#WOW I GOT KINDA SAPPY AT THE END?!??

[beetleoops]

You keep getting married to Beetlejuice

This fucker loves to party (and he loves you), so you are having weddings constantly

You officially get married in private, with only Lydia, the Deetzs and the Maitlands there. You take it easy so he can adjust to being alive, but Delia still throws a pretty fun party- if a little...odd. Still, it's enough for Beetlejuice to learn his alcohol tolerance isn't NEARLY as high now that he has a heartbeat.

"Babes!! I cannot fuckin wait to get married to you all over again." He's half asleep, laying his entire weight on you, reeking of booze, smiling like a dope. "Uh-huh. Me too, Beej." You pat his back.

(Also, turns out now that he sleeps for real, he snores. you think its cute.)

Once he's human (and more or less used to it), you have a more traditional wedding with your friends and family all there, and throw an all night reception and after party at a bar - beej loves the energy and is cheering on your grandparents to throw ass on the dance floor all night

"Fuck it up Agnes! Hell yeah!" (This is probably not your grandma's name. Actually, is that even your grandma?)

This goes over not great, but better than expected; everyone has a good time. You do too, of course. You are drunk and wearing white and laughing so loud, and when you aren't dancing, Beetlejuice can barely keep his hands off you. Hell, when you ARE dancing Beetlejuice can't keep his hands off you.

you go to Las Vegas for the honeymoon and get married again - Beej insists on the most tacky wedding possible and you agree.

You get married by an Elvis impersonater in a sticky little chapel on the strip. You wear a suit, and he wears a tight, short wedding dress with a veil and pumps.

"third time's the charm?" You ask, when Elvis finally says to kiss the groom. " Oh no, babes. We're hitting the drive through wedding chapel next."

"Deal!" And you dip him before kissing him square in the mouth.

You keep getting married to Beetlejuice, because you both want to make fucking SURE it sticks.

[loafbud]

The first Splatoon game turned 8 yesterday!

[peachsukii]

₊✩‧₊ ⎯ Bakugo goes with you to Disney world!

『 ♡ - k.bakugo x fem!reader 』 ✩ content; fun & fluffy fluff, soft bakugo  ⇢ katsuki bakugo masterlist ⋆ ˚ʚɞ — I was visiting family in Florida and wanted to spread some magic to my favorite. 💕

The flares of the Florida sun beat down on your exposed skin, humidity wrapping around your body like a blanket. The thin coat of sweat under your clothes wasn’t going to ruin your mood, but it definitely might ruin your boyfriend’s.

“Fuck, s’hot,” Bakugo grumbles, taking off his hat to wipe the sweat gathered on his forehead with the back of his free hand. “Knew you said it’d be a sticky heat, but goddamn. We haven’t even gotten in’ta the park yet and I’m dyin’.”

“Sorry babes, it’ll be better once we’re off the ferry,” you reassured, knowing that the trip across the water to the main entrance is always the hottest part of the trek. The ferry was packed with families donning various themed outfits - matching t-shirts, Disney princess costumes, and tons of little ones with Mickey and Minnie ears on their heads.

Bakugo leans over to you, snickering at a few kids running across the deck. “That kid’s gonna have the best sleep of his life tonight.”

A gentle smile settles on your lips as you watched the joy exude from the toddler, giggling up a storm with his mom.

“I can’t remember a time I had a sliver of that kinda energy,” you joke, lulling your head back as the wind swept through your ponytail. “Or a decent night’s sleep.”

“Ya had plenty of energy last night,” he laughs, smirking as you smack him on the arm while the ferry approaches the dock. Bakugo takes your hand when you stand to exit the boat, interlocking his fingers with your own. The greenery of the entrance flourishes under the sun’s rays, immediately catching your attention. You pull him to the side, standing in front of the landscape with the plaque that reads “Magic Kingdom” and the anniversary celebration signage. Before you can ask him to take a picture together, he’s already tugging you closer and taking out his phone from his pocket.

“Knew you were gonna ask, you and your sentimental ass,” Bakugo says, unlocking his fingers from your grasp in exchange for a spot on your waist.

“Scoot in close baby, I wanna get the flowers an’ shit.” He angles his phone to catch both of you with the flower display and the entry sign in the background, and to your surprise, he’s got the cheesiest smile on his face when he takes the shot.

“Go stand over there,” he demands, patting you on the small of your back when he lets go of your waist. You shoot him a confused stare, about to ask why before he cuts you off.

“I want a shot of my favorite princess. Stand over there an’ look pretty for me, peach.”

“Aww, Disney Magic already making you sappy?” You tease, sticking your tongue out him playfully to hide the blush creeping across your cheeks. He huffs while signaling you to move into the perfect spot. Once he’s satisfied with the position, you pose sweetly without hesitation with your foot propped up and cute little peace sign. Bakugo’s heart leaps into his throat when he studies your beautiful face through his screen, instantly setting the photo as his lock screen.

Both of you make your way to the gates and scan your magic bands, the signature chime and green light letting the two of you proceed into Magic Kingdom. Strolling through the Main Street Square, you stop in your tracks at the sight of Cinderella’s Castle, taking in its majestic glow with starry eyes.

“Wow, what a beautiful fu-uh, freakin’, sight,” Bakugo says, trying to watch his language around all the kids roaming the town square. You can’t help but giggle at his instance to be “family friendly,” trying his damndest not to curse at his natural 110% volume level. Jokingly, you told him earlier at breakfast that Mickey Mouse would pop out of a bush and scold him for cursing too much if he got caught and he’d end up in Disney Jail.

“So, where to first?” You question, bouncing on your heels with excitement. “Wanna meet your actual favorite princess?”

“Fu-screw off,” he snorts, squeezing your hand in jest. “…maybe later.”

You start walking down Main Street, navigating the crowds to head to the little nook between the castle and Tomorrowland. Peaking around the line queue, you squeal with excitement when you see Merida posing with a family of five.

“Look, there she is!”

Bakugo wasn’t really sure why he was nervous, he knew it was an actress, but a familiar childlike sense of wonder had him wanting to kick his feet with enthusiasm over the thought of meeting his favorite Disney princess. Merida happens to glance toward the two of you as you pass by the line queue before the next family gets her attention, waving when she sees you smile at her. Bakugo doesn’t know what to do, a weird fluttering sensation in his stomach as he manages to give a small wave back.

“Don’t get too soft on me now,” you quip, elbowing him in the side. "I happen to like your grumpy ass."

He barks out a laugh, throwing an arm around your shoulders. “M’not soft, princess. You’ll be askin’ for the opposite later.” He presses a kiss to your cheek, biting it playfully while you dramatically swat at him to cut it out.

The two of you meander through Magic Kingdom as the day goes on, jumping on rides, watching the parades, sharing snacks, and absorbing all the magic the park offered. You can’t remember a time where you’ve seen Bakugo smile for hours on end, enjoying your company and having a blast - even in the blistering heat! He went into a laughing fit watching you walk off of Space Mountain all wobbly the entire walk down the exit ramp from dizziness. And when he beat your score on the Buzz Lightyear ride, he insisted on buying the souvenir picture to prove his victory over you…and because he wants to hang it in the living room when you get home.

The day winds down, the sunset splayed across the horizon as the two of you settle into a spot in front of the castle, patiently waiting for the fireworks display to begin. The refreshing sensation of orange flavored dole whip hits your tongue, taking a few scoops before handing the cup back to Bakugo.

"Isn't this the life?" You ask, leaning back on your hands to stretch out your legs. "Can't believe I got you to wear matching Mickey ears."

"Y'didn't, you bought them when I said no," he retorts, rolling his eyes as he takes another bite of dole whip. "But I'm glad ya did, they're stupidly cute."

He sets the half-eaten cup on the sidewalk next to him, reaching into his pocket for his phone. "C'mere, before it gets too dark."

Bakugo tugs you closer, leaning against you as he hands you his phone to take a picture. When you're about to push the shutter button, he surprises you by planting a sweet peck on your cheek, a gleeful smile crossing your lips. When you look back at it, you can't help but think this is real - your boyfriend, the Katsuki Bakugo, one of Japan's top ten heroes, is here with you in Disney World, happy as can be, wearing matching Mickey ears and taking silly selfies with you.

"I'm starting to think you're the sentimental one."

"Can't a guy show off his girl?"

His girl.

"Color me shocked you wanted to be seen in those," you point to the Mickey ears atop his hat.

"Peach, y'know I'd do anything for ya at this point. I like bein' all cute and shit with you, and only you."

And you know what? That was a good enough answer. Bakugo flashes you a toothy grin before putting his phone back in his pocket, scooching closer so your hips are touching and offering you the last of the dole whip. The fireworks start a few moments later, the two of you lost in the beautiful explosive lights for the entire show.

Later that night, when you finally trudged back to the hotel, you have a notification of a new tagged photo that catches your attention - from Dynamight001. The caption of the photo set is short and sweet, thousands of likes and comments already flooding the post as he uploaded it on his main hero account.

"home's anywhere you are.🧡"

You're swiping through the photos, and there's one you didn't know he took at the very end. It's of you while watching the fireworks, the reflects of color sparkling in your eyes with a smile on your face.

Your heart beats against your ribs, overflowing with love for him as he waltzes out of the bathroom in his sweats. He sees the look on your face and chuckles, tackling you to the bedsheets and peppers your neck with kisses.

"Get off your phone already and in'ta bed, baby. We've got another long day tomorrow."

You hum in acknowledgement, tossing your phone onto the nightstand and sinking under the comforter to snuggle up into his chest - just the way he loves.

And you can't help but think to yourself, he's right.

Home's anywhere you are.

Disney bound!; @slayfics @maddietries @queenpiranhadon @starieq @liluvtojineteyam

[witheringwidgetwrites]

MC has a secret admirer!

Request goes; They're already dating but it's new so most of the lesser demons don't know about it. MC then starts getting love letters from an anonymous person and the Dateables/Brothers get the need to show off that MC is theirs?

I'm gonna do the brothers first! Hope that's cool! If yall wanna see more pls request it! (Also pretend that this is near the beginning of yalls relationship)

INTRO

"Wow, look babe, I got a love letter! Guess I'm more popular than I thought, you might have some competition." You chuckle, kissing his cheek. It was a very flattering letter, laying out all your strengths, compliments sprinkled generously throughout the writing. It was... surprising to say the least. But you were excited to tell him about it!

LUCIFER

If he's already on edge, he might just yank it and rip it in half. Today, however, he's in a good mood.

"Let me read it." You hand him the paper, watching him closely as he grimaces and scoffs. He's not nervous, but he is baffled that someone had the nerve to send you such a... bold letter.

A little prideful, in the sense that he has something that no one else can. He know's you wont leave him for some lower demon, but he can't help but feel slightly threatened.

Walks a litter closer to you around town and RAD. He'll hold your hand when the hallways start to filter out and there's less students around.

Puts in the effort to take you on more public dates, Restorante Six, most likely. kissing your hand and giving you roses at the table. He's not flashy, but it's enough for rumors to spread quickly.

MAMMON

He rips it from your hand, immediately turning his back so he can read it. "Is this the kinda lame sappy stuff you're into? Even I'd do better than this! It don't even mention ya eyes!"

He hands it back to you, mumbling something about, "i'll show 'em" before he stomps off, shaking his head.

He struts the RAD halls with his arm around you, glaring unnecessary at anyone who walks by. He's certainly on edge for the first couple days after. He starts passing you small silly notes during class, little drawings and pickup lines. You watch him as he turns away, hand trying to cover his flushed cheeks.

Also takes you out more. Carnivals, amusement parks, more casual things! Posts 1 post, with a few photos of you together, captioned 'almost as good as grimm.' If you get another letter, you might end up having your first kiss in front of the school!

LEVIATHAN

"Wha? Who?" He can feel his heart beating faster, anxiety rising in his chest. "Just kidding Levi, you're the only demon for me!" You giggle at him. "Could I read it?" You hand it to him, watching him plop down in his gaming chair. He gets very expressive while he reads. Before long, his tail is swishing behind him, "they don't even know you! There's no mention o-of any of your favorite videos games in here! You love games." He frowns, throwing his hands up dramatically. "I know Levi, I don't even know who sent it. Don't worry, they don't know me as well as you do." He pretends to lose control of his tail, that pulls you into him for a hug.

He sulks for a few days, but after some reassurance, he has a plan. You're going to the aquarium and he'll hold your hand! That'll really show 'em. Might even go to physical school a few days more than usual to walk with you.

He writes you a little in-game dialog sappy note, telling you a few things he loves about you. Might make a singular Devilgram post with you, hugging his Ruri-chan body pillow, captioned ''my #1 and my #2'

ASMODEUS

"Ohh! Of course you're popular MC! Everyone loves you, and me of course. We're the top power couple! Now let me take a look." He smiles at you, smile faltering slightly as he reads the letter. Eyes blinking a little stiffly, he hands it back to you. "That's so superficial, you're much better off with me." And with that, he walks away.

He shows the world exactly who's you are immediately. You're tagged in maybe 10 posts in a row. Pictures of you and him, some of just you, all captioned things like, 'my love' and 'my number one always' and 'remembering the moment I fell for you' and it's unmistakable.

Becomes even more affectionate in the RAD hallways, snuggling up to you, sitting in your lap/having you sit in his during lunch.

SATAN

He frowns, putting his hand out for the paper. He glances over it, brow furrowing as he reads. "This is amateur writing. You deserve much better." He hands it back to you, walking past you quickly with a scowl on this face. He turns back halfway down the hall, "be ready at 6:30." You decide to leave him be.

First order of business, he writes you a beautiful letter. It's long winded, many poetry references, and references to stories you've read together. Even compares you to a cat, somehow. He does not give it to you yet.

He dresses nice for your date, electing to take you to dinner, and then a stroll through the royal gardens. As you approach the doors to the House of Lamentation, he turns to you, reaching in his pocket and pulling out a wax sealed letter, your name written neatly on the other side.

Sits a little closer to you at lunch time, and in the library. Hoping someones will see and rumors will spread.

BEELZEBUB

He doesn't read the letter. He's a little jealous, but he thinks reading it will upset him, so he stays away.

He makes the small effort to hold your hand more. He's not normally one for PDA, but for you, he can make a small exception. You can see how flushed his face is when you look up at him.

On game days, he lets you wear his jersey until he needs it. Might post a picture on his Devilgram of you in it. Captioned, '#1 fan'

After one of his games, he sees you talking to a lower demon, they seem to be standing awfully close. He sees them throw their arm around you, and so he calls for you, pretending he didn't see them. He waves at you, jogging over and cupping your face with his hands before placing his lips on yours.

BELPHEGOR

He's half asleep when you tell him. Isn't really bothered until you make the comment about competition. Now he's awake, and looking around like there's a present threat. Yanks the letter from you, holding it close to his face while he scowls. He scans the paper, before rolling his eyes and rolling back over onto his side, taking the letter with him.

Pretends he's not bothered. Asmo brings it up at the dinner table, Belphie calls it a "stupid letter" and crosses his arms, slouching.

Doesn't bring it up again, but you notice he's a little more cuddly in public than he was before. One day after class, he finds you in the library studying, he saunters over, kissing you brashly, tongue tracing the edge of your bottom lip,and loudly, before wiping his lip with his thumb, and sitting next to you, "what're you studying today, MC?"

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when it rolls in like thunder:

chapter 1.5 — anyone else but you.

DISCLAIMER: half chapters are much shorter and used as wholesome, or not ;), fillers for the series! they're essentially palate cleansers so you can be emotionally prepared for more angst + hurt/comfort in the full chapters. however, you won't need to read these half chapters to understand context in full ones.

husband!carmy x hispanic!wife!reader

teaser. chapter 1. next chapter.

warnings : reader occasionally speaks some Spanish that Carmen hasn't picked up on. he thinks it's endearing. nothing else really. just very fluffy and touching. just good ol' sappy carmen and his wife going out for the day before the honeymoon!

authors note : this series is not doing well and it's kinda killing me inside but that's okay! just for funzies. also, the end is mostly dialogue. got a little lazy. sorry!

word count : 3k (not as short as i thought it would be ngl..)

highly recommend listening to the series playlist.

song(s) for this chapter : anyone else but you, & everyone adores you (at least i do)

"14.56? You're kidding me!"

Your eyes scan over the rainbow assortment of fresh, boxed fruit, the overpriced strawberries immediately grasping your attention. But not necessarily in a good way. Neither you or Carmen can totally remember who's idea it was to walk to the farmers market in this dry heat. It's not like you don't enjoy long walks, but it comes with cons. Pollen irritates your nose and the wind always messes up your hair.

You tug at Carmen's shirt, which, for once, isn't a tight-fitting pure cotton tee. It almost looks a little big on him, the sleeves rolled and cuffed perfectly so they still hug his arms. It's collared too. That ring on his finger makes your knees weak. He smells like the cologne he used to snag from Mikey's bathroom as a teenager. Richie got him his own bottle for Christmas the year after his passing and he's been wearing a spray or two on his neck and the insides of his wrists every 'special occasion' ever since.

And a hint of cigarette smoke. But you like it.

You always have.

He looks good. Fresh. Clean. Yours.

"Wow. I mean—" Carmen lets out a breathy chuckle that isn't quite loud enough to be a laugh, "it's a massive box. And it's strawberry season: May."

Still, despite his persuasive tone and the big hand that sits in the back pocket of your jean shorts as he stands beside you, it's not enough to convince you it's reasonable.

"But—"

"And we're at a farmers market, like, 10 minutes away from our place. Convenience costs money, baby."

Carmen peers down at you, retracting his hand from your rear and teasingly pushing your head into his shoulder. You pout. You don't want him to be right. The dramatics are fun.

"Pero, que es eso? Quieren que yo pago casi quince dólares para unos pinche fresas?" You throw your hands up, directly pointing to the tempting, fresh, and beautifully red fruit.

Carmen only nods. Even after 2 years of accidentally eavesdropping on your conversations, filled with the Spanish slang and sometimes vulgar language you've been using your whole life, he still hasn't quite learned much. Most of the time, he's too anxious to ask you what you're saying. He worries it'll make you stop doing it in front of him.

Until he comes to Tina, desperately. She'll ask him for the details but he can only remember bits and pieces of your one-sided conversations with him. She laughs for a moment or makes her eyes go theatrically wide just to fuck with his head. But eventually, she tells him the truth.

You only know this because Tina immediately started cracking jokes after she spent 15 minutes crying over your engagement, and then another 25 over your official elopement. 'Sacaste con un puré, gringo, mi vida! He needs patience!' she'd say to you whenever Carmen did the most minuscule thing that not-so-accidentally set you off.

"Mi amor," you turn to him, pinching your fingers and widening your eyes to make sure he's really paying attention, even if he doesn't understand you, "podemos comprar la misma cosa en Walmart, or algo así!"

The look in his eyes suggests that he didn't catch most of that. The only words he picked up were "mi amor" and "Walmart," obviously. He just assumes you're continuing your pointless bicker. But he doesn't have the heart, or even the want, to stop you.

He does love the way your nicknames for him roll off of your tongue. It warms something in him. Almost as if he believes your words capture your feelings and fully encapsulates him better than boring English ever does. They're smooth and they stick to his brain hours, or even days after they're spoken to him. In fact, he's been pretending he didn't faintly hear you whisper into his curls as he drifted off to sleep 'te amo con todo mi alma' last night, all fucking morning. It's the only full sentence you've ever spoken to him that he's been able to engrave into his memory.

"Uh-huh," he chuckles as he nods his head slowly, his dimples cinching in near the corners of his mouth. His skin looks a little tanner and brighter than usual. The veins in his eyelids are nearly invisible now, and the little moles that are scattered around his face and body are so much darker now. You thank the spring, nearly reaching the tips of summer, sun for bringing some life back to him. But you're not done complaining. So, you try not to smile in awe of your husband.

"Ó sea, que, are they gonna make me grow a magical straw-baby?"

"What, like—like how people say you'll grow a watermelon in your stomach if you swallow a seed?"

"Yeah! Like that!"

"I don't know, peach. Maybe?"

"It's not worth finding out."

"Yeah. Definitely not."

Despite this, you guys buy the damn strawberries.

You continue walking through the market and stopping at every other intricate little selection of produce, picking up ingredients for tonight's, tomorrow's, and the next day's dinner. You're still snacking on the overpriced strawberries, the entire carton in hand. Carmen occasionally lets you pop one in his mouth. He contently bites right before the stem and swallows. They're perfectly ripe, sweet, and juicy. And unfortunately a tad bit sticky. In the end, they're worth the aggressive price tag.

Finally, you stop in your tracks at a flower stand. Bouquets tied together with white ribbonYou're immediately drawn to the vibrant red of the roses and the pure, angelic white of the mums. Oh god, and you're convinced the baby's breath tucked in neatly between each gap that couldn't be closed by blooming petals could remedy the need for plant life in your living room. The fantasy makes you feel like you just can't leave without taking some of these gorgeous flowers with you.

"Mm—" you point, your mouth full of mushy strawberries, "those look really nice."

For a moment, Carmen hesitates. Those flowers will shrivel. They will lose their once attractive and captivating saturation of color. He's not even sure if they'll last more than 72 hours, given how bloomed the petals are. But you still have those clay vases from your engagement party. And he still loves to make you happy. Despite their fleeting nature, your appreciation for his gestures will last forever. Even if their lifespan doesn't.

Carmen's had this tendency for longer than either of you can pinpoint. Having money he doesn't need, money he doesn't use, has led to him making some questionable decisions. All in good faith. But impractical nonetheless. Take, for example, that time he bought you a Cartier love bracelet for your 1 year anniversary.

Yes, you heard that right. Cartier. The gold and shiny flat bands that required the disassembling and unscrewing of 18 karat gold bolts with a miniature fucking screwdriver. Oh, and this was even after you and him agreed to 'no gifts,' as you were already planning a trip to Copenhagen. The reaction he received from you wasn't quite what he expected. Tears streaming down your face and the kiss on his cheek to compensate for the lack of a proper gift for him was not part of the thoroughly walked through plan he wrote in his head. But your happiness is his, in the purest and pathetic and shameless way. He realized this the moment he screwed that last bolt and secured the thin piece of gold against the circumference of your wrist.

It's around 4pm, and the glistening sun is just slightly past its highest peek. Bright transparent blue and green spoons made from hard plastic swirl around in the cheap, (and definitely not authentic) gelato you share. Outdoor seating wasn't the first option, now that spring was slowly evolving into another scorching hot Chicago summer, but the AC of the parlor was sure to give you hypothermia.

"Fuckin' hot out here. Can't see," Carmen mutters, taking a small bite of the creamy pistachio mixture. He squints at the blinding beam of the sunlight. You felt a little guilty for letting him sit right in the direction of the sun. But he insisted.

"Did y'know blue eyes are more sensitive to sunlight?" You raised your brows, wiping the corner of your mouth and licking the gelato residue from it.

"Seriously?" Carmen leans forward, putting his hand above his eyes as a makeshift visor. His hand reaches out to adjust the heart shaped sunglasses that started to fall off of your head.

"Here," you hand them to him, feeling bad that you'd completely forgotten about them.

"And yes, seriously," you nod, hovering over the table and adjusting the sunglasses so they'd rest perfectly on Carmen's nose before sitting back down, "It's because blue eyes have less melanosomes compared to green and brown eyes."

A simple, "thank you, baby," would've sufficed, but kisses your lips, gently cradling your jaw and barely letting a breath of air slip through the empty space between your mouths after the 3rd kiss. Alas, you remove your lips from his and sit back down.

"Is there, like—"

"An exact number?" You finished his sentence.

"Yeah."

"Yes, actually. Blue eyes have 3 in each, green eyes have 5, and brown eyes usually have around 9 to 12 depending on how deep the color is."

You smile, shrugging your shoulders as you try to remain humble. It's impressive, he has to admit. Carmen's always been fascinated by your knowledge of pointless information. He wishes he could store and retain so much of what you know. But for now, he'll just admire you for it. He'll contemplate his lack of ability to remember things like patterns and bullet pointed facts that didn't relate to culinary arts later.

"Huh," he crosses his arms against his chest, his button up shirt squeezing his flesh and showing his slightly faded tattoos "kinda makes sense."

Letting out a laugh or two, you take another disappointing bite of the fake gelato monstrosity. It's not that it doesn't taste decent, but the texture is off and the crystallized ice that formed around the sides is unappealing for the price. Carmen had doubts since the moment you dragged him in by the hand like a greedy kid spotting a candy store. But he didn't say anything. What's the point of using his knowledge and skills to crush making you happy? It wasn't necessary at the time.

But, much to his pleasure of being correct, but his dismay of your disappointment, you aren't the biggest fan of it in the end.

"This isn't great," you swallow, shaking your head and dropping the spoon back into the paper cup in defeat as the green and nutty mixture went down your throat for the last time.

"It's not real," Carmen joins you, just to end up dropping his spoon in the same unfulfilling manner, too. "Most gelato places aren't. Gelato's dense. Not fluffy."

You nod, pushing the cup to the side and interlocking your fingers into his. His calloused fingertips gently caress the back of your hand and go over every little vein and mole that shines through your soft and soothing skin. He's become pretty fond of the whole hand-holding thing. Especially with that pretty rock on your finger. It's delicate. You're delicate. You're his.

"You've been doing that since the day we met, y'know," you hold onto his hand tighter, smiling and snatching your sunglasses back from his face with one swift motion before he can protest.

"What? Explaining shit about food you don't care about?" Carmen chuckles, his teeth showing. Sometimes he was embarrassed of his info-dumping, but he's learned to not be so shameful of it. You find it interesting. He doesn't really notice that he does it anymore.

"Yeah. But it's cute. It's what made me wanna keep talking to you. You don't do it to make me feel stupid, or something. You just.."

You paused to think.

"You know a lot about what you do, Carm. You're passionate."

Ah. The day you met.

Around 3 years ago, you'd just moved to the bustling city of Chicago after writing and successfully selling a beautiful script to an indie short film, which ended up being undeserving of your work due to the poor execution of dialogue. It didn't even end up showing at the film festival you were practically forced to attend. Even after co-writing and directing film projects and not-so-popular cinematic pieces, you hadn't tasted the pleasure of success. You dreamed to write something all on your own and conjure up a moving script of the century. You figured moving to a brand new city would get the creative juices flowing. Eventually, it did, but it took a boring circle of friends and a couple sleepless nights before you were successfully back and thriving in the industry.

You decided celebrating with an appletini or two at a shitty Karaoke bar down the block from your apartment was the best option. And thank god you did.

Carmen caught your eye the moment you detached yourself from your social circle to smoke a cigarette or two outback in the alleyway to melt the anxiety that started to consume you once you got a little tipsy for the first time in months. The tattoo on his hand and the way he crouched down on the asphalt beside Richie who complained endlessly about the complexities of his divorce was intriguing.

You butted into their conversation and lit a cigarette of your own, politely greeting them. Richie didn't say much. It's like he knew it would be Carmen's opportunity to function like a normal person and have a pleasant conversation with a random bar girl in black pantyhose and combat boots. The two of you discussed moving back to Chicago, discovering that Carmen actually grew up there and started a new life of culinary exploration and expertise, while you just needed a sense of control and escapism.

After the conversation had reduced to mundane small talk, visibly making both of you tense up, you finally got his name: Carmen Berzatto. His use of his full name was a little displacing. It made you wonder if you should've known who he was, considering his surprisingly humble background check. You couldn't help but want to know if there was more to him than his career. More than his cigarettes and his tattoos and his weird love-hate relationship with his family friend he called 'cousin' for no real particular reason.

More than the restaurant he'd been trying to revive.

That night caused him to come to the realization that he didn't actually know if there was more to him. Ever since that conversation and its rude interruption of Richie's right hook into some random guys face landing him in a cell overnight, he's been forming into a real person instead of the outer shell that is his job as a chef. He asked about your films, your projects, what made you start working in cinematography, and who your inspirations were. You answered completely honestly and wholeheartedly with every question, never making him feel a burden for his curiosity.

You could tell he was nervous with the way his voice shook and his breath went uneven with every look.

"I was kinda scared to talk to you when you came up to me," Carmen smiles, running his free hand through his dry and defined blonde curls. You squinted in disbelief.

"What? Me?"

"Yeah. I don't know, I–" he shrugs, leaning forward to get even closer to your again "you were cool right off the bat. You still are. Possibly a lot cooler than me."

You roll your eyes playfully, refusing to take the compliment in a fit of flattery. Constantly being humble around Carmen was kinda hard. Especially with the way he unintentionally showered you with compliments that were really just state of facts to him. But he didn't want you to be humble. He wanted you to own that shit.

"And you're beautiful. So, so beautiful. I think that scared me a little, too."

"I think I might've been more nervous than you were. I was just so determined to talk to the hot guy with tattoos and a blue apron over a slutty white t-shirt that I tried desperately to hide it," you joked, laughing harder at the sight of an eyeroll of his own.

"Yeah, well, look at us now. Married," Carmen smiles, gently pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear and exposing your decorated lobe with earrings Natalie gifted you for your birthday last year. "I'm glad you stuck it out. You always do. All the time."

Carmen gushes over your ability to 'always know what to say,' when you know deep down your life is just a constant cycle of 'figuring it out' and 'going with the flow' of inevitable highs and lows of life as you go on. Your brilliance is so organic. Everything about you has always been the purest form of excellence and love to him. Even when he barely knew you.

"Can I ask you a really stupid question?" You bite at the inside of your cheek, your hand releasing from Carmen's so you could clasp your palms together in a pleading motion.

"Sure."

You pause, swallowing the familiar lump that hasn't formed in your throat since the first time you told him you wanted every part of him in your life.

"When..." you breathe in sharply through your nose, "did you realize, 'oh yeah, I need to spend the rest of my life with her.' Was there any specific moment?"

Almost without a second thought, Carmen answers with a blush against his cheeks and his hand grasping yours again at the loss of physical contact.

"Probably the first time we kissed."

That response surprises you more than it probably should. That night in your apartment changed his course and perspective on love and life for the rest of eternity. He learned to slow down and let himself fail and pick the pieces of his mistakes back up.

"I love you, Carmy."

"I love you."

He says it back hungrily like he needs it to be branded into the ridges of your mind. And at this rate, it might've already been stamped into your memories of him.

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[claiestve]

𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ꨄ Alex

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ɪ ᴡɪꜱʜ ɪ ʜᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ↻ ◁ ɪɪ ▷ ↺

⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯

❝ Hung all my clothes in the closet you made

“I can’t believe we’re living together. Like, finally!” 

“I can’t wait to get your pictures in this new setting.”

“Alex!”

“What?!”

Your shoes still in boxes, I send them your way, hoping life brings you no new pain

“Is this my stuff?”

“Mhm.”

“You couldn’t even bother packing it up properly? Wow.”

I rearrange my memories, I try to rewrite our life

“You're good at staying rational until you're not.”

“What?”

But no matter how I try to

“Want to tell me what's wrong or am I supposed to guess?”

And no matter how I want to 

“You really think something's going on between us…?”

And no matter how easy things could be if I did

“I’m sorry about the other night, I was overthinking and my thoughts got the best of me…”

“Yeah, it’s fine. I forgive you.”

“You okay?”

And no matter how guilty, I still feel saying it

“Why the hell am I the last person to know about this? If anything I should be the first. Not only are we dating but you live with me. But you told me after everyone else? After all the people that you don’t live with? What kind of shit is that Alex?”

“I didn't tell you at first because I knew you'd react like this.”

I wish I hated you

“Hey, hey. This… this will be– it’ll be okay.”

“But it’s over now.”

“I know it'll be the end of us but…”

I wish that weren't true

“You know you're my favorite person. You're adorable and clingy. The day hasn't even started yet and I'm falling for you a little more.”

“Go back to sleep, stupid.”

Wish there was worse to you

“You know, Alex. This year has been the best. I don’t even mean it in a weird, sappy way, but I don’t know. You make every year a good one.”

I wish you were worse to me

“Well, you stay here where it's romantic and warm, I'll be back with the hot chocolate, okay?”

Yeah, I wish I hated you. ❞

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that was literally justtt dialogue (exhausting but after yesterday, i had to)

dont worry, the andrew fic is still in the drafts i just got more motivation to kinda finish this after yesterday.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

what kind of flowers would satoru give u on valentines? how about suguru?

ANON…. what a cute question 🥺🥺🥺🥺 this was soooooo fun to think about……. our baby boys and their gift giving ways………..

ultimately!!! i think satoru would go for flowers that remind him of you (or just your faves / something classic), while suguru would put a lot more thought into symbolism!! he’s a flower boy to me :33 buuut if we’re being more specific…..

my spontaneous thoughts (<- this is a lie i spent like half an hour choosing these) are as follows!! as you can tell i got carried away instantly <33

satoru’s picks:

(pink) roses the classic choice!! it’s what’s on sale, what everyone recommends, so he just goes for it. HOWEVER!! he doesn’t wanna be too basic so he goes for a nice pink instead of the classic red :33 might even go for yellow roses because i firmly believe he’d associate that colour with you. the sunshine of his silly little life !! if he finds out that yellow roses symbolize friendship he’s going back to pink though LMAOO he’ll apologize for friendzoning you too as if he doesn’t regularly call you his bestie …. silly man. i just know he’d get the biggest bouquet of these ever too <33 a whole delivery of roses that completely block your front door so you’re kinda… stuck. with him & his love. lucky you !!

sunflowers kinda goes back to the forementioned point but i just feel like satoru views you as his sun :((( so when he discovers a fresh field of sunflowers he’s like !!!! wow !!!!! wowowow !!!!!! and buys a whole bunch immediately. he’ll be carrying as many sunflowers as he physically can, cradled by his long ass arms, bringing them to you with a big smile on his face <333 they end up reminding you more of him than anything because he’s just beaming when he gives them to you …. sunny sunshine man ,…… and that makes you love them so much more . you never tell him the reason why you suddenly adore sunflowers so much because that would be embarrassing + inflate his ego he would cry a little bit

lillies SENTIMENTAL SATORU HAS JOINED THE CHAT i just think he’s sort of drawn to lillies!! :< like i don’t necessarily think he’d be interested in the symbolism, lillies being associated with purity and whatnot — i think he’s just kind of mesmerized by them. their petals are silky and they smell so sweet and somehow he feels a little sappy to be carrying a bouquet of them around. nostalgic maybe; a little soft. like he’s your husband. even if you aren’t even close to that stage yet… (lillies can also symbolize commitment, which… yk). i just think it makes him feel oddly vulnerable LMAO he’s a loser. gives them to you with a soft smile and a kiss to your forehead <333 he thinks they look right at home in your arms.

suguru’s picks:

roses can’t go wrong with a classic!!! this is his spontaneous choice. the symbolism is obvious, and i think he just. likes the idea of being a rose guy yk… 😭😭 the kinda guy who gives you roses for every single special date !! makes sure there’s always a fresh bouquet waiting for you :33 personally i think he’s a basic bitch but he will continue to buy roses for you unless you tell him otherwise like he’s Very adamant abt it. true love!!! they symbolize true love!!! what else could he give to you? what else is there to say? he wants you to feel loved and special and when he can’t verbalize his love properly he knows the roses in his arms will do the talking for him <333 i think that in the beginning of your relationship your apartment is constantly smelling of roses because of this.. after a while he starts to chill out a bit and gives you other flowers, but you’ll never quite be rid of that floral scent.

camellias this is where he starts to get more creative. maybe satoru calls him basic or boring for always buying roses and suguru huffs and tells him to shut up but it still ends up bugging him LMAO… so !! he does his flower research <333 i firmly believe he would buy a whole book on flower symbolism JUST so he could pick out the most fitting bouquets for you.. he won’t tell you what they mean, though. just gives you a very fond, secretive look when you ask <333 (if you ever figure it out and he gets to see your cute blushing face, then that’s just a nice little bonus.) but yes!!!! camellias!!! a symbol of love and passion and inner strenght. i think he gives them to you with a sentiment of you being his inner strenght…. the reason he’s made it this far. camellias are also said to represent eternal love / everlasting devotion, because the calyx and the petals of a camellia always fall together… and i just think he’s weak for that. he’s like. that’s Us baby <33 but he doesn’t actually say it because that would ruin the subtlety of it all yk?? silly pretentious man…

forget-me-nots he’s a sentimentalist <333 i think i just associate him a lot with forget-me-nots bUT it feels very suguru to give you the most blatantly symbolic flowers he can find :’3 he’d give them to you in a small bouquet, but brimming with sooo many feelings and thoughts. the most obvious one is ”don’t forget me,” but i think he’d see it more as a symbol of trust and gratitude. and his own promise to never let you slip from his fingers or take you for granted :(( forget-me-nots symbolize both true love & devotion and i think that’s all suguru really wants to convey to you!! he’s in love, he’s devoted, you’ve burrowed your way so far into his life that he knows he’ll never be able to forget you. and he wants you to know. probably makes it a habit to get you these for every truly special occasion because he never wants you to forget how loyal he is to you. sap

[pha5ed]

Crushing on You || LifeSteal Headcannons

type :: fluff

tw/cw :: none

members :: mapicc, parrot, zam, spoke, vitalasy

Mapicc

In denial about his crush for super long, might never admit to it

Anyone who accuses him of liking you instantly gets their base blown up

He tries super hard to seem cool in-front of you but he’s a natural loser

One time he tried to flex his Fortnite skills on you… That’s the best and only rizz he got

Anytime you’re in a call with him, he starts try-harding at everything, pvp, building, anything

The entire server calls him out for this but just says he’s naturally good

If you two ever end up in a call alone, expect a lot of painful attempts of flirting

“Haha I bet you’re so short in person”

Definitely insults you a shit ton 24/7

You don’t know that he’s joking and start to think he actually hates you at one point

Bro will say the most foul stuff to you but if you dare say one thing back he either attempts to insult you back or leave the call and cry

Tries so HARD to get you to do couple stuff with him without actually saying

“Wow these two profile pics are so cute… I wish I had someone to match with me…”

If you do match with him, he screenshots it and smiles to sleep

“Hey I’m getting some necklaces and there’s a buy one get one free deal… do you want one?”

If you accept, he’ll never take the necklace off and if he sees you wearing he’ll try to sneakily take a pic of you wearing it

He’s not the type to confess online, he’ll definitely wait till VidCon or TwitchCon to confess to you in person

During his confession he’s super scared and nervous

His palms get sweaty and you can see his pit stains

When he does confess, it’s really sweet and simple

He thinks long speeches about emotions are too sappy and uncool

When you say yes he’s so happy, so so so happy

Definitely a great bf :)

Parrot

He doesn’t fall for anyone super fast, you two were definitely besties before he started liking you

When he realizes he likes you, he’s not sure what to do with himself

He’s not a flirty type at all

He might projectile vomit if he has to flirt

Does his best to research what to do and how to get you to like him back

Any time you’re in call he’ll ask stiff ass questions just to learn more about you

“Uh… Okay weird question but how many creases are on your neck?”

After you answer any question, he write it down. Not on a google doc but on PAPER

You can hear his nerdy ass writing with his old wooden pencil

He only wants to confess in person, hates the idea of an online confession

When you meet irl, he uses all of the data he collected to look like the perfect guy for you

But in reality, you already liked him so this made no difference

When he does confess to you, it’s super sweet and kinda cliche

Gives you flowers and chocolate, then gives the most simple yet sincere confession he can muster

Of course you accept :) And oh my god he’s so happy

He definitely rants about you on Parrot Shorts 24/7

Zam

Doesn’t know he likes you but he definitelyyy acts a lil different around you

He stills acts like himself but you get special treatment

Zam’s history of betraying people doesn’t apply to you, he can’t bring himself to do that

You guys call all the time but neither of you notice how your calls have gone a platonic tone to romantic tone

The shift was so subtle and slow

It’s like you guys automatically started acting like a married couple

One day, Pangi accidentally introduces you as Zam’s gf/bf and it suddenly clicks in his head

After Pangi says that he finally realizes that he likes you!!!

Doesn’t know what to do and decides to ask Pangi for advice

Pangi’s advice is basic, “just be yourself, be nicer, blah blah blah”

Zam listens to the advice but now he’s super stiff and uptight

You notice it and think that he’s mad at you

He quickly denies this and starts over explaining everything that he’s thinking

“- And then when Pangi said you were my gf/bf it suddenly clicked and I was like ohmygosh I like (y/n) that’s so crazy I mean how could I not but- . . . ”

Accidentally confesses

You gotta say yes, poor guy is so stressed out over it

Once you say yes, he starts cheering and asking “Really? Like for real?”

Shows you off to his close friends but doesn’t want your relationship to be toooo public cause of weird fans

Spoke

There’s not a single though behind those eyes

This man doesn’t know he likes you and will never confess

You’ve been best friends for agesss, at least 3+ years

Everything between you feels so natural and it’s almost like you grew up with each other

Everyone always asks if he likes you or vice versa and he always goes “Nahhh!”

But secretly, you and Spoke made a pact to get married at 30 if you’re both single

Everyone ships you together and he just laughs it off and says “Ha!! That’s so dumb” while your both on your daily 14 hour call with each other

When you meet in person he’s surprisingly touchy, but you don’t mind

But, when he sees the other members start to be friendly and touchy with you he goes : 🤨 that’s my job 😡

Starts to get protective and jealous over you and isn’t sure why

One day you get pissed off at him for ruining your conversation with someone and you angrily ask him, “Why do you care who I talk to?! Do you like me or something?!”

And both of you go . . .

The gears in his heads finally start working but they stop after like 2 seconds and he goes “Well duh we’re best friends!”

You cut him off by confessing your love for him

Bro straight up goes “ :O whaaaat no way”

He accepts happily and nothing changes between you two since you were basically already dating

Vitalasy

Your videos always so super well and they’re kinda similar to Vitalasy

He asks if you want to collab and you agree

While recording and plotting for your video, you two hit it off super well

At first he treats you like any normal friend but once the call ends he gets all giddy

Tries to snap himself out of it but he can’t stop smiling

Aww shoot… he likes you

He doesn’t want to seem desperate, how could he only know you for like 6 hours and instantly like you

Starts day dreaming about your future together and what house you’d have and-

No stop it! It’s too soon!!!

Decides the only way to combat these feelings, is by being the biggest jerk alive to you

Starts playfully bullying you and teasing you all the time

But his insults are so weak that you can instantly tell he doesn’t mean a word he says

He can’t help but always ask to call you, play games, and plot more videos

You two stream together all the time to the point where everyone’s surprised if he does a solo stream

Surprising has okay-ish rizz and is pretty smooth at times

One night, you two are calling like always and he’s about to sleep

Right before he sleeps he says “I love you”, making you get flustered from it and say “what???”

“I love you, you know that already” He says again

He instantly knocks out and the next morning he sees you’re still on call

When you wake up too, you ask him about it and he’s shocked at his own rizz

“Oh sorry for saying that, that’s so weird bruh I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable-”

But then you confess too :)

After that, he’s shocked but confesses to you in a long ass ramble

Now you’re dating and literally no one is surprised

Twitter goes crazyyyyy about you two tho

[drawingducktalesducks]

Pretty Friendly Enemy! the 'forbidden friends to ???' musical

Starring: Webby Vanderquack McDuck as Plain Text Lena as Bolded

>>---<3--->

Hi I’m Lena, the infamous Lenore Nevermore De Spell kinda sad you had to meet me, have to say it won’t end well

For who? For you Uhh- Obviously, duh

Descended from a long line of evil sorcerers and witches means when I see happy people, well the sappiness just itches See I've got a lot to live up to, we De Spells give wickedness its name wouldn’t want to be first one of my line who turns out to be lame

Wow! That’s a lot of pressure yeah, I totally can see! But um just wondering, what’s it gotta do with me?

Take three guess. You like the bow in my tresses? Nope, guess again. Oh! You wanna be my friend! Ugh this is starting to hurt… Is it the color of my shirt? Oh my duck- Look, Pink Use your pretty head for a sec and just think!

…you think I’m pretty? …. No…

Lenaaaaaaaaa- Nooooo-!

You gave me a nickname! Oh oh, that’s so sweet! Stop talking about me like I’m a stupid treat! But you are! Not! Yes! No! I am evil, I am vicious- Precious~ Stop it! My dark dreams are ambitious! Wanna have a sleep over?! Only if you’re sleeping with the fishes!

Lenore Nevermore De Spell, my beautiful best first friend- This is turning out a nightmare, please someone make it end You can declaim “I’m evil” and “The spawn of villainy!” But that doesn’t change how, of all the happy people in the world to torment- you picked me!

So? Maybe I just hated your sparkly smile. That’s the thing though, I haven’t smiled in a while …what?

You saw. I was sitting all alone, droopy, sad and blue I’d been feeling pretty down lately, at least until I met you Shut up It’s true! You had to work hard cheering me up just to tear me all apart, and while you did, you lovely idiot, you opened up your heart! Don’t have one We had fun!

Pink look, listen close to what I’m saying put your fists up and strike first, all that fun was just me playing! My open hand? Just silly trap that I’ve been laying so take me out now or you’ll be the one who ends up paying!

Paying? Like on a date? Yes- no wait-! It’s fate! It was supposed to be just bait! Now it’s toooooo laaaaate!

Friends forever, and maybe someday even more! Can you hear yourself? I’m the enemy! Our families are at war! I’m pretty though, right? That’s precisely what you said Oh shadows and night I wish I was dead… No! Only over my pretty decapitated head!

So. Friends? …. Webby… C’mon Lena, just say it once. For me? … I guess we can be… ugh… So close, a little further, you totally can make it! …friend.. ly I’ll take it!

[simphellscape]

losing all of it // our fans // next | tw: cursing

“Uh… hello?”

“(Y/N)! Hi! I’m here with Mikasa, Jean, and Connie, Cannibal’s new guitarist.”

Everyone greets you all at once, happily mumbling over one another.

It seemed weird to you that Armin called you in the first place. The last conversation the two of you had didn’t necessarily seem like an invitation for friendship on either end. However, your personal mission to end the controversy surrounding LOVESICK! is at a standstill. Eren has been missing in action for days; he never even read your message. You were hoping Armin could shed some light on the situation. Now, hearing all the voices on the other line, you are filled with a potent anxiety.

“Woah, uh, hey everyone,” you stutter.

“It’s alright, no need to panic, I get that this is a lot,” a reassuring female voice on the other end pipes in.

Mikasa. God, you miss her. With your feelings about Eren on the forefront of your mind, you never stopped to think about how long it had been since you two have spoken. You two had such fun together once upon a time. She didn’t deserve your silence.

“It’s good to hear your voice, Mimi.”

She chuckles at the nickname.

“You too.”

“Anyway,” Armin redirects, “this is actually a business call. A better one than last time, I hope.”

Your stomach drops.

“I’m listening.”

“We just left Eren’s apartment. He’s in really bad shape, and he’s very angry at all of us. So angry that he just quit the band.”

“Wow… that’s tough.”

You don’t quite know what else to say. It’s not undeserved, at least when it comes to Armin, but this puts everyone else in limbo. Knowing how close Mikasa and Eren are, you can’t imagine she’s taking this well.

“We’re not giving up,” Mikasa asserts, “We’re gonna try to win him over.”

“How? Eren isn’t exactly a wishy-washy kinda guy. I’m sure he meant it,” you question.

“You gotta talk to him.”

“And say what exactly?”

Silence. You figured that they may not have thought very far ahead, as all of this sounds pretty fresh.

“I actually have an idea,” a new voice pipes in.

“Oh, great, more plans! We definitely don’t need any of that shit right now, Connie,” Jean grumbles.

“This is actually something I think will work, and to be honest I didn’t even come up with it. Our fans did.”

“Our fans?” you question.

“Yeah, they actually exist. They’re just harder to find because the big accounts are… extremely opinionated.”

“What’ve you got, Connie?” Armin asks, optimism injected back in his voice.

“People are looking at the release date and thinking that it’s on the same day because we have features from each other on the singles. The idea’s gotten some attention, good and bad. But from what Armin said to us earlier, it sounds like we wanna get rid of the people who don’t respect the art. I think this would be a good way to do that, and it would be a good way to squash the beef. And if we do that…”

“Eren might be back in,” you finish.

“If you’re in,” Mikasa affirms, “Eren will be too. We can all tell he cares about you still.”

“Yeah, pretty much all of our songs have been about you since he met you,” Jean adds.

Your chest flutters.

“All of it?”

“I wish I was kidding. Some of them made it on the last album, but the dude is constantly writing sappy lyrics about you. He refuses to write anything else.”

A part of you assumed Armin was exaggerating when he told you the ways in which Eren has dimmed since you two parted ways. You’ve come to expect that from him. Jean, however, has always been straightforward.

It was always easier to hate Eren, knowing that he hated you too. Over the years, it became a shield to hide your pain behind. Very few people know exactly how difficult his leaving was for you. Your discography displays some of that pain, but there are still parts of it that are unknowable to you. All around you are reminders of him, all the time.

It only was a few months of your life, but you’ve known for years that these small, every day pains would stick with you forever. Your reluctance to participate comes from a fear of facing it — a fear of making small pains large again — but it’s being slowly replaced with hope.

You inhale deeply, knowing you could easily come to regret what you’re about to tell them.

“I’m in.”

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[crystalflygeo]

Wait a second! I knew I've seen you around! Crys!

Also, holy heck in a handbasket. Why are you also not an EBG participant? I've seen you on a couple blogs, notably, Meirin's and Dresvi's, and I really enjoy your shenanigans.

I like how you take things in unexpected directions. I thought the whole idea of bringing the Adepti in as players in Meirin's blog was such an amazing choice. You have a lot of talent in writing different sorts of characters, and I like it a lot.

I also like how you can find a way into blog arcs. With the way you write, you're flexible enough to push the writers on the other end just enough to get them to open up into the lore they have. I remember you pushing Elzer in Dresvi's blog just enough to drop little tidbits about the general lore and the fire situation that's apparently going on in there.

Also, do not get me started on how entertaining it is to watch you start up shenanigans in Meirin's tea house. It's so much fun to read your shenanigans.

I never know what I'm gonna get when I see you as an asker, and that makes it fun.

Like with Risu, I hope that you do end up being an EBG participant. I'm honestly amazed by how much mastery you have for different character voices. But even if you don't, it's been fun watching you cause a lot of fun shenanigans. I hope you continue to cause all the chaos.

There's only one day left, so I look forward to seeing what other shenanigans you get up to.

✌️

sfcvgsahvcajshcbsakn AYOOOOOOOOOO WHAT I'M HONORED PLS???

ANON WHO ARE YOU LET ME HUG YOU RN THANK YOUUUUU Again I did briefly consider it but I was just coming back from a trip for vacations, starting back work again, had other stuff going on stressing me also I genuinely don't think I have the brainpower to make a plotted EBG lmao

Also I feel like idk for something like this I'd like to establish some more lore about my OC/avatar? hehe. A lot of wonderful friends (most notably @meimeimeirin @floraldresvi @moraxsthrone and @localplaguenurse) have been really inspiring me to write more and kinda... open up more? feel more comfortable with myself in my blog? bc I always had this idea of being kinda "anon" and be a little removed from my own posts and writing, but they've given me courage to be myself and have fun and do what I want and that includes selfshipping which I never really... did much? But it's so much fun! It's so fun to RP, to share silly little headcanons and ideas, to express your love and happiness for characters, and share that supporting others too and making them happy! Anyway wow I got sappy. Point is, I do hope to kind of... introduce myself/my OC and be a little more "me" about my bias if that makes sense? because that is what the ebg is all about (I think?) that funny and weird "hey this person who loves X character is now forced to get out of their comfort zone and simp for Z instead lmao"

pls I had forgotten how much fun RPing could be I feel like I haven't done so in yeeeears and I still think I'm rusty scvgasjbvcjhak but I used to love it and I do love to write

EBG has been so much fun! Even as a spectator, and I sure hope to participate someday but pls literally all of this was so sweet schajbckas I am not worthy of that much praise aaaaaaaaaaa

I AM VERY PROUD AND HAPPY WITH MY SHENANIGANS AT RIN'S TEAHOUSE HAHAHAHAHA and knowing I gave her some good laughs and she has also been enjoying it's all worth it

ty anon this has been an experience, but also to know people see me like this just... pls Imma cry, I'm thankful to be so loved <3

[eren-the-eldritch]

I have compiled a list of Arthur’s scar leaving injuries so people(me) don’t forget(still me) to draw them (i’ll update this when new significant injuries happen and at the end of this i’ll do a tl;dr of what Arthur’s current state might look like now, leaving out uncertainties and including things like starvation and shaving.

Part 1 “The Dark World”

There were no blood mentions regarding Parker’s body and I’m taking a shot in the dark and saying the method was strangulation (unless John just used some weird magic and not Arth’s body). When being strangled, most will panic and claw at the aggressors wrists- But then wouldn’t there be blood? Maybe enough time passed for it to dry and remain hidden under Arthur’s sleeves. I dunno I just like the idea of that moment leaving scars.

Part 3 “The Mansion”

There was a car crash (surprising it only happened on the duo’s 2nd drive..). Arth literally had to climb through a seat to get to the baby in the back however the baby remained unharmed so maybe he could’ve been unharmed as well? Buutttt he did black out for a split second and said he couldn’t think straight. I believe a small superficial head scar to be possible along with some tiny other facial scaring all, caused by the glass windshield shattering a bit due to the crash. After all, there was sound of stepping over glass when he walked away from the wreck..

Arth also fell through a wooden stairway but no attention was drawn to any possible injury on his body and I realllyy doubt that he wasn’t harmed in some way.. maybe thin scars were created by the wood scratching thin areas like the hands and ankles or areas that scar easily but you just happen to be able to ignore it in the moment, y’know?

Part 4 “The Voices”

Near the end of this episode, Arthur gets huge damage to the stomach causing it to bleed. Pretty sure it was inflicted by a kitchen knife or something larger. Art said something along the lines of his entire waistline feeling wet with blood and it was enough damage for John to say the words “if this is the end…” and some sappy shit. Definitely a deep cut.

(Wow… dying from a botched c-section… not unbelievable but very uncommon for a man who, unless I skipped an episode, was not pregnant…)

Part 9 “The Boat”

Everyyyyone knows about the 3 shots Arthur took to the chest but i’ll mark it anyway. The first two shots seemed to only be like “OW” but he could probably keep going. By that excellent deduction I conclude they didn’t hit the heart. The third one probably did tho, sounded like he was seeing the light- or well, the dark at that point.

Part 12 “The End”

These little tadpole guy things tries to slither into arthur’s arm, arthur has to press lighter against skin to stop the thing from getting further in, bleeding a bit, possible scar + burn scar.

Part 13 “The Dreamlands”

Now it’s time to bring up the wooden pinkie. The duo bit it off to give the trees a friend, cauterized the wound, and a wooden pinkie grew out. There could be burn scarring where the wooden replacement pinkies grew out.

Part 15 “The Storm”

The injury caused here is kinda the entire reason I decided to go back through all the episodes and check because I forgot about this one entirely. Here the duo just barely escape a dark storm by hiding behind a large boat bitten by rust. The wind tore off some skin on the right side of Arthy’s face and it was apparently difficult to see out of their right eye until they cleaned it.

Part 17 “The Fall”

The monster thing threw a rock at Art from ceiling which resulted in a deep cut in his bicep. His shoulder dislocated on the same arm and from the fact that Arthur (who only has control of the right hand) had to set it back I think the damage was on the left arm.

Part 20 “The King” + “Coda”

Arthur got cut by one of the King’s dancer’s cut Arthur although it isn’t clear where it sounded like it drew blood (aka it scarred). Arthur also stabbed himself in the throat, just missing his jugular. That definitely left a kayne-knife-shaped scar.

Part 23 “The Past”

A piece of Arthur’s right ear was torn off, ouch.

(gonna include this here because I don’t want to go back and check which episode this happened in but Arthur did shave at like the beginning of the season after he got to the weird bar. I remember because he kept going on about deserving a wash and a shave and yellow was so pissy about it)

Part 27 “The Roots”

And now everyone’s favorite episode! We know Arth isn’t gonna die so i’m considering what the marks left by this near death experience may be. Arthur gets pierced by some tendril thing through the stomach so depending on what means through which it heals, there’s gonna be a huge scar there (i can’t imagine it just stays an open hole.. or it could, who knows!) Also, based on how the creature thing cut it out, there should be a gash in Arth’s head from where john cut the monster thingy’s tendril out.

tl;dr

Arthur is (circa part 26 not 27) a very thin, clean-shaven man showing signs of starvation covered in scars with the most significant being the superficial scarring on the right side of his face, a deep scar across his stomach covering the entirety of his waistline, 3 small wounds to the chest caused by bullets, a wooden pinkie on his left hand, a deep scar over his throat, a deep cut in his left bicep, a piece of his right ear bitten off, a burn scar on his arm where he had to burn a tadpole out of it.

[awesomeduskangel]

Really emotionally corny story from the end of Victory Road

This post is dedicated to my team: Ghiradelli (M) (Skellidirge), Pillsbury (M) (Daschbun), Mayhem (F) (Mabosstiff), Pesto (M) (Arboliva), Santana (M) (Toxtricity), and Sursyot (F) (Farigarif).

Before I begin, I’m going to go ahead and say it: I loved the Victory Road path on Violet.

Now for the emotional / sappy story.

Before the Elite 4, I decided to record a short snippet of my “end of Victory Road” thoughts. Corny as it sounds, I noticed that one of the stars was shining brighter than the others in-game. So I said in my brief commentary, "That star is kind of like us, about to shine brightly."

So, of course, everyone got to participate in the Elite 4 battles -- Rika and Poppy were actually kinda difficult, and I got my butt handed to me by Hassell the first time -- but won the second time. And of course I'm freaking out because all these Elite 4 members are INCREDIBLE (especially in terms of character!!). Now we move on to Chairwoman Geeta. At first, Ghiradelli (Skellidirge) is sweeping the first however many members of the team. And then I decided, "No. I'm not going to heal," and, long story short, Ghiradelli got knocked out by her terrastalized Glimmora. This thing is beating me into the dirt (haha pun) and I have left Mayhem (Mabosstiff) and Pillsbury (Daschbun). Now, I want y'all to keep in mind that, throughout the adventure, Mayhem lagged a lil bit behind the rest of the team up until Ryme's Gym, but even then, she wasn't always like...the strongest. So Mayhem's in the yellow HP and my heart's literally pounding and I said, and I kid you not I said, "I believe in you."

And Mayhem fricking obliterated Glimmora with Reversal.

And then I cried.

I haven’t felt this many emotions in a Champion match as I have in years. I’m about to turn this whole thing into a sappy comic because holy wow. I’m having feelings.

I know I still have to fight the last Star boss and head to Area Zero, so I’m not done yet, but...expect a sappy party drawing later. ♥

[northwest-cryptid]

Here's the thing you gotta remember.

Most people looking at this poll are going to think about drawing in the sense of like "making GOOD art" not just, drawing.

Likewise I honestly believe less people have seen genuinely GOOD writing. I mean no slight to fanfics and such, but what I mean is that it's easier to compare good art with high quality productions by just... you know, looking at it. Like you have eyes, you can see it and go "ah yea it's got good shading, it looks nice, the colors are neat." Whatever.

I'm not trying to diminish the amount of work that goes into good art, I'm saying that drawn art or I guess visual art is an easier thing to see the quality in.

You can look at something drawn and immediately discern for yourself if it's "good" or not, and the poll doesn't ask anything of the sort.

It's asking you which is harder, writing or drawing; I'd argue the OBJECTIVELY correct answer here is "both are equally as easy/hard" and my core reasoning behind this is, there's no specifications for what we're drawing or writing.

Sure it says we're writing fanfics or drawing fan art, but here's the thing; it doesn't say squat about it being "good" or seen as "good" and that is specifically what I'm paying attention to here.

We likely judge ourselves more harshly when it comes to visual art because it's easier to simply observe it casually and understand a lot of it; not all of it. I know I'm going to get a lot of people who say "no art takes so much understanding to really see the value in it"

Yes I get that, but no it's not that deep.

If I show you this:

You could argue the "it's good" "it's bad" debate all day over what honestly, amounts to basically nonsense but at it's core; we can all look at this and go "yeah that's a pretty shit christmas tree"

however the thing about writing is that you actually have to put effort into reading the damn thing to understand if what's being written is good. If you want an example of bad writing, well; let's just say you're looking at it. (Hell yea dude self deprecating humor, my specialty :D)

But the thing is, the only reason we know that the tree kinda looks like shit, and the only reason we know when writing is good or not; is when we have a comparison. We have seen good art, we've likely seen good art of trees; objectively good art. Meaning art that as a societal whole we'd probably agree is just pretty solid, from lighting, to proportions, to color, to whatever; there's nuance in it sure. But being able to understand it on the level to make it, and to understand that something looks good are two very different things.

You can look at something beautiful and go "wow that's amazing art" and then realize you can't replicate it and go "wow drawing is hard" but you know the truth? If you fucking draw a stick figure you're "drawing" so there's that.

Just like how if you write ANYTHING you're "writing" the hardest part for both comes from the creative point of starting with nothing and creating something. Having that initial spark of an idea that gives you something to create. The actual act of drawing or writing is in and of itself not difficult; the act of getting "objectively good" at it however is something else.

I feel like fewer people are going to try writing and stick with it unless they're already someone who enjoys reading at which point a lot of the things that they need to know to make good writing likely come more naturally to them. I'm sure most people have at least picked up a pencil and doodled something at some point, looked at it; and thought "well I'm bad at art so I'm going to give up" and then thought that art was harder as a result.

Truth is, both of these things require a high level of skill and understanding to get objectively good at them, and at the end of the day the old "beauty is in the eye of the beholder" thing is always going to be a contributing factor. Some people love pixel art, other people think it's lazy. Some people love sappy romance fanfics and other people read exclusively the smut parts and go "yea this is good" and everyone at the end of the day is left feeling like the art they enjoy, be it written or visual; is enjoyable and likely in some way good; otherwise they wouldn't enjoy it.

Bit of a tangent but I always get mad when people say "actually I like this thing ironically, because it's bad." Okay, so you admit that you like it; at some point liking something ironically because it's bad is just liking the thing; being "bad" whether objectively so or not; is just a trait of the thing, and if you enjoy it for that trait you still ENJOY IT.

At the end of the day, you have to understand that this poll asks "if you haven't done one or the other, which is theoretically more difficult" of course drawing is the popular vote, because people aren't thinking about drawing poorly as being real art.

If we judged writing the same way we judged art, it would look very different in my opinion. However I feel strongly that the sort of people who get into writing are people who either have enough confidence in their writing that they don't know it's lacking and flawed, or simply have been around it so long they've got a knack for it. Just like how people are with drawing; they're just two different skills.

If you draw a stick figure and label it "goku" congrats you've made dragon ball fan art, give it some spiked hair or something I don't care, that's still DRAWING.

You could also write "goku goes to the store to buy milk" and ta da, you did it; that's technically creative writing.

Neither of those things are particularly difficult to do on their own. They're difficult to get objectively good at, but more people are going to be familiar with how good visual drawing art looks; than with how good written art reads. Thus people find drawing to be the harder of the two.

(i have a feeling this poll will get way more views than some of my other ones so I am once again asking you to fill out https://forms.gle/66bRngwjD2fzWX7p6 if you know anything about the character)

[electrivolt]

@rockheadcd asked : "Looooove—come down and help me with the noodles?" Roark calls from the bottom floor of the Sunyshore abode—Volkner's house, still, even if they don't often come here nearly as much as they used to. Well, makes sense, really. Volkner didn't have a lot of good memories in this city to begin with, but this place was at least a product of his hard work revolutionizing how the city ran. Roark still thinks that's pretty neat.

It was either here or Jubilife City, in terms of options for the new year approaching, especially as a fan of fireworks. Though, thinking about it, Roark never considered how the eastern half of Sinnoh celebrated with Jubilife next door all of his life. So, that, briefly, is how they ended up here to spend a few days before returning to their usual schedules proper. Of course, they had to make sure they got their good fortune ready beforehand.

"These just need to be boiled quickly, then strained. Super easy," he instructs, happy to give a one-armed hug the moment Volker is in grabbing range, even stealing a pecking from his cheek. Adoration is so easily given in the comfort of their homes, even when there's a few 'mons constantly sitting at their feet begging for some of the tempura that Roark has been in the middle of preparing on the side to go with their noodles. "Should we have our food here then go down to the beach for fireworks, or should we just make some bento to-go? I'm down for both, really. I just want a good view."

He doesn't really hesitate— the moment Volkner hears his love calling him over, request for help or not, he's moving already, almost jumping down the stairs step by step and maybe just a little more reckless than he should be. Hey, he can't leave his man waiting, now, can he? ( his constant rush will bite him in the ass one day, but today is not that day. )

That special kind of buzz in the air that came with special dates is... still something taking it's time to get used to, now that everything matters a little more than it used to— but it's hard not to welcome it when Roark is here. Everything just has a little more color ever since this idiot and his stupidly bright smile entered his life and refused to leave, and to be reminded that today marks another year of having been allowed this kind of blessing in his life... there's more than a few reasons to celebrate, to welcome a new year.

( maybe roark has also made him a little sappy, huh— )

"Wow, I can't believe you're trusting me with this—" just kidding, gladly returning the peck with one of his own, planted right on his love's lips instead. Commit to it, Roark, you can't half ass affection, busy mid cooking or not— regardless, Volkner does offer his help, quietly taking over the noodles' side with that stupid grin of his still plastered on his face. Just wait until these are done Roark, you're not safe after that.

"Mh..." He does take a moment to think about it— those quiet moments spent together at home are always welcome and appreciated, but... "I wouldn't mind going outside, eating while watching the fireworks. We haven't really had a picnic kinda moment like that in a while, have we?" Stargazing is frequent enough, but there aren't usually many reasons to see fireworks go off outside. Might as well take the opportunity, right? "If you're fine with that." A nice, clear sky, food so lovingly made by his love, curled up together as they watch and welcome the new year their own way... yeah, that does sound great.

[refractiveame]

There was a secret Santa event at my workplace this year, and ik it's kinda hard to get someone impactful gifts in these sorta things cause we're all coworkers, not close friends, but i honestly was close to tears over what my secret santa got me (and the intentions of the gift). I was given a parcel of 6 oval Amethysts (cause that's my name!) By the best jeweler in the shop, and maybe that's just a cute name relation thing but here's the kicker. When he had me open it he told me it was for me to turn into a project (personal creation that pushes yourself and your skills)

To

Show

Him...

Like, not to get all sappy over my mentor basically saying I'm doing good and that he wants to see me make something cool and push myself doing so but holy shit. Makes me happier than just about anything tbh, makes me feel like I'm doing something right here and pursuing jewelry. This guy who's been all over the world, seen jewelry done in more ways than i could think of, and has never fell short of doing something impressive everyday he sits down at the bench thinks that i am actually going somewhere with this, and actively wants to see me go wherever that is. He's shown that in other ways of course given how we talk about our jobs together, and how he's improved my skills so much since he started working here, and how he's got my back, believing in me and my abilities. But it's just crazy to kinda see that all said in just a little gift of some purple rocks.

I really hope i can impress him with what i end up making with those purple rocks. It's a little nerve wracking tbh cause i know i need to go several layers beyond my normal creativity to really get a wow from him but I'm also just extremely excited to have a project with a mission for someone who looks at my work like i do. The craftsmanship of my work will mean far more to me than whatever i make will ever be valued at, and he's been supportive of that drive since he got here.

Almost baffling looking back a year and a half ago when i was taking a data analytics certification course cause i wanted to leave this career for more money. If i leave jewelery now it'd have to be because i lost my hands, idk what else could possibly stop me now. Thank you coworker i wont name on the Internet