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oimitocat · 4 months ago

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YOU TELL ME | OS

༘۠ hyunjin x artist! m!reader

༘۠ falling in love + nsfw + one night stand + fan (hyunjin) x artist (reader) + masturbation + teasing + getting together

༘۠ a/n; nothing else to add, just that the nsfw is more like a flashback than full blown smut

“this week’s biggest news! artist y/n is doing a world tour! the rising artist had caught a lot of attention not only from his new album that has reached top fifty on the billboard charts but also prying eyes from his recent attendance at a fashion event in seoul, korea! the artist has spoken about his—”

hyunjin zones out after half of the video. the video of y/n smiling catching his full attention. you have a beautiful smile, one he had fallen in love with even more the moment he saw you in person at the fashion event. up until now he’s only been seeing you through his phone, hoping for a chance in his schedule to visit your concerts and get an autograph.

“how about i sign you instead of this picture?” you ask with a mischievous grin.

“—the artist is dropping his tour list today at eight pm. comment down where you live and if you’re excited to hear his newest album in person!”

hyunjin look at the time at the top of his phone screen. it’s 6:30 am right now. which means the tour list already dropped. he quickly goes to your instagram and squeals at the sight of the post. his eyes rack the list but his smile falters after a while. you’re going to the usa, italy, portugal, germany and spain. not korea. of course, no one really comes to korea. he sighs, turning his phone off and staring out into the darkness of his room.

“i’m sorry?” he asked, confused at what you had said. “sign me?”

immediately, a paper is held up to hyunjin by a man standing next to y/n. hyunjin recognizes the paper, he doesn’t even have to read what’s on it. he knows. he looks up at you, startled and bewildered. is this… for real?

he had managed to get you on the way to the restroom. the event was still going, everyone is still sitting and socializing. he turns to his own escort. he’s never been in this situation, he himself has never asked a fan to sign the nda contract. as exhilarating as this is, it’s also very… embarrassing.

“hyunjin, right?” you ask, snapping him out of his mental turmoil. “don’t you want to get to know me?”

hyunjin swallows, “pen?”

the sight of your grin growing makes him want to combust in the spot.

he turns over, groaning out of embarrassment. did he have to sound so stupidly nervous? he can’t complain though, at the end of the day he got to experience something even better with you. the memory itself makes him a hot mess. all he had asked was when your new album would drop. he made conversation for once because it was literally a once in a lifetime opportunity.

and well…

the hotel. you were escorted to the hotel thirty minutes away from the event. the whole event you kept glancing at him. eye fucking him. not just him though, he was aware of everyone else eyeing him — yet, your eyes were what mattered most to him. he’s smiling to himself, biting his thumb until the time arrives.

he even texted felix, letting him know he’s on the verge of throwing up from nerves. all he received was a ‘liar, stop being delusional’. to which he replies with a picture of you serving him a glass of wine.

he pulls up that exact picture, eyeing your side profile. your hands— “oomf,” he groans, shoving his face into the pillow. those same hands that roamed his body.

he doesn’t exactly know what to say, he just listens to you talk. yet, his eyes are on you hand. the rings that decorate your fingers. you have one on each finger except the thumb.

he asked about it after you finish talking about how the event security did another artist dirty. you pause, looking at him intensely before smiling.

“it’s more aesthetically pleasing that way. don’t worry though, i’ll have my hands clean for you.” he stares at you with wide eyes as you lean in, after all, i want to feel you under them.”

and he leans in to kiss you.

hyunjin turns his phone off again, screaming into his pillow. the nerve he had! to kiss you! what if you thought he was desperate. well, regardless, what’s done is done. you had him and he had you. the desperation was both sided…

“you know you’re beautiful, right? why say it?” you say as you slide your hands up his inner thighs, feeling the firmness of his muscles. “you’re already a work of art,” he whines when your hand grazes his hardened member. “let me add some final touches though.”

you kiss his jaw, slowly going further down his neck. there’s a spot that get a gasp out of him. you kiss and lick, humming and moaning at his noises. he sounds so beautiful. you kiss down his collabone, his chest. as you reach his nipple, you bring your other hand up to his neck. the weight of your hand— ringless, because you had taken them off before bringing him to the bed— making him whimper. you suck and nibble on his hardened bud. he jolts and writhes under you, you have to add some pressure on his neck to get him to behave.

it’s hot. really hot. hyunjin almost cums from your attention alone. you kiss further down, your hand leaving his neck and coming down to his thighs. he gasps and buckles his hips when you kiss his leaking tip.

“don’t worry pretty,” you breathe out, smiling at how undone he’s becoming in your hands, “you’ll get what you want.” and you take him in your mouth.

hyunjin moans as he cums in his hand. he goes limp on his bed, airy breaths leaving his mouth. he closes his eyes, the last smile you threw at him before leaving the hotel replaying in his head. he remembers how weak his legs were after hours of you pounding him into the sheets. after coming four times and the aftercare that came with it.

it was so much.

yet so little.

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weeks pass by. months. hyunjin is stuck reminiscing on the past, at some point he doesn’t. his schedule gets hectic again. there is hope though. hope that one day you two could do something again or maybe just text. it’s not possible though, his management wouldn’t allow it unless the two of you undergo some sort of process. which sucks.

he’s being delusional, especially now with how he was told two months ago that they will be attending an award ceremony. the billboard awards.

the practice is crazy. the schedule is hectic. he wants to barf at some point because you’re going to be somewhere near his seat and the thought alone makes him nervous. will you treat him indifferently? will you act like nothing happened?

“you good?” felix asks, snapping him out of his thoughts.

they’re backstage now, ready to perform.

“i wanna throw up,” he confesses, giving felix a look.

the younger catches on fast. almost everyone in the group already knows now, his anxiety as the day of the awards drew near was too worrying. they all assured him they’ll have his back, yet he still doesn’t know what he’ll do if he really does become another person on your list that was a one time thing. obviously, it’s better for both of you for it to not repeat.

yet, he can’t help but be hopeful. as much as he knows it’s for the best… as much as he knows that the contract strictly says this will not be repeated… why is his heart so yearning?

he doesn’t mean to. he looks across the stage and glides over the countless faces before them when they finish their stage.

“wonderful work out there!” their managers yell out as they all file backstage. “if anyone needs to use the bathroom go now.”

“i’m good,” seungmin shrugs.

“come with me?” felix asks hyunjin, who nods.

hyunjin and felix are the only ones that go. felix happily praises him for “not spilling your guts out! see? all good!”

hyunjin rolls his eyes and shoves felix into the stall. he waits outside by the sinks, looking at himself in the mirror. he’s damp with sweat, his hair is still a little messy, they’ll do touch ups once they return.

the door opens, he’s not a social person, so he shies away and doesn’t dare look at the person.

“hey hyunjin,” you say loud enough for him to hear. he turns around, almost getting whiplash. you were standing before him, smiling warmly. “you look great,” you grin, “i’ve always wanted to see you perform…”

“ah, th-thank you, you perform in a bit, r-right?” hyunjin can’t believe it.

“yeah but…” you look around, “we could perform something else together later…”

hyunjin blinks. he wants to be swallowed up whole right now. felix is here. “i- uh…”

“hey, sorry, i don’t want us to just be hooking up… it’s hard to get past your management,” you hum, “let’s stay in contact. i liked talking to you, yeah we had fun but i like hearing your stories.”

hyunjin swallows, “ah yeah… me too, um, i could fight something out for us.”

“i’ll give you my personal number,” you offer, “just for you.”

you’re a lot closer now. he looks down at your lips, “okay, i’d like that.”

“awesome, good to know we’re on the same page.” you chuckle. “wanna wish me good luck on the stage?”

hyunjin can’t help but give you a look, “you don’t need luck, y/n.” he leans in and pecks your lips, “a kiss yes, but luck?”

you’re quite taken aback, really. yet, you grin, “yeah, i need you more.”

“ah, my teammate is here,” he ushers, panicked.

“ah,” you laugh. “okay then, one more kiss will do just fine.”

hyunjin’s heart could practically leap out of his chest.

and he kisses you, arms around your neck. he doesn’t want to let go, but with how sweet you’re being, he knows he’ll see you a lot sooner again. the hug you give him feels so good, he wishes you two had more time.

later, when you win an award. the words that come out of your mouth makes him want to die then and there.

“-and i also want to thank that person that gave me a good luck charm before coming here. i was good with just that but now having this award it feels like i have it all, thank you all for supporting me until now! i hope you continue to support me!”

felix’s side eye is something hyunjin might never live down.

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fairyysoup · 9 months ago

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beltane honey lavender chamomile possets

Blessed May!! I know I don't normally post about witchy things too much but today I figured, in the spirit of one of my favorite holidays, I'd share the recipe I made to celebrate (featuring a bit of kitchen witchery). Possets are a traditional dessert that date back to the middle ages, and utilize cooked cream with lemon juice, gelatin, or egg as a stiffener to create a custard like consistency. This one uses fresh lemon juice.

Ingredients:

🌷 four cups heavy/whipping cream (fertility and abundance)

🌷 1/2 cup honey (try using local!!) (longevity and sweetness)

🌷 1/3 cup fresh lemon juice (you want that b FRESH squeezed directly from the lemon's teet iykyk) (purification and love)

🌷 1/2 cup lavender flowers (love and peace)

🌷 1/2 cup chamomile flowers (love and peace)

(i used dry flowers for mine but i recommend fresh flowers for more oomf)

Instructions:

1. Combine your cream and honey in a medium sized sauce pan and place over low heat. Stir until well combined, then add your dried flowers.

2. Bring cream, flower and honey mixture to a low simmer, and then allow to cook for 3 minutes. The cream may bubble quite a bit- continue stirring and reduce heat if necessary to avoid scorching!

3. Once three minutes is up, remove from heat and stir in lemon juice. Mix until well incorporated, and allow to cool for just a few minutes.

4. Strain out flowers and pour the mixture into small jars or parfait glasses.

5. Refrigerate to set- roughly two hours at least, but overnight is optimal. If you're really excited you could try popping them in the freezer but I haven't tried that myself so use your own discretion. You just want the custard to set.

6. Top with flowers if desired and go crazy go stupid 💕

Enjoy the holiday and please reblog with pics if you do this, I'd love to see 🫶

#OUGH #rose posting witch content? it's more likely than you think #rose shut up #beltane #may day #bealtaine #beltaine #walpurgis night #walpurgisnacht #paganism #pagan witch #witchcraft #witchblr #recipe #kitchen witch

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bcofl0ve · 18 days ago

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okay. hi. home from my little ny trip and feel like i am maybe in a place where i can coherently say the things i need to say. anons are going to remain off for right now because i really don't want to deal with harassment over any number of the things i'm about to say lmao.

but you guys have made having this blog a good fun for thing genuinely mean more to me than i can express. and i don't want you to feel left hanging when you've been nothing but kind to me/its not *your* fault that other people have harassed me into dreading come on here.

a) if they broke up we will know when we know. that is truly, genuinely my only take on it right now. a friend said to me a few weeks ago that she used to be really worried abt how i'd handle them breaking up but worries less now because i've seemed a lot less parasocial/attached with was. a correct observation.

don't get me wrong i still LOVE both of them, i was just ebay hunting yesterday for stuff to add to my austin clippings binder lol. i'd be a little bummed, sure. but i really do think spending the summer in europe/removed largely from Gossip Fandom opened my eyes to needing to be less personally invested in the lives of people i don't know.

the ending of a long-term relationship comes w sucky aspects for all parties even if its mutual and for the better. if they did break up i wish them both the best in navigating such a big life change in the public eye and my ~take~ for right now at least kinda ends there.

b) yes i am still seeing salt cost climbing. if that makes you angry please say the words "i think you need to cancel your vacation/cancel plans you paid for and are looking forward to over the possible breaking up of two celebrities you don't know". and if that sounds like a normal thing to say to someone you need to analyze your parasocial relationship not just with a & k but with *me*. i run a blog you either like or hate and am otherwise a stranger whose decisions should not take up so much rent in your head. me seeing a play by a playwright i have admired for longer than i've liked A or K should not be something i even have to defend. my sister used to live in LA and i loved spending time there as a kid, its city i miss and am excited to go back to.

and as someone that likes kaia i am excited to see someone i like acting in a play by a writer i like. (i did have to change the date im going to later in january bc of school thing lmao- saying that so people don't think i cancelled when i'm not there on the 19th!)

and to perhaps make this deeper than it needs to be it has been almost half a decade since theatre anything has made me excited the way this has. when my original love for theatre was curb stomped by grooming, abuse and trauma i am not going to let something as menial as 'celeb breakup' ruin it for me *again*. literally why would i do that to myself and my own mental health.

which leads me to c) i will be very very honest that the past month or so i have been seriously thinking about deactivating. its a choice ive wrestled over with a heavy broken heart because i put so much time and work and love into this blog. IF, big IF i ever did it wouldn't be on a whim and i'd make sure things like master posts, long posts etc were backed up in the wayback machine because that type of fandom archiving is important to me. one of my biggest regrets w/ deactivating my broadway blog was doing it on a whim and leaving my followers worried and confused. i wouldn't do that to y'all. (and to be clear to my mota oomfs i would NOT be leaving the mota fandom/fic writing, i have a plan to transfer all my writing to a diff blog and start fresh if i did deactivate)

but i think the thing leading me to that thought is that i'm so incredibly burnt out. ive had anons off on here 99% of the time for the past month and all it did was drive people to harass me on my fic blog. even if i did make a separate blog for kaia stuff i know i would just be dealing with constant anon harassment on there. and idk if tumblrs anon blocking feature is broken or the people who harass me are obsessively making burners, but blocking has done about nothing the past few months.

which leaves me with...what options exactly? just never turn anons back on again? even if we got a breakup article right after i posted this i don't think people would ever leave me alone about it. ever.

and i think the thing that's nudging me towards wanting to deactivate is the thought that i can love austin from a mota fandom blog and be happier that way. and the yearning for a complete fresh start that hitting the big red button would give me lmao. but i don't know.

this isn't an announcement im deactivating right NOW by any stretch. i just wanted to be honest about where my head is at. ***though i have always had it in my head that i'm deactivating when i pass the bar exam and start my legal career, if all goes well summer 2026. that moreso for privacy reasons than anything- i want to do crim law and would prefer my clients don't dig around and discover all ~this~. but. i think i've already said that here before?

if you actually read this post all the way through i am kissing you on the forehead for your strength lmao. i mean it from the bottom of my heart when i say i love you guys. i hope this all clarifies my end of everything.

mollie <3

#mod talk

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wavesoutbeingtossed · 2 months ago

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I get why that anon wants to buy a ticket in Europe for the next tour… but please don’t. In Milan there were 20000 americans at each convert (estimated). So 40000 in total. *40000*. It was 13 years she didn’t come back here. You guys have so many shows. I get that it’s too expensive for you there but it’s expensive for us too here, and if you guys come flocking here we’re screwed. I know I can’t police what people do but PLEASE think about the fact that this kind of behavior leads to thousands upon thousands of tickets not sold to international fans and it’s just not right because you have had something like 60/70 shows, while Italy/France 6/8. Let’s put things into perspective here.

Anon, I'm extremely sympathetic to this, especially to destinations she and other artists don't frequent. But the reality in the music industry now is that this is going to be the norm. There's no way for Ticketmaster to prioritize sales for residents only in any place for any artist. If they had a better system where they could give locals early access that'd be wonderful, but they clearly don't. And to be absolutely frank, if those of us here on tumblr step back because we want our besties in Milan to get first crack at it, others are just going to step in and take the tickets anyway-- and more likely than not it'll be the bots/scalpers who do, not fans.

I'm Canadian and I couldn't get access to any shows in Canada, or even North America for that matter. With someone like Taylor, i think the unfortunate reality is that EVERYONE has to travel ANYWHERE for a show, so people in Milan may have to go to Stockholm, or someone in Madrid may end up going to Munich, or whatever. It sucks, but Taylor and artists of her stature on such a level that there is no such thing as just a local audience anywhere. So it's not an expense thing for most of us travelling to shows, it's literally an access issue. There's no supply, and we go to wherever Ticketmaster sends us via its waitlist system. Truth be told, if I had gotten a code for Toronto instead, my instinct would probably have been to pick that over Europe because being "domestic" seemed more convenient. But I didn't, and I got a code for France, so that's where I went. I don't know where the other anon was from, but it could be that they wanted to go to a show in the US but maybe they'll only get a code for Europe too.

I really, really hope Taylor adds more dates in Milan and other accessible cities for her next tour so that more fans get to go. The Ticketmaster bloodbath is awful and when it comes down to it, IMO it's not a fan issue, it's a Ticketmaster issue. I really, really want all oomfs to go to the shows they want to go to.

(I hope this doesn't sound harsh anon, this isn't directed at you or meant to be aggressive, it's meant to be sympathetic! Just trying to relay that people travelling for shows isn't a clearcut issue, and unless Taylor does a long-term residency somewhere in one place, I think most cities are unfortunately in the same boat to different degrees.)

#Pouring out my heart to a stranger but I didn't pour the whiskey #Anonymous #There are so many artists I'd like to see who never come to my city either so I get how frustrating it is

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beautifulpersonpeach · 1 year ago

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wait you are korean ?

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It’s not something I advertise but yes. African too. Mostly fluent in the three biggest European languages but can read and understand Korean, Yoruba, Ewe, Hausa, and to a much smaller extent, Hebrew courtesy my sister-in-law. Since I’m already giving you my bio, Anon, I might as well add that I’m female, queer, and occasionally anti-America but always pro-murder-beheadings-sodomy-untold evil upon-Putin. And because I’ve gotten asks from people unsure how to address me re: my race, background, and culture, I don’t highlight my background often because (1) it’s often not relevant to the conversation, (2) I don’t want people sending me things to translate for them (the fandom already has many wonderful translators, please use them), and (3) …who actually does that? Just going around announcing what they are. Because I kid you not, I’ve actually gotten an ask from someone trying to pick apart my posts before to clarify whether I’m queer, Korean, Black, a woman… demanding that I assert and announce whether I’m any of those things. And that’s just weird.

I’m going on a bit of a tangent here but this just reminded me of something.

A couple months ago I got an ask from someone asking me to confirm something their ‘Korean oomf’ told them about jikook and Jimin. It was nonsense of course, but I didn’t say that at first. I instead asked that person for the source, to allow me speak to their ‘Korean oomf’ on Twitter. Just from the text and the way the grammar was written I could tell the person was a fraud. Scrolling back enough and cross-referencing their username confirmed it. They were a white person pretending to be a 22 year old Korean girl who knew someone that works in BigHit on Twitter. When I confirmed what they were for myself, I went back to the Tumblr person who sent the ask initially. I told them to avoid people who claim to be Korean telling them this or that, to instead stick with known ARMY translators (even solo stans have known legit translators who are actually Korean. At least I know PJMs and MYGs do so they have options too), and pay the most attention to what the members themselves say. They are very consistent. I’m saying this as someone who has seen a lot of idols - one thing about BTS is that all seven of them are very consistent. If you’re just noticing something about a member, I’d say you never really paid attention to them before. Anyway, in both their strengths and weaknesses, BTS are consistent, so listen to them and think for yourself rather than what some self-proclaimed Korean person on the internet is telling you.

I don’t write what I do here to convince anybody. But it’s not escaped my attention that, at least in jikook spaces, people place a premium on what Korean people think. On how k-jikookers feel, and that a good compliment here is to have a Korean joker acknowledge your blog, comment, or point. It stands to reason to some extent since Korean is very nuance-dependent and cultural cues and knowledge is important, but I also see how that deference is ripe for abuse. So, I’m not mad when people occasionally send me asks questioning why I write things or what I mean exactly though I think I’ve been clear, because it shows me people are still thinking critically about the media they consume. No matter who it’s from. I don’t respond because I don’t feel the need to defend myself to anybody, but I overall appreciate the sentiment behind that anon being questioning in the first place.

At the end of the day, I hope the strengths of my arguments can remain no matter my identity. And that we’re all spending more time actually having fun rather than engaging in tedious discourse.

Lol. Soapbox moment over. More fun asks please.

#small psa

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imjusthereforironwood · 1 year ago

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Team CRDL's Weapons (Part One: Cardin Winchester)

I love weapons. It's what drew me into RWBY to begin with. In my personal life, I own a few firearms, and what I loved about early RWBY weapons is that you could mostly see how they worked. Ember Celica was fed by shotgun shell belts, Crescent Rose worked because of how the rifle would unfold, and it was fed by magazines. I love knowing how weapons work, I love when they had names that fit their "personalities", and I love seeing what niche each weapon fills.

The point of my rambling is that each member of Team CRDL has a weapon, and I'm going to talk about them. I'll mention what they have in canon, then try to mention any additions that I've included.

Starting off with Cardin, and arguably the simplest weapon of the team, his titanium mace, The Executioner. However, just because it's simple, doesn't mean it isn't cool!

The Executioner is a flanged mace, which, according to the RWBY manga, is built from titanium, and features a Fire Dust crystal in the center. There are eight flanges, two on each side, and he is apparently able to channel his Aura through it (also RWBY manga), though whether this is a skill all Hunters learn or if it's special to Executioner is unknown.

In combat, Cardin is able to wield it one handed or with both hands. (fun fact: Cardin is canonically left handed). He adopted a very powerful and agressive fighting style, willing to tank hits if it means he can close the distance. Flanged maces specialize in piercing and damaging armor, smashing them inward for maximum damage, and this means Cardin fills the role of the team's bruiser/tank. He gets in close and bashes some Grimm skulls.

The thing that makes The Executioner unique is the Fire Dust crystal inside. Cardin uses this to add a bit of explosive "oomf" to his strikes. As seen in the Pyrrha fight, Winchester was able to strike the ground and cause a line of explosions in front of him.

Side note, after doing a bunch of math that I probably messed up on, (basically, I took the size of a mace handle (38 inches long, 1.25 inches in diameter), and multiplied it by the weight of titanium (2.624 oz. per cubic inch)) I estimated that the handle of The Executioner weighs about 7.8 lbs., and the flanged head probably weighs about 1.25 lbs, making the whole thing weigh an estimated 9.05 lbs.

But please take my estimations with a huge heaping of salt. Even I'm not 100% on them. Plus, we don't know how much Dust weighs, nor what the mechanisms inside of the Executioner are made out of. It could weigh more than my guess, it could weigh less.

Anyway, when Cardin and crew get to Atlas, they will have the opportunity to upgrade their weapons. With Sky's help (in this AU, Sky is the weapon nerd of Team CRDL) the Executioner will be upgraded to be able to launch a medium range fire projectile at enemies, similar to the projectile Reinhardt from Overwatch can shoot from his hammer. (Come to think of it, both Cardin and Reinhardt fill a similar niche: heavy-hitting tanks that struggle with flying targets and long range enemies.)

Anyway, that's all for now. I'll cover Russel Thrush's weapons, the Shortwings next!

#rwby #au: reforming bullies #team crdl #cardin winchester #weapon design #i like medieval weapons #medieval weapons #reinhardt #overwatch

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just-some-random-blogger · 2 years ago

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Hey, I just had an idea for what happened in Character Development skskks

After what happened to that disaster, the reader decided to ignore Joel cuz she done being with him being an "ugh," ya know? She desurvvvv. And Joel, being what he is, tries to um get notice by her, but failed everytime (I really forgot her name, but the one who's Joel supposed to "court" is with him then he spotted the reader, he be like nyooom but the reader is already poof! Gone). That Ellie had to have to make fun of it, like she being a little shit as usual. And the woman he "courting" is really confused by his behaviour and said, 'Ghurl, I'm outta here, you weird'

Then, someday, he noticed that whenever he sees her, she already had a bunch of flowers like a random ones that you picked out from some grass and bushes, holding it with a soft smile on her face, making him shuffle to the core and get jealous, and ask her but the reader answered, annoyed by his insistence: "Someone." and she's out.

Then, another day with a makeshift wrapped gift that has a card with a hand drawn heart. What really triggered him tho was a home cooked snack that tasted a little bit sussy (said by others, maybe Ellie), asked why she's still eating it, she said, "It's the thought that counts blah blah blah" making Joel getting more oomf. The other person jokingly said, "What? You gonna say yes to him now with all this wooing lmao." she answered with a wink. "Maybe"

And that my friend sets Joel off the space. My man said he ain't gonna back down, so he confronted her, then a whole ass argument happened, like shouting there, shouting here. The suprise was that all those gifts she was getting were from a little boy who had a crush on her, wooing her lolol (just thought's cute and hilarious hehe) making Joel embarrassed from what he's acting.

You can choose what is ending it be, but please make it a happy ending. My poor heart can't handle angst again... also add Ellie finding out what happened and making fun of his old man

heya nonnie! i gotta say, when I saw this I was really excited then really nervous HAHAHAH. i'm so honored that you got so into my fic to not only want another part, but to as well as send me this ask with a detailed plot. what you just gave me is a full on fic tbh and I am not in the business of rewriting someone else's brain child.

I think it's a really cute idea but it's not at all what I envisioned this fic to progress if I ever made a part two. I think if you really want a joel fic with that plot/theme, maybe write it! hopefully you could tag me and my fic if you do! I'd love to read it as well.

BUT! you should know i have decided to make a p2 😌 cos of the bad influence @sloanexx who should be thrown in JAIL. i love her but the way our minds just link should be illegal cause what about my sanity?

cheers nonnie!

#ask #anon ask #character development #joel miller fic

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knuxklevelvet · 2 months ago

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i can’t even recall when was the last time i was able to freely express my feelings, i’ve been acting tough for so long people start to forget i’m actually vulnerable inside, my sun is in pisces, my moon is in aries, there are plenty of broken glass inside me, there are constant wars inside, please i’m not that strong you guys forced me to mask my feelings, you never know how brutal those words kill me “stop being so miserable your grandma has been dedicated everything for you” wtf why would an oomf weaponize my grandma in order to “encourage me better”? i’m well regconized myself as a burden, i’m still struggling with it, please don’t add on it.

it’s funny how i’m actually weighed only 110lb but i always feel so heavy in this body, i’m not exaggerating but literally, the weigh of my mental seems dropping into my reality i started to have hallucinations, i spend 1 hours/a shower section, 3-4 times, more than 1/8 a day just to sit under the shower, i need it to clean all my thoughts but the moment i step out, it all comes back, burries me

i avoid looking at the mirror, i can’t see my reflection, i see a burden everytime i look at it.

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rocksanddeadflowers · 10 months ago

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YAYAYAY TOY LORE TOY LORE!!!!!!!!!! Toy having absolutely insane vibes and UAGH TOY BEING MUTE I LOVE THAG SO MUCH YOU DON'T KNOW !!!!!!!! they HAD to come up with their own weird language of motions and stuff....... At some point Marius just knows what Toy means with the way it looks at him too or something!!!! Okay so um ....... I was thinking about Toy first meeting Marius while it's running an errand in town and it spots Marius on the street playing violin for coin and it immediately enamoured by the music and it wakes up this desire to sing along with him which is what gets it to approach him- TOY BEING MUTE MAKES THAT SO MUCH MORE OOMF FOR ME!!!!! IDK SILLIES BUT!!!!!!!! (<- deadass has the zoomies over these guys rn) like Toy stealing this poor girl's voice and processing all these emotions but on the upside it can sing with Marius now!!!!!!!! (I fucking swear too that everytime we add lore involving Marius he's just so oblivious to everything and I adore it.)(Also BOYTOY MARIUS YIPPEE!!!!! Tim and Bertie callled him Lyf's boytoy once and Lyf legitimately almost killled them.)

IVY LORE SOSNDNF FKF E EB YAYAYAYAY!!!! LOVE LORE LOVE LORE!!!!! idk her canon stuff well either (<- just. I don't know much canon stuff outside of the music and liveshows!!!! Never read much fiction or any other places with lore which I'm actually shocked that I haven't but eh.) so PLEASE DO!!! PLEASE EXPAND IF YOU WISH!!! Love what you wrote already I LOVE IVY SO MUCH!!!!!

so wait does consequences ts have the same kind of "what the fuck are you" kinda vibe as Brian? since it also is alive through magic, it's not really mortal or fae or spirit it just IS I feel like it must also be kind of uncategorizable. lyf is now double confused cause their friends boytoys crush's MARIUS'S bestie just isn't identifiable like at all

tagging @blazeismyname and @rocksanddeadflowers at the risk of starting another thread it's just the idea is not leaving my head and I want other people's thoughts and also I needed an excuse to call Marius lyfs boytoy

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hajimariwaquartet · 3 years ago

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Not necessarily a request but!! I'd LOVE to hear your theories on the new pv if you'd share! I have so many thoughts abt the character design cohojcojf

I HAVE SO MUCH THOUGHTS ON THE PV THAT MY TWEETS SHOT UP TO 27K HELP uhhh this is gonna turn out pretty long because i have so many thoughts

(spoilers for act 9, 10. 11 up ahead, along with copious amounts of angst)

FIRS, I LOVE THE CINEMATIC PARALLEL WITH THE FLOWER AND ASTEROIDS i thoght the pollen was a rather strange thing to be emphasize on banri and sakuya's posters but then i saw the pv and *&^@(^(!^$*($ THAT'S SO PRETTY

what if this bubble reflects reni's old dream of putting on a god-like performance? considering how bubbles pop after a certain amount of time and how it reflects the person before it pops, the fall and eventual pop of the bubble is a symbolism of reni's dream being "more real"? considering how yukio won't act ever again, the bubble popping means that reni is awoken from his dream (since he's the only one of the first gen who had the bubble, and how the first gen has the theme of "nothing lasts forever," unlike the newborn gen's "nothing lasts forever, but...")

HARUGUMI. OH MY GOD. THE CINEMATIC TRANSITION JUST MADE ME CRY!!!!!!!!!!! okay so they're pretty bright, right? then they have the vignette/filter before they zoom out, onto the screen of azuma's robot friend. they could've just made it zoom out, but no, THEY HAD TO PUT THE FILTER THERE. it could mean that the a-12 death theory is real and that the arc planet agents (hisoka and azuma) managed to document a-12 before they died.

(a-12 death theory is pretty popular on twt, since the synopsis of the plays from the countdowns imply that a-12 is just a rock now)

ITARUUUUUUUUUUUUUU%(^%*^(*%!^(*%^(!*%^(!% other than the fact that we have the zoom in on him and he's like the leader of the a-12 dwellers in the harugumi pic above... he's also holding the glass flower. we all know how a3 loves paralleling the plays with the event/main story, so i think itaru will have a pretty major part in act 12 (my irl also theorized that itaru will start the family etude for sakuya this time) some tweets to better visualize how impactful itaru being the glue in act 12: this is the thread that talked about itaru as glue, and another one

WHAT IF THIS IS ONE OF THE CGS... ONE OOMF ALSO TALKED ABOUT HOW HE'S POSSIBLY PRESENTING A MONOLGUE IN THIS, WITH THE REST OF MANKAI RIGHT BEHIND HIM... kinda like banri's portrait in act 11 :')

ALSO CAN I PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TALK ABOUT THE "TADAIMA" AND THE LYRICS TOO??????? a lot of jp artists i follow theorize that sakuya will go on a journey in act 12 (metaphorical or literal idk), but he'll still go home to his mankai family. also, the short version of the last planet song (and the long one too) has "tabibito" (traveler), and considering how the title of the plays are "home" and "origin"... it could be saku (the play character) going on a journey to find his origin, but he'll go home to anims once he finds the truth. to add to this, the harugumi part with the old leaders (where itaru sings last), he says "we'll wait for you" or smthn around those lines T-T

as for act 12... this is my theory. so, amadate sr. is very sus and he seems to have a grudge against hakkaku for not writing a script for his troupe. what if he sends out an offer for sakuya to join hyakka before he destroys mankai with more rumours (because he probably spread the rumours around banri in act 11). i don't know how they'll insert saku(ya)'s past since it's getting referenced a lot, BUT I JUST FEEL LIKE THEY'LL INSERT IT SOMEHOW (i crave sakuya lore and development). however, i think harugumi wouldn't try to influence his decision of joining hyakka (bc they're not aware of amadate sr.'s actual intent, but maybe aoshi and kabuto will), but they'll instead remind him that he'll always have a place to go home to (reference to: episode 23 of act 1 - a place that can't be taken away).

#a3!#a3! act! addict! actors!#act 12 theories #act 12 #feb answers #OH MY GOOOOOOOD ACT 12 IS ABSOLUTELY GONNA DESTROY ME I KNOW IT

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oikaw-ugh · 4 years ago

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HAIKYUU DEBATE NIGHT!!! (Inspired by Going Seventeen Debate Night)

*taps mic* Mic test? Mic test?

Akaashi: 1, 2, 3, 3, 2 , 1, 1, 2 ,3

Ahhh. They’re working. Good evening, Akaashi!

Akaashi: Yes, they are. Good evening to you, too, Leia. And to anyone who is watching this, good evening, morning, afternoon.

Ah, yes. Hello, viewers! This is Leia!

Akaashi: And Akaashi.

Us 2: ON HAIKYUU DEBATE NIGHT!

So, how are you, Akaashi? Are you feeling fine? Have you eaten your dinner? Do you feel uncomfortable? I have a better seat it’s called ‘my lap’-

Akaashi: I am fine. Yes. Yes. No. And I’d rather sit here, thank you. Why don’t we introduce our debaters for the night?

But you could really use my lap-

Akaashi: The debaters, Leia-chan.

Ah, right! Anyways! On the right we have:

SUGAWARA, ATSUMU, KENMA, OIKAWA, KAGEYAMA, AND TANAKA

Akaashi: And on the left we have:

BOKUTO, HINATA, TSUKISHIMA, USHIJIMA, KUROO, AND OSAMU

Alright! We have fully introduced our wonderful debaters for tonight! But before anything else, we would like to know their name as a group.

Akaashi: Right team, have you decided on a group name?

Oikawa: Ah, yes! The moment we knew we were in the same group…

Suga: We knew what to name ourselves c:

Atsumu: We will be called ‘Pretty setters plus a Wing Spiker’

Pretty Setters plus a Wing Spiker: 👁️👄👁️

Tanaka: In my humble opinion, I think tHAT GROUP NAME IS TRASH.

Kenma: *sigh*

WOOOW! I LOVE THE DYNAMICS OF THIS GROUP ALREADY! Oozing with unity and familiarity. Don’t you think, Akaashi?

Akaashi: …Yes. Now, to the left team. Have you decided on a group name?

Bokuto: YAH! WE HAVE DECIDED ON ONE! TSUKISHIMA WILL TELL YOU!

Tsukishima: Why me?

Kuroo: Come on now, don’t be shy. Tell them our group name!

Tsukishima: ….

Hinata: Come on now, Tsukishima! Say it! Say it!

Tsukishima: …. 3rd Gym Debaters.

Akaashi: 🙂

Ah…but quick question, though. Why?

Bokuto: OH! Because Kuroo, Tsukishima and I used to hang out at the 3rd gym a lot!

Ushijima: I played at Season 3.

Osamu: Hinata and I both have three syllables in our names. ✨

Everyone:

Tanaka: *suddenly feels fine with their group name*

Tanaka: *slight*

Akaashi: ….. 🙂🙂🙂

Wow. Logical and makes sense. Before anything else, Akaashi, would you please say what happens at Haikyuu Debate Night once again?

Akaashi: Right. Here in Haikyuu Debate Night we are going to talk about issues that we experience in our daily lives. We will have in-depth and logical debates about them.

And with that, Haikyuu Debate Night starts now!

Pretty Setters plus a Wing Spiker: *claps in a way a decent audience would clap*

Bokuto and Hinata: WOOOOOOH!

Kuroo and Osamu: *claps like a child*

Tsukishima and Ushijima: *too embarassed and too stoic to clap*

Just to make sure, I will state the rules:

This is a team-based debate

Each team take turns to restate their logical arguments.

Each team can counter other team’s logic and they can counter-counter-argue.

The debate will end when both teams have no logic.

Easy as 1, 2, 3!

Akaashi: Now, I’ll reveal the first topic: Supervision vs. Superhearing

Supervision gives you the ability to have superb vision to the extent that you can see through human’s pores - which I find disgusting, by the way. Whilst Superhearing gives you superb audio processing to the extent of hearing a person’s whisper who is 1 km away from you.

Akaashi: With the Pretty Setters with a Spiker in favor of Supervision and with the 3rd Gym Debaters in favor of Superhearing.

The debate starts with the 3rd Gym Debaters’ arguement.

Hinata: First of all, when you have superhearing, this helps in volleyball! With this, even when the setter hasn’t called for you, you immediately know they’re calling for you!

Kageyama: But superhearing only grants you to hear anything that is 1 km away from you, not somebody else’s thoughts, dumbass.

Hinata: 😡

Hinata: You’re right.

Hinata: But still! If I can hear someone who is 1 km away from me, shouldn’t I be able to hear someone else’s thoughts who is a couple of meters near me?!

Tsukishima: Oh my God. 🤦‍♂️🤦‍♂️🤦‍♂️

Kageyama: What?

Atsumu: Yer honor, the moment this tangerine spoke, this debate has lost its logic!

Akaashi: You know-

Kuroo: Your honor, let me redeem what my co-debater has said!

Kuroo: *stands abruptly*

Kenma: Here he goes...

Kuroo: What he’s trying to say is, imagine yourself in the court. And everyone is so intense to the point they mutter their thoughts out loud. Now, imagine your setter wanting to do a synchronized attack to surprise the opponents. The setter wouldn’t need hand signals or whatever.

Bokuto: Yeah! All the setter needs to do is *whispers* synchronized attack! And the team would immediately know!

Tanaka: Oh, he’s got a point-

Kenma: But that can also happen if you have supervision. Your vision would be enough to immediately sense the slightest difference of how your setter would be tossing.

Kuroo: Ah-

Bokuto: Oh, shit. He’s right.

Osamu: But wouldn’t supervision be overwhelming? I mean, everything around you is a hundred times clearer than how you usually see them. What if you get overwhelmed with how ugly Tsumu is at court-

Atsumu: You piece of-

Osamu: Then supervision wouldn’t be as effective as superhearing, don’t ya think?

Kuroo: Right! I was about to blurt that out. 👀 *he didn’t really think of that*

Kenma: I see where Atsumu’s brain cells went.

Atsumu: Excuse me? 😲😲😲

Okaaaay we’re kind of drifting away from the debate, aren’t we? 3rd Gym Debators, any more arguments?

Kuroo: None, your honor.

Akaashi: I’ve been trying to correct this but we’re only moderators, Kuroo-san.

Right. Now, Pretty Setters plus a Wing Spiker, it is time to present your arguments.

Sugawara: Kenma has emphasized this out but supervision can come very handy such as how the team can use it to their advantage at court. However, supervision can also be very effective for other things.

Sugawara: For example, what if you’re trying to read the person beside you at the bus’ text? With supervision, reading it wouldn’t be as hard-

Osamu: Wait, are you saying you’re using your supervision for the wrong cause-

Osamu, please respect the speaker of Pretty Setters and a Spiker. Rebutting is banned for now.

Osamu: w h a t 👁️👄👁️

Tanaka: I still don’t like the group name-

Sugawara: With my supervision, I can immediately know if the person I am beside with is having a fight with their loved one! Or they’re cooking ramen for dinner. How convenient, right?

Oikawa: Right!

Atsumu: True.

Kenma: ….

Tanaka: It sounds wrong but it is definitely, right!

Tsukishima: How is invasion of privacy right-

Sugawara: I rest my case!

Tsukishima: hOW IS-

Akaashi: Okay, 3rd Gym Debaters, you may now counter-argue Pretty Setters’ argument.

Tanaka: It’s Pretty Setter with a-

Bokuto: Your honor!

Tanaka: OI LISTEN TO M-

Bokuto: *reading on his paper without pauses* Allow me to show to you why supervision is a necessity, and is sensible and more practical than supervision! Superhearing can make me hear things louder and clearer!

Everyone:

Everyone: And?

Bokuto: That would mean I can hear the cheers of the crowd for me and even those who are 1 ki-meter away from me!

Akaashi: It’s 1 kilo-

Bokuto: That would mean I can hear Hinata’s cheers for me even if I am in Tokyo! 😊

Everyone:

Tsukishima: *facepalm* I’m sure Miyagi and Tokyo is not just 1 kilometer apart-

Kuroo: Shhh! You’re ruining our argument!

Bokuto: 😊😊😊

Ah…Is that all, Bokuto-san?

Bokuto: Yes. 😊😊😊

Ah…thank you. *clears throat* Okay, Pretty Setters?

Tanaka: I TOLD YOU, IT’S-

Oikawa: Your honor, I would just like to counter-argue Bokuto’s statement. How is hearing people’s cheers a necessity, Bokuto-san?

Bokuto: Well, it’s-

Oikawa: See? It does nothing. Can hearing other people’s cheers help you as you play? No. It can only rile you up. But do you know what it really needs to be good at playing?

Oikawa: *stands dramatically and goes towards the center*

Hinata: Good jump?

Kageyama: Good set.

Oikawa: Almost there, King.

Atsumu: Good hair?

Tanaka: Kiyoko-san.

Ushijima: Talent-

Oikawa: I don’t want to hear that from you.

Suga: Good teammates?

Oikawa: Almost there, Mr. Refreshing-chan.

Kenma:

Tsukishima:

Osamu: …I was gonna say skills but-

Oikawa: B O O M ! Exactly! Good skills! What’s the cheering going to do if you suck at playing and you can only receive by using your chest?

Tsukishima: OOMF-

Kenma: Pfft.

Osamu: That was uncalled for!

Oikawa: 💅

Bokuto: A-Akaashi…

Akaashi: I’m a moderator, I’m sorry.

Hinata: *loud gasp* 👁️👄👁️

Kuroo: That’s gotta sting.

Oikawa: Back to my point! What do you need for you to have good skills? *snaps* G o o d e y e s i g h t . 💅

Tanaka: *Gasps like he just invented the cure to this pandemic* Right!

Atsumu: Oh, shit. That’s true. *Matrix moment*

Oikawa: *flicks hair* I think I have proven my point on point. And with that, I rest my case. *goes back to his chair* 💅

Okay! Thank you for that Oikawa, love. Now, for the 3rd Gym Debaters.

Ushijima: *stands* Your hono-

Oikawa: AD HOMINEM!

Ushijima: I haven’t said anything yet.

Oikawa: Your presence alone is attacking me!

Tsukishima: Now, that’s ad hominem.

Oikawa: nOw tHat’S aD hOmInEM

Suga: Tsukki >=[

Tsukishima:

Akaashi: Anyway, Ushijima-san, please continue.

Ushijima: Right. Your honor, I would like to add to my co-debaters points. First of all, the other party is only focusing their arguments to how effective supervision would be if you are on court. Well, I would like to emphasize how effective superhearing can be even off court.

Kenma:

Kageyama: *is all ears because he respects Ushijima*

Sugawara: I’m sorry. Mr. Volleyball-is-life is gonna talk about using superhearing without the mention of volleyball?

Ushijima: First, superhearing is very useful when it comes to helping other people. Even if I am busy trimming the grass or harvesting the crops, I can hear someone’s cries no matter how faint they could be.

Oikawa: Are you a farmer-

Ushijima: I can also use it as a pre-caution. With my superhearing, I can hear when a truck is about to hit me or an arrow is flying towards me. It can also help me when I accidentally lost Tendo at the grocery store. But most importantly… *flipping page*

Pretty Setters Squad and a Wing Spiker: …

Ushijima: It can help me locate other players’ breathing when playing hide and seek.

Pretty Setters Squad plus a Wing Spiker:

Kenma: Anti-climatic.

Tsukishima: *deep sigh*

Akaashi:

Ah…thank you, Ushijima-san. That was…sensible. Pretty Setters?

Kageyama: *stands up stiffly* Y-Yes!

Suga and Tanaka: *claps*

Oikawa: *rolls eyes*

Atsumu: *whistle* Go, goody-two shoes!

Hinata: *sits properly*

Tsukishima: Another idiot-

Kageyama: I-I am here to defend my house’s stand! *flips page* I am here to point or to present some major flaws if you choose superhearing! F-First! It is considered as an invasion of privacy! What if you hear someone confessing under your 1 kilometer radius? And you hear them getting rejected? You are then violating that person’s privacy!

Hinata: But-

Kageyama: I’m not yet done, idiot!

Oikawa: He’s not yet done, shrimp!

Note: they screamed that together.

Hinata: 🥺🥺🥺

Kageyama: T-Two…superhearing can be very overwhelming. What if you are in the middle of the city? Surrounded by the crowd, specifically. how can you focus or how can you stop yourself from hearing them?

Kageyama: Also, you cannot block superhearing BUT you can block supervision by closing your eyes!

Hinata: But we can block it by listening to music!

Oikawa: What? Are you saying you’re gonna listen to music for the rest of your life just because of your superhearing? 💅

Tsukishima: *yawn* What about supervision then? You’re gonna close your eyes for the rest of your lives?

Oikawa: That’s…

Pretty Setters with a Spiker: 👁️👄👁️

Tanaka: But at least closing your eyes is not as dumb-looking as plugging earphones for the rest of your life!

Tsukishima: *triggered*

Atsumu: OOMF

Akaashi: Okay, hush, everyone. 3rd gym debaters?

Osamu: Your honor, allow me to end this debate once and for all.

Kenma: That would mean you ran out of logic-

Osamu: One! Superhearing is very convenient. I can hear a single whisper as long as it is 1 kilometer near me. You whisper you ran out of paper while you’re at the grocery story? Don’t worry, I’m on my way to give you some!

Sugawara: What-

Atsumu: They can just buy at-

Osamu: You’re a teacher and you forgot to tell the class about their homework? Worry not! I heard you and let me tell my classmates on yer behalf.

Osamu: You think Atsumu is ugly? I will look for you from the crowd and I’d tell you “Lmao ikr.”

Atsumu: What the fu-

Kuroo: PLUS! PLUS, PLUS, PLUS!

Kuroo: *stands up from sitting* What good will your superhearing give you if…

Pretty Setters and a Spiker: ….?

3rd Gym Debaters: ….?

Akaashi and I: ….?

Kuroo: If you can’t hear how my heart beats for you?

Sugawara and Oikawa: *groans*

Kenma: *disgusted look*

Atsumu: 👁️👄👁️

Kageyama: *blushing idk why tho*

Tanaka: …. *Wonders if Kiyoko-san would hate him if he couldn’t hear her heartbeat*

Hinata: *mindblowned like a 10 yr old who saw porn for the 1st time*

Tsukishima: *pukes in virtual*

Bokuto: *gasp* KUROO, THAT WAS SO GOOD! I KNEW IT’S GOOD THAT WE’RE IN THE SAME TEAM

Osamu: *confused boner*

Ushijima: *didn’t understand why everyone is so surprised when what Kuroo said is true*

Kuroo: *places finger on temple* Let that fact sink in.

Bokuto: *still mindblown*

Pretty Setters plus a Spiker?

Atsumu: Yer honor, supervision is WAY MORE convenient. It can help me with it, I can easily locate the ball! I can easily find the other pair of my shoe, ye know? I can clearly see how Osamu is way more stupid than me-

Ah, Tsumu, we don’t tolerate lies in this debate.

Atsumu:

Suga: That’s right, Tsumu. Don’t lie.

Atsumu: 👁️👄👁️

Osamu: PFFT

Akaashi: *is confused whether to laugh or to feel pity*

Atsumu: That’s mean.

Atsumu: WITH SUPERVISION, I wouldn’t lost my mother at the grocery store! Also, I can immediately find my teammates who are playing a prank on me. I also have the advantage in hide and seek!

Ushijima: I can hear the other players’ breathing-

Atsumu: Plis don’t expose how weird of a person ye are, dood.

Ushijima:

Kenma: *grin*

Tanaka: *raises hand*

Yes, Tanaka-san?

Tanaka: To counter Kuroo’s claim though...what good would it bring if I can hear your heart beat if I can’t see your worth?

Pretty Setters plus a Spiker:

Atsumu: Holy shit. That’s some cool angst. *places left hand on waist and right hand on chin*

Oikawa: *looks away as he surprisingly felt that*

Kenma: What...

Kageyama: *is blushing again idk why*

Suga: I--I am---I *chokes*

Kuroo: *silent because that shit hurted*

Hinata: *mindblowned like a 10 yr old who saw porn for the 1st time* (2)

Ushijima: *knew about this fact not too long ago so this does not surprise him*

Osamu: *confused sad boner*

Tsukishima: *is done*

Bokuto: WHY ARE YOU NOT ON MY TEAM?!?!? THAT WAS GOOD, TOO!

That got me thinking, too...

Akaashi: *silent because he is analyzing*

Tanaka: *suddenly feeling proud* nOw, LeT tHaT fAcT sInK iN...

OKAY! Kenma and Tsukki, any thoughts? You have been silent the whole duration of this debate.

Kenma: *disgusted face* I’d rather not.

Tsukishima: I refuse to partake in this idiotic debate.

Akaashi: *totally understands the setters’ decision*

Well...ummm...okay...So I guess both teams have lost their logic?

Akaashi: Right.

So! WHO DO YOU THINK WON THIS ARGUMENT? IS IT THE PRETTY SETTERS WITH A SPIKER? OR 3RD GYM DEBATORS?

Akaashi: Please leave your thoughts and your votes on the comments down below.

Once again, this is Leia.

Akaashi: And Akaashi.

Both: Your moderators and this is: DEBATE NIGHT!

also everyone: *still feeling angsty with Tanaka’s statement*

also Tsukki and Kenma: Finally, it’s done!

-END BECAUSE I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT TO WRITE NEXT LMAO-

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panda-noosh · 4 years ago

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Hello Aticus! I see ‘requests are open’ and immediately a dozen joyful thoughts run through my head! May I request something with an animagus reader or a demigod AU? Thank you for sharing your writing! :)

the night is always better. darkness keeps you hidden; that’s all you need these days.

it started a few years ago. you were young, just entering your second year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. you’d heard all about animagus, the magic folk who can change into an animal of their choosing. back then, it was the most bizarre concept to wrap your head around; who could possibly want something like that?

others in your class thought it was cool. they would spend lessons trying to find the spell for it, but such a spell was always kept hidden very deeply in the textbooks, and maybe rightly so.

you didn’t need a textbook, though. having an animagus for a brother found to be a helping hand when it came to your own transformations.

it happened one night in December. it was cold, and honestly, you probably shouldn’t have been out of the castle at that time, but you were getting restless. Filch had been keeping a close eye on you since he last caught you sneaking out of the dorms, meaning your late night trips to the Forbidden Forest have been few and far between. you couldn’t take it any more, though - you needed out.

so you got out.

the Forbidden Forest was just as welcoming as it always has been. you lost yourselves in the trees that night, not even thinking about a transformation, but then it happened. it happened, and there was nothing you could do but let it happen. it wasn’t scary; you didn’t cry out for help, because you’d seen this happen to your brother on plenty of occasions. part of you always thought it would just be a matter of time until you found yourself experiencing the same thing.

you were a fox. a bit of an anti climax, but it was cool enough.

that night, you spent hours parading through the snow in your fox form, bouncing up and down, letting the white flakes drift over your head as your tail swooped them out from beneath you; it was the time of your life, and every night after that, you found yourself sneaking through the forest in a form unlike your own, enjoying yourself more than you would ever begin to think you could.

and now, three years later, and you’re ashamed to say it’s Fred Weasley who catches you out.

Fred bloody Weasley. the one person in the world who would rather tease you for this transformation than run away screaming.

he stands over you, an eyebrow raised. you slip back into human form, landing heavily in the grass with a comedic oomf to really top off your embarrassment. where he even came from, you are unsure, but that doesn’t even matter now because he’s stood over you with his arms folded over his chest and a tiny smile playing on his face, and you honestly just want to hit him.

“what are you doing out of bed?” you find yourself asking.

Fred laughs. “i could ask the same about you, y/n, but it looks like i have my answer.” he tilts his head to the side. “when were you gonna tell me you’re an animagus?”

you scramble to your feet, brushing blades of grass from the seat of your robes. “i wasn’t, because it’s none of your business.”

“of course not. it would still have been good to know.” he rakes his eyes along your form. for just a second, you have to remind yourself that you are indeed human, you did turn back. what he sees right now is you, just as he knows you to be. “so a fox, huh? did you choose that for yourself, or...”

“no,” you bark. “it’s not my choice what i turn into. it just kind of happens.”

“so this is a genetic thing?”

you fold your arms over your chest, glaring at him. “do you have to ask so many questions?”

“sorry, love. it’s just not everyday i come into the forest to see one of my pals morphed into a fox.”

you scowl. “my brother’s an animagus, too.”

Fred’s features soften. “aaaaah.”

“it’s honestly not a big deal.”

“are you registered?”

you pause. shit. you never even thought of that; for years, you have been skirting around the law in any attempt to keep out of the governments eyes when it comes to your animagus abilities. it’s not like you’re a rebel, but you seriously have no respect for the people in the Ministry, and you would much rather stay as far from them as possible; it’s kind of difficult to do that when they’re keeping an eye on your every move.

Fred must take your silence as a no, because a smile immediately lights up his face. he laughs, clapping his hands in amusement. “no way! you’re really out here running about as a fox, and the Ministry have no idea?”

you hiss, darting forward to slap your hand against his mouth. “can you keep your voice down, bloody hell! do you want the whole castle to know?”

Fred laughs against your palm. “i’m amazed.”

you pull away, shaking your head. “Fred, please, just leave it alone. don’t tell anyone - not even that brother of yours.”

Fred rolls his eyes, stuffing his hands in his robes. “i won’t tell a soul. you can trust me.”

you glare at him. in all honesty, you and Fred have always gotten along; in fact, you find him quite attractive, quite a blast to be around, but he’s really gotten on your nerves now. he just gets around, and you don’t even know how. you have to plan days in advance before you can even think of sneaking out of Hogwarts, and he just happens to be there every time you turn a bloody corner, like it doesn’t cost him a thought.

but this is just too far. he shouldn’t know about any of this. he shouldn’t know about you.

you can only hope he doesn’t tell the Ministry anything.

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two days later, Snape stands at the teachers table and demands attention from everyone. you reluctantly look up from your spell book.

he doesn’t look too happy, but that really isn’t saying much when it comes to Severus Snape. his long nose points down at the sea of students he stands before, his knobbly hands folded in front of him. as per usual, he takes a minute to just bask you all in silence before finally starting on what he actually wants to announce.

“it has come to our attention, as a teaching board, that there have been footprints traipsing through the Forbidden Forest recently.”

nobody gasps. nobody really cares.

not until Snape says, “the footprints show evidence of an Animagus amongst us.”

your heart spirals. your head snaps up entirely, mouth running dry. immediately, your hands begin to tremble, and you can’t even think straight; that doesn’t make sense. you make sure to cover your footprints as best as possible every time you leave.

but then you remember the last time you went in. Fred had shown up, distracted you completely. you must have left your track there. you must have slipped up.

your eyes dart to the Gryffindor table. Fred, too, has frozen, staring up at Snape with wide, brown eyes. you want to scream at him. you want to tell him to just get up and leave with you right now, because if the school finds out about your abilities, or Fred’s involvement, the two of you will be sent straight to a hearing, and neither of you can afford that. neither of you can deal with that. neither of you can-

Fred stands up before you can warn him.

his chair screeches throughout the hall, forcing everyone’s attention to him. people whisper, but you can only focus on his voice when he says, “you idiot; that isn’t Animagus footprints. that’s me taking Doris on a walk at night.”

Snape blinks. “pardon, Mr Weasley?”

Fred rolls his eyes, really getting into his role. “Doris, my pet Tibetan fox; she strolls into the Forbidden Forest some nights, and i walk with her so she doesn’t get lost. i thought i’d covered my tracks the other night, but i guess not.” he scoffs, shaking his head. “honestly, Snape, an Animagus. you know full well those are all kept on a leash by the Ministry. imagine one getting through the school without being noticed.”

Snape’s nostrils flare as a chorus of laughter erupts from the students; even a few teachers join in, the mere idea of an Animagus slipping through their fingers clearly unbelievable. your cheeks heat up, and you duck your head down, heart still hammering in your chest from such a close call. you could scream at Fred, of course, for getting himself into so much trouble, because now he’s just exposed himself for walking around the Forbidden Forest after hours, but god, you could kiss him, too, because he’s basically just saved your life.

Snape, of course, chastises the Weasley boy in front of everyone, whinging about how rules are rules and Fred will now be doing a detention with him every night until the end of term. Fred takes it all like a champ, nodding along to each punishment before lowering himself into his seat and sending you a sly wink.

your heart starts thundering for a completely different reason.

you catch up to him once dinner is finished. he’s waiting on you, leaned against the railing of the staircase with a smirk on his face, his head tilted down just a little bit. you don’t even hold back, instead choosing to jump directly into his arms.

he laughs, bunding you up as he says, “you have to be more careful next time, Fantastic Fox!”

you kiss his cheeks over and over. “you. crazy. man.” you pull away, holding him at arms length. “do you know how much trouble you could have gotten into in there?”

“i did get in a lot of trouble,” he laughs. “but it’s okay. better a few detentions than you getting thrown in Azkaban.”

you shake your head dumbly. “Fred, you really didn’t have to do that...”

he shrugs. “i know, but i don’t really have to do anything.”

and before he can say another dumb comment, you throw yourself forward and kiss him, because you want to, because nobody has ever done anything like that for you before, and honestly, Fred is just a really attractive man who is really nice, even though he tries hiding it from everyone.

when you pull away, his eyes are wide, glazed over with a dopey smile to really add to the ensemble. you roll your eyes, swiping your finger along his bottom lip.

“close your mouth, Weasley, or you’ll catch flies.”

“can you turn into flies, too?”

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hotgirlrpt · 4 years ago

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anon: people really gripe over kpop fcs in rp and then show up and apply for a kpop fc. all i'm seeing is u worried more about being ignored than u are about being diverse lmao. just show the fuck up and then maybe we'll have more than 6 diverse poc fcs in a single rp????

anon: you guys always push for more diversity but all people do is play the same five pale kpop stars. where’s the middle eastern pocs?? where’s other asian fcs??? give me real diversity and not this joke u all call poc rps. it’s always 90% kpop stars that underwent plastic surgery to have more european futures im TIRED of ppl pretending it’s poc when it’s just the palest asian fcs y’all can find

my take is this: i think it’s GREAT to advocate for diverse fcs in rp. i think we should all be doing more of that advocating and we should ALL be putting in our own efforts to make it more diverse. BUT where yall got me a little confused is with the weird kindustry slander that comes along with it :( i think we can advocate for diversity WITHOUT putting down an entire group of VALID, POC faces. i don’t think these things need to be mutually exclusive. kpop faces are valid and i think we should be discussing the silly stuff like “omg jennie kims are annoying lately” instead of invalidating korean people’s ethnic identity by making snarky comments on their appearance, and instead of trying to quantify how ethnic they are on some weird scale. does that make sense???

also besties and oomfs please add your RESPECTFUL commentary to this discussion i’d love to know how you feel.

#saweetie #rpt #twitter rpt

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Way Down We Go Pt 2

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The emergency lights kicked lending the space an ethereal glow. Under other circumstances it would be considered romantic. If they didn't mean that she was now trapped in a metal box with Starling City's prodigal son. Her glasses had fallen off somewhere but she had to untangle herself from Oliver Queen in order to find them. Felicity gasped as she tried to get up. This however meant that she had to put more weight on the Mayor’s body. Needless to say, she ended up touching him in places other women would beg to touch.

“Why are you so hard?” she asked trying to figure out if he was really as much a fitness freak as the tabloids reported.

He made a weird noise like he was choking. Felicity looked at him perplexed as she finally located her discarded glasses behind his head and put them on. Then she replayed her last words in her mind.

“Oh!”

Mayor Queen just pressed a hand to his mouth. Felicity began a heartfelt - if somewhat - incoherent apology before she realized that he wasn’t mortified. Nope. The bastard was actually laughing.

“Oomf, let me get up, you..." She struggled to find an appropriate insult, "You’re so immature Mr. Thick Thickety Thickface!”

“What did you call me?”

He hadn’t stopped laughing and his blue eyes were sparkling with amusement and mischief.

“Thickface. You know. Like from Doctor Who.”

“Who?”

“For TARDIS’s sake, I’m stuck in an elevator with a man who hasn’t even heard of Doctor Who.”

She paused for a second looking around. She was actually stuck in there, wasn’t she? Odd, she hadn't considered herself claustrophobic but the fact that she was closed-in and had no way to escape made her hyperventilate. Felicity tried to get a deep breath but realized she couldn’t. Being familiar with panic attacks since her college days didn't mean she could easily defeat them. She hugged herself and backed away.

“What’s wrong?”

He sounded completely serious now. He was even using his mayoral voice. It was deep, full of concern and really attractive, not that she would ever tell him that.

“I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s the matter.”

“We’re stuck here, you dufus! And I just realized something. I think I’m afraid of narrow cramped spaces.”

“You think?”

“Fine. I know I’m afraid. Happy?”

He muttered something unintelligible and pulled out a slick iPhone. Technology! Felicity had left all her things at the office but surely he hadn’t. Why hadn’t she thought of that? Instead she had gone from insulting the Mayor to panicking in front of him.

Great, Felicity. Just great.

Relief flooded her body and she sat down in the corner. She might as well get comfortable while waiting for rescue. Judging by his ‘hello’ the Mayor managed to get somebody on the line. Probably poor Denise who was the most efficient person Felicity had ever met. Which was good because it meant that their time together was coming to an end. Quite literally since this was Felicity’s last day on the job.

“How soon can you get us out of here?”

Whatever the other person’s reply was, he didn’t look pleased.

“Fine,” he said and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Can you call Makayla and warn her? Tell her she can wait at the loft. I’ll be home as soon as I can.”

Felicity grimaced. Of course he had a date. It was Friday night, the man was single and half of Starling was in love with him. Women must wait in queues for the chance to go out with the mayor. Makayla must be a supermodel or influencer. Or perhaps a youtuber? Felicity shuddered at the thought.

While she had been pondering Makayla's profession, he had put the phone back in his pocket and he didn’t look happy.

“So, we’re not leaving anytime soon huh?”

“Unfortunately, no.” He rolled his shoulders and crossed his ankles. “Do you still feel anxious?”

“Don’t talk about that! I’m fine talking literally about anything else. Just don’t remind me-”

“That you’re stuck in an elevator with me. I heard.”

His voice wasn’t that soft now. He actually sounded prissy. Felicity had to admit that she hadn’t been very welcoming in the past but she had a good reason for that. Also, she never said that she minded being trapped with him specifically.

She cleared her throat. “It’s better that you’re here to be honest. It would have been so much worse if I had been stuck all by myself.”

He stared at her in surprise. “Do you know that’s the first kind thing you have ever said to me, Miss Smoak?”

Felicity smoothed her polka dot dress to avoid looking at him. “Umm, you can call me Felicity you know. After all, I already called you a dufus and a thickface.”

He smiled. And not his fake ‘everything will be okay’ politician’s smile but a real one. She could tell from the way his eyes crinkled at the corners and an adorable dimple appeared on his face. Felicity smiled back feeling absurdly pleased.

“And you can call me Oliver, Felicity. I prefer it to dufus anyway.”

She almost shook his hand but since she had been working at City Hall for more than two years it would be totally crazy.

“Just keep talking to me, Oliver. So that I don’t panic again.”

He loosened his tie and considered her.

“Shall we play a game?”

Felicity gave him a sideways glance. It wouldn’t do to forget that this man was a notorious playboy.

“What kind of game?” she asked, narrowing her eyes.

He lifted his arms in surrender. “Hey, I live with an eleven-year-old these days. We play guessing games in the car to school so that he doesn't get bored. What did you think I was talking about?”

Felicity winced. She had put her foot in her mouth. Again. People tended to disregard the fact that he was the father of a young boy and not the man who frequented Verdant, getting drunk and sleeping with pretty socialites. Apparently she was guilty of making the same mistake.

“How about twenty questions? I would suggest ‘I spy’ but we would be done in about thirty seconds in here.”

Oliver flashed her a half-smile and nodded. “Me first.” He was quiet for a few moments. “What is Doctor Who?”

Felicity tsked. “Your knowledge of popular culture is sorely lacking if you don’t know the answer to that. Doctor Who is a British science fiction show. It would take me years to properly explain it because it’s been running since 1963.”

“1963?” he asked, full of awe.

Felicity giggled at his expression. “Fans of the show are called whovians.”

“Now you’re pulling my leg.”

“Nope.” She couldn’t help but add, “There is a time machine on the show. Also, aliens and monsters.”

“And I thought that Keeping Up With The Kardashians is the weirdest thing on TV.”

“You don’t know Doctor Who but you know the Kardashians?”

He laughed openly at her outrage. “Your turn, Felicity.”

“They say you have a tattoo. True or false?”

“True.”

“Where? What is it?” Felicity had always been fascinated by tattoos. She was too afraid of needles to ever consider getting one herself but the thought that Starling City’s mayor was hiding a tattoo underneath those Armani suits… It was hot. Undeniably hot.

“The one they’re talking about is on my left shoulder. It’s a dragon.”

“You got more than one?”

“Yes.”

“Curiouser and curiouser!”

“That I recognize. It’s from Alice in Wonderland, right?”

Felicity was surprised he recognized that iconic line. “Your son likes fairytales?”

“No. Thea went through a whole fairytale phase when she was little. Mom had to read her this one for a bedtime story everyday for a year. We had Alice in Wonderland tea parties and I was always the Mad Hatter.”

She tried to picture him wearing a top hat and sipping from a delicate teacup and failed. The man the city had voted as mayor two years ago was too serious and too sexy to play dress up with a little girl. Although the fact that he was willing to do that for his sister earned him a lot of brownie points.

“Are there incriminating pictures?”

“No.” He answered so quickly that his denial had to be a lie. “That was your fifth question, Felicity. It’s my turn now.”

“Ugh, fine.”

“You’d rather be the one asking the questions, wouldn’t you?”

“I can’t help it. You’re kind of intriguing.”

“Yes,” he said, accepting the compliment because it was true, “but it’s more than that.”

“I’m not that interesting, Oliver.”

“I beg to differ. You’re very interesting. And you owe me three more questions before it’s your turn again.”

Wrinkling her nose, she crossed her arms and silently gave him permission to go ahead.

“Do you have any brothers or sisters?”

“Mr. Mayor that is the most boring question in the history of this game.”

“Humor me, Felicity. You know everything about my family,” his voice slightly mocking, “but I know nothing about yours.”

“Well, since you told me about your Alice in Wonderland tea parties…” she began. Oliver chuckled in a way that showed he enjoyed her teasing so she went on, “I have no siblings. That I know of.”

He tilted his head and a furrow appeared on his forehead. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“That’s a story for another time.”

She thought that her refusal to answer the question would bring a hundred more. But she should have known that being a Queen meant that he had spent most of his life avoiding noisy people and indiscreet questions.

“What’s your favorite color?”

“Blue. Red. It depends on the day. Yours?”

“Green. But it’s still my turn, Felicity.”

“Okay, okay.”

“What is your favorite superhero?”

“The Green Arrow.”

“Who?”

“Really, Oliver? You haven’t heard of the Emerald Archer?”

And as he shook his head she proceeded to tell him the story of one of the most underappreciated superheroes of all time. At least in her opinion.

What followed was the most comfortable and fun conversation she had ever had with a man. She tried (and failed) to educate him about Marvel and DC. He tried (and miserably failed) to educate her about sports and his favorite team, the Blue Jays. Who would have thought that the guy she had been avoiding like the plague was so easy to talk to? Most of all she was impressed by the way he was able to laugh at himself and his previous lifestyle. He answered everything she threw at him (even the one about the infamous cop incident) and she purposefully stayed away from questions revolving around his son. Since he had respected her privacy before, it was no hardship for her to respect his. They discussed everything you were supposed to talk about on a first date but without the pressure and sweating that usually accompanied first dates. Felicity felt free to be herself without worrying about being too awkward or annoying.

Oliver glanced at his watch. “I think the fire department will be here soon.”

“Oh, right.” Felicity hadn’t even thought of the time for the past twenty minutes.

“Can I ask you something personal?”

“Okay,” she replied, feeling a bit apprehensive.

“Is this really your last day? You’re leaving us?”

Felicity gulped and nodded.

“Are you going to start your own company or something?”

She pressed her lips into a thin line.

“No. Actually, I got an offer from PalmerTech.”

He scoffed. “Ray Palmer?”

She crossed her arms defensively. “What’s wrong with Ray Palmer? He’s a good guy and a wonderful boss. Not to mention that his company is on the top of Fortune 500.”

He removed his jacket with a little bit more violence than the action required. “He’s a douche, Felicity. Plain and simple. Did you know that last month he approached me about renaming the city? As if we would change the name of a whole city just because Ray thinks Star City sounds more modern than Starling?”

“Star City is not a bad suggestion.”

He ran a hand through his hair and glowered at her. “Do you know what a starling is?”

“Sure. It’s a bird.”

“History says that there were no starlings in the United States until a man released 60 of them in Central Park back in the 1900s. According to legend, a shepherd was walking across a field when he heard someone calling for help. He ran towards the voice but couldn’t see anyone. Then the voice called to him from the top of a tree. It was a small bird who could speak like a human. She claimed-”

“The bird was a woman?” Felicity asked, fascinated.

“Of course it was a woman. Wouldn’t be much of a legend otherwise. Anyway, the woman said that her name was Jocelyn and that an evil queen had cursed her to become a bird when she had refused to marry her son. The problem was that the son was the Devil himself.”

“If the Devil looked like Lucifer she wouldn't have said no.”

Oliver didn't pay attention to her irreverence and went on, “So the hero promised to fight the Devil himself and the evil queen for her. He only asked for one thing in return.”

“Let me guess. She had to marry the shepherd when the fight was over.”

“Correct.” Oliver rolled his sleeves up, totally derailing Felicity’s train of thought. There was a vein running along his forearm which drew her gaze like a magnet. “Once they had an agreement, he tapped the ground twice with his crook. It opened to reveal a downwards path leading to the gates of Hell. While the little starling was waiting, the shepherd went down the path and entered Hell. He didn’t return for 320 days.”

“Should have been named Penelope and not Jocelyn,” Felicity muttered.

Oliver let out a startled laugh but continued with the story. “Of course, he came back victorious and proud of himself. The little bird was free and was now a beautiful woman. She married him and they spent the rest of their days raising a family here and building a town called Starling to commemorate the way they met.”

Felicity scrunched her nose. “It’s not a bad story.”

“That’s not the point.”

“Then what is the point, Mr. Mayor?”

“That we come from somewhere. Our city may not be old itself but it is deeply rooted in history. We don’t want to forget that, Felicity. Forgetting where you come from means you’ll eventually forget where you are headed.”

She didn’t say anything out loud but his words had hit a nerve. Wasn’t she guilty of that? Hadn’t she moved a thousand miles away from Cambridge just to avoid the past? Wasn’t she doing the exact same thing every time a man asked her out? She exhaled slowly, suddenly feeling very disappointed in herself.

“I didn’t tell you the story to make you sad, Felicity.”

She peered at him over her glasses. “It’s not your fault. It’s just… Having an epiphany while being trapped in an elevator sucks.”

Oliver gave her another one of his genuine smiles.

“Anyway, I’ll make sure to tell Ray that our city doesn’t need a name change.”

He ignored her comment. “Did you have big plans for tonight? Seeing that this was your last day working here.”

“Big Belly and red wine.”

"I have never tried Big Belly burger," he confessed.

"But you must! The moment we're out of here you should ask Mr. Diggle to take you. It's in the Glades though and I know that the previous Mayor rarely ventured there but you have to try it at least once. It's full of grease and salt."

"Ah, the secret ingredients," he teased.

Felicity laughed. "What about you? Do you have any big plans for tonight?" she asked even though she wasn't sure she wanted to know more about his date with Makayla, the supermodel.

“My son has,” he stole a glance at his watch again, “well, had to present a science project this evening. I was supposed to be there for him.”

“I’m sorry.” An inadequate sentiment but she meant it.

“It’s okay. He’s used to being disappointed by his parents.”

The offhand comment prickled her curiosity. "What does that mean exactly?"

"You've heard the story. My family paid Samantha - William's mother - a lot of money to disappear. And she did for about ten years."

"But she's back now, isn't she? You live with William after all."

"Samantha decided that she had enough of being a single parent. Last year she left William with me and moved to Central City. She visits him every other weekend."

There was more to it of course. Felicity thought over his words. He didn't say that he paid Samantha Clayton, he said that his family paid her. The press considered it the same thing, but the distinction was important to Felicity. Also, the fact that the boy's mother had chosen to abandon her child with a father he barely knew was incomprehensible. Fathers were the ones who were not reliable based on her experience. People could count on their mothers to always be there. Come hell or high water.

One thing was for sure. She had grossly misjudged Oliver Queen.

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