#Which is also my birthday woot!

[weirdmorefics]

Hello, hope your doing well. Could you do a Anthony Bridgerton x wife!reader and she gets overwhelmed at a ball which makes her she zones in/out and Anthony plus the family are really worried because they’ve never seen her like this before? Have a good day/night 💙

A/N- I am doing okay just turned 21 woot. (even tho I hate birthdays because they equal change.)

Pronouns- She/Her

Warnings- Anxiety, Shutdowns, Dissociation,

Word Count- 825

Summary- Basically what the ask says

Life Preserver

This ball was particularly loud and crowded, I don't think I had ever seen so many people in my life before let alone all in the same room. Every noise felt weighted I could hear the clink of every dish, the misstep of every dance, the clink of every heeled shoe. I wonder if this is a normal event for Anthony. I grew up in a small village and only came to London for my introduction to society. I can't say I am used to events like this but it certainly did not seem so crowded at my coming out.

Anthony had been coming and going conversing with others. I felt much like the odd one out. Yes, I wore the clothes and I am married to a wonderful man but I still feel like that country girl who shouldn't be here, especially with this huge crowd. I fiddled with the seams of my gown and searched the crowd for any of the Bridgertons but they all seemed involved in one activity or another. I lingered by the table of pastries and cakes as if I could blend into the wall behind them like a chameleon.

Others tried to introduce themselves to me because I was now a Bridgerton. I had never had a status like this before I was a nobody in my town. Yes, I love Anthony but I do not love the popularity that comes with being his wife. I would respond with a smile that did not meet my eyes and a handshake. It felt like Anthony had left me for hours but I think reality it was only a few minutes.

Anthony arrived back with his mother and sister Daphne. I felt relieved to see their familiar faces but I still felt like was not in my own body.

Anthony looked concerned at my vacant eyes and put a hand to my shoulder, "Are you okay darling?"

I smile and tilt my head to try to act oblivious like I am strong like I should be, "I am fine."

My husband clearly sees through my ruse because concern seems to grow even more and his sister furrowed her eyebrows.

"You don't seem like yourself Y/n," Daphne says her tone full of worry.

I blink my eyes tight trying to come up with a convincing lie but nothing seems to come to mind. I feel so far away like my mind is off swimming in the Atlantic but my physical body is stuck here at a ball. A normal ball! Why can't I just be normal or at least act normal? If not for me at least for my darling Anthony.

Anthony taps my shoulder breaking me from my intense thought spiral. I finally make eye contact with Anthony, and his eyes look full of worry, making me feel even worse for interrupting the festivities.

He wraps his arm around my waist, "I think she needs some air. If you will excuse us." He does not wait for any response and guides me to the garden.

Once the cold night air hits my face, I feel like I can finally breathe even though I wasn't holding my breath to begin with.

"Darling, what is the matter? Are you ill?" Anthony grabs my face and presses his lips to my forehead, "no fever."

I suck my bottom lip trying to prevent the tears that I know are coming soon.

" I am fine Anthony. I am so sorry for worrying you so much," I try to wave him off.

"There is no way you could convince me you are well Y/n. I have never seen your eyes so vacant before," before I can look sad about that comment he quickly grabs my hands and holds them tightly. "You are always so full of life your eyes are like looking into the sun, they are my favorite thing about you! We will not be leaving this garden until you tell me what is wrong."

I sigh, I can't avoid not telling him my feelings because he truly will stay here all night his stubbornness is admirable but also utterly a nuisance. "I am just not used to events like this… I don't think I have ever seen so many people in one room. I-I really did not want to disappoint you. I truly tried my best but I felt like I was drowning."

Anthony brushes my cheek with his hand, "Darling I wish you would have told me. You could never disappoint me you are always my life preserver from my disobeying siblings to calming me from my anger. Let me be your life preserver to your drowning seas."

The tears that I have been holding in finally come out as I take a deep breath, " I will let you be my life preserver if I will always still be yours."

"Always," he smiles and places a chaste kiss on my lips.

[zandeliongames]

Mini Update

Hey! It's been awhile. When I made that post last week I completely forgot that Halloween was coming up, so I just took the rest of the week off. Also today is my birthday, woot!

So, the past couple of months I've reached the more the intense classes of my course and I've been able to work with it so far, but recently it's getting to the point I'm going to have to rework my posting schedule so I don't get completely burned out. I've never had to look a screen this much in my life and with fall settling in I'm getting my seasonal itch to get into my cold weather activities, which usually entails books, binging dramas, and breaking out my record collection. So, my next course of action is figuring out an upload schedule that works.

I like being consistent on here, and I'm not a big social media person in general. Hopefully I'll actually figure out a way to condense my storytelling so I don't have to edit as much and maybe just write little blurbs to fill things in. I also want to do other posts like lookbooks and instas that don't take as much work. We'll see. Do you all have any suggestions or things you'd like to see? Hope your day is going well, and happy simming!

[ellethespaceunicorn]

Love, Napoleon!: Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Please Mr. Postman

Rating: Mature, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Napoleon Solo x Black!OFC

Fandom: The Man from U.N.C.L.E.

Word Count: 2.3K

Series Summary: Love letters can only do so much, sometimes you need a grand romantic gesture. This is the love story of Napoleon “Leon” Solo and Roberta “Bobbie” Collins.

Chapter Summary: Bobbie waits impatiently for word from Leon. 

Warnings: female masturbation, mutual yearning

A/N: New Story Art! Woot woot! So, in my story, Leon is an Aries. I just found out that in the Fandom Wiki, and listed in the film’s ending credits, his birthday is March 9th which makes him a Pisces. Since this is MY story, I’m ignoring the facts. He’s a damn Aries. Don’t @ me. Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best. 

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Bobbie woke up the next day to an empty bed and an aching core. A smile graced her face when she noticed the note on her nightstand. It never left as she read it over and over, memorizing Leon’s handwriting style.

She had to admit, he had a way with words. From his praise of her passionate vocals to how he said he missed her already. If she was honest with herself, she missed him too. 

And yes, this was quite sudden and he was ten years her senior. But the way he looked at her? The way he held her. The way he made her feel, on and off her feet? It just had to be real.

Of course, he was pretty slick. He could’ve just as easily been trying to chase a skirt. She did agree to give him a little something the same day she met him. What does that say about her? She decided to push that down and see it as it was.

Two dynamic personalities enjoying each other. And enjoy each other, they did.

Bobbie quite enjoyed how she seemed to have Leon wrapped around her little finger. He loved kissing her so much, he told her he was addicted to it. Who says things like that? Well, Napoleon Solo does apparently.

She spends most of the day lounging around her apartment with Leon’s note close by. If she tried hard enough, she could close her eyes and envision his beautiful aquamarine orbs looking back at her. She could feel his lips on hers and his hands exploring her body. 

Soon enough, it became too much and she had to retire to her bedroom. She explored herself the way Leon had. Although it had its intended effect, it just didn’t seem to be enough. When his name escaped her mouth, he wasn’t there to smile down at her and soothe her. 

With a hand still in her panties, she turned her head and chased the remnants of Leon’s scent that lingered on her pillow. That spurred on two more heights of pleasure. When she finally felt satiated, she drew herself a bath and relaxed with a glass of wine and a good book. 

“There’s something different about you, Cowboy,” Ilya says over his cup of coffee, “You didn’t flirt with our waitress. You going blind or something?”

Napoleon starts to reply but Gaby beats him to it. “It’s obvious, Ilya. He met someone in the States. I’m sure of it.” Gaby raises her eyebrows at him, daring him to deny it.

Napoleon rolls his eyes and gestures for Gaby to continue.

“While it is true, you haven’t been as flirtatious with any woman that has been in your path, that’s not the only sign. You not only haven’t had any guests in your hotel room, but you have this longing look in your eye that can only mean one thing,” Gaby takes a sip of her water, “And I also saw you buying that stuffed dog which couldn’t be for you. That trinket box from the embassy will surely look good on her vanity, as well.” She pats Napoleon on the shoulder.

“If you met someone, odds are she is civilian,” Ilya supposed, lightly tapping his thigh underneath the table, “What does she know, Cowboy?”

“She knows your first names. She understands she can’t know where I go for work, what I do for work, or who I even work for. She is also aware that you two are an item, even though neither of you has confirmed it yet,” Napoleon smiles as he looks from a flushed Gaby to a frazzled Ilya, and his suspicions are confirmed, “So, instead of worrying about what a civilian may or may not know? Maybe you should focus on your relationship, eh comrade?”

“How long have you known about us?” Gaby asks, leaning over to peer into her water glass.

“Since we became U.N.C.L.E., I just as easily assumed you two got married while we were Stateside a year ago. Your ring was picked out because it looks like costume jewelry. But a seasoned thief, me, could tell in an instant it was the real thing. And the fact that Ilya now wears a ring didn’t go unnoticed either. You two really thought it would slide right by me?” He shakes his head and purses his lips before speaking again, “We may still reserve three rooms where we stay but only two rooms ever get used. Doesn’t take a genius to put it together.”

“Point taken,” Ilya nods at Napoleon and looks off into the distance, “When we’re done here, we meet this woman.”

“Nice try. Give it a little time before you interrogate her, Ilya,” Napoleon using his given name makes Ilya turn to him and throw his hands up in defeat, “Great. Well, I need to head to the Post Office, if you’ll excuse me.” Napoleon stands, buttoning his blazer before heading toward the town square.

On his way to the Post Office, Napoleon stops at the hotel to grab the gifts for Bobbie and the letter he had written. He smiles as he hands over the package with her address on it to the clerk. The blonde taking the package tries her best to flirt with Napoleon and he feigns ignorance. It’s not that he doesn’t find her attractive, he just only has eyes for one girl.

“It shall arrive by the end of the week, Sir.” The fair-haired woman smiled as she leaned over the counter to accentuate her ample bosom.

Now, had this been about a week ago, Napoleon would have responded to all of this flirting with his own. He would have accompanied her back to her home and used all of his charms to knock her socks off. And plenty more.

But this wasn’t a week ago. This was now. And his flirting was spoken for.

“Thank you, Miss. Have a great day.” He walks off just as it seems the clerk wants to say something more. He may be a strong man, but he’s no god.

Four days. Four whole days of waiting for something, anything from Leon, and nothing. Bobbie has been checking her mailbox multiple times per day this week. She’s been biding her time at work, barely listening to her Boss’ demanding tone while he asked her to do various things around the office. At least he isn’t flirting with her today, that was a welcome surprise.

She would much rather be flirting with Leon.

Leon.

What if something happened to him on his mission? What if that’s why she hasn’t gotten anything? What if–?

She takes a deep breath and calms herself. Getting all worked up was not going to make the day go faster and it surely was not going to help keep her wits. Instead, she decided to get busy with extra work. 

Technically, it wasn’t extra work. It was things she hadn’t finished so far this week. If she kept her head down and made sure to come around with a fresh coffee pot around break time, she could get all of these done before 5 pm. Thankfully, her Boss didn’t have any meetings for the rest of the day so she wouldn’t be needed for some time. 

Soon enough, at 3:30 pm, she came around to fill coffee cups around the executive office. Only receiving a nod as thanks, she smiled in return and got back to her desk. The rest of the day was quiet and she was able to finish everything before the end of the day.

Boarding the bus back to her apartment, she chose a window seat and watched as all the business people moved throughout town. Families and couples strolling along made her miss Leon even more. She would love to be able to take walks with Leon around town, window shopping while enjoying an ice cream cone.

Bobbie didn’t want much, but one of her biggest fears about moving to a new town was being lonely. And Leon just stumbled into her life, or rather, she stumbled into Leon. She wouldn’t lie, she did like his outward appearance, of course. But it was his personality that got her. 

She loved the way he made her feel like the only other person in the world, giving her his undivided attention. He also had a way with words and a way with his hands and tongue. She felt heat rush to her cheeks at the thought and was happy to be almost home.

As she saw her apartment come into view, she signaled the bus driver to stop and exited right in front. She checked her mailbox and there was something inside. A small note card from the postman that stated a package was delivered upstairs to her front door. She relocked the small mail locker and tried to be as cool as possible but gave up and ran up the steps to her door.

She picks up the parcel and unlocks her door. She closes it behind herself before she kicks off her shoes and sits on the floor of the living room to dig into the box. She grabs a pair of scissors and cuts the thin twine that holds it together. 

Unwrapping the brown paper, she is greeted with the most adorable brown stuffed dachshund.

She immediately picks it up and cradles it. The dog is so soft to the touch and it smells like Leon. He must have sprayed some of his cologne on it. Clever man! 

Shuffling through the box’s packing material, she also finds a small silver trinket box.

So shiny and intricately designed with a simple red velvet lining inside. She took the box into her bedroom and decided to put it on her dresser to hold her rings and smaller pieces of jewelry. 

Coming back into the living room, Bobbie picked up the stuffed dog again and cuddled it while digging through the box. Picking through the rest of the box, she found at the bottom what she had been looking for. 

Lifting the envelope from the box, she puts the stuffed dog down in her lap. Her name was written in Leon’s handwriting in red ink on the front of the envelope. Turning it around, she found a wax stamp holding a sprig of dried lavender that sealed it close. Opening the envelope, she unfolds and begins to read the letter.

My sweet Bobbie,

Not a day has gone by without my thoughts straying to you.

The sun here just isn’t as bright without you. Just imagining it on your skin is mouthwatering.

I can still taste you on my lips, and it’s the only thing keeping me going.

If you’ve somehow forgotten, let me remind you. 

I am addicted to your kiss. And yes, I am claiming it for myself.

I hope you like what I’ve included in this little care package.

The trinket box was not easy to come by, but you deserve only the best.

But by far, I think your favorite will be the stuffed dachshund.

Let him keep you company while I’m away, and do give him a sniff.

Smell that? That’s me. I do hope you enjoy Aqua Velva.

Won’t be much longer now til I have you back in my arms, and maybe more if I’m lucky.

I am enamored with you, and that doesn’t happen to me. Ever.

If I timed this correctly, you should receive it shortly before I come back.

See you soon, Sweetness.

Love,

N.S.

Napoleon held his suitcase in one hand and a bouquet in the other. Staring up at his apartment building from the street below, he steadied his nerves before walking through the front door. Climbing the stairs, he stops at his apartment first and drops off his overcoat and luggage. Locking the door behind him, he leaves to head upstairs.

Knocking on the door to her apartment, his knuckles turn white around the bouquet and he searches his brain for something to say. As the door opens, their eyes meet and no words are exchanged. Bobbie grabs him by his tie and drags him into the room, closing the door behind him. 

Napoleon gives Bobbie the bouquet, which she takes and inhales the scent of the fresh flowers. As he looks around, he notices the package he sent. The letter and stuffed dog were next to each other on the floor. He smiles at the stuffing of the box strewn about, obviously opened in haste. 

Bobbie walks up to him after putting the flowers in a vase quickly, tangling her fingers in his silky hair. “You’re here, Leon. I missed you.”

“I’m here, Bobbie. I missed you too,” Napoleon brings his hands up to hold her hips, bringing her closer, “I’ll be here for a while, as well.”

“Well then, I have a few ideas of how you can spend your time, Mr. Solo.” The devious smile on her face warmed his blood.

Instead of asking how they should spend their time, Napoleon’s hands move down under Bobbie’s thighs and picks her up. She wraps her legs around his waist and captures his lips hungrily.

The kiss he missed so deeply was back in his clutches. The taste of her was like ambrosia, food of the gods. He could and planned to get lost in this kiss over and over. He takes a moment to lean back, licking his lips and cradling her face in his hand. “Shall we move this elsewhere?”

“Bedroom, Leon.” Bobbie pleads, tightening her legs around him before leaning back in to kiss him.

Devouring her moans, he moved slowly through the apartment in the direction of her bedroom. Finding the door open, he enters and closes the door behind them.

To Be Continued…

Chapter 3

A/N: I ended this on a cliffhanger because I kind of plan on the next chapter being solely smut. This chapter’s song was Please Mr. Postman by The Marvelettes. It captures the angst of waiting for word from your man. Bobbie is the only one who refers to Napoleon as Leon, so in this story, you will see a back-and-forth between the two.

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[kasienda]

Love Remains - Ch 9

Written for @thelibraryloser‘s birthday, which was way back in July! But I'm it's finished now and on Tumblr! Woot!

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9

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Chapter 9: Epilogue

One Hundred and Six Days Since Marinette Lost Her Memory

Adrien turns behind him, and Marinette immediately catches his eyes, smiling that small smile with her cheeks turning pink and her eyes sparkling with playfulness. 

He smiles back. 

He can’t believe that she’s there, that she loves him, that she fell in love with him twice. 

That she’s Marinette and has been sitting behind him since they met and he never realized. 

He doesn’t know how he can be so lucky. He’s always not sure he deserves it. 

He feels guilty about it sometimes.

“You’re being ridiculous,” Marinette tells him again and again.

And maybe she’s right, but he learned long ago that he couldn’t reason with his feelings. And so he continues to feel guilty. Because he is grateful that she lost her memory. And it’s not just because that seemed to be the catalyst that got them together. Marinette without her memory trusts him. He doesn’t really know what the difference was. He thinks she may have some idea; she’s alluded to things in her diary, but she’s never told him. 

But he doesn’t need to be grateful to her memory loss for getting them together because knowing what he does now, he’s convinced that given how they both felt, they would have eventually figured it out and come together. Eventually.

But no, the reason he’s grateful is that she seems happier and freer without them. She hadn’t ever wanted to be the Guardian, had never been given a choice for what was essentially a lifelong obligation. She was free of it now. And she still had the people most important to her. 

She has her family and her friends. Sure, there’s a lot she doesn’t directly remember, but she knows the gist of it now. 

She confessed to him that she loves hearing others reminisce about their memories of her. Like it was always a story she doesn’t know the ending of and she’s always on the edge of her seat. 

“It’s like getting to enjoy a favorite book for the first time all over again.” 

So he has taken to telling her stories of old akumas and patrols, of stupid little moments in class when she had stumbled through sentences talking to him. 

She’s still Ladybug and she enjoys that role and the freedom it provides in a way she never had before, and he’s in awe that he gets to share that with her. 

It just seems like everything is better for her now and better for him too. 

But it’s a price she never should have had to pay. 

“Life is just like that,” she tells him. “It doesn’t always make sense. There’s not a reason for the things we go through. You lost your mom. I lost my memories.” She shrugs, like it’s no big deal. 

He looks up to her. She is his model for accepting things that seem unfair. She seems to have a clearer idea of what’s important to her and what’s not than him for sure, but also compared to her former self.

He wonders sometimes how the old Marinette would feel about what her life has become. He hopes that she would be just as happy as he is. 

“She would be,” Marinette tells him. 

“How do you know?” 

“She’s me.” 

And he can’t argue with that. Especially when she’s smiling at him like that. 

So he doesn’t. He kisses her instead.

…

[theflagscene]

Happy birthday!!!!!! 🥳 the lamps that you described sounds cool! Take a picture one day and show us how’s it like ☺️ also, just wanting to say I really enjoy your live updates of The Sign (cause I usually see them a day after lol..I don’t mind spoilers)

Thank you!!! 🙏 Once I put up my lamps, which I plan on doing today, I will show them off, woot!

Also I’m glad that you enjoy my (obsessive) live updates for The Sign lol, it’s always fun when I’m not the only one enjoying something. I want to be able to add to the fandom space somehow even though I’m not currently creating anything original, but I can post updates and translations of the episodes previews.

[allylikethecat]

ally!! i humbly request OAF as tomorrow’s update but honestly i would grateful for anything that you published …. as i have said many times before tuesday is my favourite day of the week !!

I apologise for my absence in your asks recently, i have just been on holiday in Wales and life with a new puppy & an old dog who doesnt love her yet has been very hectic but I hope you’re doing well!!! i have some ATKH chapters to catch up on and the birthday fic (actually cannot wait for that one) and im very excited to get to it!!!

i saw you mention possible book recommendations and i could talk books for hours - i actually just visited the official town of books in Wales and omg i was living the dream (bookshops EVERYWHERE) !! i may have also brought 14 of them …. on that note lol i recently finished The Atlas Six and whilst its no literary masterpiece it was quite fun if you’re looking for a fantasy with characters you can’t decide if you like or hate.

hope you’re having a good week !

— 💌💌

Hello My Dearest 💌 Anon,

I apologize for being so slow with responding to asks this week! I have no good excuse and I am very sorry. I hope you enjoyed Tuesdays On a Friday update! I had a lot of fun working on it and am excited for the way the rest of the fic is going to unfold!

Never apologize for real life taking priority! I'm so happy to hear that things are going well! I hope you had a wonderful holiday and oh my gosh a new puppy is so exciting!! I hope that your older dog warms up to her as well! I hope you enjoy the ATKH and The Birthday Fic chapters! I can't believe we are nearing the end of both of those fics!

Oh my gosh that sounds AMAZING and fourteen sounds like a pretty good number of books to buy if you ask me! One can never have too many books as far as I'm concerned! OOOOO I have The Atlas Six on my TBR!! I actually physically have a copy of it back home (I'm visiting my parents for the next week and a half currently lol) and I think i'll have to move it up on my list and read it sooner! I love fun books - I absolutely devoured The Plated Prisoner Series by Raven Kennedy and the Legacy of Gods series by Rina Kent, I'm not looking for literally genius I'm looking for books that are fun 😂

My week has been going well, thank you for asking! No complaints here! I got to see my absolute favorite artist last night with my childhood best friend and I 100% cried at the show it was absolutely incredible! I think I'm going to be riding that high for a while now lol I hope you are doing well and having a fantastic week! Good news is it's Friday!! Which means we have made it to the weekend woot woot!

❤️Ally

[comicreliefmorlock]

I got tagged twice by @archaiclumina and @justlikethefish WOOT.

LAST SONG: "Red Flags" by Tom Cardy because it just cracks me up so much. I keep waking up with it stuck in my head. Also I keep thinking of the video as a light-hearted Anna & Seifer AU which just makes me laugh all the harder.

FAVORITE COLOR: Jewel tones and peacock colors! Phthalo green, cerulean blue, amythest and aubergine! Also frosty mint, pastel pink, and neon atrocities! I basically love all colors, even orange. I'm coming around to orange the older I get, mainly in combination with other shades.

LAST MOVIE: "Talk to Me" from A24 -- @tlbodine and I watched it on my birthday and decided there's a new rule for the horror survival lexicon: younger siblings are never ever able to attend parties with their older siblings.

SWEET/SPICY/SAVORY: Sweet, then savory. Never spicy. You do not understand how White™ I am when it comes to spicy. Too much black pepper will make me squeal and cry like a bitch.

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Married to @scarssdoesrp!

LAST THING I GOOGLED: "the difference between adsorption and absorption" -- I was reading "The Three-Body Problem" (amazing book btw) and was like 'that can't be a typo, I've never seen that before' and had to learn more.

CURRENT OBSESSION: Cataloging my books, FFXIV GPose improvements, reading my books, acquiring more books, and learning how to juggle.

TAGS: @tlbodine HAH I do this on my OOC blog, you get tagged, ma'am. Also I'm 99.9% sure everyone I would've tagged has been so @rylen-ooc maybe?

Nine people I'd like to get to know better

Tagged by @meghawhopp <33

Last song: Down by the River by Borislav Slavov from the Baldur’s Gate 3 Soundtrack (or more specifically the cover of Down by the River by Nerissa Ravencroft)

Favorite color: Blue and purple!

Last movie/TV show: Seinfeld, I’m currently on season four!

Sweet/spicy/savory?: I have a huge sweet tooth, so sweet things

Relationship status: Single

Last thing I googled: I searched up the show “Arthur” because I was trying to find that one meme where Buster was like “You really think someone would do that, just go on the internet and spread lies?”

Current obsession: Fragaria memories and tears of themis mostly^^

Tag Nine People: @kyaruun @xinieeee @deadmansbistro @florapot @hunita812 @scuffle-with-spirals @rexonalapis @maxellera @manicpixiedoomedgirl

[bookwyrminspiration]

and i amm doing! actually alright! which is a shocker considering how like. utterly bad the past week or so have been. lots and lots of stress about change and this weekend trip and also family/personal issues that were absolutely horrendous to go through, but coming up on it i'm quite a bit more relaxed haha. just... realized that a lot of the things that i was stressed about don't really matter that much, in the grand scheme of things! or at least they're less important than what's in front of me now. i also have been working on some hand crafting projects which is EXTREMELY fun--a couple crochet sweaters for my mom for the holiday season and another friend for Sometime, toying with halloween costume ideas, coming up with a possible dress or accent piece i could make for another friend for a birthday gift, and little jewelry things here and there--which probably helped a lot; being present is very swag and fun. and also (drumroll please) guess who finished the last book in a chorus of dragons

Your weekend trip is now over, but I hope you enjoyed yourself! Hopefully it was a pleasant break from that bad week.

I will try to channel your "it doesn't matter in the grand scheme of things" realization, which I consciously know but could really use some work putting into practice. Not to be too specific on the wide wide internet, but I have had several quite heavy internal conflicts raging for a while and sometimes it does, in fact, consume me whole! Aching hole in my chest and everything! But piece by piece we (I) shall work through it. Because life is too short and beautiful for me to be obsessing over things like that. I know this in my head but my feelings aren't being so cooperative about it. persisting though!

anyway!! crafting projects!! those all sounds absolutely delightful--it's not exactly the same, but I've been meaning to (and slowly) getting around to some similar projects! making patches and sewing them to various pants. I actually own more than one pair of pants for the first time in like three years!! I really put off getting more for some reason and just got through the winters with tights and pajama pants. and also have been meaning to make more bracelets, as I'm on a bit of a bracelet kick at the moment they look so cool

and!! a chorus of dragons woot woot! I'll say more answering your other asks but I'm just!! hooray!! love this series to death <3

[shogetsus]

Stripes of Auburn, Eye of Sapphire

Prologue Pt. V

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Summary:  “Aaaaanyway, we’re here, so you can put me down already,” She truly needs to place some distance between her and Masamune, and fast, or else she can’t think straight.

“Hmm, I think not. I’m pretty happy with you here,” He says in a low and very teasing voice, only for her to hear. Whatever complaint she could make of, Mai’s forced to put it off as a giggle bubbles up her throat, his breath tickling her ear.

He’s an ass and, for some reason, also believes himself to be funny. And hot like the pits of hell, for heaven’s sake! Can’t believe I like him already…

Mai

She squints her eyes as the first rays of the sun come by, groaning low at the feeling of her aching joints. Her companion—kind of captor, widely famous ancient Sengoku warlord, pristinely sculptured and more than the healthy amount of handsome guy—Masamune goddamn Date, seems just as relaxed and carefree as he’d been throughout the entire ride, gently squeezing Mai under her ribs after she shows some signs of awakening.

For all her wariness and natural fear towards horse-riding, he’d worked surprisingly well into getting her comfortable with it; a fact pretty much deserving of her praise. Masamune’s mare isn’t galloping at full speed as of then, bringing Mai to presume they must be close to… whenever they were going to in the first place.

As if by cue, he takes mind in letting her know. “Perfect timing, lass,” Masamune’s voice feels like a refreshing breeze of clear air, a stark contrast from her past agitated nightmare that was her last night.

The sight, however, is what truly takes her breath away—right under the dawning sun, it looks like a fortress, a castle and a city all in one.

“Let me introduce you Azuchi Castle, home of the Oda forces.”

Mai’s eyes roam all over the incredible sight displayed before her—for once, compelling enough to make her turn away from that deep ocean in Masamune’s eye. And wow, that’s the real Azuchi Castle, indeed! If she recalls it right, it’s been destroyed not much longer after Nobunaga’s death.

“Lovely, is it? A sight for sore eyes…” Masamune’s breath tickles the back of her neck and she has to do her very best not to squirm, but it prompts her awake all the same. “You’ll grow to like it as well, I’m sure.”

“Is that so?” Mai says with a weak voice, “How can you tell?”  

“You just strike me as one not up for sitting idle and watch the sunsets, and Azuchi has plenty of activities for you to join up, day and night.” His observation practically confirms her ponderings of him—apparently, Masamune is a remarkably perceptive guy as well.

As their wild ride turns to a slower pace, Mai stays put and takes her time looking at all the marvelous buildings coming to sight. Such a beautiful town castle, so full of life, only to be ransacked and destroyed due to the hatred of one single man—the thought of it kind of puts Mai at ease with some other lingering concerns regarding what she truly had done the last night.

Maybe saving Nobunaga, if accidentally, wasn’t so bad after all. If this city and its denizens get to survive for at least some more years, then it’s probably worth it… right?

She doesn’t get the chance to ponder some more about it as Hideyoshi—who’s apparently catch up some moments ago—comes up to ride beside Masamune’s horse, a frown on his face.

“Don’t show yourself to Lord Nobunaga with that expression. You look like a gaping frog.” He doesn’t even bother greeting the pair of them, returning to his usual scolding.

Man, is that everything that comes from his mouth or what?

Mai glares at him, imitating his frown. “And when, if you may remind me, did I agree to see him?” She wonders, growing annoyed in a split of a second.

For all intents and purposes, Masamune doesn’t seem taken aback in the slightest. “Hmm, so you’re a morning person. I’ll keep that in mind,” He appears to muse to himself, and she doesn’t quite understand from where that comes from, a brow quirking up in confusion. Although aside from he doesn’t seem to disapprove, his joking words spoken right to her ear remind her of how close they are, and how she’s still tucked tight against his chest, her face flushing more deeply.

“Aaaaanyway, we’re here, so you can put me down already,” She truly needs to place some distance between her and Masamune, and fast, or else she can’t think straight.

However, her protest appears to make the opposite effect on him, tucking her even closer. “Hmm, I think not. I’m pretty happy with you here,” He says in a low and very teasing voice, only for her to hear. Whatever complaint she could make of, Mai’s forced to put it off as a giggle bubbles up her throat, his breath tickling her ear.

He’s an ass and, for some reason, also believes himself to be funny. And hot like the pits of hell, for heaven’s sake! Can’t believe I like him already…

Hideyoshi hums in sheer disapproval, though. “Masamune,” He frowns even harder, “Lord Nobunaga has taken an interest in this woman. Keep your hands off her,”

If that was her only chance to be ‘saved’ from the Dragon’s claws, then that opportunity passes by with the next gust of wind, but Mai doesn’t get particularly upset about that, actually. So that’s how it is, huh? I’m a trophy woman now? Oh, that’s it! I don’t even care if he helped to unify the country or not,  I’m showing him who’s a trophy after I shove this sandal up his—

Her thoughts are interrupted by an amused rumble, coming from behind her. “And why does that matter? I like her too.” Masamune shrugs nonchalantly, sounding even proud of mentioning that, “Men don’t thrive in the shadows of other men, in battle or in love…”

Mai stammers, “Hey, you two, I’m right here—“ But whatever excuse she could think of, that’s also gone at the sight of Masamune’s sapphire eye, glinting with the delight of a predator hunting a prey. Yet it doesn’t come off as actually offensive, just respectfully curious; with a vibe of figuring out firsthand what she was just about to say in her defense, mixed up with a sort of genuine interest in her true nature, probably both.  

She can’t help but wonder what that prey must feel like, being scrutinized by such a wild force as the One-eyed Dragon. He certainly enjoys the thrill of the hunt, but what happens after he takes over his target? Does he like to toy with his prey or does he rather prefer to claim his reward straight away? Maybe it’s nothing like that, and he just finds amusement in watching people so willingly falling for the spell that is his incredibly alluring gaze, but that doesn’t stop Mai from derailing off; her thoughts wandering to some other… interesting situations.

Such amusing train of thought comes to an end as a large group of women make their way to them, all but delighted. “Hideyoshi! Welcome back!” Their excited calls bring her back to her surroundings, trying to call the attention of the men, waving their hands up incessantly.

They all line up at the gate to apparently welcome them back, cheering and making pretty eyes at the two warlords. “Oh, Masamune, you’re as dashing as ever!” One of the ladies throws what looks like her best charming smile, “Who’s your friend?”

For the matter, Masamune comes to genuinely surprise her, huffing low in disapproval. “How can you get this welcome every single time, Hideyoshi? Break a heart or two, will you?” His reaction comes to be a discovery for Mai, given the absolute flirt he’s first presented himself up to being, giving him a brief odd look.

“What do you take me for?” Hideyoshi scoffs before dismounting and approaching the crowd of women. “Please, ladies, I’ve told you there’s no need to come all this way to the gate for me. What about your work?” His tone gives way to real concern, though, something Mai hasn’t expected coming from the same man who’d spent every single moment barking at whatever came from her mouth.

Naturally, the women don’t seem to mind that and several come up with their own excuses. Mai can’t help but look at Hideyoshi, blinking repeatedly, astonishment clear in her face. “So, he’s just a big sweetheart and not an ultra-stiff paranoiac?” She doesn’t bother hiding her surprise at the new facts displayed before her eyes.

“Ah, that’s how he normally is.” Masamune shrugs, not giving it much importance, “I guess you’re just special.”

“Riiiight, so he’s nice to everyone but me,” Mai rolls her eyes, “Just so you know, that makes me feel the opposite of special.”

“If it helps, it goes both ways.” He remarks with a tilt of his head, “There aren’t many women who don’t fall for Hideyoshi at first sight.” His single eye appeases her, a glint of sheer curiosity in it. “That makes me wonder, who are you, really?”

Whoa, what a question. Mai doesn’t really know what to say to that—she’s just a normal person by her personal standards. Not safe to say the best friend or companion, given the Mai Mizusaki package comes with a non-refundable bundle of depression and a bonus of crippling and severe anxiety, but she tries a lot to make up for it either way, as any regular person would. Her inclination and interest in the arts don’t make her any sorts of special either, just as like her average beauty. Well, her D&D alignment is chaotic neutral, but how to start explaining such a thing to someone 500 years in the past, for starters?

However, in the end it’s not like she actually has to come up with an honest reply—Masamune’s wild eye roaming all over her figure as he leans closer and closer, turning her insides into jelly. Instinctively, her gaze travels down to glance at the curve of his tempting lips, making her unconsciously bite her own in her best attempt to refrain herself.

He truly is as wild as a dragon. And if I don’t do something about it, he’s definitely going to be the death of me. But oh well, I’d rather have it to be him than the insufferable Hideyoshi, to be honest…

As in cue, another voice rises up in the form of Mai’s salvation, recalling her attention. “Welcome back, Lord Hideyoshi, Lord Masamune!” The second warlord she’s met after Nobunaga beams brightly, joined by a petite young man, a tousle of fawn-colored hair on his head.

It’s Mitsunari Ishida! Ah, that kind one definitely has Mai’s approval. He must have been returned with Nobunaga, although the latter is—reasonably so—nowhere to be seen. And she has no idea who’s that new companion at Mitsunari’s side. I can bet my two legs he’s another warlord I should know about, though…

If reluctantly, their arrival turns Masamune’s unrelenting teasing to a pause, his smirk switching into a modest smile. “Why, even Ieyasu came to say hi. That’s rare.”

“… Ieyasu?” The name does ring a bell, Mai’s eyes blowing wide as realization slowly dawns on her. “Wait a minute. You mean Ieyasu Tokugawa!?”

Masamune tilts his head back, “You wound me, lass. You know his name and not mine?” One brow quirks up, looking curious and suspicious altogether, “But yeah, he’s right there, actually. That sourpuss next to Mitsunari,” He points at the fawn-haired man with his chin, “You probably should take this chance to say hi.”

After apparently making up his mind—if that lingering of his eye is anything to go by—Masamune then helps her off his horse after dismounting himself first. As very shamelessly as he seems to be and without formerly giving a hint of announcement, he takes Mai’s hand in his, leading her through Hideyoshi’s throng of admirers. They come to a stop at an imposing gate, before Mitsunari and the man who’s supposed to be Ieyasu Tokugawa.

Mitsunari beams one of his angelic, bright smiles. “I’ve been expecting your arrival, Lady Mai.” His smile is like an ice cream on a very hot day, genuinely helping with Mai’s sudden tension.

That is until she recalls the reason why she’s there, standing among historical figures of Japan of the past, in a castle city lost in time. She stammers for a moment. “I’m… I’m sorry, Mitsunari,” She’s not sure why she’s apologizing in the first place but he’s, in fact, the only one she feels she kind of owes some politeness. “But the truth is, I don’t really have anything more to say to Nobunaga.”

Mitsunari’s companion doesn’t seem surprised in the slightest. “She looks pitiful.” It’s the only thing he says, speaking right over her, delivering his harsh assessment with a disapproving frown. “You’re Mai, then.”

“Yes, I am. And, wow, so you’re really Ieyasu Tokugawa…” She can’t help but stare at him wide-eyed, genuinely baffled to be in the presence of the very unifier of Japan, of all people in the world. Should she bow and show more respect? Is she worthy of breathing the same air as him? Oh, wow, what one actually does in a situation like this?

He doesn’t seem to take that up pretty well, though, taking a defensive stance and crossing his arms. “What if I am?”

“What if you are… what?” She’s taken aback at Ieyasu’s ice cold eyes fixed on her. Is it really the founder of the Tokugawa shogunate such a little snot? He’s pretty though, with a dollish face like Mitsunari next to him, but that makes his peevish attitude even worse, somehow.

“Ieyasu,” Hideyoshi tsks as he joins the group with a wry smile, almost using the same scolding tone he did so with Masamune but appearing to refrain himself at the last moment, “That’s really no way to greet someone. Can’t you give them a smile at least?”

Masamune snickers beside her, his hand warm and somewhat reassuring as he keeps holding her. “Mmh, but can he? I’m not sure I’ve ever seen him do it.” He tilts his head as if pretending to ponder about it, “What does your smile look like?”

“Why is that important?” Ieyasu frowns even harder, turning a skeptical look over his associates—if they can be called like that.

“Don’t be so unsociable.” Hideyoshi insists, shaking his head in disapproval. “You need to let loose, learn to smile and laugh,”

Masamune seems to be up for assisting—or actually, if his playful smirk is anything to go by, stirring some more trouble instead. “I’ll help with that! ‘Yoshi, you take his left!”

Scrunching his face up, Ieyasu is quick to scramble out from under Hideyoshi and Masamune’s tickling grasps. “S-stop it! You’re both annoying me!”

They all seem very friendly with each other, pretty much like a bunch of big brothers, prompting Mai to let down her guard some more. She can’t help to watch them in astonishment, however, mouth hanging low and a tang of unexpected disappointment coming up at the absence of Masamune’s hand.

That is, until Mitsunari turns to her, speaking in a low voice. “Like Lord Masamune, Lord Ieyasu is also allied with Lord Nobunaga,” He explains with his usual and recurrent politeness, “He came at once after hearing news of the assassination attempt.”

Mai hums in thought. So that’s why the all the famous warlords are all here, then, and not scrambled over the country as I’ve thought. But is Nobunaga truly held in so high regards for all of them to come so quickly?

Mitsunari recalls the attention of the group. “Hey, everyone! Shall we save the happy reunion until after our new arrivals get some rest?” Among the men, Ieyasu doesn’t seem remotely happy but either come up with a witty remark. “Lady Mai, the room you’ll be staying in is already prepared. You should get some rest as well,”

Blatantly ignoring her early refusal, Mitsunari and the rest of the warlords—not counting Ieyasu, who practically ignores them all and strides ahead—usher her into the keep of Azuchi Castle.

Oh boy, why do I feel like I’m walking straight into the lion’s den?

[saetoru]

tee!! first of all, happy birthday!! another lap around the sun; i hope life treats you sweetly this year <3 i heard you're in need for jjk fics (in which case, you're in luck that i am completely obsessed) so as my little gift to you:

dilly's ultimate jjk pack: (all on ao3!!)

(and your love is) standing next to me by shindouryusei || (toji x reader)

by far, my favorite jjk fic in the universe. truly. angst is packed, fluff is fulfilling. an adventure, really.

old bodies, new memories by posthumoushumour || (post shibuya arc nanami x reader)

includes manga spoilers!!! so be wary. despite that, smut. lots of it. also, a world where nanami pushes to be better and stronger, regardless of the mental setbacks. (so sweet)

they were just friends. (they were not just friends.) by wanderwithme (wanderlustt) || (toji x reader)

so. toji becomes your roommate. i wonder how that'll go?

4th avenue viewing by softstellars || (nanami x reader) truly... a classic. a must-know! a must-read!

detective nanami!! cam girl reader,, errrm. the rest you must read to know about, trust me on this. :-)

everytime we touch by frozenblackrose || (choso x reader)

super rare finding choso fics imo... but this was a read. lots... and lots... of touch starvation (with masseur choso), do what you will with that information!!

i hope you enjoy these reads if you haven't read them already!! here's to another year of lovely things to come,, woot woot! happy tee day!

IM CURRENTLY READINF THE FIRST TOJI ONE AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH SO FAR U ARE A BLESSING THANK YOU SO MUCH I ADORE YOU

i’m rly excited for the post shibuya nanami one too SOBS heart is so broke but i’m ready

THANK YOUUUUU SO MUCH LOVE MWAH 💋

[galactia]

Also! I’m on the tail end of my trio of work days. Tomorrow is my last one before  a break! Tbh I’m dead in the water on work days, which is why I’ve been radio silent. I’m still available for some slow/laid-back plotting and some quick fun things on those days, but most of the time work days will be quiet ones as far as activity because it saps my energy. 

I appreciate your patience and understanding, and ofc I’ll be back for my shenanigans with my booooys.

Oh! And it is also my birthday this sunday, so that is something to look forward to! Woot!

[trulyhopelessromantic]

Rules: Answer the questions and tag a few blogs you are contractually obligated to know better. I was tagged by @lumiereandcogsworth woot woot!

name: Brittania

height: 5’6 ish

time: 9:05 or thereabouts. My laptop clock always jumps around in time so it's not to be trusted

birthday: next month yo!

favorite bands/artists: we'll be here awhile so I'll just list a few lol Marianas Trench, McFly, Josh Groban, Coldplay, Keane, Ed Sheeran

last movie: Bullet Train

last show: eh well Sandman I suppose coz I watched the last bonus episode tonight

when did i create this blog: we forget. We are an Ancient Tumblr God. We think 2009 but can check our archive some other time.

what i post: a lot of my ranting, reblogging lovely things like Critical Role, Beauty and the Beast 1991, meh why don't you visit the blog and my website header thing on the tab flashes some info lol

last thing i googled: floral thing carved from wood

other blogs: @thehauntedmanor @fantasydrabble and one about my travel. I also have an RP blog I never link to this one so that people can just interact without preconceived notions ^_^

do i get asks: sometimes

following around: almost 150 a lot of them are deactivated though I think

average hours of sleep: 8-10

instruments: recorder (yes I'm proud of this), used to play trombone, can sorta play piano

what i’m wearing: wow pervs... Ok a green dress I wore to Disney when Disneybounding

dream job: full time author

dream trip: back to England and then other places like Italy, New Zealand and Austria

nationality: Canadian

favorite song: Take on Me

last book i’ve read: in full? Gosh uh well I listened to an audiobook and finished the other day called Such A Quiet Place which is great

top 3 fictional universes i would like to live in: this is hard because I don't feel like I have any that I am 100% with. However I'll still say my own Lair Chronicles universe, the BBC Sherlock universe and a universe in which some of my family weren't so mentally ill

[cotccotc]

🍊ˎˊ˗ tag game !

tagged by: the lovely @chogiwow ♡

what do you prefer to be called name-wise?

my name’s veronica, but any variation of that will do! honestly anything works 😂 for example, v, vero, ronnie, roni, macaroni- anything. lmao.

when is your birthday?

july 5th!

where do you live?

the u.s. (unfortunately)

three things that you are doing right now

watching chan’s room, eating a bagel, and scrolling on tumblr haha

four fandoms that have piqued your interest

other than the ones i’m in, probably the boyz, haikyuu, supernatural, and seventeen. a bit all over the place but the fandoms for these things seem fun to be a part of! haha

how has the pandemic been treating you?

uhhhhhhhh next question 😃

however, if i’d never had to stay home all year, i would never have gotten into kpop, therefore skz, therefore tumblr. so. i’m grateful for that at least.

a song you can’t stop listening to right now

for some reason hellevator’s been in my head a lot lately! so that’s been fun to scream-sing in the car haha

school, university, occupation, other

school! last year of high school woot woot

do you prefer heat or cold?

cold, bc it’s easier to fix lmao

name one fact others may not know about you

i used to do a lot of acting!! i did community theater for about 7 years and then helped direct shows at my town’s middle school a few times

are you shy?

i’d say it really depends. on a surface level, i seem really loud and outgoing and to a certain extent i am, but i also have anxiety, which restricts me from some things i guess?

pronouns

she/her

biggest pet peeves

idk if i specifically have any...? maybe being interrupted. although i’m a bit of a hypocrite with that sometimes man idk

what is your favorite “dere” type

n/a hahaha

rate your life from 1-10, 1 being crappy and 10 being the best it could be

hmm... maybe... 4? that seems right. this year has seemed like a bit of a transitionary period if that makes sense.

what’s your main blog?

@childofthecycle !!

list your side blogs and what they’re used for

this blog is for writing, editing, and as of recently, art! mostly skz, but also bts, txt, and really whatever i want to support haha

@lq-hhj is for hyunjin updates/lq pics and memes

@cotc-recs is for fic recs and incorrect quotes

the rest are nets and url saves hehe

is there something people need to know about you before becoming friends?

i’m ABSOLUTELY TERRIBLE at responding to texts, but whenever i’m able to, i’m totally down to talk about anything and listen to each other’s ideas/rants/etc.!

taggin’: @strykiss, @inmyfelix, @feel199x, @pixielix, & @xiaocity ♡ [ DO NOT RB !! ]

[nicomacheannothing]

5-6-2021

It's been a loooong time since I've had the chance to write a blog. Woot! It's been a busyass year so far. I just realized that it's almost half over haha. I pretty much just got swamped with things today in January when I started planning an epic birthday party for @hedonisticmetamorphosis and things never really slowed down. I've been focusing on work a lot. I know it probably seems like I always focus on work, but recently, it's been... different. I've been tinkering with my mindset a little bit. I'm going to be 30 in December and I figure I should be thinking about what I actually want my future to look like. A few months ago, I realized that I really didn't see myself as an active agent in my own life. I mean, I did in some respects, but often, I would find myself just going along with whatever was happening around me and then feeling sorry for myself when things went wrong. WTF. I've never been that person been, but I somehow managed to fall into that thought pattern. All of the absurd, stressful events that have taken place over the past 5 years made me feel like a victim of circumstance. Not anymore! I've been making more of an effort to step up and do things at work. I talk to clients more and try to put my ideas out there more often. I got my drone pilot's license and I've been learning to fly. I've also been practicing driving more... I will overcome this fear, I swear to god! Somehow, I learned Adobe Illustrator. I say "somehow" because I've been trying to get a handle on that program since I was in the 7th grade. I NEVER understood it. One day a few weeks ago, it just clicked. Now it's easy for me to use. No idea how that happened, but I'm not complaining. :p Oh! I used my stimulus money to upgrade a bunch of stuff. I got a new phone and a new camera, both of which I ADORE. That's very good news. I feel like a spoiled asshole to mention those things, but I really did need both for work. I still need a new computer, but that will have to wait. Too expensive. My dad randomly gave me a hand-me-down desktop computer because it wasn't working well for him. I cleaned it up and now it runs fairly smoothly. It's a bit old, but it works and it will take some of the load off of my laptop. That's the Clifs Notes version of how 2021 is going for me. This weekend is going to be fun. Mady, Julius and Ben are all going to be in town for Mother's Day. Saturday, I'll be with the Browns and we're going to have one of our little parties hehe. Sunday, I'll be with my own family. Idk if we'll do anything special, but Ben will be here so maybe we can go shooting or something. He's been into photo and video stuff lately. Maybe he can take me out driving too! Either way, I should be cleaning the bathroom right now before he gets here tomorrow... but I'm procrastinating :p I should probably actually be productive now though. I hope everyone has a good night!

[startingtodayyouareahost]

Head canons for the hosts and they mothers?

I was so excited when i got this asks! you have no idea, i squealed. 

Haruhi

We know for a fact that Haruhi’s mom died when she was about 5. but i do have some headcanons for her.

She loved to keep Haruhi on her hip while she cooked for the family 

she would have normal conversations with Haruhi like she was a full adult and not a toddler. no baby talk. . . that was her fathers job. 

When she started getting sick and was in the hospital she had Haruhi sleep with her on the bed sometimes. she had a bad feeling about the future and wanted Haruhi to remember what it felt like to be held by her mother.

She had Ryoji (Ranka) collect letters she wrote to Haruhi in a box. she gets a new letter for each of her birthdays and a big milestone.

Tamaki

We know Tamaki’s mom is very sick. and we knew that he played the piano just for her. so obviously. . . they love each other a lot i don’t think thats up for debate ha!

Tamaki was the light of her life when he was born. she made sure that he will never EVER not feel loved by her in his lifetime. 

on the days she felt well. he sat on her lap when he tried to play piano. she would just rest her chin on his head and enjoy the moments.

she sobbed her eyes out when he left for japan, it threw her into another sick episode. she was so angry with herself. 

she hears little things about him through the grape vine. she considers his personality a blessing from god because despite  his situation he’s still kind and there is no way in hell thats not some sort of divine intervention. 

Kyoya

A lot of people assume he and his mom got along or that she died.  i have this headcanon that she was alive for a while and put just as much pressure on him as his father. so more angst. woot!? 

She was happy having two boys and expected to have a 3rd boy. she got Fuyumi. she was furious.

Kyoya was the mistake fixer she wanted to be the perfect wife who had given 3 perfect boys. she put herself through a lot of stress during his pregnancy. kyoya was also a little shit of a fetus. her hardest one yet, which didn't help. 

She had nannies watch him and all of his siblings. she went right back to work shortly after each pregnancy. no rest for an Ootori Wife

Kyoya has only a few good memories of her before she died. one of them was late and night she just came in, held him and cried. to this day he thinks it was her guilty conscious. but he never looks down on her. 

Hikaru and Kaoru

They get along swimmingly with their mom. the whole Hitachiin dynamic is a very loving family. and you all can pry this from my cold dead hands. not enough animes have happy WHOLE families. 

When she had the twins she couldn't not hold one without the other. if one needed feeding screw it she picked up both.  

When she had Ageha when the twins started highschool she has a family picture of the boys and her all squished on the hospital bed with the biggest grins. she carries it everywhere to show off.

she can tell them apart and loves to act like she doesn't. that’s cannon! but despite it irritating the hell out of the twins they know she knows.

when shes home they absolutely have all night movie nights as a family. shes very active in their life when shes not busy. she was worried about their standoff nature toward other people though.

Honey

Honey’s mom is very short in my head. a beautiful short blond woman who looks so dainty and loving, which she is, but shes also the only other one who can win against honey’s dad. she yeeted his ass when they first met (haha how i met your mother)

She loved the bunny her mom made Honey on the day he was born. usa-chan was with honey since birth. wherever Honey went mom made sure usa-chan was there.

will flip anyone who makes fun of her sons size and Honey knows this. it terrifies him.

they sit weekly and have tea. its tradition to spend time together. they talk about everything and anything. if Honey really has something on his mind its her he asks. not his dad and that man completely agrees. unsure about something? lets go ask your mother. 

she hates the anger Honey’s little brother Yasuchika grew to have for him.  But honey requested that she let them work it out.

Mori

His mother is a very tough woman! she his Honey’s moms sister after all. (in my head anyway since THEY DON’T EXIST!) she’s not the tallest either but her presence alone is very intimidating. 

was the one who trained Mori in Kendo along with her husband as a team. they wanted to show him the meaning of a loving team relationship. . . though swords? 

she helps him take care of his pets because seeing her son with cute animals is a weakness and its an excuse to see him with them.

she once got so mad at him that she cried. he almost hurt himself during practice (i headcanon he has a nasty scar) he swore he never would do that to her again. ever.

When she learned he joined the host club and he told her. . . she laughed in his face. he was so embarrassed and she still uses it to this day to mess with him. its a running joke. 

[annoyed-galaxy]

Well this is a new one. A check up tag, tagged by @iamaweretoad. Thanks :D

How has your day been so far?

Well I slept in til like 11 so I got that going. Watched a couple of episodes of Star Wars Rebels and ate some pizza rolls before taking a shower. Gonna be helping my parents with some photoshooting stuff. And then after that, I am gonna play some Jedi Fallen Order. I need my boy Cal in my life.

What's been keeping you entertained these days?

Well mainly video games. Finished The Clone Wars and cried cause it was so beautiful and still heartbreaking. Started watching Rebels (which why the fuck are the lightsabers like toothpicks in that damn show. That's irritating.) Got to play some Valorant with my friends but we all started taking a break from that. Then I started to play the Sims 4 and make me a fancy ass house. And now, my friend bought me Jedi Fallen Order and I have not stopped playing it. I love it. I love Cal and BD-1. I love the gameplay, I love the visuals, the sounds, everything. That game is awesome and I pray we get another one like it.

Oh and then my birthday happened. Finally turned 18. Woot Woot. I'm a big gorl now. Played a lot of Smash Ultimate with my parents for my birthday. I also cooked a lot in the past few days; chicken fajitas, spaghetti, lasagna, and chili last night. Trying to fight off the overwhelming depression like usual, but I'm getting better. Kind of looking forward to college now.

If you are in quarantine/isolation is there anything you would like to achieve during this time?

I keep telling myself I should really practice drawing some more, I mean now is the perfect time to practice, but I just keep getting so fucking discouraged so I just stopped. I wanna draw some Star Wars art, but don't want it to look horrible. Sooo I just keep pushing it away and knocking myself on the head about it later.

It's struggle street round here :/

What was the last thing that made you smile?

My friend buying Jedi Fallen Order for me. That's about to be the only thing I talk about for like weeks so don't worry about it xD

Post a selfie, if you want.

You know what, why not.

Disregard my face cause I don't like looking at myself and can't take selfies xD Just enjoy the hair. It's the one thing I take pride in.

Sooo i'ma tag @chennnington, @daedric-prince-of-pasta, @cinna-wanroll, and whoever else would like to do it :D