#how the hell do you even tag their names TT

[melotuzu]

dekaranger supports gay rights, actually

[hellsitegenetics]

I always wondered, ever since I took that burden, that curse, I wondered what it could be, what my true happiness could even look like. I never found an answer, because the one thing I want... it's something I know I can't have. But I think I know - I think I know now, happiness isn't in the having, it's in just being, it's in just saying it. What are you talking about, man? I know - I know how you see yourself, Dean. You see yourself the same way our enemies see you. You're destructive and you're angry and you're broken - your daddy's blunt instrument. And you think that hate and anger, that's what drives you, that's who you are. It's not! And everyone who knows you sees it. Everthing you have ever done, the good and the bad, you have done for love. You raised your little brother for love, you fought fo this whole world for love. That is who you are! You're the most caring man on earth. You are the most selfless, loving human being I will ever know. You know, ever since we met, ever since I pulled you out of hell - knowing you has changed me. Because you cared, I cared. I cared about you. I cared about Sam, I cared about Jack, but I cared about the whole world because of you. You changed me, Dean. Why does this sound like a goodbye? Because it is. I love you. Don't do this, Cas. Cas- Goodbye, Dean.

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[pedrospatch]

we need you

Post Outbreak! Joel Miller x Female Reader

summary: Afraid of failing the two of the people he cares about more than anything, Joel decides you and Ellie are better off without him.

warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI. SET IN JACKSON. takes place during Kin. arguing, angst. helpful to know reader was not present when Joel and Tommy talked in the garage. NO mentions of age, reader has no physical description.

word count: 1.6k

a/n: welllllp i don't know about you guys, but i am DEAD inside after tonight so to cope i am going to write a little drabble. already put it in the warning/tags section, but once again, just to be on the safe side of things: potential spoilers, proceed with caution if you do not want the newest episode spoiled!

“Just what in the motherfucking hell was that, Joel?” You nearly growled, bursting through the door of the bedroom that he’d chosen to occupy for the night. Having heard the way he’d spoken to Ellie—not to mention, all that he had said to her even after her heartbreaking confession to him, her unspoken cry for him not to abandon her, all you could see in your mind was the color red. Sure, you and Joel had been through your fair share of bullshit over the years, disagreements that caused friction between the two of you weren’t all that uncommon seeing as the two of you shared similar personality traits to each other, stubbornness being one of them. But you could not, for the life of you, remember an occasion where you’d been this angry with him, this fucking livid. As you watched him sink down onto the bed without a word, your hands curled into fists at your sides. You knew it would only make matters worse, losing your temper, but you weren’t all too sure that you could contain it this time around.

The blood in your veins was bubbling, boiling hot underneath your skin.

“Are you going to fucking answer me or what?” You prompted, a cool edge to your tone despite the heat radiating throughout your body. “You’re really trying to hand her off to Tommy?”

Joel sighed, shaking his head. “You weren’t supposed to find out like this.”

“Find what out, Joel? That you went off and made a decision, and a really fucking dumb one at that, without even talking to me about it first?” You crossed your arms over your chest, glaring at him. Despite how incredibly furious you were, the sadness was heavy inside of your chest. Tt was as if Joel had forgotten the fact that for the last few months, Ellie had been under your care too, and you had every right to be a part of any decision that he made regarding her and her well-being. It hurt you to your very core that he’d done this without talking to you first, and it hurt you even deeper to know that Ellie had known about this and she’d kept it all to herself all evening.

She’d come home from the movies and when you offered her dinner, she refused to eat and stomped upstairs, locking herself in the bedroom. You’d chalked it up to nothing more than a typical teenaged girl simply having a mood swing. After all, it hadn’t exactly been the best day for Ellie. She’d arrived in Jackson and the first thing she noticed was how everyone in the colony looked at her, especially the children. She was different. She didn’t fit in, she stuck out like a sore thumb and you knew that had to have been hard for her. Not wanting to push her, you’d figured that she would come out of the room eventually and talk you about it when she was good and ready. But now that you knew the real reason why she had come home so upset, you couldn’t help but to feel guilty.

For hours, Ellie had been upstairs in that room knowing that Joel planned on dumping her on Tommy and you didn’t have the slightest fucking clue about what was going on until you’d overheard Joel and Ellie’s shouting match just moments ago.

“Joel.” You said his name in a tone neither of you recognized.

Low, venomous, borderline dangerous.

You were like a ticking bomb, seconds away from going off.

Joel narrowed his eyes at you. “She’s better off with Tommy, alright? And we both fuckin’ know that,” he said. “It’s the best thing to do for her. I’m doin’ it because I know damn good and well that if she stays with me, all I’m gonna do is have her fall into the wrong fuckin’ hands or killed.”

“You’re wrong!” You countered, dropping your arms away from your chest and back down to your sides. “Joel, don’t you dare fucking do this. Ellie doesn’t want Tommy, she wants you. She all but fucking said it right to your face just a minute ago!” You cried, pointing a finger towards the door of the room as if pointing to Ellie herself. “She admitted to you that she wouldn’t feel safe with anyone else, Joel. So don’t you fucking do this to her.”

He gripped the edge of the bed, his knuckles going ghost white. “She’ll be better off with Tommy,” he repeated himself. He paused for a brief moment, just long enough to avert his tortured gaze from yours as he said, “And so would you.”

Your mouth parted slightly in shock. “Fucking excuse me?”

“I can’t keep her safe. Hell, I can barely keep you safe! How many fuckin’ times have I almost lost you? ‘Cause I don’t move fast enough? ‘Cause I’ve made the wrong decisions? ‘Cause I’ve asked you to do somethin’ for me and turns out that I unknowingly sent you into the fuckin’ lion’s den?” He inhaled a sharp breath, and you could hear his voice breaking with each and every word that fell from his lips. “I’ve almost cost you your life how many fuckin’ times now?”

“Joel—”

“Tess died ‘cause of me.” He saw you open your mouth to protest and he quickly added, “You can sit there and tell me over and over that it wasn’t my fault ‘til you’re blue in the face, but let’s just fuckin’ be honest and tell it how it is, alright? I couldn’t get to her quick enough and now she’s dead. I won’t let you meet the same fate.” Joel reached up, raking a hand tiredly through his hair, mentally bracing himself for your reaction to what he was about to say next. “I think you should go with Tommy and get Ellie to where she needs to be. After that, you should—you should think about stayin’ here with him in Jackson. I probably don’t belong here, but you do.”

You let out a small, shaky breath of air.

“Who the hell are you to make that kind of decision for me?” You asked, willing yourself to keep yourself from crumbling into tears. “I’m sorry Joel, but you can’t make that kind of a choice for me. And do you want to know what else?” You didn’t even wait for him to respond. “You can’t make it for Ellie, either.”

“She’s fuckin’ fourteen years old—”

You took a step forward as you challenged him. “Do you really think that girl isn’t smart enough to know deep down inside what’s best for her? Tell me, do you really think that Ellie pulled everything she said out of her ass? Do you honestly think that she could ever trust Tommy the way that she trusts you?” You felt a warm tear slide down your cheek and quickly wiped it away before he could see it. “Ellie is young, but she’s not a baby, Joel. I get that sometimes we need to guide her through shit, but let’s be real. She is old enough to make decisions for herself. Maybe not all of them, but the decision that you’re trying to make for her right here, right now—it isn’t yours to make.” Another tear made its way down the side of your face as you whispered, “And the one you’re trying to make for me isn’t either.”

Joel hung his head, seemingly defeated. “Why can’t you see it’s for the best? Why are you makin’ this so hard?”

Willing your trembling legs to move, you slowly walked over to him and sank to your knees in front of him; although you tried to meet his eyes, he refused. “You care about Ellie. I know it, I can see it and I can feel it. For as much shit as you give her all the time, I know that she’s become so important to you.”

“‘Course she is,” he mumbled. “You’re both important to me.”

You reached for his hands, pulling them forward onto his lap. You placed your own hands on top of his, lacing your fingers together. “Then don’t fucking do this to us, Joel. Please. I’m already down on my knees and I will fucking beg and plead if that’s what it’s going to take.” You crouched down a little further, enough so that you could look up into his dark brown eyes. “Ellie wants to be with you, Joel. And I do too.”

Joel’s gaze glistened with tears that he tried, but failed, to keep from falling in front of you. “I’ll fail you, just like I’ve fuckin’ failed everybody else.”

“Joel, please listen to me. Hear what I am saying, for the love of Christ. We have come so far,” You said, firmly squeezing his hands in yours as if somehow that would snap him out of it. “Whether you choose to believe or not, we’ve only come this far because of you. You have done so much for us. It’s why we trust you, why we feel safe with you. Me and Ellie, we belong with you, Joel—not with Tommy, not with anyone else. We need you, okay? We fucking need you. Do you understand me, Joel?”

Joel exhaled the breath he’d been holding shakily, leaning down to be closer to you. Closing his eyes, he rested his forehead against yours as he tried to even out his breathing.

Rubbing the back of his hands with your thumbs in soothing circles, you lifted your head and lightly pressed your lips against his forehead.

“We’re going to finish what we started,” You murmured quietly against his skin, feeling a slight shudder rack his body as a single whimper escaped him. You squeezed his hands again. “Together, Joel.”

[gladdygirl18]

Sorry I haven't been able to put out more TTS's. A lot has been going on these past few weeks I didn't have time to write, but I am back with another tickle tea story; maybe short maybe long, idk but enjoy 🫶🏾

Blue me, orange BF

So about a few days ago, my boyfriend and I were chilling in his basement watching TV (minecraft I think idr 🤷����‍♀️) and in classic cheeky boyfriend fashion, he sneaks he hand around me and starts tickling me 😅💖

It's gotten to the point where this man tickles me almost every fucking day and I love it 🥰😍💖🫶🏾 after that, he tried to lay on top of me to keep tickling me, but I retaliated with my own tickles. At first he wasn't laughing and I said "come on hun, please laugh. Ik you're not that ticklish, but you're still kinda ticklish"

I was getting a bit frustrated when he wouldn't laugh, but after some time, he started giggling and and trying to stop my hands from tickling him

"Okay okaahahay! Plehehease!"

HIS LAUGHS WERE SO CUTE AHHH 😍😆😍💖🫶🏾😆🥰🫶🏾

Some time passes and it is Sunday evening. My boyfriend and I were cuddling on the couch in his basement and it was heaven omggg 🥰🫶🏾💖 (if u have a partner, have cuddle time it is amazing)

While cuddling I tried to tickle his armpits, but he got the upper hand and tickled me in turn (not that I minded ofc)

Come Tuesday afternoon, my boyfriend was taking a well needed break after doing some work. While sitting between his legs, he pulled me in close and started tickling me (at first i felt very numb to the feeling, but smth happened the night prior that made me really sick so yeah) after a but it did atart to tickle

"What ahahahare you doihihiging?"

"Im giving my girl the beat medicine"

OFC HED USE THAT PHRASE 😆🥰🫶🏾💖 HES SUCH A TEASE

After he finished tickling me, I flipped around and laid on his chest/stomach, I lifted up his shirt and started kissing his belly. Feeling cheeky, I kissed his bellybutton and placed my tongue in it; that got a reaction outta him

"Whats wrong?"

"It tihihihickles!"

"Oh reeeeaaallllyyyy?" Ofc I continued to kiss and tickle his bellybutton. After like a minute or 2, he put his meditation skills to use and blocked out the feeling (cheater 😒)

Now it's (last) Wednesday morning, and my boyfriend and I are just cuddling (even tho we had to be up and out of the house in like half an hour) now normally I'm very stubborn when waking up but this time round I was a bit more cooperative

While in the process of waking up, my boyfriend started tickling me so much omgg 😆😆🫶🏾💖🤭🤣 and you wanna know what the said to me?

"Who's my tickly girl? Who's my giggly girl? Come on, tell me~"

AHHHHH IVE ASCENDED😆😆💖🫶🏾🫶🏾😆💖💖

And he was hitting all of my sweet spots too omgggg laughing like that is so freeing. When he finally stopped, he climbed on top of me and asked, "How was that for a wake up call?"

All i could do was laugh. Wednesday after while sitting with some friends, I started ticking one of my other friends who is very ticklish in front of her boyfriend (he was on FaceTime at the time) and I was giving him tips on how to tickle her, but he already knew 🤭😏 (they are so cute together I swear😭💖🥰)

After that, my boyfriend slips his hand underneath my hoodie and shirt and starts kneading my belly pudge with ticklish vigor and oh goodness was it funny 😆🤣🤭💖 but it was fun tho

I said it once and i will say it again; it has gotten to the point where my boyfriend tickles me daily and omggg it is so freaking fun 😆💖 dear Lord the names he calls me

"What was that, my ticklish/giggly girl?" "Come on~ you know you wanna laugh" "laugh, laugh~"

AHHHHH I LOVE HIM SO MUCH 😭🥰😆💖😆🥰😭💖

I'm gonna break this up into another part cuz a lot happened in the past few days and if I put it all here, it's gonna be long as hell, so stay tuned for another update soon (might be tomorrow)

Tagging: @sunstone-smiles @giggly-squiggily @burningablaze @cutesmokes @otomiyaa

[aesterblaster]

For the ship game! Bachisagi, hubris

A/N : Honestly for these had to remember it's not asking for full on fics just what comes to your head first TT so sorry

tw for homophobia

Hubris: Excessive Pride, Defiance of the Gods

When it came out that famous soccer player Isagi Yoichi, main playmaker of the experimental Blue Lock project, was dating Bachira Meguru a fellow player...a man...all hell broke loose. Not even Anri could pr her way out of a just slightly off screen kiss that managed to get onto Blue Lock TV. There was an outpouring of outraged fans, some fangirls of either of the boys who were simply upset that they'd never have a chance, some claiming that the repressive enviornment had changed their behavior and this was more proof BLLK was unnatural, and still others simply sending in death threats.

Isagi was completely unaware of this. He thought that maybe, just maybe he was far away enough from the prying eyes of the camera...but he didn't know they were in the common areas too. He thought they were just on the field until he used his reward points to get his phone back. If there was one thing Isagi Yoichi was, it was prideful. He couldn't deny that watching people react to his skills was as validating as it was unreal, seeing the love pour in from around the world only made him more motivated to keep going and to defeat Kaiser. But this time when he looked up his name on Twitter all he got were clips of him kissing Bachira.

His cheeks went red. Fuck. He hastily scrolled through the tag past the frankly violating fanart that had been posted at light speed, past the wild speculations and accusations, all the way to a comment from one of his old teammates. "Always knew that guy was off..he was always looking at me weird during practices. Fucking disgusting. I hope he gets kicked out of there soon and seen as the fluke he is, he's just there to try and make the other guys date him." Isagi stared at that one for a long time, he frankly couldn't even remember who this guy was and now he was claiming Isagi was eyeing him? "Why does every good player have to be a homo these days this is actually sickening..just imagine what they do off camera..." Isagi turned off his phone, he'd seen enough, he had a match tomorrow he should be training for that.

Yoichi kicked like he meant to break the goal in half, he kicked like he was trying to behead someone, he almost broke the image generating collar of the fake goalie. He just wanted to get rid of everything he was feeling welling up inside of him like a bucket trying to hold its own under torential rainfall. He felt disgusted at himself, like his pride had been marred and he'd been caught commiting a crime. What would his parents think? What would Ego say? How the hell did that even get online in the first place. Isagi let out a scream of pure anger as he angled his kick towards a camera in the corner of the room. He knew those bastards were watching him even now and making jokes about his tantrum. He had to score next match..he had to crush the opposition..he had to prove himself..he was better than them.

"Is this...a bad time?" Shit. Isagi didn't turn around, even though he really really wanted to. He just kept his back to Bachira, his breathing slowing as he tried to weigh his options in his head. "Y'know, I was wondering if you were coming to lunch, all the good stuff is going to be gone soon.." AKA, come with me, I want to spend time with you. Bachira felt so smart when he came up with those little code words and phrases to talk to Isagi without letting the producers and sponsors of Blue Lock know everything...Isagi marveled at how useless that was now.

"I already ate. You can beat it, I want to practice alone."

Bachira stiffened. Isagi was never this blunt with him, sure he was shy sometimes but there was a new edge to his partner's voice that made his eyebrows furrow in confusion. "Isagi..."

"Meguru-" Isagi never called him Meguru. "just get the hell out. I need to actually focus." If only he could see the way Bachira's heart sunk when he said that, if only he turned around and saw his amber eyes glossy with held back tears, maybe he would've been a little kinder. "I said fucking beat it damn it! Didn't you hear I already ate? We need to start being serious. This is a competition and only one of our egos will win. If you practice with me all the time you'll know everything right?! My prefrences, my likes and dislikes, why I do what I do......"

It had taken so, so long to get to this point. So many hours of talking in front of the screens and watching replays of matches, so many small touches and compliments, so many moments spent awkwardly questioning if they both felt the same way. Only to be ripped apart as one instant on some viral tv show they barely even asked to be on. "So fucking leave."

In that instant, Isagi didn't know Bachira had already left.

:After The Match:

Bachira knew exactly what Isagi was upset about. He saw the clip after Hiori mentioned it to him in passing ("Oh and I didn't know you two were a couple. That explains a lot.") and he was similarly horrified by people's responses. But there was one key difference between Isagi and Bachira.

Bachira had been through this type of thing before. He had been kicked and bullied and called names for doing things no one else understood. He'd been called weird and gross and abnormal before. And his only response was to keep going. He couldn't stop these people from calling him horrible things and he sure as hell couldn't please them. If some team wanted to drop their offer because he loved someone and they loved him back then so be it. He'd be damned if he stopped showing up for his boyfriend.

So he went to watch his match on the benches. The way he got so riled up during the match, staring at the field like a man on a mission, the amazing goals he scored when no one saw him coming..it all reminded Bachira why he loved Isagi so much in the first place. Just seeing him explode with speed and purpose across the turf got his heart racing and his looks when he blocked someone before stealing the ball were only comparable to a supermodel. The angles he managed to hit the ball at, the spin he put into it, all of it made Bachira proud to be Isagi's boyfriend. He just had to wait until he was back to prove it.

"Isagi! That was amazing!" Shit. Isagi couldn't turn his back this time so he just tried to wave him off. There were showers in the common areas too after all.

"Bachira.." There was nothing more he wanted than to collapse into his arms, his whole body felt like it was burning from the inside out, like he had been running from something his whole life. God, why was he so perfect with his two toned hair and sculpted muscles? Why was he so gentle, wrapping around Isagi like a warm blanket after a hard day? "You're making this so hard."

"What avoiding me after that kiss was caught on TV?"

"Y-you know about that!? Bachira we have to stay apart until this all cools down I- I can't waste my carrer."

Bachira only hugged him tighter. "You think they're gonna stop. But they won't. You're scared, I get it. I kind of am too. But there's no way I'm letting some people online who've never even touched a soccer ball tell me to stop kissing you." Isagi gently pushed away to create just enough distance to stare into his eyes, it was his turn to get teary.

"Fuck, I-I..are you sure?"

"Yeah. I am." And right there, in front of a well placed camera, Bachira kissed Isagi Yoichi, top soccer player and emerging super star. And he was planning to do it again and again, as long as he let him.

[live-laugh-loverpool]

Weird Managers’ Club Group Chat

Tags: @millythegoat, @moomin279, @alissonbecksfan234, @rubybecker-rb2

SuperFrankieLampard: Well, it happened 😐

TheNormalOne: What happened? 🤨

TT: Jurgen YOU forgot to punctuate an emoji?!

TheNormalOne: My period key is sticking on my laptop

MiniBeethoven: You know there’s an online keyboard, right?

TT: WHY did you do that to us Thomas?!

TheNormalOne: I didn’t know, I don’t like to use much technology

Jessethe🐐: Of course

SuperFrankieLampard: Nobody’s gonna ask what happened? Sheesh 🙄 I thought you were my friends

TT: We are

TheNormalOne: What happened?

SuperFrankieLampard: I was sacked 🫤 Do you guys even watch Sky Sports?

TheNormalOne: I don’t—I have to bring out the mute button for half of the show

Jessethe🐐: Darn it I’m sorry

Jessethe🐐: Maybe Thomas could take over for you

MiniBeethoven: Which Thomas?

TT: Isn’t it obvious who he’s talking about?

TheNormalOne: Hey Thomas! Remember my old teammate Torsten?

TT: Oh right

TheNormalOne: He left when he was 25

TT: We lost touch with him, didn’t we?

TheNormalOne: We should have a reunion of our old teammates!

SuperFrankieLampard: Uh guys glad you remember your teammates, but not all of us came for an ancient history lesson

TT: COME ON I’m almost as old as you

TT: I’m 49 and you’re 44

SuperFrankieLampard: I retired in 2016 and you retired in 1998

TT: BECAUSE OF A CARTILAGE INJURY YOU IMBECILE

SuperFrankieLampard: I won a Champion’s League

TT: So did I—as manager

MiniBeethoven: they’re still fighting?

TheNormalOne: Ever since Thomas replaced Frank as Chelsea manager they’ve been fighting among each other

Jessethe🐐: And I thought I was pretty 🙄

MiniBeethoven: don’t you mean petty?

Jessethe🐐: That too 😎

SuperFrankieLampard: I was named one of the best midfielders of my time

TT: Every club Jurgen’s ever managed has found me as the only solution to replace him

TheNormalOne: Do NOT bring me into this, you two

(THE SPECIAL ONE, ANTONIO, CATALANMAGICIAN and MIKEL have joined the chat.)

TheSpecialOne: And I thought my third-season meltdowns were a mess 😑

CatalanMagician: Jurgen! What the heck is going on?

TheNormalOne: Frank and Thomas are arguing AGAIN

Mikel: I don’t have time for this! I have to choose which black sweater to wear today! 

Mikel: I just found out stupid Google doesn’t even have a SWEATER EMOJI

TheNormalOne: How many black sweaters must you choose FROM?!

Mikel: Every sweater in my wardrobe is black

TheSpecialOne: What the hell?! Are you dressing for a funeral or something?!

Mikel: The funeral of the opposition 😎

Jessethe🐐: Fair considering you’re top of the league 😶

SuperFrankieLampard: If VAR was used fairly you wouldn’t be

Mikel: EXCUSE ME

Mikel: We have the sexiest captain in the league 🕺

TheNormalOne: YOU DO NOT

TheNormalOne: That goes to Hendo

TheNormalOne: And Milly for the vice-captain position

Mikel: PEP tell him that he’s biased

CatalanMagician: It is questionable

Jessethe🐐: YES

Jessethe🐐: Especially considering that we’ve got Pascal as one of the captains

TheSpecialOne: Now that’s just wrong 😐

SuperFrankieLampard: AHA I just found out Thomas broke his leg and sat on a cooler! Take THAT

TT: really Frank? You’ve got nothing better to do?

TheSpecialOne: It is clear to see who sexiest captain in the league goes to

Mikel: Who if not Martin?

TheNormalOne: Ali? Hugo?

CatalanMagician: Ilkay?

Antonio: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

TheNormalOne: Good candidate 👍

SuperFrankieLampard: Harry Kane?

MiniBeethoven: Who are you kidding?

TheSpecialOne: It’s me ✊

TheNormalOne: NO

TheNormalOne: HECK NO HELL NO SHAMONE NOOO

MiniBeethoven: You never played pro football in your entire life, Jose

Mikel: For once, we agree

TT: But bear with me and agree that Kepa is the sexiest goalkeeper alive

TheNormalOne: I think you mistook “Kepa” with “Ali” or “Kweev”

SuperFrankieLampard: I would argue for Pickford since he’s my goalie, but then I’d be living a lie and I like to be Frank

TT: For once, I agree with you

CatalanMagician: Let’s just go, I’m working on my best tactic yet

CatalanMagician: I call it “the false goalkeeper”

TheNormalOne: Leave me out of it!!! I love our Alisson 💛.💚.💙. And our Caoimhin 💚.🤍.🧡. And our Adrian 💛.❤️.🖤.

TT: Jesucristo Jurgen must you always DO that?!

TheNormalOne: It adds character 😎.

TT: I’m outta here!

SuperFrankieLampard: Praise the Lord 🙏😒.

TT: FRANK JAMES LAMPARD JUNIOR WHAT DID YOU JUST DO

SuperFrankieLampard: It was a mistake I swear!

Mikel: I’d rather choose my sweater

SuperFrankieLampard: I agree with him

TT: GET A LIFE

(THENORMALONE has ended the chat.)

[watermelon-converse]

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#5

Pride Ask Game

its time to introduce ourselves! Put in your name, pronouns, and labels, and tag at least three people you want to know better! 🌈

name: melon

pronouns: she/they/he

gender labels: genderfluid; bigender, transmasc, queer

attraction labels: bisexual, omni, sapphic, queer

relationship labels: ambiarmorous (you dont have to follow the same method of listing that i did btw)

tagging: @gayfrogcoven @queercoded-disney-villain @daughter-of-night @insaneillusionist @pieces0fconsciousness

1,106 notes - Posted June 6, 2022

#4

yeah. you cant escape him

2,078 notes - Posted June 16, 2022

#3

“Join tumblr you’ll never be bored again” yeah well you lied. My mutuals haven’t posted in three minutes smh

2,801 notes - Posted April 12, 2022

#2

Dana Terrace.

Dana Terrace, who works so hard to make sure the LGBTQ+ community feels seen.

Dana Terrace, who fought, so long and hard, for what little she got to do with her show.

Dana Terrace, who tried to keep good faith even when it was hard as hell.

Dana Terrace, who had all of her plans sidetracked just when they were coming true.

Dana Terrace, who up until recently has been doing her own promotional art because Disney isn’t.

Dana Terrace, who does not just sit aside and let people dictate who is and isnt valid and worthy of representation.

Dana Terrace, who trooped though anyway. who is doing what she can. Who is standing up for what she believes in. Who is risking her job by telling the world that she believes in LGBTQ+ kids and adults when no one else will.

Dana, you’re my hero. I don’t think you realize how much this means to us. Or maybe you do; and that’s why you’re working so, so hard. I’m proud of you. You’re a superhero. You deserve to breathe, to let us help. You’re not doing this alone.

But you’ve carried us such a long way. Thank you.

Fans, let’s please do what we can! Dana’s charity auction is TOMORROW and im sorry im late, but lets get this going! Make this viral! Get Dana to see this! Get fans over there at 3 PM EST!!! You have no reason not to reblog this! Reposts are welcome! Get this to Twitter if you need to!

https://mobile.twitter.com/DanaTerrace/status/1502437623905746946

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My #1 post of 2022

Most of the tumblr trends are pretty self contained - I don’t go around telling everyone about horse plinko or referencing the live slug reaction too much, or saying “eeby deeby” or anything like that around non-tumblrinas. So why is it that I keep wanting to turn towards everyone I know and say “hey have you seen the 1973 Martin Scorsese film Goncharov yet”

14,507 notes - Posted November 24, 2022

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[ajaxsbeloved]

the new hc about witch's s/o is so cuteeee!!! really cuteeee, i love iiiit .

but suddenly it give me an idea for request, how about xiao turned into cat and reader (not traveler) take care of him for a week - of course reader doesn't know that cat is the adepti. that's why when the cat dissappeared and since then she always feels like someone is watching her from afar is making her confused

kitty litter and collar bells 🍧

order for: xiao

flavor: fluff/slight comedy

order summary: stumbling upon a kitty that reminded you of him was an unexpected event, what’s even more unexpected is that it is him

warnings: none

[thank you for requesting anon!! i’m so sorry it took forever, i’ve been trying to back into writing regularly but i’ve been pretty busy. i hope you like it :D]

he never saw this coming, what the hell did he eat yesterday that turned him into a feline?

he did as he usual, walking around the streets of liyue making sure that everything was in order; at least this way it was easier for him to listen to his opponents

he was walking around hissing at anyone who got too close when he felt himself getting picked up and he yelled in defense before realizing who it was

of course you only heard a harsh meow from the cat but other than that he seemed to be safe, you picked him up and carefully observed him

his fur was a soft dark teal color and his eyes were a soft pretty gold, he was quite rebellious and it seemed that he was very careful about people touching him

“you remind me of someone”

he thought you had finally realized that it was him, thank the archons! he wanted to go back to normal, then again he also wouldn’t want to suffer the teasing that would follow suit

“hmmm, i think i’ll name you xiao”

that smile on your face was so bright, not like any of the ones you had ever shown him before. had you shown this smile to everyone or did he only notice it now that he was up close?

you brought him to your home and showed him around, locking him in you went to the store to get things that were needed in order to take care of him

once you left xiao took another tour around, making sure to check if there was anything suspicious or unusual. the house smelled like you, not that it was unexpected... but it was nice.

he jumped onto the bed and a wave of fatigue hit him, in the warmth of your room he allowed himself a moment to relax and fall asleep. he could get used to this...

he awoke in a sleepy state, yawning he turned over only to find your face right in from of him. seeing you up close like this and so peaceful... it was surreal and in total honesty; beautiful.

your eyes fluttered open and you sent him a soft smile, your light breathing and genuine happiness made him flustered. thank morax for his cat like form or else he would’ve never been able to look you in the eyes again

“good morning xiao”

your voice was a bit husky from having just woken up but you reached out for him to pet to soft fur, your touch was so gentle and loving. it was like nothing he’s ever felt before... but he wasn’t complaining...

throughout the week he got used to being a cat, though he wondered how long he would stay like this. he did have a job to do after all, he couldn’t protect liyue as a cat TT

you were out yet again and as per tradition, xiao took a little nap as he awaited your return. however this time when he woke up, he was human again!

he quickly realized how bad it would look if you came home to xiao as a human laying on your bed and he made his way out of your home quickly before returning to his own.

he took note of all the weird stares he got on his way home but it wasn’t until he took a look in the mirror that he noticed; his collar was still on.

that first night you had spent with xiao you gifted him something, it was a pretty cyan colored collar with a golden heart shaped tag that had his name engraved on it and as much as he’d hate to admit; he didn’t wanna just get rid of it. despite how much he was afraid of getting close to people he’d grown quite attached to you so he put the collar on his bedside table and went back to his normal life.

however for you it wasn’t so easy to go back to your normal life, you missed your cat. of course, you loved him and had gotten used to his presence so discovering out that you couldn’t find him was heartbreaking. you completely ignored xiao (the human that is) for a whole week before you came to him home, this last week had been hard and as much as you thought he would be weirded out; he was the only one you could think of to go to.

he opened the door and to his shock you were there on the verge of tears, he let you in and sat you down on the couch to talk to him. of course, he knew all of what your story was but he didn’t think it was going to affect you so much :(

after you cried your eyes out you fell asleep and being the gentleman that xiao is he wouldn’t just leave you on the couch like that so he carried you into his bedroom and layed you in his bed for the time being.

upon awakening you realized where you were and felt immense guilt for dumping all your issues onto xiao as well as taking up his bed. you must admit though it was a very nice one... and it smelled a lot like the cat xiao. now that you think about it... the whole house did and so did the human xiao.

it’s merely a coincidence, don’t let it get to you. you snapped out of your thoughts and rolled over to get out of the bed, slapping your hand on the night stand you heard a jingle.

what in the world? you grabbed the nylon material and heard another jingle as a cold metal grazed your hand. your eyes widened once you processed what it was... this... was xiao’s collar? the one you had gotten for him!

you jumped out of your tired state and ran into the family room, your frantic presence surprised xiao and he was looked at you with concern before his eyes were to notice the collar

“why do you have this?” your feelings of confusion were well justified while xiao stood there in disbelief

well... what is supposed to say? it wouldn’t exactly be easy to tell the person you fell in love with that you lived with them as a cat

he decided to just sit you down and explain it since he couldn’t just lie and say something (somehow) more absurd like kidnapping your cat

while you were relieved that your “cat” was ok, you were more embarrassed to realize that before you had come over xiao already knew about you naming your cat after him...

but then that brought up a new question

“...xiao, why do you still have the collar?”

it was quiet, very very quiet. the silence filled the room for a few moments before xiao spoke up with something you would’ve never expected him to say

“because, it reminds me of you...”

and then it clicked, that all the times your cat xiao had snuggled up to you or purred when getting affection or relaxed under your kisses was the real xiao; the one who was right in front of you

and since that night you two have gotten closer, close enough to be lovers that is and every now and then you laugh about how if it weren’t for xiao being turned into a cat that you never would’ve gotten here <3

[aobawilliams]

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips.

(Make your own post.)  

*glance at my WIP folder* I’m just,, gonna focus on the ones I got actual content for, because my WIP folder is a mess and some of them aren’t even developped at all.

(though, very honestly, if anyone asks for those non-descript WIP I am totally down to share)

@achairwithapandaonit tagged me!

1) DC The Time Travel Who The Hell Is This Kid Case // a detco tt au where conan is a lil shit

2) MHA - Ghosts AU // MHA GhostsBBC AU

3) MHA Reincarnation AU

4) MHA the accidental izuku time travel - Dad For All // MHA an izuku accidental time travel that i wont write

5) MHA Vigilante Yagi AU

6) Eeby Deeby February Prompt

7) MHA - AfO dies AU

8) MHA - aizawa rooftop scene sewer might au

9) MHA - Role Reversal Izuku Rody Just Remembered

10) MHA - Todoroki Shoutos ten step plan for expulsion

11) MHA Nana reborn as Inko - the flowers have water

12) MHA role reversal izuku shigaraki

13) MHA Wash the mentor Izuku didnt expected but still deserved - the big importance of small things

14) PKM AU isekai arceus

15) MHA - Comic Book OFA AU

16) MHA - shinsou accidentally uncover the whole conspiracy

17) MHA - villain mic au

18) NART nanadaime tt to do good for his family au

19) NART-SH xover

20) FMA shit i wasnt going to expend aka fma tt fic

Uh I guess everything is quite clear. Good job me keeping the folder cleanish enough. If there’s two names it’s because I got a folder name and then a file name.

Some are actually really old but I haven’t given up on them, that’s why I’m putting them out here.

Tagging! @bloustorm @eraserdead @arbitrarycategories @romiithebirdie @artistfingers and that’s it, I’m not gonna tag 20 people 5 is plenty enough. If you see this and wanna do it, take this as permission to do it and tag me.

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My Life is One Complication After Another 3

Cursing Ahead 🤬

Ao3 *** First *** Previous *** Next

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Ever since Mari's classmates stopped talking with her, they also stopped asking her for favors. Along with a blocked and rotating schedule for patrols meant that she actually had a sleep schedule. Sure she didn't get nearly enough but that was what coffee is for.

That was how she found herself down in the bakery with her papa. Roy had called her and the four of them talked and it was comfortable. Mari was the one who opened and was watching the front. She was still talking with Roy, but now it was on a headset, as he was out patrolling In Starling City.

"So as I was saying before we were oh so rudely interrupted." came Roy's voice in her ear. "So Ice cream and movies?"

A soft laughter escaped her and a smile on her lips.

"Sounds gre..." the bell at the door chimed. "Hey guys come in," she greeted the Waynes.

"Let me guess the bats?" Roy supplied as Dick bounced towards the counter.

"Good morning Marinette!" Dick practically sang loud enough for even Roy to hear.

"God how the hell is he so chipper so early." she heard Roy grumble.

"God damn morning people," she grumbled. That elicited laughter from both Roy and Jason.

"Amen to that!" Tim seconded in a monotone lifting a coffee cup. "Maman I'm going to take the Waynes up." she called poking her head into the kitchen. Her Maman nodded so she picked up her phone and walked towards them.

"I'll Let you go," Roy was about to hang up.

"Wait how about we give the Bats a heart attack." she smirked changing to the ancient language of miracles.

"I like the way you think, I'll catch you later." he responded in the same tongue.

"See ya then." she smiled, switching back the language. Ending the call and removing the ear piece. “Are you guys coming or do I have to drag you guys?" she turned back already at the door. Granted most of them showed confused faces and side eyes, but she smiled. They followed her without saying a word.

Once they were in the apartment she excused herself to change into more appropriate gear. She activated Kaalki’s miraculous, who then silently portaled out.

That being said she changed into a pair of black skinny cargo pants with red combat boots. A black long sleeve shirt under a cropped red sleeveless hoodie. Her hair was half down with red and pink streaks and a mini white gold backpack with three patches in the same white gold finished her outfit. She grabbed four parcels and went down.

"So we can either do the boring ground tour or," she held up the bundles. "we can turn up the speed."

"I like the way you think Pixie Pop." Jason stood and she handed him his.

"Roy sent me you guy's sizes, so I altered and customized a few things." she smiled. "bathroom is over there and the guest room is next to it." Dick looked torn between excited and horrified when handed his stack.

Tim seemed awake, but she knew better, "go change and I'll have a fresh pot of coffee ready." He nodded robotically as he got up.

She set the last bunch next to Damian, who was looking like an angry kitten. She sat down next to him and leaned in.

"What are you.." he started but Mari whispered in his ear.

"The jacket has a hidden sling for a katana, which will be practically invisible when on." His eyes widened slightly and there was a bit of slack in his jaw now. Before turning into an amused smirk. "Use my room up the stairs and through the hatch." she finished as he headed up the stairs.

"I'm impressed he let you close without struggling," Bruce broke his silence, as she finished prepping the coffee maker.

"Well he would have if," she began as Damian practically crashed down the stairs and all but tackled Bruce before rushing out the door. The closest she had ever seen her baby brother smile, which effectively made her smile.

"Holy crap! What are you?!" Dick made himself known.

"More importantly what the fuck did you do with Demon spawn!" Jason shouted from next to Tim, who was being propped up by both Jason and Dick.

"Tt. I am right here Todd." The scowl reappearing on his features. "It is adequate Dupain-Cheng."

"I'll take it as a compliment on one condition."

"And that is?" he rose a brow.

"You call me Marinette not Dupain-Cheng. I'm your sister aren't I?"

He seemed to war with himself for a moment before stating. "That is acceptable, Marinette."

At this point all the bats in the room were playing a game of ping-pong between Marinette and Damian. They were trying to figure out what magic spell Marinette must have used, when in reality she just seemed to fall into Damian’s good graces automatically. OK so maybe Marinette being the holder of the ladybug miraculous as well as being the great guardian of the order has that affect on most people, a sense of respect and trust that seems to permeate her aura.

She was handing Tim a huge mug as the front door swung open to reveal her Maman.

"Hello Bruce," Sabine greeted.

"It is good to see you Sabine," was his response.

“Maman," Mari pulled her mother's attention from her biological father. "These are Bruce's boys and my brothers. Tim, Jason, Dick, and Damian." she motioned to each one respectively.

"It's nice to meet all of you." Sabine smiled, "why don't all of you get something from the bakery before you go."

After finishing their small breakfast in the park Mari pulled out a map and a marker.

"So what do you guys want to see?" They listed off places that she marked down. She added a few to the list to fill it out, marked the route and took a picture and sent it to Roy. "Okay so this will work." she glanced at her phone. A quick look on social media showed no one has found Andre yet. She pulled out a case of comms and added, "Also keep your eyes out for Andre."

"Who is that?" Dick asked taking the earpiece.

"Andre's Ice cream cart, the best ice cream in Paris." Marinette answered.

"Then why must we look for him?" Damian added.

"Well he changes locations daily and turns it into a game of tag of sorts."

"Alright, lead the way Pixie." with a smirk she dashed off her brothers close on her heels.

Yes this is the best way to get to see the city, but this was also a test to see how the bats did without their toys.

Getting to Notre Dame was uneventful. Dick kept up a steady conversation with her, just a step behind with Damian, Jason brought up the rear but would constantly toss in quips and questions. Damian and Tim were mostly quiet, unless they were trying to get one of their brothers to stop a particularly embarrassing story.

Getting to the Louve was even more entertaining. Now that Dick had a feel for the Parisian roofs he would do flips and vaults to make her laugh. In the Louve is another story.

They had accidentally ran into some of her classmates, quite literally. She and her brothers were taking goofy 'walk like an Egyptian' group photos on the second floor of the Egyptian exhibit, the mini Ladybug camera was reattaching to her phone charm when Tim began asking her questions about it.

"Well my best friend loves anime, and we kinda sorta binged the entire Dragon Ball series and when we saw the ladybug camera. He said it would be impossible to create and maintain the quality of the image. So I kinda sorta made it out of spite." she mumbled the end.

"Hell if you weren't my sister I would beg Bruce to adopt you," Tim stated. "Do you have the files I would love to look through them. Maybe send them to Babs or Cy!"

"Sure I think I have it on a flash drive." That was when a tall body, walking backwards slammed into her, pushing her into Jason. "oof."

"You okay." Dick was in full mama hen mode fretting over her.

"I wasn't watching where I was going." the figure spoke as he turned around. "I'm sor." the words died on his tongue, Kim.

Max, Alix, Nino, Alya, and oh kwami no Lila, who were now all snickering.

"I'm fine Dick," she smiled to reassure him. However her classmates were shocked.

Lila of course was the one who broke the silence, by beginning to cry. "I'm so sorry about her. I know she hates me but to be so rude to a complete stranger!" her sobs breaking the sentence while her lackeys went to console her, glaring daggers at Marinette.

"Seriously girl," Alya began to scold her. "Your little out burst not only made Lila cry. Your insulting someone who is just trying to be nice."

She and her brothers were now standing awkwardly being scolded by a teenager. After three minutes of trying to figure out what they were being scolded for and why the guys hadn't apparently left.

"What the fuck did she do that your yelling at her for?" Jason finally broke Alya's rant. Now it was the five Parisians and the Italian to stand there confused.

"She called him a dick," Alya sighed exasperated.

"Yes." Dick answered confusing them further.

"Dick."Tim now called.

"What?!"

"Dick!!" Damian, Marinette, Tim, and Jason all called, and immediately began laughing.

"What? Oh, oh," a sheepish smile now on his face. “Names Richard but I go by Dick,” he explained to those who weren’t laughing, smiling at them.

"Tt. this is why I call you Grayson." Damian rolled his eyes. "Besides this one still has not apologized." he jabbed a finger to Kim.

"It's not worth it Damian,” Marinette shook her head. "We should head back to the bakery anyways. Maman has probably finished scolding Bruce." she smirked.

"Damn I wish I was a fly on the wall for that conversation" Jason lamented.

"Well..." she held up the ladybug charm and flipped it over showing an empty space.

"Two!" Tim shouted.

"Anyone who beats me back gets a copy," she smiled.

"Your on." Jason nodded as he vaulted over the safety wall from the second floor. Damian and Dick sprinted in opposite directions.

"Sorry Mars your gonna loose." Tim shouted as the last to leave.

"We'll see," she shot back. "Bye," She turned to her classmates as she grabbed the railing above and flipped up and over to the third floor, running to one of the secret zip lines the miraculous team set up.

"What the fuck" was faintly heard behind her, all but Lila and Max shouted by the sounds of it, as she jumped from the window.

She made up quite a bit of distance and seemed to be on Damian's heel. She had passed Tim and Dick was a few steps behind. Jason was just out of arm reach. So with a burst of speed both she and Damian were shoulder to shoulder with Jason.

The three of them simultaneously practically crashed into the side door of the bakery.

"I won."

"In your dreams Todd."

"I beat both you and Pixie"

"Check your eyes, or do you need the camera installed in your helmet." Jason's gaze hardened at Damian's words.

"How about we call it a three way tie and you both get a copy." Mari interrupted. "We should head up." Laughing Marinette opened the door and went up.

Lunch was rambunctious, but she was coming to expect that with her brothers.

“Too bad we couldn’t find that ice cream guy Mari,” Tim spoke up once everyone had finished eating.

“Oh let’s see if anyone has posted where he’s at today!” She went to check her phone but a message ended up distracting her.

Andres in your favorite spot I’ll meet you there at 7 your time.

"Cool he’ s in my favorite spot in all of Paris which just happens to be the last spot on our list today," she announced, sending off a text, setting her phone down, screen up.

Can't wait Katniss

"Why don’t you all go and Mari can get to know Bruce," Sabine offered.

OK granted it’s a good idea, maybe I should get to know my biological father but am I ready to? Do I want to? Am I yes, yes I want to get to know my biological father, yes I want my family to grow, my brothers are such protective goofballs and I love them already.

"Sounds good," she smiled.

That was when her phone lit up from a message. She went to pick it up, but she was to slow.

Jason was the one who snacked her phone. "Message from Katniss says see ya then Peeta. So who's Katniss Pixie."

"Well..." she started but she began to blush furiously.

"That would be her boyfriend," her Maman decided to add before heading back down to the bakery with Papa.

Dick pounced asking a million and one questions, Bruce physically froze but she could tell his mind was racing because that look was much the same as hers. Jason was pensive, while Tim and Damian just seemed bored or tired.

So that was how she found herself talking about Roy, blushing furiously. While simultaneously avoiding his name and details that would tip any of them off. After about a half hour of her answering questions did Dick start telling her about his fiancée. How they were planning on setting a date for the wedding.

After that the next few hows was spent sharing stories and tidbits of themselves.

However, thanks to Dick a design was swimming in her mind. so she did the only logical thing and ran up to her room. Grabbed three drives, her tablet and pen and ran back down. She tossed the red drive to Tim, and Jason and Damian each a black drive. Plopped down and began stretching out an Italian suit with a nock lapel. A rough coloration of a midnight blue offset by a sapphire. Accents of golden thread, emerald buttons and an Osiria rose in the lapel. She signed the design 'Mira Luck' and handed Dick the tablet.

"So I couldn't help myself," she begun to fidget. "But in my defense you told a designer about a wedding and my brain wouldn't stop screaming at me until this was on something. So what do you think? I know its rough but."

"Holy Shit your Mira Luck as in M, Jagged Stones personal designer. You are M as in the designer for the Lucky Spot!!" Tim screamed lunging to take the tablet from Dick.

"That's me," a blindingly bright smile lit up her features.

"So what do you think?" she asked again.

"It's amazing we were actually hoping to talk to you about Kori’s dress." Dick smiled. "I could call her it's not too late there."

"Perhaps it would be best to discuss it in person when Marinette next goes, that way she can get to know Gotham." Bruce interjected.

"That actually might be sooner than you think," she responded.

"I was actually accepted to be an exchange student for the next semester at Gotham Academy."

"Wait you’re willing we going to Gotham to study! You ’re going to Gotham willingly. Bruce I think your daughter might be a little crazy." Jason surprisingly brought up.

"I might be but but it’s no crazier than Paris and it’s a Akumas. Besides I would love to design your fiancée’s dress and we should head over to Andre’s ice cream before the sunsets that way we can watch the lighting of the Eiffel tower." She got up and called out. "Hey Jason mind passing me my backpack."

"Yeah sure," he went around he couch to grab it and toss it to her but before he did he finally seemed to notice the patches. "Wait are these The Outlaws."

"Yeah Red Hood, Arsenal, Star Fire, and Bizarro." she was smiling.

"Why choose The Outlaws?" Tim brought up.

"Honestly it was because Roy mentioned something about Arsenal and Red Hood and I ended up liking of the logos, so I made them into the backpack," she shrugged. "Besides unless you’re looking at it close enough you can’t tell which is always fun to see if people pay attention to it, let’s go."

At that the six of them walked out of the apartment, away from the bakery towards the Palais de Chaillot.

"So what's so special about Andre's Ice cream?" B asked.

"Personally I think he is a meta. But what he does is he can either see your true reflection or that of the person best suited to you."

"So he sees souls?" Tim added.

"Not quite, more like he sees the main qualities of you or your go." she tapped her chin.

"But he is meta,” Tim tried to figure.

"That's the only explanation I can come up with but I have no idea." Marinette shrugged.

"So how does he do it." Tim was now fully invested in this.

"Well you either ask for love or self and he usually does three to four ice cream flavors and gives a short reason."

They were now at the top of the stairs at the Palais de Chaillot looking out at the Eiffel Tower. They stood there as the last of the light faded from the sky. The city was dark for a moment as the Eiffel Tower lit up and slowly the lamps lit up.

"So that's why this is your favorite spot Minnie." A voice behind her chuckled. She turned around and nearly tackled him.

"Hey speedy." she pecked his cheek.

Not a second later did Jason scream, "Roy!"

"Ready for that movie?” Roy asked her an arm around her shoulders.

"Of course," she smiled. "See you guys around."

"What the fuck are you doing in Paris Roy!?" Jason screamed.

"Um... Date night," he answered. The Waynes were now practically surrounding the couple.

"What?" Apparently it was Dick's turn to yell.

"Seriously. I thought you said the bats and birds were detectives." she spoke just loud enough for them to hear. "It's kinda hard to believe with the big bat having a heart attack over there." Sure enough Bruce was seriously hyperventilating.

"Oh mind giving this to LB?" He handed her a small nondescript red box.

"Sure," Marinette took the box, "Au Revoir."

From there they left and oh kwamii did she wish she could replay that again, oh wait I can.

Next

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Anon said: [Spoilers for non-manga readers] opinion on Baku's hero name?

Very Bakugou, honestly don’t mind it at all! Mostly just surprised it’s, like, legal in the bnha universe for heroes to call themselves stuff like explodo-kills (and also that there isn’t a character limit for hero names??) but that Bakugou would stick with it is pretty damn in character for him so I like it xD still, I’ll probably just call him Dynamight if I’ll ever need to use his hero name lmao

Anon said: not to be the most romantic sap but uh just a kiss by lady a is killin me

Nothing sappy about letting romantic songs get to you!!!! I say, as I’m constantly crying over romantic songs so this mindset benefits me as well lol

Anon said: i may or may not have stumbled across some of your older kiribaku art, the stuff with akane, and she's the best child oc tbh. i actually like her and i tend to not be a fan of child ocs but she's just the cutest darn thing 🥰

I’m so glad you like her!!!!! She was a lot of fun, what a good gremlin ;;;

Anon said: uve heard of dragon!kiri w his hair spikes up, now get ready for dragon!kiri w his hair dowm lookin like the softest boy

AW HECK I think I’ve drawn him in the past, actually!!!! Spike-haired Kiri will forever be my fav Kiri, but there’s just something about hair down Kiri isn’t it!! What a cute boy ;;;; all sharp edges and soft curves, what a lovely sight

Anon said: can i just say your itafushi art is so cute? these two already make me feel and then your art just (つω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

THANK YOU SO MUCH I really need to draw them more, don’t I! goge kinda monopolized my attention there, but the way itafushi makes me feel..........boy the way they make me feel ;;;;

Anon said: good day, poké au thought: 12 y/o bakugo somehow catches a dreepy as like his 2nd pokemon and never questions it

WHY NOT WHY NOT I have a whole team in my mind for the boy tbh but dreepy is so cute ;;;; and anyway, I like my poke!bakugou with as many dragon types as he could possibly get his hands on hahaha

Anon said: Please know that, amongst other factors, you were one of the maon reasons I stsrted Jujutsu Kaisen two days ago and there isnothing more to say except thank you and I'm absolutely in debt with you for that, thank you so much 😍

I’m so so SO glad you’re liking it!!!!!! It can get kinda heavy but it’s such a great story.... honestly I’d been wanting to start it since I saw the first pv for the anime all the way back last year but I was like, you know it’s a mappa anime! so I wanted to watch the anime as a new thing, cause I love mappa, but three episodes in I couldn’t hold back and just binged it. It’s kind of story that just makes you wanna drink it all in one go, isn’t it? so good so good

Anon said: makeup artist kirishima and model bakugo or makeup artist bakugo and model kirishima? :0c

Hmmmmmmmmmmmm can’t say I see either of them much into fashion tbh, but if I had to pick probably model Kiri and artist Baku? I just don’t think Baku would be able to stay still enough to get photographed, and he wouldn’t like the photographer bossing him around anyway, and catwalks would be impossible for him to stomach imho, he’s too restless for it! At least it’s the way I see it haha

Anon said: fdgdhdkfhdafs i had a thought, what if bakugo prefers dogs and kirishima prefers cats and when they meet each other and become friends it's like, "oh." because they have some striking similarities to their fave animals

That’s been my headcanon for a while now, actually!! I think for me it came from two characters in a manga I like that are a lot like a dog and a cat but have inverted fav animals and when I read about that I was like “oh, right, makes sense since they like each other” and then my brain turned it krbk because when does it not lmao

Anon said: your art is the soothing balm to my soul recently, thank you for posting so much beautiful content. i hope you have a lovely week. ♡

sob thank you so much, I’m glad my doodling can help you feel better ;; <3

Anon said: Friendly reminder anon from last time: that post I left last time I had only eaten 7 gingersnaps that day and hadn’t drank any water. So that encouraged me to actually self care. Thank you.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! well I hope you’re taking care of yourself today too! And as fair trade, I’ll do the same myself! <3

Anon said: Hi! I'm an artist and I'm thinking of making a sideblog for my art. Do you have any tips?

Ah man, I’m sorry but I’m not the best person to ask this to! I started this sideblog cause I had too many followers on my main and I didn’t want my stuff to be seen by that many people at first, so whatever I did probably isn’t what you’re looking for :( but really there isn’t much to it, just post whatever you like to draw, tag it as best as you can (but remember that only the first five tags appear in the search page) and be patient, since whatever you do at first you won’t get much attention anyway - the only real advice I can give is to draw something that makes you happy and that you’d draw anyway even if no one were to see it, it’ll make keep posting despite a possible lack of activity a lot easier!

Anon said: Your goge art🥺🥺

I just love them so much ( TT’’’TT)9

Anon said: how the fuck have i not been following you? I remember seeing your bakushima art in the bnha tag and always thinking it's so cute. Now you're into JJK too??? and the satosugu art??? fuckin, diabetes incarnate. I love it. I love you. Your art 10/10. I'm tired lmao.

WELL thank you for the follow!! And for thinking my stuff is cute!!!!! I do my best with that, I want all the soft things for my favs 😌

Anon said: Are you gonna draw Gojou/Getou comic?? 👉🏻👈🏻 WOULD LOVE TO READ IT

you mean an actual doujin? I don’t think I will, sorry! I’m really no good at long projects orz but thank you so much for wishing to read something like that from me!!! ;A;

Anon said: Hello! YOUR ART IS SO FREAKING GORGEOUSSSS!!! I love them so much!! If I may ask you one question. Between Getou amd Gojou, who do you see as top/bottom? Just curious

THANK YOU!!!!! And I honestly don’t care as long as they’re happy and together!!! please let them be happy and together 🙏🙏🙏

Anon said: i want you to know!!! i followed you for your kiribaku art but!!! i love your art so much that idc what you post because it's all just!!!! incredible and wonderful and stunning!!!

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!!!! this means a lot to me so seriously thank you so much!!!!

Anon said: d'you think bakugo has like headaches or migraines after training or battles because of how loud his quirk is? like, i listen to music slightly too loud and my head is sending me to hell. (unless you go with the hoh hc which is also 👌)

I like to think Baku’s body is attuned enough to his own quirk that he wouldn’t get drawbacks of the kind tbh, though that wouldn’t be a bad thought for when he just starts to increase the output/width and strength of his explosions............ well, I myself suffer from chronic headaches and migraines so I’m always up for projecting on my favs ngl lmao

Anon said:  so like... dragon kirishima's eyes glow right? like, if we equate his dragon-ness to unbreakable his eyes glow? they also glow when he's half shifted? honestly i just live glowing eyes

Oh hell yeah I’m all for that, definitely definitely, I love glowing eyes with my whole heart and Kiri’s eyes in unbreakable are just so!!!!!! NGH *chef kiss* the more of unbreakable there is in his dragon form the happier I am ( TT^TT)9

Anon said: me, scrolling through your blog: ah shit guess im gonna have to start watching jjk

!!!!! hope it won’t hurt you too much, anon!!

Anon said: dragon!kiri and bakugo having a tug-of-war match over a piece of meat. both have it in their mouths. both are determined to win.

Kiri is turned into his dragon form and Baku still wins, hell yeah

Anon said: your satosugu is top tier!! it's hard to find stuff for them that isn't straight up angst so your art has been super cool and also very very cute!! (tho if you went with angst, it wouldn't be a bad thing obviously)

AH I’m so happy to hear you like them!!!! but also happy you wouldn’t mind angst, as I do like them the best happy and soft but my brain, my brain has been throwing sads my way for a while now 👀 I got some ideas

Anon said: What program/device do you use??

Easy Paint Tool SAI and a wacom intuos!! Though I got myself an ipad+procreate just yesterday and I’ve been messing around with it, let’s see how that one goes!

Anon said: *inahles* i am simping for mohawk man please tell me everything about your ocs immediately or i will detonate

THANK YOU FOR LIKING HIM HE’S CALLED DAVIDE Dav for short, he’s a cat of a man and a music instrument enthusiast (mostly string ones, but he’s very good with the piano as well) - he works in a music instruments store, and he’s a uni student majoring in philosphy! He doesn’t like bothersome things, he isn’t very good at taking anything seriously or putting effort in stuff, but he’s very chill to spend time with and generally a nice chat both if you want mindless thoughts or deep conversations (he’s a philosophy major after all). He can’t sing for shit, he’s got two cats (tago and schelly!), and he just wants a quiet life to laze around but all his friends are hurricanes in human bodies, but then again, he picked them himself so he can’t complain. He’s a good boy!! I’m planning a comic for him and his boy Ross >:]

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summary: Your best friend calls you in the middle of the night telling you to meet him at his new pent house. Not finding anything strange about this you comply and meet him there where a 5(?) year old proceeds to threaten you with a kitchen knife. 

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a/n: This is a mini scenario for the Dick Grayson x Merc! Reader. This is set during that time when Dick was batman. 

“Grayson, who is this woman?”

 You blatantly ignore  Damian “Wow, Dickenson, when you said he was rude you weren't kidding.” Dick grimaces  as he can already sense these two won't get along. You and Damian size each other up. You enjoy towering over the little gremlin. 

“Hey baby vamp, the name's (y/n),”

 “My name is Damian, you will address me as such, and that doesn't answer my question.”He snarls. There's an easy to miss glint of amusement in your eyes and a pinching in your brow. You can tell Dick and Damian are both pretty apprehensive about this from the tightness in their shoulders, the frown on Damian's face, and the slump in Dick's usually open posture. You’ve  been here before. You can do this. Not first or the last brat that will test your patience. 

“I'm Dick's-uh- friend and I'll be helping him out a little, considering-”flourishing your hand ever so vaguely ”And since you were rude, you'll have to earn the right to be called by your name,”

“Or I could just rip your throat out,”

You level him an unimpressed look, eyes half lidded almost sleepy. “Baby vamp, you're gonna have to do better than that if you wanna scare any of Flippy's friends least of all me,”

Even with the knife's point pressed to the thin flesh of your throat, all you could focus on was just how amusingly angry he was. The image of a dirty red hoodie briefly flashed in your mind  and some part of you withered at the memory. Unbeknownst to you the slip of memory was betrayed in the slightest tightening of your lips. There was a heavy coil of tension settling on the room as you two stared at each other. Neither of you is willing to back down. The slow, casual drumming of your fingers against the granite top carrying their collective nerves higher and higher. 

"Master Damian, I do hope that isn't how you intend to greet all of our guests." The tension in the room is suffused with Alfred's entrance. Damian lowered the blade making an odd 'tt' sound. 

"Ms. (y/n), I hope you don't intend to antagonize him" Alfre said, directing a look of stiff disappointment. 

"Tim and Jason were both ok with their nicknames" she dismissed in a half hearted defense. 

"Speaking of which where is Timbers?" You lied.  Dick let a little air out of his nostrils in place of the laugh caught in his chest. He could only imagine how frustrated Tim would be when he discovers he still hasn't shed his nickname. 

"I assume Master Richard hasn't properly briefed you on the situation,"

"Does he ever?” Dick gave you the ‘how dare you’ look while you simply shrugged taking a bite out of the sandwich you had made. “Nope, got home after a nice night out, opened my phone to a couple of voicemails telling me he needed help, and here I am making both of us a sandwich in the middle of the night with a crotch gremlin pointing a butter knife at my throat. What am I missing here, Mr. Pennyworth?"

Alfred sent Dick, what you considered,  a satisfyingly withering look which made him age, at least, 30 years. The poor man was going to age 100 years by dawn. "Well, to start off Bruce is- well, he's not here-" this got your brows to shoot up. "-Tim's gone off somewhere and well, I've taken over as Batman" 

"Well that's certainly a turn of events. And the crotch gremlin?"

"Bruce's"

"Bruce's" you repeat obviously bewildered as if the repetition could make it make sense. 

You look at Damian again. He glares at you with as much visceral contempt as he could. You turn to Alfred. 

"He's too lively,"

"Ok,  he scowls like him, but so did Dick when he was microbial," 

"Hey!"

"You're right. You still scowl like a 5 year old when you lose at air hockey" He makes an affronted noise. “At least, I didn’t punch the crane machine,” You glare at him and Alfred, again, ages. 

 “Anyway, what d'ya  need me to do Fly Boy?”

“She just never calls anyone by their name does she?”

 “Nah, she's just cranky?”

 “Well?” You prompted putting a hand on your hip and mentally noted to shove his sandwich down his throat before you go home. Dick could see the murder in your eyes. He knew he had to pick his next few words carefully. Sure, you retired from being a merc but you were still deadly as hell, hot but still deadly.  

“I am going to ask you a huge favor. It's temporary til I've worked something out-” 

“You want me to check up on Haven, don't you?”

Dick nods sheepishly looking at you with earnest blue eyes which he knew would work on you even if you saw it coming. 

 “Manipulative bastard” you hiss under your breath as you pinch your nose. Your shoulders rose then sunk then slumped. “Fine but you do understand I can't do that full time?”

“I know,” He said, trying not to look smug. “Thank, boo, you’re the best,” Dick said, giving you one of his patented Grayson hugs and a sloppy peck on the cheek as thanks(?). Dick was a usual still overly affectionate with you. Not that you really minded. You roll your eyes and look at the brat who was still glaring at you and you could already feel yourself getting sucked into co-parenting the kid. It was inevitable. 

Getting sucked back into the life of capes and cowls wasn’t your idea of a Friday night but because your best friend's family is a clusterfuck and a half you weren’t exactly gonna turn him down. Not when he had eye bags running down his dumbass face. 

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robins spirit [d.wayne]

Older! Damian Wayne x Super! Reader

Request: I love your recent damian fanfic! 🥺 could you pls do another one with “I’d hurt anyone who ever left a scar on you.” with a reader who’s a vigilante that often spars/fights with him. They show up at the wayne manor with a bruise on their face after fighting with Robin over a stupid argument and Damian’s concerned. But then they figure out what happened and he feels rly bad. Thank you :) + *knocks on your door* so I just thought of something... What if a Kent/Super! Reader x Damian? Oki bye *closes door*

Authors note:  This is so terrible I’m so sorry, I was really stressed today and I apologize for the shit writing

Summary: A new vigilante emerges in Gotham, one that's super. Batman and Robin find out and Bruce sends his son to confront this new suspected metahuman. After a rough night, Damian leaves ‘Spirit’ badly wounded, so when (Y/N) Kent comes over the next day with the same scratches, Damian gets suspicious.

You were tired of living under your father and brothers' spotlights. Hell, you were even under your mother's spotlight in civilian life. So,  at the ripe age of seventeen, you decided to take matters into your own hand and became the vigilante known as Spirit.

The first few nights on the streets of Metropolis went horribly. Not only did you run into your father, who at the time didn’t know it was you, a multitude of times, but everyone seemed to think the ‘S’ on your uniform stood for supergirl. 

You were enraged, could you just, for one night, not be a Kent or a Super? You needed a change of scenery, so you did your research.

As you searched away on your laptop, looking up distances between cities, you came to realise that the only far enough place for you to make a name for yourself was in Gotham.

So here you were, perched atop the Gotham National Bank building, on the prowl for any villain that deemed tonight a good night for trouble. 

“Come here often?” You spoke out as you felt a certain presence behind you. You had to admit sometimes super hearing comes in handy. 

The figure, that seemed to be walking towards you, stopped its movements. 

“Listen pal, I know you’re there, why don't you make this easier for you and just turn yourself in.”

“Tt.” The figure gave.

You stood up from your crouching position and began to walk towards whoever this mystery person was. “If you want to do it the hard way…” 

You swung your arm at the masked figure only for it to be caught. Damn, you thought. This isn't just any robber. The person caught a supers punch. I mean hey you were only half Kryptonian, but still.

“Impressive.” You quip as you go in for another hit. This time the assailant moves forward and you catch a glimpse of them in the light, “Robin?” You pause, what the hell was Damian doing here?, leading Robin's hit to go unblocked.

It hits your cheek and you scrunched up your face, fuck, he has a good punch. Once again, only half-super, so the sting was still there.

Robin grunts, going back on the attack when you put your hands up in a surrender, “Hey! D-Robin, we’re on the same team, calm it down!”

The masked teen doesn't listen and dives for another hit, “How do I know you are not lying.” He asks, landing another punch to your side.

You groan, not in pain but frustration, why did Damian have to be this stubborn, “I’m a vigilante, just like you. I’m trying to help out the town.”

Robin rolls his eyes, though you can’t see it from behind the domino mask. “Prove it.”

You blankly stare at him, “How?”

He finally resists from landing another hit on you, “Why are you at the bank, unless you plan to rob it?”

It's now your turn to roll your eyes, “I could ask the same of you short stack.” You hated to admit it, but Damian was in fact taller. 

If there’s one thing you got from your mother, it's your attitude.

This seems to catch the young hero off guard as he sputters, looking for an answer. “I’ll have you know I am the same height as you, If not taller.” Then he grits, pointing his now unsheathed weapon at you, “Answer the question.”

You gently tap the katana away with your fingertips. “Fine. I’m not from Gotham, but I know about your high crime rate and I just wanted to help out, okay?” You lie. Metropolis’ crime rates weren’t peachy either but at least in Gotham you had a name for yourself. 

“Batman and I have it covered.” He said lowly.

“Listen if you don't want me here, I’ll back off, but I just wanted to help those in need.” 

Robin squinted at you, unable to figure out your m.o., were you really who you claimed to be?

“Gotham isn’t looking for more amateur heros, so go back to wherever you came from.” With that, he grappled off of the roof and off into the night. 

“Father. We have an issue.”

Bruce didn’t bother to look away from the batcomputer, this wasn’t the first time Damian had barged in with that sentiment. “What is it Damian?”

The teen took his cape off, as well as his kevlar chest plate, “There’s a new vigilante. I’m not sure what she calls herself but she has immense strength, I believe she may be a super or maybe a metahuman as her punch was difficult to block.”

The older man nodded at his son, of course he already knew this, Bruce was aware of every person that came into Gotham, even those unannounced. 

“I’m aware. She calls herself ‘Spirit’. I’ve deduced she’s no older than you, Damian. I’d like you to get to know her. Or at least what she stands for.” 

“Should I take her down?” Damian asked. 

Bruce spun the chair around, a stoic look on this face, “No. just purely find out who she really is. No violence.”

The next day soon became night and here you were, back in Gotham. Damian really thinks he can just ban me from a city? You thought to yourself, hah, good luck with that bird brain. 

You looked around your area, scoping out to see if the coast was clear. After a thorough check, you did a super jump and landed atop a building. 

“Nice jump there, Spirit. I thought I told you not to come back.”

You spun around, Robin? Was Damian seriously following you now?

“Going to have to try a lot harder if you want me to stop fighting the good fight.” You crossed your arms, “Listen, I don’t know your problem with me. I’m just trying to help out, just like you. Just like Batman.”

Damian clenched his fists and stomped toward you, “you are nothing like me, I’m welcomed in this city. You are not.”

You frowned. Oh if only Damian knew who he was actually speaking to - “Seriously, why do you hate me? Afraid I’ll steal your thunder or something?” You pushed his chest trying to get him to back up. 

Apparently, you also forgot you were half-kryptonian as when you pushed him, he stumbled back, hard. 

“Tt, watch it you freak. I don’t want to fight you, but I will if I have to.”

Your heart hurt at the name but you brushed it off, Damian didn’t know who you were. 

You rolled your eyes once more and sat down into the ledge - just like the night of the bank. “I’m sure you would. Listen Robin, I’m just trying to help those in need. Can you really hate a girl for trying?”

The teen vigilante paused,  she did seem sincere, he thought, maybe he could trust her. 

“Fine. But if I find out you’re only in my town to cause trouble, I will end you.” He glared at her and she smirked back. 

“I'd like to see you try. But fair enough. Consider this a partnership.”

Sticking out your hand, you eyed him to shake it. 

Damian refused and simply took out his grappling gun, once again disappearing into the night. 

You poked your cheek in the mirror. It was times like these you wish you had all of your dads powers as this bruise was very ugly to look at. 

He fights very well. You thought as you pinched the sore skin. Even though it had been a day since the incident, the bruise forming was still as purple as ever. You didn't know how you were going to make it through today. Tim and Conner had a planned hangout and after your mom said you needed a little more ‘Conner time’, you had to tag along. What would Damian think of the bruise?

“(Y/N)! It’s time to go, we’re going to be late!” Your brother yelled from the living room. 

“I’m coming, Conner, just hold on!” 

You tried to put some concealer on the bruise but it just wouldn’t mask the ugly discolored skin. 

“(Y/N)!” Conner yelled again. 

“Alright, alright, hold your fucking horses.” You whispered to yourself. 

Bursting into the living room, you kept your head down so as to not alert any of the Kent household of your new shiner. 

“Holy shit! (Y/N) what happened to your face!?” Exclaimed Jon as he flew past you. 

You looked up, annoyed at your twin brother's antics. 

“Jonathan Kent, No flying in the house.” Your mother yelled from the kitchen. She then turned to you, “(Y/N), where in the world did that come from?” Reaching out to brush your cheek, you swiftly pulled away, avoiding her eyes at all costs. If there was one thing you didn’t need your family to find out about, it was your late night trips to Gotham City.

“Nothing mom. I just fell in my room is all. Promise, it’s not a big deal.” Looking up to your older brother you signaled to the door, “Time to leave?”

He gave you a toothy grin and nodded, “Yeah c’mon. Tim’s waiting for me.”

-

Conner ran up the steps to the Manor and pounded on the door, far too excited to see his best friend. Meanwhile, you slowly made your way up, really not wanting to have to hang out with the two. 

You still didn’t get why you had to come. She claimed that you and Jon hung out too much and that you needed to get closer to Conner. You rolled your eyes at the memory, you were 17 not 7. Plus, now you had to face Damian.

The two large doors swung open revealing an ecstatic Tim Drake, “Conner! My man! So glad you could come.” He then leaned in, “Did you have to bring your little sister though?” 

Thanks to super hearing, you knew exactly what Tim had said and you grumbled in response. Of course Conner didn’t tell him I was coming. 

Conner laughed and gave Tim a hug, “Don’t worry dude. Just make her hang out with Damian or something.” He whispered.

You blushed at those words, mentally cursing Conner. That fucker knew you had a crush on the youngest Wayne. Why would he do this to you? Especially when you looked like this.

“Alright alright, come on in guys. Bedrooms upstairs to the right but you already knew that.” Tim winked. You followed Conner when he stopped you, placing a hand on your shoulder. 

“Um not you though. Sorry (N/N) today’s bros only day. I’m sure you can stay down here and find a book to read.” He smirked at you knowing full well what Tim would say next. 

“Actually,” Tim said, “Damians in the library painting if you’d like to join him. I’m sure the devil child wouldn’t mind a buddy.”

You glared at the two of them but then sighed, walking towards the large house library. 

Knocking on the door, you called out to see if anyone was in there. 

Unluckily enough, Damian came to open it. You kept your head down as to avoid attention from your killer battle wound. You did not want Damian to find out about your nightly activities, he would never stop nagging you then.

“Kent.” He greeted, “To what do I owe the pleasure.” Damian said mockingly. 

You rolled your eyes and pushed past him, finding a seat on the sofa. 

“My lovely brother decided to ditch me for yours so here I am.” 

Damian chuckled, walking back to his paints. “How poetic.” He remarked. Then asked, “How’s Jon?”

You shrugged still looking at the floor, “He’s good. You know just being the same goofy asshole he’s been since he was 10.”  The young Wayne teen laughed at that in agreement. 

“And you? How have you been Damian?” You asked. 

“Annoyed. There’s a new vigilante in town. Claims to be the ‘Spirit’. She’s been challenging me while on patrol.  I’ve been having small spats with her here and there, but they’re driving me insane. She's almost as bad as Todd.”

You couldn’t help but look up, smirking, after all, it's not everyday you got the oneup of Damian.“Awe does little ol’ Damian have a crush?” You teased. Hope glimmered in your eyes. 

Damian was about to roll his eyes when he caught sight of your face. His focus latched on to the large black and blue mark on your cheek. His heart stopped, he knew where that came from. 

Because he was the one that did it. Then the dots clicked. 

“You! You’re Spirit? What the hell Kent? Do you know how dangerous Gotham is?”

Damian marches over to you in annoyance, “Do you know how difficult you have made my life? Not only do I think about you daily as (Y/N) Kent, but now nightly as Spirit!?” He blurted out. 

You froze. Damian thought about you? Does that mean…

“Damian, does that mean you like me?”

His cheeks flared a pretty red color as he looked at his shoes, “If I were to say yes, would you be in agreeance or make a fool of me?” 

You chuckled as you stood up from the couch and placed your hand in his. “Damian I’ve liked you for such a long time it’s unbelievable, I just can’t believe you like me-“ 

He interrupted you, “Beloved, you are the sun in my life, and I pray that I can make you mine.” 

You blushed furiously, “Of course.”

Smiling, Damian leaned in and captured your lips. He kissed you desperately, like he’d been needing this for years. 

He went to further the kiss and put his hand on your cheek, causing a hiss of pain to erupt out of you. 

You pulled back, holding your bruised cheek. You laugh, “You pack quite the punch.”

Damian scratched the back of his neck, embarrassed. “I truly apologize beloved, if I had known it was you, I would’ve gone lighter, I’d hurt anyone who ever left a scar on you or a bruise for that matter.”

You rolled your eyes, though flattered by Damians words, you could handle yourself. I mean you were half-kryptonian after all. 

“I appreciate the sentiment Dami, but I can handle myself. Really, you saw how good I fought firsthand.” You squeezed his hand lightly. 

“I know. I would never question your strength. I love that about you.”

You pecked his lips “Good. Just remember who kicked your ass last night.”

Damian wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close, “I don’t think I could ever forget that. It was quite humbling.”

You scrunched your nose at his sarcastic tone, “You’re a jerk.”

He smirked and then leaned close, forehead pressed into yours. “But I’m your jerk. And that’s all that matters right now.”

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idk anything about the grace period for deltarune u can just keep this ask in the attic until that’s over.. anyway.. i really liked chap 2 i played it in one sitting 😭 the rpg combat is enjoyable enough and just the right amount more complex than the undertale combat is, although not very difficult. very touching power of friendship moments minus that fucking bird man. some of the dialogue felt quite fandom tropey and surface-level, and queen’s lines (love her tho) were hit or miss for me. i think the biggest frustration i have with it is all the useless random encounter characters clogging up your world 😞😞 there’s only so many wacky one-liners toby can give them and i am not invested enough to care! also some of those designs are uglie!! there are better ways to make a world feel real and lived in. same thing happened with undertale.

BUT it was a great time! i liked the juxtaposition between the ultimately harmless antics and charming banter with the gang and queen, and the more sinister plot going on in the background. most obviously in the ending. toriel and susie making a pie while kris RIPS OUT THEIR SOUL….spoiler warning.. did u see the theory that the soul aka red heart is you the player operating kris the vessel? i’m definitely not a theorist but i like seeing all the loose plot ends i’m having a good time. i love noelleeeeee 💞💞💞💞and i liked susie a lot more this chapter. when ralsei taught her a healing spell 😖😖 i still don’t really care about ralsei though 😓

special shoutout to the spinning teacups ☕️☕️☕️ and special NOT-shoutout to the mice games with the rotating blocks i never understood how to do that.

it was a very feel-good game. it made me feel good. standards for video game passed. what did u think tho!! i mean i assume u liked it but for the same reasons? different ones? feel free to respond with an excruciatingly long essay of ur own <3 we are back to the tt anon blocks of text i restrained myself for a bit but we are back -tt

hiii tt anon <3 back at it again with the asks that i am looking forward to answering. if i post this a little before the 48 hours i will be forgiven bc i will use the deltarune spoilers tag and also the long post tag LMAOO anyway anyway oh btw never refrain urself from sending blocks of text if my followers are mad even though i tag them long post that's ON THEM. everything u say is worth listening to & same for everything i say so that's my final stance on this 😌

i also played it in one sitting it was so GOOD. i don't care that it was 2 am here when it was released i wasss ecstatic and the game was so fucking GOOD tonby the fox delivered!! it was so so worth the wait! the music was so much better than in chapter 1 imo, like... my castle town? the cyber fields theme? the queen's fight? spamton g spamton??? rouxls' "fight"?? BANGERS. i only see bangers. the new gameplay mechanics were also very fun!! i for one kinda struggled with the mice puzzles but not nearly as much as that one section with the traffic jams where you have to go down and back up or whatever. what the hell was that? i'm surprised i actually got past it. i loved the parts in cyber field though where you had to move on beat with the music that was sooo fun!! more of that! i prefer the fighting system in undertale ngl but it's mostly bc the undertale bosses are... just so good. the one boss who rivalises for now to me is queen, although rouxls is also very fun.

as for the story itself... i liked it :) susie & noelle are fucking ADORABLE. i think they deserve to be happy forever like not even together just individually as characters they're the fucking best. susie's grown so much that's my girl... wough... ralsei i do like but... i don't trust him :D i don't think he's evil but he knows too much and tells us too little until he can't keep it for himself and i don't like that. like bro you're gonna get us in trouble stop. but ALSO some ppl speculate that himself is being misled and that the fountains wouldn't bring the roaring, which is an interesting theory. (also i miss lancer being more relevant)

uhh kris is... well... kris... :)... yeah i did hear about that theory i'm in a discord server where ppl have been going on and on about theories since the game dropped LMAOO we're all insane. um. my personal theory is that there's another knight, or that kris is at least also influenced by an "evil force" or whatever, and we're the good force influencing them bc otherwise they're just a normal albeit mischievous kid. and the stretch part is that uhhh there's two knight pieces on a chessboard, ik this isn't about chess at all but king of spades does tell you at the end of chapter 2 that you'll meet a more powerful foe = the queen, coincidentally in chess the queen is stronger than the king. hmmmmmmmmmmm. lmao i don't think my parallel here is right but it's fun to think about anyway

did you see the superboss? i didn't fight him myself but he's so fun. also @ everyone who said he's gonna be a tumblr sexyman i hate that you're right shut that shit down HJKSNFKJSDHG. also did you see the secret fucked up pipis route? it's horrible. genuinely... i watched a streamer play it and 😳 uh. well i didn't even hate berdly before anyway yeah he's annoying but like he's a snot-beaked kid i'm not gonna wish him... whatever happens in this route. legit scarring. and poor noelle... pffbbgtbg. hate this so much. but i think it was done so bad and horrible on purpose, with how specific your gameplay has to be for you to be able to complete it tonby really was like "you wanna be an asshole? undertale wasn't enough? fine. work for it. and also suffer" nskjshf. i'm never doing it <3

lastly FUCKING QUEEN!!!!!!! QUEEN MY LOVE!!!!! BEST CHARACTER. i love her sosososo much it's unreal. and i didn't mind any character designs much, i'm not too complicated in that regard shfkjsdfh i love the tasques and tasque manager though :) also the... idk their names... the butler dudes? they're so cute. swatch's design is neat

so those are my thoughts <3 can't wait to hear more from u!!!

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Guilt and Love Chapter Three

Even though Gabriel had managed to get an akuma in Lila Rossi’s bag for her convenience in Gotham, as part of their agreement, it was still out of range. He thrust his cane done in frustration as he felt complete static from the connection. There was absolutely no hope in controlling the akuma now, but Gabriel didn’t want to risk scarring his miraculous by trying any further. He had two choices, either end his alliance with Rossi by detransforming, or let her have free roam and run the risk of her going completely off course and not getting him the miraculouses he needed. Gabriel sighed, “Dark wings, fall.” Miss. Rossi was going to be a worse enemy than ally, but her as a rogue akuma could be even more dangerous. He’d have a week to plan his next move before Rossi’s return home. A week before Hell came back again.

Lila felt the rush of adrenaline flood through her veins, Volpina’s abilities surged through her body until...they didn’t. Lila felt the power release and watched as a white butterfly flew past, out of the building. Hawkmoth broke their alliance?! When Lila got back to Paris he was so dead! As Lila felt the wave of becoming herself once again she saw her classmates flock like sheep to her, maybe it could still be used to her advantage. Lila continued her fake sobbing, “Oh, I’m so sorry! I swear I don’t know what came over me! Another spell of my illness.” Damian narrowed his eyes at the girl, he wasn’t sure what had happened and he didn’t know who ‘Hawk moth’ was but he knew that whatever it was wasn’t some illness. The class members still lapped it up though.

“Am I missing something?” Damian asked Marinette. She in turn sighed, she guessed Hawkmoth must’ve been out of range and dropped his transformation, although she’d have to investigate how an akuma got into Gotham in the first place. “Where to even begin? There’s this Parisian villain named Hawkmoth who feeds negative emotions and turns people into supervillains to retrieve the hero Ladybug’s miraculous. He used to also go after Chat Noir’s miraculous but he uh- isn’t doing anything anymore...anyway, I don’t know how an akuma got here for Lila, but the reason nobody’s calling her out on her bs is because of something she said last year. Basically, Lila lied to the whole school claiming she had an illness which made her lie uncontrollably. And of course everybody believed her.” Marinette huffed and rolled her eyes, originally she’d been grateful for that lie but now it was just Lila’s “get out of jail free card”.

“You’ve got to be kidding me? A simple google search would clear up that a disease of that manner is not a thing. What idiots. TT.” Damian scowled as he watched the students fawn over Lila. “Yeah, but she’s a great liar and even when her lies are proved false my class never learns, they just fall for the next one.” Marinette frowned, she couldn’t really tell anybody this but Damian made her comfortable. Damian continued to talk to her making the occasional comment that would make Marinette giggle, his stoic and sarcastic answers that not everybody seemed to pick up on made Marinette feel more at home with him. ‘I could get used to this’

Adrien watched as Marinette giggled with the Wayne boy. ‘Unbelievable’. She didn’t know it yet but she was supposed to be his soulmate! Ladybug was his other half! They completed each other! This guy obviously did something to make it seem like they were soulmates because Adrien knew they couldn’t be. He thought his lady would’ve crawled back to him by now. He was trying to teach his lady a lesson by ignoring her the way she had been ignoring the fact that they were meant to be. Dare he say it, they were endgame.

Adrien sauntered up to the two and grabbed Marinette by the wrist. “Adrien what the hell?” Adrien started dragging her away, saving her from the man who’d bewitched her into thinking she was his soulmate. “I need to talk to you.” “Can’t it wait?!” She scowled. Adrien shook his head, “No princess, I need to talk to you meow.” Marinette faltered just as Damian came storming up to them trying to rescue Marinette. “C-chat?”

Still in a dazed stupor, Marientte found Damian was comforting her and taking her away from Adrien. That was okay with Adrien, he saw everything he needed, on Marinette’s left wrist read “Robin”. Purrfect, Adrien knew exactly what to do.

In Marinette’s shock Damian began to yell at Adrien. The two bickered back and forth for a while until the French class came back to the main lobby, they’d missed the tour.

“Alright students! Let’s get back on the bus now!” Miss Bustier said cheerily. Damian growled, they went on the tour without them! How did the incompetent teacher not notice she was missing two students? Well one student and complete as*hole. Damian glanced back at Adrien who was clambering one the bus. Marinette turned to her soulmate, “Um now that that’s out of the way, do you maybe want to meet up tomorrow? It’s basically a free day, m-maybe we could coffee grab or something, I mean! Grab coffee!” It took all Damian had not to chuckle, keeping a straight face he said, “Sure. That sounds nice. I’ll give you my number and we can plan something.”

~~~~~~~~~~

“Ahhhhh Tikki he gave me his number!” Marinette exclaimed as she flopped on the bed in her hotel room. Tikki giggled, she didn’t want to ruin the moment but she sighed. It had to be done, “Marinette, what are you going to do about Adrien?” Marinette shot up, “I-I HAVE NO IDEA! HE’S CHAT NOIR OH MY GOD!” Marinette started to freak out and pace around the room. As Marinette tried to make sense of what was happening she heard a tap on her window. “Hide, Tikki.”

Opening it she saw a man with an armored suit on and an R in the upper corner. He had a cape draping from his shoulders, Marinette recognized him as Robin, one of the heroes in Gotham. Then she realized who the Robin was on her wrist. ‘Could Robin and Damian be one in the same?’ Marinette inspected the man who stood before her, although she couldn’t see his eyes she did rule out that he was Damian, Robin was taller and he had blonde hair, like Adrien’s, not midnight like Damian’s.

“H-hi!” Marinette exclaimed, she didn’t believe it, what was she going to do? She had two soulmates, she was starting to feel really guilty, she should’ve told Damian! “Hey there pr- miss. What brings a pretty girl like you to Gotham?” The blonde boy leered at her. “Um- I- School Trip. Sorry, could you uh back up, you’re making me nervous…” Marinette responded as Robin moved forward to her, pressing her against the wall. “Hmmm. Interesting…” He said to her with a small smirk. “What?!” She squeaked. “You’d look even prettier with your hair down.” The boy reached for her pigtails while Marinette ducked. “You know, look at the time! Maybe you should head back! I’m sure you’ve got lots more important things to do!” Marinette said gently pushing the boy off her. “Marinette it’s okay, I know you’re my soulmate. You don’t have to hide it…” Marinette trembled as the boy brought a finger to her lips, “I’m not! I just, you're making me feel a little uncomfortable…” The blonde chuckled, “Sure darling… I’ll come by again tomorrow.” He said glancing at his ring? Marinette shook her head quickly, he was gone just as quickly as he appeared at her window. ‘Is he really my soulmate?!’

Adrien detransformed. A success. Plagg was able to easily change his outfit and his lady seemed to be falling hard for him. He couldn’t wait for tomorrow. ‘Robin’ was going to pay her a couple more visits before the trip ended. It would be glorious, Adrien began to imagine it. First she’d fall for him as Robin and then when he showed her who he really was she’d realize that the Wayne kid was a liar and accept Adrien as her soulmate. Adrien licked his lips, ‘the perfect plan.’

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Through the Storm: Part 1

DISCLAIMER:      All characters belong to Pixelberry Studios, except characters  unique to my story.  Those belong to me. ;)

PAIRINGS:  Riley (MC) x OC, Riley (MC) x Liam, Liam x Riley (MC) x OC, Olivia x Drake, Bertrand x Savannah, Maxwell x OC

SUMMARY: Riley Lawson returned to New York a broken version of herself after a failed whirlwind romance.  Years later, she has put the past behind her and rebuilt herself into a successful event planner who is happily enjoying her fast-paced New York lifestyle.  However, just because she’s put the past behind her, doesn’t mean it won’t come back to haunt her.  When an unexpected letter turns up on her doorstep, she’s forced to face the people and feelings she ran away from all those years ago.

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11/26/29 - Here we go again.  I bet you’re wondering why I’m rewriting/revamping TTS? Five months ago I got a critique about TTS saying that the reader felt it wasn’t realistic enough.  For them, things felt rushed and kind of disjointed (examples they gave were the beginning/agreeing to go to the wedding; glossing over Drake/Olivia’s relationship; Riley’s relationship with Paul; Maxwell and Andy’s engagement.  I’ll admit, my heart hurt a little because I had put so much time and energy into it and had been getting so much positive feedback that I kind of got blindsided by that critique. With everything that was going on in my life, I kind of just ignored it and moved on thinking that I’d address it when I had more time.  Of course, I didn’t really get back into writing again until recently.  So, I took the opportunity to reread TTS and I found that the reader who shall remain anonymous (lol!) was correct.  It was rushed . . . I did do a disservice to such awesome characters like Paul and Andy and Maxwell and even Olivia!  So I’m gonna do right by this critique and rework it so that it is a bit more realistic.

So?  What does that mean?  The plot is going to change.  Eek! I know.  Scary.  But the general premise will remain the same.  Plot twist - I already have the ending written and that won’t change.  But Riley’s time in Cordonia will be a bit different. :)

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                                          PART 1 - LIFE GOES ON

“Oh my goodness,” I whispered.  “Roxy, you’re a magician,” I sighed as I inhaled the delightful cinnamon aroma permeating from my warm cup of cappuccino.

Roxy winked at me.  “I know what my best customer likes,” she chuckled.  “It’s been ages since you’ve swung by for a visit.  I had to make it just perfect for you.”

I smiled brightly at the owner of the coffee shop.  Roxy’s Coffee Shop had become a second home to me over the last two years.  I had stumbled across it back in college when I first came home to New York.  I was in between mid-term exams and needed somewhere to decompress before heading back to campus and happened upon this little hole in the wall café.  It was love at first sight.  Sure, there were a bunch of mainstream coffee shops scattered across the city, but there was just something that drew you in at Roxy’s.  For one, they had the coziest little set up going on.  The lighting is dimmed just right and the chairs are extra cozy – which is perfect when you want to get lost in a good book or in my case a really tough crossword puzzle.  Another thing?  Roxy makes THE best cup of cappuccino this side of the Hudson River.  I couldn’t count how many times I found myself huddled in a corner sipping a cup of Roxy’s perfectly brewed coffee after a long day of classes.

And that’s just where I am today – snuggled in a plush, brown chair at the far corner of the shop, steaming cappuccino in one hand and the New York Times in the other.  This was the life.  I brought the cup of cappuccino to my lips, savoring the delicious taste as I sipped it slowly.  “I’ve missed this,” I sighed happily.  “I’m sorry I haven’t been around as much,” I offered.  “Business has been crazy, and . . . well . . .you know how it goes when you’re your own boss,” I explained.

“Do I ever . . .” Roxy agreed.  “Stay as long as you like.  I’ll be sure to have Gus bring you a refill when you’re done,” she smiled.

“Best Barista Ever,” I exclaimed.

“Just you today or is that handsome hunk of man joining you?”  Roxy asked waggling her eyebrows.

“Just me,” I laughed.  “Paul’s in Boston.”

“Too bad,” Roxy winked at me.  “I’ll leave you to it,” she motioned toward the crossword puzzle page in front of me.  “Mmhmm, she chuckled.  Only girl I know that does the New York Times Crossword in pen,” she shook her head as she went off to tend to another customer.

Sighing, I leaned back into the chair getting myself comfortable.  Roxy had been right.  I hadn’t stopped by in at least a month.  After all, it had been just as long since I had an actual day off.  I was about due for some nice rest and relaxation.  When Alicia offered to do my consults for the day, I jumped at the opportunity to breakaway for a little while.  I was going a bit stir crazy in the four walls of my office.  Don’t get me wrong, I loved my job and I loved being my own boss even more, but I seemed to constantly be moving at the speed of light.  I started Savvy Events right out of college and despite the rocky start I had trying to get it off the ground, things have been booming every since.  

I loved the hustle and bustle of my fast-paced life.  My weekends were spent planning and coordinating some of the trendiest events in New York City.  So I wasn’t planning parties for the Kardashians just yet, but I did plan a party for one of the girls from Sex and the City once and it got featured in Glossy magazine.  That was pretty epic.  Mostly though, I found myself catering to high-end business professionals who were just too busy to plan parties themselves – corporate galas, year-end celebrations, weddings.  You name it; I pretty much could plan it.  My weekdays were just as busy – filled with client meetings, scouting visits, and designing sessions.  It wasn’t easy, but it kept me busy, the money was great, and I was really, really good at my job – if I do say so myself.  

Admittedly, there were times when I missed how much downtime I used to have.  I sometimes longed for the days when I could randomly decide to wander aimlessly around the city and discover all of the little idiosyncrasies that New York had to offer.  But the Riley back then didn’t have as much responsibilities as I do now.  Man, just thinking about how much has changed over the years makes me nostalgic for life pre-business.  I’ve come quite a long way from the days when I was waiting tables at that dingy little bar out in Brooklyn.  I couldn’t help but smile when I thought about all the late night shifts I spent working at Upscale.  I snorted at the memory.  Upscale . . . what a totally misleading name.  There was absolutely nothing upscale about that crummy, little bar.  The patrons were a bit too touchy, and my manager Craig was a giant ass.  It wasn’t all bad though.  My coworkers were fun and the tips were a dream, especially when I was trying to save up enough money to get back into college.  And if it wasn’t for that oh so glamorous waitressing gig . . . my life would have turned out pretty differently.  Hell, I never would have met him.  Had I not picked up that last party the night he walked into the bar, I never would have met the man that turned my life upside down.  I never would have had the opportunity to cross off so many items on my bucket list.  I never would have gotten to see the world outside of my tiny little studio in Brooklyn.  I never would have fallen in love.

Ouch.  Let’s not go there.  It had been months since I had even thought about him. I closed my eyes at the thought, clinging onto my cup just a tad bit tighter.  My heart had a slight twinge . . . of pain?  Regret maybe?  I shook my head, mentally chiding myself for letting myself go there again.  I was doing so well.  What had it been three months since I last thought about him?  Or them?  That had to be some sort of record.  They say time heals all wounds, and I was slowly starting to believe it.  It had been two years since everything had happened, and I refused to allow myself to ever be that weak again.  I’ll never let myself revert to the girl I was back then.  I came back to New York a ghost of my former self.  I remember feeling like the aching heartbreak would stay with me forever.  I thought that I would be doomed to a life of wallowing in my never-ending grief.

It still amazes me that I was somehow able to pick up the pieces of my broken life and glue them back together again.  It was a long and hard road that took many months, but here I am . . . almost as good as new.  Were the fractures still there?  Oh yes, of course.  Once something was broken, you couldn’t just pretend that it hadn’t shattered into a million pieces.  The cracks of my former life . . . as much as it killed me to still admit it . . . were still dancing along the surface of my rebuilt life . . . although faded they were still very much a reminder of everything that happened all those years ago.  

God, how tragically sappy.  The buzzing of my cell phone thankfully interrupted my thoughts.  Looking down, I saw my boyfriend’s name flash onto the screen.  I couldn’t help but smile.  Here I was dwelling on the past when my future was calling.  Paul had been away for the last three weeks facilitating a corporate merger between two well known companies.  Headquarters for both companies were based in Boston, and although his law firm was centered in New York City, they wanted him to go out and meet the clients directly in their neck of the woods.  He’d been flying in and out of Boston for the last few months.  I missed him something fierce when he was away, but we’d been getting by through countless text messages and many FaceTime sessions.

“Hi, Handsome,” I answered.  “I wasn’t expecting to hear from you until later today,” I murmured.

“Hey, Gorgeous, I know . . . but I just couldn’t let a whole morning go by without hearing your voice,” he responded.

“Well, lucky me then,” I smiled.  

“Luck you indeed because I also happen to have a surprise for you,” he said.

“Ooh,” I hummed.  “What kind of surprise?” I could feel my smile grow wider.  Paul was something special . . . he was funny . . . sweet . . . caring and oh so thoughtful.  He spoiled me.  A lot.  And I didn’t know exactly what I did to deserve snagging a guy like him, but I was certainly thankful for whatever powers that be that found us winding up together.

“Guess who was able to book an earlier flight and is flying in to see you in exactly three hours?” He said in a sing-song voice.

I was grinning so big my cheeks were starting to hurt.  “Shut up!” I exclaimed.  “Paul, that’s the best news I’ve heard all day.  And you know what?  You’re just in time for movie night,” I almost squealed.  “They just haven’ been the same without you these last few weeks,” I laughed thinking about what it’s been like him without the last few weeks.  I had used my best friend Andy as my stand-in date and she was less than thrilled at my movie selections.  “I’ve had to resort to spending movie nights with Andy and you know how that goes,” I chuckled.

“Oh, I have a funny inkling about how that went down.”  He chuckled.  “Let me guess, she demanded it be a sci-fi flick?”

I groaned.  “YES!” I exclaimed.  “She tried to get me to watch Deep Impact three times,” I sighed.  “I told her that I had no desire to watch a movie about a giant asteroid pummeling down to Earth, but she scoffed when I suggested Legally Blonde,” I said with a slight chuckle in my voice.  

Andy had been the first friend I made when I moved back to New York.  We found ourselves in the same creative writing class at Hudson University and instantly bonded over our love for all things French.  Before you knew it, we were inseparable.  I loved her to bits and pieces, but she drove me absolutely crazy.  For every similarity we had, there were at least two differences.  For one, I was an absolute neat freak . . . whereas Andy seemed to leave a trail of clutter wherever she went.  Even our taste in movies differed astronomically.  Andy was all about action-packed sci-fi thrillers, whereas I leaned more toward the cheesy romantic comedies.  Despite our differences, and me wanting to throttle her a time or two, she and I became tremendous friends, and I absolutely, positively couldn’t imagine what life would be without her.

“Let’s just say that last movie night resulted in a full blown popcorn fight,” I laughed.  “That I ended up cleaning all by myself,” I sighed.  “There were many a moment I wanted to shove a handful of popcorn in her mouth just to keep her mouth busy,” I chuckled.  I paused for a moment, before clearing my throat.  “It’s been a long few weeks, Paul.  I’ve missed you,” she murmured.

“I’ve missed you so much, too, baby.  Remind me not to leave you this long again. Next time, I’m packing you up with me,” he laughed

I grabbed the newspaper and threw it in my tote bag.  “Careful … I just might hold you to it.”

I glanced down at my watch and was a bit surprised with how much time had flown by.  “Ah damn, if you’re coming home in a few hours I should head back to my apartment.  Get things cleaned up a bit.  Maybe we can do dinner at Russo’s tonight if you aren’t too jetlagged?  Then maybe catch up on all our movie nights we missed while you were gone?”  I asked hopefully.

“Anything you want, babe.  I honestly don’t care what we do as long as I get to see your gorgeous face.”  

I could feel my cheeks grow hot at his compliment.  This guy.  My God, was he a sweet talker or what?  I got that our relationship was still in the honeymoon stage so to speak – we had only been exclusively dating for eight months after all, but man, did he know how to sweep a girl off her feet or what?  Butterflies?  Nope, I had full blown moths fluttering around in there, and somehow, he also managed to make me go weak in the knees each time I saw him.  

Admittedly, I wasn’t exactly keen on the idea of going out with him at first, but I’m very glad that he was able to wear me down eventually.  Yeah, the frequent trips to Boston were hard, but we were making it work.  And surprisingly, we hadn’t even had a single disagreement since we first started dating.  Our relationship was easy.  Comfortable even.  And well . . . normal.  God, how I craved normalcy.  Those were things that I never had with him.  Then again, I don’t think there was anything really normal about my relationship with him.  Ugh.  I’m doing it again.  Just stop.

Paul’s voice broke through my internal struggle.  “There’s ah … something I wanted to talk to you about, too.  Been thinking a lot about it while on the trip, and was hoping to run it by you today.”

“Oh?  Okay, that sounds good,” I replied, as I waved a quick goodbye to Roxy.  “I’ll see you in a few, babe,” I smiled as I tapped the end on my phone and left Roxy’s Coffee Shop.  

The trek back home wouldn’t take me long as I only lived a few blocks away.  There was so much I needed to do before he got in, but I was pretty excited to see Paul.  FaceTime was great, but nothing could replace seeing him in person or hearing his laugh right across from me.  We had met about a year after I returned to New York.  I had finally picked myself back up and moved on from my time in Cordonia.  I had reenrolled in college, finished my last semester and earned my Bachelor’s Degree in Business. Shortly after I graduated, I went to my local credit union and asked for a loan to start up my own business.  It was a gigantic risk at the time – after all, I had no backup plan if I failed miserably.  They started me off with a modest loan which I used to get the foundation of Savvy Events created.  Even with the loan, money was tight.  To cut down costs, I was working out of my apartment with only a single laptop and my design book.  

Paul’s law firm was one of my very first clients.  I’d been hired to coordinate an event honoring the firm’s newest partner – Paul.  When I went in to meet with him for the initial consultation, I found myself surprisingly attracted to him.  I hadn’t dated anyone since . . . well since Cordonia, and it wasn’t like I was looking to date again.  My heart was pretty shut off from jumping into ANY relationship, and when I met Paul and felt a little spark, I tried my best to snuff it out.  I didn’t NEED a relationship and I certainly didn’t WANT one.  Especially after the shitshow that had happened back in Cordonia, but there was something about Paul that kept drawing me in . . . even though I wanted none of it.  Paul was tall, slender with touches of gray in his dark hair.  He was just under ten years older than me, and he had an air of sophistication that was very fitting of a corporate attorney.  I tried my best to ignore the growing attraction between us.  It was my first major gig and I could not screw it up by being attracted to the guest of honor.  That would be a big no-no.  I wanted to keep things professional.  I also didn’t want my newly pieced back together heart, broken again.  I tried so hard to pretend that there wasn’t anything between us . . . but each meeting had me falling a lot more in like with him than I wanted.  He was sweet, charismatic and genuinely interested in knowing more about me.  That’s why, I wasn’t all too surprised that when the party was over he had asked me out to dinner and wouldn’t accept no for an answer.  

I agreed to a single dinner and made it clear that I wasn’t looking for anything serious.  I didn’t go into a lot of detail, but just gave him the rundown that my heart had been smashed to smithereens and there was no way in hell I was going to fall down that black hole again.  He was oh so patient and understood completely.  That single dinner turned into a standing weekly date which then turned into frequent movie nights throughout the week.  Eight months later, I’m still in major like with him.  LIKE.  Not love . . . I mean, yes, there have been moments when he does something so amazingly, sweet that I go all heart-eyes on him . . . but love . . . yeah, no.  Thanks to him, I don’t really think I can ever “love” someone so freely again.  If there was anything that I learned from my time in Cordonia it’s that love is a four letter word that makes you weak . . . and I’d be damned if I would allow myself to get swept up in that whirlwind again.

After wrestling with my thoughts, I found myself standing on the front stoop of my apartment building.  It was the typical New York City brick-built walk up.  It was in a pretty good area near a lot of shops and markets.  It was also ridiculously close to the subway making it so easy to find yourself in any one of the other boroughs of the city.  Because of that it was obscenely expensive.  I mean, two bedroom apartments in New York are already obscenely expensive, but one in close proximity to the subway typically broke the bank.  Thank God for Andy.  Without her splitting of the rent, we never would have been able to afford something in this area.

I climbed up the three flights of stairs to my apartment unit, all the while, butterflies floated around happily in my stomach.  My mind raced to what I was going to wear to our early dinner tonight.  It also drifted to what Paul wanted to talk to me about.  He seemed a bit vague about it.

“Hey,” I said happily as I walked through the front door.  I threw my keys onto the island in the kitchen.  Andy was sitting on the floor furiously typing away on her laptop.  Papers were strewn all around her in different piles.  

“How’s the thesis going?” I asked, eyeing a few of the crumpled, wadded up paper next to her.

Andy stretched her arms over her head, yawning.  “I’ve been at this since seven this morning and got all of one page done.  You tell me.”  She snorted.  

Andy was an English major who had earned her Bachelor’s Degree two semesters ago.  Her educational goals were much loftier than my own.  She wanted her PhD.  I just wanted to get the hell out of school.  It had already taken me a bit longer than expected to get my degree, and I didn’t have the funds or drive to continue any further beyond my BA.  

Andy was in her second semester of Hudson’s Literary Studies MA program, and I didn’t envy her in the slightest.  While my life had become consumed with all things Savvy Events, her life was consumed by her thesis.  I didn’t understand why someone would willingly spend so many hours of their life working on a paper that could either make or break your educational endeavors, especially when there was going to be more schooling and papers waiting for her on the other side of her MA.  She’d still have at least four more years in her doctoral program.  I internally cringed at even the thought of it.  Andy had mentioned a few times that she’d probably have to move out of state to pursue the PhD program that she wanted.  I didn’t even want to think about what that meant for our friendship.  

Andy had been my saving grace when I first moved back to New York.  And if I were being honest, she was the only friend I had for quite a while upon returning.  When I had come home to New York, a lot of my college friends had graduated and moved out of state.  Even my old coworkers at Upscale had found new jobs and moved on with their lives.  A lot changes in six months.  I was left in a state of limbo, not really having anywhere to go or anyone to turn to.  Meeting Andy was a blessing that I so desperately needed at a time when I wasn’t really sure what to do with my life.  

I never really told Andy what happened to land me back in New York, and being the godsend that she is, she never pushed or pried.  I vaguely mentioned that I had been traveling out of the country for a while, and she assumed that I had been a part of some foreign exchange program.  She never prodded and I never corrected her because . . . well . . . talking about Cordonia . . . and him . . . would just reopen the wounds that had taken so very long to heal.  I wanted a clean break from all things Cordonian.  I left no contact number or forwarding address.  I wanted them to forget I ever existed, and to be honest, I wanted to forget they had ever existed, too.  

“Hey, one page is better than nothing right?”  I popped open the refrigerator grabbing a soda can out of it.  “Want one?”  I said as I held up a can to offer Andy.

“I’m good.  I’m wired on three cups of coffee right now.  I don’t think my body can handle any more caffeine right now.  So how was your day off?”

“It was fantastic.”  I sighed happily.  “Paul’s flying in today . . . in a few hours in fact.”

Andy cocked her eyebrow.  “Really?  I thought he was going to be gone for nearly a month?”  

“Me too, but I guess his negotiations must have wrapped up quicker than expected, so he’s flying back.  We’re doing dinner tonight at Russo’s, so you’re on your own tonight okay?  Looks like my movie partner is back in action,” I chuckled as I made my way toward my bedroom.

“Thank God!” Andy exclaimed.  “Your taste in movies is horrendous, geeze,” she sighed.  “Wait . . . does that mean you guys are planning on coming back here and having some post business trip loving, because I was planning on working until at least eleven tonight.”

“Andy!” I yelled, turning away from my doorway.  “Seriously?” I narrowed my eyes at her.

“I’m just saying!  Every time that man goes away on business, you can’t keep your hands off of each other when he gets back. I mean, I get it, you’re still in the honeymoon phase of your relationship … but can you may be spread the lovey dovey googly eyes crap at his place tonight?  I do not like being the third wheel,” she said pointedly.

“Stop it,” I scolded.  “And we aren’t that bad,” I chided.  “I mean . . . yes when he comes back from his business trips we are quite happy to actually be together in person again . . . but we hardly push any hard limits . . . we always keep it to a nice and comfortable PG-13 level, thank you very much.”

Andy waggled her eyebrows.  “Sure, you keep telling yourself that.”  

I rolled my eyes and threw my balled up jacket at her head.  “I’m going to go get ready for tonight.  Get your mind out of the gutter.”

As I turned into my bedroom and started to rummage through my closet for something to wear, I heard Andy enter my room behind me.  "Hey, before you go off to get all glamorous for your date …  you got mail today.  Seems pretty fancy . . . and it looks like it has some sort of foreign postmark.  Cor-something?  I can’t make out the rest,” she said as she squint her eyes to make out the lettering.  

My hand clenched on my closet’s door, an unsettling feeling forming in the pit of my stomach.  “Foreign?” I asked, turning to stare at Andy, my jaw clenching.  “What do you mean foreign?  What’s it say?” I asked, abandoning the clothes in my closet.

Andy had the envelope in her hand and looked at it again.  It was a cream-colored envelope.  She scrunched up her face again.  “Well, the postmark looked weird, and I had to sign some sort of funky slip of paper to acknowledge that I received it,” she shrugged.  “I can’t really read the full postmark.  Look,” she motioned to the envelope.  “It even has a fancy red seal on it.”  

My heart beat faster in my chest and my legs felt like they were turning into noodles.  A wave of emotions washed over me.  Foreign postmark . . . red seal . . . it couldn’t be.  Could it?  Not after all this time.  I mean . . . it’s about two years too late to be reaching out.  The thoughts hummed through my head as I eyed the envelope in Andy’s hand.  

I cleared my throat, trying to steady my voice.    “Does it say who it’s from?”

Andy shrugged nonchalantly, as if the letter she was holding wasn’t the ticking time bomb that it was.  “Nope, just some sort of insignia.”  Andy handed me the envelope.  “Does it look familiar?”

I swallowed hard, my eyes dropping to the seal.  My fingers traced the wax seal on the envelope.  Did it look familiar?  Of course it did.  I’d seen the crest hundreds of times during my time in Cordonia.  Bertrand and Maxwell had made sure that I was familiar with all of the court’s seals and crests.  I wanted to speak, but my voice cracked a little in the process.  How could this happen?  Fifteen minutes ago I was so excited that Paul was flying home . . . . now all I felt was absolute dread.  The butterflies from earlier were gone, replaced by a gnawing feeling of anxiety.

“Ri?” Andy questioned.

I lifted my head.  “Hm?” I asked as I felt my eyes glazing over.

“Does it look familiar?” She asked again.  I could sense the impatience growing in her voice.

“Y-yes,” I replied softly.

I could feel Andy’s eyes boring into me.  “Well?  What is it?” She asked.  “Who’s it from?”

I licked my lips nervously, and cleared my throat.  “It’s the family crest of House Beaumont from Cordonia.” I replied softly.  My chest felt tight, and suddenly I couldn’t breathe.  I braced myself on the arm of the couch, trying to sit down.  I tried my best to remain composed, but I could already feel hot tears pricking my eyes.

Andy scrunched her face up in confusion.  “From where?”