#Ngl I'm really curious. Please reach out if so

[cartoonsbyandie]

God this is a deep cut

So I've been on Tumblr for uhhh a long time. My first fandom was the Blazblue fandom, and my first blog was an RP blog for these uhh. "Joke" characters? They started off as jokes, but the longer I played them the more I wanted to write them seriously, it was weird. I was going through my old blog for the first time in years and it made me a little nostalgic. I knew some really cool people back then, I miss a lot of them, and god how did any of them put up with the cringe I was putting out it's so painful

[cookiesandbiscuits]

Now Playing: Falling in Love

[Leviathan - Maybe, Just Maybe]

Pairing: Leviathan x GN!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Who would've thought Leviathan will find such connection with someone one day? Certainly not him.

A/N: Mmmmm the third installment is here!! ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

Ngl, I kinda struggled writing this despite considering myself a Levi kinnie 😭

Special mentions to my moots who likes Levi, @cloudcountry, @officialdaydreamer00 and @amberheavendremurr. I hope you guys like this :D

Now Playing: Falling in Love playlist

MASTERLIST

"I'm afraid of the things in my brain,

But we can stay here and laugh away the fears."

Levi finds you odd.

Sure, you were strange for a human, but what he's weirded out the most was the fact that you've been hanging out with him a lot.

Not that it's a bad thing. In fact, he now surprisingly enjoys your presence compared to when you two first met.

He just finds it odd that out of the seven demons you were living with, you chose to stick with him. After all, he's not as cool as Lucifer, as charismatic as Asmo, as smart as Satan and Belphie, or as friendly as Beel. Heck, even Mammon has more social charm than he is, despite being a scumbag.

So why in the three worlds are you here, choosing him, instead of them?

Maybe you just find a weird otaku like him fascinating?

Yes, that's probably it, the voice in his head says. It's just a one-time fixation and your attention will soon divert to something else once you've scratched your curiosity.

.

.

.

"What?"

You gave him a confused look, the video game you were playing completely forgotten. He absent-mindedly asked the question while the two of you were in the middle of gaming.

"I- uh..."

He already asked, so he might as well...

"I-I'm just curious... I'm not as interesting as my brothers, and my interests can be hard to understand sometimes, so... why do you hang out with me so much?"

Silence filled the space between you, and every second of it filled him with dread.

"Levi."

Your soft voice broke the tense quietness.

"Y-yes?"

"Look at me... please?"

It took a while before he turned to look at you, although he still struggled to look you in the eyes.

"Levi, I don't think you're uninteresting compared to your brothers. In fact, you're far from it."

You reached out to take his hand, but not before looking back to him. When he didn't move, you took it as a sign and placed your hand on top of his. You continued.

"You are the most creative and passionate person I have ever met in my life. Sure, I may not understand the things that you're into sometimes, but I love hearing you talk about them. Because that means I get to know you more, even if just a little bit."

"...Y-you're just saying that to be nice, aren't you?"

Please, don't get my hopes up any longer if you don't really mean it.

You shook your head.

"Levi, I meant everything I said. So please believe me when I say that you are just as wonderful as your brothers. And even though you don't, I will be here to tell you how amazing you are," you say, gently squeezing his hand.

Finally, he took the courage to look you in the eyes, searching for any hints of insincerity. There were none.

And as he continued to stare, a new voice in his mind spoke.

Maybe, just maybe... he could believe you, even if just a little bit.

[wabatle]

HOOOOOY! :D I'm so glad when I see people doing BLLK matchups lol. So I'd love to request one please. I will follow the steps in your post. ❀~ fandom: blue lock.

❀~ gender: he/him.

❀~ preference: male character.

❀~ personality: funny; laid back; curious; can appear mean but I just love to tease people and joking around; love to explore and eating; analytical; good general knowledge; independent; ambitious; need to understand things; don't like when things don't go the way I'd like; not very communicative outside and people may think I don't feel anything but that's not true; people told me I can have a lack of empathy; blunt and sometimes bossy; I don't like clingy people and those who speak endlessly; I love to dig an interesting subject in depht even if I miss some sleep hours; individualistic, creative.

❀~ hobbies: writing; traveling; going out with friends and eating out with them; cooking (meat-based courses and desserts like tiramisu or brownies); gardening for meditation; playing with my cat.

❀~ things that make you feel negative: the rain; public transport cancelled when I have something planned that depend on them; slow drivers; when I fail at something, being bored; people that don't consider my efforts or qualities; those who complain but don't help themselves or ignore the advices I give to them.

❀~ things that make you feel positive: the sun; spring and summer; laughing; long car journeys; the beach, the forest and the mountain; eating new things; meet new, funny or interesting people; doing thrilling projects and have an impact on things and people; when people need me or want me to be with them for an activity.

❀~ love languages: act of service (giving); physical contact (receiving). I usually am the one who people do things for but it's the reverse if I sincerely love the person. For physical contact it's pretty the same, I can touch others without a warning but hate being touched. However, I let people I feel comfortable with touch me.

❀~ anyone you don't want to be matched up with: characters who didn't reach the Neo Egoist League.

❀~ let me know if you would rather me post your ask with my answer or just tag you: you can post with my info. Thank you very much and congrats! I don't know you yet but I love to discover new blogs.

𓆩⚝𓆪 — @tigreblvnc's Blue Lock matchup~!

𓆩⚝𓆪 — A/N: Thank you so much!! Ngl I was a little stumped... But I think I got a good result! <3

𓆩⚝𓆪 — I think your Blue Lock soulmate is...

𓆩⚝𓆪 — Michael Kaiser!

Here me out, it's sort of just a gut feeling, it kinda just... came to me?

He would like to help you research things but if he notices it's getting really late he'll just be like "shut the fuck up and go to bed."

I feel like you're the "um akthually 🤓☝️" of couples 💀. Combined you two are so smart. You both have so much knowledge stored.

You have a shared need to understand things, so you'll look into things together.

Such a cheesy trope but he's the type of guy to offer you his umbrella because he knows you don't like the rain. Depending on the day he'll tease you about it.

I think you would go to the beach together, and for some reason it reminds me of Gojo and Riko at the beach. Idk why he just gives those vibes I guess.

You would have cats and dogs. I think he'd tell you he doesn't want a cat but then once you get one he gets attached.

He loves to eat your cooking. It's probably just the fact that you made it, bit either way, he'll eat it.

Kaiser would also like to travel with you. He likes to see you enjoying yourself.

He understands why you could feel unhappy when you fail at something. Though he might not be the best at comforting, he'll at least try to assure you that you're more than your failures.

I hope you liked it! I'm worried Kaiser is ooc (oops), and I won't lie, I was a little stumped at first. I'm sorry it took so long and I hope you enjoyed it!

[starsscarmyceiling]

the only thing i have ever known about merrical is what i've seen you reblog over the years, and i was always fine with that like go off...but now idk, i have seen so much of this pairing on my dash and i find myself being a little more curious? i feel kind of insane going to your askbox about this, but it seems to have certainly intrigued me ngl. and since you are the og merrical i've been following forever (reylo 4 life!), is there any sort of way you could give me a crash course on it? 🥺🙏

Holy gee WOW did I smile so very hard at this nonnie, I can't even tell you omfg. I was kind of wondering if Merrical would reach others in the SW fandom. I just know it's a smaller ship, especially in comparison to Reylo...and let me just tell you, Reylo Merricals, I think are mighty cool people.

Alright, well, I had another ask where I just gave all my fic recs and stuff like that, so you can find all of that here!

Okay okay okay, damn...where to start? I mean coming from Reylo you're still getting that enemies to lovers the grumpy one is soft for the sunshine goodness. Just imagine like...a Dark Rey/Jedi Ben AU? Yeah that seems like the right vibes to me.

Alright, so like the absolute 🤌thing🤌 for Merrical imo is all of the unspoken understanding between them. When I first played Jedi Fallen Order, what truly got me to start shipping is the moment Cal looked into Merrin's eyeballs and dropped the "I know what it's like to lose everything" line, like damn. That fucking--that ruined my life. He looked at her and validated her and then told her that how she'd been treated was wrong, and I just like fainted the old Katie can't come to the phone right now because she's dead. Here are two people, who both have been through so much, all of the same traumas of losing their entire people at such a young age and they found each other...like...do you know how special that is??

I think that is just another thing that I love about these two. There really is so much unsaid understanding between them that it seems like no matter the universe, they just seem to just naturally want to be around each other, and maybe they don't always understand why, but what it has is the potential to turn into is like *chef's kiss* of building something together that may have a foundation of joint trauma, but can then turn into everything they have been seeking and not even knowing they were. About two broken people, finally feeling like it's okay that they are, like they don't need to be fixed, like they don't need to explain, and they can just be.

It's about what they can build together.

They are so very healthy, have such amazing communication, and ISTG Star War if you don't give us this one pairing that won't end in tragedy I am setting everything on fire.

Alright, so obviously I would suggest playing JFO and then Jedi Survivor to get like the full story, but if you're not a gamer and want to commit to watching the "movie" version JFO, I thought this one was the best of the ones that weren't like 5+ hours but still providing enough context with cut scenes and some game play. I know it's still long but I tried to pick the best one under 3 hours!

For the JS movie. I thought this one was also a good balance of game play and cut scenes to get context. Let me just, like wow Respawn really made this game for the Merricals. Oh shit, these two are going to fuck your life up...in like the best way.

Also...HEH you're still gonna get all the freckle and hair appreciation in the world. Yes, you know exactly what I'm talking about.

Fellow Merricals, if there was like anything that I left out that you think is important, just comment on here! I hope that was as succinct, you know, for me, and efficient of a Merrical crash course that I could give you anon.

This was fun, thinking this all out, and I truly hope you enjoy just another lovable set of space idiots over here. Also don't be shy! If I've successfully converted you, please show some love to the amazing authors and artists that this fandom has to offer.

AW YEAH guys we could have another convert to the house of Merrical I am kicking my feet in the air and screaming love all of us always 💖💖💖

Also, yes, our home base is Applebee's. Come join me for a drink sometime 😏

[abloomingperiod]

nice. | i definitely know what casual means (part 1); jung hoseok

total word count: 9.5k-ish

warnings: none but hobi is kind of a menace so brace yourselves

note 1: this is the firsssstttt chapter i'm so excited omgggg 💖💖💖 i hope whoever reads it like it! ngl i'm A Litlle nervous since it's my first one that's not 1 chapter long but also very VERY excited akjskjkjjks

note 2: if by any chance anyone feels like commenting on it or leaving questions PLEASE DO i would love to know your thoughts. enjoy it!

note 3: yes, picture jitb listening party hobi in this one 💖

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"i disagree."

"yah, of course you do!" your friend daisy complains, following with a fake surprise at your words, "i'm shocked. please, care to explain."

you stare at her incredulously. not because your friend of 6 years is annoyed at you. that was just like any other noisy, alcohol-filled friday between you two. what makes you shoot your eyebrows up is what she wants you to explain. right in front of your other friends and their acquaintances.

you silently ask her to stop with your warning eyes, but just like always, daisy doesn't really seem to get the memo. so you opt for vague, quick answer.

"i don't think casual relationships suck. i just think men suck at it."

there. you gave it a try. there's your answer. she's gonna shut up now-

"elaborate."

"daisy."

"what? it's an interesting take, don't get all quiet now."

you sigh.

here goes nothing.

"i just think men don't really get the concept of casual right and that's what kills it."

she blinks once, and twice, seemingly deep in thought, "...huh."

"and i think they see it as a form of being detached from any sort of commitment or empathy to the other person. they think only a serious relationship requires that, because they're dense and they're dumb and they don't see it as a two-sided situation. they don't think about the other side, and when the woman gets annoyed because, well, she's not really enjoying it or getting what she wants, and goes up to them, they get all 'woah you're getting way too attached that's not what this is'... they don't think they need to treat the woman right, because to them, caring about the woman's experience is a favor, and not something they want to do so, and that's why when the woman pulls out, they go to their buddies that are just as stupid as them and brag about the bitch who got attached and how women are too sensitive. they just don't get it. because they're stupid and superficial and they don't really like women."

silence. definite and instant silence.

you regret opening your mouth.

just as your mind told you before you left your apartment, you should've stayed at home, where your biased mouth wouldn't go on and on about past regrets and frustrations-

"damn, who bad laid you?" daisy's new girlfriend, sunmi, asks with a chuckle, and when the rest of you join, everything seems easier again, and your shoulders release from the tense grip your anxiety quickly held at you.

damn, that one was close.

except for one person, who seems to ponder as their eyes study your face, eyes squinting and lips slightly curving as your answer reach their ears,

"doesn't really matter, 'cause i definitely know what casual means", sarcasm dripping bitterly from your words.

the subjects changes, and that one person keeps staring at you every now and then, and you question whether he's judging, studying or straight up staring at you.

you don't know what has gotten into daisy's friend, hoseok, today. but he's definitely quieter than usual. waves and waves of high-pitched laughter long stored in the back of your mind, making space for a sudden quietness and a curious gaze.

you wonder if he has any objection for your words - which would, honestly, be a disappointment.

hoseok, from what you've seen, reads an interesting and easy going person, with a laughter so captivating that's capable of making others laugh until their stomach hurts without even knowing if there was ever a joke to start.

not that fun people don't have shitty opinions, but you oh so hope hoseok is not the case.

why, though? who knows.

probably him, by this point, because now you're staring back for what feels like a good minute.

god, you really lost your social skills.

"bathroom", you say to the table before getting up. it doesn't really phase anyone - is what you think is the case.

that is until you finish washing your hands, quickly shaking your head with a few "just fucking chill" leaving your mouth in whispers. as you turn around the corner that separates the rest of the bar from the bathroom, your eyes meet hoseok's, closer than you've ever been to one another.

you're two feet away from him, and you're sure the hot air touching your chin is coming from his slightly open heart-shaped mouth.

"hi", he sighs. was that tension in his tone?

"hey", that was definitely tension in yours, you note. you clear your throat, "is everything okay?"

"yeah, sure" he responds, "just... i'm sorry if that had anything to do with any experience of yours. felt like it did."

"oh." is the only thing that leaves your mouth, contrasting to the reasons for it. why is he saying sorry? why does he think he has anything to do with it? why is he so damn close? why do i find his words... nice?

say something, dammit.

"s'okay. it did, to be honest, but i already had my mind made up about it way before. s'fine."

he just nods at you, and your nice-filled thoughts return to tensioned ones when you realize he's waiting for more. what the hell?

"...i'm not talking about it."

"oh-oh right, right, of course! i'm sorry, i didn't wanna be invasive, sorry-"

"it's fine! don't worry, i definitely talked a lot about it on the table and-"

"no but even so what do i have to do with this- not that i wouldn't hear about it-"

at this point, you're barely letting each other finish your lame excuses for your lame anxieties, and it just turned into a mumbling and rambling festival, until both of you are curling your lips upwards like two dumbasses.

there you go. this too, feels nice.

nice...

yeah, that's definitely it.

you both chuckle, and when you look at the ground and lightly balance on your feet, you catch hoseok wrinkling his nose with a smile.

...nice?

yeah, that's a nice smile.

"well... i don't mean to chime in, especially after that. but..." you return your gaze up and he's still looking at your face, "i agree with you."

...huh.

"okay...?" you respond looking to your side, and nice turns into weirdness.

it was never typical of you to blindly trust men and their lightweight words. but after that one special occasion that you're pretty sure everybody back on the table is already speculating on or searching for instagram profiles back and forth, every hint of lies, manipulation or even interest coming from them annoys you to your guts.

your hurt, grudged and healing guts.

and you think he notices.

"i'm not trying to have my way with you."

oh.

oh?

"i didn't think you were" oh, but you did.

because they always do. and this is not in any way, shape or form, you bragging over attention from men. in reality, you've been despising it since everything happened merely a year ago.

they come, and they go, and all that stays is lies and hurt.

and yes, you did.

"yes, you did." his face turned serious just like it was back at the table.

you scoff, because now he's just being full of himself, "well, i'm sorry to pop your bubble but i definitely did not."

"popping my bubble?" he repeats your words with a smug scoff. god, is he enjoying this debauchery? "oh, honey, you're not popping anything."

your eyes couldn't get more narrowed at that, because now you feel like taking back every nice words you had about him. where did nice go? definitely far, far away. "oh but i'm this close to popping your nose open with my fist."

he sighs and softens his face. and as he looks both sides as if he's trying and seeing if any recognisable face is close to whatever this... thing is, you can't help but notice his perfectly curved nose. damn, it would be a shame to pop a bridge like that.

"sorry. that was not my point." he shakes his head slightly, "i'm sorry you went through that. we don't really know each other that well yet, so i didn't know about it, but it seemed... tough. you seemed kinda taken aback out there, which i don't blame you..."

you grin at his words. "she can be a menace."

"she can", he agrees, "but it's not out of malice. she's just..."

"...dense."

"yeah."

you both nod and grin at each other. he also knows her for years now and has definitely felt in his skin what daisy and her curiosity can do at the wrong place and the wrong time.

which is nice. hoseok seems to get where you and your shot up eyebrows back at the table came from.

which is probably why your shoulders relax, your arms hold each other on your back and you fidget back and forth on your feet now.

nice.

"anyways", hoseok says on a higher tone, "we should head back."

"we should", you agree. "but didn't you want to go to the bathroom?"

"me? no. i just came for you."

oh.

"right..."

"'cause i wanted to have my way with you."

"hoseok."

"i'm just fucking with you." his smirk comes back to his face and you accelerate every thought that goes through your mind about that, externalizing it with a loud scoff at his words that seemed way louder than a legit scoff should sound. you don't know if he notices it, but you do know his stupid smirk feels hot where it lands on your face.

so, with the dumbest come back you could grab from your lame collection, you retort.

"you wish!" you say to his back, as he's already making his way back to the gathering.

but then he turns around one more time, and as his teeth slowly lose their grip on his lower lip, he plain and simply retorts with amusement plastered on his lips and a seemingly darker tone on his eyes,

"and what if i do."

and your words fucking disappear from your throat. just like he disappears around the corner.

if only the sudden heat that rose up to your cheeks did the same.

and at this exact moment, you realize jung hoseok annoys the living shit out of you.

[cdroloisms]

the amount of angst in the post-prison writing you did just gave me massive post-prison dream brainrot and i'm just. sitting here thinking about how sam dealt with the curious looks and glances and having to face what's he's done as a warden. and everyone else's reaction to everything because hey, maybe the prison WAS a torture chamber that nobody deserves to be locked in to be treated like utter trash.

(btw i love your writing and analysis! they give me so much life :DD)

thank you anon!! this universe is ,, Fun ,, im ngl -> have this continuation of it, w/ sapnap and sam!! it’s a bit messy but oh well

(edit: i added these two asks as well bc they fit and i thought it’d be a bit redundant to rewrite this scene lmao -> the implication that dream’s admissions abt exile mightve been the result of ,, torture is. uh. yikes.) 

(This one is DARK, please heed the warnings)

TW: PHYSICAL/EMOTIONAL ABUSE (heavy warning for this one), starvation, toxic relationship, manipulation, references to the prison and exile, c!sam/warden!sam critical, violence, blood, dark themes, emotional distress, child abuse, torture

“Be honest,” Sapnap starts, quiet. “What did you do?”

Sam opens his mouth - hesitates, looks away. He should’ve known that his vague words and half-explanations that had been enough to push away most of the crowd - or at least, postpone the conversation for later - wouldn’t have been nearly enough to convince the man standing in front of him, but a part of him must’ve hoped, anyway. He’s not ready to speak, not ready to admit anything to himself, never mind someone else entirely - but ‘ready’ doesn’t matter, not when Sapnap is right here, waiting.

(He ignores how ‘ready’ didn’t matter for Dream when Sam had gone in, that first time, pick in hand and nothing but questions and rage spinning in an endless cycle in his mind, whirling together into something incomprehensible, insatiable, vicious - he’s not thinking about it.

He can’t think about it.)

“Well?” Sapnap’s voice raises, impatience coloring his tone, and it’s almost enough to draw a chuckle to Sam’s lips - he’d always been a little overeager, not doing well with silence, waiting, even as a kid. It’s part of the reason why he got along with Dream so well, Dream jumping at the chance to spend time with someone that didn’t shut him down for rambling and Sapnap simply excited at the chance to have someone that would join him on his hare-brained schemes instead of dismissing him as a dumb kid- and oh. Right.

The scrunch of his face is the same, Sam realizes, absently, as the expression Sapnap had when he was little; it’s the same crease between his eyebrows, the same slight jut to his bottom lip. Even with a new scar decorating his left jaw and the shadows under his eyes and collection of faint wrinkles belying his stress, he doesn’t look all that different - still looks young, a kid playing dress up in armor too big and too war-torn to belong to him. It’s easy to forget, but even after all the wars they’ve fought, even with all of the combat experience he’s had, Sapnap’s still barely twenty - only a few weeks out of being a teenager.

(He crushes the thought of what that makes Dream - he’s not. Thinking. About. It.)

“Hello? Earth to Sam?” Sapnap snaps his fingers in front of his face, and Sam blinks away the memories, the guilt, boxing it up and filing it neatly away to deal with - later. Never, ideally.

“Are you going to answer my question?”

Only later is now, there’s no escaping this conversation, and Sam. Really doesn’t want to be talking about this, right now. Sapnap fidgets, leaning on his right foot and then his left and then rocking back again - the feeling is mutual, then, but he knows the look in the younger’s eye well enough to know that neither of them are leaving without an explanation leaving Sam’s lips.

(Netherite and iron and smoke, bloodstained pickaxe tipping up a gaunt face, hand reaching around a too-prominent jawline with bruising force - are you going to answer my question, prisoner? Or are we going to have to do this again?

He’s not-

He can’t-)

“I-,” guilt, thick and heavy, circles his throat, chokes the words rising in his mouth. What can he even say? Can words really capture the sweat-slick desperation, the bubbling lava and heat and smoke stealing away all breath and thought, leaving nothing but a humming buzz of rage burning, hissing, begging for release? Can he really describe the endless darkness and weight settling on his shoulders, the hard edges and jagged fear taking anything soft, anything kind? Words swim in the back of his throat, try to reach his teeth, fall short; bloodstained memories haunt the back of his eyelids every time he blinks; there is so much, too much, to say, and yet nothing at all.

How does he even start?

There is no sympathy on Sapnap’s face when Sam looks, but there isn’t any cruelty either, just dark, watching eyes, lips thin and pressed together, jaw clamped shut, tense. Indifference, or a pale imitation of it, meant to hide the mess of his hair, the tremble in his hands, the helpless, desperate thing growing in his pupils. Sam understands and wishes he doesn’t; regrets, and wonders if he has the right, anymore.

“It- started, as an interrogation,” Sam stumbles over his words, stares at his hands because looking at Sapnap’s face will be too much, is too much. “I was angry. The prisoner- Dream- was desperate. That cell-” he shakes his head, remembers obsidian in his hands, remembers tearing away carpet, paintings, plants, remembers leaving the box bareboned, desolate, a cage and nothing more, “It messes with you. Screws with your head. I knew it, he knew it, but I guess we didn’t realize- I guess I didn’t realize-”

(Blood and crunching bone and shrill screams - tell me what you did to him-)

“I needed information. He wasn’t talking. I got- heated, and he laughed, and something- snapped, I guess.”

(I’ll tell you I’m sorry please please sam stop please)

“All I had on me was a pickaxe. He wasn’t talking, I was desperate - angry - I needed to know. I didn’t-”

(I just knew I needed to drag him away, he was ruining everything, he was destroying everything, I just needed him to leave before he brought down the whole damn server with him - the tnt was supposed to be a one time thing)

“It was supposed to be- one time. Was never supposed to happen, at all. But I guess I got mad - for me? For Tommy? I don’t- I don’t know, and it was- easy, you know? Take away the clock, one day. Give him less potatoes the next.”

(It was easy to do it again, I guess, mess with his invitations a little, take some of his stuff. There was nobody around but me and him and he’d ruined so much, he’d messed everything up - I thought that maybe if I took away his armor enough, he wouldn’t be able to go back. He wouldn’t ruin everything.)

“He’d done- so much. He was so awful to Tommy, to everyone- I thought I could prevent that. I thought maybe if I broke him enough, he wouldn’t be able to hurt anyone again. I renamed the pickaxe Will Breaker, to remind me, to remind him, I don’t know. I-”

Sam laughs, tired, poisonous, ignoring the way Sapnap whispers, stricken, looking at his hands and seeing nothing but red. Dream’s face, bruised, bloody, but glimmering with something almost like satisfaction comes to mind - and oh. Oh.

(Bloodstained teeth twisted in a bitter smile - Sam, I thought I had to.)

He gets it now. He wishes he didn't.

“I thought- ha-” His hand comes up to his face - he’s crying. When did he start crying? ”I thought I had to.”

[mistresseast]

Akira didnt put Akechi through anything tho. Akechi’s my favorite but there’s no harm in acknowledging this. I know it’s a sore spot for a lot of ppl but it misrepresents the relationship when you refuse to see that.

We're not going to agree on this, and I don't want to argue (especially not on this holy night), but I'll briefly explain my personal interpretation just in case you're interested. Admittedly, I look at things through a shuake lens, so everything I say is very biased, but it's the framework I use bc I'm a shuake shipper and that's what I find fun. I do think that both Goro and Akira were hurt by what went down re: The Plan. The plan to use the metaverse to keep Akira from being killed was kind of,,,,bad, ngl. The thieves knew that Goro was working for someone but they weren't curious enough to care to uncover what was really going on and they made this short-sighted plan in an effort to thwart Goro without ever considering any alternatives. I personally see Akira's willingness to go along with such a precarious plan as a bad reaction to finding out that Goro was going to betray them. This reads better in Royal bc they already have a very established relationship at that point, and someone as reportedly smart and tactical as Akira should have seen other avenues to avoid Goro's plot. It's not like Goro was a virtual stranger, they had a unique rapport with one another, and we know that Goro isn't against working with the thieves if he thinks it will get him what he wants. There were other ways Akira could have gone about it, but he opted for one that put himself in direct peril and could have been VERY dangerous for Goro if Shido had reacted poorly. In my interpretation, this was him lashing out in hurt at the discovery that someone he liked and trusted was trying to trick him. Regardless of his intentions, what Akira did resulted in Goro's "death" in the engine room, and I fully believe that he would see it that way as well, in hindsight. Instead of reaching out to someone he cared about, he chose the route that would hurt Goro the most in the moment bc he was angry and heartbroken. This doesn't absolve Goro of anything and I'm more than happy to accept all of the deliberate harm he did to Akira, but I think it's very interesting if both of them were working from a place of misguided emotions and it blew up spectacularly. I'm completely aware that this is all shipper nonsense, but it's a choice I've made and one that I lean on in my writing. If you have strong objections to it, that's understandable, I have strong objections to certain fandom headcanons and interpretations as well. In any case, there's my reasoning. Please don't take this as an open invitation to debate; we can all have our own hills and no one has to die for them.

[rainebowkitty]

Happy Birthday Riddle! <3

IT'S FINALLY TIME! I've been hyped about this for awhile ngl, but let's just get right into a small summary of the piece.

Riddle celebrates his first birthday with friends (for plot convenience, I'm also making this when he first tries a tart. Also, I originally had Che'nya insert cat puns whenever he spoke, but ehhhhhhh I don't think they really fit the piece, soooo yeah. They weren't good either, they were just changing 'you' to 'mew' and such, but whatevs).

“Take a bite now, would you?” 

“Che’nya, no need to rush him.”

Riddle stared at the slice of strawberry tart with a hesitance no kid should a dessert on their birthday. It was a gift, after all. He should be just as grateful for this sweet treat as he was the new stack of books his mother gifted him that he had neatly worked into the countless other organized scriptures on his bookshelf earlier that day. 

“Che’nya’s right,” Riddle nodded slowly as he picked up his silverware. “I… suppose I’m nervous is all.”

“It’s not like your mom can sense when you’re misbehaving,” the cat boy continued, causing Riddle to freeze mid-cut. Was he really that easy to read? 

Of course he was. He was just a boy, yet he had developed years of trust in his mother’s words already. The only flicker of doubt he had in her was the contradictory things his friends would say and do, but it was enough to keep him from arrogantly strutting about as if the name ‘Rosehearts’ were that of a prince. 

For now, anyway. 

“If you don’t want to do this, Riddle-”

“No, I-I didn’t say that, I…” the redhead trailed off as he gritted his teeth in a fit of determination. He jammed his fork into the piece of tart with the grace of an awkward goose, causing a not-so-subtle clang of plate and silver before lifting the utensil up and turning it towards his mouth. He opened then closed his lips around the fork as an overwhelming sweetness danced on his tongue. 

To anyone else, the strawberries covering the top of the tart would’ve more than balanced out the sugary cream just beneath them, but this was a new flavor for Riddle. His taste buds didn’t know how to process the dessert in the slightest, yet it was still so good that he quickly brought the knife back down to the plate to cut off another bite-sized portion. He plopped the new piece into his mouth before he’d finished chewing the last one. This frenzy persisted until there were only crumbs remaining.

“See, I told you he’d like it,” Che’nya elbowed Trey with a wry smile coloring his already flashy features. Trey just smiled as if he knew too, but he was too gentle to force Riddle into anything whether he trusted his intuition or not. 

Trey almost regretted his inability to give Riddle much of a proper push upon seeing how drastically the boy would change whenever the trio happened upon something he hadn’t experienced before and enjoyed. There was always this light in his eyes that wasn’t there before. It’d never last long, especially when early in their friendship, Riddle would sniffle and sob as he mumbled strings of apologies to his mother, careful not to exclude how much of a disgrace he was for breaking the rules. 

~

“I-I n-never should’ve d-done th-this,” Riddle wiped a salty tear from his cheek only for three more to take its place in a neat and orderly line. It was incredible how even Riddle’s tears seemed to follow some sort of pre-planned procedure. 

“But you had fun, no?” The curious cat boy tilted his head as he asked. He was never great with this sappy side of Riddle. He knew he was there simply to convince the impressionable redhead to do things he normally wouldn’t with that buzzard of a mother present, but at least Che’nya had enough sense to be serious when these episodes of Riddle’s occurred. 

“I g-guess,” Riddle hiccupped. “B-but wh-what if w-we’re caught? M-mama will h-hate me and I-I’ll d-deserve it.” 

“That’s not true,” Trey put a hand on the blubbering boy’s shoulder, the redhead jolting a little but not having it in him to push Trey’s hand away. “At least you learned something new, right? Croquet was a pastime of one of the Great Seven.”

“R-really?” Riddle’s lip quivered. He’d heard tales of the Great Seven before and the school they represented. Entry requirements were a mystery, but even his accomplished eyes glazed with innocence dreamed of entry to a school with so many dazzling founders.

“The Queen of Hearts,” Trey nodded before wiping Riddle’s tear stained cheek with his sleeve gently. “In fact, games like this were part of the rules she upheld.”

“A-a Queen built entirely on f-fun,” Riddle wiped his other eye slowly as if the concept were impossible to him. “So sh-she wouldn’t get m-mad at me, even if I’m a-awful at the game?” 

“She wouldn’t,” Trey smiled as he picked up the mallet cast aside in Riddle’s short outburst. “So how about we give it another go?” 

“A-alright. If you’re sure.” 

~

“Thank you both,” Riddle looked up to his friends happily, that light so rarely seen in his eyes lingering there, even as underlying guilt rested in the sheets of silver.

On their way back, the sun only seemed to illuminate them more before the group reached the window in which Riddle always climbed from to join Trey and Che’nya on their daily escapades. The metallic gleam of grey irises dulled at the sight of his room. He climbed into it with a wave and a weak smile to his friends, two boys that represented the freedom he could never fully grasp returning Riddle’s gesture before turning around and walking away back to their happy homes, the redhead watching them was sure.

“I had fun,” he whispers to their backs as they disappeared in the streets.

~

Bonus: 

“I certainly hope you did, because it won’t be happening again,” came a stern voice from the corner of the room. Riddle whipped his head around to the sound with a sharp gasp.

“M-mama? Mama, please, I-I can explain!” 

“Oh, I think you’ve explained quite enough. The cream attached to your bottom lip certainly does tell me exactly what you’ve been up to.”

Riddle could only blink before wiping the remnants of the tart away distractedly, the shirt unluckily enough a darker color that made the white icing stand out harshly on his sleeve.

“I’m sorry,” was all he could squeak out as he pursed his lips so they wouldn’t quiver and so he wouldn’t cry. But it wasn’t enough for her. It never would be, and neither would he.

~

Bonus bonus: aka some doodles of mine :3

Aaaaaaand that's it. Until next year everyone! (Jk I can't pry myself away from making Riddle content. I already have ideas for general hcs of next year's bday for the lil' tyrant, but that's none of my business 👀)

[hidden-otaku-stuff]

I hope you don't mind me sharing my thoughts about Lockscreens? I'm just loving it so far and have so many thoughts ahhh. First of all imma mention that I've been listening to the playlist all the time (might as well tell you right now that I'm confused!anon haha) and first of all I love it because 1. love songs and 2. I'm trying to figure out who some of these are directed at and from who adsfgdj. Some are obvious but I'm still curious about some. Next part in another ask!

hi love!! you are 100000% always allowed to talk to me about one of my works! NGL, as I read your messages, I started crying so I had to calm down a bit before i could reply haha. just reading people’s comments and reactions to Lockscreens has made the experience so much better TBH. i’m really glad you like the playlist! i was super worried that it was all over the place LMAO. 

i honestly grew up listening to most of those songs and i’m the type to analyse lyrics super closely so it just felt right to use them, especially as inspiration for writing. 

I hope you don’t mind me posting all of the asks in this one! 

honestly it’s a mess. (Name) really wants to do right for both Bokuto and her son. she’s selfless, and we touch on that subject a little bit in the next chapter. [i had to reread everything that I posted so far to make sure I don’t actually mention any spoilers LOL]. She’s definitely still conflicted about everything. She doesn’t know whether or not to consider her relationship done because she still has hope that Bokuto will eventually reach out. BUT she’s also confused because now she has all of these feelings coming up about Kuroo that she’s been suppressing for years. 

(Best Friend by Jason Chen is literally Kuroo’s anthem and it hurts.) 

NGL I really struggled to portray Kuroo and (Name)’s relationship. I was worried that it wouldn’t seem authentic or earnest.

But it is bittersweet. Kuroo has literally been in love with her for so long and has never expected or wanted anything out of their friendship. And he still doesn’t. If at the end of all of this, she doesn’t want him, he’ll be okay with that. He just wants to be in her life and he wants her to be happy whether or not that includes him in the picture.  

I truly believe that Kuroo is the type of person who would take the high-road. He isn’t the type of person to hold grudges or to be petty over something like this. And he’s been friends with (Name) for over a decade. He values that friendship more than anything in the world. [Except maybe Kenma haha].

please keep sharing your thoughts about Lockscreens! It honestly makes my entire day. 

I’ve never thought that I would write something that would become someone’s “favorite fics”. I’m still in utter shock that I was able to impact you enough that you wanted to send me multiple asks about it. 

and yes it is! The Greatest Showman is one of my favorite musicals and was actually the inspiration for my first tattoo hehe. Rewrite the Stars is such a beautiful song and I honestly listened to it on weeeeeeeks, even before I had a chance to watch the musical LOL. 

I genuinely thank you so much for your interest in Lockscreens. I don’t think I have enough words to articulate how much this meant to me. I’m sorry if this response was super long and/or super boring! But thank you, from the bottom of my heart. 

[korolevaaverne]

(no but the way the laptop froze and now I have to type it all again fml)

Anyway, I finally found some free time to reply, and I'm sorry for how long it took. I currently have two young and demanding puppies in the house, and they keep me both busy and tired.

Repeating what I said in my reply earlier: The reblog wasn't directed at you, but to some of the people that have a known history of being antagonistic and hostile towards anyone that is not from their clique. (My reactions to them aren't exactly better, in truth, and it's something I need to work on).

When I replied, I thought I had mentioned that the korolevaaverne blog was my main, but when I went back to look, I saw that it hadn't been the case. I could swear I had, tho, but it must have slipped my mind. Again, my mistake, and I apologize.

(also congrats on med school, and the schoolarship! Please don't take this as ironic because it really isn't, I'm just bad with tones)

With that being said, I first thought of the heat thing because of my mom. She has some chronic conditions, and has lived in the same area for years, yet sometimes, when the heat spikes, she gets so sick that she can't even get out of bed. She has already told me she would like to move away to a "tamer" region of Brazil so that she won't have to deal with it as often.

The reason I mentioned the Reach was mainly because is still warm enough, but the spikes of heat are certainly not be as extreme as Dorne's. My though was merely theorizing a place in which Elia would be less likely to be affected harshly by the weather. Also George mentioned in an interview somewhere that it rarely snows on the Reach, which would also help her avoid colder temperatures that she's unused to. (My mom def wouldn't go from Northeast Brazil to, let's say, Canada).

(break to feed the puppies **sighs** will this reply ever be finished?)

About the small folk bit; fair enough, although I can't help but look at all the farmers and workes I know that look older than they are due to always working under the sun. I guess it could also depend on which "type" of Dornishmen, considering that the stony dornish are paler than the other two, the salty are in the middle, and the sandy are the ones with darker skin.

The bacteria thing was more of a nod to a inner joke I have with some fandom friends, but I did confuse it a bit due to the fact that there is a flesh-eating bacteria. But indeed, it is an amoeba that eat brains (also amoeba is the name of a toy in portuguese and I can't for the life of me take the word seriously)

The tuberculosis comment was mostly about what happened to a neighbour of an aunt of mine who had TB (ironically he died of lung cancer) and would refuse to stay inside when it was raining, even tho it made him worse. In retrospect, it was the cold that came with the rain and not the rain itself, but alas.

Also I'm not surprised at Australia having the highest rate of skin cancer (nothing about Australia surprises me anymore) but the European nations were interesting to go dig around a bit. The fucking holes in the ozone layer, fellas, we should be more worried about that ngl.

(also I'm curious about the formal indian wear inside the teaching hospitals. I find it very interesting because when I studied veterinary, they would throw us out of the hospital if we weren't using scrubs. You definately looked way better than I did, however. lol)

Was thinking about an awful heat wave my city had in 2017 and started to wonder about how sheltered Elia's life must have been due to the harsh reality of living in a desert.

Long-term exposure to heat can exacerbate pre-existing chronic conditions. It can cause heat exhaustion, which can lead someone to feel faint or dizzy, feel nauseous and have muscle cramps.

If exposed to the sun for too long, there's always sun poisoning and the fact that UV radiation AFFECTS YOUR DNA????? BRO WHAT THE FUC--

The poor small folk of Dorne tho. I imagine skin cancer and just looking older (due to the sun damaging and aging the skin) is as common for them as frostbite is in the North :/

Also the Dornish nights are cold, considering it's a desert. I can see the winter nights in Dorne being particularly harsh (I wonder if they have fireplaces in the bedrooms for such occasions? Might brainstorm about it later), which wouldn't help Elia at all, considering the cold weakens your immune system.

If you think about it, the best region for her to live in was probably the Reach. It's warm, but not overly so, and the nights probably aren't cold.

Perhaps maybe even one of the castles on the Dornish mountains? Tho I'm not sure because it could be too cold, considering how altitudes work, realistically speaking. It is ASoIaF tho so you can never know how much they'll follow reality 🤣

[asktheshslmarshmallow]

♛ if you want if you're still accepting-- out of everything I'm just curious ngl lmfao

♛ FILL IN THE BLANKS | FLUFF OTP EDITION |  Tbh thanks to you I lowkey ship it. Just…pimping my poor Ko out to every well-played character I can reach gdi me. 

Who’s more likely to find who wearing their clothes?: Neither of them make a habit of it as such, though there is this one coat that Seiko commandeered once because it was freezing out and her best one was in the wash. It’s so warm and still kind of smells like him so he’s never getting it back. He doesn’t want it back either, she looks adorable in it. Who enunciates hand holding?: Out of these dorks? It takes them forever to get to the hand-holding stage because they’re both shy idiots. Once they get there, it’s anyone’s guess as to who actually ever initiates it because they’re rarely not holding hands. Who likes having their hair washed by who?: Ko loves having his hair washed. Seiko always sneaks in a bit of a massage while she’s there and she’s so gentle about it he’s almost fallen asleep once or twice. Who likes to slow dance?: Seiko’s really nervous about dancing because it requires being so close to another person, and it’s such an ambiguous activity; there’s no clear beginning, middle or end so she never knows what’s expected of her. Ko tries to help her understand that there are no expectations, and sometimes it’s just nice to stop and enjoy a good slow song. Muse that’s more likely to fall asleep with their head in the others lap?: Ko, a million times. Seiko was just playing with his hair when she realised she should probably go get some work done, but now she can’t get up because she’s being weighed down by a sleepy lil’ marshmallow who, honestly, probably didn’t get a lot of sleep the night before anyway and, well, she’s just too nice to make him move, and he just looks so peaceful…Muse that does all the cuddling in a blanket fort?: Ko does it once because Seiko’s in a really upset mood and he can’t get her to to talk about it, so instead he makes her a pillow fort where she can retreat from the world and hide out for a while. It becomes a tradition for one to do it for the other whenever they’ve had a hard day. Who hogs most of the covers at night?: Ko worries a lot about Seiko, so he does the exact opposite of hogging the covers - he checks them multiple times a night to make sure they’re still on, and she’s still warm and comfortable. Muse who nuzzles the others shoulder to get them to give them a head rub?: They both nuzzle each other, but it’s never usually to ask for anything. Even so, they get it anyway - a hug, a head rub, a shoulder rub; whatever they like. It becomes a bit of a statement in and of itself; “I’m not upset, but I’m not very happy either”, or “I want affection”. How do they share a desert? Two forks or one?: After eventually learning about Seiko’s anorexia, he educates himself on the illness and tries to conform to her non-harmful food related habits, whatever they may be. If it means - and it does for a lot of sufferers - that she doesn’t want to share cutlery, no cutlery will be shared. If she wants to, however, he doesn’t mind. But he’s not big on sweets anyway. Who gets jealous more easily?: I don’t think they’ll get jealous in the traditional sense, but I think they’d both be inclined to a degree of dejected acceptance. “You probably like that person more than me. That’s ok, I understand.” Who gets angered more easily?: Yeah, like either of these two know how to express anger healthily.How do they go to sleep at night?: Depends on how Seiko feels tbh. Ko likes physical contact with his SO but he’s also especially cautious with Seiko. He knows she’ll do whatever other people want even if it’s not what she wants, so he watches his cues very carefully. Who gets the most shoulder rubs?: It’s pretty split. They like taking care of one another. What are there arguments/fights like? How often do they fight?: They don’t know how to fight, especially not with each other. If anything, they’d have disagreements over each other’s treatment of their own health; but fight would be too strong a word to use for these probably. Who is more likely to throw things in fights?: The idea of people who do that is literally terrifying to them both.How do they make it up to each other/apologize after an argument?: Plenty of hugs and sorrys, but they’d both prefer to just have it over and done with and not dwell. Do they have nicknames for each other?: Probably, but even with a nickname, Ko will continue to use honorifics as a sign of respect and admiration.Caring for each other while ill, how does the other muse go about it?: Honestly, they’re both experienced with illness, so they’d be ok at it. They’ve both got their health struggles, and while they’d each be inclined to panic slightly if something went wrong, I feel like education is the key. They’d want to learn about each others’ health battles so they could be a better carer and partner. Who’s more likely to be patching the others wound?: It’s split. Overprotective, overcaring roomies. Muse that says ‘I told you so’, after they come home from the beach and other muse is burnt to a crisp while whining how bad it hurts for not listening and putting on sunblock after the other muse repeatedly told them they’d get burnt?: Neither of them are that likely to go out into the sun to begin with oops..Your otp has a newborn baby, who gets up in the middle of the night when he/she cries?: They’d probably take it in shifts. Ko wants to do it all the time but Seiko won’t let him. It’s their child, so they must share the responsibility, she reminds him. But it’s coming from a place of love, so nobody gets annoyed. They make a good, caring team. Your muse’s of the otp reaction to finding the others crying about something? And how do they make them feel better?: Ko would be super, super careful, like he’s afraid of making it worse. He would hug her as gently as he could manage and try to coax the issue from her without being too demanding. If she resisted, he’d just try and convince her that he’s there for her regardless, and let her cry it out instead. What would they be like as parents?: Absolute dweebs of the best kind. Both of them want to do better than their own parents. They’re clueless about how to be parents so they read all the books and speak to all the experts, but at the end of the day, parental instinct wins out, and they do a wonderful job with their children. What would they have been like as childhood sweethearts?: Ko would visit Seiko every time she got sick, and bring her more and more supplies as she got more into decorating her masks. He would be honoured and excited every time she made one for him to wear, too, since he always had to wear them around her. Whenever her health got her down, Ko would pull out and Atlas and point to all the places he’d take her one day; especially cities like Paris and London where fashion is huge. When Ko is diagnosed with Dementia, he tells Seiko about it only because he feels like he owes her the information, and because he knows his time might be coming to and end, and he may not be able to keep his promise. She buys him a brand new Atlas and they read it together. Who enunciates taking a bath together?: Please neither of them are that smooth. Who likes who playing with their hair?: Play with Ko’s hair and he’s all yours. Seiko learns this quickly and takes advantage of it often. The place they mostly likely accidentally fall asleep together?: A bed. But if one of them’s been hospitalised suddenly, it’s not uncommon for them to wake up and see the other asleep in a chair next to them.