#but i miss how i used to see the world. now my everyday is sort of soulsucking

[yoshistory]

i miss being a construction worker cause honestly a lot of my time on the job i wouldnt do anything LOL but i do genuinely also miss like. the job itself. i miss how a lot of my work revolved around going into empty buildings and go anywhere inside of them. fix them nicely ... whenever there's construction work in the offices and bathrooms and stuff it makes my heart hurt so badly. i love getting glimpses of the utility closets. i always felt like a fly on the wall maintaining an office or building but not really being APART of the culture inside of it yannow. being there transiently

[the-moon-files]

YESSSSS I BEG GET INTO THE CULTURAL DIDFERENCES BETWEEN HYLIANS AND HUMANS 🙏🙏

...now ur just sweet talking me 🥰 /lh

Not years, well maybe 1 year-

but i have wanted to ramble desperately to smone, even the tumblr void if i had to, abt humans vs. hylians so much, esp with a guide reader or male reader bc whatdya know im into niche stuff that only u and like 2 other ppl like lmao ¯\(ツ)/¯

Anyway im so shocked, since ur like the third person to be interested in this and wanna hear abt it 🥺 🤲💌 here u go!! Hope u like it <333 👉👈

Sun: Masc!Reader (he/him)

Orbit: Humans are Not Hylians/Humans are Space Orcs AU, Headcanons-ish, long overall but each section is kinda short

Stars: Mostly worldbuilding! you've been warned, don't get mad me for not talking abt the boys too much✌️

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: mild cursing, mentions of private area/joke in the clothing headcanons, & Trigger Warnings: none known.

Please comment if I missed any. /gen

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just some quick headcanons bc tbh i haven't given it too much thought, and i feel like I've been able to somewhat get into it in other posts? or maybe im thinking of stuff i have in my drafts idk-

Imma make another list, so buckle up for the short ride lol

Courting periods/dating/marriage

individual/small groups society-based hylians v. large personal groups/large community society-based humans

simpler foods hylians v. complex food humans

clothing modesty/style/relationships with fashion

fighting styles/strategies

entertainment complexity/differences

and language

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1st one, not much yet, im also making a separate post bc someone else asked me to talk abt that more 🥺

(tysm for all the enthusiastic asks guys <33)

anyway, basically hylian courting is a lot shorter, think “lesbians with the uhaul” type of energy, like sort of the classical medieval “does thee wish to pursue marriage with this one?” ← how hylians ask u out for the first time lmao

if it helps, they do tend to get to know one another well, talking about morals/kids/life goals/preferred lifestyle/house/etc. pretty clearly and quickly, then using the in between time to sort of stew on that information

id say the total time is sort of something like 6 months? maybe 3/4 if they're really compatible

(so bc i love interpreting video game logic for real world building, I actually blame this on how fast Zelda/link get together in games despite having sometimes never met before that moment lol)

like i said, ill be posting about this later

2nd one!!

pretty basic, just saying we don't really see hylians in big groups, despite the organizations they form, like kingdoms/knights or on a more personal level, towns/families/etc.

(once again, in-game appearances/video game logic translated to real life to draw these conclusions)

like not only are family units pretty small, like nuclear family setup, with like 2 parents and 2 kids, or single parent 1 kid type of situation, but the towns or collections of these families arent very big either

hylians kind of use their government the way it was intended lmao?

like the villages and towns matter more for everyday decisions than the kingdom/royalty, like Zelda would esstientally just be the mayor of Castle Town for those constant decisions,

while occasionally is called on to make decisions like for several towns or like is a natural disaster happens

meanwhile humans are, in comparison, in Way Bigger groups, both on an organization scale, and a personal scale

like u have all these specific branches of government, whereas im sure the population difference doesn't help,

and on a personal level, humans can easily have like multiple parents, lots of siblings, and once u combine that with each parent having family too, and those families like to meet up? All together??

yeah, itd look insane to any hylians (who’s smaller extended family may just make up their own village and that's it)

3. I've touched on this

like the use of spices, syrups, seasonings, etc

but also the complexity of dishes too, like chilling cream and mixing it for awhile to make ice cream, or even just getting ordering a pizza,

that's a lot of processing, like making the dough from flour and other ingredients, to letting it rise, to making the tomato paste, making cheese, then combining those things with any other toppings, all into one dish??

i like to think that hylians have only just started to touch on actual complicated cooking processes (as in BOTW, where they sell flour and salt, so people besides Link/Wild must know what to do with it)

this has the advantage of impressing any hylian with what a “creative genius” you are lol

4. look im just a fan of medieval time periods Links

so i think its funny if the hylians are used to like 4/3 layers and ur over here like, “wym, if i take off my shirt there's nothing underneath?”

one of them gets bold enough to ask, “d-do you not. do you not have undergarments??”

you “just my boxers? like just to cover my di-”

also this makes its easy to seduce people here? LMAO

clothes are def higher quality, after all there's not as many artificial processes or materials interfering,

plus u usually get some sick embroidery on it too!!

5. so like i get it, Link is the main fighter in games

but like, the few times there is a war/army in loz games, there's rlly not a lot of strategy, beyond just finding the enemy and fighting

tho im partial to that hylians/most inhabitants of Hyrule abide by the “lets meet up either literally by inviting each other or just between our territories to fight”

with occasional guerilla warfare (by any means necessary/stealth/ambush attacks/strategy) that's only rlly used either by Demise/Ganon, or by the wilder individuals/races in games

or maybe even the more civilized fighters in an emergency

and so that means by this logic that all of the Chain use kind of wild techniques compared to their race/kingdom lmao

id imagine its not too surprising to also see “every fight is a bar fight if its for my life” from individual travelers, so im sure they're not viewed too crazy (esp when ppl know their the hero that constantly has to deal with guerilla warfare from Ganon)

but its be hilarious to watch the reactions of both the Links realizing they’re in a bigger group that should be using “proper” fighting strategies and seeing the general publics reaction to this absolutely feral, armed to the teeth, trained hylians with their equally wild human lol

LMAO everyone thinks ur the reason they started using the more brutal fighting methods bc ur human, ur a bad influence lol

(humans would use it primarily, esp after we converted to use that method in warfare a couple hundred years ago i think?)

changing course a bit, hylians tend to use weapons (to compensate for difference in strength compared to humans, and since they don't experience/get a lesser version of adrenaline)

while humans tend to equally rely on weapons and our body as a weapon (marital arts/basic self-defense)

6. this is mostly bc the hylians only rlly seem to have the basics of music, books/stories, theater, and art

i have, surprise surprise, another post abt how i think this came to be,

mostly based on how human curiosity is indomitable and insatiable and the endless force that has not yet met its immovable object.

or at least an immovable object they haven't at least poked a little, out of curiosity lol

like we went to space for that reason, we reach the most dangerous corners of our planet (deep underwater/volcanoes) out of sheer curiousity/for the sake of simple knowledge of the thing

so needless to say, curiosity can absolutely drive any field to its limits, including the arts, which is why we can have stained glass, or movies/tv shows, hell, the marvel that is Hatsune Miku lmao

(fully for entertainment, a projection of light and sound, what is essentially magical illusions but u did it hte hard way, to the hylians)

on a different entertainment related note, i don't know if the hylians would be super into sports, or not really at all? mostly bc they have to use their fighting/training against real threats, not the sort of “fake” threats that sports are

but on the other hand i could see people like knights wanting to use their abilities for something other than violence and fighting bc their life or their villages lives depended on it

bet the Links would enjoy it for those reasons especially, what with at least sumo wrestling being a sport or activity for them at some point in history, and practically beg u for any new games to play, or to ref their games, bc whewwww

im sure they could get pretty competitive lol

7. obviously, their mostly influenced by the Japanese language

id almost like to imagine a sort of, if not outright Japanese (like with earlier heroes like Sky) then a sort of English-Japanese hybrid further along the line

sort of like how English has German/Greek/Latin roots and therefore u can see what words or structure comes from where, or even how u can understand a fair amount of basic words when other languages share the same roots (english, pants = spanish, pantalones)

would make for some funny miscommunications

or even better, most hylians liking ur unique accent or the Links love to hear u talk bc of it lol

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well the fever has broken, i am now free of the sickness that made me hack this up geez

i hope u got some enjoyment out of these my beloved anon!! esp since u were so nice as to ask abt it <33

hope u guys have a great weekend, look out for some more posts, bc its been great to get some more asks in lately and very motivating,

not to mention i actually have time to write now that my siblings graduated/we’ve moved several states over 💀

so i have reliable internet now too! sheesh :��)

Peace out,

🌙

[shijiujun]

WHY YOU SHOULD WATCH 莲花楼 MYSTERIOUS LOTUS CASEBOOK

Guess I’m back for another rec, you know I’m there when I get minimum two bromance dudes and historical and OOMPH if you liked The Blood of Youth this might be up your lane!! Slightly similar main character premise but super good, the trope never gets old!!

TL;DR

- Stupid disciple + his (unknowing) shifu - Enemy bros “where is my shixiong’s remains?!” + “defeat me and find out” vibes who have to work together and form their deep friendship and get past misunderstanding and mystery blah blah love it - All-powerful legendary swordsman losing all his powers and becoming a legendary physician - Everything is about dead shixiong we don’t even know how the man looks like - Investigations and jianghu shenanigans, cases!!!  - Uwu puppy dog and good in martial arts disciple and his sickly, ex-legendary and still cool shifu who doesn’t know he’s a shifu LMAO - Yes uwu bromance, especially cuz shifu is DYING and he is WEAK and he gonna spit out blood and faint everywhere as they find cure for him 

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AIRING DEETS

Total episodes: 40

Premiered on: July 23

VIP ends: August 18

Can be watched from iQiyi

Airing schedule: 6 episodes on the first day, 2 episodes everyday after for 6 days, then 8 episodes a week except for the last week, that has 6 episodes with finale

SUMMARY

Ten years ago, Li Xiangyi who was master of Sigu Sect, challenged Di Feisheng, master of the Jinyuan Alliance, to a fight on the seas, where they both end up critically hurt as Li Xiangyi tries to find out where his shixiong’s (Shan Gu Dao) corpse and bones went - his sect was attacked on the same day, and when he returns to the sect, critically injured, he sees some of his deputies blaming him for the attack, and instead of going in, he disappears after that.

Ten years later, Li Xiangyi is now Li Lianhua (Lotus Li LMAO) and he’s an eccentric but skilled doctor who has his eyes on earning money. By chance, he meets Fang Duobing (Fang Many Illness LMAO), a young, aspiring detective who’s super skilled in martial arts, but he’s been unable to enrol in Bai Chuan Yuan (the past Sigu Sect), a sort-of sect that plays an enforcer role in the pugilistic world and helps to solve cases, arrest wrongdoers, and the like. Fang Duobing’s dream is to get in, but as he’s the only son of two powerful people who’ve been refusing to let him be part of Bai Chuan Yuan, he’s failed the test 3 times despite being the most-skilled one there. On his third try, however, he tells the four masters of Bai Chuan Yuan that his shifu is Li Xiangyi, a Li Xiangyi who used to be a part of Bai Chuan Yuan and is still greatly missed by the four masters. They agree to it, but only if FDB solve three cases with arrests.

His first case leads him to meet LXY who’s now known as Li Lianhua, and their meeting doesn’t go off to a great start; FDB is idealistic and a rich, wealthy young master at heart who’s never suffered much hardship, and LLH drugs him after and scolds him for being too trusting of people and being too obvious, going around with two servants. LLH leaves him with parting words, only to meet him again later at the scene of the crime.

They solve cases together from there; LLH is still looking for his shixiong’s body ten years later, and decides to solve cases with FDB as a guise to get closer to the truth, making use of FDB slightly. Later, Di Feisheng recognises him, and the three of them are forced to become allies/friends to uncover a greater conspiracy. The clock is ticking for them as well, as Li Xiangyi was poisoned and injured ten years ago, and was given only ten more years to live. The story begins in the year that he’s meant to die.

*Fang Duobing met Li Xiangyi when he was young and still sickly, and Li Xiangyi encouraged him, and Fang Duobing held onto his every word and suffered a lot to become healthy again and as skilled as he is today, all because Li Xiangyi said those words to him that year ;-;

WHY YOU SHOULD WATCH

(1) Fight scenes are GREAT 

- Water water water

- All female sect?!

(2) Bromance, subtle for now, but greater later I assume - ZENG SHUNXI’S FACE HE SO PUPPY BLURBLUR AND SMILING?! AND CHENG YI SMIRKING?! Like Fang Duobing is just wagging his tail and running after a person he doesn’t know is truly his shifu as he claims LOL

(3) Shifu Li Xiangyi not knowing he was shifu to Fang Duobing

(4) Li Xiangyi being the reason for Fang Duobing to EXIST but Li Xiangyi ain’t around anymore (not) and he sad and Li Xiangyi can’t tell him who he is UWUUUU

(5) Familiar faces hehe if you are a SNGX/The Blood of Youth and SHL fan 

(6) CASES ARE INTERESTING!!!

[gladiatorcunt]

i'd really like to know if he'd have any types of kinks or a type?!!

like from what I've read from you, maybe it's just my impression, but does he find chubby people more attractive? (self-insert hihi)

or just kinks he'd have; like, modern!coryo screams corruption kink (maybe even a virgin!reader 👀), and things like degradation/praise, as well as a pretty big dom situation 👀

anyways, love your stuff!

I can't help coming back to your modern! coryo au literally everyday, I'm in love 🫡🫠

CW: implied-ish plus sized reader but i use “chubbier” so it’s a bit ambiguous i guess but that’s how i picture them, don’t like don’t read

First of all, thank you so much for loving the au, it's kind of getting demotivating a bit to see the fandom slow down but I'll ALWAYS have modern! coryo brain rot. So, I guess someday I'll be shouting into the void lmao.

I do think that when it comes to preferences, he does prefer chubbier people. He's one of those guys that likes being able to just really grab and slap anything and everything because you've got more than enough meat on your bones. Also, idk how to quite explain it, but I think he enjoys what he believes is a more realistic (?) body, like he'd deadass get so offended if you thought you had to shave or cover up stretch marks. He comes from a very superficial world where the beauty standards are impossible to achieve (edit: i’m NOT talking about being skinny being impossible, i’m talking about general beauty standards and having an unrealistically proportioned body like the ones in media, i’m aware that skinny people exist) . It's like how for a while, Aphrodite and other similar goddesses were depicted in media as very skinny but when you look back at how they were actually worshiped, there are statues and carvings and etc. with belly rolls and all kinds of versions of bigger bodies. That's what reader's body reminds him of, gets him feel closer to God and all that.

I'll get to some actual kinks in a second, but I do think he likes more of a reluctant person. He's someone that is built for the chase and that really revels in the wooing process, he'd never been in love before you, so the rush of intense feelings kicks his adrenaline into overdrive. It's a sort of predator/prey thing without being a full-blown kink, Coryo stalks and he circles around you until you're given such a small window of escape that you already missed your chance by the time he decides that he's done waiting around. You have the whole cutesy 'will they? won't they?' thing going for a bit until you just don't anymore.

In my head, modern!coryo's reader is a virgin for that exact purpose lol like he does have a fuck boy past that's typical for his place in society, so I just love the idea of sex suddenly becoming so "special" to him now that he's possessed with the need to mold your experience around him so you could never be satisfied by anyone else. I think he'd want to keep some of that shyness and insecurity no matter how much experience he gives you, so he can reassure you and praise you and tell you to suck on his fingers so the stretch of his cock won't be all you can think about.

He does favor praise over degradation but when he does degrade it's more... positive (???) in his eyes, calling you dumb because he wants you know you don't have to be smart, saying you're his slutty whore because he wants you to feel comfortable enough being as nasty as possible with him, etc. No matter what name he calls you, he's adding 'my' in front of it. The words will be the same, but his tone will change based on if you're driving him crazy (basically if he gets jealous for no reason again)

I also think that's he way more of a Dom type, he'll never go into extreme type stuff and he's more of a gentle Dom depending on the situation that led up to you fucking or making love. My modern!coryo is never going to let you have more control than letting you ride him (and you always end up getting tired, so he has to take over, which he is more than happy to do!). His control issues are severe like they are in canon, he's exhausted trying to hold himself back from just losing it on everybody. So, having a stress toy of an s/o that he can micromanage and love without limits does wonders for his mental health.

He's obviously obsessed with spanking/LIGHT impact play. The only bruises you'll get will be from him squeezing you too hard or littering your body with hickies, he'd bite you to pieces too but he likes to think that he has some sense of decorum.

He could get behind silk bondage, whether it's patterns on your body or spreading you out on the bed with your ankles and wrists tied to the bed frame. But he wouldn't do it because he wants to keep you from touching, he just wants to love you properly without you hurting yourself because you got shy and squirmed all over the place.

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[miladydewintcr]

Your addition about Tevinter fashion was so interesting that I can't help but ask (and my apologies if it was something you spoke about before but I missed) — what are your favorite bits of fashion details in Veilguard? Doesn't have to be just Tevinter :)

This is so sweet?? Thank you!! I'm honestly always about 0.5 seconds from rambling about this stuff at any given moment, but I rein it in mostly.

I've talked about Neve a little on here, mostly in the tags on other posts. This post by @icescrabblerjerky talks about Neve's fascinators and how they're inspired by old noir detectives, and I talked a bit in the tags about how her collar in that same outfit mimics the upturned trench-coat collar also associated with old-timey detectives (Sherlock is the most famous example I can think of). The outfit we first meet her in is also very much trench-coat-adjacent imo.

I will try not to go overboard here but !! Some of my fave other little details!

The Viper's hat! It's a tricorn-- always fun! BUT it works really well here, especially, because actual vipers have triangular-shaped heads? (I am not a snake expert and I believe there are exceptions? But generally) Also-- the little diamonds on the sides of the hat look like snake eyes? And the arrow-sort-of shape in the centre seems like it could be a nod to adders- which are a kind of viper. They have an arrow-like shape on the top of their head! Essentially, this man not only gave himself a cool nickname, but he is literally wearing the Thedas equivalent of a Batman outfit. He fully committed to the aesthetic, and I love him for that tbh.

Emmrich's coat is designed to mimic a ribcage! And not just here- this motif pops up in both of his Hero of the Veilguard armour sets, as well! I also noticed in his cosplay guide that this first outfit we see him in has a sort of waist-chain (more on that in a sec!!) with a gold tailbone that sits above where his real one would be?

And of course there are little skulls all over him, too. It's very reminiscent of the memento mori movement- 'remember you must die'. Historically, this was a way of coping with the inevitability of death in a world without a lot of the scientific advancement we have today. Death was a part of everyday life, even more so than it is for most of us today, but it was still scary. So people made art about it! And jewellery! And songs! As a way to cope with it all, and also sometimes as a way to remember lost loved ones. To have Emmrich, who is afraid of death, embrace this idea in his fashion is just... chef's kiss, honestly. Because it was always a way of trying to face death head-on? And acknowledge it, and make it hopefully feel a bit less terrifying.

Although Emmrich's overall style is very Victorian-inspired (the silhouette, the waistcoat, the chains etc.) a lot of his jewellery actually seems reminiscent of older memento mori pieces? There are some examples held by the V&A Museum that date back as far as the 16th Century that I could see him wearing. It's a really nice touch if that is indeed the inspo, because the Mourn Watch pride themselves as keepers of history. So to wear jewellery like this every day, an eclectic mix of time periods, all tied together by this single thread of remember you must die? It's so incredibly fitting for them!!

Also re. the waist-chain. I'm referring to it as that instead of a belt because to me it looks like the kind of thing you'd hang a pocket-watch on? The looping style is very similar. It's of course a lot bigger, but I think it might've influenced it?

This has gotten really long so I'll stop now, but please know there are a hundred little things I haven't even touched on! So much care was clearly put into each and every character's design, and it brings me so much joy!

[grapejuicestyless]

hi, hope you're well! i was wondering if you could write something for conrad based on the song my love mine all mine by mitski? i've been obsessed with it lately and it reminds me off him 💖

My Love, Mine All Mine.

Conrad Fisher x fem!reader

summery: Y/n has always gave too much. She always loved, believed too easily. She can’t control what others will do with that, but she can control how she loves.

Sorting through the shiny papers, the corners cut into my skin with each photo I crumpled up, tossing it into the shadows. Each memory ingrained forever on a film that would only taunt me with the past.

I hate the way the sun shined through the leaves in each one. How the sand looked so soft under our feet, the ocean bluer than any summer sky could every paint it now. I am reminded of how vibrant the world became with him in my life, when he was mine.

I say that he was mine loosely. I am unsure if I even have the ability to own something so pretty, so precious. If I ever even did. I remember the way my hands would run through his salty curls after a beach day. How he would hold me extra tight, we’d only bring one towel to share. His lap was soft, shorts scrunched up and dripping still.

I think of his lips on mine. How perfectly they fit on mine. I remember how desperate each kiss was. Not once had he ever made it seem like if it were to go no further we would cease to exist, but he was feverish enough with each lick into my mouth where I knew no matter what, he would never be satisfied. He always wanted more, more, more. How foolish of me to believe it was because he could simply not get enough of me, not because I was not enough.

He was kind, showing me affection in ways he swore would only ever be for me. He decorated his walls with love letters and Polaroids of us, of me. He had stacks of our adventures in an old shoebox under his bed for when I was away and he was missing me. He reminded me everyday how much he adored me. Counting down the seconds until he could hold me in his arms. He promised me it was a feeling that nobody else could ever give him. A heart rush that only ever came over him when my name was involved.

So why does he look at her that way? Why must his eyes carry the same shimmer of lust in them that he once held for me? I see the way his hands grip at her hips, her thighs. It’s animalistic in a way, primal. He wants her, needs her. He’s hers.

I remember the night I discovered their secret. My lover and my sister hand in hand one late June night. I stood still on the grass watching over them. My tears came out dry. I couldn’t even try and sob, let myself break. With his leaving just months ago, I’d already rung myself dry of any tears I had left.

It’s funny how something that once made you feel special can make you feel so sick so suddenly. What once gave me a reason for my living killed me so suddenly.

I knew I was always destined to die, to burn out and disappear. I never imagined how it would’ve happened at the hands of the two I trusted the most in my life. Looking up at the moon that night, I prayed to forget, to heal so suddenly. Rid me of the ache in my heart and replace it with a cold emptiness.

He holds her while she sits in my spot on the couch. She laughs at the jokes I told him that now spew from his lips. Her hands find home in his hair and the towel we once shared as become theirs. It’s all reused, it’s the same. He makes her feel special, wanted, lusted after. He’s a damn good actor, he fools the whole damn world with his cruel games.

Now I know better than anyone that when calling him mine, I must use it loosely. At some time, he might have been. The photos I tear up in my room are only proof of our years spent together. Two summers spent doting on each other. He was with me, but could I call him mine? If he left so easily, did he ever even need me? Want me?

I hold the final photo in my hands, the moon shines down on us. We’re only young in the photograph. His cheek is pressed to mine, our smiles touch. We look so free, so happy. I feel guilty if I were to rip it up when it still feels so happy.

Grabbing a pin from the bedside table, I poke it into the wall beside my mountains of other places and people I’ve seen. It sticks out, like it’s been highlighted in bright red. It stings to look at, but it reminds me of a better time, a time when I believed I had the ability to have good things.

Now I know, nothing in this world belongs to me. Not my baby, not my sister’s loyalty. Not my mother, not my brother. I have no control over anything. Yet, each time I allow myself to believe that I do. That I mean something. I pay a price for the immaturity of my heart. I act a fool over the smallest affections, the most discrete love. And I watch as each time it is taken away, leaving me with a heavy chest and a heart far too full for my body. Nothing in this world is mine for free. Nothing in this world belongs to me but my love, mine all mine.

[dokeythings]

|drunk in love| (dokyeom)

dokyeom really is tired now, having all the sightseeing and group promo and practices catch up to him. however, he also is really excited to just sit down and enjoy a nice warm meal with all his favorite people in the world in one place. when he's tired he gets really touchy feely, and clings to you. thats usually the biggest tell for you to know when he's crashing after a long day of well, being dokyeom. while walking into the restaurant to find the table he clings onto your hand, making sure you don't let go. when you guys find the table his eyes light up at the sight of his members who he missed a lot. he lets go of your hand only to go around and greet everyone, throwing out high fives left and right. you watch him as he talks to them, telling him all about your day and them reciprocating. you've always adored how much they love each other, and you are so honored you get to see it first hand everyday.

he finds a seat, looking over at you to take your hand and sit you down next to him. underneath the table he rests his hand on your upper thigh, giving you butterflies as he taps his fingers lightly. the guys engage you in a conversation, making you laugh at the stupid things they say sometimes. the other half of the table starts talking to dokyeom, filling the restaurant with our voices. they all order a round of beers, ready to get chaotic. dokyeom wants to drink tonight, hoping to let loose and have some fun, shaking the sleepiness off. he won't get too rowdy, but just a little bit. you watch him as he talks to hoshi, bantering about some show hoshi was watching while we were gone, and the ramyeon he ordered in. despite being pulled into a million topics, he always stays attentive to you, maintaining some sort of physical contact. he holds your hand, leaves soft kisses on your cheek, and keeps his leg touching yours under the table. you reach over and put your hand on his knee, the touchiness rubbing off on you now. he smiles to himself and turns over to you. he sees you're not talking to anybody at the moment and turns his attention to you, shifting in his seat to fully face you.

"what are you thinking of eating, baby?" he asks, making sure you never feel left out.

you make small talk about all the options on the menu, settling upon making him pick for you. you say sometimes he knows you better than yourself, making him smile proudly at himself. he takes a few more sips of his beer, nearing the end of it. though he likes to pretend he's not, he's a lightweight. you know he will be tipsy soon, anticipating his personality becoming 10 times more dokyeom like.

"do you want to see some of the pictures i took on my phone today?" you ask, pretty proud of the mediocre photography work you did today too. you hope you're not tearing him away from the guys as you ask. that wouldn't even be possible in his mind, of course. he's so happy you're here, never tiring of talking with you no matter how much time you spend together. he's not even distracted, looking at you with full attention as you wait for his answer.

he places his hand on the small of your back gently. the heat from his hand reaches your exposed skin, sending a fleet of butterflies in your stomach. his small touches will never not give you butterflies.

"lets see them baby", he smiles sweetly, genuinely wanting to see your work.

you smile and quickly pull out your phone, going through your camera roll one by one. he rubs his hand on your back as he watches you proudly talk about each one, smiling at how precious he finds you. as he continues on another beer, he feels himself getting tipsier, and even more touchy. he loves you so much.

"i think you're giving me a run for my money" he smiles at you once you're done, kissing your forehead.

"nuh uh, you're still better" you state honestly, shaking your head.

"y/n!!!" you hear dino call from next to you. "play this game with us!" he says, wanting you to join in on the drinking game thats going on. you turn around and face that half of the table and join in, having to do a shot almost instantly as you lost the first round.

dokyeom is sucked into a drinking game on the other side, looking over at you every now and then to offer you a warm smile, just happy that you're happy. after a little bit you all are drunk now, to be blunt.

you're fighting with dino about how to properly eat this pasta, your voices getting louder and louder to top one another. after he reluctantly backs down and lets you win the argument, you see dokyeom stand up. he places his hands on your shoulders as he stands behind you. you lean your head back to look at him, to which he pecks your lips and says,

"i'm just going to the restroom, i'll be right back love". you pout at him as he walks away, holding onto his hand until you can't reach anymore. he turns around one more time wiggling his eyebrows and winks at you, making you giggle.

when he starts walking back to the table minghao shouts across the restaurant, "DK!! YOU'RE PAYING FOR DINNER!".

you watch as your boyfriend's eyes widen, his mouth opening widely in a mix of shock and a joking tone. he throws his arms in the air, answering back just as loudly as minghao started, realizing you are all being too loud right now. you watch him as he stays standing, bickering back and forth with them jokingly, doing his laugh and clap combo. you drunkenly smile at him, shamelessly watching him as he talks, falling more in love every second.

"and you just let this slide baby?" he asks, jokingly nudging you.

"don't look at me" you shrug innocently, smiling back.

he smiles, "come with me?" he asks, wanting you to go with him to pay.

you stand up for the first time all night, and it hits you quickly how drunk you are. you almost lose your balance as you feel a sudden rush of dizziness. you giggle at yourself, finding it extremely funny in your current state. you stumble into dokyeom, melting into him as he catches you. he slides an arm around your waist, steadying you.

"woah there, you okay baby?" he asks, meeting your eyes, giggling along with you.

you just nod, still giggling lightly. he holds his hand on your back again, touching the bare skin where your shirt doesn't quite meet your pants. you just stare up at him, not saying a word. you have a goofy grin on your face, making him raise in eyebrow in amusement. at this point he knows you are way more drunk than him, and he's taking it all in as it doesn't happen too often.

"whats up, silly girl?" he asks, yearning for the reason behind your look.

"you're pretty" you reply, crinkling up your nose.

he throws his head back, chuckling at your random heartfelt comment, and the way you said it with such urgency. he finds it cute how affectionate you are when you're drunk, something you had in common with him.

"i appreciate that, love" he says, pecking your lips. he holds you steadily as you both walk over to pay, his hand holding yours tightly. even as he approaches the worker and hands over his card and signs the receipt, he keeps one of his hands in yours. looking over at you as the worker prints another receipt, he mouths an 'i love you', smiling at you like its the first time he's ever said it. you mouth it back, smiling as you float up to cloud nine.

[monster-untamed]

A long post about my hearthome

Context- I must explain first… If you are an alterhuman that’s not familiar with my blog, I gotta explain I’m a turtle spirit/god

So take that information now because this post will make so much more sense if you know that about me lol

also please excuse spelling errors

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Intro-I don’t think of myself as a past life aterhuman, but I am for sure a spiritual alterhuman.

In short, my experience is knowing my species identity not as a “I was once this” but rather “I was supposed to be this”

My hearthome is a similar thought. I know I was supposed to be born (or hatched) there but something failed in a cycle of either reincarnation or karma.

I am certain that I belong there but I’ve never actually been to the place. All I get are glimpses of it.

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What it looks like- My hearthome is just one big  continent on an otherwise completely oceanic planet, with a few small islands scattered around the sea. It’s very similar to Earth’s Pangea.

I was supposed to be from one of the small islands but we’ll get back to that later…

The continent itself is very jungle-like and possesses bioluminescent rivers and ponds. Most of the architecture was built similarly to early eastern Asian architecture. As for the islands, most remained untouched but others were formed into small villages of huts and treehouses.

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Who lived there- There are a variety of creatures that inhabit the world but the major ones are humans, animals, and ‘animal gods’ or demigods.

Demigods are usually half animal/half humanoid but some demigods were even created to be a place of elements. (oceans, forests, mountains, stars, etc)

I am a demigod from this world and I mostly resemble a green sea turtle but sometimes I see myself as a red eared slider, I’m not actually sure

All demigods or elemental beings were created by dragons, who were complete gods. Some dragons became teachers for the newly spawned demigods to show them their ways and philosophies but very rarely.

They have to have a very big plan for you if they are going to teach you forbidden knowledge when you were just born.

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What was the culture like- Now that you know some information about the main continent, I would like to shift the subject to my island home. The name of the island was never told to me but I do know about the practices and beliefs we share.

Opalite is extremely important to us. My clan uses them to create  spears, bowls, and jewelry. The way we get these gems is not really possible in the current world I live in, because opalite here needs to be crafted by a human, but in my hearthome, the gems would be formed from the sand and would scatter the ocean floor until someone swam to the bottom to retrieve a piece. Grabbing your first opalite is very much of a ride of passage for my village.

Unlike the people/creatures on the continent who honor dragons, we chose another creature to be our symbol, Orcas. We know the significance of the dragons of course but we put more praise in the creatures we see everyday, rather than dragons that only resided in the main areas of the world.

Makes sense now, knowing that I’m orcahearted

The food we prepare on the island is always amazing. We usually hunt our own fish and grow our own fruits. Most of the fruits that exist on the island sadly don’t exist on this world.

Surfing and sailing is how my village got around to other islands or to the continent, but mainly we did it for fun.

Clothing is usually loose and silky. Mainly lots of beads, gems, and lightweight fabric. Shoes aren’t worn unless you are traveling a long distances, then you would wear geta shoes or something of the sort.

Our music is what I miss/yearn for the most. I wish I could describe it but it’s like it doesn’t want to translate into human words. I don’t think I can verbally illustrate it in a way that gives it justice. It feels like water…? It makes you feel like water is rushing around you, like you are in the center of a river made only of sound.

I think I should stop here, as I am loosing my words…

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I apologize if this one was an info dump but I appreciate you reading through all this, even if you are one of the sneaky critters that skipped to the end.

I wish I knew more. I wish I could truly be there but that’s not possible. All I have are visions that I hold close to my chest that I now share with you :)

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[wowzask1]

Seethe Part 1, KM x Reader

Warnings: angst, profanity, toxic relationships, not healthy

Word Count: ~ 1.6k

You scrambled through your purse, fishing for your phone for the fourth time tonight. You were angry. No, beyond that. You were fucking furious. This was millionth time Mingyu stood you up. And you'd made up your mind as you sat in the freezing cold outside of your favorite restaurant, — the one in which he had confessed he had loved you, that it would be the last.

He hadn't texted, he hadn't called, hadn't nothing. He didn't even read your array of texts. Did he even care about you? Was it this easy for him to disregard you that he couldn't even take a few seconds of his time to reply?

The sound of giggles and snickers took you out of your trance. You glanced to your left. There was a couple walking towards the restaurant's entrance, hands interlocked and eyes filled with fondness. They looked like they were in love. Your heart hurt. You looked away, careful to not stare for too long. You hoped they wouldn't think you were some sort of creep. 

The hostess had refused to let you in, even with the reservations paid full and under YOUR name. She quote, "Miss, your whole party must be present in order for us to seat you," unquote. In which you relied,

"I'm sorry. Could you make an exception? I don't understand. You're still receiving the deposit for both of us. My boyfriend is just running a bit late.. can't you just seat me? I'll even pay extra. It is freezing out here," You pleaded.

I mean would one unoccupied chair really be that detrimental to a michelin, million dollar restaurant?

She hadn't budged. Instead, She huffed, clearly annoyed. "Look, ma'am I'm sorry that your boyfriend stood you up, but that's your problem not mine. Okay? Now if you'll execute me I have other people to tend to. Goodnight." And of course she couldn't wait to leave your eyesight before dramatically rolling her eyes.

Ouch. She was right, and you knew it. Maybe that's why it hurt even more. Because it was the truth. Because you were pathetic.

This was your last straw. Your feet were starting to numb from your six-inch red bottoms, the ones he had gifted you the last time he couldn't make it last time he left you in the cold. Even worn them he still managed to tower over you.

Kim Mingyu was a busy man. You knew that. He knew that. Hell, the whole world knew it. So it was expected for him to be busy all the time. You understood this. Yet you still chose to fall for him. You chose to be in this relationship. The promise ring that rested on your finger said as much. Now that was undoubtedly your fault. Still, you didn't expect your lover to basically ignore you, to pretend you didn't exist.

You both promised to put in the effort, make your relationship work, to communicate. Clearly, only one of you meant that.

You haven't seen him in 9 months. You both planned to meet several times prior, but of course that was interrupted by his demanding schedule. And you understood. Well, at least you would have, if he would've told you.

Everyday you you texted him, and everyday he replied late. Some days he wouldn't even bother to. On the very rare occasion that he answered yours calls, he was elsewhere. Your calls would last for a few minutes, before he would have other pressing matters to tend to.

When he couldn't meet you the first few instances, he would call you up, apologizing, explaining himself, and it would end with you two falling asleep to each others voices. Now he would just send you something expensive, in place of an apology.

And you could imagine the pain you felt in your heart when he would hang up your phone call only to receive a notification of his ongoing livestream. Or to see yet another video of him flirting on a fan call. You can't not say you were jealous of how much attention he have to his fans, but that would just be a sad excuse of the truth. In verity, you wish that he paid as much attention you as he did them, if not more. Was that too much to ask?

It was no doubt your relationship was falling apart. Three years, you thought. Three years for nothing.

You wondered how low he thought of you. Did he think you were some sort of loyally blind  dog? A dog that would follow its owner wherever he went, even if it was towards a burning building, it's impending death?

You opened the camera roll on your phone. And there was your reflection. Your face was swollen, hair undone, cheeks drained of color from your future frostbite. Your eyes were starting to sting. Fuck. It was coming, and you knew it. You were not about to have a meltdown in front of the humongous window which behind sat a floury of people.

I have to get out of here. You wiped your tears before they could even fall.

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The ride home was the worst. You were huddled in the corner of your Uber, sniffling and trying your hardest not to break. And clearly you hardest was not good enough, which was apparent through the visibly uncomfortable expression painted on your Uber's face.

After what felt like multiple, excruciating hours, you finally arrived to the entrance of your apartment building.

"T-thank you," you croaked, throat dry. You were dehydrated from your overflow of tears. The Uber mumbled nothings and drove away, racing to get away from you. Geez. Were you that unpleasant to be around?

You scurrily walked whilst rummaging through your purse. The only thing that could soothe your evening was your warm bed and takeout.  You couldn't wait to — you felt something grab at your arm.

"Seriously?! I'm not in the mood for this. Abduct me another time you piece of —" You tried to shake off whoever gripped your arm. In great impatience, you finally look up at your left. Your eyes widened, and mouth gaping at the man before you.

Mingyu.

Kim fucking Mingyu.

Suddenly, at that moment, all the self-pity you felt somehow dissipated. And your wallowing sorrow conformed to rage. Hot, red, burning rage. Your composure cracked.

"Hah! Are you fucking kidding me right now? Now you decide to show up? After making me wait in the freezing cold for an hour? What do you take me for?" You shoved him off.

"Fuck, baby I can explain. I'm so sorry. I just got caught up in  a meeting, and —,"

You scoffed. "Oh wow. Really? All it's been these days is caught up. Caught up in this, caught up in that, fucking hell Mingyu. When are you never caught up in something."

"That's not fair Y/N. You know how busy I am. I didn't choose to be late."

"Late? You weren't just late. You didn’t even show up!" You could tell he had something to say, but you weren't finished,

"And you know what's not fair? The fact that my boyfriend puts in no effort in our relationship. And I'm left looking like a fucking idiot. I’m not just one of your fan girls, Mingyu. I’m your girlfriend for crying out loud!”

"Are serious right now? How could you even say that? I have a priorities Y/N. I cant just abandon them the moment you call, okay? I'm not the only person who suffers through my actions," he scowled.

"Hah. You're right. So what does that make me? Am I just a fucking burden to you then?" You were absolutely livid.

"Y/N. For fucks sake. Don't play stupid. You know what I meant —,"

"You know you could've called me right? You could've texted me, at least gave me a heads up. But I guess I'm not a "priority", huh Mingyu?," you questioned, getting even more heated up by each passing second.

He rubbed his temple, heaving out a breath.

Oh. Seriously? He was irritated? What a fucking joke.

"I tried, alright? My phone fucking died. I would've called if it didn't."

"Oh, did it? Was your phone dead the last few months too. Cause it sure seems like it.” You crossed your arms, hoping to find warmth in your own embrace.

"Y/N, I am trying my best here! Why are you being so damn difficult. I don't want to fight right now. I'm tired, alright? Can we just head inside and talk about this some other time? Please," he urged.

No. Not this time, you thought. No fucking way. You were tired too. Tired of this bullshit. Tired of burying things deep. And tired of feeling sorry for yourself.

"Well maybe your best isn’t enough for me,” you shot. “I’m done.” You stormed off, rushing to your door. You couldn't let him see you break. You refused to.

Mingyu’s eyes widened.

"What are you —," it took him no time for him to follow after you.

Once again, he grasped your hand as you were about to open the door. Only this time his grip on you was tightened. He spun you around and pinned you to your door. Your hands were clasped together and constrained.

You looked glared at him. “Let me go, Mingyu. I’m serious.”

"Don't walk away from me." His tone was stern, his voice hoarse. He was breathless and pissed. You could tell he was fuming. The veins on his hands and neck appeared more evident. His eyes glowered down at you. Though it was delivered as a command, it sounded like plea.

"For the last time, let me go. You don't wanna talk? Then we won't. Ever, even." His grip on you only tightened. Shit. He didn't respond. He just stayed quiet.

"Let go of me Mingyu! It fucking hurts." You true to writhe your hands away from his grip, but it was no use. He was much stronger than you. "If you don't let go of me, I'm going to fucking —,"

His lips were on yours. His kiss was rough, tense. You could feel the unease. But you couldn't give in. If you did, the what would it lead to? Would things go back to what they were? You didn't want that.

When you didn't kiss him back, he stopped. He looked in your eyes, desperation in his features. This is all that you need. But you didn't want to go back to before. You wanted change.

"Y/N. Please." He leaned in again, mere centimeters away from your lips. He was breathless and so, so close. You wanted him. You needed him. But, you had to fight against it.

And just when you thought you had it all figured out and mind made, his lips latch onto yours. And in the end you couldn’t resist it, because your body betrays you, and you kiss him back.

Part 2

[billythenightguard]

Run Away: Detention (2011) & FNAF Movie Crossover - Chapter Five

Masterlist

Mentions: childhood loves

Word Count: 1140

Warnings: None

Older!Clapton/Mike x GN!Reader

Mike was determined to start dropping hints to you, he had no idea if you had begun to question who he was or if you were truly still in the dark. He dug out his old stereo cassette deck, stuffing it into the trunk. He had decorated it back in his time at Grizzly Lake, so he’d have to wait until you left Freddy’s to retape the mixtape. He also grabbed his six year old laptop, knowing he could hook it up to the deck and use YouTube to find the songs he wanted, especially the older ones that had just come out in 2011.

Mike wanted to treat you to something for once, you always bought him and Abby breakfast, always brought him lunch and dinner and made sure he didn’t have to do grocery shopping in the two months he’s reconnected with you. Since he’s been able to save some money due to your kindness, he knew he wanted to spend it on you. What better way than to not only bring in another hint, but to also spoil you how he once did.

He couldn’t contain his grin as he drove up to the 7-11, getting out almost too quickly to properly shut his car off. Immediately going to grab all of your old favorite snacks, putting them into a nice basket he found in his attic, and finally, the only reason you two would ever take his dad’s old, rusted Beamer. The slurpees. He almost felt 19 again, quietly arguing with you about making sure you waited until sixteen for some weed, insisting that cherry was the best flavor of slurpee ever, the way you’d easily stand on your tiptoes to match his 5’5, although now it seemed you didn’t have to do that anymore, you were definitely taller than you were at 14, maybe it was a growth spurt, maybe it was the shoes you wore. It didn’t matter though, Mike loved every part of you. He missed the best friend he had for 14 years, remembering the day your parents brought you home.

“Mom, dad!” Five year old Clapton exclaimed from the front yard, his parents sitting on the porch to watch him. “They brought home a baby!” And before they could even stop him, Clapton was running over to the house next door, politely asking if he could see the baby. But he was told not yet, and he slumped down and walked back to his house. Everyday for three weeks, Clapton would run over and ask to see the new baby. Your mom giggled and gushed over his relentlessness, and finally allowed him to come in.

Clapton was quiet and careful in his steps, unlike a typical five year old would be, he carefully climbed up the chair sitting by the bassinet and peered in, gasping to himself.

“They’re so cute!” He whispered out, his eyes widening when he realized he was a bit louder than he meant to be, and that stirred you awake, he braced for you to begin crying and for him to get scolded. But you just looked up at him, and he smiled and waved to you, talking to you like you’d understand him. “Hi, my name is Clapton Davis, I’m five years old, and I live in the yellow house next to you. We’re gonna be best friends.” He laughed, and he kept that promise, every day he’d come over after school to visit you, his newest neighbor. He was there for every milestone a baby could meet, and he was damn proud of himself too. As you would grow older, probably when you were five and Clapton was nine, almost ten, you had declared something that Clapton kept a secret for years within himself.

“Clapton! I'm gonna marry you one day!” You said, holding his hand as he was walking you to the bus stop. He laughed and blushed, but quickly agreed.

“Okay! We’re gonna get old like moms and dads, and we’re gonna kiss all the time!” He grinned a Cheshire grin, and laughed when you squealed and spun around, still holding his hand. He had always felt some sort of way towards you, some calling, something more than just best friends for life, and here you were, blatantly admitting both of your feelings to the world. Both of your parents found it to be adorable.

“$14.67 sir.” The cashier said, snapping Mike out of his mind as he smiled a half grin, swiping his card to pay before heading out to the pizzeria.

“Mike!” You called out giddily when you heard him enter the security room, his heart swelling to know you got excited to see him. “It’s been so boring… I’m tempted to give you my old iPod so we can play iMessage games.” You laughed, Mike shook his head at that.

“I’m old, I don’t know what any of that means.” He teased, blushing a little as he handed you the basket and slurpee.

“You’re the same age as my best friend- oh my god you didn’t-” you looked at the basket and slurpee, a wide smile taking over and tears of happiness and remembrance welling up. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!!” You squealed, setting your snacks and drinks down carefully before leaping up and hugging him, and now it was Mike’s turn to tear up, he hugged you back tightly, relishing in the moment of your touch. He missed you more than he thought he supposed.

“You are possibly the sweetest man out there, Michael Schmidt.” You laughed, pulling back to look at him.

“Oh, I don’t know, sounds like your childhood friend might be more than me.” He shrugged, wiping away a stray tear that had fallen from your eye.

“Both of you are, I didn’t think it was possible for there to be two men like you, but there is.” You whispered, leaning into his touch slightly, your heart rate picking up, was this betraying Clapton?

Mike had to usher you out when he noticed the time, he didn’t want Abby to become petty with you like she did to him when he was late for pickup. Once he was sure you wouldn’t turn around, he ran out to his car and grabbed his cassette deck and his laptop, making a set up on the desk and taking out the old mixtape, writing down the songs he would keep.

He decided he would add three new songs, It’s Not Over - Daughtry, Glad You Came - The Wanted, and finally Cigarette Daydreams - Cage the Elephants. He smiled happily, having recreated the mixtape on YouTube, letting the deck tape over the old mixtape, throwing the new songs into a random order, he wondered just what you’d think. He just hoped he wouldn’t make you mad.

|| So sorry for the delayed post today, I am exhausted with only 3 hours of sleep and not my usual 4.5 hours. ||

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[i-wanna-die-like-now]

I'm drunk and I have some thoughts on this.

@alteredphoenix I completely agree! The ice core is amazing and I love it for him-

But!

It has never really made sense to me, nothing about Danny screams ice or cold, I get that it's also a major factor in his ghost sense but man they missed hard, his character (to me) shows warmth and energy.

So... looking Into what Ice and cold can represent in media,

This one sort of fits, being a halfa is new territory, for both him and the ghost zone. Him falling into his powers and discovering new things. All uncharted, new.

Rigidity and stillness... Not so much, Dannys life takes off in so many new directions, there isn't a standstill in his life and he definitely isn't devoid of sentiment. If anything he has more, he's using everything he has just to save people, because it's the "right" thing to do. He has so many emotions and thoughts on all this new information he is being exposed to, processing so many new things.

Absent of hate, yeah I see that, true hate? That's something I think takes a lot for Danny to feel, along with wrath.

This one fits extremely well, Danny has to be really mentally unwell after everything he's been through, he's around his parents that are constantly spouting how much they hate his kind and what they want to do to them. Lack of love? I'm sure he's feeling that, ik I would be. But it also doesn't fit because he has the love of most people in his life, his friends and Jazz, even his parents (albeit half the time) I think it's a huge part of the show how much love he is surrounded with, their friendship is a huge part of it. Jazz accepting him and him accepting Dani, there isn't a lack of love.

(I haven't watched the show in a hot minute tho)

Death, absolutely, he's dead. He's surrounded by death and other dead people.

I don't see Dannys character of one of hatred or destruction, Dan. Sure, but we're talking about Danny.

But most of these aren't in the show, they don't dive into it and so it comes off as extremely out of place. It's not like it makes no sense, him having ice powers was never something I thought needed to be changed, I still don't, it does make me think about why he does have an ice core though when electricity was right there.

Now here's my own thoughts on electricity and how that would have worked.

He died surrounded by electricity and ectoplasm, he can use ecto energy so it makes sense that he would also be able to use electricity. Vald isn't shown to use an ice core so it can't be that it because he’s half dead, there isn't a sold reason as to why it can't be electric. (I wish the show went into more details about cores)

Electricity to me shows warmth and power, Danny is shown to be powerful, he is a newly formed ghost and he manages to beat multiple strong ghosts that have been around for way longer than him. I took that as him being extremely powerful, he is also shown to be compassionate and caring. He's a good person with a good heart, being dead and warm doesn't go hand in hand but I don't think that matters all that much.

He's always moving and flowing, both with his movements in fights and his opinions and values. He's a growing teenage boy and is learning new things about himself and the world, ghosts and the zone included, he's growing and lighting a light in the kids of Amity. Sparking change for ghosts and painting them in a new light for humans. He's both a ray of hope for the citizens he's protecting and the ghosts he helping, almost like a new era, like when we discovered electricity and it changed our daily lives.

He's also dangerous, and deadly.

One wrong move and he could end a life, end whole cities (as shown in The Ultimate Enemy) much like one wrong move with electricity and you're left injured or dead.

Overall electricity is good and it helps us everyday but it can also cause serious harm and I think that suits Danny so well, him being afraid of what he can do with his powers after the whole Dan scare, the warmth he brings Amity and the zone, it fits him perfectly imo.

And them there's the angst of having a power that literally killed him, that would be terrifying.

[9w1ft]

Although all these days I struggled to understand the concept of LSK or if Kaylor really are together still etc, Hudson Valley really sealed the deal for me. For reasons best known to Kaylor themselves, they definitely have chosen to live their life the way they do. Aaron posting Taylor in Hudson Valley same time as Karlie raised enough eyebrows for their PR teams to kick in and start diverting everyone's attention to Travlor instead. Cue the dinner, tonight's concert, extra PDA, karma line change etc. I see the reoccurring patterns clearly now.

I can't help but feel sad though that this is how they choose to live and of course no pressure for them to pick otherwise but I do hope someday they will decide to drop this facade and openly be together. Love your work btw and it's from your posts that I really started to believe in LSK :)

thank you for this message! and yeah, i think if you stick around and look at the big picture it makes a lot of sense and then things like what you mention above just kind of stick out a little more when they happen. and they happen from time to time.

i understand what you mean by feeling sad, though if you will allow me to go on a tangent,

i think i would be inclined to feel more sad for their situation if they were just everyday women in love with each other but unable to express it solely because of social inequality related to sexuality. but when i think of their entire situation, i know there are more factors involved than just the particularity of who they love. being a celebrity, for example, puts an additional variable into their story that makes the idea of them coming out more complicated and potentially dangerous, and thus potentially less beneficial to them on a personal level. coming out won’t necessarily make things automatically better, because the eyes of the world are on them and a lot of them are hostile. and that’s an anxiety we might not understand. so i try to think about it like that, and place the goal not at a universal ideal but more at a local ideal, the goal of their love persisting and persevering against the odds. i still find a lot of meaningfulness there.

i think we might assume they must be unhappy in their situation, and i’m not saying they can’t be, but i think assuming they are unfulfilled creates a perception that these things they do are painful for them when it might not be the case. i say this because i feel that over the years they’ve been able to sort out and be honest about what they want and what they don’t want, and how to go about things in a way that doesn’t invite miscommunication. looking at taylor’s discography i think there were absolutely years and instances where they weren’t communicating their best, and that both got hurt for different reasons. but i get the strong sense from a growing collection of songs that they’ve put in the work to be on the same page and have found something that works for them.

i don’t want to dismiss anybody that sees them do things and is hurt by it. she basically invented the book on parasocial engineering and i still have my feelings about miss americana and how that clearly set people with expectations. but i think taylor was pretty clear with midnights that she’s doing her thing rn and shining bright. and that she doesn’t want people to mistaken her as a guiding light.

so i think at some point it’s up to each of us as individuals to assess what it is that we get out of it and if it’s worth the time for us or if there are better places to invest our time. i just think that’s going to be different for each person and that’s okay!

[shalomniscient]

might be a bit out of pocket but you encouraged me a bit to confess my sins and i'm now on my knees telling you my darkest secrets. /hj

i'm a complete sucker for cinnabar. i'm gonna be honest i'm head over heels in love with this woman and i giggle stupidly every time i see her or hear her voice. she's extremely dear to me and i can't help but think of her every day and night. she's just so precious and caring and protective, she's everything i seek for in a woman. :зс

according to her files, cinnabar's not really familiar with stereotypical girly stuff and i assume myself to be the girliest girly possible. i do my makeup everyday, i sincerely enjoy it and i love dressing up prettily, so i often think about introducing cinna to my beauty world (like a little game! it's not about changing her or anything). just imagine her frowning slightly as you gently pat her face with a make-up brush applying setting powder. god she needs no makeup, she's the beauty herself, she's alluring and she's smiles so brightly as you caress her cheek with your fingertips applying mousse blush. she probably has no idea why would you even possess any cosmetics, you're stunning without any of that, she thinks. but that's just like a routine already... it's soothing and somehow gives you a bit of extra confidence. cinna lets you use her face as a canvas, her eyes shut as you choose the eyeshadow shade. emerald, perhaps? or sky blue, it would make her eyes look brighter. or... oh.

«honey, too early» you can't help but giggle as you see her squinting. she opens her eyes slowly. «what do you think about this one?»

you show her a certain shade from. «how do you choose just one from all these every morning?» she's stumbled but she's definitely enthusiastic. you chuckle one more time «it's not really that hard». foundation, contour, blush, eyeshadow, everything looks perfect (well damn with such an adorable face like hers it's not surprising at all. you could use the cheapest products and she would still look gorgeous! but you cherish your girl, so you only offer her to use the most expensive and high quality products you have). only one thing's missing yet – lipstick! you pull out several lipstick tubes, then open them one by one comparing them to cinnabar's lip shade. after a while you choose one which might suit her best.

cinna leans closer, so you can apply the pastel shade on her lips, but instead you suddenly press the lipstick to your own bottom lip. you paint your lips pastel rose and cinna gives you a confused look. «what are you...?»

«now, lean closer» you ask and she obeys, just as she always does, such a good girl she is. you cup her cheek without caring about messing her blush and foundation and press your lips against hers. cinna's stunned for a second but it's not your first kiss, so she wraps her arms around your waist almost immediately, pulling you closer.

the lipstick stains her mouth, you two share the waxish taste of the product. cinna's lips are now rose, too. though, it looks messy and it gets messier with every second. you tangle your fingers in cinna's silky hair, it's getting hard to breathe and you two are pressed so close together, you simply fall down on the bed without a second thought like a one even figure, not two separate people.

good thing, you have lots of makeup removing products to clean the mess you made. and you have a dozen of different lipstick shades for cinna to try on...

– milky nonnie (i'm screaming blushing twitching)

MILK this is so sweet my teeth are rotting ??? i will admit i'm like cinna in that i never gravitated to makeup, though for me it's a sensory thing and the feeling of makeup on my face makes me squirm and lock up lmao ANYWAY this is so soft.......... that woman is so head over heels for you milk she is doing whatever you ask 😤😤😤

in her head she has a catalog of like, your favorite shades and brands. whenever some sort of celebration rolls around like your birthday or an anniversary or valentines day you best believe she is spending hours perusing every makeup store she can find to get you the perfect gift. like she's doing mental math trying to pick something out for you, she's operating at 200% brain power 😤😤😤

ALSO ALSO if you guys like go out or something, and maybe you fall asleep before you get home, i feel like cinna's the type to gently take your makeup off and do you skincare routine for you !!! she always watches you so closely when you go your nightly routine, and you think she's just a little interested, which is true, but in reality she was memorizing that shit !!! writing it down, committing it to memory in her brain !!! just so when these situations roll around she knows exactly what to do <3333 AHSLJASHJLS SHE'S SO DOWN BAD FOR YOUUUUUUUU

[acanth3]

追憶＊マリオネットの糸の先 / Reminiscence＊End of the Marionette's Strings

EPISODE 7

Nazuna: …..

Mika: Nnnah..? Nazuna-nii, hello~♪

Nazuna: …..

Mika: Hmm, why’re you so happy? What is it? I feel like I'm in a good mood today too~ did something happen to you?

Nazuna: …..♪

Mika: I don’t know but Nazuna-nii looks happy, and I’m happy too!~♪

But, Nazuna-nii… yer always late

If Nazuna-nii doesn’t show up with his face early, Oshi-san will be put into a bad mood and taken out on me. So, it’s okay~..?

Nazuna: …..

(I can’t tell him I’ve been secretly practising my singing, there aren’t many new results yet…if Oshi-san finds out he’ll be put into an angry mood.)

(But recently even other units have become more active.)

(I can’t just stay this way forever just because it’s ‘convenient’, Valkyrie will also get older.)

(We’re still at the top of Yumenosaki, placed in such a high place means others can see you clearly.)

(We’re studied and imitated, like a king.)

(Even the audience will be bored out if we keep showing the same concept.)

(Never mind how luxurious/tasty fine French food is…it’s only natural you’ll get bored of it everyday.)

(We also need to have a change. But Valkyrie only permits on stage what Oshi-san wants, much like a restriction.)

(Only because we bring in so much commitment we have the highest quality one-of-a-kind piece of art.)

(We’re in an era where media everywhere is consumed at such abnormal speed.)

(If only my recorded singing voice from the past keeps being used…we can’t use the same song forever. There’s a limit to what people want.)

(While figuring some things out, I was driven to another…unit.)

(As much as Oshi-san doesn’t want to admit, I have a silver rated singing voice. I’ll do it…)

(If I just sing, Valkyrie will be able to move forward..we’ll change.)

(If my growth is able to be recognized, Oshi-san won’t reuse the pre-recorded singing, I want some new possibilites…?)

(Mika-chan also… maybe he can be used as a much stronger force rather than just a back up dancer?)

Mika: Hmm? Nazuna-nii, what is it?

Hey, Nazuna-nii…it’s a bit late but this is a… birthday present ♪

Nazuna: ….?

Mika: It’s clothes, I made em’! It looks a bit shabby compared to the one’s Oshi-san makes/ that you wear daily.

I worked hard and did my best! ♪

I couldn’t stand that I forgot to give it to ya all this time, even if I missed the opportunity…I’ll fix it a bit…

If it was this much of a mess, yer birthday would have been passed for a long time now~♪

Sorry it’s so late, will you accept it Nazuna-nii?

Nazuna: …..

Mi…Mika-chi… Thank..you..I’m…so happy…

(Ah! I forgot I don’t have a voice! Because I stayed silent for so long I can’t even muster out the words thank you properly…)

Shu: You two. Be quiet please, I’m on the… phone.

Mika: Nnnah? Oshi-san sorry for interrupting while yer on the phone…huh..?

Shu: What is this? I’m not even familiar with electronic devices, I can’t really get in touch with the other's.

Compared to a smartphone it’s much more difficult to hear the recipient's voice. 

So stay quiet. Sorry, I interrupted our call…Rei.

It’s unusual for you to be active during the daytime, are you finally feeling motivational? Even if you were just playing bystander, I’m interested in something.

You are one of the many few people who understand me, as a friend, yes…

You’re as hostile as a unit, getting rid of something mercilessly…

If you become an opponent, I can;t afford to get my heart in the way and die.

Lately the number of annoying slobs have increased. It has got me worried and it’s making me uncomfortable.

Advice?

Hah, are you pretending to be elderly? If it were not for you, I would have hung up the phone, Rei?

‘fine’ …Oh, Tenshouin’s unit? But what’s wrong with it…?

Anyhow, to be an idol~ it’s really a experience/sort of existence, isn’t it?

They are not the enemy of Valkyrie. The stage is not something that can be controlled by king’s of money.

It’s a stage to show fine art. 

I’ll beat my existence to the whole world.

Isn’t it best for rich people to get drunk and ravish a luxurious place where people compete with one another? After all, they are third-rate idols.

Though we cannot beat ‘the real thing’. The snobs in this world are concerned enough to distinguish the authenticity of it all.

Personally, I seem to be more interested in your current trends rather than what ‘fine’ is upto. 

Recently it seems many have begun to make a move including you, Wataru and Kanata..right?

You are rare out of the sluggish and corrupt society of Yumenosaki. 

Art is a product of chance, a gift from god. I don’t want to mess it up with my hands. 

I was able to meet you guys at this, Yumenosaki. Ka ka..

It’s something I think is great, really, from the bottom of my heart. I have no choice but to express something similar to a miracle. Don’t you think so too?

Thank you for the advice, I’m not stupid to silence a warning given to me by a dear friend.

Let’s be careful. Yes, good night…my friend.

[shadowkoo]

mini requests

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Hi! I'm opening my requests for the first time in nearly three years! I'm hoping by doing this sort of drabble game / mini fic requests that I can ease my way back into writing after my long hiatus. If you are interested in sending in a request, please continue reading for all the details. Thank you!

Rules + Requirements :

Follow me (if you are not already)

Reblog this post (boosts are appreciated)

Must be 18+ (minors please dni)

To Request:

Choose a group & member (1 only please)

Pick a genre (max of 3)

Select a prompt (max of 2)

Visit my askbox and use a similar format like this: "Can I request Taehyung (BTS) fluff, smut, and coworkers au with prompt #4"

*please make sure that you include the group in parenthesis after stating which member you're requesting

Groups + Members:

BTS - Seokjin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon, Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook

EXO - Kai, Baekhyun, Sehun, Chanyeol, Chen, Suho, Kyungsoo, Xiumin, Lay

NCT - Taeyong, Taeil, Johnny, Yuta, Jaehyun, Doyoung, Ten, Winwin, Kun, Jungwoo, Mark, Xiaojun, Hendery, Renjun, Jeno, Haechan, Jaemin, Yangyang, Jisung

SVT - Vernon, Mingyu, Jeonghan, Wonwoo, Minghao, Woozi, Joshua, Hoshi, Junhui, Seokmin, Seungcheol

GOT7 - Jinyoung, Jackson, Bam, Yugyeom, Mark, Jaebeom, Youngjae

ATEEZ - Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Yunho, Yeosang, San, Mingi, Wooyoung, Jongho

MONSTA X - Shownu, Minhyuk, Kihyun, Hyungwon, Jooheon, Changkyun

STRAY KIDS - Bang Chan, Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, Jeongin

Genres + AUs:

Fluff

Smut

Angst

Enemies to lovers

Friends to lovers

Friends with benefits

Roommates

College

Coworkers

Meet Cute

Meet Ugly

Athlete (you may specify in your request)

Exes

Idol

*idol au means that they will be depicted as their real identities (as actual kpop idols & famous celebrities)

Prompts:

"Don't look at me like that. You know what that does to me."

"I wish I never met you."

"It's your lucky day."

"I'm sorry, who are you?"

"I can't stop thinking about you."

"Open your mouth."

"Why do you even care?"

"You're more important than you think."

"What do you need me to do?"

"Please leave."

"That's my final answer."

"Did you see that?" "See what?"

"What do you want from me?"

"God, you look so fucking good."

"You're unbelievable."

"Isn't that your mom?"

"I swear I've seen your face somewhere before."

"You're such a tease."

"Don't you dare lie to me."

"Who are the flowers for?"

"Don't forget that we're in public, baby."

"Are you scared? You should be."

"Please say something. Anything."

"Do you forgive me?"

"You forgot."

"You're crazy and I like it."

"Where are you taking me?"

"I think I'm in love with you."

"I need you. Now."

"What did you say?"

"Did you miss me?"

"I dare you."

"I bought you something."

"Is it supposed to taste like that?"

"Ew. Why does it look like that?"

"Baby are you close?" "No but the Uber is."

"How many doughnuts can I stack on it?"

"This is why no one likes you."

"Put your dick away, this is a Lowe's."

"Stop yelling at me!" "You’re panicking, you’ll crash the car." "It’s not everyday a demon crawls out of your trunk!"

"Who the fuck did I marry?"

This is the fifth letter you will write to them, and it will not be the last.

Six days after they left, the ticking behind the wall began.

A mob boss with a black eye and a jagged scar over his wrist sits alone in a dingy motel room. The kitten stares at him affectionately, oblivious to the danger they both are in. Oblivious to the mess it caused.

It happened concurrently, and so quickly. The moon started getting closer and brighter in the sky, and you started hearing them in the radio static.

With a palpable fury, the demon turns to you, ignoring the rubble of your kitchen, and sneers. "How did you summon me? You've pulled me out of chains centuries old." Frantically, you skim through your cookbook. "I don't know! I was trying to make soup!"

They held out a hand, an echo of the melody playing from their fingertips. "The world seems to dance to your tune," they spoke, their voice a captivating blend of amusement and intrigue. The silence that followed was heavy with unspoken questions.

Sometimes you question how everything could have turned out if that day had gone differently.

Chills creep down your spine as you peek through the cracked doorway. You're not supposed to be witnessing this. They'll kill you if they find out.

Free Space - send in your own prompt! Please keep it relatively short!

Disclaimers:

Not every request may be fulfilled, it is up to my discretion.

Word count may vary between requests (300 to 3k, etc.).

Unless requested otherwise, all fics will be written as female reader insert.

Please refer to the top of the original post to know whether requests are open or closed (reblogs may show something different).

Things I will NOT write: suicide, self-harm, animal abuse, underage sex, pedophilia, incest, vore, rape, non-consensual, or dubious sex.

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1194: The Adorable Lovebirds of Darkness! (SSBU X Fire Emblem)

10:42 a.m. atthe Smash Mansion's Dining Hall...........

Marth: And that, my friends, is the story of how I, Caeda and many other brave men and women of the army risked our lives to protect and fight for the honor and safety of our homelands from the overflowing forces of darkness and evil, until the very ends of the Earth.

Chrom: (Smiles Proudly) And it's a story that continues to be told by many countless generations ever since.....(Turns his Attention Lucina and Owain) So whatcha kids think? Still holds up?

Lucina: (Happily Nodded) It does, father. Very much so.

Owain: Yes. ('Sniff') (Wipes Away a Single Tear From his Eyes) It was perfect. Beautiful. Everything straight to last, critical detail. (Smiles Brightly) Encore please!~

Lucina: (Turns to her Cousin) Owain, he told us this story five times already. Aren't you tired of it being told over and over again yet?

Owain: (Happily Shakes his Head at Lucina) Never of the sort, cousin. It's not everyday you get to hear a tale as so heartfelt and inspirational from the legendary hero and prince himself!

Marth: (Smiles Sheepishly to Owain's Praise) I-I wouldn't exactly call myself a legend in any capacity, but I thank you both for taking the time to hear me ramble on about my many misadventures.

Owain: Oh think nothing of the sort, you majesty.(Happily Bows His Head Down to Marth) And I thank you for joining us on this glorious morning. (Chuckles Lightly) Which is absolutely perfect because.....(Smiles More Sheepishly Himself) I may need to ask you all something....

Chrom: Sure. What's up?

Owain: You have crushes before, right? (Turns Away a Bit While Twiddling his Fingers Around) What was it like to fall for them from afar?

Marth: ('Sighs Dreamingly') The best feeling in the world~ I remember the days when Caeda and I first worked together. Her kind heart, fierce determination, and grateful beauty has always managed to capture both my heart and mind to tis very day~

Chrom: (Smiles Fondy About his Significant Other) The same goes for me with Olivia. She's more on the shy and adorable side, brave whenever she needs to be, and her dancing..... (Let's Out a Whistle Before Daydreaming About Olivia Inviting Him into Many of Their "Private" Dance Lessons) The way she moves to the music rhythm with such class and rhythm is always a sight to behold~ And her hips-

'Clears Throat'

Chrom immediately comes back to reality as he turns to see his daughter staring at him, raising an eyebrow in silence.

Chrom: I-I-I mean, uh- (Clears his Throat Before Putting onnan Awkward Smile) Her dancing! Is.....truly amazing over. (Chuckles Awkwardly)

Lucina: ('Sigh') Whatever you say, father. (Crosses her Arms With Proud Smile on her Face) Meanwhile, I can safely say that I have never encountered a crush of any kind.

Owain: (Covers his Mouth While Purposely Letting Out a Cough)

Lucina: (Turns Back to Owain with Suspicion in her Eyes) What was that just now?

Owain: (Casually Shrugs) Oh no, don't mind me. Just calling out blasphemy when I clearly hear it right next to me.

Lucina: (Eyes Widened in Complete Shock) Blasphemy!? (Pouts at her Cousin) Owain Everfield Yliston, I am telling the honest truth here! I never have a crush on anyone!

Owain: (Playfully Raises an Eyebrow at Lucina) Really? Cause I seemed to remember how pretty bashful and jumpy you easily get whenever Gerome catches your much needed attention~

Lucina: That was a long time ago, Owain! You know that!! (Turns Away While Twirling her Hair Around and Blushing at the Thought of the Masked Young Man) Besides, I'm certain he has a million other things to do right now in our world than to ever think about me.....

Owain. (Gives Lucina a Reassuring Smile) Oh don't fret, Lucina. I'm sure he misses you just as much as you miss him right now.

Lucina: ('Sigh') I suppose. But wait. (Turns Back to Owain) What makes you want to ask us this kind of question in the first place? Unless- ('Gasps') Owain! Do you have a crush on someone yourself?

Owain: W-Who? Me? ('Scoffs') Please! (Chuckles Very Awkwardly) Of course not!! There's no way that, I, Odin the Dark, would ever fall for something as trivial as LOVE before! That's crazy.

Chrom: (Gives Owain the Mild Fatherly Glare) Owain, what did your father and mother tell you about being more honest with your feelings?

Owain: ('Sighs in Defeat') Never hesitate while doing so. I remember.....

Marth: (Gives Owain a Reassuring Smile on his Face) There's really no need for you to feel shy about this, Owain. This tends to happen to the most of us at times.

Lucina: (Nodded in Agreement) That's right. (Places her Hand on Top of Owain's Hand Woth a Smile of her Own) And you know as well as I do that I will not let anyone judge and make fun of you for it. (Smirks a Bit) Less they are brave enough to answer to me, of course~

Owain: (Snickers a Bit) Right. Thank you, cousin.

Lucina: You're always welcome. Now quit stalling tell us the identity of your crush already.

Owain: Don't rush me, woman, I was gonna! ('Sigh') But if you really must know that badly, then-

?????: U-Um

The soft, but shy spoken voice was more than enough for Owain get startled and jolt himself up from his seat as he turns to see the source of the voice talking to him was none than the Princess of Hyrule, Zelda.

Owain: Oh. (Sheepishly Greets the Princess) A-Ahoy there, my fair maiden!

Zelda: (Giggles a Bit With a Shy, But Bright Smile on her Face) Good morning, Owain!~ Or was it Odin? I....still couldn't decide what to call you, they both sound great.

Owain: (Forms a Jojo Darkened Pose) will forever be known as Odin the Wicked Darkness of Solitary!- (Winces a Bit as He Felt Lucina's Shoulder Bumping his Leg Before Smiling at Zelda Again) B-But I mostly prefer that you call me Owain instead. It is my true birth name after all.

Zelda: Owain it is then..

Marth: (Whispers to Chrom) So it was Zelda this entire time.

Chrom: Not what I expected, but I welcome it.

Lucina: (Shushes Both of the Men in Frint of Her)

Owain/Zelda: (Turbs Away Bashfully) So I was wondering- (Eyes Widened) Oh! (Laughs a Bit Before Turning Back to One Another)

Zelda: Do you wanna tell me first or......

Owain: (Politely Bows to Zelda) After you, milady~

Zelda: (Giggles Some More) Aw~ You are such a gentleman for a Wicked Darkness of Solitary!~

Owain: (Chuckles Lightly) Hey-ey now! My heart may have engulfed in darkness, but I was still raised right! For the most part.

Zelda: Sure, sure, I believe you~ But um- ('Clears Throat') No seriously, I....wanna ask you if....(Turns Away While Twirling her Hair Around a Bit) You want and .....if you're not super busy, that...I can....show you more around town sometime this week? Y-You know, given that you're still new here and all.....Just the two of us?

Owain: (Smiles Brightly) Why, Yes! I'd love that. How's later today sounds?

Zelda: Again, it's perfectly fine if you don't- (Turns Back to Owain) Wait, really? Are you sure?

Owain: (Chuckles Lightly) Positive! I never really have that busy of a schedule as of right now and I do always yearn for more adventures, especially in a place as big and more expressive as this. (Smiles Sheepishly Again While Rubbing the Back of his Head Back and Forth) Then again, I do that fear that my inexperience and cluelessness could potentially lead the both of us into trouble.

Zelda: (Giggles Once More) Relax, I know this town like the back side of my necklace. I got this. I hope

Owain: If you insist- (Politely Bows to Zelda Again) Then I am more than willing to put my trust in you to take the lead, your highness.

Zelda: (Happily Clap her Hands Together) Great!~ We meet up at 5:30ish to leave here?

Owain: (Smiles Brightly) Sounds reasonable to me. I'm feeling excited already.

Zelda: You and me both! We're gonna have ourselves a good time out there. B-But one more than first!

Owain: Hm?- (Eyes Widened as He Suddenly Felt Zelda's Lips Pressing on his Cheek a Bit)

Zelda: (Leans Back From Her Kiss Before Turning Away Again) I know this world is still a lot for you to get used you, but please don't worry. (Turns Back to Owain with a Bright, More Sincere Smile on her Face) Cause me and everyone else here in this nutty family are gonna give you the best time and experience here of your entire life going forward, that's a promise!~ (Slowly Starts Blushing as She Realizes What She Just Did a Brief Second Ago) A-A-Anyways! I have somewhere to be right now! Love yo- I-I mean, BYEEEE!~ (Quickly Teleports Her Way Out of the Room)

Owain: (Slowly Place his Hand Onto the Kissed Cheek as He Blushes and is Now Surprisedby What Just Happened) (What's this? A Kiss? From a the fairest of all maidens? I knew my charms were going to catch up to me eventually, but I have not the slightest clue that this eventuality would be-)

Lucina: (Sighs and Facepalms Herself as She and the Others are Watching Owain Standing There Still Surprised and Motionless) Oh no.....He's inner monlogging again, isn't he?

Chrom: Looks like it. Been a while since I've seen him done that.

Marth: (Smiles Sheepishly) I can't say I blame him for feeling this way though. It kind of reminds me of the way I acted when Caeda kissed me for the first time.

Chrom: (Grabs his Chin While Thinking) You know, now that you mention it, I do remember making that kind of face when Olivia-

Lucina: Father!

Chrom: R-Right! Right. ('Clears Throat') S-Sorry, dear.

Lucina: ('Sighs Once More')

Meanwhile at the Other Room......

Zelda: (Covering her Face Up in Basfulness While in Mewtwo's Arms) MEWWY, I KISSED THE BOY OF MY DREAMS AND LOVE ITTTTTT!~

Mewtwo: (Gently Rubs his Best Friend's Back) A surprising bold move on your part, but you did well nonetheless.

Toon: (Happily Pumps his Fist Up in the Air) YES! Finally! Every kid in this house I'd gonna owe so much money now-

Zelda: (Immediately Glares at Toon Link) WHAT!?

Toon: (Quickly Sweating Bullets in Fear) Uh.....D-Did I say money! (Chuckles Very Awkwardly) W-What I meant to say was...h-honey! Cause...you know....Bee Movie!.....

Mewtwo: (Already Giving Toon the Deadpinned Look) That has to be worse cover up lie you made yet.

Toon: ('Sighs in Utter Defeat') I'm young and greedy, sue me!

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