#help me settle a twitter argument

[nightmare-grass]

For anyone in need of a reminder, this is Prince Eric

[lxcalmenace]

Some silly scenarios with bluelock boys

Based on this headcanon post

Characters included < Isagi, Bachira, Nagi, Rin, Sae and Kaiser > X gn!reader (separate)

tw: none?

⟡Isagi Yoichi - Gets into twitter discourse.

After what felt like months, it seemed that yours and Isagi's schedules had finally aligned. You entered his apartment and made your way to the living room to greet Isagi; just then you saw him sitting on the couch, a furrowed expression crossing his face and his phone in his hand. He was aggresively typing and scrolling on his phone that he failed to notice you taking a seat next to him.

"Oh shoot I didn't see you, sorry", he mutters as he shifts, allowing you to sit comfortably.

"Are you seriously arguing on twitter?," was all you said that made Isagi look away in embarrassment. Ofcourse he didn't want to admit it straight away but he was indeed losing the said argument.

"You know you don't have to prove anything to anyone right? And who even takes twitter seriously nowadays?"

You watched as Isagi let of a small huff before turning off his phone. Without a word, he pulled you in a gentle embrace as the rest of your evening blurred out into soft giggles and tender moments.

⟡Bachira Meguru - Very willing to eat inedible things.

You have been waiting to buy those food inspired scented candles for God knows too many days now; until finally, you managed to get your hands on one of them recently. It was a pancake inspired candle. It was so realistic that you could barely tell it was fake—if it weren’t for the wick sticking out of the top, you might have thought it was an actual pancake

As you opened the box, the mouthwatering, sugary smell of pancakes hit you, spreading throughout the room. This candle was too realistic and just like that, Bachira was willing to sink his teeth into the wax block.

"If it smells so good, it has to taste good too! Let me have just a bite please [name]," he whined. Bro dropped to his knees begging and pleading in exaggerated desperation- as if he would've perished due to hunger right then and there. You couldn't help but chuckle at this sight.

"Ok fine...A little bite won't hurt, but don't come complaining to me later," you sighed as you surrendered the candle to Bachira.

Disgust. Pure disgust washed over his face after he took the bite. He looked at you with teary eyes as he desperately tried to get rid of the nasty taste of the wax; which in response, you just shrugged in a 'I told you so' manner. After helping him wash his mouth and feeding him chocolates to counter the unpleasant flavor, you both finally settled down. Bachira swore that he wouldn't eat anything weird after this incident.

He tried eating cotton the next week.

⟡Nagi Seishiro - Uses two-in-one shampoo and conditioner.

Nagi was out shopping for some groceries while you were tagging alone for some snacks. It was a sunny day, you both entered the supermarket; Nagi took the basket as you made your way inside. He thinks shopping for basic necessities is a hassle and thus the reason for you tagging along to keep him company. You were free to get anything you wanted so you looked around the store, but nothing caught your eye. So you decided to go back, you spotted your tall boyfriend and made your way towards him. He was in the hygiene isle, eyeing down some shampoo bottles.

"Do you seriously use 2-in-1 shampoo? -" you ask, raising your eyebrow. Nagi looked at you with an unbothered expression as he shrugged, "Uh, yeah. Been using that since forever"

"Why are you asking me this, something wrong with it?" the tall male added while casually putting another bottle in the cart.

"Your hair is always so silky and soft; Its hard to believe that a simple 2-in-1 could give you those results. I mean, people spend a ton of money on haircare products, to achieve what you have, you know?" you replied.

"Then, thanks to my genes, I guess," he smirked as he turned around to look at you. You couldn't help but sigh and let out a chuckle. There was absolutely no point in arguing with Nagi- He always managed to win, even when he wasn't trying. You raised your hands as if you were surrendering, and then you both made your way further into the store.

Nagi is a simple guy, and slowly over time, you are starting to find comfort in his simplicity.

⟡Rin Itoshi - Plays roblox.

"Rin, dinner's ready, come down!" You yelled from the kitchen whilst serving the food on the table. A few unresponsive minutes passed, so you decided to fetch Rin yourself; thinking he might be in the shower or taking a nap. Making your way to the shared bedroom, you knocked on the door before poking your head through.

There he was, sitting on his gaming chair, with the lights out, playing..roblox..? You observed him for a couple of minutes, his face was illuminated by the screen, ever so unfazed; Rin was too immersed playing The Mimic that he failed to notice you slowly creeping up on him. The only time Rin was caught off guard was when you tapped his shoulder to get his attention. You swore you saw Rin's face go pale for a second as his eyes widen in surprise. "You play roblox?," you asked as you raised your brows in amusement.

He took off his headset and he nodded, "Is dinner ready?"

"It is"

"Alright"

You both stared at each other.

"Can we play Dress to impress later? Rin please-"

"NO."

Few moments later, the dark haired striker was seen playing Dress to impress, all the bright colors and outfits flashed on his screen display.

"You're doing incredibly well, who would've thought you had those designer skills in you Rinnie," you teased him

"Oh shut up...I just don't like losing, ok?" he scoffed but there was a small smile creeping on his lips.

You rolled your eyes playfully, knowing very well that he only agreed to play this if only you were ready to join him in his horror games. It was a win-win situation for both of you.

⟡Sae Itoshi - Had an emo phase

Your phone was buzzing for quite some time now so you finally decided to check who was texting you at this time of the night. Sae was on his way home from practice; Deciding to stay up and wait for him to get home, you layed down on the couch while keeping a random movie playing in the background. As you opened the chat, you couldn't help but burst into laughter- There were old pictures of Sae; eyes lined with eyeliner, hair was dyed dark and swooped to a side and he was wearing dark clothes. You saved all the pictures one by one as you swiped for more, that's when you heard the door open- signaling that Sae had returned home. Quickly turning off your phone, you were trying so hard to contain your laughter, but a giggle escaped your lips.

Sae muttered a small, "What are you up to [name]?" before raising an eyebrow at you. He knew that you had something cooking up due to the way you were smiling at him.

"Sae," you purred, "if hypothetically someone were to leak your embarrassing pictures, what would you do?" you grinned.

You watched as Sae's expressions went from neutral to that of pure horror.

"[Name] don't you dare-" he warned.

"I'm not saying that I have any embarrassing pictures of you tho," you replied, "It was a hypothetical question, unless," a smirk formed on your lips as you looked at Sae. "You never know what could happen next."

His eyes widen in disbelief, he knew that you had something against him. "Fine, I don't have the energy to do this. Tell me what do you want," he sighed, giving up. "But atleast show me these hypothetical pictures you have acquired, and where did you even get them from?"

You giggle as you showed him all of the pictures; to which he openly cringed hard. He was definitely not expecting this. It brought back so many of his memories before going to Spain. He sighed as he accepted his faith and made his way to the bedroom to freshen up. You typed a quick 'Thank you' and sent the chat.

"Rin reacted '👍' to your chat."

⟡Michael Kaiser - Sleeps in till noon

'12:27'

It was past noon. You had finished making breakfast, eating it, doing some chores around the house, watering the plants, having a small snack and watching a few episodes of your favorite show, and yet your boyfriend was still in your bed, sleeping peacefully. You would've chalked it up to him being tired, but he had gone to bed exceptionally early too. It was starting to concern you now. What if he was not feeling well? You made your way to the bedroom and entered it silently. There he was, soft breathing and sleeping peacefully. You sat down beside him and gently touched his forehead to check if he was sick. Everything was fine. You decided to run your fingers through his messy bed hair, untangling any small knots. Michael slowly started to stir and the first thing he did was kiss your hand, which made your lips morph into a small smile.

"Good morning, mein Schatz," He mumbled groggily, "What time is it?" he asked while rubbing his eyes. He let out a yawn as he sat up your bed

"Its good afternoon now, wake up Micha," you continue to run your fingers through his blonde locks as he embraced you, still feeling sleepy.

You pat his head, "C'mon have your lunch, you must be hungry."

"Are you on the menu?" he muttered against your shoulder.

". . ."

"Then no, I dont want to eat"

"Michael no-"

Not proofread so ignore any mistakes and ty for reading !!

[moddeydhoo]

Didn't want to derail someone else's post, so I made my own:

"Someone else" is Chara

During the final boss of Undertale's pacifist route, an amalgamation of almost every soul in the underground under the control of Asriel Dreemurr, you call upon your friends by name in order to save them from the crowd. After your friends, there's the prompt to call "someone else".

Note: I chose to source my grabs for this post from ManlyBadassHero's playthrough because anime is real.

Note: I've left out headcanony arguments, including anything to do with NarraChara (because don't get me started), in order to focus on stuff we actually see in game.

The fandom seems to have settled on this "someone else" being Asriel, but it's not. "Someone else" is PlayerName. It's the First Fallen Human.

Note: I'm deliberately using "PlayerName"/"Chara"/"the First Fallen Human" interchangeably. It was expected by the team that on your first playthrough of Undertale, you'd name the fallen child your own name (Toby's Twitter: "Your own name. ... if you can't think of anything else lol" / Temmie's Twitter: "bc u r Chara.") and I think it's helpful to keep that in mind.

Indications against "someone else" being Asriel:

The "whoa, Flowey is Asriel!" reveal has just happened. It showed his name in big text and everything; his name isn't any kind of big reveal. There's no reason to censor it.

You SAVE Asriel shortly after this point. There'd be no purpose in the game calling him one thing and then changing to calling him Asriel.

This is Asriel's immediate reaction when you call this person's name. Supposing you'd just yelled OI ASRIEL GOAT BOY at him, that doesn't really explain this much confusion.

Indications in favour of "someone else" being Chara:

At this point in the game, "whoa, the character we're controlling isn't PlayerName!" IS still unrevealed. The first-time player doesn't know and Asriel doesn't know (or let himself accept it) yet, either. This gives a concrete reason for concealing the name by calling it "someone else".

Asriel's confusion, continued: his confusion makes much more sense if you just yelled PlayerName in his face. "What are you doing...!?" (You ARE PlayerName, aren't you? What are you, a Pokémon?)

We can easily establish that Frisk knows the First Fallen Human's name: Asriel has been calling them by it.

The First Fallen Human is alluded to elsewhere as coming when you call their name. So, what happens the moment you call this name? Someone answers.

The answer comes in the form of several flashback pictures. The first?

The rest of the pictures show both Asriel and Chara, but not this one. Your immediate, first answer is Chara alone.

These flashback images insert a lot of (cutscene) time between the player-initiated actions to "SAVE > Someone else" and "SAVE > Asriel Dreemurr". The acts don't happen one directly after another; they're separated by time and consequently could easily be two separate people being acted upon.

Weak argument but satisfying: Toby's writing makes extensive use of subtle callbacks. The Human's "demon that comes when people call its name" line at the end of the murder route at first seems to be out of nowhere—but it becomes foreshadowed, and hence a lot more satisfying, if "someone else" in Pacifist was them.

We're all sick of pronoun discourse by now and this is another weak argument, so please no clowning in my notes or it's blockening time, but: you call "their name" and not "his". Flowey and Asriel are only ever he/him, and Asriel's gender isn't any kind of reveal at this point. By contrast, the First Fallen Child is only ever referred to with they/them, including by Asriel.

I don't think this makes a significant difference in the experience or interpretation of the game. It's a small detail in a climactic scene. But it does surprise me when I see the almost universal assumption that this is Asriel.

For me, it's much more satisfying for Asriel's final moments of character development if Frisk themself, at the instant of Asriel's greatest turmoil, suddenly and loudly asserts themself as their own person. They're not his long-dead sibling. They're not PlayerName. They're not a blank slate, a player substitute, a vehicle. They're a weird flirtatious perpetually-hungry child with their own personality—it's enormously significant to me that this is the only route in which Frisk is able to assert their own name and walk out of the player's control at the end. Frisk doing the unexpected, calling upon Asriel's beloved sibling right in front of his crybaby goat eyes, ripping away the veil of his grief, is a huge blow—but a necessary one. Asriel may fight on for a while longer, but the battle was over at that moment.

In conclusion, hug gote or run is invalid. kthx ♥

[hero-israel]

Hi, if you don't mind answering, I have a question regarding Israel. I figured any Jewish person in Israel or not probably knows better than I could guess after occasionally reading Tumblr for a couple of months. What do you think is right/wrong about the Israel government, what should it be like and what should it do now? I would be thankful if you could answer.

Some context, if it makes any difference why I'm asking: I'm Ukrainian, and I was surprised first time I saw people comparing Israel with russia. It felt wrong to me from the start, cause it made more sense to compare terrorists with terrorists instead. Western leftists seem ignorant and delusional to argue with them, but I also saw this opinion from some Ukrainians on twitter, so I got interested to learn a bit more to get proper arguments against this comparison. Then I learned that quite a lot of Jewish people here are against current actions of the Israel government in Gaza, which at first looked strange to me cause it's a very different situation from what we have in Ukraine. I figured that Jewish people are the best source to learn "what's wrong with Israel government" without being flooded by conspiracy theories. I support Israel, but I don't want to support things that most of you guys actually disagree with. And another thing, personally I don't see how it's possible to get rid of hamas without harming civilians in Gaza, but I saw here Jewish people arguing that both Palestinian and Israeli civilians shouldn't be harmed. That's why I asked a few people on Tumblr what they think Israel should do to get some opinions, though perhaps my question among attacks was seen as an attack too. So this time I add this long clarification, sorry about that 😅

Thank you for the insight - I particularly appreciate hearing what this sounds like from Ukrainians as they face their own crisis.

I support actions that protect Jewish lives and Jewish rights, everywhere in the world, including in Israel. I want governments moral enough and strong enough to do that, everywhere, including in Israel. Sadly, Israel is really fucking it up for the last year.

No one should be happy with what is happening in Gaza. It is an appalling humanitarian disaster, exactly as Hamas planned it would be. Once they were able to stage their attack, Israel had no choice but to invade; to have done anything other than invade would have sent a message to all their enemies that they would just lie back and take it, and that is a message they cannot afford to send.

The current Israeli government is one of the most ultra-right-wing, revolting, criminal, and incompetent out of any democratic nation in the world. Their stupidity made the Hamas attack possible. Benjamin Netanyahu has been PM forever and kept winning elections because despite his ugly, crooked personality, he was good at the job, good from economic and diplomatic perspectives, and avoided major change with the Palestinians. As he stayed in office longer and got more crooked with age, his scandals and campaign crimes piled up until it really looked like he could face prison for it. For a cruelly, tantalizingly brief period, the more forward-thinking elements of Israeli society were able to oust the far-right parties, but eventually that fell apart for the dumbest and most aggravating reason ever and Netanyahu was able to come back. This time he boosted up fringe ultra-right-wing candidates who were too extreme to function in a "real" government but who promised to help him change laws so he wouldn't go to jail. The actual process of changing those laws - transparently to end the investigations of the MULTIPLE indicted or convicted criminals in this government - tore Israeli society apart. People were warning for MONTHS that military readiness was plummeting. The Hamas attack plan had been known since around 2015 and an even more detailed version surfaced last year. They were all just too busy working to legalize crime and settle old scores than on watching the border where the genocidal fascist militia lives.

I don't know what the proper plan at this point is. After 3 months, I'm still very much emotionally stuck on "what you are supposed to do is PREVENT THIS, YOU IDIOTS, THAT IS YOUR JOB, AND NOT A HARD ONE." I don't think I will ever get past that, it was so obvious and I had been losing sleep all year fully expecting something like this to happen. Within the first few weeks after the attack, I saw a message from former PM Naftali Bennett about how it would be relatively quick and easy to flood all the Gaza tunnels with seawater and that would solve the problem; kill off Hamas troops, destroy their weapons, collapse their bases. Clearly they haven't done that yet. Does that mean it can't be done? If it can be done, then I lean towards thinking the current campaign should go on until it is done. If it can't be done, then I'd like to hear exactly what the goal of this incursion is and how long they expect it to last. Are they going to kill 30,000 people in the course of disarming and expelling Hamas? Or are they going to kill 30,000 people and Hamas will still be a recognizable threat anyway? If it's the latter, why kill all those people, why not stop now? When do they stop? Those are fair questions.

Basically all Jews "support Israel," insofar as they want it to keep existing as a Jewish state. Basically all Jews who support Israel also truly have no ill will toward Palestinians. They see Palestinians' problems as being less severe than the problems Jews have faced, historically and recently, and not worth the risks to Jews if an Israel did not exist. They believe in peace and want there to be a two-state solution, either because they really want a better life for Palestinians or because they want to stop feeling vaguely guilty about the occupation, or a mix of both.

I hope this was in any way helpful and regret that I couldn't be more precise about what the future plan should be.

[curator-on-ao3]

This didn't occur to me when I first watched "Ad Astra per Aspera" but someone brought it up on Twitter last year and now I can't stop wondering. --

Pike went to the Valteera Nebula to find Neera, he had to have a breathing apparatus since the atmosphere is toxic to humans. So, here's the confusion--did Una and Neera grow up at Valteera? Because I don't see how that's possible, unless the human colony on the planet had an environmental dome.

I'm just wondering your thoughts because the episode made it seem as if Una left and Neera stayed but the toxicity of the atmosphere doesn't quite make sense.

Thank you so much for asking, @marymoss1971! ❤️ As you might have guessed, I’ve given this a lot of thought since the episode aired.

Bottom line: We don’t know (yet).

More detail: Una and Neera might have grown up on that particular planet (or moon or something else, but I’ll stick with “planet” for simplicity’s sake) within the Vaultera Nebula, but they might not have. Memory Alpha says the Vaultera Nebula has a radius of eight light years. Figuring that’s 16 light years across, I looked it up to try to contextualize and there are ten stars within 16 light years of Earth (including Wolf 359 and 40 Eridani, home to Vulcan within the Trekverse). Figuring the potential for multiple planets and their moons to orbit any one star — and the choice Illyrians make to settle in places with conditions not usually considered suitable for life — it’s possible that Neera was on another planet within the nebula … or that Neera was on the planet where she and Una grew up (on the Illyrian side, if that division from their childhood still exists).

It’s also worth noting that we don’t actually know if it was humans who persecuted Illyrians when Una was a child. The word “human” is spoken only once in Ad Astra Per Aspera, and that’s in Pike’s personal log at the beginning to explain that the atmosphere where he was trying to find legal help wasn’t suitable for him to breathe. (It makes sense to me that humans were the problem given Augment-borne human prejudice against genetic engineering, and that we’ve been led to believe Una posed as a human as opposed to some other species. But the canon isn’t 100% definitive, even if the humans-were-the-problem dots seem readily connectable.)

So, if Una and Neera did grow up on that particular planet with air not suitable for humans, we can guess that the people who persecuted Illyrians:

weren’t human

were human and used domes or masks or some other technology to breathe

lived on a part of the planet where they could breathe because not all parts of the planet had the air Pike experienced. Like how many people have to use supplementary oxygen when climbing Mount Everest right here on Earth.

One tangent/slim possibility worth mentioning: Una might not be able to breathe that air either. Since Una said, speaking of the Illyrians she grew up around, “Some of us have immune systems that can glow,” it could be that “some” Illyrians have different modifications from each other, even on the same planet (not to mention vast modifications across planets). So, even though Neera’s cousin has an immune system that glows and Una has an immune system that glows, we don’t yet know for sure if Neera and Una have the same modifications.

In conclusion: If Neera did leave the planet where she and Una grew up to live where humans couldn’t breathe the air, that would make sense to me given her character. It would also make sense to me if Neera was, indeed, on the planet where she and Una grew up. I could see some pretty darn compelling arguments for Neera to choose either course of action.

I hope this helps, @marymoss1971, and thank you again for asking! ❤️

[queerdiazs]

very unfortunate that i have to make this post but i think it might help settle a lot of minds so here we go.

a majority of the people sending anonymous hate to your inboxes regarding tommy are nothing more than fake-progressive children with no real want for conversation. all they want is attention and a platform for instigating bad faith arguments so they can send it to their group chat and laugh at you.

here are some of my credentials. there’s more but i’ve blocked most of them, which is a cardinal sin their eyes.

all of this + more happened in february and march. i was harassed for weeks, had anon hate left on my fics, and i’m still a topic of conversation since tommy’s kiss with buck on twitter.

i’m not saying these anons are from twitter, but a lot of their arguing points have a similar taste, especially when they go for a “gotcha” moment by bringing up your race. they did the same with me, and then debated my race when it was brought to their attention i’m native, and it’s happening here. draw your own conclusions there.

i promise you engaging with them is not worth your time or peace. block the anons and the people who are not bringing you joy in fandom.

[joshriku]

ages ago i asked for prompts on twitter and i think ava had requested cherik + bodyswap, and i forgot i wrote that til i found it looking at my files so i figured i'd also post it here ages later lol it's too short for ao3! but perfect length for tumblr.

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“I don't know how you do it,” says Charles. 

His voice—it's Erik's, no doubt. Words coming from his mouth, his body. His body, that Charles is currently inhabiting. 

“Do what?” asks Erik, with—with his voice, God damn it. This whole situation is so strange. 

It's supposed to wear off in a few hours, said the other teachers. Just a mutant learning to control their powers, nothing else. But now Charles is Erik, and Erik is Charles, and it's been the most insanity-inducing hours of his life. They haven't left Charles' room, as they decided to spend this ordeal as quietly as possible: in bed, reading. 

“This. Alone with your thoughts,” Charles says. “I'm miserable. And overstimulated, even though I am not doing anything. It's…” 

So much. His skin is prickly, impossible to touch. He can sense the clock ticking—not just the one inside the mansion, but everyone's. Phones buzzing or vibrating. The kitchen. Jewelry. The televisions. The satellites. The cities further away. The core of the Earth—

Erik takes his hand. Charles takes a moment to note how different his own hand is, when he's being touched—this is not comforting. So many times he's held someone, held a student, tried to comfort them with a gesture. And now that he's being comforted by his body—God, he should never be close to people.

“Breathe in,” Erik tells him. “Narrow your focus to one thing. Try your wheelchair.”

It's such a big power. To narrow it to something so small like his wheelchair feels like an impossible task, but then he notices a little helping hand: it's sloppy and careless, but the undeniable sensation of a telepathic push. Erik’s not good at it—good God, how is he holding up with all those voices?—but he’s good enough to guide Charles to his objective.

His body slumps against the bed, once the world is reduced to just the wheelchair.

“How do you do it?” Charles repeats. “It’s so quiet. It’s so lonely. And this power—it’s too great, I’m afraid. How does your body not fall apart? How does your mind not fall apart? How do you—”

Erik cuts him off. “I am wondering the same thing about you, as we speak. There is so much noise. People cannot stop thinking, not even for one second. How do you not go insane?”

He supposes the same questions he asked have the same answer Charles would give Erik: you get used to it. You settle into it like a second skin, until one day you no longer get to think about it.

“You get used to it,” he says, although he knows Erik must have heard it, anyway. His grip on Charles’ telepathy isn’t that good—Charles presumes he doesn’t know how to leave his mind. Erik hums anyway. “I suppose it’s more impressive right now, to be in a body where—it’s truly yours. Mine, it feels like it shares a bit with every single person. I cannot stop myself from seeing through their lenses, even for a second. I guess being alone right now—truly and well alone, it just… makes me wonder. How you don’t go insane. How you talk to people, how you are such a good judge of character. I can only be one because of my powers, and even then, I can go so wrong.”

Erik raises an eyebrow in his direction. It’s so odd, looking at his face. Does Charles really look like this? No wonder he got into so many arguments. He’s rather annoyed at that face.

“Funny, again. I have been pondering that myself. If I could listen to every thought, every sentiment, and every motivation behind someone’s actions—well, perhaps I’d become a hermit. It takes incredible strength to do this. I admire you.”

Charles smiles a little. “I suppose we are both so exceptional,” he says. He squeezes Erik’s hand again, trying to focus on Erik’s body, wanting to be held by it instead. “Only a few more hours to go.”

“Maybe we won’t go insane in three hours,” Erik smiles back. “Who knows? We have got plenty of time.”

[diabolicalacid]

ONCE MORE TO SEE YOU 🫧🎐

“loving me makes you happy but it also hurts you all the same?” atsumu repeats along the lines of your recent twitter post, grabbing onto the cutlery in front of him, inspecting it with the thought of making an addition to his collection. it doesn’t click any buttons inside your head when he says it, because you’ve already forgotten what you posted yesterday. it only deposits confusion.

“huh?” you turn around to look at him, quite perplexed at the sudden statement from his end. you’re a few aisles ahead of him, taking a brief look at some kitchen supplies. you walk backwards, closer to him, dropping the set of forks someplace on the shelf it doesn’t belong to.

“i thought we weren’t on talking terms?” you wiggle your brows at him, teasing as you pulls at his cheeks, chuckling.

atsumu can’t help but smile at the sound of your laughter, but at the same time, he’s provoked, and he’s been thinking about your post since you published it twenty four hours ago. very oddly of him because it shouldn’t be bothering him in the first place. but he didn’t think of the implications at all. he just wants to have a conversation with you.

atsumu interjects your laughter, a rather serious tone to his usually playful voice, “i’m being serious, yn.” he takes your hand off his cheek, but he doesn’t let it go, holding onto it tightly.

“okay, okay,” you roll your eyes at him, bemused that he ruined the moment. “what is it, tsumi?” you raise the question genuinely, a curious look stitched into your face while you ask once again, “what are you talking about?”

“your post from yesterday, yn.” he mentions, scrimmaging through your twitter account to find the particular post, then holds up his phone for you to take a look at.

it comes back to you in an instant. you didn’t think atsumu would even bother looking into the innuendo of your social media captions as much as he’s doing it right now. posting that didn’t feel like it would come with a string of consequences. really, it was just your thought in that moment, nothing more. nothing less. so now that your “boyfriend” is picking a conversation regarding the same, you can’t help but realise the nervousness pooling at the base of your belly. you pull your hand towards yourself, separating it from his hold, sliding it into the pocket of your hoodie.

“is this about me, yn?” he inquires, gulping air down his throat, looking at you in anticipation, possibly hoping it isn’t directed towards him.

you don’t understand what about this makes him so sad, because it’s definitely not the fact that he loves you, or that he’s scared that he might have messed things up. perhaps, it’s that he doesn’t want people on the internet to think foul stuff about him. then again, ironically enough, he has carved a dirty reputation for himself already.

“no, definitely not, tsumi.” you answer his doubt with denial, shaking your head away from his gaze, losing eye contact. you sigh, a false sense of relief settles within your veins as you think you’re desisting from an interrogation.

“it’s just a twitter post, tsumi, it isn’t about anyone.” you vow, adding substance to your argument as you proceed to take his hand into your own. you rub your thumb against his, looking up to meet his gaze, a small smile curving onto your lips in hopes of assuring him.

although there’s water lining the border of your eyes, and your voice is faltering as you speak, you still think you’re doing a good enough job putting on a convincing act. atsumu doesn’t buy that. he knows better.

you know your attempt to avoid a questionnaire has failed miserably when atsumu sighs, putting his phone into his pocket. he withdraws his hand, then crosses his arms, claiming, “i know that you’re lying to me, yn.”

“i can see through you.” he states, shrugging his shoulders, making it quite clear that your attempts to deny his averment were futile and will be the same, because simply put, you’re a bad liar.

“okay, no, wait.” you shake your head, breathing out from your mouth as you collect your thoughts and words, quoting, “one, i’m not lying.”

“two, do i have a tell or something like that when i lie?” you ask out of curiosity, and atsumu rolls his eyes because your question only serves to confirm his allegations. he sighs, putting his hands against the bar of the trolley, ready to slide it out of the section.

he takes your arm into his own, leading you ahead, walking to the end of the aisle full of kitchen supplies. he puts his hands on your shoulders, kneeling down a little to match your height, informing you, “you have quite a few tells, yn.”

“oh. i do?” you ask, chuffing, and atsumu nods. you bury your head into his shoulders, cheeks red in embarrassment, thoughts a mess following the interaction.

“you look nervous when you lie and it’s obvious.” he tells you, taking your head off his shoulder and flicks your forehead. you flinch, proceeding to do the same to him, but he stops you midway, grabbing hold of your hand as he pushes you against the shelf, leaning closer to you, “your cheeks and ears turn red too.” he tells you another thing as he lets go of your hand, widening the space between the two of you.

you take a deep breath, putting your hand against your chest when you feel your heartbeat shooting through the roof. you look around to see sign of no one around, squatting down in anxiety. atsumu grabs a bunch of tissue rolls and tosses them into the trolley he walked a few steps behind to take a hold of again.

“you also tend to avoid eye contact.” he turns around to catch you squatting against the same shelf he pushed you against, nervous face and sweaty palms grabbing onto the fabric of your hoodie, and head on your knees.

you haven’t moved a single inch since, your vulnerability shocking your own self, because you didn’t think atsumu of all people would’ve been able to read you so easily, and now that you know he was able to, you’re just embarrassed. feelings weren’t supposed to be involved, and those words of the pact were your own contribution. so this interaction you’re having with your “boyfriend” is certainly not the one you were ever supposed to in the first place.

damn you and your twitter access.

“did i do all of that now?” you ask, head still bent, rubbing your forehead, eyes stuck to the marble flooring of the store, while you’re still leaning against the same shelf, stoved with a ton of embarrassment.

atsumu walks up to you, dragging the trolley along. he takes your hand and pulls you to your feet, and starts walking ahead, saying, “we’re done in this area.” he drags you along.

“i think we got everything we needed.” he mentions, scanning all the products the two of you have put into the trolley so far, making sure nothing on the shopping list is missing.

he agrees with you, making you stop in your tracks, professing, “and yes, you did do all of that right now, so.”

you squat down in utter disappointment towards yourself, hands on the forehead, bellowing, as you feel atsumu lifting you up to your height again, “what the fuck is wrong with me?”

“nothing’s wrong, yn.” he tells you, moving a strand of your hair behind your ear as he leans closer to you, closing the distance, pressing his forehead against yours, asking you, “so we can confirm that you were lying?”

“i guess i was.” you mumble in an undertone, agreeing with him, and atsumu hums before he walks off to add something else to the trolley that he spotted on the shelf behind you.

“i thought love wasn’t going to be involved.” he points out, recalling your own words from weeks ago before you started this entire ordeal with atsumu. this makes you furthermore embarrassed, because you were so overconfident about it, that you overlooked your own weaknesses.

he tosses the set of coasters into the trolley from a distance, and you’re sure it’s bound to fall to the ground and break, but his apt aim proves you wrong and it lands right over the plastic packaging of the tissue rolls.

“you made it clear yourself.” he restates your own contributions, pointing a finger at you, as he walks closer, stressing on his speech, poking his finger against your head, “remember?” atsumu puts his arm over your shoulder, shaking your body, reminding you once again, “you said it yourself, yn, and now you’re deflecting.”

“i’m kind of disappointed.” he squawks at you, teasing, and you roll your eyes at him, pushing his arm aside as you claim ownership of the trolley and walk away from him, voice growing fainter by the second, “and love isn’t involved.”

“i’m only agreeing with you because you’re not ready to believe me when i say the post wasn’t about you.” you make another attempt to defend yourself, walking out of the section, and atsumu follows you, footsteps prominent as he calls out, “wait up, babe.”

you stop and turn around, sighing, “hurry up, tsumi.”

“we’re getting late.” you say as you look at the wristwatch to notice that you’re ten minutes away from the closing time but four sections off your shopping list.

“we can always come back later.” atsumu tells you, dabbing the wristwatch out of your field of vision as he pushes you aside to grab the trolley himself.

he puts one of his hand against your waist, pulling you ahead, gesturing, “let’s go now.”

“yeah.” you nod as you follow his lead to the billing counter.

.

“whatever you say, yn, you cannot convince me.” atsumu murmurs, hands occupied with shopping bags, “i know you’re lying.” he resumes the conversation you were hoping he would leave behind in the store itself.

“is there any way i can convince you that i’m not?” you sigh at him, crossing your arms, looking up in anticipation of a solution.

“no.” he declines in response, and you grunt, reciting a childish wailing voice that forces atsumu to drop the shopping bags and press the palm of his hand against your lips.

“shut up.” he orders, complaining, “you’re making weird noises.”

“people might hear you.” he warns, taking his hand off and you scrunch your face, pouting your lips, muttering, “yea, whatever.”

a moment of silence occupied by the two of you feeding your shopping bags onto the backseat of his suv, then your desperation gets best of you, and you end up confessing, “okay, i accept that i’m lying.”

“so what if i’m in love with you?” you raise your voice as you sigh, and atsumu can only sigh at your confession and your query because he can only feel pity towards you.

“is that a bad thing now?” you question him further and he nods, giving himself the benefit of doubt, but really, he knows that it’s no good.

“you know this will only end up hurting you. feelings or whatever you have for me.” atsumu testifies against himself in your favour, knowing himself all too well. but you still want to believe that he’s a good guy despite the thousand warnings you’ve been given by various people, even atsumu himself.

you disapprove, “i don’t think so.”

“you know what they say about me. i’m on streak to break hearts.” he reminds you of all the tabloids you’ve scanned through so far, none of which had anything pleasing to say about his love life. but you’re stubborn. you’re adamant. you’re in love. you trust him far too much.

“well, i’ve chosen not to believe in those articles.” you shrug, closing the door to the backseat of his car. “i want to believe that you’re a good guy.”

“it makes loving you easier.” you tell him, opening the door to the passenger seat. he holds it for you as you get inside.

before atsumu can take a seat, he looks up to the sky, wondering how you managed to stray off your pact in just a month. he trusted you and thought you wouldn’t end up falling for him. after all, you were in it to simply vex sakusa kiyoomi (a goal that was hardly achieved), and he wanted to have fun with you because you seemed like you would actually come out unscathed out of this relationship, and it would be the first one he wouldn’t be pronounced as the bad guy in. but perhaps he trusted you far too much, because clearly, you’ve messed it up for yourself already. and as much as atsumu doesn’t want to accept it, he knows it’s not his own reputation he’s worried about. it’s his concern regarding yours that puts him in a difficult situation.

being in the spotlight for years has made it clear to him that the media doesn’t prefer to treat anyone it has its eyes on with respect. whether you’re the wrong or the wronged, it only shames you for the clout. when it comes to dating scandals, it’s harsh for the one who hurt the other as well as the one who’s hurting. so he knows if he breaks your heart the way he has broken multiple hearts before, you’ll be dragged through the mud as well. not just him, and at the end of the day, you’re just common folk. you won’t be able to take it.

his previous flings were all famous people who knew the downside of being with him and being the center of attention while they were with him. you, however, are underestimating how low tabloids can stoop when they want to put that tea out there for the general public to gawk at and gossip about, and he regrets taking a chance with you. you’re good in bed and you’re good to him, but you’re also too naive for your own good. all that pleasure will never make up for all the guilt he’ll feel if things go south with you, and he hates to agree with himself, but they’re most likely to.

atsumu opens the door to take position in the driver’s seat next to you. he puts on his seat belt, keys the car, and the engine revs. before you can speak up, he puts his hand in the air, requesting, “not now, can we do this at your place?”

“please.”

“okay.” you agree, and he puts on some music before driving his car back to your place.

.

“if you choose not to believe what they say about me, you’ll only be inviting heartbreak for yourself.” atsumu remarks, handing you the set of spoons from the shopping bag.

you cut off the packaging and separate the spoons, placing them in the desired cabinet, suggesting, also concomitantly questioning him, “if i asked you not to break my heart, would you do it for me?”

atsumu is aware this conversation is pointless. if he tells you he can do that, he would be lying. the truth is, he wants to put in some effort and preserve your heart. the truth is, he doesn’t intend to hurt you at all. but he knows the kind of guy he is. before he knows it, he’ll be chasing after another trail, getting in somebody else’s pants. while the media is only out there looking for attention and clout, they also aren’t wrong when they report his notorious acts, because atsumu can attest for their credibility. he knows it’s all true.

“i can try.” he claims, and although he knows it’s more or less a lie, if it’s going to assure you, he might as well not mind telling one.

he passes the tissue rolls to you, warning, “but i know i’ll fail.”

“can you try harder ‘for me’ then?” you raise your brow, stressing on the mention of yourself, demanding his gaze to meet yours.

atsumu looks up from the shopping bags to find your looking at him with wishful eyes, and he decides to tell you another lie. maybe not a lie, but it isn’t the truth either. good that he manages to cover it up with a supporting sentence, “i can, but i don’t know if it will work out for us.”

“you know i’m notorious like that.” he pouts his lips and you nod in agreement.

you know atsumu miya isn’t the one to be trusted. you know that the media is right. whether you want to believe them or not, they’re right. you know that. you’ve been warned before. but despite all that, you think you can rely on atsumu because maybe, just maybe, he has a soft spot for you. and if he still breaks your heart, you hope he does it low key.

you were never in this for love after all. it was always about making sakusa kiyoomi jealous. you don’t know if you ever achieved that goal with all those posts you made. if sakusa even looked in your direction and felt jealousy tarnishing the surface and sub surface of his skin. you aren’t sure and you’ll never be, because you don’t think you’ll ever have the emotional strength to ask him about it or to observe him enough to know. with the massive grudge you’re sticking to, sakusa can hardly be classified as your client. to know him on a personal level again won’t be something you’ll walk after. what you do know is that you ended up falling for someone who’s bound to break your heart into pieces, and all those pieces will have to be picked up by you and your best friends.

“if you try, it won’t hurt me when you break my heart.” you say, shrugging at him, turning away to store the tissue rolls in the upper cabinet. atsumu notices you struggling to reach it, and before you can grab the stool to do so, he jumps up to his feet and does the job for you.

“thanks.” you mumble, and he hums, kissing you on the cheek before he returns to the shopping bags the two of you are busy clearing out at one in the morning.

“let you down slowly?” he expresses his doubt, unsure what you meant by that and you hum in agreement with him, testifying that is exactly what you told him a minute ago.

you take your steps towards him and sit right next to him, legs folded and hands cupping your chin. you tilt your head to look at him, requesting of him, “don’t cheat on me or something like that.”

“even if i end up with a broken heart, i want the world to think it was because we called this off mutually.” you recite your wish, and atsumu nods. he understands where you’re coming from. perhaps you aren’t as naive as he thought because your concern is exactly what his own is. except that you have chosen to trust him through the process and he doesn’t want you to place within him.

“okay, i can do that for you.” atsumu affirms, and he feels you leaving a soft peck on his cheek before you return to the cabinets. he smiles at you, a rather small one just enough to life the end of his lips by a millimeter or two.

“i love the attention i’m getting but i don’t want to get it for the wrong reason either.” you express.

“i know it can be bad sometimes.” you purse your lips, brushing the dust off the new pair of coffee mugs using a damp kitchen cloth.

“i can do that much for you, yn.” atsumu repeats and reassures you. you feel the fabric of his hoodie brush against your own. you turn to the side to find him standing right next to you, easing your workload as he picks up another pair of utensils and begins to wipe those.

“we’ve cleared all the shopping bags.” he tells you and you nod, gesturing that you caught the message coming from his end.

“i’m sorry.” you tell him, tip toeing to reach the upper cabinet.

atsumu aids you, dropping the kitchen cloth to support your waist while you put the mugs in their place, asking, “for what?”

“my feelings.” you get back on your soles, turning your neck backwards towards him.

“you don’t have to apologise for your feelings, yn.” he reasons with you, turning you around so that you would face him properly.

“i know i said no feelings but i ended up messing in the end.” you sigh, stepping in closer to hug him.

“yn, if anything, i should be the one apologising.” he claims, putting his arms around you, mentioning in your ears, “after all it’s me who doesn’t have any feelings for you.”

he doesn’t mean for it to scathe you. his intention is to speak the truth, but he says it so nonchalantly that you feel your heart flinching and scrunching inside it’s cage. it hurts, and if this does so much, the heartbreak he’ll reward you is bound to maim much worse. so you wonder why you’re standing in his embrace with your head buried in his neck, forehead feeling the edge of his clavicle. so you wonder why you’re choosing to stay with him instead of leaving him right now while you still have to chance to. so you wonder why you’re so stubborn to turn a blind eye to all those warnings given to you by your closest friends. the answer is simple. you’re in love.

“so why don’t you end this right now?” atsumu asks you, voice as faint as a whisper, a little nervous even, “while you still have a chance to. just let me go.”

you wonder if he doesn’t want to let go either. whether he has feelings or not, you wonder if you mean anything more to him than just another woman he introduced to his bed. you wonder if you’re something more substantial than just another stench of cheap perfume his sheets will remember for years. you wonder if you mean something much more than just another lady who left a spare toothbrush in his bathroom for the morning after.

“because i’m having fun.” you offer your reason, and as stupid as it sounds, it’s valid to you.

atsumu hugs you tighter, practically begging of you when he feels the burden of guilt weighing his spine down furthermore, with each passing second and every addition to this conversation, “whatever you say to me, please don’t say ‘i love you’. i don’t want you to.”

“i won’t.” you reassure him.

you unseal yourself from his embrace, placing your palm against his cheeks, saying, “i don’t want you to regret me.”

“i don’t want to regret you either.” he asserts, leaning in for a kiss. you push the utensils aside using your hands, a loud thud when a steel spatula hits the ground, and atsumu lifts you up to place you on the ceramic countertop.

“so don’t regret me, have fun.” you pant, vouching for air when atsumu goes in for another kiss, humming in the process, agreeing with your words.

he slides the hoodie off you with ease, tossing it to the ground, revealing your pink brasier. you struggle to get yourself off the kitchen counter, definitely not wanting to ruin your cooking area with your activities. but he makes it easy for you as well, lifting you off it, and he takes you to the living room, dropping you on the couch.

atsumu kisses you again, speaking in an undertone and with a muffled voice, “i hope i won’t regret you.”

“because i really don’t want to.” he looks you in the eye, taking a deep breath in before he leans to kiss you again. he feels your hands looking for the zip to his pants in order to take them off.

“yn, i think i want to just make out today.” he gabbles while his lips are still pressed against your own and you nod lightly in response, repositioning your hands to get the hoodie off him.

“mhm.” you murmur as you throw the hoodie to the ground, pulling him in closer, but the two of you end up tumbling down and land on the carpet. you can’t help but laugh at the accident, and he joins in too, before shifts to kiss you against the lips again.

“let’s not regret each other.” you nod as you lift his face off your own, pressing your hand against his cheek before you notice him desperately closing the space between the two of you.

“okay?” you ask him, gulping your saliva as you take his face off yours again, hands cupping his chin quite tightly this time around to restrain him.

“okay.” atsumu agrees and you let go, gripping his back instead, and he hunches forward and closer to kiss your neck this time around, taxing you to moan when the touch of his lips leaves a trail of tickling sensation behind in the folds of you skin.

↬ PART 31 : “married couple things”

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↬ A/N : they’re like rabbits, always making out and all that. it’s so funny to me for no reason at all. as the person who writes them, they’re just comedic to me. i guess the love language here is physical touch. please spare me if there are any errors in the text. i did not have the time to edit it. i’ll do it some other day. i just wanted to publish the next part, so i ended up writing this during my break in a hurry.

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[dojae-huh]

Hello! I just want to say reading your blog reignites my interest on this ship and reading your observations about them makes me think I've been missing quite a lot of their moments/interactions. I was a casual jaedo shipper back in 2017-2018. I knew doyoung and jaehyun since rookies days since I was a fan of suju and then exo. I was also well aware of them mc-ing together as it was happening back then (I saw people complained that sm is promoting the rookies too much). (1/4)

But I started stanning them full time only when doyoung was added in 127 for limitless comeback. As a new fan of doyoung, I just casually follow what seemed to be his most popular ship without much thinking. I just think jaedo looks good together. I also understand where the shipping comes from (them mc-ing together) so I was not reluctant to jump in. And then I sort of lost interest in nct circa 2019-2021. I didn't keep up with detailed updates, let alone any jaedo that happened. (2/4)

Only when the link+ happened I came back to the fandom with renewed feelings. Doyoung has alwasy been my bias, it never changed. The question for me was do I still ship jaedo or not. Last month when there were rumors of twitter closing down, I prepared to move to tumblr. That's when I stumbled over your blog. After reading/lurking here for weeks, you've totally changed my perspective on them. (3/4)

Personally, I participate in shipping because it's fun, I don't necessarily want to believe that they are real. But as I read more and more of your posts, I keep doubting myself that maybe.. maybe... I was wrong. Some of the proofs/observations you presented are just too hard to deny, and I'm losing my mind over it. Thank you for opening my eyes to all the things I've missed I guess. I hope you have a great day :) (4/4) ps. I don't know how to send a long ask so I hope this was correct.

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Hi-hi, thank you for writing, you gave an interesting new perspective.

I guess we need a different word for following/supporting a real celebrity couple, but there is none, plus the "ship" umbrella kind of helps to hide (to not attract too much unwanted attention), and there are elements of "normal shipping" in place as well.

I'm sure I'm read by people who do not believe me. And there are readers who noticed the couple themselves, made their own conclusions, and only found additional arguments here.

I get why JaeDo as a "classical" ship will not be as interesting nowadays in comparison to the earlier years. They do not interact much, there are less content for the two of them, there are other rival ships, and there are lesser people who write fanfics or do content. Not the "evidence" kind of content though. Compilations with moments of the year are continued to be made. I feel like fans are even more sure with each passing year. All the hiding only persuades in the positive, heh.

I don't know from which angle JaeDo are again interesting to you (the realness?), but I think at this point (considering they've been together for 4,5 years and "settled down") it's more about observing how the two grow as artists side by side, supporting each other. If I'm not mistaken, Doyoung didn't bubble anything on the day of Jae's incident with Puma's monkey bars. We can see the whole way from ShowChamp to the current dome tours and brand deals.

Heh. I'm reminded about the fanmeetings and fans hugging Jaehyun or Doyoung, and their reactions. Even today there are still new moments to be surprised with. The ship isn't dead.

[trinity-mia]

a story as endless as the ocean

the titan's curse

0.9 i destroy a national museum

warnings : monster fight, a mention of blood, i think some cursing (probably some cursing)

word count : 2.3k

0.9 I Help Destroy a National Museum This Time (Still a Felony) (Still Don't Do This, Kids)

I tore across the Mall, not daring to look behind me. I burst into the Air and Space Museum and raced through the admissions area.

The main part of the museum was one huge room with rockets and airplanes hanging from the ceiling. Three levels of balconies curled around, so you could look at the exhibits from all different heights. The place wasn't crowded, just a few families and a couple of tour groups of kids, probably doing one of those holiday school trips. I wanted to yell at them all to leave, but I figured that would only get me arrested or in the middle of a scandal and on the headlines of TMZ (and then, by default, trending on Twitter). I had to find Thalia and Grover and the Hunters. Any minute now, the Spartoi were going to invade the museum, and I didn't think they would settle for an audio tour.

I ran into Thalia— literally. I was barrelling up the ramp to the top-floor balcony and slammed into her, knocking her into an Apollo space capsule.

Grover yelped in surprise.

Before I could regain my balance, Zoe and Bianca had arrows notched, aimed at my chest. Their bows had just appeared out of nowhere.

When Zoe realized who I was, she reluctantly lowered her bow. "Why art thou running in such a manner?" she demanded. "Thy shall attract attention!"

"Annabeth," I said, trying to catch my breath. "I saw her. She's here."

The anger in Thalia's eyes at being knocked over immediately melted. She put her hand on her silver bracelet, glancing around anxiously. "Where?"

I told them what had happened at the Natural History Museum with Doctor Thorn, Annabeth, and the General.

"The General is here?" Zoe looked stunned. "That is impossible! You lie."

"Why would I lie? Look, there's no time to argue. Spartoi—"

"What?" Thalia demanded. "How many?"

"Twelve," I said. "And that's not all. That guy, the General, he said he was sending something, a 'playmate,' to distract you guys over here while they looked for me. Some sort of monster, but I don't know what."

Thalia and Grover exchanged looks.

"We found a trace of Artemis' trail while heading for the food court," Grover said. "And I can smell some powerful monster scent that I don't recognize... She must've stopped here looking for the mystery monster. But we haven't found anything yet."

"Zoe," Bianca's voice was nervous, "if it is the General—"

"It cannot be!" Zoe snapped. "Allie must have seen an Iris-message or some other kind of illusion."

"Illusions don't crack marble floors," I told her flatly. I wanted to fling my hands up in the air over how stupid we were being. The middle of a museum with lots of glass and mortals was a terrible place for a battle.

Zoe took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. I didn't know why she was taking it so personally, or how she knew the General, but I knew that now wasn't the time to ask. "If Allie is telling the truth about the skeleton warriors," she said, "we have no time to argue. They are the worst, the most horrible... We must leave now."

"Agreed," I nodded. "Let's go. We're in trouble if we end up fighting in here."

That was something that nobody could dispute. Temporarily setting aside our arguments, we began heading for the exit. We were too late.

As we reached the staircase, I heard a growl so loud that I almost thought one of the rocket engines was starting up.

Below us, a few adults screamed in terror. A little kid's voice screeched with delight: "Kitty!"

Something enormous bounded up the ramp. It was the size of a pick-up truck, with silver claws and golden glittering fur. I'd seen this monster twice before. Two years ago, Luke and I had glimpsed it briefly from a train. That time, we had managed to avoid being forced to confront the monster. A few years before that, I'd seen it while I was on the set of a movie, but it left me alone after it realized I was too protected. 

All in all, it was a little bigger than what the mortals were seeing, but go off, King, 'kitty' it is.

"The Nemean Lion," I whispered. "Don't move."

Its fangs gleamed like stainless steel.

"Separate on my mark," Zoe ordered, keeping her gaze fixed on the lion. "Try to keep it distracted."

"Until when?" Grover asked fearfully.

"Until I think of a way to kill it. Go!"

I uncovered Riptide (again not wanting to unnecessarily use Shaker in case we got too close to the mortals), which had appeared back on my neck sometime in the last five minutes, and rolled to the left. Arrows whistled past me, and Grover played a sharp tweet-tweet cadence on his reed pipes. I turned and saw Zoe and Bianca climbing the Apollo capsule. They were firing arrows, one after another, all shattering harmlessly against the lion's metallic fur. The lion swiped the capsule and tipped it on its side, spilling the Hunters off the back. Grover played a frantic, horrible tune, and the lion turned toward him, but Thalia stepped into its path, holding up Aegis, and the lion recoiled. "ROOOAAAR!"

"Hi-yah!" Thalia called. "Back!"

The lion growled and clawed at the air, but it retreated as if the shield were a blazing fire.

For a second, I thought Thalia had it under control. Then I saw the lion crouching, its leg muscles tensing. I'd seen enough catfights in the alleys during my years living in New York. This 'kitty' was about to pounce. 

"Hey!" I yelled. I don't know what I was thinking, but I charged the beast. I just wanted to get it away from my friends. I slashed with Riptide, a good strike to the flank that should've cut the monster into Friskies, but the blade just clanged against its fur in a burst of sparks.

The lion raked me with its claws, ripping off a chunk of my coat. I backed against the railing. It sprang at me, one thousand pounds of monster, and I had no choice but to turn and jump. 

I landed on the wing of an old-fashioned silver airplane, which pitched and almost spilled me to the floor, three stories below. This was one of those times I wish I'd brought a bow and some arrows with me. 

An arrow whizzed past my head. The lion jumped onto the aircraft, and the cords holding the plane began to groan.

The lion swiped at me, and I dropped down to hide behind the next exhibit, a weird-looking spacecraft with blades like a helicopter. I looked up and saw the lion roar— and inside its maw, a pink tongue and throat.

A weak point! I realized triumphantly.

"Aim for the mouth!" I bellowed to the others. "The mouth's vulnerable! Aim for the mouth!"

The monster lunged. An arrow zipped past it, missing completely, and I dropped from the spaceship onto the top of a floor exhibit, a huge model of the earth. I slid down Russia and dropped off the equator.

I prayed to the fates no one would recognize me.

The Nemean Lion growled and steadied itself on the spacecraft, but its weight was too much. One of the cords snapped. As the display swung down like a pendulum, the lion leaped off onto the model earth's North Pole.

"Grover!" I yelled. "Clear the area!"

Groups of kids were running around screaming. Grover tried to corral them away from the monster just as the other cord on the spaceship snapped and the exhibit crashed to the floor. Thalia dropped off the second-floor railing and landed across from me, on the other side of the globe. The lion regarded us both, trying to decide which of us to kill first.

Zoe and Bianca were above us, their bows held at the ready, but they kept having to move around to get a good angle.

"No clear shot!" Zoe yelled. "Get it to open its mouth more!"

The lion snarled from the top of the globe.

I looked around. Options. I needed options.

My eyes landed on the gift shop. I had a vague memory of one of my trips here. I'd begged my mom to get me some space food or some shit and subsequently regretted it. If they still sold that stuff...

"Thalia," I called to her, "keep it occupied."

She nodded grimly.

"Hi-yah!" She pointed her spear and a spidery arc of blue electricity shot out, zapping the lion in the tail.

"ROOOOOOOAR!" The lion turned and pounced. Thalia rolled out of its way, holding up Aegis to keep the monster at bay, and I ran for the gift shop.

"This is no time for souvenirs, Allie!" Thalia yelled.

I dashed into the shop, uncharacteristically clumsy as I knocked over rows of T-shirts, flew over tables full of glow-in-the-dark planets and space ooze, and just generally wrecked the place completely. The sales lady didn't protest. She was too busy cowering behind her cash register, shrieking into her phone about an escaped zoo lion eating the exhibits.

There! Oh, hell yeah! That had to be them. On the far wall were several dozen glittery silver packets. I scooped up every kind I could find and ran out of the shop with an armful clutched to my chest. I threw whatever money I had in my pocket to the lady.

Zoe and Bianca were still showering arrows on the monster, but it was no good. The lion seemed to know better than to open its mouth too much. It snapped at Thalia, slashing with its claws. It even kept its eyes narrowed to tiny slits.

Thalia jabbed at the monster and backed up. The lion pressed her.

"Allie," she yelled, "whatever you're going to do—"

The lion roared and swatted her like a cat toy, sending her flying into the side of a Titan rocket. Her head hit the metal and she slid to the floor, unmoving. Dread and fury filled me, and I dashed forward as fast as I could.

"Hey!" I bellowed at the lion. I was too far away to strike, so I took a risk: I hurled Riptide like a throwing knife. It bounced off the lion's side, but that was enough to get the monster's attention. It turned toward me and snarled.

There was only one way to get close enough. In a very Allie Jackson-like stunt, I charged straight at the monster, and as the lion leaped to intercept me, I chunked a space food pouch into its maw— a chunk of cellophane-wrapped, freeze-dried strawberry parfait.

The lion's eyes got wide and it gagged like a cat with a hairball.

"NOW!" I cried to the Hunters as I tossed more into its open mouth, widening the monster's maw. "Kill it now!"

The lion's eyes bugged. It opened its mouth wide and reared up on its back paws, trying to get away from me.

"Now!" I yelled again.

The Hunters didn't need any more encouragement. Immediately, arrows pierced the lion's maw— two, four, six. The lion thrashed wildly, turned, and fell backward. And then it was still.

Alarms wailed throughout the museum. People were flocking to the exits. Security guards were running around in a panic with no idea what was going on. I subconsciously moved my hair in front of my face.

Grover knelt at Thalia's side and helped her up. I sighed in relief because she seemed okay, just a little dazed. Zoe and Bianca dropped from the balcony and landed next to me.

Zoe eyed me cautiously. "That was... an interesting strategy," she told me. I wasn't sure if it was a sort of compliment, or if she was insulting me somehow.

I shrugged, deciding it didn't matter after all. "Hey, it worked."

She didn't argue.

The lion seemed to be melting, the way dead monsters do sometimes, until there was nothing left but its glittering fur coat, and even that seemed to be shrinking to the size of a normal lion's pelt.

"Take it," Zoe said to me. I raised my eyebrows in surprise.

"You killed it," I said.

She shook her head, almost smiling. "I think thy ice-cream sandwich did that. Fair is fair, Allie Jackson. Take the fur."

Not daring to speak and risk breaching the moment of comradery between us, I lifted the cape up. Considering it was made of solid gold, it was surprisingly light. The fur was smooth and soft. It didn't feel at all like something that could stop a blade, though I knew that it had been Heracles' main advantage, after his raw strength. As I watched, the pelt shifted and changed into a coat— a full-length golden-brown duster with the golden fur lining the inside.

"Hm. I've been meaning to get another one of these," I murmured. 

"We have to get out of here," Grover said. "The security guards won't stay confused for long. By the way, no one's gonna know you were here."

I noticed for the first time that the guards hadn't rushed forward to arrest us like they usually would do after an event like this. Instead, they were scrambling in all directions except ours, like they were madly searching for something. A few were running into the walls or each other.

"You did that?" I asked Grover.

He nodded, looking a little embarrassed. "A minor confusion song. I played some Barry Manilow. It works every time. But it'll only last a few seconds."

"The security guards are not our biggest worry," Zoe said, voice grim as she pointed. "Look."

Through the glass walls of the museum, I could see a group of men walking across the lawn. Gray men in gray camouflage outfits. They were too far away for us to see their eyes, but I could feel their gaze aimed straight at me.

"Go," I urged my companions. "They'll be hunting me. I'll distract them."

"Allie, no—" Thalia began.

"No," Zoe said at the same time. "We go together."

I stared at her in surprise. "But—"

"You are the leader of this quest," Zoe said grudgingly. "I do not like it, but there is no changing what the Fates have decreed. You are the quest leader. And we are not leaving anyone behind."

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[writteninscarlet]

hc + 🏠 for a home-themed headcanon && hc + 📱 for a media-themed headcanon

Thematic Headcanon Meme ;; accepting

home;; also answered here

"Home is where the heart is. That's what they say, right?" An amused smile played across her features. "I suppose that's right, because there's not been many buildings or places I'd call home but a lot of people that I consider my home."

"My current home is a little apartment in Lotkill, New York. It's by my shop. It's... pretty sparsely decorated. Turns out living above a shop I own has it's hazards, you know? No point decorating when it's likely to be destroyed." Of course, she had magic to 'fix' things, putting them back together, but it simply wasn't the same. She also spent only a short amount of time within her home these days - most time was at work, out on a job, or round someone elses' place. It was home, it just wasn't where she spent a lot of time. Was her heart there? "I enjoy Lotkill. It's a community. I'm near enough the city to be able to help, which is nice. But I also feel like my own person. It took me a while to settle in, but I know most of the local community now in Lotkill. I help out with fundraisers. Some of the local shops and I do trades. We help each other out - I feel welcome. So yes. I feel that Lotkill is home."

bonus;; there really have been very few places or buildings wanda would call home. growing up with romani adoptive parents, they were always on the move as a child. in total, any building she's lived in as an avenger (the tower, the mansion), the house she shared with vision, and where she is now are 'home'. she's had a few other apartments, nice places. good places. but there was no 'pang' or sadness in leaving them except perhaps a slight feeling of being sad to lose some sense of freedom having her own place. she enjoys living by herself because there is that freedom to do as she pleases; whether it's her own time schedule because she's often nocturnal, her own eating habits and relaxing habits, just all those bits and pieces. but she actually misses living with other people. she loved her home with vision, though she doesn't long for that back exactly. and she loved staying with the team even if there were arguments and it can be tough to be around so many people. she enjoyed the companionship. wanda won't easily give up having her own place, but she wouldn't mind having a room with the avengers again either.

media;;

"Darcy has set the store up with it's own instagram page. She wanted to do TikTok but decided against it." Wanda didn't really care either way. She understood the value of different advertising schemes, knowing the power that social media held. She wasn't against it. She just didn't feel it necessary. "She posts more than I do, though I've been in a few pictures."

"But personal social media? All the Avengers had to set up an 'official' account. Promote... I don't know, connectivity, make us easier to reach or seem more approachable? I hardly used it. Then we got hacked. It... uhm, it wasn't great." Probably some things said that no one should say, let alone heroes. She just messaged people she knew anyways these days, and magical means for some others. Plus she didn't have the time. It wasn't that Wanda was against social media. She watched things with Darcy now and again, and she could value staying connected. It really was the time more than anything else. "I do have my own instagram, but I can't remember when I last posted. And twitter, uh, X, too. But again, I haven't posted in ages. Sometimes I watch funny videos."

bonus;; wanda used to have a problem, sometimes still does, with people impersonating her on social media. it's one reason why she does have her own actual accounts. she doesn't always mind, if it's fun or isn't anything big - but she knows the power and sway heroes can have. some people follow the crowd. so she does make some posts now and then, or has it at least verified in some way so she can show that the fake accounts aren't hers. she really doesn't have anything against it, but she's more of a browser than posting things herself. she values her privacy, for one, but also has no idea what she would even post. do people want to see her doing yoga? spell practice? outfits? hairstyles? travel out to places? when she meets friends? she isn't so sure.

[gatekeeper-watchman]

Daily Devotionals for September 28

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Proverbs: God's Wisdom for Daily Living

Devotional Scripture:

Proverbs 25:15 (KJV): 15 By long forbearing is a prince persuaded, and a soft tongue breaketh the bone. Proverbs 25:15 (AMP): 15 By long forbearance and calmness of spirit a judge or ruler is persuaded, and soft speech breaks down the most bonelike resistance.

Thought for the Day

Much self-restraint and patience is needed to persuade a ruler or judge to change his mind, but it can be done if one is humble and soft-spoken in one's presentation. How we approach people, especially those in positions of authority, is very important. We must be wise if we want to be heard. If we become angry and cause a scene, we will simply be sent away without having made our point. Arrogant demands and accusations only put people on the defensive. When we would like to see things changed, we must speak with respect and calmness of spirit.

Proper preparation fosters calmness. The first step is to pray for wisdom in regard to the situation and person with whom we will be speaking. The next step is to think through how to logically present our case and support it with evidence rather than hearsay. Third, we should remember that speaking calmly with a pleasant manner, and using words that are not accusatory can gain us both an audience and a listening ear. Fourth, we should be prepared to practice forbearance: exercising self-control when provoked. We must hold back from expressing irritation when confronting those in authority on issues we would like to see changed. Even if they are incorrect or abusive towards us, God desires that we respect their office. Losing our tempers does not help others to see our viewpoint. It usually causes them to become angry and argumentative and to cling to their opinions more stubbornly. Finally, we should recognize that some issues simply will not be settled overnight. We must be prepared to present our case patiently and respectfully.

"A soft answer turneth away wrath: but grievous words stir up anger. The tongue of the wise useth knowledge aright: but the mouth of fools poureth out foolishness" (Proverbs 15:1-2).

Prayer Devotional for the Day

Dear heavenly Father, I thank you for Your Word and Your faithfulness to keep it. Lord, may I be one who keeps my word also. Father, I also ask You to help me guard what comes out of my mouth. May my words be gracious to others and also words of faith and kindness. Lord, when I am trying to convince someone about You or Your Word, may I be gracious about it, trusting You to break down any defensiveness that they may have. Give me love and patience while I am witnessing and sharing with others who do not know You. I ask this in the name of the Lord, Jesus Christ. Amen.

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[this-nightmare-doesnt-exist-yet]

I had another dream about acting as a character immersed in Minecraft.

So like Rat entered their house after a long day and found an entire large smp’s worth of players in their living room setting up for a wedding. I as the player was just as surprised given that the population of three just leaped to fifty something without warning. So before I could start freaking out I decided to use that energy to double down on playing Rat instead.

I pressed the talk and yelled into the implied microphone “Who the fuck are you people and what are you all doing in my fucking house!?” 

it was clear that we were on different voice channels. I kid you not, in the dream while seeing minecraft first person as Rat I opened the menu to correct the voice thing and said the line again.

So after talking it was uncovered that one of my friends had put my house on Air BnB without telling me. There was a whole phone argument in game about it.

So since both Rat and the party were unaware, an agreement was settled to continue the wedding but people had to help with some farming afterwards.

Then I left minecraft and apologized on twitter about a non-issue.

[sixseasonsofodestawithatardis]

Literally saw someone on Twitter call Maria unbearable this morning, and this, on top of my anger at Chrissie Jackson, has reignited the annoyance I felt towards Sja/dwtwt as I was writing those tags. Lmao! Anyway, sorry, OP, you're about to get 3 huge paragraphs about Maria Jackson + Rani Chandra being awesome and why Chrissie sucks! AKA stuff I couldn't elaborate on in the tags!

Maria is a brilliant character, and her arc for s1/2 is well-written. Maria is 13/14, going through her parent's divorce, settling into somewhere new, and struggling with a strained relationship with her mum!

She's the first member of the gang we meet and is our entryway into Sja; in a way, our care towards the rest of the show for the pilot relies on her and her narrative for the most part (Luke and SJ are still important). On top of that, she is the first person Luke meets and the first person she helps rescue alongside Sarah Jane. If it weren't for Maria, we wouldn't care for any of this as much, nor would Sarah Jane become a friendlier and warmer person ready to adopt Luke.

Ultimately, Maria becomes Sarah Jane's daughter figure, as does Sarah Jane become Maria's mother figure, and the attic becomes a safe space away from her Mum, like when she slams the attic door in Eye of the Gorgon. Hence why Sarah Jane and Luke take Maria moving to America so hard.

This is also why Rani feels very excluded in parts of season 3 and why we get the mad woman in the attic timeline: She can't get as close as Maria could to Sarah Jane or be included as well as she could at times.

In contrast, Rani has a typical family dynamic with a mum and dad, unlike the rest of the characters and is driven, with a lot of pressure to be ahead. She knows what she wants and will get there- but unlike the others, she's more trusting and less cynical. (Not sure if thats the right word- we're rolling with it!) , i.e. trusting Peter Dalton and the Blathereen. She's also the newest one of the group and so gels with Clyde more easily in that respect as you don't expect them two to be able to handle it ( technically, Maria can't either, but she's away from the narrative by this point)

Rani and Maria have huge shoes to fill in their introductions and narratives for different reasons. Maria + her actress is the first entryway into the narrative, and we have to enjoy her story and her dynamic on top of this being a pilot and eventually a first series... Its a lot and if this went wrong in any way we wouldn't of got to series 2 let alone five!

Rani's (well, Anjili) is now replacing a fan favourite character on top of establishing a whole new dynamic, and if this fails, again, no series 3 or Big Finish continuation.

Rani and Maria are well-written women who are important in different ways to the show, and comparing them and bringing either down feels wrong to me. Also, these are 13/14 y/o kids, and they aren't going to act rationally in some situations; sorry, this whole Twitter trend reeks of grown-ups trying to pull children down a peg and misogyny (maybe I'm being a bit harsh!). Anyway, put me in the writer's room! Rani and Maria need to maximise their joint slay!

Also, if any character deserves the hate Maria is getting, it is Chrissie because she may have taken out a Sontaran once, but my god, is she horrible! Not only does she come over unannounced, but she literally attempts to move in during an argument with Ivan taking over Alan and Maria's space, and then when Maria talks about Sarah Jane in that same episode, she goes off on one! It is NOT Sarah Jane's fault YOU have no relationship with your daughter anymore, Chrissie! Plus, whenever she does visit, it's only when she needs money or furniture or to rub the fact Alan's single in his face! Also, the time she spoke to Statue! Alan nicely for once- could you not have said that before the divorce?! Or thought about that before you went for the Salsa teacher?!

Okay I really don't get the evil Maria Jackson memes on twitter rn, because how anyone watching Maria in S1-2 of SJA and saying she's evil, even jokingly???

[mooningningg]

Hello! Can I request "Are you cold?" With ayato, diluc, and Childe? Only if you are ok with it

Are you cold?”ii.

—in which you refuse to sleep with them after a heated argument.

ayato, diluc, and childe, (f).

genres + warnings. angst to fluff! | none! |

notes i. I’m so busy these days, I have to go back and fourth with my wattpad series, twitter au and volleyball.

Ayato. “Is this really necessary?” He would ask you whilst watching each of your movements as you only continue to make your bed on the couch with ease, feeling like it was too much to be sleeping in a bed the same as him cause your head was still far from cooling down after a heated argument with him, “You’re gonna wake up with bad posture tomorrow trust me.”

“It is better than sleeping with you tonight.” You reply back to him, not flashing him one single glance and he sighs knowing how badly upset you were with him. He knows you were upset with one another but the fact you were going far enough as to sleep on the couch rather than beside him, tugs on a different kind of spot in his heart.

“I do not approve this, we will settle our problem in the morning. For now let us just sleep in peace.” He says and while he says those words he slowly makes his way towards you to kneel before you, he takes one of your hands in his, “Let’s go back to bed. My love, Please?”

You knew you couldn’t refuse him no matter how upset you were with him, you had a soft spot for one another and you can never say no to him.

Diluc. It was twenty minutes after you had dragged yourself out of the bed and onto the living room to sleep on the couch, finding it hard to peacefully fall asleep after the heated argument with your husband, you couldn’t take it off your mind that easily, it was one of the most heated quarrel you had with him for a while and it left a bitter taste on your tongue.

So when the red head woke up after feeling such unfamiliar coldness on your side of the bed he slightly panics but calms down almost instantly, he gathers himself and stands up from the bed.

He makes his half awake self to the entrance of the living room where he saw you sound asleep and immediately his heart began to sunk.

Did you find it uncomfortable when you were sleeping with him that you rather choose to sleep on this cold lonesome sorry excuse for a comfortable surface? 

“Oh darling...” he would mumble under his breath and now he feel himself fully awaken now, he slowly walks over to you. Careful to wake you up at all, he then slides both of his arms under your body to carry you bridal style as gentle as possible.

You reacted as per instinct, your hands clenched the fabric on his chest as you snuggled more onto it. The red head can’t help but to form a small smile on his face, he’ll apologize to you in the morning.

Childe.He rubs one of his eyes to also rub the sleep off of him as he brings a hand to switch the light on, wanting to see where you had gotten off to. His eyes instantly goes slightly wide after seeing you huddled up on the most uncomfortable couch you both had ever purchased, he doesn’t admit it, but he wishes he didn’t go to far earlier in the argument to result into something this bad.

With a sigh, he lazily walks up to you and gently crawls up to lay next to you, his head at the level of your chest and he leans his head against you. His arms snaking their way around your waist to pull you more closely to him.

He knows despite the argument earlier, he still isn’t comfortable of sleeping alone knowing you were available, and he is willing to fix whatever it was just to have you back in his arms, or him back in your arms.

notes ii. I closed my request for now cause I’m going to try and do the ones that are pending at the moment, so I’ll be opening them soon!

[scaralvr]

02. dm me on twitter! chapter two to the secrecy of our confessions [masterlist]

synopsis: while taking a glimpse into scaramouche's family life, (y/n) reflects on the 'post' and what could become of it. shortly after, fischl helps her brother find (y/n)'s private twitter account to add.

"how was school?" ei asked, tapping her dark violet nails on the driver's wheel as she waited for all three of her kids to settle into the car. "don't even ask." scaramouche threatened, slamming the door as he sat next to fischl, who purposely sat in the middle to avoid the twins from fighting, but that would never stop them. mona touched up on her lipgloss and puckered her lips, "we met kunikuzushi's crush today." fischl cowered as scaramouche shouted, "DID NOT!"

ei quietly hummed while steering the wheel, "good for you, kuni. i'm surprised you can even express affection." scaramouche furiously blushed a crimson red, "MOM!" mona snorted, "archons, you're pathetic. it seemed like they didn't even know who you are." fischl sunk deeper into her seat when scaramouche shot back, "I'M GOING TO BREAK YOUR FUCKING CRYSTAL BALL WHEN WE GET HOME!"

ei dully said, "language." mona gasped, instantly closing her compact mirror to glare at him, "you wouldn't." scaramouche grinned with wide eyes, "oh, i would." as soon as ei pulled into the driveway, scaramouche kicked the door open, running into the house. mona ran after him, "KUNIKUZUSHI, YOU ASSHOLE!" fischl helped ei carry their school-bags as a way to avoid getting caught up in her siblings' argument.

"mother, may i get a raise in my allowance? i believe i've been tending to kunikuzushi and mona's chores as of late." fischl commented as they walked to the house. ei sighed, "sure, sweetheart."

mona gaped as she halted at the door of the room she shared with her two siblings. scaramouche stood in the middle, holding the crystal ball. "kunikuzushi. give it to me." she demanded, sweat collecting on her forehead. scaramouche tossed it from hand to hand, "hmm, dunno if i feel like it." at one point, he even threw it in the air and caught it, causing mona to step forward out of instinct.

"one." she warned with the basic counting. scaramouche took out his phone, mindlessly scrolling to tick her off. oh, a twitter thread, is it? and from his favourite band, too. scaramouche whistled, checking the app. "two." mona clenched her jaw. his brows raised when he saw the original post itself. you have a crush that has two pretty sisters? YOU HAVE A CRUSH THAT HAS TWO PRETTY SISTERS?

"THREE! OH, KUNIKUZUSHI YOU PRETENTIOUS BASTARD!"

"mona," fischl stopped in her tracks upon seeing her siblings quite literally beating the shit out of the other. "mother ordered for you to-" they yelled, "GET OUT, FISCHL!" and resumed to their bickering.

"(y/n), why aren't you eating your dinner?"

your mother questioned, gesturing to your plate with her fork. you sheepishly giggled, "i'm not that hungry. may i be excused?" your father looked up from his plate, "go on." you quickly thank them and run up the stairs to your room. you're so fucked. what were you thinking, posting something like that?

you degraded yourself as you threw yourself onto your bed. there's no way you could delete it now. if he's seen it, it'll be even more obvious. little did you know that scaramouche may have gotten the wrong idea. "fischl, what do you think?" he interrogated his younger sister, who was feeding their pet bird, oz.

fischl was wearing her comfy fnaf pjs and her fluffy slippers for bed tonight, while scaramouche was wearing a loose t-shirt and pajama pants. "brother, why must you bombard me with such inquiries?" she asked back, letting oz perch on top of her hand. scaramouche groaned, "because i'm dying to know if they really have a crush. do you know anyone with two pretty sisters?"

she looked up in thought as she sat on her bed that was across from his. "no." fischl replied with a careless shrug, causing scaramouche to groan again. mona exited their bathroom wearing a large nightgown she inherited from ei. "mom's girlfriend is almost here. how long do you think she'll last?" mona questioned, doing her hair into a loose bun. "one week, two if she has some fucking backbone for once." scaramouche said without hesitance.

fischl excitedly raised her hand, "three days!" the twins looked at her with a sort of disgust. fischl huffed, "what?" mona sighed, "fischl, honey, three days would mean they're a one-night stand kind of thing." fischl opened her mouth to reply back, but at the sound of a car pulling into the driveway, the three instantly raced to the window.

"goodness, i can smell her pungent chanel perfume from here!" fischl coughed, pinching her nose. scaramouche gagged, "you're right." mona, in the meanwhile, looked like she just saw a super model. "this is so promising!" she squealed, clapping her hands, "look at her pink hair, her gucci bag, her dark red bodycon dress!" the woman from below walked to the front of the house, where they couldn't see her any longer.

scaramouche grumbled, "oh, shut up for once." mona rolled her eyes.

"it's not funny!" you whined into your pillow as you facetimed hu tao, yoimiya, yun jin and ayaka. but hu tao and yoimiya just couldn't stop laughing. ayaka sighed, putting down her cup of oolong tea, "don't fret, (y/n). they're just being... them. but either way, you shouldn't let it get to you." yun jin nodded, "i bet there's a bunch of other students that have two sisters, right?"

you lifted your face from the pillow. at that, you felt a little bit better. "that's true." you smiled like an idiot, "yeah... that's true." hu tao teased, "are you thinking of him, again?" yoimiya sighed, holding her stomach that was hurting from laughing too much, "archons, i think- i think i need new lungs." you jokingly huffed, "good. that's what you get for laughing at me in a crisis."

yoimiya cried, "nooo, i was joking, i swear!" you laughed, "don't worry, 'miya-" you tilted your head, noticing something. "hu tao, what's that behind you?" hu tao looked behind herself and immediately screamed, falling off of her bed, causing her camera to shake. "XIAO! YOU COULD'VE SAID SOMETHING INSTEAD OF STANDING THERE LIKE A WEIRDO!"

the three of you kept laughing at hu tao telling off her older brother. "damn, i was just going to tell you that zhongli said to end the call since it's a school night." xiao muttered, shaking his head as he shut the door behind him. hu tao got up onto her bed, "ugh, well, you heard him. i'll see you guys tomorrow!"

"bye, hu tao!"

"deez fat nuts."

"i banged your dad."

"see you tomorrow, hu tao!"

hu tao raised a brow, "you what my dad?" and you quickly removed her from the call. "is it nine already?" you murmured, frowning as you looked over at the clock on your table. "i'd better go, too. my parents will kill me for staying up past nine on a weekday." you solemnly said. yoimiya waved, "no worries, we'll see you at band practice tomorrow!" ayaka nodded with a soft smile, "goodnight, (y/n)." yun jin smiled, "sweet dreams, hope your blisters get better soon."

you grin and greet them goodbye, closing your laptop and placing it on the drawer. you sighed, collapsing into your bed with a heavy force while pulling the quilt over yourself. you closed your eyes, ready to drift off to some dream celestia has prepared for you. when suddenly, your eyes fluttered open at the vibration of your phone.

you sat up and retrieved it from the drawer. someone wants to follow my private twitter account? you raised a brow. how did they find it? you view their profile and nearly let out a scream. three words. student council president. you couldn't control the smile curling at your lips. but, wait. your posts. your hundreds of posts that consist of either flat-out rants about school or stupid questions.

you smacked a palm to your beet red face. way to seem like a cool drummer. you had no time to delete all that, anyways. so without making him wait another second, you accepted his request. you're just glad you never posted selfies of yourself.

fischl perked up, "ouu, so it seems they've accepted your request, brother." scaramouche was by her side within a milisecond, "THEY DID?" fischl nodded her head up and down. mona flipped a page in her magazine and continued to paint her nails. "now, wait a second," fischl spun around in the swivel chair to face him.

"are you ready to brave the horrors of direct messaging the person whom you admire?"

"no."

"excellent."

mona lazily clapped her hands as to not mess up the wet polish, "good for you, kuni. let's see if you get your very first brutal rejection." scaramouche threw her a dirty look and she shrugged, smirking, "just saying." he put a hand on fischl's head, "thanks for finding the account, anyways." she looked up at him, "okay. where's my payment?" scaramouche dropped a plastic cup in her lap. filled to the brim with crushed chocolate and m&m's, behold gummy worms of a many variety of colours.

fischl cheered, "YAY, THANKS, KUNI!" she happily ran over to sit on her bed, digging into the dessert. mona gritted her teeth, "a stunt like that won't make you fischl's favourite." scaramouche slyly laughed, "who said that was my intent?" he sat down in the swivel chair and spun around once, for fun, and twice, to flip off mona.

before they could get at each other's necks, ei knocked at the door and entered. "me and yae are going to the restaurant now. head to sleep, i'll be back around eleven." she said, smiling as she stepped over to plant a kiss on fischl's nose, mona's cheek, and scaramouche's forehead.

"farewell, mother! i wish you the best!" fischl exclaimed. "have fun, mom." mona added with a smile. "bye, mom. don't do anything stupid." scaramouche said, rolling his eyes. ei chuckled, "of course not, kunikuzushi. i love you all, goodnight." as soon as she closed the door, fischl ran back to where scaramouche was sitting.

"did they say anything?" fischl asked, nearly jumping with excitement. scaramouche deadpanned, "i haven't texted them yet. what do i even say?" mona jokingly suggested, "i like your ass." scaramouche turned around to look at her, scrolling on her phone doing whatever, "very funny. i bet you're texting that vocalist from (y/n)'s group."

mona's jaw dropped as she kept her phone against her chest, "have you been going through my dms again?" scaramouche shrugged with a smirk, "maybe."

© scaralvr.

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