#other hand is someone who knows exactly what shes getting herself into and she doesnt have ant of the same struggles as sil. and shes

[sleepygaymerdisease]

who is corrupted by the blinding light???

i reblogged that post for lucerna (sil's rival), since she's a villain with a light motif and i dont see posts about that often. that being said she has been an awful person the whole time

[aidlyncanon]

this is my first actual tumblr post since idk what to do but ive had this idea in my head for a while and I wanted to share 🤗

so heres what I think each sbg characters love languages are. I wanted to include both the love language they express towards other and the type that resonates? with them when expressed by others. i dont know how to word that but I hope itll make sense 🙏

if it's inaccurate im sorry im not great at wording but i did try and make it at least a bit accurate which is hard when im unsure to most of these

𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐋𝐘𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑

𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑: 𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄/𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄?

— I feel like this may be the only one that properly fits Ashlyn. I could see her maybe also liking acts of service but i cant exactly explain why.

Maybe its because I think its also what she would do for others that I think it would fit. Like I said maybe acts of service like people doing little things to make her life easier.

I have a headcanon that Taylor or Ben has things in their bags for the others (total mom friends) so imagine her shock when she found out someone had ear plugs in their bag incase she needed them?

you get where im going with this?

𝐓𝐎 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒: 𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄

— I take little to no criticism on this. I can't imagine Ashlyn's being anything else. If she tried getting a gift she'd probably take too long wondering if theyd actually use it. Physical touch is a meh, she doesnt hate it but it wouldnt be her favourite. She said herself she isnt the best with words.

Her gift to people is just her presence. She'd be the type to occasionally need quiet but wouldn't mind being in comfortable silence with someone she likes. I feel like quality time would be her way of showing she cares for someone.

𝐀𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐊

𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐌: ???

— This is an idk because im basing these off of what we know about their background and character but we know like nothing so everything about this is based off of pure theory.

The only canon part i can mention is that during his conversation with Ashlyn at the school he mentioned how since he moved around a lot he never really had a true bond with anyone.

"You seemed like the type to only get close with people who mean something to you."

So Aiden didnt just want someone he could feel attached to, he also wanted to feel cared for. Its a two way street with him.

While I could see him loving physical touch as I doubt he got enough of that as a child and he clearly loves being touchy with people I feel like with what we know I could argue really any love language. He'd probably take anything if it makes him feel cared for.

I found a picture of a chart saying "your love language may show what you lacked as a child" and he checked every box so he's fucked.

I ultimately want to settle with physical touch as he seemed shocked when Ashlyn initiated the hug likely due to being the one to always initiate them. Like above he probably just wants his efforts reciprocated.

𝐓𝐎 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒: 𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇

— Self explanatory we see him being touchy with Ashlyn. He also put his hand on Tyler (idk if this is still fast pass if it is my apologies).

"he did that as a stay away from my girl" stfu. 🤗

𝐁𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐊

𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐌: 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

— I take ZERO criticism on this.

Were all aware how bad his bullying was so I doubt he heard anything nice about him.

The main thing that makes me believe this is that every time he gets complimented or something nice said about him he gets sort of flustered and blushes.

This ^ was ben after Ashlyn complimented his bandaging job. A small compliment I know but even after what taylor said about him opening up he blushed there too.

You can't deny it means a lot to him he probably thought about those for a while.

𝐓𝐎 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒: 𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆

— I talked about this in a discord server briefly but I want to share it here. You know the quote "the quieter you are the more you hear"? Well thinking of that ive come up w the idea that Ben likely is more observant compared to most people.

Hed be the one to notice if someone was looking at something for a while in a store or hear it pass in conversation. Make a mental or physical note of it and get it for them.

I just imagine him being the type to be like "i know you like this" or "this reminded me of you". I feel like he wouldnt be the greatest at expressing it in many other ways so he resorts to getting people things.

Hes also pretty artsy so I can also just imagine him making people little things for them.

Like, tyler taught him guitar? gets tyler a new pick. Logan looking at something in the store? need to remember that. and so on

𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃𝐒

𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐌: 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

— Similar to Ben's. I could maybe see quality time being important to him as he hasnt had many people want to stick around him.

I mean his parents didnt want him and barrons group are just assholes so spending time with someone who genuinely cares for him? Doing an activity he enjoys? Hes over the moon.

𝐓𝐎 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒: 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄

— I can see him wanting to help people, i mean he helped Noah (the guy who barron replaced him with). I can imagine him doing little things for the group and people he loves.

He might get a bit embarrassed if confronted about it but ultimately hed do it again.

𝐓𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐙

𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑: 𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄???

— This is up in the air but I feel like it fit her the best? I imagine after her dad dying at a young age she grew up knowing that time with people is limited and can end at any moment.

So i can imagine her really appreciating someone spending one-on-one of just personal time with her. But i can also just see her appreciating any type.

My thing is I can imagine her being happy with receiving anything as long as someone had her best interest at heart then she'd become the happiest girl ever.

𝐓𝐎 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒: 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

— Another give in, she does it ALL THE TIME. Its literally her defining feature. Shes very good with words and likes making others feel better about themselves. Seeing people perk up from her words would be enough to make her own day better.

I imagine she too, like tyler, had to be there for her mom a lot. So she probably learnt it from that experience. I also imagine her want to make people happier stemmed from seeing Tyler slowly lose interest in everything around him and wanting to be able to be the person who could make his day just a bit better.

Though like above I could see taylor doing things she knows mean the most of others. Like the moment she realized Ben likes words of affirmations she made sure to compliment him a bit more. After realizing Ashlyn likes quality time she would find a way to do that while also not overwhelming Ashlyn, say a movie or just going on a walk. Shed make an effort to make people happy based off of what they love the most.

𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐙

𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐌: 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄

— Tyler spent his entire childhood taking care of people so imagine how he would react to being taken care of for once.

I figure like at first hed be a bit reluctant however I think ultimately it would mean a lot to him to not have to always be rhe one taking care of others but being able to rest for once.

Like idk how to word it but I think it fits him, I could also see MAYBE words of affirmation? since he did want that when Logan Ashlyn and Ben found him but then again I dont blame him he was literally sitting bleeding.

𝐓𝐎 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒: 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄?

— This one has a question mark since im not sure. Taking care of others has just became nature to him, its his factory settings. Its not something he like goes and does to get people interested its just natural to him.

I dont think its something he'd do specifically to express care, he'd likely be unaware how much it could mean to someone since its just life to him.

Im not too sure what his would actually be MAYBE quality time again similar to Taylors in the sense that he knows just how fast someone can lose their lives so he likely would appreciate someone wanting to actually spend time with him.

Even if he wouldnt admit it.

If these are inaccurate then I apologize I did try to make them as accurate as I could but wording my thoughts isnt something i'm great at.

Most of these im unsure of but I wanted to talk about anyway so idk gimme ur opinions on them id love to hear them esp since im unsure for half of these :)

[bridgyrose]

“You cant keep letting people take advantage of you!”

Summer rolled her eyes and let out a sigh as she felt Raven grip her shoulder. “They’re not taking advantage of me, Rae. Its my choice to help people whether they really need the help or not.” 

“I still think you need to make boundaries on helping others,” Raven said. “We cant keep deviating from our mission every time someone asks for help.” 

“And when did the mission ever matter to you?” Summer asked with a smirk. “Unless… you’re finally going soft.” 

“I’m not soft, I care about getting paid. And the sooner we get this mission done, the sooner we get paid.” 

Summer grinned as she poked Raven’s shoulder. “That cant be the *only* reason you’re on this mission. Three years ago I was practically dragging you to make sure you went on missions to keep your license active, and now you’re coming with me on missions on your own and even focused on making sure we get them done. So tell me, what’s got you wanting to get this done?” 

“Its not like that.” 

“Then what is it?” 

“I just think you need to be more careful about who you help and when you do. That’s all.” 

Summer shook her head and continued walking through the Mantle streets as she looked around at the people that roamed the streets. It was easy to tell that most of them were faunus who were down on their luck or had nowhere else to go, so it didnt bother her much if she stopped to help those that asked for it. That was part of being a huntress. “Does it really matter who we help out?” 

“We shouldn’t help others if we arent getting paid,” Raven said plainly. “What’s the point if we dont get anything out of it?” 

“Just because we dont get paid for every little good deed doesnt mean we arent getting anything out of it. Helping others is its own reward.” 

“Not a tangible one,” Raven huffed. 

Summer frowned and quickly pulled Raven by her arm. “Alright, that’s it. *You* need to learn to relax.” 

“Summer-” 

“No ‘Summer’ me. We are going to do our mission and help at least twenty people before we are done so you can finally feel a bit of warmth in that cold heart of yours.” 

“My heart isnt that cold!” 

Summer dragged Raven down the road and towards the crater of Mantle, certain they’d find people there who could use help. Sure it was selfish to look for people who needed help just to prove a point, but as long as those who needed help received it then it didnt really matter why she was helping, right? 

A smile crossed her lips as she came across a woman and her child standing next to a barrel trying to keep warm next to the flames that came from it. “Look, there’s a couple people here who could use our assistance.” 

Raven pulled herself out of Summer’s grip. “And how do you know they need help? Maybe they have everything under control.” 

“Because everyone needs help at some point,” Summer said through her teeth as she walked over to the mother and child. She kept a friendly smile on her lips as she reached out to the mother. “I'm Summer and this is my partner Raven. We were wondering if you needed any help.” 

“Oh, we… we could… maybe use some food,” the mother said. “A-and a couple coats.” 

Summer nodded and sat down her back to dig through her rations to find some that would be filling enough for the mother and her child. “I’m not so sure what I can do about coats, but I know I have some food here that I can give you.” 

“That would be great.” 

“This should work for now for food, at least for a couple days until things can get cleared up with the mines,” Summer said as she handed over a few ration packs with dried meat, cheese, and bread. “And I’ll see what I can do about getting you a couple coats.” 

The mother took the ration packs with a smile. “Thank you.” 

“And what are we supposed to do for food?” Raven asked. “Those ration packs are supposed to last us for the month and we cant exactly afford more.” 

“And we’ll get more food-” 

“With what money, Sum? This is what I mean by not letting people take advantage of you.” 

“We can restock before we leave.” 

“Not if we cant afford to.” Raven sighed and took Summer’s hand. “I love you, but you cant keep helping people like this. Why is it so important to you to help until you cant anymore?” 

Summer averted her eyes from Raven’s, voice cracking as she spoke. “B-because then… I… I’ll know that no one else has to be in the same position I was. Just because I lived within a kingdom didnt mean I had everything I needed. My family struggled and relied on the help of others to survive. My parents used every last bit of their money to help send me to Beacon to become a huntress before they passed away.” She wiped away a few tears and looked up at Raven again with a sad smile. “I owe it to them to help others like we were.” 

Raven rolled her eyes and started to drag Summer down the street. “That’s fine, but you have to quit giving away everything we need for our missions to help others.” 

Summer winced a bit as she felt Raven’s grip tighten around her arm as she tried to struggle to get free. “But Rae-”

“Mission first. We get paid and then we can find a way to help others.” 

“Fine,” Summer said with a small pout as they passed by a few more faunus struggling to survive. It hurt her to leave them, but she understood where Raven was coming from. “At least let me try to help someone before we go.” 

“No!” 

“I wont give away anything we have.” 

“Mission first.” Raven pinched the bridge of her nose. “Working with Tai would’ve been easier. At least he gets things done.”

[the-s1lly-corner]

gangle x black cat personality!gn!reader who finds gangle's drawings + fanfics of them together from jax?

Gangle x black cat personality!reader

Apologies if I get the personality wrong since I'm not... 100% certain what black cat personality is 😭😭 I know orange cat personality but that's about it <\3

Notes: reader is GN, some bonus hcs to fill the post, jax is a jerk

CWs: edit

she thinks youre so cool and that youre totally out of her league- it doesnt mean shes not going to attempt hanging out with you or being friendly, its just that shes already kind of committed herself to thinking that she doesnt have a chance with you

deeply internalizes her feelings and releases them when alone through her art

i already like to think that shes cagey about some of her art, given the personal nature of some of them... as well as her feeling some of them are... cringe...

she is ESPECIALLY cagey about the ones she makes that involve you- even if theyre just drawings of you

being the muse of an artist trope my beloved

hangs around you in hopes that you notice her and want to do something with her or need help with something

now imagine her shock and terror when she realizes that someone has raided her room and took her drawings- the one that she hid somewhere because they were of you

she might just curl up and die right there- maybe even abstract!/hj

if you return her feelings she cant help but feel that youre saying it just to spare her feelings and that youre going to let her down in private

but on the other hand, this feels so tropey that she cant help but love it

youre shocked of course, but you dont let it shake you too much- in fact youre actually a little flattered to have someone like you this much

very cool and collected when bringing it up to gangle, and you also let her know exactly what happened... this is how she finds out it was jax, though she already had a hunch it was his doing

its an awkward start but you make sure that things smooth out and keep moving forward! you make sure jax doesnt get away with this, by the way...

[its-the-sa]

Here's another giant ask because I've been thinking about this for a while and I needed to share it with somebody.

The scavenger chieftain is really merciful towards Arti, given the circumstances. When I first reached that part, I was expecting to be sniped by a spear from across the map. But he doesn't attack you, despite having every reason to. Like, the Metropolis scavengers most likely have literally nothing to do with the scavengers that killed Arti's kids, and it's not like they understand why Arti is doing what she's doing. The scav king knows Arti has killed countless members of his group, probably people he knew personally and cared about. Maybe even his family.

But he doesn't attack you. You have to start the fight. He just points to the exit. He wants you to back away, to stop before you take this final step and seal your fate. He should have all the reasons in the world to want you dead by now, but he gives you a final chance to walk away.

It's what made me interested in the scav king as a character. For some reason, he doesn't want to fight you. One idea I had is that he's well aware of Arti being trapped in a cycle of violence, either due to having experienced something similar or his understanding of karma. (He has the mark of communication and I'm willing to bet he's met the Metropolis echo, who was also trapped in a cycle of violence. He's probably heard an explanation of the cycles and karma from Five Pebbles as well.) So, he knows very well what Arti is getting herself into and hopes that maybe she can still see reason before it's too late.

Another idea I had, and this is totally fanon and not supported by anything in-game but I thought it sounded fun- what if they knew each other before? Like, what if they were friends all the way back when Arti lived in the Garbage Wastes and wasn't hostile to scavengers, and the scav king was just a normal dude. Just a regular John J. Scavenger. Eventually, he finds the citizen ID drone and brings a bunch of his friends to the Metropolis, gets the mark of communication from Five Pebbles (who, I imagine at this point, doesn't really care that much if the scavengers live in his city and only gets mad at them once they start ripping out bits of his can). Flash forward years later and this normal scav is now a chieftain with a prosperous tribe, and he's wondering what happened to that weird red slugcat he met all those years ago when they re-appear out of nowhere and begin violently murdering his tribe members. That would be A Little Awkward Huh.

That's just my silly little headcanon, I'd love to hear your thoughts though. How do you interpret the scav king's actions here?

bro, you pretty much just summed up exactly why i ship them lol.

the scav king is the ONE person who refuses to treat arti like a monster, even when she's so far gone that she even disgusts and horrifies herself. he's the one person who will not feed into her spiral of self-loathing, no matter how hard she tries to earn his hatred. he refuses to strike first no matter how many times she tries to kill him. he always tries to reason with her. he always fights one-on-one, even though he has an entire kill squad ready to back him up.

but he doesnt let her victimize him, either. he gives her a choice, and he respects the choice she makes even when it's the wrong one. he kills her without hesitation when she forces his hand, but then he's always ready to offer mercy again, always ready to give her another chance.

and i just feel like that's exactly what arti needs. someone who is both compassionate enough and resilient enough to weather the storm of her rage until it burns itself out, and still be willing to offer mercy when she's finally ready to accept it.

... what was this ask about again? lol

RIGHT, ok. so. motivation. lets do this.

first of all I love the idea that they knew each other in the past. it would make a lot of sense, and it'd fit perfectly with my headcanon that arti used to be friends with the garbage wastes scavs before everything went to hell. and I love the drama that would come from two old friends having to fight each other to the death.

it's not the case in my personal headcanon though, just because I already have a backstory fleshed out for the scav king that would make it pretty much impossible for them to have met before.

however, i DO think that he sympathizes with arti because he's been though something similar. I think he lost someone very important to him when he was young, and just like arti, he also threw himself into a futile quest for revenge because he didnt know how else to cope. but instead of going on solo rampage, he raised a whole ass army and started a war.

he got to where he is through sheer spite and thirst for vengeance. he never really wanted to be a leader; he just wanted manpower to throw at his enemy. but after seeing his people get killed in service to him, he realized he is responsible for them now, and he needs to put their safety and wellbeing before his vendetta. so, while he is still angry and he does still carry his old grudge, it no longer consumes his life. he's learned that there are more important things to live for.

so, yeah, he definitely understands arti's rage. and he sympathizes with her, because he has his own people's blood on his hands, too. but he's learning, and he's trying to be better, and he believes that arti can be better too if someone gives her a reason to try.

...also, his default personality has 0.00 aggression and 0.99 sympathy stats, so he is arguably just wired to be Like That, lol

(i say 'default' because technically his stats are randomized each time you fight him, but he always uses the same sprite, which is scav king ID 8875. so to me that ID's stats are the canon ones, lol )

[yourtouchismidas]

Mattys baby girls changing him for the better and retiring Truman black <3

i think this maybe doesn't happen until he has all the girls. not that gigi didn't change him but that gigi popped out almost exactly like him, the darker sides of him, sarcastic and dry and blunt without meaning to be. he used to dress her just like truman black for halloween or dress up days for school, or she dressed up like horror movie characters or memes. gigi is the roll her eyes child, the get them on a technicality child, the make you say please for something and then not give it to you child. gigi was criticising the government as soon as she was able to speak. gigi grows up fast, makes cutting remarks, calls him matty or matthew. he loves her for it. he wouldnt have it any other way.

but then came miss shay. sweet little baby shay. a crier. tearing up when mufasa dies on lion king and softly stroking any cat or dog she sees in the street. dreamy. off in her own world. shay has matty's curls but your eyes and your soft temperament. shay has matty's smile when he lets it all go on stage, the non theatrical performances, the enjoy the music performances, the enjoy life, enjoy fame, enjoy fans, enjoy being adored. and shay does. shay adores being adored. she's a lover. she dances round the lounge in the sun to kids bop music in flowy dresses, bangles all up her arms.

shay calls him daddy and nothing else. and it melts him. he has treated gigi like a little adult her whole life, and he planned on doing that with his second baby girl too, but he has to adjust. when her little personality pops, and his new baby girl valentine is nearly two and shes not even his new baby girl anymore because the twins have just arrived, staring up at him with big eyes in the tiniest onesies he's ever seen. he thought he had parenting figured out but now he knows, he has to be different for each of these kids, for who they are, not who he is. give them what they need from him. let them be who they wanna be.

one night, shay can't sleep so she is downstairs with daddy, lying on his chest and he is watching tikok, some comedy show with white males who are making fun of something and someone, and he doesn't scroll because he thinks shay is asleep but she listens and then mumbles. "don't like it, turn it off," and matty shuts it off quickly and says "sorry baby, i thought you were asleep."

"mean man," shay says, her voice thick, "mean mean man."

matty is quiet. when she does fall asleep he lays her down in her bed, and then sits for a long time in the chair in his oldest two girl's room. you find him later.

"you okay?" you whisper, not to wake the girls up.

"the twins down?" he says to you.

"yeah. lexie was awake but quiet. stevie's gone."

matty doesnt say anything. you ask him again if he is okay.

"i dont want to be a mean mean man," he says to you.

"you're not," you say, putting your arms over his shoulders and running your hands down his chest. "these baby girls. they think you're the greatest."

he smiles. shay shuffles in her sleep, her face towards him, her mouth hanging open. innocent and perfect and pure. gigi looks more like a baby when she sleeps too. she is still just a child.

"i always want them to think that," he says.

"they will," you say, "come to bed?"

"in a sec," matty says. you sneak out the room. matty gets out his phone and deletes truman black. when they ask him if he is sure he clicks yes. he goes on his private account, unknown to the public, that only his friends and family follow. he finds a picture you took of him earlier today. in the park getting ice cream. one twin, lexie, is in the baby sling on his back asleep, the other, stevie, is in his arms, crying, red face. valentine is clutching onto one of his legs, determined to stand by herself, and gigi has one hand and is pulling him somewhere, determined to get everyone moving. shay is on his shoulders arms stretched up towards the sun, smiling, not a care in the world, except making sure her trainers don't accidentally knock her baby sister. he is looking at the camera, at you, half terrified, half absolutely blissful.

matty posts it. with the caption: they make me better. And they do.

[twistedtalking]

Hi! assuming that the 50 follower celebration is still open i offer my Yuusona! (if not please ignore this and i apologize)

Yuuki is a female with short hair not much longer than her neck with one of her eye being covered by said hair.She has to use a prosthetic eye to fit in with the norm (not that she cares that much) due to a chikdhood accident that lost her an eyeShe has a fem boy appearance but she doesnt mind any gender assumptions. A pretty teasing little fellow who doesnt exactly play pranks as to her there is no humor to cheap stuff like this. Says the most unhinged stuff casually. She is super confident and doesnt care what other ppl think due to having dealth and overcoming bullying. Personality-wise she is cheery and seen as optimistic. Tends to sass others around her and is physically affectionate with ppl she deems close. Has great memory but hellishly stubborn. Will argue with someone for fun even if she knows shes wrong.

I think that would be all- and for her, i would like for it to be Riddle (romantic)

format: fic

trigger warning: slightly out of character

You Look in the Mirror, aBridge to Another World

An unusual sight was found in the library of Night Raven College.

Riddle Rosehearts was studying in advance...the DAY AFTER THE EXAMS.

Not that that was anything out of the ordinary.

Yuuki was studying as well.

A bit peculiar, but only slightly out of the ordinary.

They were HOLDING HANDS. Very out of the ordinary.

"Number 5, Look into each other's eyes.", Riddle recites, having already memorised the article.

"You mean "eye", Riddle.", Yuuki laughs, giggling at the absurdness of the situation.

Never in her life (in twised wonderland, at least) had she imagined Riddle and her would ever get along, much less date.

And here they were, holding hands. What a far cry from their not-so-pretty arguments during the unbirthday party last year.

Yes. Riddle Rosehearts was now her boyfriend. The strict, smart, and so fun to tease dormleader of Heartslabyul had finally accepted her heartfelt confession...

"Yuuki, Keep your eyes on me; not the window." Says Riddle, snapping yuuki from her trance.

"Aww, is my beloved jealous of a window?" Teased Yuuki. "Besides, it's "eye", Riddle. Not eyes. Remember?"

"Ah. Right. My...apologies." Says Riddle, ears a slight shade of red.

Riddle focused on something else, anything else. The relationship book seemed an easy victim. The rose-red book cover could've had holes in them, for Riddle's stare was so strong.

Yet his mind was somewhere else.

A more embarassing somewhere else.

Aww, he's embarassed.

"Such a cutie~" Yuuki coos, causing Riddle's already red face to go even redder (for a different reason this time).

.

As cute as her boyfriend's scrunched face is, Yuuki didn't want Riddle to suffer so much. She has something she got to do.

...Maybe just a few more minutes.

.

After basking in Riddle's cute pout, (It is truth, as much as he himself denies it)Yuuki excuses herself.

...by standing up. Riddle, whose hand was still intertwined with hers, jumped at the sudden movement.

"Where are you going?" Asked Riddle, confused...or perhaps mad. I cannot tell from this far. "We have not finished yet".

"Just trust me", Yuuki replied, giving Riddle what she hoped was a reassuring smile. Riddle seemed unsure, but he reluctantly let go of her hand, letting his own hang limp.

When Yuuki returned, his face lightened up like the stars in the Sunset Savannah night sky at summer. Riddle ran to her(well as much as one is allowed to run in the library).

Yet at the sight before him, he stops.

Yuuki was there, yes.

The same beautiful nose placed perfectly on her face.

The same small dimples on her smile.

The same luscious hair, the same addictive laugh, the same teasing eye.

No.

The eye was not the same.

Where a tuft of her hair was usually seen, another eye was found.

Yuuki had two eyes.

Unnerving, the most fiting term.

The eye itself was not scary.

On the contrary, it was beautiful.

But it felt wrong.

Unnatural.

It could never compare to the real thing, found on the right side of her face.

It was unsettling.

But he couldn't keep his eyes of it.

"Is there dirt on my face? Or are you just too in love to look away?" Yuuki teases, breaking the awkward silence.

Riddle, who was about to respond to the first question (he was about to say no), proceeded to choked on air. He looked away, face as red as his hair.

(That's fine, cause it rhymes)

-silence-

"Let us continue with our activity." Said Riddle after a while, trying to act composed.

Emphasis on "trying".

Riddle was not able to completely conceal his embarrassment, and Yuuki could read him like an open book.

Which meant he was also teased relentlessly.

Unfortunately, another obstacle stood in Riddle's path. One eye moved this way, the other looked that.

And Riddle, being the overachiever he is, tried to make eye contact with both.

At the same time.

Causing the nickname "goldfish" to fit Riddle more than ever.

"Riddle, you don't have to." Said Yuuki, which left Riddle a bit enraged.

Is yuuki implying that they should skip a step?

Does she not want him to express his love for her?

Has she grown tired of him?

Did he do something wrong?

What mistake had he made?

Was it how strict he was on her, even though he promised he'd loosen up?

Riddle was afraid.

He didn't have much information about love.

He hasn't read much on romance and relationships, since his mother did not see it a necessary subject. He has not even memorised 25 articles on it.

This is his first hands-on experience.

In short, he was out of his field of expertise.

Had he messed up?

"Nonsense, eye contact is necessary for showcasing romantic intentions."

Riddle would've replied, had Yuuki not interrupted him.

"Riddle, whatever you think I mean, It is not that. I do not hate you. I have not grown tired of you, and I love you with all my heart. You didn't do anything wrong. Everything is all right.

All I mean is that you don't have to force your eyes to focus on both of them. " ,Yuuki replied quickly, not wanting a repeat of what happened last friday night.

From her previous experiences, Yuuki had learned that Riddle would often avoid eye contact when he felt he wasn't being enough in the relationship. They had discussed this last friday, after their not-so-pretty fight.

And they discussed this maturely, No tears were shed.

Okay.

Maybe a few tears were shed.

But Yuuki was a really good hugger, okay!

"I am capable of multitasking" said Riddle at last, trying to sound annoyed.

Though the redness of his cheeks lessens the effectiveness of his anger.

In truth, Riddle was a bit upset. The last sentence did hurt his pride a little. Does she imply that he was not able to!? He very well can!

But his lover did say she "loved him with all her heart".

He supposed he could let it pass, if she apologised sincerely. But he will still maintain eye contact with both!

"Riddle, my dear, you looked like a goldfish when you do that."

He chose to focus on her right eye.

Her real eye.

Her beautiful eye, Shining like a gem.

He stared at her cheeks, rose-red from their "arrangement."

He stared at the little chip on her front teeth, one he once deemed imperfection, now something endearing.

He stared at her sweet smile as she looked at him, as if he was the most precious thing in the world.

Then, Riddle's eyes drifted to her lips.

Her red juicy lips, (which is in dire need of a chapstick, but Riddle took no notice).

Instead, he noticed how kissable they were. How he so desired to touch them with his own.

Riddle averted his gaze.

Instead he stared at her rough hands, from her diligence in the handicrafts club.

He stared at her hands, intertwined with his own. Hands that had comforted him, tickled him, once even slapped him (though that was when he had overblotted).

...Hey, wait a minute.

When did she get so close?!

Riddle's eyes widened.

Yuuki was so close, their noses almost touched. So close, that he can feel her breath.

And Riddle panicked.

He pushed himself away.

But in his rush, he made the chair next to him fall. Luckily, Yuuki was able to grab the chair before it could slam to the ground and break.

Yet even at a tense scenario, Yuuki was in the mood to joke around. Or perhaps, it was because of it.

"Oh? Not gonna kiss me?" Asked Yuuki. "guess i misread the signs, huh? ...Sorry about that."

Yuuki was sincerely apologetic, but she did not know how to express without teasing.

"I mean, kissing's probably not in your to-do list anyways.", Yuuki said cheekily, not able to stay serious for long.

Yet As Yuuki was pulling away, Riddle grabbed her arm. Yuuki was surprised, Riddle's grip was tight.

"I would quite like kissing you." Said Riddle.

It would've seemed quite assertive, had not he averted his eyes a second later.

Yet it still made Yuuki's heart flutter.

"But not right now, of course! We have many steps ahead of us before we reach that level! Plus, I must make sure our first kiss goes perfectly. I shall allow no obstacles to get in the way."

Riddle rambled on and on, though it did no good at hiding his embarrassment.

Oh why had he let such words slip into reality!? Couldn't he hold it in until he was alone?? It was a mistake on his part. He must practice keeping the odd thoughts out of his mind.

Or at least, not out of his mouth.

Instead of telling Riddle it need not be perfect, which she so wanted to tell him (but if she did, she'd never hear the end of it), yuuki pouted.

An intentional pout.

Now that she knows that the only main thing holding Riddle back was that lovers guide, she could find a way to work around that.

"Aww.", She started, making her eyes look as big and sad as possible. "No kisses? Not even a kiss on the hand? It wouldn't exactly be a lovers thing, since it was a greeting back in the day, wasn't it?"

(-yuuki rolled for persuasion-)

Riddle pondered on this for a while.

What Yuuki said was true; After all, they learnt this at Professor Trein's class just last year.

"Well, I suppose so. Alright. I shall allow it."

(-she rolled a natural 20-)

Hearing this, Yuuki grinned, lowering her lips to Riddle's fingers.

...Unfortunately, Riddle had the same idea.

And a comical scene ensues.

The pair bended over at the same time, causing their foreheads to bump.

And as they had both rushed to kiss their partner, the foreheads bumped with great force.

Which led to many yelps of pain.

Yet even with the pain pinching her forehead, Yuuki laughed.

"I see we were thinking the same thing". (We're practically soulmates!, she also thought, but did not say out loud)".

At the realization, Riddle laughed as well, though his was definitely softer compared to Yuuki. But it was undoubtedly genuine.

And their laughs echoed across the room. (A few weeks later, Riddle recalled this incident and scolded Yuuki profusely for laughing so loud in the library. At 3 am. HE CALLED AT 3 AM. FOR SOMETHING THAT HAPPENED WEEKS AGO!)

Riddle placed his hand on the injured spot, massaging it carefully.

.

One would think Yuuki had learned her lesson. After all, she might get her head hurt again.

Unfortunately, Yuuki was as impulsive as she was witty.

Seizing the opportunity, Yuuki kissed Riddle's hand...which was placed on his forehead, (and kissed his forehead as well, albeit very slightly).

Riddle's cheeks darkened like a rose. He was a mix of madly in love and just plain mad."HOW DARE YOU KISS ME!", Shouted he.

"You said I could kiss your hand.", said Yuuki defensively, Though, she knew she had no right to be. She was stubborn that way, unfortunately.

"Not on the forehead!" Replied Riddle, face red and steam coming out of his ears.

"I didn't kissed the forehead, I kissed the hand on the forehead" defended Yuuki.

Riddle was not able to make a comeback, since he found nothing wrong with what Yuuki said.

Moral lesson: Sometimes, stubbornness does pay off.

Only with Riddle though.

It was at this moment when the two individuals realised this was their first kiss.

(Indeed. Both parties remembered this as their first kiss, even though neither would admit it)

And now, the two lovebirds blush, averting their eyes.

Absolutely magnifique.

Riddle and Yuuki, perfectly matched for each other.

So very different thought processes and personality, yet whwn together, they make an unlikely pair. Like Honey and lemon.

This was the thoughts of Rook Hunt, Thy Narrator, who have been watching the youthful couple since the first buds of romance! Even adding a bit òf fertilizer to help it bloom.

Rook checked off the words trickster and Roi de Roses from his notebook, nodding to himself. And off he went, down the tree! Weeeee!

As Rook was jumping down, Idia had just returned from his walk (touch grass, Ortho had said). Surprisingly, he was actually quite alright. There were almost no one outside, and the cloudy sky protected him from the painful sun. He even saw Lucius taking a nap! It wasn't as bad as he expected, the tiniest of smiles even resting on his face.

Unfortunately for him, Idia was soon found rushing back to his dorm, silently cursing this world. Idia took back all the good stuff he said about the walk (it was literally just two sentences, but still!).

Soon, A rumor had spread through all Night Raven College, about an almost-completely-naked dove beastman roaming the courtyards with the hearts of his enemies on his arrows, and only a loincloth to cover his...y'know.

author's note:

I am not a writer, I am merely reporting to you what i see. Sometimes I report really crappily.

this took so long. The 1st draft was like i was writing a Sebek x Yuuki fic instead. I had to rewrite it a couple of times. And with every rewrite, Yuuki changed her personality, which led to multiple rewrites. And that's not counting the amount of possibilities I could've written. My first idea was them fighting at a heartslabyul unbirthday party and kissing. Unfortunately, it did not come together.

What was I saying again? Oh right! Please be more specific in the scenario you want too! Or I will cry again. Thank you.

Oh! Did you enjoy the plot twist? Hope you did. Thanks for requesting, by the way. Also, I blame Rook for all inaccuracies. I took some artistic liberties, to make it flow better.

“Never again will there be in it an infant who lives but a few days, or an old man who does not live out his years;the one who dies at a hundred will be thought a mere child;the one who fails to reach[a] a hundred will be considered accursed."

Isaiah 65:20

[marvelstars]

Ahsoka Show

So the first two episodes are out and I really enjoyed them, they are mostly what I expected from Filoni, he´s translating well his narrative style from cartoons to live action.

That said my favorite characters so far appart from Ahsoka herself have been Sabine and Baylan, all the characters get a good treatment, I really liked Hera serving as a bridge between Sabine and Ahsoka and listening to both of them. I also loved Baylan mystery and his relationship with his own apprentice, I get the sense his story as an adversary is going to be the main one here before we get to the Thrawn of it all.

Baylan doesn´t consider himself a Jedi anymore but he´s definitely teaching his apprentice some Jedi traditions, he doesnt seem fallen into the darkside but he definitely became dissapointed in the Jedi Order and their ways, he´s a real mercenary and also he totally knows exactly what happened to Anakin and probably expects to be able to serve as a Darth Vader like figure for the new Empire, just for Thrawn instead of the Emperor.

Power may be one of his reasons but given there´s a theory around saying Thrawn supporters within the Empire are opposing those who are already trying to bring back the Emperor, my guess is that he also wants to be part of the Empire, just one that isn´t neccesarily ran by the Sith Order and Palpatine which would give him a lot of nuance.

Sabine makes me remember one of the more interesting tropes from most animes, which I guess Filoni is taking a clue from, about characters with no natural habilities, those who are no prodigies and get a lot of hate over it, who instead suffer a lot to do half what other characters do easily, that they become a sheer force of nature given their sheer effort/training and will, not natural or hereditary talent. The series is too short to give us the whole journey but I am seeing some of that with Sabine who is force sensitive enough to be trained, just not enough to move objects or other things or maybe her force talent translate into articulating art. Her feelings of passive -agressiveness with Ahsoka are on point given their past but she really wants to get Ahsoka respect and trust back and is willing to work for it.

PD: Now I am just waiting confirmation for Han Solo to also be like Sabine because honestly, he would not have survived half the things that happened to him in the original trilogy if he wasn´t slighty force sensitive. XD

Now Ahsoka is great, I really liked her, liked the fact she wasn´t perfect she doesn´t know how to comunicate with Sabine, she expects too much out of someone she apparently abandoned at some point, she lost her battle with the inquisitor(Who I am still hoping for confirmation that he is in fact Galen Marek, Vader´s apprentice, Vader´s vs Anakin´s apprentices going to battle just ryhmes ) but more than that Ahsoka is still hurting over Anakin and isn´t that interesting? after Malachor I totally would have accepted her to be resentful, wanting to focus on Ezra rescue and forgot everything about Anakin being her former master, in fact that seemed to be her way of thinking in the Mandalorian, when she refused to train Grogu because he made her remember Anakin too much.

But then there´s how she calls Luke "MASTER SKYWALKER" while she considers herself as someone who didn´t got to complete her Jedi training, despite the fact she has decades of traning over Luke and actually lived in the old Jedi temple, so my guess is that she isn´t calling him a Master just because of his force hability, she is calling him a master Jedi because Luke, not her, was able to bring back Anakin back from the darkside, something even master Yoda thought was completely impossible and how happy that must make her but how much this has to hurt that she´s on equal ways being warm and passive agressive with Luke and his new Jedi Order, on the one hand she visits the new school, smiles at Luke and at Grogu but doesn´t stay, she sends Grogu to Luke to be trained but tells her Jedi Droid the Order is over. It´s so subtle but there the feelings she must strongly be suppresing over Luke and his relationship with his father, her former master.

She has an enormous respect for Luke but also her hurt feelings and resentment mean she´s avoiding him because she absolutely knows he doesn´t deserve them, him who grew up without his father and only managed to truly be with him for a few minutes while Ahsoka had years of interactions with Anakin but those feelings are still there anyway.

And this brings me to her being so nostalgic over Anakin again, I have no doubt Luke told her the truth, not the official one the New Republic is using, he told her Anakin defeated the Emperor out of love for him, because Luke bet his life in his father goodness, because he let go of what the Old Jedi called "their life" his lightsaber, on the bet that his father would save him because he knew there was good in him, because he knew his father loved him, he told Ahsoka just like he did with Leia and while this fact makes Ahsoka happy it also makes her feel so sad, so guilty, she doens´t regret leaving Anakin or the Jedi Order, as she told Hera, that still was the right decision for her at the time but she regrets her leaving may have lead to Anakin becoming even more isolated and probably was the reason why he fell to the darkside, that and the fact that when Anakin was so eager to talk to her again, she was too busy dealing with Mandalore to truly talk with him about them. She knows it isn´t her fault but she can´t help but ask herself, why wasn´t I able to bring you back Anakin? I also loved you.

So my guess is that this story is going to be Ahsoka confronting Anakin again, post ROTJ which is bassically my dream come true but also she´s going to confront her master "other" apprentice who may or not may have some very interesting unfinished bussines and feelings over Vader and how he died if he is indeed the canon version of Starkiller.

[bugsinthebayou]

this is an official request for rambles abt ur turtle ocs

OKAY SO

first: Levina

a black-knobbed map turtle. she fights with a kusarigama, and im thinking of making her ninpō being invisibility, maybe? shes named after Levina Teerlinc. i didnt wanna break up the naming theme of the turtles. she and mikey are the same size and age. shes very excitable. she and mikey get along really well. they spar quite often, and their weapons getting tangled is a common occurrence. once she starts talking its hard to get her to stop. when it comes to battle, she likes to jump in without forethought, and messes around to make the fight last longer for fun.

its only a few months after she and the mad dogs meet when they offer her a mask. its in the main area of the lair. mikey holds it up to her with a grin. the other turtles are behind him, also excited. she accepts immediately and puts it on as fast as she could. pink really suits her. its her favorite color, afterall.

second: Atlas

a leatherback sea turtle. she fights with a sort of spear or trident, not sure yet. i dont know what her ninpō would be. she doesnt follow along the naming theme. shes as old as the older twin. shes slightly shorter than raph, but still growing and will one day be bigger than him. she doesnt talk much. she'll say something if she deems it necessary (orders, questions, requests), but usually prefers to remain silent. even in those moments she keeps her words to a minimum. she obverses the world around her, and analyzes the words and actions of people (friends or enemies). atlas likes to have a read on who someone is deep down. she prefers having plans before fighting, and when fighting she tries to end it quickly. she doesnt get along extremely well with any of the turtles like levi does with mikey, but she enjoys their company.

she is offered a mask at one point. its in the training room. the lights are low, like she prefers. shes meditating. raph, only raph, kneels behind her, holding out a hand. he says nothing, but she knows hes there anyway. atlas turns to look at him and his offering. she pushes herself forward a bit, enough to reach him. she brings her claws up and gently closes raph's fingers around the turquoise fabric in his palm. "not yet," she whispers. she isn't close enough to the turtles to wear such a symbol of kinship. raph nods, and leaves her to her meditation.

backstories!!

so the stuff with lou draxums lab happen as normal, only the four boys are mutated, and lou escapes with them.

in the chaos, draxum manages to retrieve just enough ooze to mutate two more turtles

he takes a few weeks to get a stable-enough living situation, and then hunts down two turtles.

a black-knobbed map turtle, and a leatherback sea turtle.

he mutates them, and starts rasing them.

he waits until theyre a bit younger than the mad dogs are in the short "turtle tots" to start training them

atlas takes to it quickly. she likes the adrenaline rush it gives

levi doesnt enjoy the serious part of it. she prefers spars that are more for fun

when theyre roughly 9/10, draxum takes them to the hidden city for the first time.

during this trip, levi gets lost, and draxum n atlas are unable to locate her

now heres where is gets a bit unclear for levi.

im not sure exactly what happens to her. ive played around with some ideas and i think her being adopted by a battle nexus champion might be interesting? not sure, but its on the table. sometime during this levi finds out shes actually a girl

atlas is distraught at the loss of levi, and her skill during training drops drastically.

draxum is faced with two choices.

let atlas take a break and comfort her through their loss, or order her to toughen up and increase training.

he ultimately decides to let atlas mourn, letting her train on her own accord.

she gets back into the swing of things roughly a year after levi goes missing.

when shes 13-ish she marches up to draxum and declares that she is, infact, a girl, and that he cant stop her from being one.

they meet sometime in s2. atlas is still living with draxum after his redemption, and levi's. doing whatever it is shes doing.

technically atlas has known the mad dogs longer than theyve known levi, but due to atlas' reserved nature, they arent as good friends

[dndfuckhouse]

After the Wraiths and Before We Touch Down...

FEATURING

Finn and Ozan in the Evening - 7/24 

Cimmorro and Keva in the Morning -  13/8 - 16/8

Cimmorro and Vinny in the Morning - 8/19 

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Finn and Ozan in the Evening - 7/24

After his plan to cry to Vinny and Cimmorro doesn't pan out, Finn attempts to cope with the emotional stress hes under in the only other way he knows how to. Well, its not the only other way he knows to, but other methods aren't viable in his current state and he'd be doing this even if he weren't desperate to relieve his anguish. So its actually normal behavior. Great! With this self assessment in mind, he purposefully strides down the hallway where he had seen Ozan and Vernalis in their room earlier.

Finn: he looks vernalis up and down exactly once, remembering how it felt to be squished against her chest. a memory that couldve been pleasant, were it not for her being born as herself. he then focuses on his target instead, snaking an arm around ozans and gently tugging at it "pardon my interrupting but i believe we were sharing a bed earlier" he smiles at ozan with intent "and it was thanks to you that we were able to win our little game with the ghosts.. itd be improper if i were not to give my thanks for your cooperation.. perhaps youd like to chat with me over it elsewhere?" Ozan: amusing himself and trying to lighten the mood a little ozan continues chatting away with vernalis about this and that with his pipe in one hand. though not harrowed by the events of the evening himself hes glad to see it ended up alright in the end, prompting no needed intervention from himself. he leans against the wall near the door casually puffing away until a man suddenly makes himself known to his right in the door frame. he blinks over trying to recognise him and nearly flinches when the stranger invades his personal space, covering it with a lean back and a laugh. "whoo-a, hello there?" at the statements he blinks and recognition settles in his mind "ahhh, you were with the group helping this one then?" he points over at verny with his thumb "alot taller in your normal form huh?" he thinks for a moment glancing down at his arm still held with a curious look "we can shuttle out into the hall, sure" and turns to Vernalis "i'll be back in a tick, feel free to head to sleep ahead of me, you're probably more tired anyway." he gestures to his bag as if to imply if you want to keep smoking thats where i keep my stuff with a smirk Vernalis: Verny really was just shooting the shit with Ozan and recounting what she saw which admittedly wasn’t much. Despite the heavy tone from earlier, she seems to have gone back to her regular self pretty quickly. She does remember Finn a little bit. The one who turned into a bat right? She didn’t get to see much of it so it amused her somewhat. She clasps her hands together excitedly. “Ohh its you!” She says at the sight of Finn. She just listens until Ozan suggests she retire and she stifles a yawn. “Oh dear, well I suppose we did get interrupted didn’t we. I’d love to pick you apart for your little bat trick… but it’ll just have to remain an unsolved mystery.” She says as she rubs her eyes. “I think I’m just gonna turn in, sleep a bit more, thanks for sharing mister ^^” She yawns before giving a toddle-o and shuffling back into the room god speed finn Finn: at verny saying she'd love to pick finn apart for his 'bat trick' he just goes TAILS.JPEG for a moment. he was hoping no one paid attention to that. hell, he didnt want ozan to get any ideas about it and question him instead of going to bed with him. as if that wasnt enough, shes the reason he doesnt get to respond to ozans remark in the way he'd like... finn briefly allows his mind to wander but decides to try and remember the pick up line he just invented if someone else ever complained about his height again. back to bat business, finn would think 'at least she left it as an unsolved mystery' but that'd make him sound 'grateful' for her 'mercy', which he is not, so he opts to curse her internally for her insolence and is satisfied when she finally exits the scene. when thats done with, he tugs at ozans arm again, intending to drag him out a little further into the hallway "you dont mind, do you?" he looks at where hes touching the other mans arm Ozan: he gives verny a little wave before shutting the door behind him to giver her some quiet as he steps out into the hallway after finn. It's a little dark and he can hear the sounds of revelry echoing down the hall from the dining hall but its private enough for a chat he supposes.

Ozan: he glances down at the grasp the man still has on his arm as if amused by the confidence in his over familiarness "i typically ask a mans name before i try and sell him something myself?" Finn: finn goes a little red at that and laughs nervously "o-oh... i suppose i cant help but admit that ive been quite eager to be alone with you again..." he smiles shyly, seemingly genuine, before slipping back into his usual chuuni persona "allow me to correct that mistake!" he lets go of ozan and bows courteously "im finnian oswald atticus barvotte of antessa! and most recently, hero of shorewater." he ceases his bowing and extends his arm this time, patiently awaiting ozans response and giving him the opportunity to reject finn "may i have the pleasure of enjoying your company and learning your name?" Ozan: ozan seems perplexed at how he could have garnered finns intense attention from one brief interaction but appreciates being released from his grasp nonetheless, perhaps...verny did something unusual in his body..? he doesnt usually draw the younger crowd. at finn's little display he politely claps, laughing to himself "nobility aboard i see" he gives a courteous bow of his own with one arm, presenting himself in a showy manner he would at his own storefront before standing upright again "you were all involved in that mess in shorewater? now that's certainly interesting. my names ozan callin, im a merchant of sorts myself" he folds his arms and leans against the wall of the hallway again in a more relaxed manner "company may be enjoyed, but if you're looking for something more intimate than this i cant exactly say i'll be providing." Finn: at first, finn is excited at ozans interest and clapping, finding himself listening to him with full attention in return. he repeats 'ozan' in his mind over and over.. a merchant, thats fine. if finn is attracted enough to a person, their being a commoner shouldnt matter for as long as hes interested. he had anticipated his status already anyway. Ozan (echo): if you're looking for something more intimate than this i cant exactly say i'll be providing Finn: finn takes this to mean that ozan isn't looking for a relationship, which is fine by him. hes not looking either! "your company i shall gladly enjoy..." finn smiles and shuffles over to lean against the wall as well "and you sound quite interesting yourself, if i may say so... what sort of merchandise do you handle, pray tell?" he'll get these pleasantries over with and then invite him to his room! score! this confidence and joy is reflected clearly in finns dazzling smile.

Ozan: he quirks a brow at the positive response considering how strong he came on earlier and takes a puff from the pipe hes still holding. he watches finn shuffle against the wall and give him a sunny smile, hes almost starting to doubt his own reading of his intentions, but maybe hes just really genial, or lying? either way he's somewhat amused by whatever he's doing "mostly just the odd trinkets and baubles, ah but of the arcane variety typically. i travel around alot hunting down whatever little treasures i can, there's quite a few unique enchantments out there. i'd try to pitch you a couple now if they weren't back in the room." he lets out a laugh in response. Finn: "hmm... arcane trinkets and enchantments you say..." finn rotates the information in his mind for a moment "itd certainly be quite amusing to be subjected to such a sales pitch, for you see i am a man of the sword!" he proudly exclaims, lighting up a little more at praising himself for his own favourite talent "i generally do not find much use for magic and such in my profession or day to day life... would you still attempt to sell to me?" he tilts his head a little "oh, and have you been to antessa before? or anywhere in vargonia?" <- forgetting his manners a little in his excitement Ozan: he smiles at finns dramatics "hmm a man of the sword! but picture how all the more powerful you'd be if your weapon of choice's output could be enhanced in certain ways? you'd be all the more a fearsome foe im sure" he waves his hands in the air "alot of adventurers like to wield enchanted items whether they wield magic themselves or not, and you never know when something innocuous could come in handy, in just the right situation, aye" he snaps his fingers to punctuate the point "the bangle that makes you a little faster could save your life, or the ring that changes the colour of your hair could blend you into the walls, but im a bit of a hoarder myself, hah!" he considers the question "i have traveled to vargonia before, only to her capital, though i've heard a whisper of the name antessa before though on my walks." Finn: finn doesn't hesitate in his answer here "your words ring true, but id much rather be fearsome because i am just that good, which i am by the way!" he beams again "i see the value and use of upping your opponent in just the right moment, in a battle for life and death most would prefer to survive by any means necessary and i am well aware that you often cannot choose your fights, but i find it all the more gratifying to overcome a foe who relies on more than their own strength" he grins now, recalling how he handled the situation with olst's enchanted dagger (<- it was very pathetic but he exudes confidence regardless). he calms down a little from his enthusiasm though as to not overwhelm ozan and gestures vaguely with his wrist "im most pleased to hear youve seen the beauty of my homeland nevertheless.." he looks rather fond when he speaks of it "ah... excuse me, i keep thinking of so many things i wish to ask and know of you and barely extend the opportunity to you, but id love to know where youre headed from here on... and i also wonder if itd be possible to peruse your wares tomorrow regardless of my own preference..." he thinks of katrina.......

Ozan: he considers finn's words "hoho, well lets hope that confidence in your skills continues to carry you further in your misadventures saving cities then. i wish you luck. buuu-t if you ever need a little pep in your step..." he winks and takes another puff of his pipe as finn reminisces "i will be selling a few things tomorrow before the boat lands, give the people some time to recuperate before i try and start hawking my wares" he laughs a little "im on my way to ackran right now, they've got some nice fabrics in this time of year, plus i hear tale of an arcane seamstress or another working away at a few things, but i tend to pop up wherever my whims take me" Finn: finn merely smirks back at him and flips his hair a little "only fools believe in luck... but your encouragement is much appreciated regardless" he nods as ozan goes on about setting up shop tomorrow. 'off to france, huh?' he thinks to himself "you'll be seeing more of me tomorrow, then... i have someone back home id like to gift something to. all the better if it could be useful to them, even. so think about your pitch for me until then, yeah? whats this about an arcane seamstress though? 🧐" Ozan: he laughs again "call me a fool then i suppose! lady luck hasn't steered me wrong yet" he seems to fiddle about with something in his pocket as he ponders finn's statements "if its a present for a loved one maybe i could even gift wrap it for you? extra charge of course" he smirks a little as he turns and strokes his chin dramatically "ahh you haven't her name? Colette the nimble fingered they call her, seems she's an up and coming professional in the field of enchantment." he gestures with both hands as if telling a story "they say she can imbue any garment with the strength of a thousand bulls, the colour of the glittering rainbow, the scent of the feywild and even the sense to walk about on their own, all while being stitched and crafted so beautifully you'd think each a masterwork!" he drops his hands as he finishes "now, i doubt most of these claims are entirely correct but im curious to see what her thread and fabrics are capable of, and if im able to purchase a few of my own." Finn: for perhaps the second time of his life, finn briefly wonders if it was a mistake to out himself as a noble. but he judges ozan as a merchant to probably charge anyone hefty enough sums... surely it cant be because finn is well off that he'd mention an extra charge "convince me of your work and i might just find myself agreeing to it..." he then listens patiently to the tale of colette the nimble fingered, although with less interest than previously "those claims sound far too outlandish to carry even a grain of truth" finn pushes himself off the wall and stems his hands on his hips "and i cannot say that this colette sounds worthy of my time, i am, however, an appreciator of beauty... so if these garments are as marvelous as you say, id be curious if you were able to acquire one, next time we happen upon one another" he muses and gives ozan A Look..... a look of lowered eyelids "it may be abrupt, but dont you tire of loitering here? i certainly do... and i believe we both would enjoy each others company much more in a similar fashion as to earlier... and my room happens to be vacant as of right now..." finn twirls a strand of his hair and smiles sheepishly "unless youd prefer it to be quick? im not one to shy away from a utility closet if need be..."

Ozan: he smiles "i assure you i charge only the most agreeable prices for my goods and services" he taps his foot on the ground idly "the tales are tall its true, but it makes me all the more curious to sift the fact from fiction. if i snub my nose at every rumour i lose the chance to find something truly unique myself" he stares at finn curiously as he gives him A Look, before he quickly realises hes coming onto him again, interesting. perhaps he wasn't actually coherent enough, but he didnt want to be too unsubtle about it, maybe save his ego a little, ahh what a predicament. he tries to hide how entertained he is by the mans confidence, truly it is as boundless as he said. he smiles into his hand as he raises a brow at finn "ah.. i apologise if i wasn't clear enough earlier, but when i said intimate i meant sex. not that your interest isn't incredible flattering, approaching me before you knew my name, even! but you're a little out of my strike zone" he waves a hand in the air consolingly, still smiling "and beautiful young men don't typically try their hand at me much anyway" Finn: "oh..." finns gaze turns somewhat blank. hes let down, but determined to not make a show of it. his posture relaxes and he sighs. hes no stranger to being rejected, although he firmly believes ozan to be in the wrong for not desiring him, but finn really couldve used the company tonight. another reminder of his hideous vampirism... how miserable "...thats a shame" finn shakes his head and smiles, also determined to overcome this little mishap "truthfully, youre out of my strike zone as well... but i couldnt help but enjoy your attitude very much from when we had lied together... it was enough to have me turn a blind eye to your age, you know!" he gestures like an anime girl again, seemingly back to his good spirits from before "i enjoyed your company regardless of my intentions, ill have you know... and ill still see you for your trinkets tomorrow, yeah?" he doesnt think much of the 'beautiful young men' remark. its what anyone is supposed to think of him anyway. no need to show gratitude for such base compliments. Ozan: he tips his head politely "it is" before lifting it a little again "haha, well well i did say i was flattered, i thank you for your courtesy towards my aged self" he waves his hand a little showily, happy that finn seems to have taken it well enough he relaxes against the wall again "my great personality and silver tongue always getting me into trouble it seems.." he says it jokingly as he takes a last puff from his pipe "ive also enjoyed our chat, and i appreciate you letting me ramble on, some people find it annoying" he gives you a sharp grin as he snickers at himself "and i look forward to your patronage, esteemed customer finnian barvotte" he bows again though this time much more purposefully in a joking manner before rising again "could always try your hand at someone in the dining hall if you're still feeling lonely, i could wingman for you" he gives finn a wink "im sure there're some lonely singles somewhere on here looking to celebrate..." Finn: finn is a little embarassed at ozans offer to wingman for him and hes quick to wave him off "n-no need... i believe ill be quite fine just like this. b-besides, i like obtaining my trophies through my own efforts!" he'd rather not go through the trouble of expending the energy of getting to know a whole new person again tonight, or much worse, gain some sort of reputation among the travelers on this airship, should he get rejected again and again. he'll just be by his lonesome self, maybe sulk in the baths again... maybe the urge to cry will even well up again and he could get that out! yeah! but finn shakes his head as if to shake the thoughts out for as long as he's stuck in ending this conversation gracefully "you should be aware though, mr callin, that i hold high expectations for your service now..." finn bows again, as to part "ill dare hope that silver tongue of yours isnt just for show..." he laughs a little at how silly they sound now and extends his hand towards ozan "may we shake on our eventful meeting?" and he smiles..... Ozan: he laughs at finns sudden bashfulness compared to his earlier advances "ahh~ and here i was willing to help bring some tomfoolery in your evening" he lets it drop though with a smile as finn goes on sensing he might want to escape to his room in solace now. he flicks his hand out not holding his pipe to shake with finn's, giving his hand a firm and friendly shake "lets hope i can deliver for you and the others then, it's been a pleasure meeting you and your little wraith hunting band" Finn: finn gives an equally firm and friendly shake, surprised to find his sexual attraction to ozan has evaporated w the moment of the rejection. he does have nice hands, but thats all they are now. "augh, dont say that... id prefer we never hunt wraiths again" finn scoffs at the idea in general. "its been a pleasure to make your acquaintance as well... and i" he cringes "apologize in advance, actually. the rest of my party, theyre not so eloquent and polite like i am... some of them will most certainly cause you a headache, if not worse, and as much as this knowledge pains me, i am unable to handle them effectively..." he looks somewhat apologetic for real "remember me in your good graces regardless, will you?" Ozan: he as their handshake drop after an appropriate amount of time, pleased how well this seems to have panned out "ahh believe me i've dealt with plenty of colourful characters in my work and travels, im sure they're no more eccentric than the rest" he folds his arms still smiling "i appreciate the forewarning nonetheless, i will do my best to regard you all as individual skilled wraith hunters then, who coincidentally save cities together" he releases the next chuckle as he pops the pipe back between his teeth for a puff "should your party truly shake me you can buy me a drink in commisery" he says this like he doesnt ever expect such a thing will occur Finn: finn seems a little exhausted as the conversation starts to center on the vengaboys, unwillingly occupying his mind with them as well. at the mention of buying ozan a drink he gives a little laugh "not that i wouldnt want to, but id still hope it wouldnt come to that because of them..." with any other men theyd be doing finn a favor actually, but since theres a mutual disinterest in sex now in place, itd be useless with ozan "even so, i wish you a pleasant remainder of the night ozan..." finn smiles and turns to leave... Ozan: he finds himself amused at the overt annoyance on display and packs it away into the back of his mind. as finn turns to leave he gives him a cheery wave that would no doubt make jangling sounds if he'd been wearing his usual accoutrements "and the same to you mr barvotte" 

Ozan watches Finn walk off as he stifles a yawn, carefully opening the door to his room again as quietly as he can just in case Vernalis has already fallen asleep. He idly begins reassessing the price points of some of his items in his head as he considers the next days events...

Cimmorro and Keva in the Morning -  13/8 - 16/8

An invisible boulder greets Keva on her chest as she wakes. With a groan, she rubs the crusty sleep from her eyes as she starts to stir, stretching out her limbs after being curled up in her blanket most of the night. All this, only to turn over and bury her face into her pillow with a soft poff. Gods, what time is it? She knocked out pretty quickly after her bath but she still feels like she didn't get a wink. Naturally she tries to continue sleeping, but unfortunately, her hunger wins out over her fatigue, per usual. 

The bun she lazily wraps her hair in slouches much like she does as she drags her way to the dining area. it's unusually quiet for late morning, but predictably so after all the ghoul business, and she's grateful for it. She could use a quick and quiet breakfast, no prying eyes to point out her puffy eyes. She grabs a plate and piles on all the food she can, always thinking of what she can save for later, before she settles at a table away from any other relatively early risers. The plate hits the wood first, and then her elbows, and her face finds its ways into her hands as she sighs before digging in.

Cimmorro softly yawns as he walks into the dining hall soon after, relieved and welcoming of the sunlight peeking through the ship's windows after a long night. usually he sleeps quite featherlight, but their activities the night before had left him quite spent, the grogginess still showing somewhat despite sleeping in (only a tad.) He's been awake for earlier than now but the need for food can't be ignored for much longer with his stomach being more demanding than usual. 

After how he nearly run himself dry after last night's events, it's only fair, he thinks. It doesn't take long for him to procure a large platter of a wide array of food. Jasper, who also seems groggy herself, lazily drooping on top of his head seems to have taken notice of a lone yet familiar figure sitting by one of the tables. Meanwhile, Cimmorro finds it odd when jasper ignores his query of whether he should take a breakfast salmon for her or the poached shrimp, so he turns to where she's fixated and-- lo and behold. 

He quickly decides to take the shrimp, can't go wrong with it if it's jasper after all, and approaches where Keva seems to have found herself a perfect spot to be in her lonesome, which means a perfect spot for him to be a nuisance. behind her, he gives a small tap on one of her shoulders, ready to swing to the opposite side if she decides to turn and look.

Keva: readying her fork, she snaps her head around to see who touched her to find... no one? swinging in the other direction, she finds, of course, cimmorro. her face pinches together at him before her shoulders relax and turn back to her food. "it's too early for this" Cimmorro: "it's late into the 9 of the AMs, perfect time for something like-- goddess, a-are you quite alright?" his snickering coming to a halt after catching a glimpse of her actual state. needless to say she looked like shit. somehow worse than the day after she practically threw herself overboard. he places his food down and leans over to get a better look, and, on instinct, the back of his hand plants on her forehead. "no fever at least." Keva: keva pulls her head away from the contact and weakly attempts to swat him away with a hand. "i'm fine, just tired is all... where is all your energy coming from?" she asks with disgruntled disbelief. he went thru about as much trouble as she had last night, but he has not bit of glitter out of place on him as usual. annoying, she notes as she stuffs a piece of fluffy scrambled eggs into her mouth. so much for her peaceful morning... but at least she gets to see jasper Cimmorro: his lips twist to the side while he waves his swatted hand, faking hurt. "i get it, last night was horrible. but if all of us are gloomy then what good would that do? here," he plucks jasper from his head and puts her in keva's lap, sliding the small bowl of shrimp towards her. "you can have the honors of feeding her," he says decisively while jasper looks up between her and the bowl expectantly. Keva: keva's slumped posture uncurls uncurls to allow jasper onto her lap, and she gives jasper a gentle pet and 'good morning' before she promptly offers her a shrimp. "i take it you slept fine then" Cimmorro: "i slept like a log but my head still feels a bit heavy--- er," he side eyes keva in jest. "unless you were asking jasper then let me just mind my own business," he adds while skittishly going back to his own meal, playing like a third wheel. Jasper:

Keva: she glances up from watching jasper happily eat and there's the barest twitch of amusement in the corner of her lips. "i was" she wasn't "but good to know you're doing okay too" Cimmorro: he gives her a joking sneer while chewing. there's a little bit of silence as both of them focus on their meals, but soon enough his mouth opens for something other than food again. "i actually thought you caught yourself sick, last night with the rain and all. i was just about to make rounds to see if anyone else did too." Keva: keva hmms with her fork hanging out her mouth as she feeds jasper another shrimp. "i'm sturdier than i look" she says after freeing her fork "don't know about anyone else though. half the ship's probably still asleep" even amos is still curled up against her pillow, and he wasn't even involved. "when are we getting off this thing? the sooner, the better" she mumbles the last bit before scooping another mouthful of food in. Cimmorro: "sturdy doesn't mean you're immune," said as a matter of fact. although, if she's not sick then the redness and puffy eyes can only mean one other thing. "anyhow, more time for me to regale you with my presence. we should be landing tonight, and thank the goddess for that. i'm so sick of it here," commenting with a frown as he picks on a fruit cocktail Keva: keva makes a sound of agreement as she eats. "of course the one time i get to ride an airship i lose my body and get stuck in an extremely high stakes game of hide-and-seek" between her chews she blows away a wisp of hair that's loosed itself from her bun. "probably won't even get to relax when we land bc some other insane thing is going to happen to us. again." Cimmorro: he snorts. "well the city... is definitely not a frolic through the meadows, but at least we'll be on land? lesson learned that i am not an up-in-the-air person... at the very least they should put some sort of casino in here to liven things up." Keva: "didn't take you for a gambler. though i guess you do like some risk, considering you're going around poking me." she huffs a bit, and asks after a pause "what's the city like?" she's curious, but anxious at the same time Cimmorro: "that comes with a risk?" he said innocently, but not without a smidge of jest. "you're the least threatening one yet." he taps his fork on his lips as he thinks of how to describe bakaldor. "without ruining the surprise... i'll say it's a very lively one... people like to throw each other around for sport so watch out for any bodies flying towards you. 😇 " Keva: keva squints at him "why... would they do that?" Cimmorro: "it's just the way things are around here. things are often solved through fists. so don't get in anyone's hair!" Keva: "doesn't sound too different from any other big city then" she gives jasper another shrimp. she'd never left shuk kuyu until her life got completely upended, but as different as the two cities she's been to are, some things aren't all that different. suppose that's just what they call 'city living' "is it far from coralwash?" Cimmorro: "yeah but, bakaldor is... well, you'll see for yourself." he thinks he personally would rather not stay in the city for long but if the others want to sightsee then he's not going to be wholly against it. gives him some time to visit the main church after all. "and no, not really, about 1-2 days on foot? depends on how much of in a hurry you are. less on horse, of course." Keva: "must be exciting to be so close to home for a bit, then" Cimmorro: "it is!" he grins. "but if you guys want to look around the city, then go ahead. so long as we don't dally for a whole week you don't need to worry about me. i oughta pick some gifts for my sisters on the way, anyhow." Keva: "you'll have to make it special then, since you've been away for so long" she turns her attention to jasper lightly tickling under her chin and cleaning away any bit of food stuck "i bet you're excited to go home too, huh?" Cimmorro: "bah, just getting them the specialty donuts is enough. i've been mailing gifts to them the past few years and food is always the way through with them still-- and i'm more than enough of a present!" he huffs all smugly with his chest out. jasper meows to his display, as if affirming his statement to which he responds with "yes, thank you, my sweet little pumpkin! you always get it!" he leans back into his chair and turns to keva with a chuckle. "she's been at home more than i've been! i bet she's thinking, 'what? after i went all the way to shorewater! you're just taking me back home?!' or something." jasper makes a face, as far as a tressym could express, that says, 't-that's not what i was thinking at all!'

Keva: she rolls her eyes in the same moment jasper meows. he really is just fine. keva opens her mouth to question a new detail she picks up on, the face jasper makes catches her off guard for a moment. a small laugh peppers through her words, "wait, she hasn't been with you this whole time? how did she get to you then?" Cimmorro: "what?" he blinks almost clueless. "no, willow brought her over to my request. i left her our temple when i first left. i didn't really think it was wise to bring her when i didn't even know where i was going." Keva: "oh, that's right" keva winces and shakes her head a bit in her lapse of memory. she really should get a nap in later today... "sorry, i forgot you didn't always have a cat riding around in your hood" she says with a little bit of humor, and goes back to jasper "suppose it's actually you that's the star of the show" Cimmorro: "with all that we get up to, i can't really blame you having your memories in a disarray," he says sympathetically with jasper looking up at her and giving her a small comforting mew. at the last comment he goes, "if i'm going to let anyone outshine me, then it's only right that it's jasper. though we oughta have a long talk when we get home if she wants to keep tagging along... the wraiths did scare you a bit didn't they, girl?" cooing at her while she relishes in the scritches that come with. Keva: "they didn't mess with her or anything, did they?" keva is now staring off considering if jasper and amos also swapped bodies last night Cimmorro: "she's fine as a fiddle, apart from the little spook. stayed in the room like a good girl! but how about amos? amos.... amos...?" he looks up as his thoughts trail off for a fleeting moment. "ah, amos-keteer! get it? a musketeer!" he beams as if he's said something brilliant when he's actually just smiling stupidly. Keva: keva gives him a slightly wide-eyed for a long silent moment before saying to jasper nonchalantly “maybe you’re better off at home” like she looks at her like that shrek and donkey they don’t even have dental meme Cimmorro: he fakes a gasp and whines. "c'moooon that was good! i'd like to see you try and do better, hmpf!" Keva: “actually it’s funny how bad it was” she laughs at his reaction as she hands jasper back over to him, shrimp vanquished. “amos is fine. he’s just sleeping, like i should be” speaking of him, she starts to wrap a bit of meat for him in a napkin for when he wakes up. “he doesn’t have anywhere to go but the wild, as far as i’m aware” Cimmorro: "it's alright, i won't tell anyone you're just shy of admitting i'm clever," he retorts as he gingerly takes jasper back into his arms, cuddling her up against his cheek. "me and jaspie know, and that's all that matters."

Keva: keva snorts in disagreement but smiles a bit at the scene before tending to her food again. while she would have chosen to be alone, it actually... wasn't too awful having company. boastful as it was. in truth, she felt rather lonely after the events of last night, and she wished she could talk to orin. and she knows she could, with cimm's help. she half-considered it, but she wouldn't know what to say other than 'hi, how are you.' and she wouldn't want to keep bothering him on his adventure, especially after all her talk of letting go. she heaves a big sigh thru her nose to put her mind out of it and eats another mouthful. she looks back up at cimmorro still cooing over jasper as she chews... might as well get used to this. she leans over a bit and nicks a strawberry off his plate, popping it into her mouth. Cimmorro: cimm was in the middle of singing something about jasper's toe beans when he notices keva attempting to swipe, to which he cries out, "ahh!! that's mine!!" and a hand attempting to swipe the fruit back. this of course was only in vain for he's no match against her cunning swiftness that seems to be a boon given to her by the gods themselves (an exaggeration, yet the difference between his and her reflexes is staggering.) with a comical tear, he glares at her. heartbroken from being robbed of his favorite treat! he was looking forward to dipping it in honey and, and, and! sure it was only one, but what if she keeps taking more... no! no more! he makes a low growl as he moves his plate a few inches away from her reach. "the next one is going to cost you!" Keva: her chewing stops midway at what she takes as a challenge, but it continues momentarily as she puts her hands up as if to say 'alright, alright, no more'... but then she taps on her face near her mouth as if to suggest he's got something on his face. vain as he is, she knows this could open up a chance from another swipe and goes for it without hesitation. Cimmorro: her prediction performing true, he furrows his brows at her as reaches for the spot on his own face but not a second longer when he notices her change in stance once more as she attempts to practically leap for his plate again. in this moment, everything slows and his life about less than thirty minutes ago starts flashing before him in a nostalgic montage: the voice of one of the crewmates telling him it was the last bowl of strawberries they had on the ship and cimm sparkling in glee that he even managed to nab them at all. their foreign strawberries were much different from home but still a delicacy in itself, it's been a nice treat to have and one that he's grateful to have even blessed his mouth. he discovered there's a special tanginess to it that makes honey a perfect partner and was looking forward to trying them with some dark chocolate... but, in the end, here is keva about to take it all away in one fell swoop. how dare she! he can't let this happen... not on his last day on this miserable ship! he's not trained to move his body as quick as a snap, but he knows one thing: he talks... a lot. if there's anything he can contest against keva's unnatural speed, it's his unrelenting will to talk in the speed of blink dogs... blinking. and so, in a split second out of desperation to stop her in her tracks, he mutters a spell and the next thing she knows there's a sudden flash of light between them. Keva: keva makes a surprised noise as the sudden brightness forces her to squeeze her eyes shut, but she's not deterred--her hand had already started on its preplanned route. in her momentary blindness, it's easier to grab the whole bowl of berries rather than just one, but the trip back towards her isn't as smooth. cimmorro was going for the berries too, but his blind dive puts him in the path of the bowl as she swipes and the ceramic punches into his cheek, the speed and force of movement rippling through. a mix of soft thuds, a clattering of tableware, and a yelp of pain. keva gasps bc she knows she's hit something, and when she blinks away the white edges of her vision, she sees the following: a couple of strawberries having leapt overboard onto the table, their food shifted nearly off the table, and a great red splotch flooding where she had gotten him in the face... oops! "oh my gods, i-- i'm so sorry" laughing behind a hand, despite genuinely feeling bad Cimmorro: the aftermath of the events leaves him practically sprawled over the table, hand on the ever growing sore cheek on the right. when he gets up, it's not without a groan and a contorted wince as if he's trying to discern the severity of the pain. aside from the growing redness (that will likely bruise if he doesn't treat it) there isn't much else damage on the outside. on the inside, however, well, that sure doesn't taste like anything he had for breakfast. he's still lightly suckling on the inside of his cheek, tongue clicking for good measure, when keva attempts to apologize, which he then only sticks a finger into his own mouth to actually see the blood himself. "wow," is all he says at the sight of it. his expression is vague, in a way that it's both unfeeling but as well as slightly surprised? he continues to rub his hand on his cheek while he turns to looks at her, his face calculating how to actually feel about it. on one hand, what the fuck. on the other, it was also his fault, he's aware. he was annoyed, needless to say, and it was just a matter of where to direct the frustration to. he eventually moves to straighten himself up and pop that slowly melting ice cube from the orange juice he had into his mouth, letting it sit on the bleeding spot. he left his holy symbol back at his room, this will have to do for now.

Keva: the sight of blood on cimmorro's finger makes hers run cold. "oh... oh gods, i didn't mean--um--" she sets the bowl down haphazardly and grabs a napkin, standing up a bit as if to try to do something, but her hands hover uselessly in the air near his face. the damage was in his mouth, what is she going to do, gag him with the napkin? a sinking feeling starts to come over her as he turns to look at her. it feels even worse that she can't read his expression. gods, she just has to mess things up. can't help herself, can she? she had just started her lessons and was actually getting on pretty well with him up to this point, and now she goes and gets a little too greedy. it was all supposed to be in good fun. she wasn't even going to eat the berries but, ah... "i'm, are you--" stupid question, keva, no he's not okay, he's bleeding. stop stammering, people are staring. her eyes fall to the fresh pink stains in the wood "i'm sorry" keva shrinks back into her seat, guilt and embarrassment bearing down on her shoulders. the berries make their way back into the bowl and back towards him, her gaze not lifting once, and she braces herself to bear his anger. Cimmorro: for the moment, he only sits there in silence, observing her with sideway glances. truthfully, despite the bleeding, the pain itself is nothing that alarming. not to say that keva doesn't pack a punch, because she does. that's the only way the impact could cause a cut on the inside from being grazed by his teeth. but, this is also not the worst he's felt and not the stupidest reason for it if malaya's roughhousing was any testament to that. he's had his own fare share of broken lips and a bruised face from both his sister being too excitable and strangers who decided they want to exploit him through whatever method they pleased. the annoyance he's feeling mainly comes from feeling a bit humiliated, especially now that they've caused a little scene. this is also the reason why he's not making it any worse by getting on keva's case about it, aside from the fact that she looks like she's about ready to be taken behind bars. again, he was in the wrong too for even taking it as far as using magic that also blew up on his own face... okay, maybe he was more humiliated than he initially thought, now more annoyed at himself than her. eventually, after some clicking of the ice against his teeth, he lets out a snort. "welp, i understand the risks now," he jokes, a little dry but doesn't bear any harboring bitterness. Keva: keva's thinking of ways she can excuse herself without stares following her when he finally speaks up. her eyes flick up carefully at him once, twice before saying hesitantly, "...you're not mad?" Cimmorro: "do you want me to be?" he asks curiously, if not a little teasingly. (jez: i cant transcribe it in text but [insert him trying to talk with ice in his mouth comedy]) Keva: she's been chewing her thumbnail since silence joined them at their table, making the upward twitch at the corners of her mouth more visible than usual, but they disappear with her thumb. "well, you're bleeding" she's... surprised he's taking it so well. she expected to at minimum for, how would he say... 'damaging the goods.' he only looks like the second most pampered person in the group. maybe he could take more of a hit (pun not intended) than she thought. he's... probably okay? he must be if he's joking with her instead of huffing and puffing and storming away. she considers this for a quiet moment, wonders if she should push things, then cheekily mumbles, "that's what cheaters get" Cimmorro: "oh, i see." with his teeth, he takes a second to crunch on the small piece of ice left in his mouth, bleeding now miniscule, before he smirks back at her. "so, stealing my berries and using underhanded tactics on me isn't anything? and yes, i am bleeding quite a bit... ahhh, my poor chiseled and handsome cheekbone... oh- i'm in pain!" he continues with the theatrics, loud but only enough to emphasize between the both of them. Keva: she snorts a bit and turns her head away just a bit at his theatrics, but her eyes do still find their way to his face for a moment to double check it's not just an act. "maybe it's your own fault for choosing to eat breakfast with a known thief. most people would call that a poor choice of company" Cimmorro: he peeks up at her after faking a sob on the table and props his elbow to rest his head on a hand all leisurely. despite the stinging on the side of his face, he smiles amused. "hah! you're funny. if i listened to what most people would have to say then i wouldn't have kept this job now, would i?" Keva: something clicks in keva's mind then, as he says that. wee jas is well known near her hometown, but some would say respect and fear aren't too different from each other. the jasidian temple was shrouded in mystery and rumors, enough for her child self to cower behind cover whenever she crossed paths with a member of the clergy, especially in the dark underground tunnels. it only strikes her now that their reputation can only be worse elsewhere. it's a bit at odds, she thinks, with her idea of him as someone who rather enjoys being liked. then again, based on how often he riles up finn, perhaps he doesn't mind being disliked so much. "weirdo" is all she says before pushing her food in front of her properly again to eat again. after a moment, she says, "you're sure you're okay? you're not going to hold this against me later, are you?" Cimmorro: "maybe... maybe not," he teases. "buuuut, if you really feel bad about it you can try to make it up to me~" it's all said playfully, with him batting his eyelashes at her and everything. he doesn't really expect anything, just being a nuisance. Keva: (keva's face is like that v)

Keva: she knows nothing good can come of this. she knoooows it. but... she did just nearly knock a tooth out. on accident!! but blood was spilled nonetheless. what if he makes her wear something stupid. he would, she knows that, too. but she can't have this hang over her either!!!!! the internal struggle plays out in her twitching eyebrows she finally relents. "fine... but it better not be stupid, or i'll make both sides of your face match" Cimmorro: his eyes go wide in surprise. "wow, for real? huh, now i actually have to give it some thought" he leans back on his chair with a rather animated quizzical look, acting lost between all the possibilities. before shifting his back to her, he asks "is 'surprise me' an option?" Keva: keva blinks at him. "how am i supposed to know how to make it up to you for accidentally decking you in the face? i've only done it on purpose before" she starts to pore over her options in her head. she doesn't have anything to give him. he certainly has more money than her. there isn't anything on this ship that he couldn't get for himself... he does seem to like sweets. maybe she could get him something in the city? "i don't know... do you want.. cake or something?" Cimmorro: "oh, curious about me now, are you? yes i do like cake. 🐱 are you going to ask me what kind next? and then my favorite cafe? and then my favorite musician? i'm open to all your questioning" he coos with his face resting on both hands and enjoying the false attention he's made up for himself Keva: she makes that face and silently raises a fist (threateningly but will not actually hit him)

Cimmorro: BSDBJIWSKLM;DPBJP;AIEKLOWJMGBIOLP;/KWJAMBIOP;JLWDGS KEVA WISHING HE JUST ACTUALLY GOT PISSED AND CRIED AND STORMED OFF, hes doing this

Keva: KLGEKJkjkjgjekkljLKJFEGLKGRLKG keva's gonna bet he one to storm off at this rate

Cimmorro: "ahh! but i'm helping you! you said you don't know! so what better way to know but," he winks obnoxiously on purpose "ask?" there's glitter fluttering in the space between them Keva: (insert keva swatting away the anime sparkles for the comedic visual) "i would have if you didn't act like i'd be making a pass at you!" Cimmorro: he barks out a laugh that gets struck with a sudden "AH!" when his sore cheek stings from the strain. he takes a moment to rub it and goes "i'm just messing arooooooouunnnd. but if you're asking for a date to grab cake then why yes, i accept! it's funny, really, cause finnian, he sort of asked me out. and i was planning to use vinny as my scapegoat but he invited him as well?! so now i can run off with you. yippie!" Keva: she interjects (chowder “imm not your boyfriend” voice) “not a date!” in between his words, but the freshly scooped food falls off her fork at the mention of finn. “he asked you out? you sure he’s not trying to lure you away and put you into your grave early?” Cimmorro: he sighs and frowns as he leans on the table with a pout. "yeah, just out of nowhere too. after i pretty much insulted him to the bone-- see that's why i don't really wanna go! i just agreed so he'd get off my case about it, i don't want to know what would fruit if i turned him down either! i can't get a read on the guy!" Keva: keva snorts “maybe he’s secretly into that sort of thing” she gets her bite of food into her mouth before saying “if you’re looking to not piss him off, i feel like choosing me over him wouldn’t be the smartest move. but i’m not one to say no to humiliating a noble” orin said to play nice with him… but suppose she would deniability with this one? she wouldn’t be doing anything in this situation… Cimmorro: "that's what i thought too- but i refuse to think more of it, lest i get hives!" he does a little comical shiver thinking of finn's fetishes. "really, when have i ever not wanted to piss him off? ah. he's so adamant though, i'm sure if i told him we had an outing on the same day, he would say, 'it matters not, we shall reschedule ours at the next convenient time then!'" Keva: “true, he’s clearly not told ‘no’ enough. but maybe he hates the poor enough to think you’ve got horrible taste and give up.” Cimmorro: he shrugs. "it gets him both off our hides, so it's a win for me personally" Keva: keva leans back in her seat, satisfied with their deal. "okay, there's your favor then." her brows furrow again and her expression comically grave. "it's not a date." Cimmorro: "sure, whatever you sa~aaay." he leans back with both hands behind his head, seemingly satisfied for now. "one thing though, finn asked me to take him around my town. so we would have our not-date then. but we can still grab some cake in the city! you could come with me when i get those donuts!" Keva: her expression eases up considerably at the idea and even smiles a bit. trying new foods has been the best part of not having a home anymore "sounds like a plan then" offering one of the remaining scraps of food on her plate to jasper Cimmorro: he seems pleasantly surprised by her agreeing, thought she might've tried to debate how there was only one favor to be granted so why must she join him for donut buying as well? he decides to not tease her about it, for now. when she moves to feed jasper again (who's been loafing on a chair after the tensions have subsided), it reminds him of his berries and plops one into his mouth after dipping it in honey. the delight that flashes on his face only lasts for a second before it twists in pain, the strawberry juice irritating the wound with its sweet, sweet acidity. his hand finding purchase against his cheek again as he turns into ueueue soung of crying (not really crying but same mood) Keva: worry starts to worm back in seeing him wince. "can't you heal it?" Cimmorro: he sighs while rolling the strawberries around the bowl. "i left my pendant back at the room... didn't think i'd need it for breakfast. if vinny's awake i'm sure he'd flip out seeing me like this," he snorts then. "i'll just say a cranky old lady in the dining hit me" Keva: she makes an insincere 'ha ha' face at him "what are you going to say you did to earn it, flirting too much in front of her oatmeal?" Cimmorro: "nahh, she just didn't appreciate my puns. 😌 " he decides to push the bowl away, to eat for later instead, when a thought crosses him. "reminds me, didn't they promise some sort of reward for last night? what do you think it'll be?" Keva: she tries to get something unstuck from her teeth as she thinks "i mean, probably just money, right? or maybe nicer rooms next time, if they even have any. if there's even a next time. what else would they have to offer?" Cimmorro: "money is... ehhh." he shrugs and pouts "was hoping for something more interesting. hm... they should give us free rides for life! they'd be out of business if it weren't for us." Keva: keva sort of laughs "would you even want free rides for life?" Cimmorro: "the experience was terrible for a first. i got swapped here, the food and drinks were great but i got swapped here." he huffs through his nose. "and i'd rather get from one place to another through other means, but i can't deny that riding an airship is convenient in terms of speed. i'd be visiting home every other month if i could afford it." Keva: "hmm... well, if they don't offer it, maybe you could talk their ears off until they agree. you're good at that," she lightly jokes. Cimmorro: "i would but," he runs his head to the side, hand on cheek, acting dejected. "i'm injured... and besides, i bet they'd listen more to the stars of last night," he snickers knowingly.

Keva: keva considers their options then... vinny's a pushover, finn's ego would grow 10 times its size to be asked a favor... their only hope is psalm. she looks back up to cimmorro "he was pretty excited about the airship ride..." Cimmorro: "airship rides for daaaaays. [spongebob imagination rainbow gif] so be sure to bring the idea up to him, eh?" he says with a nudge of an elbow. Keva: "me? how many favors are you going try to get out of me breakfast is over? i don't need airship rides every month" Cimmorro: he kind of just smiles wide in disbelief. "he's your roomie, not mine! also, hey, i'm not the only one benefiting from this. you wanna pay for another ride when you head back to- where was it, talankra? shuk kuyu, no? that's quite a way back from antessa!" Keva: she says matter-of-factly, "nothing to go back to there" she gives the smallest half-shrug, not quite looking at him but not avoiding him either. not sad, but... more contemplative. it only lasts a moment before she's looking to him straight on again. "but if you're so set on it, maybe we can work out another deal" she says wryly Cimmorro: "oh?" he says with a hint of surprise and intrigue. "planning to travel more after, are you? where you heading?" at the last part he just kind of laughs and jokes, "alright, i'll hear what you have to say while i'm feeling gracious. out with it then." Keva: she sighs before admitting, "don't know yet." she hasn't had the time to think about it much lately bc of more pressing matters regarding survival, but the anxiety simmers at the back of her mind at all times. not that he needs to know that, so she tries to play it cool. "i'm hoping i'll have a better idea after all this"--vague gesture--"is done with. as far as our deal... don't know that one either." she smiles wryly "i'll just have to cash that in later whenever i want. i think a lifetime of airship rides is worth at least that" Cimmorro: "ah... keeping me on the edge of my seat-- both times too!" he continues to tease her. the terms of this deal is a tad alarming though. what could she probably ask him to that degree? he feels the need to clarify before it blows up on his face. "cashing on that amount well, i think it's only fair that it only applies only if your boy can get us the rides, no? and obviously, like you, i'm not going to do anything that's too stupid now." Keva: "deal" she holds a hand out for handshake Cimmorro: he gladly takes her hand and gives it a good shake, amused that keva, this time, made a forward deal with him at all. "looking forward to the results later then. speaking of results," he lets her go before dusting off his clothes as if to conclude business. "i know you had a particularly hard night, so you don't need to show me anything but if you have something to show of your writing activities, you know where to find me, hm?" Keva: ah. "i... didn't finish everything yet" when she had gone to bed last night, she planned on finishing when she rose in the morning. of course, she didn't plan on waking up in the middle of a stormy night, fighitng wraiths in someone else's body, and being confronted with her own deep-seated fears and feelings. "can we do tomorrow?" Cimmorro: he leisurely waves a hand understandingly. "if we find the time and, well, the privacy, tomorrow, sure. we are supposed to land tonight, so we're likely to rest up for the bustling morning... i don't imagine you all scampering around the city the entire evening when most of it are closed." Keva: keva rubs her face before resting a cheek in her hand "you never know with this group though, do you?" she starts to collect their finished dishware to be returned to the kitchen "gods, i can't wait to just fucking sleep" Cimmorro: when keva first tries to take his plate, he gently tries to protest he can do it himself. but when she doesn't seem to care and just takes it anyway, he just mouths a thanks with a smile. "hmm, you do have a point. at the very least i can imagine finn roaming around, maybe han too..." after 2 weeks on this ship, he thinks he would also appreciate an evening stroll before tucking in, but figures he may as well get more rest for the days ahead. plenty of time to go around the city the next day. "if anyone gets into trouble well, that's not gonna be on me! i'll be sleeping! my tour is in the morning!" Keva: the way things are going, trouble might just find us first, keva thinks... but probably best to not jinx it. she makes a brief trip to turn in her and cimmorro's dirty dishes before standing back at their table. "already have a plan for where you'll take us and everything?" Cimmorro: "ahh, i haven't been in the city for quite some time so i'll have to get a quick look around to decide. but i do recommend we find us a guide to hire for the rest of the trek to antessa. so perhaps a merc house or two. i also plan to visit the temple in the city myself, but you lot don't really have to follow me there." lest they break something, he thinks. Keva: oh, a guide probably would be helpful for getting around, huh. now that she thinks about it, plenty of tour guides sold their services to visitors in shuk kuyu, being old and confusing. she briefly wonders how this city will compare to the towering mountains of her hometown, then adds, "and cake and donuts" Cimmorro: "yes, cake and donuts," he smiles. "the bakery where i get the donuts is just a few blocks away from the temple, it's part of the reason why my sisters tell me to grab some when i come down here. we could make a stop there before i head to the tower and you can be on your merry way." Keva: “why not after your temple visit? that way you could take the donuts straight back to the inn” Cimmorro: he tilts his head at her. "are you suggesting you come with me to our lady's tower?" Keva: “oh, no. no” she laughs a bit at the suggestion, as if the idea is funny “i could just meet you there if i know what the shop’s called. not hard to ask for directions” Cimmorro: he gives her a sort of incredulous look before he goes, "that works, sure. just thought you'd be too cranky to ask around." a snort "but it is quite easy to ask, yes, too easy even. people can get eager around here." he rubs at his chin in thought.

Keva: she squints at him warily, “what do you mean by that?” Cimmorro: "oh, it's nothing to be alarmed of. it's just like every capitol, people like to make money by showing travelers around. but i'm sure you could find someone who wouldn't charge you a nick for directions to a bakery." Keva: "i'm quite aware, dabbled myself even" she smirks a bit mischievously. a frazzled traveler about to miss a meeting or simply desperate to put their feet up makes up for a lack of people skills. "i'll probably be fine." Cimmorro: "hmmmmm," squinting eyes and acting like he's thinking long and hard. "maybe i should charge you all tomorrow for my services, now that i think about it" Keva: keva lets out a half-scoff, half-laugh "maybe you should, tho i don't think we'd make for good business" Cimmorro: "you lot will likely rather go get lost in the city on your own before you even think of compensating me," he sighs wearily then dramatically puts an arm over his eyes. "never appreciated around here... not for my good looks, or my charming personality, or my sharp wit and sex appeal!" Keva: she rolls her eyes, tho more with humor rather than annoyance, "yes, yes, poor you. tho i think you do plenty appreciating yourself for all of us." she looks to jasper, "don't you think?" Cimmorro: not expecting to be addressed into this, jasper's ears nervously fold back for a split second, conflicted about not wanting to partake in ragging on her papa but at the same time, she thinks keva is not really entirely wrong in her comment. she decides to respond by adjusting the way that she loafs while cimm continues on his melodramatic ranting.  "--at this rate, who is going to appeciate me but myself? who?! certainly not you!" ending with a dramatic point of a finger at keva. contrary to all his whining and complaining, it's quite obvious that he's merely playing around, simply just enjoying the fact that he has an audience. "egads!" he goes, putting his entire weight on an elbow propped onto the table while his head hangs in defeat and continues, with his normal voice, "i need to do some appreciating of myself before this bruise leaves a permanent mark on my face, or inside of my mouth rather." keva can tell he's trying to probe where the wound is again with his tongue inside his cheek. Keva: keva nonchalantly pulls her head back when he jabs a finger at her. seeing him mess with his wound, she tuts her tongue steps closer as if to somehow physically stop him “stop doing that, what if you make it worse?” actually, how does someone even treat that sort of thing if they’re not a healer? she’s done her share of accidentally cutting herself on her teeth from falls or fights, but she’s always just toughed it out. “don’t you have things you can treat it with without magic?” Cimmorro: "it's not that severe... aha! it's been a hot second since your first aid lesson, so let me share this with you." [insert obnoxious herlock sholmes pose with the spotlight and everything: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C-ZhSG3u-ag] "if the cut isn't too bad, then it will eventually heal on its own. but to deal with the bleeding, you can press it with a clean cloth and/or some ice, like i did earlier. the rest of the treatment just relies on how well you can keep the wound clean. so gargling some salt mixed in some lukewarm water is an easy way to achieve that." he nods with his arms crossed as he explains, then brings a finger up to garner attention. "but! if the wound isn't healing after a couple of days, for example it keeps bleeding, go to a clinic! it could need some stitches. aaand that's your first aid lesson of the day!" he does a little bow in his seat. Keva: with cimmorro's herlock sholmes deduction monologue audio muffled in the background, keva is quietly mumbling "if it's not that severe then stop crying about it" she tunes back in just in time to catch the details. "salt?" she says surprised and doubtful "wouldn't that hurt more?"

Cimmorro: SHE'S SO MEAN!! HE SET UP THE PROP LIGHTS AND MUSIC AND EVERYTHING WITH PRESTIGIDITIGIITITIIITION!!) Keva: HUGJHGRHJEKFJHKHJFEKJHFEKJHFEHEF REALYL PICTURING THIS AS ONE OF THOSE GAG ANIME SEQUENCES SHE'S MUMBLING CLOSE UP TO THE CAMERA

Cimmorro: he casually shrugs. "medicine isn't always comfortable, but something we must do. otherwise, you might get yourself an infection, which would only make it more complicated." Keva: she considers the salt shaker on the table, taking it and covering the openings with her fingers before giving it a leisurely shake and peering at the grains. "could you use salt on... any wound?" she winces at the idea as she says it. Cimmorro: "for most home remedies, yes! salt keeps bacteria away but i wouldn't recommend directly using salt though-- it's not for the faint hearted, my dear kevster, hence the water." he does a little tut-tut motion with his finger. Keva: keva opens her mouth to correct his nickname but sighs in resignation instead. she opens the top and closes an eye to look inside more closely with the other. she had no idea something so commonplace —something she had easy access to (with a little swipe, course)—could be useful in medicine. what else was in her reach all this time but she just didn’t know? there really is a lot to learn… “i guess i should be trying to write this down” Cimmorro: "glad you now see why i recommended i teach you how to" after the comedic display of a lesson, he gives her a genuinely good-natured smile while he rests his chin on a hand, elbow leaning on the table once more. Keva: she look out from behind the salt shaker and smiles a bit back, "well, i can appreciate that much." she puts back the top and slides it across the table back to its place, before joking, "don't know about the other things though." Cimmorro: she sees him roll his eyes humorously. "you'll come to realize that i'm actually quite irresistible. it's only a matter of time." he sits up straighter and, to his surprise, a light yawn comes out of him. perhaps that grogginess is still there after all. "mmm, i should head back and get this sorted out," he points at his cheek. "it's more annoying than painful, like a nag. and you could also use a nap it seems." Keva: keva has to actively resist yawning as he does. "you have no idea" she starts away a few steps before turning and adding "thanks for the chat" and tosses him another strawberry she had snuck when he doesn't looking. Cimmorro: his hands move on instinct to catch it, his surprise turning into something more of a lighthearted 'really?' when he sees the berry. "normally i'd appreciate this, but after what just happened, well... i can't help but feel like this feels like you're-- and you'll get this now-- rubbing salt in the wound." a playful jab accompanied with a warm laugh. "rest up then." he gives her a little wave as jasper also gives her cheerful mewrping. Keva: keva laughs "i thought this was nicer than eating it in front of you" and turns on her heel to return to her room. she quietly slinks back in so as to not wake psalm, even peeking over him a bit to make sure he's still asleep. once she's reassured herself that he's unconscious, she pulls out her notebook to poorly sketch out what she's learned. she doesn't let herself linger very long on how she could try representing this or that for fear psalm would wake any moment, and when she's satisifed, she shoves it away under her mattress again and rolls herself back into bed, feeling a bit lighter than she had before.

Cimmorro and Vinny in the Morning - 8/19

Soon after Cimmorro scuttles off to find himself something does Vinny rouse from his own rest. Groggy from the previous nights events he huffs a tired sigh, nearly falling back asleep. He finally decides to sit up with a low grunt, rubbing at his red faded eyes. He's not surprised to not see Cimmorro around, he tended to wake up a little before him anyway, he's a little glad to have the time to put himself together at least after the hectic nature of the evening before. 

He ambles up and out to the washroom to clean up somewhat before returning. He finds himself already ruminating on the wraiths again though, feeling more alert.

Vinny: Upon returning to their room he rummages around for his journal to jot something down and empty his mind a little, seated on his bed. He really ought to be thinking about what they'll be doing when they land instead but the wayward thoughts continue to drift across his mind as he writes. Cimmorro: cimm and japser find their way back to the door of their room soon enough. he gives her a little signal to be quiet, just in case vinny is still asleep, to which she nods obediently before he slowly opens the door enough for both of their heads to curiously peek into the room. at the sight of vinny being up and about, cimm makes the door swing open with a cheerful "oh! good morning sleeping beauty!" followed by a jasper who does a little sprint and hops onto the bed him to rub against his side. Vinny: he nearly startles at cimmorro's entrance, lost in his own thoughts. he quickly glances over, closing the journal and speaking "oh- goodness, good morning" he looks down at jasper first, smiling at her friendliness and rubbing her head with a smile. As she purrs against him he turns cimm proper and continues "did you already-" before he stops, noticing the bruise blossoming on his cheek "w-what on earth, are you alright?" he quickly stands, shuffling over towards him in a hurry "th-there's not a fight going on is there?" he hands flit through the air anxiously, as he brings one to cimmorro's injured cheek. within a couple of seconds a warm kind of healing magic is dispersed across it, stitching up the wound and diminishing the swelling with rapid speed, as if it were never there. Cimmorro: he was about to ask what vinny was writing when the other decided to focus on the mark on his face. right, that was still there. as vinny buzzes over him he says, "ah, you'd never believe what i got into. i--!" he had prepared a hilarious joke to tell him about and everything, it had a good punchline too. pun intended.  but before he could even get to the bit, vinny had already planted his palm on his bruise, causing him to flinch and protest, feeling violated of his personal space (hypocrite.) "w-what do you think you're--!" his hand instinctively moves to swat him by his wrist but finds himself stunned at the sensation of healing. his eyes go wide as he stares at the space between them, face flushed from embarrassment. probably the most embarrassed vinny has ever seen him be thus far. "e-e-e-eee..." is all he manages to stutter when the magical warmth subsides which immediately turns into something akin to a pathetic shrill and then--- a 'thwap!' against vinny's wrist. "e-ENOUGH!! get out, out!!!" he frantically pushes vinny out the still open door before he could say anything and promptly shuts it as soon as he's been forced over the threshold. leaning his back on the door, he sort of fumes by himself. how dare he! firstly, the face is off limits! second, the gesture... it wasn't necessary! he could take care of himself! and yet he... he... it takes a a good handful of seconds for cimm to gather his scattered composure, locking eyes with jasper who looks up at him confused. it's all he needed to realize what he's actually done. he facepalms with an audible slap before he hurriedly pulls the door open again, looking down as he timidly go, "y-you... you just startled me!" Vinny: he processes cimmorro's unexpected reaction, thinking he'd inform him of some tomfoolery occurring outside as to the cause of the injury, simply brushing him off or giving a quick thanks for the spell. before he can contemplate his red faced expression too hard, thinking that perhaps he'd misread something, he's quickly ejected with a push and a yelp. he stands out the hallway blinking, stunned as he wobbles afterwards trying to not trip over his own feet. it takes him a moment to even register what happened, he glances both ways down the hallway, hoping no random passengers walking around saw whatever that was. he turns back towards the door... yes it is indeed shut. he stares dumbfounded, he didnt think he could rile such a reaction of of cimmorro, he's not sure what even embarrassed him so much, he's done much the same for him hasn't he? his mind sits silent yet somehow suddenly racing with confusion. when the door clicks open again he stares at cimmorro's timid face, somehow the sight is even more surprising to him. he lifts a hand to awkwardly rub his chin "ah... a-apologies, i-i er, didn't think, or uh, mean to... upset you?" as he continues staring wide eyed a small part of him is laughing at the strange karma of the situation, happy he's not the one exploding from embarrassment for once, but he does his best to ignore it as he slots the thought away in his mind.

Cimmorro: he sees cimm kind of bristle like a cat puffing up with his hands and arms making meaningless yet distraught gestures in the air. "shut-- just, don't apologize you're making it even weirder! just--" he starts pulling him back into the room "get back inside before the others see you!!" Vinny: he holds back an amused smile as he sidles back through the door past him, making a conscious effort to clasp his hands and hold them to himself. once inside he glances back at cimmorro's face while standing next to him as if to check if the magic actually took, though he's pretty sure it did. he coughs into his hand politely as he observes him "you've done pretty similar things to me, y'know? i didn't expect... w-well feeling any better there?" Cimmorro: cimm frowns and stares holes behind vinny's head as he walks past him, the door half-slamming shut behind them with a kick.  he doesn't move much from his spot and only continues to give vinny sideways glares from where he stands. vinny's attempt to alleviate the earlier remark by focusing on his concern on his now-healed injury only makes him seethe more. "your true colors are finally showing, huh" Vinny: he finally lets out a laugh at the statement, that was the last thing he was expecting, it was almost absurd, all seriousness lost "y-you dont have to sound so angry!" he fights a wobbly smile held behind his fist "i was pretty concerned, i've used that spell on you before y'know. do you not like people doting over you?" he tilts his head still smiling as if genuinely curious Cimmorro: "you did! but that wasn't on my face!!!" he yells out defensively, pointedly ignoring the doting comment while vinny's laughter only making his embarrassment worse. at the end of his flittering fit, he harrumphs and stomps over to his own bed and sits down angry pingu style, not making any eye contact with vinny. "here i was excited to be the bearer of good news...!! perhaps i shan't share afterall!!" Vinny: still chuckling a little under his breath at the fit cimmorro's having, vinny walks over to where hes sat on his bed smiling down at him "but thats where you were hurt? you rather i reached in poked your gums?" he pats cimm good naturedly on the bicep as if he were burying the hatchet before turning back to walk to his own bed, sitting back down while speaking "and y-you can share! im just glad you're not here to tell me we need to go pull someone out from under a broken bar table" he lets out one last laugh before shuffling for his journal Cimmorro: his brooding quickly turns into shock at vinny's alternative idea. "t-that's where your mind went...? goddess, i didn't think you could be so dirty..." he looks at him with a hand over his mouth, acting scandalized. "i didn't know i was rooming with a pervert this whole time...!" he exclaims in jest and his arms move to hug himself protectively, leaning to the opposite direction where vinny is at. with his theatrics coming back once more, his earlier demeanor seems to have recovered. Vinny: he looks back at cimmorro, pointing at his own mouth "well, it looked like you'd got a tooth knocked out or something..!" he stares and snorts after rolling his eyes and smirking "well you can pick someone else if you're so scared of me now, who knows when next i'll strike... maybe kindly helping you with a splinter... the thought is chilling..." he shakes his head a little from side to side "these dreaded hands of mine..." he mumbles jokingly as he skims through the books pages Cimmorro: he hears cimm click his tongue, unimpressed. "you can't fool me anymore, you with your innocent facade... you've set me up! and-- oi," he reaches forward to tip the journal downward. "look at me when i'm talking to you! what are you so busy with anyway?" he asks with the tilt of his head, looking at the journal in his hands.

Vinny: he's about to retort to the set up comment a little confused before cimmorro tips the journal forward, he blinks and quickly closes it shut, removing cimm's hand "i-i was writing before you came in, nothing so important as to go snooping!" he glances back up at cimmorro's face "and you still haven't told me that good news..." he tilts his head as well mirroring cimmorro expectantly with an awkward smile Cimmorro: cimm's hand awkwardly hangs in the air as vinny reels back. "if that's the case, why are you hiding it then?" he asks straightforwardly, staring at him with an incredulous look. "you seemed perfectly fine with showing me your lesson plan before." Vinny: he blinks and hangs his head a little with a sigh at the shut down "because i-it's not lesson plans, just a personal journal. i use it to sort out my thoughts, honestly its more dreary than anything, not something i go around reading to people" he looks sidelong awkwardly, not enjoying being drilled about it Cimmorro: "ehhh, so like a diary? why didn't you just say so." he waves it off. he can respect that much privacy at least. "you write about how i've been ragging on you?" he asks jokingly then a little more seriously, "or last nights events perhaps?" Vinny: he makes a somewhat relieved face at him backing down and sets the book aside further away "yes well, i didn't expect you to be that curious..." he shakes his head at the joke smiling a little thinly "is that what were calling it now? but yes more the latter than the former really" Cimmorro: "what would you call it then?" tell me, will........... at the confirmation of his actual question he gives vinny a look of regard. "i had a feeling you weren't doing so hot after all that." Vinny: he leans forward settling his elbows on his knees and gesturing with one hand still smiling "friendly ribbing? or you trying to embarrass me, maybe?" he hums in thought more seriously after "yes... well it was a rough night on most of us, im sure" he glances aside idly thinking to himself Cimmorro: cimm sorta mirrors his posture, but with his hands cupping his own face instead while he nods, unclear which it is he is agreeing to. perhaps he agrees with both. he decides to focus on the topic of last night. "and you were sobbing. i was quite busy myself but i could tell when we headed back inside." Vinny: he looks over a little surprised before looking aside again, scratching his nose a little self consciously "w-well... it reminded me of some things. not that it wasn't enough of a sad affair on its own really..." he looks back at cimmorro now "when i woke up my eyes were still feeling a little raw actually" he smiles ruefully Cimmorro: "yes it is quite puffy, still. reminded me of someone i bumped into this morning but that's besides the case--i'm sure finn's visit grounded you." he laughs quietly, taking a brief pause to joke before continuing. "i simply thought it moved you. i didn't think there was a personal root to it."

Vinny: "hah, well like i said rough night for most so that's not too surprising... i think seeing finn transform shocked me enough that i passed out within minutes once he'd left, perhaps i should thank him for that..?" he settles his chin in his hand looking towards the window "ah... well im just sensitive to children i suppose, more than i'd realised" he drums his other hand idly on his other knee Cimmorro: "that wasn't the first time you've seen him do that, no? i could've sworn you've seen him during that tussle with the body jopper (genuine typo i decided to keep bc its funny) at figstup. but in any case, he seems to have latched onto you like a pup. i'm sure he'd relish your attention." he chuckles behind a hand. "as for children, well, isn't it a good thing to be? being sensitive to them, that is. a compassionate nature." Vinny: he tilts his head "ill be honest i had a hard time seeing anything in the dark and the flames and er, plants... evil scarecrows..." his face gets more strained as he goes on, before continuing "i really don't know what i did to make him think so highly of me, but i suppose its better than the alternative? lets hope..." he makes a face at cimmorro after as if conflicted about the last comment "its not that its a bad thing, really... is that meant to be a compliment?" Cimmorro: "right, there was a lot going on. and who can say? whenever i think i can anticipate his next move, it turns out completely wrong." he kind of laughs a bit at the last comment. "yes? i was simply saying you're kind. but if that's not really something you take as a compliment then i'm curious as to why" Vinny: "not something you really want to hear about someone who's in charge of you in a way..." he thinks seriously about that before shaking his head awkwardly "n-no, not that part, i do my best to treat people well, i appreciate it. really." he smiles again before leaning forwards, scratching his head as if a little frustrated "im just thinking about alot of things again i haven't thought about in years and they're not all that great, the store was good at keeping me distracted until now i suppose" he lets out a puff of air Cimmorro: cimm only sighs tiredly in response, choosing to just listen to anything else but the topic of finn and his shady uncle's demands right now. he lets vinny begin to vent out his frustrations and listens with a nod or two. "in a bustling city, no less. i'm sure that'd keep anyone busy," he comments. he leans back a bit as a show of giving space. "contrary to popular belief, i'm not the type to pry. i'm curious, not nosy. but, if you want someone to lend an ear, well... i do have all day," he openly offers, then a small shrug and adds, "might be more productive than disfiguring that diary. unless... you don't trust me?" his eyes turn to look at him all wet and soggy, but it is clear he's playing around. "after all we've been through...? we bathed together...!" Vinny: he nods, his head still leaned on his hand "it was the good part of being there, even in spite of the uh, cult business" he glances over at cimmorro again and laughs under his breath "i trust you well enough, and its nothing so grand... i'm just homesick, really. we ought to discuss cheerier things in the morning, i'll forget about it again in time" a fleeting emotion flickers across his face before its gone again, he sits up proper before continuing on "...bathed together and a tap on the cheek still had you as red as a tomato if i recall?" Cimmorro: he vaguely hums when vinny shows avoidance. half of him wants to give him a little push, while the other half reminding him of the recent drunk episode that he still feels a little bad about, so he decides to give him time. perhaps he'll speak to him one of these days about it, hopefully without another unpleasant event to spur it on. when vinny tries for another jab, cimm looks like he was about to get annoyed for a split second before his eyes glint in mischief. "you talk as if you wouldn't react the same," he smirks while one of his hands reaches out, making his fingers pitter-patter up the other's neck. itsy bitsy spider went up the waterspout.... Vinny: his amused smile warps into surprise as soon as cimm leans forward and starts tapping him, he very nearly jumps. in a show of restraint, his face only reddens the faintest amount as he glances the other way, pushing cimm's hand off while avoiding eye contact. he coughs to clear his throat "if it were in the name of h-healing and not embarrassing me im sure i could act mature about it" he glances back "you're really proving my earlier point, i imagine i cant be that amusing..." Cimmorro: "but you are," he says bluntly. his cocky smile doesn't really seem to wane, still. "i wouldn't be giving you, what did you call it? friendly ribbing if you didn't amuse me the slightest," the honesty is almost a little ominous. "and from the looks of it, well, you seem to me enjoying yourself the same way too, barking back more often now. " Vinny: he blinks a little wide eyed as his face flushes darker "now, w-what does that even mean?" he rubs his eyes beneath the glasses as he turns his head away, cimm's bluntness shaking him a little. he sighs through his nose as he stands up, messing with his hair a little anxiously "alright p-point proven, i wont doubt the source of your thrills again, may i go get myself some breakfast now and escape further harassment?" he asks it sarcastically, still looking away he stares at the door Cimmorro: cimm sticks his tongue out while leisurely waving a hand like a king shooing off his jester. "go on then, you know where to find me if you find yourself aching for my presence once more. shoo, shoo~" Vinny: vinny glances back towards cimm once he changes his tone, putting his hands on his hips he stares for a few seconds with an inscrutable expression like he's fighting back the urge to do something before he sighs and turns around, walking towards the door he mumbles under his breath "im not bringing you back more strawberries..." he makes a quick exit and turns the corner, soon enough he's out of sight. as he walks to the dining hall he rubs his cheeks to bid them to die down again, he really needs to stop reacting the way he does sometimes, get it together and remember what you're doing here in the first place... his thoughts trail off distracted from what they were on earlier in the morning Cimmorro: just before the door completely shuts, cimm's laughter and shout manages to ring through it enough for vinny to hear. "THERE AREN'T ANY LEFT ANYWAY!!" with all the room to himself (and jasper) he plops down on the soft cushion of his bed with a huff, glaring at the ceiling for a moment or two lost in thought. one of his hands idly pat on the side of his face that was once injured, face twisting and turning into a conflicted expression, consoling his own cheek, "you've went through many battles this morning..." when he hears jasper meow beside him, he stops and turns to look at her with a smile and goes "you're right. we should start packing up for later." the two busy themselves with their chores for the rest of the morning

[bridgyrose]

Let's have a messy love affair. Ruby works for Weiss. Despite their heavy sex sessions, Ruby isn't sure how Weiss actually feels about her. Insecure, she winds up in the arms of Blake, a White Fang member eager to steal Schnee Corp secrets.

(Hope this is messy enough for you)

Ruby combed her hair with her fingers and buttoned up her shirt, trying to look presentable again before leaving Weiss’s office. She frowned as she caught a lipstick stain on her collar, gently trying to rub it off. “You wouldnt happen to have anything for this, would you?” 

“You really think I dont have anything for a lipstick stain?” Weiss asked sarcastically as she pulled her skirt back up and turned her air freshener on. “Second drawer between the tic-tacs and gum.” 

Ruby nodded and picked up the stain remover from the drawer and carefully rolled it over the lipstick stain, relaxing a bit as it started to fade away. She quickly put her cloak back on and covered her collar carefully. “I need to start heading out before anyone starts to get suspicious about what I’m doing here.” 

Weiss smiled and pulled Ruby into a quick kiss. “If anyone tries to figure out what you do here with me, I’ll make sure to run their reputation into the dirt and no one will believe them. Payment will arrive into your account as usual, and I’ll have another mission for you in a few days.” 

“Another mission or another sex session?” Ruby asked as a joke. Her smile faded for a moment as she pulled out her scroll. “Just make sure no one finds out I’m on your payroll. If anyone finds out I’m working for the SDC-” 

“Dont worry your pretty little head about it. You’re not on file as an employee of the SDC and any payments that get traced to you use the same coding and paperwork as the other huntsmen that have been used in various other projects like the mine reclamations. You’re safe.” 

Ruby nodded. “I know.”

Weiss smiled and opened the office door for Ruby. “You said you had to leave?” 

Ruby stepped out of the office and sighed as she heard the door close, her heart starting to thump a bit as she thought of Weiss. The woman was cold and ruthless, someone she was always told to avoid, and yet, she couldnt find it in her to leave her alone, practically on a leash to the woman ever since she took her first job for her. The way the rewards had changed from just money to being used at her pleasure, pleasing her, being abused by her, marked by the woman with her nails and teeth. 

And yet, no matter how much she knew she enjoyed it, she still couldnt get a read on Weiss. No matter how pleasing or how frequent the sessions were, she still couldnt tell if it was out of love or lust. But she knew that she wanted Weiss. 

“You know she’s just using you like she does everyone else, right?” 

Ruby turned around to see a woman behind her, following her in the dimly-lit Atlas streets. “And who should I be worried about using me?” Her eyes caught twitching cat ears in the dim light, her smile fading a little bit. “And why do you care?” 

The cat faunus walked closer, her smile fading as she looked away for a brief moment. “Because I know Weiss well enough that any huntress leaving Schnee Dust Company headquarters this late at night is only there for two things, and leaving with your heart isnt one of them.” 

Ruby sighed and turned around to walk off. “What I’m doing here is my own business. Getting hurt is part of the job.” 

“But it doesnt have to be.” 

Ruby paused as she felt a hand on her shoulder, her heart pounded in her chest as she caught a look of the faunus out of the corner of her eye, a blush starting to spread across her cheeks. “What exactly are you offering?” 

“A meal at a bakery and some company before you go back to your hotel.” The faunus pulled her hand back and smiled at Ruby. “My name is Blake.” 

“Ruby.” Ruby took a breath to calm herself and to let her blush fade for a moment just as her stomach growled loudly. A blush of embarrassment crossed her cheeks as she realized how long it had been since she last ate. “Alright, I’ll take you up on your offer. A meal and some company.” 

Blake smiled a bit and started to walk with Ruby. “So what exactly are you doing with the SDC anyway? I thought they only hired local huntresses.” 

Ruby felt Blake’s hand gently brush up against hers as they walked, almost hooking a finger around hers. “They reached out to me while I was on a job here to clear out some grimm a few other huntsmen had issues with. Four years later, I’m still taking jobs for them because they pay well. Though, I cant say I agree with how they run things around here. The mines are still dangerous, and they only seem to send faunus into them, and even when the mines are cleared out enough, then there’s bandits and anyone looking to make a quick lien for anything they can take.” 

“So they hire you to be a bodyguard?” Blake asked. 

“Bodyguard mostly. Sometimes as an actual huntress to clear grimm or to scout out deeper into the mine before any of the workers run into any actual issues or because reports have noticed something off.” 

“So you’ve been what, living out of a hotel for the last four years here then?” 

“No, I’m allowed to go back to my apartment in Vale.” Ruby sighed and pulled out her scroll, flipping through her calendar app to see if she remembered to reschedule her flight back. “Though, I do have to admit that its felt like I’ve been living here.” 

“Then maybe you need a change of pace.” 

Ruby paused as she opened the door to the bakery Blake had led her too, looking at the faunus woman curiously. “A change of pace? What exactly are you proposing?” 

Blake walked in and held the door for Ruby, smiling a bit. “Nothing major, just something… exciting.” 

“Exciting?” Ruby asked as she watched Blake, her heart started to pound in her chest again as she caught the smile on her face. She never realized how her eyes seemed to gleam in the light before, nor did she catch the smokey purple eyeshadow that seemed to make her eyes pop more than normal, or the dark lipstick that drew eyes to them. “Any time someone wants to be this secretive, it usually means its illegal, or-” 

“Or I’m trying to figure you out first before offering you a job that you may decline.” Blake motioned to a table and smiled at her. “And I was taught that its rude to discuss jobs while eating.” 

Ruby sat down and let out a soft sigh. “Okay, you have a bit of a point. Then, what do you want to talk about?” 

“I want to talk about you,” Blake said with a smile. “I want to get to know Ruby Rose. Not the huntress, not whatever you are to Weiss, but you. The girl under the cloak.” 

Ruby blushed a bit and nearly froze as her heart stopped for a moment, her mind finally processed what Blake had said. Seconds turned into minutes as Ruby finally started to form her words, slowly speaking. “Get to know me… and then what?” 

Blake smirked and held her head in her hands. “And then we go to my place and discuss things further. If you’re up for it.”

[pr0dbeomgyu]

BUSTED!

CHAPTER 25

"hey, yn, what's up? missed me already?" beomgyu, as bright as the sunshine chirped, as soon as yn arrived at the cafe.

oh my, if only he likes me back when i had feelings for him. timing, is a really mean thing.

"gyu.." her voice faltered. it broke her heart, not being able to reciprocate his feelings, and what's worse is that she actually knows how heart shattering it was, when the one who's always comforting you, was the one breaking your heart. she literally went through the same thing not long ago.

"yn, are you okay?"

"gyu, im sorry.." she felt a lump in her throat, no amount of swallowing it would help her get rid of it.

"oh... OH no... you found out, didnt you? fuck.. im so sorry, yn, i really am," beomgyu's face visibly fell, as he reached for her fingers, a habit he did ever since they knew each other.

"beomgyu, no. what- what are you sorry for?"

"you found out i like you,didnt you? when you're in love with someone else. now you feel bad," yn noticed the boba eyes she adored so much, dulled a little, and she felt bad for being the reason behind it.

"how did you know?"

"you know, yn. as your best friend, i was bound to know you too well. It definitely is a blessing, i knew right away when you liked something, your favourite movie, your favourite cake, your favourite book, but that means i'd be the first to know when you're falling in love with someone else too, unfortunately sometimes, even before you. and that's exactly why i didnt come clean with my feelings for you, cause i knew you're already developing feelings for yeonjun," he explained calmly, but there's only so much time he can hold back his tears, even a dam would break if it's holding too much water and he's hoping that yn wouldn't be there when the dam does broke.

"i dont even know what to say, gyu. I cant comfort you cause i know, i'd only make you feel worse. I cant even say im sorry, and i cant just act like i didnt know about your feelings, cause that means you'd have to hide your pain everytime you're with me, and i dont want that, i've done that and it hurt me so bad," yn was already crying and she couldnt bring herself to care.

"our timing is really... fucked up," beomgyu said, his hand running through his hair in frustration.

"but i know everything's gonna be fine, yn. im sure i'd find someone someday," he tried to make it sound convincing, even if he doesnt believe it, not one bit.

NEXT | MASTERLIST

A/N :

damn i almost teared up

SYNOPSIS :

bumping into her shitty ex out of nowhere while hanging out with her friends, y/n was determined to show that she was way better off without him. desperate enough, she paid choi yeonjun, a cheapskate stranger she met 5 seconds ago, to act as her rich, classy boyfriend. y/n thought it was fine to change some things about her life to yeonjun (read: everything), cause heck, they don’t even know each other! but why is it that after the incident, yeonjun kept on appearing in her life, finding out the truth about her one by one, in the worst possible way?

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(girls like girls) like boys do, nothing new

can you do a jealous carol x reader ? like reader has had long time crush on carol and admits her feelings only to get turned down bc carol has internalized homophobia and doesn’t know how to react. carol gets jealous when reader is moving on with another mcu character of your choice.

carol danvers x reader

warnings: internalized homophobia, failed the reverse bechdel test (women only talk about one (1) woman, a gay), no gays fighting over Y/N

word count: 2565 for the gays; set in avengers: endgame; everyone lives au

read part 1 here

Now, after a couple of years, you got promoted

Working under Nick Fury and caring for the Flerken really got you qualified to work in the field

And you did, with the best of the best: Natasha, the Black Widow, and Clint, Hawkeye

You were there when Loki destroyed New York, when Ultron threatened to destroy the world

Over time, your powers manifested, they have been dormant for the longest time

Speaking of dormant, you hadnt heard from Carol since the night she left

You talked to Nick, asked him if she’s ever stopped by, but she hasnt

“She’s busy saving the world, Y/N” he’d tell you, but that didnt make you feel better

You felt so hurt, by her reaction, her rejection, but you began to look forward

But you think about her everyday, wondering what could have been

Carol had given Nick a pager, “for emergencies only”, she reminded him, but she also gave you one

Carol told you that it’s just to make sure Fury doesnt send out some false alarms, but who was she kidding? Maybe she did want you to hit her up

But after all those years, you hadn’t

She looks at her pager every single day, wondering if the world would miss her if she decides to come see you, to clear things out

And you have thought about ringing her up too, in times when the world is in trouble, and in times when the feeling you have on your chest is sharp that you couldnt breathe

In times when you miss her so much you cry uncontrollably, hand over your mouth to make sure no one hears

To make sure no one hears how much you miss the woman you love

You were with Nick and Maria when it happened

It was chaos in the city, and you, Nick and Maria got out of the car to investigate

The drivers seats of cars are empty, helicopters crashing into buildings

Almost reflexively, your hand flew to your pocket, where the pager lay there, almost waiting for you to press it

“Y/N?” Maria sounded distressed, and when you turned to her, her body was disintegrating, like sand blown away by the wind

Nick was distressed and eyed you, “You have to call her. Call control.”

You didn’t hesitate, pressing the button as you watched Nick do the same to his pager, watching your mentor and friend disappear right in front of your eyes

When your right hand started to disappear, you moved the pager to your left hand, tears threatening to spill

You were going to die, alone, unloved, and not having told Carol how much you miss her

Her name was the last thing on your lips before you disappeared

When carol came back to earth, she didnt know anyone

But everyone was grateful to her, for returning tony

The burning question in her head, the one thing she almost didn’t want to admit

Where is the woman she loves?

Back then, way back when carol was still a child, she was told that there were a lot of things she couldnt do

She couldn’t be strong, couldn’t play baseball--because she was a woman

She couldn’t join the air force, couldn’t be a pilot--because she was a woman

All of these things she couldn’t do, but there has always been one thing she was not allowed to do, not allowed to be

Because she was a woman, she is not allowed to like other women

Maybe if she tried hard enough, she could break the glass ceiling and become an air force captain, but there was one thing that she just was not allowed to do

And that was to acknowledge weird, different feelings for women

That has always been the case, it was drilled into her being, ever since she was a child

Girls can’t like other girls

And you confessing your feelings to her years ago forced her to acknowledge that her feelings for you were not at all platonic, that she didn’t stay with you for 3 days just because you were a good friend to her

Carol had to face the facts that being with you reminded her that she was human, and deep down, like the child that she was a long time ago, she had feelings that she didn’t believe were right

And she understood that her running away was not the right thing to have done, that she, who almost prided herself for being able to face her problems head on, was not ready to face this one problem that she had been forced to hide deep down, for years and years

Carol Danvers had always liked girls, and she liked you

Carrying that aircraft containing tony stark and nebula did not bother her one bit, what bothered her was that she was coming to earth after all these years

Somehow she believes that she is being forced to finally deal with abandoning you after all these years

But in spite of this, carol is feeling excited about this, because finally, after all these years...she had made peace with it

Girls like girls like boys do, nothing new

And all it took for her to realize that was the beeping of the pager

When everything had settled down, carol had been graciously offered a change of clothes by Pepper, who was hysterically thanking her for bringing tony back

The atmosphere was morbid, everyone in silent despair, and she was quietly begging for someone to fill up the spaces of what has happened on earth since she was last there

Finally, surrounded by a group of people calling themselves the “Avengers” (carol raised an eyebrow at this, asking if nick fury was the one who assembled the group, “Yeah, how’d you know?” Rhodes asked, and she shrugged and said “Lucky guess”), she was finally brought to speed

“It’s been 23 days since Thanos came to earth”

Holograms of people Carol believed were part of this team are projected around her

“We’re trying to take a census, and it looks like he did exactly what he said he was gonna do”

Nick Fury’s face appeared on the screen, much to Carol’s shock

Tears were brimming in her eyes, thinking about the distress call from Nick

Because if Nick sent the distress call and is now, as Natasha said, wiped out...does that mean…?

“Thanos wiped out...50% of all the living creatures”

Y/N’s face appeared in front of Carol not long after

With that, Carol exhaled as tears finally fell down her cheeks...she had her suspicions, but hoped--no, begged--for it to be false

Y/N was gone

And carol was too late

Tony stark had been upset...and collapsed, Carol, who was still in shock, was staring at the hologram of Y/N in front of her

“Carol, right?”

Carol turned, regarding Natasha with a nod

They hadn’t had the chance to properly introduce themselves, but Carol didn’t think there was any time

“Carol Danvers,” Steve added with a chuckle, “I think we all know you by name before we even met you”

“Fury really singing me praises, huh?” Carol was almost amused

Natasha smiled sadly, “Not Fury,” and she and Steve turned their heads toward the hologram of Y/N

“Whenever she had the chance, she would talk about “her”, Y/N’s greatest love,” Natasha whispered, remembering how she and Clint always pretended to be annoyed whenever Y/N would go on and on about this really powerful superhero who shined like the sun, and lit a flame in her heart

And as much as Carol wanted to bask in the appreciation, she felt nothing but shame, knowing she abandoned Y/N, and wasn’t able to save her

Glancing back at the hologram, she eyed her once more

Years had been good to Y/N, still beautiful as ever, leaving her breathless, but she wasn’t there anymore

And Carol knew what she had to do

If she couldn’t save Y/N, Carol could avenge her

Rhodes approached her, Natasha, and Steve, “He’s probably gonna be out for the rest of the day”, referring to tony

With a resolute look on her face, she said, “You guys take care of him, and I’ll bring him a Xorrian elixir when I come back”

Confused, Natasha, Steve and Rhodes glanced at each other before Steve asked, “Where are you going?”

“To kill Thanos,” Carol said matter-of-factly

Natasha could almost feel the anger Carol was radiating with, so she hurried to catch up to her, “You know, we usually work as a team here…”

When Natasha finally had the chance, she pulled carol over to the side to talk to her privately

“I know that you usually work on your own, that there are worlds out there who need you, but earth needs you too”

She was convincing Carol to stay, to try and create a better world for the people who survived, but it was getting quite hard for Carol to remain on earth

“I don’t…” Carol shook her head, “I don’t have much left on earth.”

“If you can’t stay, atleast come from time to time,” Natasha begged, “This was your home, wasn’t it? This was Y/N’s too.”

And Natasha was right, Carol thought, and in more ways than one, it was her home. But now it’s empty, and Carol is in mourning and she had never felt so alone

All those years, she thought she could live with what she did knowing that Y/N she was still on Earth, possibly with someone who is not ashamed of who she is, who is not ashamed to accept their own feelings

And Carol was okay with that thought, but now…

She couldn’t stand being on Earth knowing Y/N wasn’t there

It was like coming home to a cold and empty house

But she looked at Natasha, finally with the courage to ask her what she had been thinking all this time, “Were you and Y/N together?”

“No,” Natasha answered, almost teasingly

Carol felt relief, but above all, she felt obligated

To do right by Y/N

So she agreed to visit and report from time to time, “For Y/N. Because I need to do right by Y/N.”

When Carol returned to earth after 5 years, Thanos was there, and so was everybody who had disappeared 5 years ago

In spite of all the chaos, she couldn’t help the voice in her head, asking, “Is Y/N here? Is she safe?”

But you were nowhere to be found, and she had promised to scour the world for you later

Thanos was defeated, but it was in exchange for the lives of Tony and Natasha

With a heavy heart, everyone attended their funerals, all grieving the loss of two of their comrades, friends

At the funeral, Carol stood at the distance, watching behind everybody else

Behind her, Nick was there, and they exchanged solemn nods and opted to wait until the end of the funeral to reconnect

“You came,” was the first thing Fury said, after all those years that they haven’t seen each other

With a small chuckle, she nodded, “Don’t flatter yourself, I didn’t come because you called.”

“I know,” Fury retorted, amused, “You came because she called, right?”

Carol’s mouth opened, lips about to ask a question she had been dying to ask ever since she came back, but no words came out

When everything was chaos and adrenaline and fighting, Carol was not scared

But now that the dust has settled, she was terrified...because now there was no more excuse to avoid what her heart has been begging her to do

Before she could push the question out of her mouth, Fury handed her a piece of paper. “She’s off-duty. Gave her a whole damn month to recuperate from being wiped off the face of the planet.”

And when Carol unfolded the piece of paper, it was just an address

Nodding gratefully to Fury, Carol turned to leave, about to face her biggest obstacle yet

From what she could tell, it was a safehouse

Apparently, Y/N was someone high up the organization that they had warranted her one

Just a little cottage out on the countryside, a palace she had always wanted

Carol laughed whenever she remember you saying, “Maybe one day I could afford a little house in the middle of Kansas, meet Clark Kent and Lois Lane...I don’t know”

And here you were, at a small little house in the countryside

Carol watched you, almost ashamed to just be staring at you while you make yourself some breakfast

As she approached the porch, she wondered how she could take on the mad titan Thanos, but is now shaking as she brought her knuckles to knock on your door, extremities suddenly feeling cold, and knees wobbling to support her weight

She could barely hear your footsteps because of the blood rushing to her head, to her face, heart beating wildly

And when you opened the door, she noted how your eyes widened the tiniest bit, mouth opened in surprise when you realized who was on the other side

“Hi, Y/N,” was the first thing she croaked out

“You…” you smiled at her, “you changed your hair”

With a laugh, she nodded, running a hand through her short hair, before she let her hand down

Slowly counting to three

And engulfed you in a hug

Absolutely-swept-you-off-your-feet hug, your feet leaving the ground as her arms wound tightly across your waist, almost crushing you

And when you heard her inhale into the nape of your neck, it was like a reflex that you threw your arms around her neck, squeezing her just as tight

And Carol wanted to apologize, and confess, and plead for you to give her another chance

She wanted to tell you that she’s sorry for leaving, i was so confused and i was scared to come back and have you look me in the eye and tell me you don’t forgive me for what i did, but i have made peace with who i am and know what i want and what i want is you and your happiness and you and you

And she may have tried to make a letter to help her organize her thoughts

You held her shoulders back, looking at her, really looking at her, after all these years, and you use your thumbs to wipe away the tears running down her face as she shyly laughed at you and held your hands to her cheeks and kept it there for a second, relishing in your heat because you were finally here, after all this time, after 5 long years you are alive

And she brought your hands down and cupped your face and leaned in

And touched her lips to yours, gently, lovingly, finally

You can taste the saltiness of her tears, but also her apologies, and love, and devotion and you kissed her back, smiling

And as you pulled away, you wiped her tears again, before holding her hands, guiding Carol inside, “Let’s eat breakfast.”

And Carol Danvers, for once, was selfish, and did not think of the world needing her help, because she knows that the world would be fine if Carol stayed home for a while

And home is wherever you are

a/n: thank you so much for your support! i rly hope you like this ;__;

[iliveiloveiwrite]

Spare Me A Moment? // Benedict Bridgerton

Request: I’d love to request a Benedict fic, if that’s okay ☺️ Maybe one where the reader doesnt belong to the ton and works for the Bridgertons and he falls for her but she can’t quite believe it (because why would he fall for someone of her status?) but eventually admits that she has feelings for him too? I hope this is something you’d like to write 🙈 Thank you so much 💛 - @dreaming-about-fanfictions

A/N: My first Bridgerton request and it’s from my dear, Astrid! Thank you, my lovely. I only hope I have done it justice. There are moments in this that are inspired by Downton Abbey (a different time period, I know, but I adapt) and the way the fic is written is meant to jump about POVs before finally bringing the reader or Benedict as the sole focus of the scene.

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x Fem!Reader

Warnings: use of she/her pronouns, female reader, class differences, societal differences, pining, mutual pining, kissing, honest conversations, bridgertons being bridgertons, healthy family relationships.

Word Count: 5.4k

Of the families that resided in Grosvenor Square, there was not one so loved by their staff than that of the Bridgertons. They treated their staff fairly with decent wages and housing well as treating them with respect. The staff that work for the Bridgertons are so admired by the family that those in their employment tend not to leave for years on end; perfectly happy to remain devoted to one family.

To be a housemaid in a home such as Bridgerton House was an honour; as was repeated by the butler, Jenkins and the Head Housemaid, Mrs. Thorpe when (Y/N) began working in the house many years ago.

There was no other way to put it, (Y/N) adored working in Bridgerton House. She never minded the early starts, or the late finishes when the season was in full swing. She could never find herself bothered by having to pick up after the youngest children; their shoes and books lying about hallways and staircases, ready to cause an injury. (Y/N) was utterly devoted to the family; she could never imagine working anywhere else.

And if she had admired the second born Bridgerton with an interest that spoke to more of an employer/servant relationship, then that was (Y/N)’s cross to bear.

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For months he had watched her from the centre of attention. He had observed how she held herself; tall and proud of the work she completed daily.

It had been a passing glance that had started it all. A polite smile and nod from her as Benedict passed in her the hallway, and suddenly he was hit with one, if not all, of Cupid’s arrows. After that, Benedict started to notice (Y/N) everywhere – started to notice the extra attention she paid Hyacinth when she was missing Gregory; he noticed how she would go out of her way to ensure his mother’s comfort in her drawing room, fluffing up cushions and pillows, and offering a blanket should there be a chill.

Benedict began to notice all of this and for a moment, he wondered whether he was beginning to lose his mind. He knew of the barriers between them, but that didn’t stop him from experience the raw emotion of wanting her. Benedict didn’t like to think how many hours of the day he devoted to thinking of her; dreaming of her.

All he wanted was to talk to her. To have a few minutes with her to plead his case; to help her understand that there is the very real possibility of a relationship between then should she feel the same way. How often he had dreamed of her feeling the same way…

A lovesick fool. Benedict Bridgerton was a lovesick fool but should (Y/N) spare him a moment, he would be her lovesick fool.

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From the very moment she woke, (Y/N) had been on her feet, rushing from room to room, tidying up after everyone. The whole Bridgerton family would be descending on the main house for the final meal of the day; they were welcoming Anthony and his new wife, Kate, home from their honeymoon.

That meant everything had to be perfect. That meant there was very little time to wander through the house; Jenkins was already close to tears; he could not be pushed any further.

The chiming of the grandfather clock in the hallway has (Y/N) hastening her steps, trying not to look too rushed as she thinks of the dinner service still needing to be taken upstairs and the wine to decant and the port to breathe. Whilst Anthony had a collection of whiskies and brandies in his study, the port was kept to the realm of the butler – Jenkins knew exactly what to buy and when to serve it. Tonight was one such occasion, and it still needed to breathe.

“(Y/N)!” Benedict calls, hurrying after her as she makes her way back to her quarters to dress for the dinner service. Jenkins, the Butler, would not be best pleased if she were to show up late.

“Mr. Bridgerton, how can I help you?” (Y/N) asks, curtseying to the second-born Bridgerton before eyeing the grandfather clock and noting the time.

“Spare me a moment of your time, please?”

“You should be getting ready for dinner. I know that Benjamin has laid out your clothes.”

“I want to talk to you… only for a moment, I know you have jobs to attend to.”

Smoothing down her apron, (Y/N) smiles softly at the brunette. “What would you like to talk about?”

“I thought it was obvious but perhaps not,” Benedict murmurs to himself, practically ignoring her question.

“I beg your pardon, Mr. Bridgerton but I must be getting on.”

“No!” He all but shouts, reaching for your hand, “Spare me another moment of your time… please.”

She wavers as if caught between the berating she will no doubt receive from the Butler for being late to the dinner service or letting down her employer whom she stands in front of. After a moment’s silence, her decision is made. “How can I help you, Mr. Bridgerton?” She repeats.

“Call me Benedict, please.”

She shakes her head, “I’m afraid I cannot do that, Mr. Bridgerton. It would be improper.”

Benedict hesitates; his hand still outstretched towards her as if desperate to feel her underneath his palms. “I’ve gone about this all wrong,” He says, eyes sad.

“Pardon?”

“I’ve fallen in love with you,” Benedict confesses, speaking plainly as if he hasn’t changed her world in six words.

“What?” She gasps; propriety falling away from her for a moment as the words he uttered settle into her skin.

“I’ve fallen in love with you,” Benedict repeats, voice firmer as he becomes surer of himself.

“How?” She asks, her face and voice puzzled, “I’m a housemaid, Mr. Bridgerton.”

His eyebrows furrow as if such a thing shouldn’t matter in their world. Yet it does – status is everything; titles are everything. A man who hails from a family such as the Bridgertons could not marry, let alone fall in love with one of the serving class. It simply didn’t happen. There was the occasional affair, but (Y/N) knew herself well enough not to be reserved as a mistress – it was not her destiny. She was to marry for love.

“I don’t know how it happened, but I find myself thinking of you every waking minute of the day. I find it hard not to stare at you when I see you completing your duties. At night, I long for it to be you lying next to me instead of the emptiness of the bed. I don’t know how it happened, (Y/N). All I know is that I am in love with you. This is no farce or folly.”

The words fall over her as rain would fall over grass. They soak into her skin, mould to her bones and become part of her in the span of mere seconds. Mere seconds, and her world has changed. As much as she longed to hear those words from his lips, this could not happen. Moving away from him, her chest aching with every step, she whispers her excuse to escape, “I’m sorry, Mr. Bridgerton, I need to get back downstairs.”

Watching her walk away from him, Benedict feels something heavy settle in his chest, pressing his lungs down and making it difficult to breathe. The barriers between them were so entrenched into society, Benedict begins to worry that he has lost her before he every truly got to know her.

Shaking his head, determination sets his nerves to steel. He would try again, he promises himself. He would not pester, but he would do what he could to ensure a brighter future for the both of them.

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“We’re down a footman,” Jenkins panics, “I’ve had to send William to bed with a head cold. We’re down one footman in the dining room.”

“What do you propose we do?” Mrs. Thorpe asks of the grey-haired man. Hands on her hips and her lips, thin, Mrs. Thorpe was not a woman to be trifled with. She had not run Bridgerton House for close to thirty years for Jenkins’ panic to ruin a single evening. So far in their shared career with the Bridgerton family, his nerves had almost ruined an engagement party, a christening, an end of season masquerade ball and now, a traditional family dinner.

The colour fades from Jenkins’ face as he mutters, “I’m going to have to have a housemaid in the dining room.”

Mrs. Thorpe rolls her eyes at the antics of the overly dramatic butler. “It won’t be the end of the world to have a housemaid in the dining room. Take (Y/N) – she’s liked well enough by the family and knows how to serve.”

Jenkins sighs wearily as if the weight of the world rests upon his shoulders. “I suppose I have no choice. Will you let (Y/N) know?”

(Y/N) is walking down the stairs to the lower levels of the house when she hears Mrs. Thorpe call her name. Turning, as she lands on the bottom step, she has a fond smile on her face for the Head Housekeeper. “Mrs. Thorpe,” (Y/N) greets.

“We’re down a footman this evening, dear,” Mrs. Thorpe says in greeting, never one to beat around the bush, “Would you be able to cover the dining room with Jenkins and Benjamin?”

“The dining room?” (Y/N) questions as the rug is pulled from underneath her feet for the second time that afternoon. It would mean having to see Benedict once more, but what choice was there.

“Yes,” Mrs. Thorpe confirms, “There aren’t enough bodies to cover the whole family. Everyone is dining tonight.”

“Of course,” (Y/N) smiles, “Of course, I’ll help. I’ll also take William a tray when I get a moment’s reprieve.”

Mrs. Thorpe smiles; the corners of her eyes crinkling from the force of it. “You are a gem. Thank you, dear.”

(Y/N) nods, smiling at the Head Housekeeper though she knows it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. Having to see Benedict so soon after his confession had sent her mind into overdrive; her stomach tying itself into knots – she could only hope that the gentleman wouldn’t say anything, wouldn’t humiliate her in front of his whole family.

Mrs. Thorpe touches (Y/N)’s shoulder, asking her softly, “Is everything okay, dear?”

(Y/N) nods, trying her best not to let her emotions show on her face. She had been blindsided by Benedict and his confession; didn’t ever expect such words to leave his mouth… well, expected them but never thought they would be directed at her.

“I’m fine, Mrs. Thorpe,” She smiles and whilst the Head Housekeep returns the smile, she does not believe the one on (Y/N)’s face for a moment.

“Are you sure you’re okay to help out in the dining room? Jenkins can always find someone else.”

(Y/N) shakes her head, knowing the butler better than she knows herself. “He would cause such a panic. No, it’s better I do it myself.”

“If you’re sure.”

“I am,” She pats Mrs. Thorpe’s hand. “I am sure.”

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It takes everything she has to stop her hands from shaking as she enters the dining room with her tray of food. Following Jenkins’ lead, (Y/N) holds her head high as she serves the Bridgertons, beginning with Anthony and then making her way from his right.

Benedict all but freezes in his spot when (Y/N) finally comes to serve from his left shoulder. He turns in his chair to find her staring down at him; a serving plate in her hand, the tongs pointed in his direction. Their fingers brush as Benedict reaches for the utensil sending a zap of static electricity up (Y/N)’s arm. She sucks in a breathe, desperate to keep the connection between them yet she is the one who straightens, who schools her face into a mask of polite interest.

“Thank you,” Benedict whispers, still unable to take his eyes off her.

“You’re welcome,” She replies, swiftly moving onto Gregory who sits patiently by Benedict’s side.

Jenkins who had noticed the exchange between Benedict and (Y/N) clears his throat, gaining the attention of the family waiting to start their meal. “I am terribly sorry for the informality. William took ill at the last moment and (Y/N) graciously offered to fill his shoes.”

Anthony Bridgerton smiles at (Y/N). “Thank you, (Y/N), for stepping in so quickly,” He states before turning his attention to Jenkins, “Has a tray been organised for William? Do you need us to contact the doctor?”

Jenkins watches the young Viscount with warm eyes; having known the Viscount since he was a babe in arms, it has been his pride and joy to watch him grow to the man he is today. “(Y/N) has offered to take a tray to William as soon as she is finished here. As for the doctor, my Lord, it seems only to be a head cold.”

“Let us know if anything changes, please.”

“Of course, my Lord.”

As food is served and wine is poured, happy and warm conversation flows through the Bridgerton family. Laughter is the most often heard sound in the Bridgerton home; it punctuates the air whether the chuckle and giggle comes from a member of the family or a member of staff.

Tonight is no different, it seems, as Hyacinth snorts midway through her laughter at Gregory’s latest antics. Visiting home for the weekend from Eton, Gregory was on hand to entertain his brothers and scandalise his dear mother with stories of his school life.

“I do hope you are paying attention in your lessons,” Violet admonishes her youngest son though there is nothing but maternal love in her voice.

Gregory smiles widely, holding a hand over his heart as he promises, “I do nothing less.”

His words receive an amused snort from all three brothers and a roll of eyes from his mother. (Y/N) turns her face away from the loving scene to keep the smile on her face from growing. This; this is what she years for – family, love, laughter and warmth. No matter how Benedict phrases his feelings, and no matter how she may feel for the Bridgerton, a relationship that harbours the four things (Y/N) holds dear would be impossible due to her station. A sad fact, but a universally accepted truth.

The topic of conversation once again shifts; this time focusing on the latest branch in literature. A novel had been published that had managed to scandalise not only the religious community, but also the scientific one. Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein was, to (Y/N), two things. Not only was it a book that promised the reader to be horrified, but it was written by a woman. Shelley was not the first female author, and she would not be the last but this latest venture into a new genre of literature inspired pride within (Y/N). With the growing availability of books through libraries, (Y/N) felt it was only time before something big happened in the fight for rights for women.

Though she kept those thoughts readily to herself.

“What do you think, (Y/N)?” Benedict asks, blue eyes sparkling over the rim his wine glass as every member of his family turns to look at her.

Eyes wide with shock, she glances over to Jenkins. He nods but he doesn’t look pleased at her having been called on by the employer. Taking a step forward, she curtsies slightly before answering, “I couldn’t possibly say, Mr. Bridgerton, sir. I haven’t read the book.”

“Come now, (Y/N),” Benedict continues, his smile growing wider, “You must have an opinion.”

“Benedict,” Violet chastises, “Leave the poor girl alone. She’s only serving tonight as William has fallen ill. There is no need to badger her.”

Violet smiles at (Y/N) apologetically as she takes a step back to the wall, her hands held neatly in front of her. Conversation soon turns to another subject, another topic which gives (Y/N) the space to breathe; to slow her racing heart.

Benedict’s eyes continue to steal glances of her figure for the rest of the meal. It feels close to a brand; the heat of his gaze burns through whatever shield she has up to the point where she is certain Benedict has laid her bare for all to see. It’s all she can think of; his keen gaze and his words to her before the meal.

Trying her best not to fidget, (Y/N) keeps her eyes focused on the portrait of a Bridgerton ancestor hung on the wall across from her. She only rouses herself from her nerves to serve the courses of the meal. (Y/N) cannot help but thank any god or deity out there when the dessert course is brought up and the meal is soon brought to a close.

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It is easy to avoid someone when you ask for extra duties, (Y/N) thinks to herself as she carries a pile of dresses to be mended. The muslin is smooth against her skin as she lays the dresses out on the mending table before turning to find the sewing kit. Thankfully, for the dresses, there was not much to be done but mend a few holes that had torn near the hem. The danger of heels and quick walking women, (Y/N) humours.

It had been a week since the conversation with Benedict; his words constantly playing on her mind until she wakes in the middle of the night with them on her lips, as if she were reciting the conversation in her sleep.

Benedict had tried to gain her attention; he had made clear attempts at wanting to talk to her. However, she simply curtsied and went on her way. She didn’t know what to say to him; she couldn’t understand how he – the son of a Viscount, no less – had fallen in love with her.

It felt preposterous; it felt too good to be true. Yet as the oil lamps are dampened for the night and the other servants in the house have fallen asleep, (Y/N) lets herself dream of what it could be like to be loved by Benedict Bridgerton. She wonders about the curve of his mouth; what it feel like, whether he would smile into their kiss. She thinks of his hands; his long, artistic fingers and she briefly ponders whether he had ever drawn her, whether in his many sketchbooks there lies a portrait of her.

When she’s feeling a particular glutton for punishment, (Y/N) lets herself dream of a life with Benedict where class status didn’t matter. She thinks of what it would be like to wake up to him every morning; to feel the heaviness of his arm wrapped around her waist as he rises to consciousness with the sun. She yearns to know what it would feel like to be able to reach over and take his hand in hers, tangling their fingers together as if they had always meant to be intertwined.

The longing for him is what breaks her. It’s what causes the tears to roll down her face as she lets herself accept the fact that she is sure she has known for a long time. She lets herself accept that she had met the cliché of so many housemaids before her by falling in love with Benedict Bridgerton a long time ago, before he had even come to know her existence.

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The drawing room on the upper level of the house was where Violet Bridgerton spent most of her day. On occasion, her sons’ joined the family, but for the most part, it was her daughters that kept her company. Violet remains occupied by her stitching patterns; a garden of tulips for the birth of Anthony’s darling new baby, however, she keeps a weather eye on Eloise and Hyacinth – her only daughters to remain at home and unmarried.

“Eloise,” Violet murmurs, “Would you be a dear and ring for some tea. My throat is parched.”

Eloise pauses in her writing; so occupied these days, Violet thinks as her second eldest daughter rises to ring for the kitchen. “What are you working on?” Violet asks, curiosity getting the better of her.

Eloise frowns, collecting the papers out of fear anyone should read them. “I’m writing to Penelope if you must know.”

“Writing? She lives just across the way, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind you calling on her.”

“I’m sure she wouldn’t,” Eloise allows, “But there is nothing wrong with practicing my handwriting, is there mother?”

Violet smiles; a pained one that shows her exhaustion with her beloved daughter. “No, my dear. There is no harm in that.”

Eloise nods, smiling softly at her mother before returning to her letter. Violet watches her for a moment; the way her eyes read and reread the sentences written on the page – this was not a letter to Penelope; it was to a suitor. Violet knew full well, however, that Eloise would come to her when ready – she was not someone to be pushed into giving information.

Returning to her stitching, Violet finds that her attention is once more interrupted by the opening of the door. She sighs, placing the stitching down, curious as to whether she would get the piece done before the arrival of the sweet babe.

Turning to face the door, she is surprised to find her second-born, Benedict entering the room. His eyes, sad and his expression, solemn as he runs a hand again and again through his hair.

“Mother,” Benedict greets, leaning down to press a kiss to her ageing cheek. “May I speak with you about a private matter?”

Violet’s eyebrows furrow but she says nothing as she dismisses her daughters; each one complaining as they leave the room, closing the door behind them. At the click of the lock, Violet smiles warmly at her son – he was so different from Anthony and Colin, not the least interested in their games such as Pall Mall but would rather sit to the side with his sketchbook in hand. He had a boisterous streak; could play with the rest of them, but he had his moments where he fall into a tranquil state and produce artwork that could rival the greats.

Nerves tangling his stomach to pieces, Benedict begins to pace the room. His hands are hooked behind his back as he begins to pace backwards and forwards, trying to form sentences from the jumble of words in his mind. He knew, deep down, that whatever he should want to do with his life, his beloved mother would support him, but even Violet Bridgerton could not ignore the class lines so entrenched within society.

“Benedict, my dear, you’re beginning to make me dizzy. Stop pacing and tell me what’s wrong.”

Benedict pauses his pacing but does not sit down. Instead, he stands as still as a stone, hands gesturing wildly as he tries to form thoughts into sentences. Mouth opening and closing, he struggles of how to bring up the issue of love and marriage.

“You would never stand in the way of who we love, would you?” He finally asks, running a hand through his deep brown hair.

Violet frowns, “I would not considering they were within reason. Why? Have you fallen in love, Benedict?”

“I think… No. I know I have, but there’s a problem.”

“Are they a drunk?”

“No.”

“Do they gamble?”

“No.”

“Then whatever is the matter?”

“She’s a servant. A housemaid to be precise… in this house.”

Violet would be the first to admit that she is surprised by her son’s admission. Sighing, she pats the cushion next to her, urging her son to sit down. “Who?” she asks as Benedict falls into the seat beside her.

“(Y/N),” He admits, fiddling with the hem of his jacket.

She runs a hand through his hair, “Does she love you too?”

“I don’t know,” Benedict admits, “She ran off after I confessed.”

“Then I need to speak to her to find out once and for all,” Violet declares, smoothing out her skirts.

“Mother…” Benedict groans. Violet shakes her head, “Let me talk to her. I can reassure her in ways you cannot. I can tell her that I approve.”

“You approve?” He asks, shocked at the words leaving hid mother’s mouth. “I thought you would disapprove…”

“Because of her class? My dear boy, you have found your love match, that is all I wish for my children. Should (Y/N) feel the same then of course I approve. I would rather you be happy than miserable, my son.”

“Thank you, mother,” Benedict replies, kissing her cheek once again, “You’re truly the best there are.”

Violet blushes at her sons words, dismissing him with a wave of her fan. “Off with you, and ring for Jenkins before you go.”

Benedict bows before pulling the cord by the door. Leaving the room, Benedict cannot help the smile that crosses his face. He truly holds some hope that (Y/N) might feel the same as he does and if his mother should approve, then there should be no issue to their courting and their union.

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(Y/N) wrings her hands together on entire walk to Lady Violet’s drawing room. Having been summoned by the Lady herself, this could be either of two things. One: she was about to find herself suddenly unemployed for reasons she did not yet know. Or two: Lady Violet knows about the conversation with Benedict.

Neither reason made (Y/N) feel particularly confident as she is shown into the drawing room. Her heart remains in her throat even as Lady Violet smiles at her warmly; gesturing for her to sit down across from her and take some tea.

Adding one lump of sugar to her tea, Lady Violet bluntly asks, “Do you love my son, (Y/N)?”

(Y/N) promptly drops her spoon into her tea causing it to splash on the table cover. “Oh!” She gasps, reaching for a napkin to clean up the mess as best she can, “I am so terribly sorry, Lady Bridgerton.”

Violet chuckles, “It’s no problem, (Y/N). Tea tends to wash out as I am sure you are well aware. I do not want to think of how many table cloths and dresses I have stained in my time… but I love the drink so many more stains are due to come.”

“My mother says that the world can be put to rights over a good cup of tea.”

“Your mother sounds very wise.”

“She is,” (Y/N) nods, smiling wistfully as she thinks of her mother with the fondness of a child. “I write to her nearly every day. She likes to hear about the city and what is happening. She feels as if the Bridgertons are her own family.”

Violet beams at that, “I am glad to hear it, (Y/N), but you have not answered my question.”

“I apologise, Lady Bridgerton.”

“Are you in love with Benedict?”

(Y/N) remains silent for a moment before beginning to nod her head. “I am. I know I am,” (Y/N) begins, “But…”

“But what?”

“I could bring nothing to the courtship and then nothing to the marriage. My family are not rich enough for me to have a dowry; I have no title or land; I barely know proper etiquette – I would offend everyone the moment I stepped through the door. On top of that, think of the social connections Benedict would lose – there would be families who would never speak to him again all because he had the rotten luck to fall in love with me.”

Violet’s blue eyes grow determined as she begins to list off: “You do not need a dowry; we have enough money as it is. There is no need for you to have a title or land, Benedict has his own homes. In terms of etiquette, you converse with me quite well, so I see no issue there. As for social connections, if people cannot see how happy you make my son then that is their issue, not yours and not Benedict’s.”

“What about the Viscount, Lady Bridgerton? Surely he has final say.”

A glimmer of something maternal shines in Violet’s eyes as she smiles. “Let me handle my eldest son. You have no reason to worry, (Y/N). Benedict loves you. I will not stand in the way of his happiness.”

“So you approve?” (Y/N) asks, forgetting herself for a brief moment before dipping her head in apology.

Violet dismisses her apology with a wave of her hand; after all, if things go to plan, she would be calling (Y/N) daughter in no time. “Do I approve of having to find another housemaid as talented as you? No, I do not. But do I approve of the lady that my son has given his heart to? Absolutely. To be entirely truthful, I would rather it be you than someone in society.”

“Thank you, Lady Bridgerton,” (Y/N) says gratefully, feeling the all too familiar prick of tears in the corner of her eyes.

“Now go,” Violet smiles, the familiar sting of tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, “Go find my son and tell him how you feel.”

Standing from the chair, (Y/N) curtsies with a smile before rushing from the room. Her mind in a daze as to what has truly happened just now.

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(Y/N) finds Benedict in the library, sat awkwardly in one of the chairs with his sketchbook propped up in his lap. He’s focused entirely on the sketch at hand; his mouth set in a determined line as a finger delicately smudges part of his work.

For a single instant, (Y/N) watches Benedict in his element, finding that the butterflies in her stomach have turned from slumbering to a full blown riot at the mere sight of the man that had captured her heart. Still riding on the high from her conversation with Lady Bridgerton, (Y/N) steps further into the room. Benedict freezes in place at the sight of her stood by the stacks of books; her eyes are bright, and her skin flushed as she fiddles with the hem of her apron.

The painting flashes in his mind suddenly and his fingers twitch with the urge to turn the page of his sketchbook whilst simultaneously asking her to remain still so he can immortalise her on page. She’s perfect; she’s the perfect model and she doesn’t even realise it; Benedict thinks to himself.

“Spare me a moment?” She asks tentatively, as if worried of his reaction.

“All my moments are for you,” Benedict whispers honestly setting her heart racing in her chest. He stands from the chair, long legs coming out from under him as he leaves his sketchbook behind.

“All mine are for you too, if you’ll still have me…”

“What?”

“I love you too,” She confesses, voice small as she fiddles with her fingers, eyes cast on them – too scared to meet his gaze.

A finger under her chin has her meeting his deep blue eyes. Eyes that are alight with the happiness that surges through his veins; that highlight just how his heart sings at hearing those magical words leave her mouth.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” (Y/N) begins to ramble, “There is so much that is standing in the way for us, and I know you do not care or at least, I think you do not care but I cannot help but worry that if we were to happen, one day you would wake up and regret every moment of it. I am not from the same class as you, Benedict, I do not want to ruin you.”

A smile breaks across his face despite the stark desperation of her words. She furrows her eyebrows, half in curiosity, half in concealed frustration. “What are you smiling at?” She demands.

His hands move to cradle her face; thumbs rubbing over her cheekbones as he chuckles, “You called me ‘Benedict’.”

Thinking over her words, she smiles despite herself. “I suppose I did.”

“As for your worries: I do not think there will be one day in my future that I will not wake up and be grateful. However, that will only happen if you are in it – if I am waking up to you every morning. Darling, I do not think you can ruin me. I think you will be the making of me.”

“Do you promise? Not to regret me?” She whispers, a note of vulnerability in her voice.

“I promise,” He vows, pressing a kiss first to her forehead, then to her nose and cheeks. Then as he hovers above her lips, he whispers, “With every moment you spare me, I could never regret falling in love with you.”

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ask: hi! could i get a romantic matchup? my pronouns are she/her, i identify as a girl and im straight, and im 23. i like drawing, ice skating and dressing up! i have anger and trust issues, i am quite forgetful, im confident but shy, im an entp if that helps, and i am VERY stubborn. and also im an aries! i'd like it to be a canon universe, and i think i would have a pyro vision. my giving AND recieving love language is physical touch! my favorite trope is probably work friends, if that counts? and if it doesnt its enemies to lovers. ₍ᐢ‥ᐢ₎ ♡ i'd like a romantic matchup, and only 1 person if its fine. my favorite color is red! my music taste is indie-jazz rock, and alternative rock! my favorite series are american horror story, espicially 3rd season(coven)! thats it i think!! thank you in advance!!!

hello, hello!! thank you for your request.

after careful consideration, you've been paired up with...

... THOMA !!

he's kind, calm and patient.

a match made in heaven, really.

he has a great memory and will remind you things if you forget about them.

he knows exactly how to calm you down if you have an outburst, and knows when to give you space.

he never pushes your boundaries and is a great listener. you can open up to him whenever you feel like it. but if you don't want to, it's okay, too.

he would never judge you and he's loyal to a fault.

also!! he balances the five love languages pretty well, but his preferred ones are probably physical touch and quality time (giving) and words of affirmation and, again, physical touch (receiving).

overall, he loves you and respects you no matter what <3.

FIRST STEPS: meeting.

ogura mio had hired you as a designer in her shop. your love for fashion and desire for success in the field had been the ambition that granted you your pyro vision.

so you were elated when your designs gained popularity throughout inazuma.

your boss was the one doing most of the sewing and standing behind the counter, while you sketched in the back room.

you two had a very good relationship, as she gave you a lot of freedom and a great salary, and was also great company.

"(y/n)?" she called one morning. you lifted your gaze from the sketchbook. "there's someone looking for you."

"oh? i'll be right there."

ogura nodded and left, leaving the door to the shop open.

and there he stood. soft expression and kind eyes gleamed in recognition upon seeing you.

"here she is!" the pink haired girl smiled. "(y/n), this is thoma. i'm sure you've already seen him around the city."

he smiles sweetly, waving his hand as a greeting.

"it's nice to finally meet you, (y/n). i've heard a lot of things about you."

turns out, none other than kamisato ayaka wanted to hire you as her personal stylist.

thoma said you had around a week to consider accepting the offer, and mentioned that there was no pressure.

after a lot of encouraging from your friend (and stylist) you decided to accept

this could be the best business opportunity you'd ever have!

so, exactly three days later, you were standing in the entrance of the kamisato state

miss kamisato turned out to be really nice and sweet, and asked you to design a kimono for an upcoming event

under her request, thoma arrived soon after to show you the place

"we're happy to have you here" he said with a cheery smile. "if you ever need help, don't hesitate to ask me."

FRIENDSHIP: getting to know each other.

the duties as a worker for the tri-commission were demanding.

even more when your boss is the sister of the head of the clan, who is provably just as powerful.

the stress was catching up to you, and it was making you sick. on top of it all, you were currently on an artist's block

no matter what you did, you found no inspiration. no more original ideas.

and that was a big problem.

as nice as she was, ayaka was constantly attending to events. which meant you had to create a new pattern per week.

(you couldn't help but feel a bit bad for her, with a forever flooded agenda and barely any time for herself.)

you had been working constantly with no rest. as much as you presented yourself in a formal and composed way, full of confidence and passion, you didn't dare to ask for some free days.

what if she said no? would you lose your job? would your beloved career be over?

with a sigh, you looked at your lunch. suddenly, you weren't hungry anymore.

with a huff, you pulled out your sketchbook and fumbled through the pages.

looking for something. anything. with a groan, you threw the object somewhere in the floor when, once again, you couldn't squeeze a single drop of creativity out of your sleep-deprived brain.

you had an hour left of lunchtime before a reunion with the tailors, and your hands were empty.

you were fucked. for real this time.

you honestly felt like crying, but settled for a sigh instead. you couldn't give up now.

suddenly, you heard a knock on the door. no one really came to this room, so you used to eat lunch peacefully and sometimes draw a bit.

"...come in" you called after a beat of silence.

there stood thoma, smiling at you in a somehow shy way.

"hello! sorry to bother you" he greeted a bit nervously. "my lady said you seemed a bit... out of it today. is something the matter?"

you hesitated.

he couldn't know about the issue. if he were to know that you couldn't finish the job, you would get fired for sure.

"ah, thoma, it's nothing." you smile at him. he was a nice guy. although you didn't talk to him much, you enjoyed his presence. "just a bit tired, nothing to worry about."

his eyebrows furrowed slightly as he scanned the room briefly. and then, his eyes locked with the sketchbook, which was laying not too far from him.

you made up some excuse about how it must have slipped from your pocket. he seemed to believe it and sat across from you

"is it okay if we have lunch together?" he asked "we haven't gotten the chance to chat. these past few weeks have been busy."

turns out, he was great company.

he didn't mind your quietness and made sure to fill the silences when they were starting to get awkward.

but soon enough, there were around ten minutes left of lunch break. he got up and excused himself briefly. the smile he sent you was almost sly.

preparing for the worst, you had some minutes to calm yourself down. while heading towards the assigned room, you thought about a hundred different apologies.

however, when you arrived, they were leaving.

"the meeting has been postponed around two days." one of them sighs when you question it. "lady kamisato's orders."

after that, you somehow got some maids as subordinates. they helped a lot with work and were in charge of your schedule (something you were grateful for, because there was no way you wanted to accidentally miss a meeting again.)

something that also changed?

thoma's behaviour around you.

he now ate lunch with you everyday.

he accompanied you to the city in search for textiles you liked and helped you carry the boxes back.

he always compliments your drawings and clothes.

he knows your agenda better than you, and more often than not he'll go out of his way to help you out.

and little by little, he started to get close to you.

but your growing confusion cleared up one afternoon at the market.

you were buying groceries with him (something that had become the usual between you two) when you noticed a small group of people staring at you.

you paid them no mind, more focused on which lavender melons were better-looking.

but then you heard them.

"how can she work for the kamisatos? she has no class!" "oh, and poor thoma, i bet she's all over him. didn't you see him the other day? he had his hands full of her stuff!" "right! doesn't she have maids or something?"

'don't listen to them' you repeated yourself. thoma was in another stall and he'd be here soon.

they're just jealous.

...

well shit, they're still going.

once you paid for the fruit, you briefly thanked the vendor and grabbed the bag.

your blood was starting to boil, and holding back your tongue was even harder.

"he really must pity her if he still hasn't ran away" and they laughed. hard. in a mean, mocking way.

"hey, you! how about you go fuck yourself?" she turns to you, clearly nervous. she really didn't think she'd get caught.

"i- uhm..." she stammers, avoiding your gaze.

"oh, so you're acting shy now?" you scoffed. "keep your mouth shut next time, then."

a hand gripped your shoulder firmly. not exactly tight, but still supporting.

thoma was emitting some sort of dark aura that even guuji yae would be impressed of. his words were curt and his tone was cold in a way.

"i will not be tolerating any disrespectful comments towards (y/n). she is a very competent woman and she no doubt deserves her position in the kamisato state." he looks more serious than you'd ever seen him, emerald eyes clouded with anger. "also, none of you are to speculate about how or why we spend time together. it is none of your business. that being said, we'll be leaving now. have a nice day."

they didn't have time to react. thoma was dragging you away.

he sighed when you two gout out of the market.

"are you okay?" he asks, concerned. "i'm really sorry that you had to hear that. just so you know, i do enjoy helping you out. my lady has nothing to do with it."

"no, i'm sorry." you were calmer now. you had yelled at them in a pretty aggressive tone, not caring about who was around. the last thing you wanted was to damage the clan's reputation. "i kind of blew up back there. i should've just ignored them, but..."

"are you kidding me? you have nothing to blame yourself for!" he stated, brows furrowed. "you put them in their place. that's not something to be embarrassed about."

oh.

oh.

ADVANCES: feelings and confession.

thoma was a bit worried, to be honest.

had he overstepped his boundaries? made you uncomfortable? is that the reason why you were avoiding him? were you really avoiding him in the first place?

maybe he went overboard with the flirting! (oh god no you're gonna think he's a creep now)

truth is, you were way to shy to face him.

because now, every time you see him, the thought of his hand on your shoulder has your head spinning with fleeting thoughts and fake scenarios.

he was always so precious. so pretty. and so, so kind to everyone.

when the winter arrived, it was a tradition to open an ice rink to ice skate in

and thoma saw his chance there.

you had mentioned your love for the sport once in casual conversation, and he remembered.

(of course he remembers. he likes you.)

so the next time he saw you, he asked you directly so you wouldn't run away with some half-baked excuse.

if you rejected him, he'd just deal with it.

but at least he wouldn't have any doubts about your feelings about him. just co-workers who sometimes help each other. and that was it.

while you stammered to find an answer, he was buzzing with nervousness.

he was closing and opening his hands, which were sweating, and he was grinning at you like 😁

the maids who saw you found it funny, to be honest.

i would've laughed ngl

let's be real here

who would ever say no to thoma?? like- (/j)

"so..." you clear your throat "is it a date or...?"

"oh! ah... it could be one" he averts his gaze, smile straining. "if you wanted to, of course! no pressure or anything! haha..."

"i'd love to, actually."

R.I.P.

you killed him

he was as red as a tomato the entire day, and even redder when he picked you up

(the ice melted behind you because of your visions so you had to leave them with your shoes LMAOO)

you had a great time!! giggling the entire evening, holding him so he wouldn't fall (he caught the gist of it fairly quickly, actually), and having a small dinner afterwards (just some miso soup. none of you were very hungry).

"so, uh..." he started while accompanying you back home. "i like you. a lot. and i had a lot of fun with you today." he stops in his tracks, moonlight caressing his features in all the right ways as he looks at you, with an obvious blush in his face. "and i was wondering if you'd like to do it again? like, date?"

ah, he's so sweet<3

you found out his hugs were as warm as his words that day.

DATING LIFE: a relationship with him.

dating thoma is heavenly

he's pure husband material

you like PDA?? you better, because he WILL show you off

and the way he talks about you; with starry eyes and sugar-coated words

kazuha says it sounds like a beautiful poem. ayato says it's cheesy.

two sides of the same coin. pick your side.

he kisses you everywhere. in your forehead, in your temple, in your hands, in your nose,

and in his favourite: your lips<3

he prepares the BEST dates for you two.

itto insisted on 'helping a bro out' once.

NEVER AGAIN.

(it was kinda funny to see the gang trying to perform 'careless whisper' tho)

shinobu was so embarrassed to pick them up from the restaurant, and even tried to pay you two some mora in compensation.

oh and lady ayaka's eyes look full of amusement every time you speak to her

so do ayato's whenever you see him. which luckily isn't often.

realistically speaking, he's probably one of the best partners to have in genshin.

he's sweet, he knows you, he's patient, he'll make you his priority, etc

he's always very busy, though, so if you help him out every once in a while he'll be super grateful

overall, he loves you. give the guy a chance <3

[boypussydilf]

Shusumi for the relationship ask game

i dont know how you even found my blog but thank you *kisses your hand like a prince meeting a princess*

describe their canon relationship/dynamic

oh , you know. sumi is lonely and full of Emotions but doesn’t even know That let alone why she feels it and then a cool guy shows up and is Nice To Her and she goes omg!!! [latches onto him for reasons barely related to Who He Is As A Person] and akira goes Oh another person who wants to use me as a sounding board for their internal monologue. sounds fun :) This probably sounds mean, and almost DEFINITELY is not the dynamic the writers Intended for them to have, but i like it i think its really funny

legit sumi just wants someone to look up to and to rely on and akira was either blessed or cursed by god with a special talent for Being Relied On. she wants to feel like someones helping her and hes happy to help anyone. etc

your ideal/headcanon version of it? how does it differ from how it is in canon & why is this your favorite version? any other alternate versions of it you enjoy?

you know ive thought about royal trio and ive thought abt akesumi friendship but i dont think abt Just These Two that much.

first of all RIP to the person who sent this if they come back hoping for some Clearly Romantic ShuSumi Takes but to me they are like siblings. sumire doesnt Realize theyre siblings but akira is just constantly taking new younger siblings under his wings and she is included. theyre siblings in a very drastically different way from akira & futaba though akira and futaba are loud and obnoxious and chase each other around sojiros house like a couple of grade schoolers and sumi is not completely barred from that but her and akira are more like. they meet up and sumi talks about her Life and her Feelings and akira gives her Just Enough Advice To Be Helpful Without Being Pushy and then they, like, look at college application forms together or something. its practical, i guess is what im saying. akira Sometimes bullies and pesters her (affectionate) but her reactions dont tend to be very strong so its not as fun.

im Neutral on genuinely romantic shusumi, to me they are not that interesting as a ship and also they are both gay in the wrong direction and also they are big brother little sister mode, but i do exist in a state of absolute fascination with like. comphet shusumi. literally sumire is going I want a Perfect Life and that means Living Stereotypical Heterosexual Romance Tropes :) and she thinks she has found her opportunity here and is telling herself Yes i am IN LOVE! this is what that is! I cannot conceive of a version of the akira from my brain who doesnt know full well hes gay but if he somehow didnt wouldnt these 2 cringefail straight dating living their ridiculously played-straight damsel in distress & noble hero story be the funniest thing ever. And by that i mean fascinating and a torment labyrinth i wish them luck escaping

Also i think they are getting along fine and normal the way they are but like. sumire “used to relying on other people A Lot” yoshizawa and akira “just wants to help people. A Lot” kurusu. They can either have the perfect friendship that is exactly what sumi needs where he has the right level of involvement to help her gain confidence in herself while still knowing she can turn to someone for help. Or go straight off a cliff into bizarre codependency.

Basically I like it when things have the potential to be kind of fucked up. But they aren’t these guys are normal. They just sit in leblanc telling each other dad jokes. Akira buys a wallet just to put a comically large collection of photos of sumi’s greatest achievements in them and proudly show it off to his friends. She gradually goes from reacting to him experiencing something Comically Bad but Harmless like tripping over something with giggling immediately deliberately stifled by SORRY IMSOSORRY ARE YOU OKAY, to just openly laughing at him and he pretends to be annoyed but he’s happy about it.

what do you like about their relationship, why is it interesting or enjoyable to you?

I like Akira World’s Most Big Brother Moments #227. i like all the different winding pathways the concept of Them can go down bc i like having things to pick apart and analyze and look at from hundreds of different angles. i like. the video game persona 5 royal

what about the individual characters involved? what does this relationship mean to them, what makes it unique among their relationships?

No matter what, like. Sumire at the point in time where they meet NEEDS this, i think. Her sister just Died and she doesn’t really know it but she’s trying to figure out her place in the world Without her and also if the fact that most shujin students seem to dislike her is anything to go off of she doesn’t really like, have friends? She needs like. A hand to help her up. Someone To Lean On. Sort of like how Becoming Kasumi was not, like, The Best Solution To Her Problems, but was really helpful in getting her through that period of her life. & now she has someone who will listen to her and help her unconditionally and that is Great for her. She looks up to Akira she admires him she is eternally thankful & grateful to him. And also is convinced she’s in love with him

As for akira i . </3 For most of the time they know each other she’s kind of Just Some Girl He Knows. he definitely cares about her a lot & they have the chance to get closer in third sem what w her being Herself again & she Is part of his Little Sibling Collection. but i cant think of anything akira is getting out of this relationship aside from general Human Socialization. he just want to protect it want to see it grow up healthy (i say that a lot huh.)

favorite interaction they have in canon

Zero interest in them as a couple but sumis romance route IS one of the best things in all of p5 just for the scene where akira leans on leblancs counter Like That and stares at her just to be a Nuisance

favorite interaction they have in your head/a situation you want to put them in

oh god oh fuck i dont know uhhhhh. I think THEY should bully akechi together. I think sumi should get mad at akira. Not for anything in particular i just think sumi has the potential to be very mean if she will allow herself to Feel Negative Feelings and i like conflict between friends. Sumire tries to teach him gymnastics and he forgets hes not in a palace and does something stupid and embarrassing like faceplanting into a wall for no reason and shes very polite about it at first but in the long run she will not let him live it down. umm. thats it. i like them <3