#alright imma sleep peace world

[obsessedwrhys]

Do you have any angst headcanons for Lorsan (AFKJ)? Doesn’t even have to be ship related I just love a good lil sad bunny boy every now and then and I’m curious if you have anything in mind

|| LORSAN ANGST HEADCANONS ||

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ major angst, bit of fluff, I added some relationship headcanons as well, enjoy!!

He has self esteem issues.

It's the constant overthinking of whether if he's good enough that made him this way. With all the corruption happening in the land of his home, he just feels the guilt.

He tells himself he did what was right setting out searching for help but was it right to have abandon his people when they could have been better if he stayed and helped instead?

That's why whenever the thoughts became unbearable, he'll start pacing up and down and even sometimes go as far as to pulling at his own bunny ears.

He just doesn't wish to be a burden to anyone.

Adding on that his big sister is such a good role model to others, it pressures him even more to try to be as perfect as she is. After all, he never was a good student at the Jade Lake Academy when he was a kid.

Although he always plays off as the cool guy and whatever, most of the time it's his way of coping with his insecurities.

So if you happen to be dating him, communication will be a huge issue in the relationship.

He doesn't listen to you even though he's a windwhisperer. It's quite ironic.

You always have to point out the things he's doing is not good for him or that what he's doing is not fine with you. He can be a bit slow.

He also gets depressed easily if left alone. That's why he's very chatty when he's around his friends. It's all because of his fear of loneliness.

He just doesn't want to be abandoned.

The thought of all his friends forgetting about him scares him.

Another thing I would like to say is I think that whenever he cries, he starts off with like this high pitch whimper. It's like those cries where he feels so vulnerable that he completely loses all hope in himself.

Whenever he's upset or anxious, he grabs onto his arms like he's hugging himself. It's how he tries to comfort himself.

If you were to offer him a hug, he'll literally melt into your embrace and start crying shamelessly. He'd struggle to talk through the hiccups as he pour out his problems

"I—I'm sorry— hgnh! I wasn't thi-thinking right... hold me hnn... mm..." He'd cry, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

He rarely cries so when it does its from the days of bottling up his emotions deep inside.

Sometimes when he gets too frustrated, he'll accidentally lash out and bite you which ends up with him apologising nonstop. All this leading to him hating himself even more.

Even though he has his issues, he's still a person just like everybody else. You just hope that someday he'll realise there's no shame in being imperfect.

(Sorry this was a bit short, I ran out of ideas 😅)

[readseavpov]

Dear Mr. Lu (ch 73, will be finished) rating so far : 4/5

MC is strong, stubborn, admirable and I love him for his compassion and mindset, very lovable character. He only hurts those who had hurt him.

ML as well, just having a bad reputation but he's gentle, sympathetic and respect MC's boundaries and feelings.

But what baffles me is that how did ML get his rep of being into youthful looking and pure personality and being with MC's brother in his past life. I don't really like it when ML rejected MC but it was understandable and admirable that he kept his promise even though he forget MC's face. I think I'll need to finish it before I make a judgement but it makes me have a sour feeling deep down that ML seems to only accept MC into his world just because he wasn't his white moonlight oh well, maybe I went through so much with the MC, it's good ML set his boundaries and know what he wants and doesn't hurt MC further but protect him from afar. I don't mind if he doesn't accept MC but I never like anyone who hurts MC's to end up with ML. ML would also reject his brother's advances but it was said that brother used his body to do it and ML had a great level of responsibility but I don't like that. The plot is alright but feels a bit slow for me but it's good, there isn't much noticeable plot holes. I feel angry for MC often in the story, from the people mistreating him and ML throwing away his food, ML's subordinates not respecting MC.

I'm not sure yet but from ML rumor it was said he was into a specific type and would sleep with them, perhaps this is just a ploy to get ppl away from him and finding his white moonlight within the description. His people seems to not expect that he'd even have any skinship with MC so, I'll come back making a conclusion and opinion later on.

What I like most about this novel is MC, Wencheng and the cat, Ribs. Ml is currently at the back of my mind, although he's a good person and lover, I don't like him as much as I do with other ML which is surprising. I'll see what ML can do. I almost cried many times for MC and especially the cat, good girl, may you rest in peace Ribs.

Anyways no one is gonna read my rambling anyways so imma just spoil everything, MC soon regain in memories in the 70ish chapter and he realized the system saved him 3 times and he doesn't know the reason yet. What makes me like MC even more is that he feels human and he is self aware of most of his problems including his guilty conscience of using ML then falling for him, ML only accepting him bc he was his white moonlight, the system, the crazy scientist, etc. MC knows what he wants and will gets it and beat people up for it, he is also smart and knows when to back off, such a sweetie reminds me of Kim dokja because of how he kept wanting to end his life for a sacrifice.

[taelovesjohnny]

Muted ( The Outsiders) Chapter 13 Bro

millie's PoV

After what happened with Two-bit and me, we went for a walk, the two of us. I missed that. I mean, its been ages since i have been let out with just one person before. 

" You know Mil, that that was just a joke right?"

i nodded, im pretty sure we fooled them big time. I started to giggle. which made two-bit laugh.

" we fooled them good, didn't we, huh?" 

I nodded.

" Millie," two-bit said, he looked serious for once, and let me tell you it was not a good look on him, " Millie, why dont you talk anymore, i mean like come on, the boys miss you. they miss your voice, and your sense of hurmor, that you had. I-I just want you to come back."

I shook my head. i couldn't come back, not even if i tried. I dont know how to talk anymore. i tried to talk to Sodapop, but i've forgotten how to talk, and use my vocal cords. I love that each of the boys have made an effort to make me mad, of glad, or something to make me talk. But its not that i dont anymore, its that i cant anymore. tears were coming, it made me feel horrible, but i couldn't help it.

" hey, hey. Mil you know that we would never hurt you, right?? and that you will always be safe with us. Even though we don't all show it, we all love you to the ends of the world."

i nodded, and smiled. i knew that, it's just its hard when everybody's like in your face, and trying to make you do something that you cant do, you have no control over it. its like trying to sufficate yourself, you cant do it, because your brain cant let you. its the exact same thing. 

" Lets go back, see what everybody's doing."

We walked in, jesus christ. Soda and Alley, were in the corner, talking about.... something. Steve was playing cards with Dallas, ans Johnny was watching a horror movie with ponyboy. nice.

" You know what? You two should get married." i looked over at steve who made that comment.

I walked up to him, and slapped him right on the face. 

" good job, millie!!" johnny congradulated me.

i walked over and sat inbetween ponyboy and johnny, and layed my head on pony's shoulder. and fell asleep

sodapop's PoV

I was talking to Alley when Two-bit and Millie left. She was a great gal, but she needs time to heal after her thing with Dallas. I was talking with her about it when Them two came back,

" imma go and get some orange juice." 

" oh, alright, dont be too long." 

i went into the kitchen and Darry was there as usual cooking. 

" sup Dar."

" hey, how's the girls doin'?" 

" ok, i think" i said. 

i walked out, and looked around the living room for Millie. She was asleep, on pony's shoulder, i smiled. She looks so young, so peaceful when she sleeps. Like she didn't have a care in the world. i knew she mustv'e been tired, she barely sleeps at night. She has nightmares, about Dallas. Which is hard for me, 'cause she hasn't done anything to deserve the life she has been given. 

" hey pony, you want to go to bed?" i asked.

" yeah, im getting pretty tired. but i dont wanna disturb her." he nodded towards sleeping millie.

" alright, lets get her to bed, can you sleep on the couch tonight?? i wanna sleep with her tonight, dont want her to have nightmares again."

“ nah it’s okay I can take care of her” ponyboy said tiredly.

I nodded, i came over and picked millie up, We only have 2 bedrooms for us kids, so usually millie sleeps either on the floor in our room, or in bed with darry. its okay, because we're family. but sometimes she wants me or pony near so yeah.

i set her down on the bed, and climb in too,

" goodnight mil"

[djcarnationsblog]

You don't have to work on this or answer it until the weekend when you have requests open, I just worry I'll forget my idea.

Louis being upset and one of their friends tries to make them feel better.

This isn't gonna have too much quality, as I'm dealing with writer's block rn, but Imma do it XD

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"Louis."

A blink, then two. Louis turned their head to the sight of Justin.

It was odd really, today was normal, it was like any other day. But they just didn't feel right, something felt amiss in them, and they don't know what it is.

"hm?" Too tired for proper conversation, too exhausted to move around, laziness that felt abnormally wrong, a tiredness that shouldn't be there. What was it? What weren't they understanding right now?

"Are you alright?" The question came after seconds of silence, and Louis contemplated it more than they would have liked to admit. Were they alright? Were they not? Was there something wrong, or something right? Out of place or normal? Their head felt scrambled, lost in a void of unknown feelings, of unknown emotion---unknown anything.

They just left it at a shrug.

Another silence followed, one with an awkwardness Louis couldn't truly care about, but Justin did. A pit of oblivion in their brain, one they can't seem to dig themself out of.

"Want a snack then?" Offered the boy, holding out an extra bag of Hershey’s to Louis, who turned on their side to stare at it for a moment. Head in the clouds, head in the clouds, there but not really there. What was wrong? What was it they were feeling? What-

He took the bag with a lackluster hum.

They ended up eating together in silence, save for the crinkling of wrapping paper and their candy bags. Perhaps today just wasn't their day, for reasons unknown. Maybe there's nothing wrong and it's just their sub conscience deciding to be an enigma this hour, this day.

So, perhaps there won't be anything wrong, and it's just all in their head. Most probably, it is.

At some point, they rested their head against Justin's lap, to which the other didn't mind one bit, carding gentle fingers through their hair and leaning back against the wall in the lair, uncaring of the hour, of the reason, of the world.

And that thought, as weird as it is, made them feel a bit better.

There was no reason to care about this, if there's no real problem. They shouldn't be hung up on something so enigmatic, if it was going to go away eventually, no?

So, if Louis fell asleep, semi-peace of mind later?

It wasn't something to be concerned over.

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Yeah, I have no idea what was going on here except going off of sort of personal experience XD

Ever just experienced what Louis did? I do sometimes, and it's just so confusing that I tend to sleep it off instead-

[sailorhyunjinz]

How about super tomboyish reader who is almost like a brother to the members so doing anything to them just feels weird? And imagine how whipped they'd be to finally see you wear a toght fitting dress that shows off your beautiful curves 🥴✌🏼

OK you didnt specify with format i should write but imma just write it as a headcanon,,, because it seems fitting! SO LEGO

warnings; fem!reader, swearing, non-idol!au, highschool!au

so your closest friend group consisted of 8 guys

you've known them since kindergarden pretty much and you never felt different because you were a girl

quite the contrary, you were comfortable! and so you naturally grew into what your family described as a "tomboy"

but something was around the corner

p r o m

you hated the thought of even going

it was going to be filled with people you never wanted to see ever again after graduation, bad club music and too sweet punch

but you couldnt hate it either since the rest of the boys were so excited, wanting to confess to some girls and get them to be their prom date

[Jisungie] guys, dark blue or burgundy tux?

[mongmong] burgundy? are you fucking 5? dark blue all the way

[lixie] HEY! I WAS GOING TO WEAR BURGUNDY

[Jisungie] i think you should bro

[chan-wolf] but real talk guys, what flowers do girls like

[Jisungie] AYE y/n!!! TELL US

[y/n] i dont know? roses?

[hyunjinnie] roses seems too,,, funeral,,,

[foxdude] but real talk,,, what is y/n gonna wear

[binniebinnie] I WANNA KNOW THIS ONE

[lixie] ayo changbin i thought you were sleeping, get on the game in 5

[binniebinnie] i was sleeping before my mom started beating me with the vacuum BUT SURE

[mongmong] you probably deserved it, have you seen your room? those monster cans have centuries of dust on them

[foxdude] shut the fuck up everyone, wanna know what y/n gonna wear

[y/n] tbh i dont have a flying fucking clue, my mom wants me to wear a dress

[binniebinnie] OH SHIT Y/N IN A DRESS ITS SERIOUS GUYS

[hyunjinnie] at least she looks better than you

[chan-wolf] when was the last time you wore a dress? wasnt it like kindergarden? lmao

[y/n] ,,, oh shit you're right,,,

[Jisungie] what if y/n is hot in a dress?

[foxdude] get out the groupchat you fucking perv

[Jisungie] PLEASE DONT REMOVE ME AGAIN IT'S HAPPENED LIKE 3 TIMES THIS WEEK

[mongmong] another mf that deserves it, can changbins mom beat jisung with the vacuum as well?

[lixie] i would pay to see that lmfao

[chan-wolf] well,,, you have to wear something cause you're coming to prom with us!

[Jisungie] well obviously she has to wear something ;))

[hyunjinnie] OUT!! NOW!!!

[User 'Jisungie' has been removed from '9 dudes']

[mongmong] finally some peace

[chan-wolf] you'll look good in whatever you wear y/n! the important part is that you feel good about yourself!

[y/n] thank you chan, really!

you put your phone away, sighing as you looked out the window

what the fuck should you do?

days later your mom knocks on your door as you're playing games with felix

she's holding a long red dress and you just stare at her in disgust before saying something quick to felix and turning off the game

"y/n, it will look great on you! just try it on, for your mom!"

you sighed, taking the dress from her and shutting the door behind you and starting to undress, you could at least try it you thought.

when you put it on it felt,,, odd,,,, but not,,, horrible?

your walking and posture could use some work since you didnt really know how to sit in such a dress

but it looked alright!! NOT HORRIBLE!! YAY!!

your mom was awed >:((

immedietly grabbing her phone and snapping a pic in typical mom fashion from some odd angle

the day of prom you couldn't sit still, shaking your leg as you scrolled mindlessly through your phone

all the boys were coming to pick you up since you lived closest to the prom venue

they were all so cute greeting your parents with the utmost respect and standing all dapper and trying to be cool like 8 douchy highschoolers but failing miserably

you heard some bustling of noises and small talk, deciding that it was time to head down to the living room but barely breathing from how tight the dress was

how you were gonna dance in it still remained a mystery.

you looked down the stairs and started walking down slowly, startling jisung that was walking by the staircase

"who the f- y/n?!"

the other boys came rushing as they heard jisungs uproar, their jaws dropping to the floor

they barely recognised you

"why the fuck are you guys staring like that?"

you say, convincing them that it is indeed y/n that was standing before them

you had a body-ody-ody that was usually covered by boxy hoodies and oversized pants

but this dress displayed it all, ass and tits

not like,,, too much but just enough,,,

some of them didnt know where to look, not wanting to weird you out

whilst some were openly staring (cough jisung and changbin cough)

which felt FUCKING WEIRD you obviously had to punch some sense into them

all and all,,, it ended up being a really memorable night! it wasnt as highschool cringe as you thought it would be, espescially since you got to spend it together with your best friends in the entire world.

[genshin-impact-writings]

Request for your special event-

Character: Albedo

prompt: 'I love you, my little prince"

Song: Once upon a dream: Lana Del Rey

If it is possible, Can the reader be the one to say the prompt and is a fatui harbinger [or someone that the knights are just wary off] ?? (I am a sucker for forbidden love but the reader is just "screw u, Imma date them anyways) I apologize if this is too specific.

Thank You in advance and Congrats on your milestone!! <3

First of all, thank you very much for your request. I love this song and Albedo, so it really was the perfect combination. Also, this turned out a lot longer than I originally planned, and I really hope you like what I came up with. Have a good day/night and take care! <3

Once upon a dream – Albedo x gn!Fatui!reader

I know you, I’ve walked with you once upon a dream

I know you, the look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam

And I know it’s true that visions are seldom all they seem

But if I know you, I know what you’ll do

You’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream

Mondstadt was beautiful at night. Although most of the shops were already closed, the streets were still filled with people, sitting in front of the taverns where they enjoyed a few drinks and the balmy breeze that blew gently through the alleyways. Everything was peaceful and somehow quite idyllic, and you stopped in your track to take in all the impressions that rained down on you.

In your life, you had barely experienced moments like this. As a member of the Fatui, you were always on the road, traveling wherever your Archon sent you and fulfilling every mission she gave you. It was a restless life, dangerous too, but you had never been one to complain, especially since you had always dreamed about exploring Teyvat, seeing other cities and meeting new people along the way. Without the Fatui, you probably would still be stuck in Snezhnaya where you would be doing the same things every day, always wondering if this was all life had in store for you.

Needless to say that you still felt incredibly honored that the Tsaritsa had chosen you, alongside with a few other Fatui Diplomats, to accompany Signora, one of the Eleven Harbingers, on her trip to Mondstadt. So far, the trip had been everything but fun, every day filled with work and duties, including spying on the Knights of Favonius that were understandably weary of every Fatui who set foot in their city. Most of them kept their eyes on you twenty-four-seven.

Even now, during your rare free time, you could feel the guards watching you as you made your way back to the market district. A couple of people were standing outside of Cat’s Tail, laughing and joking around, just like they usually did. By now, you recognized most of them since you came by here every day. It was one of the few spots in Mondstadt where nobody payed attention to you because they were too busy with minding their own business to wonder about a Fatui Diplomat passing by, eyeing them curiously before walking on.

Your destination was the upper square, the one with the pretty fountain, right in front of Good Hunter. You had enjoyed a few meals there over the past few days (people where rightfully proud of the restaurant) but at this late hour, the shop was already closed, promotional signs neatly stored away.

You sat down on one of the benches near the fountain and crossed your legs as you let your eyes wander. During the day, this square was a popular meeting spot but now, there were only a few people here. The perfect opportunity to see him again.

During the few meetings with the Knights of Favonius you had attended, he had stayed in the background, only speaking when someone addressed him directly and even then, his answers had been quite brief. It hadn’t taken you long to figure out that he preferred to keep to himself, hence why he almost exclusively came here long after dark to inspect the Crafting Bench for any damages and to have a quick conversation with Timaeus, the alchemist who supervised the Crafting Bench throughout the day.

Usually, you kept your distance, admiring him from afar, but today, you had promised yourself to finally introduce yourself to him. Not only because it was rude to stare at someone you barely knew but also because a considerable part of you really wanted to find out who the Chief Alchemist truly was.

You didn’t have to wait long. Propping up your head on your hand, you watched him as he talked to Timaeus. His bright teal eyes almost seemed to glow in the warm light of the street lamps, and you couldn’t help but smile at the sight. It really should be illegal to be that pretty.

About twenty minutes later, Timaeus made his farewells to the Chief Alchemist, leaving him with a bunch of notes. It took you a brief moment to realize that this was the moment you had waited for but then, you jumped to your feet and took a deep breath before walking over to him.

“Excuse me,” you said, your heart starting to beat frantically as he looked at you, a slightly confused expression on his face. “Yes?”

“I’m sorry to bother you,” you continued and cleared your throat when you realized how squeaky your voice was sounding. “But I think you might have dropped this.”

You put out your hand, showing him the tiny gemstone you had bought at With wind comes glory a few hours ago. The stone’s color perfectly matched his eyes, the same bright teal that you saw in your dreams sometimes. You were absolutely sure that nobody else on this earth had eyes so pretty that you even thought about them in your sleep.

“No, I’m afraid you’re mistaken,” he replied softly, snapping you out of your thoughts. “It’s not mine.”

“Oh,” you mumbled. Well, that didn’t go as planned, you thought and let out a quiet sigh. So, what else could you say to him?

Usually, you had a quick tongue and always managed to figure out a topic to talk about but right now, you felt like every statement that came to your mind was either incredibly stupid or completely irrelevant. Think, you urged yourself, think!

But he had already lost interest in you. His attention was back on the clipboard Timaeus had handed him earlier, his brows slightly furrowed as he studied the notes from his assistant.

“So, um- can I perhaps ask you a few things about alchemy?” you asked when the silence between the two of you got uncomfortable. He didn’t look up from his notes but at least, he nodded which you took as a good sign.

“I mean, not now,” you added, painfully aware that you didn’t even know enough about alchemy to ask him a simple question. It definitely would have been better to prepare for this conversation but now it was too late to turn back. “I just – I wanted to make sure that you’re okay with helping me before I deluge you with my questions.”

Finally, he looked up, his gaze meeting yours for a brief second. “Ah, it’s you. I saw you at the meetings. You’re one of the Fatui Diplomats,” he said but unlike others, he didn’t seem to judge you. He simply stated a fact, nothing more. If anything, he sounded a bit curious.

“My name’s (Y/N),” you replied, in an almost desperate attempt to keep the conversation going because a part of you really didn’t want him to leave. When you saw the small smile that flashed over his face, you felt like your heart stopped for a second.

“I’m Albedo.”

But if I know you, I know what you’ll do

You’ll love me at once, the way you did

Once upon a dream.

That’s when it all had started. Whenever you weren’t busy with your mission or other tasks Signora assigned you to, you spent every minute with Albedo, listening to his musings about alchemy and the secrets of the world he desperately wanted to disclose. You didn’t understand half of the things he was talking about but you didn’t mind. It was enough for you to just listen to him, watching how his eyes lit up whenever he made progress in his research, and every time he sheepishly thanked you for keeping him company, you found yourself falling for him a bit more.

Of course, you knew right from the beginning that it was stupid to develop feelings for him, given the fact that you had to leave Mondstadt at some point to return back to Snezhnaya – but there was nothing you could do to stop it. Everything about Albedo was adorable. He was a gentle soul, curious and kind and so beautiful that it still took your breath away every time you look at him. And you wanted to be with him, against all reason. There was just something about him that seemed so familiar, so wonderfully familiar that you simply didn’t have the power to resist him.

And before you had even fully realized what was happening, you were already head over heels in love with him.

You didn’t tell him, at first. After all, he was still the Chief Alchemist of the Knights of Favionius and you were still a member of the Fatui, someone the knights didn’t trust at all, and you didn’t want to spoil the precious time you could spend together.

But eventually, you didn’t want to keep it a secret any longer. You wanted him to know how much he really meant to you. It had been an awkward confession, your face hot from embarrassment when he didn’t respond immediately but as soon as he softly asked if it would be alright to kiss you, you fell in love with him all over again.

I know you, I’ve walked with you once upon a dream

I know you, the look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam

And I know it’s true that visions are seldom all they seem

But, just as all good things, your relationship with Albedo came to an end about three months later when new orders from Snezhnaya arrived, recalling you and the other remaining Fatui Diplomats back to your home country immediately. Signora and the vast majority of her team had already left Mondstadt quite a while ago, and it would be a lie if you said that it hadn’t raised your hopes up that you were allowed to stay for a little longer.

Now, all your hopes were shattered to pieces. You could feel tears burning in your eyes as you stared down at the letter in your hand, reading the orders over and over again as you tried to understand that it was really over this time. There was no way you could convince your superior or even the Tsaritsa to prolong your deployment in Mondstadt.

How were you supposed to tell Albedo about this? How were you supposed to say Goodbye to him?

You should have stayed away from him right from the start. Then, you would have been the only one who got his heart broken by your new orders but no, you had decided to drag Albedo into this mess, and now you were forced to leave him.

You buried your face in your hands. This was slowly becoming just one big nightmare, one that threatened the wonderful, silly dream you had about your future. A future you wanted to share with Albedo. But of course, you couldn’t, not as long as you were a Fatui. And you couldn’t leave them either because you had sworn an oath to the Tsaritsa; you had sworn to be true to her and Snezhnaya, no matter what happened, and to break this oath had never been an option for you. Heck, you probably wouldn’t even survive betraying your Archon like that, let alone get the happy ending you wished for.

So, no matter how you put it, you had no other choice than to return to Snezhnaya.

*

You couldn’t sleep, contrary to Albedo who was sound asleep next to you, all snuggled up to you and completely unaware of the emotional rollercoaster you had been experiencing for the past few days. You had waited for the perfect moment to tell him that you had to leave but of course, it never came. There simply was no perfect moment to tell the person you loved that you couldn’t stay with them any longer, that you had no idea when you’d be able to see each other again. If you would ever see each other again.

And with that in mind, you had decided that it was for the best to just leave. Albedo would be heartbroken, yes, but he would be angry, too. And maybe that anger would be enough to make him move on from you. But for now, you wanted to enjoy the time the two of you had still left. The Fatui delegation would leave Mondstadt in the early morning, as agreed with the Acting Grandmaster, so you still had another two, maybe three hours you could spend by Albedo’s side.

You turned your head to press a soft kiss to Albedo’s cheek. He mumbled something in his sleep, and when you heard your name, your heart dropped. He was dreaming about you.

He was dreaming about you and you were about to leave him without even saying Goodbye.

*

Dawn came and with it the moment you had feared for the past few days. But you had made your decision, and it was too late to change your mind.

Carefully, you tried to pull away from Albedo who was still clinging to you, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist, almost as if he had sensed that this would be the last night you would spend together. You felt terrible as you pushed his arm aside, freeing yourself from his hug, although every part of you screamed to stay here with him.

But you had to leave. And until now, everything went just as you had planned.

Until you accidentally knocked the small lamp on the bedside table over when you gathered the few belongings you hadn’t packed up yet.

Albedo stirred awake, his eyes fluttering open, confusion clouding his eyes.

“(Y/N)?” he asked, his voice still heavy with sleep. “Where are you going?”

You bit your bottom lip, trying to fight back the urge to tell him the truth, and leaned back down to brush a strand of hair from his forehead. “Nowhere,” you reassured him softly. “You’re just dreaming, my love. Go back to sleep.”

Your fingertips caressed his skin, gently tracing the outlines of his face as you watched him slowly drifting off to sleep again.

“I love you, my little prince,” you whispered and pressed a soft kiss to his lips one last time before you turned away and quietly left the room. Please forgive me.

The walk to the town gate gave you enough time to regain your composure. By the time you joined the others, you had carefully locked away your emotions, putting on that blank expression that didn’t show how much it hurt you to leave this city.

Lyudmila, one of the other Diplomats, gave you a brief smile. “Looks like we’re all here,” she said. “Let’s go home. We’ve spent way too much time here already.”

You nodded, although you couldn’t help but flinch at the word home. Snezhnaya would never be your home again, not when Albedo couldn’t be there with you.

Maybe one day, you thought to yourself and granted yourself one more look at Mondstadt and the town walls that almost seemed to glow in the warm light of the rising sun, we will meet again.

But if I know you, I know what you'll do You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream.

[wordsfromthesol]

Avengers or Justice League (1/2)

Author: @wordsfromthesol​ Taglist: @zphilophobiaz @malfoys-demigod  @pricetagofficial @anousiemay​ Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader Word Count: 1.2k A/N: So Imma change it slightly from the request, as the Avengers is still going to be a separate team from the Justice League. Also sorry if some of my marvel lore is off…I was told as long as Uncle Ben stays dead then I'm good 😂 Also I got my new computer, yay!

Part Two

You never understood the petty rivalry between the Avengers and the Justice League. I mean in reality you were all on the same team, right? Their last squabble is why you decided to spend some time off world. There were other planets that needed saving and the Green Lantern Corps always welcomed your help. It had been a few years before you decided to make your way back to Earth…and really it was just for the food. You expected some of the tension to be relieved, after all these were adults…some of them centuries old. But no, it seemed as if nothing had really changed. So you spent your time avoiding heroes and vigilantes alike. Feigning the reason for your visit was a vacation to see your family. You just hoped no one dug into your past too closely, as all of your family had passed a decade ago.

Sitting on a rooftop adjacent to your favorite restaurant, you munched on their signature dish. The peace and quiet was only momentary.

"So vacation, huh?" You heard the gravelly voice echo from behind you. Sighing you turned around, surprised by the person standing before you.

"Well I was expecting a bat…just not this one."

"Bats called bullshit on your 'visiting family' before the words even left your mouth. But he figured I'd have better luck talking to you…"

"Hmm mm. You're Red Hood, right? From what I heard you're the last one taking orders from the big bad bat." The vigilante just shrugged as he walked over and sat next to you.

"I promised a certain birdie that I'd make an effort." You furrowed your brows, knowing there had to be more to the story.

"Alright and it got me off of patrol with a certain annoying wanna be father figure."

"And the truth comes out!" You offered him some of your food before adding, "Don't expect me to get involved in this barbaric superhero civil war."

"Oh I knew this was a lost cause."

You looked at him, confused. "Then why'd you even come?"

"Always wanted to meet a legend." Before you could ask him what he meant, he lunged himself forward and plummeted towards the ground. You knew better than to go after him.

"I wonder if Bruce teaches all of his proteges how to be dramatic or if it just comes naturally." You chuckled to yourself as you finished the meal you'd be dreaming of for years.

**

It had only been a few days since your encounter with Red Hood before you heard a knock on your door. You were shocked to see him in civilian clothing pounding against the metal.

"Y/N I know you're in there and I know you can see me. Please open up."

You let out an exasperated sigh before swinging the door open and gesturing him inside. "Well, what is it?"

"It's Bruce. He's missing."

"Bruce?" You feigned innocence, hoping it would get you out of helping. After all this was obviously just another one of Batman's ploys to get you to join the Justice League.

"Dick already told me you know. So that's not going to work."

"Dammit…" you mumbled under your breath, still loud enough for Jason to hear you. "Alright. He's 'missing'. Where do we start?"

"You start by coming with me to the Manor." His foppish aplomb was charming, yet annoying.

"Fine. I'll meet you there." Before he could muster a response, you took off through the open window not daring to look back.

**

You sauntered into the cave as if it was an every day occurrence. "So Dick. He's actually missing? Because I swear if this is some…" Your sentence was curtailed by his response.  

"We think so, but who knows with Bruce. I swear, if he's pulling this bullshit just to get at you I will shoot him myself." A laugh got caught in your throat, as you were tempted to actually believe him.

"I see you guys gained a Robin. Who's the pipsqueak?" You gestured towards the smallest of the bunch.

"You insolent creature. How dare you --" The new Robin charged at you, but you quickly stepped out of the way and put your hand behind his head gently (at least for you) throwing him to the ground. Before he could make another pass, Dick grabbed onto his shoulder.

"Damian…that's not the smartest move and you know it." Dick turned towards you, "So Bruce had a kid…with Talia…" You couldn't help but burst with laughter.

"If you all are done. I believe Jason has arrived and we can get started on this rescue mission." Tim finally spoke up as he gestured to the computer monitor before him.

**

From what you gleaned, the boys had absolutely nothing to go on. Besides the fact that he was missing. Secretly, you called Tony and informed him of the situation, in hopes that he could find a lead. Then, you spent the next 3 days and nights on the roof of your building listening. You focused in on one conversation after another hoping for any kind of information. There was nothing. On the third night a familiar vigilante sauntered towards you.

"Please tell me you have something." You kept your glance on the streets below, watching as your feet swung in and out of your view.

"I was hoping you did." His voice almost sounded defeated as he sat beside you. At his response, you shut your eyes and began to search for voices again. It was getting more and more difficult as you fought off the fatigue. Suddenly the voices shut off, as did your vision. You felt like you were flying until someone's arms enveloped you.

The next time you opened your eyes you were in a bed…and not your own. You looked around and saw Jason in the adjacent room. He was on the phone, but you were still too exhausted to make out his words. Just as you swung your legs over the side of the bed, his words became clear.

"And where do you think you're going?" You looked up to realize he was now standing in the doorway.

"Well your idiot father isn't going to find himself."

"Hm. Maybe Tony Stark will." The agitation in his voice was unmistakable.

"Whatever, you guys needed help. I still don't understand this stupid rivalry."

"Well according to the tin can, Bats was spotted in New York."

"New York…"

"Yeah, by that spider thing."

"Great." You got up, but as you reached the door Jason refused to move. "You know I can just make you move."

"You could, normally. But I think you may be a little too sleep deprived for that." As your arm reached up, he caught it and quickly continued. "Plus if you agree to let me drive you...while you sleep. I'll go with you."

You scoffed at him. "Yeah I don't need you to go with me."

"What you think you can bring Bats in yourself? He's still mad at you…" You opened your mouth to respond, but immediately closed it before gesturing for him to lead the way.

[clonewarslover55]

Ma’am imma need a part 2 of the stranger even though you literally just posted it a while ago but it’s so good. Your writing is so good!!! ❤️❤️

It took me a bit to get this because my inbox was so full but now it’s done!! I was so excited that so many people liked The Stranger, thank you so much for requesting a second part!! Also thank you, I’m glad you enjoy my writing!! 

The Stranger.    Part two(2) 

An Old Man Boba Fett drabble 

Part one

Notes: No warnings, I think

Slave I was on autopilot, everyone besides you and Boba asleep during the rare moment of peace. You smiled at Din, Cara, and Fennec. They were sleeping like babies in their seats all buckled up.

You walked into the cargo space, where Boba was stripped from the armor and digging through some dusty crates. It was clear Slave I was a very old ship, full of storage from many many years ago. 

“Need help finding something?” You questioned from behind him. Boba didn’t even look up, he had clearly heard you coming so he wasn’t surprised. His black tunic was off, revealing a thin undershirt with short sleeves. You stared at his arms for a minute, the muscles bulging as he looked in the crate.

His dark skin was scarred from the weak acid of the Sarlacc, you had learned earlier. The scars were beautiful, telling an amazing story of survival. You were so focused on his beautiful body that you didn’t hear his reply. 

You jumped when he looked at you, his dark eyes shining with something. Mischief? Amusement? You couldn’t tell. You felt your cheeks heat up, “Uh….say that again?” Boba’s lips twitched slightly, “I found the paint I was looking for.” He walked by you, setting three tins of paint on a metal table.

His armor was spread out on the table, “Oh you’re going to repaint your armor?” Boba nodded, motioning to the crate. “Can you grab the last few for me?” You nodded and grabbed the last few tins, setting them with the others. 

Slave I had a large cargo hold, big enough for the metal table that was about the size of an average desk. It was stained with many things, so he clearly used it to clean weapons and to skin things. 

You sat down beside Boba, watching him shake the tins to mix the old paint back up. “Can I help?” Boba glanced at you, “Can you mix up the other colors while I paint with the green?” You nodded and smiled. 

Boba Fett wasn’t a very social man, so he usually kept to himself. When he talked for too long his throat even began to hurt. Something about you made him want to talk though, so he did. You were very easy to hold a conversation with, Boba’s slight awkwardness not bugging you 

You and Boba talked while he painted his armor. You asked him about his career, curious about how he acted when he was the most famous bounty hunter in the world. So you two talked for a few hours, your eyes watching his skilled fingers holding the paintbrush. 

 “Before I fell in the Sarlacc.” He spoke, focusing on the knee plate in front of him. You nodded, listening to his beautifully gruff voice. 

“I had a few trophies on my armor.” He glanced at you, “My favorites were these braids that hung on my right shoulder.” You raised an eyebrow, “Hair?” Boba nodded, “Wookie scalps actually. When I was young I killed a pair of brothers as a test of my strength.” 

You stared at him, very impressed. Wookies are extremely tough and fucking huge, killing one is a big challenge for any human. Boba smirked at your impressed face, “Yeah it was a very hard hunt for me, but I got to keep their nice pelts.” He shrugged, like it was no big deal. 

“They make for really good rugs and blankets.” You nodded, “So you lost the scalps in the Sarlacc.” Boba nodded, a sigh leaving his lips. “I lost quite a few things in her gut.” You frowned and put your hand over his, rubbing his scarred knuckles softly. 

“I’m sorry Boba.”  Boba looked at you, his eyes flicking down to your lips. “It’s alright now….I’m alive aren’t I?” You smiled and nodded, “And I’m happy about that.” Boba raised a brow at your works, a smirk twitching its way onto his face. 

You had only known this man for a day or so, but you two had a marvelous connection. The spark between you both was very obvious. Boba watched you trace his knuckles, his skin dry and calloused from years of hard work. 

You didn’t know what had gotten into you, but suddenly you leaned forward and kissed him. Your lips fit nicely with his, his mouth molding perfectly with yours. Neither of you said anything or pulled away, you just stayed in the heat of the passionate kiss. 

When you both pulled away Boba went to say something but you heard someone clear their throat. You flushed and covered your hand with your mouth. Din, Cara, and Fennec stood in the cargo hold entrance staring. Boba just looked at them with a bemused expression, he clearly never gave a fuck. 

“We’re almost there. Dropping out of hyperspace soon Fett.” Fennec said, walking away. Boba chuckled silently and pressed a kiss to your temple, “Don’t be embarrassed. It was a good kiss.” You nodded, “Well yeah but-” He cut you off by putting on his tunic again.

The paint was quick dry, so he was able to armor up now. He pressed a fiery kiss to your lips before walking out, leaving you there with a rapid heart beat. He walked between Cara and Din, clearly not caring about their looks. 

Din stared at you, his head tilted. “I don’t want to hear a word from you.” You pointed at Din, the Mandalorian chuckling and walking away. 

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[gaegalsyd]

See Through Me

Pairing: KamilahxMC

Summary: basically it's chaotic Lily, with lovesick Kamilah, then clueless Amy

Note: Set between BB1 and BB2.... and I did say that I would write after I'm settled with my classes but this was in my drafts so I just finished it. (just another way of saying I'm still not settle with my classes)

It has been a few weeks after the events with Vega in the cabin of Adrian upstate, despite that, Kamilah is still feeling some darkness waiting to emerge and cause havoc to the peace that they have. Kamilah is in her private elevator towards her office in Ahmanet financial to check some files before meeting with Lily to continue with their training. Lily may have moved in the shadow den and is also training with the vampires there, but the two of them continued their training in the studio in the office building of Kamilah. She may have grown a little fond of the fool but of course there are no hesitance in making sure that Lily becomes a strong vampire and she have made it her responsibility to look over her protégé.

And when she came out of the elevator, she sensed someone in her office, and the fact that it’s already late at night and all of her assistants and employees have already left the building she immediately withdrew her daggers to kill anyone whoever came into her office. Being as old as she is, she learned long ago that she should be ready with anything that can happen, which means she never go anywhere without her deadly jeweled dagger. When she got closer to the door with her fighting stance, she realized that it’s a vampire who is in her office but after hearing some weird noises-which is apparently a laugh- she knew that it’s Lily.

“What the hell are you doing in my office when you are supposed to be in the training studio?” she questioned with her daggers still on her hands.

Lily simply snorted without removing her eyes on her computer “Dude, the security of your computer is so shitty that a baby can get in here any moment.”

The older vampire knew that there’s no point talking to Lily when she’s transfixed in a computer. So, she just kept her blades and crossed her arms. “I assume you already modified some of the security settings” she said in an unimpressed tone.

“you’re welcome” after she finally looked at her and then the fool stood up and gave her a dramatic bow. But Lily immediately realized that she is not happy.

It’s not that she is not grateful with what Lily did but she is still in the process of trusting other people than Adrian. And after thousands of years of experiencing betrayal from different people, it’s just hard for her to just open up. Yes, she has gotten closer and got herself to trust the mortal best friend of Lily, Amy but that’s different for her. And she now considers Lily and Jax her friends though she would not say that out loud, that does not excuse what Lily did going through her computer.

“shit shit, I’m sorry Kamilah” Lily pleaded her “I swear I came here early and you were not in your office and when I sat in your chair, I saw the software and I…” the younger slumped and must have really felt sorry for her actions.

The older vampire just sighed and started walking to the door but before she opened it, she looked back to Lily “I’m expecting you to be in the studio in 5 minutes” she said with a devilish smirk on her face.

“damn, I’m getting my ass kicked so bad”

Once both of them are in their training outfit, they did separate warmups before having a hand to hand combat. Kamilah is not the kind of teacher that the students will love, instead she is strict but patient when it comes to training her proteges.

“You know, I’m actually torn if you should be master Shifu or Tigress” Lily said before they have their fighting stance. “I asked my gal Amy about that earlier and she said you’re definitely Tigress” Lily continued.

Kamilah did not know and did not care in whatever Lily was talking about but when she heard the name of her mortal, her interest has been piqued, however it was covered by her stoic façade. “I don’t know what that is, and your right leg is positioned wrong”

Lily did not respond or make any more comments throughout the training. And Kamilah felt a relief without those silly comments that the young vampire always has, perhaps she still feels guilty about what happened in her office. At the end of their training, Lily was lying on the floor with her arms and legs spread out and her eyes wide open.

“What the hell happened to you?” Kamilah asked but in her mind, she thought that younger vampires are so bloody dramatic. “you kicked me to a wall so many times I lost track, and I can’t even complain because this is like your revenge” Lily replied while trying to sit “and my girl is right you definitely are Tigress” she added. Kamilah would not have cared why she is being told to be like a female tiger though she remembered that Lily mentioned something about her mortal saying she is a tigress, she cannot bring herself to ask Lily about the thoughts of Amy.

To say that she wishes to know the thoughts of the mortal is an understatement, there are many questions in her mind about Amy. Does she think of the old vampire as often as she thinks of her? does she also feel like the world around them vanishes when it’s just the two of them in a room? does she know that the thought of her brings Kamilah to peace and comfort?

“Will you kill me if I ask if we can take a selfie together?” Lily asked while gathering her things.

“A what?” Kamilah knows that languages are dynamic but this woman with her is a chaotic dumbass that sometimes she wonders if she is just making up words.

“A picture together, Imma send it to Amy later” Lily said nonchalantly while taking out her phone.

She just huffed and nodded but if it was somebody else that asked her, she would’ve stabbed them already. She simply isn’t interested in taking pictures but the back of her mind tells her that she’s doing it because she wishes that her Amy would see her even in just a picture. Kamilah may not admit it but she knows that after a few weeks of knowing and spending time with Amy, she’s already acting like a lovesick fool as if her day will not be complete without the girl being a part of it. Even as small as hearing her name, seeing her across the conference table, smelling her scent, and feeling her presence is enough to make lighten up her mood.

Lily moved closer to her and took the goddamn picture. “alright and sent!” Lily said in a very enthusiastic way. “Why are you so energetic” Kamilah sighed and she really did not know how Lily gets this energy. “I think I am energetic too especially for someone who got her ass kicked a lot of times” the young vampire murmured while preparing to go out of the building “Adios Sayeed! Fuck you very much for the body pain” Lily as she walked away and the fool had the audacity to raise her middle finger at her and then running away like a scared child after she glared at her.

She made her way to her private suite within the building to freshen up as she plans to visit her mortal. Even though she is certain that Amy is not yet sleeping- she may have memorized the schedule of the girl- she sent her a message, to inform the young woman of her visit.

“The company is very welcome” Amy replied with an “emoji” that she still refuses to use and a series of hearts.

On the way to the young mortal’s apartment, the mind of the vampire was just around how she misses her and how she wants to hold her forever. Love, crossed her mind many times whenever these kinds of thoughts invade her mind and infect her heart. And her mind says that she is not yet ready for such attachments, but her heart says otherwise, the stupid thing on her chest just knows that Amy is the one that she has been unconsciously looking for. Like being blind for two thousand years and finally seeing such beautiful colors for the first time, all this time she was blindly looking for something and when her heart found it, her too smart brain just won’t allow it.

And when she reached and entered the apartment, warmth filled her body and her eyes felt moist as if tears are ready to come down her face, that will go through her lips as it formed an endearing smile reserved for the woman smiling back at her. Amy stood up to welcome her with a light embrace and she knew, she’s home, and that her mind has surrendered to her heart completely and irrevocably.

“Sorry for the late visit” she said sheepishly while sitting down in the living room which was quickly responded by Amy with a smile “I did say that the company is welcome” that eased her, something about this woman just comforts her. “How’s training with Lil?” the girl asked while taking her right arm to loop it around her body. She recalled and told her the events that happened a few hours ago that made the girl in her arms giggle.

“She did send me the selfie” Amy said.

So, it really was a word and not a thing that Lily just randomly came up with she thought “I’m certain I don’t need to ask to know if I look presentable in the picture” She said too confidently when the truth is, she just wants to hear the girl say something about her. Apparently falling in love is making her greedy of attention.

“Why does that sound like you just want me to say that you are absolutely gorgeous especially when it’s after being a badass” the young girl said while laughing which made the older woman raise her brows, then she added “but kidding aside, you always look amazing”

Kamilah hid the giddiness she felt on her body by kissing the crown of the younger woman’s head “I suppose that’s just how it is” which made Amy laugh again who stood up and took her hand then lead her to the room “You need sleep, you’re getting way ahead of yourself” and now it’s the vampire’s turn to laugh but she just followed her to the room where they settled. This was not the first time that she will be sleeping over so she already knew which clothes she can borrow and which side she would sleep in. Moments like this are treasured for Kamilah because they are able to build a foundation for their relationship, or whatever this is, with connection and not just sex. She loves the part where they act on their desires and lusts, but the nights where they just lay in bed and talk are something she really adore. To understand and be understood is something her soul has been longing for.

And as they lay together, holding each other close, she thought of all the times where she fell in love to someone, and how it was all nothing compared to what she is feeling for the woman beside her. “Thank you” Kamilah whispered randomly, which Amy still responded sleepily to “you’re welcome to stay here any time”

Little did the mortal know that she is so grateful for her bringing light to the ancient vampire’s life, for looking at her and not seeing a monster, for letting her experience all the best feelings she never thought she would feel, and for making her try to be a person worthy of her love.

It has only been weeks, and she is already in too deep.

Only been weeks, and she already swear to protect Amy with her life.

She’s been existing for two thousand years, but it has only been weeks since she has truly lived.

[athenasilver7]

Hi! I'm new to The Arcana. Could I please request the six LI's when they are sick (like a cold or something minor), and/or caring for you when you are sick? Thank you so much for all you do already!

Ah, of course! Welcome to The Arcana family btw! Enjoy!💕✨💖 ο（´･ω･｀o）Imma do another version later on where they’re sick instead. Hehuhuhu

Edit: the other version can be found here

The Arcana Main 6 x sick GN Reader

❤️Portia🧡

“Oh, hey, Y/N- ohmygosh you look terrible!”

Immediately enters mother hen mode

“When did you first start to feel like this? Why didn’t you say something sooner? You know I care about you!”

Makes you lay down under an insane amount of blankets

Will 100% make you soup

“It’s my grandma’s secret recipe. Try it!”

Oh, Grandma definitely uses some magically herbs in her recipes because you almost immediately start feeling better

“It’s really helpful. Thank you, Portia.” “Oh, you! Don’t thank me! It’s the least I can do.”

🤍Lucio💛

What in the world happened to you?

You’re sick?

Allow him to get the most trusted doctors in all of Vesuvia

They tell him you just need to rest

My dude really watches you as you try and fall asleep

“Lucio, stop.” “I’m not doing anything!” You open your eyes and glare at him

He’s just really anxious seeing you like this

It reminds him of when he spent all those months in bed with the plague

You understand and offer him a quick hug

“How about you go and help the chefs with making soup?” “Oooo, good idea!” He’ll dash off to the kitchen

You honestly felt bad for the kitchen staff, but you couldn’t rest with him staring at you

💜Nadia💖

“....Dearest, are you alright? You look rather....feverish.”

She’ll get the best doctors in Vesuvia to come check your condition

Ah, so it’s just a minor fever

Spring is just around the corner, which typically means allergy season

Fret not, she’ll do her work in your shared bedroom so you don’t feel lonesome

When she does finish her work, she’ll gaze upon your sleeping form

You just seem so peaceful when sleeping

When you are finally feeling better, you bet she’s going to take you to a bunch of markets to spoil you

💚Muriel🖤

No, seriously, are you okay??

You’re just a little under the weather?

Then get in bed

Don’t worry, he’ll start the fire and he’ll make you soup once he’s done feeding the chickens, just.....lay down already

He’ll tell Inanna to curl up next to you so you’ll get even more warmth

Okay, now have the soup he made and- WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU WANT HIM TO CUDDLE WITH YOU?!

It’ll just make him sick then

Don’t give him that look

.....fine

💜Asra💙

Oh, you don’t look too good

Did something happen? Are you okay? When did-

Ohhh, you’re just sick

That’s an easy fix, give him a moment

He’ll come back a few hours later, potion in hand

Drink it slowly now

Annnnnnd, there! See? You’re all better!

Be more careful next time, you really scared him

❤️Julian🖤

.........WHAT

Oh dear, this isn’t the most ideal situation

Wait.....oh, right, he’s a doctor

Yes, yes, can now safely say that you were just hit with some sickness

Lay down, cover up, he’ll be right back

He comes back with some soup from Mazelinka’s

A few sips of it and you’re feeling better than ever

“Mazelinka is magical.” “No no, dear. Mazelinka just knows how to make soup.” “Magic soup.”

[devinescribe]

Next Time, No Death, Yeah?

Chapter 10 of '100 Promises'

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Warnings: Swearing, weapons, violence, blood

You were somewhere in Tokyo. Where? You'd find out sooner or later.

Currently however, you were walking through an abandoned mall. Everything was abandoned, so it didn't make this one anymore special than the millions of buildings in Tokyo. There was broken glass under your shoes that crunched when you stepped on it. "That's fucking satisfying," you whispered. "You're weird," Last Boss said from besides you. "Ok, if anytime you talk it's an insult to me imma hit you," you said, glaring playfully at him. It was an empty threat, he noticed, seeing as your tone of voice was too light and playful to be a real threat. "I wouldn't test her patience. She can be a real bitch when she wants to," Niragi stated, walking in front if both of you. Last Boss saw your eyes narrow, like a cat about to pounce on its prey. You reached your hand out, and tugged on his hair. "I just said if you insult me I'll hit you," you laughed. "Ow. Fuck you," he cursed, rubbing his scalp as you laughed. You shrugged your shoulders walking faster, ready for anything to happen. 'What could go wrong?' You thought. 'All the militants must be pretty trust worthy if the have weapons.'

Well, that's what you thought when you first got there. Now, not so much. One of the militants had tried to escape, seeing as they got all they needed from the Beach. Hiding behind objects when the man had a gun seemed like the best idea. "Alright, so what do we do?" You questioned Niragi, who kept looking from the side of the cement wall you two were hiding behind. "Stop the guy, and try not to get shot," Niragi responded, a tone of sarcasm in his voice. You noticed, but really it was a solid plan. Not getting shot was the best outcome for both of you. "Sounds like a good plan to me, let's go!" You shouted. He found it amusing how only a few days into the borderlands, you had already adapted. There was so much change, and usually you didn't do well with change. But yet here you were. "He's going to run out of bullets. And he can't change them that fast. So, let's wait till he runs out, then we grab him and take the gun away," you suggested, pointing at a mirror that showed the reflection of the man. "His bullet case is strapped onto his belt... You damn genius," he said, petting the top of your head. You leaned into his touch, enjoying the feeling. You smiled, shrugging your shoulders. "You the left, I'll take the right," he instructed. "Oki doki, let's goooo I'm bored!" You exclaimed, loading up your pistol. He kneeled down, peeking out the side of where you were hiding. "On the count of three?"

"Yeah."

"One."

"Two."

"Three!"

You both ran at him, being concentrated on the gun. He tried to shoot, but he had already ran out. He reached to grab bullets, but you aimed your gun, shooting it at his arm. He dropped his gun, yelping in pain. Niragi kicked the gun away from him. "Nice shot (N/N)," he complimented, high fiving you. He turned his attention back to the man on the floor. Blood was passing through the hand that covered his wound, staining it crimson. "Damn, any last words? Regrets? You know, death to the traitors and all," Niragi asked, crouching down besides the man, pointing his gun at the man's chest. He gulped, and took a shaky sigh. ''Yeah. I only regret that a girl took me down," he said. Your eyes widened, and you grabbed the knife from its sheath on your waist. You bent down to his level, stabbing the knife into his stomach, and twisting it. He screamed in pain. "This girl knows how to murder and get away with it," you said. You let go of the knife stepping back. He immediately pulled the knife out, making both you and Niragi laugh. "Hey, dumbass. That makes more blood come out," Niragi snickered. The man tried making pressure on his stomach his shirt staining dark red. "Alright, I'm bored. Someone else can do that. I got his blood on me, I feel nasty," You said, grabbing Niragi's hand and pulling him along with you.

Once you entered a random store, you looked down. There was blood covering your hands, and your swimsuit. You cringed in disgust. "That was pretty fucking badass," Niragi said, walking around the store. You sighed, "I guess." It dawned on you that since you were a militant, you could wear actual clothes. "Wait, so on supply runs what do guys collect?" You asked. Niragi turned to face you. "Anything and everything that could be useful. And of course, we are allowed to bring back personal items if wanted," he answered. You smirked, grabbing some backpacks off of one of the shelves, giving one to Niragi. "These would be easier to carry things around in," you suggested. "Ok, well then you take the pink strawberry one," he said. You rolled your eyes, trading backpacks with him. "Suck up your fragile masculinity you stupid fuck~," you sang before laughing. He shook his head, following you around. It really was like you two never skipped a beat. Sure, your whole lives had gotten derailed, but being back together made most things ok. The longest you two had been without each other had been the two months you stayed with your grandmother. After that first summer without him, you always asked if he could go with you. Even though you had called each other every night, you couldn't go to sleep. It wasn't like he was with you every night, but knowing you'd see him the next day would always comfort you. You didn't know why, it just did. So every summer both of you would have two months of peace at your grandmother's house.

"Alright, that's two bags full for each of us. Let's see if we can fill a third?" He asked. You both put the bags in the car. The person who was guarding the cars thanked you both. She looked down at your hands, and back up at you. You gave her a friendly smile seeing her stare. You sort of forgot about your blood stained hands. She smiled nervously, waving you both away.

"What was her problem?" You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest as you both walked back. "Blood," he answered, pointing at your hands. "Oh... well, sounds like a her problem," you said nonchalantly. It was quiet. Something you hadn't taken the time to appreciate before. Living in the city, there was always something making noise, it was never quiet. But now, looking at the desolate city of Tokyo, you sighed happily. It reminded you of the quiet up at your grandmother's house when you were little.

"Hello? Earth to (Y/N), Earth to (Y/N)," Niragi teased, waving his hand in front of your face.  You shook your head snapping out of your daydream. "Sorry... spaced out. What else do we need to do?"

On the way back, people were more talkative and cheerful. They had done a lot, running through the empty streets to find things. You were quite excited to return back, as Chishiya had mentioned talking again when you got back.

"(Y/N), piece of advice. Don't go to the parties at the Beach... everyone's to drunk to notice anything, and no one stops anyone from doing anything. So be careful," Kuina said. You two had been talking for a while besides the pool, watching others splash each other with water. You nodded, looking around. "It also seems you've caught the attention of Chishiya. He seems to think you're quite smart. That's near impossible, good job girl," she complimented. You laughed, shaking your head. "This is the first time in months I've been... truly happy, I guess you could say," you said, looking down at blue water in the pool. "What do you mean by that?" She questioned. "Well, back in our world, I thought my best friend was dead, so... I wasn't in the best mental state," you answered. "Ew, sorry, I just made this conversation about me. Ick, I hate it," you shuddered, shaking your hands. "Please tell me something about you Kuina?"

"They seem to get along well. She keeps him in line, she could be very useful," Ann observed after hearing what happened at the supply run. "She's also quite the wildcard, if you ask me. Dangerous, but calculated. Seems like she'd be a methodical killer in a show or something," Last Boss commented. This drew some attention, as he never spoke about others that often. It was often short answers, but it seemed you'd peaked his interest.  "Well, it's no use just talking about their skills. Put them to the test!" Hatter suggested, a bit too cheerfully for everyone in the room. "Haven't they proven themselves already? She's pretty high up for a newcomer, and Niragi has been here for a while, he's a high rank as well," Ann questioned, turning to face Hatter. "They've proven themselves as individuals. But if we have a pair that is on the same level physically and mentally, who seem to find fun in the games, that trust each other..." Hatter started, trailing off. Ann caught on to what he was saying. "It's an advantage for us in the end... in using their connection, it makes them stronger players?" Ann said, suggesting her thoughts. Hatter smiled widely, "Bingo! The easier the games are to clear, the faster we can all leave!" Of course, Ann was a bit uneasy at the idea. You had both proven yourselves to be useful, even in the short time you'd been there. Niragi, while annoying to deal with at times, did have amazing abilities with guns. He was able to complete games without hesitation to hurt others to get his goal, and that's what made him such an asset to the Beach. People feared him. The more you fear a person or punishment, you are more likely to not do what lead to dealing with that person or consequence. You were already building quite the reputation. Although coming into the Beach with Niragi, you would expect people to avoid you. People backed away from you even more now, seeing as you were a militant, and a dangerous one at that. You two were equally as intelligent and dangerous, the only difference being you thought things out before rushing in. He was more impulsive. A do now, think later kind of person. You, however, you thought first, thinking of outcomes, and followed through.  It would be interesting to see how you two worked together.

Wow that took a while to write for no reason at all.

[potatosoldier]

Are you still there? /Part 6/

I sat quietly in our barrack in Camp Shanks, New York City. It was so surreal that tomorrow we would be going to set our foot out from our home country. It made all of this so sickeningly real 

Skip who had just been laughing with Penk and Don, decided to plop next to me onto my bunk.

 “Ahh!”

And in the process bump me onto the floor. The shocked look on his face was too hilarious. “Sorry, sorry, fuck sorry Bambi”, he mutters as he scurries up and helps me once again to plop next to him.

I giggle softly and shake my head. “Don’t worry Skip”,I pat his head gently as he too chuckles. Then he turns more serious and makes it clear that he wants to have a more private conversation. We both turn so that we are on our sides facing each other, with our hands under our heads like sleeping children. Luckily being private wasn’t that hard in the noise the men were making. 

“you seemed pretty bummed about getting the pass to the city”, he starts softly. “I mean you don’t drink, and you usually spend the free time in the base anyway. I’m just curious to what was so special now?”, He finishes. I sigh. I could lie to him and make up a believable story about how I wanted to see the city before stepping out, or then I could be true to him the way he has always been to me. 

“I was going to spend time with my husband”, I whisper. His eyes widen at my confession. “He’s here?”, he whispers urgently. I nod, my heart racing so hard it feels like it’s on run to my mouth. I gulp and reach into my shirt where lies a ring on a chain with my cross. And on the ring there is a small engraving of my husbands name. 

I gently take the chain off and pass the ring to him. He takes a little time to inspect it and get his eyes work in the bad lighting. Then his eyes widen and mouth opens. I quickly jump up and slam my hand onto his mouth. 

“What the hell are you two doing?”, comes the voice of George Luz. I turn sharply and grab my ring away from Skip. “Talking”, I answer quickly. He just raises his brows and blows out some smoke. Then makes a face and nods. I turn back to Skip with a serious expression and mouth: “No ONE”

He just grins and smiles. “Not gonna have my Bambi thrown to the wolves”, he says tenderly and boops my nose. I breath out and smile back. It felt good to let it out. Skip was so dear to me, it always felt so wrong to keep lying to him. 

It also felt very odd to be sleeping with the men. I was now officially put into their barracks. Sink’s orders: “You’re familiar now, safe to start blending in.” And it was true, I felt more in touch with the men now. Even if Bill laughed at me because I was too scared to come down from the top bed of a bunk bed. Which lead to Bull gently lifting me down:

“There we go ma’am safely on the ground”

“Please, if I ever get a daughter, let them marry a gentleman with your manners”

I take a hold of Don’s watch and see it’s already 7.30. Shoot, I need to find Joe. “Joe!”, I shout and in my turn plop down onto his bed, like the true lady I am sitting with my posture perfect and ankles crossed. 

“Ye ready to go, Bambi?”, he asks and I nod. He slowly gets up and stretches his back. “Well off with us then”. And so he starts singing once again. A strangely pleasant and soothing sound.

I had asked Joe to escort me to the officers barracks tonight. I wanted to see Dick before we leave. If this was the last time I saw him, I didn’t want it to be just a brief tender moment. 

Once we made it to Dick’s barrack, he was already sitting on the steps with his garrison cap on and the dress greens too. I was still in my skirt, but the cap and the hobby jacket were long forgotten. 

“Thank you, Joe”, Dick nods to Joe as a dismissal. “My pleasure lieutenant”, Joe smiles and takes off. I turn to my husband with a tender grin. 

“I’ve missed you”, I whisper and put my hand on his abdomen. Just to soothe me that he’s actually there. 

“We’ve been together most of the day”; he chuckles. I shake my head still smiling. “Not like we used to be”, I whisper a little strained. His brows furrow as he brushes my hair behind me ear. He then sighs and cups my face kissing me longingly. 

His lips are always so, so warm and soft. The warmth and softness wasn’t the concrete feeling maybe, but it was the feeling that brushed my heart. I didn’t notice the tears streaming down my face before he pulled back. My hands were still around his waist, and his now cupping my neck. 

“Don’t cry, darling, not right now”, he whispers and kisses my tears away gently. “We should probably go a little further, someone could walk here any minute”, he then adds. 

I nod and give him a small kiss onto his adam’s apple, before moving to grasp his arm. Moments like this reminded me so much of our first meeting, well first time we actually got the words out of our mouths. 

3rd of May 1936

It was an early morning as Sonja Savolainen was smiling and singing in front of a group of young girls who were singing along with her. They all had their hymnals and catechisms out and smiles on their faces.

Sonja was only 18 and now substituting her aunt as a Sunday school teacher. She was a young, timid girl with a sharp head on her shoulders. Teaching the small girls during the Sunday service was something she thrived on. She was always very lonely with the people her age, not really having the will to socialize, the courage chat and having a strange accent to go and to top that a strong interest in education and research, had quickly left her the odd one out. 

Her mother had always said that she is too curious for her own good, but Sonja never saw it as a flaw. She wanted to learn more about everything, and she dreamed of a husband who would support her and be ready to built a whole corner of the world just for them. 

She was as pure and proper as a young lady could be. She worked hard in her parents farm, she rarely cursed and tutored children. All in all, she was a kind human being. But with the standards she set for herself, she ended up being self-destructive. 

“Alright, alright, children. We can sing more next week, I will still be here. Ms. Miller will come back soon, I promise”, she grins. All the eight girls were so sweet, and such dedicated little things. There was this one girl Lena, who had hard time reading, but Sonja promised to tutor her on Friday nights while she still was in Lancaster. In a months time she would be going back to Ham Lake, Minnesota. 

Slowly the girls get picked up by their parents. Sonja getting numerous hugs from the children and thanks from grateful mothers and fathers. And bless Lena’s mother who had brought her a small piece of raisin bread as thanks for her teaching. 

Now only ones left in the room were Sonja and small six-year-old Ann Winters. “Ann, darling, isn’t your mother picking you up?”,Sonja asks softly and kneels next to the still brightly smiling girl. Ann cutely shows her teeth as she giggles. “No, Ms.Sonja. my big brother will come though, he’s probybly lost.” Sonja smiles and almost giggles at the way the girl pronounces probably. 

“Well we shall wait for him, I’ll stay with you until he finds his way. Maybe you can draw him a map for the next time?”,she chuckles. 

“ohh, It can be like a treasure map, ‘cept the treasure is me”, Ann giggles making Sonja’s heart warm with her adorable little idea. 

“What a sweet treasure you are”, she says and taps the little girls nose. Their chat is interrupted by a knock on the door. Sonja quickly rises and goes to open it. 

“Hello, you...m-must be Ann’s brother”, Sonja almost whispers the last part as she looks at the man before her. There stands a tall, red-headed man with the softest blue eyes. Sonja bites her lip, he was stunning. 

Richard almost as red as his hair, as he looks at the woman. He was never the most confident with girls and he hadn’t expected his sister’s Sunday school teacher to be a pretty young lady. 

“I-I am, ma’am. Richard Winters”, he says and offers his hand. Sonja takes it smiling softly “Sonja Savolainen, please come in”, she almost whispers again. His hand is so warm and big, in contrast to her own small and as her brother said it, delicate, but chubby hands. 

Ann almost screams as she sees Richard. Richard grins and helps his sister get dressed and takes her catechism for safety keeping. “Dick, imma make you a big big map, and you will find big big me!”, she giggles enthusiastically. Sonja’s heart pumps so fast as she looks at the man. He is so calm so soothing, at least from the five seconds she’s interacted with him. 

“Forgive me ma’am for keeping you waiting, is there anything I could help with?”, he asks as he takes Ann’s hand and tries to keep her from jumping to the roof. Sonja really can’t stop her heart from jumping like Ann. 

“oh, no no , Ann is a very well behaved girl. It was a pleasure”,she says and starts to gather her own things. “off you two go, I can manage”, she finishes. Richard smiles at her softly. His own heart beating so fast that he cannot get the words to of “thank you, truly” out from his mouth. 

“Goo’bye Ms.Sonja!” Ann says and waves. Richard smiles and offers his free hand to shake again. “Thank you ma’am, we-we will probably see each other again”, he gulps. Sonja bites her lip again and takes his hand. 

“Lets hope so”, she says and then blushes blood red. Why did she have to say that. My god, why did she have to be so forward. Richard takes one look at her warm chocolate eyes again, nods and then takes off with his little sister. 

The moment their eyes had met, their souls were bound. 

Present

I grin stupidly at the memory. We finally find a dark corner where we can sit and talk in peace. We take a seat on this big rock with our arms still wrapped together. 

“You alright?”, he whispers as he looks at my grin. I nod and cup his cheek with my free hand. “You seem to be awfully in your head tonight”, he then adds. 

“Just thinking of you”, I answer and giggle as he still after all this years manages to blush. “Do you think that the lot we were looking at could be free in a couple years?”, I suddenly ask. He shrugs.

“If we get enough money from here, we can start making an offer”, he says quietly. “But we still need some money to built the house, so we’d still have to live in the barn.” I can see the pain in his eyes as he says those words. 

I smile at him tenderly now stroking his brow and take his garrison cap off. “I don’t really care, the barracks are even more uncomfortable. And in the barn I’ll have you”, I try to soothe. He smiles a little strained as he seems too to be deep in thought. 

“I did carry you over that threshold”, he says. I give him a sound kiss. “yes, you did”, I grin. 

Then his face turns grim. “And next time I carried you we were both covered in your blood”, he swallows. My grin fades and the tears try to gather again. I shake my head and kiss him softly again. I leave my face so close to his that our noses are touching. “I’m still here, Richie, and no one is taking me away”, I whisper. He presses his forehead against mine strongly and closes his eyes. 

He then presses his lips to mine with urgency. He maneuvers me so that I’m sitting sideways on his lap, his hands firmly supporting my waist. I deepen the kiss and press as close to him as physically possible with our clothing on. His other hand goes to cup the back of my head as I tangle my hands into his fire red hair. 

It feels so good to kiss him, to feel his arms around me. But it’s torture, because I want him, I need him. And this was only stoking the already existing fire. 

 When he pulls away I can see his pained face. 

“I-I need you, but I can’t do this. Not like this”, he says his voice rough, his bedroom voice. I can feel him against me. It all makes me so needy that I almost feel ashamed. It would, if I didn’t love this man as a part of my soul. 

And that’s how we sit. For an hour and a half. Trying to calm ourselves, softly talking, kissing and praying. 

@iilovemusic12us​

[rubysunnday]

New Year’s Eve

A/N: if it wasn’t for my neighbours being obnoxious arseholes, I too would be sleeping through the New Year. Instead, I shall be reading The Witcher. Worse things to do I suppose. 

HAPPY NEW YEAR, LOVELIES!!! ❤️❤️

You weren’t a massive fan of New Years. The fireworks, the drinking and the partying had never appealed to you (no matter how hard Finn tried to get you to like it). Instead, you preferred to see the new year in by reading and then blissfully sleep through the year change.

Unfortunately, Tommy had other plans.

For some bizarre reason, he’d organised a huge party, inviting almost everyone the Peaky Blinders has ever done business with and ordering a lot of alcohol.

By the first hour, John and Arthur were drunk and singing to each other.

By the third hour, you’d escaped outside for a cigarette and a bit of peace.

Isaiah, however, had other ideas.

“Unless you’re here to give me either alcohol or something that will knock me out until tomorrow, then go away,” you said as a way of greeting, flicking the ash off your cigarette.

“I have alcohol and cake,” Isaiah said, holding up the bottle of wine he’d nicked from the table and a slice of cake.

You looked at Isaiah over your shoulder. “You’re allowed.”

Isaiah chuckled. “Is New Year’s really that bad?”

“When nearly everyone you’ve spent has involved your brothers having sex and being obnoxiously loud drunks, you tend to hate it.”

You snatched the bottle of wine out of Isaiah’s hand and opened it, throwing the cap to the side and taking a big swig of the drink. You sat down on the stairs of the patio with a thud, setting the bottle next to her.

Isaiah stares at you. “Wow, are you trying to get yourself piss drunk?”

You shrugged. “Tommy isn’t here to stop me. John and Arthur are already drunk as fuck, Ada and Polly will probably join me, Esme and Lizzie are probably drinking together and Linda is most likely sulking somewhere that isn’t here.”

“So, instead of reading and sleeping through the new year, you’re going to spend it drunk?”

“You fucking bet I am!” You yelled, waving your arms around and Isaiah wrapped an arm around you, catching you before you fell onto the grass.

“Oh, Tommy is going to kill me,” Isaiah muttered. 

“Ah, he doesn’t care about me, Is,” you replied, picking at the cake he’d brought with him. “He’s got other people to...worry about.”

Isaiah stared at you. “Are you being serious right now?” You nodded. “Y/N, he thinks the world of you. In fact, if we went in there right now, you as drunk as you are, he’d be fawning all over you.”

“Then why have I hardly seen him?” You asked, drunkenly waving your fork around. “Answer that one, oh wise Isaiah.”

Isaiah shook his head. He stood up and held out a hand to you. “Come on, we’re going dancing. Then you’ll see what I’m on about.”

Begrudgingly, you took Isaiah’s hand, letting him lead you inside the house. The music was still going and Isaiah dragged you past your family, all of them watching you drunkenly stumbled into Isaiah with a laugh as he stopped. 

The two of you began a very clunky dance, swaying to the music, Isaiah catching you several times as you teetered. When the music ended, you fell onto the floor, laughing your head off as Isaiah panted heavily. 

“Isaiah!” Tommy snapped, approaching the two of you. “Did you get her drunk.”

“I did it all by myself, Tom!” You exclaimed and Isaiah barely managed to hide his snigger at Tommy’s face. 

“Seriously?” He said, looking at Isaiah.

“She missed her brothers,” Isaiah replied simply, shrugging. 

Tommy sighed heavily, glancing down at you as you laughed on the floor. “Right, come on, bed,” he said, picking you up off the floor. You leant against him as he got you upright. 

“Nooo, it’s New Year's Eve, Tommy, don’t be a spoilsport,” you complained, swatting his hand away as he waved John over. 

“Is she drunk?” John asked, staring at you in shock. 

“Yes, very,” Tommy said, passing you over to John. “Apparently, she missed her brothers.”

John smiled sadly. “Yeah, I know.” He caught you as you nearly fell, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Ok, bed.”

The alcohol had begun to wear off as you didn’t object when John picked you up, carrying you up the stairs and into your bedroom. You practically rolled out of his arms and onto your bed, wrapping yourself up in your blanket as John watched you, amazed.

“Is she actually drunk?” Arthur asked, poking his head around the door.

John nodded as he tried to take your hair down, the action made twice as difficult because you kept rolling around. “Yup. Without any help from Isaiah or Finn.”

“Wow, I’m almost impressed,” Arthur chuckled.

“Don’t be,” Tommy muttered as he walked in with a glass of water. “Y/N, come on, drink some of this.” He pulled you upright, ignoring your protests and put the glass of water in your hand, making sure you drank nearly all of it.

“Alright, Imma sleep now,” you mumbled, curling up into Tommy’s lap and passing out.

John and Arthur chuckled as Tommy sighed, shifting so that he was actually lying on the bed. 

“I guess the party’s over, then,” John said, smiling softly as you pulled the blanket tighter around you. 

“I kinda want to join in,” Arthur admitted quietly.

“There’s room,” you mumbled, barely coherent enough to hear. “Cuddle pile.”

Arthur and John sighed, rolling their eyes fondly as they clambered onto the bed, curling up next to you. Somewhere downstairs, the countdown began, the music ending for the ten seconds until the new year.

“Happy New Year, love,” Arthur whispered, kissing your forehead as the clock struck twelve and the fireworks went off, a loud cheer coming from downstairs. 

“Happy New Year, y/n,” Tommy added, tightening his grip around you.

You just snored, continuing your tradition of sleeping through the countdown. 

[hamanuelton]

my favorite parts of hamilton:

- “I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory.”

- every time Leslie Odom Jr. as aaron burr begins another part with “how did a bastard, orphan-“ or like in that same way ‘cause he doesn’t always start it that way but you know what I mean

- the way Leslie Odom Jr. as My Boi Burr™️ says “well, the world got around, they said, ‘this kid is insane, man!’”

- also when Leslie Odom Jr. as A. Burr says

“WHAT’S YOUR NAME, MAN?!”

- “our man saw his future drip-dripping down the drain, a pencil to his temple, connected it to his brain”

- “Alexander Hamilton. My name is Alexander Hamilton. And there’s a million things I haven’t done, but just you wait, just you wait...”

- background “just you wait, just you wait”’s as hammy’s putting on a new jacket and ensemble is praising nyc

- “and me? i’m the damn fool that shot him.”

- “Burr, sir” + the continuation of this all throughout

- “If you talk you’re gonna get shot” / FORESHADOWING WOOOEEEEWOOOOO

- “i’m John Laurens in the place to be”

- Lafayette’s fuckinf accent

- “BRRRAH! BRRAAAH! HERCULES MULLIGAN UP IN IT LOVIN IT”

- “if you stand for nothing, Burr, what’ll you fall for”

- “‘Onarchy?”

- hey, yo, i’m just like my country, i’m young, scrappy, and hungry—

- the way Odom Leslie Jr. as The Hamburrglar™️ says ‘shot’ and they all take a shot

- this ⤵️

- Hammy getting //flustered// about friendship

- WHEN ARE THESE COLONIES GONNA RISE UP

- Angelica’s face when Burr is tryna tell her bout herself and she shows him up and ships him out

- Act 1: 6. Farmer Refuted

- honorable mention: “my dog speaks more eloquently than thee!" "but strangely, your mange is the same." "is he in jersey?”

- King George pouting

- Jonathan Groff’s overarticulation of each syllable as King George is a work of art

- “♪ Da-da-da-dat-da-dat-da-da-da-dai-ah-da! ♪ Da-da-da-da-dai-ah-da! ♪

- “Everybody! —“

- “We keep meeting.”

- “i imagine death so much it feels more like a memory. when’s it gonna get me? in my sleep? seven feet ahead of me?”

- “See, I never thought I’d live past twenty.”

- “this is not a moment, it’s the movement”

- “I’m laughin’ in the face of casualties and sorrow, for the first time, I’m thinkin’ past tomorrow!”

- “dying is easy, young man, living is harder!”

- “i’m being honest. i’m working with a third of what our Congress promised.”

- “you need all the help you can get. i have some friends. Laurens, Mulligan, Marquis de Lafayette, okay, what else?” — “we’ll need some spies on the inside, some king’s men who might let some things slide.”

- “watch this obnoxious, arrogant, loudmouth bother be seated at the right hand of the father.”

- “Martha Washington named her feral tomcat after him” — “That’s true.”

- “Yo, if your marry a sister, you’re rich, son!” — “Is it a question of ‘if’, Burr, or which one?” and then the little ‘hey’ ‘hey’ thing they do gets me every time

- literally the use of yo throughout the production fucking gets me every single fucking time

- “i’m writin’ a letter nightly. now my life gets better, every letter that you write me. — THE PURE UNBRIDLED SENSE OF FORESHADOWING IN “laughin’ at my sister, cuz she wants to form a harem” — ft. “i’m just sayin’, if you really loved me, you would share him!”

- the irony in “Eliza, i don’t have a dollar to my name”, you’ll be on the $10 bill, my man

- top-notch brain

- Angelica TRIED TO TAKE A BITE OF ME

- the way Anthony Ramos as John Laurens says “alright, alright. that’s what i’m talkin’ about!” and also the face that he makes

- hunger-pang frame

- “You strike me as a woman who has never been satisfied.” — “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean. You forget yourself.” — “You’re like me. I’m never satisfied.” — “Is that right?” — “I have never been satisfied.” — “My name is Angelica Schuyler.” — “Alexander Hamilton.” — “Where’s your fam’ly from?” — “Unimportant. There’s a million things I haven’t done but just you wait, just you wait...”

- tbh the way ‘Schuyler’ is spelled is oddly satisfying to me

- honestly just the way LMM says Alexander Hamilton+/ my name is Alexander Hamilton, and there’s a million things i haven’t done, ‘just you wait, just you wait...’ throughout the production

- “i’m the oldest and the wittiest and the gossip in new york city is insidious”

- “You are the worst, Burr.”

- Act 1: 12. The Story of Tonight (Reprise)

- “love doesn’t discriminate, between the sinners and the saints, it takes and it takes and it takes”

- “love doesn’t discriminate, between the sinners and the saints, it takes and it takes and it takes and we keep living anyway. we rise and we fall and we break and we make our mistakes. and if there’s a reason i’m still alive when everyone who loves me has died—“

- “Chick-a-plao!”

- the way they say ‘raise a glass’ is both elegant and (appropriately) reverent

- “i go back to new york and my apprenticeship” — i shouted MY BOI HERCULES MULLIGAN UP IN IT LOVIN IT DID NOT JUST SAY THAT, IF HE ACTUALLY LEFT AND ISN’T JUST UNDERCOVER OR SOME SHIT IMMA WRITE LIN-MANUEL MIRANDA A STRONGLY WORDED LETTER

- the minute General Charles Les came into the picture i hated him so hard, even though his literal first word was ‘Whee!!!!’, though i can appreciate the sentiment and what LMM was tryna do there

- “Washington cannot be left to his devices indescisive, from crisis to crisis” — sweet baby jesus that alliteration, and jon rua totally pulled it off (i hate General Charles Lee not the person who played him, i can also appreciate the fact that as an actor it takes a lot of talent to be able to make you hate a character so easily, also shoutout to Jonathan Groff as King Georgey-Boy™️, Sydney James Harcourt as james reynolds, and the general way LMM somehow made me fed up/turn on Alexander with the whole scene with him and Maria Reynolds — and not only that but somehow redeemed himself to me which is easier said than done for characters and people alike.. i’ve been hurt too much to play like that.

- Act 1: 15. Ten Duel Commandments

- honorable mention: “if you don’t reach peace, that’s alright. time to get some pistols and a doctor on site. you pay him in advance, you treat him with civility. you have him turn around so he can have deniability.”

- Act 1: 17. That Would Be Enough

- honorable mention: the melody that LMM went with for that turn of phraseis a truly beautiful thing

- “Immigrants:” — “We get the job done.”

- THE FACT THAT MY MAIN MAN HERCULE MULLIGAN WAS ON THE INSIDE NOT ONLY DID I CALL IT BUT DAMN HE REALLY GOT THAT GOOD HOT TRIBUTE HE DESERVED

- “To my brother’s a revolutionary covenant! I’m runnin’ with the sons of liberty and I am lovin’ it! See, that’s what happens when you up against the ruffians. We’re in the shit now, somebody gotta shovel it! Hercules Mulligan, I need no introduction, when you knock me down I get the fuck back up again!”

- Act 1: 21. What Comes Next

- honorable mention: “i’m so blue” — the little squat that Groffsauce does as the light turns blue really got to me

- Act 1: 22. Dear Theodosia

- Leslie Odom Jr.’s voice is so ding dang delightfully airy

- honorable mention: “You have my eyes. You have your mother’s name. When you came into the world, you cried and it broke my heart.”

- Act 1: 23. Non-Stop

- as someone with siblings i can appreciate that they’re bickering like that’s just what they are

- “I was chosen for the constitutional convention! *squeal*”

- “Burr, we studied and we fought and we killed for the notion of a nation we now get to build. For once in your life, take a stand with pride. I don’t understand how you stand to the side.”

- Act 2: 1. What’d I Miss?

- honorable mention: “But the sun comes up and the world still spins.”

- Act 2: 2. Cabinet Battle #1

- honorable mention: “DOIN’ WHATEVER THE HELL IT IS YOU DO IN MONTICELLO!”

- tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow

- “Daddy, daddy, look.... My name is Philip. I am a poet. I wrote this poem just to show it. And I just turned nine. You can write rhymes but you can’t write mine.” - “What!” - “I practice French and play piano with my mother.” — “Uh-huh!” — “I have a sister but I want a little brother.” — “Okay!” — “My daddy’s trying to start America’s bank. Un deux trois quatre cinq!” — “Bravo!” — “Hey, our kid is pretty great.”

- as much as i hate Act 2: 4. Say No To This (because for some reason i though Alexander Hamilton was better than that) Jasmine Cephas Jones sings in it is like a hot knife through butter — namely; “My husband’s doin’ me wrong beatin’ me, cheatin’ me, mistreatin’ me...”... I guess maybe I understand it ‘cause damn Jasmine Cephas Jones is so ding dang pretty and ding dang talented and wow what a remarkable person

- the way that Lin says “And her body’s saying, ‘hell, yes’ is um.. 😓

- “You see, that was my wife you decided to” — “Fuuuu—“

- Act 2: 5. The Room Where It Happens

- honorable mention: “Bros.”

- “Talk less. Smile more.” LMM being a dramatic bastard

- Act 2: 6. Schuyler Defeated

- Act 2: 7. Cabinet Battle #2

- “revolution is messy but now is the time to stand."

- honorable mention: “Ooh!!”

- “We signed a treaty with a King whose head is now in a basket. Would you like to take it out and ask it? ‘Should we honor our treaty, King Louis’ head?’ ‘Uh... do whatever you want, I’m super dead.’”

- Thomas Jefferson all like “but sir do we not fight for freedom” MY BAD SIR YOU ARE A SLAVE-OWNER HOW ABOUT YOU NOT

- mentioning Lafayette because apparently LMM has no problem with breaking the fourth wall

- “Daddy’s calling.”

- “I’m in the cabinet. I am complicit in watching him grabbin’ at power and kiss it. If Washington isn’t gon’ listen to disciplined dissidents, this is the difference. This kid is out!”

- “Southern motherfuckin’ Democratic-Republicans!”

- “The emperor has no clothes.”

- “Sir, I don’t know what you heard but whatever it is Jefferson started it.” — “Thomas Jefferson resigned this morning.” — “You’re kidding.” — “I need a favor.” — “Whatever you say, sir, Jefferson will pay for his behavior.” — “I’ll use the press. I’ll write under a pseudonym, you’ll see what I can do to him—“ — “Yes! He resigned you can finally speak your mind!” — “Ha. Good luck defeating you, sir.” - “I’m sorry, what?”

- Act 2: 10. I Know Him

- “—Vice President.” — “— No more Mr. Nice President.”

- “Sit down, John, you fat motherf—“

- Act 2: 12. We Know

- honorable mention: “You see that was my wife you decided to—“ — “WHAT—“

- Act 2: 13. Hurricane

- Act 2: 14. The Reynolds Pamphlet

- honorable mention: *DEEP VOICE* “DAMN”

- Act 2: 15. Burn

- i’ll be the first to say i wasn’t a huge fan of Eliza at first aside from Phillipa Soo’s killer voice

- this gave me a lot of respect for her

- honorable mention: “You have married an Icarus. He has flown too close to the sun.”

- Act 2: 16. Blow Us All Away

- i would like to point out that tweet where someone @‘s LMM about not mentioning Philip’s hot and he responds “I’M FAIRLY F**CKING SURE I DID”, y’know ⤵️

- “The ladies say my brain’s not where the resemblance stops.”

- “God, you’re a fox.”

- Act 2: 17. Stay Alive (Reprise)

- The ‘I know, I know. Shh.’ and the full circle back to his mom teaching him french on the piano really got to me for the beautiful artistry in it but also damn them feels

- Act 2: 18. It’s Quiet Uptown

- “I spend hours in the garden. I walk alone to the store and it’s quiet uptown. I never liked the quiet before. I take the children to church on Sunday, a sign of the cross at the door, and I pray. That never used to happen before.”

- “Philip, you would like it uptown. It’s quiet uptown.”

- “You knock me out, I fall apart.”

- “Eliza, do you like it uptown? It’s quiet uptown.”

- “There are moments that the words don’t reach. There is suffering too terrible to name. You hold your child as tight as you can and push away the unimaginable. The moments when you’re in so deep it feels easier to just swim down.”

- “There are moments that the words don’t reach. There is a grace too powerful to name. We push away what we can never understand. We push away the unimaginable.”

- “Can you imagine?”

- Act 2: 19. The Election of 1800

- honorable mention: “And they say I’m a Francophile: at least they know I know where France is!”

- “You used to work on the same staff” — “Whaaaat.”

- “Honestly, it’s kind of draining.” — “Burr...” — “Sir!” — “Is there anything you wouldn’t do?” — “No. I’m chasing what I want. And you know what?” — “What?” — “I learned that from you.” / this moment made the blow that he voted for Jefferson like a damn hole in my chest and i actually really felt for Burr. i get Hammy’s reluctance, i think if anything he was hoping voting for Jefferson would give Burr the chance to have experience as VP and then the next election he might vote for him then depending

- Act 2: 20. Your Obedient Servant

- A. Burr

- A. Ham

- “I just need to write something down.” / really resonated as one of the last things they showed him doing before going off to the duel, his life really was writing and that was the perfect way to say that in a very subtle sort of way. i really appreciate it artistically, whether it was intentionally so or not.

- Act 2: 22. The World Was Wide Enough

- okay but first of all i would like to comment on the fact that Ariana DeBose PLAYS THE GODDAMN BULLET, I JUST

- THE FACT THAT THE BULLET HAS A PART

- “This man will not make an orphan of my daughter.” / this made me really sympathize with Burr, as well as when he tries to go towards Hamilton (at least in the play but I sincerely hope that was historically accurate) / but also that fact that Theodosia Burr was lost at sea at 29 makes me sad because Hamilton’s life was taken to give her one and then she just up and disappears in a freak accident

- Act 2: 23. Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story

- the orphanage got to me

- i loved that he (LMM) didn’t end it with himself or anything

- he let Phillipa Soo tear my heart out

- it killed me but i died quite happily

- and really what more could you ask for.

[askmyboys]

Osmund

Finally posting here again lmao even tho this blog is probs just gonna stay dead at this rate

anyways here’s giant pig god dude

| Name: Osmundus (Osmund from what I looked up, the name means Divine Protector p much)

| Nicknames: Oz/Ozzy or you can just call him Osmund in general

| Gender: He/They (usually that’s what the humans/books said pronouns wise and he seems to like em enough sooo)

| Age: Unknown but he’s p ancient

| Species/Race: Giant Pig God (he’s a Wild Boar to be MORE specific on his species)

| Height: 100ft (he can actually size shift though)

| Hair Color: Dark Grey (his hair is long so he keeps it in a braid)

| Eye Color: His left eye is Charcoal Black and his right eye has three claw slashes over it and the eye itself is white and cloudy (he can’t see in that one obvs)

| Appearance: Let’s start off with his actual appearance before outfits, he’s p much anthropomorphic, he looks like a mixture between a human and wild board obvs- anyways- his ears are pointed (not like my usual characters, his ears are pointed but they are kinda pointed out to the sides instead of upwards if that makes ANY sense?) His feet are hooves of course and his hands are also hooves but he seems to actually be able to grab things (he has a hoof thumb, i'm bad- with describing this shit lmao but i'm trying my best and I mean listen he’s GOTTA be able to grab things) he also has a curly tail as well, his bottom canines are fairly large tusks that stick up from his mouth, the rest of his teeth are fairly sharp as well.

He does have a human esque body and face actually, he also has a dark grey circle beard as well, the only actual pig parts he has are his legs/hooves, tusks/teeth, his tail, and then finally his ears (his skin color is dark grey and he does have bristles on his arms and legs mostly btw) now onto what he wears! First thing’s first, he wears a LOT of golden hoop earrings on both ears (none of those BIG hoops, its all small ones), he also has a golden nose piercing he wears, they also wear a LOT of golden bracelets going up from their wrists to halfway up their arms, he also wears a golden wedding ring as a necklace (I mean… he can’t necessarily wear it on his finger given its a hoof, but he found a work around and he’s NEVER taken that necklace off other than to sleep and even then it’s locked in a golden chest (yes, they are married, i’ll talk about their husband in side facts)

His main outfit is a black cape with golden spots on the outside (its a golden color on the inside as well) with a brownish-white fur hood that has black spots on it, it also has fur going down the front ends of the cape (you know the kinda fur like on a typical king’s outfit, yeah that) underneath the cape is just a dark grey chestplate, the chestplace looks very worn and it’s got a good bit of damage but it still looks safe tbh (he never takes his armor off chest wise)

Finally, he wears, of course, a golden crown with black obsidian stones/crystals acting like the gemstones you’d find in any type of other crown, he chooses black obsidian for its protection against the negative and harmful energies.

| Personality: Osmund is… An ancient God, they have been around for who knows how long really, it's been longer than anyone could ever remember, he’s essentially a very old man, he’s got a LOT of wisdom and he’s highly intelligent but of course, that doesn’t mean he always was… Osmund will even admit he was careless and so reckless when he was a youngling, he’s very embarrassed with how he used to act, such a careless being… They knew no better for the trouble they got themselves into, but he knows there is no changing the past, and mistakes are always here for a reason… And besides he wouldn’t have learned half of what he did had it not been for his reckless nature.

Osmund can almost be like a fucking DICTIONARY sometimes, they have knowledge on MANY topics, their favorite topics to talk about seem to be nature, various crystals, herbs, etc- Osmund has SO many books, like SO many, it’s centuries worth of collections really- He always loves a good book even if he’s read them all before and besides there’s always someone out there to teach so its good to keep them around.

Osmund, as his name suggests is a Divine Protector, even people who didn’t believe in him, he’d protect EVERYONE he could, they were a warrior, a VERY strong warrior and I won’t say they aren’t now, if they needed to, they would ABSOLUTELY go to fight… Osmund won’t ever get into fights however himself, in fact despite being such a strong warrior, he doesn’t actually like fighting at all, if there’s a way, they’d always try to solve things peacefully instead but if there really wasn’t any other option then… So be it… Once he’s pushed to this point however, there is no going back, they won’t back down and they won’t stop.

When it comes to mortals, Osmund doesn’t let himself be seen too often, but sometimes when a mortal stumbles across him, well, they aren’t going to be rude if they want to have a conversation, sure he might can size shift but there isn’t any hiding other features and they don’t even really care about hiding those features (Osmund only size shifts when he goes down to the mortals world but that’s only because well, even if most know of them based on stories and legends, etc- it IS still terrifying to see a giant, let alone a giant god so he tries to be mindful) there has been the occasion where a mortal stumbles into his world, there IS a strict policy being that no mortal should enter the gods/goddesses worlds BUT… Osmund holds no grudges, it usually stems from a curiosity, but they do send them back on their way by the end of the day, it's too big of a risk for them to STAY here.

Because he’s an old man essentially, Osmund CAN be grumbly n a bit grumpy sometimes but he genuinely means no harm, just sometimes that cranky side happens, usually when he’s woken up from a nap or sleep or interrupted by someone wanting to challenge him, 

you wouldn’t believe how many times they’ve been challenged by various other beings and even some mortals! It’s part of the reason they never take their armor off… Osmund as you can imagine has created TONS and TONS of enemies over the centuries, and one time he got a bit too careless because it was nothing but peaceful for a long few years… And that one time… Almost cost him his life, ever since then they’ve AT LEAST kept the chestplate on (speaking of, i forgot, he has a TON of scars all over his body, the one they have that almost cost them their life is right above the heart)

(tl;dr: An old soul literally, has centuries of knowledge and still has books lying around even though he genuinely doesn’t even need to read them at this point, they’ve read all those p much but still, loves to teach younglings/even mortals if he gets the chance, was once a warrior and he still can be but it’s only if pushed to those circumstances, a peaceful guy and honestly prefers peace over war and violence, can be grumbly/grumpy when challenged or disturbed, loves nature/crystals/herbs/etc a LOT, overall pretty friendly, sweet, kind, and caring, he IS a protector after all… Never going to take that armor off even if its hard to sleep in, too big of a risk… The shit they’ve seen over the centuries… The wars, the fighting, the violence, literally ALL of it would scar a person beyond belief and well there’s probably some trauma in there more than likely but he’s pretty stoic looking, always has had that stoic expression really

And honestly even if there’s something going on in there he’s NEVER been the type to talk/open up about his feelings/thoughts/emotions really, he usually bottles things up if anything, they’ve barely even told anything to their husband)

| Side Facts: ALRIGHT I know what you’ve been waiting for- You want me to talk about his husband, alrighty here we go- Imma be making a separate doc for him, but I’ll at LEAST introduce him and what he is-  his husband is a giant goat god, his name is Arvish and well… He was an… Interesting fellow I’ll say that at the very least, alright, moving on.

Osmund’s favorite types of tea are Mint Tea, Herbal Tea, and Oolong Tea.

Like I said before, Osmund has his own type of world essentially, his world is made up of wintery elements, he has a large wood cabin far out in the snowy forest that he resides in, he loves the cabin not only because it’s VERY well hidden but because of, despite being in a cold climate he DOES think it’s very cozy, he loves sitting by the fire and reading one of the books while drinking tea.

Despite being a peaceful god, they do have VARIOUS weapons, his main one and most prized possession being a longsword, the blade is black and the handle is golden.

There are more than just pig-esque people in his world as well, there’s VARYING gods/goddesses that roam the place, he IS the ruler of the world after all, it’s LITERALLY his world! And it’s such a peaceful one so it’s a nice place to live or go visit actually, the gods/goddesses can always relax here.

[if-found-return-to-gusu]

Spa Date with Lan Zhan Continued Pt. 1

OKAY OKAY Now… where was I? We were sitting in all the pillows and Lan Zhan’s massagy thing broke and so he started massaging me himself (a;lksdjf;askldjf) and I fell asleep on him… again.

UGH!!

Alright. So I have NO idea how long I was asleep (though I had me some niiiice dreams but those are for me and me alone ;) ) I woke up eventually though and it didn’t seem like it was TOO late. Lan Zhan must have taken my feet out of the bath and given me a blanket while I was asleep. I don’t remember any of that but I remember waking up and feeling so warm and comfortable and taken care of. And there was the most beautiful music playing. I started to come to and was gonna ask Lan Zhan what the song was so I could download it myself but then I realized it was HIM! HE was playing the guqin! And just..

Oh… Ohhhh..

Is there nothing this man can’t do? I swear that had to be one of the most beautiful sounds I’ve ever heard. I listened for a little bit, but after a while I felt like maybe I shouldn’t just, like, listen while he thinks I’m asleep. So I told him off for not waking me up. He looked at me with such a soft expression (didn’t miss a note either because he is made of magic) and I thought I saw the shadow of a smile on his lips as he told me that I needed to rest. “Today is for you to relax” he told me. And that if that meant sleep that’s what I would do.

I just.

My heart can’t take this!!

Suddenly the room was just too big. I needed to be closer to him. So what else could I do but shuffle my lanky ass over there to sit next to him. But even that wasn’t close enough. I leaned against him without really thinking about it. I only thought after that this probably made playing harder but he didn’t seem to mind. 

I think I may have sighed like a lovestruck fool but he didn’t bring it up. Maybe he didn’t notice.

I just sighed again… I sigh a lot when I think of him. 

Guess I am just a lovestruck fool. 

We were quiet for a long while while he played. 

That moment.. Just the two of us there while he filled the world with the most beautiful music. 

I’ll never forget that moment. 

Eventually I mentioned that I somehow had not known he played. I was thinking of the dusty old flute I have hidden away somewhere. Haven’t played that in a long time. I thought for a second about asking him if he wanted to play something together sometime but I decided not to. My out of practice squawking would probably make his strings snap. 

He told me he hadn’t played in years. Not since he opened up the HBC. Said that the guqin soothed him but he hasn’t needed it lately. 

I panicked a little then. Was I stressing him out? But no I don’t think so. I think he just wanted to play for me to soothe me since it soothed him. If it’s half as soothing to play as it is to listen to I may have to take lessons! 

I used to love playing the flute. I remember hiding away when the rest of the family was off doing official political stuff that I was not invited to. I didn’t dare make that much noise when Madam Yu was in the room. It was just a cheap wooden flute but it was a moment of peace that was just mine. 

Maybe that’s what Lan Zhan feels when he plays?

But when I got kicked out and moved into the apartment I didn’t want to bother anyone with my playing so I haven’t played since. Wow… has it really been ten years already? Wow… 

You know… thinking back I think I took up skateboarding because it was a way for me to go out and not be in the way. The feel of wind in my hair and just not having to think for a while. 

Shijie used to patch me up when I came back home all scuffed up. She never said anything but she had a crinkle in her forehead so I know she was worried about me. But going out was a way to just escape for a minute and not have to think. 

Then the Jins “Donated” a shitton of money to the park I always skated at so they like kinda own it now. At least that’s how Constipated Control Freak sees it. I still go but it’s not so freeing now since I always have to be on guard in case they come and fuck with my shit again. 

You’d think I’d stop after getting stabbed.

You’d be wrong.

Though at least they won’t try that again. 

I hope…

Ugh. I’d go somewhere else but there really aren’t any options…

I’m on a tangent again. Fuck.

Where was I?

Oh yes sitting with Lan Zhan in the most peaceful and calm moment I think I’ve ever had in my life. (Or at least the part of my life I can remember. Thank you childhood trauma. Kinda wish I knew what happened. Kinda reaaaallllly don’t want to know)

The ONLY thing that could ruin this perfect moment

Was of course

My stomach. 

Which decided IMMA GARGLE SO LOUD THE APARTMENT WILL SHAKE!!!!!!!! and ruined our moment. 

But to be fair.

I could smell something delicious. And when I looked around I saw a whole table full of goodies!!!

I laughed a little and told Lan Zhan that his food smelled too good to resist. He smiled at me again (oooh saving that image in my heart) and stopped playing to dish up some foooood for me. 

They were all on like chilled plates and stuff. All finger foods and sushi and stuff. and just 

Oooooooooh. 

Just how LONG did it take him to prepare all of this??? 

And for me? Why??? I mean what did I do to deserve the royal treatment? 

I… oh… just… I don’t think… I don’t think I’ve ever been taken care of like that before. Just…. I didn’t even have to think about… I just…