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priestessame · 2 years ago

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CAN I REQUEST CEO CHILDE X SECRETARY FEM READER??? like they're in a relationship and they fuck privately

AHAHAH aren't we all suckers for that bossXsecretary roleplay. I made a little spin on the trope tho^^ hope you like it~

Warnings: Fem, AFAB reader, shameless smut, dirty talk, mean rough sex :(, penetrative sex, fingering, public sex? slight voyeurism, praise kink.

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What stood before you and your lovely long weekend was an obnoxious six-foot mass of pure muscle.

You were already kissing your drinking plan with Keqing goodbye when his head peeked over the doorframe of his cabin. The only splash of autumn in your painfully monochrome office, his blue eyes swept past your colleagues, settled on you and you knew you were in trouble even before he opened his mouth.

"Y/n," he said, his voice full of amusement.

This time you tried not to let him get to you, "Yes?" you replied sweetly.

His eyebrows rose lightly, deciding not to respond to that at all. He gave you a knowing look and you gulped down the profanities you wanted to scream at him.

You smiled painfully wide, "Yes, Sir?"

Tartaglia grinned, satisfied. "You sound surprisingly chirpy for submitting an incomplete report."

"That can't be right." You said at once before you could catch yourself.

You regretted it immediately, but obviously, he didn't. Tartaglia feigned surprise, mouth forming an 'o' as he dramatically placed a hand on his chest.

"Is that so?"

You bit the inside of your cheek, knowing that you had already thrown him a bone.

"Then am I to believe the report was complete but the numbers just magically evaporated off the file? pray tell, did the report also alter itself in an attempt to get home early?"

You pursed your lips, "No."

"No?"

"No Sir."

You watched the satisfaction of winning settle on his face, "Then you better get to it," he said not even trying to hide his smile. His eyes shifted toward the watch on his wrist. "If you can finish it by today that is."

His tone made your deskmate shuffle with concern. Lilian poked your arm the moment you saw his cabin door close behind him.

"Why do you test him?" Lilian wailed out.

You just rolled your eyes. Your deskmate (which Tartaglia most definitely only assigned to torture you more) was new. With a jumpy personality and a perpetually anxiety-stricken face, she seemed to actually take Childe seriously.

Unlike you.

"He's not even our boss." You said, and he wasn't really. Well, he was Now, but only because Zhongli was out on his business meeting in Inazuma. For some godforsaken reason, he had decided to hand over his duties to him.

"He is now," she said, big eyes watery with concern.

"not for long." You muttered under your breath. The arrangement was only until Zhongli came back... you hoped.

"That doesn't matter." She told you. "If you get in trouble with him, you're gonna get in trouble for real."

You sighed, pressing your fingers into your temple.

"I'll help you finish up your report!" she continued, "We should be done by 6, then just go to him and apologize and he'll overlook it!"

Lilian gave you an empathetic smile. Her fear of you getting in trouble with your 'Boss' was often endearing but it was starting to get under your nerves now.

It was just Childe, you wanted to tell her. Thick-skulled and dense, nothing you couldn't handle.

"Don't bother." You said,

The problem was that you were actually expecting Zhongli to give the title to you and not that attractive bastard. So as much as you hated to admit it, you were a little… jealous. So you couldn't help but be salty and mean about it.

You and Childe butted heads all the time, hazardously competitive with everything the other did. So much so that Zhongli had suggested (Threatened) to sign the two of you for a week-long HR program if you two couldn't find a way to productively work together. Thankfully for the mental health of everyone else in the office, you and Tartaglia had found a non-conventional way of doing so.

Like the time you tried to just stay out of each other's way, tried more open communication, or when you had ridden him in his office chair until he came in his pants- yeah. Were you proud of it? Not exactly, but had it fixed your little competition problem? yes, yes it had.

So when zhongli had introduced the new arrangement, Tartaglia's grin had been nothing short of demonic. The hard stare he had given you later wasn't exactly that of gloating. It felt as if something about being your boss had seemingly awakened something in him and it had made you squeeze your thighs together. You gave Lilian a shrug, "I'll handle it myself."

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Just entering his cabin sent chills down your spine. Archons, why did he like the Aircon to be that low? It was freezing in here. It really was a beautiful cabin, wide-spaced and high-rise, carpeted with the best rugs from Sumeru and other luxury items only the head of imports and exports of Lieuye harbor could ever afford. But the best part was the view of the glistening blue of lieuye harbor stretching before you as far as your eye could see.

The entire cabin smelled like him. His smell crawled up your body, going straight to your core, making you lightheaded. Tartaglia stood there in all his glory against the backdrop of the ocean. His unabashed smugness somehow made him look even more attractive. You tried to focus. Still hoping to catch up with Keqing for drinks.

"What about the issues with the report?" you squabbled. Childe gave you a small wink, "I just made that up." He practically pushed you over his desk. You yelped at his sudden action, looking back at him bewildered, "Here?" you squeaked. His palm spanked against your ass and you bit down your hand to keep from screaming.

"Embarrassed are we?" He chuckled, "Where does it all go when you're creaming around my cock?" You shot him an angry look. Well, he wasn't wrong but he didn't have to make it this fucking obvious. Not to mention you had never done it in the office especially with you bent over Zhongli's precious mahogany table he spent hours talking about. Oh, archons you were about to ruin his cabin.

"People" you gasped out, "still here." You said eyes pinning on the opaque walls of the cabin. Anyone could easily walk in-

"Oh please, acting all honorable now?" He mused, hiking your skirt up already. "You were literally sucking me off under the table yesterday."

"That was after hours." You chastised him quickly, "no one was outside." You said annoyed at how easily your face heated up with his words. Your eyes still wandered towards the blurry silhouettes you could see walking outside.

"it's almost time to go home." He said, pulling your attention to him again. Like that was any reassurance. "Everyone will leave soon."

"Not to mention-" This thump rolled over the dampness of your panties, "You seem to quiet like that thought." The cold air of the cabin kissed your exposed skin icily. He pressed into the curve of your ass and you groaned as you felt his warmth. His touch was still teasing as he dragged his fingers along your sides settling to knead into your hips. Your body caved into his familiar touch, relaxing as his fingers massaged into you slowly. He leaned against your back, pinning you on the damn mahogany table before you could interject. You hated how you became absolute putty in his hands.

You could feel his abbs as his torso lined with your back. The warmth radiating off his body almost blistering hot against your skin. He curved into you like he was carved out for you. You couldn't help but arch back into him, your body reacting naturally.

"so impatient?"

"Shut up" You bit back without an ounce of fire.

Tartaglia just chucked at your reaction. His fingers traced out your entrance through the fabric momentarily. Letting you buckle under the sudden stimulation, before hooking under the cotton fabric of your panties and pushing them aside.

His fingers brushed against your folds, "Seems like I just excited you. little voyeur"

He grinned down at you. he was so attractive it was physically hard to look at him. Still completely clothed, while you were exposed to him like the recreation of a pornographic video. Obviously Childe was eating it all up, practically gloating about how ridiculously wet this set up made you.

"T-take something off," You said breathlessly, "This is embarrassing."

"Sweetheart." he said looking down at you, "I don't think you're in the position to make that call anymore."

His fingers practically slipped from all the slick. He ran his fingers along your folds, lighty, still barely touching you. You squirmed under his teasing touch. He pressed his palm against your cunt, "Such a slutty cunt-" he mewled out, cupping your sex as he continued to degrade you. "Getting this wet for your boss." The whine formed itself from your lips, but you couldn't care anymore. The pads of his fingers getting sticky at he continued to grind his palm against your folds.

You were still bent over the table, half naked. You couldn't help bury your face in your arm and moan softly, the humiliation of the situation getting you wetter than you'd like to admit.

With his fingers stuffed in your cunt but it felt so good. Maybe he was right, you really were a sad little pervert and Tartaglia just knew how to make that side surface. "Getting shy again?" He said, noticing your gestures, "You see sweetheart, sluts that go this dumb just from fingers don't get to act all shy."

His palm slappedagainst your pussy and you saw stars. The tight coil in your stomach finally snapping from the pleasure as you came messily on his fingers. Your body trembled slightly as his fingers continued to fuck you through your orgasm. He looked at you with such passion you thought his gaze would actually sear into your skin. Parting your sensitive folds, he fucking loves how soft and mushy you feel, all he really wants to do is roll his tongue over your glistening core, eat you until you came on his tongue again.

But he had been ignoring the tent in his pants for too long, the binds of the clothing getting painfully irritable. The way he was grinding into you was going to chafe him if he didn't undress at this point.

But there was still one thing he wanted to do. "What are you..?" Your voice trailed off as pulled your wrists roughly, you yelped under your breath as he pinned them together. You looked up at him annoyed, but he just kissed your cheeks.

"I cannot believe you." You said as he coiled his yellow-gold tie, the one that you had gifted him, around your wrists.

You could practically feel his grin as he kissed up your neck, "can't have you squirming too much now."

Finally satisfied, he flipped you down on your back, sliding his fingers under your shirt reaching for your breasts. His slightest touch seemed to set your skin on fire. you gasped lightly as his thumb rolled over your areolas. This torture was getting too much, you yourself were 3 seconds away from begging, already feeling your core squeeze needily around nothing. So badly wanting to feel his fingers again. "Ajax-" you started But he shut you up again,

"Little voyeurs don't get to whine."

He said, slotting himself between your thighs. His fingers gripped your hips as he dragged his cock along your folds, slipping from your slick. The length kissed so deliciously into your clit before drawing back to your entrance.

his leaky tip teased your entrance and you cried out from the frustration, Archons you wanted to milk him for all its worth. "J-just put it in." You said, trying not to come off too desperate.

"Hmm?" I thought you were too embarrassed to do it here." He said, pulling onto your wrists, making your back arch into a painful curve. The build up was just too much.

You gulped down your pride, "please." You whispered out, you threw you head back to look up at him,

"Please put it in Sir~"

The way his gaze shifted told you, you had got him exactly where you wanted him.

"Oh girlie-" he started, his voice going so low it had you squirming again.

There was a sudden beep and you jumped.

"Easy~" Tartaglia growled out, pressing his weight ontop you lower back to keep you from falling off.

"It's just the intercom~"

Your eyes widened, Did he just say-

Tartaglia flicked a button before pressing his hand on your mouth. You gave out a moan just as Kaeya's flirty voice called out from the receiver.

"Childe, did you get the.... he voice drowned out as Tartaglia continued to get meaner by the second. you cried out into his hands as Tartaglia bottomed into you suddenly. Kaeya's airy voice suddenly halted erupting an uneasy silence from his side.

You couldn't help but tear up from the pleasure, shame long abandoning your body as your mind went foggy chasing your orgasm. Childe continued to set a harsh pace, pistoling into you. He seemed to have lost all the composure now that he finally finally felt your walls clamp down around his cock. The lewd sound of his hips slapping against your ass was anything but quiet. You were sure kaeya could hear it clearly through the phone, making you wonder why he even bothered clamping your mouth shut at this point.

"Just mail me back, once you're... done." Kaeya said breathily . The beep ended the call, but it didn't even matter to either of you.

"Sounds like we got him riled up too~" he mewled out. But the drag of his cock along your walls had you seeing stars, you could feel his shape inch ny inch.

"Fuck-" he growled out, "squeezing my cock like that, when I was talking to him."

As you neared your release you couldn't care anymore. Your back arched up to meet his hips.

Even if someone randomly came in only to see you sprawled out like that. You knew the humiliation of being caught fucking into you like this only made his cock harder. But at this point you couldn't blame him, you were getting just as ridiculously wet.

Couldn't have fallen for someone nicer.

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He snapped his hips back into yours and you whined out, your mixed juices dribbling down on the mahogany table, practically ruining the pants he had so smugly kept on. He grew more whiney as he came down from his high, his crude words turning into honeyed praises.

"Oh fuck I love your pussy so much, you're so perfect for me sweetheart."

he kissed down your neck, whispers still breathless as his mouth tried to find any skin it could. Your skin felt flushed hot as you came down from your own high. At this point you wanted him to peel off the unnecessary layers of clothes you had on. You rolled back into your back, looking up at Childe.

Of course he was just as hard as before, cock coated with a mixture of your releases. You could practically feel t twitch insatiably, aching to be inside you again. Sliding his throbbing cock back into you at a leisurely pace. The way he rubbed along your overstimulated walls made you curl your toes with pleasure. you threw your head back, letting it hang over the edge of the table. , but there was a sudden pause. you looked up confused.

At that point, you couldn't tell if you were hallucinating or ajax had actually fucked your brains out. Because you were staring back at your actual boss.

Zongli stood at the door frame, any concept of shame long abandoning you. Arms crossed across his broad chest. The slight twitch of his eyebrow was the only loss of composure he allowed himself.

The ends of his mouth were turned down, you realised this was the first time you had ever seen the man frown. If you didn't know any better you'd say he was fucking pissed. Despite the absolute humiliation of the situation you couldn't help but squeeze around ajax harder under zhongli's gaze.

Tartaglia's grip around your waist only tightened. "You're back early."

"We broke your rock." you babbled out, using your tied wrists to point at the paper holder that had rolled over.

He unclenched his jaw taut with anger, his gaze softened as it pinned on your face. Even sprawled out for that rascal, your clothes in a disarray, you looked that beautiful. He was almost guilted by his own thoughts, Of how much he hated how the rascal had found his way, if he must be so crude, into you before him.

"I see."

Your eyes wandered up to meet Zhongli's as the man neared you, cupping your face with a gentleness Ajax had denied you this entire time. His thumb brushed over your cheek lovingly, eyes almost overwhelmed with emotion. They shifted from your face, pinning Tartaglia in an angry stare. The other man just smiled back at him shamelessly.

You couldn't help but tremble at the softness of his touch, realizing you were not quite done with your working hours yet.

Not to mention, this might actually get you a raise.

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#zhongli genshin x reader #tartagalia smut #genshin tartagalia #genshin smut #genshin childe #childe x reader

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pompadourpink · 9 months ago

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hello ! what would you say are the beauty standards for girls in france ?

Hello,

I took a few days to think before addressing this question because the keyword is natural, which complicates giving a list. The main rule is that if you are going to do something, do it well or don't bother. Here are a few general notes:

Good skin, as we typically don't wear a lot of makeup and have a lot of excellent products/brands - we favour good foods and hydration (although many of us smoke)

Trimmed, maybe filled, natural-looking eyebrows

Thin, toned, surgery-free bodies - we are walkers

Groomed hands, filed nails (no chips)

Well-cared-for hair, short if you can't bother, in a low maintenance style, usually kept in its natural colour

I prefer to name things that can be worked on; of course, we could talk about things like racism and skin shades but I don't think your question is meant to be political. Here are a few elements from classic French style:

No heavy foundation, maybe concealer or BB, maybe nothing

Either mascara/liner or a red lip to dress the face, both are a bit much (as illustrated here with Garance Doré)

The rule of 3: an outfit usually has three colours or less

And also a single pop of colour, like a red shoe, or a pattern

We love a monochrome outfit

And a signature perfume (I mostly wear Libre by YSL, Alien Goddess by Mugler and Gentleman by Givenchy)

Simple cuts, quality fabrics, typically no fluff

We aim for comfort but chic out of respect: many tourists mention getting looks when they go to the bakery in pyjamas or sweatpants (we are the annoying people wearing a shirt and loafers at the airport)

Invest in nice blazers, coats, jumpers, and shoes, and avoid anything too tight or too oversized (the outer layer is typically the large piece and everything else fits well)

Jewellery is often dainty and minimal, maybe one big or more colourful piece here and there; as long as it doesn't wear you

Foreigners have been filming the people of Paris for inspiration, feel free to explore TikTok for more intel (Pinterest is also a good ally). Obviously, depending on people's cultures, personalities, desire to play with colours, cuts, styles, genders..., this is now one option amongst many others. You can look up Garance whose pictures I used in this post since she's a perfect example of the traditional style.

Hope this helps! x

#ask #culture #beauty

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ri47 · 10 months ago

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[Q1-2024] A RI47 Heavy Industries Not-Quite Quarterly Report: The Power of Paranoid Thinking

So let's do a quick summary to avoid scaring anyone: Ri47's fine, Rin's (hello!) health isn't really any worse than it usually is, no major projects have been cancelled besides a standalone short story, we have a new mascot, and we're staring down the barrel of several simultaneous releases. 2024, god willing, if all goes to plan, is set to be a busy year... but a normal year.

That's it! You can scurry along now if that covered most of what you were curious about. It's rambles past here.

I promised I'd put something together like this, and since I've set aside the time today, when better to make some announcements and clarify some things going on under the bonnet. It's nothing especially massive, but radio silence felt less ideal as an indicator of the fact I'm hard at work

Without further ado, let's get into the thick of it

A New Face

You might have caught that there's a new face around here. The girl in the black hat is named Łucja (/ˈwu.t͡sja/) and she'll be taking over as the actual mascot for Ri47 Heavy Industries going forward!

There were a lot of motivations around making Łucja, but it can mostly be boiled down to wanting a design to represent the creative side of Ri47 which also doesn't appear as a character in any of the works proper. As much as Pagan is a dear character to me, she's just not an excellent mascot (or author mouthpiece, given that she's an awful person lmao)

She's entirely monochrome, she's got a distinct funny hat, and her outfit is partially stolen from a band I enjoy. Perfect.

Additionally, Łucja is entirely incapable of death, although it still doesn't feel great. It's probably best not to bother her with that sort of thing.

What's up with VesalBlood?

The next chapter of ALTERNE: Diesem Fernen Traum is nearing its release (about 80% done), so if you've been following that series, I hope that's welcome news!

VesalBlood's releases slowed down a bit in the final months of 2023 and the early months of 2024. I wish I could say it was because I was working on something more impressive, but the actual reason is that money is money and I needed to work on projects which produced that sort of thing

There is no actual hiatus on VesalBlood besides my usual glacial pace, but I'd be lying if I said that my work hasn't been eating into my ability to write at the pace I'd like. It's neither here nor there, but it simply is

In a perfect world, I'd probably devote all my time to finishing one long-term project at a time, but that's just not a viable way to be a working artist of my type under any economic system at the moment. The Kishar System setting survived the latter years of my schooling, so rest assured it's not going anywhere unless I go somewhere as well

There may be a few surprising announcements relating to VesalBlood coming at some point in the next few months, but there also might not. To keep a little transparency here, it largely depends on whether I get some calls back

What's up with Armored Blade Jetkaiser?

Armored Blade Jetkaiser continues apace, albeit I've had to delay it a bit as well, due to some surprise complications necessitating the reworking of some key aspects of the combat system

I'm still weighing whether I want to release the first pre-release editions without the dogfighting ruleset to get it out the door faster, but it feels like that'd be a bit of a betrayal. Maybe I'll put it up to a poll soon? Who knows.

At any rate, Armored Blade Jetkaiser is Armored Blade Jetkaiser, and that means it's a solo project that I'm working on in my second layer of free time (what I do after I do the things I do in my free time) so it was always bound to be a little extra slow

What's up with OMEN/CONSTANCE?

OMEN/CONSTANCE is coming. No delays are expected, because I didn't actually set a release date. At any rate, it's coming about as fast as expected!

It should be entering the final stage of work soon, since we're only a song or two short of release. Look forward to it! There might be a few surprises on this one

RI47? In My Project?

While I'm not at liberty to discuss the specifics of it quite yet, I'm going to be featuring on a few projects! Watch out! Or don't! I'll be here, regardless. I'll make a point of saying more once I can.

As it stands, the projects are game-related, and I don't have to actually make the games for once

Lovely! Lovely!!

Wrapping Up?

Mostly! Before I forget, I'll probably throw Chivalry Without Honour on Bandcamp as a single at some point in the next few days. If you enjoy that track, you can pick it up, probably!

Also, I've finally worked out the ideal portion of salt to cut the burnt taste from my instant coffee! I won't write it down here, because discovering that is an important (and personal!) milestone in every frugal caffeine addict's life, kinda like learning which brand of inexpensive vodka won't make you sick.

You've really gotta learn it for yourself! But it's worth it!

See you soon!

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clockworkcourier · 1 year ago

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The staircase up to the observatory is excruciating. Max tries to turn his hearing aids off to block out the noise, but his Shadow is a step and a half ahead of him, filtering sounds directly into his brain matter. Jeering laughter, scorn, rage, cold dismissal—words in German and English and shadowy flickers of signing hands—all inescapable.

You're never leaving this place—

—only an inconvenience!

—wish you'd never been b—

He can't hear us anyway, so don't bother—

—hate the way you look at me like that!

—slow to develop. Some children just advance differently, like—

Too bad! Maybe you could have made something of yourself if you had just—

He tries to block it out with anything. Hearing aids off, hands over his ears, eyes screwed shut; finally he dissolves into wails, then screams until his voice goes hoarse and he can't go on. His legs stumble on the stairs, hard edges biting into his knees. Tears burn, then itch on his face. All he wants to do is curl in on himself and wait until his Shadow finally finishes him off for good.

But every time—every time, he makes it to the observatory.

It becomes clear that his Shadow doesn't want to kill him directly. Instead, it wants to make his despair so poignant, so viscerally real that when it finally shows him the observatory in all its beauty, Max will finish himself off. The staircase is a reminder of how awful his life's been up until this point, but gazing up at the indifferent heavens through the telescope's lens, seeing how beautiful everything is beyond his tiny world—who wouldn't want to find it for themselves?

"All you have to do is take the leap," his Shadow tells him, grinning behind the shadow of the telescope. It gestures to the doorway leading out to the balcony, and Max knows the railing is waist-high. It wouldn't take much to—

"No," Max replies. He says it every day, every time his Shadow brings him here.

"It will only hurt for a moment. A pang, and then bliss. Then that," it replies, gesturing up to the glittering canopy of stars, nebulas, galaxies. Everything Max has studied throughout the years, yearned for.

Max stays silent. Every day.

His Shadow breaks into a wide smile that would never fit on Max's face. Its eyes look owlishly huge behind its glasses, labcoat hanging loosely on its shoulders. "Besides, what's waiting for you back home? More of the same? Parents pitting you against a sister who hates you? People who couldn't care less if you lived or died? When you die here, it'll take weeks for anyone to notice. But out there—" It points back at the heavens. "You'll be infinite, Max. Everywhere and nowhere all at once."

And Max does what he always does. He stands up, feeling a resolution that doesn't belong to him—hope, he thinks—and turns his back on his Shadow. He goes back downstairs, down to a quiet, dark level of the observatory that looks like a monochrome version of his office at the engineering firm.

Tomorrow, he'll climb those stairs again, subjecting himself to torture until his Shadow makes those beautiful promises.

And tomorrow, one more time, he'll hope someone comes to help.

#oc: max adler #persona au #cw for suicidal ideation

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elegantautoretail · 4 months ago

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batbeato · 1 year ago

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persona 5 tactica update: at the final dungeon (I'd presume) with angel boi.

i hate it here.

first of all, the design of the final dungeon is... interesting. I understand what they're going for - the characters even explicitly said it: that it's meant to be boring and ugly and same-y because that's what stagnancy is like - but it doesn't change that it... is boring and ugly and same-y in a very unappealing way.

in the same way, I understand what they're going for with the boss gauntlet, but I also... dislike it. I don't think just reskinning the bosses to be silver like this is goddamn inverse-xibalba (...I'm so sorry for comparing this place to xibalba persona 2 I love you xibalba and your metal recreations of figures of trauma) is that interesting. I would have really liked it if they made new (can still be monochrome/silver!) twisted/distorted designs of the previous bosses, or at least modified the designs slightly more, to really hammer home that these are just recreations Salmael made without the glimmer-glammer-oomph-whatever of Toshiro's memories.

in addition. having Toshiro join the party was really... interesting. the reveal that Elle was actually his Persona was very ??? and even the game talks about how it's such a special unique case. so. don't think I even need to go there. they really put themselves in a corner idk. it also doesn't make a ton of sense to me that you can still use Elle as an individual unit but also have Toshiro in the party using her as a Persona, but. okay.

Toshiro had a mask for .5 seconds that he ripped off during his Persona awakening and then just never got a Phantom Thief outfit of any kind. anything to spice his design up. even just a goddamn PHANTOM THIEF CODENAME. NOPE!! It honestly feels like an act of laziness or oversight, since this is one of the things the game didn't even bother to explain! unlike how kindly it tried to explain Elle and the Kingdoms.

the reveal, btw, that the Kingdoms were just... made by Salmael to break Toshiro's spirit is something. as is that Salmael is THIS obsessed with one man. even the man that's going to be prime minister. seriously. why not bother some billionaire with tons of financial power who could easily end world hu - nvm I'm giving it too much credit. gotta dial it back. anyway.

I don't mind Salmael as a concept. at this point we are all used to the obligatory world-ending god final boss in Persona. it's a requirement for any given Persona game. I do mind how Salmael gets to be responsible for Everything and how his existence gets to wave away any more interesting worldbuilding about Kingdoms. I was really hoping we'd get something about, idk, remnants of Shido's faction doing experiments on Shido's successor or some shit. nope. To be fair maybe I will get that. I haven't fully cleared the game yet. But thus far, nope.

Another thing that interests me is just how much... better a fit for this game's protagonist/focus Eri seems to be. she wants to be a journalist - super fitting for the PTs. she has a strong sense of justice. she got screwed over in the past and framed for a crime she didn't commit (like Joker!). she's so cool. why is Elle just here to be Toshiro's pet Eri. why is Toshiro the main guy and not her cute traumatized boyfriend she has to save.

Oh, and another thing! So many interesting things this game gives me to think about! Why is Toshiro's Persona of the opposite gender to him...? I think that this is like, a single case of this occurring, or else just generally rare since I don't remember any instances (outside the wildcard protags taking on female Personas). Personally I think it's funny to imagine that Toshiro is trans or some flavor of genderqueer and hasn't realized it yet. I know it's probably meant to be some romantic BS but in my dreams... Idk maybe Toshiro's gay and Toshiro's 'attraction' to Elle/Eri is because Toshiro wants to BE her. In my dreams.

Since I've been working my way backwards, it seems: Toshiro's Shadow. Oh, Toshiro's Shadow. He doesn't make any sense. He doesn't have any internal logic. He expresses "ohhhh we got Eri hurt we're so baddddd" and then five seconds later "ohhh Eri is so badddd with her rebellious ideaalssss". The game is like "oh yeah this is Toshiro's Shadow totes for reals" and I'm sitting here going "no this is clearly some shit evil god-angel bitch made up to fuck with Toshiro. this is nothing like anything Toshiro has ever said ever". It sucks. Reminds me of Persona 4, in a bad way.

Usually I try to put some positives in these posts to not be too negative towards the game. It's a little difficult this time since I am now FORCED to have Toshiro in my party even if I would rather leave his ass to rot. I dislike having him there and would very much like to continue my fun routine of rotating party members around to get to play with everyone. He disrupts this by never going tf away. Game didn't even force me to use ELLE most of the time and yet now I always have to use Toshiro. Man...

Well. I did finally change the game's difficulty from Normal to Hard. I thought I wasn't that good at strategy games, so it might just be that the game's difficulty curve isn't quite right. That, or I'm actually good at the game. Not sure which. Anyway the seratonin hit of making giant-ass All Out Attack triangles to hit ten million enemies with at once? Addictive. Beautiful. Best part of this game.

#persona 5 tactica #persona 5 tactica spoilers #p5 tactica #persona 5 #i almost feel bad for toshiro at this point man #like I would love to like him. I just need him to not be so central to the plot I think #my brain latches onto shit I shouldn't like. like adachi #I miss adachi so much every scene with him was a double layered comedy #give me back problematic middle aged babygirls with cabbage issues #tactica is still better written than persona 4 though thank goodness

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nono-bunny · 10 months ago

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The Heartful Communes are such a weird change imo, they seem considerably less practical and easy to use (while holding something in one hand, a close up shot literally has Nagisa have to use the hand that's meant to be occupied to open it). They also don't look great? The Card Communes had a sort of charm to them, the Heartful ones mostly just look shiny and plastic-y. It's obviously a merch thing, but they fr skip over how and why the change happened way too quickly. Like, Mipple and Mepple basically completely changed bodies and it's barely addressed? It's strange!

The new designs for the girls are ok, honestly- they're barely different and I feel like maybe they should've been? I don't hate them, honestly they're just kind of okay, which is pretty much what I thought of the original ones haha. They're cute, but nothing extraordinary- they mostly become really cool together though, which is a great success at the desired effect.

Marble Screw Max though? Yeah, I genuinely HATE that one. Everything else was mostly strange or confusing, but this one feels actively worse. It literally doesn't even look like a screw anymore- that was the whole point of that attack! It looks much more like a monochrome Rainbow Storm, right down to the awkward "putting the hands forward, taking them back, then bringing them back forward again" thing I already hated. Also, and this genuinely really bothered me- it's mostly just... White with some black flavoring, and it all just looks and feels so much worse! It's especially weird because I know that this season is gonna focus much more on Nagisa than on Honoka (which is. Fine, I don't dislike Nagisa, I just... Like Honoka better and feel like she already deserved a bit more focus in the first season, especially given that she tended to have the more interesting episodes), so having their joint attack lean way more into Honoka visually feels truly strange. Like, is she for some reason more powerful now...? Was it an attempt to give a little love to Honoka since Nagisa gets so much more focus? Or did they just think it looked cooler like that? It doesn't, it 100% looked and felt better when the colors were balanced, so. The whole thing truly baffled me, ngl.

Anyway even though I only took a couple hours worth of break between the two seasons, I was still definitely happy to see Porun again, and given that he seems to generally not be very well liked... I'm hoping I'll also like this season which a lot of other people seem not to? But tbf, the second half of the first one was indeed kinda rough (I enjoyed all of it, but it definitely lacked a sense of progression and rising tension) so I think it's probably all gonna come down to if I like Hikari or not- I feel like I will, but who knows? I thought I wasn't gonna like Porun and he immediately caught my heart, I thought the Three Seeds would have LITERALLY ANYTHING going for them, so like. Evidently my first impression was off before haha! On the surface this definitely looks like a fun season though, so here's hoping!

Anyway I'm really enjoying reading your posts after I watch each episode- I feel a bit bad because I kinda forget to interact most of the time tbh, and I also don't wanna spam you with likes but! I'm really enjoying this blog and hearing the thoughts of someone more familiar with the franchise than me, it's really interesting and it adds some extra fun after the episodes are over! I saw on your update blog that you're kinda stuck with a movie review rn which is why daily updates haven't happened in a while, and I'm definitely not looking forward to when I get ahead of you- which, unless I take a big hiatus or something, is honestly very likely given my pace, oof. Anyway, good job on these, they make for a really fun accompaniment even for first time viewers!

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Episode: Futari wa Precure Max Heart 01 - “Yep, We’re Still Precure! The Legend Continues Forever!” Date watched: 5 June 2018 Original air date: 6 February 2005 Screenshots: https://imgur.com/a/JevHFWz

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nunkisketches · 6 years ago

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Part 2/2

Yeah no color ‘cause coloring this would have take way too much time.

Edit: on the 4th panel it's: «Let me BE your light» my dumb ass forgot a word

#blind kacchan au #bakudeku #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #bnhart #myart #digital art #hope that monochrome doesn't bother you #but I wasn't motivated to color it #coloring is the part that I like the less in drawing actually #maybe because I'm bad at it

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selarina · 3 years ago

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Warmth

→ Levi Ackerman x Fem!Reader

Chapter 1

Series Masterlist | AO3 link

Summary: Levi comes to understand second chances, dreary yearning, and comfort.

Chapter summary: Seven months after the incident, Levi is still experiencing the effects of his injury. Oh, and he misses you.

Word Count: 5.3k words

Content Warnings: childhood friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, fluff, eventual smut, description of injuries, headaches, levi is injured, high school au, eventual college au, possibly medically inaccurate

(warnings will be added as I progress with the story)

Author's Note: Well, it's finally here. There's a prologue painting a picture of how the injury happened. It's linked on my pinned post but I'll create a masterlist for this series soon.

Final year of high school

Levi entered the otherwise crowded cafeteria, looking misplaced in the vibrant crowd. He was clad in his monochrome outfit, a neutral expression gracing his face. He never really understood the practicality of the placement of the tables here, but now, he has a newfound appreciation for their erratic placements that make each table far apart from the others.

He has to push himself to regain consciousness to pause from glaring at his dismal excuse for lunch. At his first glance at the hall, he discerns the blur of a bright red standing out to him unusually. Blinking away the blurriness, he notices an even brighter, golden hair that is accompanying the wearer.

He is turning towards Levi now. It isn’t like he can make a run for it now. Fuck.

"Levi, come over", Erwin yells out to him upon easily distinguishing Levi in the crowd. He espies the other occupant accompanying him on the table, their clamorous energy detectable from a mile. Hange.

He ignores his invite, making his way over to a table that is relatively unoccupied and closer in proximity.

Now, Levi could be a dick sometimes, but he wouldn't normally do anything like that, but his head was aching more than it usually did, and the Tylenol he took this morning didn’t help with shit. He was irritable, more than usual, at least. He wasn't really looking forward to their sorrowful expressions when he would inevitably have to ask Hange to tone it down. He doesn't see why it was warranted with him when they didn't give Miche the same shitty look when he asked.

He captures the sound of giggling before he can see it – two people, he presumes. He hopes they’ll walk past his table. He takes notice of his feet tapping, he sets a hand down on his thigh to still his unbeknown motion. Looking up again, he resumes tapping his feet, with more evenness this time.

Two girls approach his table, evidently oblivious of his presence. The first girl with auburn hair that looks crispy enough to burn in the sun, looks up at him. She holds his eyes for only a second before she is getting her plate up in haste, almost as quickly as she set it down on the table. The other girl whose features he did not bother taking into account, follows suit, but she seemed fairly confused.

He couldn’t say he blamed them. 7 months after the incident and Levi’s a really shitty person.

"He’s having a character development moment. I forgive you for your rude comments, Levi.", Isabel beamed out to Furlan, who has been visibly expressing his distaste towards Levi’s change in behavior. “But say something like that again, and I will be kicking your shin”, her grin only grows wider at that and he finds himself finding it plausible enough to happen.

Isabel’s fully convinced he’ll find the light of life, and change his entire being or something along those lines. Levi thinks he’ll get there when his head will stop its throbbing.

He’s not really aiding his case though, he doesn't sleep at night. But, he would if he fucking could, okay? With the aid of drowse-induing meds, the headaches become mildly bearable but they don’t cease to fully exist.

To reach the horrible conclusion: he doesn’t sleep to cease the headaches and he can’t sleep at night because of the headaches. It’s a real fucking paradox.

A few minutes into his introspection, he notices a figure in his peripheral vision. They come and seat themselves across him.

He looks up begrudgingly, putting no effort to conceal the harshness in his expression.

It’s you.

It's you.

He is looking at you, eyes unblinking, and capturing for long, few seconds. He is waiting for you to say something. He’s certainly not going first. I mean, what’s he supposed to say? I’m sorry for pushing you away all this time. I miss you. Please leave me alone. I want you back. Please.

The two of you just stare at each other and Levi’s starting to feel awkward. He thinks he should probably say something, but it was you who came to him. You probably came with a certain intention.

You look pretty, he notes meanwhile. Well, you always did look appreciable as a person when subjected to the judgment of appearances, but you looked pretty today.

Maybe it’s an added effect of the long gap since he last saw you in person. He has noticed you in hallways since the two of you stopped talking, but he usually just brushed past you, so there was not enough time to notice much. Like how your hair has grown and has gotten a bit uneven since he last saw you, or how the top you’re wearing is something he hasn’t seen ever before.

He doesn't think he deserves to look at you anyway, so he averts his gaze back at his lunch, as he's practiced for the previous several months.

You are still not saying anything – he looks up again, only to see if you were still there. You were.

You look older, as is expected with time. But there was something suffocating about you, he didn’t feel suffocated in your presence. He just found that you looked suffocated, in your posture. Your shoulders were tightly bunched like you were mulling over something. You're fidgeting with your hands, with the sleeve opening of your long-sleeve shirt. It looks warm and comfortable on you, but you don't look comfortable in it.

He hopes it isn’t because of him, but it most likely is.

“Hi”, at the sound of that, he almost stood up to walk away.

“Hey”, he replied flatly.

“Luna misses you. You should come over to see her, she’ll appreciate it”, you mirror his flat tone, leisurely inspecting your nails. A calming mechanism, he remembers.

Right, your dog misses him. She probably does, but how would you know? Maybe you do know. He recalls being 12 years old, convinced that you could read Luna’s mind.

Now, he’s not sure why he is saying this because he could just get up and leave, it wouldn’t be out of character. It certainly wouldn't make situations worse than it already is for the two of you. But it’s you and he misses you and your dumb dog.

“Today?”

“Today”, you honor him with a faint smile. It's been a while since he's seen you sporting that, even if it does look rather contained when in comparison to the wide toothy grin he's used to seeing.

You rush to join a couple of your friends after adding, “Wait for me after school, I’ll be out at 3. Enjoy your lunch.”

He remembers them, your friends, but he doesn’t really care for them at this moment. He isn’t sure what to make of this. He's not sure if this is a second chance at relighting your friendship with him, maybe it’s closure, or maybe it’s actually just your dog missing him and he’s reading into it. He's not sure about anything at this moment.

–

After school, he waits outside the campus, underneath the cherry blossom tree. It’s where you usually met him back when the two of you would walk back home together every day. He’s not sure if you even remember to come here but he waits here anyway. Because maybe he didn’t want you to show up at all.

Or maybe he wanted to know if you still remembered your everyday routines when it involved him, maybe that would make him feel less shitty about himself or even worse. He can't tell.

His head's fucking pounding against his skull, and he can call this off and go home now. He can. But he’s feeling braver and rather desperate, so he waits instead.

He moves a few steps forward to step away from the shade, standing right beneath the faint sunlight. It’s warm enough to serve somewhat as a palliative for his headache. It gradually dispels the anxieties he has managed to accumulate over the day. It felt familiar, the warmth, like he could stand in it for hours while slowly melting into a pool of warmth himself.

He averts his head slightly, watching as the group of students leave the gate with their respective friends, and he thinks maybe the familiarity lies with waiting for you after school.

“Ready to go?” an overly breathy voice reaches him from behind.

You are 15 minutes late, which was to be expected. It’s why he showed up 10 minutes late himself. You and your shitty time management habits manage to piss people off to no end, but he’s used to it. He knows that when you said 3, you actually meant 3:10.

Well, maybe he miscalculated because you arrived at 3:15, but it’s been a while since he’s had to consider you in his routine.

He nods but does not turn to face you. He’s not necessarily eager to experience the influx of desperation all over again, as he did in the cafeteria. He's sure he cannot avoid your gaze for the rest of the day but he'll try for as long as he can.

After a five-minute walk in silence, barring the frequent sound of cars passing by, the two of you arrive at your doorstep. And suddenly, he feels guilt. He realized he didn’t just abandon you, he abandoned your family. The one that nurtured him with love over the years.

With the fresh orange slices that your father placed for the two of you every evening, even though Levi knew it was more for him than for you.

With the fresh linen sheets, your mother laid out for him whenever he stayed over when his mother asked for them to let him stay. He insisted on staying alone at his house, yet he invariably ended up in your linen-clad guest room bed.

With twitching his lips into a rare smile at your brother’s initial awestruck expression from when Levi agreed to help him practice for the try-outs.

With your dumb dog’s ever-growing curiosity for the most mundane shit ever when she would accompany him on walks because you were too lazy to take your own dog on a walk.

With the warmth that emanated from your room, from when you would force him to sneak into your room from the guest room. You would both lie on your bedroom floor at 2 am, thinking and feeling like poetry. As you got up to open up the window, he would watch the ceiling, as the cool night drifted in to engulf him with warmth, not the warmth that came from the searing sun but the warmth that came from the comfort you leisurely provided for him.

“You can leave your shoes on the rack outside, and you can use the washroom to your left to clean up.”, you say and Levi wants to tell you that he knows, he’s done this only a thousand times, but he thinks that would piss you off, which would piss him off, in turn.

He just nods and does what he’s told.

He can hear your muffled greeting to your brother who seats himself on the living room's pale sandy fawn sofa. He might be leaving for practice, as Levi peaked a brief glimpse of the familiar sportswear. He feels guilt, yet again. He isn't sure how many of your brother's matches he has missed at this point, but he believes your brother would understand. That isn't as reassuring as it seems, it makes him feel all the more worse.

He steps out of the washroom and he feels a bit out of place and finds that your brother isn’t there anymore. He must have taken off, ever the hard worker.

“Water?” you gesture to the empty cup in your hand. “No, thank you”, he says as though he’s not parched.

The air feels comfortable to be in, his headaches a bit mellow.

“Where’s Luna?”, he wants to get this over with. He has an inkling that you didn’t just call him because you could read Luna’s fucking mind. Luna’s an idiot and has most likely mistaken Nile for Levi. He wonders if Nile has been here. He finds solace in the fact that he couldn't have possibly been here more than Levi has. And now he wants to punch himself because he was very close to actually doing the math of the years in his head.

As though you were all part of a well-timed play, Luna comes dashing through at the mention of her name. She knocks Levi down in less than three seconds, and he attempts to contain his hissing, but everything still fucking aches.

He's not as agile as he once was, and if he's being honest, his legs forsake him more often than not. He can no longer impulsively decide to walk over to Furlan's apartment only to save money on gas; he can't afford to, as his legs would give up halfway through the journey.

He tries not to focus on the throbbing sensation his head inconveniently provides him. He has to go through with this. It’s the least he could fucking do.

He feels compelled to grovel and beg for forgiveness. And, besides, he's already on his knees for you right now, but he’s not sure if he’s deserving of the opportunity to beg for it.

He feels Luna’s weight shift on his leg and he’s preventing himself from leaving out the yelp that almost left his mouth.

“Levi! Are you uncomfortable? Is Luna hurting you?” you move towards him with worry etched onto your features. It’s the first time you’ve abandoned the monotone today, intonation adjoining your sentences.

The light is unflattering on your face from this angle. You look nice, even still.

Fucking hell. He forgot about how active your dog was. He contains another hiss as he feels her press against his ankle this time.

“I’m fine. I’ll be leaving now. I hope my services satisfy your dumb dog”, he sets himself on his feet, gently pushing Luna away with his hands as he ignores the way he felt his head dizzy in motion.

You gasp. Ever the histrionic. "She. Is. Not. Dumb," you say emphatically, tortuously accentuating every word.

At that, he rolls his eyes quite emphatically for someone who called you histrionic. He waits for it. Your face is scrunching up, your eyelids reaching the apple of your cheeks. Here we go-

“You’re a remarkable, curious, truly gifted, and exceptionally exceptional dog. Aren’t you, baby?”

It's your version of a dog voice that always manages to send him into a cardiac implosion. He convinced himself that your house had residues of some weird cardiac-inducing substances littered around the living room during the initial few times he started witnessing the horror that was your dog voice. It took him three years to come to the conclusion that he might be possibly inclined towards liking your voice when it comes out all uncaring and affectionate. And…cute.

You turn to him and he feels like it’s been forever since you actually looked at him. “I’m dropping you back”, you add despite rushing back to the kitchen.

“I live next door. I can walk myself just fine”, he says as he stands up to brush off specks of fur, but you’re quick, holding a brindle-colored cloth bag and heading out the door, as though his protests seem to fall to ostensibly ignorant ears.

The two of you reach his doorstep and you make no move to join him inside. He’s glad you didn’t barge in like you usually used to, his place doesn’t exactly live up to his cleaning standards, and he doesn’t really want you of all people to witness that.

“Here, take this”, you hand him the bag you carried from the kitchen. “It’s soup, the one dad used to make. I tried to make it myself so for all I know, it’s, uhh, terrible”, you add for his own safety.

“Could have just given me some from Sunday’s batch”, he was genuinely confused.

Your father always made soup on Sundays to give some out to the homeless shelters, it was a weekly tradition that you adopted at the age of 6. But when Levi came into the picture, your dad would save some leftover soup for him. Just like that, it became this tradition between the two of you.

He would leave after practice and come over to your place, disrupting the thoughtfully organized wood pieces that you carved your engravings on. Ever the opportunist, you were planning on selling them and saving money for food. It would piss you off when he would walk in abruptly, he didn’t necessarily do anything but it would still disrupt your mind, and you would get jittery and annoyed. He would go to the kitchen and get you some soup. You would immediately go back to the way you were when nothing happened but he would still be forced to take home all the ruined engraving you made when he was gone to fetch the soup. Not that he was complaining really. They were abominations. Too unsymmetrical for his tastes but you made them.

You don't provide a response to his inquiry.

“I’ll see you, Levi”. He watches as you step back to take your leave. You eye the bag that sits neatly in his arms, jerking your head up to meet his eyes. He looks away at the tree standing at a distance. He misses the sad smile on your face as you turn to take your leave.

He goes to bed with warm soup calming his mind, hoping he’ll really see you again.

–

He does see you again. You appear from time to time to join him for lunch. You don't initiate conversations, other than brief small conversations about the class before or after lunch. He interprets this as a message not to start anything himself, no matter how much he wants to. He doesn't understand why you felt the urge to rekindle your friendship. Is he even allowed to call it that? But he realizes he shouldn't be questioning what he's been wanting all along.

Somedays, you accompany him on walks back home, and on some nights, he can sleep for a good three hours, which is a lot for Levi.

He wouldn’t claim that the two of you are back to the way you were before everything took place, but he believes that even a semblance of your return contributes to something. He’s not entirely sure what that is, but he has an inkling. And he's certain that just thinking about it would cause him to have a full-fledged panic attack. So he doesn't, but it sneaks up on him on a few sleepless nights.

He decided to take a nap, or rather his body chose to lose against his exhaustion today. After all, three hours of sleep is not exactly ideal either. But he focuses on the progress aspect of it.

Waking up from his nap. He is greeted by the strident sound of his phone ringing, he really needs to change it from the default setting. He hates it. He lets it ring because he needs time to reconnect with reality, but mainly because he knows it might be Kenny. It is a Saturday after all, occasional check-ups from Kenny were frequent on a rare few Saturdays. He knows he should pick up, but he’s also aware it’ll just contribute to him feeling shittier somehow.

He uses his core muscles to rise up, not straining his feet. He makes himself lean against the headboard, cushioning his hair, and ruffling it erratically at the back as he moves around to find the right comfortable spot. He is accustomed to not waking his neck first, it hurts to do so sometimes. He’d rather not take the chances.

Glaring at his phone to adjust his eyes, he recounts the fact that it was a Saturday and glances back at the clock to notice that he has slept through lunch. Then, he hears a ping! from his phone.

9 messages and 1 missed call

He’s finally using his phone now. He’s not entirely happy with his whole experience with the device but you’ve been texting him as of recently.

He reluctantly opens his messages.

Erwin Smith (Paradise High School)

4:09 pm: We are meeting today at Trost Cafe. We may watch a movie at Nanaba’s after. You’re welcome to refuse, but we would like it if you could make it.

Hange Zoe (Paradise High School)

4:15 pm: LEVI

4:15 pm: LECVI

4:15 pm: LEVI

4:17 pm: i know erwin told you already but i wanted to let you know that we,re going to Nanaba’s and that tea shop you reallu like is nearby so you can buy some if you show up todayyy

4:17 pm: pluss you get to see me. isnt that a delight on its own (￣∇￣)

Brat

4:30 pm: hey levi, I can’t join you today since I’m meeting up with the group

4:30 pm: unless, I see you there?

Hange Zoe (Paradise High School)

4:32 pm: LEVI i can see that youre online you know!!!

4:32 pm: ALSO, she’s coming today so you should consider it!

She.

He doesn’t get why Hange thinks he’ll show up just because you’re showing up. He doesn’t like the implication of that. He really needs to block Hange, but he can never bring himself to do it – just in case something happens. He will end up muting her chats after today though.

—

Against his better judgment, he agrees to attend. He's dressed in a well-thought-out outfit, consisting of a black shirt and black slacks. Truly revolutionary for the fashion industry. He likes the way it feels on his skin, okay? He’s keenly aware that it sits on him. He’s also barely aware that it’s there at times. It just works.

He barely remembers going up and greeting the group. However, he vividly remembers that you were wearing that ring he bought for your 16th birthday. It’s nothing grand, it’s a simple, randomly engraved silver ring that is now lacking its luster, blemished with darker shades of grey along the edges of the engravings, he cannot help but think of a certain uncanny resemblance.

He pushes that thought away to focus on the ring. He remembers how you told him you wanted opulence on your 16th birthday, as though that occasion meant something more than it actually meant to you. He’s certain it was the peer pressure aspect of it all, but he wasn’t going to falter from giving you what you asked for.

Time passes and he’s suddenly beside Miche at Miche’s fairly clean apartment, but he can't stop staring at that ring on your distinctive finger. It’s consistently there, adorning your finger throughout his evening, it was grounding. Social situations sap him out, but he always had you to tether him, in a way. You didn’t necessarily do anything for him. He was simply content with knowing that you will be around, even if it was a harmless birthday party. For the time being, he is content with your ring.

He looks away to make note of how comical everything looks right now – Hange is figuring out how to play the movie they rented out, with Moblit trying to ensure none of the wires get cut in the process. Miche looks seemingly misplaced, even though it is his house. He puts the effort to turn around to notice Erwin salting a tomato, he moves to pick up a handful of walnuts right after, and at the addition of that into the dish, Levi loses his appetite.

He turns back to witness Moblit trying to snatch the CD from Hange’s hand, he scrunches his nose slightly. He looks back at your hand, now drawing circles on your jean-clad thigh.

He shudders at the thought of being able to seek them out if he truly wanted to. He could just walk over and reached out for your hand, feel the balanced weight of your fingers against his own marred and blemished hands. Though, he isn’t certain what would happen after.

Usually, he isn’t one to think greatly about what could happen or what could have happened but you — you make him think about both of these impossible situations that he has seemingly deemed unworthy of his regret. He despises it but he can’t stop thinking about it, like a parched man craving for the taste of water more and more as he longs for it.

“Ugh, not this movie again”, Miche almost whines shortly before he catches your glare.

Shape eyes shooting daggers, mouth parting to defend its honor.

Levi feels his lips curling into a smile at that. He isn’t sure what it is about this dumb movie that you like so much, not when the main character in the movie is a total piece of trash – in Levi’s opinion.

“Flipped is a work of art at its finest, most purest form that we get to see for the millionth time –” Miche switches his tone of exasperation to one that is meant to tease. “– all thanks to you madame”, accentuating the last word with a slight French accent.

He reaches for your hand and gently taps it with his own, a stupid boyish grin gracing his face.

Levi shifts in his seat, getting up as he decides to help Erwin.

—

“I can’t see shit”, Hange tugs at Levi’s jacket. Unfortunately for Levi, he downgraded when he left his seat to help Erwin in the kitchen because he’s next to Hange now, who won’t stop fidgeting in their seat.

“I’ve been telling you to get your shitty vision checked since you were 12". He’s not exaggerating.

��Go sit on the floor if you want dumbass”

“But it’s cold”, pouting for no one to see because it is pitch black, aside from the faint light from the screen of the TV that illuminates their face.

“Oi”, Hange calls out your name loud enough to have broken you from your trance-like state.

Levi’s certain you were running through the dialogues in your head like the madman you are. “Switch seats with me. Pretty please?”

You don’t say or make any moves to indicate an answer of any sort.

Levi’s not sure he’s holding his breath but he silently sighs when you wordlessly get up and place yourself next to him.

From his peripheral vision, he notices the bright light illuminating your face, more prominently than it did with Hange. Or maybe he’s just more aware of your features, which is why he can fill in the blanks of what’s not visible.

He makes the mistake of slightly tilting his head because he catches you looking at him. He’s thankful for the dark state of the room.

“Need something?” At that, you simply look away. He looks away too. He wants to leave now but at the same time, he just wants to exist in this moment, but only in this millisecond of a moment. Next to you having just acknowledged his presence in a way, with his boisterously annoying and maybe, endearing friends. It’s unfamiliar but familiar.

So much has changed but at this specific moment, nothing has. He’s 12 again, having just warmed up to his newly acquainted friends, he’s happy you’re still friends with him somehow, his mother’s laying out snacks that he helped her set up, he’s happy and you’re there. And he's happy she’s there.

Levi knows this is the part of his life where he either redefines the people in his life and the relationship he has with them or alternatively – he moves on from said people.

He doesn't want either, or maybe he just wants it to come easily, for once. Like water flowing against the grovel, he wants it to happen at its own natural pace, whether it’s rough or smooth sailing is up to the higher forces or whatever. But then again, maybe the natural aspect of it all involves him putting effort into making a decision.

—

“We should do this more often”, Erwin earnestly expresses as he searches for his coat in the pile of coats no one bothered to organize.

“Levi! You should come more often, we do this almost every week now, as you know. And we miss you”, Hange’s hugging him now and he lets her. He counts for 5 seconds instead, hoping he’ll get acquainted with the abrupt physical contact, or maybe she’ll get off by then.

She does.

“Yeah, my mother was asking about you the other day. She misses your-”, Miche starts. “Er, jovial presence?” he reluctantly continues to conclude, voice wavering at Levi’s hard expression directed at him.

Levi’s mildly annoyed, he’s even more annoyed at how he’s just proving the point of his joke.

You snicker at that.

And like a moth drawn to a flame, he can’t help but seek you out.

You’re walking over to the coat hanger, procuring two coats, hands delicately brushing off the invisible specks of dust.

He notices his coat. He’s also pleased to label the other beige-colored one as yours. He's pleased that used the coat hanger, unlike the other idiots in the other room.

After stating goodbyes and ignoring Hange’s attempts to ensure he shows up next weekend, they all go their separate ways.

–

“Walk home with me?”

“Okay”, he responds, almost readily and that's how he finds himself walking side-by-side. It's been 5 minutes of silence, with removal of the external noises around them - boots against the snow, cars speeding through, wind breezing through.

It’s comfortable, serene even. He can barely hear his throbbing head today.

He’s feeling content. He feels as though he's content enough to possibly do something that could change his current state.

He’s thinking and thinking and thinking.

He can feel the throbbing of his head creeping in a nearby corner, waiting like a hungry monster, lurking to take him away.

“Well, I’ll see you then”, you say.

You’ve reached your destination, you’re moving, in and out of your front gate ever so slightly.

50 meters more and he can happily slip into the sleekness of his oddly shaped pillow.

He should just go and rejoice on a decent day in a long time. He should.

You're moving now, moving towards the front of your door.

He makes a sound that's actually supposed to come out as a “Hey”.

“Yes?” you raise your eyebrows expectantly.

"Well," he continues to stare at you in silence, begging for you to just read his mind. As though you were actually reading his mind, you’re starting to trudge towards him now.

You’re standing face to face now, head slightly tilted, hair slightly untamed from the long evening.

He says nothing.

You scoff, ever so lightly. He catches it, but still, he says nothing.

Nothing, when you begin to walk back towards your front door. Face somber. No doubt disappointed at yet another one of his inactions.

“I miss you”

You stop. His heart is fucking throbbing. He can actually feel it.

He's waiting. He's waiting for one of the possibilities to come true - a confrontation, a demand for an explanation, a warning, an end.

Instead you say, “Me too, Levi”.

You begin your feet, shifting closer and closer to him, moving your head, you place your head on his shoulders – forehead against the clavicle of his shoulders.

You look up, so close to his face. Your fingers brush ever so slightly against his hip, he hopes it burns against his skin.

You engulf him into a hug, one he’s so familiar with. He cannot help but give into his sense of craving , cooing at him, asking – no, begging for him to reciprocate.

“I missed you so much”

#levi x reader angst #levi x reader hurt/comfort #levi ackerman x reader hurt/comfort #levi ackerman x y/n #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman angst #warmth - selarina #levi x reader fluff #levi x reader #levi x fem!reader #aot writing #aot x reader #levi ackerman x female reader

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euryd-ce · 3 years ago

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hello ^^ first i just wanted to say im a big fan of your work! your writing is very captivating and smooth to read if that makes sense ;; if your requests are open, may i ask for a firefly doc x reader? if you closed requests or dont write her then im terribly sorry for that! please ignore this ask if that is the case,,, anyways, i hope you have a nice day and i apologize if this bothered you!!

❁ LA VIE EN ROSE

PAIRING: Firefly! Emily Dyer x GN! Reader

CW: None

NOTE: (Not Proofread)

Unfortunately, I hadn't started playing IDV when they had their First Anniversary, and I haven't been able to find detailed lore of it out there despite the wiki saying that it exists. That being said, I hope you're alright with a modern AU 🙏

Soulmate AU: your world is black and white until your soulmate directly confesses to you

Inaccurate portrayals? A lot of them, probably.

Lastly: Thank you for the little message, it means a lot to me and it honestly made my day when I first read it (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)

Meeting one's soulmate was always something to look forward to in one's lifetime. Others often spoke of meeting their other half during their high school years, some even as early as one's childhood. As for you? You'd long gotten used to the monochrome world of black and white.

Not in a bad way, of course.

You liked to think of yourself as patiently optimistic. Not so pessimistic as to assume that you'd been struck with the worst of luck, that you were born to be alone and to live alone for eternity. Yet not too anticipative as to eagerly expect that every person you talk to could possibly be the 'one'. After all, your job as a waitron in the Oletus café did entail a lot of talking—and a lot of people, for that matter.

The little bells from the entrance of the café rung, signalling the arrival of another customer. When you had turned around, your eyes locked with those of a rather stunning woman's. For a moment, you wished that you could see what color they were. Surely, whatever it was, they'd be as captivating as its owner's.

Setting the quick burst of emotions aside, you gave the woman a polite smile before your coworker, Mike, ushered her to an empty seat and gave her a menu.

When Mike returned, his face held a little grin with a touch of pleasant familiarity. "Whew, it's been a while since she's last been here."

"Oh?" You tilted your head, turning toward the man's direction in curiosity. "Do you happen to know her?"

He raised a brow and looked as if you'd told him an incomprehensible secret. "And you don't?!"

You glanced at the woman, who had still been carefully (and gracefully, if you may add) examining the café menu. "No- I mean, I don't think so?" You shrugged while leaning against the wall.

"She's-"

Mike was interrupted as soon as he spoke when both of you saw the woman raise her hand. "That's my cue. Let's continue this later."

"Good afternoon!" You greeted her. "What will a lovely lady like you have for today?" You asked with your usual polite and mildly flattering choice of words, readying your little notepad with a little 'click' coming from your pen.

"I'll have a caramel macchiato," she replied and set down the menu, letting her head rest on one of her hands. "How about you?"

Her last statement caught you off-guard, so you looked at her with a brow raised in confusion while still maintaining a polite (albeit, subtly awkward) smile.

"Pardon?"

She laughed, as if she'd already anticipated the way you'd react. "The café doesn't look too busy right now. I'm sure Demi won't mind."

"That I won't." You heard Demi say from the counter with her naturally smug grin and her arms crossed. "Long time no see, Emily, or should I say Miss Firefly?" she teased.

"Oh? You know the boss?" You asked, now even more intrigued about this woman. "Actually, hold that thought. Let me just-"

"No no—stay where you are. Why don't you relax for a bit, (Name). I'll take care of it." Demi cut you off as she leaned over the counter.

The woman who you now knew was named Emily gave a slight nod in thanks, before looking back at you and gesturing for you to have a seat. "Go on, you heard the woman." She chuckled.

"And to answer your question—yes, yes I do know her. We were classmates back in college, and she'd bicker nonstop about one day opening her own café and bar." She explained. "I'd always tell her about how I'd be a regular if ever she'd open one and, well, I did, but this month's been quite busy..."

You hummed in response, and suddenly thought about the way Mike reacted when you said you didn't know who she was, but you weren't quite sure if you were on the same wavelength as him at that moment.

It was either she was quite the icon (which you wouldn't be surprised about, given that you were always told that you lived under a rock) or that she just happened to be one of those regulars that grow to become a part of your little café family. Between the two, you were starting to lean on the former as Mike seemed to have a face that screamed starstruck.

"Sorry if this may come of as... intrusive, but if I may ask, what do you do?" You asked.

She seemed to be taken aback, not offended, but simply surprised. "Well, I'm sure it won't hurt to tell you here, but I'm an artist—a performer, specifically, or in more casual terms: I'm a singer."

"Really? That sounds wonderful!" You said in awe. "How long has it been? Since you started, I mean."

Emily took a sip from her drink, which arrived without you knowing somehow. "I wouldn't say too long, actually, but it's been around three years."

"And you'd think that with several fans, left and right, constantly hollering about their love for me, I'd start seeing the colorful world everyone's been dreaming about, but... surprisingly, it's always been the same black and white hues." She said, wistfully, before apologizing for changing the mood.

It was your turn to be surprised. If anything, you had the exact same assumption, but who would know the time would eventually come where you were proven wrong. Perhaps even the brightest of stars would have to endure the longest of times waiting for their other half to come through, before they can finally enjoy the wonders of a world painted in various shades and colors.

"Well, I'm surely not in the place to tell you this," you started, in a rather sheepish manner. "But you'll find them, or they'll find you, eventually. Some of us just have to wait a little longer, or perhaps be a little bolder than others. And besides, fate surely can't be that cruel to us. can it?"

"And if it can be, then I guess my destiny is to throw hands with fate." You joked, successfully cheering Emily up and causing her to laugh; however, her joy seemed to be cut short as she received a phone call that was rather urgent.

"Sorry... My manager needs me to be somewhere right now." She sighed. "But it was wonderful talking to you, (Nickname), if I can call you that hehe."

"Of course," you said, dragging out the last word before properly bidding her goodbye.

From behind, you heard the familiar whistling of Mike. His eyes darted toward the tissue Emily had left by her coffee cup and a smirk adorned his face upon realizing what was on it—her number.

"Damn... You seemed to hit it off pretty well!" He playfully slapped your shoulder and laughed. "Keep up the good work!"

"Pfft- Shut up"

The next couple of days, and eventually months, Emily would visit the cafe at the exact same time as she did the first time you'd seen her—it had also been the least busiest of hours, surprisingly.

Spending your conveniently timed breaks (thanks to your oh-so grateful and caring boss) talking to the woman had become one of your favorite parts of your daily routine. And while you'd occasionally worry about running out of things to say to her, she somehow always had a jar of secrets or interesting topics to bring up.

While you were cleaning up after a few customers that had just left the cafe, you felt the buzz of your phone notify you of a message. Unsurprisingly, it was from Emily, who told, or well, texted, you.

"I'll be a little late, but I got a little something for you :)"

Several minutes later, the woman of the hour had arrived with a cute coffee cup plushie in hand. She looked around until she caught sight of you and excitedly approached you. "Here, it reminded me of you." She chuckled.

"Really now?" You graciously accepted her gift. "And what name did you give this little guy?"

"Well... I did call it (Nickname) as I made my way over here..." She looked somewhere else, smiling and putting her two index fingers together.

"Why, thank you—I'm honored." You said with a little exaggeration and a hand on your chest. "But also goodness gracious have a seat. Will you have the usual?"

"Of course"

When you returned, Emily was happily humming whilst smiling and tapping on the table in a complementary rhythm.

"You're rather giddy today. Did something happen?" You asked, noticing the extra bit of energy she brought along.

She pressed her hands together before resting her chin on both of them. "Oh it's nothing, really. I'm pretty sure it was just me getting a good night's rest. Other than that, still no sign of 'the one' hehe."

You nodded in understanding and took a seat right in front of her.

"This might sound strange, but do you have a favorite color?" She asked.

You found the question a little more silly than strange, but nevertheless came up with a little joke. "Well, for starters, my choices are pretty limited. Let's see... black, white, grey, and- oh did I mention grey?"

"You silly dork." Emily flicked your nose. "I guess I should have elaborated. Has anyone ever described what colors looked like to you?"

You shook your head. "Not really, as far as I remember... How about you?"

"No one has either, but I have my own impressions on them based on what I've heard and what I've read." She took a sip from her cup. "Is there one you'd like to hear about?"

"Why don't we start with blue?"

"Blue..." She stirred her coffee in thought. "It's definitely not warm in the way one would describe red. It's cold, but not as much as the endless void of black we've become accustomed to. I'd say it's more cool, if anything. The gentle kind of cool you'd want to feel moments before you fall asleep. It's the color of the sky, the tranquil sound of still waters, and the feeling of pensive sadness or melancholy."

"Seems that you have quite a lot to say. Now I'm curious about what you have to say about the color pink." You chuckled with a tilted head and a hand on your chin.

"Hm? Any particular reason why?"

You gestured toward the painting on the wall—it was a vase of roses, presumably in a dark room with a window judging by the shapes the lighter paint had created.

"One of Edgar's paintings. He didn't like it very much; however, Demi did quite more than he could ever imagine, so he gave it to her, begrudgingly. And though he never gave it a name, Demi's always called it 'Things in Pink'."

"Things in Pink? That sounds awfully familiar... and awfully Demi to be honest." she joked.

"I heard that!" Demi yelled from her office.

"You might know the song? La Vie en Rose. It's not what it translates to, but it's related to its original name." You explained.

"And how does it go? The first part at least?" Emily asked, her grin only becoming menacingly wider than it already had been before.

Immediately, your calm look was replaced with a startled expression. "Woah there, is this some deliberate scheme you've been secretly plotting the entire time we started talking about colors?" You asked with narrowed eyes.

"What? No, I would never." She said, feigning offense before laughing and assuring that it wasn't intentional at all.

"Fine, but just this once." You raised a finger, emphasizing 'once' before clearing your throat.

"Hold me close and hold me fast

This magic spell you cast

This is La Vie En Rose

When you kiss me heaven sighs

And though I close my eyes

I see La Vie En Rose"

Emily, still grinning widely, pulled out her phone from underneath the table and showed you as she pressed on a button, saving the short recording of your voice. "You have a lovely voice, (Name)."

You felt the heat rush up to your face, but knowing what the woman was like, she was probably just messing with you again.

"You are one sly fox aren't you Miss Dyer?" you said before trying to grab her phone, only for her to stop you by grabbing your chin. She then shut the phone off, and extended her arm away from your reach.

"Pink sounds like a rather lovely color, no?" She said as she brought your face a little closer to her's. "It's warm—not in the same way as the harsh blazing sun, but in a more tender, relieving, and comforting manner. It's the feeling or the mere thought of being beside your lover, the taste of strawberries and pomegranates, or I dare say their lips on yours."

She slowly put her phone back in her purse, took a step back and closed her eyes. "It is also the color that I one day hope to see as I paint my lover's monochrome grey world with shades of 'i'm yours—from here to eternity'."

You were speechless for a moment, with a face that you could only assume was red, or even pink, from a mixture of both embarrassment and awe, but mostly embarrassment.

"An lovely description... from a lovelier woman," You praised after you'd recovered, causing her to chuckle.

"Oh! That just reminded me." Emily's face lit up as she rummaged through her purse, eventually pulling out a little card—it was a concert ticket for VIPs.

She took your hand in hers and gently placed the card onto your hand. "I actually have a concert around here in a week. I'd appreciate it—a lot, actually—if you could come." She said with a hopeful smile. "I'll have to get going for now. I'll be quite busy in the next few days because of it, but I'll be sure to message you."

"O-of course. Don't worry about me, okay?" You gently squeezed her hand after keeping the ticket somewhere safe.

"I probably still will. Goodbye for now, (Name)! Take care of (Nickname) the little coffee cup for me!" She made a heart with her hands before quickly making her way out of the cafe.

Immediately after she left, Mike had taken her place in front of you. "Sheesh, a free ticket." Mike said looking almost as smug as the smuglord herself, Demi.

"There's no denying my accusations anymore... '(Nickname)'." He singsonged while making the little plushie dance.

"OH please..."

Time flew by quickly. And you did admit, it got a little lonely without a certain someone to pester you.

What was supposed to be eight days quickly devolved into eight hours, then into eight minutes until it had finally become eight seconds before the 'Firefly' would perform on stage for her eager, perhaps even anxious, and most of all adoring fans.

Seeing the lady in her dress adorned with several gleaming accessories of various shapes and sizes reminded you of the day you had first seen her. You once again wondered about its colors, what words she'd bring about to describe what she herself couldn't see, what imagery she'd manifest into life through both her audience's imagination and her brilliant eloquence.

And in a few moments time, she'd reached the final part of her performance.

"This one's for a special someone I met a few months ago. Someone I often think of as the lovable dork I love to tease as a part of my daily routine..." She joked, eliciting a few laughs from the crowd while you smiled and rolled your eyes into oblivion, knowing very well that she was talking about you.

"and hopefully..." she continued, this time looking directly at you with the cheekiest smile, "the one whose world I'll paint with lovely hues..."

You felt the familiar feeling of heat rush to your cheeks as she began the familiar song. Of course, you of all people would know what it was. It was you who sang it to her for the first time after all. And as her mellow voice filled the stadium, a smile involuntarily crept across your face, and you quietly sang along.

"When you press me to your heart

I'm in a world apart

Where roses bloom

And when you speak angels sing from above

Everyday words seem to turn into love songs..."

"Give your heart and soul to me..." Emily had started to slow down a little, both in her singing and her movements as she walked down the stage and approached you. "And life will always be..."

You delicately took her hand—the one that held her signature microphone—and finished the song, just as she had hoped.

"La Vie En... Rose"

In an instant, your black and white world had started blooming with various colors you thought you could only dream of. The bursts and flashes of hues seemingly drowned out the loud applause and cheers coming from the audience as you stood in front of your soulmate, who seemed to be just as stunned as you were.

The dress and gems that once looked white and grey in your eyes had become a glistening sapphire blue with both silver and bronze accessories to complement it.

"And I thought you said blue was a depressing color," you joked. "It's hard to imagine that when you've made my world far brighter than I could ever imagine."

"It doesn't have to be—a sad color, I mean." She defended, but quickly brought back the most important question at hand. "So... is it a yes?"

You looked at her in disbelief. "Are you kidding? Of course!"

She pulled you into a tight embrace, quickly raising both your hand and hers with the biggest smile on her face and excitedly exclaiming to the crowd.

"THEY SAID YES!"

And thus began, or as Emily daresaid—continued, the timeless and tender masterpiece of your love, an unwritten prose that had undoubtedly pierced the hearts of its audience further past the finite capabilities of words scribbled onto paper. A prose that you'd both find yourselves naming:

Life in Pink.

"Only now am I able to peer into this world's foreign hues, through the rose-tinted glasses that I've found called 'you'."

#identity v x reader #idv x reader #identity v #idv #Emily Dyer x reader #Identity v doctor #identity v imagines

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oveliagirlhaditright · 2 years ago

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Home is Where the Hearts Is

Summary: Kairi doesn't like Quadratum. SoKai. A fic written for SoKai Day 2022. KHIV fic. Oneshot.

Home is Where the Heart Is

Sora knew almost instantly upon her arriving there, that Kairi didn’t like Quadratum.

And it was something that the kind Princess of Heart hid pretty well, since Sora told her that they would have to stay in Unreality for a few days, in order for him to wrap things up, before they could go home.

The Keyblade Master knew that Kairi was trying to give this new world the chance that Sora had finally done so in the end… but as Kairi gazed at the monochrome buildings all around her on the days they would explore the city, it was almost like they were stealing the light from her usually so vibrant eyes, Sora couldn’t help noticing.

“What is it about this place that grinds your gears so much?” Sora finally found himself asking Kairi, on day three of their adventure, when he couldn’t bear to see her like this any longer, nor to beat around the bush anymore. They were getting an ice cream in Miyashita Park now, so Sora prayed that it would help take the edge off of what might prove to be a tough conversation.

Kairi was trying. She really was. For instance, she’d taken to skateboarding on some of the railings of this world—even though skateboarding was more difficult in Unreality than back home—like the best of them; and curiously enough, Kairi did enjoy the very modern thing called “virtual reality,” but was afraid of many big screen TVs playing around her all at once. But was Kairi happy in this place that was met to be the Child of Destiny’s kingdom, as well of the Realm of Light was? It was clear that she wasn’t.

“I…” Kairi started. After she was done gaping like a fish, for Sora having guessed what her real feelings were, he guessed.

And the brunet wondered if she was going to say that it was the world selection system here that bothered her so. And if she was, Sora certainly couldn’t begrudge Kairi that. It had taken him forever to figure out how to get to Endor, after all. Give him a gummi ship any day, he thought.

But then Kairi said the simple truth that he should have known all along.

“Well, for one thing, it took you away from us for too long, Sora. And as wrong as it is to blame it for that, I find that I do.”

And at once, Sora felt like the biggest jerk in the world, for not having realized that this was where Kairi’s heart lied.

“Oh, Kairi! It’s okay!” Sora exclaimed, bringing the princess into his embrace now, as the two of them got out of the line and stood beside a bench.

And seeming embarrassed—and was he imagining tears streaming from her eyes and now wetting his shirt?—Kairi buried her face against his chest.

Talking about negative emotions was still sometimes hard for Kairi, since she knew that if she didn’t have a special heart, it would have led to darkness within her. And she almost felt like she was betraying her Princess of Heart status by feeling them at all, so then she hated herself for that betrayal. “I promise that it’s okay. You’re allowed to feel these things. And I want you to tell me when you do, okay?” Sora reassured his girlfriend again, running a hand through her lovely red hair as he did so.

Kairi chuckled at his reassurance—or maybe it was just his hand in her hair, perhaps it had tickled her—and that seemed to sober her up some, so that she could talk about another thing that she didn’t like about Quadratum. “I also don’t like that store that says ‘Loser.’ I know it’s not actually a store. It’s really a charity: and it’s trying to encourage people to come in and willingly ‘lose’ some of their money to help the less fortunate out, but you’d think they could have come up with a better name for it.”

“Yeah, they definitely could’ve!” Sora for sure agreed with that one. He’d felt the same way when he’d first come across the place, and it was for that reason he’d partly hoped that Kairi wouldn’t see it. But she’d just happened to see a banner advertising it, when he’d shown her the building he’d stood atop when he fought Yozora the first time.

“And I’ll tell you a reason that I don’t like Quadratum, Kairi: because it’s not home. And that’s definitely something that counts against it, isn’t it?

“In fact, that’s why Riku’s already packed his bags and gone home, in knowing that I’m safe and in good hands with you,” Sora said, as he slumped down in the pretty grass of Miyashita Park and pulled Kairi down with him. She giggled at that. Especially when a butterfly landed on her nose.

“Too true,” his girl agreed. She gazed into Sora’s eyes then, and Sora thought that she was about to say something about him being her true home, anyway, but then seemed to think better of it, since that would be too cheesy. “But I swear I really don’t hate Quadratum, Sora. I may not have yet come to love it like you have, but if nothing else, the sightly lights in the evening speak to my heart.”

Sora looked at Kairi then. Really looked at her. She was so beautiful and amazing, with her poetic words as always. And he would never regret that he had used the Power of Waking to save her and had ended up here in response to that. He would do so again a million times if he had to for her, in fact.

But wanting to be somewhat poetic like Kairi—if he was her mate, and he was—Sora responded to her with, “Then it’s perfect that we’re going to make a portal to go home tonight. You can look at the ‘sightly lights’ one more time, and then back to the Islands it is!” Just like they’d always wanted to return there and stay!

“Back to the islands it is,” Kairi purred, delicately kissing Sora’s cheek upon snuggling into his lap.

And no words had ever sounded so beautiful.

Author's Note: This story was inspired by me honestly not knowing what we would do in Quadratum after a while—so I guess it’s a good thing that we CAN go to other worlds from there—it honestly doesn’t feel very KH-y to me, and there’s a part of me that’s not that excited about it. So I’m also glad that eventually Sora will be going home, of course, and we’ll also be seeing Realm of Light shenanigans throughout. So I decided to write the idea of Kairi not liking Quadratum (I guess Kairi’s basically my spokesperson here). Because while I don’t think Sora will like it at first either, I think he will eventually. He's Sora. Also, though it’s not a place: there IS a sign that says “loser” that you can see when you fight Yozora in the secret episode of Re:Mind. LOL. For the purposes of this story, I decided to turn it into a location. Happy SoKai Day!

#kh #kingdom hearts #sokai #sokai day #sokai day 2022 #fluff #romance #some dealing with things #sora #kairi #a khiv fic #shanna writes #my work #mine #oneshot

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flowers-of-io · 3 years ago

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25 for eris/toland? 👀

intimate moments prompts

A/N: For some reason I was haunted by the idea of this taking place in a Everybody Lives AU, so I followed the call and there we go, now it's Fireteam Less Heartbreak! I fixed it!

Eriana's ship circles the Tower twice before she finally decides on approaching it from the side of the Courtyard. The Hangar is closed—they have to dock here, in full view of everyone, a small crowd already gathering along the railing and looking up towards the sky. Eris can already discern Asher's hunched figure if she squints.

She doesn't even bother wondering how it is that they all know; gossip has its way of slipping through the thickest walls, and somehow even from deep in the Pit some stray gust of wind picked up Eriana's bloodcurling scream as she pushed a blade between Crota's ribs, and carried it to the Tower. And so here they are, godkillers, returning victorious from a place that had claimed thousands. She watches the Tower grow larger in the window just like she had watched it shrink away before.

“The Speaker won't like it.”

“It would be quite ungrateful on his part, don't you think?” Toland raises his head from the book he is reading, sprawled in his seat like a cat. “We have just eliminated the nearest biggest threat to humanity's survival.”

“And broken an exclusion order punished by exile. And, you know...” Her eyes linger on him for a little too long, to which he answer with a bark of laughter.

“Ah yes, you're ferrying me along.”

He did ponder aloud whether the Speaker would let him into the Tower, back when they were crawling out of the Pit—he pondered many things, weak and dizzy from blood loss, word slurring into an incoherent mumble that faded into song which then faded into silence as he collapsed unconscious into the mud. She and Vell hauled him up the tunnel, almost dragging across the ground, and everything reeked of blood and dirt and sweat and Hive.

But now he is reclined in his seat with a book in hand, just as he would recline on Eriana’s couch or the armchair in his study; limbs unfurled comfortably and hair falling down into his eyes. As if nothing has changed since the day they banged on the door of his crumbling hut asking how to destroy Crota. As the ship lowers, Eris allows her gaze to wander across the faces of her other teammates—all pale and scratched, wounds only just beginning to scar over, eyes filled with both pride and heaviness of having seen things she knows will forever haunt them. Sai is resting her head on Omar's shoulder and looking at nothing in particular; Vell fiddles with the edge of his chainmail mark, flinching when he moves his bandaged hand a little too fiercely. Eriana only looks out through the windshield, towards home.

She’s never wondered what they would be when—if—they came back, how the Hellmouth would weight on them and the bond she tentatively supposed they had formed. If she concentrated enough, she could still smell the blood and mud in Toland’s hair. An ugly burn glistens on the hand he pushed her away from a Wizard with.

But maybe truly nothing has changed. Maybe when they step out of that ship they will be strangers again, and he will flee to his crumbling hut to go on looking for paths to Ascension. He did not hear his Song, after all; maybe he is still hoping to learn it, somewhere, far beyond her reach. Eris did not think anything in the world would scare her after Crota, but as the hum of the engines dies down, she suddenly finds herself shuddering at the thought.

The crowd outside is large and loud, and Sai has tears in her eyes, and Eris stands up like in a trance and stares at the airlock hissing as it depressurises. She wants to go home so badly, to see Asher’s face and Ikora’s easy smile, to curl up in their embrace and forget about dark hallways reeking of death. She wants to stay in this tiny cockpit forever, with the only people who know her nightmares and Toland’s face monochrome against the City’s colours.

Eriana tries to say something; hitches, shakes her head, and pushes the airlock. Light floods in and for a moment everything is blinding-white.

As her feet meet the metal plank, Eris feels Toland’s forearm brush against hers. For the briefest moment their fingers hook, just to curl and retreat when she looks at him—but he returns her glance, and there is a softness in his eyes she would only ever see in those rare times he laid his head in her lap, scared or insomniac or dizzy with wonder. The crowd swallows them and she is being pulled away by dozens of hands, losing sight of him between the cheers and cries and the velvet of Ikora’s robes as she squeezes her in an embrace.

They will find themselves later, on the way to the Speaker’s chambers, or facing the earbashing from the half-proud, half-furious Osiris. Maybe nothing has changed. Maybe they will meet under the archway behind Eriana’s apartment block again, and the sun will gild his scars as he leans in, and she will run her hand along them and smile.

#thank you for the feels!!!#brushing against your partner reassuringly my beloved #my fics #example no. 7265 of 'i did not beta this'#reply #eri-223 #eris/toland #ships #eris morning #toland the sarky #fireteam sad #destiny 2 #sai mota #omar agah #eriana-3 #vell tarlowe

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vbrwrites · 3 years ago

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NCT Ace (OC) Fashion!!

Ace, while far from being the tallest in NCT, has great body proportions, and the stylists love to play on that. A staple when in comes to Ace's fashion is high-waisted stuff and waist-synching stuff. Colorful prints, bold colors, and occasionally, monochrome are genres that the NCT stylists really love exploring with Ace (as they do all other members, let's be real).

Below are some inspiration pictures I gathered off of Pinterest. I imagine these put together for talk shows, interviews, and promotions aside from MVs, live stages and other places where exaggerated costumes might be more fit. Let me be frank for a moment, a went a bit crazy with the chic soft boy/androgynous energy so take what you will and feel free to delete the ones you don't like from your mind.

In terms of his own personal fashion (airport fashion and stuff like that); BLACK ON BLACK.

Pun definitely intended.

Ace has color blindness (yup, just another fun fact I decided to randomly drop) which ranges more on the severe side of the spectrum, but ever so slightly. He doesn't like taking risks with his clothing becuase or this. Plus, due his color blindness he's never seen anything color-centered (ie fashion) as a feasible hobby or interest, so he's never been able to build up a fascination with fashion; in other words, he, partially, cannot be bothered. Literally just black pants, black shirt, black shoes, a black bag, and occasionally (and only when he's feeling adventurous), a black cap.

I don't know why I inserted photos of these outfits. I'm sure your imagination could've mustered something sufficient. Nevertheless, it was done.

Moving on, it is not abnormal to see Ace sporting a colorful outfit styled and put together by one of his members or colleagues. The member who styled him would also be very vocal of the fact, most of the time. Some of the members who often style him or those particularly interested in fashion, so maybe Johnny, Taeyong, Haechan, (etc.) they're often credited with any of Ace's unusual looks.

I couldn't add anymore pictures due to the picture attachment limit...I hope this is enough. You get it, right? Lots of color (ignore the Taeyong hehe in that aspect), layers, modern trends, etc.

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mcshiiin · 4 years ago

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Title: Not My Energy

Pairings: KageHina

Sypnosis: A short, sad songfic about the two where Hinata lost his ability to fly

Song used: Not my Energy by IV of Spades

[A/n: Thank you for reading! I hope u enjoy huhu]

"I've ran out of reasons, reasons to comfort my mind."

Harbingers of daybreak busted his windows open. With gleaming dark eyes and sleek black talons, a crow stared straight to his soul. A sudden prickling sensation running from his toes began clobbering his body, rendering him paralyzed. Panting... Gasping... Drowning his mind in a sea of sorrow.

"Illusions, delusions. Confusions are running inside."

Hinata, despite sinking down the shallow waters feels as if he's floating mid-ar, going "boing boing". Slowly plummeting down the sea floor, he never hit the bottom. Instead, he landed rather harshly on the plywood surface of the gym. A familiar stinging pain on his palm smiled at him viciously. Taken aback, he grabbed his thumping, hollow chest and inhaled as much air as he could. An unforgiving force clashed against his torso, almost obliteraring him before the ceiling collapsed.

"Pale lips and dark lies has conquered the dreamer's eyes."

Poring dreamily at the honey glazed tree tops with hooded eyes, a sigh escaped from his drought ridden lips. While licking away the parchness on his lips, a worried yet kind gaze cut through him from the opened door.

"Sho-kun, you're going to be alright. Don't worry sweetie, we're here for you."

"Nii-chan! Hang in there. I love you!"

The warmth from his sister's hug dissipated into thin air. The soft caress from his Mom ghosted above his puffed out cheeks. Forcing his lips to curl upwards, he fooled them. Just as how their words of affirmation and consolidation were mere lies to comfort him.

" 'Cause there is something in those eyes I can never find, boy."

"Hinata boke..."

Shoyo swore Kageyama's voice were softer than ever. Terrified to face him, the bed ridden boy looked away. His bones shaking. His muscles tensed up.

"I don't want to dive in those same steel blue orbs..."

He kept his mouth silent. He kept his resolve solid. Then it crumbled down.

A feverish touch was ignited from Kageyama's fingertips grazing atop Hinata's trembling hand. The setter is careful enough not to break him, delicately and softly, he slid his hand and interwined it with his partner's. Shoyo's ribcage shattered, his throbbing heart and strained heartstrings tore it down.

His orbs stung with pain as he stared back at steel blue ones.

"I'm sick and tired of the noices, the voices. Everything seems magical."

"We're here for you, Hinata."

"Call us anytime!"

"I'm sure everything will be figured out by the adults. Cheer up, Hinata!"

"Let's buy popsicles when you're discharged, ne Shoyo?"

"Here's some food for you, eat up. You're getting thinner. Ne? I'm the best senpai aren't I?"

"gET WELL SOON AND WE'LL PRAY FOR YOU!"

"Don't worry too much. Idiots don't get sick, tch."

"Tsukki's right, you'll be okay, Hinata."

"I--no we, are here for you. Don't worry about catching up to class, I can teach you anytime!"

"Get some rest and take care please."

"I won't bother you with my words, Hinata-kun. You'll be okay, I'll pray for it."

"Rest up well, kid."

Everything and everyone seemed to pass by in a blur. Their faces muddled together like a murky pond. Indiscernible. Chafing. Quaint. As if it never happened, as if he never heard anything.

"I'm sorry but there's nothing that we can do..."

"D-doctor no-!"

What? He heard nothing. His mother's face didn't crumple to despair. Her hands didn't ball into a fist. Her lips did not quiver. She never looked at him with those eyes.

No. Natsu is a sweet and clingy sister, her hugging him to death is nothing. She always said that his hands are rough, calloused, and big. They're also warm, and emollient. Maybe that's why she's holding it tight. Oh? Natsu is drooling. He chuckled, overseeing the shuddering figure of his dear sister.

Such an ethereal dream it is.

"And yes, my mind is awakened, dead conscience. Eveyday's a torture for me."

Panting heavily whilst swimming in a sea if sweat, Shoyo is wide awake. But, awake from what? Running away from what, his reality or his nightmares? Scampering to and fro, for what? Just to slam his head on a rock, trying to shake his dreams up.

He doesn't know what's hounding hin anymore.

He run a hand through his thick tuft of hair, unable to get back to sleep. A frown creeping up on his lips as he tries to pry his gaze to his legs. His world stilled. His breathing stopped. His mind blown to smithereens.

It hurts. The seering pain from mid-thigh down to his calf. It hurts, so he screamed.

"No I am not holding on to the darkness, 'cause you're already in my mind."

Natsu must be lying, his hands isn't big at all! She probably hasn't seen Kageyama's slender, setter hands. They look also pretty. Tobio's obviously taking good care of it, he bet that he goes as far as taking it to the nail salon. He's both dilligent and an idiot. He wants himself to be in a perfect condition so he can exert his best every game.

Shoyo wonders what lotion his setter is using. He want to buy one for himself too. How irksome it is to look at your partner's long fingers, perfectly groomed nails (it must be nice to have a manicure once), and mosturized, vanilla scented palms whilst yours is anything like that.

"Hmm spacing out?"

Tobio snaked his arms to his frail waist. Nudging his face deep into Shoyo's neck. So warm. So cool. So comfortable. Too real.

"Nah, I'm barely hanging."

"And if you would walk alone, then just do it. The clock is ticking backwards."

A tall, tall wall looms before him. The view from the top. He wants to see it. But he never can, unless alone.

And now, he's more alone than ever.

"Onigiri, pork buns, curry, what do you want honey?"

He's out in the cold again. Jumping higher, digging deeper, receiving with his face to no end. Wheezing as his body thrives, playing as his blood pulsiates. His heart more alive than before. His grin toothier than before. Hinata Shoyo loving too hard ever than before.

The pure joy from he gets from being with the team. The steam he emitts whenever Tsukishima pushes his buttons as Yamaguchi fell in line with laughing at him. The always fidgetty Yachi and Asahi-san. His superb senpais. That reminds him, he need to ask Nishinoya-senpai to teach him the rolling thunder double. The hardworking second years, the goddess Kiyoko-san, everyone. Even Daichi-san's roaring voice along with Suga-san's refreshing smile.

And of course, the skull-crusher milk boy who knows no word except Boke.

"I'm going alone."

"I ain't got it all, I don't care. You're not my energy."

Extending his arms, reaching with his hands, everyone is too far away.

Lying awake for hours, figuring how to run, how to fly.

Then, his bed decided to swallow him up.

A stringent touch engulfed his throat that produced an acrid cry from his mouth. The need for air is urgent, but his compressed windpipes aches with the mere presence of oxygen flowing through. For a second he thought the hold loosen, then his limbs. were vehemently ripped apart.

As blood splattered, his lower region were mangled.

"Your tears are in laughter while your smile is in despair."

Happiness looks good in Kageyama and Natsu. No doubt, hands down, bets raised.

Their carefree laughter bounced off the four walls of his room. Pearly white teeth are exposed as their lips ae stretched up to a smile. As far as their drinking game goes, Natsu is losing. Yes, they're drinking milk, much to Kageyama's delight.

Shoyo lost a long atime ago and the two milk heads are on it. The way their eyebrows knits together in concentration, noses scrunched up, and cheeks puffed out is a sight to see. You don't get to watch Kageyama with a child that doesn't cry within his mere presence, let alone play with him.

"I can't hold it in! I'm going to pee!"

The shorter ball of fluff ran outside as fast as her legs could carry her. Just a little bit more... three more steps... two... then one. She got in!

Natsu came back to her brother wiping his tears as he cackle like a rooster. He reminded her of the Kuroo Tetsurou that he once mentioned, bedhead, hyena laugh and all. When she glanced to her Kageyama-nii-chan, she was almost blinded. His higantic smiles were presented at her boldly. A soft glow from the dying sun illuminated his face. She can feel the love strongly eminating from these two.

Just as the puzzle is coming on together, someone had to filp the table and topple off the pieces.

Whimpers and hiccups. Rattling and rustles. Disintegrating and decaying. Shoyo-nii-chan is crying.

One end of his lips tugged upward. Blood-curling smirk emblazoned on his dainty face. And as she peek at the door opened ajar, tears came rolling down her rosy cheeks, staining the fabric of her shirt with pure sadness that a child can't comprehend. A younger sister shouldn't see her brother's soul being chipped off like that, you know.

"The poison of your tongue has killed all your truthful words."

His throat is a sand paper being stroked on a piece of wood that produces a nasty sound. It aches. It's painful to shout. It's straining. He too doesn't like sound coming off from his mouth. Disdainful words that tarnishes their bond, lacerating sentences that makes him bleed too.

"I don't need you!"

Yes I do.

"Go away!"

Please stay.

"I didn't like the food. It was awful."

They're my favorite, thank you.

"When I said I don't wan't to it, it means I don't! Don't force me!"

Maybe I'm a bit hungry?

"I AM OKAY. I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP I CAN DO IT BY MY FUCKING SELF!"

I am a lost cause.

"Pale lips and dark eyes has broken the dreamer's lies."

He inaudibly shrieked one morning when he woke up. The world was wet with dew as it sleepily waved back at him. He tried to wave back, but the shock of living in monochrome froze him. Then he tumbled down with a thud.

For a moment he forgot what predicament he's in and tried to stand up only to out balance himself and landed face first down their wooden floor. Natsu, who was never asleep the entire night, came rushing by to her brother's room beside hers. Clearly shocked and bemused at her nii-chan's bleeding nose and busted lip, she stood frozen. A part of her wants to laugh but the other half actually feels bad. And good thing she did, because the next scene was horrifying.

"AAAAAHHHHH!"

"N-nii-chan..."

"SEND FUCKING HELP!"

A soul was broken.

"There is something in your mind you can never find, boy."

Searching. Wandering. Roaming around an unprecedented area.

What was he seeking?

He alwas have thought that it was the adrenaline. His heart beating so fast, so loud that he can hear it through his ears. An energy flowing deep within, tingling his senses, pricking under his skin. He enjoys the rush, the pain, the smile in his teammates' lips.

Yet when he stared at Kageyama, he realized it wasn't.

What kept him alive...

"Im sick and tired of the voices, the noises. Everything seems magical."

"Hinata boke..."

"Nii-chan."

"Sho-kun!"

"HINATA SHOYO!"

...was love.

"My eyes are hiding the pavements of my vacancy. You can't take the power from me."

Kageyama wish he could hold Shoyo tighter. Peacefully zoning out in his arms, a small drool pooling below his mouth, and beautiful long lashes. So angelic and breathtaking.

Yet he still fears poring directly in his partner's eyes for they scream,

"I'm going to eat you alive."

Placing a kiss atop his head, a sigh escaped his lips. Then, honey-flecked orbs dangerously stared at him. A tremble was awaken inside his body.

"I love you."

The both of then were taken aback by his sudden words. Hinata was left in awe, speechless while Kageyama quickly recovered his composure. He came into terms with his feelings finally just right now, it's now or never.

"I want you more than any perfect toss. It's you that I want to hit my balls. We're partners, aren't we? I want to be by your side, holding you, loving you. We'll drink hundred liters of milk, we'll eat as many pork buns as you want. I want to spend my life with you."

"Kageyama-kun..."

"I know it'a sudden but Hina--!"

"Loving means being alive. Being alive is being able to love,

But you see, living, is not my energy."

-FIN

#haikyuu!!#haikyū!!#angst #fanfic #songfic #ivos #karasuno #kageyama #tobio #hinata #shoyo #au? maybe?#kagehina

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lunatunacat-14 · 5 years ago

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This was requested by MeatballsAreYummy on wattpad I hope they enjoy this!!♡

>[Warning: bad language/Cussing, mentioned suicide attempt, very lazy and rushed, not edited]

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"Get the hell away from me you abomination!!!"

Error, the fearless Destroyer of worlds yelled at some harmless cat. The glitches covering his eyes, rendering him blind at the moment. As his blue strings were hanging helplessly from his finger tips. The cat instead of listening, continued to trot closer to the black skeleton. Meowing complaints at him, as it did.

You see earlier he was doing his job, destroying another pointless AU. But he somehow got distracted, and this monotone colored cat with yellow-red eyes. Took the chance to paw at his leg, and of course startling the Destroyer in response. Howling up at the skeleton, obviously wanting something. Error just jumped away from the wild creature, tieing it up in his blue strings. He was intending on killing the thing straight up, but the voices yelled at him to not kill the cat. And he really didn't want a headache just because, he killed some stupid cat. So he put the thing down and told it to just go away, it didn't. Just like that worthless Protector, it just didn't leave him alone. Part of him liked the attention, but the other part didn't.

So that is where we are now.

The cat look at Error with an annoyed look, its tail flickering around to match its mood. Though Error couldn't see to well with the glitches in his face.

It suddenly grabbed one of the stray strings with its mouth and pulled on it. It didn't do much to move the glitch, but he did feel the pull from his string.

"What the fuck do you want cat!!"

Error yelled, very clearly not happy to be bothered by this animal. Couldn't it just go bother someone else?

The cat only meowed in response, Error groaning. Obviously this was going to be much harder then he thought. Wait, why doesn't he just kill it again? Oh right, the voices. Speaking of voices, here they are now.

Maybe it wants food?

How about you give it something to eat?

I suggest you try giving the cat some food Error, maybe I'll leave you alone if you feed it?

Some helpful voices gave Error the idea of maybe feeding the cat. What does a cat eat anyway? Chocolate? He likes chocolate so why wouldn't the cat, was what the Destroyer thought. He could hear the fant complaints of the voices, he decided to ignore them.

The cat meowed impatiently, pulling on one of the blue strings again. Error looked down at the cat, feeling around in his pockets to see if he still had chocolate in them. He did, so he pealed the rapper and put it in front of the cats face.

"What about this? Do you like chocolate?"

The cat sniffed the chocolate, before meowing up at Error again. This cat thankfully wasn't an idiot, and didn't want the chocolate. Much to the voices relief.

Error was a little disappointed, but more chocolate for him he guessed as he eat the chocolate himself. He wasn't going to let this go to waste. Now to find this cat something I'll eat, he thought.

Error eventually got the cat something to eat, he didn't know what it was. But the cat seemed happy. Though when it finished, it still didn't leave him alone. It just followed him around, even to other AUs. Right now they were in outertale.

Error was angrily knitting some mini blue scarf, while the cat was rolling around in the grass nearby. Sometimes nibbling on it as well. Error thought that it was kinda cute but he would never admit to anyone, not even the cat.

It didn't take the cat long to get bored and run back to Error, meowing as it lightly pawed at his thigh. Error didn't glitch out too badly, thankfully.

"What do you want now cat?"

Error said, never looking away from his work. The monotone cat didn't like the lack of attention. So it jumped straight into Errors lap, the ladder flinching. Not expecting the cat to do such an action.

Through Errors shock, the cat spun around before laying down. Purring softly. Though he didn't know that.

The Destroyer started glitching at the contact, and the weird sound it was making. Glitches began to fill his eyes again.

What is that sound? Why is the cat vibrating? Is it having a soul attack? And many other questions alike went through his head. The voices laughing at his ignorance.

Don't worry Error, the cat is fine.

Yeah, it's only purring because its happy!!

Purring? Happy? Error thought confused, that is the sound the cat is making. The glitches calm down, at knowing that the cat was indeed not going to explode and was simply just happy.

That makes sense he guesses, but the cat being happy near him. Now that is a laugh, who or what would ever be happy about being near him of all monsters. Though the thought of something even being remotely happy near him, made him smile a little. As he continues on with the mini scarf he was making.

Which thankfully didn't take long to make, considering how small it was now what to do with it? He thought for a second before his mismatched eyes landed on the seemingly sleeping cat on his lap. Maybe it would like it? With that he softly poked the cat, it meowing a yawn as it looked up at Error. It's yellow-red eyes looking into Errors, though it soon looked at what he was holding. The Destroyer let the cat sniff the scarf he just made, before he put it on the little monochrome cat.

The cat softly patted at the end of the scarf, it deeming the scaf to be okay and safe. It laying back down, purring softly as it closed its eyes. Blepping happily.

Error couldn't help but Aww, though he stopped himself quickly from doing so. There was no way he was going to show this side of him. He would never hear the end of it if the squid somehow found out, let alone the cat. Maybe he should find a place where it could hide if it really did want to stay with him, because he knew that the anti-void would not be a good place for an animal. Error began to subconsciously pet the cat, which it very much liked. So when he did notice, he just kept petting it. Though the contact wasn't that pleasent, it made the cat happy. So he could ignore it.

Maybe having something to take care of wasn't going to be so bad, the Destroyer thought. A very small smile on his face, as the little cat purred.

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Error groaned as he came back from another pointless battle to keep the balance, god he hated his job. The blood shed, the torture, the insults, everything. If he could end his life he would, but he couldn't even do that right. One of his hands faintly touched his neck, flashes of when he first attempted. It didn't go as planned. One of Nightmares goons found him and brought him back to the castle. Error would be lieing if he said he didn't miss being with them a little. They didn't treat him like trash.

But none of that is important now, he had his little Mistake. Which he had eventually called the cat. He enjoyed the animals company, and hes sure the cat feels the same.

One thing he learned was how much the cat enjoyed playing with his blue strings, and sometimes it would even play fetch. He remembers the first time they played, it was honestly a surprise to Error.

It was a normal day for the two, Error was just knitting mindlessly. While the cat or rather Mistake was messing around with some rock it found. They both were chilling in Outertale, as that is where Error decided to stay for the sake of the animal next to him. He couldn't circum this animal to that kind of torture, that the anti-void was. Though he does worry someone will figure out hes here, especially the Star sanses. Error groans just thinking about them, blueberry was okay. But I only him. The other two he didn't really like, especially Ink. Oh how he hated him.

He began to struggle with his knitting needles, his hands shaking out of anger as he thought about how annoying his enemy was and still is. How idiotic, he didn't understand how people even liked him. He was just using everyone for his own sick game, that stupid, soulless freak!

The Destroyer screeched out of anger, as he lunged his knitting needles forward. Glitching harshly. Though his anger was soon put aside when pet felt the cat paw at him, one of the needles in its mouth. Putting it down in front of Error, it's pupils dilated with excitement. As its tail swing around playfully. It definitely was a cute but confusing. Did it want him to throw the needle? He picked it up, him noticing the cat backing up and getting into a half pounce pose.

"Do you want this?"

Error asked the cat shaking the needle, before throwing it again. The cat chasing after it will a meow, before bringing it back to Error. They continued doing this for a while, though eventually Error got tired and had to end their litte game. Putting the knitting needles away, as they both walked to their shared home in Outertale.

That day was truly interesting, Error thought before a meow of attention dragged his eyes to the cat now jumping up onto the couch. Purring as it rubbed its head against Errors hand, he petting the cat in return. At this point he hat gotten used to the little animals touch, he liked the warmth of the cats fur coat. It had such a pretty pattern too. He smiled, as he brought the cat onto his lap. It purring happily in response, as it made itself comfortable. Error continuing to pet its soft fur, as they both enjoy each others company happily.

Such a cute little Mistake.

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