#lord help me i'm overthinking again

[harunayuuka2060]

MC: *observes everyone's excitement about the upcoming festivities with a blank expression*

MC: ...

MC: *checks their phone for any messages — None*

MC: ...

MC: So this is what it feels like... to no longer be the center of attention.

MC: *smiles to themselves*

MC: I guess I shouldn't linger now.

The brothers: ...

Mammon: Oi, is it just me or something feels missing?

Belphie: Maybe your credit card.

Mammon: Hey! Goldie's safe in my wallet!

Lucifer: ...

Levi: Let's see... Lord Diavolo, Barbatos, the people from Purgatory Hall... Yeah, I think we're good.

Asmo: Mammon~ You're causing unnecessary trouble again.

Beel: Still, I couldn't help but agree with Mammon.

Satan: You think so too, Lucifer?

Lucifer: ...

Belphie: Aren't we just overthinking?

Lucifer: ...

Lucifer: You're right. There's no use pondering about it.

Lucifer: *is making his rounds when he passes by MC's room; he immediately stops in his tracks and looks back, his eyes widening in realization*

Lucifer: When was the last time I saw MC?

Lucifer: ...

Lucifer: No. There is nothing to worry about.

Lucifer: *approaches the room and knocks on the door* MC? Are you in there? I'm coming in.

Lucifer: ...

Lucifer: What's this?

*All of MC's belongings in the Devildom are neatly packed and arranged—from accessories to clothes. Even their D.D.D. is carefully placed on the table.*

Lucifer: ...

Lucifer: *opens their D.D.D which is left unlocked and goes to the messages*

Lucifer: *his heart sinks as he notices the unsent message from them*

Lucifer, I want to express my gratitude to you and everyone for the years I've spent here in the Devildom. I wish I could thank each of you in person. I've chosen to leave after realizing I'm no longer part of the new chapters in your lives. It saddens me, but I believe it's for the best. I hope everyone enjoys the holidays and the future to come—

[starlight-45]

Trying to take care of drunk reader (Part 1)

Featuring: Yoichi Isagi, Meguru Bachira, Rin Itoshi and Michael Kaiser

Here's the masterlist!

A/n:- Don't know why I did this. thought it would be funny.

~ISAGI YOICHI~

• Poor guy was just concerned for your life when he saw you chugging that third glass of wine with flushed cheeks.

• Isagi dosen't say anything though and thinks to let you enjoy yourself for today, sipping up his non-alcoholic drinks calmly.

• However, he draws the line with it when he sees sees going you not being able to walk in a straight line.

• Regrets for not saying anything before. A lot. Like really.

• "HEYYY BRO, WHAT'S THE PLAN FOR TONIGHT BRO??"

"I'm your boyfriend y/n, please stop calling me your bro 😭"

• Never, ever again, he thinks. Yes, he always wanted a sister but you're his girlfriend! Stop calling him that!

• But we all know, this guy is the responsible one. Of course he'd take care of your drunken self well.

• A bit annoyed by the situation, yes but also intrigued if you happen to utter out stuff and secrets your sober self would never.

• Is literally goggling stuff like "Do's and don'ts with a drunk person" , "How to make somehow sober as soon as possible" while you're clinging on his back like a koala.

• Please don't laugh at him later for doing that, he is an athelete who never dealt with a drunk individual.

• Gently urges you to sleep, as soon as you guys get home, because lord knows he just wants you to get back to your usual self.

• Because Isagi doesn't think he can survive being called 'bro' again by you. :')

~Meguru Bachira~

• Bachira's definitely laughing at your funny, silly actions all the time. Not like in a "You're such an idiot" way, but in a "That's so cute!" type of way actually.

• Takes this as an opportunity to be the more responsible one in this relationship for once which obviously never happens.

• And by "responsible" I meant playfully scolding you, trying to imitate the way you scold him sometimes when he gets out of line sometimes.

• "Y/n, you can't take that money plant home~!"

"BUT IT'S MONEY PLANT! IT CAN GROW MONEY!"

"OMG LET'S TRY IT THEN!"

• ...Yeah. I guess you already knew he fails miserably at that.

• Very good at handling your mindless ramblings , like you could tell him every thought of yours which came from your overthinking process.

• And believe me sweetheart, he would have the perfect reply to match your vibe, somehow. Lord knows whow he does it every time because I don't.

• "Meguru...when you say forward and backward your lips moves in those directions."

"WAIT IT'S THE SAME WITH 'YOU' AND 'ME'!"

"OMG NEW DISCOVERY!"

• But jokes aside Bachira encourages you to drink a lots and lots of water to help you get better. :D

• Long story short, perfect companion to get crazy with!!

~Rin Itoshi~

• Was geuninely dreading the possibility of being the babysitter of your drunk self when he accidentally came late to your little 'outing' with your friends.

• still managed to look all cool and unbothered while coming. What in the actual hell is up with this guy?

• Needless to say, his fears came true. I mean this guy can't even handle having teenagers his age around sometimes.

• So how is he supposed to handle an individual who has lost their sense of coordination because of these shitty drinks?

• Anyway.

• Tries his best not to glare or be too harsh on you in this state, but y'know his nature. Definitely made you cry over the most stupid shit ever.

• "CAN WE TAKE THIS KITTY AT OUR HOME??? I'LL FEED IT- TAKE IT TO A WALK EVERY DAY-"

"No we can't. I have enough of taking care of your stupid ass already."

"YOU'RE SUCH A MEANIE!!!! 😭"

• ...and from that Rin already mentally decided to never EVER let you get this much drunk. Because let's be honest here, his way of communication is 90% of the times with insults.

• Despite his tough exterior, is worried as hell though, like what if you got alcohol poisoning? Please someone remind this guy that three glasses in years doesn't get you that.

• That's why, if you need to throw up or anything, he suprisingly doesn't give you any snarky remarks. Just calmly rubbing your back.

• Kinda knows that he is a screwup when it comes to words, so tries his best with his actions.

~MICHAEL KAISER~

• I'm sorry but Kaiser is another one who laughes at your drunk antics. And definitely in that "you're such an idiot" type of way 😭

• This bastard see what I did there haha I'm so funny, please don't block me🙏🏻 is certainly enjoying this way too much than he should.

• Messes around with you by saying the most random shit, for the sake of his own entertainment.

• Like. You accidentally hit a mail box and then you were apologising to that non-living thing y'know with the bowing all.

• And Michael was like, "Y/n you know this guy here has gotten very hurt because of your hitting?"

"I'M SO SORRY SIR IT WON'T HAPPEN AGAIN!!!

• When he does all this bullshit in front of Ness, and that guy suggests to just leave ya alone and they their way.

• Kaiser looked at him like he was speaking some kind of sin or something, and like. two hundred percent offended before shooing Ness away.

• Ex-fucking-cuse him, but does he look like the type to leave his girlfriend just like that? Sure he is an asshole, has many mental issues...but not that.

• In case you're wondering, those are the author's words, ya really think he would think all that of himself hm?

• Oh by the way, he read once about the intoxicated state of humans so he's not that hopeless about your situation then as he appears to be.

• Get lots of water, gentle with his movements with you, tries you to get to sleep....yeah. he's not that bad for you.

A/n: The author promises sincerely that she is not high on anything. What in the actual fuck I wrote even I don't know 😭

[meanbossart]

Ask compilation: DU drow, Orin, Astarion, lore things and little fun facts.

Trying to make a dent in this dang inbox. As always, thank you so much everyone for your patience and curiosity! Sorry that it is straight up no longer possible for me to reply to everyone, but I will keep doing my best within reason. Enjoy!

Absolutely! I had a lot of requests for bottom Astarion on my patreon which is why I was kind of on a roll there for a minute.

Though, for the record - I am really not very invested in strict bedroom roles at all. Or clear and distinct dominant/submissive dynamics. So please don't overthink it whenever there's a switch, no pun intended.

You wanna know how often they smash? Man, I don't know, I guess fairly often considering their lifestyle post-game (very active, often on the road).

Assuming that everyone agrees that sex doesn't have to involve penetration, I'd say once every other day or less, really depends on the circumstances though. DU drow's libido is much higher than Astarion's, but he's not an animal and can hold off fine. Astarion is likely to be pickier in regards to location and how-recently-have-we-bathed status as well.

I keep meaning to draw him, but I have like... A million things I want to do 😂 so its rough!

BUT you will at least continue to see him in ANE! And I'm sure i'm bound to draw him again in the future.

[MORE UNDER THE CUT]

If you mean in his bhaalist "AU", where he has the red robe and the extra scars, I imagine he would have gotten it through killing Isobel.

I think as a changeling she probably has the ability to just... Transform her hair however she likes at will, right? And based on her attitude plus some lines we get from Sceleritas about her own former-butler, it sounds like she would be really opposed to being serviced in that way, to me at least.

I see her as pretty aggressively independent with the way she operates, which is another factor that sets her apart from DU drow, who really enjoyed lording over the other Bhaalists and making an errand boy out of Sceleritas, to the point where he practically depended on their help to function.

Neither! I wasn't willing to let anyone take either of my eyes in my first playthrough, LOL.

I have since always given the Volo eye to SOMEONE, usually Gale, but I don't consider that canonical. I don't think anyone was desperate enough to let mister frumpy-hat over there ice-pick their eyes out.

He did do them himself. It was a profoundly stupid display he got caught up in because of Gortash. Also, de-handment is kind of a theme in his life, at least inside his head.

I have a comic about it planned for the future ;)

What do you mean, that's canonical to the game and everything! He loves the cuck chair!

He is an angsty 29-year old in denial. Your interpretation is still perfectly accurate.

Hates the guy. Hates when Shadowheart Astarion people joke about him being the Drizzt of his generation. Hates the guy like literally any countercultural weirdo hates Taylor Swift or the Weeknd. If he saw him at the line in the grocery store DU drow would find a way to roll his eyes loudly just so he could notice being an asshole.

Stay tuned, I'm cooking 🧑‍🍳

If you're asking about game strats, badly, LOL. Pretty sure I died twice to her in my first run and it was a rough way of being thrown into "serious" DnD combat.

With the exception of a couple of encounters that just so happened to turn out SURPRISINGLY cinematic, I'm just realizing that I actually don't think too often about how most of the fights went in real-time! I imagine Autie Ethel's in particular wasn't one that DU drow went into of his own accord, probably rather at a companion's insistence. That's as deep as I've thought about that personally.

Now... Back to game strats. I personally try to get a surprise round on her however I can by sneaking and shooting an arrow or AOE in her general location, since she always stands on roughly the same spot while invisible. I have my companions spread about the arena so we can take her clones down as fast as possible, and as soon as I identify who the real Ethel is I just have the strongest martial characters wail on her until she begs to be let go. Hers is one of the few fights that is actually pretty dang easy at this point for me - and I SUCK at this game.

That would certainly take a while! But, Bhaalist DU drow does kind of have an end goal, actually.

That might also turn into a comic eventually, but it would a rough one.

He pretty swiftly disposed of her, DU drow doesn't like being talked down to, which Minthara very promptly does. Him (and I, by extension) had very limited exposure to her and she was just kind of a speck of dust in his story in particular. Though I have since grown to adore her character in my proceeding runs where I do recruit her!

I guess if he got an invitation and it wasn't particularly painful to arrive at the venue, sure! He would specially love to take Astarion to Gale's wedding ceremony and purposely upstage him at every at every opportunity, LOL.

Yes. He got pretty freaky with the pain-priest. This is gonna sound like a lie but I made him get naked for it without even knowing there was a buff to be gained (I didn't get it, unfortunately, I don't remember whether I failed a check or if I had camp clothes toggled on, so it didn't count as being truly nude). I wasn't taking the game very seriously and just doing dumb roleplay things to see what would happen, LOL.

And I consider that canonical. I think DU drow saw the opportunity to show off his physique And had a strange inkling that this was a practice he was... Somehow familiar with.

Imagine my joy when Astarion and Shadowheart start having a back-and-forth about my absurd display. That's when i knew those were my people, to be honest.

[meelusinee]

SAILOR SONG | R.B X READER

word count \ 1.3k | warning below | slash / regulus black x reader

two times regulus his love for you change him. one fluffy, one dangerous (tw: regulus cuts off the dark mark in section two) author's note at the end

A LITTLE LOAF SERIES MASTERLIST

SAILOR SONG | REGULUS BLACK X READER

Regulus had an affinity for the pen and paper.

It was a way to express himself without talking, though still talking in a sense. He could use as many metaphors as he wanted without being called pretentious. Or he could reveal as little as he wanted without being forced to say more.

Usually, everything would be about Death Eater duties. How much he grew to hate the Dark Lord. How crazy his cousin was, and how stupid her husband was to not notice her obvious affair with the Dark Lord.

But recently, it had become more about you.

You seemed to be slowly healing the things in him that he never even realized were broken. For example, you helped him realize just how bad his parents were, even if you didn’t have the full picture. You helped him deal with his ‘evil boss man’, or the fact he had nobody else to rely on other than Kreacher.

When he was younger, he would miss his brother. A bit older, and it would be his friends. He wasn’t sure if either group even cared for him that much.

Now anytime he missed anything, it was you. And this time, he knew you cared.

It radiated off you so easily, it wasn’t something he could ignore. No amount of overthinking or doubting things could ever lead him to that conclusion. It almost made him want to self-sabotage sometimes, feelings of unworthiness mixing with the warmth running through his veins whenever he hung out with you. He figured you were better without him anyways.

Kreacher had hit him for five minutes straight the last time he suggested that.

He sighed, palm rubbing his forehead as he mindlessly scratched it against the paper, words flowing out of him before he could even think of them himself. He’d grown to an automated system for himself, draining his thoughts before he

The sun had set by the time he looked up from the paper again, Kreacher’s voice ringing behind hi

Regulus turned around curiously, looking at Kreacher. “What’s up?”

Kreacher looked at Regulus before his eyebrows furrowed, his feet carrying him over to Regulus’ desk. “May Kreacher ask what Master Regulus is writing?”

Regulus smiled softly. He didn’t trust people, but he trusted Kreacher. He’d already saved his life once, along with helping him take one step closer to taking down the Dark Lord. “Yeah, sure.”

Kreacher grabbed the paper as Regulus handed it to him, his eyes darting over it. “Miss Y/N?”

“You know that.” Regulus whispered quietly.

Kreacher smiled softly, pointing at a specific part of the paper. “I think she would like this.”

Regulus’ eyes darted to the part Kreacher had pointed to, the ink dripping making it a bit harder to read.

‘Won’t you kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor?

And when you get a taste, can you tell me what's my flavor?

I don't believe in God, but I believe that you're my savior.

My friend says that he’s worried, but I'm covered in this favor.’

His cheeks were a bit flushed by the time he finished, eyes darting over the words he had written.

It sounded so right.

“I believe you can use this, Master Regulus.” Kreacher said with a smile.

“Use it for what?” Regulus asked confusedly.

Kreacher looked at him with an expression that spoke the word ‘really?’ into the room, so much so he could sense the sarcasm radiating off Kreacher. “Kreacher knows more about romance than Master Regulus believes.”

“Oh really?” Regulus challenged him.

“Even if Kreacher did not know anything, Kreacher would still be able to sense how much Master Regulus loves Miss Y/N.” he said. “Perhaps Master Regulus should confess his feelings to Miss Y/N.”

“Would she even say yes?” Regulus asked confusedly. “I’ve only known her for, like, a week.”

Kreacher nodded at that, placing the paper down on the desk. “Kreacher believes writing about Miss Y/N until your hands grow tired will not help Master Regulus’ crush.”

“I know that.” Regulus groaned, banging his head against the table. “Kreacher, why is this so difficult?”

“Perhaps it is because Master Regulus has never felt loved before.” Kreacher said, looking down at him with an innocent expression.

Regulus sat up at that, his mouth dropped. “Kreacher!”

Kreacher only smiled, hopping off the desk. “Kreacher shall be in the kitchen, should Master Regulus need it.”

“You are so cruel.” Regulus groaned, looking down at the words he had written. How would he even confess with them in the first place? A letter in an envelope, maybe. With some flowers, he knew your favorite. But would you accept them?

Did you even like him back?

Regulus groaned again, putting his ink and quill back in their spots. He stood up abruptly, feet dragging him towards the bed he had been calling home recently.

Regulus realized that he was running out of time.

He stood in front of a mirror, shirtless with his arm on full display. The Dark Mark was still there, loud and proud as it burnt his arm. He refused to touch it, not wanting to give the Dark Lord any power or access to him. As far as the Dark Lord knew, he was dead.

He didn’t have much of a choice when it came to touching it anymore though.

“Kreacher!” he called.

Kreacher came as he called, looking at Regulus with a slightly bewildered expression. Regulus figured it was because of his voice, he had never called so demandingly before. He sounded like Sirius.

He hated sounding like Sirius.

“Is something wrong, Master Regulus?” he asked.

Regulus sighed, looking down at Kreacher. “I need you to help me with something.”

“Anything, Master Regulus!” he said hurriedly, noting the urgency in Regulus’ voice. “What is it?”

“I’m going to drag the magic from this to the center,” Regulus said as he pulled out a knife, unfolding it from its sheath and handing it to Kreacher. “I need you to cut the Dark Mark off.”

“Cut it off?” Kreacher asked incredulously.

Regulus nodded. “It’s the only way, I have bandaids somewhere here. I need your help, Kreacher. Please.”

Kreacher looked at him before sighing. “Knife.”

Regulus smiled faintly, handing Kreacher the knife and sitting down on a small cushion. He felt a small layer of sweat already building, though he wasn’t sure if it was from adrenaline, anxiety, or anticipation. Maybe it was all three, the three big A’s he needed to feel all at once in order to feel alive.

“Whenever you’re ready, Master Regulus.”

Regulus sighed softly, breathing in air before letting it out. He held the tip of his wand to the Dark Mark, a small white light appearing at the tip. His skin started burning like the night he got it, all of the magic coming front and center to his epidermis**.** Some of it floated up in the air around it, hovering like a beast waiting.

“Now,” he said.

Kreacher made quick work of the Dark Mark, quickly cutting into his flesh and filleting his arm like one would a fish. It was sharp and quick, the dark magic trapped inside of the cut off skin.

“Fuck,” Regulus gritted through his teeth. He grabbed a small trash bag he had enchanted to keep the magic trapped, placing the long strip of cut skin inside of it. That way, at the very least, it wouldn’t be able to escape.

Now all he had to worry about was the blood.

“Master Regulus is rather impulsive.” Kreacher stated, healing Regulus’ arm. He couldn’t do much, which meant that the wound was still bleeding. Even still, it was much better than what it was before. He grabbed the bandaids and wrapped them as tight as he could around Regulus’ wrist.

“Thank you, Kreacher.” Regulus whispered.

“You’re welcome.” Kreacher said, looking up at Regulus. “Would you like some tea?”

Regulus was still panting from the pain, nodding slowly. “Yeah. Please.”

AUTHOR'S NOTE

this part might not make the most sense in the entirety of the series, mainly because i wrote this before i wrote the other two parts that i posted today. i think it still matches overall though? so imma post it anyways bc i CAN

AS ALWAYS - please like, comment, and reblog!

[wafflesandd1ck]

Weird little thought I just had.

"You have to be a dominion, throne or above" Muriel when explaining to crowley why they can't access, Gabriel's file.

Crowley flips it open and says. "I wasn't always a demon, and they never change their passwords."

In the first scene, we get of the inside of crowleys flat, we see a giant throne and matching desk.

Here's a behind the scenes pic for a better view.

I don't think God/heaven only dropped crowley. I think they dropped his entire department into hell

I think aziraphale was right. "Rumor has it, in 6,000 years they will be shutting all of this down again"

Ok bare with me, this is gonna be such a sloppy tangle of thoughts.

I think God has no intention of trying to make humans and the Earth again.

Crowley, being the ever-present sass master, told God off and said something along the lines of "you need me to make galaxies. " try to twist God's arm.

God said "oh ok bro" and dropped all of it AND gave crowley snake eyes.

The idea of "you created the stars you are blind to, you can keep your thrown but you only have power because WE gave it to you" feels totally up heavens alley. Making crowley take the thrown he fought for and got cast down for would be such a stab.

He helped create billions of galaxies, and what does he have to show for it? A damn chair.

And not just any chair mind you.

Crowleys throne also has symbolism. Now, the prop itself is called a "king Solomon throne," and it sells for roughly 3 thousand dollars.

THATS CROWLEYS EXACT THRONE.

Here's the kicker, though. King Solomons throne is a real thing that's mentioned in the Hebrew bible.

"The throne was seen as belonging to David, or to God Himself. In 1 Chronicles 29:23, it says, "Solomon sat on the throne of the LORD as king"

HOWEVER!

The throne is described in 1 Kings 10:18 as being made of ivory overlaid with gold, with six steps, a round top, and two lions standing beside it. Meaning it looks like this:

This painting (not the official. Its digital rendition) is called 'the throne of solomon' by Raphael.

Remember how Crowley HATES the 14th century with a passion? Hated it so much that he tried to sleep through it? Ya wanna know what became insanely popular in the 14th century?

A "14th century throne of Solomon" refers to the concept of a royal throne heavily inspired by the biblical description of King Solomon's throne, which was often depicted in art and used as a symbol of power by monarchs in the 14th century, particularly in Europe, where the imagery of a richly decorated, elevated throne with a canopy became a common representation of royal authority; essentially, it was a symbolic representation of Solomon's throne rather than a literal artifact from that time period.

Crowleys. Throne. Was used by monarchs to stroke their own egos. Crowleys throne became so popular that the humans started using HIS throne as a symbol of unjust judgment and believing they deserve to judge others as they judge themselves. As crowley judged God for wanting to shut down the universe.

Idk. Maybe I'm overthinking it, but I think the symbolism here, intentional or not is really cool.

Crowley was stripped of every inch of his power and position and was hacked out of heaven like garbage. could you imagine your boss firing you and hating you so much, he threw out your desk and chair too?? That's next level, petty. Then your own boss, hundreds of years later. Dedicates an entire art and religious movement around rubbing your nose in your mistake?

Sorry, this is so wordy and scrambled. I just wanted to share it.

[satorubrain]

Hey there! Anon with the confusing request. Basically Gojo is very extroverted and loud, and I wanted reader to be more introverted. I wanted some sort of fluff scenario with him and reader. Maybe she’s insecure because she’s more reserved.

So basically just Gojo with a more introverted reader. Someone who’s not as loud/obnoxious as he is. Does that make sense? I’m sorry I’m bad with words.

"okokok" "lalala"

Pairings: Gojo Satoru x Reader.

Tags: Fluff!

Synopsis: Gojo with an introverted s/o.

A/N: OMGG NO WORRIES ANON!! I was just confused about it last time and lord you couldn't have worded this req any better so dw you make perfect sense :D. And i hope you enjoy this! <3

"NO WAY YOU BOTH ARE DATING??" Nobara shrieked in utter disbelief while looking at Gojo in disgust at the sight of Satoru squishing your cheeks, showering your face with kisses while crying out loud his "love yous" in between every peck. If you weren't smiling she would've thought Gojo was harassing you. Honestly, how could this not shock her? You were so different. You were calm and collected and him? He was loud and obnoxious.

"Yeah" you answer. "We have been dating for..." you pause knowing Satoru would want to answer this

"FIVE YEARS!!!" He responded excitedly with a grin adorning his face as raises his left hand stretching out his fingers.

"I'm sure you have many questions, my dear but somehow we get along really well" You quell her all unasked questions and it indeed is remarkably evident that you both do indeed flow together harmoniously despite your clashing personalities.

Thinking about it you have always been like a match made in heaven ever since the day you crossed each other's paths.

Satoru is Satoru and his second name is annoying. Even on the day you met he introduced himself with a cocky grin and loudly enough you were sure the whole world could hear his name. But instead of finding that annoying, your brain malfunctioned thanks to his smile and made you think he's rather cute.

And it didn't help how he would chatter and talk your ears off whenever you were having stressful thoughts, distracting you from your worries. Him dropping simply little compliments- like "heyy good work y/n!" "oh- you look extra cute today!" "you take great care of students!" calling you "my trusted and reliable co-worker, y/n" when introducing you to someone he knows. Some way, somehow, he managed to get past all your fears and make a house in your heart.

Seeing how lost you were in your thoughts he decided to drag you out of it by placing a peck on your lips, earning a "gross" remark from Nobara, flustering you in the process.

"Do you know what's my greatest achievement?" he questioned Nobara while still clinging to you. But before she could even take a guess he announced proudly "it was making y/n confess!!"

"Oh-" you giggle, a blush tinting your cheeks recalling as you told how it went down. "It was him, again, somehow distracting me away from my overthinking replacing with his chatter. And I absent mindedly spoke."

"god satoru, i love you" much to your embarrassment, Satoru enacted your dreamy tone perfectly. Smacking his hand lightly at your mimicry, flustered, causing him to giggle and nobara laughed at your silly bickering.

But in reality, the situation was far worse for you. Your babble had brought his nonsensical talks to a pause for a couple of seconds before he dramatically gasped while covering his mouth.

"Satoru you did NOT hear that." you uttered. You felt faint as blood rushed to your head. You just wanted to bury yourself and die. DIE ALREADY.

"oh my god yes i did" he exclaimed.

"this cannot be happening" you murmured as you got up, hiding your face in your hand as you tried to flee the scenario. But he was quick on his feet too. Getting up as he extended his arm to hold yours before pulling you back and caging you in between him and the desk. Gently cupping your cheek, to make you look at him with a slight tremble of his hands.

"Hey, listen...." for some reason his confidence evaporated and he felt like an anxious teen but that didn't stop him from speaking his mind. "I like you too okay? I genuinely appreciate how you always tolerate me and my gibberish, how you always put up with my antics happily- i think our feelings are mutual here, alright? So, well, allow me to ask you out.... please?" it was unlikely for him to sound soft... and to perhaps plead? But what can he do? He was a man in love who had to shoot his shot NOW. And you were equally in love.

"Yes please, i- i would love that!" you reply nodding, feeling a bit giddy but better than before. After all, you trusted him and with Satoru, everything will turn out fine you think.

And not once did you regret your silly mistake.

[mcu-pokedex]

First Date with Peter Parker

Overview: y/n and Peter are nervous about telling each other that they have feelings, yet somehow they end up on a movie date.

Warnings: Some kissing, all fluff

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Y/N POV:

I can't believe it! Oh. My. God. Walking out of computer science Peter asked me what I was doing tonight. Even though it was a Friday the only thing on my to-do list was putting on a face mask and watching Netflix. Stumbling over my words I had agreed to go to the movies with him. Again, oh my god! I was so anxious. Questions racking in my brain. All I can think about is what on earth do I wear? I had to get home immediately.

Well walking back home Peter texted me saying that he would get me at 7:30. The image of Peter at my front door gave me tingles. An unstoppable smile spread on my face. Opening my bedroom door and throwing my backpack onto the floor I rush to my closet. Throwing clothes into my bed and googling cute movie theater outfits. I knew this should be easy, but lord knows how much I will overthink this.

Peter's POV:

No way I just did that. After having a crush on y/n since the moment we met. Today I finally had the balls to ask her out. Well, kind of. I mean we are going to the movies together but I don't know if they see it as a date. Either way, my heart is beating out of my chest. I have been sitting in my living room waiting to go to y/n's place. I've been ready since 4:30 and it's only 6. Ughh. I don't even know what we are gonna see. I wanna leave it totally up to them. I do not want to mess up this kind of date at all.

Y/N POV:

Peter is gonna be here 10 minutes and I can't sit still. I am wearing blue jeans and a maroon shirt. It's simple and allows for my body to not overheat. I'm so flushed I don't even need to put on blush. After realizing this I blush even more. I did put on a little mascara and concealer to give me more confidence. Slipping on my white Converse it hit me what was happening. My stomach was doing flips at the idea of Peter about to knock on my front door. I made sure to spray myself with perfume so there was no chance I smelled bad. I am so nervous my throat is dry and my hands are fidgeting. After years of knowing Peter and having a crush on him for just as many, I can't believe we are going on a date. Unless of course, this is just a hangout. I want to spiral on that idea again but I can't as I hear a knock on my door. Sending electricity shooting through my body.

Peter POV:

Walking up to her front door was one of the most nerve-racking things ever. I raised my hand to knock on their front door, taking a deep breath before letting my knuckles touch the door. Only a beat later the door swung open. They looked gorgeous. I mean they always do. Even when they are tired late at night in our mini-study group. But right now my eyes had no choice but to soak them in, and I was loving it. Their mouth was agape making my heart flutter. Ned always told me that he thought y/n had a crush on me but I never believed it. I mean me? Peter Parker, pfff. But I do wonder what's going on in that pretty head of theirs.

Y/N POV:

He looked handsome. hair fluffy, in jeans, and a Midtown jacket. He was captivatingly comfy. His eyes are soft and giving you all there attention. His mouth was a little open which I couldn't help but giggle at.

"Hello Peter" I stated, looking him in the eyes, causing my breath to falter.

"Oh, uh- hello y/n" he cutely stuttered back. Making me laugh under my breath at how silly he can be.

"Should we get going? I saw that were was a preview of Titanic at 7:45 at the movie theater just down the road. "

"Yeah!" he nodded.

I closed the door behind me and stepped aside Peter. As we began our walk I noticed how the street lights made his face glow. Giving me a warm feeling inside. There had been a comfortable silence between the two of us till I asked.

"How have you been since school?"

"Good, I mean I barely touched my homework, but it's Friday and I got a whole weekend ahead of me" he lets out a little laugh and looks down at his hands.

"Same, that paper due for English also has me in a chokehold. I have no idea what to write it on." I said.

The rest of the walk was just casual conversation. I mean me and Peter are best friends no matter what this hangout date situation is.

Peter's POV:

As we walked I couldn't help but try to think of ways to make y/n laugh. I would do anything to hear that laugh they have. It brings me such joy to know they are happy. Without realizing it we had walked the few blocks in a matter of minutes. I walked up to the booth of the ticket holder.

"Two tickets for Titanic please?" I said handing them 25 dollars.

"Movie theater 2 on your left, have fun watching!" They said as they gave me my tickets and some coins back.

However, this outing ate away at my small personal savings. I could not imagine spending it in any other way. Whatever it took to hang out or see you I would spend. We walked through the entrance and y/n stopped.

"Peter do you want popcorn or anything?" y/n asked.

"Maybe, do you want any y/n?" I asked smirking knowing that asking was y/n's way of saying they wanted something.

"Peter you know me too well," They said hitting my shoulder playfully.

We both laughed as we got into line asking for a large popcorn with extra butter.

Y/N POV:

After finding movie theater 2. You both sat in the middle-top area. It's a good spot. I was surprised because of how full the room was. I noticed there were only two other empty seats throughout the entire thing. It was packed! I mean it is a Friday so it makes sense, even if this movie is old. I had been thinking about the chances of our seats before I even noticed Peter trying to ask me something.

"Have you ever seen Titanic before?" he looked curious, his cute little eyebrow raised.

"Uhh, I guess not" I shrugged not thinking much of it.

"Y/n I really need to do a better job at getting you well-versed in movies" he let out a little chuckle.

"I guess so! We can call it a date"

I was astonished at the words that just left my mouth. NO WAY did I just confirm that I wanted to go on a date with Peter. My face was red. I don't even need a mirror to know that. Thank god the lights were dim.

I stuttered out "I- I mean only if- you want it too, noooo pressure" giving a fake laugh to cover my anxiety.

" Y/n can I ask you something?" he says looking right into my eyes. Which felt like he was examining my soul.

I swallowed my spit " Uhh- yeah, ask away!" I said with way too much excitement in my voice.

"Is this a date?"

My heart was in my throat and my eyes opened wide. Did he really just ask that. There's no way. An eruption of butterflies took over my body. I was about to answer before we were cut off by the people behind us choosing us. I looked dead forward at the screen not wanting to see Peter's face. I ate some of the popcorn in my lap and handed Peter the rest. The nerve recked my appetite. And before dealing it the movie had begun.

Peter POV:

I was just about to get an answer out of y/n before the rude guy behind us interrupted. I was enamored with their face as the bright screen showed their wonderful details. They were stunned and in shock. I was beginning to believe that Ned had been right. I could not believe it. But it's the only excuse for y/n's reaction. Unless of course, they hate me. Which I highly doubt. I slowly looked at the screen as they handed me the popcorn.

---30 minutes later---

I noticed y/n shivering. I mean it was a little cold in here but not enough for me to be considered cold. I wonder if they want my jacket.

Y/N POV:

I had been so engrossed with the plotline before realizing Peter was handing me his jacket. It made me realize how I was sitting on my hands and folder over to keep me warm.

"Thank you, Peter"

"Of course y/n, anytime" he smirked.

I put the jacket on feeling the heat from his body still keeping it warm. It smelled like him, which was also a plus.

---Another 30 minutes later---

I was trying to watch the movie but all I could think about was the cute boy sitting next to me. Including all the cute things he does. Whether he is talking about space, the Avengers, or even his science homework. It always made me happy, to see how happy Peter was. I was so happy to be here with him. And he had bought the tickets and given me his hoodie without me even telling him I was cold. I slowly reached my hand from my lap and onto the armrest. Leaving my palm facing up. My heart was about to leap out at this act of confidence. But I just had to remind myself of all those times I dreamed of holding Peter Parker's hand. So I kept it there, hoping for the best.

Peter POV:

Their hand was on the armrest palm up. I had seen them move their shy hands up and onto the armrest. I was glad to know that all this worrying about my crush was actually real and that they liked me back. As smoothly as I could I picked my hand up and ran my fingers over their palm. Before I landed my plan in there's and squeezed my hand tight around there's. Our fingers are entwined with one another.

Their face held a small smirk which gave me just enough confidence to pull their hand into my lap. Pulling them over the arm rest. So that their head was leaning on my shoulder. It felt right, and I heard y/n's breath pick up and come to a steady resting place.

---Another 30 minutes---

I had seen Titanic many times before this. So I tuned it out. Only focusing on the feelings I was experiencing. To have y/n's hand in mine, them wearing my jacket, and them just being with me. I was on cloud nine. There was only another half hour before the movie was over and I could tell the end was gonna make y/n cry. It even made me cry the first time I saw it. They were holding my hand tight and were gasping to all the twists and turns.

As the movie wrapped up I was hesitant to move. I knew y/n had shed a few tears as my shoulder was lightly wet. Which did not bother me one bit. Also, I did not want this moment to end. I wanted them to make the choice to move away from me.

Y/N POV:

I had been lying on Peter's shoulder for half the movie. I knew I would have neck pain later but I did not care because I did not wish to move. I did cry a little but I hope Peter did not notice. I was sad to see the credits begin to roll and the lights un-dim in the theater. I waited till the last second to move away from Peter. Basically, until everyone was standing up. As soon as I pulled away I missed his touch. I looked down at us still holding hands and realized that he was looking also. When we looked back up at each other.

" Do you want to take a walk around Central Park?" he asked.

" I would love to Peter" I grinned as he stood up with our hands still locked together

We exited the theater in a blissful state. I was over the moon Petere actually liked me back. So much so that the ending of the Titanic did not take hold of my emotions.

"So I have to ask how did you like the movie?" Peter asked as you walked outside.

"Good. I was not ready for Jack though. Sorry if I got your shoulder wet. I was just surprised they did that to his character"

Peter chuckled, "It's okay y/n, all good"

Both of you had been walking in silence for a few minutes. Enjoying each other's company. A few seconds later Peter stopped when you reached the front gates of the park.

"What?"

"You never answered that question back there," he said raising an eyebrow.

" Pfff, whaaa, okay maybe" I deflected.

" Hey I mean I want this to be a date but only if you want it-"

I cut him off, "YES, please, Peter I have liked you for too long, please say this is a date!" I basically begged

" Well then y/f/n y/l/n you are in luck because I Peter Parker and taking you out on an official date. Would you like to walk around Central Park with me?"

'"Of course!" I said gidddy with a smile across my face.

It was late but neither of you cared. Walking around the paths, going under bridges, and still holding hands. The air was brisk yet it was all worth it to step on the crunchy leaves scattered across the ground. It had been a few minutes of silence and some light conversation explaining how long we both had liked each other. We were both walking when he stopped on top of a bridge above a little river. The lights illuminated above me.

Turning to me he said, "Y/n I have had a wonderful night"

"Me as well," I said smiling.

"Well," he said placing his arm around my back and taking a small step forward. " Now that I know how long we have liked each other . . "

"Yeah Peter," I said looking at him with curiosity.

Nervously he stuttered out "Y/n I like you a lot! And I just want you to know that and-"

He cut himself off by leaning into my face and gently placing his lips on mine. My breath hitched as I realized that Peter was kissing me. I quickly retracted. Soaking in how soft and tender he kissed me. it was so gentle it was almost like an angel. When he pulled away both let out a loud exhale. Then we looked at each other and laughed. It was silly how long it took us to get to this point. I leaned into Peter letting him pull me flush to his body. I grabbed his face with both of my hands and placed my lips onto his with a little more force this time.

Well kissing Peter all I could think about was how much I love this boy, causing me to smile into the kiss.

[mchlgayser]

─── WHY DID IT HAPPENED? ft hanma shuji ✸

synopsis: You should've thought twice about the worst possible outcome when you give up yourself to him. But you didn't and at last, you lose your grounding.

warning: languages, toxic relationships, break-ups, and cheating.

daily note: oh no, im struck by the lord of angst gasp no wonder im doing such heavy angst at two in the morning, crying myself, and liking the way i hurt myself 😄

He came home late, again.

It's been the third time this week and the tenth time this month. Lately, it's so hard to even take a glance at your husband as he always woke up early and came home late. Usually around three to four. Of course, you would always leave a text for him to wake you up once he's home so that you can eat the dinner you made together. But then again, it'll always end up in the bin.

This time you are persistent in not falling asleep and waiting for him and when he did come home, he sent a smile your way before treading upstairs.

'Shuji?' You watch as he enters your shared walk-in closet, slipping off both his shoe and his sock and dumping them on the basket.

'Shu.' You called out trying to gain his attention. He undo his tie and sighs, finally taking a look at you 'Yes, Y/n.' Oh, well that's strange, he never addressed you that way before? Always come up with a cheesy nickname like dolly or dollface. What happened?

'No, I just wanted to talk to you...' You said playing with the hem of your shirt, he unbutton his shirt and his glasses 'Can't it wait until tomorrow? I'm tired and hot.' You continue staring at him when he walks past you to the bathroom and locks the door.

You settle down on your mattress waiting for him to come out and once he did, he slip under the duvet and closes the light 'Come on, Shu. We need to talk. Why are you always coming home late, these days?' He ignore your short ranting and pretended like he's asleep.

You got up and turn on the light 'We. Need to talk.' He aggressively peel off the duvet off of him and sat up toward you 'What?! What is it that there's a need to talk about, huh? I said I'm tired!' You shake your head at him 'Tired of what? Me or your job?! Can I just talk for a little while with my husband when he's been late for almost a month?! I just need a small talk with you... I... Miss you...' Your gazes fall to the ground in shame.

You hear him sigh and footsteps approaching 'Sorry, It's just... I got so many things to do at work. You know how cold-blooded Kisaki is.' The mention of your long-last friend brings a smile to yourself 'Yeah. I'm sorry.' He pets your head 'No problem.' And then he heads for bed.

You blink in surprise.

That's it? No problem and that's it?

The arguments between you and Hanma occurred, still, after making ups and it's always about the same thing. He came home late and now, sometimes he didn't even reach home at all. You'll always spend the night crying, missing your husband but like he always said. He is busy. A month turned into three but a solution never came falling and help your helpless ass. You are alone. Miserable and alone.

The possible thoughts came running like a madman, what if he cheated on you? What if he already found another better one? What if this and what if that? You've become crazy with the thoughts clouding your mind. You overthink yourself to sleep if you ever had any. You lose counts of how many times you threw up and almost lose consciousness because you got panicky. You took medicines that you probably did not need. But even with all that, you are still alone with no one to help you stand.

You are sleeping - closing your eyes to help you doze off when the doorbell rang repeatedly. You try to get up but fall hopelessly to the ground and groan.

You get up once more and get to the door without uncertainty. Before you are a brunette, a younger woman than you dressing in a tight, cleavage-showing silk red dress, decorating herself with a big pearls necklace, earrings, and a Louis Vuitton branded bag. She is smiling, twinkling her doe paired of eyes at you 'Can I come in?' She asks you.

You are hesitant but nodded nonetheless. She sat down on the couch 'Oh I'm sorry, I'm just gonna stay here until Hanma is home.' You blink to yourself, surprised and puzzled. 'Pardon me, but who are you?'

'I'm his girlfriend, Ivy. I supposed you are his maid? What's your name?' Your hand subconsciously shaking and clenching but then could you blame her? You wore nothing expressive as she did, you rarely dolled up unless it was for a special occasion. And maybe it was your fault too for being too anti-social and never really following your husband anywhere for his work. Not surprised no one could know you are his wife. I mean, would anyone even suspect it? Hanma, a flirtatious, ambitious guy like him settling down for such mediocrity as you?

'It's Y/n.' You told her to keep waiting and that you'll call Hanma in instead because you are scared he'll be back late again today.

'Y/n? Why did you call? I'm in the meeting, can't talk.'

'Ivy's here. She's waiting for you.' You heard his rapid breathing before you ended the call. You went back to his little girlfriend 'He'll be back, shortly.' And then you tread upstairs locking down the bedroom door with your hand over your mouth. Your ugly sobs turn to muffle as you cry and sob to yourself. An aching sensation is burning through your whole body but partially your throat and heart. Your eyes felt itchy and uncomfortable, your nose clogged, and your voice barely a whisper.

You don't want to be here any longer so you get your phone - that is the only thing you ever bought with your own money and left, not forgetting to slip the expensive diamond ring off of your finger. You heard a honk from outside of the residence to see that a car was parked.

You see Ivy sitting still on the couch with a glass of wine and she smiles when she saw you were leaving 'See you again, Y/n.' You nod and rush inside the car.

But just in time, a familiar black Audi A4 comes into view, you avoid his frantic knocks on the door and just ordered the driver to move along. Hanma tries to grab onto the car but slips. 'Fuck!'

'Shu!' Upon hearing his nickname being called he swiftly turns around but instead of you, there's Ivy. The girl he commits adultery with. She struts towards him and lends him a small hug with a cute shrieking noise 'I missed you! London was good but not better without you... But thanks for the trip Shu-'He shove her away with eyes widening in anger 'What the fuck are you doing here?!' She jolted in surprise at the sudden outburst 'What you mean what am I doing here? Shuji, you've promised me we'll get married one day so is it wrong for me to come to my future husband's house? Or is there a a fucking secret that I needed to know? Are you lying to me or something?!' He was hesitant looking back in forth between her and the road.

'I... I'm sorry...' He went for a hug and kiss the side of her temple making her smile 'You are making me scared. I thought you were cheating on me with your maid or something...' She laugh as he broke the hug with a furrowed brow 'Maid...?' She nods pulling him inside the house 'Yeah, Y/n is her name right? But then again, why would you? I'm much better...!' He was clenching his fist at her words but do nothing.

Ivy left home after some time and Hanma left for your shared bedroom. He gazes at your stuff but all seem to be left untouched. He struts inside your closet room to see your wardrobe full and neatly tuck like always making him smile. Yes, you didn't leave, probably just out for groceries.

Then he see the wedding ring, the wedding ring you wore all the time, and never once did he see left your form. His head tilted in confusion, why is that there? Why didn't you wear it? Did you perhaps lose it? Oh, it's okay, he can just slip it back on. He picks the ring off the ground and kisses it with a smile 'When will my doll get home?' He murmurs to himself.

Hanma get ready for bed and sleep wishing he'll see you in the morning or maybe the familiar smell of your homemade pancake will wake him up like always.

But none of it happened. Hanma waited days, weeks, and months but you never came back. Why? Ivy would come once a week to check but as always she'll get stood up by the porch and left home, defeated. It's not like she's not calling but the said man never answered none of her calls. Every day he'll play her calls to hear her voice 'Hi, this is Y/n. Talk to me once you heard the.... Beep...'

He'll talk to her hoping one day he can get to hear it once more maybe that time clearer, and nearer.

[sunnypaganblog]

Nightly reflection in honor of Lady Aphrodite!!

My obsessive thoughts have been mainly centered around religious doubt lately tbh. Don't get me wrong, it isn't like I don't know the God's are real, or think that deep down. I've just given into my obsessive thoughts about religion in the past, so I think I'm scared of falling into that again, cuz the first time I left this religion, my intrusive thoughts became centered around the God's being real, and now that I know the God's are real, they've become centered around the God's NOT being real. I understand that intrusive thoughts are the opposite of what you believe, so I don't feel too bad about it cuz I know it's just my brain being weird. But at the same time, I can't help but get kinda stressed out from it sometimes. I honestly learnt not to trust the logic of my anxiety ever since I joined this religion and stopped overthinking things, so it's not like I'm gonna give in or anything. But it still hurts to hear it every single fucking day—they usually stop after a while if I just ignore them, but they're really annoying. I think if I just keep ignoring them though, they'll fade over time, since I'll be more sure of myself in the future anyway.

I love my deities, and they've assured me constantly that even if I do fall into that line of thinking again, they'll still exist and be here for me. So I feel loved and at peace even if one day my anxiety gets too bad for me to handle anything anymore. I'll try focusing on improving my reactions to my intrusive thoughts more by not giving an emotional response to them. Since they don't worsen as long as I don't react too much. And maybe I'll ask my deities for advice about it later, and look for different coping mechanisms about intrusive thoughts.

I love Lady Aphrodite and Lord Hermes and every single one of my deities so much jehshs they make me feel so at home and at peace and loved. I feel like things are gonna be okay, even with my anxiety. I'm gonna improve the best I can for them. I promise that.

[appleasks]

What are your opinions on everyone in the hotel? This includes Angel Dust, Charlie, Vaggie, Alastor, Husk, Niffty, and Sir Pentious (R.I.P)

(Also, to the creator, your portrayal of Lucifer is amazing! So is Vox, both always make me laugh.)

"i  will  start  with  charlie  because  i'd  like  to—my  daughter  is  a  kind,  hardworking,  loyal  and  beautiful  girl  who  sees  the  potential  in  everyone,  and  i  am  nothing  if  not  proud  of  her.  i'd  hate  to  think  that  all  this  time,  she  thought  that  i  had  belittled  her  dreams  when  i  was  just  worried  for  her.  but  i'm  really  glad  we're  getting  somewhere  now,  i  hope  i  don't  ...  mess  things  up  again.  but  i'm  so,  so  glad  she  turned  out  to  be  so  self-sufficient  and  so  loving  like  her  mother.  you  know,  you  should  talk  to  her  when  she's  having  her  breaks.  she's  so  easy  and  delightful  to  be  around  but  she  just  ...  gets  wrapped  up  in  the  moment  so  easily  and  with  everything  that's  happened  it  doesn't  take  much  for  her  to  start  ...  well,  you  know,  overthinking,  haha—juuust  like  her  father.  but  she  doesn't  give  up.  i've  spent  so  much  time  watching  her  grow,  and  i  turn  my  back  for  a  few  seconds  and  she's  suddenly  come  into  her  own.  and  she  did  that  all  by  herself.  raised  this  hotel  from  nothing.  she's  ...  she's  amazing.  and  i  love  her.  i  love  her,  my  sun,  my  little  morningstar.  i  just  hopes  she  knows  that."

"ah,  angel  dust.  a  very  feminine  fella!  he's  very  confident  in  what  he  does  and  he's  very  tall.  though  it's  ...  i  don't  really  like  seeing  his  ads  around  pride—not  that  i  don't  like  looking  at  him!  i  just  think  that  knowing  someone  on  a  personal  level  starts  from  the  mind  and  not  the  body,  because  you  can't  control  the  body  you're  put  in,  not  on  earth  and  not  in  hell.  oh!  sorry,  haha,  i  digress—i  mean  to  say,  if  i  am  to  know  him  on  a  deeper  level  i'd  prefer  not  to  chance  upon  these  ...  images  of  him."

"oh,  right!  her  name  was  vaggie,  wasn't  it—apologies  for  mispronouncing  her  name,  she's  a  dear!  i  see  how  much  she  cared  about  charlie  and  quite  frankly,  i  ...  i  can  see  the  way  she  fights  for  my  daughter  and  ...  it's  strange,  i  feel  like  ...  i'm  closer  to  her  than  either  of  us  know.  despite  the  tough  shell  she  dons  she  believes  in  charlie's  dream  more  than  anything—she  was  there  for  charlie  where  i  ...  failed  to  be.  but  that  doesn't  matter,  i  couldn't  have  asked  for  a  better  woman  for  my  daughter."

"husk!  he  may  be  aloof  but  he  does  pack  a  punch  at  the  bar!  i've  had  the  pleasure  of  having  a,  uh  ...  chat  with  him  over  wine  before,  and,  he's  wiser  and  a  lot  more  mature  than  i  expected.  when  charlie  achieves  her  dream,  i  hope  husk  gets  what  he  truly  wants  from  all  this."

"niffty  ...  she  can  seem  scary  but  she  does  look  out  for  everyone  in  the  hotel!  she's  an  excellent  housekeeper  and  i'm  glad  to  have  her  in  the  crew!  she's  also  ...  incredibly  skilled  at  pest  control,  oh  lord—"

"oh,  dear.  sir  pentious.  i  know  he  died  for  the  hotel  before  i  got  to  know  him  on  a  more  personal  level,  but,  the  very  fact  that  he  died  for  my  daughter's  hotel,  my  daughter's cause—i  can't  help  but  think  he's  nothing  but  a  good  man.  he  died  a  good  man,  and  i  only  regret  being  unable  to  know  him  sooner."

"alexander  doesn't  deserve  my  saliva.  though,  i  guess  he's  been  ... docile  as  of  late."

[marquisguyun]

I couldn't pick one for the ask game so here are two!

🌤️ and🌧️ please

Okay, so I've made sure none of these WIPs are anything that has an anon period, but I still had a lot of options to choose from! (Also it's amazing how much i managed to overthink this lol but it was still fun!)

🌤️Share your favorite piece of dialogue from your WIP. This is from a Bingqijiu omegaverse fic!

"We could have camped and avoided all of this," Shen Qingqiu grumbled. "The last time someone suggested camping you said that you 'weren't some Bai Zhan or Ku Xing disciple to deprive yourself of comfort when there was a perfectly good inn and the coin to pay for it,'" Yue Qingyuan reminded him with a smile. He got a playful swat of Xiao Jiu's fan for his efforts. "Do you remember everything I say?" Shen Qingqiu asked. "Most things, shidi," Yue Qingyuan agreed.

🌧️Share something angsty from your WIP.

Okay, this is long but oh well! Good angst, hopefully. From my "Lang Qianqiu looks under his guoshi's mask before he buries him" AU

"Xie Lian isn't going to ascend again," Lang Qianqiu said darkly. "He's dead." The laughter of the other officials cut off immediately, and the silence that followed was heavy. "Dead?" Ling Wen asked, always seeking to make sure her records were the most complete. "Your Highness is sure the Crown Prince of Xianle is dead?" "Of course I'm sure," Lang Qianqiu bit out. "I killed him myself!" "You--!" a voice called from across the hall. That was General Nan Yang, Lang Qianqiu thought. He'd not made trouble with the martial god of the southwest in the years since he'd ascended. He knew there was little chance that the general had flaunted the rules of the heavens to help his former prince get revenge on Yong'an. But he'd kept his distance, not willing to make friends with a god from Xianle. "How dare you??" "Your prince massacred the royal family of Yong'an when I was seventeen. I was well within my rights to take his life in return." Lang Qianqiu bit out. "General Tai Hua," a deep voice called from across the hall, and whatever Nan Yang may have said in response was cut off. The Heavenly Emperor stared at Lang Qianqiu in a way that made him feel like a weight had settled on top of him. "Is the Martial God of the East familiar with the way cursed shackles work?" Jun Wu asked. "No, my lord," Lang Qianqiu admitted, unsure of where the emperor was taking this. Around him, the murmurs of the other gods and officials told him that he was not the only one ignorant of this. The emperor sighed. The hall fell silent once more, all attention focused on Jun Wu. "A god who has been banished is not the same as a mortal, even a mortal cultivator. His divinity is bound, which is the main function of the shackles, but there are... side effects." An uneasy mutter spread across the hall at those words. Gods didn't exactly like to consider what it would be like to be banished, even if they never thought it would happen to them, and side effects sounded particularly ominous. Still, Lang Qianqiu wanted to know. If Jun Wu had brought it up, there must be a point to this. "What side effects?" Lang Qianqiu asked. "A banished god cannot die under most circumstances," the emperor said, with an even tone that belied the horror of his words. "They can be killed, yes, but they will recover in time. So tell me, Prince of Yong'an.... how did you kill your guoshi?" All of the blood drained from Lang Qianqiu's face. His mouth hung open, but he couldn't form a single word.

Thanks for the ask!

[beansnsoup]

Request: where (for robin) reader asked her out in French or something but reader doesn't know French and only learned those words.

♡

"Tu es tout pour moi."

Summary: You've been trying to find a way to ask out your dream girl for weeks now. After finding out about her leaving French, you finally find your perfect technique.

Relationship: Platonic going on romantic

Warnings: fem reader because robin in gay so, fluff

You sat in your bed listening to the same different tapes over and over again, repeating the words it said.

Ever since Robin mentioned these tapes that she bought a long time ago, you've been fixated on learning these same languages to find a way to bond with her and maybe ask her out.

You've been pretty much in love with her since the first day you've met her.

So, the way she talked about how long she had these tapes and they way she helped decipher those secret codes and along with speaking other languages had you thinking if you were to learn one of those languages you could ask her out without it being awkward.

It would also be an awesome excuse to learn a new language you've been wanting to for a while now.

You caught her as she was locking up the video store that evening, "Robin, wanna go for a drive?" You asked her, awkwardly pointing over to your car.

She looked over to Steve, who normally gave her rides. He sent her back a thumbs up and a smile then looked at you to shoot finger guns.

She looked back and smiled, "Sure,"

Robin followed you and opened the passenger door, beginning to look through your cassettes. You thanked the Lord you didn't bring your language tapes.

She finally chose one and pushed it into the player, gradually turning up the volume as it started.

Because of daylight savings, it was still pretty light outside. It was also a weekday, and Keith only stayed open super late on weekends.

You thought it was the most perfect sky view. That wasn't the only thought going through your head right now though.

'What if she thinks I'm a total psychopath?'

'Maybe this was too complicated of an idea. It's just a confession.'

'What if I mess up? Would that be offensive to the French?'

'If this doesn't work out, I don't know what I'll do.'

You pulled up to Lovers Lake, "I know this looks super weird, but I promise you it's not."

She laughs at your awkwardness, "Not only lovers come here, y'know?"

"I do now,"

The two of you sat in silence. You felt like you just ruined it all. She probably assumed that you brought her here as a hookup or something.

You guys sat there for a while on the hood of your car until you finally opened your mouth,

"I'm sorry."

"About what?"

"This. I should've have asked you to come for a ride, this was stupid."

"Oh."

"No, no, not like that!"

Robin continued to sit there,

"I just meant that I had this whole plan, and I've been trying to think of the most awesome way to execute it for weeks. I even went to Steve for advice, which I rarely do. That's probably why he gave me the weird finger guns. Anyways, the point is that I finally got the courage to do thus but it all backfired in my face from overthinking, so I'm sorry."

Robin just looked at you. Normally, she was the one that rambled on and on, but she started to notice that you caught it from her and did it under anxious situations.

"I, uh," You started again.

Robin grabbed your hand, which was stretched out next yo you on the hood of the car, "I'm here to listen, Y/N."

You breathed in, "I learned French."

"Really?"

"I mean not the whole language just yet but a specific sentence."

Robin felt so giddy right now, she tried to keep her sanity for you so you could get through whatever you were trying to say.

"Can you say it? I want to see if my French has gotten any better, I've been listening to those tape more than I usually have, I don't know why though, sorry, you didn't need to know that much." She asked.

You gulped, you felt your face tingle, you knew you were nervous, but God, this was just pathetic.

"Um, okay."

You breathed out and looked out towards the lake.

"Tu es tout pour moi. Je t'aime vraiment, et je ne sais pas si tu ressens la même chose, mais j'avais besoin de te le dire."

Robin just looked at you, that how you knew instantly that she knew what you said and if she didn't she was slowly trying to decipher it.

That's when she randomly came in for a kiss, which you obviously returned. It had all worked out, and your stomach was full of butterflies.

"I like you too."

"Really? You're not just saying that to make me feel better? More than a friend, right?"

"Yes, of course, more than a friend, I wouldn't have kissed you if I didn't. You honestly are the best person I've ever met, and I'm pretty sure Steve was getting tired of me going on and on about you on the drives home. I mean, he did tell me so many times to just grow the balls and ask you out, but I was too scared. I'm so happy you drove me here today."

"I'm so happy you feel the same, I was terrified the whole way here."

She laughed, "I hope this doesn't affect the instances in town. In horror movies, one of the people that are a couple always dies."

"Wait, we're a couple?"

"Oh, um, I'm sorry, I didn't know that we didn't have labels or anything, forget I-"

"No, no, Robin, I really like that."

"Really?"

"Yes Robin, I am now your girlfriend, I'd you'll take me."

"I will! I will, yes!"

I'm so in love with her bro

She cups you cheeks and pulls you in for another kiss.

[akuaya-eng]

(Card story) Rosé SR - Night of the Kickoff Party

- CLUMSY LOVE -

Episode 1

Rosé: Parties are the best, after all. So delicious-- I mean, there are so many different people here ♡ Big bro warned me not to do anything troublesome, but… this is such a rare opportunity. Well, I guess it's fine as long as it's nothing too bad ♪ But… I have to be patient. There's something much more fun waiting for me today that will make all this irrelevant ♪

Well then, where is he… I’ve been looking for so long, but I can’t find him~… (sees Espada) Oh, there he is ♪ Pada! Long time no see ♪

Espada: Y-you… Rosé? Don't come closer…! What are you planning?

Rosé: What am I planning? Isn’t it obvious ♪ I’ve been looking forward to meeting Pada for days ♪ It’s normal to greet your little brother, right?

Espada: J-just stay away!

Rosé: Hey, hey~. Hm~, Pada is still as shy as ever.

Espada: … I’ll ask again. What are you planning?

Rosé: I told you. It’s been a while, so I wanted to say hi…

Espada: Don’t play dumb. It's you. Of course it's something troublesome.

Rosé: You’ve got it all wrong. I just wanted to say hi ♪

Espada: If you don’t want to tell me, fine. Just don’t do anything stupid. (walks away)

Rosé: Oh, Pada went somewhere else… I just wanted to talk more… But I guess Pada has grown since then. Maybe it’s a rebellious phase? If so, he’d hate being smothered, so I’ll just watch over him. They say to let your cute children go on their own journey ♡ I’m so kind ♪ …Well, if Pada ever gets into trouble, as his big bro, I might lend a hand ♡

Episode 2

Rosé: Pada has gone elsewhere, how boring~. I wish something interesting would happen. Oh, this cake on the table! I’ve been curious about it for a while now, so I'm just gonna eat it~~ … Hmm? There’s one less knife here than before, right? Did someone clean it up? But for what purpose? Maybe I’m overthinking it, but I have a bad feeling. I should ask someone… Oh? That guy talking to Pada. Where have I seen him-- ah, he was just at this table earlier.

Human man: I’m surprised by this party venue. To have such a magnificent castle… it really shows the greatness of Lord Dia.

Espada: Thank you for your kind words. Lord Dia will be pleased to hear this.

Rosé: Pada looks happy. Maybe because that guy is praising that bastard. Really, Pada likes him so much~… But…

Human man: Heh heh heh…

Rosé: The way that guy looks at Pada is suspicious. It’s like he wants to kill him… He's hiding his intent well. Seems like Pada hasn’t noticed. But I can’t just ignore this. What should I do~. I could help, but I just decided to watch over him. And Pada seems to be having fun, hmm… Oh, right. I got a great idea ♡

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Rosé: (walks in) What are you doing over there? Let me join in too.

Espada: I told you to stay away…

Human man: W-we were just having a little chat. Is there something wrong with that?

Rosé: If we're just gonna make small talk~. Do you think you’re doing a good job? You’re not hiding it well ♪

Human man: …! (thinking) T-this guy, I never thought he'd notice…

Rosé: Besides, why are you talking to Pada without my permission? If you’re trying to mess with my cute lil bro… I’ll kill you ♡

Human man: U-ugh! (walks away)

Rosé: Pada, that's no good. You can’t be so careless. You’re so honest and cute, you might get eaten up, you know?

Espada: …Have you been watching me this whole time?

Rosé: That’s right ♪ Pada is my precious little brother. It’s only natural to be concerned, right? Is there something weird about that? Anyway, let’s talk a bit more ♡ (thinking) I need to tell Pada about that guy too.

Espada: No. I apologize. (thinking) As always… I still can’t figure out what he’s thinking. Staying with him any longer is dangerous. (walks away)

Rosé: Huh~? He left again. Heheh, Pada’s so shy ♪ After all-- that guy really had a knife hidden in his chest. I protected Pada, so I don’t need this anymore-- Wait, though? This has his fingerprints on it, right? I can use this to find out his identity. I needed a test subject anyway, so now that the threat is gone, I can kill two birds with one stone! I’m a genius~ ♪ Even though… I’m doing all this for my lil bro, love is something really hard to convey~.

[smilesrobotlover]

So for King of the Gerudo you brought up some world building ideas involving the Knights and Maiden titles being the highest honor someone can get, and the Champions being the first examples of non Hylians getting those titles. And as a fellow over thinker in world building, I just can't help but wonder about the different responses people would have to it.

How would the Hylians feel, would they feel it's more deserved and fine, given then Champions had helped save them all during the Calamity, or are there some spiteful ones who see it as an insult to Hylian customs and traditions. Has this spiraled into some people doubting Zelda's choice on the matter, thinking she's putting emotion over reason, choosing to give her friends better titles and disregard their traditions.

Or the Zora and the Rito, both of whom seem to be a little more honor bound. Would some of the more older Zora see it as a passive aggressive way for the Hyrulean Monarch to reiterate that their own Princess is below that of Zelda and the King of Hyrule, that a maiden is still one level below them? Would it lead to people questioning King Dorephan's more passive nature, that perhaps he isn't as outspoken for the Zora's 'honor'? How would the Rito respond to this, who seem to have a little more pride towards their dominion over the sky and their superior archery skills? Is it an insult that Revali was ranked alongside a princess, chieftain, and lord as if a way to cheaply elevate him, almost like a participation trophy?

Or how about some of the Yiga, noting how Impa was dubbed a Maiden but Kogha, in spite of his 'brave' defiance to Ganon, wasn't. Maybe now there are some Yiga who consider this a slight towards them, spawning a very small group of defecting Yiga going against the greater Yiga's reintegration into Hyrulesl's greater collective.

Idk, I'm definitely overthinking all of this and none of this needs answers or any thought put into it, but dang did my brain go a little overboard as I dreamed of this 😅

Oooh yes it’ll be a huge deal. I haven’t thought about the zora situation, but it makes perfect sense! It’s strange how Zelda and Rhoam seem to be of higher authority than Dorephan and mipha, and I think that with the status of a champion and a maiden, a lot of zora will be mad. Idk about the Rito tho, I think they’ll be happy that they’re finally out there, and some Rito may believe that they may be able to reach knighthood or maidenhood someday. But I know some will be upset that it was Revali to be called. But I won’t get into that drama UwU

Some Hylians will be VERY upset about all of this. The people already doubt Zelda’s ability to lead, and to see her accept non Hylians as knights and maidens will seem like breaking tradition, or even blasphemous. Now the soldiers who worked close to her won’t care. They saw how she led battling the calamity, and how she cared for each soldier, so they trust her. But a lot of people like the many gossipers will be upset. They’ll think that Hylians will never have a chance to be called as a knight or a maiden ever again (which isn’t true, those aren’t easy titles to achieve anyways).

Another thing is that it sorta breaks the mold. Knights are meant to parallel the hero, and tho he has a lot of magic, for a lot of incarnations like AOC link, he mostly just uses his fighting skills, not magic. And so to see knights that are proficient at magic will be a big deal, and many people will think that they’re not worthy of a knightly title because of it. Same thing with the maidens. Urbosa, Mipha, and Impa are magically gifted, but they are also very strong fighters. Take away their magic and they’ll still kick your butts. So many people that they’re not worthy of the title of a maiden because of that.

And the yiga…. Oh man… there will be drama with the yiga, and I’m sure a lot of them will be upset, but Impa never defied the Royal family, so she and Kogha’s situation aren’t similar enough to me to cause too much drama. It’s just another instance of the Sheikah being loved by the royal family and not the yiga (but the yiga kinda did that to themselves lol. But I have many thoughts on the yiga for sure)

But yeah overall mostly Hylians and zora will be offended by this. Everyone else may be excited that they’ll have a chance to reach knighthood and maidenhood.

[definesanity]

Live and Learn.

Being perfectly honest, you can actually just straight up forgive Nahida, and that's mostly from her, ironically, not knowing that you were The Creator.

The last time you met, she couldn't look at you without teats welling up. Venti was no better but, alas, you couldn't help but feel sorry for Nahida more.

Sorry, bard boy.

Whe you teleported, you expected a few things. Bob following you wasn't one of them.

"Still with me, little buddy?" you asked them, and they 'replied' via flapping their wings twice in quick succession.

"...I'm beginning to think that you can actually understand me." you flatly stated. You swore that Bob shrugged.

"...Eh, anyways, let's go see a radish."

Your journey upwards wasn't halted, but you're not sure if that was good thing. After all, the Akademiya scholars, much less the entirety of Teyvat, was still expecting Divine Punishment.

Finally, you entered the Sanctuary of Surasthana, and gazed on the meditating form of Buer, Lesser Lord Kusanali, Nahida, The Dendro Archon.

And, next to your eyes, Bob the Crystalfly.

"Excuse me, Lesser Lord Kusanali? Might I speak with you?"

Nahida's eyes shot open, and near enough tumbled out of her medication pod(?), scrambling up to look at you and your... buddy? Yeah, buddy, and quickly composed herself.

"H-Hello, Your Grace." she greeted, eyes still wide and, much to your dismay, still awaiting some form of torture. "What brings you h-here?"

"Firstly, this is an informal meeting, so relax. Secondly, I wanted to say one thing, and one thing only:"

Breathing in, and breathing out, you pointed at her. "You're fully forgiven."

"...H-Huh?" God of Wisdom she may be, this was not what she was expecting. "What do you mean, Your Grace?"

"Exactly that. My friend here," you gestured to Bob, "told me that I should visit the Nations to give out what I deem as a suitable punishment, or there lack-of. With you, who was kept in the dark whilst I ran from the rainforest into the desert, all I can say is, don't worry about it."

"But even still, I should have known--"

"Ab-ba-ba-ba-ba!" you quickly interrupted her. "None of that! You didn't. And that's that. Please, just this once; put away your thoughts on 'ifs' or 'buts'."

The God of Wisdom was hesitant. But, in the end, nodded. "Very well. I... will try. Thank you, for telling me this." she then nodded to Bob. "And thank you, too, little Dendro Crystalfly."

Bob seemed to nod back. Smiling, faced the exit. "I hope you can forgive me, but I have another Nation to visit. See you again soon!"

And with that, you and Bob left, leaving behind a surprised Nahida.

"A Crystalfly that knows human interaction? ...How strange..."

She then shrugged. "Ah, I'm probably overthinking it again."

With that, she returned to meditating.

[adragoninshiningarmour]

Happy 12th anniversary! I'm really glad that you can celebrate this year because honestly, you deserve it! Not only did you make a story that fully resembles the mood of Digimon, but you also mixed an incredible style of seriousness, dark moments, death, and most importantly, character development that I love and that inspired me with my writing style as well! In a way, I'm very grateful to you as I was influenced by your type of narrative when it comes to my own stories, especially the Digimon ones. (I remember during one of the chapters where GrandisKuwagamon was reading a badly made criminal novel and my Digimon story is a detective and crimes one for a moment I feared "W-Wait...could this be a reference to my fic? I hope not!" But I'm sure I was overthinking XD). I remember that I started to read ADiSA back in 2018 and moved on to Holy War. It may not be as big of a gap as when you started it writing but I can't help but feel old and nostalgic. I really thank you for this wonderful story and these wonderful characters, and I really wish you good luck with the finale of Holy War! Can't wait to see the Seven Demon Lords get a big beat-up for good! Once again, thank you, and happy anniversary!

Thanks so much! That's very humbling and really awesome to hear! Haha, don't worry; I'm not in the habit of slighting other people in my stories or anything. xD It's really cool to hear you're writing too.

I really appreciate you saying that! I can't wait to keep writing as we enter the end stretch.