#i tried clicking on the one cool trick to learn the one cool trick and now I feel so embarrassed Im ready to jump in the grave.

[lucysarah-c]

Levi's horrible flirting skills part 6.

Masterlist link to all the previous parts.

“I simply do not understand… we were talking so well and all of a sudden—!”

“You called her stupid.”

“And naive,” Hange added after Erwin, almost tired, while taking a messy sip from his tea, not bothering to raise his head properly.

Levi clicked his tongue, running a hand through his hair and almost tugging at it out of frustration. “I was just trying to tell her I was worried about her!”

“You’ve a very peculiar way of expressing your concerns,” Erwin remarked, raising one thick eyebrow at his friend's illogical actions. Unlike Hange, he raised his cup to his lips with elegant, measured movements.

“UGH!” Levi bent over the table where they should have been having a tactical meeting, but instead were having a catch-up moment as friends. His forehead hit the polished wood covered with glass, and he scoffed against the surface in frustration, fogging it up.

“You should have known,” Erwin said softly, shaking his head with closed eyes as if the outcome was easily predicted, like a palm reader foretelling your life. “When a woman asks you to repeat something, it’s not because she hasn’t heard you. It’s because she wants to see if you have the guts to say it to her face. That’s the precise moment you should buckle up, fold the imaginary paper where you wrote your speech, smile, and say, ‘nothing, honey.’”

Hange frowned deeply, even curling her lip in disdain. “Since when are you such an expert on how to keep a woman?”

The blond put down his tea and looked at the squad leader, almost offended. “Excuse me, I had a very long relationship with Marie before we broke up. I learned a trick or two.”

“Whatever, I fucked up and it’s all wasted now,” Levi said woebegone, his cheek resting on the surface and his eyes looking to the side, completely bereaved. He couldn’t complete a single sentence without clicking his tongue or sighing in resignation.

“Oi! Come on, shorty! You just have to go and apologise. Don’t be such a coward,” Hange tried to raise her friend’s spirits.

“Yeah… but give her a couple of days. Let her cool down a little bit,” Erwin added, fearing that Hange’s enthusiasm might cause Levi to make another mistake.

But perhaps waiting a couple of days became weeks. Between work and each time he tried to lock eyes with her, she either completely ignored his presence or didn’t seem particularly happy.

While it was still freezing cold, certain trees began to bud, and the sun warmed more than usual on some days. Early one morning, he saw her again, walking on the front sidewalk with five friends, each holding something from a nearby pastry shop. Her face had the softness and lethargic appearance of someone who had just woken up.

Clenching his teeth and with hopeful eyes, his body naturally straightened from his slouched position against a wall. He thought of taking one hand out of his pocket and waving at her casually, worried, and timid as he was that time on the boat.

“Good morning, Captain,” three youthful cadets passed by and bumped into him with suspicious dorkiness. Their rosy cheeks and shining eyes made Levi slightly uncomfortable.

He hadn’t even noticed them, and the loss of focus on his main objective made him turn back frantically to where he was looking. She was already gone.

“Morning,” he replied disinterestedly to the girls who still wore their training ground jackets with swords on their backs. Levi returned to his slouched position, head down. He quickly heard the little girls giggle enthusiastically, muttering among themselves as they hurried away, thinking they were far enough for him not to notice.

“Did you see how he looked at me?” one whispered. Levi grimaced uneasily; he knew better than anyone that at their age, having silly little crushes on higher-ups was normal. ‘What are you, 13? You should be worried if I looked at you like that.’

He sighed loudly. ‘What would it take for you to look at me like that?’

Not that he daydreamed of her being like them, but he wished for the enthusiasm. Sparkling eyes, rosy cheeks, nervous chuckles, and rushed steps to tell a friend.

‘I can’t just keep spying on you from afar like a creep. I’ve run out of innocent excuses to pass by your workplace.’

“Well, it’s decided. On the 2nd of March, we leave again,” Erwin announced as he exited the building with signed papers.

‘I don’t want to die without having at least something with you.’

Such a simple thought. For a split second, which lasted days, he wondered if it was a sort of fetish he hadn’t added to his list. But as another nurse, with the same uniform and the same soft touch, stitched up a cut he got when he came back and looked up at him from his left side, he felt nothing.

It reminded him so much of when she had tricked him into getting a vaccine, but it had no power over him. With her, it was like he couldn’t get her face closer without fighting the overwhelming need to grab it and kiss her.

‘Once again, do I really need to tell you that I’m dying to have a single silly chance with you?’

Something that feels utterly humiliating, like apologizing or confessing, really fades into oblivion when you’re visiting cadets half your age who are either dying or won’t be able to live a standard life after walking beside you to near-certain death. Levi looked at his soldiers in immaculate rooms and whitish beds, their bodies and faces blending into the sheets as they were covered in bandages the same shade as the rest of the room.

“Did I do good, Captain?”

Levi’s eyes opened slightly wider as he came back from his mental storm. “Yes, you did great, soldier. Your sacrifice won’t be in vain.”

He wondered, only sometimes, if his words really held any real power. But they always muffled cries of relief and pain.

‘I’m being a fucking coward, that’s what I am.’

As the family members arrived in the room or fell asleep, Levi left. ‘Even a kick in the ass pushes you forward.’

He took secure steps down the halls. It was very late, and there was no security that she might be in the staff area. Or perhaps there was; he had learned which days she was on duty. Was it a bit on the stalker side? Perhaps. But Levi took pride in knowing her and wished to know much more.

It was stupid, but he held on to that information. Sometimes he was miles away in his office doing paperwork late at night, looked up at the clock on the wall, noticed the time, and something clicked in his mind. He would check the calendar and worry. The huge hospital, empty corridors, or long hours of staying up helping women in labor or taking care of the ill. Perhaps returning home when the sun hadn’t completely risen yet. He was miles away, but he worried.

‘I just need to know… I need to know if she’s alright, if she’s safe.’

That had been the reason for this whole issue, but this time he was confident in solving it or at least trying to.

He pushed open the door to the staff area. The room was freezing, either because it was in the basement or because the heating budget was spent on the patients. He froze momentarily when her pitched scream and little jump echoed in the room.

“DEAR Shenna! You scared me!” she exclaimed, raising one hand to her chest to calm her heart and sighing loudly. She had a cardigan over her uniform and rubbed her arms to keep warm.

Her body was next to the stove where she was warming up a kettle, her frown haunting him across the room. She said nothing, only scoffed and kept silent.

‘This seemed ten times easier in my mind five seconds ago.’

He pushed the door closed with his body, giving serious thought to the words he was going to use.

“Look, I didn’t mean to insult you. That was just me bitching,” Levi said, raising a white flag in the mental no man’s land they held. It earned him a sidelong glance, but her body language showed she hadn’t completely given in. “Tch, what I am trying to say,” he scratched the back of his head, feeling the sensation of his undercut beneath his fingertips, “You’re not stupid, but you’re too nice, and assholes like him abuse that.”

This time she turned to him slightly, still folding her arms to hold in the warmth, looking tired. “I’m not naive. I know my boss can’t keep his hands to himself,” her voice was hushed, either because it was late or because she seemed exhausted. “But not all of us are Humanity’s strongest, held in such high esteem by the military. I could lose my job. He could make my life a living nightmare. Plus, I prefer he bothers me rather than the new girls who are too young and too impressionable. No, Captain, I’m not stupid.”

Levi wondered if his admiration was as palpable in his features as he felt it. ‘I’m not stupid,’ his mind repeated. ‘Yeah, you’re right. The stupid one is me.’

A young woman who held her own, whom he met having fun with her friends at a party, all of them keeping each other safe, who lived on her own. She wouldn’t have survived the Capital if she was stupid. Levi knew firsthand how those environments shaped you: either you blend with them or you break.

She sighed once again, “The last thing I need this week is to argue with you.”

It made him want to ask what else had happened, but he didn’t want to push his luck. Instead, he rose from his slouched position against the door, walked to the countertops next to her, and rested there.

“It’s fucking freezing here,” he said, hoping the little shaky fire from the stove would warm the air more.

“Yeah… I can’t feel my feet,” she replied. “You look good, though.” This time, she managed a side smile, perhaps too tired to smile fully.

Levi quickly assumed she was referring to his recent return. “Yeah, it was a shitty mess of an expedition, though.”

She hummed. “I heard. A lot of rain, I’m sorry.”

Levi shook his head, dismissing her apology as she held no responsibility. “Tch… about your boss, someone should put him in his place.”

Her eyes rolled as she chuckled. “Who is going to do it? The MPs who go to men-only parties with him?” she joked, though her words carried no humour.

Levi, unable to stop looking at her face, said, “I could cut his balls off for a modest price.”

She giggled, tilting her head to the side and biting her bottom lip to suppress her chuckles. But he felt his chest warm up. ‘Holy shit,’ he thought, feeling pride at making her laugh genuinely for the first time. ‘I wish I knew another fucking joke to pull off.’

“You’ll go to jail if you do that,” she replied, entertained. As the conversation flowed easily, her sleepiness slipped away. “You’ll go to jail, and Erwin will kill me for losing his best soldier.”

“No, I’m the stupid military board’s favourite, didn’t you say that? They’re too scared because I’m the only one who could kill the titans if they break another wall. I’ll just pull off a shitty excuse,” he replied, bending slightly forward and closing the space between them.

“And your excuse, Captain?”

The way his title rolled off her tongue, it was just not holy what it created in his system.

“He’s fucking tall… maybe I confused him with a weird titan who has balls… or should I say had?”

This time she laughed, the corners of her eyes crinkling as she showed her teeth. She tried to cover it with her left hand, and Levi was tempted to hold it down so he could still see her laugh.

The little slap of her hand against his arm caught him off guard. It didn’t hurt, but the proximity surprised him. “Stop it, you’re going to get me punished. This is a hospital; we should keep quiet,” she whispered.

She was so close, both bending forward. ‘Maybe I should just fucking go for it. Go big or go home,’ he thought. But she straightened up, pushing the sleeve of her cardigan further into her hand to use it to grab the kettle that was already whistling.

Back to being slouched against the countertop, he lost his chance. Hands in pockets, he couldn’t help but watch her as she walked to the cup with the tea ready for her to pour the water.

“You want one?” she asked, and Levi tried to hide the fact that he was mesmerised by the way her hips moved in the skirt. He just nodded. “So, what’s your modest price, Captain?”

“Huh?” The question confused him, as his mind couldn’t think of two things at once. He tried to remember his own words while thinking that she had the best ass inside the walls. Men’s brains have limitations.

“You said,” she began, pulling another cup out of the cupboard and filling it with water, “that you would do it for a modest price. What’s your modest price?”

His brain was still recovering from seeing her laugh next to him about a joke he made, the cute little swing of her uniform as she walked, her cheeky smile as she looked at him. It was hard to come back from that and reply as he usually would. No actual thoughts, no consequences.

“You going out on a date with me.”

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Ghost trick spoiler thoughts I had while working on my most recent drawing

GT:PD SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT

Thinking about the process of Yomiel learning how to control his body again. I mean, when he took his body back from the morgue in-game, he got up and walked out pretty naturally. But what if it didn’t go so smoothly? He’s spiritually puppeting his own corpse around, and it’s probably a very different experience.

There’s a lot of bodily functions that we don’t necessarily *think* about; blinking, breathing, walking, etc.

So essentially what I’m picturing is Yomiel’s detachment from his body resulting in him being really uncanny (at least at first)

He zombie-walks at first, having to remember to keep his torso upright while manually moving one foot in front of the other. Even as he gets better at it, there’s still a stilted nature to his steps; never able to keep a steady walking rhythm.

Regaining his voice was the trickiest part. He had to learn what shapes to manipulate his throat and larynx into to formulate each sound. I feel like he’d sound like something out of the Mandela Catalogue, or similar horror content where an inhuman thing tries to mimic human voices. Once again, he gets better with practice, but there’s still something…off about him.

He never blinks, and why would he? He’s got the sunglasses on, so there’s no need to put in the effort. He never breathes, which most people don’t really notice unless they’re paying attention.

There’s a video game called Who’s Lila? that I heard about recently from a Jacob Geller video. In that game, you physically click and drag your characters facial features to form expressions, often to unsettling effect. I imagine it’s a similar process for Yomiel’s face. And without the ability to feel pain or damage his body, I can only imagine what expressions he could contort his face into without those limitations.

I like Yomiel as the cool, calculated, menacing presence that he is, but I also think the concept of what he is lends itself to the potential for uncanny imagery.

ANYHOOT; I just think it’s a cool concept to think about. Plus, there’s the added tragedy of his own body becoming such a foreign object to him, having to relearn things that were once second nature, and still not quite attaining a convincing visage of humanity. More traumatic experiences for Yomiel, why not.

If you read all that, thanks! And I’d love to hear any thoughts y’all have on the concept.

[vintagegeekculture]

“Ultraman Leo” (1974) is an Ultraman series that is notable in that it was deeply influenced by one of the biggest forces in pop culture at the time: the rise of the Kung Fu movie. It was, after all, only a year before that Bruce Lee’s “Enter the Dragon” came out. In addition to Bruce, there was another name was associated with action and karate fighting in Japan and elsewhere hugely influential on the show: Sonny Chiba, who had already made two of his best movies, the Executioner and Street Fighter by the time of this series. As a result, it is the first Ultraman series to be a martial arts series, very much like i the style of Kung Fu films of the 70s. 

Ultraman Leo is certainly the first and only Ultraman thus far to bust out nunchaku (a weapon that was mostly unknown prior to Bruce Lee making them famous). 

Here’s the plot of every episode. Ultraman Leo finds a monster, and it uses a strange, complex move or special technique that absolutely defeats and floors Ultraman Leo. Ultraman Leo realizes he has to find some martial move to counter this technique and answer it, so he trains intensively with his Kung Fu teacher, over and over and over, persisting until he sweats blood. And, in a moment familiar to anyone who has ever tried skateboarding, and spent two weeks doing one trick over and over and failing for days and days and days....after a bit, it “clicks,” there is a “eureka” moment, and he can pull the move off. In other words, the series is about the training and the learning experience: the ways someone learns, as all good Martial Arts stories are, as opposed to merely the fighting by itself. It’s significant that our hero is only able to defeat a villain not just by mastering a karate move, but by internalizing some value of the martial arts. The real victory is achieved by this moment of self-mastery, and the finale is almost a formality at this point: Ultraman Leo uses the special technique he spent the episode mastering to defeat the monster. Like Spider-Man, Ultraman Leo only wins on the rebound. 

You see, Ultraman Leo is the first Ultraman thus far to not actually be a “true” Ultraman assigned to earth from the Planet of Light.  He’s a young guy (the youngest looking Ultraman thus far, significantly) from the Constellation Leo who is still learning how to fight monsters, and his status as an Ultra is a courtesy and not official. His youth is a part of who he is, it means he’s got a lot to learn. So for that reason, the second major person in the cast is Dan Moroboshi, Ultraseven himself. Robbed of his Ultraseven powers by an injury, he devotes himself to showing this non-ultra-kid the ropes, how to pull off the sleek move and cool technique that wins the day. In other words, Ultraseven is the new kid’s Kung Fu master, stern, emotionally distant, and authoritarian, but kindly and fatherly when he lets the mask crack a little. This is the first time a previous Ultraman was a permanent member of the cast of a later show. And it’s no coincidence it’s Ultraseven, who even in the 70s, had a reputation as being the best of the Ultraman shows, and certainly the one with the most credibility. Who else but Ultraseven, then, to serve the role of Kung Fu Master, ? 

It’s kind of stunning how any major screencap of training from this series looks like it’s from a Chiba-style action series (like his excellent Shadow Warrior), instead of a show about a superhero wrestling rubber dinosaurs. It looks like a martial arts action series because it is one.

Ultraman had always had some martial arts in its DNA from the beginning. He is, after all, best known for a trademark cross-arm karate stance (one that you probably have done yourself and will probably do right after reading this, now that I’ve put the idea into your head). The first actor to ever portray him in the silver suit, way back in 1967, was a well known Judoka, and for that reason, Ultraman fought differently from every other superhero, with judo over shoulder throws and ground grapples. Nevertheless, Ultraman Leo is unique for being entirely a martial arts series centered on training and self-mastery, and it doesn’t often get credit for this. 

Ultraman Leo, like nearly all the Ultraman shows, is on Tubi for streaming. 

[narwhal-butterfly]

Okay so the Christmas before covid hit my aunt got me the Nimona graphic novel and I loved it I still love it and when I tell you I squealed when I saw Netflix was making a movie, I squealed like I squealed, I was/am very excited

(Not part of this movie but I love that this movie is how I learned that the author of Nimona, one of the creators of Steven Universe, and the creator of She-ra(all of which I love) is trans, well looks like I'm going to go cover up their deadname on my book when I go back to my mom's house lol)

So y'all are getting my live reactions

(spoilers under cut off)

I have only watched 4 minutes into this movie and just EEEEEEEEE like they gave Ballister the biggest sad cat eyes you ever did see and he and Ambrosius are so gay and aasssahhhhhhhhfggggggdybeufbeusl

Okay I hate all of the knight (except Ballister and Ambrosius)

"You think I'm her favorite?" Yes ofc you are, you sweet little sad cat man

Eeeeeeee Ballister and Ambrosius are so fucking cute(this is probably gonna be 90% of this post lol)(edit: I was wrong)

Awww they're all cheering for him ❤❤❤❤ "Let a new era of heros begin with you" awwwww

OH FUCK SAD CAT MAN JUST KILLED THE FUCKING QUEEN WTF WTF WTF

OH SHIT AMBROSUIS JUST FUCKING CUT HIS ARM OFF WTF

OH SHIT WTF IS HAPPENING IT WAS SO HAPPY AND GAY AND CUTE

EEEEE NIMONA MY BELOVED BABY

Ooooh cool robot arm

EEEE baby has found one of her gay dads YIPPIE

"Sick arm. Did it bleed a lot? Did they let you keep the old one?" I love her, she is so fucking weird/pos

"-Then we rise like a firy phoenix from the ashes ro overthrow the government!" YESSSS down with the government!!!!

"This guy looks extremely punchable." "You're right. He is actually punchable." father and gender-fluid child bonding<3

They took his arm >:(

Aww he's going sad little cat mode;-;

Oh no Ambrosius thinks Ballister really killed the Queen ;-;

Baby is shape-shifting and I love her

Ballister sliding in on his face well Nimona is doing all of these cool tricks is the best thing ever

Nimona making her dad breakfast tacos and being unintentionally loud in the kitchen is just adorable and really shows how much of a kid she actually is

She tried to clean up the house well he was asleep awww(well more accurately she tried to make the house more of an evil lair but it's still cute)

"You're a mo-" "what? Marsupial? Mariachi? 🤌Meatball?🤌" I love her

Uh oh baby's got ✨️trauma✨️

"Why are you helping me?" Oh okay then;-; "Because I'm bored." Bullshit "And everybody hates you too." Oh ;_;

"But I'm not a girl. I'm a shark. *teeth click(×2)*" same

Ballister is such a tired dad

Ballister is such a tired dad (but now at a train station)

"He hates freestyle jazz." Pffff but also Awww

Ambrosius hair smells like lavender, alrighty then, but why are you smelling his hair Todd? that's a little fruity/hj

Uh oh the Director knows Nimona

The cereal ad is adorable lmao

"I just think it'd be easier if you were a girl." "Easier to be a girl? You're hilarious." I mean she's not wrong

Ooooh we're getting her backstory!!!! Oh nvm lmao, I love her lol

"And now, you're a boy." " I am today." Mood

Nimona attacking the Squire well Ballister's trying not to get caught as some lady's trying to sell him a car is just beautiful

He is so her dad and I love it

She's so trans and I love her

"Who would protect Todd?" No one, Todd sucks

OH MY GODS, IT WAS THE DIRECTOR WHAT THE HELL????

"Arm-chopping is not a love language!" Nimona I get that you are trying to protect your dad from an unhealthy relationship but in this case it is

Ambrosius no! babyboy do not talk to The Director, she is literally the problem!!!!

"The man I love,-" oh ;-;

Oh my gods, he's jealous of Nimona, no sweetheart, she is not your replacement, she is your new child

Uh oh babyboy's having a breakdown internally

Nimona defending Ballister is so cute

Also the director calling Nimona a 'miscreant, whispering in his ear' as she whispers into Ambrosius' ear is just 😗🤌*chef's kiss*

"It doesn't matter. You shouldn't need proof. You know I'm not a murderer." why must you hurt me like this? I just wanted to watch a movie ;-;

The lovers are fighting and Ballister defending Nimona and that's adorable but also heartbreaking

Nooooo, not the babies(Ballister and Nimona)

Oh my gods she turned into the fucking dragon from the cereal ad

Oh sweetheart, you're not a monster ;-;

"I don't what's scarier the fact that everyone in this kingdom wants to run a sword through my heart... or that sometimes, I just wanna let 'em." oh sweetie :(

Her dad is taking her away to somewhere better I'm crying oh my gods ;-;

YESSSSS AMBROSIUS STAND UP FOR YOUR BOY

Ma'am I don't give a fuck about your nightmares

Oh my gods she just stabbed him what the fuck, you bitch

Thank the gods it was just Nimona acting lmao but yes show the kingdom!!!

Oh my gods they're playing Monopoly I love them she is so his kid and he is so her dad

He sees to her reaction to him being freaked out about her breathing fire and then calls it 'metal' I just- I- eeeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhh ;-;

Awwww they're dancing and she's a shark for some reason lol

Aww they're watching scary movies

Oh no baby's having a nightmare :(

"You're safe." Awww "we're home." AWWWWW ;-;/pos

Aww Ballister and Ambrosius are going on a nachos date

Awww Ambrosius believes him

Nimona did not set him up sir, the Director is lying to you, Nimona is a sweet and innocent baby who has done no wrong, well actually she's done a lot of wrong but I don't care she's a sweet innocent baby

Ambrosius ily but do not make him choose between you and his child

Uh oh, what's Todd doing?

Sir, no that is your child, stop yelling at her please;-;

Oh fuck it's Todd

Oh my gods are we getting Nimona's backstory? oh my gods we're getting baby's backstory

Awww her and Gloreth were friends <333

Awwwww she had a crush on Gloreth

Uh oh the other people are scared of her

Oh nooo, oh baby ;-;

Uh ooh

UH OH, baby went Godzilla mode

Oh no she's hurt :(

Anndddd Ambrosius is finally getting how fuck this is

Oh baby :(

"I don't what scarier the fact that everyone in this kingdom wants to run a sword through my heart... or that sometimes, I just wanna let 'em." Oh honey noo :(( ;-;

Oh thanks the gods, her dad stopped her

"I see you, Nimona. And you're not alone." Ooooooh eeeeeeeehh ;-;

YEESSSS BABY'S SAVING THE CITY!!!!

OH FUCK IS SHE OKAY?

OH FUCK HER DAD'S MAKING THE SAD LITTLE CAT EYES AGAIN

Oh, okay, I'm crying now

Oh I'm not okay

Oh my gods, oh my gods oh my gods, she's (maybe(hopefully)) okay

AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH SHE'S OKAY!!!! THANK FUCK

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A Mari/Griffe remix of Partners in Clown by @miabrown007

And with that, my participation in the @mlsquaredance 2023 event comes to an end! This is my final remix! Thank you again @ladyofthenoodle for organizing and for encouraging this little brain worm. Thank you @wield-the-mighty-pen for beta reading!

And without further ado, enjoy some angsty teens flirting badly.

Read below or read on Ao3.

Adrien leaned towards his reflection and tilted his head to get a better look at his neck and jawline, the way a young man might search for a sign of his beard growing in. Instead, jagged lines like lightning spread out of his chest and climbed up his throat. He had grown used to the sharp black lines and had taken to wearing turtlenecks to hide them, but the claw-like cracks that spread out onto his cheek were new. He thought it all looked rather cool. He certainly wasn’t scared of what it might mean, not in the least.

But Adrien was a liar, especially to himself.

He poked curiously at the black wound centered over his heart. A sharp ache pulsed in time with his heartbeat. The pain, however, wasn’t the thing he was concerned about. Adrien reached for his bottle of concealer.

He finished hiding the marks on his jaw and cheeks then smeared foundation and matte powder over his marred face. He was putting the finishing touches on his heavy eye makeup when he heard his bedroom door open.

Of course his father didn’t knock. Gabriel never knocked.

“Adrien!”

Adrien immediately thrust his shoulder against the bathroom door. Had he been dressed, he might have kept Gabriel out just to be a nuisance, but he certainly didn’t want his father to see him like this.

“Adrien, open this door.”

Gabriel tried to yank the door open, but Adrien held it closed firmly from the inside. His father gave up, as he always did, with a heavy sigh.

“I only wanted to remind you to stay in your room tonight. It’s for your own safety.”

Gabriel had already texted him this—twice—but Adrien hadn’t replied to the texts, and he didn’t bother to reply now. He could lie easily and promise to stay inside. It wasn’t the lie Adrien had a problem with; it was the talking to his father that he took issue with.

Adrien hadn’t exchanged more than three words with Gabriel since his mother’s funeral. Not since Adrien had dared to stand at his mother’s coffin and say, “But couldn’t the Supreme—” and Gabriel had cut him off with, “Don’t speak.”

So Adrien had stopped. What was there to say, anyway? The only thing Gabriel ever wanted to hear was, “Yes, Father.”

Gabriel tried to pull the door open one more time, but Adrien kept it firmly closed.

“Just stay in here tonight, please,” Gabriel finally said with a sigh weighted with defeat.

Adrien listened to his father’s footsteps fall away and waited until he heard the familiar click of his bedroom door’s deadbolt, sealing him inside.

Adrien used a hand towel to cover his face as he pulled the turtleneck over his head, an old trick he’d learned on set—not that he was ever on set these days. Once upon a time, he and his mother had frequently visited the shooting locations for Gabriel’s designs. His mother had even modeled once or twice, and Adrien had been allowed to attend shoots with her. Even though he had never been allowed to model himself, he had enjoyed watching his mother work. Now, Adrien was lucky if he was allowed into his own dining room.

He double-checked his appearance to confirm that any sign of the cracks in his skin had been covered and that the edges of his eyeliner were as crisp as when he had applied it. He thought about fixing his hair, but that didn’t matter too much. No one was going to see it.

Adrien was going out, but not as Adrien.

Gabriel had a good reason to keep Adrien locked in his room tonight. There would be people visiting, people whom Adrien was not supposed to know. The fashion designer and recluse, Gabriel Agreste, was hosting a competition to find his next new designer and his next season’s iconic model. Designs and headshots had been submitted, and tonight, Gabriel was supposed to announce the winners.

There were always concerns that something celebratory might spark Hesperia’s interest, so the Supreme had asked Griffe Noire to crash the event in order to keep the chaos and tension high. And, if possible, chase any purple butterflies back into their holes.

That was fine with Adrien. He probably would have done it anyway.

When Griffe Noire arrived at the event—it was merely a leap out window with the loose catch and a short slink across the lighting rig strung up over the stage in the Agreste Manor garden—he found that there was already plenty of tension and chaos present. He could practically taste it in the air.

Modeling culture’s competitive nature didn’t exactly induce a pleasant, warm atmosphere. Still, there was plenty of room for him to cause trouble.

The miraculous themselves were supposed to be secret, so he kept his destructions small: crumbling the leg of a chair so that when someone sat down, it collapsed beneath them; brushing his Cataclysm against a portrait wall of the model contestants, leaving their faces half-eaten with rot; catching his claws against a blazer; plucking a hole in an elbow or waistline. His chest burned with each tiny Cataclysm, but he didn’t mind. If anything, it made him feel alive in a way few other things did.

As he approached the food table, wondering just how many gowns he could manage to stain with a single bowl of punch, the sight of a girl with a familiar pink streak in her bangs stopped him in his tracks. Though her dark hair was pulled up into a bun instead of tied back in her usual pigtails, her makeup was still just as heavy. For the event, her smudged eyeshadow flared with bright pink and blue. Her dress was black, but the tulle over her skirt was a vibrant pink, and roses of fuschia sequins spiraled over the black bodice. The square neckline fell on top of a dense black mesh that climbed her throat and covered her arms. Griffe Noir’s insides did a full somersault, and he practically skidded to a stop.

He didn’t know her name, didn’t know how to get her attention, but he knew he had to talk to her. He might not have another chance. Every other time he had seen her had merely been an opportunity to stare at her, him sealed away in his car and her encased in her bakery.

He plucked a cupcake from the stand and proffered it to her with a low purr. “A sweet treat for the purr-incess?”

Her shoulders drew up tight as she turned to look at him and, before she even quite saw him, she smacked the cupcake from his hand. Her blue eyes stared at him with a combination of fury and disdain, a look he was fairly familiar with on his partner. He didn’t like seeing it on this baker anymore than he enjoyed it on Toxinelle.

“What are you doing here?” she asked in a tight voice.

It was the first time he had ever heard her speak. He wondered if she always sounded so nervous.

“Making trouble,” he grinned and reached for another cupcake. “Are these yours?” As he peeled off the paper and took a bite, the lavender frosting smeared across his nose.

“I don’t own the cupcake table, you stupid cat,” she grumbled and folded her arms over her chest.

“You didn’t make these?” He swallowed the last of the cupcake and reached for another.

“No. And I don’t even think you’re supposed to eat them.”

“No?”

“It’s a fashion event. No one actually eats at these things.”

Griffe Noire hummed thoughtfully. “Who told you that?”

“Do you see anyone else eating?”

She had a point. The plates and napkins sat untouched. No one gathered near the punch; only a few guests bothered with water. He supposed he shouldn’t be surprised that models would prefer to feast on the scent of food rather than its substance, but he didn’t know how anyone could ignore these sweets. He checked the cupcake wrapper and sure enough, her bakery’s logo was embedded into it.

He leaned against the table. It creaked under his weight, but didn’t collapse. He could Cataclysm a leg and make a bit more trouble for the event, but the girl next to him looked so intent on avoiding attention. He didn’t want to make it worse for her.

He took another bite of the cupcake and through a mouthful of cake and frosting said, “So you do modeling, too?”

She looked at him with raised eyebrows. “Are you insane? I entered the design portion of the contest.” And then she bit down on her fuschia-stained lips and turned away, as if she hadn’t meant to confess that much.

“Did you design your dress?”

Though she didn’t answer, he could guess by the way her shoulders tightened up and curled in on herself like she was trying to hide her dress, that he had hit the mark.

“It looks nice,” he said, then immediately bit down on his tongue. He wasn’t supposed to be sincere. He’d had enough warnings from the Supreme about letting his Cataclysm out of control. The last thing he needed was to be scolded for being nice to people. “You know, for—pink,” he finished lamely.

She looked at him out of the corner of her eye. “You still have frosting on your nose,” she said.

He swiped at it with his thumb, but it only smeared over his cheek.

“You stupid cat,” she grumbled. She took a napkin and wet it with the condensation that clung to the base of the punch bowl.

His heart went perfectly still as she stepped closer to him. She smelled like sugar and fresh bread, just like that first whiff each time he opened the pastry bag. The bakery was the closest he ever came to the outside world as Adrien. How could he have done anything less than fall in love with her?

But he couldn’t risk her smudging through his layers of concealer. When he ducked out of her reach, she balled up the sopping napkin and threw it at his face.

“Oh, come on,” he complained as it fell short of its mark and struck his shoulder. With a grin, he swiped his finger through the frosting of a cupcake and smeared it over her cheek.

“Hey!” she protested and tried to push him away, but he grabbed her arm.

“But now we match,” he grinned. “Partners in chaos.”

“We are not partners,” she hissed with a rather venomous ferocity.

He gave her an insincere pout, hoping that the true hurt in his chest was masked appropriately. “So fur-ocious, princess. What did I do to deserve such bite?”

But before she could answer, a familiar shrill voice cut through their conversation.

“Is that Dupain-Cheng?”

The girl in front of him went so stiff, it was as if Chloé’s loud sneer had sliced its way up her spine with a force that made even Griffe Noire’s heart lurch.

And then she disappeared. She was in front of Griffe Noire one moment and gone the next, vanishing through his fingers like smoke. Chloé stalked up to him and looked around with a sneer on her face.

“Where did that girl go?”

Griffe Noire turned behind him, but he saw no sign of the baker and designer. “I think she took a dive into the punch bowl. Care for a swim, Queen Bee?”

Chloé didn’t like that. Her sneer turned to a snarl and she shoved him back into the table. It was bold of her to pick a fight with him, but he was glad she did. He was itching for a real fight. It was a shame Toxinelle wasn’t here to antagonize as well.

“Too soon?” He picked up a cupcake and peeled the paper wrapping back with his claws. “Don’t worry; I think only half the world thought Chloé Bourgeois’s dip in the Seine was funny. The other half probably doesn’t think about you enough to care.”

She drew her hand back to slap him, but he was ready. He ducked beneath her hand and shoved the cupcake into her face. He hissed, “Cataclysm,” and his power crackled in his other hand. He crouched to swipe low—obliterating one heel was the funniest, most irritating thing he could think to do to Chloé—but something tugged on his tail and he froze.

Chloé didn’t seem to notice. She stepped away from him, face burning with fury but eyes trained warily on his Cataclysm. She was familiar enough with his brand of power. He’d never used it on her actual body, but he’d used it on enough of her accessories that she’d learned to fear it.

She tried to wipe the cupcake from her face, but only managed to smear her makeup and the frosting further. “You stupid cat,” she shrieked, voice on the edge of tears. “I’m going to tell Daddy, and he’s going to tell the Supreme, and—”

“And what? You think the Supreme will just give you back your miraculous? After you let Hesperia get one of his moths into it?”

Chloé shoved him backwards again, no longer concerned by the black power crackling in his hand. This time, when he hit the table, he felt certain he heard a muffled yelp from beneath it.

Chloé didn’t seem to hear it, though. She stalked off and, to Griffe Noire’s satisfaction, snapped a heel as she crossed the lawn. Her scream of frustration echoed across the manor grounds.

He dismissed his Cataclysm and the burning in his chest dimmed. There was another tug on his belt and this time, he followed its source to beneath the table, where he found the baker, crouched with an arm around her knees, glowering at him.

“She’ll be worse now because of that,” she grumbled.

“So I take it you know Chloé Bourgeois,” he said.

“Who doesn’t?”

“Then why didn’t you let me Cataclysm her? She deserves it.”

She let go of his tail and looked away. Something shimmered in her blue eyes, but even with his night vision, it was hard to make sense of.

“Doesn’t it hurt?” she whispered.

“That’s kind of the point, isn't it?”

“I mean, doesn’t it hurt you?”

For Adrien, the answer was unchanged. But instead, he lied. “No.”

She frowned at him and suddenly, he felt seen in a way he never had been before. Even his father’s ever-perceptive assistant didn’t pause to examine Adrien’s lies. Something tugged in his chest, like a line had been pulled taut between him and the baker girl. Suddenly, he didn’t remember how to breathe.

“You’re a terrible partner in chaos,” he finally said in an effort to undo whatever had just been done, “leaving me to face Chloé alone. We could have done a real number on her together.”

It worked, though it hurt his heart in a fully different way to see her curl back in on herself. She was no longer looking at him, no longer looking through him. He felt like he’d just stepped out of a warm bath and into cold air.

“I can’t stand up to Chloé,” she murmured into the tulle bunched over her knees.

“You stand up to me,” he said.

“You’re an idiot.”

“I am the smartest, funniest person in this entire house at the moment, I’ll have you know. I’m the best at absolutely everything.” He paused to consider her, then added, “Though I suppose I may not be the best fashion designer here.”

“Gabriel Agreste literally lives here.”

“Gabriel Agreste sucks like a supernova gone dark. I wasn’t talking about him.”

She frowned again, and it occurred to him that he didn’t like it when she frowned. It hurt somewhere near where his Cataclysm burned in his chest, but like a dull, persistent ache rather than a sharp, throbbing pulse.

“Why are you being nice to me?” she said. “You don’t even know me.”

Though she was technically right, he didn’t know her in any real sense, he certainly felt like he did. He felt like he knew the draw of her shoulders and the pout of her lip. He felt like he knew the way she tied a scarf around her throat to bury herself, the same way he was constantly burying himself, like maybe if he died enough times, his father might miss him, too.

“I’m not nice,” he snapped. “I smeared frosting on your face.”

“You still have frosting on your face too, doux minou.” She reached out and swiped her finger against his nose.

He grabbed her wrist as she touched him, heart pounding from the contact between them, from the strangely delicate affection in the nickname he had never heard before.

Her eyes were wide, too, like she hadn’t heard it until after she had said it. That line between them pulled taut once more and his breath hung suspended in his chest. Griffe Noire was so terrified of what it might become that he knew his only choice was to unravel it now.

He pulled her hand down to his lips and licked the frosting off of her finger.

She went very still but didn’t try to pull away. He wondered if that was because she could feel the press of his ring against her wrist and knew how easy it would be for him to summon his Cataclysm against her, or if it was because she genuinely did not mind.

He leaned in closer, and still she did not move. She had stood her ground against him all night, had stopped him from using his Cataclysm against Chloé, and had dared to ask if using his Cataclysm was dangerous to him. He didn’t see why she wouldn’t back away now if this wasn’t what she wanted.

He got close enough that her knees dug into his chest. His lips hovered over hers. He tasted fresh mint on her breath, cool and inviting. Could taste the sugar on his, too?

But instead of closing the space between them with a kiss, he tipped his head and licked the frosting off of her cheek. He murmured into her ear, “Still think I’m a sweet kitty?”

She both pushed him away and scrambled backwards in a single flurry of motion. Beneath her makeup, he could see a blush rising in her cheeks and her chest rising and falling in a new rhythm.

“Why did you do that?” she asked.

He quirked an eyebrow. “Why did I do what?”

Her shock turned into a glare and this time, he was prepared for the ache in his chest. He braced himself against it the way he braced against his Cataclysm. He relished it the way he relished his Cataclysm.

But instead of folding in on herself the way she had all night, she crawled closer to him. She leaned in, just as he had done to her. His lungs filled with her cool breath once again and a shiver curled down his spine and coiled itself in his stomach.

Her hand reached for his chin and pain lanced through the growing wound buried beneath his makeup. She brushed her fingers along the smeared crystals of sugar along his cheek, wiping them away, then drew her hand back to her own lips, licking the sweet off of her own fingers.

His heart stuttered in his chest as he realized that she was teasing him, that the glare in her cool blue eyes was revenge as much as it was anger.

Her fingers slid carefully through the spikes around the bell at his throat, like a gardner used to working with thorns. She yanked him towards her until their lips were separated only by a breath. “I never liked sweets much anyway,” she murmured, and pulled him into a kiss.

It was too short for Griffe Noire’s tastes. She pressed her lips to his and the moment he leaned into it, the moment he pushed his tongue against her, she dragged her mouth up his cheek and to his ear. He wanted to chase her, to follow her taste, but she held him firmly in place.

“You don’t have a monopoly on chaos, minou,” she whispered, then let him go.

He blinked, and once again, she disappeared. He tried to go after her, but all the dexterity and wit that normally pulsed through him seemed slow and sluggish. He struggled to crawl out from under the table and back onto his feet, and by the time he finally did, she was gone.

He ran his hand through his hair and tried his best to keep his breathing even. He slipped through the crowd, past models and designers and socialites, past displays and vendors, but she was nowhere to be found. Desperation grew in his chest and seemed to eat away everything else.

He wanted her. He wanted her more than he wanted anything else.

He glanced down at the ring on his finger and knew, whether it would upset the Supreme or not, he wasn’t going to use his power for the rest of the evening. For the first time in a long time he wanted something other than his own destruction. For the first time in a long time, it felt like living was chaotic enough.

[kidge-planet]

Kidge headcanon 47:

Kidge's kids headcanon: first son, Kayden!

(Hi everyone! I was supposed to do that since a year now but I always forgot or was feeling too busy... I really hope you'll enjoy it!!

this is following the three posts I made about Pidge's three pregnancies! click here to read them before! :

first pregnancy

second pregnancy

third pregnancy )

NEWBORN:

A lot of people cried when they met him... ( These people are OBVIOUSLY NOT Hunk, Shiro and Sam!)

Matt started to talk to him as if he could understand... ( He asked him how his day was but the lil guy just came to life and doesn't know about his own existence lol)

When Kayden met Lance, he cried because Lance scared him by making too much noise...

Pidge has a video of Keith holding the baby for the first time... She said that he was holding him like a fragile wine bottle... Also, he cried.

Krolia called him Yorak when she met him. She raised him in the air in lion-king style.

Colleen made a little cover full of stars for him and he already seemed to like it...

Krolia gifted a blade but it was obviously too early for him. Keith decided to give it to him when he'll be ready.

BABY:

Kayden looks like Keith and acts like him too... He's just a mini clone of his father.

For that same reason, Krolia visits his son more often... ( Probably because she didn't get the chance to know her own son as a baby or a kid...)

Kayden has a LOT of energy. When he figured how to crawl , he would do it for hours at an incredible speed and will then go annoy Kosmo... All that without falling asleep!

Really tho, HE DOES MOVE A LOT!

When he sleeps with his parents, he would slap Keith whenever he snores... that always makes Pidge laugh.

Also, when he sleeps with them, he would fall asleep next to them ( like, in between...) And he'll wake up at their feets because HE MOVES TOOOOO MUCHHHH.

He's a picky eater! even when he started eating solid food, he would not eat vegtebles and always tried to get stuffs like chicken nuggets... But Pidge knows how to make him eat vegtables.

Kayden loves his mommy. so yup, his first word was mommy and Keith wasn't jealous but SUPER PROUD.

He quickly started to want to walk... He was failling all the time but one day, he did it and he was so proud of himself that he showed it to "mommy" and "daddy".

Krolia took Kayden into space to show him around... ( Of course, Keith went along.)

Kayden loves being out. When his parents take him outside to play or for other reasons, he would be so happy and try to go on the ground to crawl with Kosmo.

Going back to kosmo, he always keeps an eye on the lil baby, just as if it was his baby too.

If Kayden goes too far, Kosmo will bring him back to Katie and Keith.

Kayden has an obsession with birds. I loves chasing them and it makes him laugh a lot.

Once, he saw Keith in his training room, punching a punching bag. Kayden will directly go punch a plushie, just like his dada did, because it was so cool!

Pidge knows tricks to make him fall asleep.

TODDLER:

Still looks like his father.

He starts to talk correctly pretty slowly... He learns new words and uses them to tell the ones he loves that he loves them... Also that he peed his pants.

When he eats, he asks his parents to also feed his favorite plushie.

He walks practically perfectly. He sometimes still fall but made a looot of progress.

Pidge has at least a thousand pictures of his husband and son cuddling, eating together or even just sat together. She thinks it's sooo cute.

Pidge gave birth to Kayden's little sister, Anaïs. Kayden would look at her as if she is a small pet or a doll.

He really wants to be a good big brother, just like his parents told him to be. But he doesn't really knows what it means.

He held Anaïs in his arms and quickly asked his parents to take her back.

He wanted to play with Anaïs but she was obviously too small and fragile.

He got sad and cried.

But then, Keith took him to a store full of toys and he got to choose a few: he took a dinosaur plush, a doll that he thought was pretty and a fake computer so he could do like his mom with the computer.

He loves to hang out with uncle Matt... Even if Kayden can't do correct sentences, he will tells his uncle Matt everything he has done during the day.

cuddle time with mommy is the best thing ever.

He talks to his sister a lot, even if she doesn't understand anything...

his nonna Colleen makes the BESTS cookies ever! He says so all the time.

He thinks his mommy is so pretty. When he goes outside with his dad, he always pick up a few flowers to give them to his mommy because he says that they are as pretty as her.

Sometimes, he's jealous of his dad. Especially when Pidge hugs him or give him kisses.

Kid:

He started to go for runs in the morning with his dad. Also, to learn how to fight.

At school, He doesn't have much friends... He does have a few ones which is good.

he's not the smartest kid at school but he has good grades.

He loves playing video games with his mother.

Keith gives candies to his son after 6pm. If Pidge learned that, she would kill him.

kayden wants to pilot like his father... But Pidge is clear: his way too young!

Kayden likes to play with his sister. He's very protective of her and he likes to teach her things.

Since he knows what the BOM is, he wants to one day be a part of it.

Once, some older kids tried to annoy him. He punched them... His parent's weren't very happy that he punched these kids BUT, he didn't got grounded. Because he just stood up for himself... Even tho Keith and Pidge told him that there were better ways to defend himself. (Keith kind of recognise himself there...)

He still loves his mother more than anything and he does not care what other kids say about it.

A doctor figured that Kayden was hyperactive.

He does a lot of sport.

He loves Kosmo. He takes him on a walk everydays or at least fourth times a week.

Sometimes, uncle Shiro and uncle Curtis babysit him and his sister. And they have a LOT of fun. during the day, they go play outside and during the evening, they whatch action movies!

When uncle lance keeps them, they both get to go choose flowers for their parents in the juneberry fields, to play with animals and to meet some kids from new Altea... Anaïs is a bit too young to make friends ( two years old) but Kayden made friends easily and includes his sister as much as he can in every activities they do. Of course, Lance keeps a close eye on them, he sits under a tree to talks with the parents of the other kids while they play. He's used to keep kids, he has a huge family... before bed, they play video games... (Anaïs already sleeps when they do.)

When Uncle Hunk and auntie Shay babysits them, they usually bake something during the day so they would be able to gift it to their parents. In the evening, they play multiple games in the living room.

Kayden could listen for hours the many stories that his nonno Sam has lived into space.

When he was 8yo, Pidge got pregnant of her third kid: a year later she gave birth to Thomas.

He becomes even more protective of his siblings and takes good care of his brother.

tell me if you want another part about when he was a teen and an adult!! (Btw, that post was the big post I told you I was writting a while ago, so I hope you like it!)

[oh-cramity-its-amity]

You have a real niche taste in music

Ah- I don't know if I would call it niche per say but rather extremely refined and self curated. A lot of it amounts to me exploring and trying to constantly expand my knowledge on artists I might not know but have heard in passing. We are fortunate to exist in the age where something like Spotify exists and is widly accessible. A way that I look for artists is mainly through vinyl hauls on YouTube, I pull up Spotify in a different tab on my phone, and whenever an album looks even remotely intriguing or like it sounds of the genres I like, I add it to the library for later.

You gotta love an album a lot if your gonna spend money on a new vinyl; unfortunately the prices are godawful to buy multiple albums at one time but seeing someone talk about their vinyl collection and haul is something that I go to for recommendations. Album artwork is a good factor too! If it looks cool then why not, Spotify being so accessible makes the barrier of entry to consume an album almost without effort. If you listen to the album later and its not your jam then it too is a learning experience. Maybe that album didnt register for you at that time too, theres some albums I come back to months after a first listen that click and I enjoy. You gotta really have an open mind and not be afraid to discover something different thats out of your comfort realm. Its extremely fun for me, especially too when a friend or someone in passing mentions an album or song. Chances are even if I'm not engaging with you at the time and I see the post I'll pull my Spotify up and add it to my library. I'm always interested in figuring out what there is that's out there.

Obviously you dont ever have to approach music this way, if you are someone who only wants to listen to one or two artists then thats cool!!! Music is subjective and its something your supposed to enjoy as a whole. If it makes you feel good and happy then thats what matters.

Too- I find that sometimes an artist wont always click and sometimes its just the album itself. Not all artists have good albums, you dont need to consume all of an artist's catalog to "be a fan" you can just like one album by them. That's some of what I do. I try an album, like it, move on. But the trick is to try to figure out your favorite genres as well and find artists that fit within them or people who like those artists but also additional artists.

So- Examples of this is I like Phoebe Bridgers, yeah? Well this girl I watched mentioned Radiohead - Which is kind of not toward the same genres at all but you get the point. She liked Radiohead so I decided "Well maybe I should try to see what this album sounds like" and at first Radiohead was HARD to get into. Super slow for my taste, but a different youtuber said that In Rainbows was her favorite album, so I tried that one. And guess what? It clicked. I love In Rainbows. Then I went back to Ok Computer and it made sense. You just gotta approach it all with an open mind and not be afraid of trying something you might not like in the end, in every case its always a learning experience to help you refine your taste better!!! Also albums too sometimes need relistening for you to get a better feel for them. I can go on and on about music but I will leave it here. My taste is niche if you say it is anon, but I just know what I like lol

[dancingbabya-notes]

Summer Mirrors 2

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Touya (Dabi) Todoroki x reader (Band AU)

You that thing some writers do where they write everything down and then start over again at the last minute? I did that because I hated it. By the way all of these aren't romantic if that makes sense

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You push past the crowd as you try to get to your practice space, it was nice going to an academy that specialized in different things, especially since you were learning to be a singer. The “school” taught everyone the basic information on their particular area of show business and what to do, music classes, writing classes, and group or individual study. Having trained professionals willing to teach everyone safe ways to navigate their particular path. You were learning to front a band, your group since you started at the academy was a lovely group and everyone got along great, but you knew that was a rare case.

Standing in your vocal class you bow trying not crash into the door as your body catches up to the sudden pause. “Sorry for my late arrival.”

“L/N, you’re not even late just get in here.” The new teacher shakes their head.

You find your seat and frown when Todoroki snickers, kicking him swiftly under the desk you turn away from him not even wanting to be bothered by him again. “Huh? You trying to act all cool and collected y/n?”

“Shut up Touya, some of us need to produce results.” You hiss keeping your eyes on the board. But it wouldn’t be long before it was time for practical use. Singing in front of everyone, working on range and within one’s range was the goal of the class.

“Right, right, sorry your highness.” He sasses as you click your tongue.

“Everyone has their water, right?”

A chorus of yeses fill the room before it was time. It would probably be ten minutes before the teacher got to them, so they stayed quiet. You did what was asked when it came time and received a quick nod, but when it was Touya’s turn, you blink. What’s wrong?

After the class finished you nudged him gently. “Hey, you got free period too, right?”

Nodding he fixes his bag over his shoulder.

“I know a cafe nearby that has really good tea.” You grab his hand lacing your fingers in his and yanking him along, the slight squeak of your shoe’s echoes down the hall despite the noise from everyone’s ambiance. “You sound way worse than yesterday, what the hell happened?”

Touya’s hand was larger than yours and his grip was firm, you didn’t miss the slight pull when he hesitated. “Nothing.”

“Look, I’m asking cause I’m worried. Your little brother is doing idol work isn’t he?” You tilt your head a bit confused. “That’s gotta be stressful.”

“He didn’t want it, the old man forced him.” He clicks his tongue.

“You mean like he forced you and Natsuo?” You hum, you only remembered because your parents also tried to get you to do it, well your dad. When your mother found out she nearly beat him half to death on the street, the public divorce wasn’t very fun.

He seemed to think for a moment. “We got into, my dad and I, Shoto should get to enjoy his life before everything you know.”

“You really care about him, that’s what I like about you.”

“My voice doesn’t sound worse.” Circling back to your comment he was probably hurt.

You shake your head. “It does and I thought I was gonna go insane trying to figure out why you were trying to trick the new coach.”

“They want me to growl, and I’m not built for that.” He shakes his head.

“Excuse me you’re perfect for it, just don’t blow out your chords alright? You promised to collab with us for the next assignment.” You stick out your tongue but this time he stopped.

His grip on your hand was still firm and you turn to look at him. “I’m gonna crash at your place.”

You nod. “Damn only one week of having the apartment to myself. Everyone else is staying at the school cause they wanna get stuff done.”

“Really? The dorms aren’t all at comfortable.” He shakes his head finally moving forward, you smile.

“Wait, how exactly are they trying to teach you how to growl that it’s fucking up your throat?” You nearly stop in your tracks but of course that had to be when the two of you were crossing the street, Touya tugs you across to the other side of the crosswalk.

He frowns as he shakes his head at you, you were used to being in situations around him but it could be what it was. Getting some warm tea and honey instead of focusing on the state of his voice you talked his ear off, many different things were changing when it came to your ensemble.

“Rin said that shes practically strumming in her sleep, practicing day and night to get this season’s project finished. I caught myself mumble singing the words recently and honestly I’m not even surprised, Tenko offered that we do a collaboration, what do you think?” You finally look at him the empty cup in his hands as he was staring through you or was it at you?

Waving your hand in his face you wait for him to blink before snapping back to reality. “‘s not a bad idea. Come on we gotta walk back to class.”

“I have music theory, I can only hear certain tones so much.” you complain throwing away your disposable cup, going toward the counter for a second time. “Um can I get some of that tea to go please?”

“Sure give me a moment.”

With your thermos filled with tea the walk back was a bit more of a sprint. Before breaking off to leave Touya at his creative writing class you slip the container into his bag.

At the end of the day you yawn not prepared for the night ahead of you, you didn’t have classes the next morning but you did have homework to finish and other things to do. Touya sits on the counter, he frowns holding the empty thermos.

“Stop treating me like a kid,” he sighs placing it in the container in the sink.

You smile as you pinch his cheek. “You know I do it because I like you, Dabi.”

<-♡—♡—♡—♡—♡—♡—♡—♡—♡—♡—♡—♡ —♡—♡—♡—♡—♡—♡ ->

[its-all-papaya]

3, 4, 21, and 26!!

-> ask me about my 2024!

3. what's something you learned about yourself as a writer?

so much!!! before publishing anybody, nowhere, i hadn't even tried to write creatively since like... 2020 maybe? so i would say the biggest thing i learned was that i am capable of writing and finishing things. i'd always just written bits and never developed them into full fics because it felt soooo overwhelming. (the trick was, as it turns out, just sitting down and TRYING).

4. what piece of media inspired you the most?

lando's post-silverstone interviews in the media pen. in addition to any number of videos of lando speaking and quotes from lando, etc.

21. share your favorite piece of dialogue.

ahhhhhh i actually despise writing dialogue which i think i've shared with you before eve..... anyway, if we're talking about published works it's (from even if it ends):

“Because I love you,” Oscar corrects softly. It’s an awful thing to say when half the things they do to each other lately end with bitter, insolvable resentment. It comes out like confession, a supplication. There’s a long pause. Oscar’s heart is hammering so hard he’s sure Lando can feel it where their chests are touching. “I know,” Lando finally says from above him. Oscar’s eyes squeeze shut, but he’s got nobody to argue with. It’s nicer than what he’d said himself, when he’d heard the words for the first time months ago, somewhere in Europe, Lando’s hair still sweaty and Oscar’s come drying between his thighs. “I love you, you know?” Lando had said, and, “we shouldn’t,” Oscar had said back, shirt already halfway back over his head.

if we're including wip's, there's like 900 lines of dialogue in dad lando, but all my favorite i THINK is in chapter one, starting with:

“I meant, like, I don’t know you because I’m a fan. I don’t know you.” Lando smacks his hand on the railing, frustrated with the way it’s all coming out when he knows what he wants to say, but Piastri’s fingers shift until the sides of their hands are touching, and he’s still smiling. “It’s okay, mate. I’m not offended.” Lando whines in the back of his throat and turns his forehead back into his arm for a second like it’ll help him collect his thoughts. “I’m friends with Max,” he says eventually, once he’s opened his eyes again. Piastri’s smile edges into something even more amused, “Makes sense why you’re at his birthday party, then.”

26. if you had to choose one, what is THE most satisfying writing moment of your year?

publishing anybody, nowhere. hands down. many times throughout the writing process i was like... i have so much left... idk if i have it in me... but i just kept thinking about how far i'd come and how cool it would feel to have a piece of MY writing out there for everybody to read. and clicking 'post' on ao3 was like... such a highlight of my summer. i've been reading fanfic forever, and to finally like 'give back' and put my own work out there felt so so fantastic.

thank you for the ask bby!!! hope you're having a good holiday break!!!

[sensei-venus]

ROBBY TEACHING HIS BABY GIRL TO SKATEBOARD

- gemini sensei

(Unedited) ( @gemini-sensei )

“Dad I'm scared....” Robby's daughter whispered in his ear as he finished helping her put on her knee pads. He gave her a small smile as he patted her knee. She played with her fingers as she looked down. Her arms wrapped around the brand new kid skateboard her dad just bought her for her birthday. Robby stud up and lifted his daughters chin making her look up at him.

“It's ok baby there is nothing to be scared of. Daddy promised you that for your birthday he would teach you how to ride a skateboard. Just like Daddy!“ he held his own skateboard in his free hand.

This did little to comfort the girl as she only nodded with a timid frown. The grip on her bored tightened as she looked up at him. Her eyes where big as she tried her best to smile at her dad.

Robby grinned down at her saying “How about you stand right here and watch Daddy ok? I’ll show you all the cool tricks I know and you can see how fun it is ok?” She perked up at the mention of him showing off some cool skateboard tricks.

“Please Dad! I want to watch! Can you do a flip? Please!?” She clapped her hands making Robby chuckle and nod. He loves seeing her smile. She had one of the most prettiest smiles ever, it reminded him so much of his wife. While his daughter might be a carbon copy of him in the look department, she definitely had her moms smile. Leaving her a few feet away he put his bored down and skated over to one of the skate pits. He took off down the slope and did a few laps around it.

Going up and down the sides before gaining more air. Finally he gained enough and came up the side of the slope, doing a small flip in the air and coming back down. His bored make a loud click as he slid down the bank. He grinned as he came to a halt.

Looking up he found his daughters big eyes peering over the ledge of the pit. Her eyes where practically sparking.

“Daddy that was so cool! Can I do that?”

Robby climbed up the ledge and sat on the slope. His daughter right next to him.

“Well first you have to learn the basic’s and then maybe one day when you are old enough you can try doing big tricks like that one. But first you have to learn the easy stuff, like balancing, getting the bored to move and how to stop.” She pouted at his words, her bottom lip poking out. Robby rolled his eyes saying “Oh don’t give me that look, you know I’m right.”

“Ok dad but I want to do as many tricks as o can when I get bigger. I want to show off to Mama one day.”

Robby snorted as he remembered when he first started skating around her mother. She was in both aw and terror the first time he took her to the skate park. She loved watching him skate and thought his tricks where cool. But he always chuckled when she would cover her eyes and peak though her fingers when he was air born. When he started doing bigger tricks in-front of her and it scared the mess out of her at first. He always had to kiss her all over the face to get her to calm down after doing big flips.

“Come on daddy show me how to do this!” His daughter whines as she puts her skateboard down in front of her. Her smaller feet slowly stepping on the bored. Robby smiled as he helped her onto the bored, she squealed and rocked in his hands as the bored started to move under her. Her small hands gripping his as he held her up.

He chuckled as he helped her stay up.

“Ok first lesson, balance is key to actually staying on the bored.”

[sammysdewysensitiveeyes]

Wait, I thought of more (less dark) Morph headcanons to subject you all to.

At the end of Season 2, after Morph turns on Sinister and helps blow him up (it’s great that Morph and Cyclops can bond over blasting Sinister back to hell, very wholesome), they collapse and fall unconscious, despite not appearing to be physically injured.  In fact, the next time we see Morph they are getting loaded up on the Blackbird in a stretcher.  And there’s a Morph cameo much later in a Season 4 episode where Wolverine and Cyclops are leaving Muir Island, and you see what appears to be Moira and Morph in a wheelchair waving goodbye.  So what’s up with that? 

Really, Morph conveniently passing out at the end of Season 2 is just the writers pushing them back out of the story without dealing with any of the messy stuff that happened.  (And we arguably never get closure for all that.  Morph’s return in Courage was all about whether they are ready to be an X-Man again.  The closest we get is Morph approaching Cyclops and saying, “Scott, been a long time...” which I think was Morph’s way of saying, “We’re cool now, bro, I promise I won’t try to kill you.”)  And Morph having cameos on Muir Island was just a convenient little way to remind viewers, yeah, they’re there, they’re hurt but healing.

My headcanon - Sinister implanted Morph with some kind of mind-control device, which he mostly used to cause Morph severe pain whenever they tried to push back against Sinister’s control.  At the end of Season 2, Sinister activates the device again, and it keeps brain-zapping Morph for quite awhile.  I’m guessing that the device gave Morph actual, physical brain damage that they needed time to recover from.  Maybe they even spent some time in a coma after being rescued, and had to go through the “learning how to walk again” process.  Morph was also probably not in the best physical health - I can imagine them being run ragged, and not really eating or sleeping much while they were either under Sinister’s control, or trying to escape from it.

I have one really dark idea that maybe the implanted device actually had some kind of kill switch in it, to be activated if something happened to Sinister, and Xavier had to remove it quickly and do some psychic surgery to keep Morph’s body from shutting down. 

Or maybe Morph was in a wheelchair in that one episode because they were recovered enough to start practicing with their powers again and they managed to hurt themselves trying out a really, really dumb shapeshifting trick.  The possibilities are endless!

I think Morph spent enough time on Muir Island to really bond with Moira.  After a certain point in their recovery, before they were ready to rejoin the team, I think Morph spent some time acting as Moira’s research assistant and watching British TV with her, just to have something to do.  Exiles Morph has a Masters in Computer Engineering, so I’m imagining TAS Morph was a Comp Sci major.  Maybe they wrote some programs for Moira while hanging around trying to recover. 

Every now and then, when Moira calls the mansion with news, she’ll get sidetracked with, “Morph, didja see the latest Doctor Who?!” or whatever shows they watched together.

Morph was the IT guy for a company prior to joining the X-Men (and I have a whole headcanon about how that happened), and it caused them more hatred for humanity than being a mutant ever did.  “God DAMN it, Ted, stop downloading viruses, I will find you a safe website to look at porn, just please stop clicking every link that says “Sexy milfs in your area.”   

[ourlittledinosaur]

Our Little Piano Playing...Trekkie?

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Our Little Piano Playing...Trekkie?

Your Kid is Learning – Grin and Bear It

My son is quite amazing. Like my husband, he never ceases to amaze me.

I was talking to my father a few months ago who was explaining to me how loud my younger brother and sister are (they are 5 and 2 years old – long story), and how every play activity seemed to be a loud one. (He was not finding joy in these particular moments. Lol.) He…umm…I guess you can call it…reminisced?… back to when my sister and I were little, and called it “work”. Thoroughly irritated, I tried to empathize with him since I currently only have one child, and he has two at home. However, I recalled how I had been watching my son (his grandson) develop and grow as he learned new things, and yes some of this “learning” IS loud, but I really do enjoy these phases.

My perspective is different, as I see it as hitting milestones. So yes, banging blocks together, while loud, is developmentally appropriate. So I’m grateful that he is capable of doing something that a few months ago, he wasn’t able to do. When I explained this to my father, he pondered it a moment, then said, “I never thought of it that way.” (I guess you can teach an old dog, new tricks.)

Along with banging toys, my son has also learned to create so many sounds with his mouth and voice. From crying to cooing, and yelling to babbling, and all the spitting and tongue clicking in between, these are things he has learned to mimic. Though a few may cause me to cringe, I have learned to grin and bear it, and THEN clap in affirming praise because for my son, it’s something new he’s accomplished.

Either a Big Ham or a Musical Prodigy

My son truly is adorable. He’s got the most contagiously, shy smile aaaaand…. he even has dimples. Too cute, right? He has a little toy piano that belonged to my husband as a child. And while it’s terribly out of tune, it’s a real piano. The ivory keys are even the proper width of a full size piano (which we also have). He LOVES to play on this piano. When he started pulling himself up on things at around 7 months, he would just bang on the keys in the middle over and over… and over again. Then I’d clap and say, “Yay! Great job! That’s beautiful.” I would even sing along, “La la la.”

As he continued to learn and play on this toy, he learned to pound on higher and lower keys. Then came the day, at about 9 months, that he stood there and let out this forceful “Ahhhhhhh!” as he played. It was so awesome to witness this yell because, you see, he was singing.

Now, just days away from his first birthday, he will play some of the keys one at a time. (Though sometimes a passionate pounding of the piano is apparently necessary for a musical prodigy.) He’ll play a few notes and then turn to look at me and my husband, (or whoever else may be visiting), and smile that dimply, sweet smile. You see, he has come to expect, and even ask through his actions, for praise and affirmation. I don’t know about you but I think that’s pretty cool.

His “piano playing” has changed over the past 5 months, and is already quieter, more melodic, not to mention easier on the ears. He’s a little performer, who loves to make music for his adoring fans, though few they may be.

Our Little Trekkie

Uh oh, you’ve discovered a new secret about us: we love Star Trek. We’ve currently been re-watching the Deep Space 9 series and on the weekends my son watches with us. (I know, I know, screen time bad. Outside, good. Yeah, I’m with ya there.)

He doesn’t really pay attention to it at all, until the next episode starts (ok, ok we are binge watchers – you caught me!). When that musical introduction comes on (where are all my trekkies at?), my son literally stops what he is doing and watches the screen. At first, I thought it was because of the special visual effects of the intro, but then the sweetest, most amazing thing happened…

With his tiny little mouth, he formed the smallest “o” you’ve ever seen (seriously, it would melt your heart), and he let out a quiet, yet distinct, “ohhhh….” He is singing along with the musical introduction of Deep Space 9. It is precious!

“…I will sing and make music. ~Psalm 57:7b

(Admittedly taken very out of context of the original verse.)

What about you?

Tell us what amazes you about your kids.

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[taeyamayang]

OKG PEA-

okay okay.. for the ask prompts

"will you just shut up and kiss me?" + tsukishima

kiss me or kiss you

"hinata said you like me."

it is one of those moments, a moment when you are almost certain that the world momentarily stopped turning and all you could hear is the rapid beating of your heart.

did shoyo tell on you?

"earth to (y/n)." tsukishima clicks his fingers at your lack of response.

a sly smile forms on his lips as he watches your walls crumble beneath your feet. oh, how he loves to silence your smart mouth. the image before himㅡyou, startled and muted, is worth to paint a picture of, hanged in gallery for every one to witness the effect he has on you.

"hinata said you like me, romantically, and he-"

"STOP." your wide-eyes dart at him as your throat runs dry. his head falls to the side, orbs savoring every inch of you before licking grains of salt at the corners of his mouth. he is clearly enjoying your unguarded state.

"hm?" he taunts, biting his lips together into a thin line as he fights the urge to grin. he leaves your shared box of fries on the bench, standing to close the gap between the two of you. his hands shoved inside the pocket of his pants as he gaze at your seated position through his bottom lashes; an act of domineering over your helpless flustured state.

"you're lying." you huff without conviction.

"am i?" arching his brows at you, he takes a step forward, slightly bending his back down so you're closer.

"i will never like you." and though you tried, your words fail to make him believe. perhaps, lying isn't your best skill. albeit, you push through. at this point, backing down is a sign of weakness and path for him to fuel his already inflated ego.

"you're obnoxious. a salty ill-mannered immature brat who doesn't how to manage their temper. you think you're cool by acting mean? ha, in everyone's eyes you're just a plain boy with mommy issues." a light crease forms on his forehead as you continue to distance yourself him.

you finally roped him. you hit a nerve by using words you learned from the best, him. maintaining a friendship with him isn't for the weak hearted. you can't be too sensitive around tsukishima. you need to learn to fight back even in playful bickerings in order to keep him in place.

as you stare at the blonde, a thought suddenly crosses your mind. tsukki does not like conversing with the other first years of the volleyball team. there's no way hinata will spill on him because the orange headed knows tsukishima doesn't care about these type of things. chances are, he might be playing one of his tricks on you and you absolutely cannot fall for it. hence, you continue.

"even if it's only the two of us left on earth, i would never choose you. i will never like you, kei." your tone tastes like chili peppers and bitter gourd, like rubbing salt on an open wound.

"(y/n)." tsukishima pulls a serious face, sighing as he locks his eyes on you. "hinata told me. i am telling the truth."

there's something about the sudden shift in his face that sends chills down your spine. all of a sudden you're doubting yourself.

what if shoyo accidentally told him? what if tsukki overheard shoyo talking about it to a fellow member and cornered him so shoyo felt the need to tell him the truth? what if... what if...

"no, he didn't." you responded weakly, your eyes bouncing from one to the other.

"yes, he did." tsukishima presses. a deeper crease forms on his forehead at your stubborness. "shrimpy told me the other day during practice. well, i overheard the conversation between him and sugawara senpai and when i heard your name i stepped in. then, the orange gremline told me." he explains.

your heart dithers and your throat runs dry once more. if tsukishima is acting up until this point then he deserves an Oscars. but your friend would never put up an act this long, you know him well. if he was lying, he should have laughed at your face long ago. hence, there's only one thing for sure,

tsukki isn't lying.

in your mind you wished to be swallowed by the ground and be part of the damned soil. even if you have been pinning on your friend for the longest time, you never considered telling him. you know that he isn’t the type to swoon over romance, the thought alone makes him empty his stomach. you figured it’s better to keep your feelings to yourself than lose him as your friend. 

“and you believed him?” you scoff. your confidence quivers at each word you utter. “you really believed that i like you? you think so, tsukki? i would never in my wildest dream-” 

"will you just shut up?!" he cuts you off, screaming. he twists his neck to the side as he shuts his eyes to collect his composure before turning to shoot you a look. he swallows, adam's apple bobbing as he says in a calmer voice, "will you just shut up and kiss me?"

tsukishima levels his face to you so he could look at you eye-to-eye. he places his boney hand at the side of your face as he lets out a frustrated huff.

"or should i kiss you to shut you up?" he dares to say making your restless heart beat against your ribcage. tsukishima can feel your racing pulse at the base of your neck.

"your mouth started to irk me. your insults are getting better and better. who taught you that?" his thumb caresses the crest of your cheek back and forth as he inches his face closer. he whispers, "me, but i can also teach your mouth other things than spurting insults." the tip of nose softly nudges against yours. you swallow hard. "just say yes."

i'm leaving this on a cliffhanger and blame it on my birthchart. this is from early this year (i think) i'm sorry kale!! this has been sitting on my drafts since you requested it and couldn't get to it bc i feel meh with the previous plot but now i'm happy with it so i hope you are too! and HOLY GRAIL i miss writing for tsukki aghhh maybe i should do more for him soon hm...

anywayy rbs and likes are very much appreciated thanks!

ps. updates are messy and unpredictable bc im going through a writer's block on my recent fics

masterlist | hq.list

[augustinewrites]

+ series summary: miya atsumu knows he’s a charming guy, and he’s determined to make sure you know it too. (or, atsumu sprains his ankle, meets a cute doctor, is a shameless flirt, and sakusa is absolutely over it)

“This is all your fault, Omi.”

“My fault? It’s your ankle.”

Atsumu winces as his teammate gestures down to his swollen ankle, an ice pack balanced over the inflamed tissue. It’s far from his first sports-related injury, and one would think he’d learned his lesson by now, but…

“Well, if ya had just given me a ride to practice, I woulda taped it ‘n we wouldn’t be here!” He tries to insist, gesturing around the bustling hospital emergency room.

Sakusa, who according to their texts, had waited outside Atsumu’s apartment for fifteen minutes, just scoffs. “Set your alarm for earlier next time. Then you won’t be late."

“You’re not supposed to judge an injured person ya know."

Both men huff, arms crossed over chests and petulantly facing opposite directions by the time the curtain slides open.

“Miya-san?”

“Yeah,” he grumbles, shooting a half-hearted glare at his teammate, who he’s sure returns it with a scowl under that mask. “That’s me.”

There’s a quiet click as you set your tablet on a nearby surface, drawing Atsumu’s attention back to you as you introduce yourself, smiling.

His eyes widen slightly as he takes you in. Your light blue scrubs are slightly rumpled, as if you’d been sleeping in them. There are deep purple rings under your eyes that your concealer doesn’t entirely hide, and your hair is falling out of the loose bun gathered at the nape of your neck. Exhaustion lines your very being.

You just look like any other tired, young doctor, but your eyes are bright and focused. A determination he recognizes when fighting for the last point of a game.

God, you’re so pretty.

You’re also staring at him expectantly, waiting. Shit— had you said something?

“Oi,” Sakusa snaps. “You gonna answer her question?”

Atsumu blinks, heat crawling up his neck. “Sorry, what did you say?”

You pull on a fresh pair of gloves, leaning down to remove the ice pack. “It’s fine. Your intake forms said this was a sports-related injury? Mind elaborating?”

“Uh, yeah,” he confirms, a hand rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, recalling the awkward way he’d stumbled off the court. “I came off a block and landed on it bad.”

You hum in affirmation, cool fingers gently inspecting his inflamed skin. “When you were coming in you were able to put weight on it, correct?”

“Yeah,” he answers, recalling the way he’d dramatically thrown his arm around Omi’s shoulders. “It was just real uncomfortable.”

A loose strand of hair falls over the side of your face when you look up at him, your brow furrowed. “But you could walk?”

“Yeah, ‘m pretty sure it’s just a sprain,” he answers confidently, hands twitching at his sides as he resists the urge to tuck your hair back. “But our team physician couldn’t make it to practice today, ‘n coach wanted me to make sure ‘cause we’ve got an out of town scrimmage next weekend. The team needs me because I’m the setter. Best in Japan, some say,” he winks, and maybe it’s a trick of the light, but he thinks he sees you blush.

Sakusa shakes his head, groaning. “I’m going to leave you here.”

“Well, we can’t let your team down, can we?” you smile, gently easing a hand underneath his swollen ankle. “I’m just going to test your range of motion. Tell me if you’re feeling any severe pain or discomfort at any point.”

He winces slightly as you shift his foot around, but it’s nothing he can’t handle. “Just mild discomfort,” he shrugs, puffing his chest and flexing his arms playfully. “‘M a pretty tough guy, ya know!”

“Oh my god,” he hears Sakusa mutter under his breath.

A single, breathless chuckle slips past your lips as you slip your gloves off and it makes Atsumu’s chest flutter, and leaves him craving more. “Well, you were right. This is just a minor sprain.” You pick up your tablet, your nails making a satisfying sound as you update his chart. “I trust you’re familiar with R.I.C.E?”

He sits up a little straighter, a satisfied grin curling on his lips. Oh, you’re forward, aren’t you?

He’s into it.

“Rice? ‘Course I am, I eat it all the time! Wait a minute, are ya askin’ me out to dinner?”

“No,” you and Sakusa say at the same time, the latter rolling his eyes.

“Ouch,” he winces, clutching his chest dramatically. “I thought doctors swore an oath to do no harm, but you’re really hurtin’ me, sweetheart.”

“You’re very charming,” you hum amusedly, tucking your hair back behind your ear, pushing the edge of your tablet into your ribs and resting your forearms on it. “But I meant rest, ice, compression, and elevation. As an athlete and the ‘best setter in Japan,’ I assumed you’d be familiar with the acronym.”

“Why did ya put that in air quotes? I am the best setter in Japan. You want me to take off my shirt and prove it?”

Sakusa rubs a hand down his face, hissing, “Why would you need to take your shirt off?”

He’s already reaching for the neck of his practice jersey, tugging. “So she can see my six pack!”

“I apologize for him, doctor,” Sakusa cuts in, grabbing Atsumu’s shirt and yanking it down over his near-exposed torso, shooting you an apologetic look. “He’s a twin, you know how desperate for attention they can be.”

“Hey!”

“It’s not a problem,” you assure them, ducking your head when you laugh. It’s charming, how hard you try to hide how flustered you are. “Okay, keep your weight off it as best as you can for the rest of the week. No training, practice, or strenuous physical activity until the swelling goes down. Your familiarity with the injury suggests you’ve had sprains before, so I suggest wearing a brace in the future. It’s not a 100% preventative measure, but the risk is diminished greatly. There are a lot of great options you could discuss with-”

“I’d be happy to discuss it with ya. Over dinner, maybe?”

"Nice try," you tease, which makes him pout. "You can discuss this matter further with your team physician or PT."

At the sound of two quick beeps, you reach your hand into your pocket, pulling out a pager. Atsumu’s heart drops into stomach, because he knows his window is closing and his time is almost up.

You glance down at the device, lips pursed into a tight line. “Um...I am going to get someone to quickly wrap this up for you, and then you can go sign yourself out and have dinner—” You hold up a finger when he opens his mouth. “—alone.”

Before he can argue, you’re yanking the curtain open, poking your head out and flagging down a passing intern. “Hey, can you finish this up for me? I’m needed for an incoming trauma. Oh, this is nothing complicated, just a sprain. Compression wrap, send him off.”

“Oi!” Atsumu shouts when you’re about to step out. “Why can’t you do it?”

“I’m currently needed elsewhere, but everything looks fine, and as soon as you’re done here, you can sign yourself out and head home,” you tell him, about to step out once more.

“Wait!” He yelps again, making the nurse that’s reaching for his ankle jump. “Don’t you need to...write me a prescription or somethin’?

You pause, eying him warily. “For...a sprain?”

“Yes,” he insists, then grabs dramatically at his ankle. “Yes. The pain,” he wheezes, “It’s excruciating!”

Your stare is deadpan, disbelieving.

Then your pager beeps again, and you sigh. “You can purchase ibuprofen at any general store that sells over-the-counter pharmaceuticals. Good luck. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” You turn on your heel, waving once before disappearing into the hall.

The paper on the hospital cot crinkles as Atsumu sits up, swinging his legs over the bed. “Hey, wait!”

“You’re not supposed to put weight on it yet!” Sakusa reminds him, growling when Atsumu once again slings a heavy arm around his shoulders.

“I won’t if ya move your ass, Omi! C’mon, after her!”

“I’m never agreeing to drive you anywhere again,” he mutters, helping his friend limp down the hall, ignoring the nurse’s protests.

They earn a few odd looks, which the setter waves off with the explanation, “it’s for love!”

“Hey, doc!” He hollers much louder than necessary when he spots you at the nurse’s station.

“Miya-san?” You understandably look confused as you slip your coat off, tossing it over the back of a chair, replacing it with a trauma gown. “Is everything alright?”

Atsumu pushes off of his friend, smirking as he awkwardly leans against the counter. “Maybe I should get your number.” Your brows raise in shock, and a couple of the nurses behind the desk giggle. “Ya know, for if I have any questions while I’m at home - all alone - rice-ing.”

His teammate smacks the back of his head. “You’re unbelievable.”

You stare at him for a moment before fishing your notebook and pen out of your pocket, scribbling something down as Atsumu fist pumps triumphantly. You tear it off the pad as the sound of the ambulance sirens near, folding it twice before slapping it into his waiting palm.

“For medical questions only.” You tell him sternly, and Atsumu nods, like a liar, and you run off.

“Ya see that?” He asks, as if Sakusa hadn’t been standing there the entire time as a reluctant witness to this entire ordeal. “That’s how ya get a girl’s number, Omi.”

“By annoying her until she breaks?”

“Awe, c’mon, man! Just admit I’m smooth as— hey! Give that back,” he whines when the paper is snatched out of his hand.

“No, you’ll get this back when you get your ankle wrapped, now c’mon.”

The nurse appears behind them with a chair, and though Atsumu rolls his eyes, he drops himself into the seat.

“No way she actually gave you her number,” he hears his teammate mutter as the compression bandage is wrapped around his ankle. Atsumu gasps when he begins to unfold his prize.

“Oi! Ya don’t get to peek at it before me!”

He turns away before his grabby hands can reach, peering down at the paper for a few seconds before laughing, dropping the paper in his lap. Atsumu snatches it up, glancing down at your neat scrawl and groaning in defeat.

_

You stare down at the newspaper, brows raising in surprise when you scan the cover.

Black Jackals setter, Miya Atsumu, announced as GQ Japan’s Athlete of the Year.

Your mind wanders back to the charming athlete who’d so shamelessly flirted with you in the ER two weeks ago. To those warm brown eyes that’d gazed at you so intensely. To the confident smirk curled on his lips as he’d asked for your number.

You see them printed on the front page. Miya Atsumu, in all his glory, putting up a perfect set for the teammate who’d accompanied him to the hospital. He looks strong, handsome as the day you’d met him even covered in sweat.

And on his ankle, there's a brace.

You trace his image absentmindedly, smiling to yourself, unaware of the blush spreading across your cheeks.

“Doctor?” One of the interns says from the door. “There’s a man in the lobby that’s looking for you. He…asked for you by name. Was quite insistent that you see him.”

“Okay, I’ll be there in a minute.”

You draw a deep breath, squeezing your eyes shut and hiding your red face behind the newspaper momentarily, trying to calm your racing heart.

It’s not difficult to spot him in the bustling lobby of your hospital. All six-foot-something of him stands tall and proud, a mess of dyed blonde hair peeking out from underneath a black baseball cap.

“Back so soon?” You ask, stuffing your hands in the pockets of your lab coat. “What can I help you with today, Miya-san? How’s the ankle?”

He turns around at the sound of your voice, a charming grin stretching across his handsome face. “Better! That’s not what I’m here about, though.” He pauses, eyes flickering down momentarily. “Want me to sign that for ya?”

You glance down at the newspaper still clutched in your hand. Huh, you’d forgotten it was there. “I’d love that, actually. Bet it’d sell for a lot on eBay.”

“Oof,” he groans exaggeratedly. “You wound me, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you sigh, propping your hip against the front desk. “If it’s not your ankle, what brings the greatest setter in Japan back to our halls of healing?”

Atsumu suddenly leans in, crowding your personal space in a way that’s much too intimate in public. “I think I’m havin’ heart problems,” he whispers, soft lips brushing the shell of your ear. A warm shiver flows down your spine as his hot breaths roll against the skin of your neck.

Your playful mood instantly dissipates as you reach for your stethoscope, drawing back to look him in the eye. “Heart problems? Any difficulty breathing? Tightness in your chest?”

“Nah, nothin’ like that,” he tells you with a smirk, grabbing your hand and pressing your palm to his well-muscled chest. “I think you sprained ma heart."

Your brain short circuits. "What?"

"See, it kinda hurts when I'm all alone. 'Specially when I think about the pretty doctor who gave me a fake number even when I asked so nicely.”

“It was not fake,” you scoff, shoving his shoulder lightly with your free hand. “You can call 119 for emergency medical services.”

“But I wanted to call you,” he grins, pulling your hand up to press a kiss to the back of your fingers. “Lemme take ya out to dinner, doc.”

You check your watch. “My shift isn’t over for another three hours.”

“Then I’ll wait,” he shrugs. “So, what do ya say?”

You pretend to think it over, pursing your lips and squinting down the bridge of your nose at him. “Are we going to have rice?”

He laughs, low and deep, the sound vibrating against your palm as he ducks his head down to look at you. “We can have whatever you want.”

— a/n: should i do a second part??

part two

[vanessagillings]

Some of you may have seen the color rough of this in my instagram stories, but I finally got around to scanning the paintings I created over my winter break.  Here’s the first one -- a little bit of Hilda fan art.  I love that show so much!  The second I saw this scene, I knew I had to paint it.

This painting also served as technique experiment.  If you’d like to read the nitty gritty technical details, click below~

Okay, so.

I paint in winsor newton gouache watered down like watercolor.  I do this because gouache doesn’t bleed like watercolor does, meaning it’s easier to get crisp, solid shapes.  Ever had trouble getting watercolor to not look blotchy?  I recommend trying watered-down gouache!  The major draw back of gouache is that there are fewer colors available (especially that are lightfast, non-toxic, and permanent) and sometimes you want colors to blend and the paint just isn’t going to do that for you.  

But painting thinly in gouache has one other large draw back: unlike opaque gouache, I can’t paint light colors on top of dark.  With watercolor-like paints, you must move from light to dark and can’t make corrections.  I’ve developed a few tricks over the years to get around this (super clean wet paper towels work like watercolor erasers for one!), but mostly I’ve just gotten really good at painting it right the first time...as time consuming as that is.  If you’re curious to see some process shots, I upload them for most of my pieces to my instagram stories, and some are highlighted.  But anyway, most of my paintings take around 4-6 hours just to paint, not including all the lead up time of sketching, color-roughing, and transferring. The more complex ones, 12 hours or more.  

Lately, however, I’ve learned a cool new technique!  

In the past, I’ve tried painting light colors more opaquely in winsor newton gouache on top of my thinner winsor newton dark washes without much success (it just soaks in) -- but it turns out you CAN paint holbein acryla gouache on top of winsor newton without it simply disappearing!  The little hexagon-ish shapes up there were painted in holbein after the rest of the piece was completed (the white circles are white gel pen).  For best results, I recommend not mixing the holbein acryla gouache with any other gouaches, including winsor newton.  I used completely different palettes and brushes for them (it’s a sticky paint and hard to clean!).  Instead of using these paints like more colors to add into my usual ones, I instead use them like correction fluid and in moderation.  Just like with winsor newton, I recommend checking the lightfastness and permanency of each color, but more of holbein’s range is lightfast (likely because it’s plastic).

With this technique, I’ve been able to not only paint small details in lighter colors after a series of dark washes but have been able to mix matching colors in holbein to make corrections to my winsor newton, too.  The best method for making the two paints blend into each other (so it doesn’t look like thick paint is sitting on top of the thinner paint underneath) is to not paint the holbein TOO thickly; instead, paint just opaquely enough to cover what’s below.

Another example of this technique is my new year’s piece, which I actually painted after this one -- the little confettis were painted with holbein, as well as the ribbons.  It meant I didn’t have to be TOO perfect with my background washes because I could go back in and correct in a way that wasn’t noticeable...and it meant I didn’t have to try to paint AROUND all those little confettis, I mean talk about a nightmare.  And let me tell you, not having to paint around every tiny detail saves a ton of time!  I time myself for every painting in hour-long pomodoros, and paintings that would have once taken 12 hours now take around 4.  That new year’s piece would have once taken me two work days, but took only one.  GAME CHANGER.

So I just had to share, in case anyone wanted to try the technique.  I know lots of artists paint opaque gouache on top of watercolor washes, and this is kind of a similar idea to that...but I wanted to avoid the two paints looking different, and wanted it to look like I had painted the entire piece with one technique.  Painting in washes is still a perfectionist’s technique and you still have to get almost everything right on the first pass, but so long as you don’t overdo the areas painted in holbein acryla gouache on top, this method will let you paint tiny corrections and tiny details!

Hope someone found this useful! 🦊💛

[rek1s-headband]

Oh oh! Can we get some hedcanons about cherry adopting a girl who is around miya's age. Like how close would they be and how would others feel about her being his daughter now. Bonus points if uncel Joe and little missy mess with daddy blossom

Xoxo love your work so far, keep it up💙

➯ A/N: This was such an amazing request, I had so much fun writing it! Hope you enjoy :)

Also, i started watching Your Lie in April today, and its AMAZING! So much more than what I was expecting

➯ With a daughter

➯ Characters: Kaoru Sakurayashiki with a young daughter. Reki, Langa and co. are mentioned throughout!

➯ Warnings: none:)

Having a child had never crossed Kaoru’s mind before, but when Joe had teased him about how “you treat Carla better than you would a child!”, the idea kind of stuck with him. And so, he’d spent countless nights awake, wondering to himself if it was something he truly wanted?

He’d pass parks, seeing parents with spewing babies and toddlers throwing tantrums, wondering if he could actually put up with that? But as he passed the shops, he came across a mother and her daughter, who looked around 12. He watched them pass, a grin on the child’s face as she looked into her shopping bag, examining her haul for that day. And so it was settled

He wanted a baby girl he could spoil absolutely rotten

And the search for a child carried on, and this time instead of baby shops and websites, he was browsing the shelves of Claires and other tween clothing stores. It had only occurred to him over a bottle of wine with Joe, as they were discussing if Kaoru was truly ready for something like this. Instead of a crying baby or a messy toddler, he could simply adopt someone a bit older!

It made sense too. For a single parent, an older child seemed much more doable. Of course, he wouldn’t be alone. Joe was always telling him how he’d help out, yknow, if he actually went through with the damn thing.

Not to mention, the older you get, the more difficult it is to get adopted. Babies and young children will get adopted left right and centre, whereas the child he will take home will have been there for a while. Finally, they will have a place to call a home

He spent months trying to get the approval for adoption, and one fateful day he finally got the letter that yes he could go ahead and take one home. He was ecstatic, spending the next few days finding out the location of every orphanage around his area of Japan. He messaged every single one, asking when their next visiting day was

And so it was set: Kaoru would not rest until he had found his perfect little girl

He went through orphanage after orphanage, searching for someone he could call his own. However, none of the children were lighting that paternal flame inside him. It wasn’t their fault of course, they just didn’t click with him, staring at him any time he tried to talk to them. Visit after visit, he’d go to Joe’s, ready to tell him about his recent fail.

It wasn’t until Joe came up to him with a phone number, asking if he’d been to this particular orphanage yet. Apparently they had a few children aged 12 and up, and were available for visit that Saturday. And so there he was, packing a bag and getting ready to travel to the house. This time felt different, somehow. He could feel his palms sweat, as if he could sense he would take one of them home

When he finally made it to the house, he was a nervous wreck. The lady of the house let him in with a smile, telling him the children were in the backyard playing while she bounced a baby on her hip. Cherry winced as the baby gurgled at him, glad he opted for an older child

She led him outside, gesturing at the children who were sprinting around in the vast field, hiding behind trees and bushes. It was clear they were playing a game of hide and seek. He smiled as he scanned over them, but it quickly disappeared when he noticed one little girl sitting on the step, head in her lap while her shoulders gently shook with tears

He walked over to her, bending down with a soft smile. He didn’t know where this sudden calmness came from, but that was his last priority right now. A little gash sat on the girls knee, caked with blood as it trickled down her shin. He frowned, pulling out a tissue to gently wipe it. She jumped, wincing with shock from the fresh wave of pain, and surprise. Kaoru gently wiped at her knee once more before looking up at her to attempt a conversation

“Hello, is your knee alright?” She shook her head frantically, wiping a tear away from her face. A small breathy laugh escaped him as he watched the child stand, gesturing to her leg

“Nope, not at all. I think its broken, if you ask me. All cause of that stupid thing!” She threw her arm out, gesturing to a pink board Kaoru hadn’t noticed before. A skateboard.

That’s when Kaoru realised it: I want this one

Suddenly he felt a new sense of importance, like he had to make a good impression. He walked over to the board, tutting as he looked down at it. “This is what hurt you?” He looked at it with disdain as the little girl nodded her head violently. Kaoru could see how she hurt herself, the thing was massive, especially for someone her age. It looked around the size of a board he would use.

Grinning, he picked up the board. “Well, want to see something cool?” She watched in wonder as kaoru stood on it, pushing off and turning quickly, popping an ollie over a stray toy. The little girl jumped, throwing her arms up as she cheered Kaoru on. He finished with a flourish, coming back to stand beside her. “What did you think?” She was speechless, simply moving her hands, saying scattered “wows” and making various sound effects. Kaoru smiled, certain that he could teach her more.

When he realized visiting time was coming to a close, he proposed the idea to the girl, who’s name he had come to know was Lily: he’d come back next week, and he’d bring his board. He even promised to find her a smaller boar perfect for her to learn on, saying he knew a friend who could make her one. From there he would teach her the basics of skateboarding, even a couple of tricks once she got that down. She was delighted, bouncing up and down and declaring she couldn’t wait, all the energy of someone much younger than her. Kaoru found he couldn’t stop smiling himself either

He made his way back through the house, Lily skipping alongside him. He explained the plan to the Lady, that he would come back next week for another visit. Just as he was about to leave, he turned to the lady to request one final thing from her

“Make sure no one snatches her up from me while I’m gone, yeah?”

Needless to say a bottle of wine was opened at Joe’s that night in celebration of Lily, the potential daughter

And so the weeks turned into months, and Kaoru returned each week with his board and some sweets for her and the other children, teaching her everything she needed to know about skateboarding. After a month or so she could confidently ollie without bailing, and next time he visited she displayed it with delight, watching Kaoru’s face light up with pride.

She had taken a real liking to Kaoru, according to the Lady. She refused to pay any other visitors any notice, declaring they “simply weren’t Kaoru.” This is what finally made him realise that maybe it was time to ask if she’d like to live with him from now on, where she could practice with him every day.

When he asked her, Kaoru could’ve sworn he actually saw stars in her eyes. She simply lit up, throwing herself at Kaoru, tears streaming down her face as she shouted yes, of course she would. she wasn’t the only one crying, Kaoru could barely see from the tears in his own eyes, the lady dabbing at hers with a tissue

Once the paperwork was complete and Lily was his, he felt a weight had been taken off his shoulders. He had packed her a new change of clothes the day he went to collect her, bringing Joe along with him for emotional support. Lily came flying at him the second he got out of his car, wrinkling her nose at Joe

“You never told me you had a boyfriend, Kaoru” she stuck her tongue out at him from over his shoulder while they both tried to convince her that no, they weren’t a couple, before she ran upstairs to get changed. Joe turned to Kaoru, an almost offended look on his face

“Why were you so adamant that we weren’t together??” “I dont need her worrying she’s going home to a Gorrila” “HEY”

Once they all got home, they threw a little party at Joe’s who had closed a little early specially for it. Kaoru didn’t let her out of his sight, making sure she wasn’t uncomfortable with all the new people. Of course, it was only Joe, Shadow, Reki, Langa and Miya, all of whom she would meet eventually, but he still worried in case she got overwhelmed.

She made quick friends with Reki, who was ecstatic from the moment he realised she could skate. The two bonded over it, talking about tricks they’d learned, Reki shouting over at Kaoru because why hadn’t he taught him anything??

Miya was a bit standoffish at first, but when she saw the switch in his hand, the two were instantly bonding over who had better villagers in Animal Crossing, and who had passed more levels in Mario with three stars

As the months went on, Lily really settled into her new life in Okinawa, starting at school in Miyas class. The two were joined at the hip, Miya often coming home to Kaoru’s so they could practice together, or simply study and watch some movies. Reki constantly teased the shit out of the two, talking about how he heard “wedding bells”. This comment earned him a swift whack into the skull from Kaoru, warning him not to tease his little girl

Soon enough Kaoru was making her own skateboard with built-in Carla, who helped her skating improve insanely. As Kaoru said, she was definitely a chip off the old block. Langa and Reki would take her to the skate park with them, helping her land new tricks and would take videos of her to send to Kaoru

Shadow was like a chill uncle to her, bringing her flowers for her room and taking her out to get some clothes and ice cream. Joe was like an uncle too, but a much more untrustworthy one. Would he take her to the park, or would he take her to parts of downtown she definitely shouldn’t have been? Who knows, certainly not Kaoru...

Poor Kaoru can never get a minutes peace. Every second of the day she’s plotting something, waiting for him to let his guard down so she can pounce, scaring the shit out of him. When the others are around its 10x worse, all of them ganging up on him to pull pranks

As well as skateboarding, Kaoru tried to teach her how to do calligraphy. She ended up being awful, blotting the ink and smearing it with her hand. But hey, it was a fun art project that made it onto the fridge

At S, she was watched like a hawk. When Kaoru was competing,the others would be like her bodyguard, making sure no one got within 5 feet of her. She’d watch her dad with wonder, the look of awe never leaving her face since the first day she saw him skate. She can’t wait for the day she can compete, maybe even beating her own dad

The first time Lily called Kaoru “dad” was when he won a race, showing off some amazing skills and winning the insanely close match by a hair. He picked up his board, looking around for Lily. He saw her in the crowd, throwing her arms up and cheering “THATS MY DAD!! LOOK, RIGHT THERE, THATS MY DAD!” When she spotted him, a large grin spread across her face. “Nice job out there dad! You did amazing!! D’you think I can do that one day?”

Everyone was staring at her, she hadn’t even realised she had said anything out of the ordinary. Soon enough Kaoru was lunging at her, picking her up in a hug so she didn’t see the tears quickly forming on his face. With a smile he pulled away, his voice dripping with pride

“Of course you could. You’re my daughter, aren’t you?”