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gretagerwigsmuse · 10 months ago

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this chapter was SOOOO good! i loved getting to see more home life (even though it came at a price) with her father who is so sweet and kind and encouraging, i’m glad she’s there for him at least! and i was not expecting the in person confrontation!! i figured it would happen via letters somehow so i was pleasantly surprised! more below 💕 (also did i see something in the comments about an epilogue 👀 i would not complain��)

It felt as though there were a ticking time bomb lurking in your dress, awaiting one wrong move. The only problem was, you’d already made that wrong move. - ooooo i love this imagery! it’s scorching in her pocket, poor thing!

You are anything but ordinary to me, sweet girl. Aside from your stunning beauty you are wise and bright and funny and carrying. In a word you are extraordinary to me. - i’m swooning! and again, the “looks” bring him in but everything else is why he stayed! and that’s what matters

There is nothing you can say or do that would have me change my mind unless you were to outright refuse me. - which she kind of does, in a roundabout way? her comments about him being married could be construed as a refusal and i think he takes it that way and that’s why he backs off?

Letters continued to arrive from him, every three weeks or so, and were promptly stored away in the bottom of your suitcase with the rest. - curious if we’ll find out what those letters said? did she keep them? i hope she did even if she didn’t read them

He coaxed gently as he grasped your wrist in one hand, producing a monogrammed handkerchief from his pocket with the other. - ughhh i’m a sucker for a monogrammed handkerchief 😮‍💨

“Almost makes me sorry I got promoted.” He smirked and your brow wrinkled in bewilderment as he rose to his feet. “Miss being called ‘leftenant.’” - awwwwwww this is so sweet (i also love that british people say leftenant and for the longest time didn’t think it was the same thing as lieutenant lol)

She sneered before her palm lashed out to smack across your left cheek with a harsh ‘crack.’ - i gasped the first (and second time) i read this! damn izzy!!!

It was honestly no surprise that Miss…just Isobel now…had carried on with him despite that knowledge, but that was a line you would have never allowed yourself to cross knowingly. - oh izzy totally wouldn’t mind haha (but the poor thing!!! i was wondering how it would all work in!)

“Did…did you mean a word of it?” His voice was laced with a dangerously tempting hint of tenderness and you felt your lower lip tremble precariously. - of course she did!! and he knows that! that’s why he chased after her

The display in the shop window with a relatively new World Atlas caught your attention and you found yourself leaving with it - this was so sweet and endearing, i like that she kind of subconsciously buys it and then uses it to follow along with the war. also i loved my atlas when i was younger so im a little biased here 🤭

I listen every day to your progress on the news, follow along in an Atlas I purchased to better understand it. - only adding on to the above comment, i love that she actually tells him this? it’s really sweet and honest!

Yes. Yes, I meant every word of it, more than I recognized while I was writing it. Until it was too late. - oh sweet girl!!! i loved this entire letter, the whole reintroduction was really sweet

If weeks in the frigid hellscape of Bastogne taught me anything it is how much I adored your letters, your charm and intelligence were wasted in the world of black and white. Life in technicolor suits you so very much more. - okay so you LOVE her huh? 🤭🤭

A life that is more than just the prescribed checklist of expectations. - ughhhh i LOVE this!

Could you see to it too? - 🤭🤭🤭🤭

I Wish You Love | Part Three

I Wish You Love Masterlist

Lewis Nixon x Housemaid!Female Reader

The letter you never intended to post has a slew of consequences and life will never be the same for anyone – you and Captain Nixon most of all.

Warnings: Canon typical violence, Angst, Class Divide, Infidelity, Dishonesty, Minor Reader Injury, Blood, Language, Smoking, Alcohol Consumption, Inevitable Historical and Military Inaccuracies, Mature/Explicit Themes - 18+ ONLY.

Author's Note: Reader's nationality is British and liberties have been taken in describing her background and family life for the sake of plot. No physical descriptions or y/n used. A good portion of this fic will be letter-based. This is a work of fiction based off the portrayal by the actors in the HBO series. I hold nothing but respect for the real life individuals referenced within.

Word Count: 5211

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Lieutenant Nixon’s reply arrived in early October. The weeks since the family’s return to Lydiard had been bleak. The change from summer to autumn typically brought with it a renewed sense of energy, vigor, and anticipation for the festivities to come at the end of the year. All you seemed to feel was the life draining out of the world around you, underwritten by a growing sense of dread that culminated in the arrival of the morning post that day.

You lost your breakfast in the bathroom, hands shaking as they wiped your mouth clean, unable to face the contents of the envelope. Miss Isobel, for her part, was basking in her re-insertion into her social circle around Lydiard – gentlemen callers, vapid daughters of landed gentry. She barely noticed how unwell or vacant you looked, though catching your own reflection in her mirror as you fixed her hair reminded you to get a grip until you could take Dash for his walk.

Even once you’d reached the lake shore, the dog settling into a more relaxed pace after his initial excitement at the outset, you remained reluctant to open it. It felt as though there were a ticking time bomb lurking in your dress, awaiting one wrong move. The only problem was, you’d already made that wrong move.

“No going back now.” You muttered grimly and gingerly slid the letter from its envelope.

The pages crinkled in your hand as your gripped them fiercely, trying with all your might to swallow past the lump in your throat. You weren’t entirely sure which part was worse, reading him pledge his undying devotion to another woman or the fact that he would not give up on her unless she were to outright refuse him. Because despite the utter mess you had made of it, there was no possible way you could ever find it in yourself to do that.

And so, like the complete coward you had become, you took a page from Miss Isobel’s book and simply did not reply. As you should have done all those months ago in May. It was her intention to leave his correspondence unanswered, you were just, finally – after a long and twisted path – honouring her wishes. Never mind that it turned all food to sawdust in your mouth and robbed you of sleep, changing you into some sleep-walking wraith.

Letters continued to arrive from him, every three weeks or so, and were promptly stored away in the bottom of your suitcase with the rest. Sweet Izzy was as good as dead. There was only the real article left and she was just as much a handful as she’d ever been, carrying-on with some doctor at the prison camp now. The air turned cold, sparkling frost replaced the morning dew on the lawn. You barely noticed it as you allowed Dash to drag you along behind him on his daily sojourns.

Your father was begging you to come home on your day off before Christmas, maybe it would do you good to get out of Lydiard for a while – out of your grief-stricken stupor and back into the land of the living. Returning Dash to his favourite cushion in the sitting room one morning, you quickly grabbed a tray to collect one of the cut crystal glasses that had surely been left in there by a house guest the night before. You were crossing through the front hall towards the back stairs when you heard Mr. Atkinson open the front door.

“Good day, Captain Nixon.” His tone was as professional as ever, but you still managed to note the hint of surprise as you whirled around to see the very man whose letters you had been avoiding standing there in his dress uniform.

Two gold bars now adorned his garrison cap. So that was why Mr. Atkinson had called him Captain. Struggling to inhale a full breath, you realized much too late that you had lost sensation in your fingertips, the sound of the tray and its fragile cargo impacting the ground overtaking whatever Captain Nixon had said in reply to Mr. Atkinson’s greeting.

Cursing under your breath, you crouched quickly to snatch up the tray, frantically trying to pluck the shards of broken crystal from the floor with your bare fingers as your heart slammed against your rib cage like a bird trying to escape its confines. A particularly large, jagged edge caught the flesh of your palm, making you hiss as blood welled scarlet against your skin.

“Whoa, easy there.” Captain Nixon’s voice was a lot closer than you expected, making you jolt back, startled. “Let me see that.” He coaxed gently as he grasped your wrist in one hand, producing a monogrammed handkerchief from his pocket with the other. “You really shouldn’t be picking up broken glass with your bare hands, you know.” He chided with a soft grin, expertly wrapping your hand with the soft, expensive cotton.

You watched silently, wondering how many times he’d performed similar acts on his fellow soldiers in the heat of battle. You’d never realized quite how good his aftershave smelled, how the hints of vanilla and allspice wrapped around you before.

“There, all better.” His voice shattered through your retreat inward, and you looked to him quickly, barely meeting his warm eyes, the same shade as his favourite whiskey, before you had to look away lest your expression betray your inner turmoil.

“Thank you, Captain.” You murmured softly and shuffled backward again before pushing to your feet.

“Almost makes me sorry I got promoted.” He smirked and your brow wrinkled in bewilderment as he rose to his feet. “Miss being called ‘leftenant.’” He shrugged and you gulped as tears stung your eyes with a sudden viciousness.

“If you’ll follow me to the sitting room, we’ll find Miss Isobel, sir.” Mr. Atkinson stepped forward, shooting you a reproachful look.

You tensed rigidly with a quick nod. One of the footmen had arrived with a broom and dustpan to continue cleaning up your mess and you surrendered your tray filled with broken parts, wondering if they could all see the shattered pieces of your heart laying there upon it too. Dashing up the stairs towards Miss Isobel’s room, you endeavoured to regulate your breathing, not needing to dissolve into hysterics now. There was no escape. Your Waterloo had come, it seemed, and you may as well face up to the mess you created with your own two hands and a pen.

Knocking on the door, you entered only once Miss Isobel’s voice called out to you, finding her lounging on her bed with the newest edition of her favourite magazine.

“Miss Isobel, I wonder if I might have a moment of your time.” You clenched your fists at your sides, digging your nails into the heels of your palms, the ersatz bandage on your right hand driving home the purpose and necessity of what was about to be the most awkward conversation of your entire life.

She let the magazine drop to the duvet dramatically with an annoyed, expectant look upon her face as you clicked the door shut behind you.

“Captain Lewis Nixon is downstairs, Miss–”

“What?” She interrupted sharply and you took a shaky breath, seizing the last threads of your composure in a death grip.

“He’s come because…well I’m afraid he believes…” You struggled to sum up the litany of your offences tidily.

“Oh, do get on with it.” She huffed, tossing the periodical aside and sitting up, patting at her hair vainly to check the style was still in place.

“Captain Nixon is under the impression that you have been writing to him since May, Miss.” You forced the words out in a rush, sinking your teeth into your lower lip as she stood slowly.

“Whyever would he think that? He been drinking too much again?” She laughed snidely, smoothing her skirt.

Clenching your jaw, you shook your head firmly. “No. Because I’ve been writing to him in your name.” Your voice trembled but you managed to keep it at an audible volume, standing completely still as she stalked over to you with a cold rage in her eyes.

“Why you sneaky little bitch.” She sneered before her palm lashed out to smack across your left cheek with a harsh ‘crack.’

Blinking rapidly as your eyes immediately began to water, in retrospect you wished you had given her a piece of your mind, but in reality, all that tumbled out of your mouth was a series of apologies. “I am so very sorry, Miss, I just wanted him to feel supported while he fought overseas. I know it wasn’t my place and I swear I meant nothing by it I–”

“You are dismissed.” She cut you off with words you dreaded and yet expected all at once. “You filthy fortune hunter. Did you really think he’d fall for such stupid tricks?! What a foolish girl you were all along, just like I told Papa. He’s married you know?” The cruel glee that lit up her eyes before she began to laugh like a jackal made your blood curdle, the word ricocheting through your brain.

…married….Married…MARRIED…

“Now remove yourself from this house at once, I never want to see your face again. I will be sure to inform Atkinson and Papa just what you’ve done, you horrid girl.” She reached behind you to wrench to door open and pointed, sending you fleeing from the room towards the back stairs with that singular, devastating word still echoing in your mind as your vision began to blur.

Bursting into your room, your former room, you collected your limited number of possessions and roughly shoved them into your suitcase and duffel bag. Stripping out of your serving dress for most likely the last time you would ever wear such a garment, for you were surely leaving without a reference, you pulled on a wool dress and coat before taking your things down the servants’ stairs to the kitchen. Ignoring Mrs. Brigham’s call from the kitchen you dashed out to the garage to fetch your bicycle, strapping your luggage to the back fender and taking off down the side drive as fast as your legs could peddle.

Eventually you had to slow down, legs aching, lungs burning, allowing yourself to glide along the asphalt of the road into Swindon as you finally permitted the tears that had been brimming at your waterline to slide down your cheeks. In truth you should be more upset about the loss of your job, especially as the main breadwinner in your family, but it would be easy enough to get a job at the Railway Works. It most likely would pay better and have shorter hours too – your father had just never approved of you becoming a ‘canary girl’ with skin and hair tinged yellow from hours of pouring TNT into shells for use by the military. Well, he’d have to get over that now, if he wanted to keep the flat and have food in his belly.

No, the far more distressing thing in all this was the fact that you’d allowed yourself to develop such deep-seated feelings for a married man. It was honestly no surprise that Miss…just Isobel now…had carried on with him despite that knowledge, but that was a line you would have never allowed yourself to cross knowingly. You let out a wry, watery laugh. What a pathetic line to draw amidst lying, impersonation, and god knows what other sins you had surely committed. Your bicycle wobbled to a stop as it ran out of momentum, and you slowly began to pedal once more to keep progressing towards town. The heavy load would certainly double the usual time it took to get there.

The sound of vehicle approaching from behind had you carefully steering toward the shoulder, giving them as much room to pass as possible. As the American military jeep drove slowly past, you held your breath, heart plummeting to your stomach as it too pulled off onto the shoulder, stopping a few feet in front of you. Captain Nixon jumped from the left side and began striding back towards you with a very determined look upon his face. Of course, Isobel had told him everything, she had made it clear she would, you had been naïve to hope to avoid this moment. Dismounting carefully, you turned your head to quickly wipe at your face, wincing at the tenderness in your cheek born of Isobel’s palm, before turning back to find him standing directly in front of you.

“So, it was you.” His voice was quiet, quieter than you’d ever heard him speak, lacking his usual playfulness.

“Yes.” Your voice refused to come out in anything above a whisper, so you nodded to be sure he understood your answer, gripping the handlebars so tightly the cut on your palm ached in protest.

“Was it some kind of joke, then?” He scoffed, crossing his arms defensively and your eyes widened in horror at the idea of doing something so cruel.

Captain Nixon’s eyes flicked your throbbing cheek, and you wondered if it had started to swell. “No.” You replied with a firm shake of the head.

“Did…did you mean a word of it?” His voice was laced with a dangerously tempting hint of tenderness and you felt your lower lip tremble precariously.

Of course you had, every word of it in fact, but there was no way you could admit to such things now that you knew the full truth. Clearing your throat painfully you took a deep breath to steel your nerves.

“I see you’re not wearing your wedding ring, Captain. Were you afraid you’d lose it?” You replied to his question with one of your own, feeling every bit of pain that unfurled across his impeccable features as though it were your own.

Gritting your teeth against it, lest you give in to your weaker impulses, you steered your bicycle around him and continued on your way to town. Captain Nixon did not stop you. Did not say a word.

Regret would stalk you for weeks, your harsh, high-handed words replaying cruelly in your mind any time you read or heard about the surprise German offensive through the Ardennes.

Your hasty packing job had inevitably resulted in failure and Helen kindly took it upon herself to deliver the last few items you had missed on her day off. Word of your transgression had spread like wildfire through Lydiard House, and while she did not seem to approve of what you had done, she did have sympathy for Captain Nixon who had apparently ‘departed immediately for France’ after leaving that morning. It could not have been a full week before the Germans pushed through into Belgium and his Regiment was deployed in desperate defence.

The Battle of the Bulge was discussed endlessly at your easily acquired job at the Swindon Railway Works factory where you were immediately put on the assembly line filling shells with TNT and gingerly tapping detonators into their caps. Tap too hard and a girl could lose her limbs – it was something everyone on the floor had witnessed at least once, you were told. The exacting work was fairly sufficient to keep your mind off the fact that you had sent a man to his possible death with nothing but harsh admonishment.

If he had found you not fifteen minutes later, you may have been able to bite your tongue, to answer him truthfully. Surely, he had deserved it after the dishonesty you had perpetuated, but your pride and cheek were smarting awfully from your ill treatment at Isobel’s hand, and you had taken it out on him. For all your judgment of her as a twenty-five-year-old spoiled child, you had behaved no better when it truly mattered. You had not been very forthcoming with the details upon arriving home to your father, freshly unemployed, but he had tolerated your silence and poorly hidden tears as you made up your old twin bed in the corner of the sitting room.

You were also able to save a little money, no longer needing the neighbourhood girl to come by the flat to clean once a week as you were able to manage that outside your hours at the factory. In fact, you found yourself with too much free time, and a dramatic increase in wages, deciding to visit a used bookshop to pick up a novel to read just after New Year’s. The display in the shop window with a relatively new World Atlas caught your attention and you found yourself leaving with it as well as a well-worn copy of War and Peace so that you might finally finish it.

As your father turned on the BBC news broadcast on the wireless that evening, the pair of you sitting side-by-side on the worn sofa, you cracked open your Atlas to follow along with the locations named on the pages within. The mention of the 101st Airborne or the ‘Battered Bastards of Bastogne’ as they were now affectionately known, made you inhale sharply. You squinted at the small village on the page, a spider’s web of roads all converging on that singular dot, truly illustrating its strategic importance.

“I really don’t understand what happened up at the House, sweet pea, and you never have to tell me. But whoever that American Lieutenant is, you really ought to let him know how much you care for him.”

You looked to your father slowly, pressing your lips together before exhaling through your nose “He’s a Captain now.” You murmured softly.

“Whatever his rank, my girl, whatever transpired, tell him.” He eyed you firmly.

“But–”

He held up his hand, silencing you. “I won’t terrify you with the things I’ve seen or endured. But I swear to you there is nothing more important when the world is so intent on tearing itself apart.”

“Oh Daddy…” You sighed tearfully and he pulled you into his shoulder as you wiped at your eyes quickly. “…what if it’s too late?”

“Oh, sweet pea.” He squeezed you tightly into his side. “It might be, but at least you’ll have tried and that’s all any of us can really do.”

You nodded weepily, quieting down as Churchill came on to give an inspiring address before you stood to clean up for the night, seeing your father to bed before turning in yourself. As you lay in your bed in the corner of the room, staring at the water-stained ceiling, you turned your father’s words over and over in your mind, not getting a whole lot of rest. On your way home from work the next day, you stopped by the local store to pick up some nice paper and a new pen. With all the writing you had undertaken last year to both Captain Nixon and your brother, your stores were running low, and a fresh start felt appropriate for the task you were about to attempt.

As you father settled in to listen to the news that night, you took a seat at the small table in the kitchen, staring at the crisp, white sheets, gnawing on your lip thoughtfully.

You signed your name before tapping your pen against the tabletop thoughtfully and quickly added a postscript before you could convince yourself not to do it.

Folding it up carefully you looked up startled to see your father leaning in the doorway with a fond smile on his face. “Well done, sweet pea.”

“Thanks, Daddy.” You sighed softly, sealing the letter into the envelope before seeing him to bed.

Posting it on your way to work the next day, you tried to put it out of your mind. You had done your best, just as your father had encouraged, and now it was in the hands of the Royal Mail. As the weeks ticked by, you undeniably deflated a little more each time you checked the mail and found no response. Your resources to check on his welfare were limited, but according to what you had access to, Captain Nixon’s name was not on any of the grim lists of wounded, dead, or missing. Which most likely meant he was not replying to you by choice. It was no less than you deserved.

It was not until the beginning of March, the soft caress of spring chasing away winter’s chill, when you came home to find an odd grin on your father’s face. He could hardly sit still in his favourite chair, watching you intently as you reached for the pile of post on the end table. You eyed him a moment until he glanced at the letters in your hand, and you looked down to the immediately recognizable cursive, heart skittering and skipping a few beats as you traced the letters of your name written in Captain Lewis’s hand for the first time. Definitely alive.

“Think I’ll go down to the pub tonight.” Your father was halfway out the door before you looked up and you sighed deeply in response.

“Thank you, Daddy. Be home for dinner in an hour, alright?”

“An hour and a half.” He winked before making his way out.

Shucking off your jacket, you hung it on its peg near the door before sinking onto the worn sofa and used a butter knife to carefully open the envelope.

Laying the pages down onto the worn tabletop you cupped your cheeks, aching from the broad grin that had taken up residence there as you read Captain Nixon’s letter. It was quite honestly more than you could have hoped for in a reply. More than you felt you were worthy of. Like a reward for bad behaviour, but one that you had spent the past month and a half trying to deny you craved to the very marrow of your bones.

It took a lot of restraint not to pull out a sheet of paper and begin a reply immediately, but the insistent growl of your stomach reminded you that neither you nor your father had eaten dinner yet. But after. After you were both fed, you were most certainly going to stay up far too late answering his question.

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finiffy · 2 years ago

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Fin sorry for spamming but i am humbly saying i can't live with this shame i am correcting like 2 words and sending the exact same thing again

Im just gonna leave this 758 words of mikell polycule mess here. I'll get better with the characters with time i hope. Also tw for mention of sex and conversion therapy. There isn't anything explicitly discussed about them and they aren't major to the story but they're still briefly mentioned once -lemonadeanon

"So. This can... Work out?"

It was new for everyone in the white decorated living room filled with the constant sound of something hitting the coffee table separating the bodyguards and their boss. But something being unusual wouldn't stop them, because let's be honest, did it ever?

Thompson talked more tensely than he could even in a life-or-death situation, "It would take some extra effort, but we can manage it..." his voice got a little more quiet. "If you truly are comfortable with this."

Sitting on the unnecessarily expensive couch, thoughts in the cowboy's head had been the fastest they've ever been in the last 27 years. He wasn't unfamiliar with the concept of having more than 1 partner at the same time- But he certainly was unfamiliar with all partners knowing about each other.

Well, not to say it didn't happen, but when it did, it happened for the one and only time, the partner no longer staying with him. The partner who always happened to be a woman. The partner he never had a deep emotional connection with, unlike the two-man staring at him as they waited for an answer.

Their anxious looks pained Mikell, he wasn't going to say no, but what if he said "yes" in the wrong way? What if he sounds disgusted?

Well, fuck it, when did worrying ever helped him anyway?

"I am fully comfortable with it- You two are the only people I would be glad to be in a..." Shit, what was the word again? Pool something. No wait not pool, poll-

"Polyamorous relationship?" The sound of the coffee table being hit lightly finally stopped, Black realizing he has been moving his leg nervously and causing the noise only when he finally opened his mouth.

"Yes. That. I don't think I could try this kind of thing with anyone else." He turned his head to the right side of the room for a short time to think, facing the life-sized horse statue. Get two boyfriends in price of one, who are also very loyal to you. Sounded like a good concept. He actually wondered how the sex would be the most, but he didn't want to ruin the moment, so maybe later. Maybe 10 minutes later.

"I mean, who else could I call my "boyfriends" other than you two?" Yeah, saying that sounded righter than he imagined it would when he finally decided to accept his "demons".

And the words were definitely worth seeing the tense expressions disappear, getting replaced by the dorky smile spreading to Black's face first, followed by Thompson's smile, hard to detect to an outsider but a smile both Mikell and Sergei started to recognize easily throughout the years they had spent together. He continued:

""Healthy communication" and other relationship stuff, right? I can try that. We'd make a good power-trio together."

They knew their boss' or freshly new boyfriends flaws, of course. Trying to have a relationship with two people at the same time, in a way that requires two times more, maybe even more than two times communications your average two-people relationship needs to actually work out. Someone who has several flaws when it comes to being open with his partners trying to do this for the first time, while still trying to accept himself.

Or his demons, as a 1970s conversion therapy camp worker would call it.

But despite all of this, the cowboy still seemed eager. He knew his problems too, of course, yet he still wanted to do this. Be happy with them. Date them. Love them without shame.

Well, "without shame" part would indubitably take some time. And the other two needed some hard work in the emotional department too. But they knew they could do this. They've been preparing for this, preparing for him for so long, there wasn't any room to be suspicious they wouldn't try their best for their cowboy hat wearing lover. Because the room barely had any space with all the wild-west themed stuff put in the room. Especially because of the life-sized horse statue.

They could love him when he wasn't sure of loving himself. Care for him when he couldn't. Be there for him when no one else would. Without a doubt, it was finally official.

"It is settled then, we are dating." Sergei said, taking a great pleasure from voicing the affirming words.

It is official, their love is right and real, just like the life-sized horse statue in the living room.

Holy shit you did it. The Mikell polycule fic! That was really good, and the last line of the stupid life size horse statue really just made me fucking laugh

#fin answers #lemonadeanon #long post #Mikell's internal mental battle #his two boyfriends/bodyguards love him #other's amazing stories

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the-hate-keeps-me-warm · 3 years ago

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More than a memory

Sorry if this is formatted really horriblly I finished this up on mobile I hope you like this there’s about 2 paragraphs I cut of ruby nerding out

Once they got to Vacuo oscar was sorta unofficially a huntsman now laws are a lot looser here so he’s been saving quite a bit of money from going on missions after team rwby and Jaune came back it was weird they were only gone a month but so much had changed the merge was almost finished he could feel it every day he felt less like himself he didn’t even object when Theodore called him oz anymore he and ruby weren’t as close anymore whatever happened wherever they were changed her he got bits and pieces from Jaune and yang but the others kept quiet he knew that he’d be gone soon so he wanted to leave something for her kinda like proof that they ever met in the first place so he was now standing in a vacuan market at 12 am alone with a lot of lien on him this was probably a bad idea but at one point he heard ruby ramble about this gun shop that they were the best at what they do so he called made an appointment it just so happens they prefer to see let’s just say unofficial clients at night he knocked at the door it read “bikal bullets” it opened and an old owl faunas man opens it his large yellow eyes are piercing “hello mister pine headmaster theodore told me to expect you” oscar rubs his hands together “yes mister bikal he said to come late” mr Bikal leads him inside on the walls hang dozens of expensive weapons “so mr pine what are you looking for” oscar took the blue prints out of his bag and set them down on the drawing table “um im looking for something custom built its for a friend” mr bikal takes the blue prints and examines them “these are pretty impressive mr pine did you draft these yourself theses yourself” oscar nods “mostly i had a little help with the math part of it but the mechanical stuff i did myself” mr bikal nods “something like this will cost a good amount even with the discount you get for being school staff” oscar nods “do you have an estimate on the price and how long it'll take to make” mr bikal snaps his teeth “around 12000 lien and 2 weeks” oscar nods he had 140000 saved up but he did want to buy some more things for the others “alright i can uh i can afford that” mr bikal goes over to what looks like a drawing table and pins them up “i will start work immediately mr pine you make your payment on completion if you desire the school has credit with me the price includes 3 magazines and a case so that will also be custom made shall you pick it up or would you prefer its delivered” oscar stands uncomfortably as mr bikal starts measuring out pieces of fine metal “ill pick it up dont worry” mr bikal nods and says “alright mister pine your can go now its not a good look for a young man to be out so late especially so close to the red light district” oscars face gets red “yes of course” oscar leaves and walks back to the academy sneaking back into his dorm room was easy tho nora did pester him about where hed been he had left a note saying when he would be back for the next 2 weeks he kept a poker face nora helped him set up his bank account so the sudden spending of 12000 lien did give her pause so she decided to ask him about it

He was sitting on his bed reading some Treatise about some long-forgotten subject she knocked on the bedpost and he looks up “hey Nora did you need something” she sat at the end of his bed “hey what did you spend 12 thousand lien on” he hides his face “please don’t tell anyone it was on something for ruby” she smiles “ah young love I was worried that you wouldn’t make your move so what kind of thing sets you back 12 thousand it’s something big right” he nods his head “its a gun i-i had it commissioned for and it’s not really cause I’m trying to make a move or anything it’s more like a going away gift” Nora frowns and shakes his leg “where you going taking a vacation or something” he feels tears bite the edge of his eyes “Nora the merge it’s soon I know it won’t be long until I’m gone and I want you all to remember me but her especially I don’t want to be just a memory” he struggles to keep the tears at bay but nora pulls him into a hug tighter but somehow softer than her usual ones “hey you will never ever be just a memory you will always be you and even if your not you'll always be one of us we all love you so much” and then the damn breaks and he sobs into her shoulder “i don't wanna go away nora i want to live i wanna go to school see my aunt again” she rubs his back and says “i know sweetie you'll get to do all that ok i promise” he sniffles “nora i need you to do something for me if i do disappear ok i need you to go back to my aunt and tell her everything ok it can't be oz ok don't tell her how to find him it won't make sense i'll just hurt worse i dont want that for her” she nods “i won't ever have to do that ok but i promise” she holds him until he stops crying and they take a a a nap they always helped him calm down

Finally, after a long 2 weeks, he goes to pick it up when he goes inside Mr. Baikal shows him the box it’s a beautiful dark red mahogany wood he opens the case and looks at the pistol inside its silvered handle and barrel were beautiful he’s almost afraid to touch it the engravings were perfect exactly as he had drawn them if not better the moon and rose he had designed look perfect he takes it gently in his hands he looks down the sights the night sights glow a brilliant carmine red he looks at the magazine even it was of an amazing quality everything down to the smallest detail was exactly as he pictured it he sets it back into the case “thank you, mister, Bikal it's absolutely perfect” Mr. Bikal smiles and nods “I’m glad everything is to your satisfaction Mr pine if you find there is anything wrong with it or you want something changed everything I make comes with a lifetime warranty the paperwork is in the case as well as a certificate stating that I am in fact its builder” they shake hands and oscar takes it home in his bag he excitedly gets back to his dorm he sets it down still in his bag on his bed now all he have to do is give it to her

He sits on it for a few days but finally decides to just give it to her oz has his reservations about this but decided that oscar deserves this to maybe say goodbye in his own way

Ruby was going on walks around shade it’s something he noticed so he waited for her to go on one of those walks it was cool in vacuo at night the air was nice compared to the oppressive heat of the day she was meandering along the walkways he followed behind her a bit the case hung heavy in his bag even tho it wasn’t heavy at all after a while she sits at an old wooden bench overlooking the gardens he approaches and she perks up “oh hey oscar are you going somewhere” she says pointing to his bag he shakes his head “do you mind if I sit” she shakes her head “no go-ahead did you need to talk, something about Theodore?” he sits down on the other side of the bench gently setting his bag between them “no uh no I just uh I wanted to give you something” he opens his bag and takes the case out holding it out to her she takes it “it’s not my birthday is it this looks really nice you didn't have to do this” ruby says smiling “well i've been wanting to do something nice for you” oscar says rubbing the back of his neck she lifts the top and gasp gently lifting it from its case “oscar this is this is amazing” she drops the magazine and pulls the slide back making sure its clear and runs her hand along the engraving her symbol etched into the left side of the grip “oh thanks i uh actually designed it myself oz helped me with the math” she looks at him her eyes wide “oscar it took me 8 attempts to successfully design a functioning crescent rose gun design is really hard how long did you spend on this” oscar blushes “the idea kinda started in atlas i was gonna ask you to help me make one so i wouldn't have to rely on my cane but everything happen and when you were gone i kept messing with the idea and i kept thinking about you so i kinda ended up designing it for you more than me eventually do you like it” ruby scoffs “oscar do i like it i love it its probably the single greatest gift anyones ever given me” he smiles wide “really that makes me really happy I was worried you wouldn’t like it” she sets it back gently into its case “really Oscar it’s amazing you have a knack for design your gonna have to show me the draft notes and everything cause this is this is amazing I can’t wait to shoot it this is wow” she chokes up and he leans down “ruby are you ok” she nods wiping her face of nonexistent tears “no worries this is just really cool and sweet and god your so amazing” he felt his heart flutter and his cheeks heat up “the guy who built it that bikal guy you talked about was just as great as you always said” she puts a hand on his shoulder “are you telling me Hephaestus bikal made this Oscar” she says seriously “uh yeah why is that bad” she kisses his cheek and squeals “oh my god your amazing this is now even better god I could die happy wait his rates are insane how did you afford this” still recoiling from the kiss he bites his lip “uh huntsmen work” she narrows her eyes “how much did this cost Oscar it had to be expensive” he shakes his head “not telling it’s a gift you don’t need to worry about it just enjoy it” she punches his arm “I will but I am going to repay you for this somehow ok” “you already did” he says quietly he says rubbing the back of his neck “ruby I don’t really know how long I have left and I would like to spend at least some of it with you I understand if you don’t I know it might make it harder when I’m gone bu-whoa” he’s pulled into a hug she pulls his head into her shoulder and holds him tight “I wanna spend more time with you too but you will always be Oscar ok oz is oz you are you” he sighs and smiles “see what I mean by paying me back”

#rwby #rose garden #rosegarden #ruby rose #guns #Oscar pine #angst #this is sadder than I wanted it to be #at first this was gonna be sorta related to my weed garden fic #but the idea of ruby pushing Oscar away after that was too sad #for my fluffy little ass #I wish ruby got to nerd out about weapons more #Oscar is still a simp even if he’s sad #do not ask me about the gun I will elaborate #that is a threat

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movieguy50 · 3 years ago

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Hey everyone,

The subject of this week's blog and yes I know I'm two days late but believe me this is going to be well worth it especially to the men out there here on Tumblr the ones that are single let me ask you a question have you been talking to women lately that seem a little peculiar to you they say they miss you they love you all this and that and you've only talk to them like once or twice you ask for their phone number they avoid it completely or they just make a big excuse why they can't give it to you asked to go meet them they don't that they say okay fine come you know you give an address and then you completely gets stood up because they just don't show this is an MO or otherwise known as a method of operation for these women sometimes it even as much as the first conversation or the third they will start telling you start giving you a sob story like I'm having to come out here from another country or I'm having to move to this state because I'm having to take care of sick relatives or they don't have no food or anything like that and if they want to meet if you want to meet them you have to give them gas money and no that's part of the scam then they start asking for things like gift cards $20 $40 $100 gift cards some drnominations don't even exist on some of the gift cards Google Play and steam gift cards are the most common if you have fallen prey to these women and I have twice and I'm glad I did because that was money well spent because I got to learn all kinds of shit from these people and then I'm giving you all that I have right now here are some of the red flags that show up during these conversations:

1. Their language is all wrong they'll say things like instead of saying like what did you have for breakfast to say did you take breakfast or they'll say something to the fact of their grammar being so messed up you have to like think about it before you understand what the're trying to tell you some of these women are coming from Russia some of them are from Africa some of them are from Mexico and they are all here in the United States typically in the states of the Northeast New York New Jersey there are some out west in California there are a few here in Texas and there are some just scattered everywhere.

2. They start telling you they need food but they need you to get them a $40 $50 or $100 or whatever it is gift card most commonly known as Google play or Steam do not do it because what they're doing is is they're taking the cards and selling them on the black market or on these websites that operate and they are turning in for money they're getting less than what they're supposed to get so that's why you have to give more to cover what they're not getting

3. They start asking you questions like your bank account they want you logging information do not give it to them their social security number they want to verify you through ID me id.me is legit so that would be fine except the safer way for you to do it is go ahead and go on id.me and do your own verification that way you don't have to give them nothing the less information they have on you the more likely they're going to just pass you up.

4. They ask you who you're with your cell phone number is and who your mobile carrier is this is to put you in on dating sites and for them to subscribe you to advertising that they get money for okay this is a different type of identity theft ring it is identity theft to a point but they're not using the information necessarily against you they're not even really taking a lot of money out of people's bank accounts they're only taking money out of the bank accounts that they can't get any money other ways so that's why I said do not give them anything.

5. Do not confront them either because they will always deny that they are scamming you they do that so that way they can bring you in closer to them so they can get your trust.

6. When you ask where they work and stuff besides are the probably going to tell you there they either don't have a job or it's some kind of job that's actually ridiculous for them to have they're not good liars folks they really are not you just got to learn this read between the lines with these people and like I said the biggest clue right there is the language you know things that should be plural or not plural things that are misspelled or misspelled badly the wording is confusing and I think I already said this once.

7. Always remember guys if it is too good to be true it probably is.

8. If they ask for your bank account information for the purpose of depositing money they will deposit money into your account but then they will take it and more if they tell you you can spend some of it do not touch it because that's how they get people just don't touch it call your bank tell them what's going on they will close your account and they will inevitably beginning investigation and once that happens everything they will be frozen you will not be able to have access to nothing unfortunately by extra step go to the police department I mean I know this part is going to be a waste of time because they're not going to be able to get your money back but at least let them know so that way there's some record of it.

9. Screenshot everything write everything down take notes even if you are in the middle of one of these conversations now go back as far as you can from the beginning tell you know screenshot your conversation if you need to that's fine but this is got to stop guys and we're the only ones who can fight back the FBI will help you know they they can do the Justice part they can they can make the arrest and go to court and everything but they can't do it without our help.

10. Now I will be turning people in in groups of five or more that's why I said turn the information into me as soon as I get five or six people together I will go turn them in I do have a contact there and he told me just to wait to have that many just because it would just be easier to just do them all at once so just one by one by one by one

So now you know what is going on so how you stop it that's very easy you do one thing and one thing only you make a decision and you stand by it you stand your ground you do not weaken your position at all do not show that you're weak do not give them even an inch because if you give them an inch they will not just take a mile they will take a whole football field and then they're going to tighten the grip on you and then you can't get out if you're in this position Now message me immediately and let me know and I will give you I will give you instructions this blog this this post I will I am asking everybody who reads it's please please reblog this over and over and over and over again I don't care how many times this has got to get out cuz this is very serious so far these women just in the past two and a half years have gotten over a hundred million dollars from Men 100 million definitely more than a price of a cup of coffee in the guys and the thing is it could have all been prevented.

Now for the fun part things that I have tried and has worked to oeel these women off your back besides Im no of course.

1. If you should give them your PIN number or you already have tell them that you had to get that you received a piece of software from your bank or whatever you want to lie to them if you got to every time they use the PIN code a new one is put in its place at random only you know what the new PIN code is going to be because it's going to be email to you if they ask to see proof of the emails tell them that's classified you can't show that just doesn't allow you to screenshot it because Android phones I know especially I'm pretty sure probably the same as iPhones you cannot screenshot certain screens especially on banking apps or anything has to do with money I sensitive information

2. Okay if you've given them your bank account info or your PIN number already tell them that you got notification from your bank that to be safe they're charging you an extra save $5 for the purpose of enrolling you in a new service that will automatically change your PIN number every time you use it or if you want to you you can tell him that you came across the piece of software on the internet that does the exact same thing I just told you about whichever it doesn't matter this will make them back off of you a lot because then they know that you're on to them they'll start not talking to you like they were or they'll say you know they'll be in a conversation just leave get offline you know because they know that you're on to them and they're panicking they don't know what to do so they have to call their boss to find out what to do and he has given them no answer no we do not know who the boss is by the way or where this is all being based out of I will tell you also that.

3. Okay I'm sure you're probably wondering who all these women are not 100% sure but most likely they probably were kidnapped at some point in time brainwashed and part of a human trafficking ring or a sexual tracking trafficking ring before they ended up doing this they probably don't even know who they really are but yet they managed to play in the end you know with our society because you know our society is pretty much stupid in itself I'm sorry guys but it's true and I count myself apart that

I don't think I have forgotten anything else like I said be vigilant Be watchful and do not lose your ground make a decision you stay with it cuz otherwise you're just going to put more money in their pockets I mean it's very possible that you know you know they figure well we're on to them so they're going to go ahead and just give up and close shop and move on to the next country you guys some of you I know work very hard for your money now I'm not sure if men are doing this to women or not but for you ladies if there is anything like this the same the same thing applies I mean I don't see why there are in any man involved or probably should be.

Finally it took a lot for me to admit what I admitted to you tonight I'm not very proud of what I did I'm not very proud of the fact that I let somebody well actually left2 somebody's get by me I'm usually pretty smart but that's how they operate and I will tell you tonight I have a possible number six so I don't know if number six will turn out or not she's doing a lot of the same things but she's been taking more of an actual normal approach as to the relationship part of it I'm not letting myself get involved you know emotionally or anything I'm just kind of just playing a role right now and she's not getting any money from me so I will keep you updated on that like I said anybody guys I don't care who you are I will not ask questions I will not judge please help me get these people may we may not get them all but hell we can at least put a big big enough Dent and shut down and they'll leave but we got to act quickly and we got to keep acting quickly hell I would say it's pretty ballsy if you go decide to go ahead and start seeking them out just to get them I mean you can do that if you wish unfortunately there's no reward or no money being paid but you know you are kind of owe it to your fellow neighbor your fellow just your fellow person you fellow man all right you guys good luck you got a lot of work ahead of us y'all have a great week and I'll update you as I get more information if you have any questions do not please do not hesitate to ask if I don't have the answer I will contact my person at the FBI and he will answer them for me and I will get back to you as soon as possible thank you guys have a great week.

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dessarious · 5 years ago

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Misconceptions, Miscommunication, and Misinformation Pt77

Inspired by @ozmav Maribat AU

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Damian spent the next day with Marinette at the hotel. Chloe and Luka both had school and Mari needed someone to keep her calm before the meeting with the Justice League. Not to mention Damian did not want to be stuck in the apartment with Drake. When Hawkmoth was unmasked it created a lot of ripples that everyone was still reeling from. Françoise Dupont was one more casualty. Between the ongoing investigation that was happening because of what happened to Marinette and the fact that Hawkmoth’s son went there the school was shut down until they found new staff at the very least. Since Damian hadn’t transferred yet he was off until it went through.

“So how’s your family taking the announcement?” He figured she’d ask eventually but it had taken her three hours so he’d give her points for restraint.

“The same way they take everything. It’s just one more thing for them to make fun of and overanalyze.” He saw her expression go hard and when she spoke there was a dangerous edge to her voice.

“They’re making fun of your sexuality?” He actually shivered at her tone. This was why Batman himself was terrified of this tiny girl.

“No. More making jokes about me having a significant other at all. Apparently they all decided that if I was ever to show interest in someone it would definitely not be reciprocated. At the moment they seem to be debating whether I’m making the whole thing up or holding my boyfriend’s family hostage to get dates.” It was their usual nonsense and he was used to it. Marinette however looked ready to transform and go back to Gotham to ‘talk’ to them.

“You should tell them that’s not okay. You shouldn’t be so worried about dealing with them that you’re afraid of living your life.” Damian just scowled at her in annoyance.

“I’m not afraid of those idiots.” She rolled her eyes and sighed.

“I didn’t say you were. But how many times do you decide to not do something because you don’t want to deal with the fallout? How often do you debate whether it’s worth it to do something that actually makes you happy because you think they’ll give you shit for it? They need to know that’s not okay. You should be able to live your life without being concerned about what they’ll say or do.” That made sense, to a point anyway. When he really considered it he realized she was right. It never would have occurred to him to ask to go to an arts school because he didn’t want to listen to their comments. At the same time, it was how they acted with everyone in the family.

“They don’t just do it to me you know. They constantly harass each other just as much. I could just ignore it and not let it control my actions.” He hadn’t realized how much it did control his actions if he was being honest. That was one of the many things he’d learned about himself because of his friendship with Marinette. Not that he’d ever tell her that.

“That doesn’t make it alright. Just because they don’t discriminate in their stupidity doesn’t mean they shouldn’t be called out on it. Just like when I call you out for being an asshole.” He gave her a flat look but she just smiled at him. It was becoming harder to keep a straight face around her and he couldn’t decide if that was a good or bad thing.

“Any idea what you’re going to say to the Justice League?” All else fails, redirect the conversation. Marinette grimaced at the question before blowing out an annoyed breath.

“I assume that Superman is going to start before I can get a word in edgewise so having an actual speech planned out is pointless. There’s only a few things I want to make clear. First that the ban to travel to Paris will be lifted at the end of the week in case of ‘loose ends’. Mainly I just want them to stew about the fact that they can’t do whatever they please.” Damian let out a snort of laughter at that. Given the way they’d all tried to descend on Paris the moment Hawkmoth’s capture hit the news he understood why she was doing it. They didn’t wait to confirm she had in fact caught the real villain and could have just been putting Paris at risk. “Second, that they still have absolutely no authority over the Miraculous themselves. Having Wonder Woman’s backing should help with that but I wouldn’t be surprised if one or more of them try to tell me to give them the Miraculous. And third, if any of them think tracking us down to take them is a good idea they’ll get the full force of the wrath the Kwami are capable of. Given that Plagg destroyed the dinosaurs in an ‘oops’ moment they should probably be worried about what he can do when angered.”

“As much as I would like to believe words will work, you may have to do another demonstration.” Marinette just nodded at him. She knew as well as he did that this wasn’t going to be easy. It was highly probable that they’d spend the next six months or so showing various members of the League that they needed to back off. Yet another reason for him to stay in Paris. Damian still didn’t understand why Marinette didn’t just ask him for the civilian identities of the heroes so she could deal with them herself. “Did you figure out which wheelchair you want to get? My father said he’d pay the difference if you need something out of your price range.”

“That’s a kind offer but I’m not struggling for money. My business has actually gotten even better since the fashion show. I might actually have to hire some people to make the clothing so I can concentrate on design if I don’t want to start turning people away. I’m also getting a lot of interest from clothing manufacturers about designing discount clothing to market to a broad audience. Honestly just doing one of those would likely have me set for life. I’m just glad I’m at the point where this won’t completely destroy my parents financially. While it’s nice to know they love me enough to sell the bakery and move somewhere that’s accessible to me I would never want them to have to.”

“Well if you need tips or names of people to help with that, Drake would be a good source. I know that you have Jagged stone but global manufacturing is different from music in a lot of ways. Wayne Enterprises deals with a lot more of the problems you’re likely to see.” She nodded thoughtfully before offering him a bright smile.

“Thanks, I might just do that. It’ll be helpful to talk to someone who knows the ins and outs of things. I was actually going to ask you since I have a feeling you know a lot more about your father’s business than you let on.” Damian just blinked at her for a moment before giving out a sigh and pulled out his phone to send her a list he’d put together. It was names and numbers of people in the company who could help her along with various laws, specifically intellectual copyright laws, and some other things to do with business. She just gave him another bright smile before she started drawing in her sketchbook again. He really wished he could figure out how she did that.

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oikawas-bae · 5 years ago

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How would Oikawa, Kuroo, Akaashi and Bokuto react to their s/o working a lot of night shifts and on their day off want to do nothing but cuddle and spend quality time with them. (😅 I work a lot of night shifts and find myself slowly caving to my own thoughts and emotions and just want someone who can cheer me up and give me lots of love). Thanks so much! I love you, your writing and your blog.

OMy im glad you love me and this mess of a blog I have 🥳💕💕also, I admire you for working such long hours, pls take care of yourself when you can tho!!

Oikawa

He always forgets that you have work at late hours and it breaks his heart when he comes from work wanting to tell you all about his day and he sees you slinging your bag over your shoulder to leave for a shift.

He’ll constantly text you random questions while you’re at work like “how are snails born?” “What if I just showed up at your work right now?” so he can have some connection to you while you’re gone.

Your days off are Oikawa taking you halfway across town to see a bird's nest he thought he saw during the week.

He’s the kind to try to recreate his week in a day but with you this time.

It’s an ongoing battle between you and him for the radio volume. He wants it low so he can talk to you the whole ride but you want to get lost in the loudness of the music. He’ll ultimately leave it up to you though, he knows you’re tired and he wants you to rest as much as he wants to share every moment with you, even if it is only a reimagined version.

You’ll sleep in the car and he’ll purposely take the long way so you can get more shut eye.

Kuroo

It pains him to see you shuffle out of bed at some ridiculous hour in the night. He’ll whine and moan with an outstretched hand to make you stay but you have to go.

“(y/n), why do you have to go? Let’s just stay in bed all day, pleeease?” The morning rasp in his voice makes this an increasingly enticing offer but you have to get that money.

Whether you have a free day or not, this man treats you like a queen. He learned how to massage feet just so he could massage yours when they ached, he knows exactly what snack to have prepped by the time you come back, he always welcomes you into the house like some games show host introducing his contestant.

He won’t force you to do anything. In fact, Kuroo wants you as relaxed as possible.

If you even mention, “Hey, how about we go to-“ “no.” “I heard a new shop opened up-” “no.” “we should go-“ “NO.”

He’s quick to shut you down because he knows you’re probably only suggesting to go someplace for his sake.

“We can just tune in on a livestream of kittens playing online, there’s no need to go outside. This is your day off so we’re not going to deal with the outside world today.”

Bokuto

Bokuto is a BABY!! He wants you home all day, everyday and he throws a mini-fit everytime you go. He’ll calm down once you kiss him on the cheek and promise to give him all the attention he wants when you come back.

And when you come back, he makes sure you make well on that promise, “Hey! Hey! Hey, (y/nnnnn)! It’s Bokuto time!”

You’d think it would be exhausting to come home from a busy day at work to a buzzing Bokuto but it’s actually refreshing.

His energy is contagious and you can’t help but laugh at all the dramatic reenactments he does of his daily shenanigans.

Like Kuroo, he wouldn’t want to go out but it’s less out of concern for your exhaustion (in his eyes you can take the long and grueling hours because you’re a trooper!) and more because he forgets about time when he’s with you. He forgets about everything; all he can think about is how he wishes he could spend every moment with you so he attaches himself to you.

If you need something from the kitchen, he’s right behind you. You need to go to the bathroom? You bet he’ll hold a conversation with you on the other side of the door.

Most of your day is spent with him in bed, Bokuto coiled around your body, his head resting on your stomach while you watch some trash show and he keeps yelling at the characters. “I hate him, can he just shut up and I don’t know- like- can he just disappear or dissolve or something?”

Bokuto practically drags himself to every corner of the bed trying to get comfortable since he can’t sit still but he’s always gotta be touching you somehow.

Akaashi

Akaashi doesn't like that you work so late and he's constantly insisting that you work somewhere with better hours but knowing that you won’t quit, he tries his best to give you a good time on your days off.

His first question will be, “So what are we doing today?” He’s up for anything because you work your butt off any other day and he feels that he owes you.

You’d go shopping and he loves it because he watches you go from 100 to 0 when you find the perfect blouse only to check the price and then pretend to not like it anymore.

Akaashi especially enjoys when you choose each other’s outfits. You have a game where you split up in a store and find the “perfect” outfit for the other to try on. Both of you are familiar with each other’s fashion sense so it ends well. Unless he’s being mean and chooses something absolutely ridiculous knowing it would get him a good laugh seeing you wear it.

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lehouxnap2 · 3 years ago

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Vent fic/

The way im telling myself to not do it.

Just don't make a comment on a good fic I've read.

Why? Because i'm going to be mean about it, unintentionally.

The fic was good, specially the first chapter, where i was so close to add it to my fav fics collections and make a fanart, share it everywhere and repeat how good it was.

But the same way it was good, it was... questionable, the second chapter just....

Ruined it.

And just because I didn't like it, it doesn't mean it's bad. The writing was good, the story was great, the characters were there. But

The ideology of it all? The final message? How old are you? Are you a fourteen years old edgy teen?

See? That type of comments come out of me, and I don't want to sound so upset about the fic. Because I was, but I don't think the author deserves that. An annoying little reader who disagrees.

So I'm going to drop my comment here.

The fic was, edgily stupid. And sad

It was a jeanmarco fic, old.

Speaking of old, the amount of times the author, or more like, 'Marco' repeated how old they were all the time it made want to punch him in the face, we fucking get it, you are old!

I can't fathom how the first and second chapter were written by the same person, because it really feels like it wasn't. So many... inconsistencies.

At first, Marco wasn't happy where he was, and sounded deeply in love, to suddendly all of that take a turn of 180° and find himself 'better' in that shitty place with shitty people and not loving Jean anymore.

My problem wasn't where things were going, it hit me hard knowing i wasn't going to get a happy ending, but i can accept that. My problem laid on Marco's point of view of life and love. And ... his sudden change. It was just too fast.

Way too fast for my liking, way too fast for me to feel anything for Marco. And this is where the writer takes the reward of "Congratulations! You actually made me dislike Marco, you made me want to wish nothing for him and constantly pissing me off". I've read fics where Marco was a total cunt, and I never ever disliked him, so this truly takes the price.

And I don't mean this in a bad way. Because, I repeat, it was good writing. Marco just happened to be, the kind of person i cannot stand. Having a big cold cold heart. And edgy thoughts.

I myself have edgy thoughts, I'm a nihilist afterall, I do think life is meaningless, but the thing i never do, is telling others how things work or how things should be. Because that's fucking annoying and pretentious. (A reminder that this is just my rant and not a 'the truth' statement)

There was a part where Marco said "Jean is well". Jean, this same Jean who barely kept it together, having mental breakdowns, and having a really horrible and traumatizing past, and broke half his house out of anger at himself, apparently is doing "well". Thank you Marco, for being so considerate.

I didn't want to be so specific with the plot. But fuck it.

The author kept repeating the story was about letting go.

And, that's not what I felt. It didn't felt like both of them tried to do something and then realizing it wasn't working, so they both let go of the past and their dying love.

It felt more like Marco had a sudden change of heart, because he took a decision out of a whim, being totally unresponsible for playing with Jean's heart. I'm glad at the end Eren insulted him, it was indeed fucking stupid. And to think I was myself cheering when it happened because, again, the inconsistency!

When it happened, Marco sounded so sure of himself, nervous but happy, he cried out of joy, because the dream he longed for so long finally happened. To suddendly the next chapter start with a "no, i don't want this".

Why would you write an scene so beautiful, and with joy, with a new start ahead, getting away of your homophobic parents, only to scrap all of that so sudden?

Because it was edgy, because life sucks, love is not real, and blah blah blah. Seriously though, you can say those things without sounding like a scratched cassette from a 2000's emo band.

And omg, the thing about the parents pissed me off. Marco felt "loved" by his parents because they sended him a voice message. Your homophobic parents that saw you with disgust your whole life suddendly love you because you won't be there to cook for them. Good job Marco! Fuck Jean who only went through with his life thinking he'll see you again, and only coming back to that shitty town to take you out of it.

I just kept thinking "well, this is not going to work as a relationship, can you atleast live together as friends?" He didn't have to comeback, but for some reason he did. Or atleast, the author didn't gave me any reason. What was the reason??

Turns out, Marco was all about Jean this, Jean that, for later be like "Oh Jean, i forgot about you long time ago lol"

Yeah, hmmmm that inconsistency love ❤ Like I said. The first chapter felt so different from the second that I didn't recognize Marco, it was totally different, and more cold than he already was. By not liking puppies!! How dare you xD

I wouldn't say Marco was 100% cold, but everytime he cried it felt like he was crying for his sorry ass, than for the whole situation with Jean. For not doing the "logical thing with his emotions". Oh stfu! There's no logic on emotions, everyone knows that you fucking dumbass 🤣

Alright, I'm over my rant. I really wish i could say all this to the writer but I don't know if fic writers take this type of criticism.

#kind of pissed at myself for leaving kudos #but like i said #it was writing #a good jeanmarco fic. i guess #i just didn't like it #my opinion #fanfics #rant

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angel-macabre · 4 years ago

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i have made decent money off reselling things from thrift stores and im glad of it, it's paid my bills and gotten me dinner several times. it's not like im buying up everything in the thrift store and draining them of assets and ripping things from the hands of the closest impoverished folx i can find, im finding a select few good quality items and selling them at a good quality price. the entire reason thrift stores even work is that it's a place to get secondhand stuff sold QUICKLY, which requires low prices. regular old thrift stores that have too high of prices sell far less stuff; there's a few in my area that have regular retail pricing of items (im talking like $8-12 for a used t shirt lol) as opposed to secondhand pricing and ill check in every other month, and i often recognize things from the last time i visited, which is absolutely insane compared to my favorite places that have have new inventory every single day. the whole reason they're able to sell ANYTHING is because they price everything below actual value, because it would cost them far more to take the time to actually price every item correctly. im not driving up their prices because im still incurring the cost of time spent researching an item to find out its worth and advertising that worth properly. in the end, we both spent resources and we both profited the way we sought to in the first place; they got a quick payout at the cost of a better price, i got a better price at the cost of a quick payout. i don't pose any risk to their business because they don't have the time that i do, nor do i pose a risk to the poorer shoppers at the store than me because it simply Does Not work like that, we are not in competition to each other on any level other than getting to an item first and that's it, once we purchase an item its our respective prerogatives to do with that item whatever we want. the more you complain about thrift store "scalpers" as being a real threat, the more you're just encouraging thrift stores to spend more time on pricing their items, the more actual damage you're doing to your precious muwutual aid resouwce. another point to make is that it's almost ALWAYS the big chain thrift places like goodwill and salvation army that are charging stupid prices for items and that's because they're a big chain, they have the business model to be able to do that. most all the little independent, one off, charity or local church-run places still price things very honestly because they can only afford honest prices, anything else would cost too much of their time and manpower like i said. so it should already be your policy to search for those kinds of places to shop at rather than just going to a goodwill, that's the very basics of trying to include ethics in your thrifting. and ANOTHER good point to make, on top of all of this, is there's STILL a cap to how high i can price stuff simply because it's not a brand new item; unless it's a real antique or rarity, it's never going to sell for crazy money because it's secondhand. as a rule, if someone is purchasing something that was ever at any point in a thrift store, they're nowhere near rich enough for you to start worrying about the ethics of them "gentrifying" a goodwill lol your words lose all meaning when you start talking about the gentrification of goodwill. anyways never listen to the thoughts of a girl who looks like this

because most likely she's completely out of touch with the reality of the situation and is either projecting or deflecting based on some internal guilt she has over some completely unrelated problems in her life, usually rooted in her childhood. like this stuff writes itself lol

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lesmismignon · 4 years ago

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replying to anon messages

In this post I shall reply to the messages that have been sitting in my inbox for a regrettably long period of time. (It is loooooong. Please click “keep reading” at your own risk.)

I’m not a very good correspondent. I’m very sorry. I never know what to say right off the bat, and then during 2019 and 2020 when I was mostly on hiatus, I would just post a chapter or two and poof back out, and on Tumblr I would browse a few things and then poof back out. I do not have a good track record with social media and online presence in general. And with real life problems (mostly due to work), at worst it was impossible to muster even the strength to write. It was maddening.

But there is something about Hellsing and its fandom that reels me back in even when I am far away. Excuse me if this sounds cheesy, but for me fandoms are like the orbit of a comet. If it is something that you loved, and will continue to love even when you are not “active” on it, you will come back to it, someday, somehow. I’ll always be grateful to Hellsing, for being an inspiration to write, for being a bridge to some of my dearest relationships, for some of the kindest messages I’ve ever received in my life.

you freed yourself for a job that was not good for you and related to toxic people (Integra-like – demanding the respect you deserve). That is badass brave – and that doesn’t become less by that fact that maybe the next job you got is not the end of the journey but still part of the way. And you are brave by sharing your work, sharing your stories revealing parts of your emotional world to the outside – that is totally bad as too. I think you can be very proud of you, really. So maybe right now, you might be in situation that does not yet make you happy in way you deserve it. But you know- there is big chance that this is part of your journey to this place – imagine, in some time from now, you may be a successful (brilliant you are already) author and in an interview you say something like “yes, back there in 2016/17 I went through some tough times, that influenced the work very much I got this price for today”. So just in case you maybe cannot see it right now yourself – please allow me to tell you – you are brave and wonderful. And re. the brave decision you mentioned – I know I am not in the position to tell you anything – but please do not do any harm to you. So, thank you so much for your work you share with the world, my life is better with it. Take care for yourself, you deserve the best. (so sorry, I am really not good with words, hope you get my point….)

Anon, this was the kindest thing you could have ever done for little 2016/17 me. Oh God. Time does fly by so fast. I want you to know that I read this message a long time ago, and it gave me strength to go on, even though I’m not sure if I am so brave, to be compared to our lady Integra >< I hope you are happy and safe, wherever you are. I hope you know how brave and wonderful *you* are. Thank you so much.

just wanted to drop by and say I love all your fanfictions! You capture Integra and Alucard's characters so well; I LOVE it. Take all the time you need updating. You deserve it. And good luck at your job! <3

Ah, I probably changed jobs like twice since then. But they have been all good and meaningful in their own ways. I really did not mean to take THIS long in updating but I hope that you enjoyed the recent updates if you are still reading, thank you so much!

Why can I not write here? I just wanted you to know I am grateful for the reading joys that are 'Snow White' and 'Satis'...

Thank you Anon! I am so glad you enjoyed them!

I LOVE SATIS SO MUCH YOUR WRITING IS SO BEAUTIFUL AND FLOWY AND IT MAKES ME CRY PLEASE KEEP UP THE BRILLIANT WORK!!

Thank you Anon! You give me too much praise, but I shall indeed try to keep it up!

Hey so please don't take this as me pressuring you but I absolutely adore Satis! Is there any chance we might know when the next update is coming in? Totally understand if not- it sounds like work is taking a lot out of you and I understand that you're writing fan fiction purely for fun but DAMN IF I DON'T WANT TO READ MORE OF YOUR FIC OMG I LOVE IT SO MUCH ASDFGHJKL!!!

I’m sorry it’s been ages! I’ll tell you my schedule(???) for this year instead! For this year of 2021 I really hope to average maybe at least 1 chapter a month but I don’t know how I’ll fare during the busy months. I hope you enjoyed the recent chapters if you are still reading!

@fierce-little-miana Can you believe that I have just noticed that I had given you any kudos for Snow White or Satis?! Sorry! Your stories are really worth all the praise we can give them. (so I corrected it) Have a nice day!

Thank you! I’m terribly sorry for this late reply. You’ve been so kind and sent so many lovely messages. Thank you again for each and every one of them!

@sinish-tem Hey sorryy for bothering you but. That ALutegra fic was AMAZING!!I LOVE IT!Amazing job sport<3

You’re not bothering me at all! Thank you old sport!

So I don't mean to rush you or be annoying or anything, but is Satis still happening? (plz plz say yes)

You’re not being annoying! I’m sorry it took so long! Yes :)

Hello! So, um, I have to ask... is Satis going to be updated? It’s just that it’s one of my absolute favorite stories by my absolute favorite author!

Thank you! I’m honored! I hope you enjoyed the recent chapters if you’re still reading!

Hi! Are you still around? Are you doing ok?

Yes, I am fine now, thank you :) I hope you are doing well, too!

@aniphine Hi! First off, I want to say that I absolutely love your writing style and am so looking forward to diving into all of your fics! I just finished Satis and it’s definitely in my Top 10 Fanfics ever, which is saying something! Thanks so much for writing it. On that note, I wanted to ask if you had plans to update it? If not, that’s totally cool - what you’ve written already is fantastic. But if so, I’d pledge my life to you in order to get a chance at reading more. 😆 Anyhoo, you’re awesome! 👋

Thank you so much! You are awesome too! I’m honored that Satis is in your top 10!!

@dontfuckingfollowmeifpornblog You still around?

I am now! Thank you!

@comixqueen Hello have I told you that I really love your Hellsing fics? ;u;/ They're among the best out there and I reread them often!

Thank you very much. That means a lot to me from you. Thank you for rereading, I’m always wary of my earlier writing but I’m glad if people still enjoy them.

I have never squealed higher than when I received the notification for the new chapter of Satis. You are a true blessing <3 thank you for your words

You are a blessing! Thank you so much!

Hello! I know you're not very active around here, but I just saw a trailer for a movie based on the letters of Vita and Virginia, and I was immediately reminded of Satis and the quotes you so expertly used in the narration, and I thought I might tell you in case you're interested in the movie (the title is literally Vita and Virginia) <3

Thank you Anon! I did see the trailer! I haven’t seen the movie yet though, but I will, eventually! I am so glad you think I did the quotes justice! It’s such a beautiful quote.

Not sure how to start this, might be a little bold, and yet; let me simply say that I am in love with your written works. In fact, so much so that I read it all again, and again. It never ceases to amaze. And as for you, the person behind it all, you do seem immensely precious as well. I hope that you have the most fantastic day, you deserve no less.

Anon, you are so very kind. Thank you so much for your lovely words. I am just an ordinary person unusually invested in a particular set of fictional characters xD and I am often late to things and a bad correspondent, but I must be doing something right if you’re sending me a message as lovely as this. Thank you again, I hope you are having fantastic days as well.

Honestly ive read your snow white fic years ago but I loved it insanely much and im about to read it again today ^.^

Thank you Anon! Ah, Snow White. I am very glad you still enjoy it. It is so old, and I wish I had the courage to edit it and spruce it up, or even update an extra or two...

Are you ever planning to continue Satis? I’m in love with that piece of work.

Thank you Anon! Yes! I hope you enjoyed the recent chapters!

My literal text to a friend of mine that's also a fan of Satis when I got the AO3 mail about the new chapter was: "NOW THEY'RE FINALLY STARTING TO BE *HAPPY* HOLIDAYS"

I am very glad I was able to bring you holiday cheer. Would it be bold of me if I say I aim to bring you non-holiday cheer as well, now? xD Thank you so much!

HEY JUST CAME HERE TO SAY I LOVE SATIS, OKAY BYYYYE

HELLO ANON! THANK YOUUUUU

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hello icha!! i finally got around to finishing the stranger haha,, by which i mean i just watched it today. was veryyyy excited for it as i really like the poster design for this one. anyways. this event starting w/ the sort of portrait format or whatever / that narration is like. god. threw me right back to autumn troupe. I kind of love that the storytelling format itself is so distinct for autumn! the moment I realized it was omi I started getting teary… like oh man oh man… omi…. And the connection with him taking photos! ahh!! now that I think about it… omi kind of seems a bit like early version tsumugi, huh? also I keep forgetting this man is a college student lol. suspension of disbelief I suppose. onto the play i think like. mankai should invest in a fainting courch for tsuzuru. i also went to watch the play and 1) im betting yuki had a hell of a time costume design wise like the vines on the body? such fun costuming wise and 2) the ethical implications of whatever this play has,,, fun fun. tsuzuru was clearly having some kind of thoughts. i love zeros design and am always up for a3 characters crossdressing bc 1) i think its fun and 2) the costume design. i also dearly wish this whole thing was animated bc I feel like it’d be o fun to see taichi act as zero. or at least I hope this event gets full voiced one day... moving on to the scene where omi adds soy sauce to the paella I know it’s just like haha homare funny so lets five him a lil bit but like everyone in autumn troupe making their comments on the paella and like homare just jumping in. homare autumn troupe besties. just thinking. also the way they just r like. no no no omi it’s fine if u made a mistake!! it’s ok! we like it (you) anyways <3 it’s got it’s own special taste. something something omi’s perfectly pleasant as he is now but even if he weren’t on his a-game and was dealing with all of the biker gang stuff they would love him just as hard. another thing that got me was omi telling banri that he’ll give him something sweet so juza will stop grinding his teeth in his sleep… guys… guys you’ll give him cavities…. mb omi is a college student after all lol.

anyways when i saw the actual costumes. appreciative of them, i like the lil circuit-esque detailing on banri’s outfit, and that sakyo and taichi (nine and zero) both share that like collar detail? its very symbolic and probably also literal but its a nice way to sort of signify their relation to each other visually! also sakyo just looks nice. seeing him without glasses is so great. whoever thought up the like two mole detail for him was doing gods work.

something that confused me was ryo mistaking juza for nachi for a split second? like. does juza… look similar to nachi? or was it just that ryo only heard juzas voice and made that mistake. if it’s appearance wise too. kumon nachi confirmed. I’m joking lol bc I feel like I would’ve heard at least something abt it in one of the like small conversation comments, plus that doesnt seem like itd fit summer troupes style and kumon is for sure the wrong age… but still.

i really like how for this event, the roles for taichi and omi were kinda reversed. and taichis just so like. idk. smiley. rly lifts ur spirits. its kind of nice how this event contrasts to that cg where taichi is crying on omi. I also think like. idk. considering the story of the stranger. wolf gives zero a sense of purpose and life and I think that zero helps wolf lose his apathy. it’s about “the stranger” and the ending makes him like… not a stranger, right? because he’s got a companion. in the same way, taichi brings omi out of his emotional isolation. the picture taking! also the stickers coming back… thats such a good setup! the found family of it all!!

when he was trying to work out zeros character as soon as taichi mentioned a sharp speaking style I KNEW it was Yuki… yuki would never be as honest as zero is though lol… to me i imagine she’s got a sort of juza internal monologue feel? anyways. the taichi yuki dynamic intrigues me. havent yet decided how I feel abt it but when I do… yes. sorry that I make literally no sense. I think it’s very obvious that yuki is my fav chara kind of? I’m just. hmmm it makes me think! I’ve been monologuing to myself abt the yuki and juza dynamic lately which, to my a3 knowledge so far, doesn’t exist, but its ok bc I’ll make it exist! uhhh anyways this event was very good i liked the pacing. i think it didnt drag too hard and it really properly honed in on just omi and taichi, which was quite nice. they really did a lot for just an event!

time to listen to the event song,,, ok so. ah. i rly enjoyed just for myself it was very much to my taste so. out of curiousity i was like ok lemme look up the composer / producer AND IT WAS YUYOYUPPE....... that guy is like!!!! one of my FAV producers ever!!!!!! i know him from like. his vocaloid days and god leia is still one of my fav songs to this day...! this knowledge gives me so much joy omg!!! like wow!! wowwww!!! like i knew yuyoyuppe was out there doing other stuff (i know he worked on a lot of babymetal music which is cool) but like idk. to suddenly encounter it like this. heheh.... its so nice! made me soooo happy. going to relisten to leia now haha

WAIT ONE MORE THING. i was like "haha let me look at other songs i remember liking a lot" which. for me was rakuen oasis and don't cry. anyways. rakuen oasis is ALSO by yuyoyuppe???? oh my god!!! oh my god... sigh. feel like im in heaven.

OH HI FRIEND!! so good to see you with an a3 update!! :D

godd yeah The Stranger started so strongly and the idea to still incorporate portraits in his story was really something to make us cry!

And linking Omi and Tsumugi like this is pretty interesting :O <hat is your reasoning exactly? :O

For the fainting couch for Tsuzuru LMAO and i'm letting you know there's a webcomics that addresses it in Act 2 (hough there's no spoilers aside from the fact Chikage is here)

Im glad you liked the costume and the play!!! yeah i love the designs and it is always a blast to see them this into it, and yeaaah Tsuzuru has thoughts huh. It'll get voiced sooner than later hopefully and there we'll see more in details :3c but also that's what made the seiyuu live so fun bc they perform the songs in play cosplay and replay a bit of the play everytime and it's *chief kiss*

HOMARE AUTUMN TROUPE SOLIDARITY YES. LOVING IT.

And yeah the scene itself was so cute TwT they all want to reassure Omi and be there for him it's so sweet :( but yeah i love how you say it all, Omiimi TwT

and dLKFJDFLKJFDFD Giving Juza cavities is the price to pay for sleep i guess??

yeah agreed on the costume they all look so cool! and nice catch on how those three seem linked like that with their costumes, Yuki (and the designers) does such a good job! and god yeah for Sakyo.. yeah. He has sucha good design dLKJFDF

aND DLKFJD yeah no Juza is supposed to look like Nachi physically, but mostly his face? like i think Nachi was had green hair? we see a sprite of him in a future story, and yeah, everything is in the eyebrows. so Kumon should be safe? Omi mentions he sees a lot of Nachi in Juza, and while it is mostly due to their passions i think, the fact they're also rough looking guy with a heart of gold must play a part as well. but yeah, he does look like Nachi a bit.

and i love your deeper analysis of the event yeah!!

I feel like Taichi is really an emotional core of the troupe in the sense that is, he tends to catch on what others are feelings easily. And he uses it in the early chapters to ease off the tensions and stuff, but he was being held back by knowing he was deceiving them. So now that he's more free, he can be more of himself. but yeah i also love the contrast with how Omi was the one to help Taichi through his breakdown and guilt, and now it's the other way around, it's Taichi helping him through it. and the parallelism between the play and their dynamic is spot on imo! well said!!

and god yeah the sticker things made me cry sO HARD, and the pictures! and everything!! sobs it's such a sweet found family i'm going to cry :(

And! i love what you say about Yuki, Taichi and Juza on this one. I love that Taichi keeps bringing it back to "that childhood friend" and it's always like. so obvious who it is for us rip. But it can make you wonder if Yuki was more honest as a kiddo when Taichi knew him, though now he's clearly not. I love the mention of how Zero is more like Juza's internal speech (which, if anything is another argument about why you should let Juza wear a dress, cOWARD)

but also your mention of the Yuki and Juza thing, while i can't think of them having a dynamic per se yet, but i actually wrote a post during my reread about how i was baffled at the fact they treated Muku the same way?? like both of them tried to push Muku away because they were scared of how people would react if they say pure, sweet Muku was associated to them. And i find it fascinating because i guess those two are pretty aware of how the world see them, and it used to stop them from fully allowing them to be themselves.

I also find it relevant with the fact Yuki says in his personal song that while all of this way people judge him weight on him, he rather be himself, and "I want to love myself". Meanwhile we have Juza who's also aware of the way people judge him and it weight on him, and he wants to change himself from this person he hates, this self loathing - and in a way, he can grow in a way to be "someone" he may not hate, even on stage. I feel like those two have quite a bit in common in this way of being rejected by their peers in some sort of way.

I really want them to share some stuff at some point because there's really a groundwork on it all :(

But i'm really glad you liked that event!! agreed on the pacing and i do love what it brings to the characters! it really fleshes them out and have them move forward a little and it's pretty sweet.

AND OMG THAT'S SO COOL FOR THE SONG!! i'm so glad you liked it, but that's incredible it turned out to be from one of your fav producer!!! ahah sometimes life is like that where you end up finding the stuff you loved back into new stuff! and the fact Rakuen Oasis was from him as well... that's so cool!!! just, so so cool!

im pretty sure he has more songs going forward so i hope you'll enjoy the ride even more!!

thank you once again for sharing your thoughts about a3 :3c it always makes me so happy to see them!!!

Thank youu <3 have a good day :3c

#ichareply #ichafantalks a3 #sonnets of beauty #long post for ts

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Zombie Apocalypse AU

Platonic Syndisparklez (Maybe hinting? I wrote it as platonic soulmates)

Length: 1327 words

Tom is infected and abandons Jordan. ‘I can’t lose you. Not when I’m like this.’

-- Sometimes when I'm tired I look at the black, blank ceiling and think of you. There's nothing up there. There's nothing that matters up there, except for the thin layer that keeps the rain off of my face and the chill out of my bones. I am old. I should not be this old, and yet I am. I should not have such wisdom in such a young man's body.

I’m scared, Jordan. I know I don't say it, but I am. I am all the bloody time. I’m scared that the magic will leave me while I'm in the sun and i'm not covering my skin, I’m scared that you'll mix me up with the others and kill me, I'm scared I'll lose myself completely and I won't come home

I can't lose you. Not when I’m like this.

But what if I'm the one who hurts you, yknow? What if I fall completely and i h What if something really bad happens and it ends up being me? I can't lose you to any of them but goddamn I can't lose you to me either.

I hope this finds you well, sparklydick. And I'm fine. Keep fighting off those dumb mindless zombies for me until I come home.

Yours and only yours,

Tom

Snow. Thaw. Sun. Fall.

Their numbers in this area were decreasing. The occasional one wandered its way through the trees, out of the city to this fortified cottage, but they were easy to deal with. Don't draw attention, don't get in trouble.

Snow. Thaw. Sun. Fall.

His heart ached every time he passed the room. Everything was layered in dust. He hadn't stepped foot in there since the night after.

Snow. Thaw. Sun. Fall.

The letter was golden at the edges from age, now. Letter. Note. Whatever it was. The ink had faded but the words would stick in his mind for as long as they needed to.

'Until I come home'.

Snow. Thaw. Sun. Fall.

The way the sun hit the orange-brown leaves like fire was truly stunning. He always loved this time of year. No - loves. He was still out there somewhere.

Snow. Thaw. Sun. Fall.

He had to still be out there somewhere.

Snow. Thaw. Sun. Fall.

Tend to the crops.

Snow. Thaw. Sun. Fall.

He had to be.

Snow. Thaw. Sun. Fall.

He had to.

Snow. Thaw. Sun. Fall.

Please.

A decade is a long time with nobody to spend it with.

Jordan knew who he was to the locals and passers-by: a slightly out-of-it, lonely man with a crossbow and a cat; a fresh meal and a place for the night if you were kind, perhaps some supplies for the road if you had information he needed.

He knew people made things up for him. He could tell. But one thing in the stories was always the same: tales of a zombie who didn't attack.

A zombie that didn't look quite as dead as the others. One that spoke, if you were nonthreatening enough. One that would even protect the most vulnerable from its own kind. One with a light behind its eyes that none of the others had.

Always, across these years, new stories. Perhaps some were folklore at this point, but since when did doubt stifle raw hope?

He would go and search, but if Tom returned home while he was out, he'd assume Jordan was dead.

Until he came home, tinkering kept the man occupied. Contraptions and wiring and just things that were useless but he couldn't help it. He couldn't. He'd trade some for goods, but that was the farthest he'd ever go from his home. Their home.

As the enemy population in the area dwindled, the people became bolder. They built a small marketplace in an old, abandoned barn a couple of miles away. He had been there once or twice. Everyone there knew him - the madman all alone - and they recognised him. He didn't care to be the same towards them.

Meat. The rabbits were doing poorly this year, and frankly, he was sick of corn. Someone over there had to have something he could trade for. He packed a few smaller contraptions and some vegetables, and went off to market.

He knew those stares. He knew those whispers. He didn't care anymore. His bag thunked down on the table opposite a woman who had a chest freezer full of cow parts.

"Well, hey there, Jardon~! What can I do ya for?"

He was tired of correcting them. "What'll you take for half the round?"

"That's a lotta meat for one man."

"How much?"

She sighed, giving up on conversation, and named her price. He handed over what he had, and took it, wrapped up neatly.

"Oh, one other thing." Her voice grated on his ears. He didn't care. But, out of nothing if not what was left of the kindness in his heart, he lifted his head expectantly. She smiled and gestured. "Donnie has a letter addressed to some guy 'Sparkly'. Wouldn't happenta know who that is, wouldya?"

His heart stopped for a moment. Before he knew it, he was shoving the joint in his bag. "Where."

"Huh?"

"Where's Donnie?"

"Oh, uh.." She blinked and pointed towards a small group. "Black hat, can't miss 'im."

Jordan just nodded and took off. He felt eyes on him. He wouldn't stop. The envelope was out in his hand, the people around him trying to decipher who it was for.

"What does it even mean 'the cottage' like man? Do this guy even know how many there are? Wh-"

Jordan. Didn't. Care.

He snatched the letter out of his hands and tore it open, yanking the paper out and dropping the envelope without a care. It crumpled lightly in his hands.

‘Dear Sparklydick,

It's been a while’

He couldn't keep reading. He fell to his knees, in front of all of these people, and sobbed.

He'd read it every single day since it had arrived.

'Dear Sparklydick,

It's been a while, hasn't it? I'll be honest, I don't actually know how long it's been. But I'm glad I left when I did, cause.. Well, I lost it.

One more month or so and that would have been you. Your blood on my hands.

I'm so sorry I did this to you. I hope it hasn't been too long. I was lucky enough to be picked up by this guy who wants to work on a cure. They say I might have some antibody which is why your 'magic' worked for so long. Crazy thing, morphine, huh? Coulda told me that at the time.

I'll be home soon. Keep my dinner warm.

Love,

Your's.'

Nine months. Snow was settling, birds chirping their way innocently through the frosted branches. Jordan would have let nature be, but he recognised those slow, meandering, dragging footsteps anywhere.

He grabbed his crossbow and locked his cat in his bedroom.

The figure was slumped at the end of the front path. It was batting the hedgerows as if trying to get to something. It lifted its dumb, maggoted head towards him.

No mercy. Fire.

It fell into the snow, groaning as the bolt penetrated its brain. It'd take some serious dismemberment to stop it getting back up. He growled, setting the crossbow aside, but the bush moved. A figure burst out, slamming down their axe and slicing its head clean off.

"What the-"

Blue eyes met brown.

A decade, and he would know those eyes anywhere. His skin was still tinted, but he looked alive. *Alive*. There was a hint of red to his cheeks and meat to his bones.

"... Hey, Jordan."

In another world, more words were said. In another world, they were quiet, whispering comforts to each other.

In this, they collapsed into the snow, holding each other closer than what could be thought possible. And they refused to leave each other's side for days. And weeks. And months. And lifetimes.

#syndisparklez #captainsparklez #project syndicate #writing #fanfic #zombie apocolypse au #not art #textpost

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