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[6okuto]

askie revival for you petunia YIPEEE !! ^_^

— if you could master any sport perfectly, what sport would it be and why ?

— if you were a demon in chainsaw man, what demon would you be ? does joke bear demon exsist in your au…

— follow up q, if you were to battle both aki & shoto, who do you think you’d have more of a chance winning against ?? do you have a special quirk/power that would give you the upper hand ?

ask revival 2024 !! 🍓

gonna be honest i immediately got distracted yesterday and didn't do my ask revivals. i'll be around after i eat my lunch [pointing emoji]

HM. maybe gymnastics or dance... not sure how you'd define being perfect though,, maybe just Really good. i'll go with dance! Don't want to compete, and dance is more likely to come up day-to-day + i already do it as a hobby so LOL

just so everypony knows if there was a joke bear devil similar to bucky the chicken devil i think we could be close companions. Hm. ....? Love 🩷 no one can match my freak 🩷 /silly but i think that'd be cool to see !!! or something simple like. storms. i'm a big storm fan

i've never thought of a power/contract for the csm universe... aki could beat my ass with a few punches... shoto i may be less fucked but i also don't have a quirk in mind. bigger fan of support/escape-y/illusion quirks than offensive... oh a version of yuuta's ct would be sick. anyway. i could Maybe beat shoto if i was locked in. sorry shoto....

[moonlightazriel]

What matters most /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: "i’m not sure if you taking requests but I was wondering if you could write something for Az where he has a whole mate and child/family and the IC doesn’t know bc he was to scared for people to know and therefore putting his little family in danger 😭 kinda just an angsty fluffy fic 🫶🏻"

Warnings: Mentions of injury, angst and fluff

Word Count: 2,4K

Notes: This request was so fun, i love this fic very much. Thanks again for the request anon ❤️❤️

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Tired eyes roam around, wings almost touching the ground, Azriel’s focus on the other side of Velaris as Rhysand kept talking about the same problems in the Hewn City. He really tried, but the tugs in his chest urged him home. To her.

“We need to go there next week.” Rhysand looked around, his eyes landing on the clearly distracted Shadowsinger. “Everyone must go.” He emphasised, making Azriel internally groan in annoyance. 

He wanted to ask for some time off, take his mate and their daughter on a vacation, enjoy their presence and just be with them for as long as he could. Rhys dismissed the meeting and he immediately jumped out of his seat. He wanted to be with her, hold her in his arms and tell her how much he missed her. A month away from his mate and their family was always hard, crushing his spirit and draining his energy until he was by her side again. 

Without a proper goodbye and completely ignoring Feyre’s invitation to stay for dinner, Azriel fled, his wings carrying him with the wind. The house on the outskirts of Velaris irradiated life. The faelights surrounding the garden welcomed him home, he happily sighed, pushing the door open and sniffling the air, chicken and herbs filled his senses, a tint of strawberry mixed with chocolate chips. 

He smiled as the strawberry scent grew stronger, and a pair of arms wrapped itself on his left leg. He looked down, the toddler, 3 years older than Nyx, moved herself around, the tiny wings slowly whooshing in the air as he scooped her up. 

“Mommy! DADDY’S HOME.” Little Selene screamed, and he kissed her cheek.

“How are you, baby? Did you take care of mommy for me?” The little girl nodded excitedly. 

“I did, and mommy took good care of me too.” Her arms wrapped around his neck and she kissed his face, loudly smacking her lips against his skin. 

“I don’t deserve a kiss too?” His beautiful mate appeared in front of him, some hair strands falling from the bun she always wore while she cooked, a dirty apron covered her front and she held a wooden spoon, Azriel never saw a much more beautiful sight in his entire life.

Placing Selene on the floor, he pulled her by the waist, his lips delicately brushing against her warm ones. Bliss was the only word close enough to describe the feeling of being in her embrace, being near them, his two girls, the two people he loved the most in this world.  

“How was the mission?” She asked, grabbing his hand and leading the way towards their bedroom. Azriel could see the candles illuminating the bathroom, and the bathtub filled to the brim with water and foam, his favourite soap filled his nostrils. She always had a bath ready for him, a pair of fresh clothes and a warm meal whenever he got home from a mission, he could stay two days away or two years, he would always get home to that. 

“Incredibly annoying, I couldn't wait to be done and come home.” He discarded his clothes, her hungry gaze watched his every move, he could hear her swallowing hard at his naked figure. He submerged in the hot water, his muscles relaxing right away, she sat by the tub, a cloth in hand and started to rub his back.

“And I couldn't wait to have you back home.” She rubbed a particularly hard spot on his neck that had him moaning in relief. He rested his head against her thigh, her long fingers stroked in between his hair, massaging his scalp. “Lene has a surprise for you.” She warned and he looked at her.

“What is it?” His wife giggled, and raised an eyebrow, which always indicated that she would keep quiet. He smiled at her, stealing the cloth from her hands and rubbing himself. “Then I'd better hurry up.” She nodded, getting up and heading out of the room. 

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆

“As we trained, baby.” Y/N spoke, the late night breeze was a comfortable relief against the hot summer night. Azriel sat by the porch, Y/N held Lene’s hand and the little girl looked at her mother for reassurance. “You won’t fall, and if you do, daddy and I are here to catch you, always.”

With a confident gleam in her eyes, Selene’s wings moved, forcing her body upwards, little by little she started to float, her little hands slipping out of her mother’s reach. Azriel watched in complete awe as his daughter flew, her little body being carried towards the main gate and back to her mother. A month ago, Selene couldn’t go anywhere without holding their hands.

He got up, clapping and urging her for another lap towards the gate and back to him. Her dark hair moved around in the wind, her flushed cheeks and her proud expression crashed against his chest. She squealed in delight as he held her, spinning her around.

“That was so amazing. My girl is growing up so fast.” He kissed her cheek. “Soon you will be flying faster than your old daddy here.” Selene nodded in agreement.

“I’ll be the fastest Illyrian in the world.” Her mother came up to them, her fingers poking her belly, making Selene squirm and laugh. 

“You will, my love. But now it’s time to go to bed, okay?” The little girl looked at her father, her mothers eyes looking at him. She was the perfect mix of them both. 

“You heard your mother.” He leaned to whisper in her ear. “We can’t disobey her, or else she’ll ground both of us.” Selene nodded, and they took her inside. Azriel placed her in bed, kissing her forehead and wishing her a goodnight, once again telling her how proud he was of her flight.

“She wanted to train all month.” Y/N said, removing the hair tie and letting her hair fall loose, she removed her clothes and reached for one of his old shirts that reached the middle of her thighs. “I wish I could teach her more.” 

Despite being a full born Illyrian, Y/N was born without wings, no one understood how this even happened, but Azriel was glad that she was spared from the wings clipping cruelty that still happened on the camp she was born. 

“You do more than enough, tonight just proved it. She’ll carry you when you’re too old to even walk.” She laughed, her beautiful smile plastered across her face.

“So I only get to fly when I'm in diapers?” She rested her head against his chest. 

“Okay, okay. I’ll take you flying tomorrow.” He rolled his eyes and she playfully slapped his chest. “You have no idea how much I love you.” He blurted after a minute of silence. “I’ll ask Rhys for some time off.”

“You will?” Her big eyes turned towards him, hope sparked in them. He knew he worked a lot, and she was very patient with him missing important things, but someone could only be patient to a certain point, he knew she would snap soon and he didn’t blame her. 

“I will, I promise to you.” She kissed his chest.

“I love you, Az.” He could see the excitement covering her tone even if she tried to hide it, he was going to ask Rhys after the trip to the Court of Nightmares, he was sure that he would understand. 

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆

Azriel fixed his leathers, the new syphon in his chest was a shade darker than the others, he had used his main one to make a ring for Y/N and a necklace for Selene, so they would always have an important part of him with them. The remaining of the stone was well guarded in case he needed to make more jewellery for Lene’s future siblings. 

“Everyone ready to go?” Rhysand’s voice sounded from somewhere behind him, but  before he could muster a response, a piece of paper materialised itself in front of him. At the same time, his chest was flooded by a wave of pure distress and fear. He shifted anxiously, opening the paper.

“Selene got too excited flying and she fell, i think she broke her arm. I’m taking her to the healers hall, please meet me there.” The words sank in his chest, she was eager to fly a longer distance because he had said if she could fly until she reached the tree a few feet away from their house, he would take her flying for a whole day. It was his fault.

He didn’t register the voices calling his name, he just wanted to get to Selene as fast as he could. He was halfway into the threshold, hand on the cold doorknob, ready to leave, when his body suddenly went completely still. He couldn’t move.

“I told you to stay.” Rhysand’s High Lord voice commanded and he growled, turning to him slowly.

“Let me go.” Azriel demanded. Rhys raised an eyebrow, he never had to use his powers on Azriel because he never failed to do his duty.

“Whatever is wrong with you, it's not more important than this trip, i told you everyone must go.” Everyone in the room could see the rage simmering in the Shadowsinger’s gaze, his golden eyes burning holes in Rhysand’s skull.

“I don’t want to fight with you. LET. ME. GO.” His pure will of being with his family pushed Rhysand’s restrainings away, they silently watched as he started to move.

“I already told y..” Rhysand was cut short by the furious laughter of Azriel.

“Nothing is more important than my daughter.” The words left his lips, leaving the whole inner circle astonished, his what? “Let alone that maggot who thinks he’s better than you.” Azriel turned around. “So I'll see you later.” And with that he left.

Azriel kept his little family hidden from everyone, even from the people he trusted the most in the world, cuz he could never forgive himself if something ever happened to them. The thought of having them kidnapped and used as a way to get to him, their bruised bodies and broken spirit always flooded his mind whenever he thought of revealing them to the world. They were his most precious treasure and he would do anything in his power to keep them safe from the people who could harm them.

“We need to go after him.” Feyre said, the distressed expression on his face completely shattered her heart. “And you will apologise, he would never fail his duty if it wasn’t important for him, you should’ve let him go.” She scolded and guilt filled Rhys’s violet eyes. He nodded, the Hewn City could wait, his brother was more important, and apparently his niece’s wellbeing too.

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆

As the inner circle arrives at the Healers Hall, they spot Madja, she’s talking to a female. The female holds a little winged girl tightly against her chest, the little girl has a cast on her left arm, her little eyes are red with tears, a wet trail down her cheeks and the cutest pout ever. Without needing confirmation, they just know that it’s them.

They slowly approach, Azriel’s eyes meet Rhysand, he’s holding a glass of water and heading back to the female’s side. She’s too focused on Madja to notice the group coming behind them. The little girl notices tho, her eyes looking curiously at them, her features painfully familiar to the male standing by her side. Azriel whispered something to the female as Madja left.

She turned to them, her hand smoothing the girl’s hair. They looked beautiful together, and they wondered if she was his mate. By the way he pulled her close, they could only assume that yes, she was his mate. They could only guess what reason he had to hide them, the family he always wanted, how heavy this secret might’ve been to carry alone.

“What happened to this beautiful girl?” Feyre asked, stepping forward. Selene looked at her parents for reassurance, the two of them nodded slowly.

“Tell what you’ve been up to, Selene.” The female’s soft voice sounded. Feyre almost laughed with the coincidence, certainly Azriel noticed it. Selene the goddess of the Moon and Nyx the goddess of the Night. 

“I wanted to fly like daddy, but I fell.” She lifted the cast to them. “Do you want to sign it?” Feyre nodded, despite looking like Azriel, she wasn’t as shy as he was.

“Not now baby.” He said, his eyes locked up in a staring match with Rhys. “Maybe later, when they come over for dinner.” The High Lord nodded, they wouldn't miss this chance of learning about this secret part of his life. 

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆

The house was cosy, in a quiet place, like they always pictured Azriel’s house as. Coloured markers were scattered around the living room table, everyone needed to pick one and sign Selene’s cast in order to access the rest of the house, as she happily demanded. Swirls of shadows, hearts, flowers and names marked her cast, she meticulously examined every single drawing, before happily dragging the three year old boy along with her, towards a pile of toys. 

Y/N, as she introduced herself, was moving around the kitchen, different aromas lingered in the air, Elain was immediately by her side, chopping vegetables. Feyre and Mor prepared the table, while Nesta watched over the kids. The females talked, getting to know all they could about Y/N and their family. She happily engaged in the conversation like they were long time friends.

Azriel, Cassian and Rhys sat by the living room, cups filled with liquor. Rhys wanted to apologise, so he cleared his throat, his violet eyes filled with regret. The two males stopped the chat, turning to him.

“I’m so sorry for how I acted. I should’ve assumed that you would never leave if it wasn’t important for you.” The Shadowsinger nodded. “I should’ve never stopped you.”

“And I should've told you, a long time ago.” He answered. 

“No, you didn’t have to.” Cassian intervenes. 

“He’s right, you had your reasons, I would've done the same for Feyre and Nyx.” Azriel smiled, knowing very well that he would, in fact, do the same if he ever needed to.

“I don’t want to hide them anymore.” He looked over to his mate, talking with his sisters in law, and his daughter, playing with her cousin. 

“Then we’ll be glad to be their protectors.” Rhysand spoke. Cassian reached for his and Azriel’s hand.

“As long as we live, they will be safe. All of them. That is a promise.” And their skins prickled, a tattoo forming to seal the bargain made between the three brothers. As long as they lived, their families would always be safe, no harm would ever get to them.

[satorisoup]

UWAHHH thank you so much for the tag dira !! (^∀^*) this seems like such a fun idea !! <3

ᰔ started writing ?

i started truly embracing writing as a hobby back in 2020 !! my first ever fic i wrote was on wattpad, and it was… a tmnt 2012 bf headcanons i fear… T^T and then it turned in to my hero academia, and from there things blossomed to now !! >//<

ᰔ started blogging ?

i started blogging i believe back in 2020/2021 for mha fanfics, that blog is long gone </3 but as for satorisoup, i started back in 2021 when i posted my first drabble of tendou, disappeared, started a tokyo revengers sideblog in 2022, disappeared again, and in 2023 i came back and haven’t left since !! :3

ᰔ followers ?

currently i have 748 followers !! i’m so incredibly happy to have met so many wonderful people here T^T i’ve grown so much and i appreciate all of my dear friends soso much !! <3

ᰔ communication ?

the people i talk to the most are definitely some of my closest mooties, and i’ve become very good friends with a few !! it’s incredible because in real life, i only have 1 friend who lives in another state !! :0 tumblr has given me such an amazing opportunity to meet so many people, and i couldn’t ask for better !! >.< i mainly communicate through asks, they’re supa fun to respond to !! sometimes dm’s make me a bit nervous, but i’m always willing to answer them if it’s a mutual or someone who may have a private question !! my best friend has a 3 hour timezone difference from me, so im pretty used to staying up late or waking up early >//< which means im not always too late to things on the dashie !! talking to mooties and anons, responding with fun lil questions, reading about things people love, all of it has to be one of my absolute favorite things on tumblr !! <3

ᰔ likes ?

sometimes i’m absolutely shocked to see how many likes i’ve gotten on a silly drabble !! and i appreciate every single one !! :3 however, sometimes as a writer, it can be a bit disheartening when a drabble that took you a quarter of the time gets more likes than something you put your heart and soul into </3 nonetheless, im always happy to see people enjoying my works !! my favorite thing definitely has to be reading reblogs that have tags, it always makes me giggle seeing other’s reactions to my works teehee !! >//<

ᰔ requests ?

my requests have unfortunately been closed for quite a long time now T^T i tend to feel quite sad about it because they seem fun !! but when i do have my requests on, sometimes i get a bit conflicted </3 i always want to put my best into my writing, so when writers block hits, or it’s something i feel i can’t execute correctly, i feel bad, which is the main reason i have them closed SOB !! i have been thinking about opening them again, just to see if maybe that’s changed for me, because i love getting suggestions or talking about silly prompts !! those give me motivation a lot of the time !! >_<

ᰔ writing ?

i’ve been a lover of writing for most of my life !! one thing im definitely proud of is not having to proofread much >//< i’ve always been very good with spelling and grammar, so that always makes it easier for me !! :3 however, where i fall short is being able to execute my works in a timely manner due to writers block </3 i’ll have so many ideas, but when i finally sit down to write it, my mind goes completely blank !! T^T i also unfortunately tend to procrastinate, which i’m trying to improve on !! my writing usually happens on impulse, so i don’t have a specific time for when i write !! it just comes to me and i immediately open my notes app teehee !! >//<

fic(s) you’re proud of ?

the pieces i’m most proud of are surprisingly not haikyuu related !! “time and time again” with gojo, which was written for my dear mootie cinna’s angst event :3 it was my first ever angst piece i had written, and also the fic im incredibly proud of the most !! i loved the way i wrote it, and the prompt i had chosen !! i believe it’s also the longest fic i have on my blog <3 another one i’m proud of is “green thumb” with nanami !! it just felt very beautiful to me and i adored how fluffy and domestic it was !! >//<

tags <3 ( no pressure )

@omitea @chloiyoomi @raeson @fum1ku @natdu @sweetfushi @lowkeyremi @httpshujii @saelique @moonswolfie + anyone else who would like to join !!

Behind the scenes of a Tumblr Writer - Tag Game

Hey there, I love behind the scenes and since this is something that's rarely talked about, let me start the chain... if you feel uncomfortable with a question, just skip it. You can add some if you want as well.

Started writing: I wrote my first Harry Potter fanfic at age 10. Started posting around 15,16 years old. I'm now 31, so...

Started blogging: I started on a German fanfiction site around 2010/11 I think. Might have been earlier too, but back then I was mostly reading, no posting. I really started when I got into One Direction (very late, tbh)

Followers: Currently at 961, which is wild to me. I don't even know that many people IRL. I convince myself that half of them are bots tbh, so I don't freak out all the time.

Communication: The people I talk to regularly are: a few writers who answered after I constantly reblogged and commented on their works and a few people who commented and reblogged my work. Writing and blogging on here can be pretty lonely, depending on your personality and the time you're active (I'm from Europe and a lot of my followers seem to be living in Northern America, so there's the Timezone thing) ... And I found that the best way to strike a conversation is to reblog, comment, and to not be shy. I do wish I got more asks, though....

Likes: I actually filter them out. I have 793 original posts up at the moment. It doesn't give me anything to know how many likes a fic has other than to tell me which characters are liked more than others or maybe that one fic does especially well. My activity only shows me comments, asks, reblogs with tags, and answers to my own asks. I live for the tags and the comments.

Requests: I love talking to people about ideas. That's how I started the plotbunny game because I have so many ideas and so little time. And sometimes an idea just doesn't want to be written out fully. Requests are fun because YAY, I get some mail... but then I freak out because I don't really know how to write this NOW and then I freak out because it's been a week already, two weeks, wait, two months? I'd rather have suggestions where people tell me vague things like "I'd love to read something about this side character" or "Have you ever considered this character with a soulmate trope"? because then I don't have the feeling of failing the request when I write it a little bit differently.

Writing: I am a fast writer. I know that's one of my talents. I can churn out a oneshot of 1k words in less than an hour. People read slower than I write. That can suck sometimes because you've just posted this and you want to know what people are thinking but they're not as fast as you are. I do have a lot of ideas. I want to write constantly but my brain doesn't always want to. I am trying to respect that.

There are also certain things that I just feel wrong writing. I cannot write anything suggestive (I also don't like reading it) and everything past that gives me panic attacks. I can hardly write mean characters and jealousy feels so wrong to me that I cannot write it. I've also overdone it with the soulmark trope and now I feel like everything I write about it feels lifeless.

I write best in the mornings before going to work, but I don't have much time there. I don't need special music (but it helps), but I need to have at least some energy left and at best, no distractions. But I have been writing for over 20 years, so I will say experience helps a lot.

Tagging: @revasserium @shoulmate @lemurzsquad @screamin-abt-haikyuu @toomanygoldfish @satorisoup @emmyrosee @reverie-starlight @alienaiver and @writingsofanomnivore and everyone else who wants to join

[strwbrryeyes]

nini !! :3 how about… bokuto havin’ a big ol’ crush on a shy girl ?? how do they get together ?? maybe his crush on her gets exposed… and he’s super surprised she likes him back ?? let your mind run free with it !! <333

𖦹°｡⋆ Hiding feelings (and behind volleyball carts) (bokuto x reader)

⟡ cw: shy reader, she/her pronouns, fluff, comfort? but no hurt, fainting, not proofread, lmk if i missed anything.

⟡ a/n: trying to come out of my writer's block so I'm going to start with requests before continuing the last legs of my best friend series and then officially starting my suna long fic. also im trying to start putting pronouns in cw's so bear with me if i ever forget to add that warning. also ty lene for requesting this! i'll do your other one at a later time :3 sorry if it's messy im rusty </3

“You’re staring at her again, Bo” konoha snaps bokuto out of the trance he’s in.

“I can’t help it! She’s so pretty” Bokuto responds in a lovesick tone as he turns back around to look at you with hearts practically forming in his pupils.

“It’s hopeless, he’s never going to man up enough to ask her out properly.” Komi sighs causing the rest of the team to nod in defeat.

“He’s going to have to eventually, he’s liked her since their first year and now they’re entering the end of their last year in high school.” Akaashi states as he watches his best friend fall more in love with you as you laugh with Yukie and Kaori.

Bokuto Koutaro has had the fattest crush on you since first year of high school. You were sat next to him so naturally he really tried to get to know you but you never really opened up to him. You didn’t have many friends (you still don’t), you only had two friends, luckily for Bokuto, those friends were Fukurodani’s very own manageers, Yukie and Kaori. There were countless times where Bokuto would beg the two girls to convince you to come watch during practice so he could show off and seem cool to you. Sometimes you would come to practice just so you could spend more time with your two best friends, and while you were impressed by Bokuto, all you could manage to give him was a small smile and a single thumbs up. Even though it wasn’t much, it still made Bokuto melt on the spot. Everything about you was wonderful to him, the epitome of beauty, sweetness, and kindness, all he was missing was your affection and love.

After a few more minutes, the coach calls for the break the team was on to be over and everyone goes back to their places while you remain on the bleachers. As you wave to your friends, you see Bokuto looking at you with a soft smile, much different from his usual big, large, and bright grin that he wears everywhere. You don’t know what it is about it, but this makes you blush. Maybe you sense that it’s different, maybe it’s wishful thinking that that smile is only meant for you, after all you did have a crush on him. You’ve had a crush on him as long as he’s had a crush on you but you could never say anything to him for the fear you might get rejected. After all, he was the most extroverted person in school - maybe the world - and you were just…there…exisitng with only two close friends. You could never be Bokuto’s type. You’ve been saying this for three years to yourself all while you don’t know the truth about how he feels.

Practice is finally over after about an hour and you go down to the main floor to get ready to leave with Yukie and Kaori while the boys go to the lockeroom to change. The three of you talk for a bit before the coach calls them to help with cleaning the gym leaving you alone again. You take this time to walk around the gym as you never really looked around before. You see all these posters and banners with the team’s motto “one ball, heart, and soul”. you smile at the saying as you think about how this is seen in all of the players. All of the boys on the volleyball team shows their love and passion for the game but of course, one player stood out from all the rest, Bokuto. You find yourself thinking about Bokuto and all the ways he shows his love for the sport. Every move he makes, every serve he does, every cheer he shouts, and every grin he has plastered on his face when he scores. You loved that grin. 

You’re deep in thought when you hear the gym door open and hear voices the belong to the boys on the volleyball team.  Scared of being seen, you hide behind the volleyball cart. It’s not like you were doing anything wrong, you just really hated social situations and you don’t know where Yukie and Kaori disappeared off to even though they were just in the gym moments ago. You feel a bit of nervousness start to kick in as you hear their voices get closer and that’s when you hear your name causing you to snap out of your nerves and to listen in.

“Did you see the way [name] smiled when I did that serve today?” The voice belonging to Bokuto asked excitedly followed by a chorus of groans by the other team members.

“Yes Bokuto,” Akaashi sighs as he waves goodbye to the rest of the team who are speedwalking out of the gym to avoid Bokuto’s gushing “and before you ask, yes I saw how she looked at you when you nearly knocked Washio’s hand off with your spike.”

“She’s the best isn’t she?” Bokuto asks as he sits down on a bench in the gym. “I just wish I could tell her that but I’m scared she’ll run away.”  He says calmly to Akaashi who raises a brow.

“Why would she run away?” Akaashi questions Bokuto’s reasoning to why he can’t tell you how he feels.

“Well you know how quiet and shy she is,” Bokuto starts off “and you know how loud I am. What if [name] doesn’t like that? I don’t want her to hate me just because we have clashing personalities.” He explains to his best friend in a slightly defeated tone making you furrow your eyebrows as you slowly peek over the volleyball cart to get a quick look at the ace and setter.

Akaashi chuckles a bit before responding to Bokuto “First off, I’m surprised you’re self aware at how loud you are,” he says earning a ‘watch it’ from Bokuto, “Secondly, I really think you should tell her how you feel. The end of the school year is coming up and who is to say you’ll ever see her again? You really want to leave high school without even trying?” Akaashi asks Bokuto making him think for a while before he shakes his head.

“I just can’t do it, Akaashi.” Bokuto slumps while sitting while Akaashi pats his back. Right now, in Bokuto’s mind, he thinks he’d be better off keeping his feelings to himself instead of the possibility of rejection. Meanwhile, your mind is going a million miles per second as you just found out that the guy you’ve had the biggest crush on for years feels the same way. what do you do now? Come out of hiding and tell him how you feel? No, that’s too bold and he might think you’re weird for eavesdropping like this. What about just waiting for him to confess? Nope, he made it sounds like he wasn’t going to tell you for sure.

After what feels like forever with your thoughts, you hear the door next to the volleyball cart open to see Yukie and Kaori. Your eyes quickly widen and hurry to shush them before they say anything but it fails as they walk towards you.

“Sorry we took so long [name], coach had us do some pape- what are you doing behind there?” Yukie asks as she moves the cart out of the way earning her a glare from you. Meanwhile, a few feet away, Akaashi and Bokuto are staring at you with their jaws practically on the floor.

“What’s up with you two?” Kaori asks as she walks over to them, waving her hand in fron of their eyes while they’re still in complete shock. Akaashi is the first to snap out of it, he then shakes Bokuto who somewhat comes to his senses. 

Turning to look down at you still on the floor, Akaashi clears his throat “[name], I thought you left already.” Akaashi tries to say cooly as he glances to Bokuto quickly who is still in shock.

“Haa…nope! Still here!” you laugh nervously as you’re pulled up from the ground by Kaori and Yukie who give each other confused looks.

“So out of curiosity, no other reason…” Akaashi starts off coyly as he sways a bit “how much of our conversation did you hear…” he asks in a quiet nervous tone.

“Not much!” you start to answer with a lie but couldn’t help yourself “okay that was a lie I heard everything!” you blurt out and Akaashi widens his eyes and quickly turns back to Bokuto who is still on the bench. He quickly rushes to catch Bokuto who is about to fall off of the bench as he looks like his soul has left his body completely. Bokuto has passed out.

While everyone sits around Bokuto’s passed out body, you and Akaashi explain everything to Kaori and Yukie who end up laughing their heads off.

“[name]! That’s hilarious! I’m so glad we left you here!” Kaori cackles out before calming down and standing up. “Now you have to confess to him.” She says seriously as Yukie stands up as well. You facepalm and turn to look at Akaashi who has a confused look on his face.

“You like Bokuto back, [name]?” He asks and you nod making him look back to the two managers “and the both of you knew and didn’t say anything? Even though you knew they both liked each other back?” he questions them and they laugh nervously.

“Well would you look at the time! We gotta go!” Yukie shouts as her and Kaori run out of the gym leaving you behind with both of the boys.

Sighing, Akaashi looks at you softly. “[name], I know we aren’t close by any means but Bokuto is my best friend and I think it would really benefit the both of you if you both talked about your feelings. Can you do that?” Akaashi explains and asks you. You think for a bit before sighing and nodding.

“I can do that. Thank you, Akaashi.” you thank the setter while smiling.

“Well then, I’ll leave you two to it,” Akaashi stands up and looks at Bokuto’s body still splayed out on the ground “he’ll wake up in a bit don’t worry.” He assures you before walking out of the gym before you could even protest to being alone with Bokuto. Akaashi was right though, it only took one minute after he left for Bokuto to start waking up.

“Hey Bokuto.” you smile sweetly at Bokuto as his eyes flutter open. He stares up at you in confusion for a bit before he remembers what happens and quickly sits up.

“[name]! Hi! Listen I’m so sorry I understand if you hate me now but please don’t run awa-” Bokuto starts rambling out an apology before you start giggling “What’s funny? Are you not mad? Are you making fun of me?” more panic overtakes Bokuto but you get ahold of his hands and look at him.

“Bo,” you catch his attention using a nickname which also makes him blush “don’t worry about it. I’m not mad and i’m not making fun of you.” you let out a sigh and close your eyes before continuing “Honestly, I have a crush on you too, I have since first year. I never told you because I was worried you would think I’m too quiet or too boring…basically your reason but the opposite,” you let a nervous giggle out before opening your eyes up again “I know you didn’t want me to find out like this so I I understand if you don’t want to talk about this right now.” You finish your own rambling and look up at Bokuto who looks like he’s frozen. “Bokuto?” you say his name and it snaps him out of his daze and a few seconds later, Bokuto’s face is centimeters away from your face making you blush like crazy and have your heart beating loud and fast.

“Do you really like me? You’re not just saying that?” Bokuto asks seriously as his golden eyes stare into your own eyes and you nod which makes him let go of your hands and jump up to cheer. After a few more louds noises of excitement and happiness, Bokuto holds his hand out in front of you to pull you up to which you offer. After being pulled up to your feet, Bokuto brings you in for a tight hug, catching you off guard but you end up hugging him back. “I’m so happy to hear that, [name].” He mumbles into your hair quietly making you giggle.

You pull back a bit to smile up at him “I’m really happy too, Bo.” you use his nickname again causing him to audibly swoon.

“I love hearing you say that,” he sighs lovingly as he closes his eyes before looking back at you “and I love you..” he whispers but then quickly panics as your eyes widen in response “I’m so sorry is it too soon? Oh my god I haven’t even asked you to be my girlfriend yet, I’m an idiot.” Bokuto rambles once again before you cut him off by kissing him on the cheek.

“Stop apologizing and worrying,” you chuckle as you look at his flushed, red face “I love you too…I don’t care if it’s too soon, I know I do.” you smile sweetly at him making him calm down

“Well then, [name], will you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?” Bokuto asks you quietly, smiling the same soft smile from earlier. The one you wanted to believe was made for you.

“Of course, Bokuto, I would love to be your girlfriend!” You answer him with joy and his smile grows bigger and...yeah, that smile was made for you and only you. Bokuto then picks you up and spins you around before giving you a soft kiss on the lips to which you kiss him back. 

After a few seconds you both pull away and look at each other with so much love before you’re both surprised to hear cheering coming from outside the the gym. Turning to look out the window, you see Kaori, Yukie, and Akaashi staring inside from the other side of the window. The sight make the both of you smile widely before Bokuto sets you on the ground again to grab his things.

“Shall we go?” Bokuto takes your hand in his and gestures towards your friends and the door.

“Yes we shall.” You respond after kissing his cheek. 

The both of you then walk out of the gym to join your three friends outside to walk home, but not before Bokuto yells out “[name] is my girlfriend!” in the loudest voice he could possibly let out causing you to bury your face in his side while the others laugh at him. 

This relationship is going to be fun.

[lowkeyremi]

Your boyfriend, Osamu had suggested you start a mukbang channel because he knows how much you love to eat. (also gives him a chance to watch you enjoy delicious foods he makes)

He's your cameraman of course, so sometimes it's hard to focus on eating when he's smiling at you from behind the camera or if he's copying your eating motions in a silly manner.

Some people comment about the twinkle in your eyes, others notice your smile. Even when you cut out the parts that you laugh in some people still pick up on Osamu's soft whispering in the background.

One user comments:

"DO THEY HAVE A BOYFRIEND!??? SOMEONE'S TALKING IN THE BACKGROUND!!"

Only when you reach 10k subs do you introduce them to your cute boyfriend, Osamu. He waves to the camera during the live stream, (instead of a pre-recorded video he wanted to answer any questions your fans may have) "Hi guys, yes I am the one who cooks all the food they eat in their videos."

One user sends a tip with a question

[name's]babygurl tipped $10 "Are you their boyfriend?"

"Thank you [name's]babygurl for the tip! Yes I am their boyfriend, we've been dating for quite some time now."

To say your fans love him is an understatement. They'll go crazy if they see his chopsticks reaching out from behind the camera to help you finish some food that you couldn't eat all of.

In the future your channel turns into a shared channel with Osamu. You two eat together and make conversation, your fans absolutely love it. It also helps Osamu get more customers at Onigiri Miya.

(Based off of the match lene gave me :3)

[iiwaijime]

UWAHH hello hello hyena !! ^_^ congratulations on 200 !! M’ SO HAPPY FOR YOU !! <3 in light of that, id love to join your event !! :3

could i request a drabble 🐙🌹💐 with bokuto ?? >//<

sending you a big smoochie !! MWUUAH !! <3

thank u so much lene!! i accidentally stayed up until 4:30 writing this,, i had sm fun !! sorry if it's ooc tho,, im really bad at characterization T^T it also got like.. kinda long..

flowers for the florist (sweets for the sweet) — kōtarō bokuto x gn!reader

wc: 910 | event

cws; none, gn!reader, awkward love confessions

when your parents told you to follow your dreams, they didn't quite expect you to want to be a florist. consequently, they were also unsure of what to say when you opened up a quaint little flower shop in the most peaceful corner of the city. but hey, at least the "dream" that you followed wasn't a 6'5" tattooed criminal on the run from the police! so by the time the income started really flowing in, you had garnered all their support.

nowadays, with no important occasions around, business had become kind of slow. that didn't stop you from enjoying your job every single day, however, and said enjoyment only seemed to increase as a certain silver-haired gentleman slowly became a more and more common sight at your store.

the first time you saw him was almost a year ago. you'd dropped a bunch of change on the ground, and when you'd finally finished gathering the stupid coins into your hands, you'd noticed — to your chagrin — that someone was waiting for you to finish, and probably had been waiting for a while.

you'd stammered out a bunch of nonsensical apologies without really looking at him, blinking in surprise when he started laughing. the man in front of you, while being much taller and larger than you in general, was doubled over, giggling like a child. as the two of you exchanged small talk, it became clear to you that while he was loud, bold, audacious even, bokuto kōtarō’s soul was undeniably sweet — almost as sweet as the scent of the flowers he'd bought for older sisters. speaking of which, that was absolutely adorable. when he left that day, you could only hope to see him again. because, as you watched him walk away, spiky black-and-silver hair growing more and more distant with each passing second, you realized that the small interaction you'd had with him had resulted in him unwittingly stealing your heart in broad daylight.

as much as you'd wanted him to return, you didn't even think it’d happen this soon — a week and a half later, not that you kept count. of course not. you also didn't purposely spend more time fixing up the bouquet he was purchasing today, a get-well-soon present for someone's mother, apparently. how cute.

that day, he left you blushing and giggling like a teenager with a crush. to be fair, he had called you pretty. and in your opinion, he was prettier. you didn't see him for almost a month afterwards, when you'd almost given up hope. he'd spent extra time talking to you that day, as if to make up for missed visits, even after you’d fixed up his bouquet and he'd paid. in the excitement of seeing him again, you'd forgotten to make the bouquet slower than usual. but as you (dejectedly) waited for him to leave, he leaned against the counter oh-so-handsomely, large hand dwarfing the flowers comedically while he chatted with you about every topic that came to mind.

after this, the visits became more spaced out, but they never quite stopped. and everything went perfectly fine. if “perfectly fine” meant you falling harder for bokuto every time you saw him, and if it meant akaashi growing tired of the endless amounts of flowers that were dumped on him every other week.

until one day, when everything changed. bokuto hadn't come to see you buy flowers that day, and you were feeling a little disappointed (read: a LOT) when you finally moved to close for the day. it was only then when you heard a breathless gasp of your name from behind you. turning around, you came face to face with none other than the love of your life bokuto kōtarō.

“hey?”

“hey, y/n, hi.” he was uncharacteristically nervous, normal cheery, outgoing personality nowhere to be seen. “can you — can i buy some flowers?”

“oh, sure!” yeah, you'd been about to close the store, but you'd also do almost anything for this man. what was five extra minutes of work, if it gave you ten with bokuto? “what's the occasion?” you asked him — a staple of the conversations you'd had over the counter.

“g’na ask someone out,” he replied, looking away. your heart dropped.

“oh,” you replied, trying to keep your tone as neutral as possible — cry about it at home, not here. “who's the lucky, um, person?”

to your surprise, he avoided your question. “uh, are you done with it?”

“yeah,” you said, cringing at the shakiness of your own voice. “here you go, it'll be $30.”

you couldn't bring yourself to look at him again, turning around to busy yourself with something, anything—

“y/n.”

you opened your mouth to respond, but he didn't let you.

“y/n, i think you're coolandcuteandprettyandawesomeandjustperfectwillyougooutwithmeplease.”

it took a moment for you to register what he just said. “bokuto, what?”

“i’m sorry!” he looked like he'd start crying any second. “i just really like you a lot! and the flowers are for you! i’msorrythiswasstupidi’mnevercomingback—”

“um,” you said. “um, it's okay, i— i like you too.” like was an understatement, but whatever.

and then he looked up at you with a stupidly huge, radiant grin on his face, eyes lit up with hope and love, and it was quite possibly one of the most beautiful sites you'd ever seen. “so you'll—?”

“yeah,” you replied, smiling so had your face hurt. “i’ll go out with you.”

y/n - 1

universe - 0

thank u so much for reading n following!

love,

hyena:3

[dustdeepsea]

Writer Interview

Tagged by @my-favourite-zhent nearly 3 weeks ago and I've entirely missed the wave.

I've enjoyed reading so many interesting ones by my mutuals! Tagging (only if you're keen) @graysparrowao3 @coreene @say-lene @luvwich @grossestjay —and if I've missed your interview somehow, tag me in the comments!

Q&A after the cut—

When did you start writing?

I wrote my first fanwork at age 12. It was self-insert fanfiction with me and 2 of my friends in the Slayers anime universe, which meant it was several comedic sketches strung together with with lots of actions denoted by asterisks and emoticons. You know the ones ^_^ ^____^ @_@ T_T *slaps you gently with a trout*

We printed it out on someone's home printer and bound copies in plastic school folders with a two-hole punch. I've lost the original file ages ago, but I would love to read it again.

Are there different themes or genres you enjoy reading than what you write?

When I was younger, I actively sought out "difficult stories" because I wanted to experience things beyond my day to day life. I read Nabokov at 16 because everyone kept saying Lolita was a dangerous book. I also read a lot of Chuck Palahniuk and Bret Easton Ellis without really understanding them.

My pretentiousness definitely peaked in my university days. My dating profile at the time listed: Herman Hesse, Kazuo Ishiguro and Mikhail Bulgakov.

Now that I'm older, I read and write stories primarily to make myself happy.

Is there a writer you want to emulate or get compared to often?

I'm not remotely at the level where I get compared to any published writers.

My favourite contemporary writer is David Mitchell (of Cloud Atlas fame), and my favourite book by him is The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet.

My favourite "classic" novel is The Left Hand of Darkness by Ursula K. Le Guin.

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?

I type at my desk, in a study shared with my partner. Sometimes if the scene is particularly spicy or they are gaming too loudly, I take the laptop to the living room.

What's your most effective way to muster up a muse?

Bouncing plot bunnies off others on Discord, talking a walk or a long train ride, playing an immersive video game and rotating characters in my head for hours afterwards.

Are there any recurring themes in your writing? Do they surprise you?

According to my lovely readers:

"Romantic and sweaty"; "two silly sausages frying in a pan" (thanks to my long time beta-reader @littleplasticrat)

"Purity, temperance, glimpse of [the] ability for real love / real forgiveness" (thank you @tellmeallaboutit!)

These did surprise me a bit when they were first pointed out but it makes sense—I've been accidentally writing Regency romances and repressed idiots in love without setting out to do so explicitly.

What is your reason for writing?

I put aside hobbies for many years because of my work (no matter what advertisers want you to believe—doomscrolling is not a hobby). Started doing more creative things during my sabbatical last year, and writing was one of the things that saved my broken corpo soul.

Nowadays I'm really into bread making and cooking in general. I'm trying to balance work and creative pursuits and I'm much happier overall.

Is there any specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating?

Any and all comments are received with love <3 <3 <3 I really enjoy it when people let me know what lines really resonated with them or point out motifs I'd snuck in.

How do you want to be thought about by your readers?

Friendly and approachable! Not entirely hyperfixated on That One NPC from a Video Game with Five Lines (that one might be harder now...!)

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

A fairly broad vocabulary, including anachronisms, which is useful for fantasy story settings. Writing characters who are actively lying to themselves (thinking one thing and saying/doing another).

My writing tends to be on the more contemplative side and a bit sadder and slower paced, so if you enjoy A Great Deal of Yearning along with your smut, then it would appeal to you :)

How do you feel about your own writing?

I'm pretty happy with it! I write very, very slowly, with constant edits as I go, and would probably starve if I ever had to rely on my fiction writing to be paid. Luckily, I get to do this as a hobby.

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, or do you write purely for yourself, or a mix of both?

I write for myself, but I am also super blessed to have a very small but vocal audience that I can interact with directly. I guess my best advice is: Write for yourself and your 10 friends who want to read your hand-bound home-printed self-insert fanfic <3

[d1s1ntegrated]

greetings!

~･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ~

i am 21. MDNI w/ NSFW CONTENT PLSSS. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED SORRY LOVES BUT I POST NSFW!

------i tag all my nsfw, don't worry.------

shigaraki/lov simp blog

mostly shigaraki tho i won't lie :3

however, i take requests!

my ask box will be open 24/7/365, so throw anything in there for me.

read more for more info about me, my fandoms, and what i plan on writing!

tags directory:

#myhcs

#myfics

#myoneshots

#myasks

here's the basics:

name: opi/opal/selene/lene

age: 21 (mdni w my nsfw. again, pls, u will get blocked!)

pronouns: she/they

sexuality: shigaraki (okay but real shit i'm pan lol)

my fandoms

mha

jjk

bg3

solo leveling

there's so many more but does it truly matter LOL ?

what i write:

-headcanons

-drabbles

-fics

-crazy rants ab how much i love (insert char here)

i am also on ao3 (@/opiumandopal) , but i dont have anything posted yet. i think once i start gaining some momentum here, ill post full fics on the ao3 so give it a follow if ur interested!

fun facts ab me:

i play d&d!

i have a cat he is black he is very Good

i've been on tumblr since 2013

i've been into MHA since 2019

i love metal and alt music the most

i have over 32 themed spotify playlists for my fav characters

i am in college, but have an undecided major (torn between a creative writing degree, psychology, or social media)

i tried to sell my feet on feet finder but immediately gave up because i didn't want to pay the subscription fee LMFAO

okay that's it for now. bai!!

[satorisoup]

SATORISOUP ABOUT ME!

hello there good fellows *smirks*

you can call me lene or just my username. im a girl and 17 years old (boooo). i go through a haikyuu phase after every breakup so… here we are.

#interests : haikyuu. gojo (moans) even though i don’t write about jjk. reading (yes i count fanfics on my phone as reading). writing (obv). makeup. skincare.

#fun facts : i have 4 cats (yes you heard that right, FOUR.) i plan on going to trade school to become an obstetric ultrasound tech. i have a tmnt collection of merch and everything under the sun (my hyper fixation since the ripe age of 6 years old LMFAOOO).

#favorite things : flowers. tetsuro, bokuto and keiji (my husbands real not clickbait). autumn. snow. rainy days. cold weather. christmas. cozy sweaters. sushi & barbecue ribs.

don’t be afraid to interact with me i promise im not intimidating!!

if you’d like to be an anon just send an ask <3 thirsts are always accepted feed my brain plz *drools*

[6okuto]

WAHHH NIAAAA hihi my beloved !! i missed you soso much !! T^T how was your break ?? <3

THSIPHROTO. literally me with my 6 ao3 bokuaka fic tabs open omg how'd u know...

it was.. i don't remember how long i've been gone. i feel slightly less miserable. it's ok. i will keep drawing and writing and replaying our life and we can all pretend i'm normal and happy until i am or however it works.

I MISSED U TOO!! i see u also went on a little break.. did anything fantastical happen. are u feeling happy and energized and soo tumblrina today be honest. i hope u are!! ^^

[rowanisawriter]

Top five fanfictions?

thank you!!! love this question!! my answer is constantly changing because i read a lot of awesome fics all the time but for now my top 5 that i’m pulling from my bookmarks are:

1) The Palm of Mystra’s Hand by @loveofdetail i’m always talking about this fic, it’s my favorite pre canon gale fic out there, so well written and well realized!

2) Haunted One by @anderstrevelyan their oc valas is one of my faves, he has such a striking and unique backstory and it folds so perfectly into the world and the characters of bg3, also the writing is so good, the vision so clear, highly recommend!!

3) With bloodied hands, with broken nails by @say-lene a very intense look at gortash’s final days, the writing is SO GOOD i rotate this fic in my head all the time

4) a sensitive conduit by @smoreofbabylon the fic that got me into galeheart lol read this and get sucked in, the characterization is so clear here it’s like an extension of the game

5) Monster, mine by @mightymizora sexualizing the monstrous and doing a great job of it, also home of the world famous orange feeding scene 😭 which i think about constantly lol

[anderstrevelyan]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love ❤️

Hi, thank you!! And to @yesistolethisurl and @say-lene, who sent this, too. <3

I love how doable this is as a task when I only have four fics published for the fandom I'm currently writing for. (Incentive to keep kicking on my WIPs to take some of these slots!)

1) Haunted One (Durgetash, plus the Dark Urge & Jaheira; M; 19k) remains my favourite thing I've written, so let's lead with it! It's a bridge between bg1/bg2 and bg3, where the son of Gorion's Ward and Viconia becomes the Dark Urge—the first half deals with his falling into Bhaal’s clutches, and the second his entanglement with Enver Gortash. (And I always feel I should mention: it's written to be accessible to readers who've only played bg3, too.)

2) Her Undoing (M; 2k) This one's my most underrated, but I reread it recently and it made me emotional, so! Here she is. Another bridge, bringing Viconia DeVir through her bg2 happy ending into bg3.

3) The Heart (Durgetash; M; 2k) Valas shows Gortash how it feels to hold a still-beating heart (then gets on his knees).

4) My Blood Your Paint (Durgetash; M; 3k) Valas returns to Baldur's Gate—and Gortash realizes just how little he remembers.

Aaaand I struggle to truly rec from my Dragon Age writing, since the best of it's buried in an unfinished longfic I have no current plans to work on (oh, the things I've learned about myself as a writer since this first big-project attempt!)—but you know what, I'm really proud of parts of it still, so let's suggest some chapter pairings from:

5) Force of Nature (Amell/Anders):

"The Leap" and "The Lie" (Ch. 2 & 3)—Anders, caught mid-escape attempt by the Circle's star apprentice, shows him his first sunset as a distraction. Then the payoff in "Memories" (Ch. 13), during Awakening, in a we're-all-trapped-in-the-Fade sequence.

And for some more depth to that, going from "Alone" (Ch. 5), where Amell faces the consequences for that lie as an apprentice, to his active defence of Anders as Warden-Commander in "I Would Drown Us in Blood" (Ch. 16).

[runephoenix6769]

IM IN LOVE WITH THE VILLIANESS: this is the first time i have ever seen in an anime, them straight up having an onscreen convo about being gay instead of leaving it to "ill be by your side" subtext: (transcribed from Season 1 Episode 3)

Misha: Rae, are you what people might call gay?

Rae: If you mean, do i like girls. Then yeah. I have never been in love with a man.

Claire: I'm in danger.

Misha: To react that way just because she's gay, it says more about your ignorance than her character. ....

Misha: Rae, the jokes aren't helping...So tell me Miss Claire. How would you feel if a man came up to you and said "Don't molest me." Claire: What!? I would never conduct myself in such a lecherous manner. Misha: Of course you wouldn't. And yet you basically accused Rae of the same thing. You said you were in danger. Claire: *shocked Pikachu* Rae: Yeah, you're so right Misha. It doesn't work like that. No one lusts after everyone who fits their gender preference . It doesn't matter if you're gay or straight. Attraction is based on the individual. Claire: Yes. That's true. I see your point. Lene: You're saying you fall in love with the person, not their gender, right? And currently the one you're in love with just so happens to be a woman. Is that the case? Rae: No. I mean, not exactly. I wouldn't say gender doesn't matter at all. Lene: Oh. Then it does? Rae: Yeah. I get the logic behind saying "gender doesn't matter" when you deeply connect with someone, like love is love, but I can say for sure that I'll never have those kinds of feelings for a man. Misha: I guess this is all more complicated than people think. Rae: Some people never have the chance to learn. They can't help that. And I know Miss Claire doesn't feel the same way, I'm just happy to bask in her presence. (to claire) If you change your mind and want to make out, let me know. ----- Like, being initially Claire identifies as straight, and if the show is following the light novels/manga we have some idea where the RL between Rae and Claire is heading, it had to be addressed somehow (it occurs in the light novel too) but I wasn't expecting the whole open and frank discussion to make it to the screen. Its bloody refreshing.

[unmerrymagdalene]

“I’ve never lied to her before…not like this.” It probably just means that Sydney has lied to Sirris about little things like not eating an extra cookie or two. But it could mean that Sydney has lied to Sirris about remembering or not remembering things.

Oh my gosh an ask related to my writing it’s like my birthday

I do think (at least my interpretation when writing it) Sydney has lied to Sirris before, but they were relatively small and didn’t have much meaning behind it. I also think recently, in the wake of their other parent’s death/whatever happened in the asylum, these lies have unconsciously gotten bigger. And sometimes they won’t even be overt lies, just omitting the truth/what happened to Sirris.

But this lie feels very big to Sydney! They’re doing something 1) they know the Temple would disapprove of, 2) a thing Sirris has always wanted them to do, and 3) actually enjoying it. I think Sydney knows that while they really, really enjoy being intimate with Lene, they also think it’s shameful and wrong and giving into what Sirris wanted for them. Which again, Sydney was very sure about his celibacy and no sex rule.

So really, Sydney is pushing off a crisis by not talking to Sirris about it. Just to deny it happening and that they (as a person) haven’t changed. This does lead to Lene feeling ashamed for being complicit in this, feeling she’s only “ruining” them. Fun stuff!

[dapurinthos]

look at that force-bond already.

spoilers for saber for hire #3 below the cut.

holy fuck cibaba being the child of the storm hunting lene. what the fuck. using the nameless to hunt down his own former padawan???? how did the nihil manage to get their hands on a jedi master for their experiments?

that's why lene brought him up in the previous issue. CIBABA WERE YOU TALKING TO THE LITTLE PURPLE BABY ABOUT YOUR FORMER PADAWAN AS YOU WERE TRYING TO TORTURE FORCE-SENSITIVE YOUNGLINGS?

cibaba answer me.

poor fucking lene. kidnapped by the nihil, whatever experiments boolan was doing on the force-sensitive children, rescued by ty and home with her parents, then the nihil show up again and kill her parents and bring along a shrii ka rai.

[adito-lang]

Podcasts for intermediate/advanced Norwegian listening practice

Finding Norwegian podcasts has always been a bit daunting for me, because I don't listen to a lot of podcasts in general, but over the past weeks I've discovered some that I really enjoy!

1. Lær norsk nå!

This podcast (norsknivå B1 – B2) cover all sorts of interesting social, cultural and political topics - coffee, the Cold War, right-wing populism in Norway, feminism, Sámi history, etc - as well as aspects of the Norwegian language 🔡 You can listen to all the episodes and find transcripts for them (starting with episode 5) here. The host, Marius, is originally from Nærbø (in Rogaland, near Stavanger), and speaks in both his dialect and also standard østnorsk depending on the episode.

2. Relax With Slow Norwegian

I'm a tinglehead (someone who loves listening to ASMR ✨), so I was super excited to find this podcast and Lene's YouTube channel! She speaks bergensk and has lots of great episodes and videos dedicated to learning Norwegian centered around a specific topic.

3. Norskpodden

An awesome podcast (norsknivå B1 – B2) with episodes ranging from grammar to salary negotiation to the the history of queer rights in Norway. Episodes and transcripts can be found here. I find the transcripts helpful, because the host Camila speaks at a quite natural pace (so it gives me a huge confidence boost whenever I can understand most of an episode without the transcripts 😎).

4. Nylig Norsk

This is a fun little podcast created by students at the University of Bergen. They speak a lot slower than the other podcasts here, which sounds a bit unnatural, but that makes it quite easy to understand (norsknivå A2-B1). The topics are engaging and there's transcripts here for each episode. I like the "city-trip"/regional episodes, and it felt really cool having been to some of the places they talked about! ✈️

5. Språktalk

This podcast isn't aimed at people learning Norwegian, which is good practice for listening to natural-sounding dialogue. The episodes are all about languages and linguistic topics, so if that's your cup of tea I highly suggest giving it a listen. They had a German guest for one episode who spoke Norwegian sooooo well, it gave me hope for myself 😂

6. Forklart

Forklart, another podcast that isn't aimed at people learning Norwegian, takes a topic from the news (sometimes domestic news, but more often international news) and breaks it down into a compact 15-minute episode 🗞 There is one episode every day, so if you're interested in keeping up with current political events in Norwegian, this is a great podcast to listen to! Although keep in mind that the podcast is run by Aftenposten (as is Språktalk), which has historically been a centre-right newspaper.