#i saw the post and went “erm actually”

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I’m part of nature right? Photograph me! - Zhou Guanyu x Photographer! Reader

Plot: You’re a nature photographer… but end up at an F1 race?

You’d worked for the national geographic since you could remember. It started with you submitting a picture you took, age 10 on your first camera for the CountryFile Calendar. Then you’re parents helped you make an account online where you posted all your ‘professional’ pictures on. And then you went to university and managed to get an internship with the national geographic where you’d worked your way up ever since.

You’d always loved nature so being able to travel all the time for your job around the world to see what it had to offer was your favourite thing.

You’d been in Japan for about a year covering Fuji and an upcoming documentary, getting loads of content while exploring the country for all it had to offer and making tons of local friends.

One of those local friends was a fellow photographer and invited to an F1 race which was where he took his pictures.

You’d agreed to come after seeing the expensive and once in a lifetime paddock tickets being flashed in front of your face before prepping your camera and everything you might need.

You didn’t know what to expect.

“Lots of car noises, lots of people, it’s hard to get the pictures especially of the drivers as they’re constantly on the move. And the cars … they’re even harder to get” the friend says as he starts to take picture of a driver in orange who’s walking away in his race suit towards the mechanics in the garage.

“Yeah I can tell it’s so different yet so similar to nature in a weird way” you grin.

Yes, there was hours that you were waiting with just the whisps of wind around you and little scurries of feet or tails going through the grass until there were fights between Stags on a cliff. Or a baby monkey peaking out from behind his mother. Which here, amongst all the chaos you were waiting for the one moment … the opposite yet the same.

And do you did. You waited getting the perfect shots of some of the drivers. One that took you most by surprise was Zhou Guanyu in the Neon Green and Black racing suit that matched his car.

“Who’s that?” You ask the friend who looks away from his camera lens pointed towards one of the garages.

“Mmmm he’s the Chinese driver for Sauber. Or Stake. They have a really long ass name so it’s kinda confusing but his name is Zhou Guanyu” he offers looking at where you’re concentrated on.

“I like his helmet. It has cute little animals on it!” You grin having taking a picture of the helmet held down by his leg rather than the driver himself.

Once it came to the actual race you spent lots of time trying to fix your settings to fit the car. There was so much going on that you could get and you didn’t really know where to start and what to have your lens focus on. It was incredibly overwhelming.

You got some good pictures, some even encapsulating your love on nature in them. Using the cherry blossom around the track.

You were looking around the paddock for your friend who you’d come with, camera held against your chest the neck strap holding most of the weight.

As you pause in the middle of the busy walkway to look around for anything familiar you hear a voice shout to you.

“Hey! Watch out!” The voice says, and at first you didn’t register that they were talking to you, until you were pulled to one side.

You look just where you were stood to see a driver go zooming past on a scooter. No regard for anything other than their destination.

“You’ve got to be careful it’s busy here” the same voice says and it’s the first time you look up at them.

It was the guy you’d noticed earlier except now he wasn’t in his green and black race suit. He was actually really fashionable, your fingers twitched on instinct at your camera. Whenever you saw something pretty you had to take a picture and right now he read the prettiest thing around.

“Are you okay?” He asks at your silence.

“Erm, yes sorry I - it was my fault I was looking for my friend and I think I got a little lost. It’s my first time taking pictures at a race, you see I’m usuallya photographer in nature. But I’ve been living in Japan for a while now and this friend asked me to come here to Suzuka with him as he takes pictures of the cars and … now I’m rambling and you probably don’t care” you smile awkwardly at the man in front of you who wears a grin.

“It’s okay, keep talking. I could listen to you all day, you have a pretty voice” he smirks and when you look at his whole face your brain sort of short circuits.

God he was pretty.

“I erm, well did you want to see the pictures I took! I think I got one of your car. But erm I didn’t get many because I had this spot and was taking pictures of the cars with the cherry blossom, see look at this red car, I think that’s the Ferrari right?” You ask showing him the picture of the red car surrounded by the cherry blossom you’d found. “But you’re car colours didn’t really look great with the light pink, but I got some really cool pics of you when it started to rain see!” You smile showing him the picture you’d got.

“Woah these are really cool! You said you photographed nature?” He asks cocking his head to the side.

“Oh yeah! I work for the national geographic, it’s like a ma-“ you start but he just laughs.

“I’m… familiar with the national geographic, that’s pretty impressive” he grins and you blush forgetting that you’d worked for a big international company and not a small niche side shop in Manchester anymore.

“Oh, right yeah of course you are!” You stutter awkwardly.

“You know I’m part of nature why don’t you photograph me?” He asks in a teasing tone.

“Actually, I’d love too, right now where the sun is setting it’s getting the perfect sheen across your eyes and then the backdrop of the track is super cool and with this lens it will come out super clear and… sorry” you say looking down and he just laughs.

“Go on take the picture” he prompts making you grin and take a careful step back, making sure you aren’t in the way. You snap a few pictures of him, he seems to naturally look good on camera. It was actually like the camera was secretly drawn to him.

“Maybe we could grab a coffee and you can show me round your favourite places in Japan while you show me your photos?” He asks confidently and your brain malfunctions once again, as you’re about to snap the last picture.

Was this guy asking you on a date? You couldn’t help but wonder to yourself as you watched his face ease into a smile as he patiently waited for you answer.

“YES” you blurt out before covering your mouth embarrassed by how brash you’d sounded.

“Sorry erm yes I would love too! When are you … like done up around here I’m not too familiar with … it all” you laugh looking around the paddock that’s starting to be packed away.

“I can leave now, I just have to check out with the team. Why don’t you wait for me by the paddock entrance and we can get the train to where you’re going to take me?” He asks and you nod, he gives your hand a little squeeze before running off towards the Stake hospitality.

You say goodbye to your friend who you found on your way out, who didn’t want to leave you all alone at first not believing who you were meeting but when you assured him you’d be okay he nodded and left.

You were waiting for what felt like hours until you saw Zhou come running towards you.

“Sorry that took longer than I expected. Now where were we?” He asks with a smile taking your hand.

“To the train station. We’re going to Osaka” you smile. It was one of your favourite (that was easily accessible) places in Japan.

“I’ve never been! I’m very excited” he grins as you guys walk out and towards the train station.

You guys spent the evening in Osaka, you showed him all your favourite street foods, and the first places you’d visited. You told him the story where you’d got lost and an old Japanese man tired to help you, with your broken mix of English and the Japanese you’d picked up.

He didn’t really have many stories but he was more than happy to listen to you. Chip in every now and then when he felt necessary or had something of value to say.

“Next year you can come to China, not just for the race but I think you’ll enjoy taking pictures there!” He smiles and you grin.

“That’s actually my next assignment” you admit.

“What?!” He asks in shock.

“I’m on the Asia leg right now. We normally switch out every few years so before Japan I was in Cambodia for 2 months, then Japan and then I’m moving into China” you explain.

“You know what, we might just be soulmates” he teases as he bites into the Tokoyaki you’d brought for him to try bumping his shoulder against yours.

“Yeah?” You laugh, taking a bite of your own salty deep fried goodness.

“Mmmmm yeah” he smiles.

y/user

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y/user: Really different environment this weekend in 🇯🇵. Really had a great time learning what it takes to be a car photographer and it’s really not for the weak. I think I’ll stick with nature for now.

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zhouguanyu24: it was nice to meet you. I hope to see you at another race 🏁

-> y/user: it was incredible to meet you too!

fan1: who is this KYMILLMAN wannabe

-> fan2: she’s a photographer for the national geo. She went to an f1 race for leisure and obviously got some of the best pictures ever

fan3: my goat

fan4: who did you have the most fun meeting?

-> y/user: meeting Zhou was the highlight of my trip 👍🏼

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[misfits-in-motion]

bleed me dry (vampire!frank iero x reader)

i fear i should js make it known i dont proofread. i dont word count. i write until it feels right and just GO so... yah ^^ anyways ermmm thats all i have 2 say OH and lowercase this time. feels more... good. if you guys hate it i can change it back to proper grammar n shiz

summary: you're aware of vampires. you know they exist. everyone in your town does, but they pretend like they don't. they know how to handle a vampire. they know how to get rid of one. vampires basically became part of the town like any other animal, person, or landmark. but it was a bit odder when your boyfriend of a month had been turned.

tw/cw: erm,,, lots of symbolism. a lot of it. gore/blood/biting/bleeding etc. and a lot of vampric tendencies used as symbolism/metaphors for love and smeggs,,, perhaps slight slight tensions. not smut, probably just'll get a liiiitle steamy,,, mostly fluff and a bit of silliness, too ^^

⠀in your town, vampires were like another day to day thing. curfew was advised, but not enforced. mostly because vampire related deaths had decreased significantly when townsfolk actually began carrying around holy water and crosses and stakes. things leveled out, and it became commonplace to kill vampires and call the exterminators to get rid of the body. and even then, vampires learned to stay away from people. once vampires stopped killing people, they became sort of... okay. people weren't fond of them, and occasionally you had people who befriended vampires or remained close with vampires post-turning. it was just normal.

⠀no-one really questioned or spoke about it, either. if you saw someone speaking with a vampire, you looked the other way. there were vampire-only bars. you could donate blood to a number of places to feed vampires because that was seen as a way to tamp down human deaths. you had even donated a few times. long story short, the townsfolk and vampires coexisted. a close yet distant relationship, parallel.

⠀as per usual, you went through the routine of doing your usual home lock-up. you remember doing it when you were little, walking around your house and checking every window and door after everyone else as if inspecting it to make sure it was up to par. you had just recently moved into your own place, and thus were keeping up the usual routine. at the end of the day, the last thing you wanted was death by bloody violation.

⠀with everything secure, you headed to your bedroom with a yawn. you finished up the last of your routine, getting a few things set up for the next day so that future you wasn't too pissed and past you for making you rush against the clock. you pulled yourself into bed, rubbing your eyes and yawning again when it dawned on you. you hadn't heard from your boyfriend, frank, for a few hours. usually, he would at least text you to let you know he was okay. he was childish and and asshole in that endearing sort of way, but not to the point of ignoring you. maybe he just got caught up in band practice. that wasn't too far off. frank's relationship with music was intense, and you could admire it. brushing it off as best as you could, you rolled over and attempted to let sleep overtake you.

☾•☾•☾

⠀when your body jolted awake, you initally assumed you came out of some nightmare that you'd begin to remember momentarily. but the moment never came. you were just awake. eyelids wide and staring up at your ceiling. was this sleep paralysis? you tried to move your head. well, certainly not sleep paralysis. you looked at your clock which read 2:23. good. you could at least go back to sleep. that was, until you caught the faintest bit of movement behind your curtains. a small creaking sound, almost as if something was being scraped at. picked at. great. mice. rats. something. that's what you wanted to believe, anyway.

⠀everything in your body told you to go lay back down. pretend you never heard anything and that it was some weird case of being out of it that caused you to hear such noises. that was easy enough to do, at least before you seized open your curtains and laid eyes on frank, your boyfriend, sticking a pocket knife between your window and the windowsill.

⠀bewildered, you unlocked the window and slid it open. "i have a front door. more importantly, i have a phone, and what exactly are you doing outside my window!?" you whisper-shouted. frank stopped, eyes a bit wide and face laid into an expression of realization.

"ohhh.... yeah, that would have made a lot more sense to do, huh?" he let out an apologetic, almost forgiveness seeking, giggle.

"just get your ass inside."

⠀frank complied, and squished himself into your room through the window. a slight chill followed him, and once he was inside, he shut the window and locked it just as you had. assuming nothing was really wrong, you headed back for your bed. it wasn't uncommon for frank to crash at your place just because he wanted to be with you.

"wait- wait, wait. i actually had a reason to come here, and i think the adrenaline and urgency is part of what made me... choose your window."

⠀confused, you turned and sat on the edge of your bed. frank, almost pleadingly without words, got to his knees in front of you and took your hands in his. you reserved anything to say, because quite frankly, you didn't know what to say. his behavior was strange. there was usually only one reason he liked to be on his knees in front of you. considering his expression and the tone of his voice, you didn't think this was that sort of thing.

"something... happened."

"...what?" instantly, your mind went for the wort, and it seemed like frank could tell, because he began shaking his head quickly.

"no-! no, no, no, nothing like that, no- never... i... i was... okay," he took a breath and wet his lips, seemingly trying to find the words, "i was out with the guys. fucking around like usual... and they- they fucking- they told me they got turned. like willingly, i guess. mikey's girlfriend, and then one of gerard's friends did him and ray... it's- it's a whole fucked thing but- but i- they- i did it, too."

⠀instantly, you wanted to pull away. not entirely out of fear for him, but perhaps fear of change. of the new. you had never been in close quarters with a vampire before. frank felt the slight tug of your hands, and squeezed them tighter in his own. "please, don't be scared of me. i'll loose it if you're scared of me, baby, please... just... just... just listen to me. i don't want to turn you, too, or anything- unless you want me to- but.. i... i just needed you. i needed you because no one else would understand and i just knew you would understand..."

"... what now..?"

⠀frank's eyes were shifty. glancing around to different parts of you. your throat. your wrists. your thighs. you weren't stupid. you knew what he was thinking.

"frank." your voice was soft, yet direct. "ask."

⠀instantly, it seemed like a weight fell from his shoulders. he relaxed visibly, and his eyelids slid half-way over his eyes. "i'm just so hungry, and i don't know where the blood banks are, and i'm so scared, and this is all so new, and-" you pressed a hand to his cheek, turning his face up toward yours.

"you're only going to take what you need, right? i- i don't want to die, if that's alright with you." you laughed lightly.

⠀frank nodded eagerly, and you pulled your hands back away from him. you shifted back on your bed, frank following you as if you were magnetic and drawing him in. as you leaned back, he leaned in. you were now only rested up on your elbows, frank hovering over you with one leg slotted between yours and the other over the outside of your thigh. he lifted his hand to smooth your hair back, then leaned in to press his lips to yours tenderly.

"i'll be careful. promise." he murmured.

⠀you tried your best to relax under his touch, one hand bracing your side while his other hand held to the back of your neck. you stared up at him, his features barely illuminated by the faint moonlight spilling into your room. he leaned down, and you felt your heart pound faster. his breath hitched as if he felt your blood rushing in your veins. with every inch he got closer, your heart beat even faster. then, he sank his teeth into your throat.

⠀the pain was unexpected, causing you to gasp. once you familiarized yourself with the feeling of his teeth piercing your skin, it became less painful and moreso uncomfortable. your blood being drained from your throat, the feeling of his teeth slotted deep into your neck. it hurt less than you thought, and part of you felt as if you could get used to this.

⠀what brought you out of your trance was the sound of frank moaning. whining. small noises that came from his throat as he tasted you. as your blood coated his tongue and throat and seeped into his tastebuds and filled his stomach. he moaned like he never tasted something so good before, and good didn't even begin to explain it. his fingers dug into your side, balling up your pajamas in his fist while his other hand gripped your neck.

⠀he was taking you in a brand new way. you kind of liked it. he sounded so pretty, and he was still warm, still pressed close to you, holding you as if he'd never hold anything else so dear to him. you could feel the slight sting of his nails dug into your neck, his hand breaking free just enough to grip into your hair and hold the roots in a tight fist. you whined, and instantly he pulled back. his lips were stained at their epicenter, a small trickle of blood coming from his bottom lip down his chin. shakily, you reached up to swipe away the bead. then, as if he knew what you had in mind, he opened his mouth a bit to allow you to swipe your thumb against his tongue. his grip tightened again for a moment, just at the sheer taste of you.

"are you okay..? did i hurt you?"

⠀you then realized he must have thought you whined in pain, which caused your face to flush slightly. "no.. no, you're okay. it wasn't that."

⠀his face lit up into an impish grin. and it was that exact moment you realized he hadn't really changed. physically, maybe. but he was the same frank. that shit-eating asshole, but at heart so beautifully emotional and himself. "you liked it, huh? when i pulled your hair?"

⠀you hesitated, then nodded slightly

he only gave a snide chuckle in turn. frank leaned down, dragging his tongue over the fresh puncture holes in your throat. cleaning you. he then pulled away, wetting his lips. you could tell he was still hungry. you moved your hand to pull your sleeve down your shoulder a bit, and upon realizing what this meant, frank leaned in with a fervor. again, you felt the sting of his teeth sinking into you, draining more of your blood second by second.

⠀you were now pinned by his weight, his hands pinning your wrists against the mattress by lacing his fingers with yours. he still made sure to tenderly rub the side of your hand with his thumb. frank was breathing intensely, his breath hot and heavy enough to create a thin film of sweat over your shoulder and throat. only now was a slight delirious feeling beginning to make itself known

⠀somehow, it made everything that much more intense. you could feel the way his fingertips traced down your forearm, moving one hand to brace the other side of your throat. still drinking, he began to slowly rut his hips. a subtle movement, but a movement nontheless. grinding against your thigh just because of the taste of your sweat, skin, and blood. he groaned lowly, his hand squeezing yours every once and while. you lazily lifted your hips, eager to meet his in some way, and he matched this by slotting his thigh firmly between your legs. you didn't know if he even knew he was grinding against you.

⠀seconds felt longer as they passed, and eventually you realized the room was spinning ever so slightly. you lifted your free hand, gently tugging at frank's sleeve. you hummed, trying to catch his attention in some way. and, though delayed, it worked. frank pulled away, panting as he licked at your fresh wound again and again as if it would spout any more new blood. you were his new addiction. he wasn't going to let you go any time soon.

⠀ finally, frank rolled onto his back, catching his breath most likely out of habit. "fuck... that was so good. you're so fucking good..." he giggled breathily, then turned his head to glance at you. "oh shit," he sat up, quickly taking you into his arms and helping you sit up. "are you good? are you okay? fuck, did i take too much? i'm so sorry, i wasn't fuckin' thinking and i was just tasting you-"

⠀lazily, you raised a thumbs up. he stopped his rambling and smiled.

"right. let's get you some band-aids and water."

AHHH this was so fun ^^ hope u guys likeeee comments and critiques in the notes plss !!!

[dramaticallytotal]

Simp-ly Love At First Sight Headcanons: Part One

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• Alejandro first paid attention to Noah on the bus ride to the plane. He was placing his bags in the overhead bin for his chosen seat when he heard some of the other competitors being rambunctious. It was annoying, but as long as it didn't involve him, he was fine. The noise got louder, so he naturally turned to look, and that's when he felt something collide with him and knock him off his feet.

The person, because he realized it was a person that hit him once he felt their hands on his chest, clenched his shirt in surprise, and him had somehow managed to fall into his chosen seat. The person was practically straddling him!

• Then the person looked up after grumbling for a second, and oh....oh, despite them being hooded, Alejandro knew he was looking into the world's most beautiful big brown doe eyes.

Did the lighting in here suddenly get better?

Was someone playing Hello Hello by Elton John? Because Alejandro was hearing it.

• After they snapped out of it and righted themselves, Alejandro found out that the angel's name was Noah, and though he appreciated the apology thrown his way, he was tempted to tell Noah that an apology wasn't needed. I mean, who got mad at having an angel land in their lap? But of course, he kept his cool and accepted the apology and smoothly asked Noah if he would like to sit with him. Noah agreed (did he mentally squeal? Not that anyone can prove).

• Still went over the pyramid but was constantly worried about Noah. The boy was so small and skinny (twink) he could get hurt!

• He was more worried when he saw Noah and Owen running out of the pyramid. Then Chris announced that Noah was on his team and he couldn't contain his smile and excited "wonderful!" He was less excited when he realized Chris also said Owen.

• Instead of flirting the competition off like he originally planned. Alejandro decided he needed to go the 'helpful' route. He would be as charismatic as possible and as friendly as possible but throw in some charm that could be mistaken as flirting but definitely explained away by his personality.

• Harold is still voted off second (after Ezekiel) because Noah made one (One!) comment about him being annoying. And as cute as Noah's annoyed face was Alejandro wanted to ease his troubles, so bye-bye Harold.

• He still talked him into voting himself off.

• Again, Noah's kind of apathetic about the people not on his team, so he's not upset about Harold leaving. If anything, he's a little relieved not to be 'erm-actuallied' about everything since Harold had a weird habit of trying to debate with Noah. He suspected it was to show Leshawna how smart he was, but God was it annoying.

• Bridgette goes next despite her not being Alejandro's original target because he saw her push Noah away when they were all trying to huddle for warmth as Chris told the interns to bring out the jackets since they hadn't brought them out to begin with. He heard Owen and Chris ask if Noah was okay because he got pushed down into the snow. Apparently, his amor was anemic!

So he played up his helpfulness and charm, and Bridgette fell hook, line, and sinker. And when she leaned in for a kiss (Alejandro did allude to having another accident but he clearly stated after a pause that he wouldn't mind it being with Noah) (oh yes, he played the whole you think I was flirting with you but I was actually talking about my crush!), Alejandro dodged with his hands up.

• Sadly, this does end up looking worse for Bridgette with the viewers and Geoff until they see Alejandro confess that he planned it. They are gobsmacked when he says it was for pushing Noah. "Mi Vida could have gotten sick! Plus, I found out he's anemic, and it can be very dangerous if someone with anemia gets too cold!"

• Everyone watching: Oh my god, he's a simp.

• Leshawna goes because she thought Noah got inside Harold's head, and he was the one responsible for him acting all weird. Mainly because she heard Noah make an offhanded remark about Chris being culturally insensitive, and she thinks it was his way of getting to him, so she confronted Noah. Unfortunately for her, she did it in front of Alejandro, who we established is a simp, and Izzy who is very protective of her friends.

• Yes, Izzy and Alejandro team up to take out Leshawna.

• Noah absolutely made small comments in the hopes of getting in Harold's head. And it worked! And now, with Leshawna's confrontation, it looks more like a coincidence, and he's not stupid enough to boast and confess so he keeps the secret to himself.

• In the Amazon, he and Noah had to share a sleeping bag, and he was in heaven. And was absolutely delighted when he found out Noah was a sleep cuddler! He was so in bliss that that is why he accidentally lost Owen. Yeah, it wasn't on purpose he was just too lovesick to notice because he was busy admiring a half asleep Noah try to keep up with him.

• Plus Noah had been very nice the whole day to him and actually got him an ice pack for his eye! He tried to apologize for Owen, but Alejandro just brushed it off. He was getting attention from a cute boy he liked! Why would he be mad?

• In Paris, he is on cloud nine. He greets Noah with his customary kiss on the hand. He sticks close to him for the challenge. When Noah was going through the lasers, his dumb ass was just standing there like:

• He snaps out of it when he realizes a song started, and he would be eliminated if he didn't sing. And that's when he remembered his plan!

• DJ had to go because he saw Noah comforting the guy, and the teddy bear hugged Noah! Just hugged him! Though Noah grumbled about it and complained once DJ wasn't around. Noah was just worried for his animal friends on the show and tried to get DJ to calm down about the curse. He hadn't planned to comfort the dude he just looked so pathetic.

• Alejandro talked with Lindsay about how worried he was for DJ, and since he's known for his friendliness at this point, Lindsay listened to him and agreed to help get DJ booted off. (DJ was very grateful)

• In Newfoundland, he was just over the moon that he and Noah were paired for the relay. He was also very impressed with Noah's swimming capabilities. He does notice that Noah didn't look as confused as he sounded when Jerd had spoken. And later in the confessional, he's like: "I think Noah knew exactly what Jerd was saying but pretended not to! He must be hiding his skills or purposefully downplaying them."

Everyone thinks he'd be mad about this but...

"Isn't that just so conniving and clever? Mi zorro is too cute!"

• Facepalms around the world 🤦‍♂️🤦‍♀️🤦

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in honour of bens bday u should do a fic where he gets a special bday present iykyk!?!😉😉

TLDR: You surprise Ben on his bday with his fave present ever (you)! DW for my soft girls, I'll be posting a SFW alphabet after this

Word count + info: 3.5k! Lwky way longer than smut I'd normally write, but it's for a special occassion (I had this up my sleeve for some time). Dialogue (sex talk,.).

Warnings + Content Ahead: NSFW - Minors DNI!! Sweet loving unprotected sex, hickeys, oral sex ... erm yeah!

Azzie Notes ✚: I wasn't gonna let u guys go hungry on a day like today! I also wasn't about to proofread and post a NSFW fic in public lmao, so sorry for the wait!! Also, ANON!!! they say great minds think alike, I was gonna surprise u guys for today w this since we're all so desperate rn, anyways, happy birthday to us!! (im so sad he didnt win today, I hope hes ok tho. I also he posts for his bday so I have new pics to drool over)

P.S this cake in the middle made me YELP laughing, I had to include it. I love Ben's barely visible moustache too, pls am i feral or... 🤭🤭 SEND REQUESTS!!

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Shanghai - B.T.S.

You had been planning this for weeks, months actually, sacrificing your time, saving up, and ensuring every detail was perfect for Ben’s 22nd birthday. It wasn’t just another day; it was his day, and you would make sure it was unforgettable.

Of course, he didn't take a break, not even on his birthday. So naturally, you found yourself flying into Shanghai the afternoon before his birthday. You packed last minute but you knew exactly what to do when you got there. His dad, Bryan, and his personal trainer had been in on the whole surprise from the get-go, helping ensure everything would go smoothly. They were kind enough to organise and send you a spare key to Ben's apartment so you could set up his surprise while he spent the early hours preparing and playing on the courts. Ben was already deep into his routine for the Rolex Masters, completely oblivious to your plan. They had arranged for you to sneak into Ben’s apartment while he was out, leaving you the whole morning to prepare for his surprise.

The morning of his birthday, after Ben left for training and his match, you got to work. You had one mission: make everything perfect before he returned. With the help of the chef and a few decorators, who arrived early to set up while you were out, the apartment was being transformed into a celebration space. They handled the food, decorations, and clean up so you could focus on the rest of the surprise.

You went straight from the apartment to the bustling streets of Shanghai, making sure to get everything in one sweep. First, you found a shop that sold the most beautiful silver chain, sleek, simple, and elegant. The links were subtly engraved with the coordinates of the place of your first date. It was a personal, thoughtful gift, something he could wear daily without it being too flashy.

Next, you picked up the balloons, large, metallic letters that spelt out “Happy 22nd Birthday Ben!,” as well as gorgeous bouquets of red roses and white lilies, his favourites, he loved how they smelt. As you walked through the shops, your heart raced. You smiled, imagining his reaction when he saw the apartment transformed, he didn't even know you were here.

Your final stop was a chic lingerie boutique. You browsed through delicate fabrics before choosing a stunning set of black lace lingerie, seductive and understated, the perfect surprise for later that evening. With everything in hand, you rushed back to the apartment, anticipation buzzing in your veins.

Once the chef and decorators finished setting up and left, you had the apartment to yourself. The balloons were floating in the living room, the roses perfectly arranged in tall vases strewn around. The air was filled with the scent of candles and the delicious meal waiting to be heated up later, roasted duck breast, truffle mashed potatoes, and a rich red wine reduction. The cake sat in the fridge, waiting for its moment to shine with the cheeky message iced on top: “Happy Birthday! I love you for you, but that D is an amazing bonus too”. You checked on it and giggled to yourself before you headed to get ready.

You took your time getting ready. First, you showered and did your hair in soft waves that tumbled down your back. Your makeup was flawless, subtle with a bold touch of a deep vampy lipstick. You slipped into the black lace lingerie, feeling a rush of excitement as the delicate fabric hugged your skin. You took your time admiring it on you, knowing it would only get seconds of appreciation before it's torn off. Over it, you put on the gown you had chosen for the evening, a long, sheen golden dress that was tied at the neck and shimmered as it draped down to your ankles. It was backless, elegant yet sensual, teasing the bra wire at the back and you couldn’t wait for Ben to see it.

With everything in place, you received the text from Bryan:

Ben’s on his way back. He’ll be there soon.

It was time.

You lit the candles around the apartment, their warm glow casting a flickering, romantic light across the room. Then you dimmed the overhead lights, giving the space an intimate ambience. You hopped up onto the kitchen island, tucking your feet under you, the golden dress pooled as you propped yourself up with the cake on your lap, carefully placing and lighting candles. The scent of flowers and the flicker of candlelight filled the air as you waited, your heart beating faster with every passing minute.

Ben’s footsteps grew louder as he approached the door, but your heartbeat drowned them out. You took a deep breath, adjusting your posture on the counter, the lit candles casting a soft glow over your golden gown. The cake on your lap, with its cheeky message, waited for his reaction.

The door clicked open, and Ben stepped inside, in his shorts and t-shirt, looking completely unprepared for what greeted him. His eyes scanned the room in a quick sweep, first the balloons and decorations all over, then the flowers, the candles, before landing on you. His jaw dropped, eyes wide in surprise as his bag fell to the floor with a thud.

“Happy Birthday!” you said, hopping off the counter and sauntering towards him, the cake held out for him to blow out the candles. The flickering flames illuminated his expression, pure, genuine shock.

“Holy-" he began, running a hand through his tousled hair. "You're here? In Shanghai?”

You grinned, holding up the cake just beneath his chin. “Surprise, baby.”

He walked over to you in slow strides, shock written all over, converting into a big smile. Ben holds your face, kissing your forehead tenderly before he glances from you to the cake, his smile growing. Then he read the message, written in smooth icing: Happy Birthday! I love you for you, but that D is an amazing bonus too.

Ben chuckled, shaking his head, his voice rich with amusement. “Of course you would write that.”

You winked. “Come on, make a wish, birthday boy. The candles are melting”.

He blew out the candles, his eyes never leaving yours, his intensity heightened by the dim lighting. The last flicker of the candles faded, leaving the two of you in a soft, romantic glow.

You set the cake on the island and looked up at him expectantly with a cheeky smile. “So? What did you wish for?”

Ben tilted his head, his gaze lingering on you for a long moment. “I’m not supposed to tell you, right?” His voice dropped lower as he leaned in, lips brushing your ear. “But if I’m honest, I already got my wish”.

Your cheeks flushed at the warmth in his voice as he planted a kiss on your ear to your cheek, and you laughed, brushing him off playfully. “Smooth, Shelton. Real smooth.”

You beckoned him to take a seat at the dinner table while you plated up dinner. Ben’s gaze followed you as you turned to grab the plates, his eyes catching the thin strap of your lacy bra that peeked out from the backless gown. “Wait a second,” he said, voice thick with admiration. “What are you hidin' under here?".

You smirked over your shoulder, sliding the plated food onto the table. “No spoilers! That's for later”

Ben bit his lip, shaking his head, but the playful gleam in his eye was undeniable.

Dinner was simple yet elegant, spent in perfect company and admiration. The conversation flowed as it always did, full of laughter and warmth. You listened as he recounted stories from his time in Shanghai, but you couldn’t ignore how his gaze kept drifting toward you, especially as he roamed over your face and down to the golden gown.

After the final bites of dinner, it was time for his gifts. You handed him a small box first, an elegant silver chain that he unwrapped carefully, his brow furrowing in curiosity. His fingers brushed over the subtle engraving on the links.

“These are coordinates,” he murmured, more to himself.

You nodded. “To where we had our first date.”

Ben’s expression softened immediately, his hand closing around the chain. “Oh, baby...” His voice was quiet, full of emotion as he thumbed over the engraving. He pulled it on, the silver glinting softly in the candlelight as it rested against his neck. “This is perfect. I love it.”

You smiled, watching him admire it before you handed him a few more small gifts, personal things you knew he’d love, tokens of your relationship like a small scrapbook of things you love about him with printed photos, some gifts from his friends back home, a Lego set. He found himself smiling, chuckling and soft with each gift. As the gifts came to a close, you stood up and made your way in front of Ben.

With a mischievous grin, you leaned closer, voice teasing. “But the best present is still to come.”

Ben raised an eyebrow, his grin widening as you knelt, turned around and swept your hair to the side, revealing the small tie at the nape of your neck that held your golden gown in place. “Want to unwrap your final present?”

His hands were on you in an instant, fingers brushing against your skin as he slowly undid the delicate knot. The gown loosened, slipping easily down your body, the soft fabric cascading to the floor in a golden pool around your feet.

Ben’s breath hitched as he took in the sight of you standing there in front of him in nothing but the black lace lingerie that had played in his mind all night. The candlelight only made you look all the more beautiful, feeling like he was entranced. His gaze travelled over your body, and his voice dropped to a rough whisper. “Jesus, baby…”

His hands gently grazed your bare skin as his eyes roamed over every inch of you. “You knew exactly what you were doing when you picked this out.”

“I know what my boyfriend likes,” you teased, holding his hands and bringing him to his feet. He stood close, his hands roaming the small of your back, your shoulders, your hips - anywhere he could feel your skin. Your height difference is now apparent as you look up at him through your lashes.“I’ve got his taste figured out by now.”

Ben grinned, his gaze darkening as his hand slid up to cradle your jaw. “You definitely do,” he whispered before pulling you into a kiss, deep, slow, and intoxicating. His lips were warm and soft against yours, the heat between you both intensifying with each passing second. The kiss deepened, his hands sliding down to your waist, pulling you closer as though he couldn't get enough of you.

You broke the kiss, breathless, your heart pounding as you looked up at him. “Come with me, just one more surprise,” you said softly, taking his hand and leading him toward the bedroom.

As you approached, the door swung open, revealing a scene that took Ben by surprise once again. The room was bathed in the warm glow of candles scattered across various surfaces, their flickering light casting soft shadows on the walls. Rose petals were strewn artfully over the bed, a trail of them leading from the door to where the plush bedding awaited. It was romantic, thoughtful, and completely personal, elevating the moment beyond any cliché.

Ben stood in the doorway for a moment, his hand still in yours, his gaze sweeping over the room. His breath caught, and he gave a quiet, amazed laugh. “I've never been so spoiled before, Y/N.”

You turned to him, your smile soft, the warmth of the moment settling around you both. “Only the best for you. Happy birthday, baby. I love you so much”.

He didn’t waste another second. In one smooth motion, Ben hauled you up into his arms, his lips capturing yours again in a kiss that felt even more intense than the last. There was something deeper in it now, filled with gratitude and love, not just desire. His hands roamed your body, appreciating every inch, as he brought you towards the bed. Your legs wrapped around his waist as you let him take the reign of the kiss, letting him enjoy feeling you up after so long. The feel of his lips, the way his fingers tangled in your hair as he kissed you like he couldn’t believe you were there, it made the whole night feel perfect. He tugged off his shorts and broke the kiss to take off his t-shirt.

He paused, holding your face as he looked down at you before he began to speak, chains dangling in your face, his voice husky against your skin. “You’ve made this the best birthday I’ve ever had. Thank you.”.

Your heart swelled at his words, and you smiled softly, holding his face and rubbing your thumb across his cheek. “And the night’s only just started. Let me take care of you tonight”. You winked as you gently pushed his shoulder down, putting you on top and letting him feel nothing but pure pleasure and love tonight. You straddled him as you undid your bra, tossing it to the side.

His breath hitched again, eyes trailing over you in admiration.

“God, you’re perfect,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion and desire. His hands ran up your sides in a feathering feeling, before cupping your breasts, palming and tweaking your nipples.

"And you're amazing. I love you, Ben. I'm all yours" you purred as you swept your hair over to one side, placing your palms on his broad chest, lowering yourself down as you planted kisses along his jaw.

Your words made him exhale deeply, giving you just the motivation you needed. You made sure you were going to kiss every inch of Ben tonight, show him just how much you loved and adored him. You sucked on the soft spots you knew well by now, places that made him whimper and groan with pleasure, your favourite symphony. You nipped at his Adam's apple while he fondled your breasts, pinching, rolling and tugging at your nipples. The feeling made you moan against his throat, both of you enthralled in bliss. You trailed your mouth and tongue down kissing and suckling his shoulders and chest, leaving a trail of hickeys all over. You could hear the soft gasps escape his mouth as he held your body tight.

"Ben? Baby, keep your eyes on me, m'kay?" You purred as you made your way to his stomach, about to kiss down to his happy trail.

His eyes flitted open as he propped himself up to keep his eyes on you, never once breaking eye contact. You trailed down, right by his waistband as you danced around, teasing him. You could feel his hard length, desperate to be free, you could see the desperation in his eyes, his mouth agape, brows furrowed, and you could see your work marked all over him, leaving purple stains tainting his skin.

"Y/N...please" he whispered, his voice croaking.

You smiled, holding back a small laugh as you bit his waistband, dragging it down with your teeth as he lifted himself a bit to help you slide them off. You lowered yourself to the edge of the bed, on your knees, never once breaking eye contact.

Ben's erection sprang free, already hard and eager for your touch. You couldn't help but lick your lips at the sight, feeling a surge of desire course through you.

"Tell me what you want, birthday boy," you hummed, your breath hot against his skin as you placed your head on his thigh.

Ben's eyes were dark with lust as he looked down at you. "Your mouth," he groaned. "Please, baby".

Maintaining eye contact, you slowly kissed the tip, before licking a long stripe from base to tip. Ben let out a low groan, his hands fisting in the sheets. You swirled your tongue around the head before taking his head into your mouth.

Ben's eyes fluttered closed before snapping open again, remembering your request to keep watching. You began to bob your head, taking another inch with each pass. Your hand worked in tandem with your mouth, stroking what you couldn't fit.

"Fuck, baby," Ben panted, one hand moving to tangle in your hair, putting it up into a ponytail. "That feels so good."

You hummed in response, the vibrations making him buck against you. You did your very best to try to take as much of his girthy cock as possible, your eyes watering a bit as you did so. You felt so seductive at this moment, the wetness growing in your lacy thong as you worked your boyfriend as if he paid for this.

As you continued your ministrations, alternating between long, slow licks and deep, rhythmic sucking, Ben's breathing became more ragged. His grip tightened in your hair as he guided you up and down his length as he fought to keep his hips still. You could feel Ben getting close, his cock twitching in your mouth.

"Y/N," he groaned, tugging gently at your hair. "I'm gonna-"

You pulled off with a soft pop, looking up at him through your lashes. "Not yet, baby. I want you inside me".

Ben groaned in frustration, but his eyes were dark with anticipation as you crawled back up his body. You straddled his hips, the lace of your panties brushing against his sensitive skin. His hands roamed your body, caressing every curve and dip before finding your waist. When he reached the waistband of your lace panties, he pushed it to the side, placing his thumb on your clit, and applying pressure. You had worked yourself soaking wet during the whole evening, your arousal was apparent.

You gently hovered and aligned him up to your core, before gently taking him in. You slowly sank onto Ben's length, savouring the delicious stretch as he filled you completely.

You both let out a simultaneous moan of pleasure as you bottomed out, your hands braced on his chest for support. The feeling of him stretching and filling you was amazing, it never failed to make your eyes roll and you took a moment to adjust, savouring the sensation.

Ben's fingers dug into your hips, his eyes locked on yours with an intensity that made your heart race.

"God, you feel amazing," he breathed, voice husky with desire.

You began to move, rolling your hips in a slow, sensual rhythm. Ben met your movements, thrusting up into you with perfect synchronicity. The room filled with the sounds of your shared pleasure, skin slapping, soft moans, low groans, and whispered endearments.

As the pace quickened, Ben sat up, wrapping one arm around your waist to pull you closer, deeper if even possible. His other hand tangled in your hair, guiding you into a deep, passionate kiss. You could feel the cool metal of his chains hitting against your breasts with every thrust and roll. His touch on your skin was reverent as if he couldn't believe you were real.

You whispered sweet “i-love-yous” and precious words of endearment, as you felt yourself coming close. He pressed his lips to your forehead, before pressing his forehead against yours, both of you heaving and moaning.

You could feel the tension building, the heat coiling low in your belly as you rode Ben with increasing urgency. Ben's hands roamed your back, tracing the curve of your spine as you rode him, your hips rolling in a sensual rhythm that had you both panting. His thrusts became more erratic, his breathing ragged against your neck as he buried his face there, peppering kisses and gentle bites along your sensitive skin.

"You’re so beautiful, Y/N, so perfect." Ben groaned, his voice strained. "I'm close, baby. So close."

You nodded, moaning, unable to form words as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm you. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, your body trembling with the effort to hold back your release. "Me too," you managed to gasp. "Together".

You could feel the familiar tension building within you, your movements becoming more urgent. Ben's hand slipped between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit and circling it with practised ease.

"That's it, baby," he encouraged, his breath hot against your ear. "Let go for me".

The added stimulation was all it took to push you over the edge. Your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, pleasure coursing through every nerve ending as you came, followed by Ben, who groaned, his face contorted as he felt himself fill you up. You cried out his name as waves of pleasure washed over you, your body trembling in his arms. Ben held you close, guiding you through your orgasm with gentle thrusts and whispered praise. You both stayed like that for some time before you climbed off him and collapsed on the bed.

“I hope you got everything you wanted, birthday boy” you gasped, catching your breath. Your legs still shook a bit and your body trembled as you lay there, looking up at your smiling boyfriend.

“You have no idea, I can’t wait to spend every birthday like this with you” he smiled, leaning down to peck kisses over your shoulder and neck.

"We'll celebrate like this every year, Ben. Happy birthday, my love" you hummed, pressing a kiss to his lips. With that, you both lay in each other’s arms whispering sweet adorations, happy to spend the next while by each other’s side.

[ranhaitanisgf]

Congrats on 5k! For the event may I request fluff hcs for "Cafe love" & "sneaking out to go on a date" with Mikey please? Maybe with Mikey crushing on a classmate that works at her family's cafe that he frequents? Thank you!

—manjiro [mikey] sano // cafe love // sneaking out to go on a date

☆ ˎˊ˗ me when i didnt read the req fully and wrote a scenario instead of hcs. erm . my bad yall ..... i hope you will enjoy anyways ! i thought this idea was super cuteeee :D have a nice day everyone xoxo

☆ ˎˊ˗ gn!reader

☆ ˎˊ˗ wc ; 1.3k+

masterlist || 2k masterlist

your shifts have been quite amusing as of late. 

every evening after school, you go to work at your family’s cafe. it wasn’t because it was doing badly; quite the opposite, actually. business had been booming as of late, and you couldn’t be more happy! it was pretty nice that you didn’t have to commute at all, and you were instantly hired, so it was easy money. 

in the last couple of months however, you’d noticed that you had quite the frequent regular. 

a boy from your class; manjiro sano. everybody calls him mikey, (you’re not exactly sure why) and you haven't spoken a single word to him in your life outside of taking his order every time he comes in. he would usually come in with friends, though the frequent one was a very tall boy with a dragon tattoo, (you couldn’t tell if he was your age or thirty years old). there were other times he would come in by himself, and neither of you every spoke outside of the typical ordering conversation. 

despite this fact, you always looked forward to seeing him come in. of course, you already knew all the rumors about him, but they never really crossed your mind. in your own mind, you just saw him as the cute boy who frequents your family’s cafe, which was enough for you to slowly develop a bit of a crush on him. 

it wasn’t like you were in love with him or anything; you were just interested in learning more about him. you could never quite find the chance to talk to him though, which left you to just look forward to taking his order, which was more or less the same kind of interaction every single day. you would’ve gone to talk to him in school, but it was a rare occasion for him to actually show up, which made it even harder. 

well, you guess he’s pretty cute, too. 

but that’s aside from the point!

the bell for the front door rung, the sound pulling you from your thoughts. you quickly finished cleaning up the counter and went to the register, smiling a bit too wide when you saw a familiar face. 

“hi, welcome! how can i help you?” you asked. your smile changed to a more polite, customer service type of smile when you realized that mikey was with a big group of his friends, the boys all snickering behind him as he tried, (and failed) to hush them. 

“hi! uh, can i get the kids meal combo, and…” mikey looked down to you from the menu posted on the wall above you, a bit of a questioning look on his face. “...what’s your favorite kind of cake here?” he asked, caching you a bit off guard. 

“my favorite? uhh…probably the strawberry chiffon cake!” 

“okay, and one of that!” you asked, a smile on his face, (you weren’t sure why he suddenly asked that, but his smile almost distracted you from doing your job). 

“alright! anything else?” mikey shook his head, but stepped aside so that the rest of his friends could order their food. you weren’t sure that you’d ever seen him with such a big group of people, and you weren’t sure if you were just imagining things, but…

…were they all staring at you in a strange way? 

of course, you didn’t say anything, but you could’ve sworn that they all were watching you strangely closely, the same knowing smile on all of their faces. 

it was probably just your imagination. 

when they were finished, they all left to sit down, which then left you to get to work preparing all of their food. you were hoping that they would be a bit patient, given the fact that your coworker for this shift had gone on a lunch break, leaving you to fulfill the order by yourself. 

you finished their food orders rather quickly, leaving you a bit shocked and proud of your accomplishment. when you called out the name for their order, the boys all came up to the counter and grabbed their respective meals, politely thanking you and going back to sit down, (why were they still looking at you like that?). 

the last person to grab his order was mikey, who seemed a bit nervous as he came to pick up his food. his fingers were fiddling with a piece of his hair and he seemed to be mumbling something to himself, and you noticed in the back that all of his friends were staring his way, (very obviously). 

“here is your order! please enjoy!” you said, holding his tray out to him. he grabbed it, freezing for a moment as he seemed to be thinking very intensely about something. suddenly, he took the slice of cake off of his tray, sliding it to you. 

“this…is for you. ‘cause you said it’s your favorite.” he mumbled, his cheeks a pink color as he avoided your gaze. “and! uh…would you want to…go out with me? after you finish working?” he asked, his eyes finally meeting yours. 

you stared at him in surprise for a moment, your eyes moving to look at the cake for a moment before looking back at him. 

“yes! i’ve actually…ahh, so embarrassing!! i’ve been wanting to talk to you, but i never found the right moment…” you admitted, playing with your fingers out of nervousness. 

mikey was about to say something, but he was cut off by the door opening behind you, your coworker coming back in from their lunch break. before either of them could say anything, you spoke, gesturing your coworker to come near you for a moment. 

“hey, do you think you could handle the rest? i don’t think there will be much people after this.” you started to lose hope when you saw their questioning expression. “please! just do me this favor once and i’ll do all the closings for the next month!” when your coworker agreed, you felt relief and excitement, turning back to mikey. 

“let’s go right now!! i know you didn’t eat your food, but my parents will probably tell me to get back to work if they notice i’m not working-oh!” you turned back to your coworker. “by the way, don’t tell my parents, okay? i’ll owe you one!!” 

you turned back to mikey, who was staring at you with wide eyes and his jaw hanging open. your heart pounded in anticipation, wondering if you were maybe going too fast. 

“i mean, uh, it doesn’t have to be-”

“let’s go!!” he interrupted, a sparkle in his eyes. “right now, before anyone notices!” he laughed, looking back to his friends with a thumbs-up. at the hand sign, his friends whooped with joy, all of them congratulating mikey from their table. 

“o-okay! let’s go!” you said, coming out from behind the counter. without a moment to spare, mikey grabbed your arm, looping it around his own as he rushed you to the exit of the store, escaping his friends' sudden questions as they tried to follow. 

“hey, are you good with motorbikes?” he suddenly asked.

“uh, i don’t know, i’ve never ridden on one?” mikey looked at you with a mischievous smile on his face, taking a helmet from one of the (many) motorbikes parked outside. he placed it on your head, sitting himself in the front seat of one of the motorbikes, patting the seat behind him. 

“you wanna try?” 

“uhh…” looking to the side, you noticed your parents behind the counter of the cafe, watching you in shock through the window. you panicked, immediately getting on the back of his motorbike, tightly gripping the edges of the seat. “okay! let’s get out of here!” 

the engine roared to life and mikey put his hands on the handles, revving the bike a bit before taking off, leaving the cafe in the dust. 

you were gonna be so dead when you got home.

[rock-n-macabre]

Stuck in Time: A Near Dark Drabble

This little drabble derives from a discussion I had with @riskybite based off of a post they had in regards to a HC for Severen.

WARNING: This does get very dark for content. I mean, it had to scar Severen to an extent.

Hope y'all enjoy!

x

Ever the observant one - also the one who gets shit for staring a bit too long - Severen finally settled into the chair to start up a game of poker with Jesse, Diamondback, and Homer. Caleb was off to the side with Mae as the group settled in for the rest of the night in the small motel room. Same old story - different night. It was like clockwork.

Shitbug - erm, Caleb - brought up the question to Jesse, asking how old he was. This garnered a snort from Severen. That boy was oblivious. Everyone pretty much had things about them, let it be their clothing, mannerisms or way they spoke, that reflected upon what era they were from.

"What about you, Severen?"

Everyone, except him.

Yeah, sure he had his mannerisms from the old west that if you knew a thing or two about lingo, you would pick up on. But his attire? It really wasn't reflective about the time of his actual date of turning.

Yet, he was still stuck in a time of death.

The moment he felt he truly died.

He didn't lose them once....but twice.

---

1887

The first time, when he was actually turned. It was unexpected when he was turned by Jesse. He thought for certain he would be left swinging then and there at the gallows. The last thing he saw before the drop was that of his lover's gaze. He thought that was a haunting image then...he wasn't prepared for the second time. The time he truly felt himself die.

See, after Jesse granted him the gift of immortality, he had a bit to learn. He had to learn how to control the hunger to an extent before he could even think about rejoining with his beloved. The reunion between the two happened, and it was like nothing ever changed. The only thing to have changed is his life - or lack thereof - so to speak. He felt a wave of calm hit when his beloved accepted who he was as well as becoming one with the lifestyle and was turned.

Over time, the others joined along. Jesse had came across Diamondback a few decades later, and then Homer was added to the clan as well.

They were one big, dysfunctional happy family.

Jesse had always warned him to be more mindful of his actions when he was caught up in the midst of feeding. He never faced any repercussions and didn't understand what Jesse was griping about.

But with many things Jesse had taught him; this was a lesson he was soon to learn the hard way.

"Babe....honey....c'mon....this really ain't funny....stop pullin' my leg..."

But there was no response.

There was no sign of them.

They were gone for a bit too long. He knew he shouldn't have let them go for too long.

He knew they were smart and wouldn't have gotten themselves in trouble...stay out of the sun, stay-

Then the sound of a truck speeding away and something hitting against the door feebly before everything went quiet.

Too quiet.

Wrapping a blanket to shield himself from the sun, he opened the door to find them there. Or what was left.

"No...fuck no....please....darlin'...."

They were too far gone.

He clutched the blanket from the ground and brought it in. The remnants of the accessories they wore, as well.

For once, no one knew what to say.

He didn't know what to say or feel.

The year was 1954.

It was then he truly died.

Ever since that day, he refused to get close to anyone again. He was forever stuck in the time that he lost the one true thing that saw through him and accepted him for who he was and wasn't. It was then whenever he saw a pickup truck with young'uns like shitbug in it, that would make him want to get revenge on the very type that made him a prisoner of time. It was because of that time that he vowed to keep the others safe - no matter the cost.

He was just simply surviving in what felt like an eternal groundhog day. He was living purely out of spite.

His severely mended attire was a reminder of how he was stuck forever in death. In his own hell.

Yet, the warmth comforted him and reminded him of the one thing he loved and the one thing he fought for.

The one time that he was truly happy, yet....that was taken away.

---

"Hold yer tongue, boy. 'Fore I cut it out fer ya." He snarled and slapped the cards down on the table.

"I fold."

This was uncommon for him because come hell or high water, he always was determined to win, even if he had to cheat to do so.

But there was one thing he couldn't cheat or bend to his will.

And that was time.

But, he could keep holding on to it the best way he could. He could make it so that way time was on his side...

Even if he was a prisoner of it.

[elainsgirl]

hi! i saw some EL/GA post saying that Elain and Azriel would never go behing the inner circle’s back and be in a secret relationship. Ta it doesn’t add up to either Elains or Azriel personalities, that it would be a coward thing to do. I don’t know if I agree or not. It makes sense, but at the same time I don’t know if I view it as cowardice. wanted to know your thoughts!

Also, totally non related to the matter above, how would u feel about a scene where elain cuts her hair in a dire situation (mulan style or sakura from naruto style)? I’m a sucker for scenes like this

Hey 🫶

I only see it as being cowardly if Az prolongs their “secret” relationship in fear of Rhysand whilst Elain wants to come out about it but no elriel I’ve come across plans elriels’ sneaking around era to be that long in the first place.

Its either:

Option 1. Elriel get together and some events happen -> they don’t have the time to tell the IC right away, something happens to either Elain or Azriel and the other goes mad trying to save them and their secret relationship is out.

Option 2. Again, elriel get together but its not the right time to come out with their relationship due to political stress and war looming ahead - alliances needing to be made etc, so elriel keep themselves private but one by one - usually Feyre or Nesta is first, everyone finds out. And thats another way their relationship can be revealed.

I’d actually argue its very fitting for the two characters who are best at secret keeping, usually private anyways and sneaky to have a secret relationship. Doesn’t seem out of character to me and anyone who understands the personality of these two characters would agree.

“behind the inner circles back” lets not be too dramatic now. 1) Nesta already knows Az likes Elain and will support their relationship in elriel’s book 2) Same applies for Feyre 3) Cass would be suprised and a little hurt at first at the idea that Az felt the need to hide such an important relationship but once he understood why Az did it - He’d be more then happy for his brother. As for Mor - I think whenever she finds out, she will be supportive.

Amren and Rhys seem to be the ones that won’t be “hurt” but more like angry that 1) Az went against Rhys and 2) they’ll lose an important alliance but thats when Elain will have her,

“I belong to no one and will not be used anymore” moment,

In the end, Why does Az have to go behind the ICs back in the first place? Bcs of the order Rhysand made and once that comes to light - everyone would understand Azriels pov.

I’ve seen elriels more focused on the buildup to Az deciding he loves Elain and will pursue her regardless of his Hl then the actual “secret relationship” itself. Which will probs last for a portion of the book depending on how the plot goes. Also I think the IC have more pressing matters after HOFAS then the love lives of Elain or Azriel.

erm, YES! I would love that scene and I think it would be such a beautiful symbolic moment for Elain, representing her freedom of choice and freeing herself from who her mother wanted her to be, the perfect little socialite adhering to every one of society’s little rules. I actually think such a scene can be possible for Sjm to write, it suits Elain so much.

manifesting that its in the Elain book Mass currently has sitting on her desk 🤞✨

[autistic-katara]

ok i might get blocked by a couple ppl for saying this but the Jackson’s Diary fandom is seriously making me wanna become a proshipper out of spite (read the post before blocking me or whatever please)

like idk if u guys have checked the fandom tag on ao3 recently but theres been a bit of drama surrounding the fact that someone posted a smut-fic of Exer (an 18yo) and David (an almost 18yo, who was aged up A FEW MONTHS for the fic) and they were harassed into taking it down and making a fucking apology post ON AO3, THE PROBLEMATIC FANWORKS WEBSITE.

and this fic was tagged 100% correctly like it was very explicitly tagged as smut n stuff yet there were still a bunch of comments being like “uhm what did i just read 🤨” and when i made a comment defending the authors right to yk, not be harassed for making not even rlly problematic content someone who clearly would suffer withdrawal symptoms if they turned twitter off for too long started arguing with me abt how “erm ackhtually we should be allowed to comment harassment under ppls harmless and explicitly tagged fics cause theres no smut in this fandom and it shocked us” and u could just rlly tell they felt they were more righteous than God in their opinions and yeah so cut to tonight when i’m scrolling through the tag and i see a post titled “i’m so sorry” in which the author made a post basically being like “i’m so sorry for posting that ik it was disgusting it has been permanently deleted” which in the comments a few ppl were telling them that what happened sucked n stuff (myself included // judging by their reply they only did this to stop the harassment which yk, completely fair) and i went back to scrolling since i wanted an actual fic not fandom drama but like 2 posts down there was another post titled “please stop” or smthn like that where someone else made a post basically being like “guyssss can we please not write smut of these characters this fandom is so wholesome i dont wanna ruin it 🥺 anyways sorry this isnt a fic this just needed to be said lol” and like dude, my guy, WHAT THE FUCK?!

this is AO3, this is a fanwork archive that as far as i know was created (at least partially) due to the fact that ppl kept getting their “problematic” works taken down from other sites and the creators wanted to yk archive all fanworks. this is NOT a social media site where u can make callout posts abt how what someone else posted disturbed ur pure wholesome chaste scrolling by daring to uploaded something with *gasp* consensual sex between 2 consenting adults?! (or canonically 1 consenting adult and 1 consenting gonna-be-an-adult-in-a-few-months-but-isnt-much-younger-than-the-first-guy but u get the idea)

like guys, ao3 is not twitter. it is not tiktok, it is not tumblr, its not youtube, its not even wattpad. it is not a social media platform, it is a fanwork archive, specifically one that lets u post whatever kinda content u want (yes, even smthn depicting 2 consenting adult/almost adult participates that are in no way related having sex, ik its crazy what they allow online these days).

and look honestly the callout post wouldn’tve annoyed me this much if it was posted on yk an actual social media. like if it was posted on twitter or tiktok or on youtube as a video essay or even on here, like sure if i saw it id be annoyed that this fandom cant handle the tiniest bit of non-puritanicalism and fuck, maybe if it was on here id even drag myself into a pointless days-long argument that causes me suicidal levels of stress but on archive of our fucking own itself?! for the millionth time, IT IS NOT A SOCIAL MEDIA! u dont make posts like that that u want the rest of the fandom to read or whatever on there because its not that kinda website!

anyways yeah i hope i explained the situation ok, u might be able to check it out urself if u feel like it and yeah idk this whole thing just kinda felt like a wake-up call for me like yes i find incest and pedophilia disgusting OBVIOUSLY and i dont like ppl romanticising it in fiction but idk i’ve seen ppl talk abt toxic antis before and show screenshots of conversations where theyve acted super shitty but idk seeing this all unfold in person and having to argue with these hardcore antis just- i dont wanna be associated with these ppl, if these are what alotta antis r like i dont want anyone to assume i agree with them like at all, whether its other antis, proshippers, or ppl like me who have a super complicated opinion on it. like they harassed a person into taking down their smut and made call-out posts on ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN abt how they dont want their wholesome pure fandom corrupted by gross dirty irredeemable sex. and just yeah hope no mutuals i seriously care abt unmoot or even block me over this since ik a few of u r antis but yeah srry for this i just kinda seriously hate this fandom right now :)

also incase anyone is typing out a “kill yourself pedo” reply/rb rn; i turn 15 on Friday, i am 2+ years younger than ur innocent bb minor boy David and his definitely not already a legal adult boyfriend Exer so yk

[captainportgasdace]

Hi!!

What is your opinion about the rumors of Xolo Mariduena being Ace? Do you think he would be a good fit? Do you like the idea? If not, is there someone else you would have in mind? I know Lucas Amorim is another popular actor people want as Ace. Honestly, I saw Lucas Amorims audition videos...and I feel so bad to say that I DO NOT see him as our Firefist....at all. I feel bad beucase it looks like he put in a ton of work, but he isnt Ace. With Xolo, when I first saw the fancasting awhile back I though *mmm...okay, I dont love it but its not the worst....* then he started growing on me. Then I got to the point where I heard ANOTHER rumor and at that point changed to *Okay you know what? If it is Xolo, I wouldnt be mad* which then became *WAIT, I would actually be really happy if it is him!* after seeing Inaki Godo visit the Cobra Kai set. I like how he approahced it earlier whn asked if he WOULD want to be part of One Piece. He said *I would love to, but at the same time, it has to be right. I have to audition, just like anybody else.* I think Xolo would be really good as Ace, but I want to know your opinion!!!!!! Also, I am so sorry, I have been kind of spamming your blog in the past day (first my song comments now this).

OMG First of all you aren’t spamming, it makes me very happy to see you popping on my blog 🥹❤️ NEVER EVER BE SHY OKAY?

For your question, I am actually VERY GLAD you asked me. First thing, I’m a huge fan of Cobra Kai and Miguel is my favorite character AND because of Miguel I became a big fan of Xolo Maridueña. When I first saw the rumours I was like OH. I love Xolo but I can’t imagine him as Ace? So I rewatched the seasons of Cobra Kai to focus only on Xolo’s performance and…you know what? I KIND OF STARTED TO IMAGINE IT AND LIKED IT? I was just smiling the whole time AHAHAHA massive fangirl yeah erm well, anyway!

And then, I saw Lucas and…something felt off about him to me? I don’t want to be mean like dude is trying but I just can’t imagine our baby Ace like that? 😭 ALSO, one thing I didn’t liked is during the actors strike, I heard that he was still pushing to get Ace’s role instead of supporting the actors and I was like umm…ACE WOULD NEVER 😤 And the more I was watching his posts I’m like dude stop…and then I went back to Xolo and I was smiling like an idiot imagining him as Ace AHAHAHA Like…I’m already a Xolo Maridueña fangirl and I already support his career (and stalk his instagram, yeah!) and all so…YEAH I think I would love Xolo as Ace! 🥹❤️

He can fight, he’s cute, he’s a great actor, I love his face (AHAHAHA) so yeah, he got my vote and support! AND I MEAN, my expectations for OPLA Ace are HELLA HIGH, I was always saying to my boyfriend: NOT A SINGLE HUMAN ON EARTH CAN BE HIM HE’S TOO PERFECT so if I would accept Xolo, please be honoured, Xolo 😂

And seeing the videos of him with Iñaki just made my heart melt down 😭❤️

[lololololchips]

forgot to add this on my last post buttttttttttttt we need to have a serious talk. (pretend i said this in a serious voice)

when i had posted the ask an anon had sent me asking if i was doing alright i really didn’t expect people to be mad at me for having been inactive for something that happened to me so i was VERY surprised to see anons in my inbox getting upset at me. i am very much not faking my surgery (idk why i would even do this😭😭😭) i am also not going to show proof that i am/was injured LMAOOOOOO #invasion_of_privacy #leave_me_alone

but if u must know this summer i fell and hit my knee on a bedside table causing me to dislocate my knee cap, i lowkey thought i could tug it out because that night i had a concert to attend but i very much did NOT tug it out. after this i really didn’t do anything to heal (?) my kneecap cause bro it’s just a kneecap cmon now HAHAHAHAHA *these were stars famous last words* a week or so after december started i was building a set for a musical my uni is doing (yes i am also a theater nerd go away) and while building i helped some of my crew members pick up a VERY heavy platform, my left knee (the one i got injured on) basically gave up dude i actually don’t even know all i know is that i fell to my knees and saw that my kneecap was dislocated/fractured AGAIN. i went to the er they told me “erm ur dumb erm ur gonna need surgery buddy yea” called my mom and she got mad at me and was like “sigh now i need to go all the way to Texas for this” she flew out that same night and basically i got surgery the next morning. the end.

SO YEAH HATERS I AM NOT LYING. this was very unexpected obviously but idk why some people think i’m lying and i also don’t know why they are just telling me to “write” buddy DO NOT. as easy as it seems coming up with a smau idea, crafting it out, picking out people, making profiles, making the texts, editing them, and posting them i can assure you it is NOT EASY AT ALL

so pls don’t come into my inbox telling me to just write becasue i’m injured, as much as i would love to write the smaus all in one day i also need rest because physical therapy is taking a toll on me. ANYWAYS MY YAP SESSION IS DONE NOW GO AND READ MY NEW SMAU GO GO GO GOOOOOOOOOOO

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Regarding your last post, i would honestly love to see a jealous jade >:'DD

Jade doesn't seem like the type to get jealous easily and can keep himself usually in control.

So, like, imagine Jade heard/saw Miss Raven giving Rollo a Tour (because her generous uncle asked her to do so). Jade would probably find the situation amusing at first and would probably if he had the chance to tease miss raven about it, before he noticed how much time the two would have to spend together (again, explaining/giving a tour takes time). He would act as if he isn’t jealous. Jade would greatly maintain his facade with a smile. Jade would be seething on the inside while glaring holes at Rollo while quietly following them and just happen to stumble upon them wherever they went (What a coincidence!)

Or he would grab Miss Raven (just like in the fanart) and pull her close to him while he would scoff and mock Rollo under his breath. Imagine Rollo and Jade glaring at each other while Miss Raven is in between them.

Once alone, Jade would probably use his crocodile tears, sigh dramatically, or fake a pitiful expression trying to Guilt trip or make Miss Raven feel bad. Saying stuff like how's she's "cheating" on him. 😔

Rest assured, Jade wouldn’t let this incident pass by just like that. Now that he has a "love rival" (besides Rook), he has to step up his advances towards Miss Raven. After all, he can't just let his precious "Prey" escape from his grasp. How amusing Fu fu fu fu.

What do you think...? 👀

[Referencing this post!; the “giving Rollo a tour” premise comes from this fic!]

Actually, I have to confess that Rollo has basically replaced Rook in my “top 3 TWST characters” list… OTL Superior fictional French man/j 😔 L*ona is in that top 3 ranking too—

EVERY TIME I THINK ABOUT JEALOUS JADE 💀 I think about what he said he’d do to anyone that betrays him (in book 4)… ngl hot I’m sure he’s patient and meticulous about plotting his revenge though it’s one of his many charm points💕

I’m going to go a little ham with the rot prompt so @w@ I’ll slap it under a cut—

J word just doing his thing, passing as a Normal Student on campus when suddenly he spots his usual target for bullying teasing walking around with a stranger (he knows all the NRC students’ information by heart :)) as part of his information broker duties in Octavinelle). Ah, this must be the representative from NBC—the headmaster was in a tizzy about finding a tour guide for him, according to Azul upon his return from last week’s dorm leader meeting. The poor sap assigned the task? Miss Raven. He chuckles to himself, wondering how she’s faring with it. Should he mess with her? He should, shouldn’t he?

So Jade goes over to introduce himself, shakes Rollo’s hand and everything. He immediately notices him going for the handkerchief, how Rollo masks his expression with it—Jade already knows there’s more to him than meets the eye. He then goes to greet Raven, who is frozen in shock. “Erm… good to see you as well…” she says, trying to stay polite in front of their guest. (“You’re acquainted?” Rollo asks, to which she hurriedly replies he’s a waiter at Azul’s eatery.) Raven’s quick to guide him away, insisting that they’re on a tight schedule (they’re not), just to put distance between them and Jade. A shame he can’t fluster her more, but he’s patient—he can wait. Jade wishes them well and waves… but he doesn’t fail to notice Rollo passing him a stern look before leaving. The feeling the mututal, Jade doesn’t trust him one bit.

As Rollo is being led away, he addresses his tour guide. “That man’s smile was quite the fantastical ruse”. (“Oh, he’s always like that,” Raven says dismissively. “Don’t mind him.”) He scoffs, then asks, “… What is he to you?” to which Raven bashfully changes the subject. This only earns a suspicious glare from Rollo, but he doesn’t press further.

There’s something very offputting about Rollo, Jade just doesn’t know what it is yet. Jade’s a curious merman, so he sets to following the duo investigating for himself. The mild discomfort, unfortunately, only seems to grow the more and more he witnesses of Rollo and Raven. With Jade, she’s always so snippy and defensive—but with Rollo, she’s more encouraging and cheery. More forgiving. Then he catches her holding Rollo’s hand (albeit just to stare at his shiny ring). Sharing her favorite stories. Admiring the flowers. Having lunch. Feeding the birds and singing to them. Such raw, unguarded moments. She’s wary of showing that side of herself to Jade, yet to so easily share it with Rollo… He feels something dark and ugly twisting inside of him. Jealousy.

Jade makes it a point to be petty by “accidentally” interrupting their moments together. They’re just coincidences, he insists. Happenstance. Certainly not well-coordinated efforts to drive a wedge between them. (Jade literally stands between Rollo and Raven, making sure to include Rollo in the conversation so it’s not obvious what his intentions are—to monopolize her attention.) After the third encounter though, Rollo calls Jade out on his bullshit farce (“You honestly believe I would be convinced these encounters are mere coincidences? I am no fool. You’ve been following us around, haven’t you?”), which leads into Jade’s whole fake crying schtick (“I would never do such a heinous thing!! Shikushiku… Rollo-san does not trust me. Such a cruelty toward your peers.”)…

dbsvsjsc)cayDRSt/2egabwkeju788!j THEN MAYBE LIKE. Jade is especially dramatic (because he wants to piss Rollo off) and like lays his head on Raven’s shoulder or in the crook of her neck and pretend-sobs, asking Raven to please comfort him in his time of distress… and Rollo, being a prude, gets all mad about it????? Calling it indecent behavior and how dare he engage in public cuddling— (meanwhile Raven is short circuiting over here—) “J-J-Jade-senpai, p-please remove yourself from me! Y-You’re… you’re too close!! And too big! And heavy!!” she squeals, trying to shove him off (to no avail).

“Ah, it seems Miss Raven too has chosen to reject me,” Jade laments. “Whatever shall I do…? Perhaps I will die of a broken heart and dissipate into mere sea foam.” (“S-Stop being overdramatic! You’re fine…” Again, she tries to pull away, and shoots Rollo an apologetic look. “I’m sorry about this, I didn’t mean for…”) And there it is again—jealousy, now pulsating and hot. A hand shoots out, seizing Raven by the arm and pulling her close to him again. Jade drops the facade, holding her chin in one hand while he regards Rollo with a cold smile. Rollo meets him with a glare. “At last, you show your true colors.”

“Alas, you’ve yet to reveal your own to me.” Jade’s eyes are half-lidded, bemused. “You wear that mask of civility quite well—I cannot help but fret for the safety and wellbeing of my poor, sweet Miss Raven when she is left alone with you.” (Rollo’s eyes narrow at that. “You’re of no real importance to her,” he scoffs. “What a swelled ego you must have to elevate yourself to a higher pedestal. You ought to humble yourself.”)

Rollo steps forward, as if ready to retrieve his tour guide and to be on his merry way with her. Jade’s eyes flash dangerously—but he returns his attention to his captured prey, sharp teeth and warm breath at her ear as a whisper slinks out. “Please permit me to borrow your lips, Miss Raven.” (“H-Huh…? What are you say… NMMMMMMPHGH?!”) And suddenly 🤡 bro’s aggressively kissing her right in front of Rollo, who’s standing there utterly shocked and appalled. She gasps and tears away to catch her breath, to give Jade a piece of her mind for giving her a fright—but here he comes again 💀 this time lightly peppering her face with kisses, (murmuring sweet affirmations inbetween), just to reaaaaaally drive the message home to Rollo.

Speaking of Rollo, he points a shaky finger at Jade and starts firing off ALL the bad words in his lexicon (harlot, degenerate, pervert, freak…!!). Jade smirks, considering it a victory to both unnerve Rollo as well as making it clear what his relationship with “the tour guide” really is. Unfortunately for Jade, Raven’s annoyed with him, beating her small fists against his chest and pouting. He laughs and ruffles her hair fondly in spite of her protests. There’s her shyness, her cute vulnerable side. All for him, none for Rolloz

I’m not sure where it would go from here honestly 💦 but!! I do think that once Jade leaves the scene and Rollo and Raven have a moment with just the two of them, Rollo calms down from his outrage. “That odious man stole a kiss without obtaining proper consent. He has harmed you.” The disdain in his words is palpable. What follows, however, is more uncertain—Rollo’s not very good at being comforting. “… Are you alright?“ “Y-Yes, I’m fine,” she stammers, though she’s still embarrassed knowing that he had been a witness to Jade’s… possessiveness. Without realizing it, Raven’s fingers drift to her mouth, where the ghost of an eel’s lips linger. Rollo’s eyes follow, and they heat with an intense, unknown emotion.

“… Come here,” he orders. (Raven does.) Rollo wets his handkerchief using water drawn from the courtyard’s well, then sponges her face off with it. You’d think he’d aggressively scrub her down to be thorough and to fully expunge the merman cooties but no—he’s surprisingly gentle. “There. I’m afraid that is the best I can do for now. You should wash your face well tonight to ensure you are clean and free of… him.”

“Earlier, I asked what that man is to you. From your reaction, I had suspected him a beau—but no self-respecting person would act so shamelessly, nor disregard the wishes of their partner. Alas, that is how mages are: wicked and selfish to their very cores.” Rollo sighs as he wrings his handkerchief. “… If you ever find yourself becoming frustrated with his behavior, you need only seek my counsel. While it’s true that you live among mages, it’s clear that they’ve poisoned your mind. Perhaps it is possible to dispel that miasma and to guide you on a more righteous path. Renounce Night Raven College and its teachings. Revert to your natural state, free of magic. Come to me.”

(I’m delusional)

OH BUT AS SoON AS RORO’S OUT OF THE piCTURe (ie back at NBC) YOU BET YOUR ASS J WoRD’S COMINGBACK 😭 Crocodile tears out on full display to guilt trip and to milk Miss Raven for her pity… “Shikushiku… Miss Raven, I believe I’ve said that you’ve gone and broken my heart. What will you do to compensate me for it, hmm? I do believe I am owed at least one date—no, make that two. After all, you did cheat on me with Rollo-san.” (“It wasn’t a date…! I had no choice but to serve as his guide!! Besides, it’s not a crime to spend time with other people.”) They settle back into their usual pattern of bickering, but every so often Jade will catch her scribbling away on stationary (who is it addressed to?) which reinvigorates his suspicions. Well, he supposes that Rollo can’t become too intimate with her since he’s all the way in the City of Flowers. However, Jade will remain cautious now that he’s aware of Rollo’s presence.

NOT J WORD BEING CLINGY POSt-ROLLO VISIT… Not like, being whiny but more like stepping it up with acts of service (like offering to walk her to and from class, brewing her tea, etc) 🤢 Gotta ensnare her heart while Rollo isn’t physically around… Bro’s probably also going to be checking with the mailman ghost to see if Raven’s continuing letter correspondence with Rollo… He’s going to sabotage their communication—

[riversidestudios]

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"Why do we bother to even ask— they're to quiet for us to hear anyways." Shadow glared at Gloopy.

"Well— they are our friend still!" Kinger spoke up,jst like the dream,he still had a bucket on his head. Shadow rolled his eyes and threw the bucket off of Kingers head.

"Huh?" Kinger looked like he went insane again instantly. "..are you okay uh..." Tilly thought for a moment. She did not remember Gloopy's fucking name. Did she? Gloopy knew what Tilly was going to say though,so they gave a thumbs up. Tilly smiled.

"We should probably report this adventure as done, right?" Noah asked the group.

HEY! YOU AREN'T GONNA LEAVE ME? ARE YOU?" The Gloink Queen asked angerly. "Yup! Have fun being killed...you disgusting thing—" Shadow laughed, morphing into the floor.

"...Well- how would we-" Tilly dumbfoundedly saw a staircase.*"God— [CAINE_CENSOR]-mnit!" She yelled annoyed,but it was interrupted by Noodle picking her up happily.

She rolled her eyes. "Well— we should probably get going now." Noah awkwardly laughed, going towards the staircase. Gloopy hesitantly followed. "Ooo I wonder if we'll get pie as an award!" Noodle happily told Tilly and Kinger...Tilly did not look happy.

"Hm...wonder where Caine is?" Kinger spoke, looking around. Immediately,Caine appeared. "HELLO MY SKIBIDI RIZZLERS!"

"DO NOT EVER SAY THAT AGAIN CAINE." Noah yelled,in shock that he'd say that. Tilly giggled at his reaction.

...and then Shadow and Tilly busted out laughing. "...what does that even mean?" Kinger asked, looking at Noodle. Noodle shrugged.

"... Caine the adventures done. Can we finally relax?" Noah facepalmed, sighing and looking at him. "Yes!" Caine gave a thumbs up,and clapped.

A table appeared,and so did Arty and Gamey. Unfortunately,they fell on their faces. "YOU COULD'VE WARNED US CAINE!" Gamey yelled, angerly standing up,but also helped Arty up.

Caine didn't listen,and disappeared. When he did,there was food on the table all of a sudden. Digital. Food.

"Well atleast the food's good. I'm starving." Shadow stretched, going to his seat.

"Erm actually we don't have the need to eat,Shadow. All we get from it is the sensation of eating,but even s—"

Kinger began,but got interrupted. "Shut up and eat already old man!" Tilly spoke,as Noodle set her on the table. "On it!" Kinger laughed, sitting on his own chair.

Arty stared at his food. Was this it? His personal hell? Why was it... actually really cool? Arty thought, forming a smile.

I don't ever...want to leave. Ever.

That's it! Tysm for reading this :) this is officially, Arty's 'first' day technically. I will be now posting different short stories of important,or non-immportant lore. Keep watch to stay tuned!

[vultursvolans]

hi ryu!! i hope you don’t mind me stopping by with a selfship ask about you and alhaitham :] i seen your lovely post in your pinned about your relationship being very much slow burn - friends to lovers - mutual pining!

but i was wondering when it was that you felt that switch between you both? when was the moment that you realised you wanted to be more than friends , was there a certain instance? ( for both you and alhaitham ) if you’re comfortable talking about it that is 💓 i hope you’re having a great day!

omg thank you so much stopping by, vana 🥺🤍 welcome welcome, i give you a cookie 🍪

sorry it’s taken me so long to answer. i changed my entire ryuhaitham lore very recently so coming up with new details takes a bit more brain power. it means a lot that you’re asking, i’m always okay with yapping about us !! p.s i may have yapped a little too hard so i wholeheartedly apologise for the length of this 😭

we came to terms with our feelings at completely different times—him first, and me much, much later. as you can probably guess, it was a slow snowball effect. one realisation led to another until suddenly, we were thinking about each other in ways that friends definitely don’t.

it all started because we ended up in the same darshan, which meant we’d occasionally study together. we know he’s a promoter of self learning/study and pretty much marches to the beat of his own drum so at first, it was mostly out of obligation. you know, me being “that girl who isn’t from teyvat” may have nudged alhaitham (aloof as he is) to lend a hand, especially since he’s a top student and the akademiya probably gave him some gentle encouragement to help the odd outsider. over time tho, what started as polite study sessions grew into an actual friendship!

for alhaitham, the shift happened when he stopped viewing me as just this anomaly and saw how different i was from his initial impression. being thrown into an unfamiliar world made me cautious and reserved, but his refusal to treat me like some tragedy made me feel more at ease. since i’m more talkative in one-on-one settings, my personality eventually started bleeding through—flaws and all. and once he realised i wasn’t quiet but actually dramatic, sassy, comical, and maybe a little weird, he found it… endearing. he had one of those, “i don’t have a type, but…” moments. the rest, as they say, is history.

for me? erm… i’m embarrassingly slow on the uptake. i didn’t realise my feelings until after we graduated. in my defence, getting isekai’d into another world kind of messes with your sense of permanence, so romance was low on my priority list. but then one day, it hit me—alhaitham had been showing his affection in his subtle, alhaitham-esque ways all along, and our moments together always felt just a little deeper than with anyone else.

this isn’t to say he was painfully pining for me the entire time. alhaitham’s approach to his feelings very matter-of-fact. he enjoyed my company and found me pleasant to be around. if i didn’t feel the same, it wasn’t going to ruin his life.

the chaos started once i realised i had a crush on him. you can imagine how that went. i couldn’t even look at him without overthinking everything, while he was just… blissfully unaware of my revelation and internal spiral. there were definitely signs over the years that something was brewing between us, but we’re the king and queen of brushing things off in the name of logic. so yeah, it was slow!!!! but when things finally clicked, i suppose it was worth every agonising, awkward moment 🙄🤍

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Face! I love the art I’ve seen from you so far, I’m still catching up with all your work but I just want to say that you are incredibly talented and also so wonderfully creative! I love the clever and fun ways you create gallavich art! You are so brilliant! Thank you for sharing your art with us! 💖💖💖💖

Hiii Calli!! omg thank you for telling me this!! this is so so important for me, you're always so inspiring and so kind😫!!

I actually said you're the longest person I've known in the fandom and I got secret crush on you in a former tag game. I decided to tag you later since you're kinda busy at the time, but guess the edited tag went wrong so I'm gonna say that again here: I know we haven't talked much but I really want to say thank you to you, it was your reblogs and feedbacks helped me overcome my extreme lack of confidence from the beginning🥹at the end of last year I literally stopped practicing art for awhile, because I felt so unsure about whether I should keep going or just give up (on art and talking to people) and get back to my comfort zone. then I saw your reblogs, and your posts, they're all so warm, so inspirational, so supportive and powerful, they encouraged me to give it another try. now looking back, I'm so so glad that I chose to continue, and I can't thank you enough!!🥹🥹 aaand I hope I can pass on the suppoiveveness to others, so I did my best to overcome my social phobia and low self-esteem, I tried to comment more often, I racked my brain to express my feelings more…… just like writing this answer, I'm typing slowly and reluctantly, there're maybe ton of typos and grammar errors here, but I'm still typing, it's better than nothing!!

erm sorry for a little too much babbling, mainly because I want to say all of this to you for a long long time. thank you again Calli🥰!! I really couldn't do this without you!! and I'm really really glad you enjoy my art, love you<3

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i once saw a post that went something like "if you're trans, you have to be an expert on biology, sociology, history, etc..." and i wish i still had it because it really pops up in my head all the time. i didn't understand shit before i understood transness. it helped me understand evolution and human biology. i understand what's happening in the world around me now. i understand why and how feminism is provably correct, why and how everything non-bigoted really is right. it's given me so many tools i can use to better understand the inner machinations of someone's mind (like as opposed to Patrick's on SpongeBob, which are an enigma) aka practicing the skill sometimes called logic and/or empathy. i understand words better, they use the shit out of syllables which i love and makes spelling make So much more sense. i wish a trans person taught me spelling and reading and English and everything instead of yelling at me and the class cis people who didn't care about or really understand the stuff they were teaching (how could they with the way it's set up though...). and hold on. i think "grammar nazi" is actually foreshadowing about this and it really makes sense with the general past of nazis and fascist. what better way to get the public to self-censor and not be able to come up with new ideas than to get everyone to think that the way they speak is set in stone, engraved by the government and corporations and their media? like yeah trust the experts that the earth is round and vaccines are good, but don't let some dipshit "erm actually" you out of being queer. keep talking about it. make 420 flags and words and terms and labels a day forever and never die for as long as possible please. keep the memes and comics and stories and such coming.

posts that most people won't understand even though it'd be really easy if they actually truly listened to trans people for even less than a week collection. i have been for a decade, i will demolish you with walls of texts until you give up. it's all i do on this account.

[beatlebrittle]

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lucid dreaming is a hoax 1.1

What a dreary day. The kind of day where time doesn't seem to flow, until you realize it's passed you by. But Lily loved days like this one. Days that went by too fast made living easier. It meant it'd all be over soon.

February 20th, just shortly after Lily's birthday. It was that day when she first saw her. She was doing her laundry, humming to her music while she cleaned the lint filter—then a flash of silky black hair as she turned her head too fast. Lily knew she was home alone, and she knew her hair wasn't black.

When her face was turned, that's when she felt it. The phantom touch of a kiss to her cheek and the faint sound of laughter.

God, was she really losing it? Hearing things? Seeing things? While her hallucination was running off, she caught another glimpse of her. Warm brown eyes that seemed to hold all the secrets of the world, a nose so rounded and soft it hardly looked functional, and lips chapped and spread in a grin. She could've stared at those lips all day.

Wait, no, that's silly. Surely, someone's lips aren't that notable of a feature on their face, they're just… The delicate skin immediately surrounding a mouth. Fuck, that ended up sounding way more sensual than just lips did.

Even amidst that split second blur, she couldn't forget the beauty mark under her eye that only drew her gaze more. For an apparition, she was so… Pleasant to look at. Great, the girl that used to dye her hair in the sink of the school restroom was going so insane she started envisioning there were actually cute girls that would want her. Did she imagine it? But you can't fake the touch of a kiss, the heat of a mouth, the slight wetness left behind.

No, it had to be real. But then what was the explanation? Someone broke in? It couldn't have been. No. Lily went about the house; testing all the locks, peering into each room as if a monster might lunge out at her from behind each door, even poking her head under the dining room table. She sighed in relief when all she found hiding was Salem, curled up into a loaf on top of a tote bag she had dragged down there.

Oh, Salem, her beloved feline. She didn't protest much when she scooped her up into her arms and cradled her close. The little darling even nuzzled her face against her owner's shoulder and started purring. Lily glanced around warily before sighing and cooing to the calico fur ball, "I think I'm losing my mind. I swear, there was a girl just now in the laundry room with me. And… And she kissed me!"

She pulled back to look at her sweet baby, and Salem only meowed and swished her fluffy tail. "Well, okay, maybe it was only on the cheek, but still. Oh, Salem… Do you think I'm going mad?" Her voice sounded almost pleading as she blathered on, "Maybe sleep deprivation is getting to me, I was debugging a site until 4. C'mon, let's get some food in your belly. We're both trying to gain weight, remember?"

But as she poured out the kibbles, her mind wandered… Back to her, and to her laugh, and to the twinkling in her eyes, and to the faint scent of her in the air, and to the crooked tooth peeking from behind her lips like a little fang—yaeba, as an online friend had once called it, what a fittingly cute word… Ugh, shit! She finally snapped out of it when she realized she had spilled water on her foot trying to refill Salem's bowl. Time to dry her feet and go to bed.

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this post was fueled by two stale donut holes and ramen lol

anyways as of writing i think i'm still recovering from being sick a couple days ago so i'm drinking an ungodly amount of pedialyte… mmmm it tastes like blue ( ⸝⸝๑﹃ ๑⸝⸝ )

i'm basically trying to write lily as if i just realized yesterday "woah dude i think i like girls!" but it's kinda hard because i've known since i was like… TEN [i'm for serious btw i was such a badass baby dyke i had my first gf and everything] so my apolocheese if she isn't written very realistically in that regard

so erm… update; i'll try to do daily posts as frequently as possible but as we all saw from the lack of uploads i'm too sensitive and will more than likely take lots of tiny breaks if something upsets me because STRESS MAKES YOU SICK!! [and unfortunately i'm brown and queer in america] 。°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°。

extra update: cinnamoroll cloud land has been released. i'm SO FUCKING OBSESSED.