#Onyx that’s a bad word /j

[croissantlover24]

Oh no I’m (the person behind really unstable anon) fine! They’re not though

-really unstable anons anon writer

Ohhh, okay.

Onyx: WHAT IS GOING ON???

We’re breaking the fourth wall, Onyx.

Onyx: WHAT THE HE—

[softodettes]

in honor of being one week out from the Onyx Storm release, here is my long list of predictions, ranging from somewhat probable to very unlikely, in no particular order.

below the cut are a handful of spoilers for the leaks that have made the rounds. consider yourself warned!!

disclaimer: these are all for FUN. a lot of these are just my batshit insane theories that I think are funny.

starting with an obvious one: Xaden runs away at some point. I’m guessing the halfway point of the book or at the end.

Violet’s hair is a symptom of Lilith being partially drained by a venin while pregnant (I don’t think she’s actually venin, but I think that would be an interesting plot twist)

I already yapped to @maethologies about this one, but the Isle Kingdoms aren’t included on the map because it’s a representation of propaganda and how Navarre controlled information dissemination so thoroughly, thus meaning Violet wouldn’t know what a map of them would look like, which is why we as the readers don’t have access to that map (this one seems unlikely but I like it!)

OS is going to cover the second half of Violet’s second year in the Riders Quadrant, and the fourth and fifth books will each cover half of her third year.

and speaking of the sequels, i’d be willing to bet that one of them will have the word “silver” in the title (i’ll come back to this when the next title is announced and see if i’m right LOL)

Xaden’s mom is in the Isle Kingdoms drinking mai tais on a beach.

@skyfallscotland said there’s a theory that Xaden’s mom is the venin who had the silver hair and I also like that theory… even if it has some oedipal implications for his obsession with Vi’s hair 🥴

Violet’s second signet is precognition or prophetic visions. I don’t like the idea of truth-saying, and I don’t really like her being an inntinnsic either because I feel like it’s a lazy way to balance out Xaden’s second signet (even though that’s what’s probably going to end up happening). I have no text-based justifications for those signets, they’re just what I would prefer to Violet being an inntinnsic 😇 The bookworm in me thinks photographic memory would be fun, but that’s definitely not her signet.

Violet reveals that she and Xaden got married at the end of OS and the last line is something like “I’m going to find my husband” and has major end of ACOMAF vibes. again, very unlikely

Dain redemption arc continues. He and Sloane have a heart to heart off page and get into a relationship and we find out when they tell Violet (you thought this list wouldn’t be extremely self indulgent? hahahah)

Xaden runs away after he drains Violet during sex (likely) OR my personal insane theory is he drains and kills someone they’re all close to (ie: Rhi) and runs away after that.

Bodhi is going to have to pretend to be Xaden if they lock him up in the Rybestad chest for his own good. Bodhi then gets assassinated and Xaden goes full evil.

Sawyer isn’t going to die after losing his leg in IF, but I think Rhi and Ridoc are fair game. OR Sawyer losing his leg is a precursor to him dying… who knows.

The seventh breed of dragons is chilling in the Isle Kingdoms, and OS is a set up for the other road trip they’ll need to take in the fourth book.

Liam comes back to life and Violiaden lives happily ever after (let me have my fun)

Naolin is venin and alive or he’s actually dead and pulled from the earth before he died. But he was Tyrrish, hence the rune on Brennan’s hand. The rune is probably some old and dangerous magic and it wasn’t taught in the runes class, which is why Violet doesn’t ever recognize it.

Papa Sorrengail was poisoned. I think this idea originally comes from the Remi-verse (correct me if I’m wrong!). He and Lilith knew and let it happen because their children were threatened by the big bads in the government. Lilith hid his feathertail research after he died. Maybe the feathertails are the key to everything somehow and he knew?

Violet has a breakdown reading her mom’s journal. We get insight into Lilith’s personal beliefs regarding the venin.

Mira distances herself from the other Sorrengail siblings following Lilith’s death. She and Brennan get into an argument about it and their respective childhood traumas.

Mira dies Lilith-style by sacrificing herself for Violet. Violet feels copious amounts of guilt and crashes out, causing an insane lightning storm that kills whoever she was fighting.

[j0kers-light]

Imagine y/n shows up to joker wearing a playboy bunny suit and ears and fluffy tail with rope in her hands.

I’m squealing just thinking about it.

His Lighthouse: Joker’s Bunny (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

Joker’s Bunny - Oneshot

KEEP IN MIND THIS IS NOT A STORY UPDATE!

Hey hi anon 🖤✨

I love love loved this imagine! I can’t believe tumblr had the audacity to delete it! It’s been sitting in the inbox since August 7th! Yay for refreshing?

Anyhooooooo I’ve been merging asks to dwindle the numbers down and I came across one that…. well.. It’s not my cup of tea. BUT! If it's up your alley (lol no pun intended) it's implied. I’ll mark it with an ** and let you figure it out. I do regret to inform that this is rather short because I love to tease. I will return to this idea later 😏

I won’t add a tag list until I complete this oneshot!

It was only supposed to be a nickname, an inside joke to use however Joker seemed fit. He gave you so many, it was hard to keep up with them all— yet this one stuck.

You were naturally curious, a timid little thing and overly cautious.

You always weighed out the options presented to you before jumping all in. Joker said it as a joke all those months ago but overtime, it became something more. One could argue that you adopted the moniker.

You responded to it without fuss and rarely rolled your eyes or huffed under your breath whenever he used it.

You would tilt your head and scrunch your nose to really bring the nickname to life. One random day you found yourself accepting the name when you used the emoji to refer to yourself.

You were without a doubt, Joker’s Bunny. He never thought you would take the title so seriously.

Joker groaned to himself.

Whhhhhy didn’t he stay with you tonight? You practically begged him to with those e/c eyes of yours but he stood firm on his ‘I have to go, it's im-port-ant’ spiel.

You pouted but sent him off with a kiss. Now Joker regretted his decision as each boring minute dragged on during this briefing. To be fair, it was important. Too bad Joker wasn’t listening. He spent his time staring off into space. daydreaming about you.

He wondered what you cooked tonight. Was it that new recipe you wanted to try or did you play it safe and fix one of his favorites? He loved your cooking and could go for a hearty meal after sitting through this snoozefest.

His thoughts were plenty and quickly changed. Did you take a bubble bath with that new bath bomb he bought you? Joker saw it in passing and immediately thought of you after seeing its onyx and opal swirls in the store.

If he remembered correctly it was called Night Sky and smelled like forbidden fruits. It had your name written all over it. So what if he stole a few for you?

Joker was envisioning your body soaking in the tinted water when his phone chiming startled him out of the fantasy.

He fished it out of his coat pocket and arched an eyebrow when he saw your message come through. Speak of an angel and you appear.

you coming home?

J smirked to himself after reading the word home.

It stirred up a flurry of emotions within him every time you used it. Joker thought he had no need for a home until you entered his life and proved him wrong. Every person needs a home; his just so happened to be you.

And Joker was feeling a bit homesick.

He found your message a bit odd since you knew he was overseeing a meeting tonight. Did something happen or were you just as needy as he was? He really should’ve stayed at home with you in the first place. Joker sighed and scanned the room.

The team was talking amongst themselves on how to pull off the hit without gaining the authorities’ attention. Joker drowned them out thirty minutes ago. He was only here for appearance’s sake and could care less.

They could iron out the details without him and that became the determining factor to answer your question. With a roll of his green eyes, he replied.

What’s in it 4 me?

Joker watched three tiny dots appear and fade multiple times over a course of several minutes. Whatever you wanted to say was deleted over and over until Joker finally got a vague response.

Come and find out 🐰

Such a sassy little thing you were tonight. A few seconds later, Joker received an attachment pic from you. He took one glance at it and reacted.

“Oi! Where you going, Boss?” A henchman called out.

Joker was already storming out the door to even notice that he scared everyone with his abrupt exit.

They were waiting for Joker to voice his opinion and he just up and left. Not like he cared. The small group however began to panic and scrambled to find a way to revise the plans to meet Joker’s high expectations.

They could all die trying to rob the bank for all he cared. Joker’s mind was elsewhere, solely on you.

His Bunny was asking for it.

It was the only explanation as to why the dying sun captured your sexy silhouette oh so perfectly. When Joker got home, he was gonna ruin you.

Joker didn’t notice Frost coming down the hall in his mad dash to the elevator. Frost took one look at his boss and scoffed.

“Let me guess. It’s either the airheads in the meeting or something B did.” He ignored Joker’s venomous glare yet the lack of response spoke volumes.

“Are you coming back after you fix her attitude?” Frost sighed softly.

The elevator door dinged open upon arrival and Joker marched inside to stab the ground floor button. He locked eyes with Frost and set his demands.

“Don’t bother us unless.. I dunno, it’s err raining cats and dogs.” Which meant no, he wasn’t coming back and they both knew it.

Frost spoke his own reflection as the doors slid closed. “I don’t get paid enough for this.”

There really should be a guide to these types of things. How to look sexy for your lover while wearing a ridiculous outfit.

Perhaps you could write a guide yourself; it beat psyching yourself up to no avail.

You planned this for weeks and now the day finally came to commit and you were having second thoughts.

The last component arrived a little while after Joker left for his meeting and you just couldn’t stall another night. It was now or never.

You wouldn’t have the confidence to do this after today. Just looking in the mirror you felt silly all over again. Knowing that Joker left you on read didn’t boost that confidence any higher either.

It wasn’t that disappointing– Joker constantly left you on read in text conversations, the problem was that he left you hanging after you sent him a risque picture.

It took you ages to get the angle, the lighting, and find a pic you actually liked, before sending it to the clown and he didn’t appreciate none of it.

You checked yourself out in front of the floor length mirror and sighed as your heels clicked sharply on the hardwood. You thought you looked cute, hot even! But your opinion was moot if Joker didn’t approve.

Maybe he opened the message and got busy before he could respond? You told yourself anything except the truth.

He probably hated it and didn’t want to hurt yor feelings.

You puckered your glossy lips at your reflection, preparing to take off the ensemble when you heard keys turning in the front door.

Joker was back in record time. It made you wonder how he got here so fast but that was the least of your worries.

You grabbed his gift off the dresser right as you heard the bedroom door slam into the wall.

Joker was going to leave a dent in the wall if he kept doing that. You told him time and time again to stop. You were about to scold him right then but the fiery heat in his eyes stole your breath.

Joker was a raging bull, just shy of steam blowing out his nose.

His target? Poor ol’ you shifting your weight from heel to heel. You hid his surprise further behind your back and of course, he noticed.

“Whatcha got there.. Bunny.” Joker stressed the endearment more so than usual since you were dressed the part.

You wore your tallest pumps and donned a fresh pair of fishnets to go nicely with your f/c bunny suit. It clung to your figure in all the best ways and the white cuff links and debonair tie around your neck was the icing on the cake.

You looked every part the bunny Joker called you. He admired the bunny ears atop your head; one bent, the other straight. He loved every little detail you had.

Joker slowly stalked towards you with his head tilted slightly. “I asked... Whatcha got behind your back Bunny? Is it a surprise?”

You nodded demurely. So that’s how you wanted to play? Joker just grinned.

“Yeah? Is it…. for me?” You giggled when he tried to steal a peek if not for you dodging his attempts at the last minute.

Joker was all for your playful mood tonight and growled lowly, seeing your sly smirk. You did your makeup so pretty, but he was over the moon seeing your plump lips shimmering all for him. You wore that shade he bought you recently. The one that tasted like strawberries.

He wanted to ruin it and you.

His green eyes roamed down your beautiful face to your neck on full display for him to nibble and mark, down to your breasts practically bursting out of your suit.

He wouldn’t be surprised if you bought it two sizes too small with how your curves spilled out over the leather confines. Joker wanted to lay you down and knead your soft flesh and rip holes in your fishnets. You looked so good and he wanted to play.

There was so much he wanted to do! He grew tired of you ducking and dodging and grabbed your arms roughly. “Gotcha Bunny! Now… let’s uh, see what you oh..”

Joker audibly swallowed as you bit your lip and looked away.

Joker stared at the bundle of rope in your hands, honestly at a loss for words. The bright color would look heavenly against your skin tone and you knew Joker wanted to tie you up for months now. He introduced the idea once or twice and tested out the new concept by binding your wrists.

It excited you and drove him wild. It was high time he got his wish by going all in.

Joker rubbed his thumb against the rope and met your shy gaze. “Y/n… are you sure.”

You nodded and leaned up (even with heels on J towered over you) and kissed his cheek but Joker required a verbal agreement.

“I need to hear you say it, bunny. That you’ll let me uhh, tie ya up? You wanna be my sweet rope bunny huh doll?”

You nodded again but Joker reached out and gripped your chin, “Use your words, bunny.”

You moaned out and closed your eyes. Joker had yet to do anything and you were already worked up. “B-Bunnies don’t t-talk.” You gasped.

Joker was speechless as you finally turned around and let him see the fluffy bunny tail** you wore. You walked over to the edge of the bed and bent by your waist to wiggle your buns for Joker.

His breath was shaky but overly excited for what was about to happen. Joker unraveled the colored rope in his hands with a mocking tsk of his lips.

“What a naughty, naughty bunny girl I have.” 

[bepp-ers]

Sharing is caring... | Yandere! Yaoyorozu M. X Reader X Yandere! Kyoka J.

woo! first request!! i fucken’ love writing yandere, it’s fun lol. feel free to request anything, i’ll make a masterlist someday. not my gif :) and yes, it’s a bit aged up. just past graduation in fact, so around 18. enjoy <3

It really was awful. Your two closest friends, Kyoka and Yaomomo were acting rather odd. I mean, you were all graduating soon, of course people were stressed, but... This was more than that.

From more subtle glances to getting aggravated when you didn’t spend time with either of them, it almost scared you.

Had you done something to offend them? Or was it someone else? Whatever the case, you’d decided to not mention it until something big happened.

And it did. It was all over the news, right after graduation, a future pro hero disfigured horribly and dead. Your poor friend, all he’d done was ask you out formally. 

You wished you hadn’t accepted, maybe now he would still be alive.

You and Kaminari were close, true, and maybe you’d both harboured feelings for one another. So you were elated when he asked you out over your favourite restaurant’s meal.

One week later, he was attacked. He hadn’t even become a proper fully-fledged hero, it was so traumatic. You grieved over your new boyfriend’s death, you were so close, it hit you hard.

It was a forced-hanging. Whoever it was attacked him on his way home, and they brute-forced a noose around his neck. Throw on a few weights and hoist him into a tree, well... You didn’t want to remember it.

The worst part? You suspected your other two friends. For starters, no-one could account their whereabouts that night. Or for the whole week you’d been dating him. 

Secondly, they were dead against you dating Kaminari. They made it clear, and got a little upset when you stood firm in your decision.

Lastly, the news of his death didn’t seem to phase them. Yaomomo simply mustered a “Oh, that’s not good.” and Kyoka barely even raised an eyebrow. 

In hysterics from their nonchalance, you raced home, only to be attacked yourself.

You ghosted them for a few days, which might have been the worst mistake of your life.

Well, it certainly explained why you were hiding behind your kitchen counter, clutching your bleeding arm.

Your quirk would be of no use, being too loud to use; you could only wait in silence as the calls of “[Name], you can’t hide from us.” grew closer and closer still.

You were right about one thing- they had killed your boyfriend. You knew there was something off about them yet you stayed quiet.

And it may well be your demise, you figured as two onyx eyes gleamed at you over the counter.

“Aw, look Jiro- I’ve found her! Come on darling, let’s make this nice and easy.” She soothed, and if it weren’t for that crazed look in her eye you might have mistaken her voice for something calming.

“F-fuck off... Murderer!” You stammered, these girls scared you more than any villains you’d faced in a while.

“How quaint, you think you’re getting away, huh. C’mon love- let’s go.” Jiro stated, and at once you found yourself bound in her earphone jacks.

Thrashing around did nothing, so you simply tried your best to scream for help before your mouth was covered by a chemical-filled cloth.

☆

Bolting upright from your sleep, you looked around in fear, heart beating rapidly. Your dream was awful, two of your friends actually kidnapped you! Wait... this wasn’t your room.

“Ah, beloved you’re awake! God, you look so cute when you sleep. Right?” “Mm, adorable.” You whipped around to face the other two girls, eyes narrowed at the sight.

“What the hell!? Why am I here? Shouldn’t you have killed me by now?” You shot, scooting away from them.

They shared an amused look and Kyoka reached out, entangling a hand in your hair. You flinched at the action, hating how possessive it seemed.

“Kill you? I mean, we might punish you if you decide to misbehave, but we want you alive and all to ourselves.” 

Yaomomo nodded, wrapping two slim yet toned arms around your waist and resting her head on your shoulder.

“We had to get your... ugh, boyfriend out of the picture first. We figured he’d try something like that, so we dealt with him as soon as we could.” She spat the word with venom laced in her voice.

You choked out a sob, writhing to get away. “You- I k-knew it! You’re just... just...!” You couldn’t speak for the grief enveloping you, before it morphed into pure unbridled hatred and anger.

You wrenched yourself from their grip, tumbling off the bed and landing on the lush carpet. No doubt some private expensive home of Yaomomo’s.

“Be very careful, Y/n.” A sly smirk emerged on both girl’s faces as you rushed towards the door, yanking it open and racing down the hall.

Yaomomo simply pulled out her phone and tapped the security app, watching with a satisfied expression as the windows and doors leading to the outside world sealed themselves shut.

They listened as you scrabbled at one, obviously trapped now, and began making their was towards you.

Yaomomo created several binds, whilst Kyoka readied her earphone jacks to give you a nasty punishment.

“What a bad toy, luckily there’s two of us here to shape you back into form. After all...” Yaomomo started, wrangling your frantic form into several binds.

“Sharing is caring.” Kyoka grinned, and all last hope you had to leave that place left your body.

You screamed through the cloth to no avail, pulling and tugging with tied hands at your captors.

Immense pain filled your body and tears made their way down your face, which the two gladly planted sweet kisses on. You shivered as the lacerations stung.

Kyoka once again stroked your hair, leaning down to nibble on your ear a little. Yaomomo gently ran a hand down your thigh, attacking your neck on the other side with small but longing kisses.

“You can’t escape, darling, so don’t ever try. We love you so much,”

“And we don’t want anyone else to have you.”

☆

[one-leaf-grimoire]

Black Clover Week 2020, Day 4: Role Reversal

So I thought long and hard about what I wanted this to be and I finally decided what the obvious answer is. Behold: "Sexy Evil Julius Novachrono"

Warning: oops kind of angsty lol, ended up kind of long, also slight spoilers for the Spade Arc

"I didn't want it to be like this..."

Julius knew he was backed into a corner. He did his best for six months to hide his condition from the King, but the truth eventually slipped out. Was it one of the Captains? Or more likely Damnatio... but it didn't matter. Julius was dragged out into the light, where Augustus and the entire Kira family laughed at him.

"Look at you! Once, you claimed that your power rivaled mine, but now you're nothing but a weak child!" Augustus taunted as his infuriatingly slow light magic pushed Julius around. "Obviously, you can't be Wizard King any more, can you? And for lying to me for so long..."

Julius was stripped of everything he had worked so hard to achieve. He had hoped that everything would settle down after the defeat of the Spade Dark Triad, but now here he was, banished from the noble realm, with nothing but the body of a child, a single page of his grimoire, his former advisor, Marx.

And last he heard, Augustus was planning to appoint a new Wizard King, to add to Julius's humiliation. He didn't know who it would be, but he knew one thing:

It should still be me. I'm not ready to give it up yet. I'm not done.

There were parts of his dream yet to fall into place, and Julius wouldn't let anyone take hold of the future he fought for.

So, this desperation lead him all over the continent, Marx at his side, searching for ways to bring him back to his full power. It lead them into some pretty dangerous places, but eventually they ended up near a being who might just be able to help him. You see, after the last fight with the Dark Triad, the fabric between this world and the underworld of Devils had been thinned drastically, which was the only reason why Julius found himself face to a Devil with the same powers as him. A rare and interesting opportunity... Julius couldn’t help but think about Asta. How did Asta even manage to get a Devil in his Grimoire? I guess it doesn’t matter now... I’m about to walk down that same path. The Devil was eager for a chance to enter the living world, and willing to let Julius use his powers to do whatever he wanted. Maybe the Devil could sense the malice to come.

But, this was potent, forbidden magic, the kind that required the sacrifice of someone’s life to complete. Luckily, there was a volunteer there, ready to do what it took to help his King.

“I wish I could see this to the end,” Marx told Julius, a smile on his face despite the fear that trembled through his hands. “Promise me you’ll make it back, and fulfill your dream... and try not to get so distracted so much! Seriously, without me there, it’s going to be much worse, isn’t it?”

Julius couldn’t help but laugh at those long-passed memories. “I promise, Marx... I’ll never take my eyes off my goal again.”

And so, Marx’s life ended, and Julius’s began once again.

“J-JULIUS?! What is the meaning of this?!”

To say that Augustus was surprised was an understatement. He stared in shock as the man he banished walked right towards him, in all his former glory. His Swallowtail mark was back, but it was red instead of blue. The bright look that always used to be in Julius’s eyes was gone, replaced with a dark purpose that scared Augustus. The King frantically waved his staff as Julius continued to approach without a word. “Guards! Stop him!”

Four guards ran at Julius, who didn’t even slow down. He just raised his hands, letting off two beams of blinding red light. Screams filled the room as the smoke cleared and there was absolutely no sign of the attackers.

Panic started to fill Augustus as Julius climbed up the stairs to his throne. Maybe it was his imagination, but he swore he could see a little smile on the man’s face. “Julius!!! I’ll kill you myself!” A giant, golden monarch of light rose up behind Augustus, brandishing it’s staff. Julius recognized it as the same spell that held him down when Augustus humiliated and banished him. He felt more angry now than even when Yami and William were kidnapped, but none of it showed on his face.

Augustus... this is the only time I’ve ever been happy to see you. The day I kill you.

He wanted to see the same fear that once plagued him on Augustus’s face, so Julius let his Devil out. From his Swallowtail mark, pitch-black magic pervaded his body, staining his hair and his skin down to his hands. Just as he intended, a look of pure fear covered Augustus’s face as Julius’s own Weg appeared, a sharp, dangerous onyx antler.

Goodbye, your majesty.

More screams filled the room, and Augustus’s Golden Monarch melted away. Julius let himself smile genuinely before turning back to the others. “You’re all from the Kira family, yes?” he asked, remembering how they all laughed at him. Maybe I can get a little more revenge today... but first... “Tell me... who’s the new Wizard King?”

“I am.”

Julius and everyone else turned to the side entrance to see none other than Fuegoleon Vermillion walk in. Hmm, I should have expected that. This might be tricky. “It’s good to see you again, Fuegoleon,” Julius told him with a little wave, not moving from his place up by the throne. “As you can see, I’m back, so would you be okay with waiting your turn a little while longer?”

Fuegoleon’s eyes darted down to the ground, where several scorch marks already stained the marble. “I can’t do that, sir... you just killed our King.”

“I know it must be shocking to see, but don’t pretend you wouldn’t do the same thing. Or,” Julius narrowed his eyes. “Maybe you wouldn’t... maybe you still think of him as family.”

“Family or not, as the Wizard King, I have the Kingdom’s best interest in mind. And right now...” Fuegoleon opened his Grimoire, flames already roaring to life around him. “I don’t think you’re included in those interests.”

“Ah, that’s a shame.” Julius’s smile faded. It was starting to look like he’ll have to kill another friend today. “Well, if you’re so quick to defend a man who deserved to die... I guess we have no choice. Thank you, Fuegoleon. I admire your virtue.”

...

...

“Julius! Julius-”

Yami and William ran to the Castle as soon as they heard the rumors. It can’t be true... Master William would never do such a thing, William thought to himself in a panic. 

That old man... so the moment he comes back, he takes everything out on the Kira family? But if the rumors are true, then also... 

Yami skidded to a stop, William running into him. They peered into the great hall to see the horrible sight. Smoke drifted through the air, the last remaining dregs of flame mana. Mixed in was a horrible, unnatural magic, but unfortunately magic that they recognized all too well. Members of the Kira family were scattered everywhere, but among all of them.

“No... Fuegoleon...” 

William ran to the body and fell to his knees. Yami felt numb as he followed. William felt for a pulse, but couldn’t find it. “So... it’s true. Master Julius is here, somewhere...” His eyes darkened. “We have to stop him.”

They caught up to Julius just as he was about to step out of the castle and reclaim his title. “Ah, you two... I’m glad you’re here-” Julius cut himself off when he saw that Yami and William were ready to attack, grimoires and sword at the ready. “I see... well, before you blindly attack me, why don’t you listen to my speech?”

“What are you going to tell them?” Yami growled, hiding his fear and confusion. “Make promises you can’t keep?”

“What do you mean? I’ve always kept my promises.” Julius’s smile faded a little. “And I made one recently... I promised to never take my eyes off my goal again.” He clenched his fist. “I won’t step down... not until I’ve brought peace and equality back into this kingdom. While there’s still discrimination, I can’t stop.”

“Listen to you...” Yami let his sword lower. “A regular people’s man... you, who’s never faced discrimination in your life. Don’t you think it’s time to hand your job to someone else? We weren’t going to let you get killed, we were trying to find you when you came back here. You did so much for this kingdom already. You should have just gone and found a peaceful life somewhere, instead of crawling back up here, committing murder, and whatever the other shit is you have planned.”

Julius’s smile was completely gone now, just a look of disappointment on his face. “Well... why don’t we see what they think?”

Julius knew that he was beloved by the kingdom. And he knew that love was very much still alive as he walked out to greet the crowd, cheers and cries of his name filling the air. Yami and William could do nothing but watch as he proclaimed himself King and, once again, Wizard King. The crowd ate it all up, this was what they wanted for so long, for Julius to just take the power for himself. They didn’t understand the cost at the time. “Together... we’ll dismantle the system that’s oppressed you for so long. The nobility must go... and that future is in your hands.”

Julius turned back to look at Yami and William as the crowd cheered once again. One read of his Ki, and Yami could tell. Julius had no intention of fighting them, or even defending himself. The message was clear: Yami... are you really going to strike down a beloved monarch in front of the people who love him? 

No... I can’t. Yami grit his teeth. Dammit, Julius...

Julius was filled with nothing but confidence. The confidence of a man with nothing to lose and the entire world to gain.

William stared at the ground, clenching his fists, as Julius came back to join them. “Well, I’m glad you two came around. Now-” Both of the younger men looked up as their friend, mentor, and now King took their hands with his usual smile on his face. But today, that gentleness was a lie. Maybe Julius truly believed in what he was doing, but Yami had a bad feeling that a storm was just around the corner. “Will you help me rebuild this kingdom in our image?”

OUR image? You mean... your image.

“...yes, sir.”

Yami followed him, unable to look into the eyes of anyone as one thought plagued his mind.

I didn’t want it to be like this...

[wolfcrunch]

i swear when i saw a prompt list i grinned so hard hell yeah, i love your stuff! 28, angst, aizawa and midoriya

ahhh thank you! I’m really glad you enjoy my stuff!

Prompt #28 - Don’t go

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Shouta cursed his luck, for all it was worth.

Which - from the scene that lay before him - wasn’t much. His kids. His fucking kids-

This was suppose to be a nice day out…a day for his class to relax. Relentless attacks, left and right from the villains and the media left the children restless, tense and upset.

Not that he blamed them - the underground hero hated the media as much as they did. He found them akin to vultures - disgusting scavengers who were there only for the leftovers - for what lay bare, for all to see, for all to judge. They harassed his students. And that wasn’t even mentioning the villains.

Shigaraki…the League…even just one-off villains who were looking to get their five seconds of fame…it left a bad taste in the man’s mouth.

One that came back full force - making the man wanting to retch it up. It was only his stone-cold professionalism, years on the job, that made him able to hold it back. Able to keep his expression under wraps despite the fear that dispersed through his very core.

Screams sounded deathly silent on his ears, his onyx coloured eyes only watching the pile of cement before him, thick trails of smoke trickling upwards from the pile of destruction. Walls and debris that used to make up a building, a small two-story store. It had happened in an instant, his body moving too slowly for him to react at the first blast that alerted and partially destroyed the street.

His fists clenched as people ran behind him, screaming and crying out at the steady smoke that arose from the rubble - some of those cries belonging to several of his students, who had met up with him after going off on their own. The one’s who hadn’t wondered into the building. The building that now resembled not a building, but a pile of crushing weight, set to kill anyone still trapped within it’s deadly walls.

Uraraka in particular gave a loud sob, grabbing at her sensei’s shirt with both hands as tears rolled down her cheeks.

“Mr. Aizawa, they’re in there!” the brunette cries, eyes clenching shut, and Shouta knew. He knew before she spoke those next words, having seen those particular students walk into that store not even just ten minutes ago. The disappointment, anger, the rage at himself coiled beneath his skin, threatening to break out at any moment for his mistake, such a rookie mistake.

“Ashido…Hagakure…Deku…sir, they’re all in there!”

—–

Metal and cement creaked and groaned overhead, shifting as a grunt pushed past tight lips, a small body shifting slightly in his already precarious position. He pushed against the cement slab, the only thing holding the rest of the rubble above them.

Keep holding it…just a little longer…

It was dark, and Izuku couldn’t see very well - arms too occupied holding up who-knows how much weight above his head, straining even with the help of One For All. He couldn’t grab his phone, still in his pocket and working, that he knew. But despite the darkness, he could still train his eyes on the small crowd before him, in varying states of being dazed and consciousness.

It had been a second…all it had took was a second, an explosion to sound from beneath the floor, rattling and shaking the entire building before it tumbled down upon their heads, taking down everything within its radius. Izuku had only a split second to activate his quirk, to brace himself against the tons of weight dropping itself upon his unprepared self - a very thin thread, very close to snapping.

The blood blooming across the boys chest was yet of no concern to him, forgotten. His attention was not only focused on keeping himself crushed, but also keeping the others safe.

“Ashido? Hagakure?”

His voice a hoarse whisper, dust coating his mouth, and he coughed. A whimper met his words, one of the bigger bodies stirring, but not moving much more.

The three of them, browsing the lower level of the shop, had managed to drag two young children with them, preventing the pair from being crushed. Izuku hadn’t seen a mother or father in sight - regardless, he hoped that they hadn’t been caught up in…all of this.

The children themselves seemed to be responsive, able to see their eyes slightly in the darkness…but were clearly in shock, Ashido and Hagakure’s invisible body covering the two from the shower of dust that covered them from overhead. Izuku dared moving a foot, able to just nudge the closest one.

“…Midori?”

“Ashido…” he sighed, shading his dust-covered head. Muffled sounds from beyond their cement prison distracted the boy from the rattling that came from someone’s chest. “Can you move?”

He could only see the girl’s back, and a bit of her curly hair.

“My arm’s pinned…I don’t want to risk-ouch…risk melting it. H-Hagakure’s legs are the same…”

Dammit…

“The…the heroes will be on the way, I’m sure.” Izuku murmured, fingers digging into the roof above them. “I…j-just hang on, alright?”

Blood dripped down the boy’s temple, leaving a warm trail down one side. His body shuddered as the rattling continued. He could see slight movement from Ashido, as if she was trying to get a better look at the boy.

“I’m sorry…if only I d-didn’t see all the hero stuff-” Ashido’s croaky voice held guilt, and Izuku could tell by how thick her tone was, that she was holding back tears.

“It’s not your fault…” Izuku murmured, ignoring the adrenaline slowly fading from his veins, the strength of his quirk slowly starting to ebb away - but refusing to let up, digging his fingertips in tighter.

“We’re fine….I’m fine.” he tried to reassure his pink-skinned classmate. “We…we’ll get out of here.”

Izuku’s lie tasted about as promising as the copper between his teeth.

—–

Shouta couldn’t explain how time had slowed down in that particular moment - waiting for the emergency services to arrive, so they could start looking through the wreckage. He desperately wanted to go in - to rescue his stuck students…but with the fire, it was too dangerous to do alone.

Not to mention his other students, who all had tried in some way, shape or form, to help. He had to hold them back. He had to stop them from making any mistake that could cause the rubble to crush any survivors beneath.

“Mr. Aizawa, we have our licenses - let us help.” Todoroki, for probably the third or fourth time, spoke up against his teacher. The boy had been antsy, pacing when Iida’s small attempts at calming him had failed. “We can help-”

“It’s too dangerous.”

Todoroki nearly growled in frustration. “Those are our friends!”

Shouta could see the smoke rise from Todoroki’s left side, the boys eyes narrowed as he tried to stare his teacher down into letting the remainder of the class help - not that it helped, given that Shouta was more hardened and taller than the other. But he had to give the dual quirk user points for some form of intimidation.

“I understand, Todoroki,” Shouta began with a heavy breath, a wisp of white hair and old, all too clear memories flashing in the forefront of his mind, all too similar and familiar to the current situation. “But you’re all too inexperienced with rescue operations…if that rubble goes down, any chances of finding your classmates in one piece is gone. I can’t risk you doing that - and possibly hurting yourselves, as well.”

“They could run out of oxygen! What if they inhale too much smoke?” Todoroki demanded, voice thick. “Mr. Aizawa, please-”

“We can’t just sit here…” another student chimed in, quiet. Their voice was almost drowned out by the incoming sirens, indicating that help was approaching steadfast.

“That’s why I have texted Present Mic and All Might. They’ll be here to take you back to U.A. Where you can remain safe.”

As expected, an uproar rose by angered and upset students alike, the remaining seventeen students trying to speak all at once.

Shouta knew all too well how they were feeling. But no, he couldn’t risk it. Not when he already had three students - three - in a position not too different to dear old Oboro, from many years ago.

This weighed on his shoulders. And the man would be damned to drag another child down with him. He’d be damned to put any of them in that situation, something he can prevent.

“Your classmates lives are held in the heroes hands…I will not let anything that happens stain your own. Do you understand?” His voice left no argument, pulling his yellow goggles up to cover his eyes. He’d take responsibility for all of this…

He’d ensure nothing happened…

—–

Izuku wasn’t sure how much time had passed…

The aching of his arms, phantom pains shooting up the sides was almost numbing at this point, almost jolting the boy on occasion as if he’d let go. Faint sobbing was heard beyond the wall, too far for the hero student to tell the age or state of the person, too far to call out…

It was almost silent, otherwise.

His legs trembled, close to giving up. This was bad…

One eye was now closed, sticky with blood as he watched Ashido shift, the girl trying to sit herself up as much as possible. The two children she and Hagakure had managed to cover, covered in dust, sat huddled by her, now more responsive since the majority of the shock had passed. They’d even spoken to Ashido, although not more than a few words, still much too terrified…

Izuku didn’t blame them.

Droning out the soft tone of Ashido, speaking quietly to Hagakure who had not woken long ago, the boy let his mind wander to the possible outcome at this point. Surely, he had never expected to find holding a building up more difficult than that of fighting a villain…but here he was.

Even 20% wasn’t helping much…only enough to keep the rubble above his head. He couldn’t risk trying to punch or kick his way out…judging by the sobbing he heard before, they were not the only people stuck here.

Ashido had even offered to try and melt away some of the rubble with her free hand, but Izuku had stopped her - too risky, they had no idea what it was like above them. One wrong move, and with the building so unstable…

Izuku swallowed thickly at the thought, wincing internally at the coppery taste of blood. Blood stuck to his sides, and the boy was sure he was hurt elsewhere…but he couldn’t check.

He couldn’t help the way his thoughts spiraled. What kind of hero couldn’t keep standing? A pathetic one - was he really going to give up? When others depending on him to keep going, to be the decider between their life or death…

But his body was numb, as if he wasn’t all there, and some part of him wanted to let go - to have a break, to get feeling back into his arms and legs. But doing that meant they got crushed and would die-

He couldn’t stand for that…he wouldn’t-

Something creaked above them, shifting, and Izuku paused, muscles tensing.

A beat of silence passed, and Izuku was about to chalk it up to the rubble above moving on its own, moving on its own accord because he couldn’t hold it all up–

“Oi! Any– down there?!”

Izuku’s eyes widened at the muffled voice that broke through their makeshift room of cement, barely registering the cry of relief that came from one of the girls, before Ashido cried out. “Down here! We’re down here!!”

Ashido began to sob, and Izuku nearly made his own noise of relief as he began hearing more voices, moving closer and closer, shifting the crumbled building above them to get the students and children out.

The heroes. The heroes were here!

There was a particularly loud sound above them, as if something has been tossed aside, too heavy for one person to throw before most dust and dirt crumbled around the group. To Izuku’s left, some of the loose building trembled, only taking a moment for the worn wall to be kicked in, putting up a cloud of dust as bright light began to stream into their small room.

Izuku looked away, the bright light hurting his eyes, but he heard one of the two children let out a loud wail, and the soft voice of someone unknown to him.

“We’ll take the kids out first, then we’ll come back for the U.A students - oi, Rock Lock, get in there! Stabilize the wall.”

The hero-in-training didn’t have the time to process the name called out before a new shape blocked out the streaming light, a hand placing itself on the slab Izuku was holding up and twisting, quirk activating.

And just like that– the weight was gone.

Izuku staggered forward, only to have his shoulders grabbed gently. Rock Lock - the very same hero who had helped with the raid of Overhaul and his Yakuza cronies, the Shie Hassaikai - helped the boy balance, before carefully helping him sit down. Izuku couldn’t see his eyes, his own gaze gaining dark spots.

“Sit down, kiddo. Eraserhead will bring you out.”

He didn’t hear the slight worried tone that overtook the older man, gaze lingering a moment longer before he turned - presumably to help the two children first, as well as Ashido and Hagakure - considering they were stuck under fallen debris and probably in need of medical attention…

Black spots painted his vision, the voices muffled as a low buzz overtook his sense of hearing, and Izuku allowed his eyes to slide shut, even though he knew he should probably stay awake.

Just for a moment…I’ll close my eyes for a moment…

—–

“Midoriya!”

The boy in question jolted slightly at the call of his name, and Shouta sighed, jaw unclenching as he willed his racing heart to slow down.

He…he’d looked– Shouta refused to finish that line of thought. He was crouched before the injured boy, a hand resting on his shoulder to see the pale face of his problem child stare up at him with half-lidded eyes. Blood slowly trickled from a gash in his temple…but that wasn’t the worst of his injuries.

The boy’s chest had a slight rattle to it when he breathed in, causing the boy to cough as he tried to speak.

“M-Mr. Aizawa?”

“Stay awake, Midoriya,” Shouta said in a firm, but still gentle tone, allowing his eyes to quickly assert the rest of the damage.

His onyx eyes avoided the steel bar protruding from the student’s chest, having entered from his lower back. The teacher ignored the heavy iron taste that stayed in the air, using a hand to life the boy’s head when he began to lean too far to one side. “You’re alright, Midoriya.”

Izuku blinked blearily at him, sluggish, and Shouta knew he needed to get into an ambulance now. The paramedics were off getting the stretcher…he just needed to stay awake and not fall asleep. Shouta couldn’t risk moving him, couldn’t risk him falling unconscious with this much blood loss…

“I…are A-Ashido and Haga-akure…ok?”

“They are,” Shouta told the boy softly, and saw Izuku open his mouth again. “So are the two kids. They got reunited with their mother. You did good, kiddo.”

The student hummed slightly at that, his head leaning slightly into Shouta’s grasp…it was only another moment before tears began to roll down Midoriya’s cheeks.

“I…it hurts, Mr. Aizawa…”

He felt something squeeze him painfully at those words. “I know.”

“Am…I going to-”

Shouta planted both his hands now firmly on Izuku’s shoulders, stopping him from going further and making eye contact. He heard the paramedics shouting, getting closer. “You’re going to be fine. You’re not dying, Midoriya.” The man took a breath to calm himself. “You have everyone waiting for you. So you can’t give up, yeah? You’re a fighter.”

Izuku didn’t seem to respond much to that, and so the underground hero moved away from the student, intending on allowing room for the paramedics to lift his wounded student onto the stretcher and begin treatment.

A feeble hand reached out, grasping the sleeve of his shirt with unforeseen strength in that state. Shouta, startled, met the eyes of Midoriya, who stared at him with a startling clarity he hadn’t seen before - and with fear filling its depths.

“Don’t go,” the boy whispered, voice weak but piercing Shouta with the amount of sorrow it held, how small and vulnerable it make him look. “Please…don’t go.”

He was terrified…Shouta couldn’t stand it, if the unfamiliar stinging in his eyes wasn’t a big enough clue to that. So the hero steeled himself,

“Don’t worry, kid,” Shouta murmured thickly, moving back to the kid’s side and placing his own hand over Izuku’s, grasping the smaller hand in his own gently, but still grounding. The paramedics, the sirens, the cries - all falling on deaf ears as all the two focused on, was the grounding presence of one another - what Izuku truly needed, in that moment of uncertainty.

“If you don’t go…then I won’t, either.”

[mydarlingfireheart]

i hate you, i love you

throne of glass highschool au

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summary:

after losing the love of his life, Rowan Whitethorn decides he needs a change of scenery. he transfers to Ornyth High and hopes to continue his football career and meet some friends. and then he meets her.

Aelin Ashryver Galathynius is the clever, beautiful head cheerleader at Ornyth High. however, she is just trying to get through her junior year without falling apart. and then she meets him.

disclaimer: i do not own the throne of glass series or the characters in the throne of glass series. all rights to Sarah J Maas.

Aelin Ashryver Galathynius gazed out of her cousin’s car window.

The first day of her junior year, one of the best years of her life supposedly.

She had kept her outfit straight forward; high waisted blue ripped jeans that hugged her curves, matching it with a white cropped hoodie and white high-top converse. Simple, but sweet.

“Feet off the dash, come on.” Aelin begrudgingly removed her feet off of the dashboard where Aedion leaned over and began wiping it hastily. Aelin rolled her eyes and smiled at him.

He glanced up at her, “what?”

“I swear you love this car as much as you love Lysandra.”

“Don’t you tell her that.”

“You’re beautiful, sexy cheerleader girlfriend would be thoroughly offended.” She laughed, leaning down and digging through her bag for her aux cord.

Aedion and Lysandra had been dating since the start of Lysandra’s sophomore year (Aedion’s junior year). It took them a lot of flirting and Aelin felt she was becoming obligated to step in. She did and now they have been together for almost a year.

“How is your mum and dad?” Aedion looked over to her. She plugged the aux cord into the car and the plugged it into her phone.

“They’re in Spain right now,” she scrolled through her playlist. “I don’t think they will ever want to come home.”

She thought about the last facetime call she had with them. Her mum was beaming, and her dad looked calm, relaxed. They deserve it.

“Now shush, we must have music.” Aedion chuckled.

~~~

Chatter flowed through the hallways of Orynth High, Rowan clutched the strap of his backpack.

He looked through the rows of numbered lockers, soon finding his. He did his code and threw his bag in. Turning to the halls, he surveyed the students buzzing about the first day.

Rowan hadn’t ever really been to a new school, the friends he developed in his last high school had been mostly through sport and classes. He was quite popular at his old school.

He wasn’t particularly nervous for his classes, just football tryouts.

Since he was a child all he’s wanted to do is play football. Before he moved, he basically had lines of colleges ready to give him scholarships but... it all quickly changed. After Lyria.

The bell went, Rowan quickly shut his locker while trying shake off the gaze of someone who would never return.

~~~

Rowans first few classes had gone by with a blur, he had one more until it was lunch. He glanced down at his schedule while walking through the school hall when he suddenly felt a broad shoulder bump him.

“I’m so sorry man I- “ Rowan looked up to see a tanned, blond haired guy.

The guy froze as Rowan met his dark onyx eyes. “You’re- you’re Rowan Whitethorn!”

“Uh… yeah.”

“The star quarterback of Doranelle Highschool!”

Rowans mouth tilted up into a smirk. They faintly heard someone murmur that they should move because they were in the middle of the hallway. They both quickly stepped to the side.

“Yeah,” he scratched the back of his head. “well I used to be. And you are?”

The guy stuck his hand out while grinning. “Fenrys moonbeam, the fullback of Orynth high warriors.”

Rowans eyes widened as he shook Fenrys’ hand. This would, hopefully, be a guy he was with on the football team.

“So, are you coming to try-outs after school?” Fenrys queried, a mischievous gleam in his eye.

“You bet.” Rowan peered around, most of the students filing into classrooms.

“Well Rowan,” Fenrys smiled. “why don’t you come sit with the boys and I at lunch?”

“Yeah, I’d like that. I’ll see you later.”

Fenrys turned, “see ya then quarterback.”

Rowan chuckled. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

~~~

Aelin basically ran out of her class before Ms. Phillipa could scold her for not doing the end of her holiday homework.

Once she was sure her life was not in danger, she pulled out her phone and strolled through the hall.

Lysandra had messaged her, the text reading;

‘Meet me in the girl’s bathroom near the cafeteria <3’

Aelin quickly walked in the direction of the bathroom, passing a few friends. She smiled at them with a passing glance, waving to a few people.

She finally got to the bathroom and pushed the door open, spotting Lysandra looking in the mirror applying a layer of lip gloss. Aelin smirked. “Hey baby.”

Lysandra looked at her through the mirror, she smiled. “Ugh, it’s the first day of school and Mr. Tonan is already being a dick about homework.”

Aelin snorted, turning to the mirror. She fiddled with the ends of her braids. A few others were in the bathroom with them, Aelin politely smiled at them all- usually getting a beam in return.

Lys looked her over. “Have you seen the new guy yet?”

Aelin raised an eyebrow. “Why? Is he cute?”

“No,” Lysandra closed her lip gloss and put it in her handbag. “That isn’t the word I would use. Though he is extremely… eye catching.”

“You’re with my cousin I’ll have you remember.”

Lysandra just hummed.

~~~

Rowan glanced around the busy cafeteria. A few girls glanced at him as he found Fenrys and made his way over to him and his table.

“Ah Rowan! My man.” Fenrys beamed as he motioned for Rowan to sit next to him. There were three other guys sitting at the table.

“Rowan, this is Aedion Ashryver.” Fenrys pointed to the blonde, muscular guy who sat next to Rowan. “Kind of a dick but is really good at football plus his girlfriend and cousin are hot not gonna lie.” Aedion looked at Fenrys with dismay.

Quickly turning away, Fenrys pointed to the man sat next to him, “This is Connall Moonbeam, my not as good-looking twin.” The man, now known as Connall smirked and cocked his head at Fenrys.

“And lastly, this is Lorcan Salvaterre. A very grumpy, popular resident bad boy i’d say.” Lorcan scowled at Fenrys. Rowan immediately noted that Lorcan would be a strong willed, passionate player on the field.

“It’s nice to meet you all.” Rowan declared politely, Connall smiled while Aedion replied; “it’s nice to meet you too Rowan.”

Slowly the Lorcan man turned to Rowan, “I’ve seen you play; we could use your skill set on the team. You coming to tryouts?”

Rowan nodded, instantly liking Lorcan and his straightforward demeanour.

Aedion surveyed rowan, a grin on his face. “The other teams won’t have a chance.”

“I still have to try out.” Rowan informed, looking over at Fenrys and Connall who were arguing about which of them could score more fries from the lunch lady.

“Well, considering that we are the ones judging at tryouts and that across high schools you are seen as a football legend- I’d say you have a good chance.” Lorcan grunted his agreement.

Rowan went to reply but Aedion had looked over rowans shoulder and smirked, Lorcan muttering; “oh god.”

Rowan turned to peer at whatever they looked at, all of cafeteria stopping to look at the doors.

Two women entered the room, arms entwined with bright grins on their faces. Everyone stopped to look even though they seemed utterly unaware of the admiration on everyone’s faces. The brunette walked with a sultry grace and the blonde…

She was the most beautiful woman Rowan have ever seen.

~~~

authors note: thank you for reading! this chapter was a bit slow but i hope you enjoyed it. let me know if you want more 🖤

[queenlua]

Rules: Answer 21 questions and tag 21 people you’d like to get to know. hey fill it out too if you’re into this sort of thing!  (tagged by @deetvar, tyty)

nickname: Lua

real name: not telling

zodiac: in Chinese zodiac, horse.  in western zodiac, virgo.  (i prefer the former)

favorite musicians/groups: DANNY BROWN, Emancipator, Bad Religion, Ellegarden, A Thee Silver Mt Zion, Nappy Roots, Busta Rhymes, Twista, Major Lazer, Flying Lotus, Aesop Rock, J Dilla, Less Than Jake, Streetlight Manifesto, Band of Horses, Kanye, Yoshiki / X Japan, Frank Ocean, Electric Six, Rachmaninoff, Chopin, Yoko Kanno, David Wise, Utada Hikaru

favorite sport teams: college basketball is the one true sport.  i love University of North Carolina & Kentucky, and also, literally any enemy of Duke is a friend of mine

other blogs: i got a dreamwidth

do i get asks: not really

how many blogs do i follow: 311, apparently, though i assume a lot of them are inactive

tumblr crushes: i don’t really know what this would mean

lucky numbers: i’m fond of 3 and 333 and prime numbers in general

what am i wearing: pajama paints, white furry jacket, purple tanktop

dream vacation: i still need to do a couple months of just chillin out in eastern Hokkaido and looking at birds and skiing

dream car: the real dream is not having to own a car.  i miss boston public transit like burning

favorite food: …god, i like a lot of food.  anything you can drown in cajun seasoning.  okra masala.  popcorn.  steak.  soup dumplings.  ramen.  taco bell.  sushi.  the kind of food you get at campy teppanyaki places.  the kind of food you get at family Italian restaurants with like, absolutely preposterous proportions & there’s a parmesan shaker on the table so you can just drown everything in cheese.  idk if i’m painting a coherent picture here at all lol

drink of choice: at the moment, apple cider and diet coke.  i also really like rooibos tea and black tea when i can be assed to actually boil water

instruments: piano (pretty well) and oboe (passably, though i’m out of practice).  i also played marimba in the pit of my high school marching band and that RULED, i could play with four mallets at a time, and it’s such a cool instrument, i miss it

languages: i took uh, two semesters of Spanish in high school from an awful teacher, and two semesters of Japanese from a good teacher.  that’s… that’s about it.  languages are tragically not my thing alas

celebrity crush: no idea what my current one would be, but when i was fifteen i thought Hayden Christensen’s SW3 hairdoo was mighty hot

random facts:

i sat around a while trying to figure out what may surprise or interest longtime readers, but gosh being interesting on the spot is hard.  here’s what i got:

* i’m the lone nonatheltic nerd in a giant extended family of uberjocks.  i have a cousin who played basketball in the NBA, another cousin who played professionally in Europe and coached for a while in the USA, basically all my siblings/cousins/etc set some kind of record in their sport when they were in high school, etc.  this meant that, my mom spent a long time desperately trying to find me a sport, because Poor Lua Will Feel Left Out If She Doesn’t Find One :(, so every six months i was thrust into a new one.  to be clear: i didn’t mind this!  mom would say “do you want to try tennis” and i’d say “sure” because i’ll try anything *once*, and i generally found the sport diverting/amusing, but i was just never any good at them and none held my interest for more than a year.

sports i attempted during that period in my life: soccer, basketball, volleyball, ballet, tap dancing, tennis, cross-country, lacrosse, swimming, probably a couple others i’m forgetting

i am not good at sports

* in my fifth grade spelling bee i misspelled the word “macaroni” because i fucking HATED macaroni, we didn’t have any boxes of the shit in my house, how the hell was i supposed to know it only had one “c”.  in my sixth grade spelling bee i misspelled the word “onyx” because I THOUGHT IT WAS SPELLED LIKE THE POKEMON NAMED “ONIX” FFS.  i am very mature and totally over both of these and don’t stew over them late at night

(…the kid who got sent to the regional spelling bee instead of me fuckin misspelled “FOIL.”  what a fucking tool.  who let that brat out)

* i read only a little bit of fanfiction, off and on, as a kid, and didn’t start writing my own until halfway through college.  i wrote the first draft of “crush” while pretty damn tipsy after i left an a capella group party at 2am, i wrote “delicately, madly” when i was in-hindsight deeply depressed during a fucking horrendous internship, and i wrote “lust like remembrance” in an annoyed fit after a complicated love triangle i was involved in imploded, in like, a weird passive-aggressive why-are-these-dudes-so-bad-at-feelings sort of way

[pinkesthoney]

Buoy

**SELF-SHIP/1st person, please ignore if that’s not your cup of tea | Author/reader x Joker/Arty

TW: insecurity, feelings of loneliness, worthlessness etc. etc. etc. (a.k.a. I’m having intrusive thought so I thought talking to myself might help)

Joker

(Me)

-3:26 am- Sorry kttn, looks like this hit is going to take longer than expectd, can we reschedule again? xx

This was the third time J has cancelled plans and a nauseous feeling started to take over. Of course Joker had figured out that I wasn’t good enough to matter to him. Just like everyone else, he’d realized that he could ditch me and I would always come running back. Why not cancel on me? He probably didn’t even like having me around that much, he just felt bad. Well, he shouldn’t bother then. I’d rather be alone than be someone’s pity fuck, pity friend, etc... I realized my eyes were burning and cursed at myself for feeling this way again, letting myself be treated this way again. 

-3:27 am- (Sure, J, that’s fine. I guess I’ll see you later.)

I half hope he’ll sense how badly I’m hurting, even though I know it’s not fair of me to want him to read between the lines. Though somehow he always seems to know what I’m feeling better than anyone else. 

No answer. Maybe he’s just bored of me by now. He’s decided I’m not even important enough to respond to, that my feelings don’t really matter that much anyway.

-4:55 am- shit, didn’t see you responded, u ok? did something happen??

hm. 

-4:59 am- (no J nothing happened)

lie.

-5:01 am- (it’s nothing..)

lying again, and now it’s because you’re too bad at emotions that you’re both incapable of being vulnerable and bad at being loved. Great. Push away the only person who has ever seemed to care about you as more than just a tag-along piece to their life, an expendable thing that can be cut at any moment. 

Maybe I’m just meant to be alone. Maybe I should just take this as a sign that I’m too hard to love and no one cares about me. Shit, all he did was blow off plans one too many times yet here I am clutching his pillow bawling my eyes out. I know all of this isn’t just about this one moment, but every time something like this happens I flash back to those moments of abuse as a child and I’m back to being that unwanted friend, that leftover piece, the one no one cared about, no one saw. Shit, I have got to get this under control before (if) Joker comes home.

at 5:05 am there was a key in the door and Joker stormed into the bedroom, looking ready to fight and instead found me curled around his pillow crying. His face immediately softened and he rushed to wrap around me. I let him comfort me for a few more seconds before putting a hand on his chest and getting a couple of inches between us. I could see fear and pain ripple through his face before his showman smirk replaced it in a cool mask. 

(J, y-y-ou dd-don’t have to stay ww-w-w-ith me. If I’m n-not important to you or if l-lu-l-loving me is a chore then please just go, it’s oh-o-k-kay. I w-wuh-w-won’t hold it against-t you) I managed to get out through my stutter, which only shows up now when I’m really upset.

Joker burst out laughing and for a second my skin heated up with new rage at his blatant mocking of my pain, before I recognized the edges of Arthur creeping back, and the pained expression on his face as his hands fluttered, trying to capture the traitorous laughs. Though I didn’t want to let myself become any more attached, I couldn’t help but rub soothing circles on his back and pull him close until the laughter bubbled down. 

Do you want me to leave then? 

his hoarse whisper was thick with unshed tears. I bit back a sob of my own before responding.

(Arty, you mm-make me happier than w-words can say. When I’m with you it feels like home and when you’re not here I miss you every sec-se-second, but I’ve let t-too many people decide I’m not important enough, so they start cancelling more and more, and giving me only scraps of love, dragging me along like a dog who will j-ju-just accept anything because I was afraid to be alone. I’m not afraid of that anymore, so if you’re just going to become like those other people and think you can treat me luh-like I’m worthless, I want you to leave. I can’t take that again, especially not from you.)

He stared, dumbfounded. very slowly he untangled himself and left the room. My heart sank but I knew it was for the best. I had pulled the pieces of myself together before and I would do it again. I just wish it didn’t hurt so much... the clawing pain in my ribs was cut off by Arty’s calloused hands covering my eyes, whispering in my ear surprise, darling, I’m sorry I scared you but I needed time to get this...

There was a soft weight on my leg and when Arty, Joker? uncovered my eyes I could see a beautiful velvet box on my knee. After I very enthusiastically agreed to illegally marry him, Arthur explained to me how he had found a black market jewelry maker who would make the ring as soon as Joker managed to steal the materials. The ring was absolutely perfect, a lustrous opal in the center, surrounded on one half by black onyx and the other half by pale peridot, me in the center, surrounded by my clown and my darling.

[wildler]

The Onyx Gates

The pitch-black morphs into shape.

It’s a fence. No. A gate—an imposing one—storeys high, unlike anything Dave has ever seen before.  

A few steps more and he stops. The first ornate pillar now an arm’s reach away. Thousands of snakes are carved into smooth onyx, it’s both terrifying and gorgeous. He takes a sharp draw of air as his fingers trace the raised figures.

A woman’s voice rings out, breaking his trance. Through the gate’s entrance he can see she’s seated behind a stone desk with a young man.

“I don’t get it. I have to train you?” She says with suspicion. “We’ve only ever had one gate keeper.”

He shakes his head, running a hand through his questionable haircut. “Admissions are going up. We need more staff or there’ll be a queue, and frankly I don’t think that’ll fly around here.”

“Where am I?” Dave’s question slices through their conversation. They seem a little surprised by his presence.

The woman scoffs and looks to her companion. “There’s a question you’ll get sick of.” She turns a smile full of mock sweetness in Dave’s direction. “The gates of hell darling.”

“Jesus, I’m dead?”

She flinches at the ‘J’ word whilst rustling through papers on the desk, locating one in particular. “David Green?” She inspects him over her glasses, then nods. “That was a little quicker than anticipated.”

The young man reads the file over her shoulder and tuts, “Not a bad life.”

“But not a particularly good life either,” she adds, scanning the rest of the page.

Dave’s brow puckers. “You’re telling me I haven’t been bad enough to get into hell?”

“You think we just take all of Peter’s rejects?” The woman gives a catty chuckle. “We’re a little more exclusive than you think.”

“What happens to me if I don’t get in here?”

She looks away in practiced wistfulness. “We call them floaters, but you probably know them as ghosts. They’re the fence sitters—morally speaking. Left to roam the in-between for all of eternity, while the rest of us party.”

“Party?”

“Luc— I mean, Satan”—She raises her hands in sarcastic fanfare— “is not the villain you’ve been led to believe.”

Despite his scepticism, Dave is curious. “What would it take then?”

She flashes her teeth at him so quickly it is as though she expected the question. “I’ll leave that to my trainee.” Her eyes dart to the young man and Dave’s follow.

“There is one final act that will grant you entry.” He approaches Dave at a speed that’s so slow it’s overdramatic. “Give me the name of a living innocent to join you here—with us.”

“Innocent?” Dave echoes, his mind whirring through every soul he’s known.

The man smiles, amused by Dave’s palpable uncertainty. “What’s it going to be?”

[anxietymymiddlename]

Lethe ~ Reaching You~

Pairing: Jumin H. x MC4 Summary:  Born as a powerful wizard, unable of feeling, a strange encounter and a tempting suggestion will lead him to another world, in a new life, in order to reach her. Will he play the game to the end? Note: As I am not very confident in my English, I apologize for any spelling or grammar mistakes. I hope that you will enjoy the story anyway.  [Prologue]

Day 1

 In a world driven by magic, nothing seemed impossible. Especially for those who held immense power. But immense power in that word could be a curse for those who held it. Misuse, either intentional or not, was not rare, but the true curse -as people used to say- was that wizards could not truly love.

That did not necessarily mean that they were unable to harbor romantic feelings; more that they were afraid to do so, or because they were more in love with their power instead of their partner. There were also many cases of wizards who, while harboring these kind of feelings, they were driven mad by them. At east that's what the stories said and people always kept their distance. Were they afraid of their powers or of what they could do with it for the people they loved, who could tell? Falling in love with a wizard was always considered a taboo.

Thus, a romance between a wizard and a human, a case of true love, was rare but marrying out of convenience was not. When he looked at his friends, he wondered if destiny brought them together. If true love was supposed to be so rare for people like them, then it should be probably it. But they what about him then? Just when he decided that he had no use of this kind of a relationship, doubts were filling his mind and then that happened.

Were they right? Was he loosing his mind after all? Day after day, he was visiting the lake, leaning over the water, impatiently waiting to see her. At first, it was pure curiosity, mixed with a subtle attraction, but as the days were passing, he found himself, as he would describe, enchanted. First, it was her smile, then they way she blinked when she was confused. Moments of naivety, the way she was awkwardly touching the tip of her bangs while she was talking to a stranger, even how she wrinkled her nose when she was getting annoyed. Moments, snippets of her everyday life… and how… how he was dying to hear her voice. He was praying every time that he would be able to, since the first time he heard her. And every chance he had to do so, he was afraid that he could not listen to her properly over his heartbeat.

Day by day, he was loosing himself more and more. He was standing there for hours. Even Elizabeth could not distract him. He lost his appetite, but felt a constant weird feeling in his stomach. He wasn't feeling weak but felt feverish all the time. The part around the lake bloomed wildly. To his eyes was the most special place after all.

It wasn't like he was trying to hide it, but this change in him did not go unnoticed. In his rare visits, his friend realized that something was not normal. However, trying to respect his friend, he did not push him to open up, despite voicing his concerns.

Sadly, he was not the only one to notice. Wizards were not uncommon to have an aide, especially if they were widely recognized. In this case, his loving friend was accompanied of a rather troubling one. Caught for mischief and brought to serve as a reform, the auburn-haired mage watched the two men talking from afar. It wasn't hard for him to notice the surprise face he made then they announced their sudden visit or how conflicted he looked when his friend told him that he would be staying there for a while. Though he did welcome him as a guest to his house, he did not look very happy about it.

As the two of them immersed in a conversation, the young mage excused himself from the room, alleging that he would like to rest, but he did not hesitate to leave the castle completely. He curiously walked towards the lake and finally stood over the spot the man was standing when they arrived. A bit hesitant at first, he reached his hand over the water and clicked his tongue frustrated. With his powers suppressed, her was not sure if it would work but he proceeded anyway… Reverse.

He was taken aback. The image of a girl… It was the last thing he was expecting to see, but what surprised him the most was the image of a world he was not familiar with. Tall buildings and strange carriages with no animals, he felt excited. Was it a bridge between the two worlds? He touched the water but his hand sunk in it. Nothing happened. So it was more like a mirror then.

"Oh, she is eating..."

She was munching something crunchy out of a weird back… and though it didn't look very appetizing to him, the girl looked really happy with it. She even did a small victory dance after the first bit. He let a chuckle. Who would look like that while eating something that looked like this? He covered his smile with his hand. Actually, she was kind of cute now that he was looking at her.

"Oh..." the image vanished. He was a bit disappointed.

Now what should he do? The wizard's secret was out of the bag. A link to another world, a strange girl. The mechanics of the world always amazed him, but what was thrilling him the most was the idea of another world, the opportunity to escape from a life he did not consider particularly exciting. Finding a rift and not trying to use it… The Wizard was a strange man. If he had his powers and if he wanted to see a girl to the point of not eating properly because he was thinking of her, he would do everything he could to cross to the other side.

"Luciel..."

Ah, he hated that name. Smile… Smile… He forced one to his face almost naturally. His master was there followed by that man. He looked restless, his long dark brown hair here tied back, his bangs here falling falling messily into his face. He looked restless or was he pissed? What was that man thinking? Falling for an unknown girl while he was good looking and powerful enough to take any bride he wanted. Keeping something like that to himself, shouldn't it be be considered selfish?

"Victor..." "What are you doing her?" "Ah… I just felt like I was needing fresh air." "You should not come here..."

So that man finally spoke to him after ignoring him all this time. The flustered expression on his face brought a strange sense of satisfaction to the young mage. Maybe he could make use of this. He grinned.

"I thought I would find Elizabeth here, but she was with you all along! Come here, Elly!"

He was ready to hug the fluffy, white cat when her owner blocked his way. His onyx eyes looked at him coldly. Elizabeth hid under his purple cloak. He started back, almost challenging for a moment and then smiled widely. It was clear that this man would never want to share anything precious to him, but at the same time he didn't seem to know how it was to loose something precious.

"Come on! Just a hug!" he laughed. "Go-away," he hissed. "Ivan..."

The stern voice of his friend made him back down. The look on his face softened as Victor shook his head in disappointment. He looked down, a bit embarrassed and then picked up his cat softly, not before giving him one last warning look.

"Victor, as I said, you are welcomed to stay at my castle as long as you wish… But this is my special place. I don't really want an outsider walking around freely." "OK… Ok… There is no need to worry… It's not like I will steal your girl!" he said.

He almost regretted saying that. As much as he was hoping for a reaction, he could not expect one like that. He took a step back nervously. This man's glare felt so empty… It was... frightening. Were they the eyes of a man who was ready to do everything for the things he thought he owned?

"Elizabeth is clearly yours after all," he continued.

The man paused for a moment as he heard these words. It seemed that he realized that he had overreacted for no reason. He looked at the red haired man silent for a moment, the lowered his glare and then gazed at his cat who was meowing in his hard. His fingers run through her white fur gently. He let a weak smile.

"That's a fact. Elizabeth will never betray me," he muttered, the cat meowed in response. "Victor… No matter how much I like you, I'd like you to keep your aide in check. Well then, I bit you goodnight. I'll make sure your rooms will be ready for the night."

He turned his back to them and left.

"So cold," he commented but stopped after seeing Victor glaring at him. "I know, I know… my bad," he held up his arm condescendingly. "Please, don't rill up trouble," Victor warned him before following his friend to the castle.

He stood there. His smile had vanished.

"It's not like I was trying to!" he cried. "It's not like I was trying to..." he repeated and looked at the lake. "But I can not promise anything..."

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Note: I thought that the use or the names Victor and Ivan were not confusing for use. I thought I used use different names for the magic world. Victor somehow felt appropriate for V. Also his character design kind of reminded him Victor from Yuri on Ice and I thought it suited him. As for Jumin, I found out that the name meaning was similar to that of the name John, but I went for the Russian Ivan anyway, instead of keeping the J. Somehow it sounded more fitted for a wizard.

That's it. Thanks for reading!

[ao3feed-harrydraco]

by Emo_Trash_23

A few Draco and Harry oneshots. I'm bad at summaries. Please criticize me in the comments and tell me how I can improve my writing, much appreciated! :3 ~ Onyx <3

Words: , Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger

Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Additional Tags: Drarry, My First AO3 Post, Smut, Top Draco Malfoy, Bottom Harry Potter, Top Harry Potter, Bottom Draco Malfoy, kinky smut, Kinky First Time

[thehuggamugcafe]

How would everyone react if their S/O wanted to work at the cafe with them?

OOC: Hello and good afternoon, Summer. This Barista hopes you’re well, and that your day is nothing but smooth sailing so far!

Precise and to-the-point as always, aren’t you? I love orders like this.

Certainly! One combo order coming right up, dear! Please enjoy!

To everyone else: enjoy this quadruple serving as well. Cheers, dears!

Lastly, credit goes to the amazing @the-corgi-persona for helping me out with Arsène’s bit. So thank you, corgi dear! You’re a saint!☕

Akira Kurusu

Recently, you’d been laid off from your job. It wasn’t just you, but more than half of your fellow co-workers had been notified that, unfortunately, due to over-staffing and the recent shuffling of roles, they could no longer work there.

For two whole months, you sent out résumés to wherever you could think of. You see a “now hiring” billboard outside the business? You pass in a résumé. You see a “help wanted” sign in the window of a coffee shop? You hand in arésuméto the manager.

You snagged an interview here and there, but never got past putting your foot in the door.

No matter how many times you heard the words, “You’ll hear from us in a few days” from the head manager of the place you scouted out, you never did.

Needless to say, you were beginning to feel a bit disheartened. You felt that you’d never get anywhere.

Fortunately, there were two shining rays of hope presented to you.

The first was the ever-constant presence of your live-in boyfriend, Akira Kurusu.

He was there when you shuffled in after a long day of passing out résumé after another, looking as downtrodden as you felt. He was there with a steaming plate of curry and a hot cup of coffee or tea, ready to serve with a dazzling, award-winning smile curling his lips. He was there to hold you close, kiss you, and tenderly whisper, “Don’t get discouraged, dear. I’m sure you’ll get somewhere. Please keep trying.”

The second ray of hope showed itself in the form of a “help wanted” sign in the window of the Huggamug Café one early fall morning.Akira’s eyes lit up the moment he saw it, punching in the necessary information and sending it to you via a text message.

It took some convincing on Akira’s part, but the next day during his shift, he watched as you stood in front of the manager, EiraRundström. Everything from your trembling figure, to your wide eyes, to the beads of sweat dripping down your face screamed, “I’m anxious!” as you handed in a résumé.

The day after you showed up and handed in a résumé, Eira called you, asking when was a good time for your interview. Nervous, you spluttered out a random date and time.

The day of your interview, you were a nervous wreck. Your hands dripped with sweat as they shook, fingers clutching the tacky dress pants that covered your legs as Eira asked question after question.

Afterwards, you couldn’t hide your low spirits as the all too familiar words of the manager echoed in your mind. “I’ll be in touch.” However, the day after your interview, much to your surprise…

The manager contacted you, asking you when you could begin working at the coffee shop. Still surprised, you asked her, “T-Thank you. I can begin as soon as possible, but… Why am I the lucky candidate? You had other interviews, didn’t you?”

It took a few moments for the young woman to reply, but finally…

“You’re that idiot’s partner, right? Someone needs to keep an eye on him when I can’t deal with him. The other women didn’t care for work, or the café’s policy; they care more for Akira. I don’t have the time or patience to entertain the nonsensical whims of people like that, not when I have a business to run.”

For a few moments, the manager was silent before adding, “So… Is tomorrow morning a good time for you? Eight o’clock sharp. There’s no excuses you can give me that I’ll accept.”

Behind you, standing in front of the sink and washing the dishes, Akira snuck a glance at you, watching as a pleased grin pulled on your lips.

He smiled as your voice rang out, clear as a church bell. “Tomorrow morning is fine! Thank you very much for your time, Ms.Rundström!”

No sooner had you hung up the phone, a giddy smile curling your lips, you felt arms encircling your waist as a voice crooned in your ear. “See, darling? Didn’t your handsome devil tell you? I told you you’d get somewhere.”

You giggled as Akira pressed a few kisses to your neck, murmuring, “Congratulations, love. I’m proud of you. It’ll be such a pleasure to work with you~.”

Ren Amamiya

“You’re fired.”

The words still managed to worm their way into your thoughts whenever you were alone, thinking back to the incident that caused you to lose your job.

You hadn’t been late. You stuck to the strict protocol of the business, following the rules and orders of your superiors to the letter. You addressed any concerns the guests brought to your attention. You got along with your co-workers, some of whom were your friends outside of work.

No, in fact, the incident in question occurred during an extravagant dinner that was hosted by the hotel you previously worked in. Apparently, some big-wig up-and-coming politician was aiming for the biggest office in the country: the Prime Minister’s office.

A rug. The up-turned end of a rug had resulted in you tripping as you headed toward the table where several man sat, talking and laughing. Unfortunately, it resulted in the contents of the serving tray to be sent flying, splattering across the men’s faces, to stain their expensive tailor-made suits. The lavish tablecloth quickly became stained as wine spilled over the edges, soaking the bland surface.

Clearly furious, the man whirled around you, face set into a scowl as he spat angrily, “You clumsy simpleton! I’ll have your job for this!”

You could still remember when your manager called you into his office, eyes full of shame as he spoke the words you hadn’t wanted to hear.

“You’re fired.”

Since you were let go, it had been extremely difficult to get an interview, and even if you did, the moment your would-be employer learned how you managed to lose your job… Despite his or her promises to stay in touch, you’d get a call saying someone more reliable had been selected instead of you.

Day in and day out, that was your routine for a whole month. Passing out résumés, roping in an interview here and there, and being constantly denied the position you were aiming for.You were beginning to feel downtrodden, walked on and walked over, ignored despite your best efforts.

Ren couldn’t bear to see you returning home in such low spirits; he was the one who brought home suggestions of where you should start snagging interviews, after all.

Fortunately, lady luck soon smiled down upon you. It just so happened that as he walked into work one day that he spotted his manager, Eira, setting up a "now hiring” sign outside the Huggamug Café. The noiret’s glasses glinted as, suddenly, he was hit with a bright idea. If you were seeking work, surely his boss would at least give you a chance when no one else would.

So it was much to your surprise that after returning home from another failed interview, Ren greeted you with a small smile and dinner waiting for you at the table. “My boss is looking for new hirelings. Interested, darling?”

You couldn’t help but to allow an excited, hopeful gleam to sparkle in your eyes. You nodded eagerly in response to your boyfriend’s suggestion. However, soon, the feeling of uncertainty wrapped itself around you.

“You really think she’ll give me a chance, Ren?”

“Focus on snagging the interview first, then worry about what comes after.”

Invigorated by your boyfriend’s confidence in you, you nodded as you both sat down to enjoy a quiet, relaxing dinner, enjoying a quaint, stress-free evening together afterwards.

To say that you were a bundle of quivering nerves as, the next morning, you stood in front of a certain café was an understatement. Despite its warm, welcoming exterior and interior, the Huggamug Cafémay as well be the Diet Building to you.

It didn’t help that you soon directly in front of the manager of the coffee shop: Eira Rundström. Swallowing a gulp that was the size of a baseball, you nervously greeted yourself, résuméin hand, sweating bullets as the icy gaze of the young manager fell upon you.

“Welcome to the Huggamug Café. How may I help you today?”

“I’m… I’m here about the sign out front. You’re interviewing candidates?”

Ren couldn’t help but smile as Eira took your résumé, adding, “I can’t promise you anything, but I’ll look over yourrésuméduring break, and if all looks good, I’ll schedule an interview.”

You nodded, watching as the dark-haired manager walked away. However, the moment she was out of your sight, you sighed as your shoulders slumped. Then, you felt a hand resting on your shoulder, and you glanced up to see Ren’s smile, his onyx irises staring at you as he talked.

“Don’t worry too much. I know the Boss has a good feeling about you.”

ArsèneLupin

“Hey, Arsène… Is that café you work at hiring?”

“Ah, the Boss was saying that she was looking for help. Why do you ask?”

“J-Just wondering… That’s all.”

Arsènewasn’t a fool; he could see right through your little white lie. Sometimes, you were easier to read than an open book.

“…You want to work with me?”

The surprise in Arsène’s voice was obvious. His obsidian gaze stared into your eyes, but the surprise was just as palpable in his irises as it was in his voice. There was also a faint trace of amusement, too.

“Yeah. I mean, you always come home after your shift pleased, and I have yet to hear anything bad about this café. Sounds like it’s a good place to work.”

Smirking,Arsènewas quick to reply. “Perhaps it’s because there are so many wonderful customers who visit. My employer is quite easy on the eyes as well.”

You took a moment to roll your eyes heavenward, breathing a sarcastic “haha” immediately afterwards.

“Ohh,” he drawled, looking positively amused. “Is someone jealous?”

“Of course not!” you said, denying his teasing accusation with a huff.

Seeing Arsène’s tooth-filled smirk irritated you, causing you to add, “Why would I be jealous when I’m the only woman you’re with, right? Unless your proposal was just sugarcoated bullshit?”

To prove your point you raised the hand in question, its ring finger wrapped in a golden, diamond-encrusted engagement ring.

“Hmm,” he hummed, pausing only to add, “Touché, my dear rose.”

“Anyway, jokes aside,” you said, pausing as Arsène chuckled. 

“Do you think your boss would hire me? I mean, it’s been a while since I worked anywhere… Three months…”

Slightly disheartened by what you said, you lowered your head, staring at the plate of food that was in front of you. You gripped a fork in your hand, absentmindedly picking at the side dish as your thoughts strayed back to your former workplace.

It had its ups and downs, just as every other place did, but part of you was glad that you weren’t working there anymore. It had been nothing short of a godsend when your manager informed you of being let go.

For the past three months, you’d been receiving unemployment income. You had to get somewhere, find a place to work at, and fast. Soon, the income was bound to dry up, more quickly than you’d realize.

You looked up the moment you felt a hand clasp yours, a thumb gently stroking your slim knuckles. A smile curled Arsène’s lips, but there was a short pause before he spoke.

“I will talk to the manager first thing tomorrow, dear.”

“R-Really? You’d do that?”

“For you, my dear, I’d do anything. I’d even go up against the Devil himself, if it appeased you.”

“L-Let’s not go that far, Arsène.”

Eira Rundström 

“Pink slip, huh?”

You glanced up as a cup of your favourite hot beverage was set down in front of you. Small wisps of steam wafted up from inside the cup’s rounded interior, hinting of its piping hot contents.

To polish off her question, the head barista set a plate of your favourite dessert down in front of you; a fork and a serviette completed her efforts of offering you her quiet condolences.

You breathed a sigh, smiling as you nodded. “Was it that obvious?”

Eira smiled slightly as she nodded, her bangs–dyed black–brushing across her skin along with the nodding motion of her head.

“Maybe. Maybe it’s because I couldn’t help but notice that, to you, the world might as well be ending.”

In response to her words, you voiced a laugh that was half-sarcastic, half-sincere.

“If it does end today, at least I’ll go out eating something you personally made.”

There was a quiet clatter as you picked up the fork, sliding it through the generous slice of dessert that innocently sat on the plate. You popped the piece past your lips.

Eira busied herself with tending to other customers, pausing only to order a certain frizzy-haired, bespectacled barista to get back to work as you ate your dessert. You were savouring your journey through your steaming hot drink when Eira returned.

She looked a bit worried; her furrowed brows, coupled with her pursed lips, told you that she was concerned for you.

“…So what happened?”

You breathed a sigh, setting down the cup of coffee with a quiet clink as its rounded rim touched the saucer.

“It’s… nothing,” you muttered, blinking owlishly as Eira frowned.

“It’s not ‘nothing’ if you got sacked, is it?”

“…I was framed.” Eira said nothing; she merely waited for you to continue talking.

“Someone was taking money from the register. Since I was one of the last ones on duty, the boss assumed it was me. She didn’t have any evidence, but I was fired on the spot when I went into work earlier.”

Again, the blue-eyed manager didn’t say anything. She didn’t have to; she knew you well enough that you wouldn’t risk your job, your hard-earned job, just for some extra pocket money.

“…Hey,” you began, glancing up from the warm depth of your hot drink to stare into ice-blue irises. “Can I work here, Ei? I’ll pull my own weight. I’ll pull twice my own weight.”

Silence permeated the area of the café you and Eira stood and sat in, silence that was broken only by the clinks of forks and spoons, the laid-back chatter and associating laughter of the other customers, but finally…

“…Got your résumé on hand? If not, send it to me via e-mail. I’ll look it over, and schedule an interview. How’s nine o’clock tomorrow morning sound?”

[sharethisgemwithme]

R’s blind watch, Week of Sardonyx

Trying not to fall further behind in these summaries, given that we’re covering more each time we get together...

Key: “Show dialogue”, R talking, me (J) talking

J: The last five episodes were all aired in a single week, and these next five episodes were as well. They were called the "Week of Sardonyx". R: "Week of" what now? J: Sardonyx. R: And is that a made up word, or what? J: It's a gem. Like, onyx is a stone. Sard-onyx. R: And who is that? [I give her a look] Or am I gonna find out?

2x10 "Cry for Help" - "This is Peridot, broadcasting on all frequencies." That's dumb! I'm not sure why she thought it was dumb, maybe that it was probably a very easy way for her to get caught? After Sardonyx forms the first time: Why is she so OBNOXIOUS? Is this just Pearl showing off? Pretty much. R did not seem to see what was happening right up until Pearl was revealed at the Communication Hub, at which point she went Oh, oh shit.

2x11 "Keystone Motel" - "Just looking for Peridot for three days straight." It's not that simple! After Ruby burns the carpet and storms off: So is Sapphire more cool with it? Something like that. At episode's end: Well, it's an improvement, I guess.

2x12 "Onion Friend" - An Onion episode? Those are weird. After Vidalia's appearance: We've seen her before. We have? In the flashback, Greg's manager was with a groupie... Ohhhhh. During the dinner scene, she was mostly able to put together the family situation, though I clarified a bit more afterwards. She spent most of the episode as bewildered as Steven, at one point asking Why is he such a fucking weirdo? Do we ever find out, or is it just one of those things?

2x13 "Historical Friction" - R enjoyed the caption "[bad Italian accent]" as well as Pearl mercilessly shooting Dewey down in the audience. Hey, what did Grandma do there, pinch his butt?

2x14 "Friend Ship" - As we were getting towards the end of our viewing session and the drinking had perhaps piled up, this was one of those less coherent reactions. Tone it down there, Pearl. As the Gems enter the drop ship: Meanwhile that open door's gonna... fucking... fuck. Peridot announces she's trapping them. Yep! Called it! When Pearl and Garnet fall into the crushing room. Now you have to talk about it! She didn't make any theories about "just *a* Pearl", though.

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米ヒップホップ名盤のストリーミング有無早見表

"名盤"とは何かを悩みだしたら面倒臭いので、ここは専門誌The Sourceが1998年に100号が出たことを記念して選出した"Top 100 Best Albums of All Time"を基準にした。NAVERにまとめている人がいて都合が良かっただけだけど。この記念号による"オールタイム"とは1984年から1998までとなる。

・ 太字がストリーミングにないもの。ABC順。

・ストリーミングといってもアップルミュージック調べのみ。スポティファイ、タイダルは知らん。

・今今このエントリーを見てるお前が今西暦何年なのかどこの国か街かは想像もつかねぇけど、情報は日本アップルの2018年7月16日時点のものでしかない。

2Pac - Me Against The World [1995] - 5 Mic 3rd Bass - The Cactus Album [1989] A Tribe Called Quest - The Low End Theory [1991] - 5 Mic A Tribe Called Quest - Midnight Marauders [1993] A Tribe Called Quest - People's Instinctive Travels And The Paths Of Rhythm [1990] - 5 Mic Above The Law - Livin' Like Hustlers [1990] Beastie Boys - Licensed to Ill [1986] - 5 Mic Beastie Boys - Paul's Boutique [1989] Big Daddy Kane - It's A Big Daddy Thing [1989] Big Daddy Kane - Long Live The Kane [1988] - 5 Mic Biz Markie - Goin' Off [1988] Black Moon - Enta Da Stage [1993] Black Sheep - A Wolf In Sheep's Clothing [1991] Bone Thugs-N-Harmony - Creepin On Ah Come Up" [EP] [1994] Boogie Down Productions - By All Means Necessary [1988] - 5 Mic Boogie Down Productions - Criminal Minded [1987] - 5 Mic Brand Nubian - One For All [1990] - 5 Mic Chill Rob G - Ride The Rhythm [1989] Common Sense - Resurrection [1994] Cypress Hill - Black Sunday [1993] Cypress Hill - Cypress Hill [1991] Das EFX - Dead Serious [1992] De La Soul - 3 Feet High And Rising [1989] De La Soul - De La Soul Is Dead [1991] - 5 Mic Diamond And The Psychotic Neurotics - Stunts, Blunts & Hip Hop [1992] Digable Planets - Reachin' [A New Refutation Of Time And Space] [1993] Digital Underground - Sex Packets [1990] DJ Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince - He's The DJ, I'm The Rapper [1988] DJ Quik - Quik Is The Name [1991] The D.O.C. - No One Can Do It Better [1989] - 5 Mic Doug E. Fresh - The World's Greatest Entertainer [1988] Dr. Dre - The Chronic [1992] - 5 Mic Eazy-E - Eazy-Duz-It [1988] Eric B. & Rakim - Follow The Leader [1988] Eric B. & Rakim - Let The Rhythm Hit 'Em [1990] - 5 Mic Eric B. & Rakim - Paid In Full [1987] - 5 Mic EPMD - Business As Usual [1990] EPMD - Strictly Business [1988] - 5 Mic EPMD - Unfinished Business [1989] Fugees - The Score [1996] - 5 Mic Gang Starr - Daily Operation [1992] Gang Starr - Step In The Arena [1991] Geto Boys - Grip It! On That Other Level [1989] - 5 Mic GZA - Liquid Swords [1995] Heavy D & The Boyz - Living Large... [1987] Ice Cube - AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted [1990] - 5 Mic Ice Cube - Death Certificate [1991] - 5 Mic Ice-T - O.G. Original Gangster [1991] Jay-Z - Reasonable Doubt [1996] - 5 Mic Jungle Brothers - Done By The Forces Of Nature [1989] Jungle Brothers - Straight Out The Jungle [1988] - 5 Mic Just-Ice - Kool & Deadly [1987] Kool G Rap & DJ Polo - Road To The Riches [1989] KRS-One - Return Of The Boom Bap [1993] LL Cool J - BAD: Bigger And Deffer [1987] LL Cool J - Mama Said Knock You Out [1990] L.L. Cool J - Radio [1985] - 5 Mic Lord Finesse & DJ Mike Smooth - Funky Technician [1990] Main Source - Breaking Atoms [1991] - 5 Mic MC Lyte - Lyte As A Rock [1988] MC Shan - Down By Law [1987] Mobb Deep - The Infamous [1995] - 5 Mic Nas - Illmatic [1994] - 5 Mic Naughty by Nature - Naughty by Nature [1991] Nice & Smooth - Nice & Smooth [1989] The Notorious B.I.G. - Life After Death [1997] - 5 Mic The Notorious B.I.G. - Ready To Die [1994] - 5 Mic N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton [1988] - 5 Mic Ol' Dirty Bastard - Return To The 36 Chambers [1995] Onyx - Bacdafucup [1993] Organized Konfusion - Stress: The Extinction Agenda [1994] OutKast - ATLiens [1996] Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - Mecca And The Soul Brother [1992] The Pharcyde - Bizarre Ride II The Pharcyde [1992] Poor Righteous Teachers - Holy Intellect [1990] Public Enemy - Fear Of A Black Planet [1990] Public Enemy - It Takes A Nation Of Millions To Hold Us Back [1988] - 5 Mic Public Enemy - Yo! Bum Rush The Show [1987] Queen Latifah - All Hail The Queen [1989] Raekwon - Only Built 4 Cuban Linx... [1995] - 5 Mic Redman - Whut? Thee Album [1992] The Roots - Do You Want More?!!!??! [1995] The Roots - Illadelph Halflife [1996] Run D.M.C. - Raising Hell [1986] - 5 Mic Run D.M.C. - Run-D.M.C. [1984] - 5 Mic Salt 'N' Pepa - Hot, Cool & Vicious [1987] Scarface - Mr. Scarface Is Back [1991] Schoolly D - Saturday Night!: The Album [1986] Slick Rick - The Great Adventures Of Slick Rick [1988] - 5 Mic Smif-N-Wessun - Dah Shinin' [1995] Snoop Doggy Dogg - Doggystyle [1993] - 5 Mic Souls Of Mischief - 93 'Til Infinity [1993] Special Ed - Youngest In Charge [1989] Spice 1 - Spice 1 [1992] Stetsasonic - On Fire [1986] Too $hort - Born To Mack [1987] Ultramagnetic MC's - Critical Beatdown [1988] - 5 Mic Whodini - Escape [1984] Wu-Tang Clan - Enter The Wu-Tang [36 Chambers] [1993] - 5 Mic X Clan - To The East, Blackwards [1990]

オールタイムベスト100選から抜け落ちてる5本マイク盤(wiki)もまとめてみた。参考はこのブログ。

2Pac - All Eyez On Me [1996] Bun B - Trill O.G. Dr. Dre - 2001 [1999] Jay-Z - The Blueprint [2001] Kanye West - My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy [2010] Lil' Kim - The Naked Truth [2005] Nas - Stillmatic [2001] Outkast - Aquemini [1998] Scarface - The Diary [1994] Scarface - The Fix [2002]

タワーレコードのバイヤーが選ぶ100枚という企画があり、1990年から2014年まで比較的最近の作品から選出されていたので、上の2つから漏れたアルバムのみを抜き出した。

2 Chainz - Based On A T.R.U. Story [2012] 50 Cent - Get Rich Or Die Tryin' [2003] Arrested Development - 3 Years, 5 Months and 2 Days in the Life Of... [1992] A$AP Rocky - Long Live A$AP [2013] The Beatnuts - The Beatnuts: Street Level [1994] Big Daddy Kane - Taste Of Chocolate [1990] Big Sean - Finally Famous: The Album [2011] Black Star - Black Star [1998] B.o.B - The Adventures Of Bobby Ray [2010] Busta Rhymes - The Coming [1996] Camp Lo - Black Hollywood [2007] Da Bush Babees - Gravity [1996] DJ Kayslay - The Streetsweeper Vol.1 [2003] DJ Shadow - Endtroducing [1996] DMX - It's Dark And Hell Is Hot [1998] Drake - Take Care [2011] Eminem - The Eminem Show [2002] Fabolous - Street Dreams [2003] French Montana - Excuse My French [2013] Funky DL - When Love Is Breaking Down... [2000] The Game - The Documentary [2005] Ghostface Killah - Ironman [1996] Gravediggaz - 6 Feet Deep [1997] Gucci Maine - The State Vs. Radric Davis [2009] Heavy D & The Boyz - Peaceful Journey [1991] J. Cole - Cole World: The Sideline Story [2011] J Dilla - Donuts [2006] Jeru The Damaja - The Sun Rises In The East [1994] Juicy J - Stay Trippy [2013] Jurassic 5 - Quality Control [2000] Kanye West - The College Dropout [2004] Kendrick Lamar - Good Kid M.a.a.D City [2012] Large Professor - The LP [2009] Lauryn Hill - The Miseducation Of Lauryn Hill [1998] Leaders Of The New School - A Future Without A Past... [1991] Lil Wayne - Tha Carter III [2008] Little Brother - The Minstrel Show [2005] Lord Finesse - Return Of The Funky Man [1992] Lupe Fiasco - Lupe Fiasco's Food & Requor [2006] M.O.P. - Firing Squad [1996] Method Man - Tical [1994] Migos - No Label II [2014] Missy Elliott - Miss E... So Addictive [2001] Mos Def - Black On Both Sides [1999] N.E.R.D - In Search Of... (New Version) [2002] N.O.R.E. - N.O.R.E. [1998] Nelly - Nellyville [2002] Nicki Minaj - Pink Friday [2010] Nujabes - Metaphorical Music [2003] O.C. - Word...Life [1994] Obie Trice - Cheers [2003] Odd Future - The Of Tape Vol.2 [2012] OutKast - Speakerboxxx/The Love Below [2003] Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - The Main Ingredient [1994] The Pharcyde - Labcabincalifornia [1995] Puff Daddy - No Way Out [1997] Pusha T - My Name Is My Name [2013] Q-Tip - Amplified [1999] The Roots - Things Fall Apart Run DMC - King Of Rock [1985] RZA - Digital Bullet [2001] Schoolboy Q - Oxymoron [2014] Slum Village - Fantastic, Vol.2 [2000] T.I. - King [2006] Timbaland & Magoo - Indecent Proposal [2007] Tyler, The Creator - Goblin [2011] Warren G - Regulate...G Funk Era [1994] Wiz Khalifa - Rolling Papers [2011] YG - My Krazy Life [2014]

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Future Jungle Sessions #74 // 8K.NZ Radio // 03.09.2021

https://www.gwarden.net // https://linktr.ee/gwarden_nz 

LIVE on 8K.NZ ~ SAT 19:00 (NZST) // MON 02:00 // WED 05:00 // FRI 22:00

The Upbeats - Not Forever [Vision Recordings]

Synergy, Skylark, flowanastasia - Satellites [Pilot Records]

Ravegenix - Inside Of You [Future Breakz Recordings]

Refracta - Origin [Underground Soundz]

Need for mirrors, Oli Lewis - Yam [V Recordings]

Lovell - Many Skills [Grid Recordings UK]

Mindloader - Run To You [Tesseract Recordings]

Rizzle - Forgotten [Metalheadz]

Artsea - Finding Solace [Differential Recordings]

Dioptrics - Kirin [Machinist Music]

Screamarts, HALFLOW - Minimal [Overview Music]

Maykors - Vanilla Sky (Zero T Remix) [Warm Ears Music]

Command Strange - Mystery [V Recordings]

The Invaderz - Control My Mind (2021 Remaster) [Metalheadz]

Trex - Scene (T<I Remix) [Onyx Recordings]

Black Barrel - Bad Trip [Dispatch Recordings]

Universal Project - Curtains [Universal Project Recordings]

Wreckless - Awoken [Dispatch Recordings]

Riya, Collette Warren, L-side - All for Something [Carnelian Music]

Need for mirrors, Zero T - Liar Liar [Zoltar]

In:Most, Walk:r - Silver Lining (Askel & Elere Remix) [Soulvent Records]

flowanastasia, Nymfo - River Flows [Deviant Audio]

Black Barrel - I Love You [Dispatch Recordings]

Break - Minimus [Symmetry Recordings]

Creatures - Behemoth [Fraktal Sound]

Jam Thieves - Ferrari [Run Tingz Recordings]

Midknight MooN, Young Gho$t - Fire To The System [Deeper DNB]

Cameron - Unfold [Liondub International]

Tatar - Closer (Refracta Remix) [DnB Allstars Records]

Secula, Yaano - Summon [DIVIDID]

Night Shift - Move Me [Device]

Screamarts - Outbreak [FRAKTAL Sound]

Dossa & Locuzzed - Prism [Viper Recordings]

Coco, BisonUK - Standard [Kingpin Production]

tunnl vision - Matrix [Program]

Kanine - Stronger [UNLEASHED]

Cloonee - Sun Goes Down (Kanine Remix) [Big Beat Records]

Andy C, Tonn Piper - Boom [RAM Records]

Conrad Subs, High Frequency (UK) - Give It To Me [Nuusic]

Inja - Take Me Home [Hospital Records]

Metal Work - Rethink [Grid Recordings UK]

Sustance, Visages - I'll Be There [Shogun Audio]

Funkware - How [Funkstuff Recordings]

Medium - Chasm [Dub]

Alexis K - The View Askewed [PHDM]

Frame - Arabic Gum [Unchained Recordings]

Vibe Chemistry - Gravity [DnB Allstars Records]

Need for mirrors - Game of Tones [Zoltar]

Minor Forms, Composite - NYN [Context Audio]

Emba, [ K S R ] - Lost Within Your Soul [Spearhead Records]

Total Science - Red Carpet (2021 Remaster) [Metalheadz]

Linguistics, Dogger, Mindstate, Blind Mic - Change [Shogun Audio]

Duoscience - Glass [Dnbb Digital]

Alix Perez - Empty Words [1985 Music]

Brain - Reborn [Sofa Sound]

Conrad Subs - Seismic [Maad Ting]

Jam Thieves - Sinaloa [Symmetry Recordings]

Zero T - Drama [The North Quarter]

Vibe Chemistry - Balling [DnB Allstars Records]

Winslow - Snooze Button Roller [Hospital Records]

Zero T - You're the One [The North Quarter]

Syran - Emissary [RAM Records]

Refracta, Wends - Hypothesis [Underground Soundz]

Rihanna - Pon de Replay (G-Class Bootleg) [Dub]

Selecta J-Man, DJ Gaw, A Little Sound - Rum & Lime (VIP) [Born On Road]

Myth - Sabotage VIP [ThirtyOne Recordings]

Willy Mav, Elipsa - Falling (goddard. Remix) [DnB Allstars Records]

Break - Don't You Worry [Symmetry Recordings]

Macky Gee, Rahh - Summer Sun [Macky Gee]

Geostatic - Detached [Delta9 Recordings]

Qua Rush - Need Someone [The Dreamers Recordings]

Refracta - Xzxz [Underground Soundz]

Brainwork - Glare [Huski Records]

HD, Evie Balfe - Where I Want To Be [Four Corners]

Surveillance - Do you want me [Dub]

Mollie Collins, Ruth Royall - Dance Together [UKF]

Dvice One - Only You [Symmetry Recordings]

Bou - Talk To Me [Gossip]

Cheff, Shard - Take Me Away [Cheff]

INK - Iceman [Architecture Recordings]

Joely - Trust Me [Audio Addict Records]

Ravegenix - Tell Me Something [Future Breakz Recordings]

Satl, T.R.A.C. - Limin' [The North Quarter]

Andrezz, L-side - Movements [Liquid V]

Wreckless - Thought Patterns [Dispatch Recordings]

Tyrone - Odyssey [Carbon Music]

Shadows - Cracks [Context Audio]

Paul T & Edward Oberon, A Little Sound - Wake Up [V Recordings]

Fred V, Millbrook - Poison [Hospital Records]

CLIQUES. - Samurai (Dan Aux Remix) [Cliques Collective Audio]