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sparkysparklightning · 3 years ago

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Okay listen

Yes this is the “longass post” I mentioned in my previous Tratie HoO post hgjkfsh I decided to publish it and see what y’alls think!

Anyway, I saw this post, like...a week ago?? And all of a sudden, everything related to the HoO series that I’ve held back just came charging full-force. So I’m here to grace y’alls with my ideas and thoughts about HoO.

Honestly, if I talked abt everything that went off-kilter in that series, we’d be here all day, so I’ll just stick to the mere basic point that was also the basis of my HoO conceptual rewrite idea, and that point is...

Percabeth shouldn’t have been a part of the Seven.

Yeah yeah, half of you guys must be throwing stones at me, the other half is probably nodding in agreement. But seriously, Percabeth already had their time to shine--they had an entire five hecking books, they ( and their characterizations ) definitely do not need another five more, yeesh! I love Percy and all, but pls, five more books in which his and Annabeth’s and their relationship’s character were diminished? Yeah, no thanks.

I love Percabeth, but in HoO, they became so...bland??? Idk how to properly explain it, but I didn’t like what happened to their character arcs at all lmaoo

But then, I got an idea: what if, instead of Percabeth, it was TRATIE who was a part of the Seven, instead?

Now this idea was inspired both from the post mentioned above plus another post that talked abt Tratie as a part of the Seven in a bit more detail, which I cannot find no matter how many times I scoured the rr-crit tag ( smh, if anyone else knows of this post, pls lmk and link it, I’m sorry 😭 )

And yeah, I know a lot of ppl have been hopping on the ‘Nico & Reyna as part of the Seven’ train when it comes to making HoO rewrites, but see, hear me out, just think about the potential of Travis Stoll and Katie Gardner--two children of minor gods--getting their spotlight in a series of their own ( plus more indirect spotlight on the minor gods in question ) plus a slowburn ( kinda ) relationship?? Heck, I already have some ideas for this, that I’ll jot down below the cut along with some conceptual ideas about the rewrite. If any of y’alls end up reading this whole post, can you...just, idk, lmk whether it’s a solid plan and if I should actually take it forward and plan on writing it? Bc I’m being rlly indecisive rn ahaha 😅

So. Tratie instead of Percabeth. Let’s take a closer look at the potential:

Honestly, I hate to admit it, but Percabeth didn’t do much to the plot as a whole, so it wouldn’t make much of a difference if they’re taken out. Though there are some things they did to move the plot forward, although little, and that’s what I’ll touch on before I discuss Tratie in general:

( oh yeah, disclaimer: I read the HoO series about five years ago?? I’m trying ( key word: trying lmao ) to reread the series currently, but it’s just not sticking lmfao. Probably the main reason why I wanna rewrite it so badly, other than the two posts that boosted my inspo )

--> THE ATHENA PARTHENOS: Annabeth went on a solo quest in MoA to track down the Athena Parthenos bc it was crucial to sealing the rift between Greek and Roman. BUT, any other demigod could go on that same quest instead of her. Like Piper, whose mother had told her that she was essential to sealing the rift but never ended up doing anything for it bc RR just...flopped idk; or someone like Leo who has similar abilities as Annabeth and would be able to outsmart Arachne in a similar fashion as well; or even Reyna could come earlier than she did in the series and work with the Seven or some of them to track down the statue? Idk, there are lots of options, tbh, there’s honestly not that much relevance to Annabeth being the daughter of Athena so she has to track down the Athena Parthenos. I mean, sure there was the Arachne ordeal, but other than that, nothing major rlly happens

Percy, himself, didn’t rlly...do much for the entire series, other than fight. I mean, there were some minor aspects of HoO where his powers or relations to other characters vibed well, so we’ll check those out:

--> KANSAS: In MoA, Jason and Percy fought each other bc they were forced to. That could easily happen even without Percy. Instead, of Percy, it could be Hazel and Jason fighting each other due to their connections as the Big Three children being taken advantage of. It could be sort of like a mirage of Thalia and Percy’s fight back in TTC. Plus, again, it gives way for more bonding and discussion after between two other characters that never got much interaction time together in canon

--> KYM AND POLYBOTES: okay this is the scene that takes place in BoO where Percy and Jason face off against Kym and Polybotes. But, Percy...does literally nothing here other than get poisoned lmao. It was Jason who did the heavy-lifting bc Percy got a t a d bit arrogant, thinking he was invincible underwater. So honestly, you could take out Percy and replace him with another member of the Seven (who would seem reasonable, in the context, so no Piper or Annabeth or Leo, etc bc none of them can survive even a minute under the water and doesn’t have a way like Jason to breathe). Tbvh, I can see Frank and Jason go together to face Kym and Polybotes. Frank can shapeshift into a sea-creature while Jason can use his ventus vacuum thingie, so it all works out, and nothing too drastic is changed!

There’s probably a couple more of little scenes where Percabeth was mostly significant in some way to the series, but let’s be very honest...there weren’t a lot of them. So long story short: if you want to, you can easily take out Percy and Annabeth from the series and replace them with another pair and it wouldn’t be the end of the world, lmao.

Now onto Tratie ideas in relation to if they were a part of the Seven instead. Here are some bullet-points of some ideas that I thought of:

It could be a lovely parallel, where when Jason woke up, all he could remember was Thalia, so when Travis wakes up, all he remembers is Connor, his younger brother. I think it would be nice bc it shows that not everything has to be romantically coded like how Percy only remembered Annabeth in canon. It would emphasize Travis and Connor’s sibling bond more so, and I can just imagine Connor giving Travis reuniting noogies and trying not to burst into tears in MoA, and Travis whispers something like “you’re here” and the floodgates open, and it’s just crying and hugging and the like 😭😭

Katie is a daughter of Demeter, so she would have a somewhat connection with the Earth aka Gaea, hence there is now a plausible reason why Gaea would want to spill her blood to rise. Also, when the time comes to defeat her, instead of charm-speaking her to sleep or whatnot, Katie could be a significant crux to the primordial’s defeat bc her powers tie in with the land/earth, so she could use her powers to forcibly push Gaea back into the earth.

Instead of them going to Tartarus, they end up going to Cupid (so some other pair will fall into Tartarus instead), and instead of a stupid forced outing, Cupid takes one look at them, senses their underlying emotional tension and goes “oh boy, yeah, you two have a lot to talk about” and actually (tries to) help guide the two into confessing the feelings they’d hidden, instead of being a little shit like in canon. Plus I just adore the idea of Travis calling Katie “flower” after they get together, and Katie calling him “key” not just bc he steals stuff but also bc he’s like the key to her heart and all that sappy bs, I literally love them sm 🥺 literally such wonderful nickname opportunities that have a deeper meaning

Travis and Jason might have a subtle rivalry, but unlike Percy and Jason’s weird ‘I’m stronger than you’ thing, it could be bc Jason felt a bit jealous of how everyone was looking for Travis, including his sister, while no one pulled much of an effort to look for him? It’d give an opportunity for them to talk things out and end up growing closer after talking

Juno/Hera saw Travis’s need, his desire, to redeem the Hermes name and as a result, used that fire to kickstart her plan by plopping him in Camp Jupiter while Jason got switched to CHB. Hence there is now a reasonable concept as to why the switch happened, because honestly, the whole Percy-Jason switch didn’t make all that sense bc Jason, yes I can sort of understand why he got switched, but Percy?? There was literally no solid reason that was explained as to why he was chosen to be switched lmao. But with Travis, Juno/Hera takes pity on him and uses this as an opportunity for him to bring glory to the Hermes name after the Titan War

I have a ton more ideas for the rewrite as a whole tbvh. Stuff relating to ways Gaea could actually be defeated, more on Octavian’s backstory and why he hates the Greeks so much, and other tiny scenes between the demigods that could bring about more characterization and details to their arcs.

The only problem is...with the way this is going in my head, I think things might end up diverging more or less from canon as the series progresses? Like there will obv be the canon scenes, but there might also be non-canon scenes that might change the series plot a little bit?? And idk how many of y’alls will appreciate that lmao ghjksfgh but I have started writing it. It’s a super long process lmfao, so idk when I’ll publish it (probably on Ao3, if I do), but I just wanted to let y’alls know bc a lot of you guys liked my first post abt this and I saw your lovely tags and it made me super happy and honestly, those tags are the reason why I even started writing this in the first place! So thank you guys so so much for the positive feedback!

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hellogoodbye14 · 3 years ago

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Race - A Formula 1 Feysand Series (Part 2)

An enemies to lovers sports romance

Feyre turned her head towards the left just as Rhys did and her cheek briefly brushed against his chin. She felt a delightful shiver run down her spine, a shiver she wanted to stomp on because why the heck did she want to jump this gorgeous asshole was beyond her.

Her eyes met an amused face. He was tall and lean with hazel eyes and dark hair. He wore the same firesuit dipshit a.k.a Rhysand wore but his employee ID specified that he was the teams chief engineer.

“Am I interrupting something?”

She laid a hand against Rhys’s strong chest and pushed. He leaned away.

“Not at all, this genius thought it would be a good idea to corner me and make wild accusations”, she said glaring at Rhys.

“It’s not a wild accusation. Formula one teams are strict about this and you just thought passing by was not a big deal.”

She snorted at him, “Please you and your team are inconsequential to me, I wouldn’t be caught dead wasting time spying on you.”

She saw a vein lining the side of his forehead pulse with temper.

“Do you even know who I am?”, he sneered.

She poked him in the chest.

“A big bad famous driver? Watch me not give a shit about it.”

Both of them were breathing harshly and she couldn’t help but notice his eyes drifting down to her lips.

He shook his head and stepped away.

“Azriel, could you please show-“, he plucked at the employee tag which rested just below her breasts. His fingers brushing against the curve briefly. He read the tag before she snatched it back from him.

“Miss Archeron to the security pad. She needs to retrieve her equipment.”

Azriel smirked and nodded.

“Of course. After you, Miss Archeron.”

Feyre followed but not before stomping on Rhysand’s foot.

She walked past him and smiled as he cursed in a low voice.

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Of course there was a gala. These F1 folks really were bougie and over the top weren’t they? The day after the race, Lucien had called her and asked her to cover the gala event since it was part of the contract. She gave him a few choice words and what did he do? He simply chuckled and said “I’ll you owe you one Fey!”

She curled her hair, put some make up on and slipped on her favourite pastel blue silk dress. It hugged her curves and showed off her legs with the graceful yet sexy slit on the one side. The dress was easy enough to move around in, so she wouldn’t have trouble taking the pictures. It would also make sure she’d blend in the crowd.

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Feyre moved around the hall and snapped a few pictures here and there. Lucien had been kind enough to send in the details of the prominent figures, so it wasn’t a hassle making sure their shots were in.

One prominent figure was noticeably missing, a figure who had deliciously taunted her in her dreams last night. She shook her head out of the memory.

She lowered her camera lens and packed it with her bag near the allocated table. She needed to get some air. She followed along the hallway which led to one of the many balconies. She stopped short when she saw a man leaning against the railing, smoking a cigar.

His long hair gleamed golden and his eyes were blue.

“Sorry to interrupt, I just wanted to catch some air.”

He turned around and gave her an assessing look before smiling.

“No worries, you can join.”

She smiled and moved to the other side of the railing, taking in the beautiful grounds below.

“Are you with one of the drivers or crew?”

She shook her head, “No, just the photographer.”

He offered her his hand, “Im Hybern’s main driver, my name is Tamlin.”

He offered a friendly smile but Feyre couldn’t help but feel a slither of unease. She was being stupid, this man was being nice and just introducing himself. She pasted on a smile and shook his hand.

“Feyre. Nice to meet you.”

He shuffled closer, “Did you get in any shots of me? If not, I’ll happily volunteer myself.”

She shook her head, “It’s kind of you to offer but I’m sure I have everything I need already.”

He looked at her for a moment, “You have very beautiful eyes.”

She nodded and shuffled backwards towards the door.

“Thank you, umm well that’s enough fresh air for me. I’ll be going.”

He quickly took her wrist and stopped her.

Yeap. Never ignore that initial uneasy feeling ladies.

“Why not stay and get to know one another better?”

She tried gently retreating her hand as cordially as possible but he kept a hold and implored her with those eyes.

“I’d suggest you let go of her hand, otherwise you’ll get to know my fist.”

Said a familiar, deep and heavy voice behind her.

Rhysand

She saw Tamlin look behind her and he barely held back a sneer.

She felt a warm hand place itself at the small of her back. Rhysand came beside her, a look of sheer anger lighting his handsome features.

His other arm laced around her waist and lightly tugged her beside him. She went with it because it meant this Tamlin tool lost his hold on her hand.

Tamlin shoved his hands in his pocket, “Didn’t realise she was with you Knight.”

Feyre was about to let him know she wasn’t but a small warning squeeze from Rhysand kept her quiet.

“She is. And she’s done with this conversation now.”

“She is?”, Tamlin taunted.

Fed up with both these men, she scoffed.

“She is right here and she can speak for herself. Pleasure meeting you Tamlin, but it is time I head back.”

Rhysand without waiting a beat took her arm in his and guided her out, but not without throwing a warning glare at the man left standing in the balcony.

“I am not with you”, she furiously whispered.

“Good evening to you too, Feyre darling.”

Feyre lightly stumbled at the endearment. She did not like it, did not like the flutter is caused.

“Don’t call me that.”

Rhysand gracefully guided her but they weren’t heading towards the hall. No, they were heading towards the other end. His steps purposely heading towards one of the closet spaces.

“Where are we going? The party is that way.”

“You and I need to talk.”

“No, we don’t.”

Did the dipshit listen? No. He simply ignored her and almost dragged her to where he wanted her.

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lightns881 · 5 years ago

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DTeam Tumblr Demographics Survey Results (Part 1):

The Gifted Child Syndrome is Real with this One...

*Rubs hands together in preparation for some juicy data and in-depth analysis of the typical member of the DTeam Tumblr community*

Ooooooooh boy! Here we go!

I want to start of by thanking you guys for over 400 responses to the demographics survey! Y’all have no idea how much I appreciate it! We have so much to cover, so I’m going to divide up different sections of the survey into several posts to make it more digestable and do justice to each topic explored in the form! We’re going to start of with, you guessed it, personality types!

Strap yourself in because we’re about to thoroughly dissect your sub-conscious innerworkings and find out how the typical DTeam Tumblr Fan thinks! (And judging by the majority personality types, you guys will probably enjoy it)

The Delicious Data

From the 449 responses we received, this is a pie chart displaying the personality types of all respondents.

Image Description: INFP (40.5%), INTP (15.1%), INFJ (8.9%), INTJ (8.9%), ISFP (6.9%), ENFP (4.2%), ISTP (4.0%), ENTP (3.8%), ESFP (1.6%), ISFJ (1.6%), ENTJ (1.3%), ENFJ (1.3%), ISTJ (1.1%), ESTP (0.4%), ESFJ (0.2%), ESTJ (0%)

In comparison, this is a pie chart displaying the personality type percentages of the population as a whole according to the MBTI website.

Image Description: ISTP (14%), ESFJ (12%), ISTJ (12%), ISFP (9%), ESTJ (9%), ESFP (8%) ENFP (8%), ISTP (5%), INFP (4%), ESTP (4%), INTP (3%), ENTP (3%), ENFJ (2%), INTJ (2%), ENTJ (2%), INFJ (1%)

I don’t know about you guys, but I’m sensing a tiny difference here... Oh, right!

INxx’s on the Loose!

It’s funny. When I first found one of the 18+ DTeam fan servers through Tumblr, I asked everyone what their personality type was. I was pleasantly surprised when a lot of them told me they were INFPs like me!

It actually reminded me of MatPat’s (Game Theory) survey for one of his Life Is Strange theories that found the majority personality there was also INFP...

Funny enough, can you guess what the second leading personality on that survey was? The third? The fourth?

You probably guessed it right. MatPat found that out of the fans who responded, the leading majority was INFP while INTPs came in second, INFJs came in third, and INTJs came in fourth. The exact order for the personality types in DTeam Tumblr.

But why is it that some of the rarer personalities of the world are dominating DTeam Tumblr or Game Theory’s fanbase? What is it about these communities that attract the rare introverted Intuitive Perceivers (INxP) and Intuitive Judgers (INxJ) of the world like magnets?

The Gifted Kid Syndrome

To answer this question, first we have to examine our leading personalities. As we can see from the data, INFPs and INTPs make up 55.6% and INFJs and INTJs make up 17.8% of the total respondents. That’s nearly 3/4′s of the DTeam Tumblr population made up of INxx types!

Now, here’s me calling y’all out.

A lot of you probably relate to the quiet kid sitting at the back of the classroom who’s put into some type of TAG, gifted program, or some authority figure has probably called you smart and/or “gifted” at some point in your life. Academics probably came easy to you at one point, maybe they still do.

You’ve probably felt your chest swell up at the shower of compliments about your intelligence and at another... you’ve probably felt like people put you in a pedestal and overrate you so you’re stuck with this inherent fear of failure, and it causes you to completely shut down when the things that came easy to you at one point no longer do so.

It’s gifted kid syndrome hitting you like a brick to the face. And if it hasn’t yet, oh you’re in for a surprise, honey.

And I’m sure many of you have come across funny, relatable posts like this:

And you want to know why most of you relate?

Image Description: INTP, INTJ, INFP, anf INFJ’s rate the highest in a giftedness per MBTI Type chart

No. You’re not hallucinating. It’s not even a joke at this point. It feels true because it probably is true.

(Granted, the study that captured similar results to this graph is long lost to the internet, but the best source I found with it was a reddit post I will be citing in the reblog.)

Now, my next point is where we find a split.

INFPs and INTPs and their Need to Question Everything (even if it’s about one sentence [insert creator here] said that one time during a 4-hour long stream)

The strongest connection I found between the two leading personalities of DTeam Tumblr is they share Extraverted Intuiting (Ne) as their auxiliary cognitive function.

I’ll use a quote that explains Ne better than I could ever explain it in my own words:

“Extraverted intuition or Ne is very much focused on patterns and making connections from information they gather... Ne dominant users enjoy being able to explore things in a much more open manner, not wanting to feel closed off to the possibilities around them... They are also highly imaginative people, who enjoy being able to come up with unique hobbies and experiences... They are not afraid of imagining things which seem almost impossible to others... [For INFPs,] Ne is what creates this detailed and incredible thoughts process which keeps them busy for long periods of time.”

And another:

“Auxiliary Ne manifests in people constantly questioning the world around them, but unlike ENxPs, they can be more pick and choose about this. But generally, they don’t take people, things and events at face value.“

Now, think about the community you’re in right now. Think about the post you’re reading at the moment.

DTeam Tumblr is full of over-analysis posts, whether about Dream and George’s secret love for each other or about the inherent problems with Dream’s shipbait and gay jokes or theories about what’s going to happen next in the dream SMP lore and the dramatic betrayals and creator’s descend into madness and more theories about sexuality and charts depicting creator’s personalities and what they’d be likely to do in different scenarios and... ooof, I’m out of breath here. You get my point.

DTeam Tumblr is literally a group of ex-gifted or gifted introverted people who love to read or write analysis, theory, and discussion posts about sweaty Minecraft Youtubers because they’re probably too overwhelmed by real life and find joy in obsessing over “dumb” things.

That’s it. That’s literally the post. I might as well end there.

But I won’t.

Because obsessions is exactly what I want to focus on next.

The Inherent Nature of the INFP and their “Micro-Obsessions”

This is me having a one-to-one conversation with all my INFPs reading this.

Do you sometimes just set your mind on a goal--like, let’s say, writing a book--and you spend so much time obsessing over it to the point where you burn out and suddenly it never sees the light of day because you move onto your next goal or obsession because now you’re getting ready to launch your freelance website so you can start a business on [insert new hobby here]?

Or do you just suddenly find a fandom or a show or a channel you really enjoy and you spend the next few months doing nothing but engaging with it and reading fanfiction and drawing fan art or making dumb analysis posts on your main Tumblr account where suddenly you get an influx of followers from that community and now people are expecting you to just post about MCYT!?

Oh, sorry, I got a little carried away at the end there...

Anyhow, my point is, do you ever develop an obsession over something all the sudden only for it to just disappear when you find something new or just fall into the deep crevices of your mind only for it to maybe reemerge a few years later after you get a deep sense of nostalgia remembering it?

I call them micro-obsessions. And I recently found out, I’m not the only one who does this!

Here’s another quote for you:

“According to Carl Jung’s theory of cognitive functions, when an INFP makes a decision, Ne comes in second to another process known as Introverted Feeling (Fi). Fi does not use logic to make a decision. It uses how we feel about the decision according to our values. In other words, it asks, “Which choice feels right for me?”

Ne, on the other hand, craves new ideas and experiences to explore, which causes INFPs to always be on the lookout for something novel.

Unfortunately, INFPs can get stuck in a loop, going back and forth between their Ne and Fi. They search to understand their values by constantly trying new things. They ask themselves, “Does this feel right?” then throw it over their shoulder as they move on to something else.”

So, you’re probably asking right about now, Light, how the heck does any of this have anything to do with the Dream Team and MCYT!?

Well, my friend, it has EVERYTHING to do with the Dream Team and MCYT and DTeam Tumblr as a whole.

Because INxx’s are predisposed to end up in places like this--fandoms on Tumblr, channels that speculate whether Mario is evil, watching dramatic Minecraft smp wars and elections as opposed to looking at the news that depicts Murphy’s Law as 2020′s new favorite epigram.

The introvert in them causes them to prefer socializing in small communities online where they’re not forced to engage in conversations if they don’t want to or put into uncomfortable situations where they have to talk to that one friend of their friend who wants to make meaningless small chat.

Their Intuition causes them to wonder into places like Tumblr where they can engage in deep discussions about their newest obsessions, and they won’t be judged for writing a 500+ word post about why Dream’s shipbait tactics are a genius algorithm strat or simping over sweaty Minecraft boys.

DTeam Tumblr is a safe haven for INFPs and INTPs who might be placed in the “other” category or marked as weird for being interested in “childish” entertainment or being different from the general population overall, whether that’d be sexuality, point of view, age, gender, etc. A place where you can fully be yourself and not have to worry about disappointing people.

INFPs are predisposed for drowning themselves in their micro-obsessions to avoid all of the madness in the world--even if that means giggling like a little girl while reading memes about your favorite Minecraft YouTube creators.

That is a deep-dive into the mind of a typical DTeam Tumblr user. What do you think? Is it accurate at all? Is it completely off? Let me know in the comments!

And with that, I digress. I’m not sure whether I’ll be covering general demographics next week or diving into the topic of ships (could be a mix of both), but I will be posting about it eventually, so make sure to hit the follow if you got to the end of this post and enjoyed it or learned something new from it!

Friendly reminder that this survey and post is in no way supposed to be taken 100% seriously. These are just the ramblings of a math major INFP with too much time on her hands and way too big of an obsession for MCYT. My asks are always open for literally anything, whether if you want to ask me about this or any DNF related subject, my own opinions, or just criticize the whole of this post and tell me it’s complete trash! I’ll answer as long as it’s appropriate!

And, again, thank you everyone who filled out the survey. Without y’all, this post wouldn’t be possible. I really enjoyed writing it! Adios!

#dteam #dteamblr #dttblr #mcyt #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #sapnap #dreamnotfound #dnf #dream team #dream smp #dteamblr demographics survey #analysis

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boldlyvoid · 4 years ago

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Amoreena | Chapter Nine

chapter nine

main summary: Heaven is a real place and it's located exactly 14.6 miles away from the FBI, Quantico Headquarters. Off behind a small park, under a fantastical willow tree surrounded by wildflowers, in every colour young minds can imagine.

Don't forget, heaven also comes with angels.

Chapter Warnings: date night!! this is very fluffy, very emotional and extremely horny. edgar allan poe is rolling in his grave at what they did in his enchanted garden

exhibitionism, public sex (no ones there tho), drug mentions at the end (let me know if I should tag anything else!!!!)

word count: 5.4k

from the beginning <3

He spent all of Thursday afternoon with Penelope in Richmond, setting up for his date that night.

Stringing lights on the trees, mowing the grass and trimming the flowers back, the staff ensuring that the museum was in pristine condition for them tonight, it was perfect. The cats were brushed, there were rose petals the fountain and the most beautiful picnic set up in the garden.

Penelope packed their dinner for them, keeping it in the museum fridge for when they finally arrived, it was the only thing Spencer needed to remember.

Y/N: just got home, about to get ready! Can’t wait to see you at 6 ♥︎

Spencer smiled at his phone, about to text her back when Penelope laid a hand on his back, “change into your suit and head back to her, traffic might be bad?”

“Thank you, for everything. You’ve always been my best friend, more of big sister actually,” Spencer pressed his lips together tightly as to not get emotional. “You’re wonderful Penelope, thank you.”

“Awe!” She swooned, wrapping him up in a big hug. “I will always love you, Spencer, you deserve all of this and so, so much more, now go before I cry.”

He laughed, pulling back, hand lingering on her shoulder as he walked into the museum. They let him change in the backroom, it felt incredibly strange to be putting on a suit inside Edgar Allan Poe's house to go pick up his wife. Not too long ago he dreamed about bringing a girlfriend here someday, life was moving too quickly, he needed a breather.

He kept his suit jacket folded and on the passenger seat as he drove home, where he lived with his family. Even just thinking that as he paid attention to the road made him smile. The wind hitting his face, his hair blowing in the breeze, he felt free at last.

He was where he was supposed to be, all roads lead to here.

Travelling up her driveway with a smile on his face as the dust followed him to her doorstep. She was waiting in a red dress on the porch, Amoreena and her nanny eating pizza on the steps as they waited for him.

Stepping out of his car, he straightened his tie and pulled his pants up more, looking at his wife like she was a star plucked from the sky, landing in this Virginia field for him.

She stood then, her satin dress flowing and exposing a leg as she walked down the steps to him, “Is this what you wanted?” She twirled in front of him to show it all off, her hair getting stuck in her lipstick and making her laugh.

“I love you,” is all he can say as she leaning in with a wide grin, surpassing the smile to kiss him gently, using her thumb to get all the lipstick off his bottom lip and chin.

“Love you too, cutie,” she winked, taking his hand and turning back towards Amoreena, “listen to Nanny, remember we love you and we will see you no earlier than 7:30 tomorrow, okay?”

“Yes ma’am!” She saluted, mouth full of pizza.

“And what are the new rules about coming into our bed in the morning?”

“Knock first, wait till you respond, don’t come in unless you say it’s okay,” Amoreena replied, sticking her tongue out at her as she remembered it all.

“Smartie pants,” Y/N smiled at her, “come give us a hug, don’t get pizza on my dress, please.”

Amoreena wiped her sleeve over her mouth before running into her mother's open arms, they shared goodbye kisses before it was Spencer’s turn. She held him so tight it felt wonderful, “goodnight Lovey, I’ll see you tomorrow morning, have the best sleep ever for me?”

“I’ll see you in dreamland,” she replied, kissing his cheek gently before she pulled back.

“Have fun!” Nanny called from the porch as Amoreena skipped back to her.

“We will,” Spencer replied, taking Y/N’s hand and leading her to the passenger side, he opened her door and helped her inside, insuring her dress was inside before closing the door.

Jogging back to his door, he got in and put on his seatbelt. He threw the car in reverse and turned around by the barn, heading down the driveway, not saying a single thing as Y/N stared at him.

“You’re really not going to tell me anything?” She shook her head, licking her lip before biting it as she huffed.

“We’re going to Richmond, Virginia, to read,” he gave her one hint.

“Hmm,” she smiled, “I’m sure you won't tell me the title, so Mr. I can remember every book ever, what’s a random line in it?”

“You’re smart,” he teased her, “but for the brilliant green of the huge leaves that spread from their summits in long, tremulous lines, dallying with the Zephyrs—”

“We’re going to the Edgar Allan Poe Museum!” She cut him off with a cheer.

He slows down on the barren dirt road, mouth wide open as she got it right, he turns to her as they come to a complete stop, “how the heck did you get that?”

“Yes!” she laughed, tossing her head back as she clapped and kicked her feet a little, so proud of herself, “I’m a librarian, Spencer! Did you think I wouldn’t know Eleonora?”

“That’s the most random sentence in the whole poem?” Spencer was shocked, she recalled it faster than he thought he would be able to if she read a line to him.

“My brother’s first motorcycle was a Zephyr,” she smiled at him, raising her eyebrows. “My brain is kinda like a filing cabinet, if you give me a word I can remember everything I’ve ever heard with that word included.”

He started to drive again, shaking his head as he paid attention to the road but still astounded by how amazing she is. “Amoreena gets that from you then, she could have both our eidetic memories together, that would be very interesting to see.”

“Eidetic memory?” She questioned.

“It’s what most people call photographic memory,” Spencer explained. “You can remember everything you hear which is why you and Amoreena are able to recall songs, books and movie facts so fast, while I can read back to you anything I’ve read without having to see it again, it’s forever in my mind.”

“So we’re both geniuses, cool,” Y/N smiled at him again, “sorry I ruined your surprise.”

“You just know where we’re going,” he reminded her, laying his hand on hers, interlocking their fingers as he drove.

They had an hour alone before the real date started.

So she showed him all of her favourite songs, including some of Amoreena’s playlists so he could get familiar with them before their trip to Rhode Island. Her voice was impeccable, she knew all the words and harmonies, often opting to cove background voices he wouldn’t have even known were there if it wasn’t for her.

She loved music in a way that intrigued him, she enjoyed music with a story. Much like the reason she loved books so much, she enjoyed picturing the happy places in her mind that the songs were able to take her to, they filled her with glee and hope as she sang to her heart's content. Taking short breaks to explain the meanings of songs, to recite the best lyrics and why the songs are close to her heart.

“Do you want to hear the song that reminds me the most of you?” She asked between songs, pausing so that nothing else would start.

“Sure,” he blushed, nervous for what it could be and how she imagined him in her mind, hoping he could live up to it.

“I'm perfectly fine I live on my own, I made up on my mind, I'm better off bein' alone. We met a few weeks ago, now you try on callin' me, baby, like tryin' on clothes,”

She stares at him with a beautiful smile as she waits to see his reaction to the opening, finally singing when the beat drops, dancing softly in her seat as she belted the words out to him.

“So prove to me I'm your American Queen, and you move to me like I'm a Motown beat, and we rule the kingdom inside my room,” She brushed her hand across his jaw, teasing him as the words flow from her lips to his ears, she loves him and he can feel it with every syllable.

“And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for, King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa! And all at once, you are all I want, I'll never let you go King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa,” she sings so softly, with a purpose, turning it down a little so that he can talk to her.

“I love you,” he reminded her, “so much it hurts sometimes.”

“It’s like your heartstrings are tugging on each other, right?” She agreed, “like they want to jump out of our chests and run to each other.”

He nodded with a soft smile, reaching for her hand again holding it as he brought it to his mouth for a kiss, “queen of my heart.”

“Hmmm,” she thought over his words, “I’m pretty content with being princess still, Lady Amoreena is in line for the thrown, it’s part of her namesake after all.”

“Does the kingdom have a name?”

“You know the Elton John song Goodbye Yellow Brick Road?” She waited for his nod, “my grandma called it Ozellous so it’s like wizard of Oz but I added the 'ellous' because people always said they were jealous of our farm.”

He’s trying his best to keep his eyes on the road when all he want’s to do is look at her smile, to see her pupil change as she recalls the loving memory, it’s his favourite thing to do. Better than any movie or play, seeing her face was better than looking at the most expensive art piece. He was so in love with all of her.

“Were you like Amoreena as a kid?”

“Oh yeah,” she laughed, “bullied hardcore for it too, kids always told me to shut up cause I’d add facts to conversations I wasn’t a part of.”

“I would have loved to listen,” Spencer replied softly, knowing the feeling all too well.

They were only a few minutes away now, turning into the small town and passing quaint little homes and cottages. “Amoreena would love this drive, these are some interesting townspeople homes for her imagination, we should come back sometime this summer.”

His heart was going to actually explode, she was everything he never knew he needed.

“I’d love that,” he added as they pulled into the museum. “I’m a museum member and I’m a patron, so sometimes I donate rare pieces I find, they love me here.”

Her mouth opened to speak, but her eyes got caught on the twinkling lights in the distance, mesmerized by everything. Old cobblestone streets, brick buildings and wooden gates, it was straight out of the 1800s and absolutely fantastical.

“And it’s all ours for the night,” he put the car in park and turned to her, “wait here?”

She nodded, speechless as she continued to look out the window at everything. Spencer got out of the car, opening the back seat to grab and put on his jacket, straighten out his suit before opening her door and extending a hand to help her out.

“Princess,” he extended his arm for her to tuck her own under, he closed her door and escorted her through the gate and towards the garden.

The sun was just starting to set, 7 pm in early June being the most beautiful time of year in rural Virginia, the sky was a perfect purple as he leads her through the stone arches towards the picnic.

Her eyes sparkled with all the lights, wide and pupils blown as she took it all in. It was a fairytale, she was in a princess dress, he was the king of her heart and this was just the beginning of happily ever after.

“Spencer, whatever your middle name is, Reid,” she gasped, swatting his arm lightly with a smile growing on her face.

“It’s Walter,” he smiled right back.

He let go of her hand then and walked over to a table, turning on the record player and dropping the needle in the right spot. He did his research into some Taylor Swift songs, finding one that reminded him the most of Y/N and how much he loved her.

“May I have this dance?” He asks as she notices the all too familiar guitar strumming.

He reaches a hand out for her, pulling her in as she takes it, “I was so so lost before I found you in the park,” he explains the first verse, barely a whisper beside her ear as they start to sway.

There I was again tonight forcing laughter, faking smiles Same old tired, lonely place Walls of insincerity Shifting eyes and vacancy, vanished when I saw your face

“All I can say is it was enchanting to meet you,” he whispers once more, feeling the goosebumps bursting on her bare arms.

He spun her around, extending both their arms as she twirled out and then back into his embrace again with a giggle. She swayed back and forth, dancing with him like the night they got married in her field.

Your eyes whispered "have we met?" Across the room your silhouette starts to make it's way to me The playful conversation starts Counter all your quick remarks, like passing notes in secrecy

“And it was enchanting to meet you, All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you,” he sings them this time, spinning her out again as the chorus hits, her eyes widening as she began to smile wider than he’s ever seen before.

They sang the words together as they danced, smiling and laughing as they moved around the cobblestone. Finding a rhythm so perfect, so them, it was silly and not on beat in the slightest, mostly spinning, it was a spinning song if the album cover was any indication.

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home I'll spend forever wondering if you knew I was enchanted to meet you!

“The lingering question kept me up, Two a.m., who do you love? I wonder till I'm wide awake! Now I'm pacing back and forth, wishing you were at my door, I'd open up and you would say, hey! It was enchanting to meet you, all I know is I was enchanted to meet you,” Y/N’s voice softer than ever as she sang her anxieties into his ear, remembering the day at the museum where she wondered if she could have him all to herself.

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home I'll spend forever wondering if you knew This night is flawless, don't you let it go I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone I'll spend forever wondering if you knew I was enchanted to meet you

Spinning around in circles she leaves his grasp, dress circling in the wind and he watches her. She takes both his hands and spins around with him in a tight circle before pulling back in, their chests bumping as they laughed, happier than he’s ever been in his entire life, and she’s made him pretty happy in the last few weeks.

The girl of his dreams, dancing around him with a smile like she was making her own music video. This was a dream of hers he didn’t know, making it come true as it became a dream of his own.

He places his hands on her cheeks as he stares into her eyes, “this is me praying that this was the very first page, not where the storyline ends. My thoughts will echo your name until I see you again. These are the words I held back, as I was leaving too soon, I was enchanted to meet you,” he whisper’s the words, barely singing, more talking.

“Please don't be in love with someone else. Please don't have somebody waiting on you. Please don't be in love with someone else. Please don't have somebody waiting on you,” she sings right back to him, staring into his eyes as they stand still in the garden.

She pulls him into a kiss, breathing in deeply through her nose as they hold each other’s cheeks, unable to get closer as they kissed. Pulling away with a loud smooch sound, smiling before taking her hands in his, once more.

Spinning her around again as the beat drops once more, her smile more beautiful than the first time he saw it. He was so madly in love, he firmly believed he was in heaven.

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home I'll spend forever wondering if you knew!!

This night is flawless, don't you let it go I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone I'll spend forever wondering if you knew I was enchanted to meet you!

Please don't be in love with someone else Please don't have somebody waiting on you

“Now go stand in the corner and think about what you did,” Taylor Swift's voice cuts into the beautiful moment as her songs change and the mood drastically changes.

Y/N bursts out in laughter, jumping lightly as she enjoyed the song, head-banging along as she danced by herself until Spencer turned the music off once again, “you’re so cute.”

“Thank you,” she bowed, “this is cute!”

“There’s a picnic basket in the fridge inside, and some wine if you think that’s a good idea?” Pointing towards the main house, she followed him towards the door.

“Oh, hello?” Her voice changed as she noticed the two black cats on the window, letting Spencer head inside for the basket as she talked to them.

“That’s Edgar and Pluto, the groundskeeper found them in the shed in 2012,” Spencer explains as he comes back out, basket in hand but she’s too busy with the cats to notice.

Petting both their faces, they stretch into her reach and bask in the feeling of her nails on their skin, Spencer would agree it felt nice. He loved the feeling of her hands in his hair, he must have been a cat in his last life.

“Amoreena wants her own indoor cat,” Y/N smiled wide at him, “she always wanted to call him Hercules like the Elton John song, almost like she knew you were her dad all along.”

She took his free hand then, following him towards the blanket in the grass, “how?”

“There’s a line in the song about Greek gods, but it says Hercules on her side and Diana in her eyes, and she does have your mom's eyes, right down to the colour of her iris,” Y/N looked at him like he was everything to her.

Spencer couldn’t speak, he just set the basket on the ground and ushered her to sit down beside him. She held the skirt of her dress up so she could sit crisscross applesauce on the blanket, draping her dress over her legs so she didn’t show anything off just yet.

“Every time I look at you I understand all her quirks and her facial expressions,” she added like she was trying to make him cry, “I’ve been looking at her for almost 8 years now, wondering who you were and now I know, and you’re so much better than I ever imagined.”

“Would you have looked for me when she turned 18?” Is all he can ask through his sniffles, trying to hold it together for her.

She nodded, “I was going to tell her soon anyway, she asks a lot of questions I’m not sure if you noticed.” Her giggle was priceless, “she had lots of questions when the goats were born this year and that meant her asking more about making human babies and I just said a special man helped me make my dreams come true, and she thought it was Rumpelstiltskin.”

Spencer couldn’t fight the laugh that erupted from him, leaning forward as he chuckled, making her laugh too. “Does she even know the whole story?”

“She’s only seen the 4th Shrek movie with him, she has no idea that he also takes the babies,” Y/N placed her hand on his knee gently, “If I get pregnant again, I’m going to tell her about how it all works as simply as possible, I want her to feel included in this and she’ll be less jealous if she sees this as a learning opportunity.”

“That’s a good idea,” he agreed, “I still can't believe she almost punched Michael for hugging me.”

“Oh, I can,” Y/N laughed again, “she was being bullied last year by an older kid and I said if someone upsets you or hurts you, sometimes it’s not that bad to hurt them back. Make them know you’re not weak and you care about yourself, and she gave a kid a black eye for tugging on her braid.”

Spencer couldn’t stop smiling, “that’s my girl.”

Y/N opened the picnic basket then, taking everything out with a smile as Spencer stared at her, thinking a million different thoughts about future kids, how Amoreena would grow up, seeing her as a big sister to hopefully many.

They both leaned forward and kissed softly, smiling as they pulled back, “so you like charcuterie?”

She laughed, “Amoreena called it shark coochie once, I can’t not think of that now.”

“How many kids do you want?”

“Have you ever read cheaper by the dozen?” She teased him. “As many as I can have, I have the funds thanks to my job and the farm and not having to pay a mortgage, I was going to have another baby next year anyway, I had an appointment and everything scheduled, I even tried to get them to contact Amoreena’s father for another sample but they said they couldn’t ask you outright for me.”

“They asked me if I wanted to give another sample when I asked if I could know my kids,” Spencer remembered the words exactly, “she said ‘You have four offspring so far, none of the other samples used have produced a child, the women were all IVF as well so it wasn’t your swimmer's fault if you wanted to donate again.’”

“I don’t want to know the truth, are you okay if we let her decide if she wants to find out at 18?” Y/N asked softly, “I’m content thinking you’re her father, I don’t want to know if it’s some other tall who-lookin’ genius, okay?”

“That’s perfect actually,” Spencer agreed, “and on the kids front, you don’t mind me being in my 70s when they all start going to University?”

“My dad is 68 with no signs of stopping, and he’s still fantastic with his grandkids,” Y/N always had a fact to combat his anxiety. “You have a lot of life left in you, I’ll take good care of you so that they have the best dad ever for as long as possible.”

Spencer was so in love with his family he felt like he was floating, laughing and smiling all meal long as they shared facts back and forth about their lives. Getting to know each other more and more as the seconds passed, he imagined it would be like this forever. She was like a bottomless pit of information, facts, stories and secrets. He loved every single one she shared with him.

She poured herself a second small glass of wine, “you know they say that one glass of wine every once in a while is actually good for the baby?”

“It doesn’t work that fast,” he reminded her, more like he reminded himself. He didn’t want to hope in the chance it didn’t happen right away.

“I had a nightmare last night for the first time in a long time, so I think it worked,” she teased him. “I won't know till June 10th, that's when my next period would be.”

“Nightmare?” It was the only part he picked up on, worried for her and wondering why she didn’t wake him up.

She nodded softly, “I found out I was pregnant and you never came home, and I got lost in the forest looking for you and then I remembered I could wake up.”

He rests his hand on her knee, rubbing his thumb against her bare skin softly, “I’m always coming home to you.”

“I know, when I got pregnant with Amoreena I had bad dreams in the first few weeks too, mostly about giving birth to nothing and being alone all over again, the subconscious and pregnancy hormones are mean as fuck when they hang out,” she laughed away the pain, “I know none of it is real.”

“Good,” he whispered, not knowing what really to say, he wasn’t used to soothing other people yet. Most people didn’t want his facts or concernment when something happened, just a hug normally.

She took a deep breath, pushing everything away, “good news, either my anxiety disorder is back in full swing or something’s working in here,” she laid her hand over her stomach, “either way, I’d like to try again tonight?”

He laughed, “we don’t need to make a baby every time you want to have sex?”

She got onto her knees then, crawling over the blanket and sitting right in Spencer's lap with her hands on both of his cheeks, “I want all your babies.”

He held her waist, pulling her in closer to his chest, “right now?”

She nodded, moving her dress out of the way to undo his belt, “no one is here right? It’s not like anyone would know?”

“Mhmm,” he agreed, kissing her neck as she unzipped his pants, moving his underwear out of the way just enough to free his hardening cock, she stroked it right there in the middle of the garden, staring down between their bodies in awe as he came to life.

Sitting up on her knees more, the slit of her dress made it a lot easier for her to show him her underwear. She was wearing just a thong, perfect for pulling to the side as she lowered herself onto him, ever so slowly.

She fixed her dress around them, completely calm and composed as he was fully inside of her, “you’re okay with this?”

He huffed a laugh out of his nose, dropping his forehead to her shoulder so he couldn’t buck into her and ruin the moment she was making, his hands moving to her hips, guiding her back and off him slightly before back down again, making her gasp.

“I thought you wanted to read?” She teased him as she started to ride him more, moving her hips in a way that took him in and out of her at just the right angle, her hands on his shoulders as she bounced on him lightly, he couldn’t even think straight. “Go on, read to me.”

He took a second to remember the words, mind totally somewhere else and not interested in a book at all when her boobs were right in his face.

“I am come of a race noted for vigor of fancy and ardor of passion,” the first sentence slipped past his lips as she kept going, he took a moment to kiss right under her ear before continuing.

“Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence—whether much that is glorious—whether all that is profound—does not spring from disease of thought—from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect.”

“Shit,” she moaned, pushing his hand down towards her clit, “you can multitask, smartie pants.”

His thumb was on a mission then, rubbing small circles against her pleasure point, she tossed her head back with her eyes closed as she continued to ride him, “I don’t hear you reading?”

He moaned softly in her ear at the feeling, and the fact she wanted to get off to hearing him recite something from memory, it was more euphoric than he could have ever imagined.

“They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. In their gray visions they obtain glimpses of eternity, and thrill, in ah- awakening, fuck,” he was trying his best to stay as composed as she was when he really just wanted to lay her against the blanket and fuck her into next week.

“to find that they have been upon the verge of the great secret,” Y/N whispered the end of the sentence, grinding down on him harder than before.

“In snatches, they learn something of the wisdom which is of good,” she whispered into his ear, biting his earlobe softly with a moan and he kept rubbing her clit, “you’re so good, Spencer, so so good," she paused to enjoy the moment before whispering in his ear once more, "And more of the mere knowledge which is of evil. They penetrate, however, rudderless or compass-less into the vast ocean of the "light ineffable," and again, like the adventures of the Nubian geographer, "agressi sunt mare tenebrarum, quid in eo esset exploraturi.”

Her words softer than ever and they were never going to get to the end of this poem, he'd never know how the rest of the words sound on her tongue, she pulled him into a kiss then, moaning into his mouth as they ground against each other, finding a perfect rhythm to bring them to the end.

“There, yes, fuck,” she whispered against his lips, pushing against him as she arched her back slightly, slipping away from his mouth as she did so.

He slammed into her then as he chased her lips, making her whimper one last time before she was shaking in his lap, her legs quivering as she finished on him, sending him over the edge and stilling as he came with a shudder. He held her so close, both of them breathing into each other's mouths as they came down, kissing and smiling as they stayed connected.

“We’ll name her Eleonora,” Y/N teased, pulling off him and laying back against the blanket.

He made sure her underwear was back in the right spot before covering her with her dress again and sliding himself back into his underwear.

“Amoreena and Eleonora have a good ring to it, we just need 10 more names,” he teased right back.

“Hopefully we have a little boy one day too,” she smiled as she tugged him down beside her, cuddling into her side as they stared up at the newly dark blue sky and the array of stars that decided to join them this evening.

“Even if it’s just Amoreena, I’ve never been happier in my whole life than when I’m with you,” he whispered. “Thank you.”

“For what?” She asked, purely to keep hearing his voice.

“Making me want to get up in the morning again, giving me a reason not to buy drugs for something euphoric to happen to me, showing me real love and proof that happiness is possible if you just chose to be happy,” he gave example after example.

“I thought I learned everything the world had to offer, but you’ve been showing me new little life hacks that make the world so much better, I see a future of bright colours and happiness and laughter for the first time ever, so thank you.”

She held him closer, “it’s been a pleasure falling in love with you, together, you deserve to love yourself. You’re so wonderful Spencer, it breaks my heart to know that anyone has ever made you feel the opposite.”

He couldn’t speak anymore, turning to kiss her neck and cheek so he had something to do that wasn’t crying. He loved her so incredibly deeply that he felt like he was an anchor, dropping to the bottom of her deepest ocean, without a single plan to leave.

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PAIRING, BAGELS, REPEAT

— HYMN OF THE LOVESICK ; PART 5 / ?

( gif from this beautiful gifset by @knightwayne )

PAIRING: Bruce Wayne x reader

WORD COUNT: 2k

SUMMARY: Alfred definitely knows something about Bruce that you’re not willing to think about and Bruce has an epiphany that changes the way he sees you.

A/N: Guess who forgot which day pbr is usually posted? This idiot here. God, I’m sorry and this chapter can be boring. Next chapter will have a lot more going on, I promise. Also, this might end in the next chapter or two. Enjoy, folks.

WARNINGS: Kinda dramatic because I’m dramatic.

MASTERLIST ; MASTERPOST

Driving through the Wayne estate gives you a sense of much-needed peace. The never-ending tunnel with walls of identical colossal pine trees as you faintly hum to Aretha Franklin over the low whirring of the running engine. It’s a quarter to noon, and the sun doesn’t seem to shine in the city of Gotham—clouds of grey constantly shield its optimum shine, only to ever allow rays to seep through the gaps in the moving Autumn wind. You don’t mind it and you never did, growing up in the city left clouds unnoticed to you unless it signified the arrival of a thunderstorm. Weather and nature are the least of your concerns but you would appreciate it now and then.

The tunnel of trees comes to an end as a clearing of extensive fields emerges into view. What is left of the Wayne Manor still stands with ostentation, despite its skeleton along with its dignity rotting away to be eventually consumed by mother nature herself. There’s a sense of eeriness to it; you find it odd how a building could seem so alive at times, like it's watching you, despite its apparent decay.

You turn your head away and focus on the road.

A glance at your hand on the wheel, you’re reminded of last night, when his hands held yours—it burns at the mere thought of his gentle touch. And the drive home, silent with the occasional glances and small smiles. You recall how the passing streetlights cascade hues of orange on his wearied expression and how his eyes were bright when they flit to your figure in the passenger seat for just a moment. Something must have changed between the two of you, but you can’t quite tell what. Maybe it’s your undying love for Bruce. Maybe he feels the same way. You snort to yourself, alone in your car, one can only dream but it doesn’t mean they all come true. Bruce may love but he doesn’t commit. You can’t commit too. Now, you’re starting to believe you’ve been lying to yourself.

The glasshouse comes into view as you steer around the bending road and into the driveway. It contradicts everything the manor was but only shared its sense of glory. You like the glasshouse, less deafening and structured with the purpose of bareness and vulnerability but its dark furnishings keep it grounded and secure. Its sense of balance tricks your mind into thinking you’re stable. His car is still around, parked by the porch but you don’t see him, ambling around the household.

Switching off the ignition, you snatch the paper bag from the passenger seat and clamber out of the car. Darker clouds begin rolling from afar, your hair flying in the strong wind. A storm is coming, you’re sure of it. One of the rare times it rains during the season. You dread the thought of having to drive back into the city and across Westward Bridge. Driving over bridges built over the water in the rain scares the heck out of you.

As you swing the car door to a close, you hear the shuffling of feet amongst leaves behind you. Alfred, with a barrel of chopped wood—stocking up for the winter. There’s a glimmer of amusement in his eyes albeit startled by your sudden presence. He mentions your name with endearment; you greet him with a small smile. You always liked Alfred. You enjoyed his company.

“What a pleasant surprise seeing you here,” he says, pushing the barrel aside as he nears you. “I’m afraid you just missed Bruce. He left for Metropolis an hour ago—duty calls.”

You nod, ignoring the clench in your heart. He hadn’t told you anything but frankly, you weren’t expecting him to anyway.

“Well, I just came by to drop off this,” You lift the paper bag, swaying it a little within your grasp. “As a thank you gift, you know.” Alfred smiles at this, gestures towards the house in a beckoning manner. “Come on in, I’ll make you some tea.” Before you could even protest, he’s gently guiding you to the door by the shoulder. It’s hard to say no to Alfred, especially when he offers tea.

Your mind wonders as you watch the drizzle of rain form ripples in the lake. You sit on a chair with a contemporary structure to it; it digs into your lower back, due to your bad posture. Uncomfortable but nice-looking and great armrests. Contradicts everything a chair should be. Alfred emerges from the kitchen with a black ceramic mug in hand, steam from the brewed tea lingering above it. He holds an identical mug, for himself. With two hands, you clasp onto the mug with acceptance, a radiant appreciative smile upon your lips. “Thank you, Mr. Pennyworth.” Alfred shoots you a look of disdain, “I’ve told you many times, Alfred is fine.” Taking a sip, you shake your head, a smile still lingering. “No way. I have too much respect for you to call you by your first name.” Alfred mirrors you, settling for the chair to your right, swiftly sliding the scatter of papers to the corner of the table. You find it easy to fall into a natural conversation with the older man—the two of you are mutuals after all of a certain billionaire. Yet, Alfred is more of a father figure, having practically raised Bruce and you, well, it’s complicated. It always is. You don’t know where you stand in his life, and you're not sure if you want to know.

“Anyway, where have you been? I haven’t seen you in weeks.” It’s true. The usual sight of the butler sauntering around the glasshouse or somewhere in the Wayne Estate was absent during the last two weeks. Alfred is always around, his disappearance was glaring, impossible to go unnoticed.

He shifts in his seat, placing his mug on the table, teaspoon moving with a soft clang. “I was visiting family back in England. I appreciate that you have noticed my absence,” An eyebrow raises, your laugh comes out more like a huff. “Always, Mr. Pennyworth.”

Family. Mother. Dinner—you remember the dinner with your mother on Sunday night, and you’re the host. The host hasn't decided on the menu for tomorrow’s meal. Oh God, it’s tomorrow. Procrastination is your friend but your family’s expectations for you aren't. If you pop enough wine bottles, maybe she'll be too drunk to be disappointed by the end of the night.

And the wedding. The mere thought makes you sick. You don’t want to bring a date, but you don’t want to be alone. Weddings, love, couples—it makes you tick. It’s a glaring reminder of how your love life is an absolute disaster and your inability to maintain relationships. It’s hopeless, you’ll die a spinster and everyone lives happily ever after.

“Are you alright?”

It’s funny how those three words have been the most frequent words you would hear from those around you. You appreciate the concern, really, but you can’t help but feel there’s a stronger and deeper meaning to those words. It’s a question of assurance, a reality check, and a realization that you might be broken. Everyone is broken—in their own ways.

Although you seem reserved to some people, your tendency to open up about your issues to those close to you contradicts that though you instantly regret it. Especially when people tell you to change. You hate change. It’s terrifying.

You pause, suddenly feeling...fidgety. Yet, in the words of Bruce: In Alfred, you trust.

Remember, keep it light. You don’t want to haul all this luggage of yours onto an aging man. He’s already got Bruce’s luggage.

“My cousin’s getting married in two weeks and,” you sigh, he listens intently. “And as pathetic as this sounds, I really don’t want to go to it alone.”

Your words are direct, straightforward and you sound like a whiny teenager or the main character in a Wattpad story but truth be told, there’s an underlying meaning to it and you know, Alfred knows it. You just don’t want to admit it.

He takes a beat, assessing your sentence like he’s a therapist, wanting to select his words carefully. “Well, I don’t think you’re pathetic. It’s...understandable,” he flashes you a pointed look and you find yourself straightening your back. “Why don’t you ask Bruce?”

Your brain must have short-circuited at that moment.

Oh, hell no. Not in a million years.

You’re shaking your head, laughing nervously. “No, no. No. Never. I couldn’t possibly ask him to do that. He’s already done so much for me—”

“You’ve done a lot for him too.”

A pause, words stuck in your throat. You just look at Alfred through confused eyes. You’re not sure what that means. He’s staring at you with a knowing look. You sigh, shaking your head in denial once more. “No, that’s...that’s not true.”

It’s almost infuriating how stubborn you can be sometimes that it’s even irritating yourself. You’re staring at your fingers, playing with the tag attached to the teabag by a thread. As far as you’re concerned, Bruce is...the greatest friend you’ve ever had. Through thick and thin, he’s been there for you. He’s always there. It’s partly the reason why you have fallen for him in the first place. Hard. He’s easy to love when he wears his heart on his sleeve. It’s rare but it’s beautiful. You almost feel ashamed to be allowed to see him in that light.

“Bruce will do just about anything for you,” Alfred says calmly as he watches you avoid eye contact. “And I know, you’ll do the same for him.” You throw your eyes at the older man as he cops you a look. Your heart is beating so fast, so thunderous, you hear it in your ears. He’s right and you know it. That accidental kiss to your forehead on the night you asked him to come for the play comes back to mind in a flash. It feels like a mark on your forehead, it feels like it’s burning.

“Would you like a scone with that?” He’s pointing to your tea and with that, he’s off to the kitchen once more, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

It’s late—a quarter to four in the morning. He spends most of his nights in the Batcave, hidden away from all the sounds and tumult of the world, shrouded in the darkness as the light of the computer screen cascades on his tired eyes. He ambles through the glasshouse, weary feet against hardwood floors, body begging to lay on grey sheets though he dreads a vacant bed.

He strains his eyes peering into the gloom when he perceives a paper bag, sitting idly on the table by the window. Nearing it, there’s a yellow post-it note stuck onto the bag and under the gentle light from the moon that reflects against the lake, he can make out words written on it.

It’s from you.

Thanks for coming to the play. I would have bought you something else, but I’m really broke. Sorry. I owe you one.

A drawn heart follows it. It’s tiny. His chest feels warm.

He should have recognized the paper bag because inside, there are four bagels. Four Asiago bagels. He laughs, it comes out more like a puff of hot air, feeling the warmth that resides in his chest spreading throughout his body.

Then, it hits him like a bullet to the heart. The impact is strong, powerful. Your impact on him is strong, powerful. There’s no mystery to his feelings for you but at this moment, he’s completely certain. For the first time in life.

He loves you.

Bruce staggers into the chair, hand carding back the strands of his hair. He can’t keep doing this to you. Whatever the hell is going on. Your friendship, the...stupid agreement. He wants none of it because it feels like he’s constantly going around in circles.

But what do you really want, Bruce?

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#bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader #batman #batman x reader #bruce wayne imagine #batman imagine #bruce wayne x you #batman x you #alfred pennyworth #justice league

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tickly-trashcan · 4 years ago

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Oh my gosh yay prompts are open!!!! I’d love something that involves ticklish Ray and lers Emma and Norman! For prompt numbers I’ll give you 5 and 13 from prompt list A, and 8 and 27 from prompt list B. Maybe Ray is being too serious so Emma and Norman decide to tickle the heck out of him. Ticklish Ray is just so 🥺💖💖💖💖💖👏👏👏 I can’t I love him!! Hope you’re having a great week so far and have a great night!

Why So Serious? {Norman, Ray, and Emma}

A/N: back at it again with the gifs! they’re so cute, i love themmmm also thank you so so much for the request, I’m so excited to finally write a fic for tpn! I love Ray sm, he definitely deserves a lot of tickles! i feel like this one is a bit sloppy, i just got really excited writing for it nfdjd sorry about that. anyways, I hope you enjoy this one~!

Summary: Ray, Emma, and Norman have been plotting to escape the orphanage with the other children. But when Ray’s been acting too serious about it, Emma and Norman decide to teach him a lesson.

Word Count: 1.4k (under the cut)

“Ray, would you get your nose out of that book already?” Emma whined, laying on her tummy across from Ray, her head propped up on her elbows as she kicked her legs, bored.

“I need to see if there’s anything important in here to help us escape, Emma. This is a book from Minerva,” Ray said, flipping another page, completely ignoring Emma and Norman.

Emma pouted and looked over at Norman, who shrugged. She sighed, rolling onto her back as she looked up at the blue sky, clouds flying by overhead.

They had been planning their escape from the orphanage for a while now, but they were still trying to figure out what exactly the books left by William Minerva meant. They hadn’t made much progress in that regard, but they felt like they were at least getting a little bit closer.

Ray continued to scan the book, flipping the pages slowly and inspecting every inch of it that he could find. He sighed when he didn’t find anything interesting or that stood out on that page, and quickly turned to the next one, holding it close to his face in case he missed anything.

“You should put the book down, you’ve been reading for hours now,” Norman finally piped in, sitting next to Ray. He leaned over and looked at what Ray was reading, Ray finally looking up from the book to glance at Norman.

“Can I see it?” He asked, and Ray handed him the book, leaning back against the tree as he crossed his arms. Emma crawled over and peeked at the book as well, but quickly turned her attention back to Ray, pouting her lip out as she shoved his knee.

“You’re being too serious! It’s important that we escape, but we can’t let Mama find out. If you keep acting like you are she might figure out we’re up to something!”

“I’m acting like I normally do,” Ray said simply, glancing back at the book. He gestured for it and Norman handed it back after scanning the pages, Ray quickly going back to reading it.

Norman looked over at Emma who still looked pensive, and Norman sighed.

“Emma’s right, you’re acting way too serious,” Norman said, quietly sneaking up next to Ray, who was still leaning against the tree, completely absorbed in the book.

“What am I supposed to do, act like a total goofball like Emma?”

“Hey!”

Norman chuckled and Emma glared at him, Norman quickly halting his chuckles. They all sat in silence for a few moments, the only sound was the occasional turn of a page from the book. The other children from the orphanage ran around near them, laughing and having a fun time, completely unaware of the reality of their situation.

An idea creeped into Norman’s head after a while, and he grinned. He looked at Ray, who was nose-deep in the book and then looked at Emma, waving slightly to get her attention. Emma looked at Norman with curiosity as he gestured to Ray.

“Follow my lead,” He said, and Ray looked up from the book to glance over at Norman, who quickly pounced on the dark-haired boy, the book flying in the other direction.

“What - Hey, what are you doing!?”

They wrestled for a moment, Emma watching from the side, frantic and concerned at Norman’s sudden attack on Ray. She was surprised, however, when Ray’s laughter suddenly echoed around them.

She finally realized exactly what Norman was doing and her face lit up. Ray squirmed beneath Norman, who had his arms pinned to his chest as he scribbled his fingers up Ray’s sides, making him shriek with uncharacteristically loud laughter.

“N-Normahahahahahan! Stop it!” He wailed, squeaking when Emma ran over and latched her hands on his hips.

“Ehehehehehehemma!”

Ray covered his face in embarrassment, he would never get used to being tickled by his family. Norman snuck his hand under Ray’s arm, making him squeak.

“Stop covering your face!” Emma said, shoving one of her hands underneath Ray’s arm as well, her and Norman successfully making him bring his hands down as he tried to get their mischievous hands away from one of his worst spots.

They pulled away from Ray’s underarms, now going after new spots as Ray tried to keep both of them from tickling him, but to no avail.

“This is what happens when you’re too serious! Tickle tickle!” Emma teased, squeezing Ray’s hips as Norman danced his along Ray’s ribs. Ray clamped his arms down and tried to swat at Emma’s hands, but he could only do so much to protect himself against his ticklers.

Norman and Emma laughed along with Ray, it was always fun to see how sensitive he was to tickling. He was easily the most ticklish out of the three, and once they had discovered that, tickle attacks and tickle fights had become rather common between the trio. Ray was often the main victim of tickle attacks, much to his dismay.

Some of the other kids began to gather around at the sound of Ray’s almost yelling laughter as it echoed throughout the whole area.

“We’ll stop if you promise to get your nose out of that stupid book, right Emma?”

“Yup!”

“I-It’s not stuhuhuhuhuhupid! It’s importahahahahahant!” Ray wailed.

“Hey Ray, what happens when I tickle you… here?” Norman asked, fluttering his fingers against Ray’s neck, making him squeal and scrunch up his shoulders, Norman laughing along with Ray.

“Oh wow, you’re super ticklish here!” Norman teased, smiling widely as Ray shrieked, his face bright red from laughing and embarrassment.

Norman used his other hand to dig under Ray’s arm, making him clamp his arms down as Emma skittered her fingers all over his tummy. Ray arched his back as he cackled madly, squirming from side to side as he tried to fend off the horrible sensations.

“Geez, Ray seems more ticklish than last time,” Emma said, and Ray kicked his leg as she squeezed his knee.

“N-Nohohohot as much as y-you! Dihihihihihimwit!” Ray said, still cackling.

Emma gasped offendedly and Norman clicked his tongue, burying both hands under Ray’s arms again as Ray arched his back, squealing.

“Now now, Ray… You’re awfully cocky for someone who’s so ticklish. Especially considering what position you’re in right now~” Norman teased, wiggling his fingers around in an agonizingly ticklish way as Ray could do nothing but laugh, so hysterical at this point that he couldn’t even get a word out.

Emma pouted, still mad that Ray had called her a dimwit and she glanced towards his flailing legs. An idea popped into her head as she grinned, quickly running over to Ray’s legs.

“Dohohohohohon’t you dahahare! Emma!” Ray yelled, kicking his legs around and almost kicking Emma in the face. She dodged quickly and grabbed his ankles, sitting down on his shins.

“Hey Ray, I heard you liked eggs for breakfast!” She said, confusing both Ray and Norman.

“Whahahahahat the hehehehell do you m-mean?”

Emma balled up her fist and tapped his against Ray’s kneecap, then spread her fingers out slowly and ticklishly across. Ray tried to kick his legs around to avoid the tickles coming from Emma, but it was impossible with her sitting on his legs.

She squeezed the upper part of his knees now, and Ray just bucked as much as he could without hurting Emma. Norman continued to tickle Ray as well, skittering his fingers across his neck and then darting back under his arms, always keeping him guessing with a few occasional rib tickles or tummy pokes.

Ray’s face was bright red now, and tears were starting to prickle to corners of his eyes. His voice was almost hoarse from laughing, and some of the other orphanage kids were cheering around them as they watched Ray get tickled to pieces.

“Get him, Emma!” Don yelled as he walked by with Gilda, who looked over at the trio, obviously concerned. However, she continued on with Don, a few of the other children tagging along behind them as they went off to play a game.

Ray was embarrassed beyond belief. Here he was, getting the snot tickled out of him by his best friends in front of the other kids… He was never gonna live this one down.

Ray’s laughter eventually went silent and a tear was trickling down his cheek by the time Norman realized that they probably needed to stop.

“Emma, I think he’s had enough,” Norman said, quickly stopping his tickling. Ray continued to shake with laughter, as Emma kept scribbling under his knee.

“Emma,” Norman said, louder this time and Emma immediately halted, noticing the state Ray was in. She chuckled nervously as she got off his legs, crawling over next to Norman as they watched Ray panting.

“I-I hahahate you guys,” He said, some residual giggles still escaping his lips. Emma and Norman looked at each other and giggled.

“We love you too Ray.”

#norman #emma #ray #the promised neverland #tickle fic #veryblushyswitch

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franeridart · 4 years ago

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Anon said: [Spoilers for non-manga readers] opinion on Baku's hero name?

Very Bakugou, honestly don’t mind it at all! Mostly just surprised it’s, like, legal in the bnha universe for heroes to call themselves stuff like explodo-kills (and also that there isn’t a character limit for hero names??) but that Bakugou would stick with it is pretty damn in character for him so I like it xD still, I’ll probably just call him Dynamight if I’ll ever need to use his hero name lmao

Anon said: not to be the most romantic sap but uh just a kiss by lady a is killin me

Nothing sappy about letting romantic songs get to you!!!! I say, as I’m constantly crying over romantic songs so this mindset benefits me as well lol

Anon said: i may or may not have stumbled across some of your older kiribaku art, the stuff with akane, and she's the best child oc tbh. i actually like her and i tend to not be a fan of child ocs but she's just the cutest darn thing 🥰

I’m so glad you like her!!!!! She was a lot of fun, what a good gremlin ;;;

Anon said: uve heard of dragon!kiri w his hair spikes up, now get ready for dragon!kiri w his hair dowm lookin like the softest boy

AW HECK I think I’ve drawn him in the past, actually!!!! Spike-haired Kiri will forever be my fav Kiri, but there’s just something about hair down Kiri isn’t it!! What a cute boy ;;;; all sharp edges and soft curves, what a lovely sight

Anon said: can i just say your itafushi art is so cute? these two already make me feel and then your art just (つω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

THANK YOU SO MUCH I really need to draw them more, don’t I! goge kinda monopolized my attention there, but the way itafushi makes me feel..........boy the way they make me feel ;;;;

Anon said: good day, poké au thought: 12 y/o bakugo somehow catches a dreepy as like his 2nd pokemon and never questions it

WHY NOT WHY NOT I have a whole team in my mind for the boy tbh but dreepy is so cute ;;;; and anyway, I like my poke!bakugou with as many dragon types as he could possibly get his hands on hahaha

Anon said: Please know that, amongst other factors, you were one of the maon reasons I stsrted Jujutsu Kaisen two days ago and there isnothing more to say except thank you and I'm absolutely in debt with you for that, thank you so much 😍

I’m so so SO glad you’re liking it!!!!!! It can get kinda heavy but it’s such a great story.... honestly I’d been wanting to start it since I saw the first pv for the anime all the way back last year but I was like, you know it’s a mappa anime! so I wanted to watch the anime as a new thing, cause I love mappa, but three episodes in I couldn’t hold back and just binged it. It’s kind of story that just makes you wanna drink it all in one go, isn’t it? so good so good

Anon said: makeup artist kirishima and model bakugo or makeup artist bakugo and model kirishima? :0c

Hmmmmmmmmmmmm can’t say I see either of them much into fashion tbh, but if I had to pick probably model Kiri and artist Baku? I just don’t think Baku would be able to stay still enough to get photographed, and he wouldn’t like the photographer bossing him around anyway, and catwalks would be impossible for him to stomach imho, he’s too restless for it! At least it’s the way I see it haha

Anon said: fdgdhdkfhdafs i had a thought, what if bakugo prefers dogs and kirishima prefers cats and when they meet each other and become friends it's like, "oh." because they have some striking similarities to their fave animals

That’s been my headcanon for a while now, actually!! I think for me it came from two characters in a manga I like that are a lot like a dog and a cat but have inverted fav animals and when I read about that I was like “oh, right, makes sense since they like each other” and then my brain turned it krbk because when does it not lmao

Anon said: your art is the soothing balm to my soul recently, thank you for posting so much beautiful content. i hope you have a lovely week. ♡

sob thank you so much, I’m glad my doodling can help you feel better ;; <3

Anon said: Friendly reminder anon from last time: that post I left last time I had only eaten 7 gingersnaps that day and hadn’t drank any water. So that encouraged me to actually self care. Thank you.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! well I hope you’re taking care of yourself today too! And as fair trade, I’ll do the same myself! <3

Anon said: Hi! I'm an artist and I'm thinking of making a sideblog for my art. Do you have any tips?

Ah man, I’m sorry but I’m not the best person to ask this to! I started this sideblog cause I had too many followers on my main and I didn’t want my stuff to be seen by that many people at first, so whatever I did probably isn’t what you’re looking for :( but really there isn’t much to it, just post whatever you like to draw, tag it as best as you can (but remember that only the first five tags appear in the search page) and be patient, since whatever you do at first you won’t get much attention anyway - the only real advice I can give is to draw something that makes you happy and that you’d draw anyway even if no one were to see it, it’ll make keep posting despite a possible lack of activity a lot easier!

Anon said: Your goge art🥺🥺

I just love them so much ( TT’’’TT)9

Anon said: how the fuck have i not been following you? I remember seeing your bakushima art in the bnha tag and always thinking it's so cute. Now you're into JJK too??? and the satosugu art??? fuckin, diabetes incarnate. I love it. I love you. Your art 10/10. I'm tired lmao.

WELL thank you for the follow!! And for thinking my stuff is cute!!!!! I do my best with that, I want all the soft things for my favs 😌

Anon said: Are you gonna draw Gojou/Getou comic?? 👉🏻👈🏻 WOULD LOVE TO READ IT

you mean an actual doujin? I don’t think I will, sorry! I’m really no good at long projects orz but thank you so much for wishing to read something like that from me!!! ;A;

Anon said: Hello! YOUR ART IS SO FREAKING GORGEOUSSSS!!! I love them so much!! If I may ask you one question. Between Getou amd Gojou, who do you see as top/bottom? Just curious

THANK YOU!!!!! And I honestly don’t care as long as they’re happy and together!!! please let them be happy and together 🙏🙏🙏

Anon said: i want you to know!!! i followed you for your kiribaku art but!!! i love your art so much that idc what you post because it's all just!!!! incredible and wonderful and stunning!!!

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!!!! this means a lot to me so seriously thank you so much!!!!

Anon said: d'you think bakugo has like headaches or migraines after training or battles because of how loud his quirk is? like, i listen to music slightly too loud and my head is sending me to hell. (unless you go with the hoh hc which is also 👌)

I like to think Baku’s body is attuned enough to his own quirk that he wouldn’t get drawbacks of the kind tbh, though that wouldn’t be a bad thought for when he just starts to increase the output/width and strength of his explosions............ well, I myself suffer from chronic headaches and migraines so I’m always up for projecting on my favs ngl lmao

Anon said: so like... dragon kirishima's eyes glow right? like, if we equate his dragon-ness to unbreakable his eyes glow? they also glow when he's half shifted? honestly i just live glowing eyes

Oh hell yeah I’m all for that, definitely definitely, I love glowing eyes with my whole heart and Kiri’s eyes in unbreakable are just so!!!!!! NGH *chef kiss* the more of unbreakable there is in his dragon form the happier I am ( TT^TT)9

Anon said: me, scrolling through your blog: ah shit guess im gonna have to start watching jjk

!!!!! hope it won’t hurt you too much, anon!!

Anon said: dragon!kiri and bakugo having a tug-of-war match over a piece of meat. both have it in their mouths. both are determined to win.

Kiri is turned into his dragon form and Baku still wins, hell yeah

Anon said: your satosugu is top tier!! it's hard to find stuff for them that isn't straight up angst so your art has been super cool and also very very cute!! (tho if you went with angst, it wouldn't be a bad thing obviously)

AH I’m so happy to hear you like them!!!! but also happy you wouldn’t mind angst, as I do like them the best happy and soft but my brain, my brain has been throwing sads my way for a while now 👀 I got some ideas

Anon said: What program/device do you use??

Easy Paint Tool SAI and a wacom intuos!! Though I got myself an ipad+procreate just yesterday and I’ve been messing around with it, let’s see how that one goes!

Anon said: *inahles* i am simping for mohawk man please tell me everything about your ocs immediately or i will detonate

THANK YOU FOR LIKING HIM HE’S CALLED DAVIDE Dav for short, he’s a cat of a man and a music instrument enthusiast (mostly string ones, but he’s very good with the piano as well) - he works in a music instruments store, and he’s a uni student majoring in philosphy! He doesn’t like bothersome things, he isn’t very good at taking anything seriously or putting effort in stuff, but he’s very chill to spend time with and generally a nice chat both if you want mindless thoughts or deep conversations (he’s a philosophy major after all). He can’t sing for shit, he’s got two cats (tago and schelly!), and he just wants a quiet life to laze around but all his friends are hurricanes in human bodies, but then again, he picked them himself so he can’t complain. He’s a good boy!! I’m planning a comic for him and his boy Ross >:]

#fran answers #SORRY FOR THE DELAY #i wish i could say i was busy but actually i just got distracted #ah also #jjk spoilers #cause my sis has a habit of readin my asks and she can't know about the otp just yet #lol #is the readmore for this showing? this is pretty damn long....#long post #just to be sure

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shadow--writer · 4 years ago

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Requests are Open!

*banging pots and pans but it’s to the tune of happy birthday* guess what bitches it’s my birthday. Fuck n*x h*dra and all that jazz, requests are open again

If you didn’t see yours answered from the last round it’s just because it’s been sitting in my inbox due to no motivation lmao. I promise I’m getting to them, at a snail's pace but getting to them.

Now, I’m gonna expand on my rules a little bit. Of course these are subjected to change and I will reblog the changes when I make them.

PLEASE BE SPECIFIC. There was this one headcanon thing I really wanted to do (about the MC’s family) but it wasn’t specific enough and it was too much work for me to do to make it fit with everyone. If you want a headcanon specific to you and your MC (no names, will be gender neutral unless asked for) then ask it! I am totally okay with doing that

Look I’ll reiterate but smaller: if you have stuff you want written about something specific with your MC I will do that

I take forever to write so please keep in mind I write as I have inspiration and motivation. Be patient with me lol

Being passive aggressive will lead to me deleting the ask. I had this happen once and now they are all gone, so do not be that person

I am LIMITING it to THREE CHARACTERS MAX. I am so sorry but doing all the main six + other characters is super time consuming and really hard for me since I tend to write long stuff. If you see a headcanon you like with three characters and want another three, feel free to ask!

Aka if you say main six i’ll pick my top three favs. All of the main six is grating since I write like I’m running outta air

OH YEAH.

I will do headcanons for Fictif’s LAST LEGACY (more fantasy and I adore the characters. It’s written well and fun!)

If you want a fic be specific with what you want. Can you see a pattern here? If you aren’t specific then I will not do it because I don’t like reaching in the dark. Not fun for me or the asker if I didn’t really do what they wanted

I will write:

Main six + familiars

Headcanons and fics with Sage, Anisa, and Felix

Platonic headcanons/fics

Romanic headcanons/fics

Gore and violence (major character death as well and they will be tagged as such as well as under cuts.)

Will write in game ships (i.e. Nadia x Portia, Asra x Muriel, Julian x Asra, etc etc etc)

Mild jealousy. Nothing overboard, but something like a character’s reaction to their partner being flirted with or somethin

I will write stuff for Valerius now! He’s a bitch but lowkey really fun character. They might be a bit shorter as I’m still working on him. Courtier content won’t make itself

COUTRIER REQUESTS OPEN AS WELL! Romantic or platonic (I feel like I can tackle some of em!)

Platonic stuff for other side characters (i.e. Nadia’s sisters)

I WILL WRITE AU’s. Western? I’m all over that. Specific modern au you want to see? Heck yeah, send em over!

I will do Poly stuff now! I’m sorry I couldn’t do it before, I am not poly and I don’t want to write something I am not familiar with. I asked around and did research into it. Don’t want to get it wrong ya feel? But now I will write it. Just be specific with who!

Won’t write:

Sexual nsfw (haaaaa a beast I am not ready to even think about trying just yet lmao)

Possessive jealousy/yandere type stuff. It makes me personally uncomfortable.

Most side characters for romantic headcanons. I will do platonic stuff (depending on the character, still need a handle on some of them)

Rape, underage, cheating. Anything like that. Those WILL get deleted.

(please note that I will delete asks that I do not want to answer without telling anyone to save myself the headache. My reasoning behind not answering asks is mine alone and I’ve learned I don’t have to defend myself if I am not personally able to answer some because of what the ask wants from me or if it makes me uncomfortable. Follow my rules please and thanks)

(I also take asks for my OC Maeve but I doubt people will ask so here’s a tiny notice)

Ask away! I prolly will close these and reopening them here or there to clear out inbox. Just check my little notices and posts to see if they’re open or not. I won’t close or open them without warning.

#the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana headcanons #requests be open #fictif last legacy #last legacy #fictif headcanons #my rules!

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niyes-lahiffe · 5 years ago

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i am very much in a Djwifi Mood rn and you seem like the type of person to know djwifi fics so this is random but do you have any recommendations?

ALRIGHT ANON i’m gonna go all out on this one (and sorry for taking forever to respond sdjhskjgdh)

also these are (mostly) fics that i have READ and ive still got some in my to read so i’ll update this as i go :D

DJWIFI FIC MASTERLIST

to start, most of the things IVE written are djwifi (of course lmao)! just look through the “my fics” tag; i’ve also reblogged a bunch on my main blog @ultranimallover33 through the tag “fics”

tides also made a few recommendations you can find here and here!

Knighted by Thelastpilot (without a doubt my favorite fic tbh, written SO well, hilarious, nino and djwifi centered, princess and knight au, all the good stuff)

The Weight of Jade by Thelastpilot (haven’t read yet (for SHAME) but i already know it’s like the greatest story ever. absolutely iconic. (might wanna read Won’t Tell a Soul first tho))

Empty Chairs by Thelastpilot (good hurt/comfort based on an idea i love sO MUCH)

Butterflies by Risingmoon (definitely in my top 5 fave fics of all time it’s so SO cute)

Liveblog my Heart by sapphireluna (also very high on the fave list! it’s just!! so good!!!)

Starlit Conversations by InkJackets (another fave, i absolutely adore the perspectives and the slight angst it makes me HHHHH)

Cola Date by 3laxx (one of my absolute FAVORITES. i can read it any time and never be tired of it)

The Boy in the Green Jacket by Queen_BeeChloe (SO SO GOOD made me laugh so hard omfg)

You’re Still Here by tonguetiedcat (i adore this one omfg,, hilarious and adorable)

All’s Faire In Love And War by Kermode and RadamaZard (hilarious. excellent writing. renaissance fair!! everything amazing)

But I’m Weak by RadamaZard (my FAVORITE hurt/comfort fic i’ve read it so much and will continue to do so)

Peculiar Interests by myladyladybug (mermaid!alya befriending human nino what’s more to WANT)

kiss kiss (fall in love) by HiddenEye (one of the first ones i ever read. a hilarious classic)

Burst by melanshi (GAH i love the way this one is written. also made me ship rena x bubbler?? more likely than you think)

Kissing Booth by TiredHorse (Alya-centric, excellent djwifi at the end, funny classmate stuff. one of my faves)

How It Goes by Zaphirite (just dorks being absolute dorks)

If Only You Knew by scarslikeconstxllations (GOOD ANGST)

Operation Lovebirds by miraculous_me (yall FAKE DATING. CUTE AF ENDING. NEED I SAY MORE)

Phase Eight by miraculous_me (Operation Lovebirds sequel!! and it’s AAAAA)

Feeling The Sound by celestial_author (hilarious and so good,, made me feel things)

The Way You Smile by celestial author (SO SWEET I ALMOST GOT SICK)

I’ll Never Love Again by chatalyst (ANGSTY AF, I’LL NEVER FORGIVE U FOR THIS ANITA)

Go Back to Bed. You’re Sick. by CoffeeComicsGalore (lmao nino being a good bf and alya being a sassy sick lady it’s good stuff)

Bite Me. by Scarlet_Sea (Vampire!Alya?? HECK YEAH)

Withdrawl by Scarlet_Sea (cute phone conversations that make me squeal)

You’re Ethereal, Alya by an author that can’t be found :( (KISSES!!!)

racing through the dark by GuardianKarenTerrier (cute dorkiness that makes me ;0;;)

so this is love by pastisregret (ADORABLE CINDERELLA STORY OK)

Surprise Party by tbehartoo (hilarious and so sweet)

DjWifi FLUFF by Fandom_Trash (it is as it says, bro,, pure fluff)

i’ll be with you from dusk till dawn. by another unknown author (SO SWEET MADE ME CRY HHH)

Our Get Along Shirt by miraculousstorytelling (one of the funniest things i’ve ever read tbh)

All About Us by isyotm (collage au fluff let’s gooo!)

To Kiss or Not To Kiss? by claws-n-spots (aka nino being a giant dork, extremely good fluffy stuff)

Behind You by tinymacaroni (hhHNGHghngmhnfhghn...)

Hoodie Hoarder by PlaPla (gotta love these dorks)

For Once, Alya Let Him Be Cool by ramenrulz8P (PROPOSALLLLL)

Headphone Sharing, or How to Get a Date in a Foreign City by TakingOverMidnight3482 (gotta LOVE aus like this )

Knight in Shining Apron by 3laxx (hilarious. adorable. what else to expect from Toni’s fabulous writing?)

Late Night Talks and Forgotten Laptops by miraculart (another PROPOSALLLL +nino being an anxious bby)

A Place for Spring by yestomiraculous (written SO well and by golly the banter is amazing)

Candy by LoveGeek15 (more dorks being dorksss)

Blue Turtle by sagansjagger (slightly nsfw but SDJLGHSLDGH so funny like rip nino)

Twenty-Four Things I Love About You by HaydenFullwright (literally nino being a giant sap for 2800 words)

Trying by NotQuiteNerdy (actually havent read but ive only heard good things and i shall read it SOON)

Broken connection by cactus_con and Raging Flames by 3laxx are the ANGSTIEST stories i’ve ever read and both made me bawl uncontrollably

and ofc the christmas ones (there’s surprisingly a lot but theyre all so cute):

31 days of DJWifi by 3laxx (just a whole bunch of wholesome drabbles)

The best Christmas Present by 3laxx (SO FREAKIN CUUUTE HHNG)

Christmas Run by Their_Destinys_Writer (CUTE AF AND WRITTEN SO WELL)

DjWifi December... A Year Late by Capns_scrolls (good djwifi december fluffff)

Jingle All the Way by siderealSandman (an abolute MUST READ it’s so funny and i love the way it’s written)

He Loves Me by Thecrazydragonlady15 (aaa dorks being dorks)

Alya’s insomnia by Merricup (HHHNG CUTE FLUFF)

A Night on The Town by krzed (an incredible story that i love to read)

#asks #anon #djwifi #miraculous ladybug #alya cesaire #nino lahiffe #rena rouge #carapace #ALL THE GOOD STUFF!!!#and if there's some i missed dont be afraid to add!!!

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jeonqquk · 4 years ago

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tattooing | jjh

Pairing- Jaehyun X Reader

Genre/ Tags- fluff, crack, bi jaehyun, lucas royally fucks up, tattooing

Age rating- 13+

Word count- 2.6k words

Summary- Tattooing doesn’t go as planned.

POV- Third person

Your whining wasn’t gonna get you anywhere, you were well aware of the fact. But you supposed that you might as well give it a shot. The ‘it’ here being the fact that you really wanted Jaehyun to get a tattoo. It wasn’t that you wanted to somehow blackmail Jae into getting a tattoo. Oh god, no. You’d never want that. It was just that you had always been fond of tattoos, the meaningful ones, not the totally unnecessary, really weird looking, out of the world ones. Jaehyun with a tattoo would be fucking hot though, that was just a plus point- not the main reason as to why you wanted him to get one.

You were thinking a sweet quote or something, but that would only be possible of he was willing to get one.

“Jae, baby, what do you think about getting a tattoo?” your boyfriend of 3 years sighs, rubbing his hand on your knee that had been placed on his thigh. “I don’t know..maybe later. Why are you so intent on me getting a tattoo though?” he wiggles his eyebrows, suggestively or whatever, and you look at him in confusion, trying your level best to stop the blood threatening to creep up your cheeks. You clear your throat and reply simply “I feel like a tattoo would be beautiful. Just permanently inked onto your skin. It should be something purposeful though. I don’t want you going bald and tattooing a zipper on your scalp.”

A snort is heard from him “Don’t worry, I’m not going bald. Although it’s a very tempting idea.” Rolling your eyes at his lame comment, you sit up and move over to cuddle closer to him on the couch. He wraps his left arm around you “Why don’t you get a tatto Y/n?” he questions and you look up at him in mild shock. Well, you could get a tattoo. You are of legal age and stuff but the thought had never crossed your mind. You don’t know why.

“....I could...” Jaehyun smiles, his dimples popping out and you can’t help but mirror the sweet action. “So why don’t you? We’re not even doing anything and I know for a fact that you have a lot of designs saved on your Pinterest board. Even if they were for me, you can try finding one that suits you too.”

Suddenly feeling giddy, you quickly grab your phone from the coffee table and unlock it, clicking on the app you needed. As you find the board, you see that you’ve gained 18 followers in the time span of 2 weeks. Huh.

As you scroll through the pins of small intricate designs that could be engraved onto a finger or hand, Jaehyun points out one that looked like watercolour art and was in the form of a small flower with red petals. It did look quite cute, to be honest. “Hmm, this does look nice. Won’t it look good on my collarbone?” Jaehyun nods in agreement “I was thinking that too.” Smiling up at him, you look into his eyes “Well, should I get this?” Your boyfriend chuckles at your excitement, and pats your head in adoration. “I know that you’re excited, sweetie. But don’t you wanna try looking at other designs before deciding?” Humming, you scroll a bit more as Jaehyun reads a novel. But you don’t find anything that captures your attention a lot. Sure the sweet quotes, couple tattoos and nature-related designs are great ideas for a tattoo but you were set on the one with the rose.

Jaehyun coos when you tell him that, squishing your cheeks and telling you that the two of you could go to a shop tomorrow and get design inked onto your collarbone forever.

It’s 9:28 am when you wake up from your slumber and turn to give Jaehyun who looks like he had also woken up just a few minutes ago a peck on his lips. His dimples are visible as he smiles and greets you. The two of you get up and freshen up before you’re sitting at the dining table to eat blueberry pancakes.

The clock shows that it’s 10:30 am by the time you two leave the house and head for the tattoo store you had researched last night. It takes 15 minutes to reach said shop and Jaehyun parks the car before looking at you with concern evident on his face. “Y/n, you are sure about this right?” Smiling fondly at his worry, you keep your hand on his cheek “I’m sure Jae. Don’t worry.” One kiss is enough to relax him and you pull away before you get too carried away and end up dirtying his car again. Oops.

You enter the cosy shop hand-in-hand with Jaehyun and see someone sitting at the reception wearing an oversized blue shirt. Definitely not the vibes you had expected to get from a fucking tattoo parlour but oh well. You had expected everyone to be intimidating and were ready to hide behind Jaehyun as soon as you entered. But it seems as if that wasn’t happening because all you had deciphered from the shop called Inkphoric was that it was built in a way not to scare the people who had gathered the courage to even stop foot in it.

The receptionist, she said her name was Nara, leads you both to a room in a corridor. Your hands are sweaty and thankfully she allows Jaehyun to go inside as well. When you’re seated on the chair comfortably, Jaehyun grabs a stool to sit beside you and you wait for the tattoo artist. The wait isn’t long because a minute later, a man who looks about your age is walking towards you all. His all black get-up matches the tattoos littering his arms and he also seems to have a piercing in his right ear, a silver dangling.

“Hello, I’m Lucas. I’ll be tattooing…” he introduces himself and looks between the two of you, silently asking which one of you he would be tattooing. Honestly, you would have expected him to at least know who he would be drawing on but quickly brush the thought off as you greet him, telling him that you would be the one getting the art onto her skin. He smiles cutely and nods, and you look at Jaehyun, his comforting smile relaxing your tense body.

Nara talks to Lucas for a minute or so and then walks off, shooting you an encouraging smile before closing the door behind her.

“So what is it that I’ll be tattooing onto you, ma’am?” Lucas speaks and you show him the image of the flower. Jaehyun is holding your left hand in his, the warmth seeping throughout your entire body and you’re grateful for Jae’s beautiful ability of being able to calm you down in only a matter of seconds- no matter how serious the situation would be.

“Oh, that’s very pretty.” “Thank you.” you smile at him, and he prepares his stuff. You’re pulling down the hem of your shirt slightly and exposing part of your left collarbone, where you want your collarbone.

Lucas says that he’s tracing the design out first and you wait patiently.

“Now, don’t be scared. It’s gonna hurt at first, especially at the bone but it will soon go away. You can hold your boyfriend’s hand.” he instructs and gives you an encouraging look as Jaehyun moves to your right to give Lucas space, his large hand completely enclosing yours.

“Okay, here goes…” the sound of the gun whirring to life fills the room that has tattoo designs filling the wall.

“Fuck!” your voice pierces through the air and you jolt from the sudden pain. It felt as if someone was impaling you with a sword- which was partly true- but they were doing it continuously. Jaehyun is shocked from your sudden movement and struggles to catch you in his arms. Lucas quickly tears the gun away from your neck and you whimper out, the pain searing through your entire being and Jaehyun tries shushing you, his attempts all going in vain.

Shitshitshit. This is torture. It’s only the first touch of the needle against your skin and you’re already this close to crying. How the fuck do people get those huge ass tattoos?! Trying your best to calm down and ignore the pain spreading throughout your entire being, you squeeze Jaehyun’s hand hard enough for it to pain but you don’t really care at this point, the throbbing of your collarbone enough to send you flying. He’s stood up from the stool by now, standing behind you.

“Okay..sorry sorry, you can continue.” you whisper out and clamp your lips shut so as to not let out any more weird noises. You’re sweating by the time Lucas gets the gun closer to you and bite your tongue hard enough to draw blood when the feeling of the needle pressing against your skin fills you up again.

Holy heck, I can’t do this.

Your face is an accurate representation of agony, your entire body tensing as Lucas tattoos your collarbone with his long hair slightly brushing against your neck. You try leaning your head back and lean against Jaehyun. He’s whispering soft comforting words as countless profanities leave your mouth and you feel sad for Lucas, having to hear the shit you were spewing.

“It’s alright, baby. Just think about other things, happy things.” your boyfriend pecks your cheek and hugs you lightly, trying not to disturb Lucas.

Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale inh-

“I think I just popped a boner.”

You gasp. Lucas chokes. He moves. You shriek.

“Ah, shit!” the gun’s needle scraped against your skin, it was all so sudden. The pain suddenly shoots throughout your entire body, tears filling your eyes. Nononono.

“Jesus! It’s paining too much!” you’re sobbing by now, Lucas is frantic and Jaehyun..well..he is burning. He’s too busy regretting all his choices to even notice what’s happening around him. Jaehyun bends down to fix his problem and emerges 5 minutes later, when you’re still twisting in torment. Everything is red, your lip being abused by your teeth in order to calm down.

“Y/n! Ma’am! I’m so sorry! Shit, no!” Lucas apologises and sprints over to get a cloth to wipe something you feel trickling down your chest now. Blood. You’re bleeding.

Writhing in agony in your seat, you clench your hands as if that would somehow reduce the sting, and pant, trying to relax. Your eyes are widened at an attempt of keeping it all in but the throbbing just doesn’t seem to dissipate.

Oh God…

Lucas is now carefully dabbing at the source of blood with panic written clearly all on his face. You look at Jaehyun through the ache to see that he is now coming back to reality and upon seeing your state, a gasp tears his throat and he’s looking at you with his eyes widened.

The distress prevents you from speaking properly but you manage to call out, “J-Jaehy..Jaehyun.” Said man is desperately looking between your blood gushing out and your face twisted in discomfort. He figures it out and as soon as he does, takes your whimpering form into his, murmuring endless apologies and if you could, you would stop him from saying that but the sting is still there, only lessening a tad bit.

It’s hell, trying to clean the blood away and getting it sorted out. You cried a bit during the process as well but you were perfectly entitled to do that, the gun had pierced your skin quite deep when Lucas had jolted upon hearing what Jae suddenly said.

30 minutes later, you’re hiccupping slightly and trying to breathe normally after the mad incident. Surprisingly, no one had come in during that time and you were thankful for that, not having wanted anybody to see the mess that had been caused because of Jaehyun’s unexpected confession. Speaking of which, you wince and turn around to look at him and when his eyes meet yours, ask him what he meant “What was that about you popping a boner?” the incredulity just hit you now and you wait for his response impatiently.

“Nothing babe...just forget it. I’m so sorry for saying it so randomly, though. I should’ve thought before speaking. I’m so careless.” the look on his face melts and you are about to pull him into your chest when you realise that you can’t.

The pain has subsided by now, it’s bearable and you turn to look at Lucas who- when he catches your gaze- immediately walks over to you and starts speaking. “Ma’am, I’m so sorry! That was so sudden and I messed up your tattoo. It’s all my fault, please forgive me if possible.” he looks scared, and you understand why. He probably thinks you’ll sue him or something but you weren’t planning on doing anything of the sort. “It’s alright Lucas. I’m also not gonna tell anyone. We’ll just tell everyone that as soon as the gun touched me, I chickened out and told you to stop.” you keep your hand on his head that’s bowed and he looks up. There are tears brimming his eyes and you don’t know if it’s out of fear or the fact that he genuinely feels terrible for what he did. It really wasn’t his fault anywhere though. You didn’t understand why he was so stressed.

“I’m sorry Lucas, I just said something stupid without even thinking before. You don’t need to take nay of the blame.” Jaehyun’s voice fills the room and Lucas’ features relax a little before he smiles forcefully. “Well, if your cuts get better, then maybe I can continue the design?” he jokes and you laugh along, knowing all too well that you wouldn’t be coming here again. Your first tattoo and this had happened.

“So do you wanna tell me about that boner-popping now? Lucas isn’t even here.” you’re sitting at the dining table, having just finished your dinner with empty bowls of pasta in front of each of you. Jaehyun shifts slightly in his seat and you wonder if you made him uncomfortable, although you don’t understand why- the reason couldn’t have been that bad. As soon as you start to backtrack, Jaehyun’s voice is heard.

“Well..just..you know when you were getting the tattoo?” you nod slightly “Lucas was just, his black clothes..and he was bending over and I don’t know. You were whimpering..” “So the scene was too hot and you popped a boner?” you complete his sentence and he meekly nods before you’re howling with laughter, almost falling iff the chair and forgetting about the pain around your collarbone. The bisexual in Jaehyun was showing and he was afraid to admit it, you don’t now why. He had told you about this when you started dating, and you were totally fine with it, because you knew that he wouldn’t cheat on you.

“Hey..” your boyfriend half-heartedly attempts to stop you but you’re too far gone to realise that he may be feeling bad. When your laughing fit is over, though, you look at him for any trace of sadness but are relieved to see that he’s only blushing lightly, his dimples showing when he smiles.

“So, do you wanna get a tattoo now?” the answer is obvious, given the fact that today did not go as planned. You’re surprised when he answers.

“I don’t think so. My body is a shrine and a tattoo will take away its chastity.”

“Shrine indeed.”

Ty for reading! Yes lmao ik the ending is weird asf, as is the entire story, but nvm

Feedback is always appreciated!

this was supposed to be a drabble for jae’s birthday 😭excuse the typos they’re terrible and i’m literally the most impatient living being you’ll ever encounter

also, the shop name lmao i just got it from google- not creative i know

Tagging: @neoculturedtrash , @jeongjeffrey , @orange-lemon-cross , @nanasimp , @bluejaem

#jaehyun #jung jaehyun #jeffrey #nct #nct 127 #tattoo #reader #jaehyun x reader #jeong jaehyun #nct ff #nct 127 ff #jaehyun ff #jae ff #jaehyun fluff #jae fluff #y/n #neo culture technology #jaehyun jung #please excuse the shitty header

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mrpenguinpants · 4 years ago

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Exuse me but do you have any info on how to start a blog for writing? I just made an account but I really do enjoy writing for others (commission money would also be nice) but I have no idea how to get others to read what I put out? How do I even set up a functional blog?

Hey anon!

Honestly, I am the last person you should ask because my own blog is a total mess but I'll do my best haha. But I do want to say that I'm so happy that you've decided to start writing! I'm sorry that this is super delayed and if you already made one I would love to be mutuals with you!

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TLDR:

Functioning blog

Make sure you verify your email and that your posts appear in tags before you start writing.

Make a masterlist and a pinned post with all your request rules. Future self will thank you.

If you write or read smut. Please put your age or if you're 18+ in your bio.

Credit the artists you use if you plan to make banners.

Writing blog

Limit the requests you take.

Tag correctly.

Put a read more if you feel your posts are long.

Personally, I use kofi for commissions but it's up to you.

Formatting is important.

Please, if you feel there is a glitch with your blog (you don't appear in tags anywhere, no one can see your blog, etc). CONTACT SUPPORT

You can make side blogs for all your reblogs/likes if you don't like clutter

New Account Issues

So you probably already noticed or know this info already but just in case, if your blog is new, your post won't appear in tags. This is because tumblr needs to verify you aren't a bot. Make sure you verify your email before anything and do some human activity (likes, reblogs, posts). When I made my second account, it took a day before I started appearing.

First Priorities - Functioning blog

1. Please. Make a masterlist and a pinned post describing all your rules for requesting. Especially the masterlist. Your future self will thank you.

2. My pinned post is long and gross so don't use it as a template but sectioning off your content (masterlist, taglist, etc) into separate posts that you can link onto your pinned post. But keep your request rules and whether your requests are open on your pinned post.

3. I'm not calling anyone out here since I don't mind it, but sometimes people won't read your pinned post or double-check if your requests are open. If you want to, in your bio, write if requests are open or not.

4. If you write or read smut, please put your age or if you're 18+ in your bio or pinned post. A lot of smut blogs will block you if you're a minor or if they think you're a minor.

5. If you plan to use banners (character portraits) in your writing. Please credit the artist. I use official genshin art because I'm lazy but please link to the artist's account/pixiv ID/or at least mention their name if you can't find either.

What now? - Starting a writing blog

1. Please. Limit the requests you take at a time. Whether you really enjoy writing or you can write really fast, please put a limit on it. You will hit burnout or get overwhelmed fast.

2. Tag correctly. This mostly applies to smut content but keep it in the smut category. Don't put it in the fluff tag or at least put a read more.

3. If your posts are long please put a "read more" tag. It helps for mobile users since scrolling can be a pain. There's no real word check but if you feel it's long, it's probably long.

4. Since you're interested in commissions, the easiest way is to set up a kofi and all your commission rules there. I usually do $1 = 100 words but stylize it to whatever your preferences are.

5. Formatting is kind of a big one that I don't see a lot of people talk about. The usual template is:

Title

Anon ask

Authors note - if you want to

Masterlist

Taglist - this can also be put at the bottom of your fic

Banner

Writing

6. I've been seeing this a lot lately, but with your tag list. Sometimes you won't be able to tag people. This is usually because either 1. their blog is new or 2. tumblr machine broke. Ask them to contact support to see if their account can be mentioned. If that doesn't work, contact support yourself.

7. This is a big one because I went through it and I don't want you to experience it. At some point, if your posts don't appear in tags for whatever reason. And I'm saying at all, nothing works. You just don't appear the second you post. CONTACT SUPPORT. For me, it was a glitch on tumblr and they got my blog back but I still lost months. I'm still pissed about it.

8. I made a side account for reblogs and replying to others because I hate cluttering my main with them. You don't have to do this but it's a way for me to try and keep everything clean.

Social Interaction - Gettings others to read your work

1. There's no good or real way to get people to read what you put out, they are only going to read it if they want to and that's fine. I know that's obvious but it's something to know.

2. You can make separate accounts on other writing platforms, I know a lot of AOE and Twitter have links to their tumblr.

3. Tumblr has an algorithm so your posts will appear in the tags you add to your posts. Your post might sometimes disappear from tags after a while but don't worry. That's because tumblr has to filter a lot of users. Just because you can't see it doesn't mean another can't either.

4. Don't be afraid to make mutuals with other writing blogs. Heck, I'll be your mutual right now. At the end of the day, we're all people.

5. Write what you want to write, when you want to write it. Don't make it feel like a chore for yourself, that you need to write every day to beat that algorithm.

6. Don't be discouraged if it seems that you aren't getting attention, and that's totally fine by the way to feel like that.

7. Personally, I think brainrot is the best way to get some type of interaction. Just spit some ideas out but leave the option for others to add to it. That's how I've met most of my mutuals/anons.

8. I'm actually kind of surprised that not many tumblr's do this but I always reply to reblog comments or stuff written in the tags. You can filter your activity settings so it's easier to see everyone's replies and just talk. You'd be surprised by how many people get back to you.

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Just keep writing and doing what you like. I'm still learning tumblr myself so if anyone has anything to add, please feel free to. Goodluck anon! I hope to be able to call you by a name later.

#writing tips #blog tips #blog set up #writing #tumblr tips #super duper big mwah #lovely anon #anon ask

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knight-queen · 4 years ago

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Lunatic Parade Kanato Sakamaki – (Chapter 2)

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Final]

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Place: Glimmer Street, Main street / グリンマーストリース表通り

Kanato: Hey Yui san, how's your condition?

Yui: Yes, I’m completely fine.

At that time, sorry for making you worried.

Kanato: No...now I understand the reason you collapsed for.

Yui: Eh, really?

Kanato: Yeah, I borrowed the phone from the hotel and confirmed it with Reiji.

Looks like the kleinod which is replacing your heart is alive.

Yui: Alive!? What does it mean…

Kanato: That’s…

Monologue ー

Surprising enough, but Kanato kun has explained politely the things that he heard from Reiji San.

Since the kleinod is alive, there are possibilities that I’ll get sick just like I collapsed a while ago.

This gem is said to be a yellow-stone which was collected from the crater of the Smaragd Volcano and that stone was able to summon extraordinary dead bodies. (右側)

When he asked the name of that jewel, he said it’s called “kleinod.”

Kanato kun was not surprised like me even though he explained these.

Because he has been living a long life in the demon world….

End of Monologue

Yui: (Really, there’re so many things to happen in the Demon World…)

Kanato: Why are you spacing out? I’ll leave you behind.

Yui: ーKh! Ah, I’m sorry!

*They starts walking*

Yui: But, Kanato kun...where will we go?

(I was the one who said to search Butler san but…)

(It will be difficult to search around in this random city)

Kanato: Anyway, I am thinking of asking the people of this city.

Yui: To the people…?

Kanato: You will get it if you just follow me. We are get going.

Place: Glimmer Street , Aizen Alley / グリンマーストリースアイゼン横丁

Yui: This is…

Kanato: Aizen alley. In the end street of this corner road, there is a convenient shop out there.

See, there’s a signboard hanging there.

Yui: Sign board...ah

(Reine • Do • Aji General Store…? I think I’ve heard the same name before…)

Kanato: The owner of this store is the younger sister of Reine • Do • Saba, from the city of Carnival.

Yui: Eh, I see!

(That’s why it sounded so familiar…)

Kanato: She is supposed to know the location of Butler. At any rate, she works in a general store after all.

Yui: (I don’t know what kind of person she is. It will be good if she simply tell us his location…)

Place: レ��ヌ•ド•アジの店 / Reine • Do • Aji Store

Yui: Sorry for interrupting…

(Somehow, the atmosphere of this shop is suspicious…)

Kanato: You stay here. I will go and search Aji.

Yui: Eh...Kanato kun!?

Yui: (He’s gone…)

(What should I do…? Since it’s a long wait then let’s look around the goods)

(But, Kanato kun said to stay here…)

Selection ー

1) Look around the goods inside/ 店内見て回る

2) quiet and wait / 大人しく待っている (+correct)

Yui: (As he said, I should be waiting here quietly.)

(Above that, I can’t cause any trouble for him.)

(And also there are nothing but strange products out here, I better not walk around.)

Ah, this small bottle…

(The sound of just now was from this bottle? There are sands inside which are sparkling...so pretty!)

(Is it okay if I see it by holding? But...ー)

???: ーYou. Is there something in my shop?

*Screen shakes*

Yui: Kyaa!? I- I am sorry…!

(This woman suddenly comes in front of me by flying!?)

*Kanato comes by running*

Kanato: ーYui san!? Did anything happen!?

Yui: Ka- kanato kun…

Kanato: Hm? You are…

???: Oh my, oh my. You’re the young boy from Lord Karl heinz’s place huh.

Kanato: Stop calling me that...Aji.

Yui: Eh, this person is…!?

Reine • Do • Aji : Kukuh...yes young girl, I am Reine • Do • Aji.

Reine • Do • Aji : Then? Why did you come to this place?

This cute lil’ girl and young boy has stopped by this shop huh…

Kanato: We are trying to find the butler of Earl Walter.

Don’t you have any information about this regard?

Reine • Do • Aji : Then...what happened actually?

Kanato: ...kh. Don’t you try to deceive me…!

Yui: Umm...we’re begging you. We have to meet the butler san by any means.

Reine • Do • Aji : Well, it depends on you whether you’ll get the information or not...Hahaha…

(She’s forwarding her hand...what’s she planning…)

Kanato: You won’t tell me until we give you something equivalent...you mean?

Reine • Do • Aji : Kukuh...Young boys who understand people are a great help, y’know?

Kanato: ...What the heck do you want?

Reine • Do • Aji : Let’s see….shall I tell you to bring the forbidden apple pie.

Yui: Forbidden apple pie…?

Reine • Do • Aji : There’s a line for the limited restrict of the parade at the Diamante fountain.

I also want to have a bite…

Kanato: ….What, that’s it? I’ll show you by getting that immediately.

If we bring it, then you’re gonna tell us his location, right?

Reine • Do • Aji : ...Kuku…

Yui: Umm...that’s…

(Why did she suddenly giggle?)

Kanato: Let us go. Any further conversation is useless.

Yui: Y- yes…

Reine • Do • Aji : ...kuku…

Let’s see, what is gonna happen next…

Place: Glimmer Street, Main street / グリンマーストリース表通り

Yui: Neh, Kanato kun. Diamante Fountain is right ahead, no?

Kanato: According to the map, yes.

Yui: Look, the people who are walking on this road…

Kanato: Yeah, they seem to go to the same place.

Vampire Woman C: Hey, run faster! Or we are gonna miss the apple pie!

Vampire Man D: It’s useless right? There are so many people!

*Screen shakes*

Yui: ーKyaa!?

(Th- these people are….)

Yui: Could it be that they all want to get the apple pies…!?

Kanato: There is a high possibility. We should hurry too.

*They run*

Place: ディアマンテの泉 / Diamante Fountain

Kanato: ーKh, what’s up with this crowd….!

Yui: (This is the line for the apple pie…!?)

Vampire Man D: Uwaa...seriously, there’re so many people.

Vampire Woman: Very obvious. Because this apple pie was made of forbidden apples!

We failed because you ran really slow.

Vampire Man D: This - Is - Why- ! I am apologizing that it was my bad, right!?

Vampire Woman C: Enough! It’s now absolutely impossible because only 10 people can get it.

Aahh. If it’s so then let’s give up by buying a random cake…

Kanato: Kh….

Yui: (Apple pie made of forbidden apple...that’s even left only for 10 people…)

(Even if we line up in these number of people, we can’t get it)

Kanato kun...what now?

Kanato: Why...will we have to give up….

Yui: ...Y-yes...we have to…

(We returned to the previous state again...what should we do?)

*After a while*

Fades to CG

Yui: Neh, Kanato kun. This smoothie is very tasty you know?

Kanato: Gh….

Yui: (He is not saying anything…)

(The forbidden apple pie...he didn’t get that so he was really shocked…)

Kanato: Looks like you are having a calming expression.

Yui: Eh…?

Kanato: Because that’s right?

If we don’t get that, we won’t be able to get back your heart…

Yui: ….Y-yes….you are right but…

Kanato: If it happens then….I have to use the power of my father.

Yui: W- we can’t…!

Kanato: Why?

Yui: Because….it’s very awful.

Kanato: …...I don’t get it.

If we don’t use any unfair technique, then we won’t be able to get what we want.

Yui: I agree with you too.

But I’ll hate it if people get sad if we do that…

...It’s fine. I’m sure we’ll find butler san. So, let’s find another way?

Kanato: ………

You are really foolish.

Yui: ….may be?

Kanato: But I don’t hate the way you just thought.

Yui: Kanato kun…

Kanato: ...For some reason, I felt thirsty while talking.

I want to, so I’ll have the drink that you are having.

Yui: Y- yes...thank you!

Kanato: ….mn...Ah...really…

Just as you said, this smoothie is super tasty.

Yui: Fufu, I am glad you liked it…!

(We didn’t get the apple pie but…)

(If it’s Kanato kun, then I’m sure we will find Butler san…!)

Kanato:...Nevertheless there are still noisy children here. I am having an important conversation with you….

Yui: You can’t blame them.

Kanato: They are playing a tag game. How child type game….

Boy child: Ooi, here here!

Hey, I said here! ーUwaa!?

*Screen shakes*

Yui: Kyaa!?

*The smoothie falls*

Yui: (Ah! The smoothie got spread in my dress…!?)

Boy Children: Ah, I...I am…

Kanato: You, is there anything you want to say? Look carefully. Because of you, her dress gets dirty.

Yui: K- Kanato kun…! You don’t have to say this harshly….

Kanato: It’s okay. If he’s done something bad, then he should obviously apologize.

Yui: B- but…

Kanato: Hey, you there. Apologize to her properly.

Boy child: ...U….uuh….Uwaaaah!! *earsore sobbing*

Kanato: ...kh, you…!

Yui: (Kanato kun is getting mad...I have to make him stop crying)

Boy Child: ...Uwaaaah….gh…

Yui: U-uh you know...I am really fine with it.

If I just wipe it with a handkerchief then it will get cleaned...Don’t worry at all.

So, don’t cry? Okay?

Boy Child: Uh…

Great, you stopped crying. See? Big sis not being angry, right?

Boy Child: Haa...uh...yes…

Kanato: …...Finally stopped crying huh.

Yui: Ka- kanato kun! You can say something like this.

...Ah, don’t worry ‘cuz it’s fine. This big brother is also not mad or something.

Boy Child: …...Yes, I understandーkh...Bu- but….

Yui: Hm? What is it?

Boy Child: ...Big sis, and also big brother...I am sorry!

*Runs*

Yui: Ah, wait…!

(He’s gone…)

….Um, sorry for troubles, Kanato kun. I can wipe my dress by my own so….

Kanato: ...Misfortunes are coming one after another.

Yui: Eh…?

Kanato: We didn’t get the apple pie, and also your dress got spread with the drink by colliding with the child...

It is said that there will be 3 misfortunes in a row, no? So, we have to face one more.

Yui: No, I hate it…

Kanato: ...We have to watch out so that it won’t happen.

Yui: Yes, that’s right…

Kanato: Well, it’s useless to get worried. Before starting anything, let’s do something about your dress.

Yui: kh...Ah, yes.

Kanato: Come on and lend me the handkerchief. I will wipe it for you.

Yui: Eh, but…

Kanato: Just say still. When you were cleaning, the spots seemed to get spread even more.

Yui: Thank you….then please.

*After they’re done*

Kanato: ….What will we do next then?

Yui: Um...I have no idea…

Kanato: In the first place, why did Earl take away your heart?

If he just simply wants your heart, then just stealing would be enough.

But he even buried the kleinod inside you...Does it have other meaning then?

Yui: ….Certainly yes. Then why would Earl Walter keep me alive…

(If he is about to kill me with having an unknown heart inside then it gets creepy)

(......kh! Let’s not think about it for now…)

*Footsteps*

???: Hey, you guys.

Kanato: What…?

Yui: (Who is this man...Ah...the boy who’s hiding behind his back is…!)

Man: When I heard that my son had spread the drink in your dress, I couldn’t help it…

I am sorry then he had caused trouble…

Boy child: Big sis...I am really sorry for the earlier…

Yui: Such...Don’t even apologize please. Look, the spot of my dress is completely gone...don’t worry about it.

Right, Kanato kun?

Kanato: Eh? Well….

Man: …...kh, what a generous person…!

Forgiving unknown people easily by having a smiley face, I can’t relate!

You are one of the beautiful vampires of such a rare mind in these recent years…!

Yui: Eh, vampire!?

(These people are...misunderstanding me!?)

Man: This is for my apology. I want you to receive it by any means.

Yui: Su- such! We can’t accept it…

Man: Here, take it, take it!

Yui: Eh, oh...thank you so much…

Man: Don’t thank us. We are the ones to cause problems.

Boy child: Big sis and bro. See you later!

*Walk away*

Yui: (They went…)

Kanato: Hey, this box...is so small but what’s inside?

Yui: Um...what can it be?

Kanato: Let’s open it. Give me the box.

*Kanato takes the box*

Yui: Eh, Kanato kun…!

*Opens it*

Yui: (Ah...he just opened…)

Kanato: ….This is….

Yui: Eh...ah!

(It’s the forbidden apple pie that we were searching for!?)

Then...those two were the apple pie shopkeeper and his son…?

Kanato: Looks like so.

Yui: (Such a miracle we just see…)

Kanato: ...Wonderful.

I always thought that it’s useless to be kind to others…

However, it’s something worthwhile. I was able to realize it for the first time.

Yui: ……

(....But, is it really okay to easily receive such a valuable thing…)

Kanato: Yui san? Is there anything wrong…?

Yui: Kanato kun. As I thought, we should return it back to them.

Kanato: Ha….? What are you saying?

Because I...was being kind to that child in order to get something in return.

Also that shopkeeper thought that I am a vampire…

I bet if he would be aware that I am a human then he would give me such a special thing.

Kanato: Are you a idiot? We always have been searching for it.

Kanato: More importantly, it’s something he gave us so it’s okay to accept it.

Then why will we have to give it back!?

Yui: ….Kh, but...I can’t accept it….

I am going to his shop to return it! Kanato kun, you wait here ー

*Kanato Grabs Yui*

Yui: Kyaa!?

Kanato: ーYou can’t! I won’t allow it!!

Yui: Ah…!

Yui: (He snatched away the box of the apple pie!?)

*Kanato runs away*

Yui: kh! Kanato kun!

(What now, I have to chase after him!)

*Yui runs*

Place: Rubean Lake / ルビーン運河

Yui: (Kanato kun….he should be around here….)

(Find him…!)

Wait, Kanato kun!

Kanato: ーGh!

Yui: Where are you going by taking that !? We must have to return to them!

Kanato: SHUT UP! IT’S FOR YOUR SAKE!

Yui: (Ah! He’s getting on the Gondola…!)

Wait! Don’t go!!

*Tries to catch up*

Yui: ...kch, haah….

(I couldn’t chase after him...what should I do now…)

(I know he’s thinking for me but…)

(But, I can’t accept the forbidden apple pie by having a dark intention inside me….)

???: ーAh, big sis!

Yui: Eh!?

(Ah...this child is the son of…!)

The son of apple pie shopkeeper: Big sis, are you here alone?

Yui: ...Yes, I am.

The son of apple pie shopkeeper: Neh, the box we gave before, did you see what’s inside?

Yui: Ah...it was the forbidden apple pie right? But….

The son of apple pie shopkeeper: Now way, did you already eat…?

Yui: N- no! Big brother took that away…

The son of apple pie shopkeeper: Eh? Big brother…?

The son of apple pie shopkeeper: ...I see. What a relief.

Yui: Why…?

The son of apple pie shopkeeper: You see...the truth’s that it was made with a secret process but it was forbidden poisonous apple pie.

Yui: 一kch!?

The son of apple pie shopkeeper: ...My father said it.

If the big sister is really a nice person then she would come to give back that apple pie.

Only that kind of person has the right to eat the forbidden apple…

Yui: (So, that shop keeper tested me…?)

一 kh, Kanato kun…!

The son of apple pie shopkeeper: ...Big sis?

Yui: Sorry, I have to go.

(I have to chase after him really fast! I think he already reached around the Aji’s store for sure…!)

*She runs*

The son of apple pie shopkeeper: *shouts* Big sis!! That is poisonous but no one will die by eating that so please be relieved!

Hah….

*Footsteps*

The son of apple pie shopkeeper: ...is it fine now?

*Man changed the appearance/ Earl’s voice*

Mysterious Man: ...Yeah…

You really did well. Really thank you.

Kuku, I wonder, will they be able to get their important thing safely…?

Place: Glimmer Street, Aizen Alley / グリンマーストリースアイゼン横丁

Kanato: ...kch….

Kanato’s Monologue 一

I have been getting irritated after that.

I didn’t understand why she wanted to give it back.

Certainly, the forbidden apple I am holding now is for her righteous heart.

However, if I hand it over to Aji, then she will tell us the location of the Butler.

…….Then, I can accept it.

If we only do such things then we won’t be able to meet Butler even in the forever.

She is just a fool and kind person.

I wonder if her decisions are appropriate.

I can’t understand. It’s illogical to me.

End of Monologue

Kanato: (...Shall I stop? It’s useless to think something like this.)

(If I pass it to Aji, then she will tell us his location.)

(She told me that she hates it but it's for her sake anyway so…)

*Starts walking*

Place: レーヌ•ド•アジの店 / Reine • Do • Aji Store

Kanato: …...Aji. We bring it what we promised.

Reine • Do • Aji : Heeh….as expected from the young boy of Sakamaki. Really you got that huh.

And? I don’t see any appearance of that girl…

Kanato: …...It doesn’t matter right?

Reine • Do • Aji : Oh, I see. Since it’s special so you also wanna have a taste?

Kanato: Eh…?

Reine • Do • Aji : It was difficult to get it, right? Don’t you want to have a bite?

Kanato: …..gh….

(...Of course I want to. But I can’t split that.)

(Why is everything feeling a little gloomy?)

(Is that because it wasn’t my achievement? So, if I have a bite then I may feel guilty…)

(....Aah...I see. That’s right…)

(No I understand what did she mean)

(You wanted me to feel the same feelings like you huh…)

Reine • Do • Aji : What will you do? Young boy?

Kanato: ….No, I refuse.

Reine • Do • Aji : I see. Then, you’re gonna regret it….

Then, I’ll eat it all by myself...kukuh…

Aah…! This is the one I was searching for, you know!

Reine • Do • Aji : The perfect sourness and sweetness...I can get captive in it’s taste just by having a single bite…

Enough wait, I am gonna eat…

Kanato: ーWait. Tell me where the Butler is first.

Reine • Do • Aji : Hm? Who is he?

Kanato: ...Ha? What are you saying...You are breaking the promise!

Reine • Do • Aji : I don’t think I made such a promise.

Kanato: ...kch! Don’t mess around! It’s pathetic!

Reine • Do • Aji : If you are saying that far then show me the evidence. I am saying that I don't remember.

Kanato: HOW UNFAIR! You know that we don’t have any proof….!!!

Hurry up and say it! Where is the Butler!?

Reine • Do • Aji : It’s not my duty to say it. It’s the young boy’s fault to put concern about it.

Kanato: ….kch….

(...I am stupid. I come this far by ignoring her but, I am the one to get deceived….)

Place: Glimmer Street, Aizen Alley

Yui: ...hh….haah...haah...

(I have to...I have to get there on time….!)

Place: Reine • Do • Aji Store

Yui: ー kh, Kanato kun!

Kanato: Kh….!? Yui san….

Yui: (Ah…! The apple pie in Aji’s hands….!)

Wait! Don't eat that apple pie!!

Reine • Do • Aji : Oh my oh my, little girl. You also wanna eat?

But I can’t listen to that...I won’t get such a valuable thing the second time.

Yui: No! It’s not what I mean!

Anyway, don’t eat that plase!

Reine • Do • Aji : You are a noisy girl. I won’t hand it over to you….mn…*eats*

Yui: Ah!

*Yui grabs the apple pie*

Yui: Spit it right now! This is a poisonous apple pie!!

Kanato: Eh….!?

Reine • Do • Aji : ーkh!? Haah….!! *coughs* coughs*

*Spits it*

Yui: kh...Ha….what a relief. I made it in time…

Reine • Do • Aji : Uuh….*coughs* *coughs* Hey girl….what does it mean?

Yui: Umm...I am sorry!

The apple pie we got is poisonous.

Kanato: ….hh!? What does it mean?! We are deceived…?

Yui: ….When I heard everything from the boy...I couldn’t help but to hurry.

Reine • Do • Aji : Is that true?

You want to eat the apple pie so you are trying to cheat me right?

Yui: My words are true!

Reine • Do • Aji : …….

Yui: Won’t you trust me?

Reine • Do • Aji : Hah...anyway, your face doesn't seem like you are lying…

Yui: Sorry for making this situation like we’ve deceived you.

Reine • Do • Aji : ….No. It was my bad.

Yui: Eh?

Reine • Do • Aji : This young boy also told me….

Anything wouldn’t happen if I would tell the Butler’s location in the beginning.

Yui: Is that so….

Reine • Do • Aji : ...But, I didn’t imagine that this young girl would save me.

I am thankful a little.

Yui: No….

Reine • Do • Aji : The butler’s location is….perhaps in the mountain I guess…

Yui: Eh!?

Reine • Do • Aji : He has interests in medicinal herbs.

When Earl is gone, he often collects rare medical herbs around the mountain.

You can check out the Smaragd mountain. He will be there for sure.

Yui: Thank you so much…!

(That’s great! Now we are one step closer…!)

Kanato: …….

Yui: Let’s go, Kanato kun.

Kanato: ...You’re right.

Place: Glimmer Street, Aizen Alley

Kanato: ………

Yui: (When he is apart from me with such an expression, I feel no good.)

(I am not worried but, what can I do to transmit these feelings to him…)

Kanato: ….Neh, Yui san.

Yui: Yes, what?

Kanato: I think it didn’t come out bad.

Yui: Fufu, I know.

(His words are squishy and his expression doesn’t seem to be well…)

(Kanato kun is not obedient…)

Kanato: …

*Kanato gets closer*

Yui: Ah….*blushes*

(His hands are…!?)

Kanato: I don’t hate your simple and foolish side.

….May be the reason I am thinking it because it’s you.

Yui: ...Kanato kun…

Kanato: ...It’s weird. I am different from my usual self.

Probably I got moved by this stupid honesty.

Neh, do you hate this kind of me?

Yui: No, it’s not. I like any type of Kanato kun.

Kanato: ...fufu, I see. Then, it’s fine.

Let’s return to the hotel for resting before getting started for the smaragd volcano.

And also, I am worried for your kleinod.

Yui: ...Yes, thank you.

ー The End

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