#okay but let me just level with you rq

[princhii]

↳ Enchanted Me

bada lee x fem!reader

again, not proofread! lit just whipped this up a few mins ago gulp…also very short!! it came to me in a vision.

↳ cw!: angst….UMMM a little suggestive but no full smut! uh. yea angst i guess…some fluff? y’all idk..

a/n: i’m in a mood y’all…this song does things to me so i just had to cook smtg up rq 😇

“i’m sorry, have i seen you before?”

heavy breathes were all that could be heard afterwards. the taller girl put her hands on her thighs as she hunched over, catching her breath— assuming she had ran to catch up with you. she stood tall again before looking down at you eagerly.

it was at this moment you had to decide. you either lie and tell her you have no idea who she is, or take this as an opportunity and tell her exactly how you feel. which was it going to be?

————— ୨୧ —————

a fit of giggles could be heard throughout the echoing walls of the tunnel underneath one of the local parks bridges. your stomach starts to hurt some due to all the laughing.

long slender arms were wrapped around your figure, fingers lightly tapping against you. the girl lowered her face to level with yours. with a grin, she looked at you and you could’ve sworn for at least a second, she was in love.

“tonight was really lovely, bada. thank you for taking me out.” you pecked the taller girl’s cheek, wanting to express your gratitude for the date. the girl blushed lightly, pink tints staining her cheeks. she gave a small hum and kissed your forehead, ruffling your hair.

“it was an honor. anything for a true princess like you, y/n.”

bada reached down to take your hand in hers. she gently caressed you before bringing it up to her mouth and placing soft tender kisses against your knuckles. it was you who was blushing now. letting go of your hand, she brought hers up to cup your face, her eyes sparkling, mouth parting slightly. your heart was pounding against your chest, as if it would combust any minute now. you looked down at her lips, so soft and puffy… bada seemed to be doing the same. she stroked your face lightly, wanting to be as delicate as possible as if you were fragile.

“y/n, you’re an actual princess…” she brushed a few hairs out of your face, tucking them behind your ear.

“so beautiful. my type!” bada giggled, pinching your cheeks lightly and kissing them afterwards.

and to all of this, all you could do was smile and try not to physically tremble. your heart quickly making its way to protrude out of your chest. it had been the first time in months since you’ve found someone you actually grew really interested in. it happened to be bada. you weren’t complaining though, never that. she was genuinely the first person you’ve met that didn’t instantly bore you. she was funny, charming, and understanding. how could you not be interested?

this had been exactly your 10th official date, not that you were keeping track or anything… and not once did she ever try to pressure you into doing something you weren’t comfortable with. which surprised you, because it was all you’ve ever known from previous dates. getting to know each other then boom, asking if you’re ‘dtf’ almost immediately. but no. not bada. you couldn’t even imagine her acting that way. she was far from disrespectful, not a single negative thing you could say about her, honestly. you admired her. what you felt for her could be described as puppy love. ironically enough, it was super fitting given the fact that bada was just like a big puppy herself. you loved it.

“alright well, it’s getting late. let me take you back home?”

you nodded, taking her hand in yours and squeezing lightly.

“that would be lovely, my prince bada!”

the girl’s lips curled into a small smile, walking you both towards her car.

꩜

“are you sure this is okay, y/n?” bada panted, a string of saliva connecting from each others lips.

you grabbed her hand to hold it, looking up at her as she hovered over you.

you don’t know how you both ended up like this, in your bed, underneath the sheets.

“i’m positive, bada.”

and with that, the older girl immediately slid down your body, peppering kisses and giving light squeezes. you couldn’t help but giggle and whine some underneath her touch. everything felt so pure, so right.

the giggling was immediately interrupted by a loud moan. her warm tongue giving you long licks, lapping up into your cunt. smaller fingers tangling into her hair, slightly tugging. bada herself let out a rather needy moan. she halted her intimate reactions for a second, taking her time to sprinkle more gentle kisses around your heat and inner thighs. you felt her lean against your thigh, looking up at you from where she was.

“you’re the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen.” bada huffed out. her face as red as a tomato, her eyes blown out and hooded, her plump lips now coated in your own wetness. she traced circles into your skin, right above your heat. she leaned in to kiss the area she had been tracing, then looking up at you once more.

“i’ll make sure it’ll be a night to remember.”

and god, it was definitely a night to remember.

————— ୨୧ —————

that was the last time you had seen bada.

that was well over a year ago.

“hello?”

you snapped out of thoughts, reverting your attention back on her.

but you were once again quickly in your head as you looked at her. her hair was now both ash pink and black. different from the solid blue hair she had when the two of you had first met. her face still as beautiful as ever, her eyes still the same way that always made you melt. she was absolutely gorgeous. you felt your face heat up, just the way it would all the time before.

she looked at you eagerly, almost as if she was truly impatient. she was desperate to know your answer.

you looked up at the girl, opening your mouth to respond but was immediately shut down as you saw a figure jogging towards the two of you. your eyebrows furrowed once you made the figure out.

the guy came up towards you both, his arms wrapping around bada.

“you need to stop running off like that! you know it worries me.” he scolded the older girl. bada only chuckled.

in that moment— you knew your answer.

“with all due respect, i have no idea what you’re talking about. you must have me confused with someone else, im sorry.” you bowed slightly, getting ready to split ways. but before that, you noticed something.

bada’s face dropped.

was she seriously hoping it was you?

“please excuse my girlfriend, she’s been acting really strange lately. nothing personal!” the guy spoke again before grabbing her hand and walking the opposite direction. as they walked away hand in hand, bada turned to look over her shoulder. her eyes soft and pure. she gave you a weak smile. she knew it was you. of course she knew.

you sighed before heading your own way, quietly laughing to yourself. the guy— bada’s boyfriend being so clueless as to why she had been acting ‘strange’.

you knew exactly why.

it was the one year mark of that night.

a night to remember.

[khuzena]

Take my heart with you

Kaiser x fem!reader♡

Summary: you're the itoshi brothers' little sister, what could go wrong if you secretly dated kaiser?

Warning: the itoshi brothers hate each other but if anyone hit on their sister they team up rq, fluff to Angst. Kaiser being a sweetheart. Rin being the better brother🔥🙌. I PROMISE IT GETS BETTER AT THE END plS I SWEAR. Kaiser professing his love for reader in the most poetic way possible 🙌 possibly OOC but we dc

A/n: this is so stupid. Let's pretend they actually understand each other 💀💀💀. I swear I tried and I really love those old Rin, Sae and reader sibling hcs or chat fics i used to see on tumblr and i was like how about i add my own twist but reader dating kaiser.

You sneaked out of the house to go on a date with Kaiser. What could go wrong?

Answer: Everything.

You arrive at the restaurant, patiently waiting for Kaiser until you feel a hand on your shoulder, flinching by surprise.

"Shall we?"

"Y-yeah…"

Michael Kaiser who treats you like a gentleman for the entire night and spoils you, getting you anything you wanted in the restaurant.

"I kinda want macaroons but it's kinda expensive—", you say, complaining to Kaiser about the prices but a waitress walks to your table and you hear him whispering something to the waiter.

"Yes, madam we'll order some macaroons"

"What."

Michael Kaiser who surprises you with a Birkin bag for your 1 year anniversary, you're still surprised Sae and Rin haven't found out about the relationship.

"I— how am I supposed to explain to my brothers I randomly got a Birkin???"

"Easy, just tell them we're dating, it's not like anything bad is going to happen" Kaiser rolls his eyes thinking what could go wrong if your two brothers found out you're dating their rival.

Michael Kaiser who wears an awkward disguise but it surprisingly works well. Though you can't help but stare at him, his eye glasses accentuate his already good looks.

"Staring at me, schatz?" He teases, intertwining both your hands as you two enjoy the scenery in front of you.

You'd be lying if you said he didn't look good in those glasses, "W-well… the glasses suit you." Shyly looking away. The two of you have been dating for a year now but you still stutter and stumble when you're caught by surprise by him again and again.

"I know" he says confidently while pushing away your bangs to place a chaste kiss on your forehead.

Michael Kaiser who takes off his disguise and leads you two in a quiet area with no other person other than you two.

"You know if I had the chance to turn back time to fix my past I wouldn't change a single thing." He chuckles before pulling you closer to him by the waist.

You raise an eyebrow, not knowing what he meant. "Huh?" He leaned down to your level, holding you close and lips inches apart from each other.

"Because if I changed something then there's a chance I wouldn't be able to meet you, I'd rather go through that pain as a young footballer rather than live my life not meeting you." He whispered, smirking at your reaction. How could he say that so casually and expect you to act normal.

Michael Kaiser who takes you shopping and promises to take you out on another date like this.

"Kaiser, I don't wanna go home yet" you muttered quietly, hugging him as he patted your back.

Kaiser smiles at you, pulling away so he can cup your face with both his hands. "I know." He pulled you into a deep kiss before your phone rang and interrupted your moment.

Your eyes widen at the contact number.

"Oh shit it's my brothers… should I check the message?"

"Its okay go ahead"

Kaiser reads the chats with you, absolutely baffled by the brothers' efforts to stalk you.

"What the fuck." You both hear behind you, it was Sae's voice.

"I swear I can explain!" Yelling at the two but it's no use when they glared daggers at you and Kaiser.

Sae forced the two of you to ride back home, talking sternly to Kaiser while driving; Rin is still mad at the betrayal but he won't admit it.

"How long have you been seeing my sister?" Sae demanded an answer, still pissed for 3 reasons.

1. Not telling Sae you're seeing someone (he just wants to keep you safe)

2. You dating Kaiser (Sae and Rin absolutely do not trust that man)

3. The traffic

Kaiser gulps, looking back at you and looking back at Sae, never had he imagined meeting your brothers face to face again like this.

"Since last year"

…

"What." Rin felt his eye twitch, his nerves popping out of anger and confusion.

You hold your boyfriend's hand nervously, the atmosphere is so dreary it feels like your skin is getting grated every second from the anxiety prickling at your skin.

"You're gonna fucking use my sister and leave her crying like shit after you're done with her? The fuck do you want with her?"

"R-rin— that's enough…"

"I'm not done yet."

Kaiser entered the Itoshi household, he knew if he chickened out or shit the brothers would never approve of him. He took his shoes off and wore the slippers you offered him, you and Kaiser sit down at the couch and it's already making you uncomfortable.

"Listen here you German shit." Sae snarls at him, Kaiser has met Sae and Rin before and used to piss the two daily at blue lock, now he regrets ever doing it because it ruined his chances of getting along with his future brother-in-laws.

Anyone could tell Sae was pissed as hell, venom seethed from his throat and he swears if he could just smash the living shit out of Kaiser he would.

On the other hand though, Rin is absolutely avoiding your gaze. He's madder than Sae because he feels like he failed as your brother. That he wasn't good enough for you to share your secret with him.

"If you break my sister's heart I'll break your limbs at the next world cup. You hear me?" The eldest brother glaring down at Kaiser, if looks could kill Kaiser would've already been dead.

"And you." Gulping as you stare at the ground when Sae mentions you, hoping that this'll all end.

"Why the fuck did you think it's a good idea to hide a relationship like this for so long?"

"Because I knew you'd blow up like this— you're always so overprotective yet you were never here with me and Rin!" The two of you went at it, insults and insults, uneasiness filling the gaps of each corner. "What the fuck do you mean never here? I was working my ass off in spain to chase my dreams- to make you and Rin's life fucking easier!"

"I never asked you to do that for me! You're the worst person ever, I wish you weren't my brother." It accidentally slips out and Sae's eyes widen. When you look back at him you could see his breathing become uneven— that look in his eyes. The look of betrayal and guilt. He was taken aback at your reply.

You burst into tears before taking Kaiser's hand, pulling him out of the Living room and going outside.

"Michael lets go." You mumbled, it was freezing but none of it mattered. Tying your shoes before taking your shit with you.

Kaiser feels like needles were stabbing his chest, it felt like it was his fault that your relationship with your brothers strained even further— if it ever existed in the first place.

He says nothing as he watches you pathetically cry and run away from the household, catching up to you while pulling you closer to him.

"Shhh it's okay, breathe."

Kaiser rubbed circles on your back as you hyperventilated; tears streaming down your cheeks as you hugged him, looking for the comfort you could never find in anyone else but him.

"I-it's all my fault— I'm sorry for dragging you into this.."

"Breathe," he raised your chin, making you stare at him. It pained him to see you breaking down in his arms like this, "Breathe in and out, it's gonna be okay."

The two of you walk to a nearby playground, hand in hand as you two sit on the swings. Kaiser looks over to you… confusion, pity and sadness coming to him all at once. Maybe it was right that he should've left you alone when you first mentioned that you were an Itoshi.

"I'm sorry… I didn't expect it to go this way— I really am sorry." Sobbing as you hugged your legs together and cried onto your knees.

Kaiser only stares at you. His mouth goes dry as his mouth was left agape, his mind racing and he wants to say something but he doesn't know the right words that he should say. He could make you feel much worse and he didn't want to add to your stress so he kept quiet.

You two stay at the playground for hours until you hear footsteps slowly coming closer.

"Go home now, please."

Your eyes were dead, tugging onto your shirt as you shivered in both anxiety and from the cold weather. "R-rin?"

Rin looks over to you then Kaiser, feeling guilt. He should've said something earlier but he's always been a coward, always been a bad brother.

"Let's go home and eat dinner. You're hungry and you Kaiser… let's talk privately later." Rin's voice was hoarse, you could tell he's been crying. You nod and stand up, walking back home with Rin as Kaiser follows behind you two.

You three entered the house quietly, making sure to not disturb Sae. Rin looks down at the cold soup he made earlier, picking it up and reheating it while you and Kaiser wait at the dining table.

"Here… beef stew." Rin places the bowl down, preparing the dinner table. You watch Rin do all the work, you tried to help him but he refused. You could tell he was trying to ease the atmosphere. "So… when did you meet my sister.?" He asked, Rin was too ashamed to look any of you in the eye.

"I met her at the Blue Lock party a year ago then…" Kaiser pauses, looking over to you for affirmation as you nod at him, "We hit it off and she was nice, we exchanged numbers and we went on a date. She mentioned she was an Itoshi and I got nervous." He continued before taking a bite of the beef.

"Oh." Rin replied, it was awkward for everyone at the dining table. Just the clanking of the utensils against their own plates and whirring sound of the electric fan can be heard. But it's better than the deafening noise of continuous fighting with Sae.

"I know we fought a lot at the world cup and Blue lock but I'm willing to put that aside for my sister." Rin trails off. Rin was never good with words but he knew if he can't make amends with your lover then he'd hurt you in the process.

Kaiser takes a deep breath, his hands still clammy and sweaty. "I— me too."

You only watch the awkward interaction between the two, you were glad they were slowly starting to get along.

"Kaiser." Rin looks over to Kaiser and they stare at each other, but it wasn't hatred in their eyes, just regret.

"Promise me you won't break my sister's heart?" Your brother asked with desperation in his voice, you're the only one he had left and he couldn't and wouldn't bear to see you heartbroken. The first he's ever seen you heartbroken was when Sae came back from spain and abandoned you two. He doesn't want to see you break down over anything— anyone, ever again.

"I would never. I've known her all my life." The two Itoshis raised an eyebrow at his bold declaration.

"When I was a child I would pick flowers off the neighbor's lawn and imagine myself giving it to the girl I would love. When I grew older I would take pictures of breathtaking sceneries and hope that maybe I could bring my soon to be lover to those places again. When I got my first check I saved enough because I hoped to god I could meet the love of my life and spoil them with everything I have." Kaiser stares down at his plate, trying to avoid their gazes but he then looks Rin straight in the eye, his eyes brimming with a fiery determination Rin swore he only ever saw from other football players when their vision narrows on the ball, like an adrenaline rush.

"And I'm sure I've known her all my life and I'll spend my life meeting and learning to love her over and over again— so please. Let me be with her. I won't ever hurt her, if I ever did I would stop playing football because I dedicated my goals just for her. If I kicked and rolled the ball without meaning I'd rather not play it at all."

Rin's always loathed Bastard München's ace, Kaiser. But he feels his heart soften at his persistence to be with his sister. Never in his life has he seen a man so dedicated to ever go after his sister. Rin hates Kaiser for sure but he promised to put their past behind just for her.

"Alright… I'll let you have my sister but… keep your promise. She's the only one I have."

Your eyes soften at the scene unfolding Infront of you, happy that the two most important people in your life are getting along but there's one person left, Sae.

You all finish eating then helping Rin clean up the table. In the corners of your eye you noticed Kaiser wiping the table. "K-kaiser you dont have to!"

"It's nothing."

"W-well… I'm gonna go upstairs and uh get my stuff…" you gave a weak smile to the two, slowly walking up the stairs to talk to Sae.

The lights were dimmed and Sae wasn't in his room. Almost stepping on a sock you looked over to Sae, he was sitting down on the staircase; his hair messy and his eyes puffy.

"What do you want?" Aggression and hostility in his voice, he looked up to you. A few hours ago at the fight, Sae was beyond pissed at you but now… he looked broken, as if he realized something.

Note: sorry if the intro was so bad i dont know how to write anymore im cryigngggg. I mean i know how to but i def downgraded compared to my past fics istg. Sorry if there are too many mistakes, I'll try my best to satisfy my readers in the next part of the fic. 🙇‍♀️ Hope you enjoyed!

Written by @khuzena. Likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated. ♡

[aira-bu]

Hello hello! I don't know if your requests are open so feel free to ignore if they aren't.

Could you do the voicelines headcanons for the dendro or hydro boys? Like, Tighnari and Alhaitham, or Child and Ayato, feel free to choose.

Have a great day! Your writing is lovely :)

HDIWKDIS HIIIIII !! this is my first rq on tumblr so i don't really know what to say so i'll just condense whatever's in my head rn so you can get to the point *ahem*

my requests/asks are always open im just shy heh. i don't know how to write kaveh so i'll just write the 4 that you suggested, and you didn't specify the gender so the reader is gn if thats okay <3 if you want all of the dendro/hydro boys just leave a request !! and i'm happy that you like my writing OKAY MOVING ON⬇️

߷ their voicelines about you ! 𖧷

☁︎ written as of version 3.3

characters: tighnari, alhaitham, childe, ayato

disclaimer/warnings: gn! reader (if i made a mistake please notify me!), use of (y/n) (your name), reader implied to be friends with collei in tighnari's, sliiiightly possessive in tighnari's, this is written before alhaitham's release so i don't know a lot about him so maybe he's a little ooc? reader implied to be nice in childe's and him being flirty (kinda), mentions of ayaka in ayato's

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tighnari

"(y/n)? of course i know them. i'm basically forced to see them! do you know just how many times they come over to gandharva ville in a week? I don't either. i mean, i would visit them, but collei stole (y/n) from me. they're basically best friends now and (y/n) barely ever informs me of their arrival. ..hm? what do you mean (y/n) wasn't mine to begin with? i found them first and introduced them to collei, and now they don't spend time with me anymore. doesn't that count as stealing?"

alhaitham

"yes, i know of (y/n). at least i've heard of them. they're quite popular in the akademiya, and in sumeru in general. i would actually take some time out of my busy hands and get to know them if i could. ..what do you mean i have all the time in the world? working in the akademiya is a tedious process, i have every right to say that i am busy. but like i said, i would take some time to know them, so next time you see (y/n), talk good about me. ..what? can't a man get some credit for what he's done?"

childe

"oh, (y/n)? they are a great fighter, that's for sure. out of every friendly battle i've had with them... iii've only won once. don't let their nice facade fool you! their combat skills are surprisingly on a very high level. i kind of want them as my partner, we'd be unstoppable! ..hm? what kind of partner? heh, that's up to your imagination to decide. (y/n) is the only person- or... living being, that i don't mind losing to though. a tough battle is a well fought battle, and it just makes it all the more exciting when you finally win!"

ayato

"ah, (y/n)... yes, i have a bond with them. though, i think they may be closer with my sister. i have quite the work load, considering my place in the kamisato clan and everything related to the yashiro commision. ayaka has a little more spare time than me, so it's natural that they spend more time with (y/n). they usually come by a few times every week, and to my distaste, their timings don't match up with mine. *sigh.* what a shame."

[pyr0lagnia]

don't know how to put into words how exciting it is to see this blog!! willing to write dark tf2 stuff?!? thank you thank you thank you 🛐

ahhhh and ur art is beautiful!!

sorry if im bothering u at all and i don't wanna bombard u. since demoman is ur fav, would u be willing to write some yandere headcanons for him perhaps? 👉👈

AHHH !! NONNIE U DONT KNOW HOW MUCH I APPRECIATE IT !!! ur not bothering me in the slightest dw abt it at all!!!! since i joined the fandom about a month ago i QUICKLY noticed the lack of dark stuff, it made me so so sad cuz these guys all have such potential sigh </3 ALSO THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING MY WIFE FOR MY FIRST EVER RQ!!! ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

tw for : unhealthy behavior, intoxicated/noncon groping and stuff. i dont go too in depth in this.

𖦹 out of most, he is probably one of your safest bets if he gains a fixation on you.

𖦹 he tries to worm himself into any aspect of your life as he can, he tends to be more annoying than anything at first. if you're compliant or reciprocating, most red flags don't tend to pop up!

𖦹 basically this only works if things go his way. a few plot twists he can handle! he keeps himself in check for the most part, he loves your quirks and doesn't mind a few diversions!

𖦹 but things still need to end with you starting to like him just as much as he likes you.

𖦹 he's a bad enabler, he will especially encourage an alcohol dependence if you show interest. he'll be your bombastic cheerleader as you destroy your own liver.

𖦹 you're so much more pliant when you're drunk! unfortunately he's not a master manipulator when he is drunk too. so, he just uses the pliancy to get touchy feely.

𖦹 you are just there enough to process the discomfort as he loudly kisses your neck and grips your hips like you're a toy.

𖦹 understandably the first time he gets like that you would put a distance between yourself and him because of the deep feeling of embarrassment and shame

𖦹 really bad fucking idea!

𖦹 despite the headstrong persona, he is deeply insecure. until the sudden cut off, he was sure things would be going his way. he'd let you off the hook in a weird hope you were just flustered, for about a week.

𖦹 after so long he WOULD come to you and be like. the fuck are you up to? in a drunken haze, he would loom at the entrance to your doorway and not move much from there.

𖦹 it'd probably be about 4 am, you'd blink the sleep out of your eyes and be like. the fuck are YOU up to?

𖦹 silence, weird and unlike him. just for a moment.

𖦹 "eh… I wanted tae make sure there wasn't any ill blood atween us. I dinnae wanna lose ye. " he spoke, reeking of drunkenness.

𖦹 before you could reply, opening your dry mouth- " we're good teammates, right? i'm aye sticking out fur ye, lassie! there'll be a bottle o' scrumpy I will leave out fur ye fur whenever yer feelin' better. aye? aye. nighty night! "

𖦹 door slam. okay, well, right!

𖦹 you'll ignore the uncanny, fervent tone he had. it was like he was warning you, but was unsure of how truthful he wanted to be about it.

𖦹 you were too tired for this shit.

𖦹 he decides the next day, nothing happened. he keeps close to you.

𖦹 whenever you decide you want to be around someone other than him, now, his heartbeat thrums visibly on his pulse point.

𖦹 while sober, he doesn't talk to anyone else first now. he makes sure to emphasize how much he appreciates your presence, how much he wants to be around you, how fucking cool you looked on the battlefield earlier.

𖦹 kind of weird, you already noted you didn't see him on the battlefield.

𖦹 when he's drunk, he is NOTICEABLY full of praise for you. turning on the waterworks does wonders sometimes. he reasons to himself its perfectly fucking fiiiine because he's just being honest!

𖦹 in truth, this is his indirect way of trying to get you on his level. he is tearing himself apart trying to make himself someone you want to be around.

𖦹 that kindness wears itself down the more you interact with others.

𖦹 he grits his fists, and snarl-grins at the distraction. he could SWEAR he was developing the ability to get hungover again with how his head throbbed painfully when you grin and cackle at someones joke.

𖦹 he starts taking every bit of laughter you spend on someone else as a personal offense.

𖦹 he's kind of torn between himself. in feeling more aggressive, its almost like he becomes partially subdued. this could come off as depression to others, so maybe his claims of you being like his thread to sanity were true?

𖦹 he leans into this HARD. he hates seeing you so concerned but hey, that meant there was something in your heart for him right?

𖦹 all in all he becomes this big sad cuddlebug in front of you meanwhile becoming increasingly violent with anyone who glances at you on the field.

𖦹 im not sure if he'd be honest with his intentions ever. he also doesn't entirely lie to you, he just... heavily dramatizes things. i think he's a bit too lucid, funnily enough, too let himself completely let himself express this.

𖦹 one thing is for certain, he is waiting for you. only cause for concern- the longer you make him wait the less he will be lying to you, and the more you are going to be late-night visited.

[ forgive this for being soo uneventful, this blog is partly a way to force myself to re-practice writing <3 these are also my first times writing most of these assholes.]

[codajaiden]

I don't get the gist of Nightbow (Rainbow Steve x Nightmare) like, how does that work??

(warning I might rant so much y'all would explode, correct me if I'm wrong tho)

"enemies to lovers!" No. Lemme clear this up for you

Nightmare and Rainbow were created to kill each other, hate each other's guts, there is no conversation or part in SS or RQ where they went and be normal people talking to each other and stuff (not that I can think of anyways)

"for fun" I don't care if it's for fun, sure it's funny but like????? How is it y'all's favourite????

I'm someone who likes to go insane just watching plot, WHILE YES, STEVE SAGA WAS JUST A RANDOM STEVE SERIES AND WAS VERY RANDOM WHEN IT COMES TO PLOT, ITS SILLY, ITS RANDOM

But y'all are like "I can fix them", there is nothing to fix???? they are literally people wanting to kill each other and that is their goal.

Oh and let's not forget, I have my eyes on the people who write in Wattpad, don't think I have not seen their "freaky" writing at all.

It's not only Nightbow at least, I see the people here who ship Rainbow and Void together, same thing, but if we're talking SS then there was still no good interaction of them both to be on the level of actually being good friends. Still, Wattpad people are freaky about them too.

This can be implied to Favremyrainbow ig, but to me it's very bland and boring. I admit I did in fact ship them, but as time passed I just stopped because it was so cringe 💀💀

I don't want to be mean and rude when it comes to this but it bugs me every time.

Okay the only thing I can counter this is Alux x Petro.

Petro and Alux are basically Anna and Hanz in Frozen, gaslighting and manipulation exist but dynamic and trust are important. There is communication towards the two that leads into something in the plot.

Nightbow has none of that, they hate each other's guts. People say they can fix them, nah, with Palux you can make them worse (/j) HEJWJEJWJSJA

"Petro and Alux's entire dynamic is mainly built off of manipulation" YES but thats on Petro's side. Most people ship it due to it being tragic on Alux's side because everyone in this fandom likes doomed mlm i guess (I'm one of those people but again the plot reasons goes on for both of their dynamic)

"But he stabbed him" YES. I have not seen a single person who ships them currently its mainly a one sided ship. For alux its built off genuine love and care for Petro, knowing he's the only REAL connection in his life. The people who ship them (from what I've seen) mainly do it for tragedy and narrative purposes. no one is actually here WANTING alux to be stabbed and abused

And for Petro it adds much more conflict to his character if you add like any romance to him. like, loving the person your meant to kill and killing them anyways is a really interesting narrative plot idea. Its also really funny tbh but oh well.

Narratively it adds more to their characters as long as you dont romantize it and treat it like it'd be healthy especially at this point in the story.

This is literally doomed Yaoi (it's funny I wanna say that) and it works so well because of how they were narratively written this way towards each other. This cooked better than some enemy wanting to, excuse my language, have freaky SHIZ going on with the Hero 💀

Okay I'm done with my ranting I'm sorry for the people who like Nightbow but I'm sharing what I'm saying and y'all are gonna respect it and not be problematic. I feel like I should not be on the internet for a good while late and night this is how freaky I get when it's past midnight lmao

[roseamongroses]

"AITA FOR EDITING MY BOSS'S SUPERHERO SUIT HOLOGRAM INTO A BUNNY FIT MID FIGHT CAUSE HE DELETED MY SIMS CC FOLDER"

Idc if im the asshole tbh but I think this is funny. I (15F) am a hero intern for this fairly big company, think superhuman secret society typa shit.

The thing is because I'm more of a "in the chair" hero, I spend a fair amount of time in the Headquarter's lab. My work load swings between nothing to fucking do and non-stop crisis mode.

Somedays I literally can't afford to take normal breaks and go home This facility, despite all the money we get, is held together with a paperclip cyber-security wise (and security wise. there's one them that lowkey be stealing but i aint a snitch okay). We do have an AI program (she's great, love her) but she's hella overworked too and essentially babysits the boss in the field, in his personal life, etc.

So forgive me if during the brief moments of peace, I happen be playing the sims. I never use the work monitors for this and the AI is fully aware that this is how I take my "breaks" and is FINE with it.

But one day the boss randomly walked in while I was busy browsing some hair options and lost his shit. "Something, something, anomoly" I don't even remember what he said, all ik is he was growling n shit over my shoulder with his stank ass breath. I didn't even think he was mad at ME fr-- he's just unhealed like that, so i let that shit go this time.

i leave to grab lunch rq and come back. day goes by normally. but when i log back into MY PERSONAL COMPUTER, my shit was gone.

Obviously ik it was him. No one else cares enough to do anything like that. So i go confront him. And of course that villianous ass bitch is cracking a smile talking bout some "you can play dress up at home,". like NO???? SIR I NEVER GO HOOOMMME. IM HERE ALL THE TIME???

keep in mind i do NOT get paid for this. the most i get is experience and a therapy session on Wednesdays, thats it.

unhealthy yes, but he knows that i care about this work and he def knows my home life isn't the best anyways. so idk why he was being so petty about it.

but since we're being petty now of course i had to go lower.

he has this lil hologram suit. it's cute or whatever, super secure. but i just asked his AI for a favor and she let me go ham on the programing.

everytime the program detects his heartrate above a certain level, his costume will change. i have it cycling through a few options, but the bunny suit has been a fan favorite lately.

he's pretty pissed about it and ik he suspects me, but he doesn't want to admit that i somehow got into his superfancy tech and embaressed him. so its a lot of passive aggressiveness and for sulking now. everytime he changes it, i change it back and then some. it's fun.

it has also become a growing meme in the work gcs, tho some of the heros have tried to scold me about it. but tbh idc. none of the costumes impede his work, if anything the distraction helps him catch villians off guard. so pretty harmless, i could do worst. so im taking suggestions on how to keep ruining his day until i get bored of it (or till i get all my cc redownloaded).

update: thank you for all the outfit suggestions!! also to the grown men mad at me in my messages, check ur emails for something fun :)

[lovelylionh3art]

okay listen rq guys, yk hozier’s new song “too sweet” i CANNOT stop thinking of a situation where james says this to lily when they break up in reference to regulus. the first analogy being the surface level,

“You know you're bright as the morning

As soft as the rain

Pretty as a vine

As sweet as a grape

If you can sit in a barrel

Maybe I'll wait

Until that day..”

so here it recognises james love for lily, shes lovely. he cares about her. but he doesn’t see depth in her, he doesn’t see harshness and darkness. and then,

“I'd rather take my whiskey neat

My coffee black and my bed at three

You're too sweet for me

You're too sweet for me

I take my whiskey neat

My coffee black and my bed at three

You're too sweet for me

You're too sweet for me”

he needs someone who has darkness, who has layers and takes work to love. he needs the challenge. and after thinking he was in the relationship he always dreamed of, the perfect easy love. he realised that thats not how he loves. he loves because he wants to, because he dares too. and lily has become too natural and too easy, boring even. but not her as a person. just in a romantic sense, james needs excitement. and lets not even talk about, “my coffee black in my bed at three” like its literally regulus black cmon.

also dont get me started on “Don't you just wanna wake up

Dark as a lake

Smellin' like a bonfire

Lost in a haze?”

THE LAKE ARE YOU KIDDING

this gives me such drunk on love vibes too, like he needs that adventure and adrenaline it takes to love someone as intricate as regulus black. im nor saying liky isnt intricate, but im saying james is not the right person to see all those parts of her. in the right way anyway.

basically what im saying is james wants dangerous love, he wants a new obstacle every day and regulus can give him that, he will give him trial after trial and love him to smithereens through all of it, but lilys love cannot because shes “too sweet”

obviously this whole idea would be in a very specific context and situation. i would imagine it as a conversation after their break up, maybe even a couple months or years where james has started his relationship with reg, or maybe not and hes just inlove with him but already finds so much joy out of attempting to knock his walls down. or something idk. but they may have reconnected or lily has asked james why exactly it couldn’t work for them. im not entirely sure but i just couldn’t get the idea out of my head. if anyone has anything to say or add or even if you wanna take this and run with it for a fic pleaseeee let me know cus id love to see 🩷🩷

[wander-wren]

let me go through this one line by line rq. i did talk more about wolfwood and rollo in a different branch of this post, but it was less well-written/thought out bc i did it more on the fly so let’s not worry too much about it. also, disclaimer, i love all of these guys, especially vash, and that’s why i’m being a little mean to him right now. dude’s complicated. ALSO this is only based on stampede, i do not know enough about the original story yet to comment.

i will also acknowledge that this steps pretty close to some real-world issues/debates/etc that are very important to me, so i care perhaps more than i should.

anyway! let’s break this down.

“rollo didnt want to die though. yeah i know wolfwood says it was mercy. wolfwood is projecting”

maybe, and also yes. crucially, we don’t KNOW what rollo wants. wolfwood IS projecting onto him, but equally vash is imposing what he wants, not what rollo wants, because rollo literally does not speak except to say vash’s name and once, his own. his younger self seems pretty attached to the idea of living, yes, but it’s been more than a decade since then (i’m not sure how old rollo is meant to be, but i wouldn’t say more than 8).

he has been modified and turned into a monster, he apparently drove out or killed his entire town, and it’s unclear if he’s been isolated in the village for a while or if he only arrived recently—my headcanon is the former, especially since the success of wolfwood, livio, and elendira would’ve rendered him an outdated model, but they could have still used him. regardless, he’s hardly living a normal or happy life. given his limited speech, it’s not even clear if he has the same level of cognitive function he used to—he definitely doesn’t have the education or socialization of you average 20-year-old.

i’m not advocating for killing rollo at all. i’m just saying we don’t KNOW what he wants. in an ideal world he would have been taken somewhere safe, treated like a person, and made as comfortable as possible while they worked out how to communicate with him and figure out what he actually wants. but they do not have the resources or the time for that, wolfwood and vash are both very biased, and rollo is semi-invulnerable and trying really hard to kill them.

i’m not really sure there’s another way for that story to end, honestly. and that’s the tragedy of it.

“i do agree vash does impose his will on other people, to a degree that’s not a million miles off from knives’s bullshit. and yes vash is also a hypocrite - he can forgive anyone but himself.”

cool! 👍 again, i’m not saying vash is bad and evil, or even that he’s not good. he’s just a guy with 150 years of trauma doing his best, but the thing about unresolved trauma is you don’t always make the best decisions.

“but vash does not want to use people. he wants them to have autonomy so they can choose for the better. and death is a denial of autonomy.”

okay, this is the one where i’m a little less nice. i agree that vash doesn’t consciously want to use people, objectify them, put his needs above theirs—that’s his brother’s deal. i do, however, think he’s so desperate to not have anymore blood on his hands that he is willing to “use” people to get to that end, and he isn’t even aware of that. hurt people do this all the time, when their pain and fear and suffering is so great that all they can focus on is trying to mitigate it, and they completely steamroll “the right thing to do.”

we haven’t seen vash do this yet, really, at least in stampede. i’m being purely hypothetical. i’m saying i see this instinct in him, in his actions, and it only hasn’t happened yet because this is a fictional story and he’s the protagonist and there isn’t really time to explore this yet. vash is also very willing to use himself, his health, and his wellbeing in the exact same way, which also separates him from knives.

i agree that vash wants people to have autonomy. sort of. he never says this that i remember, he’s a lot more focused on their right to be alive (also very necessary), but it’s in line with his belief system so yeah, for sure.

here’s the thing, though: so they can choose for the better? where is this coming from? the only thing i can think of is luida and the “flora” project, but it’s meryl and roberto who learn about that. vash presumably knows, but i don’t think he ever mentions it. meryl is the one who argues (with zazie and conrad) that humanity can be better, with time.

vash doesn’t want people to be free and safe so they can choose to be better. he wants people to be free and safe because they are people. and also because he can’t stand the idea of having more blood on his hands. he also does want them to be better, true (see: nebraska, rollo, nai, wolfwood), but that’s not his primary motive.

because really, “better?” who is vash, who are any of us, to decide what’s “better,” or that the only people who deserve to live are those who are working towards it? vash’s whole fuckin’ deal is that he doesn’t kill anyone, no matter how bad they are. he’s not out here weighing their goddamn ability to redeem themselves. ironically, this is a deeply (culturally) christian way of thinking, in a story where vash is allegory jesus, one of the most misinterpreted guys of all time.

finally, death as a denial of autonomy? mm, no. here’s the thing about autonomy: it allows people to do “bad things” to themselves. assisted suicide, regular suicide—that is autonomy at work. keeping someone alive against their will is a denial of autonomy. that’s not to say you shouldn’t try to help a suicidal person, because damn, please do that, but also: people have just as much a right to die as a right to live.

we’re not even talking about vash anymore, i got sidetracked. my point here is that we never actually see vash in this situation, due to the nature of the story. we never see him forcing someone to be alive that no longer wants to, etc (except himself, potentially). what i’m saying is, based on what we are shown, i think there’s a good chance he would in the right circumstances.

vash is a good guy. he’s not out here running around thinking that other people’s wants and needs are less than his own. but he’s got a big gaping hole in him and he’s very good at justifying the ways he tries to fill it. just because it hasn’t gone badly so far doesn’t mean it can’t in the future.

was talking last night about nai’s obsessive tendencies and the way he views everyone, even vash and tesla, as an object. he keeps tesla alive, in pieces, immediately after the fall and presumably for the next 150 years given all the technology he has, despite the fact that killing her would be kinder, just because he wants her. he nearly leaves vash a hollow shell of a creature just because he would rather that than a vash he can’t keep close.

he’s selfish and cruel and so isolated from the world that what he wants is more important than what anyone else wants.

but also…

vash has a little bit of that tendency in him, too. we saw it with rollo especially, and a bit with livio and the sand steamer—though those ones worked out for him in the end. vash is so full of guilt over the idea of killing anyone, even indirectly, that he will keep them alive to spare himself the grief.

and that’s a nobler pursuit, and i think a lot of people also instinctively don’t want to think about death being a mercy sometimes, but it’s still going to get vash in trouble if it hasn’t already in the last century.

i think it’s interesting, too, in light of the fact that vash himself is sort of passively suicidal at times. he’s pretty close to immortal, but he has no sense of care for his own wellbeing. vash doesn’t believe he deserves to live, but i don’t think he believes he deserves to die yet, either. which implies a double standard in his belief system—death is too good for him, but a tragedy for other people.

“an independent must fix what an independent has done. this is my atonement.”

[writerly-blonde]

I am so glad to see that you're writing again. I think of you from time to time, and check your blog occasionally

Forgive me as I cry my eyes out rq

I have a tendency, or have had the tendency to think I can write again, and then doubt myself and stop, and then come back and say I'm writing again, and then self sabotage and-

I've convinced myself that it must have been annoying on some level to those who remember this blog (which, the fact that I am remembered and this blog is something cherished, no matter how much, means the fucking world to me), but the fact that you sent this, despite how many times I've said "i'm writing again!" and then let this blog go silent...

I love you in the wholesome way a person can love a stranger <3

anyways, here's a little something that I've been working on to warm up with i'm hoping I can keep posting little bits and pieces!

***

Machinery whirred throughout the workshop. Hulking pieces of robotics, gutted computers, and cast off projects littered the tables and floors, their cables casting a tangled web across the room that Ari waltzed through. A fan from above swung idly, and she huffed at the hair swept into her face, tying it quickly back into a sagging bun. She did not mind the deafening noise of tens of machines, the steady thrum of internal fans struggling to keep the metal cool. If anything, she heaved a sigh of relief as her foot crossed some invisible threshold into the heart of the workshop.

A silhouette on the other side clicked. ”G-good…m-m-morning.” Warm yellow eyes flickered to life in the shadows.

Ari’s lips quirked as she flicked on the rest of the lights. “It’s 3pm, RIN.”

Fluorescent light shone bright on a lithe android body propped up on a chair by her work tables. He was little more than a humanistic torso and head, adorned with sleek tan metal and aluminum highlights, hooked up to a mess of wires. The back panel of his head laid just to the side, along with his arms and legs. The same ones that Ari hasn’t managed to sync with the rest of the programming yet.

Her brows furrowed as she considered which to work on that day.

“M-my apol-apologies,” RIN said, “I am still-I am still-still…”

Ari winced. “Still warming up. It’s okay, give it a moment.”

RIN’s chin dipped, his body almost seeming to sag against the worn office chair, eyes dimming. Ari hesitated. Her heart panged. 

“Hey, you’re just a little cold.” She reached out to press a warm hand against his shoulder. “It’s alright, you’ll be good as new in a heartbeat.”

RIN didn’t reply for a long moment, but Ari waited, listening patiently to the thousand little clicks within his machinery. Then, a whir as RIN lifted his head. “It ha-has been a-a heartb-beat and I a-am still cold.” That gaze drifted down to the table beside him. “And-and still missing limbs.” 

Ari blew out a startled laugh; one that quickly turned to worry. It wasn’t good for him to sit uselessly in her dark shop, confined to a wobbly seat. “I know, I’m sorry, RIN.” She reached across him to grab a left leg. “I think I’m close to figuring out what the issue is, though.”

Those warmly-lit eyes narrowed a bit, tiny half moons of shadow forming at the bottom. As if he were smiling.

Ari arched a brow as she settled into the chair next to him. “You don’t believe me.”

“Statistically sp-speaking, today should be no different from last night.”

She pulled the leg over to her workbench. “Ye of little faith,” she said, opening a panel on the calf. “Just because I didn’t find anything new then, certainly does not mean I won’t find it now.” She grabbed a mess of wires protruding from her main computer, fished three specific ones out, and connected them for yet another diagnostic test. As code flickered across the monitor gathering information, she leaned back. “And, you’re sounding better already.”

RIN just watched her before tilting his gaze towards the screen. As good as she was, he would always be able to understand it just a few moments faster. So when his head dipped again, those eyes dimming, Ari’s stomach plummeted to her feet.

ERROR.

[fueledbyapplepi]

Hii I was wondering if I could rq Mikey, Baji and Mitsuya with a gn! s/o who is the sole provider in their household? and the guys only find out because they saw their s/o while they were at work? but they didn't know they even had a job bc they kept it a secret? it's perfectly okay if you aren't up for this rq! I hope you have a good day/night!!

Given it All | Mikey, Baji, and Mitsuya

- The boys with an s/o who's a breadwinner of the family.

warnings: mentions of family problems

genre: fluff, angst

A/N: Writing this made me kind of emotional because I have friends who are the main providers for their family and I see them work very hard. This one's for all the independent and hardworking people out there <3

Mikey (Sano Manjiro)

Another day. Another one.

Mikey loves feeling your hands. They're soft and smooth against his calloused fingers. He'll feel the palms in your hands every moment he gets. He always felt like a baby being caressed by your soft hands.

But there seems to be a detail in your hands that he can't miss. Every time you two see each other, Mikey would notice the burns and red marks on your hands.

"Y/N, what happened to this?" he asked.

"Oh, it just got itchy again. You know, the usual," you replied, trying to brush off the topic.

It has always been like that. Each time that Mikey points it out, you always try to avoid the topic or reason out that it's just a scratch. And it's not like he's saying that you're a liar, he just knows that there's more to that than just a mere scratch.

Which is true.

You didn't really want to lie to your boyfriend. It's just that, it's something that it's hard for you to open up and talk about.

At a young age, you were forced to live by yourself. Your mother died at a young age, while your father was a drunkard - eventually getting out of the picture.

In order to provide for yourself, pay for rent and other fees necessary to make a living, you worked hard. Currently, you're working full-time at a family restaurant where you're assigned at cooking. Although this was a daily task for you, you never fail to get yourself burned from the boiling oil.

It wasn't an easy life especially living alone. But at least, you have your boyfriend by your side to get by.

Now that you're shift has finished, you were tasked to throw out the trash at the back before you leave.

As you were about to walk away from that alleyway, you heard a familiar voice.

"Y/N?"

Looking at the source, it was your beloved boyfriend with a questioning look on his face.

"Mikey? What are you doing here?" you asked, anxious about how you'll explain this to your boyfriend.

"I just finished beating up some guy," Mikey said as he pointed out to a dude who passed out on the further part of the alley. "How about you?", he continued as he looked at your uniform and an obvious face that's waiting for an answer.

You knew this day would come. You just didn't expect that it would be today.

Sighing, and taking deep breaths, you explained to Mikey your story and why you work here.

"Y/N, why didn't you tell me?" Mikey asked as he caressed your cheek.

"It's hard for me to talk about it. I'm sorry for not telling you," you said as you looked down.

"Hey, it's okay," Mikey said. "I have a better idea,"

"What?" you asked

"Why don't you just sell Dorayaki and I'll buy all of them every day. Then you'll be rich," Mikey said jokingly.

You looked at him with a deadpan expression.

"But seriously, live with us!" Mikey said with such a happy look on his face.

"Eh?" you asked confused.

"Live with me, Emma, and gramps! I'm sure they'll be happy to take you in, you're my s/o after all," Mikey said, "Plus, you wouldn't have to work this hard if you don't have to pay for rent," he continued.

Your heart felt like it's floating in the air. How can you have such an adorable and loving boyfriend?

"I love you, you know that?" you said.

"Thank you so much, Mikey,"

"It's nothing," your boyfriend said as he kissed your hands. "You're like family to them after all,"

Maybe, the true family you've been looking for was always been by your side.

Keisuke Baji

You sleep early but the bags under your eyes were noticeable for your boyfriend.

Baji always thought that it was weird that the eyebags under your eyes were evident. Not like it's a bad thing though. You're still beautiful as ever in his eyes.

It's just that you always tell him that you sleep at 8 in the evening. Yet here you are, looking like you pull an all-nighter every day.

Maybe it takes you hours before you actually go to sleep? That's possible. But what if you just don't want to spend the rest of the night with him? Is it possible that you're getting tired of him?

It's only been months since you've started dating, but Baji couldn't blame you if you get tired of him.

But it's not like you don't want to hang out with your boyfriend. Hell, who doesn't want to hang out with theirs and experience late-night dates and night rides right? Especially if it's with Baji.

It's just that, you don't have the luxury of spending the night with your boyfriend. Being the eldest of a family of four, you have to work and provide for the needs of your mother and your two younger siblings.

To help your family, you work two part-time jobs every night. One is being an employee at your local convenience store and the other is being a kitchen staff at a local pub. Two jobs might be heavy, and tiring for you, but it's what helps you and your family to get by.

Your boyfriend knew nothing of this. You know that Baji's a great guy, but you're afraid of embarrassing the 1st Division Captain of Toman, so you just try to hide it and make lame excuses.

Tonight's the usual night. Same excuse. Same job.

Currently, you're responsible for the counter at the store. It's past midnight, and you wish you can catch up to some sleep. But you know you can't since you'll be unable to get your minimum wage.

As you're looking at the countertop, someone suddenly handed Peyoung yakisoba.

"Baji's favorite" you smiled as you thought to yourself. Oh, how you miss your boyfriend.

"And that'll be 145 yen," you said as you look up at the customer.

Well, that was unexpected.

"Baji?" you said, seeing your boyfriend's face.

"Y/N? You work here," Baji said, with a confused look on his face.

"Sadly, yes," you said.

"Well, care to share this with me?" Baji said as he pointed out the Yakisoba.

"I have a 15-minute break. Sure," you agreed. Thinking now's the time to explain.

As you and Baji met at the small parking lot, you immediately explained.

"Look, Baji. I'm sorry for hiding this. I want you to know that I'm the breadwinner of the family that's why I can't hang out at night with you. I didn't tell you because I don't want to embarrass you," you rambled as you look anywhere but Baji.

"Embarrass me?" Baji said, walking closer to you.

"Y/N, I'll never be embarrassed at you. I'm proud of you, okay?" your boyfriend said, reassuring you. "I just wished you trusted me more,"

"I'm sorry, Baji," you whispered as you hug him. "I love you."

"Text me okay? I'll pick you up so that you won't have to walk," Baji said as he smiled at you.

"Thank you," you said, with tears threatening to fall.

"You're welcome," Baji said as he kissed your forehead, "Now, let's eat okay?" your boyfriend said, excitement laced in his voice as he opened the Peyoung yakisoba.

Mitsuya Takashi

You're a busy bee. That's for sure.

Whenever Mitsuya invites you on dates on the weekends, you weren't available because you're busy.

When he invites you to have dates after school, you always have to decline because again, you're busy.

He understands it though. Mitsuya knows that you have to study hard for your siblings and that you have to take care of them as well. As someone who always looks out for his younger sisters, Mitsuya knew that it can be hectic sometimes.

What he doesn't understand though is the fact that it's evident that you're trying to hide something from him. He's not that oblivious when it comes to you. Especially after dating you for months.

You're bothered with it too. As much as you love your boyfriend, you're embarrassed about the job you have. But it's not like you have any choice. The job pays well and is enough to make a living for you and your two younger brothers.

After school and on the weekends, it is true that you're busy. Busy with the maid and butler café that you work on.

It's embarrassing enough to be dressed like this. But being seen by the love of your life? That's a different level of shame.

Now that you finished with your shift, you felt the exhaustion on your body. Standing and serving customers isn't a joke anyway. You didn't even bother to change out of your uniform. You just wore a hoodie over it, not caring about the frills of the clothes peaking underneath.

As you were walking home, you heard the familiar sound of an engine. Turning around, you saw a familiar face.

"Ehhh? Y/N?" Mitsuya said, stopping his motor beside you.

"What are you doing?" he continued, eyeing your clothes and looking at you as if he's waiting for an explanation.

"Mitsuya, I can explain," you said as your face reddened from embarrassment.

"Hmmm, I'm listening," your boyfriend said with an unreadable expression.

"Well, uhm, you see, I work at this café that requires us to dress like this," you said as you pointed out to your clothes, "But I don't do anything bad though! It's just we dress like this," you further explained, waving your hands.

"You look cute," Mitsuya smiled "I kind of hoped you just told me sooner. I would've made you some clothes,"

"Huh? You're not mad?" you said, surprised.

"How could I be? My s/o's working hard. Plus, I get to see you in cute clothes. What's there to be mad of?" Mitsuya said as he smiled at you.

"Baby, I love you," you said as you looked at your boyfriend with adoration.

"I love you too. But take me there someday okay?" Mitsuya replied grinning.

You just nodded and blushed at the idea.

[fandomlit]

gif cred belongs to @little-blvck-submarines

requested by anon “can i request a prompt 56 with c!techno where maybe the reader got seriously injured and is dying and in the midst of techno trying to do anything and everything to save them, the reader is just content that they were able to be with techno for the time that they were able to. and no pressure but maybe royalty au as well? i also love your work hiii”

warning detailed mentions of blood, injury, fighting, gore, and death

im ending my writing prompts,, feel free to rq before they’re gone

imagine losing a canon life in front of technoblade

technoblade reveled in the feeling of victory; you both had managed to fight a hoard of pillagers who were trying to move in a little too close to his territory, and you took them down within the hour. it was nearly twenty to two, and yet you two were victorious. he turned to share his pride with you, but technoblade’s grin fell when he saw you coughing.

your chestplate had cracked at your side, where an arrow had buried into your flesh. you coughed again and technoblade watched as blood dribbled from your lips and slipped down your chin. your tired eyes flicked up to him just as your weak knees crumbled beneath you. he surged forward immediately.

you stabilized yourself with your hands, holding your body from the ground as another splatter of blood split from your lungs. technoblade immediately dropped to your level, catching your arms when your elbows began to wobble. you let out a harsh cough as he held you closer to him.

“tech..,” you rasped out when he finally laid you flat on your back, beginning to unstrap your chestplate from your weak body.

“don’t speak,” he spoke quickly as he fumbled with the leather straps that held the strong diamond together. god, he had told you to wear netherite.. would it had made a difference if you had listened? “your lung’s gotta be pierced.. if you talk you’re gonna bleed out.”

but you both knew the truth. you were going to bleed out anyway, judging from the deep gash that had deteriorated your chestplate in the first place. 

you coughed again, deep red once again gurgling from your throat. but once the fit of breath stopped, he was chilled by how serene your expression was. he had already stripped off his chestplate, ripping his shirt off to tie around your bleeding abdomen. he glanced back up at the beauty that was your face, only to see your eyes beginning to droop.

“hey, none of that,” he spoke sternly, flicking at your cheek. your eyes opened to look at him again, and he could’ve cried from the sight of your tired eyes. so tired, that it seemed you might fall asleep. but he was worried that you might not wake up this time. “stick with me, okay? it’s not far back to my house.”

“do you remember when we first met?” you spoke quietly instead. he looked down when you scarily steady hand found his atop your stomach. when his eyes met yours again, you continued, “one of the first questions you asked me was how many canon lives i had.”

technoblade shifted so he was squeezing your hand as he recalled the distant memory. “we were in the middle of a battle, i-”

“i know,” you hummed. “but i still have another left after this one, techno. you need to remember that.”

he shook his head at you. “that doesn’t make it any easier.”

“i know,” you repeated, your other hand coming to rest on his pale cheek. your fingers felt like ice on his skin, but your touch was as comforting as ever. “im just glad i got to spend this one with you.” you began to cough again, and in seconds, your body disappeared.

[rosencrantzsguildenstern]

sasha 3, 15

THANK YOU BESTIE you're my favorite person forever i'm kissing you on the lips

3. [Choose a character] (so, Sasha for this) switches classes. What kind of skills would they now have, and how would it affect the game?

okay so this is a fun thing you've stumbled on because i actually have thought a LOT about sorcerer sasha! given she has. uh. mysteriously missing parents, the logistics of that work quite well and it's not a stretch lineage-wise. also, it gels really well with her backstory- maybe even works better than canon! in canon, she was exploited for her skills as a rogue, locked up and forced to do the jobs she was asked to, before being further trained as a high-society infiltrating spy/weapon. now imagine if she was a sorcerer- someone with very impressive natural abilities, a REALLY strong reason for why it was her specifically that got that treatment.

regarding the skills part of it, bloodline is a bit more complicated- i haven't thought about it too much, and while undead WOULD work quite well, i don't want its wires to get crossed with the revived-by-mr-ceiling thing? but, if, say, after that, she'd taken a level in undead sorcerer, that could work really well! (but does contradict the fun backstory thing i've got going on). another thing that fits sasha PERFECTLY is the shadow bloodline; it's got a lot of kind of rogue-like skills that fit her and her background, and the description is "you are often sullen and withdrawn, preferring to skulk at the fringes of social circles and keep to yourself, cultivating an air of mystery and majesty that is all your own" which. come on. that's literally also a description of sasha. (minus the majesty- her charisma's too low for that... oh god, sasha playing a charisma-based class would be SO badly balanced.) i could keep going on about bloodlines because oh my god, there are so many. it's insane. i have to play a sorcerer sometime. imagine the OPTIONS.

in terms of gameplay/plot, it wouldn't effect too much positively, because there'd be 2 sorcerers? like, she wouldn't be able to do anything new. when i've imagined this situation before, i came up with sorcerer specifically because i was imagining hamid would be something else and everyone would kind of switch around. (god, imagine a 2 sorcerer 2 paladin party... hell!) as a rogue, sasha's done a LOT of useful stuff; they'd be imbalanced, like they were in shoin's, and honestly? might have straight up died in kew. sad but true!

15. What’s a headcanon you think about all the time but feel you’ve never had an opportunity to share? (Again, about Sasha.)

regarding sasha specifically, i did get to talk about this one just the other day on the creating the line server, but half-chinese sasha is very close to my heart! copying some of my thoughts from that server, rq team has a habit of only mentioning character races when they're not white which is like....... :/// not great but it does let me go oh okay so there's no specifics and there is description like 'short black hair which spikes up in all directions' which ok as an asian person let me tell you my hair is spiky as fuck and its BECAUSE of my ethnicity! i always draw sasha as half-chinese and it works very well and is fun to draw/adds some diversity to your 'all the pcs' type lineups.

also, beyond that, i think it could be definitely part of why she looked up to bi ming gusset so much? (+ it's why i went with that specific ethnicity, which happened to go pretty well with her canonically being quite pale (which would contradict something like indian 😔) and her hair). like, she's half chinese, a lot of her family is white, a lot of british people in the 1800s in general are white, but then she meets someone who shares the same experiences and cultural heritage and also. like. is nice to her. regarding that though also, it still makes sense that she could be mixed because other london is CANONICALLY a fairly cosmopolitan melting pot, in 'the way that upper london isn't', which also lends some additional context to the Bad Time sasha has in upper london. #mixedsashaagenda FOREVER i will not rest until my influence can be seen in every rqg fanart THANK YOU.

[theres-an-impulstor-among-us]

uh, writing rq: spare 3rd life red!ren speculation, maybe martyn and ren both choosing violence? as a treat?

this was fun to write lol i think Ren deserves a little violence as a treat

cw: mentions of suicide (nonpermanent but better safe than sorry)

...

  Martyn enters the Renchanting building for the third time that day and finds Ren still pacing around, brow furrowed. He stands in the doorway for a moment, arms folded, and watches him. Finally, he says, “Are you planning on doing anything else today, boss, or should I just go home early?” 

  Ren doesn’t respond. Just as Martyn opens his mouth to say something else, Ren’s head snaps up. “Huh? What? Oh, yeah, yeah, that’s fine.”

  “You didn’t hear what I said, did you?”

  “Something about going home early.”

  Martyn scoffs and shakes his head. “Seriously, you’ve been walking around aimlessly in here all day, thinking way too deeply about something. What’s going on?”

  Ren hesitates, turning fully to face his assistant. “Okay, to tell you the truth… I’ve been thinking about going down to red on purpose.”

  Martyn’s eyes widen in alarm. “What?! Why would you do that?!” 

  “Because I’m sick and tired of people waltzing in here and just taking what they want,” snaps Ren. “I’m tired of being intimidated and walked all over and not taken seriously. If I was on my red life, at least people would be more wary of me and less likely to walk all over me.” 

  “That doesn’t mean you should deliberately die,” Martyn responds urgently. “I cannot stress enough how bad an idea that is.”

  “Well, there doesn’t seem to be any other-.”

  “No, listen.” Martyn grabs Ren’s shoulders. “You don’t have to go down to red in order to cause some chaos.”

  Ren frowns at him. “What do you mean?”

  “Well, Grian killed you, right? What’s HIS colour?”

  “Green…” Ren blinks as realisation dawns on him. “Wait…”

  “And Tango with his lava death trap. He’s on green too but he still killed two people. You don’t need to be on red to cause some chaos.”

  Ren grins at the hushed excitement in Martyn’s voice. “Should you really be condoning this? Isn’t it your job to keep me out of trouble?”

  Martyn shrugs, a slight smirk on his face. “You could argue I’m doing that by not letting you kill yourself.”

  “That’s a very valid point. So do you have any ideas?”

  “I have a few. Would you like some form of revenge or just to cause some random chaos?”

  Ren thinks about this for a moment. “Let’s start with revenge.”

  “Gotcha,” says Martyn. “So even though Grian was the one who actually set the trap, it’s fair to say he was doing it on Scar’s orders. If we bait Scar into striking one of us, we can retaliate and even maybe “accidentally” catch Grian in the crossfire. What do you think?”

  “I like it! Are we allowed to build a trap beforehand or does whatever we do have to be done in that timeframe of a red life being angry at us?” 

  “Um… No clue. But I can find out.” 

  “Hello there!” calls a familiar voice from above.

  “Oh no,” groans Ren. “Not Scar again. It’ll be hours before I can get him outta here again.”

  “Here’s your chance, boss,” says Martyn excitedly. “HE came to YOU. Kick him out! Show him we won’t be bullied or pushed around anymore!”

  Ren considers this. “You know what? Yeah! I’ll do it!”

  He dashes up the stairs and out into Dogwarts. Spotting Scar near the entrance, he charges over to him and jumps to a stop right next to him. “Scar, get the hell outta here!”

  Scar blinks. “What? I just wanted-.”

  “I don’t care what YOU want; I want you to get out and leave me alone. NOW. I’m only giving you one more chance.”

  He almost hopes Scar doesn’t leave; he’s been waiting for the opportunity to get revenge for killing him. 

  Scar doesn’t move. “Ren, you’re still on our kill list, you know. I don’t think it’s wise for you to-.”

  He breaks off as Ren whacks him with the flat side of his axe. 

  “OW!” he yelps. “GEEZ, what the heck?!” 

  “I told you to leave!” Ren crows. “I gave you two chances!”

  Scar throws his arms up to protect himself as Ren hits him again, on the shoulder this time. 

  “Get out before I start using the sharper side,” Ren warns triumphantly. 

  “W-Wait, don’t! Grian! GRIAAAAAAN!”

  Ren draws his arm back to hit again before he notices Grian crouched atop the wall, aiming a bow and arrow at him. 

  But Martyn appears out of nowhere, running along the top of the wall, and hits him off the wall with a shovel. 

  Grian yelps as he lands heavily on the ground. He half-runs half-limps over to Scar, the two finding themselves with an axe-wielding Ren on one side and Martyn, who has traded his shovel for a sword, on the other. 

  “What’s WRONG with you two?” Grian demands. “You’re not allowed to attack us if Scar doesn’t attack first!”

  “Yeah, see, we implemented a new rule here at Dogwarts,” Martyn responds. “If we tell you to leave twice and you don’t, that counts as an attack. We are allowed to defend ourselves against attacks.”

  Grian’s voice rises to a shrill shriek. “You hit me with a shovel!” 

  Martyn matches his tone. “You were about to shoot my boss!”  

  “Because he was trying to murder my friend!”

  “Because your friend keeps waltzing in here like he owns the place!”

  “Enough, enough!” Ren yells suddenly. “Listen, Grian: I’m done being nice. I’m done trying to get through to you two. I’ve asked nicely and I’ve demanded and I’ve threatened, but you refuse to listen to me. I’ve made it perfectly clear time and time again: you. Are. Not. Welcome. Here. So I’ve come to the conclusion that the only way you two will listen to me is if I kill you both.”

  Scar immediately leaps behind Grian. “No, wait! I’m on red! If you kill me, I’ll die permanently!”

  “Then that’s a great incentive to LISTEN to me!” Ren snaps back. “Now get out, both of you. NOW.”

  Neither of them move.

  Ren heaves a sigh. “Do I need to show you I’m serious?”

  He picks up Martyn’s shovel from where he dropped it earlier and swings it at Grian, smacking him in the stomach. As Grian doubles over and stumbles back, Ren hits him again in the shoulder, then swings it at Scar. 

  “GET OUT!” Ren screeches.

  Scar loses his nerve and bolts for the door. Filled with adrenaline and not really thinking clearly, Ren takes off after him, jabbing him in the back with the shovel. 

  “NONONONONONONONONONONONONONONO!” screams Scar. “REN NO! NOOOO!”

  Ren takes one last swing at Scar, but he misses and trips over. By the time he looks up, Scar has all but disappeared over the horizon.

  Panting and now with a sore knee, Ren gets to his feet and half-limps back towards Dogwarts. 

  Hearing a yelp, he glances up and is just in time to witness Martyn shoving Grian off the top of Dogwarts’s wall again. “Stop running around on our walls!” Martyn yells after him as Grian takes off running. “Go away!”

  Ren grins at the sight of Grian and Scar fleeing from him in fear, as he reenters Dogwarts and closes and locks the doors. 

  “That,” he says, as Martyn jumps down from the wall, “was the most fun thing I’ve done in this world.”

  Also grinning, Martyn starts to respond when he happens to glance down. “Oh, boss, you’re bleeding. Come here, let’s get that cleaned up.”

  Ren follows Martyn inside and sits down in his chair, only just noticing blood leaking from a cut in his knee. It must have happened when he fell over outside. 

  Martyn kneels down in front of him and starts cleaning the area around the cut. 

  “Thanks so much, Martyn,” Ren says gratefully. “For, um… For everything. Including talking me out of killing myself. That probably wouldn’t have ended well.”

  “It really wouldn’t have,” chuckles Martyn. “This was a much better option. Honestly, it felt good to kick Grian outta here. With any luck, they’ll spread the word that we’re no longer to be trifled with.” 

  Ren grins. “I think this is the start of a new era for us, Martyn. There’s a lot for us to do before we get to the level of power I know we can achieve.”

  “Well, before you go off and achieve that power, you’re gonna go to bed and rest that knee of yours,” Martyn says. 

  Ren gives a quiet chuckle. “Whatever you say, Martyn. I trust you.”

  Martyn freezes momentarily. It’s been a long time since someone said that to him.

  “What’s up?” says Ren, noticing this. “You okay?”

  “Yeah, I…” Martyn clears his throat. “Sorry, it’s nothing. You get to bed now; I’ll lock up.” 

  Ren watches Martyn head to the door. “Martyn?”

  Martyn pauses and looks back. “Yeah?”

  “Thank you for always taking care of me.”

  After a moment, Martyn smiles. 

  “No problem, boss.”

[fictionalsownme]

Congrats on 200!!! I didn't know you were in the atla fandom too!!! If it not too much, can I rq a drabble fic of zutara with the prompt 'id rather not lose you again'. Can go in any direction you want, and again, congrats on the followers!!

send in a request!

thank you so much!! sorry for the wait! 💞💞 fun fact about me! ATLA is actually my all-time favorite piece of any media ever, by like a lot. I love it so much, and it’s my dream to one day create a story on it’s level 😩✨ that being said, I’ve never written for zutara before! 😅 I’m normally a kataang shipper (ik, pretty vanilla hehe) but I’m gonna try!! thank you so much for the request and I hope you like it!! 🥰🥰💞

warnings: slight arguing, zuko is stressed, kataang is not canon in this so no cheating or anything, secret relationship, lightly edited

She knew Zuko was wearing himself too thin. And if he was trying to hide it from anyone, he was miserably failing.

Katara had been staying in the Fire Nation palace for weeks now, under the guise of being a representative for the Southern Water Tribe. No one had yet to find out about the secret trips to Zuko’s chambers in the dead of night, nor why she hadn’t left the palace yet.

It was like they were getting to know each other, both for the first time, and all over again. They’d stay up until sunrise, talking, laughing, learning. Katara would stay tucked under his arm, and he’d keep the silky blankets tucked up to their chins. They had kissed many times now, and though they weren’t entirely sure what they were to each other, and though they still drove each other crazy, Katara knew she was nearing a point of no return. She really liked him. And she was pretty sure he felt the same. He wasn’t very good at hiding his emotions, to be honest.

She worried about him constantly, and the ever growing bags under his eye. He looked more sickly by the day, always sighing, rubbing at his temples, waking up from nightmares nearly every night. Now that he was the Firelord, he was crushing himself with the weight of it all. Katara was trying to give him his space, she didn’t know much about what it took to rule the Fire Nation after all. But she finally had enough when she noticed him dozing off at a royal party, despite the fact that he was standing up.

She waited until she caught his eye, looking past advisors and servers and citizens, just to meet her gaze. She stared into his eyes for a while, making sure he was paying attention, then took a step backwards. He raised his brow, tilting his head. The sight reminded her of a baby otter penguin, but she suppressed her giggle and slinked back into the hallway behind her.

She waited a few moments near a wall lantern before he peered his head around the doorway. She extended his arms to him.

“Katara? What are you—“

She cut him off with a kiss to his forehead (one she had to move to her tippy toes to complete, mind you). The effect was instant and he melted against her, wrapping his arms around her back. This time she couldn’t help the giggle that left her mouth as she took his head in her hands.

“We’re not going to stay a secret much longer if you start doing stuff like this.”

“I’m rescuing you, thank you very much.”

She could tell Zuko wanted to be mad, but all he gave her was a lovesick smile. She found herself thinking that if he had a tail, it’d be wagging. But when she saw the exhaustion on his face, her smile faded. Like it always did.

“You need to take care of yourself, Zuko.” He rolled his eyes as she took on a harsher tone. “When was the last time you had some water?”

“I’m fine, Katara. I’m just…”

She poked at some wrinkles forming at the crease of his brow. “Wearing thin?”

He pulled away from her with a sigh. “It’s not like I’m trying to feel like this. There’s just so much on my shoulders. I can’t let anyone down.”

“Zuko, I know.” She touched his arm. He was always so warm against her skin. “But you’re no good to anyone like this.”

“What do you suggest I do, then? There’s no time to rest, you and I barely have enough time to see each other, let alone taking care of myself.”

“Us seeing each other is not more important than taking care of yourself.”

He went silent.

“Zuko!”

“What?!”

“I’m serious!”

“So am I! It’s taken a long time for us to get to where we are now. I don’t want to… go backwards.”

“That’s sweet, Zuko. But what’s gonna’ make us go backwards is you being all cranky and on edge because you aren’t sleeping.”

He glared at the wall, but it was softer now. Like he was more frustrated with himself than Katara.

Zuko started talking again, almost mumbling. “I’ve messed up with you a lot in the past, Katara… I’d rather not lose you again.”

He was so stubborn. And so… so sweet. Ugh, why did he make seeing him so difficult?

She tried to make her voice soft, gentle, as she said, “Come here.”

He looked up at the ceiling, like he was debating ignoring her. Eventually, he made the smart choice and yielded, stepping closer to her once again.

She brought his face down closer to hers. “If that’s the case, take my advice. I’m not going anywhere. You just need some rest, Zuko.” She placed a kiss against his scar, just under his eye, and felt his lids flutter closed.

When she pulled away he looked at her like he was in a daze.

“And hey! Maybe you could take a break soon. We could go visit Sokka, and my gran. Together!”

He nodded weakly in her grasp, then gave a raspy, “okay.”

She smiled, and pulled him in for a kiss. He tucked her hair out of her face and took a breath. A good, refreshing breath that soothed Katara’s worries.

With a few more pecks and a little wave, she headed back into the party, knowing Zuko would be in soon after. Hopefully, feeling a little better and ready to survive the rest of the night. At least until he could return to her always open arms.

(this was so much fun! totally not used to writing them at all, so let me know how I did! thanks again for requesting!!)

[milks-writings]

Iwa (he needs more love), Oikawa, Ushiwaka when their s/o likes to be big spoon please

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☆*.:｡.✿ 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: Hajime Iwaizumi x GN!Reader;   Tōru Oikawa x GN!Reader;   Wakatoshi Ushijima x GN!Reader

☆*.:｡.✿ 𝕡𝕝𝕠𝕥: Best bois being the smoll spoon 🤭

☆*.:｡.✿ 𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖: fluff uwu

☆*.:｡.✿ 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: swearing, teeth-rotting fluff

☆*.:｡.✿ 𝕒/𝕟: omg yes this is the content I’ve signed up for oasmdfsdf

Tysm anon! I love this rq! I am assuming you wanted HC? If not, just send me another ask and I can turn this into a scenario!🥰❤

Each character has about 180 words!

☆*.:｡.✿ 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

☆*.:｡.✿ Headcanons:

Iwaizumi, Oikawa, and Ushijima with an S/O who wants to be the big spoon:

Iwaizumi:

50% big spoon, 50% little spoon

He usually likes being the big spoon

But doesn’t mind being the little spoon either

If you ask him he will gladly let you be the big spoon

“Hajime?”

“Mh?”

“Can I be the big spoon?”

“Uh sure, I don’t mind” small kisses are exchanged and you are suddenly the big spoon 🥰

Soft hours with him :(

I can imagine him not really minding as long as you are happy!

Sometimes though, he really wanna be the big spoon :(

So please let him be the big spoon

He just wants you to give the feeling that you are protected and safe with him aww

But he gets used to being the little spoon

If Oikawa suddenly and somehow walks into you two cuddling rip Iwaizumi

The teasing won’t stop

Neither will Iwaizumi stop hitting him

The teases are worth if it makes you happy

N E WAY

If he had a bad day he will be so happy to be the little spoon :(

Like he usually enjoyed it yes, but now it’s another level of comfort

Oikawa:

100% pure little spoon

You don’t even have to ask

You don’t even have a chance to be the little spoon

He will just be the little spoon

So if you love being big spoon it’s the best match between you two

If you ask to be little spoon he will immediately just say straight up no

“Tooru can I-”

“No”

“You didn’t even know what I was about to ask???”

“You wanted to be the little spoon? No” how did he know owo

He loves how you are like a backpack on him

If you are smaller than him it’s even better

He is babey change my mind

If someone catches you two cuddling he doesn’t give a fuck

If someone teases him he will just brag about how they are jealous bc he has such a nice S/O

You don’t wanna be the big spoon?

Bish you literally cannot say no

He will annoy you to death so you have to say yes omg

Cuddles always after a hard day of volleyball practice if he isn’t busy :)

Ushijima:

100% Big spoon

You two cuddle and suddenly you are like

I wanna be the big spoon >:(

So you ask him

“Toshi, can I be the big spoon?”

Poor boyo is confused about that for a second “Uh, I mean, okay?”

Will let you be the big spoon

Ever since then he is 80% Big spoon and 20% little spoon :)

He just prefers having you in his arms and not the other way around

But whenever he had a hard day he will just straight up ask you to be the big spoon

Of course, you agree hehe

Sometimes he also just is in the mood for being the little spoon

He likes having your small arms around him 🥺

If Tendou finds out about him being the little spoon he just tells him “Being the little spoon is really nice sometimes”

He is so blunt literally

You both once cuddled and he just told you “I want to be the little spoon now”

Ogge I mean I don’t mind >:)

Slowly turns more and more into a little spoon thanks to you

[radioromantic-moved]

i lied i’ve got thoughts again. these are always long but this one’s Long long since i infodumped for a couple of paragraphs in the middle because i deal with emotions through lengthy rants.

-LOVED fern creature. easily one of my favorite parts of the ep. i especially love that we launched into that right off the bat with no preamble.

-hartro’s good with disguises huh? good with costumes? good with...acting?

-s3 ending leaked. the main cast forms their own traveling theater production. i am speaking that into reality the way i did with enola’s return and hartro’s redemption. merediths if you can give me one thing let it be this

-i badly want to make a joke about helen’s “it’s very tasteful. there’s ferns.”

-me when someone asks me if stellar firma season 3 is any good. is that anything

-something something trexel spiral avatar something something they like ferns

-HARTRO’S RED LINE CONSPIRACY BOARD...you iconic little fucking gayperson i adore you. mwah. 

-okay i am thinking so much about trexel’s protagonist complex both on a meta level and a canon level. i mean on the canon level it’s just kinda sad the way most trexel stuff is. feels very emblematic of how he genuinely really needs people to pay attention to him whether it’s good or bad and it’s just now sinking in that part of that might be because of the parental neglect shit shit shit

-but on a meta level it’s even better. i was actually thinking about this in regards to tma the other day when i was reading the summary of it on the rq website. and so as not to spoil anything it obv just talks about jon trying to get the archives in order and having paranormal experiences, which is so much funnier in context when you know that. from the standpoint we’re at now it feels like that was an entirely different show. which is where we’re going with sf too i think, but the craziest part of that is that going in most people (me included) didn’t even expect david to be the main character. in the summary you’ve got “trexel geistman and his assistant.” if you count the teaser as canon content, he’s technically the first character we hear speak. not even touching on the aerith and bob situation (sidenote he’s definitely trans because only trexel would name himself trexel). then there’s the plot itself, which david and hartro lampshade point blank, and even call it “the plot.” this started as goofy planet-designing adventures and now it’s a socialist clone uprising, with briefs and submissions as the comic relief. and trexel’s not good at consultancy, and i’m pretty sure he knows that at some level, but he knows where he stands with it, and as long as he keeps doing what he’s doing at least he’s not gonna be the one getting hurt. but he’s terrible with change, and would rather stick where he is even if it’s worse for him (david’s place...f). he doesn’t have ideas for this, people keep leaving him out, and he’s becoming -gasp- a deuteragonist. maybe it’s giving him too much credit to say he knows that something big’s going on and he’s not at the center of it, but i just know that learning to be sidelined (or even, wonder of wonders, finding a way to Help?) could be good for him if he wasn’t such a FUCKING ASSHOLE.

-honestly though i really love the trope of “person who’s tried their entire life to be special is wholly unremarkable” paired with “chosen one who would do anything to not be the chosen one.” wait a second that’s oren and dario in scream all night huh.

-TIME IS A FLAT CIRCLE.

-they/he david rights!!! but also :( because david is having to put himself down again. fuck you trexel!! be nicer to your only friend!!

-imogen snark is music to my ears. i love her i love her i love her

-wait we get a SCIENTIFIC EXPLANATION for SWOLE CLONES??? THAT’S what we’re choosing to delve into? this sounds like i’m criticizing it which i’m not, i actually think that’s hilarious and i LOVE ridiculous scientific explanations of things so actually this might be my favorite part of the episode.

-no this episode’s genuinely given me a lot to think about but i think i’m gonna relisten to it in a little while when my emotions aren’t all fucked up. everyone is such DORKS and i love them (i love david and hartro and imogen. trexel’s on thin ice. i still haven’t forgiven him for threatening to leak everyone’s secrets because of his existential crisis.)