#people liked my whisper ykw one

[kakusboyfriend]

Me: god I'm so nervous abt tomorrow's driving class, today was really bad. I need to calm down somehow

Louie Pikmin:

Me: thanks Louie that's awesome

[phantomsies]

my last time speaking on this bc I’m back to my smut and stupid shit afterwards (cause yk this is my safe space 🤪😜🫶🏾👍🏾) , but I’m genuinely scared, not just for this presidency but my local leadership too. Hence why I always make such an emphasis on it. I live in a small town and it’s very much class/racially divided. The sheriff (a white woman btw but a woman nonetheless) has been actively trying to harass and run everyone from my side of town. She pretty much wrote off this area as a bunch of drug addicts and says ‘she hopes we all just kill each other’. (My family has never done, sold or even been around drugs and yet her dumbass cops are convinced bc we’re black with nice vehicles, that we must sell). She’s also pushing for the gentrification of our area so all of her rich cohorts can come and tear down our houses and build a suburbia. Just the other day, a cop made me move my vehicle from in front of a store I park at all the time bc im disabled and even the closest parking spot is far on this leg and he did it just to be an asshole. I can’t even cry abt this presidency yet bc I’m now worried that my local leaders are going to make our lives hell. Not to mention, they voted no on abortions and gender affirming care as well. I hate it here so fucking bad.

[ofmossandmen]

could i perchance request a lukas x gn!reader, fluffy oneshot? 👀

Usually I just do headcannons but ykw? I'll try my hand at a one-shot, sure :D

It's a cold night, not just "a bit brisk out" kind of night. No...it's freezing, it's frigid, it's cold. Luckily for you, you were safe and sound inside a quaint little prarie house. You were sprawled out on the couch, right in front of the roaring fire place, a wool blanket was draped over your legs. To top it all off, an ocelot had found solace in space between your calves. For a dreary winter night, it couldn't get much better than this.

"Warm enough?" Lukas asks through a chukle.

At least, you thought it couldn't get much better than this. Until you felt the couch sink down by your feet. Your eyes flutter open and you're greeted by a soft smile, and a gentle hand in yours.

"I dunno, let's ask the expert." You scratched the back of Dewy's head. "What do you say, dude? One more blanket for safety?"

The ocelot responds with a muffled purr, burying his head into the blanket.

"The court is undecided," you teased.

Lukas rolls his eyes, but still grips your hand a little firmer. "I'm pretty sure if I gave you another blanket, I could bake bread on you."

"...I'm not opposed to that idea-"

You're interuped by a cookie being placed between your lips. You bite down on warm, soft, buttery dough, filled with oozing chocolate chunks.

Earlier when you two realized you would be snowed in together, you decided the best way to pass the time was to make cookies together. A bit cliche? Yes, but fun and delicious none the less.

"Damn, those are good! It makes getting egg yolk on my shirt worth it!" You exclaimed through bites.

Lukas sighed, "not to say I told you so...but I did offer you an apron."

"Shuddup!" You retorted by attempting to lightly kick him in the thigh. You missed, and Dewy ended up jumping off the couch and scampering away.

"Now look what you've done!" Lukas teased.

You both proceeded to break out into a laughing fit. Maybe the cabin fever was getting to you a little, but it didn't matter. There is warmth here, not just with the fire and the blankets. There is warmth in his voice, warmth is his touch, warmth in his eyes. In the deep, miserable frost, Lukas is warmth.

Your thoughts are interupted as you see Lukas scoot forward and adjust himself against you. You're laying side by side on this couch that should fit two people like this.

"Is this ok?" Lukas asked, almost in a whisper.

Your hand meets his hair and your fingers run through the locks. Gorgeous blue eyes look up at you, sweet, loving eyes. Eyes full of soul.

"No I hate this and I'm going to put you out in the snow," you murmur sarcastically. "Of course this is OK, dummy!"

Upon conformation, he nuzzles his head into your chest. His body goes limp almost instantly as all the tension evaporates from his muscles. Your index finger traces along the slope of he shoulders, down his arms, and into the palm of his hand. There a small scar on the top of his hand, you can feel the divet as you run your thumb along his knuckles.

Together, you both fall into comfortable slumber. While the chilling wind screams outside, while the snow piles inch by inch, while the dark engulfes the sky.

You are safez with Lukas.

[firefly--bright]

unearthed.

jean kirstein x fem!reader, modern a.u., buzzfeed unsolved a.u.

summary ; you dont know just how many watchful souls listen to you and jean speak, waiting, watching. maybe it's just you, but the prison air feels warmer. warnings ; mentions of violence, a little horror (? literally just the tiniest bit), talks of death. cringe humor. a/n ; happy halloween my beloveds. crazy that halloween and diwali were on the same day. kinda poetic lowkey. im DEAD TIRED so ykw that means! happy fireflyfic day! (and happy diwali to those who celebrate :)) taglist ; @holding-infinity-and-a-book , @mrsnobodynobody , @hopeless-anti-romantic , @jeanscremebrulee , @berrijam , @happxme , @cherrypieyourface , @imgayandshesanime , @moonmalice , @kivernova , @potaho3frog , @xakilicious , @katestrophes , @gojo-ana , @ppushable , @zombiefiedskeivy

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The prison wasnt eerie, which should’ve struck you as concerning. 

No, rather, the opposite, the fact that it was a little too comfortable, a little too lived-in to be considered ghostly was what you found…weird. Or maybe it was jean’s presence next to yours, the coldness of the air masked by his warmth and stolen jacket perched over your shoulders that made the air feel a little more breathable.

Connie and marco are huddled over the camera, speaking in hushed whispers - some technical jargon that your brain is too tired to recognize. 

Jean shifted from beside you, adjusting his own coat - not stolen - and thumbed the straps over his chest that snuggly held a smaller camera so it fit better over him. He cleared his throat when he caught you zoning out, “know your lines?” he asked, a prompt for you to speak your mind. 

You smiled cheekily, looking at him under the dim, sole flashlight. “By heart. Scared, jean-boy?” 

“Dont call me that on camera, please,” he says, eyes screwing shut when you shine your light straight into them. 

“Have i ever embarrassed you? You do that to yourself more than i do,” “okay that’s…intentional. It helps with the character im going for.” you snort. “Damsel in distress?” he scoffs, “i had to save you last time, remember?” “that was just an excuse for you to hold my hand, you can admit it. The cameras arent rolling yet,” you tease, bumping your shoe with his worn-out converses. He lets you. There isnt much he doesnt let you do to him. 

“Alright, cameras are gonna start in three…two.. One!” marco’s voice is characteristically calming, even at a higher pitch.

 

Your shoulders stand straighter as you look into the lens, placing the flashlight right under your chin. “hello, watchers! Welcome back to another episode of Unearth - a series where we try to gather evidence of the paranormal to see who wins - a believer,” you say, pointing the light under jeans chin briefly before settling it back under yours, “or a skeptic.” “it’s not a competition,” “right. Of course not.” you say, winking into the camera. Its jean’s turn to speak, his voice a low baritone, and you can see his breath becoming foggy into the now november air. “We are here today at the Marley Prison, rumored to be the host of seventy percent of the state’s most wanted criminals since the early eighteen hundred's. And we’re standing infront of it now and it’s fucking creepy,” “right, and it was also incredibly overcrowded, so-” “-so just, a terrible place to live in.” “yeah, but they killed people,” “...right. Most of them.” “i’ve heard it smells like shit,” you say, almost forgetting that this might get broadcasted, but jean’s eyes on you seemed to have that effect. forgetting the size of your own beating hear, forgetting where you were, melting away any proof of life except his.

He smirks, looking straight at the camera once more. “Right, that’s why i have-” he pulls out a small spray bottle. From what you could read, the text flashed, “FLOWER POWER!” and your smile turned into a laugh. “- this air freshener right here.” “right. That’ll protect us.” “if i get possessed i’d want.. It to smell, like-” “-like flower power-” “right.” now the both of you are laughing, shoulders shaking.

“Great. Let’s head inside, guys,” marco says, smile on his face, and eren puts the camera down to view what he had gathered. 

“After you,” jean says, his shoes scruffing against the harsh stones underneath, spreading his arm infront of you as a guide.

“Pussy,” you muttered, making him sputter.

-

“Alright,” you say, settling on the cold hard ground. Cell number 509, holding the last inmate of the entire prison who passed away in the very same, cramped room. Only a mattress and a sink to keep him company, a small, hand-sized window on the wall opposite to the door, meant to be locked at all times. 

“Dangerous people in this place,” you say, mostly to yourself. Your partner was on the ground floor of the vicinity, in another building entirely, investigating by himself. You decided to split up to see if that might spite any spirits to act, planning on asking questions to the different people that were barely alive, living in the space so freely disturbed. The camera crew were also downstairs, waiting on the two of you to be done. All you had was an old walkie-talkie that connected to jean’s. 

“You there?” his voice - filled with static and concern - reaches the confines of the prison cell. “Yep. where are you?” you ask, sitting in the middle of the floor, pulling your knees up to your chest, your flashlight flickering. “Im at the uh… that punishment place.” “ah. Im in Dean Cooper’s cell.” “oh,” he says. “Why dont we just use our phones for this part?” he asks, a beep following him. You smile. “I dont know, actually. Do you- should we?” “yeah that’d be.. I mean, better communication. Audio..quality - there are so many bugs here,” he speaks as you switch your phone on, dialing his number. He picks up not even a second in.

“Okay, can you hear me better?” he asks, and you rest your back against the thick wall. The door - heavy and cold - is fully closed so you could get a better experience, the full creeps. You nod, knowing he cant see it. “yep. Its crazy that people had to live like this,” you speak, holding the microphone part of your device close to your mouth, his voice on speaker. Something alive to fill the walls, more than your own presence. “Yeah. well it’s crazy that they committed so many crimes, honestly,” “i know.” 

You’re supposed to be filming. Your camera is rolling already and youre supposed to be speaking to a presumed dead person but a holy one is roaming downstairs without you and all you have is his voice as proof. “Hey,” jean calls out, and you thank good network reception and technology to have his voice be so clear, without cuts, real against your hand. “Im at the uh… what’s it called? The place where they could talk to their loved ones right now.” “ah,” “it feels weird.” a beat of silence. “Weird how?” you ask, your voice quiet. 

“Like-” theres a shifting sound at the end of the line, followed by a slight creak. “- weird in the sense that… i dont know, like, people still loved and cared for quote-unquote bad people,” 

You hum. Your head now also rests against the wall, too unaware to keep it up, too comfortable to find your own muscles. “I dont know. You’re always better with the words and shit.” he says, and you give him a small laugh. “Words and shit?” “yeah like, you know what to say.” “i mean, these people are dead, jean, theres a real small chance they can even hear us.” “i know, but like, even to alive people.” its almost 3 am, your phone says, and your heart increases in size, a little too comfortable against your ribcage. 

Have you ever felt that before? the muscle that’s supposed to be contained in a confined space now opens itself up and you have no choice but to let it. It grows, bigger, until youre body is tattered and all that remains as proof is your heart, big and timid, still beating, waiting for jean’s eyes to look at it. You havent. You wonder if any of the people half-alive in this place have. 

“I mean, love is alot of patience,” you start, your fingers fiddling with the end of your jacket. A stray piece of thread. You hear him humming in agreement and continue, “maybe they just… couldnt say it. How many times have you been able to not say that you love someone, y’know? And then you get the chance to but then it gets lost in all the other unimportant things and maybe that… maybe that’s love. The unimportant things.” you say. Your fingers feel funny, tingly, hearing his voice saying something at the end of your sentence. Youre too caught up to say something important as a reply.

So you settle. Listen. “Like, imagining this place alive… y’know. Like not in a creepy way but in like… it’s - like so much time passed, and so much was said here.” he says. His voice holds importance in your hands, and you trace shapes into the side of your phone with your thumb as if its the back of his hand and you’ve taken it in yours, cold and patient, unimportant. Tracing shapes that cant be seen. He hears them though. It’s in every pause he takes, every breath he hears on your end of the line and he wonders if you know how your alive-ness makes him braver than the night. Brave enough to know that speaking is something to be accomplished, that you’re listening.

 

He stares at the glass window in front of him, sitting on the chairs that prisoners used to sit on with hope in their eyes. At least, that’s how he imagines it. Theres a small hole in the window, enough only to catch a couple breaths and silenced sentences and he can only imagine how the other person mightve felt, seeing their loved one behind a blurry and unkept screen.

“Im not going to empathize with them, obviously, but, i feel like… i mean, obviously this place was built to be inhumane. The fact that they even included that section of the prison, though.. I dont know. it's kinda nice.” you say, and he closes his eyes to pretend youre in front of him. Its not that hard, in all honesty, because your voice fills his ears and he’d rather listen to proof of the living - with her shoe kicking his, with her voice teasing his shrieks - rather than the minute but present proof of the dead. He knew someone - barely alive souls, watching - had to be listening to your conversation but he also knew that he was listening to it too and he’d rather commit to the cold of your familiar hands than the unfortunately lived-in warmth of this place.

“It is.” he agrees, his chin tilting up, his shoulders relaxing. One hand in his pocket, the other holding his phone, microphone to his lips with the speaker on. He wasnt alone. His phone’s screen is blurry and unkept, but he wasnt alone. 

“Y’know that’s what i find kind of… i dont know, comforting? About like, something this hopeless. That, like.. There’s a recreational room that they had. Like the option was there for them to sit down there and talk, maybe. I dont know how that wouldve gone-” you say, voice ending in a self-aware laugh, making him smile, “-but it was there, right. Same with this communication room…thingie. Like the option of loving is there.” 

Your voice floats against the walls of the room, touches the glasses separating him and the world, before coming back to him. His chest feels funny, more aware that it’s there. Not just as an organ and something trivial that helps him breathe but now as something larger than himself. Something less candid, hidden under layers of clothing and skin built to be thick, raised to be soft, and it almost lays there, in front of him, inhaling the sound of your voice like it’s a new source of oxygen. And it grows. Alive.

“Option of loving,” he echoes, eyes now fluttering open and looking at the expanse of the tattered ceiling above him, spotting shapes. Option of loving. “Like even now there’s like.. Im sitting here, and there’s notches on the wall. Like the… four standing lines and then a slash through them. Like the hope of getting out isnt gone. Its… cool how humans just do that.” you say. He clings onto every word, his own little prayer against the dark, unsaid but important. Option of loving.

He looks back infront of him, staring at the glass window again. Theres gunk in the corners of it and spiderwebs claiming it as their home in a place as haunted as this. “And even if i dont… believe in ghosts it’s like…cool to think about in the sense that, i dont know, everything is a proof of life. Y’know?” you ask, ready for confirmation knowing that he’d provide it to you. Anything you’d ask.

“Thats… i didnt see it like that,” he admits, “i mean i just saw it as like… confirmation that dead people are dead and that if there’s an afterlife we have to chose a right way to live, something we’re proud of, so that we dont regret it when we’re… dead and roaming the halls, waiting to be found, yknow?” “like grief.” you answer, and he shifts in his seat, getting a bit more comfortable. He nods, knowing you wont see it. “Yeah. kind of.” “that’s…poetic. We should start a podcast-” “-shut up,” and both your voices are broken up by laughs, short and warm and proof of being alive and roaming the halls, waiting to be found.

There’s a dog howling in the distance. No light in the room that you’re in, barely any air, coolness of november flush against your skin despite your layers. His voice holds you, a little blanket, cocooning you around yourself. “Hey, you’re supposed to come find me,” you say, reminding him of his task of peering into the halls, asking ghosts and bugs to come closer to him. Whatever’s alive or half-dead or half-alive or half-already-living. “And you’re supposed to play twenty questions with your hot date,” “i think he’s pretty cold, actually,” you say, he laughs. Another shift in fabric, another creak - he’s gotten up from his place on the chair, now warmed, soon to be claimed by the prison’s musty air, but for now it’s there. Fully alive. 

“My battery’s gonna die.” he says, voice a little solemn, his footsteps squeaking against the floor, rubber on hard cement. “We have walkie-talkies,” you provide, your voice full around it’s edges with your own smile and jean almost asks why youre smiling, but refrains. He’ll ask when he finds you. Or maybe he’ll tell you he’s in love with you. Or maybe the words will get lost under all the other unimportant things that he has to say to you. 

Or maybe that’s just what love is. The unimportant things, layered, hidden, chest and heart, large, warm, growing. 

[i-lovethatforme]

I have a nerve... but what if you posted part two of medusa mj without a prompt and then also posted a prompt for day twelve... ok but don’t hit me for my blatant audacity as I sit here reblogging your page and writing nothing❤️

ykw i love the audacity! go after it! this once kashdjsah xxx

part one / part two

cause i would die to make you mine

Peter hasn’t spoken to Michelle in what feels like years - though it has definitely only been sixteen days. He tried calling but she hasn’t gotten back to him and it’s rude to persist when she’s clearly trying to avoid him.

So he doesn’t call. He patrols longer and fights harder and he does what he can to forget about her - to purge her from his memory. But it’s no use. He has no idea what she looks like but he sees her everywhere he looks. When he grocery shops, he looks at the fresh vegetables and imagines her cooking with him, her laughter filling his tiny studio apartment as he tries to impress her with his culinary skills.

He’s not sure what it is she’s hiding from him - but he’d love her either way. It just got too hard to wish she was with him - to hope that he could feel her hand in his. He misses the way she’d feel in his arms and he’s never even got close.

He tries not to dwell on it - how can he be so heartbroken over something he never had?

May would tell him it was real, and his feelings are valid and he’s allowed to be hurt. But if he’s hurt - he thinks about her. So he pretends he’s fine as he webs through Queens at 3 am looking for trouble.

It doesn’t take long for him to find some lowlives following a woman into an alley. Bingo. Well, for him.

When he swings in, hilarious quip at the ready - he sees she’s already fighting them off with a scarf wrapped around her head. Did they try and kidnap her in the three seconds it took him to get here?

He sends out a web anyway, smirking as the guy grunts as he’s slammed against the dumpster that he’ll be stuck to till sunrise.

“Another job well done,” he says, brushing his hands together and waiting for her to remove the scarf. She doesn’t.

“Ma’am?”

“Ma’am? Am I a hundred and five?” she asks, humour in her tone as she walks towards the entrance of the alley.

“How would I know, you’re covering your face.”

“Pot meet kettle,” she replies with a wave of her hand. His laughter gets caught in his throat as he watches a guy, that wasn’t quite as down and out as he thought, stumble to his feet pointing a gun towards her head.

Peter doesn’t have enough time to warn her, to get her to run - so he sends out a web and pulls her towards him as the gun goes off. They’re flying through the air and he gets that people don’t like that when you don’t warn them - often when you do as well - but does she need to stab him in the neck?!

“Ow! Ouch! Stop it,” he says, dropping them on the nearest roof and when he turns to look at her, he sees her scarf has come loose in the five seconds they were in the air. Oops.

“Sor-”

She looks murderous about it - murderous and violently attractive. It kind of stops him in his tracks

“Fuck!” she screams, spinning around and falling to the ground, her head buried in her knees.

“I killed Spider-Man?! Are you fucking for real right now?” she shouts, presumably at herself.

“Er, excuse me,” he says, and she spins around so fast his senses don’t have a second to catch up.

“You’re not dead,” she whispers, her eyes flicking over his body. She stands and moves over, prodding him in the face and her eyes widen when she falls on his puffy cheeks. She’s still ridiculously pretty so her gaze and her touch makes him blush under his mask.

“Did you mean to kill me?” he asks, then remembers her stabbing him in the neck literal seconds ago and gasps, “were you trying to murder me?!”

“What? No!”

“Why did you stab me then?!”

“I didn’t! It was - people can’t look at me. It’s a whole thing,” she says, uninterested but her face looks noticeably sad and he’s not even sure what she looks like normally.

“Why not?” he asks, unsure of why anyone wouldn’t want to look at her. He steps closer as if to inspect, and his senses alert him to danger as he catches the way her hair moves but there’s no wind. And even in the dark, he can see the darkness of her blown pupils.

“Wha - wait, are you, stone lady?!” he asks, not at all frightened she might pull his mask off because he’s read of her lonely existence before. She never seems to want to turn people to stone.

“Stone lady?” she scoffs. “That’s the best you’ve got?”

“Sorry,” he replies, running his hand over his mask. “You know there’s a subreddit that call you Medusa. Wait does your hair actually move when you’re annoyed? Is that why you stabbed me?! I was being bitten?”

“Exactly how much research have you done on me?”

“Not that much,” he mumbles. “I like threads about superheroes.”

“I don’t think I count as a hero,” she whispers.

“So what do I call you?” he asks, actively avoiding asking her anything else that might make her lips turn down.

“Why would you need to call me anything?” she asks, her eyebrow raised menacingly but her hair is still so he gathers he’s not angering her that much.

“Well, you can look at me and I can still do this,” he says, waving his arms around and moving his feet. He feels a little stupid but then she laughs at him and his entire chest feels too full even though the sound reminds him of MJ.

“So we should be friends,” he says with a shrug. If he’s using this as a distraction to get over Michelle, well, there are worse ways to do it than hanging out with a cool as fuck girl who happens to be one of the prettiest people he’s ever seen.

“I dunno," she says, lips pouting at him.

"Aw man, what if I bring cookies next time?"

"Mmm, and what would I call you?" she asks, stepping towards him.

"Well, if we're using our made-up names, you can call me Spider-Man."

"And what if we're not using made-up names?"

"Sorry, that's a level five friendship achievement and you're not even sure you want to be my friend," he shrugs, going to walk towards the edge of the roof and throw himself off with flair.

"Wait!," she says as his toes hang off the edge. "Ughhh, fine. We can be friends."

"You won't regret it," he says, running towards her.

"Spidey, what are you -" the rest of her sentence gets caught in her throat as he throws them off the roof, a web catching on the next building before they hit the ground.

"Stop them from biting me," he laughs, though it's really not that painful at all.

"You're the worst friend I have!"

[gummiix]

WARNING: braindump incoming

ykw I just realized I love a lot of rouge ships and was trying to fit them in my mind for canon and. I had a realization

LOOK ME IN THE EYES AND TELL ME YOU SEE ROUGE AS A STRICTLY HETERONORMATIVE MONOGAMOUS BITCH. (bat? batch? ok I’m sorry I’ll stop) anyway she not only flirts with people to manipulate them for her spy work/whatever her objective is but she is just naturally flirtatious and is can be attracted to multiple people.

HOWEver rouge is clear about her wants with real partners and not just randos she flirts with because she’s cool like that <3. Also she and Topaz were definitely girlfriends that had to break up at some point because of life and distance stuff LOOK I KNOW SONIC X AND THE MAIN SONIC TIMELINE ARE TWO WILDLY DIFFERENT THINGS BUT lemme forge a lil canon inside my head okay.

Speaking of, sometimes I forget that my headcanon (OMG THAT’S WHY IT’S CALLED HEADCANON I FEEL SO STUPID. IT’S BECAUSE IN YOUR HEAD, IT IS CANON. AAAA don’t look at me) is not real canon and I forget that this version of sonic I have spent so long carefully structuring in my head to logically piece together all of the sonic media so my autistic brain stays happy is not canon. Like, I don’t mean that I’m one of those people that are “OMG MY WAY IS RIGHT AND YOURE WRONG” because I believe everyone has the right to their own beliefs in general, especially if it’s just harmless little ways people interpret and indulge in things. (maybe I’m overthinking as I’m re-reading but just to be clear this excludes pro-shipping lol that isn’t exactly harmless.) What I mean is that I literally sit here, scrunching my eyebrows, closing my eyes, trying to reassure myself that this sonic inconsistency is okay and I can work through it and believe that the universes have some continuity; as in tangle and whisper and specific characters exclusive to one universe are living somewhere doing something in a separate life in all alternate universes. That or I focus on something like [this] is what a character was thinking and going through at [that time] and that’s why they acted this way and blah blah blah,,,,, even if I logically know that sometimes sonic stuff is just sometimes inconsistent and/or may have bad writing/understanding of the characters in that particular instance.

That’s why I love it SO much when fanfic writers give good ideas, new perspectives or add on to/match up with my way of interpreting stuff, because finally my little yarn cork board corner over here is validated!!! And I can share my thoughts with people who know what I’m talking about!!!!!!!!!!!! But also it’s annoying because people might ask me questions about sonic and I mix up these “facts” I have in my own head with canon and then accidentally expose innocent people to my crazy conspiracies lol

[sunatooru]

hi i was wondering if i could send an emergency request. i just feel so numb and like,, what’s the point of everything ykw i mean? i love my friends and i love seeing their success but it seems that they’re thriving post covid but i’ve gone 20 steps back and am stagnant, not going forward. my usb w all my assignments for uni got corrupted and bc i didn’t back it up, i’ve lost 5 weeks worth of work i’ll have to redo, on top of half of an assignment i’ve done that’s due tomorrow. i still haven’t been able to get a job (not even an interview) and i’m feeling uglier everyday bc i can’t find time or motivation to work out. idc it’s all small things but it’s piling up, i find myself unable to find the motivation to cook and feeling like i’m judged everytime i step out. it just feels like i have nothing to live for basically, i keep entertaining thoughts of dropping out or just dying lmfaoo (i won’t do it, never even come close but the thoughts are always there). idek what the point of this is, do i want fluff? ig,, idk. could it please be w yamamoto, nishinoya, yaku and kageyama? or if you can’t write them all, just one or two. i know you’ve been full of emergency requests lately so whenever you get around to mine, i’ll be so grateful. thank you so much ❤️

Hi baby, I’m so sorry to hear about your usb! the audacity! I totally get what you’re feeling, everything seems unreachable and hard but I believe in you! I hope you managed to do that essay and don’t worry too much on the job (it took me a whole year to find a job),  ugly? you’re a beauty! and I know those thoughts come around but it’s good to know you would never.. I hope these are okay and if not I will happily write something better xx

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Warning: frustrated reader

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Yamamoto

* he rushes to your room, hands behind his back as he excitedly enters

* He pauses when he sees your distressed expression, quickly going towards you as he wonders what’s wrong

* “Hey? Are you okay? Tell me, pretty?” He drops whether he had from his hand and instantly pulls you into him, arms secure around your shoulder as he kisses your temple

* When you tell him about everything going wrong for you, he’s quick to stop you

* “No! You’re amazing! So beautiful and amazing. So what other people seem to be doing better, everyone has a different journey. I know you, you have the guts to do whatever you want. I’ll be here supporting you!” He pulls back to tell you, a big motivating smile on his face as he rubs your shoulder

* He quickly goes to retrieve what he dropped, rubbing his nape before showing you the teddy bear that says ‘awesome’ on it

* “So you remember how great you are!”

Nishinoya

* you’re upset and he’s gonna allow it? No

* He sees your hand scrunching your hair and his eyes widen when you he lol in frustration

* “Heyyy! Don’t do that, you’ll hurt yourself!” Gently removed your hand from your hair and holds them, squeezing them as he asks you to tell him what’s wrong

* “What?! Listen, don’t worry about what other people are doing. You’re incredible and I know you’ll end up doing something amazing. Okay, so far it hasn’t been great but don’t stop! We can only get better if we push ourselves, right?” He kisses your palms and looks at you

* “You’re so pretty and smart. You’ll get through this and look back at this and laugh. You got me! I’ll do my best to help you! Now, show me that pretty smile.” He chuckles as he pokes your sides, running his hands around you until he hears your laugh

* “Next time, if feel frustrated, just pull my hair instead.” He winks

Yaku

* He’s there as soon as sees a missed call from you

* Finds you angrily throwing your usb and pulling at your face

* “Honey, you okay? What happen?” He pulls you away from your current place and has you sit on your bed

* His eyebrows are knitted when you choke out all the fortunates, his jaw clicking at the way you describe yourself

* “Stop. That’s not true. You’re gorgeous and you’ll get this! I’m so proud of how you’ve handled things so far. Don’t think so little of yourself because you are stunning and strong. I’ll help you with whatever you need. You know I’ll take care of you.”

* He’ll get you under the covers and and then join you, he’ll spoon you and play with your fingers, picking it up to place a soft kiss, whispering in your ear all the things you’ve done that are worth celebrating

* Afterwards he’ll bring you a snack, he’ll you over your work and give you kisses every minute for encouragement

* “You’re amazing, don’t forget that. Everyday I can’t wait to see you, touch you and kiss you. I’ll always support you, just don’t burden your feelings alone. I’m here for you.”

* Cuddles with you after, presses kisses all over your face and tells you a dumb joke, earning him your smile

[darthysfanfic]

Comfort (Xiao x Reader)

Might be the best thing I’ve ever written lmao. Happy New Years Ya’ll!!

Unedited deal with it.

Inspired by prompt #2:

https://casualwriter.tumblr.com/post/672063556903124992/dialogue-prompts-run-1-youve-been-running

Comfort

The atmosphere at the party was so crowded, maybe even suffocating. The strobing red and blue lights didn’t help, in fact, they were giving you a headache. The air was thick with the scent of perfumes and sweat. Loud music was pulsing in and out of your ears.

You were in the corner of the room pressed against the cold concrete wall watching everyone dance, this party was one of Childe’s creations, some kind of celebration for no apparent reason, not an uncommon thing. You usually did not participate in such activities, being so busy with adventuring and such, but you were in Liyue to visit and were convinced into attending this one.

Beidou had just led Ninuaang to the dance floor, she was obviously a little tipsy and wasn’t hiding her suspected feelings for the latter lady, placing her hands on Ninuaang’s hips and pulling her close into a dance. You looked away, the loneliness settling in. With all your traveling you’d never had a chance to have a serious relationship.

You let out a sigh and pushed your body away from the wall and weaved your way through the crowd. Finally, you reached the door and were met with the fresh Liyue air. You tugged your tight heels off and just started to run, not something you’d normally do, but it felt great, the cold air burning your throat and the wind blowing your hair, and your bare feet connecting with the traveled path.

Your feet slow to a halt after about 10 minutes, and you sit down against a tree, panting.

“Why were you running?” A low voice carrys from a few meters away.

You look up in shock to see Xiao, sitting on a bench. “Um. I just needed to get away from a party,”

He raised his eyebrow, “are you in trouble or something?”

“No no,” you wave your arms, “nothing like that, It was just too much for me, too many people, too many sounds,”. You tuck your knees to your chest, you didn’t need to share that.

Xiao slides off the bench and walks over to you, then sits himself down, relatively close to you. “I… I understand that more than you’d think. Being an Adeptis I’m not in touch with the humans as much as I should be, leaving my interactions with them awkward and cold. I’m sorry that you, being one of them, is experiencing similar things.”

You are surprised by his compassion, it’s definitely not something you know Xiao by, but to be fair we’ve only met a few times. “Xiao, thank you for your understanding,” you say warmly.

Blush creeps across his face and he looks away.

“What were you doing out here?” You ask, disrupting the growing silence.

“Me? Well this is somewhat embarrassing, but I was listening to the party. I like to try and be close to humans in that manner, It makes me feel a part of it all.”

“Xiao, that’s so tragic. You know, if you ever need anything, I’m here to talk or to listen.”

“Y/n, thank you. It means a lot,”

You rest your head on his shoulder, not caring about the potential consequences, but just exhausted and needing comfort.

You can feel him jolt a little at the initial contact, but he quickly settles in.

“Y/n” He whispers, not expecting a reply.

You close your eyes and let out a breath, a wave of calm settles over you. Xiao’s hand wanders to your head, caressing your hair and gently twisting it around his tattoo covered fingers.

“Y/n, I feel comfortable with you,”

“Xiao, I feel comfortable with you,”’

A LITTLE YKW BELOW

You twist you head up towards Xiao’s and meet his amber eyes with yours. He brings his head closer to you, hot breath floating across your soft skin. “Would… would it be okay if if I kissed you right now,”

Butterflies swirl in your stomach and your heart pounds. “Yes,” you stumble.

His soft lips press against yours, he breaks the touch and moves you to the ground, your head pillowed by the grass, so he’s on top of you. Your hands wander to his hair, tugging on it and pulling him impossibly closer. He let out a soft, deep sigh into the crook of your neck, sending shivers through your body. His mouth exploring the entirety of your neck and your jaw.

You let out soft sighs as his lips flutter across the said areas.

“Your’re so beautiful, I could never get enough of you,” he whispers.

You attempt to thank him, but it just ends up sputtering out as soft series of moans.

He brings his forehead back up to yours and brings them together. “Why don’t we go have a real party at my house,”

“That sounds wonderful” You laughingly reply.

[just-a-poor-boy-queen]

That kiss always makes my heart melt. They’re in a room full of people but at the same time, it’s like they’re the only two who exist. Freddie looks so happy and comfortable, and the kiss is so tender. I’ve seen people try to compare it to Freddie pecking his friends on the lips but it’s nowhere near the same. Anyone with eyes can see that.

Ykw, someone recently pointed out that Jim was actually leaning in to say something in Freddie's ear, but Freddie thought that he was going to kiss him. That's why Freddie kissed him, and Jim just went ahead with it😭 You can then see Jim whispering something in Freddie's ear after their kiss.

This is a longer version than the one I posted earlier (thanks to @myfairyqueenmercury)

But yeah, in all these clips, it's clear that they had eyes only for each other🥰

[kaialone]

Quick question. I saw on twitter that you mentioned that the Shadowside had things set up, but were changed after Hino stopped writing. You said something about Junior, but were there any other things you think were supposed to be different. Genuinely curious, because I haven't noticed anything, but I'm usually not very good at noticing these types of things. (Love your blog, and I hope you have a nice day!)

Thank you! (Sorry for the slightly late response ^^;)

Well, I’m not sure if I have much to say on this, I don’t have any actual background information of course, there’s just a bit one can read into it.

It’s gonna be a bit long, so I’m putting it under a read more.

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The first episode is written by Hino, and in it we see some set ups that don’t really get picked up much afterwards.

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One simple example is actually that Movie 4 and the PV for the first episode still used the OG tribes, Charming, etc, but by the time the first episode came out, the Charming symbol on Jibanyan’s arc was changed to Mononoke, from the new system. This means at that point, the new tribe system was just getting invented, and it also indicated Shadowside was kinda suffering from the fact that it was made before YKW4, so changes in mechanics like this were harder to implement.

I feel this is prolly why we don’t got tribe songs anymore, which is a real pity. Like Shadowside the anime couldnt have them, cause the tribe system was literally still being invented as the show was made, and YKW4 the game couldnt have them because well, gotta stick to what the anime did.

But thats more a mechanics thing and isnt tied directly to the narrative.

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For a narravtive example, the first episode is mostly told from Keisuke’s perspective, and while I don’t think that has to mean he was going to be the main character at some point, it did make it seem like there was at least  the idea of more character development for him.

It made sense to start the series with him, since he has this outsider perspective, but it also sets him up as this easily frightened kid who denies the supernatural. So in the first episode, a major point for him is accepting the existence of yokai, partially through the help of his deceased friend, who has become a yokai.

The episode ends with him saying to himself “Yokai definitely exist, I know this because my best friend is one”.

And yet, immediately afterwards in the next episode, we see Keisuke trying to calm himself by singing “yokai dont exist at all”. Now, one could do something interesting here, like Keisuke fluctuating between what he wants to believe, and have some conflict with that, but

From that point on, all Keisuke ever does is be frightened as a running gag, like the once per episode rule is that he gets scared by the yokai of the week, and thats it. He gets one or two episodes, but even those dont do anything with his character.

In episode 1, Keisuke was a multi-faceted character who happened to be easily frightened and insecure. Every episode after that reduced him to the single trait of “scared”, which maybe a little bit of sass sometimes, but everyone is sassy in the YKW animes.

And then in the final episodes he gets the confidence to help out, but there isnt really much that causes it, outside of a speech from Junior, but in either case, like 50-ish episodes of 0 character focus doesn’t get undone by a tiny bit of focus at the end.

Adding to that, another interesting thing is that like, even though Bourei Banchou is literally his best friend, he never has any interaction with Keisuke again, really.

He gets summoned once in episode 5, where he is taken out in 1 hit with no lip service, and then he is summoned again in the finale as a bit of a nod, but there is no real character there.

What makes this interesting is that in merchandise, Bourei Banchou was actually shown to have a Lightside, Banchō, whom we even get to see some anime-style render of on some cards/stickers:

Considering the development of YKW4 was probably really early at this point (see the part about tribes) it’s unlikely they wouldn’ve created this design unless it was meant to be in the anime.

And when you look at him, he has very typical Yokai Watch sidekick look, doesnt he? So based on that I feel it’s likely that at some point, Banchō was meant to be Keisuke’s yokai partner, and be shown hanging around him and be an actual character and stuff.

But who knows.

One might say “well I don’t care about Keisuke, so I’m glad this didn’t happen” or something, which is a valid opinion to have, I’m just saying it seems obvious there was something dropped here.

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Next we get the “Kaima” aspect. In episode 1, Fukurou’s dart hits a human which transforms him into a “Kaima”, which is what “Wicked Yokai” are called in Japanese, but the Japanese term has slightly different connotations, so…

Anyway, the question in hindsight is like: What the heck was that about?

This never happens again.

In episode 2 he hits the boy, but it doesn’t transform him, it shoots “evil” at Charlie the bike yokai, and Charlie turns bad.

After that he accidentally hits Jinta while trying to hit a human? And I think from that point on he either misses all the time or just hits the yokai directly.

And we never really get any explanation of what these darts even are, really.

Like, we know that supposedly it’s to look for the princess, but why?

Why does hitting humans and/or yokai with evil darts help?

One could assume make it’d awaken the Princess, but then why did he aim for what was clearly random punk jerks?

Did only Fukurou have those darts? If yes, how? And if yes, why was Shuten Douji not upset when Fukurou perished, at the very least over losing those darts?

Why did it only transform people in episode 1? In the very finale, we get people being transformed again, so I feel it maybe have at some point been tied to that, if they had a vague idea of what Soranaki was going to be yet.

But it’s clear there’s specific details that were meant to different.

Also, given what we learn later, why was Fukurou serving Shuten Douji, considering Shuten Douji’s main agenda is eventually revealed to be tied to restoring the power of the Oni Tribe, which Fukurou is not a member of.

It’s not like Shuten Douji has countless minions, he just as Douketstu and Fukurou, so I really gotta wonder why the latter is there.

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Lastly a bit about Junior.

Now, Junior does not appear in the first episode, so this has less to do with Hino’s writing in particular, but I still think there might’ve been different intentions for Junior originally.

In the show itself, Junior is eventually revealed to have been born from pieces of Jibanyan’s body, and that’s really it. Despite this reveal, Junior doesn’t even get any major interactions with Jibanyan.

That in itself kinda feels to me like the anime writers didn’t have much of an idea of what to do with Junior, like they do with most characters.

And in any case, I really do think that originally, at some point in the production, Junior was meant to be born from Jibanyan and Whisper.

I’m not saying he was meant to be their literal baby, but I think he was probably meant to have been created in a similar manner to the show, but with parts of Whisper involved as well.

I mean, Junior’s design invokes traits of Jibanyan and Whisper alike in such a way that I have a really hard time to believe this wasn’t the intention at first.

There’s another reason I believe this, too.

Before Shadowside the anime was out, Hino showed of some early art during an “Inazuma Walker” stream, which mostly focused on Inazuma Eleven, but has some other stuff, too.

When Junior was shown, his co-host jokingly said “Well, everyone can tell this the child of Whisper and Jibanyan”, to which Hino replied “Um, it’s a bit different.”

While Hino does say that “it’s a bit different”, I also feel the co-host probably wouldn’t have made the “it’s Whisper’s and Jibanyan’s kid” joke unless there was a bit of truth to it?

But this is only speculation on my part again, I could be wrong.

Regardless of what Junior’s origin was going to be, we can also see early teasers of YKW4 showing him next to Natsume, almost like a counterpart to Whisper&Jibanyan for Nate, and Nekomata for Shin.

This makes me think that earlier on, Junior was possibly intended as Natsume’s main yokai “sidekick” or at least one of them, possibly fulfilling a role to her that would be similar to Whisper and especially OG Jibanyan.

But in the final product in both Shadowside and YKW4, Junior is more of a tag along, who doesn’t have a particular bond with any of the human characters.

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Alright, those were just some of my thoughts, I hope this is what you were asking about?

Note that I have no idea what the behind-the-scenes of YKW looks like, this is just speculation. And even if I was right, that doesn’t mean any of this was done “behind Hino’s back” or the like. Even when he’s not writing directly, he could still be approving of any change, as far as I know.

To me it just personally felt like the anime writers couldn’t, or didn’t want to, follow up with some of the set-ups Hino made, not just story-wise, but especially characterization-wise.

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[mimimarilynlove]

So what do you think of Coup De Grace?

I’m really enjoying the album so far!! I love it and actually imo it’s his best work to date? (I’ve only listened to the full thing as a whole like, a couple of times and mostly I’m still listening to the songs in small batches ahaha~ but yeah I just take things slower I guess) I love the variety he’s giving us with the tracks, also the fact he’s really pushing his vocal range on this one. I’ve always loved his voice (just, there’s something very comfortable and endearing to the quality of it? both his speaking and singing voice, but yeah I wasn’t really expecting to hear a range that went from the soft whispering verses on Shavambacu to Wrong Side of Life, you know what I mean?) so yeah him exploring the depths of his vocals makes me incredibly happy :’)  

Tbh I’m a little surprised with how… the theme/subject is entirely about the breakup, haha but yeah there we go, that’s what he meant referencing Adele XDD Uhm, in this regard it’s quite different from the previous two, but ykw I love how honest he’s been lyrically, the way he writes in general; I consider myself a pretty emotional person, so naturally I find Miles’ way of expressing his feelings more relatable (= how raw/direct he delivers everything). He’s not afraid to show his vulnerability and it’s absolutely one of things I adore most about him.I do think he improved with writing the verses? Obviously the way he emphasize the main lines/keywords in the chorus is characteristically his sound, I’d say you can definitely tell the difference between the songs on this one to the previous two. Killing the Joke and Shavambacu stands out a lot to me atm bcs they’re very stylistically HIM, and there’s better structure to his composition and that makes me really proud. Haha the only thing I’d say tho is that it’ll take me a bit longer to process the album as a whole? Because the different dynamics/vibes of the tracks on it,,, it’s kinda hard to compare the individual songs so I can’t really rank them yet XDDD

I know there’s some mix responses on songs like Cry On My Guitar, for him not being “original” enough with the material/sound he’s giving us? Personally, I think it’s just the kind of artist and musician Miles wants to be? For me it’s just like being inspired by the artists I admire and wanting to create because of them. I mean, this is a little controversial to talk about but, I don’t see it problematic necessarily because Miles has always been open about his musical influences; he literally talks about his idols like Marc Bolan, Bowie and the Beatles all. the. time. (same thing for COTT and DFWYA, we all know he’s a biiig fan of Oasis and Weller and all the artists he grew up listening to) so yeah… I find it pretty sweet that he’s still acknowledging their sound, because at the end of the day, these were the things that got him excited about making music in the first place. I don’t think every artist have to go for something completely *new* or *unique*, but Miles definitely do have his /own/ sound in all the material he’s given us, be it his own writing or collaborations or even covers. 

Oh yeah, also I’m curious about people’s thoughts on Silverscreen and Cold Light of the Day? I haven’t seen a lot of comments on these and also Something to Rely On but personally I’m very fond of them. Maybe it’s because they remind me of an earlier indie sound they’ve (him and his previous collaborators) had before when they were younger; specifically Silverscreen really reminds me of some of the songs from The Little Flames/Rascals hehe. It’s quite lovely and endearing he’s going back to that (well, kinda) and again that’s just something I didn’t expect before the album came out :3

Anyhow hehe sorry for the ramble but I’m really happy to answer your ask!! Feel free to let me know your thoughts on the record as well \^O^/ thanks again dear and I hope you have a great day