#anyway was so nice tbh to just be able to talk to the organizer

[xx-justsomeguy-xx]

big guy looming over the line 💪🏼❄️

[mockerycrow]

UNDER THE SURFACE (Ghost x GN!Reader)

ghost masterlist — ghost icon by @yumethefrostypanda concept post here!

authors note; this is not my best work tbh, i wish i could improve it somehow, but i’m hoping you guys will like it anyway. Pretty sure this is my longest singular post, too! 4.7k words :-)

[WARNINGS: angst, spiraling thoughts, near panic attack, hurt/comfort, inaccurate medical stuff, vague descriptions of physical violence, very brief mention of possible self harm.]

YOU WERE USED to Simon being gone for long periods of time; you have been his roommate for two years now, nearly three. You know he’s military, it’s part of the reason why you were able to score being his roommate in the first place. At first, it was a very awkward arrangement. Simon himself wasn’t a very awkward person, no—he’s actually quite charismatic in his own way, a way that you could get along with. One of the reasons why the arrangement was strange at first was because you weren’t exactly able to get a one on one tour of the flat before agreeing, but you were a bit more trusting of this mysterious man because a mutual friend—Kate—sent you his contact information, considering you were looking for a new place to live since your lease was up.

Simon’s flat was void of any personality, really. Yes, you could tell by the way he organized everything that he had been in the military, probably for quite a while—but there weren’t any photos. No gaming systems; you discovered he did have a bookcase of quite a few books, but it was covered in a layer of dust. Despite this, when examining the books he owned, you could tell they were worn down—definitely loved. It made you smile a bit, seeing the different variety of books. A bit of personality, you think. Besides his room, it was like a completely furnished, no personality flat. You weren’t allowed in his room, not unless he gave you explicit permission, which you honored his boundaries. Simon was kind enough to offer you a space in his home—but you know he was quite weary of you, which was understandable. He helped you move in and you could tell he was watching you and your body language. Searching you for danger—but he slowly warmed up to you.

Another thing that you discovered that Simon was quite emotionally.. constipated. Over the first few months, you could tell he didn’t sleep as much as he probably should. He was always awake before you, and you would always find him in the kitchen, sipping on a hot cup of tea. After a few weeks of this routine—Simon rising much earlier than you, you figured maybe he couldn’t break the military’s strict routines.. Until one night you woke up from the sound of his heavy footsteps walking down the hall. You tensed in your bed and you sat up because Simon was silent as a ghost all the time. You didn’t even know if it was him at first, so in your half-asleep panicked state, you felt for your phone and you texted Simon’s contact, asking a messily texted “is that you walking around?” You blink your sleepiness away and wipe your eye as your phone vibrates with a “yeah. sorry.”

That was the first time you got some notion that Simon was thrown off guard from something, after another week of awakening from his noises, you began to realize that he was experiencing night terrors every couple of nights. His nightmares were never a thing you two discussed, exactly.. It was more of an unspoken rule to not talk about it. You would occasionally find yourself in the kitchen around the time you calculated when Simon would wake up—and you were right nearly every time—and you just.. coincidentally made him a cup of tea. To Simon’s pleasant surprise, you managed to get his tea right every single time. You’ve had your fair share of night terrors, so you knew how it could be sometimes. You wanted to do something nice for him, and he seemed flustered every time.

It took you a while to get used to him being gone for long periods of time. Simon appreciated that you never questioned too deeply into his career, even the times he would come home sporting a new injury, you were always willing to play doctor for him. Simon saw the concern in your eyes and sometimes he would share small stories of what happened, or maybe to get you to stop thinking about his injuries, a small story about his teammates. You slowly learned their names over the course of a year and a half, and you learned Simon’s rank as well. He is a lieutenant, and there’s a man called Captain Price, another man named Sergeant Kyle Garrick, and one more man named Sergeant John MacTavish, who Simon referred to as “Johnny” fondly.

It wasn’t common that Simon talked about work, which is the reason why it took about a year and a half to even get the information you did out of him. Over the time you’ve lived with him, you had decorated the flat to feel more comfortable and home-y. Simon only had a few requests, which you honored, and one of them was no pictures of him with his face showing. You shot him a curious and questioning look, but as always—you didn’t question him, and he was very thankful. You had gotten a few indoor plants as well that didn’t need much caring for and you wanted to liven up the place, y’know? You were okay with Simon not sharing much about his past or his work, because he was willing to listen to your little rambles about your interests and work. You were a bit hesitant, but Simon was very emotive and he never seemed annoyed or brushed you off.

Despite Simon’s reluctance to share anything of his own, he always heard you out if you needed to vent about something. He made sure you knew you could talk to him, even on days where you felt like you had no one to go to. You spent an entire night with him, just talking about anything and everything. It was the first real conversation you felt like you have had with anyone in such a long time. It was also the first night Simon really saw you. He watched as your eyebrows furrowed from uncomfortableness, the vulnerability being nearly too much to handle; something he could relate to on a personal level. So when you started showing these signs, he knew exactly when to change the subject. Simon quickly realized how to read you, and he somehow knew what you needed at different moments.

Simon flies into the airport late at night with a small duffel bag, tagged as a military bag. He sends you a quick “be home soon.” text. Simon doesn’t expect you to answer due to it being around 3 in the morning, and you indeed don’t answer him. He catches a taxi to your shared flat. Simon collects his things from the taxi before paying the driver and sending them off, and Simon lets out a slow breath as he takes in the achingly familiar sight of the place he lives in. He tugs the hood that remains sitting over his head closer to his face, which is covered by a black surgical mask. His hand tightens on the straps of the duffel bag before he approaches the flat building, taking out his keys as he approaches the elevator. Once Simon reaches the third floor, he wastes no time getting to the front door, and he isn’t sure why, but his heart is pounding inside of his chest.

Simon unlocks both the top lock and the doorknob to enter the flat—something he had taught you to do every single time. He pockets his keys as he enters and Simon pauses for a moment because he can’t put his finger on it, but something feels off the second he glanced inside. His eyes trail the living room which is clean, not one thing out of place. Simon takes a deep breath and he doesn’t brush off the weird feeling, because even when there’s no evidence something happened—he’s usually right. The blanket on the couch is perfectly folded and laid over the back cushions, the mini bookcase by the TV is dusted as always, your shoes.. Are not by the front door, but a different pair are..? These either are not your shoes, or they are new. You always warned Simon about bringing people over, and you definitely would’ve told him this time. The lamp is on in the living room, but it seems the lights are out everywhere else. Simon silently goes through his routine when he gets back late at night—taking his jacket off and hanging it up, he leaves his boots by the door, and he drops his keys into the dish.

Next step to his routine is to step into the kitchen and get a cup of actually good quality tea, unlike the shit the military provides him. He fills up the electric kettle and sets a timer on it, grabbing his favorite mug and the box of his favorite tea from the cabinets. Simon glances down the dark hall—he’s seeking for a sign of life from you because you’re usually getting up around this time to greet him. No matter what, you always seem to know when he returns—yet you aren’t leaving your room. There’s no light emitting from the hall nor underneath the doors, and fuck, it’s eating at him. Something is wrong—and what the fuck is it? Simon stands there for a moment, turning his head to watch the blue light blinking on the electric kettle. He watches it blink slowly as he tries to rack his brain for what could be wrong—maybe those shoes are someone else’s, but he could just have a stern conversation with you about it later. Maybe you came back from drinking with friends—no, if that was the case, he knows for a fact your belongings would be everywhere, maybe even a spilled glass of water in the kitchen. He’s had to clean that up a couple of times.

He raises his wrist and pulls up his sleeve a bit to look at his digital watch; it’s nearly 0400 now. Simon puts his hands on the counter, leaning his body weight against it. Did something happen at work, maybe that’s why it feels off? You’ve always had a commanding presence like he has, so maybe— “Fuck.” Simon hisses quietly, hooking a finger into the strap of his black face mask and he rips it off, tossing it without care onto the counter. He leans forward and checks the kettles timer for a second, and then he’s walking towards the hall. Simon passes by his room and he walks up to yours, and he tries to turn the doorknob to peak in to check on you, but—it’s locked? Simon lets out a harsh breath before trying the door again, and yeah, it’s locked. Simon swears under his breath and he knocks on the door, his stomach twisting and turning. Something is wrong, very very wrong, very fucking wrong—

You unlock the door and you open it just enough for you to peak out, and you use your phone flashlight to shine it in Simon’s face. He squints and puts his hand up, his voice rumbling in his chest. “Hey—you locked your door.” He points out quietly, and you’re just staring at him, your eyes wide and alert. Simon’s anxiety lessens, but your reaction doesn’t make it go away. “Y’alright?” Simon drawls out, his hand on the wood panel of the door. You let out a harsh breath and you let go of your phone, letting out a quiet, “Simon..” before you suddenly pull your door completely open, and you wrap your arms around his thick torso into a hug. Simon swears his heart jumps into his throat and then into his stomach, bouncing back into his chest because you hugged him. You two were never particularly touchy like that, maybe a fleeting touch here or two, usual drunken affection from you—but you barely ever hugged him like this, even when he returned from deployments. Your touch burns hot through his clothes, and he knows you wouldn’t touch him without asking, so when you do? He wraps an arm around you, his free arm resting on your shoulder. “Hey..” Simon breathes out, lost for words.

You don’t hold on long enough for the uncomfortable worry to creep up his spine just yet. You rip yourself away from him like he burned you, his hands falling to his sides. You offer a tight, weak smile—one that you could easily play off as a sign of fatigue. Simon’s breath stutters as he watches your hands linger near your chest in a subconscious defensive gesture, your fingers closing into a fist for a moment; as if you’re uncomfortable, almost overstimulated. Simon feels the way for the light switch and he flips it on, and your room looks normal—but you look.. off. You look a bit clammy, almost like you’re sick or bouncing off the walls with anxiety. His eyes flick to your fingers and the skin besides your thumbnail and your middle finger are picked to all hell, and you just.. don’t seem right. All of these.. signs, you’re showing are actually very subtle—he just notices everything about you. Simon knows what food you favor, what your favorite color is, what social situations what you tick, what makes you mad—he knows it all. “Three months went by slow,” You murmur, trying to start a conversation. Simon’s eyes narrow at you for a moment as he watches you back up to your bed; no, you don’t turn around, you back up. You don’t turn your back to Simon at all. Fuck. He watches you lift your mattress, causing him to lift an eyebrow. “They did,” Simon confirms. “What happened while I was gone?”

This wasn’t an unusual question for Simon to ask; but it had a completely different meaning to you this time. You feel your muscles tense as you grab something from under your mattress, and you put it back down. It glints from the overhead light in your bedroom—a.. pocket knife of some sort, a switchblade perhaps. Simon’s eyes narrow at how you pocket it oh so quickly into your pocket. “Nothing much,” You reply quickly, smoothing out your shirt. “Same old same old, work has been fine, uh..” You trail off for a moment, clearing your throat. “Look, let me take a shower—I’m sure you’re itching for something to eat, huh?” Simon watches you open your drawers and pick out some pants and a shirt. The knife comes to mind—why are you taking it with you? “I can make it myself.” Simon responds, his feet planted firmly where he had been standing the whole time. You shake your head and close the drawers once you collect your clothes.

“It’s tradition, Simon. I gotta.” You offer a stronger smile as you make your way towards the door, still avoiding showing your back towards him. Simon watches as you glance at your bedroom window before exiting your room, muttering a quiet “close the door when you leave”, which Simon obeys. He shuts the door with a click, and he watches you quickly scurry down the hall towards the bathroom. “Just let me shower first.” And with that, you step into the bathroom, close the door and you lock it before Simon can interject. He stands there for a moment, stunned. His chest tightens for a moment because you just felt so far away. You’ve created such unwanted distance—even as you’re not very touchy with him, you still bother him for every detail he’s willing to give up when he returns. You are constantly making jokes, inviting him into the kitchen when you’re about to make a welcome home meal—but this time? You were hiding in your room, locking your door, bringing a knife with you—in front of him. Did you think that could slip past him? Did something happen whilst he was gone, to cause you to bring it with you? Is it for self defense against something or someone?— Is it to use on yourself?

Simon feels his stomach turn at his thoughts. He shakes his head and sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. He walks past the bathroom, his footsteps stuttering for a moment in front of the door before he presses his lips into a thin line, returning to the kitchen to make himself some tea, the electric kettle had beeped long ago.

The next late morning, not much was different. Simon only slept a few hours, three or four—as per usual, he still woke up before you. He threw on a pair of sweatpants, and a black hoodie. He made his tea, made you a cup of what you prefer to drink in the morning, and he made a light breakfast for you both. Despite being in the military for a while and relying on cooks as well as MRE’s to get through his days, Simon is a decent cook. He made himself some sausage and fried eggs, and he made a plate or a bowl of what you prefer to eat in the morning. Simon sighs for a moment as he glances at the time—around 1100, and you still haven’t emerged from your room which is odd, especially now that Simon just came back home. He takes a moment to look at his food, and he decides then and there he will drag you out if he has to. Simon scoops up his plate as well as your food, and he heads down the hall towards your room. With his hands full, Simon balances for a second as he gently kicks the door as a way to knock, and then he stands on both of his feet again. “Oi, wake up!” Simon shouts, leaning close to the door to listen for your movement.

It takes a good minute and when Simon is about to knock again; he hears your doorknob unlock and you peak out the door, your eyes wide and alert again, although it’s obvious you had just woken up. You seem to relax when your tired mind’s gears turn and you realize it’s just Simon. You open your door wider and you rub your eye, and he spots the knife in your hand, partially obscured by the door. “Mm, sorry. I overslept.” You say, your voice heavy with sleep, vibrating in your chest. Simon makes a noncommittal noise before holding out your food, which you stare at for a moment you take it, your lips twitching into a weak smile. “Thanks, Simon.” He waits a few seconds, and you nearly shut your door on him.

Thanks, Simon. That’s all??

“Can I eat in your room wit’you?” Simon gruffs out, feeling sudden determination from this weird act you have going on. You blink for a moment and then you nod. “Just give me a sec.” You murmur. You shut the door in his face and he hears you shuffling about, moving something—sounds like your mattress. Are you putting your knife away??—and then you open your door, gesturing for Simon to walk into your room. Surely you don’t think you can hide this type of thing from him of all people, right? Why are you hiding it from him?

Simon enters your room, and you close the door behind him. You never used to do that—“What happened?” Simon stares at you for an answer, watching your face contort in a bit of confusion. You don’t say anything at first, and when you were about to open your mouth, Simon speaks. “I mean this in the nicest way possible—do ya take me f’a wanker?” Your jaw drops for a moment, your eyebrows furrowing. “What? No, of course not, Simon. Nothing happened, I’m not sure why—“

“Don’t,” Simon interrupts, putting his plate of food on your dresser. “Something has happened, and you’re lyin’ to me. You’re jumpy, you’re carryin’ a blood knife around, lovie—don’t think you can get that past me—and you won’t turn your back on me.” His lips press into a line as he watches your shoulder hunch up a bit, in an all too familiar defensive, tense position. The pit in Simon’s stomach begins to grow as you avert your eyes from, too. “You are barely talkin’ when you bloody damn near talk my ear off when I come home—you said, ‘Thanks, Simon.’ Not an over the top reaction about me doing something for th’both of’us, not a invite in, and last night—you’ve been locking your door.” You put your food down near yourself, and Simon catches the way your fingers are trembling. “I.. I’m allowed to lock my door, Simon. You don’t need to question me.” You say, attempting to hold a steady voice which barely works, your voice nearly cracking on the last word. Your heart is racing out of your chest and all you want to do is bolt at the door; which Simon catches on to. You watch him as he slowly begins to step in front of the door. “You tell me everything—even how your damn showers go. Why won’t you tell me this?” He demands, and his heart is pounding against his ribcage, too.

He watches your face contort into several different emotions and feelings; panic, sadness, anger, relief—the whole nine yards. Simon walks towards you when you begin to sob, and you sit down on your bed to avoid collapsing. His chest tightens as he murmurs name, wondering if he went too far. You reach your hands for him and not for one second does Simon hesitate this time. He wraps his arms around you, sitting right next to you on your mattress, your thighs touching together. He reaches up and rubs the nape of your neck as you openly sob and shutter into the crook of his neck and in his arms. His skin burns from your heat seeping into his clothes, a lively warmth that burns so hot but he welcomes so much more than he remembers that he used to. Your tears are hot, burning his skin with every drop that slides onto his neck, but he welcomes the sensation. “It’s alright, lovie. Let it out.” Simon murmurs, one of his arms tugging your body closer to his. He holds you in almost protective stance, like someone is threatening to drag you away from his grasp. You grab at the back of his hoodie, your chest beginning to heave. “Mm, no, c’mere; look at me, yeah?” Simon beckons you, his voice smooth and soft—which is extremely rare. Simon cups your cheek and lifts your head from where it rests in the crook of his neck, his hand instantly getting covered in the wetness of your tears that are streaming down your cheeks. You inhale sharply as you try to look at Simon, your eyes unfocused and you try so hard to focus on his pretty brown eyes, but you can’t seem to get ahold of yourself. You let out a panicked sob as your hand now tug on the front of his hoodie, and his voice is so far away, but his hand is molding to the curve of your jaw, like it belongs there.

You shut your eyes for a moment and you let Simon move you around as he wants, which he ends up guiding your head to his chest, and his grip loosens some so you don’t feel trapped. It takes you a moment to catch your breath, to catch your bearings; you can hear a faint ringing sound that you didn’t notice before, but you do note it’s slowly fading away, and in fades is Simon’s voice. He’s murmuring praises—and oh, he’s laying against the headboard of your bed frame now, with you laying on his chest. You feel yourself trembling against him, and embarrassment hits you hard. You’re tense—you don’t want to talk about any of it at all, but you know Simon. He will push you until you snap, even if it’s in your best interest to tell him. You reach up and play with a hoodie string of his, listening to his soft breathing. You hesitate for a moment before your lips part. “It was a week after you left.” Simon’s heart skips a beat, which you hear—you vaguely find it amusing, but he’s silent to allow you to continue. One of his hands is on your back, his thumb moving back and forth. “I..” You swallow spit so you don’t croak, as you’re convinced you might sound pathetic. As if Simon would ever think of you that way. “I was walking home from the pub, y’know, the one only just a few blocks away? It was late at night, I think the police said it was around 2 am. I stayed until closing, I was with some of my friends, uh..” You trail off for a moment, trying to recall everything that happened. Your hand pauses, and Simon senses your state. He begins to rub your back full on, murmuring, “It’s alright. Go on, then.”

You let out a shaky breath before continuing. “I was absolutely wasted, and there was this guy—grabbed me and I tried to get out of his hold, but he ended up fucking stabbing me. Robbed me of my shit.” Your voice cracks and the silence is deafening. Simon feels his heart drop into his stomach. You got stabbed? “Fuckin’ hell.. Why didn’t you call me? Or at least let me know?” Simon’s voice treats carefully, knowing that you’re still freaking out by the way you’re incredibly tense against him. “I know how important your focus is when you’re gone,” You respond, your voice staying quiet as well. You don’t look at Simon’s face because you know that you’ll break once again. You pick at the fabric of his hoodie, seeking comfort in his warmth, despite how you usually aren’t like this with him. “I didn’t want to take your focus because I know you, Simon. You would’ve backed out of whatever you were trying to do to come and help me.” Simon presses his lips into a thin line, staying quiet because you both know that you’re correct. Simon would drop everything to come home to you, to help you. “The guy nicked my lung, was in the hospital for a while.” Simon’s hand stutters for a moment, the smooth pattern of his palm rubbing your back being interrupted from shock. “Jesus—“ Simon hisses, and he can’t help but tug you closer. “You should’ve told me anyway, lovie.”

You sniffle and you rub your face into his hoodie, a muffled noncommittal noise coming from the back of your throat. He doesn’t say anything further, nor do you. Simon lays there with you on top of him, one of his hands caressing your back, the other wrapped around your body, sometimes coming up to rub the back of your neck. You don’t mention the way he doesn’t seem to tell you to move, and he doesn’t mention how touchy you’re being. Simon doesn’t want this moment to end—one where you’re vulnerable and trusting with him, one where you’re alive and well. He can’t help but wonder if he ever made you feel like you couldn’t tell him something? Simon feels simmering, muffled anger in his stomach because you didn’t want to interrupt his work for being stabbed, nicking a vital organ no less—he makes a mental note to sit you down and make you promise to call him if an issue or an injury like that ever arises again. He closes his eyes for a moment, trying to push away what would happen if you didn’t do that—if that guy were to come back to try to finish the job and Simon wasn’t here, would you call him? Would you pick up your phone and dial his number? Would you text him? What if you got hurt again—would you call him?—Or would the hospital? He always imagined you’d be getting the call of his death, and not the other way around. Simon swears under his breath for a moment and opens his eyes; he doesn’t want to think about that anymore. He wants to stay in this moment with you—both himself and you alive. He glances down, your tear stained cheeks slowly drying, your eyelids closed. His fingers slide from the nape of your neck to the side, and he presses his fingers against your pulse.

Being here with you—he wants you to trust him, too; like he trusts you. That’s all he wants.

tag: @zzzennin

[kaycode1999]

Hi! So, tbh I had a hard time choosing but I think I would go with Transformers Animated 2007, mainly bc THE AUTOBOTS ARE SO TINY 🤧

And overall it's a great twist to the story

(Although if you want to just pick whichever universe would suit me best)

Anyways, onto my personality:

I consider myself to be very outgoing and extroverted with a slight fear of confrontation (Be it known, if my guts tell me to run I'm out of there). Many people also say that my presence is extremely hard to ignore, that they relate me to the color yellow and I'm easy to spot on the crowd (probably bc I speak loudly and don't stop). I also like to see the nice in everyone and everything, and I am hopeful for stuff to change for the better.

On the downside, while I tend to be very happy overall, I have big moodswings where If I'm reminded of a big insecurity of mine (my weight, for example) I can get sad immediately. Also doesn't help that I'm a daydreamer and overthink a lot. Honesty would be a very important for there to be comunication in the relationship, although It's very easy to tell whenever I'm upset since I become cold and shut up.

In general, I do a lot of Physical contact (ofc, I ask first if the other person is comfortable with hugs and stuff) and like complimenting my partner.

Should also mention that I'm responsible but not organized, very carefree and silly

I like history (mostly Movements for the rights of the people, be it for the POC community, Lgbtq+, workers, etc), swimming, astrology and hearing people talk about their interests.

My dream aesthetic is a mix between cottagecore and Overly feminine clothes, I LOVE Pink and Orange, they are my favorite colors ♡

Although I tend to have problems with taking care of myself (I believe it's because of my adhd, but I'm getting better at it :D)

My pronouns are She/They, I'm a demigirl, demisexual and demiromantic, and have to get to meet people for me to fall in love.

My type would include people who like to tease (like compliment a lot just to watch the other person blush), people with many hobbies and have a sense of helping others. Bonus points if they ramble about their interests and we can have discussions about themes like History or personal morals.

Who I don't want: (Idk if they are included or not but just to be safe) none of the children please, also not anyone who is a hypocrite or coward bc not my type :/

I match you with

TFA Prowl

He is more on the introvert side though he converses with people easily. His personality works well with extroverted people as his calming presence brings a nice balance.

As I said he has a very calming personality so you don't really have to worry about confrontation with him

He adores your positive outlook and sweet nature. It’s one of the reasons he fell for you to begin with.

The good thing about him being calm means that he's able to handle any mood swings or sadness you might have. He's very good at helping you through it and making you feel better.

If you're feeling insecure he’ll always make sure you know how much he loves you and that he thinks you’re absolutely beautiful

Because he really does think you're gorgeous. He’s from Cybertron so he doesn't understand the issues you have with your body at first. But he's very intuitive so he quickly begins to understand that human society makes people feel bad for not having the exact body types they deem acceptable so he understands why you feel and react the way you do

Communication with him is very easy and he's also very in tune with you. Most of the time he's gonna know how you're feeling before you even say it

He’ll give you space if you need it, or if you just want him to be there with you he'll do that too. Whatever you need

He's not used to physical contact at first but he likes it if its with you

He helps keep you organized and you also help him loosen up and have fun

He is fascinated by human history so please talk with him about all of it because he is eager to learn and he is all about furthering the rights of marginalized people

He's been to space so he'd be happy to tell all about what he's seen and learned

He doesn't want to nag you to take care of yourself like he's your parent or something. So instead he will help you to find products or ways of doing things that will help you

We've seen how he is with Bumblebee so he is definitely someone who likes to tease, but with you it's more flirty. If you tease/flirt with him he's definitely a flustered mess, but he’ll turn around and do the same to you

[kareenvorbarra]

bitching about work-related things

okay so. i stayed home sick Monday-Wednesday this week with a cold. i felt really shitty for a few days but nothing unusual, i didn't have a fever, the home covid test was negative. yesterday i text my boss to tell her i'm staying home a third day, and she says that if i'm out sick for three days in a row, i need a doctor's note saying i'm okay to come back in. not a doctor's note as an excuse for being out this long, but after three days i can't return to work unless a doctor says it's okay.

i didn't know this until my boss told me - my previous job (which was in a different part of the same organization) had a similar rule, but it only kicked in if you were out for five days in a row, which i think only happened to me once and it was because i had mono (so i had already been to the doctor to get the diagnosis and it was easy to get her to write me the letter)

so yesterday i called the clinic a couple of times trying to figure out what to do, because i was pretty sure i would feel okay enough to go to work today (Thursday), but nothing really came of it, I couldn't get in touch with my doctor or any of her nurses, the nurses i talked to at the urgent care were very nice but they said they couldn't write me a note without actually seeing me, and i could kind of tell they didn't want me to have to go to the urgent care when it was pretty clear i didn't need to. finally someone told me that the doctor's office would call me the next day and figure out what i needed to do. so i text my boss and tell her i couldn't get a note, i'm going to be out at least one more day, it's fine.

today i didn't mind missing work again because i'm still a little bit sick, though not really sick enough by shitty US calling-in-sick standards (i have gone to work feeling like this, most people i know have gone to work sicker than this, even though people probably shouldn't be doing that). i waited all morning for someone to call me, nobody did. so i went on the website of my health care provider and apparently they're having trouble with their phones and website right now. i can't log into the site that would let me send and receive messages from my doctor, i can't even look up the doctor on the website to find her phone number.

anyway i feel insane and i can't believe i'm here tearing my hair out and making a bunch of phone calls trying to go back to work after having a mildly bad cold. has anyone else ever worked somewhere that doesn't allow you to come back in after being out sick for THREE DAYS without a doctor saying you're okay? maybe if health care was free i wouldn't mind just trying to schedule an appointment at urgent care, but i don't want to have to pay for an appointment i don't need just to be able to go back to work? i truly do not mind missing work, they will be fine without me for another day, and tbh it's my workplace's fault for having this rule, but i'm also a little worried that my boss is going to be annoyed at me for having trouble getting this doctor's note...like i'm not trying hard enough or something (even though this is 100% a problem of my workplace's own creation)

[pinkhairandpokemon]

hi everyone it’s Blake!! I have News!!!

so I’m not really in contact with my dad anymore, we don’t talk very often at least. he’s been in Sinnoh for the last few years helping some research facility. but lately he got in touch with me because he found something cool!

so, to elaborate first, my however-many-greats grandma was a woman named Asher. we don’t know a lot about her life, there’s some old passed on photos and my grandma even has one of her Pokémon’s skulls. but other than that we don’t know anything about her- EXCEPT that she had a twin brother who disappeared. old story my grandparents used to tell me all the time as a kid, I almost forgot abt it til now tbh. anyways, we don’t rlly know why but her brother just vanished off the face of the earth one day and she never saw him again.

HOWEVER my dad went to local museum focused on the Hisui era of Sinnoh and found THIS:

[A picture of an old photo hung up on a museum wall. In the photo, there’s a young man, probably in his 20’s, standing and smiling at the camera. He’s wearing a Galaxy Team uniform. His hair is black, and looks similar to Blake’s, but longer and even messier. His eyes are a bright gold. There seems to be someone standing next to him, but the entire photo isn’t shown in this image, so it’s hard to tell who it is.]

we’re pretty certain that’s her brother. idk how but he ended up in Hisui for whatever reason! idk a lot about Sinnoh history but he was apart of some organization called the “galaxy team”. either way it’s still pretty cool that my dad found out what happened to him! we don’t know a lot about what he did in Hisui other than he likely helped the galaxy team work on the first pokedex, and that he died at a young age, probably not long after this photo was taken.

oh! and his name was Atticus. considering this guy’s name and appearance match the story of Asher’s twin brother that’s how my dad was able to tell.

anyways my dad asked the museum for some copies of the photo and they said yes! he’s sending one of them over to me in a few days. idk what I’m gonna do with it tbh but it’s nice dad thought of me hhfhdnsbshdn and it’s cool to learn a lil bit more about my family :]

-Blake

[krystlind]

hmm...

I don't know the point of this or where it goes! I'm a bit curious if I'll admit. I can tell I like the idea of it- the factors. But that shouldn't be the main reason. which is why I'm okay with myself taking my time.

it feels good to be able to talk about it with Nay. she did say she over heard "I'm just not seeing anything I like" like... it contrast to T or B who seems "fall in love" with anything that gives them attention

I appreciate that there has been caution proceeding. I don't want it to mess with my mind or emotions for any reason. but it did feel cute to talk about it to Nay. she said, "I could tell you are trying to be careful, and he's probably sensing the same. even if you are just friends, that's okay too, at least there is chemistry" hmm idk i feel like i can make chemistry with literally an unmoving object

and then there's the question: am I just into the development? obsessed with cinematic development because there's so little of that these days? but it is soooo organic yeah as compared to the boring development of online dating, which I'm so averse to. but I really don't want this to be a case of "all the pieces are perfect!" it's a person. I'm a person.

when I think "big" it looks like- someone who is so respectable and would give the shirt off their back for me (thank you A). someone who can be a true man and have vision and leader and is so kind and understanding (thank you M). someone I can feel so safe & at peace with. someone I could cheerlead and push to be their greatest. I know I could do that sooooo well. I give any guy an uplifting time.

and then there's the part about greatness. that's why I walked away from A. there wasn't an element of that. M yes- that ambition and vision. I am someone who aspires and in awe of greatness in history. and just wanting to leave a legacy in that way.

i realize it is important for me to be inspired by my man, and that's where the respect is from.

Anyways, it's all in God's hands. if it's from God, then I know it's all okay. I'm all ok. i don't have to worry.

so God, i'd like your clarity and just peace in this, and just approaching with friendliness.

I did just move back and I'd like to focus on what I have here- this new gig (thank you!!!) and practicing storytelling and developing my language/tribe around the community & SM revolution stuff (monica, chay, others) and getting rid of the desire for fame, and growing in my faith and spirituality here with my group.

I love to giggle about something though tbh. it is nice to do that again.

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary161

2/22-23/2024

thursday - friday

day after tomorrow , i workkkkkkkk.

and omg, next week i'm working 3 days, that, like, blows kinda. whatever, not long shifts especially. tomorrow i'm gonna get bank stuff set up i think, too, so i'll finally be able to order my dumb clothes and whatever else i think i need and stuff.

anyway, today, today was busy and weird. i recorded vocals for 2 songs, i haven't listened back i think maybe i should wait a bit. i have to listen to the song i was having an issue w/ last night just to see what i might wanna do about it tomorrow, and if maybe i want to record vocals tomorrow for another song.

the problem song rn just has a weird guitar tone but i like it, maybe i keep the narrow frequencies i'm liking in it, as a bandpass, and have another tone as a layer w/ that? have that one i like that's got this kind of idk, squelchy organic-ish sound to it, as organic as it is synthetic, it's very like, it's got a lot in common with a guitar's strings and that brightness /shimmer on the attacks of notes but it also sounds very uhh, resonant and weird, it's good. i just keep that maybe and have that panned wide and then another thing that's more normal maybe in the middle-ish. that'd mean 2 guitar layers for much of the song and 3 at certain points, which could get to be too much, so i might have to fool around w/ that, but hopefully the bandpass idea would remove a lot of the volume / give more headroom so the other tone could have more presence, and then maybe i have that other tone lacking whatever the freqs i like in this one i have are. the new tone should be something a bit, idk, like this:

ideally there'd be enough weird no-wavey character coming from the other tone, so it might add a nice squeal beside this more regular sound, but idk, this kinda sound also happens w/ power chords and this song has weird chords making up the main riff, it does have power chord bits though.

i'll just have to figure that out when it comes to doing it i suppose.

seeing my friend was really good, we kind of talked a while, as i played elden ring for him, i beat a boss he was stuck on and went and found stuff for him around places he missed. we showed eachother music, he wanted to show me what's going on w/ his album but we didn't get to. my gf and his gf went out to dinner together and hung out in town square, which is like, a goofy shopping zone in vegas. it's very okay but apparently the ramen place they went to was rlly good, i'd like to try it one day.

when they came back, we went to this rave that was going on, my friend wanted to go and could cuz band practice was cancelled for him, because the other 2 members of his band wanted to go, we got to see another friend and while everyone (but me) got drunk in the parking lot, off mixing soju w/ like, sprite, perrier, and coconut pedialyte (that's at least what my gf did (it smelled like cum (specifically the cum of guys who say they just eat pineapple and drink pineapple juice all the time to 'improve the flavor' and probably tasted like that)). my friend's gf got sugar free soju, and apparently it was awful, i said to her that if you want 'diet alcohol' you're just better off not drinking cuz it seems like all alcohol is just going to blast you w/ unwanted and pointless calories (i'm not above pointless calories (i drank some soda tonight...feels sort of awful tbh i hate soda mostly but it tastes good sometimes and i guess tonight was an indulgence or whatever. i like candy too but little handfuls feel more manageable to me than like soda idk). she was like, yeah, but, you know, basically, and like, obviously yeah. if you wanna get drunk you wanna get drunk. so my advice = worthless, but it was just me being 'catty' for fun, as a bit, i guess. idk why i'm going so into this, it wasn't a bad interaction for either of us, i guess it's just funny to look at it this closely. anyway, they all got drunk and my other friend and i wandered into a smith's grocery store, right before closing, in the middle of construction, very strange. and when we got to the doors of the venue, my gf and the other 2 had already been let in and we weren't gonna be able to get in for free so easily, we walked into a nearby casino, which we'd been kicked out of in the past but nobody cared while we were there this time and we were just kicked out because another rave in another nearby venue was using that place to piss. anyway, we sat in there a bit, my friend gambled 2 dollars away because we knew if we looked like we were doing something we'd not get kicked out, i'd just like, look like some girl(thing(ish(whatever))) with some kind of gambler, like i was a good luck charm.

obv, he won nothing, he was reduced to 12 cents, from 2 dollars. so we just were out of the cold for a bit until my gf got us onto the list, and we waited in the karaoke place/venue (lol), eventually being let in by our friend who was putting on the show, and when we got into the venue the first thing i noticed was how bad the sound was, it was like, blown out, and quiet, too bassy, and too much high end, basically cuz of this really violent limiting on all the speakers which cuts off at the exact same point across all frequency bands, it was an awful sound, you couldn't really make anything out, the kicks were so puffy and weak sounding and the high hats really didn't have the high end to connect but were obviously shrill and peaking around like, 3k, i'd guess. it was insane.

anyways, the party clearly sucked, and there were almost no people even there, it was low turnout, the crowd had no energy, which makes sense when the music 1) sounds the same as always and 2) has the novelty of now sounding horrifically bad. people were kind of dancing and acting like it was awesome, but it was not.

basically we just kind of hung around, kind of just absorbing this awful thing, and then left, but as we were being driven home, my friend realized she left her phone at the place, so we had to go back, she drove a little crazy, but we had people there still who went and got it for us as we returned, when we got back her bf went in to get it for her, and as we waited in the parking lot, this guy who irritated me earlier in the night (by calling me a nickname which i hate/always hated, some people don't offend me when they do it, but i never like it, anyways when he did i just kind of said 'don't call me that' and withdrew my hand from a handshake we were abt to commence, when he asked why i just said i don't like it, and then shook his hand (maybe it was too much but he just irritates me so much honestly)) and he bothered my friend by just like, when my friend ran out to return the phone and then ran back inside, he took the phone and asked my other friend to play rock paper scissors for it back. he is a drunken child.

when my other friend came back from inside/saying all the long goodbyes he was trying to avoid, he was like, mad, because the guy who ran the thing was like 'oh we were gonna ask you to play, and like, you have a right to do it but like, you need to play different stuff, you know, you can't play the same stuff every time,' which came as a shock to my friend who has never heard this before and all these people play music that sounds identical to itself and the sets sound no different from any other, he's the only one who you can really tell has any personality when he performs stuff, and it's because largely he spins his original music, which he keeps in rotation yeah but it's all stuff that works, and he brings new tracks and tests them on crowds to see how they take it/like it, they usually always like them, he has grown fans from just doing things how he does. but idk, this really pissed him off, obviously, it bothers me even, idk why these rave people take this shit seriously to the point of mostly playing the most monotone and boring shit ever, they've really just kind of made all the kind of hardcore dance music less fun, even in home listening, it just reminds me, when it's good, of what i could hear on the dancefloors, but i never do, it's just the same sounds all the time. breaks feel so fucked to me, they just put up some kind of guard in me now whenever i hear them. it's sad but idk, it at least means there's something i can imagine in myself about another way out/around what these people are spinning.

ultimately they just dig thru soundcloud, find identical sounding songs, and play them to keep a vibe up, it's irritating, none of the interest in the dancefloor as transformative, instead it's about making the space something solid, reifying/writing what it is w/ signifiers like 'cold techno' and 'clattering hihats' or even '10 seconds of acid before the song becomes nothing again'. very boring stuff at the end of the day.

anyway, i am tired, i need to sleep now, tomorrow is errands day but since we don't have to do laundry anymore, it won't be bad, it'll be nice even.

so,

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[trapper-faggot]

Nfjdjdjdjjsjsjsjsjsjjakakaka lots of personal rambling in the tags

[chuuyrr]

hey chu i have a request for gojo reader, you know that the original gojo adopts megumi and tsumiki some time after the fight he has with toji right? , now imagine gojo reader arriving where dazai and chuuya are and telling them: congratulations honey now you are a father and then proceeds to show megumi and tsumiki XD

congratulations

bungou stray dogs x gojo! reader

masterlist of infinity

╰➤ CW(s): possible spoilers for jujutsu kaisen (gojo's past arc is referenced for gojo! reader) and bungou stray dogs, major themes of fluff with light angst, repetitive scenarios

╰➤ PAIRING(s): dazai x reader, chuuya x reader (separately)

hello!! thank you so much for requesting and for being patient. hopefully, i was able to write this scenario well because i feel like my writings have been off lately. this written request was way funnier in my head tbh. anyway enough me rambling something nonsense, enjoy ♡

nakahara chuuya !

chuuya may not appear to be observant, but he is. after all, if he relies solely on his abilities, he wouldn't be a port mafia executive. although it may not be on ranpo or dazai's level, but he is capable of deduction just as he is very much capable of fighting.

it all started when you came home one day, bruised and battered. your black high-neck jacket had come undone, your hair was a mess, and you didn't have your black round glasses on, and you also appeared to have been stabbed. from your clothes to your face, you were covered in blood. chuuya nearly screamed when he heard your knocks on the door, only to open to find you standing there with a nonchalant expression.

"[NAME]?! WHAT HAPPENED?!" chuuya immediately dragged you inside, eyeing you from head to toe, "ARE YOU OKAY?! BABE?"

"i'm alright, don't worry. just had to deal with a non-ability user who deadass has a pet worm." was all you said as you walked calmly towards his kitchen to get some sweets to eat, as if you weren't covered in blood or injured in any way, with him tailing you, completely baffled by what you had just told him.

you began arriving home significantly later in his penthouse, which you now shared with him when he asked you to live with him. chuuya doesn't mind at first because he knows how busy you must have been with your work. after all, you were under heiwa's organization, which was in tokyo, a different city, and you might not be one of the higher-ups or elders, but you hold a very high position in your line of work.

but then there were times when you didn't go home to him at all. a single day turned into days, then weeks, and when you finally got home, you seemed completely out of it. you were exhausted, and there were several occasions when you were already in bed with him or about to sleep when your phone rang and you had to leave.

chuuya trusts you. he really does, and he knows you wouldn't cheat on him even if you were literally capable of swooning boys and girls, but it makes him wonder why you don't approach him about it or open up about whatever is bothering you all the time and making you leave.

after a weeks had passed, your boyfriend finally understood what was going on.

it was your boyfriend's break, and when he's not working, he just stays at home in the penthouse. chuuya was preparing dinner for you two, which isn't exactly unusual given that, despite his line of work as a mafioso, he's quite the domestic husband material whenever you two are alone together or somewhere private. furthermore, he was not raised by ozaki koyo for nothing. anyway, he was working on some salmon dish when he heard shuffling and you talking behind the door, which caused him to come to a halt and stare.

chuuya turned off the stove, wiped his hands clean with his apron, and walked up to the door, where he finally heard your voice, except you seemed to be talking to someone, or perhaps two people?

"ack, megumi-chan stop pulling on my hair!"

"megumi, be nice to gojo-san!"

before chuuya could open the door, it swung open, and you burst inside after a while. the ginger-haired mafioso was taken aback when he saw you, his beloved, carrying a little spikey black-haired boy while holding a brown-haired little girl's hand.

"i'm home!" you exclaimed cheerfully, certainly bubbly in comparison to the previous days when you returned home exhausted and somewhat sluggish.

"congratulations honey! you're a father now!" you continued to speak while proudly showing the little boy and girl you were carrying and holding hands with.

"huh?!" chuuya felt as if his brain had short-circuited the moment he heard the words spill from your mouth.

chuuya was so taken aback that he accidentally activated his ability, causing his ginger hair to take flight. thoughts flooded his mind like a massive ocean wave. since when did you have kids? did you always have children? what?!

but the boy and girl staring at him with curious yet cautious eyes don't seem to resemble you at all. they didn't have your white hair or your six eyes' color nor any of your features.

"gojo-san, who is he?" the little girl hiding behind you inquired, gently tugging on the sleeve of your black high-neck zipped-up jacket. chuuya noticed how scared she appeared to be of him.

"this is nakahara chuuya-kun," you said as you peered down at her, squeezing her hand before releasing it to ruffle her hair, "he's a good guy, sweetie."

was it just chuuya, or did you just seem so motherly and incredibly soft for a split second?

"just who are these children?" chuuya finally spoke up, breaking from shock, "are they yours?"

"she's not our mom," the spikey-haired boy exclaimed, his face flushed with annoyance as he stuck out his tongue in disgust, "this grandma took us in."

"oi, who are you calling you grandma, you gremlin?!" you remarked as chuuya looked at the boy and your exchange with a surprised yet amused expression, trying to hold back his laughter.

"you have white hair." the boy exclaimed, tugging at your hair.

"i may have white hair, but i'm not that old!" you exclaimed in a grumble, before pinching the little guy's cheek with your fingers, "i'm a young woman, not a granny, you rascal. respect your elders."

"so, you are old?" you gasped at the smug grin plastered on the spikey-haired-boy's face.

"okay, you two, break it up," chuuya said, stepping in before you and the child got into a fight. "you've got some explaining to do, [name]," your boyfriend said, sighing deeply and folding his arms across his chest before looking at you with a serious yet concerned expression.

"alright, alright," you sighed in defeat, shaking your head and pretending to wipe a tear, "i gave birth behind your back."

a nerve irked on chuuya’s temple, "i’m being serious!"

you introduced megumi and tsumiki to your boyfriend and made them stay on the couch before he could scold you. you and chuuya then had a private conversation in his bedroom.

"they're not my kids," you said, your gaze avoiding chuuya's as you slid your black round sunglasses away, "but i've been looking after them for a while now."

"so, that's why you haven’t been coming home." chuuya’s eyes softened, "but, why didn’t you tell me right away?"

"well, to begin with, i wasn't sure. i hadn't intended to take my 'babysitting job' seriously, but i couldn't leave those kids alone. they have no one," you pursed your lips, "and i killed their father."

"you what?!" chuuya nearly screamed.

"shhh!! it isn’t like that!" you immediately waved your hands defensively in the air before chuuya could freak out even more.

you explained to chuuya that megumi and tsumiki had different mothers but the same father, and that their father abandoned them and became a hired assassin for an organization seeking the life of a young girl who is supposed to be the vessel of a god.

you told him about your organization's mission, how everything went wrong, how their father ended up killing the girl you were escorting and protecting, and how you killed him out of spite. chuuya was stunned, but he couldn't help but feel genuine sympathy and sorrow for you, the kids, and especially the girl you were accompanying; she reminded of him of himself, as well as megumi, when you mentioned he was supposed to be sold off because of how good his ability is.

chuuya was impressed. he was astounded by your ability to deal with all of that while already shouldering responsibilities due to your involvement with heiwa back in tokyo. he now understands why you are exhausted and overworked. you truly are the strongest, and he was proud of you.

none of that was easy, and caring for children was no joke. you'd have to pay attention to them, tend to their needs, and make sure they don't do anything stupid.

"i know it's a lot to ask, but i can't raise megumi and tsumiki by myself. i want to give them a home and a good childhood," you say after you've finished explaining to chuuya.

"you do understand this is a risk, right? i’m part of the mafia, and you’re under heiwa, and neither of us know a thing about parenting or how to care for a child, let alone two, babe." chuuya scratched the nape of his neck, prompting you to frown. 

"it's okay if you don't want to," you said solemnly, "and i do understand the risks."

"i didn't say no, dumbass," chuuya said, narrowing his eyes and flicking your forehead, causing you to yelp due to the lack of infinity between you and him, "let me finish first."

"i'm willing to work with you," chuuya said with a smile, causing your eyes to light up, "there's no way in hell i'm letting you do it alone, baby."

"so, you really are a father now, huh?" you shook your head as you laughed quietly.

chuuya smirked at you, "then that makes you a mommy now, aren't cha, [name]?"

"CHUUYA!"

dazai osamu !

dazai knew you were hiding something from him right away, but despite his intelligence, he couldn't figure it out. you used to visit his city frequently, but your visits have been decreasing. you'd always have to cancel your trip to yokohama because something came up.

he knows you're the most powerful. you literally have your limitless ability and six eyes. dazai assumed for a short time that you were just busy with your line of work, knowing how heiwa is a very important and large organization that essentially does the work of the three organizations in yokohama as one, but he's quick to pick up on things when you're actually around him after being gone for so long.

while you constantly tease dazai about how clingy he is and how much he misses you, he notices how you occasionally doze off and look and think about souvenirs. he wonders if that was just your sweet tooth in general, or if you were giving the souvenirs you bought for someone because you'd buy so many before returning to tokyo.

and the fact that the food you brought was so specific was quite questionable. what, no red bell peppers? you buying candied ginger and omurice with a flag on it along with several packs of chocolate and strawberry milk? since when did you become a picky eater?

apart from that, dazai was a tiny bit bothered to find you excusing yourself to answer phone calls, only to find you scolding someone on the phone, whom he assumed to be your subordinates.

although dazai is extremely curious and wishes to question you, he does not. dazai wants to hear it from you, and whatever it is, you don't seem ready to tell him, as he noticed you shrugging off his casual questions that could lead him to a lead by changing the subject or simply telling him, 'it's nothing.' as a result, he does not push it.

but when the day finally came, dazai was taken aback, which was certainly rare of him to be.

dazai was waiting for you in the cafe, as usual, promptly sat on a table, and was overjoyed to see you when you said you were coming over and wanted to meet up. he even skipped work to do so, completely ignoring kunikida's calls and texts. he came to a halt as he was about to stand up and run to you when he noticed you holding hands with two children as you entered the cafe. the boy had spikey black hair, and the girl had brown hair.

"osamu!" you chirped as you practically skipped towards him, dragging the kids behind you., "congratulations honey, you're a father now!"

for the first time in a long time, dazai paled and became speechless. him? a father? what the fuck is going on?

he looked at the two kids, who were staring at him like scared kittens, now hiding behind your back and squeezing your hands. his adam's apple bobbed, and his heart pounded against his chest as if it were about to rip out.

you had your own children all this time?

that was perfectly fine, but what?!

looking at the boy and girl staring at him with curious yet cautious eyes, they don't resemble you at all. they didn't have your white hair or your six eyes' color. when dazai realized this, he calmed down, his eyes no longer frantic.

"sensei, who is he?" the spikey-haired little boy inquired, his eyes narrowing into a small glare as he assessed dazai.

"he's my boyfriend, the guy i wanted you two to meet, dazai osamu-kun," you exclaimed, ruffling the spikey haired boy who immediately swatted your hands away. you then turned towards your boyfriend, "osamu, this is megumi and tsumiki."

after recovering from shock and blinking and slightly parting his lips, dazai finally spoke up to confirm, "are they yours?"

"she's not our mom," the little girl said quietly and timidly, "she's our caretaker, and somewhat our teacher."

"caretaker?" dazai asked, puzzled, before turning to face you, "belladonna, when did you start babysitting?!"

"yeah, abooouut thaat.." you nervously laughed, trailing your last words before glancing at the two children with you, "you two be a dear and take a seat alright? i have a lot to discuss with osamu."

"i want pizza, but no red bell peppers," megumi said before taking a seat next to you, with his sister beside him.

"yes, sweetie. you said you wanted pizza for the third time," you sighed, shaking your head before turning to dazai, "let's order my gremlin a pizza before we chat, okay?"

"can i get a milkshake too?" tsumiki asked politely.

"sure, sweetie." you nodded and scratched the back of your neck, "and a milkshake too."

dazai couldn't help but smile and laugh as he watched you interact with megumi and tsumiki, especially when you cut the crust of megumi's slice of pizza and wiped tsumiki's cheek with a tissue after whipped cream got on her face, lightly scolding but still endearing them. how the hell did you manage to be patient?

"yes! yes! i know you hate the crust you gremlin, but you better eat the olives and onions, okay?" you grumbled under your breath.

"i will, i'm going to eat the olives and onions." megumi confirmed.

"i can eat megumi's pizza crusts." tsumiki offered, gently poking your arm after you had sliced megumi's food.

"thank you. please do." you sighed in relief, "you guys shouldn't be wasting any food."

when did you become so motherly and parent-like? dazai had already speculated that something had happened to their parents based on tsumiki's earlier response.

anyway, after tending to their needs, you proceeded to explain to dazai about how you took custody of the two, as well as their father who abandoned them, but when you got to the part about their father, you had to pull dazai somewhere private, about a good distance away from megumi and tsumiki as they ate.

"why are we talking so far from them?" dazai asked, raising a brow.

"because i'm going to be talking about their deadbeat dad, and i don't want them to hear about it, especially megumi, who doesn't want to know about him," you sighed, shoving your hands into your pockets.

"what about their dad?" dazai inquired, slightly concerned that you might admit to dating the guy.

"i killed their father," you exclaimed, widening dazai's eyes. don't get me wrong here. you, despite not being a member of the mafia, dazai is aware of the type of work you do and the necessities, but it was quite unsettling for him to learn that you had killed someone.

"what?" dazai blinked profusely.

"you remember how i didn't come home for days one time?" you asked, glancing over your shoulder to make sure megumi and tsumiki were still there before returning your attention to dazai, "i was on an assignment of protecting and escorting a little girl, a vessel for a god."

"okay." dazai nodded slowly, urging you to continue, "go, on.."

"their father was one of the assassins hired to kill the girl, and he was successful. you could say i failed my mission," you said lightheartedly, managing a small laugh, "but the real reason i didn't come home wasn't because i got injured when we fought, it was because of what he said. how he insisted on selling off megumi and then i found out about how megumi had a half sister too."

"so, you couldn't leave them alone." dazai concluded for you.

"children won't be children forever, they'll eventually grow up to be like us adults." you sighed deeply, "it isn't right for their youth to get taken away from them so early."

dazai couldn't help but smile when he heard you say that. you were just like him. in fact, you and he were quite similar in demeanor and such, but you didn't walk in the dark. instead, despite everything that has happened to you, including the expectations and traditions that have been imposed on you, you have chosen to live in the light. you were truly the strongest, and not just in terms of abilities.

"i..." you started, but dazai cutted you off with a quick peck on the lips before answering you.

"i'm here to help you," dazai said, smiling at his final statement. "i know what you're thinking, we've never been parents before, and even though i'm not sure if i can be a good parent, err, caretaker, but I'll try to be a little bit better."

"are you sure?" you asked, "you don't have to if you don't want to. i was just messing with you earlier."

after that, dazai grabbed your hand. he is aware that you can tell he is hesitant in this decision, and he knows he has never been the best with children, considering how he treated the very first one he took under his wing back at the mafia.

but a very good friend did tell him to save the weak and protect the orphaned.

"i want to." dazai confirmed, prompting a genuine bright smile to tug on your lips.

"okay, we'll make it work." you nodded your head, squeezing his hands as they interwined with yours, "together, osamu."

"yeah, together." dazai nodded in agreement with a closed-eye smile on his face.

but then, he just had to say it.

"alright, let's get back to megumi-chan and tsumiki-chan, mommy."

"OSAMU!"

[science-lings]

🌿Time for weird thoughts and headcanons with ME!! So in the comic, the Links basically talk freely with each other, and talk occasionally to other people (like Malon, and strangers in markets), but in their games they appear to have varying levels of verbality. There could be (and probably are) a lot of reasons for this, but since I'm always on my 'holy heros' train, I have a very specific thought on this: every Hero's voice is a sacred instrument. When a Hero speaks, the world listens - trees stoop to hear their words, the wind dies down to let them through clearer, every living thing from below the earth to above the heavens seems to go briefly silent in deference. It's not every time they say something - that kind of presence can get exhausting, especially if you don't realize you're doing it - but it's often enough that, subconsciously, every Link is very aware of their words. Exposure to sacred instruments and the music they make is not harmful in brief, occasional windows, such as pieces played in rituals or festivals, but listening to one every day? That kind of casual display of divinity has the power to do anything from drive people mad to literally start tearing organs apart. A Link's family, due to blood or spiritual connection, usually is not affected so severely by lengthy listening. Zeldas and Sages are effectively immune, due to their own holy power. Many magic wielders, like Ezlo or Midna or Lana, also have a degree of resistance as a virtue of their power. Most of Demise's incarnations, like Ganondorf and Vaati, would also have that kind of resistance were it not for the fact that their power comes from Malice: as it is, when Heros speak to their Demons, they make ears bleed. (If they figured out a way to hone the ability, to shape it, they could probably talk corruption out of the possessed and sing Malice out of existence.) And, of course, the Chain can speak to each other as much as they like, since they all hold that same divinity and can't be hurt by it. The Chain tries to keep most of their conversations secluded, not necessarily out of secrecy, but because speaking around common laypeople could very easily get someone hurt. When they do speak in public, they tend to keep their voices fairly hushed as a measure of control, whether they realize it or not. Sometimes they'll revert to sign just to be safe. But it's strangely... nice, or maybe freeing, to be with each other, to be able to speak to so many people without even subconsciously worrying about hurting them with their words. Music is important to all of them, and I think they're all at least decent singers if given the chance. (Personal headcanon that Wild is a beautiful singer, the best in the group, with no other instruments and humming as much as they do.) They haven't had many chances to practice before, but now they can. When the Chain makes music together, they can make stars rattle.

***

I love this actually. Music is such an important part of Zelda games and I absolutely love giving the Links strange divine features. They could be a weaponized a capella group tbh. I like to think that all of them are just automatically musically gifted, like many of them picked up an instrument for the first time on their journeys and was instantly able to play it with little to no instruction. I really think that Wild should've had more music-related stuff in his game, like the concept art with him playing the goddesses harp is very important to me, but he's also one of the only Links to make their own music. Like with their voice. (Unless you include Wolf Twilight and Wolf Time who harmonize their howling.)

Anyway, they totally teach each other ensemble songs and songs that go in rounds that with their voices are literally magic. As someone who was once a choir kid, this concept is very cool to me.

[moonsquaremars]

11th house thoughts

Hi everybody.

I have an 11th house stellium, and I love it. Probably because my venus is in there, der planet of luv, as well as mars, lust et aggression, and mercury, th’ intellect. 

My sun missed it shy of 1° ; had i been born just a few minutes earlier, I would have been an 11th house sun. But I’m a twelfer. Why, might you ask? My mother has an 11th house stellium afterall, so did my ex-boyfriend. Well, if you ask, my father is a twelfth house sun. 

And I’m learning to live with that. 

Just kidding. Anyways, I love my 11th house stellium. If you’re unfamiliar, the eleventh house is ruled by aquarius. Each of the twelve houses in astrology corelate to each of the twelve signs of the zodiac. The planet which governs both this house and sign is the planet of Uranus, which is my favorite one in our solar system :) I did a random generator a guy posted on reddit to find out which planet is dominant in your chart, and when I plugged everything in, I got Uranus. I was actually quite surprised by this, but overjoyed. I love everything uranus represents. Eccentricity, humanitarianism, chaos.

I am a cancer sun, though, and virgo moon. Cancer rules the moon, so wouldn’t that be my dominant planet? Or is it just my chart ruler? I don’t know. But the moon is so fleeting. Kind of chaotic, actually. Since the moon passes each sign every few days, that’s what makes us cancers so moody. We feel the energy of all the signs within a months time. Can you imagine how that feels? constantly knowing what other people are feeling and thinking? Or maybe I’m just imagining it. I am crazy, after all :p

I digress. The 11th house is fabulous. It rules the finer things in life. My ex-boyfriend was a dandy man, took me to fancy restaurants and hotels, the works. I need that sort of thing, I admire and crave it. Don’t get me wrong, I’m very in tune with income inequality and the social issues that plague the world. But I still love dressing up in fancy clothes for a decadent night out. I suppose this is attributed to my stellium, but I’ll take it. A stellium by the way is when you have three or more planets in one house.

It’s kind of odd that my mom has an eleventh house stellium because we grew up quite poor. Nothing about her really screams fancy besides the fact that she adores drinking wine, is beautiful, and we live fancier only if you put us in to comparison with poorer people around us. We did grow up wearing nice clothes though. My mom would buy us second hand designer brand clothes like tommy hilfiger. Maybe that’s not designer, maybe that’s just brand name. I’m from Kentucky, give me a break. But we Kentucky fancy, baby.

Uranus being my dominant and favorite planet, is in my 7th house, the house of libra and relationships. Perhaps someone could pull up my chart {in the tags] and enlighten me on why it might be my dominant planet. I might also add that my draconic moon is in aquarius, which is supposely what your ‘soul’ truly is. I don’t quite believe that, because I think the soul is larger and smaller than the twelve signs of our universe. Or maybe just our solar system. At least of our conscience understanding of things at this time. Astrology is just a bunch of symbols made of our world to organize and communicate ieas n information. It’s not much more than that.

I recall being very internet savvy in middle and high school. My north node and chiron are in my third house, house of gemini and communication. All of my 11th house stellium planets are also in gemini. I see this being accurate because I am rather small in frame, standing at 5 foot 9 and weighing 125 pounds since I was thirteen years old. My mouth gets me in trouble, whether it’s from accidentally offending or just not being able to shut up! I would constantly be editing my myspace profile, using html codes, messing with the layout and how it interacted with my profile picture and song, and anything else I added to it. I loved it, and then that transitioned to my tumblr blog which I did in high school. Hopefully tumblr doesn’t die out, it’s definitely not what it used to be. Later when stumbleupon was something, I would look up things about futurism, humanism, design. I loved reading about the future. It made me so freaking excited. Like what will life be like in 2040? So cool! Or 2600? Then it made me sad once I accounted my age into the picture. I don’t wanna be 40! and that’s so far away! I hate waiting. 

I’ll end this post on something interesting I noticed. My boyfriend of a year had an eleventh house stellium. After we broke up, I had two guys I was interested in. I was actually quite torn, because they were both so amazing, but so different. One was elegant and familiar with astrology and addiction issues and had money. He was like this worldly man with fantastic package hehe helped cure this mundane “what’s the point?” feeling I had about learning languages and stuff. He made me feel like there was in fact a point to all of it. He’s a scorpio just like me mum and we just had great chemistry. But I was already seeing a nother guy, who was this gentle, down the earth, all around manly man’s man. I loved him, but in a different way. He was simple, but the first time I slept over at his house, he picked me up in this kinda old but kinda new like beat up stick shift hyudai sedan. He reminded me of Wario. But he had an amazing package as well. we mostly just slept though ,and when I slept with him, I felt like I was back in bed with my father when I was like five or seven years old. I already know how that sounds, and I know the childish bunch of you or dommage who lack a healthy relationship with your father if y’ar, are going to come for me and say that’s gross or messed up or perverted or weird. It’s not. I don’t want to fuck my father, I never have, and I never will. I really don’t want to open this can of worms because I could go on about people I’ve met who have been sexually assaulted by their fathers or who have an incest fetish and I’m not trying to shame any of those people. But, I felt like I was back in bed with my father like i was when i was a kid while I was laying with him, and that was a really, really, really good feeling. I never forgot it. He had an aries sun, which I used to hate aries. It was my least favorite sign, and probably still is tbh, along with aquarius LOL. Oh and his moon was in taurus which explained everything. My dad is a taurus sun, as are my two sisters, my grandpa, and one of my good friends, Chelsea. My moon is in virgo in the second house, which is the house of taurus.

Well, mr. fancy pants had an 11th house stellium, and my down to earth sweet S had a third house stellium. Finding these things out did nothing to absolve my confusion, only added to the ache of not knowing which to choose. Talk about love triangle though. It did make me realize why I was in this predicament though, and I suppose it worked out because I don’t really talk to either guy anymore. But The seventh and third houses are also air houses, just like the 11th. 

11th house - Aquarius/uranus, 

7th house - libra/venus, 

3rd house - gemini/mercury

That’s all for tonight. I’m ever behind on french homework, so I oughtta go take care of that. I want to write on the twelfth house, since my sun is in there as well as my father’s, and why I don’t appreciate its doom and gloom persona. If each house correlates to a sign, then the twelfth’s would be house of pisces. Pisces is the last sign with a bad stereotype. At least from my perception, it’s one of the best. So humanistic and kind. So why is its house the house of prison and addictions and psych wards and have all this hubbub, this &thatt?

Au revoir! -K  ý ll

[redswanned]

Roommates! w/ Jean+Connie+Sasha

oh boy where do I start

so! you decide to move into an apartment with your friends Jean, Connie, and Sasha

cause the dorms at your college were hella overpriced

saving money was great, and how bad could it be living with 3 of your closest friends?

since it was a 2 bedroom apartment you shared a room with Sasha 

Connie and Jean shared the other bed room

sharing a room with Sasha was interesting to say the least

Her side of the room was pretty messy most of the time but also organized at the same time?

like she knew where all of her stuff she needed was among the mess

it was impressive tbh

sneaks in snacks all the damn time

but she gives you “half” so you won’t tell Jean or Connie

weekends at night was so fun with Sasha

you two basically had slumber parties

so so so much snacks

doing each others’ hair and laughing and joking around watching movies

you guys laugh so hard sometimes Jean or Connie will yell at you guys to shut up which makes you two laugh even more

sometimes Sasha forgets about food she brings in

one day you woke up to a NASTY smell coming from Sasha’s side of the room

“Sasha it smells like something died wtf is that??”

“Oh! There’s where that steak went!”

she pulls out a whole ass steak from underneath her bed

it was green... and fuzzy....

you almost threw up when she debated taking a bite out of it. 

that being said you slept on the couch for the next few days because of trauma

anyways

you also had to deal with/live with Jean and Connie too

which was kind of annoying but funny at the same time

depending on your mood

for example, whenever Connie and Sasha prank Jean you always end up laughing your ass off

but Connie’s pranks occur at the worst times sometimes

like one time Jean came home late around midnight after studying late at the library with Marco

so Connie thought it would be funny to prank him by slipping underneath his bed

when Jean entered the room he was too tired to even consider where Connie was. 

when he reached his bed Connie grabbed his leg from underneath the bed

that was the loudest you’ve ever heard Jean scream

its kinda funny now that you think back at it 

but boi in that moment you were pissed

they woke you up!! but not Sasha somehow

you barged into their room to find Connie laughing with tears streaming down his face and Jean who looked like he just had a heart attack

“WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON ITS ALMOST 1 IN THE MORNING!?”

“HAHAHAH I- HAHAHA- I GRABBED HIS- HAHAHA LEG” laughed Connie who was barely able to talk

insert eyeroll from you

“Jean what happened?”

seeing you all pissed somehow scared Jean more

“I- don’t know?” was all he said before he started crying??

he was super sleep deprived and the last thing he needed was to be spooked and yelled at

“Bro it was just a prank!” said Connie who was shocked at Jean’s expression

you couldn’t possibly yell at your sleep deprived roommate who was emotional af so you just gave him a hug

and gave Connie a well deserved lecture

so now you guys have a no pranks after midnight rule

don’t worry Jean got Connie back

he put a fake spider inside Connie’s laptop and boi Connie screamed louder than Jean that day

when it comes to cooking its usually you, Sasha, or Jean 

Jean makes the best omelettes for breakfast every Saturday

everyone asks for seconds while Sasha asks for her fourth lol

you and Sasha usually make dinner or lunch throughout the week

Sasha makes the best steak and you make (fave food)

Connie tried to make cookies once and the cookie dough was amazing

but he accidentally burnt them and convinced himself he needs a break from the kitchen (unless its to eat)

you’re surprised you can even get your homework done with these chaotic people

Usually you just finish your homework in your room or with Jean at the kitchen table since he’s the calmest

you often tutor Sasha and Connie much to their delight and you’re a great tutor

their grades have been improving so much since you guys started living together

Connie was so grateful that he bought you your fav coffee/tea every day for a week

during breaks when you all are still at the apartment you guys just chill and watch movies

or do chaotic things

like one time Connie just happened to find a Ouija board

and the rest of you were dumb enough to play with it with him

needless to say you, Connie, and Sasha were scared shitless when the “ghost” said yes when asked if it was in their apartment

“Oh come on guys ghosts aren’t even real” said Jean

that night everyone somehow crowded onto Jean’s bed since he was the least scared

you thankfully woke up to no ghost 

instead you woke up to Connie’s elbow in your ribs

and Sasha’s head resting on your thighs

and your head in Jean’s armpit *gag*

and that’s how you developed claustrophobia in beds jk

it was nice being curled up with some of your closest friends after being scared of something silly

they definitely made your college days so much more fun

you were actually sad knowing this living situation would be temporary 

but for now you were gonna embrace the chaoticness of living with them

[starglow-xx]

owning a bakery and being discovered by the ada and the port mafia (part 3)

platonic! yosano akiko x f! reader

type of writing: head canons !!

this is part of my head canon series, flour & fluff !!

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series synopsis: owning a bakery at 20 is tough; even more so when you have to handle members of two opposing organizations! this is your journey to meeting those fools and creating an unlikely bond with each of them. but only at the cost of your peace and sanity.

fandom: bungou stray dogs

content: fluff & platonic stuff but trigger warning!! there may be a sensitive topic for others

*getting grabbed and pulled to an alleyway! alcohol mentioned!*

please remember that yokohama isn’t the friendliest place, especially at night.

previous: part 2 : their beloved president

author’s note: same ages as last time!! (so that means everyone is one year younger than canon; that makes yosano 24)

this one is actually pretty long :0

i got info abt her likes on her wiki page (careful! there’s spoilers!)

and yosano is a queen and no one can tell me otherwise

the doctor is in the house (quite literally)

going grocery shopping was an okay chore in your opinion

it honestly depended on your mood or whatever kind of shit happens when you go shopping

cause like something always, always happens whenever you go do groceries

sometimes it’s good, sometimes it’s bad, and sometimes it’s just plain weird

one time some weirdo proposed to you in the middle of the store asking for a double suicide

he was good looking you’d admit but it’s not like you’d ever see him again

or so you thought

a n y w a y s

every so often, you’d run out of real person food in your apartment

you mostly survive off all of the leftover bakery treats and ingredients—which works out pretty well actually—but bakery supplies unfortunately also run out quite often

and also unfortunately, one time when both fukuzawa & ranpo took a visit to Sakura’s, fukuzawa argued that “no you can’t live off sweets for the rest of your life”

ranpo was scandalized and scrambled to cover your ears

you guys were at it for a while

in the end you sided with fukuzawa causing ranpo to go off about “betrayal from the people he cared most abt” or smth like that

you guys were okay again after bribing him with sweets :)

for bakery supplies you usually have them delivered bc you order them in large quantities bc ahaha no way were you gonna carry like 15-20 50 pound bags of flour no way

when days like those happen, you close up the bakery early so you aren’t walking home when it’s too dark

you scheduled it to happen every first saturday of the month

on those saturdays, you close at 5 instead of at 8

currently, you were at the grocery store looking for basic cooking ingredients such as proteins, vegetables, fruits, and most importantly, snacks

ranpo’s been rubbing off on you

the sun was starting to set and you were walking home with your two bags of groceries when shit went down

tbh you were kinda expecting it cause your grocery run was peaceful for once

but what you weren’t expecting was a wack-a-do to appear out of goddamn nowhere right when you were opening the side door to get to the staircase up to your apartment

like honestly

let a woman do her own thing

the man who grabbed you tried to covered your mouth so you couldn’t scream but you didn’t exactly make it easy for him

you kicked and thrashed around even using the grocery bags—that were somehow still in your hand—as a weapon and the man struggled but he was still bigger than you and was able to bring you to a nearby alley

he reeked of alcohol and you spotted a wedding band on his left hand

not that you cared about the detail in the moment

you kicked him in the groin and in response he let you go only to fall on broken glass that was in the alley way

using the wall to help yourself up, you grabbed a nearby wooden stick and struck him right on his back

your attacker fell and you immediately turned on your heels to escape only to fall back down on the hard cold ground once again

you lift your face up and look back to see the man holding onto your ankle

grabbing a shard of glass—cutting yourself in the process— you begin to swing it at him only for him to easily grip your wrist and stop you

you get ready try and kick him in the groin again but you’re interrupted as your attacker gets sucker punched and flies to wall

you look up to see your savior and you’re blessed to see a beautiful woman, probably not that much older than you are—she’s probably around ranpo’s age— donning a white long sleeve button up, a matching black necktie, knee length skirt, and gloves, along with tights, red heels, and a pretty butterfly clip in her short black hair

but what you really notice is her eyes

ranpo’s eyes were pretty but you like hers just a bit more

you’ve always liked the color magenta

the pretty lady holds out her hand and you take it graciously and thank her as she helps you up

as that’s happening, your attacker gets himself onto his feet and his groan catches both of your attention

he struggles to stand and the pretty lady simples saunters over to him and delivers an uppercut knocking him out cold

you’re stunned and you breathe out a “thank you” making her turn towards you

she notices the condition you’re in

bleeding scrapes on your hands, arms and legs, small rips in your clothes like your tights, blouse, and skirt, and the ruffled state of your hair and clothing

she asks if you live nearby and you tell her that you own the bakery that’s one or two buildings away

when you tell her that, it clicks in her mind that you must be the bakery girl ranpo’s been talking about and the friend fukuzawa was cat sitting for

it’s been abt two weeks since ranpo and fukuzawa first met you and since then, they’ve seen lucky in the office plenty and the boxes of your signature sweets even more

if those two trust you, she has no reason not to

she smiles at you, holds out her hand for you to shake, and introduces herself as the doctor of the armed detective agency

your eyes widen and you smile back at her shaking her hand

“ah! you must be yosano-sensei then! ranpo-san and fukuzawa-san have talked about you! it’s so nice to meet you! im (l/n) (y/n)!”

“they’ve talked about you too, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you (y/n)”

after that exchange she insisted on bringing you home to treat you wounds which you told her it wasn’t necessary

she gave you a pointed look and that was when you realized what state you were in

you sighed and weakly gave in to which she only grinned at

before leaving the alley she walks over to the unconscious man and pulls out his wallet for some sort of identification and home address as you try to see if there’s any groceries still salvageable

after texting the details to kunikida, yosano turns to you poking around the now ruined grocery bags

she simply rubs your back and tells you that the both of you could go buy more groceries together as she was meaning to get some anyways; she even said she’ll pay for you

you refused obviously but she, unknowingly, used the same tactic fukuzawa used with you

“so you’re saying you don’t need groceries?”

“...”

*cue an eyebrow raise from our resident queen*

“...you agency members don’t like making things easy for me huh.”

you gave in reluctantly and at this point you don’t even know why you try negotiating with them

and that’s only three of them

apparently, she was on the other side of the street on the way to buy groceries for the agency when she noticed different produce items on the other sidewalk leading to the alley and she went to check out what happened

ironically, the way to the grocery store from the agency makes you go past Sakura’s but she didn’t realize it until after the two of you had met

before you know it, the two of you are in your apartment kitchen as she cleans and patches up all of your wounds

as she does so the two of you have a little girl talk

you find it quite comforting bc since you opened up Sakura’s you haven’t really had the chance to connect to many people much less other women

you definitely see yosano as your cool, loving, badass older sister

she thinks you’re adorable and agrees with ranpo’s opinion

yup 

that’s right

the opinion that you’re like a little kid </3

you called it a betrayal and all she did was laugh at you <//3

“awhh that’s really cool yosano-sensei!—MFPH?!?”

*squishing your cheeks the same way ranpo did* “ranpo-san was right (n/n)-chan, your cheeks are squishy!”

“?!”

after that small fiasco, the two of you talked some more and bonded over your love for flowers, japanese sweets, and much more!!

you even made a date to have a girls day to go shopping and eat out!

you’re internally squealing a bit bc it’s been a while since you’ve gone shopping

yosano notices and she giggles behind her hand not saying anything bc she knows you’ll only throw a fit

the two of you came around the topic of ranpo when lucky passed by

lucky quickly warmed up to the doctor and cozied up in her lap

“i wish ranpo-san was able to meet lucky when he came by the first time, but then again, he’d probably throw a tantrum if i don’t pay attention to him for 5 seconds”

she snorted at that and like fukuzawa, she shared stories abt the slightly older male

“ranpo-san doesn’t know how to ride a train?”

“unbelievable right?”

“for someone so intelligent i expected more from him”

“i’ll be telling that to ranpo-san, (n/n)-chan”

“wha—?! yosano-sensei please don’t!”

like ranpo, she’s also a tease </3

but you love her anyway <3

eventually, she finished patching you up and promised to treat you to a new set of clothes when the two of you go out

“you don’t need to lose a good set of clothes just because of a sleazy man (n/n)-chan! you deserve better!”

you were going to argue that the rips in your clothes were fairly small and could easily be fixed—except the tights—but you stopped in your tracks when you remembered that it was practically useless to argue against an ada member

the two of you walked to the grocery store and bought both of your needed supplies—along with some extra goodies—and then she walked you back to your place bc it was already a bit dark out

but even if it wasn’t, she would walk you anyways

besides, if anything happened to you, she’s 1000% positive that ranpo and fukuzawa are gonna flip the fuck out not that she wont cause she most definitely will

speaking of which

you were drinking a bottle of water as the two of made your way back to Sakura’s when all of a sudden

“(y/n) you do realize that i have to tell shachou and ranpo-san about what happened today right?”

you choked on your water

“yosano-sensei you can’t! if you do they’ll freak! they won’t leave me alone for at least two weeks! one if im lucky!”

“exactly the point”

you just accepted your defeat already knowing that you’d lose

but maybe you can simmer down their anger towards the bastard with sweets and lucky

you arrived at Sakura’s shortly after and after bringing groceries in, you packaged a bunch of pastries leftover from today—bc you closed early—and bc you’re well aware that ranpo doesn’t share any of the sweets you send him with

you even gave yosano her own special box filled with goodies she loves, and a thermos of fukuzawa’s favorite, your special hot honey lemon tea

other than the sweets, you prepared lucky to spend the night at fukuzawa’s

you really really hoped that doing these things would make them calm down

you shivered at the thought of what their responses would be

you felt really bad for giving yosano all these things to carry and that you were keeping her very late

she assured you that she was fine and that if someone tried to mess with her she’d kick their ass

and after exchanging numbers, the magenta eyed queen bid you a good night and walked back to the agency with lucky walking by her heels

arriving back at the agency, yosano was greeted with some concerns asking if she was alright bc she came back from her grocery run pretty late

(she usually goes in the mornings but today was pretty busy so she left in the late afternoon but now it was already dark)

she waved off the concerns and plopped a couple boxes of your signature bakery boxes at ranpo’s desk, the one for her at her own, the last few boxes in the kitchen for any other agent or clerk to grab, placed the thermos on the desk fukuzawa was by, and picked up lucky and handed him to the president

the two males were pleased with what yosano had brought them, and pleased that another agency member had the chance to meet you

fukuzawa was rubbing lucky and ranpo already snacking on treats as yosano expected

but here comes the hard part

or maybe it’s gonna amusing who knows

“i met (y/n) today.”

“we could tell.”

in goes another treat in the green eyed man’s mouth

“would you like to know how?”

“you bumped into each other, had girl talk, made plans to go out, went grocery shopping, and you brought me and shachou presents.”

“great job ranpo-san, you’re almost completely correct.”

this caught the attention of basically everyone bc they knew ranpo was never “almost completely correct”

“we ended up meeting bc she got attacked on her way home from grocery shopping, i treated her wounds, then we had girl talk and did all the other stuff”

ranpo and fukuzawa froze right in their tracks

“i sent all the info of the bastard to kunikida”

“kunikida.”

“yes shachou”

“find out everything about that man and bring it to me and ranpo”

“...yes shachou”

“and yosano”

“yes?”

“text (y/n) and tell her that her cat, tea, and pastries aren’t going to work as a bribe”

just as you finished taking a shower you sneezed

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[ready-to-obeyme]

Scenario: (Reverse AU) Game character MC is also the exchange student

for context here is the HC post I made with the [Reverse AU]

//hehe i’m pretty happy you all liked that post so much-- biggest uwus-- but tbh I had  really hard time trying to title this LMAO  

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Lucifer

Tries really hard to act cool with it-- he really does

The moment you are summoned into the Devildom he has to turn away and compose himself before giving his spiel/introduction about the exchange program, how it’s a year, how you’ll live in the House of Lamentation-- (oh fuck oh god you’re going to be LIVING with them?) 

On the outside he is composed

In fact he’d rather die than reveal to you that he’s not okay that you look AND act like the character he was deeply invested in the game

His brothers definitely know though, so any point he shows weakness they WILL pounce on it and tease him about it by hinting to you about your game-character look-alike

He doesn’t really seek your attention (like canon) mainly because he keeps getting nudged by Diavolo into interacting with you (“don’t they look familiar, lucifer?” and “why don’t you get to know the exchange student more, lucifer :^))))))”) 

In comparison to canon, probably treats you a lot nicer just by default-- coddling to the MAX (what can I say he plays favorites) 

Can’t bring it in him to really get mad, buys you gifts to leave at your door for your hard work as an exchange student-- but literally everyone else knows he’s spoiling you

anything cute you do KOs him and he has to compose himself with breathing exercise lmaooo 

Mammon

Basically this [post]

SIIIIIIIIMP

Considering the type of money he blew on the game, the fact that you’re real means that the money will now be pooled to you instead of game-character you 

When you got summoned and you called him over the phone, he legit thought it was a game call??? And was so confused because why did you mention Lucifer

When he comes and complains, he legit shuts up so quick when he sees you because (wheeze) is that-- is that really--

“Mammon, you’re going to take care of all their needs here during their stay--”

“NO PROBLEM” 

He’s so sweet towards you and takes his role to take care of all your needs very seriously

You’re craving something? He’s got it. You need to buy something? Say no more. Avatar of Greed is here for you baby

You have no clue why he’s being so nice to you, but you think he’s the nicest demon and person you’ve ever met

Like usual, protective over you and sticks by your side-- so really, has much changed? He’s been putty in your hands since the minute he laid eyes on you 

He’s not too careful about keeping the fact that you look like a game character though so when you ask him about it he freezes and stammers through an explanation (you think the game is funny though)

Levi

SIIIIIIIIIMP

Sees you and immediately freezes, turns around and goes back into his room to freak

It’s literally a dream come true?? To have a game/anime character be real????

Peeks and looks at you again to confirm your name, how you act, and what you look like

He’s the embodiment of “Un-Follow Me Now, This Is Gonna Be the Only Thing I Tweet About for The Next Week.”

He makes fan cams of you alsdfkjaslfjksjf and admires you from a far for a while

He’s a little afraid to approach you because what if you don’t like him?

Kinda adorable when you approach him because he’s soooo shy 

Tries really hard so that you’ll like him-- not that he really NEEDS to because you’d like him even if he wasn’t extra sweet-- but he’s convinced he needs to bring his A-game at all times

Remember what he did during the otome game chapter? He’s your husbando, baby, and he made your bento with LOVE

Probably still plays the game for a while but honestly getting to know you organically is 100x better than seeing you through a screen

Is a Complete Mess whenever you do something cute or wear cosplay-- how do you breathe again???

Satan

The only one that’s not a mess that was highly invested into the game

He’s surprised-- of course-- when he sees you summoned in the Devildom because what a coincidence to see someone look exactly like his favorite character in the game

Then you acted exactly like the character and had the same name and he had to take a little breather because his heart was beating so fast (be cool, Satan)

Legit wants to throw hands with Lucifer there and then when he gets a roast-y introduction from him 

Spends the rest of his time from then on being courteous and sweet and trying to make the best impression possible without being too extra (lookin’ at his other brothers cough)

Invites you to places and hang out with him like in canon and treats you normally best

Gets you gifts that he knew your game character liked in-game just to test to see if you really are like the character

Becomes a little secret experiment for him to see what the similarities are and if there are any differences because it’s honestly just really funny for him to see how alike the two of you are (and if Simeon is behind it just like how he is with TSL) 

He’s all chill until you dress up in cat-ears for some school event and he can’t even look at you without getting heart palpitations

Asmodeus

“Ohhhhh wow!! You know, you look suuuuper similar to this one character--”

Has absolutely no qualms with revealing that you look like a character in a game he plays and gushing about you and the character

tbh ofc he’s the only brother who has the finesse to make this revelation casual and no-big-deal because he wasn’t very invested in the game but he played the game enough to have you as a favorite

Right from the get-go is very friendly towards you and wants to get to know you better

He wasn’t very invested into the game in the first place, but you BET he’s gonna drag you to his room to dress you in cute clothing

He can’t unlock all of the game-costumes or your cute cards, but having you give him a mini fashion show is way easier and a lot better in his opinion

And the fact that you’re real and he can touch you? Ugh, say no more

He’s a very tactile, touchy person so being able to hug you and give you affection is making this 100x better than just gushing about game-character you 

You are on his Devlilgram ALL the time-- and takes a bunch of pics with the two of you together in all the possible poses and filters he can find; he can’t get enough of you!

Beelzebub

Considering how little he invested into the game, he probably doesn’t even realize the similarities between you and the game-character you for a long time

His brothers probably have to bring it up for him to realize

“Beel, don’t you think they look exactly like the game character?”

“...............oh.”

He probably starts asking questions about you just to check if you really are the game character that everyone is talking about

You don’t even know why he’s asking you what your favorite food is or what is your opinion on summer festivals-- but you feel kinda happy because he’s asking so much about you

Does eventually tell you about the game and seriously talks to you about you being a game character but that he’s liked you regardless anyways 

Honestly… doesn’t treat you that differently ngl he was already sweet to you from the beginning (after he, you know, gets over his food getting eaten)

Belphegor

He’s REALLY confused when he sees you as the exchange student

Thinks he’s still asleep and dreaming for a hot second because there’s no way that his favorite game character would actually manifest in reality 

Then you talk to him and he’s like “..................oh.” (twinssss)

Lowkey gets more invested into the game after seeing you because if that’s not a sign he’s going to get the next UR he doesn’t know WHAT is

Definitely asks you if you can dance (yknow for the dance battles)

A little shy at first, mainly because he doesn’t know how to react, but once he warms up to you, treats you as normal

This is all assuming he is NOT IN THE ATTIC

If he IS STUCK IN THE ATTIC, the first time he sees you walk up the attic andn find him is like a fever dream and he thought he just manifested you because he was desperate 

A little paranoid that this is just a hallucination or a trick of his mind-- because go figure he’d go insane being stuck in the attic and being addicted to this game 

Definitely soften his tone when talking to you and a little weirded out that you’re the exchange student

You have a high chance of NOT dying by his hands because he has a soft spot for you and getting to know you :)

[cedric-stories]

Wassailia Cookies (Cedric x Reader)

Word Count: 2,800

Warnings: Very suggestive (what’s new? Lol), no sex but strongly implied, language, fluffy.

Plot: You’re gonna need to read it to find out 😉

Author’s note: hope there’s no errors. Sorry it took me so long to post again.  Have been busy for the past few days packing for vacation. I’m happy to say there is a ‘by the ocean’ fic in the works, lol. Happy Holidays y’all!!

(and yes, the suggestive content is suggestive but there is no sex. Tbh, I’m a little scared about writing my first smut so I keep holding off. Eventually though, lol. I’ll mark where it gets weird with a 😊 and where it ends.)

Last thing, THANK YOU ALL MY NEW FOLLOWERS!!! I APPRECIATE THE SUPPORT!! AND TO ALL YOU WHO LIKE MY POSTS!! I’m glad y’all enjoy it

Wassailia Cookies

Reader pronouns: She/her

“Love, can you please get the door?” you called outside the tower.

You waited outside with two heavy, brown boxes crowding your view.

           “It’s open.” He said, not sure that you could see.

“Thanks!”

           Once you got inside, you placed them down on the nearest wooden table.

Your chest was heaving up and down, “Oh man, those were heavy.”

           “What on earth are they?”

You smiled, trying to catch your breath. “Ingredients to bake Wassailia cookies.”

           Cedric cocked his head. “Bake cookies?”

“Um, yeah,” you wondered what he didn’t understand. “I thought we could make some sugar ones together. If you want to?”

           He still had a puzzled look on his face.

“Alright, that would be fun, but why not just conjure some?”

           Your perplexed expression turned to utter shock.

“What fun is that? It’s a tradition to make cookies by hand during the holidays.” You explained with your ‘you should know this’ tone. “Didn’t you do this with your family?”

           Cedric shook his head. “I never have. Growing up, mother always just conjured some, if we had any at all.”

“So,” you began, “did you guys have any family traditions for the holidays?”

           “Well…no I guess not. My father was always” his expression sadden, “to busy to do things like that.”

           You felt bad for him. Here the love of your life has never had any traditions over the holidays. You had just presumed he did. Not knowing what to say, you just stood in front of him.

           “Well, why don’t we just make some traditions of our own?” you said, trying to cheer him up.

           Cedric’s eyes met yours and gained back the familiar twinkle.

“Alright! Do you still want to bake?”

           You grinned. “I’d love to!”

You picked up a box and Cedric picked up the other. The two of you started into the kitchen and set the stuff down on the counter.

Cedric put a hand on your back, and you shifted into him.

“Now, you must me patient with me, love. I am not much of a baker.”

           You giggled. “I’m sure you’ll do fine.”

           After standing there for a minute, you began taking ingredients out. You asked him to grab a few bowls and you brought out the mixer. You rummaged through a few papers and picked one out.

           “Here, this is the recipe, if you want to get the wet ingredients out of the fridge and start putting them together that would be great.” You said, still looking into the box.

           “Alright, I’ll see what I can do.”

           When you finally finished getting things organized you walked over to the mixer to find the beginnings of the dough already made.

           “Oh, wow. Thanks, honey.” You were surprised by how fast he had gotten things combined.

           A few minutes later, you put the dry in with the wet and began mixing it.

“It says not to overmix, so I think we better stop it, don’t you?” Cedric asked. You hadn’t even noticed it was on the verge of overmixing.

           “Right!” you blurted out, running over to the mixer, and shutting it off. “Thank you.”

Cedric replied with a ‘uh huh’.

           You put the dirty bowls and spoons into the soapy dish water and started to clean up when you saw Cedric steal a piece of dough from the bowl.

           “Cedric! Don’t eat that! You’ll get poisoned!” You exclaimed, stomping over to scold him.

           “No, I won’t.” He said, rolling his eyes.

“Yes, you will.” You snapped, snatching the bowl away from him and wrapping the dough into two separate balls.

           “You’re just that worried about me, huh?” Cedric asked with a smug look on his face.      

           “Well, maybe so.” You said, walking over to your boyfriend.

Cedric was leaned up against the counter when you wrapped your arms around his waist and pressed against him. You looked up and gave him a small kiss on the lips.

           “You do know how much I love you, right?” You questioned, looking at his shimmering, cognac eyes.

           Cedric’s cheeks turned a light shade of pink.

“I think so.”

           After sharing another gentle kiss, Cedric and you walked into the living room and sat down.

You had your head on his shoulder and began thinking.

“You want some hot chocolate?”

           “Yes, I’d like some.”  

You got a tea pot and poured some warm water from the sink into it. The

Water dripped down slowly from the nozzle as it filled. The soft even sound of the liquid hitting the metal surface made your shoulders relax and put your ambiance at ease. You reached up, grabbed the glass handle, and pivoted your hand to shut off the water. Placing the pot down, you walked over to the blackened stove and flipped a burner on. The flame flickered and crackled as it rose above the center of the burner. A small line of smoke twisted as it floated up into the air. You placed the pot onto the burner carefully and opened the cupboard to the left to find the hot chocolate mixture.

           While the packets you had bought from the store were fine, you always liked to add extra bits of chocolate to make the drink more potent. You got out the bags and a gold-wrapped bar of chocolate and set them aside. Next, you walked past the stove to the right and reached up to open the other dark, woodened cabinets. You found two glass mugs that were almost teacup shaped and added the packets to them.

           Unfolding the golden wrapping from the chocolate, you dropped two squares into each mug, making sure they were about equal amounts. When you were done, you slowly wrapped up the chocolate again and put it back.

           You began hearings a small, steaming sound from the pot. Then, a loud whistling came screaming out from the spout. You grabbed the teapot and started pouring the boiling water into the cups. Steam rose up and the water splashed, conforming to the shape of the mugs. After you had poured enough water in till it was about an inch from the top, you set the pot down and grabbed a spoon. You dipped the spoon down into the hot liquid. While you were stirring, you heard footsteps from behind.

           The steps got closer until they were right behind you. The next thing you noticed were two arms gently wrapping around your waist. As you continued, the warm body pressed you up against the counter from behind.

           Kissing the top of your head, Cedric began to speak.

“This is nice, isn’t it?”

           “Yes, there is no place I’d rather be.” You replied, stiffening your back, and curling into him.

“Are you almost done? It’s boring without you.” He said, brushing his hand across your stomach, causing your middle to twitch.

“Almost.”

           The spoon had moved onto the other cup and you were just about done. You tried scooching up to grab some marshmallows from the cupboard, but Cedric pushed against you harder to try to keep you in place.

           “Honey,” you giggled, “I need to get the marshmallows.”

“No, you don’t,” he denied, nuzzling his nose into your hair, “stay here, who likes marshmallows anyway?”

           You immediately stopped fighting.

“You don’t like marshmallows?” You asked, once again in shock of something he said.

           “No, do you?”

“Oh course!” you cried. “How can you not?”

           “Too sticky for me.”

“Cedric, you can’t have Wassailia spirit without marshmallows!” You said jokingly. You were giving full expressions with every word you said, but since you were stuck facing the cupboards between the counter and your boyfriend, it looked like you were talking to two cups of hot chocolate and a wall.

           “Well, I think I will manage.” He laughed, letting you free to grab your beloved, squishy, white clumps of god know what.

           After grabbing the package, you put a few into your mug and left them on the counter. Walking back to the living room, Cedric grabbed a book and sat down on the couch. You followed and plopped down. Snuggling next to him, you began to think about your relationship the past year.

The two of you had been together for 9 months now and it was beautiful.

You could not believe he asked you out that day. He was all you had waited for, and believe me, the first time you looked into those brown eyes was like the first time you had ever felt alive. It was almost like you were suffocating for years, and then suddenly, when he looked at you, you were able to breathe. Now, a few months later, you were sitting next to him, watching him read a book.

You couldn’t believe you were here, with him. Your whole life, the two of you had been separated by dimensions* and now he was yours. You looked down his body and noticed the wrinkles in the dark robe he was wearing. You observed the crinkles of his gloves as he licked a finger and flicked a page of his book to the other side. You laid down across his lap and felt the warmth radiate off his body. Yes, this was truly happiness.

You looked up at your boyfriend as he kept reading. You began tracing your finger along his jaw and kissed up his chest. You wrapped your arm around his waist, curled your legs up next to him, and nuzzled his stomach.

“Excuse me, what in the world are you doing down there?” Cedric asked, lifting his hands so he could see you.

You gave a little smile up at him.

“Nothing, just begging for your attention.”

           😊“Oh really? And why are you doing that?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I love you.” You began, sliding your hand up his shoulders. “I think you’re handsome, and kind, and sweet, and beautiful,” you paused, “and I’d really appreciate it if you’d kiss me.”

           Cedric’s lips curled up and he leaned over and quickly set his book down on the side table. You wrapped your legs around his waist, guided your arms around his neck, and leaned up into him.

           Settling down onto his lap carefully, you noticed how turned on he was. You tried to hold back a sigh and looked up at him; his face was beginning to turn red.

           “Well, I didn’t know you were enjoying this so much.” You tease, slightly bucking your hips.

Cedric let out a small whimper.

           “Yes, but I-I didn’t expect you to get close enough to notice.” He answered, shifting his gaze to the side.

           You began running your hands through his thick, raven black hair and smiled. You knew you had him. Kissing his cheek, you traced a figure around his ear.

           “God, have I ever told you how lucky I am?” You asked, your lips still inches from his. “First, I get a job as a nurse in the castle, then I get to go out with the guy of my dreams. Next thing I know, I’m sitting on his lap waiting for Wassailia cookies.”

           Cedric gave another noise in response and tried kissing you, but you shifted away from him and gave a grin.

           “I never believed in my wildest dreams that I’d end up with you. You’re my everything, my world, and I wouldn’t change any part of it. My life is complete with you, Cedric.” You began kissing down his cheek to his neck. “I’d do anything for you.”

“Anything?” He asked with a flirty look.

           You smiled.

“Anything.”  

           Cedric chuckled. “I love you so much, Y/N. I can’t believe you feel that way about me. You truly are the best thing that’s ever happened.” He said, pressing his forehead to yours.

           Your expression softened even more, and your heart began to melt. In the mists of this, you still noticed he was hard. Cedric was not like most and his emotions were very connected to his desires, and you knew that. You also knew he was probably dying to kiss you but was holding back to continue the moment. While you could’ve given in and kissed him, you decided to play a little game and see what he’d do.

           He moved your face towards his and leaned in to kiss you. You tried pulling back again to tease but he didn’t let you.

           “Oh no you don’t, I’m not falling for that again.” He said, recalling an older event (not today).

“Mm.”

           Instead of kissing you though, he just looked into your eyes. The moment lasted a little longer than you had expected, and you began getting impatient.

“Oh, Cedric,” You sighed, shifting in slowly. “Did I ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?”

           He blushed once again and smiled. You could tell he was trying hard to hold back, in case you were truly just trying to be sweet.

           You traced along his jaw again and brushed your fingers lightly along his neck, running your hands down his chest. Moving your arms back up around his shoulders, you adjusted slightly and then began a slow bucking motion across his lap.

           That was the breaking point for him. You felt his hands firmly grasp the sides of your face and his lips crashed into yours and he began bucking back up against you. You let out a sharp breath and moaned as things began heating up. His hips hit harder and harder the longer you went on. You felt your legs begin to shake. As much as making out was fun, it wasn’t giving you enough.

           “Cedric!” you almost shouted in between kisses. “Please, please just fuck me!”

           The next thing you knew, he was on top of you, pawing at your shirt.

“Can I?” he asked for consent.

           “Oh god, YES! Please, just hurry up!” You gasped, struggling to untie his robe. 😊

Awhile later, you fixed your clothes and hair, and made your way back to the kitchen with your boyfriend attached to your side. You opened the fridge to check on the dough.

           “I think it’s done.” You said softly, wiping sweat from your forehead with a napkin.

You grabbed the two round discs and set them on the counter. After, you wandered over to get some flour and sprinkled it down along the surface. Unwrapping the plastic, you placed the dough down and started rolling it out.

           You had the side of your body pressed against Cedric as you continued. Every time you’d fix the sheet of cookie dough, he would kiss your cheek. You loved this so much.

           Once the dough was in a thin layer, you grabbed a cutout and flowered it.

“If you wanna start cutting out shapes you can.”

           Cedric nodded and grabbed a star shape.

Within a few minutes, the two of you were done and had cut out both entire sheets. Cedric seemed to particularly like the snowman shaped cutout.

           Cedric opened the oven carefully and set the timer for 14 minutes.

Cedric heard the oven go off and opened the door.

He took out his wand and gave it a light flick. The silver sheet came slowly out of the oven and floated its way over to the counter. Smiling, you got out a spatula and gently began lifting each cookie off the pan. They bent to the spatula as you scooted the thin end under. After each cookie was securely balanced, you would slowly move to the other counter and flatten the edge to it. Then, you’d begin to lift the cookie in a slight angle to slide them onto the surface. You repeated this motion until the very last cookie.

           You looked at the star shaped, tan, sugary treat and, instead of placing it with the rest, you cut it in half. You grabbed a piece and handed it to Cedric.

           “Here, try some handmade cookies.”

He took it from you and took a bite. He seemed to like it.

           “Good?” you asked.

“Very good.” He answered, piling the rest of it in his mouth.

           You decided to give him your half and started making some royal icing. You colored it red, yellow, green, white, and black.

           “Alright, I got some bags out and made icing, now we just have to decorate!”

           Cedric grabbed a chair and sat down next to the table. You sat down on his lap and grabbed a cookie.

           The two of you began frosting the cookies (stealing a bit of icing in between) and decorated them. You liked doing small designs with the icing while cedric just liked to flood the whole thing. After a few hours, you had finished the two dozen cookies and set them onto a few plates.

           “Thank you, Cedric.” You kissed his cheek.

“Thank you, y/n, for letting us share this experience together. There marks the first year of traditions for me. Now, how about we take a few of those cookies and go sit by the fire?”

“That sounds great!”

           You headed out with a plate full of cookies to the fire and smiled looking at the Wassailia tree proudly standing in the corner with ornaments and tinsel.

“Merry Wassailia, Cedric.”

           “Merry Wassailia, Love.”

[khiphop-discussions]

I think you are an amazing person and YOU make people their day on Tumblr, at least me! Uhm. You are well spoken and know what you talk about! I wonder why you did not choose to follow a career like writing for magazines, blogs etc. or start your own official website blog about kHH, r&b and also go to Korea, japan and do those interviews etc. A website Where people can subscribe and you can make money out of it.

Thank you I appreciate this!

Funny story but I did actually write articles for some websites as a small gig in my early days of college. They were about video games though!

I'm definitely interested in doing interviews w/ artists! I'm also interested in potentially getting into A&R or working at concerts in some way. I definitely wouldn't mind working behind the scenes to set up some tours in California, US, and potentially North America as a whole. When Swings' dropped that illustration of the IMJMWDP building I couldn't help but think "Hmmm, that seems like it's gonna need a lot of staff👀" LOL. Not to mention when some companies put out a recruitment call on IG for staff.

I definitely need to keep studying Korean so I can get to a point where I can have more in-depth conversations. Even if they aren't formal "interviews". I still think I might be able to get some interesting info about an artist/their career in regular conversation.

As far as websites, they take a lot of time to maintain but also there's not that much money to make tbh. I kinda just like this dynamic where we can talk and hang out without much thought into how to get the most views or subs. Otherwise, I have to put a lot of thought into putting out content that gets the most views/subs in order to make money instead of just having organic conversations. The internet isn't that profitable anymore without close to 1 million or more views/subscribers.

Right now I'm preparing to study Computational Linguistics in the Fall but I've been thinking a lot lately about how there's no reason I can't work in 2 fields.

I've been noticing a lot of people I respect (professors, musicians, and some other professions) actually work in more than one field. One of my old professors from undergrad is a really accomplished Linguist (researcher + professor) but he also has some albums/eps out and does theater as well! Another professor has multiple jobs on campus (professor, researcher, director of a lab on campus) but is also a speech therapist. A singer I like who is getting a lot of buzz in their genre also works in the film industry. Then you have people like Super Bee, The Quiett, Ash Island, Swings, Dok2, Loco, and others who make music but also have clothing lines, record shops, record labels, TV shows, restaurants, gyms. It's REALLY inspiring! Cause I feel like earlier on in life, the idea was more like "Yeah, you get ONE job/career and that's what you do!" So you had to choose one thing you really liked. And I know people having "more than one job/career" is also a product of how hard it is to stay afloat in our society and live the life you want on just ONE income (side hustle culture and whatnot) BUT still. I'm interested in A LOT of different things so it's nice to see other people making it work!

Anyway, thanks again for this ask! It definitely gave me some things to consider! And I'm glad you're enjoying my posts!