#maybe with enough practice i'll overcome that

[corvid-language-library]

Does it help if I tell you that everyone I know who's good at drawing learned it in school? Not art school I mean. I mean drawing the most intricate fucking scenes doodling in the margins of their textbooks in physics class

Sitting down and doing nothing but drawing doesn't really sound plausible tbh... I feel like drawing is cool but it's definitely at the expense of basic education

Idk, it does kinda make me feel like I missed my chance 😅 I'll just have to doodle in my students' textbooks or something lol

[bird-inacage]

The Heart Killers EP1: Kant & Bison's Desire for Agency

I recently wrote a post around Kant being the vehicle for Bison's freedom, but I'm spotting a bigger theme that these two lovebirds share in common. Both feel stripped of their agency, their ability to dictate their lives freely on their own terms and by their own ideals and desires.

For that reason, they're respectively struggling with where they are versus where they want to be, as factors beyond their control currently inhibit that from being attainable.

"I've cleared my name of car theft. My hands are so damn clean now." Kant is keen to put his past behind him, however Captain Chris has him cornered under the threat of re-opening his previous felonies and possible jail time, dangling custody of his brother as a bargaining chip. "If you get this done for me, not only will your criminal record be swept away, I'll wipe it clean." "If you go to jail, who'd take care of your brother?" Leaving Kant with no choice but to begrudgingly concede.

Bison feels similarly trapped by a life he didn't choose, clearly eager at any opportunity to 'clock off'. "I do what I have to do. Now I want to do what I want to. Can't I just live a little?" "If being hitmen makes it so hard to live, shouldn't we just quit?" "I don't want to kill people for a living my whole life... I just want to live my life." He just wants to enjoy a normal life - to have fun, to be frivolous, to embrace being an ordinary 24 year old.

TOGETHER WE BREAK FREE

Their relationship serves as temporary relief or escape from the situations they both find themselves in. Bison finds Kant's company a break from routine and monotony, a welcome distraction in between killing and working at the burger bar (neither of which he chose for himself). Dating Kant is an insight into the joys of life he fears missing out on. 'When I'm with you, I'm not a killer, I'm just a boy'.

By some poetic irony, Kant's mission to instrument Bison's capture would grant him access to the freedom he is seeking - allowing him and his brother to truly start afresh. There will absolutely be more backstory to come as to why Kant wants this so badly, that he’s willing to throw so much in. Dating Bison may begin as a means to an end, but Kant does find himself falling in love - despite his objective.

Once everything is out in the open, I do think they'll aid one another in acquiring the agency they each so desperately desire. No one can better understand how it feels to be trapped than someone who is also fighting against the bars of their own cage.

OVERCOMING YOUR RESTRAINTS

On their first date, Kant shares the following with Bison: “Would you believe me if I told you that I'm afraid of the ocean? Something happened when I was a kid. I almost drowned. Now I'm still afraid of it." One could argue that we don't know if Kant's admission is true, but I don't see any reason for him to lie about this specifically.

This promptly takes me back to this moment from the trailer, which has prominently stuck in my mind. I still get the impression that they are working together here when Kant jumps in. If Bison was on the offensive, I don't think he'd be as stationary or calm. Maybe he's performing under someone's watchful eye, or his gun is aimed at something out of shot, or they're practicing for a specific stunt.

Whatever the context, this scene now has considerably more weight. The fact that Kant jumps in whilst his hands are bound, when he has a fear of drowning is an indication of putting his complete trust in Bison (who is adept at swimming), to rescue him if needs be. The implication here being that Bison may quite literally, mentally and symbolically free Kant from his restraints, helping him to overcome what he’s most afraid of.

BDSM: THE PLEASURE OF CONTROL

Funnily enough, this duo's exploration of BDSM even aligns with their shared desire for agency. From the few snippets we’ve been shown, Bison likes being the one in control. Your partner consents to be at your mercy, affording you the power to enact pleasure and/or pain. And there’s a heady thrill in being handed such control. (It's also worth noting the inherent power play in taking a life, but whether Bison derives any pleasure from this, I'm not 100% sure. Kant also knows Bison is capable of killing, so letting him dominate actually says a tonne). During their one night stand, Bison even quips, "you're not doing this solo, you know," which teases that he's no passive participant. This seems to be Bison's philosophy on life overall (and the root of his dissatisfaction), that he's not one to sit back and watch his life pass him by.

Kant seems happy to indulge Bison in taking the reins. Having his agency taken away during acts of passion, but on his terms is noticeably different to feeling forcibly pushed - because you've chosen how and who you forfeit that agency to. This is partly why I suspect Kant actually gives Bison permission to tie him up in that boat scene (above), for the greater purposes of a mission or task they have agreed to help each other achieve.

You can keep tabs on bird-inacage’s BL meta directory for my other long-form posts around The Heart Killers, which I’ll be updating in real time as the show airs.

[strangeaxel]

Translation:

Pg: i hope you don't start moving like crazy while you sleep tonight.

Vincent: I can't promise anything.

[Day off. 3 AM. They stayed up late watching movies at Vincent's apartment]

Doodles, sketches and practice :p

I'm still wondering what the perfect warm up is for this style, i mostly do spirals, boxes and other random figures before starting a drawing and it's quick but it seems like it takes me like 5 or 10 minutes to warm up for now in this style, the time got shorter tho, i think before it was worst but now it's better. It really makes me wonder with amazement how animators can replicate styles so well. I started making notes for myself today to keep in mind the 'do and dont' of the style, because rebornica isn't an animator with a big ahh animated series we can't get a simple book with what to do and what you shouldn't when drawing the style. I MAYYYYY post the Do and Don't guide when i get comfortable with the style but i maybe just gonna gatekeep it muahahhah- ejem...

I been studying this style in a serious manner for like a month or 4 weeks?? Something like that sjjs, with references and stuff like that. I like sharing this journey with y'all, it's pretty cool coming back to my childhood this way. I'll be answering some asks before october since i gotta make a halloween special + a little surprise i been thinking about lately ;3 i hope i can get over my fear of failing, of making new art about the guards in this style because i feel like im not good enough yet but i know I'll be able to overcome this fear soon.

[chimamirenohasu]

☽𝕆𝕓𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝔹𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕤𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕣☾

𝕥𝕨:blood 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥: NSFW MDNI!, fem reader x Gojo, submission/dominance, reader dom, sub Gojo, blood, vampires, handjob, swearing, JJK au. 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: ~1.3k A desolate cemetery. An ancient, eerie and tranquil location. Such a perfect place for sinful and blasphemous deeds. Doesn't matter how you ended up here, because right now, in the middle of the night, there's only one thing flooding your thoughts. Its name - Lust. He looks at you with his beautiful and mesmerising blue eyes. His pupils grow bigger and bigger. You can hear his heavy breathing, filled with anticipation. So pathetic, so cute, so... tempting. One of the most powerful vampires at your feet, Gojō Satoru himself, practically begging for a droplet of your blood. And then there's you, sitting on a steel bench near one of the tombstones, like a judge with a heart of stone, assessing his pathetic figure.  Slowly raising one of your legs, you touch his cheek with your pointy heel. 

‘Look at yourself, you pathetic little slut. You want me so badly you're willing to grovel before me like a pest.’ words escaping your mouth are cruel but undeniably true. He can't dismiss any of the accusations as he stays silent. ‘Nothing in your defence, huh? Tsk. What shall I do with you?’ Caressing his cheek with your shoe, you continue your berating monologue. ‘Please... Just... Please let me…’ he finally utters a few very quiet words. His face is red, sweat running down his Adam's apple. Pair of glowing blue eyes are fixated on your neck. What an enjoyable sight it is.  ‘Oh shut up, I will do what I want. Just be a good boy and maybe I'll consider rewarding you.’  You answer pridefully, giving him a few taps on the face. No man will talk over you, especially when he's so deplorable, so weak. He obediently falls silent, kneeling on the cold ground, while your thoughts are starting to get filled with all of the things you could do to him. Your final decision is to start slowly. ‘First, tell me what do you want? What can such a pathetic little vampire lust after?’ Your question makes him look at your face. ‘Hah... You...obviously know... the answer... so why are you asking? You want to humiliate me... even more? Is this sight really that amusing?’ He answers with resentment in his voice. Still struggling to form a coherent speech, but showing his last bits of pride. Impressive, in a way.  ‘Clearly. I want to hear you say it, I want to see you being vulnerable.’ you answer while looking down at him, a slightly ironic grin forming on your face. ‘You’ve agreed to my proposal, you appeared precisely at the time of our meeting, not even a second of delay. You must be really desperate.’ ‘I… I can’t deny it. I want to… I need to taste your blood. That’s why I’m here.’ he answers hesitantly. ‘What do you… want me to do?’ He looks at you with anticipation. ‘Beg.’ you give him an order, but no sound escapes from his mouth. His lips are sealed tight, still opposing you. Vampire pride is nothing to scoff at, especially if it comes to their royalty. ‘BEG.’ you loudly repeat your command, looking him straight in the eye, unwavering.  ‘I... Please... allow me to taste you... your blood.’ he finally gives in. ‘I want to taste it so badly, I can't stop thinking about it. Day and night, I'm being overcome with this sick desire, I can't function anymore. Please, I beg you to bring me relief.’ 

Good heavens, how obedient has he become. You give him a gentle smile. A whisper comes from your mouth. ‘Good boy.’ You extend your finger slightly towards him, a gesture of silent consent. He hesitantly moves towards you, close enough to have full access to your hand. You can clearly see him shaking a little from the excitement that's been boiling inside for a long time. Then, as if losing his senses, he grabs your hand in a flash and starts sucking your finger hastily, like a starved animal after getting its first meal in ages. You feel his tongue, his sharp fangs tearing through the flesh and...  an intense heat slowly appearing in your chest and between your legs. 

He gets closer to you, still on his knees. Losing composure you grab his black silken shirt with your free hand uncovering a beautifully sculpted pale chest. Your fingers start wandering around his body, touching his abs, his chest, his hardening nipples. The skin is so soft that it makes you want to touch him even more. Your hand slowly glides towards his belt. As if he knew what your intention is, he brings his hips up so that you have a better access. You play with the belt a little and then you slowly begin undoing it. He doesn't seem to care about your mischievous manoeuvres - he desires all of this, in fact. The bliss of erotic stimulation paired with bloodsucking is one of the most addictive things in existence. While unzipping his trousers you feel your pussy getting wet. His body is also reacting, as you place your hand on his boxers you can feel the bulge in them grow little by little. Both of you are getting possessed by pure desire. You start slowly caressing his dick through the material, trying to feel how big he is. It’s not an average sized thing, that’s what you can be sure of. Your fingers grab the edge of the boxers and with a gentle movement you start pulling them down to uncover that pretty pulsating dick, so starved for your touch. ‘Do you want me to jerk you off?’ you ask him playfully. He just gives you a gentle nod, his fangs still deep in your flesh. You grab his fully erect cock by the shaft. It’s so big, so indecent. Your hand starts moving slowly, still exploring its silky skin, its curves, its shape. As a bit of pre-cum starts flowing out you can hear a quiet whimper coming from your victim. Yes, he is your victim. Your underwear is fully wet now, every time you tighten the grip on his dick you can feel slight electrical shocks of excitement travel through your body, reaching your clit and your nipples. It’s all so dirty, so unholy.  He starts trembling, his breath becoming faster. You can hear even more quiet whimpers escaping his mouth. Moving your hand up and down, gliding swiftly, you increase the tempo. Oh, what an amusing activity. You squeeze his dick firmly, thumb on his glans caressing it. Your fingers are wet and sticky, but you don't care, this is too fun to stop. You don't mind getting your hands dirty, literally, to torment your prey.

‘You're so close now, I can feel it twitching.’ you say, smirking. ‘Should I give you the relief you so desperately want?’ you slow down your movements, just to play with him. ‘Please.. no.. please con..continue... I want to…’ he begs, his voice sounds like he's about to cry.  ‘Oh, you pathetic, pathetic creature. Alright then, you've amused me for so long, I guess you deserve a reward.’ you answer him coldly. But the heat in you doesn't lie, you're also getting close to the climax. Vampire venom is already in your veins and obviously the effects are getting to you. You want to get off so badly… so badly that you accept the decision to finally end this play. You lower your head to get closer to his ear, white hair tickling you slightly.

‘Now then... I order you to cum, you sinful vampire whore.’ you whisper, as calmly as you can in this situation. You squeeze his dick as it starts pulsating. In an instant his eyes open wide, pupils dilated to the point of almost covering the blue glow entirely. Hearing his loud, dirty moan and his fangs strongly clenching on your finger, hot cum running down your hand, you start cumming too. A myriad of intense sensations travelling through your body, making you dizzy; you close your eyes to savour this sweet feeling, this blasphemous night. 

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𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖐𝖘 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌!

𝖌𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖆 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖞 𝖎𝖓 𝖒𝖞 𝖈𝖗𝖞𝖕𝖙 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖆 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖊~

[girlgenius1111]

i can't hide from you like i hide from myself

part 3 of cool about it. reader almost relapses. almost.

tw for mentions of self harm.

Recovery was just as hard as you remembered it; the only difference was that you didn't know how the hell you did it without Alexia the first time. She had kept her promise; she was right there with you, every second of everyday, someone always anticipating what you needed.

The hardest part was getting rid of the guilt you felt; so far, you hadn't struggled with needing to do it again. You were just overcome with shame. You were back in therapy, though, and the necessary adjustments were being made to your medication. Things were looking up. Recovery, though, is evidently not just an upwards slope.

-----

You'd insisted that Alexia go out with her sister and her sister's friends. She'd been by you side constantly, and you knew she needed to get out. You weren't really feeling up to that yet, though, so you assured her you would be fine, and all but shoved her out the door.

In your defense, you hadn't been feeling bad when she'd left. Alright, maybe a little down, but nothing you couldn't handle. You'd had a calm night in, watching TV and catching up on emails. You were doing alright, admittedly excited for Alexia to return home.

The catalyst was a simple nick in the shower; you were shaving your legs, mind on the next day's practice, when you felt a sharp sting. You dragged the blade to the side slightly on accident, and there was a small cut on your shin. You dropped the razor in shock, watching in horror as blood dripped from the wound.

You hadn't done it on purpose. You hadn't. Suddenly, though, all you could think about was doing it on purpose. Somewhere in your panicked brain, you remembered that this was an addiction, like any other addiction. Even if you didn't want to do it for the normal reasons, your body still craved the release.

It would have been so easy to just give in. Alexia wasn't due home for a few hours, and you were already bleeding. You shook your head, trying to clear your thoughts, picking up the razor and chucking it out of the shower, into the sink. You washed the remaining conditioner from your hair, hands shaking, before shutting the water off and climbing out.

You didn't even want to look at the cut on your shin. It was a combination of reminding you of what you'd done just a few weeks ago, and what you desperately wanted to do right now.

You left the bathroom, getting dressed quickly, before forcing yourself to apply some pressure on the cut. It wasn't deep, or serious by any means, but shins had the tendency to bleed a lot, and if you didn't want to drip blood all over your apartment, you had to do something.

Your hands continued to shake as you held a washcloth over the cut, and you felt your control slipping. You were panicking, and you knew what you should do. What you needed to do. Without letting yourself think too hard, you grabbed your phone off the bed, sitting down on the ground. You clicked Alexia's contact, reminding yourself that she wanted you to call her, she'd told you to call her.

"Hola mi amor! Everything alright?" She asked, clearly trying to mask her alarm at the call from you.

"Yeah, um. I mean, no. I'm sorry. Can you come home? I need you." You said weakly. Alexia's tone shifted instantly, and you heard her tell someone, presumably her sister, that she had to go, before she was speaking to you again.

"Of course, mi amor, I'm leaving right now, I'll be there in 5 minutes. Stay on the phone with me, vale?" She said, and you let out a hum of agreement. She didn't ask you to explain, or ask you what was wrong. She knew that you needed her, and that was enough for her to speed home. The sound of her breathing over the line was enough to keep you grounded, until you heard her shut the car door behind her, rushing up into the house. "I'm coming up, okay? Where are you?"

"Bedroom." You mumbled. You were really starting to panic now, head spinning with anxiety. You heard the front door open and close, and Alexia's fast footsteps as she rushed towards the bedroom. She threw the door open, her phone forgotten in her hand, as her eyes frantically searched for you. The minute her eyes met yours, and flew down to your leg, you realized what it looked like.

"Oh, mi amor," she sighed, and you couldn't help but feel like she was disappointed in you.

"It wasn't on purpose, Ale, I promise, it was an accident," you told her frantically. She moved to sit down next to you, moving your hand away from your shin as she inspected the cut.

"Okay." she said, believing you. Still, you insisted, not really hearing her response.

"I was shaving and the razor slid, I promise, I didn't do it on purpose, Alexia," you cried, and it sounded like you were begging her to believe you. With her free hand, she cupped your cheek, shushing you.

"I believe you, mi amor, it's alright. I'm here, and everything is fine," she told you soothingly. You were still panicking, though, still completely distraught, eyes glued to your shin.

"Look at me, bonita, eyes up here," she said, drawing your attention away from the cut. She gripped your chin gently, holding your gaze there. "Deep breath in, with me," she told you, exaggerating a deep breath. You stumbled over another inhale, but Alexia's attention stayed on you, reminding you when to breathe in and out.

With her help, you managed to calm down. After a minute of following Alexia's breathing, you opened your mouth. You had to be honest, you had to tell her the truth, before you lost your nerve.

"It wasn't on purpose," you said again, and Alexia looked at you sympathetically, nodding her head. "I almost did though, after. I almost did it again," you told her brokenly.

"Okay, mi niña. You didn't though; you called me instead," she reminded you. "You asked for help when it would have been easy not to, and I am so proud of you, bebe," Alexia insisted. You looked at her uncertainly.

"I shouldn't have freaked out, though, I don't know why I did," you reasoned, not really prepared to except her praise. Alexia shook her head, though.

"No, amor, that's not true. What happened before was traumatic, and this was something so similar to that experience; it makes sense that this was really upsetting to you." She sounded so sure, so convinced, you couldn't help but internalize her words, just a little.

"I'm sorry you had to leave dinner," you told her quietly, still feeling incredibly guilty.

"Don't be sorry. I want you to call me when you need me, no matter what I'm doing," she replied. Her words made you feel so loved, but at the same time, you felt so unworthy of that love.

"You're too good to me. I don't deserve you," you mumbled attempting to slightly farther from her. She reached out to stop your movements, lips pursed in dissatisfaction. She hated that you didn't see yourself the way she did; that you didn't recognize that every hard moment was worth it, because the good you brought her was unmeasurable.

"You deserve good, y/n. You deserve everything good. Even when it's hard to accept, even when you don't feel like it. You always deserve to be treated with love, and care, and patience," she paired her words with an arm wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you to lean against her chest, until you were enveloped by her soft sweater, by her comforting scent. "I'd sit with you here for as long as you need me. I love you, and I'm always going to love you, even when you don't feel like you deserve it," she promised.

You tried to burn her words into your memory. You didn't want to ever forget them. Not the way she said them, her chest vibrating under your ear, or the way she spoke slowly, wanting you to hear every sentence.

Leaning up, you softly kissed Alexia's pillowy lips. It was slow, and somehow meaningful. It communicated how thankful you were for her words, for how patient she was with you. She kissed you back, cradling your face like it was breakable, lips moving against yours perfectly. You broke apart after a minute, and you looked up at her, at the adorable way she her eyes crinkled slightly when they met yours.

'Thank you for being here," you said.

"Always," she replied, without hesitation. She'd promised it before, but something about this time was different. You believed her.

-----

soft alexia <3

[sl-vega]

meet the crew!-introducing: the fans

beidou-owner of the CRUX music store/live house, and your second mom. She opened up the shop when you were seven, and since then, the two of you have been inseparable. She's C✧LESTIA's biggest supporter and the CRUX is your go-to venue for gigs. Despite the live house being small, it's gained a small following of loyal fans and customers. With it's charm and feel-good vibes, Beidou is proud to say that's she's the captain.

jean-owner of the Favonius live house and an agent for the WINDBLUME talent agency. 5WIRL usually practices and preforms at Favonius, and Jean has already made some offers to some of the members (mainly Venti and Scaramouche.)

nahida-scara's neighbour and honourary older sister. She may be young, but she's incredibly intelligent. Everyone in 5WIRL adores her and she's their #1 fan, (Aether says that she could easily be their manager if something bad happened to him). Nahida is one of the few people that Scaramouche has let close to his heart (yes he actually has one, shocker)

charlotte-a fellow classmate of yours, and editor of the school's newspaper. Charlotte's a journalist and a photographer, and she hopes to go pro one day. She's already scored an internship with the Steambird, a well-known newspaper, and she's already got some job offers as a photographer for semi-famous fashion companies. When she's not trying to make a name for herself in the world of journalism, she's taking photos of C✧LESTIA and 5WIRL.

yae miko-a famous model and a family friend of Scara's. Miko models for his mother's cosmetics company, which Scaramouche hates because he already has to see her enough at home, now her face is plastered over every ad he sees.

raiden ei-scaramouche's mother (though he prefers the term "legal gaurdian") and the CEO of Raiden Cosmetics, a successful make-up and fashion company. Her twin sister, Makoto, was once that CEO, but due to her unfortunate passing, Ei had to take over.

additional notes:

-FINAL PROFILES OUT

-I CAN START THE PLOT YOU GUYS

-i don't wanna say anything else cuz i might spoil some things

-but i'll give you a little hint of what's to come:

-mommy issues

-yeah that should be self-explanatory

-i kid you not i forgot what a live house was while i was typing this

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Pairing: [BASSIST!] Scaramouche x [GUITARIST!] Reader

Genre: rivals/enemies to lovers, rivals to friends to lovers, fluff, crack (?), comedy, angst (?), slowburn, high school au, band au, modern au, social media au, smau

Synopsis: You're the lead guitarist for your band, C✧LESTIA and Scaramouche is the bassist of 5WIRL. The two of your bands have a friendly rivalry, but you and Scaramouche don't. On top of being academic rivals, you and him have never been on good terms. Always one-upping each other in grades and in music. Even your bandmates have grown tired of your constant bickering with each other. But when your usual practice hub gets flooded, you and the rest of C✧LESTIA are forced to find a new place to rehearse. So when 5WIRL offers to share their studio with you who are you to refuse? Of course, this forces you to spend time with your sworn rival whether you like it or not. But maybe the two of you can overcome your differences and actually be friends?

Or maybe even more?

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[astyrial]

mistaken treasures suna rintarō x gn!reader (fluff) synopsis: you find something in suna’s closet word count: 1k warnings: nickname (love) masterlist | requests are open

    "wait, can you say that again?" you set aside your laptop, your fingers fumbling with your phone as you attempt to get it onto speakerphone. 

  suna seems to pause for a second, someone talking on the other end of the phone to him. it sounds oddly like washio, one his teammates that have been playing with him for a few years now. then a coach yells from afar and you can barely make out the 'the game starts in an hour!'

  you raise an eyebrow at the phone, still waiting for him to finally say something to you. "uh- sorry, i think i left my spare jersey there, the one with reverse colors," you can practically hear the complete disrepair of disappointment in his voice. 

  "oh so is the home team yellow?" you question, standing up and making your way to your bedroom. 

  the two of you had been sharing the apartment for a year now, having dated for two. while he has his own apartment closer to where he plays, suna never actually uses it. you've been telling him that he should just not renew it and move in with you, considering most of his stuff is already here. but he's always been resistant.

  you never understood why, but figured maybe he just didn't want to drive all of the way after late games. so, you assume his jersey is at your shared apartment. suna gives off a short laugh, "unfortunately yes. we're being forced to wear the white ones, so if you find it that would be amazing, love."

  love, the nickname whirls through your head as if he hadn't been calling you that for forever now. you give a small smile before opening the door to his closet. inside is an array of clothing that slowly migrated its way to your place. some classier clothes, some outfits for him to wear to practices.

  your eyes look over all of the clothes, "babe, i don't see it anywhere... mmh maybe you dropped it." 

  you crouch down, voices rambling over the phone as you push some things around to find the missing jersey. in desperation, you pick up a box that was flipped upside down. beneath it, instead of a white jersey, is a box with a piece of paper below it. 

  "a ring?!" you nearly shout, and suddenly you remember suna is on the other line. a sense of confusion and curiosity overcomes you, your mind immediately wonders if it's what you think it is. 

  you grab the small box, listening to see if the love of your life somehow heard. when he doesn't say anything (still talking to his teammates), you open the box and indeed see a beautiful ring. it's subtle, not too showy, which you've talked to suna about before. you then grab the piece of paper and see a somewhat childish list written down...

  1. invite y/n to every game   2. leave most of my things at their apartment   3. get engaged   4. move in permanently   5. get married

  one and two are both crossed out, and the third one has a little circle on the number. you bring your hand up to your forehead with your mouth hanging ajar. of course you want to get married with suna, he is so different from when the two of you first met. but in such a phenomenal way. 

  your surprise quickly turns into happiness as you smile, scrunching up your nose. "y/n, love, you there?" 

  there goes his nicknames again, his voice bringing you back down from the mysterious area of cloud nine. you quickly close the ring box and stuff it back under the box with the paper that oh so warms your heart. "yeah, i don't see it. are you sure you didn't leave it in your car?" 

  suna sighs, clearly frustrated, "could you check the bedside table before i head out to the car? i know you were planning on finishing up some things before heading out, so i apologize."

  "it's alright rin, you know it is," with your eyes still wide, you crawl over to his bedside table and opening the bottom drawer. and sure enough there it sits, "it's here, i'll finish this email after the game. i'll head down now, it's close to this apartment, right?"

  suna groans after his coach shouts something else and then quickly brings his attention back to you. "yeah, i sent you the address earlier, you're the best partner ever," your ears perk up at the sound of partner, hopefully soon to be fiancé...

  you open up your text messages while slipping on shoes and your jacket, your ejp team shirt already on, "well if you say so.. i'll see you in like thirty minutes?? i love you."

  "i love you too, love," suna then hangs up the phone with the sound of washio calling him over for what seems to be some drill or something.

  in a moment of weakness, you set down your phone and jump up and down for a second, the most annoying scream ever coming out. you take in a deep sigh and bring your hand up to your cheek, completely taken aback by the thought of marrying rintarō suna. 

  you shake your head, nearly believing it to be your imagination. a part of you wants to run back and look at the ring again, imagine your futures together. but right now the very amazing boyfriend of yours needs a jersey that is crucial for him to actually play. 

  with his jersey in hand you make your way through the apartment and exit the front door. you lock it behind you and bite your lip, unsure what to even say to him when you see him. obviously you don't want to ruin it and tell him you know. but also you wanna wrap your arms around him and scream for the whole world to know.

  but for now you just make your way to your car, knowing you'll absolutely call your closest friend as soon as you hit the gas.

[l1ve-l4ugh-lov3craft]

Okay @thatoneslytherinnerd bullied me into posting my writing online, so here's a blurb from a jegulus Queen Charlotte au idea had forever ago. I don't...know how to explain the context of this without major spoilers for the Queen Charlotte show, but basically James we getting tortured by this guy who was supposed to be his doctor. But Regulus didn't know...until he did. And he found out and the result is this blurb I drafted up :)

Enjoy (or don't)

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“You’re Highness, I must insist-”

“Doctor let us inspect the situation we have on our hands,” Regulus said evenly, “You have been performing experimental methods of healing on the heir to the British throne; you have nearly driven him to madness, and heaven knows what other horrors you have wreaked on his body. You have been discovered by the husband of the heir to the throne, who is choosing to let you go and inflict your monstrous practices on some other innocent, when what he truly would like to do is hang you where you stand.” 

The doctor looked terrified as Regulus levelled him with a venomous gaze. “All of this presented as it stands, I would say it is in your best interests to pack your things and leave. Immediately. Before I am suddenly overcome with clarity of mind and amend my decision.”

The doctor did not waste any time after that. He nodded frantically and all but scrambled down the palace steps towards the servants quarters most likely to do exactly as he had been advised.

Before he could escape earshot however, Regulus called to him once more, “Oh and doctor,” he said, unable to help his delight in the anxious way the man turned back around to face him.

“It is in both our best interest and yours for you to stay as far from the palace as possible.” Regulus told him, “You are, undoubtedly, the most sorry excuse of a human being this world has ever had the misfortune of accommodating, and should fate be vile enough to put your wretched, loathsome face in my line of sight again, I can promise you fortune will not be on your side.” 

He meant it, and he knew that everything both on his face and in his voice made sure the doctor understood that completely. 

The doctor managed one final terrified nod and a hurried bow that he overcompensated and nearly fell to the floor performing. Regulus spent no extra time watching him go. He whirled around heading immediately back into the palace.

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It's just a dialogue blip, and maybe I'll post the other bit I have another time if people don't hate this one. But yeah, there you go :)

[wyvchard]

What Part of "No" Do You Not Understand?

Inspired by this thread.

Agent Phoenix is quite annoyed at the fact a certain actor can't take "no" for an answer.

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Agent Phoenix took a deep breath as they leaned back onto the chair, prayer slipping from their lips like a lifeline.

"Dear Heavenly Father, grant Your child aid in this trying time. My flesh is weak and I need strength to overcome this."

"Oh, Agent. That's quite an adorable prayer. But you're not going to get away with that easily." He took a few steps closer, a smug grin on his face as he anticipates their resolve falling any time soon.

"You and I both know I can and I will get away that easily." They narrowed their eyes at him as they gently rubbed their wrists as soon as they cut the ropes. "Please step away before I give into the temptation."

"And why should I do that, agent? Hmmm?" He watched in amusement as they took down the jammer and lasers. He stepped closer, causing them to back away until they reached the wall.

"Please shut up before I do something stupid. Don't. Do. This. No! I mean it!" Their tone was laced with a plea, only for his ego to grow bigger.

"You won't be doing something stupid. Just let what you feel out." He felt satisfied seeing them squirm. Yet, instead of feeling them melt under the touch of his hand, he felt a sharp sting on his cheek.

"What part of 'No!' do you not understand, Mr. Juniper?"

"I didn't even touch your cheek yet. Or any part of you."

"That still doesn't count."

"Normally, people would melt at these kinds of situations. You didn't... feel anything?"

"Other than my gut instinct to punch you? Nothing." He felt incredulous, seeing someone stare at him with complete disgust. "I get that you're quite a sight and all and you do have a knack for directing heart racing scenes but what else? You're too overrated in my opinion. But then again, standing alone on stage with that much people is a skill. So points for you there, I guess. Some people do that every day on Sunday so it's not really special."

"Why are you immune to my charms? I'm an incubus. How on earth?" He was staring at them like he just heard the trumpets and they were one of its players.

"I don't know? Who knows? Maybe I got baptized as a baby or something. Does it look like I know? Ah. I'll stop here before I give you an hour long lecture about this. I have a lot of words about it."

John felt himself paralyzed under their intense stare, yet it was different from the usual ones. Far from carnal, it was the gaze of someone examining an object of interest.

"I'm sorry for slapping you hard." The remorse in their voice was enough to give him pause. "You should get that treated."

"You... aren't... looking at me like-"

"Why would I?" The disgust returned with full force. "You're a person too. And I really should apologize to that sweet old lady who told me that Hollywood is dangerous. If they let an incubus like you run around, how many more of you are out there?"

"Can I take you out on a date?"

"Absolutely not."

"Why wouldn't you? You're the first to view me as more than a sex object. Literally."

"You need better people to be around. Seriously. You do."

"And where would I find these kinds of people anyway?"

"Probably people who are too busy surviving to care about those things. I don't know. I'm too focused on stopping Zoraxis to actually give you an answer."

A sharp click interrupted the conversation coupled by a clearing of the throat.

"Agent, I see you're doing alright." Reginald gave them a gentle smile, yet clearly worried at the marks on their wrist.

"Wait. If I say I'm switching sides, will the agency consider it?"

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I had fun with this. XD Please excuse any out of character moments.

@definitelyunhingedagentphoenix, @sml8180, I hope you enjoy this. I took the idea and practically sprinted with it. XD

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[actualbird]

do you have any advice for overcoming awkwardness when writing smut? I don’t get awkward *reading* smut and thinking of writing smut fics, but when I actually sit down and write smut fics I get so awkward and feel embarrassed!! There’s no shame in writing it of course, but I specifically feel shame and im often like “agh it’s so awkward writing this level of intimacy!!”

hi anon!!! and ohhh......im not sure if my answer is gonna be helpful, because it's more of a mindset thing than it is a concrete/tangible writing tip but like

just treat smut like how you would treat any other type of story

because it is! smut is just another kind of story. some people like it, some people dont. same goes for sex. some people like it, some people dont, and while sex is an intimate act, it doesnt always have to be as well. theres friends with benefits, theres sexually active aromantic people, theres people who have sex for the fun of it. essentially, sex is like......every other act. meaning can be attached to it or not, the same way you'd attach meaning or not to the mundane act of like, eating a cake.

i think im getting off topic here kBLKSJFD but like. at least for me, what helped was stopping myself from putting smut on some kind of Special Pedestal with Different Rules. at the end of the day, it's...just another story. so i treat it like how i treat writing any other story.

mindset things aside, here are some other tips off the top of my head that might help

if the problem is intimacy, try writing other scenes that have deep physically intimate connotations. like a bubble bath together, or sharing a first kiss, or giving each other a massage. this can help in getting comfortable with writing intimacy in general, so when you take the intimacy up a notch for smut, it isn't as jarring or like you're jumping into the deep end immediately. ease your way in

if the problem is explicit-ness, i'd suggest not writing E rated fic right away and maybe starting with what would be rated M instead (going by ao3 ratings). if ever you arent familiar with the difference, this post is my FAVORITE post on differentiating M and E smut, please read it, ive screencapped it below for ease of reference.

essentially the difference is in the amount of detail and scene expansion, and with this in mind, M rated situations can be a nice training ground for working up to writing E rated situations. same rationale as my previous tip: if diving in head first is hard, then ease your way into it

another tip i have thats more collaborative is: if by any chance uve got a friend/s who you discuss fanfic ideas with.....talk about your smut ideas with them too. bounce the idea around with another person, i feel this helps make any fic idea (not just smut) much less intimidating while also having the extra bonus of fleshing out the idea even more

last tip: practice!!! you can write snippets or short scenes of smut little by little and, as the saying goes, everything gets easier with practice. not just the act itself, but also the attitude of going into it. with enough practice you'll just end up so used to writing smut that eventually you'll forget to be awkward or embarrassed about it

i realize that i just said a bunch kLJBSJD so i'll end this ask here. i hope some part of it is helpful to you!! and i wish you the best on your smut writing journey :D

[loveisanimaginarydagger3000]

I'll Smile Too

Inspired by the quote 'And she smiled, maybe not at me, but after all this time she still smiled, so I smiled too'

Rating: General | Word Count: 1.08k | Warnings: Angst, unrequited love

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Wanda Maximoff had a tragic life, there was no debating that. It pained you to see such a caring and kind individual being hurt in so many ways over and over again, so you made it your mission to make sure you saw that perfect smile as much as possible.

The friendship started when you were the only Avenger who was willing to approach her after the events of Sokovia, everyone else still on edge about her powers and allegiance after the whole ordeal with Ultron. You, however, disregarded all the warnings the team told you, grabbing a plate of food for the young witch and knocking on her door rather timidly.

You were a mess, an awkward, shy mess, but you didn't care as you eventually managed to persuade her to let you in, offering to be a shoulder to cry on. You sat in silence for a large amount of time during the first meeting, both of you simply watching the sitcom she put on until she felt like opening up to you, a strange feeling of trust brewing between you, allowing her to express her concerns and worries. You listened attentively, offering advice wherever you could, knowing that the grief she would be feeling after her brother wouldn't just vanish, and she was extremely appreciative of your thoughtfulness.

Hours of spending time together turned into days, then weeks, then months until you were renowned as a duo within the team. Wherever the young witch was, you were there too, ensuring you heard the angelic laugh you were slowly falling in love with.

No one made a comment to start with on how you seemed to look at the witch, admiration swirling within your eyes while you would gaze at her with an enamoured stare, clearly having fallen deeply in love with her, without even realising.

The realisation only came when Natasha had had enough of you being so oblivious to your feelings, opening your eyes up to the reality of your situation. You were in love with Wanda and there was nothing you could, or want, to do to stop it.

On multiple occasions you rehearsed different ways you would ask the brunette to go on a date with you, each time the enticing green just staring at you in curiosity as you would back out, far too nervous to risk your friendship on a simple question. Instead, you would blush profoundly, muttering how it was nothing before moving the conversation swiftly on to something ridiculous to make her laugh and forget about your cowardness.

The time you had managed to overcome your fear of rejection, thanks to many pep talks from Natasha, you were walking with Wanda in the forest of the compound, making your way to your favourite spot together. It was easy, all you had to do was ask her, 'would you like to go on a date with me?', it couldn't possibly go that wrong, could it?

It seemed it could.

You didn't even get a chance to ask her when she turned to you excitedly, the sudden skip in her step making sense when she couldn't stop talking about what Vision had just asked her.

"Vision asked me out on a date!" she exclaimed, her smile practically reaching her ears while a small blush appeared on her cheeks as she gushed about how romantic the robot was when he asked her, how he seemed to do everything perfectly.

You couldn't do anything but nod along with her, trying to seem excited for her when your heart seemed to splinter with every praising word she spoke about the synthezoid.

On the walk back, you tried to piece it all back together like a broken puzzle for her sake, desperately trying to keep it together as she was smiling like she had never before, her green eyes sparkling with a newfound joy.

That's all you had ever wanted, you just wished it was because of you.

Natasha watched you with a sympathetic look as you watched your bestfriend slip away from you, falling deeply in love with Vision as they stood at the kitchen together, the angelic laughter spilling freely from her lips at his awful attempt at paprikash.

It physically hurt to watch them being together but you pushed it all down because you loved her. You loved her so much that you ignored the heavy weight in your chest, all that mattered was that she was happy.

You were snapped out of your reminiscent of the past by Natasha moving to stand next to you at the back of the hall, her arm wrapping comfortingly over your shoulder as you stared ahead, swallowing the lump that had formed in your throat.

"If you want to leave, I'll come up with an excuse for you, she'll understand," whispered the redhead, her free hand smoothing out her dress as the priest at the front started his speech.

"I'm fine," you whispered back, voice wavering far more than the Russian's as your gaze was firmly locked on the figure at the front of the room, her striking green peering up at the man she loved, her lips stretched into a wide grin as she could barely contain her excitement.

You admired the white dress that perfectly adorned her body, your mind replaying the memories all those years ago when she told you about her dream wedding, you doing the same but imagining you were up there with her, not him.

"I'm sorry," Natasha quietly murmurs, pulling your body closer to hers in a comforting manner, the piercing pain in your heart ignoring the kind gesture.

"It's ok," you say but she knows you don't truly mean the words, you're only saying it for her. "She's happy with him, you know that's all I've ever wanted for her," you say, gaze lowering when they announce 'You may kiss the bride', only raising it once the rest of the people in the room stopped cheering in celebration of their marriage.

"She's smiling, Nat," your tone softer and more heartfelt than before, Natasha turning to you, nothing but sympathy written across her face, "Maybe it's not at me but, after all this time, she's still smiling, so I'll smile too." After your confession, you do as you say, a small smile finding its way to your lips as you watch the new bride and groom walk hand in hand down the path, her eyes meeting yours one last time before she leaves the room as well as your heart.

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I'm not paying for anyone's therapy btw

I hope you enjoyed :) 

Please leave any thoughts/comments/votes <3 They really mean a lot to me!

Ao3- LoveIsAnImaginaryDagger 

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[bloodyknucklesforme]

Keep Me Warm | Soap x Nina

Johnny gets back from a mission and is more clingy than normal

CW: smut, mostly comfort, cockwarming on a physical and emotional level

Nina always made sure it was special, his first night back after weeks apart. Clean sheets, candles, the way she practically bathed in vanilla lotion. She'd worn a baby blue matching lingerie set that he took his time taking off of her.

"You're gorgeous," He smiled softly, loving the way a blush covered her body. He laid soft kisses down her stomach. "I missed you."

Her heels dug into his lower back while her nails scratched up and down his shoulders. He was buried to the hilt inside of her. Their foreheads pressed together.

"JohnnyJohnnyJohnnyJohnny." Her nails cut in with every repetition of his name. He loved it.

"I love you." He caught her lips. He never felt close enough. His hands on her hips holding her flush to him. It wasn't enough to have her tongue in his mouth or feel her clenching around him. He didn't want to let go. If he let go, he'd have to leave again. Maybe not tomorrow or the day after but sometime soon. "Imissedyousofuckingmuch."

Her high-pitched whimpers spurred him further, pulling one out with every thrust. She tightened around him, squirming in his grip.

"Harder, Neen. Please," he urged as her nails left red trails. He wanted to remember her for days, weeks after this moment. Every time he flexed or showered he wanted to feel the sweet sting again. "Cum for me. Cum on my cock."

Her eyes rolled back as she cried out his name. He'd have bruises from her heels the next morning.

He panted against her neck, thrusting chaotically, unable to keep a rhythm anymore. He was close. He tangled a hand in her hair and buried his face in her neck, letting the smell of vanilla overcome his senses.

"Nina...fuck...oh fuck... Nina," he whimpered. He pushed himself fully inside her, filling her. Sweat dripped from his forehead. He framed his arms around her head to hold off his weight as he collapsed.

"You good?" He asked, pushing her hair from her face.

"Yeah," She scratched his scalp. He went to sit up and then stopped.

"Could I..umm...could I stay inside you?" He asked, brushing his lips against her jaw almost embarrassed. She giggled softly and kissed his scalp.

"Yeah... I'd like that." She wrapped her arms around him wordlessly, moving her hips for them to both find a comfortable position.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"I just missed ya."

"You're crying." She cupped his cheek and pulled his gaze to hers. She wasn't wrong. He took her hand in his and squeezed. He wanted to rememeber every part of her, down to the lines on her palm.

"I missed ya so fucking much," He kissed her, ignoring the tears coming down his cheeks. "I think about ya every day, all the time. Before I met you I felt like I was getting cold. I didn't care if anything happened to me. Then I met some weird and pretty girl that I had to pretend was my wife for a week. I fell in love with you not just because you're beautiful and funny and smart and kind but you make me want to live and keep living. You keep me warm, Neen."

She wrapped her legs back around his waist. He felt her shudder underneath him as she joined him in crying.

He kissed her cheeks. He memorized every detail of her face over and over. His Nina. She saved him.

"I'm always scared that I'm not going to get better or that I'll actually worse," Nina cried, clinging to him tighter. "I feel so broken sometimes and I'm afraid that you'll get sick of me and leave. I feel like I don't deserve you or you deserve someone better."

John held her face firmly, rubbing her tears away.

"I know you have all those voices in your head telling you're not good enough or that there's something wrong with you. Right now I want you to listen to just me: I will never leave you, Nina. I love you more than anything. There is not a future I can imagine where you're not next to me. I don't think I'll ever deserve you. You're beautiful and so smart. You understand me and are so patient even when I beg to keep my cock inside ya because I'm sad."

He stole a kiss as she laughed.

"I want to grow old with ya. Buy a house, have a cat or maybe a kid. I want to watch you write poetry and sleep. I want to dance with you and kiss you. I'll do anything to get that future, you know that right? And if something inside you ever makes you doubt that I want you to tell me and I'll repeat this all over again for you. I will always take care of you, Nina. "

"I love you," she sobbed.

"I love you," He smiled through his own tears. "Let's get cleaned up, yeah?"

He pulled out of her and lifted her up off the bed.

"Hot bath sound nice, don't ya think?"

She nodded and kissed him again.

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Sebek Zivgolt Dorm Uniform Personal Story: Part 3

"There is no time to whine!!!!"

(Part 1) (Part 2) Part 3

[Coliseum – Field]

― The next day, Joint Protection Magic Class, 4th Session

Sebek: It is almost time for our team to present.

Sebek: Are you ready, humans?

Classmate A/B: Yeah…

Sebek: I CAN'T HEAR YOU, HUMAN!!

Classmate A: Who cares about how loud my voice is…? It's not like anything'll change because of how much I shout or anything.

Classmate B: Man, I don't feel like I can pass this assignment if I gotta work with Sebek.

Sebek: You lack the will to win. If you are as you are, there is no way you would be able to win even the easiest battles.

Sebek: You do remember the magic you have been tasked with performing, yes?

Classmate A: I have water, this guy has fire. We're all using magic we're good at, right? Obviously, we can remember that much.

Classmate A: …But dude, was it really okay for us to choose the magic we get to use first?

Classmate B: If we have to have three types of magic, that means you have to use something else.

Classmate B: Kinda means you won't really have the freedom to choose whatever magic you want…

Sebek: No matter. I practice an extensive array of magic every single day!

Sebek: And I am aware that it would be difficult to overcome any weakness in one night.

Sebek: In order to achieve a passing grade, we should take advantage of whatever strengths you already possess.

Classmate A: I-I see…

Classmate B: See, he sounds inspiring, but I know exactly what he's trying to say…

Sebek: Now… WE BEGIN!

Classmate A: Go, water, envelop the doll and stop its movement!

Classmate A: Urgh… It's moving faster than I expected, so my music can't hit it at all!

Classmate B: Mine neither. I can't even get close!

Sebek: That doll is much quicker than I had expected. It also moves akin to a person… This exercise is really invigorating.

Classmate A/B: …

Sebek: Hey, you two, what are you standing around for? We go again! Do not stop until you've hit the target!

Classmate B: But… We don't have much time left, isn't it gonna be impossible for us to clear it?

Classmate A: I knew it, this dysfunctional team wasn't gonna be good enough…

Sebek: SILENCE!! THERE IS NO TIME TO WHINE!!!!

Classmate B: Ack!? You scared me…

Classmate A: You're so loud, man!

Sebek: Humph. You were both showing your loss of conviction, so I was merely shooing it away.

Sebek: No matter how impossible the objective may seem, as long as you never give up, there will always be a means to succeed.

Sebek: To give up only after a few tries like this is absolutely pathetic.

Sebek: Is this the extent of your determination? Do you not have any pride on your name as a student of Night Raven College?

Sebek: IF YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE IN YOURSELF, THEN WHO WILL!?

Classmate A: Sebek… You…

Sebek: I absolutely, definitely must pass this task for the sake of the Young Master, someone who is very, very important to me…

Sebek: Which means that, in the end, the two of you also have the great fortune of acting on behalf of Malleus-sama as well.

Sebek: I CARE NOT IF YOU GIVE UP OR PASS OUT, DO SO AFTER WE SUCCEED IN THIS ENDEAVOR! DO IT FOR MALLEUS-SAMA!

Classmate A: SEBEK, SERIOUSLY!?!

Classmate B: WAS ALL THOSE WORDS JUST FOR YOU AND DRACONIA-SENPAI, HUH!?!

Sebek: Humph. Looks like you've gotten your spirit back.

Classmate B: Huh? Oh, you're right… When I shouted like that, I felt a little bit of energy coursing through me.

Classmate A: There's no way I can let this end with Sebek looking down on me like that… Yeah, I'll do it! Let's go!!

Ace: Wow, Sebek's team suddenly got their second wind. Was that their strategy all along?

Deuce: Yeah, but they're just haphazardly throwing spells around, they're not hitting the doll at all. I wonder what they're gonna do now.

Ace: Who knows, maybe they're just gonna brute force it?

Ace: Well… No matter what kind of magic Sebek uses now, I don't think they'll get anywhere if they're just gonna attack with reckless abandon.

Sebek: …Alright, the team's morale has increased. That is the most important aspect in a real fight.

Sebek: I cannot allow this opportunity to pass. I need to make the decisive strike now…

Sebek: …There!

Sebek: Hey, human! Send your fire magic to that puddle over there!

Classmate A: That puddle…? Oh you mean the one from the attack I missed earlier?

Classmate B: Man, I'm starting to get used to Sebek's commands… Fine, I just gotta do it, right? Hah!!

Ace: Woah, that's a ton of steam! It's gotten so white, I can't see a thing in front of me…!

Sebek: Right, here is my chance!

Sebek: If it is a precise copy of how a person would act, then if it were to be robbed of its senses the same as any real person, then it shouldn't be able to move.

Sebek: This was a fascinating exercise, but…

Sebek: It was rather fortuitous for me that this was not a mere target, but rather a humanoid one.

Sebek: If this were a test that focused only on one's magical strength, it may have been rather difficult, but… I am more than capable of any kind of training towards people!

Sebek: I will have you perish here, all for Malleus-sama!

Sebek: TAKE THIS!!!

Ace: Dude, Sebek's magic just hit it directly… And the doll broke! Wait, was he just waiting for his chance the whole time?

Deuce: Isn't Sebek the first one to actually break the target with a single hit? That's amazing…!

Sebek: …I will now read the critique the professor gave our team.

Classmate A/B: Gulp…

Sebek: "…Despite the initial slow magical attacks, and the many issues with actual control of your magic, the indominable spirit you all showed in the second half to come back full force was impressive."

Sebek: "Taking into account that the team each used one of three different types of magic and destroyed the target, as assigned…"

Sebek: "You all pass."

Classmate A/B: H-HOORAY!!!

Sebek: But it wasn't a perfect score, hm… There is still much room to grow, myself included.

Classmate A: You're just gonna mutter to yourself while we're trying to celebrate? Man, you really need to learn how to read the room.

Classmate A: But hey… Honestly, hearing you say that kinda put me in a good mood. In a good and a bad way, I guess.

Classmate A: Thanks.

Classmate B: Yeah. I think I might understand why you're always shouting all the time, too.

Sebek: …I see. I will say that the two of you did a good job this time, as well.

Sebek: You showed me what spirit you actually have. Not bad for humans.

Classmate A: Heheh, it actually feels kinda weird when Sebek's being open like this…

Sebek: Although, if it had just been myself, I would have been able to do such a simple task in half the time it took us this time.

Classmate B: Haaah!? Weren't you just saying that we all worked hard together to get that passing grade!?

Sebek: Huh? I never said such a thing. Your hard work, and my ability are two separate things.

Sebek: This time, I simply complied to the tasked assigned to me. I would have been able to do it by my lonesome, without any help from you humans!!

Classmate A: I think I regret thanking you…

Classmate B: I take back everything good I just thought about you! Sebek, you really gotta do something about that attitude of yours!

[Courtyard]

―After school, same day

Sebek: Young Master, today I alone will be escorting you.

Sebek: I AM AT YOUR SERVICE!

Malleus: Right.

Malleus: …Ah, I heard that you passed your assignment in the joint protection magic class today.

Sebek: Eh!? H-How did you come to know of that, sir?

Malleus: I met with Lilia and Silver on the way here. I heard from the both of them.

Malleus: You've grown well, Sebek.

Sebek: M-Malleus-sama…!

Sebek: …Far from it. This assignment was a mere trifle.

Sebek: As long as it is for you, Malleus-sama… No matter where life may take us, everything I, Sebek, do is for you!

(Part 1) (Part 2) Part 3

[toreii]

Lost in the Book with Stitch part 37

Disclaimer: This is a fan translation. I apologize for any mistakes. I’m by no means fluent in Japanese, but I try my best. Please, support the official translation when it comes out. Be kind and friendly, and feel free to support me by donating a ko-fi if you’d like. Link is in my description!

Uninhabited Island - Cottage

Floyd: “I’m full, I’m full. What do we do after this? We still have time until sunset.”

Floyd: “Should we rest early? Or, do we want to get into Gantu’s place and quickly collect parts?”

Lilia: “No……Floyd. You’ve forgotten what’s important.”

Floyd: “What’s important?”

Lilia: “That’s right. Besides the campfire…no, more than the campfire!”

Lilia: “On an uninhabited island! On an island in the middle of summer! Here and now! There's something left to do!”

Floyd: “Eh, what is it? I feel like I already did most of the things on the beach…”

Lilia: “There are other things to do on the beach!”

Lilia: “SEA BATHING, SEA BATHING!”

Floyd: “Huh~? Sea bathing?”

Floyd: “Doesn’t that just mean swimming in the sea?”

Ace: “Well…that’s a vague way of saying it.”

Floyd: “I’ll pass. It’s fine if I’m catching fish, but there’s no fun in swimming in a human body that’s difficult to swim in.”

Azul: “I also don’t feel like doing that. Isn’t the sea dangerous for everyone, including us?”

Azul: “Unlike myself, all sea creatures are ruthless. It's not something you should go out of your way to enjoy.”

Lilia: “Wouldn’t it be nice if you could go with me without saying that? Show me how a mermaid swims.”

Azul: “…Lilia-san, you really want swim in the sea.”

Lilia: “Actually, I’ve never gone sea bathing before.”

Jack: “What, you’ve never swam before? You’ve never played in the sea even once?”

Lilia: “Nuh-uh. There’s nothing to block the sunlight in the sea. I’m not good with sunlight, so it’s difficult to stay active for long periods of time.”

Lilia: “That’s why I’ve been holding back until now…”

Lilia: “I can do that on this mysterious island without getting dizzy from the sun. I would love to play in the sea!”

Riddle: “Hm…actually, I also have never played in the sea.”

Riddle: “It may be a good experience to try it up to my shoulders once.”

Ace: “Trying it up to your shoulders. It’s not a hot spring.”

Grim: “Still, it’s much better to play in the sea than to seriously be working. I want to go, too!”

Ace: “Well, certainly... we’ve gathered enough food, and the cottage has been repaired, so maybe it's time to play?”

Stitch: *Whimpers*

Riddle: “Oh, Stitch. What’s wrong?”

Jack: “He was happily swallowing the fish a while ago, but suddenly he looked sad.”

Azul: “Stitch can’t swim.”

Lilia: “I thought he could do anything, but there are things even Stitch can’t do.”

Jack: “You might be able to overcome it with practice. It was the same for me and my younger siblings.”

Jack: “If you're motivated, we can teach you in the ocean...”

Stitch: *Growls*

Jack: “W-What!? He’s growling again. Do you hate swimming that much?”

Lilia: “Hmm. Rather than saying that he doesn’t like it, he may not be able to accept the water itself.”

Lilia: “Is there no water in space? Or, is it because of his molecular structure that it can’t live in water?”

Floyd: “It’s hard to say. But, his body isn’t made of stone or metal, is it?”

Floyd: “Why don't you just get in the water and try it out? I'll watch over you this time.”

Azul: “Stop trying to restrain him! If something were to happen to Stitch-san, we won’t be able to repair the spaceship.”

Floyd: “No. It's an uninhabited island surrounded by the sea, so it would be bad if he fell again like he did earlier.”

Floyd: “In that case, it's better to practice while you have someone to help you in case something happens, right?”

Jack: “WHY ARE YOU SAYING SUCH THINGS AT THIS TIME!?”

Stitch: *Growls*

Ace: “Wait a moment!”

To be continued…

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Part 22

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Pairing: Syverson x ofc

Series summary: Life with Sy, what more can you wish for? The most amazing husband and father to a whole litter of cute little kids... Sometimes you wonder "how did you get here?"

Chapter warnings: None? Some more angst, maybe? Fluff warning? Idk?

Word count: 1.2k

A/N: It's unbelievable that I now owe up to part 28 of this story. I'm sorry I've been out of it for so long, I'll try to get the next part here a bit faster! @keanureevesisbae There you go, we're out of angst. ❤️

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“Sy?” You turned around when you heard the door to the bedroom open. The room was cold, even under the blankets, and you were alone. Where was Sy? Was he seriously not coming to bed because of that fight?

“Lara?” That wasn’t Sy. It was Jules. Why was she in your bedroom? And more importantly: Why wasn’t Sy? The duvet you were under seemed to get colder with every passing second, until you finally threw it off you, but the air of the room wasn’t much better. You were overcome by involuntary, violent shivers you couldn’t control.

“Jules? What’s going on, where is Sy?” Outside your window, it was pitch black. It had to be the middle of the night. Why was Jules here at this time of night?

“You have to come with me.” Her voice was weird, flat, and her eyes were empty, as if no one was really there. From the hallway, a cold light lit up your room enough to see there were tears on her cheeks. It had to be bad.

“Jules, what’s happening?” Your voice trembled with terror, but it was nothing compared to what you were actually feeling.

“You have to come with me,” she said again, her voice cold and emotionless. Was she shocked? Afraid of something? You wanted to scooch across Sy’s side of the bed, but instead your leg fell over the edge of… it clearly wasn’t your bed; it was only half the size. Strange. You followed Jules out of the room into a long hallway, cold light, emanated by the fluorescent ceiling lights, bouncing off the walls and floors. This definitely wasn’t your home… It looked more like… A hospital?

“Jules where are we? Where are we going?” “You have to come with me.” It was starting to sound extremely creepy, and it stopped you dead in your tracks.

“Jules,” you demanded, “I’m not coming with you until you tell me what the fuck is going on.”

“There’s been an accident.”

Your eyes opened with tears in them, but you weren’t able to keep them there for long. All it took for them to stream down your face freely was your instinctive move of extending a hand to your right – where Sy was supposed to be sleeping. Except he wasn’t there. In a split second, you were out of bed, out of the room, and flying down the stairs as if your life depended on it. It wasn’t even a relief when you heard the sound that came from the TV in the living room.

“Sugar?” Sy said, definitely sounding more than a little surprised when you dove into his arms. “Darlin’, what’s going on?” He wrapped his arms around you, and you buried your face in his chest. You couldn’t speak, you could barely even breathe: You were simply too busy crying hysterically and clinging to Sy as if he was singlehandedly responsible for keeping you alive. He didn’t speak again until you had calmed down a bit, at which point you apologized a thousand times in a row for your hysterics.

“I had a really bad dream,” you sighed, “I’m sorry.” You couldn’t tell him what it was about. It was pathetic that you needed a dream to realize that a life without Sy would be horrible. Of course, he wouldn’t take no for an answer, even if it meant he had to practically pull the answer out of you – and he did.

“Oh, Sugar,” he chuckled, “I’m right here, not goin’ anywhere.” He gently ran his fingers through your hair, playing with the curls offhandedly as he did.

“I can’t lose you Sy, ever,” you mumbled into his chest, “you mean too much to me.”

“Do I?” You told yourself a million times that he wasn’t asking the question to be mean, or to get you to say something you weren’t ready to say, but you knew you had to give him something. All the feelings were there, why couldn’t you just say the words?

“Sy… You’re my first boyfriend, this is the first time I’m living with someone, and… Everything is happening so incredibly fast… It feels great, I have absolutely zero regrets, and I guess it’s just a little hard to admit to myself I’m really doing the right thing. Because I genuinely believe that, Sy.” It was almost impossible to fight back the tears, impossible to feel as if you weren’t just looking for excuses, but you had to explain. “I- My future has you in it, all the way to the end if it were up to me.”

“Part of it is up to you, Sugar,” Sy said. He was still holding you, the weight of his arms comforting around you, but you just knew you two weren’t completely in the clear yet. “I see a wedding in our future, baby. Ours, in case I didn’t make myself clear.” You laughed through your tears when he said it.

“So… House, wife, kids, the whole nine?” If someone had told you half a year ago that you’d be living with a guy – and not just any guy, but the love of your life – before the end of the year, you’d have laughed in their face. Yet here you were, curled up in Sy’s lap, feeling safer in his arms than you’d ever felt in your entire life.  

“That’s the dream,” he answered with a smile. You’d have laughed at that same person if they’d also told you that all of a sudden, you’d want to give a man a whole bunch of kids, but here you were… Somehow, his next words made you love him even more: “But Sugar, I ain’t talkin’ about no kids yet. We’ve got plenty of time.”  

Sy carried you back to the bedroom and tossed you back on your bed. You shivered as you remembered the dream from before, but that all went away the second Sy joined you, and he pulled you against him as he always did.

“I’m really sorry, Sy,” you said for the millionth time tonight, and he laughed.

“Me too, darlin’,” he said before kissing your neck – which was mostly ‘tickle neck with beard’ at this point, as he’d found out it would make you squirm. “I tend to forget we’re goin’ a mile a minute.”

“I wouldn’t change a single thing, Sy,” you sighed as you nestled yourself into his chest, still wondering why it was so hard to just… Everything changed when he did what he always did; the not-at-all-subtle signature titty-grab that he swore was absolutely necessary for him to get a good night's sleep. “I love you.”

He didn’t say anything for a moment, which made you afraid you’d fucked up royally. Suddenly, you wondered if it was too soon to say stuff like that, but after four months of dating… Did you wait too long? In your defense, he hadn’t said it, either? Maybe you were just overth-

“You’re overthinkin’ this, Sugar.” You could tell he was smiling, even if you couldn’t see him. “I love you, too.”

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I really want to talk about c!Prime in Bedrock Bros arc now it's literally one of my favorite arcs

Like c!Tommy during his first trip back to L'manberg with c!Techno seeing the Final Control Room again and immediately getting triggered into a panic attack + a whole crisis about c!Dream and just "Where's Dream where's Dream I need my friend Dream" and "But he cared for me, he cared for me-" like he wasn't literally the one who murdered c!Tommy in there-

And c!Dream's first visit when c!Tommy is just absolutely terrified of him but also like... almost desperate to see him again to the point of practically sabotaging himself. And c!Dream already knowing he was there anyway bc he was creeping around in Logstedshire earlier but like, pretending not to? Maybe putting on that whole concerned act (or maybe not an act) specifically to lull c!Tommy into a false sense of security. Maybe even waiting to see if c!Tommy gives in to the exile conditioning and hands himself over.

"On one hand he tortured me, but on the other hand he was a lovely guy!"

Just the whole vibe of c!Dream's second visit being way more tense, that part where c!Tommy follows c!Dream and Ghostbur outside while invisible and gets close enough to c!Dream that he could reach out and touch him if he wanted. c!Dream looking like he's about to leave before suddenly just going straight to c!Tommy's hidden bunker. "I know Tommy was here, Wilbur." And then just taking the Prime Bell and leaving.

Literally the only thing stopping c!Dream from just taking c!Tommy by force was him not wanting to lose c!Techno's favor (which c!Tommy didn't know about yet btw), and he already knew c!Tommy was there from the start, so what reason does he have to be showing up and searching around other than toying with c!Tommy?

c!Dream during his third visit when it's just him and c!Techno, not so subtly implying that c!Bedrock Bros' alliance is doomed to fail and then being like "As long as I know where Tommy is, which I do, maybe I'll... I might come in here at any point :)"

Like this man is so ready for c!Techno to get tired of c!Tommy so he can swoop in and isolate him again and be like "I'm the only one you can trust, Tommy :) I'm the only one who will never abandon you :)" because he just absolutely cannot stand the idea of not having total control over c!Tommy at all times :)

c!Tommy going back to Old Home Logstedshire to Conquer his Fears, then sneaking back into L'manberg to rebuild his actual old home <333

And holy shit that first actual c!Prime confrontation since c!Tommy escaped exile-

"You- you manipulated me."

"Tommy, I was the only person who visited you, I was the only person who was your friend :)"

c!Tommy finally standing up to c!Dream: "I'm the only one who goes against you. And you know what, Dream? I think you're scared of me."

c!Techno's favor once again being the only thing stopping c!Dream from just taking c!Tommy by force.

"Alright. You live for now, Tommy :)" And for the rest of eternity if he has anything to say about it-

And of course: "You know what, Dream? Dream... go fuck yourself."

Like this arc makes me insane holy shit. c!Tommy trying to have a healing arc and overcome his trauma and exile conditioning and c!Dream just being like "Oh, but I can't just let you go, Tommy :) It was very clever of you to hide with Techno but you know it won't last forever :) C'mon Tommy, don't you wanna come back? We had so much fun together, don't you miss it? :) :) :)" because he definitely didn't get unhealthily attached or anything during exile lmao.