#SOMETHING YOU'LL PROBABLY NEVER SEE AGAIN

[songbirdseung]

new year, same love / lee heeseung

going into 2025 with the man you have pined over for years now. hoping this year you won't have to admire him from afar no more.

there he goes again, strolling through the college hallways with his friends, laughing and talking about who knows what. all you know is that he looks effortlessly good while doing it. lee heeseung was gorgeous, so much so that you often wondered how someone could look better than most people you’ve seen in movies, let alone in real life. the way he carried himself—confident, assured, like he knew exactly who he was and what he wanted—made him impossible to ignore.

heeseung wasn’t just a pretty face; he was ambitious and determined, a man who knew how to chase after his goals without hesitation. but somehow, even with that drive, he managed to maintain a charm that made everyone gravitate toward him.

and you? you fell for him the moment you saw him during freshman year. back then, you thought it was just a harmless crush—something fleeting that you could brush off. but that illusion shattered the second he walked into your first class, sat beside you, and offered you the warmest smile.

"hi, i'm heeseung."

his voice was smooth, almost too comforting. you never thought you’d find someone’s voice so attractive, yet here you were, completely entranced by it.

over the next three years, you silently admired him from afar, never daring to cross the boundary of casual greetings or academic discussions. you convinced yourself there was no point. someone like heeseung, so confident and accomplished, wouldn’t look twice at someone like you—or so your insecurities told you.

but that didn’t stop you from stealing glances whenever he was in the same room or secretly melting every time he casually greeted you in passing. your friends, however, weren’t as content with your one-sided pining.

yeji and winter, your two best friends and self-proclaimed "love-life saviors," had been listening to your endless praises about heeseung for years. they were your biggest cheerleaders, hyping you up to approach him. but lately, they’d grown tired of your hesitation and decided to take matters into their own hands.

with senior year coming to an end, they knew time was running out. their plan? a harmless little scheme to push fate along—a small prank that would get you and heeseung stuck in the same room together.

the day of their so-called intervention began innocently enough. you were in the library, buried in research for your final project when yeji plopped into the chair across from you, her grin a little too wide to be genuine.

"hey, yn," she said, voice sweet but suspiciously scheming. "did you hear about the study rooms on the third floor? they just added soundproofing. perfect for concentration."

"uh, no," you replied absentmindedly, still typing away. "why?"

"oh, nothing. i just booked one for you. figured you'd need some peace and quiet."

you glanced up, suspicious. "since when are you so considerate?"

winter appeared out of nowhere, sliding into the seat next to yeji. "stop questioning and just go, yn. you'll thank us later."

reluctantly, you gathered your things and headed upstairs. the moment you entered the room, you froze.

there, sitting at the table, was lee heeseung.

"oh," you blurted out before you could stop yourself.

he looked up from his laptop, surprise flickering across his features before he smiled. "hey, yn. didn’t expect to see you here."

your brain scrambled for a coherent response. "uh, yeah... same. must be a mix-up."

you turned to leave, but the door clicked shut behind you. you tried the handle. locked.

your heart sank as realization hit: yeji and winter had set you up.

"everything okay?" heeseung asked, standing up and walking toward you.

"uh, yeah, just... locked in," you said, forcing a laugh. "probably some glitch."

he chuckled, his voice warm. "guess we’re stuck then. might as well make the most of it."

he gestured to the chairs, and you hesitantly sat down, your pulse racing.

"so," he said, leaning forward with that signature confidence, "tell me about you. we’ve had so many classes together, but i feel like i barely know anything about you."

the casual question caught you off guard, but his genuine interest disarmed you. slowly, you began to talk, sharing snippets of your life, your interests, and even your favorite coffee spot on campus.

to your surprise, heeseung listened intently, asking questions and laughing at your stories. the initial awkwardness melted away, replaced by an unexpected ease.

an hour passed before you even realized it, and when the door finally unlocked (thanks to yeji's "mysterious" intervention), you almost felt disappointed.

"guess we're free now," he said, standing up and grabbing his bag.

"yeah," you murmured, feeling a strange mix of relief and longing.

he paused by the door, glancing back at you with a small smile. "you know, this was actually fun. we should do it again sometime—minus the locking part."

your eyes widened. "oh, uh, yeah. sure."

and just like that, he was gone, leaving you standing there with your heart racing and your mind spinning.

yeji and winter were definitely going to pay for this—but maybe, just maybe, you’d thank them later.

[nixthefirst]

Open your eyes Kaiser x reader

Spoilers for Michael's past, angst, negative thoughts, mentions of fights (Please do not read if you're having a bad day)

Michael hates fighting with you. He can't control himself, he can't control his actions. And it's always the same.

The cold breeze caressing his skin makes him want to push himself into your arms even more. He raises his head up a bit to find you sleeping peacefully. Maybe he should get up to close that window, it's really cold. But you wouldn't care right? There is enough blankets to keep you warm and does he really want to leave your warm embrace?

Michael lays back down, he hugs you even tighter. He just can't seem to fall asleep tonight. Not that his thoughts really allow him to.

How did he get this far? It's... weird? Amazing? He doesn't know. He doesn't want to know, doesn't want to remember any of those nights. The hellish nights of sleeping on the cold floor, wondering if he'll even wake up tomorrow. Why can't just run away? Why can't he just be free? Hasn't he suffered enough already?

A tear threatens to roll down his face but he closes his eyes instantly. Michael moves around before finally laying his head down on your chest. Thump thump thump. It feels... almost peaceful. For a moment his thoughs leave him alone, they leave him alone in the ecstasy.

Yet they are never kind enough to leave him alone for too long. This time though, Michael thinks of you.

Michael thinks of how warm your embrace is, Michael think of how bright your smile is, and how jealous he gets when it's not directed at him.

...

Now that he thinks about it, tonight is probably the first time in a while you were able to sleep so peacefully. Why do you even stay awake every night? Doesn't he provide for you? Isn't he enough? Why can't you just let him do it for you?!

Michael knows you're also broken. Maybe just as much as him. And that hurts the most for him. He puts you through all his episodes and behaviours, but you're just as broken as him. Yet, he is not you. He can't help you, he can never do something good for you. All he does is hurt, hurt, hurt you.

How can someone so broken like him do anything good for someone like you? How can he ever give back all the love you've given him? How can he convince you to not leave him when the day he fucks up inevitably comes?

He hopes that you'll be kind with him. Kind enough to not leave him. He knows he's broken, but so are you.

He just doesn't want to be left alone, vulnerable alll over again, he doesn't want to go through those harsh nights again, he doesn't want to see his so-called father in his sleep ever again.

But would the be fair to you? No. No it wouldn't.

That's when tears finally fall from his eyes. His heart aches.

He'll kiss you when you wake up, he'll spoil you rotten, he'll don anything for you, hell, he'll burn the world down for you if you want, just don't leave him. Please.

The only comfort he has for the rest of the night it holding you tight in his arms.

[lesson-in-ruthlessness]

Ruthlessness Is Mercy — KOTLC fanfic

Description: Flashbacks throughout Grady's childhood. Grady and Vespera finally meet. Grady is pathetic and sexy while Vespera is evil and sexy. This will probably be a series if yall like it. Neverseen!Grady series.

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It's ok to feel… troubled when you manifest as a Mesmer. The mind is something greatly idolized, and manipulation of it is scrutinized.

Grady laid on his bed as he flipped through the pages of his new, Foxfire-issued textbook, dramatically sighing each time he flipped to a new page.

Lots of diagrams, he thought as he studied a diagram of an elven brain, this isn't freaky at all!

He closed the book and looked at the title, hoping it would change the outcome of the results.

A Beginner’s Guide to Being a Mesmer.

Instinctively, he turned the book over so he couldn't see the title, hoping it wasn't real.

Grady was still dealing with the uprooting of his entire life. Ever since he manifested, his family wouldn't talk to him and his Foxfire peers would look at him as if his entire existence was a taboo.

He knew they were right.

His ability to entrance then control the wills and minds of others wasn't banned outright, simply anyone with it was virtually a pariah.

As his thoughts stirred, he had no idea what that bubbling feeling in his chest was, as he began to choke on his tears; thinking about everything he was losing.

Once you learn how to manage this daunting power, it will be like you never manifested in the first place.

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“Finally, I get to meet you in person. You're as…mesmerizing as they say.” A pale gray elf with very pointy ears emerged out of the shadows.

Grady shuddered at her voice. He didn't know who was addressing him, all he knew was that his mission was being compromised. “That’s a thinking cap, isn't it.” Grady said, pointing to the head dress the elf was wearing. “It’s why I can't sense your mind.” He laughed starkly. “That is, unless I've officially lost it.”

“You’re rather clever, however not clever enough to know this is not a hallucination.” The elf said, appearing on the other side of the room.

“Two questions. How do you know who…and I'm assuming what, I am? What do you want?”

“There’s only so many Mesmers on the Nobility. Isn't it unfair?” She smiled a cold smile, “as for the second question, you'll just have to find out.”

“Once I figure out who…and where you are… I'm going to rip that thinking cap off your head. Then we'll see who's laughing.”

“You’re rather bold for someone who just started his job as an Emissary.”

“I've been here for a decade, miss whoever you are,” Grady said, observing the walls.

Mirrors, he thought.

“A decade is a rather short amount of time, especially for an elf.” She smiled, her image shifting to another mirror.

“You’re an Ancient, aren't you?” Grady looked around for a way out. “I’m asking one more time, what do you want?”

“Your help.”

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“This is in no way a bad idea,” Grady whispered to himself as he stood on the Bramble field. “Get in their heads, get the ball. Like you have before. Two people is nothing.” He said that last part again, as if he was trying to convince himself of it. Then, he exhaled and said “game on.”

A whistle blew and Grady took off running towards the opposing team's bases.

Bramble was the one place in school where he wasn't an outcast. In fact, he was the opposite. Due to his ability and Bramble allowing abilities, he was the star player on the Foxfire Bramble team. He knew that for the most part, he was seen more as an asset, but it felt good to have a community.

He spotted two people running towards his team's base and exhaled again. “Change of plans. Go for one. This could be…” he hesitated for a moment. “Fun.”

He closed his eyes and locked in on the mind of one of the people, a girl, feeling his energy coursing through hers. It was almost a calming feeling as he felt their energy become one. Then, felt his take over hers. He opened his eyes and saw her, feeling her attempts to move. He let out another sigh as he focused his energy on launching her towards the other person running. Watching intently and with a slight feeling of horror, he made her tackle the other elf.

Once he saw a few elves run to the tackled boy to help, Grady ran for the ball.

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“You’re going to ask me for assistance and not even give me a name?” Grady asked through his laughter.

“Why do you need a name?” The Ancient asked. “It's not in any of your Elvin History books, rest assured.”

“I am assured,” he said, walking towards a mirrored wall. “Very assured.”

Grady drew back a fist and punched a mirror, the glass shattering into a seemingly infinite amount of pieces.

He did it again. And again. And again, until he was standing in a pool of shards. He looked at his fists, which were bloodied.

Most elves aren't used to the sight of blood, let alone their own. However, between his time playing bramble and the Council giving him more…unsettling missions, he had seen his own blood plenty of times.

He looked around again for the Ancient, but couldn't find her. Then, he picked up a glass shard and wielded it like a knife. “This is the last time I'm asking nicely. What do you want with me?”

“And what are you going to do about it? You're practically defenseless.” She laughed another bone-chilling laugh. “Anyways, I want your help to change the world as we know it.”

“Very funny. You cannot demand my help without even giving me an actual face.” Grady waved the makeshift knife around.

And then, she stepped out of the shadows. Then, Grady ran behind her and stuck the mirror shard to her throat. “One more word,” he said through gritted teeth, “and I’ll slash.”

“You wouldn't do that. At the end of the day, you're still an elf. You're fragile.” She grabbed the shard out of his hand with ease and pointed it back at him. “You, however, would be quite the interesting specimen to study.” She grabbed his hand and carved a line in the palm.

Grady winced but through the pain, grabbed another shard with his free, less bloody, hand. This time, instead of holding onto it, he threw it at the Ancient. It got caught in her cheek and she smiled. She took out the bloodied shard without even flinching. “It makes sense that one like you has the capacity to be so… ruthless.”

“What do you mean ‘one like you,’” Grady asked.

Deep down, he knew the answer. He knew it was because— as far as elves went— he was essentially hardened to violence. He was almost human in that aspect. While he burst into tears at the sight of an animal being hurt and rush to help, he's the only elf he knew that would scrape and bleed and even scar. He's the only elf he knew that didn't really care that he did, of course he'd stop by a Healing Center and patch up, but in the moment, he'd wince but there would be no shock.

He had a theory on why he was like that as well. It was because of his damned ability, it was an inherently violent one to him. Even as a kid, he held the belief he was dangerous. Therefore, he didn't really care about what happened to him, only the people he was close to; if he ever met someone he was close to.

Despite knowing the answer, the Ancient answered “your history, Grady. The Troll incident. The Bramble championships.” She wiped her cheek and showed him the blood. “You made and Ancient bleed. You're as ruthless as you are ostracized. With your help, we could reshape the world. A world where you won't be judged for something you couldn't control. A world without being viewed as evil for something you were burdened with. Not something you desired.” She offered out her hand for a shake.

He observed her hand, which was as gray as the rest of her skin. “Before I accept your generous offer, what's your name?”

“Vespera.”

Grady shook Vespera’s hand with his cut one.

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taglist: @nowjumpinthewater @camelspit (this was YOUR idea) @crescentpaws (it evolved a bit since we last spoke)

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Ok hear me out…Drunk Karaoke, with any girls *ahem M16 ahem*, where their s/o gets a little too tipsy and starts singing to them when s/o’s favourite song comes on

I’m sorry I’ve been playing payday2 so much and have unironically been singing this banger while doing chores -

I will give you my all, pretty baby, I'll come whenever you call for me, baby, yeah

I will give you the best of me

The best of me, The best of me

(H:SR) Fugue and Serval's S/O getting drunk and singing Karaoke

Alternative Titles: Like a Butterfly/TONIGHT

You know, I was actually listening to a song that made me think of Fugue, and this gives me the perfect excuse. Girl deserves to laugh anyway with what she's been through. Fugue gets the all star treatment with a short fic since this particular brainworm has taken hold of me for the last few days for her specifically. Meanwhile, I'll be twisting the ask a little and having Serval be the lead singer, but you'll see the reason for that. Content: Yakuza Karaoke Jumpscares, Funny for Fugue, Feels for Serval Word Count for Fugue's Part: 1.4k

Fugue and S/O took a while to reconnect, considering all that had happened. It was not a smooth transition, and to imply otherwise would be a bold-faced lie.

But through some perseverance from both parties, things had gotten to some sense of normalcy again. Quiet moments of getting to drink tea with S/O, watching the people stroll by got her to remember in flashes of what she loves.

And more importantly, who she loves as well. Though, tonight was a bit different. Instead of tea, S/O opted to drink something a bit more alcholic.

And for some odd reason, alarms began ringing in Fugue's head, but she couldn't quite place why. Instead of intervening, she decided to let S/O drink and find out for herself why this premonition came to her.

Only to realize that even in her current state, her past self was warning her: For the love of god, do NOT LET S/O DRINK.

A warning that came too late, she feared.

(S/O) HIC! "Ah! Now THAT hits the spot!"

Fugue ears slightly recoiled at their volume, a foreboding sense of deja vu washing over her.

(Fugue) "I-I see...How often did we go drinking together, out of curiousity?"

S/O turned to face their lover, slightly off balance and red in the face as they frowned, struggling to remember.

(S/O) "Hmmmmm....Iunno. We just drank some tea and stuff. You never let me drink, usually."

(Fugue) I think I'm beginning to remember why.

Fugue was only lost in her thoughts for a moment longer before S/O smiled at her, causing to become slightly flustered under their attention.

(Fugue) "S/O?"

(S/O) "You're so beautiful..."

The way they had said it sounded like it took every fiber of their being to say it correctly, a fact that made Fugue giggle, her own affection barely being contained by her smile.

(Fugue) "Always the charmer, I see.~"

Fugue finishes the rest of her tea before moving over to help S/O up, effortlessly dragging them to stand as one arm was looped around her neck.

...Strange. She can't help but feel like this used to be harder to do. Oh well, this is probably the one of the few things she can't complain that's different now.

Before she can even take a single step, she immediately gets startled by S/O who suddenly stands upright on their own.

(S/O) "I WANT TO SING WITH YOU!"

(Fugue) "...W-Wha-?"

They grab her shoulders gently, yet firm enough that causes her to freeze in place as her tail and ears shoot up in surprise.

(S/O) hic! "We should sing the night away with some music!"

(Fugue) "Karaoke? Well, I suppose there are a few bars here that host-"

(S/O) "GREAT, LET'S GO!"

(Fugue) "W-WAH?!"

Getting dragged along to one of the nearby bars in the Loufou, S/O rented a room to themselves, with S/O excitedly sitting down and taking a peek through the song list.

Fugue meanwhile felt like she was suddenly in over her head. She knew that she had a nice voice, but enough to sing?

Regardless of what kind of singing voice she possessed, S/O was not going to let her dwell on it.

(S/O) "Okay, you can take the lead and I'll be your backup vocals!"

(Fugue) "You want me to be the lead singer? I think you should-"

(S/O) "NAH!"

S/O flopped their head onto her lap, making her jump slightly.

(S/O) "I'm...a little gone right now...Besides, this song I wanna hear your voice, it's my favorite!"

Fugue took the song list from S/O and examined the title.

(Fugue) "Like a Butterfly?"

She tried scrounging whatever scrap of memory was in her head, and nothing came up, though the name didn't exactly stir anything either. As if sensing her thoughts, S/O grabbed the list back and put it on the Karaoke Machine.

(S/O) "I...didn't really tell you about this song. It's a bit of a guilty pleasure, to be honest!"

That at least made her feel a little better, fearing that she was forgetting yet another important memory, and instead just something-

...Wait, why was S/O embarrassed to show this to her?

(S/O) "I always sing the rap parts by myself, but now I have you to sing the lady's part!"

Drunk rapping? Oh boy.

(Fugue) "Well...I'll give it my best shot...!"

(S/O) "Great, we have all night!"

Well, at least this night would be something to remember, for better or worse.

[Song: Like a Butterfly]

Fugue swayed from side to side as the beat of the song kicked in, meanwhile S/O was bobbing their head violently, grabbing their microphone and shouting with their entire heart as their part came first.

(S/O) "BE REBORN! CLIMB OUT OF HELL, BORN AGAIN! LET'S FLY HIGH LIKE A BUTTERFLY!"

Fugue smiled and grabbed her own microphone, singing timidly in comparison to S/O's manic energy.

(Fugue) "It's drowning in its greed, the wicked trap was sprung, Tangled in the threads of its deeds!"

From the lyrics alone, Fugue could tell that she would like this song as well.

(S/O) "TANGLED IN ITS CRIMES!"

Fugue tapped her foot as the song got faster, being infected by S/O's energy, her eyes on them the entire time as both of them smiled, her voice growing louder as she sang her next part.

(Fugue) "Like fate scoops up a fish, struggling in a net Its brittle wings are torn by the tears as it trembles in cold sweat!" (S/O) "YOU TORE YOUR WINGS NOW CRY!"

S/O was clapping to the rhythm, getting Fugue more into the feel and just having fun at this point, neither of them particularly caring if they were great. While Fugue's voice was bewitching, S/O's voice came crashing like a fingernail to chalkboard.

(Fugue) "The spider comes, a thirst in its eyes-" (S/O) "A BUTTERFLY WITH NO WINGS IS A MOTH IN THE FLAME! JUST A RAT ON THE FLOOR WITH ANOTHER NAME!"

Subconsciously, Fugue could tell why S/O sang this alone as the rapping was ridiculous, but she could not deny that this was really fun to sing along to with another person, lover or otherwise.

(Fugue) "The venomous fangs sink into the soul-" (S/O) "THIS WORLD IS DEAD, NO LIGHT LEFT TO FIND! IT'S TOO LATE-"

Fugue joined S/O in standing up, both of them swaying to the beat, though S/O's was far more aggressive as they sang their parts like they were rapping on stage, something that made her almost break down laughing.

(Fugue) "Too late now, to mourn it's punctured wings, to take to the sky!" (S/O) "TAKE TO THE SKY!"

With any former hesitation gone, Fugue smiled as she just enjoyed the rest of the song with her lover enthusiastically cheering her on by remaining on backup vocals.

If only it could be, just one more time (TO THE BITTER END IN OVERDRIVE!) Engrave the beat, flap your wings 'til you feel you are complete (FLY, HIGH!) Oh you tragic butterfly Despairing, craving it, that singular last ray of light still shining down on bitter wings (BE REBORN, CLIMB OUT OF HELL BORN AGAIN! LET'S FLY HIGH LIKE A BUTTERFLY! YOU'VE DREAMED LONG OF THIS DAY, DREAM AGAIN!) So fly high again (AND FLY HIGH LIKE A BUTTERFLY!)

Like a butterfly (TO THE BITTER END OVERDRIVE,BURNING OUT IN AN ENDLESS DRIVE!) Soaring in the sky like a butterfly (TO THE BITTER END OVERDRIVE, BURNING OUT IN AN ENDLESS DRIVE- OH YEAAAAAAAAAH!)

Fugue couldn't hold back her laughter anymore, doubly so when S/O finished off the song.

(S/O) "FLY LIKE A BEAUTIFUL BUTTERFLY, FLY LIKE A BEAUTIFUL BUTTERFLY!"

Finally catching her breath, Fugue sat back down, still laughing as S/O cheered, flopping down next to her and struggling to catch theirs.

(S/O) "Like the song?"

(Fugue) "Hm, not my usual style admittedly but...I do resonate with the lyrics."

(S/O) "Hm...? Why's that?"

...Oh right, they were still drunk. As if their "singing" wasn't reminder enough. But, honestly just something as simple as singing a dumb song was enough to lighten her spirit, and though it didn't call any particular memory to mind, it was something like this that reminded why 'Tingyun' fell in love with S/O in the first place.

Though, she figured she'd better take the song's advice and start focusing on new memories, rather than any old one for now.

(Fugue) "Well, what other songs do you have for us?"

Seeing their eyes glimmer at that, S/O began rushing through the song list for another one, all the while Fugue's smile grew even bigger.

(S/O) "SERVAAAAAAL!"

Serval was nearly glomped by S/O, causing her to laugh and set her drink far away from the edge of the table.

(Serval) "Oof, hey! Think ya had enough?"

From their breath and flushed face, that answer was most definitely a-

(S/O) "Heh, nope!"

S/O rested their head on her shoulder, almost threatening to yank her off.

(S/O) "I want to sing a song with you!"

(Serval) "Hm, is that right?"

After a few hiccups and almost losing their balance, they nodded aggressively.

As funny as it would be to have their drunk ass sing some rock and roll...She had a different idea in mind.

(Serval) "I'll cut you a better deal, you get to hear a song I've been working on by myself! An exclusive sneak peek!"

S/O's eyes glowed and they stumbled onto a nearby chair.

(S/O) "Y-Yeah! I wanna hear it!"

Though Serval was smiling, there was a hint of sadness in it.

That hint being big enough for S/O to catch onto it, even when alcohol was scrambling their senses.

(S/O) "...Babe, something wrong?"

Serval laughed at the petname and shook her head, uncharacteristically becoming shy as her finger tapped the table.

(Serval) "Not really just...This song isn't my usual kinda style, ya know? Don't wanna bore you to death with it."

(S/O) "Nothing you could share to me could ever be boring! I...just might pass out from the alcohol is all."

Serval rolled her eyes.

(Serval) "Gee, that makes me feel better."

(S/O) "Just shut up and grab your guitar already!"

Serval took a deep breath and grabbed her guitar and hooked up her phone to play the other instrumental parts she had done herself, looking at S/O, and then to the ceiling and closing her eyes.

(Serval) "I've kept this one hidden for a while, thought it might be a bit too personal but...Eh, what the heck. This one goes out to...a friend now gone."

S/O's smile grew more somber at that, having an inkling of who she was talking about.

[Song: Tonight -restart from this night-]

Serval's pick began strumming along the strings of her guitar, as she began singing, her tone growing much more heartfelt.

(Serval) "Back in the day, I thought I was strong, that I was the one who could right every wrong, Years roll on by, time does what it does, so hard to hold on to the people we love."

Serval's foot was tapping in rhythm, her eyes catching a glance at S/O, their hand doing the same. Smiling softly at that, she continued her song.

(Serval) "I've lost count of the days, And though I never stop thinking of you, We have gone our separate ways-"

Serval's mind rushed back with memories, where S/O was sitting, Cocolia was there, hanging off every word she was singing with a bright smile.

And that made Serval forget entirely about her mini stage-fright, singing as if there was no audience at all and simply speaking from the heart now.

So, tonight, let's start again From this night, rewrite the way it ends You and I would laugh And sing all night like we'd always meant

Part of her wondered if the Cocolia she knew would poke fun at her, thinking this song was a bit too sappy for what Serval usually did.

Would this song have even moved the Supreme Guardian at all?

Maybe. Serval would never know.

So, tonight, you'll find me there The nights we shared in places drinks would flow And the sun never rose And life meant living the life we chose

If I could relive the moment we drifted apart I'd right every wrong for you Whatever life asks from me, I will do Just to see you smile and waste a night with you

Serval closed out the song with a final strum, letting the instrumentals finish it out.

After opening her eyes again, she saw S/O with tears welling in their eyes, rubbing them aggressively with their sleeves.

The sight got her to laugh a little, despite the fact a part of her felt like tearing up as well.

(S/O) "That...song is beautiful! Why don't you play that?!"

(Serval) "Hah...maybe someday, but like I said, I'm still working out some little tidbits here and there on it."

(S/O) "Then...Then I can sing it instead!"

That had Serval suddenly burst into laughter, nearly dropping her guitar.

(Serval) "Maybe when I can't smell the drink you had all the way from here, I'll consider it!"

Serval shook her head and sat next to S/O, wiping away the tear on their cheek with her thumb.

(Serval) "How 'bout a different song huh? I can play it for ya, and you can scream like an idiot!"

(S/O) "Hey!"

Smiling at their pout, S/O was doing a good job of lifting her spirits already. Thanks to them, and many others, she wouldn't stay in the past.

...But, she'd be lying if she said she wouldn't want her best friend back.

Maybe for S/O, and the Cocolia she knew, she'd play that song for a real audience someday.

...But not tonight.

[isagispuzzle]

hello!! congratulations on the milestone 🌷

I think I have too many favorite tropes, but the one I like the most is probably fake relationship

CONGRATSSS AGAIN

thank you!! i feel like there's always this tension of not wanting to fall for the other party in fake relationships, so i wanted to try writing something a little lighter! hope you like it hehe

it's the 100th anniversary of a department store chain and you're invited to be their brand ambassador for their year-long campaign. you take up the offer, even if the contract demands you pretend to date your fellow model yukimiya and shoot in all their stores across the country throughout the duration of the campaign.

you're in okinawa for your first shoot, and yukimiya can barely stop sneezing for five minutes to snap a few photos with you. the february wind brings the beginnings of spring warmth and pollen, and unfortunately for yukimiya, his nose decides it's had enough. he constantly apologises for his allergies, which you brush off politely with a smile full of pity and concern. although yukimiya keeps you an arm's distance away, you notice how the pink around his eyes matches the blooming cherry blossoms around you.

the ice between you two melts as your kyushu tour begins. conversation blooms between shoots and yukimiya even treats you to dinner on an off-day, and the two of you are starting to garner attention. the paparazzi first spots you two in nagasaki, sharing wired earbuds and a fruit parfait. the public doesn't notice your carefully styled outfits, too distracted by how good you two look together to realise the cafe you two were at was under the brand you're advertising.

it is only when you reach the kanto region that things start to change. you get into your first argument with yukimiya in your hotel room; you're both tired from the constant travelling and stressed out by the nonstop glances from passersby, and you end up saying something a little too grating for yukimiya's liking. he calls you out for it and you get defensive, which only makes him push his point even harder. at some point, a silence falls over the room, and you sigh. you apologise and yukimiya pulls you in for a hug. it's the first time you two have touched without any cameras present, and it's the first time you realise how truly safe you feel with him.

you finally reach hokkaido in the last leg of the campaign. yukimiya warms your hands between his while you monitor your b-cuts, giving you thoughtful advice as you take it in with a nod. later, you share the bento you made earlier that morning with him during lunch, and in front of all your colleagues, yukimiya tells you that he'll be the happiest man on earth if he could eat your cooking every day.

the sun is setting while you and yukimiya check through your final shots. you can't help but think to yourself that you'll never be here again with yukimiya leaning over your shoulder, carefully examining pictures of the two of you against the white backdrop of fresh snow.

in the very last picture of the entire campaign, you're holding an umbrella over your heads while yukimiya holds your waist. a scarf connects the two of you, draped strategically to have the brand logo in the bottom right corner of the shot. sunlight bounces off the snowflakes on the ground to illuminate your mingling breaths between your noses.

you know that this is all for show. everything you have done with yukimiya has been for the camera, and every city you've visited with him was for the campaign. yet, in the way you look at yukimiya in the picture, you see the culmination of all the memories you've made together. there's the first movie you watched during a long break between shoots, the first hug you shared that night in your hotel room, and the first bite of food yukimiya fed you in the corner of that diner in miyagi. there's your anticipation of his next joke, your groundedness in the present only he can give, your desire to close the gap.

there's everything the camera has seen and more.

less than a year ago, you only knew yukimiya by name. now, you look at the way he holds your gaze and you know that he shares every thought, feeling, and memory with you. so when the campaign comes to a close, your fake relationship with yukimiya follows suit to make way for a real one.

[m-jelly]

Hello, Jelly! I hv read your works and I really love how you portray levi in different circumstances. I was wondering if you would do chibi levi series or oneshot? It would be from introduction between fem!reader and chibi! Levi to normal daily life occurrence - literally just random moments! Of course it would be up to you. Hv a lovely day and happy new year!!🌹

Just for a few days

Levi x fem reader

Future AU.

For a long time Levi's had a crush on you and you on him, but you've both never acted on it. As part of her military research, Hange finds new ways to stop the Titan enemy. However, she decides to help Levi out with his romantic life but ends up turning him into a small chibi version of himself. They decide to turn this mistake into something good. You have to look after Levi until he turns back.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Levi looked at his tiny cute hands. "How the fuck am I supposed to stop Titans like this?"

Hange gazed at Levi. "Well...maybe you should take a break..." Her brain speed ran ideas. "Ah! You'll be okay in a week, so we could take this time for you to relax and maybe I get a certain someone to help look after you?"

The way Levi said your name was so loving and gentle, no one else was treated with such care. "You think she would?"

"Yep!" She scooped up Levi and placed him in her lab coat pocket. "Let's go see her." She glanced down to see Levi was hiding. "You don't need to hide in there."

"Just let me do what I need to so I can process this."

"Okay, grumpy." She skipped down the hall to your office and shoved the door open. She sang your name before smiling at you once you finished your paperwork. "Hi."

You hummed a gentle laugh. "Hello. What can I do for you?"

She locked your door and moved closer causing tension in the air. "I need you on a secret special mission."

You leaned your cheek on your hand. "Why do I think this has something to do with your experiments, hmm?"

"It is."

"What am I doing now?" An exasperated sigh left you. "Nothing weird I hope. Please don't tell me you're turning me into a cat again."

"Nope. I experimented on Levi and things turned out...not how I planned."

You shot up from your seat as panic set in. "What did you do to him? Is he okay?"

"You care so much for him, it's adorable." She reached her hand into her pocket. "He's fine." She reached over and placed the little chibi Levi down on your desk. "He's here."

You looked down at him as he blushed. "Levi?"

He waved shyly at you. "Hello."

You sat down and caressed his cheek with your fingers. "Hi." Looking at him, he was probably the size of a pint glass. "Are you okay?"

He held your finger. "I'm okay. I need your help though."

Hange leaned on the desk. "You and I both know he would not want me to look after him. So, could you do it?

You hummed a laugh. "I'd love to."

Continues under the cut...

"Ow!"

Levi ran over on your desk and grabbed your hand. "Careful."

You showed him your finger where you'd accidentally pricked yourself with the needle. "It's just a tiny prick. I should be okay."

He released you, picked up a plaster and put it on you. "There."

"Thank you." You picked up the little shirt you had been sewing. "Almost done."

"I appreciate this."

You snipped the thread and turned the shirt inside out. "Happy to help. Here you go, a new shirt for you."

Levi yanked his shirt off revealing his cute body, but it was still perfectly muscular. He yanked the new shirt on. "This is perfect."

You smiled softly. "I'm glad. Is your bed okay as well?"

"Yes."

You stood up and hummed a laugh. "Good. Now, shall we go shopping for a teacup for you?"

"Please." He reached up for you and felt instant warmth when you picked him up. "Thank you."

You placed him in your little bag on your chest you made just for him, it was right near your breasts so it was warm but it also flustered him a bit. "Comfy?"

He blushed hard. "Yes." He held the edge of the bag. "Ready."

"You'll need your hat." You handed him the little thing. "It's a tad cold." You slipped your coat on and left the base with Levi. "I know you might not like it, but it'll have to be a toy shop and a little kid's cup."

"It's okay. I'm happy as long as I get to be with you and share a cup of tea."

The sweet words from Levi heated your cheeks up. "That's what I want too."

The two of you walked around the shop and looked at different small cups and even plates. When Levi said yes, it was placed in your basket. Everything you bought would have gone into a reasonable-sized doll house.

When you returned home you set everything up around your room, along with a little bath for Levi in your bathroom. "Is this all okay?"

"It's perfect. Thank you so much."

"It's my pleasure." You made him some tea and a snack before sitting with him. "Your seat okay?"

"It's surprisingly comfy."

You hummed a laugh. "Means you can sit when I work."

He gazed at you for a bit. "You've been so wonderful to me. Thank you." He took your hand and kissed a finger. "I appreciate it more than you know."

"You're very welcome." You leaned over and kissed the top of his head.

Spending every waking moment with someone made you close, it was only natural for it to happen. Levi was no longer using his little bed to sleep but your spare pillow next to you on your bed. When you watched the TV, he sat on a pillow on your lap.

The two of you were often giving each other kisses. He'd kiss your cheek or hand when he could and you would always kiss the top of his head. The affection was increasing and the need for each other was strong. You'd spend hours just talking about each other and connecting on a deep level, it was just a shame Levi was so tiny.

You were chatting with Levi after the week was up and he was still a chibi him. You liked it but you wanted him to be normal again so you could go ahead with your feelings for him. Levi was just as anxious and wanted to get back to normal, he wanted to hold you, kiss you and take care of you.

You lifted Levi up. "How about we go for a walk." You squeaked when Levi increased in size and fell on you. "Ah!" You closed your eyes and expected your head to fit the floor, but a hand cupped the back of your head protecting you. You heard a grunt and felt a weight on you. When you opened your eyes your heart raced at seeing Levi again. "Levi."

He panted a little. "Are you okay?"

"Y-Yes."

He eyed your lips a moment. "Slap me if you don't want this."

"What?" Before you could process his words his lips were on yours. You wrapped your arms around him, held him close and kissed him back with just as much fire and passion. Your body burned in delight as his tongue moved with yours. You ran your hand down his back and frowned. "Levi?"

He kissed your neck and chest. "Mm?"

"Levi, you're naked...your clothes ripped..."

He paused his kisses and blushed hard. "Shit. Could you uh?"

You closed your eyes. "Done." You giggled as you heard him running and stumbling about. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah! You can look."

You sat up and opened your eyes to see he was wearing just a towel. "Oh, wow."

He cleared his throat. "That's good, right?"

You nodded and noticed the bulge. You got up and quickly looked away. "Yes."

He moved closer to you. "Me being back to this doesn't mean what we had is over, right?"

You turned to face Levi as your heart raced. "I don't want it to be over."

Levi tangled his fingers in your hair. "Good, because I want you as mine." He kissed you over and over as he held you against him. "He parted from your lips as you both panted. "Please say you want to be with me."

You nodded as you smiled sweetly. "I want to be with you. I've wanted it for so long."

"Me too."

You gasped when Levi attacked you with kisses again like he was making up for lost time. You hummed when you heard something. "Levi?"

"Mm?"

"I think your towel fell."

Levi hugged you tightly. "I'm so sorry, I keep getting naked. Could you close your eyes again?"

You giggled and did as he asked. "Sure."

He yanked the towel around him. "Done." He pointed. "I'll go change and I'll be back."

You grabbed his wrist before he ran out. "Kiss."

He purred and kissed you. "I'll be back."

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @nbinairyn @bts-spnlvr12 @darkstarlight82 @emilyyyy-08 @levistealeaf @pelicanpizza @hideandgopeep @notgoodforlife @demonic-bird @searriously @anti-cupid @abiatackerman

[threadbearsweater]

arthur morgan x reader. canon-divergent, just a little daydream. I'm working on something a little bigger, but please accept this short offering for now.

Arthur likes to kiss you in the kitchen.

Its probably the most dangerous room in the house for him to do so, what with your array of carving knives and heavy cast-iron skillets that could do some serious damage if he were to catch you in a bad enough mood. But it's his favorite place to catch you off guard. He thinks it's downright precious to see you standing there in your apron with one hand on your hip and your favorite spoon in the other, tasting whatever concoction you've got simmering on the stove. You always look so deep in thought, concentrating on your task at hand. He may or may not have sketched you in that pose a couple of times while sitting at the table, talking to you as you listened to him absentmindedly, not fully focused on him as much as you are your recipe.

He smells whatever it is you're cooking long before he even enters the house and leaves his gun belt and boots by the door. The windows are fogged over from whatever you've got boiling on that little wood stove, and his mouth waters both at the sight of you standing there and the thought of how that food is going to warm him from the inside out once he gets a taste.

"Hey, stranger," you say, having felt the draft from the door when he entered. You throw him a smile over your shoulder, and his heart does a funny little thing.

"Hey yourself," he returns, and you're in his arms before another word is spoken between you. He presses you against the counter and cups your face in his hands, kissing you deep and sure. Days worth of his stubble scratch against your cheeks and his heart beats wildly beneath your hand on his chest. He kisses you like he means to devour you but in a slow, exploratory sense of the word. He's tasting, testing, savoring every glide of your lips and tongue.

"Arthur," you murmur against his mouth, wooden spoon in your hand dripping broth from your stew onto the floorboards.

"Missed ya," he whispers, grit and gravel in his throat.

You drop the spoon and loop your arms around his neck. His hands trace down around the curve of your hips, the round of your ass, and he grips the back of your thighs to hike your legs around his waist.

"But– the stew!" you cry. He sucks a bruise into the side of your neck and your protests fade into a desperate whimper.

He grunts and hauls you off to the bedroom. "Gonna be quick, I swear."

Dinner isn't ruined after all, thank the lord.

You swear up and down that you'll never let him kiss the cook again, but you manage to bend your own rule the very next day.

[unluckilyimnot]

Okay, but bonten with like a SUPER soft gf. Like, we talk like cry on every sad movie ivies with an animal to be specific). Takes things other says to heart. Often like cry over small things and stops to pet EVERY single animal she sees.

Feel free to ignore if you don’t feel like doing this one 😭 I know it’s lowkey weird.

Bonten with a soft gf!

Characters: rindou, ran, kaku, mikey, sanzu, kokonoi

fluff / no tw / wc: 900+

Note : no way it's so cute don't ever worry !! I love it thank you sm ! I dispatched it between all the characters I hope it's fine

m.list | rules

Rindou never minded more than that the fact that you cry a lot. He loves it a lot and it makes him chuckles and laugh more than anything else. He's always there to wip your tears away when you cry when the dog dies in the movies, or when you tear up at any inconveniences. You wear your heart on your sleeve, you're sensible, the opposite of him, and he cares and loves you for that.

Yet he's the first one to draw a radical line the second you get hurt, in any way, by someone. It's silly and fun until some abuse it and use it against you or to hurt you. He will find who did this, who made you cry and will burn their house down.

Sanzu sighs a lot when you decided something was wrong when he, in fact, didn't care. Yet his heart always skip a beat when he hears you speaking louder than you usually do, mad at people treating him poorly. He listen yo you for a while before he finally steps in and hold your hands when he's feeling cheesy, or your elbows when he's a bit tired or high.

"Babe, it's really nothing. Don't worry yourself like that, you'll get wrinkles." He honestly makes you laugh every time, or at least confort you that he doesn't care about anyone's opinion besides yours. And oh how much you love and care for him everyday, he can't even doubt it. He wished you'd stop hurting yourself over things like this, but recognize that your sweet nature is definitely what he loves the most about you.

Ran laughs at you when you get offended for nothing. It can be about something going your way st work to you spiking your coffee on the counter. It's his own comic relief of the day when you're stroming around, a deep frown on your face making you look like a small, angry animal but still defenseless. His laughter always making it worse, without mentioning his venom filled remarques, to make fun of your overreacting nature. To the point you can cry and not speak to him for hours – but for sure mentioning it all to Rindou.

Ran hates it when you team up with him, because you wouldn't talk to him but Rindou would, on the other hand, mention you and everything you told him to Ran. He's always making the first step to you and apologizing with probably a hundred wroth bouquet and your favorite snacks – promising you he'll never do it again, when he will most certainly do it again.

Seeing you enjoying small things about life is the reason why Mikey kept you around at first, you reminded him of his younger self and his friends at that time. Every time you stop to pet a stranger's dog, a small smile shows on his lips, one you rarely get to see even if you're always the reason for it.

You listen to him so carefully the few time he does talk to you, it makes him feel alive again. You're doing most of the talking and you're always so sorry to take this kich when that's what he loves about you. He makes sure to tell you that he likes it from time to time, just to be sure you won't stop. Your heart is so soft and warm, welcoming him every time you see him again with new facts you learn and an unconditional love that overflows everywhere, and he gets the chance to be showered with it every time.

Kokonoi got use to you stopping all the time the second you catch the glisme of a stay animal. So he instinctively add ten minutes to every trip you two have to do, even if it's only to walk to his car because there's a few stray cats in the parking lot and he's sure you're gonna stop or even wait for them to walk out from their hide spot.

But he just can't bring himself to get impatient when your eyes light up at the sight of the small cats. The way you jolt in joy when their cold nose finally touches your hand, and you look up to him with the softest smile he ever had the chance to witness. Yes, you're usually late, but he just had to snap a picture of you with the white kitten and everyone is accepting the fact that those ten minutes of your happiness are worth the delayed meetings.

Kakucho's always there to rub your back when you cry in front of a movie. He never sees why you cry particularly, but always listen thoughtfully to what you have to say about it. He brings you tissues, sometimes even wip your nose for you and let you dive into his arms when a character you liked dies. He can't help but tell himself how sensible you are every time, but also how he loves that. You bring him back to his human nature and what it is to be emphatic about normal things, far from his rough life where his life is at risk every time he steps outside the door.

To that, he hopes he'll never be the reason for your tears, and that he'll always be there to wipe them away and shush you down.

Sorry its rather short, tell me if you want a particular hc with one or a whole os.

Let me know if you liked it !

[more-than-a-princess]

Ah, he seemed to misunderstand, Sonia thought as she smiled. An honest mistake, but one she should probably explain before he met the rest of the family. They likely wouldn't find it quite as amusing as she did. "The bias against America is primarily due to the fact that your country rejected monarchy," She replied with a shake of her head. "Not necessarily safety: despite America's deep love of firearms, every able-bodied and able-minded Novosonian is trained how to operate them for military duty, so they are less fearful of Americans in that regard. Your right-wing conservatives are much more vocal than ours, though, but I imagine some of the restrictions on royalty that trickle down to the rest of the aristocracy might please people with those values anyway."

But she seemed to misunderstand as well, and while Wylan's was an easy mistake to make, hers wasn't. Sonia knew, to some degree, what his life's work entailed and that he didn't likely take holidays off for fun: he likely couldn't afford to, for the very same reason she guessed was behind her staff's own worries. Safety concerns. Sonia briefly wondered how many people were currently out for his blood, if they could identify him and track him down, and she shivered. At least she could write it off as the weather's responsibility.

"Sorry, I should have realized you would be traveling there for...erm, work," Sonia apologized. She hadn't meant to stress that particular word but it just slipped out, a casual admittance of her worries for him. About so many things: keeping him alive was only one of them. It would be a test to see who was more risky to his health: his past employers or enemies, or her own family.

Thankfully he changed the subject to something else, anything else. "Rock climbing walls? Like in The Princess Diaries?" She piped up before turning pink in embarrassment. "It is not my usual film choice but, when my floormates heard during my first year of Uni that I hadn't seen those films, they insisted that needed to be rectified. As an actual princess with a certain disdain for the Disneyfied versions, they were not too terrible." The second one in particular was resonant: a Royal Council's obsession with finding the crown princess a husband as God forbid she try to reign alone.

A topic a little too close to home, and therefore Sonia would do what she always did during times of anxiety: briefly chew at her mouth before diverting the conversation elsewhere.

"Well, if it is anything like the film then I trust you," She assured him, "But as I remember last night with some amount of clarity, watching my ass means you will have to give my thighs a respite. It may prove too taxing to keep both areas of my body in your sights at the same time."

If he was going to start with banter, she'd be sure to have the last word. At least, that was her intention by purposely reminding him of what her ass was attached to. "I am not sure that the Galeries Lafayette sells pet and pet care items," She admitted as they began to descend the stairs back into the department store proper. "Barring something from Louis Vuitton or Gucci. Does a luxury designer leash and collar have the same effect?" In short, nothing cheap.

Then again, nothing in the grand department store composed of three different buildings in one was cheap. Something Wylan would have to get used to. Something Sonia quietly hoped he never did. They re-entered the men's building and while he entrusted her to pick out something she wanted to see him in, what Sonia really wanted for him was for him to not lose himself in it all. The wealth. The pomp. The familial pressure to acclimate and perform in the manner of tradition he hadn't been indoctrinated into since the day of his birth, like the other peers he would soon be surrounded by. They'd have a leg up on him in every possible way, save two.

The ability to take a life, and the ability to keep her heart.

"You'll need a good coat, especially for the current season," She began. Perhaps best to start with outerwear and work her way in. Or under, she thought briefly as she blushed at the idea of picking out undergarments for him. Hopefully he could handle that himself. "Truth be told, I am often just given clothes to wear and do not often have the luxury to choose anything I wish. And um...I am rather more used to undressing men rather than dressing them. So this is a first for me, really: But I shall do my best. Even though I would love you even if you just wearing a paper bag, Wylan."

Something that could be interpreted as another challenge, Sonia thought as she guessed at his sizes, pulling out a deep gray wool overcoat, two blazers, three pairs of trousers and a pair of jeans, five button down shirts, and two pullover sweaters. Besides the gray, she'd mostly chosen shades of dark blue, navy, and green: they coordinated with or matched his eyes, as well as the usual colors the family wore. Accessories, shoes, sportswear, and sleepwear were whole other categories that needed their own focus and devotion.

"Perhaps try these on for the sizing and feel," She suggested once several workers arranged them all in a dressing room. "I should've asked, I suppose, if wool irritates you. I think you might appreciate it, alongside the cotton and silk blends, for this part of the world at this time of year. I cannot imagine that Las Vegas is conducive to cold winters at all.

"Too much of a security risk? With how you guys talk about America I thought that'd be a bigger deal. I think a social media guy just rented out space, you gotta have more power than him." A strange circumstance, almost jarring enough to brush past the slew of questions she'd thrown at him all the while disregarding his totally cool attempt at a flirt. "And no, I didn't climb the pyramids or go in them or any of that. It was a... different kind of trip. Don't even worry about it. Besides my point anyway." Hand flickers in the air. The whole tangent a dizzying one. But then, this was Sonia, wasn't it?

His arms cross gently with the coffee, considering the other alternatives. Considering actually climbing the Great Pyramid. Or just a pyramid. There was one in Vegas. Much less plausible of course. Zero blind spots and they had helicopters all over the damn place. Better to just see it. Alas.

"So. Failing that critical building block of upbringing. We start you on rock climbing walls. That's safe. Good for working out. I help you learn. Spend the day watching your ass while holding your rope. Practice for plenty of other things, right?" As the double entendre built up in his once-honest banter, he couldn't help but smile deeper. She seemed intent on seeing him make a fool of himself, he was intent on seeing her embrace some of the fool in herself.

Nobody else was going to do that, after all. Or not productively. Maybe one of the cousins? She seemed to take them far less seriously than he- however.

"Heheheh. This will be your turn to hold the rope, though. Taking me clothes shopping. See what all you want me to wear. Oh. Careful we don't pass a shop with pet stuff." Otherwise he will add a leash and collar to the basket. And Sonia will not survive the conversation about the 'pet' they're buying it for. One last swig of his drink before he finds somewhere to drop it, pulling Sonia by the hand with the ever present grin before descending back into the shopping area. A final glance to the tower before they dropped.

[thiziri]

Sir Tim Laurence visiting the Temple of the Sacred Tooth Relic in Kandy during day two of his visit to Sri Lanka, on 11 January 2024.

[triglycercule]

dust and horror angel and demon themes,,,, they could totally parallel each other...... :3

dust=angel of death described in the delta rune prophecy (self declared) (i DEFINITELY elaborated on this one waayyyy before but anyways dust with a fucked up savior complex SAVE ME SAVE ME.... death is a blessing ass guy. life is torment and he will be the one to liberate monsters from their bodies and with the strength they provide to him be able to take down evil evil creation of pure misery that is the human ✨✨✨ dont worry his evil cackles are to HIDE HIS PAIN of saving everyone....... trust)

horror=demon that dragged everyone in horrortale into hell (as perceived by everyone else) (i think it would be a cool hc if everyone outside of snowdin viewed horror as literally a demon. maybe undyne preaches that. anyone outside of snowdin might be WAYYY worse because they starve for longer and literally take part in cannibalism so they might not have the same sort of mild sanity that snowdin residents do,,,, besides he DID kinda bring them all eternal suffering. kinda. nobody but undyne knows what happened at the core so she could totally just paint the story to blame horror fully)

ANYWAYS i like the possible dynamics this could have :333

dust to horror (please let me kill you PLEASE let me kill you i can end it all so peacefully wouldn't it be nice??? i promise ill make it quick just for you),,, horror to dust (i want you to live and suffer with what youve done i want you to watch all of your choices hit you one day and i'll be there and laugh at you. i'll keep you alive just to keep you suffering ok?)

OR dust to horror (you dont deserve to die you dont deserve to even be hurt by me. not because youre the exception but youre the Exception i absolutely loathe you so youll never get the sweet release of death :3) and horror to dust (just let me die already i dont wanna be here. youre supposed to be a savior right??? an angel?? then why don't you save me already when i need it more than anyone else)

[bisexualbuckl-y]

so, the desire thing and confession... IF they do the whole confession scene right, I can absolutely see hot priest asking for specifics on what eddie and kim actually did, like confession isn't therapy, a priest when actually focused on helping you through confession will ask and will pry until you can actually name "the sin" that's causing you to need confession... so I do see a possibility of the priest digging deep enough until eddie gets to the root of the whole situation

[heich0e]

tetsuro owns 6 suits but only ever really wears 2 of them. he sends his laundry out to be done professionally because he keeps accidentally shrinking his shirts. his fridge is a wasteland because he can't seem to master cooking for one, but never manages to finish leftovers, so he eats out for most of his meals or survives off instant noodles and snack foods. he works ungodly hours. once a week he gets so drunk with his coworkers that he gets a hangover so bad he's nursing it for two full days.

and he swore, up and down, he would never be that guy who dates someone almost half his age.

but then he met you.

he has no idea what you see in him. honestly. truly. he's got a laundry list of flaws (that he'd probably also manage to shrink in the wash) and any one of them is sufficient grounds, he thinks, for you to avoid him.

but you don't.

you take him to restaurants in his neighbourhood he had no idea even existed. you can keep up with him drink for drink. you've got this bright, carefree laugh that reminds tetsurou of what it was like to be in his 20s—that makes him feel like he's there again—and you're so generous with it, even when his jokes don't warrant that reaction.

and fuck, the things you say to him. the things you do to him. it's obscene in an incredible, mouthwatering way. the unflinching way that you'll meet his gaze and tell him exactly what you want from him. tetsurou's been sporting a borderline permanent flush around you from the day you two met, because he just gets so flustered whenever you're together. you have him doing things that he would never have even dreamed about at his age before he met you.

then one night in the wee hours just before dawn, as he watches you wrap his bedsheet (the soft new one you picked out for him online from some shop that had them delivered to his door the next day) around your frame, tetsurou finds himself fighting back a plea for you to stay with him until morning—something you never do, and something he's never dared to ask.

and all at once he realizes just what a terrible, foolish mistake he's made.

because he doesn't just want you to stay the night. he just wants you to stay.

i wanna fuck middle-aged man kuroo so bad

[danielnelsen]

ok today's bug discovery: the fade-touched nevarrite ability that makes the target explode on death says it does 75% weapon damage, but im pretty sure it actually does 200%

[tvuniverse]

Listen i just want to preface this by saying I don't even personally hate Tommy, but that's not really the point i want to make so here goes nothing.

The way a lot of people act as if it's impossible to dislike him because the characters have moved on so so should we, right? and that's the thing right here, as poc we're always being told to move on. We can't express our feelings, we can't hold grudges, we can't complain about issues without making it something more than it is, we always have to just... move on.

I know people are going to say it's just a show, it's not that serious, but the issues it touches on and the way fandom speaks on those issues are.

I've seen a lot of comparisons between Tommy and other mains, how each of them are flawed and have screwed up one way or another, and you're right, but it's still unfair to compare him to them. We've seen each of the main characters experience guilt, or be ashamed of their action, we've seen them apologise, put in the work to actually grow, and they have. There's not enough time in an episode for us to see that for side characters. In this case, Tommy didn't do any of the above and that's normal, he was a plot device to show some very real societal issues, and especially what people of colour/women might go through in the workplace, and once he served his purpose he didn't get much more beyond a few scenes where it seemed like everything was fine between him and chim/hen. It would be more appropriate to compare him to the buckley parents, (who appeared in more or less the same amount of episodes) like if people suddendly started saying no one is allowed to hate them because they got their redemption, their kids more or less forgave them, they more or less tried to be better parents. And yet it's still not enough for a lot of people, because how they treated their children, the shit they've said to them, hits a little too close to home for a lot of people and so no matter what the show says or does, they'll still be mostly hated by the audience, and that's more than okay. But if margaret buckley is your favourite character than by all means be my guest. And listen, i love this show, it's all about hope, and it means everyone gets a redemption arc, as short as it is (sometimes even just a sentence lol), but we won't always be satisfied with these arcs, especially if they don't feel proportional to the hurt the characters may have caused to our mains, so we'll all have different reactions to them.

I swear liking a morally ambiguous/grey character says absolutely nothing about you, but making excuses for them, antagonising people who might dislike them (for good reasons) or acting like suddenly triggers don't exist for people, does say something about you. One of my favourite characters is literally the worst person ever, an actual bigot, but i won't ever write essays about why people are not allowed to dislike him actually because he's my babygirl.. i very much understand why people would.

All of this to say, everyone will have different opinions about Tommy. Some might love him, some will be completely neutral or at worst slightly uncomfortable/bothered by him, and some will straight up hate him, and all of these are fine. Live and let live, love whoever you want to love, and hate whoever you want to hate, but please stop trying to dictate how others should feel, i'm begging. And this really does go both ways.

[vulpinesaint]

truly you have to participate in the compliment economy. random compliments are so rare but it's not because you don't deserve them! our discomfort with engaging with other people makes it so that only some people take the initiative to give compliments in the first place, and that's really only if there's something standout about the person they're complimenting. it doesn't have to be that way. get comfortable with telling people that you like their clothes or their hair or that they have nice eyes or a good smile or a pretty laugh or that you admire the way they carry themself or like their music taste or just that you think they're nice or smart or cool. put a little delight out into the world! once you've done that, it opens up similar dialogues bit by bit... and as a secret special bonus, when you tell someone something nice, they're often very happy to have a chance to tell you something nice in return :)