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daylilifiedsundrewdrops · 1 month ago

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Tape Recording #1.

[ CLICK ] Hm... Ah, I didn't know tape recorders were this big... What was that thing they used to say? Testing, testing. 1, 2, 76... ... Good enough! Soo... I should introduce myself, shouldn't I?

[They clear their throat.] So, uh, Hi there, Mr. Tape Recorder! I'm Maricel Mylene V. Rosarinde. Or just Maricel. That should work too. The 'V' stands for Vallenza, in-case you were wondering. I'm a student at Avidenia Willow Institute. Grade-6 specifically. I've always seen my classmates have these like... personal diaries. But! I thought it was way cooler to have an audio diary. Like a podcast or something! Though, I've never actually listened to one, hm.... Anyway, since Tape Recordings can't consent, Let me tell you aaaaa---lllllll about my day and about events at scho- Oh- Shi- [Silence for a couple minutes... Now, it sounds like someone stood up and is now hitting their head onto a pillow.] [Never-mind, they're back on the chair.] ...Haha, sorry, Mr. Tape Recorder. Had a headache for a moment there. Anyway, as I was saying, All about my day and about events at my school. So, to start off! I was late to school today. Again. For the third time this week. But no worries, the teachers could really uh... care less this time around. So, all I got was a slap to the arm and I was good to go. Speaking of being late! I also conveniently forgot one of my journals I used for creative writing while I was rushing for class which suuuccckssss... but it's fine. Whatever. Anyways, so school itself was mostly uneventful. Except for during recess when Nathaniel accidentally spilled juice on Angel's uniform! It was actually funny how Angel got so mad at him. She had to change into the P.E uniform because of it. Luckily, she packed an extra grooming kit in her classroom. She unfortunately could not save her uniform from getting stains, however. [They're laughing through their words.] Anyway, sorry, sorry. So, on another note, the Book Club has organized this year's new readathon for those who wanted to sign up! Guess their campaign's succeeded cause nearly everyone in the school joined. Including me, of course. It started today, and oh-ho, I think all the books in the school library has been hoarded completely. I went there and it was absolutely deserted. Mr. Lauriette was still hangin' by his desk like he always did though. I read only one book today, '' The Second World '' by Sarah Eviernes. Club Leader, Carmelita, announced that the 3 winners of the readathon will have 3 unique, mystery prizes given to them. Neat! I hope it's going to be good like a cat or something. Aside from that, I heard there's a local art contest about to be opened near the school. And I am SO signing up for it once the organizers start looking into our school for volunteers. The theme this time is something 'Magical' and I'm sure I'll ace it completely! I mean, there's like a 5% chance of me actually winning but, ya' know, it's worth a shot just for that small, small chance that I would win! Plus, the prize is a sweet 5,000 PHP, and I want that money. Plus, runner-ups get 700 and people who participated but didn't win still get 100. So, the money's worth it. Now, on another, more... negative note. Another 5 students were reported missing. 2 From our school and 3 from Wilvewood High. It's strange, though. Luis and Andrea were there. They were always cautious and... y'know, stuff like that. So, I don't think they could've gotten kidnapped unless.... Hmmm. Anyway, this is getting waayyyyyyyy too not-so-positive for me! [Sounds of someone wrongly imitating a cough-sound.] Cough, cough... anyways. Let's end the tape recorder off with after-school. I walked home because my parents didn't wanna come get me and it wasn't that far. So, my mom was home early. Guess what! She uh.. cooked dinner for us. Sinigang. But no rice. It tasted salty without the rice, I didn't like it. Though, afterwards, I managed to sneak in my phone up here in my bedroom and of course, this tape-recorder! Which I am currently using right now to record... you know! [Silence.] Gee, I'm- Ow- going to end this off here, I'm having another headache, see ya tomorrow, Mr. Tape Recorder! End recordi- Damnit this is- killing my head- [CLICK]

#This was NOT Beta-read.#Tape-Recordings...#Writing thingie

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rockybloo · 2 years ago

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As a prompt Monster/Kaiju bitter dressed as Bowser in the wedding suit, a sweetheart as Peach

sweetheart and bitterbat go roller skating of course in disguise. I definitely recommend listening/watching to Left to Right by Marteen!! Definitely reminds me of BB trying to impress sweetheart in the ring

I def vibe with Sweetheart and Bitterbat roller skating but my drawing juice is low atm so I wrote up a fic instead

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Amara sat on a cushioned bench, her fingers dancing along her skate's laces as she tied the strings. She made sure to double knot her loops for extra security as she gave a strong tug.

Sitting up, she kicked her legs ever so gently as a wobble test. Satisfied by how secure her footwear remained, she popped right up, making sure to grab one of the guard rails next to the rink.

"Alrighty Ace, I'm ready to go!" She turned her attention to her boyfriend who was currently leaning against the short wall of the rink. Due to his height, he practically loomed over her, though it was less intimidating with the lack of his monstrous features. His trademark bat wings were currently absent, replaced with pierced human ears. And his spikey purple and blue hair had a softer darker look to it.

The only thing that truly stood out were his bright golden eyes that glowed in the dim lights of the rink. Bitterbat wore just enough of a disguise to avoid bringing too much negative attention. However, he did garner the occasional stare.

Moreso for his fashion choices. Specifically his decision to make 99% of his outfits comprised of his girlfriend's wardrobe.

Thankfully, Amara had managed to talk him into wearing one of her larger shirts while preparing for their date. Sadly, large for her was barely a medium for him. The cute puppy face on the front was stretched and a portion of his midriff was revealed.

"Ace?"

Bitterbat seemed to be lost in his thoughts as he looked Sweetheart over, admiring how she just existed. Amara was very used to this trance of his and called again, this time in a harsh whisper.

"Batty!"

His response was almost immediately, snapping back to attention at his nickname. His human name wasn't said too often, just enough to know that when it was said, it was in reference to him. But unless he was already present in the conversation, it never truly worked out as an attention grabber.

"Hm~? Oh! Sorry Sweet Pea," Bitterbat straightened up as Amara rolled closer to him. "You just look reeaally cute in this lighting."

Amara raised a brow, an amused smile on her face. "The lighting of old flickering fluorescent lights from the 80s?"

"Yeah~" Bitterbat responded in a dreamlike tone. His girlfriend merely rolled her eyes at how lovestruck he could be. It was only when he took the hand she had held out to him that he noticed how warm she was. A sign she was flustered even if she was hiding it.

"Mind pulling me out to the rink?"

A wide smile came to Bitterbat's face. An inhuman one that stretched ear-to-ear and revealed his fangs. Another feature of his that he often didn't bother to hide while human.

"Anything for my Queen!" Bitterbat happily proclaimed as he gently pulled up around the wall, swinging her into the rink and into his arms. His blurt had caused a couple glances from the other roller rink patrons and Amara could feel her skin heat up more in his embrace. She was used to Bitterbat's favorite name for her causing some eye rolls but she knew it was much more than just a name. And that he wasn't simply calling her "Queen" to be, as Val loved to call him, a simp.

And as embarrassing as it was to have it said so loudly, so publicly, she couldn't help but find it utterly adorable. There was the creeping desire to give him a kiss right then and there but Amara shoved the urge down and breathed steady.

"Thank you..." She pulled back some, her hands slipping into Bitterbat's to hold her steady as she put a bit more space between them for the sake of some of the children skating on by.

Eventually, she let him go as she looked around the rink to keep track of which areas were the most congested and where there were less people. The rink was noticeably large, almost overwhelmingly so. It was smack dab in the middle of the capital of the state and one of the city's busiest tourist districts so of course it was designed to be eye catching.

On the outskirts of the rink, there was some light but closer to the middle, it was nearly completely lights out save for the neon and strobe lights and the stage outlined with foam to cushion the occasional run in. Smack dab in the middle were speakers blasting some old hits.

Bitterbat watched, his eyes locked on her face, a smile stuck on his own. He was used to this habit Amara had where she would always do a scan of the area before proceeding to do anything. He figured it was a reflex she had developed over the course of being a hero. A subconscious need to have a head count in case something ever happened.

After seemingly being satisfied with her findings, Amara turned her attention back to her boyfriend.

"Alrighty, lets roll...my King." She winked as she took off.

Bitterbat's eyes widened as his face turned a deep shade of pink. Having not reached too fast a pace yet, Amara could still safely steal a glance over her shoulder to witness the rest of her boyfriend's reaction.

And she looked back right in time to see his ears had poofed, his bat wings returning to their rightful place.

Quickly, Bitterbat clasped his hands on both sides of his head to hide his ears. Thankfully, the constant movement of the rink and the flickering of the lights were enough to keep people distracted, or at least blame whatever they did see on a trick of the lights.

Amara was still surprised at such an extreme reaction, struggling to stifle a giggle as she covered her mouth. Upon gathering himself, Bitterbat's golden eyes locked on target, narrowing as he made eye contact.

A random roller rink goer passed across Amara's vision and within the mere seconds Bitterbat was obscured from her view, he had seemingly vanished.

The smile on her face faltered into a wobbly nervous grin as a shudder ran down her spine. She knew that look he shot her before he disappeared.

It wasn't a look of anger.

It was a look of "I'm going to get you".

Within seconds, their position had switched from king and queen to predator and prey.

There was some safety in the fact they were in public as it meant Bitterbat couldn't do anything extreme like he could at home. But this was also Bitterbat.

He was known for being unpredictable.

Especially with her.

Gulping, Amara turned on her heel and sped up to better match the current of the rink. She never felt fear for Bitterbat, it was quite the opposite. But there was a sort of tension in the air and excitement in her veins of locking eyes with the King of Monsters and knowing he was coming for you.

She looked around, trying to catch a glimpse of where her king had gone. There was a child holding on to their dad, a quartet of teens with their arms chain link together as they skated, an old grandpa who was really feelin the vibes, but no Batty to be seen.

Her eyes skipped over a couple of couples also in the rink. She couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. It was small but she wanted to be holding hands and laughing with her own partner. Or spinning around and singing to Whitney Houston over the radio like the two young skaters a couple feet away from her. A thought that was immediately scrapped from her mind as she saw them miss a beat and topple over each other, wiping out on the polished floor. A couple "Ooos" and "Ouches" echoed among the other skaters.

"I want somebody to dance with me but not like that." She winced and hissed in sympathetic pain as she turned her gaze away from the scene.

"That's my queue then!"

Amara immediately turned her head forward towards the voice and got a face full of puppy. And puppies. All she managed out was a squeak as she peeked out from Bitterbat's chest to see his wide grinning expression. Due to the darkness of the inner rink, his golden eyes stood out in the darkness. The shifting neon lights helped to blend in the feature.

He was snickering, obviously proud of catching her off guard. She had panicked, worry on her face as her mind flashed back to the fallen pair. She was concerned about sharing the same fate, only for Bitterbat to let her go, opting to skate backwards to face her.

"As much as I'd like to cuddle on the rink, I'd like to avoid us being the second couple they gotta scrape off the floor." He stuck out a purple and forked tongue at Amara who merely looked bewildered at his sudden appearance.

"W-where did you--"

"I was here, I was just outta sight 'til I was ready to pounce~" Bitterbat raised a hand, curling his fingers to mimic claws. Though, it wasn't necessary as he already had his out. A little boy near them seemed entranced with the razor points. A "WHOA-" escaping him as they skated by.

"Alright well, no pouncing in public. We're on a date. And that means," Amara reached out, grabbing Bitterbat's hand. His claws retracted and his mischievous demeanor melted into a look closer resembling a curious kitten. "No more disappearing acts."

A look of guilt immediately came to Bitterbat's face and he quickly locked fingers with Amara, his grip tightening like she'd go poof herself as payback. His eyes got big and shiny, like he was on the verge of bursting into tears.

"Ah, I'm sorry Sweetie Pie! I'll stick right by you!" Now Amara felt guilty. She didn't mean to come off so harsh to him and she had started to open her mouth to correct herself when Bitterbat had suddenly moved again.

He had released her hand, only to grab it at a different angle with his other hand as he twisted to skate next to her, facing forward now. It didn't take much for him to pull her in, her body pressing against his side and he purred. The stage and speakers in the ceiling dulled the sound but she could feel the strong vibrations of his body rocking through hers.

"So good luck running away from me now~"

She knew if it weren't for the constant momentum and the clunkiness of the skates in close proximity, he'd be nuzzling his head against hers. But alas, as she caught a glimpse of the catastrophic couple from earlier limping away from the rink, they both figured this was as safe of intimacy they could get.

Amara just chuckled.

After a few laps around the rink, Amara noticed some people rolling patterns as they went. Most settled for a casual sway from side to side. Bitterbat also noticed, motioning their bodies in a similar fashion.

It was small motion at first, making sure their bodies were synced before they began to swivel like a two-segmented snake, gaining a quick yet still safe speed.

The sudden rush along with the sensation of having Bitterbat tugging her along sent a wave of butterflies through Amara, sending her into a fit of giggles. The sound was music to Bitterbat's ears as his smile widened.

Navigating around the slower skaters, the couple swayed and swerved, lost in the euphoria of the music and each other. Bitterbat made sure to avoid sending them crashing into anyone. For a while, they felt less like they were skating on a packed roller rink in the middle of Decking and more like they were gliding in the air with the sky to themselves.

They've done such a thing numerous times before, and the feeling was both different yet similar. The woosh of the air, the sensation of their fingers locked together, Amara's bright pink glowing eyes looking back up at him.

Bitterbat's eyes widened.

Amara's deep brown hues were pink and her pupils were white, heart-shaped, and glowing. And it was certainly more intense than his own orbs.

Not wanting to disrupt her daze, Bitterbat moved fast to redirect them to a nearby outside wall where he positioned himself in front of her. His larger statue helped to hide her from the view of other skaters but the position made it seem less like protection and more like seduction.

The halt in movement seemed to bring Amara back to the present and she looked up at Bitterbat who was busy scanning her face over.

Amara had her location scanning, Bitterbat had his Sweetheart scanning.

And it seemed like she had passed as he let out a sigh of relief and a laugh.

"You went pink."

Amara's eyes widened and she groaned. Bitterbat's laughter only continued. It wasn't harsh and was rather light, a sign he found her reaction cute.

"Agh, dammit this always happens!" Amara rubbed at her eyes as though to scrub the Beloved hue away from them. It never worked and was just a force of habit that did nothing but make her sore and Bitterbat gently grabbed her wrists. He shook his head as he lowered himself a bit to her eye level, closing some of the distance between them.

Amara raised a brow. She knew pink and dark brown were very easy colors to differentiate and Bitterbat had better eyesight than her. There wasn't a need for him to be right up in her face.

But the second she opened her mouth to ask what he was up to, her lips were covered by his own and a muffled squeak was all she could muster.

It was a quick kiss but just enough that she felt something dart past her lips and run over her tongue and bail out of her mouth.

And when Bitterbat pulled away, Amara could see the forked culprit as it returned to his mouth. A smug grin sat on Bitterbat's face as he ate up her reaction.

"All clear!"

"I swear to god, you are a menace-" Amara did her best to sound mad but she couldn't hold in her laughter.

"Hey, you're the one who's in charge of kicking my ass when I am one." Bitterbat winked at her as he straightened back up, his gaze refocusing on her mouth. The smile on his face twitched.

Amara only rolled her eyes as she moved away from the wall with full intentions of rejoining the rink. "Whatever, Batty. I'll kick your ass later on tonight--" Her movement was halted by Bitterbat grabbing her hand.

"Actually, you might wanna go to the bathroom first or you're gonna be kicking my ass a lot sooner than you planned." The corners of Bitterbat's mouth wobbled and Amara squinted in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

"Lipstick." Was the Monstrum's quick response. It was obvious he was trying to stifle a laugh.

"Wha-Batty I'm not wearing lipstick." The Beloved's confusion only grew.

"Well you certainly are now!" Bitterbat broke into a fit of giggles. Amara's mouth turned into a solid straight line as her brain cells finally processed Bitterbat's warning.

She rarely wore lipstick but Bitterbat constantly did.

Specifically the kind that left purple prints all over whatever his lips were just on.

And he just kissed her.

Amara simply tightened the grip on his hand, the same he had just grabbed her with, as she redirected herself from the rink towards the bathroom. She shook her head, unable to hide the smile on her face from just how ridiculous a situation this was.

"Oh yeah, I'm definitely getting your ass later on tonight." Amara had been referring to her job as a Hero and he as a Villain.

But due to the vagueness of her statement, Bitterbat seemed to perk up at what was a halfhearted threat. "Well, don't forget you gotta kick it first~"

Amara could only cover her face with her freehand as she tried to hide the pink glow of her eyes again.

#ask #ask: glitter and guilt #ask: licorice #sweetheart #bitterbat #writing #cookiethedoge #licorice #glitter and guilt #ask: sweetheart #ask: bitterbat

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resclves · 2 years ago

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( ni ni, 33, cis woman, she / her ) it looks like LIÁN CELTIGAR, the LADY of DRAGONSTONE is prepared to play the game of thrones. you know, their POISED & STRATEGIC side might help them along the way, but their IMPERIOUS & POSSESSIVE qualities won’t do them any favours. a little bird told me that they’re currently FOR the tyrell rule and that their loyalties lie with HOUSE CELTIGAR. hm, interesting. that same little birdy also told tales of the twang of a guzheng breaking the stillness of night, sharp eyes and a sharper mind, a soft click as each go piece is deliberately laid on the board. will they win, or will they die?

THE BASICS

NAME： lián celtigar． PRONUNCIATION： lee-ahn kell-tee-gar．TITLES： lady of dragonstone, heir presumptive to the ashlands． AGE： thirty three． BORN： in 367 ac, at dragonstone． GENDER： cis female． PRONOUNS： she / her． SEXUALITY： heterosexual, demiromantic． LANGUAGES： common, high valyrian, yi ti-ish． RELIGION： the faith of the seven ( nominally, non practicing )． ALIGNMENT： lawful evil． POSITIVES： poised, strategic, disciplined, charismatic, dutiful． NEGATIVES： imperious, possessive, critical, manipulative, strict．

CONNECTION IDEAS NEGATIVE： ‘who is this upstart lady from a minor house that bribed the tyrells into letting them rule the former crownlands?’ NEUTRAL： banners sworn to dragonstone， westerosi suppliers / buyers who she has negotiated contracts with on behalf of the merchant branch of celtigars in yi ti， fellow members of great houses． POSITIVE： friends， allies， polite acquaintances．

THE BACKGROUND

lián was born to a house finally achieving the heights they had always striven towards; after centuries of being second class ( from their time as merchants in old valyria, to expatriates making a new home in yi ti, to lords of a nearly insignificant isle in westeros ) her grandfather had elevated them to a great house, rulers of the newly dubbed ashlands. her father had consolidated that power, and now an heir and a spare were born. she was raised according to the traditions of her house, learning alongside her twin in the unbiased customs of yi ti. they were taught to sail, participating in merchant and pirate voyages with their cousins; to fight, if the need to defend their family should arise; and the rules of the great game, so that their influence would only increase. it was the latter that lián excelled at, quickly solidifying herself as the strategist of her siblings.

it has been a few years since the title of lord of dragonstone passed from her father to her twin, and lián has been his counselor and staunchest supporter. she does not desire the title for herself, preferring to concentrate on maintaining and increasing her family's interests. this desire expresses itself best in her meticulous handling of accounts ( dragonstone's, the ashlands as a whole, and the westerosi contingent of the celtigar trading business ) and her careful monitoring of the realm's politics. the family has made great efforts to get to where they are now, and lián is determined that their star will only rise higher.

#crowns.intro #short n sweet !#i tend to go just a smidge overboard with backstories so a longer one will probably come later sdjlfk

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m0ralitycore · 2 years ago

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Planetarium & Behind Closed Doors...

@starry-blue-echoes

So first of all we have Ida, Venus. She ends up part of the Moral Vampire Army, but after the dust settles she ends up protecting her family and doing what she wants. On call if needed. She's not aware of her own "power" in this au, so instead she has vampire powers and she becomes a shadowy protector of the Edevane family.

Arute, Neptune. I've said less on her, but I don't know much on Behind Closed Doors part two, but she would... roughly stay the same. Hamon Master that comes to aid and then go back to her studies, except she remains in contact in this au, and is part of the Foundation with strings to pull, so she helps keep Holly protected, and offers support when called. She may not actually get a stand in this au. Hm.

Madoka, Uranus. She may just... not cross paths with anyone. Or if she does, it's in a diminished state. She still thinks her friend is dead. If she does, it's because the Foundation hired her to help take out the enemy stand users in Stardust, or kept her as an undercover agent in Morioh for part 4.

...now Kyuuma, Madoka's aforementioned friend, I can do a lot with her. She's Mars. She gets roped into the cult because she had nothing but this clothes on her back. She gets a stand, Pentacle Ace, and mostly tries to stay under the radar. ... except she's got the Ida syndrome of going to the wrong place and getting good results. She meets Dio.

Now Kyuuma in this au is the embodiment of wrong formula, correct answer. She ends up in Dio's inner circle because of her experiences and views on fate. (Later: Gravity.) It was a normal conversation and then suddenly she's "up in the ranks". Probably because she didn't really buy into the cult stuff and just used it for a place to stay. She holds a grudge against Enya for the reason of offering Kyuu hospitality and then stabbing her in the middle of the night. (With the stand arrow but. Hey.)

I want her to end up a vampire like in standard Planetarium for shenanigans... She fucking uses the heck out of those powers after she's done with her moral dilemma. If she ends up in a later part it's part 5 and because the strings of fate led her to Giorno.

The others (Terra, Jupiter, Saturn) don't really have bearing on the plot in this au, but I will bring up Mercury, Yaretzi.

She's a ghost that possesses Stone Masks. Aztec girl who ended up in a heavily botched sacrifice ritual to Tezcatlipoca. She moves from Mask to Mask, often bringing shenanigans or help. In standard Planetarium, she uh- delays the plot of part one by refusing to let Jonathan or Dio near it. In part two, she befriends Arute and mostly hangs out with the Hamon Master.

In Behind Closed Doors, it depends on who has a Mask and where. She likes nearly everyone as long as they don't have morality in the hard negatives.

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destinydraw127 · 4 years ago

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I'm not asexual, but I really wanted to make some ace banners! These were created with Canva and are free to use with credit 😊

#asexual #asexuality #ace positivity #asexual positivity #reblog #asexual and proud bitch #too ace #hm? ace negativity? who is she???#lgbtq #will fucking fight anyone who says otherwise-#queerness for the soul #queer bitch coming through

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kio-may · 3 years ago

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could you please write Ace, Deuce, Malleus and Jack headcanons when they see the female m/c's face the first time, because she would have worn a mask or sth the whole time like Crowley, and she would have usually said she is quite unattractive and it's not worth the peek when people asked her about it, but actually she is super pretty?

Hello nonnie <3 this request hit a bit close to home 😭 i always imagine my self insert ocs with masks

I hope my bias for malleus doesn't show here QNSKQKSKW

Heres ur request :) i hope u enjoy luv

He doesn't exactly compliment you but rather reassure you in a way

"What? You look fine, you don't need to wear it all the time"

He definitely says you're pretty but he's usually not used to giving out compliments often, so mostly that's what you're getting for the most part

Although he slightly encourages you to take off your mask more often

Doesn't exactly have a problem in reassuring you again and again

He's definitely willing to lend an ear if you want to vent about your insecurities or anything the like

The more comfortable he gets with you the more often he'll start passing small compliments. They're nothing and seem very generic, but he's honest with them.

It slightly irritates him thinking about what might've led you to such a state ー who would influence or comment on your appearance so often for you to resort to wearing a mask? It just sounds troublesome

Homie is ready to hype you up bestie LAKSKAK

Confused boi

"Eh..? But you're really pretty.."

He says it from the bottom of his heart, really

He compliments you often, or tries to, but they come off a bit cheesy QKKSKS

He's so confused ー you look absolutely beautiful, what standards do you have for yourself?

He tries to reassure you most of the time that it's okay to take off your mask and drop everything that covers your face

He's ready to beat down anyone who talks shit about your face

Ever since he's heard about your own opinions of yourself, he'll try to subtly hint that he's always ready to talk with you about what you feel a bit insecure about. He may not be the best but he's trying <3

Like Ace, at first it's hard for him to come up with compliments on the spot, especially if the person is exceptionally new to him

But if MC and him are close, maybe around chapter 5 close, he won't feel hesitant to compliment you at all.

He's also worried about mask acne KQJSKQ

He's also a bit like Deuce, but later on the confusion goes away and he's just irritated at anyone who may have influenced you to feel that way

"Don't feel that way. You don't look as bad as you think"

He's also a bit stiff with compliments, and I doubt it'll change even if both of you are close, but he offers a lot of reassurance and support

He encourages you to take your mask off more, and he's double checking with you if you're comfortable whenever it's off

He offers advice on feeling confident about it, and sometimes he'll ask if you've tried it out

He won't hint it, he'll straightforwardly tell you that he's there to talk to you if you're insecure about your appearances

Whenever you want him to, he'll kinda stand beside you like your bodyguard, if you want to feel safe with your mask off

He's somewhat silently cheering you on whenever you start taking your mask off more often, he won't directly say it, but he'll be proud in a way

Offers to intimidate anyone, or beat them up, who comment negatively on your appearance

He would have probably asked about the mask in your first meeting

"Hm? What a strange thing you wear on your face"

But if you happen to show him your face then tell him the real reason of why you wear a mask when both of you are close, he'll go in deep ponder for a moment before directly looking into your eyes and complimenting you like he's exchanging wedding vows QLSKQKSK

He's very reassuring, telling you about how pretty and beautiful he thinks you are, and tells you that you shouldn't be worried about anything

He's encouraging you, like the others, to also take off your mask often when you're comfortable. He understands and won't bring it up again if you don't want to though.

He wonders what kinda influence you had, and how you got the mindset that you're not attractive. But he never really verbalized it, and when he does, he's clearly a bit hesitant since he also knows he isn't the best with words, or feelings, and doesn't want to get into anything sensitive

Overall he's so supportive, and pities you a tad bit for what you think about yourself

He's always lending 1 compliment every visit, and tells you he'll burn anyone alive who says so otherwise

Also goes to Lilia for advice on how to help you QKJSKS

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zirkkun · 4 years ago

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❤️ULR Speed Date Event Results - Part 5/5!💙

And, very unsurprisingly, Ace is in first place for the amount of submissions he received, that being 82! Due to the fact that there was so many submissions, he has a lot more I debated between (and even though one of these was a joke response... it was still pretty story worthy):

❤️ Ary 💙 dragon anon ❤️ din 💙 Vee ❤️ Yours~ 💙 ya know, nyah :3c ❤️ Chaomingo 💙 Lilianna ❤️ Orly

And last but not least is the winner of Ace’s date will be revealed. You can read the date either under read more or on AO3!

🖤--✨--❤️

Undertale (c) Toby Fox Underlust by @/nsfwshamecave Underlust Reimagine by myself

Thank you for your support, but do remember to support and read Underlust (18+) if you can!

ulr masterpost || ulr main tag || ulr ask box || ulr comic beginning || kofi?

... the anon who submitted under the name Lilianna!

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Sans still didn't want to be a part of this. He didn't want to be doing this at all. But, unfortunately, his brother wouldn't take "hell no" for an answer. So now he was stuck on a date. With a human, no less. Oh joy. Despite the fact that living on the Surface was so saught after, he really wasn't finding it to be appealing.

At least, for the start of this, he was by himself. Maybe a long time ago, he would have been bothered by someone being late to an event like this, but for now, he was indulging in the silence.

She, Sans's date, decided that she wanted to meet at this park outside of the city, late at night, for a chance to watch the stars. Frankly, he didn't really care one way or another. But, he did eventually find himself standing at the ledge of a bridge, watching the stars twinkling in their reflection on a river. That and the dead silence, only bug noises chirping here and there; was shockingly more relaxing than Sans had anticipated it would be.

"There you are! Sorry I'm late!!"

And the relaxation was cut short. Oh well. Not that he didn't expect that.

Sans turned his attention towards the direction of the voice, spotting the human running up to him as fast as she could. Panting as she caught up to him on the bridge, she exclaimed, "I'm so, so sorry, things were backed up getting out of the city and --"

"i don't really care," Sans cut in. He turned his attention back to the river.

The human, a little taken aback, tried to brush over the harsh comment. She took a step towards the edge of bridge, holding on to the railing with a tight grip. The silence echoed in the park once more, but for the human, this was more awkward than anything else. She didn't really know what to say... is there a topic she knew offhand he'd be willing to discuss? Um... no, not really.

"hey."

Oh! He said something first! "Yeah?" the human responded.

"do you think a fall from this height into the river would kill me?"

A brief moment of silence. It held both shock and interest from each halves of the conversation.

"What -- I don't know?! I don't really want to know!! That sounds painful regardless and I really don't want to find out!!"

But Sans just laughed at her sudden panic. "relax. i was joking."

"Th... that's a bit of a dark joke, don't you think?"

He shrugged. "It happens." He didn't elaborate, leaving the silence to once again consume the conversation into nothing. The human shifted uncomfortably where she stood.

She debated back and forth on another topic to talk about. Anything to ease the tension -- especially since it got worse with his topic of choice.

"Um... so, on that form thing, you asked me about stuff I like to do... but what about stuff you like to do?" she prompted, hoping it wouldn't be another dark joke response.

"hm." Sans pondered the question for a while, not really knowing what to say. When's the last time he did something he liked doing? Probably when he was working with the other Royal Scientists. Which was over ten years ago. "i dunno," he answered instead. "haven't done anything just 'cause in a long time."

"Oh." The human frowned. "Well, maybe we could do something together sometime then, and you can find a new hobby? Only if you'd like, of course."

Sans raised a brow as he flicked his gaze to her. "like what?"

"Oh, um... well, I like to bake, draw, and read... but those are all pretty boring so maybe not those..." she responded sheepishly.

Sans didn't react negatively, but he wasn't exactly enthusiastic either. He's practically read every book from the Underground cover-to-cover with how much time he's had on his hands, and his drawing skills were... not to be admired. And Papyrus has always been on his case to eat more. So... "i dunno, baking?" he blurted.

The human blinked. "As in, you'd want to do some baking together?"

"yeah, sure, whatever."

"You really don't sound all that interested."

"i'm not interested in most things, what's your point?"

The human shuffled back into silence for a brief while as she herself started to stare at the river, her eyes trailing down the reflection until they met the sky, full of crystal-clear stars. "You don't have to if you don't want to," she added. "I know you're already... not super excited about this current date, so please don't feel like you have to force yourself further."

Ah. There it was. The same kind of consideration that made him pick this person over everyone else in the first place. Some people had acknowledged him not wanting to deal with this, but their responses were things like, "Then why be here?" which only irked him enough to toss them aside. Some disacknowledged it, which he prefered, but something about when she said... "You seem like you don't want to do this anyways, which is all good," really hit him in a way he didn't expect.

Sans, however, did not even consider responding out loud, and instead just pulled his scarf up tighter on his face. Sans? Being honest and clear with his emotions? Haha. How funny. Easier to just push them aside. A void of feeling is much easier to deal with.

Well, he did give a sort of grunt of acknowledgment to her comment. But... it was really far after she'd said anything. So she thought he was prompting something new.

"What's that?" she asked.

"nothing."

"Then...?" But the human just shook her head. Maybe talk about something else. "You know..." She'd started a sentence, but didn't actually have anything to say. In a frantic moment to try and finish what she'd started, she said, "Time is a precious thing, isn't it?"

There was a pause.

"what'd'ya mean?" Sans asked.

"We only get so much of it. It's so limited and can be taken from us in a second."

"... yeah, and?"

"I just... I like spending time with people," she finalized. "There's only so much time I have available, and I want to be able to spend as much of it as I can with people I care about and doing things I've wanted to do. Thinking about it all is a bit scary sometimes..."

Sans debated the crass comment of "so what you're saying is i should leave and do something i'd rather be doing," but he figured now was not the time for something like that. He waited a moment to see if the human had more to say about the topic, but when she didn't, he decided to jump in with his own response. "worrying about what you might lose out on is kinda pointless," he said bluntly. "sometimes shit ain't gonna work out, and you'll miss out on something you'd have rather wanted. sometimes people are taken away from you when you least expect it and you're left wondering if you did enough for them or with them. but it's not the end of the world. you've gotta just work with what you're dealt with."

The human didn't expect such a long, nor deep, reply from him, and was a little taken aback by it. While these may have been things said before, or maybe she'd even considered them, it was different to hear them coming from someone who two seconds ago wanted to jump off the bridge. Frankly... does that mean she should take his words with a grain of salt, or...?

"sorry," Sans blurted. "said more than i shoulda."

"Wh -- n-no, don't worry about that!! I just... didn't expect you to have a lot to say on the topic. Or, I guess, to really reply lengthy at all. But it's okay! I'm glad you let me hear your thoughts."

He pulled his scarf tighter as he grunted a response, staring still at the reflection in the river.

#undertale #undertale au #underlust au #underlust reimagine #underlust reimagine sans #underlust reimagine event #zircon arts #zircon writes

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celticcrossanon · 3 years ago

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BRF Reading - 7th of June 2021

This is speculation only

Cards drawn 7th of June 2021

Question: What is Meghan planning for the G7 summit?

Interpretation: A deception. It will be a PR success at first, but then it will turn sour.

Card One: The Moon. Deception. Lies. Secrets. Driving people crazy with these secrets. The shadows and half seen things of night as opposed to the clear light of day.

The card shows the goddess Hecate, who dwelt in the underworld. She was regarded as one of the rulers or powerful figures in the underworld. Places associated with her were crossroads, tombs, and the scenes of crimes. Her companions were the Furies, the beings who tormented humans who broke the law of the gods. She presided over purification and expiation, and sent demons to torment people through their dreams. She is associated (among other things) with witches, plant lore, and childbirth.

Meghan is going to do something very deceptive. It is an action that in the past she would need to expiate, or submit to purification to be considered cleaned of it. It won't bother her, but it is something that most people would regard with horror if they knew the full story behind it. The Moon is lies, deceit, illusions, and this is what Meghan is going to use to conceal the truth, so we only see what she wants us to see. The public will be given a pretty surface picture, and the real truth underneath it will be much darker.

This deception may involve a child. Hecate hid from her parents in the house of a woman giving birth, and was sent to the underworld to be purified, where she remained. That link between Hecate and childbirth is coming through quite strongly in the energy of this card, as is a sense of bad/negative/dark energy.

This is the only major arcana card of the reading, so it is a dominant energy of the reading.

Card Two: The Six of Wands. This is a card of success. Something has come to a triumphant conclusion. There will be recognition by others and public acclaim. The card shows Jason triumphantly holding the golden fleece over his head, with his companions cheering him in the background.

Wands can be the suit of PR. Meghan is going to put out something via PR that will work for her. She will get attention, and she may even get some celebrities coming out and speaking about the news, just like Jason's companions are applauding him. It will be a glittering moment of success for her.

Card Three: The Ace of Pentacles. This is a card about new financial beginnings or a new opportunity for stability. It can also be a card about a baby or a child, especially and earth sign child. Here I think it is about a child. The PR news that Meghan puts out will be about a child, and it will bring her monetary rewards or the opportunity for monetary rewards as well as the PR success of the last card.

Card Four: The Four of Pentacles. This is a card of holding on tightly to things, especially material things and things of the past. These things can be ones that boost your self esteem, and a loss of them is like losing a part of your confidence.

The card shows Daedalus clutching four pentacles to his chest, the result of his work, while he looks across at his nephew, who is more skilled than Daedalus is at the craft. Daedalus is envious and jealous of his nephew, and it shows in his face.

Daedalus here represents Meghan (and Harry). Meghan is clinging on tightly to her titles, the last bit of glory she has from her days as a working royal. She is jealous of the 'big events' that other royals get to attend, such as the G7 summit. She is trying to get that attention back on herself. I think that this attitude will become very, very obvious to just about everyone. Her PR stunt will start to be seen as a desperate attempt to stay connected to the royal family in some way.

I keep thinking of William and Catherine as the Prince and Princess of Wales. I do not want anything to happen to elevate them to that position just yet, but when it does happen, Meghan will be consumed with jealousy and will be doing the equivalent of waving her titles (her gold coins) and shouting "I am relevant too, moreso than them!'.

Card Five: The Ten of Swords. This is a card of utter despair, of being at rock bottom. It is the card of betrayal, being stabbed in the back. The card shows Orestes huddles in a heap on the ground, utterly spent. The Furies that have tormented him are kept at bay behind a wall of swords, and over him stands the goddess Athena, the goddess on the card of Justice, protecting him. The sunrise at the back of the card signifies hope, but Orestes can not see it due to his exhausted despair.

Someone is going to hit rock bottom and be in complete despair. They will be betrayed by someone they care about. This is the end for them. They can not take any more. All they can do is lie there, like Orestes on the card, completely drained. They are protected, like Athena protects Orestes, but they can not do anything to save themselves.

I get two energies from this card. The first is Harry. Whatever Meghan does, it is doing to drive him to rock bottom. He will be like Orestes, just lying on the ground in exhausted despair, having no where to run and no where to turn to (in his mind). In reality, of course, he has the protection and comfort of his family if he will just reach out to them. The Ten of Swords can be a card of physical death, and I really hope Harry is going to be able to pick himself up and walk away from this and not kill himself over the betrayal.

The second energy I get from this card is Meghan. Something is going to go wrong for her, and it will be very bitter for her. She will feel abandoned by everyone who previously supported her.

Card Six: The King of Cups. This is a water sign man, particularly a Scorpio, and this card is coming through as Prince Charles. He will show the compassionate nature of the King of Cups in his dealings with Harry, as he will be moved by the pain Harry is suffering. He is coming through as a rather remote figure here, very kingly, not very personal. I hope to goodness that this following the card of betrayal and possible death (the Ten of Swords) does not mean the death of HM at this time as well as everything else going on in the reading.

Underlying Energy One: The Three of Pentacles. This is a card of three people working together to make something manifest in the world, by giving time or money or energy to the task. There is an initial success. The card shows Daedalus being paid for his work by three men, an early indication of the success of his crafting skills. This echoes the success shown in the Six of Wands card, and hints that the PR will be paid PR and not organic interest. The three figures indicate that there is more than one person involved in this deception of Meghan's. She may be the driving force, but she needs other people (possibly paid for their role) to pull it off.

The three of Pentacles is my surrogacy card, so again we have hints of a child being involved (as per the Moon card and the Ace of Pentacles card).

Underlying Energy Two: The Six of Pentacles. This is a card of money/status/rewards, asking for it and bestowing it. The card shows the King Minos giving six gold pentacles (quite a bit of money) to the craftsman Daedalus. King Minos looks similar enough to the figure on the King of Cups card for me to link the two. The person giving the money is Charles, and the people begging for the money (or more money) are Harry and Meghan. I don't know if they will get it (I suspect not), but part of the reason for the deception in the reading is to force more money out of Prince Charles. Meghan may be applying pressure for her children to have titles (worldly status) as well.

Conclusion: Meghan is going to put out a lie or deception of some sort to get attention. Several people will be involved in this deception, and part of the reason for her doing it is to force Prince Charles to give her more money (and perhaps titles for her kids). The deception will be initially successful, and may result in her obtaining some money. It may involve a child. Then something will show how attached Meghan is to her titles/her previous royal status, and things will go downhill. Meghan will feel betrayed and abandoned by the world, and Harry will hit rock bottom. Charles at the end is a shining figure, like a King and not the Prince of Wales. He will help Harry if Harry asks for help.

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neonponders · 3 years ago

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*sigh* catch me projecting on a Saturday.

I read this post ( @lazybakerart you wizard - ALSO IT’S YOUR BIRTHDAY?????? HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹) and am now thinking about a sugardaddy!Billy with an ace!Steve. (*emphasis on grey ace*)

* Please nobody attack me for writing about leather fashion. I’m vegetarian and it’s fiction. Live a little. *

Read on ao3 ~

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Steve just kind of stared at the box on the restaurant table. It wasn’t a ring box, but it was velvet. Goodness knew how many of these he’d seen in his life.

Steve knew wealth. He knew money, and all of the material variations therein.

He’d gotten pedicures with his mother before his father declared such a thing unfit for a boy coming into puberty. If you look like a man, act like a man. As if men didn’t have feet, or something.

Then he went to the salon. That wasn’t so easy to take away. Ventures with her son seemed to be the only things keeping Mrs. Harrington from being connected to her husband’s hip, so Mr. Harrington let them both have this one. Steve, fresh out of graduation, being given a hairdresser’s chair to accomplish summer-fresh highlights.

Mrs. Harrington was also the type of woman to enjoy shoes. Everyone has a thing. For some, they had bags. Others, jewelry. Vintage furniture. Designer wallpaper. Mrs. Harrington enjoyed shoes. It was where Steve learned to carry a woman’s bags, but he didn’t stay outside of the store. He learned how to clean suede, the difference between a 130 So Kate and an ordinary heel. What fetish meant in terms of fashion. He can convert heels sizes in millimeters to inches faster than a cashier calculating change.

Tommy and Carol had joked about Steve’s father having a different kind of fetish. Nothing to do with fashion, and everything to do with sex. Steve had foolishly let them into his mother’s bedroom and they were having a field day with a shoe closet that cost more than both of their houses combined. Still smelling of Nancy and pool chlorine, Steve as good as ended that friendship right there.

Because they didn’t get it.

Mr. Harrington certainly didn’t get it. Could never have such a sexual inclination because he didn’t understand pampering or indulgent interests.

He understood favors. Material apologies.

Mrs. Harrington had a collection of pearls and diamonds that she never wore.

Steve knew she liked opals and pink, pink rubies, because Steve liked opals too. Because he used his father’s money to buy ruby studs his mother actually wore. Because he gets her oldest, broken bracelet with green amber fixed, and she wears it until it breaks again. And then she presented Steve with a thin, gold chain to go around his ankle. With a gleaming, green amber stone flanked by two opals.

The green goes with our eyes, she said. Someone special will see the green in all that brown. It’s why we look good in reds.

Steve was still looking at the box on the table.

“It’s not going to catch fire, the longer you glare at it.”

His dark hazel, creek water eyes slanted up to the man sitting opposite him.

Billy Hargrove.

Stubborn to a fault. Gorgeous as Lucifer with wings freshly burnt off. And just as dangerous.

“I thought I said no more gifts.”

“And I ignored you. Open it.”

Steve went about it like ripping off a bandaid. He sighed at the window beside their booth, wrenching the thing open to see -

Diamonds.

He shut it with a loud clap and set it on Billy’s placemat. “No, thanks.”

The man’s features froze in tolerant stoicism, but he eased the box inside his suit jacket pocket. “You’re a hard one to shop for.”

Steve’s eyes widened dramatically over his wine glass of water. Not because he was sober - he’d willingly pay for an overpriced red, himself, if the handsome asshole weren’t trying to wave his wallet everywhere. “You can stop trying to buy your way into my pants any time you want.”

“If that’s all I wanted, I would’ve stopped three months ago.”

Three months ago,

When Billy breezed into Steve’s life as easily as he had senior year of high school. The two of them certainly deserved some kind of award for having a bizarre history.

Within a handful of months, Billy had arrived upon a turbulent time in Steve’s life, and then left nearly as quickly. Billy witnessed Steve and Nancy’s break-up, Steve’s fall from Hawkins High grace, and even beat his face a little bit. Because that’s what teenage men with bad emotional processing and even worse communication skills do.

Now, almost ten years later, Billy had some kind of empire behind him and Steve, well, didn’t. He had no idea what Billy’s job consisted of, but he got little hints. Mostly the negative space from Billy’s lack of discussing his job told Steve a whole lot.

Steve, who worked two jobs and occasional gigs wherever he was needed. During one such time, while Steve managed the cables and sound boards for Robin’s band, Billy Hargrove sauntered up to him with just as much charm mixed with hauteur as he’d ever displayed.

It wasn’t like meeting an old friend, because they had never been more than acquaintances, and roughly ten years was enough time for a personality to evolve ten different ways.

Steve couldn’t say how much he and Billy had evolved, really, but there was a point in there somewhere.

Maybe it lived in the, “I never expected to see you in a dyke club, pretty boy,” since it was all the coming out either of them needed.

Or the wanton kisses and fervent hands underneath the neon rainbow on the venue’s wall.

Maybe the point sat in the things Billy wanted, and what Steve was reticent to provide. Because Billy was a king who knew what he liked, and seemed particularly talented at walking into Steve’s personal crises like an anniversary.

Steve craved.

But he didn’t know what he craved. What he yearned for. He knew Billy’s kisses made his brain go molten and fuzzy. He knew Billy’s smell brought him just as much comfort, excitement, and anxiety. He knew finally being outside of sex-crazed high school had deflated something in him. The expectations to perform. He knew losing Robin’s stupid game of You Rule / You Suck gave him a secret gift of relief.

But he still craved. He wanted touch but he wanted to be alone. He wanted companionship but he didn’t want sex. But he did enjoy sex, except he didn’t want the expectation of it.

Well.

That was it, wasn’t it?

Billy Hargrove, who could have anyone he wanted plastered to his stupid, unbuttoned chest, had sought out Steve. Steve, king of mixed signals, Harrington. It was only a matter of time before he got his face beaten again. For wasting Billy’s time. For refusing Billy’s advances even though Steve clearly enjoyed Billy’s lips on his neck, and Billy’s hand on his inner thigh. For wanting Billy’s company and flirtation without the rules that finished in the bedroom.

So Steve refused the gifts. The material favors he could’ve sold for a better apartment. Fucked his way to owning a house that his mom would feel comfortable visiting. Be an unfeeling toy who could pay for his mother’s shoes and his own pedicures.

“Steve?”

He turned away from the window and the city’s electric constellations. “Hm?”

“Where’d you go?”

The back of Steve’s throat ached. He looked down at their appetizer plates and decided, “I think I’m going home.” After a second of them both hearing it out loud, Steve said with more conviction, “I need to be home right now. I’m sorry. Thanks for dinner.”

He almost reached for his wallet to pay for his half of the artichoke dip, but reconsidered. He took his old prom tuxedo jacket off on the way to the elevator, waiting for the doors to close before he pressed his face into the old fibers.

It would be easier if Steve didn’t know money. If wealth were a foreign pillow he had never slept on; could be spoiled into never giving it up again.

Like a true mother with a sixth sense, Steve withdrew a package from his mailbox when he returned to his apartment building. Mrs. Harrington’s versions of care packages were fashion magazines, a subscription to The New Yorker, polaroids of her latest closet pieces, and Steve’s favorite candy.

He loved it all. He didn’t need laminated recipes, bags of rice, or resupplied hair products. He went up to his bedroom, stripped down to nothing, and fell into bed with the hefty parcel. Fruity hard candies fell out like confetti, and he stuck a green apple square inside his cheek while he looked through her baggie of polaroids.

Peach suede 130s. Steve felt a warm tickle in his belly at that. She only wore 130s if she was pissed at his father. A woman in 130s walked with the force of a storm, mostly because the damn things were nearly intolerable to wear without a platform.

Another pair of diamond earrings. One of these days, people were going to realize how boring clear rocks were.

Dark, amethyst Miu Mius with the heel and toe encrusted with pearls. Steve’s dad must’ve really pissed her off to warrant that apology.

The magazine subscription had piled up, so he had three New Yorkers to read, but he opened the tome of Vogue first. His mother dog-earred her favorite articles, scent samples, and spreads. She often favored the androgynous and male fragrances. Steve liked that a whole lot. He wasn’t sure if she did that for him because he liked them, or if he liked them because she did that.

He held the magazine to his face as he went to the kitchen, smelling the first fragrance sample while he reached for his cache of boxed cake mix. It was a funfetti kind of night. He rattled the package of sprinkles in his hand while reading about some summer collection where the runway happened in a Greek ampitheatre. Sounded fun. Sounded like a great vacation. Beach, wine, and then modern art fusing with ancient architecture.

Steve didn’t excel in chemistry, but he knew a different kind of magic.

Which didn’t actually include baking. The cake emerged a little dark, but he cut off the burnt top, iced it to glorious, sugar perfection, and took a slice to bed with him. He turned the parcel upside-down for the last of the candy to come out so he could throw the envelope away -

Two bottles of nail polish landed heavily on the bed. Steve lifted the darker bottle to see a purple so ebony he thought it was black until he opened it to see the paint up close.

Purple and peach. To match his mother’s shoes.

Not many people understood his parents’ methods of producing or avoiding affection. But Steve did. He shook up the poison violet and painted his toenails in between forkfuls of cake.

He didn’t hear from Billy the next day.

Or the next.

As bad as Steve felt, he couldn’t say he minded. Nor would he be surprised if Billy never called him again. The idea brought a lonely peace during the commute to work, reading his magazines on the train before keeping them safe in a folder that he stuffed inside his backpack. Even if Steve’s chest felt like a cold balloon, with its latex worn thin and tired, he had his little things to keep him warm.

Then a knock on his apartment door.

Steve answered it with a cheek full of cake, interrupted from making his grocery list of actual nutritional value -

Billy had never visited before. Steve stared at him long enough for him to ask, “Are you going to let me in?”

Steve glanced at the box under his arm and turned into his apartment with a sigh. Billy closed the door behind him as he remarked, “You don’t know what’s in it yet.”

There wasn’t exactly anywhere for Steve to theatrically storm off to. His kitchen was also his living room, and a half-wall partitioned the bedroom off to the side. His apartment was one long rectangle, and Steve remained stuck in the middle of it.

“Billy, I don’t know what you want from me that you think you can get from expensive things.”

“I don’t recall asking for anything in return,” he drawled while removing his coat.

“Don’t take that off,” Steve retorted.

“I’m taking it off.”

“This isn’t going to be a long visit.”

“Would you at least open the damn thing first?” Billy presented the box on the flat of his hand like a waiter’s tray.

Steve knew a shoe box when he saw one. He swatted the lid off the box before he even meant to. He was so tired of this game. Of these rules. He doesn’t want to see some snotty designer sneaker that isn’t to his taste. Some item the rules would dictate he accept without complaint. Or some chunky, foamy plastic, glorified tennis shoe that is over hyped . . .

He sees the red first.

It’s not a sneaker.

Hot Chick heels. 100mm. Black suede on top, red bottom. The leather around the heel scallop-cut like minimalist flower petals.

Steve’s breath has stopped in his chest. The pad of his thumb moved across the soft, matte leather before he stops himself. He tries to look stern when he dares to peek up at Billy, but those water-turquoise eyes are steady on him, absorbing his every reaction.

“These don’t exist in suede.”

Because they didn’t. Hot Chicks came in patent leather only.

“They do now.”

“Louboutin sizes down.”

“Then we’ll have them stretched.”

Steve is losing. Billy knows he’s losing. Billy - he -

“How - ?” Steve begins but stops. He closed his eyes and swallowed, only to flinch a little when Billy grasped his chin, holding him in place as he leaned in to lick the corner of his mouth free of icing.

“Will you try them on for me?”

Steve feels a mixture of defeat mixed in with petulance and vulnerable glee as he warily takes the box to his humble couch. Billy looked at his bed, and then to the kitchen on the other side of the apartment. He strolled into it and lifted the knife for a slice.

Steve, meanwhile, took his time. He opened the paper from where it had floated back over the shoes. He lifted the box to inhale the leather. He took one shoe out just to...see it. Look at it. Read the number stamped on the red arch.

Steve had to remove his socks, revealing his lacquered toes as Billy sat next to him with a plate. He eased the coffee table out of the way, giving Steve room to wiggle his foot into the severe 100mm heel.

They were hardly glamorous under his old, cut-off sweats.

But.

He’d never actually seen his feet in heels before. Never bothered to try to find his size.

Billy handed him the other shoe, and stood up with a ready hand. Steve wiggled into it and accepted his hold as he stood up.

How do you walk in those? he’d once asked his mother.

Trust the heel, my love, she’d answered, strolling around her bedroom in her 130s. If you’ve paid enough for it, it better hold up your entire form, and your dating baggage.

Steve had laughed, but listened to her every word. Move like a wheel barrow. You pivot on your toes, like the wheel, and rest on the heels.

“I’ve got you,” Billy purred when Steve teetered. Just a little.

“Why did you get me these?” Steve had to ask while he began to ease his arm off of Billy’s shoulders.

“Might’ve had a look inside your mail,” he admitted shamelessly. “I thought you might’ve ordered something and I could finally see what you liked. Instead, it’s the one thing I’ve seen you accept.”

“You’re a creep,” Steve declared, but he couldn’t look away from his feet as he strolled around the coffee table.

Billy laughed and sat down to his cake. “This is good.”

“It’s from a box.”

“It’s still good.”

Things . . . changed, after that. Billy came over just to come over. And he pestered Steve with endless questions.

“Do you like these?” he asked with his nose against the magazine pages.

Steve towered over him in his heels, but he’d wash dishes in whatever he wanted, thanks very much. And leather needed to be worn, as his mother taught him. Plastic is trash. If it comes from a living creature, it lives on a creature.

Steve snorted beside him. “My mom crimps those pages.”

“But do you like them?”

“They’re fun in magazines, but perfumes were never really my thing.”

“What is your thing?”

“Right now? You, elbows deep in here.”

Billy perked right out of the magazine only to lock onto the sink. “Because you’re having trouble reaching it now?”

Steve meant to have a witty come-back, but he got caught up in his own giggles. “Yeah.”

Then,

“Can I stay the night?”

Something must have flashed across his face, because Billy added, “Not for sex. I’ve taken the hint, all right?”

Steve slowly unfolded his socks where he sat on the foot of the bed. “Why do you want to?”

Billy wiped his hands on the dish towel and padded across the room to sit beside him. “Because I want to taste you before I sleep. And I wanna taste you when I wake up. I want your snark in my ears all the time - ”

“All the time?” Steve repeated, deadpan.

“Yeah, all the time. I can’t believe it either.”

Billy’s features were warm, unbelievably warm as he watched Steve laugh. “Of course I want to have sex with you. But I miss you when... I miss you all the time. It’s embarrassing.”

Steve rolled his eyes onto him, to which Billy defended, “I have things to do.”

“Yeah, ‘cause you’re the big man in town,” Steve babied, pushing his chest so he toppled backward.

“I am, actually,” he crooned, his hands finding Steve’s legs easily when he straddled him. “I’d work better with you on my desk.”

“My hairy legs and scraped up heels?” Steve threatened breathily, holding Billy’s cheek and jaw in one hand while he leaned over him so all Billy could see was Steve.

“All of it,” he exhaled, and pulled Steve’s head the last inch for a kiss.

Billy’s next gift was a pair of slippers. Plush, soft, and perfect after an afternoon in 100s.

Then he gave Steve a massage. Steve could accept those with ease. The balls of his feet hurt and even blushed a faint indigo from being so unused to heels. The warm attention of Billy’s hands on the arches of his feet, heels, and ankles; as well as the cold tennis balls he stored in Steve’s freezer to roll along his feet.

By then, he’d seen Steve’s anklet. So the next shoe box Steve opened were dark green suede, as poisonously dark as his mother’s violet heels. The toe was bare, but the heel was encrusted with opals. The milky stones flashed green and orange as Steve walked in the 120mm heel.

“How do they feel?”

Steve, with far more mastery over heels now, pivoted on his toes and planted one on the couch in between Billy’s thighs. His warm hand cradled Steve’s ankle immediately.

“What if I shaved for these?”

“Then I’d never take my hands off you.”

“So nothing would change,” Steve giggled, teasing gone as he landed on Billy’s lap. The man underneath him hummed his mirth into Steve’s mouth, his other hand burying in Steve’s hair while he let Steve control the kiss, explore his mouth.

“I thought they’d go with your eyes,” he said when the kiss petered off and Steve kissed his nose. Billy touched the pad of his thumb high on Steve’s cheek. “There’s a little bit of green there.”

Steve let Billy fuck him in those shoes.

Because he finally craved all the way, beyond fear of rules. Beyond the existence of toys. He craved Billy deeper than skin, and Billy gave it to him.

And when Billy got him a pair of 130s . . . blood red and spiked with tiny, crimson points, he let Steve fuck him.

#everything i know about shoes i learned from Violet Chachki #harringrove #ficlet #asexual!steve #sugardaddy!billy #sugarbaby!steve #neonponders #pondermoniums #lazybakerart #happy birthday love!!!#no i don't know billy's job #cover a plot hole with an unreliable narrator~

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lnarizakis · 4 years ago

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i found you! | b. koutarou

hey @bokutokoutarou ! you were my recipient for the summer exchange fic. i really hope you enjoy this, and that we can become friends after this!

pairing: bokuto koutarou x fem!reader

word count: 3.1k

look out for: soulmate au, tooth-rottingly sweet fluff, pining

“...You’re hearing voices in your head?”

“No, no, there’s just one... and they keep going on and on ‘bout whatever! And it sounds like they’re trying to talk to me, too, and I’m getting a little scared!” Bokuto complained to his junior, Akaashi, about this voice he had been hearing in his mind for the past week. It was unrecognizable at first; he paid no attention to it, but throughout the course of the week the voice had been growing louder and louder. It slowly became unnerving for the ace.

“Oh, I see,” Akaashi glanced outside the window. He then turned back towards Bokuto, face still in evident distress. “It’s your soulmate.”

“My... my what?” Bokuto was appalled. His soulmate?

Akaashi, too, was appalled. “Have your parents never told you about what a soulmate is?” Bokuto shook his head, signaling a negative response. Akaashi widened his eyes in apparent shock.

“Wow.” Akaashi was rendered speechless. Looks like he’d have to tell Bokuto what a soulmate was. “Well, a soulmate is someone you’re destined to be with. You’re bound to them for life. Everyone is bound to their soulmates in different ways. In your case, Bokuto-san, you can hear your soulmate’s thoughts.” The setter glances down at the timer on his wrists. Still several more years before he could meet his own soulmate.

Bokuto “ohh”ed in realization. He then pulled a face, one that Akaashi knew all too well. It was his thinking face, usually worn by the former during their volleyball games. He stayed in that position for some time, until his face lit up with excitement.

“Ah! Akaashi, I did it! I talked to her!” Bokuto exclaimed. Akaashi gave him a small smile, proud of his upperclassman.

O N E .

“Oh no, a quiz?! We have a quiz today?! I didn’t study for it at all!”

Bokuto panicked. He sat at his desk, sweat forming on his forehead. He was so afraid for this quiz specifically, because if he were to fail it, God forbid, he most definitely would not be able to take part in the Spring Interhigh Tournament. His mind raced with the same thought over and over again. In the heat of the moment, he hadn’t realized that he was pounding his soulmate’s head with the thought.

(Y/N) was currently in class (and conveniently just a couple classrooms down), trying her best to focus on the lecture in front of her. But it was difficult. So, extremely difficult.

“Could you please, with all due respect, shut up? I’m trying to learn right now,” she communicated to Bokuto. In an attempt to make peace with him, she added on, “Good luck, though.” At that moment, Bokuto came up with the best idea.

“Wait a minute. Do you think you could help me?” Bokuto’s heart raced. Depending on his soulmate’s answer, he may or may not be able to attend the tournament.

“Sure, I guess. What is it on?” (Y/N) gave up on trying to listen to her teacher, who was droning on about a topic that was completely unrelated to the lecture. It looked like she would have to do extra studying after school. Oh, the things she would do for her soulmate.

“Classic literature. It’s my worst subject!” If it was possible to whine and complain in one’s thoughts, Bokuto was doing exactly that. (Y/N) couldn’t help but smirk a little bit. With the willpower she had, she was able to contain her chuckle.

“Alright, I’ll help you; I think I’m alright in that subject.”

—

“So, how’d you do?” (Y/N) asked him a couple days later. The substitute for her class was running late, so she made use of her free time by talking to her supposedly-unknown soulmate. She looked down at her notebook that she had taken out, sketching rough, small portraits of what she thought her soulmate looked like.

“My teacher’s handing them out right now,” Bokuto replied. Through his thoughts somehow, (Y/N) could identify the worry laced in his thought. There was a hint of confidence, however, since the answers that his soulmate provided him seemed right. At least right enough to turn in his quiz with some confidence.

After a string of “Oh, no”s, Bokuto rejoiced. Thanks to his soulmate, he was able to participate in the Spring Interhigh Tournament!

“I’m so glad I was able to help you!” Despite not knowing who in the world her soulmate was, she couldn’t stop smiling. There was a little bit of a hint she learned about him too— he played volleyball.

T W O .

In the time that (Y/N) got to know her soulmate, she learned how comforting he can be at times. Despite how he came across as an idiot at times, he was perhaps the one person she could talk to whenever she needed comfort. His simple words were enough for her.

One night, (Y/N) found herself staring at the ceiling of her bedroom. She couldn’t sleep. No matter how much she tossed and turned, or set the right conditions for maximum comfort for sleeping, she just couldn’t go to sleep. It was like the universe was keeping her awake. And for what?

The thoughts of not being able to sleep swirled around in her mind, and soon enough, Bokuto asked her if there was something wrong. She replied that it was no big deal, and that he shouldn’t worry much about it. Despite this, Bokuto insisted for her to confide in him. And so she did.

“I’m not too fond of the idea of soulmates. I really hate to tell you this, but I just... I don’t want to be destined to be with someone, you know?” It pained her to tell this boy, and she could tell it pained him, as well.

Bokuto, who had been awake for quite some time as well, lay in bed with a blank stare. He looked all around his room, trying to find at least some answer to her thoughts. (Y/N) had more to say, however.

“...And I don’t even know who you are. I mean, I know some things about you, but I don’t know-know you. I don’t know your name, or what school you go to, or what you would like to do after you graduate high school, or—“

“Bokuto Koutarou— that’s my name. You don’t have to tell me yours if you don’t want to. But... that’s something about me. To help you get to know-know me. And I go to Fukurodani High School. And I think I’m gonna continue volleyball after high school... Is there anything else you want to know about me?” Bokuto interrupted (Y/N)’s train of thought. He began to open himself up to his soulmate so that she would be able to open herself up to at least the mere concept of soulmates. It would take a bit more time, he thought, before she would want to begin to open herself up to him.

“Okay, well,” (Y/N) began, “Tell me what’s the first thing you do when you wake up, and the last thing you do before you go to sleep.” She giggled; she was curious to know what he’d say.

To hum in his thoughts was something typical of Bokuto, and he did just that: “Hm, I think the first thing I do when I wake up is... I mean, after I open my eyes, is jump outta bed! And the last thing I do before I go to sleep is...” He hummed again, “close my eyes. And then I think a ‘lil bit. About everything, really! Sometimes I begin to dream about my soulmate... you, and what you look like, and when we’ll meet, and how we’ll meet, too, and—“ Bokuto exhaled out loud. He’d love to meet his soulmate one day.

“Well, thank you, Bokuto-san. Hopefully we’ll meet someday. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Good night,” (Y/N) told him as she dozed off to sleep.

Bokuto Koutarou, huh...

T H R E E .

“Favorite color?”

“I’d say gold! The color of my eyes!”

Another boring lecture meant another day of playing 20 Questions with Bokuto for (Y/N). She had just asked her seventh question, which, along with the past six questions, had been entirely superficial. However, they weren’t quite as ridiculous as the questions he had asked her.

Case in point: “What are you going to have for lunch today?” He asked. Without context, it probably would have been pretty ridiculous to ask that, but given that lunch followed after the current period and that Bokuto was insanely hungry, it seemed probably reasonable to ask that question.

“I think I’m going to have what they’re selling today in the cafeteria,” (Y/N) pondered. Though, she was probably going to stick with her usual whatever’s-available-in-the-vending-machine. She looked down at her notebook, doodling a very rough image of the volleyball ace that everyone at school knew.

Ever since that one night—that night when she couldn’t go to sleep for the life of her, she had been in utter shock at the fact that Bokuto Koutarou was her soulmate. Everyone knew about him— from how he’s absolutely impressive at pretty much every sport he played to his overwhelming presence that made the general atmosphere of wherever he was so much lighter. He was like a light in her eyes, but he didn’t know who she was at all.

“Can I go again? It’ll count for my next question,” Bokuto asked. (Y/N) complied, and he followed her response with “You don’t think I know who you are?”

So she was thinking out loud. “I mean, you know me only because we’re soulmates. Other than that, I don’t think you know anything else about me—“

“My next question! What makes you think I don’t know anything about you?” Bokuto asked again.

“I mean—“

“I know that you’re my soulmate, which means you’re the one for me! I’m supposed to help you. With everything,” Bokuto continued, “because you’re my everything.”

(Y/N) looked down in embarrassment, her face turning red.

“You’re embarrassing,” she thought. “Don’t you realize what you’re saying right now?”

From Bokuto’s classroom, all he could do was smile softly. “I don’t realize most things I say,” He jokingly stated. His own embarrassment started to creep up on him, making him begin to regret what he said, or thought, to his soulmate. “Sorry if it bothered you, or something.”

“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it; let’s just keep playing,” (Y/N) responded, guilt weighing down on her for unintentionally shaming him for his embarrassing words. “It’s my turn now. Let’s see... what position do you play in volleyball?”

Bokuto’s mood instantly lightened as he proudly answered, “I’m a wing spiker! The ace!”

—

Several questions later, it was once again Bokuto’s turn. He was on his nineteenth question when he asked (Y/N), “Do you think there’s ever a chance I could show you a soulmate’s really worth it?”

“Bokuto, I—“

“My last question— my twentieth question. Can you give me the chance to show you why soulmates are destined for a reason?”

(Y/N) hesitated for a moment before she said, “... Okay.”

F O U R .

“Huh?! You’re still awake at this hour? I just woke up!”

Bokuto had jumped out of bed to begin his morning run. As he was changing from his sleepwear to something new for running outside, he heard muttering similar to white noise in his mind, which meant that his soulmate was awake and, somehow, barely thinking.

(Y/N), having been restless the entire evening, decided it would be a good idea to pull an all-nighter. Currently, she was lying in bed, watching the sun peek out through the blinds of her window. The brightness illuminated her once-dark room, and she felt a wave of guilt wash over her for not properly taking care of her body by sleeping.

“I’ve been awake. What are you doing right now? At five in the morning?” (Y/N) snapped back. The tiredness was getting to her.

“I’m about to go on my morning run! Now, what are you doing?” Bokuto replied. He was so genuinely curious to know what his soulmate was doing at this time, why she was up and awake, before he noticed that he disregarded the harsh and tired tone she used on him.

“All-nighter. Couldn’t sleep at all.”

“Oh! My friend Akaashi pulls those all the time. He’s always tired, just like you are right now!” Bokuto beamed, hoping to get at least some positive reaction out of her. But all he got was a dry laugh—if it was even possible to laugh in one’s mind— along with an obviously sarcastic “thank you, I know I’m tired right now.”

“Well, since you’re awake right now,” Bokuto continued, “why don’t you talk to me? I’d rather listen to you instead of my music.” To his surprise, (Y/N) complied, but, as she claimed, the only reasons she had were that she was tired and had nothing else to do.

—

After a conversation about Bokuto’s favorite kinds of breakfast foods followed by the sports that (Y/N) enjoys watching, the ace took a rest, sitting down underneath a tree in a park near their school, watching the sun paint the sky different shades of purple and red.

“Hm, I have a question for you. Why are you so adamant about wanting to show me the wonders of a soulmate? I mean—without me in your life, you’re pretty much free to fall in love with whomever you want,” (Y/N) spoke truthfully. Her question made Bokuto raise an eyebrow, but mostly because of the large words she used in phrasing it.

“... What does ‘adamant’ mean?” was all he could say. From the comforts of her bedroom, (Y/N) laughed heartily. The thoughts that came with her laugh were positive, as she commended Bokuto on saying the first thing that made her smile that day. She soon let him know what it meant, though, and Bokuto “ooh”ed in his mind, earning another laugh from (Y/N).

“Soulmate,” Bokuto called her this since she still never told him her name, “my friend Akaashi said that we’re soulmates because we’re bound together. There’s gotta be a reason why we’re bound together, right? Why our souls are destined to be with each other, right? Or else we’d just be... mates, and not soul-mates.”

“...I see.”

“And...I got nothing.”

“Bokuto, why don’t you try finding me?” (Y/N) suggested. “If you’re so adamant about the fact that because we’re soulmates means our souls are bound together—that our souls are destined to be together—you should easily find your way to me, right?”

Bokuto stayed silent.

“Look, this is what I’m saying. Why don’t you act on your belief? Find me, and if you do, I’ll know that our souls are not meant to be apart.”

(Y/N)’s soulmate remained silent for some time before he responded.

“I’m going to find you, soulmate. I’m going to find you one day!”

F I V E .

She stared blankly at the vending machine in front of her. She tried not to reveal that she was currently thinking about whether to choose between strawberry or banana milk, so as not to reveal her location, if Bokuto were to find out she went to Fukurodani High School. Little did she know that he had a bit of help from his volleyball teammates in deciphering who exactly she was.

—

“What’d she think now?!”

“Ah! Uh, she doesn’t know if she wants strawberry or banana milk!” Bokuto exclaimed. The Fukurodani third-years, along with Akaashi, were gathered around Bokuto’s desk. On top of it was a notebook, opened to a half-covered page of scatter-brained notes of his soulmate’s thoughts.

Konoha hummed, and placed a hand on his chin. “Okay, from that we know that she’s also out at lunch. Maybe she goes here!” In Akaashi’s mind, he thought that it was awfully quick (and definitely extremely convenient) to assume that she goes here, but he did not express this disagreement of his.

Bokuto agreed with his logic, and in the notebook he wrote, “Probably goes to Fukurodani.”

“Does she have any new thoughts, Bokuto-san?” Akaashi spoke up.

“Um, yeah. Okay, uh, she’s thinking about who to eat with,” Bokuto replied. He picked up the pencil he dropped from excitement, and began to write down keywords from her thoughts. Sarukui looked on, noticing that Bokuto was writing the names he recognized.

“Bokuto, you wrote down Suzumeda-san’s name!” He called out. The ace leaned back to look at what he had written down, and sure enough, he had written one of the two managers of his club’s names down.

“She goes here!” Everyone in the huddle exclaimed. Bokuto’s other classmates who were also in the classroom slowly turned around in questioning curiosity, wondering what in the world they were doing.

“Bokuto-san! I think you should just go look for her. What was it that you said again...?” Akaashi questioned him.

Bokuto stared blankly at Akaashi for a brief second to recollect his thoughts from the recent shock, and soon after he came to his senses he responded that his soulmate said that if soulmates really are destined to be together, he should go look for her. With that in mind, his teammates ushered Bokuto out of the room and cheered him on to go find his soulmate.

Adrenaline rushed through Bokuto as he was pressured by his teammates to go find his soulmate. He was going to meet her today!

He dashed down the third-years’ hallway to go outside, nearing the closest vending machine. For a moment he pressed his face against the clear glass, to check the contents of the machine. He could see a row of strawberry milk boxes and next to it a row of banana milk boxes. Gears inside had ceased whirring, signaling to Bokuto that someone had just used the vending machine.

Bokuto’s heart stirred, and instinct told him to run out into the courtyard. Following his instinct, he sped out of the hallway in which the vending machine was, and opened the door that led to the courtyard. He had opened them so quickly that he didn’t see the figure of a girl in his year on the other side about to open the door, despite the large window in front of him that made up a huge component of the door’s upper half.

He walked straight into the girl, and the sudden shock pulled them back, to see who they had run into.

“He actually... He found me!”

“I found you!”

#haikyuuwritersnet #hqwn secret summer #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #bokuto koutarou x reader #bokuto koutarou #bokuto kotaro #bokuto kotaro x reader #bokuto x reader #haikyuu bokuto x reader #hq bokuto koutarou #hq bokuto x reader #hq bokuto #cadekagi

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smallcrystals · 3 years ago

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Any headcanons for the Dazzlings? Some people speculate that they have lived in the human world for centuries? Do you think this is true?

hm i don't have a specific timeline for how long they've stayed in the human world for, but i do think they've spent at least a decade there

i think equestrian time works faster than human world time, so maybe 1000 years could correlate to a certain amount of time in the human realm, who knows! semantics are blurry and i don't rlly think the creators cared that much

as for headcanons, i have a chunk here! originally i said a few and then.......... yeah read for urself :D

adagio and sonata are lesbians, aria is ace biromantic (these hcs might have changed since the last time i was asked abt what i hc their sexualities as!)

adagio can actually sing very well. she sung even when she didn't need to use her powers and she genuinely enjoyed doing it. she just hadn't gotten enough practice when her ambition for power overtook everything else, as she didn't really need the practice if she could just use her gemstone.

therefore, she teaches aria and sonata how to sing properly without the need for autotune and a repeated vocal track

they train into an idol group under the same company that flash gains a contract for; so they're basically his seniors!

adagio's really good at dancing

aria's good at lyrics! though, sonata scolds her for writing too many abt sad/angry shit and tries to get her to write abt more happy stuff

she wrote a happy song for sonata one time and sonata started crying (out of happiness)

adagio's the only one who paid any attention to flash during their time at chs and that was because of him yelling at pri twilight. i like to think she's able to tell how people are feeling when she's feeding off their negative energy

because of this, she recognises him whenever he's out. seeing him in admittedly slightly dangerous situations, she grows kinda fond of him and becomes basically an older sister to him, dragging him away from problems that are out of his control due to how intimidated people are of her

flash and her like annoying each other <3 she gives him life lessons and when he tells her that a boy made him uncomfortable she goes and punches said boy <33 flash also punches lesbiphobes and runs them over <333

whenever he's in a mood and calls her up all pouty, adagio "reluctantly" takes him out on a drive instead of him driving

they grow closer when they're under the same company and they do dance covers together!!!! they develop a rlly cute friendship

sonaria always give flash noogies even though he's taller than both of them

adagio find sci twi adorable despite disliking her pony counterpart and so she decides to also baby her. sci twi only meets her after chs, so when they're all properly adults and even though she's heard shit abt them: "adagio's not that bad :((", "that's bc she spoils you"

adagio is the type to hold grudges only on ppl who have actively wronged her. if they don't have much involvement in the wrongdoing she doesn't really have anything against them

aria holds grudges even if you've never got yourself involved in whatever was done. if you were there and she remembered you (or even worse, you reminded her of you) she probably won't like you

sonata doesn't hold grudges but she's got trust issues <3

sonata does flash's make up during some livestreams

and that's all i can think of right now!! sorry the majority of these are adagio i just love her a lot

#and yeah i included flash bc he's their baby now #they have adopted him #ask tag

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veliseraptor · 4 years ago

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jiang cheng/jin zixuan? (the tsunderes have unionized!)

oooh interesting interesting

Cons:

I don’t have a concrete downside to this one other than that it doesn’t pull on me in an emotional sense - I am, as is probably clear at this point, sort of particular about my Jiang Cheng pairings, and this one doesn’t at least at first blush click emotionally.

I also do have vague headcanons about Jin Zixuan being somewhere in the ace/demisexual region which, combined with my tendency to ace headcanon Jiang Cheng...it doesn’t rule it out but it makes it feel less like they’d gravitate toward each other for a romantic or sexual relationship.

There is also the factor of Jiang Cheng being, I think, profoundly unwilling to get anywhere near in the middle of Jiang Yanli’s happiness. As long as she’s in love with Jin Zixuan, he’s not going to step into that, not least because he’s mad at Jin Zixuan for not deserving her, and once they start getting along better no way is he going to cause any problems there, and I feel like Jin Zixuan would be, because of family issues, likely to be pretty strictly monogamous.

(Though more on that later.)

I do feel like they’d make good brothers-in-law, though. Of Jiang Cheng’s brothers in law, Jin Zixuan wins out, which is not saying a whole lot since Lan Wangji is somewhere in the negative points region, but.

Pros:

There’s a post I’m thinking of that I don’t feel like digging up about Jin Zixuan’s reverse bisexual awakening where he’s like “I am not my womanizing father, I am into MEN and MEN ONLY” and Jiang Cheng is a very eligible bachelor and also a safe crush target because like, not as though he’s going to do anything about it. Just be awkward from a distance, which is as we know Jin Zixuan’s preferred method of dealing with feelings.

Be awkward and maybe try in peripheral awkward ways to impress him, which mostly just comes off as more arrogance and too-good-for-you posturing, which puts Jiang Cheng right off.

And then. Yanli. Blind-sided by Yanli feelings also and now he’s in a two-for-one Yunmeng Jiang crush situation. BAD. THIS IS BAD.

Which I guess what I’m saying here is that a Jiang Cheng/Jin Zixuan/Jiang Yanli V configuration has rights, apparently.

(As I’m writing this I realize that I mostly like this as a one-sided thing, which is very funny to me because I was going to say earlier that I’m actually more invested in the idea of Wei Wuxian/Jin Zixuan, hypothetically, but I think I like that one best when it’s a little one-sided too. So apparently I just want Jin Zixuan to, other than Yanli, only be interested in people who are not interested in him. Hm.)

#jiang cheng #jin zixuan #the sad queer cultivators show #ship opinions meme #THREE MORE OF THESE Y'ALL #anonymous #conversating

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alastorswifey · 4 years ago

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ai no scenario

ace trappola

full imagine

angst

play: believe- ken arai (switched)

.・゜-: ✧ :-　　-: ✧ :-゜・．

“why did you call me out this late?” ace chuckled, stuffing his hands in his hoodie pockets. his hair a mess, probably from rushing over to meet you. you looked up, clutching your coat tightly. you weren’t able to dress up properly so you went out to see ace in your pj’s. you looked up at the auburn haired male and smiled at him. ace flinched at your smile and instantly felt the butterflies he felt since middle school.

he walked up over to you as you opened your mouth to ask how he was. “of course i’m good,” he brightly replied, placing a hand on your shoulder. this was what he looked forward to during the holidays. he longed to see you ever since he was accepted into night raven college. while he may seem cheerful and bright and didn’t seem like he missed anyone in his hometown, the thought of you never left his mind. he kept asking himself how you were, if you were still healthy, if you were enjoying yourself. . . if you were happy with your boyfriend.

ace shook away the negative thoughts and swung an arm around you in a “friendly” way. you chuckled at his mannerism that you’ve oh, so missed. “hey, since it’s cold, let’s go inside somewhere.” the two of you walked inside a warm, cozy diner. you only then noticed it was the place you and ace would go to after school back in middle school.

“hm, let’s see. do you wan’t anything?” ace asked as he finished scanning the menu from the counter which snapped you awake from your daydream you slowly shook your head, keeping your mouth shut out of habit. you weren’t always told to voice out what you wanted and what you didn’t want and you grew used to it. “ah, table for two, please!” ace chimed, giving a grin to the waiter. he lead you two to a table in the back that was pretty secluded from the other tables but you didn’t mind. you did want some alone time with ace and to be free from the stress.

“wow, it’s really been a long time. i’m happy to see you. . .” he gave a warm smile, causing you to brighten up a bit. “but aren’t you supposed to be with you boyfriend?” that word caused you to flinch. right. you were supposed to be with him. you shook your head no and chuckled a bit. you really didn’t want to think about him right now. ace frowned and crossed his arms, “why? did you two fight?” you stayed silent and pursed your lips. ace let out an airy chuckle and moved his gaze away from you, “never mind, there’s no way you guys would fight.” he said, sounding convinced.

“hah. . . he’s amazing for tolerating your personality.” ace remarked in a teasing tone. he then darted his eyes over to you. you were still clutching your coat tightly, as if it was that important to you. an awkward smile plastered on your face. ace uncrossed his arms and leaned forward a little, “but, uh, why are you smiling like that?” you cocked an eyebrow. “smiling like what?” you spoke out for the first time you’ve seen him. your voice sounded raspy and dry, as if you just woke up from a long nap. “are you not feeling well?” he added, getting a tad worried. he noticed your other arm gently caressing your stomach. “does your stomach hurt?” he assumed that you were hungry but you didn’t really caress your stomach when that usually happens. “oh, is it sore?”

you flinched but it went unnoticed by ace. you nodded, “geez, i was worried! were you exercising and pushed yourself too hard?” you laughed and nodded. ace ran a hand through his hair and sighed, “it’s just. . . i can’t believe you’re exercising.”

“it seems like it was yesterday you insisted that breathing was an exercise,” he playfully added as you smacked his head. “hey, i feel bad that i’m going to say this, but i think i’m going to die from hunger. hurry up and order something!” he complained, passing you the menu. you rolled your eyes and skimmed through the list of food and drinks. seeing as there wasn’t anything that caught your eye, you looked up at ace. “what about you?” he cocked an eyebrow, “something i want to eat?” he inhaled slowly and smirked, “since you’re the one who asked me to meet you today, you’re the one buying, alright?” you rolled your eyes once more at his childishness and nonchalantly agreed. his eyes lit up, “oh, really?” he asked. ace then grabbed the menu from your hands and looked through it carefully while saying in a singing tone, “i’m gonna order something expensive~”

ace then frowned when he saw the prices, “man, since it’s a local diner, there isn’t anything pricey,” he groaned. he flipped to the next page and grumbled, “we should have gone to a place where they served cherry pie,”

“i’ll have a strawberry cheesecake and soda. how about you?” ace lowered the menu and looked at your small, frail figure. did you suddenly look fatigued or was that just him? he shook away the thought and expected an answer from you but what surprised him was that you didn’t order anything. “i’ll just share a cheesecake with you if that’s alright?” ace felt his face heat up but didn’t make a big deal about it. he always felt this way since middle school so he learned to control his emotions over the years.

ace ordered the food and turned his attention back to you, “hey, but are you really okay? you’re sweating. . . if you’re warm, take your coat off.” ace seemed to notice you hesitated in taking off your coat and thought of something in his mind which caused him to chuckle for a bit, “did you by any chance came to see me in your pajamas?” you looked surprised for a moment and tried to deny but ace cut you off, “that’s why you’re not taking it off, right?!” sheepishly smiling you scratched your nape. ace looked at you, “wow, look at you smiling.”

“wait, so i was right? man, how embarrassing. . .” ace chuckled. you clenched your fists and and smacked his hand. he looked shocked for a moment and flinched at your touch. no, it wasn’t because you haven’t come in contact with his hand in years, it’s because it really stung. “ah, shit. what the fuck? damn, your hand stings,” he pouted and blew on the spot where you hit his hand and then casted a soft gaze at you, noticing how you were caressing your arm as well. “does your arm hurt as well? but you only moved your arm for a little bit. . .” ace bit his lip, starting to get worried but then you blurted out, “oh, i was doing push ups! you know, trying to stay healthy and stuff,” you nervously said.

“hm, maybe your posture was wrong when you were exercising?” you quickly said no, trying to deny it. ace scoffed, not believing your claim, “yeah right, you look like you’re in so much pain right now.” he then reached for your arm to which you widened your eyes at, “let me see.” you quickly moved your arm away from him as he tilted his head in confusion. “why not?” he asked, getting irritated. you’ve been acting strange and he wanted to know why.

you didn’t reply and only shook your head, “i need to see where it hurts to try and figure out what’s wrong!” he stated, trying to convince you. “never mind, hurry up and take your coat off, you look like you ran a marathon.” ace reached to take your coat off but you started to scream and panic. ace leaned back down on his seat and was flabbergasted. “why are you screaming?” staying silent and knowing he won’t get an answer from you, he sighed, “forget it. i worry about you and you start to panic.” he sulked but then added, “does your boyfriend know?” you froze on the spot and abruptly shook your head, “you’re acting really weird, you know?” looking down, you waved your hand dismissively, “sorry. . .” ace sighed and put his hands on the table, “don’t do that.” confused, you looked at him. “do what?”

“don’t apologize. . . geez, i got the chills.” now ace knew something was definitely wrong. he knows you like the back of his hand. ace knows you wouldn’t apologize for a silly thing and that you have too much pride to do so. two years ago, you wouldn’t even say sorry for stealing the cherry tart he saved to eat after school.

the order then arrived and placed the items on the table. “ah, excuse me. can i get a bottle ope- ah, she left.” ace observed the glass bottle in his hands and passed it to you, “hey, open it for me?” you gave a look of disbelief, “why should i?”

“why not? you open it really well with a spoon!” you shook your head, “ah, do you think all men know how to open this bottle with a spoon? my hands are really pretty it’d be horrible if it got injured.” you gave him a blank stare, “does it matter?” he gasped dramatically, “of course! it doesn’t matter for you because your hands aren’t special.” even though it was a joke, you couldn’t help but feel something strike you. it was a familiar feeling, really. ace then dropped his facade, “why are you looking at me like that?” you stayed silent. as always. as you’ve always been the entire time you’ve spent with ace.

“loosen up the serious expression, you can’t even let me joke around,” ace tried to lighten up the mood but it didn’t seem like it would work so he dropped the topic. “anyway, open the bottle up for me.” you picked up the spoon and tried to open the bottle up. ace watched you struggle to open the bottle. after a few seconds of watching you suffer, he sighed and opened the bottle himself. you then rubbed your arm as it felt strained from forcing it to use too much effort.

“look at how weak your arm is, something is definitely wrong.” weak. that word hit you like a truck, especially coming from your best friend. “how did you injure yourself? did you do too many push ups, or did you lift dumbbells?”

“did you ask this just to see if it’s really injured?”

“of course i did. you just realized now?”

“what in the world did you do to become so weak?” he sighed, running a hand through is hair, messing it up a little bit more. “did you go to the hospital?” he asked as you shook your head in response. “hah, good job, hm?” ace said sarcastically, “not even going to the hospital when you’re in pain. . .”

ace then poured the soda into a glass cup for himself as you reached out to pour a cup of your own. he gripped onto your wrist and shook his head, “no, don’t drink this. you’re injured.” you glared at him.

“you must have the wrong impression, but even if you glare, it’s not at all scary.” you lowered your gaze at him, “one might even say you look ugly,”

it’s just a joke. it’s just a joke. it’s just a joke. you kept repeating the phrase in your head. you should not take his words seriously. ace has been known to tease a lot. this is just him fooling around. “really?” you whispered. ace took a sip of his soda and hummed, “yeah, do you know how much uglier your face gets when you glare?” you tried to ignore his comment but glared even more at him. if you continue to act the same, he wouldn’t notice your strange behavior.

“stop glaring. and go to the hospital tomorrow,” he stated, “and if you’re not in the hospital tomorrow when i call, i’m going to tell your boyfriend.” your eyes widened at his statement and you stayed silent. the color draining from your face. “what’s wrong? why do you look so pale all of a sudden?”

“huh?”

“your expression looked awful just now,” ace said, “why? were you upset because i said i’d tell your boyfriend?” ace noticed your expression once more. it looked sad and nervous. “hey, what are you thinking about now?”

you mumbled some words that didn’t quite reach him, “huh?”

“to be honest. . .”

“to be honest what?” ace urged you to continue. you pursed your lips causing ace to sigh in annoyance. he was finally going to get something out of you. “why did you stop talking? hurry up and tell me. . .” he said, softly this time. you kept quiet. “ah, if you keep doing this, i won’t be able to sleep at night!”

there was a pause before ace spoke up again, “why? did you fight with your boyfriend again?” you wanted him to stop mentioning that bastard. you wanted him to talk about something else instead. you hated living in silence.

“geez, you’re warm right? that’s why i told you to take it off ear. . . lier. . .” his voice went silent as soon as you slowly took off your coat, exposing the bruises your “boyfriend” did. ace was stunned. he didn’t know how to react. he didn’t even know who did this. “hey, why is your arm like that?” he couldn’t take silence for an answer. “why is your arm like that?! it’s all bruised. . .”

“who did. . .” realization hit him like a ton of bricks. how could he be so stupid. why did he have to leave you alone with him? why did he let you go? “ha, shit. . .” although there were people talking in the diner, it was dead silent in the area where you and ace sat. “where is that bastard?” you let out a sigh. you knew this would happen. although you hated the guy who abused you, you didn’t want to resort it with violence.

“calm down-”

“do i look like i can be calm now?” ace asked seriously, his voice lowering.

“wow, he. . . jesus christ,”

“tell me quickly. i’m. . . really angry right now,” he let out a sigh, trying to keep calm for your sake. “so, what happened?”

“he’s nice when he’s not drunk so it’s alr-”

“shit, what are you saying right now?” ace laughed in disbelief, “since he’s nice when he’s not drunk, you think that’s okay? if he drinks alcohol, you get beat up again. . .”

“hey why aren’t you answering? come to your senses! that bastard beats you up, don’t you understand the situation?!” a whimper was a response ace had. he felt guilty for yelling at you but he was currently being driven by emotions. he wanted to protect you. “i’m sorry. i shouldn’t be angry at you,” ace sighed.

“then earlier, when you said your stomach hurt, is it because you got hit?” a nod was all he got from you. you already reported him to the police so there’s no need for ace to go beat the guy up himself. ace didn’t need to even if you didn’t report the jerk. “wow, shit. he had put up such an innocent facade, but the state he put you in. . .”

“for the time being, you should stay at my house. your parents aren’t home until next week, right?”

“no, they aren’t” you said softly, before putting your coat back on. you were ashamed of the bruises he gave you. “but i could still just stay at home, you know?”

“no. not until he goes to jail, i’m not taking any chances,”

“for a guy’s house, it looks pretty clean,” you softly remarked, impressed. “i know right?! i don’t know why the girls won’t take me,” he pondered to himself. “never mind, your mom cleans up after you,” you joked, walking towards the sofa.

“that hurt, y/n,” ace fake cried, sitting on the sofa next to you. “oh, right. i’ll buy you medicine for those bruises. i’ll be right back!” as he got up, you grabbed him by the hoodie sleeve. “stay by my side. . . please.” if there’s one thing you should know about ace is that he has a soft spot for you. he always had. the fact that you looked vulnerable and broken right now tore him to pieces, and so he couldn’t refuse. “are you scared?” the tone of his voice wasn’t a teasing one, it was genuine concern, which caused you to tear up a little.

“yes. . .” you whispered, voice hoarse.

the two of you entered the bedroom and you freely laid down on his bed and felt safe within the warmth of his covers. “i’m just going to sit here. so, don’t worry and go to sleep.” your soft, e/c eyes met his cherry red ones. “why? do you want me to pat your back?” you nodded, shamelessly. as he started to gently pat it, a snicker came from you, “just for today, alright?!” he commented, getting defensive. he had never seen you happy since he arrived back home for the holidays. “even if i get the chills from doing this, i’ll do it for you just once!”

“are you laughing at me now?” he asked rhetorically as he heard your snicker turn into laughter. “i have girls lined up asking me to pat them on the back, you know?”

“pfft, nonsense.”

“non. . . nonsense?! hey, do you know how many girls say they like me?”

“you need a girlfriend. it’s been a while since middle school.” you answered nonchalantly. ace’s eyes widened in disbelief, “girl-girlfriend?! wow, look at you hitting where it hurts.”

“forget it, hm? you’re completely evil.” he scoffed and stopped patting your back. “oh, come on. i was joking.” you mentally rolled your eyes as you felt ace’s hand pat your back again. silence filled the room and only the sound of the air conditioner could be heard. ace subconsciously started to hum a familiar lullaby that he would always hum whenever you were scared of something during middle school.

a few moments passed and he stopped patting your back but stroked your hair instead, “it’s not your fault,” he softly began. “don’t blame yourself.” a sniffle came from you. you didn’t know how much you needed to hear those words so badly. hot tears started to stream down your face as your nose felt stuffy from suddenly crying.

“don’t cry,” ace tried to console you as his voice broke. he hated seeing you in this state, “if you cry, you’ll have nightmares. i’m not going any where. . . not anymore,” ace stated, trying to stop himself from crying.

minutes went by and ace noticed you were sleeping. “she’s sleeping. . .” the auburn haired male sighed. he walked on the other side of the bed to see your peaceful state. “look at those tear marks. . .” ace felt his heart ache. how much did he hurt you? how much did he hurt you that you hesitated to go to the police. ace felt like an idiot for letting you date him.

the three of you were the closest friends at the start of middle school. so when the douchebag confessed to you, ace knew he had to let go. you were so infatuated with him as well, he didn’t want to ruin the trio friendship so he watched you walk away hand in hand with someone else that wasn’t him. a few months later and he got a girlfriend of his own but that didn’t last long since he still longed for you. he waited for you. he waited for you for so long. but he knew he wouldn’t be chosen.

“you know. . . if i had confessed my feelings earlier, this wouldn’t have happened, right?” ace’s voice broke. eyes watering. he’s an idiot. he’s such an idiot. “i’m sorry,” he started, wiping his arm while stroking your hair, “i didn’t have the courage,”

“she’s sleeping so peacefully,” ace smiled to himself, noticing every detail of your face, “wait a little longer for me, y/n. after just a little while, i’ll confess then.”

sweet dreams.

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a/n: this is literally the longest imagine i’ve written man

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