#i don’t think he’s that ‘careful’ though. but then again chess is a game about strategy so if he has smarts anywhere it’s probably there

[lilwoofs]

I’ve been thinking about it for a while and I think what saddens me the most is that shadow doesn’t really seem to like adventuring. Sonic and shadow are similar in that they both go fast and go on a lot of the same adventures, and even though adventures just like, happen to sonic he kinda starts them, or at least seems to enjoy them after all “what you see is what you get, just a guy who loves adventure”. He didn’t choose to have chaos unleashed, turn into a werewolf or have eggman make a war, and I’m sure there’s moments (like metal virus and frontiers) where he’d rather that all not have happened, but overall he seems to have fun doing all of this stuff, it’s his hobby, even in the twitter takeovers most of the time when a question about what they is asked he basically just says running and adventuring.

Meanwhile shadow just kinda has that stuff happen to him, his memories are altered and someone wants him to destroy the world, he has amnesia (also metal sonic is mad and making it everyone’s problem), he has amnesia (also someone’s trying to make him destroy the world again), and whatever was going on in 06. He never seemed to relish in the adventure like sonic did, he only really seemed to fight when he had too. (Okay in some games he seemed like he wanted to kill sonic??? (og generations) or just fight sonic for little reason (not to mention what happened to infinite) but it feels like they’re kinda fixing that and it’s pretty out of character for him). For sonic danger is a challenge, it’s fun. For shadow it’s just something happening to him, yeah he might get a little smug about it, but “if the world chooses to become my enemy I will fight like I always have” shadow wouldn’t be fighting if he didn’t have someone trying to make him destroy the world every two seconds-

It would also make sense shadow doesn’t seem to enjoy danger like sonic does, he knows what its likes being attacked and it going wrong (Maria’s death). And to contrast sonic in the twitter takeovers whenever he’s asked about hobbies he says he wants to start a cat orphanage, or that he reads books and plays chess, volunteers at soup kitchens, taking care of his bike, also won’t shut up about flowers. All pretty low stakes things! (He even mentions multiple times in the newest twitter takeovers that he doesn’t fight for fun, only when needed. Now that could just be him not wanting to admit he’s having fun with sonic, because there is a lot of moments we’re he fights with sonic for no reason other then fun, but there’s still probably some truth in there. Who knows maybe we just think that because we always see it from Sonic’s side, and since sonic likes it we assume shadow does too ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ) And talking to Maria in sh generations it makes so much sense! She seems frightened at the concept of shadow attacking black doom, she’s not scared to talk back to him when he’s being rude to shadow, but she seems surprised that it’s happening, surprised that shadow is so “bold and confident” when shadow fights. Yeah she told him to protect everyone on earth but I don’t think she had shadow stopping earth ending situations in mind. They play chess and go to school, when Maria talks of going back to earth she mentions having food and meeting her family. That was their plan. She didn’t think shadow would have to stop gods and war, she thought he was going to met friends and eat good food! And just help out in small ways when he can.

Going back to Maria’s death we know shadow was powerful at that time, not as much as he is now, but he was frozen for those 50 years (no time to train) which means he was just as strong then as he was in sonic adventure 2 (makes sense he’s the ultimate lifeform). If shadow was back there he would’ve fought the G.U.N agents, but taking in the Maria dialog (“bold and  confident”) and how their life was on the ark he wasn’t used to fighting. If nothing happened to shadow he probably wouldn’t be fighting.

TLDR: where’s my sonic game that’s about shadow owning a cat orphanage and reading books sega?

[knightley-gambit]

[ *> Horace finished messing around with the board and set it in the corner of the desk. After, he approached Simon and began to study his face.

[ *> He didn’t know the most about simple expression changes, but he wanted to see if he could spot something anyways. ]

[ *> Overall, Horace was pretty alright with his death. Yeah, sure, it came at the hands of Laguarde and was ultimately planned out to the last detail by none other than Simon; that bit sucked. but if it was Simon, maybe some larger move was at play. Something only Horace’s death could’ve helped accomplish. ]

[ *> He was fine with his death. because, above all, Horace trusted Simeon, and he was hopeful. ]

[ *> Though, as much as he did trust him, it didn’t mean he didn’t notice the minuscule changes in his demeanor since Horace had appeared. ]

[ *> He pulled back, was it really truly the Simon he knew? ]

“tsk, you didn’t even get to perform?”

“what happened then? I didn’t get to see much, being yknow, dead.”

[ *> he chuckled a bit as he said that, his death seemed to be a bit of a joke to him. whether the laughter was true or not, was fairly clear. ]

{POST AAI2–BEFORE SIMEONS TRIAL/IN THE HOLDING CELLS [horace’s old cell in specific if you wanna go that way<3] also!! i typed a lot, you don’t need to match me, i wanted to set the scene a bit :] }

[ *> ‘krrshhh..’ ]

[ *> The wooden sound of a few blocks—no, pieces? rolled onto the floor just across the cell. ]

[ *> It sounded like somebody was tampering with something they shouldn’t have been, and had made a mess. ]

[ *> The pieces on the floor rolled around a bit. tumbling around. like somebody were trying to pick them up, yet was failing miserably in their task.. ]

[ *> Simeon was alone in his cell, wasn’t he? He should’ve been, and he was last time he had checked. ]

[ *> Even so, to maybe suggest otherwise, a faint teal glow emanated from the desk just across the cell where the pieces were still being shoved around and away from whatever what disturbing them. ]

— @knightley-gambit [ooooo spooky ghost horace, haunting simeon<33]

[also also, unsure if you got the notif or not but i did reply to that other thread we had going, if you didn’t wanna continue it then thats fine, disregard, i just can’t tell for my life <3]

((I DIDNT GET THE NOTIF MY BAD. AUGH.))

Simon looks up from where he was wallowing, snapping out of his daze.

Truthfully, he wouldn't have paid any attention at all if the situation were not so bizarre. He made no effort to talk to anyone at his new home other than Dogen, and even then he attempted not to embarrass himself by being too vulnerable. Being alone allowed him to process his life after he had been driven by fury, paranoia and mania. He could take things slow- and even then, it seems his heart would start to race once more. Life never truly stopped tormenting him, huh?

He slowly got up, using his experience to tiptoe without a peep. He was a child at the orphanage again, hearing some people talk about their wretched plans. Truthfully, he had never gotten rid of his overly-paranoid habits and he didn't plan to. Not now, especially not now. Everyone was out to get him in one way or another- including whoever this was.

Simon approached. Carefully, slowly, silently, until he could peek and see where this strange light was omitting from.

"...Who's there?"

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A/N: I accidentally deleted this one while updating/reblogging some old fics and now I'm big sad T^T So uh...here it is again I guess!

Izaya observed his face as it was reflected in the glinting, purely glimmering metal. What he saw gazing back at him was a visage that many called ‘beautiful’. He was well known for his charcoal hair and stormy brown eyes, a slender physique and a smirk to go with it.

He felt it barely compared though. It hardly held any weight when pitted against what was sitting on the opposite side of this chess board from him.

“Haha…I don’t know how many times I’m going to have to tell you before you finally get it.”

With a deft twirl, he finally pointed the weapon in your direction.

You weren’t looking your best. Hours of crying and writhing around in these rough ropes had left you ragged. Your eyes were rimmed with red, lips still quivering from pent-up sobs that hadn’t been released yet. You choked out a couple when he aimed for you, shutting those same eyes tight, and lowering your head. Hair already tousled by your frantic struggles, you obscured your own vision with it anyway.

“…Now that’s no good. How are you supposed to play my little game if you can’t even see it?”

Izaya rose up from his seat, reveling in how you seemed to tremble more and more the closer he came to you. His pale hand reached out and slipped under some of those matted strands, pushing them back away from your forehead and revealing the beauty he had come to know and love so much.

“That’s better. Now-” Izaya took your chin in his hand and jerked it up, at the same time forcing you to open your eyes again. They tearfully stared ahead at the board, the pieces all arranged haphazardly in some manner that only someone like him could truly understand. It was like he had tipped out the dregs of a Monopoly box, you spied kings and queens, Othello and Shogi orphans intermingled with them.

“See that there? That’s you.” he continued cupping your chin and cheek in one hand, leaning over from behind your seat and pressing his very fingertip to the top of a little pawn. “You’re so…small…and weak…”

His nails pinched the top and he let the piece roll into his hand.

“Caught in my palm, with nowhere to go. So if I wanted to…I could just…”

Izaya didn’t vocally finish his sentence, choosing instead to show you practically and clench his digits into a fist around the pawn. You could almost feel your heart twisting as he did so. Eventually he let it drop and clatter to the board, and fresh tears fell as you watched it roll limply to a stop, lying there as if it were truly useless to anyone.

“Understand?”

You jolted suddenly and inhaled sharply, as his voice abruptly spoke right by your ear. Frantically you nodded, and that dark chuckle only made its comeback.

“Hehehe…excellent. Then you’re probably aware of the stakes here. But…you’re not the only pawn being played…”

Watching him as he moved again to the other side, you felt as if the binds that had you wrapped up in this darkened room- wherever it was- had only gotten tighter.

“All your friends, all your family, everyone you’ve ever cared about, they’re aaallll here, and you get to decide what happens to them.” he leaned over the chessboard and tilted his head curiously. Here came the dreaded question.

“So, what will it be? Either way, I’m going to untie you in exactly 1 minute. You can give in to me like I want you to, and accept that you’re never going to see any of these people again. At the very least, they’ll live if you choose that. But if you want to be stubborn and try to fight back against me then you can do that too.”

His head lowered a little, gaze darkening and focusing right in on you like a couple of rusted bullets.

“You can try at least, but I think you and I both know how things will end up.”

True. You did know.

They’d end up in a roadside ditch at best, and at worst…probably chained and at his command for eternity.

“But I know what you’re thinking-” Izaya suddenly started mocking your typical tone of voice, softening his own for it, “-'It’s better to die trying to save the ones I love, than to live as a prisoner’, right? Well…there’s this funny thing in chess called 'capturing’. Though I suppose I’m using the term loosely…as if you do decide to say no to me, and I do decide to go through with other means…then I’m not going to be 'capturing’ any of your precious loved ones like I’ve done with you. No no…”

His soft lips split apart into a sharp grin that only seemed to mirror his blade, all in white. His eyes never left you as his fingers curled and flicked out against each and every piece that was laid there. He sent them flying and clattering to different points in the room, all the while accompanying his actions with more cruel talk.

“I don’t care about any of them.”

Click!

“I only care about you…”

Clack!

“They mean nothing to me…”

SLAM!

His hand, down upon the table and smashing the game board in two. He stared at you from two inches away, his body already crawling halfway onto that surface just so he could come so closely. You gazed back, utterly frightened, into those cold eyes of his.

“[Y/N]…I’ll kill anyone and everyone that I have to, until I get what I want.” his scalding breath exhaled upon your lips with every callous word, “I’ll admit it…you’ve tried to see the good in me before, but that was your mistake. You made it easier. But in the end, you can still win. Just surrender to me, and I won’t have any reason to hurt the ones you care about. They won’t matter anymore, because neither of us will ever have to see them again.”

Kida. Ryuu. Shizuo.

Shizuo.

Shizuo.

Shizuo.

Shizuo.

Izaya raised the last piece he hadn’t yet knocked down. He dangled it temptingly before both you and himself, king at his command.

“He’s the one who’s making you so indecisive, isn’t he? But what’s worse, [Y/N]? Breaking his heart by abandoning him for me?” Izaya smirked again, before his lips came to hover by your ear.

“Or letting me break him in his entirety?”

Your mouth only parted wider as you watched him practically crumble the chess piece into dust, cracking and breaking it apart in his remarkably solid grip. The veins on his hand were prominent, there was an unbridled rage there that he was barely holding back. A passion he had never known before meeting you.

“N-no…!” you gasped out, and he simply smiled in a soft and eerie fashion, pulling back again and dusting his hands off.

“So.” he glanced at his black watch, then back at you again, “Decision time.”

“W-wait! W—ait I—I’m not ready yet I–!!”

No waiting. It was go time, and Izaya signaled that clearly by slicing the ropes off you and hauling you up by your collar. He held you just like that, continuing to toy with his knife in the other hand. You stumbled closer to him unwillingly, and he just tugged you even tighter against his body.

The fur from his jacket tickled your skin. You could only really see his eyes as they looked at you expectantly, awaiting your answer without even asking for it. Izaya felt he had made it clear enough already. Lose everything you cared about, and possibly your own life? Or simply choose to love him as much as he undoubtedly loved you…

The only one. You were the only one he felt this way about. It was remarkable really, to think that he had spent so much time observing and studying humans, and yet this facet of their…well…humanity, had eluded him for so long. He wasn’t the type who’d have much trouble getting a date, and he’d even spent time pretending to be a girl online before. It wasn’t like he didn’t understand the concept either.

But…to truly love another. To be willing to do so much for one person.

That really was a first.

His hand only gripped you tighter as the silenced dragged on. Why were you just gaping at him like that? Fuck, you looked like you were about to burst into tears again, and he didn’t know if he could be bothered with another half hour just waiting for you to calm down. If you forced his hand then you forced his hand, but things would be so much simpler if you just said…

“Y-yes.”

Izaya blinked once, before his smile grew again, teeth relaxing from their grinding posture concealed by those lips of his. Of course you said 'yes’. Someone who deserved to be with him would never act like such a fool.

“That’s what I thought. Well played, [Y/N]…”

His teeth emerged a little only to bite down on his bottom lip. Now that he had the go ahead he could finally do what he had been waiting to do for so long. He tugged it harshly then let it pop back again, just in time for pressing the pair right against yours. His kiss was thrust upon you in an instant, his hands cupping your cheeks firmly and holding your head in place.

You weren’t going anywhere now. You’d never leave him, never leave his sight. The thought of how well this had all worked out just made him groan and thrust his tongue harder against yours, entangling the two and taking complete control. As if he hadn’t possessed it already regardless…

Yes, this was perfection. The best way that things could have panned out.

Plus…Izaya didn’t technically make any promises, nor sign any deals. There was no contract, no fancy slip of paper that said he couldn’t bash Shizuo’s fucking brains in if he was feeling like it. These were all his rules, and you were playing by them whether you liked it or not.

As he pulled back from the kiss, his arms wrapped around your middle and squeezed you like a snake. His chin rested on your shoulder, the corners of his lips tugging smugly, before you heard something being whispered, just under his breath.

A single, simple word.

“Checkmate.”

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[razorblade180]

“Courting”

Charlotte:Miss Furina!!! I have a very important question to ask, off the record of course.

Furina:A question? I don’t see why not.

Charlotte:Are you being courted by world renowned traveler, Aether!?

Furina:*red* C-Courted!? I wouldn’t exactly say-

The journalist whips out a polaroid photo of Furina with a warm smile on her face as she sits across from Aether during a late candle lit dinner.

Furina:Oh my god this came out so well. You can even see the- how did you have this!? Where were you!?

Charlotte:I was posed as a waitress!

Furina:….

Charlotte:…For a job! Not for you. Heavens no. By the way, I wouldn’t eat there again. Back to the topic at hand, good for you.! It’s a cute look. Your smile is brighter.

Furina:You just have good lighting.

Charlotte:Ha! Oh Furina…candle light is agonizing for photography.

Furina:Sounds like a hit a sore spot. Anyways, if you’re asking I assume you’re more or less aware of everything I am when it comes to Aether and romance.

Charlotte:Of course! I actually brought it up to him around our first time meeting. Had proof and everything so I can ask him “why an open relationship”

Furina:…You’re kinda scary at times.

Charlotte:If you’re not intense in my field then people try to circle around the truth. Like you were about to do until I showed the photo. You can keep that by the way. *fiddles with camera*

Furina:If you don’t mind, I’d like to ask you a question as well.

Charlotte:Ooo okay! I’m all ears!

Furina:You’ve known him longer, engaged with him more often, and seem interested from where I stand; yet I’m the one dat- is involved with him.

Charlotte:Do you have commitment issues?

Furina:Let me finish! What I’m getting at is why aren’t you two item. I’ve the comedically sized document about the dynamic. As it stands now…if I was close minded or acted selfishly…

Charlotte:Ah, I see. It’s interesting to see your mind at work, but unfortunately you’re overthinking things waaaay too much. This isn’t chess game or battle of wits. It would pretty low to treat others feelings like that without thought. Neither him or I would be able to stand ourselves to put a person filled with in a position where they either find new love or be forced to deal with the fact there’s someone else. Kinda defeats the point of an open relationship.

Furina:That’s…I see your point.

Charlotte:If you want Aether romantically all to yourself when it comes to Fontainian’s then by all means exercise that right. He’s still going to be one of my closest friends and partner in journalism! Though to be clear, this isn’t me conceding in any way. I do hope you enjoy my company as much as I love yours! Also… *pulls out photo*

It’s nothing particularly special. Just a really good picture of Aether in the middle of fishing without a care in the world.

Charlotte: Let’s be honest, he has a very nice face. Just ask Lyney! He thinks so too.

Furina:*red* I mean I guess it has its appeal.

Charlotte:You can keep that one too. Anyways, I gotta go before no more Aquabuses run. My latest story has gotten popular so you know…I’ll be back in the city in like three weeks? Hopefully? Eh, we’ll see.

Furina:What did you expose!?

Charlotte:It’ll be front page tomorrow! Read all about it! Bye! *runs off*

Furina thought she was pretty good at reading people, especially her audience. Right now she had no clue if the conversation just now was casual chatter, a weird bargain, or even pleasant congratulations with a side of flirting? She only knew what she’s known from the beginning. Charlotte is a really interesting, kind person who takes phenomenal photos.

Furina:…(I wonder if he knows that this photo was taken?)

xxxxx

Aether:I was fishing alone.

Furina:For the love of- how strong is that lens!? By the way…would you consider us…courting or something? *red*

Aether:

Aether: You literally made out with me a few days ago. Grabbed my scarf, and smooched my face. We spend time together consistently.

Furina:*nods slowly* You bring up a valid point.

Aether:A valid point!? *shows hickey*

Furina:Okay, several points! Wrap your scarf back up before someone sees!

Aether:Breaking news, crystal pure celebrity actually filters her murky mind.

Furina:I want my kisses back!

[miracles-and-butterflies]

Fourth part to Intertwining Threads of Gold, based on a prompt by @time-for-a-grandkid-round-up.

The one where Mirabel becomes matriarch.

With Isabela grounded and Mirabel being a cause for concern, Bruno, Luisa and Dolores try to workout what is going on.

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Intertwining Threads of Gold IV

Bruno sat down with a yawn. “Well, yesterday was a bit unexpected, wasn’t it? I mean, I would have said something if I’d seen it coming, I promise, hermana… Are you doing okay, Juli? Have you spoken to both girls yet? Gotten to the bottom of it? I have to say, Isabela is taking this grounding thing better than I thought she would. Though if I knew Luisa was hunting me down, I’d probably hide away in my room too.”

“I’m Mirabel, Tío.”

Bruno jumped a little, doing a double take.

“I… I knew that,” he said. “I know which one you are. I can tell you two apart.”

Mirabel didn’t say anything in response. To be fair, she was busy playing a game of chess with Dolores, who also remained in silent concentration.

The pair were equally matched in intelligence and their matches (though rare) were incredibly precise and tedious to watch. Bruno cleared his throat after a moment, getting bored.

“So… about yesterday?” He ventured.

“Yes?” She inquired, not taking her eyes off the game.

“Your leg didn’t look great.”

“It’s fine. I was healed.”

“It was pretty torn up. Like, really bad.”

“I know. I saw; I felt it.”

“You fainted twice.”

“I can’t really help being squeamish.”

“Isabela seemed pretty upset.”

“I don’t know why that was.”

“I think I do. She’s been very against this matriarch thing recently.”

Mirabel looked up at that.

“Is there something we should know?” He asked.

“About what?” She questioned, sounding nervous.

“Just… Has Isabela said or done anything else to you that we should know about?” Bruno clarified. “I know, she’s your sister and you don’t want to make her look bad, but we kinda need to know what we’re telling her off for, you know? And we don’t want her putting any doubts in your head. We know it’s—”

“Pass it to me, hermanito!”

“You keep cheating, Camilo!”

He looked away, briefly distracted by whatever game Antonio and Camilo were playing outside, Mirabel took in a sigh of relief.

“No. This is the first time Isabela has spoken to me about this. I’m sure it’s nothing and it will pass, but I’ll let you know if she does so again.” She answered, gently.

Bruno nodded. “Thanks, kid. Sorry for distracting you. You can carry on with your chess match now.”

Well. That was easy.

He had gotten Mirabel to talk - honestly Julieta and Agustín make it sound like it’s impossible, they are so dramatic - and she’d promised to let him know if Isabela got out of hand again.

He was proud of himself.

Dolores hummed, teasingly. “Careful, primita. You might actually have to use one of your other pieces if something happens to your last pawn.”

“It is only a worthless piece. I doubt the others will care about the thing if it died,” Mirabel muttered under her breath.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“I heard you—”

“I was just thinking out loud, prima.”

“I swear to God, if you’re giving the pieces feelings now—”

Mirabel took Dolores’ queen.

“Your turn, Dolores.” She said, quietly.

The older grumbled, “That was my favourite piece.”

Satisfied that she was okay, Bruno pulled himself back on to his feet to go brag reassure to his sister.

He stopped in the doorway though, knocking on the wall for Mirabel’s attention as he poked his head back in.

“Just in case Isabela is making you doubt yourself, just remember that we picked you to be the next matriarch for a reason. You are exactly what this family needs.”

Mirabel nodded slowly, eyes misty. “Thank you, Tío.”

Yeah, he was very proud of himself.

He makes his way towards the kitchen wanting to reassure Julieta and Agustín that Mirabel was okay after that successful conversation. Maybe it isn’t just Luisa who has the superpower of getting Mirabel to open up.

Maybe he should try speaking to Isabela too.

~~~~~~

“We need to talk about Isabela.”

Luisa rolled her eyes. “Don’t you start as well. I’m not apologising to that bitch. She deserved it. She hurt Mirabel. Mira’s leg was completely mangled.”

“Not about that, which we have already told you several times was an accident and you slapping her in the face was uncalled for,” Dolores corrected. “I meant, we need to talk about Mirabel and the matriarchy. I’m starting to think Isa was right.”

She didn’t get time to argue as her cousin had already invited herself into her room and sat down beside her on the bed.

“You’re wrong.” Luisa says. “Mirabel wants to be matriarch. She has said so herself.”

“Lying and acting—”

“Aren’t skills Mirabel has.”

“Being in denial then?”

“She would have told me.”

“You know what she’s like—” Dolores tried.

“She would have told me.” Luisa insisted, firmly.

Luisa hoped that Dolores would get up and go.

Who was she to tell her about her sister anyways? Doesn’t she have her own younger siblings to look after? Isn’t one of them literally in a mood at the minute about this whole matriarchy thing?

“What if we’re looking at this the wrong way?” Dolores pondered, out loud.

“I told you already, she isn’t—”

“I know. Maybe Mirabel does want to be the matriarch and that is the truth. But why? Because she certainly didn’t give a damn about governing beforehand. And I’d venture that she still doesn’t.”

There’s a beat of silence.

“Now that I think about it… I haven’t ever heard her talk about what she plans to do with her future.” Dolores looked up at Luisa. “Do you know?”

“No, I… I generally have no idea.” Luisa answers.

“Hmm. Maybe we should work that out first. Let’s check her room.”

Luisa hadn’t said anything against it. Dolores was already up and heading to the door, so she just followed after.

But then they veer off to the lone ordinary door and Dolores flashes her a brief thumbs up.

“She’s in? That’s good.”

“What? No. She is out with your parents.”

“Then why would you give me a thumbs up?”

“Letting you know the coast was clear.”

“Wait… we’re not actually gonna—”

Too late.

Dolores had already opened the door and slipped inside.

Luisa awkwardly glanced around - nobody was there - before following Dolores in and quickly shutting the door behind them.

“What exactly are we looking for?” She asked.

“A diary or a journal; just a book she writes in,” Dolores said, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. Without looking up, she pulled open the desk drawer and began scrambling through the papers. “I know she keeps one. I’ve heard her mention it. We just need to find it.”

While Dolores ransacked that, Luisa herself took charge of the drawer underneath the window-seat.

Luisa scoffed lightly. Perfectly organised. One side was several balls of yarn and knitting needles, then a collection of bobbins and a lidless pot of tiny, silver needles, a few embroidery rings and some blank folded squares of fabric.

“Are you having any luck?” Dolores inquired. “Because I’m not— Christ, she writes tons. All of this is just one essay… how can there be so much to say on whoever Anna Komnene is?”

The strongest smiled. “She loves her history. But yeah, writes a lot. That whole drawer will probably be school work then. This one is all sewing equipment.”

Dolores huffed, moving onto the next drawer.

“Great. Sheet music.” She held up one of the pages for Luisa. “Which one of her instruments do you reckon it’s for?”

“Couldn’t tell you. I can’t read sheet music. That all means nothing to me.”

“Well, that wouldn’t— I’m sorry? You can’t read sheet music? We were both in the choir together. How the hell did you know what to sing?”

“I read the words? Is that not what you were doing? Why is this so shocking? Isabela, Camilo and Tío Bruno can’t read music either.”

Dolores looked somehow personally offended by that.

“I can’t believe I’m related to you four.” She put the page away. She carried on to the next few drawers. “Books… For God’s sake. The rest are all filled with books. Why? They aren’t even fiction—”

“I said she liked her history.” Luisa smirked.

“Well, one of these must be a diary.” Dolores remarked.

Luisa took a seat on the bed as Dolores started checking each of the books individually.

She’d have to apologise to Mirabel later.

Soon enough, a book was tossed into Luisa’s lap - noticeably thinner and smaller than the other ones, alongside lacking a title and author. Instead, just a patterned cover, with the year in bold.

“You actually found it,” Luisa exclaimed in disbelief. “This makes me think you’ve done this before.”

“No. The rest of you don’t keep diaries. It’s just myself, Camilo and Mirabel.”

Luisa hesitated.

“Well, go on. If one of us has to read it, she’d rather it be you.” Dolores prompted. She sat down on the desk chair, waiting.

“Here’s hoping it’s just book reviews,” Luisa muttered.

She carefully opened the little book, not wanting to break it accidentally. Sure enough, it was Mirabel’s neat, pretty handwriting inside.

However… It was more informational than she thought a diary would be.

There was none of the ‘dear diary’ stuff or ranting about something in the day, it was just a list of dates. Homework Mirabel had to complete, things she needed more of (pens, thread), birthday present ideas…

She flicked a few pages further in, going further into the year, starting to laugh.

“What? What is it?” Dolores asked.

Wiping away a tear, she silently handed the book to Dolores, who (in spite of the humble show of giving it to Luisa before) practically snatched it out of her hand eagerly.

“I thought a diary was out of character for Mira,” Luisa said. “This type of ‘book to write in’ makes a lot more sense.”

Dolores threw the book in frustration, knocking over a basket. Luisa only laughed more, getting up go fix the thing.

The older sighed, “I just want to be done with this whole matriarch thing. It was suppose to be something so good and now it is just a mess, another mess I am so sick of hearing about. I should’ve learned by now that nothing ever shuts up when I want it to.”

Luisa picked up a cloth that had fallen out of the basket and she sighed too. Only, by lifting the corner, the rest of it unraveled itself to be a somewhat unfinished, small tapestry.

Depicting a blue-green hummingbird having its wings torn off by claw-like hands, each claw a different colour.

Neither said anything.

“Well… that’s unsettling.” Dolores mused, eyeing it warily.

“Why would she have made this?” Luisa questioned.

“I know Padre Flores asked her to repair some of the church tapestries a few weeks back.” She informed. “I can’t think of what Bible story this relates to though.”

“…Because it’s not about someone from the Bible.”

“What do you mean?”

Luisa laid out the tapestry on the desk.

“That’s us, the family. It’s our colours as the claws,” she pointed. She swallowed guiltily, before moving her finger to the teal thread, “And that’s Mirabel, losing her freedom.”

[twstedqueenvi]

Challenging the King

Leona Kingscholar X GN!Reader 18+

Posted: 04/06/23

Be careful what you say around the king.

Word Count: 5.6k

Sexual themes, shameless self insert, Minors DNI

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Challenging the King

The sun was high in the sky.

The heat had steadily been rising with the sun, though in the Savanaclaw dorm, it was pleasantly cool. The blinds were open, letting in what little breeze was blowing. You lay on the bed next to a softly snoring Leona, his arm loosely wrapped around you. He had been like this since he got back from spelldrive practice this morning. At first, you hadn’t minded, content to spend the early hours of the morning tangled in his embrace, but then as the hours dragged on it didn’t seem like Leona was ever going to wake. You shifted next to him in boredom, rolling onto your side to face him. He always looked so peaceful when he slept, you almost felt bad doing this…almost.

“Leona…”, you called, waiting for a moment with no response before trying again…and again. “Leona~...Leona!”

His ear twitched, one emerald eye, opening to look at you, pulling you closer to him.

“Quit your yappin’, I’m tryna sleep.” He replied lazily, letting out a yawn.

You sigh, resting your head on your hand.

“You’ve been sleeping all morning! You said we were going to do something today.” You pouted, purposely pushing out your lower lip for added effect. 

His eye was closed again, but you kept that little pout, knowing he wasn’t asleep again by the slight knit of his brows and agitated flicking of his tail. You sat up with a small huff, slipping out of his grip and bed, crossing your arms as you looked down at him.

“Come on I’m bored. If I wanted to stay in bed all day I’d have stayed at Ramshackle.”

Leona tsked, sitting up in bed, still managing to look regal and dignified despite his messy bedhead. He glanced out the window before looking back at you with a raised brow. 

“It’s the hottest part of the day. Come back to bed, we’ll do something when it cools down.” He said, sounding exasperated, holding out a hand for you.

You let out another sigh, glancing out the window. It probably was too hot to do anything, but you were tired of just laying in bed. That’s all you two seemed to do as of late. You didn’t mind a relaxed day now and again…but it was starting to feel like all Leona wanted was a living pillow. 

“Come on, I don’t care what but I want to do something. Anything!” You said, taking his hand and lightly tugging. “Please?” You add after a moment.

Leona sighed, slipping out of bed to stand in front of you. His hand rested on his hip as the other brushed some of your hair out of your face. His signature smirk curved on his lips.

“Alright herbivore, since you’re so desperate, what do you wanna do?” 

Honestly, you were expecting more of a fight from him. Getting this man out of bed could have been an Olympic sport, even for you it normally took a few minutes. But that did leave the issue of what to do…you thought you’d have a little more time to think. You quickly look around the room, your eyes landing on the chessboard he had out. The pieces in the middle of an unfinished game he’d been playing against himself. Well…he was teaching you, and it was better than just laying in bed.

“How about some chess? It’s been a while since you taught me and I could use the practice.” You offer.

Leona smirked, wordlessly moving to where he had his chess board, putting all the pieces back on the board to get it set. You watched him wordlessly, having expected some kind of resistance from him. 

“Ya waitin’ for an invitation? Get yer ass over here.” He called, taking a seat with his back to the sun. 

You quickly moved to sit across from him, looking down at the board. He let you be white, though you knew that wouldn’t make much of a difference. He wasn’t going to let you win. But it was fun to play him…even if you always lost. Leona rested his head on his hand, looking at you with an amused smirk. He knew he was going to win, but you had, quite literally, asked for this. 

You chewed on your lip for a moment, looking down at the pieces before making your move. It didn’t take Leona long to make his move in return. Leona quickly captured your king, tutting playfully. 

“Come on herbivore. Gotta try harder than that if you ever wanna beat me.” He teased.

You rolled your eyes, putting the pieces back into their proper places on the board. 

“You know, you could be nice and let me win every now and again.” 

“Hmph, what good would that do ya? Just lettin’ you win means you don’t learn nothin’.”

And that was exactly the response you expected from him. Leona wasn’t just one to roll over and lose, even if it was you. But at least you knew he cared…in his way, but he cared. If he didn’t you wouldn’t be in his room, let alone playing chess when all he wanted was to sleep. 

So you played another round with him, then another, and another. It wasn’t till your fifth round that Leona had to pause during the game to think. Looks like you had [unknowingly] done something right. You leaned back a little, somewhat proud of yourself as Leona studied the board. You looked up at Leona with a proud grin before the sight of him took your breath away. 

The savanna was picturesque behind him, golden sunlight shining on his bare back, casting a glowing halo around his silhouette. Making him look like some kind of godly king of the savanna. His brows knit in thought as his hand idly rubbed his chin. His eyes scanned the board as no doubt hundreds of plays ran through his mind. His lips curved up into a smirk again, a bit of a prideful gleam showing in his gaze.

“Heh, I was actually impressed for a moment there. Thought you’d finally figured it out.” He said casually, picking up one of his bishops and moving it across the board, taking one of your knights.

Your head tilted in confusion, looking at the board, trying to see what he saw in all the pieces. You look back up at him, meeting his self-satisfied look.

“Figured what out?” You ask, no idea what he was alluding to.

You look back down at the board, moving your queen to take his bishop that was set to check your king.

“You’ll figure it out… eventually.” He replies, taking your queen with his.

Well that was that…next move from Leona was checkmate and there wasn't really anything you could do about it. 

“And I think that’s about all the loss I can take in a single day. Guess you’ll remain undefeated for now.”

Leona smirked, leaning forward to rest his elbow on the table, then his head on his hand. His tail swished behind him in amusement. 

“Not gonna let me make the kill? Talk about being a sore loser.” He teases, reaching over to flick your king down, watching it roll off the board.

You roll your eyes, leaning back against the chair.

“Oh please, like there was any doubt you’d win. I’m still leagues away from your level.”

Given you were practicing when you could, but you’d just started learning a few months ago, meanwhile Leona had been playing for years.

“True…but you’re getting better. Maybe in the next decade or so you’ll be able to beat me.”

That was probably the best form of a compliment you were going to get from him. Leona stands and stretches, letting out a yawn before going back to his bed and laying down, patting the spot next to him.

“C’mon herbivore. I wanna nap with my favorite pillow. When we wake up we can go do somethin’.”

You let out a sigh, but move to join him on the bed. He pulled your body close to his own, wrapping his arms around you and resting his head in the crook of your neck.

“Going to be satisfied with this as your prize?” You ask with a small grin, your arm wrapping around him to slowly rub his back, the skin still warm from having the sun beating against it.

Leona let out a sigh, his breath warm against your skin, his lips ever so lightly brushing against you and sending shivers down your spine.

“Yes, now be quiet so I can sleep.” He murmurs.

It was hard to tell if the kiss you felt pressed to your neck was accidental or intentional, especially when you could feel him smirking against you. It seemed he wasn’t too tired to try playing a few more games with you.

“Tease…” You grumble under your breath.

Leona’s ears twitched, his head shifting slightly, quickly followed by the feeling of his fangs against you, leaving the slight sting of a nip in their wake on your collarbone.

“What was that herbivore? Can’t hear ya when you're mumbling like that.”

You rolled your eyes, so that’s how he wanted to play today. Thankfully you were considerably better at this type of game than you were at chess. So at least now you had a fighting chance against him.

“Hm? I didn’t say anything, Leona~ Are you so sleepy that you’re starting to hear things now?” You teased, a playful singsong tone to your voice as you ran your hand through his thick mane of dark hair.

You could feel the rumbling in his throat as he lifted his head till those beautiful green eyes of his met your face, staring you down and looking for any tell you had. You offered him a small smile, feigning innocence. You curled a strand of his hair around your finger, tilting your head a little in feigned curiosity.

“What’s the matter Leona? I thought you wanted to sleep?” You questioned sweetly, stretching out under him and letting out a theatrical yawn.

You closed your eyes, tilting your head to face away from him. Leona didn’t move. You could feel his stare on you, almost feeling like a weighted blanket before Leona shifted again. The bed dipped on either side of your hips and you opened your eyes, looking up to see Leona straddling you. Your eyes slowly traveled down his toned torso, swallowing softly when you got to his pants before another rumbling sound from him had your eyes jumping up to meet his.

He had that ever present smirk back on his face, a certain glint in his eyes that made you want to squirm under him but you willed yourself into staying still. Though that sentiment did nothing for the pounding in your chest and the creeping blush on your cheeks.

“Y’know herbivore, I think I wanna change my prize.” His words came out low like a roll of thunder.

His hands moved to the hem of your shirt, pulling it up as he leaned in, his green eyes almost seeming to glow before he buried his face back in your neck.

“What-” Your breath caught in your throat, your voice hitching a little as he nipped at your neck before tracing his tongue around the fresh mark. Delicious tingles shooting down your spine.“What do you want to change it to?” You asked, still weakly trying to feign innocence like the answer wasn’t literally pressing into your thigh.

"It's been about a week now right? Think it's time I gave you some proper attention n' put you back in your place." His voice was heavy with want, breath hot and teasing against your ear..

He grabbed your wrists, bringing them above your head and pinning them there with a single hand while his other worked on getting your bottoms off. His tail was swaying lazily as he took his time marking your neck with bites and kisses. His tongue tracing over each bite to ease any sting from his fangs while he gently sucked wherever he kissed.

[dukeofdelirium]

"What do you think are x and y’s greatest personality strengths and weaknesses? Why? What do you love about their dynamic?"

So, just found this kinda ask for various ships, I was thinking to ask you, if you don't mind and have free time, of course.

For your fav ships: Lawlight, Kataang, Byler or Eremika (feel free to pick whichever you want to answer). 🌻🌷

Hmmm 🤔🤔🤔

For Lawlight, I’d say both of their strengths would be their intelligence. I’d also say a weakness for both is that they are in many ways cut off from other people, whether it’s like L who kind of does so intentionally or Light who puts on a mask for other ppl’s sake. I also think Light has a level of optimism that is extremely beneficial to him, as well as the willpower to do what he wants and to believe he is capable of achieving it, and his optimism isn’t something I see ppl mention a lot in regards to his character, but I view it as a strength. In the same vein, though, his willpower to achieve what he sets out to do is also a weakness, because he either grows bored of things easily once they are no longer challenging or he is too sure of himself. Not that I can really blame his mindset, considering he is a genius who has rarely if ever been challenged before meeting L, so it’s understandable as to why he possesses such a surety of himself. For L, I think his biggest weakness is how blunt he often is, and how it leads people to not cooperate with him, even the investigative team that work with him in canon. He is not an easily approachable individual, which is part of the reason he doesn’t interact with people in person. I also think L similarly has a drive to achieve what he wants just like Light, by any means necessary. We see it time and time again with his willingness to sacrifice people for answers, or with Light’s mock execution, etc. however, this is a double edged sword because that desire to win also creates more hostility

As for what I love about their dynamic? Oh god, I could go on and on. I like how effortlessly they read and understand one another. I like how they speak to each other in very strange almost coded ways. I like how they have this sort of affinity for one another despite being essentially opposing forces or opposite pieces of a chess game. I like that they’re enemies that don’t necessarily hate one another. I like how doomed they are by the narrative. I like that they are intrinsically tied to one another regardless of space, time or death. I like the melancholy to their relationship, the inherent tragedy of it. But most of all I like that they are the only person that has ever or will ever really know the other, and that they both know it but never really speak it. Because to me there is no greater intimacy than being understood.

For Kataang, I’d say one of Aang’s biggest strengths is his willingness to forgive. His compassion and empathy, too, but mainly his ability to forgive. A weakness for him would probably be his difficulty allowing people to show him affection, because it’s something he does struggle with in the show. He tends to bottle up emotions a lot, too, which is a weakness. For Katara, I’d say that her biggest strength is her willingness to help people in need, as well as her drive to be the best version of herself she can be. I’d say a weakness for her is that she has a lot of anger and tends to kind of explode and that said anger was almost a detriment to her.

As for what I love about their dynamic? I love that they balance one another. I love that they are each others best friend and confidant. I love that they really heal one another in a lot of ways through their relationship. I love how supportive they are of one another and how much they trust each other.

I’ll answer what I like dynamic wise about the other ships you listed :)

For Byler, I love that they are also childhood friends like kataang. I just love how much they care about one another, especially how much Mike cares about Will. It’s very sweet 🥹 I also love how easily they work together in the show, how Will really makes Mike feel genuinely loved and valued and how protective Mike is of Will.

For Eremika, I love how much Eren loves Mikasa 😭 I like how much he values her and how he goes from feeling jealous of her strength to valuing and accepting that. It was a really nice thing to see play out. I also love their whole backstory and how they met, and how much it meant to Mikasa. She’s so fiercely protective of him 😭😭😭 they make me emo

Thanks for the ask!! This was so fun :)

[ournachojesus]

Death Loop Au, (Forth part, I don’t recap so it might be confusing if you haven’t read some of the past stuff.)

Warning : Talking about murder, torture, abuse, and a lot of disturbing content.

Loops 5-10

How long can they live for? If one of them was seriously injured in a way that damaged their mental facilities would a reset happen? Was there any signs or indications that the loops are limited? If not, how do they end the loops?

That’s what they dedicate those loops to. Mostly experimenting to see the basic rules of this unknown time relapse. Already knowing shigami have no memories or information on the subject they just start seeing how far they can go in the loops. As I said in past post, they never make it past the day Light originally dies. Mostly cause of Ryku but it’s not always him doing it (I’ll explain this more in loops 11-20). The hostile nature of their relationship goes from boiling down to simmering. Having to work together now in keeping everyone unaware of the strange test. Like Light concussing L into a coma, which does end up resetting them after a week. The mark rule is found out fast. No info on the loops is found.

Loops 11-20

Light will always die by the pen of a shigami. They can never get either Rem or Ryku to say what his predetermined life span was in the first place. Super tight lipped. Most commonly is Ryku or Rem that kill light at the marked date. If Light somehow convince Ryku not to do it then Rem does. If not Rem another god of death not roaming the mortal world. Of course Light can and has died via other ways, due to L setting it up. Both do question why. Often talking to eachother late into the night about how the gods of death relate to this loop. While none can remember nor know details of why, the marked date always have Light die by death note of a shigami is important. Lots of questions on why L is involved in the loop too since he died so much sooner than Light. They aren’t the only ones that have died by death notes or shigami so while it probably plays a role they can never get much information since all the people with information on the death note have nothing new they can provide. This is when the hostility starts to boil up,

Loops 21-50

Grand slam, on sight fist fights. Think of planning someone’s assassination, they do stuff like that. Some stuff boarding on torture as they near 50. Actually, scratch that, it is torture nearing 50. L removes Light’s fingers while he’s conscious, Light rips L’s tongue out, they don’t go past removing hands and feet. It used to be quick deaths but they just start slowly going nuts (they end up noticing only after they both go too far later on). Neither plead for the pain to stop, the desperate calls and screams are mostly about wishing for the loops to end. Mentally they start disconnecting when in pain, they’re minds letting rational thought override pain no matter what. It happening so often messes up their brains panic response.

Other half is them mind gaming each other, like chess. In this game they slowly start hurting those around them. Less caring as they view them as NPCs. No torture, letting these people get kidnapped, hurt, etc. Human rights? More like only them rights. Even then, they just start breaking every right. Misa starts to become a victim at this time.

Misa!!

I didn’t mention this from loops 1-20 but Misa can pretty quickly catch on to something being up. Light nor L notice this until after loop 20 because Light straight up avoids Misa like the plague along with talk L into helping him make sure Misa wasn’t involved during the first 20 loops. This deal breaks down which is why she starts popping up again. Since they are now experiencing her figuring it out when no one else ever does and her constant want to help them even though it’s super repetitive, they feel a little relief at first since she is willing to understand them but since this is a time when they are literally no longer acting or able to function normally unless it’s to act, things get bloody. It’s this anger that she always figures out the struggle they are in but is just another repeating pattern like everyone else. A code, NPC, a predetermined outcome, etc. So, when it comes to their chess game she is often the piece put in the worst situations. Sending her into a shady club full of horrible guys with a wire on to “collect information” sometimes they send someone in to help her but it just ends up with Misa going ‘missing’ on those days (she gets her organs stolen for black market), having her be arrested as Kira, having her become a Kira propagandist with her art. Depends, but they are just absolutely abusing and monstrous. To everyone.

L has a lot more power due to recourse and while Light is petty, he doesn’t kill L to make him play at the same level. He could but he knows it never work. L is less attached over all, less expressive with loss of appetite. Often not responding with much fire when Light explodes. Light is a ticking time bomb that can only explode around L, he loses drive to keep up relationships but never acts outwardly disturbing. Both just seem depressed to an outside observer, if they have their guards down. Both are so use to acting now that no one knows what’s actually going on beneath the surface.

NPC effect - Both have been looping for so long that they stop seeing other people as important or real due to none of them changing their behavior or develop unless L or Light change something (these loops can span up to when Light is 23, they loop back to when he’s 18).

Mark - From now on that’s what I’ll be referring to as the day Light dies in the og and as the max end point for loops.

The incidents - og post has some info about it but I’ll be make a post solely on this later.

When writing about this AU I never really thought if this relationship was romantic or platonic. Wasn’t really the focus since the relationship development they have is that of deep codependency and desperation. It can be twisted into either if that was something you wanted (this would change some of their actions).

What you need to know is that they grow into each other like compacted roots. I’ll give a full timeline of just what’s going on in the relationship itself once I have the loops and progression of events down. My thoughts on their og relationship? Even if they care and find the other as an equal that makes life exciting, they are both purely selfish beings. Everyone is selfish but their brand of it is beyond that of a normal person. They wish to be above all others, to have their egos satisfied. Not without challenge of course, that’s why they like one another. The challenge is what makes it interesting and all the more rewarding. During the loop AU their relationship grows to be more than just the challenge. In an unfortunate way they experience deep and meaningful connection with another person for the first time in the most brutal way. Unending repetition and trauma and disconnection from everyone else to a much more extreme extent. Connection to someone but with the want to make them happy because it makes you happy, it’s the first time they feel this. It’s really messed up since they end up believing that the only way they could ever love someone is by literally accumulating trauma. That they were born so broken that the only way they could love like normal people was by being ground into fine dust (these kind of thoughts aren’t ones they’d have in the beginning at all, only after they get so tired they can’t maintain their feelings of superiority that they start spiraling. Both in different ways due to differences but in the same vein of them both thinking they are monsters of sorts that needed to be beaten to become human).

[diduthinkihadforgotten]

tonight i am thinking about how you’d play with my hair til i fell asleep in your arms. remembering doing the same to you.

i say it all the time but i keep replaying every moment in my mind on a loop. every movie night, every bad joke you laughed at anyway, every eye roll and sleepy morning the late night conversations and the last time i ever hugged you.

i miss our dog. i miss the kind of frivolous impulsivity we brought out in each other. silly adventures with my most fun friends and my favorite person. when we got our dog, our Draco, it was another random wonderful thing. the way you looked at me when i told you i’d take him home.

i thought about sending you an ill advised late night message, something-something i had a best friend and now i don’t. i haven’t felt this alone since i was a scared little kid.

that probably isn’t healthy. probably a bad omen. but my mind keeps going back to that night you fought my ex, before he was my ex, for my honor. you always told me i deserved better than anyone here could give. that fucking tic tac toe game.

someone once told me that you and me were always gonna be playing secret mental 4d chess light yagami & l lawliet style until we either fucked or killed each other. i had already won at that point- you told me as much.

i remember when we had that conversation. you and me were in our own little world sitting across from each other and locked in the best pokemon game i’d had in months. that tiny picnic table was crowded like the last supper. we had 13 people not including ourselves. we’d arranged the whole hang out so we could play cards in the dark and drink cheap brandy.

i was about two turns away from winning the game when you looked me in the eye and told me that i’d officially and entirely beaten you. i asked if you meant the card game and you said no. i laughed and we put the cards away anyway.

we were close again so quickly. all it took was a 16 hour phone call in february and a premonition.

when i moved back i was so terrified id be entirely and wholly alone, but there you were. i hadn’t even told you i was coming back yet. but you were waiting. you’d made the rest of them wait too. i didn’t spend a day alone that i didn’t want to.

even now, it’s like you’ve got a sixth sense for when i’m feeling especially and overwhelmingly alone. you still care and still check on me even though we broke everything and you should hate me for it.

i wonder what weird red string-christmas lights up on the wall-twin flame fate tied us together like that. if i occupy a similar spot in the back of your mind to the niche i let you stay in.

i’m sure someday we’ll see each other somewhere as inconsequential as a grocery store, or out and about on halloween. it’s a small town after all. we can’t pretend to avoid each other forever.

i miss you, too.

[kisekii]

Chapter 2- Unveiled joy

author note: thank you for reading this, the story isn't as simple as it looks ...I hope you will enjoy it <3.

previous: chapter 1

There was something different about Jeon Wonwoo. When he was around me, I’d feel at peace, I rarely did feel at peace, and when we were apart, my mind would think about things I’d show him, about what he would say or do if he was in the same situation as I was. Jeon Wonwoo was quiet most of the times, he would listen to me for hours, make little comments here and there and then just simply smile, that kind of smile that made me feel understood, heard, that kind of smile that reminded me, my heart was still beating, though a little bit faster than needed.

Jeon Wonwoo liked to take photos, he held his little camera everywhere we went and if he happened to forget it at home, he would take photos with his phone. The view didn’t really matter to him.

“You just like to capture everything without any purpose or theme, don’t you?” I had asked once while Wonwoo was taking a photo of our shadows under the rays of the late afternoon sun. He grinned with his attention still on his camera.

“There is a theme. It’s called “unveiled joy”.

Jeon Wonwoo was everyone’s favorite in this small and forgotten harbor town. Always there to help anyone in need; the lady who owned the fish shop and her problem with heavy packages (not business related, she just has an obsession with online shopping) or the grandmas who spend their days collecting medical flowers or the uncles who would argue over domino and chess games or those who had to go to vacation and had no one to take care of their pets, (especially cats, his favorites).

“I think April fits you perfectly.”

Jeon Wonwoo, my favorite.

//

“I’m almost there!” I said breathless as soon as I answered the phone.

Running to the bus station after spending a hour to get ready… The god of luck obviously wasn’t on my side.

“Are you running?” Wonwoo let out a chuckle. I frowned at that, especially after worrying so much about how I’d look in front of him. “Take it easy, I can wait April.”

Too late.

I slowed my steps as soon as I noticed Wonwoo’s back, one hand holding the phone while the other was inside his pocket. Head bowed down, he was lightly kicking a small stone.

Then my eyes drifted to my reflection on the glassy bus shelter. I sighed. My hair had turned into a real mess, my cheeks were red from all the running, and my outfit didn’t look ironed at all. A white skirt in a place full of dust, really April?

Wonwoo must have felt my presence because he slowly turned and beamed at me and suddenly the world seemed to come to a stop because he was wearing glasses and yes, he has always been handsome but it felt different. His sharp features had softened, and his strong aura had turned into something more delicate, something that felt so familiar yet strange, like a lost beautiful memory you are anxious to reciprocate.

“I told you not to hurry.” he said and removed some strands of hair from my face. I barely felt his touch but my mind and heart were still racing. “Red lipstick looks good on you.” his eyes went down for just a second and then he moved back, stretching his arms while checking if there was any bus coming. I sighed again, this time from relief.

No matter how many days we had spent together, it was impossible for me to get used to being that close to him. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, just simply temptation.

“You are wearing glasses.” I felt dumb as soon as the words left my mouth.

“I couldn’t find my lenses but seeing your reaction, I’m glad I didn’t.” he smirked and I rolled my eyes. It was that easy for him to soothe any situation.

Wonwoo had asked me to go out of town, to drink something, to “have some fun”. I agreed, simply because I was going with him. At first I didn’t think much of it but then I started being conscious of the fact that the two of us were going together somewhere that wasn’t the library he worked, the beach 5 minutes away from my house or the cinema that showed movies from 2010 and older.

So that’s where the tantrum started and that’s how I ended up with painted lips and eyelashes, a long white skirt and a crimson top.

“Finally.” Wonwoo cheered at the sight of the bus stopping in front of us.

We hopped in and slowly walked toward the end to sit next to each other. The bus was mostly empty, just us two and three other people who seemed to have finished their work, the clock marked 6pm.

I could feel the fresh breeze from the opened windows and Wonwoo’s arm touching mine. He offered me one of his airpods and I took it, we used to do that a lot.

“Do you think I have forgotten about you?”

My favorite song.

The scenery outside was nothing out of ordinary, nothing new. It had been 2 months since I came back after years of living in the capital but everything/everyone seemed to stay in the same exact place. With what Wonwoo had said to me, it has always been like this.

“About you…”

I moved my attention from the windows to my lap, where Wonwoo was drawing little circles with his finger on my palm resting there. He seemed to have been enjoying the view outside while playing with our hands, another habit of Jeon Wonwoo. I found myself smiling at the sight and then I felt a weight on my shoulders, his head found the perfect place. I felt happy. Never knew before that happiness would be such an easy thing to perceive.

“When are you leaving for collage?” I asked with a small voice not wanting to spoil the moment but still curious about the answer, a little anxious even.

Wonwoo studied IT in one of the most praised universities in Germany, far away from here and with summer slowly coming to an end it meant that our days together were also expiring.

“In 20 days.” he answered and I felt a needles in my stomach. Well, good things don’t last forever, I should have learned my lesson already. “During my first year all I could think about was how bad I wanted to come back here. I will never get used to the gloomy streets or the cold weather. People my age, everyone young have already left this town and that’s why I was surprised to see you that day, outside the grocery store.”

Oh.

‘Do you listen to rock’

I took a deep breath.

“I decided to take a gap year” I said avoiding his eyes. “that’s why I came here. My therapist suggested it, architecture wasn’t working out that well for me and some other things happened. Since my dad’s rich and I own a house near the beach I thought about giving it a try.” Wonwoo was still drawing the imaginary circles and I got brave enough to look at him again only to get caught with the most serene and gentle stare, full of interest and affection and my heart started its natural dancing under his gaze. “I’m glad I did. ” I admitted.

I wanted to hold his hand so bad.

“Thank you, April.” he whispered and as if reading my mind, he intertwined our fingers together, with so much delicacy. The needless in my stomach turned into thousands of butterflies. “Thank you for coming back.”

I should have been the one thanking him but instead I just held his hand a little bit tighter.

Wonwoo smiled and got a little closer, head rested again on my shoulder.

20 days, i thought. 20 days of heaven with Jeon Wonwoo.

[asordinaryppl]

A3! Seasonal Event - Anniversary Game: Epilogue - Support, and be supported

Azami: …

Izumi: What’s wrong, Azami-kun? Are you not hungry?

Azami: Nah, I’m starving, but… Why did we come to a ramen shop?

Izumi: Kumon-kun said this place had limited time curry ramen the other day.

Izumi: I was really curious about it, and since everyone said they’re hungry, I thought it was the perfect chance!

Azami: (So that’s what Kumon was talking about…)

Azuma: I’ve been meaning to come here ever since Azami uploaded an Inste story showing off the beauty ramen. 

Tsuzuru: The ramen here does have high-quality collagen. 

Chikage: So, which one do you recommend, Azami? 

Azami: ... The chicken salt lemon ramen. 

Chikage: That so? Then, I’ll have a limited time curry ramen, make it extra spicy. 

Azami: You had that set from the beginning, didn’t you! 

Azuma: Then, Azami, you'll have the chicken salt lemon ramen? 

Azami: No, I’ll have... 

Kumon: Tonkotsu chashu! 

Azami: You guessed that right. 

Kumon: It’s also what I want to eat when I’m super hungry. I’ll have the same!

Izumi: Have you all decided on your orders, then? 

Tsuzuru: Uh, Mikage-san's slumped over the table, lookin’ like he’ll fall asleep any time now... 

Hisoka: *mumble, mumble*... 

Izumi: You’re right. I already gave him all the marshmallows Homare-san gave me, so I don’t know how to wake him up...  

Hisoka: Marshmallow...? 

Azuma: Looks like that woke him right up. 

Kumon: Hisoka-san, we’re not having marshmallows today, we’re having ramen! 

Hisoka: Marshmallow ramen... I’d eat that... 

- 

Kumon: Thanks for the meal! 

Izumi: Now then, I should pay the bill... 

Azami: Wait a moment. 

Izumi: What’s wrong, Azami-kun? Are you still hungry? 

Azami: It’s not that. 

Azami: ... Um. Thanks for indulging my impossible requests during this event. 

Azami: I can’t do much to thank you, so I’ll pay... 

Hisoka: What was the impossible request again? 

Kumon: Ah, maybe taking care of our skin before bed? Or keeping our sleeping schedules right? 

Tsuzuru: But he always talks about those, doesn’t he? 

Chikage: And his lectures always increase when a performance is drawing near. 

Hisoka: He tells me to take care of my skin before sleeping, even when I don’t have a performance any time soon. 

Azami: And no matter how many times I tell you, you still sleep without doing anything. 

Azuma: Fufu. I don’t think this is what Azami is talking about. 

Izumi: You’re talking about all the suggestions you made and the announcement of the event, aren’t you, Azami-kun? 

Tsuzuru: I was able to do lots of things for that, and I had fun with it. 

Hisoka: Yeah. And I think the customers’ response to the event announcement was good. 

Chikage: We were able to make an impact, and showcasing the difference between red and blue felt good.

Azami: That so... Okay, then... 

Kumon: Hehe, just like I told you! Everyone did it ‘cause they wanted to, and no one felt like they were being forced to do it. 

Azami: ... Right. 

Azami: (In the end, I’m still just relying on everyone...) 

Izumi: By the way, one of the staff at Chess Garden, Iwakami-kun, is Azami-kun and Kumon-kun's junior at school, right? 

Azami: Yeah, he’s a first year. 

Chikage: Heeh, what a coincidence. 

Hisoka: That’s why you seemed to get along so well. 

Kumon: Yuppers! Azami’s a great senior! 

Azuma: That he is. Even those of us who didn’t know the entire situation could see how much that boy admires Azami. 

Azami: I wouldn’t say we know each other that well, though. 

Chikage: Well then, I think we should start getting ready to leave. 

Azami: Ah, I haven’t paid yet... 

Azuma: Don’t worry. We did that already. 

Azami: Huh, when did you... Wait, why are you treating me? 

Tsuzuru: So slick… Just what I’d expect of you two.

- 

[Page turning] 

Azami: ... 

Sakyo: You’re still reading the book even though the event’s over. 

Azami: Shut up. I can do whatever I want. 

Sakyo: It ain’t like I’m telling you to not read it. 

Sakyo: But you’re probably tired today, shouldn’t you go to bed early? 

Azami: I don’t need you to tell me that... 

Sakyo: I heard from the Director that the event was a big success this time around. 

Azami: ... Guess so. I think I learned lots from it. 

Azami: And... I think I’m startin’ to get how fun chess is as I read this book... 

Azami: I kinda... wanna start playin’ chess... properly... 

Sakyo: How about I teach you the basics next time, then? I ain’t gonna hold back, though. 

Azami: Mmm... 

Sakyo: Bon? 

Azami: Zzz... Zzz... 

Sakyo: ... Did you fall asleep? 

Sakyo: Sheesh, I hear you’ve been doing well at events, but you’re still a brat through and through. 

Sakyo: Ah well, I’ll just carry you to bed. 

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[yae-energy]

╰┈─✩ ˚ ‧ random thoughts : 2 ‧ ˚

✧˖° synopsis : more random hc’s cause why not (the manga is crushing my soul)

✧˖° cast and crew : yuta okkotsu, maki zenin

.ᐟ content warnings : cursing (cause when am i not)

⤑ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ authors note : idk yall i just wanted to post 😭 i got at least 3 more ideas i wanna do.

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yuta <3

- really good at math for absolutely no reason at all, mental math specifically cause istg this man is like a fucking calculator

- was a nightcore kid (BADDDDDDDLYYY)

- used to be a really big harry potter fan for a while

- loves musicals. like, LOVES musicals

- will say a lot of stuff ironically to the point where it actually becomes unironic and it annoys everybody to hell and back. but he genuinely cannot stop 😭

- vocal stims with the most annoying tiktok audios

- loves carrots and hummus and doesn’t like celery

- he love’s halloween and always matches costumes with inumaki

- his biggest pet peeves are gum popping and squeaky noises. like he will genuinely get so pissed off if he hears either of those things

- is really good at board games & card games, like he’ll really whoop your ass in some uno tbh (which is why no one plays with him) and pls don’t let him get his hands on them draw 4’s or it’s absolutely over for everybody. (and it’s even worse if they’re playing train. like he loses friends afterwards)

*before each turn he’s like “😬 sorry guyssss” (he’s in fact, not sorry)

*also is unnecessarily good at monopoly, like he racks up all the properties so quickly and everyone always thinks he’s cheating

- has really bad eczema (mainly gets it on his neck and it’s reallyyyyyy bad in the winter)

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maki <3

- lactose (and still consumes dairy but like…at what cost girlie ☹️)

*also has horrible indigestion

- likes strawberries but hates strawberry flavored things. do NOT give her no strawberry flavored NOTHING or she will fight you

- is a sparkling water enjoyer (inumaki and panda clown her for this everyday and have been since they met her)

- doesn’t like bananas, she has a visceral HATRED for them i tell you. nobody knows why either but that’s just the way it is.

- COFFEE LOVERRRR (loads that shit up with creamer and sugar)

- loves doing crossword puzzles (and puzzles in general)

- really good at chess and ESPECIALLY checkers (she’s just really good at most games tbh, she doesn’t know how either)

- her glasses are always dirty LMAO (same girlie, same)

- really likes baseball, like really really likes it 😭

- adding onto the coffee one: she is an ice coffee FANN. everytime she’s mad one of the second years brings her an iced coffee and she’s completely ok again.

- she’s a dnd girlieeee !!! and she plays with yuta and inumaki when they all have time

- hates reading anything because she just doesn’t feel like it (and she’s impatient) so she gets yuta to read it for her 😭

- is one of those people where if you ask her to do something she’ll instantly say no but do it anyways 💀

- really good at mimicking people’s voices and copying signatures (like it’s actually terrifying)

⤑ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ tags : @morosis-haze @jogeto @mypimpademia @zairene @planetlunaa @cosmiles @milesmolasses @chinieh @romiantic @stqrriichiigo

if you wish to be tagged in any future works, here’s my tag form to fill out <33

if you wish to submit a request, here’s my ask box :)

⤑ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ closing notes : took wayyyyy longer than i needed to finish this ! (just the life of being an adhd girlie 😋‼️) but pt.2 to this will come out shortly

also notice how i cannot SHUT THE FUCKKK up about these two like they did NOT need to be this long, do i care though? not really !!

now i’m onto these fuck ass tags 🙄

anyhow, love y’all 🫶🏽

update as of posting : it did take me over a month to post this i won’t lie…mb 😭

- xoxo, yves <3

[rriavian]

You mentioned in a recent ask how one of the things you loved about Corintheus is the balance of the ship. Could you tell me more about this? It's something I've never really associated with Corintheus and I'd love to know more.

Thank you for the ask! Sorry it took so long to answer—I ended up writing far too much and had to wrangle it into something shorter. Also (as a general disclaimer) this is based on the show rather than the comics. When engaging with Corintheus as a ship I can definitely see why the idea of balance might not be something you’ve come across before!

I suppose the personal answer is that (for me) balance is what makes a ship fun.

I don’t think either of the two would be satisfied by someone who doesn’t match them, and as a reader/writer I’m not satisfied by that either.

I’ve answered a couple of asks about power dynamics and how I like to balance them (original here, part two here), but there are also other ways in which balance can be found within relationship dynamics. It doesn’t necessarily have to be about physical strength/power. In many ways I write Corintheus as a negotiation of balance, (though of course the Corinthian is going for dominance most of the time). In canon we see him fighting for agency, fighting for freedom from Dream and all of his rules, and to me that’s an attempt to balance the scales.

There’s an obvious, and unavoidable, power difference that impacts the relationship but there's also a hierarchical difference, further complicated by the creator/creation dynamic. In many ways Dream is always going to hold all the cards. But that’s a character quality not a relationship one (most characters interacting with Dream also face it) and, again, it’s what the Corinthian spent all of season one seeking to counteract.

So I don’t think he would want to stay in a relationship where he had no power…not when a lack of agency was why he rebelled in the first place.

But I also don’t think Dream is really the sort to use brutal (clumsy) shows of power in a relationship context. As the Corinthian’s king and creator, sure, Dream will be absolutely merciless when he needs to remind his creation of the rules. There’s a line though (exceptions made for fun little roleplays perhaps, but even then Dream is going to be far more careful with the Corinthian than the Corinthian would be with him).

A common theme in my writing is the Corinthian trying to push past his own limitations to balance the field with Dream, and Dream, in turn, allows him to choose the game they play but he doesn’t necessarily makes himself ‘weaker’. He sees it more as ensuring an interesting game of chess ;)

Of course this could just be me wrangling these dynamics to make it personally satisfying, but I always draw my characterisation from canon.

Even when provoked Dream rarely attacks with the full limit of his power, remains incredibly well controlled, pitches the exact amount of force required. To use one of my favourite examples—and also one where traditional ‘power’ isn’t what makes the difference—Dream does this against Lucifer. One could add that this is especially intricate as he takes what I write as the Corinthian’s usual place in this scenario; except here the obviously stronger opponent also sets the game, Lucifer can't quite commit to leveling the playing field, and yet Dream proves he knows exactly how to play because he still wins. Which is one of the things that makes his relationship with Lucifer so interesting.

The scenario in hell is a nice example of how balance isn’t guaranteed by giving one character a power boost, nor is it lost if one character is ‘weaker’ than the other. Lucifer was objectively where the power scale tipped, and yet I don’t think anyone who watched that scene could really say that Lucifer came out the victor. It’s a perfect illustration of how Dream sees/uses power, how he can manipulate an external perception of it.

(Not just the characters around him, but us as viewers, which is again something I’ve brought up before).

Ok so there was a whole point here about the Corinthian and Lucifer but it’s not really relevant (and I’ve already gone a little off topic!!) so I’m moving on…

So. If ‘power’ doesn’t always matter…where is the balance?

The Corinthian is intelligent, a hunter, made to be patient and calculating, and he has the sheer gall to use that against Dream. Yeah season one was mostly running, but when he stands his ground the Corinthian stands and fights. He pushes back—looks so personally hurt by Dream as he does so—and extrapolating that development into other scenarios is what started my Corintheus journey haha. I think those attributes—the stubbornness, the perhaps overabundance of intensity that is quite inhuman—are shared.

They are both nightmares: that part of Dream finds someone who can take it (and vice versa). It can be played out in a way that is healthy for them both. 

I think that’s what so often goes wrong with Dream in his canon relationships—he’s too much for those who’ve tried. I think I briefly referred to this in another ask. But anyway! When the Corinthian wants something he goes all in to get it; his freedom in the waking world, his refusal to deny himself, ravenous to taste it all. Applied to Dream himself it’s balance because of how intense Dream also is. I think Dream is insanely attracted to that—the attempt of it, the eternal dance of it—he doesn’t want to be forced into a box, he wants someone to meet him where he is and still he knows that doing so will be a constant fight.

This idea is a theme in Baiting the Trap, though the Corinthian is only starting to become aware of it.

It’s the Corinthian’s nature as a ‘dark mirror’, because a reflection is a thing of balance. He brings out the dark urges, the selfish ones, speaks to the nightmare in Dream that isn’t evil but can be misunderstood to be so. Nightmares are a big part of Dream that I don’t think many characters within the narrative accept, or see as a good thing, but it’s not a part of him that should change. I think the Corinthian can draw that out and play with it.

They can do all sorts of fucked up/imaginative things with each other as outlets for a shared nightmarish nature, finding pleasure in what others might balk at.

The Corinthian objects to Dream’s rules, to a perceived lack of agency, but still thinks he’s doing what he’s made for. He has a differing philosophy in how he wants to be a nightmare in the waking world. This desire for freedom/agency is another balancing tool—it challenges Dream’s duty (and what that makes the Corinthian’s duty)—giving Dream a stage to reaffirm/explore that part of himself. While giving Dream a forum to challenge right back so that the Corinthian can reaffirm/explore the same thing.

In the weirdest of ways, Dream is complimented by a partner who is both a subject of his kingdom and a sceptic of it. The Corinthian understands, is just as inhuman as Dream is, but shows utter disdain right to his face—doesn’t put role and duty first—is selfish enough to want just him and fuck everything else. 

The scene at the Convention was what inspired me to write for Corintheus. Mostly because of how it was framed. As opposed to the meeting in ep one it’s a very different set up and that’s not really because of Rose. 

If anything the presence of a vortex should mean Dream zooms his way through this like ‘yeah that’s nice, but turn into sand now’ but instead he takes his time. He talks it out. They both have one half of the stage, opposite sides, opposite colour palettes, but there’s no game. They are both honest. It’s raw and real. And though it still ends in an unmaking it’s a very complex encounter. Yes it has the threat of duty hanging over it, but Dream is very clearly affected in a way he wasn’t when he punished Gault. 

Wow this is getting long. This is so complex for me that I’ve written over 100k about it. I hope this makes sense though! 

The Corinthian gets to push the boundaries with Dream, to do what he’d never thought he could, what he could never do to anyone else. In the waking he finds victims not equals, those he’s supposed to teach, to prey on but who he can never fully let loose on. No worthy opponent (no worthy lover). But Dream can be fought forever, is an incredibly powerful being that can be enjoyed past the limit, and oh does the predator in the Corinthian enjoy that. It’s the right kind of bittersweet because victory is impossible sure (balance in that too!) but there’s fun in it.

The sort that suits two immortal beings. It’s a meal that the Corinthian can never finish. It’s balance because he is never going to stop, and Dream is never going to move an inch.

It’s insatiable appetite vs an infinite feast.

[targwh0re]

My Boyfriends Predicts each Game of Thrones Season Finale pt.3

A/N: My man get back from his cruise tomorrowww!!! Then it’s on to season 4! Also he told his his dads favorite episode is the red wedding 😭😭😭 my baby don’t know what that is and was like “yeah I can’t wait to watch that episode then” 🤦‍♀️

- Catelyn will stay prisoner for a little while longer until Robb finds out the Kingslayer is back in custody and…idk

- Robb is gonna go talk to what’s his face (Walder Frey) and get the other half of his army and march on Lannister Land [ohhhhh😬; if only that’s how this show worked]

- Jon is either gonna link up with his buddies and escape or march on the wall and be like “I’m free now”[He said if I was him I wouldn’t want to be any part of that march between five different people]

- Sansa might go back and hang out with her old lady friend at some point, he thinks she also want to get the fuck out of there. But isn’t she about to be betrothed to what’s-his-face? (Loras). Sansa will either do that or the queen will Marry Loras and maybe she’ll go with little finger. Who’s this bitch gettin married to?🤔 [Lmao kinda but we take the long route😂]

- Arya will get dropped at Riverrun until her mom and Robb come to pick her up (probably get bullied a bit along the way) [baby have you learned nothing smh 🤦‍♀️ ]

- Jamie, things are starting to look up for him. That guy might return Jamie for money. And he thinks someone’s gonna try to rape Brienne again (she’s gonna beat the shit out of them) [I don’t care what anyone as to say to me, I will die on the Jamie/Brienne ship]

- Cersei is probably gonna have Ser Loras killed that way she doesn’t have to marry him. [only in her dreams;for now🔥]

- Joffrey is gonna go, closer, like more and more insane. But at the same time he’s going to be controlled by his new wife. Joffrey is, uh…let’s see…idk

- Margaery is doing really good. She manipulating Joffrey real good with that crossbow scene 😏 you know you like to kill people 💀

- Tywin is gonna bonk his two kids on the head when they don’t marry the people they’re supposed to fuck…i mean marry. And he’s going to assume the more political side of the Kings job, likes he’s just going to be doing the kings political shit

- Tyrion, I think bro is actually going to like fumble to kingdoms bag. Like he’s gonna drop a bag of money in the street and make some poor kid rich. He’s not gonna marry Sansa. He’s gonna be like no dad, I’m gonna marry this woman

- Loras should pick correctly🤦 careful who you pick [😂😂😂]

- And the old lady (Olenna) lit [Same, she my fav💅]

- Dany is coming back with a vengeance. She’s got an army, three dragons, and she’s gaining army’s as she conquers city’s. So, yeah… she’s winning in this game of chess [from a certain standpoint I suppose]

- Sam, bro might get fucking murdered. He might find Jon and be like “Buddy?!” And Jon gonna be like fuck they’re gonna make me kill him… [I swear to god this boy is always thinking Sam is going to die, like let that man live in as much peace as he can find]

Add on after episode 6 bc I forgot…🫢

- Bran is gonna go to the wall and be like 😱😱where’s Jon?!?! But Jon’s gonna be out there with the bad guys, doing bad guy things like climbing the wall. And Brans gonna grow up and be big boy and control his wolf through his eyeballs… in his wheelchair ( someone’s gonna get that man a wheelchair) [he not wrong about the wheelchair]

- Theon, bro’s gonna die 💀 though he deserves it [Nah not death, though I’d argue what he went through might have been worse…]

Afterthoughts:

Shit is crazyyyyy but good

Same as alwayssss…Dany is a Goddess 👑 and Joffrey is a Joke 🃏

[iheartchv]

Hey I was hoping I could get a cod matchup? Sorry in advance for the yapping

Umm as for appearance I am 5’4” in my early twenties. I have layered curly brown hair that comes to just above my shoulder, blue eyes, freckles pale as hell, a few scars here and there that I’m kinda proud of (from various causes) I don’t really have a specific style it can range from a tank top and sweats to t-shirt and jeans or something completely wild, color coded decked out in jewelry, skirts, layers the whole bit. Relatively active build, used to be a gymnast until an injury now I just workout twice a week w a friend. Interests; I like movies top five rn probably Scream (1996), Spiderverse, 10 things I hate about you, the last unicorn, Dead poets society, +Star Wars cause I can’t leave it out. I like playing chess every now and then, I’d say I’m pretty good but I still have a ways to go. I’m also an artist, and I like music I can’t do anything music related I just like listening to it, all kinds. I like baking when I’m stressed, typically cookies during finals week at 2 am. My future prospects, or at least what they are currently, is just going to law school, after that I’m not really sure, I’ve thought ab going the military route, both of my parents served/are serving, so I’ve thought ab the possibility of being a military JAG or something in Intel, but I’m still feeling for it, I mostly like law cause I’m pretty good at it and I like knowing more than people. I’m Bi so my taste in Men/Women varies. As much as I’d like to say I don’t have a type, hot people are hot, there have been patterns in the past few fictional guys. Tbh my taste in men is shit, like I don’t have daddy issues, I have a great relationship with him, but my past fictional crushes say other wise. But basically, capability is HOT, if they’re good at something to the point of mastering it I’m entranced. Women are just pretty, there’s not much there. I’m relatively paranoid, even describing myself like this online is strange, I think it’s just growing up around military but I’m typically just cautious. That and trust issues. I’ve done some martial arts/self defense and I think sparring is really fun I just need someone to teach me. Also I am a huge simp (with shit taste as my friends say) I’m an ambiavert, so I like to be pretty adaptable depending on who I’m around. I’m also German/American but definitely more American than anything else, I ‘grew up’ in south Germany and we still have family there but since we moved here I’ve forgotten most of  the language. JFC in hindsight I am SO SORRY about all this I got carried away. I hope it didn’t come across as self absorbed 😭😅 thanks 

Sorry again 

🤔 I'll pair you with...

Captain John Price 🚬

Price might be the one to fall for you

If you ever decide/decided to join the military, him and Laswell will look through files and find you

He can't help but feel that you would bring something to the table

Recruiting you, along with many others, he'd be watching you

Through the tests, he'd be silently hoping you'd pass

When he asks to see you, you think you've done something wrong

Instead he just tells you that you've done a good job with all the training and tests he's put you through

"I admit, I thought you would call it quits anytime soon... but... you're determination surprised me."

"You've got guts, spirit. I like that"

He wants to take you under his wing and train you

He was right about you; there was something special there

Though he didn't know just how special you would be to him later on 🤭

After many months and near death experiences later, he'd come to realize he cares about you... a lot

💞

When off duty, he will take you somewhere to talk

Price doesn't play games, you know that

So... he tells you that he really likes you

All this time he'd spent getting to know you, he felt something he hadn't in a long time

One time, when he looked like he was about to fall asleep he was surprised that you showed so much concern for him; You wanted to do something, anything, for him

His hand gently held yours, showing how gentle he can be

"If you'll have me, love, I can make you happy... even if it takes my whole life to"

[siriuslysatorusimping]

Kiko’s Original work: meet some characters

Hiiiiii, I’m in a mood to think about my original work 😅 So, I decided to do a lil post talking about some of the characters! (This story is still very much a WIP, but I do hope to publish it someday.)

I would love your thoughts and feedback!! And I would also love to answer any questions you have 😊

Aeran

Aeran is an element user, specifically an Ice User. Meaning he can control manipulate and, on a small level, manifest ice. He was born and raised in the Heims region, which is known for its almost year-long winter. As an Ice User, his natural body temperature is slightly below the average human, meaning he’s almost always cold.

We first meet Aeran in the prologue of the story, when he is five years old. The story then jumps to “present” day, almost twenty years later, when he is twenty four.

Aeran is someone who grew up believing in the myths and legends he heard, knowing they had to be real because he was. Not to mention that he met a living legend alone on the street as a child, which he knows was real because it left him with a scarf that is perpetually warm and never loses the scent of wildflowers. Something he somehow knows even though he’s never seen the flowers associated with the smell. (Spoiler: the scarf is enchanted.)

Aeran is also one of our narrators.

I mentioned in a recent post about narrators that Aeran is a bit of an unreliable narrator. The reason for this is that he doesn’t know the details. He’s learning a lot of new information and struggling to keep up, especially since this information is contradicting what he’s believed most of his life.

He has a crush on Aleva.

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“We know the Ejdirla is here!” The ghulruh’s voice echoed off the surrounding buildings once again, forcing Aeran back into the present. “Where is the Ejdirla Kan?”

Furrowing his brow as the ghulruh spoke, he couldn’t hide his confusion. He’d never heard Dragon Breaths called that before. The legends never called them that.

In his distraction, Aeran hadn’t realized the ghulruh was moving towards him again, bringing the spear head down and shattering his shield easily.

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Aleva

Aleva is an Ejdirla Kan, a descendent of a human who was blessed with the breath of the dragons during the Great War. As an Ejdirla Kan, she houses the soul of the dragon who swore an oath with her grandfather. She was born in the region of Canavarların Yenı, the birthplace of the ancient dragons.

She is the first and last of her kind. The first Ejdirla Kan born, the last alive.

We first meet Aleva in the prologue, when she is on her way to meet with an unspecified individual, and she meets Aeran as a child. Her age is never specified, beyond the fact that she is well over four hundred years old by “present” day.

She is fiercely protective of those she cares about, to the point that she does not value her own life.

She and Pietro are former lovers, and both enjoy the game of chess, which she taught him to play.

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“It will- control you,” he murmured, the fire in his eyes dimming with each moment that passed. “Don’t let- the anger, don’t let vengeance fuel you. Promise me.”

Staring into her grandfather’s dimming eyes, she felt her head nod, pulling another smile onto his face as he stared up at her. Mixed with her sobs, she heard words falling from her lips, but couldn’t comprehend them. Somewhere between begging him to stay and wanting nothing more than to die with him.

Watching as the fire went out, her scream of pure grief almost drowned out the sound of his fading voice as he spoke his last words.

“Live,” he whispered, his hand going slack. “Live, rühl alev.”

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Pietro

Pietro is a magic user with an affinity for lightning, and violence. He and his twin sister, Willa, were born in the region of Liniște. They were orphaned at the age of nine when their parents were burned at the stake for practicing witchcraft. While he had natural talent, the need to survive, and his desire for revenge, pushed him to master magics that took most other magic users decades to learn by the time he was eighteen.

We first meet Pietro when he intercepts Aleva and Aeran on their way to the Heims capital. However, he is referenced by Aleva in previous chapters. In “present” day, he is almost three hundred years old.

He enjoys chess because it helps him gather his thoughts. His favorite opponent is Aleva even though most of their games end in a stalemate.

Pietro is the only magic user in history to have successfully channeled Abeyance magic, which he achieved in his quest to resurrect his parents. His attempt ended in failure, and almost cost him his life.

He is in love with Aleva, though he ended their relationship after an argument because he felt she didn’t trust him enough to communicate with him. However, he has remained firm that he will always be there when she needs his help, whether she wants it or not.

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“I love you, Eva,” he stated firmly. A strange clarity overtook him as he spoke, watching her eyes dim. “But I need you to love me back. I can’t take any more of these vague answers or secrets. I deserve better than that.”

His words caused her to snap her mouth shut, blinking furiously as she clearly tried to force the tears away. He stared down at her, unblinking, as she opened and closed her mouth repeatedly.

He had waited almost two centuries. It was time to accept it.

She would never be able to love him. At least, not the way he loved her.

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Willa

Willa is a magic user with an affinity for healing. Like her parents, she was sentenced to be burned at the stake for practicing witchcraft when she was eighteen, which drew the attention of Aleva who was passing through the area. She was saved from the brink of death by Aleva, who then burned the entire village to the ground in a mindless rage.

We first meet Willa when she heals Aeran after he is almost killed. As she is Pietro’s twin, she is also almost three hundred years old.

She owns an apothecary shop in the capital of Heims, which she received as a wedding present from her husband, Nedim.

When she settled in Heims with Nedim, she and Pietro helped establish the shuttle system still used today.

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Dropping the pestle, she turned and glanced into the storage room in search of him.

“Out!” she barked at the blur she knew was her brother. “Get out from behind there!” His answering laugh brought a reluctant smile onto her face even as annoyance bubbled to the surface again. He knew he wasn’t to meddle in her supplies. “Pietro!” she snapped, waving her hand so the few books that had fallen moved back into place.

“I haven’t touched anything!” he called, still not in sight. “You have my word.”

“Your word is worth cacat, you swine!” she spat back, earning another laugh from him. If you break anything, I’ll-

He appeared in front of her again, dropping a book into her hands. The smirk on his face prompted an eye roll and she turned away, muttering under her breath as she flipped through the book absently.

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