#if im speaking nonsense i apologize </3

[ieropski]

one thing i really like about all the angels and desert song is that they both have these really unexpected/difficult melodies, particularly for vocal lines (I would think). i’m thinking of ‘put her jacket on’ and ‘the sword and the faith.’ like you can really hear the accidentals and weird cadences. it leaves lines unresolved, and the notes continue ringing in your ears - makes the songs haunting

[flovverworks]

SHINO BIRTHDAY

[amsznn]

can you do a story about how chris and the reader meet at tara’s party but before that, reader accidentally revealed that she found chris cute and the she went viral for it (idk if that makes sense)

SOCIAL MEDIA FRENZY - c. sturniolo

2 days ago..

“chat are we enjoying this haul? don’t flame my style in the comment section.” you warned to your viewers on instagram live before grabbing the next package of clothes off the floor, ready to show your 14k viewers the next batch of items. “next youtube video when?” you read off from a comment.

“this was going to be a youtube haul, but i got lazy so..new video this week!”

your rise as an influencer had to be studied. from a random youtube vlog that you made out of the want to romanticize your life a bit and a rant on tiktok people found funny that gained 2.5 million likes caused you to not only receive near to 3 million subscribers on youtube but almost 1.9 million on tiktok.

this was only in the span of 2 years. growing and working to not only please your new fans but to also have fun for yourself as you still decided to go to college for that degree.

social media was just a hobby for you like a lot of people say. but you truly couldn’t expect the new wave of attention you would revolve for a simple comment you made.

the next item of your haul was a fitted cap that you saw at a pop up shop in your city. you recognized it from somewhere else and decided to buy it since it was also cute.

“guys this cap i actually bought because this youtuber, chris sturniolo also wears it in his videos.” at the mention of the social media star your comments flooded. “guys calm down, im not crazy, he’s just cute okay?” you laughed before setting the cap down then moving to the next piece of clothing.

soon enough you ended the live and went on with your day as normal. filming a bit of your vlog for your new video, answering emails from brands, doing some household chores and of course, settling down in your bed with some snacks for your nightly tiktok scrolling.

as soon as you opened the app you got bombarded with a screen recording of your live with the bit where you said chris was cute. it was all over. even on twitter you began trending for the potential new relationship between you and the social media star.

all you could do is read the comments, some encouraging and some hateful, watch edits of you two being shipped, and quickly text your manager profusely apologizing for the mess you just made.

you groaned while rolling around in your bed. sometimes you just forgot you were too well known to be spewing whatever nonsense came to mind.

which brings us here.

at taras party.

since she was inviting influential people, and her friends, you were a definite invite on her list. and you knew either all of one of the triplets would be there too.

you were nervous to bump into chris. would he even speak to you? and if he did would he be uncomfortable or understanding? well you were about to find out in a moment since he was walking in your general direction.

you mustered up all the courage you could and began to walk towards him. feeling the need to apologize to him since the situation was your fault and it must be annoying for him as well.

you came to a stop as he turned his body to fully face you. your breath hitched for moment taking his appearance all in. his black hoodie and black baggie jeans with his messy hair was a lot to take in in person.

either way you were gonna say what you needed to say. “hey, my names y/n. you might know me. or not thats fine too!” you stumble across your words for a minute before taking a deep breath. you could feel his eyes on you but you remembered hes just a person too.

“you may have seen the plenty of edits and a lot of my supporters in your comment sections or dms, and i just wanted to say im sorry since its been going for three days now and you must be annoyed.” you said it all in one breath and finally met the boys eyes. instead of confusion you were met with a look of amusement.

“oh you’re completely fine. honestly i felt bad for you since you were getting a lot of hate for a simple comment.” chris shrugged while giving you his signature smile. you smiled as well glad that he seemed fine with the recent uproar.

“ive heard worse.” chris said while grimacing at the thought which caused you to laugh nodding in agreement. the night went on with you and chris sticking together for the majority of the party. introducing one another to friends, chris introducing you to nick (your new best friend) and overall having a great time. before you left chris made sure to get your number and texted you to make sure you arrived home safely.

you couldnt help the smile that was spreading on your face as you recall the events of the night. maybe making that comment wasnt so bad after all.

walking towards your room of your apartment, you plopped down onto your bed and decided to make a quick instagram post for the night.

and guess who liked the post?

a/n: i hope yall enjoy this cus i sure did (i was so close to making this into a smut 😭)

[python333]

im in love with your content omg😭 your writing style is just chefs kiss

can i req a reader with the tf141 being on a mission and hearing an enemy say something in british slang and they just go "what did they just say.." in comms? like a reader who doesnt know anything about slang like not even that bars in the uk r called pubs (if im not wrong) and just nods whenever a private talks in slang, and their brain is just trying to figure out what they just said?

its just a really silly plot with a silly reader :3

pardon? — python333

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synopsis just as the req says, you know nothing about british slang and on a mission the enemy speaks british and you dont know what theyre saying :3

relationships platonic!taskforce 141 & reader.

characters cap. price, soap, ghost, gaz.

word count 2.6k

warnings 2nd person pov [you/yours/yourself], usage of c/n [code name/call sign].

note HI YES I LOVE THIS REQ!! i take every opportunity i can to make fun of british people so this is right up my alley!! tysm for the compliments hjfhdjskf recently ive been getting more praise on my works and it makes me so happy i love yall. again, sorry if this sounds a little rushed or if any parts are incoherent, i wrote this at 12/1am and im both more productive and write more nonsense at this time + this one is wayyyy shorter than ones i usually do because i didnt know what else to write for it so i apologize for that as well! this is pure fluff and humor (i like to think im funny) so enjoy!!

“—eah, and now we have to camp out here ‘cause he can’t be arsed to do it ‘imself, so I feel like we should have a chat with the others, see if they’re willing to leg it out of here with us,” An enemy soldier suggests to you, his British accent thick enough that you think it might be cockney.

You cross your arms to hide your shaking hands and nod in agreement, as if you understood anything he said, and put on the same shitty British accent you’d been using for the past five minutes you’d been talking to this guy.

“Yeah, yeah, totally,” You agree, clearing your throat before asking, “You know where the others are stationed?”

“You don’t?” He asks, raising an eyebrow at you suspiciously.

“Mate, all the orders I was given went in one ear and out the other,” You sigh, holding back a wince at your desperate attempt to sound more natural using British slang, “I just know I’ve got to stand out here and shoot the enemy.”

The enemy eyes you suspiciously and he takes a moment to try and read your face before he says, “I don’t think I’ve seen you before, actually. Which would be weird, if we’re in the same platoon, don’t you—” 

You sigh and quickly pull out the small switchblade you had hanging on your belt, stabbing the enemy in the neck before he can say anything else and grabbing him before he can drop to the ground, putting a hand behind his back as you half lead half drag him into a dark alleyway beside the building he was stationed outside of. 

You quickly set him down into a sitting position and take your knife out of his throat, tucking the blade back into the handle before adjusting it to latch onto your belt once again, letting out a frustrated huff as you stare at the now dead man in front of you. 

“[c/n], how copy?” Price’s voice crackles through on your ear piece. 

You push in the PTT button and lower your voice, “Copy, I fucked up a little bit. One of the guys was onto me.”

“You were there for five bloody minutes,” Gaz’s voice rings through, his tone both disbelieving and amused, “How’d he already catch onto you?” 

“The British are smarter than I thought,” You breathe out, standing up and looking around for a ladder to climb to get to higher ground before anyone spots you. You go farther into the alley and find an old, rusty ladder with rungs that look like they’d snap if someone sneezed on them too hard—perfect for climbing up.

You wrinkle your nose as your hand makes contact with one of the rungs but don’t say anything otherwise, instead wordlessly hauling yourself up onto the ladder. 

“Reminder that there’s three British people with you, currently,” Ghost’s deadpan tone crackles, his breathing heavy, as you can tell he’s whispering into his mic, “All of which are very smart.”

“I caught you reading the instructions on a box of tea bags the other day, don’t fuckin’ talk right now,” You grumble, slowly climbing up the ladder, hating the creaking noises it makes as you do. It sounds like it’s going to snap at any minute, and you try to go up as fast as you can, but one wrong move and you’ll easily slip, some of the rust that flakes off of the ladder enough to make you slip up. 

“They were circles,” Ghost says, exasperated, “I didn’t know if that made a difference.” 

“I thought British people were supposed to know everything about tea,” You roll your eyes, putting your hand on the next rusty rung up on the ladder. 

“Yeah, L.t,” Soap agrees with you teasingly, the wind hitting his mic, making it obvious that he’s running, “Thought ye Brits were s’possed to ken everything ‘bout tea.” 

You laugh quietly to yourself as you finally make it to the top of the building, the top just high enough for you to look at the few soldiers below and hear a majority of their conversations without them noticing you.

You get to the edge of the rooftop and pull the sniper rifle you’d been carrying around off of your back, glad to finally be back in your element rather than trying to get in undercover, and set it up. 

You pull the stand out and set it on the edge of the roof, and look through the scope of the rifle, lining it up so that it’s aiming directly at one of the soldier’s heads, specifically the one that was standing directly out of the entrance you originally were meant to try and get into—but doing this didn’t change much.

Regardless of if you got in or not, he would’ve died, and the others would’ve gotten in too. You getting in first was just meant to make it more efficient.

You press down on the PTT button on your earpiece as you look through the scope of your sniper rifle, keeping the aim on the soldier in front of the entrance, “The guy in front of the entrance is just standing still, so whenever you need me to, I can shoot ‘im down.” 

“I don’t think we need to get in just yet,” Price hums, “But maybe in a minute.” “M’kay,” You hum, taking your eye away from the scope, instead just looking over at the enemy soldiers. You lay on your stomach, leaning your head down a bit to try and listen in on the enemy’s conversations easier, trying your best not to make yourself too obvious.

The conversations were pretty boring and almost the same for every soldier you’d eavesdropped on, for the most part. Enemy soldiers joking around, talking about what they’ll do once they’re on leave—like they would be able to do that after you completed your assignment—and just some general team camaraderie.

The lackluster subjects of their conversations weren’t bad at all, no, in fact, you could care less what they talk about. 

It was their stupid accents you hated. 

Are you surrounded by British people everyday? Yes. Does that stop you from hating on the British everyday? No. Okay, maybe the accents aren’t stupid, but God, they had the thickest cockney accents you’d heard in your entire life, and it was making your eavesdropping so much harder, and had almost been the reason you were given away earlier.

They used slang words that you’re certain you’ve never heard before in your life, and used analogies that didn’t even make sense—you heard one of them use the words, verbatim, ‘Don’t get stroppy’. Stroppy? Stroppy? 

You narrow your eyes down at the soldiers below you, listening to a conversation they’d just started up. 

“—eah, ‘cause he can’t be arsed to do anything about it, so now we have to camp out here and wait for somethin’ to happen,” One of the soldiers scoffs, “I’m telling you, man, if I see that skull-masked bloke runnin’ ‘round out here, I’m legging it from ‘im immediately.” 

You draw your eyebrows together in confusion, but you stay silent for now. Isn’t that exactly what the other soldier said? Are they like a hive mind or something?

“You’re legging it?” The other soldier asked, sounding almost incredulous, “What happened to you chattin’ to some of the others about your loyalty and what not?” “All that’s irrelevant when the fuckin’ grim reaper rolls around and starts murkin’ people like he’s been doing for the entirety we’ve been here, mate,” The first soldier laughs, “You think I wanna be here when he does that?” 

“Don’t act like a prat about it, man—fuckin’ talking’ like you can outrun him.” “A prat? I’m not—” You tune out the rest of their argument and instead try and figure out what they were saying.

A prat? Legging it? Can’t be arsed? What the fuck? You push the PTT button on your earpiece and as quietly as you can, you ask, “I need some help. Serious help. Life or death situation.” Immediately, Price’s voice rings through, “What? What is it? What happened?” “The soldiers are British and I can’t tell what they’re saying,” You answer, ignoring Price’s relieved sigh on his end, “I need help.” “Jesus, fuck, don’t scare me like that,” Price sighs, taking a few breaths before continuing, “Alright, what do you need help with?” 

“Figuring out what they’re saying.” This time, you hear Gaz’s voice crackle through, “Well, you’ve got three British people here—tell us what he’s saying.” 

“One of the guys was talking about ‘legging it’ if he saw Ghost heading towards him, and talked about Ghost ‘murking’ people, and then the other guy he was talking to told him he was being a ‘prat’ about it and he got all offended,” You eloquently say into the earpiece, watching as the argument gets a little more heated. You can hear an amused huff from Ghost on his end and a scoff from Soap in return. 

“They’re just saying they’re gonna run away if they see Ghost because he’s been killing a lot of their soldiers, and the other guy said he was being a prat, which I guess is like…” Gaz pauses to think of how to explain the slang term before settling on, “Someone who’s kind of full of themselves, I guess. Or ignorant. Either or.” 

“They couldn’t just say that?” You muse quietly, still staring down at the enemy soldiers. 

“I’m gonna pretend you didn’t just say that,” Price’s voice cuts through, “Go ahead and shoot the guy down. I’m ready to head in.”

“Got it,” You hum, quickly putting your eye back up to your scope and readjusting it a bit before quietly warning, “Shooting him now.” 

You pull the trigger and the enemy goes down immediately, and through your scope you can see the small twitching of his body as the other soldier starts to freak out.

You quickly aim the gun at his still-alive friend and shoot him down as well, silently congratulating yourself on your good aim and continuing to look through the scope, watching as Price runs in with Gaz and a few other soldiers. 

They struggle with the door for a moment and you sigh before pressing in the PTT button on your earpiece and quietly saying, “Price, Gaz, move away from the door for a sec.”

Wordlessly, they do as they’re told, and you take the opportunity to line up the gun’s aim with the complex electronic panel on the outside of the door and pull the trigger, shooting the most crucial part of the panel, causing it’s functions to disrupt and as a result, the doors open. 

“Thanks for that,” Gaz breathes out as Price kicks open the door, his voice cut off a bit at the end as he takes his hand off the PTT button too quickly in order to follow after Price. 

“Uh huh. Of course,” You say offhandedly, taking your eye away from the scope of your sniper rifle and listening to the loud sirens go off in the facility the others break into, and push yourself up so that you can sit up straight to properly watch it. You grunt as you sit up, stretching your arms out for a moment before letting them fall into your lap. 

“Are they in?” Soap asks, curious, his voice a little strained and breathy. There’s no loud gusts of wind coming through his mic anymore, and you look around for a moment, before your eyes catch on to him climbing up a ladder to get to the rooftop adjacent to yours.

Your lips twitch into a smile at the sight of him completely clueless to your presence and you press your PTT button to talk. 

“Yeah, they’re in,” You say, watching as he finally gets to the rooftop, “Didn’t you hear the sirens?” 

You can see Soap’s eyebrows furrowed together in confusion for a moment, and he looks around for a moment before finally seeing you on the rooftop directly next to his, and he looks surprised for a moment before a grin splits across his face. You see him press the PTT button on his mic as well. 

“I did, yeah, just wanted tae be sure,” He says into his mic, looking right at you as he does, “It’s a surprise seeing you here.” 

“Imagine how I feel,” You muse, almost to yourself, before looking away from Soap and speaking up, “Ghost, you don’t wanna join us on the rooftops?” 

“Absolutely not,” He replies almost immediately, making you huff out a small laugh and Soap’s grin grow, “I’m perfectly fine on the ground.” 

“Where are you?” You ask, scanning the area around you for Ghost, “I feel like I haven’t seen you this whole time.” 

“I’m just behind the facility,” Ghost hums, voice still a low whisper, “I’m gonna be heading in once Gaz and Price make it to the second floor to clean up the first, in case there’s anyone left.” 

“You’ve been behind the facility this whole time?” Soap’s voice cuts through, surprised by the fact. 

“Mhm,” Ghost hums. 

“It’s a bit boring back there, innit?” Gaz’s voice crackles through, his voice a little breathy, “You can sweep the first floor, by the way. Should be nobody left, though. Pretty sure all the soldiers were just faffing around, not doing much.” 

“Fucking faffing around?” You ask incredulously to yourself, though apparently your voice is loud enough to make Soap chuckle. 

As if he can read your mind, Price’s voice comes through, “Faffing around is just doing nothing or doing nothing particularly productive, [c/n].” 

You sigh and push your PTT button this time, talking into your mic, “You couldn’t just say that, Gaz? You had to say something silly like faffing around?” 

“It’s not silly,” Gaz says, his frown audible, “They were faffing around.” 

“Jesus, fuck,” You breathe out, laughing lightly, “It’s totally silly.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Yeah it is.”

“No it’s—” 

“I just want one day where you two don’t start up stupid arguments like this,” Price’s tired sigh comes through, “Just one day, I beg of you both.” 

“Aw, Captain, we were just faffing around,” You whine playfully, the misuse of the slang making Soap cover his mouth with his hand to muffle his laughter and you hear Ghost groan into his mic. 

“That is absolutely not how you use that,” Gaz says, though you can hear some laughter in his voice—from your very non-British accent saying British phrases, you presume, a small grin gracing your lips at the thought. 

“It sounded natural to me,” You lie straight through your teeth, shrugging even though only Soap can see you. 

“You’re insufferable,” Gaz groans, making you laugh quietly, “Never use British slang again, please.” 

“What if I get a British accent? Will that fix it?”

“Nothing can fix what you’ve said today, [c/n].”

“Well that’s dramatic,” You scoff, “I’ll learn British just for you guys.” 

“Holy shit, please stop talking,” Price’s exasperated voice interrupts the both of you, “You’re both insufferable. Drop it.” 

“… I don’t think I will,” You say defiantly, making all three British people in the same voice channel as you groan in unison, the sound sounding like some sort of middle school choir trying to sing in harmony, “I’ll use Duolingo or something to learn it.” 

“British isn’t a language you learn, you muppet,” Price grumbles, making you snort. 

“Muppet?” 

“It’s someone who’s dumb and clueless and can’t take a hint, like you,” Ghost defines, “And Soap, most of the time.” 

“Daen’t go draggin’ mae into this,” Soap’s voice quickly cuts through, “I haven’t said onything.” 

“Uh, yes you absolutely did, earlier, remember?” Gaz argues, ignoring Price’s protests for him to stop arguing, “About Ghost being stupid with the tea thing?” 

“Oh, I’ll have you all know—” 

“Ghost, don’t start—” 

You listen as the once casual, teasing conversation turns into an argument and chuckle quietly to yourself, knowing that they’d be arguing about this until you all finished your assignment.

[iiwaijime]

UWAHH hello hello hyena !! ^_^ congratulations on 200 !! M’ SO HAPPY FOR YOU !! <3 in light of that, id love to join your event !! :3

could i request a drabble 🐙🌹💐 with bokuto ?? >//<

sending you a big smoochie !! MWUUAH !! <3

thank u so much lene!! i accidentally stayed up until 4:30 writing this,, i had sm fun !! sorry if it's ooc tho,, im really bad at characterization T^T it also got like.. kinda long..

flowers for the florist (sweets for the sweet) — kōtarō bokuto x gn!reader

wc: 910 | event

cws; none, gn!reader, awkward love confessions

when your parents told you to follow your dreams, they didn't quite expect you to want to be a florist. consequently, they were also unsure of what to say when you opened up a quaint little flower shop in the most peaceful corner of the city. but hey, at least the "dream" that you followed wasn't a 6'5" tattooed criminal on the run from the police! so by the time the income started really flowing in, you had garnered all their support.

nowadays, with no important occasions around, business had become kind of slow. that didn't stop you from enjoying your job every single day, however, and said enjoyment only seemed to increase as a certain silver-haired gentleman slowly became a more and more common sight at your store.

the first time you saw him was almost a year ago. you'd dropped a bunch of change on the ground, and when you'd finally finished gathering the stupid coins into your hands, you'd noticed — to your chagrin — that someone was waiting for you to finish, and probably had been waiting for a while.

you'd stammered out a bunch of nonsensical apologies without really looking at him, blinking in surprise when he started laughing. the man in front of you, while being much taller and larger than you in general, was doubled over, giggling like a child. as the two of you exchanged small talk, it became clear to you that while he was loud, bold, audacious even, bokuto kōtarō’s soul was undeniably sweet — almost as sweet as the scent of the flowers he'd bought for older sisters. speaking of which, that was absolutely adorable. when he left that day, you could only hope to see him again. because, as you watched him walk away, spiky black-and-silver hair growing more and more distant with each passing second, you realized that the small interaction you'd had with him had resulted in him unwittingly stealing your heart in broad daylight.

as much as you'd wanted him to return, you didn't even think it’d happen this soon — a week and a half later, not that you kept count. of course not. you also didn't purposely spend more time fixing up the bouquet he was purchasing today, a get-well-soon present for someone's mother, apparently. how cute.

that day, he left you blushing and giggling like a teenager with a crush. to be fair, he had called you pretty. and in your opinion, he was prettier. you didn't see him for almost a month afterwards, when you'd almost given up hope. he'd spent extra time talking to you that day, as if to make up for missed visits, even after you’d fixed up his bouquet and he'd paid. in the excitement of seeing him again, you'd forgotten to make the bouquet slower than usual. but as you (dejectedly) waited for him to leave, he leaned against the counter oh-so-handsomely, large hand dwarfing the flowers comedically while he chatted with you about every topic that came to mind.

after this, the visits became more spaced out, but they never quite stopped. and everything went perfectly fine. if “perfectly fine” meant you falling harder for bokuto every time you saw him, and if it meant akaashi growing tired of the endless amounts of flowers that were dumped on him every other week.

until one day, when everything changed. bokuto hadn't come to see you buy flowers that day, and you were feeling a little disappointed (read: a LOT) when you finally moved to close for the day. it was only then when you heard a breathless gasp of your name from behind you. turning around, you came face to face with none other than the love of your life bokuto kōtarō.

“hey?”

“hey, y/n, hi.” he was uncharacteristically nervous, normal cheery, outgoing personality nowhere to be seen. “can you — can i buy some flowers?”

“oh, sure!” yeah, you'd been about to close the store, but you'd also do almost anything for this man. what was five extra minutes of work, if it gave you ten with bokuto? “what's the occasion?” you asked him — a staple of the conversations you'd had over the counter.

“g’na ask someone out,” he replied, looking away. your heart dropped.

“oh,” you replied, trying to keep your tone as neutral as possible — cry about it at home, not here. “who's the lucky, um, person?”

to your surprise, he avoided your question. “uh, are you done with it?”

“yeah,” you said, cringing at the shakiness of your own voice. “here you go, it'll be $30.”

you couldn't bring yourself to look at him again, turning around to busy yourself with something, anything—

“y/n.”

you opened your mouth to respond, but he didn't let you.

“y/n, i think you're coolandcuteandprettyandawesomeandjustperfectwillyougooutwithmeplease.”

it took a moment for you to register what he just said. “bokuto, what?”

“i’m sorry!” he looked like he'd start crying any second. “i just really like you a lot! and the flowers are for you! i’msorrythiswasstupidi’mnevercomingback—”

“um,” you said. “um, it's okay, i— i like you too.” like was an understatement, but whatever.

and then he looked up at you with a stupidly huge, radiant grin on his face, eyes lit up with hope and love, and it was quite possibly one of the most beautiful sites you'd ever seen. “so you'll—?”

“yeah,” you replied, smiling so had your face hurt. “i’ll go out with you.”

y/n - 1

universe - 0

thank u so much for reading n following!

love,

hyena:3

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

fem!plus size reader, wc: 576.

a/n: im super happy to be able to give my fellow plus size friends a fic for comfort! <3

cw! poor self worth issues :(

Even though Loki came from Asgard, he was an Earth man, through and through, why wouldn’t he be? That was the planet where he had found you. It was a complete accident, at least in your end, bumping into him on the street where he stood with his brother.

If you were anyone else, he would’ve snapped on you, but it was as if his words died in his throat, and for the first time in what felt like centuries, the god of mischief, the man that always seemed to have something to say, was rendered speechless.

He couldn’t help but let his gaze follow you, even after you apologized to him. All he could recall from that day was Thor saying, “That’s a good one, brother.”

And a good one you were. At least in his mind. Loki considered you his goddess, a queen that everyone should bow down to and worship for the rest of their days. Sadly, you didn’t see yourself that way. At first, he was angry, angry that these pathetic humans ever dared to talk down to you, to make you feel any less important than you truly were. To him, you were the sun, the moon, the stars, the creator of the universe, the person that made his life make sense, but your insecurities only got worse when you’d visit Asgard.

“Loki…” You said unsurely as you stared at the dress laid out on the bed before you. Even though Loki despised his “family,” it would be the first time that they had met you, and he demanded that you’d have respect. “I don’t think this is going to fit.” Which was a half lie. The gorgeous cloth was intimidating; with beautiful intricate golden details to the corset which was even prettier. To you, you felt as though you had no business wearing something like this.

“Darling,” You heard him state as he walked over to you. “I’ve had that dress made just for you. It is one of a kind.” You shook your head, trying to conjure up any other excuse, but coming up empty handed. “I don’t deserve to wear this.” You said as your shoulders slumped. It was embarrassing really, how harshly you looked down on yourself to the point where you couldn’t allow yourself to enjoy the fact that you were on a whole other planet, let alone dating a god.

He placed his hands on your waist lovingly, turning you around so that you faced him.

“That’s nonsense and you know it.” He said sternly. “You are more deserving than anyone in the cosmos. You have hung the stars, my love.” His hands innocently traced your body, no lust in his intentions as he looked at you earnestly. “You are gorgeous. Perhaps the most enchanting woman I have ever met. It kills me, my sun, to hear you speak of yourself this way.” Your heart beat fast in your chest as his hands cupped your full, rounded cheeks that he adored so much.

“Loki I…” You went to say, but he was quick to cut you off. “No, I refuse to listen to such ridiculous words.” He then in turn, grabbed the dress and handed it to you. “You are my queen, and a queen deserves everything pleasant the universe has to offer, but,” He said with an airy laugh, “A dress is a great way to start.”

And for a moment, you believed him.

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[bubbiegumprincess]

about the angel dust request, that's totally fine : I'lI respect that boundary

as for the request, what if the reader was doing some bonding time with lucifer/alastor and then they bump into the other one (if they are out with lucifer then they bump into alastor or vice versa) and since y/n is friends with both, they have a *cough cough* ‘magnificent’ idea that they should come along on their outing too.

y/n is enjoying themselves whilst being oblivious to these two mfs bickering behind her back and being all nice to y/n to prove themselves as the better friend

idk this was some random idea so you don’t have to do it if there are any problems or if you don’t even feel like writing it :) anyways have a lovely day

okay so for this one i dont know if i got it exactly right so BARE WITH ME MY BRAIN IS SLOW AND I HAD TO READ THE REQUEST LIKE 40 TIME BLLEEEUHHH anyways!! enjoy and im sorry if i messed anything up :3

cw // swearing

BEHIND THE SCENES

You sit on the crimson couch, bored out of your mind. You sloppily pick up your phone that lay beside your shoulder and call Lucifer. "HEEEEEEEEEY" He responds, picking up a small, black duck with a red beak and fiery designs.

You grimace. "Wanna go out?" He pumps his fist and nods "Yeeeeaaauuuhhh, but can I have maybe 15 minutes, I'm working on this new design and-" You hang up and put your shoes on before leaving the house.

Once you reach Lucifer's home, you knock loudly and he answers. Before he can speak, you drag his arm out and go on a walk. "So. How have you been, what's new?" Lucifer says, giving you quick finger guns. "Not much, I've been pretty busy at the hotel but-"

Your speech is cut off by a tall figure. "Hello, my dear!!" A dated voice says. Alastor. "Alastor, hey." You smile a bit at his sudden appearance but are shocked quickly when he walks beside you.

"Lucifer, I see you're as- laid back as usual." The radio demon spits through his everlasting grin. "You're just as worn out as I remember, that's crazy, isn't it? Anyways, me and y/n are gonna be going on a stroll, it was so nice to-"

"Nonsense, Lucifer!! I have nothing better to do and I would just love to take you to the bookstore, my good lady." Alastor smiles at a flabbergasted expression coming from you. "I'm sure she would prefer to go to the ice cream parlor." Lucifer interjects.

"Both are fi-"

"No worries, y/n! We'll get you that book as soon as possible." Alastor grins as Lucifer huffs. "Why don't we treat ourselves to ice cream after then? I'll get you your favorite, eh?" He returns with the finger guns. And you reply with a nod.

"I'm sure this will go splendid, won't it, Lucifer?"

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thats all i gawt 😫tysm forr requesting and oh my GOD i'm exhausted and MY GREATEST APOLOGIES IF I GOT ANNYTHING WRONG ONCE AGAIN!! HAVE A LOVELY DAY/NIGHT :33

[bluntforceyearning]

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11 notes - Posted February 11, 2022

#4

The Sandman dropped on Netflix only yesterday, but I see the Corinthian has already gotten Babygirl-fied. The devil works hard, but the tumblrinas work fast!

11 notes - Posted August 6, 2022

#3

100 years from the birth of THE baritone that ruined me for all other baritones, operablr's favourite dude, tragic, divine, velvet-and-bronze-voiced, our beloved Ettore! Thank you for the music!

12 notes - Posted September 24, 2022

#2

Anyone who has ever read "Like water for chocolate" or watched the film (WATCH IT!), can agree that Mama Elena is a terror and deserves the worst. BUT! The guts it takes to aim your shotgun at a troop of guerrillas, when you're the head of a small group of women home alone in the middle of nowhere, and deliver this line

“I have a very good aim and a very bad temper, Captain. The next shot is for you, and I assure you that I can shoot you before they can kill me, so it would be best for us to respect each other. If we die, no one will miss me very much, but won’t the nation mourn your loss?”

I almost cheered!

18 notes - Posted March 20, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Guys, Persuasion was bad! The trailer doesn't even do it justice! Nothing prepares you for how CRIMINALLY bad it is!

In an almost 2-hour long film, they managed to rush through with indifference or skip entirely most plot points, so the unfortunate viewers could enjoy more of Anne babbling nonsensically while looking at the camera

They murdered the characters of the protagonists (the secondary characters and the interactions between them providing insight to the plot and social commentary are barely even there). Anne is "so altered, Austen should not have known her again" and Wentworth has all the charm, spark and personality of an an unsalted, boiled potato (apologies to the potatoes!)

Anne and Wentworth are worse than exes, they're BUDDIES! They're not only on speaking terms, they talk about their past, their feelings, their appreciation for each other, their hopes and dreams, how they wish the best for each other and I couldn't get through these scenes. It was painful to watch!

They annihilated the chemistry between them. It's a story where silence speaks the loudest and it's a character on its own. You remove the plot, you remove the silence, you remove the characters and there's nothing there anymore. There was NO CHEMISTRY AT ALL ! It was the dullest, most flavourless, pointless to watch pairing! To do that to Persuasion out of all Austen books (the most tension-filled, blue balls-inducing, physical of them), takes a special kind of talent!

The letter (and I'll leave it at that)

The liberties taken to make the film more "modern" or relatable. Aaaaah…….. rubbing temples. I can't decide if it's worse or equally bad as having Anne throw at us butchered lines from the book at irrelevant times, to soften the blow to the book fans. It wasn't "refreshingly relatable and modern" (I suppose that's what they were going for). It was so bad it couldn't work in either Regency or a modern setting or any other timeline, to be honest. It can BARELY serve as a parody of Persuasion!

It's not an accidental failure. It's not a hit-and-miss (by a few million light years!). It's so fucking bad, it can only be on purpose. Did somebody bet the creators they couldn't make the most cursed Austen adaptation of all times? That would make sense! How else could one explain this PLOTLESS, FLEABAGED, QUIRKY-FIED, BLAND AS ROOM TEMPERATURE WATER AND SUBTLE AS WRECKING BALL, PARODY OF PERSUASION?

I wish I could take back those 3 hours of my life (that's how long it took me to watch, as I had to pause every other scene, yell "what the hell? what the fuck? what is this? what the fuck am i watching", take deep breaths, rub my temples, pour more wine and press play).

If you haven't watched it, I envy you. If you did, let us pray for lobotomies!

23 notes - Posted July 16, 2022

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[wonlouvre]

hello! i see your requests are open again 😌 can i request jeonghan x reader, enemies to lovers kinda thing maybe where they have the same friends but jeonghan & reader always clash etc etc fluff at the end idk

i know you’ll come up with something amazing as always, do what you want with it 😘🥰💗

balance | y. jh. 

pairing: jeonghan x reader genre: enemies to lovers (kind of), fluff warnings: heights, ski mountain mechanical malfunctions (you know, dangling in the air kind of thing)  word count: 1.5k (i got carried away, im sorry)

💌: thank you so much for requesting!!! this was honestly fun to write although there was little to none banter, i’m so sorry :’( thank you for trusting me! i hope you like it <3 i will try to post at least two drabbles/requests per week :)

To you, Yoon Jeonghan was the type of person that looked like he would trample all over your principles in life. It’s a little dramatic of you but he can’t blame you for thinking so. He’s cocky, annoying and full of shit. The two of you stepped off on the wrong foot when he thought it was funny to pour sparkling water on your instant noodles as a prank during one of the traditional ski trips your group of friends always hold.

Soonyoung introduced him on what was supposed to be the best trip of your life only to get ruined when he made fun of you. Although technically speaking, your cup wasn’t the only victim of his shenanigan because the rest of your friends complained and threw it at the perpetrator before they could even finish eating. But you were hungry and stubborn, so you didn’t let it go. 

Ever since then, despite not confronting him, Jeonghan’s energy and wholebeing never clicked with yours. You barely speak a word to him and you rarely hang out with him, unlike with every single one of your friends. He hasn’t noticed and even if he did, you’re sure he could care less. Which is fine by you. The instant noodle prank is history and now that this year’s ski trip will be your third with him, you have just gotten used to ignoring his existence. 

“Jeonghan’s staring at you,” Seungcheol says, startling you. 

Your eyes throw daggers at him, not because he startled you, but because of what he said. 

The tall man nudges your shoulder with his. “I’m not lying. Give him a glance and then you’ll see.”

To set the record straight, you don’t have a grudge on Jeonghan for who he is. It’s more of what he does that gives a bad impression on you. Aside from the noodle incident, you noticed how much he takes pride in teasing and playing with the gullible younger ones and you hate him for that. It’s a good laugh every once in a while but it can hurt feelings at times and you don’t want that. He also likes to disagree and debate with everyone (you’re just glad you haven’t been a victim yet). When everyone else says yes, he’ll boldly say no. That’s how moronic he is to be friends with. 

Of course you acknowledge his good deeds. Whether you like to admit it or not, Jeonghan is a great friend. He is a beacon of strength among you knowing that he’s one of the oldest in the group. He knows where and when to have fun. He knows when to be there for anyone who needs him. He’s supportive. He’s loving. He’s more than okay. 

You’re just turning a blind eye because you’re still petty. 

It has come to your attention that apparently, Jeonghan has been harboring a crush on you. It’s a stupid rumor and you choose to ignore it because why. Why would he have a crush on you? You try confirming if it’s true by looking at him and observing his actions whenever he’s not paying attention. But to no avail, nothing special stood out.

In fact, it seems like all the staring and observation made you develop a crush on him. Now that’s even more annoying. 

You roll your eyes at Seungcheol’s nonsense and walk away from him to go to Jeongyeon who’s currently checking in everyone to the hotel. You might as well help her register everyone to all the activities you will be participating in. 

“Collect their IDs,” she orders without looking up from the form she’s writing on. “And tell them to fall in line so they can sign the consent form.”

“Told you we should have filled out the online form before getting here,” your complaint doesn’t go unheard by your friend who only glares at you, scaring you to immediately obey her instructions.

“IDs please,” you ask with your hand out and your friends happily complied as they chatted through the waiting time. You walk around to make sure you have everyone’s and as you double check, one last ID was missing. 

“You didn’t forget about me, did you?”

The devil himself, Yoon Jeonghan.

You take a deep deep breath before turning around and face the handsome face you’ve been sick of. Wait, did you just call him handsome?! 

Jeonghan flashes his signature smirk while pulling his wallet out from his pocket, picking one of the many cards inside it to hand to you. His gloveless fingers grazes yours and it concerns you why it made your heart skip a beat. You avoid his gaze and everything else about him and run back to Jeongyeon who’s the one asking for these in the first place. 

You heard his low chuckle and you wish you could wipe off his annoying grin with your fist. 

Moving on from what happened in the early afternoon, the rest of the day was pleasant enough for you and your friends to continue. Everyone had lunch at the local restaurant first before doing the group activities. It’s a good thing none of you are afraid of heights (except for Dokyeom, but he manages). Soonyoung leading everyone to hike the safe side of the snow covered mountain wasn’t a problem for him. 

After the quick mountain hike, you all scattered to have fun and decided to meet up for dinner in the evening. You, Jeongyeon, Dokyeom and much to your dismay, Jeonghan all went up to snowboard. 

The lift was supposed to carry the four of you up to the starting point before your adrenaline descend, but Dokyeom suddenly felt a wave of fear of heights and needed to calm down for a few minutes. He tells you to go on ahead and you did. You just didn’t expect Jeonghan to be accompanying you instead of Jeongyeon. 

You hide your disappointment and bewilderment as you make yourself comfortable. It’s awkward but it doesn’t matter. You’re just going to keep quiet and avoid looking Jeonghan’s way. This ride will probably not be a good ten minutes, right?

Jeonghan holds onto his snowboard while you place yours on the floor. A barrier of some sort to distance yourself from him. Your eyes are glued to your feet, watching them move from side to side. You also distract yourself from admiring the view outside the window, but it’s hard when you can feel his eyes burning holes on the back of your head. 

“Y/N.”

You hate it. You hate it. You hate it. 

Why does your name sound so melodic coming from his mouth?

You turn your head and raise your eyebrows, waiting for him to continue. 

But the lift doesn’t let him because it suddenly stops mid-air, echoes of metals clanking and brakes screeching following suit. The abrupt stop causes the lift to shake a little, making you hold onto the metal bars out of fear. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, there has been a mechanical malfunction of the lifts and our engineers are repairing it now at this moment. We apologize for the inconvenience and fear that this has caused. We request everyone to remain calm and seated…”

The announcement falls deaf to your ears because all you hear is ringing. You’re not afraid of heights at all. But you have never experienced an incident like this before. You’ve heard and read about it and not all of them ended well. 

“Hey,” Jeonghan’s voice snaps you out of your dilemma. 

You blink away your tears and clutch your chest to calm your heart that’s beating faster and faster. 

“Y/N?” Jeonghan calls for you again, but this time he’s reaching his hand out. “You’ll be fine. Here, take my hand.”

Jeonghan probably noticed the panic in your eyes. So, after throwing away your doubts outside the window, you carefully move a little closer to him but not beside him as you don’t want to ruin the balance of the lift. You unclench your fist and finally take hold of his waiting hand. 

Jeonghan’s warm palm and genuine smile calms you down. Your heartbeat slows down and your breathing goes back to normal. Your eyebrows furrow in both fear and embarrassment. You question the universe how and why did this have to happen. 

“Hey, don’t cry.”

“I’m not!” 

Jeonghan giggles at your outburst and you don’t know if that’s music to your ears or if it just makes you want to punch his handsome face more. 

“I like you Y/N,” he suddenly confesses and you grimace. 

“I like you too,” you confess back, tightly gripping his hand. “But now is not the time, Yoon Jeonghan.”

Jeonghan bites back a smile that says he’s in love and just gently caresses your hand. It’s unbelievable how the opportunity arose itself right at this moment, but it was now or never for him. He’d explain how much he likes you in detail later. For now, he’s okay with this. 

“But, later though?”

“Yes, now shut up before I throw you out first.”

[primaverabutitalreadyexists]

Ma'am? Sir? Glorious divine that blesses us with gorgeous Viktor art? I love you so much <3

Your art is freaking stunning and, as an artist who's an absolute sucker for lighting, I am legitimately salivating over how you deal with light in your scenes and the way shadows are used to set emotion and the like.

Your expressions are on point and your poses are so expressive it's almost violent. I love how I can briefly glance at a piece and immediately know the type of mood it has by the position of a character.

Your colour theory has me writhing in envy/adoration and that embroidery pattern on V's corset vest is gorgeous and if I ever had intention to get one I would love that design. I can almost feel the texture of the fabric by how you paint it and that is so skillful of you!!

***

I'm sorry for all the nonsense happening on twitter, it's the main reason I will never post there. Most people tend to go there to start conflict or be unreasonably defensive and I am not mentally able to live like that.

As for the specifics, I am not someone who is disabled so won't even try and speak on the disability side of things but will happily say somethin on their way of responding. I think the way you replied was perfectly legible. Any misunderstanding could have been from them not bein an artist or familiar with art terms, so not getting what you meant by setting, but it's a simple word so not really an excuse here.

It seems to me like they had no intention of hearing your response at all by purposefully readin setting as "situation" and their reply being *setting but whatever as if the two words are interchangeable.

***

As a long standing creature of tumblr, I can say pretty confidently that you are very welcome here. We love ourselves a content creator and your willingness to respond to asks and such on the subject is a god-send.

Anyways, this is getting long, so apologies!!!! But I hope you're doing well and please don't let this stop you from releasing/working on some of your art. I would die to see that braced/heraldish version of Viktor because the pose there is *chef's kiss*.

Also do not feel off about posting unfinished or WIP pieces because we will most definitely lap that up here XD

Finally, before I let your inbox rest lmao, do you have any speedpaints at all? I love your art and seeing the process would be incredible. Also... I just... really like speedpaints 😏

~ 💭

Wow thank you so much for that looong message, I appreciate it!! ❤️

Do not hesitate to message me your art account so I can take a look at your work 👀

I honestly think the same way as you, they absolutely wanted to be right and to pick a fight, and there was no way to settle this in an adult way. A shame, but I move on.

Im so glad to hear that you can tell the difference of mood based on the poses, it means I did my job well, and it’s the best compliment I can get!

The amount of unfinished pieces I have in my silly little iPad is discouraging Ahah I want to finish them all at once, but I can’t help having an obsessive idea, scribbling a sketch and then never coming back to it, it’s frustrating!

And oh my god YES I have the Timelapse video of each of my artwork and I have to post them, so if there is a Timelapse you want to see first, do not hesitate to tell me! ❤️

[whumpasaurus101]

Not Quite There

i uh........ i cant rlly explain myself for this one tbh.... UDGHD so umm... content? *nervous laughs* also im sorry its short. but again... content? ehhee.

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CW: Whumpee being dissociative / Trauma / Flashbacks

Jack had noticed how there was something off with Asher for most of the day. He hadn’t seemed.. present. At each time he had, Asher would just stare off into space, and even when Jack tried to make conversation, he noticed how Asher’s eyes would suddenly unfocus and his thoughts would be anywhere but where they needed to be.

Jack didn’t think anything of it until suddenly Asher stiffened beside him with a small gasp. “Ash?” Asher shook his head quickly. Jack got to his feet and knelt right in between Asher’s legs, “Asher, hey! It’s okay! Where are you right now?”

Asher took gasps of air, continuously shaking his head and muttering nonsense under his breath. Jack gently rubbed his finger against Asher’s cheek, “Ash, you feel me? I'm right here okay? I'm right here and I'm not leaving. I need you to try and take some big breaths for me. C'mon Asher, please!” Jack whimpered at the end of his sentence but he chose to ignore that.

Asher wasn't here. Jack knew full well where he was.

---

He could hear the cries of Dylan outside the room. Danny looked at Aiden with pleading eyes, “P-Please, you don't have to do this.” Aiden looked at Danny and started laughing, “Oh you're funny. One minute you're defending your friend and next you're practically begging me not to hurt you! Tell me this Danny boy, who’s gonna get it, you or Dylan?”

Danny bit his lip, he had taken punishments for so many people by now. His back was a ruined mess and put Danny through hell even if he moved the slightest bit.

“M-me,” He sighed. Aiden chuckled, “That’s what I thought.” A shiver was sent down Danny’s spine as Aiden’s words echoed through his head. He squeezed his eyes shut.

---

Once he opened them he was in a cell. It was so familiar and when he saw Mason a sudden coldness washed over him. Asher almost fell back from shock, shaking his head, “Y-You're not real!”

“How rude of you to say that! You collapse out of nowhere, I care for you and now you're saying I'm not real?!” Asher couldn't form words, “I- bu- I-”

“I- Y- w- Speak up!” Asher flinched, shutting his mouth and burying his head between his knees, hugging his legs, “I'm sorry, I'm sorry,” He muttered over and over again. “You're so weak! Just look at you!!! Absolutely pathetic!”

Asher knew he was. He really did. He thought he had actually left the institute. How could he have been so dumb?

---

Jack was crying as he shook Asher’s arm, frantically looking for a response. “Asher please, I'm begging you! C’mon!! Asher, it's me, Jack! I'm right beside you, okay?! It's uh- shit- it's- you're sa- you're with me!”

“Asher, come on!!” Who could he hear? What were they doing at the institute and- no. No, he wasn't at the institute, that was Jack!

Jack kept rubbing Asher’s cheek with his pointer finger, “Baby, focus on my touch, it's alright!”

Asher suddenly sat up with a gasp, almost headbutting Jack who quickly ducked just in time. “A-Ash?” Asher took a while, slowly sitting back down, eyes wide and breath uneven. He breathed fast through his nose and then started panting.

Jack slowly sat back down beside Asher, giving him some space. “I'm um… I'm sorry…I uh-” “Asher, you don't need to apologize, serious-”

“No. I'm sorry, I'm fine.”

“Can I do anything? Do you want to-”

Asher stood up, “I think I'm just um… I'm going to take a nap I uh- I just need to lie down for a… a wh-while.”

When Asher started to wobble slightly, Jack rushed to help him, only for Asher to push him away, “Get off, Mason!” He cried. Jack stumbled back, confused. Mason?

Asher’s face dropped and instant tears fell once again, “I'm so sorry!” He ran off into his bedroom of Rodger’s house and slammed it behind him. Jack just gulped and slowly sat down on the couch. Just give him some space. He just needs some time and he will be fine…. That's it…

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[shoezuki]

This is a post on the cheating accusations around dream mostly surrounding his response video.

If you don’t want to see this or any of these posts then blacklist the tag #discourse

SO I’ve been doing a lot of digging into what dream has said in his response to Geosquare’s original video and report, which was compiled and conducted by the Minecraft Java mods on speedrun.com. 

I won’t talk about that original report in detail, but basically: the mods came to the conclusion that Dream had a 1 in 7.5 trillion chance of getting the pearl bartering rates and the blaze drop odds that he did within the 6 streams he did. As in, someone would need that luck to replicate what dream got. Therefore, he cheated. 

I’m going to put this into a sort of ‘point form’ in according to topic, attempting to put it in chronological order.

Dream’s Initial Tweets

Ok so first like. these are bad. these tweets are what he said (on twitter, excluding in the speedrunning discord) directly after the video was Uploaded to Geo’s channel. 

worth noting he did apologize later, although i wanted to talk about these two instances so i felt the need to include it. 

there’s a lot of interesting wording in the apology tweet itself too. I personally find that when he apologizes he tends to still be very subtextually angry in them with the tone, but more specifically. where he says ‘although i have reason to be upset’, that’s kinda weak and really unneeded. Alongside the ‘intense criticism’, it reads as him trying to say he’s still in the right. kind of like “im sorry i was rude even though I had reason to be rude’. Its an apology sure but he’s not saying sorry for how he really reacted; its justified to him.

Dream’s Response Video

Dream posted a response on his side channel DreamXD on the 22nd, along with the report he had a supposed astrophysicist conduct. I’m going to talk about the report separately from the video for reasons I’ll explain. 

Frankly, the video doesn’t really summarize or explain the report in a meaningful way. At most, it takes some points from it but tends to twist the numbers around, misunderstand the probability and math, and also what the report itself concludes. 

Essentially, dream’s video insists that the numbers found by the mods are wrong and therefore he didn’t cheat at all, yet the report concludes that the numbers found by the mods weren’t entirely accurate, however they’re still extremely unlikely. This is also all under the assumption that the report is entirely correct (ill say how its not next)

His first point is that only his 1.16 run (that was at 5th place two months ago, would have now been 16th) was deemed cheated. This is true; the mods have said that he isnt banned outright and theres no reason to question the legitimacy of his 1.15 runs. 

He also concludes that Geo’s statement that Dream didn’t cooperate with them, and that he deleted 1.16 mod folders, was false. This one is a little more complicated. It could more be chalked up to a miscommunication, although it’s relevant. Geosquare posted screenshots of the specific conversation they had:

Essentially it wasn’t entirely clear, i can understand how geo and the mods interpreted it in such a way. Altho April added in a quote retweet thread that dream didn’t supply the folder she asked for, so he didn’t supply everything they asked for like he states in the video

Essentially: yeah, misleading and weird on both ends. I dont think this is really anything quantifiable, although dream talked about this in the video heavily. 

Out of this though, Geo DID correct himself in the description of the mods’ video. Dream shows this in his own response, but it crops out some of what geo says. here’s from dream’s video

that Update 2 is where he corrects himself. literally why the fuck would you crop it like this and put it in the video i mean this looks so weird and genuinely doesnt provide anything. Here’s what geo actually said

Dream specifically cut it before the line where geo mentions how he said he deleted his specific 1.16 speedrun profile. This one is just so dumb to me. I’d say ‘why not include that’ but either i feel its a) so there’s no potential for people to say what he had actually said could be interpreted otherwise easily or b) doesnt want people to know he got so upset he deleted files (ego wise yknow). Again, I dont think this is definitive of anything but god. it feels scummy lmao

The Video: Incorrect Representation of His Own Report

Dream straight up doesnt present the report’s numbers properly. In fact it makes the entirety of his visuals forfeit, i.e. the gold block analogy that goes on for like 20 minutes. 

The mods said his luck was 1/7.5 trillion. Dream’s report says its 1/10 million (with the addition of 5 other streams) or 1/100 million (only the 6 streams).

I’ll only consider the 1/10 mil odds, since its all dream really brings up. but Basically; there’s not much difference between 1/10 million and 1/7.5 trillion. 

Dream says that the difference is 7.5 trillion minus 10 million, aka 7.4999 trillion. This is what his entire visual with the gold blocks is based on. This is absolutely incorrect, i cant stress that enough. 

You can’t find the difference of fractions by subtracting only the denominators. Like. this is elementary school math. it just doesnt work. 

It’d actually be calculated as: (1/10 000 000) - (1/7 500 000 000 000) = (74999/7 500 000 000 000)

If the mods are wrong, they’re only wrong by 749999/7.5 trillion. that’s literally only  0.000000099999866666667. 

Dream no doubt saw the numbers, considered 10 million vs. 7.5 trillion, and used these big numbers to hold his own point. PROBABILITY DOESNT WORK LIKE THAT. I really think he was just taking advantage of the seemingly big numbers here and wrote it out in a way that favoured him. The gold block analogy in the video played throughout the entire video practically, jokes were made on it, and he made a point of it being ‘so big the game crashed’. 

It’s just plain wrong. even so a difference in the odds doesnt prove shit. He’s downplaying his own odds that he found too. 1/10 million isnt a small number. Even though the legitimacy of that calculation is in question, it is still significant enough to proclaim he cheated. 

Some quick points before I move onto the report; these aren’t as significant in my eyes but it adds to the picture

there’s been criticism of his joking manor throughout the entire video, very specifically the Bill Nye joke. Considering he doesnt actually have a name to provide for his astrophysicist, this joke doesnt feel right

the mod he had a voice clip from (willz) even believes that he cheated and has agreed with the mod team the whole time. 

Dream never has a name for the mod who is apparently on his side (more understandable), the minecraft developer he quoted, or the astrophysicist (most damning)

Dream states that fabric is used by most speedrunners which is true, but fabric and fabric API are different; dream also had the latter installed. my knowledge of how theyre different is limited, all i really know is the API is what can enable editing of the code while fabric is more a modloader. im not entirely sure on this

Dream has said at the end of the video that all funds will go to the mod team so they can make a client that will regulate cheaters. this has been noted as feeling manipulative or like a ‘bribe’, but it definitely puts the mods in a bad position. 

either they accept it and look like they ‘gave in’ to dream and therefore acknowledge him in the right

they deny it and look selfish/taking dream’s kindness for granted

geo said they would insist it goes to a charity instead

Dream constantly disregards the mods as young, inexperienced, ‘just volunteers’ etcetcetc, despite the fact that theyre analysis has been discussed by people with confirmed PhDs without much criticism

Dream’s Report

The report itself is extremely interesting, in that it’s very questionable, but even so it doesn’t come to the conclusion that dream didn’t cheat. The tone between the video and the report is drastically different. 

This is from the “3. What are the goals of this document?” section:

It essentially says this isnt intended, from the very beginning, to completely exonerate dream of cheating. Also note that the author says the mods’ report was mostly correct. 

This is at the end of “9 Conclussions”:

It does notably say cheating isnt the only explanation, but it doesnt actually go as far to say that it’s not possible that he cheated. 

But this can be argued to not matter if we consider the validity of the report as a whole

Dream’s Report: Criticisms

Possibly the first and most known debunking of the report is by u/mfb on reddit, although there’s been much more such as this programmer criticizing the code provided at the end of the report (partially due to how the author of it stated that piglins barter 4-7 pearls, which is incorrect: it’s 4-8), Andrew Gelman, an actual statistician professor from harvard, commented on the original mods’ report as ‘impressive’ while Dream’s report is being regarded as something funny in the comments, and even analysis of dream’s behaviours and his argument by a law student

But what u/mfb posted is what i’ll focus on. Some background into the user; he’s a particle physicist, is moderator in subreddits like r/cosmology and r/astrophysics, he’s regarded as a reliable source on r/askscience and r/askreddit. Basically, multiple other people have vouched for him and before all this he had many posts in these fields. 

that’s already better than the unnamed astrophysicist. 

The post is better speaking for itself but here is a few exerpts from it;

Essentially, the report’s methods are debunked by u/mfb-, alongside that a moderator of r/statistics regarded the report as ‘nonsensical in its application of statistics’ and linked to u/mfb-’s comment. 

i’m going to end this here. Partially because severe backpain or whatever,.

but I want to say at this point its practically definitive that dream cheated, that he lied to us, and that he continues to do so. Much more could be said on his video such as his tone, intentions, the overt emphasis on the ‘biases’ of the mods. 

I havent even mentioned that the ‘astrophysicist’ themself may be a scam; they are sourced from a website that is extremely sketchy, has no names attached to it, and was created less than a year ago (with practically no traffic on it until maybe a month ago). 

But i hope this is coherent. I have interest in this so if theres questions im always open. 

[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS VERSUS Ⅱ Vol.4 Carla VS Shin [Track 6]

Original title: 月狼兄弟の企み

Source: Diabolik Lovers VERSUS II Vol. 4 Carla VS Shin [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Morikawa Toshiyuki & Morikubo Shoutaro

Translator’s note: I will be honest here ーー I initially pushed back this translation because I am not the biggest Tsukinami stan out there and I thought I wouldn’t enjoy this CD very much. However, the relationship between Carla and Shin really is fascinating and I’m really looking forward to playing Dark Fate eventually to see how the game tackles it and develops their bond in the respective routes. I assume most of the backstory parts this CD provides gets repeated in the game as well, but since I haven’t played it, most of the information was new for me. xD

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Track 6: The Tsukinami Brothers’ Scheme

Carla: Well then...Moreーー! ...Hm?

Approaching footsteps can be heard. 

Carla: Hmph. So you’ve finally made it here.

Shin: Nii-san.

Carla: Shin. You sure took your time.

You seem shocked. 

Shin: My apologies for interrupting you while you are busy. ...Why do you look so surprised?

Carla: Shin. She is surprised by your current appearance.

Shin: ...Hm? Ahー I am covered in blood after all. However, she’s quite the sight right now as well. 

Shin leans against the edge of the bed.

*Creaaaak* 

You aks how he is still alive.

Shin: Haah? I should be dead? Ahー You mean Nii-san’s messing around from earlier? Who do you think I am? I couldn’t die even if I wanted to. 

Carla: Seems like those Vampire brothers do not resort to such kind of playful banter.

Shin: Heeh? Well, if you’ve got the entire Demon World at your fingertips, I’m sure there’s more fun things to do than mess around like this. Even though we are running out of time.

Carla: Haste makes waste. 

Shin: I know, Nii-san.

Carla: Furthermore, Shin. Next time you shall not be so lucky.

Shin: What could you be referring to, Nii-san~? 

Carla: Do not play dumb.

Shin: If you’re talking about the fact I sucked her blood, I did that for your sake. She smelled horrible after all.  

Carla: ...Do you wish to anger me?

Shin: Woah there! That’s not my intention. Could you not get the wrong idea? More importantly, seems like she’s had something laying on the tip of her tongue this whole time. Shouldn’t we listen, just in case?

Carla turns his head towards you.

Carla: ...What’s the matter?

You tell them that you are just a human. 

Carla: ‘I am just a normal human’, you say? Heh, what nonsense are you still spouting? 

Shin: Do you truly believe an ‘ordinary human’ would have a whole family of Vampires gang up on them, being toyed around with as they please? You really are a fool.

Carla: You are free to believe what you wish. However, the truth cannot be denied. You are not unaware of the story behind your own heart, are you? 

Shin: The heart of Cordelia, daughter of the Demon Lord should be buried inside of there. 

Carla: Shin. That is the truth, but it is somewhat different from the theory we go by. 

You frown.

Shin: ...I know. ...You’re actually aware, aren’t you? Of the fact that you are not normal. Yet you wish to be human despite that? 

You insist that you are human. 

Carla: You claim to be a human regardless? I see. Seems like you need urgent cleansing after all. Before it is too late. Shin, youーー

Shin: No need to ask, I’ll help you out. 

Carla: Do not get the wrong idea. You are simplyーー

Shin: Tsk...I know, Nii-san. The reason I sucked her blood was really for no other reason than the one I gave you before. Besides, I am like a servant to you. I can never match you, nor do I wish to. 

Carla: We are blood-related siblings, and also the last two survivors of the First Bloods in this whole world. Therefore, I am speaking the truth when I say that I do not want to have to end you with my own hands. ...That being said, rebellion is a deadly sin. If you were to bare your fangs at me, I shall have no mercy. I shall cut you up, and turn you to ashes in the flames of Purgatory. 

Shin: I do not think meeting my end at the hands of a Founder such as yourself would be that bad, to be honest.

Carla: ...Shin.

Shin: ...! That was just a little joke right now.

Carla: I hope it is. You a Founder, even if it was meant as a joke, you should not say such things so carelessly. 

Shin: I know. I shall act as you wish. 

Carla: I see. In that case, I shall give you permission to join us on the bed.

Shin: ...Now that makes me extremely happy and grateful.

Shin joins the two of you.

*Creaaaak* 

Shin: Well then, shall we continue your cleansing?

You fight back. 

*Rustle rustle*

Carla: Shin. Do not allow her to fight back. This woman should submit to us, bowing her head.

Shin: Hehe...My bad, my bad~ Ugh...!! Behave!! Argh, fuck! Making me go through trouble like this...Don’t make a fuss! Just give up already! It’s all pointless...I’m sure you don’t want to be overtaken by their blood and become a Vampire either, do you? 

*Rustle rustle*

Shin: ...Ugh! You’re so annoying! If Nii-san wasn’t here, I would have punched you by now, geez! Come on! Don’t struggle!

Shin restrains you.

Shin: Listen. If you don’t have your blood cleansed by us, you’ll fall victim to their Vampire blood, get it? We are saving you...!!

*RIIIIP*

Shin: ...Ugh! Seeing as I have no other choice but to tie you down like this, I’m really starting to wonder just how those Vampires disciplined you...!? 

*Rustle*

Carla: I assume they let her be defiant like this. They say that the feistier the prey, the more delicious, do they not? Which is why I told you to defy this kind of behavior earlier. I simply cannot stand the thought of being grouped together with this inferior Vampires. 

Shin: Heh...I see. Well, even if you say that, to me your blood was so fucking disgusting, it shocked me. I feel bad for you too Nii-san, knowing the first blood you got to enjoy in decades turned out to be like this. Hahaha...

Carla: I do not mind. This is for the sake of our race. If this is my duty as a King, I shall accept it. 

Shin: As to be expected of Nii-san. To me, it was so bad, I thought I was gonna die. So much so I wanted to kill those Vampires in cold blood at that very moment. Hahaha...

Carla: Well then, let us leave the chit-chat at that. You can give her your fangs down there. Like this, I shall proceed with the cleansing from her nape once more.

*Rustle*

Shin: Haah...This torture again, huh? I feel like being killed by Nii-san would have still been preferable. 

Carla: Woman. Sorry for the wait. This time twice the amount of pleasure will assault you, I assume. This is something you have been eagerly craving for, is it not? You should rejoice! Fufufu...

*Rustle*

Shin: I’ll start from the tip of your toes. Brace yourself, okay? Haahnーー!

Shin bites you.

Carla: ...I see. It hurts, does it? In that case, I shall give you an even greater pain. Here on your chest...

Carla bites you as well. 

*Sluuuurp*

Carla: Mmh...Haah...

Shin: Mmph...Haahー!! Haah...It’s only a slight improvement, but I feel like it’s somewhat more palatable than earlier. Mmh...

Carla: Seems like the effects of the cleansing have started showing somewhat. Haahn...

*Sluuuurp*

*Gulp gulp gulp*

Carla: Haah...

*Gulp gulp*

Carla: Haah...

Shin: Haah... However...It’s still nowhere near enough...!

Carla: Do not panic...We made it in time for the Lunar Eclipse. Like this, those Vampires will be unable of tracking down her presence. Haahn...

*Sluuuurp*

*Gulp*

Shin: When I think of those guys frantically looking around for her, it makes me feel a little better. Hahaha...Nii-san, switch places with me. 

*Rustle*

Carla: Heh. Very well.

Shin: Thanks~ ...Haahn. 

Shin bites your chest this time.

*Gulp*

Carla: What’s the matter? Your body’s twitching...Mmh...

*Sluuuurp*

*Gulp*

Shin: In that case, I’ll suck you here next. Guess I’ll go for your lower back? Engraving my own fang marks on top of the ones Nii-san left behind might not be bad. 

*Gulp*

Carla: Haah...Hah! What nonsense are you spouting..Mmh...

*Sluuuurp*

Shin: Heh...But don’t you like nonsense as well?

Shin bites your lower back. 

Shin: Mmh...

*Gulp*

Carla: Haah...Oi, woman. Have you lost all will to fight back? Or perhaps it feels too good, you no longer care about resisting? Just as I thought, you were just bluffing earlier. Mmh...

*Gulp*

Shin: Hehe...Seems like she lost the strength to fight back, but she’s still glaring at us, you know? 

Carla: ...Haah. Heh. I wonder how long she will be able to keep said expression. Let us test her some more. 

*Creaaaak*

*Rustle rustle*

Carla: Haahn...

*Sluuuuurp*

*Gulp gulp*

Shin: ...Haah...You really are an interesting woman. Haahnーー!

*Gulp*

Shin: Don’t tell me...Did you perhaps have something special going on with one of those Vampires? ...Heh, there’s just no way, right? 

Carla: Do you truly believe those guys would be capable of comprehending a human’s feelings? In the end, they are still filthy Vampires.

Shin: Heh, right. ...When you consider who dragged you out here in the first place, there’s just no way.

Carla: Haahn...

*Gulp gulp*

Carla: Haah...haah...The taste of her blood is gradually changing... 

Shin: Mmh...Haah...

*Gulp*

Shin: Mmh...Haah...! Is the end to this everlasting darkness nearly upon us at last? 

Carla: Exactly. The time has come, the moon is chipped. The door to Banmaden will open, and us siblings will be freed. And thenーー! I can see a bright future. Hahaha...Finally! The moon has become full again. Soon those guys will become aware of my existence. 

Shin: Hahaha...I wonder what that guy’s going to do? 

Carla: There is nothing he can do. We can no longer be stopped. We have our trump card right here. 

Shin: I’m the one who brought her here, you know?

Carla: Fufufu...You got to have some fun with her earlier as a reward, did you not?

Shin: Hmph. Well, that works.

Carla looks over at you.

Carla: You are nothing but a tool to us. 

You ask what they are scheming.

Shin: Hmm~? Our motive, you ask? ...I believe it’d be in your best interest to remain ignorant though.

Carla: Exactly. All you need to think about is your own blood.

*Rustle*

Carla: However, if you are okay with experiencing the pain from being treated as a tool regardless, I do not mind telling you. 

Shin: You heard him. ...Honestly, your masochism really is off the charts. Hahaha...

You frown. 

Shin: Well, if you shut up and fulfill your duty, you can simply watch over everything which is about to happen. You can no longer get away, you know? If you do...You’ll be ripped to shreds by us before you get a chance of returning to their side.

Carla: It would be highly troubling if you believe that you can do as you please simply because you hold some value to us. We simply need you alive. 

Carla leans in closer. 

Carla: You understand what I’m trying to say...Don’t you?

You nod.

Carla: Fufufu...Seems like you comprehend at least. 

Shin jumps off the bed.

Shin: ...There we go. Oh dear, seems like the moon has become full while we were getting carried away talking. We might want to hide this girl for real soon.

Carla: Good point. Let us go into hiding for a while, and proceed with the cleansing. 

Shin: Seems like it’ll take some time.

Carla: When you consider we have spent several hundreds years down in the flames of Hell, it is barely worth mentioning. Haste makes waste. ...Woman. We shall have you show your use for our sake. 

Well then, Shin. It is almost time. Hide this manor from their view.

Shin: Understood.

Shin gets up and walks towards the door.

Carla: Shin.

Shin: ...Hm, what’s wrong, Nii-san?

Carla: ...Don’t make me have to kill you. We are the only two remaining First Bloods after all.

Shin: Haha...Now this is new for you, to repeat yourself over and over like that. What’s the matter? Have you been affected by that girl’s blood, perhaps?

Carla: Tonight is different from usual after all.

Shin: Hm...Seems like even the King of Founders can’t fight back against the moon. 

Carla: ...

Shin: I know how you feel very well, Nii-san. Did I not mention it earlier? You should know better than anyone else that I can’t defy you. 

Carla: ...

Shin: ...Well then, we’ll seriously run out of time, so I’ll get going now. Having them find this place is the one thing I’d like to avoid after all. 

Carla: Yes...

Shin leaves.

Carla: Shin, you...No, I suppose I am worrying over nothing. However, we have willingly brought the seed of disaster upon ourselves. Things cannot possibly stay the same. 

You look up at Carla, confused. 

Carla: Woman. You should sleep for a while.

He suddenly knocks you out cold.

*THUD*

Carla: I shall not forgive those who defy me, regardless of who they may be. Even if it is my younger brother...

*SCENE SHIFT*

Shin: ( I can’t win against Nii-san...There’s too overwhelming of a power difference. Not only is he the King of Founders, but a descendant of the First Bloods. Which is why I always thought that it only made sense for me to exert myself for him as his younger brother.

...But knowing things will stay like that forever, is a little troubling. That girl. If only I were able to get my hands on her. I’d be able to, against Nii-san... )

Even if I have to go up against my own older brother, I shall make you mine...! If this is my destiny, I’ll rip apart these chains of reason with my own hands! 

Shin transforms into a wolf.

*HOOOOOOOOWL*

He runs off.

*HOOOOOOOOWL*

ーー THE END ーー

[whirlybirdwhat]

For the ask game, what really got stuck at my head are actually two scenes:

—Luffy's funeral in your Sea Child AU, because of all the emotional weight behind the scene where you know that it isn't the end of his story, Luffy's still chasing his dream, he will be Pirate King, not even Death or The Sea Themselves could ever stop him, but at the same time you can't help but feel the same utter despair and grief for the kid took away by the sea, that didn't get to grow like a happy kid, because now he's a truly Sea Child and The Sea isn't kind, not even to the one's it consider as its people, The Sea is cruel and unstable and ruled by its own uncaring whims. Beside Luffy himself we have still to consider Makino, Shanks and Garp, the ones left behind, the ones that, in fact, lost him to the sea, that were left with nothing deep grief, cruel resignation, and a boy shaped hole in their hearts. I'm not even got talk about how Luffy didn't even got to know about Ace, Sabo and Dadan existences, the people that had it not being The Sea's Call he could have called family, could have called bothers. Although I'm curious about what Luffy's absence mean to these three, are Ace and Sabo still brothers? Ace still thinks that Sabo's dead? Did Sabo still try to run way and ended up half dead and amnesic in the revolutionary ship?

—Ace's encounter with frnd (is that the creepy deer's name?) in the absolute darkness of the forest at a new moon, but this one is stuck with me because of the pure creepyness, horror and fear present in the scene. Like, the scene begging with the mild horror of the entire series that at this point became the new normal for us readers: The Forest™; then, out of nowhere and with no previous warning it's a new moon, what we were already warned about the dangers of, being said that not a single one of the feared demons of the east spend that night outside, and Ace is spending it in The Forest™, The Heart of East Blue, where all the Darkness is at it's strongest; and like it wasn't enough the creepy deer skeleton who kept been mentioned through the chapters suddenly is alive, and it's the worst thing in that forest, it's God, The Darkness, The Forest itself, and it's so great of a being that from just speaking with Ace, the kid's practically being killed from the inside out; and Ace's left alone with a uncaring God saying creepy and vague nonsenses that are literally killing him from the inside in the middle of The Forest Where Nightmares Are Born at THAT night of the month where The Darkness thrive and the demons themselves hide and all you can do is keep reading with a growing uneasiness and sense of dread and horror about all the situation at hand.

Sorry about the ridiculously big ask, it's just that I have a lot to say about your works and break down and explain writing is difficulty to do with just a few lines.

HI PLEASE DO NOT EVER APOLOGIZE FOR THE RIDICULOUSLY BIG ASK I AM 🥺🥺🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ RIGHT NOW!!!!!! thank you so very much oh my gosh.

till the sea's first bit has always been a bit of pride on my part because im so very happy how it turned out annd im just. so happy the emotional weight to that scene got through and that it stuck with you!!!

Although I'm curious about what Luffy's absence mean to these three, are Ace and Sabo still brothers? Ace still thinks that Sabo's dead? Did Sabo still try to run way and ended up half dead and amnesic in the revolutionary ship?

as for this - keep in mind that luffy died when shanks was still at fuusha village!! luffy hasn't met ace and sabo at all, so any effect he may have had on their story is gone now. And this has some big effects that you'll see in..... i think 3 chapters??? maybe 5?? its gonna be fun i'll tell you that - my unconnected drabble series has a couple of chapters that hint at what to come - like this one!!!!

AND YES!! THE CREEPY DEER IS FRNED AND HE IS MY BELOVED <3 im so very glad that his build up paid off and that the absolute horror of his build up paid off because it is fucking terrifying. those scenes were so fun to write and i have written more (chapter 3 is up now :DDDDD) but just. frned. he's my favorite oc??? i guess you would call him, but he's just so delightfully horrible. it's darkness, its god, its death and destruction and terror, and its chasing after children in the night and its something comprehendible and terrible and the worst part?

the worst part about it?

frned is afraid of luffy. fun to think about ;D

ANYWAY. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR JUST BREAKING DOWN MY WORKS FOR ME HERE??? its so,,, idk the word its like. very late for me, but it's so good to hear and see how people percieve my works and it makes my writer brain explode with little fireworks aha <3

i hope you enjoy the next installments of these fics!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️!

[wishiwasntstillhere]

and when the world is crashing down on you, will you give me a call?

Kyouya makes a different decision, and does not end up threatening someone he cares about. 

Kyouya-centric for his birthday!! Episode 8 fixit fic, no ships but also im clearly in love with all three of them so :) also on ao3!

Haruhi bursts into his room and goes straight for the bathroom, never even seeing him. Heaving noises ensue from within. He winces. Too much crab, then. He lays the towel down, grabbing his glasses so he can stand, but-

Should he go check on her?

For the hundredth time, the waves crash against that jagged rock and Haruhi plunges silent into dark water. He blinks it away.

Instead, he sits, toweling his hair, and wonders at her. Will she be awkward once she realizes he’s just finished showering? Hmm. Probably not. Oblivious or indifferent, Kyouya can never tell which, but Haruhi never seems flustered by that kind of thing.

That thought should be intriguing, but today there's only a churning in his gut.

“All done?” Kyouya asks, once his bathroom door opens again. He doesn't look up.

“I’m sorry for intruding into the room of a stranger-"

“How rude. It’s me.”

"Kyouya-senpai? Oh. I’m sorry, I seem to have gotten everyone worried about me.”

He refuses to let it play again. Yet in crashes the sea, the fall, the silence of that terror. He just can't shake it.

And so, the Shadow King must act.

Kyouya glances past her to the lightswitch and draws up the words he needs.

“I wasn’t particularly worried.” He stands, then drinks out of his water bottle. Cool, casual. That’s the key to this ruse.

He lays out the bait, recounting Hikaru and Kaoru’s scuffle with her attackers. Pinning his focus on his destination across the room, he spins some nonsense about bouquets and apologies to the girls. Kyouya doesn’t look at her once, even as he positions himself for the catch. In a way, it’s hosting. A careful dance made to look careless, subtly guiding her to the right outcome.

“I’ll pay for those flowers myself,” Haruhi promises, of course.

And his timing is precise. In the exact moment he lays out her six-figure mistake, he flips the lights off, and finally, Kyouya can turn to face her.

Something about the ruffles on her dress sends cold water splashing frantic up his insides. He takes another breath. He reaches down, drawing up the calculated cruelty he needs. He doesn’t like playing the bad guy, but he is best equipped for it. And someone has to.

“Why did you turn the lights off?”

She’s stepped in the snare, the cold teeth of the trap must snap shut around her now. Now, or she’ll never see the danger as it should be.

But his eyes catch on her face, blurry in the dark but watching, open, patient—and the teeth don’t move. He doesn’t move.

“Senpai?”

She fidgets, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. Surely she senses the strangeness in the air.

“Senpai, you’re starting to worry me,” she starts cautiously.

Is he? Is he finally? He can hardly breathe, only he knows this isn’t enough. He grasps for his plan, the words that will make things right-

“Senpai, I’m sorry about the expense. Please don’t worry about it, I really will pay it off,” she tries, and he knows that she really means it. She gives him a look, gentler than a smile, something surreal and infuriatingly comforting in her very Haruhi way, and he chokes.

“Why didn’t you call for help, Haruhi?” he asks, relieved that his voice comes out so indifferent.

Haruhi sighs. “So you were worried.”

A Kyouya with the lights on would fill this space with words, flooding it with hurtful meaningless things. As a member of the host club, you are but an asset to me at best, commoner. Don’t presume your own importance. You are obligated to stay out of trouble until your debt is paid, at least.

There are yet other things he could have said in light, things that would have been kinder, truer, and yet just as deceptive. You scared Tamaki. You drove the twins to violence for you. Don't you see how they worry for you?

But they’re in the dark, and Haruhi’s not dumb, and his hand is already shown. Kyouya has an infinite capacity for unkindnesses––but for once, he’s willing to admit that he doesn’t want to go through with this plan.

“Why didn’t you?” he repeats.

She cocks her head, answering frankly. “It didn’t occur to me.”

And the cold inside him wails.  

He clenches his jaw to keep from shouting at her, how completely unhelpful that would be. But still more iron leaches into his tone than intended.

“And just why didn’t it occur to you?”

Haruhi’s chin jerks, eyes sparking. Oh, no.

“Well, those guys weren’t listening, so I didn’t have time to worry about how my gender would impact things. I had to act.”

She’s not listening, and the water is growing more agitated. Careless. Disrespectful. She should be afraid, and he can make her fear him.

Stomach lurching, he holds that thought in place. No. He doesn’t want to hurt her. He doesn’t want her to fear him.

This isn’t about Kyouya. It’s about Haruhi, and her safety.

How can he make her understand? How can he understand?

“I don’t disagree that something had to be done,” he starts. “Those girls were in real, immediate danger, and your intervention allowed Kurakano-kun to get the rest of the club to help. And Tamaki was being unreasonable by making the issue about your gender.”

Even this much is exhausting, so he sits down on the floor.

When she follows suit, her shoulders have settled a little from their taut hunch. Progress. He searches the dark and blurry bedroom for the next right words. But Haruhi finds them first.

“I know that rushing in to fight those guys was reckless,” she murmurs. “But the girls were scared. If I didn’t act, right away, they were going to be hurt.”

Kyouya pauses. She won’t like his next question. But he holds her gaze, intending to understand.

“Had you considered that you could get hurt, by intervening?”

Haruhi frowns. “After I hit the one, I knew they would focus on me. That was sort of the point, to get him to let go of Momoka-chan. But…” Her tone shifts into something more contemplative now. “I suppose I didn’t guard myself well, but how were my actions any different from Tamaki-senpai’s? He dove straight off the cliff to get to me, wasn’t that just as dangerous?”

She does have a point there. However good a swimmer he is, Tamaki had dived off the cliff without even looking. And yet...

True, Tamaki rushes into many reckless things to help others, but it’s never quite filled Kyouya with the same cold dread as Haruhi’s tumble off the cliff. And Tamaki has taken many a tumble. Kyouya would know, after all.

Ah.

“Haruhi, if you were robbed in a foreign country and you didn’t speak the language and you had nothing on you but your cellphone and 1000 yen, what would you do?”

She startles. “Huh? I would… search for the embassy, I guess?”

“And if you had no idea where the embassy was?”

“I would... try to find a map?”

Hmm.

“And if you got locked out of your home at 3 AM in the morning?”

“Senpai, what is this about?” Her confusion has shifted into mild irritation.

“Humor me,” he says, unsmiling.

She throws her hands up in resignation. “I would… wait until my dad got home.”

“And if he was on a business trip? Or if it was storming?”

“I would break in somehow.”

“And if someone at school was stealing your books and writing slurs on your desk?”

Rolling her eyes, she sighs out, “I would let the teacher know I needed new books, and clean off my desk before school. Senpai, this isn’t very funny.”

There’s a knock at his door. “Kyouya?” And it opens. “Do you have any lotion? This sunburn is worse than I-”

Tamaki freezes in the doorway. Kyouya can’t see the look on his face, but he hardly needs to, with the perfect replica hissing steam in his mind. He has approximately three seconds to derail this explosion. Luckily, he has just the thing to reroute the wildly careening train that is Tamaki’s mind.

“What are you-”

“Tamaki, after you got scammed and you were stranded on your own in Taiwan, what did you do?”

Tamaki blinks, recalibrating.

“Uh, I think I went to the embassy?”

“And how did you get to the embassy?”

“Hmm... Oh! I called you to ask for directions.” Walking over, he drops down to sit with them. His eyebrows are pinched––he wants to ask why, but still he lets Kyouya lead on.

“Yes. In the middle of an investor meeting,” he adds to a perplexed Haruhi. “And what about that time when you tried to climb from your window to the roof and fell out of your bedroom, when you were too embarrassed to call for a maid to come unlock your own house at 3 AM?”

“I… called you and stayed over at your place.”

Haruhi makes a face at that, which is fair. Nonetheless.

This last one is a little more delicate. He softens his voice, and inclines his head toward Haruhi by way of explanation. “And when you were bullied by our xenophobic peers in middle school?”

“Ah,” Tamaki says, realization smoothing his brow. “I told you about it. And you blackmailed them within an inch of their lives, of course.” He grins at the memory, at Kyouya. It’s easy to smirk back, warm and wicked in equal measure. That plan he has no regrets about.

Haruhi looks back and forth between them. He knows she’s still turning it over in her own mind. She is certainly smart enough to get it herself. But Kyouya decides anyway to take a page out of her book and be blunt, lest a mistranslation lead to regret later.

“The difference,” he explains, “is that whenever Tamaki is in trouble, he calls.”

They sit in silence for a while, Haruhi with her face downturned, Kyouya watching, patient. Considering both of them with his own discerning gaze, Tamaki settles, too.

“I’m just not like that, though,” Haruhi concludes, at last. Her voice is a touch wistful.

Tamaki is very, very gentle with his next words, Kyouya notices. “You grew up pretty lonely, didn’t you, Haruhi?  You had to deal with a lot on your own.”

She shrugs, though all three know it’s true. And then all at once, they’re thinking of mothers and childhoods lost, and the melancholy sets in heavily over them.

“You know, Kyouya grew up much the same,” he says.

Haruhi turns to look at a bewildered Kyouya, who pushes up his glasses on reflex. But Tamaki smiles, continuing.

“Yes, he’s someone I can always depend on. But he’s not very good at asking for help, either.”

Kyouya glowers at the sheer audacity, only to startle as they both look at him with eyes far too affectionate. He shifts in place and looks down instead.

“But he has the whole Host Club looking out for him. So that even though sometimes, he doesn’t ask out loud, we can see it. And we’ll help.”

Here’s a pause. Tamaki swallows, leans forward, and bows.

“Haruhi, I’m sorry I yelled. I was angry because I was scared. That was my own fault, and you have every right to be upset.”

She rocks a little in her seat. “I’m sorry, as well. I don’t want to worry you guys.”

An absurd feeling grows in Kyouya’s chest. Half mirth, half despair.

Because he realizes: he doesn’t want her to be sorry at all anymore. She shouldn’t have to be sorry, she did nothing wrong . She acted to help, because it was more important to her than any consequence.

And now it’s clear: Haruhi has somehow become someone he truly cares about. Like Tamaki. Haruhi is something precious. Completely an agent of her own, and so trusting, and so kind. She’s earnest. She’s inherently good. He just wants her to be safe.

And he will never have any control over that.

The hysteria swells, threatening the structural integrity of his ribcage. All of the understanding he’s earned still won’t stop the fear that’s been crashing through him this whole night. He chokes down the laughter bubbling up and in his sheer desperation, looks at Tamaki.

It takes only one moment for Tamaki to read Kyouya’s distress, and in the next, he’s grabbing his hand, squeezing tight. And then he extends one to Haruhi.

“Haruhi, you don’t ever have to face things alone again. Will you let us be there for you?”

Kyouya has no control over how hard he squeezes Tamaki’s hand as they wait. He watches Haruhi’s own hands curl on her lap.

"I won’t be very good at it.”

"We aren’t either,” he says. She huffs. “It’s about the trying. Together .”

When she looks up, he's ready. Her eyes are searching, so he makes sure his own gaze is steadfast. He almost missed ever having this opportunity, he's fully aware. He won't let her down again.

“Okay,” she whispers. And takes Tamaki’s hand.

Relief blooms tangibly in the air. Haruhi’s eyes crinkle at Tamaki's relieved laugh. She opens her mouth to say something else, and-

Thunder shatters the room. Haruhi squeaks, yanking on his hand and hunching.

“Haruhi?” Tamaki leans forward, but-

Lightning strikes again, closer this time, and Kyouya feels the thunder slam into his eardrums. Haruhi yelps, trembling violently. She looks around the room, spots his dresser, and stands.

“Sorry! I- I uh- have to go now!”

“Don’t hide in the dresser,” Kyouya says, then feels foolish. Where had that thought come from? Why would she-?

But then she actually starts climbing into his dresser, and he and Tamaki have to hold the doors open.

“What- why would-? Haruhi, are you afraid of thunder?”

“It’s fine, I’ll be fine, this is how I always get through it,” she stammers, curling up inside.

“Not anymore,” says Tamaki, fiercely, and pulls her out into a hug.

“We have an American-style basement. It should be soundproof there, and there won’t be any flashing. Let’s head down now,” Kyouya decides. She’s trembling, clutching hard at Tamaki.

“I can’t- I’m not going to make it.”

“Close your eyes and cover your ears. We’ll get you there safe,” promises the Host Club prince, holding her even tighter.

“Okay,” she whispers.

Somehow they make it, the three of them hobbling to the basement. And somehow, the others find them, and they play games and music until they're almost all asleep on the various couches.

Kyouya’s turned off the lights and is just throwing a blanket over the twins when he hears her.

He’d thought she was asleep when he’d passed to drape a blanket over her on her own couch. Maybe she’s sleep talking, or maybe she woke up again. Either way, he stills, hoping she won’t spot him.

“You guys are even nicer than I thought,” she murmurs to the dark room. “Thank you, Kyouya-senpai.”

Despite himself, he smiles.

[smallcrystals]

I had written so much and then i fucking lost it all nooooooooooo. 

Welp, gotta rewrite it. Here are my sibs, be warned, there’s a lot here. Also, apologies for subjecting you to my handwriting. 

  Morning star (eldest, top left)

  Mid-late twenties

Likes historical weaponry and combat. she ‘s a big nerd, who used to larp and enjoys things like tabletop and renaissance fairs and fantasy stuff (she also sort of inspired a dnd hobby in flash)

Amputee 

She has adhd (they all do) which was inherited from their dad. 

She likes jazz

She was in the air force for a while doing mechanics and maintenance. She ended up losing an arm and a leg in an engine accident due to someone else’s neglect of procedure. She got a medical discharge and ended up not getting a lot of benefits she was kind of promised (cause ‘merica). She depends on vet aid for a lot of her expenses but it’s still not nearly enough (cause ‘merica), and she is bitter. 

She used to be a huge social butterfly, very much the Prep/jock leader type. She’s more jaded and a lot more tired now, but she still very much likes people when she has the energy. 

She likes making morbid jokes. Her:  “Damn that sounds like it’ll cost you an arm and a leg,” Everyone: *sweating*. She lives for their discomfort. 

She still lives with her family for convenience, and now a days she’s doing college online. 

Tol lady 

Frizzy hair

V protective

  Militant march (second oldest, top right.)

A year or two older than flash 

I got his design from the scene in friendship games where the band comes on

Speaking of, Band Geek. he’s in percussion, he is percussion dad. He has extra sheet music and the freshmen are his kids

Also plays classical piano

He has inattentive type adhd, which he deals with by doubling down on organization. 

His bullet journal is pristine. He has…so many sticky notes. So many. On his desk, on his door, stuck on the walls, covering the bathroom mirror, so many. He has a set of alarms, and he keeps a calendar. 

Does like ~awarness~ exercises to deal with zoning out and getting lost in thought (which he does a lot) 

He doesn’t want to deal with forgetting stuff he so just. Carries everything. Everywhere. 

If you mess with his schedule he will panic. Please arrange hangouts with at least like, 3 days notice pls, he doesn’t do well with spontaneity 

He’s a good student. He’s also good to his teachers, he brings in apples and coffee, he volunteers to help them retrieve things and with grading, and he’s generally very agreeable. He usually also establishes a relationship with them because he needs to communicate his needs when it comes to ADHD accommodations.

 On the flip side, if a teacher ignores his disability accommodations or his county plan or is an asshole about it, he doesn’t tolerate it. He will lawyer on it, he will file with the school, he will go to admin and he will have you in litigation from your toes up to your teeth. God forbid you are a shitty sub. 

Petty but like, quietly. 

Whenever people get up to nonsense he’s just like: sips tea

Otherwise, he’s a soft boi. Accommodating, patient, and polite. Wears cable knit sweaters and polo shirts. 

  Uppercut (lower left, second youngest)

She boxes! She also wants to get into mma. Very scrappy gal

She’s in like, 7th or 8th grade

Despite her jockness, she still very much dresses femininely. She likes skater skirts and e-girl stuff. 

Flash: “she’s my little sister and I love her. She’s also a demon from hell sent to kill me via stress attack,”

Mischievous. She likes to prank people, she likes to sass her brothers and she is a mythic  troll to her family (and others)

Also pretty internet savvy. She’s on a lot of different forms and boards. She also uses VPNs, AdBlock, data protectors, and the like. 

She likes making video edits and amvs. 

She is a menace, and sometimes gets up to dangerous and/or questionable things, like trolling alt-right message boards or baiting people into saying creepy or incriminating stuff so she can report or blackmail them 

She’s on reddit

G a m e r 

She also floods bigoted tags with things like memes and fancams to clog them. 

She has catfished people before. Usually incels and 4channers. She has some weird sense of vigilantism, and also finds it funny. It’s never anything serious (like having someone think they’re in a serious relationship) but she has gotten people to get her stuff like steam games b4.

 Flash was not pleased when figured this out and he’s sort of constantly worried somethings going to happen. One time she did something that especially freaked him out and he got Microchip to install parental controls on her computer for like a month.

On the less worrying side of things, she runs fan blogs and likes tiktok. Normal fandom stuff. 

Her room has colored LED lights. 

I like to think flash give her the jacket he wore in the first 3 movies once he got his makeover. 

Hyperactive adhd! She has a fidget spinner, but she only got one after it became “cringy”. She hyper focuses All The Time.  Does the leg bounce, and gets a lot of energy out through her boxing. Her computer is super organized, her room is an absolute mess. 

First base (youngest, bottom right.)

He’s like, 10-12. 

Baeby. He baeby. 

He’s the little colt in a couple of the cmc episodes, im pretty sure everyone decided he’s flash’s brother and so have i. 

Combined type adhd. He is a very hyper boy. He’s constantly fidgeting or moving in his seat or dancing in place.

It would annoy his teachers if he weren’t so polite. 

He plays baseball! 

He also really likes flowers, especially yellow ones, and especially especially yellow roses, dandelions, and marigolds

He tucks dandelions into his shoelaces a lot. 

He’s also very friendly and upbeat, as well as surprisingly emotionally mature. He’s very in touch with his feelings and very good at sensing how other people feel. 

Plays ukelele, flash taught him. First painted flowers on it

He has this giant frizzy fluffy mass of hair, so he has some clips and barrettes he uses to keep it out of his face sometimes. He also sometimes wears headbands. 

Yellow is his favorite color. 

He dresses literally however he wants, including stuff like skirts. he‘s very fond of sweater dresses when it’s cold. 

Him and flash are very close. Flash basically acts like he’s his momma, and he will extend that nurturing to First base’s close friends. 

He’s also just an absolute magpie. He collects a ton of things from cool rocks to random shiny stuff to hairpins he finds. He always most have pockets for this reason. He also always has scrunches and hair ties on his wrist even though he doesn’t use them, in case anyone needs to borrow one. 

Also keeps fun bandaids in case anyone needs one. 

Did i mention he baeby? He baeby.

HOL Y FUCK

hi mum i love them all

you really went so in depth with them and i love it!! they’re so interesting to read abt and i love their designs!! i’m pretty sure most people took first base as flash’s younger brother sdjkfd but i’m glad i’m not the only one who hcs flash being one of the middle siblings!!

i love them sm and thanks for sharing them w me! 🥺