fix your stare on the pavement.

“Don’t be sorry, okay? It’s my fault. A-And it’s not like I don’t like it.”

You looked at him through your eyelashes, feeling his thumb rub the inside of your wrist. He was wistfully looking down where his hand was wrapping around your wrist before meeting your eyes, the eye contact spanning more than eternity. Once again, your face felt warm. “I don’t mind it either,” you whispered.

“G-Good to know.” He let go of your wrist to scratch his undercut. “Uhm, here’s my drink. I have an inkling that you didn’t get to order your coffee earlier so here you go.” Levi handed you his tall cup of hot tea, slightly raising his eyebrow when you only stared at it. “What? You don’t want it? There’s still caffeine in here, you know?”

“Are you sure?” You slowly asked him because you know how Levi cherishes his daily tea from the university café. One time, Hange reached out for a sip and Levi smacked their hand so hard that you had to apply ice on her hand. Levi apologized for that only because you made him feel guilty about it. After that incident, you, Hange, and Erwin always made sure to buy your own drinks when you have your hang-outs. “I don’t want to have a repeat of what you did to Hange.”

His shoulders shake in a silent laugh. “No, I will never hurt you. Four-eyes had it coming anyway because they didn’t ask for my permission but I’m genuinely offering this to you so it’s kind of different.” Levi fiddled with a lock of your hair and you felt your cheeks becoming warm again. “Are you just going to stare at me like I’m your worst nightmare or are you going to take it?”

You shook your head. “No, you’re not my worst nightmare and I’ll be accepting this because you so graciously offered it to me.” With a soft smile, you took the cup of tea from his hand and took a sip. At the taste of the sweet drink, you hummed in contentment. Nothing beats a good, sweet, and warm drink to fill up your serotonin levels every morning. You detect a slight scent of strawberries and a small amount of milk in the tea, wondering when Levi started asking for add-ons in his drinks. You always remembered his favored drink since you were sometimes tasked with telling the counter your orders and it was always black tea with nothing at all. You narrowed your eyes at him from over the rim of the cup, detecting the delighted shine in his gray eyes. “You don’t put anything in your tea. Especially sweeteners and milk.”

Levi shrugged with a small smile, ruffling your hair before wrapping his arm around your shoulders to steer you to your next class. “I wanted to have something for a change.” He glanced at you from the side of his eyes. “From the way you’re drinking it, I think it’s a good idea to change my order for the day. You need it more than me anyway. I can manage a day without some tea from the uni’s café. I make better tea than them, to be honest.”

You laughed at his last statement, slightly leaning on him. You felt his hand transfer from your shoulder to your waist.

“Is this alright?” Levi whispered in your ear.

“Yeah,” you hummed, praying that Levi wouldn’t hear your heart racing in your chest.

You seriously don’t know when you started falling in love with him but the present is all that matters.

Levi knew exactly when he started falling in love with her.

It was a coincidence that his schedule matched up with her but it wasn’t a coincidence that she caught his attention while walking out of a class with Erwin during freshman year. His tall friend was telling him about a new book that was coming out. All Levi could remember from his gushing was how the book had unknown creatures in them that made the blonde excited enough to buy it. Something was occupying Levi’s mind that muddled his memory of what Erwin was talking about. Actually, it wasn’t something. A girl walked out of the building they were walking along by and Levi felt his curiosity piqued, Erwin’s words becoming static as his gray stare never left her. She wasn’t even wearing flashy clothes but the moment she turned her head in their direction as if she was looking for something, Levi’s heart stuttered in his chest.

She’s so fucking beautiful to him — like the shooting star he found mesmerizing while he was stargazing with his mother when he was twelve. The whole minute was spent just looking at her, seeing how she shifted her attention to the other side of the courtyard before bringing her pretty eyes to him again. He saw how her eyebrows slightly furrowed at his gawking, irises glinting with suspicion. Levi didn’t realize he stopped walking when Erwin jogged back to him, checking to see what made his friend stop. Levi didn’t even register that Erwin was beside him once again as he watched her wave at a tall brown-haired person.

“Hey, Erwin, who is that?”

Erwin followed his gaze to the pair walking away, looking back at Levi who was still looking at the girl. He chuckled before patting his friend on the shoulder. “That’s [Name] if I can recall correctly. She’s also in my Statistics class. She’s pretty much a quiet person most of the time but when you try to approach her kindly, she’ll warm up eventually. The person with them is Hange, her roommate, I think. Why do you ask?”

“Nothing.”

It was not nothing, of course, because Levi found himself looking all over the campus for just a glimpse of the girl. She was very much like a passing wisp every time Levi walked down the hallways of the different buildings of their university. For a huge campus, there was no chance of seeing the girl again and Levi was left with the remnants of her in his memory. No matter how much he convinced himself that it was an attraction that he felt when he first saw her, Levi would always crane his head over the crowds, wishing that he could float on a cloud to overlook everyone else. All to search her. And finding her was like a stroke of luck because Erwin showed him an Instagram account with pictures of her. Levi followed the account without any second thought. That only added to his never-ending curiosity and interest for the girl named [Name], making his chest blossom with red carnations and yellow tulips.

Levi was perfectly content with admiring her from afar. Their paths sometimes intertwined with each other whenever there were events around the campus. She was always with that tall, talkative brown-haired person that Levi was starting to think that maybe she already gave her heart to another. But that didn’t stop him from glancing at her if they were in the same vicinity. Levi couldn’t fathom how a person could be that pretty without even trying – mesmerized at every action she did no matter how small it is. Everything paled in comparison whenever she’s around.

He always knew that he was the kind of person who never delved deeper into strange connections with others, relying on interactions to further deepen the bond they already established. This is the case with every person Levi encountered in his life. His hometown friends, Isabel and Farlan, and even Erwin were prime examples. Nobody could ever break down his well-crafted walls with just a single word. It wasn’t that [Name] was an exception (she still didn’t earn his permission to enter his life simply because they never talked once) but Levi will readily shed his guard little by little upon knowing what kind of person she is. Too bad Levi was too shy to approach her. The rest of his first year in university was spent complying with the requirements of his courses and thinking so hard on his newly-accumulated feelings for a girl he doesn’t know anything about (except for the little posts her roommate writes on Twitter, tagging her in some of them). He decided that if everything was unrequited, he will do himself the favor to confess to her and let the feelings go because it wouldn’t benefit him in the end.

Everything came into place when he was in sophomore year.

Every shred of his plan of burying his feelings for the girl vanished like a wisp he saw on the night sky.

“Please hear me out, I have feelings for you for some time now.”

Levi knew that was a wrong move. If this was a chess game, he was already risking his king of being placed in checkmate. He had no control over his mouth when it came to her and he hated himself for that. It might be the comfortable atmosphere they established or it could be that Levi found her beautiful under the stars, but he knew that his feelings were overflowing to the point that he couldn’t hold it in anymore. Her shocked face was piercing, hurting him in the best way possible because she still looked pretty. The disbelief painted on her face was enough for Levi to realize how stupid he was at blurting out his feelings.

But fate thought it would be funny to make them closer as friends after that incident.

The late-night musings immediately stopped when the next song played in Levi’s earphones. He was doing revisions in one of his courses, his desk piled up with readings and highlighters that were still aligned beside the papers. He ran his hand through his hair, making it flop on his forehead. The weight of being a senior was getting to him as he let himself fall back on his desk chair. The little glow-in-the-dark star stickers [Name] placed on his ceiling greeted his vision. She was cute while reaching up on the small ladder Levi placed in the middle of the room. Levi remembered how she slipped and how she snuggly fit in his arms in a desperate attempt to catch her. He shook his head to quell his fast heartbeat, every single thought revolving around the young woman rendering him breathless. The moment his stomach growled, Levi straightened himself in his seat and took a deep breath.

His phone was then in his hands, his fingers typing out a message without second thoughts.

Hey, I’ll be picking you up in ten.

With a pounding heartbeat, Levi put on one of his jackets before taking his car keys. Locking his apartment, he went out and drove to her shared apartment with Hange. The moment he parked his car, he went out and leaned himself on the door to the passenger seat. Levi was preoccupied with reading some of the tweets in his timeline when he heard the sliding doors to the apartment complex open to a very concerned [Name]. She ran towards him and patted his tense figure before turning his head from one side to another as if searching for any injuries. Her sigh of relief followed as she placed her hands on his chest.

“I thought something went wrong.” Her dazzling eyes looked up at him, narrowed yet captivating at the same time. “You rarely text something that cryptic, Levi.”

Levi said nothing, his silver eyes roaming on her figure. With a hum, he cupped her face with a gentle hand and wrapped his other arm around her waist, pulling her flush against his front. He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss on the corner of her lips, hearing her breath hitch. His heart accelerated once again at the thought of kissing her fully on the mouth. If he could just tilt his head a little bit more to the right, he would’ve done that. He couldn’t forget the taste of her watermelon chapstick earlier, how intoxicating it was that it distracted him from all of his lectures. Not to mention that the hoodie she was wearing was one of his. The physical contact lingered for a few moments until they stared at each other, Levi’s thumb rubbing on the apple of her cheek. The warmth on their faces could be picked up at their proximity. Levi wished he could stop time right here but he remembered how hungry he was.

Pulling his face away from her mesmerized one, Levi caressed the small of her back. “I’m hungry.”

[Name]’s love-struck face turned into a reprimanding one. “You didn’t eat dinner again, did you?”

He shrugged. “Sue me.”

The woman in his arms sighed before turning around to gesture him to follow her. “Come in the apartment. I know Hange won’t mind if I cook for you at this hour. They’ll probably even rejoice you’ll grace them with your presence at this late evening.” She felt his grip around her tighten. “Levi?”

“Let’s drive around town.” Levi prayed that she wouldn’t see how his cheeks became red. “I want to spend this night with you. Alone.”

It looked like [Name] wasn’t breathing as she stared at her close friend. “Oh.” The locks of her hair fluttered from the wind as she looked at the side to hide her warming face. This man will be the death of her someday. It wasn’t fair that he was constantly running his mouth to say things that can make her heart stutter in her chest. “Uhm, sure, but I’m actually dressed for bed right now. I hope that’s okay with you?”

“You’re perfect either way.” Levi tugged at the hem of the hoodie [Name] was wearing with a half-smile. “I’d rather stare at how you look good with my clothes on.” When he continued tugging, he caught a glimpse of a very familiar shirt below the thick material of the hoodie. “And is this my old jersey from the volleyball team? You still kept it? It’s so worn out, you know.”

“It’s comfortable,” she smiled, fiddling with the ends of his hoodie. A laugh laced with playful disbelief bubbled in her chest. “I still couldn’t imagine you playing volleyball during freshman year,” she stated as Levi pulled her to the vehicle. Once the two of them settled in the warm confines of Levi’s car, [Name] turned to him with a grin. “I swear, I didn’t even know that fact until last year when Erwin randomly said it.”

“It’s not that important, to be honest. I was roped in because somebody practically shoved the application form in my hands while Erwin and I were walking around the welcoming booths at the start of freshman year. It was a chaotic mess and I couldn’t return it because the person got swallowed by the crowd. I didn’t know what came over me to join. All I know is that I can’t juggle academics and sports at the same time so I quit in sophomore year. I couldn’t get used to it, I guess.” Levi steered the car to the nearest McDonald’s, his hand comfortably placed on [Name]’s bare thigh (she was wearing shorts, a fact that always distracted Levi), rubbing on her skin until he felt warm in his side of the car. “What about you, any secret clubs you forgot to mention to me?”

[Name] hummed before Levi felt her fingers tracing the back of his hand. He mindlessly turned his hand palm up for their fingers to entwine, gaze focused on the road. “I once joined the softball team.”

“What?” Levi glanced at her for a second. “Really? When was that?”

“Same as you. At the start of freshman year. I quit before that academic year ended because I thought being on a sports team would take too much of my time. Hange was probably the one who convinced me to join the university team. They said that I should also focus on my physical fitness because I was acting like a slug most of the time in our dorm.” She chuckled at the memory, wistfully staring at the blinking cityscape as they passed by some of the establishments in their side of the town. “They even pinpointed my many mannerisms just to rile me up and eventually I joined.” Levi glanced at her once again, the sight of her measuring their hands together making him smile a little. “I had no idea how the sport works. The senior in the team was kind enough to teach me the basics but it wasn’t for me at all.”

“I understand,” Levi replied, turning the car to the right until they saw the sign of the fast-food restaurant ahead of them. “Peer pressure sucks. Especially if that friend is Four-eyes. I hate it when they put me in the hot seat sometimes.”

[Name] laughed. “That’s Hange for you. They mean well though.”

“For you, I guess. For me, I’m starting to think they’re trying to embarrass me.” He squeezed her hand to catch her attention. “Hey, should we order in the drive-thru?”

“Works for me.”

Levi nodded and drove towards the drive-thru of the building. Once their order was packed in paper bags, he handed them to [Name], who happily gasped when she saw that he ordered the strawberry shake she always bought. When everything is in place, Levi focused on the road again until he felt something poke his lips. He looked down on a piece of French fry being handed to him by a bright-eyed [Name]. He lowly laughed before opened his mouth to let her feed him the fries. His hunger made the food even more delectable, making him hum in satisfaction, with his last meal being lunch which was hours ago. “Where do you want to stop, beautiful?” The terms of endearment flew out of his mouth without him controlling it, never noticing how [Name] froze in the passenger seat with warm cheeks. “It’s going to be hard eating all of this in the car.”

“Anywhere you like, ‘Vi,” she murmured, trying so hard to brush away the nickname.

“Mm-hmm. How about going to that hill overlooking the university? We can stargaze as well.” Levi sheepishly gazed at her. “That is if you think it’s not too far.”

“Never.” She shook her head, an endearing smile painted on her face. “We have the night to ourselves, might as well go for it.”

Levi fell in love with her all over again.

The stars were brighter than usual as you gazed up at the canopy of constellations, the midnight hue of the sky is reflected in your eyes. The weather was in your side, with the night breeze occasionally ruffling your hair, with you wondering who was thinking of you at the moment for the wind to gently thread its fingers through your hair. Levi retracted the roof of his convertible to let the moment play out, the low tune on the radio filling in the background as you two munched on your food (for Levi, his dinner, while for you, a late-night snack). At times, you didn’t notice how his silver eyes flickered at your side profile. For him, the night sky and you are the perfect combinations for a distraction in the dreaded senior year of university. Everything you do is spell-binding for him, even if you were taking a bite of your chicken sandwich and slurping it down with your strawberry shake. As if sensing the stare, you looked back at him, raising your eyebrows cutely to wordlessly ask what was wrong.

Levi shook his head, his hand pinching your cheek. “Nothing.” He continued staring at you with the softest gaze, his smile reaching the corners of his eyes. “You just look so pretty, that’s all.”

“Don’t make my ego inflate even more, Levi,” you joked. “I look like a hobo. You look, well,” you shifted your attention on the windshield to avoid his inquiring eyes, “you look amazing for someone who is studying for more than three hours. Good for you.”

“I try.” The onyx-haired man shrugged lightheartedly. “But you’re the pretty one in this relationship, and that’s a fact.” He punctuated his statement with a bite of his burger, careful enough to not let the lettuce slide down his hand. “Hey, can I take a picture? I know I’m not good at taking pictures but I need a new post. Hange was pestering me to keep my account alive.”

“They’re right,” you nodded, popping a fry in your mouth. “Your last post was three months ago.” Wiping your hand on the napkin found in the paper bag, you shifted in the passenger seat so that your back was facing the door. “So, what do you want me to do?”

“Just sit still and look pretty.”

You laughed. “How do I do that?”

“I don’t know, you always do it. You’re just unaware.”

The heat on your cheeks was traveling towards your ears now, the butterflies continued fluttering inside your stomach and chest. You thought of how Levi continued to be your friend after spilling out his feelings to you and how he always made you laugh at the most random times of the day with his dry humor — the loving smile directed at the person behind the camera appearing instantly on your face. You didn’t know how many pictures Levi took but at that shot, he slowly lowered his phone with a star-struck expression stuck on his face. You also didn’t know what made him look like that but you couldn’t help but be captured in his gaze as well. The two of you looked at each other until Levi cleared his throat before opening his phone to tweak the filter of the pictures. However, the spell wasn’t broken because you sat near him, placing your chin on his shoulder as you watched him make the shots even more aesthetic. After a few moments, your phone dinged with the tag from him and you straightened on your seat, already missing Levi’s warmth.

“There,” Levi murmured with red cheeks. “Hange and Erwin should be happy by tomorrow when they see this.”

You smile at the comfortable silence, letting the radio play a random song. It was then that a thought came into your mind that you couldn’t stay quiet.

“Levi, when did you fall in love with me?”

You always ached to ask that question because you couldn’t draw something from your freshman year until sophomore year. You couldn’t believe how such an amazing person managed to stumble in your life. It was true that you don’t remember meeting his eyes while you just got out of your classes in search of Hange but you remembered how he always stared at you whenever you talked. He always made sure you were heard. But the times before that, you were beyond confused that he would randomly tell you that he liked you for a while. You wanted to ask him that question ever since his confession became reality two years ago and you wanted to know if he still feels the same way. You have to make sure because what you’re feeling for him at the moment wasn’t meant for friends. How could you even tell him that, to begin with?

“Which time are you asking?” Levi softly asked, never looking away from the beauty that is you.

“What?” Your confusion is apparent in the air but Levi only answered with a chuckle. “Hey, I’m serious. You know, I never had someone confess to me until you. It was always me who was doing the confessing. I stopped doing that in the last year of high school because I sounded dumb with my reasoning. Even though I know I don’t have a chance with him and that I wasn’t his type at all, I still said it. We were sort of mutual friends and I kind of ruined it. I was thankful when I found out he was going to another university.” You laughed humorlessly. “Every single time, it was always unrequited and I was sick of it to the point that I told myself to never engage in those feelings when college starts.”

“That guy’s an asshole,” Levi snorted. “When I started crushing on you, I was perfectly fine with being a distant admirer. Have you seen yourself?”

You looked anywhere except for the man beside you. “No?”

He softly flicked your forehead. “Idiot. What I’m trying to say is, those people you’ve been confessing to, they don’t know how lucky they are to hear you say those words. I’m not saying that I should be hearing those words from you right now but to have someone this amazing and talented and beautiful falling in love with them, they pretty much have the entire world the moment you said you liked them. I might be looking at everything in rose-colored glasses but everything you do, [Name], is absolutely mesmerizing to me.” He placed the large cup of soda in the cupholder before holding your face in his hands. “They don’t appreciate that a piece of art was doing the admiring when you should be the one being admired. I would give the world to hear you say you love me back, beautiful, but I’m willing to wait years for you to feel the same way as me.”

Your vision became misty, throat clogging with emotions, and bottom lip being bitten to prevent a small sob. “So when?” You asked again with a shaky voice.

“I fall in love with you so many times, [Name]. Every time we’re in the same frame for a picture. Every time you smiled at me, God your smile is just perfect. Every fucking time you call my name, no matter what kind of shit you’re pulling.” Your laugh rang through the night, making Levi smile. “I fall in love with you every time you’re near me, when you touch me with your soft fingertips, when I feel your hugs give me the comfort I needed. The power you have over me is something that I have no control over because you are just perfect to me.” He squished your cheeks softly when he saw you open your mouth to retaliate. “And before you tell me that you’re not perfect, screw that thought because you are in my eyes. Plus, your heart is so fucking big for welcoming me as your friend despite having feelings for you.

“Fuck, I still do.”

The butterflies once again came to life with his words, your breath heavy and years clinging on your eyelashes. “When’s the most recent time you fell in love with me then?”

Levi neared his face to yours, your foreheads pressed against each other. His lips were just centimeters away when he murmured, “Right now.”

“Me, too,” you whispered, your lips brushing on his. “I fell in love with you again at this moment, Levi, and I’m ready for you to make me breathless every single day.”

Levi’s eyes widened at your words. He was so drunk in you that he didn’t know he was making a face many people wouldn’t associate with him. “When?” He threw your question right back at you because he couldn’t believe what he was hearing right now.

“Ever since you started telling me to stop drinking too much coffee or when you started making me some of your tea recipes. Like you, it just started a loop with every little thing you do for me. I just accepted it when Nanaba talked to me earlier this day. I’m sorry I took so long to give you an answer, Levi.”

“No, it’s perfect. My wait is worth it.”

The stars swooned when your lips finally met his. Because when a person was ready to love someone, nothing can come between them. They will feel as if they reached the highest point in their lives as if they were blessed by the gods for finding their other half. Nothing can stop them, not even the cosmos shining down at the birth of the blissful lovers.

[beneathashadytree]

Hi love, Congrats on 1k! well deserved 💕✨ I would like to request a fluff piece for Aizawa, I was thinking of the prompts "I called you because I can't sleep", "it doesn't matter what they think, I just care what you think" "Can you keep holding my hand, please?, It's fine if reader is fem or gender neutral. 💖

EVERYBODY TALKS - SHOTA AIZAWA X READER

Warnings : self-deprecating thoughts, vague descriptions of an anxiety attack, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : angst to fluff (I couldn't help myself I'm sorry agahsjsk)

Word count : 1.4K words

Prompts : "It doesn't matter what they think, I just care what you think." and "Can you keep holding my hand, please?"

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Shota Aizawa had always been the finest example of the saying, "Show, don't tell." He'd never been one to flaunt his skills as a brilliant pro-hero, always resorting to staying in the shadows while his friends bathed in the spotlight; never did anything remotely outrageous or anything that would make him stick out like a sore thumb; never was a fan of grand displays of overt affection and honeyed words, always keeping his words to a minimum yet his heart and unspoken love at a maximum.

That affinity was extended towards his partner, whom he'd always preferred to love within the confinements of their house, and in his own subtle way: brewing them coffee every morning, buying them dinner on the way home, brushing their hair when they were too exhausted to, getting them small trinkets that he said reminded him of them, and the like.

Despite that, he'd never complained whenever they would entwine their hands while crossing the street, or when they would kiss him goodbye when he'd drop them off on a night shift, or when they would wrap him in an embrace during one of their occasional dates. They were a couple who complemented each other's differences.

So it was a huge surprise for them to see him rejecting any and all of their public advances out of the blue and for seemingly no reason at all. He'd pull away whenever they'd reach out to him in public, even going as far lumbering several footsteps behind them. The distance between them was excruciating to his lover, and they worried themselves sick about what had brought him to this point; the point where they considered themselves lucky if the man even talked to them in public.

However, they were unable to broach the topic, since exam week at UA High had rolled over, and Aizawa had been swamped with work the entire time. They'd barely even seen him in the house, let alone had the time to take him out for whatever reason, even if it were to buy groceries. Perhaps it was intentional, perhaps it was sheer coincidence, but these circumstances meant that they couldn't close the gap between them.

So here they were, eight days since the start of this long game of silent tug of war they were playing---only Aizawa didn't seem to be an active participant---and standing in front of the market gaping at him, five feet away from where they stood with their incredulous look.

"You've got to be shitting me," they were positively fuming, and it was only then did he notice that they'd stopped altogether, "What's gotten into you, Shota?"

"What?" he looked on nonchalantly, hands in his pockets, "Go on or you'll miss the fresh produce."

"I couldn't give a damn less about fruits when my boyfriend's been avoiding me like the plague for the past fucking week," the look they gave him was almost offended, and---having noticed that they'd raised their voice quite a bit---Aizawa sidestepped the passers-by and took a side.

The ebony-haired man sighed, rubbing his eyes in what seemed to be exhaustion, "You're gonna cause a scene."

"To hell with that," they furrowed their eyebrows, their voice dropping volume as their expression grew impossibly sad, "I just want to know... is there a particular reason why you act like you don't want to be seen with me anymore?"

For a half-second, they could see a flash of panic in his eyes, but it must've been a figment of their imagination, seeing as he cooly replied, "It's nothing to do with me."

"Then what is it that's causing you to act that way?" they persisted, peering closely at him, their frown deepening, "I want to know what's on your mind."

"It's got more to do with what's on everyone's mind," he mumbled under his breath, and a look of confusion crossed their face, before he decided to turn around and take off.

They made a quick move to tug at his black sleeve, "Wait!" the worried look on their face didn't ease, "Did someone say something about us? The media?"

Aizawa hated how perceptive they could be; how quick they were to read between the lines and come to conclusions, which were correct most of the time. A look of brief annoyance crossed his face, before he decided with resignation that there really was no point in arguing with them.

Breathing out heavily, he spoke, voice a little gruff, "There's been a lot of talk."

"And who's doing it?"

"The hero community. Hizashi only brought it to my attention last week," he averted their intense gaze, feeling rather ashamed of himself for no good reason when he continued, "They say that you deserve to be seen out with someone better. Since I'm not really front page news, and given how good you'd look with other younger, flashier heroes," he rubbed the back of his neck, staring off to the side at nothing in particular, "Said you probably wouldn't want to be seen with someone who looks like he greets death on the regular. Quoting a tabloid here," he chuckled darkly, no humor in his voice whatsoever, "They've got a point, you know, you---"

"How dare you even listen to shit like that?" the hurt in their voice was more than apparent, and when Aizawa snapped out of it, all he looked into were a wounded pair of eyes that were almost in disbelief, "Shota, if anything, you'd be the one embarrassed by my constant need to be all over you."

He was quick to protest, "I never was."

"Then there's no reason for me to be embarrassed of you!" they paused, seeing the torn expression on his face, "Why did you give so much care as to what they think?"

"It doesn't matter what they think, I just care what you think," he tried to explain, sighing, "And I started to believe the same as they do... I wouldn't have given a shit otherwise."

They didn't even give him a chance to elaborate further on that statement, instead flinging their arms around him. Startled, the pro-hero stumbled a little, before his strong arms caught them in the tight embrace they'd initiated. Cautiously, he gave a glance to their surroundings where people were definitely beginning go stare, before shaking the thoughts off and gently patting the back of their hands, calloused palms both seeking and giving comfort with the action.

"Next time, just ask me, instead of leaving me to think you're breaking up with me," they mumbled into his shirt, and Aizawa felt his heart clench in his chest, guilt eating him up alive at the prospect of them having even entertained the idea, all because of his confusing actions.

"Alright," he swallowed thickly, closing his eyes for a moment of bliss before pulling away, slightly flushed as they squeezed his hand; a silent promise as they started to make their way among the bustling crowd of people and into the loud scene of the marketplace.

For a few seconds, it was all too loud; too intense. Everyone's eyes were trained on them, calculating and judging every move of theirs---especially fixated on him; on the fact that he shouldn't be here, not beside them of all people, not drab, dull, Shota Aizawa who spoke so little and expressed even less, not in his all-black ensemble and scratchy facial hair, not with his scarred face and permanently drained self---

"Hey," they called, their gentle voice cutting through the overwhelming noiss surrounding them and yanking him out of whatever trance he'd been dragged into for the past minute or so, "Can you keep holding my hand, please, love?"

Only then did Aizawa realize that he'd dropped their hand amidst the mess of his self-deprecating thoughts; everything had suddenly felt too much, so he hadn't realized he'd let go.

With a grateful half-smile, he took their outstretched hand, just as he'd always had. Always inviting, always quietly encouraging---he didn't know where he'd be without them pulling him out of his thoughts every now and then when things got out of hand.

"Yeah. Sure."

Taglist: @wifeofkyojuro @thispersoniscrazy

[lunarifie]

Rewatching Ninjago

(With no context other than the episode)

Hands of Time episode 7-8

(The time brothers and vermillion warriors joking and goofing up)

Wu (tied up as a prisoner):😐

I love how ppl recognize Nya as a part of the team now

Acronix: Im posting this on instabook.

Krux: Why must you ruin every moment with your devices!!!

theyre just like my family fr

Zane: My temporal scanner was damaged during our fight with the vermillion warriors

Jay: (giggles)

Zane: I dont see what you find funny Jay 🤨

Jay: I still think ‘vermillion warriors’ is a stupid name-

Kai, I get that your dad MADE that helmet but that thing is so clunky and huge like just put it down for a second my guy 😭

Lloyd: Wait, what’ll I use to get to the museum

Misako: Well, I WAS saving this for your birthday…

(Shows a whole ass ship)

Kai: ARE YOU SERIOUS?!?!? FIRST JAY NOW LLOYD???? DOES EVERYONE GET A NEW RIDE FOR THEIR BIRTHDAY!?!?!?

THATS WHAT IM SAYING!!!!!

where TF are these old parents getting these goddamn military weapon rides 😭💀

Its so fucking funny bc Misako was like ‘no, i shouldnt tell you, Wu made me promise.’ And Lloyd says one sentence and suddenly shes spilling everything

I love how excited Zane looks here.

The Ninja aren’t fazed at the fact that Wus aging AT ALL 😭

Kai: Youre soooo fixated on your samurai x suit 🙄

Nya: Says the guy carrying around the snake warriors helmet 🤨

Love when they act like siblings

Tell your sister Kai she deserves to know

Kai: Do you know who this stamp belongs to?

Nya: No…

Kai: Our father.

HE TOLD HER 🎉🎉🎉🎉

Zane how are you NOT worried that Pixals still offline, like shouldnt you be freaking out 😭

He seemed to nonchalantly happy too

Like he was too excited being in Lloyds destinys shadow ship to be worried 💀

Does Lloyd even have a drivers license-

Kai: A blacksmith puts a mark on everything he makes. And our fathers mark is on every vermillion warriors helmet.

This is making me sad.

Wait, Kai doesn’t think his parents are alive? He thinks they USED to work for the hands of time.

Nya, girl, I love you but this IS concrete proof of your parents being traitors. Like, yes, its explained later that theyre not. But Kai IS making total sense and hes allowed to be angry about it 😭

Nya: Kai, that makes no sense!

YES IT DOES

ALL THE INFO HES GATHERED IS TIPPING INTO ONE CONCLUSION

Kai: (slamming his fists against the machinery)

(Whirs to life)

Nya: Whatd you know! Thought that only worked in cartoons haha…

Yeah.

Jay: All this stuff is junk! (Throwing around artifacts trying to look for a secret door)

Zane: (losing his shit by running after Jay and trying his best to keep all the museum artifacts safe)

HFNSJFNJSNT

Jay: (notices Zanes running after him)

Jay: (picks up a pot, jumps back in forth and watches Zane follow him, throws it purposefully to break it)

Zane: AAAAAA (catches it)

Jays such a little shit 💀

I love how much spotlight Nya and Kai are getting this season :)

Ohhhhh, i get it, the episode name is ‘secrets discovered’ because they all discover secrets…

I already know samurai x is pixal but I wanna know if Nya figures that out this episode

Honestly, this isnt that shocking since we, the audience, already knew half these ‘secrets’

the most exciting discovery is probably Nya and the theif behind her samurai suit

SECRET ENTRANCE IN KAIS PARENTS BLACKSMITH SHOP?!?!??!?

OMG I REMEMBER THIS

Its finally confirmed.

AAAA I LOVED THIS SCENE

Pixals such a fucking character i love her sm

Pixal (modifying her voice and changing it to sound like other people to throw off Nya): Maybe im ronin… or maybe Dareth???

This scene literally registered Pixal as a favorite character of mine.

Nya: Good moves, but thats takes you being Dareth out of the question.

Pixal (changing to Misakos voice): Your right, maybe im Misako?

Nya: LIAR.

Pixal: Or maybe im Garmadon, he always did have a nasty side.

You cant tell me Pixal is not having the time of her life toying with Nya.

Zane (in the time brothers secret lab): Whats weird is that theres no computers or modern equipment…

I wonder why.

They found the secret tunnel!!! Itll be so funny if they find the hands of times secret hideout when the time brothers themselves couldnt find it one time

Kai: Theres only ONE person who can understand what Im going through…

WHO????

Im genuinely curious who the hell else has an evil parent other than Lloyd and even then Garmadons not really evil.

OHHHHH SKYLOR

Pixal (using Nyas voice): I cant tell you my identity! I hide it to protect the innocent, my friends and allies would be at risk if my enemies knew who I really was. You were me once YOU KNEW THIS!!!

Yeah… and when Kai learned Nya was samurai x NOTHING BAD HAPPENED.

Nya isnt gonna tell the enemies who u are, like what??????

Nya: Whoever you are, you have proven you are worthy of having my samurai x suit :).

Pixal (in nyas voice): thank you :)

Nya: but stop using my voice. Its creepy.

I fr didnt get why some people shipped Pixal and Nya until I watched this episode, they have such strong chemistry, especially in understanding each other.

Nya: Also, reds my thing, you gotta find a new color…. Skylor 😏

HFNSJFNJSNFNER ITS SO FUNNY HOW FAR OFF SHE IS

Pixal (using skylor voice): A girls gotta have her secrets…

Honestly, pixal is so much better than me if I were her id be laughing my ass off in front of nya, tears and everything.

I cant believe Jay and Cole just ambushed and pummeled Scales and scales junior 😭 not to mention they kept beating them even when they weren’t fighting back until Lloyd put the lights on

The ninja are probably like the corrupted police to the serpentine

Scales: And this is my son, scales junior

Jay: Ha! How long did it take you to come up with that imaginative name???

Dude 😭 srsly?????? Not even an apology for beating up a kid like cmon

Scales Jr.: Out of my way, BLUE BOY. (Shoves jay)

YEAH FUCKING STICK IT TO HIM JUNIOR

Jay: Why are you looking for the vermillion warriors???? Trying to JOIN THEM????

Jay just stfu lay off them pls 💀

Scales: You don’t know what your dealing with, do you? The vermillion warriors are the pure first generation progeny of the great devourer….

THANK YOU SCALES. guess that answers the question of what the vermillion warriors are

I like to think Lloyd visits the serpentine here and there since he did control them in season 1. He had to have had made a few connections with some

Jay: Sorry if i uh, jumped to conclusions junior, haha…

Scales Jr.: DONT CALL ME JUNIOR.

Jay: I kinda like that kid!

Scales Jr.: AND DONT CALL ME KID EITHER.

Jay: Haha! Now I KNOW I like him.

Jfjjsnfhdnsntusnd

Kai: Its just so, shocking. To find our your father, someone you idolized your entire life, turns put to be evil… It makes you question everything you know and are…

Kais really going through it huh. like damn

Nya: I figured out who samurai x is!!! Its skylor!!!

Skylor: Am I now? I had no idea… does that mean I get that cool suit?

Love skylor

I am so attracted to her

Kai: Nya… Our parents are alive.

Howd you figure that one out kai 😐

Skylors so right tho, they arent their parents legacies.

Nya: Lloyd found Krux and Acronixs secret base!!!

Kai: Then what are we waiting for? Lets go!

Skylor: Wait! If you guys need any hel-

Nya: To-go bags? No thanks.

Skylor: ….

Skylor: I guess good quality noodles is all im good for…

If Skylor remembered skybound she probably wouldn’t feel this way ☹️

Im so pumped I cant wait for Nya and Kai to see their parents

Lloyd: And if we execute this perfectly… we should be able to save everyone.

Yeah we have 2 more episodes I highly doubt that

Lloyd: No pressure, but all of ninjago is depending on us.

Yeah. No pressure

Damn. Wu really has some issues.

I love how we delve deeper into Wus fears and insecurities this season

It makes you realize hes just human

I also hope Wu realizes hes made a lot more mistakes than he lets on

Wus nightmare Morro: Youve made many mistakes master… many.

THATS WHAT IM SAYING

oh

“You didnt have to do all this alone, we could have helped you.”

“Just ask for help.”

“You dont have to be alone.”

“You arrogance has left you alone.”

Damn, we’re really going deep into Wus character huh

Zane mission: locate cyrus borg

Jay and Coles mission: rescue the workers

Lloyds mission: save master wu

Nya and Kai’s mission: locating krux and acronix

Fuck yeah lets gooooo

Zanes acting like those guys who dont know wtf to do when their gf leaves for the weekend 😭 like bro do things yourself you dont need Pixal to do everything for you

Wooo lets go bruise team

Jay (whispering as he slips with he grappling hook): Not good not good not good not good 😰

Ohhhh i forgot that the time brothers kidnapped all the blacksmiths in ninjago

Jay: shhhh we’re here to rescue you- AGHH (gets jumped)

KARLOFF!!!!!!!!

I WAS WONDERING WHEN WE’D SEE ANOTHER ELEMENTAL MASTER

Karloff- Karloff. You’re choking him 😭

Cole: DAD?!?!?

Hcjsnfjdidnnrw

Is airjitzu a thing in newer episodes?

Krux is such an idiot

I feel so had for cyrus borg 🥲 hes trying his best to sabotage them but is always getting caught

Why is borg always kidnapped by villains, give my man a break 😭

Zane sounds so hopeless :(

Why is Lloyd so aggressive 💀 his first move is always a high double kick to the gut and he's ALWAYS the first to swing

Jay. I get that you can't airjitzu karloff out but to say the whole plan it a bust is just stupid. COLE HAS SUPER STRENGTH.

Sometimes ninjago has the stupidest plotholes

Jay: Does anyone know how to independently power a 200-foot industrial-grade carbon elevator in three minutes!!!?!?!!!!

Blacksmiths: ...

Cole: ... I was thinking ladder.

Can Kai stop keeping Nya in the dark-

Like dude just tell her your looking for your parents

GODDAMMIT KAI DONT FIGHT YOUR FUCKING DAD WAIT LIKE AN MILLISECOND FOR HIM TO EXPLAIN

God this scene is actually so good though

Kai's father: Your red like a vermillion warrior, but you are no snake...

Kai: I’m not, but you are, TRAITOR.

He must feel so heartbroken right now ☹️

Same for Ray (I think that's his dads name)

Kai: (hands light on fire)

Nya: (extinguishes it)

Idk why but that was such a sibling thing to do

It's like when your sibling is trying to do something and you slap their hand to stop them

At least Nyas being smart about this

Jay: (shakes the ladder)

(ladder collapses)

JAY.

OMG OMG OMG

THE TIME BLADE

Can Wu stop almost dying from tall heights

COLES LAVA HANDS COLES LAVA HANDS

HELL YEAH

It's safe to say they're not escaping stealthy anymore

Lloyd: Safe... Your finally sa- (has the gut kick happen to him and falls into a ditch)

Can he PLEASE catch a break

Kai's a mommas boy 🥹

Ohhhh I forgot that their parents made the time blades!!!! That's so cool

Ohhh so they kidnapped them as revenge. Got it

WAIT THIS ALL HAPPENED ONLY 40 YEARS AGO

Damn

Love Ray explaining everything for us.

God it must have killed them to be taken from their children

This is actually so traumatic

WAIT HOW FUCKING OLD WAS KAI WHEN THEY WERE KIDNAPPED HE LOOKS LIKE A TODDLER 😭😭😭?!?!?!?!?!?!

I need a fanfic of Kai learning how to take care of his sister at such a young age asap

The thing is, little Kai doesn’t even look as old as Lloyd did in season 1. And Lloyd was like, 10.

Can you imagine this 6 year old having to learn how to cook and clean the house.

Also i cant get enough of little freckled Kai he is too precious to me

Damn. Both Zane AND lloyd failed at their missions

Zane: I sense Jay and Cole nearby!

Lloyd: You sure?

Jay in the distance: BRING IT ON YOU VERMILLION DOOFS

Zane: Yeah, pretty sure.

I love Jays signature nervous laugh :)

Man, EVERYONES failing their missions

Ray: If the time brothers know you're the key to the last time blade then-

Krux: We’ll force you to retrieve it? Great idea!!

Everythings going to shit

[merakiui]

As celebration for Scaramouche finally getting some spotlight and become playable, I have more brainrot! Nsfw warning? Just like the thought of him being a streamer or gamerboy with an unhealthy obsession with the neighbor nextdoor to him. Listening to you bring home multiple one night stands, your voice carrying through the vents. Its so irritating how it gets him riled up! Eventually his curiosity is peaked and he tries to send anonymous gifts and waiting for your reaction around the corner. It starts out sweet and innocent till he buys a polaroid camera to take explicit pictures of you for his own selfish desires, getting off to them for awhile till it no longer works. The thought of you bringing home different people gets to him and he starts planning on how he can make you his <3

Aaaa I love gamermouche. <3

(cw: yandere, implied nsfw, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, (cyber)stalking, obsession, modern au)

Scaramouche has never felt true love, so the fact that there are nearly a million people who watch his content, join his streams, and leave comments is jarring. This sort of recognition, while very much well-deserved and a wonderful ego boost, feeds a vacant part of him. The part that craves validation. The part that wants to be needed and noticed by others. The part of him that’s cold and lonely. And when a million eyes are on him, he’s able to ignore his fractured past and focus on a successful present.

He’s good at what he does. Streaming games of all genres, occasionally collaborating with other streamers. Hotshots like Tartaglia, who always engages in irritating banter with him (the fans eat it up every time), and the beauty vlogger Signora, who is surprisingly good at FPS games. Scaramouche could do without these troublesome collabs, but it boosts his viewership and those videos always do well. Why snuff a tree that continues to produce fruit? He can endure a few hours of collaboration as long as it brings in a good paycheck and lots of viewers.

With the way his current life has been going, success after success after success, he shouldn’t need to feel so…empty. He lives in a nice, spacious apartment on the sixth floor, he has an expensive set-up with three monitors and the best mic and headset, and his recording studio is organized and neat—a perfect space that’s soundproofed and allows him to hide away for a few hours, where he’s free to do as he pleases.

Lately, he’s been in a slump of sorts. He can continue to put out videos and he can stream as if nothing’s wrong, but there’s been this gnawing sense of incompletion that’s weighed heavy on his mind for a while now. No matter how well a video does, how great a stream went, or how many hours he’s put into his favorite games, everything feels so meaningless and hollow. Perhaps he’s burnt out. Perhaps he’s overworked himself. Perhaps it’s time to try other hobbies.

Or perhaps the problem lies with his neighbor.

You’ve lived next door for as long as he’s lived in the building. It’s been about three years now, Scaramouche thinks, and he remembers the day the two of you met. He’d come home late after a dinner spent with his mother and self-proclaimed aunt (he wishes she’d just piss off), and as usual the meeting went about as well as it possibly could when you can’t stand the sight of the one who cast you out when you needed her most. Understandably, Scaramouche was in a foul mood. He’d been wanting to get home as soon as possible, take a bath and scrub the dinner and every useless conversation from his skin, and he really wasn’t looking for any interruptions in his path to absolute comfort.

But when the lift doors slid open and he stalked down the hall, he found two people in front of his door. You were one of those people, pressed against the door while some stranger captured your mouth in a steamy kiss. Scaramouche heard his resolve snapping. He’d just come back from a shitty night out and this is what greets him? Two lovestruck fools exchanging saliva and breath as if they’re desperately in need of it?! He withdrew his key ring and obnoxiously shook it to disturb the oh-so-sweet scene. Thankfully, you took notice of him and you pushed the other person off of you with a breathless laugh.

He ought to stuff that laugh right down your throat.

“You’re in the way,” he snapped, and you stepped awkwardly aside. With a huff, he slipped his key into the lock and opened his door. Before melting into the darkness, he stared you in the eyes and said, “Make out against your own door.”

And then he slammed it shut, listening to your muffled laughter and the offended scoffs from your lover, date, friend… Honestly, he couldn’t care what they are to you. He does care when he hears the door beside him open and close and, with a low groan, he realized he just met his new neighbor—the one who’d previously caused quite the commotion moving in a few days prior.

Ever since then, he’s been privy to your nightly routines. How this madness could go on for three years is beyond him. How anyone could bring home a new soul every month or so and repeat this for three years is beyond him. By then, shouldn’t you have found ‘the one’? Though Scaramouche knows nothing of real, true love, he’s certain that three years is plenty of time to connect with at least one of your one-night stands. Unfortunately, you’re not the only one who has the pleasure of connecting.

The walls aren’t the thickest, and aside from his recording booth every other room, especially the ones that run parallel to your apartment, is thin. So thin that he can hear the bed creak if he presses his ear against the wall. And you’re always so loud. Wailing and moaning and gasping. He hears every sound, every little cry, and it grinds his patience into dust. If he wanted to listen to an explicit audio, he’d have done so online. The last thing he needs is to hear the lewd sounds of sex while he’s recording or streaming. He has faith in his soundproofing, but he can’t be certain that his mic won’t pick up the sounds. And if anyone hears something like that on his videos or streams, no matter how faint, it’ll just cause more unnecessary trouble for him. The last thing he needs is to toe the lie of cancellation for the nth time.

He’s learned your schedule by now. Weekends are for one-night stands. Any other day is normally quiet. So to get through those nights, he’ll either retreat to his recording studio, put his headset on, and play games for the fun of it, or he’ll sit out on his balcony with earphones turned all the way up, music spilling into his brain, and he’ll count the stars. It’s a habit he’s fallen into ever since he started stargazing. Tiny balls of light from a distance, yet so destructively sad up in the expanses of space. Lonesome, little stars that are destined for implosion once they reach the end of their lives. He counts the stars every night. He’s not sure why he does this. He’s not even that interested in astronomy.

Scaramouche counts a number of stars that’s immediately wiped from his head when he turns in the direction of your balcony and finds you staring right back. You’ve wrapped yourself in a thick blanket to combat the chilly midnight air and he blinks back at you under silver moonlight.

“Hey.” You smile.

His shock quickly morphs into a dark scowl. “Don’t ‘hey’ me! Do you ever hear how obnoxious you sound every single night?”

“Not really,” you answer with a shrug and he sighs loudly. “Most of them like obnoxious.”

“Well, I don’t. So either learn to shut up or don’t bring any more idiots home!”

You lean against the railing and hum in consideration. He glances at the space that separates your apartments, a sliver of gloom that drops down to the pavement below. He folds his arms across his chest, brows furrowed.

“Do you want to come over instead? I can make room in my schedule.” You’re grinning now, teasing him with a snarky expression. What he’d do to wipe that look off your face…

Scaramouche’s face darkens and, rather than retorting icily, he turns swiftly on his heel and vanishes inside. He can hear your victorious laughter as he shuts and locks the balcony door.

“Stupid,” he seethes, gritting his teeth. “Stupid neighbor. Of all the brainless things to say…”

The next time the two of you meet you’re not on the balcony and the sky isn’t cradling dozens of stars. Instead, he meets you in the hall just as he’s returning from grocery shopping and you’re on your way out, dressed pleasantly in formal attire.

“I didn’t realize you could dress nicely,” he says absently as he rifles through the keys and charms on his key ring. “I only ever pictured you in discarded, forgotten garments.”

“Aw. You think of me?” you counter with a wink. “I’m flattered.”

He rolls his eyes. That definitely sounded like a roundabout way of saying he daydreams about you. “You wish that were the case.”

It’s a poor retort, but it’s all he can manage before he walks through his door and you stalk past him, your laughter echoing in the hall. Scaramouche watches you go, leaning against his doorframe and smiling to himself. You have a very confident walk.

And it’s these small interactions that have him growing attached to you. He learns that you work at a club entertaining wealthy clients. He’d know because he followed you there one evening. And you also love sweets. He’d know because he’s left plenty at your door and you’ve always gasped in delight upon seeing them. You also seem to enjoy collecting cute plushies, for he’s bought a few that reminded him of you and left them at your door. You take those as well. He’s found your social media and has taken to scrolling it on a burner account. Can’t risk using his official account otherwise you’ll know it’s him and he’s not sure he wants you to know of his feelings yet.

Scaramouche is very fulfilled when he admires you from afar and bestows heartfelt gifts to you. His chat has commented that he seems…softer lately, and Scaramouche tells them they’re delusional. He’s not soft. He’s never been soft. But you seem to know just how to smooth the rough edges in his exterior.

Now he sits against the wall that connects your apartments, eyes shut tight and hand wrapped firmly around his cock, and listens to the sounds of you getting fucked in the next room, picturing himself above you. He’s gotten better at cumming at the same time as you, and he likes to think that everything you say while in the throes of lust are directed at him and not your one-night stand. He recalls your playful offer from many nights ago and wonders if you’d ever sleep with him. In his imagination, you’re practically at his feet, begging for a fraction of affection, and he can choose to please you in whatever way he wants. Unfortunately, it’s not like that in real life.

He plays games and streams to cope.

When Tartaglia gifts him a camera designed to look aesthetically old-fashioned for his birthday, Scaramouche considers donating it. He doesn’t need this camera, especially one that comes from Tartaglia. But when he considers its other uses, it quickly becomes something of value. He takes plenty of candid photos of you and he hangs them on the wall. He bought a strand of fairy lights, which have been draped over his bed frame and hang low, and he’s attached his favorite photos to the clips. He looks up at these pictures as he falls asleep and, like the stars in the vast, brilliant sky, counts them.

The next time he meets you you’re on the balcony, and this time you’re counting stars. It’s a Saturday evening and, miraculously, things are comfortably quiet.

“No R-rated movies tonight?”

You glance at him and smirk. “Only fluff.”

Scaramouche props one elbow on the railing and rests his cheek in his hand. “Looks more like sad, teenage angst to me.”

“I’m just thinking.”

“About?”

“Someone’s nosy tonight.”

“Then forget I asked.”

“Nah. I’ll tell you.” You turn to face him, fingers wrapping around the bannister, and he wishes those perfect hands could wrap around other things. “Has anyone ever pressured you to do something you didn’t want to do?”

He finds himself nodding despite not having any examples at the forefront of his mind.

“Then you probably get how annoying it is.”

“All the time,” he admits, but it feels more like a lie. He frowns at nothing in particular.

“Most of my friends are married and everyone in my circle thinks I should do the same.”

“Your circle sucks.”

That squeezes a laugh out of you. The corners of his lips quirk upwards upon hearing the delightful sound.

“What about you?”

“Marriage?” he echoes, perplexed. “Settling down is…a commitment.”

He realizes, in that very moment, that he’s never dwelled on marriage and long-term relationships. And now that you’ve put such a thought in his head, he thinks that married life with you wouldn’t be so bad.

“What if we were married instead?”

You recoil, genuinely shocked, and laugh awkwardly. “Uh, what?”

“You want all of those idiots to stop pestering you, right?”

“I mean, it would be nice. Yeah. But I don’t see how—”

“We could pretend. Make it a fake marriage.” He hopes his shrug looks nonchalant because he is far from nonchalant.

“Why? I thought you hated me.”

“Not enough to pretend to marry you.”

“Huh…” Your fingers drum along the railing. “Huh. This is a first.”

Scaramouche is certain an arrangement like this is good practice. Not only can he learn more about you, he can experience how it feels to know you on a deeper level. That, and it’ll help him avoid scandals. Online sleuths are quite skillful and if anyone knew he was dating it would stir up annoying nonsense. Though he hardly cares about his reputation as much as he cares for you, it’s still something he has to take into consideration when it comes to money.

Maybe he’s counted too many stars tonight. There’s no way he’d ever ask something so foolish under other circumstances. But maybe it’s because he’s been itching to get closer to you. Stalking you isn’t enough. Taking photographs isn’t enough. Daydreaming isn’t enough.

He needs to be inside your apartment, inside your life, inside you, forcing his way into your heart and making a permanent residence there. All he needs to do is charm you. You’ll see how good he is, and once you do there will be no need to watch your every move.

“I guess it couldn’t hurt,” you mutter. “You’d better be a good husband.”

“I’ll be the best,” he replies with a cocky smirk.

“All right, Scary.” You hold your hand out, leaning over the railing to reach him, and your smile sparks pure joy in his chest. “We’ll pretend to be a married couple for a little while. At least until everyone stops bothering me.”

His hand fits into yours and the two of you shake. Scaramouche can’t believe this is happening. His spontaneous plan is starting to look more solid with each passing second.

“I look forward to meeting your friends and family,” he jests and you laugh.

“Likewise.” Situated against a starry backdrop, you really are the best dream he could ever have.

That night, Scaramouche does a drinking stream to celebrate. And come tomorrow he’ll begin to put his slowly forming plan into action.

[drink-tang-gang]

hello! just wanted to drop in and say how much i love your baffy art and musings. just wondering if you had any thoughts about how wb could move forward with their dynamic in future works, if they decided to bring their duo back?

AAAA thank you!! ♥️ 🙈

Your question made me realize we haven’t seen daffy and bugs like, Together with a capital Tee since the weird tlts spinoff movie 🤣😭 Man!! we’ve been starved for so long. (Wabbit may count, they’ve interacted a couple times but ehhh)

I like what LTC’s been doing, bringing everyone back to their roots. I wanna keep that momentum going and have Bugs and Daffy act like their 40s selves and pair them up in subsequent shorts.

They could work well as a duo, as rivals, anything! We’d have a larger range of storytelling/gag opportunities with Bugs and Daffy acting like their truer selves. A 40s Bugs is impatient, cunning, a smart ass, he could easily be an unwitting instigator with Daffy’s tendency to victimize himself. Daffy meanwhile, is crazy, energetic, unpredictable, he’d make such a fun villain to Bugs’ underdog. I could see them in westerns, in a modern setting, domestic or cartoonishly violent….They’d just. Bounce off each other wonderfully!!

But if we have to go modern, I’d say we’d look to the The Bugs and Daffy Thanksgiving special as a blueprint for future works. B+D have this really delicious mix of their modern depictions with Clampett-isms sprinkled in. I wouldn’t make a bunch of original characters to pit them against though… I’d rather them fight against the established LT villain library.

Or!! You know those WONDERFUL Lt shorts where the tunes had their own plot going on, but celebrity gags were tossed in for extra laughs? I’d love something like that too!! It’d put B+D back into the spotlight, in cultural relevancy, and give writers an opportunity to flex. If WB wanted to play dirty, a B+D short making fun of the industry and celebrities could be the annswer to Disney’s shitty Chip and Dale movie lmao. The current industry landscape loves to go all meta and flex IPs, so having Bugs and Daffy take the lead and inconvenience celebrities for 9 minutes straight would be absolutely wonderful. The only tricky park is putting together the right crew. It could easily become a cynical, awkward short where Daffy and Bugs don’t exist as their own characters, but as vehicles for branding (coughspacejam2cough)

Of the three options, the latter yields the largest reward in terms of publicity and “bringing Bugs and Daffy back”, but I have LITTLE faith in the current animation landscape to do them justice. the middle two options already have established themselves. Keeping the LTC staff to work on Bugs and Daffy shorts (if they’re all available) seems like the best route to go!

[arknights-imagines]

Hiiii!! <33 I love your work so so much 😭💞 can I request phantom x fem! Reader General headcanons/ or a oneshot please? your work is addictive and I’m starved for Phantom content aaaa 💞💞

Anon sbsjs, hiya there!!

Aaa ty v v much for your kind words 🥺💕!! I'm super glad to hear you like and enjoy my stuff! It's honestly my pleasure to write for you and everyone sbsjsvh, especially for Phantom who I like lots 🥰~

Anywho, about your question, I actually happen to have something for Phantom on my queue (featuring Shalem also svshs)!! Here it is aaa ✨:

I hope you'll look forward to that to satisfy your Phantom-loving needs svshs 🥺!

If you had something different you wanted to request of me, then please feel free to send in another request for that! Please do note however, that I've written for Phantom quite a bit as of recent and so my upcoming stuff for the blog will be for other Operators I'd like to give appreciation to svshs 👉👈!!

Anywho, ty for your ask and again for your kind words 🥰🥺!! Phantom is flattered to hear that you love him lots and are looking forward to more stuff spotlighting him aaa; Miss Christine and Phantom sincere 'many thanks' as well 💕~

I hope you'll stick around for more Phantom content from me svshs 👉👈!! Please have a nice day 🌸~

[miraculouscontent]

A silly divergence of the “Ladybug” episode that I realized I never posted:

Marinette tried not to let the disgust show on her face as Lila babbled to Mister Damocles about some sort of lying "disease" that she had. Regardless of whether or it got the expulsion revoked, it was beyond infuriating to see Lila lie her way through everything she did, and Marinette herself could do nothing but sit there and take it. Virtually everyone had taken Lila's side, whether voluntarily or through lack of decisiveness, and for once, Marinette just wished that there was someone fully on her side rather than just her and her alone.

Then, Jagged Stone burst through the door. "MARINETTE, WHO EXPELLED YOU?!"

Marinette jumped, surprised by both the voice and the sound of the door against the wall, then turned in her seat to face Jagged. A million thoughts raced through her head, most of them confused, though part of her couldn't help being happy to see him when she was at such a low moment.

Lila, on the other hand, looked entirely dumbfounded by Jagged's appearance, and Mister Damocles had been angry at first - like he'd expected Jagged to be some student intruding on a crucial discussion - but blanked as he realized that wasn't the case.

Jagged didn't wait for a response and tromped right into the room, giving the surroundings a critical eye that he hadn't back when he was fleeing from Pixelator. Glaring at both nothing and everything, he explained, "Penny was looking in to see if we could borrow our little designer from school for a bit, and then we heard that she got kicked out?"

That was too much for Marinette to immediately process. They wanted another design from her, and Jagged even had Penny call the school? Well, she supposed that Jagged wasn’t really the type to wait around. Given the way Mister Damocles' face slowly paled at Jagged's explanation, it seemed like he really had been called, but probably dismissed the voice on the other end as someone Marinette was related to who hadn't heard the news.

At the very least, Marinette could take some joy in the horror overtaking Lila's face. Lila could adapt, but something so sudden like this must've been hard to work with.

"Uh, well, you see—" Mister Damocles began, drawing all of Jagged's attention.

"YOU," Jagged spoke, storming up to the desk and pointing an accusatory finger at him, "You think my designer isn't good enough for your school?!"

"Ah—sir—"

"Jagged Stone." He slammed his hand on the desk. "Get it right, old man."

Mister Damocles cleared his throat, clearly trying to maintain some sense of dignity. "W-well, Mister Stone, Marinette here was accused of cheating, then harming and also stealing from one of our students."

Jagged bristled. "And you believed it?!"

"It's all worked out now!" Mister Damocles hurried to say, as if he expected Jagged to pull out a guitar to hit him with. "It turned out to be false, so she'll be admitted back into—"

"Oh, no. Absolutely not!" Jagged's other hand hit the desk as well. "You think you can expel my designer and expect her to just come back? You think your school's worthy of this—" He gestured to Marinette. "—kind of rock n' roll?!"

Mister Damocles could only protest weakly."I-I don't know what that means."

Jagged scoffed and stood straight. "Of course you don't." Dusting his hands off, as if the desk had been dirty, he then turned towards Marinette. "Let's get you to a place where you can have your own spotlight, frockstar."

Marinette blinked as he approached. "Frockwha—aaAA—!"

She yelped as Jagged hoisted her over his shoulder, and he kept her balanced there as he headed for the door. He only turned back to Lila and Mister Damocles to give them an aggressive "I'm watching you" signal with his free hand, then continued to march out. Marinette caught a glimpse of the two gaping at them before Jagged shut the door behind him.

She hadn't expected a lot of things in the past days: being accused of things she didn't do, getting expelled, an akuma almost taking over her, being forced to work at the bakery with her parents despite the shock of the expulsion, then getting called back into school as if the whole thing was just going to be brushed away just like that. She had no idea what to expect out of Jagged, only knowing that he seemed to genuinely care about what happened and was determined to give her whatever the "spotlight" he was talking about was.

Out of all the things she didn't expect, it would be the one thing that actually worked out well for her.

[novantinuum]

The blorbo meme for your own OCs? (ones for specific fandom worlds or otherwise)

Ojhfhsdbhjg I will gladly!

(Note: There are a mixture of Steven Universe and Breath of the Wild OCs in here. I'll add photos after OC mentions so y'all have an idea of who I'm talking about. Most of these will be WIPs/sketches. Tbh some I've probably barely talked about on this blog, but let's go XD)

“Blorbo” Character Ask Meme

____ My blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most):

At the moment? Aryll Haywood, my version of Link's sister. Of all my OCs, she invades my thoughts the most, and is- quite honestly- probably the most fleshed out of all of the characters I've ever created. I think it helps that the very essence of her setting gave her an obvious life conflict to bounce off of... aka the loss of her entire town and family to the Calamity. There's a lot of juice to play with there, in imagining how an 11 year old girl would try (and fail) to cope with that. I can't wait to eventually share her full story- just a few days ago, I started officially writing the prologue for that long fic of mine!

My scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped):

ASDshgjhdg is it a crime to ALSO say Aryll for this one? I would very much love to pick her up in my arms and swing her around like a parent with a tineee precious baby ;w;;;;;;;

Not really sure I have any other OCs who would count as "baby," a lot of the others are downright snarky motherfuckers, lmao.

My scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave):

I've grown quite attached to Arwel Haywood (Link and Aryll's father) while writing a bit of fic from his POV, (A FIC I STILL NEED TO FINISH, auUGHHHH! ! !!!!), and feel I don't think about him as much as I should. I need to flesh out his personality a bit more. So far, though... I am big uWU at the thought of him just,,, really, really loving his kids. I think he does have the tendency to push Link too hard too young with their training, and perhaps spends time with his son just a tad more than his daughter due to their shared interest in swordplay, but oh god does he do his genuine best with them, and I am HUGE a aAAA

(Not my art, but a preliminary Hero Forge model I did of him)

My glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week):

Taafeite, a fusion of my OC Jean Maverick and Steven Universe. They don't show up in their world very often- thus "obscure fave-" but when they do, it's sure to be quite a show. They're a big personality and very much enjoy being in the spotlight. Please don't underestimate their weapon. It may look like a glorified pizza cutter staff, but that bitch is fucking sharp.

My poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave):

Hmm. I don't think any of my SU or BotW OCs fit this category. The only OC I have that even remotely fits is... a VERY old pull... Aster, a Gravity Falls multiverse OC I had at one point but never did anything concrete with. Aster... was the one who was a mercenary working for Bill, charged with hunting Ford down during those 30 years he was lost in the multiverse. They... definitely kill, and definitely do MANY morally wrong things, but there's a depressing backstory to be told, and they eventually do experience Character Development™ and become a less Problematic person, ahahah.

(this art is old as Balls, i'm so sorry)

My horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason):

Jean Maverick. I, uh... outright amputate one of their legs in end-game content that I will probably never write out in full, so saying this is not a spoiler. I put them through so much bullshit, lmao. Trauma... self-loathing... I yeet them into the Gem war at one point... more trauma... meeting their mother WHILE experiencing trauma... homoerotic encounters with foes... oh yeah, they've got it all, shshgdhkkl

My eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell):

jhhjsbdgj absolutely Morganite. Aka Jean's nemesis. Aka a gay ass motherfucker who was so lovesick for the concept of a romance that had long died in the war that she tried touching the sun and got burned. I kinda gave her a really depressing backstory, but she commits war crimes and is GemRacist™ though, which is why she's going to superhell. Byeee!