#i love tas little known fact

[talk-nerdy-to-me-thyla]

ok so im obsessed now, and ive learned a little bit more about the Roddenberry Archive, the project responsible for Star Trek Unification.

This goes a LOT further than just the one short film. Rod Roddenbery is heading "a multi-decade collaboration to preserve Gene Roddenberry’s lifetime of work for future generations to experience in next generation media formats."

Basically they're digging deep into concept work for star trek phase II, Star Trek: Planet of the Titans, the motion picture novelization, and the Cage. Mostly with a goal an preservation and recreation? its a lot of meticulous 3d models and renders. They want to make physical sets for everything. They're really heavily into the cage pilot, which is why THIS girl with the pony tail keeps showing up. her name is J.M. Colt

they are apparently developing a Roddenberry Archive Interactive Exhibit (WHICH I GOTTA ATTEND SO BAD) based off the Cage. theyre implementing "new holographic mediums for future generations to experience Gene Roddenberry’s legacy with the highest levels of immersion and historical fidelity." which sounds BANANAS. It's a fully immersive, interactive 360-degree experience where you can just WALK around the cage enterprise. You can use the turbolift to go to different levels, flip through Spock’s presentation of Talos IV in the briefing room, go through all of pikes stuff in his room. AND YOU LEAVE. BY BEAMING OUT.

I WANA GO SO BAD

Also bonus:

They got a little Animated series Arex!! Look at him!!! My boy!!

feel free to correct me if im wrong or add stuff! All of what i know is from like 2022 lol

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[wilonevys]

𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐔 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 (𝟏/𝟐)

the list of the smaus i've read and liked so far!

completed ✔️ - discontinued/on hold ❌ personal favourites 💎 - ongoing 🟩 - smut/nsfw 🔞

note: any smau that hasn’t been updated in over a year will be considered discontinued.

en- sunghoon and maknae line smau recs click HERE!

txt smau recs click HERE!

sorry for the tags!

links are under the cut!

hyung line/multiple

𓆩♡𓆪 « confident » ✔️ 💎 🔞 by @bambisgirl

SYNOPSIS. after graduating high-school and having a major glow-up over summer, you became more confident in yourself and got the title of the most popular girl at decelis university in your first week of freshman year. you instantly dethroned all of the sophomore girls, on top of being so pretty, kind, smart and sexy… girl you have it all. yet you’re still the same kind, naïve and funny y/n that can’t refuse anyone coming her way. after all, you know what they say… confidence makes a girl sexy but kindness is key!

𓆩♡𓆪 « no nut november » ✔️ 🔞 by @jayflrt

SUMMARY ▸ four men suppressing their carnal instincts for thirty days doesn’t sound plausible, but it’s no nut november, so victory is crucial. yet, there’s only one obstacle keeping lee heeseung, park jongseong, sim jaeyun, and park sunghoon from their prize: you. game on, boys.

𓆩♡𓆪 « to do: find a boyfriend » 🟩 by @seokgyuu

being single for three and a half years all of your friends are tired of your constant whining. while your girlfriends want you to just get laid, your boy-friends, on the other hand, just think you should pick one of them to date. ignoring them all, you instead decide to try out a dating app to find your match.

𓆩♡𓆪 « r u online? » ❌ (on hold) 💎 by @hoonvrs

SYNOPSIS seems like there’s a small problem between the four best friends when they each find themselves crushing on the same girl. now it’s left up to you to decide who’s your endgame.

𓆩♡𓆪 « zoom » ❌ 💎 🔞 by @enhas-bestie

SYNOPSIS: In which Y/N has a zoom meeting and it turns out that her TA! is incredibly hot. Things escalate. Chaos ensures.

lee heeseung

𓆩♡𓆪 « buy one, take me » ✔️ by @heeracha

synopsis: with his best friend asking him for help because said best friend was scared he wasn't "boyfriend material" enough, heeseung looks for flower shops for his best friend's girlfriend. thankfully, jake knows someone from the university who has an aunt that owns a flower shop, you. now, heeseung messages you and shyly, but shamelessly asks if he can get any promos or discounts to which you shamelessly answered him, "buy one, take me". heeseung doesn't pass on this, of course. after all, you are pretty damn cute.

𓆩♡𓆪 « you, me and the moon » ✔️ by @heeracha

synopsis: lee heeseung is a famous frat boy who is known to be mysterious since he would always stay at the corner to observe people passing by but he does not like the fact that his eyes would linger a little longer on you than he likes to admit because who the fuck is he kidding? you're way too good for him.

𓆩♡𓆪 « so sick ! » ✔️ 💎 by @yeonjunszn

summary: when your boyfriend of almost eight years cheats on you your senior year of university, you decide that you’re done with anything and everything to do with love. that is, until you meet a guy who sings love songs for a living.

𓆩♡𓆪 « hands on you » ✔️ 💎 by @thatfeelinwhenyou

IN WHICH; I-LAND 2 happened and you debuted first place as the leader of LUMIÈRE. Having been told that your group is involved in a lore crossover with ENHYPEN, you navigate work, friendship, and love while trying to make it in an industry filled with animosity and condemnation. When life throws you lemons, you gotta make lemonades chuck it right back!

𓆩♡𓆪 « the revenge pact » ✔️ by @boyfhee

synopsis: lee heeseung is the handsome yet good for nothing mysterious boy living a floor below you, who dropped out of college and is living quite a lavish life. when you get fired from your job, ending up struggling to make your ends meet and failing to pay the rent, heeseung offers you rather an eccentric proposal : pay the rent or be his girlfriend.

𓆩♡𓆪 « sugar daddy » ✔️ 💎 by @jayflrt

SUMMARY ▸ in which heeseung accidentally becomes your sugar daddy, but funding a sugar baby is hard when you’re a broke college student.

𓆩♡𓆪 « a stoner's guide to starbucks » ✔️ 💎 by @jayflrt

SUMMARY ▸ in which you work at the starbucks where heeseung is a regular at (and considered a public enemy). also he only goes when he’s stoned off his ass.

𓆩♡𓆪 « poison » ✔️ 🔞 by @onlyjaeyun

synopsis: new city, new people, a new life. after finally getting the chance to live your dreams, you're ready to close old chapters, only for a certain someone who's always been off limits to open again...

𓆩♡𓆪 « verboten » ✔️ 🔞 by @heesbaby

SYNOPSIS; a bad stroke of luck saw lee heeseung, your dads coworker, moving into your small apartment until he found his feet again. emotionally unavailable and a workaholic, you were going to try your absolute hardest to make him loosen up. even if it meant breaking a few of the house rules he'd set out.

𓆩♡𓆪 « anonymous » ✔️ 🔞 by @heesbaby

synopsis: heeseung had been your biggest supporter for months under the pseudonym ethan, sending you money in return for content and interactions. he stuck around, spending half his paycheck just for your attention, until the delusions of your work convinced him you were his.

𓆩♡𓆪 « a little dramatic » 🟩 by @heeliopheelia

yn: knock knock

heeseung: who's there?

yn: your annoying best friend

heeseung: your annoying best friend who?

yn: your annoying best friend who has to do a kissing scene in the school play but she's never been kissed before and needs you to teach her how to do it so that she doesn't make a fool out of herself in front of her crush

...in other words heeseung's down bad, yn is an idiot in denial and riki gives everyone a headache.

𓆩♡𓆪« trainees » 🟩 💎 by @hoonvrs

SYNOPSIS heeseung wasn’t known as ‘the ace’ for nothing, constantly ranking number one after every monthly evaluation. then suddenly a new name takentakes over first place — baek ‘Rin’, and heeseung doesn’t take lightly to competition.

𓆩♡𓆪 « fancam » ❌ 💎 by @bambisgirl

SYNOPSIS. you’re a rookie camerawoman for kpop music shows and you’re designed to film lee heeseung’s focused fancams for this enhypen comeback. you know he’s just an idol but… you spent $500 on a 4k mirrorless full frame 12.1 mp camera just to catch a better glimpse of him.

𓆩♡𓆪 « reality check » ❌ 💎 by @yunverse

SYNOPSIS › Shocked by the sudden revelations, yn realizes that she has been pulled into another world belonging to her favourite reverse-harem novel as the female lead’s best friend. Content with her new life, she excitedly watches from the sidelines knowing every single encounter in the novel would be unravelling right in front of her. However, as time goes on, she slowly comes to the horrifying realization that the characters she seemingly idolized are not who they seem to be.

𓆩♡𓆪 « nevertheless, (ft. park jay) » ❌ by @postalenha

SYNOPSIS, after a horrendous break up, you met a guy at a bar. you two instantly clicked and got close the whole night, so close that the two of you almost kissed. but you ran off, and planned to never see him again. but what will happen if one day, a commotion started at your university; girls going crazy over the new handsome guy in fashion design. and there you see the man standing with a butterfly tattoo on his nape. the same man from the bar, looking for you.

park jongseong

𓆩♡𓆪 « adore you » ✔️ 💎 by @enzenwriting

Summary: Debuting as BE:LIFT Lab’s next solo artist, you reunite with your best friend Jungwon in Enhypen! With the groups’ quick fondness towards you, a certain member is sure he adores you extra with brotherly and senior care! But what if Jay finds that this doting is unlike his feeling towards his younger members because he definitely does not want to kiss Yang Jungwon like he does to you?!

𓆩♡𓆪 « reparations » ✔️ (short smau) 💎 by @jayflrt

SUMMARY ▸ in which jay is a dog.

𓆩♡𓆪 « deuce! » ✔️ 💎 by @jaeminvore

summary: one may ask, what would happen if you put a prodigy and a hard worker in one room? Absolute chaos. Jay and Y/N absolutely hated each other’s guts. Having been rivals from middle school until present, it’s a cruel twist of fate that they ended up going to the same university years later. To make matters even worse, both have been selected as captains for the men’s and women’s volleyball team respectively.

The coaches, the managers—hell, both teams knew they had to put an end to this ridiculous beef as they were slowly tarnishing the esteemed reputation of both teams, but the question is: how?

𓆩♡𓆪 « strictly business » ✔️ 🔞 💎 by @onlyjaeyun

synopsis: two people, two different stories, two different hearts, one capital city. a story in which a young secretary from a small town manages to bring a new breath of fresh air into the life of seoul's most famous and untouchable ceo.

𓆩♡𓆪 « more than this » ✔️ 🔞 by @heesbaby

in a society where hybrid's were still made to feel like nothing, you wanted to show jay how much more he was worth

𓆩♡𓆪 « are you blackmailing me? » ✔️ by @liliansun

Synopsis: Jay has his eyes on you, but you couldn’t care less. When he finally musters up the courage to speak to you, you ask him about his friend instead. In attempts to salvage his chance, he agrees to help you if you help him in return.

𓆩♡𓆪 « 21st century girl » ✔️ 💎 by @hoonvrs

SYNOPSIS where jay 'claims’ he has a girlfriend but none of his friends believe him because how are you a girl in the 21st century and don't have any social media, right? and if you and jay continue to let them think your relationship is fake for entertainment purposes, nobody has to know.

𓆩♡𓆪 « yours forever in 786 » 🟩 🔞 by @jayflrt

SUMMARY ▸ after being blackmailed into accepting an assignment, jay park, a young private detective, is thrown back into college. this time, though, he’s at an ivy league and tasked to follow you to uncover what dark secrets your old money family is hiding. in doing this, jay must fraternize with your inner circle by joining a secret society called the "order of kryptos.” what he doesn’t realize is that the deeper he gets into his mission, the more he starts to lose himself.

𓆩♡𓆪 « knock me down » ❌ 💎 by @nekkodiaries

SUMMARY: park jay lives life as a hot-headed gamer by day and.. well.. still a hot-headed gamer by night— except he secretly goes by the name killstrike. after losing a pubg duo match, he finds himself trash-talking his teammate notursniper, who happens to be the mysterious classmate he's been admiring for over a year and more.

𓆩♡𓆪 « friendzoned » ❌ by @szniki

summary! - nishimura yn has been pining for her best friend jay park since 7th grade, but she’s well aware that jay will continue to be oblivious and had accepted that she’s stuck in the friendzone, that is until she befriends a foreign exchange student from australia and jay can’t help but feel jealous over how quick yn and her new friend are bonding

𓆩♡𓆪 « can i call you tonight? » ❌ by @heesbaby

yn needs money. that’s the only reason she keeps agreeing to babysit jay’s son each week. nothing was ever going to blossom out of it, not with jay - a workaholic 6 years older than her. she keeps telling herself that every time his smile lingers a little too long on his lips, but each time she dials his number into her phone, he picks up before the second ring.

𓆩♡𓆪 « nevertheless, (ft. lee heeseung) » ❌ by @postalenha

SYNOPSIS, after a horrendous break up, you met a guy at a bar. you two instantly clicked and got close the whole night, so close that the two of you almost kissed. but you ran off, and planned to never see him again. but what will happen if one day, a commotion started at your university; girls going crazy over the new handsome guy in fashion design. and there you see the man standing with a butterfly tattoo on his nape. the same man from the bar, looking for you.

sim jaeyun

𓆩♡𓆪 « the world's a little blurry » ✔️ by @0x1lovebot

synopsis: having feelings for someone who’s in a relationship is already so hard to deal with. so imagine jake’s struggle when the taken girl that he’s had feelings for for years comes to him for help in physics. will he actually move on or will the lines start to blur between tutoring and romance?

𓆩♡𓆪 « doctors orders » ✔️ 💎 🔞 by @heesbaby

synopsis. jake was a little concerned by how often you were sat in his waiting room, but he couldn't deny how he searched his appointment list each morning hoping to see your name

𓆩♡𓆪 « after hours » ✔️ 💎 🔞 by @heesbaby

SYNOPSIS; jake sim, bassist of AFTERHOURS and all round terrible guy, so deep in his self absorbed world where everything went his way and everyone fell at his feet. he hardly noticed you moving in next door until he caught a glimpse of you in the hallway. completely uninterested in your neighbour, you did you best to ignore his advances. that was until you found yourself humming along to the songs he practiced every night.

𓆩♡𓆪 « hype boy » ✔️ 💎 🔞 by @onlyjaeyun

synopsis: after years of hiding himself in the responsibility of raising his youngest brother, jaeyun finally finds himself falling head over heels for the sweet college student from next door...

𓆩♡𓆪 « maybe we could be together » ✔️ 💎 by @jaeminvore

summary: in which Y/N has already accepted the fact that she will never be anything more than a best friend to Jake. She’s fine. She’s kept it all together for so long. However, Sunoo is a force to reckon with and he will do anything in his power to get Jake and Y/N together—Oh, and not to mention Sunoo really hates Jake’s current girlfriend, much to the annoyance of Y/N.

𓆩♡𓆪 « nights with you » ✔️ by @nvertheless

sypnosis — jake sim couldn’t sleep at night. with the stress of school taking over him he wasn’t able to fall asleep anymore.. until he gets recommend a nightly lofi channel to fall asleep to and it works really well for him.. not knowing your the owner of that nightly lofi channel.. and u possibly have the biggest crush on jake..

𓆩♡𓆪 « cigarettes » ✔️ 💎 by @hoonvrs

SYNOPSIS where university student jake develops a little crush on the girl he sees with a cigarette between her lips in the smoking area and decides he needs to impress her. how else would he do that except calling his smoker friend to teach him how to smoke ( spoiler: it doesn’t go so well. )

𓆩♡𓆪 « boomerang » ✔️ 💎 by @amakumos

SYNOPSIS: you and jake sim have always been academic rivals. it was always you against him for top of the class, and jake is sure that you two were made to hate each other. a couple years later when you debut and become an idol, you find yourself talking to him again - but it’s in a group chat with other aussie idols, and perhaps you realise that he isn’t that insufferable.

𓆩♡𓆪 « equation for disaster » ✔️ 💎 by @amakumos

SYNOPSIS — much to you and your boyfriend jake’s delight, there’s going to be a math championship for idols now. with both of you hellbent on winning, you two decide to be rivals again for just a little while. may the best star-crossed hater win. (the sequel to boomerang.)

𓆩♡𓆪 « collie duty » ✔️ by @filmbyjy

SYNOPSIS > being the new CEO to the ‘Sim Corp’ was hard and stressful. jake didn’t have much time to spend with layla and so he decides to get a dogsitter, you. though, you were originally already his secretary. how will dog sitting bring you two closer?

𓆩♡𓆪 « one note » 🟩 by @filmbyjy

SYNOPSIS > When you turned 18, you heard your best friend’s favourite song. Turns out, it was just one of the various signs to finding your soulmate. However, you couldn’t bring this up to jake. Not when he was in a happy relationship with your other best friend! Would you choose heartbreak or sacrifice your happiness for the sake of keeping the friendship

𓆩♡𓆪 « consequences of a one night stand » ✔️ 💎 🔞 by @luvyeni

( synopsis ). in which after a drunken hookup , y/n y/ln and are jake left with some heavy consequences and now they have to come to terms with it.

𓆩♡𓆪 « all about you » ✔️ by @heeliopheelia

synopsis: finding it harder and harder to keep your feelings hidden from one of your best friends, with each day you become more restless. with the confession constantly resting on the tip of your tongue, you wonder how much longer you’ll be able to keep your sweet secret to yourself. little did you know, the exact same question has been haunting jake’s mind, keeping him just as unsettled as you.

𓆩♡𓆪 « cat & dog » ❌ by @yeongwonie

SYNOPSIS a year after his notorious 10 months ending fairy, jake is confident that the occasional jokes and furry allegations have subsided. he's wrong, unfortunately, and no amount of teasing from his members could've prepared him for his ult—you—seeing the video.

𓆩♡𓆪 « lucid dream » ❌ 💎 by @yyunari

SYNOPSIS  . many might recognize y/n as one of the most beloved and rounded 4th generation idols. being in aespa brought her a lot of popularity and made her really well known, especially for her talents and bubbly personality. when y/n becomes a music bank mc along with enhypen’s sunghoon, what will happen when she meets her old high school crush from back in australia?

𓆩♡𓆪 « cupid's cure » ❌ by @amakumos

synopsis. as the new admins of cupid’s corner, gunwook and eunchae make it their mission to get back some of the couples that jungwon’s girlfriend had unintentionally broken up. one of the couples on their list are you and jake sim, also known as the self proclaimed “rizzler of oz”. you haven’t talked to jake since the breakup — because one, you don’t think you’re quite over him yet, and two, you have zero reason to speak to him! that is, until eunchae works her “magic” — she decides to post a confession (apparently coming from jake himself), saying that he still loves you.

𓆩♡𓆪 « pinky promise » ❌ by @sunboki

THE LAST SUMMER you spent with Jake Sim was the beginning of a disaster and it all began with a pinky promise. You left Australia a few days before high school to become a trainee under BigHit Entertainment, sending you far away from home, from Jake. Well, you didn’t know it back then, but Jake had also come to Korea as a trainee a year later, and fate worked its magic when you’re both selected as KBS MC’s together. The pinky promise in question? A promise to be together till the end.

note: sunghoon and maknae line smaus will be on another post! tumblr being a bitch and doesn't let me add more links :(

[monzamash]

★ last chance; long live the inbox graveyard! —i pick a long forgotten request in my inbox and write a short blurb or musings

hot tub time machine lando norris x you —no warnings, just fluff "could we get a number 14 (pool/hot tub sex) with lando pleaseeee? so excited that you’re writing again!!" —requested by anon on october 8th, 2024

“happy birthday, sweetheart...”

“i really needed this," he sighed, "knowing i would be home with you for this was the only thing getting me through the last few of weeks.”

lando could feel every single ache and pain wash away as he slid into the hot tub, stomach full of the gorgeous italian spread you’d ordered for dinner. his favourite. he swore you were an angel sent to earth, everything you did for him was heavenly, he could never find the words to tell you how much he loved you.

“you look so happy lan,” you smiled, dropping the kimono you’d worn during dinner as lando’s eyes cast across your body, luring you into the tub.

“i’m very happy - especially when i get to enjoy all of this… c’mere pretty girl.”

a soft giggle slipped from your lips as you grasped his hand, "let me get a bottle of red wine for us to share and i'll join you — do you wanna open the one daniel gave you?"

"ooo, are we entering that portion of the night?" lando asked suggestively as you stood up, shooting him quizzical look.

"what do you mean?" you asked earning a loud laugh from the tub, water splashing a little as lando pulled himself up to the edge, smiling over at you with a look you knew all too well.

"as soon as you start on the red wine, you get so frisky," he stated as if it was a well-known fact, one that you certainly weren't aware of.

"i do not!" you staunchly defended, earning another loud scoff.

"oh, wow," lando laughed, "yes, you do baby and i'm not complaining so crack her open..." he teased as you carefully stepped into the tub, with lando's help of course, eyes still narrowed in annoyance.

"okay so maybe wine makes me a little more amorous than usual but i think i'm just like that when i drink, no?" you pouted, earning yourself a pity kiss from the birthday boy.

"red wine makes you horny and that's okay," he teased again with a cheeky smirk on his face as you handed him the stemmed glass, "ta."

"we'll see then, won't we," you tutted, pouring two glasses of wine while lando chuckled to himself.

"i already know what's gonna happen but sure," he baited with a wink as he slowly dunked his head under the water and emerged with a shake of his wild curls, sending water flying across the room and all over you.

"you are so sure of yourself tonight."

lando's eyes skimmed across your body briefly while you claw-clipped your hair up, not wanting the hassle of having to dry it before going to bed. secretly you knew where the night was headed, red wine or not— it was his birthday after all, but you weren't about to admit that to the man hypnotised by your every move, jaw slack from the glorious view of your cleavage.

lando was a simple man.

"well, i am the birthday boy after all so i reserve the right to be cocky once a year, yeah?" he taunted from the other side of the tub.

"yeah, only once a year..." you rolled your eyes humorously.

the distance between the two of you seemed too far for lando, so he sculled the rest of his drink and carefully placed the glass on the floor before giving you a mischievous smile.

"steady on, party boy," you chuckled as he leaned forward and snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you into his warm hold.

"i just want to focus all of my attention on you," he whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear that had fallen out of your clip, his emerald irises darted over your face, finally resting on yours.

"i missed you a lot, you know."

you took that as an invitation to straddle his lap and rest your elbows over his shoulders, wine glass dangling from your fingers. lando smoothed his hands down your back and and pressed fiery kisses across your chest. his lips travelled back up your neck, along your jaw before finding your soft lips in a slow, passionate kiss. you moved in sync with him, bringing one of your hands up to trawl through his wet, tangled curls. the chlorine always got the best of them.

lando hummed quietly into the kiss before pulling back slightly, "this is the best birthday i've ever had... and i couldn't be more in love with you," he confessed as you took the chance to admire the sweet boy you'd chosen to share your life with.

you grasped his face gently between your hands and pressed another soft kiss to his lips, making sure he knew just how much you loved him, no matter what life threw your way.

"i love you too, darling... happy birthday."

a/n — the first of the end of (f1) season sale!! this hot tub request actually wasn't forgotten, just half-baked so thank you anon for sparking up the inspiration to finally finish it! hope you enjoyed it 😌

[gamblersdoll]

┗━━━━━━⊱ 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅’𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏

PROLOGUE

do you really know what betrayal feels like?

betrayal wasnt the first time you boyfriend eating your three full mooned left overs, that was looking to mold. betrayal wasnt the fact your best friend tried to use your expensive perfume. it was all in katsuki bakugou— the fifteenth ranked prohero, dynamight. the fucker who was technically your first love… or so you thought. you thought you both were high school sweethearts. no— why would you think that? it was just a quick relationship.

or, it was forced to be.

but it was many years ago. you were teenagers, so it didnt mean anything now.

but to you, it was personal. real, personal.

“do you have any idea where the red hearts are?” the detective asked, the interrogation room filled with two detectives, two heroes. they all were exhausted, working on this case for almost a year. the lowlife in question knew where the gang of lowlives were, he wasnt apart of it simply. “we can probably get a good deal with the district attorney. thats all up to you, bud” detective yamo said, a senior detective who was training a new detective— what was this, a dick wolf production?

the prospect smoked a long cigarette, although it said no smoking in the room. “mmm.. whats the deal? i wont accept anything twenty five to life-“

blackened gloves slam on the table, dynamight agitated. “listen here,” he gritted out, small eye bags, but not whole lot. “if you cooperate, we can let you live, im getting pretty sick of yer’ shit.” the hero growled, but he was right in some degree. yamo had sighed, pinching his nose.. the anger management sessions seem to be faltering again.

the prospect laughed, a mix of fear, delirium, and amusement. “ the red hearts?” he remembered, and shook his head. “ think they are suppose to clear out and relocate.”

“that helps us little to none, shika.” name dropping huh? said detective yamo. “where. are. they.” he asked, tall and tan— beard as scruffy as a bush, but hair lustrous as silk. too bad he was an old man, havent had any actual action in many years..

“supposed to be under some temple, all i know.” shika said, a all hands off gesture. “now, whats my promised deal?”

“i said might, never promised you.” yamo chuckled, rubbing his fingers through his beard and messing with the scar slightly under his eye.

the temple being himeji castle. how could they be there?

the red hearts being known for some thieving, and slight murder charges. they were unknown, all the feds knew was they would leave their emblem: a red heart, whether it was drawn, or carved out a person. the red hearts were considered cannibals, yet only two bite marks were in two different hearts that were broken from the hosts’ body.

so, to the himeji castle the heroes went to.

“whos car are we driving?” kaminari asked, a bag full of popcorn. “i wanna ride in kacchans porsche! only two people rode in it.” he frowned.

“if you wan’ ride in my car, you better not bring food in it.” he sighs, a quick push up of his mask to his forehead. “and thats because yer’ a biggie.”

“hey man! you know im trying to bulk, its big boy season!”

kirishima, also known as red riot, or primarily the ‘big daddy tank,’ popular by the ladies and some gentlemen— a standing ovation for his tall physique and his weight, instantly spots the blonde and charged hair. “muuustardddddd!” he yells, both he and chargebolt smacking the palms of their hands together, dap up if you will, followed with a ‘pow!’

“its too early for you ta be screamin, man.” katsuki sighed. dynamight, the most popular of the big three, for his attitude and back muscles— along with slutty thighs and waist. he was a little shorter than kirishima, but both being in the six foot three through six foot seven range.

—

the casual approach was to get underneath the castle, way before the red hearts could potentially leave without a trace. team a— which was team deku arrived on one side, consisting of izuku midoriya, todoroki shoto, ururaka ochako, and hitoshi shinso.

team b— who was deemed to charge head on with the fbi. katsuki bakugou, denki kaminari, kyoka jirou, and kirishima eijirou. the red head goes shoulder first, breaking the downstairs door down and immediately the guns came out, all armed and ready to go.

“hands!” at least most men shouted, scattering around the room to search, but not a whole lot of them found much.. until they did. “deku! heading your way!” one random officer alerted the broccoli colored fellow.

‘got it!’

team b still searched the temple, why did the red hearts stay here? why here? questions to be asked but probably will go unanswered. but, who cared why they stayed there! they were definitely criminals.

a dog barks, picking up some scent and then goes to the end of the hall that were a plain white door, locked.

“red! break this shit!” dynamight yelled, and red riot did just that. it opened, only a big room with just a mattress and— what seemed to be blood filled bags. all labeled as ‘o positive’ or ‘a positive’. bakugou’s heart raced, confusion but then his eyes looked.

to say he felt his heart rate went through the roof, a cold blooded shot ran through his body and he wanted to vomit right then and there.

“dude, you good?—“ chargebolt came up and pat his back, until he saw the familiar frame, the hair he used to enjoy seeing from time and time again.

‘team b, what do you got?’

the day comes back, the night you and katsuki had been the ones who were kidnapped. you werent scared, your quirk could get you out, along with katsuki’s.

but, thats not what happened, was it?

you remember his words, “ill keep you safe, you have’ta work with me, though , stupid.” his way of saying he’d protect you from the villains. especially since your quirk was deemed ‘villainous.’

but thats not what happened, was it? you poor thing.

having to see your highschool boyfriend being the one rescued. it stung, screaming for him— yet, he never looked back to see if you were behind him. he just left you, immediately jumping the gun to get the fuck out of the problem.

now that, thats what betrayal was.

and on top of that, he never made an effort to come and get you from what was the league.

how you became a red heart, it was a distant memory.

your body laid there, almost lifeless— well, it was. its been lifeless for many, many years. ever since you were a child, and taking after your fathers’ quirk.

you were cold, but warm. dead, but alive.

contempt, yet enraged.

dynamight, in his peripheral vision, sees a few officers raise their rifles at the body, until he shouts a hard ‘no!’ at them, and whispers. “i know her..”

kaminari just stands there, wide eyed along with kirishima. both felt a wave of guilt, until it was just kirishima who felt the world on his shoulders, feeling at guilt.

“how did…” kaminari starts trying to piece it all together, before he short circuits. “we— i thought we—“

“we never rescued her..” kirishima bites the inside of his cheek, his quirk hardening and cutting his skin. “i never..”

katsuki turns back to you, pressing the button on his headset and speaking.

“the red hearts arent here.” he says, eyes burning from the subtle panic attack. “eraserhead, come in here.”

the old teacher of yuuei rushed down, his own blood running rampant.

and a wave of relief, guilt, and shame came at once.. finding his old student .

END OF PROLOGUE— CHAPTER ONE COMING SOON.

[pottersfia]

more grumpy x sunshine theo x hufflepuff!reader please! fluff, but if you wanna add a lil angst in it too! reader is super sweet and everyone loves her (including the slytherine group who took her under their wing. i don’t have anything super specific, but i love your writing and need more of this trope. 🥹 maybe he’s grumpy towards everyone except her. anything haha!

a/n: theo is a little out of character here in my opinion buttttt him and the afraid of commitment trope just makes sense to me and it’s ok to be delulu 🫶🏾

word count: 927

you and theodore nott had interesting relationship. the slytherin boy had asked you out on a date and you gladly accepted. your time together went well, but instead of having the usual second and third dates, the two of you casually hung out together.

theodore's friends did not mind at all. they liked having you around. not only were you one of the few hufflepuffs who didn't negatively stereotype slytherins, but when you were around theodore was less grumpy and mean. they all knew he had crazy feelings for you.

this fact was less obvious to you, however. theodore was known for his nonchalant, grumpy nature and you were aware, but surely it would change with a girl he liked? you began to doubt that he even liked you after the date.

"maybe he just wants to be friends. i don't know what i did wrong." you grumbled to pansy. she gave you a puzzled look. you were sat with her in the slytherin common room at a friday night party.

"are you joking? he definitely likes you. he's just not that good at expressing his feelings." she motions over to where theodore was standing. across the common room, past the crowd of students was theodore, draco, and blaise. as soon as you turned your head to look in his direction your eyes met. you gave him a smile and a small wave which he responded to with a slight nod and brief tight lipped smirk back. he then turned back to his friends. you rolled your eyes.

"y/n he has been staring at you this entire time!" pansy said.

"if he actually likes me he needs to make it more obvious."

the two of your drift off in conversation about school, music, and eventually the likelihood of your classmates becoming rich and famous. but now you were thirsty. you excused yourself and stood up to grab yourself a drink.

a few boys you never talked to were standing around the drinks but you didn't mind. you would get something and quickly go back to pansy. you smiled at one of the boys who looked at you as you approached. you grabbed a can and began to make your way back until he spoke up.

"y/n?" he said which caught you off guard.

"huh?" you blinked blankly at him.

"y/n, right? i'm andrew. from divination." he smiled at you.

"oh. oh! andrew, hi." you smiled as you recognized your classmate. "sorry, you look so different out of your uniform."

"yeah, you too. you look incredible." he said, looking you up and down.

"thanks." you awkwardly laughed.

your brief greeting turned into a full on conversation which theodore, who was watching right next to you, did not enjoy.

"y/n." you paused your conversation and abruptly looked up to the side of you to see theodore. you tried to hold back a smile.

"hi theo." you replied. he gave you a small smile then looked past you at andrew.

"i need to talk to you." he said looking back at you. you tilted your head a little surprised and unsure what he wanted to talk about, but you kindly looked back at andrew.

"i'll see you later?" you said. he smiled and nodded. you walked away with theodore, missing the disgusted look he gave andrew.

the two of you settled in a corner on the opposite side of the common room. you leaned against the wall and looked up at him. all he did was give you another smile and place his hand on cheek.

"you're so pretty, y/n." his words are soft and you feel your knees practically go weak, but where was this coming from?

"theo.." you broke eye contact making him lift your head to look back at him. "what did you want to talk about?" you ask.

"i just wanted you to myself." he shrugged. you furrowed your eyebrows.

"stop being mean." you grab his hand and lower it off of you.

"what are you talking about?" he's shocked at your words, you never sound this serious.

"do you actually like me?" you ask him. he stays quiet. "it's frustrating because i thought our date went really well but i don't know what we are right now."

"it did go well." he replied.

"so now what, theo?" he's quiet again. his silence is loud to you. in your head it's obvious that he has no interest in being with you, so why entertain him? you scoff and walk again, hearing him call out your name as you exit the common room.

"y/n! stop, please." he caught up to you and you turned around to him. "i like you. a lot. i want to be with you but i don't think i'm relationship material."

"what do you mean?" you ask him.

"you should be with someone that can guarantee you a good relationship. i don’t know if i’m that person.” you frown at his words. theodore was had a reputation for being with multiple girls and coming off as somewhat rude but you saw more than that in him. the entire time you’ve known each other he’s treated you better than anyone ever has.

“i want to be with you, theo. no one else.” you say to him.

“are you sure?” he asks. you grab onto the collar of his shirt and pull him closer, giving him a kiss which he gladly reciprocates.

“very sure.” you say as you slightly pull apart, just for him to kiss you once again.

[smilelikeacheshirecat]

Possessive

Pairing: Bridget Hearts x fem!reader

Genre: incredibly fluffy

note: OC name Cherise aka daughter of Cheshire Cat. I just love the cheshire cat and this oc character.

word count: 2k

Summary: Bridget and Cherise have been friends since before they transfer in Merlin Academy but after seeing Cherise in the arms of another, Bridget gets a little possessive.

It was a well-known fact around Merlin Academy of how close Cherise and Bridget are. The two wonderlandian are always seen together and they know that the cheshire cat wasn't one to mingle with others unless necessary. They would often find the magical cat either floating lazily around the school—sometimes above Bridget's head or sometimes curled up in the princess' arms.

Cherise wasn’t one to socialize unless absolutely necessary. As a Cheshire Cat, she lived by her own rules—appearing and disappearing as she pleased, often causing more confusion than clarity with her cryptic words and playful antics. A handful of students found her unsettling, especially when she’d float by with nothing but her head visible, her signature grin gleaming against the air, some find her adorable especially in her cat form despite her unique colours of her fur. As for Bridget, she was nothing short of a beloved companion.

The Princess of Wonderland never really mind and would sometimes even anticipate it. Whenever she sees Cherise approaching—floating towards them—she would empty whatever is in her lap or arms and let the cat crawl and lay herself comfortably, she does this in her cat form of course.

Bridget never minded Cherise’s oddities—in fact, she cherished them. Whenever she saw the cat-like girl approaching, whether gliding lazily through the air or padding quietly along in her cat form, Bridget would immediately make space. She’d empty her lap, clear her arms, and welcome Cherise with open hands. It had become a familiar, comforting routine—Bridget would sit down somewhere, and within minutes, Cherise would appear, as if called by an invisible thread that bound them together.

And Cherise would let her caress her fur as much as the princess like, which is all the time.

It truly is no secret that the Bridget adores the cheshire cat. And she secretly took pride of how whenever other students tried to touch Cherise she would just flash them her trademark cheshire grin which would often scare them. And if that doesn't work, she would evaporate, away from their touch, and would only return if they leave or when Bridget calls for her.

Today was no different. The two sat together in the academy’s sprawling courtyard, surrounded by the hum of other students enjoying their lunch break. The golden afternoon light bathed the grounds, and the ivy-covered towers of the academy loomed overhead, casting long shadows over the students below. While Bridget balanced her lunch in one hand and a quill in the other, trying to finish her homework, Cherise had already finished eating and now lounged in her favorite spot—Bridget’s lap, curled up in her small, sleek cat form.

Bridget absentmindedly stroked Cherise’s fur, the rhythmic motion helping her concentrate on the complex equations in front of her. Every so often, Cherise’s tail would flick, and her purring would grow louder, vibrating softly against Bridget’s legs.

While Bridget focused on her work, Cherise kept a lazy eye open, always alert to her surroundings despite her relaxed appearance. She noticed the way the VKs—Villain Kids—kept their distance whenever she was around. Bridget, for her part, never questioned why they stayed away. She assumed it was coincidence or luck. But the cat knew better. It was her presence, her reputation, and her terrifying cheshire grin that kept them at bay.

The VKs weren’t the only ones intimidated by Cherise. Even some of the regular students of Merlin Academy found her eerie. But that didn’t stop them from being curious, especially about her relationship with Bridget.

A group of students approached their table, their footsteps cautious but eager. Cherise’s ears twitched at the sound, but she didn’t move. She knew what was coming—they always asked the same thing.

"Hey Bridget?" a group of students approached them.

Bridget looked up, pulling her attention away from her homework. “Yes?”

"Can we asked you something?" The student shuffled their feet awkwardly, as if unsure how to phrase their question.

Bridget smiled warmly, always happy to talk with others. "Of course, anything"

“Well,” the student began, glancing down at Cherise, who appeared to be asleep in Bridget’s lap, “how come you’re the only one who can hold Cherise? She never lets anyone else near her, but with you, she’s… well… like this.” They gestured toward the cat, their voice tinged with envy.

The others in the group nodded in agreement, clearly just as baffled by the phenomenon. “Yeah, she never lets us pet her, but she’s always with you,” one added. Their tone was light, but the underlying jealousy was unmistakable.

Bridget blinked in surprise. She knows she's not the only one who founds the Cheshire cat adorable, both in human and cat form. A handful of students like Cherise but none of them were ever blessed with her attention. Only Bridget has that privilege which just adds more jealousy.

She looked down at Cherise, whose chest rose and fell gently with each breath. "Oh" she said, her voice soft as she stroked the cat’s fur. "I don't really know what you mean. Maybe she's just shy?" she said sounding unsure herself. She could never guest that the feline on her lap likes her. More or else how Cherise doesn't know Bridget likes her too.

Even as she said it, Bridget couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to it. Cherise wasn’t shy—far from it. She was confident, mischievous, and often a little too bold for her own good. But with Bridget, there was a softness, a willingness to be vulnerable that the cat rarely showed to anyone else.

There are also times when Cherise would joke around and messed with the princess, stealing her new bake treats first and sometimes even clothes and never gives them back or homework to copy but those, she still returns of course. But no matter how much the cheshire cat denies it, deep down she likes the princess just as much as she does her.

The students weren’t satisfied with Bridget’s answer, but they didn’t push. "Can I?" without even waiting for a reply, the student tried to reach out to what they thought the cat was 'asleep' and clueless of their presence, unbeknownst to them that she was aware of them the moment they started walking towards them.

Bridget's eyes widen, wanting to protest since she didn't want anyone to disturb her sleep but then she recalls how she knows her more than anyone else. And just like how she predicted before the student was about an inch away from her, Cherise's body evaporated, disappearing into thin air, leaving nothing but a trail of blue mist and, of course, her infamous grin. The grin hovered in the air for a moment longer, wide and sharp, before it too faded into nothingness.

The group groaned in frustration, but they weren’t surprised. They had seen this trick before. With a resigned sigh, they waved goodbye to Bridget and walked away, still muttering about how 'unfair' it was that Cherise only let Bridget hold her.

Bridget chuckled softly, shaking her head. She loved how Cherise always knew exactly when to vanish. Once the students were out of sight, she leaned back in her seat. “You can come back now,” she called, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

And indeed, Cherise reappear almost instanty, this time in her human form. She stood behind Bridget, her lithe body pressed lightly against the princess’s back. Without saying a word, Cherise draped her arms around Bridget’s shoulders, resting her chin on her shoulder. 

Bridget's smile never falter, in fact it grew wider at the thought that Cherise won't let anyone hold her but her. A sigh of relief escape her lips at the warmth the cat-like girl brings from the hug.

"Are you finish yet? I want cookies" Cherise whined. She made an excuse for them to return back to the princess' dorm since it was staring to get a little chilly and it worries her that Bridget might catch a cold from it.

Bridget giggled “Alright, alright,” she said before closing her notes and stood up, not knowing the hidden meaning from the cat's excuse. Cherise levitated from the ground and floats above the princess as she follows her.  she said. “Let’s head back to my dorm. We can bake something before it gets too late.”

Cherise’s lips curved into a small smile, though she remained quiet. She had her own reasons for wanting to head inside. The air had grown colder as the afternoon wore on, and though Bridget hadn’t noticed, Cherise did. The cat-girl didn’t want her princess catching a cold, so cookies made the perfect excuse to usher her indoors.

As they made their way across the courtyard, Cherise floated beside Bridget, occasionally drifting just above the ground. Her presence was as light as a feather, yet her affection for the princess was undeniable.

—

It wasn't long until Bridget and Ella became friends., much to Cherise’s initial dismay. Ella, a soft-spoken girl with a sharp wit, had become fast friends with Bridget after an encounter during Potions class. Though Cherise had been skeptical at first—sharing Bridget’s attention wasn’t something she enjoyed—she quickly realized that Ella meant no harm. In fact, Ella made Bridget happy, and that was enough for Cherise to tolerate her presence. 

Ella, at first, wasn't sure about Cherise but she truly like Bridget, she's not like other royals in the school, and she happy to be friends with her. It took a little getting use to with the girl floating around and turning into a cat that could grin but after seeing how she interacts with Bridget. It did took a while for the cat to warm up to the blue-haired girl, and soon enough, the three of them became a small but close-knit group. She slowly became comfortable with her, to the point where others could see Ella and Cherise together as they wait for Bridget.

On one particularly crisp autumn afternoon, Bridget and Ella were walking out of their last class of the day. They were planning on going to the library to finish up homework early so that Ella could help Bridget with her next bake goods she was planning on making for tomorrow.

"I'm thinking of making gingerbread man this time" Bridget said, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Would this be a normal gingerbread man or . . . " Ella grinned.

Bridget giggled. "Of course not. I'm using a few ingredients from wonderland" she stated happily.

Ella just shook her head, chuckling at how bubbly her best friend is. Baking with her is actually fun, every new creation was a mystery especially after Bridget started using ingredients from wonderland.  Bridget’s Wonderland ingredients often led to unpredictable—but delicious—results.

As they walked, they were interrupted by the sight of a familiar striped tail dangling lazily in front of them. Looking up, they saw Cherise in her cat form, floating mid-air as if resting on an invisible branch. She was, as usual, fast asleep, her body swaying gently in the breeze. 

With a sleepy stretch, Cherise floated down toward them, drifting like a falling leaf. Without even opening her eyes, she landed directly in Ella’s arms, much to the girl’s surprise.

"Hey Cherise, still sleepy as always." Ella said, laughing as she cradled the cat.

Ever since Bridget introduce the blue-haired girl to her as her friend. Cherise had come to terms and tolerate the girl. And now she would sometimes accompany her whenever Bridget asked her.

But right now, the sight of the cheshire cat in the arms of another made Bridget pout. She stuffed all of her things in her bag before grabbing the cat out of Ella's arms and cradling the feline in hers.

The action startled the blue-haired girl but Cherise didn't even woke from her sleep, unbothered by what happen, just letting Bridget handle her.

Ella raise a brow at her friend and smirked. "Possessive much B?" She asked in a teasing voice.

"No I'm not." Bridget denied but the blush on her face betrayed her.

Ella just laughed at her as the princess buried her face on Cherise' fluffy body.

Cherise on the other hand was thankful that she was in her cat form or else she would have exposed herself as well, as she felt her cheeks heat up from what she just heard.

[lohotine]

AN: IM OUT HERE SIMPING FOR ANYTHING THAT BREATHES. anyway ♡

BUT OMG, EHEHEHEHEB 🤭

Longan Dragon x Reader

Oneshot

Warnings: just fluff

-Falling in love-

A cool spring breeze flows throughout a flowery medow, causing the grass to sway. Resting in the middle of the field were the Ivory Dragon and yourself.

Quite the rare scene indeed, since getting Longan dragon to agree to something as trivial as making flower crowns is a very difficult thing to manage.

They themself had wondered why they agreed to it. There was nothing particularly special about the day; you had just randomly asked if they'd like to make the things with you.

And despite that, they couldn't bring themself to say no.

So here the two of you were: sitting in a large, open field as you taught Longan how to make flower crowns.

"And just like this-" you held up the end result and showed it to them. "Ta-da!" A bright smile was on your face.

Longan would continue giving you that cold, emotionless stare they always had on their face. If you hadn't known them well, you'd think they were uninterested.

But of course, if Longan saw this as a waste of time, they would have said so already.

You leaned towards them, carefully placing the now complete flower crown atop their head.

If it were anyone else trying to get this close to them, Longan would have killed them already.

So why were you the anomaly?

You hadn't done anything to earn this dragon's respect. All you ever did was talk with them sometimes or complete small projects such as this one.

The way you treated them as if they couldn't destroy you at any second... How content you always were.

It was so naive... yet so captivating and peaceful at the same time.

It couldn't be.. had Longan developed a soft-spot for you? Had you melted this uncaring dragon's cold heart?

Your voice soon snapped them out of their daze.

"Here, you make one next!" You placed some freshly picked flowers into their hands and began to recite the steps to them.

It was easy, of course. Creating flower crowns was not something beyond the Ivory Dragon.

The thing that troubled them so much was that lingering question.

Why were you the anomaly?

How is it that after such a long time living, their ideals would eventually bend to your will?

Perhaps they should have been upset. But, they just couldn't feel that way. It was a rather odd feeling, actually, though not bad.

In fact, it was quite nice. It made them feel as if all of the flowers in the meadow shone just a little brighter.

"Oh, you're finished already?" You took the flower crown out of their hands and carefully examined it. "You're a natural at this!"

You handed the crown back to them and continued to sit peacefully.

Longan would just gaze at the object, thinking.

"You know, I really enjoy the time we spend together," You'd say randomly.

They looked up to meet your gaze. "You do? I don't think I'm very good company.." they'd respond.

"Sure you are! Why else do you think I asked you to join me today?"

Longan looked back down at the crown before placing it on your head, leaving a touch that seemed to linger for just a little too long..

A subtle blush spread across your face as you continued to smile.

It was in that moment that everything clicked for them.

Why they adored you so much, why they wanted nothing more than to be around you, and to protect you.

Why their heart beat just a bit faster around you, and why your smile had long since become one of their favorite views.

Why their ideals would bend for you, why they agreed to this rather stupid idea of making crowns out of flowers.

Why they thought of you so often, and why for the first time in a long while, they felt something other than hate.

They were falling in love, and there wasn't any way it could be undone.

Hopefully you're ready for what consequences would come from this.

[enigmatist17]

Parts 1-5, and this (for now?) is the finale :)

---

"Let me see you Prowler."

There's the telltale clicking of armored plating separating, the thick layers revealing the core of every Cybertronian that held the piece that made each mech their own.

"Beautiful."

The slightly grey spark that had only been bared for Jazz whirred within its casing, surrounded by a faint black shimmer that twisted in and out of sight. The inner casing opened when a clawed digit caressed the smooth glass, tendrils reaching out to the familiar touch as a shiver wracked Prowl's frame. He could have spent forever looking at that familiar spark, but they had been parted for too long, so regretfully, he pulled back, purring when the tactician above him let out a soft click. The room around them fell away when Prowl crouched over Jazz, white and silver sparks reaching out for each other faster than either bot would ever care to admit, merging into each other faster than a human heartbeat.

Sorrow/Loss/Joy/Relief/Fear/Love

Prowl's spark had been left jagged with his death, his spark wrapping around Jazz's with so much pain that it almost overwhelmed Jazz right into stasis. Images of Prowl traveling through space flickered through the bond, his spark churning when he experienced the ghost feeling of their bond snapping, nowhere near the pain he felt when Megatron ripped him in half.

Clawed servos tearing into his chassis, pulled away by a frantic Bluestreak

Silenced screams shorting out his vocalizer as he's restrained, frame convulsing as he tries to process the loss of his other half

The pleas that race nonstop for him to come back, to not leave him all alone

Jagged edges are seamlessly enveloped, feelings of complete love and adoration chasing away the pain and loneliness that had haunted the rest of Prowl's trip to Earth. Fierce protectiveness and murderous rage drive away the latent memories of Jazz's death, the hunter between them willing to do anything to prevent that from happening again. Klicks, breems, cycles, time loses all meaning as two become one for a second time, the final time if either Cybertronian has anything to say about it.

Jazz immediately enters stasis when their bond is fully re-established, the exhaustion of such an energy-draining moment apparently too much for someone who had just been brought back from the Well of All Sparks. It's only the latent content feeling of Jazz on the other end of their bond that keeps Prowl from reacting out of worry, sitting beside the berth with a soft vent. Ratchet and Optimus check in on the couple a few breems later, the medic fussing over Jazz while Optimus gently pulls his second-in-command to a corner of the room.

"How are you?" The Prime spoke first, resting a servo on Prowl's shoulder with a soft smile, overjoyed that his two closest confidants had been given a rightful second chance.

"I am...better?" There was no word human or Cybertronian that could describe his spark or his thoughts, so he settled with facts. "I no longer feel the need to offline myself."

"I'm sorry, my friend, I would have given my life to save his." Sorrow clung to every word Optimus spoke, Prowl shaking his helm with a low hiss.

"We all have signed up for this willingly, and have known that any cycle could be our last. Something has given us a second chance, and we should take it for what it is, Orion." Ratchet looks over at the old name, but remains silent as Optimus vents slowly, his rigid posture slumping at the words. "I will not let another of us pass, I assure you."

"Truer words have never been spoken."

---

It's a full week before Jazz and Prowl finally emerge from their little warehouse, the sun glinting off their frames as they push the door open, Jazz stepping through first with a deep intake of the salty air that was prevalent on Diego Garcia.

"Missed this, never got much of a chance ta really explore this planet." The saboteur hummed, stopping short at two bots standing not far from the entrance of their warehouse, a grin crossing his face plate when he took in the familiar frames. "As I live an' intake, is that who I think it is?"

"Maybe, you might wanna re-cycle your optics." The boxier of the two grinned, forest green and black paint reminding him of their first meeting in Polyhex. "I can't believe this is really happening."

"Neither can I, an' I'm the one livin' through it." Prowl was by his side when Jazz took a shaky step forward, grimacing a bit. "Damn."

"Ratchet will have your helm for this." The second mech scoffed as they rolled forward, supporting Jazz's other side with a click at the first mech. "Hound, could you let the good doctor know he is walking about?"

"Course 'Raj, have fun." The three watched Hound transform into a Jeep Wrangler before making his way across the base, Jazz taking a moment before tugging the second bot into a hug, one that was returned warmly.

"When did you both get here?" It was a bit unorthodox to hug those under your command, but being both an old friend and still high on returning from the Well, Jazz felt more than charitable.

"Hound arrived here three jour's after your...death, I only arrived a jour ago myself." Something felt off with the answer, but Jazz had all the time in the world to figure it out, amused when they finally parted their hug at a chirp from Prowl. "Apologies, I am still adjusting to physical contact."

"Don't worry about it, it's good ta see ya Mirage." The blue and white mech smiled as the sound of a few vehicles filled the air, Prowl stiffening when Hound and Ratchet rounded the corner with a small escort. "Ah, the inquisition has arrived."

"Indeed." Mirage took a step away when the medic transformed with a grumble, shaking a digit at the smallest mech of the group, who only shrugged and leaned against Prowl with a grin.

"What about comming me to let me know when you felt up for exploration did you not understand?"

"It escaped my processor," Prowl answered as Ratchet pulled out a scanner, cursing in a way that would have made a Decepticon crash as he fixated on Jazz's spark. "My apologies."

"Uh huh, sure it did. Primus, the two of you togther are a disaster."

"Oh man, is this going to be a twins-level disaster?" A human groaned, and it took Prowl to recognize him from before, Lennox hoping out of the human transport he'd taken with a few other men.

"No one is like Sunstreaker and Sideswipe," Mirage replied in a scandalized voice as Hound just laughed, Prowl's doorwings hiking up as he stared at Lennox. "Let alone Prowl."

"Aww he can be, if I get him riled up the right wa-"

"Jazz." If a Cybertronain could blush, Prowl's face plate would probably be cherry red as the small mech cackled, even Ratchet struggling to remain professional as he kept at his work. "Silence yourself."

"Love ya too." Lennox couldn't help but snort, covering his face with one hand as the men under his command struggled not to let out a sound. "Good ta see you still 'round Lennox."

"Same here man, everyone is still reeling about your whole resurrection thing; that's some wicked shit." It really had been the only big topic, everyone eager to see Jazz when the news broke about what caused the light that had engulfed the entire base. Mirage and Hound, however, had deterred anyone besides Ratchet from doing just that, more than a few betting pools passing around about why the two were so fierce about keeping them safe.

No one was ballsy enough to ask, though.

"Despite the energon deficiency I was expecting, you're physically stable, your processor on the other hand..." Ratchet's gaze softened slightly as he placed his scanner away, giving both Jazz and Prowl a look. "Take some time exploring the base, and then I want you to get an alt form by tomorrow, Prowl, you could catch something your frame is unaccustomed to."

"As you wish." Prowl nodded his helm as Jazz did a mock salute, Ratchet grumbling something about idiocy as he transformed and headed back to wherever Hound had grabbed him from.

"Ah Prowler you're gonna love some of these alt's the humans have, we'll get ya somethin' stylish."

"Sideswipe and Mirage actually have a few options for you to scan, when you're up for it." Hound smiled, nudging the bot at his side. "Mirage has been having fun going through listings."

"Shall we then?" Prowl wanted nothing more than to keep Jazz by his side, clawed servos twitching when Hound led the revived Jazz closer to the humans, Mirage placing a gentle servo on his shoulder.

"Come, you've not had time to process." Mirage had long become accustomed to Prowl's possessiveness over the years, the quiet clicking ignored as he led the officer toward one of the bigger buildings on the base. "Bluestreak has settled in nicely, and Perceptor finally settled on an alt mode once Brawn heard he had not chosen one."

"Thank you, I have worried for them." Well, he would have if his entire being hadn't been solely focused on Jazz. "How have you faired?"

"I have not, truth be told." The noble released an exasperated vent as a group of jogging soldiers passed before them, the newer arrival watching them curiously. "I had been alone since our exodus from Cybertron, so all of this social interaction has been...taxing."

"I can only imagine." Mirage shrugged as they entered their hangar, a few bots waving from the far side of the room from a few parked vehicles, none appearing Cybertronian. "Are these for me?"

"Mhm, most are used by the enforcers of this planet, and others for leisure." Mirage could see both the humans and Autobots in the hangar slow their work to watch Prowl examine the various cars, curious about what alt he would choose. It takes him two loops around the vehicles before Prowl settles on one Mirage called a Hellcat, a blue beam of light enveloping the car before the familiar sound of a transformation sequence filled the air, ending with a second Hellcat idling where Prowl had stood. The coloring scheme had changed from a blue and black to a dark grey and white coloring, his red and silver Autobot emblem smack-dab on top of his hood, a familiar sight for most of the bots.

"You made an excellent choice." Prowl revved his engine as Mirage nodded his helm, the sound echoing throughout the hangar.

"Thank you, this will do nicely." The tactician always enjoyed scanning new alt forms, cataloging his Cybertronian form in case he could use it in the future, although that seemed very unlikely. His thoughts are interrupted by the revving of another engine, a silver Porsche that Prowl had only seen through internet searches crossing the hangar and joining his side. "How do you feel?"

"Like I could race ya halfway across the planet." Jazz inched forward with another rev, practically bouncing on his wheels. "Bet you could use one, my poor Prowler hasn't been out on the road in ages."

"Then I suggest you get moving." Mirage rolled his optics as there was a beat before Jazz peeled out of the building, whizzing past surprised bots as he headed for the far side of the base that led out into the rest of the island. He could hear Prowl not far behind, the tactician stumbling at the start with the feeling of his new tires against the ground, but not one to be kept down long as he chased after his bonded. It had truly been a long time since they'd been able to drive together, the familiar metal and crystals of Cybertron replaced with sand and almost glowing water as Jazz led Prowl all over the interconnected islands. The sky is a beautiful orange when the chase draws to a close, water lapping at their pedes as they rest together in the sand, Jazz running his servos over Prowl's doorwings as the Praxian lay on his front, helm resting in his lap.

"I love you, Prowl." The bond swells with the love he cannot voice, answered in kind by the mech slowly relaxing inch by inch in his hold with a soft purr. "Nothin' can ever change that."

"I love you too, Jazz, and I agree."

This was all they needed, what happens next?

Well, they'll just have to wait and see.

[seastarblue]

Character Intro: Aleksi Eskola

moodboard (eventually ☝️😔)

“I swear to you—I will not falter. I will not leave you. I promise.”

Basics:

Pronouns: he/him

Species: Halfling (Tiefling / Human)

Age: 26

MBTI: idk

Voice Claim: idk

Physical:

6’0

Build: Muscular, a bit of fat

Skin: Pale

Hair: Dirty blond

Eyes: Left eye is medium brown, right eye is sky blue

Special Features: Very cold due to his ice magic, little brown horn nubs, long thin tail with a brown tuft at the end

Personality:

Aleksi is a very reserved man. He loves his solitude, but will occasionally permit someone to infringe on it. He’s quite polite, but this politeness comes with a bit of a drawback—he’s a bit of a pushover. He’s working on it, but it’s an uphill battle.

Speaking Style: Aleksi is a very quiet person, preferring to speak very little. This hesitance to speak is amplified by the fact that he isn’t too fluent in Niali. He tries his best, and uses simpler words and gets right to the point.

Likes: sparring, being right, brushing his hair, honor, his family, good food, the color orange (with THAT color pallet???? I’m a lil sus 🤨), the cold, snow, dogs, griffins, music, drinks, his axe

Dislikes: duty, authority, bananas, dirty fighting, being outmatched, his magic, tiny spaces, liars, losing

Main Goal: “I want to be okay. I’d like to do my job. And eventually… get back with the Azari…”

Backstory (in progress—have a silly lil WIP):

Aleski Eskola was born in Axedomin, a snowy, barren landscape known for little else. He lived with his family, and his village was a small, close-knit one. It was here that Aleksi learned the value of family.

It was also where he learned the cruel nature of the world.

Le bullet point format:

very nice family

very chill (weather and demeanor)

winter comes

the snow piles up

"oh well that's normal ya know" says the fam and they do their things as normal

so they send aleksi and Cinnamon the Honse to do smth

but then AVALANCHE

and now they dead

very sad very dramatic

anywho

the village is dead so aleksi goes to Nialon for work

he sells Cinnamon bc he has no monies

:(

and then he meets Dianthe (another character)

n dia gets him to join the Azari 

that's how he meets Felix n Kaiden

yay

 BUT THEN

they (alek n dia) go on a mission

dia dies :(((

oh well now since his grieving period is up he’s gotta work 🤷‍♀️

“wait maybe I could like. do some Easier stuff to uh. ease myself back into work???”

“Uh sure okay yea join those losers 👉”

“Wait who’re the loser— oh my gods.”

👉losers👈 (the main gang)

ta daaaaa

[ilylovelyz]

Happy birthday ushi 🎉🎂🥳😘🎈🎁!!!

⍣ ೋ dreams come true

˚ · . ushijima x afab!reader

: ̗̀➛ fluff, unknown mutual pining, plot twist at the end (?), just cuteness for my boy wakatoshi's bday ʚ❤︎ɞ , this was kinda shit haha

even tiny love i've cherished (you make me feel so good)

you walked slowly throughout the hallways, almost hesitantly, your hand behind your back, cheeks tingling slightly with excitement and nervousness.

you inhaled deeply, lightly pouting at the way you were such a nervous wreck, even though what you were about to do was normal for friends. hah, friends.

finding the courage, you sped up your steps when you saw the classroom that your friend was in, taking a moment to take a deep breath before you opened the sliding door.

you smiled lightly, finding comfort in seeing your dear friend. "happy birthday wakatoshi-san.." you meekly muttered, walking over to his desk, to where he was sitting at. he looked up at you with his stoic face, olive eyes watching as you approached.

you looked around quickly, noticing that it was just you and him and a few other random classmates. "w-where is satori-san?" you asked, a little nervous at the idea of it just being you and ushijima.

"he left to go get a drink. he'll be back soon," he said, his attention on you as he waited for you to say something. you always guided him in the conversations, not that he didn't want to talk to you, he just didn't know what to say sometimes. he's rather a listener than a speaker.

"say, are you doing anything for your birthday?" you asked. "i don't know yet, might not do anything." he replied, his hands coming up to his notebook, closing it. oh, what a bummer. "oh, that must suck, haha. did anyone buy you gifts? or are you going to get gifts?"

"i think my team is planning something, they are acting a bit suspicious." he raised a slight eyebrow, surprising you with his words, he caught on? "m-maybe you're just being paranoid, haha, don't think too much about it!" you stammered, lightly chuckling at his straightforwardness. his team, are in fact, planning something for his birthday.

"maybe." he said, a rare light smile coming up to his face. you couldn't help but grin at him, you love it when he smiles. you've known him since freshman year, and yet you can count on your hand how many times you've seen him smile.

"ah, y'know 'toshi, i have a lil' something for you." you said, biting on your lower lip excitedly. "what is it?" he asked, lightly cocking his head to the side. you were quick to whip out his birthday gift, wrapped neatly, with a cute purple bow on the side, "ta-da!" you cheekily grinned, giggling a little at your awkwardness.

you could almost hear his thoughts as you placed the gift into his hands, a gift? "please, it's your birthday! don't be so lame, 'toshi." you spewed, one of your hands coming up to playfully slap at his broad shoulder.

"do you want me to open it?" he asked, emitting a playful scoff from you, "why are you asking me? it's your gift! open it whenever you want."

jeez, this guy can be so dense, you pouted. though, your pouting quickly turned into a shy grin, so adorable. for some reason, your stomach dropped when his hands fumbled with the string of the present, working to untie and open it, in front of you.

you trembled nervously, your eyebrows furrowed greatly as you chewed on your lip, hands clenching at the material of your skirt. "i wanted to get you something, b-but i didn't know what, but i saw it so.." you said, trailing off when he brought his revealed gift closer to his face to observe it.

a keychain, a little volleyball with two black dots as eyes, and two arms and legs. he looked back into the gift-bag, which had other items such as cookies and little things. it surprised you when he was still observing the keychain, fiddling it in-between his thick fingers.

you jolted up when he sat up once more, keychain still in his hand. from the way he was staring at you blankly, you thought he was going to like, throw it at you or something.

"thank you, i appreciate your gift." he said, sitting the keychain upright on his desk, eyebrow raising slightly when it stood up on it's own. "you like it?" you smiled, leaning a little towards his desk.

he smiled at you softly once more. "yes, i like it. thank you." you softly blushed at his words, the praise and acceptance feeling the best to you, but the moment was short lived when the 5-minute bell rang, interrupting the sweet moment.

"aw.." you groaned out, slumping over in your seat. you then stood up, stretching a little before turning to face the doorway. "i'll see you later." he said, low eyes looking you straight in the eyes.

you grinned once more at him, his words sounding more like a demand, rather than a request. "see you later, 'toshi."

ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

"that was fun, we should do it again," satori said, cheeks flushed intensely from all of the alcohol he consumed that night, leaning weakly against the wall of the outside doorway.

keys crinkled, metal on metal scraping against each other as ushijima worked the lock, twisting and turning the key until he heard a click. "ushiwaka, you still have that keychain?" satori purred, leaning in closer to ushijima, eyeing the familiar keychain.

opening the door, ushijima pulled his keys up closer to his chest, once more looking down at the keychain with familiarity and softness. it was the same keychain you gifted him in his senior year, and despite being nearly a decade later, the keychain dusted and dirtied, he still has it dangling alongside his set of keys.

"yeah," he grunted, opening the second door, stuffing the keys into his pocket carefully, staring straight-ahead into the house's walkway.

"welcome home 'toshi, oh, hello satori!"

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[cheriecelestial]

Melody of a Muse

disclaimer *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ mild angst. crude humor. strong language. typos. grammatical errors.

pairing *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ DCKZ x fem!reader

synopsis *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ In which, worlds of an influencer and a popular boy band collide, and sparks fly.

a/n *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Revamping an old fic. Comment, Reblog and Like ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

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Pt.II Pt.III

Going live in… 3 2 1

“It’s your girl, Irris! How’s everyone feeling today?” the blonde greeted cheerfully, flashing a bright smile at the camera as she absentmindedly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. The moment she logged on, her chat exploded with comments, flooding the screen with excitement and greetings. Her eyes darted to the neon-lit display, and a satisfied grin spread across her face as she took in the steadily climbing viewership numbers. She kicked off her stream with her usual casual banter and warm greetings, her tone light and engaging as she addressed her audience.

Her hand reached out to adjust the ring light, ensuring it was positioned perfectly to illuminate her features. Y/N, known online as Irris, couldn’t help but notice the way her highlighter caught the pastel purple glow of the lighting setup. She might have gone a little overboard with it today, but her fans didn’t seem to mind—if anything, they probably thought she looked radiant, almost otherworldly, like a fairy bathed in moonlight. Though the constant attention could feel overwhelming at times, Y/N had grown accustomed to it over the years. In fact, she thrived on it, finding joy in the connection she shared with her audience.

“Today’s a very special day,” she announced, her voice brimming with excitement. “Like, seriously, it’s worth celebrating!” Her words immediately sparked a frenzy in the chat, with comments pouring in faster than she could read them. Her fans were buzzing with curiosity, their guesses growing wilder and more creative by the second. Some speculated it was a relationship update, while others joked about her announcing a career change or even a pregnancy. Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of some of the suggestions, her eyes scanning the chat with amusement as she shook her head playfully.

“You guys are way off,” she teased, her laughter ringing out clear and bright. “But I love how creative you’re getting! Keep the guesses coming—I’ll reveal the big news soon, I promise.” Her tone was warm and inviting, drawing her audience even deeper into the moment as they eagerly awaited her announcement. The chat kept chiming with more and more guesses. 

“No, no, it’s none of that,” she began, her voice laced with playful mystery as her hand momentarily disappeared from the camera’s view. Y/N took her sweet time retrieving the items she had carefully prepared for this moment, savoring the anticipation building in her audience. The chat was a whirlwind of impatience and curiosity, with comments flying by at lightning speed. She couldn’t help but smile to herself, always fascinated by how her fans reacted to even the smallest hints of something exciting. Their energy was infectious, and it made these moments all the more special.

Finally, she reappeared, holding up her treasures with a flourish. “Ta-da!” she announced, her smile widening as she revealed a bottle of strawberry champagne and a single wine glass. The sight immediately sparked a fresh wave of questions in the chat. A wine glass? What was she planning? The audience’s curiosity was palpable, and Y/N couldn’t help but revel in their reactions.

“Alright, so here’s the deal,” she said, her tone teasing yet warm. “I have some good news and some awesome news. Which one do you want to hear first?” She winked playfully at the camera, her eyes sparkling with mischief. The chat exploded with responses, some demanding the good news first, others begging for the awesome news right away. She could practically feel the excitement radiating from her fans, their energy fueling her own.

“Okay, okay, good news first,” she relented, holding up a hand to quiet the imaginary chaos. “So, my contract with Abssosque Entertainment is officially up, which means… I’m a free agent now!” She paused, letting the announcement sink in as the chat erupted with cheers, questions, and congratulations.

“But wait, that’s not all,” she continued, her voice rising with excitement. “The awesome news is…” She trailed off dramatically, as if waiting for an imaginary drumroll to build the suspense. “I’ve received an offer from Teyvat Entertainment, and I’ll be joining the Teyvat Family soon!”

The moment the words left her lips, the chat went absolutely wild. Fans were spamming congratulations, heart emojis, and celebratory messages, their excitement overflowing. Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, her heart swelling with gratitude and joy. This was a huge milestone, and sharing it with her fans made it all the more meaningful. “I’m so excited for this new chapter, and I can’t wait to take you all along with me!” she added, her smile radiant as she raised the wine glass in a mock toast to her audience.

Irrisisluv : YASSSSKEHAKD QUEEN PURR💅💅✨

Nyako7 : The queen finally getting the treatment she deserves (๑>◡<๑)

Kai00 : SLAYYYYY

Irrissimp : Now that our goddess is out. Time to burn that shit down. Get the gasoline boys.

Gangstagurl23 : CONGRATSSSSS BAE

Icantstoptwinkling : * insert Dobby voice* Mother is free.

Irrissteponme : Irris lookin fine as fuck like Excuse me? Sorry. Mommy? Sorry. Mommy? Sorry.

Princessmurderkill : Ahakdhabskalja I can finally die in peace.

Mikosslut : Yaemiko x Irris when?

Kaeyaismyreligion : OMGGGGHAJHSKA YASS YAEMIKO X IRRIS IS A NEED. MOMMYx2

Childessluttywaist : Those Teyvat bitches better treat our goddess the way she deserves or else imma commit a felony.

“Yes, yes, I know! I’m just as excited as you all are,” Y/N replied, her voice brimming with enthusiasm as she addressed the chat. Her fingers scrolled through the flood of comments, her heart swelling with gratitude for the outpouring of support. “I can’t wait to see what Teyvat Entertainment has in store for me. It’s such a huge opportunity, and I’m so ready for this new chapter. But one thing’s for sure—I’m going to absolutely love my time there. It’s going to be amazing, and I’m so grateful to have all of you by my side through it all!” Her eyes sparkled with genuine excitement, her smile wide and infectious as she continued to interact with her fans.

After a moment, she reached for the bottle of strawberry champagne, the golden liquid glinting under the soft pastel lighting. She poured herself a glass, the bubbles fizzing gently as she raised it toward the camera. “Cheers to new beginnings!” she exclaimed, her voice warm and celebratory. She clinked the glass against the screen in a playful toast before taking a small, careful sip. Drinking on stream was usually against her rules—she preferred to keep things professional—but tonight felt different. This was a milestone, a moment worth celebrating, and she figured it could be excused just this once.

Just as she set the glass down, the sound of her door creaking open interrupted the moment. “Hey, Y/N, have you seen my—” Her brother, Dainsleif, poked his head into the room, his voice trailing off as he noticed the camera and the bright lights. His eyes widened slightly in realization. “Oh, I didn’t realize you were streaming. I’ll come back later,” he said quickly, his tone apologetic as he turned to leave.

“No, no, Dain, wait!” she called out, her voice warm and inviting. She didn’t want him to feel like he was intruding—this was her family, after all, and she loved sharing these little moments with her fans. “We’re just celebrating. Come sit!” She patted the spot on the couch next to her, giving him an encouraging smile. Dainsleif hesitated for a moment, clearly unsure about stepping into the spotlight, but he eventually relented, walking into the frame and taking a seat beside her.

“Uh, hello, everyone,” he greeted awkwardly, his voice low and slightly hesitant. He wasn’t used to being on camera, and it showed in the way he shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting toward the chat. Y/N couldn’t help but chuckle at his awkwardness, finding it endearing.

But her smile faltered as her eyes flicked back to the chat. The once joyful and celebratory atmosphere had shifted dramatically. The comments, which had been filled with excitement and congratulations just moments ago, were now a flood of ruthless, hateful messages directed at her brother. Her heart sank as she read through them, each word like a dagger to her chest. She bit the inside of her cheek so hard she could taste blood, forcing herself to keep her composure even as her stomach churned with anger and frustration.

Dainsleif, ever perceptive, noticed the change immediately. The warmth in his sister’s demeanor had vanished, replaced by a quiet tension that hung heavy in the air. He glanced at her, then at the chat, his expression softening as he realized what was happening. “I should go,” he said softly, offering her a melancholic smile. “I have work anyway.”

Y/N looked up at him and nodded wordlessly, her throat tight with unspoken words. She wanted to defend him, to tell the world how wrong they were about her brother, how he wasn’t the person they painted him to be. She wanted to scream that none of this was his fault, that he didn’t deserve the hate and judgment being thrown his way. But she couldn’t. Celebrities weren’t allowed to be angry, sad, or frustrated. They were expected to be perpetually happy, their emotions carefully curated and polished for public consumption. Any deviation from that perfect image risked backlash, and she couldn’t afford to let her guard down.

As much as it pained her, she knew there was nothing she could do to change the way people thought. So, with a heavy heart, she did what she always did—she switched off her emotions, plastered on her practiced, flawless smile, and went with the flow. It left a bitter taste in her mouth, a hollow feeling in her chest, but this was the reality of her world. People liked the version of her they saw on screen, not the messy, complicated person she truly was. And who was she to complain? This was the life she had chosen, after all.

“Anyway, let’s not dampen the mood,” she said, clapping her hands together with forced enthusiasm, her voice ringing with a practiced cheerfulness. She carried on as if nothing had happened, seamlessly transitioning back into her usual stream content. As she continued talking, the chat gradually regained its joyful energy, the negativity fading into the background as her fans focused on her updates and playful banter. After about an hour of streaming, she finally wrapped things up, flashing her signature smile as she said her goodbyes and ended the stream.

The moment the camera turned off, Y/N let out a heavy sigh, her shoulders slumping as the tension she’d been holding onto finally released. “Fucking finally,” she muttered under her breath, standing up and stretching her stiff limbs. The bright lights dimmed, and the room felt quieter, more intimate, as she stepped away from the setup.

“You done?” Her brother’s voice drifted in from the living room, calm and familiar. She walked in to find him lounging on the couch, casually watching some cheesy Hallmark romance film, the kind he’d never admit to enjoying if anyone asked.

“What gave it away?” she asked, plopping down beside him and burrowing into the fluffy blanket draped over the couch. She kicked off her slippers and curled up, the warmth of the blanket a comforting contrast to the cold, performative energy of her stream.

“You never cuss on camera,” he replied matter-of-factly, not even glancing away from the TV. His tone was casual, but there was a hint of amusement in his voice.

She scoffed, her tone dripping with sarcasm as she relaxed into the couch. “Yeah, ‘cause I got manners and shit.” Her voice was lower, more relaxed—a stark contrast to the higher-pitched, bubbly tone she used on stream. It was a small but significant difference, one that only those closest to her ever got to hear.

Her brother chuckled at the obvious difference between Irris, the online persona, and Y/N, the real person. The sound was warm and familiar, but it earned him a playful smack from her. “Don’t laugh at me,” she grumbled, though there was no real annoyance in her voice.

Y/N leaned her head against his shoulder, her expression softening as she spoke in a quieter, more melancholic tone. “I’m going to miss this.”

“Me too,” he replied simply, his eyes still fixed on the screen. There was a weight to his words, a quiet acknowledgment of the changes coming their way.

She sat up suddenly, turning to look at him with pleading eyes. “Can’t you come with me?” she asked, her voice tinged with hope and desperation.

Her brother groaned wearily, running a hand through his hair as he finally looked away from the TV. “You know I can’t. I made a promise.”

A promise. Right. A promise to the person who had inadvertently dragged him into the mess he was in. Y/N couldn’t help but feel bitter that her brother cared enough about that person to essentially ruin his own career. But deep down, she knew it wasn’t really about the person—it was about his own unwavering sense of morality. Sometimes, she really hated how righteous he could be. It was one of the things she admired most about him, but also one of the things that frustrated her to no end.

Her gaze drifted around the room, landing on the cardboard boxes stacked in the corner, all labeled with her belongings. The sight was a reminder of the new chapter she was about to embark on, one that felt bittersweet without her brother by her side. He could have left that god-awful company and come with her if it weren’t for that promise holding him back. The thought made her chest ache with frustration and sadness.

“Whatever,” she muttered, leaning back into the couch and pulling the blanket tighter around herself. The word hung in the air, heavy with unspoken emotions, as the two of them sat in silence, the faint sounds of the movie playing in the background.

For a moment, neither of them spoke, the weight of the future pressing down on them. But then her brother reached over, ruffling her hair affectionately, and she couldn’t help but smile despite herself. They might be heading down different paths, but for now, in this quiet moment, they were still just Y/N and Dainsleif—siblings navigating a complicated world together.

As the final, searing riff of Diluc’s guitar sliced through the air, the arena seemed to hold its breath for a split second before the thunderous crash of the drums brought the song to its explosive conclusion. Kaeya, the group’s charismatic lead singer, belted out the last note with a flourish, his voice ringing clear and powerful as it echoed through the massive space. The crowd erupted into a deafening roar, their cheers and applause crashing over the stage like a tidal wave. Kaeya and Childe, the group’s energetic main rapper, whooped and pumped their fists in the air, their faces lit up with exhilaration as they fed off the audience’s electric energy.

The members of DCKZ—Diluc, Childe, Kaeya, and Zhongli—stood together at the center of the stage, their silhouettes illuminated by the dazzling lights. They waved enthusiastically at their fans, their smiles wide and genuine as they soaked in the love and admiration radiating from the crowd. Zhongli, their stoic and dignified leader known to the world as Morax, stepped forward to deliver the closing thank-you message. His deep, resonant voice carried through the arena, calm and commanding as he expressed their gratitude to the fans who had made the night possible.

The crowd responded with even louder cheers, their chants of “DCKZ! DCKZ!” reverberating through the venue like a heartbeat. Kaeya, ever the showman, tapped his mic and grinned mischievously, his icy blue eyes sparkling with amusement. “And as promised,” he announced, his voice teasing as he turned to look at Diluc, who stood nearby with his guitar. Diluc, though visibly exasperated by his brother’s antics, played along. He plucked the guitar pick from his instrument, kissed it dramatically for the crowd’s benefit, and then tossed it into the sea of outstretched hands below. Fans surged forward, their arms waving frantically as they vied to catch the coveted souvenir.

With one final wave, the members of DCKZ gathered at the edge of the stage, their voices united as they shouted, “Everyone, thank you for coming! We are DCKZ!”

The arena erupted into one last deafening cheer, the sound almost overwhelming as the stage lights dimmed, plunging the space into darkness. The members hurried offstage, their adrenaline still pumping as they made their way back to the dressing room. The moment they stepped backstage, they were swarmed by staff offering water bottles, towels, and words of praise. Childe, the group’s ever-enthusiastic main rapper, slumped onto a nearby chair, letting out an exaggerated sigh as he wiped sweat from his forehead. “Man, I’m beat,” he huffed, his voice tinged with exhaustion but still laced with his trademark playful energy.

“Me too,” Kaeya agreed, though his tone was lighter, his usual mischievous demeanor still intact despite the fatigue. He leaned against a wall, sipping from a water bottle as he glanced around at the bustling backstage area.

Albedo, their calm and composed manager, stepped forward, clapping his hands together to get their attention. “Today’s show was stunning. Good work, everyone,” he said, his voice steady and reassuring as he offered them a small but genuine smile.

“Beeeeeedoooooo—” Childe whined, dragging out the name in a playful, singsong tone as he attempted to engulf the shorter blonde man in a bear hug. Before he could succeed, Diluc grabbed the back of Childe’s collar, yanking him back with a look of mild disgust. “Go shower first, you sweaty piece of shit,” Diluc muttered, his tone dry but not unkind.

“Right back atcha, Luc,” Childe shot back, scowling as he shook off Diluc’s grip. He shot a mock glare at the guitarist before breaking into a grin, clearly enjoying the banter. Albedo let out a small sigh that sounded almost like a tired laugh, used to the constant bickering and antics of the group. It was all part of the job, and he had long since accepted it.

Once everyone had freshened up with showers and a change of clothes, they regrouped in the van parked backstage. The drive back began as it always did—Zhongli, ever the composed and serene figure, leaned his head back against the seat, his eyes closed as he tried to catch a few moments of rest. Kaeya and Childe, on the other hand, were already deep into some nonsensical argument, their voices rising and falling as they bickered over something trivial. Diluc, seated nearby, snapped at them to keep it down, his patience clearly wearing thin as he rubbed his temples.

Albedo, seated at the front of the van, glanced back at the chaos with a faint smile. It was just another day in the life of DCKZ, and while the constant noise and drama could be exhausting, he wouldn’t have it any other way. The bond between the members, though often expressed through teasing and bickering, was undeniable, and it was that very dynamic that made them so special—both on and off the stage.

Childe’s phone suddenly chimed with a loud notification, cutting through the usual hum of the van. His eyes widened as he glanced at the screen, and without hesitation, he shouted, “Everybody hush!” His voice was so commanding that it even startled Zhongli, who had been dozing off in his seat.

“Wha—?” Zhongli mumbled, blinking groggily as he tried to orient himself. Kaeya, ever the curious one, leaned over Childe’s shoulder to see what had captured the ginger’s attention so completely. “Simp,” Kaeya said with a smirk, his tone dripping with playful mockery.

Diluc, who had been quietly observing the scene from his seat, raised an eyebrow in curiosity. He liked to act as though he was above the drama, but deep down, he secretly enjoyed it. After all, his deepest, darkest secret was that he often rented a hotel room just to binge-watch every episode of Keeping Up with the Shogun in peace, ensuring no one would ever find out and tease him about it.

“It’s some YouTuber he follows. Irris, is it?” Zhongli guessed, his voice calm and measured despite the chaos unfolding around him. Childe nodded wordlessly, his eyes glued to the screen as if he were watching something of monumental importance.

“What’s so special about her?” Diluc scoffed, his tone laced with disdain. In his mind, all YouTubers and influencers were the same—pretty faces with zero substance and a bad case of celebrity complex. To be fair, he had never encountered anyone who challenged this belief, so he had no reason to think Irris would be any different. To him, influencers were pretentious, vain, overpaid salespeople. The word itself conjured images of reality TV stars, artificiality, undeserved wealth, wastefulness, and textbook narcissism. And the fact that Childe was so enamored with her only made her seem more repulsive in Diluc’s eyes.

“Don’t you dare disrespect my wife!” Childe barked defensively, his voice rising as he shot Diluc a glare. Diluc merely rolled his eyes and turned away, clearly uninterested in engaging further.

Kaeya, ever the mediator, turned to Childe and grabbed his shoulders, shaking him gently. “Hey, buddy, we’ve talked about this. You can’t just ‘wife’ random women you’ve never met, hmm?” he said, his tone dripping with exaggerated patience, as if he were explaining something to a five-year-old. And honestly, given Childe’s behavior, he might as well have been.

“She’s not random! She’s Irris!” Childe protested, his voice rising in indignation. He cradled his phone closer to his chest, almost as if he were protecting Irris herself from the judgment of his bandmates. “And for your information, I’ve met her once—at a YouTube seminar!”

“Everyone, please just calm down,” Zhongli interjected, his voice firm but weary. The leader had visibly grown tired of their bickering, and his words carried a quiet authority that momentarily silenced the group.

“Whatever. I bet she’s just as fake as the others,” Diluc muttered under his breath, sinking further back into his seat. He had no desire to debate the topic any further, but his comment was just loud enough for Childe to hear.

“What did you just say, you emo, fatherless, edgelord motherf—?” Childe fumed, his face turning red as he looked like he was ready to pounce on Diluc at any second. The tension in the van was palpable, and it was clear that things were about to escalate if someone didn’t step in soon.

Kaeya, sensing the impending explosion, quickly intervened, holding up his hands in a placating gesture. “Alright, alright, let’s all take a deep breath. No one needs to get hurt over a YouTuber, okay?” he said, his tone light but firm.

Zhongli, meanwhile, pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a long-suffering sigh. “Can we please just have one car ride without this kind of nonsense?” he asked, though it was clear he already knew the answer.

Childe, still glaring at Diluc, reluctantly settled back into his seat, though he continued to mutter under his breath about “disrespect” and “uncultured heathens.” Diluc, for his part, simply crossed his arms and stared out the window, his expression one of smug satisfaction.

“I believe—” Albedo’s calm, measured voice cut through the chaos from the driver’s seat, instantly silencing the four band members. It was rare for their manager to interject in their conversations—he usually preferred to listen quietly, observing their dynamics without getting involved. So naturally, everyone was caught off guard by his sudden input.

“—it’s unfair to build a prejudiced perception of her based solely on your previous understanding of influencers or Tartaglia’s… enthusiasm,” Albedo continued, his tone even and thoughtful. He spoke with the kind of quiet authority that made everyone pause and listen, even in the middle of their usual bickering. “Additionally, her career encompasses multiple facets, such as modeling, streaming, hosting variety shows, and more. She’s not just an influencer; she’s also a proficient dancer. So, I think it’s best you research a bit more and form a more educated opinion before passing judgment.”

The van fell silent for a moment as the band members processed Albedo’s words. It wasn’t often that their manager shared his personal thoughts so openly, and the weight of his statement hung in the air.

He’s totally a hardcore stan. The thought echoed in their minds simultaneously, though none of them dared to say it out loud. The idea of Albedo, their ever-professional and composed manager, being a dedicated fan of a YouTuber was both amusing and slightly unsettling.

They silently agreed to drop the topic, not wanting to risk offending their manager. Despite being younger than all of them, Albedo commanded immense respect from the group. He was a skilled and dedicated professional who had navigated them through countless potential scandals and shielded them from the pitfalls of cancel culture. His work ethic was so impeccable that Childe often joked (half-seriously) about whether Albedo even had a social life. But Kaeya and Diluc knew better—Albedo was secretly dating a sales manager from their company and even regularly babysat his colleague’s daughter. How he managed to juggle all of that on top of his demanding job was a mystery to everyone.

The silence in the van was broken when Childe suddenly looked up from his phone, his face lighting up with sheer surprise and glee. “Diluc—” he began, his voice unusually earnest.

“What?” Diluc replied, his tone laced with annoyance as he braced himself for whatever nonsense was about to come out of Childe’s mouth.

“Can you please tell Jean that I love her?” Childe asked, his expression completely serious.

“What the fuck—” Diluc started, his confusion evident, but before he could finish, Childe dropped the bombshell.

“Irris is coming to Teyvat!”

“HUH?!” The entire van erupted in unison, their voices overlapping in a mix of shock, disbelief, and excitement. Even Zhongli, who had been quietly observing the chaos, raised an eyebrow in surprise.

Childe’s announcement had completely derailed the conversation, and for a moment, all anyone could do was stare at him in stunned silence. The energy in the van shifted instantly, the earlier tension forgotten as the band members processed the news.

“Wait, wait, wait—hold on,” Kaeya said, holding up a hand as if to physically stop the conversation from moving forward. “Irris? As in the Irris? The one you’ve been simping over for months? She’s coming here? To Teyvat?”

“Yes!” Childe exclaimed, his excitement palpable. He waved his phone in the air as if it were proof. “It’s all over social media. She just announced it on her stream. She’s joining Teyvat Entertainment!”

Diluc, who had been trying to maintain his usual stoic demeanor, couldn’t hide his surprise. “Teyvat Entertainment? That’s… unexpected. I didn't think Jean would sign her,” he admitted, though his tone still carried a hint of skepticism.

Zhongli, ever the voice of reason, leaned forward slightly. “This could be an interesting development,” he said thoughtfully. “Teyvat has been expanding its roster lately. If she’s as talented as Albedo claims, this could be a significant move for both her and the company.”

Albedo, who had been quietly listening from the driver’s seat, glanced at them through the rearview mirror. “I told you she was more than just an influencer,” he said, his tone calm but with a hint of satisfaction.

Childe, meanwhile, was practically vibrating with excitement. “This is huge! Do you know what this means? I might actually get to meet her! Like, in person! Not just at some random seminar where I barely got to say two words to her!”

Kaeya smirked, leaning back in his seat. “Careful, Childe. If you keep fangirling this hard, people might start thinking you’re obsessed.”

“I’m not obsessed!” Childe protested, though the way he was clutching his phone and grinning like a kid on Christmas morning suggested otherwise.

Diluc rolled his eyes, though even he couldn’t completely suppress a small smile. “Whatever. Just don’t embarrass us when you inevitably make a fool of yourself in front of her.”

“Hey!” Childe shot back.

Albedo, ever the composed one, simply shook his head and focused on the road, though there was a faint smile on his face. “Let’s focus on the road, shall we?” he said, his tone light but firm. “We’ll have plenty of time to discuss this later.”

Childe, unable to contain his excitement, leaned forward, his arms resting on the back of Albedo’s seat. “But Albedo, you don’t understand! This is huge! Irris is coming to Teyvat! Do you know what this means? I might actually get to meet her properly this time!”

Kaeya smirked, his voice dripping with playful sarcasm. “Oh, we know what it means. It means you’re going to embarrass yourself—and by extension, all of us—the moment you’re within ten feet of her.”

“I will not!” Childe shot back, his face turning red. “I’ll be cool, calm, and collected. You’ll see!”

Diluc, who had been quietly observing the exchange, couldn’t resist chiming in. “Cool, calm, and collected? You? That’s the funniest thing I’ve heard all day.”

Childe turned to glare at him. “Oh, shut it, Diluc. Just because you’re allergic to fun doesn’t mean the rest of us have to be.”

Zhongli, ever the mediator, raised a hand to stop the bickering before it could escalate. “Enough, both of you. Let’s not turn this into another argument. If Irris is indeed joining Teyvat Entertainment, we’ll likely cross paths with her sooner or later. Let’s focus on being professional, shall we?”

Childe crossed his arms, pouting slightly. “Fine. But just so you know, I’m not the one who’s going to make things awkward.”

Kaeya snorted. “Famous last words.”

Albedo, sensing the conversation was about to spiral again, cleared his throat. “Let’s save the rest of this discussion for later. We’re almost back, and I’d rather not have to break up another fight before we even get out of the van.”

The group fell into a comfortable silence, the kind that came with the unspoken understanding that they were all in this together—chaos, bickering, and all. As the van pulled into the parking lot, Childe couldn’t help but grin to himself, his mind already racing with plans for the day he’d finally get to meet Irris properly.

Kaeya noticed the look on his face and leaned over, his voice low and teasing. “Just promise me one thing, Childe.”

“What?” Childe asked, raising an eyebrow.

“When you inevitably make a fool of yourself in front of her, make sure someone’s recording it. I want to savor the moment.”

Childe groaned, throwing his hands up in exasperation. “You’re all the worst.”

Diluc, who had been quietly gathering his things, mumbled as he opened the van door. “Welcome to DCKZ.”

[sotwk]

Hi! I loved reading your headcanons on Arvellas and I was wondering if had some for Turhir? He's my favorite Thranduilion brother and I was just curious. No pressure to do this or anything if you don't want to. 😊Thank you!

Eeek! I am *so* happy when people ask me about Turhir, because I'm really trying to grow his little fanclub (I know you've consistently been on Team Turhir since Day 1 @stormchaser819, so bless you!), and here is another opportunity to give him a little marketing boost!

If anyone were to ask me who among the Thranduilions I would label "The Sexiest", the answer is easy. THIS Prince. They're all attractive of course, and certainly "sexy" is extremely subjective, but I hope my headcanons (and eventually, more fics!) can make my case for me. :)

Prince Turhir Thranduilion

15 Fun SotWK AU Headcanons

When Elvenqueen Maereth was pregnant with her second-born child, she carried so big and heavy, an outside observer would have thought she was carrying multiples. However, with Elven mothers having the foresight they do, Maereth knew it was just one future-prince. And she knew he would be a giant!  

Maereth endured the hardest labor with Turhir--three whole days of active labor pains! Turhir was also the only child to stay significantly past his due date, and some might connect this to his special love and devotion to his mother. Turhir (“Victorious Master”) was also the only prince to have been named before he came out of the womb. 

Turhir is the only prince to be taller than the Elvenking. Turhir is 7 feet, 6 inches while Thranduil is 7 feet, 3 inches. (The next tallest prince is Mirion at 7 feet.) 

Turhir’s earliest childhood ambition was to be a member of the Kingsguard, so he could protect his parents, especially the mother he adores. However, this was a position unbefitting a royal prince, as his father would explain to him. The King suggested that he instead aspire to be the Master Trainer of Eryn Galen’s forces, a top position Turhir would eventually earn in TA 542. 

Young Turhir was always keen on pleasing his parents, so it is difficult to know whether his lifelong career as a soldier was his genuine aspiration, or borne of a desire to please Thranduil, who took immense pride in Turhir’s natural military prowess.

Turhir has leonine agility and grace despite his immense size. When he walks or moves, he seems light as air and silent as a shadow, able to attack stealthily, while still striking with the force of a hill-troll.

But what makes Turhir a truly extraordinary warrior is his focus and precise control over his strength and skills. He never goes into blind rage, even in the heat of battle, but fights methodically, his every move measured and with intent. He has great knowledge about incapacitating opponents without killing them, or injuring someone (even of different races/physiologies) just a hairline shy of causing death. Although he will not hesitate to kill when necessary, he does not take pleasure in it; neither is he insensitive to loss of life.

Out of everyone in his family, Turhir is the most proficient hand-to-hand combatant, learning from the most veteran native Silvan warriors who specialize in this. He can fight with any weapon and can turn anything into a weapon (i.e. John Wick with a pencil), but he most favors polearms, ranging in size from lances to throwing javelins.

When Turhir was appointed prince-regent of Thangail in T.A. 280, he was the only prince to build his city of residence from the ground up (literally, he helped in its construction). His domicile in the north-west corner of Greenwood, Barad Aithron (“Tower of Spears”), is in fact a fortress that includes the largest barracks in the realm, housing the soldiers known as the Hedryn. 

Around TA 300, Thranduil worked with Turhir to formally establish the Hedryn (“spear-throwers”), a division of Eryn Galen’s infantry that consisted of foot soldiers armed with shield and spear, similar to the Ancient Greeks’ hoplites. These soldiers were primarily trained to be deadly individual warriors, but also trained to fight as a unit in phalanx formation, on the rare occasions they deployed on an open field. Each single Hadron underwent rigorous training with their commander, Prince Turhir, before being accepted into the ranks. Although the Hedryn were dissolved soon after Turhir’s departure in TA 2601 (340 years before The Hobbit), much of their influence can still be seen in Mirkwood’s forces as they fought at the Battle of the Five Armies.

Turhir’s greatest passion outside of his military job is carpentry and joinery. He likes working with timber to construct things, especially buildings. He would often show up at community builds (even homes are built as a community effort), volunteering his labor as discreetly as possible so that gradually people just got used to the prince working alongside them. 

Although Turhir generally tries to fly under the radar at the realm’s community celebrations, Eryn Galen’s annual “Teilien Laer” (summer games) is where he naturally shines, and allows himself the attention. Crowds gather to cheer on the display of physical prowess from all the Silvan Elves, but Turhir in particular is the main attraction in every event he participates in.  

Turhir is a mysterious legend to the Dúnedain, specifically the Men of Arnor. Old songs passed down through the centuries tell of a great Elf-Knight, “Turoquen”, who won the great tournament held in the summer of TA 280 in Annúminas, celebrating the birth of Tarcil, grandson of King Eldacar. This was the first and only time Turhir ever participated in a tournament outside of his own realm, but it was enough to make a mark in history (although he is never truly credited in the songs and tales). 

Turhir is on much more familiar terms with the various Northmen tribes who occupied the lands around Eryn Galen throughout the Third Age. Out of all the princes, he engaged the most with these peoples and formed relationships with them that lasted across centuries, including the Lôthéod (a tribe that preceded the Éothéod, the ancestors of the Rohirrim), and the shape-shifting ancestors of Beorn. 

Turhir is one of the best horse masters in the Woodland Realm. He was responsible for propagating the arrochs, a very rare breed of giant horses descended from war steeds brought over from Valinor by the Host of the West. The arrochs were very few in number, allowing Turhir to personally break and train every single one that was birthed.

Thank you again for the Ask, @stormchaser819! <3 I apologize for the unexpected info dump; even I didn't realize I still had SO much to stay about this character! XD

While my fancast for Turhir is Sam Heughan, I also take inspiration from the following characters, especially in regards to his fighting style: Tarzan, Achilles (Troy 2004), and Nuada (Hellboy)

Want to learn more about Turhir ? Turhir Headcanon Masterlist

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[anulithots]

This is a very tentative existence. I could very well have serious consequences that wouldn't end well (got banned from social media and this is a loophole)

I because I can't have social media, I made my own:

It's still in the works but ta da ta da!

Thanks to everyone who's stuck with me so far, and I hope to see you all again one day!

(@sm-writes-chaos, thank you soooo much for the fanart)

Feel free to keep sending me things! I can see everything that I'm tagged in and asks and comments. (They get sent to my email.)

I may not be able to respond, but I always appreciate it! See me as benevolent internet being. Send me your stories, link click things, anime recs, anything and everything!

Current hyperfixations I'd love to ramble about:

Nightcord at 25 (the mizuki event I sob),

Arcane

Bocchi the Rock,

Link Click (HAPPY YINGDU ARC *sobs*),

Sherlock Holmes

and I"m always open to seeing things/talking about things in cellular biology <3

The summer Hikaru Died

Six of Crows

(Not so quick, sorry I ramble) Quick info:

Hello hello, my name's Noor, (they/them, fae/faer, it/its).

I have some semblance of a human-like flesh, but in reality I'm a conglomerate of stories and shadows, which I hoard like a dragon

I'm aspec and genderfluid. Where on the aroace spectrum? Yes. (Basically, I'm a queer platonic sap, hi)

Fandoms: Link Click, Kasane Teto, Arcane, Sherlock Holmes, Nightcord at 25 and Project Sekai, Qualia the purple, Jujutsu Kaisen, Alien stage, the Girl from the Other Side, the Little Prince, Autodale/the dead sound short films, toilet bound hanako-kun, The summer HIkaru died, Qualia the purple, Six of crows.

Song artists: THornapple, Eve, BaishaJAWS, Waisa Project, Marina and the Diamonds, Mitski, Yaelkore, Kasane teto, Ado, 告五天, Vaundy

I will ship queer platonically, fandoms are missing out on queer platonic ships THEY ARE SO WONDEROUS AKJDFKLSDLKFj

I favor themes and character development and overanalyze everything, to the point where my thoughts contain more of my existence than existence itself.

my responsibility avoidance has caught up to me yet I'm still here

Things I have a strange amount of information on: Biology (particularly apoptosis and caspases), the mycorrhizal system and trees, herbs, rhetorical devices and storytelling, marketing, editing, quantum physics, character analysis, random theoretical and phycological musings, spirituality but we don't talk about that, basically nothing practical whatsoever.

Least favorite things: chairs, shoes, grocery stores, the looming doom of being independent, grass lawns, the school system, apathy, being told to 'go to sleep at a reasonable time', executive dysfunction

Fun fact: My life's purpose is to turn the subjects I like (like biology) into stories (an episodic narrative about a caspase trying to find meaning in life before they destroy the cell and end it all).

I also make dolls

In other news, since large Anuli doll has been... ruined. I make a tiny one, I'll upload picutures on youtube at somepoint. NIce to see you all! If you wish to respond, feel free to tag me in a reblog!

@osbob-the-existent @starryeyeddarlings @sleepy-vix @sea-dwelling-wizard

Original is here <-- intro post. It's older.

Thank you to everyone who reads my ramblings and likes my stories, you all mean the world to me and I can't thank you enough. <3

The dearest, most wonderous people, otherwise known as the lotff tag list:

@waitingforthesunrise @sm-writes-chaos @holdmyteaplease @full-on-sam

@osbob-the-existent @awleeofficial

@clearcloudlesssky @gummybugg @sleepy-vix @starryeyeddarlings

@sea-dwelling-wizard @snowpoet123 @ashirisu 

lmk if you'd like to be added or removed <3 🌿

In Stars and Time Hyperfixation

Listen if I were to give a summary of my thoughts we'd be here for days. It's so good. It's soo good. The character dynamics and the themes and the possible interpretations and if you apply existentialism to this game it gives a whole other slew of interpretations AND SAMOSAS

Link Click Hyperfixation

Otherwise known as Cheng Xiaoshi, his sister, and his queer platonic bf all get traumatized as they break the space time continuum.

GIF by bishonenlover

What shall I say? The subtle buildup of Cheng Xiaoshi's backstory, the way it gets more and more tragic and nuanced as it parallels with those he possesses? The way he can adapt and strategize for the given situation (despite the fact that everyone sees him as just a silly), how he continues to wait for his parents, how he loves Lu Guang so much he would lose him just to respect his wishes, how his emotional connection with those he possesses overwhelms him and it's. so. tragic.

Lu Guang's adherence to the rules to the point where he's ripping at the seams, how he teases Cheng Xiaoshi even more than Cheng XIaoshi does to him (yes even with his stoic character. He's so silly... also season two), how he has the most queer platonic coded relationship with Cheng Xiaoshi ever?

Qiao Ling and her avoidance of uncomfortable feelings, the way she canonically called Cheng Xiaoshi her brother and is the only one able to connect with Xixi, how she's actually the only levelheaded character here? (Shee'sss sooo prettyyy I lovvee herrr)

Jujutsu Kaisen Hyperfixation

GIF by heycaz

As the name suggests, I am hyperfixated. I have also written essays analyzing these characters. Be very afraid. And/or come suffer with me /pos

Also also, for those who don't want to see any JJK smut, this blog should be safe for you! <3 I ship Satosugu but in a... transcend labels, queer platonic flavor sort of way. And I flipflop on itafushi. Either way they are soul mates and labels are just extra. Found family dynamics and everlasting friendships/comfort people are peak fiction for me.

Anuli's favorite stories

Favorite writeblrs and stories from tumblr

The Land of the Fallen Fairies

A character-centric commentary on the pursuit of happiness, told by tree fairies.

zine

Which one my characters are you? Uquiz (Includes Anuli, Kamari, and two other characters not mentioned.)

This has changed a lot. I'll write something here eventually. More info updates on my website

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for getting a local barber run out of town?

So, context, I work at a radio station and am a pretty well-known figure. I wouldn't say "celebrity" or anything, but people know who I am and trust me to give good, solid, unbiased reports of local news. A few months ago, the love of my life (I'll call him C) came into town. We've only had a few conversations, but I know for a fact that he's my soulmate. Now, I'm not shallow, but this man had literally perfect hair. A lot of the community agrees with me on this, and I sincerely believe that admiring C's hair was a small source of happiness for the whole town. Life is full of dangers, and our town needs all the joy it can get.

So here's where I may be TA. Last week C went to get his beautiful hair cut short. This on its own would be heartbreaking, but the barber totally messed up the haircut, and I… might have overreacted a little. I said the barber's name and the address of his business on the air while reporting on what happened, and the rest of the town reacted accordingly. The last I heard of him, he was out wandering the sandwastes, howling at the night in anguish over what he had done.

In my mind, I was just doing my duty as a reporter. I pride myself on my accuracy and I know others tune in with the expectation that they'll get the whole story; nothing cut, no details ommitted or warped. The barber should have anticipated the town's negative reaction to the haircut and either refused to do it or at the very least done a better job. I hate to say he deserved what he got, but one can't expect to be completely free of consequences, either.

So, AITA?

[sprunkimortality]

What does everyone think of Sprinkles? (No rush on this)

Oren: “Oh, she’s pretty neat, bro.”

Raddy: “Ehhh. I don’t have much to say ‘bout her. As long as she keeps off my backyard.”

Clukr: “Saves’ adoptive granddaughter, yes? She’s a decently good child, I suppose.”

Fun Bot: “I like teaching her my moves, it makes me happy when she copies some of them! Though, I might have to slow down a little on some of them…”

Vineria: “She’s real adorable.”

Gray: “She called me a big brother once. I’m still happy about it.”

Brud: “Cupcake!! Me want eat! But said not can eat…”

Garnold: “I’ve heard she’s a good kid.”

OWAKCX: “…” (doesn’t know who Sprinkles is)

Sky: “I feel like a real grown-up around her. We’re both Sprunklings, but she’s the littlest. Heheh!”

Mr. Sun: “Our little Sprunkling of Sugar! She’s sweet on the outside and inside!”

Durple: “Oh, she’s quite a dear little one! She doesn’t quite understand some of the eloquent terms I spout, yet I know she’s trying her best to follow. Oh, and guess who made her birthday dress? Me, of course~! Who else would be fashionably keen enough to turn sequins into sprinkles? Hohoho~!”

Mr. Tree: “She knows how to enjoy her youth while she can. It’s an adorable trait.”

Simon: “She’s so fun!! I like playing along with her, it takes me back to my Sprunkling years every time! Though, to be fair, my inner Sprunkling is always active and alive!”

Tunner: “Heh, she’s a sweet lil’ plum. I remember when she made me this DIY badge, it was too adorable and kind ta’ pass on. Where is it, ya ask? Look under ma’ vest; I kept it close to m’ heart.”

Mr. Fun Computer: “She doesn’t get to visit me too often since Father Clukr is very particular about children being inside the laboratory. But when she does, it’s always fun! She loves playing my video games! She even partakes in my gameshows sometimes! Of course, with Saves’ consent.”

Wenda: “Oh my gosh, she’s like, the little sister I never had. Not to brag, buuuuuut I like spoiling her with outfits and stuff, and like, I sometimes take her out to eat at midnight. She’s lovely, very lovely. If anyone hurt her then I’d definitely start fighting them too, cause like, who would ever?!”

Pinki: “Sprinkles is adorable! In fact, she inspired one of my cupcake flavors! I call it Plumkles!...the name wasn’t exactly thought on too deeply, hehe. It has sweet plum filling inside and icing that looks like the one on Sprinkles’ head! Heeheehee~!”

Jevin: “Dear little cupcake, soft and rotund. Living her life so sweet and so fun. If only nothing could shatter that light, the light that shines in her eyes so vibrantly bright. Little Sprinkles, do cherish your friends. Cherish them until the very end.”

Black: “She’s…her demeanor’s familiar to me…uh, anyway. She’s a good kid.”

Saves: “Oh, my little Sparkles…she always knows how to cheer me up…”

Ciqu: (Canonically unavailable due to arc, but here’s his hypothetical reaction) “She abides. I have no strong opinions of her.”

Calvin: “Heh, she’s one of my good friends. We’ve known each other since we were really little. She’s like, one of the kindest Sprunkies you could ever meet. And she likes ninjas too, so there’s that. I mean, she did give me this strap right here to help complete my uniform. She’s also…really pretty. And I…find her really…cute- w-wait- please don’t tell anyone I said that.”

[thatanimewriter]

𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏 - 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘰𝘣 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵!

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❝ 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞. ❞ ──   𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘢  𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪 𝘹 𝘨𝘯. 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

you are the heir to a well-known doll company. ironically, you’re just as small as one. at ouran academy, you help out at the host club as a host yourself, creating dolls of your clients upon their request. though it seems it's not just the guests who admire your work...

── 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵! 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘵

𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 + 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

"welcome!" the boys greeted as haruhi stepped into the club room - late, might i add. you came through holding some baskets of fruit, ignoring the mass of shirtless boys nearby.

"you finally made it, haruhi, you're so late," the twins teased monotonously.

"i could be wrong, but my calendar says it's still early spring," haruhi mumbled, checking her pocket calendar.

"cuddling under a kotatsu table fearing the cold is nonsense!" tamaki exclaimed while honey and mori ran around in the background. "and besides, the heating system we have here is... the best!"

"do you have a problem with the way we run our club, haruhi?" kyoya inquired. "be careful what you say, you owe us 8 million yen, remember?" haruhi gasped in surprise, thinking about the broken vase in horror.

"gentlemen don't bundle up in bulky clothing," you said, mimicking Tamaki, earning a chuckle from mori and kyoya and a laughing fit from honey and the twins. once more, mori set off with honey on his shoulders

"it may be chilly early spring out there in the real world, but here at the club, we want to surprise our chilly little kittens with a warm tropical paradise." tamaki wrapped an arm around haruhi. "oh, yes! we've turned this place into nirvana!" the longer tamaki spoke, the more club members zoned out. you finished placing the fruit on each member's table and went into the changerooms, finding your balinese outfit hanging on the wall.

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you inwardly cringed at tamaki's successful attempts at swooning his guests.

"oh, yes. i almost forgot to mention to you ladies. next week, the ouran host club is sponsoring a party," tamaki commented.

"we're throwing a party?" haruhi asked, turning around.

"what kind of party is it going to be? is it going to be formal?" one of the twin's guests inquired.

"yes, in fact, we've rented the school's largest hall," hikaru responded.

"it's the perfect place for dancing," kaoru added.

hikaru moved closer to his brother, "but i really wanted to spend some alone time with you, kaoru."

"don't be upset, hikaru. i know exactly how you feel." at their interactions, their guests lost composure, fangirling over the dynamic.

"the guests seem to be more worked up than they usually are," haruhi noted.

"showing some skin proves popular with the ladies," kyoya replied, scribbling in his notebook.

"so, are you the one who came up with this tropical paradise idea?" she wondered.

"he has no decision-making authority. all of the club's policies have been laid out by the club's king, tamaki," you answered, standing beside haruhi. "but, i guess there's no harm in saying that kyoya slipped a bali photobook onto tamaki's desk."

"ta-da!" honey exclaimed, presenting his balinese flowers draped around his neck. "hi, ladies! i love these balinese flowers! we had them flown in!" mori walked past holding a pineapple. "takashi!" honey crawled up his cousin's body and threw an identical necklace over his head. "there! we match!"

"very cute, boys," you commented with a small smile.

"[name]! do you want one, too?" the shorter boy asked.

"oh, well..." you put a finger to your chin, "if you don't mind..." the guests sitting with the pair gushed over your actions as honey placed another necklace around your neck. as you were about to leave, mori tapped your shoulder, making you turn around once more. he gently placed a stray flower behind your ear and ruffled your hair with a nearly unnoticeable smile. "thanks, takashi!"

he hummed in response, "yeah."

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"hey, boss! why don't you stop eating that commoner's ramen and come over here to help us with the party planning," hikaru suggested.

"does it really bother you that princess kasuga has taken a liking to haruhi?" you asked gently.

"he shouldn't be surprised, she's had the illness for a while, now, hasn't she?" kyoya commented.

"what illness?" haruhi wondered, causing the twins to slide over to her.

"she's got the host hopping disease," hikaru began.

"a.k.a, the never-the-same-boy-twice disease," kaoru finished.

"usually our customers choose a favourite host and then see them regularly. however, princess kanako tends to change her favourites; on a regular basis," kyoya explained monotonously.

"that's right! because before she was with you she was with tama-chan," honey added cheerfully.

"oh. so, he's upset because i took her from him?" haruhi asked blankly.

"shut up! i couldn't care less! i'm running out of patience!" tamaki exclaimed. "haruhi! it's time you started dressing like a girl!"

"huh?"

"i don't understand how you could be so popular with the ladies when you yourself are a lady! no one in the entire school knows the truth except for those of us here!" he complained, completely outraged.

"yeah, she opted out of taking gym classes," hikaru said.

"and the attendance numbers are all mixed together, so no one can tell," kaoru added.

you jumped when tamaki suddenly pulled out a middle school photo of haruhi in a large golden frame. "the more i look at this picture, the more amazed i am," hikaru commented. "how could this possibly become that?" the entire club turned to haruhi as she explained the struggles of getting gum out of long hair.

"i can confirm. it is a pain," you said, turning to mori and gently taking his hand in yours to grab his attention. he turned to face you, squeezing your hand lightly to signify he was listening. "i've got to head home, now. fill me in when things get sorted out?"

"mhm," he replied, releasing your hand as you went to gather your things.

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you opened the doors to the club, followed by a boy carrying tea sets.

"hello? i'm here with the new teacups you ordered," the boy announced.

"ah. thank you very much," kyoya responded. "every item you've chosen for us has been extremely popular with the ladies. i'm quite impressed."

"well, that's good to hear," the boy answered.

"so, do you sell tea sets?" haruhi questioned, walking over to the pair.

"no, i'm just a regular student. can't you tell by the uniform?"

you eyed them as they conversed, returning to your station you had temporarily set up to finish the doll you'd been working on. softly combing through the synthetic hair, you began sticking it onto the head that was covered in glad wrap. from afar, mori watched as you created the wig that would later be properly attached to the doll. oddly enough, he didn't recognise the hair colour as a guest of yours, or anyone's, really. pulling up a chair beside you, he noticed a small mp3 player beside you, and a single earbud tucked into your ear. taking the other, he scooted closer to you and put the earbud in his ear, watching in silence as you worked.

"aren't you gonna participate in whatever antics are going on with the others?" you wondered, gently laying more wefts of hair onto the scalp of the blank doll, not taking your eyes off your work.

"hm," he responded, and though it was only a short hum, you knew he wasn't interested in tamaki's scheming, or in this case, sulking. "who's this?"

you turned to him briefly, taking in the gentle gaze that he seemed to always hold for yourself and honey before turning back to your work. "just a random project, it's nothing specific." mori arched an eyebrow almost microscopically at your hesitance, but didn't question further. his eyes seemed to brighten as a new song came on, one that you often listened to when the both of you would study together in comfortable silence, though while it tended to bring a smile to his face at the thought of all the memories and times you'd spent together, he couldn't help but notice a distant - almost sad - look in your eyes as you worked.

glancing at the drawing you'd done as a concept, he observed the various blemishes and chips along the doll's body. of course, he knew you'd paint them on, you would never dare destroy the doll's body itself, that was absolute sacrilege in your mind. the longer he looked at it, the more he found that the texture you'd shaded onto the skin on your concept drawing looked a lot like concrete, or even bone with how broken the doll seemed to look. and yet, there was only one thing that seemed to come to mind for him.

"beautiful."

your gaze flicked to him and you quickly realised what he was referring to. what you'd been working on was far from your usual style, since the girls at the host club often wanted to be portrayed the most heavenly as possible, flawless in every way, and though you knew mori would be one of your biggest supporters - alongside family and honey - his reaction still surprised you.

"thank you, takashi," you said, allowing him to keep looking over your sketch, fully taking in all the detail that the host club's guests didn't allow for and a gentle smile graced his lips at the thought of you being able to use this design to refresh your skills in painting, but he'd made a mental note to come back to the forlorn look behind your eyes.

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"it is so good to see you here tonight, my little lambs," tamaki began, "the ouran host club would like to bid you... welcome." a spotlight fell upon his figure as he bowed for the audience gathered in one of the academy's biggest halls. then, one by one, each chandelier that hung from the ceiling lit up, showing the crowd of predominantly women, and cueing the orchestra to begin playing. as applause reverberated through the room, the hosts that were placed on equal intervals on the staircase rose to full height, tamaki being top and centre.

"as always, ladies, the host club members are here for your entertainment, so we invite you to dance to your heart's content. based on her dancing skills, one lucky lady will be chosen as tonight's queen. the queen's reward will be a passionate kiss on the cheek from our king," kyoya explained, oddly chipper considering the expenses necessary to put on such a function.

"good luck to you, my darlings," tamaki said, causing girls left and right to swoon and squeal, in some cases faint.

the twins slid over to haruhi, who was hunched over herself and looking rather sick of it already, not that she could be blamed. "haruhi, show some enthusiasm," they chided.

"well excuse me, you guys, sorry. i'm not used to this sort of thing," haruhi explained, "i've only ever gone to the festivals held in my neighborhood park."

"i don't know if you can really consider that a party or not..." you mumbled to yourself, standing beside a mori with a honey sitting atop his shoulders.

"well, since you're already here you might as well get yourself something to eat," kyoya suggested, writing in his iconic black notebook.

"we've got quite a spread," you encouraged, which seemed to cheer haruhi up just a little bit.

"a spread?" she asked, "with fancy tuna?" she asked innocently. kyoya's pen snapped - god knows how much strength that took - and the whole club seemed shocked.

"fancy tuna?!" they exclaimed. tamaki flipped himself over the stairs onto the level the rest of the club were standing on as haruhi went red with embarrassment, getting snuggled by both hikaru and kaoru, who were rubbing their cheeks against her hair with tears in their eyes.

"get some fancy tuna here right now!" tamaki demanded.

"add some deluxe sushi," kyoya spoke into his phone.

you sighed at their doting. "now that that's out of the way... you boys should head onto the dance floor. you shouldn't keep these lovely ladies waiting," you said.

as they separated and took the hands of various women waiting for a dance, you hid away in the dressing room, setting up the supplies that hikaru and kaoru had brought and making sure haruhi's dress was properly steamed and ready to go.

"thanks, [name]," a chorus of voices said, making you turn to face the hosts, bar tamaki, mori and honey.

"no problem, i'm assuming kasuga has arrived?" you wondered.

"mori-senpai and honey-senpai should be bringing haruhi now-"

just as kyoya spoke, a whirlwind of bodies came through the door and mori set down haruhi from his grasp.

"you didn't have to be so forceful," haruhi complained.

"never mind that, go get changed," hikaru retorted.

"yeah!" honey added, pushing haruhi into the curtained off section for her to change.

"a little accident towards the end of the night would be quite thrilling," kyoya commented, "and remember haruhi, there are only 20 minutes remaining before the party reaches its climax."

"suzushima is already waiting for you in the classroom across the hall," you informed.

as haruhi pulled back the curtain and sat in the makeup chair, you gently folded her suit, making sure it was neat for when she changed back.

"you have to ask him how he feels, ok?" honey said.

"uhhh, we know this is the boss' strategy, but it's kind of unsettling," the twins stated, working their magic onto haruhi's face until the doors burst open once again.

"gentlemen! here you all are, what are you doing?" tamaki exclaimed, "the guests are waiting for-" he abruptly stopped talking when he caught sight of haruhi, donning a lovely light pink dress and wig eerily similar to the hairstyle she had before she cut her hair.

"so? what do you think?" the twins asked, happy with their handiwork.

"wow, you look so cute!" honey complimented as the club watched haruhi walk awkwardly around the room.

"my face feels heavy and it's hard to walk in these shoes," she complained, heading down the hall to meet suzushima.

"good luck, haruhi!" the twins cheered, watching her disappear down the dark unlit corridors.

"i can't believe... she's so pretty," tamaki mumbled, staring in adoration from behind the twins.

you sighed and stood by honey, turning him to face you gently as you smoothed out his blazer. "there, all cute again," you said, giving him a smile.

"thanks [nickname]-chan!"

as you inspected mori, you did the same, gently tugging on the bottom of his blazer to straighten any crinkles from impromptu kidnapping haruhi. "takashi," you muttered, eyeing his wonky ribbon tie. understanding your request, he knelt down for you to reach it, letting you shift it enough to centre it again. "look at you, all stoic and handsome," you teased as he stood again.

he smiled lightly at the gesture. "hm."

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yourself and the host club smiled as you onlooked kasuga and suzushima dance together under the pale moonlight, as did the guests, though you couldn't help but notice the bananas that the twins had somehow sourced for themselves.

"ah, may this awkward couple forever be blessed!" tamaki exclaimed, extending his arms out extravagantly.

"and now we'll announce the queen of the ball!" hikaru began.

"congratulations princess kanako kasugazaki!" kaoru finished, earning a loud applause from the guests.

"and for her reward, a kiss on the cheek from the king!" hikaru reminded.

tamaki brought his arms in, placing a hand under his chin in a tick shape. "you ready?" he asked flirtatiously.

"haruhi fujioka will stand in for tamaki!" kaoru said, shocking both haruhi and tamaki.

"kyoya did say that a little accident towards the end of the night might make the evening more thrilling for everyone," the twins added in unison as tamaki looked between them relentlessly.

"there's no way i can kiss her," haruhi grumbled.

"if you do it, we'll cut your debt by one third," kyoya bribed.

"well it is just a peck on the cheek..."

as haruhi descended the stairs, honey brought up an odd thought. "hey, you don't think this is haru-chan's first kiss, do you?"

"what?" tamaki asked breathlessly. as haruhi gently cupped kasuga's face, tamaki came charging towards them. "wait, haruhi!" but in classic hitachiin twin fashion, a banana peel had been left on the stairway for tamaki to slip on, accidentally pushing haruhi and kasuga into a proper kiss, shocking suzushima and the two girls, who quickly jumped away from each other and ignored tamaki, who lay flat on the floor.

the squeals of girls deafened everyone's ears, but you were soon distracted by that as honey jumped onto mori, opting to sit on his shoulders again. you glanced at them innocently as they smiled down at you and mori's hand came to rest on your shoulder as you onlooked the scene below.