#anyway. this is just an exercise hahaha just... an exercise.... if you look at them as individual pics they work fine! fine...

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Your Future Spouse As A Mythical Creature + Qualities - ⏳

Welcome to the spooky season folks!! Thought this would be a pretty lightweight and goofy type of reading as we settle in. What are your FS’s qualities? Toxic habits?

Choose wisely. Applicable to future lover or spouse.

Warnings: super long read, suggestive comments (bordering NSFW), some exaggerated details for the fun of it (but the theme and characteristics are still consistent otherwise), toxic tendencies

🥀 THE RITUAL: Clear your mind. Time is now patient and still. Close your eyes, inhale deeply, fill your chest up to the fullest, feel the soft air brush up against the ridges of your nose. Breathe out.

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Pile 1 | The Werewolf

Perfectionistic as hell, likely a planner

The horniness comes and stays fellas…

Extremely careful before decision making, yet impatient (more mentally)

Hides what they really feel. Has a hard time expressing their emotions through words, so your person (well, half-person) shows you instead

Might be wealthy or does very well w/ business or business partners

ALWAYS thinks before they act

very PRIMAL tendencies; will bust major nuts when persuading you to be bred…literally. the need to breed you can become suffocating as it seeps into small actions of daily life. will never stop bugging you about it. eventually, these efforts will increase and become more desperate (but hey, if you like that, go for it 😳)

^^the thought of having a family with you gets them down real bad

EXTREMELY overprotective and possessive over how revealing your clothes might be. don’t be surprised if they finally let you out of the house after you choose to wear a hazmat suit

• will do anything for you!!!! provide food, shelter, money… as long as you depend on them, they feel at their highest.

•^^ this can also indicate an incessant need for control and control over you as well

• typically chooses the safe route; sticks to routes they’re already familiar with and practicality

•^^polite with people or at least acts like a civil person, but is easily misjudged regardless

• kind of old school and can be boring; follows reserved traditions very well

• actually is a beast in the sheets, but prob only does vanilla positions

• is very, very hesitant about letting you go out at night and will bust balls to get you to stay inside

• can get overly paranoid over small things that can potentially harm you

slow, sensual, deep lovemaking sometimes—rough and wild, sloppy and fast at others—just totally unable to control themselves. this is bc they exercise so much control during the day that nights leading up to the full moon, or on the night of, are relentless. Also likes doin’ the dirty in the kitchen (i also see boiling soup and an apron if those have any significance)

grumpy in the morning hahaha. grumpy when you order them to do anything for you, but they’ll do it anyway

When they love, they LOVE. Extremely big hearts and easily empathetic, but never/rarely shows it

for some reason, your fs has a solution or piece of advice for every problem in existence

strong or bold looking, big and broad, intimidating, or a very tall person. might have a resting bitch face

a very good listener

• full moons are equivalent to menstrual cycles where their senses are heightened by tenfold, sensitive to everything in their surroundings (ex: ears perk up to sounds as unnoticeable as leaves rustling…), more emotionally reactive, a ceaseless desire for sex everyday—which gets worse as the full moon approaches 🙈—hastier movements, increased moodiness and appetite, goes out hunting more often. 50/50 have a messier diet or a more strict one

• structured or routined day to day

• has probably talked/will probably talk about raising a family with you at least once, becoming more adamant about it over time

• can seem very insensitive or come off as an asshole at times

• EXTREMELY observant; almost nothing gets past their eyes. It’s almost like an intense OCD thing. Pretty sure a lot of FS in this pile are control freaks or have very specific triggers

• can smell when you’re aroused. if you deal with periods, they know exactly what phase you’re in and keep track of monthly cycles. this is also how they can keep an eye on your fertility and “breedability” levels. likely to show clinginess during these times and try to make moves on you. (it’s a manipulation tactic, don’t fall for it!! 😳)

•^^when you get aroused, they get aroused. they’ll decide to make a move depending on the circumstances

• they have good control and discipline over themselves in general. But they’re still prone to control issues, esp over other people, or obsessiveness

Definitely an overthinker. They don’t like to be vulnerable emotionally. It’s very hard to get close to this person, and even harder to open up

doesn’t care about your “flaws” and doesn’t notice until you point them out; will be genuinely surprised to hear you have insecurities, bc to your fs, there’s no such thing. they don’t understand how you could feel that way about yourself or certain things about yourself

In some kind of leadership role (in work, relationship, or the home) or in a high enough position to give and support. Dominant in the sheets—stubbornly prefers to be

Loves to travel or would travel more if they could

Extremely adaptable and an all rounder; does well under pressure and in uncomfortable situations/environments

Likes bantering and stirring things up on purpose sometimes. Sometimes they’re feelin kinda bratty and will instigate. They fight just to fight. They’re usually quiet, reserved, or introverted

• deep down they know this and they’d even admit it to you if you asked, but they’d be totally onboard with you never going outside again and just staying in the house (it’s a possessive wolf thing maybe)

• you might not know at first, and they might not show it evidently, but they love sad karaoke songs or sad songs overall

Primary love language: Acts of service, physical touch, quality time, and gift giving

• *sniffs you with suspicion* “…that’s not my scent…”

• standing watch over you when you use a knife to cut vegetables — says, “are you sure you don’t need my help?” at least 5x in 2 mins, and still doesn’t leave after that

• stare wars with birds on a pole bc they felt offended by the birds staring first

• randomly, abrupt howling on some nights

“You take what I give you”

Acts as your personal bodyguard- will actually fight anyone for you

• loves to smell around your neck area- that shit kinda tickles tho

• (if your werewolf is male): “change out. that’s too revealing. you know men are dogs.” (lmfaooo? says who, the werewolf??)

• scolds you like a damn parent because you went outside at night for a few minutes to get some fresh air

• massages your thighs and feet

• physical contact is a must for them when watching movies with you

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Pile 2 | The Vampire

• “I ‘vant tu zuck yur blud.”

• a bit of a vanity monster (as most vampires are.) they like the way they look, and also care about how they present themselves to other people and most importantly, looking hot as hell in front of you, maybe too much at times. but from your pov, they really don’t have to try. they’re just naturally…wow. Breathtaking. HOWEVER!!! They use it to their advantage.

• Actual sass-squashes. They’re sassy and for no reason, but you can’t take them seriously when they are 😂😂

• intentionally AND unintentionally funny. like those characters on Disney channel shows that are like “oh yeah? try me” and then some bigger, buffer person comes in and they flinch a little. if you squint, you’ll catch a gulp in there too. it’s funny. endearing even. but they gotta own up to their mistakes and tone down on overcompensating. If there’s one thing they do, it’s to make up for what they don’t have.

• L-O-Y-A-L….by the time they get with you, at least. they might’ve had an…interesting reputation in the past. they might seem selfish bc of it—which is partially true. they can charm people to get what they want. They might/might have had a history of partying, hella socializing, hanging out w/ friends whenever they could (haha get it? hanging out? yk…vampire stuff…)

A total charmer and a flirt. They like to bicker and tease you; playful,, sometimes it’s cute…others, kinda annoying

• if you talk to this person seriously and in a calm and diplomatic manner, they’ll get a little defensive, yes, but A LOT less so than if you were yelling and screaming at them outright. if you both just sit down on the edge of the bed, tilt your head to a 45 degree angle and show your concerns, they’ll reflect and maybe deflect here and there, but they’ll think about it throughout the day.

• I think this person goes through varying phases of heat. (Prob not even the right word here but-) By that I mean, sometimes they wanna get down and dirty for 30 hours straight or just session after session after session nonstop—OR they take what they need and leave for a couple hours, come back again, take, and leave. This is odd at first, but it just comes with the moodiness they inherently have, possibly sticking to them from the past life. They might have suffered with commitment issues, and I don’t mean them per se, but the people around them that didn’t know how to love: family, friends, anyone that was close and left abruptly or never showed love. (Made me a lil sad there...)

• Love is complicated. They didn’t believe in it before and was confident they wouldn’t ever. But when you ask them “What do vampires think about love? Are you allowed to love?”, they turn their heads, take a moment to skim over your face in silence. Love…is what I’m feeling with you. They want to admit this, but vampires can’t feel. Would you even believe them? They don’t even know what love is. They don’t even feel heartbeats anymore, but for some reason, when you look into their eyes like that, there’s a different kind of pulsing. A surge of desire that courses through them, screaming at them to keep you forever. They can’t ever let you go now.

•^ This leads us to possessiveness. They are…*phew* VERY possessive and very dramatic/petty/easily sulky about it. You’ll lose your mind over it. If you do something as simple as shopping, they will follow. Too insistent and stubborn not to. What if you encounter another vampire living among the humans during the day, and suddenly, said vampire wants you too? Sure, they get burnt with a bit of sun, so what? They’d evolved enough to wear a million layers of sunscreen and a million layers of clothing over that, all dressed up like a moving heap of clothes. They care about how others might see them like this, of course, but in moments like these, they don’t care when you’re on the line.

• they’ve never really had their emotions looked at carefully or taken care of. It’s always just been brushed off, not only by themselves but by others as well. I personally wouldn’t doubt if they claimed to never have had real friends or friends that cared about the inside substance rather than the outer. Your fs just seems like they’re trying to fit in, be accepted and validated. You wouldn’t be able to tell at first glance, but as you gradually get to know them, you’ll find that their heart is barely being held together by makeshift glue.

Very in tune with their inner divine feminine energy,, not afraid to tap into it and explore that side more

Not that emotionally developed but has major potential to with the right teacher

Nurturing and caring, but might be materialistic or putting too much importance on the material/physical pleasures. Truly lives for the fun of it

Works hard, plays hard—and will shamelessly chase you

Knows exactly what to say and do that will rile you up. Knows all of your weak spots physically

Down to try anything and everything with you, no complaints

Sensual and passionate personality and in the sheets

Super open minded and curious, easygoing and has no expectations. Makes a lot of jokes too.

Daring, optimistic, brave and believes in no limits (but bc of this, they can be seen as naive or have an innocent nature inside.) Gets in half-fights/arguments w/ people for fun

A total switch in bed; can and literally will do/try anything

Now, dare I say…the FS for this pile have the best rizz and sex game

Some fs in here can get too naggy

They have a great fashion sense or an overwhelming appreciation for fashion, beauty, or aesthetics, and is more than willing to be involved in your fashion styles

Red flag moment: solves problems in your relationship w/ sex so that yall will just forget it and move on

In hindsight, this FS is so flamboyant or charming that you could get lost in what they’re trying to express. They’ve got very fiery energy (betting rn that they have extremely prominent fire sign placements).

P.S. yeah after writing this out and reviewing the format, seeing all the back and forth…pile 2 FS def has a perfection mask thing going on. They wanna make themselves appealing in one way or another, or the consequences will just break them into pieces. The last thing that they want is to be alone.

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Pile 3 | The Fairy

Alas, we’ve gotten to arguably the most healthy future spouse here out of the 3 😅 (and the most intuitive)

Introspective as hell and wise. Helps you with really anything

They’re ok w/ being alone; most introverted of the piles

Positive, hopeful, and optimistic when it comes to others. More pessimistic when it comes to themselves.

Balanced and a good mentor; suuuper patient (a lot of times to a fault)

Learns from their losses and mistakes and becomes a better person, improving almost immediately

Mediator type of person, but will defend you against others in argument—which they’ll win btw

They don’t like seeking help from others—if anything, your FS is usually the helper—even when they can ask for help right in front of them- even if it’s recommended to get help, they still won’t do it

Hella infj vibes tho (if you’re into mbti)

Every show of love is their love language. Bonus points if they wear matching clothes or secretly write poems to you that they’ll never tell you about

This future spouse group has the cheesiest and the sweetest person

Your person can lead a life more flexible financially than the other 2 piles

Also an all rounder! But thinks that they aren’t perfect when they literally are; struggles with their own low self-esteem so they try to build other people up

Putting others before themselves is second nature- they ALWAYS prioritize you or others; extremely selfless

^^Now, each fairy got a different role and purpose. The reasoning for your fs being overly selfless and self-sacrificial varies. The easy answer? Insecurity. Second? Obligation or a sense of duty. The list goes on…

They’ve got that Triple A Threat: Amazing Ass Adaptability. Your person has been thru quite a bit, hell and back. Sometimes, life just likes to mess with them for no apparent reason 🤷🏻‍♀️)

They’re always ready to face challenges; Incredibly strong person. They’ll be with you thru thick and thin!!

Strong sense of justice and equality. OH- and also they like traveling or would like to travel more!

A literal inspiration and hope (yes, with sparkles on top.) Not only do they inspire others, but your person—no matter how rock bottom you get—will never leave you.

gets jealous and easily possessive but doesn't wanna show it (shit's still pretty obvious tho)

The type that babbles their heart out when they get comfy with you. They don’t get like this with just anyone

Likely likes museums and art. Things that the media typically deems boring, weird, or unconventional your FS will prob find interesting. They like to look into deeper meanings and interpretations.

In bed, they’re pretty vanilla and soft. But are open to exploring things that aren’t too wild (like our vampire up above)

(Take this bit very lightly: I see that this person has grown up or has been around “broken” people their entire life, so they feel they need to take responsibility on behalf of those people. They might be some kind of counselor, mentor, or therapist. They’re prone to blaming themselves if situations take a bad turn or go unplanned. I’m also hinting here that some of your FS might have a savior complex, and not on purpose. They might always take some kind of leadership role or something directly beneficial to people- nurses, camp leaders, etc…)

They will take all of the burden so that you don’t have to

If your FS had any weirdo or pervy habits, it’d probably be compulsively stealing your panties or building a shrine with locks of your hair on it 😵‍💫 (which hopefully I hope doesn’t happen. I heard in some fairy folklore, they steal babies, like flying away with the newborn-in-a-basket typa thing- and for no reason too! Don’t let them steal yo babies now!!)

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**Ending Teddy note:

As always, thank you so very much for tuning in with us! I hope you have a spooktacular Scorpio season as we are soon heading into it (depending on when you’re reading this), but really you can read this at any time. Rmr to take everything with a grain of salt! Take what resonates, leave what doesn’t. Stay safe out there and rock on people 🤩🤩 Feedback is very much appreciated in any form as it’d help me grow as a reader :)

*This is for entertainment purposes*

[randomoranges]

1000 yrs ago (summer) I ended up visiting west of western Canada. Hapo made me a bingo card. If I got a bingo, I would get a prize. I ended up getting bingos and so, after much reflection, decided that the theme for one prize would be “closure”. It was a whole thing for me this summer anyways. Felt it was fitting.

Never thought it would be so – big. Lol.

Anyways. Hapo went forth and did what had to be done but then was like “hey, d’you mind if I do a written thing instead??”

Of course I did not mind. I am starved for the written thing.

Hapo went and did the written thing, but it grew and grew into a 2 part many paged monster.

Finally, over New Year’s, I was able to read the monster. What a delight.

And then hapo was like “hey you know what would be funny – if you wrote it from Et’s POV” and I was like hahaha what an idea!

So I did.

It was interesting to try and match her tone. Sometimes I would verbatim use what she put and other times I added a different perspective because sometimes ur pov will be different than someone elses even if its for the same thing. it was a very fun exercise.

Here is part 1, which clocked in at 17 pages. Because, yknow.

🌶️🧊Closure 🍳

Jan 2nd 1h41pm

November, 199?

Étienne woke with a groan and burrowed further into his multitude of blankets.

He absolutely did not want to get up for many reasons. First, he already knew it was cold outside of his cocoon of duvets and throws. Second, if he had accumulated three hours of consecutive sleep it would be saying something. Third, Edward was half-sprawled over the bed, one arm and one leg under the sheets, the rest of him over them.

Normally, this would be the perfect excuse to sleep in, wrap himself around Edward and blissfully forget about the outside world until dinner time. The perfect occasion to indulge in all things Edward until he had his fill and then some.

Unfortunately, this was not such a morning.

With another groan, he summoned whatever willpower he had, slid out from bed and sat on the edge of his side for a moment. He stretched his arms over his head and immediately regretted the change in temperature and had half a mind to forget all about his plan and return to bed.

But no. He couldn’t.

Edward had just flown in to see him and he’d be damned if he didn’t make sure his friend at least had a half decent time in his city. Therefore, he couldn’t dawdle as much as he would have liked just yet.

He scrubbed a resigned hand over his face and then threw on the first pair of pants and shirt combination he could find. He’d dress properly afterwards, but the cool air of his room was too much of a reality check for him this early in the morning and he needed something semi-warm to get him through to the washroom.

He cast a mournful glance in Edward’s direction, envious of the blissful expression on his face, before he flipped one of the many blankets over the exposed parts of his body. It wouldn’t do if his friend caught pneumonia while visiting him.

He sighed again, observing his handiwork, stalling in his morning’s mission.

It was such a shame he couldn’t sit back and enjoy the view. A bigger shame he couldn’t slide back under the warm covers and wiggle behind Edward’s warmer body…

Life truly was unfair. It wouldn’t surprise him if he wasn’t being punished by God himself over some great sin he had committed…

Resigned, Étienne looked over towards his Guy Lafleur poster and nodded to it, knowing he would need all the determination of the world. He then shoved on his glasses and exited his room.

If he was quick about it, he may even be back in time to slip back under the covers just as Edward came to.

With that delicious thought in mind, it was time to get to work.

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His route to get bagels was pretty straight forward.

If he walked at a brisk pace and didn’t make any detours or stop to chat with anyone, it would take him about twenty minutes. Now, he could have gone to Fairmount instead, which was only a thirteen-minute walk, but those were heathen bagels, inferior, and didn’t taste the same.

He knew Edward didn’t have a refined enough palate to tell the difference between both types of bagels and that his friend would appreciate the gesture of fresh bagels regardless – not that Edward cared as deeply about this matter as he did. Hell, Étienne was convinced that Edward would eat day-old bagels and still call them fresh, but Étienne had standards and Edward deserved good things. Notably, the better bagels at their freshest state.

Étienne still remembered the first time Edward had come with him on a bagel run and they’d walked by Fairmount. His friend had innocently asked if this was where they were going and Étienne had scoffed and laughed in his face as if he’d just been greatly offended.

He’d then quickly explained that no, these were not the bagels they wanted and that it was a good thing Edward was his friend, since such an offence was fodder for treason.

Edward hadn’t said much after that, now that he thought back to it, but that had quickly changed when Étienne had placed a still warm poppy seed bagel in his hands and had told him to eat it.

Therefore, he would hightail it to the grocery store to get what he needed, then stop at Viateur to get his usual on the loop back and – if everything went according to plan, he’d be home within the hour to greet Edward with a nice warm breakfast to start off the day.

Of course, because he was pressed for time and had more than his usual share of errands to run, God once more mocked him and decided to throw him his own version of twelve Herculean tasks.

First, there was the actual getting to the câlice de store he wanted to go to and being completely overwhelmed with the thousands of choices for fucking oatmeal.

Second, when he reached into his pockets for his gloves, he realised, much to his chagrin, that he’d forgotten his gloves in some other jacket or bag. Naturally, going back home to retrieve them would only delay him. For now, he could shove his hands in his pockets and hope for the best, but he was already cold for later when he’d have bags to carry.

Third, once at the aforementioned câlice de store, he’d tried asking around for an opinion to try and speed things up, but before long he’d found himself surrounded by well meaning older ladies giving him recipes and lore on fucking oatmeal.

Fourth, when he finally dragged his weary body to the check-out lane, arms loaded with more boxes of goddamned oatmeal he ever wanted to see in his life, he ran into an old friend.

Not the most unusual of things to happen to him and certainly not the strangest place where he’d run into an acquaintance or such. (The one that really took the cake so far was when his original thesis advisor had turned out to be one of his pushers. That had made for an interesting first meeting.)

In any event.

They’d caught up as they made their slow way towards the cashier and Étienne had nearly dropped the small bag of brown sugar he’d been carrying in his arms when his friend had told him that they were now married and had a two-year-old son named Marcel.

It felt like only yesterday he’d been out at a club with the couple, now they were married and had reproduced.

Before he could politely excuse himself to go process this news elsewhere, his friend had suggested they catch up over coffee and so, after paying for his groceries, Étienne found himself walking over to the café across the street.

He thought to call Edward and let him know that he may be delayed by a smidge, but the last thing he wanted to do was wake up his friend if he was still asleep. He absolutely loathed being woken up by the phone and thus, figured Edward could enjoy a life of leisure and sleep in.

Plus, when he checked his pocket for change – just in case – he realised that he didn’t have much loose change and breaking a five for a quarter seemed like a waste of everyone’s time.

Edward would be fine, he consoled himself. Even if he was awake, Edward didn’t need him to babysit. He was a grown ass man and he could go out and about and entertain himself (or be entertained) if he so desired. He knew the language and had been over enough times to know the lay of the land and honestly, it was one of the many things Étienne appreciated about Edward.

Anyways, if he was quick about his little catch up with his friend, he would still make it back home in good time.

It’d be fine.

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One coffee and one hot chocolate later, (he had paid – after all, his friend was now married with a child, which meant a whole new slew of expenses,) Étienne left the café with the promise of “doing this again” and “popping by to see the baby”, while his head felt like it was about to explode.

There was just so much news he could take in one conversation before he felt just this side of overwhelmed by the passage of time. Obviously, he knew it happened, and he had been witness to quite a few changes, but it always hit different when he saw the changes happen to his friends, while he remained more or less the same…

He really didn’t have time for deep reflection and psychoanalysis right now.

Therefore, the best he could do was light up a cigarette and at least take a moment to let the nicotine calm him.

Then, and only when his cigarette was finished and he’d lit up a second one for good measure, did he walk towards St-Viateur, groceries dangling from one hand, cigarette in the other. Hopefully, there would be no other surprise guest appearances or delays.

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By the time Étienne was done buying bagels, he was convinced the universe really was conspiring against him. For starters, it had started raining on his way there. Not much, but enough for a small puddle to form which he didn’t see in his haste. Which of course meant that he stepped right in it while trying to cross the street before the light changed and now his feet were wet.

When he finally got to Viateur, it seemed as though half the neighbourhood had decided to get bagels as well. The kicker had been when the person ahead of the person before him couldn’t decide between poppy and sesame (not the hardest decision to make; poppy was the better choice), and the one before him didn’t have the correct change. Of course, instead of just taking what they could afford, they ran out of the store to – Étienne assumed – get more money from whomever was waiting for them in the car, which naturally turned into a side conversation.

This was why Étienne got his bagels at a specific time when he knew there’d be no one.

And then finally, finally, he was home free.

Finally, all he had to do was get back home. Finally, he was only a brisk walk away. Finally, he could properly enjoy his time with Edward.

Except.

Except clearly, God himself had forsaken him.

Because – because of course – of fucking course, the moment he turned on St-Urbain, he failed to take note of the new construction site that had seemingly popped out of nowhere overnight, and with his arms loaded with precious cargo, he missed his step, tripped and nearly saw his hard labour go careening down a chasm of asphalt.

Somehow, he was able to salvage the bag of sugar with his foot and the bag of bagels remained closed, but Étienne was ready to curse the heavens. Enough was enough. It was time to go home.

If he was very lucky, (which at this point, he sincerely doubted, given his morning,) Edward would still be in bed, he’d be able to slip under the covers and warm himself up right next to his friend. If he was only lucky, well, Edward would be either taking a shower (which meant Étienne could slip in and join – not too bad), or he’d be watching TV, (which could still be worthwhile.)

And if God himself had come to judge him, Edward would be out of the house.

Not that he’d mind, but after the morning he’d just had, Étienne just wanted to be home and decompress with his friend. After making him a delicious breakfast, naturally. Because after last night’s terrible drink, he couldn’t have Edward go back to his own home thinking that everything in his city tasted terrible. (Why Edward had taken the goddamned worst drink known to man was beyond him. It was supposed to be a joke. Had he known… Étienne was blaming it on Edward’s jetlag.)

When he finally saw his duplex, Étienne let out a sigh of relief and quickened his step. He could already picture the rest of his morning with Edward and he couldn’t help the tired smile that came to him, even if briefly. There’d be a warm meal, good company and a nap. Or, maybe he could just roll up to Edward’s side and let his friend’s warmth soothe the weary ache he seemed to carry around perpetually.

But – he was getting carried away. He still needed to walk to his front door, get inside, remove his jacket and boots and scarf and put the groceries on the counter. The rest would fall into place.

Therefore, determined, Étienne fished out his keys, managing to juggle his grocery bags in one hand, opened his door and stepped into complete and utter chaos.

God really hated him.

The first clue that let Étienne know something was wrong was the godawful modern music that was playing. Either Edward’s tastes in music had greatly turned to shit since the last time they’d seen each other, or he’d been broken into and his robber had a sick sense of humour.

The second clue that let Étienne know something was wrong when he stepped in was the smell.

Étienne knew, quite well, what his home smelled like. Every house had its own aroma and he could walk into his own place blind folded and he would know he was home. Therefore, when he smelled toast and something that had fried in a skillet, he knew already that his carefully planned quiet morning had already been ruined.

The third and final clue that let him know that he may as well have entered a parallel universe and that everything had gone to hell was Edward’s guilty gaze that peered upwards from a sandwich, of all things, that had exploded all over his face that he discovered once he’d kicked off his boots, stomped towards the kitchen and then dropped the bags unceremoniously on the counter.

He took inventory from the pan on the stove to the open butter dish and bread bag and he felt completely and utterly defeated.

Why the fuck did he even try?

He looked back at Edward, not sure where he even wanted to start after the morning he’d just had and had half a mind to knock over the half sandwich that dripped all over that was offered to him, as if mocking his very essence.

A sandwich.

"What is this, Edward?" He asked, exasperated. He wanted to be in bed, tucked in by Edward’s side. Not standing in his already over-crowded kitchen with Edward himself who couldn’t even wait a meager hour before making himself food, because, obviously, why would Edward trust him to do it for him?

He turned away, lest he say anything too cutting and tried to get a grip on his mood. Edward hadn’t just flown some 2969 kilometers to see him just for him to be in a fucking mood over a goddamned bowl of oatmeal and a câlice de sandwich, crisse.

He shrugged off his coat and scarf and headed back to the living room to unceremoniously toss them along with his hat and gloves onto the couch.

The worst was, Étienne really desperately wanted to tell Edward of the disastrous morning he’d just had and in his mind of minds, he’d tell him whilst in bed, warming up, and Edward would have had a good laugh at his adventures and they would both go off on the passage of time and the tragedy of people settling down or some such.

Instead, Edward looked like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, was occupying the valuable space in his small cooking area and not following the carefully written script.

But, maybe he could get Edward to vacate the kitchen and he could redeem this god awful morning until things fell back on track.

Returning to the kitchen, determined, Étienne focused his attention on slicing the first package of fresh bagels. Maybe if he just carried on as normal, Edward would get the message and fall in line. He reached for his good knife, grabbed the cutting board and if he started cutting with a little more force than usual, it had nothing to do with how he felt at the moment. (And if Edward felt a little intimidated by it, then so be it.)

(Of course, the bagels were no longer as warm and in his haste to return home, he hadn’t even bothered to eat one on the way. Another thing Edward had ruined for him.)

"I'd set one aside for you, but I see you've already eaten," Étienne's sliced up another bagel and expertly placed it in the plastic bag that had been provided for them. Edward didn’t deserve a bagel. Not now anyways. Not when he had at least four different emotions running in him at the same time and none of them were good.

However, instead of reading his foul mood and either grovelling at his feet for forgiveness or leaving him the fuck alone, Edward blinked at him dumbly, then scrambled around into the kitchen to help form an assembly line. He even went so far as to take a fresh plate out and grabbed the first two slices to put in the toaster, mumbling a hasty "Let me".

Le tabarnak.

"You think I can't work the toaster?" Étienne said, acerbic, and without looking up from his knifework.

There was insulting and then there was insulting.

Étienne was very much aware of his shortcomings, he didn’t need Edward, of all people, to remind him of them.

"...Huh? Well-"

"Psh, go finish your meal and let me do mine," Étienne shooed him out of the kitchen. This wasn't like last night. He kind of hated how it wasn’t like last night. Last night had been nice and easy and this side of soft and flirty. If he had to get Edward drunk on the worst drink in town to get him out of his hair… well, no, he wouldn’t impose terrible experiences on his friend. There were other ways. Why the hell was this so complicated?

"You want some?" Edward asked him.

Was he bribing him? God, he probably was, the fucker.

Étienne looked up at him tiredly, then back down to what was left of the oozing offering.

"It might not be any good," Edward babbled "I mean I made it for you, but you weren't- and cold egg is, and I-"

Estie. Now Edward was stumbling over offering him a damned sandwich. Was this day even worth salvaging anymore?

He hate, hate, hated this.

And yet.

For some reason, he had to try.

Étienne stared blankly for a moment before he gave him a wan smile. "I'll eat it, but you have to feed it to me."

He watched as Edward comically hit his knee on the barstool somehow as he got up about to return to the kitchen, before he stupidly pushed the plate over to his side first. Circling back, Edward grumbled "Making me run laps first thing, Maisonneuve?"

Étienne would have laughed, normally, but instead he picked up the offering from the counter and met Edward in the doorway to hand back the plate.

Fuck him, really. After everything he’d gone through, Edward could suffer a little.

He gave Edward a vague smile, but he did lean in slightly as his friend held the plate and the remains of breakfast carefully over it. He took a bite, and Edward winced slightly, there was no delicate way to eat this sort of thing and he was rather famished at this point, truth be told.

"Ess goot," Étienne said, mouth full of his second bite "buh,"

"Swallow," Edward chided and Étienne squinted back playfully before he obeyed.

"But," he continued, "it would be better on a bagel."

Edward rolled his eyes. The tension seemed to have dissipated, and he reached out to wipe Étienne's face.

"Do you want one on a bagel? I was going to make you another anyway."

Étienne sighed and allowed Edward past him to access the sink and wash his hands. "I suppose you can make it up to me." This wasn’t part of the initial plan, but maybe, if Edward busied himself with some menial other chore and felt as though he was helping, then Étienne would have enough time and space to put his own plan in motion.

Therefore, he watched as Edward happily got to work heating the pan and fetching the eggs as the toaster popped. The two drifted around the kitchen, arcing around each other when Étienne retrieved the cream cheese or Edward tossed the eggshell in the bin. It was almost a game, never touching, back and forth.

Étienne was so very used to this game.

This time, the yolk broke.

Étienne nearly saw it happen in slow motion.

The first broke when Edward tried to pry it off the pan a little too fast. The second broke on impact.

He watched, almost amused, as Edward seemed to evaluate using a third one.

This wasn’t like Edward. The poor dear seemed almost flustered. It’d be fun tormenting him a little.

"You hungry?" He asked as he peered into the pan over Edward's shoulder, munching on his first bagel.

"No," Edward hurriedly said, but Étienne looked at him pointedly. He had heard better lies from a myriad of people he worked with on the daily. Edward was quick to elaborate, "I'm just frustrated that you didn't get to enjoy the first one that I'd made, it was better. Now I keep messing up and don't know what I'm doing wrong..."

What he’d done wrong was make the fucking sandwich, for starters. Served him right, really. Even if – well, even if Étienne had been starving when he’d gotten home, and a hot meal made by someone he cared for always went a long way.

Except, obviously, when he wanted to do just that.

"Hm." Étienne leaned against the counter and took another bite of his first bagel.

He watched as Edward mitigated the damage he could, tilting the pan and scraping up the coagulated edges and then slid over the second bagel fresh from the toaster in anticipation. With a generous helping of butter, Edward quickly assembled his creation, more of an open face sandwich with a misshapen fried egg on each slice. It didn't have to look nice, really.

God, he honestly didn’t care.

Now that breakfast was finished, Edward started putting away the condiments and the bread. Étienne protected his shopping from Edward’s never still hands and curious nose and stood directly in front of it much like a dragon with its hoard. Even when Edward tried to side step him, he remained obtusely in front of that entire side of the counter no matter which angle Edward approached it from. It was almost turning into a game and seeing Edward’s little disgruntled face was amusing at the very least.

Served him right for ruining his morning and such. Egg sandwich be damned.

Étienne let himself get pushed to the side long enough so that Edward managed to access the sink and start washing up. He observed him from the rim of the dish as he continued eating his meal. It was much better on a bagel, really.

"Missed you this morning.”

He thought for sure he heard Edward say, but maybe it had been a trick of the running water that had garbled whatever words he had said. Maybe he’d said something like “missed the bus the other day” – or something. It had to be that, even if his stupid heart had picked up a tick.

Instead, he finished off the first slice of bagel and licked his fingers clean. He could blame whatever he was feeling on a good meal and a good bagel.

"Good sale on?" Edward tilted his chin and pursed his lips in the direction of the shopping and Étienne bristled again, making sure he was still protecting his prized possessions.

He paused for a microsecond and lowered his dish before he responded with a casual shrug. It could have been a good moment to explain the absolutely worst morning he’d had procuring said shopping, but he wasn’t really in the mood to offer Edward any satisfaction just then.

Edward dried his hands and turned towards Étienne, "So good you had to leave me to wake up alone in a strange place with no memory of how I got there?" He crossed his arms in a mock pout, hip to the counter, but somehow one knee crossed into Étienne's space.

The one advantage of his tiny kitchen was just this – the proximity it automatically created when he was here with someone else.

Étienne held his plate closer to his chin as he took another bite. He wasn’t going to fall for Edward’s silly tricks. Not yet, anyways. "Sleep well?"

"Almost, until I realised I was being smothered to death and you weren't even there to help." His knee made contact with Étienne's thigh, persuasive little thing that it was.

Okay, maybe he could play along.

"To help smother you?" Étienne squinted, smiling. "You passed out on top of the duvet, what could I do but bring in the entire guest bedding for us?"

He wasn’t about to freeze – or let Edward freeze on his watch. The morning was already ruined, he hadn’t planned on ruining the night either.

"How will you make up for it?" Edward took a step closer and he took a step back at the same time, almost as if dancing, while still making sure Edward wouldn’t try and do anything silly like reach for his bags…

"I only had the purest of intentions," Étienne waved around the remainder of his last slice, "just wanted to get everything resolved first..."

"Resolved? What for?" Edward unfolded his arms and reached for Étienne's waist with his left. He tried real hard not to preen at the contact.

"Oh, now I'm not sure you'd want to," Étienne took another step back, pulling Edward along with him. Just a little bit further… just a little bit more to the side… Away from the shopping and the kitchen… "Even though you seem rested and refreshed."

"Want to?" Edward let his right hand drift onto the counter innocently.

"Spend the rest of the day in bed? I thought you'd never ask," Étienne popped the last morsel into his mouth with a smile.

Bingo. Right where he wanted him.

"In your bed?" Edward backed him against the wall, and he went willingly, really. This was much more on par with what they usually did. They were finally going back to script. "Perhaps, with some modification..." This was perfect. If only he could get rid of his plate that was now the only thing creating distance between their bodies, but there was no place to put it and he didn’t want to drip all over the place. His other hand, unfortunately, was still too sticky to lead Edward away from his kitchen. There had to be a way, he was so close to succeeding.

Unless…

Yes. This would work.

Étienne couldn't help but smile. "Why don't you go wash up-?"

"Me? You're the one with the hot mess all over him," Edward teased.

Hmm, he had a point. And he didn’t like the way Edward’s fingers flexed on the edge of the counter, almost as if impatiently waiting for him to leave so they could pounce on his bags instead of on other places.

This called for direct action. No more skirting around the issue.

Without hesitation, he immediately scooped up Edward’s hand, knitting their fingers together. He laughed with glee at Edward's scowl on making contact.

"Who's a hot mess?" Étienne pulled Edward's now equally sticky hand off the counter and brought it to his lips. This was so much better. "Me, or the hot mess all over me?" Edward being flustered was much, much better even.

"What the hell did I do to deserve this, Maisonneuve? Was I wrong to make you breakfast?!"

Edward’s comment – or more like tone gave him pause. It wouldn’t do if his friend got angry all over again. Flustered was one thing, angry would require more work and he wasn’t in the mood for that.

Étienne would have rolled his eyes, but now that the tables had been turned and that he seemed to be regaining the upper hand, he wasn’t about to let go of his winning hand just yet.

Étienne set the plate on the counter and pulled Edward flush against him before he had a chance to remove his other hand fully from his hip. "Mhm."

Edward blinked and he smiled. His friend seemed a little confused, but Étienne didn’t care. It didn’t matter, really.

Leaning in closer, Étienne whispered "T'as oublié, cher, c’que tu voulais d’moi?"

Based on the way Edward tensed, he didn’t.

That couldn’t possibly mean that… surely, not everything from last night had gone up in smoke? Edward hadn’t had that much to drink, and it hadn’t been that late and –

Had Edward really, honest to God, forgotten what he’d said last night and did that mean that his entire fucking quest from this morning had been for naught? Had he wasted his entire fucking morning going out and about to get some goddamned oatmeal when he could have – when he could have just –

Tabarnak pour de vrai.

"I don't think I asked for you to glue our hands together," Edward shook the hands in question accusingly. Étienne simply squeezed them in return.

Whatever. He’d still make Edward the oatmeal because he remembered and because he wanted to. For one thousand different reasons. Plus, it had finally seemed that they were getting back on the same page, and he wasn’t about to waste more time being cross with his friend.

Still, he could probably jostle Edward’s mind a bit.

"Tu te souviens?"

"We don't do that in Alberta."

Ah ben l’estie d’câlice.

Edward may have well thrown a bucket of ice water in his face.

Of all the cheap fucking jokes.

From Edward, on top of that!

He would have expected more from him, but bold of him to have assumed.

Étienne sighed in disgust and had half a mind to drown Edward in the sink. Instead, he decided to yank him back over to submerge both their hands in scalding hot water, causing Edward to yelp in shock more than once.

Good. The bastard could burn a little for his comment.

Thinking about the political climate that was brewing at the moment was a waste of time. Well – or so he wanted to convince himself. It was infuriating as much as it was stressful and really, it was the same shit on a different day. How many idiots had they seen come and go over their long lives? How many more would they see? How many times would they witness their cities be torn apart and rebuilt for it all to start over again? The show was getting old and had gotten old ages ago.

Quite frankly, Étienne was done with it all.

To make matters worse, this time it seemed he had to worry about the provincial impacts on his city yet again. The put upon feeling he sometimes got when he read the news returned ten-fold with Edward’s little joke. Regardless of what it was Edward meant, Étienne had had his fill of such comments, this is what he heard on a daily. It felt very low brow and he didn’t want to be bothered by it.

Edward coming over had rarely been synonym of business talk or boring work shit talk and Étienne had no intention of starting now. Edward was supposed to be a reprieve, not a stark reminder of everything that was falling out of his grasp.

It wasn’t to say that they didn’t have talks about real issues that were going on within their cities, but usually, that didn’t happen on day one of a visit and certainly not when Étienne was trying to do something nice for his friend, and it never happened on a such a cheap shot of a shit joke.

He sighed.

In any event, it was always the same bullshit with these so-called well-meaning politicians who had the interest of their constituents at heart. In the end, the ones left bleeding out on the pavement were the people like him.

 He tried to clear his mind as he scrubbed roughly between Edward’s fingers. In a way, he briefly wondered if he wasn’t trying to wash all these shitty thoughts away and make them disappear. It would be too easy if it actually worked.

Soon, the pretense of keeping their hands under the water passed and he was drying Edward’s hands off with a towel, now with a little more care, trying to be gentle after his last roller-coaster ride of emotions. He knew, deep down, that Edward had been, most likely, (or so he hoped), just trying to liven the mood and that Edward, most likely, (he really hoped, fuck), didn’t hate him or want to mock and belittle him.

Okay, he was done now. He was tired enough as it was. He didn’t need to be downtrodden about whatever anyways.

“Eddyyy,” Étienne wheedled as he circled his arms around him, shaking the towel out behind his back before laying it on the counter, “j’ai tellement froid…” All he wanted right now, all he really wanted, oatmeal put aside, was to curl up by Edward’s side and not think for five minutes. Escape into something easy. Something like Edward’s soft skin and warm kisses.

Edward wriggled in his grip, as if bracing for cold hands to his skin, or something, even though their hands had both been scalded moments before, “Okay, okay!” 

Étienne tried to steer them out and towards the bedroom, when Edward turned back briefly.

“Nothing perishable in your bags, I hope?” 

Honestly, he no longer cared – sort of. The groceries could wait until next week for all that it mattered. Luckily, he knew a fast and quick way to get Edward to stop worrying about such trivialities and he cursed himself for not having thought of it sooner.

He managed to immediately dislodge Edward from the doorway, as he made good on his earlier threat and slipped his once again frigid fingers onto the back of Edward’s neck, making him wiggle a little more.

Étienne let his cold hands continue to seek refuge under Edward’s collar, where he knew he’d find soft warm skin, until he changed tactics to creep up his back and across his chest. Étienne thrilled at the warmth and even more at Edward’s reactions as he winced and evidently bit down whatever it was he wanted to say. This time, when he squirmed about, it was clearly for another reason.

He continued his two-step dance, keeping Edward’s mind occupied with more than thoughts of grocery bags and egg sandwiches, getting him further and further away from the kitchen, back to the bedroom, until he fell ass over tea kettle backwards into the mountain of blankets. 

This, he decided, was at least worth the effort.

He paused for a moment, observing his handiwork. He was brought back to earlier this morning, when a similar scene had greeted him, save for the fact that Edward had been wearing less clothing. Luckily, he could remedy that as well…

Still, the sight of Edward on his bed pleased him and warmed something deep within him he wasn’t about to address just now.

Étienne levelled down and joined his friend, finding Edward’s face even warmer than his hands, and his mouth warmer still.

He liked how warm Edward always seemed to be. A perfect contrast to his own forever cold hands and body, physically and otherwise.

Finally, his hands started feeling warm as he cupped Edward’s sides, slipping underneath layers of clothing he would eventually cast aside. He could drink the sight of Edward sprawled out and never have his thirst quenched.

But instead of boiling over with glee, it seemed as though Edward’s mind was elsewise occupied. It could be nothing, or some inconsequential triviality, but Étienne doubled down his efforts and slipped his fingers at his waist through. He knew how to distract him and he knew exactly where to push and pull and tug and - 

“Cream!!” Edward sat up with a start, nearly risking a mutually assured concussion.

“...” Étienne froze where he was. “Tabarnak, déjà…” he muttered, incredulous.

There was quick and there was whatever was happening here.

“The fucking cream in the fridge,” Edward moaned, “I forgot! I promised!”

Of all the – someone was clearly pulling his leg. This had to be a fucking joke again.

“...” 

“Did you want to make a pound cake? Oh, the eggs…” Edward’s hand came over his mouth in worry, as if he was realising some great travesty was about to happen, and honestly, Étienne could name a bigger one that was occurring. 

All Étienne could do was keep staring in shock and surprise. Maybe even a little bit of annoyance. This was not what he’d been trying to achieve, and he couldn’t believe that he was once more back at square one with Edward preoccupied over some estie de déssert, instead of literally anything else.

He would have screamed in frustration in his pillow if he wasn’t convinced Edward wouldn’t start fretting over some other fucking useless thing.

Sometimes, the man was downright infuriating.

“Édouard,” Étienne sighed in exasperation and pointedly put his hand in a relevant place, “unless that's a euphemism, I don't want to hear it.”

“Ah,” Edward stammered, clearly flustered, and maybe that was a good thing. Maybe he could still somehow save this disaster of an afternoon. “I suppose it won't get much worse for a little while…”

It wouldn’t. Étienne really hoped he could get Edward to understand that. The point of the matter was that he’d missed Edward more than he cared to admit and he just – he just wanted to have him all to himself for a few consecutive hours – or days, he wasn’t picky and just – forget about whatever else. They could fret over silly curiosities and distractions around the apartment later. Everything he wanted was here. He just – he just needed a moment. That was all.

A moment with Edward.

Jan 23rd 2025 10h28am

Part 2: Here

[vtforpedro]

life update - long

It took me a hot minute to find the last update. December, I guess? I'm so tired I never stop being tired and time is not real anymore. Anyway. Disability Stuff: I won my case in federal court in February. They said it'd take a year so I was a little hm. Found out the SSA voluntarily asked the judge for the remand because the written decision was indefensible and they were gonna take another look. Pros: Hey, I won! I get a second hearing! Cons: I didn't get a brief written by the federal law firm because there was no time. This is actually a tactic used by the SSA. I have no doubt they're fine tuning another denial. I also have to wait for the lower level court to figure out what was so bad about it (that they'd already ruled was perfect) to give to the judge I will have another hearing with. The same judge. Who said I was a liar multiple times and omitted eight months of medical evidence and said mental health issues are subjective hahaha. I hate this country. Health: Boy howdy it's been better and worse. I had the tilt table test in late December, went... ok enough, but my neuro didn't like how ambiguous the report was and sent me back to them to speak to an autonomic disorder specialist. Scheduled in Jan, just had my appt with her this month lol she is busy. She ordered: genetics test, labs, and skin biopsy. I've done the first two, third is scheduled in July and I'm gonna be a mess because needles u_u Brain stuff is much of the same. Episodic. Manageable times are a godsend, bad times are really bad. My heart started to do some funky ass shit a few months ago. My mom kept writing it off as anxiety no matter how much I explained that it felt like my heart was pounding after exercise. My BP and pulse shot up high for a while and b/c my pulse never came back down and it was interfering with, you know, living, my PCP sent me to cardiology. :') Cause I wanted my heart involved in this mess One 24hr holter monitor, echo, and heart ultrasound later, and I have a new heart condition. He said 'your heart is beating so fast you would normally see it with exercise' bada boom baby and has nothing to do with fucking ANXIETY >:[ I'm on heart medication. 10 meds. I need to start another med for my psych but that's 11 and I'm honestly getting upset because it's so fucking much medication in one day but every single one of them is necessary so what can really I do? Personal: Relationship with my mom is at an all time low. This is extremely unfortunate because a few weeks ago, my mom told me she is basically being 'laid off' (she's not losing her job for a while, just retiring earlier than expected) and I have to leave my home of 10 years by mid-August. Got no sympathy from her about it *finger guns* I've gone through the devastation of that and am kind of just stuck in how is any of that gonna work. My brother and I can't live together, so he's gonna move into a family friend's rental. Except he has no job and hasn't been able to get one in months. He started one on Monday, is gonna leave by Friday because it's horrific ig. Anyway my mom promises he won't be there. We have to move based on my disabilities and my mom's house is gonna have to reflect what we have here. I'll see it when I believe it. I don't trust her anymore. Extra unfortunate that I'm gonna be living 24/7 with my mother who has been an abusive person in my life the past two years. The short break thru the day that my apartment is just mine, quiet and gentle, is gonna be gone. I'll be introducing my solitary 11 year old cat Lilly into a house with 3 other cats. She only knew Isis her entire life. She was just diagnosed with neuro issues this year after going through an MRI. We don't know if she has seizure activity or if it's movement disorder, but the med she's on treats both and she has gotten better. Same process Isis went through. Cannot believe I have two cats with neuro issues and likely the same one. May 18th was one year since Isis passed. Rough, tiring day.

I don't know how it has been that long. Feels like it just happened. I can still see her and feel her through my apartment and losing it in August will probably shatter me most because of losing the last place she existed in. I miss her more than I can say.

She was my little soulmate and her absence is felt in every corner here. Writing/Fandom:

I went through a whole fucking situation over in the Stranger Things fandom that has left me not wanting to post anymore. Idk if neuro shit has destroyed my ability to write but it's humiliating and painful every time I post a fic.

I posted stucky (1 out of 2 fics this year) on my main acct and lost 8 fuckin user subs? Like goddamn. What'd stucky do 😭 anyway it was even more devastating and kinda like 'here's your big ass sign to keep your writing to yourself.'

Between the god awful shit that happened in the ST fandom and my inability to put together even a good one shot, I'm feeling really down about one of two creative things I can do in my life. I used to love sharing my stuff. I want to write and share but it feels like it's harming my MH. I can't draw or paint right now, either. And I can barely move around my apartment without pain. I can't even leave it except for doctor appointments.

Idk. Very walls are closing in type of feeling and I hate it. In short: I'm tired, struggling, and too many things are happening at once. I love you all 😩💜 thank you for your patience and love and kind words. Your support is felt through one update to the next. I hope you're all well and I'm sending all my love and hugs to you.

[katyahina]

Just passing by to day you might be one of the most dedicated BB artists ive seen 😭 Just saw one of ur posts abt facedata drawings and JEESUUS! The dedication goes so hard, they all look astonishingly unique!! Keep up the amazing work

Hafhdshfdsdf OH MY GOD, you mean THIS post?

This was probably the most autistic thing I've ever done hahaha; I am glad that you liked it!! This is still not all characters I indended to draw, though.. For example, the two Witches of Hemwick before their advanced old hags state, Fort or the first Hunter of Hunters were not featured! I just got tired (yes, this is possible). But I love all of them..

ALSO

Turned out that I've made a mistake with Yharnam Hunter of Despair, and he does actually use the default face data! What I confused for grey hair was actually piece of clothing 💀 Well, I've altered his look compared to what I used as a base enough for him to be unique.... but still, scrap the justification for this design :p

Anyways thank you for the nice words!! I love your art style too, you have a very good way to depict unique facial features of the characters I admired from the very start! During drawing Eli and Micolash I was impressed by the effort you've put to make their faces distinguishable! I strongly recommend doing extensive face data and models study on your own, it really helps to build your own way of drawing the characters! I hope I'll do the same exercise with Elden Ring and Dark Souls characters eventually, but this will be hard x)

[shootingstarrfish]

THANK YOU FOR THE TAG MEL @melverie !!!!! <333

15 Questions Tag Game

01 - Are you named after anyone?

My grandma!

02 - When was the last time you cried?

...this morning in the car SHDJFJ i cry a lot anyway but i was thinking too deeply about Jack's Song by Cavetown this time HAHA

03 - Do you have kids?

Please gaze upon my darling children

04 - What sports do you play/have you played?

I started playing basketball when I was about 10, but I haven't played since I was about 17? Not for any particular reason, I just haven't found anywhere I can play at (haven't looked much either LOL) this is making me wanna look into it again though :,D

Briefly played softball for about a year in high school, it was fun! I also enjoy cycling but I dont do that a whole lot. Did a bit of boxing during the singular year I had a gym membership, and learnt that I hate arm exercises with a passion but I love getting to kick things :D I'm also a freak, a weirdo even, who likes running hahaha

This is making me sound fit but unfortunately I spend 90% of my free time drawing fictional men so I don't do a whole lot of sport... ever......

05 - Do you use sarcasm?

NOT REALLY but people seem to think so sometimes? I don't know why lol

06 - What is the first thing you notice about people?

I dont, Im really unobservant HAHAH

The exception would be if someone has a really striking or unique feature

07 - What's your eye color?

Dark brown

08 - Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings, I'm a baby i can't do scary movies :,))

09 - Any talents?

At last I can talk about my one true hidden talent, doing a Mort impression

Is it a good impression? I have no idea, but I can do it

10 - Where were you born?

Oman! The only country in the world that starts with the letter O!

11 - What are your hobbies?

Drawing, shockingly, is the main one, but I also enjoy animation and clay sculpting! I recently got into plush making, I really wanna learn how to sew properly so I can make Belphie's big human world outfit jacket for myself lol

I needle felt and crochet sometimes but those are really time consuming and take forever so Im never patient enough to pick them up for long lol

At this stage I would also consider my general zine shenanigans to be a hobby too, I can't get enough of these silly things

12 - Do you have any pets?

Okay I'm gonna talk about them fr now so meet Pepper and Chilli <3333

This is Pepper, shes my darling little angel who could do no wrong, she's graceful and beautiful and way too smart for her own good and I love her so much <333

And this is Pepper's son, Chilli, whom you could never tell was her son if you weren't told cause he's nothing like her. He's very clumsy and not very smart but he's very cute and handsome so it makes up for it and I love him very much too <33

Not a single thought behind those eyes

13 - How tall are you?

Like 176 cm? Which I think is around 5'9 or so?

14 - Favourite subject in school?

If we ignore art LOL I enjoyed english quite a bit! I know apparently the big draw of math is that there's only ever 1 answer but I'm not a logic brained person so I don't like that very much. I'm a certified bullshitter, I like being able to say whatever I want as long as I can justify it

15 - Dream job?

To draw anime boys all day...

If I was to be realistic though I think a job where I can use art and be creative but in a way that doesn't take the fun out of regular art would be ideal? I don't know what that looks like though

Or something with animals

***

I shall tag @aspiringtrashpanda, @kawree and @featheredcrowbones no pressure ofc lol

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Rook Hunt Dorm Uniform Personal Story: Part 1

"The true culprit... is you!"

Part 1 (Part 2) (Part 3)

[Courtyard]

Vil: …8…9…10! Next up, camel pose.

Vil: Open up your chest area and slowly bend your upper body back. Once you're able to grab your ankles, keep that pose.

Everybody: Yes, sir!

Epel: Urgh… Rook-san…

Rook: What is it, Monsieur Pommette?

Epel: I thought I was supposed to be here to help the film club with their next movie, but… Urk!

Epel: Why are we… urgh… doing yoga?

Rook: Well, Epel-kun. It's to help you relax and prepare your body for the coming activities, of course.

Rook: The more we can release the tension we hold, the more our minds open, and communication becomes easier.

Rook: Yoga is the optimum exercise to increase blood flow, accelerate metabolism, and calm your spirit. On top of that, it improves your posture and style so you can become even more beautiful!

Rook: That's why Vil always does yoga before starting his film club activities.

Epel: I-I see… But there's gotta be a more easier way to do that… right?

Rook: By the way, Epel-kun. You need to bend your back further, or you cannot call that a camel pose.

Rook: Don't worry, I'll help you out by pulling your arms back!

Epel: Eh, no, it's fine―

Epel: OWWWWWWWWW!!!!

Rook: Hahaha, it seems your body is quite stiff, Monsieur Pommette.

Savanaclaw Student A: Yo, look at those film club guys. They're all in funny poses! I definitely wouldn't be caught dead doing weird stuff like that in front of other people.

Film Club Member A: What do you guys want, barging in on us like that. And, this is called yoga, first of all…

Film Club Member B: Leave them be. Those muscle-for-brains in Savanaclaw wouldn't be able to comprehend our more limber exercises.

Savanaclaw Student B: Haaah? You lookin' for a fight?

Rook: Come now, don't be so quick to anger! Why not join us?

Rook: Why don't we do yoga together to strengthen our bonds and achieve that higher beauty!

Savanaclaw Student A: Who'd wanna do that!? "Beauty" ain't nothing useful. Yo, let's get out of here.

Epel: …Pissin' me off. Rook-san, how can you stand to invite people like that?

Rook: I thought they'd be able to see the merits of yoga if they tried it. Alas.

Rook: Oh, what have I done! I got caught up in talking, and that I forgot to help you.

Rook: My apologies, let's continue.

Epel: Eh, no, I'm good now… Ow ow ow owww!!!!

Vil: ―Epel?

Epel: Ah… Vil-san.

Vil: I thought I might have heard an awful sound much like a frog being squashed, but that must have been my imagination, yes?

Epel: Urgh… I'm sorry, I'll be better.

Vil: Rook. I'd like to believe that there won't be any issues cropping us as long as you're near him, but…

Vil: If something were to happen, I expect you to "properly" educate him.

Vil: Epel is still lacking in aspects other than just his manners and aesthetic sense.

Epel: Am… I?

Vil: Just a moment ago, were you not irritated when those Savanaclaw students came and tried to meddle with us?

Vil: Don't bring in any low-level fights into Pomefiore. Understand?

Epel: Yes, sir…

Vil: And Rook, understand this. If Epel starts a fight with anyone from another dorm during this shoot…

Vil: I'll kick you both out of the film club― No, from the dorm.

Epel: …Man, even though I was just forced here to help.

Vil: Did you say something?

Epel: Nothin'… Ah, I mean, nothing at all.

Vil: Anyway. Try to keep self-control and prevent yourself from any sort of behavior that would tarnish the Pomefiore name.

Rook: Oui, Roi de Poison. Leave it to me!

Film Club Member A: Look at how cozy those three look together…

Film Club Member C: Epel-kun and Rook-senpai are pretty amazing. Putting aside the fact that he's in the same dorm, they're able to talk with Vil-san so casually.

Film Club Member C: Maybe it's 'cause I used to see him on TV and in magazines before I enrolled here, but I still get nervous, y'know?

Film Club Member A: Yeah. The fact that those two can talk to him no problem is pretty amazing.

[Interior Hallway]

―The next day

Epel: Ah, Rook-san.

Rook: Oh, Epel-kun. You're here early.

Epel: Yes, sir. My classes ended early today, so…

Film Club Members: Hello!

Rook: Ah, you all as well, I see… Then, I suppose we'll be the first in the club room today.

[Classroom]

Rook: Vil won't be with us today, due to some work he has, so I'll lead the club activities…

Film Club Member B: …What's wrong?

Rook: La vache… How terrible. Look at that.

Epel: Woah! Vil-senpai's costume is torn to shreds!?

Film Club Member A: It's not just the costume, either. The partition for the film set, too…

Everybody:!!

Epel: Wh-What's that creepy message written' in red paint over there…?

Rook: "Inadequate beauty"… Must be a message left by whoever destroyed the costume.

Rook: Hm, this is quite the case… This seems to be a declaration of war!!

Part 1 (Part 2) (Part 3)

Requested by Anonymous.

[scribblestatic]

Chub Izu, baby hamster. Usual potential fat shaming warning applies.

Sixth Trial: Seated Toe touch

Izuku's actually quite flexible, all things considered, so it's easier for him to do it than some people might suspect based on his weight. In fact, he's able to grip his feet without much of an issue. Meanwhile, a few others have trouble reaching their toes at all. Others, like Tsuyu, are able to lay with her chest completely flat to the ground, reaching past her feet entirely.

Tooru claims to be touching her feet and simply moving her hands away when someone tries to prove it. Aizawa allows that to count as a function of her quirk, but also gives her gloves just to see if she actually reaches. Surprisingly, she's quite flexible as well, reaching past her feet.

"Hahaha, you thought I was lying didn't you?" she jokes, laughing playfully at the kids who doubted her.

Seventh Trial: Upper Body Exercises

The upper body exercises involve more than just a single test. Instead, it's various ones, including how long they can hold onto a bar, how much weight they can lift, and more. Again, the students get rather creative with how they're able to use their quirks, if possible.

Minoru uses his sticky balls to hold onto the bar...but since he can't actually stick to the balls himself, he ends up losing his grip anyway. Ochako makes herself weightless and has to hold the bar to keep from floating away. Rikido, after ingesting sugar, grunts as he holds onto the bar for quite the long while.

Izuku manages to cling to it for longer than a few others, though he eventually gets tired.

Then, there's weightlifting.

Mezo easily picks up and carries several kilos of weights. Tsuyu has a bit of a harder time with it, more efficient at sticking to things than picking up heavier items. Mina picks up a surprisingly heavy amount for her size, proving her athleticism.

"Uhm...sensei?"

Eraser Head looks down at Izuku, who gazes up at him with those same starry eyes from the field. His admiration hasn't faded even a second since that point.

"F-For safety, I need...uhm...some things."

Upon getting approval, Izuku walks over to a barbell with a weightlifting belt and gloves on. He quietly puts several weights on each side, not really paying attention to how the other students start looking over at him.

He gets the weights up to he current safe maximum so he doesn't overexert himself and be unable to finish the last trial. Then, he crouches, getting into the position he's practiced several times over.

Once braced, he breathes in quickly through his nose and picks up the barbell. With a quick adjustment to his grip, he then lifts it over his head for several seconds before putting it back down, sighing in relief.

"Holy crap!" Mina cheers, startling him. She rushes over and starts looking at the weight amount. "160 kg... Did you just overhead press 320 kg?!"

About the size of three full-sized refrigerators. Izuku got used to that amount from his beach and other self-imposed clean up jobs.

"That's wild! I can't do that at all!! You're super strong, Midori!"

As Izuku blushes and stiltedly thanks her, a few others also comment about how cool his lifting was. Sure, others could lift more with their quirks, but it was different coming from someone without one. He couldn't rely on super strength or a float quirk--he had to do it from pure muscle alone.

Ochako nods in agreement with them, though she keeps her mouth closed. She almost threw up earlier.

Katsuki also lifts quite a bit, though it's not as much as Izuku, making him even further irritated.

Eight Trial: Endurance Running

To speed up the last test, several of them would run on a track for 12 minutes, passing the cones as many times as possible.

This test comes easy to Momo, who forms a scooter and rides on it for the entirety of the 12 minutes. Tenya also passes quite well, keeping his speed at a consistent rate so as to not overwork himself. They get very far in their attempts.

Tsuyu, Mashirao Ojiro, and Mezo also get quite far, though they're panting and tired by the end. Todoroki Shouto, silent and recluse, uses his ice to slide across the ground easily. Mina does the same, almost overusing her quirk but getting a very good distance down. Rikido ends up laying out on the field after his try, his hypoglycemia coming to bite him.

Izuku's with one of the last groups to run, alongside Denki, Kyouka, Tooru, and Minoru. At the start, Denki runs off, quickly taking the lead as Mineta uses his quirk to bounce from one ball to the next. Tooru and Kyouka follow after at slower paces. But by far, the slowest in the group is Izuku.

He doesn't run full speed, but instead settles into a jog, his arms pumping at his sides.

By the four minute mark, Denki's getting tired, continuing at a slower pace. His back and forth banter with Minoru has slowed down substantially. Initially, Minoru teases him about this, but he's also having trouble continuing to hop from ball to ball. The girls slow down as well, not used to the continued running. Izuku keeps going at his pace.

By eight minutes, Izuku passes Tooru distance-wise, and Kyouka shortly after. Even so, they still have more energy to run than Denki and Minoru, who have burned themselves out faster than intended.

By eleven minutes, Izuku looks as though nothing has changed. He's sweating and his face is a little pink, but he's otherwise still fresh and ready to go. Kyouka and Tooru have passed Denki and Minoru.

At the end, Izuku ran the furthest at a consistent, steady pace, and though he breathes heavily, he doesn't look nearly as tired as the others. While he wouldn't beat too many people in a sprint, he's certainly reliable for endurance, not burning out easily.

With all the tests complete, Aizawa leads the students over to a board to show them their results.

"The results I compile here are an aggregate sum of your results. It would take forever to do this one-by-one, so here's all of them at once. Now, remember. As I said, the last person gets expelled. "

Many of them stiffen, swallowing thickly.

But Aizawa grins.

"That was a tactical ruse, though. No one's getting expelled for being last."

And then he clicks the button, showing their results.

1st. Yaoyorozu Momo. 2nd. Todoroki Shouto. 3rd. Bakugou Katsuki...

The list went on, with Izuku gasping at his result.

14th. Midoriya Izuku.

15th was Sero Hanta, 16th Kaminari Denki, 17th Hagakure Tooru, 18th Jirou Kyouka, 19th Aoyama Yuuga, and 20th, Mineta Minoru.

Minoru immediately drops to his knees, his soul leaving his body, as he realizes he was just moments away from being expelled. Yuuga also looks a bit ill in the face, though he covers it by flamboyantly flipping his hair.

"Oh geez, that's closer than I'd like," Kyouka mutters, clearly disappointed.

"Well, we can improve from here, right?" Tooru cheers, bringing out a smile on Kyouka's face.

"Yeah, guess you're right."

"Besides, these tests didn't really let us show exactly what our quirks can do, y'know?"

"I mean, sure, but," Hanta points a thumb over at Izuku, who keeps staring at the results in awe. "We did worse than someone without a quirk, so we've got to be on our toes."

Izuku flinches at the mention, turning to look at them. Immediately, he shrinks in a bit, sweating nervously.

"Oh...uhm...s-sorry."

"Eh? Ah, nah, sorry, that's on me," Hanta quickly replies, smiling sheepishly. "I didn't mean to say that as a bad thing. You were great."

Izuku's expression becomes less apologetic and more wonderous, surprised. He's not had many people apologize to him before, especially when it came to the quirklessness topic. He honestly doesn't think he has anything to apologize for.

"I meant to say, ah, we've got to do more than rely on our quirks. Sorry, the way I worded it was kinda bad."

"Though, I think with the new way you put it, you're right," Tooru adds. "We're going to be heroes from here on, so we've got to be stronger!"

Izuku feels like there's flowers blooming in his chest. How fantastic... To be able to talk with people like this! And even though they know he's quirkless, they aren't picking on him! They aren't even saying he doesn't belong there! He almost feels dizzy with how exciting it is.

"Midoriya."

"H-Huh? Yes?!"

When he turns, Aizawa is there, handing him a nurse's note.

"For the burn on your face. Get back to class to review your curriculum sheet afterward."

Oh. Right. Kacchan did burn his face. Remembering it makes his nose tingle.

He's pretty used to letting burns heal on their own. Teachers eventually stopped giving him nurse passes cause they thought he was provoking Kacchan on purpose to get hurt and get out of class.

"Y-Yes, Eraser Head-sensei..."

He glances down at the signature spot. Ah. Eraser Head's handwriting. It's neater than he expected.

Gods, he'd love to get his autograph. This doesn't really count...but if Recovery Girl will let him keep the note and just say it's already been used, it would count, wouldn't it? Perhaps not, cause she'll likely not let him keep it. But, for the moment, it's almost exactly like getting an autograph.

Izuku smiles, practically glowing with nervous joy, a halo of anxious but happy sweat coming off of him.

"...I've never seen someone so happy to get a nurse's note in my life," Denki laughs.

As Aizawa heads over to the teacher's lounge, he passes by a corner on the building.

There, he finds All Might standing in his full form as he calls out to him.

"Aizawa, you liar!" he announces loudly.

The teacher in question hums absently.

"So you were watching, huh. Must have some free time."

"'It was a tactical ruse?' April Fools was a week ago! You once expelled an entire new class! If you feel there's no potential, you kick them out with no hesitation! So, what happened this time?"

"...None of them had zero chances. That's all."

"Indeed! I feel the same. You have quite the gathering of promising ducklings this year! Including young Midoriya, don't you think?"

That gives Aizawa pause, the man's gaze sliding over to him.

"Not 'including Mineta' but 'Midoriya,' huh."

Not the kid who got last place, but the kid without a quirk. Aizawa frowns a bit.

"...Well, he wasn't last. I'd kick out anyone with a half-assed dream. He just happens to not be half-assed right now." He looks away, continuing forward. "If he or any of them drop below the zero line, they're out. No matter what quirk they do or don't have."

With a more gravely tone to his voice, he stalks off.

"You better learn how to teach a quirkless kid for now, then."

All Might stands there for a moment before sighing.

He thinks, perhaps, Aizawa got the wrong idea for him mentioning Midoriya. Even still, his advice isn't bad. To learn how to teach someone without a quirk...many pro heroes don't really have the experience doing something like that, especially not in the hero course.

Midoriya presents a very poignant difference, specifically for the classes he'll be teaching. As the Foundational Hero Studies teacher, it'll be his duty to get those ducklings into shape for their future. Ensuring he does the same for a quirkless person...perhaps it shouldn't be a challenge, but...well.

All Might walks away, off toward the school building to look at his lesson plans again.

...If the quirkless child he was going to teach wasn't Midoriya, perhaps it would be easier. However, this is a hole he dug himself. So, he simply has to do well enough to get himself out of it.

Back with the students, his voice initial call was loud enough to attract their attention. The ones closest wondered who it was.

None of them saw the way the joy completely wiped off of Izuku's face, replaced by cold dread.

All Might said I can't be a hero, he thinks. I'm not supposed to be here. If he sees me...what will happen?

He scurries off then, hurrying to the nurse's office.

[castlebyersafterdark]

you are never too sappy! (congrats btw! + big love to the mike to your will... i see that blue heart and height difference mention 😉) the balance works so well so far. like a little glimmer of you. especially as its always relevant through a byler prism, so youre not making it all about you at all. i cant believe how cosy it is here. i genuinely await your writing like i would a new published novel hahaa. i also was going through my likes and saw an anon post on spicybylerpolls from february. it mentioned the sears catalogue and byler's fantasies and i had adored it at the time. rereading now, i'm like... VINNY?!?!? hahaha maybe it's not you but it's textbook and the style of writing and openminded humbleness felt very you. love.

especially love the self-acceptance journey you seem to be on here, allowing yourself nerdery, allowing yourself spice in byler forums, keeping a healthy eye on your online habits! + growing to love yourself more through will perhaps, keeping up with your writing, learning you kind of love cringe roleplay sex in fic?!?!? hehehehehe and also realisations that you may or may not want to share! its all gold dust - and honestly, this feels like blogs as i knew them growing up, like wordpress, blogspot, etc. proper old blogs where it's just right mix of artistic and personal.

x

Thanks, I feel so happy being here, everyone is so sweet 😘 Saving the dash from my personal rambles:

I didn't want to ruin it by changing things up too much. But, I do kinda want to talk about whatever here and post the occasional non-Byler stuff, still mostly the normal fandoming and spicy posting like I've been doing. Keeping the chill vibes. This does feel very much like a different type of blogging than I'm used to. It's cool. Even if people get sick of me or lose interest, I'll pretend that's not the case hahaha. Corny as hell, but it feels safe here.

Incredibly flattered that you look forward to my writing! I've always wrote fic and original pieces and scripts and loved it but had zero confidence. Did it anyway. I still have a lot of growth to work through with my writing when I decide to post polished fics, but that's fun now, feels different. I have so much in the wheelhouse. It'll fuel me to season 5 and beyond, I'm pretty sure.

That's funny you mention the spicypolls account, because I HAD to go searching through their archive and I found that post - wow, I see what you mean. The typing style certainly could make you think it's me, and it was an excellent post but full disclosure - I've never sent anything into that blog before! I only started this blog in May (whoa! 2 months?? Feels a lot longer!) and I genuinely only lurked and never interacted anywhere on the spicy corner before I converted this account, even on anon.

And I never thought I'd learn things about myself through something as genuinely kind of silly as what is, at its core, an explicit head-canon and writing blog for a fictional fandom ship. Hahahaha. But here I am. Feeling a little more confident in embracing my vulnerabilities and weirdness. Weirdness isn't bad! It's stuff I've known but it's different when you just live your life, instead of actually talking about it outside of your brain. Helps me feel less embarrassed after posting here sometimes - I look back over what I post and just cringe on occasion but power through a little easier lately!!

And ohhh it always comes back to the cringe roleplay, doesn't it 😏 Which has been a fun exercise in letting myself play around and try new things in general, with writing. With real life. Be a little weirdo. Find your people. Stay authentic.

Thanks for this one, it's a little self-indulgent, rambling about myself, but it made me smile. ❤️ Incredibly corny, but this is the kind of environment I think I've always been searching for online, but looked in all the wrong places. So, ughhhh. Finally.

[banjjakz]

"oh shit someones already figured it out" hehe i saw right through ur tricks LMAO just thought that gloomy yandere shoko would b Very hot (oh pretty neurotic woman w eyebags... u have captivated me). that was my argument. that one meme that says "my pussy has led me to places i wouldnt even go with a gun" HAHAHA

and abt final girl thoughts... squeezes ur gojo in my hand.... hes so dear to me, in all of his charming asshole and eldritch horror glamour. no cuz the way he chuckles and grins while demeaning reader !! he is not driven by pure love but by deeply rooted obsession, and its only suguru whos at its core- not reader. i love how neither gojo or reader respected each other despite their interactions taking place in the "gojo route". sure it is an otome route but you get no sweet lovin at all! you get literallyreduced to shreds, dissolved into particles scattered across the universe instead! sighs dreamily. anti-otome final girl fanfiction written by banjjakz youre so dear to me........

btw the gojo dsm comment took me out LMAO kinda unrelated but i know psychologists would NOT b welcomed in the jjk world lmao. the stigma around mental health matters between non-sorcerers pales in comparison to how a mental health professional would b treated by a higher-up, for instance. supposing ur goal is to have young sorcerers manage their negative emotions so that they dont go mental and die before they turn 18 then youre unfortunately getting executed for sabotage at best... i remember reading a yuuta fic in which it was mentioned that he had seen a psychologist after the rika incident. makes me wonder if thatd mean hes learnt (within that au) lets say breathing exercises and if he practises them whenever he gets anxious. every other sorcerer watching him like: https://www.tiktok.com/@androidg1rl/video/7291743972991503649

anyways sorry 4 rambling lolll thanks 4 writing final girlll loved it smmm and will be waiting for the secret endings eagerly :> !

no truly like serial bereavement was written for yuuta fans sure whatever but the actual intended audience is the #real sick and twisted individuals with a penchant for off-putting women who lowkey look like they'd be into consensual vivisection

"anti-otome" why am i obsessed with this label LOL wow this is really high praise anon like thank you???? crying.... we are inventing new genres of fiction over here..... just another day on banjjakz.tumblr.com

as for gojo's route, yeah, to be quite honest i can't in good faith imagine him in any lifetime or in any universe with anyone other than suguru. not even in a sappy stsg otp way, but like, just going off of my own personal notes of his characterization.... to me, pairing him with someone else -- even a self-indulgent MC -- would be egregiously out-of-character LOL. this was actually a point of writer's block for me as i was drafting final girl. like, i knew i wanted to tackle satoru. but i also knew there was no way i could convincingly or ethically produce a route where you were the object of his affections. had to take the cowards way out and have him kill you, lol, but at least we get lore? (more will be revealed in the final updates... i promise...)

KJHKSJDK mental healthcare in the sorcery world is actually insane like let's focus on physical healthcare and increasing the life expectancy first maybe

also if you'd like to slide the link to this therapized!yuuta fic.... [eyes emoji]

[aoyama-division]

ARB Birthday Special 2024: Karada Kessaku

~~ May 1st ~~

"Famous men have the whole earth as their memorial."

Login Lines:

"...99... 100! Woo! Man, working hard always makes me feel tired and good at the same time! ...Hmm? Oh hey, what's up? ...A gift? Thanks, but what's it for?"

"...My birthday? ...Oh crap, I totally forgot! That was today, wasn't it? Bad enough I forgot last year. I'd have been embarrassed if I forgot this year too. Thanks dude! I appreciate it!"

Voice Lines:

"A lot of my fans came and wished me a 'happy birthday' which was appreciated. Say what you want about Aoyama, but the people here, we look out for our own, yo!"

"Hey, Gramps. It's me again. Glad to see you're doing well. You probably already know this, but... yeah, today's my birthday. I know, I know. I forgot last year. My bad. But... well, you probably already know this, but... you're the reason that I can still celebrate them. If not for you, I'd... I probably wouldn't even be here right now. I know I say this all the time, but... I'm really grateful to you, Gramps."

"Man, 29 years old. Just one year shy of 30. I don't know exactly how to feel about that. I mean, I won't say I've wasted my life up until now, but... damn it, why am I thinking about depressing stuff like that? It's my birthday. I should be happy!"

"Hey Tomi! Thanks for taking time to visit me today! ...Ha, thanks man! That means a lot! You're one of my cherished friends too! Speaking of which, how long have we known each other? I mean, Lu and I have known each other since high school, but... the first time we met was at a party, right? ...Yup, that day was one of the best cause I met a guy who I could rely on!"

"So what did you happen to get me this year? ...What's this? A... ring? ...Dude, this is cool and all, but... you do know I'm straight, right? ...Oh! It's one of those A.I. rings that monitors your heartrate and helps with exercise? Oh! Oh man. Thanks Tomi! I'll be sure to utilize this, man! Thanks a lot! ...But for future reference, maybe don't tell your guy friends that you bought them a ring. They may take it the wrong way."

"Hey Lu! Thanks for taking the time out to visit me, man! I'm glad to see you made it out of the kitchen! Speaking of which, I hope you know that since its my birthday, that means you have to cook me up a full meal with all my favorite foods! And it has to be free! ...Hahaha! Relax, dude! I'm just kidding. ...Ahh! No, wait! I'm sorry! Don't ban me again, please! ...Sheesh, Lu. I love you, but you really need to learn to take a joke, man."

"So anyway, what did you get me for my birthday? ...A water bottle? ...No offense, but that seems kinda plain, even for you, Lu. ...Oh, wait. It's one of those self-cleaning water bottles? And it keeps my drink cold for a whole day?! Oh man! Thanks Lu! I really appreciate it! This is going to come in handy at the gym! Thanks man! ...Ha! Thanks man, I mean it!"

Tomi Lines:

"Happy birthday to you, Karada. ...And why would I not take time to visit you on your special day? Despite how I may normally feel, you are one of my most cherished friends. ...Yes, it was a soiree my parents were hosting, I believe. I must admit, I didn't expect to see you there that day, but... I don't regret conversing with you. ...Ha, thank you, Karada. The feeling is mutual, I assure you."

"Anyway, enough reminiscing. Here is your birthday gift. ...Yes, it is a ring. ...Karada, do not be foolish for once. Yes, it is a ring, but not the kind you're thinking of. It's one designed to monitor your heartrate, health and other such things needed for exercise. ...You're welcome, I'm glad you like it. ...Do not worry. You are probably the only male I'd ever buy a ring for."

Luis Lines:

"Hey Karada. Happy birthday to you. ...Well, lucky for you, today was a slow day at work, so I closed up early. . ...Only because it's your birthday, I'll let that one slide. Otherwise, I'd have banned you from my restaurant again for that comment. ...Whatever. You know me, Karada. I am who I am, regardless of what people think."

"Anyway, here's your birthday gift. ...Yes, it's a water bottle, genius, but not just any water bottle. I saw an ad for it on T.V. one day. It's a self-cleaning water bottle. It uses UV light to kill bacteria, and it cleans itself every two hours. And it even keeps your water hot or cold depending on how you want it. ...Yeah, no problem. Glad you like it. Again, happy birthday."

[chimerinshine]

Okay like what i said i promise i make some about the Trios met the King's Leap since it was a very long story i'll just skip some parts

One by One by One...

(Part 3)

After the Pawn yelled, one by one pawns rushed into the trios

Cuphead: *about to finger gun them*

Mugman: Wait Cuphead! Remember what- *avoids the pawn* what the majesty said we can't use finger guns that was the only one rule we can't break on this challenge

Cuphead: Goodly Golly! I forgot about that part woah- *avoids the pawn* But why would he say that i mean how can this be a challenge if we can't use finger guns

Ms.Chalice: *hovering* Parry Challenge!

Cuphead: Wait you mean like we have to - *rushed by a pawn and falls* Ow!

Pawn: Nyahaha! *stick his tongue*

Cuphead: Would ya wait for a sec?! In anyways, you mean like *whispers* Slaps and Dash is needed?

Ms.Chalice: Hmmhmm *nods at the same time*

Cuphead: Easy peasy! All we have to do is a team work

Mugman: Ermmm... *rushed by a pawn falls to side* Ow!

Pawn#4: You don't really take a daily exercise aren't ya? Cause you are too slow. Hahaha!

Mugman: *gets up* Wait til' i get you you little gremlin!

Cuphead: You okay?

Mugman: I'm good. Incoming!

Cuphead: *alerts* Hopya! *rushed to the pawns to parry slap one*

Pawn#6: *gasp and avoids*

Cuphead: Woah! *slams to the floor*

Pawn#6: Hahahahaha! In your face! Literally! Hahahaha!

Cuphead: Urghh- *gets up* I am getting tired of this kids

So far Cuphead and Mugman keep trying their best to Parry Slap all of the Pawns but the Pawns keep avoiding their slaps and dashes. Mugman mostly having a hard time parrying them.

Mugman: Yaa! Oof! Ow!

Cuphead: Eh? Ya ain't good at slappin' and dashin' don'tya?

Mugman: What no!.....alright yes nit get used to it ya know

Cuphead: Not only that they also keep squirming around

Pawn#3: Oi! We are not worms!

Cuphead: Did i say that?

Pawn#3: *about to say something but can't say anything* I- Okay that's it ya done! Chargeee!! *rushed to him*

Cuphead: Oh boy...*jumps and parry slaps him*

Pawn#3: Whop! *slides underneath him*

Cuphead: *falls on his back* Ow!

Pawn#3: Misseedd~~~

Ms.Chalice: *approaches cuphead* Ya guys need a help?

Cuphead: Yes please *eats a cookie* *swap body soul with Ms.Chalice*

Ms.Chalice: Woo! Now it's been a while since i used legs. Ya boys sit there, watch and learn~~

Pawn#2: Wait you are going to be our challenger?

Ms.Chalice: Dang right!

All of the Pawns: *looks each other and blinks* *laughs*

Pawn#4: Whattya gonna do? Hugs and kiss us? Bwahhaha!

Ms.Chalice: I might got your answer, but ya got to try me first

Pawn#7: What a brave girl? Alright then you hear her. Vamos!!!

All of the Pawns: *rushed to her*

Ms. Chalice: *takes a stretch*

Pawn#1: *about to rush*

Ms.Chalice: *does the invisible roll and slap him*

Pawn#1: Ow-*turns into a soul*

All of the remaining Pawns: *Gaspp*

Cuphead: So that's what happens if this folks got slapped

Mugman: If i done that...i feel like a murderer

Ms.Chalice: Was that answer your question?

Pawn#3 Yeah???

Ms.Chalice: Good! Next!

While the Pawns was one by one rushing to Ms. Chalice. Ms.Chalice is having fun slapping and dashing them and the 2 was amazed by her skills. After the Parry Slapping/Dashing all of the Pawns...

Ms.Chalice: Whew! That's a lot of park tour we do there

One of the Pawn's body: *twitching*

Mugman: Golly gee! You sure love Parries

Ms.Chalice: Oho! It's just some exercise

Mugman: Can ya...teach me?

Ms.Chalice: Sure! After we done here

Mugman: Yes!

Cuphead: And victory is ours!

Ms.Chalice: Yipee!

[thenightlymirror]

I really hate how little other people are able to intuit my feelings about things. That sounds like a selfish demand, I guess. But, when I think about what constitutes a nightmare scenario to me, wow, the people who are somehow closest to me love constructing nightmare scenarios for me to endure.

Now, clearly, this is really just something I’m doing to myself. There has to be some way in which I am choosing these people exactly because they inject me into nightmares that I then have to extract myself from.

I would say that that is often the case, but the one that woke me up was having a dream where I was lost in the hospital, and as I was going up floor by floor, eventually I stopped and saw this woman I knew at the nurse’s station. This was a woman that my friends had tried to set me up with, but I had no idea, because I was so not interested. Haha. She was insanelybeautiful, and very funny, but like a consultant, and had a deep internalized hatred of the poor. Because she didn’t want to be seen as poor, which is where she came from. She was extremely capable and mature. And I think for a moment, she psyched herself out into being interested in me. Which, I don’t think I have spend a lot of time explaining here that I am not capable or mature. I am basically a caricature of a loser, and not a good looking one. I think it’s not a huge reach or even really an insult to call me an old fashioned American “grotesque”. Like, that’s the brand, baby. Hahaha if you’re into that.

So this insanely hot Latina boss and my friends leapt to the next intuitive step, which was punishing me for rejecting her. Which, to be clear, I never did. I just didn’t act, because, I’m not insane. Or, I am, hahaha and I just didn’t want to embarrass myself or someone else so deeply for no reason.

It is mostly a wound to my pride, and for nothing! Because none of it was real, or a real possibility. It was just an exercise, an affirmation that I fail society’s standards. Which, of course I do. That’s I why I reject them. It’s a smart move on my part. It’s how I retain any dignity at all, with all the raw material of life that has been given to me. It is my greatest success. Being alive and deeply developed as a human being despite not qualifying as a human being in most senses.

But they ran me through the gauntlet anyway. Because they don’t know, don’t care who I am. And every time I see her, I have to pretend not to be horrified at myself. She is fine. She found an ex-cop who treats her like a queen. Which she deserves. But there’s still this trace, “Look what you lost.” In her face. If that’s what it takes, fine.

Otherwise, I would describe the other relationships as dominatrixes gone rogue. Like the program is still running, but loose in the wild, and I just keep running into these automated Killer AI in my post-apocalyptic hellscape as I’m looking for water and shelter. And it’s just like, do you remember me? Is this nostalgia? Are you hurting me for old times sake? Are you running the program for free, for yourself, out of a vague memory of love, because it might have been what I wanted once? Thank you, dying machine. I don’t hate you for trying to kill me again. Life just is what it is.

[plumblossomcafe]

Ch.36:The Crux Clash

Paimon: Paimon thinks it's best if Y/n goes since it'll prove everyone wrong that despite her appearance, she's really strong!!!

Aether: I agree. What do you think, Y/n?

Y/n: I don't mind. "I guess I could use the fighting style that Eula uses, but I'll use a sword instead of a claymore" (Author Note: I'm referring to Eula's character Demo, since I wasn't capable of finding a gif for it)

Upon entering the arena

Beidou: Our next competitor is seen by many as one of the favorites to win this tournament. Despite her appearance, she is capable of taking down all of her enemies that stand in her way. Her‍ first bout begins now!

Y/n: *points her sword at her opponent*

Jinyou: Y—You... You're one the hero they're talking about! Argh! How am I supposed to win now!?

Y/n: "Great, now I have an even bigger reason to beat you up now!!!!"

During the battle, Y/n kept dodging the attacks of the opponent in a graceful way as of she was dancing and her opponent was growing tired and angry that he was the one getting beaten instead of Y/n and in the Y/n ended up winning the battle

Paimon: What a strange guy, why was he so confident to begin with...? Well, now that we've won, let's go and see Beidou. She'll probably have something to say to us. We'll mainly Y/n since she was the first to fight.

After leaving the arena

Beidou: Hahaha, I knew I wouldn't regret introducing you as one of the favorite! So what do you think, Kazuha, Tomo? She‍ totally dominated that guy and did it with style and elegance, too.

Kazuha: Impressive. But I also observed her exercise some restraint, as if to protect the opponent from serious harm.

Beidou: Well, I've fought my fair share of battles, both big and small. And I say, after the show she‍ put on just now, she‍'s more than convinced me of her‍ ability.

Tomo: True, but you have to agree that during the battle, she fought almost as if she was dancing ballet or something. Hey, Y/n, are you sure you aren't a lady of an important clan or something? *joking*

Y/n: *doesn't understand the joke* No, I just learned this fighting style from a friend of mine in Mondstadt, I just used a sword instead of a claymore as my weapon

Beidou: *laughs* See Kazuha, even Tomo agrees with me, so come on, we all know you've got a wide vocabulary in there — can't you spare a word or two to congratulate our up-and-coming champion?

Kazuha: Alright... Let me think how to aptly phrase these words of praise......You fought well.

Beidou: Ugh, alright then. I was thinking your inner poet might want to join in the fun, but... I guess I shouldn't put you on the spot like that. You know, a lot of competitors came to me saying how surprised they were that Liyue's heroes were entering the tournament......And since you guys signed up, we've had many others do the same, with more than a few top-tier fighters among them. I'm sure lots of them are here to find out how they stack up against you two.

Y/n: Oh

Aether: I don't see what all the fuss is about.

Y/n: Oh right, Aether your next

Beidou: Haha, well, since everyone sees you guys as the ones to beat, I figured I should start treating you both that way, too. For one thing, we don't want you guys wasting all your energy in the early rounds fighting people who are well below your level. Not to mention... you must be itching to fight someone in your league, too, right? So, I'm putting you straight through to the semi-finals!

Paimon: Huh? But we only just started the qualifiers... Seems like a crazy system if we just skip straight to the semi-finals.

Kazuha: This is how Captain Beidou works. You won't persuade her otherwise. Besides, at your level, you would have made it to the semi-finals anyway.

Tomo: Hey, look at the bright side. You could either relax or watch the next rounds till the semi-finals

Paimon: Huh. To be fair, Paimon was thinking that, too...

Y/n: Same, if me and Aether were to have a sparing session, I would lose since I'm still not good at using a sword

Aether: "Then how were you able to beat Childe and that guy just now."

Beidou: Alright, I'm gonna watch some more of the tournament. If there's any potential contenders for you out there, I want to know who they are and what they're about.

After a long wait, Aether's opponent in the semi-final is finally decided.

Beidou: We're finally here, folks! The real show is about to begin!

Kazuha: Hehe... the captain seems to have high hopes for this tournament. I have not seen her so excited in quite some time. Your opponent has fought many rounds to get to the semi-finals. This makes him a seasoned warrior. You may well be stronger than him, but this should not give you cause to lower your guard.

Aether: I won't. I haven't forgotten why I'm here.

Kazuha: Very well. Show me that you are ready to push through the storm that lies ahead.

Beidou: Alright, that's enough chit-chat for now. The audience is waiting. Go find the crew member that signed you and Y/n up, she'll take you into the arena.

Upon approaching Zhuhan

Zhuhan: Your opponent in the semi-finals is new to The Crux Clash, but he has quickly become the dark horse of the tournament. I do not doubt your abilities, but I would suggest that you make sure you are fully prepared before you begin.

Paimon: Relax! My guy's at the top of his game he ain't gonna lose!

Aether: I'm ready.

Zhuhan: Okay. Follow me.

Beidou: At last, the moment we've all been waiting for — the semi-finals have begun! Who's it going to be this time — the hero or the dark horse?

Rongshi: I don't care about the prize... You're a strong opponent. That's what I'm here for.

The opponent proves surprisingly persistent. Faced with a less easy fight than anticipated, Aether had to get serious if je was going to win.

Rongshi: I'm sweating all over. It's a good feeling. Congratulations, I was beaten by the best. I need to train harder.

Aether: You fought very well yourself. I believe you have the potential to be champion.

Paimon: Right! For a moment there, Paimon was a little worried... If you had a vision, you'd definitely be one of the strongest around.

Rongshi: I wanted a vision once, when I was a kid. People said that if you're strong enough, you'll have your chance to get one. But mine never came. I lost interest, eventually. You can't depend on a vision like you can your own body. I've fought and won against Vision bearers before. The power they have was given to them by the gods. I don't envy it.

Paimon: Huh? You mean, you didn't sign up to try and get your hands on that Masterless Vision?

Rongshi: No, I didn't. I only wanted to pit myself against other fighters and see who was the strongest. Only in defeat can you understand your weaknesses and learn from them. So, I'm pleased with today's outcome. I don't often have the pleasure of experiencing defeat.

Paimon: Wow... now that's true strength talking!

Rongshi: If you have the chance in the future, please come and spar with me again. I will be stronger next time.

Aether: So will I.

Paimon: By the way... do you know who else made it into the finals? ...Is it gonna be someone even tougher than you?

Rongshi: Whether they'll be as tough as me, I don't know... But what I have heard is that they're extremely quick. So don't get too cocky. *leaves*

Paimon: There he goes... Maybe we should ask around to see what we can find out about our opponent in the final round. Paimon thinks we might need to up our game a little.

After talking with the other competitors and meeting up with the others

Kazuha: *clapping* You gave an outstanding performance. It is truly commendable. I could sense that you are not familiar with bouts of this kind, and it could have cost you the match. But you were quick to adapt and managed to claim victory over your opponent. That is a most invaluable skill.

Tomo: *playfully ruffles Aether's hair* You fight really well and have a lot of tricks up your sleeve kid

Aether: You are very observant.

Kazuha: In fact, I discerned this not from what I saw but what I heard — the ground beneath your feet and the pattern of your breathing. But it is nothing remarkable, for I discerned nothing more than Captain Beidou did.

Beidou: Ahaha, he's right. But in my case, I was purely relying on previous experience. I guess not using your elemental powers must be quite new for you, huh?

Aether: It sure is.

Paimon: We wanted to ask about who our opponent will be in the final round. Do you think they'll be stronger than the one we faced in the semi-finals?

Beidou: Not exactly. Contenders that reach the finals aren't necessarily "stronger," but they tend to have something unique about their style. As for the guy you'll be facing, his skill lies in his speed, and he has superior form. It's also obvious that he's seen his fair share of battles. What's the matter? Worried that you've bitten off more than you can chew this time?

Aether: Well, I'm not worried since Y/n is going to be fighting this time

Y/n: *holding her forehead while having a visible look of pain*

Tomo: You alright?

Y/n: Huh? Oh, yes, I'm fine, I just had a headache just now, but I'm fine

Aether: You sure? I still have a lot of energy left, so I can substitute for you if you want

Y/n: I'm fine, really

Kazuha: .... "She's lying, but I'm guessing she doesn't want to worry anyone, so she's trying to act like she's fine"

Aether: Y/n, just rest, you always work hard and rarely get a chance to rest, you always tell me to not overwork myself and I listen so why don't you listen your own advice, I'll substitute for you,

Y/n: ...fine

Kazuha: If that is the case, then I have a proposal for you, Aether. Let's go somewhere a little quieter, shall we? Me and Tomo haven't properly introduced ourselves yet. In the land of Inazuma, Were were wandering samurais.

Paimon: Uh, yeah, we could tell that from your guys's getup. But at the same time... When you guys talk, you both don't really sound like people who's used to waving a sword around...

Kazuha: It is true that I am versed both in literary and martial traditions and Tomo is very ambitious and lively. But on the straggling path of a wandering samurai, is there harm in acquiring a surplus skill? I do not mean to flaunt my martial prowess, but I myself have witnessed reputable fighters hailing from across the lands. I do possess some knowledge regarding your opponent's particular skillset. Given your talents, a few hints from me will be all that's necessary to bring your opponent down.

Beidou: Hang on! Don't you think you're bending the rules a bit there?

Kazuha: Gathering intelligence is an essential part of any duel. You must know your enemy. Besides, my lady, Y/n, here has fought many battles on their journey from Mondstadt. And it's best for her to rest here while me and Tomo talk to you, Such impressive feats require more than just bravery alone.

Y/n: My lady?, but I thought I said that I'm not from a very important clan

Tomo: It's just a nickname, it suits you my lady

Y/n: *sighs* Fine

Paimon: Huh, wait a second. We never told you that we've been to Mondstadt!

Kazuha: Hehe, does one not leave a trail when traveling through the wild? In return, nature also leaves its traces upon you. However, there is only so much that can be discerned from these traces. I sense that many things about you elude me still... These are the things I am curious to know about. Come with us. Some post-match entertainment is in order.

Kazuha: Now that we're alone, let me cut to the heart of the matter... Aether, you are skilled in manipulating the elements. And not just a single element, but multiple. Is that correct?

Aether: *surprised*

Tomo: *chuckles* Well, is he correct?

Aether: Ah, so you already know. No wonder you didn't bring this up at the arena.

Paimon: Paimon knew that you were hinting at something from the moment we met. You've known all along.

Kazuha: That's right. If the other contenders were to catch wind of your elemental abilities, let's just say it would cause some unwanted misunderstandings. If I'm not mistaken, you share these considerations, given your reluctance to use elemental skills even in the heat of a match.

Aether: Yes, but how did you know?

Kazuha: Hehe, when I talk about that which I see or hear in you, this is not poetic symbolism at play. I mean these things in the truest sense possible. Since a young age, I have been attuned to the tidings of nature. I hear the breath of the wind and the whispers of the leaves. It is things of this nature that I also hear from within you, nothing more.

Paimon: As crazy as all that sounds, somehow Paimon still believes you.

Kazuha: My humble abilities are negligible compared to your incredible feats. To think a human could wield the elements without a Vision... And not to mention your incredibly complex scent, like that of some mysterious being...

Paimon: Hey, stop evaluating us based on our smell! It's weird!

Kazuha: Could you perchance enlighten me as to how you managed to obtain your combined elemental abilities?

Aether: I'm afraid I don't know either. All I did was touch a Statue of The Seven.

Kazuha: Hmm, extraordinary. So then, might I be so bold as to inquire how exactly it is that you learned to channel elemental energy, and even wield it in combat?

Aether: It's all thanks to Paimon's knowledge.

Paimon: Aw, it's nothing, really. Paimon just told him whatever came to mind. It's been a long journey, and many things have happened along the way. Somehow, he just naturally learned to use the elements through it all... Honestly, even me or Paimon don't understand how it all works. I'm very interested in learning about it

Kazuha: Perhaps such unfathomable things are the essence of the gods and the Visions they grant. However, I still wish to have the honor of seeing how you wield the elements, perhaps it may yet reveal something to me. Of course, I too shall share with you all that I've learned. That will make it a fair exchange.

Tomo: I just want to observe, since I found this interesting

Aether: Fair enough.

Kazuha: Now then, let's test your skills, shall we?

After Aether defeated the monsters

Kazuha: Hmm, your skills in battle are truly beyond reproach. Even with your opponent's speed, he shouldn't be able to overwhelm you. Your opponent is skilled at controlling his breathing and maintaining balance, which enables him to execute moves that many would find impossible. He relies entirely on the element of surprise to defeat his opponents. In other words, as long as you remain mindful of his ability to detect weak points, then his attack should pose no threat to you.

Aether: Thank you, I will not underestimate him.

Kazuha: Please, save your thanks. If anything, I should be thanking you for the opportunity to witness your command of the elements that defies all known principles. The world is a truly mysterious place, it seems, and one will always encounter that which is still unknown.

Paimon: You seem kinda obsessed with Visions... but don't you already have your own? Why are you so intent on exploring the connection between Visions and the elements?

Kazuha: I desire to know what meaning Visions have to the gods. And what influences the gods' decision to grant humans these Visions. My apologies, you must be completely in the dark regarding such matters. For allowing me the honor of witnessing your mystical ways, I am willing to answer any questions you may have regarding Inazuma.

Aether: I am indeed in the dark, so please enlighten me.

Kazuha: So that's what you're curious about? Haha, then allow me to tell you more.

Tomo: As you well know, a Vision Hunt Decree is currently underway in Inazuma.

Kazuha: Visions are a gift bestowed by the divine. People that have accepted this gift are now having their Visions confiscated inexplicably, sometimes in circumstances that leave their original recipients dead. In the outset, supposing each of the Seven Archons had their criteria for granting Visions to living beings — then, does the current Electro Archon now doubt these criteria, or even the act in and of itself?

Tomo: Not to mention, with no new Electro Visions having been granted for such a long time, it would seem that Kazuha can infer something of the Raiden Shogun's feelings on the matter...

Paimon: She sounds less like an archon and more like... a tyrant. But how come Tomo has an Electro Vision?

Tomo: I managed to gain it way before this all happened

Kazuha: As far as I know, she is an archon that pursues "eternity." She will relentlessly carry out her will with no regard to what others may think or feel. Liyue's "contracts" are meant to benefit all who reside within Liyue. But what does Inazuma's pursuit of "eternity" bring to its people?

Tomo: ...It goes without saying that the people locked within Inazuma do not fare well these days.

Paimon: Sounds a lot like something the god you encountered in the beginning would do.

Tomo: Oh? Have you encountered the Electro Archon before?

Aether: I'm not sure. It was already a long time ago now.

Kazuha: With time, we will change. But the shogun will remain the same. If you wish to find her, she will forever be there. There will come a day when I, too, shall wish to understand the answers to "eternity" from her.

Tomo: Ahem! The time for your match is approaching. And My lady would is going to get worried about you guys

Paimon: Oh, right! We got so distracted talking about Inazuma that Paimon forgot all about the tournament! Plus, Y/n gets really worried about her friends

Kazuha: If you have no other matters to attend to, then we can return together.

Aether: Sure, let's go together.

Kazuha: Very well, let's go. I wish to see who will obtain the Vision.

[theorist-influencer-untitled]

12.14.23 Thursday

4:39 pm

Tomorrow will be my medical in MOA Conduent and thanks Tala for the back-up...

Plus, will check people will target possible people who wants to have an upper life in a way, a more progressive life away from the loud Manila.... Will just give this pre-selling pamphlet... If I have the money just for my property collection, I want the 2 bedroom unit near the pocket garden but I need a car hahaha but John is not allowed there.. I wanna commission angels... I need 50k or 100k or more... For my collagen down there and for the new refrigerator or washing machine and my deep smile lines and to save money...

Still, having windblow...

I just asked a salon how much is my hair therapy coz my hair is sick, it looks ohkay but it is sticky. They told me I need a "collagen -botox" and I asked about the "power dos" coz it was my hair therapy since high-school or the cellophane but I just asked coz I don't have any budget for now... They told me for my hair length it is about 2k pesoses.. I told them I just really ask for now.. But will just go back if I have the money...

I have so many complex in me, I really do feel fat,ugly but thank God I gotta job but it will just last for 5 months and after that I don't know if I can get the regularization but I really wanna beat the call center and get a higher position like a product manager or trainer...

I still feel self-pity and nobody wants me... The one that I possibly want it is so fucking crazy, I can't really exist and a thing to be my inspiration on my writing skill....I also planned to make a book about romance and more of erotic scenes based on reality life of people...

When you have windblow, it is somehow a big question mark... Question mark about everything, why,when,why,when.....It runs in my head...

I really wanna do botox and collagen as well... But life is not a piece of cake for me now... You have to live what you have now but not really my ideal thing but at least hoping I can buy starbucks everyday and save for my trip going to ilocos to see that beauty of sand-dunes and hoping to meet that fucking rock and some plastics rocks and pebbles as well...

But life should be now, live what you have...

8:35 pm

Still,have windblow....So, weird my body is aching more on left side....I didn't exercise for 5 days and this happens, if I stop stretching or at least just to exercise the basics, my body will be in pain...

I need a massage but everything is just weird here... So,tight, tight that sometimes you will loose coz there is no way out but to wiggle... The main point I don't have enough budget so, I badly need to have job to earn and to survive... ( Thanks to Conduent! )

Anyways, I feel sentimental now and somehow melodrama but I don't wanna think too much coz like what I posted "life should be now, live what you have"...

But it should be me singing this or you??? Or both of us... "the past is over and gone, give me your troubled mind,you know it is you! I can do so much for you...."

Does it bother anyone? You or me? ( Nakakaiyak naman oh! )

"Don't speak too much of what's been going on?" ( but there is question mark at the end, funny right??? )

For my fetus going to baby and I wonder if he grows without me???

11:12 pm

Oh! God please extend my life... My left body is aching and my chest and headache... These are stress,tension and pressure and worries...

I have windblow weird, weird am I hallucinating weird wind wind windblow Tecson??? Oh! I think he is a pba player that I got a crush on during college ( my teenage years) ....What the fuck, am I hallucinating....Windblow...

11:21 pm

I'm having headache... windblow... I feel that I'm hallucinating...

[the-haunted-office]

Thursday can see Leche sticking out her tongue through her peripherals and it sets her off into more fits of giggles so that her little sketch ends up with even wonkier lines. By the time it's all done, it's enough to illustrate her point so the wonkiness of it all doesn't matter much anyway.

She sticks her tongue out too, wiggling it around, trying to contort it into the shapes described in romance book make-out sessions, failing miserably and looking rather more like something that might have crawled out from under a rock.

Leche's talents are far more impressive, though, and has her laughing all over again. "What! What is that?! How are you- Is your tongue double-jointed or something? Hahaha! I mean! Of course tongues don't have joints, but is like, have you been exercising it- Oh! Maybe that's it! Maybe people can do all these tricks with their tongues because they use them more! I haven't been using mine enough, is that it? Hehehe."

Sticking her tongue back out, she tries to imitate the clover-like shape that Leche has made with hers - but the best she can accomplish is something that's like a little u-shape. And she just about goes cross-eyed from trying to look at herself to see if she's done it.

Leche couldn't help but giggle along with Thursday. The various descriptors for kissing where more better suited for fighting rather than actual kissing, but the throws of passion get lost in her muddied mind.

As Thursday skeched her knot, Leche absent-mindedly stuck out her own tongue, wiggling it around to 'intertwine' it with itself. Her brow furrowed once Thursday showed it to the scientist.

"I... guess not really?" She said, still wiggling her tongue to try and match the image. "I can tie a cherry stem around itself but I can't do that sort of shape. OH! I can do this though!" She faced Thursday and opened her mouth, showing the other woman that she can twist her tongue into a clover-like shape before grinning brightly.

[misguidedasgardian]

If not now, then when?

Pairing: Bucky x Agent!Reader x Nat

Summary: Bucky and Nat want you as much as you want them… it’s almost funny how much it took you all to figure it out, but Nat is not waiting any longer

Warnings: Polyamorous relationship, three idiots in love, training, sweaty avengers, Nat is kinky and knows what she wants, alcohol consumption and tipsy characters, threesome (mff), dom/sub undertones, smut, fingering, oral sex ( f and M receiving), face sitting, unprotected sex, (Don’t be silly wrap your willy), and other warnings I might just forget, but you can gues where this is going, fluff.

Wordcount: 4.9k

Notes: Ok, this is new for me, I've written threesomes with Steve and Bucky but this is the first time I write a fem!reader with Nat… Is a new thing I’m really into and will be sharing and exploring it even further… anyways… am I bi? I don’t know yet… I am attracted to hot people regarding of their sex? yes. I also wanted to write some slowburn and cute, but I really wanted to get this out of my system hahaha, some hot sex and feeling and we all get what we want, right? 

You grunted and almost moaned at the effort, sweat coronating your hairline and salty droplets falling down your temples. This brutal exercise it's making you tired and sore, but you didn’t stop… you didn’t want to…

You kept pounding into that sack of sand like your life depended on it, “because maybe one day it might” would have said the captain himself. 

You weren’t the strongest of the avengers or the agents, that’s why you needed to be the fastest, sneakiest, swiftest if you wanted to keep your place in the elite squad of SHIELD agents that worked hand to hand with the Avengers themselves 

You never knew though, that even if you weren’t the best, you’d ever lost your spot… thanks to not only one but two assassins

“Look at her any harder and your eyes are going to fall off” Bucky blushed as he looked down, hiding his face from the redhead assassin, “You are so sweet” she mocked, “a little creepy though” Nat invited him with a gesture to spare with him, and they did

“Why won’t you ask her out already?” she teased as she started to throw soft punches and kicks at him, and he repelled them skillfully and swiftly 

“Because I don’t know if he is going to say yes” he stole glances at you then and there, as you kept kick–boxing the hell out of that punching bag

“She totally is going to say yes” Nat answered back, with a smirk that made his skin crawl 

“We don’t know that, why don’t you ask her out?” he asked out of almost spite at her mockery

“I am not sure she is going to say yes to me” she purred, with those big green eyes and that gorgeous face. Bucky stopped his movements with a long sigh

“So you do want to ask her out” he murmured, impressed, “I was joking”

“I do want to ask her out” she said firmly. Now they both were looking at you, and you felt so watched you stopped all your movements and instinctively looked at the source. When you saw them both you trembled, feeling incredibly embarrassed. They both looked away but you couldn’t shake the feeling… Did you grunted so loudly that two of the hottest people you’d ever met heard you all across the gym? you shuddered and kept working out, minding to be more quiet this time

“I wonder if she moans like that in bed” she whispered to Bucky and he felt his cheek heat so much he thought he was going to collapse

“Nat” he reprimanded, looking around to see if anyone heard, but luckily nobody did

“You are so cute” she giggled, “I bet we could make her purr” she continued

“Stop it!” he murmured

“You don’t like sharing?” she asked then, raising one of her eyebrows 

“We aren’t sharing her she is not some “thing” he said, upset

“I know Bucky” she responded, seriousness taiting her voice, “I care for her, and I know you do too”

“So?”

“So? Answer the question, do you mind sharing?” she asked again with a smile

“What if she doesn't?” he responded, raising a eyebrow

“Is that a yes?” she asked back

“You and her? with me?” he asked then, “Hell, where do I sign?” he sighed again, “But maybe she wouldn’t like that”

“Let's see, ok?” She said reassuringly, “If not we let her choose”

You giggled at Tony’s joke more for need than for something else, you always had to be on the millionaire´s good side if you wanted to keep it up, he seemed content as someone signaled for him all across the room of the party and he left to meet up with a friend

You sighed in relief when you found yourself alone in the middle of another glamorous Stark Party

Not to be misinterpreted, you liked Tony, it was more of the fact you got so flustered when you were alone with people in general, even if you could throw a good punch and you were a good agent, assertive and alert, your social skills were heavily lacking. You went to take another sip of the flute of champagne in your hand to find it empty, so you walked towards the bar where you spotted a certain redhead

“Hey Nat” you greeted shyly, fixing a wild hair behind your ear

“You look stunning tonight, kitten” she purred, and you felt your cheeks heat at her comment

“Thank you Nat” you whispered, looking down at a blue velvet dress you had inherited from your mother, it was vintage, and for today´s party fitted perfectly, “You too” he silk green dress hug all her right parts and made her eyes look stunning, more than usual you mean.

“You are so sweet” she smirked at you as she mixed some drinks together, and you wondered if she was being friendly, or rather… You had seen her be “friendly” with other girls, and this wasn’t that, this was more than when she use to flirt with the Captain, you saw it first hand, in missions and such

“Kitten” she called and you worked from your stupor, “I asked what can I get you?” she raised an eyebrow, entertained by your lost puppy look

“Well… Oh, sorry” you mumbled, “I was drinking champagne, but…”

“I think you might want to get something stronger” you just nodded with a smile, taking a seat right in front of her at the bar.

“Surprise me” you muttered, even surprising yourself that you’d flirt back. She was also pleasantly surprised as she started mixing the drink after she winked at you 

“I don’t think I’m the only one who thinks you look stunning” Nat said with a wide smile as she handed you a St Germain Cocktail

“What do you mean?” you asked, she pointed with her head behind you and you turned to see Bucky looking right at you both. He was supposed to be talking with Sam and Steve but his eyes wouldn’t leave your form for a second. You turned back to Nat with heated cheeks

“I think he might be looking at you” you suggested, why would he look at you when he could be looking at Nat? she was one of the most gorgeous women you had ever laid eyes on, she was like a model or an actress.

“Maybe he is looking at both of us” she suggested 

But a jealous spark burn in your chest, you really liked Bucky too, but as you looked back at Nat and found her waving at Bucky teasingly, you thought you were being selfish and also naive. Why would any of them be looking at you when they could be looking at each other?

“A penny for your thoughts?” you turned to look at Nat

“No, nothing” you giggled, waving it off

“Do you like him?” she asked, and you panicked. Nat was your friend, she had always been so nice to you when you joined the Agents of SHIELD and then you knew for a fact that she handpicked you and recommended you to participate in exclusive training with the Avengers, into the close circle. She would always give you advice and you considered her your friend, in missions she would alway have your back, and you really, really cared for her. 

“Oh, well, he is handsome” but admit your attraction to Bucky would ruin your relationship with Nat? You cared for them both, and liked them too much, and you still think it must be illegal to look as good as they did, This was something that you were exploring yourself because you had never want to have a relationship with two people at the same time, or wanting to be with them at the same time. 

“I agree” something in her tone made your panties damp, and you didn't even know why, maybe they already were since you looked at the redhead, “He is so hot” was this a girl talk? Did you misunderstand everything??

“Yeah” you muttered, ignoring the pain in your chest, thinking that now they were both going with each other and leaving you 

“You want him too?” you looked at her alarmed

“What?” She only smiled at you, her green eyes wouldn’t miss a thing, she looked like she was on the hunt, and you found yourself wanting to be her prey

“Do you want him too, kitten? Answer me” her tone alone made you sit straight as you looked at her wide eye

“Yes” you confessed, “I want him too”

“Besides me? Or like me?” she tilted her head showing you her neck and you shuddered on your spot

“I want you both” you confessed, she wasn’t even a Witch like Wanda but you could confess murder to her right now if she asked

“You are a good girl” she purred, she leaned in giving you an amazing view of her cleavage and she caressed your cheek making you shudder, “Are you going to be a good girl for us?”

“What?” you managed to ask

“See Bucky and I we couldn’t decide either” she said simply, “We both wanted you, so we agreed on asking you how you felt about it” 

“I feel so good about it” you said with wide eyes and a dry mouth, waiting for her next move

“Good girl” 

Bucky watched with wide eyes the exchange between you and Nat, the way she caressed your cheek and you leaned into her touch like a little kitten. Does this mean what he thought it meant? Nat shamelessly looked at him and winked, and then you looked at him as well, with those doe, innocent eyes

Perhaps he should have been there right next to Nat, buy she was right you were shy, and both of them coming over you it might just be too much

Then, the unthinkable happened, Nat whispered something in your ear and you leaned in and kissed her softly. Nat immediately kissed you back and thanks to his heightened vision he could see Nat´s tongue breaching into your mouth. But as soon as you started making out you stopped, looking around terrified that someone had seen you, luckily for you both, the party was dying down and the only one who saw the exchange was Bucky himself. 

Nat looked at him back and winked once again, grabbing your hand softly and taking you away from the party and on the way to the elevator, and Bucky knew where Nat was going to take you next.

His feet move on their own accord, taking him towards the exit

“Bucky, where are you going?” asked Sam, behind him, Bucky turned to see Steve smiling knowingly at him, he had also looked at the entire exchange and he could only imagine where his friend was going.

“To continue the party somewhere else” he whispered, and grinned at both of them before disappearing 

“Lucky bastard” muttered Steve and Sam looked as puzzled as ever. Sam turn to look again and then he puzzle it together

"No, WHAT?"

. . .

“Are you sure this is ok?” you asked, as Nat and you sneaked into Bucky's room

“He is going to love this” she closed the door behind her and walked towards you to trap you in her arms, she grabbed you by the back of your neck and kissed you roughly. You could tell she liked it when you kissed her first at the bar but now she wanted to take the lead, and you let her. She devoured you whole and you moaned against her mouth because of how good it felt. You had barely noticed that she led you to the bed until the back of your legs hit the mattress and you let yourself fall with Nat on top of you. You placed your hands on her ribcage and caressed her over her soft dress, she purred against your lips and her mouth left yours to travel down your neck leaving wet kisses and little nibs all over. No matter how desperate it looked, your thighs spread letting her fall between them closing the distance between you

When Bucky entered his room, what he saw almost send him to the ER, you were laying on his bed with Nat on top of you feasting on your neck and collarbones, your hands were all over the redhead and you were letting out sweet sounds that made his pants way too tight too soon. He could finish on his pants for the sight alone

“There you are” Nat purred, releasing your neck to look at the man. You opened your eyes widely, not knowing if he was going to go for it, “Look what I got” teased Nat, looking down at you, kissing you again, “Turns out she also wanted us both” 

“You filthy little thing, uh?” he walked towards you both, looking at your reddened lips because of Nat’s lipstick 

“Hey Bucky” you greeted shyly, they both shared looks

“Isn’t she the cutest?” Nat asked as if you weren’t even there. Bucky climbed on the bed and kneeled right by your side, he leaned in and kissed you sweetly, you responded immediately, transmitting with your lips how much you wanted him

“And the sweetest”, he completed, as both of them leaned back and looked at you, contemplating in how many ways they wanted to make you theirs. Bucky gently grabbed your chin with his thumb and index, making you look at him

“Are you sure you want this sweet girl?” he asked, seriously, you nodded, “I’m gonna need your words” he asked

“I really want you both” you whispered, looking at Nat and then at Bucky, “Do you?” you asked, “What is going to happen afterwards?”

“We both want you” muttered Nat, she placed her hand on your cheeks and caressed it with her thumb, “And we want each other” she said then, looking at Bucky. He leaned in and kissed her, roughly, wildly, like they had been containing their desire and they finally let it loose. Watching them kissed was hotter than you expected, making you whine in need, wanting to be in between them so much. They separated when they heard you, with big smiles on their faces they turned to draw their attention back to you.

“Aren't you a needy little thing?” purred Bucky

“Are you jealous?” asked Nat then, and you just nodded. So they with big smiles leaned in and took turns kissing you. Nat after she dropped some open mouthed kisses she went down your neck like she was when Bucky came in, in turn Bucky devoured your mouth. It had barely started and you were already overwhelmed, there was so much to touch, to feel, to provoke

“Relax sweetie” was Nat able to read your thoughts? it seemed like it

“I’m nervous” you whispered, and they looked terrified, “No! no I really want this, more than anything in the world, but I’m just nervous I’m not going to… do it well” 

“Oh honey” Nat Purred, she took place between your thighs with a sulky smile, “You are doing great sweetie” 

“We will guide you,” said Bucky, “Don’t you worry” he was kneeling on the bed next to your head, and while Nat took care of your dress, sliding it down your body, leaving you only in that sexy lingerie you like wearing in special events. You really wanted to take care of Bucky so you sat on the bed to start undressing him, with his help, out of his dressing pants and his shirt, revealing his metal arm you guessed it was going to be a great element tonight 

“You kinky girl” he admired when he catches you eying his metal arm, “We are going to leave the arm for another night, ok?” you nodded, suddenly excited if he meant there was going to be a do over of tonight. You both then looked and Nat and together slid her dress right off of her, revealing her gorgeous red set.

Nat pushed you back into the bed, and with her soft hands she caressed you from your ribcage down your belly, hips and the seam of your panties, with your permission sliding them off your legs.

The light was on, they when Nat pushed your thighs open they both had a perfect view of your glistening pussy, so wet and ready for them it almost hurt you, certainly the air of the room made you squirm in need, you needed to be touched, and you needed to touch them. 

“Please” you begged, not sure for what

“Nat is going to give you what you need” muttered Bucky, looking with adoration how Nat leaned over your weeping sex, and dove in. You moaned wantonly when you felt her tongue tracing your slit, using her fingers to open you up, finding what she was looking for. Suddenly she latched on your clit, making you scream in surprise and pleasure 

Bucky kneeled right by your head so you touched the hem of his boxers with your fingers and drew them down, releasing his cock. You could barely concentrate, Nat lapping at your clit and caressing your folds teasingly with his fingers, but you needed to return some of the pleasure. You fisted his thick cock slowly, using the drops of precum to cover it. Bucky grunted, his dark eyes not leaving the place where Nat was giving you so much pleasure. After fisting him for a couple of times Bucky agreed to your silent petition and let you take his cock on your mouth. It felt heavy on your tongue and you moaned around him, making him fist your hair

“Aren’t you a little minx” he purred, when you suck on his tick hungrily, already addicted to his salty flavor. Nat got more intense with her ministrations, started fingering you more rapidly, finding that spongy spot and curling her fingers. This new experience made you cum without any warning into Nat’s face. You whimpered, feeling embarrassed as you could stop it and rode your orgasm. Nat took everything you gave her, helping you prolong your climax with her mouth and fingers 

You moaned into Bucky’s cock, wanting to apologize but Nat mad you feel you had nothing to be sorry for

“Bucky she is delicious” she whispered, cleaning her lips with her tongue, finally releasing you gently and slowly

“Fuck I want a taste” you whined when he made you release him, “But I want to fuck her even more”

“Bucky please fuck me” you begged, the redhead laid by your side and kissed you roughly, making you taste yourself in her mouth and you never tasted something more erotic, Nat, and Bucky and you all mixed together.

Bucky placed himself between your shaky legs, and entered you slowly, making you whimper because of the stretch but you felt so good, so full

“I need your words doll” he said, searching in your face for any kind of indication that you were alright 

“I’m good Bucky please don´t stop, fuck me” you begged shamelessly, and he complied, burying himself until he was seated full inside of you. He was so big you felt him in your belly, and you fucking loved it

You moved your hips teasingly, inviting him to move, and with a wide smile he did. Nat was looking at all of it with big eyes and need in her, a warmth that made her skin tingle from every hair in her head to the tip of her toes.

“Nat” you called, touching her thigh, trying to grab her. She understood instantly, and looked for Bucky’s approval, which he have with an enthusiastic nod

“You sure Kitten?” she asked

“Yes please Nat, I need to taste you” you cried. She slowly raised her leg and straddled your face, not letting her full weight fall over you, but now you had an amazing view of her pussy. you leaned in to taste her, giving her a lick all over her slit, making her moan loudly. But it wasn’t enough, you hugged her thighs and made her lay all her weight on your face, to be able to devour her properly, which you did. Nat snap her hips, indicating you exactly where she wanted you, and you obeyed her, giving her everything she wanted and more

In desperation of how good you were making her feel, she leaned over to kiss Bucky, who was fucking you slowly, with determination, letting find your own rhythm with Nat

Watching you two was like a piece of the more exquisite art, and if it weren’t for his stamina and the supersoldier serum he would’ve finished by now. You two were going to drive him insane. 

You softly started caressing Nat’s folds with one finger and introduced it deeper, fingering her slowly. You moved even more desperately. Drove by Bucky’s thick cock. She moved her hips, riding your face and you knew she was about to cum, and you felt so good you were the one who was provoking that on her and your chest filled with pride. 

It took one hard thrust from Bucky to make you moan into Nat’s folds, the vibrations triggered her orgasm, you lapped at her juices happily taking everything she gave. She got off of you when she felt your own orgasm was near. Bucky grabbed your hips and started pumping into you roughly, without relent no mercy. and you, hoping for something to grab took a hold on his forearms, driving yourself to meet his thrusts 

The sound you made, sloppy, wet skin to skin was just filthy, and with one touch of Nat’s fingers in your clit you came, hard, perhaps harder than you had ever done. Bucky helped you ride your orgasm and then he slid right off of you. making you whimper. But you were so sensitive you actually could pass out right now and have the best sleep of your life

“Are you ok, kitten?” Nat appeared in your line of vision, worry tainting her face

“I’m fine” you said simply, with a smile that told them you were so close to heaven as it was.She placed herself right beside you, spreading her legs to welcome Bucky, who wasted no time in fucking her, nice and slowly, finding his own pace. You didn’t like not participating, so you hug Nat´s side, kissing her slowly, intertwining your legs with hers as Bucky fucked her 

Nat begged to Bucky to go faster and you wondered if they ever fucked before, you guessed they have, and if that should make you feel some sort of jealousy, you only felt lucky they decided to share their bed with you as you held Nat haring her draw the most delicious sounds.

With grunt, watching so much action between the two of you, Bucky started pressing and rubbing Nat’s clit to push her orgasm, they reached her at the same time Bucky reached his. 

Now you were jealous, wanting to have Bucky’s seed to yourself, but you kissed Nat instead, until it drew a soft smile from her lips

You could pass out right now from the exhaustion, but the pleasure was becoming addicting

"Bucky", she whined, "I want you to come in our kitten", she pleaded, as it didn't even involved you, and that made it even hotter.

“For now, you can taste him on me, kitten” purred Nat again making you think she can read minds, grabbing your chin and making you look at her. You just nodded, getting on your hands and knees, presenting for Bucky who grabbed your hips roughly. He was already hard again, ready to fuck you senseless. Nat accommodated under you, spreading her thighs showing you Bucky’s work on her.

You dove in right then, lapping at their combined juices and moaning at the taste. 

Bucky did fuck you senseless because its on of the last things you remembered

You woke up tangled in bucky’s arm your head over his chest, you opened your eyes slowly and found Nat, looking back at you with those big green eyes you loved so much

“Good morning” she whispered, and you whispered the greeting back, “How’d you sleep?”

“We didn't do so much of that” you whispered, “But the little I had was amazing” You looked at Bucky and you found him asleep with a satisfied grin on his face, and you smiled widely.But soon you erased the smile. As the events of last night fell over your shoulders, you had fucked Nat AND Bucky, what was going to happen now? Was your friendship going to get ruined? Was it all going to become awkward? Had you come between them? Maybe they just wanted to be together, both of them, maybe they were just having fun, spicing things up

“A penny for your thoughts?” you turned to look at Nat, who seemed worried, your face must have turned so serious

“Well I was thinking…” you murmured, “I think I should go” you whispered, trying to untangle yourself from the web of limbs and sheets

“Why would you think that?” Bucky just pulled you back towards his chest, revealing his awakeness. Where Nat caressed your arm over Bucky

“I didn’t thought you’d be the type of sneaking off in the morning” Nat whispered cheekily 

“I’m not” you responded, embarrassed, “But I thought this was a one-time thing” 

“Do you want it to be?” asked Bucky, worry tainting his face, you cuddled more into his chest and reached for Nat at the other side of him. You shook your head giving your answer, whispering a sweet No, because here, tangled with this two beautiful people, is the place you finally felt you truly belonged 

“Me neither” purred Nat, placing her chin on Bucky’s chest to look at the man, you did the same thing, waiting for his confirmation

“You are both mine now” he said with a shy smile. And your chest felt warm, warm with love and excitement 

“How are we going to tell people?” you asked then, looking at both of them, “That we are in a… thruple?” they both chuckle, “On a threesome?”

“That sounds hot, but I think the right term is “polyamorous relationship”” muttered Bucky

“Wanda is in a relationship with an android, and you are worried about such details?” she asked then raising her eyebrow

“I don’t know” you giggled, cuddling more into Bucky's chest 

“The only thing we should be worrying about is Bucky getting constantly high fived his metal arm might break” you giggled even more as Bucky drew a triumphant smile

“Damn right, I’m with the two most beautiful women on the fucking world” he caressed both of you lazyly dawing shapes on your naked backs 

“Damn right” whispered Nat, your hand found each other's arms, caressing you and you her, and also Bucky on his belly, “And we should get a bigger bed”

“And a Bigger room” you suggested 

“I like the way you think sweetheart” purred Bucky 

“Perhaps it’s too early to say it” you whispered, “But I love you both” there was an awful silence which made you tense, but that’s because you missed the excited looks Bucky and Nat shared. 

“We love you too” Bucky kissed the top of your head making you purr, and then Nat leaned in and kissed your lips softly. You moaned against her mouth as you placed your leg over Bucky´s, tangled it with Nat and instinctively grinding against Bucky’s side

“Oh fuck” Bucky growled, feeling both of you rubbing against him. With a giggle you released Nat laying your head against Bucky's chest again

“So, how do we tell the team?” you asked again, but where interrupted by a strong knock on the door

“Whoever it is FUCK OFF!” yelled Bucky

“Yeah, go bother someone else!” muttered Nat and they both looked at you

“Yeah, fuck off!” you said then

“LANGUAGE!” you heard Steve yell back

“LUCKY SON OF A BITCH” this time was Sam

“I think we just told them,” said Bucky happily, “now, where were we?” he purred and you giggled when he grabbed you and threw you between them, and they both kissed your neck and touched you everywhere at the same time

“She wanted to leave us Nat” said Bucky, “I think we should punish her”

“NO!” You screech, feeling ticklish, turning and squirming playfully, but their hands were everywhere, and their love too.

notes: it was my first ffm, did I do ok? I was so excited!

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