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galaxyedging · 1 year ago

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Follow on from Summer Schooled

No outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader

WC:2.2k

Summary: After ten years, Joel decides it's time the two of you caught up.

Warnings: protected P in V sex. Oral f!receiving. A little angst. A brief mention of cancer.

Adult Education

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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Every time the door opened your heart pounded. Joel was always running just a little late for everything. It was going on ten minutes past your arranged meeting time. He had to be there soon, unless he'd rethought it. Was it crazy to be meeting up after ten years?

It was never your intention to leave it this long. The month after you left for college your mom had some bad news. Cancer. Fully treatable. The best outcome anyone in that position could ask for, but it wasn't quite covered by her health insurance and with you at college it made sense to downsize. The news shook her so much that she decided to get back in touch with your aunt and mend a log standing rift. With the house sold she bought a small apartment near your aunt, a couple of hours away from you. Which was a blessing, you were able to stay in school and still be there for her.

Joel kept in touch to offer support. He was a rock for you when you needed it. A stress reliever at other times. Your fingers buried in your cunt took the place of his cock as he guided your pleasure. Then life got in the way. Calls and texts became less frequent. Joel's business took off. His brother, Tommy, moved home and helped him take the business further. You landed your dream job straight out of college. It led you to your husband. Things were great until a few years in when you realised that you were two very different people. The divorce was pretty amicable. Being divorced at twenty-eight drove you down memory lane to see if you could spot where you went wrong.

That's how you stumbled upon Sarah. All grown up and doing well. Travelling Europe and living her best life. A deeper dive showed her at a BBQ. Joel's face looked back at you. He hadn't aged much. A few greys and laughter lines made him look even more handsome. From the looks of it, you weren't the only one that thought so. The woman he had his arm wrapped around looked at him like he hung the moon. A little digging and you saw a post about their wedding anniversary. It shouldn't have made your stomach churn like it did.

Life moved on. You moved on. Joel moved on. Even Dave finally divorced Carol. That had come as a shock not as much as when he swung by once just after you left and caused a stir at a party. A bunch of sorority girls had a bet on who could fuck the hot older man first. They all spat feathers when Dave left with you. He also got you in trouble with your new housemates by waking them all up with the noise of your bed shifting across the floor.

Still feeling nostalgic you messaged Sarah and told her how happy you were to see her living a good life. A friend request from her followed and the two of you caught up over messages.

One morning there was a message you weren't expecting. A message from Joel.

Sarah tells me you're doing great. I'm glad. I'm glad to hear your mom is still well, too.x

It sat there for most of the day as you tried to sort through your feelings. Over the years you'd thought about the brief relationship you had with Joel so many times. Eventually, with the help of your therapist, you concluded that Joel had been your first love. There'd been no actual relationship or a break up so you had never really moved on. It took a while but you worked through it. You put that summer and all the unanswered 'what ifs' in a locked box at the back of your mind. Then a single message from Joel smashed the whole thing open sending shrapnel through your body, it opened up old wounds as it went. Deciding to truly put everything behind you, you typed out a polite reply.

Thank you. She said you're well and the business is doing great. I'm happy for you.x

Thanks. We're doing pretty good. We've actually just landed a contract in your neck of the woods. About an hour out. Maybe I could swing by and see you.

That would be the stupidest thing for you to do. God knows why you typed I'd like that.

With an exchange of phone numbers you set a meeting around the corner from your place.

The door opened again. After all the disappointments you weren't expecting him. In he walked, looking somehow even better than before. His hair was peppered with greys. A dress shirt stretched over those still impossibly broad shoulders. Dress slacks covered his thighs that looked even thicker. It literally took your breath for a moment. You had to pick up your jaw to return the smile he gave you upon spotting you.

"Hi." He leaned in to give you a small half hug.

"Hi." Your hand rested on his back for the briefest of moments before you pulled back. He smelled of expensive college. A woman's touch was doing him good. He was a far cry from the jean clad, body spray wearing single dad you knew.

"Sorry, I'm late. I had a meeting run over."

He gestured for you to sit before sitting across from you. "That's the reason for the get up too." He undid his top button before rolling his sleeves up to his elbows. You had to remind yourself that he was married. "That's better. You want another?" He nodded to your almost empty cup.

The fresh cup that Joel returned with provided a handy barrier to hide some of your awkwardness behind.

"I'm glad we could catch up." You plastered on a smile.

"Me too."

"How have you been?"

"Good. You?"

"Good."

Silence.

"Fuck, this is awkward." Joel laughed out.

"Yeah."

"Was this a stupid idea? I just…I don't know, I had the opportunity to see you again…"

"No, I wanted to see you. It's bound to be a little awkward. The last time we met we…" had toe curlingly good sex that I've never been able to beat "...and now it's ten years later and we're having coffee like old friends."

"We are old friends aren't we?" It was a light, teasing comment but it broke you. You were never friends, he was always so much more.

"I'm sorry. I can do this." Grabbing your things, you made a break for the door.

As if you'd stepped into a movie, the light rain came down in sheets. It washed over you like your emotions. Being there with Joel you were suddenly eighteen again. All the knocks you had taken for the last ten years were healed. You were hopeful, open to all the possibilities that life had to offer. Possibilities that included Joel. Happily married Joel. Who would never be yours.

Joel was jogging behind you to catch up. "Hey, at least let me give you a ride."

"I'm two blocks away. I'm good. Just go home, Joel. This was a stupid idea."

"I'm not going to leave you upset on the street. Let me walk you home."

Since you couldn't exactly stop him, you let him walk alongside you in silence. The rain pummelling you both until you were both soaked through. Joel kept up with your hurried pace even as you climbed the steps to your town house. "This is me."

"You know you can talk to me right? What's got you like this?"

"Joel, I can't. Not with you. I worked so hard to forget."

"Forget what?"

"How I felt about you."

You were wrapped in his arms and kissing him back before you realised what was happening. Your lips moulded to his like he was your only source of oxygen.

"Joel. Stop. We can't."

"I'm sorry." He pulled away dragging his hand over his face. "I just missed you so damn much. I know it stupid to be hung up on some brief fling. Fuck. I have two ex-wives that I miss less than you." He paced the small alcove outside your front door.

"Two?"

"Yeah. I got divorced a little over a year ago."

With no-one else standing to get hurt, you threw yourself back into his arms. The next ten minutes passed in a haze of grabbing hands, wet skin slapping on skin and ragged breaths. Everything was done on muscle memory as you made it through your front door. The two of you ended up on the floor. You barely had the presence of mind to grab a condom from your purse before Joel was inside you chasing a high for both of you, his fingers working over your clit. It was all over as quickly as it began.

Laying there breathless on the floor, reality finally caught up with you both. The two of you instantly burst out laughing.

"Well. I wasn't expecting that today."

"Me neither."

"No regrets?"

"None. Well, maybe the floor. I'm getting old." Joel shot you an incredulous look. "Old-er." You corrected with a smile.

Tucking himself away he held up the condom.

"Kitchen." You waved your hand towards it.

"This is a nice place." Joel came back to peel you up off the floor.

"Thanks. It was a fixer upper but I had a great contractor."

Joel grabbed his chest in mock horror. "You've been seeing other contractors?"

"If it makes you feel any better I never let them fuck me on the floor."

"It does."

"Yeah, we always used the bed."

"Smartass." He brushed his nose over yours before kissing you. When he pulled away you were looking into his eyes. "What?"

"Nothing. You want to take a shower? I can dry your clothes off." You moved to walk away.

"Hey." He caught you by the waist bringing your back to his chest. "This wasn't just a fuck for me. I mean it when I said I've missed you. For years I tortured myself with what could have been. I understand if you don't want to see where this can go but I think you do."

Leaning back, you let him hold you. "I do. I just don't think I could take you breaking my heart. Not you."

"That's the last thing I want to do, Darlin'." He kissed your neck and pulled you even tighter to him. "I can't wait to get to know the person you have become."

"I'm pretty much the same. Type A need for organisation. A bit of a dreamer. Life's just beat me down a little. I'm a lot more cautious."

"A little caution is good. I'm just glad you had none when it came to me and Dave."

"Dave! What's he doing?" You span in his arms to face him.

"Let's get you into something dry and I'll fill you in."

"I'm gonna order some take out. You hungry?"

"Oh yeah." He growled nipping at your ear. "Food sounds good, too."

By some miracle you managed to be dressed when the food came. Joel had dropped to knees in the shower and had himself a feast. When your legs couldn't hold you anymore he reluctantly agreed to get dressed.

"I swear that guy always lands on his feet." Joel finished up telling you about Dave divorce. It was Carol that filed once the girls were old enough. They still came together for the holidays. Dave was still a hands on dad. Dave kept himself busy with a string of woman half his age. The only shocking revelation was about Dave's job. "The CIA? That was Dave's 'government job'? Wow."

Joel went on to drop another bomb on you. "This will be our fourth job together. He might be an ass sometimes but I can't fault his work." Dave had gone into private security. If Joel's clients needed a secure system he called Dave.

"I remember the two of you worked very well together." A grin spread against your wine glass.

"Oh you do, do you? Dave was your first after all."

"Don't remind me. I can't believe I did all that!" You visibly cringed.

"I'm glad you did." He held up his glass in a toast.

"Me too." Your glass clicked against his.

When both your glasses were empty, you offered Joel another. "I can't. I have to drive back down in a little while. I have a few early deliveries to take in the morning." He saw your bright face drop. "I can be back tomorrow afternoon. If you'll have me, I can stay the weekend? I'll take you out on a proper date."

"Sounds perfect." Rounding that table, you sat in his lap, lazily making out until he had to leave.

Laying in bed that night, you just couldn't switch off. Your brain buzzed with so many questions and possibilities. Your body still hummed from Joel's attention. The renewed memory of his touch ghosted over your skin. When your phone buzzed your heart leapt at the fact that it could be Joel once again after all these years.

The text came from an unknown number.

Miss me? I'll catch up with you soon.

Series tag: @popcornforone @myrealmofchaos @casa-boiardi

#pedro pascal character fanfiction #no outbreak!joel miller #joel miler x f!reader

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padfootastic · 2 years ago

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miss padfootastic, welcome back— 8, and 30 💖

dr grey!!! regardless of how many times i dip in and out of tumblr, it makes me so happy that i always get a welcome back message from u <3 pls never stop

8. How many languages do you know?

fluent in 3! although i can’t read or write the third one (which, in a v sad turn of events, is my mother tongue and first language but i never formally learnt it so 🥲 i’ve tried picking it up multiple times as an adult but all i see are circles, and more circles in varying sizes so uh. not the easiest, that)

beyond that, as is with most indians i’d say, i can pick up on neighbouring languages if spoken gently enough. very barebones french, which is all i have to show for around ~4 years of middle school education of it lol

30. What are your hobbies?

ooh i don’t think i can get by with saying ‘fanfiction! writing!’ like i do everywhere else lol let’s see,,,,,love doing anything ~academic, particularly like. sociology/psychology/philosophy. big fan of starting various new activities and dropping them midway (my commitment issues started young, it seems 🥲). swimming, table tennis, lawn tennis for top 3 sports. i like doodling and turning my friends & family into memes on procreate etc. absolutely hilarious, i love for their reactions. also tend to go down a lot of nostalgic photo album rabbit holes where i look at stuff of years past and ~reminisce lol

#one day i will learn to read my own language #that day is sadly not today lmao #but it’ll happen #also. i’m a *terrible* artist but i have creative vision sometimes and it’s *chefs kiss*#my friends hate it. bc they’re the victims. but man is it fun #thanks for the Qs dr grey!#pen’s asks #ask game

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gemmahale · 12 days ago

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ok do u have a favorite tree

This is like asking me for my favorite child!!! Heresy! Entrapment! Blackmail!!!

…I’m really partial to magnolias and ginkos for their prehistoric ancestral history.

Redbuds make me happy in the spring when everything is still grey and dreary.

Linden flowers smell like summer and if I could wear them as a perfume, I would.

Ponderosa pines have the gift of making me nostalgic and letting me baffle people when I sniff the bark to ID them (they smell like vanilla).

Cedars, for all their potential to be invasive here, are fascinating as an alternate host to cedar apple rust.

Fruit trees nourish me and require vast hours of care (but peaches will always have a soft spot in my heart).

The oak tree that had perfect v’s to sit in and watch the world go by at my childhood house is up there.

Hackberries are nothing particularly flashy, but they’re hearty and host to the best named insect parasite - the hackberry nipple gall. (I just like the name and they do no real damage.)

Purple ashes are some of the prettiest fall trees with their purple and yellow canopies. Maples could never.

So yeah. You might say I have favorite trees.

Gary (the ash in my backyard) says hello. 👋 🌳

#gemma answers #tbh I don’t have ONE favorite tree #they’ve all evolved and bred to be ideal for their environment #I have trees I prefer #and trees I dislike for management reasons #but I swear on my Felco’s I don’t have a favorite

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multifandomfangirl435 · 2 months ago

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Fanmade Danganronpa: fractured Memories

I made a fanmade Danganronpa: fractured memories, it takes place in a closed down college for people with ultimate talents which had a Nostalgic effect on Kazuki and Nozomi like they been to a similar school like it before the player character is Masaru Akase he is the Ultimate spiritual guide, and the story is told from his view, he has a crush on Nozomi the ultimate Idol not caring that she was blind or how childish she acts.

here are the characters

Name: Masaru Akase (Student 1) Gender: Male Talent Title: Ultimate Spiritual Guide Birthday: October 9th (Libra) Height: 178 cm

Appearance: Masaru has a serene and composed demeanor. His hair is long and black, often tied back in a loose ponytail, with a few strands framing his face. He has piercing, thoughtful grey eyes.

Outfit: He wears a traditional white kimono with subtle silver patterns, paired with a dark hakama. Around his neck, he carries a set of prayer beads, and he often holds a small, well-worn book of spiritual texts.

Personality: Masaru is calm and collected, often serving as a voice of reason among the group. He’s introspective and speaks with intention, rarely raising his voice. He believes deeply in the power of spiritual connection and often meditates to find solutions to problems.

Likes:

Meditation,

tranquillity,

ancient texts

Nozomi

Dislikes:

Loud noises,

conflict,

materialism

Fears:

losing his spiritual path

becoming disconnected from the world’s energy.

the potential of his own mind to create illusions that could lead him astray.

Name: Nozomi Komaeda/Mimi (Student 2)

Gender: Female

Talent Title: Ultimate Idol

Birthday: April 28th (Taurus)

Height: 158 cm

Appearance: Nozomi has striking white hair and cloudy light blue eyes. Despite her visual impairment, she has a radiant presence that captivates an audience, she has a petite frame that makes her look younger then she actually is.

Outfit: She wears a casual clothes mainly consisting of a teal hoodie with a white skirt reflecting her purity but no matter what the outfit, she always wears her most cherished accessory, an aquamarine hairclip in the shape of a dove, which is a gift from her brother.

Personality: Nozomi is the epitome of grace and politeness. Despite her blindness, she navigates the world with confidence, guided by her beloved cat, Mochi, even though Nozomi childish for someone her age, she dislikes being treated as a child or as fragile due to her blindness.

Likes:

Performing on stage

Her guide cat Mochi

family and friends

strawberry shortcake

Akase-Kun

Dislikes:

Being underestimated

Overprotectiveness from others

Junko and Despair

Fears:

Losing her independence

Being abandoned

Losing her beloved cat, Mochi

Being a burden to others

Memories of the tragedy at hope’s peak

Name: Tamiyo Miyamoto (Student 3) Gender: male Talent Title: Ultimate guitarist Birthday: May 20th (Taurus) Height: 170 cm

Appearance: Tamiyo has shoulder-length, jet-black hair. His eyes are a striking steel blue, and he has a lean, muscular build from years of carrying around heavy guitar equipment.

Outfit: He typically wears a black leather jacket adorned with various music-related pins over a white V-neck t-shirt, ripped jeans, and classic red high-top sneakers. His signature item is a pair of vintage aviator sunglasses that he perches on his head, rarely wearing them over his eyes.

Personality: Tamiyo is laid-back and cool-headed, rarely losing his temper. He’s passionate about music and can often be found practicing or writing new songs. Despite his cool exterior, he’s incredibly kind and always willing to lend an ear to friends in need.

Likes:

Experimenting with new guitar riffs

Collecting vintage guitars

Small, intimate concerts

Coffee shops with live music

Dislikes:

Over-commercialization of music

Instruments being treated poorly

Interrupted practice sessions

Spicy food

Fears:

Losing his hearing, which would end his music career

Heights, which makes rooftop performances a challenge

Being forgotten in the music industry

Name: Akira Kinjo (Student 4)

Gender: Female

Talent Title: Ultimate Gardener

Birthday: April 15th (Aries)

Height: 175 cm

Appearance: Akira has a lean build with tanned skin, reflecting her hours spent under the sun. her hair is a deep green, resembling the lushness of healthy foliage, and is styled in a messy, windswept manner. her eyes are a bright hazel, mirroring the earthy tones of the garden.

Outfit: she wears a practical, yet stylish white breathable linen shirt rolled up to the elbows, dark brown cargo pants, and sturdy boots. A wide-brimmed straw hat protects her from the sun.

Personality: Akira is a calm and nurturing soul, much like the plants she tends to. She’s patient, observant, and has a growth mindset, believing that with time and care, anyone and anything can flourish. She’s also environmentally conscious and advocates for sustainable gardening practices.

Likes:

Tending to her garden

Rainy days (good for the plants)

Composting and recycling

Herbal teas

Dislikes:

Pesticides

Neglect of the environment

Wastefulness

Fears:

the loss of biodiversity.

climate change

Name: Kira Oma (Student 5) Gender: Female Talent Title: Ultimate Stripper

Birthday: June 21 (cancer) Height: 154 cm

Appearance: Kira has blackish-purple hair, usually tied up in a high ponytail. She has a playful smile.

Outfit: She wears an oversized hoodie with a skirt that has a black and white checkered pattern, paired with dark slacks and comfortable loafers.

Personality: Kira is known for her calm and composed demeanor. She’s introspective. Despite her reserved nature, she enjoys making others flustered with her playful, flirtatious jokes.

Likes:

Solitude for self-reflection

Classical music, which she finds relaxing

Puzzles and riddles, as they challenge her mind

Dislikes:

Loud noises, as they disrupt her peace

Overly crowded places

Being the center of attention

Fears:

Losing her twin brother, Kokichi

Being misunderstood or misjudged because of her talent

Name: Kazuki Saito (Student 6) Gender: Female Talent Title: Ultimate Delinquent (and lesbian) Birthday: Oct 26th (Scorpio) Height: 167 cm

Appearance: Kazuki has striking black hair and bright green eyes. A small scar is visible over her right eye, adding to her tough demeanor.

Outfit: She wears a customized school uniform that reflects her rebellious spirit, with a loosely worn tie and rolled-up sleeves. Her outfit is accessorized with bandages and metal jewellery, hinting at her delinquent status and wears a flower hairclip which was gifted to her by Nozomi.

Personality: Kazuki presents a cold front to most, yet she’s incredibly kind and caring towards her gang and children who’ve had a rough life. Her tough experiences have shaped her into a protective and empathetic leader.

Likes:

Loyalty

Nozomi

Motorcycles

Dislikes:

Authority

Injustice

Fears:

Losing her gang members

Being helpless in the face of injustice

Her abusive father

Name: Harmony Hirasawa (Student 7) Gender: Female Talent Title: Ultimate Botanist Birthday: April 14th (Aries) Height: 162 cm

Appearance: Harmony has long, flowing hair the color of fresh spring leaves and eyes that sparkle like dewdrops in the morning sun. Her complexion is radiant and healthy, reflecting her connection with nature.

Outfit: She prefers comfortable, earth-toned clothing that allows her to work with plants easily. She often wears a floral-patterned dress with a green cardigan, and her boots are always covered in a bit of soil from her latest project.

Personality: Harmony is nurturing and person, with a gentle demeanor that puts others at ease. She’s deeply empathetic, often able to sense the mood of those around her. She finds joy in the simple things and can spend hours tending to her plants.

Likes:

Morning walks,

herbal teas,

the smell of wet earth.

Dislikes:

Pollution, deforestation,

artificial flavors.

Fears:

Plant based diseases

environmental disasters

the loss of biodiversity

Name: Reiko Fujimoto (Student 8) Gender: Male Talent Title: Ultimate Healer Birthday: September 9th (Virgo) Height: 182 cm

Appearance: Reiko has a serene and composed presence, with short golden blonde hair compassionate grey eyes. His posture is always upright, reflecting his disciplined nature.

Outfit: He wears traditional healer’s robes in soft shades of blue and white, symbolizing tranquillity and purity. His outfit is completed with comfortable sandals and a satchel containing various herbs and healing tools.

Personality: Reiko is the embodiment of calmness and patience, always ready to listen and provide comfort. He speaks softly but with conviction, and his presence is often enough to soothe troubled minds. He is deeply spiritual and often meditates to maintain his inner peace.

Likes:

Herbal remedies

meditation

the sound of flowing water

Dislikes:

Aggression,

unnecessary surgery,

synthetic medicines.

Fears:

The resurgence of diseases thought to be cured,

the loss of traditional healing knowledge,

being unable to help those in need.

Name: Yuna Takahashi (Student 9) Gender: Female Talent Title: Ultimate Astrophysicist Birthday: July 7th (Cancer) Height: 162 cm

Appearance: Yuna has long, flowing black hair with streaks of cosmic blue, and her eyes sparkle like stars. She often has a thoughtful expression, as if pondering the mysteries of the universe.

Outfit: She wears a midnight blue dress that resembles a starry night sky, complete with a silver belt that mimics the Milky Way. Her accessories include a telescope pendant necklace and constellation-themed earrings.

Personality: Yuna is introspective and often lost in thought. She’s incredibly intelligent and has a passion for unraveling the secrets of space. Despite her quiet demeanor, she’s always willing to share her astronomical knowledge with others.

Likes:

Stargazing

Solving complex equations

Science fiction novels

Dislikes:

Light pollution

Superstitions

Interruptions during her research

Fears:

The vastness of space overwhelming her

Black holes

Losing her research data

Name: Haruto Kawano (Student 10) Gender: Male Talent Title: Ultimate Adventurer Birthday: October 10th (Libra) Height: 175 cm

Appearance: Haruto has short, messy brown hair and keen green eyes that reflect his curiosity about the natural world. He carries a rugged yet approachable look.

Outfit: He prefers practical clothing, often seen in a green field jacket with multiple pockets filled with fieldwork tools, khaki pants, and sturdy boots.

Personality: Haruto is analytical and observant, always taking notes and making sketches of his surroundings. He’s passionate about conservation and can often be found lecturing others on the importance of biodiversity.

Likes:

Hiking in untouched forests

Collecting rare plant specimens

Documentaries about ecosystems

Dislikes:

Pollution

Urban sprawl

Pseudoscience

Fears:

The extinction of species he’s yet to discover

Invasive species disrupting ecosystems

Being stuck indoors for too long

Name: Toshio Yamada (Student 11) Gender: trans Male Talent Title: Ultimate Bookworm Birthday: April 2nd (Aries) Height: 168 cm

Appearance: Toshio has a gentle demeanor with round glasses perched on his nose. His hair is a dishevelled chestnut brown, often falling over his forehead as he’s buried in a book.

Outfit: He’s usually seen in a cozy sweater vest over a crisp white shirt, with comfortable slacks and loafers. He always carries a messenger bag filled with books.

Personality: Toshio is introspective and soft-spoken, with an insatiable thirst for knowledge. He’s kind-hearted and always ready to share interesting trivia from his latest read.

Likes:

The smell of old books

Quiet libraries

Literary debates

Dislikes:

Dog-eared pages

Interruptions while reading

Fears:

Losing his eyesight

A world without books

Forgetting the stories, he’s read

Name: Nana Tanaka (Student 12) Gender: Female Talent Title: Ultimate Track Star Birthday: May 15th (Taurus) Height: 170 cm

Appearance: Nana is athletic and toned, with a runner’s build. She has short, sleek black hair that’s often tied back to keep it out of her face, and her eyes are a determined hazel.

Outfit: She wears a custom-designed track uniform in her school colors with the number 15 on it and her number is prominently displayed. Her running shoes are well-worn but cared for, showing her dedication to the sport.

Personality: Nana is competitive and driven, always pushing herself to beat her best times. She’s a team player and encourages her classmates to stay active and healthy.

Likes:

Morning jogs

The sound of a starting pistol

Breaking personal records

Dislikes:

Rainy days that cancel track meets

Injuries

Unfair competition

Fears:

Not being able to run

Losing her speed

Letting her team down

Name: Ozuru Nozawa (Student 13) Gender: Male Talent Title: Ultimate Animator Birthday: February 29th (Pisces) Height: 178 cm

Appearance: Ozuru has an artistic flair, with vibrant, dyed hair that changes color at the tips. His eyes are a deep brown, often seen sparkling with creativity.

Outfit: He sports a casual graphic tee featuring one of his favourite animation characters, paired with comfortable jeans and a pair of high-top sneakers. He always wears a digital drawing tablet slung over his shoulder.

Personality: Ozuru is imaginative and expressive, often getting lost in his animated worlds. He’s friendly and approachable, always eager to share his latest project or animation technique.

Likes:

Sketching new characters

Anime conventions

Kira

The latest animation software

Dislikes:

Creative blocks

Deadlines

Low battery notifications

Fears:

His animations not resonating with an audience

Losing his drawing hand’s dexterity

Power outages during unsaved work

Name: Chimaki Asakai (Student 14) Gender: Female Talent Title: Ultimate Psychiatrist (and probably the sanest person here) Birthday: December 12th (Sagittarius) Height: 165 cm

Appearance: Chimaki has a calm and reassuring presence, with shoulder-length auburn hair and warm, observant eyes. She carries herself with poise and professionalism.

Outfit: She dresses in a smart, tailored blazer and skirt, with a crisp white blouse. Her attire is complemented by a simple pendant and some profession looking glasses

Personality: Chimaki is empathetic and insightful, always ready to lend an ear to those in need. She’s analytical, yet compassionate, and values the mental well-being of her peers above all.

Likes:

Quiet conversations

Herbal tea

trying new therapy tactics

seeing people overcome their trauma

Classical music

Dislikes:

Loud noises

Conflict

Superficial judgments

Fears:

Being unable to help someone in crisis

Misdiagnosis

The stigma surrounding mental health

Name: Kuro Kuroshima (Student 15) Gender: Male Talent Title: Ultimate Fanboy Birthday: August 9th (Leo) Height: 172 cm

Appearance: Kuro has an energetic vibe with messing jet-black hair and bright, expressive eyes. He often wears a wide grin, showcasing his enthusiasm for his fandoms.

Outfit: He dons a black hoodie adorned with a few badges and patches of his favourite series, paired with cargo pants filled with gadgets and a pair of limited-edition sneakers.

Personality: Kuro is outgoing and passionate, with an encyclopedia knowledge of his favourite shows and games. He’s always eager to discuss theories and share his collections.

Likes:

Collecting rare merchandise

Kira

Attending conventions

2D girls

Marathon gaming sessions

Dislikes:

Spoilers

Series cancellations

Waiting for new releases

Fears:

Missing out on exclusive content

His favourite series ending

Losing his memorabilia

Kira rejecting him

Name: Hatsuna Sasaki (Student 16) Gender: Female Talent Title: Ultimate Escape Artist Birthday: August 1st (Leo) Height: 157 cm

Appearance: Hatsuna has an elusive aura, with piercing blue eyes and platinum blonde hair cut in a sleek bob. She moves with a grace that belies her profession.

Outfit: She dons a form-fitting performance suit with intricate patterns that resemble lock mechanisms, complete with a utility belt holding various escape tools.

Personality: Hatsuna is resourceful and quick-witted, always three steps ahead of any challenge. She’s confident in her abilities and enjoys the thrill of a seemingly impossible escape.

Likes:

Puzzles and riddles

Sleight of hand tricks

The adrenaline rush of a successful escape

Dislikes:

Confinement

Predictability

Broken locks

Fears:

Being trapped with no way out

Losing her dexterity

Failing in front of an audience

#anime #oc #gaming #danganronpa #fanmade #fanganronpa #danganronpa fangame

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teacupsandcyanide · 2 years ago

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hi everyone check out these funny shirts

As an Asian-Australian, one of the delights of my youth was being surrounded by Asian products with bad English on them. Personally I think it's fine to have a giggle at them as long as you don't call it "engrish" and you understand that Westerners are not immune to being similarly bad at other languages. People simply think "hey that other language looks cool, I'm gonna put it on a shirt" and they don't let not knowing a single word of that language stop them. I get really nostalgic whenever I see Asian products with bad English specifically, and I wanted to share a haul with you today, in order of most coherent to most absolutely bananas. I would encourage you to read the image descriptions.

[Image ID: A white t-shirt emblazoned with photos of broccoli and black text outlining the nutritional value of broccoli per 100g (3.5 oz). Text litters the design reading "CALORIE 36.0" and "CABBAGE FAMILY". The masterpiece is headed by the word "Broccoli". To the side of this shirt is another, smaller shirt, also white. The design of this shirt is much simpler, with just the word "Broccoli" in green, and a small picture of broccoli. /.End ID]

Specimen 1: Broccoli shirt. This fits into the popular category of fruit, vegetable, and drink-based attire. Common examples of this tend more towards strawberry, milk, avocado, citrus, and chocolate, though, so the broccoli is distinctly more left-field than the more favoured carrot or radish, typically considered cuter vegetables. I appreciate this diversity and the funducational approach, as well as the fact that there is a smaller, matching shirt, as if for a child or especially large dog. I like how the smaller shirt is tastefully simpler but still includes both a written and pictorial depiction of broccoli, so you get a clear idea of what the shirt's deal is. @redgoldblue when you're finally ready to let me dress you up like a smaller version of me and carry you around town telling people that I'm a vampire and you're a porcelain doll haunted by my human ghost, I think we should start here. Rating this a 6/10.

[Image ID: A black t-shirt cropped to a v-shape, with matching black arm bands/arm warmers. This shirt has a band of distorted pink texture placed exactly where the tits would be, were the wearer a tit owner. Over this texture is the picture of a tabby kitten with a blue ribbon around its neck and a pink rose tucked into said ribbon. The kitten is smiling a Mona Lisa smile and standing on some disembodied piano keys. The words "Here on earth, Joy iy youry" are written in warped pink comic sans. There is something in the upper right corner in tiny pink writing, which reads in part "joy/delight" and then devolves into inscrutable text. /.End ID]

Specimen 2: Sad girl kitten shirt with matching emo arm warmers. Obviously we've all felt when here on earth joy iy youry. Universal human experience. Love the tit highlighter. Shirt looks like the someone communed with Beezlebub to design it. 8/10

[Image ID: A grey t-shirt, slightly over-sized/loose fit. Design looks very American; it has a cartoon planet with a ring around it. Black text arching above the planet reads "INTERNATIONAL" and over the planet green block text continues "Pretty Girls Club". Underneath the planet is more black text reading "FOUNDED BY BINCH CITY". On one side of the shirt there's a slit that cuts up to approx just below the tiddy zone, or at least to the midriff. At the top of this slit are two clothing tags with mostly unreadable text on them, but one reads in all-caps "CHOOSE HAPY". /.End ID]

Specimen 3: Shirt for pretty girls who choose hapy. "Binch city" might say "beach city" but I'm choosing to believe that it says "binch", as "binch" is infinitely funnier. Slit is a wildly unexpected choice but doesn't do enough to alleviate the overall boringness. 4/10.

[Image ID: A blue shirt with one mismatched sleeve in slightly darker blue. Has two large starry cartoon eyes and blushed cheeks hovering, disembodied, on the lower right side, below which is a horizontal cut in the cloth that gapes open like a mouth. Dangling from the hem of the shirt below this face are two long strips of fabric with little chicken feet. The main body of the shirt has a speech bubble reading in large white text "Can you tie a bow for me?". /.End ID]

Specimen 4: Really can't get into this one, lads. Hopefully you too have the dreadful moment of realisation that "Can you tie a bow for me?" means that the cartoon face is inviting you to use its chicken legs to tie a bow through its open maw to hold its mouth wider open in a parody of a grin. This isn't speculation by the way, it's demonstrated in accompanying pictures. 10/10 for "oooh absolutely not."

[Image ID: A white t-shirt totally blank but for the photorealistic picture of a fat ginger cat taped to it with a thick strip of silver duct tape. Cat doesn't look mad about the arrangement. /.End ID]

Specimen 5: This Guy. 21/10, absolute mad lad.

[Image ID: A white t-shirt with some food and drink on the centre, drawn in a sketchy coloured art style. There is a small bowl of apples, and a bottle of milk labelled "milk". There is also a teapot made to look like a fridge, with its door slightly ajar and an even tinier bowl of fruit and a tinier carton of milk sitting on top. Next to this is a plate of either cheese or butter, with a breadknife lying on top and some remnants of unidentifiable food to the side. Words under this plate read "more parsley". There is no parsley on the plate. There are also larger words reading "Good enough to eat BUT DON'T!" with an arrow pointing towards the plate of cheese butter. /.End ID]

Specimen 6: Good enough to eat!!! BUT DON'T! I like that the milk is labelled "milk" so you know what it is. The teapot fridge situation raises more questions than it answers. I feel that the "more parsley" note gives a sense of philosophic allegory to the whole thing. There's no parsley on the plate, but is that why more parsley is needed? Can you ask for more when you have nothing, or do you simply ask for parsley? This design also reminds me of a lot of Korean stickers I've used. 10/10, classic.

[Image ID: A photo of a person wearing a shirt. The shirt is black and oversized, with a large pink toy rabbit dominating the centre of the design. Over this rabbit are all caps in pink and white, reading "MXCHN SAEAY". Beneath the rabbit in smaller white all caps are the words "JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE INVITED' DOESN'T MEAN YOU" then below that also in white all caps the words "FROM THE MIND' OF JORDAN PEELE". /.End ID]

Specimen 7: FROM THE MIND' OF JORDAN PEELE. Now we enter the ever popular gibberish category, crossing over slightly with the category of "selecting random things from Western culture to reference nonsensically", which happen to be two of my favourite categories. I once saw a collection of shirts with the disembodied heads of two of the kids from Stranger Things and text reading "EMILY + ME <3". I don't know enough about Jordan Peele's films to be sure that this isn't actually a coherent reference, but I know enough about Asian shirts to say with some confidence that it probably isn't one. Absolute delight, pleasure to have you here, 11/10.

[Image ID: A cream-coloured ringer t-shirt with navy blue edging at the sleeves and collar. It has a navy blue picture that at first glance looks like a cute cartoony drawing of two people at either a shop counter or having dinner. On closer inspection the picture doesn't actually make sense. There are two people sitting at a table with their backs turned to the viewer, their faces turned to talk to each other. But also the table seems to be two school desks, and at the same time be inside a coffee shop counter. The counter has what looks like a pitcher and coffee press, and two short stools in front of it. The table/desk situation merges into the top of the counter. There is also a light overhead and something that looks like an inkblot picture floating above the coffee press. Crowning this conglomeration of visual gibberish are letters spaced together like made-up words, arching over the whole drawing. These letters/words are "DNHELIE COST" then "1997", followed by "ENJOG DOPS COSRN SN". More words are on the front of the counter, "ene Lirenocs [unreadable] ENJOG Meanris". Somehow, next to all that are perfectly legible words saying "let's go!". /.End ID]

Specimen 8: HELLO? Truly in the total gibberish category now. Prime specimen of its genre. I took a psychic damage hit trying to describe the image. 9/10, point deducted because the design is clearly made up of stolen images merged together.

[Image ID: A white t-shirt with actually coherent design and English. Artwork of an cranky black cat over striped colours with vector art of a syringe above. Layered above and below the main image are the words "I GOT VACCINATED BUT I STILL WANT SOME OF YOU TO STAY AWAY FROM ME". /.End ID]

Specimen 9: Speaking of obviously stolen artwork, this is to a Westerner a totally normal shirt but I cannot describe to you how jarring it was to see this amongst my cutesy frog overalls and FROM THE MIND' OF JORDAN PEELE streetwear. I've tried to recreate the experience by saving this one until towards the end but I fear that unless as a child you also went to Morning Glory semi-religiously to look at journals with "lovely day girl" and bootlegged Disney princess chibis plastered all over them, you simply will not be able to experience the same emotion via the empty illusion of forced immersion. 2/10, clearly stolen, design is too coherent, this is an imposter in my lands.

[Image ID: A white cropped t-shirt printed with pink and blue pastel lettering. Lettering reads "Friendly Reminder, not being racist is not enough". There are pink hearts between the words "is not enough". Below this is a text bubble outlined in pink, which contains smaller black text that reads "Nothing will change unless we recognize and actively work against our own internalized biases, unless we are willing to risk our comfort for the sake of others". /.End ID]

Specimen 10: The only thing more jarring than the vaccinated cat shirt is this, also an obviously stolen design, but worse. This is the inverse of an imposter in my lands. I've seen artwork like this since 2011 on a thousand passive aggressive tumblrina blogs. Why is the DNI page of a white 23-year-old who does nothing but start fights over Steven Universe and have "soft baby pet" in their bio on a t-shirt sold alongside DNHELIE COST 1997. When I look at this I experience two emotions. The first emotion is a complicated inner conflict between knowing I agree with the basic principle of the artwork and not being able to separate it from some of the most unbearable people I've ever crossed paths with. The second emotion is this:

[Image ID: A screenshot of beloved fictional character Mike Wazowski standing in front of a door and screaming at his best friend, Monsters Inc employee and lauded foster parent James P. Sullivan, known to friends as Sulley. Foster child Boo, commonly referred to by Mike Wazowski as "that thing", stands in monster cosplay to Sulley's left. /.End ID]

Okay, I've saved the best for last.

[Image ID: A grey acid-wash t-shirt with a picture of a black skeleton floating with its arm spread out, glowing infra-red. Above its upturned hands are hovering a black star and a globe respectively, also both glowing. There are lightning strikes around the skeleton and poor definition red roses at its feet. Large hippy font words above the skeleton read in all-caps: "MENTAL ILLNESS". Below the skeleton similar all-caps read "SOCIAL MEDIA MAKE YOU BE A DIFFERENT PERSON". /.End ID]

Specimen 11: I believe that if you're a regular tumblr user you fall into one of 6 categories:

you are the kind of person who likes tea and libraries

you think this shirt is somehow problematic

there is some part of you that wants this shirt

you are the kind of person who likes tea and libraries and there is also some part of you that wants this shirt

you think this shirt is somehow problematic but there is some part of you that wants this shirt anyway

a complicated sexy lil mixture of all of the above

Please if you reblog this post put in the tags which category you fall under, for science. Also rate this shirt.

#hmp42 #i've tried my best with the IDs but i am new to this #I tried to strike a line between evocative enough to have the psychic damage of the image #and not too just for laffs #i use subtitles and while i like some humour it does also annoy me when people put random jokes in

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amxranthiine · 4 years ago

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c i c a t r i z e (aragorn x reader) pt. ii

cicatrize (v.) to find healing by the process of forming scars. Pronouns: She/Her

A/N: Welcome to part two! I’ve been working on this part for three days and it was getting a little long, so I saved Weathertop for chapter three. This chapter is 2.7k (or more) words. I hope you enjoy! Warnings: Some swearing, alcohol consumption, Nazgûl, the usual. Summary: Y/n is Aragorn’s childhood best friend. However, when they got older, Y/n’s feelings towards her long time friend changed, but he is infatuated with the Evenstar. Out of heartbreak, she leaves Rivendell and sets off on her own, leaving her love and all she ever knew. When Elrond’s Council takes place, Y/n is forced back to her home and everything she ever knew.

⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙ Present Time Y/n POV Ale dribbled down my chin as I gulped down what seemed to be my hundredth Pint. In truth, I lost count after my... sixth? Seventh? I needed to drink away my sorrows after the day I had. I received a letter from Gandalf the Grey when the sun was at it’s peak, babbling on about the One Ring, how it was in the hands of a Hobbit named Baggins, and how I needed to make my way to the Prancing Pony in Bree as soon as possible. And, of course, that I needed to keep a look out for the Hobbit in the Prancing Pony, and bring him to Rivendell. What a way to start the day, I had only awoken not an hour prior!

Gods, I needed a drink. After the initial shock of knowing that the One Ring had indeed been found, I, not so happily, packed my few possessions into a warn out bag and went on my merry way. After leaving Rivendell almost seven decades ago, I had travelled all across Middle Earth, never staying in one place for too long. Though it’s been sixty-seven years since I left my entire life behind (in more than one way), I was still frightened- or was it ashamed? Ashamed. Yes, that was it. I was ashamed of how I left, why I left. Just leaving everything I’ve ever known because I was jealous and heartbroken. Over a guy! Only, he wasn’t just any guy. Yes, he is. I am and have been over him. Are you absolutely positive? No. Exactly. Fine, I admit! But how could I get over someone I’ve known since I learned how to walk? Not so easily, it seems. Perhaps that was why I was sulking in the Prancing Pony, downing ale after ale, trying to ignore the pure dread of having to see him again. Maybe he won’t be there? Maybe his adventures led him elsewh- My “what if’s” and “maybe’s” were cut short by a large shadow looming over me. Peering up at the owner of said shadow with the mug raised to my lips, I nearly choke at the sight. There he is, the man who has haunted my dreams for sixty-seven years. And, oh Valar, he aged like the finest Mirkwood wine. Sobering up immediately, I quickly placing the mug on the table and wipe my mouth with my sleeve, I greet him with a quiet “Hello?” Though, it sounds more like a question.

He doesn’t greet me in return, much to my pleasure. He just gestures to the seat next to me. “May I?” I numbly nod, though my eyes don’t leave him. Once he is seated, I glance down at my hands and take a deep breath. “What are you doing here, Aragorn?” My tone takes him off guard, it’s cold, hostile. As if I was talking to a stranger, which, in a way, he was. His face holds nothing but shock, with traces of hurt within the grey depths of his eyes. “Business from Gandalf,” Aragorn mumbles as he waves down a waitress. I look at him again, but this time I notice everything that’s changed about him. His hood is up, covering his eyes for all but me. His face is more defined, and there is a trace of stubble along his sharp jaw. He’s buffer, too. His muscles are prominent even under his many layers of clothing. I would be a liar if I said he didn’t look good. However, he also looked... nostalgic. Memories upon memories rushed to the front of my brain as I relived what we used to be. Oh, Mandos, I think I’m catching feelings. Again. “It’s been a while, Y/n.” I blink, looking away from him with a blush. You foolish woman, Y/n! He most definitely knows you were checking him out. Clearing my throat, I simply say “Yeah,” and look around for the Hobbit I’m supposed to be watching for. I could his gaze burning into the side of my head, watching my intently. “You left without saying goodbye,” he mentions with an edge to his tone. I sigh and close my eyes, I really didn’t want to have this conversation right now. Or ever. Never would be good. “Didn’t think you’d care.” I said, shrugging. Good going, Y/n. Is that really the only intelligent thing you could come up with in that tiny head of yours? In my peripheral vision I see him tense, and his eyes widen considerably. What did he expect me to say? That I was sorry for leaving all those years ago? That I was so desperately in love with him that the sight of him embracing Arwen Undómiel was too much to bear? No, my pride could never admit that, especially not now. “You didn’t think I would care? Y/n, are you ins-” Aragorn starts with what sounds like a hiss. I hold my finger up to shush him as four Hobbits walk into the Inn, soaked to the bone. The leader, a tall-ish Hobbit with curly black hair, approaches the bar and I can practically feel the evil radiating off of him in waves. I knew he was the one I was looking out for, he was Baggins. Aragorn gives me a ‘we will talk about this later’ look, yet still follows my gaze. His body language changes drastically when he spots the small men and I instantly know we were sent here for the same reason. “Gandalf sent us on the same quest, it seems.” I mumble as my eyes follow the Hobbit’s every move. Something was... off about them, ignoring the presence of the Ring. They seemed nervous, as though they were waiting for someone. Baggins, or Underhill, as he was called, looked exhausted. The true weight of the Ring was finally making itself known. As the four sat down at a table in the middle of the room, my eyes wandered over Underhill’s companions. The blonde next to him was on the bigger side, he had unruly curls as all Hobbits do, and he seemed the to the more cautious one out of his companions. The two across from him carried a carefree and youthful energy, both with almost golden hair. The blonde one looked around the room with distrust before his eyes landed on Aragorn and I. We were watching them carefully, Aragorn had his pipe in his mouth, and I held my mug snuggly within my fingers. I suppose our watchful gazes set off alarms in the small Hobbit’s head. He elbowed Underhill and whispered something to him, nodding his head towards the two of us. Underhill eyed us, I could see the suspicion and fear growing within him as he took in our appearances. Suddenly, he gestured to Butterbur as he passed by, and over the loudness of the Inn, I barely heard him ask, “The two in the corner, who are they?” Butterbur glanced at us warily before replying, “They’re two of them Rangers; dangerous folk they are, wandering the wilds. What their right names are, I’ve never heard, but round here they’re known as Strider and Randir.” Underhill looked at us again, “Strider and Randir,” he seemed to whisper as he nervously played with something under the table. Time seemed to slow as the younger one of the golden haired Hobbits seemed to yell for all the world to hear, “Baggins? Sure I know a Baggins!” Every pair of eyes flew to the young Hobbit, but he seemed oblivious for he kept speaking. “He’s over there, Frodo Baggins!” He pointed to Underhill, “He’s my second cousin, once removed, on his mother’s side and my third cousin, twice removed on his father’s side... if you follow me.” I sighed deeply and watched as Frodo raced to the golden haired boy, gripping his arm and shouting, “Pippin!” “Steady on, Frodo!” Pippin says, then pushes Frodo away. Frodo stumbled back, losing his balance on one of the many pairs of feet crowded around him. He falls, the Ring flying out of his pocket as gravity takes control. Aragorn and I watch with steady eyes, we could not let anyone near the small, childlike creatures. You never know who may be a spy, waiting, like a jaguar, for the precise moment to pounce. A small hand reaches out to grab the evil jewel, but it just slips through his fingers a moment too late. I wince as Frodo hits the ground, a loud “oomph!” leaving his mouth at impact. Though, my eyes never leave the jewel that seems to be calling my name, tugging at my heartstrings, as it made it’s graceful down a child sized finger. The owner of said finger was none other than Frodo, and the entire Inn gasped in horror as he vanished from sight. There is complete silence for a moment, and Aragorn and I jolt up, preparing ourselves for the chaos that is to come. And chaos it is. Excited, and slightly horrified, chatter explodes throughout the Prancing Pony. I look to each of the Hobbits once more. The blonde hobbit is as pale as a ghost, looking deathly ill with panic. Pippin, who seemed to realize his folly quickly, sobers up quickly. The unnamed one seems to be a mix of the two, a look of complete and utter bewilderment clear as day on his features. Aragorn and I spot Frodo as he reappears in a dark corner, shaking like a leaf and as pale as the wraiths that hunt him. Hidden in the shadows, we stride over to him, unseen by all in the Inn. The man reaches him first, however, and grabs Frodo by the cloak and drags him up the stairs to a dark room. “You draw far too much attention to yourself.. Mr. Underhill.” Aragorn hisses. I roll my eyes at his actions. “You could have been a little kinder to the poor boy, look at him! He looks like he’s seen Sauron himself.” I point out with a small grin, but it vanishes in a second with the look Frodo gives me. It was wide eyed, portraying the terrifying truth in my words. He had, indeed, seen Sauron himself. Aragorn ignores my statement and draws the attention back to himself as he looms over Frodo. “What do you want?” The quiver in the Hobbit’s voice is prominent when he asks this. Estel turns away for a moment to put out the bright and blazing candles. “A little more caution from you, that is no trinket you carry.” He replies. “I carry nothing,” Frodo lies. I watch the situation with interest, though I say nothing. The terror of the Ring was clearly effecting him, and having Aragorn and I practically kidnap him was likely not helping. “Indeed?” The taller man hums. “I can avoid being seen if I wish. But to disappear entirely? That is a rare gift.” He states as he finally reveals his face and the mess that is his hair. I gape at him as I take in his aged features, this time I really inspect him. His grey eyes, his lips, his hair... He was seemingly flawless. Stop it, you stupid girl! You have a task at hand! Shaking my head to clear those impeccably true thoughts, I barely hear Frodo whisper, “Who are you?” “Are you frightened?” This time, it was I who spoke, bringing the attention of both males to me. I say those words with a slight edge to my tone, and it could sound like mockery if we weren’t currently in a dire situation. Frodo looks me dead in the eyes. “Yes,” he says honestly, I almost laugh. “Not nearly frightened enough,” I uttered lowly, and narrowed my eyes. “We know what hunts you.” Aragorn adds, making me grimace. The Nazgûl were nasty, terrible creatures who should have stayed dead and rotting in their tombs. A noise from the corridor bursts our eerie bubble, and the three of us jump towards the door. In come three determined Hobbits carrying a chair, a candlestick and fists as weapons. I had to admit, their bravery was to be commended. The blonde one bellowed, “Let him go or I’ll have you, Longshanks!” I couldn’t help it, but I burst into laughter, giggles spewing from my mouth as I recounted what just happened. Maybe it was the ale, or maybe the fact that I haven’t spent more than thirty minutes in another persons presence in sixty-seven years, but that comment was the funniest shit I’ve heard in a long time. Everyone in the room turned towards me with bewilderment and confusion written all over them, making me laugh even harder. I had tears rolling down my face and my cheeks and stomach hurt from my sudden chortling. After a few moments, my hysterics died down a bit, demoting themselves to light chuckles every so often. “I- I’m sorry,” I babbled. “Please, go on,” I smiled and waved my hand in a dismissive manner. The five men looked utterly disturbed and puzzled, but it was Aragorn who finally said something, though it was quite dark and ominous. “You have a stout heart, little Hobbit, but that alone won’t save you.” He turned to Frodo, “You can no longer wait for the Wizard, Frodo. They are coming.” After that we quickly devised a plan, and quietly made our way to the Hobbits room and stuffed pillows under the sheets to make it look like little people sleeping. Then, we grabbed all of their packs and brought them to Aragorn’s room, and we waited for the inevitable. It had to have been two hours of silence before a single word was said by any of us. The Hobbits had already gone to bed, snuggled side by side on the large mattress. Aragorn and I sat across from each other by the window, watching for any sign of the dark servants. I was playing with my dagger, twirling it between my fingers and stabbing it into the wood of the window sill, lost in my many degrading thoughts. “Why did you leave?” Aragorn finally asked. I looked up to see him watching me intently. I stilled, dumbfounded. Out of all the things he could have said, he asked that? Gracious me, we are supposed to be watching out for the Black Riders, not sharing sob stories! Trying to think of a semi-intelligent, semi-vague answer, I finally came up with “My heart led me elsewhere.” It wasn’t a lie. But it wasn’t the truth. Before he could respond, however, I spot four Nazgûl riding into Bree. “Aragorn,” I call out and point to them as they make their way inside. The air thickens as heavy footsteps come up the stairs. I hold my breath, as does Aragorn, even the Hobbits seemed to stop breathing. Please, Valar, let us go unnoticed. It seems fate was feeling generous, the Ringwraiths strut right into the trap. And they stab. Over and over again, right into the pillows we set up just for them. I wince when I realize that it have very well been the Hobbits in place of those pillows if we hadn’t done something. Suddenly a deadly screech fills the air, followed by three others. No doubt they discovered the trap, and were positively pissed. I listen intently as they fled the Inn, and as they mounted their black steeds and left Bree, I hear multiple identical screams in the distance. My shoulders drop and I instantly breathe a sigh of relief. It worked. Our plan worked. “What are they?” Frodo’s quiet voice questions from behind me. I look back to see him wide awake and seated on the edge of the bed. “They were once Men. Great Kings of Men. Then Sauron the deceiver gave to them Nine Rings of Power. Blinded by their greed, they took them without question, one by one falling into darkness. Now they are slaves to his will.” Aragorn answers grimly. Sensing that he wasn’t going to say any more, I add on to his statement. “They are the Nazgûl, Ringwraiths, neither living or dead. At all times they feel the presence of the Ring, drawn to the power of the one...” I trailed off. Our two voices fill the air in unison as we conclude, “They will never stop hunting you.” ⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙ TAGLIST @entishramblings (please tell me using my ask box if you want to be tagged in future chapters)

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ignitification · 4 years ago

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LoV Colour Analysis Part I: Shigaraki Tomura.

As this analysis would be quite too long to read in one go, I decided to split it into three parts, each covering one of the Three Main Villains of BNHA (Shigaraki Tomura, Himiko Toga and Dabi).

All three do denote a precise and powerful colour scheme, but on today’s episode I am going to focus on the Leader of the League of Villains aka Shigaraki Tomura or Shimura Tenko.

Shigaraki’s colour pattern variates from Red (shoes and eyes), Black (his usual outfits, his hair when younger) to Light Blue, Grey and White (colour of his hair, skin and hands).

The interesting fact is how Shimura’s colour evolve with his persona and Quirk. The third paragraph is dedicated to the colour Yellow, which is not part of the palette associated with Tenko, but I included it because it adds to the detailing of Shigaraki’s character.

(Spoilers ahead! & tw/: mentions of canon-compliant violence; death)

I.) From Black to Light Blue to White

During his growth, evolution as a villain and person, not considering the one spurred from his Quirk, Tenko’s hair undergo a quite big development. While the colour of his clothes stays more or less stable (being black throughout the entire series), what differentiates his eras is the colour of his hair. In his childhood, before manifesting his Quirk, Tomura’s hair was dark (strikingly similar to the one both Touya and Izuku sported). This changed to light blue/grey in his years until last arc, where after being himself an experiment under the hands of Doctor Death (Kyudai Garaki is a very creepy man) to inherit the original AfO’s Quirk, his hair becomes snow white (as a result of the transformation, I would believe - but it might as well mean another thing which I will talk about later).

Beginning with maybe the easiest association: the colour black.

A little note of the fear association: in this case, I would like to interpret it as Shigaraki being aware of his decaying Quirk and freak people out because of that, and because of his external looks, which do look like the one of a decaying child.

Power refers definitely to both his position and his Quirk, in this case - which make him stand out even more. However, the strength in this case, in my opinion, is more a smoke screen: black is also worn as a protection from external damage, as in stress and emotional backlash. This creates a barrier between the subject and the world, protecting internal emotions, and hiding its vulnerabilities, insecurities and lack of self confidence. The emotional trauma, the ‘hands shield’ Shigaraki derived, in a way, from his trauma and from being confronted with something, has shaken him to the core since childhood, and in this case the clothes serve to protect him from himself and his ‘actions’. In this aspect, him wearing black as a child might also stand for him trying to shield himself away from his parent’s judgement and stare, while protecting his will to want to be a hero, despite their negative reaction to any hint of that. These meaning are, in conclusion a full circle: one calls for the other, especially in Shigaraki’s case.

Black is also associated with mystery, evil and aggression. Shigaraki is written as an enigmatic villain, cold-hearted, devoid of any humanity and the will to full front destroy everything in its path. And while the meaning perfectly fit to how Shigaraki should be, I do believe that this is a very superficial and banal description of such a complex character.

One thing which I found particularly interesting about this colour and its relation to Shigaraki, it’s the rocky tie that appears between black and its meaning as in rebellion. This aspect might refer to two different conditions: it might suppose a certain degree of refusal and hate for authority (The society at large), and at the same time the rebellion from his own family/persona/mentor, which could entail a fundamental foreshadow for Tenko’s destiny.

The color black affects the mind and body by producing feelings of emptiness, gloom, or sadness.

I think here again, this might just an extermination of the feeling that have been torturing Shigaraki from the inside since he was a child, and that he himself has not acknowledged, which also stands to explain how he tries to feel that void or to ‘eliminate the scratch’ that has been tormenting him, and that knows no peace.

Furthermore, In Japanese culture, the colour black mainly denotes non-being (apart from mourning) and evil-heartedness in a person. This meaning is consistent with the personality described to us by Horikoshi: Shigaraki Tomura ceases to be a person at one point, when his consciousness gets subdued by AfO for a while. It is important to note here, how White (on the other side of the spectrum) is also the colour of death and mourning.

Not entirely worth mentioning, is that black is the stereotypical colour worn by villains and bad guys in different fictional environments.

(Light) Blue/Grey.

Just a reminder: neither grey nor blue are explicit colour in Tenko’s palette as a character, but I think they are still important and since greyish blue (the precise colour oh his hair) has not its own meaning, I took the freedom to actually associate the two separate colour in association to describe this period of transition between black and white.

The phase in which Tomura has Greyish-Blue hair is the longest one (in terms of years), but also the phase of passage (which consequently is the phase he is exploring, and is in the ‘grey zone’, where things are just getting defined and there are no absolutes). Grey, in this sense, sports both characteristics from White and Black (depending on the shade used), and even if not explicitly used for Tenko, it still represents a landmine in his development.

The colour grey is an ‘unemotional’ colour. It is detached, neutral, impartial and indecisive - all traits that can be reconnected at Shigaraki. Indeed, it is after his encounter with Izuku at the mall where he recognises why exactly (or so he thinks) he rages and wants to bring destruction to the world as known. This indicates how he has been striving for a real purpose, like the one Stain has, in order to actually understand what he is doing and evolve from the child the Heroes define him as, to a Villain with the capital V. He does relate to reality in partial ways, while he tries to define his identity as something that has died inside of him, Shimura Tenko, and at the same time the part that has lived on through the memories he removed and the hands which accompany him. He does not know which part is stronger, and trying to figure it out he tries and fails, only to try again. To confirm the shaping of Shigaraki, indeed grey is a conforming colour and most of all it struggles with identity, which is arguably the most prominent trait Shigaraki presents during the first arcs of the story.

On the other hand, Blue symbolises coolness, passivity, fidelity. Somehow it reverberates the meaning of grey, while at the same time enhancing its other effects (it being emotionless and calm, undecided but also flowing). Blue is also indicator of depth, wisdom, confidence, and intelligence (among others). This also confirms the precedent meanings (of especially white) and it adds another dimension to Tenko’s character. It is clear how he feels deeply, and is still very clever in its own way. Still, this development and phase serves for him to obtain the other characteristics proposed by blue, especially wisdom and confidence (refer to Black where I said how sometimes the clothes are a screen to hide his true feelings).

Blue is a colour that’s constant and unchanging, which contrasts with grey and brings forwconstant struggle in Tenko. Blue is also nostalgic. Curious is how blue lives in the past, relating everything in the present and the future to experiences in the past. I think that this is what blue is about with Tenko: he struggles to look forward, to forgive and let go because he never forgot his dad, his grandma or even society for when they had brought upon him as an innocent child. His bringing up has been focused, after all, on his developing his constant feeling of sadness, rage and gloom and the necessary power to express them in confident ways, which could bring destruction forward. Tenko is a puppet in AfO’s hands since he has ‘saved’ him, so I think this is why the sentence in which Shigaraki tries to break free from AfO’s will is a break point for the story, and for Shigaraki as well.

Blue is also known for being deceitful and spiteful, depressed and sad, passive, self-righteous, emotionally unstable, weak, unforgiving. It can also indicate manipulation, unfaithfulness and being untrustworthy.

Indeed, it is after that Izuku sees Tenko being kneeled over by AfO and his presence that he understands that Shigaraki too, is human and that maybe the reasons for his rage and absolute hate for everything he comes across have deep roots, which is why even if he cannot forgive him for all the pain he has brought, he wants to save him.

Finally, the paler the blue the more freedom we feel - which brings me to my theory on what, throughout the years Tenko’s hair have been ‘decaying’ and bleaching out. I think that as a child, Tenko is caged and tries to break free of his cage, of his ��itch’ but he cannot because he does not realise what it is, and there is no freedom for him to actually understand. The first time he uses his Quirk, he feels finally satisfied for the first time. He tasted freedom for the first time, and now he wants to do it again and again. Growing up, however his ideals become blurry and he does not understand what he actually wants. He does know that the hands on his body represent what he has lost and what is actually still there with him, giving him strength and will, but at the same time he does not know what is beyond there. Which is why, after he goes through the transformation by Garaki, his hair becomes white: he gets rid of the insecurities, of the shackles that have stopped him from actually achieving his goal, or rather to pursue it freely. His ultimate goal, after all, is to get rid of his ‘itch’, which, in its own way, it’s his language to say that Shimura Tenko wants freedom.

As a note, Blue is also the colour of the Throat chakra. It is located in the throat, but it is linked to the throat, neck, hands, and arms. This Chakra is linked to speech.

Final remark on blue: this colour is one of the most important lucky colors in Japan ( together with yellow, white, purple, green and, red) - and all the colour associated with Tomura, except for black, is indeed considered lucky.

White

White, is an inherently positive colour, is usually associated with purity, innocence, light, goodness, beginnings, possibility and perfection. However it is also described an dperceived as cold, impersonal and bland. Shigaraki after his ‘transformation’ is the perfect soldier: he is very powerful, to a fault, and represents a new chapter in not only his own life but as well in the one which has been conducted by AfO, as he sees him as his vessel. The fact is that the beginning of a new Shigaraki which is flawless, in appearance, is a very well constructed lie. While he should represent perfection, first of all his transformation has not been entirely completed and furthermore, while it does represent a clean slate in his check, is also the possibility, reality coming through for AfO to take advantage of the body new, which Tomura must preserve. As the new Shigaraki however, has his ideals very present and wants to fight for them, to protect his feelings and his ideas, it is anyway a struggle for both him and AfO to juggle through everything going on Tenko’s mind, and emerge victorious. This is also the most interesting aspect of this colour: the goodness and inherent purity which comes from this colour implies a purification process in Shigaraki’s character, who instead gets fixed even more on him not wanting to forgive society and insisting on going on his rampage, because at the same time he cannot let go of these feelings, because now they are the only thing which make him go forward.

White is usually used in contrast to black, and represents the dichotomy of good and bad.

The psychological meaning of white is wholeness and completion. This also refers to the meaning and falls into the category of ‘perfection’: it is a new beginning, but at the same time it represents the closure of a cycle and the beginning of a new one: a perfect one, which represents closure (‘The Circle’). Tomura is supposed to be the new complete weapon at AfO’s will, but as I states before this is a fought point (between the two of them).

White, in cultures that believe in reincarnation is held in high regard. Indeed, they sustain how white is a sign of rebirth.

Technically, Shigaraki has been reborn. What I mean is that he has transformed himself into not a new person, but in a better version of himself, he upgraded - and now of course going back is not an option. He has been held in a womb, breeding his new potential and now he became an individual whose strength far surpasses normal, his quirk control is absolutely insane and as well his memories, ideas and feelings are heightened. The theme of rebirth, which I think fits both Shigaraki and Dabi, is used a few times in BNHA, but as for Shigaraki it is very literal and very clear (after all he has been asleep for a time, just to wake up and fight an entire war against the Heroes). It is clear however, how his personality has been rebirth too: while he was not insecure, but more hesitant, now he is sure of his objective and he thrives on achieving it. What distinguishes therefore the old Shigaraki from this new one is the knowledge of being powerful and therefore being able to accomplish what we wants.

Finally, white inherently denotes death and mourning too in the Japanese culture, as well as black. Here, we are mourning the old Shigaraki, and the loss of the traits that instead made him a little bit more human, and a little less like God himself.

II.) From Red Eyes to Red Shoes (in association with both Izuku and Katsuki)

I already talked about the colour red in regard to Izuku here, but if we take the same meaning and apply it to Tomura instead, we get a different picture. It is no mystery how Izuku and Tenko are foils for each other, and that they resemble each other in different ways (starting from them sporting red shoes, to their characters, being ‘accepted’ and trained by a mentor, and so on).

Red is the colour of extremes. It appears clear how Izuku and Tenko represent the opposite extremes: where Izuku is enamoured of heroes and idolised them to an unhealthy point, even though he comes from a background where he has been discriminated by that same society because he was different, Tenko is disillusioned with the society they live in. He wants to destroy to the ground, because he cannot find it in himself to forgive anyone who could and did not extend him a hand when he needed it. At the same time, both Izuku and Tenko believe that to a certain extent what they had done has been ‘deserved’, and are not entirely focused on their own well being.

Red is also an attention-bringer. As I already noticed for Izuku, it is very curious how both wear red shoes, as a way to try and separate themselves from the rest, trying to escape the opinions of other which have labelled them in a way, and of course at the same time trying to take control and wanting to be the best in their own ways (hero or villain, that is).

Red is also the colour of blood, of rage, anger as well as desire, leadership and strength. I want to make a point which I do not know whether is important or not, however, a fact that struck me hard is how Shigaraki’s irises are very very small, and it somehow seems that he tries to compensate the little quantity of red of Shigaraki with wearing red shoes. This might be an indicator how Shigaraki strives to achieve these qualities, but at the same time he needs to put a lot of effort in it, and furthermore it somehow feels different from when we compare it to Izuku: even if both are charismatic leaders, Shigaraki is very dispassionate about it, while Izuku frequently denies how his influence might be fundamental when it comes to other people (Katsuki, All Might, 1A). However, Shigaraki does reflect in his personality, the venous desire to be angry, aggressive and destructive as it what his power entails, and after all what has been taught to him. I noticed as well a post (which unfortunately I cannot find) where it says that Shigaraki has a very high tolerance pain (again, the parallels with Izuku are insane), which also reconnects somehow to the colour red as we saw how Shigaraki himself even if tired (LoV vs Machia/LF) or absolutely bloody and at the brink of death is instead held up by his will to destroy (Shigaraki vs Heroes).

It relates to danger, power, determination and action. Well, Shigaraki and danger go to hand in hand as well as determination and action. After all, Shigaraki’s Modus Operandi is Trial and Error, which means he is not afraid to be wrong and to try things out, even if he is stubborn and ways things to go his way, every time (when that rarely happens in general).

Red is indeed determined, powerful, impulsive and aggressive. It is also tied to self-preservation. Although true for the most part, the self-preservation is still a massive blank point.

He is bloody, and even AfO is telling him to rest and preserve his energies (even if here, my counter argument would be that it would be easier for him to overtake Shigaraki’s body if he is weaker, so I do not know how reliable this is).

The color red in Japanese culture denotes strength, passion, self sacrifice and blood. It Also stands for good luck and happiness. Which is still very amusing to me, as Shigaraki feels like the farthest character away from achieving happiness, and his passions and strives are all useless unless he gets rid of his master puppeteer. However, Shigaraki embodies the self-sacrificing spirit. Even if it might sound strange, and he is not very willing to be himself in the front lines (at least not always), he does approach ReDestro himself and takes him on, while leaving the League to deal with the rest.

III.) Yellow

Surprise, surprise! Yellow, in the Japanese culture stands for Courage, while usually the Western culture associates it with Cowardice. It is a funny thing that it also stands for betrayal, sickness, egoism and madness on the negative side, however it is rather a holy colour, usually associated with deities on the other side.

Since I am not going to include yellow in the association paragraph, it is not a case that black reacts badly to yellow, and forms a very unpleasant colour, which means that the circumstances which follow either do not mix well together. However, it is also true how the most resonant contrast between yellow and another colour is given by black.

Plus yellow is the colour of the Solar Plexus Chakra and it is the symbol of vitality and will. All these elements, however present in a very limited amount in regard to Tenko, are telling of the aspect of authority (reconfirmed and amplified by black) and somehow, the lack of bright colours of Tenko makes the little yellow details resonating of a sad picture, as it embodies more the negative sides (egoism, sickness - and in part sickness).

Colours in Association.

Black used in contrast–particularly with white or yellow–does create energy (especially the contrast on shapes and just power that the image of waken up Shigaraki creates in the last arc is enough to send this message). It is as well true that black when used in opposition with white, symbolises the eternal struggle between day and night, good and evil, and right and wrong - a thing that for Shigaraki is somehow a metaphor and a literal representation of himself as a character. A perfect example would be the struggle he has with AfO for his body, where he struggles between his internal feelings and dreams and instead the evil will imposed by him by AfO, as well as in terms of consciousness where him being present and conscious is the day, while being subdued to AfO’s will in the Night.

Black usually represent the end, but the end always implies a new beginning. So when the light appears, and black transcends to white, it instead the colour of new beginnings. I already talked about how rebirth theme and the new beginning on new ideals and dreams is represented for Tenko by the colour white, however it is interesting also to note how his change in personality brings him from his childhood dream to being thankful to AfO who raised to him, but wanting to be even greater than AfO himself,- metaphor for Tomura’s life as being free from shackles of reality.

Bluish-Grey is also defined as ‘livid’, an adjective used to describe anger or decoloration of the skin (caused by bruising). This colour gives a sense of detachment - which also goes to review the colour grey and blue, in them being interpreted together as an entity, and how Tomura feels a detachment from his own memories, and past life, as well as his future (When Did We Ever Need A Future?) and instead seek meaning in everything that surrounds him.

Red and white are prominent traditional colours in Japan. Both colours are used in decorations at events which represent happiness and joy.

On a non serious note, Shigaraki’s date of birth is 4th of April, and casually the colours associated with April are Burgundy (deep red) and White (according to the Japanese etiquette).

And finally last remark for this post: it is very funny how Shigaraki’s palette is somehow almost the same as Bakugou’s (with the exception of green - which I would like to interpret as if Bakugou did not have Midoriya as his side, he could have ended in a far worse position, with no hope and no one to compare to).

Thank you for reading.

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anoramactir · 3 years ago

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hmmmm how about my Amell? Ella's pretty tall, has a wonderfully dry sense of humor, and a certain affinity for being able to make the decisions that even my duty devout Cousland struggled to make. She's just a bit more morally grey. She's also a huge fan of dressing in ornate jewel toned and embroidery heavy clothes. Loves frogs and rats and snakes and anything kinda quirky. Big gardener. Loves wine and the arts and just being kinda elevated. Also collects a lot of gems and rocks just because she thinks they're pretty and interesting. She does struggle when people don't have the same kind of decisiveness she does, and her tastes are kind of eclectic when you put them all into action, but she's very loyal and there's really never a dull moment when she's around.

DESCRIBE ONE OF YOUR OCS TO ME & I’LL TELL YOU WHICH ONE OF MINE I SHIP THEM WITH.

👀 what a babe omg. my first instict was my cousland, aedan? i bounced a few more ideas around because i thought a da oc is too easy, but he just fits so well. like, first off, he just likes tall women. this is an established character fact. also... okay, ik this sounds like a pretentious forbes article, but i’d call him a visionary? he has this very idealistic + grand idea of the future, both for ferelden and for the wardens. he’d benefit from someone able to pull his head out of the clouds, someone who can make the tough decisions when he’s having trouble admitting there isn’t a perfect solution. and reversed, i just find morally gray characters softened by a more virtuous partner v sweet. a ”i don’t believe in the goodness of the world, but i believe in yours” thing? i know it’s v cliché, but it’s popular for a reason.

he’d be all too happy to spoil her with clothes and jewelry and whatever. the cousland coffers might as well spoil ella, since they’re there. his mabari might eat pet rats, but aedan was a typical boy once, always chasing his mom with frogs and snakes. (not that she was really scared, but she def pretended to.) it’s cute that she likes critters! it makes him nostalgic, and he’s not exactly squeamish. he admires her decisiveness and he’d always be up for whatever excitement she wants to drag him into.

#gorotakemura #thank u for sending this in <3 i hope i gave ur baby a good match #ask games

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tiredbiostudent · 4 years ago

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also if anyone was interested! here’s a list of everywhere I went in Norway and yes she got a little long and I am feeling a little nostalgic:

1. Bergen: this is where I lived from January to July and I cannot articulate how amazing she is <3 forever in my heart even if you’re rainy 5/7 days of the week. I am never not thinking of the mountains and skillingsboller and clammy grey days. Fun fact: usually in May there’s a 7fjelltur in which you hike all 7 of Bergen’s mountains. It was cancelled for covid BUT since I feel compelled to prove things to myself I did it on my own and hiked like. Almost 50km in 14 hours according to my phone. Highly recommend!

2. Troms region (February): my first time ever to the arctic and it was INSANE. This was my favourite trip and I think abt it like every single day sdjkfsdkjfb. Stayed in Målselva, went cross-country skiing and snowshoeing and did a roadtrip around Senja (surreal)! It was pretty overcast the entire time but we still saw the northern lights and they were amazing!! Also I was so excited to be back in snow and cold weather (even though the coldest it got was -10) :D

3. Rosendal (May): post-lockdown interlude, this was the first place I went! It’s ~2 hours by boat (the view itself is worth the ride wowza) outside Bergen at the beginning of Hardangerfjord and it’s absolutely spectacular! I’m so glad we (me and my roommmate #socialdistancing) got to go when we did bc baby goats and spring-time weather!!! So cute I miss u

4. Stavanger (May)- a convoluted 5hr drive from Bergen, but the coast reminded me so much of Atlantic Canada :’)) We hiked Preikestolen (v quick and easy for the amazing view you get!!) and timed it perfectly since it wasn’t too busy and the weather was awesome.

5. Norheimsund (June)- super cute town at the beginning of Hardangerfjord + a quick bus ride from Bergen (<2 hrs I think?). Walked behind the ikonisk waterfall and wandered around town and the docks. Very fun day trip !

6. Nordhordaland (June)- went on a little hyttetur på fjellene and it was soooo nice. No cell reception + sleeping in a cabin = happy Abbey.

7. Sognefjord (June)- roadtrip to the end and back around the biggest fjord in Norway and it was very fun :D v warm weather and a little rushed bc we had so much to see but still incredible (the stave churches were so cool!!). Stayed at two farm airbnb’s which was <3

8. Møre og Romsdal (June)- this was suuuuch a fun roadtrip too and some of the most beautiful views I have ever seen <3 Camped on the edge of Oldevatnet, hiked to Briksdalsbreen (the glacier), camped again on the edge of Geirangerfjord, hiked Skageflå, drove down Trollstigen, toured Ålesund (sigrid stans ifykyk) and saw the puffins on Runde!!! such an incredible trip

9. Oslo (July)- was supposed to go to Oslo-Copenhagen-Stockholm over easter break but obviously that didn’t happen lol. So I went solo to Oslo by train (7hrs) and it was amazing! I’m not a city person but I ended up loving Oslo way more than I thought I would. It was so clean and cool and very clearly built for people yk?? I walked everywhere bc I wanted to see everything sdfhsdf. Went to [redacted #] of skam locations, the opera house, the Munch museum (and saw The Scream?!), Frognerparken, the royal palace, botanical gardens, etc etc.

10. Trolltunga (July)- before I even landed in Norway I was dying to do this hike but since I had no one to go with (3-ish hour drive + a 30km hike, not smart to do alone lol) I’d accepted I wouldn’t be able to do it. And then out of the blue I get a text from a friend of a friend asking if I wanted to go the next day and I was like um?? Yes???? The weather was perfect and even though the hike was super busy it was AMAZING and such a good way to cap off my stay in Norway bc I was literally leaving one week later :(

I also went on many a short trip around Bergen and Hordaland, mostly to hike! So if you saw someone trekking around Vestlandet with a little maple leaf patch on their backpack that was me :~)

#I wish I still had my detailed google maps I made for each trip (re: virgo) but I think they're deleted #also #do I have to do the youtuber disclaimer where I talk about how grateful and lucky I am and in no way trying to brag <3 #like I hope it's obviously how much being in norway meant to me especially being able to safely travel and be outside during the pandemic #I had never been to europe before this! so yes everything is big and meaningful and special to me prob more than it should be but #enjoi #mine #norway #long post

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jyunshiim · 4 years ago

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𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬; 𝙨𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 *✬★*’☽* ✬ ⤷𝘒𝘪𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘶 | 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 2

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Eventually, you had to depart from Kihyun which broke your heart since you felt rejoice whenever you hung out with him. It reminded you of summer when you, Kihyun and Changkyun used to spend your warm evenings on rooftops and empty fields near lakes, your head on Kihyun’s lap and Changkyun whining to lay on his lap instead. The playful fights between you and Changkyun when you argued who’d be the first to hug Kihyun after your lively evening together. It was nostalgic to think about whilst you waved Kihyun goodbye, his skin gleaming as the sun inched closer to the horizon. His hand intensely gripped at the handle, his unoccupied hand waving you goodbye as the bus jolted again driving to the next stops. Kihyun sighed and looked out of the window again hoping you’d run after the bus waving at him but something did change and you stopped doing it. There was a shift. He shook his head in disbelief and chose to ignore whatever he heard, he just wanted to go home. The vehicle remained stationary and Kihyun looked at the stop he was at and luckily he arrived to the right one so he released his grip from the handle and gripped his bag strap instead and vacated the bus swiftly and stood under the shelter whilst observing the grey, dismal sky. “you must be joking,” he sighs just as the grey clouds become darker and seem to be saturated by rain. He looks in his bag for anything to shelter himself with although there was nothing so he had no other choice but to run to his home which was an additional 3 minute walk. He bolts down the streets as the rain begins to plummet down to the cool concrete. Kihyun looks around and sees a couple under a jacket running under the shelter on the other of the road. He ignores them, he doesn’t have time to think about that right now. Finally, he arrives at the metal gates guarding his front door which he pushes open and runs towards his front door.

He frantically takes off his shoes, tripping over his family’s footwear, staggering into his living room. “Kihyun, you’re soaking! Come here!” his concerned grabs a clean towel and ruffles Kihyun’s hair dry; “you must be so cold! Luckily I made some soup today.” She pats his back. Kihyun couldn’t help but smile at his mother being so compassionate. He smiles and thanks her before going into his bedroom, unbuttoning his wet shirt and leaving them on the floor. He stared at his ceiling; he felt so.. empty? Maybe because he was hungry again but regardless, he grabbed his phone and the blue light beamed onto his face. There were a few messages from you and some messages on the group chat between you and Changkyun.

You: hey! Are you home yet? If you are, do you wanna play later? :]

You: Also isn’t it your friend Hyungwon’s birthday soon?

You: Kihyunnn

Kihyun replies to your messages;

Kihyun: yeah I just got home and it was pouring out there and yeah it is very soon how did you even remember that?

Kihyun: Uhh also for being online, [he thinks for a moment] maybe, my mother wants a family dinner.

You: plssss :< I miss playing with you <3

Kihyun sighs as the pair of you exchange some text messages before Kihyun had to go and have dinner with his family. You sit back in your chair a chamomile and ginger candle lit at your desk next to the bunny plushie Kihyun gave you, the flame dancing the music softly playing through the speakers. You had to study since you have been throwing it off for a while, so your pens and highlighters were scattered across your desk. Your puppy sits near your desk; “did you miss me today?” you pet Lucas before going back to your textbook. You realised prom was also a couple months away and you were thinking to ask Changkyun to be your date to prom, maybe you should ask Kihyun what you should do or maybe even Irene. Sudden fluttering intruded your stomach and you looked at yourself in the mirror diagonal to you and catch yourself smiling. You couldn’t help it. You check to see if anyone is online and of course, none other than Changkyun is in the waiting lobby for a game. Impulsively, you grab your headphones and join the game;

“well well well, look who it is again,” Changkyun’s voice sounded cheerful even through a pair of headphones, “Are you stalking me Dumpling.” He laughs since he knew you hated that nickname but he liked to hear your reaction. “Stop calling me that!” you pleaded. “are you pleading? Are you acting like your little puppy now hmm?” he mocks you. “Oh my god Kyun, shut up and start the game.” You sigh; you felt your heart palpitate slightly, the nervous butterflies swarming your stomach. A few minutes pass by, round after round, the pair of you sharing wins. “ where’s Kihyun?” Changkyun asks. “oh, well he said he was having dinner with his family, did not not message back?” You look at your phone the time stamp reading READ 6:45pm. “He read the message, maybe he’s studying?” Changkyun suggests “maybe I should do that too,” you lean into your chair again, groaning at the workload for school since it was inching closer to your final exams, “maybe we should have a study group!” your exclamation startling Changkyun on the other end. “Hey, we did have one but someone decided they didn’t wanna come,” Changkyun sighs; “yeah that was you, Kyun…” you remind him making him chuckle. “ah yes, of course it was but maybe we should prioritise it now…”

Kihyun was sat with his mother in the living room, his head on his mother’s lap as she gently caressed his hair. Kihyun felt calm. He looked at his phone.

You: what do you think of study group again at Lucky’s Coffee? Like the old days!

You: it’d be good to share ideas and stuff like we did during study period at school!

Kihyun: yeah, that sounds cool :)

That emoticon felt strange

Kihyun went online for a little while to notice the ‘active 45 minutes ago’; a pit fell in his stomach, but it was fine, he wanted to play to relieve some stress. He gripped his controller and leaned back into his leather seat spending the rest of his night alone, playing something. His phone was flashing blue, notifications flooding his screen, which he didn’t see until it finally stopped. After a long session of gaming, Kihyun got bored and sat against his headboard and unlocked his phone and it was none other than you. You were asking to go to karaoke on the weekend with Changkyun and Irene, asking questions about the study group and also a question that stood out the most to him; how do I tell Changkyun how I feel? Kihyun didn’t even know himself so it was hard to give that advice and it was even harder when he had feelings for you, his best friend. He replied to all the messages before laying his head down and facing the wall, the sudden warmth of his sheets embracing him, his body sinking into his mattress as he drifted off very quickly.

The following morning was dismal and rainy. The 6 am clouds loomed over the city, hitting against the window to your room. You woke up to your dog at your feet and your lamp still lit from the night before however not only that, so was your computer on the loading screen. You were waiting for Kihyun but you feel asleep as your body hit the mattress. You read the replies from Kihyun as you roll out of bed and slip your feet into your slippers and stumble tiresomely through the door to the bathroom although your brother was taking his time for the last 20 minutes. “Hurry up,” you groan as you crouch outside the door, your phone sitting at the crease of your hand. You text Kihyun; “Good Morning, wanna grab some breakfast with me today?” you send with a smiley emoji. As Kihyun is drying his hair with a black towel, he grabs his phone off the desk and reads your message, pressing your name and opening the chat log.

“Yeah sure. Where do you wanna go or what do you want to eat?” he replies back. Kihyun puts the phone back onto the desk and finishes getting ready. He decided to wear his white shirt and cream coloured v neck vest that had blue and red strips at neck. He buttoned his cuffs and slipped on his maroon blazer, grabs his bag and heads for the door. It was ten minutes to 8 and Kihyun was on his way to get the bus to get to your house. “No breakfast today?” His mother asks as she sets breakfast for the rest of the family out. “oh um- I promised a friend I would get breakfast with them” he smiles nervously before shoving his feet into his shoes and dashing through the door catching the bus on time. He unlocks his phone and replies to you; “yeah, any café sounds go, I’ll be there soon.” He locks his phone and puts it into his pocket. Luckily today he came prepared and took an umbrella just in case.

You tap some lip tint on your lips, smearing it around with your finger, putting it back into your pouch and back into your bag. You spritz here and there your new fragrance and smile to yourself contently. You see Kihyun outside and you run to meet him outside; “the bus came quick today!” you sounded extremely cheerful today. “yeah, less traffic I guess, I don’t really know,” Kihyun nervously laughs. You and Kihyun walk to the nearest café around the corner and sit at the bar stool seats the look outside; Kihyun gets 2 steaming cups of coffee and two chocolate croissants. “wow, we haven’t met up before school in so long,” you sigh as you sip your piping hot coffee although you hiss at the hot liquid burning your tongue. Kihyun’s jumps and asks if you’re okay and passes you his water bottle to cool the tongue down. “no no, I’m fine thank you,” you take a napkin and pat your bottom lip. “is that a new lip tint you’re wearing?” he asks noticing a new shade. “yeah! I didn’t expect you to notice.” Of course, you wouldn’t, why would I be looking at your lips in the first place?

“look who it is,” Changkyun smiles and drapes his arm around Kihyun “bro, is your phone alright?” he takes it out of Kihyun’s blazer pocket. “nope seems fine to me, why haven’t you been replying to us?” He looks at Kihyun concerned as they walk to class together. “I’ve just been busy with my family, nothing much really plus I felt a bit ill yesterday because of the rain.” He nodded to himself. “ohh fair enough, don’t die on us like that bro,” he squeezes his arm. “how did little puppy get so good at video games?” Changkyun pulls you close to him. Your heart skips a beat and your cheeks flush a pinkish hue. Kihyun notices and his hands bury in his pockets and he clears his throat; “doesn’t her lip tint look nice on her?” he asks Changkyun, Changkyun turning his head with a smile to inspect your new lip tint. “wow, it does look nice on her, can I have some too?” he smirks knowing that it has an affect on you. You nervously laugh, “um no, it was expensive okay?” you scoff jokily. “how about the tint on your lips hm?” he squeezes you from your side. He did not just say that – Kihyun thought. “We can hang out after school if you want?” Kihyun suggests to you, and only you. “Not inviting me are we? I need to get a new moisturiser; can you help me?” He looks at you starry eyed. You nod at him, your cheeks aching from smiling so much; “Well, coffee is on me then I guess?” he pulls you and Kihyun in.

Period 1 – Business studies. It was a class that dragged on for hours yet you somehow loved to learn about different strategies and using statistics. You flip you pen between your fingers, your knee bobbing under the table as you tracked the time on the clock above the teachers desk. 25 minutes to go. You glance out side the glass window of the door and you see Changkyun waving at you, pointing towards the cafeteria – that was his way of saying there all in there today- you tilt your head and he makes his way. “um, ma’am what seems to be so interesting outside that you cant focus on your statistics?” your teacher taps her fingers on her desk. She was intimidating. “oh um no Miss, I just got distracted” you clear your throat. “hm okay,” she looks back at her computer. The bell finally rings and you were dismissed to break; you see your friends and Irene at the table today. “hey! Changkyun and Kihyun got you a drink and a snack, someone seems to be popular,” Irene nudges and whispers into your ear; “so which one will you pick,” she smiles smugly “ what do you mean, they’re my best friends?” you whisper back to her. She sighs and shakes her head, “text me later alright?” you nod in affirmation and look down at the table to see a strawberry smoothie drink and a gimbap triangle on the table. “thanks guys,” you smile at them. Kihyun leans back in his chair next to you and scrolls down his Instagram feed. “you’re awfully quiet today?” you prod his arm. “Yeah, just a bit tired today,” he croaks, “nothing much to be honest.” Jooheon was in your study period today accompanying you since the other three were in their classes. He was working on his music and was working hard to getting the highest grades to get a scholarship to go abroad for his degree course. “psst, hey,” he leans over the table to get your attention. “hm?” your response was instant since he never usually spoke in study periods, “have you noticed Kihyun acting strange lately?” he pouts thinking, “He said he’s been studying a lot so that’s what I assumed, why?” you stop writing and question him. “oh… nothing he just seemed abnormal but if that’s it then I guess now I know,” he smiles “how is university applications going?” Jooheon seemed intrigued. “Well, I got my place into Seoul University and all my other ones too but I’m definitely picking Seoul!” You respond to him certain you’ll go to Seoul. “cool, cool, I’m planning to go abroad to be honest, have you told the others about your acceptances?” he asks and you shake your head. “We promised to keep it until prom.” You nod. “Ruthless, how could you keep it for that long, I’d be so happy to spread the news!” Jooheon’s jaw drops at how good your secrecy skills were, “well, we wanna surprise each other you know?” Jooheon nods, understanding your point.

The basketball court was empty but that’s where you waited for the boys. You take your mirror and your lip tint, dabbing it onto your lips and smearing it with your finger; you reach into your bag for a tissue. “Hey there Dumpling, tissue?” he hands one from his packet. “What the fuck? Where you just watching me?” you elbow him. “watching you put that lip tint on that you said I can’t try? Yeah, I’m jealous you can be just as pretty as me!” His laughter immerses your heart in admiration. “wow, you’re so cocky!” you punch him. Kihyun wonders over, his plaid jacket over his shoulder; he strides over and greets the pair of you. “Hello, Lovebirds,” he glances at Changkyun and then you, “waiting for me? Let’s go.” He walks ahead. “Lovebirds? That’s new, do you see me and Little Dumpling together?” Changkyun shoots a playful look at Kihyun and you. “why would you say that Kihyun?” you fiddle with your fingers, a nervous pit falls in your stomach. Kihyun grabs your hand, “well maybe we should be lovebirds then?” he tried to let his playful side arise. “WOW! Kihyun, do you like her?” his eyes scan his expressions but all Kihyun gave was a side smile, “that was a quick assumption Kyun, jealous because I’m holding her hand?” The atmosphere was tense and almost too tense for you so you changed the subject. “there’s a corndog stall just before the mall we could have some of that or just go to a cheap little restaurant, I really want jjajangmyeon!”

At the shopping complex the three of you went to, you were looking at new jewellery and makeup for prom – especially the more pinky red tones. “This one would look good on you,” Kihyun picked a scarlet red lip tint and handing it to you to try. You already had some on so you turn to Changkyun, who was asking earlier to apply some for some reason, and beckon him over. “lemme try this on you, I already have some on,” you unscrew the lid and move closer to Changkyun. You could feel your heart beat out of your chest and your throat go dry. You elevate yourself, standing on the tip of your toes to apply the tint to his already pink lips although he lowers himself down for you, his eyes that captured the starry night, gazing back at you like you were the stars. “Do my lips look kissable yet?” his husky voice was low, it made you melt on the spot. It was to no surprise he’d say something along those lines – although lately he has been making remarks like this more frequently- but it caught you off guard. “h-huh, what?” you gulp. “Lips, kiss kiss” he moves closer and Kihyun returns to see what was happening and he clears his throat. “Just kidding, do you like the colour though,” Changkyun stands back straight and looks at Kihyun and back at you. “come on then let’s get this, you both must be hungry yall acting weird as hell.” He grabs a box of the shade you tried on him and heads to the tills.

“was he going to kiss you? Did I interrupt or something?” Kihyun asks, his heart aching ever so slightly. “n-no, that wasn’t my intention I didn’t know he’d do that!” you defend yourself. “did he make you feel uncomfortable, I’ll tell him to not make your uncomfortable just let me know and I’ll-” Kihyun was cut off by you; “no, he didn’t don’t worry. He’s not a creep for sure it’s just my feelings making me nervous but thanks for watching out for me.”

The evening went by quickly. The three of you enjoying your time together as much as you couldn’t until the evening came to an end and the departure began. You took the bus home with Kihyun again, his forehead pressed against the cool window pane and his bag between his arms. “are you asking Irene to prom?” you ask Kihyun, his head whipping to you like a deer seeing head lights for the first time. “why? Why do you ask, are we not going together?” his voice sounded upset, almost similar to sounding heartbroken. “oh no, I just thought you guys should because I wanted to ask Kyun to be my date, is that okay?” you sound like you were asking for permission but you didn’t want to sound condescending or rude by just stating it as a fact ‘I’m going to prom with Kyun, you go with Irene’ that’s wrong. “oh um I’ll just go with the boys and Irene then,” he nods and looks away to the busy evening streets. “oh my, really!” the excitement and relief floods your system, “you’re the best Kihyun, I love you so much!”

You love me the wrong way…

School was different now. You and Changkyun have very frequent flirtatious encounters and conversations and everyone began to catch on. Yet, Changkyun didn’t make a move yet. After school, specifically your evening classes you asked Changkyun to wait for you so you could walk home together or grab a coffee, to which he didn’t deny to. After making one last trip to your locker the locker is slammed in front of you making you jump. “KYUN! You scared me fuck sake,” you open it again to get your phone out. You both walk out, talking about whatever you usually talk about until you stop. “Changkyun…” you voice softens and you reach for his arm but he takes your hands into his and just holds it. You gulp before proceeding what you were going to tell him; “Firstly um.. I wanted to say that I-”

“I have feelings for you…”

“…I have feelings for you.”

You stop and nervously gulp and trying to not lose composure, your hands gripping his harder. You couldn’t believe your eyes or ears, did he really say it back? “Hey, don’t freak out but I thought it was obvious enough that I liked you?” he chuckles “who would’ve thought you’d return the feelings.” His hand rests on the back of your neck and you felt your cheeks burn like they were set alight. Your lips quiver nervously; his lips softly left a dainty kiss on your cheek and nothing more. “I wanted to ask if you’d be my date to prom? Is that what you wanted to ask me?” He smiles ever so purely. You nod. “well, today is your lucky day then!” He pulls you in for a hug. What the fuck just happened? He kindly walks you home and your mother sees him; “Changkyun, long time no see, come in!” she invites him in. “Oh thank you but I have to get home to help my little brother but maybe another time.” Your mother frowned. She saw Kihyun as a son but she had a strong liking towards Changkyun since you started high school.

School was different since the day Changkyun confessed to you. You weren’t expecting it at all but there you were, in an empty corner of the study room, with Changkyun next to you and Kihyun sitting opposite you. Whilst you were guiding your eyes across your page with your pen until Changkyun’s hand rested on yours on the table. Your instinctively moved your hand but you looked up at the distraught face as if he made you uncomfortable on accident. He mouthed, “I’m sorry” before turning back to his textbook, one hand resting in his lap; your hand glides over to his under the table and the hairs on Kihyun’s neck rose. He looked up to see you stare lovingly at Changkyun. It shouldn’t have bothered him so much, but it did. You gently pulled his hand closer to you and intertwined your fingers with his. He smiled at you, his hand burying in his free hand although when a teacher walked towards the table, you let go. She was searching for Jooheon; “is he not in today?” Kihyun asks. “no, this isn’t like Jooheon, I’ll ask for someone to phone home,” she stared you and Changkyun down. “work hard Changkyun.” Her voice was stern. Jooheon was actually performing today and no one but Kihyun knew. “He’s performing? Where?” you ask Kihyun. He answers your question before quietly going back to studying and checking his wristwatch.

Changkyun’s name flashes up on your phone and a smile is drawn across your face. You grab your phone and sit on your bed and tap at the screen to reply at the message. He asked when he could you and that Kihyun told him that he’d meet you both there. You sighed, you felt bad for leaving Kihyun out like that although you did try to get him a date – Irene – but it didn’t work out sadly.

A few weeks later…

Prom was surreal. The aura felt surreal. You sat at your dressing table and you twist the lid of the lip tint you bought with Kihyun and Changkyun and tapped it onto your lips and your apply some glitter to your eyes. You add a few more curls to your hair with your flat iron and spirts your perfume and turn around to look at yourself in the full length mirror. As you admire yourself, you hear someone at your door and a knock following it. “Hey Dumpling, it’s 7pm and I’m here to take you away,” he smiles looking down, standing up straight before walking closer to you. “I got this for you,” he pulls out a pink rose from behind him and hands it to you, his hands locking fingers with you. “first of all, that sounded so scary,” you laugh as you push him, palm on his chest but he hold your hand there. “wouldn’t our first dance be like this?” his arm wraps around your waist before your mother walked in and ruined the moment. “you should catch a taxi now by the way,” he points to the door “oh and don’t forget an umbrella!”

You didn’t think an umbrella was necessary so you didn’t take one but you and Changkyun sat at the back on the taxi. You were texting Kihyun;

You: hey! We’re on our way now. Are you there yet?

Kihyun: not yet, I’m waiting for Jooheon but he’s fixing his tie and we’ll leave. See you there

Kihyun hadn’t seen you yet and he knew for a fact it’d be like seeing something so heavenly for the first time. Not long after, everyone was together. The music, the lights, the crowds of people celebrating their final time together all in one room. You saw Kihyun holding a small bouquet of flowers until her saw you walk in hand in hand with Changkyun. Everything went grey and cold and his finger tips numb. He didn’t know what to do with the flowers, so he disappeared into the sea of people and returned, empty handed. You wave at Kihyun and the others and coverse with them until Changkyun and Kihyun went to get; Kihyun started a conversation with Changkyun.

“do you you really like her or is it a one time thing?” Kihyun asked, his tone bitter and dry.

“yea, I would believe so… I do like her?” Changkyun replies back “why do you sound… upset? Were you both a thing?” he questions as he stops what he was doing and turns around, “Is that what this is all about Kihyun?” Changkyun catches on quick.

“did you tell her you’re moving to the states or are you gonna hurt her by telling her last minute?” Kihyun bit down on his teeth hard, inhaling sharply.

“I- I haven’t but I’m sure she’ll understand right, she isn’t one to throw a fit Kihyun,” he puts a hand on his shoulder “It’ll be fine..” Changkyun smiles.

No, that wasn’t the point! Why can’t you get the message!

“I like her Changkyun and you knew I did but you go and confess you like her too?” Kihyun bites his lip drawing a little blood. “but she expressed her deep admiration for me, what else could I do? Break her poor heart?” There was an immediate silence. “Alright, this is in your hands…” Kihyun’s voice was harsh. Changkyun had never seen Kihyun so upset and hurt about something before after their years of friendship… hopefully this wouldn’t break the bond.

After a few hours, near the end of the night, the special event was taking place. King and Queen. “they do this in the states, I’ve seen it in movies-“ Jooheon jumps in excitement. “you’re too excited for this-“ you nudge him “let me be excited!” he smiles. Everyone goes quiet and mutters to each other who they think the winners would be. The girls who tried to get Kihyun’s attention waved at him from a far; “they definitely voted for you,” you scoff “why do you sound so disgusted, am I not worthy of prom king?” his gaze was strong, intimidating almost until he realised and smile to soften the mood. “Well Kihyun of course you are but those girls are trouble…” but during the conversation you were having with Kihyun you both missed the winners. You and Kihyun. As cliché as it sounds, you and Kihyun won. Everyone’s eyes were on you and Kihyun and you could see Changkyun at the back clapping for you, his eyes full of love and a hint of pain. You both received your prizes and from then on everything began to spiral…

“Since we didn’t tell each other where we’re going, let’s say it now in 3… 2...” you count down but you were interrupted by Changkyun. “I’m moving to the states for the rest of my studies.” He blurts out and gulps nervously hoping you wouldn’t think much of it. “w-what-” the smile drops and your face pales. “I’m mo-” he repeats but you stop him. “don’t tell me again, I heard…” you stare at him, eyes pooling. Has your heard already been broken? “why did you confess to me then?” Your dainty voice cracks. “because I wanted to and I knew you were going to do the same but-”

Everything sounded like it was underwater. You heard a faint ‘I’m sorry’ from him. You couldn’t hate him for moving that far, you couldn’t take that distance. Kihyun’s arm wraps around you and you immediately bury your head into his chest. Of course your childhood friend would always be there. “hey, don’t cry it’ll ruin your makeup” Kihyun tries to comfort you. Jooheon and Irene exchange awkward looks; “umm hey Irene should we umm go home?” Jooheon suggests, Irene fake yawns, “Yeah I’m getting tired, see you guys exam week,” She pushes past Changkyun and Jooheon follows.

Changkyun regrets his decisions, he should’ve stayed quiet. You regret yours too. The relationship couldn’t go on but luckily there wasn’t a proper start either. “we can still talk and be friends and despite the fact I like you.. that wont change,” he begins and you look up, your lashes wet from tears, “but feelings change with distance Kyun… sure we can be friends but god..” you tried to console yourself and so did Kihyun. “I’m sorry, I-I don’t know what more I can do…” He gulps. “maybe we should just depart for tonight and let the energy calm down” Kihyun suggested, “I can take you home if you want? He asked you and you nodded. “You can join if you want,” he gave Changkyun the option but he shook his head and said he’ll go alone. Everything was messy and your feelings should’ve been concealed. At least Kihyun was there to comfort you.

And I always will be.

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sylvie-writes · 4 years ago

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Summer Heat

Summary: in which the reader and her husband Andy go for a nice bike ride amidst the summer heat.

I’m making this a headcanon (My 1st at that) bc I have zero inspo atm

yeah, there is a shameful self-promotion in here if you see it.

kinda unedited, so plz pardon any mistakes

Labor Day was right around the corner, signaling the ending of summer. Soon you’d be going back to work and now was the only time you could spend with your husband.

The weather was an enjoyable 70 degrees, perfect for a bike ride. One that Andy had suggested last night over dinner.

“And tomorrow’s high will be 73 degrees, ideal weather folks!” The meteorologist then tuned off for a commercial break as you turned your attention from the tv to Andy. You could see the gears sharply turning in his head, pensive, as he mindlessly picked at the chicken.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about babe?” Reaching across the table you lightly tapped Andy’s resting hand, his head popping up from his daydream.

“Huh? Oh!” Your words replayed in his head as he hadn’t heard them in the first place. “We should go for a bike ride tomorrow. Ya know before work starts, just you and me.”

Andy looked up to you and held your hand that was once gently laying on his. A winsome smile stretched across his face.

“Sounds like a plan, bestie.” Happy with your answer, Andy resumed his dinner, you getting up for some salad.

For the bike ride, you wore some light denim shorts and a simple cantaloupe colored t-shirt, Andy wearing a red short-sleeve button down and grey shorts.

While Andy removed the bikes from the racks in the garage, you situated two water bottles and both of your wallets and cell phones.

Upon entering the garage, you stopped dead in your tracks to see Andy lifting your cruiser bicycle off of the rack, his shirt practically hermetically sealed around his arms, the buttons struggling to hold on. Once your bike was down, he went to grab his own, watching you out of the corner of his eye, making sure his movements were slow.

The two of you always goofed around, whether that be making jokes or just teasing each other.

“Muscle, baby, muscle.” Walking by, you dropped Andy’s water bottle into the holder, then tapping on his biceps as he laughed deep within his gut. Before you could walk away, his arms caught your waist, spun you around and pressed a short yet sweet kiss to your lips.

Once the two of you had your things together, Andy closed the garage while you pulled out your phone, playing a Spotify playlist that you shared with your husband, a hodgepodge of many songs.

Starting out on the street in your neighborhood, you realized there wasn't a plan for the day.

“Hey ‘Drew, where are we going exactly?”

The two of you rode side by side, making it much easier to communicate and keep track of the other.

“Into town! I was thinking, ice cream!” A devious grin grew onto his face. Andy knew you wouldn’t say no and that’s exactly what happened.

Turning out of your neighborhood and onto the sidewalk, your phone suddenly switching from “Don’t Stop Believing” to “Wannabe.”

Visibly you cringed and shook your head, about to change the song suddenly noticing Andy... attempting to dance while biking, singing along to the words.

“C’mon babe! Sing along!” You laughed at your husband’s puerility.

Ever the ham, Andy was doing this to embarrass you, to which your giggles would most definitely erupt. Your nervous habit.

The man really didn’t care if any of yours or his friends drove by, you were his wife, someone he could be a total goober around.

Finally you caved in and joined him.

“If you wanna be my lover, you have got to give.”

Eventually after a couple of nostalgic songs, you both made it into town and at the ice cream parlor.

A bike rack was cemented out front of the shop, convenient for you and Andy to lock the bikes up there.

Walking into the ice cream parlor, you both were met with a rush of cold air, or maybe it was just cold because you had been biking for quite some time now.

“Hello.. Oh! Hi! Mr. & Mrs. Barber what can I get you?” The young girl’s personality lit up once she saw your faces. Everyone in the town of Newton pretty much knew who your husband was, also making you just as known.

Returning a friendly smile to the girl, you ordered three scoops of mint chip, your’s and Andy’s favorite ever since college. (As mentioned here hehe)

Taking two spoons, you sat at the table where Andy happily eyed the stack of ice cream sitting in the bowl in front of him. Handing him the spoon, you giggled as he immediately dug into the mint chip, looking at you utterly confused.

Mouthful of ice cream your man-child answered…

“Wut?”

Some ice cream dripped down his bearded chin and you quickly reached for the napkin, dabbing his chin and dramatically sighing.

“Why have a child when I have to take care of you?”

Removing your hand from his face, Andy just shrugged his shoulders going back to mining through the ice cream scoops.

Exiting the parlor, stomachs full, your arm was wrapped in Andy’s as you strolled to the bikes. Just as Andy was about to unlatch the bikes, you stopped him.

Looking across the street you pointed to the little dress shop, the displays in the window shining from the afternoon sun.

“I need a dress for that charity dinner, that may I remind you, is the one you are dragging me to!”

Andy’s work was hosting a gala for an extension on one of the buildings.

You didn’t want to go, but your husband had to be there. Of course he didn’t want to show up either, yet he’d rather suffer with you and your jocular complaining, there to entertain him.

Compliant with your request, you both crossed the street and entered the boutique, many rows of handmade dresses lining the aisles.

Andy picked out two dresses while you already had two of your own in hand. Gladly, you took his picks and headed straight for the dressing room, a bench in front of it so you could showcase.

The first dress was a dusty rose, A-Line, asymmetrical chiffon evening dress. It’s three-quarter sleeves, stopped directly at the elbow, perfect for the upcoming fall weather.

The party was the first week of October but you wanted to get this shopping over with now.

The second dress, Andy had picked out. A burgundy floor length gown, tank sleeves and a v-neck that was stunning. Along the left leg, a slit that ran up to your knee, presenting your legs and your future choice of heels.

When showing that dress to Andy he looked up from his phone, absolutely stunned. You were always able to take away his breath, as cheesy as it sounds.

The third dress, a navy blue maxi dress. Long lace sleeves that were surprisingly comfortable.

And finally, the fourth dress. A grey cold shoulder midi dress, with some lace on the chest.

All of the dresses Andy loved, which really didn’t help. You specifically brought him along for his opinion.

So maybe you were a little indecisive on your own…

After a few minutes of debating, you received an answer.

“I love the burgundy one.”

And you agreed with him.

At the counter, Andy fought you to buy the dress to which you stubbornly replied that you’d buy it yourself.

It was a running game in your marriage. The two of you would always “fight” over who would pay.

“Just save us from the knock-down drag-out and let me pay!”

You both were really too good for each other, but in the best way possible.

The lady at the shop had politely offered to hold the dress so you could come back and get it tailored tomorrow. Very helpful since you only had bicycles as the chosen mode of transportation.

By the time you had finished dress shopping, it was already time for dinner, the ice cream dissipating and no longer able to quench your hunger.

The bicycles were still latched to the rack as you and Andy sat on the bench beside it.

“You hungry?” You nodded and Andy pulled out his phone looking for places to eat, you doing the same.

Ten minutes later, Andy had found a pizza parlor about 3 miles away, an easy bike ride for you both.

The pizza parlor chosen was your typical family-run restaurant, simple yet delicious food.

After being seated, the two of you were starving, so hungry that when the waiter came for drink orders, you also put in the pizza order.

For the twenty minutes that ensued, you and Andy shared a basket of bread, making conversation about work and such.

When the pizza showed up on the table, it was like a saint had arrived. Your empty stomachs figuratively thanked you both at the first bite of pizza.

Like ravenous animals, you both scarfed down at least two slices in a matter of minutes. Pausing, Andy looked at you and you did the same.

Setting the pizza down, the two of you just started laughing at your messy guzzling, pizza sauce on both of your faces.

The people around you were probably confused at your sudden outbursts. Then again who cares?

Once again, you wiped Andy’s face, him doing the same to you. As you wiped the sauce from his beard, Andy caught your hand and kissed your wedding ring.

“You truly are my best friend, (y/n). I don’t deserve you.”

Andy was most certainly your best friend and you his.

Eeekkk im literally screaming. I looove andy. Sorry for the crappy writing, yet thanks for sticking through it.

#andy barber #chris evans #andy barber x reader #andy barber fanfiction #andy barber x you #andy barber imagine #chris evans x reader

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obsessionsposts · 5 years ago

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Tw: toxic relationship / emotional manipulation at the end / non-con use of drugs.

In the harsh forests of Siberia, there lays a forlorned man kneeling in the ground ; as he observed his sole friend being eaten by the serrated teeth of the snow.

He didn't know which is worse the icy winds that threatens to graze his skin, or the empty void that keeps on growing gradually to enrapture him in a spectral of sorrow; leaving him without a light and any shred of hope.

Not that it mattered anyways, Vladimir was born alone; lived his life alone and probably will die alone.

When the hamster drowned completely ; the man grumbled and stood up to make away to his estranged family whom visits him scarcely in his shack of solitude.

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" приве́т, брат. как дела? ", a familiar care-free voice echoed through the Siberian larch shack.

" Здравствуйте, младшая сестра.Я в поря́дке", replied Vladimir in a monotone tone.

A few minutes have passed, yet the situation kept on getting awkward between the estranged siblings. Until, Dunya abruptly disturbed the silence with her sugary voice.

" Brother, l may not visit you frequently. However, I fret alot about how negligent you've recently become not only toward us, but also toward yourself. So, I have an idea to remedy your desolation. ," the Belarusian suggeted awaiting the response of the reticent male.

"What that may be ? It won't work. No matter any attempt I've conducted to burn the memory. At best it haunts me, at worst, it depletes me.", came the cynical voice of the large man who is huddled beside the fireplace.

"Please understand that I give you my word that this time you'll- , she was cut off by Vladimir.

"No! You lack understandment. If you did understand me back then, why did abandon me? Now, don't try to manipulate me with your sugar-coated words,dear sister", his voice filled with loathe and disregard toward his traitor of a sister. Not that she was of his own blood, which proves his point people are discrenibly not to be trusted.

At one point, they'll take what they want from you; and then they will abandon you at any chance they get. He wont let it happen to him again. Never again.

As he ignored the wailing of his pathetic sister to stay and consider ; he left his shack and decided to go to the nearest town to meet one of the few people he came to trust. (Y/n).

His beloved snowflake.

His latest hope, that he'll make sure to persevere this time.

It's his turn to be selfish and take his reward for all the years of agony and loneliness.

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A jingle was heard notifying you that a customer came. Only to be pleasantly surprised, that it was the the russian regular customer; Vladimir.

Well,at first he intimidated you; with his structure,lack of expression,and his nihilistic attitude. With time, as you got to know him better he is such a fascinating and kind man despite the rumors spread about him.

The enormous brunette approached you with a stoic expression decorating his visage, however you knew better that he was glum.

"What seems to trouble you,Vlad? You appear to be out of it today, more than the usual?", you asked concerned about him; considering Vlad repress his emotion which isn't a healthy outlet as of you red about.

Another thing, he cherishes about you that your concerns and frets are genuine. Alongside, your intellect that sparked both his mind and heart alike.

" Нет, just stressed. I want to talk to you,if you're not busy.", he huffed as he inserted his large hands inside the pockets of his overcoat.

" No, not all. Considering I am about to close the shop now. I don't mind accompany you. Just give me a momento~ and I'll be ready.", as you left to close the shop; you didn't notice the ghost of a smile contorting through the face of the brunette russian.

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"So, what are up to,Vlady? and care to share why were you upset? I don't want to be pushy, but If you'd like to share then I am all ears", you remarked and poked the towering man inflicting a warm feeling inside his heart. Just like the sun he rarely saw.

Sighing, as he began to retell about what happened a month ago along with recent happenings.

The way, he spoke about his best friend passing hurt your heart- reflecting your true nature as an empath- and the cold anger of his when he spoke about his family.

You wondered what happened to represent such hate. No matter, what matters now is to bring Vladimir spirits up.

"Say, what would you like me to do to bring your hopes up? Anything you'd like!", as you encircled your arms around his waist or in your case below his stomach.

The warmth of your bodice and it softness clashed against his rough and cold ones made him realize, how much of an important factor you represent in his wretched life with his wretched family and wretched luck.

In addition, if anyone did what you did he will forcefully push them aside. But, you! you are his everything as much as he will be your everything soon enough.

Now, the door of opportunities had granted him this chance to enrapture you in his grasp forevermore; thus he will take it with an iron firm hands.

"да,please. Follow me to my lodge,маленький", offering his hands to you.

Grasping his hands, you began to walk aside him to his abode.

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Nothing,but the howling of the wind was heard ; as the both of you strolled toward his domicile. Vladimir reached his pockets to grab the keys and open the inky door.

"Such an interesting and intricate place you got,Vlad. Did you buy it?", stepping inside of the well-decorated abode. Said abode, was built upon black wood, and everything here are made of either wood or rarely metal.

Yet, it captured your interest as you are a fan of vintage architecture such as this.

"Glad you like it. However, I hadn't bought it. If, anything I built from scratch as I have an interest in building structures."

"My, that's amazing!,Vlad. You're such a talented man", you complimented his craftsmanship as you laid your hand at a woman in bridal clothes made from various type of wood.

Meanwhile, as you were immersed in the details of the house ; Vladimir brewed some tea for both him and his wife-to-be.

' It seems that you took my den to your liking. Good, adapt. Because, from on you'll be living here ;you'll become one with me and won't have the chance to leave me.'

" (Y/n)? May you come and chatter with me over a cup of tea?", Vladimir beckoned you as he sat in an umber chair; which is in front of a circular chocolate brown table.

"Sure thing.", trotting toward him with a sparkle of interest residing in your eyes. On the other hand, your guts is telling you otherwise. However, you ignored it. That was the last strike, before your fall down.

" Remember our first meeting? Nostalgic as it may be,but it always have a special place in my dormant heart", the brunette sipped his tea as he awaited your response.

" Indeed, I do !. Infact, I do too cherished and it is very sweet of you to say that. Considering, you're a grumpy bear usually", you remarked playfully,sipped your tea, and watched him glare at you halfheartedly.

" V-vlady, what's happening all of sudden. Why is everything so dizzy?", you spoke as you watch the world around you swirl and black spots began hazing your mind. Before you plummeted to the ground, a large arms had caught you in their arms. It wasn't warm this time,it was deathly cold similar to the embrace of death himself.

The last thing you saw were; Vlad's bloody irises and a cold smile gracing his visage.

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Once you awakened from your stupor, you were met directly with the bloody orbs of the person whom took advantage of you.

" Ah! маленький. You've awaken; its seems the drug didn't last long. No matter, what truly matters is that you're with me now." ,Vladmir crawled closer to you. Thus, you started to take a step from your former friend.

"Why are you doing this Vladimir? Why? after all we've been through; you do this", your eyes began to drip in tears as you screamed at your fr- No! at the strange man that possessed your friend.

"Because, you are the only one who cares authentically about me and isn't afraid of me. You painted my grey world with your light. You're the sunshine that I never had, this why I have to keep you away. So, no one would taint you. Can't you see I am a merely broken man shunned and forsakened by his own family?. Yet, you want to take away my chance of happiness,маленький?", Vladimir remarked bitterly,staring intently through your eyes with desolate engraved in his cold dead eyes.

"Just give into me,love. If you won't I might do something we both will regret."

Finally, in the end he have gotten something good out of this pointless life! and he'll will ensure her safety with him as he'll drown her with the love that he never had.

This is a story of man who lost everything,yet he gained something better than everything; eternal love.

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A/n: Hope you like it. Sorry if it took so long and thank you for requesting!

Translations:

приве́т, брат. как дела? - Hello,brother. How are you?

Здравствуйте, младшая сестра.Я в поря́дке. - Hello, little sister. I'm fine.

да - Yes.

маленький - little one.

#yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere hetalia #yandere hetalia x reader #yandere #yandere fandoms #yandere imagines

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pumpkinofthedale · 4 years ago

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Friends... it is now.... well over 13k words and i’m maaaaybe a little over halfway done with the first chapter.... but I am a slut for positive reinforcement.... so here is another excerpt from my cronus fic (I see you and love you)

“Seriously, if you hate it that much give it back.”

“Nope, it’s crispmass and you gave me a gift. Even if it’s the worst gift anyone’s ever given me.” His words were slurred, v’s and w’s blurring together.

You sighed, rolling your eyes and leaning back against the next step up. From this angle you could see lavender from the Christmas lights bouncing off the thin membranes of his fins. And maybe it was the alcohol, or the faint nostalgic music coming from the other room, but you couldn’t help but stare. Polished orange horns shining with little rainbows dots, a small smile on his grey lips. He was breathtakingly pretty.

“At least you gave me a present I guess. None of my other asshole friends did. Like I get most of them are gutterblood trash-”

He just had to ruin the mood, didn’t he.

“Shooshooshoosh.” You grimaced and put your finger on his lips to quiet him and he froze; Stock still, eyes wide as he stared at you like a deer in the headlights. “God, you’re so fucking pretty, but literally everything that comes out of your stupid mouth is ugly.” You snapped. “So just… shut the actual fuck up for a little while.”

His fins fluttered a little and he seemed to look everywhere except directly at you. You realized after a few moments that you still had your finger on him and removed it, but didn’t look away. In the dim light of the room you could faintly see a violet flush tinting his cheeks, another one of those peculiar expressions on is face.

For a few minutes there was a blissful silence except for the muffled music as Cronus worried his bottom lip between his sharp teeth. “You uh... You really think I’m pretty….?” He asked after a while, finally turning to face you.

You shrugged, drinking some more eggnong. “Yeah. When you’re not being a complete and total d-bag, so uh… very infrequently. You’re kind of a douche a lot.”

He let out a soft, breathy laugh.

“But like... physically? You’ve got a lot going for you…. For an alien I guess. Not that I really know how you guys measure physical attractiveness. But by human standards… your aesthetic is immaculate.” You gave him an appraising look and his fins fluttered again. “But your vibes are rancid as fuck, dude.”

His lips curled back in a sneer showing off those perfectly even teeth, and you couldn’t help but wonder if trolls had orthodontics… Were those perfect teeth the product of genetics or did he have to wear braces as a kid. You failed to stifle a snicker at the thought.

It seemed to throw him off guard because the threat display dropped immediately.

“I don’t get it. What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, just alien braces.” You waved him off.

He gave you a quizzical look, but didn’t press you for any more details. He fell silent once more, staring down into the depths of the mug in his hands, fingers fidgeting and clenching. The Christmas music hung heavy in the air.

The snow’s coming down

I’m watching it fall

Lots of people around

Baby please come home

A pang of went through your heart and your grip on your eggnog tightened….

“So where’s this boyfriend you keep talking about?” Cronus asked. “Afraid I’d steal him away from you if he came?” He raised an eyebrow, lopsided grin growing on his face.

You swallowed, sighing and closing your eyes, trying to drown out the Christmas music through sheer force of will.

“He uh… he’s in Minnesota.”

“Gesundheit.”

A soft laugh escaped your throat. “Halfway ‘cross the country.” You explained.

“Oh shit… What’s he doing out there on crispmas?” You chanced a glance over at him, and were surprised to see his brow furrowed, head tilted… he looked… genuinely concerned.

“He lives out there… so does his family.” You were thankful when your voice didn’t crack or waver. “I was supposed to go visit him, but y’know,” You shrugged, “Life happens.”

“Shit, chief, so you’re tellin’ me,” He paused to let out a bewildered half chuckle. “You’re tellin’ me you’re in a relationship and you still ain’t getting any...?” He made an odd, but recognizably lewd gesture with his hand.

“Relationships are about more than sex, Cronus.” You mumbled, trying not to think about the fact that you were going to be very, very alone this Christmas.

“Well, yeah. I know that.” He rolled his eyes. “But like… don’t you get lonely?”

Your jaw clenched, you were simultaneously way too drunk and not drunk enough for this conversation. “Nope. Never.”

Loneliness whom? You do not know her. (If you tell yourself enough, it’ll be true. That’s how emotions work, right?)

He pursed his lips, eyes narrowing as he searched you for something.

Ah fuck, was he making an insight check? Is that what insight checks looked like? Did you roll high enough on your deception?

“Humans are fuckin’ weird as hell.” The sea-troll said after a few moments. “I just don’t get it. Like what kind of quadrant are you even in that that sort of distance makes sense? I’d say flushed but you ain’t even pailing so what’s the point of it?”

“Pailing?” What the fuck kind of bullshit….

“Sex.” Cronus opened his mouth as if to say more, but closed it with an exasperated huff instead. He definitely looked like he wanted to keep probing you (heh) for more information, but he just stared into the contents of his mug.

I’d hold back this tear

But it’s Christmas day

Baby please come home

Michael Buble finally finished his pining, and were immediately assaulted by Elvis pleading with Santa to bring his baby back to him.

Fuck… you could just not catch a break tonight.

The fuckboy next to you was unusually silent, leaving you stewing in your own thoughts like some sort of asshole without distracting you. How absolutely inconsiderate of him.

Finally an overtly religious Christmas classic started playing, tacky, respectable Christmas music that wasn’t constantly reminding you that your boyfriend was halfway across the country and your family was on a different continent.

Actually... a few songs passed (which you’d begun humming along to) before Cronus spoke again.

“Why doesn’t anyone like me?”

His voice was soft as he stared longingly into the other room, past the set of french glass doors where the rest of the party was; silhouettes of people mingling and muffled laughter. “I… I know people don’t like me, I just don’t get why. I try so, so hard… and I just can’t figure out what people want. I….” He trailed off.

You watched him for a moment, but he never stopped gazing through the glass.

“Do you want an honest answer?” Normally, you would revel in the chance to make an exhaustive list of his many flaws, but the expression on his face was so different from what you were used to, and the warmth of Bing Crosby’s voice made you pause.

And you think you may have finally figured out what Cronus was about.

He looked at you with big violet eyes, chewing on his bottom lip, then nodded.

And everything about him hit just a little too close to home.

“Well,” You took a deep breath, “I… I think I get you now. Where you’re coming from at least… because I’ve been there before. And I guess I want to help you.” And began to explain to him exactly why he was such an unlikable bastard starting with the callous way he treated his friends, blatant attempts at manipulation, his casual use of what you’re pretty sure are slurs, or at least really rude words, how there’s nothing genuine about how he presents himself, finishing on a softer note with the overwhelming amount of body spray and cologne he wore.

And to his credit, he just sat there and listened (though his fins drooped more and more with each new bullet point).

You did your best to be as constructive as possible, but the increasingly dejected look on his face left you feeling… less satisfied than how you would have imagined a moment like this would feel. When you finished, you couldn’t help but reach down and take his hand in your own, threading your fingers together.

He was cold to the touch, skin smooth besides a few thin ridges along the sides of his fingers. He stiffened for a moment before relaxing just a bit, squeezing your hand back tight enough to almost be uncomfortable.

You sat like that for a little while, hand in hand

You took another sip of your eggnog, starting to get a little sick of the taste.

Cronus’ eyes were glassy as though he was blinking back tears, and you felt kind of bad. It was definitely something that he had to hear, and you’d tried to do it as tactfully as possible… but you were very drunk, and you weren’t great with words or comforting or emotions even when you weren’t.

Fuck… you’re pretty sure you heard him sniffle a little.

“If I’m really so awful, why’d you even come over here?” His voice wavered a little, but didn’t crack, staring down into his hot toddy (that you had so painstakingly prepared and was probably delicious as hell and not at all disgusting like Cronus kept insisting).

You took a moment, breathing deeply and giving his hand a squeeze.

“Because no one deserves to be alone on Christmas.” He finally looked back at you again, violet eyes locking with your own… damn even when he was a wreck he was pretty. You wished you were half that pretty when you were having an existential crisis.

And before you even realized what you were doing, you had brought his hand to your lips to place a chaste kiss to his knuckles.

It couldn’t have lasted for more than half a second, but you had never seen anyone look so incredibly flustered in their life. His eyes went wide, almost round like egg yolks with little purple gems in them, a deep violet flush on his cheeks, fins flicking. His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water (you would have laughed if you hadn’t been too drunk to realize the appropriateness of the analogy), but all that came out was a shaky exhale.

Cronus looked away and buried his face in his forearm, a very alien clicking sound coming from his throat, a small smile playing on his lips.

“You know I really thought we had a good black rapport…. I thought you hated me….” He mumbled after a minute with a little drunk giggle.

Well he wasn’t wrong… you definitely hated him. Or at least… you hated everything he represented. Or… you thought you did. “Well, I mean you definitely weren’t my favorite person in the world…. But hate’s a little harsh.” (To say out loud.)

He snorted. “Oh I was definitely waxin’ pitch for ya. I thought that’s why you gave me this gross drink.”

“It’s delicious, and if you keep insulting my beautiful concoction I’m gonna get mad.”

His laugh was breathy, “No, it’s legitimately disgusting as hell.” The troll chanced a glance at you, cheeks still flushed a bit, a candid, lopsided smile on his face. “’m not even pitch flirting anymore, this is the worst thing I’ve ever put in my mouth.”

#cronus ampora #You know i started writing this fic as like... mindless smut #but then i got more and more invested #like... the smut aint coming for at least another probably 20k words and i hate myself for it #because i wanted to flush out his stupid character #i just want him to get better before being rewarded....#but seriously its getting ridiculous how long this is just so i can write smut #like i even have branching off pieces i want to write #i hate this #but also i love it #i just wish i could write faster #but i get tired easily #i'm gonna try to finish the 22nd page tonight #w34ry words #homestuck #longpost

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max-is-tired · 5 years ago

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please can you rant about what happens after Augustus presents himself to Thomas, how thomas will react and adjust and all the others too? plz -🖌

Bullet-pointing the shit out of this again here we go-

(Warnings: swearing, a touch of angst, sympathetic deceit, maybe morally-grey Patton but I’m not sure about that one)

(This bitch is like 1.4k+ words long get ready y’all)

(Also if you haven’t read Once Again stop right here and go read it!! Trust me you’ll need the context :’))

Okay so before we begin we gotta go back to just after Roman and Remus unfuse. Imagine their confusion when, you know, they calm down enough to actually process whatever the fuck just happened. It probably goes something like this:

"THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED."

"THE FUCK WAS THAT, WHAT DID YOU DO??"

"I DIDN'T DO SHIT WHAT ABOUT YOU?”

"Wait, was that the original Creativity?? Like, from before we split up?"

"If that's the case then I gotta say, we were hOT AS FUCK-"

"REMUS NO WHY-"

And basically, they figure out they can fuse back into Augustus whenever they want?? And start doing it mostly in the Imagination, away from prying eyes.

So yeah, in the beginning, they don't tell the others, mostly because that would be a very LONG talk and they don't want to go through that thank you very much.

(How does Remus manage to not blow this secret one day in??? We'll never know I guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

(Also I’m putting the rest under the cut bc this got long)

Anyway, I won’t talk about how the other sides find out about Augustus here bc I’ve got another (bullet point maybe?) fic in the works for that and it’s a goodie so look out for that one ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

As for Thomas, well, I imagine it would happen by accident? Roman and Remus are still around most of the time, so even after the others find out they don’t see any reason to let Thomas know about the OG Creativity not being as dead as they previously thought.

(Also they’re lowkey scared he’ll prefer Augustus to them and somehow force them to fuse back definitively but that’s a whole other can of worms we won’t be opening today ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ)

Anyway maybe they’re fused maybe because they needed Augustus to do Something Important in the Imagination -Augustus, being the OG Creativity and also Roman&Remus combined has way more control over the Imagination than the two brothers ever could, even if he’s working on teaching them new tricks.

So yeah, they’re fused and Augustus is minding his own business when Thomas suddenly tries to summon Roman, but since the prince is currently fused into Augustus the latter gets summoned instead.

Poor Augustus hasn’t been summoned in the real world since e v e r, so he’s got basically one or two seconds during which he goes “oh fuck” before he’s tumbling gracelessly in Roman’s sport, for Thomas’ surprise and the others’ resignation.

“I was busy, you know.”

“We tried to tell him, but he’s almost as stubborn as you sometimes.”

“Love you too Dee.”

(Little backstory: Dee & Augustus had a sort of sibling relationship and were really close before the split, as the dramatic nerds they are. That’s another thing over which Morality and Augustus often found themselves at odds -they’re relationship wasn't… the absolute best, even less during the years leading to the split, and even now there are things they still need to iron out before they can actually start calling each other friends.)

Thomas, a very confused gay, goes “Okay who are you though?? I was trying to summon Roman.”

Augustus, a very tired Side who just wants to enjoy his retirement thank you very much, lets out a sigh and gets up, dusting himself off.

“You might want to sit down, it’s quite the long story.”

Thomas does so, still very confused as he throws the unknown side a cautious glance -Thomas can’t place it, but he can’t help but feel nostalgic every time he looks at the side, as if he were an old friend he hasn’t seen in a long, long while.

Which is strange, since he’s pretty sure he has never met him before.

“So-” Augustus says, straightening his spine and taking in a deep breath- “where to begin?”

During the next hour or so, he tells Thomas the entire story, from his name-

(“My name is Augustus, and I’m your Creativity.”“... Do I have a third Creativity I didn’t know about?”Augustus lets out a nervous chuckle, one hand moving to absentmindedly smooth out his sash. “It’s… a little more complicated than that, I’m afraid.”)

-up to the day Roman and Remus fused again, bringing him back -even if just for a little while.

(He doesn’t talk much about The Split. For him, it’s still somewhat of a bleeding wound, raw and fresh in his mind as the ghost of the pain and terror and internal conflict he had to go through back then still haunts him everywhere he goes.)

(What Augustus doesn’t miss, is the way Patton shifts uncomfortably when he briefly touches the subject, expression shifting between guilt and a touch of shame. A part of him -the one that still blames Patton for all that happened- quietly revels in it, enjoying maybe a little too much the way the moral side squirms and pointedly avoids Augustus’ gaze as he goes on with the story.)

(It’s petty, and he knows it, but Augustus also knows it’ll take a while before he can fully forgive Patton -both for their shared past and his behavior towards Remus. So he just takes in a deep breath and moves on, closing his eyes and letting himself get lost in the story.)

The others butt in once in a while, adding little details and occasionally their own side of the story, and in the end, Thomas simply nods and gives Augustus a tentative smile.

“That’s… quite the story. Looks like you guys have been quite busy in the last few days.”

The others shrug in various degrees of agreement.

“To be clear-” Augustus pipes up, looking strangely uncertain as he pointedly avoids Thomas’ gaze- “I’m not here to take Roman’s and Remus’ place. I’ve stepped away from my place as your Creativity the moment I split for the first time, and I’ve got no intention of taking it back.”

“Oh!” Thomas blinks, taken aback, “oh yeah, of course! I wouldn’t ask you to -not that I don’t like you! You’re a great guy and everything, but Roman and Remus are, well...” Thomas trails off, searching for the right words to say what he wants to say.

“Irreplaceable.” Patton and Deceit tentatively say at the same time, sharing a glance before looking away.

“Yeah.” Thomas agrees, looking somewhat guilty -like he’s somehow betraying Augustus with his words.

But all the king can feel is utter, swooping relief, tension leaving his body as he visibly relaxes.

“It’s okay,” he says, letting a chuckle escape his mouth when Thomas gives him a surprised look, “Roman and Remus are your Creativity and have been so way longer than me -they helped you in ways I never could have, accomplished feats I probably could have only dreamed of. I may be the sum of them, but to be completely honest?”

Augustus smiles, eyes twinkling in pride as he widens his arms in a grand gesture, “Had I been at their place, I’m not sure you’d have ended up where you are now in life. And I’m so, so proud of them for helping you achieve a kind of happiness I probably could have never given you.”

Silence falls in Thomas’ living room, everyone staring at Augustus with varying looks of wonder on their faces.

Then, Virgil lets out a snort, shoulders shaking in laughter. “Dude, that was cheesy as fuck. What are you, a proud papa?”

Augustus rolls his eyes, shaking his head with a smile on his face. “Oh, shut up you little shit. Show some respect to your elders, would you?”

Virgil’s grin only widens, eyes twinkling with mirth as he gives the king a half-hearted shrug. “Nah.”

“It would not be too far off though. As the original Creativity, Augustus could be considered Roman’s and Remus’father, in some ways .”

“Logan, now I feel old.”

“Be careful, next thing you know you’ll start complaining about the ‘good old days’ and start yelling at random kids to step off your lawn.”

“Dee, I’m not above hiding every single one of your bowler hats -I know you have an entire collection you dramatic little shit, don’t even try to deny that- and exchange them for the most ridiculous kind of hats I can think of.”

“You touch my hats and they will never find your body.”

Thomas doesn’t miss the way Patton shies away from the conversation, uneasiness written all over his features as he steals occasional uncertain looks in Augustus’ direction when he thinks no-one is looking.

That’s, however, a conversation for another day. For now, Thomas lets the familiar bickering wash over him, a small, content smile on his face as he closes his eyes and leans back on the couch.

#sanders sides #creativitwins #augustus sanders #creativity sanders #creativitwins fusion au #virgil sanders #deceit sanders #sympathetic deceit #patton sanders #logan sanders #thomas sanders #character thomas #fusion #swearing #there's like #a pinch of angst #the rest is fluff and cute i swear #bullet point fic #maxiswriting

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