#imagine him throwing the thing at someone

[albaskies]

‘You didn’t have to do that, you know.’

His voice lingers in the air like a sweet scent of honey, and pulls her to a halt just before she reaches the stairs leading up to the dormitories. 

Ginny turns, drawn by the ever-familiar sound that still makes her heart sing despite herself, and finds Harry slumped in a solitary chair at the far end of the common room. His head rests in his hands, his shoulders seem stiff under the weight of his own exhaustion. And yet, his voice is soft - so soft that she wonders if she’s imagined it. It’s only when she notices his gaze fixed upon her that she has the confirmation that it was not just a trick of her mind.

The quiet in the room is mitigated by the gentle crackle of the fire, its warm glow flickering across the walls, and by the occasional whispers of a few lingering Gryffindors, not yet ready for sleep.

She smiles gingerly and draws closer to where Harry is sitting, the air around them feeling somehow thicker and thicker at every step she takes towards him. She is sure, quite sure, to notice his posture relax, his muscles loosen, and for a fleeting, desperately terrifying moment, she just knows — he feels it, too. 

She stops right in front of him, her knees slightly brushing his, and she realises she’s been holding her breath.

‘Do what?’

She knows what, of course, but her throat has suddenly gone dry under the weight of his unwavering gaze, never once leaving her.

He smiles tentatively, and it still feels unreal that she can make him do that, that she can be the reason for it.

‘Well.’ He shrugs. ‘Telling people off on my behalf.’

She hums, then winks at him. ‘You looked like you needed saving, and I do have a debt to settle.’

He snorts, the glimpse of a short-lived moment of lightheartedness brightening his eyes, then quickly shakes his head, coming back to reality.

‘Everyone is right to be disappointed, especially you’, he says, then pauses, staring at her intently, struggling to find the right words. ‘Because I-’.

What he did remains hanging in the air, his voice breaking right in the middle of it. She tries to contain the urge to sit on the armrest of his chair and to throw her hands around his neck, holding him tight, telling him it’s OK, he’s OK, and they’ll be just fine. 

Instead, she looks at him, faking a shrug to dissimulate a shiver.

‘You took orders from something someone wrote in a book.’

There’s another pause, a beat, and the air around them suddenly feels unbreathable.

‘Yeah.’ His eyes flash before her, and she feels them burning on her skin, like the scariest and yet most beautiful thing she’s ever seen. ‘I’m very sorry, Ginny.’

How do you tell someone, you know, I think I’m in love with you. I think I’ve been for the longest of times and damn you, damn you, for looking at me like that right now. Just when I had almost moved on, just when I had almost let you go. Damn you for having those eyes, that face, those hands. I’ve spent so many sleepless nights over the years, but your smile is the most beautiful sunrise I’ve ever seen. I want to spend my days telling you about it, laughing with you, crying with you. I want to kiss that sad frown away from your face and make all this disappear. I want to take your pain away, I want to make you smile like you do until the air in my lungs runs out. I want the good, I want the bad, I want it fucking all.

I’m so screwed, she concludes. She gives in, stops resisting. I’m so fucking screwed.

[passengerprincessblog]

“Lewis, Next Door”~ pt 1 Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Warning: age gap, alcohol?

Summary: Coming home from university, Y/N expects a quiet reunion with family—until she finds herself face-to-face with the enigmatic Lewis Hamilton, her dad’s famous neighbor and friend. What starts as a dull evening soon turns unexpectedly electric when Lewis offers more than just small talk.

I hadn’t been home all semester. Between studying, late-night group projects, and the occasional breakdown, the past few months at uni had been… a lot. I’d pushed through, and even though I’d missed my parents, there was something about finishing this term that made me feel a little invincible. I was finally here, though, bags slung over my shoulder as I hugged my mom in the doorway and let my dad ruffle my hair in that way he always did.

Home sweet home.

After the greetings and settling in, I noticed someone else was around. Our neighbor, Lewis Hamilton, was back too. Usually, he was off racing, so it was a rare sight. I wasn’t someone who followed F1 religiously, but I knew Lewis was a big deal—and the whole “dad’s friend” thing only made it more surreal. The few times we’d run into each other, I’d been struck by how effortlessly confident he was. Attractive? Absolutely. Intimidating? Without a doubt. But, honestly, I’d never thought much beyond that. He was just Lewis, the neighbor.

That night, my dad was throwing a big party to celebrate his latest product launch. Fancy guests, fancy decorations, fancy everything—the whole nine yards. I’d barely unpacked, and here I was, getting ready to play dress-up and smile politely for a parade of strangers. My friends were out clubbing tonight, living it up, and I couldn’t help but feel a pang of envy. But I loved my dad, so here I was, hair styled, makeup on point, feeling like I’d stepped into someone else’s life for the night.

As the party got into full swing, I did my best to stay interested, though I kept glancing at my phone, imagining my friends dancing somewhere with loud music and neon lights. Instead, I was here, weaving through clusters of my dad’s colleagues. He was chatting with a group of important-looking men, so I took my chance and approached him, feeling like a little kid again as I asked, “Can I please just have one drink?”

He shot me a disapproving look. “No. You know the answer.”

“Fine,” I muttered, trying not to let my frustration show. I wandered around a bit, catching snippets of adult conversation that were all about business deals and tax write-offs. Glamorous.

Finally, I spotted a lonely champagne glass on a table. I glanced around, and with a little thrill of rebellion, I picked it up, taking a sip. It was cold and crisp, and even though I’d never been a huge fan of champagne, it felt like a tiny slice of freedom. A few more sips, and I was actually starting to relax.

That’s when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned, and there he was—Lewis, giving me a knowing smile.

“I see you like my drink?” he teased, eyes glinting with amusement.

My stomach dropped. Oh god, I’d taken his champagne? “Oh my god. I’m so sorry… I didn’t know… I can get you a new one if you want, I just—”

He chuckled, shaking his head. His laugh was low and warm, and something about it made me relax, just a bit. “Nah, I’m messing with you. It’s fine. I don’t even really drink anyways.” He grinned, flashing a glimpse of a gold grill that made him look both mischievous and effortless, a vibe that seemed distinctly Lewis.

I managed a shy nod, suddenly unsure of what to do with my hands. “Oh… good. Thanks.” I couldn’t believe I was so nervous. But he just kept looking at me, his gaze both curious and relaxed.

He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. “You bored? I’m so bored. No offense to your dad, of course.”

I let out a laugh, surprised at how blunt he was. “It’s boring,” I admitted, feeling a little guilty, but somehow knowing he understood. He had this whole wild, glamorous life, and a party like this was probably as dull as watching paint dry for him.

“So, what? You’re back from uni, huh? That’s crazy. I remember when you were like, ten,” he says, a teasing smile playing on his lips.

I feel my cheeks heat up with a pang of embarrassment. Here I was, feeling all cool and grown up, and he still saw me as a kid. Great.

“Yep,” I reply, trying to keep my tone light but failing to hide the faint annoyance.

“Well, you’re better than me,” he shrugs. “I never finished school.” I glance at him, surprised he’s trying to keep this conversation going. Usually, we barely exchanged two words, and now, here we were, alone, talking like… friends? Something more? I didn’t know.

“Well… yeah, but you’re a millionaire,” I say, trying to sound casual, though there’s a little hint of playfulness in my voice. I’m not exactly flirting, but maybe a little. Just testing the waters.

He raises an eyebrow, smiling at me but seeming almost uncomfortable at the mention of his money. He shrugs again. “You’re not exactly struggling either,” he teases back.

Was… that a flirt? Or was I just imagining it? It’s just the way he said it, the way his gaze lingers a moment longer than it should. My pulse quickens, but I try to play it cool.

“No… not exactly,” I say, catching his hint and matching his tone. I glance around, making a point about how dull this party is. “Just right now.”

He chuckles, and there’s a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Maybe next time, you come to one of my parties,” he says. It sounds more like a command than an invitation, like he’s decided I’ll be there.

I nod softly, trying to hide the thrill in my expression. He’s really inviting me? He seems amused, almost as if my reaction is endearing.

“Yeah, maybe,” I say with a slight shrug, finishing off the champagne. I feel his eyes on me, and when I look up, he’s studying me, like he’s considering something.

Then he breaks into a grin. “I could give you my number,” he says, casual but direct.

I raise an eyebrow, trying to mask the excitement bubbling up. “Oh?”

“So you can tell me next time you’re bored,” he adds, giving me a cheeky wink.

I feel my cheeks flush as I pull out my phone. He takes it from me, putting his number in. My hands are shaking just a bit when he hands it back.

“There,” he says with that familiar grin. “Now you’ll be set.”

“Cool. Thanks,” I say, somehow managing to keep my voice steady. Inside, though, I feel my heart racing.

He glances back at the party, then back at me, giving me one last wink. “I should probably go talk to your dad. See you around, Y/N.”

And then he’s gone, leaving me standing there, still holding the empty champagne glass, my mind spinning. His number. His number. A part of me feels like I’m floating.

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[elliehase-blog]

We're simply meant to be

I just had to write something about them. ❤️💜 This time it's longer than usual, and not proofread (sorry) but if you enjoy this little piece, you can read the rest on AO3.

~*~

In the afternoon, Roman is still quite relaxed. He polishes the blade of his sword, humming verses of Sally’s song. Hey, why not? He is only 51% sure that this is a kind of date tonight. It’s not as if Virgil was in any way clear with his all-but-nothing sentence.

»You're right, Roman. We can live like Jack and Sally if we want to.«

There. The word 'date' has not been used in any form.

Virgil had laughed at this point, to Roman’s utter bewilderment. A delightful little laugh that took up all of his attention and everything else outside had ceased to exist. And of course Roman had not known how to help himself other than to take the whole thing to the next level.

»And sit together, now and forever,« he had said, and had taken Virgil’s hands carefully in his. In this moment, Roman had only felt his heart pounding against his ribs in a whirling drum solo.

After that, Virgil had turned away in embarrassment and mumbled something that sounded like, »See you later.«

So maybe it is a date after all.

Perhaps.

(It’s certainly not.)

For seconds Roman bites his fingernails helplessly. He had seen so many cheesy romance movies in his life that he liked to consider himself an expert in the field. There was nothing to surprise him, as he knew all the signs and all the rules. And if you can no longer rely on cheesy romantic movies, then what?

But somehow all these rules never apply to Virgil.

How did they get here in the first place? Aren't they supposed to argue and fight like in the good old days? Sometimes, Roman likes to picture the deep, passionate rivalry he and Virgil have for each other. He imagines them having endless discussions about Disney characters, staring at each other in a fiery way. And when no one is around, Roman sighs deeply and longingly at this point and buries his heated face in velvety soft red silk pillows.

In the evening, Roman takes a look at his imaginary wardrobe and starts hyperventilating. He’s never had a no-date before. With nobody.

He has no idea what to wear and if he has any piece of clothing that says, 'When you look at me, I can’t breathe, and whenever you’re around me, I talk a lot more nonsense than usual, but if this is a date, I’d be totally fine with it.'

Lately, Virgil had just been too nice and peaceful around him. He means, nice… within the scope of his limited possibilities. Roman can’t say that this is terribly unpleasant, it’s just very… irritating. He has to do something. Or rather, he has to delegate this problem very quickly so that someone else does it for him.

Roman was great at delegating. This talent was practically innate. That's why he calls Logan.

»We have a… situation,« Roman explains dramatically. »I don't know what to wear!«

Logan throws a 'What do you want from me?' look at him. He raises his eyebrows wordlessly and completely unimpressed and makes absolutely no attempt to move even a millimetre from the spot.

»C’mon, Teach, I need your advice here!«

Usually, Logan would not have been his first choice in terms of clothing and taste, but he also has that unclouded and focused sight that Roman needed right now.

»Pleeeaaase!«

Logan sighs and Roman strongly assumes that this is supposed to mean agreement. Probably, Roman had convinced him with his astute argumentation and natural authority. That, or Logan, for once just doesn’t think a discussion is worth the trouble.

»What's the occasion?« he asks without further ado, pushing his glasses up in an unconscious gesture.

»Something… important,« Roman says vaguely.

[faiszt]

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NOTES⠀. ᰰ⠀ so... don't judge me for having art donaldson as my comfort character, it's already inevitable. (for real)

PS.⠀remember, bots are not real. take care of yourself.⠀🩶

▸⠀CHALLENGERS⠀*⠀˖⠀🎾

𝅭⠀hello, you⠀.⠀art donaldson⠀૮⠀anyone was really replaceable to you, except him. art donaldson, your idol, was all that mattered to you. your room was like a shrine to him, with his posters and rackets similar to the ones he had once used. you knew everything about him and his life, right down to the library he visited constantly—you were the new librarian. poor boy.⠀♡ gender neutral!

▸⠀FORMULA 1⠀*⠀˖⠀🏁

𝅭⠀see me in hindsight⠀.⠀franco colapinto⠀૮⠀nothing lasts forever, does it? you wished you had thought that before your affair with him, but now it was all over and he was knocking on your door again.⠀♡ gender neutral!

▸⠀MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE⠀*⠀˖⠀💬

𝅭⠀winter comes⠀.⠀winter soldier⠀૮⠀his life was never simple, never peaceful and in the midst of it all, he found peace in you, in your presence, in being with you. but, the truth was clear: when winter comes, bucky is gone. you ran away from it, from him and everything else. no use, he needed you and he found you.⠀♡ female!user

𝅭⠀lovers ≈ archenemies⠀.⠀black widow⠀૮⠀twenty years ago, she loved you with her life and never forgot you for a single day—but, things changed, you were a monster, a bloodthirsty monster who felt betrayed by her and would kill anyone who reminded you of that, who reminded you of natasha romanoff, your archenemy.⠀♡ female!user

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𝅭⠀dollface⠀.⠀rafe cameron⠀૮⠀he didn't care about lovers or dating, such trivial things, no matter how much topper talked about it—he couldn't care less. until your beach ball landed right next to him and he mentally cursed himself for not being the first to talk to you, an angel right in front of him.⠀dollie!user ♡ female!user

𝅭⠀pretty girl treatment⠀.⠀rafe cameron⠀૮⠀caring, loving and calm, no one ever imagined that someone would use those words to describe him—and that's exactly what you did. rafe wasn't a prince charming, much less acted like one, but he'd give you a shiny crown if you wanted it, anything for his quiet doll.⠀dollie!user ♡ female!user

▸⠀SCREAM⠀*⠀˖⠀🔪

𝅭⠀throwing knives⠀.⠀billy loomis⠀૮⠀in secret, you were there. living in the shadow of his relationship, he didn't love sidney, he never would—in fact, he swore to love you, the other person in his life, the one who knew about his bloody plans, the one who loved him even in his eternal insanity. as franz kafka said before: you are the knife i turn inside myself; that is love.⠀♡ gender neutral!

[ariiadnes]

╭ ⿻ ･ TENDING TO THEIR INJURIES ( part iii. )

ଓ.° ・ cyno ･ alhaitham ･ tighnari. genshin impact. repost. ・ ・ ・ pt i. pt ii.

❀ ﾟ. ༄ cyno

the role cyno plays is a heavy one : judgement & justice hand in hand in an act of righteousness as he deems another to fate. how quick it is for one's wrongdoings to meld into something deeper, deserved, and decayed into a sin they will learn to shoulder for the rest of a lifetime. you hold back a sigh, brows furrowed only the slightest bit in suppressed concern as you discard sanguine drenched gauze. you almost forget the danger that lurks in the shadows, expression growing grim as the seconds pass. cyno notices, smiles ever so faintly as he calls your name in gentle tones and meets your gaze.

"i guess someone--" he pauses, dramatic, and perhaps the final straw in your relationship lies in the moment he pulls a genius invokation card from behind his ear, "decked me."

you stare at him, deadpan. he stares back, also deadpan. this is far too unsettling.

"oh yeah? got decked in your bleeding knee, huh?"

"oh. well, you see-- i actually scraped my knee--"

"falling for me?"

cyno pauses again, clears his throat so incredibly loudly you wonder if it hurt doing so. you roll your eyes, don't bother to even hide the way your lips curl in amusement as you pinch his cheeks. his words of protest die down when you kiss him on the nose and you almost think you will hear them again with the way he frowns once you pull away from him.

"i don't love you, dearest general."

"okay, well that actually hurts to hear."

you laugh, feel his arms wrap around your waist as he looks at you expectantly. you press a kiss to his temple, see the way his countenance lightens at your affection.

"kidding, kidding. i do. i'm glad you're okay."

❀ ﾟ. ༄ alhaitham

you almost wonder if alhaitham is human -- a silly thing to ponder, truthfully, but you do not think you've yet encountered someone who seeks logic in all things and seldom succumbs to feelings and instinct. & it's unfortunate, almost -- to feel anything remotely close to love for someone who does not know the heaviness of it.

there is a strange feeling that brews in your chest : a nervousness, a knowing anxiety, and so you clench your jaw in frustration, place your focus elsewhere as to seek haven in denial of such foolishness. you wrap the bandages around his hands, try to ignore the foreign and comforting tenderness that sends shivers down your spine every time your fingertips brush.

"you are worried."

his voice cuts through steel air, forces you to freeze in your movements. you swallow hard, look him in the eye. you wish you could understand. you wish you could read him, know what lies in a dormant heart. but you don't. you don't, and it doesn't mean anything, not really, but somehow, it hurts anyway and you think you hate that the most.

"i'm not." you tell him, ignore the way he raises a brow at the short response. "it's a few scratches on your hands, nothing major. i'm only doing this out of courtesy."

"that's not what i'm talking about." alhaitham studies you further, makes you feel too seen and understood without a single explanation. you think to resume wrapping the bandages once again, but he grabs your hands, prevents you from moving away. you still, hold your breath, feel the way his hold tightens if only by a slight amount as if testing the waters.

"enough tending to me." he leans forward, closes the distance that separates you. "tell me what's on your mind."

❀ ﾟ. ༄ tighnari

"so... did you know that plant was alive?"

you imagined this would happen one day, given the nature of the forest watcher. a peaceful day turned to chaos, a leisurely exploration turned to a rather stressful yet memorable lesson. tighnari winces as you rub the ointment into his skin, red and pink patches adorning his body. he throws you a strange look, almost finds himself distracted from the pain at your words.

"all plants are alive, technically."

you sigh.

"remember when you ate that mushroom and didn't sleep for three days?"

how was he supposed to know that plant was particularly carnivorous? there's a trial and error with these things-- a system of sorts. not that he has the most optimal methods of research and learning, but he gets things done at the very least, so who can complain?

( him, probably. he is truly suffering right now. who knew plants had such sharp teeth? )

"for research. someone has to learn these things." he stares at the ceiling, entirely absentminded, until a flicker of seriousness graces his expression. "this was also for research, too, by the way. in case you were wondering."

"i wasn't."

"you are now."

"i was wondering about something i already know the answer to?"

"yes. your quiz will be tomorrow morning, pass or fail. i expect only the best results."

you scoff in disbelief, but the grin on your face betrays your seemingly annoyed visage. a quiet fills the air as you continue to attend to the numerous rashes, touch gentle as not to irritate them further.

"thank you for your help." tighnari's voice is softer now; you would have completely overlooked it had it not been for the blush on his cheeks.

you nod, silent, offer a timid smile as you press your lips against his for only a moment.

"i lied. that was your quiz. you pass."

"stop ruining the moment, tighnari."

[hannieehaee]

hi! who in svt would be more likely to be a camboy as a side gig/job? i feel like maybe seungkwan cause we all know he feels comfortable in front of the camera and is great at knowing what the public wants, or mingyu cause he loves showing himself off🤭 i initially thought about wonwoo cause he does gaming streams but he’s wayyyy to shy i feel like he would rather keep his intimate time private.

i don’t remember if i already asked this sorry if i alr did!

18+ / mdi

content: camboy!seungkwan, smut, masturbation (m receiving), no x reader but you can assume the chatter is reader, etc.

wc: 710

a/n: i can imagine both but seungkwan's just such a natural entertainer i had to pick him hehe

masterlist

lovergirl98: take the top off baby !!!

- tip: $25

"oh? this thing? but i picked it out just for you. want it off that bad? what does everyone else think? should i take it off?", seungkwan used his index finger to tease at the strap of his tank top, lowering it a bit to expose his shoulder to the audience.

his words combined by his actions caused an immediate flurry in the chat, having it fill up with various comments parroting the original request and even throwing in more money into the fire to ensure it happened. seungkwan chuckled at the insistence, biting his lip at how easy it was to get his viewers fired up.

within seconds, the top was thrown across the room, leaving him in just his boxers as he leaned back on the headboard of his bed.

even more comments showed up, with some begging him to do the same to his boxers while others tried to convince him to play with his nipples.

both orders were promptly followed after a little more teasing from seungkwan, tsk'ing at his chat for being so needy.

"oh ... looks like there's nothing else to take off," he pouted, "what do my needy kittens want now? should i ... play with my cock? is that what you want?"

lovergirl98: wanna see u cum, pretty. gimme a show?

- tip: $50

"lovergirl ... someone's a bit desperate today, huh? this is your fifth tip today. might have to give you a private show for that," he winked before letting his hand go further south, enveloping his swollen hardness with a hiss.

he knew that such comments would get other of his viewers to follow in your path and donate more. seungkwan was already familiar with your username, and he had a lot of fun paying extra attention to your comments. he couldnt help being an appreciative man for all your support.

seungkwan continued to caress himself, starting off with a soft and slow pace and increasing as more comments popped up in encouragement for him to go harder, go faster. kwan drank it all in, using his other hand to occasionally palm at his balls or caress at his bare chest.

lovergirl98: sooo pretty. gonna make me cum with u

- tip: $20

"yeah? wish i could see, pretty," he cried out in the midst of his upcoming high.

he teased himself a few times, getting himself to his high yet stopping right before actually orgasming. meanwhile, he continued to mutter dirty words to his viewers, earning himself rewards for giving them a show of his not-so private pleasure.

"f-fuck, gonna cum. i ... shit, it's so good, fuck. wish you were here to ... to take it for me," he mewled, playing it up a bit for whichever viewer wanted to take claim of him.

and luckily enough, at least ten people donated right at that moment, all in differing amounts and all sharing similar sentiments of wanting seungkwan's spunk either in their mouths or in other parts of their body.

maybe it was a little egotistical of him, but such desperate displays of need for him were enough to finally make him finish. he could see himself in the view finder, looking at the same view his fans had of him as he squirted his cum all over his stomach.

after that, heavy breaths filled the room, occasionally interrupted by pings indicating even more donations from his subscribers.

"hmm, you were so good for me. look at the mess you made me do," he chuckled as he looked through his comments one last time, too exhausted due to the overstimulation he'd inflicted onto himself.

with that, he closed the tab, deciding to put an end to the stream before he fell in another rabbit hole of an orgasm. but even then, private messages popped up, with endless offers of a private show in exchange of heftier donations than usual.

lovergirl was there as per usual, making seungkwan chuckle at the insistence. it was endearing, he had to admit. he considered for a bit, but decided to put it in the back burner before heading over to the bathroom to wash himself up. a smile of satisfaction remained on his face in the meantime.

maybe next time.

a/n: this was different since it wasn't very member x reader but i hope u guys enjoyed anyways!

[vigilskeep]

there are so many things in veilguard that have made me go "wait what??? okay i guess i have to totally rethink the character i'm roleplaying now" that it's literally impossible to guess what thing you're referring to as The Thing That Happened. obviously extremely curious to hear what it is once you've detangled it

it’s kind of like that but it’s also less that and more... okay i should probably just say it, i’m being weird and unhelpful and i need to write it out anyway so i can think

MASSIVE SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT for a companion quest, do NOT say i didn’t warn you. also please don’t respond to this if you know more than me i am in distress but i still don’t want spoilers

so i just finished lucanis’ “a murder of crows” quest. and lucanis. first talon. for some reason. (this is the writing choice i’m ??? on. also i’m ??? on lucanis’ whole storyline, frankly. the writing was. well. like i said, we’re not unpicking that right now, i don’t want to get into it at this point, not the conversation i’m having.)

lifelong trauma of being in the crows and fighting to get someone in a talon’s position and keep them there -> the thing that gave sol all their diseases and made them, to be frank, fairly suicidal

viago: ultimately can handle it without them, especially with teia’s backing.

lucanis: CANNOT handle it without them. holy fuck. for like twelve hundred different reasons, unthinkable, completely laughable, that he can handle this. who is going to protect him. the only reason this could be better at keeping sol mentally stable than watching viago’s back is that they will never feel purposeless or need to go looking for an adrenaline rush, because forget crows, an ambitious blackbird could eat that man alive. he can’t scheme. he can’t even SCHEME and the very fact that he trusts sol DE RIVA demonstrates this. sol is a crow! from another house! does he have no memory at all of the fact that his own parents died in crow infighting? sol could have been playing him this whole time, it wouldn’t have even been hard, and if they were that kind of person, then right now the first talon’s house would have just fallen directly in their hands like a gift from the maker, and they can’t even say a part of themself they can’t shut off isn’t thinking about it that way! how is sol supposed to keep someone like that alive?

you see what it’s like trying to sleep while sol is having this discussion in my mind.

ahem. anyway. pathways for sol’s life assuming they indeed make it through the game:

becoming lucanis’ guard dog the way they were for viago, which (even if they could mentally handle that, which they can’t. or can they??) means switching house loyalties which would surely destroy them eventually -> bad

somehow trying to persuade lucanis to give this up, as if that wouldn’t be throwing house dellamorte completely to the dogs, which at least sol can’t imagine any crow is capable of, let alone someone so dedicated to clinging to what remains of his family that he couldn’t even kill a traitor -> bad

going ahead and leaving the crows, but sol now has to leave BOTH viago and lucanis behind and also lucanis is going to die in there because they left him to do this alone -> bad

solution: sol is back on their original “if a blighted dragon eats me by the end of this, i don’t have to experience consequences” train

and maybe they’re right and i should not worry about this because i’m painfully aware it’s VERY bold to start deciding what happens after the game at this point, when they might still get trapped in the fade or turned into paste or something. and admittedly they did know and dread the possibilities from the first moment they felt something for lucanis, which was why they so wanted it to be anyone else, because anyone else in that lighthouse could have given them a different world, and he is the one who regardless of his best or worst intentions can only tie them tighter to a burning building. and SURE, i see the solas/mythal breakup parallels of sol still leaving, i’m looking at them, that doesn’t mean i have to LIKE them

he hasn’t even kissed them. they’re doing all of this unkissed. lucanis dellamorte when i get you

again please absolutely do not respond to any of this with even the vaguest of hints if you know more about the rest of the game than me 🙏 it’s probably best if no-one responds to this at all lmao i am just thinking out loud. you can reply with a “that’s rough buddy”. for sol

[getsuuna]

KNY Fandom so fucking insufferable I'm gonna start behaving like those GiyuShino and SaneKana shippers and go around spreading misinformation and say "no you don't get it SaneGiyuu was implied!!!" /j

because I'd actually have more content to mention without even mischaracterizing them

wanna talk about how they're a two-faced mirror? almost as if they were written to parallel each other and there's so much to talk about on this matter

or, since not everyone in this Fandom can dive into analysis, wanna mention how Shinobu figured Sanemi could've made Giyuu smile by inviting him to eat his fav dish with him? why not ask him directly instead? why Sanemi out of all people?

wanna mention Sanemi's pseudo-obsession on that man? he disliked his ass, but if we go back to analysis, his intolerance to someone feeling superior can be tied to a multitude of factors and one of which is being low-key reminded of himself, and he loathes himself while at the same time he puts on that strong façade. he can't face it though. and he wanted to understand why Giyuu felt that way SO BADLY he went to him for training and tried to speak with him, he wanted a contact, he wanted to understand, he needed Giyuu to speak up but he didn't.

on the other hand don't we wanna talk about Giyuu's perspective? Giyuu never hated him nor did he really feel sad knowing he disliked him, contrary to how he felt towards Obanai. not to mention he even got to be sarcastic towards Sanemi's dumb ass at least twice.

and the iconic ohagi scene? idk about y'all but between the hashira I think that's THE iconic scene, alongside Giyuu and Shinobu beefing and Shinobu almost stabbing him (don't get me wrong platonic GiyuShino has my whole heart)

the first time we saw Giyuu smile in the series is while imagining to befriend Sanemi??? and out of everyone he chose Sanemi? the hashira who is canonically the most difficult to talk with?😭 he only ever smiled either for food, for Sanemi or Tanjiro

oh and let's not talk about how Tanjiro, after getting knocked up, wakes up and the first thing Giyuu says is "yeah Shinazugawa left" ..? or the whole novel chapter in which they end up talking about him (supposedly right after that scene in the manga) and Giyuu cheered up. what

anyways, likewise, the first time Sanemi was seen smiling genuinely outside of his family was with Giyuu. Obanai and especially Masachika were both closer to him, not to mention the most important person in his life, Genya...yet here we are ig?? (after Giyuu he also smiled more in general, the scene of him smiling at Nezuko was one of my fav panels ever so keep in mind I'm taking in consideration the chronological events and not the impact of the scenes per se)

or let's talk about the most important part in their development which is when they fought together.

Sanemi saving him, telling him not to zone out while throwing the sword at him, it made Giyuu realize he's the water hashira, it was the first time Giyuu acknowledged it. Sanemi influenced Giyuu's character positively, and so far Tanjiro was the only other one who managed to. Sanemi saw him as his ally (rightfully so), and hopefully seeing him fight also made him realize he wasn't that much of a conceited guy, he was just like him, as he initially wanted Giyuu to understand (despite the fact it was a miscommunication)

Sanemi teaming up with Giyuu out of everyone, in such an impactful panel.... idk, if it was a straight ship that would've felt like a confession for the Fandom 💀

they impacted each other's character, they were the only two hashira surviving after facing the same war, they faced similar struggles during their lives (but let's not get into analysis, once again...), they could've understood each other better than anyone else would ever have, and they ended up bonding and eating together

that panel was there, in the middle of other panels all portraying important bonds, whether canon romantic bonds or platonic and sibling-like ones (Tanjiro and Nezuko, the Kamaboko squad, the swordsmiths etc.)

if it wasn't important it wouldn't have been there, but the funniest thing is that if either of them was a woman it would've been considered canon since it also included TanKana, ZenNezu and InoAoi����🏻

but oh, if we try to name either of these things and more, people will rightfully say "can't they be friends anymore?", which is valid, but I wonder why this doesn't apply to equally fanon straight ships.

a show so peak has so many fans that are so dense😭😭😭

[vodika-vibes]

Okay, so, like. You all know the thing where you "buy" a date? Usually, to raise money for a charity?

Imagine that, but with the clones.

Like.

Fox wakes up one morning and goes, "Fuck. We need money!" But he knows that the Senate would sooner cut off their own noses before giving the clones money, so he goes to Neyo (who is surprisingly good at planning things) and tells him the same thing.

Neyo's solution makes Fox regret asking, but he goes along with it. As do a lot of the other clones.

In the end, they make a couple of million credits, or more.

But also, imagine being someone who was dragged into attending by eager friends. And throwing in a couple of hundred credits to buy a caf date with, like, Fox.

Only that one caf date turns into two. Which turns into three. And before you realize it, you find yourself pinned against a wall with his lips heavy against yours.

[howtostartafight]

Of course the Jedi take in Force sensitive children, that is a requirement to be a Jedi?? If they didn't, the children would either go through life as an untrained force sensitive, or join a different institution with Force sensitives like the Jedha Temple (or perhaps even slavery. Someone with the potential for skills like that is valuable). It states absolutely no where that the Jedi don't help non-Force sensitive children, they just usually aren't the core focus of a story and thus less focused on.

They do not "recruit" children. They offer a secondary path to force sensitive children that they may or may not take, as it is entirely up to the parents. Quinlan Vos was never supposed to join the Order, his parents didn't want him to, but he had psychometry so Tholme gave him basic training. Then his parents died and it was too dangerous for him on his home planet, so they brought him to the Jedi.

Any Jedi is free to leave the Order whenever they want and it's openly acknowledged that some return to their families if they don't become a Jedi. Dooku himself left the Order and literally remained in contact with them afterwards. They don't just snatch children up and forbid them from contact with the outside world. I would imagine that non force sensitive parents would actually struggle to raise a highly (literally) empathetic child that can move things with their mind.

They weren't "picky" about the children they took in either. They didn't want to let Anakin take the path of a Jedi Knight because he was too old (and clearly they were right, though that's obviously too much for you) and already displaying signs of behaviors that wouldn't fit in with the life a Jedi would lead, nothing necessarily bad, but being a Jedi requires a very specific mindset and a will to be one. Yes he showed compassion, but compassion alone doesn't make a Jedi and neither does the Force alone. Jedi were raised from such a young age because the kind of life they lead isn't easy or even desirable to most. They weren't even going to throw him to the side or not let him join. Mace said he wouldn't join but that was before Qui-Gon said he'd make him his Padawan and Obi-Wan could be knighted instead. They never even continued their discussions because of what was going on with Naboo, they literally said "young Skywalker's fate will be discussed later" and it never was because Qui-Gon died and Obi-Wan took him.

Clearly I don't lack media comprehension, and that's just barely scratching the surface of the movies and minor involvement of Legends.

When a Jedi takes in a child, it's kidnapping. But when a Mandalorian does it, it's a foundling.

[johnwickb1tsch]

The Girl Next Door - XV

A Constantine x FemVampire!Reader (feat John Wick!) fic based on this imagine. all chapters gen. warnings: NSFW, blood, biting, violence divider by animatedglittergraphics-n-more

⚠Trigger warning: MORE graphic violence, beware!⚠

All the angels kneeling to the Northern Lights Feel their hearts they're cold as ice.....  -The Northern Star, Hole

15. a powerful psychic

An immovable grip holds you down under the water, unfathomable strength holding you down. You can’t actually drown–you don’t need to breathe–but something is happening to you. For some reason the world begins to waver and fade. A voice echoes inside your mind, clear and bright as a bell: 

“All I need is a powerful psychic, you little bitch. You’ll do just as well.” 

The thing whose neck you broke–a demon, you reckon–has resurrected as well, its fiery stare boring into you under the water as its hands clasp your face, and its mouth nearing inevitably towards yours. It doesn’t kiss you; it suctions upon you like a fish, and you try to struggle but it’s a losing battle. 

Something passes from it to you. Something horrible, and cold, and you feel it slide down your throat and into your belly like a frozen eel writhing and coiling inside you. You gag, trying to expel it, but to no avail. Inexplicably he and the other set of hands let you go, allowing you to surface. You spit water, retching and gasping, trying to cough up the thing in your belly. But you feel it spreading through you, into your veins, into your womb. 

What the fuck??

That is when Constantine and WIck–and Chas, sans hat, you are so glad to see, burst through the double doors. Constantine’s gaze sweeps from Angela laying prone on the side of the pool to you looking panicked in the water. “What’s wrong?” he asks immediately, striding to offer you a hand out. 

“It’s inside me,” is all you manage to say, before painful convulsions rack your body, and you double over in the water. 

It takes Wick and Constantine both to drag you out, thrashing in their grasp. “Get it out, get it out, get it out,” you hiss, your clawed hands scrambling to render your own flesh, anything to rid you of this seething, growing thing inside your body.

Wick holds your hands, preventing you from hurting yourself. Constantine crouches over you, pressing down on the writhing parasite inside your belly. He says a prayer over you, which only makes it worse, searing pain rocketing through your body. 

“Do something!” Wick snarls. 

“I can’t use holy objects on her or she’ll burn!” Constantine snaps back. 

“Please?” you sob desperately. “Just make it stop?” 

“Baby, I don’t know what to do!” he shouts, at the thing stretching your abdominal skin more than you. How do you exorcize someone who’s already essentially demonic?

That is when the invisible force strikes Wick, knocking him across the room so hard into the cinderblock wall it cracks. There is no time to even react before it seizes Chas, throwing him up into the ceiling, and smashing him down onto the hard concrete floor. Constantine wrenches up his sleeves, joining the occult tattoos upon his arms, fighting the ancient magic itself to bring them together. “Into the light I command thee!”

He gets what he asks for in the form of an angel materializing from the air, pinning him to the hard ground with their bare feet, their magnificent wings spread wide. 

“Gabriel…” he snarls, struggling to breathe with their foot on his neck. “Are you kidding me?”

The angel simply smiles beatifically, their blond ringlets bouncing as Constantine struggles beneath them. “I don’t appreciate you meddling in my plans, John.” 

“Why…the fuck…are you working with Mamon?”

“It’s very simple,” they say sweetly. “You are given this amazing gift as humans. God’s love. And all you do is squander it. I think it’s high time someone reminds you that it should be earned. I am going to give you all a world in which you must be at your best to escape it.”

Constantine just shakes his head at this logic, his eyes wide. It just goes to show how actually unfeeling the powers above are, he thinks. The idea of man suffering is much more important than what all that pain actually entails. Not for the first time, he just feels like a puppet on a string. 

“Gabriel…you’re…such…a bitch.”

Narrowing their eyes, they haul Constantine up by his collar. Throughout the excruciating pain that is pulsing through your body, the fucking Son of the Devil trying to burst through your womb into this plane, you are scared for John. All you can do is reach out with clawed fingers, digging your dagger-like nails into their calf. They glance down at you like you are only so bothersome as a fly, before blowing gently at the demon hunter in their grasp. They breathe out a divine wind that carries him with such force that he knocks through the first set of doors, and lands so hard that he breaks the glass of more in the far room. 

You can see him crumpled in the distance like a broken ragdoll on the ground, and in what you feel is a hopeless gesture you reach out for him. 

He’s not dead. 

You feel the spark of him through your bond, and perhaps with equal parts love and resignation you decide to send what little energy you have left down the line to him. His body is so fragile, compared to yours, and yet somehow, you doubt you are making it out of this alive. 

I love you. 

You see his eyes fly open at that moment, as though he heard you say it aloud. 

You don’t know what he does next, because there is a flash of electric blue light, and suddenly Wick is on Gabriel like an enraged bear. You think that only he would dare take on an angel in hand to hand combat, don Juan’s terrible sword in hand. He gives her hell too, until a shining bronze blade appears in her grip, and you scream as you watch her shove it into his guts and jerk upwards, digging for his heart. 

When she pushes him back into the pool the water blooms poppy red–and he does not resurface. 

No no no no no. 

You are shaking your head, writhing with the pain, pressing on your abdomen as this seething horrible thing inside you is trying to escape. Gabriel stands over you with that Roman spear tip clutched like a dagger, seemingly none the worse for wear, excepting a smear of blood that bisects her face like war paint. 

You are finally beginning to understand Constantine’s animosity for God and His Servants, as you see the indifferent way the Archangel Gabriel looks down upon you. Aren’t they supposed to be The Good Guys™? Aren’t you all supposed to be on the same side?

Not so much, you reckon, as she kneels down beside you, pinning you with a hand on your forehead, winding up to drive The Spear of Destiny into the creature squirming in your womb. 

♰♰♰

What John does, when he manages to drag himself into a sitting position, in no small part because of the energy you lent him, is a last ditch attempt to salvage the situation with the only divine entity he knows is interested in him. 

He slits his wrists with the broken glass, and he waits. 

And he waits. 

Time slows down to a crawl, his lifeblood slowly painting the floor crimson.

The relief he feels when Lucifer appears is a bittersweet balm. 

“John Constantine,” hisses Beelzebub himself, practically vibrating with excitement. “Who knew you would make the same mistake twice?”

John smirks up at him, and Lucifer already knows there must be some catch. 

“That son of yours is a chip off the old block,” says the demon hunter, his body slowly going cold with blood loss. 

“One does what one can.” Lucifer’s forked tongue slips out, licking his lips with anticipation as he looks down at this coveted morsel, already planning what delicious tortures he’ll put Constantine through.

“He’s plotting a little overthrow, with Gabriel in the other room.” This catches The Devil’s attention. His head swivels unnaturally towards the pool, slitted eyes narrowing. 

“What a naughty boy.” He rushes Constantine, just for the pleasure of seeing the tough man flinch. “So what do you want for dropping the dime? An extension?” He looks down hungrily at John’s bleeding wrists like the blood is a fine wine going to waste on the floor. 

The certainty of what John wants settles on him like a weighted blanket. If he can ask anything of a being with such awesome power, what he wants is for something to finally go right. “The girl in there. The vampire. She doesn’t deserve to be damned. She didn’t deserve any of this.” 

“You want her soul to go to Heaven?”

Closing his eyes, John nods. It is the most everlasting gift he can offer you–maybe the only good thing he’s ever done for you, the way he sees it. He wishes it could have been different. He wishes…a lot of things. 

“Who knew? John Constantine learns to love at the eleventh hour…”

John just stares defiantly up at The Beast, the strength of that feeling for you the only warmth left now in his body. It’s the purest thing he’s known in a long time. 

For some reason this brings the Fallen Angel a vicious delight, and he snaps his fingers. 

“Consider it done.” 

He stands to go inspect the frozen tableau at the poolside, time stood still in his terrible presence, Gabriel like a marble statue mid-thrust with the spear pointed at you. What a pretty little thing you are, Satan thinks to himself. How unfortunate, that you got yourself mixed up with a reprobate like John Constantine. 

Ah well. A deal’s a deal…

He tugs on your foot, arranging you just so, ensuring that the trajectory of the spear should pierce right through your undead heart.

♰♰♰

The sound of the bronze blade embedding in concrete is like a meteor strike. The whole building seems to shake, and Gabriel blinks as they look down on you, their aim not having struck true. Did you move? There is only a moment in which your mouth gapes with shock, breath you do not need exiting your body, before you go completely still. The Spear is a holy object, anointed with the blood of Christ–pierced through the heart, a creature such as you cannot stand against it. 

A moment later Gabriel senses the presence of their eternal enemy, their Fallen brother, the most Unclean. Their wings vibrating with fear, they retreat a step, glaring up at him. He is holding his son by the throat, the demon spawn struggling against the impossible strength of his unholy father.

“Lucifer,” Gabriel hisses. “Little Horn. The Wicked Beast.”  

Enjoying these accolades thoroughly, Lucifer shivers with pleasure. “I do enjoy the old names.”

“I will smite thee in my Father’s honor!”

Gabriel makes to strike The Devil–with something so ordinary as a fist. Usually, it is a formidable weapon for the angel–yet inexplicably, her blow cannot connect, blocked by an invisible wall. 

Chuckling with delight, Lucifer lifts his eyebrows at the angel, singsonging, “Looks like somebody’s in trou-ble!”

He delights in knocking her back with a breath of Hellfire, and tosses Mamon back to the fiery pit. “I’ll deal with you later, Spawn.” 

What a triumph this night has been! He practically dances on tiptoes back to John Constantine, a soul he has salivated for oh! so many years. But when he goes to drag the boy off, he hits his own impossible barrier. 

No!

He watches inexplicably as the demon hunter’s soul floats towards Heaven, cleansed by the execution of a selfless act. He should have known! 

The Sacrifice. 

As though in a last act of defiance, Constantine is even so cheeky as to extend Satan a middle fingered salute. 

But if anything, Lucifer is quick on his sometimes-cloven feet. 

“Not so fast,” he seethes, plunging his fists into Constantine’s lungs. “How about a second chance, John? I just know you’ll screw it up eventually.”

He rips the deadly cancer out, leaving John on the brink of death, but somehow, alive.

TBC...

[aventurineswife]

I've been having a bad day lately and am touch starved, so may I request Dan Heng x reader where reader who was always full of energy and never gets sad suddenly cried silently after someone said something hurtful to her?

The scenario I imagine is that the person made reader cry due to them saying something hurtful to them before walking away. And Dan Heng was behind reader all the time, feeling concerned about them since they've been silent for a few minutes, before Dan Heng walks in front of them to ask if they're okay but was surprised to see them crying all this time but made no crying sounds or actions to showcase their sadness, just head hung low and a few small hiccups, attempting to hide their sadness (silent cry) because they felt embarrassed to cry when Dan Heng's with them. (And ofc would love to see how Dan Heng would comfort them)

“Hold Me Until I Mend”

Summary: After a hard day, you, usually so full of energy, feel emotionally drained when someone’s harsh words hurt more than expected. Though you try to hide your silent tears, Dan Heng, who’s been quietly observing, steps in to offer comfort. Surprising himself with a gentle embrace, he reassures you that you don’t have to face these moments alone, and that he’ll be there whenever you need him.

Tags: Dan Heng x Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Support, Silent Crying, Fluff, Protective Dan Heng, Soft Moments, Comfort in Silence.

A/N: I HOPE THIS FIC CHEERS YOU UP, ANON!! AND I DEFINITELY GET YOU! 😪💚

It had been one of those days. You could usually shrug off harsh words, throw on a smile, and bounce back without a hitch, but today was different. You’d been feeling off, a little heavier than usual, and when someone threw a snide remark your way, it cut deeper than expected. They’d walked away without a second thought, leaving you standing there, struggling to contain the emotion welling up inside.

Dan Heng, who had been nearby and out of sight, had noticed the way your shoulders drooped slightly, how the spark of your usual enthusiasm had dimmed. His usual instinct was to give you space, as you tended to handle things with unwavering resilience. But this time felt different. When you didn’t immediately bounce back, something in him tightened, an unfamiliar concern that he couldn't ignore.

Quietly, he approached you, stepping around to face you. "Are you okay?" His voice was soft, careful, but when he saw you—head bowed, shoulders shaking ever so slightly, the occasional small hiccup escaping your lips—he froze. You weren’t making a sound, weren’t even moving to wipe away the silent tears slipping down your cheeks. It was as if you were trying to keep it all in, embarrassed to break down in front of him.

“Hey,” he murmured, his voice as gentle as he could make it. Reaching out, he hesitated, unsure if you’d want him so close when you were feeling this way, but ultimately decided to place a careful hand on your shoulder.

You stiffened slightly, but when you glanced up and saw the concern in his gaze, something about his quiet support softened the walls you were holding up. Without thinking, you leaned toward him, finding comfort in the steady presence he provided.

Dan Heng didn’t say anything, but he didn’t need to. Slowly, he wrapped his arms around you, his hold warm and secure, grounding you in a way that words never could. You could feel his heart beating steadily against you, and that simple rhythm calmed your breathing, letting you release some of the sorrow you'd been bottling up.

“Don’t feel like you need to hide this,” he whispered, his voice low and gentle. “Everyone has moments like this, even those of us who try not to show it.” You felt the warmth of his words, the way they wrapped around you, letting you know that he understood, that he didn’t see this as weakness.

He held you for as long as you needed, his quiet presence anchoring you as the weight of the day began to ease. When you finally pulled back, he gave you a small, reassuring nod, his hand lingering on your shoulder.

“If you ever feel this way again… I’m here.” he said, his voice barely more than a whisper, as though he was sharing a secret just between the two of you. His words, simple and earnest, made you realize that you didn’t have to face every hard moment alone.

A soft smile found its way back to your face, and Dan Heng’s gaze softened in return, a barely-there smile tugging at his own lips. He wasn’t one for open affection, but in that moment, you knew that you could trust him, that he’d be there when the weight felt too heavy.

[sakurasnowfall]

@starlightshadowsworld posted :

Atsushi gets de-aged, immediately kicks the nearest person in the shins and runs off to hide ontop of the nearest cabinet. He makes himself as small as possible, hugging his knees close.

But before he did, he grabbed a nearby glass cup. Atsushi breaks it cleanly into pieces, not even flinching as he picks up a large glass shard.

Atsushi’s terrified, doesn’t know where he is or who these people are. But immediately goes on the offensive. Because before the Agency no one has ever shown Atsushi kindness and meant it.

His hands tremble but his grip on the shard is tight. He’ll surely be punished anyway, for his little stunt and simply for existing.

But Atsushi won’t go down without a fight. He wont make it easy for them even if he’s scared. They’ll have to drag him kicking and screaming.

He doesn’t notice that everyone in the room looks surprised and concerned, before horrifying realisation hits them all.

They tell him they won’t hurt him but Atsushi’s heard that before. He won’t fall for that, not again.

Now, continued by me :

Their words serve only as a repellent as he backs even further into the away, a cornered animal, clutching his piece of glass. He is hardly aware of the blood dripping down his hand as it cuts into him. After all, what was the sting of a little cut compared to what these people might do to him?

One girl - wearing a red kimono - steps closer, garnering a hiss from him.

Atsushi eyes the girl, brandishing his glass as soon as he sees her reach for the thing around her neck . A phone? Odd choice, but sometimes the oddest choices hurt the most. His bravery washes away with the new tears he curses for falling, and he huddles up smaller, shaking as the girl approaches.

*Atushi* She says his name? How does she know his name?

*You helped me once. You don’t know me right now, but you did.......* Her voice sounds nice. Soft. Calming. But he would not fall for it. Not again. Not again....when they had tricked him so so many times. He was no longer one to believe in fairy tales such as a tender touch...or family...or love. He throws his glass, hard and fast, right at her face, almost before he could think.

And she CAUGHT it? What would she do now? That one mistake might have cost him his life. He curled up even smaller, heart pounding, desperately trying to prevent the new tears from falling. After a moment of nothing, he cracked open an eye, and dared a precarious peek downwards. The girl looks at the sharp for a brief moment, before bending down to set it gently on the floor, and kicking it away. The boy’s eyes widen. What was she doing? Oh...oh, she was going to use only her hands. Or perhaps she had a blade. He turned out to be right when she reached behind her and extracted a long knife in a sheath. So he was right. A blade. He flinched, but that to, this strange girl places on the floor and kicks away. She locks eyes with him. Bluebell eyes clashing with his own violet-green ones. The hiss he had at the ready froze when he saw her eyes, for they were a glassy, tear-soaked mirror of his own. Very slowly, he untightens the tight ball he has been holding himself in. He creeps forward to the edge of the cabinet top, peering over. The girl is still standing there. Slowly, as if afraid to disturb the air itself, she raises her hand, palm outstretched to him. He hesitates. She lowers it, backing up a couple steps.

*It’s okay.*  Her voice sounds so kind. And again, he smells a strange scent and feels the strange feeling that she too is afraid. Maybe, after so long of being the one who was scared, seeing fear in someone else was enough to take the leap, as he leaps off the top of the cabinet, and down to the floor, standing to look up at her with crious eyes. She kneels down to his level. She kneels DOWN to HIM. Imagine that! So he comes closer, and this time, when she reaches out her hand, he takes it. He is not sure why he begins to cry, but here is now, holding on to this mysterious, kind, afraid girl. He tinks he has heard this kind of contact described as a *hug.* He feels another hand on his shoulder, looking up to see an arm covered in white bandage, and a gentle smile on the face of a brunette.

-----------------------

Atsushi hugs his family. Kunnikida, Ranpo, Kenji, Fukuzawa, Naiomi, Junichiro. He bends down to better match Kyoka’s height before hugging her again as well.

*Thank you, Kyoka-Chan.*

[leona-hawthorne]

hii, how are you!!

can i please have latte art with enzo?

my hogwarts house is slytherin and my fav class is astronomy!

tyy🩷

hi, i'm doing alright bb, hope you're doing well too ❤️‍🩹 first enzo request yay!! hope you like it 💌🤍

1k celebration navigation latte art

ミ★ STARS OR PLANETS?... lorenzo berkshire

You squinted up at the sky, barely catching the faint glimmer of stars breaking through the thin wisps of cloud. It was chilly tonight—a late autumn chill that bit through your robes and made your breath fog in the darkness. You rubbed your hands together, huffing a little as Professor Sinistra pointed out yet another constellation. With her final instructions for the project given, she waved a hand, letting everyone split off into pairs. As most of your classmates drifted toward their usual partners, you found yourself scanning the familiar green-trimmed robes for a potential companion.

You glanced over just as Lorenzo Berkshire rolled his eyes at the girl who’d approached him, muttering something as he dismissed her with a little wave. She made a face and stalked off, muttering about “his arrogance,” but Lorenzo’s gaze had already wandered over the remaining students. He looked up, his brown eyes meeting yours, and you tried to play off the way he’d caught you staring, giving him a polite nod.

“Guess we’re stuck together,” he said, crossing over to you with a casual confidence. “What’s your name again?”

You introduced yourself, noticing the faint flicker of recognition in his expression. “Right,” he said, drawing out the word as he tucked his hands into his pockets. “I think I’ve heard that once or twice.”

“Nice of you to pretend,” you replied lightly, eyeing him with a smile.

He chuckled, brushing it off. “Right, well—guess I’ll just have to call you ‘Astronomy Partner’ for now. Works, yeah?”

You rolled your eyes but went along with it. “Sure, ‘Astronomy Partner.’”

He gestured up at the sky with a confident sweep of his arm. “You know anything about star mapping, or am I teaching you?”

“Teaching me?” You raised an eyebrow, caught between amusement and annoyance at his audacity. “I think I’ve got this covered, thanks.” 

He rolled his eyes in exaggerated disappointment. “Shame. I usually help with these things, especially for a fellow Slytherin classmate.” He leaned in a little closer, glancing at your chart. “Though, that star there—” He tapped the parchment before pointing up at the sky, as if pinpointing the exact spot, “—is supposed to be a part of the constellation most associated with Slytherin.”

You looked down, hiding your smirk. “That’s actually a planet. Mars, to be precise.”

His brows furrowed, and he shot you an indignant look. “Mars? I knew that,” he said, though it sounded like he’d only just learned it. “I was testing you.”

“Right. A test,” you replied, trying to hold in a laugh. 

Unfazed, he shrugged. “Consider yourself lucky. Astronomy isn’t exactly everyone’s best subject. So why aren’t you working with someone?”

“Maybe I prefer peace and quiet,” you said, holding his gaze. “A bit challenging to find with you around, I imagine.”

“Harsh,” he said, his mouth curving into a grin. “So, no partner. What about a tutor?”

“I don’t think I need one,” you replied, tilting your head up to meet his gaze.

He scoffed, but there was something amused about it, and you noticed a slight flush on his cheeks that you could chalk up to the cold… or maybe not. “Alright, Miss Astronomy Expert, show me what else you know.”

You pointed out another constellation, describing the stars with an enthusiasm that felt almost contagious. Lorenzo leaned closer as you spoke, nodding along and occasionally throwing in his own dry commentary. The night stretched on, and with it, the warmth of easy conversation and soft laughter.

His gaze flickered to yours, lingering a little too long before he cleared his throat. “So… you actually like this stuff, don’t you?”

“It’s my favorite class,” you admitted. “There’s something about the stars, I don’t know… they make everything else seem a little smaller, I guess.”

He glanced back up, nodding a little. “Yeah… I guess you’re right.”

It was a rare quiet moment from him, but before you could linger in it, his smirk returned. “Well, not everything, obviously. I’m still the center of the universe.”

You couldn’t help but let out an amused snort. “Right.”

He shot you a grin, clearly pleased with himself. You found yourself fighting back a smile as he adjusted the telescope. The longer he fiddled with it, though, the more his confidence seemed to waver, until he turned back to you with a slightly sheepish look.

“You know how to adjust this thing?” he asked.

“Only if you’re willing to admit defeat,” you replied, stepping forward and taking the telescope into your hands. As you focused on the stars, you felt his gaze lingering on you.

“You’re quite confident for someone who prefers quiet,” he said, watching you with an amused expression.

“Well, you are quite annoying, Berkshire,” you shot back without thinking, and his grin widened, clearly pleased.

After a moment of silence, he spoke up again, his voice softer. “I guess I should’ve already known your name before tonight, huh?”

You let out a small laugh. “I thought you’d at least know the names of your classmates by now.”

“Think you’ll need help with your star chart tomorrow?” he asked, his grin returning. “I’m sure I could find you.”

“Maybe I’ll let you,” you replied, surprising yourself. “Though, I don’t think your ‘help’ would be necessary.”

Lorenzo laughed, the sound echoing softly into the night. “Well then, consider it a date.”

[yoku-yukihime]

Honestly I'm curious. You're the biggest Junko fan I know of on the internet and I need to know. Do you think Junko would give up trying to kill Chang'e if she actually got to her and found out she's immortal? Or like beat the shit out of her for hours? I'm imagining her dragging her around on a chain just so she eats moon rocks.

this is always an interesting thing to me. my personal belief is that her purification is The perfect tool for killing someone like chang'e outright. since the hourai elixir is a completely foreign element to the body that has to be consumed, i see no reason why she wouldnt be able to use her purification on chang'e actual body, separating the the elements of the elixir and shit. without it in her body, would she still be immortal? would junko be able to purify her to such a level that she would no longer be? I like to think jun could do this though cause it brings me another important question what would she do after? this is her life. shes a spirit pretty much Bound to the world by this grudge. without it is she still "junko"? or is she just a nameless divine spirit again... my other idea of enjoyment goes with the idea that junko killed hou yi herself. dragged his ass to hell and let hecatia throw him into the Absolute worst of the worst torture. she would likely do the same to chang'e if she found out she cant outright die. jun would get enjoyment out of that, hecatia would get enjoyment out of that. both their grudges sated, commence celebratory t4t yuri intercourse

[ellitx]

Helloooow!

Your blog is like nectar to a starving hummingbird in the deseeeeert there is not enough Venti content on the fanfiction side of this fandom istg so THANK YOU for taking care of us Venti fans!

I read through quite a lot of your works (and Venti centered works in general) and I noticed a trend in all of the darlings either being reserved and shy / standoffish or being gentle and incredibly soft-spoken / naive.

No doubt about Venti actually falling for someone like that since opposites attract, but I was wondering if you could imagine him with a more confident and extroverted darling as well?

A type of darling that has a "so what if people will look on? Maybe they want to secretly join in on being silly, too!"- attitude and is non-flirtatiously playful / witty? And perhaps isn't as easily foiled or can see through people's intentions a little more clearly since she has experience with dealing with different personalities.

Someone who would pull all the other shy people into the dancing circle and is pretty good masking embarrassment / faking it until she makes it!

Would it aggravate Venti even more to get her flustered? Or is that a type of darling he wouldn't even bat an eye towards? What do you think?

Extroverted darling is the type who venti will enjoy having a drink with at the tavern

They’d get along pretty quick if darling is able to give the same energy as venti’s, though when it comes to romance, it would take some time for him to fall for them. If in a scenario, darling was the one who fell first, he’ll immediately notice but won’t say a word. He doesn’t want to presume but he does give flirtatious remarks

But if we’re speaking that he’s a yandere, he would enjoy another bright presence. He’d let you run wild and surprisingly he’s not very restrictive. He still wanted you to enjoy life and be yourself. The thing that makes it frightening for yan venti with an extroverted darling is, well, manipulating your feelings.

And if darling fell for him, he’d definitely take advantage of it. He didn’t missed you were throwing hints at him, but he’s feigning ignorance. He wants to hear you say it to him directly. Even if you joked that you love him or you want spend your life together with him, he’ll take that as a confession seriously and claiming you’re “officially” together.

What’s worse is that if you like drinking and you have low alcohol tolerance, he’ll take advantage of it as well. He puts on the bestest-best friend facade with you. Obviously he doesn’t do anything to you when you were getting to know him. Nothing of that sort you’d imagine.

If you get drunk, he’d carry you home and joked about not reaching his level. When you passed out the first time you were with him, you were on your guard. You woke up with the evening sky greeting you and jolting up immediately, you almost knocked Venti out.

He stayed with you throughout the night, accompanying you back to your home as you thanked him for watching over you. It became a norm for you both that either would pass out and the other would care for them. That’s why you prefer drinking with him. You’re guaranteed he’ll handle you if you want to get yourself drunk and have fun dancing at the tavern when he plays his music.

Everything he does are so normal you don’t even see anything malicious.

He’d bring you to the tavern for a drink, chatting on your way there. But upon entering, all seats were occupied. There must be a celebration and a lot of the knights were inside. You all searched from top to bottom for any vacant seats, but none can be found. You can’t go to cat’s tail because of his allergies, and you aren’t letting Venti steal a bottle. Otherwise, you’d be counted as his accomplice.

When one client finally left, he took the seat and you’re just there… standing. He arched his brow and asked you to sit. You’re baffled by his question until he patted his lap with an almost casual confidence, clearly unfazed by the bustling crowd around you.

You hesitated, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. His suggestion was bold, to say the least, and though you were no stranger to his antics, this felt different. You quickly denied but he just sighed and propped his chin on his palm.

Why would you be so embarrassed? You’ve been friends for a long time and frequently flirting back and forth so how was this any different? Everyone in the town already knows how close you are with him. Even Diluc knows your frequent shenanigans with this bard.

His fingers drummed lightly on the wooden table, tapping in rhythm with the music playing nearby, waiting for you to move. The packed room left little space to move, making it clear that finding another seat was out of the question. Eventually, with a resigned sigh, you took a step closer, noticing the faintest glimmer of satisfaction across his face. He shifted, making room for you as his arms rested lightly at his sides, inviting yet unassuming.

You sat on his lap, trying to keep your composure as he adjusted to ensure you were comfortable. When he called the bartender and ordered your usual drinks, you looked away to hide your red face. Usually, you’d brush it off and come up with an excuse, but your mind was running in miles you couldn’t think clearly. You could feel his breath close to your shoulder, relaxing with you there, as if this was the most natural thing in the world.

The music grew louder, voices around you rising in cheer, but you found yourself catching his hand drifting over your thighs. At first you ignored it, thinking his hand was just there to rest. But when you felt his palm rubbing up and down your skin, your cheeks warmed up with your mouth agape.

You wanted to scold him, question what was he doing. As you turned to him and opened your mouth, Charles arrived with your drinks, placing the mugs on the table. Venti thanked him, leaving you a bit awkward when he grabbed his drink. You though he finally stopped, and you weren’t going to bother bringing it up to him— assuming it was just his gesture of concern for his best friend— but his hand returned between your thighs.

His fingertips brushed up against your inner thigh, gliding slowly up. You pushed his wrist, the slightest signal to stop and to avoid unnecessary commotion, but he just drank as his fingers ran close between your legs. You tugged his hand but instead he slipped his finger in yours, twining them in place. His eyes were focused straight ahead, expression completely neutral, and unfazed.

Your were so confused, trying to grasp what had gotten to him. Venti was forward, but not this forward. Maybe it’s a sort of gesture to calm you. You were pretty flustered back there when he offered his lap, and you already knew how touchy he was. But this didn’t seem like…

You grabbed your tankard and took a heavy gulp, pushing down any conflicting emotions. Sure, you like him and even joked having feelings for him, but that’s because you didn’t want to ruin your friendship.

He loves wine and jokes. He sings for every event and playfully flirts. And you? You love him. That sounds stupid but it's the truth. If only you could muster courage and confess to him. If only you could get on his good side to the extent where you two would have romantic kind of moment without the need for alcohol.

You asked Charles for another glass and you didn’t notice his hands crept under your shirt. You were too drunk to differentiate the sensations swarming over your skin. His fingers stroked along the sensitive curve of your stomach, the other arm firm around you as you glanced at him, he didn't seem bothered. His lips moved as if he was talking to you, but you couldn’t hear anything when the music was too loud and the knights were clamouring. You simply hummed, nodding along to whatever he was saying.

He offered you another glass and you accepted. The drink was stronger this time, or maybe you were finally feeling the weight of each glass catching up to you. The room swayed slightly as you raised the glass, taking another heavy gulp, the world beginning to blur.

You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or the emotions you’d been trying so hard to drown that made the warmth creep into your cheeks, a sensation almost too intense to ignore. Somewhere deep down, you knew you were pushing past your limit, but here, with Venti’s laughter echoing somewhere beside you, it didn’t feel so bad.

He watched you carefully, concern crossing his usually carefree face as you reached for the next drink. His smile lingered, as he subtly moved closer, reaching out a steadying hand as you swayed again. The tavern lights glimmering above in dizzying patterns. You tried to flash him a reassuring smile, but a small giggle left your lips as you felt something ticklish on your stomach.

You were vaguely aware of his fingers brushing against you, grounding you just enough to stop the world from spinning. The voices in the tavern grew more distant, their laughter fading off. Somewhere along the way, you lost count of how many times you’d tried to quiet your thoughts. You leaned your head against his shoulder, watching his lips move, his voice softer, almost soothing, though you couldn’t make out the words. His breath brushed against your ear and you nodded absentmindedly.

The last thing you felt was Venti’s arms wrapping around you, his voice a quiet murmur lost to the noise as he carried you out of the tavern.