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mercillery · 7 months ago

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The Damnatio one was EVERYTHING oh my gosh I am so happy you took my request it's a drought for him ngl!! If you're down, could you write some headcanons for him with a super excitable social and friendly partner? And kinda how others would view them? I don't wanna overwhelm you with requests though so if you do it don't worry about how much or little you write I just love your writing so much for him and would love to see more!!

WARNINGS: GENDER NOT SPECIFIED + NOT PROOFREAD

NOTES: AAAAAA thank you so much anon <333 Don’t worry about overwhelming me, I usually have little to no requests lol. This one was a little short, but I hope it’s still to your liking as well 🙂‍↕️❤️

Absolutely no one had a clue that you and Damnatio were dating until your extroverted self decided to make the announcement. Your circle of friends and acquaintances were used to your lively, open nature, but the news left them in utter disbelief and maybe even horror. The idea of the stern, stoic Damnatio being in a relationship with someone as sunny and sociable as you was definitely not a believable one. Initially, most people thought you were joking or perhaps suffering from an intense crush that led you to concoct this wild story. They couldn’t wrap their heads around the contrast between your vibrant personality and Damnatio’s composed and intimidating demeanor. The mere suggestion of you two as a couple was met with scoffs and dismissive chuckles, thinking you just had a big fat crush on him. I assume that one day, the gossip and skepticism reached a peak one day when someone, out of sheer curiosity and a hint of disbelief, decided to approach Damnatio directly. With a mix of nervousness and curiosity, they asked him if he was actually dating you or not. To which Damnatio confirms he was in fact dating you.

Everyone in the room right now: 😮😯😦😧🫢

From that day on, you and Damnatio became the center of numerous conversations, much to his growing annoyance. It seemed like every social gathering and workplace chat had turned into a speculation fest about your relationship. Damnatio, who cherished his privacy, found the sudden attention and intrusive questions particularly irritating. He couldn’t fathom why everyone was making such a fuss over his personal life or why they felt entitled to pry into it. With that being said, the constant barrage of dramatic reactions and endless questions starts getting on his nerves—but he manages to keep it together. People approached him with an almost morbid curiosity, asking about every little detail of your relationship. It wasn’t just the questions themselves, but the persistent and invasive nature of them, that grated on his nerves. When he finally saw you again, his first concern was for your well-being. He first asks if people have been pestering you with questions, genuinely concerned about how you are handling the situation. As you sheepishly admitted that you were the one who had made the announcement, he couldn’t help but inwardly facepalm. He had suspected you as much, given your open and expressive nature. But he wasn’t angry with you or anything—just fed up with the sudden spotlight on him and you. Honestly, even if your actions sometimes leave him wondering how he would ever keep up with you, he knew he wouldn’t trade you for anything. <3

But anyway, onto the more general stuff in the relationship...

Whenever you and Damnatio take a stroll outside, your lively nature inevitably leads to spontaneous conversations with friends you bump into along the way. Each time, Damnatio stands there in silent exasperation, a stark contrast to your animated chatter. It's almost comical how he just stands there, awkward and out of place, like someone who’s been dragged into a social situation they’d rather avoid. Have you ever been friends with someone who is popular or just exceptionally talkative, and you find yourself tagging along? Then, suddenly, they strike up a conversation with someone else, leaving you to awkwardly stand by because you don’t know the other person? That’s precisely how Damnatio feels during these encounters. He stands quietly, not knowing the people you're chatting with—yet he endures it with resigned patience. Despite the slight awkwardness and his internal sighs of exasperation, he isn’t truly annoyed. It’s more of a mild exhaustion from trying to keep pace with your boundless energy and sociability. As you talk to your friend, completely oblivious to Damnatio’s predicament, your friend can’t help but notice the way Damnatio looks at you. Though his expression remains neutral, there's a softness in his eyes as he watches you—a look that speaks volumes. He listens intently to your every word, and his love for you is evident in the way he focuses on you, even in the midst of these impromptu social interactions. Your friend sees the subtle signs: the way Damnatio's eyes never leave you, the slight relaxation in his posture when he’s by your side—it’s truly an endearing sight—not that they’d ever call Damnatio out like that though.

Honestly? Damnatio might just be learning a thing or two from your happy-go-lucky nature. Your approachability, liveliness, and friendliness are traits he’s come to admire and, perhaps subconsciously, emulate when you’re around. While he’s naturally more reserved and stoic, he makes a conscious effort to be just a tiny bit less indifferent and more engaging in his interactions, at least when you’re by his side. It’s a subtle change, but it’s there. When he’s with you, he finds himself slightly softening, allowing your warmth to influence his usually composed demeanor. It's not that he transforms completely, but your presence gives him the courage to step just a little outside his comfort zone. The truth is, it’s only when you’re around that he genuinely feels a bit more relaxed and at ease. Your ability to effortlessly connect with others is something he deeply respects and tries to incorporate into his own behavior, even if it’s in small ways.

During dates, it's common for you to eagerly pick out where you'd like to go before Damnatio even gets a chance to suggest a place. These moments don't turn into arguments but rather small mini-debates that have become a ritual between you two. It's almost predictable how these debates unfold: despite your enthusiasm and creative suggestions, you often end up losing and going where he wants to go. After all, with his extensive experience in various courts and his participation in countless debates and arguments, he's hard to beat. However, the places Damnatio chooses are always worth the compromise. He prefers quiet, intimate spots with little to no people around, where the two of you can enjoy each other's company without any distractions. These serene settings, whether they are quiet cafes or hidden gardens, become the perfect backdrop for your dates. The peace and privacy allow for deeper conversations and a stronger connection, making every moment spent together feel special. Though, if I’m being completely honest, he often selects elegant, fancy restaurants for dates and reserves one of the tables outside. Under the serene light of the moon, with the night sky as your backdrop, these dinners become enchanting experiences. Despite his preference for planning, Damnatio always makes sure you get your turn in choosing the location as well. After he decides on a spot, he lets you pick the next one. This way, your dates become a balanced blend of his calm, secluded choices and your vibrant, lively ones.

Now, when it’s your turn to choose the location, things get pretty chaotic. In a good way. Maybe not so much in a good way for Damnatio, but he doesn’t have the heart to turn you down. Besides, it's your turn to pick, and he’s willing to give anything a shot if it means making you happy. This often means heading to places teeming with people and buzzing with energy, like carnivals, amusement parks, beaches, arcades, museums, and so much more. Your lively and energetic nature often leads you to choose the most exhilarating spots, and you have a particular fondness for roller coasters. Can you imagine it? Can you picture Damnatio, the epitome of stern and collected, navigating the chaos of an amusement park with you, his stoic expression unyielding even as he’s dragged from one thrill ride to the next? By the end of the day, he’s thoroughly exhausted from the countless roller coasters, the dizzying spins of the teacup rides, and the sugary overload of cotton candy you kept insisting he try. Which he did. But only because you may or may not have shoved it down his throat. Throughout these adventures, he likely keeps a straight face, his eyes only widening in surprise when the rides get particularly intense. It’s almost amusing how he maintains his calm demeanor amid the excitement and chaos you thrive in. He might be silently counting down the hours until the day ends, but he never complains. Your joy and enthusiasm are infectious, and he can’t help but be swept along in your wake. On the way home, despite being utterly drained, he glances over at you, your big smile radiating satisfaction from the day’s activities. That bright, contagious smile of yours makes everything worth it. Even though he’s tired, he knows it was all worthwhile to see you so happy. The outings might’ve left him hella drained, but they also left him with cherished memories and a deeper appreciation for the contrast you bring to his world.

So even if it means enduring a bit of chaos and exhaustion, Damnatio knows it’s a small price to pay for the happiness and love you bring into his life. ❤️❤️❤️

If you’re wondering how the tea cup rides look, they look like this:

I was giggling for a good few minutes imagining him on a teacup ride lolol😭

#damnatio kira x reader #damnatio x reader #damnatio kira #black clover x y/n #black clover x reader #black clover headcanons #I LOVE TROPES LIKE THIS SO MUCH #THIS WAS SO CUTE AND FUN TO WRITE AAAAA

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myheartalivewrites · 1 year ago

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Weekend WIP Game

Thanks for tagging my @kiwiana-writes @cha-melodius and @daisymae-12!

Rules: List your WIPs below (if you only write one fic at a time, feel free to include future WIPs/ideas!) then answer the following questions. Then, tag as many people as you have WIPs (or more).

1. WIP List: I'm definitely a one-at-a-time sort of person. I hate having unfinished WIPs hanging about, it stresses me out. That said, I've got three docs with a substantial number of words in them:

[Dark and Stormy]

[Provence] (more here)

Oxford Nights

AND there's one more WIP I've finished working on and am hoping to start posting tomorrow (ahem ahem ahem) which is not on that list but I’m counting anyway

2. Which of your WIPs is currently the longest?

[Provence] at nearly 14k

3. Which WIP do you expect will end up the longest?

Probs that one, I don’t think I’m even halfway through with it! It’s not going to be long-long though

4. Which WIP is your favourite to write/the most enjoyable to write? Why?

Oh God, I don't know. I've not worked on [Dark and Stormy] for a while, that's the one I'm most looking forward to getting back to

5. Which WIP do you find the most intimidating to write? Why?

Lol, right now [Dark and Stormy] is intimidating bc I want to change the whole beginning of it. That's why I've been putting it off for oh... nine months 😬

6. Which WIP do you experience the most self-doubt about. Why?

The one that's gonna start posting tomorrow? Mainly bc I'm worried it's too much like a devil's threesome, even though no women are involved lol

7. Which of your WIPs will you seek out a beta/sensitivity reader for? Why?

Again, tomorrow's one, which is called Twice the speed (of you and me) by the way! I've asked a couple of people to read it through for me.

8. Have any of your WIPs been struck by the curse of writer's block?

Sometimes, yeah. Mainly when I try and work stuff into the plot that I'm not that interested in or that requires a lot of world building. I've started following the Matthew Lopez philosophy about it: if it's not about Alex and Henry, it has to go. It's certainly what happened with Deep Blue, and that's how I got myself out of being blocked, by limiting anything that wasn't specifically about them.

9. Which WIP has your favourite OC? Tell us about them?

Oh, [Provence] has a character in it who I really love, she's an old friend of Arthur's, an actress in her sixties all glamour and graceful ageing, who loves Henry like a parent. Though, weirdly, she's what's got me a bit stuck on it, because I have all these ideas for what I want from her but can't quite bring myself to do the world building that comes along with that 😂

10. Which WIP is the sexiest?

Hah, lol. The threesome. Is the fandom ready for it? We'll see.

11. Which WIP is the angstiest?

Dunno, actually. Maybe [Provence], just because Alex is having his bisexual awakening and feeling all jealous at Henry's sluttiness. It's not ACTUALLY angsty though.

12. Which WIP has the best characterisation (in your humble opinion)?

Yikes, what a question! All of them, my characterisation is perfect, no notes etc.

13. Which WIP has the best scene setting (in your humble opinion)?

Oooh I love the [Provence] one. It's all lush, some super rich people's home, but with a touch of south of France rustic to it.

14. Which WIP have you worked the hardest on?

🤷‍♀️ don't think I have an answer for this one

15. Which WIP do you have the highest expectations for? Why?

Again, just... 🤷‍♀️ I always wonder about the really smutty ones, I fret over them the most and then they turn out to be really popular so...

16. Do you dream about any of your WIPs?

Not really, though they do keep me awake at night. I woke up this morning at like five and just HAD to check on the beta feedback.

17. Do any of your WIPs have particular complexities that your other fics don't?

Nah, not really. I mean, threesome mechanics? That's new, I suppose

18. Which WIP is the funniest or has the most humour?

God, no, not this question. I have zero confidence on my ability to make things funny. Like, I know there are funny bits in there, but... Oxford Nights has funny bits with Alex and Henry trying shit out I guess.

19. Do any of your WIPs contain outside POVs or a deep dive on a character other than the main ship? How are you finding that process?

Nah

20. Tell us one thing we don't know about one or more of your WIPs.

Okay, so: in one of them Henry owns a cow named MARY 😁

Tagging a meagre 4 peeps for my 4 WIPs ✌️ : @14carrotghoul @suseagull04 @happiness-of-the-pursuit and @whimsymanaged to overshare on the dash, thanks!

#wips #tag games #my writing #about me #wip #wip weekend

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feralkwe · 1 year ago

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Tagged by @icescrabblerjerky

Rules: Go to your published works on AO3 and list the first fic you ever published there, the last fic you published, any fic that you wrote for a fandom/ship only once, your favorite fic you wrote in the fandom/ship that has the most works, the fic you wish more people read, the fic you agonized over the most, the fic that sprang fully formed from your mind without any effort, and a work you are proud of—for whatever reason.

First fic I ever published was a little Dragon Age AU called Somnabulist. I'm not linking to it because I haven't read it in years, and I posted it in 2011. In it I explore the idea of an older Connor Guerrin reflecting on his life, eleven years later.

The last fic I published was a FFXIV fic, No Going Back, a Thancred/WoL smutfic which is me still drawing strings trying to get my Urianger/WoL/Thancred OT3 all on the same page.

A ship I wrote for only once was a giftfic for a Valentines exchange, Six Things, an Isabela/Bethany smutfic based on the preferences of the secret recipient. It was my first crack at femslash, one of my earliest goes at smut in general, posted in 2012, and I haven't read it in years. IDK how it holds up.

I really should consider taking some of these older ones down, LOL.

While I technically have more works in FFXIV, they're all loosely connected one shots, so the fandom I have probably written the most for is Dragon Age. My favorite fic out of that is still A Queen's Regrets, which is the Life and Times of a post-Blight Queen Cousland who makes a lot of very dodgy choices, and the fallout that has on Anders' life in DA2, as well as her own.

A work I wish more people read is literally anything I've written for FFXIV, but as I'm still new-ish in the fandom, I understand it being my least popular. If I had to pick one from it, though, it would be Favors, where Minfilia asks my WoL to check in on a grieving Urianger.

My FFXIV fic is also what I've agonized over the most, particularly Remember. I'm always worried I am going to get these voices wrong, and I find the Ancients particularly intimidating.

The one that sprang fully formed in my mind was A Queen's Regrets. I had the concept in my head and pounded it out inside of a week, though I did revise it last year to make it align with my other DA works.

A work I'm quite proud of is A Secret of Bees, a Sif/Loki fic. I'm not sure exactly why, as looking back I'm not sure I'm entirely happy with the story, but the writing style I used is a white whale I've chased ever since.

I'm not going to tag anyone, but I'd love to see what anyone else has done.

#b writes fic #my writing #my fic #tag games

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poprockrenaissance · 11 months ago

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Ragged Company

I just spent over two hours reading through a friend's blog and learning more about her intriguing life and incredible travels. She has chronicles from concerts and trips all across the globe over the past ten years, with bits of vulnerability where it mattered most. I kind of see them in a whole new light upon discovering their musings, actually. Which just reinforces the universal life lesson that always comes back around: don't judge a book by its cover. And be kind, because you never know what somebody is going through. She inspired me to get my ass out of my bed and to write... this. Is it significant? Not particularly. But some of the best advice I've been given in regards to writing is to just write something... ANYTHING. Even if its one word. One sentence. Even if its really cringey and bad... just fucking write. So here I am. There was a time when I had a blog with over 5,000 followers, which still astonishes me to this day. I was 19 and was just writing about my life almost like an open journal, with focus on body image and health. I got messages from people regularly saying how my authenticity and points of view and words helped them or inspired them. Mind you, this was 2011 before Instagram became popular and Tumblr reigned supreme. I sometimes wonder if I could ever get that many people to read what I have to say again. I found my confidence through blogging... then seemingly lost it and found it and lost it again so many times I can't pretend that I've ever known my way. (If you know that lyric, let's be friends. lol) If I found my confidence through sharing and writing, I guess I could do it again? In this current culture of social media there has never been more options. I do want to be a writer and author after all. And I process everything better through words- whether that be writing shit down or having a glorious existential conversation with a friend. I've got a lot of shit going on in my life... far more interesting and relatable than my petty boy problems and the well intentioned but problematic focus on my weight, body image, and health. And these days I am also lacking in the friend department. I just simply don't have that many people in my life anymore that are available or I'm comfortable sharing my deepest worries and thoughts with. I had to let go of a lot of people along this journey of finding myself again. So many people broke my trust in such a short amount of time. I'm finding it hard to be vulnerable. I'm scared to be myself out of fear of rejection or people leaving me. I think about people like this friend who's blog I stumbled across. She's not a close friend... I even considered referring to her as an acquaintance because we don't know each other well or talk outside of the concerts we attend or the occasional facebook interaction. But I know that was the imposter syndrome in me talking. I think she intimidates me, which prevents me from taking the time to talk to her more. I just figured she seems so cool and worldly and sure of herself... she must think I'm annoying and weird the majority of the time. But isn't that the same false narrative my mind has been trying to convince me of since basically birth? When I am going to stop listening to myself and start listening to my SELF?

I am my own ragged company, that's for sure.

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greysith · 1 year ago

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▶️ When last we left off, Regina and party were hiding in Dart's place on Nar Shaddaa. Enlin and Jeren showed up, but Regina wouldn't let them join the party. She sent them away.

⏸️ I do NOT remember the specifics of that session, except that the other players were very interested to learn about JEREN, because holy shit, what does it take to seduce Regina? There were a lot of jokes. A lot of one-upping. Remember how we called Jen and Zax Regina's Harem Troopers? GM rated them an 8 and 10 out of 10, respectively. He rated Jeren 13 out of 10, and we had recently watched Sunshine so I joked about Jeren looking like Chris Evans sooooo THAT stuck lmao. GM said Jeren is taller though, and the others baited him out – how tall? Six-foot-even? Oh, TALL tall? Six-six?

I am five-foot-two. I assume I made a face at this, and everyone laughed, and six-foot-six became canon. I don't know what possessed me to say it, I don't know if I was trying to save face or what the hell I was doing, but I was like "Joke's on you, I can write size kink."

All. Three. Men. Turned. To. Stare. And that's when they learned about my fanfic resume lmao

In the eleven years since the game started, Regina's been given more of a backstory, mostly in the form of GM and I talking about what life on Dantooine would have looked like for her, what her early relationship with Jeren looked like, and how she dealt with Deena and her parents. Aaaand I've written a number of fanfics on dares and jokes and for my own amusement. All the ones I wrote at the time have been lost because I deleted my first Tumblr blog when a thing I posted got popular (remember how notifications used to make your dashboard UNREADABLE? I nuked and paved) but some of the things GM wrote have been saved.

(If I decide to post them anywhere, you now have enough context for the ones titled Sensory and Naboo, and GM's Winning The Girl.)

▶️ So! Shortly after Enlin and Jeren leave, the party is contacted by the Hunt Saboteurs. We get a location to meet – and it's the same cantina where we met the Empress. We head out that way, Dart and G reminiscing about the Smuggler's Guild on the way there. When we get to the cantina, Regina hides because Jeren is here and she doesn't know how to deal. Dart recognizes the guy Jeren is talking to – he's a smuggler. The smuggler seems to hate Jeren but takes whatever job he's offering anyway, and the two leave together. Dart gossips, and finds out Jeren was looking for someone to transport animals. To, or from Nar Shaddaa? We don't know. But part of Jeren's job used to be stealing exotic pets away from people, including crime lords, and there are plennnnty of them on Nar Shaddaa. It sounds like he's getting himself in trouble already! Regina's torn between being proud and being worried lol

Sooo I didn't mention this, but when we first landed on Nar Shaddaa, everyone had a job to do except Regina and Vosh. Vosh is an absolute menace when he's bored, and actively trying to corrupt Regina. She's a diplomancer, he's intimidating AF, and they should nevvvver be left alone again. I don't know how they did it, but between them they come home with ownership of 103 cantinas across Nar Shaddaa. The cantina where they met the Empress? The party only went there because Regina owns it. And today, we find out the Smuggler's Guild uses this cantina.

They could use the guild's help in getting supplies to Dantooine, and refugees off of Dantooine. Aaaaand Dart's got some debts. Regina is shit at combat but she is GREAT at talking. She wins the guild's support for just three cantinas (this one included) and a bribe of 3,000 credits. I remember being willing to hand over many more cantinas, but I started low and rolled really well on my skill check lmao. The Hunt Saboteurs we have to pay 10,000 credits to hire. (I have a note in the margins here: "Thank you madam empress!" because that's where we got exactly 10k from lol)

Hey. Remember how I said Vosh is a hazard when he's bored? When we get back to Dart's place, Vosh has gotten Jekjek drunk, trying to prove he's not a droid. The room is strewn with all manner of disassembled devices – Drunk Jekjek's doing. And Vosh's plan didn't even work! Jekjek blacked out!! When he wakes up, he just looks around and asks, "Who break everything?"

Regina tells him it was Vosh's fault.

Jekjek tells Vosh to his face, "You're a very bad man."

Vosh is flattered and delighted afjdskalfds

By the way, Jekjek refers to himself in the third person and doesn't verb all his tenses correctly. GM has a specific voice for him. He's so adorable, I often forget Jawas are supposed to be stinky lmao

G isn't playing this game, though. He makes Jekjek fix all the shit he broke, which includes some things in G's room, and is why he's so pissed off about it. All we know is Jekjek was traumatized by what he had to fix in G's room. Neither of them will talk about it and no one is allowed in G's room.

A message comes through for Regina, from Jeren. It's at this point I realize just HOW surrounded Regina is by obnoxious men. Every one of them (except G and Jekjek) teases her about "checking" her "email". Even Jen and Zax! THE BETRAYAL!!! She gets so flustered she slams her door on all of them. In… in as much as you can do that with a sliding door in Star Wars.

Jeren's asking to talk to her tomorrow evening. I think I had Regina just send back "sure" lol this poor man

THEN we find out, yeah! G tortures people and he got his hands on a Sith assassin! The thing that traumatized Jekjek? The assassin is still in G's room. He learned what they know – and how they got some of their information. Apparently the Sith want the holocron back, but they believe we've left Nar Shaddaa. (Thanks, Saboteurs.) There are three Sith Lord(ish) type people orchestrating things right now. The Lord of Assassins, Lord of the Shadows, and Mistress of Pain. Their goal is as simple and complicated as conquering the galaxy, but they're also preparing and waiting for "the TRUE Sith Lord." The Sith HQ is on Korriban, but there's one of these Lord-types also on Naboo and Raxus Prime.

They also knew a lot about Regina. Apparently, she once did a tasteful photoshoot for BETA – Beings for Ethical Treatment of Animals. It was Jeren's idea, which is the only reason she did it, but the Sith assassin therefore also knew Regina's measurements, likes, and dislikes lmfao we are very mature okay

G asks Vosh if he'd also like to interrogate the Sith. When Vosh lights up, G goes and just kills the Sith. Vosh gets pissed, and G is delighted.

The next evening, Regina does go to see Jeren. She takes Jen and Zax (because they understand. They were there when Regina and Jeren were dating) and Jekjek, to keep him away from Vosh. Fasat tails her without her knowing, because EXCUSE him, HE is also her bodyguard and he will DO his JOB. She shows up where Jeren and Enlin are staying, and Enlin goes into the other room. I think Regina's people go with him

I belieeeeve I've been misremembering Jeren's first appearance in the game all this time, because my notes say THIS is when he explained what happened to him. That first time, she must have sent him and Enlin away without really hearing them out. But. Uh. He's also got photos of what happened and THAT'S traumatizing! He says when he recovered he went to see her, Dantooine was under attack. Long story short, Enlin contacted him when he entered the system, Jeren picked him up, and they went looking for Regina under the premise of smuggling animals around.

Also, he owns a PLANET? That's just a thing you can DO in Star Wars?? He gives her the coordinates to it, but it doesn't have a name yet. (11 real-life years and it's still unnamed lol we just call it Planet Jeren)

And this is when she says she mourned. But she moved on. And she doesn't know how she feels about him now. I don't know which scene hurts more – the one where she sends him away, or the one where she walks away from him.

When Regina gets back to Dart's place, she has another email from Jeren. An apology. I can only imagine what for, because I didn't write down what it said or how she replied RRRRRRR

The party decides they're gonna go check out Raxus Prime because they at least have intel on that planet. G's brothers control it! Or at least, a part of it! And they could possssssibly be talked into helping them against the Sith there. If we are very smart. And very clever.

So, we leveled and got some new skills. While we're traveling in hyperspace, Regina tries out this new telepathy thing. She picks up on the dream Jen is having. He's a child holding his brother's hand, and the village is burning. There's a man in a black cloak, silhouetted against the fire. He picks the boys up, one in each arm, and carries them away. Regina realizes it's her father, and she's seeing a memory.

Deego (The Rodian Jedi teacher they picked up? Remember him? He tends to wander off unless there's some Force Bullshit going on.) tells Regina to be responsible with her powers. She's at least a little chastised.

G calls a meeting to plan how they handle Raxus Prime. And his brothers. Dart will stay back on the ship and the rest of the party will go planetside. If we don't return or contact him in three days, he'll just take off. If we have to use some other comm system, our identifying passphrase is "Droids Are Really Terrible."

Y'know who's terrible? Dart and how he names things

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dragondemoness · 2 years ago

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Hi it's 🌼 Anon! I was wondering if I could have Akane, Ryoma, Mondo, Chihiro, ultimate imposter, and Nekomaru with a S/O thats like Komi from Komi can't Communicate? I've started watching it and I'm on the third episode 😊. I really like it so far! I was spoiled by my friend but I don't mind spoilers tbh

So,

Komi is super popular for someone with severe socal anxiety. Both girls and boys are in love with her to the point that one of her classmates kidnaps her first friend and they find him in a closet. The girl has photos of her everywhere 💀 super creepy as hell tbh. She even eats a peice of her hair- 😭.

But in the first episode or the second, the main character says he'll help Komi complete her dream of having 100 friends despite her socal anxiety. And the main character realizes that Komi may come off as intimidating but she just has a very hard time communicating with people. She has these super cute hiccups 🥺 and she has almond shape eyes that are purple 😍 (she's hella pretty) in one of the episodes I watched, Najime (everyone in the animes childhood friend) sends her to get a drink from a cafe and she makes it there but because she's too nervous to talk, the barista(?) Gives her the wrong drink and she just takes it because she can't say it's the wrong order 😭. Then she starts tearing up when they take it out of the bag and it's the wrong one 💀 (the main character uses they/them pronouns for Najime so I'm doing the same lol)

Sorry if that's super long I really like it 😭 I wanna cosplay her so bad but I need money 😡

Hope your day is going good!

Hello 🌼 anon! I am so sorry this took forever, but I do hope you enjoy this!

Akane, Ryoma, Mondo, Chihiro, Ultimate Impostor and Nekomaru with an S/O Who’s Like Komi Shouko (Komi Can’t Communicate)

Akane Owari

She finds it cool how you’re so popular, despite your social anxiety

She is a little concerned about how everyone is in love with you, but as long as they don’t do anything weird, she isn’t too bothered about it

News flash: Someone did something weird!

She found you terrified because your friend was locked in a closet, and someone eats a piece of your damn hair-?

Yeah no, Akane is done

She knocks the mothereffers out and sends ‘em straight to jail

Damn Komi’s a player

Now she keeps a close eye on anyone who gets too close to you

She finds your 100 friends goal to be a little weird, but she’ll help you achieve it if you want

When it comes to your social anxiety, she doesn’t mind helping you, but she does want to help you step out of your comfort zone

She’ll push you a little on some occasion, but not too much

It’s only because she loves you, after all

When you came back from the coffee shop, teary-eyed because the barista gave you the wrong order and you couldn’t say it was wrong

She did comfort you, but she really wants you to work on it

But she still loves you all the same, don’t worry

Ryoma Hoshi

So you’re popular, cool

He’s honestly impressed you’re so popular despite your social anxiety

He also wants you to step out of your comfort zone, but he’s alright with helping you

He doesn’t always have a lot of patience though

It’s a little uncomfortable that so many girls and boys are in love with you, but he can tolerate it as long as they’re not creepy about it

Well, until they are

Then he’s sending them straight to jail

It pissed him off, honestly

He also finds your goal to be weird, and he’ll try to help you, but he can’t promise to do a good job

Like I said before, he really wants you to step out of your comfort zone

Sometimes, he’ll straight up not help you to encourage you to talk to people

My dad’s done that to me before

Sometimes it does more harm than good

But he’s doing it out of love

The day of the “coffee shop incident,” he was a little irritated that you couldn’t tell the barista your order was wrong

But he understands it’s not easy for everyone

He still loves you all the same

Mondo Owada

You’re popular, which is cool I guess

He feels like being popular would get exhausting and annoying, but you do you

About your social anxiety, he doesn’t have any issues with it, but he also wants to push you out of your comfort zone a little bit

I feel like almost everyone would, honestly

Like Ryoma, he also doesn’t have the most patience

But anyway

He’s not a fan of so many people being in love with you, but he can tolerate it as long as they’re not weird

But then they are

He won’t hurt them if it’s a girl, but he’s still gonna get their ass arrested

He’s never gonna let that happen again

When they coffee shop incident happened, he found it a little silly, but understands it takes time

And he’ll help you however he can

Chihiro Fujisaki

He thinks you’re really cool and pretty

He wouldn’t want to be popular himself, but he loves that you are

If you enjoy it, of course

He gets a little insecure sometimes, what with having boys and girls in love with you

Makes him wonder if he’s enough for you

But you assure him that he is, and it makes him smile and hug you

But the day you had that incident with your friend and an obsessed weirdo, he was horrified

Was literally tearing up and clinging onto you

Now he has Mondo keep the creepos away from you

But anyway

He’s pretty shy himself, so he understands your struggles with talking to people

He doesn’t have social anxiety per se, but it can be difficult sometimes

He will help you the best he can though

On the day of the coffee shop incident, he just felt so bad for you

He’s had wrong orders before, but was often too shy to ask for a change

So he just held you and comforted you

He really does want to help you, because he understands how hard it can be

He just loves you so much~

Ultimate Impostor

He’s a little jealous of your popularity honestly

Due to his talent, he’s not the most popular person out there

But he’s not too bothered by it

Your social anxiety is a little frustrating though

He’ll do his best to help, but he wants to push you sometimes

For the most part, he doesn’t mind that so many people are in love with you

He does get a little self-conscious, but as long as you still love him, he can tolerate it

Except for the “friend-in-closet” incident, which pissed him the eff off

He had them arrested, and vowed to never let that happen again

Now like we said, he can get a little frustrated with your social anxiety sometimes

Like the coffee shop incident, but he didn’t get too angry about it

It can be hard, but he does want to help you

Even if he pushes you, it’s only because he loves you

Nekomaru Nidai

He thinks it’s cool that you’re popular

It did surprise him that you had social anxiety, but it doesn’t bother him

He doesn’t mind helping you, and he has much more patience than Mondo or the Impostor

He does push you sometimes, but he is gentler about it

He doesn’t mind that people are in love with you, as long as they don’t try anything

When they do, he is not happy

He’s not throwing hands, but he is throwing them in jail

Never gonna let that happen again

After the coffee shop incident, he couldn’t even be upset with you

It just made him want to help you even more

Because he loves you

#danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #danganronpa goodbye despair #danganronpa killing harmony #akane owari x reader #ryoma hoshi x reader #mondo owada x reader #chihiro fujisaki x reader #ultimate impostor x reader #nekomaru nidai x reader

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vrisrezis · 3 years ago

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I love the idea of overprotective stan x twin sister reader. How would Stan react if Team Stan + Team Craig all had crushes on his sister? Like she had no clue until they all started fighting over her and she was forced to chose. What would Stan do? Can you do headcanons? Please and thank you. 👉👈😗

God me too it’s so cute .

Stan is just like . “Oh no. OH NO NO NO NO!”

He would probably try to take you out of the situation like, his first reaction to just to straight up fucking leave lmao.

But whoever you choose; different reactions come from him.

He would generally be the most supportive if you chose Kyle or Kenny, since they’re his friends and he trusts them not to break your heart or anything. The protectiveness shines through if any pda happens though.

I also think he wouldn’t care much if you chose butters, because he’s harmless.. but he’s just like “really? Butters? You chose BUTTERS?” but he’s actually the most chill about him lol he just makes fun of you for it.

With cartman, he seriously has to ask why you even chose him. Like honestly? Why? He’s not overly protective in this situation since they’re technically friends, but it’s cartman so he of course will be wary about him hurting you. He makes it very clear to Eric that if he does anything to hurt you he’s done for, it’s like the only time your brother is actually intimidating.

He’s also pretty chill with Jimmy since he’s friends with him too and he’s a nice kid. It’s honestly hard to go wrong with Jimmy. He still has his moments of protectiveness, but it’s rare since Jimmy is wholesome.

A little iffy on token because “dude that’s the guy that DATED Wendy” but otherwise he’s chill about it because token is nice :). Sometimes though he’s like >:( when you two hold hands or something but he’s just being petty.

Tweek he’s rather curious about. Isn’t he annoying? Or like.. overwhelming at the very least? He doesn’t get it, though to be fair he’s too self absorbed to worry about people he isn’t the closest to. He finds him pretty harmless so he doesn’t care, but he certainly lets him know not to hurt you.

Clyde he’s very iffy on, a lot more protective when it comes to Clyde. Especially when I imagine him being more flirty with his s/o so .. some issues may transpire and he may be a bit dramatic about it in randy fashion.

And finally, Craig. While the fandom plays up the “rivalry” they have a bit too much and that I imagine them being somewhat friends, I do think he’s very protective with Craig. Maybe some sort of jealousy of him being more popular than him, or something. But yeah is totally dramatic and doesn’t trust him.

#Stan x reader #sp x reader #Stan marsh x reader #South Park x reader

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asstrolo · 4 years ago

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astro notes while I wait for my appointment at 7:00 to wrestle with my self-loathing

(These are based off strictly of people i know, and my own placements, things i noticed from people around me like my friends and family, so if something doesn’t add up to your placement that’s ok! They are all based on individual people that happen to have these placements)

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contrary to popular belief, air moons are not extroverted, like any air placement, they need their space, what they really like is the attention they get from groups of people, they really don’t need nor want to be around that many people, they’re way in their own head to socialize for long periods of time

sixth house stelliums really aren’t lucky in work lol, they don’t really get along with jobs and might have problem finding one that they like even if they are fully capable of it, since these people are so anxious and perfectionist, finding a job that they are sure they like and will be perfectly fine in it’s complicated, they always find flaws, in everything, if they don’t like something they just leave, in the worst cases they stay in an unhappy job because they might think they’re not fit for anything else, perfect doesn’t exist! you’ll never get it, guys!

water risings are as difficult as you might think, these people are more introverted and they have no issue with being on their own, they are very independent people, i think it’s because vulnerability, to some extent, gave them self-assurance, could be painfully self-aware or incredibly self-victimizing; scorpio risings are super well-put together, they always seem to have everything under control, even if they are crumbling down, pisces risings are always a little bit disconnected from their surroundings, sadly, this is why some people just forget they were there in the first place, they can be super quiet, cancer risings are scarier than people think, their emotions are up and down, they can get very defensive one moment and detach completely the next

i personally think all cardinal risings are like this, they go from 0 to a 100 really fast, libra risings go from being polite and friendly to being very cold-hearted and a little bit mean, aries risings go from energetic and enthusiastic to bursting out crying for something they said was no big deal, capricorn risings can go from having a plan, being super ambitious to laying on the floor, thinking of how nothing in this life has any meaning and money is just a fabricated lie capitalism sells you so you would work therefore gaining the right to have a roof under your head, food and clean water

I've read a lot about second house stelliums but I personally haven't met a person with this stellium that is rich per say, they know how to get enough money to sustain their needs and specially things they DON'T need, but these people can become lazy and they might even stop working for a while to relax until they have no more money, it's true that they can get it easily but these people rely too much on comfort, you'll need to be more consistent guys lol

virgo venus are super kind to people and they always try to help them in every way they can, if the person has a fire sun, they might be the kind to do things for you but also tell you everything they did for you lol, if they have a water sun, their love is shown more quietly, they want to show that they care but they might not know how to do it, if they have an earth sun they are exactly what you think, their way to say I love you is correcting your mistakes, helping you grow more mentally than emotionally, that's the ultimate show of affection from them, if they have an air sun, they're not as given in the way of "I'll do the laundry for you" they'll want you to be as independent as you can be, to like your own things, it can seem detached, but for them, help comes from showing you their own experience and help you like that

Lilith in the eight house makes a person unforgettable, i don't really know what it is, but they are completely different from their own group of friends so they stand out, the only person that i know of has this placement is also a seventh house and eight house stellium so that's why people can't forget them probably

it's true, everybody with Mercury dominant in a chart or as a chart ruler (having virgo and gemini rising) are really good at writing, other things also help like mercury-ASC, or mercury and jupiter in air signs, in air houses, but I think those people specifically understand the power that writing has and they can make such beautiful art from it, I'm a little biased because my friend has a virgo rising and all she writes it's very beautiful, it's the mercurial influence!!!1!1!

scorpio stellium people, be careful with the intensity of your emotions, they can harm you if you're too extremist, this is a personal advice, tho, but please, before deciding to have kids be mindful that you can become very possessive towards them, this goes for scorpio/pluto/mars in the fifth house, too! You can become way too attached to your kids that you won't let them breath, be too mean to them or to intimidating can also happen, they can think of you as very authoritarian, so be careful! I've read once that kids are scared of someone with mars in the fifth house when they first meet them, and i have all those placements!

the way virgo women have me in a chokehold i love them so very much, that's it

Paramore's After Laughter is the perfect example to say that capricorns use the worst things and feelings in their life to do something beautiful with that, they use bad things to make them into something pretty, but, not in like a positivity way lol, it's in a very deceitful way, almost like tricking you to believe that, even if what they're feeling or what happened was awful, they're still happy and positive, is like "yes this is toxic positivity, i know, and i want you to be worried of how much I can't open up so I'll have to fake it" because god forbids a cardinal sign being weak in any way shape or form, i could talk about this thing they do for hours!!! it's so interesting

aries venus 🤝 scorpio venus

being perfect for each other somehow

*****

That's it now you can leave 🤠👍🏻

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wienerbarnes · 4 years ago

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Italian Heart

Pairing: Bucky x Italian!MobBoss!Reader

Word Count: 4,867

Warnings: canon level violence, possible inaccurate italian slang lol

A/N: ive been watching a lot of the sopranos lately and i feel like ive never seen a bucky x mob boss reader au (ive only rlly seen em where buckys the mob boss. if there are ones where reader is the mob boss PLS SEND EM TO ME I BEG) a lot of the slang and mob stuff here is from sopranos bc... im not in the fucking mafia so forgive me anyway enjoy :)<3

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Bucky’s never seen a woman quite like yourself.

Dressed in expensive satin and jewelry that hangs between your breasts, an angry look on your face at the fact you’re sitting before him and Sam in an interrogation room in the tower. Freshly done nails, clean and crisp lipstick, spicy perfume, and an expression of annoyance.

As put together as you look, you don’t look like someone to be fucked with. Which, he supposes is good for a mobster; the Boss of Newark.

Looking at you, though, he’d never thought you to be such a figure of intimidation. While the mafia is still alive, despite how the media tries to deny this, he always pictured an old Italian man that chain smokes cigars. He doesn’t think he’s too far off, to his credit; he can smell the remnants of smoke on you.

“Mind if we make this fast? My cousin’s comin’ for dinner and I was gonna make ziti.” You huff, crossing your legs under the table.

“Sounds delicious. Sorry for dragging you all the way out here.” Sam says, a calm look on his face even though he’s well aware of what you’re capable of.

When hunting down the last traces of the super soldier serum, he never thought Nick Fury himself would suggest getting in touch with you. He didn’t think it was worth the time to question how the two of you knew each other.

Theft. Drugs. Murder. Bribery. The list goes on, and there’s not a single thing that ties you to any of it.

A shrug of your shoulders, “So, what exactly is this about?” You ask.

“What is it that you do for a living?” Sam asks.

“I work in waste management.” You respond, a rehearsed answer.

Not exactly a lie, the environmental facility you manage is one of hundreds of covers used by your crew for your crimes. Environmental facilities, deli shops, strip clubs, auto shops. There isn’t a business in Jersey you aren’t tied to.

“Waste management? Like, garbage disposal?” Bucky asks, knowing exactly what it is you do for work.

You smirk, “Yeah, we dispose of garbage sometimes. What’s that got to do with me being here?”

“It’s to my understanding that you’re in the business of… buying and selling things. You and… the people you hang around got a real knack for it.” Sam tells you.

Bucky holds back a roll of his eyes. More like stealing and selling. Expensive Italian suits, antique watches, cars, electronics, illegal cigars. Who knows what else.

“I don’t know where you heard that… but I’m a popular gal, maybe I know a guy who might know a guy. What are you lookin’ for?” You ask.

You know this game, after being in the mob for so long. After being a part of your own crew for years, your patience and hard work paid off, working your way up to a captain and finally a boss. It didn’t take you long to learn in this business that government officials are jokes. Always wanting to bust my balls and then come crying to my corner for help, it’s a bunch of ugatz.

“Serums.” Bucky finally speaks.

A laugh escapes you, “What, like vitamin C?” You teasingly smirk at him.

His chair makes a loud sound in the small room as he pushes it back harshly and stands, resting his hands on the table in between the two of you. You don’t flinch.

“Enough with the bullshit. Super serums. To create super soldiers. We need to get them before they end up in the wrong hands and make a big ass mess.” He snaps at you, but you don’t seem phased in the slightest. In fact, you seem rather amused.

“You must have a lot of agita with all that anger, Sergeant Barnes.”

He doesn’t hold back this time and rolls his eyes before you speak up again, “Your first name is James, isn’t it? Ain’t that Italian?”

“No, it’s English. Or Scottish. Or Jewish - I don’t know, who cares? Are you gonna help us or not?” Bucky takes his seat again, crossing his thick arms over his broad chest.

“What’s in it for me?” You ask, leaning back in your chair.

“Not being arrested for all the shit we know you’re caught up in.” Sam offers.

You roll your own eyes this time, “I’ll take my chances. Thanks for wasting my time, boys, don’t let it happen again.” You stand, prepared to make your way back to the train station to go back to Jersey.

“Wait,” Sam stops you, “What is it that you want?”

You smile innocently and take your seat again, taking a minute to think before answering, “My little sister’s a big fan of yours. I’m sure she and all her friends would think it’s cool if you showed up to her prom as her date.” You wink at Sam.

Silence fills the room as the men think about your request.

“You’re gonna do it, right?” Bucky looks over at him and sees Sam rubbing the crease in between his eyes. He was expecting you to ask for immunity, protection, money, guns. But after hearing your request, he supposes you have enough of all that stuff anyway.

“Man -” Sam begins to refuse.

“Sam, it’s a fucking school dance in exchange for some of the most powerful and sought after serums on the planet - go to the fucking prom.” He tells him, eyebrows scrunching in confusion as to how he would hesitate on something so simple.

“She’s eighteen, so you won’t have any problems with the media or none of that.” You add, the information not really making Sam feel any better.

“Alright, alright, fine. I’ll go to the dance with your sister if you help us get these serums.”

You smile, happy to have done business with the two men, “What information do ya got for me?”

…

Bucky and Sam wait outside a back room in the facility you own. They passed the garbage trucks parked neatly outside, but could hear your screaming and the smell of Cuban cigars as soon as they entered the building.

She’s with a customer, they were told, by someone in your crew, them meeting Bucky’s expectations for mobsters more than you did. None of them ask any questions, but Bucky and Sam aren’t stupid, they’re sure your crew is aware of what’s going on and know the exact reason they’re there.

“You’re a fuckin’ asshole, you know that? The Bible says, Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit -”

“You listen to me, you take your Bible and your quotations book and shove it up your fat fucking ass! Now get the fuck out of my face!”

Bucky can’t help but scoff listening to you scream at whoever’s inside. Sam elbows him, silently telling him that now isn’t the time to find your work funny, especially not in front of the rest of your crew.

Bucky knows he’s old-fashioned, and while things that were taboo such as body modifications or certain fashion styles don’t phase him anymore, he doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to hearing a woman talk like that. He doesn’t think he’s ever even heard anybody talk like you do.

Suddenly a man bursts out of the room, huffing and puffing, and you walk slowly behind him, as if to make sure he makes it outside okay.

“Grab his plate for me, will you?” You say not to anyone in particular, voice smooth and calm as if you hadn’t been yelling and threatening that man’s life for the past twenty minutes.

One of the men from your crew follows outside, seemingly to collect the license plate of the man who just left.

“Nothing’s gonna happen to that guy, right?” Sam asks as he and Bucky enter the room, taking a seat in front of the desk you have in there. He knows there’s no point in asking, that you’ll do whatever you want regardless because it’s obvious you’re passionate about receiving respect, but it was worth a shot.

“Is that what you came all the way to Jersey to ask me? Christ, I’m fuckin’ starving, you boys want anything to eat?” You ask, accent heavy as you reach into the side drawer of your desk and pull out what seems to be some kind of meat wrapped in paper.

“Gabagool?” You offer to them, picking out a slice for yourself and placing it in your mouth.

“Gesundheit.” Sam responds.

“It’s pork, you asshole.”

Bucky silently reaches over and picks off a slice of the cured cold cut, putting the meat in his mouth and savoring the flavor. While he can’t stand the way you make a living or the sailor’s mouth you have, he loves Italian food, and actually chose a neighborhood in New York that has plenty of traditional cold cut markets and restaurants to live in in order to fulfill his cravings.

“There’s a big party staged downtown this weekend, we think that’s when the drop is going to happen.” Sam tells you, bringing the focus to their reason for coming here in the first place.

“I’ll send one of my boys.” You reply in between your chews.

“That wasn’t the deal. The deal was you get the serums.” Bucky speaks up.

“Buck, you know how many people want her dead?” Sam tries to reason.

“What the fuck do I have a crew for then? - No, if pretty boy wants me to do it myself, then I will. The same people that want my head are the same fucks who are terrified to be within twenty feet of me in fear they’ll make eye contact. I’m not scared of nothin’.” You say, narrowing your eyes at Bucky.

“What did you guys come here to talk about?” You ask.

Sam looks confused at your expression, “...To go over the plan? Hash out details? So you know how everything’s gonna go?”

“I’ll be fine; I’ve seen The Godfather once or twice,” You tell him, wrapping up the cappo, after Bucky picks off one last slice, and replacing it in the drawer, “Don’t worry Captain, this ain’t my first rodeo. I’ll get the serums for you.” You open a different drawer and pull out a cigar and a lighter.

Bucky watches as you place the large cigar in between your red-painted lips, bringing the flame of your lighter to the end and hollowing your cheeks until smoke exits from the corner of your mouth. Bucky feels blood travel south as his eyes glaze over your hand grab the cigar out of your mouth and blow out a long string of smoke.

“I guess we’ll be in touch then,” Sam stands and Bucky follows after.

“My sister’s wearing blue, so find yourself a nice tie.” You call out, lifting your feet up to cross them on the desk, dress rising and showing your legs.

Bucky blushes, and then laughs as he exits when he hears you, in a deep and more exaggerated accent than your own, “Just when I thought I was out… they pull me back in!”

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The morning of the party, Sam and Bucky pick you up from your house, planning to take you into New York to discuss final details before tonight.

You get in the passenger seat, Sam offering it to you and climbing in the backseat. As Bucky begins to drive off, your phone rings.

“I told you to leave that.” Bucky says, telling you explicitly to leave electronics here to prevent anyone finding out where you are, and also to avoid any distractions.

“Wanted to see what you’d about it, Sarge,” You wink at him, pulling out a flip phone and answering the call.

“Yeah… Uh huh… He what? Are you fucking kidding me?... Alright… Tell him not to move a fucking muscle.” You hang up, slamming the phone closed.

“Stop at the facility for a sec, I gotta take care of something.” Bucky sighs and turns away from the route to head to your facility.

“Bucky’s going to be going with you tonight, by the way, he’ll be in disguise. Just in case anything goes wrong.” Sam tells you, not really caring anymore about having to make a stop for you to take care of whatever business you need to take care of.

Your only response is a hum as Bucky can feel the anger radiating off your now tense body.

You slam the car door shut as Bucky parks behind a garbage truck outside, not even waiting for him to fully put the car in park before you exit.

Him and Sam follow quickly behind you to see what’s going on. You enter through a side door that leads to a large room, a garage for the trucks, Bucky assumes.

There’s a large truck inside, and racks of suits wrapped in plastic scattered around. A younger man stands near the truck as your crew peruses around the racks, he couldn’t be older than twenty-five years old. Your heels click on the ground as you approach, slowing down as you glance between the suits and the young man. Bucky and Sam hang around a few feet behind your trail.

You stop, fuming, staring at the man before you speak, “You wanna tell me what the fuck happened?”

“I -” He begins, but you cut him off, raising an open hand at him.

“Actually, I don’t even want to hear your fucking voice right now. Because if what I heard you did is true; if what you did to Vinny’s guy is true, you’re gonna be a fuck load of trouble.”

“Can I -”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“But -”

“I said shut the fuck up, Christopher! What part of that don’t you understand?” You yell, and even Bucky feels intimidated.

You turn to your crew, “What the fuck happened.” You demand, more than ask.

“Kid says he tried to take the truck, Vinny’s guy had a gun that fell outta the seat, went off, shot him.” One of the men summarizes, not looking up from the rack of suits.

You raise a manicured hand to pinch between your eyes, “You keep me skinny, Christopher, with all the fucking stress you cause me.”

“Would you let me explain?” He tries.

“If you don’t do as I told you and shut your fucking mouth, you’re gonna be buried with two assholes,” You threaten before continuing.

“They were fuckin’ suits! All you had to do was take the truck! How did you fuck that up -” You stop yourself and sigh, attempting to calm yourself down.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re gonna take all this shit, you’re gonna take it back to Vinny, and you’re gonna tell him what happened yourself.” You finish.

“Marone!” He exclaims, rubbing his face with his hands.

“Enough with the theatrics! You’re lucky I don’t put a bullet in your ass! Now, I don’t see you grabbing that rack and that rack and that rack and putting it back in the truck!” You wave your arms around the room.

The kid sighs and begins grabbing the racks one by one and rolling them back in the truck.

“Would it be such a shame if they all went back?” An older man from your crew asks, already wearing one of the expensive suits. You scoff and laugh.

“Bucky, pick yourself somethin’ nice for tonight,'' You turn to face him, and he jumps at the sound of your now calmer voice being directed at him, as opposed to the harsh one used on Christopher, “On me.” You wink.

...

Sam and Bucky sit on the bed and watch as you get ready. A small apartment near the party that’s already been swept for bugs. A favor, you called it, from someone you know.

They don’t question it.

“You and Bucky will go in together and I’ll be waiting at a secondary location watching and listening to everything.”

Bucky can’t tear his eyes away from your dress. A mermaid dress, he thinks it is, black and tight and hugging you in all the right places, curving around your ass and sleeveless at the top, allowing you to show off a nice necklace and your cleavage. It’s an understatement to say that he’ll enjoy accompanying you tonight, even if it’s in a costume.

His mother probably would’ve loved it if he would’ve gotten with someone like you. Someone who loves their family, a spitfire that wouldn’t take any of his shit, and whose god damn gorgeous. She might’ve had to wash your mouth out with soap, though.

“So, why is Bucky goin’ again?”

“Safety.” Bucky answers.

“Is he going for my safety or am I going for his?” You tease, finishing the last few curls of your hair, smoke coming from the iron after each time you pull your hair away from it.

“Once you find our guy, get talking with him and see if you can get him to make you an offer,” He begins.

“One I can’t refuse?”

“Then, you’ll try and get him alone, see if he’ll show you the serums, and once you do, we’ll be taking care of the rest.” Sam finishes explaining.

Bucky plucks a box from his pocket and opens it to reveal a pair of diamond earrings. One, a camera, and the other, a microphone. You’re also given a comm to hide in your ear so both him and Sam can hear everything and you can hear them.

“Easy - peasy.” You respond.

The ballroom is lively, loud music and people everywhere, and Bucky attunes all the action overwhelming him to a sweat and not that fact that you’re pressed up against him, his arm wrapped around your waist.

About a hundred different people come up to greet you, asking about your family, offering you drinks and food. Bucky can see right through all of them though; they’re all putting on the act out of fear. Everyone’s attention is on you, and Bucky’s sure if he wasn’t in disguise right now, no one would even notice.

You bring him to the middle of the crowd and he can’t be surprised when you start to dance with him, pulling at his arms to get him to loosen up. He complies, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close as the two of you move together.

“I’ll let you know when I spot him.” He tells you, voice causing goosebumps to rise on your neck; goosebumps that he notices but doesn’t point out.

It only takes a song or two before he spots who he’s looking for and sends you over, making sure your com is on, and choosing to stick by the bar, giving him a good view of you and allowing himself a break of having your body pressed against his.

He’s impressed listening to you talk to this guy, voice smooth and sultry, yet still commanding.

He knows there was a lot of talk when you took position as boss; not a lot of people in the mob took you seriously and didn’t think you or a woman in general would be good in that kind of position in power. So, you use that to your advantage to get shit done, and Bucky applauds you for that.

It’s not long before the guy offers to go somewhere more private to discuss business and Bucky follows far behind, Sam praising you through the coms from where he waits in the car outside, watching through the camera in your earring.

Bucky waits outside of a closed office door upstairs, listening to the conversation through the coms but hearing your exclamation through the door when the guys give you his asking price.

“5 mil each?! What do you take me for, some kinda stunad?”

“Take it or leave it.”

“Take it or leave it, yeah, I can put a bullet between your eyes and take it, alright.”

“Stop messing around and take the offer, it’s not real anyway!” Sam tells you, not wanting to lose their chance on the serums.

You ignore him prioritizing your need for respect over the stupid mission, “How do I know these aren’t Kool-Aid pouches poured in glass bottles?”

“Well, I’m certainly not going to test ‘em out for you.” The guy scoffs.

“Stronzo. You’re outta your fucking mind offering me that.”

“I’ll lower the price for you if you give me a little dance, how ‘bout that?”

“Vaffanculo.” You curse at him.

“Up yours, lady!” He yells back, and Sam sees through the camera, he grabs at you.

“Buck, get in there.” Sam tells him, and it only takes Bucky a second to kick open the door.

He’s a bit taken aback when he not only sees the case of serums out on the table, but you holding the man bent over the small table in the middle of the room next to the serums, gun held to the back of his head.

He very quickly decides that you’re fine and moves to grab the serums, closing the case and holding it securely in his left hand.

“Don’t kill the guy.”

You stay silent and Bucky looks at you again. He can almost see the steam coming out of your ears and he notices a small cut on your cheek bone. He looks down to the man’s cowering figure and notices a large ring on his hand.

You mumble something in Italian to the man, a threat of some kind that Bucky can guess given how the man shuts his eyes and shakes a bit under your hold. Sam finally enters the room, military grade handcuffs in hand.

“Feds are on their way, get her out of here.” He tells Bucky.

You slowly lift the gun off the man’s head and stand up straighter, walking over to brush past Bucky in the direction of the back door.

He makes eye contact with Sam and gives him a nod before following after you, watching as you scrunch up the bottom of your dress to replace the gun in an ankle holster. Once outside, he stops you under a street light near the car and raises his hand to look at your cheek.

“We gotta get going,” You swat at his hand.

“You’re still bleeding.” He says, using his thumb to brush away the line of blood, smearing a red tinge on your skin.

He looks into your eyes and for a second he sees the tough exterior drop. The face of someone who got smacked across the cheek all for mouthing off at some asshole.

Your vulnerability doesn’t last long, though, as you sniff and walk towards the car, opening the passenger door and sitting inside before Bucky can make it over there to open the door for you.

The drive back to the apartment is silent, and Bucky doesn’t know what to do or say to fill the silence. Stepping into the apartment, you immediately go to change and collect your things. Bucky moves to the bathroom to look for a first aid kit of some kind.

He meets you in the room and you’re now in cotton pants and a large t-shirt, sandals on your feet showing the bright red color of your toenails and the lines indented in your skin from how tight your heels were. You’re hanging up the dress and zipping it back in the cover when Bucky drops the first aid kit on the bed.

“Christ, it’s only a small cut.” You mumble.

“Just - Let me, would you?”

He takes out the liquid of disinfectant and soaks a cotton pad, cleaning off your cheek bone with it before covering it with healing ointment and a bandaid.

You don’t thank him when he finishes and he huffs as he closes the kit, “When do you drop the act, huh?”

“I don’t.”

“Really?” Bucky asks in annoyed disbelief.

“No. People tend to try and have me whacked when I drop the act.”

He sighs, “So, what, nobody ever takes care of you? Treats you? You don’t have any days off? Time to be yourself?”

“This lifestyle doesn’t really allow me to have days off, Sergeant Barnes.” You snap, gathering the dress in your hands and turning to face him completely.

“Take me home, I’m tired and my feet hurt.”

You leave him in the room and he waits an extra few seconds before dropping the conversation and following you out.

...

Bucky opens the back door to the environmental facility with his right hand and sees the door to your office open, you and your crew sitting together surrounded by cigar smoke and he can hear a TV on.

“Sir, please step into the vehicle.”

“Like the cop would be callin’ this asshole Sir if the fuckin’ cameras weren’t around!” You wave a hand at the TV, not yet seeing Bucky standing there.

He finds it funny that the gnarliest criminals - the literal Mafia - spend their time watching shitty, scripted cop shows.

It’s been about two weeks since the mission with you where you retrieved the serums. Sam went to prom with your sister five days ago, which was hilarious for him, especially when he got photo prints of different sizes in the mail at his apartment. He didn’t bother thinking about how you found his address.

One of the men sitting next to you glances his way and sees him standing there, smirking at the vision of him; hair combed slightly back and to the side, and a large bouquet of flowers in his right hand and a small paper box in his left.

“You got company, Boss.” He says.

You look over to the doorway and your jaw drops in an open-mouthed smile.

“Look at googootz! Now this is a man that knows how to treat a lady, are you boys paying attention?” You tease, scurrying over to him and pinching one of his cheeks, resting your free hand on his large bicep to guide him into the room, the rest of your crew ushering out to give the two of you privacy.

“What’s in the box?”

“Cannoli.”

You throw your head back with an exaggerated moan, “You know the way to an Italian woman’s heart, Sergeant Barnes. What’s with all the gifts?”

“Thought I’d treat you.” Is all his response is.

You narrow your eyes at him and stand up a little straighter, crossing your arms over your chest.

The last conversation before he dropped you off that night hasn’t escaped his mind. He understands the difficulties of life - how it’s hard to find time for yourself among the busy schedule that is existing. He catches himself sometimes, too, forcing his body to run with no sleep, burning through all of his energy until he’s completely drained and blaming it on life.

But life’s not always like that. Life allows for days off. For treats. For a bit of kindness. And Bucky’s come to show you just that.

“What, a beautiful woman like you never received flowers and pastries before?” He says, taking a half-step forward to be close enough to look you closer in the eyes.

“Are you flirting with me?” You whisper in amusement.

His eyes glance away from yours to look down at your red-painted lips. He gives you a shy smirk, really turning up the charm. For a big, bad, boss, you’re pretty easy to break down.

“Let me take you out tonight.”

“Maybe I’ve got plans.”

“Cancel ‘em.”

“What makes you think you’re worth canceling plans for?”

“Why don’t you trust me and find out?”

“You should know by now, Sergeant Barnes, that I don’t trust.”

He doesn’t respond for a moment, setting the box of cannoli on your desk before reaching his now free hand up to your face, using his finger to brush away a stray hair and push it behind your ear.

He then takes a hold of one of your hands, turning it over to place a kiss on the top of it, before wrapping your fingers around the flowers in his other hand, forcing you to take them.

“No restaurant you’ve been to a hundred times over, no drama, no business. Just a man trying to treat a lady.” You look down at the flowers before meeting his eyes again.

“I get to pick the place.”

“No.”

“The kind of food.”

“No.”

“The -”

“No. Let me take care of everything.” Bucky insists, determined to get you to give up control for the first time in what he can only imagine has been a very long time.

Bucky knows better than anyone how terrifying it is to give up control. It was terrifying when he was forced to give up control, his free will taken away from him in the war for decades upon decades, but it’s terrifying even now when he has to do it as a free man. It makes a person vulnerable. When was the last time you were allowed to be vulnerable for somebody?

“I’m gonna pick you up here at six. Wear something nice and leave the executive attitude at home.” He finishes, leaving you with the flowers and cannoli before returning back outside, ignoring the stares he receives from you crew who wait patiently outside your office.

He feels your eyes follow him at the door, and he can’t wait to sweep you off your feet tonight.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes mob au #bucky barnes x mobboss!reader #mob au #marvel #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes oneshot #even tho bucky wants her to give up control we all know he prob likes being yelled atin italian #and that the real reason he wants to take you out

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luxites · 3 years ago

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do you have advice for finding manufacturers for charms n zines please

hi! honestly I just kinda look around twitter and various searches to see what people bring up! (etc. searching [manu name] and setting the twitter search to only people I follow, since a lot of them make merch)

I want to know if their experiences were good or bad, or if there's a kind of manu I should avoid. The How To Be A Con Artist tumblr is also good at having charm reviews and info on other merch.

I'm putting everything else under a read more just so it doesn't get too long on someone's dash!

I went with Vograce for my first charm experience tho cuz

EDIT 2/3/2022: I tried out another manu and actually liked them a lot better than Vograce (especially for my art style), so I'm using them from this point forward. I could do a post comparing the two manus I tried if people are interested and my reasons why?

but whoops all of the info below this cut are kinda out of date! but the color advice still stands!

it was a manu name I already knew about since I followed artists who used it

I had a couple of friends who were able to vouch for their quality and use them regularly

the good experiences I found outnumbered the bad

They appealed to me cuz of the discounts for quantity

I liked how they offered the clasps/straps as well (So, I didn't have to worry about finding and ordering those accessories and attaching them myself.)

NOTE THO: it's based in China, so shipping is kinda pricey depending on how much you get, and it'll take a while for them to get to you. Here's the notes I kept for my first test run

Vograce has a lot of options (to make things easier too, here's the tumblr post of a pic I took of the first charms I made) I really liked how they came out, just keep CMYK in mind and how printing will always be kinda darker (or lead to some colors being more saturated)

The charm looks a lil off shape wise cuz oops I took this pic an angle- but you can see how much darker his hair and clothes came out on the charm, so I colored the chibi with that in mind. It's good to test printing at home on just regular printer paper in color if it's possible. I printed and cut them out on the sizes I was thinking about ordering for them, and it really helped me decide.

(Anyway yes I love Vograce so far.... I just need to finish drawing more chibis to do a bigger order and hopefully set up a store/find audience....)

I know that ZapCreatives and Inkit Labs are other popular options for people. I've been in zines that have used either Zap or Vograce (or both depending on the kind of charm they want!). There's also people who go on Alibaba to find manufacturers, and while I know at least two manufacturers people use there, the process seems kinda intimidating and confusing to me. I also can't vouch for the quality of those manufacturers or know anyone personally who used them and liked it- so it'd be pretty weird for me to name them! (Vograce used to be only on Alibaba, but I think them having their own website now makes everything easier)

FOR ZINES-

I've only had experience as a participant and not a moderator, but I've been in zines that have used Lulu, Mixam, or PrintNinja. I know there's a few others, but their names slip my mind rn. I really like PrintNinja's quality btw, but they require a minimum of 250 so that's a lot..... It's also very expensive, so I really only see them used for collaborative zines with multiple artists/writers VS an individual

Lulu is....... lol it's fine. I use it to buy hardcover copies of my senior thesis. It's alright, but I'd like to try other places since Lulu didn't have a lot of paper options from what I remember. I usually don't know the kind of zine manufacturers the zines I've been have specifically used aside from a few (it's not something really brought up in the servers). I think their perfect bound and saddle-stitched bound books are good! I'm just not really a fan of how their hardcover feels.

I also know people that had a really bad experience through Mixam and had to switch to another manufacturer, even though I've seen others have good experiences with them. So it all depends...... I do need to look more into zine printing eventually....

I'm sorry I couldn't provide more info for the zine part of your question! but thank u for asking me and I hope that I at least said a few helpful things for you!

#arminiloveyou #ask #merch stuff #vograce #charms #idk what else to tag this with hhmmm #hope some of this was helpful!!

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vigsilantes · 3 years ago

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did you find it hard to get started writing for him since the show is between seasons? i know fics for him were crazy popular a few months ago while the show was on but it's cooled a bit since it's not on right now. obviously there's still a fandom for him and your fics are doing really well! how did you jump in? i wanna write for him but i'm intimidated and worried about fics flopping lol.

oooh that’s a good question, this is gonna be a long answer haha. so yes and no, it is hard but it also isn’t? first of all, i’ve been writing fics since i was a teen, so i’m kinda-ish used to how to write. i haven’t written in years but idk recently i just got inspired bc of adrian so i started writing again and i’m having soooo much fun. but okay, yes, so since we only have so much material to work with from s1 it is kinda hard, there is such a limited amount of content so a lot of it is just up to imagination. also i’ve rewatched the show like too many times, an embarrassing amount of times, so i have a fairly decent understanding of his character and it’s kinda easy for me to picture things i’d like to see of him.

but if you want to start writing i say do it!! it’s so much fun to get your ideas out and create stuff about adrian. let’s face it, he’s such a fun, complex character, so there’s a lot of things that can be written about him! and who cares if you flop, you get into a groove of how to write / what to write about and you’ll grow as you keep writing!! don’t get me wrong i was worried about the same thing when i started, flopping sucks, and sometimes it can bog you down, but as long as you write something and had fun with it, who cares?! some of my own favorite fics that i wrote aren’t as popular as others, so it just depends on the stuff you write and you’ll get a handle on what people want to see as you continue writing. but to me, i love seeing the growth in my own writing, like from my first adrian fic to my newest i can already see improvements in the way that i write for him, and even for the rest of the peacemaker crew, so that’s what i’m mostly happy about!!

now as far as jumping into writing for him, when i first started, i just opened a doc and wrote down little ideas of things i would want to see with adrian/see him do with the reader, and it’s helpful to watch the show sometimes while you write too, just so you really can get a grasp on who you’re writing for! but you’ll see how as you write those ideas down, more ideas pop into your head and it just snowballs into something you can eventually write about.

whew, anon, this was fucking long, but i hope this was kind of helpful in some way?!?? and i hope you start writing!! i’m loving how close the vigilante fandom is right now and i would def love to see new writers for him :)

#adrian chase #vigilante

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ryuichirou · 5 years ago

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Okay I kind of want that essay now on Levi being a cutie just so I can see the manga caps 🥺 hope you’re having a good day! ❤️❤️ your art is stunning btw 💕

Thank you for your kind words about my art!

You want an essay – you get an essay! ❤️ Thank you very much for being interested in my long posts! And I’m sorry it took so long.

So yeah, why I think Levi is cute and how manga canon supports this claim.

This argument might sound subjective, but I feel like Levi resembles a cat a lot.

His personality, his movements, his body proportions: he is muscular and very strong and agile, but he also looks rather slim and almost elegant when he moves. He’s very fast and extremely strong, but he is also very small.

He looks aloof at first, but he likes talking to others from time to time. Sometimes he’s even too talkative. You can notice this type of behaviour in cats too from time to time, when they’re just present in a room just because all the people gathered there. That’s a silly comparison, but facts about Levi here can stay anyway.

I feel like people usually see him as someone who’s strict and somehow aggressive, but this isn’t quite the case. He’s caring, he’s tender, he often thinks about how people around him feel both physically and mentally.

Sometimes he doesn’t know how to express that he cares, but those close to him just know that, and they know what he’s trying to say.

I love this scene for a lot of reasons, but Erwin’s little laugh as a reply to Levi’s threat is my best thing ever: he KNOWS what Levi’s trying to say and that Levi’s worried.

Ok this is a very sad start of the post lol, let’s continue with something more fun.

To me, Levi’s constant bitching also feels very cute. Especially the fact that he is self aware about this side of him and he straight up just says “yeah I’m just being a jerk, let me bitch a little ok, I just have to whine this is my ritual”.

And boy o boy does he bitch A LOT.

vvvv This one is also cute because he made a silly joke about Erwin just to start a conversation with Eren, he legit tried to cheer him up a little. Adorable. Levi always knows when Eren feels down, he’s very sensitive to his mood and pays great attention to it.

Ok so this is where we’re entering the Zevi Territory. I’m sorry, but his chemistry with Zeke is something else, they flirt so much it’s almost scary.

As we all know, they bicker quite often, since I think Zeke is the only person who actually reacts to Levi’s snarky little remarks. That’s the first time in a while when someone’s able to do that + Levi can’t just beat the shit out of Zeke for that, so that’s why we have so many dialogues. What Zeke also does is teasing Levi to the point when he just MUMBLES CUTELY AND QUIETLY TO HIMSELF.

What was this response, Levi?? You know damn well you didn’t have to answer that stupid remark about being popular, but you did anyway huh. Because you got shy, you cutie. How do I know this is a cute reply? Because the Japanese sentence was noted to sound surprisingly cute, he used a cute wording there, so even Levi’s Japanese fans got surprised.

And as far as I know this isn’t the only time when Levi mumbled something quietly while being kind of embarrassed. When I was trying to find something on some kind of jpn forums/blog sites I’ve seen people mention that he uses surprisingly cute wording in these situations, but I can’t explain anything here – I don’t know Japanese lol and used a translator for the article. You can check it out yourself, it’s number 8 on this list. My point is that it’s one of separate reasons why fans love Levi, so my guess is that it’s at least somewhat important to his character.

Moving on to his appearance. After rereading the manga we realized that Levi’s face is actually very… round-ish. He doesn’t have a strong chin, his nose is small, his lips are small. He looks exactly like his mother.

And I have to mention the most obvious thing. We all know that Levi is smol, but when you actually look at him you start to realize HOW SMOL HE ACTUALLY IS. Sometimes I think that Maybe I’m exaggerating, but then I open the manga and see this.

Guys.

He’s very small (look at the level of their shoulders).

And what I love about is that it gets acknowledged, but this isn’t his only personality trait. It’s very subtle, but it’s there. Isayama LOVES to tease him about it, and this is always so funny to me. When Levi is just too small to fit into the frame with the rest of the gang, it’s so cute and hilarious at the same time. This happens quite often, I’m sure there is a compilation of these panels somewhere lol. If there isn’t, I need to make it...

And this…

“H o w d a r e y o u”

And yes I HAVE to mention the clown incident. I just have to. The man was straight up mistaken for a child. Once again, he’s being cutely teased by the manga and I love it lol.

And when Levi turned around, the clown CONTINUED to treat him as a child even after seeing his face. This situation at least shows that Levi’s face is not old-looking.

Isayama also LOVES showing how small and cute Levi is on the official art as well.

And yeah I know, zevi territory again, but please look at how PATIENT Levi is being here. He just lets Zeke backhug him. And of course he’s looking at the camera like he’s in “the Office”, but to me this situation has such a strong “being bread is fine actually, I don’t care anymore” vibe lol. I love this image so much. It also shows that Isayama doesn’t treat Levi (or any other character) seriously and that he most likely has tons of fun while writing their arguments.

Speaking of Isayama, let’s look at his sketches of Levi.

You know what I’m going to say, right? LOOK HOW CUTE-

But seriously though, I know Yams doesn’t have a reputation of the best artist out there, but I think these sketches are a good example of how he sees Levi’s character. He’s being rather passive, patient, mumbling something and just chilling. In one word, being cute.

What I also wanted to mention is Isayama’s remarks on how he created Levi from that Shingeki no Kyojin Encyclopedia thingie. I don’t know what word he used in the original (if somebody knows, please feel free to throw it at me, I’m interested; my guess is 綺麗, kirei), but I think that the word “pretty” is very specific. They used neither “beautiful” nor “handsome”, they chose PRETTY.

So yeah, I think that Isayama views him as grumpy old man who is also a cute little bean, and he never forgets about it.

Just… ugh look at it. What kind of baby sling situation is this. AND I KNOW I ALREADY MADE THAT JOKE D:

In conclusion, yes, of course Levi is strong and important and stoic (not all the time though lol), I know he has muscles, I know he seems intimidating to other characters sometimes, and I love him to death, but I don’t think taking him too seriously is a good thing. Taking any character too seriously isn’t a good thing.

Isayama doesn’t hide that he created a pretty smol boi character when he first drew Levi, he doesn’t hide that he thinks Levi is adorable. And funny. If Isayama wanted to change the way he drew Levi, he would’ve already done it a long time ago. He knows how to draw manly man faces.

And I love it about Levi. I wouldn’t want him to be any other way.

#replies #levi ackerman #snk meta

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cin-dy-moon · 4 years ago

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touch // tai x mc

AN: so, I needed to take a break from writing my other projects and I was struck with inspiration elsewhere… so: I present something filled with angst and longing instead. I just KNOW physical touch is Tai’s love language. No one will be telling me otherwise lol.

Rating: No actual smut, but Tai is a grown man so… his thoughts aren’t exactly always PG-13. Sexually explicit themes. Cursing.

Words: 3,639

Synopsis: After the waterfall, Tai has been holding himself back from touching you all the time. He didn’t want to disrespect Camilo, at least not to his face. But without even trying, (some trying) you were becoming more and more irresistible.

My MC: Minji Song, 24, 5’6”, a conservationist researching how to prevent coral bleaching for her PhD, moved to the UK from Korea for university, she had lived in the US for 8 years during her teenage years, yawns at recouplings, a firecracker.

Tai was genuinely excited to have a sleepover with the boys. It was a good way to get to know everyone and have a chance to bond with the guys. Coming into the Villa could be pretty intimidating, especially when you come in later. Tai wasn’t afraid of being liked or not. He was already a pretty likable guy. But on Love Island, sometimes the difference between winning and losing was about who liked you. Bonds were important to form.

It was fun, lots of laughs and time to get to know one another better. Tai was sure that there was plenty there for the show runners to use for content. Bill was curious about how everyone was coming off outside, but Tai could tell that he just wanted to know if he was popular. Honestly, Bill was a mixed-bag. People either loved him or hated him. When Tai told him this, he was pretty chuffed about it, finding the mixed reviews as something to take pride in. It was a pretty Bill reaction; he lived in polarized opinions.

Bill was the reason the pillow fights started.

The actual sleeping part was where Tai found his trouble. The quiet and the darkness only amplified his thoughts. They were all drifting to her.

Nicky seems like a really great guy. He’s loyal to the people he attaches himself to. He’s really made himself an older brother/father figure in the Villa. He’s fiercely protective of Minji… Minji.

Harry’s a cute kid with wild ambition. He needs a strong work-ethic to pull it all off. Minji works so hard… Minji.

He suddenly had become hyper-aware about how the sheets felt against the palms of his hands, his legs, his stomach. They were soft and smelled like fresh linen. He closed his eyes and thought of the way she smelled. Peach. A hint of musk. Some kind of flower. With her sweat, it morphed into something that reminded him of something nostalgic, something he couldn’t put his finger on. Like picnics on the beach. Salt. Sunshine.

His eyes shot open, startled by the intensity of this connection to her. Realistically, they had one morning with a good conversation and a really great date that resulted in some… pretty big bits. He’s had one-night-stands before, but he rarely ever had such an instantaneous connection to somebody. He never had that connection lead to sex so quickly. Mind-blowing, earth-moving, award-winning sex.

Tai ran his hands over his face. He needed to get some sleep, but his slong was starting to get other ideas. The pulsing was getting more intense. There had to be something else he could think of.

Ciaran seems like a great guy, also a potentially great work-out partner. His eyes just light up whenever he starts talking about his dog or dogs in general. I like my fair share of pups, but Ciaran was on a whole other level. In fact, sometimes his nose will scrunch a little as he’s speaking and the smile on his face is so wide and contagious…

Shit.

He turned so that he was on his side, staring blankly into the night. His imagination was in full gear with the wondering of what it would feel like to have her arms snake around his waist right now, to fall asleep to the feeling of her nuzzling into his chest, to wake up with her absentmindedly kissing up his jaw. He closed his eyes again determined to chase away the ghostly memories of her touch.

Count sheep, Tai. He was maybe too familiar with the operations around sheep, how dorky they looked without their wool coats fully grown, how they smelled. The smell of barnyard was certainly a boner-killer. He settled better into his pillow. The memories of his time spent volunteering at a sheep farm the summer before secondary school crept into the forefront of his brain. The sun and the shit mingled together to create the worst smell in existence. The heat and the air thick, stuck to the insides of his lungs like tar.

One…

Two…

Three…

And then it was morning.

He awoke to chatter, something he might have to get more used to considering that he was going to be sharing a bedroom with twelve people. He yawned and stretched his large arms across the bed. Camilo said something about making breakfast for the girls as a surprise. With that suggestion, Tai had to suppress the instinct to grimace. He didn’t want to be obvious about his disdain at them being together. But he sure as hell wasn’t smiling.

He knew that Camilo wanted to make breakfast for Minji specifically, to woo her. Tai couldn’t blame him, though. Minji was something else. A clear and vibrant color against softer hues, like the bright orange in a sunset. There wasn’t much competition when it came to her. Honestly, a lot of the commentary from before he came to the Villa seemed to be about who Minji would win with. She was a blazing inferno. The others were great, but…

She lit up every room she was in.

After getting ready in the bathroom, they made their way into the kitchen. Ciaran exchanged looks with him, both unsure of what to do with themselves.

“Why don’t we tag-team breakfast for you, me, and Yasmin?” Ciaran suggested. Tai smiled, grateful for the way that the three of them had bonded, and nodded in agreement. They got to making scrambled eggs and avocado toast. Ciaran looked contemplative as he watched Tai cooking and then grabbed some fruit out of the refrigerator, taking blueberries to the sink to wash. It was easy to forget about the cameras in some moments, but when the entire kitchen was crowded and bustling and hot, it was painfully obvious. He was just going to make the most out of it, doing his best to make the most aesthetically pleasing and Instagram-worthy dish.

As Tai was plating things, he looked up to see Minji making her way across the lawn towards the kitchen. Camilo jumped to his feet to greet her, and Tai couldn’t ignore the small pang of jealousy he felt in his chest. The slices of avocado on his toast got mushed up more than normal. He let the corner of his mouth pull down slightly.

Her lilted voice carried across the lawn loud enough for him to hear her excited chatter but not what she was saying. Her checkered bikini hugged her ass like it was molded onto her. How do you go about knowing what someone looks like in their most vulnerable and intimate state and then have to go about pretending like you haven’t? She looked up at him. They made eye contact for a moment. Time halted to a standstill, like it was giving Tai the grace to let her warmth shine on him for just a little longer.

She looked away first.

He cleared his throat lightly and brought out the plates to Ciaran and Yasmin, who both gave him a short applause for his work. He grinned, flooded with appreciation for his new friends. Something was going to go well this morning. Then, he noticed that the only seat with them was near Camilo and Minji.

Great.

“It was weird not having you in bed last night,” Camilo muttered. Tai mentally rolled his eyes. They shared a tent together. “Also, I made you some food.”

Minji took her plate gratefully, eyeing it down without glancing back up.

“Perfect timing,” she was bursting. “I was so hungry.”

“Well eat up then, babe.”

Tai lost his appetite.

Actually, who was he kidding. He would be hungry in five minutes if he didn’t eat now. He picked up his fork and started to poke at his eggs before putting a small bite into his mouth. There was a little too much pepper in the eggs, but it was still good. He glanced at Bill, who was heartily helping himself to his fry up, mayonnaise in the outer corner of his mouth. Tai sort of just stared for a moment at Miki wondering how on earth she was sitting there eating her own food and smiling at him. She reached over to wipe his lip, and he just muttered a thanks before delving into what rules of etiquette were “actually important.” Abort. Shift attention to anything else.

Tai watched as Minji started to go in on her own breakfast. He knew that Camilo was a great chef, but there was some instinct to hope and try to out-do him and cook something Minji could gush over. Maybe it had something to do with his pride or with him being a Leo, but he wanted to be the best for her. He knew he could be.

His eyes honed in on her hands, the way they held her fork, how they absentmindedly held her cheek as she listened to the banter between all of the islanders. She was calculating the best way to reveal their antics from last night.

“We gave each other oily massages last night,” Minji divulged, a mischievous sparkle in her eye. “It got handsy.”

That peaked everyone’s attention, whether or not they believed it was actually true. Ciaran and Harry both fell for her joke, ever so naive and young. It made him wonder how Harry was going to succeed and not be taken advantage of.

Tai sat up straighter. Of course, she had to mention massages. He swallowed the food he’d been chewing, remembering the way her hands felt in his hair, the way that her fingertips trailed lines of fire across his body, the way her ass felt in his hands, the feeling of her around his—

“I’ve never had a massage before,” Ciaran admitted. Tai couldn’t pass up the opportunity to flirt a little with Ciaran. He was too precious to leave alone. He blushes so easily.

“Don’t worry, I have experienced hands,” Tai said with a smirk. “I’ll give you a good kneading if you’d like. I’ll leave you feeling very satisfied.” He winked. Ciaran blushed and the conversation continued, mainly light and still about the respective sleepovers from last night.

“I crushed everyone in a pillow fight,” Minji said, a fiery look in her eyes. She certainly had a competitive streak. It was hot. Her eyes met his, and for a small moment, he felt a rush in his veins and warmth spread all through his body. Her eyes left his, and then it was all gone. Like the worst kind of instant withdrawal.

All he did was crave her. The touch of her soft hands on the nape of his neck, her lips on his, her legs wrapped around his waist, her body pressed against him, his fingers curled in her hair.

He wondered if she ever felt the same.

“Why are there bean bags everywhere?” Miki asked.

“We jousted with them,” Nicky explained, but there was still confusion.

“One boy, the knight, sits on the back of another boy, the horse. Then they face another team. The bean bags are used to knock each other off with,” Tai gave them a shrug and chuckled lightly. “My mates and I made this game up when we were smaller.”

“Harry got destroyed,” Camilo added. Tai forgot that he existed for a moment. It was nice while it lasted.

“Oi, it was because Bill was a rubbish horse!” And the arguing started. Tai couldn’t help but look between the two of them and be reminded of the kids he coached. In petty arguments like these, it was best to just deflect.

“It’s not all Bill’s fault,” he interjected. “Ciaran and I just made a great team.”

“Sounds like I could kick your ass at jousting,” Minji chimed in, eyes challenging him. Sparks.

“Oh ho, tough talk from Minji,” he raised a cocky eyebrow. “We’ll see if she can back it up.”

“Keep talking smack and you won’t have to wait,” Minji retorted, eerily calm. “Pressure’s gonna be riding you just like Ciaran was last night.”

“So, you just assumed that I was on the bottom?”

“If you weren’t, you will be.”

“Is that cause you’ll be the one doing the riding?” he was getting dangerously close to revealing too much. Minji’s expression didn’t change, but she couldn’t do anything about the blush that appeared on her cheeks. She leaned back in her seat.

“You wouldn’t be able to handle that,” she was careful in her words. “Besides, I wouldn’t want you to go home early before any of the fun really begins.”

Tai was smoldering. He could’ve gone further. He was so tempted to. But the atmosphere had already gotten weird with this challenge-flirting that the two of them were doing. Camilo shifted in his seat awkwardly before clearing their plates.

Minji glanced around, only now seeing how people were slowly finishing up and cleaning around them. The cameras had been focused on their conversation, probably keeping a close eye on the two of them because of their exploits behind that waterfall. She bit her lip like she was trying to stop herself from laughing. When no one was looking, she winked at him. Then, she walked away.

“Let me do the wash-up, since you guys were kind enough to cook,” Yasmin said, her voice was like spiced apple tea. Cinnamon. Clove. Nutmeg. He said a quick thank you while his eyes followed Minji, who’s been pulled to the side by Nicky. Their friendship was instantaneous. People on the outside appreciated how they challenged each other, or rather, how she challenged him with his outlook about his sister.

Tai glanced away quickly, asking Ciaran something about his dog. That would get him talking for a while, and it would make it seem like he was having a conversation rather than being a weirdo and just staring at Minji. Nicky teased her about something and she laughed. God, what a laugh. Unrestrained and inelegant, it threw her head back a bit. She winked at Nicky, who took his turn to laugh.

“Kelly is so smart, I swear,” Ciaran’s voice interrupted his people-watching. It had more of his Irish sing-song quality whenever he got excited about something. “She can tell when you’re speaking to her and what you’re saying. One time, I was trying to…”

Tai’s eyes darted back to Minji. Her mouth pulled down at one corner, annoyed by something Nicky said. Her eyebrows furrowed a bit, listening to whatever Nicky was saying. Tai would bet money that he was talking about his sister again.

All at once, it hit him just how much he was into her. There was no one else on the island for him. Honestly, he should have known that as soon as he heard her voice for the first time, since before she discovered them in that tent.

Knowing how she acted, she was probably snooping outside of it. He knew it was her from the sound of her sneeze. Tai could pick out her voice in a crowd. Minji’s voice was coated thick with honey, fresh and ripe watermelon that dripped down your hands, the pleasant warmth that bloomed from inside when you’re drunk, the song that you play when you’re driving late at night with your dearest friends.

Little things like that hook him so easily. The last time he felt anything like this, it was three years ago. Thea’s eyes sparkled all the time. They made him feel like he could achieve anything as long as she kept looking at him like that. Of course, that didn’t work out at all. Breaking up had incapacitated him for a while. How was it that he was so enamored by Minji after knowing her for such a short period of time?

His heart wanted to leap into the entirety of her, but his head still had some reservations. He can get so caught up in the imagination and perception of a person that he forgets that they are just human. There was still so much of her that he didn’t know, that he wanted to get to know. Uncover her hidden truths and secret desires. Figure out what she was keeping behind the facade in her eyes.

A cacophony of burps completely derailed any more thoughts. Minji chuckled, “Maybe we need to work this off.”

Tai lit up. He quickly convinced them into doing “Tai” chi, something he first started doing to mess with his teammates.

“Tai is the best!” He shouted, delighting in the idea that every islander was just praising him for no real reason. He slowly shifted his weight from one foot to the next.

“Tai is the hottest,” he heard her voice float through a knowing smirk. He could’ve kissed her right then. His expression was completely smug before his gaze even met hers. She was stirring the pot by grafting on him in front of everyone again, and he was welcoming it. Nothing big had happened in the villa yet. Wouldn’t it be interesting for the audience to see how far he could push this? The temptation was too good to pass up, and the way she was looking at him made it harder to restrain himself.

“Think we need another waterfall to cool down with, Minji?”

She fought back her smile, though her eyebrow was still arched and her eyes still held that tempted look. He knew: she had a taste and she wanted more too.

“Tai’s got the cutest bum here!”

Everyone was amused when Seb was the first to affirm, especially with how certain he was about it.

Tai wanted to see if Minji would take the bait again, “Tai’s an incredible and passionate lover!”

“He sure is…” she mused, almost like it was just a thought accidentally said out loud. But she was looking right at him, eyes bored into his innermost being. For a moment, he wondered if it was a dare, egging him on to take her again there on the lawn. Prove it to them, to everyone.

But he didn’t, he resigned himself, “How could you possibly know that?”

Before Tai could say anything else, Camilo whisked Minji away. Tai chi was officially over for the day.

He made his way over to the kitchen determined to make his perfect cup of tea. It would help him feel better about this whole morning. Plus, holding it should help preoccupy his hands and mind from drifting into the memory of what it was like to explore her body, to make her utter his name.

It was at the point in the morning where it was too warm to have a hot drink, but there was something almost meditative about the whole process. Waiting for the kettle to reach its boiling point, measuring out the perfect amount of tea leaves, watching how the tea stained and spread in the water. He took a long and slow sip. It was perfect.

Camilo rushed by him with a grimace on his face. The space between his eyes knotted with frustration. He glanced at Tai for a moment. His eyes were cold. Instead of saying anything, Camilo just made his way inside. Tai stared at the place where Camilo had disappeared and then to the direction of the loungers. He placed his mug on the counter and abandoned it there, the cup half-full.

He saw her lying down, an arm draped over her eyes to block out the sun. Tai nudged her foot with his leg. When she saw him, a smile broke out on her face. It was wide and bright. His heart leapt.

“Well, hello,” Minji spoke and he drank in every word. “Fancy meeting you here.”

“I make it a point not to leave beautiful women unaccompanied,” he told her, sitting himself down on the lounge chair next to her. He stretched his body across it, making sure to lightly flex as he did. He could feel her gaze on him. His smirk found its home on his face.

“I see that,” she said simply, and then she laid her head back down. A silence fell on them like a blanket, but it was getting hot out laying in the sun. Tai let the silence continue, curious to see what was going to happen. The silence continued, though. He wondered if she was doing it on purpose.

“So, did you only come here to lay down next to me?” She was fishing for something. Tai turned his head towards her.

“Did you want me to do something else?”

She smiled but didn’t say anything at first. He could see her thinking about something. Her eyes pierced him, exploratory and unfamiliar. He wanted to know what she was looking for; he wanted to know if he would be willing to give it to her.

Her head snapped to the lawn and her smile dropped. A cameraman was making a beeline towards them. Exploration over. No discoveries could be made.

Tai glanced between her and the cameraman, unsure of what to do himself. He wasn’t happy. Clearly, there was something she wanted, but she couldn’t do anything with their privacy invaded. He was frowning.

“I want to know you,” she said simply. She was quiet and resigned, not at all like how she presented herself normally. Her voice was the same kind of honey-comb comfort, but it was more clear, ringing like a bell. It resonated so deeply in him. He didn’t know what to do with it. With five simple words, he was left without his footing.

Her phone went off. The moment was over for her. Wordlessly, she gets up to go. Minji let herself get one more look at him before she left, a small smile on her face.

And then, she was gone.

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