#it brings out a lot of exclamation marks in me.

[vigilskeep]

was looking thru ur old romance polls bc im planning on playing a new surana and im trying to decide whod be the most interesting romance, and i looked at the zevran sweep like huh i guess ppl really have an opinion. completely forgot u used to be zevsurana 😭😭 i know its bc of ur oc but do u have any general surana and zevran thoughts abt whatd make them good together?

i may no longer be tumblr user zevsurana but i am still zevran/surana truther number one

an elf is separated from all family & community & their own kind, and raised and trained in a place where they’re never safe, by people who never had their best interests at heart and who pressure them to betray the ones they love the most. and there’s someone else just like them in this, born worlds apart. but by chance and mishap and devastation they find their way to each other!!! and see a mirror!!! and fall in love!!! gets me every time

surana might never see this, but zevran is the one who most fiercely argues against a warden who tries to annul the circle. he’s got your back. the warden being dangerous is one of the things he admires in them, and no fear of magic or threat of templars could ever make him turn away. not to mention that zev literally approves of you considering making a deal with a demon... the dragon age gold standard of boyfriends for blood mages right here. get u a man who would absolutely steal ur phylactery for u in an instant

i just think it’s crazy to open the story of dao with a mage warden in the fade during their harrowing, the black city looming above with the weight of mages’ guilt, the blights always punishment for their sins, and to have zevran say at the end: for the chance to be by your side i would storm the black city itself. i’d damn the world all over again if you led me there. it would be worth it. wtf. wtf!!!

umm what else... i mean its literally a dashing rogue and tower princess (gender neutral) pairing... what more could u want

[teddybeartoji]

thinking a lot of thoughts about bf!gojo :(

he will be the sweetest bf ever.. it's a bit concerning with how attached he is to you, bordering on codependency but he just cant help it he loves you too much :(( everytime youre both together on something like lunch with friends or hanging out the sight of you two is enough to give anyone who spares a glance cavities.. his eyes are so in love and hes always got that dopey smile on his face, his touch is always gentle and caring despite him being a teasing asshole sometimes 😭

and behind closed doors ... dear god this man is INSATIABLE.. always has to have a hand around you and touching you !!!! and his sex drive.. erm.. yeah.. idk i see him as the type to want to do it everyday because he just loves you too much and he doesnt know what to do with himself and all this love he has !!!! theres something sweet about him just always wanting you and wanting to make you feel good eufnhffhehrjfnf

the stark difference between you two being such a sweet couple in public but also .. having seen each other INSIDE OUT quite literally is so hot and cute.. :( that level of intimacy .. :((( BF!GOJO WE NEED YOU !!!!!! ok this has gotten too long im sorry HAVE A GOOD DAY THANK YOU

HIIII MY SWEETHEART I'M SORRY FOR THE WAIT!!!! BUT I'M HERE I'M HERE I'M HERE!!!!! I'M HERE AND I'M FEELING TERRIBLY SOFT FOR HIM AND I NEED TO HAVE HIM IN MY ARMS RIGHT THIS INSTANT!!!!!!! i agree with everything you've said nonnie!!!! and i am covering you in kisses as thanks!!!! mwah mwah mwah!!!! wait also!!!!!!!!!!!! more exclamation marks!!!!!! please please please don't apologize for rambling!!!!!!!!!! i will always hear you out!!!!! i want more actually!!!!!!!!!!!! please!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ok everybody get comfortable bc i have some of bf!gojo headcanons for you!!!!

his pupils are literal hearts whenever he's with and whenever he's Thinking about you!!!! (i'm saying that his pupils are always like that)(he is simply unable to get you off his head)(he's not even trying)(he's so fucking in love with you).

he's constantly resting his head on your head or on your shoulder. this just came to me. he wraps his hands around your middle and he always gives you a squeeze!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and a kiss on your neck. and he probably (read: definitely) smells you. and then hums into your skin. omfg i need to hug him so badly. i am losing my mind here nonnie...

okay and i just talked abt him taking naps with you too, right? and i just can't stop thinking about him always taking pics of you whenever you fall asleep on top of him:(((((((((((((( drooling or not, he's taking the pic!!!!!! AND i truly believe that he has begged (literally begged down on his hands and knees) shoko and suguru, so that they'll take pics of the two of you together aswell!!! satoru has a folder with like a THOUSAND pics of you both just napping together:((( he goes through it whenever he's really missing you:(((((((

ok and he loves taking showers and baths with you. loves, loves, loves. he just wants to sit under or in the water with you, just feeling your skin against him. feeling your heartbeat against him. he likes the intimacy of it all. it's so tender and so soft and so loving and he just wants to do everything with you. he's gonna take a fucking piss with you if you'd only let him.

he loves your smile sm. this is such a basic little concept but he does. nothing else in this sick world brings him as much joy as your smile and laughter. and oh my fucking god his heart feels like it's going to explode whenever he makes you laugh (which is all the time let's be honest he's very fucking funny and he is not afraid of making himself look like a fool just for you<3). he loves it when you laugh at cat videos, he loves it when you laugh at whatever the fuck is playing on the tv and he loves it when you laugh at a joke one of his friends make!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he goes a little insane whenever he sees you having fun with his friends:((((((((((((((((((((( it just means the world to him:(((( and you and the younger ones too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! omfg when he sees you coddling gumi and yuuji and nobara:((((((((((((((((( stop, he literally feels like he's going to cry every time i am also crying i can't do this anymore

btw he always swings your hands whenever his fingers are interwiened with yours!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ahhhh!!!!!!! and he has that big dopey smile on his lips again and his dimples are showing and he's laughing so loudly that everybody is turning to look at you both on the street but you couldn't care any less!!!!!!! how could you when your boyfriend is making your heart grow twice the size it was before and you just feel so giddy and so full of love and you want to kiss him stupid!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

he loves spending his morning with you. i actually think of him as more of a morning person actually idk how popular that concept is but yeah. don't get me wrong - he refuses to let you up from the bed for at least an hour after you wake up but he does have a lot of energy. he wants to kiss and he wants to hug and he wants to tickle and he wants you to play with his hair and he wants and he wants and he wants and you will give and give and give!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he's a little lovesick puppy and he needs your attention like he needs air!!!!!

and then he wants you to brush his teeth for him. yes. you read that right. he sits you down onto the bathroom counter and bares his teeth at you like the puppy that he is and HE'S SO FUCKING CUTEEEEEE FUCKKKK CUTENESS AGGRESSION IS SO REAL I NEED TO JUST SQUEEZE HIM A LITTLE AAAAAAAAAAA I NEED TO PINCH HIS CHEEEKS!!!!!!!!!!!! he still looks sleepy and his smile is so fucking big and his hands are resting on your hips, his thumbs are drawing hearts into your skin. and he most definitely kisses you before he actually rinses his mouth.............. and then laughs when the toothpaste gets all over you. it's a mess and he's laughing and you're in love.

he loves it when you baby him. he does ask for it as a joke but when you genuinely do it he gets a little flustered. the tips of his ears always turn into a shade of dark pink and he's looking at you like puss in boots. you know what i'm talking abt. big eyes, fluttering eyelashes - he loves you so fucking much. he loves it when you tuck him in bed, he loves it when you kiss his nose, he loves it when you pinch his cheeks i am biased i just said i want to do that don't look at me, he loves it when you tickle him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WAIT STOP HE LOVES IT WHEN YOU TICKLE HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!! HE WANTS YOU TO STRADDLE HIM AND TICKLE THE LIVING FUCK OUT OF HIM HE WANTS TO LAUGH WITH YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i died

he also loves it when you cling to him. in any way. hands around his neck, around his body, around his arms - it does not matter. he wants you to quite literally climb him like a tree. he loves it when you snuggle into him and when you refuse to let him go. and when you hold his hand and try to stop him from leaving. he's not going to go. it doesn't take a lot for him to give into you. he's folding immediately. he doesn't want to go either. he loves it when you're needy. he loves it when you whine. he loves it when you tease him. he might pop a boner. at everything you do. he just loves you sooooooooooo muchh!!

18+ HE IS INSATIABLE!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE IS THEE LOVERBOY!!!!!! i think he does like to get a taste of you every single day, no matter whether it's actually having sex or it's eating you out or it's just making out or it's entertaining you with his beautiful slender fingers or it's dry humping etcetcetc. he wants to touch you, he wants to feel you - it's a must!!

i already said it but he loves intimacy!!!! like yeah ofc he likes his freaky sex as much as the next guy (he most definitely likes it more than the next guy) but he loooooves when he can just be in the moment with you!! he's always savouring you - holding your hand when his burying his dick deep inside you, he's snaking his arm around your body as he grinds into you from behind. he's licking and nipping at your skin because he just can't get enough of you. he's sucking on your tongue, he's pressing your hips down against his, he's kissing every fucking inch of your body. i truly think he wants to eat you and he wants to devour you and he wants to merge the two of you together forever<33

okay i have officially melted away... i am a puddle of love Goo... ily nonnie

[grandmother-goblin]

Dialogue Punctuation Cheat Sheet

This is just a friendly little guide on how to use punctuation in dialogue since (at least for me) this isn’t something that I was taught in school and had to learn on my own. That being said, I am not an expert! I don’t have an English degree or anything like that! I’m just an avid reader and writer and wanted to share what I have learned in a concise format.

A lot of this information is from “How to Write Dazzling Dialogue: The Fastest Way to Improve Any Manuscript” by James Scott Bell, “The Best Punctuation Book, Period” by June Casagrande, and “The Blue Book of Grammar and Punctuation” by Jane Straus, Lester Kaufman, and Tom Stern. If you’re able to get these books, I highly recommend them!

(Also, yes I used Disney quotes for most of my examples lol)

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Rule 1: Dialogue punctuation includes the following:

Period

Comma

Question mark

Exclamation point

Em-dash

Ellipsis

All dialogue will include some sort of punctuation before the closing quotation. 

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Rule 2: Punctuation goes inside the quotes.

Correct

“Do you want to build a snowman?” Anna asked.

Correct

“You can’t marry a man you just met,” Elsa said.

Incorrect

“Do you want to build a snowman”? Anna asked.

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Rule 3: Don’t capitalize a pronoun used for dialogue attribution.

Correct

“I was hiding under your porch because I love you,” he said.

Incorrect

“I was hiding under your porch because I love you,” He said.

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Rule 4: Capitalize for action beats.

Correct

“A llama? He’s supposed to be dead!” She slammed her fist on the table.

Incorrect 

“A llama? He’s supposed to be dead!” she slammed her fist on the table.

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Rule 5: Use a comma when introducing a quotation, such as when dialogue attribution comes at the beginning. The first word of the dialogue is capitalized.

Correct

Scar leaned forward and said, “Run away, Simba.”

Incorrect

Scar leaned forward and said. “Run away, Simba.”

Incorrect

Scar leaned forward and said, “run away, Simba.”

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Rule 6: Use single quotation marks for quotations within quotations. Punctuation goes inside both quotations (I’ve heard this can vary depending on country).

Correct

“My father said, ‘Everything the light touches is our kingdom.’”

Incorrect 

“My father said, ‘Everything the light touches is our kingdom’.”

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Rule 7: If there are two or more sentences, the speaker attribution should be put before or after the first complete phrase.

Correct

Grandmother said, “Great. She brings home a sword. If you ask me, she should’ve brought home a man.”

Correct

“Great,” Grandmother said. “She brings home a sword. If you ask me, she should’ve brought home a man.”

Incorrect

“Great. She brings home a sword. If you ask me, she should’ve brought home a man,” Grandmother said.

(Note: This is a rule I break all the time, but I thought I would include it in this list anyway! Usually when the first sentence or two are very, very, short and go together, but they still need that “breath” of a dialogue tag in between. But it’s a good thing to be aware of!) 

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Rule 8: Use commas to interrupt a complete sentence with a dialogue attribution. Don’t capitalize the next word after the comma. 

Correct

“Aren’t you,” Hercules said, “a damsel in distress?”

Incorrect

“Aren’t you,” Hercules said, “A damsel in distress?”

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Rule 9: Use ellipses to illustrate a character trailing off, showing hesitation, or a pause.

“Aren’t you… a damsel in distress?”

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Rule 10: Em-dashes can be used for interruptions, indicating simultaneous actions that do not cause an interruption, or a change in thought/tone. Don’t use dialogue attribution after an em-dash.

Another Person Interrupts

Correct

“He would never do anything to hurt me. He—”

Hades threw up his hands. “He’s a guy!”

Correct

Meg said, “He would never do anything to hurt me. He—”

Hades threw up his hands. “He’s a guy!”

Incorrect

“He would never do anything to hurt me. He—” Meg said.

Hades threw up his hands. “He’s a guy!”

Self Interruption

“I—” Hercules reached into his pocket and pulled out a small doll. “I’m an action figure!"

Simultaneous Action

“I am surrounded” — Scar dragged his paw over his face — “by idiots.” 

Change In Thought/Tone

“It’s not that you’re awkward. I’m awkward. You’re gorgeous — wait, what?”

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Other Notes (these might just be my personal preferences, feel free to ignore)

Don’t use semi-colons in dialogue. Use a period instead.

Use exclamation points sparingly. Extremely sparingly. Maybe once per 10k words or even less.

After using an ellipsis, saying “he/she trailed off” is redundant. Just skip to the next action. The ellipsis already implies someone trailed off.

New speaker (or character action that serves as a response) = New paragraph.

“Said” should be your most commonly used dialogue tag. Any dialogue tag other than “said” or “asked” will stick out to the reader, and should be used sparingly.

If there is anything I missed, got wrong, or should add, PLEASE KINDLY LET ME KNOW! Again, I don’t have an English degree, I’m not a professional, and I’m actually a bit of a pea-brain, but these are the general rules that I know of and follow in my writing.

[ominouslywritinginmyhead]

Pairing: Makoto Tachibana x Acespec!Reader; 2.9k

Tags: Angst, Suggestive (?) Hurt/Comfort, Fluff (?)

Notes and Warnings: reader is feminine-coded but i tried to make ‘em gn, internalised (and external) aphobia (a lot), suggestive themes/open discussions about sexuality and sexual activity, reader is basically Going Through It and so is ya girl, happy ending so don’t worry, Makoto Tachibana basically being the green flag to end all green flags

Summary: You find Makoto Tachibana so easy to love, and why not? He’s the best boyfriend anyone could ever have. The problem is, you’re starting to worry you might not be able to love him the right way.

Banner made by me (Canva & Unsplash), divider credits @anonimusunnoaniswriting

A/N: don’t mind me, just processing many complicated feelings about my sexuality.

In the four and a half months you’ve dated Makoto, you have found him easy to love.

His smile is brighter than the sun. The way he holds your hand with such tenderness warms your heart. He’s not the best texter, but you can’t help smiling at his attempts to use exclamation marks when he messages you first thing in the morning. He likes to try his hand at crane games when you’re out on dates, and even snagged a fluffy bunny keychain for you once.

When he kisses you, he always checks first to see if you want it, whether verbally or otherwise. He holds you close and carefully, but not as though you’re a fragile being. He admires your goals and supports you as you chase your dreams.

Why, then, does something still feel off?

Why do you feel as though your love for him, which has come so easily since the day he confessed to you, is not quite right?

You lie on his bed, staring at the open book in your hands. It’s obvious what’s wrong, even if Makoto is too gentlemanly to say it.

And it’ll be a cold day in hell before you open your mouth about it either.

Makoto calling your name softly breaks into your thoughts, and you turn to stare at him. “Everything okay?” he asks, seated at the low table. “You’ve been staring at that page for the last twenty minutes.”

“I’m fine. Nothing to worry about.” You smile, hoping he doesn’t see how strained it is. But this is Makoto - if he can read people like Haru and Sousuke, he will unfortunately be able to read you.

If Makoto does sense something wrong, he doesn’t say. Instead, he returns to his work. “You know,” he tells you, not looking up from his tablet, “we both have some free time coming up in August. Let’s go on a holiday together.”

You turn and watch him. He hasn’t been to the barber in some time; strands of his light brown hair fall in front of his brilliant green eyes as he watches videos of the swimmers he coaches and makes notes on their performance at the recent tournament. “Where should we go?” you ask.

“The seaside?” he suggests. “Or maybe the mountains, since it’ll get really hot in summer.”

“Mountains sound nice.” You hum, setting your book aside. “It’ll be good to get away from the heat for a bit.”

“It will,” Makoto agrees. He finally looks up from his work and smiles at you, the sight bringing you peace. It’s hard to be stressed when you’re with him.

But there’s still something you can’t shake from the back of your mind. The feeling that you’re missing something important in your love and care for him. The feeling that you’re loving him the wrong way.

When you meet your friends who have partners, the way they talk about relationships leaves you in the dust. You have all been raised in the same language, been educated in the same language for well over a decade. And yet, when they speak of touch and heat in the body, it’s as though they’re speaking a completely different language that you’ve never heard of in your entire life.

You read the great poets of the world, and no matter where they come from, they talk of the same things. It’s not just love talk - it’s something else. You read about tongues and flames and silken sheets and none of it makes any sense.

When you see couples at parties or in dark corners near Shinjuku, the gazes and touches seem so normal for them. Why isn’t it like that for you?

Why isn’t your relationship with Makoto normal like everyone else’s? Why do you have to be like this?

So when Makoto taps at the tablet screen a few days later and says “Let’s spend a couple of days here,” your blood runs cold, because you know what it means for a couple to stay overnight in the same room. And you don’t know if you can give Makoto what he probably wants. What everyone wants from someone they’ve been dating for almost five months. Six months by the time you two reach the resort.

He says something else, but you don’t hear, your heart pounding in your ears. Makoto’s never pushed you for anything in this relationship, but he surely has needs. They all do. Does he need you in that way too?

If you say no, he won’t do anything. But what if it’s always a no? What if you never feel that…that desire that comes so naturally to everyone else? What if you can never give him what he wants? What they all want?

Makoto is so easy to love, but something must be wrong with you because despite being so wonderful, so handsome, so perfect…he is so hard to desire.

****

Even so, you do look forward to the rest of the trip. It’ll be good to get away from the city and how hot the place gets in August. Plus, the two of you haven’t had much time to spend together lately thanks to work and stuff. The occasional day off at his apartment or yours is getting rarer by the week. So a two-night retreat to the mountains is something you both need for a million reasons.

Your lodgings have the most amazing view of the nearby lake and mountains, and there’s a stone bench that’s perfect for sitting together and watching the sunset.

Makoto handled the bookings, so you examine the framed photos in the lobby while he gets the room keys. Hopefully the beds are at least separate, because cuddling on Makoto’s bed (or yours) for a few hours is not the same as sleeping in the same bed with him all night.

It would be nice to wake up in Makoto’s arms, though.

He calls your name in that soft voice you’ve come to love so deeply. He’s always so gentle with you, even when you’re not touching. You walk with him down the hallway till you reach the room. Maybe it’ll be okay. Maybe you can just make it work somehow. You love Makoto a lot, after all. You don’t mind doing something that’s probably not your cup of tea if it’s with him—

“Here’s your key. I’m just next door.”

You blink, staring at the keychains in his hand. Keychains.

“We-we’ve got separate rooms?” You blurt out.

“We do.” He tilts his head. “I said I’d get us single rooms, remember?”

“You did?” You can’t help the relief in your voice.

“Of course I did; I wasn’t going to…” he trails off, and something occurs to him. “Ah.”

It’s the only time he’s given you a smile that sad. The sight breaks your heart, and a part of you wonders if you messed up. Does he know? Does he suspect?

You’re not sure if you want to know the answer.

“Would you mind if I came into your room for a bit?” Makoto asks. “I think there’s something we need to talk about.”

****

The two of you drop your bags in a corner of the small lodge room. There’s one bed, a table and chair, and a door leading to the bathroom, with a sliding door opening to reveal the balcony with its gorgeous view of snowcapped peaks in the distance.

Makoto sits on the bed and pats the space next to him on the mattress. You join him there, hesitant to go closer. What will he say?

In the moments before he speaks, you watch him closely. In the old photos and videos, Makoto still towers over almost everyone else, but he’s always holding back. He would get embarrassed quite easily, and rarely assert himself in a way that matched his stature. But adulthood has given him the confidence he needs to express himself clearly, and he actively works to become a rock everyone can rely on for support, without burning himself out too much..

Makoto watches you too, and takes your hand in both of his. “I know something’s troubling you,” he says, meeting your eyes. “It’s been bothering you for a while, hasn’t it? That’s why you were so nervous when we got here.” He pauses. “And I think I know what it is.”

Your stomach lurches. This is it. This is the end of the best love you’ve ever had…

“I’m sorry,” you blurt out. “I thought I could handle it, and I don’t think I’d really mind if it’s you because I really love you and I’m okay with trying different things as long as you’re here, but I keep thinking about it and trying to make myself more okay with it because it’s supposed to be a normal part of relationships and everyone else is okay with it too, but nothing works because it doesn’t make any sense no matter how hard I try….”

Your eyes burn with tears that you can barely hold back. How do you explain to your boyfriend that you can’t feel any desire for him without making it sound like an insult? That you love him with all your heart, but you don’t know if you’re able to feel something for him that would make you eager to have sex with him. That you might never be able to have sex with him because you don’t understand how desire and sexual attraction is supposed to work no matter how hard you try, and it’s not his fault; it’s you who’s the problem. “I’m-I’m sorry,” you finish. “If you…if you want to end things here, I won’t hold it against you.”

“End things?” Makoto repeats incredulously. “Why on earth would I do that?”

When you don’t answer, he says it for you. “Is it because you think us not having sex means our relationship isn’t a real one?”

That’s what everyone says. People annul marriages if they’re not consummated. If you don’t have sex, you’re immature and missing out. You’re a prude, and not understanding sexual attraction just means you’re childish and need to grow up.

The language of desire has always eluded you. Back in high school and college, you just assumed - as did others - that you were a late bloomer. But you’re in your mid-twenties and the only person that’s ever made you feel like you understand desire is that one guitarist who used to perform in skimpy outfits that revealed his thighs. And even then that’s a celebrity crush or whatever. When it comes to the people around you, when it comes to your boyfriend whom you love so much, you still don’t know what it means to truly want someone like that.

“I’m sorry,” you repeat. “Something’s wrong with me.”

“Why would you ever say that?” The pain in Makoto’s voice is too much to bear, and you drop your head.

“I can’t love you the right way, I can’t give you what you need…”

You don’t know what to expect after you admit your deepest fears, your dark secret, but when he presses his lips to your forehead, you freeze.

“I’m the one who should be sorry,” he says. “I made you feel like you couldn’t talk about this to me. I love you so much, and I want you to be able to tell me anything. Especially if it’s about us.”

You’re about to stop his apology, but he continues. “And if I ever made you feel like you had to have sex with me just to prove you love me, I’m sorry about that too.”

“There’s…there’s nothing to apologise for,” you mumble, still avoiding his gaze. Those green eyes can see right through you, and you don’t think this is the time for that. “You didn’t do anything.”

Makoto’s not done, though. “I want you to know that I will never push you to do anything you don’t want to. I promise. Sex is not some magic potion that makes relationships perfect, and not having it doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong with what we have together. Or anything missing, for that matter.”

Finally, you glance up. His eyes are brimming with worry, but he strokes your hair with a steady hand. “It feels like something’s not right,” you admit, letting a single tear trickle down your cheek. “Everyone else handles it just fine. I’m the only one who can’t feel that way. Something must be wrong with me, with the way I love you—”

“Nothing is wrong with you,” Makoto says firmly. But on seeing your face, he eases up. Before continuing, he lies down on the bed and extends an arm, inviting you closer.

You’ve cuddled up with him so many times before; why are you hesitating now?

Slowly, you lean against him, letting him wrap that arm around you, holding you close. He hums for a moment before saying, “There’s no such thing as a right way to love someone. We all express our feelings in different ways. I don’t need you to show me your desire to know how much you love me. And I think you already know how much I love you. I don’t need desire or sex to prove it.”

He turns on his side to look down at you, the love in his eyes almost bringing you to tears again. “Like I said, I don’t need sex to feel how much you love me. I feel it when you send me photos of the cats in your neighbourhood. When you held my hand and squeezed it during that typhoon. When you buy an extra chocolate cake from the pastry shop.”

Makoto strokes your cheek. “And remember: there’s nothing wrong with not feeling what you say everyone else feels. There’s nothing wrong with you.”

You bury your face in his chest. A part of you wants to believe him, to believe that you’re just fine the way you are. But it’s so hard.

“Remember,” he says quietly. “I will never force you to do something you don’t want. If you say no, then that’s it.”

“What if I always say no?” You voice the deepest fears in your heart, the possibility that you might never end up saying yes.

He kisses the top of your head. “Then you always say no, and that’s what we follow. I promise, I won’t push you into anything or guilt you into saying yes. If you do say yes, I want you to say it without worrying about me. And if you never say yes, then I want you to say it without feeling guilty. I can look after myself, don’t worry.”

You didn’t expect to have such a frank conversation with Makoto, but hearing those words - “I don’t need sex to feel how much you love me,” “There’s nothing wrong with you,” “I won’t push you into anything or guilt you into saying yes,” - has the world looking so much clearer, no longer clouded by the shadows that have plagued you all along.

Truth be told, you don’t know what the future holds. You don’t know if you’ll ever reach a point that’ll make you want to say yes, to want Makoto in the way everyone says is normal. You don’t know if you'll always end up saying no.

But in this moment, you can be sure of one thing:

You’ll always be safe in Makoto’s arms.

When he kisses you, it’s hesitant in a way it hasn’t been for a long time. He cups your cheek and brushes his lips against yours. Eyes closed, you feel the strands of hair he still has to cut tickle your skin, and the hardness of his chest beneath your palms.

And underneath that, you can feel his rapid heartbeat, like he’s still a boy experiencing the giddiness of love for the first time.

He needs some coaxing from you to deepen the kiss the way he likes to when he kisses you, taking things slow as he revels in your touch and taste. He pulls you so close it’s almost as though the two of you are one: your fingers interlocked behind his back, his legs entangled with yours. He whispers something against your lips that you don’t quite catch, but a part of you knows what he’s saying even then.

Makoto loves you. And when he loves someone, he does it with every fibre of his being, all the way down to his soul.

And you love him the same way.

****

Much later, you fiddle with the deck of cards he brought along. “Do you want to play something?” Makoto asks.

“Maybe,” you muse, humming, legs tangled with his.

He smiles as you shuffle the cards, your hands occupied. So there’s absolutely nothing you can do when he tickles your neck. And your sides. And your tummy.

You squeal at the touch and roll away, laughing. “Makoto!” you scold him. “Don't make me fall off the bed!”

“Sorry, sorry,” he says, but he’s laughing too.

A few cards slip out of the deck and land on the mattress. You pick them up, and see that one of the cards is face-up.

It’s the ace of hearts. It’s always been your favourite card, but you could never explain why. When you were a very small child, you used to make the deck into a royal court and pretend that the ace of hearts was a princess who rode horses to far-off lands and never married a prince, unlike the other cards. Even when her parents, the king and queen of hearts, scolded her, she always had a happy ending in your stories and games. There was nothing wrong with her. She just experienced the world differently.

Funny how things can come full circle over twenty years.

[gren-aade]

Yapping about the personalities of the two leaders of the GN bases (mostly on kai because amelia's fairly straightforward)

Spoiler Warning on Commodore Kai and Rear Admiral Amelia

Rear Admiral Amelia is really adamant about bringing peace, justice and security to the Empire the Grand Navy from her dialogue, e.g.

"I'll crush you like the criminal scum you are!"

"I'll never see the War Seas know peace..." -> Something something being brought up as a weapon (probably, having an extremely rare lost magic means that she might be scouted and was raised since she was young to be a mage), only ever knowing war, fighting for an ideal you're not even sure exists

"The War Seas would be better off without scum like you!" -> Kind of cliche but damn she really hates criminals

"I'll have to show you your place!" -> She knows she the GOAT

with the hatred towards criminals and the exclamation marks... She's the textbook GN officer with a capital G, with a strong sense of justice and the power to uphold it. You can feel her drive just from her words. Like her gravity magic, she's the ground of which everything stands on, the centre, the apex of calm of a storm; while everything spirals around her, ripped and torn apart, she remains as the GN's bastion.

But Commodore Kai...

His dialogue exudes indifference, and even exhaustion, even. No exclamations, just a lot of ellipses. It's like he's sighing as he watches you break in and try to barrel explosion cheese him... Again.

“You shouldn’t be here… Begone from my sight.” “What brings you here, criminal? Surely you aren’t foolish enough to invade a Navy base without good reason…”

“You managed to get past the guards, I see… I’ll have to kill you myself.” -> This line really brings out the 'duelist' aspect in him or even with a slight hint of sadism and entitlement that Asyn minibosses or even Order of Aesir members usually have in their dialogue but this is all just speculation

Combined with his extremely suspicious dialogue (Whether you interpret it as him having connections with the Order or Asyn or anything else)

“I wonder, did you know my secret, or was killing me a mere coincidence…” “It seems I’ve failed my duty… End me now, or they surely will.”

It's giving a guy who has seen too much. He's tired of dealing with the GN's shit. He's not getting any younger but he still can hold off his own, but he knows the enemies he's amassed in his youth are closing in on him. And he might not survive this time. He's tired and he's slipping out of his prime. It's giving he knows he won't have much time left.

I might have another yap session on what if Commodore Kai is an Asyn spy because he's just so interesting even if his characterization is literally cardboard. So yeah.

[twst-beam]

I see you are in need of prompts, then I shall humbly bestow upon thee some a prompt.

Hmm, what about going to a farmer's market with *insert YOUR favourite character here*? I believe in shameless self-enjoyment when it comes to writing; be self-indulgent. Don't you want to go apeshit?

Also do give your hands a well deserved rest every so often ^v^

ohohohoho you're giving me a lot of power with the YOUR favorite character there dove dear, but alright let's go >:D

Gifts

??? words, featuring my THREE favorite boyos because self-indulgence ftw <3

Deuce Spade

Going to the farmer's market was his idea; the two of you needed groceries, and it just so happened that the farmer's market was convenient for you.

Early morning, it was decided, it would double as a date, and both of you were early risers anyway. It'd also boost the morale of the farmers, Deuce had reasoned, and you fell all over again.

A wicker basket, two, so that you could carry your purchases home, although Deuce insisted he'd carry all of them for you, and you laughed and told him no.

The morning sun shone brightly as you walked towards the farmer's market, feeding a few ducks along the way as you walked by the lake and watching as Deuce's expressions softened every time, it was cute, and he grinned sheepishly when he caught you staring.

The entrance to the farmer's market was marked by a decorated arc, and it was peaceful and fun as the two of you walked around, buying produce and chatting with the stall owners, at one point Deuce was given a comically large round of cheese to carry home when he fought off a bunch of menaces from an old lady's stall.

But the real highlight of that morning was when Deuce found the chicks.

One, two, three, more chicks than he could count properly waddled around in a pen, and with a joke, an exclamation of wonder, and a hopeful confirmation, the two of you brought home two very full wicker baskets and a baby chick that rested on Deuce's head.

Jade Leech

Though he thought foraging in the mountains would have been a better decision for both your budget and experience, he relented when he saw the eagerness in your eyes.

By midmorning, you were dragging him to the farmer's market, chattering about the crafts and produce that could be found, and he smiled despite himself.

He watched as you conversed eagerly with the merchants, calmly observing how you skilfully picked the best produce, and how you looked at the crafts with admiration.

You had just purchased a new scarf, wrapping it around your neck and grinning as you waved at him to come over.

"Jade, Jade, look at this one"

He leans over as you took a scarf from the layed out pile on the table, and widened his eyes slightly as he saw what made you wave him over.

"Mushroom print," you smiled as you showed it to him, "and with the coloration and teal ruffles it reminded me of you"

He took it gently from your hands, noticing how the fabric was smooth but thick enough to warm, and kissed your forehead.

"Thank you, my pearl"

You muttered a "you're welcome", dazed by the sudden display of affection as he thanked the stall owner and payed for the scarf, bringing you out of your reverie.

"Hey, wait a minute, I was the one supposed to pay for that, not you"

Jade grinned, displaying his sharp teeth, eyes glinting with mischief as he feigned innocence.

"You were?"

You huffed, "it was supposed to be my gift for you, for bringing me here."

He leaned closer, scarf now hanging from his neck as he tapped his lips in thought, smirk giving away his intentions.

"Then what about a different gift?"

Rook Hunt

Your expedition to the farmer's market was on a whim, a fancy, a spur of the moment thing, but who were you to complain? the moment his hand held yours you couldn't help but go anywhere he wanted.

So there you were, between the rows of stalls and booths, illuminated by the fairy lights as Rook marveled at each product, generously purchasing trinkets and produce and whatever caught his eye.

You couldn't help but smile as Rook's exclamations of fascination and wonder brought smiles to the farmers' faces, and as you sat he waxed poetic about all the beauties the market provided, and you looked at the moon, content to hear him speak amidst the chatter and bustle of the bazaars.

"...but you know what the most amazing thing is in this place, mon amour?"

You closed your eyes, tilting your head as you emitted a curious "hmm?"

He held your hand, looking into your eyes as he smiled in adoration.

"You."

[bye-shou]

luca kaneshiro × gn!reader

angst

characters : luca kaneshiro

side characters : -

warnings : character death, hurt no comfort (i think you know what's up), suicide❗❗❗, implied self harm❗

please do NOT interact if you are sensitive to the topics marked with exclamation marks (❗)

summary : your husband's asthma has been getting worse, but he's been saying that it's fine, and that he didn't need to go to the doctor. but...

i managed to cook up something!1!!11

⇚ ↺ ⇛

you are the significant other of luca kaneshiro, a boss of one of the most famous companies in the whole world.

you were doing chores, like sweeping & mopping the floors, cooking, organizing, being a responsible housekeeper.

you hear some footsteps, and are met with a hug from your dear husband.

"welcome home, dear." you greet, smiling as luca keeps you in a warm embrace.

"hey..." he greets back, still hugging you tightly. then, he coughs.

"oh, are you sick? or is your asthma acting up again..?" you ask worriedly, as luca tries holding back coughs.

"it's okay. i'm fine, don't worry about me." he says, patting your back reassuringly.

"if you say so... but please go to the doctor if the symptoms get worse..." you get worried. luca rarely got asthma attacks the past few weeks, but it seems something happened.

"you should work so hard, you know...? take a break, working without rest is harmful to your health." you advise, your voice soft, worry visible in your words.

"it's fine. the bills won't pay themselves, you know?" he jokes, however you didn't laugh.

"well... your inhaler is on the table. i'll prepare something that won't make your asthma worse, okay?" you say, before pulling away from his hug and going to the kitchen. luca just nods, letting go of you.

he goes to the bathroom to shower after a long day at work, while you prepare some chicken & rice with spinach and kale. you also cut up some fruits.

luca came to the dinner table, ready to eat. although he didn't enjoy vegetables a lot, he knew he had to eat them.

you two enjoyed dinner, and decided to do your own things. luca did his normal things like working.

it was 10pm, and you both decided to get some rest so you could wake up early for a new day tomorrow.

you two hugged and cuddled together, and eventually fell asleep.

the next few days were similar. his asthma getting worse, yet him refusing to go to the doctor and telling you not to worry.

⇚ ↺ ⇛

you both went to bed early, because you both had matters to attend to — luca needing to go to work and you needing to run a few errands.

when you woke up, you realized luca was not by your side. you thought that he probably just went to get ready.

when you went out, you saw luca.

but... he didn't give you a hug and big smile. instead, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥.

"luca!? a-answer me..! luca!" you realized tears were forming in your eyes. you immediately ran to get your phone, then called 911.

"h-hello!? 911...! my husband passed out, his asthma has been worse lately, but he saw it as nothing... but this morning, i found him passed out on the floor...!" you manage to sob out, you were so scared of what was gonna happen to him.

"calm down, where's the address? we'll send an ambulance right away!" the officer on the other side said, getting ready to dispatch an ambulance.

"i-it's xxx, b-block b xx..!" you tried calling yourself down, but you just couldn't. you started crying, breaking down.

"okay, i have dispatched an ambulance. stay on the call with me." she says, telling you reassuring words how your husband will be fine.

when the ambulance came, they immediately brought luca into the ambulance and set off to the hospital asap, as the officer on the phone hung up.

you drove the the hospital, and searched for the room luca was in.

you waited and waited outside, waiting for the news about him. your heart was racing, you were nervous.

a doctor went out of luca's room, and you hoped that he went to bring out good news. but, he seemed really sad.

"𝙬𝙚'𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮. 𝙬𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜." the doctor said, "please be patient. really, we tried everything. but... 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵."

just those four words were enough to make you burst into tears. you were in denial, there's no way he's gone, right...? you two were being all lovey-dovey the other day... how...?

⇚ ↺ ⇛

ever since that day, you were in a deep depression.

you couldn't do anything, you couldn't even get out of bed.

you couldn't bear it. you couldn't bear the fact that your dear husband for five years, has passed on.

you didn't want to believe it. you tried convincing yourself that it was just a dream.

but, you have to face reality.

he's gone. and there's nothing you can do about it.

you sobbed day and night, you were so guilty. why didn't you bring him to the hospital, when you knew it was the right choice?

you felt like a horrible person.

⇚ ↺ ⇛

eventually, you got up. not positively, though.

you started hurting yourself, whether it be cutting yourself or not eating at all.

you felt horrible. you had no appetite, you didn't feel like you could ever be happy ever again.

one day, you chose a choice that will never be able to be reversed.

you chose to 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭. hoping that, maybe you'll get to see luca in heaven, and you two could meet up happily again.

you went to the beach, and made sure to go to an area where there was nobody guarding it.

you slowly walked into the water, without stopping.

you went deeper and deeper into the water, you didn't care if your clothes were soaked by now.

slowly but surely, your lungs started getting filled up with water.

you couldn't breathe, though you were holding in your coughs to make sure there wasn't any unwanted attention.

eventually, you 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. everything was dark, and you hoped no one would find you. you were nowhere near the shore, after all.

maybe luca wanted you to live a long life, but you couldn't bear to live like that when your dear husband has passed on.

[legendslugia]

What Ingo’s not expecting, is for Emmets glare to soften and for him to sit next to him on the bench.

“I am Emmet… and I have been unreasonable towards you.” Emmet isn’t looking at him, instead staring down at the floor, studying the cracks in the tile. With the way he trails off, Ingo knows he won't elaborate unless prompted, but a stranger wouldn’t, so he waits. Emmets eyes flick briefly in his direction before meeting the floor again. With a deep sigh that shakes his frame, he starts again.

“You must have noticed by now. I have treated you with suspicion for quite some time. Not for any fault of your own. With… everything that was happening, your arrival was, in a way, perfect timing. I was in need of a scape-gogoat, or else I’d be overwhelmed.” As he spoke, Emmet has slowly slumped forward, burying his face in his hands. “For that, I must apologize. It was never fair of me to pin all my problems on you.”

He lets out a sound that Ingo can’t differentiate from a choked sob or laugh. “Ingo would be furious with me if he knew what I was doing…”

Ingo can’t help but ponder how fast the living bastardize the dead.

“The accidents have been happening for some time now, correct?” Ingo finally speaks up. “There have been a number of deaths, I can see how that would take quite a toll on you.”

He can see Emmet grimace. “Still, that is all they were, accidents. No one's fault. Especially not the blame of just one person. If anything, it is my own fault for neglecting the safety of my passengers.” Ingo feels a twinge of guilt in his heart. Technically, Emmet had been on the mark with his accusations. Ingo’s been told otherwise time and time again, but every death he causes still feels like his fault. Once again, the note with little more on it than an address and time feels like it's burning a hole through his pocket.

“Well then, please do not concern yourself with me. I have not been bothered by any of the ways you have treated me. I hadn’t even noticed if I had been singled out.” Ingo lied.

Emmet finally looks at him, sizing him up. He probably doesn’t believe him. “You are a strange man.” he says bluntly.

Ingo chuckles, he wonders what his new face must look like. “I’ve been told as such before.”

“Sorry. I am sorry. I do not even know your name, and I am being rude. I… Ingo would have been better at this.” Emmet took off his hat, rubbing at his temples. “I just… I have been missing him. A lot. It has been such a long time now. I wish he would come home.” With so few words, Emmet has effectively taken Ingo’s heart and crushed it. He wanted to come home, he wanted so much to tell Emmet everything and apologize for taking so long. More than anything, he wanted to take that little paper in his pocket and tear it to shreds.

But that’s not what he’s here for.

“The passing of a loved one is a hard thing to-”

Emmet cuts him off suddenly, “He’s not dead! Do not say things like that. When Ingo is found, things will be better. I won’t give up on him. He will come home and things will get better.” His volume dropped off after the first exclamation, and it seems that he is looking to reassure himself more than convince a stranger.

Ingo tries to keep the grimace off his own face. “I see, of course… My apologies.” It's quiet between them for a bit, Emmet having gone back to staring at the floor, tapping his foot anxiously. The ticking of the clock above them felt deafening to Ingos ears, so little time left to dawdle.

“Thank you.” His voice is soft, softer than it has been. Emmets shoulders are shaking slightly, and he sniffles before wiping under his eyes. “For listening. It has been hard, without my brother. But the best thing for me to do is have hope. He would want that for me...”

“Of course he would. I’m glad I was able to help you, even minimally.” Emmet hates the touch of strangers, Ingo knows that, but a reassuring pat would be the best way to lay a hand on him at this point. Despite not wishing to bring any more distress to his brother, he gives Emmet's shoulder a small squeeze. A light unseen shimmer trails from his fingers as he removes his hand.

Emmet groans, “I appreciate the attempt to comfort, but I ask you refrain from further touching, please.” Ingo nods, not like there will be much of a chance for that in the future.

Finally, Emmet stands, taking a deep breath. He looks in better spirits, better than he’s been for the months Ingo has lingered around the station. “It is time I take my leave. The trains must be on time and mine surely cannot leave without me. I wish you a good day, sir.”

“Thank you. I wish you the best, truly…”

With a familiar point and call, Emmet takes his leave. Once he's out of sight, Ingo breaks. He cries as the time ticks away, making no effort to hide his tears or quiet his sobs in the empty halls.

Why should he hide his grief when his brother is about to die?

There’s a loud crash that echos out from the direction Emmet left. It’s shortly followed by someone screaming. Not screams of pain, just shock. Only one person was dying here today after all, and that’s not his voice.

Ingo wipes his eyes and stands. He needs to be there to help his brother cross. The work of a reaper like him can be painful, but it must be done.

[86stagram]

🧀🐹💨brb 🙋‍♀️(Kunsei-ham's servant) Fresh fruits hamster (?)

My Pretty series life started with PriPara! I started watching anime first, and later started playing that game. subtitle from that time is '2014-2015 3rd live February' ; I remember getting the 'Valentine Zukyun skirt' 💖

I was familiar with PriPara than with Pretty Rhythm, but when there run I frequently used the QR codes from 'Fashionable items for use in PriPara : 1450'! I still keep both that & 2DS at home🏯 (2DS? You wanna know why? It's just little easier to scan QR codes on the 2DS than on the 3DS... and inexpensive)

The charm of clothing is what got me interested in Pretty Rhythm✨ But I didn't have much opportunity, I was very busy at the time...😢

I finished watching 'Rainbow Live' & began watch 'Dear My Future' in April! that's feel me so real & authentic anime...😭🙏(Tears of emotion and gratitude) ... some Japanese otaku use like 'real' or 'authentic' as a compliment, haha

Finally got around to watching DMF 11! There’s still a lot haha Sho... Someone Japanese said... 'ショウさん器が小(ショウ)さん' hahaha, yabai...🤣 He is small-minded. that's his one of charm. maybe🙄

and... I need to watch 'KinPri' because come the new movie in summer! I'm interested in that but I don't know past story yet. But I heard it's interesting! I haven't even finished watching all episode of the Pretty series yet, but I'm looking forward!

↓🎀Roni-ish coord (What do you think?)

Awww...

Bankrupt RONI... It's been 4 years and more since, but I still find painful emotions💔 Oh, RONI, with the brand's sleep, my PriPara dreams go to far way😭 I really hope they bring back the collaboration items from that time in adpara... no, no matter how much I wish, there are things which won't come true!

RONI's spirit lives in my heart, and I find joy in seeing Prizmmy☆'s members adorned in that designs at bonus footage👚👗🧥 kawaii✨

I'm planning to watch the DMF extras later because they're only on Blu-ray BOX. (Luckily, my family has that! Usually, I watch on streaming service. It's convenient, isn't it? Umm... That's it🐌😉)

🧡🐹🧡🐹🧡🐹🧡🐹🧡🐹🧡

( í Y ì )Gah! there are almost no SS of me wearing RONI at that time

I'm jealous!( í Y ì ) You guys have so many pic left

In case you were wondering, they are my friends(´Y｀) 🖤Xey 💜Suu 💚Refrain 🤎Netero!!! -with 3 exclamation marks

Netero!!!, her name means that 'go to sleep'💤 Her performance is incredible enough to knock out💤 : That's a setup for her character. and other name is meaningless. Umm... maybe

btw, the person who wrote this has many OCs. I've never seen anyone with more OCs than her. How many does she have❔❔❔🐹Let me see, maybe 60 over

~🎉~🎀~🔑~🐹~✨~🩰~💭

I will try challenge day by day!(日々精進) See you later!

[erose-this-name]

Primer On Stylistic Elements Of Internet Speak (Zoomerese) (from what I've learned by being terminally online)

This is just text, like, normal fucking text. nothing special about this.

Because base English 🥱 only has support for shouting :O (!) questions🤨(?) and statements ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) (.), and we wanted to add new registers of voice :P, (and keyboards limit the ability to add new symbols) :-( a lot of new features to the language have to be made out of other symbols or be made of stylistic elements instead of a dedicated symbol. And since there's no dedicated authority to teach people new abstract symbols, they had to be faces so they could be intuitive. ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ♡

This isn't sARcaSTIc at all, I mean come on, why would anyone EVER want to indicate SARCASM by OVEREXAGGERATING to compensate for """"English not having a sarcasm punctuation mark""""? Like, c'mon, it's not like "/s" or ".~" can also be used AS a sarcmark.~

Oh, yeah? "RanDOM CaPS mAKeS IT sOunD LIkE mOCkiNG" that's what you sound like.

This is TOTALLY post-irony OR meta-irony, where you just, like, SAY what you actually mean but IN A SARCASTIC WAY??? Uh, what is this, some kinda "gen z exclusive" comedy/slang feature?? Like, wow, I guess you would need to do that to "create some distance" between you and your beliefs by giving you the ability to say you were "JuST KiDDinG", or as a "joke" because ""zoomers"" are so oversaturated with content that normal single level sarcasm doesn't work anymore and they need to layer that shit up two or three times, or some bullshit like that.

I'm finna splain txt messg shorthand, aka sms language. its like faster 2 type & kinda gives u a valley grl vibe. itz actually a bit harder 2 learn than the rest of these and I'm not gud at it. kthnx

This. Is. Putting. A. Period. On. Every. Fucking. Word. This. Shit. Makes. It. Sound. Like. You. Motherfucker. Are. Very. FUCKING. Angry. And. Authoritative. (this prosody is also a new [and relatively rare] feature in spoken English as well.)

UwU, what's this? Nya, thiws iws uwu/owo voice! (UwU)! Iwt iws meant towo sowund wike a baby voice, vewy cute (hazawdouswy cute) (UwU!), awnd iws used excwusivewy by fuwwies awnd femboys awnd fuwwy femboys uwu awnd anyaone who uses iwt "iwonyacawwy" iws secwetewy owne nya of those pwobabwy uwu. use at youw own peril (you will wose bwaincewws awnd become gay) nya! RAWR XD

Dis ar teh LOLCAT, it be VRY OUTDATD MEME, but sum bits ov dis style ov brokd grammar an spellin' still appears on teh interwebs in TINY DOSES 2 mak it seem cutr an dumbr or leik a cat 4 ironic purposez, LIEK ONCE OR TWICE PER POST!!!1!1 DO NOT OVAR USE IT LIEK IM U WILL DYE!!!1!1!

uh all lowercase and without punctuation makes it seem childish/lazy which can be used for irony if what youre saying is actually very important or authoritative but you dont wanna sound that way because you are depressed or just wanna feel cute or maybe some other reason idk im just a boy

Exclamation marks (!) indicate excitement and energy! My Dad (ex-typographer) whose really really cool says that exclamation marks (!) mean you're SHOUTING and not to use them!!! And he's really cool, but that's not right anymore because SHOUTING IS INDICATED BY ALL UPPERCASE!!!!!

AAAA WHY ARE WE SHOUTING!?

fUCK CAPS LOCK IS ON THIS LOOKS LIKE AN OBVIOUS MISTAKE/UNINTENTIONAL SHOUTING FUNNY JOKE.

This is Capitalizing The First Letter In Every Word, which is done on Tumblr Dot Com but not much elsewhere. It brings to mind how Titles and Headlines also sometimes Capitalizing The First Letter In Every Word, and gives your post an aura of Authority and to Nounify Something.

Most other parts of the internet™®© do this where they spam copyright and trademark symbols®©™®©© to achieve the same effect as capitalizing the first letter in every word©©™.

>be me >go on 4Chan.org >dies immediately.exe >looks into posts >discovers entirely unique and interesting writing style called greentext >ask why its called that >Get called a "newf*g, desu" >it's mostly used by incels to gaslight fa/tg/uys and /b/***** (they wouldn't censor that) into reading stories they made up about themselves where they become a sex haver >literally no one believes that any greentext has ever actually happened >find incest greentext >ew.wav >read it anyways because ******** (utter self-loathing is important for authentic greentext) >it's just the plot of Star Wars: Empire Strikes Back >mfw

I learned 4Channerish so you don't have to. Seriously, don't.

(If I've missed anything please reblog to expand our VALUABLE COLLECTIVE EDUTRAINING ABILITIES)

[arcadekitten]

hi ak!!! considering its cms anniversary i just wanted to wholeheartedly thank you for making and publishing it!!! ive only been into your games for a few months now i think but they genuinely changed something in my brain chemistry (/hj) and now i think about it constantly bc it just makes me so so happy!!!

the way you present stories and characters is honestly so incredibly amazing!! no matter what a game is about it pulls me in entirely every single time, even if im replaying it for the fifth time! you genuinely have a wonderful talent!!! i dont have the words to describe just how intricate everything is, especially psychologically, but god!!!! its all so good!!!! (its honestly a whole other thing to get into, but the mareggie layers in particular are everything to me, along with twyla and novas dynamic.. aughhhhh)

i mean it when i say ive fallen head over heels for most of your characters!!! each and every one of them is so unique and all of their designs are so gorgeous!!! as an autist myself im especially happy to see characters like mary and capella given important roles in a story!!!!

im using a LOT of exclamation marks but i just cannot contain my excitement when im talking about noisrev!!! i love drawing your characters and theorizing and whatnot!!! this became a bit longer than i thought itd be so. yes! thank you! from the bottom of my heart!!! youre changing lives and bringing so much happiness to others!!! ❤️

Cool I'm gonna go cry about this now!! (positive!)

No but for real like, I can't just get a sweet message like this and return it with nothing! Reading stuff like this feels like you reached through the screen, through my chest, and hugged my heart directly and it just makes me really emotional and happy.

Putting your art into the world is always really scary. Any time I release any project, I've always got such a tightness in my chest! Even when I know I am happy with what I made, I still hope that the people who have come to know my work are not disappointed with what I'm putting out. It's hard not to be at least a little worried! But time and time again I am told that the art I made is loved, and that feeling is the whole world to me!

When I receive messages like this (and no, you don't have to feel pressured to send me anything like this!) it really warms my heart. When I think about the games I make being someone's favorite, the characters I make being someone's favorites, I mean hell even just having them like it a lot! it really brings a tear to my eye if I think about it for too long.

I think about all the ways my favorite media pulled me out of dark places when I was younger and still do now, and I'm happy if I can impart that feeling onto others.

Thank YOU all for playing the games, engaging in them, and just being generally interested! Thank you for making me feel like my art is worth something to people who aren't me, for granting me the opportunities to keep making art, and for allowing me to experience a human connection I haven't been able to replicate in any way other than from sharing my art. Thank you for making me feel as though I made a good decision in making games.

I hope I can always make art and games you'll enjoy, and I mean that more and more every time I say it! Thank you for sticking around to see them ♡

[blackjackkent]

OK, the game freaked me out real hard bc when we came back through the portal there were NO companions in camp other than the ones I had brought with me, and I thought we were about to be in a Mass Effect 2 situation where they all got kidnapped by the githyanki attackers and we'd have to go rescue them.

But they're back after a long rest! And, unsurprisingly, Lae'zel and Shadowheart both have exclamation marks on their head because holy shit y'all some shit just went down and everyone's freaking out.

I'm very scared to talk to Lae'zel cos I think she's gonna yell at me but I guess we might as well get it out of the way first.

"Your parasite communes with Lae'zel's. Her heart races as she learns of the events inside the Astral Prism."

Honestly, the tadpole and its implications are terrifying but its utility as an Exposition Expedient is unparalleled.

"Orpheus," she whispers, her voice somehow even more raspy than usual. "Gith's only son. He lives. It is not the ghaik visitor that Vlaakith would destroy and Voss would set free - it is Orpheus. The Blood of the Mother, the Prince of the Comet."

OK. No yelling yet. This is good.

"A mighty powerful prince, if he can block out an illithid hivemind," Hector says cautiously.

(A/N: I just realized it threw me off a bit that they're having this conversation in daylight. XD I got very used to the eternal night of the shadow-cursed lands I guess.)

"And even more powerful still," Lae'zel agrees. "It's said he could bring a thousand githyanki to their knees with one command. Listen close - the Emperor spoke only in half-truths. For you to know the tale of Orpheus, you must know the tale of Gith, and of Vlaakith."

OK not only is Lae'zel not yelling at him, but she's giving him a history lesson. This is going far better than I hoped. XD This is practically BFFs behavior given who we are talking about.

"Long ago," she goes on, "when we rose up against our ghaik slavers, Mother Gith made for the Hells to secure an alliance with the archdevil Tiamat. Tiamat gifted the githyanki our red dragons. Gith remained in the Hells and Tiamat's envoy proclaimed Vlaakith our ruler. The first Vlaakith of many. It is Vlaakith One-Five-Seven whom my people now call 'queen'."

Hector blinks, bemused. "One hundred fifty-seven? That's a lot of Vlaakiths."

If the humor registers with Lae'zel at all, she doesn't show it. "Yes. Our current queen has claimed undeath and reigned for a thousand years. But it was the first whom Orpheus tried to slay. Orpheus was - is - Gith's only son. He led his mother's own honor guard in a coup against Vlaakith One. It was Kith'rak Voss himself who slayed the prince in vicious battle. Or so the varshes teach us."

She hesitates, confusion flashing across her face. "Yet the Prince of the Comet's been with us, subdued by that repugnant illithid. Should Orpheus go free, he would tear Vlaakith's empire to pieces and build new glory from the scraps."

Hector frowns. "What happens now?" he asks carefully. He is certain Lae'zel has a strong opinion of the right course. At his moments of greatest confusion, she has always been a decisive voice to help him see a path, even if it was not the one he ended up choosing.

"We meet Voss in the city. And we obtain the key to freeing Orpheus from his prison," she says matter-of-factly, without hesitation. "Every word Voss spoke, he spoke true. Orpheus is the living proof of the queen's lies, and the living weapon that conquered our ghaik slavers. One word form his lips and the people would doubt. Two words, and they would rage. Three words, and they would bow to the True Heir."

She straightens, squaring her shoulders. "If the githyanki are to be free, the Prince of the Comet must lead the way."

It's a pretty big change from the dogmatic soldier she used to be. She has come a long way, he thinks with a flash of strange pride. As have we all.

That said, it's dangerous ground she proposes treading. Orpheus as he currently stands is the key to their survival - Hector isn't opposed to freeing him, necessarily, but they need some other way to protect themselves from the Absolute if it's going to go on the to-do list.

Unfortunately we don't get the chance to discuss that aspect with her right now.

[amazingmsme]

Making Briar’s playlist & of course it has me thinking about her. & it’s about time I give y’all the content you probably followed me for. This got away from me so putting it under a read more so I don’t clog your dash, thank me later

But yeah, Briar definitely has a tumblr account & she’s definitely a tk fic writer, but it is her most guarded secret. (Even more so than the fact she’s Spider-Goth)

The epitome of a bratty lee, while still being super shy about it. But she like never gets tickled sooo it’s not really something she like, has to worry about lol. But if she sees it happening to someone else around her she goes stiff as a board & looks away & tries to act like she’s paying attention to someone else. & if she hears The Word she perks up & you can practically see an exclamation mark pop up above her head lmao

Being the older sibling, she wasn’t on the receiving end very often & has a pretty mean ler streak. It comes with being the oldest. But she tries to act all bored & aloof if someone brings it up while she’s internally freaking out. If someone asks the dreaded question she just gives them a blank look & says something along the lines of “no” or “you’re kidding me, right?”

Her worst spots are her thighs, knees, underarms & tummy. Don’t ask me why, she just gives me those vibes, but she’s pretty sensitive everywhere

If you act like you’re gonna get her or even just threaten her with tickles she spits out the most violent sounding threats & insults, but she is all talk. Like once you get her she curls up & lets out the cutest giggles you ever did hear. No fight whatsoever. & if they point it out she insist it’s cause she doesn’t wanna hurt them. She tries to act all huffy & put out afterwards but she’s undeniably in a better mood

Her blog is p popular & she has a lot of fics on her blog, some flop but others do the fuckin’ numbers

1 time she was in the middle of a mission with Pavitr & Miguel & she was pulling a Miles typing on her phone while she was effortlessly beating up the bad guy. But of course that shit won’t fly with mr stick in his ass

He’s like “what’s so damn important that you’re not paying attention? Who are you texting?” & she just scoffs & is like “I’m not texting, I’m writing.”

“That’s even worse!” & Pavitr takes up for her like “well she’s still contributing so it’s fine. It’s nothing I haven’t done” & that makes Miguel chew both of them out while they’re rounding up the bad guys & Briar is ignoring everything he’s saying & just continues to type away at her phone

Miguel’s fed up & is all like “ok that’s it” & webs her phone out of her hand & is like “wtf is more important than a fight” but she fucking panics & makes a B-line straight for him & kicks him & snatches her phone ‘cause there’s no way in hell she’d EVER let him see what she writes

After the fight tho she gets an ear full ‘cause not only was she “not engaged in the fight” (she was, it was a super easy & lame fight) & how she “turned on her fellow team” (you fucking stole my phone, what do you expect?) & just making her feel bad & guilty

After they get back to HQ & they had some time to cool off Miguel tries to interrogate her like “for real, what the hell were you writing that you’d kick me square in the chest to prevent me from seeing? Was it porn?” She blushes sooo much ‘cause that came way outta left field & she’s like “NO?!?!”

“Come on, I won’t judge, it was porn, wasn’t it? Isn’t that all fanfiction is anyways?”

“Of course that’s what you’d think. & that’s exactly why I’d never let you see anything I write.” & Pavitr pipes up like “Could I read it?” all bright eyed & excited & she’s real hesitant like “mmmm idk if you’d like it” just cause she knows Pav has a blabbermouth & a half & she doesn’t want any of these cool superheroes knowing what kinda fics she writes lol

But Pav begs nonstop & she finally caves & swears him to secrecy. She lets him read what she was writing during the fight & he’s like “oh my gosh that was the cutest thing I’ve ever read! Why not just tell him?” & she’s like “are you fucking kidding me? He can never find out. & if you tell him I’ll kill you, got it?” & he agrees but he’s just like that smug cat meme. She should’ve never told him tho ‘cause now he nags her about when she’s gonna update an ongoing fic or post one she’s been talking about

But she was probably writing for something kinda niche & Pav is just like “I don’t know who these people are but I love it!” I just feel like he’d be the type to read fics for stuff he doesn’t even know to support his friends. Or I can say fuck that & say she was writing a supernatural fic since she’s a lil basic (in the best way) idk you decide: was she writing for supernatural, or something like ace attorney?

It still lowkey drives Miguel crazy if he lets himself dwell on it for too long. Curiosity killed the cat & at this point he doesn’t even care about what she was writing, he just wants to find out to spite her for being such a lil bitch. (She literally told him to his face that she’d sooner die than show him anything she posts)

[no1frogfan]

Sweeter than, part 1

Atsumu x gn reader x Kita

Series synopsis: “Welcome to the team!” Osamu smiles as you pin a metal name badge onto your chef coat. Beside the logo for Onigiri Miya, your name is etched in large font, and underneath, the title Head Pastry Chef. Leaving your stable job at the patisserie is scary, but you’re taking this leap of faith for the freedom to experiment with flavors and create your own desserts. Plus, Osamu seems like a great boss and he certainly knows a lot of interesting people…

Chapter word count: ~1.6k

Chapter tags & warnings: none afaik

Note: Look, this series has been tumbling around in my brain and parts 1 and 2 have been sitting in my drafts for forever, so here I am releasing the series into the wild like a beautiful spirited mare. Maybe this will motivate me to continue

Series masterlist part 2 (wip) >

1. Sesame white chocolate cream puffs

more sesame — + 2 tbs? you scribble into the notebook after tasting the pastry cream you’ve been experimenting with. It’s going to be the first dessert you debut at Onigiri Miya and you want everything to be absolutely perfect.

You dollop a spoonful onto some cooled choux pastry and carry it to the office. The door is open but you knock anyways to announce your presence. “Miya-san?”

Osamu looks up from his desk with a smile that’s tired but warm. “How many times have I told you to just call me ‘Samu?”

“Sorry, Osamu-san.”

“Not quite what I meant.” His eyes land on the pastry in your hand. “A new batch?”

You’re careful not to spill any cream on the mess of papers scattered across his desk as you hold it out with a nod.

You watch with bated breath as he takes a bite. “This is amazing!”

“Really?” You beam, pen poised in your hand, “Any changes?”

He chews thoughtfully. “Choux is crisp and airy. Maybe make the filling a little lighter?”

Lighten filling, you note, adding an exclamation mark. “I was also thinking of adding more sesame too. I really want the flavor to pack a punch. You can taste the white chocolate though, right?”

Osamu hums affirmatively as he stuffs the last bite into his mouth. Behind you, a door squeaks open and closed. He stands up, walking past you to the hallway with a wave and a smile. Turning, you see a man with silver and black hair effortlessly carrying a huge sack of rice on one shoulder.

Osamu beckons you over. “Let me introduce you two! This is Kita-san, he grows all the rice we use here at the shop. And he used to be our team captain!” You recall Osamu showing you with pride the photos of his high school volleyball team. All the members were surely excellent players — Osamu said they went to nationals multiple times — but if this was the team captain…well, he must have been exceptional.

“Pleased to meet you, Kita-san.” You greet him with a polite bow.

Osamu gestures toward you. “And this is the new pastry chef Yuriko and I’ve been going on about!”

Kita shifts the weight of the rice gracefully as he bows back. “Pleasure’s mine.” You take in his kind brown eyes, his corded arms, and his broad chest hidden beneath a loose black t-shirt.

“Why don’t you grab a cream puff for Kita-san to try?” Osamu suggests.

You nod and scurry off to the kitchen while they finish unloading the rice. Cutting open another choux bun, you spoon some pastry cream into the bottom (more neatly this time) before putting the top half on. You’re about to plate the finished cream puff when someone clears their throat behind you, making you jump.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.” Kita murmurs.

“Oh, that’s ok. Here!” You pass him the plate. “This will be Onigiri Miya’s first ever dessert offering… After a few more tweaks, that is.”

Kita brings the cream puff up to his nose, relishing the sweet, nutty scent before gingerly taking a bite, tongue poking out to lick the cream left on his lips. “The sesame is delicious, there’s a lot of depth, and—” he takes another pensive bite, “what’s the other flavor I’m tasting?”

You blush, eyes lighting up excitedly. “White chocolate! Since it’s not quite fall, I thought it’d be fun to do a flavor that’s autumnal but not too heavy. I’m glad you like it! I think I’ll add more sesame for the next batch. Miya-san thinks the filling is a little too heavy, and I agree, so I’m also going to lighten it with some whipped cream too. And maybe a bit more salt to balance out the sweetness, and—” your eyes grow wide when you suddenly realize, “Oh…sorry, I’m rambling!”

“Don’t worry, you’re not," he assures you.

You duck your head in embarrassment. “No no, I shouldn’t keep you, I’m sure you’re very busy.”

“Never too busy for taste testing." He gives you a small wave as the heat creeps across his cheeks. “Hope to see you again next week.”

You watch him leave the kitchen, the thin sheen of sweat on his neck and triceps catching the light as he moves. You hear footsteps padding down the hall, hushed voices as he exchanges some parting words with Osamu, and the squeak of the door as he exits again out of the back of the shop.

“You have desserts now?!” A familiar voice screams out from the dining room, albeit pitchier than you remember.

“I’ve been telling you this for weeks!” The same voice yells back, lower this time.

“No way, I’d definitely remember if you said you had dessert.” Now it’s whinier again.

“I’ve told you at least ten times, dumbass.” Now it’s growling.

The bickering grows louder and more chaotic as you hurry through the curtains separating the dining room from the office and kitchens in the back. Your eyes dart from one struggling form to the other. Osamu is the first to see you, probably because he’s being dragged across the counter by…Osamu. Wait. The blond Osamu’s eyes widen as he catches sight of you, gesturing to the gray-haired Osamu to turn around. The gray-haired Osamu — the real Osamu — turns around. His scowl yields to a sheepish grimace.

He clears his throat, grip loosening from the other’s shirt collar, though he doesn’t let go completely. “Ah…this is my brother Atsumu.”

Atsumu smiles broadly, completely unfazed by the fact that he’s still halfway on and halfway off the counter. “Hi there,” he waves.

Osamu mentioned a twin, but your first time seeing them together is still a shock. “Nice to meet you Miya— uh…”

“You’re really going to have to get used to calling us by our first names.” Osamu chides. Turning back to Atsumu, he explains gruffly, “This is the new pastry chef I’ve told you about. Many times.”

Atsumu gives you an exaggerated wink. “You didn’t tell me they were so cute.”

“Hey, show some respect!” Osamu barks as he shakes his twin in warning.

Atsumu holds his hands up in surrender. “It’s just a respectful observation,” he smirks. Before Osamu can retort, Atsumu turns to you. “So I’ve got you to thank for ‘Samu finally adding sweets, huh? I’ve been telling him for ages that he should put a dessert on the menu.”

“Cooking and baking are completely different!” Osamu hollers defensively. “But luckily, Yuri-chan and I finally managed to find a great pastry chef!”

“In that case, what’s a famous athlete gotta do around here to try one of the great pastry chef’s uh” — Atsumu’s eyes dart down to the menu — “cream puffs?”

You glance at Osamu who nods. “I’ll go make one for you,” you reply, ducking back into the kitchen. You pipe the new-and-improved pastry cream into the bottom half of the choux bun before gently nestling the top bun on and lightly dusting the whole thing in a mixture of ground sesame and powdered sugar. When you return to the dining room, you notice that Osamu has finally let go of Atsumu’s collar, although their bickering hasn’t stopped.

The twins quiet down as soon as you set the plate on the counter. “Here you go, Atsumu-san.”

His eyes light up as he snatches up the cream puff and stuffs half of it in his gob. Cream filling squishes out from the corners of his mouth and out of the back of the pastry, landing with a plop back onto the plate. You watch with a mixture of astonishment, pride, and revulsion as Atsumu gleefully chews a few times before shoving the rest into his still mostly-full mouth, then swiping a finger across the plate to pick up the dropped filling and shoving that in too. He keeps his eyes closed, savoring the taste as his overstuffed cheeks gradually deflate.

“Clean up your face, you pig,” Osamu wads up a napkin and throws it at his twin in disgust.

Atsumu dodges it and yells, “That was amazing! I want another!”

Osamu cuts in before you can respond. “NO. You already got one. The rest are for paying customers.”

“Is that how you treat your own brother?” The shouting starts up again, though it’s thankfully halted by the jingling of the door announcing the arrival of a customer. Osamu immediately straightens up and heads over to take their order.

Atsumu finally wipes the cream and crumbs off his mouth. “Well, tell stupid ‘Samu I’ve gotta go! And by the way,” he winks again, “you can call me ‘Tsumu.”

You snort, not bothering to dignify that with a response. They may look the same but they certainly don’t act the same.

Or, actually… As you watch Atsumu walk past his twin, you’re struck by the differences between them. Even without the hair dye, Osamu is visibly marked by almost a decade of restaurant work and family life. His arms and shoulders are fantastically muscular and his stomach is more cushioned, lending him a handsome softness that matches the kind sparkle in his eyes. Atsumu, on the other hand, is as brassy as his hair. His cocky attitude is magnified by clothes that fit almost too tightly (almost) across his body, accentuating the wide shoulders and slim waist of his athlete’s physique.

Then again, seeing them fighting today…Osamu might well be just as hotheaded as his brother. You wonder if that means Atsumu could also be as gentle as your boss.

[wolfprincesszola]

The Fate of the Marked Six Chapter 1

I'm very excited for this project. I have a lot of old stories that I never published of just random things. This one is one of the books I'm actually really proud of, so I decided to revamp it and have some fun with it. I'll try to update it often. Every chapter will always have a trigger and content warning. Please look to it before reading the chapter because I'd rather your mental health be prioritized over a number on a fic. This story comes from the basis that all six sides have their own powers. Every chapter will be the perspective of one of the sides, but there is a pattern to the chapters. I hope you guys enjoy! ——————– Summary: Virgil moves into a new town and meets Roman, a ghost that he promises to help in finding the unfinished business needed to pass over. However, Roman's past seemed to be deeply muddled with trouble, an uncurable disease that has started to affect a classmate, and a certain tight-lipped valedictorian. Friendships are made and Virgil finds himself thrown into a situation far more complicated and twisted than he signed up. Hopefully, with the help of his new five friends, he can find a way to bring peace to the town once and for all.

Trigger Warnings: None

Content Warnings: Swearing, Religious Exclamations, Mild Mentions of Death

<Masterlist>

<Next> ——————–

Chapter 01

Virgil Gray wished he could say he didn’t believe in ghosts, but he was a realist. He believed the things he could only see, and for as long as he could remember, he had been able to see them.

The world was full of natural magic, everyone instilled it with it. Sometimes, the magic took form as a power, and sometimes it stayed as magic in the body. For Virgil, it became a power to see ghosts. Mediums were only about 10% of the population, and so most ghosts tried as hard as they could to find the mediums and annoy the hell out of them.

Ghosts, upon meeting Virgil, were different. Some were nice, and some were horribly mean. Either way, Virgil found ghosts annoying, especially since he wasn't one for social interactions. However, they became his only sense of company as he found the living more annoying than ghosts.

Being able to see ghosts ran in his family, and so he was taught when he was younger why ghosts existed. They were people who died, who couldn’t move onto the afterlife until they had completed their unfinished business. That business could range from making up relationships with their family to even becoming famous.

Virgil, annoyed by how many ghosts resided in the living world, swore that he would help every ghost he became friends with move onto the afterlife, because he knew that everyone deserved closure.

-+=~=+-

“Heads up!”

Virgil looked up from grabbing a box from the UHaul, only to duck again once seeing a ball fly over his head.

Standing back up, he shifted the box to become more comfortable as he put it into the house. When he got back outside, he found a group of tweenage boys glancing at the football that had just skimmed by him. They were currently being scolded by Virgil's mother, their heads down as they apologized for almost decapitating Virgil's head.

Turning towards the UHaul again, he went to grab another box only to find a teenage boy about his age sitting on the truck, smirking. Jumping, he blinked, staring at him. “What? Why are you smirking like that with me?”

“You’re new here, aren’t you, sunshine?”

Virgil rolled his eyes, “And who might you be, pretentious asshole? Get off the truck. I don’t want you dirtying the UHaul that we rented.”

“The name’s Roman. Roman Sanders.” The boy bowed.

Virgil took a good look at Roman. He was wearing a white shirt with a red and gold jacket and some brown jeans. On his head was a paper crown, nicely pinned to his head with his hair nicely groomed. Virgil practically contrasted the boy with black jeans, a black t-shirt, and the purple jacket he wore everywhere. He could practically see the number of insults running through Roman's head about how he was dressed. Virgil would be lying if he said that the same was going through his head.

Jeez, Roman was going to be an annoying little prick, wasn't he?

“Uh huh…” Virgil drawled, grabbing a box, “Still haven’t answered my question.”

“Looks to me like you’re a medium.” Roman hummed as he jumped onto the UHaul with Virgil, going to face him.

Virgil rolled his eyes, “Hey, if you’re going to annoy me, can you at least help me move in?”

“Sorry, no can do, emo nightmare.” Roman snickered.

Virgil sighed, placing the box to his side, “And why is that?”

“I think you forgot to ask one little thing about me.”

Virgil raised an eyebrow before he heard his father.

“Who are you talking to, Virge?”

Virgil turned towards his father, who he knew was the only one in his family to not have the medium powers and blinked before turning back to Roman.

“You’re a ghost.” Virgil groaned as he stared at Roman.

“Right you are.” Roman clicked his tongue, winking at him, “Virgil's a pretty name. Just like you.”

“No chance.” Virgil glared at Roman before he handed his father the last box on the truck and answered his father's question, “Just a really annoying ghost.”

“Ah, you always say that.” His father snorted, “Maybe he’ll be your new friend. You had a lot of those in Costas.”

“Yeah well, I’m trying to turn a new leaf and not look like I’m insane, Dad.” Virgil snorted as he jumped down the truck to bring the last few boxes in with his family.

“Oh come on! You’re handsome, I’m handsome, we’d make a good pair!” Roman yelled.

Virgil ignored Roman as he walked into the house, not paying attention to what the ghost had to say.

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It was evening when Virgil had finally gotten his closet unpacked and put into the correct places. Granted, he didn't have many possessions, especially in terms of clothes, in the first place. Upon turning around, he sighed in content and accomplishment, taking out his headphones.

“Finally!”

He yelped at the voice, turning around to see Roman sitting on the chair lavishly. Of course.

“I thought you’d never take them off.” Roman gave Virgil a loopy grin.

“What are you doing here?” Virgil yelled, “How long were you watching me?”

“Only about half an hour.” Roman shrugged, “You’re the first medium that I’ve come across ever since I died. What’s your full name? How old are you? What’s your favorite color? Do you have any hobbies? What-“

“Jesus fucking Christ, shut up and slow down.” Virgil groaned, trying to calm his heart. Roman did just that, closing his mouth and looking at Virgil expectantly.

“My name is Virgil Gray, I am 17, my favorite color is purple, and I like to draw. How old were you when you died?” Virgil answered all his questions calmly, knowing that many new ghosts become a little excited upon seeing a medium.

“I’m 17 too, and I died almost 3 months ago.”

For a fairly new ghost, Roman seemed to be more knowledgeable than most. Most were unable to gauge time or even what happened until they came across a medium. It seemed that Roman knew enough that he wasn't completely clueless.

“Do you mind me asking what happened?”

“Ah, car accident. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and some drunk driver swerved and killed me.”

“Jeez, that’s brutal. Sorry you had to deal with that.”

“I’m glad it was a quick death, at least.” Roman shrugged before going back to his energetic and cheerful personality, “Well, no matter…how’s being a medium like?”

“Well…there’s this super annoying ghost that continues to bug me.” Virgil joked.

“Ha ha, very funny.” Roman stuck his tongue out.

“What power did you have?”

“Teleportation. It was really handy for school.”

“And yet you still died in a car accident.” Virgil remarked as he collapsed the empty boxes that used to hold his clothes.

“Ouch, too far.” Roman acted wounded, “I enjoyed the freedom of driving, even if I could teleport everywhere. You know…it still works in the afterlife. I tried it when I first died. I met a lot of ghosts, and they told me the same thing. I apparently can’t move on…”

“Yeah, until you find your unfinished business and complete it.” Virgil remarked. “Do you have any idea what it might be?”

Roman shrugged, “I keep thinking about it, and I really don’t know.”

Then, Virgil realized that even if he always pretended like ghosts were an annoyance to him, his heart would always be 10 times too big for him to keep in. He knew how it felt to not have anyone to depend on or to have anyone to help him. He never wanted anyone else to feel like that, not even a ghost, who always felt alone. So he said something that he knew he would regret later.

“I’ll help you.”

“Wh-what?”

“You heard me. I’ll help you find your unfinished business and then I’ll help you finish it.”

“Really?”

“You seem like a good person, and I know you’re probably not going to ever leave me alone, so I might as well help you to get you to not be so annoying all the time.”

Roman snorted, and Virgil watched as his eyes crinkled. Virgil knew that behind that cheerful demeanor, Roman hadn’t genuinely smiled in a long time. He was glad he could make the royally-dramatic boy genuinely smile, and then he knew he wanted to help Roman smile like that more. ——————– If you enjoyed this, please consider reblogging! Reblogging helps me a lot and it's just two clicks of a button (trust me, likes don't do anything to help me). Check out my masterlist for more, feel free to request any writings, and stick around if you want to see the rest of what I have in store for this! :)

[bye-bye-firefly]

Hi!!! I’ve thought of a question! What’re your thoughts on argument scenes?

Also, unrelated but I started reading House of Leaves and like the pages are so wide. I wasn’t expecting them to be that wide, I’m scared I may accidentally wack myself with their floppiness

oh trust me house of leaves needs to be that wide. you will find out.

ok braindump below I TALK A LOT.........

as for argument scenes...i like writing argument scenes i like writing fights and spats and such and the like its so nearly my favourite BUT. it needs to happen for a reason we cant just have an argument come out of nothing AND it needs to be punchy. not like throwing fists though it can go that way but like. there has to be a reason for it right. i see a lot of argument scenes that have no business being where they are or occurring at all. and then they happen and they dont even have THE PUNCH.

so like for example in chapter 9 of nameless we get that whole fight between kaito and shuichi. the whole point of an argument is that its physical but without physicality. you want to back your opponent into a corner and kaito very nearly gets there; he brings up all these things to argue his main point which is that kokichi is hurting him and eventually, hes going to hurt THEM. shuichi is putting up his defense with every point hes saying, being like kokichi cant do that, kokichi is only doing his best, i wont get hurt, you wont let us get hurt, blah blah blah and eventually, we reach a point where kaito has very nearly backed shuichi into the corner because shuichi is just throwing out insults and telling him to shut up by the end of it.

AND THEN he makes the FATAL MISTAKE of SIDE-STEPPING. in this example side-stepping would be making ANOTHER POINT and trying to ARGUE THAT ONE instead so you do a bit of a switch up. However. when you are trying to corner someone, you do not want to side-step UNLESS your opponent side-steps. is what i think. in my head. dont quote me on this dont use this in a fight the most ive done is like kickboxing. ANYWAY. kaito makes a separate point and tells shuichi that this is NOT the first time hes run off with a stranger. he completely ignores the other point he was arguing before shuichi or kokichi can break down and be like Okay I suppose youre right man ...Wow kokichi so evil NO he just starts arguing and jabbing at him with this and WHAT DOES SHUICHI DO? PUNCH HIM!!!!! and that is what ends the argument. and it would happen this way if he was physically being backed into the corner and his opponent made the same mistake. i think. dont quote me again

but arguments should always have that kind of structure. arguments are all about backing someone into a corner the only thing i can say for sure is that i need to like cut down on the exclamation marks in that section. its a little too dramatic for my tastes like looking back on it reading this section back like. they do not need exclamation points all the time i think

of course people will come out of the woodwork to say something like. well arguments in real life dont always have a purpose and yeah thats true sometimes arguments just happen and theyre stupid nothing arguments HOWEVER while writing should IMITATE life it should not BE a mirror of life. if i had to write a bunch of dumbass arguments about nothing in my work i would be like. so tired and done and braindead. like you dont have to write every single argument sometimes all you have to do is write the one stupid argument to demonstrate a point. that point might beeee. look at these guys! theyre so close theyre arguing like an old married couple! this is insane! it might be Wow these people need a fucking life or Wow they are running out of things to hate each other for or Wow. Get a room. but there should be a purpose for arguments