#ah guess I ended up not answering your ask sorry anon

[skullsemi]

Do you have any headcanons on whether the fab five have favourite Disney characters (that aren't part of the Mickeyverse)?

Like I know that Mickey and Minnie aren't the type to show favouritism but I feel like they would have a soft spot for Snow White since she was the very first animated movie.

I also feel like Daisy and Tinkerbell would be BFFs.

I know I sound like a broken record at this point but House of Mouse was all about that! Many interactions with them all!

I do agree about how Mickey and Minnie genuinely adore Snow White, she shows up and they just

And absolutely Tinkerbell and Daisy together is such an adorable idea!

[maevebabyy]

PUSH ‘N PULL

lara raj x fem reader

req! - “fluff and suggestive flirting and things like that(if your comfy with it obvi) , dream academy! contestant reader and dream academy contestant Lara”

a/n - i hope i did u justice 🩰 anon, I LOVE THE FIC IDEA BTW

wc - 1.4k

you groaned out loud as you fell face first into the inviting couch of the dream academy’s shared household. the day had finally caught up to you after a long day of dance practice and rehearsals, the training schedule you had been following for a few months now had not gotten any easier.

you sighed contentedly as you feel yourself sink in the comfiness of the couch, melting in it.

“becoming one with the couch, y/n?” sophia giggles lightly.

sophia, your first and closest friend here, rolled you onto your back so that you were now looking up at her.

“gimme 5 minutes” you murmur out, closing your eyes once more as you feel your muscles relax after a long day.

“no, not 5 minutes. now, y/n.” sophia nagged at you, like a mother would. “apparently someone new is coming in tomorrow, and you have to clean your side of the room.”

you furrow your brows, someone new?

“what do you mean someone new?” you sit up slowly, finally opening your eyes. “didn’t they send naisha home recently?”

sophia shrugs, moving off the couch. “i don’t know either, y/n, but you need to clean your side of the room because i wanna leave a good impression.”

before sophia can leave to go join the other girls for dinner in the kitchen you quickly ask her a question. “wait, soph! do we have any info on her at least?”

sophia grins as she answers, “her name’s lara, and she’s your age”

-

meeting lara for the first time was definitely an experience.

you hadn’t been able to see her until it was almost the end of the day, whereas everybody had already met her earlier during their rehearsals/practice times. that’s why you almost dropped the iced matcha latte you had gotten from starbucks as you walked into your shared bedroom with sophia when you noticed your roommate and a stranger in your unkempt space.

this stranger was pretty– stunning even. she had long flowing black hair that framed her face effortlessly, complementing her symmetrical features. her eyes were dangerously captivating, making your heart skip a beat when you made eye contact. she had various types of gold jewellery on her, but it was her bindi and nose piercing that stood out to you the most. she oozed confidence, which was definitely intimidating, but you found yourself strangely allured to it.

striking, you thought.

“this is y/n!, she joined us a couple months ago, but she’s super talented! i’d say she’s our most well rounded contestant.” sophia grins brightly at the new girl.

your roommate shoots you a look, snapping you out of your thoughts as you introduce yourself. “uh, sorry, i’m y/n. i’m guessing you’re lara?” your gaze lingering on her just a moment longer than necessary

lara turned to you with a smile that made your heart flutter. god, you had just met this girl and you already found yourself feeling the butterflies in your stomach. “yeah, that’s me. nice to finally meet you, y/n!. i really like your room too, do you play?” she asks, pointing towards your guitar.

you smile awkwardly at lara, realising you really should’ve cleaned your room. “ah, yeah, sorry for the mess by the way.”

sophia clicks her tongue in response, giving you an ‘i-told-you-so’ look’, which you could only chuckle at.

“nah, it’s fine” lara’s smile was warm and genuine, and you felt your cheeks heat up as she extended her hand for a shake. “i’ve heard a lot about you from sophia.”

“only good things, i hope?” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. as she laughed lightly, the sound wrapped around you like a cozy blanket.

“definitely good things! she says you’re quite the dancer,” lara said.

“just trying to keep up with everyone,” you shrugged, smiling softly at the compliment though. “what about you?”

“i like to sing a little.” a smirk tugs on the corner of her lips. 

-

a little was an understatement as you and the other contestants sat on the side of the dance studio and listened to lara sing. how does someone even sing so effortlessly like that? 

you find yourself speechless as lara grins brightly as she finishes singing, heading off into the direction of daniela, megan, and emily.

“holy shit, sophia” you looked at your best friend, who swatted your shoulder.

“language!” she laughs.

“sorry!” you chuckle, shaking your head in disbelief, “but it’s true, she wasn’t playing around.

you watch as lara chatted animatedly to the three girls, her smile lighting up the entire dance studio in your eyes. a wave of admiration washing over you, and the same damn butterflies you felt from yesterday. unknowingly, a soft grin appears on your face.

sophia follows your gaze, eventually landing on the indian girl as well. “no way-” the filipina covering her laugh with a hand over her mouth.

you turn to your roommate in confusion, “huh?”

“you’re like, the gayest girl i know” sophia continued laughing. 

you roll your eyes at the girl beside you “it’s not like that–”

“yet!’

sophia quickly runs away from you and towards marquise, who was talking to manon, to defend herself from you.

-

the days turned into 2 weeks, and the initial excitement of meeting lara settled into a comfortable rhythm. you found yourself stealing glances at her during practices, each stolen look igniting that same flutter in your stomach. you’d caught her eye more than once, each time exchanging shy smiles that lingered just a bit too long.

lara had a way of weaving herself into your day, whether it was sharing a laugh over a missed step or playfully challenging you to keep up during practice. it was light and easy, but underneath it all, there was an undeniable tension—a connection that felt electric and yet so fragile.

one evening, you found yourself playing your electric guitar, the other girls leaving the house to go eat out. the house had settled into a comfortable silence, one that came rarely considering you lived in a house with about 10+ other girls. you picked at the fretboard absentmindedly, letting the distorted and amplified sound ring around the room. the soft vibrations of the noise echoed against the walls, blending with the fading light of the sunset outside.

just as you started to get lost in your music, you heard the familiar sound of footsteps approaching. looking up, you were pleasantly surprised to see lara leaning against the doorframe, her arms crossed, an amused smile playing on her lips.

“is this a private concert just for me?” she teases, looking the same way she does, never failing to make your heart beat faster.

“i thought you went out with the rest of them?” you chuckle, stopping your playing.

she giggles back, sitting on your bed beside you. “i did, got tired though so i went home earlier.”

a silence falls between you two as you take in the close proximity between you two. she smells good, you note. like coconuts and sandalwood.

you clear your throat, trying to focus on the moment at hand rather than the way your heart is racing. “uh, so, did you wanna try to play something…?”

lara shakes her head no, giggling lightly, “no, i just wanted to listen to you play. you’re really good y’know?”

lara wasn’t lying, you were good at the guitar. you had been playing on and off since you were 7 years old. 

your cheeks flush at the girl’s compliment, “thanks, i’m just messing around though.”

“messing around or not, you still sound good y/n” her eyes locked on yours with an intensity that made your heart flutter. “you must be really good with your fingers.”

her last sentence catches you completely off guard, a rush of heat flooding your face. “I, uh, yeah– i guess i am?”

lara leans in a little closer, a teasing smile on her lips– enjoying your reaction. “i’d love to see how good you really are, maybe you could teach me sometime?”

you don’t know when you two had gotten so close in terms of proximity, feeling her breathing on you. “s-sure?” 

lara giggles before pulling away, “i’m holding you to that, y/n.” she gets up from your bed as she stretches her arms above her head, the movement highlighting her graceful form. “but, for now, i’ll leave you alone, i’m still feeling a little tired.” 

you watch her as she moves, the way her hair cascades down her back and the playful glint in her eyes that makes your heart race again, eventually she leaves your room, closing the door gently.

what just happened?

a/n - i should continue this me thinks 🤔🤔

[mxtantrights]

how does dick grayson act when hes jealous 😋😋

a/n: thank you for sending this in anon!! I can't tell you how much I love you for it. this was really fun !!!! <3333

Dick Grayson doesn't get jealous. Or so you think. It's just that-he''s Dick Grayson. What would he have to be jealous about? He's got a great smile, a flirty personality, a nice ass, people flock to him with the bat of his eyelashes.

So sitting across your date for the night, you didn't expect to see Dick Grayson just a few feet in front of you at the bar. He didn't exactly make himself discreet either. He's turned right to you, eyeing you up.

You look back to your date.

"Do you think this date is going well?" you ask straight up.

They look at you, a bit flabbergasted at the brutal honesty of your question.

"I mean, I would say it's going to my liking. Wha-how is it going for you?" they ask.

You smile and shrug, "It's going well. It was."

"Was?" they ask.

Dick Grayson grabs his drink and downs it. Its chilling to see. Chilling and also hot. You didn't think he was the type. The knock 'em back because I'm Jealous type. The jealous type.

"Yeah, because I've got a feeling that we won't be seeing each other again." you answer.

"Wait is this some new tactic to let me down? If so you can just tell me. I can take it." they reply.

You shake your head, "Its not a tactic, but there's this guy I'm also seeing. He just walked in."

"Ah, so I lost out." your date says.

You look at them. If you hadn't met Dick Grayson this date would be going exceptionally well. You'd be laughing, having fun, not worrying about some other guy who has your attention.

You originally didn't think about this date as a date.

It wasn't until you woke up last weekend and got a text from an unknown number. One of your friends had sent you your date's number and picture thinking you would be interesting.

Not knowing that you were wrapped up in the sheets with Dick. Who, also happened to the message. And that fueled another round with him that was exciting and passionate. All for him to say that you should go on that date, ya know since the two of you weren't official.

His words.

You weren't necessarily trying to make him regret his words. You were trying to bend yourself to them actually. Because he was right, you aren't official.

But Dick Grayson sitting at the bar a few feet from your date? That wasn't casual.

"But be honest, did I really charm you enough for a date or was there another reason?" you ask them.

They sit back in their chair with a sad smile on their face.

"You caught me. Yeah. This would be my first date after a long relationship." they answer.

"You could always say it was good. Because it was. I'm just not..." you trail off.

"not available." they finish off the sentence for you.

"Yeah." you answer simply.

"That's okay. I can pay for the bill and we can just end it here." they say.

They hail down the waiter and ask for the bill. But somehow, your bill has been paid. Your eyes dart back to Dick at the bar. He raises his glass towards you.

"Wow, I guess this is some sort of lucky / unlucky date." they joke.

You laugh at that. And then your date gets up from their seat, and bids you goodbye. You say the same and sit back in your chair. Waiting for the inevitable.

You reach into your bag for your lipgloss. As you grab it and take it out, you don't pay attention to the sound of the chair in front of you moving. You reapply your lipgloss.

"Fun date?" a voice asks.

You look across from you. Dick.

"yeah. you having a nice night?" you ask him.

Dick grins and takes a swig of his drink. It's almost down to the bottom. You can't tell if he got another one before he left the bar or not.

"Not really no. I pushed the one person that makes me happy into something because I got scared." he admits.

"Scared of what?" you ask.

"Scared of happiness. I realized how happy you made me and I didn't want to ruin it, but I ruined it anyways. I'm so so sorry for doing that to you." he explains.

You nod your head.

"So I'm so irresistibly charming and I make you so happy that you crashed my date, paid the bill, and apologized for the whole thing?" you least lightly.

Dick shakes his head, "I shouldn't get your forgiveness. I mean I deserve to be put on time-out or put in a corner."

"You're a grown man, Dick. I'm not about to do that to you. I just want you to know what you want." you say.

"I want you." he says effortlessly.

You smile, "Good. Because I'm not seeing anyone else."

"I haven't see anyone else since we first kissed." Dick admits.

[naomijoestar]

yo yo yo whats up it your favorite person here and their name is anon (i think)

anyways; s may i have some headcanons of narancia confessing to the usual shy reader? either the part where he might ask the others for help or the actual confession, thanks you very much!!1!!1

(as you can tell… we all narancia. hes our baby boy, hehehehheHEHEHHEHAHHAHHAAH)

Masterlist here <3

Well hello there my favorite person, anon! :p I adore narancia he is literally my baby and I love this ask so much <3

Sorry for the late reply! I have been super busy lately, so if I do take too long to answer your request I am not ignoring it dw but please be patient </3

Narancia confessing to shy reader headcanons

- Narancia is absolutely buzzing with energy the moment he realizes he’s in love with you. You’re the first thing on his mind when he wakes up and the last thing he thinks about before bed. But the thought of confessing? Absolutely Terrifying

- Knowing you’re shy, he tries to plan everything perfectly. He wants it to feel special without overwhelming you, but he has no idea where to start

- He turns to the gang for advice because, let’s face it, Narancia isn’t exactly an expert in romance:

- Mista tells him to play it cool and just go with the flow, but Narancia knows that’s not his style. If he tries to act too laid-back, he’ll end up tripping over his words or forgetting what he wanted to say

- Fugo suggests writing a letter to organize his thoughts. Narancia gives it a shot but quickly gets distracted drawing little hearts and sketches of your face in the margins

- Giorno advises him to be genuine. “Show them how much you care,” which makes Narancia overthink every little thing he wants to say. What if it’s too much? What if he scares you off?

- Bruno reminds him to keep it simple. “If they like you, they’ll appreciate the effort no matter what.” This sticks with Narancia, giving him the final push to just go for it

- After a lot of pacing and second-guessing himself, he decides to take you to a quiet spot near the water, somewhere peaceful where you won’t feel too pressured

- He shows up a little early to make sure everything feels right. He even brought a small gift—a flower he picked on the way or a little trinket he found that reminded him of you. It’s his way of breaking the ice

- The second you arrive, you can tell something’s up. He’s more jittery than usual, running a hand through his hair way too often

- Narancia tries to start casually, but his nerves get the best of him. His words tumble out all at once, a mix of excitement and panic. “So, uh, I’ve been meaning to tell you something. It’s not bad! I mean, I hope it’s not bad. Actually, it’s… it’s good. Really good. At least, I think it’s good—uh, sorry, I’m rambling.”

- He stops, takes a deep breath, and looks at you with wide, earnest eyes. His voice softens, and for once, his usual chaotic energy settles into something tender and sincere

- “What I’m trying to say is… I like you. Like, really like you. More than a friend. You make me feel so happy just by being around, and I—I want to make you happy too. So, uh… would you want to, y’know, be with me? Like, together?”

- He’s blushing so hard it looks like he might combust. His hands are fidgeting, and he keeps glancing away, afraid to see your reaction

- If you’re too shy to respond right away, Narancia immediately backtracks, waving his hands frantically. “Ah, you don’t have to answer now! I didn’t mean to put you on the spot!”

- But when you do manage to tell him you feel the same, his face lights up and his eyes go wide with disbelief before a huge, goofy grin spreads across his face

- “Wait, really?! You mean it? You like me too?!” He’s so overwhelmed with joy that he instinctively pulls you into a hug, but he catches himself halfway and asks, “Is this okay?” before wrapping his arms around you

- Narancia is on cloud nine for the rest of the day. He insists on walking you home, chatting nonstop about all the fun things you’ll do together now that you’re officially a couple

- He’s extra attentive to your needs, especially knowing how shy you are. He never wants to make you feel uncomfortable or overwhelmed, so he’s careful about taking things slow

- Around the gang, he can’t help but brag a little, but it’s always in a way that’s sweet rather than obnoxious. “Yeah, they’re with me now! Can you believe it? They’re amazing!”

- Narancia starts bringing you little gifts all the time—flowers, snacks, or even things he made himself. “I saw this and thought of you!” becomes his favorite line

- He loves holding your hand but is always gentle about it. If you’re too shy for PDA, he’ll respect that, but he still sneaks little touches whenever he can—like brushing his fingers against yours or resting his hand on your lower back

I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did writing it <3 If you’d like anything specific added or anything fixed you can message me about it!

If you enjoyed this make sure to check out my other posts, and if you’d like anything specific for any jjba character/squad you can request it if my requests are open!

[putschki1969]

I read all that drama from that person on the blog, I'll just say as a joke "what did this guy smoke to say all that that didn't make sense to me, honestly" I'll ask you a question, do you think they'll invite Kajiura in the end? Do you think the girls will sing the songs from the next Madoka movie?Whatever happens, I will support you and always love you. It hurts to see how quiet you have been. I forgot to say hello to you. I'm sorry, I hope you are well, dear. Take care of yourself.

Hello there, anon! I'm fine, thank you. Still focusing on the good things. I refuse to give in to all the negativity around me. Everyone who dares to throw insults or accusations at the girls will instantly get blocked by me. There's zero tolerance for this sort of behaviour in my little corner of fandom. So far, this is how I've managed to stay sane.

Ah yes, the whole thing with this blog is pretty crazy. It's no wonder the author deleted everything again. Everyone, be sure to read my DETAILED ANALYSIS here. While some things were certainly rooted in fact, most of it was just speculation and gossip.

As for your questions (please be aware that I don't enjoy speculations so my answers won't be very elaborate):

[D]o you think they'll invite Kajiura in the end? It would be appropriate to invite her. She has been there for some of Kalafina's most important lives so I would want her to experience their reunion live as well. I don't know if it's possible though with the current hostilities between Space Craft and Yuki Kajiura. I am definitely not one of the people who think Yuki needs to have a key role in the production of the concert. The truth is, Yuki has rarely played a huge role in Kalafina's live productions, especially when their live shows became bigger. That's why it baffles me that so many fans seem to believe that this concert will be a total mockery/failure without Yuki's involvement. What I'm trying to say is that I personally don't need her as producer/director but I'd definitely want to see her in the audience or backstage.

Do you think the girls will sing the songs from the next Madoka movie? No idea. I know many fans are quite invested in this particular topic but I don't really care all that much. For the time-being I just want this reunion/tribute live to happen with as little drama as possible. Whether they decide to resume their activities as a group or they go back to their solo work, is entirely up to them. I would like it if they did a few Kalafina lives every once in a while, at a variety of venues, with different productions and arrangements. I certainly wouldn't mind if they started to release new music but I'm still not sure if it would be a good idea to go down that path without involving Yuki Kajiura. I'm afraid 90% of fans would not accept that. I am probably one of the few people who will be supporting Kalafina no matter what. I am pretty sure I would like new music from them even if it wasn't written by YK because my love for Kalafina as a group goes far beyond my appreciation for Yuki Kajiura's music. I just love the girls themselves, their vocals and their harmony. However, if they end up releasing new music written by someone else, it is unlikely to be used in the Madoka movie. I mean, YK is doing the soundtrack so having Kalafina sing a theme/insert song would be a little awkward if she wasn't in charge of the composition. It's possible of course but it would lead to a further deterioration of the situation. Maybe if they manage to clear up some of that tension, a collaboration is possible but right now, I don't see how it would work out. Also, there's a possibility that a song has already been recorded for the movie. Many fans are speculating that the studio picture from a few weeks ago featuring Kaori, rito, Yuriko and Keiko might have been a recording for a big project (based on the fact that everyone is super secretive about it). Guess we have no choice but to wait and see...

It hurts to see how quiet [they] have been. Yes! It's killing me. I really hope that in the upcoming FJS radio broadcast, Yuki will address the matter so people can finally calm down. By now, Yuki must know how much turmoil she has caused with her statement and her follow-up tweets are proof that she's eager to take the heat off. But there needs to be something more substantial and genuine than a couple of half-assed tweets. The way this radio broadcast has been announced out of the blue with only a day for fans to send in questions gives me hope that this is her way of damage control. Ideally, the girls will start posting again as soon as everything has calmed down again. For the concert to be a success, they need to be able to do some proper promo work. We need as many posts and videos as possible! For now, it's just the FC lotteries with the core fan base applying for tickets. Many of us don't need much convincing but there are certainly a lot of other fans who are currently not planning to attend the concert so they need to be won over somehow. Not that I would necessarily want those pseudo-fans to be there but unfortunately, someone needs to fill that 8k capacity venue...

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Alright, cat’s out of the bag (and that cat’s name is Gidel) – we’ve just finished the Stage in Playful Land event! Well, it wasn’t really a surprise for some because we’ve been spamming Ko-fi with sketches related to this event for a while now, but.

I have a lot of thoughts, and now I can finally reply to a lot of very old asks about it (more HCs!), but I have to gather my thoughts first.

So for now, some short replies! Some of them aren’t Fellow and Gidel related, by the way.

Anonymous asked:

f–fellow... in your style... I just saw, I was that anon that asked—

THANK YOUUUU 💖💖💖 AH!!! 🙌 THANK YOU THANK YOU IT'S BEAUTIFUL! 🥹🦊

Very much looking forward to any more artwork of him, if you decide to draw more!! 🧡

Anonymous asked:

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THANK YOU FOR BLESSING ME WITH MY BOIS FELLOW AND GIDEL THEY ARE SO JUST AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Anons! I am so happy you like how they look hehehe. You’ve waited for so long…

We’ve never really doubted it, but still: drawing these two is so ridiculously fun. They are so delightful with their bright colours and fun silhouettes, and they have this vibe of a very old Disney movie (mostly because of the eyebrows, coloured shiny eyelids and the ear shape for Gidel lol). Not to mention the sprites’ animations are so fun, I really-really wanted to draw them.

So yeah, to answer the first Anon… I’ve been drawing Fellow pretty much every day while we were going through the event, so I’m guessing we’ll post more 😭

Anonymous asked:

Any ships for Fellow?

Just updated our pinned! We ship him with Gidel (duh), with pretty much every boy that participated in the event (excluding Vil and Leona, since we don’t see them as tops) and with all of Fellow’s shady bosses and all the rich men he serves to lol What a variety.

wonderlandwriting asked:

Your pinned post: gets updated with top!Gidel and bottom!Fellow. Me: Oh? ���� Mind elaborating on that/spare some HCs if you please? 😏 (if the reason Gidel is a top is because of a Specific Scene near the end of the event... God bless, I love the way you think)

Anonymous asked:

omg! omg! top!Gidel???? do have any headcanons for the shota kitty?

Anonymous asked:

i see you added Gidel to your tops list!!!

my favorite kitty boy!!

You guys are fast, the fact that you’ve noticed that it’s updated..!

HEHEHE Gidel is wonderful!

To be honest, from the very moment their designs dropped we never really questioned if he’d be a top, and I don’t know if this is just his vibes or our preferences lol But we really do love the small-but-mighty type, and imagining him as a tiny top (that absolutely shouldn’t be allowed to do all those things yet) next to a huge deep-voiced used-by-powerful-men bottom is too much fun. We weren’t sure with Fellow at first (imagine having an option not to have these two as a ship, wow scary), but as we started watching the event itself, it all became clear.

Not to mention these two have this vibe of “two of us against the world, surviving despite everything”, and things like that always melt our hearts.

As for the specific scene… do you mean the Bonk scene or the jumping around and hugging + being called a dummy scene? Both were super cute…

We do have some HCs, but I’ll share those later! Sorry for the wait, I really can’t keep up with all the hc lists, but I’ll do it I swear 💪😔

Anonymous asked:

I wish there was more idia x ortho content :( it's just never enough

You are so right, Anon. It really is never enough :( Let’s work towards the beautiful future when there will be a lot of Shroudcest… 🥰 from me included...

Anonymous asked:

T-two Rooks... scary😰

Double the damage, I mean the charm! Rook sandwich!

Anonymous asked:

Someone could hide in Rook’s boobs and never be found again…

As long as it isn’t the second Rook, we’re safe…

Anonymous asked:

I know the rabbit event in TWST has long been over but I finally had time to read it and my only 2 thoughts are, black bunnies leader x deuce is my new (crack) otp and seeing the sprites zoom around the screen is the best thing about the game

We haven’t watched the rabbit event yet, but you are intriguing me, Anon. So this is why Deuce didn’t take Ace there – so we could have a romance between the bunnies 😭

Also, the sprites’ “physics” in-game is always very funny. I can’t wait to see more of it when we finally get to watch this one lol It’s such a surprisingly funny visual comedy with all those goofy sounds.

Anonymous asked:

Hopefully this isn't spoiling too much, but Silver DID call Lilia something else when he was a kid, and it's super adorable ❤️❤️❤️ it really makes me wonder when and why he started calling him oyaji-dono 🤔 god I want to know everything about Silver's weird childhood... and also everything about everyone else's weird childhoods.........

Ohhh 👀 Now you’re also intriguing me, Anon (no worries about spoilers in this particular case, you’re good!) Then I agree, Lilia would totally swoon over the fact that Silver suddenly decided to call him that! He’d get all happy and mood breaking that it would almost bother Silver, but then Lilia would suddenly go back to do the sexy thing... Probably still commenting on that though lol

It really is adorable. Every time Silver reminisces about his childhood, it’s a journey… so I agree, it would be great to know absolutely everything about these years and what he went through. At what point did he decide that Lilia deserves to be addressed in a respectful manner and how Lilia feels about it… we’ll find out at some point, I’m sure~

[mazzystar24]

Hello, I hope you are having a good day. I was wondering if I could ask your thought and possible speculation for next episode. I've read what you've answered so I hope this is not a redundant ask.

I know and we all know that this is gonna hurt Buck to feel left behind to be replaced even maybe not feel good enough to be Eddie's friend (or more but my shipper heart need to calm down) and most of us realise that this is most likely, hopefully the time where buck is gonna realise that he feels more towards eddie. But my question is more regarding Eddie, what do you think happens in his pov? Like eddie doesn't have the same problems as buck regarding abandonment issues but he knows buck has them. You think he gonna realise them like during their basketball fight or after (that is gonna hurt to watch) or maybe someone will point it out? And if he realises it would he also go on a journey to realise his feelings or at least have him question why buck feel that and him wanting buck to realise that he should never think eddie will leave him?

And last then I'm stopping cause I don't want to be a bother, but what about Christopher? You think he's gonna be mentioned? Maybe Tommy mentioning him or something switch the flip for buck to start a fight (I know it's mostly and accident but I dont know how else to put it) or eddie uses christopher to anchor him (more episode 7x05 I guess then)? But that feels like the first one hurts way too much and the second like eddie would mask his feelings by using Christopher as a sort os middle ground/shield.

Sorry for the long ask is just that I ve always been the person whose friends preferred other friends and never picked for teams that sort of thing so just the sneak peak hurts to see and I wanted some insight and I've really liked your take on the whole thing. Also, fun fact the only person that did pick me I ended up marrying so eddie please take note lol

Hey anon thanks and you too! <3

I think Eddie’s perspective is super interesting to get into this episode because I genuinely think that he genuinely doesn’t realise that buck could be jealous because in his head he’s reassured Buck so many times and he himself is so self assured in their friendship and their places in eachothers lives that I think it genuinely doesn’t cross his mind at first to even think buck may be jealous. Like you saw him in that sneak peak like he saw buck and started bouncing on his heels like OMG BUCK IS COMING? YOU SHOULD HAVE MENTIONED THATS SO GREAT!!!!!🥰😍👏🏽👏🏽

I think like when he sees the jealousy that seems to be apparently directed toward him over tommy(??) and also towards him having other friends that he’ll be a little pissed and hurt and confused inside but nothing like deep or angsty I think he knows buck enough to like understand how deep his insecurities lie and will very easily overcome this little conflict

I don’t think from his perspective he’d question buddie things based off of this because their relationship has always been different than other friendships and buck has always been very insecure in general so he may hash it up to that, but if buck were to point out that not only is he feeling replaced on a friendship level by Tommy and maybe mention something about Marisol it could cause a little 🤨👀👀👀 moment but I think that’s the secret optimist in me

Ah stop don’t worry about being a bother I legit love these asks, on the Christopher front I think that’d be hard to fit in but would be cool to see, like I think that based off interviews it’s supposed to be a very lighthearted episode so I’m not expecting an overt amount of angst. But Chris is such a huge part of Eddie’s life and this is a character driven episode so I can see them mentioning him. Also I sorta made a joke about this but I can see them not so subtly comparing player Chris at the start of the season to this funny little jealousy thing going on between buck and Eddie.

Again DONT APOLOGISE FOR THE LONG ASKS AND I WONT APOLOGISE FOR THE LONGASS RAMBLING ANSWERS (that’s a lie I will continue to do that but I’m a hypocrite) I totally get what you mean like that is such a shitty feeling but I don’t think that this episode seems to be that angsty so hope it’s lighthearted for you too when it airs. That last part was so adorable btw yes Eddie should take notes from you and your spouse 😌

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5. Seabound

Elliott

We set off early in the morning. Rie and I had the camp packed up before the first sun had risen over the mountains.

It was Akasora who was the problem.

“Don’ wanna go anywhere.” He grumbles, curled on the ground, far more than just one bottle on the ground next to him.

“Do ya have no sense of dignity?” Rie seethes at him. He pouts, and crosses his arms.

“It’s probably good to start going. Right?” I ask Rie. She waves me off, so I fall silent once more.

“Atlachis, right? Well then we’ve gotta get a ship. Get up. It was your idea.” Rie reaches out to grab him, but he rolls over.

“I never said I have good ideas.” Akasora bemoans.

Rie grabs him by the back of his shirt, and hoists him into the air. She hums in mild surprise. “He’s light for someone who drank two barrels worth.” She comments mildly. She shakes him a little bit, and his only reaction is a halfhearted grumble.

“When did you decide that we’re going to the Atlachis place?” I inquire. “I thought you didn’t want to.” I watch as she throws Akasora into the cart. I climb on, nearly tripping but being proud because I didn’t. I was actually so awesome for such a feat.

“The fox said hell was coming if I didn’t. I don’t care much of that, but he offered good coin. You were out, so we talked a bit.” She gets the horses going, and the cart begins to rattle down the road. I grip the side as it jostles, and after a moment of consideration, pull Akasora over by his sleeve a bit so he doesn’t fall off.

“Hm.” I nod. “I guess I should thank you then. For uh, well, not killing me. And helping me out. And not killing him, as well.” I nod to the guy, who’s currently passed out again. Rie is silent for a good moment, then she sighs.

“I don’t know what to make of you.” She says after a while. “You can’t be so naive as to- whatever. You’re not too yappy like the fox, but I can’t make nothin’ outta the words that do come out of your mouth.”

“Oh.” I manage. I think over what she said for a moment before replying.

“I guess I just don’t know what to say, since I don’t really know what’s going on.” I offer to her.

“Everythings really weird. Since I woke up in the field…A lot of things have happened, and happened pretty fast.”

I look at my hands. The markings are still there, if anything they are all the more pronounced. The black color only seems to get darker and more prominent as time goes on. I exhale slowly, feeling an odd sense of poignancy.

“I don’t really get anything, but I don’t have anywhere else to go. And if we end up unsealing the god, I might get answers.” I manage to finish my train of thought.

“We don’t exactly want t’ unseal him.” Rie replies after a long moment of silence. “I don’t trust the fox, but he’s an awful liar. What he says seems to be true, far as I know.”

I nod. Her words make sense- Akasora is certainly a character. I don’t quite know what to make of him, he’s quite baffling.

Another question comes to my mind. I decide to ask it, instead of staying silent out of being polite.

“Hey, er, Rie?” I glance at her. She nods slightly to indicate she’s listening. “The people in the alley. Who were they? And they seemed familiar with you.” I recall Akasora mentioned she was a mercenary- a killer, a murder, all that scary stuff. Personally, it's not the oddest thing I've heard yet.

“I already went over this, idiot. Tch, whatever.” She sighs. “You must have been too out of it to catch on. Well, I’m a mercenary, you know that. Those were my… acquaintances, I guess. Some other lackeys working under the same person I am.”

“Ah, sorry. I must have still been thinking about the weird dream I had.” I shrug.

“S’don’t matter.”

“Why did you become a mercenary?” I ask, before I can lament over how invasive it sounds. I only regret how rude it comes across once the words have already left my mouth.

“...That’s not a story that’s worth telling.” She replies. “Anyway, wake the fox up if you can. We have to get a ship to make the journey to Atlachis.” I watch as she stops the horses and jumps down from the cart. I look to where she’s headed- the tiny ocean port-town. I can see ships in the distance with wide and billowing sails.

Atlachis.

The place where the ‘God’ is sealed. A place where I can maybe get answers on where I am, and what’s going on.

Most importantly, who I am.

Would a god even know? What exactly am I? I get an innate feeling of wrongness in merely existing in this world. There’s something off with the suns and moons. There’s something wrong with me existing in this world. I do not belong, but I’m here. Something is really, terribly wrong.

But what?

Akasora said full on that I was from another world and universe. Which one is that? Where is it, and did I have a life there? If I used to be there, how did I get here?

If I had a life before, what was that one like?

I shake my head. No use spacing out and thinking about that when we’re moving forward. I shake Akasora. He grumbles, but sits up quickly. His pupils are still dilated, but he seems far more lucid.

“Are we on track?” He murmurs, rubbing at his eyes. I nod. He gets up. After rifling around for a while in the cart, he turns up a rucksack. He empties what was in it- some odds and ends- and then shoves as many bottles of alcohol as he can into it.

“Is that…one hundred percent necessary?” I confront him as he tries to stuff another bottle into the sack. “I mean, you do seem to bounce back from a hangover pretty fast, but should you be drinking…That much?” The stink of alcohol gets into my nose and I grimace. That stuff just seems so nasty for some reason, and I’m still pretty sure Akasora is younger than me.

He waves me off. “No good morning? Rude. And, uh..Anyway!” He tightens the rucksack and slings it over his shoulder, then winks. “Don’t mention this to the scary merc girl, alright?”

About twenty minutes later, Rie returns.

“Took some haggling, but I got one that won’t sink ten meters out. I sold the horses for supplies already, so we’re taking them down to the market.” She gets into the cart and we start rattling down the road again.

“Didn’t we steal those horses?” I ask. “Are we even allowed to sell them?”

“Liberated them, if you want moral talk.” Rie drives the cart down to a market. We all get out and Rie grabs her pack. A man hands Rie two large bags and a smaller bag that clinks and clanks. Money.

I decide to be content with moral talk. Hopefully the horses just go somewhere nice and comfortable, they seemed nice.

She hands me one of the bags. It’s bulky, I grunt and heft it over my shoulder. Rie glances at Akasora,

who begins to act as though the rucksack of wine over his shoulder is extremely heavy, even staggering and bending his knees inwards. She ignores him and hefts the bag over her shoulder alongside her own pack.

She leads us down to the docks.

“We ain’t going to risk going on a ship with a captain and crew we don’t know, especially since we’re goin’ to Atlachis.” Rie says under her breath, glancing back at us.

We come to an abrupt stop. I survey the vessel in front of us. Small, light, a shoddy paint job but it looks sturdy enough. I step on and set the bag I’m carrying down. Akasora hesitates for a moment too long, so Rie pushes him. He yelps and stumbles forwards, and lands on the deck. He shoots Rie a dirty look, and then sets his bag down as well. Rie boards last, and almost immediately starts hoisting the sails and all that other stuff people who know how to sail do. I myself don’t know how to sail, so I don’t know what to do. I do know that after a moment of both me and Akasora standing there, me out of confusion, Akasora out of…whatever is going through his head; Rie yells at both of us to help out.

After some more general confusion and multiple swears from Rie in a foreign tongue, the ship sets out. The breeze is crisp and cool, and the sunlight dances on the waves. Once the ship gets going, Rie says we can relax.

Akasora immediately makes himself comfortable, leaning against a softer rucksack. I decide to go near the helm, watching the waves.

It's mostly uneventful. I end up going to the main deck area after a while and after asking if there's anything I can help with, I settle down and just watch the clouds above.

Akasora wakes up and surprisingly reaches for a waterskin instead of a bottle. It might not be intentional, but I can practically hear the guy's liver crying in relief.

“Evening.” I say after a moment. He glances up, one ear flicking in my direction before he's even made eye contact.

“Evening. How long was I out? Seems we're still on board, so it must not have been too long.”

“Ah, I'm awful at estimating time.”

I am? That's good to remember.

I think. It's probably been about an hour, maybe more.

“Maybe like an hour and a half?” I offer.

He nods. After a moment, I leave him to check with Rie.

She seems perturbed, for some reason. She looks through an iron spyglass before cursing and stepping back.

“Storm coming. And Godslayers.” She hisses as she walks down the stairs. “Fox, wake up.”

Isn't that something that happens like every single time someone gets on a ship? Man, just how common are storms at sea?

“I am.” Akasora yawns as he reaches for a bottle of mead, but Rie bats it out of his hand and he sighs in annoyance.

“Did ya not hear me? White and Gold sails. Godslayers.”

I glance between the two. Akasora suddenly darts up before I can read his face, snatches the spyglass from Rie, and looks to the horizon.

“Not to be that guy, But what’s a Godslayer? I’d assume from the name, they, well, slay gods.” I interject.

“And Marked.” Rie hisses.

Marked. Oh, shit, I’m marked. They’re going to slay me.

So not cool.

“I uh, appreciate the effort of like- I glance at the sea, and I don’t even need the spyglass to see the gradually growing speck. “Having an entire ship after me, but I reflected a bit and I don’t really feel like being slain.”

I still don’t understand. The information I have just gives me more questions to ask.

“Why do they hunt marked, anyways? I know Akasora said a bunch of stuff about- Powers?” I look at my hands. I don’t have powers. I can’t blast fire from my hands or do magic or whatever else these people are expecting. I think briefly back to what happened in the alley and the sudden crack of the bones, but I shove it from my mind. I couldn’t possibly have magic, that's just one weird thing on top of another.

Could I?

“Mors Alba has to have some sort of power.” Akasora cuts in. “I just didn’t think Godslayers would get the energy signature so soon.”

A tense silence falls as everyone attempts to figure out the next course of action.

“I’ll try and lose them. We’re not too far from the rocks around Atlachis.”

Rie strides off and pulls the sails.

“I just hope Mors Atra isn’t on that ship.” Akasora mutters. “We- mostly you, may be dead if such is the case.”

I remember what he said about the two people in the prophecy. Me, and someone else?

“Wait, isn’t Mors Atra the other half of the prophecy? Why are they trying to kill me?” I ask. This situation just gets more awful and confusing as time goes on. If this was a dream, I’d like to wake up right about now.

“Mors Atra, Bastard son, Defier of Destiny. He knows of the prophecy, but a warped version. To have peace for this world, he thinks he can kill you.”

Mors Atra. Something to that name seems wrong- seems like it doesn’t suit it’s holder. I don’t like how much like a title it feels.

Suddenly, there's a massive boom. I turn towards the noise, and see a flaming cannonball barely miss the deck of the ship, plopping in the water with a hiss.

“Ay, dimwits! If you want to live, you gotta help me steer us to another pretty certain death.” Rie shouts over the wind. I’d hardly noticed, but the closer we get to Atlachis, the more the sea seems to roar in pain and anguish. It's almost unnatural- it was sunny not long ago. The wind is picking up now, and the waves roll over and over themselves.

Akasora jumps up and adjusts the other set of sails. A wave hits the side of the boat, and I stumble, water tearing at my legs. Another cannonball whirls past, and it hits the railing on the side before also being lost to the depths.

I grab a bucket and try to bail water off the side. The waves keep on crashing over the sides, and we’ll be sunk if a cannonball hits, that much I’m sure.

Something arcs over my head and the wind rushes down my neck. I look up just in time to see a harpoon embed in the sail, then wrap around the mast.

“We’re caught!” Akasora screeches, panicked.

Rie steps away from the wheel just a moment to toss me a knife. I catch it, but it nicks my thumb and I swear.

“Cut the line, idiot-” Rie yells, before going back to the helm.

Cut- Cut the damn line?! My jaw drops. I’m on the floor, and the harpoon is embedded-

Whatever, whatever. I have to at least try. I free my hands from the knife and clamp the handle in my mouth, grab a rope, and try to pull myself up. It strains muscles I didn’t know I had, and it burns. Why couldn't I be naturally fit and buff when I woke up? Why did I never hit the gym? It's honestly offensive. Still, I hear another boom and just hope and pray the cannonball doesn't hit.

The ship swerves abruptly, and I lose my footing on the rigging. I hold onto the rope as tight as I can, white knuckled.

My feet dip into the water and I swear, because the water is freezing, freezing cold. It leaks through my shoes and my socks.

Still, I manage to pull myself up, haggard. Knife somehow still clenched in my teeth. I manage to scramble high enough to see the line from the harpoon. I wrap my legs around the mast and grab the harpoon with one hand. I start sawing, but the rope is thick and tightly braided.

It starts fraying, and there's one more little piece I have to cut through and it’ll be off.

But then I feel it go taut. I startle, a shiver running through my body.

And the rope then snaps. Tension flicks down the line with a sharp swish.

Something, no someone, leaps into the air right before the severed cord drops into the sea. I see billowing robes, flowing hair, and then the sword.

Given context clues, I think it’s safe to assume that this is Mors Atra.

That sword is honestly really cool.

Suddenly, said sword arcs towards my hand. I yelp and in my panic let go of my other support- the still embedded harpoon. I manage to catch myself on the rigging but I can’t hold on, and I land on the deck. Fiery agony arcs from my shoulder, my hip, and my spine. For a moment I lie there, just breathing heavily, nearly going cross eyed from the pain.

How many feet did I fall? Like ten? It makes my gut churn. The terror of the fall only hit on the ground for some reason. My heart hammers in my chest like a frightened bird.

Then something slams into the deck near my ear, splintering wood. I open my eyes, and see the shining silver blade of the sword, only inches from my cheek.

My breath hitches, and I flinch just slightly when I hear feet hit the deck. Water sloshes over me, and I shiver. Man.

I can’t make out his face, it’s too dark. But lightning flashes, and I see him all at once.

Pale skin. A blindfold over his eyes. Flowing and wild dark hair.

He rips the sword from the deck, in a deliberate motion. It’s almost like time slows down- I can not move, only wait as he raises his blade. My eyes are reflected in the shining silver, and there's something inscribed on it.

“Elliott!” Someone screeches. I come to myself and shove myself aside just as he plunges the sword into the wood once more, this strike with far more force behind it. I look over and see Akasora, carefully aiming a ball of blue fire at the opposing ships. Rie has her pistols, and she's deliberately taking down those at the cannons. I hiss, and after steeling myself for the pain, I manage to hoist myself up on the side.

My hands are numb. Cold, so terribly so.

I’m fairly sure the other two can handle themselves, so I keep my attention on the person in front of me.

He tries to cut me down, but on some sort of instinct I raise the dagger and push back at him. The blade is sharp, and it nearly cuts through my own, but I grind my teeth and just hope it holds long enough for me to get a word in.

“I don’t want to fight you.” I grit out. “I don’t know who you are, but-”

Before I can say anything else, he shoves forward, and the knife I hold is sliced clean in half. It flies into the sea, and I curse. That was my only knife. I do not have another unfortunately.

Something is thick and heavy in the air. Almost oppressive, but it’s not harmful. If anything, I feel invigorated. It’s not as cold, and when I look at my hand, my thumb, the wound isn’t even there- like it never existed at all.

Something is happening. As expected, I have no idea what. But I feel fine. I feel better than fine, truly.

There's something in the air. Something I can't name, nor place.

He comes at me again, but there's a startling blankness in my mind. When he raises his sword, I don’t even think- I just lunge forwards and meet the blade with my wrist.

It cuts, it's cold, it's painful, but almost instantaneously fades. It dries on my wrists and I shove him back, and he stumbles. A startled breath passes through his pallid lips.

He takes too long to raise and swing his sword. His hands are shaking.

I look back at Rie and Akasora. They’re both entirely occupied, and I have to decide what to do.

I can’t fight. There’s something here that's making me stronger and him weaker, but I don’t know what. If it disappears, I’m done for.

Also, he still has a sword. In truth, I deserve a sword as well.

Honestly, I’ve been thinking too much. I’ll just start doing and hope for the best.

I rush at Mors Atra, and punch his jaw. He's knocked back, surprised, but he sinks his hands into my arms and yanks me back. There is hatred in his grip, a desire to cause nothing but pain.

And we both go tumbling into the sea.

[a-dragons-journal]

Ah, sorry. I don’t think I was very clear. I wasn’t trying to suggest or imply that you didn’t know the specificities of what the term meant. I laid it out because I don’t remember if it was clearly defined at any point, even in the original reblog that started the conversation (and it entirely might have been, I was just being safe and I have a spotty memory). And because I thought it was better context for my question, but I think I missed the mark there.

I can tell that this has been a frustrating discussion to have, and even though I wasn’t sending anon hate I’m still sorry you’ve gotten it. I think you’ve been very diligent in trying to handle the conversation with compassion and an open mind in spite of it.

And, for the record, I don’t expect a hard answer on my question, it was really something more to consider for you or more likely, anyone else who was going to read it. Since non-extant species (and especially ones who have no fossil record, so things like dragons, spirits, etc) don’t have the luxury of hard categories, I felt that relying on ‘scientific accuracy’ as a reason to use the term was a bit of a grey area in that case. But maybe in asking the question I improperly categorized your stance or the stances of others, so sorry again if I managed to do so.

Anyways :) feel free to answer or not. I won’t take it personally if you’re just sick of the topic and don’t want to talk about it anymore lol. I just wanted to clear up what I meant especially since my previous ask came across like I was insulting your intelligence or knowledge on the subject.

That makes somewhat more sense, thank you for clarifying. It was not defined at any point in the discussion, you are correct, but only because I kind of assumed that anyone with enough stake in it to participate in the discussion would look it up on their own time if they weren't already familiar. It's a fair question in general, it just came off a little... condescending, I guess? in this context specifically and I wasn't honestly sure how else to interpret it, because taking it outside of the context of this discussion hadn't occurred to me ^^; I apologize for the misunderstanding and appreciate the clarification.

You have a fair point about non-extant and particularly mythical species being a little bit gray, but at that point, the problem is that to be "truly" accurate, each individual would have to come up with a whole taxonomy and suite of scientific language to discuss their own species, and that's... kind of a ridiculous ask, y'feel? Like, no, a unicorn isn't technically a mammal because a mammal is a family of species on Earth, but we talk about them as if they are because morphologically it's accurate and it'd be kind of insane to ask every unicorn to come up with a whole separate taxonomy to describe their particular species of unicorn.

In this case, yes, there's a chance that there's an inaccuracy in the term hermaphrodite that I don't know about because of the gaps of knowledge I have about my species - but it's equally possible that it is perfectly accurate, and from the knowledge I do have it appears to be (and nothing else appears to surpass it for accuracy), so the term applies until I learn something that indicates it's actually inaccurate. From the data I have, it's accurate. If I get new data in the future that contradicts that conclusion, I can update my terminology then.

(For the record, by the way, I raise a glass in admiration of your conflict management skills. I recognize the de-escalation skills you're using and have used them myself (and am admittedly laughing at the fact that they're still working on me despite me recognizing them for what they are). That's a difficult skill a lot of people struggle with and I appreciate and admire you sticking to it even when I'm not being as gracious as I probably should be on my end. Props.)

[aqua-dan]

I’m sorry for like constantly filling up your inbox with question but I’ve figured out what Roy and Garth’s little misunderstandings were so you don’t have to answer that ask.

I also would like to admit that I think that I’m kind of a Roy.

Bare with me…

I often trash on my friends at any given opportunity. Any opening for a snide remark, any mean comment I could possibly think of in two seconds. If it’s clever and witty then I’ll squeeze it in and for any other person what I’m doing is seen as mean and for a while… they also considered me as rude.

I never really realized that I was actually overstepping someone’s boundaries. This is more geared to one specific person and I felt like really bad about it… because… the whole reason I was being like that in the first place is because I like them and I want to be close to them…

Like I considered them different from everyone else - I felt like I related to them and I felt like they could understand me - like they could understand the worst parts of me and if they over time got conditioned to being around me even when I’m like that then they could be the type of person who I can show all my ugly to as well.

It’s like weird - I don’t know how to describe it. In my head I seriously think that what I’m doing is like extremely and so obviously affectionate and caring. It’s like me insulting them is actually the most hilarious thing in the world because me thinking low of them would be the biggest joke to end all jokes… because I don’t think low of them - I really like them and I thought that was obvious.

I guess it’s easier to show that in a special little game made for them then it is to do it in a normal way because if I do that I’ll be showing my ass because if I was affectionate in a normal way and they didn’t like me then it’d kind of crush me and if I do it this way and they still like me than perhaps it’s mutual.

God, to think when they communicated to me that they didn’t think we were close enough for that then I felt like a damn idiot because I felt closer to them than literally anyone else. :(

It’s very twisted but my POINT is that lowkey Roy probably really likes Garth if my situation at all resembles that.

Ah, classic preschool bs, if he’s mean to you for no reason than it means he likes you but it is very true.

I think that people don’t understand RoyGarth because they refuse to see the implications. It’s not a bad or confusing ship at all. It’s misunderstandings and if they truly hated each other’s guts its not like that will ever effectively take away from the quality of the ship.

What Roy does for Garth is almost inherently affectionate and almost romantic seen through the right lenses.

Sorry for the tangent. This isn’t me venting AT ALL by the way - I’m just trying to connect Roy’s behavior to something and I know myself better than anyone so!

Hey! No worries, anon! I actually LOVE getting asks, and I'm always super appreciative for every one I get! I'm sorry also that I'm so slow to answer them. I get so nervous answering things sometimes because I don't want to say the wrong thing. I've been known to go and re-read whole series just in case so I can give the best response I can. But that does mean that sometimes asks sit around for a bit... oops. This ain't about me though, so!

Thank you genuinely for sending this! I think it's a really interesting take on this whole thing from someone who has clearly analyzed their own actions/feelings, and gives us a perspective that we may not otherwise see.

I do think it's really intriguing, both in real life and in fiction, how differently two people can view something and how actions can be interpreted/misinterpreted.

Again, thank you for being willing to share this! (And as a side note, I still am planning on answering your other ask anyway, but maybe as a comprehensive look at Roy and Garth's interactions)

[gurokichi]

Bon guess whose birthday is going to be tomorrow and won't even be able to celebrate it :D

Yeah tomorrow is my birthday, and I wouldn't celebrate it because right tomorrow I have to go on a school trip (which in fact I was originally going to have an exposition (I don't know if I write right) tomorrow, but the date of the exposition and the trip changed, so now tomorrow will be the trip and the exposition I think it going to be the next week).

But it's not like I'm upset or anything, in contrary I'm very glad that anyone would celebrate my birthday, because for me, my birthday isn't important, for me celebrating my birthday is such a waste of time and money, and I like to see my birthday just like another boring day and not like my "special" day.

But leaving that aside, I don't want to go to school today, I really don't want to, but I have to, and I hate it.

But, I think it's ok, it's not like something so bad is going to happen at school XD (I'm very scared of the words that I just said, because I know that when someone says that, something really bad happens ;-;).

Ah and yet used to me to put "xd" in the end of a sentence, because when I trust someone, whenever I write to them I will put “XD” at the end of a sentence (I don't know why I do it, but it's something I like to do).

And btw.... ERIS I JUST NOTICED THAT YOU FOLLOW ME YESTERDAY, THANKS YOU! :D, I'M VERY HONORED I PROMISE!!!.

Sorry I got excited, it's just I wasn't expecting that, it really took me by surprise, a happy surprise I can say.

So now you were watching KNY when I send you the ask?, wow perfect timing xd.

And yeah I know that already, and I suppose that you was playing dumb with me, but not anymore I thought, so you know at least something about the character of my profile pic, I didn't know that one of your watch amphibia, in my case, none of my friends watched it, well, one of them do but, she didn't finished ;-;.

And talking about her, she answered me this morning :D (she have sleep problems too, so we were talking from 4 to 5 am today, yeah, we need to sleep better we know that) I can live again, I'm so happy that she doesn't seem mad at me, I would die if she was really mad at me, I just love her so much, that I couldn't help it but being so scared, I don't told her that though,she didn't even know that I'm telling you this, but she knows about you bon, I told her that I have a friend on tumblr (however I don't know if you consider me as your friend),and she's happy about that, she's happy that I finally have a friend after what happened to that "friend" (you know what friend I'm talking to).

She knows that my birthday is tomorrow, and told me to have a "good time" tomorrow I know she's trying to cheer me up, but I'm just not excited about tomorrow's trip.

RIGHT? some bugs are just disgusting to me, specially.... Spiders "but unnamed anon spiders are not bu-" I don't fucking care if they are arachnids and not bugs, i'm calling them the way I fucking want.

My father told me that we were going to clean my room on Saturday (because seriously my room is made of shit, with cobwebs, dust, and possibly cockroaches, in short, basically my room is a reflection of myself xD), so, my room isn't going to be shitty anymore :D.

You're welcome, I know that sometimes I said things that nobody but me would understand, so it's ok to me to explain what I was referring to (however sometimes it is annoying, but like I said it's just sometimes, not all the time).

I think it's all for now, goodbye bon! :D (I have school today so, maybe I wouldn't answer you, but if you answer me "sooner" then I'm going to try to answer you back! I promise!).

- Unnamed anon :p

Late to this ask and already sent you something about your birthday in DMs, so I am going 2 mostly skip over those parts… however, before I do, forgive me for pushing here, but your birthday isn’t a waste of time or money. People want to celebrate it because they love you. I do understand that feeling, though, and I hope that your birthday today goes how you’d like it to, whether you celebrate or not!

I’m sorry to hear that you don’t like school. I was the same way when I used to actually attend school. School sucks, but it’ll be okay, and when you get home, you can do the things that you like!

Aw, you’re adorable with the xd thing and the excitement towards Eris following you 😭😭

I was! I’m planning to watch some more later today. I really like it so far, but I’m also only a couple episodes in.

I’m glad to hear that you and your friend are talking again! Have you two sorted things out?

Spiders are the worst. Also, it’s just easier to call them bugs!! I’m excited for you that your room’s getting cleaned; it sounds like it wasn’t in too good of a state before. Eugh, I hate cockroaches. Had several in my house recently… actual jumpscare looking up on the ceiling and seeing one above my bed.

How’ve you been? Done anything interesting in the time it took me to write a response?

Alrighty, I’ll be eagerly awaiting your reply! Bye bye! (^^)/

[pynkhues]

YOU ARE AN INCREDIBLE WRITER. It's insane how fantastic you are, and this fic is just amazing, it's even more amazing than I anticipated. I'm leaving a comment on the fic itself, so I'll save the odes for that. :)

The way you describe what Lestat endures with Magnus is so (suitably) horrific even though it's not graphic. I feel like there might be something very wrong with me for even asking this question--grateful for anon lol--but your fic is already haunting me and I know I'm going to obsess over this if I don't ask, despite my embarrassment. So--can I ask, with the physical assaults, were you imagining that Magnus took enough "care" (if that's even the right word to use in such a grotesque context) that Lestat wasn't badly physically injured/in severe pain from that specifically, or would he have been in significant pain from that during that week, or would Magnus perhaps use his own blood to heal enough damage that he did so that he could do it all over again the next night?

Again, sorry, I feel like a freak for even asking, but I think it's that your fic is so so so vivid that it's making me wonder about very specific things.

Thank you!! Ah, I'm so glad it not only lived up to, but exceeded expectations!

And don't be embarrassed! I kind of knew as soon as I decided to write it that I wanted to follow Anne's beats in the novel. It meant I had to expand them and rearrange a few, ultimately, because the show's extended the timeline from two nights to a week, and you have the added component of the fact that the vampires couldn't have sex in the early books (although Anne basically retconned that in later books), and obviously can in the show. So that really guided my decisions in how I wrote it.

(Below a cut just because of the nature of it).

As a result, there were a few things at play for me. First and foremost, I knew I wanted to explore this sense that Lestat's feelings evolve really dramatically over the course of that section of the book, from abject human horror at Magnus' monstrousness, to as he puts it, loving Magnus very deeply and feeling loved by him, despite the fact that Magnus is putting him through something unimaginably awful and Lestat never consents to the turning, even at the very end when it's inevitable.

I kind of thought a lot about the show's approach to the books in that sense too, and how much it leans into the elements of memory and the odyssey of recollection, and when I thought about it that way it made sense to me that Lestat would probably retroactively romanticise his turning as a means of surviving it. Lestat's an artist, he's a performer, y'know, but he's also prone to slipping on rose-coloured glasses in general and focusing on the things he finds - or can make - beautiful to navigate his own immortality. He also never processes anything, ever in the books, just goes into long sleeps, and while I know that annoys some, personally I think it's really (probably the wrong word to use in this context, haha, but) fun on a narrative level. It opens up a lot of room for narrative conflict, particularly between Lestat and Louis (and Armand!) who have all collectively and separateley experienced enormous amounts of trauma.

The other things that really struck me as I re-read that section of the book is a) how drunk Magnus gets him - - because he gets him really drunk before he comes back to him in the tower, and b) the fact that Magnus only seems to get angry at Lestat when Lestat calls out for God (the 'I'll feed you to the wolves of hell' line is actually a direct quote from the book, and it's the last time Lestat calls to God that Magnus really hits him and knocks him to the ground), the rest of the time he mostly just seems to be amused by him.

This is a very roundabout way of answering your question, but I guess in my head Magnus was probably more brutal on some nights than others, and only even attempted to prepare or care for Lestat by getting him drunk, which both would've made him more pliant and would ultimately affect how disoriented he was and what he would remember. The fact of that I think has probably only been compounded over time as Lestat's twisted up his own spotty memories into something he can live with.

Like, Magnus is one of the most traditionally monstrous monsters in the book, not just for what he does to Lestat, or the fact that he demolishes the blond boy population of 1700s France, but he steals the dark gift in the first place. I tried to get this into the fic, but couldn't quite make it work, but Magnus becomes a vampire by chaining one up while they're in a deep sleep and waking them up only to force himself on them. His own turning was another act of violent rape he inflicted, and so I had that in my head too as I was writing it.

[physics-of-one-piece]

Hiya! Just popping by to say I am in LOVE with this blog!!!!! It is SO MUCH FUN to read through your explanations and you’re incredible at dumbing it down just enough for us mortals to understand. I was never great nor really interested with anything physics or math related in my entire life haha but I’m honestly and unexpectedly having such a field day reading through your posts!

Thank you for creating this! Keep it up, I can’t wait to read on the next topic you’ll approach ✨

Thank you, anon! I'm happy to know you're enjoying the blog! I'm having fun doing this stuff!

Honestly, from an anime watcher, neither was I interested in doing calculations or physics-thinking. It never crossed my mind until recently. Blame Doflamingo. Or thank him. 🤣 I love him. He's my fluffy pink man.

One day a week ago now I woke up and was like thinking about Doflamingo's height or sth and I really wanted to just... JUST KNOW HOW BIG ARE THOSE LIMBS OF HIS, and I thought it might be fun to do some calculations! And it was! AND NOW I FINALLY KNOW THE LENGTH OF HIS ARMS AND HANDS AND FINGERS, HELL YEAH!

@fanaticsnail was really encouraging, and so were everyone, so I gathered my guts and made this sideblog to keep my geeking limited to it.

After I did some calc, I was like "oooh, so that's how big Doflamingo's limbs are" or "oooh, so that's how much kinetic energy Luffy uses" and during the weekend I went into a bit of quantum physics for Law's ROOM and got a bit bored at one point bcs it's subatomic. I will say, the quantum physics theories & principles are fun. I'll expand on them when we cover Shambles & Takt. But calculating quantum formulas... No thank you. I'll be here with my classic physics, have a great day, sir.

It makes me very very happy to hear that I managed to make it understandable. 😊

I think while watching the anime you and me and everyone, we simply take it all in and enjoy it, and we don't think about things like math (ew, math, yuckie).

You know what we humans do do?

Many people see a mountain and say "whoa, that's big" and it usually ends on that unless we google how tall the mountain is. Scaling things is hard with our eyesight, we either recognise height as "giant, big, medium, small, tiny" bcs it's how we are. We don't need to know because we can recognise it by our eyes. Not the exact numbers, but we feel and understand the size of the mountain. We do have a sense of scale, we just don't put numbers to it at that moment.

Same for One Piece.

We know the characters are FAST, we know they're SUPER STRONG. It's anime, it's supposed to be fun, you're supposed to relax and enjoy it. We don't need to think too hard on it because we recognise deep in our guts these characters would wipe the floor with us within 0.000000001 seconds just as the villains do to the poor One Piece civilians.

Seriously, I feel so bad for the civilians of One Piece. The villains need to pick on someone their own size!

And then they get beaten by someone half their size, ah, irony.

Hmm, I hope I managed to convey what I mean...

I guess I'm the "how big are Doflamingo's hands" search option now. I'm the "how tall is Mt Everest" for the people who want to know a bit more, I guess, haha.

I'm just glad it's fun for everyone! 🎉

I've been working on what I will title Doflamingo's Day Trip To Punk Hazard ie analasys of how fast that flamingo man flew to that island. Only problem is knowing the distance he travelled. Once more, another day passes without the map of One Piece's world and another day I have to wing it.

Oh, well, Luffy set out to sail with one single plan "Enter the Grand Line, become the Pirate King." and he's doing pretty well.

Also, expect Fujitora, cus I fckn love gravity. Oh, and Sanji. I adore Sanji, I can't wait to post some stuff about him, too!

Thank you for the ask, sorry that I went on a bit of a long answer. 😅 Anyway, I'm happy you like the blog and are enjoying it!

Much love to you, anon ❤️

[stayxlix]

hellooooo!!! how are you?? i hope well🩵

i have a small question, so, as anyone on this earth should i obviously love off the deep end! I've been looking for a long and really good felix fic for so long (i feel there's a high chance that i already read all of them pls help) and this like exactly what ive been looking for!! It had me hooked the moment i saw the masterlist! Your writing is exceptionally amazing, i really cant put into words just how much and i genuinely enjoy reading this story a, like so mich so that i reread it quite often.

Kinda went off the rail, but the question is, how many chapters do you presume there'll be? It doesn't have to be an exact number, just how much you expect! And my other question is, when do you think a new chapter will come out? Obviously, you don't have to be exact, just what you think! I hope it doesn't sound invasive or something, I'm just really really REALLY excited for what's to come and honestly can't wait so i just wanted to know how long we're approx gonna wait for!! I definitely don't mind waiting as much because I know the next chap will be absolutely breathtaking like the rest! 💗

A little side note, i feel like Decode by paramore and sacrifice (eat me up) by enhypen fits this story so much (maybe not neccessarily all of the lyrics but they just give me the same vibe like decode IS this story) !! I'm even considering making a playlist specifically for this story because I just LOVE IT so so much and wanna be in the right mood when i read it, if yk what i mean??

This is super long, so I hope it's not that bad but have an amazing day, week and year, you definitely deserve that and more! 💓 ily, take care and stay safe, love🩵🩵

hiii anon🩵🩵i've been doing pretty well these days thank you for asking, i hope you can say the same :)

(i apologize in advance for how long this response is lmao)

"as anyone on this earth should" this made me smile so hard omg the entire EARTH lol i truly admire the ambition.😂💕thank you so much for such kind words and high praise, it makes my heart so happy to know you feel this way about my little story💕 tbh im pretty sure ive read all of the felix fics on here too so you're not alone there lol (someone pls help us both)

to answer your questions, i'm not quite sure how many chapters otde will end up with....tbh (much like how i go about my life in general) i have been writing this story without much of a plan in mind aside from like a general outline of how i want it to go/end.😂 maybe the chapter number will end up somewhere in the teens? of course i dont want to drag it out indefinitely..but its also my only project right now so i dont want to rush anything either ya know? :)

as for your second question...well i dont have much of an answer for you here either (im horrible im so sorry lol) my life seems to go in periods of either being super busy or so bored that i dont know what to do with myself and right now things are starting to slow down a bit again, so i'm hoping to have the next chapter out in the next couple of weeks??? (if i can manage to keep a few of my weekends free). so with that being said...i guess i kind of failed to answer both of your questions (again i am so sorry lol i wish i could give you more😭) but either way i do hope you'll stay along for the ride. 💕💕

"I'm even considering making a playlist specifically for this story" ah you have no idea how much this means to me.🥹🥹 i love both of the songs you included here and i think they would be perfect additions to an otde playlist. to be honest i have a little playlist i listen to get into the right mood when i write it (only like 30 songs or so) but im always always looking for more to add. if you might be interested in the link let me know and i'd be more than happy to share, and if you do end up making a playlist i would absolutely love to give it a listen🤭🤭 thank you so much for taking the time to read and provide your feedback anon, i truly appreciate it so very much. i hope you have a wonderful rest of your day/evening/night whatever it may be :) much love🩵🩵🩵

[villainessxassassin]

Hello there! May I request a loose continuation of Admiring afar and behind the screen ? I just love the idea of a y/n working through their problems with the help their crush.

If you need like,, more instructions, I would kinda like to know what their daily life is like and what they do when they spend time together. Do y/n and Idia work up the courage to vc while playing games? Visual novel or MMORPG? Horror or puzzle? Do one of them break and confess by accident?

Sorry of this ask is too long, I just got really excited. Im new to Twisted Wonderland but Im always excited and hyped to see people writing about it! Best of wishes.

-Panda Anon

note: y/n is shy and has self doubt but is getting better bcuz of idia and his magical capabilities of being best boi

(I legit fell off my bed when I saw this cuz i wasn't expecting anyone to want a part 2 but ofc I'm happy to write it! and dw for the long ask, it's actually nice that you specified what you wanted so in that way it'll be easier for us to visualize -kishira)

Where do I even given, rather where do YOU even begin. Let's start first with the small things such as how you two are when communicating.

At first it started with simple greetings followed up by questions relating to online news or new game updates both of you are interested in. Just simple question and answer exchanges between the both of you, until it evolved to just that to talking about literally anything that crosses your mind. Day in and night out the two of you would always have something to talk about. Even if it wasn't related to gaming, the conversations would still drag on for a longer needed period of time until one of you has no choice but to yield defeat to the call for sleep.

It took awhile before ya'll worked up the courage to finally try voice chat. Of course there wasn't anything wrong with how ya'll normally do it, but it's kinda difficulty typing in words while you're being chased by a ghost in one of your favourite horror games you know? Surprising for you both, it was you who suggested voice chat. It never really did cross your mind until Idia mentioned how this one time he was really pissed at this one player that he almost cussed out hard in a co-op match (he still muted himself in case words flew out of his mouth).

You were comfortable just chating and reading his messages, but what about him? Was there ever a time where Idia wanted to vc with you but he didn't because he knew you were shy? You know how introverted Idia could be, but you also know how much he adores gaming, and a part of gaming just so happens to include talking with other people in which Idia will join in, but only when communication is absolutely necessary.

You were scared, scared of what he'll think of you once you tap the unmute button, after all you already know what Idia's voice sounds like

Sharp but turns gentle and energetic whenever faced with something endearing, and quiet to enthusiastic when talking about his passions. Whichever side he showed wether in game or irl, it always placed a smile on your face.

But you don't know how he'll react when you stutter over simple words or need to louden your voice so that he can hear you. A simple click of the end call button and all of this could be over, but with your finger hovering over said button

he spoke

"Hey, uhmm I'm not trying to rush you or anything so no need to worry if you don't want to unmute yourself, I understand."

You paused. In your head you lead yourself to believe that Idia would have became irritated by how quiet you were, but instead he spoke in a calm and soft voice.

"But you already came this far, and it would be kinda sad if you just paused your progress mid game right? It's ironic how I'm using the advice ortho uses on me on you this time, ah b-but I worked up the courage to join in on this vc so I guess I'm making progress too..."

Idia's voice slowly faded into that of mumbling, but you can make out the faint words of how he says he would like it if you atleast stayed, even if he was the only one talking and you just used the chat box to reply.

He was able to tell you to face your fears without pushing you out of your comfort zone, to you, that was more than enough encouragement needed to last one vc.

.

.

.

"...hi"

After that there almost was never a time where you didn't vc

Idia would never admit it but he enjoys listening to your voice. Unlike all the other noisy people he's played with on the internet, listening to you speak so softly was refreshing to him.

There were also times where your voice would increase in volume and would leave idia speechless while trying to hold in his laughter

favourite moments are when you raged at a parkour game and you're just shouting through the screen threatening whoever made this cursed game that to you, was just impossible to complete. It would also boost his ego when the two of you would choose to play a horror game and you're screaming HELP at every corner and Idia would come to your aid to fend off whatever it was you were screaming about. Sure there are times where he'll also get scared resulting in the both of you running around the house screaming like headless chickens but he's gotta be the bigger person here right?

The game genre's you guys would play would range to open world games to good old horror to get the blood pumping.

Idia's the type of person that would tell you to leave a match whenever the both of you are not on the same team. He says it's because the other team already has really shitty players (expect you ofc) so it would be an unfair match, but in reality he just wants to spend the majority of the match with you by his side

"Y/n, I know this is gonna sound shocking but I like-

"YOU LIKE THE GAME?! How could you be enjoying this when I've already died like ten times— AHHHH."

Idia jumped by how mad and irritated you sounded, but he's glad it wasn't directed at him. In a way he was relieved you cut him off, other wise who knows what would have happened if he finished his sentence.

"...yeah, maybe you'll learn to like it to if you stopped dying every few seconds."

"Evading death is harder than it looks you know—."

He'll work up the courage to confess someday, and without him knowing it you'd had already reciprocated his feelings by then, but right now you needed to prepare yourself to ask Idia if he was alright with video chatting you next time.

[halsteadlover]

The Beginning

*Gif not mine credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader.

• Requested by anon: HI! How are you? I love your works! I'm not a native speaker and your writing help me to improve my English. So thanks a lot! Can I make a request? I read your "Life with Jay Halstead" and I really liked this particular sentence "he was nervous when he asked you for the very first time to go on a date with him". Can you write a fic of this? The moment of asking and the actual date? Thank you so much, and sorry for my English! Happy new year! Bye!

• Warning: just few curse words.

• Word count: 4585.

• A/N: hi everyone! Guess who's back with another piece of shit 😍 I know nobody cares but I'm so sorry I just disappeared, it's been a quite hectid period, but from now on I'll try to write as many as possible. So this is part 1 of two. I decided to divide this piece because it was too long and I know nobody wanted to read a long ass piece of +10k words 💀. So let me know what do you think, your feedback is really important to me and like, reblog and follow me if you want. I hope you'll like this piece, I love you all! Xx

Jay Halstead had completely lost his mind for you.

What was initially a simple crush, was becoming over time much, much more and Jay, with each day that passed, he realized more and more he was less and less able to manage and hide it.

Jay had met you about a year ago when you were hired to work as a waitress at Molly’s. He had first seen you one evening after his shift at the police station. He remembered that moment as if it had only happened a short time ago.

It was hot at hell that night and Jay had no desire to go out for a drink with his colleagues, just wanting to go back to his house, take a shower and sleep. That shift was tough enough, at which they all decided a drink would certainly improve the situation a bit so, under insistence, Jay found himself accepting the invitation.

When he entered Molly’s, he had immediately noticed how crowded that evening was and this made him breathe a frustrated sigh, wishing that evening would end as soon as possible.

He looked around him bored, sitting with his arms folded to his chest and leaning on the back of the chair while he did nothing but think about how much he wanted to get up and leave. There were people who lovingly cherish, people who laughed and joked, there were couples of sweethearts who looked at each other with love as they sipped from their drinks.

“What about you Halstead?”.

“Mmh? What?” Jay asked, turning his gaze to his interlocutor, with an expression completely bored and neutral.

“God, it looks like you’re at a funeral,” Adam joked, “I asked what do you want to drink. There are a lot of people tonight, I don’t think any waitresses will arrive soon.”

Jay thought about it for a few seconds and was about to answer when he was interrupted by Kim’s voice who said, “Ah here! A waitress is coming, guys.”

When Jay looked up, he saw you approach his table with a brisk pace but being careful not to bump into anyone. He looked at you insistently, almost studying you, while he tried to make up his mind if he had ever seen you before.

But no, he was sure he had never met you, damn it, he wouldn’t be able to forget a woman like you if he had seen you before. He thought you had probably just started working at Molly’s, since he was a regular customer of the bar and he had never met you before that evening.

“Good evening!” you greeted, looking at each person on that table “What can I bring you?”.

The smile that formed on your lips was like a sudden beam of sunlight that illuminated the darkest corners of that bar. It was broad and enthusiastic, full of joy even if the slight dark circles that surrounded your eyes marked your tiredness. But you were beautiful, the most beautiful woman Jay had ever seen.

Your eyes were dazzling, magnetic, radiant and sparkled like two stars in the darkest sky.

He looked at you mesmerized as you took the notepad and the pen from the pocket of your apron and as you began to write all the various orders. He looked at the way you were focused while you scribbled on that little notebook and his eyes took advantage of this to trace every corner of your face, the curve of your nose, your lips, your cheeks. Every single inch of skin on your face was studied by his attentive, alert and interested eyes. There was a small lamp right above the table where he was sitting that emanated a dim light that directly illuminated your face and, fuck it, you looked like an angel fallen straight from heaven.

Jay suddenly felt an elbow at his left side, which made him jump on the spot and awaken from his daydream. You.

He snapped his head at Adam, glaring at him, quickly realizing how everyone at that table was grinning and laughing under their mustaches.

“She asked you what do you want to drink. Have you gone deaf Halstead?”.

Jay didn’t answer him but looked back at you, suddenly feeling a feeling of embarrassment take over as he noticed the way you looked at him, trying not to smile, or rather, not to laugh.

“Oh… Um… I’m sorry, I was lost in my mind…-” Jay mumbled, scratching the back of his neck with embarrassment. He looked down for a moment, feeling his cheeks heat up and no longer able to bear the intensity with which your eyes looked at him. God what was happening to him?

“Don’t worry, take your time, I’m here. I can pass soon if you want…-” you replied, with a friendly and understanding smile on your lips, trying not to make him feel further embarrassed. His friends were laughing at that point, never having seen Jay so nervous in front of a woman.

Jay returned his eyes to yours, slightly shaking his head. “No, no. I would like a beer if possible, thank you.”

”Any beers in particular?”.

He shook his head again, suddenly feeling even his sweaty hands. “No, you choose for me, any type will do.”

You wrote the last order you were missing on the notepad and then set your eyes on Jay again, who did not take his eyes off you even for a second.

“Can I get you something else?” you asked cordially.

“No, thank you,” almost all of them answered in chorus.

“I’ll come back as soon as possible”.

Jay followed you with his eyes as you walked away from the table and disappeared into the crowd, looking at your body carefully from head to toe, without sparing even an inch. You wore a plain T-shirt and a pair of black jeans and for some odd reason you were more beautiful than all the dressed and made up women in that bar.

The counter was not visible so seeing you was almost impossible and unwittingly Jay found himself hoping the order would arrive as soon as possible.

“Who is she?” he asked his friends, his eyes wandering around the bar as he hoped to see you again.

“I don't know,” Antonio replied. “She have certainly started working here recently.”

“Our little Halstead was so embarrassed,” Kim teased, laughing with the rest of the group.

“Right! I had never seen you like this, since when did Detective Halstead become so shy in front of women?” Hailey continued, laughing at the way Jay rolled his eyes in frustration.

“I wasn't shy or nervous or embarrassed. Quit this bullshit,” he snapped, continuing to look around.

The others continued to tease him but he completely shut down his brain and stopped listening to them. He kept looking around, hoping to see you appear again in the crowd sooner or later.

Who were you? What was your name?

Jay had the inexorable desire to know more about you, to talk to you, and the same instant he saw you reappear with the tray with drinks in hand, he mentally thanked his colleagues for insisting that he to go to Molly's.

“Here you are guys, sorry for keeping you waiting,” you announced as soon as you approached the table, setting the tray down for a moment and starting to distribute the various drinks. “And for you, here's your beer”.

You took the beer Jay had ordered and started handing it to him, but the instant you were about to do so he too held out his hand and as you did, your hands brushed. It was a small contact, almost non-existent, but it was enough for both of us to unleash that blush on your goths.

“T-thank you very much,” Jay almost stammered, cursing himself at the same instant it happened.

“Don’t mention it. Let me know if you need anything else. Enjoy your evening,” you replied with a smile on your face, before throwing one last look at Jay, taking the tray under his arm and walking away from the table after everyone thanked you.

That night was hectic, so much Jay didn't see you sitting even once. He continued to watch you from afar, the way you paced back and forth between tables, taking orders left and right. He noticed the way you never stopped smiling and being friendly to customers, even though you were visibly tired and exhausted.

“Do you want something else to drink?” Jay asks suddenly, turning to his friends.

“Not for now...” they replied and, without even waiting for them to finish the sentence, he got up and walked towards the counter, intending to order another beer. He sat on the stool, waiting for someone to take his order, and by someone he meant you.

He looked around, waiting almost a good 5 minutes before you approached him.

“Hey, what can I do for you?” you asked when you approached Jay. He felt the palms of his hands sweat again and for a moment he even thought about getting up and going back to his place. But he couldn't, he wanted to talk to you, he wanted to know at least your name. You smiled at him and he forgot even the phrase he had already formulated in his mind.

“I just wanted another beer,” he replied, clearing his throat and wiping his palms on his jeans. It had to be a pitiful sight, god. “And possibly your name too.”

What the fuck? Where did this come from?

Jay thought for a moment he was about to get an insult in response but instead you burst out laughing, making him mentally breathe a sigh of relief.

God, what a fucking idiot.

But it was worth it, shit, the sound of your laugh was something so magnificent and sweet, it almost seemed to have eliminated all the sounds and noises that were in that bar. Jay tried to hold back the smirk that tried to appear on his face as he watched you closely.

“You have a name, don't you?”.

“I don't think knowing my name is essential,” you replied with the same joking tone, “Do you want the same beer?”

“Actually no, I've changed my mind. I'd like a cocktail now.”

“Of course, what would you like?”.

“Surprise me.”

Actually Jay didn't even want a cocktail, he just wanted to stay as close to the counter as possible to talk to you.

“So? Aren't you going to tell me your name?”.

Jay rested his elbows on the counter, leaning slightly forward as if to get even closer to you. He didn't stop looking at you even for a second and even if at that moment he had to bite his tongue to keep quiet and not say anything that might scare you away, he realized the incredible attraction he felt towards you.

You threw him an amused look as you began to take all the ingredients to make the cocktail. You looked into each other's eyes for a moment and Jay couldn't help but notice the way they glowed in the dim light of that bar. “Why do you insist on knowing my name?”

Jay shrugged with feigned nonchalance. “I like knowing who I'm talking to.”

“We're not talking in fact, I'm serving a customer.”

Jay pretended not to be touched by these words and instead chuckled, while shifting his weight onto the stool. “Touché.”

He didn't know what else to say.

Fuck, he wanted to hit on you but for some reason he couldn't. He was not stupid, he knew that women liked him and for this reason he had never had problems with them, to hit on them when he liked someone, but in that moment, with you, he realized he didn’t know what to say because it was the first time he found himself in that situation. He was usually the one who intimidated women, and sometimes he liked that too, but finding himself in the reverse parts was something he didn't like at all.

“Do you always look at everyone in this creepy way?” you joked.

Jay blushed from head to toe and thanked god you weren't looking at him right now or it would’ve been very embarrassing. He looked away. “I'm sorry,” he chuckled “And no, I don't look creepy at anyone.”

“Hmm, I must be special then.”

Fuck.

“Here's the cocktail, let me know how it is,” you said, placing the glass on the counter and bringing it closer to Jay. He alternated his gaze between the drink and you was pleasantly surprised to notice the colors of the drink.

“It looks good.”

You leaned with your hands on the counter, your head tilted slightly to the side as you watched Jay taste the drink you made. The way you looked at him, with that little smile on your lips, almost made him spill the drink.

“Go ahead then.”

He took a sip and the expression of surprise that appeared on his face made you laugh. “What's up?”

“It's delicious!” he exclaimed in amazement, taking another long sip. It was all perfectly balanced, you could feel the alcohol but it wasn't enough to make you disgusted and the combination of sweet and bitter that was perceived gave the perfect touch to the drink. Jay had no idea what it was but it was probably one of the best drinks he'd ever had.

“You look surprised.”

He shook his head, giggling. “Not at all, it's really delicious.”

Jay finished his glass at the counter, as slowly as possible so that he could keep talking to you. He was surprised to realize that initial nervousness and embarrassment were almost gone, you managed a lot to calm him down. But that slight gut feeling was always there and the more you kept talking the more Jay felt pushed towards you.

He was attracted to you in a way that he didn't think possible since you knew each other alone for a couple of hours, but these were enough to understand he wanted to know you better, to know as much as possible about you.

The rest of the evening went on, and after that chat at the counter Jay no longer had the opportunity to talk to you, taken as you were from work. There were furtive glances from both of them, and it was impossible to deny it. Jay would glance at you from time to time as he talked to his friends and he was tempted to order even twenty more drinks just to have an excuse to talk to you, but the others stopped him, saying it would seem creepy and obsessive.

And that was the night he saw you for the first time, beautiful, radiant, exuberant. From the moment his eyes rested on you, he never forgot you. He didn't even know your name, but that didn't get you out of his mind, in fact, Jay was more and more determined to know you, he was so intrigued by you.

From the moment you met, he had not stopped for a moment to think about you, your eyes and it was for this reason from that evening, every evening, after every shift, he went to Molly's. It was just to see you, to talk to you.

At first he didn't know how to approach, not wanting to look like some kind of stalker so he just sat at the table, or at the counter, drinking the same beer and occasionally throwing a few furtive glances at you. He wanted to let you know he liked you but he didn't want to ruin everything, or worse to scare you off.

Those furtive glances gradually became short chats, in which you exchanged a few words, you told each other about your day. It was pleasant for both of us, it almost became a need, and over time, weeks, months, those little chats became deeper and deeper conversations in which you began to get to know each other better, to know something different from each other.

Jay had learned over time what your shifts were and started showing up there to keep you company, sometimes even to help you clean the bar and shut it down. You didn’t have a car so you sometimes took a taxi or, when the weather allowed it, you walked to your apartment. It became important for Jay to drive you home, unwittingly fearing that something might happen to you on the way home.

A beautiful friendship was born between you, you laughed, you joked together, you confided in each other but Jay was well aware his feeling was anything but friendship. He was completely bewitched by you and he realized it above all from the fact that his days were now surrounded by the thought of seeing you in the evening, he couldn’t wait to finish working just to visit you at Molly's. However, he didn’t know your thoughts about it, he didn’t know if you felt the same and therefore he didn’t want to risk in any way to ruin the beautiful relationship that had been created between you.

But, fuck, it was getting so hard for Jay to stand next to you and pretend nothing happened, that he didn't want to take you and kiss you until he lost his breath, pretend that every time he looked at you he didn't get lost in your eyes, that every time you he saw laughing and smiling his heart didn’t stop in his chest.

”Jay are you listening to us or not?”.

He raised his head from his cell phone, glaring at Antonio who had just called him. He and his team were all in the unit, but the shift was almost over so they were all debating what to do next.

“God Halstead you're totally screwed,” Kevin laughed. “You're smiling at that cell phone like a little girl.”

“I wonder who you're texting that got you smiling like that,” Adam continued, leaning against his desk and his arms crossed across his chest as he teased his friend.

Jay rolled his eyes, snorting and placing his cell phone in his trouser pocket, trying to get out of his mind the image of the selfie you sent him at work, your big eyes and your beautiful smile. He resumed working on the report he had in front of his desk, ignoring the rest of the team and the blush that was edging his cheeks.

Jay why don't you just ask her out? We can see a mile away you doting on her, only a blind man wouldn't notice,” Kim spoke, approaching Jay and speaking in a low voice so that only him could hear. She leaned against his desk while he let out a sigh instead.

“I don't like her and I'm not crazy about her,” he mumbled, not even looking Kim in her eyes.

She giggled. “Oh come on, don't lie to me or to yourself, we all know here that's not the case. Just ask her out, what are you waiting for?”.

“I'm afraid of ruining everything, what if she doesn't feel the same?”.

“Jay you are a great detective but you are so stupid sometimes. Obviously she likes you, how is it possible that we all see it except you two?”.

“But she never gave me any signals...”

“Jay, she’s just waiting for you to make the first move before jumping in, I see the way she looks at you, she's smitten with you too. I'm sure she thinks the same things you think but we're girls, we want you guys to make the first move because we don’t want to embarrass ourselves or get ourselves hurt.”

“What if she says no?”.

“Then you’ll have no regrets and you’ll know you really tried but I’ll bet my badge she’ll say yes if you ask her out.”

Jay kept thinking of Kim's words as he drove to Molly's and throughout the evening. He knew she was right but he was so scared of losing you that he rather he preferred to be just your friend.

“Halstead you okay?” you asked, placing the beer bottle in front of him and noticing the way Jay kept staring into space. He seemed thoughtful, absent, didn't laugh like he usually did, didn't joke.

“Oh... Sorry... Sure, I'm fine,” he replied, giving you a shy look “Thanks by the way,” he continued, grabbing the beer and taking a sip.

God, since when was I'm so nervous?

His stomach kept twisting in on itself and he’d even punch himself, no matter how idiotic it seemed.

“Mmh, I'm not a detective but I don't think you're okay at all,“ you replied, wiping the counter with a wet cloth “C'mon, you know you can talk to me about everything, you can tell me if something upsets you.”

Jay took a deep breath and after a moment that seemed like an eternity, he made up his mind and took the courage to ask you. But when he looked up and looked you in your fucking eyes, all that courage vanished into thin air, like a breath in the wind.

“I... I have to go,” he stammered frenziedly, suddenly letting himself be seized by total panic. Without even giving you a chance to answer, he got up from his stool - making sure he was leaving the beer money on the counter - and walked out of the bar at lightning speed.

“Jay, wait!” you exclaimed and were about to follow him when you heard Hermann calling you from the warehouse so you were forced to go, with only the question in mind what the hell had happened.

Jay cursed himself with fiber of his being for being so coward, for running away like that and without giving any kind of explanation. When he read your message asking him if he was okay and at least answer you, he let out a loud, frustrated snort.

He punched the wheel of his car, resting his forehead on it as he contemplated whether to leave and never go to Molly's again and thus disappear from the face of the earth, or whether to be a man and grow some balls.

When your shift was over Jay found himself in front of the bar again, but did not enter, waiting for you with his arms crossed over his chest and leaning against his car. He took the opportunity to take a walk to clear his head and in that moment he was more determined than ever to do it, to ask you out.

Seeing you leave the bar he couldn't help but think about how beautiful you were, with that tired and frowning expression. He tried not to get caught up in despair when you didn't look at him with your brilliant smile, which you used to give him every time you saw him.

“Y/N, wait!” Jay exclaimed when he noticed you were walking away, not even saying goodbye. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have left like that. Please stop!”.

“No Jay, that's not how you behave! You got me worried to death! You could’ve at least answer me and let me know that everything was fine, I would’ve understand. But you can't get up like that and leave without saying a word!” you blurted out stopping for a moment and looking at him, and Jay almost wanted to punch himself for thinking about how beautiful and sexy you were also angry.

“Were you worried about me?” he asked with a stupid expression on his face, to which you didn't even answer him and started walking again.

“No, no, no, please don't go,” he gently grabbed your arm and you stopped, looking first at Jay's hand around your arm and then at his face. He immediately let go of your arm and took a deep breath before speaking. “Listen to me, I'm so sorry, you're right, I shouldn't have left like that and above all without giving any explanation. I'm sorry I made you worry, but I needed time to think.”

“Think about what?”

Jay took a deep breath again, fiddling with his fingers as he tried to find the right words to ask you.

Now or never.

“Wel... I ... Er-…”

“Jay are you sure you're okay? You look really nervous.”

You are making me nervous.

“Y/N I... I have to tell you something...”

“Sure, you know you can tell me everything.”

“Fuck,” he let out, turning around for a moment and running his hands over his face in frustration. You positioned yourself in front of him, gently removing your hands from his face and looking into his eyes.

“You know you can talk to me, right?”.

“I hate you, you know that?” Jay blurted out, breaking your heart. You took a step back. “What? Why? What have I done? Did I do something bad? I'm sorry if…-” you stammered but he made you stop by covering your mouth with his hand.

“That's exactly why I hate you, because you talk so much, you are always so promising to apologize so as not to hurt the next one, you are always so kind and unselfish, but also so stubborn, so clumsy that I even wonder how it is possible how you’re a waitress, and I hate you because you fucked my brain up, because since I fucking met you I can't stop thinking about you, your eyes and your goddamn smile. You're making me stupid with your way of doing things, you literally drive me crazy Y/N and I really can't pretend nothing’s happening anymore, I can't be closer to you without having the inexorable desire to kiss and hug you…-” Jay seemed now a river in flood and the speech he had prepared was useless, he was now just saying everything that was going through his head, “I'm sorry for the way I'm telling you this, I'm sure you didn't expect it,” he continued, noticing the shock with which you were looking at him, eyes and mouth open wide, “But I really can't take it anymore, I want you, more than I’ve ever wanted any other person in the world and this thing has been devouring me inside since I first saw you in this damn bar. I... Fuck... You make me feel so nervous Y/N, like no one has done before, I don't know how to act when I'm with you... I wanted... Well… Today I wanted to ask you to go out with me, for a date but I looked at you and, shit, you screwed my brain and I didn't know how to ask you anymore, but yeah… All this was to ask you to give me the honor of taking you out on a date with me.”

When you didn't answer right away, Jay thought he screwed everything up.

God please. Shit, say something.

You kept looking at him with a completely shocked expression and Jay didn't blame you, so he waited for a few moments, giving you time to process what he had just told you, but the more silence loomed, the more panic took over him.

“Listen Y/N… Forget everything I said, let’s just remain friends as before. I'm so sorry,” he muttered in defeat, heartbroken. He started to walk away but stopped when you grabbed his hand with yours, your touch sending a shiver down his spine.

“Pick me up tomorrow at 8.”

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