#i got to see this in person and it will forever be one of my most treasured memories

[lvnleah]

Hello , i wanted to request a lia walti one, it is basically awfc x teen reader , please ignore if you don't writer her .

May I request an awfc x teen!walti reader who is much younger than lia and is almost the opposite of lia. She is a pest to her sister but lia adores her anyway , she is destined to be the next star girl of the Swiss team and woso in general and joins awfc and the team gets to know the young walti is very different from her sister almost as menace as Kyra and they become very good friends with all the youngsters and well more headache for awf team and captain Kimmy and her older sister lia herself but they adore her .. thank you

double trouble | lia wälti.

thank you for this request! :)

Joining Arsenal was a dream come true, but it was also the worst nightmare for one person in particular. Your big sister, Lia.

At 21, you were already being hailed as Switzerland’s next big star. On the pitch, your technical ability and football IQ were undeniable. But off the pitch?

You were a menace. A lovable, chaotic, ADHD-driven menace.

Lia had spent your entire childhood keeping you in check, and now, thanks to Arsenal, she had to do it all the time.

The warning came before you even stepped foot in the training ground.

“Y/N, I’m serious,” Lia said as she drove you to your first session. “No pranks. No messing around. You want to make a good impression, right?”

You turned to her with your best innocent face. “Lia, come on, you act like I’m some kind of—”

Lia scoffed as she cut you off, “You hid my boots in the freezer before an international match.”

“…Okay, but that was funny.”

“No, it wasn’t.”

“It kind of was.”

Lia let out a long, tired sigh. “Just please try to act professional, yeah? I want this to work for you.”

You lasted maybe ten minutes.

The first training session went as expected, meaning you caused absolute chaos. The moment you walked into the dressing room, Beth slung an arm around your shoulder. “The little Walti! We’ve heard so much about you.”

“Aww has Lia been singing my praises?” You asked with a cheeky smirk, “Lia, you really don’t have to!”

Lia rolled her eyes as she set her bag down, “Trust me I have not been singing your praises. I’ve been warning them.”

You gasped, “Warning them about your own baby sister? I’m heartbroken! What have you been seeing?” 

Kim rolled her eyes from beside Beth, “Enough to know you’re a little troublemaker.”

You grinned. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

The team wasn’t buying your innocent act for a second. Lotte raised a sceptical eyebrow as she laced up her boots. “Yeah, sure. You and trouble? Completely unrelated.”

Katie, who had been watching with amusement, leaned in. “I like her. She’s got that little shit energy.”

Lia groaned. “Please, don’t encourage her.”

That was when Kyra walked in.

You didn’t know who she was at first, but the second she spotted you, her face lit up. “No fucking way. You’re the other menace? Sick!”

Lia’s head hit the locker with a soft thud. “Oh no. No, no, no. This cannot be happening.”

You turned to Kyra, eyebrows raised in confusion, “Other menace? What’s that supposed to mean?”

Kyra grinned, slinging an arm around your shoulders like she’d known you forever. “Means we’re about to be best friends. I’ve been carrying the chaos around here all on my own,” She smirked at Lia. “Now I’ve got backup.”

Lia groaned again, already regretting every life choice that led to this moment. “I give it a week before one of you gets banned from the training ground.”

Beth snorted. “A week? You’re optimistic.”

You turned to Kyra, grinning. “So what’s the worst thing you’ve done here so far?”

Kyra looked thoughtful for a moment before smirking. “Let’s just say Jonas doesn’t leave his office door unlocked anymore.”

Your eyes widened with admiration. “Oh, I like you.”

Lia looked absolutely horrified. “I hate this. I hate everything about this.”

Kyra shot a look at Lia, then she turned back to you with a smirk. “I think we’re gonna be best friends.”

The room collectively groaned.

“Nope,” Beth said immediately, pointing a warning finger at both of you. “Absolutely not.”

Steph shook her head. “This is a disaster waiting to happen.”

Lia looked like she was having a crisis. “You guys were supposed to keep them apart!”

“Oh, come on. I’m actually very responsible.” Kyra smirked

“Kyra, you stole Jonas’ tactics board last week.”

Kyra scoffed. “It was an accident.”

“You wrote ‘Kyra’s Master Plan’ on it.” Steph reminded her, “The plan was to just kick everyone or egg them…”

“…Okay, maybe not an accident.”

You burst out laughing. “I knew I liked you.”

Kyra grinned. “We’re gonna have so much fun.”

Lia turned to Kim. “I need a transfer.”

Kim patted her on the shoulder. “Too late, Wally.”

The rest of the team was already exchanging wary glances. They had survived Kyra. They had survived you. But the two of you together?

They might not make it out alive and that was proved over the next few weeks. 

It started small.

Little things.

A missing boot here, a mysteriously locked physio room there. The occasional mysteriously swapped training bibs that had everyone confused about which team they were on during drills.

Harmless.

Mostly.

Lia had been watching. She always did, with that big-sister sense that had kept you in check (or tried to) for years. She saw the way you and Kyra exchanged glances after Jonas called for a tactical review. The way Beth’s locker mysteriously refused to open one morning. The way the team chat suddenly blew up with debates over whether a ghost haunted the gym after the lights flickered for two nights in a row.

Lia knew.

But the final straw came when Leah stormed into training one morning, face red with frustration with her boots in her hands. 

“You two,” she said, voice dangerously calm, “Did you two little shits pit googly eyes on my boots?”

Silence.

Leah held the pair out, each one sporting a pair of wide, cartoonishly oversized eyes that wobbled slightly in the wind.

Lia didn’t even look at you first. She looked at Kyra.

Then you.

Then back at Kyra.

Leah exhaled sharply, muttering something under her breath before rubbing her temples. “I don’t even know why I bother.”

You were doing a terrible job at keeping a straight face. So was Kyra. Katie was openly laughing, and Beth had turned away, shaking with silent giggles.

“We tried to stop them,” Vic deadpanned.

“No, you didn’t,” Lia accused.

“No, we didn’t,” Vic admitted.

Leah pinched the bridge of his nose and turned back to you and Kyra. “You’re running extra laps.”

Kyra groaned. “But—”

“Now.”

Lia, arms crossed, watched you go with the weight of a thousand exhausted big sister sighs.

“I told you this would happen,” she muttered.

Beth clapped her on the back. “Cheer up, Wally. At least they’re funny.”

Lia did not find it funny. Not when you and Kyra turned your extra laps into pretending to be Olympic sprinters. Not when Kyra fake-tripped and rolled halfway down the pitch like a footballer diving for a penalty. Not when you did the world's worst cartwheel in an attempt to "make training more fun."

But if the team thought googly eyes were the worst of your antics, they had another thing coming.

[cybrasigilism]

hi, as an alphabet lover your work is just yum. i was hoping i could request a nsfw alphabet for inho/frontman?

Thank you!

heyyy! omg thank you so much :) i’m forever honoured at how many of you guys adore my writing, i’m working hard for you all lovelies 💋

apologies for the delay on the request! i hope the wait was worth it 😅

NSFW Alphabet with Player 001/Frontman (Hwang In-ho)

warnings: smut | not proofread | lowercase intended | this is my interpretation of the character, please be respectful even if my opinions on the character differ from your own

character: hwang in-ho (player 001/frontman)

A/N: i hope i can sufficiently portray this diva well! i see so much content for him and i’m just praying i can do such a beloved character justice! hope you enjoy :)

MDNI! 18+ content beneath the cut, reader’s discretion is advised

A= Aftercare what they’re like after sex

➢ in-ho is very attentive in aftercare. he will be completely at your service; whatever you need, consider it done. think of it as his own way of thanking you for sharing yourself with him in such a special way

B= Body Part their favourite body part of theirs + of their partners

➣ to say there’s a part of in-ho’s own body he didn’t admire would be a straight up falsehood. that man has worked hard shaping who he is in the physical sense, i have a hard time feeling like he doesn’t try to subtly check himself out in a reflective surface when he passes it by. as for you, he loves your hands, says it’s because they’re very soft and delicate

C= Cum anything to do with cum, really

➢ likes it when you cockwarm him for a bit after he cums inside you

D= Dirty Secret a dirty secret of theirs, woah shocking

➣ really likes when you call him “sir”, or “master” if you are being particularly rough

E= Experience how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing? etc.

➢ he’s got a fair amount of experience, i mean are we surprised. don’t let this fool you though, he isn’t some majestic sex god, he will ask that you show him “how you like it” the first time you guys sleep together

F= Favourite Position this one speaks for itself

➣ any position where you’re under him is a personal favourite of in-ho’s— he won’t say no to having you in his lap from time to time, though

G= Goofy are they more serious or humorous in the moment?

➢ i’m so sorry but i cannot see him being anything but 100% laser focused on the task at hand when you have sex. he’s serious for sure, no jokes to be found with this guy

I= Intimacy how are they in the moment, the romantic aspect?

➣ i feel like he’s quite emotionally constipated when it comes to intimacy, so he may be a bit too serious for the first little while— you definitely have to show him that he’s safe expressing his feelings for you when you two are together

J= Jack Off masturbation headcanons

➢ phone sex goes crazy with in-ho. you gotta do what you gotta do when you miss each other so much

K= Kinks one or more of their kinks

➣ master kink blink and you’ll miss it, bondage, mask kink, claiming/possessive sex, cockwarming

L= Location their favourite place to do the do

➢ the bedroom, woah no way. specifically when your wrists are cuffed to the bedframe

M= Motivation what turns them on, gets them going

➣ cliche, but he loves when you wear lingerie. sometimes you won’t even end up taking it all off before he has you beneath him, fucking you senseless

N= No something they won’t do

➢ any kind of non-con

O= Oral their preference on giving or receiving oral, how skilled they are etc.

➣ he has no preference in giving it or getting it, but either way he will make you say “thank you, sir” for the opportunity

P= Pace are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.

➢ generally he tries to be slower with his movements, but he’ll start to care a little less if he becomes too lost in the moment

Q= Quickie their opinions on quickies, how often?

➣ you better believe he’s down for a quickie. especially if you’re wearing a particularly risqué outfit that you know drives him crazy

R= Risk how do they feel about risk, are they game to experiment?

➢ he’s down to experiment, sure. but it’s more for your sake, i’m sure he’s done plenty experimenting of his own before the two of you got together. for risk, he’s definitely more on the playing it safe side of things, but every now and again he’ll be down for a little adrenaline kick

S= Stamina how many rounds can they go for? how long can they last? etc.

➣ his stamina is quite good, he can last for 9-10 minutes per round— he can go about 2-4 rounds tops before he becomes overstimulated

T= Toys do they own any toys? do they use them on their partner?

➢ not toys so much as bondage equipment, and yes he will use it on you, only with your permission of course

U= Unfair how much do they like to tease?

➣ he won’t typically instigate teasing, but he’s very skilled at making you flustered if you feel bold enough to tease him

V= Volume how loud are they? what kind of sounds do they make? etc.

➢ he’s a bit insecure about his moans, so he’ll try to mask them. if you make a particularly lewd noise or move a certain way however, he might let a moan slip. as for things he’ll say to you, he’s one to praise you for sure, talking about how good you feel and how “you’re taking me so well, good girl.”

W= Wildcard a random headcanon

➣ good girl sayings go crazy ALRIGHT WHO OPENED THE WINDOWS THE SLUTTY DRAFT IS BACK

X= X-ray what’s going on underneath those clothes?

➢ he’s got a decently muscular build, clearly put in a sheer amount of effort at the gym. he’s about 7-7 1/2” hard

Y= Yearning how high is their sex drive?

➣ i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again: the hwang brothers INVENTED yearning. as for his sex drive, if he’d really truly fiending this man will practically be on his knees for you

Z= Zzz how fast do they fall asleep after?

➢ he doesn’t. plain and simple, honestly you’re not sure you’ve seen him sleep much at all before. his sleep schedule is insane but we don’t talk about it

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[the-boring-distopia]

I love the Locked Tomb series, when the Third were introduced I was seriously thinking that the reason Ianthe was so thin and sick was prion disease. You know, from munching on people. This was one of my original headcanons, I honestly thought I was one step ahead the plot until the finale happened.

Even if it's not the case, I'm still curious how Third necromancers avoid getting it.

This is kind of a theory post but bare with me.

(cw: cannibalism, illness)

There is a prion disease called Kuru that spreads via cannibalism, especially by eating the brain. But there are other prion diseases that a person can get infected with and they spread by consumption of meat or coming into contact with an infected animal. In this post we assume that the most common of these diseases in the Locked Tomb universe would be Kuru, because of all that cannibalism, we can also assume that it can be inherited from the mother.

This would have heavy and fairly interesting social consequences on the Third:

There is not really a treatment. If you get it, you have it, forever - unless the necromancers found a solution in the last ten thousand years. But even if they did invent a cure, being a cavalier and having it is probably a career ender, because no necromancer would risk catching an illness that could destroy their brain on top of being physically weak and frail. That means that people who have it are most likely shunned or avoided, depending on how authorian Ida is the individuals might be restricted or marked in a database. It can be passed down from mother to child and the nine houses care a lot about health and genetics, it's not impossible that they might limit an individuals ability to have children if they are infected.

Prion diseases are difficult to keep track of because they have a long incubation period when the host does not experience any troubles, and then it's either long, consistent decay or instant critical condition. It's kind of like rabies in a sense that preventing it is the first line of defense. In a society where a large number of people regularly consume human tissues there are probably insane regulations. With necromancy almost being a religious ritual there is probably a body in the government that tracks cav-necro pairs and runs tests on them regularly to make sure they are healthy. Wanna go to space? Health check. You wish to join the royal guard? Health check. You just arrived from the sixth and hope to see the Idan library? You guessed it: quarantine and health check.

The main danger of prion diseases is mental decline, brain problems, memory loss, seizures and loss of motor control. Statistically a number of necromancers would get it despite the regulations, and they would experience Alzheimers like symptoms, insomnia, terrible headaches and their self-regulatory systems shutting down (no longer feeling hungry or tired because of brain damage). Human society has a terrible track record with mental illness, we did things to people in the past that are worse than death. How would a society like Ida deal with a crisis of their necromancers (and most likely their children) deteriorating into corpses? Would there be care homes? Institutions? Would they be declared a danger and "disposed of"? This would also make every necromancer from Ida suspicious to other houses where this kind of cannibalism is not common: they are a liability. Imagine the stress of being a necromancer from Ida and getting a terrible headache one morning, you feel groggy and slow, and instead of knowing this is one of those days you fear for your life because what if you somehow got infected? What if someone poisoned you? If you have political opponents, it's not even that far off. The government can probably accuse you of showing symptoms and remove you from the public eye, forever, if you speak up against them.

And as a last thing: with the risks listed, the whole thing is probably not worth it, unless Jod somehow gave them magical immunity against it. It would cost money, time, resources to test all these people when the simpler solution is just, not eating the flesh of other people? Hair and nails are probably fine, but flesh? No.

In conclusion, cannibalism is a perfect metafor for supressed lesbian yearning but from a technical standpoint it would be a pain in the ass.

[loveritas]

anypov જ cw: hints of pseudocest જ wc: 561

Caleb.

He had always been there, like your own personal shadow, a knight in shining armour you’d joke as kids. The one person who made sure you were never alone. From the moment you’d been taken in together, he’d taken you under his wing and kept you there...For protection? Perhaps, if not a little for possession...

When you were younger, he made sure no one picked on you at school. If someone so much as looked at you wrong, Caleb was there, standing just a little too close, his voice low and even as he scared them off with nothing more than a few well-placed words. You never even had to ask; he just knew when you needed him.

You never felt like you were an obligation with him, or that he was forcing himself to spend time with you. He encouraged you to take up the same hobbies, his favourite music, comics, video games, anything it was, he’d happily bond with you over it if you wanted to.

Similarly, he’d do the same for you. You’d mention something and it would stay in his brain, he’d learn all about your hobbies and fixations, just so you’d have someone to share it with. Your smile whenever he’d show interest was always worth it to him, the image framed permanently in his mind.

It was sweet, the way he was always there.

But then you got older and it didn’t stop. If anything, it got worse.

Every time you got close to someone, Caleb had something to say. A subtle comment, a warning laced with just enough truth to make you doubt. “I heard he’s a player.” - “He’ll just use you.” - “Heard some real bad things about that one.”. Sometimes he didn’t even need to say anything, just a glance, a tight-lipped expression, and suddenly, you were second-guessing everything.

And if that didn’t work? He found other ways.

He pulled you aside at a party, fingers closing a bit too firmly around your wrist as he leant down and whispered, “You're not really into him, are you?” His voice was gentle, nearly teasing, but there was something underneath. Something darker.

“You trust me, don't you?”

It was a stupid question, of course you did, you always had, probably would forever more.

You always looked up to him, he knew best and it allowed him to draw you back into the protection of his presence, allowed him to remind you—over and over—that no one would ever know you the way he did, take care of you the way he does.

As you stepped out into the evening chilly air Caleb's arm slid around your shoulders, pulling you close into his side. His warmth seeped into you, always so comforting and grounding, even now when there was a hidden undercurrent of something else

"Let's go home, parties’ not all that great-" he whispered, as he pressed a small gentle kiss to the top of your head.

It should have been nothing. A brotherly thing. A habit formed over the years.

But the way his lips lingered—just a second too long, inhaling your scent a little—had you mind racing, and a subtle warmth running along your skin.

You didn’t look up at him, too scared for what you might see in his eyes.

Or perhaps too scared it would be reflected in your eyes too.

© loveritas → do not copy or translate any of my works

[kkai-zen]

Hi! (please ignore this if you if you don’t like it) but if you feel comfortable, could you do childhood friend!ness x fem!reader. The idea is that they’re best friends but when ness joins bastard münchen he meets Kaiser (and because my entire personality is hating on him after chapter 289). He makes him isolate himself from his friends. As you can tell I want something really Angsty but with at least a happy ending. Other than what I said, you can do whatever you want with it and have a nice day. :)

hello!! thank you so much for the request, this one took me a while (ㅠ﹏ㅠ) hopefully ness isn't too ooc since i don't know him too well (guilty of being anime only lol), but i had a lot of fun planning the angst for this one and i hope you enjoy! 𓂃۶ৎ

as it was.

wc: 2.1k + childhood friend!reader x alexis ness + angst + implied happy ending + slight kaiser bashing + sfw

“Get out, you idiot!” 

Slam!

Even as a child, you’d put together the happenings of the house next door. On most nights, you could peer through the kitchen window, standing on your tippy-toes, and watch the front door of the house slam shut. If you squinted, you could see the curled figure of a boy your age hovering by its porch.

He seems so lonely like this, you tilt your head. You wonder what he’s thinking about, what his parents are like, why he lays down on the grassy lawn and draws invisible pictures in the air. 

Breath fogging the glass, you tap at the window loud enough for him to hear, and quietly trace a heart into the condensation. You can’t tell if he sees it.

“Time for bed, honey!” Your mother calls. Shooting a final, curious glance at the boy’s silhouette through your heart, you hop down the stairs to your bedroom. 

It’s only a couple days later when you see him wandering around outside again. He still looks sad, doesn’t he? You pinch your eyebrows together.

“Mama! Can I go outside ’n play?” 

“Sure, just don’t go too far!” 

And before you know it, with some child-like excitement nipping at your heels, you run up to the boy. 

“Hi! Would you like to play soccer with me?” 

His name is Alexis Ness, you learn.

He’s got a wild imagination, even for a child, yapping to you for hours about magic and illusions and now, soccer. You two would spend entire days kicking around a ratty soccer ball in the front lawn of your house, even on the scant few days Ness didn’t get kicked out of his.

Sun, wind, rain, snow—a day didn’t go by without you and Ness laughing and bickering, chasing each other around in the grass stamped flat from months of play. 

It wasn’t long before a year passed. 

“Hey, Ness?” You squint up at the hot afternoon sun, hand shielding your eyes as you lay back on the cool grass. 

“Huh?” 

“Magic is real, isn’t it?” 

“Course it is, dummy.” 

You frown. “How d’ya know?” 

He pauses, toying with the soccer ball in his lap. “Cuz of that feeling I get when I play soccer with you.”

You blink up at him with large eyes. “Feeling?” 

“Yeah,” he states, almost as if it were some obvious, undeniable truth. “Y’know, my chest gets all funny and my heart makes these weird sounds and my cheeks get sore from smiling so much.” Ness squishes his face in his hands, and you giggle. “That’s what magic is to me.” 

“Ness.”

“What?” 

“I think I believe in magic, too.” 

And he smiles at you—a real, wide grin that covers his whole face, and for a moment he shines brighter than the sun rays. 

“Told ya so!” 

The years slipped by quicker than you would’ve liked them to.

Subconsciously, you knew that you and Ness wouldn’t be together like this forever. It was only a matter of when it would happen, the dreaded day that he or you might vanish into adulthood, leaving behind the fond memories of flattened grass and soccer and magic. 

You still remember when he told you, with that childlike sparkle in his eyes, that he would be leaving to join Bastard München’s U-20 team. 

It was a snowy December day when he left, suitcase beside him, and you tried not to let him see the hot tears balancing on your lower lashes. You two were grown, you reminded yourself. You aren’t children anymore. This was always bound to happen. 

So why are you clinging to him, your tears spilling onto his new Bastard München jacket, holding back sobs? 

“Shh, shh, it’s okay,” Ness whispers into your hair, hand on the back of your head and a sad smile on his lips. 

You say nothing, squeezing your eyes shut.

“I won’t be gone forever, you know,” He reprimands gently, pulling your head off his chest. “Besides, won’t it be cool to see me on TV?” His smile is soft, and he wipes the tears from your cheeks with a warm finger. “Y-yeah,” you mumble, unable to meet his eyes. 

Both of you are silent for a moment longer, before Ness tilts your head up to look at him. “Thank you for showing me what magic is.” 

There’s a strange tension, a fire in his eyes, and your breath catches in your throat when he leans forward to press a delicate kiss to your lips. 

And before you know it, he’s gone. 

At first, the loneliness was bearable. You and Ness texted every day, every night, any moment he had a second to spare. It was enough to keep your sadness at bay, but it didn’t last long.

The change was gradual: the slow responses, the messages left on read, and then on delivered. At some point, days passed before a single text back. And one day, there were no more texts back. 

You justified it to yourself over and over. He’s a professional athlete now. This is his career. Of course he’s busy. 

A year ticks by without a single message. 

And when you run into him in the middle of town one day, you feel part of your heart crack open. 

“Ness? Is that you?” 

He’s noticeably taller, face sharper, and his eyes look sunken with that childlike sparkle missing. He was different, as if something had swallowed up his vitality, leaving behind only a porcelain shell that looked down at you with empty eyes. 

“Oh, it’s you.”

Ness barely noticed you. 

“Y-you’re back? In town?” You stand there, heart sinking lower, and lower again when he looks at you, wearing a slender smile that doesn’t match his cold eyes. 

“Yeah, I am, unfortunately.” 

“You could’ve- I mean- just, texted me, at least?” 

Your voice is trembling, and you’re not sure why. This is Ness, isn’t it? The boy you grew up with? Your best friend, and possibly even-

“What, am I your boyfriend or something?” 

His voice is deceivingly gentle for his sharp words, and they hit you like a slap in the face. Your heart breaks a little more.

“It would’ve been nice to at least know. Y’know, as friends?” Your voice still trembles, but this time it’s more out of anger than fear or sadness. 

“Friends?” 

Ness looks at you, quiet smile still on his face, betraying no emotion. “I don’t need friends. I have my team- no, I have him.” 

There’s no doubt in your mind that the him Ness means is Kaiser.

That blue-haired, rose-obsessed freak of a striker on Bastard München. You’ve seen all of Ness’s games multiple times, and you had to admit their chemistry was admirable. But even off the field, they’d been spotted together: after games, after practice, everywhere, with Ness trailing behind Kaiser like a puppy.  

“So- so he means more to you than someone who’s been friends with you for your whole life?” 

You can’t help the hurt and frustration that slips into your voice. But as soon as the words leave your lips, you regret it. 

Ness’s eyes narrow, and chills run up your spine. 

“Watch yourself. A nobody like you shouldn’t be insulting him.” 

And what’s left of your composure splinters apart. 

“Seriously, Ness? After all this time, you- he- ” you scramble for words, desperation and anger and fear gripping your throat. “We’ve been friends for years. Since we were children. Do you seriously not see me as a friend now?” Your hands close into fists. “For fuck’s sake, we grew up together!” 

He stares down at you with that soft cold smile.

“Kaiser was right. You’re a distraction.” 

You didn’t count the number of years that passed since then. 

Life goes on, doesn’t it? But you never realized a life without Ness would be so miserable. Quietly turning off your TV when his games aired, scrolling past news about Bastard München, about anything soccer related—it was too much for you to bear. 

It’s cold today, you quietly think, wrapping your scarf tighter around your neck as soft white petals of snow flutter over you. It doesn’t usually snow this early in the year.

With slow, deliberate steps, you dread the sight of your childhood home in the distance. It only reminds you of him, after all. Why’d you tell your parents you’d visit them? 

But you see a faint silhouette in the distance, a hunched shadow hovering by the porch next door, and a wave of nostalgia drowns you: the foggy window, the heart, and the boy. It feels like a mirage, a trick of the light, but as you approach the house, it’s exactly who you wished yet dreaded to see the most standing there, tattered soccer ball at his feet. 

“Ness?” 

Your voice is faint, as if you’re talking to yourself and not the man standing there. 

He doesn’t look real. Glowing in the cold light of the moon, snow frosts his hair, bags hanging under his eyes. He’s a ghost, an apparition, a figment of your desperate imagination. That’s what you think until he pulls you into a deep hug, and you feel the warmth of his skin on yours. 

You stand there, frozen still, his arms wrapped around you for too long a time before he pulls away. 

“I’m sorry.” 

His voice has the same light, gentle quality it always had, but something about it is different this time.

In all those years, you’d never seen Ness like this. He was a ray of sun, beaming and glowing with warmth, and then he was ice, cold and sharp and crushing your heart into pieces with its vice. 

But he was never this; haunted, trembling, almost as if he was about to splinter into pieces and out of existence. 

“How many years has it been, Ness?” You whisper. He doesn’t answer.

“How many? Since you left me for Kaiser?” There’s no bitterness in your voice, only a silent resignation that’s met with snowflakes and a whistle of wind. 

“I texted you. Every day for that whole year you were gone.” Your voice grows louder. “I watched every single one of your games on TV. I waited for you, every single day, hoping you would respond. And what did you do?” 

What feels like a lifetime’s worth of anger suddenly swells inside you, threatening to overflow, and you jab a finger into his chest. “Nothing! You did fucking nothing, Ness. I- ” you choke.

“You left me, after making those empty promises. Not even a text back? Are you fucking serio-”

“‘I hope you’re doing well, Ness. I loved your assist in that last game, it was amazing.’” 

You freeze.

“‘Take care of yourself, make sure to stay hydrated.’ ‘Look at this article I found! You and Kaiser really make a good pair LOL.’ ” 

Ness takes a breath, and keeps going. 

“‘Eat and sleep well, Ness!’ ‘Just got your jersey in the mail today!’ ‘Your form looks great, excited for your next game.’”

The words spill from his lips as if he’d been waiting his whole life to say them. And it’s several long, word-filled minutes later before he utters,

“‘Miss you lots, Ness. Come home soon.’ ”

You're speechless. “Are those…”

“Texts you’ve sent me. Every single one.” Ness says, his quiet voice hoarse. You say nothing, staring at him with shock. “I read them. All of them, a million times over and then again.” He reaches out to touch your hand. 

“It was hard to respond because of him. Kaiser. Made me feel like you were a distraction, when-” Ness swallows. “When in reality, you were the reason I started playing soccer in the first place.” 

His grip on your hand tightens the slightest bit. “I never forgot you. Not a single time. I only pretended not to because of pride and selfishness and a desire to please the wrong person.” 

You look at him and for a moment, all you see is that lonely boy from a lifetime ago. 

“I hurt you. But I- I promise you-” He clutches your hands to his chest, eyes filling with desperation. “I understand what I did, and it was wrong, and I fucked up, and I just- I regret ignoring you and treating you like that and- just, please, at least let me make it up to you.” 

There are tears sliding down his face now, and your heart lodges in your throat. 

“Will you let me back into your life? Even for just a moment?” 

And you say nothing, quietly stepping back, pulling your hands out of his. You catch the way his breath stops, the way his body freezes, the way dread settles over his face when you pull away. 

But instead of leaving, you bend over to pick up the soccer ball at his feet. 

“Hey Ness?”

“…y-yes? What is it?” 

You hold the worn ball out to him. 

“Will you prove to me that magic exists again?” 

[xo-adeline]

"Happy Birthday..."

⋆°• ☁︎ - Celebrating your birthday

Feat. Alexis Ness, Michael Kaiser, and Silver

AN: Happy birthday to me!! And this is my gift to y'all after being off for so long! (I got sick and then had a bunch of work I needed to finish but I should be back to writing a little more often now!!<3

-> Waking up on the day of your birthday was nothing special for you; however, for the brunette-magenta-headed boy who was no longer next to you in bed, this was one of the best days all year. The only thought process through Ness’s head was how much he could make it known that he loved you. After all, this was the day many years ago you were brought into the world, how could he not be excited to celebrate it? The morning of your birthday, he could only get up super early to start making breakfast. He had learned over the many times that he was fascinatedly sitting near the kitchen while you whipped up something for him to eat before he headed off to practice. While it might not have been as good as what you were able to make, it was the thought that counted. The second that you woke up, he came stumbling into the room with the food on a tray, making sure that you were comfortable as he set it down on the bed for you, making sure to kiss your forehead and wish you a happy birthday, making sure to be the first person to say it. Through everything, he would always be the first person to tell you a happy birthday for this year and many years to come.

-> You knew that your boyfriend had never been very good with affection, however when you started getting more and more comfortable that barrier soon started to fall, ultimately leaving you with somebody more willing than anybody to accept any love you were willing to give. Michael, knowing that you had always spoiled him to the moon and back on his birthday had been planning for months on what to do for yours. Starting off with making sure you got to sleep in while he got some of the gifts he had been collecting for you throughout the few months and making sure they were placed nicely on the counter of the kitchen island before you awoke and started scolding him about the amount of gifts he had. However, when you finally did wake up, about to start scolding him for not waking you up when he got up, you were shocked to see the gifts on the table, and your smiling boyfriend on the other side of the kitchen. He smirked as he walked over towards you, pulling you slightly towards the mountain of gifts, and no matter how much you tried to speak he would hand you a gift. Kaiser knew that you would be so pissed off the second he let you speak, seeing all the expensive and even not-so-expensive gifts being placed into your hands one by one, but too bad there were so many it would be a while before you could even get a word out.

-> The breeze of the wind was a nice change of pace when your boyfriend came to pick you up on a broom heading to a secret location for your birthday. Silver wasn’t normally somebody to surprise you, more like when he could just tell you directly head-on instead of beating around the bush, but with some wise words from Lilia, he decided to make this birthday a little more special. You soon arrived at a nice, open field a way away from the school. Noticing just a few trees but mainly open ground with many flowers and plants scattered around, and sitting in the middle of it all was a small picnic area. A blanket and a picnic basket sat among the many flowers, and right as the two of you sat down, many small animals started to surround you and the silver-haired man sitting across from you. The small talk between you and Silver, as well as some of the small woodland creatures, went on for not very long before he pulled out something from the basket, something that you had been looking at forever but never ended up buying before the words “Happy birthday…” accompanied it. He knew that you had been looking at it for a while, and with the help of Diasomnia he was able to make sure he could get it when you weren’t around to see it. Knowing that he had been paying attention, even when he was asleep over half the time, was better than any physical gift he could’ve ever gotten.

[ct-multifandom]

Big day for annoying people (me)

The two new eps of ML were good? Like wow it’s been great so far except ep 3 was comparatively a flop imo. Werepapas was so, idk, enticing lore-wise but I don’t have much to say that other people haven’t except that they’re clearly NOT neglecting past plot points, making the tone too silly goofy all the time, nor retconning important stuff like some people worried they would. We have been FED. I’m sure Felix is involved in that ring bs somehow, but idk if his intentions are pure or not.

Warning for the only salty thing I’m gonna say on this post: I’m so tired of going into the fandom tag and seeing people whining about “bad writing” problems that literally never happened based entirely on their own incorrect predictions they made up to make themselves mad. Ugh anyway. This post is gonna be about small details I latched onto in Daddycop!

We got to see glimpses of Sabrina and Max’s rooms this ep! Max’s room looks like a Star Trek spaceship but the books on his bookshelf are kinda giving those reference books at the library of like, archived government documents or research papers iykwim whereas the books in Alya’s room look like manga. An interesting thing I noticed in Sabrina’s room is that she has a line of framed certificates on the wall, maybe academic awards or something similar

Did they ever say if Markov can see Kaalki or not? I’m sure they will eventually but idk which option I like better. It’d be cute if they were friends but it’d be pretty funny if he had to watch Max talk to the secret floating ghost who lives with them now and not question it

List of things Sabrina dumps in the trash: yellow nail polish, the brooch Chloe gifted to her/bribed her with in season 1, the cat ear headband from her Chat Noir cosplay when she and Chloe were roleplaying as him and Ladybug in season 3, a beret, maybe the one Chloe tried to bribe her with in s1, Chloe-style sunglasses, a Queen Bee doll, a photo of them together in the old animation, and a mug/tumbler? Maybe a gift from her as well idk maybe they’re selling Queen Bee-themed Stanley cups over there.

:((((( Aw Sabrina nooo I hate seeing her so sad and the way she lied to her dad so he would think she’s happy and has friends

I think this might be the first time the show referred to Fire Captain Hessenpy by name?

Marinette’s scooter has the T+S logo on it and a sticker that says Boulangerie Paris

Between eps 2 and 4 I’m getting the sense that Sabrina uses Miss Hound as an escape kinda like CN where she feels like she can become instantly likeable, trustworthy, helpful, and useful through the inherent credibility of being a superhero. She has anonymity, can sort of start over on a blank slate, and is automatically implied to be a good person since Ladybug entrusted her. I’m guessing we’re gonna see more of that blank slate idea with other characters and what they’ll do with it, but it’s telling that Sabrina decides to transform to resolve people’s minor inconveniences, especially when she’s feeling bad about herself. It’s like she’s proving a point to herself but also giving herself something productive to do.

The GIRLS Ahhhhh let’s go lesbians

Noticing a clear absence of Alix. Ik the special implied she has to keep hiding in the burrow from Lila but she’s all normal-looking in the intro and they can’t shelve her forever. I feel like something is gonna change to make her be able to return.

^^^ ALSO she’s the only hero with zero design updates and my theory is that the purpose of that is so she can do contrived time nonsense like going back to earlier seasons and going forward without contradicting anything or revealing which time period she’s actually from

I gotta say the side character writing has progressively been better and better throughout the show. Atp they really feel like actual people with their own opinions and motivations. In the early days they felt more like lovable NPCs who talked occasionally but now they’re real characters? With free will? I feel like I just watched Pinocchio get turned into a real boy

The pro-healthy eating censorship/propaganda/whatever in this show is so funny omg. Juleka: I brought fruit tea Mylene: wow that’s so much better than the sugary soda we had last time LMAO. To balance out Rose holding a bag of popcorn they gave Zoe two burlap sacks full of oranges which tbf I’d rather snack on those during a movie than popcorn but still. I saw a vid recently about gravity falls adding random bowls of fruit next to characters eating junk food because they were getting flagged as promoting unhealthy habits. I keep thinking about that moment in Ikari Gozen when Mari asks Kagami out for “juice” when any normal teen would’ve said “coffee” like nope no caffeine in my good Christian miraculous

Love Kagami being a pretentious film nerd go hang out with Nino

RED ALERT YOU GUYS Mylene has an inclusive pride flag pin on her overall strap. Like the rainbow flag with the trans triangle and the black stripe. It’s not subtle or anything it’s just right there wow. Damn

The pin above it reminds me of Timebreaker’s logo. I wonder what some of these pins mean

Ok last season they seem to have established that Sabrina became friends with Marc and Nathaniel who were both explicit Sabrina Supporters since their akuma episodes, so it feels sort of convenient that they were written out of the narrative for this ep. I do see the whole Girl Squad thing and how she feels excluded when all the girls in the group hang out together without her, doing traditional girl things like movie night sleepovers, so I do think it’s totally valid. Her having absolutely zero friends is hyperbolized though.

On that note I have to wonder if the school might have several lunch periods because none of the male characters expect Adrien and Nino were there. Or maybe they just stage the scene with whoever is convenient. They might have flexible lunch schedules and all the other characters are off somewhere else.

Rose mentioned a girl whose name I didn’t recognize and after rewinding i can’t tell what she said. Aglie? New character? Maybe she’s that black girl with pink hair who was sitting with Adrien, Nino, and Sublime at lunch

KAGAMI AND ONDINE ARE CANONICALLY FRIENDS this is like the Superbowl for me. I’m so excited for Sleeping/Princess Syren I need to see her.

God the girls were so messy in that scene where they didn’t want to invite Sabrina lol I kinda love it I can’t even be mad

Zoe, your lab safety is atrocious. Not only are you taking your goggles off while still in the lab, but then you *leave the room* and *touch someone* with your gloves still on?! Diabolical. What are they even doing, soldering computer chips?

Marinette when I catch you Marinette

Roger’s relationship with Sabrina is actually so cute even though he’s kinda misguided as a person GOD when he’s on his way to console his crying daughter and Lila enters his mind space and he’s cradling his arms like he’s clearly seeing her as his baby 🥺 nobody talk to me

Alexa play I bet on losing dogs by mitski. Myyyy baby my baby…

We got a glimpse of the baddest bitch in Paris Xavier Ramier I’m so happy

Sabrina shapeshifted her necklace into a brooch. Huh. I guess you can just do that

The power of believing in herself allowed her to yassify her own character design into a cuter and more fashionable superhero! This is basically just like real life if you think about it

Her ball has a doggy nose on it awww

Lila telling Roger to turn around so she could back him up and fire the anti akuma was badass okay

I’m not sold on the loud ass makeup they have a lot of the characters wearing so I’m glad we got to see the girls with clean faces at the end there. Wow they look so normal! I’m also loving the pajama designs. I had to pause and look at all of them.

Zoe had to stop and hit Sabrina with that rizz stare to make sure Sabrina wouldn’t be coming up with any platonic explanations for her behavior

I never thought I’d say these words, but I think a love triangle between Sabrina, Zoe, and Max would be fun. Imagine Zoe is into Sabrina, Sabrina isn’t exactly catching the hint and sees Zoe as a really nice friend, Sabrina kinda likes Max, and Max is like damn these bitches gay. Good for them.

The end card is so baby omg

I TOLD YOU GUYS Sabrina was gonna get a makeover and people were like uH No iTs JUsT An aNimATioN eRroR oF a ScRApPEd DeSiGn girl why the hell would they leave a scrapped design in the intro, and there’s no way they would accidentally not notice that much less repeat it

Mark my words white haired Caprikid is not an error either he’s real and he’s gonna collect all the chaos emeralds to get that way

A new diabolical twink has hit the scene. Ray’s pompous ass immediately reminded me of Preminger from Barbie. He looks like he rides horses. Like he tells people he’s into sports but then you find out the sport is just horse riding. Immediately invested. Who is this diva. I want him to get hit by a bus.

Ooooo Zoe was up to some Delinquent Shit in America this is so juicy. I looove when suspiciously perfect characters get revealed to be secretly fucked up that’s the best. I’ve always loved those types of headcanons, that she was expelled from her last school and moved to a different country all of a sudden for her mom’s PR. If you think about it, that’s exactly what happened to Chloe damn. Daughter commits PR disaster, do zero parenting about it, relocate daughter far away to start over with little consequence! I wanna see some parallels. I feel like she made it sound like she moved because she was getting bullied at her old school, but what if that was a lie, or at least a partial lie? You know shit’s serious when the exposition is in the post-post-endcard scene

The pacing of these episodes has been satisfying compared to previous seasons, especially 5. They aren’t trying to shove too much in, but there’s still a lot happening and fiiiinally a nice mix of plot and fighting. I was getting irritated by how rushed a lot of the fights were last season like might as well just not have them at all

Excited to see more yay! I love the little details. It’s kinda a bummer that Sabrina spent most of her hero focus ep sobbing but we ball (see what I did there) and the end was so cutesy. So excited to probably watch episode 11 before episode 6

[rekino2114]

If I'm not too late, could I please ask for Valentines prompt 17 with M!Reader and Makima rewatching their wedding video (bonus points if it's with their child Nayuta)?

Love your work!

You and makima rewatching your wedding video

Pairing:makima x male reader

A/n:this takes place in the nayuta daughter au

Valentine's prompt#17

Prompts list

If there's one thing makima loves....then it's you but if there are two things she loves...then it's you and nayuta, but somewhere on that list is watching movies.

She always liked movies, but especially now that she has someone to watch them with she loves those moments even more, and she doesn't mind rewatching for the 7th time whatever Disney movie nayuta is currently obsessed with. She even buys her daughter merchandise of them that she brags about to everyone at school.

But her favorite "movie" to watch is by far your wedding video. Just remembering that day causes her heart to beat faster than usual, and watching it is just amazing it feels like reliving that beautiful moment, so much that it had become a tradition to watch it on valentine's day, even after nayuta was born.

"Daddy, mommy, the movie is about to start"

Makima giggled and placed nayuta into her lap while using her other hand to pull you closer to her

"It's not a movie nayuta, it's a recording"

"Oh......of what?"

"Of the best day of my life"

"*gasp* it's when I was born right?"

"No, sorry sweetie, that's the second best day of my life"

"Then what's the first one?"

"Just watch and see"

Nayuta started eating the popcorns you made her, which had way too much butter to be considered a light snack but quickly coughed because of the gasp she emitted when the video started playing

"It's you mommy! And you're a princess!"

"Oh am I?"

"Yeah, yeah, that dress is definitely a princess one"

You smiled and looked at the video, makima really looked beautiful in her black dress. She always looked beautiful but on that day she was special just like everything else

"Seems like I'm not the only one who liked that dress"

"I think I know exactly why you liked it, dear"

"Can you blame me? You looked stunning"

The video continues with makima walking down the aisle and coming face to face with you

"*gasp* it's daddy too!"

"Yes and he looked stunning too"

Makima gave you a loving look that you reciprocated and got even closer to you, continuing to watch the TV attentively

"What are you doing now?"

"Reciting our vows"

"What does that mean?"

"It's like.....promises that you make to the person you love and that you have to keep forever"

"Really? Forever? Isn't that tiring?"

"It's not, it's just promising to love each other forever and in any condition, and saying how much their love changed you"

"Daddy changed you?"

"More than you can imagine"

Makima continued stroking her daughter's hair while watching the video, she remembered all of it like it was yesterday. the joy she felt seeing you there,the music, the people, she just felt pure happiness in that moment.

When you read your vows to her, she felt so loved and genuinely happy. All your promises and declarations made her heart and soul warm, and her eyes water a bit. However, she vowed herself not to cry during such a moment, so she didn't. She had a lot of experience in hiding her emotions, but of course, she didn't hide the widest smile she ever gave to you, she wanted you to see how happy you made her, it was only when the ceremony was over and you were alone in your room that she truly cried tears of pure happiness while vowing to love you and never leave you again, she felt loved and she wanted nothing more than to give you that love back, she wanted you to see all the emotions you made her feel, the pure happiness and love you made her feel bot through smiles and tears.

Just watching the kiss again and thinking about it made her feel exactly like that again.

"*gasp* daddy! Mommy is crying"

Makima snapped out of her thoughts and touched her cheek, how did she not notice the tears until now?

"Are you alright makima?"

She looked to her right to see your concerned face, the face of the person she loved and wanted to give the world to, the fact of the person who she had a child with, the face if the person she married.

She wiped her tears and looked at you with a wide pure smile, very similar to the one she gave you on the day that was playing on the tv

"It's nothing darling, I'm just so happy"

[laterkatersays]

it can be so frustrating.

To wait for years for your ship to happen. To have a section of your own community actively hate one of your favourite characters, to call them an abuser, to hate the relationship you love with all of your heart, and to constantly claim the other character would be better off with literally anyone else.

And you wait, for the very final episode, the last chance for them to open their bruised, battered hearts to each other, to reveal themselves, to get that romantic final kiss. To get a promise of a forever, or even just a promise of a tomorrow, together.

And then. To instead get, "Can I come with you?" and then for the response to be, "I'd love that, but not yet."

To get, "I think I need you to be thoughtful about it. I think that's what I would ask, is take some time and be thoughtful... This is a thing I do not what you to jump into, even if it's just casual fucking around."

To get a possible vision of regular visits, and adventures together, but also time apart, time spent doing their own things, alone and with others. For it to be still undefined, still not sure if they are friends, or friends with benefits, or...

(That lingering or...)

It can be frustrating, not to get the romantic ending. The shiny, golden ending you can hold up and show to others, and say, "See? It was a long hard road, but they are happy and in love and together."

The ending you can hold close to your chest, while you grieve the fact that it's over, to give yourself comfort, knowing that they are happy, together, loved.

But instead, my friends, instead. We got endless possibilities.

Which only makes sense, for an apprentice fatestitcher, and a person held together by potential and probability.

[valiwrites]

EYES ON YOU PART 3 ✧.* joao felix

requested by: @iluvjoaofelix14

part 1 part 2

warnings: none

MASTERLIST

It had been a week since your first date with Joao, and yet, you still weren’t over it.

You and Lila were sprawled across your bed, a bowl of popcorn between you as music played softly in the background. Lila was lying on her stomach, scrolling through her phone, while you stared at the ceiling, reliving every little moment from that night.

"So, let’s recap," Lila said, tossing a piece of popcorn in the air and catching it in her mouth. "You guys went to that cute little Italian place, talked for hours, he walked you home, and then—"

You groaned, covering your face with a pillow. "Lila—"

She grinned. "And then he kissed you on your doorstep like something straight out of a rom-com!"

Your face heated up. "Okay, yes, fine. He kissed me."

Lila sighed dramatically. "Ugh. It’s like a football fairytale. Do you think I should start writing wedding speeches now, or—"

You threw a pillow at her. "Shut up."

She cackled, but before she could continue, your phone buzzed on the nightstand. You reached for it lazily, not thinking much of it—until you saw the name on the screen.

Joao.

Your heart did a little flip. He hadn’t called you out of the blue before.

Lila immediately noticed your expression. "What? Who is it?"

You swallowed, turning the phone toward her.

Her eyes widened. "Oh, my God. Answer it! What are you waiting for?!"

You took a deep breath, then picked up. "Hey, Joao."

There was a pause. Then, finally, his voice—soft, hesitant. "Hey."

Something was wrong.

You sat up, suddenly alert. "What’s going on?"

Another pause. Then—

"I’m leaving England."

The words hit you like a punch to the stomach. "What?"

Joao exhaled. "I just got the call. I’m going on loan to AC Milan. I leave tonight."

Your heart dropped. "Tonight?"

"I wanted to tell you sooner, but everything happened so fast," he said, his voice tinged with regret. "I don’t want to leave without saying goodbye. Can you come to the airport?"

You felt like you couldn’t breathe. Joao was leaving. Just like that.

Lila sat up beside you, watching your expression shift from confusion to sadness. She didn’t know what was happening yet, but she could tell something was wrong.

You swallowed hard, gripping the phone tighter. "Yeah," you said, voice barely above a whisper. "I’ll be there."

Joao let out a small breath, like he was relieved. "Okay. I’ll see you soon."

When you hung up, Lila grabbed your shoulders. "What happened? What’s wrong?"

You blinked, trying to process it all. "Joao’s leaving. He’s going on loan to Milan. Tonight."

Lila’s mouth fell open. "What the hell?!"

"He wants me to come to the airport so we can say goodbye."

Lila was already jumping off the bed. "Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go!"

The drive to the airport was a blur. You stared out the window, trying to keep yourself together, but the lump in your throat was growing by the second.

"He’s going to come back, you know," Lila said, glancing at you. "It’s just a loan. He’s not leaving forever."

You nodded, but it didn’t make it hurt any less.

By the time you arrived, the departures terminal was busy with travelers rushing around, but you only had eyes for one person.

And then—you saw him.

Joao stood near the check-in area, hoodie pulled over his head, hands tucked into his pockets. But when he saw you, his whole face softened.

You barely took two steps before he was in front of you, looking down at you with those warm, familiar brown eyes.

"Hey," he said softly.

You swallowed. "Hey."

His gaze flickered over your face, like he was trying to memorize every detail. "I didn’t want to leave without seeing you."

You nodded, trying to smile, but your throat was tight. "I’m really gonna miss you, Joao."

His brows furrowed, and then suddenly, his hand was cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing gently against your skin. "Don’t cry," he murmured. "I’ll come back."

You let out a shaky breath. "You promise?"

His lips quirked up in the smallest, saddest smile. "I promise."

And then—he kissed you.

Soft, warm, lingering. Like he wanted to stay in this moment forever. Like he didn’t want to leave at all.

Lila, standing a few feet away, practically squealed under her breath. "Oh my God."

But just as you melted into the kiss, something inside you snapped.

You suddenly pulled back, heart racing.

Joao blinked in confusion. "What’s wrong?"

You didn’t even think before you said it. "I’m going with you."

Joao’s eyes widened. "What?"

"You can’t," he stammered, looking completely overwhelmed. "You have a life here—"

"Yes, she can," Lila interrupted, stepping forward with a wicked grin. "I’ll pack your stuff and send it to you. Go."

You turned to her, heart pounding. "Are you sure?"

Lila rolled her eyes. "Babe. The love of your life is about to get on a plane. Go."

Tears welled in your eyes, but this time, they weren’t from sadness. You threw your arms around Lila, hugging her tightly. "I love you so much."

She laughed. "I know. Now get out of here before I start crying too."

You turned back to Joao, who was still staring at you like he couldn’t believe this was real.

"You really want to come with me?" he asked, voice soft, uncertain.

You smiled, taking his hand in yours. "There’s nowhere else I’d rather be."

For a moment, he just looked at you, his lips parting like he wanted to say something. But then, instead of speaking—he kissed you again.

And this time, it wasn’t a goodbye.

[kaibegins]

Lets Discuss a Hard Truth (Or Just The Ignored Truth):

I don’t use tumblr often, but I had enough of y’all bullshit.

If you relate to someone like tommy kinard as a white queer, or really any queer man or masc presenting individual in general, your privilege is showing. especially as a white gay men who openly sit here and admit that they self-project and relate to such a character, when those who have actually watched the show long before bucktommy, witnessed mr. kinard be openly complicit and a willing participant of workplace discrimination and racism—twice. how can you sit here and try to justify away behavior that happened twice in the show? the only time they actively stopped being complicit was when one of them saved his life, and the other had to get their attention and make them listen to her.

It doesn’t help his case at all that after chimney saved his life, he still wasn’t a part of their circle. he told hen that he isn’t anything to them outside the workplace. they’re not going out of their way to invite him to their outings. he said himself, “oh you think they’re inviting the asian guy to their houses for BBQs and out for beers?” how can they still treat him as if he’s invisible, or a threat to their comfort after saving a life of one of their own. that has to mean something for them to not continue to bow down and be cowardly, as they watch a superior abuse his authority for the second time to diminish hardworking individuals because they don’t look like him or them.

compliance is just as worse as being a participant and tommy was both.

I know what you’re thinking: oh, but they clearly have forgiven him since they’re spending time with him and called him? yeah, let me tell you a secret: forgiveness doesn’t equal forgetfulness. it takes strength to forgive, but it’s hard to forget. I cannot erase the moments in my head of someone treating me and diminishing me simply because of the color of my skin, allowing that to dictate how well I am at my job. I cannot erase playing a video game which ended up with me, my sister and friend, who are all black, be harassed with slurs as they ignore our pleads to stop, because words do hurt. what makes it worse is seeing other bipoc individuals adore this character, ignoring genuine criticism about his behavior as “homophobia” or “mischaracterization” when there isn’t a character to mischaracterize and it’s not homophobic to criticize a character’s actions who happens to be gay [mind you, he wasn’t originally meant to be gay—again, tommy was backup because the actresses of natalia and lucy could not make time for the show.]

he is a plot device, always has been and always will be. tommy kinard being called to put out a fire, and being in a scene with other character sharing stories of how they got their injuries was because he was merely another device to the plot. y’all try to erase and replace eddie by claiming he this, and that he’s that, without any genuine argument about what your saying about him. you have deluded yourself into thinking that the version of tommy you happen to believe in actually exist, when really he’s a cardboard box that a child can draw on to replicate something worth attaching themselves to. tommy was never going to be the most important relationship of buck’s—if we’re being real here, abby was much more important because she was the one who actively changed him. tommy merely made him aware of a side about himself he never bothered entertaining—he was an introductory relationship. which don’t last forever for the average person. it’s common sense, and I’m not saying that eddie will be the next one, but tommy was the first, not the last.

I do have to ask, what made tommy so different from his last love interests that you didn’t type away with your fingers wanting them to remain forever and become a more relevant person within the show. what if I believed natalia meant to have a permanent presence within the show, or taylor, or even ali? because you’re going to look at me like I’m crazy. I mean, there are taylor lovers out there who would love to see more of her. I’ll imagine you think that to be a ridiculous idea.

you’ll probably think I’m insane or dramatic for taking the time out of my day to type all of this, but I’m tired. I’ve been silence many times, but I’m not allowing y’all to be comfortable anymore. y’all can disagree, but at least have your disagreement be approval and valid that isn’t a dog whistle for defending racism. tell me why I’m wrong with actual evidence from the show [which honestly, doesn’t benefit me much either as the writing isn’t the best; exhibit a: retconning abby’s ex as tommy, and exhibit b: basically never addressing tommy’s actions properly. exhibit a doesn’t benefit tommy either because that means not only did he use abby, but also left her when her mom got too sick to alone. ] now, coming out the closet isn’t easy for queer people with little to no support system. that doesn’t mean that hiding your queerness to protect yourself means you have to resort to being racist to ass kiss your racist captain in order to be accepted. yeah, no honey, that’s not the best way to hide who you are by being a bigot.

and as much as y’all love to have an issue with buddie shippers being lesbians (oh, we love lesbophobia)—I cannot be homophobic for hating a racist character, that just doesn’t work sweetheart. :/ I’m a man hating lesbian with the exception of my many wives (eddie díaz, who I will defend from y’all freaks till I die.)

if someone can confess their sins of seeing themselves in tommy kinard, I’m allowed to put my foot down and tell you that you’re fucking full of yourself. his actions weren’t properly addressed; you cannot place everything on gerard considering he was allowed to do what he did twice because of spineless people. sal is spineless, tommy is spineless, all of them with the exception of one person were spineless, and even eli himself is guilty of complicity as a white man, considering he could not fully understand how different it is for chimney by just merely being “a stranger they can’t yet trust.” however, he is the better one out of peers to actively see value in chimney and the understanding he is just as capable of his trust in being a paramedic.

I’m glad tommy is gone. I wish y’all can leave him to die and be erased from the narrative. he’s a dirt on buck’s shoe and my mans got other people to worry about considering the love of his life is moving to texas—somebody been reading buddie fanfics, trust! I don’t have any more to say that won’t make this any longer, but it had to be said.

HAPPY BLACK HISTORY MONTH !!!

[girlkisser13]

being married to yuki tsukumo would include

• yuki doesn’t do traditional love, but when she married you, it was because she knew, without a doubt, that she would love you forever.

• your wedding rings? she had them custom-made— something unique, something that’s yours. they’re engraved with yours and her initials.

• she never takes her ring off. ever. even in fights, even in battle— it’s always there. she’ll even punch people with that hand just to make a point.

• if you ever doubt her love, she immediately shuts that down. she’ll pull you into her arms, kiss you senseless, and say, "do you seriously think i'd marry anyone but the absolute love of my life? please."

• while yuki loves to travel, when she’s home with you, she makes every second count.

• your home isn’t pristine— it’s lived in, full of energy. there are books left open, jackets thrown over chairs, and travel souvenirs scattered everywhere.

• she loves mornings with you— slow, lazy wake-ups where she pulls you back into bed just to steal a few more minutes together. "the world can wait, babe."

• she’s a terrible cook but refuses to admit it. she’ll try to make breakfast and end up burning something, laughing while you take over.

• you often catch her just watching you— her eyes soft, a small smirk on her lips. when you ask why, she just shrugs. "can’t believe i got this lucky."

• her favorite thing? lying on your lap while you read or watch tv, her head resting against your stomach as she absentmindedly plays with your fingers.

• when she’s gone for long periods, she leaves you voice messages— sometimes just rambling, sometimes soft and sentimental, telling you how much she misses you.

• she loves lifting you up randomly— whether it’s spinning you around in excitement or just because she wants to hold you close.

• yuki is ALWAYS touching you. holding your hand, throwing an arm around your shoulders, playing with your hair— she’s tactile, always making sure you feel her presence.

• she like to randomly kiss you throughout the day. when you’re talking, when you’re brushing your teeth, when you’re focused on something— she’ll just lean in and steal a kiss.

• she pouts if you don’t kiss her back. actually pouts. arms crossed, dramatic sighs, the whole thing.

• yuki has zero concept of personal space. if you’re reading? she’s draped over you. working? she’s sitting on your desk. in the shower? she just walks in like she owns the place.

• she loves showing you off. if anyone flirts with you? she’ll wrap her arms around you and smirk. "sorry, they’re taken. by me. forever."

• pet names for DAYS. babe, sweetheart, hot stuff, sunshine, lover, cutie. some are teasing, but every single one is heartfelt.

• you’re her safe space. when she’s exhausted, when the weight of the world gets heavy, she melts into you— head on your chest, arms wrapped around your waist, completely vulnerable.

• life with yuki is never boring— she makes sure of that.

• if you’re willing, she’ll take you everywhere. across the world, through hidden alleyways, on spontaneous road trips with no destination.

• if you’re not into traveling, she never makes you feel left behind. she brings back gifts, pictures, stories— she makes sure you’re part of every adventure, even from home.

• SURPRISE DATES >>>

• one day it’s a rooftop picnic, the next it’s a hidden speakeasy, the next she’s got you at some underground fight club just for the hell of it.

• if you’re more reserved, she loves teasing you— just enough to get you out of your comfort zone, but never enough to make you uncomfortable.

• yuki may act carefree, but when it comes to you, she’s deadly serious.

• if anyone so much as looks at you the wrong way, they get a glare that could kill. if someone actually threatens you? they won’t be breathing for long.

• she keeps a watchful eye on your surroundings, even when she seems relaxed. she’ll casually pull you closer if she senses something off.

• she hates seeing you upset. if something’s wrong, she won’t rest until she’s made you smile again— whether that means talking it out or making a complete fool of herself just to hear you laugh.

• even when she’s away, she has people looking out for you. she may act reckless, but she’s always planning, always protecting you, even from a distance.

• she keeps you on your toes, but never leaves you behind. if she’s running ahead, she always reaches back for your hand. <33

[chaifootsteps]

Hello, Chai! A few weeks ago, I mentioned coming into your inbox to ask you several questions about your allegations and just getting your side of the story. I will be honest, when I read the call out(s) about you.

I overall thought “yeah, I don’t blame anyone for being uncomfortable regarding your interests.” I personally don’t think you are a zoophile especially with looking at your art and your likes.

1. Are you a proshipper (many think you are that’s why I’m asking)?

2. When I searched your name on Tumblr, I noticed a few people being disgusted and weirded out you found Valentino attractive and liked ValAngel, using it as a “gotcha moment” against you and I think that’s dumb. I personally don’t ship it but I do find the ship interesting. I never cared if adults shipped Valentino/Angel Dust.

3. Thoughts on this? Is this No NSFW outdated for the Dutch angel dragon community? If you have screenshots I would love to see them.

4. Thoughts on this?

5. Thoughts on this?

6. Anonymous user accused you of being creepy towards other critics and talking about non pro shipper’s abrasively. In my comment section you mentioned criticizing pro-shippers, do you have any screenshots of that.

7. Context behind this? The user who made this post mentioned you apologized to them.

(I’ll come back cuz with more stuff).

I don't blame anyone for being uncomfortable with my interests either! You like what you like and you don't like what you don't like, and I'm a die hard monsterfucker and horror aficionado with a very firm policy on fiction vs. reality. If that's not to anyone's comfort level, no hard feelings.

That said!

1. I don't call myself a proshipper anymore because proshipper means wildly different things to different people and I was tired of fighting for a term instead of the concept that people should be allowed to explore things they wouldn't be okay with in real life in the safety of their imaginations. That being the case, I've got people who call themselves antis in my audience and in my server. My blog's open to anyone and everyone who wants to be here and talk about these things.

2. Of course I used to like Valentino and ValAngel, it was a fascinating ship and some of the fandubs for Valentino were hot as hell! Shipping something doesn't necessarily mean I want them to be together forever, just that I found their dynamic worth exploring.

It used to be that everyone was unanimous in their agreement that Val was the scum of the earth, and ever since that's changed and the fandom has started blaming Angel for "being ungrateful," I've fallen out of love with them, but my problem still isn't with anyone who likes ValAngel -- it's with the way Viv herself treats the ship and the way she Trojan Horsed it into the show and belittled survivors who were uncomfortable.

3. This one's especially funny because I guarantee you the Viv standom, who never heard of Dutch Angel Dragons before they learned about mine, care more about this than the actual mods do. NSFW Dutches actually are disallowed, and it will get you banned from Dutch spaces, but that's all. My little group has actually talked to Ino herself about it; one of the rules of my Dutch Rebel server is that you're allowed to do whatever you like with your own character, but absolutely no NSFW of OCs whose owners have said they're not comfortable with that.

As for "they all have the intelligence of children!" that's ridiculous. The mods themselves have Dutches who curse, wield guns, and like Satellite, grapple with their war trauma. This differs from character to character depending on preference, and Satellite's a fully grown adult with the mind of a grown adult.

4. This one's a patented DJ Blitz Crazy Take! It's a South Park reference.

5. I maintain that "drawn CP" shouldn't be a term because CP is a real, absolutely reprehensible crime, which is why the word has such a gutpunch visceral effect. I think it's absolutely crucial that it keep that gutpunch effect; alarm fatigue is a real and extremely dangerous thing. Drawings of say, Gravity Falls characters, whatever your stance on that, are their own thing and we need to talk about them as their own thing.

6. Sure do! I know I've talked quite about about how the Twitter proship community is a completely different animal, and absolutely batshit insane. People were coming over with horror stories and because I'm mostly on tumblr, I had no idea.

I've also called out people for shipping ships I actually like in ways that I consider dangerous. One notable example is some rando who defended a ship by saying "14 is on the cusp of womanhood" and yeah, someone check that guy's hard drive, please.

7. Yeah, anyone claiming Andre and Stella's dynamic (read: making repeated sexual comments to your sibling, unwanted touching) is normal sibling banter raises ten kinds of alarm bells, but it wasn't my intention to genuinely freak this person out and I actually did apologize in private.

If you've got any more questions, feel free to send them and I'd be happy to answer!

[war-criminal-watari]

I can't see the picture very well, but the arrow-shaped clip makes me think it's a Parker pen

The body seems too consistently thick to be a Parker 45, and the nib is also not correct for that. Parker 50 could match, but once again, the nibs of these are entirely different.

In all honesty, if it weren't for the clip, I'd go out on a hunch and say it could be a Kaweco Sport. However, I have not held Kaweco Sport in forever and can't remember how it sized up compared to my hand. It was a rather small pen.

Difficult to say from the panel, but looking at the nib, I doubt it is a capless pen. So, we're looking for something that has pretty consistent thickness, a long cap, and is likely from Parker due to the clip shape (I personally don't know other pen brands with that specific clip shape). Also, the tip of the cap is made of metal, but rest of the pen is probably one dark colour.

Parker Premier could almost fit... but they stopped manufacturing that in 1994, and it is not entirely black. The black version has golden accents. And the cap is too short.

The shape, the clip, and the clip length of Parker 51 would fit, and it would be absolutely iconic of the mafia to test the Death Note with one of Parker's most beloved pens in history. However, there is no model of Parker 51 to my knowledge with cap that is NOT entirely made of metal, and once again, the nib does not fit.

In the end, the closest I could find in like 30 minutes was Parker Frontier in Metallic Burgundy. However, the clip is not metallic for this one.

Is it a good writing experience? Well, I hear praises to the heaven and beyond about Parker classics(50, 51, etc) but I got a Parker Urban 3 years ago and to this day I haven't written a complete sentence with it. It's horrificially dry and unusable for me, even after cleaning, buying new ink, and cleaning it again. In the end, I just remained loyal to my Kaweco Sports and Lamy Al-Stars(I love Lamy Al-Star!!! Best goddamn pen I have ever written with in my whole damn life!!! I unironically have 4 different Al-Starts, and 3 of them have different nibs. It's just such a powerhouse of a pen, and so damn durable in my experience. Some of them do tend to leak a little while writing though. Overall, nice, durable, wet and affordable pen.)

I just noticed that when Soichiro Yagami exchanges the Death Note for Sayu and the mobster tests it, he's using a goddamn fountain pen. 💀

[prydon]

Juno Steel and the Things We Buried [get it here!]

I think there's a kind of fear that always comes with being in love. When letting someone else hold so much of you all at once. They could let you fall at any second if they wanted to. So how the hell do you get over that fear? Trust that they won't let you go, that they will hold you up, the same way that you hold them? And then I thought about a hotel on Mars a long time ago. A place where, to be honest, I let Nureyev fall. No wonder he was scared, no wonder I was too. But how the hell are we supposed to get past that?

[arsenicflame]

It's a time-honoured tradition- every time Sam comes across Izzy (and Ed) in their travels, he asks Izzy to marry him. And every time, Izzy turns him down.

At this point, Sam is asking more for the sake of it than any belief Izzy will ever say yes, a remnant of childhood dedication touched with 30 years of heartbreak and regret- though even now, a small part of him still holds out hope. Sam's promises have only got more extravagant over the years, from a job as his first mate, to a captaincy, a fleet at his command, a whole fucking island if that's what Izzy wants- but he knows it isn't though, not really. If Izzy was ever going to agree to marry him, to leave his life and go with Sam, it wouldn't be for anything Sam could offer him. Izzy never did care for flashy shows of wealth, for a ship or to be captain. The only thing that ever mattered to him was loyalty given, and loyalty shown in return. 

It all comes to a head after Stede left and came back, after Izzy lost a toe, lost his leg. Sam hasn't seen him since before things with Ed started to really slide off the rails, before stress permanently set into the lines of Izzy’s face. So, when he sees a dishevelled man with a hoof for a leg in a no-name port, he doesn't even consider the idea that he might know him. It's only when he turns towards him, and Sam catches a glance at those oh too familiar tattoos, he realises this is Izzy, his Izzy, that stands before him.

Knowing Izzy's discomfort with pity, he doesn't treat him any differently than he would in years gone by, positioning himself in Izzy's line of sight before approaching and sweeping him up into a bone crushing hug. 

“Israel-goddamn-Hands!” he exclaims, as Izzy grumbles back a begrudging “Samuel-fucking-Bellamy”, a tradition almost as old as their friendship itself. Izzy might not hug him back, but he can’t keep the corner of his mouth from twitching, just for a second.

(If Sam holds Izzy a little tighter and a little longer than usual, well. That's his business)

By the time Sam lets go, most of the crew has appeared in the town square, drawn in by the commotion. They may have given Izzy his leg and welcomed him as one of them, but still there’s an underlying tension, with nobody quite ready to set aside everything that happened before the Kraken. Seeing him cosying up to an unknown man sets everyone on edge, unsure whether to come to their first mate’s aid, or to assume that they've been betrayed once again.

When Ed sees that the yelling was Sam, his hand goes tense where it's held in Stede's. He knows the routine, has seen it more times than he can count, but as he watches them part he realises that this is the first time in a long time he's unsure of what Izzy's response will be.

Knowing that something’s different, knowing that Izzy's feeling vulnerable already, Sam doesn't go for the same flashy proposal he’s been giving for years. He doesn't promise Izzy the world, he doesn't cause a scene (or, any more of a scene than he already has, anyway). He looks at the fractured man in front of him, takes his face in his hands, and says the exact same thing to him he said when they were little more than boys. “Israel, I have to ask you. I know what you'll say, but I have to try. Come with me. Marry me and sail away with me. I'll keep you safe”

And Izzy… hesitates. He glances over at Ed, at Stede, and says to Sam “...We’re staying in port for a week. Ask me again then”

That's the moment Sam knows there is something deeply, horribly, wrong. He's not just looking at an Izzy who got seriously injured in a fight and is struggling to cope, this is something so much bigger than that- and that Ed has something to do with it. Izzy wouldn't even be considering leaving if he didn't. Whether it was negligence or something more sinister, Sam doesn't yet know, but he intends to find out.