#YOU MAY BE A BIT MEAN BUT OH MY GODD

[ovenbrainrot]

OH MY GODDDDDDDDD

[thedeadthree]

✧ — 𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄.

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✧ — 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓.

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✧ — 𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐓.

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 — bel canto.

𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐎 — nostalghia.

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐊 — mannequin pussy.

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐀 — chappell roan.

𝐃𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐋 — florence + the machine.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Blind Offer 1

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon, manipulation, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: After a leak causes you to evacuate your apartment, your landlord offers a vacant unit that's too good to be true. (short!plus!reader)

Character: Steve Rogers, additional characters to come

Note: Loooooook. I was gonna restrain myself but this all just got outta hand. This is one of my Corrupt-A-Wish requests but I won't reveal which one right away because it'll be part of the plot!

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me &lt;3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

Love you like I love turning intended one shots into series. Take care. 💖

You keep your slippers just away from the edge of the puddle. The sheet of water extends almost completely across the kitchen. You hug yourself, still slightly groggy from your early and rude awakening. The washing you put in last night hadn’t finished and instead the sudsy mess had leaked out around the door.

There’s a sigh and a clank as your landlord pulls his arm out of the machine. Your sopping laundry is in a bucket by his feet. His shirt is visibly wet from his struggle to stem the steady flow dripping from the brim of the washer door. You worry you may have overloaded the compact stacking unit.

“I’m sorry, Steve,” you say as you sway guiltily.

“Don’t be,” he puts his hands on his hips and blows out. A golden strand dangles down his forehead, “it’s not you. My own fault. I thought these things might hold out for a while…”

“Oh?”

“Not the first time I’ve had to fight the beast but it worked. I should be sorry, I should’ve just replaced it.”

“Well, uh, what are you gonna do now?” You look at the wet tile, the scent of laundry detergent thick in the air as the water creeps closer to your slippers.

“Uh, yeah, well, obviously you can’t stay here.”

“I can’t?” You raise your head, running your hand up the front of your robe and clutching the fluffy fabric.

“No, bylaws say you need to evacuate until I can get a new unit in here. And clean up. Leak like this can leave mildew and mold,” he combs his large hand over his head, “I feel bad enough, I couldn’t let you live in this.”

“Okay… um, I have to work in a couple hours–”

“Oh, geez. Well, er, maybe just pack up a few things and I can take you over to the new place? You can always come back to grab more if you need.”

“I guess…” you chew your lip. His blue eyes fixate on the gesture so you stop. “How far is it?”

“Not very, about twenty minutes east by car.”

“East?” You utter dully, “that’s a bit far. I work up near the metro area.”

“There’s some bus stops that way but I could give you a lift tod–” There’s a sudden gush and he looks back to the machine, a bubble of water flowing up over the brim. He shuts the door, stemming much of it. “You won’t even be able to cook in here,” he says, “look, bylaws say I have to relocate you. I have a property free which means I don’t have to splurge for a hotel. If you prefer somewhere closer, then it’s on you.”

You frown. He’s not the worst landlord you’ve had but he definitely talks like one. He’s only really worried about his liability. Yet, most others wouldn’t have even brought up that clause and left you to wallow in this puddle of dirty laundry water. You shrug, hopefully the other place isn’t too bad.

“Right, uh, I guess I’ll go get dressed,” you relent.

“Great,” he says with blatant exasperation, turning back to face the trembling washer, his voice deflating to a hoarse rasp, “goddamn.”

You hesitate as you stare at his back. The gray fabric of his jersey henley strains across his shoulder blades as the back of his forearms clench, veins pulsing out. He rolls his head on his neck and heaves out again. 

You turn on your foot and slowly pad out of the kitchen. You hear his sole squeak subtly but refuse to glance back again. You can’t help but feel that it’s all your fault. You’re sure he’s too nice to say so. Or too distracted by the chaos you’ve caused.

🖤

The new apartment isn’t an apartment at all. It’s a walkup townhouse with a sleek black and white exterior. The neighbourhood is far out of your range but you won’t complain. You suspect Steve is already aware of the deferential.

“Wow, this place is really nice,” you say as he holds the door for you. You step inside and take in the space; a narrow staircase to the next floor, black frames around grayscale photography, and minimalist decor in the form of a standing geometric floor vase and a coat rack with bent arms. 

You stop to take your shoes off on the mat as Steve squeezes in behind you and shuts the door. You trip away from him, surprised by the friction of his body against yours. You’ve always been overly aware of yourself and how much room you take up. Your size makes it hard to not feel crowded, still the close brush rattles you.

He swirls the keys around a finger and stills them in his fist. He looks around emphatically and waves a hand.

“Well, this is it. It’s my only vacant property at the moment, so, it’ll have to do. Fully furnished, at least.”

“It’s great,” you assure him as you step further in, your duffel hanging heavy from one arm, “wow, it’s…”

“A lot bigger than your place. Yeah. New development. Invested at ground floor. You’ll be the first tenant, at least for the time being.”

“Ah, right,” you go to the narrow bench of black acrylic and place your bag atop it. “I’ll try not to mess it up.”

“Didn’t mean it like that.”

“Uh, yeah, but obviously it’s above my paygrade,” you scoff, “I appreciate it and sorry again.”

“Don’t worry about it. Really. Dropping a couple hundred on a new washer woulda saved us both trouble. I only got one person to blame,” he holds out his hand, “you don’t need a tour, do ya?” He offers the keys and you step up to take them, “I’ll be back around noon to get you to work but I got running around to do.”

“Um, I should be able to figure it out–”

“Oh, wait,” he puts a finger up, “the door code. Just in case. Also, you’ll wanna override the security system when you get in.” He turns and points to the sleek black box mounted beside the door, “I got it on my phone but you’ll just need to pop it open and put in the number.” He slides out his phone, “I’ll just text it before I forget.”

“Right,” you nod as you clutch the keys tight, “got it. I think I can manage.”

“Anyway, you got my number, you need anything, you know how to reach me,” he checks his watch, “noon,” he repeats as he points at you, “I’ll be back.”

He spins and opens the door, swiftly stepping through before swinging it shut behind him. You’re left slightly stunned and don’t move right away. You cross the floor and twist the latch of the door, a cautious habit likely unnecessary in this neighbourhood.

You turn back to your new abode and let your eyes rove. Wow. All this just for you. You wonder how much one of these places go for. Your monthly pay probably wouldn’t even cover a single week.

You shuffle forward, uncertain, expecting for Steve to come back through and tell you it’s all a mistake. 

You peer around at the immaculate decor. Each piece is perfectly set and carefully curated. The long leather sectional and the matching square backed armchairs before the artificial fireplace in the wall. A low coffee table on a rug patterned in black and white, a touch of red in the throw pillows and the curtains.

Then the kitchen, white, pure marble, and pale silver appliances. The tile is marked by subtle dove grey diamonds, and a table sits against the wall with two chairs. You go back into the hallway and down towards the front of the stairs. You peek up at the top as you pass the small half-bath embedded on the other side.

Upstairs, you find two bedrooms, a full bath, and what appears to be a study, along with several spacious closets. It’s truly a dream. Who knew a broken washer could get you a stay in heaven.

Well, you should get settled in. Enjoy it while it lasts.

🖤

As promised, Steve shows up just before noon. You have your uniform on but feel less than ready to go. The abrupt awakening, the displacement, and the typical dread of the overcrowded box store. Your job is less than glamorous and the townhouse underlines that even more as you bid it a reluctant goodbye.

Steve’s car is sleek and red and overpriced. You don’t know much about cars but you can just tell. The interior is squeaky and so clean you’re sure it must be right off the lot. That new car smell fills your nose and threatens to inspire a migraine.

You put your purse in your lap and buckle up as he turns down the volume on the stereo. You recognise the song, surprised by his taste. He didn’t seem the angsty type. As far from grungy as you can imagine.

“Smashing Pumpkins?” You comment.

“You don’t like them?”

“Don’t mind em,” you shrug, “just figured you were more into… I don’t know, just not them.”

“When I’m not unclogging toilets or changing smoke alarms, I actually do have fun,” he scoffs.

“Oh, I didn’t mean–”

“Kidding,” he assures you as he pulls away from the curb.

You watch the townhouses pass by as he slowly rolls down the street. It’s eerie. There are no other cars lined up in the spots parallel to the pavement. In fact, you don’t see anyone else around. Not through windows, not coming or going, no one so much as walking down the cul-de-sac. It is oddly isolated from the suburbs all around.

“Not like I have great music taste, I’m a disco junkie,” you try to laugh off the tension.

“Fun,” he muses dully.

You don’t respond. You’re on your phone checking Uber prices for the way back. Eek. You pull up the bus routes for the area; at least two transfers to get there. Shit.

“So…” Steve begins, “who you chatting with? Telling them about your tight-ass landlord or what?”

“Uh, no,” you put your phone down and black the screen, “I was just… tryna figure out how I’m getting home. Sorry. Did you say something?”

“Nothing important,” he assures, “what time are you done?”

“Nine, closing,” you explain, “it’s fine, there’s buses. I’ll just have to remember not to go to my usual stop.”

“I can come get you,” he offers.

“That’s… that’s fine. You don’t have to. You’ve already done enough–”

“Really, I don’t have much else going on. Besides the washer but my buddy’s taking care of that for me. I’ll be available.”

“If you don’t mind, but really, I’m gonna have to learn the route. Actually, when do you think I’ll be back at my apartment?”

“Couple of days at best. After we left, the water got into the motor of the dryer– to spare you the whole spiel, the dryer needs to be replaced too. And the floor might need to come up, water’s done a number on the laminate–”

“Oh,” you grimace, “I… that sounds bad.”

“Nothing that can’t be fixed. Look, I know it’s probably not ideal for you to be all the way out here. I’ll keep you updated,” he speaks with one hand as his other remains on the wheel.

“Oh, no, I appreciate all your help. It’s just…” you cross your ankles and nervously wiggle your foot, “I’m just anxious.”

He hums and a thoughtful silence rises between you. He turns a corner and clears his throat, “about the apartment or work?”

“What?”

“What are you anxious about?” He asks.

“Oh, uh, yeah, uh, work, sure. Work always makes me anxious. Lots of angry customers and we’re headed into that season, you know?”

“Makes sense,” he nods, moving his hand low on the wheel as he sits back and steers lazily with the clogged flow of the city traffic.

“And the apartment,” you admit, “I’m not the best with change.”

“Yeah, I get that,” he agrees, “I’m a bit of stickler. I like order, you know? Everything has its place. Everyone has their role.”

You mull his words. It’s a strange way of putting it but you get it. You find your life erratic this time of year, when your schedule goes from predictable to hectic and fluid. Everyone wants to switch shifts and all the managers are trying to fill the schedule with as few bodies as possible.

“I mean…” he breaks the lull, “you know, I keep a pretty strict schedule with myself. Try to. You never know when you’ll get a call at 5am.”

You suck in air and look at him from the corner of your eye. His allusion isn’t subtle. The pit sinks further in your stomach. You don’t need one more person disappointed in you, not when you’re about to face Gwen the manager and her omnipotent clipboard.

“Yeah, uh,” you bend your arm and rub your neck, “sorry…”

“You apologise a lot,” he interrupts, “I’m not mad.”

“I know, I just feel bad,” you move your thumb to chew it.

He glances over at you before quickly refocusing on the road. He laughs, a hollow, gristly chuckle, “trust me, if I was mad, you would know.”

You blink. What? You’re not sure what he means. Is he joking? Maybe it’s that he’s such a nice guy that the change would be unmistakable or maybe he’s being sarcastic and you’re too stupid to pick up on it. Either way, you just want this car ride to be over.

“Right,” you eke out, “I’ll, erm, be sure to stay on your good side then.”

He slides his hand around the wheel to the top, squeezing until the leather squeaks. He shifts in his seat and exhales, “girl like you, I can’t imagine you being too much of a handful.”

His remark sticks in your ears. Again, you’re confounded by him. You can't read his tone as it's quickly washed away by the sudden blare of music as he cranks up the volume.

“This is a good one,” he calls over the music, “I’m sure you know it.”

Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage Someone will say, "What is lost can never be saved" Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage

Now I'm naked Nothing but an animal But can you fake it For just one more show?

The creaky tones of Billy Corgan’s lilt surrounds you as Steve bobs his head. The swirl of noise and the shadow of tension mingle and suffocate you. You’re starting to look forward to work.

[zwolfgames]

Yandere Alhaitham x reader

Requested: / (Havent even done the Sumeru quest but when you have motivation, you have to write.)

(Warnings: manipulation, i guess, plus kind of kidnapping.)

(3rd person POV)

'The late blossoms bloom when the sun stands at the top. Water evaporates when she shines. May the goddes strike as it falls again.' You repeat in your head as you read over the text.

"So is this an official document or some random dude's poetry?" You ask the scribe in front of you with a deadpann. This thing made no sense.

"What? It used to be on a stone tablet but I translated it for you." Alhaitham pinches the bridge of his nose in annoyance as he sighs.

You make an 'oh' face and nod. You may be smart when it came to your academia major but not to things like this.

"So what do you think it means?" He asks you with a serious face.

Curse who-ever put you two together for this project. You had hoped you got one of your more familiar colleagues. But the one you'd be grave exploring with was none other then Alhaitham.

He was stoic, practically never listened to anything you said either with those stupid headphones of his.

"I'm not sure... but perhaps it's a riddle. Meaning that this 'goddes' will appear as the water falls again. Probably as in rain... after this 'sun at the top' so a summer." You think out loud and Alhaitham tilts his head just a bit. The only indication that he's listening.

Alhaitham nods, as if telling you to go on.

With what? You've read this text once. There was no more.

He sure was expecting more though. You sigh and read the translated text over again.

As you turned your gaze to the paper you failed to notice the subtle smile on a certain scribe's face as he looked at you.

Do you know why you were partnered up with him for this project?

Because he wanted that. Alhaitham has high influences in the Akedemia.

You wouldn't work with some other random colleague. And especially not that one you looked at with such adoring eyes.

He couldn't understand how you saw none of his signs. I mean, he translates the stone tablets for you. He brings you a coffee when he goes to get one.

How did you not see his overflowing love for you?

But that wasn't relevant at the moment. You were before him now. He had to be on his best behavior to impress you.

"So? Any more toughts?" He leaned his head in the palm of his hand, propped up on the table by his elbow.

He looked you in the eyes and you couldn't help but feel nervous.

He had a scary and intimidating gaze. Like It's piercing into your soul.

"Yea... I think, if my theories are correct, that this is a riddle. Meaning that the tomb we're researching might 'open' when the first rain falls after the summer." You explain in the most professional tone you can manage. Not wanting to piss this serious guy off.

"I see. Thats very good, Y/N." Alhaitham speaks quietly and looks at the paper himself. His hand brushes yours.

You think it's a normal accident.

It's not.

"So that means we have about a month of space to relax. The first rainfall doesn't happen untill then." Alhaitham informs with what you tought was a stoic face. It was a smile. Tough he was so bad at smiling, you'd never tell.

You nod and neaten your notes up a bit to occupy the silence that had befallen on you two.

That is untill something unexpected happned.

He took your left hand in his. Not strongly. Almost like he didn't want you to notice.

Like a ghost of a touch. But you weren't numb, you felt that.

"What are you doing?" You say in confusion as you look up at him and then back at your held hand.

"Nothing." He says stoically. His hand no longer holding yours. It's like it never happned. Thats how faint it felt.

Did it happen? Were you going crazy?

You blink and shrug it off, tough you can't help the hairs on your neck standing up.

Alhaitham just... creeped you out somehow. You didn't know if it was because of his eyes or simply because of how smart and powerfull he was. Perhaps both.

An awkward silence commenced between you and the scribe. Honestly, you wanted to get eaten by the floor right now.

It seems your awkwardness wasn't shared by Alhaitham as he simply watched you. Like a predator would it's prey.

Thats how it appeared to you at the very least. Alhaitham was actually just looking at you with loving eyes.

His face just couldnt portray that.

So, as the seconds ticked on agonizingly long you waited for any sort of words to come from him.

There were no words. He reached over and oh so gently brushed a stray strand of hair back into your usual hairstyle.

And guess what. He denied that too when you asked him what he was doing.

Were you... dreaming, perhaps?

Because this was too eerie to comprehend.

Just silently being stared at.

Luckily for you, your working hours came to an end and you could bid Alhaitham farewell. In... an awkard manner but it was polite.

You walked back to your little house outside of Sumeru's main city. Just casually cooking dinner.

If you had to guess, you'd need to meet with Alhaitham twice or thrice more to discus the plans for the actual thomb diving mission.

But for now, you could let that slip out of your worries.

A nice plate of spicy food later and you're in your bedroom. Observing various clues about the thomb.

Just some notes of old explorers and travelers, nothing out of the ordinairy.

No one's ever been inside. Thats the only thing salvageble about this project. You may have to work with Alhaitham, but you got to explore the unknown!

As such, days pass. You've discussed the plans with Alhaitham now. There was no need to see the man untill the first rainfall of the season.

So now, you could enjoy your daily activities.

Like talking to your crush- colleague.

A nice student at the Akedemia, like you.

You've known him since before you two enrolled here, and honestly, you've caught quite the crush.

But someone wasn't pleased with that.

You didn't notice, he knew you wouldn't, that he was watching from the sidelines.

Alhaitham had to watch how you fawned over some simpleton.

He almost felt bad for what he was about to do. Untill remembering that for once in his life, he was allowed to be selfish.

He had done his duties, helped the Akedemia. And look at that. You were one of the people in it. So shouldn't he get a reward of choice for being so helpfull and amazing?

He would, in due time. He only had to be patient for a couple more weeks.

______________________________________

"Y/N. Stop pacing like that." Alhaitham sneered in annoyance.

You've been pacing in front of the thombs entrance for half an hour now. The rain was slowly stopping. Only a few droplets falling on your soaked form.

Yes, Alhaitham had an umbrella, he even offered for you to cole stand under it with him but you declined.

Not wanting to stand that close to him or wait in one place.

He watched you pace. Your hair dripping rain water, he saw you shiver. But he couldn't act on his smothering insticts... yet.

You nod and stop pacing, now biting your lip and bouncing your foot as you wait.

Alhaitham sighed at your nervous behavior.

You tought he absolutly hated your guts... wich made the waiting all the more agonizing.

Eventually, the drizzle comes to a spot and the entrance opens.

You squeel and observe each and every detail in the newly opened door.

Alhaitham approached and put a firm and strong hand on your shoulder. Keeping you grounded.

He nudges you inside, tough he subtly makes you walk behind him, as if protecting you from... uh.. dust?

That analogy was very wrong since after you two descended the stairs, deeper into the thomb, there stand a robotic creature. Its face eroded.

It looked eerie and old. You were guessing this was the 'goddes'.

It surely was big enough for the title but you had a feeling that it's god-like beauty had long faded.

It creaks as it moves, the gears scraping against eachother harshly. It's old.

Alhaitham notices its movement and pushes you to the side of the room.

"Don't dare move, stay there." He orders in the harshest manner you've heard of him yet.

He unsheats his two swords and circles around the mechanic goddes in an intimidating way.

Even with its impressing size, you could already tell who would win.

The scribe waits for the bot to make it's first move as he circles it.

The mechanic goddes moves its arm for a swing. Its slow and creaky.

You bet ut was an unstopable killing machience back in its glory days.

As the bit has attacked first, Alhaitham takes the chance to strike it. First, a simple blow to put it off balance.

And then, a swift strike to the core.

He twists the blade and the bot twists and stutters untill it's few lights fade and it slumps to the ground with a loud thud.

It's mechanical body limp on the floor, sprawled out like a true goddes.

You almost feel sad for it. It had to protect this thomb and it tried... wich had led to its 'death'.

Alhaitham doesn't even spare a glance at it's body and turns back to you.

"Come on, we can move on." He says like that bot was nothing. Gesturing for you to come to him with his hand.

You shake your head to break out of your shock and step closer to him.

I mean, if he wanted you dead he would have let the robot do it...

He leads the way, further into the thomb.

Its beautifull.

The sunlight shines in from certain hole's in the roof and somehow the decorative fountains and ponds have remained clear over the centuries.

You look in awe at all the vines and flowers that grew here.

Its like a small paradise.

You got exited and ran around to see everything.

Taking photo's for the Akademia with your kamera. Surprisingly, Alhaitham didn't stop you from exploring. Wich was strange.

You had tought he'd be that cautious guy who would tell you to watch out for traps.

Maybe he was just as enamoured by the thomb as you!

You find multiple rooms. Its almost like it's a cool house.

A dining room made of the same stone as the thomb. Nicely decorated with plants and flowers.

Likewise were the other rooms.

A bathing room,  bedroom, multiple lounging rooms.

Yea, who-ever died here had a nice place to lounge in the afterlife.

So you continue trough the thomb, trying to find the actual room where the potential dead person was.

Perhaps a royal, or someone of high status?

You just had to know who this beautifull thomb was for!

You eventually cirkled back to the hall that lead to the room with the robot in.

Only to find the door...

Gone?

Closed?

Well whatever it was, it was now just a dead end. And that freaked you out.

You opened your mouth to shout for Alhaitham in a panicked manner, thinking he was still in the room with the bot, or perhaps in the thomb.

But you didn't get the chance to scream as he appeared behind you and put a hand on your mouth, silencing you siwftly as his other hand snaked around your waist in a firm grip.

"Don't scream. They won't hear you. Do you like my surprise darling?" He murmured as his breath hit your ear. He was close, uncomfrotably so.

He let his hand fall off your mouth so he could hug you closer.

"What do you mean?" You ask, voice shaky. Nothing was making sense.

"So smart, yet so clueless." Alhaitham chuckled and caressed your cheek with the back of his hand. Still standing behind you.

You felt offended, not to mention uncomfrotable.

You were left stunned as he kissed the top of your head.

So loving. What was happening.

"Y/N... you're mine now... do you realise that?" He whispers and turns you around softly, facing back to the thomb.

You were so confused, he found it adorable.

It was so easy to get you intrested in this thomb he had forged.

Create fake files. Make a bad robot. Some riddles...

And you were hooked! Enough to work with him. Something you never did, even avoided.

And now, you'd live here, where no one but him could admire you.

You liked this place no? The pretty water, the nature, the sunlight trough the ceiling.

You'd be stuck in paradise. Isn't that amazing?

Just you and him. You wouldn't be able to stare at that crush of yours, so he wouldn't have to get jealous.

It was a perfect plan. This way, you could have the whole thomb to walk around and live in, and he could keep you to himself.

"What is that even supposed to mean?" You practically growl and begin to squirm in his grip.

He laughs and lets go. He knew it wouldn't be easy to get you to love him back.

It didn't need to be easy. As long as he had you where he wanted. They had all the time in the world.

Oh how saddned the Akedemia would be to find out a student had gone missing.

Good thing he would take care for you.

"Relax, Y/N. Welcome to your new house. With me, your new husband." Alhaitham laughed, a genuine show of emotions but it only looked deranged to you. It just felt too out of character for the stoic scribe.

"You can't just decide that." You back away but he doesn't mind.

You'd realise his love for you in due time.

And he'd make that realization start with a passionate kiss.

______☆______ Okay Shows over, you can go home.

Lol, this was originally only slightly yandere and mostly angst, but i changed my mind ehe.

So now i hope you enjoyed this monstrosity, i dont even like Alhaitham either.

Have a nice day/night!

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[masterfvck]

hello sharpie!!

just wanted to drop by and ask,,, how do you think yuqi and minnie fuck? i see them being total vers switches and fighting for dominance tbh,,,,

minnie would get super physical and tease the other girl’s sensitive spots until her whole body is hers to use!! and as for yuqi, she’d totally start degrading minnie and spitting harsh words at her until the latter obeys and acts like a good girl for her mommy,, then they fuck the end❤️

Hello to you too anon!!

Oh you're bringing back my Minqi brainrot right now GRAHH

Now you're absolutely right about them being verses but I do think that usually Minnie prefers being the one receiving, domming or not.

Yuqi is.. well. Yuqi. Her voice GRUAGAU I'd say she usually manages to win Minnie over by the simple power that is her voice. I mean.. it's HAWT as fuckk who wouldn't just fold at her dirty talkin LIKEEE she may be a huge loser (compliment BC I'm also a loser) but God damn can she talk dirty 😵‍💫😵‍💫

But Minnie's like also very good at dirty talk and much less lewser than Yuqi.. more confidence and all and blah blah blah. So I'll say it's a balanced fight, probably...

Now I personally see Yuqi as too loser to degrade Minnie because she goes "why would I insult the one I love 😢 that's mean!!" And Minnie's just like "fucking loser" and Yuqi just folds like "...but when it's the other way around-"

Minnie absolutely teases Yuqi with no mercy though that's absolutely right..

Has her in a chokehold istg (she has me in a chokehold too I mean what?? OMG WHO WROTE THIS?!!)

Mommy kink is very much one of my kinks idgaf about what people say anymore I want a pretty girl to call me mommy!!!

Yuqi would absolutely have a mommy kink as well and Minnie is about to make fun of her like hell but then gets into it as well 💀

"You have a mommy kink? That's so cringe" Minnie then when Yuqi calls her mommy once she does a full 180 and goes "wait that's kinda hot.."

With that being said... begging is definitely Minnie's thing when she doms as well GODD hearing Yuqi whimper and beg desperately for her is better than any music to her ears like!!

Yuqi definitely sends her voice messages when they're away from one another to tease her and get Minnie all hot and bothered ❤️❤️

Dirty talk is obviously not a small thing and very much a hugeee thing with them.. I have a feeling Yuqi is a bit into being called Minnie's toy, or doll 😵‍💫

Praise kink praise kink praise kink!!! Lots of praise I swear it's a hugee thing with them like I just see both of them having praise kinks and it goes both ways really; they like being praised and they like praising the other. They're in love, your honor!!

Thanks for the ask anon 🙏🙏🙏

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

May I please ask for headcanons of Eden meeting Valerie please

This made me think for a long while

I haven't thought of this

Oh my goddness would that be a sight-

It was when the family decided it'd be fun to visit the park and confuse guests (Jack, Dal, Joe, and Farja were so down to help)

They all did their own thing and Valerie watched her children and their friends go to their own thing, most of them going to places they knew in advance where their Disney Villain lookalikes were wandering before the shows and promoting said show

That's when someone catches her attention, beside a man in super fluffy and pretty purples and blues like a damn peacock is a pretty young lady with hair of night dressed rather adorably and mature

After the family regrouped for the Disney Villain Recruiters show was when she gotten a name for the face

"I welcome you silly mortals to the show~! Why still such a dull place like your world when you can be a hero, a savior, and most perfect and brave much like my dear Master, the greatest hunter of all time!"

Ah, she's Gaston's recruiter, thought Valerie as she watched her introduce herself and the others with confidence and eye flutters before doing a pose like shooting an arrow into the sky

Throughout the show though she kind of picked up how strong this Eden girl's personality is, yeah she seen the recruiters mess with each other before but it felt wrong and mean seeing her try and trip Jack and Pretty Scar during their little dances

After the show it is time to meet the recruiters in which everyone abused the system by having the recruiters being SUPER free to goof off or act different when alone with the people they since considered family

Then Eden came into the room in search of something and interrupted the reunion

Then, Eden flutter her lashes and pouted, "Dal sweetie, could you be a dear and get me a water?" And before anyone could responded, they were taken aback Dalmatia was ready to do that until Jack Heart grabbed him

Valerie, knowing well of Pretty Scar's feelings towards Dalmatia, was not having that form of tricks today!

She crossed her arms and spoke up

But Eden-

Eden: "Oh, I guess you have a right to be jealous to the young."

If Valerie didn't feel like smacking her the kids for sure did!

Until-

Malfie Jack is snorting and wheezing with AU Jack and AU Joe along side them

Confused, Eden demanded a reasoning and well-

Jack: "Little lady, she has lines men at her door courting her everyday! You barely got anything in comparison!"

Eden's face turns bright red before she storms out and Valerie, though embarrassed of the words, bought Jack and ice cream

Still, that wasn't the end of Eden of the day, oh no no no

Valerie was glaring at her across every way until the final show ended and Nadia was giving Farja plenty hugs as the masters came for their minions / honestly their kids (looking at you Captain Hook), the group mostly staying behind to say by to their friend and Nadia knew she was gonna see Mozenwrath for a little bit when Jafar comes

Valerie, again, watched her children and their friends interact to their lookalikes with joy, holding back a small smile at AU Joe's stink eye at Ursula

At one point she gave Zuri a small head pat/hair ruffle with words of praise when she mentioned she'll probably help Pretty Scar with some cacti in the savannah during the next weekend, and she couldn't help but notice Eden seeing that and turning to her master and eagerly telling that man about her day

"That's good girlie, you should've seen the buck I snagged today while hunting, the town is very happy indeed!"

Valerie rolled her eyes as she heard him say that, gagging slightly when he flexes his muscles and wink her way

But she also sees the kind of disappointment on Eden's face as her pretty face gets mopey as her eyes look down, dropping the rose gifted by a customer into the trash before following Gaston home

Needless to say their first meeting was rough, knowing Eden and her overly jealous nature with women or anyone and wanting to be the best and Valerie not taking any shit especially if it hurts her friends or family. But I do see them maybe growing as Eden grows and sees she shouldn't be just a pretty face for others pleasure, and Valerie would be a good nail in the coffin for that statement and maybe one day the two could regally talk about fighting and survival skills and romances if the time comes

I can kind of see both them being this song for different reasons

Valerie towards her family and maybe whoever she ends up with in your world and Eden towards Gaston and her constant need to have that relationship she seen people like Lady Hook and Captain Hook and the needs to be perfect and a even more perfect picture of him only to be let down constantly

I wanna know your thoughts if I got some stuff wrong!

[dickinfectionbez]

Hiya adora 👋👋

It's me it's me..... date anon

So I thought about a few things and I really like really want to be called in the story ofcourse Circe cause of yk the Greek goddes she was my favourite and I'm in love with the Madeline miller novel. Also then you should have a name also. And and can we please have a Sapphic romance , I'm just dying to read about two girls falling in love. Okay after thousands of my requests which I'll love you forever and pledge my future kids to you like in rapunzel (the folklore version) if you accept them. Babes ive had so much things to say also quite unfortunate that I didn't come back to some mild altering statement again although I do have so much fun scrolling through your blog and catching up on all the aus. Babes I'm in love.

.............

Its been a few weeks before we see each other and during all those weeks everywhere I go , I try to look for your face in my surroundings. I text you alot but I'm scared that I'm playing my cards too early but as soon as the ding for a message come through all my worries are lost and all I want to know is what you have to say. I hang on to every word and store them in my mind like it's the last thing I'll ever hear. I walk around with a permanent smile on my face and in my head i say that I want people to take a look inside my heart cause it's beating wildly and it's alive and its screaming look she chose us look she likes us. You tell me about you work and all the drama around I tell you about my uni and how exams are coming up and I neglect to tell you that i can't concentrate on anything because it feels like every breath I'm taking is just the next breath till I get to see you. I want to see you and kiss you on the cheek and take your hand and run through the rainy weather because we both forgot our umbrellas. I want to sit and watch horror movies with you because I say I'm not scared but I just want and excuse to latch on to you andbto hold your hand and finally i just eant to be near you cause I feel like you're the sun and what is the moon without the suns light. Goodness sake i jsut want to be next to you . We try to make plans but you have work and I studying and I'm internally dying because I miss hearing your laugh in person I missed seeing your eyes twinkle . I miss all your hand gestures and how passionate you are about things. I want to invite you out but my mother's birthday is coming up and she's invited me however she wants me to bring a plus one and I don't have the nerve to ask you ir take you with me because I don't know what we are and i don't know if I uave the right yet. Although I would really love it if you were there with me but simultaneously I'm also scared of taking you because how am i meant to answer my parents when they ask what are you to me ? How do I give them an answer when I'm not sure of their reaction how can i make you feel as if I want to hide you but still I gather the courage and finally text you

Would you like to come with me ?

Babes see you next time. I really really enjoy doing this and I did look more into iconography its really fuckin cool oh my god !!

Also f1 is back so yayy for us also did you watch one day ??

<3🫂🫂🫂

Hello Date anon!!! I hope your uni is going well!

Your other ask got eaten unfortunately, but I remember what you wrote so yippee. Vale's stupid laying down smugcat picture has enchanted me and I fear it may be a permanent fixture of my blog now. If you think Circe is a bit old Timey, why don't we go for a name similar to it. Maybe one from the odyssey or as Circe means Bird in Greek, a bird-themed name like Paloma?

I'm so happy f1 is back and no I haven't watched one day just because I promised my sister I would but my mum ended up accidentally spoiling the end so I'm probably going to only watch the happy parts.

Okay back to the fun bit, a dual author sapphic romance, made via Tumblr asks.

We keep in contact, each message of yours distracted me from work. Maybe giving you a specific ringtone wasn't the smartest idea. But I didn't want to miss a text. My co-workers have begun to catch on that something is up, and they prod for more answers but I give them a smile, keeping you close to my heart. I've been caught many times during meeting smiling at my phone but my manager says nothing as my work is on time and she is invested in whatever is going on. I have a goofy smile on more and my mother has started to catch on, questioning me in the kitchen whenever she can catch me. She wants to meet the woman who has her daughter daydreaming. But I pat her on the arm, reminding her that we've just met and I don't want to scare you away.

We talk about work and I tell you about the new girl in product design, conveniently leaving out all the times she caught me biting my lip while messaging you. You tell me about your uni work and I laugh, remembering how I had nearly missed my last assignment, too busy daydreaming about you. I go to cafes under the guise of studying but I end up texting you. Or my friends who both are tired of me not asking you out properly and excited for the two of us. They tease me relentlessly but I joke about how at least I've got you on my arm. My friends remind me that we haven't seen each other for a while in person and my mood sours slightly.

We go out more cute dates that we don't call dates. More hand holding and stupid pickup lines that I googled the night before. More days spent thinking about what I should have done different when with you and more days spent with my friends telling me I should have made a move. I come more soaked on more than one occasion, my mother confused as I never leave the house without an proper raincoat. But if I have a raincoat how are we supposed to share an umbrella? How could I come so close to you without making things awkward.

The weather takes a turn for the worse, so we move to staying in. Whenever we turn a scary movie on, I thank mother nature for being so extreme. I laugh at the jumpscares, my heart threatening to leap out my chest as you hold onto me. You assume I'm scared of the movie and I nod along dumbly, your hair under my nose as I wrap my arms around you. I thank everyone and anyone who made it possible for us to be so close. I keep sneaking glances at your face when your distracted and I have to fight the urge to lean in and kiss whatever part of you I can.

You mention your mother's birthday and how you need a plus one. My heart leaps into my throat, who is this other person you could ask. You ask if I want to come with you and I have to stop myself from sounding too enthusiastic. We agree the time, date and location before you leave. Normally whenever you leave I end up stomping to my room, hiding under blankets. But not tonight. I rush to my mother, quickly telling her the news as she gives me a hug. I rush upstairs, texting the group chat as they start planning how I could impress your family.

I fall asleep after messaging you again, my phone in hand and a website about the flower language open.

[jacepens]

Hey, how u doing? I wanted to ask for you for indications on washette fanfics, what are the best that you have

p.s. and yes, I do want to hear as well about yours in that list as well, 'cause they're gold

Hey! I'm doing alright:) Thanks for asking! What about you? (is this the correct tumblr to anon etiquette?)

Oh goodness this is such a loaded question because the answer is many. I hope you're alright with a big list sorted by category <3

Fluff! Fluff!!

The French Mistake

One of the first washette fics I read, so it holds a special place in my heart. A little silly, a little lams, ultimately very cute and good time.

Under the Arches of Moonlight and Sky

Just very good, cute, soft weary bed sharing. (this is only wholesome, I swear)

Let's Dance

Short, sweet fic with dance instructor George and our beloved two left feet Laf:)

I Like You Better in Real Life

Did someone say Influencer/Youtuber!Laf and President!George?? No??! Well start and read this fic. Seriously, it's a longer one, and just really damn cute. A bit of slow burn in terms of internalized homophobia (done in a good way) and trans Laf?? Yes. It's really so good.

The Prince

Ok, ok, it's one of mine. The one chapter is deceiving, it's decently long and featuring Prince!Laf and Royal Knight!George!:) Also magic!! angst, fluff, denial of feelings but then of course love confessions;) after angst though, don't worry haha.

Fathoms and Foundlings

Ooooohh boy. This. This one. Mermaid Laf and regular ol George! So so so well written, I mean, the feelings, the war, the weather, literally everything you can name, it's spectacular in this fic. Be warned, it is incomplete, but I remember when the latest chapter was released when I lost all hope (plus the author is still active) so I definitely don't count this one out of being updated!:) But, I'll be honest, I'm unsure about it being finished BUT I still think you should 1000% read this because you really will not find something like it anywhere else and it's just so cute!! Did I mention fucking amazing?

Whom can we trust now?

Platonic washette!! Really well written and just altogether really well put together!:) comfort after Arnold's betrayal! Seriously, I highly recommend this fic it's just so perfect of their relationship and cuuute.

The Particulars of Language

Oh goodness. Oooh goodness. This is so so cute. A nice little blend of angst and fluff and did I mention internalized homophobia? (In a good way, if that makes sense) Also so well-written by an incredible author, I just- language confusion. Need I say more??

Marque

Ok, ok, it's been too long since I read this one, so I will say, it is very tentatively going in this category. I just love soulmate au washette! Angst! Kidnapping? ...no final chapter. So I'm not sure, it could've been planned on ending very happy and fluffy! I do believe overall, this leans on the darker side, but I know I really love this one and they love each other. I want more washette soulmate aus.

Breaks your heart, puts it back together

what's my name, what's my station

Oh God oh fuck it's this one. (said with love). Brutal? Hot? Expanding my vocabulary?? An incredibly beautiful use of metaphors??? Actually feel like crying when I read it. Yeah. This is amazing.

May the Melody Disarm Us

Oh Godd oh Fuck it's this one. (maybe I should change this section's title) this one isn't even angsty per se, it's just like...brutally beautiful. They love each so much but oh my god. The metaphors, the way the author sets the scene and environment and everything! Ugh. So so good.

Let Down My Guard

Oh dear lord in heaven above preserve me. I'm gonna be dramatic but there are simply not enough words in the universe I have that can describe how I feel about this fic and how damn incredible it is!! And boy do I mean it when I say this one breaks your heart and puts it back together. I have seriously never sobbed over any piece of fiction like I did this. Just ahhhh. The feelings they develop for each other, the confusion of cultures, the secrets revealed?? I didn't even tell you Laf is a mermaid yet. Just- please. Please read this. It will rip your heart out, but it will put it back together. But really, this is just a fucking masterpiece and so so beautiful.

Porn With Plot

that dress you like

Very nicely done smut + feels! (Did I mention how nicely it's all done?) Oh! Did I mention genderqueer Laf? Yes.

Mon General / My Marquis

Ok the only reason this is going in this category is because I find the others up there more heart-breaky than this one. I love this one!! The historical details! Their loving relationship!! Very very good and lovely. With some angst of course.

The Mistranslation

Oh God oh Fuck it's this one. (I'll be saying that a lot). Would you like all these categories put into one beautiful fic?? Here it is, here. It's incredible. Please read it. It's free serotonin. (Did I mention incredibly written??)

The Things I Would Do to You

Ahhh ok. So. Super duper sweet, lots of angst sprinkled throughout but Laf's visit to Mount Vernon + feels + (smut). Need I say more??! Seriously, this is wonderful.

Not So Easy to be the Teacher's Pet

Oh. Oh god it's this one. So this is borderline Oof (Laf is 17) but if that does not bother you, then you are in for a treat!(??) Ok but really, lots of feels, denial of feelings, way-too-sweet-for-his-own-good Lafayette and poor confused George. Just fantastic.

Devil to Pay

Hoooo boy. If you like pirates or sea adventures, (hot pirate captains. I'm just gonna say it) then I'm literally begging you to read this. Kidnapped noble Laf?? Slowly falling for the pirate captain Washington?? Not to mention so many maritime details and wonderful emotions, beautifully crafted just. Spectacular. Please, read it if you haven't. Even if pirates don't appeal to you, they will after this fic.

A secret weapon

Ahhhh!!! Thiiiiiis. Is everything. Ok, yes, it includes more than washette, but I mean come on, it's (sexy) demons. It's desperate Washington trying to win a war and fight his gay feelings (guess which fight he wins?) But also, super well written and detailed and feels!! I adore this fic, and the whole series is a treat. Go read it. It's wonderful, you won't regret it.

Oof (not in a good way)

The Sweet Enjoyment of Partaking

If the not-so-sweet side intrigues you more, this is one of the few washette fics that I do love and is...not so nice. It's really good as a not nice piece! Pretty straightforward and fucked up. Ya (I) love to see it.

Transmutation

Oooohhhhhh. This is a fic I didn't read for a while just because I didn't know what it was but boy let me tell you, it is soo good. I'll say it's not as oof as the fic above, but oooh maaaannnnn. I don't know how to describe it just, don't expect sweet things, but if darker takes are your thing please go read this. You will not regret it. It's so damn good.

OW

Day One Way, By Night Another

Ok ok here me out. This one might seem a bit random and it is. It's very short and for the longest time I didn't read it until I did and said ow because ow!!? I find this has the most impact going in unarmed so...watch out. (but like check it out. it's just so unique I really do love it)

Once More, With Feeling

Oh GOD. This one is quite brief and straightforward but if you are looking to rip your heart out with feels and angst then boy do I have the perfect fic for you. But seriously, it's so well-written and just expresses all the feelings so so perfectly. But at what cost? (Pls read it)

A Beautiful Tragedy

Hello darkness my old friend. Ok but seriously, this fic still remains so impactful in my own mind just as the writer. It's not a happy ending, but I try to leave you with hope. Pretty music that I highly recommend listening to, I don't know. I think it's really good, I don't say that often about my own stuff soo if you're ok with heavy amounts of angst and pretty aesthetics then check this ok!:) (but guard your heart, sorry not sorry<3)

Porn Without Plot

Betrayals and Allies

So, admittedly, this one very tentatively goes into this category because I find compared to the others, this one has less feels and less focus on it, but don't get me wrong this is very emotional!! It displays their relationship and love so cutely (and smutily..? new word) and as extra bonus it fills in the gaps of the deleted scene from Turn. You know the one;) It's very good!!

Cold Nights

Look at me adding another of my own. This is super duper short, but I kinda like how the emotions turned out. I think this was the beginning of my first dive into my current style of writing so that's cool I guess? But yeah no, it's porn without plot lol.

What Good is Honor When You're Starving?

Oh dear, another of mine in this category. I barely put this here, but the main focus is on the smut, but there are many many feels aplenty. Oh wait, did I mention vampire Laf? George definitely not falling in love... but really, I like how this one turned out!:) Good sexy vampire times (with feelings)

Ah wow! You stuck with me! Thank you! I...tried to keep it brief. This is not an exhaustive list by any means btw, there were a few (many) I decided to cut because I wanted this list to be all encompassing of many authors, styles, etc.

But anon, thank you for the ask and giving me the chance to rant about my favorite fics! My apologies on taking so long to finish, I hope you can understand my life has been a little hectic, but I always try to make time for washette;)

Thank you!!<3

[lunaekalenda]

I LOVE YOU AND YOUR WRITING SJDNWIFHBIR. May I request a levi x female reader oneshot where the reader has a really good singing voice and levi knows about it, but she can also rap really fast (like nicki minaj or doja cat) and levi doesn't know this bc she is a bit shy. She has this really hot and raspy voice(if you know what i mean) and one time levi catches her in the middle of a rap.

ofc! thank you so much for your words!! LOVING YOU BACK <3! i hope you like it! :D and i hope i get right what you asked hun!

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song lyrics used: say so - doja cat

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He thinks that the day he listened to you was the most magical of all. How your voice sounded so raspy, so broke while you sang that song on the campfire. You were Porco's guest for that dinner and you easily caught Levi's attention, woth your voice and charisma. Your personality was also so attractive that Levi couldn't help but to fall in love.

After all this time dating, there's nothing you don't know about the other, or so he thought. It was a long day at work, but Levi is happy because it is oficially weekend. He walks home quietly, thinking about all the things you two can do this weekend: bake, watch some films, get tanned outside, swim...

"I'm home!" he says. Strangely, he doesn't het any answer, even when you usually speak to him back fast. He tries again while he undoes his tie. "Baby, I'm home!" No response again. He tries to stay calm. Maybe you had to make some tasks and that's why you aren't here. It isn't rare, your fridge needs to be filled and your house needs the commodities to live. But you usually tell him when you go out.

Cold sweat starts to chill Levi's body. His hands are gripped to his pants and he looks around, but then he listens steps. That made his heart race. What if someone entered your house and you're on danger? He takes the closest thing that can serve as a weapon -in this case, a fire poker. - and he starts to go upstairs. He opens quietly your shared room door, fearing the worst, but he finds you, your earbuds on and dancing with the vacuum. He was about to talk to you, trying to breathe, but you surprise him.

"Let me check my chest, my breath right quick; He ain't ever seen it in a dress like this; He ain't ever even been impressed like this; Prolly why I got him quiet on the set like zip; Like it, love it, need it, bad; Take it, own it, steal it, fast; Boy, stop playing, grab my ass; Why you actin' like you shy?; Shut it, save it, keep it pushin'; Why you beating 'round the bush?; Knowin' you want all this woman; Never knock it 'til you try"

Levi can't hide his smile when he hears you rap. You're extremely good at it, goddess, is there something your voice can't sing? How your deep tone made the song ten times hotter makes Levi want to hear you for the rest of his life, so talented and good at it. You turn around with the vacuum, yet with your concert, unti you find your starstruck boyfriend on the door. It makes you jump a little. Oh, he heard you rap? You try to make a normal conversation, hoping that he didn't listen to it.

"Oh, Levi, welcome. I didn't hear you, sorry."

"But I heard you. Baby, you rap so well." he says, his hand getting yours and turning off the vacuum to avoid the little noise it makes. "You sing, you rap... is there something you're not brilliant at?" he asks. Your cheeks turn reddish while he pulls you closer to him, giving your hi kiss on your forehead.

"I'm not that good..." you say.

"Oh, goddness, you nailed that rap." he says. You smile for him. "You are so good at it, why don't you take an audition for a discography? Maybe they like your style and let you publish with them!"

It was your dream since you where little. Publish CD's and let people enjoy your music, but nobody noticed your voice until he did. He encourages you to levels you didn't know that existed, and this words he said made your eyes shine with happiness and your hands to hug him stronger.

"You think I can do it?"

"I think you can break the top songs lists. Go for it."

[dracothedeatheatingcupcake-ao3]

Hey, what about "fuckin"

Since.. you know it's mondo haha, laugh.

Dude, I straight up looked up how many times I used the word f*ck (yes, I censor my curses when I'm not writing fic. Yes, I understand how silly that is) because I was curious earlier, and it was well over 5,000 times (5,664, to be exact), including past and future tenses. The fic so far is 250,000 words. That means 2% of this fic is just the word f*ck. Sh*t was used about 2,500 (2,592 exactly) times, d*mn 600 times (less than I thought, to be honest, since that includes godd*mn, which had about 500 alone), d*mmit 37 times, and b*tch 41 times. Mondo is a foul mouth little boy who needs some gosh darn soap for his gosh darn potty mouth.

Because of this, I legit don't think I can do this request. I can straight up take any given paragraph and use it, ha. The only time I use f*ckin' in the story is during dialogue, most of which is shown in TPWP. But you know what? I'll take a look during the scenes that are unique to this story, ones without Taka, and see what I can find. I was curious if anyone would try a curse word, though, ha.

UPDATE: OH MY GOD I JUST LEARNED THAT MY HUGE FILE FOR ALL OF TPWM DIDN'T HAVE TWO CHAPTERS. WHICH MEANS THIS STORY IS EVEN LONGER THAN I THOUGHT. SORRY, I'M JUST FLOORED BY THIS. TPWM IS ACTUALLY 20K SHY OF 300K WORDS. TPWP ONLY HAD A LITTLE UNDER 200K WORDS BY THE SAME POINT IN THE PLOT. I'M SORRY TO DERAIL HERE, BUT I'M HONESTLY TERRIFIED BY THE LENGTH OF TPWM. HELP.

As it stands, the f*ck total has gone up to 6,299 instances. Mondo used the word f*ck 634 times in two chapters. I....... may have over done it with curses. Oop.

Anyway! I found a scene from a chapter that I added to TPWM since it got too long to go where it went in TPWP and I split it into it's own chapter. This chapter is why TPWM goes from two chapters out of order with TPWP to one in my little explanations for where these segments come from. It occurs right before the fall festival, when Mondo is waiting for Taka to finish getting the festival ready. I added quite a bit to have it all make sense, so it's a a pretty substantial segment. I also think I may have updated this chapter from what I have on my computer, I'll have to check my phone's note app later, but this should be fine for these purposes. Just know it may be different when I actually post in several months, since I recall extensively updating this chapter, but not if I emailed myself the document with the updated version. I hope y'all like!

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Fuckin': “Okay, then tell me... what /is/ your type, huh? ‘Cuz we’ve been friends for two months now and I can’t figure that shit out. You say that Maizono is hot, but too high maintenance. You say Chi is pretty, but too timid. And every other chick we talk about gets the same treatment! Always some problem or other. What chick could possibly hold up to your impossible fricken standards? Maybe that’s why you can’t score a date. You’re too picky. And don’t fricken get offended, I’m just saying, shit.”

Mondo clenches his fists again, the anger inside him rising. /Again/. He glares at Leon bitterly, his insides squirming with his rising rage. Fuck, does he want to let that shit out and just fucking /scream/ at this jackass. To not be forced to listen as his so called ‘friend’ insults him. But... he’s been doing his best to work on shit like this. On not exploding over simple shit. Taka always is saying careless things that sound rude on the surface, but actually aren’t, so he’s had to practice not blowing up over tiny slights. But it sure as shit is a close thing... Leon sure is lucky Mondo is friends with Taka and that he is trying to learn to control his anger, shit...

“Okay, this is your last fucking warning. Shut the /fuck/ up! So what, I know what I like?! Not everyone is fuckin’ content chasin’ after anythin’ with legs! God fuckin’ /dammit/, shit!” Mondo curses, fighting to keep his voice level down. Leon is glaring at him now, and Mondo is more than content to glare back. But if that motherfucker says /one more thing/...

Luckily, again, Leon seems to realize this. It takes him a moment, but soon he is sighing, his shoulders relaxing from the tense bunch and his face no longer all pinched and angry. Hrm...

“Shit, man. I’m not trying to offend, goddamn. I just mean... seriously. What /is/ your type? Maybe if you tell me, I can try and help you find someone who matches. Or is at least close, shit... ‘cuz seriously, man. You honestly don’t seem interested in chicks, not gonna lie.”

Shit. Shit. /Shit/, the fuck does he fucking mean by that?! Not... not interested in chicks?! Is he- is he trying to- to /imply/ something, is he- h-he-

Mondo’s racing thoughts get interrupted by Leon again, the teen’s voice softer than it had been, though it still holds a hint of agitation.

“I can see you fricken overthinking over there. Look, I know I say shit that can be considered rude, but I would have thought you’d know by now that I don’t fricken mean it that way. I’m not trying ta insult you. I just wanna help. Okay? Shit...”

Okay. Okay, okay. Mondo... /did/ know that, yeah. It’s one of the reasons he still isn’t sure if he actually enjoys hanging around Leon or not, as big a douchebag as he can be. But the teen has some good parts and does seem to like hanging out with him... plus, it ain’t like Mondo’s not the exact same, so it would be fucking hypocritical if he were to get angry at the teen for it... ugh. Fine. /Fine/. He won’t get angry. /This time/.

“Ugh. Whatever, dude. But I am, alright? Interested in chicks. I ain’t fuckin’ gay! Not that there’s any fuckin’ problem in bein’ gay, but I fuckin’ ain’t! But since ya asked... fine. I’ll tell ya. But if you fuckin’ laugh at /anythin’/, I will straight up knock you the fuck out, don’t think I won’t!” Mondo growls, glaring at Leon again.

Leon rolls his eyes at the bluster, but nods readily enough, leaning in so their conversation can be a bit more private. Ugh... fine. Here goes nothing...

“Just... I don’t want a fuckin’ one night stand or shit like that, okay? When I look fer chicks, I’m lookin’ fer someone I think I can, ya know... /be with/. Fer longer than a fuckin’ night. Daiya always had some chick or other in his room, an’ he seemed ta enjoy that kinda shit, was always polite an’ kind ta them and they were polite an’ kind back, but I... I never fuckin’ wanted that shit. Seemed... I dunno. Empty ta me. I always wanted somethin’ with more substance than that. So... I got my standards. Things I know would ruin a long-term relationship if a chick did or didn’t have it. Unlike what most people think, I do fuckin’ know what I’m like, shit. Ain’t exactly the easiest person ta talk ta or be close ta, an’ I fuckin’ know that. So just... shit. Fuckin’...”

Mondo feels discomfort rise inside him, absolutely /hating/ the goddamn /vulnerability/ he’s showing right now. He can feel that discomfort turning to rage, his body wanting so bad to flip the table and scream up a storm and head out to his baby and ride until he can’t ride no more, but before he can, Leon... Leon replies. Shit...

“Huh. That... that makes sense, shit. Didn’t realize ya’d be that kinda guy, but I get it, man. Ain’t no shame in it. Some dude’s just want commitment, an’ while I don’t personally care, I can respect that. But, uh... thanks for telling me that. Know ya don’t like saying shit like that, heh,” Leon mumbles, looking a little awkward, but mostly genuine. Fucking... huh. Wouldn’t have expected /that/ from the musician. It helps settle something inside of Mondo, making the anger fade. A little. Enough so he isn’t standing and storming off, at least.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Stop bein’ a little bitch ‘bout it,” Mondo mumbles back, his cheeks warm. Leon snickers, leaning across the table to push against Mondo’s shoulder, playfully.

“Alright, whatever. But dude, come on! Tell me. What is your type? You’re being so cryptic, shit. If we’re gonna act like goddamn school girls, might as well go all fricken out, shit. What, ya only like chicks who are cross eyed or something? I mean, hey, if that’s your thing-“

“Oh, shut up, ya jackass,” Mondo laughs, shoving back, snickering at the ridiculous fucking eyebrow wiggle Leon does. Bastard.

After a moment, Mondo sobers up and lets out a forceful sigh, his shoulders tensing at the question. He doesn’t like talking about shit like this, damn. It always embarrasses him, even though it’s perfectly natural to have a type, ya know? But... ugh. Fine. Dudes talk about this shit, he knows that. His gang would always talk about shit like this, talking about what kind of chicks (or dudes, for those who favored dick) they liked. It ain’t anything to be embarrassed about, right? Shit...

“But ya know what? Fine. I’ll tell ya. Again, laugh an’ ya’ll regret it, but... I’ve got a few standards that matter most. First, chick has ta be hot, duh. Or at least she’s gotta care ‘bout her ‘ppearance, ya know? Ain’t gonna date a chick who don’t put any care inta how she looks, shit. Second, she, uh... she’s gotta care ‘bout shit. Like... she’s gotta have drive or shit like that. Somethin’ she‘s passionate ‘bout. Can’t have someone who is just... passive, ugh. Third... shit. I dunno, she’s gotta... gotta be patient an’ shit. Understandin’. ‘Cuz, ya know... ‘m kind ofa fuckin’ douchebag, heh. Shit...”

Mondo pauses for a second, hating how warm his cheeks feel, but Leon isn’t looking at him weird. He just... shit. Looks thoughtful and shit. Hmm... whatever, don’t fucking matter. Taking a deep breath, he averts his eyes and continues.

“Fourth... she’s gotta- gotta... gotta be fuckin’ kind. Nice, ya know? Don’t wanna be stuck with a stuck up bitch, goddamn. An’ this ain’t a make ‘r break thing, but I’d like her ta care ‘bout other people an’ shit. Wanna help others. Shit like that. An’... an’ fin’lly, uh... she’s gotta have her own mind. Her own ‘pinions. Can’t be afraid ta say what she thinks. Maybe even be a little stubborn, ta even out my stubborn ass. There’s some other, smaller stuff, but mainly... shit. Main thing is, she’s gotta be able ta put up with me. Which, uh... ain’t exactly easy, shit. Now, ya fuckin’ satisfied? Gotta tell ya my preferred sex positions or somethin’, or can we let this shit drop now? God fucking damn...”

Mondo looks up at Leon then, his insides a fucking /mess/. Fuck, but he hates being open like this. If he were talking to /Taka/, then shit, that shit would be just fine. Taka don’t ever fucking judge, he’s too fucking nice for that. But he ain’t talking to Taka. And Leon... while he’s a decent guy at times, he can be the biggest fucking douchebag at others. And Mondo is honestly tired of getting angry every five seconds, shit.

However... the look Leon is giving him is hard for him to decipher, even as good as he is at that kinda shit. He... he is definitely giving Mondo a Look, but what it means is just... baffling. He honestly looks kinda... constipated, the fuck...?

“Holy shit. Okay... shit. /Shit/. I... I know this is gonna make ya lose your shit, but ya know what? Whatever. We’re friends an’ I think /someone/ has gotta say this shit ta you, at least once.” What... the fuck... Mondo is getting super fucking freaked, especially at the kinda panicked but also /determined/ look that is rising on the musician’s face, which is... so fucking concerning... “But... damn. Ya- y-you do realize... shit. You do realize that you /straight up/ just described Ishimaru... right? L-like... every single thing ya said matches the tightass to a fricken /tee/. Well, outside of the ‘hot’ one, but I guess he does seem to care about his appearance, s-so there is that. But, uh... shit. He’s got drive, he cares about people, he can be patient and he sure as shit can be stubborn... ain’t afraid ta say his mind... almost a little too unafraid of that, h-heh... an’ he, uh... he most definitely seems more than capable of putting up with your ass, goddamn. U-uh... ya know. Shit like that...”

Holy... shit. Holy, goddamn, motherfucking /shit/!

Mondo is fucking /frozen/ again, eyes wide as they glare at the table, unable to meet Leon’s /goddamn/ stare. Because... n-no. That ain’t... /no/, fucking... /no/. W-while yeah, Taka /is/ all of that shit, it’s not... it doesn’t mean anything! That- that’s just why they work so well together, that’s it! Just because the kid checks all his boxes means nothing! He... he ain’t fucking gay, shit! How many goddamn times does he gotta /say that shit before people realize he fucking means it, god fucking damn/-

(Occurs during chapter 12 of TPWM, corresponding kind of with the end of chapter 13 and the beginning of chapter 14 of TPWP. Also, I have no idea what male friends talk about. Girls? Do they... do they talk about girls???)

[blxxdyvalentine19xx]

Who The Fuck Is Jessica?

Blackbear x jxdn

Song: Angels & Demons (acoustic) - jxdn                          

Coming down off the high of his first real solo festival gig; Jaden looked up when he felt a hand in his hair. His eyes taking in the fact that the hand belonged to Matthew. "H-hi" they weren't really out to their friends so the man even being here spelled out danger in his nerves. "H-ow... you said you couldn't..." Jaden struggled to form a decent conversation and swallowed as Matthew knelt down so they were at the same level.

"Hey" he smiled hearing Jaden pick up a nervous stutter. "Colson insisted I come" saying it made it obvious that Matthew now needed to explain a few things. "We have to talk like now" he never intended on catching real feelings for the punk but fell hard the last few months. "Kells found out about u..." Matthew hesitated and looked up to see Colson watching them from across the room.

"Co-" Jaden's head snapped around to the rapper across the room. "Found what out exactly?" He asked, the idea of someone knowing he'd been hooking up with another man terrified him. He wasn't out. "Like fuck we need to talk that's serious!"

Matthew bit back a sigh and shook his head as a wide eyed Jaden looked back to him again. "It's a lot but he's the only one that knows as far as I know." A part of him felt sorry for the situation taking the turn it was currently in and seeing the boy in a state of frozen panic did something.

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He shook his hands out before placing them on the back of his head; his jaw set and his body tense as Matthew looked at him from the hotel room couch. "How the fuck did Kells find out we've been hooking up?" Jaden turned almost on a dime and looked at the singer. "Matth..." he needed the man to say something, anything to explain what happened.

"I don't have an answer" Matthew didn't have an answer for the man "fuck, jaden, I just don't " he didn't have the words he knew Jaden desperately wanted to hear from him.

Jaden looked at the man as he shut his eyes, taking a slow breath. "Well he found out somehow so which one of us fucked up?"

He looked up, settling his attention on Jaden. "I only ever mentioned it once but your name came up" Matthew leaned forward, elbows at rest on his knees.

Dropping himself onto the bed, he looked up at the ceiling. "What exactly did you say?" Jaden knew it was common place in EST to talk about hooks ups.

Matthew was about to speak when the door opened to Colson on the other side of it. "Oh so now you show up, say your piece then." He sighed and tipped his head back, tension filled the room.

Colson looked at his two friends and ran a hand through his blonde locks, the ghost of Rook's fingers lingering as the drummer had been playing with it before. "Look..." he hit his lips and cleared his throat.

Jaden lifted his head; looking at the rapper as he set himself on the edge of the bed. "By all means, speak, I wanna hear what the fuck happened" he almost spat the words as he was on edge.

Looking at bear; Colson shook his head and sighed. "I sort of put the pieces together when Travis said you two had been hanging around the studio together, then Angels and Demons went gold and text from you popped up on bears phone."

He looked up as the revelation that Travis let it slip. "Ohh" Matthew hadn't thought that one through as they'd been all over one another one time when Travis had walked in. "Shit"

Realizing where they'd fucked up; Jaden looked from Kells to Matthew and sighed. "And me recording with my shirt off didn't help, Travis would have pieced it together that the hickeys were from matty." He sighed; running his hands over his face.

Matthew blushed at the nickname and looked to Jaden. "So we both messed up then" he mumbled before looking at Colson again.

Raising an eyebrow, Colson looked at Jaden as the man called bear "Matty?" He gave the singer major side eye and crossed his legs. "Okay, spill" Colson needed the story and wanted to know where the two were headed. "And who the fuck is Jessica?"

Jaden dropped his head and groaned as Colson brought up 'Jessica'. "Fuck" he got off the bed and went over to the couch. "So... 'jessica" he air quoted "is me" Jaden was impressed that as close as the name was it was a good cover. "I only figured that one out when you mentioned in detail something bear had told you and he was talking about me"

He grinned as Jaden confessed he'd found out that Jessica was in fact himself. "I was surprised you didn't figure it out then Kells."

Listening to Jaden's confession; Colson was red faced as he realized bear had been gloating about getting mind blowing head, and realizing it was Jaden he was taking about. "Ohh my god! You've..." he paled and got up realizing how oblivious he'd been to what his friends were up to. "I'm gonna head out, you two don't seem like a bad idea"

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Looking at Mqtthew; Jaden raised an eyebrow and tried not to laugh "you called me Jessica?" He grinned as the man looked at him from the floor. "You know he'll tease us about that if we ever tell the guys."

He smiled as Jaden ended up lauging about it "I couldn't just say I was fucking a guy or that I was you" Matthew grinned they talked about it. "Honest truth though, I feel in love with you somewhere between new years and July 4th" he spoke it out loud and shifted as Jaden came to sit in front of him."

"Eight months and you never said anything" he whispered when Matthew spoke the 'Love' word. "I didn't think I could say that I love you because you never let on that It wasn't just sex anymore." Jaden took Matthew's hands in his and let his breath catch as he let himself feel something for Matthew for once.

"Eight months you kept coming back, I kept getting addicted" Matthew had often found himself craving the feel of Jaden's hands on him as they were whenever the man was with him. "I kept saying it was onlt sex but I was falling for you" he started to get up and pulled Jaden with him. "I need you around at this point, I hooked on you"

Jaden dreaded the leaving more everytime they would hook up to the point that he'd spend the next day holed up wishing it was just them. "As long as we aren't just a hook up anymore, I hate the leaving" he spoke as he walked the toward the bed. "I do have feelings you know?" He teased as Matthew's arms came around his waist.

"You never did like the leaving" he pulled Jaden in; kissing him softly as the man teased. "So I've figured out today" Matthew pulled Jaden down with him when the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed. "You mad is a look though" he filed it away that pushing Jaden off may not be the best idea.

"I fucking hated it" Jaden grinned as he was rolled over so he was below Matthew. "Tried to make it last becuase I knew it could be a while when we got busy with stuff."

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Matthew's fingers wrapped around Jaden's hips as the man's back arched; he bit his lip when Jaden rolled forward on his dick. "Godd" he mumbled out when a broken moan fell from Jaden.

Arching forward; jaden gripped the headboard keeping himself up as Matthew's dick hit his prostate sending a shock of pleasure through him. "Matty" he whined as fingers gripped at his his thighs guiding him at Matthew's desire.

Rolling Jaden's hips; he arched up into the man holding him in place. "Fuck I missed you calling me that." Matthew watched as Jaden's hole was pulled tight around him. "Shit, look at you" he moaned when Jaden leaned backwards changing the angle.

[jakeyuni]

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[hobidreams]

Hi Rain 💕 I'm such a big fan of you and especially the MLT drabbles! I swear they're absolute gold! Your writing is on point and the story really captured my heart. But more than anything, I was struck by the library scene of May 1861 in which Yoongi and Y/N were both simply enjoying eachothers company in this calm moment. 😭 You described the way he looked to Y/N in that moment so breathtakingly well that I couldn't get the image of it out of my head for several days!

SO I MAY HAVE GONE A LITTLE FAR but I made you something 👉👈

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(I feel like it may be a bit inappropriate to link a smut fic on my insta acc where my colleagues and friends can see it tho askdksj I'm sorry, I would love to give you more credit than that but I hope you like it anyway!! 💕 Please stay safe, healthy and well up! - Love, PANDART, the loser without an artist tumblr acc 😭😂)

CUE ME SOBBING 😭😭😭😭😭 oh my GODD THANK YOU FOR THIS ART!!!! im so, so happy that that drabble captured you because it’s one of my favorites as well. i spent so long staring at a pic of Yoongi for that particular description of him in the sun 🥺 i just. wow this means a lot to me. thank you so much for taking the time to create this GORGEOUS piece of work. wow. the colors you use are so phenomenal. the texture of his hair is just. gorgeous adsfljk each strand feels like a little line of gold. the cozy vibes of the whole thing... ugh im in LOVE ..... your skills are just top notch. i cant thank you enough 🥺🥺🥺 i will treasure this forever. please take care as well. danke!!! 💕

[icharchivist]

hello icha!! i finally got around to finishing the stranger haha,, by which i mean i just watched it today. was veryyyy excited for it as i really like the poster design for this one. anyways. this event starting w/ the sort of portrait format or whatever / that narration is like. god. threw me right back to autumn troupe. I kind of love that the storytelling format itself is so distinct for autumn! the moment I realized it was omi I started getting teary… like oh man oh man… omi…. And the connection with him taking photos! ahh!! now that I think about it… omi kind of seems a bit like early version tsumugi, huh? also I keep forgetting this man is a college student lol. suspension of disbelief I suppose. onto the play i think like. mankai should invest in a fainting courch for tsuzuru. i also went to watch the play and 1) im betting yuki had a hell of a time costume design wise like the vines on the body? such fun costuming wise and 2) the ethical implications of whatever this play has,,, fun fun. tsuzuru was clearly having some kind of thoughts. i love zeros design and am always up for a3 characters crossdressing bc 1) i think its fun and 2) the costume design. i also dearly wish this whole thing was animated bc I feel like it’d be o fun to see taichi act as zero. or at least I hope this event gets full voiced one day... moving on to the scene where omi adds soy sauce to the paella I know it’s just like haha homare funny so lets five him a lil bit but like everyone in autumn troupe making their comments on the paella and like homare just jumping in. homare autumn troupe besties. just thinking. also the way they just r like. no no no omi it’s fine if u made a mistake!! it’s ok! we like it (you) anyways <3 it’s got it’s own special taste. something something omi’s perfectly pleasant as he is now but even if he weren’t on his a-game and was dealing with all of the biker gang stuff they would love him just as hard. another thing that got me was omi telling banri that he’ll give him something sweet so juza will stop grinding his teeth in his sleep… guys… guys you’ll give him cavities…. mb omi is a college student after all lol.

anyways when i saw the actual costumes. appreciative of them, i like the lil circuit-esque detailing on banri’s outfit, and that sakyo and taichi (nine and zero) both share that like collar detail? its very symbolic and probably also literal but its a nice way to sort of signify their relation to each other visually! also sakyo just looks nice. seeing him without glasses is so great. whoever thought up the like two mole detail for him was doing gods work.

something that confused me was ryo mistaking juza for nachi for a split second? like. does juza… look similar to nachi? or was it just that ryo only heard juzas voice and made that mistake. if it’s appearance wise too. kumon nachi confirmed. I’m joking lol bc I feel like I would’ve heard at least something abt it in one of the like small conversation comments, plus that doesnt seem like itd fit summer troupes style and kumon is for sure the wrong age… but still.

i really like how for this event, the roles for taichi and omi were kinda reversed. and taichis just so like. idk. smiley. rly lifts ur spirits. its kind of nice how this event contrasts to that cg where taichi is crying on omi. I also think like. idk. considering the story of the stranger. wolf gives zero a sense of purpose and life and I think that zero helps wolf lose his apathy. it’s about “the stranger” and the ending makes him like… not a stranger, right? because he’s got a companion. in the same way, taichi brings omi out of his emotional isolation. the picture taking! also the stickers coming back… thats such a good setup! the found family of it all!!

when he was trying to work out zeros character as soon as taichi mentioned a sharp speaking style I KNEW it was Yuki… yuki would never be as honest as zero is though lol… to me i imagine she’s got a sort of juza internal monologue feel? anyways. the taichi yuki dynamic intrigues me. havent yet decided how I feel abt it but when I do… yes. sorry that I make literally no sense. I think it’s very obvious that yuki is my fav chara kind of? I’m just. hmmm it makes me think! I’ve been monologuing to myself abt the yuki and juza dynamic lately which, to my a3 knowledge so far, doesn’t exist, but its ok bc I’ll make it exist! uhhh anyways this event was very good i liked the pacing. i think it didnt drag too hard and it really properly honed in on just omi and taichi, which was quite nice. they really did a lot for just an event!

time to listen to the event song,,, ok so. ah. i rly enjoyed just for myself it was very much to my taste so. out of curiousity i was like ok lemme look up the composer / producer AND IT WAS YUYOYUPPE....... that guy is like!!!! one of my FAV producers ever!!!!!! i know him from like. his vocaloid days and god leia is still one of my fav songs to this day...! this knowledge gives me so much joy omg!!! like wow!! wowwww!!! like i knew yuyoyuppe was out there doing other stuff (i know he worked on a lot of babymetal music which is cool) but like idk. to suddenly encounter it like this. heheh.... its so nice! made me soooo happy. going to relisten to leia now haha

WAIT ONE MORE THING. i was like "haha let me look at other songs i remember liking a lot" which. for me was rakuen oasis and don't cry. anyways. rakuen oasis is ALSO by yuyoyuppe???? oh my god!!! oh my god... sigh. feel like im in heaven.

OH HI FRIEND!! so good to see you with an a3 update!! :D

godd yeah The Stranger started so strongly and the idea to still incorporate portraits in his story was really something to make us cry!

And linking Omi and Tsumugi like this is pretty interesting :O <hat is your reasoning exactly? :O

For the fainting couch for Tsuzuru LMAO and i'm letting you know there's a webcomics that addresses it in Act 2 (hough there's no spoilers aside from the fact Chikage is here)

Im glad you liked the costume and the play!!! yeah i love the designs and it is always a blast to see them this into it, and yeaaah Tsuzuru has thoughts huh. It'll get voiced sooner than later hopefully and there we'll see more in details :3c but also that's what made the seiyuu live so fun bc they perform the songs in play cosplay and replay a bit of the play everytime and it's *chief kiss*

HOMARE AUTUMN TROUPE SOLIDARITY YES. LOVING IT.

And yeah the scene itself was so cute TwT they all want to reassure Omi and be there for him it's so sweet :( but yeah i love how you say it all, Omiimi TwT

and dLKFJDFLKJFDFD Giving Juza cavities is the price to pay for sleep i guess??

yeah agreed on the costume they all look so cool! and nice catch on how those three seem linked like that with their costumes, Yuki (and the designers) does such a good job! and god yeah for Sakyo.. yeah. He has sucha good design dLKJFDF

aND DLKFJD yeah no Juza is supposed to look like Nachi physically, but mostly his face? like i think Nachi was had green hair? we see a sprite of him in a future story, and yeah, everything is in the eyebrows. so Kumon should be safe? Omi mentions he sees a lot of Nachi in Juza, and while it is mostly due to their passions i think, the fact they're also rough looking guy with a heart of gold must play a part as well. but yeah, he does look like Nachi a bit.

and i love your deeper analysis of the event yeah!!

I feel like Taichi is really an emotional core of the troupe in the sense that is, he tends to catch on what others are feelings easily. And he uses it in the early chapters to ease off the tensions and stuff, but he was being held back by knowing he was deceiving them. So now that he's more free, he can be more of himself. but yeah i also love the contrast with how Omi was the one to help Taichi through his breakdown and guilt, and now it's the other way around, it's Taichi helping him through it. and the parallelism between the play and their dynamic is spot on imo! well said!!

and god yeah the sticker things made me cry sO HARD, and the pictures! and everything!! sobs it's such a sweet found family i'm going to cry :(

And! i love what you say about Yuki, Taichi and Juza on this one. I love that Taichi keeps bringing it back to "that childhood friend" and it's always like. so obvious who it is for us rip. But it can make you wonder if Yuki was more honest as a kiddo when Taichi knew him, though now he's clearly not. I love the mention of how Zero is more like Juza's internal speech (which, if anything is another argument about why you should let Juza wear a dress, cOWARD)

but also your mention of the Yuki and Juza thing, while i can't think of them having a dynamic per se yet, but i actually wrote a post during my reread about how i was baffled at the fact they treated Muku the same way?? like both of them tried to push Muku away because they were scared of how people would react if they say pure, sweet Muku was associated to them. And i find it fascinating because i guess those two are pretty aware of how the world see them, and it used to stop them from fully allowing them to be themselves.

I also find it relevant with the fact Yuki says in his personal song that while all of this way people judge him weight on him, he rather be himself, and "I want to love myself". Meanwhile we have Juza who's also aware of the way people judge him and it weight on him, and he wants to change himself from this person he hates, this self loathing - and in a way, he can grow in a way to be "someone" he may not hate, even on stage. I feel like those two have quite a bit in common in this way of being rejected by their peers in some sort of way.

I really want them to share some stuff at some point because there's really a groundwork on it all :(

But i'm really glad you liked that event!! agreed on the pacing and i do love what it brings to the characters! it really fleshes them out and have them move forward a little and it's pretty sweet.

AND OMG THAT'S SO COOL FOR THE SONG!! i'm so glad you liked it, but that's incredible it turned out to be from one of your fav producer!!! ahah sometimes life is like that where you end up finding the stuff you loved back into new stuff! and the fact Rakuen Oasis was from him as well... that's so cool!!! just, so so cool!

im pretty sure he has more songs going forward so i hope you'll enjoy the ride even more!!

thank you once again for sharing your thoughts about a3 :3c it always makes me so happy to see them!!!

Thank youu <3 have a good day :3c

[todofuckingroki]

Shoto Todoroki headcannons

Ok first off what a baby.

Next, Shoto’s hero name is Shoto right?

Whenever I think of him as a hero, I think of that interview where he said he wanted to be the type of hero to put people at ease.

And just godd it makes sense that his hero name would be Shoto and not like ice flames or something crazy like what Bakugo tries to pull.

I mean first off its very like him,

Second, It means that people will have to call him by his first name and not his last, which I don’t see him avoiding but I think it takes the attention off his #1 hero dad.

Also

Because people are calling him his first name and they're in japan, usually either means you’re close or in just like a casual environment (it's not that stressed in high school I feel like but I for sure saw it with adults when I lived there) which is like a small thing but when he saves people it’s like its ok Shoto is here, it takes a bit of the stress of meeting a hero off of an already stressful situation just calling him his first name.

I have SO many opinions on that, god I love him.

I also may have cried about how calm and low key sweet this man is

He’s for sure the type of friend to pay a lot of attention to little details and get you something really sweet and meaningful for your birthday or any big day

But, he would never make a big deal about it, and probably gets vv flustered if you open it in front of him, so he’d find some inconspicuous way to slip it to you.

Like leave it on your desk with a little note of slip it in your bag quietly.

His small gestures, present, or note is probably so sweet it makes you cry.

And if you do open it and cry in front of him he will be SO flustered and panicked because oh no, oh no what did he do wrong? Wtf oh my god

It will take you a long second to reassure him that it is ok and these are happy tears, please don’t scare him like that!

Having him as a friend would be a gift in itself to be honest

Also he’s vvv obviously v patient and if you have a hobby or sport or something you asked him to help you with, he would probably do research on how to best do the thing you asked him for help with, and give you pointers.

Like if you asked him to help time your swimming he would time you but he would have studied up and be like “you can improve your speed and form if you keep your head tucked more when you come up for a breath, don’t forget to x”

He might come off a little overbearing, but he’s really just trying his best to help you and he won’t really understand why you’re upset but he will back off if you ask him to.

If Shoto Todoroki notices you’re upset he will not ask about it unless he really thinks he has to, but he will do a million tiny things for you without saying anything to try and make you feel better.

He’s just not the best at helping out with emotions and doesn’t want to risk making you feel worse!

Idk Shoto is the perfect man and no one can change my mind.

[scribbling-stiks]

Puppets - XXVIII - Touch-down

The remainder of the night is eerily quiet, and even when he is relieved from the watch, Russia can only manage to relax enough to stare up at the vast ocean of stars above him, but he's still far too jittery to sleep. The smell of rot is still vile, but being outside makes the smell almost bearable. 'I wonder if there is a water source nearby,' Russia thought.

Then something flashes in his peripheral vision. He sits up quickly and sees Texas and Canada grabbing their weapons.

"Oh," Massachusetts mumbles, "I thought you guys were sleeping."

"What are you doing?" Texas asks, lowering his club.

"Practicing some more magic," Massachusetts replies.

"Makes sense," Texas mutters.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," Massachusetts says, rubbing the back of his neck.

"You're good, Massy, just warn us next time," Louisiana replies.

Massachusetts nods before announcing, "I am practicing some spells that flash brightly." Louisiana flashes Massachusetts a thumbs-up.

Russia watches him practice. The spells explode like fireworks but slowly transition into more focused bursts of light. Eventually, Massachusetts looks satisfied with his results, and he begins trying to summon something that looked far more solid than his other attempts had produced.

Massachusetts strings together strange words and waves his hands around a mass of bright green light, with eyes half-open. The light condenses, and its outlines become more solid, but just before its shape is revealed, the light begins shaking. It illuminates the brief look of panic on Massachusetts' face before it implodes.

Massachusetts flies through the air for a few moments before landing hard on his back. Russia hops up and starts walking toward him.

"Massy, you good?" Texas calls from behind Russia. Massachusetts raises an arm and gives the thumbs up.

Russia sits back down. After a few moments, Russia sees Massachusetts back on his feet and shuffling over into the firelight, his book under his arm.

"Well, that didn't go so well," Louisiana teases.

"I know! I know. I'm trying to figure out why," Massachusetts rebuttals.

"Maybe your magic is just messed up," Louisiana teases.

"HEY!" Massachusetts shouts. Texas flinches, rubbing the sides of his head.

"Can y'all quiet down?" Texas asks. The pair look over, surprised.

"Are you okay, Tex?" Massachusetts asks, concerned.

"What? Oh-yeah. Y'all don't gotta worry 'bout it," Texas replies, waving off their concerns.

"You don't normally ask us to quiet down. What's wrong?" Louisiana questions.

"Just some severe weather in my state. Nothing y'all need to worry about, it's just giving me a bit of a headache is all," Texas soothes.

"You're still getting severe weather?" Massachusetts inquires.

"Every day of the year, Massy," Texas replies with a tight smile and finger guns.

Massachusetts sighs, but doesn't say anything else on the matter. Russia keeps an eye on Texas and notices that his face falls the moment the other states look away, contorting into a pained grimace.

Thankfully, the rest of the night is quiet, and, per Russia's insistence, they would not start their search until after sunrise.

As soon as dawn breaks, they pack their bags and enter the abandoned mine shaft. After walking through the mouth of the cave, Massachusetts stops.

"Oh, not this s*** again," Massachusetts complains.

"What?" Canada asks.

"There are more godd*** cameras. Look," he responds, pointing to a flashing red light on the ceiling.

"Should we knock 'em down?" Louisiana asks.

"Nah," Texas replies dismissively.

"Taz, now you're being really weird. Are you sure you're okay?" Lousiana asks, turning to face Texas.

"Yeah. I'll be fine. Should just be a thunderstorm, no tornados or nothing," Texas says, waving off their concern.

"A tornado? In fall?" Massachusetts says skeptically.

"My tornado season, especially in the northern part, is year-round,  Mass-hole. Now stop yellin' at me," Texas hisses.

"I wasn't yelling," Massachusetts mutters, his voice sounds confused and concerned.

"We should go back," Louisiana suggests.

"What?! No, I'm fine, Lulu. I'm fine," Texas insists, waving his hands as if to stop Louisiana.

"No, you ain't. You've been acting weird an' you ain't looking so good. We ain't going exploring if you're gonna get sick, Tex," Louisiana orders, her arms crossed.

"Look, I'm good. I ain't gonna get sick. We can keep going," Texas asserts, "we gotta look for Dad."

"Texas, all we have been finding is monsters. If you can't fight, then you shouldn't be going," Massachusetts remarks.

"Listen, I'm fine. We can't be stopping now. Come on," Texas grumbles, stomping ahead of the group.

Russia follows behind Texas, feeling a little worried for the state. Texas' breathing is labored, and he keeps stumbling over himself on shaking legs. He isn't even able to hold his light steady. Imagining being confronted in such a small space with Texas in such a state sends a pang of dread through Russia, and he grabs Texas' shoulder.

"That is enough. We are going back to the campsite until you are better," Russia says, pulling Texas back.

"No. I gotta look for dad," Texas mumbles.

"Dad may not even be here!" Massachusetts exclaims.

"I gotta keep looking," Texas insists, trying to walk forward, but Russia refuses to let him go.

Texas weakly tried to pull away, which only confirms Russia's suspicions that Texas is only barely able to stand and won't be able to fight anything. Russia pulls Texas out by the arm, and the others follow.

"No. Why are we doing this? I'm fine!" Texas yells, trying to shake off Russia's hand.

"If you were fine, Russia wouldn't be able to manhandle you like this, eh?" Canada asks.

"No. That don't matter! I-" Texas starts, before he hunches over and groans.

"Are you okay?" Russia asks. Texas doesn't respond. Instead, he begins to stumble, like a toddler who had just gotten off a spinning chair.

"Whoa!" Massachusetts exclaims, reaching out to help steady Texas. Russia readjusts his grasp and gently lowered Texas down to the ground. As soon as Texas is seated, he curls up on himself and holds his head. his breathing is heavier now and uneven.

"Are you okay?" Lousiana asks, placing a hand on Texas' back.

"It's a tornado... a big one... just touched down," Texas mutters, his eyes screwed shut.

"Anything we can do to help?" Massachusetts asks.

"I ain't gonna be flying back, so no," Texas snaps.

"Hey! I'm just trying to help," Massachusetts remarks.

"Well, don't!" Texas growls, and then he groans into his legs.

Russia finds himself standing aside, unsure of what to do. Texas is still curled into a ball of suffering, immobile. 'At least we are outside and not stuck in the mine,' Russia thinks, sitting down and making himself comfortable.

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