#rambling saan

[misha-69innit]

Thoughts on Saans? too may to count brother

[sebille]

*slides in*

You ever think about how both Zenos and Emet-Selch are caught napping because they're depressed and are trying to skip the "boredom"?

...well...now I'm thinking about it.

:(

[rrinsluvr]

lowkey! nine— hard to get ka daw

"thanks for today!" you beamed as you bid xiao and hutao goodbye. "it's nothing, gusto ka lang namin i-surprise." xiao said, a ghost of a smile adorning his face, hutao simply smirking in the back before she calls out for kazuha who was relaxing on the couch with your cat—maki. "bye din kazuha!!" him and xiao just stared at each other before kazuha ended the silent staring competition after maki jumped off kazuha's lap and walked away, while he waved back to hu tao with a polite smile.

you watched the pair walk back to their car and drive off, waiting for a moment before locking the door and plopping down on the couch with your boyfriend. "na saan si maki?" kazuha chuckled, running his fingers through your hair as you laid on his chest. "umalis siya kanina," and as if on cue, your cat jumps onto him and makes himself comfortable on your boyfriend's chest too. "dapat pala mas madalas wala si kuya." you sighed in content, closing your eyes—wanting to rest after a long day. "rest ka muna, love. i'll wake you up pag malapit na kuya mo." and just before you could reply, kazuha's phone chimed and the notification itself was able to make your stomach churn.

"huh? ba't may pa-heart pa sa name?" you scowled, pushing yourself up to sit properly and face your boyfriend. "it's not what you think," kazuha thinks of any possibilities that someone could've put yunjin's number on his phone, cause he knows damn well he never saved it. "sinave siguro ni hu tao sa phone ko. i already told you before that i never saved it, right?" he assured you, taking your hand in his and giving it a comforting squeeze. this is kazuha we're talking about, your boyfriend of 10 months who agreed to keep your relationship a secret because of your issues, he would never lie to you and you trust him with all your heart.

"when i replied to her a while ago, i didn't have any intentions of building a romantic connection with her or anything. though i can show you off in front of in front of many people, always know that i love you and that i'd wait for you till you're ready." his words make you tear up and bit, moving closer to pull him in a hug. "i love you too, i'm sorry for reacting a bit iffy. knowing what she feels and how she goes on about it just makes me a bit mad sometimes."

"it's fine, love. everytime you feel insecure, everytime you feel doubt, everytime you feel anxious, i'll always be here to remind you that i love you." he hummed, pulling away from your hug to press a small peck on your cheek. that's right, you have nothing to worry about.

—bonus!

"HUY HALA, WRONG ACCOUNT! DELETE DELETE DELETE DELETE" yn said frantically as she deleted her most recent tweet, whereas kazuha just watched in amusement as he checked the gc. "kinabahan saglit katabi niya? ba't siya kinakabahan? ano ba karapatan niya?" kazuha started rambling with slightly furrowed brows and a small pout. then he turned to you who was biting back a laugh, your expression making his own more pleasant. "ang cute mo mag-selos." you laughed, throwing your head back in amusement.

"'kala mo naman di siya nag-seselos kanina.." your boyfriend teased, pinching your cheeks softly. "hard to get ka daw.. eh ikaw nga unang umamin satin! tsaka ba't ako mag-seselos dun, sino ba siya?" you rolled your eyes as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "sige sabi mo eh." "putanginamo di nga 'yon selos!"

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[thatcheeseycandle]

//WAKE UP YOU LOT TW FOR MAJOR SPOILERS ON IPOS'S CHP. 35 BLUE PETER ITS TIME FOR A READING

Ogdkayahahhaaa OFHHAHgAHANAHAHZHSBSXUGCGDAGCSKHVSBVS

YOU ANEKAY

THE SUMMARY IS ALREADY FRYING UP MY THROAT

wait WIA TWIA TIAUJAIAIAA OLIVA REAT UP FOR GODS SAKE

OLIVIA DO NOT NO NO

North NORTHHRHAHAHDHDVAHAHHAJAAOAOOAOAOA NORHTA REASEARCH

HIS RESEARCH

I TAKE BACK WHAT I SAID OLIVIA GO THROIGH THEM FILES

Wait WAIT. PEONY JUST- OH YEAH THAT MAKES SENSE NGL

STILL NOTING DOWN

Wait A HOUSE??????? WDYM AT ROOSTERA FARM. OKAY YEAH. CONAIDERING A LOT I'D HAVE TO STRETCH OUT A GUESS THAT THIS IS WHERE GNSJOURNAL TOOK PLACE WITH THE LIGHTING

But like I said THATS A FAR ATRETCH SO YEAH COUGHA YEAH

Wait AY AY WAIT. IM GUESAING THAT WAS POLLY NGL YEAH. YEAH THAT WAS POLLY DEF DEF

OKAY I GOTTA SPEEDRUN YHIS READ ITS NEARLY DINNER FOR ME RN AS OF WRITING THIS YEAH THIS SENTENCE

Ay AY. I

I newd I NEED. TO NOT. SCREAM. Give me a sec

Okay I screamed MYAHAIAAAAAAAA MU GOSH

I

I SCREAMED AGAIN WHAT AY AY AY AY OLVIAII OLVIAIA SAAN KA NAAAAAAAA

GOOD GOSH- THIS IS WHY YOU WRITE DOWN ADDRESSES PEONY THIS IS WHY

Ay AYAYAYAYAYAY KING GEORGER CORBYN AYYYYYY

Oh. Oh right Merfyn and his uh COUGH COUGH. BLACK SMOKE. Ah.

Wait so- WAIT. OH THAT LITTLE SHIT. SO WAIT HE MEANT ALL THAT THE ENTIRE TIME. THAT LITTLE PRICK I SWEAR

Oh OH??? WELL DANG. AT LEAST HES BETTER AMIRIGHT-

Well crap thats THATA GONNA BE A SHORT ATORY ISNT IT

Blue pink?? TV GIR- NO NO NOT A TV GIRL REFERENCE DW

Woah WOAH WE GOING ALL NUMBERS NOW AY? THISLL BE INTEREATING NGL

I. Yeah uh COUGHS. A CERTAIN CAPRICORN WILL NOT BE PLEASED AT THAT MERFYN (the names are starting to confuse me IM SORRY)

ah gosh I GOTTA GO EAT SEC

AAAAAAAAA AI HAVE NEVER EATEN DINENR THAT FATS OGAHHSHS MY STOMAVH YEAH ITS GONNA EXPLODE

RIGHT BACK TO YEAH

My goah GOOD GOSH- MERFYN????? YOU PRICK YOUR LITERALLY MORE THAN A PRICJ NGL

Oh OG???????? NO WAY NO WAYAYHABDHDHDHAHAHHDDH

TAKE THAT KING II

Ah gosh KING GEORGE YOU DID THE ONLY THING YOU COULD DW

WAIT. LET ME PROCESS ALL OF THAY PLEASE

AY AYAYAYYYYYY BLUE PETER

HEREA TH MAN OF THE HOUR LETS GO LETA GOOOOO

Oh. Right good gosh- RIGHT. I KEEP FORGETTING THAT. OUGH. IT HURTS

WAAAAITYTT

I JUST SCREAMED IM SO SORY BUT GOODF SOH

STH AND EMOLY

Insrrt me reading all fo this wjusy speechless until-

"I just don't know! I'm confused, alright! What is this, a therapy session?!" I JUST. I BURSTED IM SORRY

THATS WHAT EVERY SCENE LIKE THIS FEELS LIKE GAGAHAHAHDGDHDHDH

IDK WHY I JUST BURSTED INTO LAUGHTER FOR THAT LONG DHFJFHJSHS

BACK TO SERIOUS MODE

Insrry me getting up and just ranting and rambling and sayung a kot after reading that yeah the thing Blue Oeter asked being "Are you offering mr a place on Sodor, sir?"

OHMYGAHAHAHAHAHGDJDUDDH

I COULDNT CONTAIN MYAELF I HAD TO I NEEDED TO JUST LET OUT ALL THE WORDS ALL THE SVREAMEA

MY GOASYJAJAJAIDH

I

IK SAINT MUNGO IS HAVIGN FUN WITH TORNADO AND CHARLIE

BUT GOOD GOSH HE NEEDS TO GET BACK TO BLUE OETER RN

RN. AS IN RN RN.

"AAGUWUAHABAAAAA MY THROAT" -what I just screamed out

Ay AY AY AY ITS THE BTI

WE'RE FINALLY HERE WITH THE AUSSIES LETS GO

Oh gosysb GREY GREY NONONOONONO

INSERT ME JUST AAYIMG VARIATIONS OD NO DONT DO IT IRL YEAH

OH THANK YOU PENDENNIS THANK GOD AND ABOVE GOSH

Ay ay AY AY

RIGHT TRURO- RIGHT. GOD UH. RIGHT

Bittern OFUJDDHDH I LOVE YOU GOOD GOSH FINALKY SOMEONE SAYING AOMETHING LIKE TGAT

"Course not! He's out in his human build right?" gREY MY GIRL HAGSHDHDH GOOD GOD

HDFHDJSHSH YEAH JUST CASUAL CASUAL

Ah God whos gonna tell Pendennis HAGHAGAHAGSHSGD

Insert me standong up just saying variations of oUGFFHHF and just irl jeyboard smashes

Insert me just being shocjed and hust rambling lshocked at what Horatio just did and how he looks

OHNSFAJAGAHAHHAHDD

PAUSE. SIT. CALM. I NEED TO PROCESS THAT

SERIOUSLY I MEAN. CONSIDERING HOW EXPOSED WE, THE READERS, ARE TO GDCS ALREADY I MEAN YEAH I WAS NEAR THE LEVEL OF SHOCK-NESS GREY AND GOLD HAD

Look LOOK IK ITS BEEN SAID LIKE HEY YEAH GDCS ARENT MUCH NORMAL AND YEAH MOST ENGINES ARENT AWARE OF THAT YADAYADAYADA YKNOW

but sraly I DIDNT KNOW IT WAS THIS SEVERE

Wait. QUICJSILVLERR?????

JAQUELINE- JAQULEINEGSHAJAAAAAAAAAAAA

OKAY IM YEAH YEAH

WDYM HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITG HER PAST??????

.

WAIT

HOW ON EARTH DOES JAQUELINE KNOW THAT. WAIT- IS SHE OKAY????????? NAH NAH SRSKY IS THIS WOMAN OKAY LIKE GOOD GOSH.

WDYM YOU JUST KNOW??????? WDYM. LIKE

WDYM RAT OUT TO THE GOLDEN ORDER???????

I

WHAT

WHTAAYAUAAAAAAAA

INSETRRYREY ME HAVING A HEART ATYACJ OHGMAUAUAOAB MERRY IS JAQUELINE BUT EAIT HOW I MEAM HOW HOW I JSYTS DID SHE DIE OR DID NORTH WHAT HUH WHAT HAPPEHHAJAAAAAAAAAA

[qethnehzul]

Not sure if this was answered but—Is Casil shorter than her own children or did her spawn inherit her genes of tiny

I... I don’t know if I’ve ever stated much about the kid’s height.

At least as far as Dein and Saan goes since everything else is eternally up in the air atm, Dein is 5′07″ and Saan is 5′09″ - so they’re shorter than Miraak’s 6′09″, but WAY taller then poor 4′07″ Casil.

They’re like. Vaguely average human height. Unlike either parent.

[i-like-yoongi-a-latte]

Ystävät, pimeä vuodenaika on läsnä, joten

KÄYTTÄKÄÄ HEIJASTIMIA

vaikka olis kuinka katuvalot päällä tai "ei niin hämärää", laittakaa edes yksi heijastin 🙏🏻

[rosetta-stoned-bitch]

Okay I know what followed was tragic but this was the most legendary exchange of all times

Luther: Love doesn't have to hurt this much

Lila: *Gags*

[i-could-bee-an-angel]

.

[lotuslia]

Can kela pls stop processing my application and just decide on whether i get money on monday or not pls i want to pay my rent on time

[chuuyrr]

HI ATE CHU!!!! Namiss ako makipag interact sayo! i was under i think -Em💤 nun the last time nakipag interact po ako sainyo noong december yata!!! Pero how are you ate? i hope you're faring fine!

Also pwede po ba pa-request ng scarlet witch bby x bungou stray dogs kung saan nagh-help si bby sa mga works ng mga Armed Detective Agency ?? and mga shenanigans na mag e-ensue doon. Plus mga after ng mga pangyayari ay trineat nila si bby reader ng fav food niya! yun lang po thank yu te!

scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader helps the armed detective agency

jujutsu kaisen x reader x bungou stray dogs

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╰➤ PAIRING(s): platonic! bungou stray dogs x reader

omg ka bhie. ikaw pala si emz, hello :) namiss den kita hoy!! sabi q, bat parang nawala si emz sa inbox q lately, am saur glad you're back for another request. im doing well bb, ineenjoy q summer break q hehe, hope u r doing ok too at ayorn, enjoy reading!! ancute ng request super ♡

the armed detective agency was no place for children, yet somehow, it became a place of comfort for you. you always find yourself in this world, particularly in this very place. dazai is held responsible for you most of the time. he needs a decent excuse to get away with not doing his work, but also because he likes being around you.

the rest of the detectives had also taken a liking to you. you definitely saw fukuzawa as your grandfather-figure of sorts. he's practically the father of the armed detective agency. you like him as much as you like dazai. you often run straight into his arms, wanting an "up-up" or to be carried, and well, he often invites you to his office for rice buns and tea, as well as to chat with you or hear you ramble while he works. 

you definitely saw atsushi and kyouka as siblings, just like junichiro, naomi, kenji, and dazai; yosano as your auntie, and ranpo and kunikida as your uncles. all of them were kind of like your family in another universe. you have nicknames or some sort of endearment towards each of them, and you like bonding with them in your own way.

just like fukuzawa, kunikida likes listening to you ramble and enjoys your company, you telling him about your world and jujutsu stuff and the like. in the meantime, you and kenji are quite wholesome together. you like talking about animals and the differences between rural and urban life, and can be quite chaotic together. as for yosano, she likes shopping with you and, well, just like any single baddie aunt, she spoils you rotten, like gojo. on the other hand, atsushi and kyouka enjoy spending quality time with you. lastly, junichiro shares with you the food he cooks, and naomi, along with kirako, likes to braid your hair and talk about clothes and accessories with you.

you have grown used to how the armed detective agency works and you're well-educated on the tasks they handle. you often observe from the side when they are busy, not only because you don't want to bother them, but also because you know how important detective work is in helping people, and they don't want to involve you in it because they believe you're too young for such, or so they thought.

however, this one time in particular, the armed detective agency has caught themselves in a corner in an investigation given to them. unfortunately, ranpo was handling a case and therefore not at present. making the task at hand difficult to decipher. it was that much of a hard nut to crack open. 

"this is hopeless. we can't solve this without ranpo-san." atsushi drew out a defeated sigh as he rubbed his temples.

dazai is considered as one of the agency's sharpest detectives, but dazai being dazai, he was procrastinating and unmotivated, and what did he do? he remembered what you and ranpo like to bond over, apart from snacks and sweets that he openly shares with you, solving mystery games and novels. that's right, ranpo taught you how to deduce, and dazai knows how you're an incredibly fast learner for your age.

he taught you how to pick locks, showing you the execution once, and yet, you were able to pull it off in a short span of time, especially back at your home when you snuck into gojo's secret and locked stash of sweets and the cursed weapon warehouse.

you sat at his desk, drawing on scratch paper he gave you along with some colored pens and crayons. with open arms and a smile, the messy brown-haired man grabbed your attention, "hey, [name]-chan! can you come here for a second?" 

you got off the chair, leaving your unfinished drawing on his desk, and immediately ran up to him with an excited smile, thinking he and the others were finished with work. "what is it, dazai-nii?" you asked rather excitedly.

"oi, dazai. get back to work and leave [name] alone." kunikida groaned in annoyance, rubbing his temples. "you two can play later."

"oh, no. we aren't going to play, kunikida-kun." dazai said to kunikida before picking you up in his arms and carrying you towards the table that was littered with important documents, data and pictures.

"we're going to solve this investigation together." a smile had curved its way onto dazai's lips, earning him a series of astonished looks, including yours.

"really?" you blinked, eyes lighting up along with a grin across your face. "we are?"

now, dazai didn't just want to test his prediction, he wanted to see it for himself, your capability. if you can solve the challenging mystery novels and games you do together with ranpo, then this should be a piece of cake. you were given tips and tricks, personally taught by the world's greatest detective after all.

kenji tipped the side of his head, "eh, [name]-chan?"

"but i thought we made it clear we're not involving [name] in our works?" kunikida argued, concerned. "this isn't a child's play, dazai!"

"ah, ah! no more talking! i know what i'm doing okay?" dazai was able to convince them after arguing and being persistent.

he proceeded to let you loom and peer at the pieces of information on the table as he continued to carry you in his arms. "just think of this like the mystery novels and cases you and ranpo-kun solve for fun, except this one is real. it's not a fake. now, i want to know your take on this, [name]-chan. "

"okay!" you chimed, nodding.

within five minutes of reading through the evidence and data gathered before you, you had sent the armed detective agency a run for their money.

"this is just like the mystery novel that ranpo-nii and i read and solved together!" you softly gasped, "all eight of them are the suspects. the evidence makes it look like one person did it, but that's not it. if you look at this and that.." you proceeded to connect the dots together and point out major flaws that made perfect sense, which kunikida doubted at first, and my god. he was wrong about you.

they were able to confirm it as soon as you deduced it. dazai, kunikida, and atsushi took you with them to the station. you got the eight suspects you claimed to confess and admit, and your deduction perfectly matches what they said. the head of police was shocked to find out that you, a mere child, had solved it.

were you actually a variant of ranpo in secret?

"yipee!" you squealed, jumping up and down. "did i do good? did i go good?"

"case closed! you did well, little belladonna." dazai announced, proceeded to nuzzle his nose to your nose, eliciting a giggle from you. "i knew you'd be able to solve it without my or ranpo's help."

"[name]-chan deduced it just like ranpo-san.." atsushi inhaled sharply, staring at you in so much disbelief. "you were amazing!" he breathed out, smiling.

"my, my. it looks like the agency has another sharpest detective in the making." yosano smiled at you as she shook her head.

"good work, detective [name]-chan." fukuzawa proceeded to ruffle your hair affectionately, looking down at you proudly. "ranpo will definitely like to hear it when he comes back."

and since then, whenever the armed detective agency was in a tight spot, or simply when ranpo and dazai weren't available or cooperating, they got you to help them. you might be a toddler, but you are smart and quick-witted. your chaos magic was incredibly useful too; from reading minds to gather intel to preventing people from being hurt and apprehending the perpetrator, whether they're ability users or not.

this one time, you were with dazai, kunikida and atsushi, and the suspect had slipped from your grasp. the three of them just looked away for a split second when you disappeared from their line of sight 💀

"[name]-chan?! [name]-chan!" atsushi, of course, was panicking. "where did you go?!"

"crap, don't tell me [name] went to chase after him." kunikida then proceeded to grab dazai by the collar and nearly strangled him. "this is what i told you about bringing [name] for this one! what if [name] got hurt? what if she somehow gets overpowered? that man is an ability-user!"

dazai was unfazed and simply pointed a finger in the horizon, holding a rather funny expression. "kunikida-kun, atsushi-kun, there's our little belladonna."

the weretiger and doppo poet user both turned around in unison just as an explosion went off and screamed as they immediately ran. you were on top of a very tall building and had the suspect cornered by the edge. as the man proceeded to jump off, you did too, but your red psionics levitated you along with the man you constricted using your powers. you fell into atsushi's arms safely and kunikida couldn't help but give the culprit a good smack on the head and a literal scolding for making you chase after him and, well, giving them all a heart-attack except dazai. he genuinely thought it was funny to see kunikida and atsushi panic.

"are you okay, [name]-chan? you're not hurt anywhere, are you?" atsushi patted you all over.

"how did you find him, [name]-chan?" dazai raised a brow, folding his arms across his chest as he sauntered towards you.

"his thoughts were all over the place and i found him because of it." you explained, pointing at your head, indicating your mind-reading ability. "it was a fun game of tag! he runs fast!"

"yes, a game of tag.. of course.." atsushi sweatdropped.

sometimes, you don't have to deduce anything. you simply accompany one or two of them to important places or just help them around in the office. even though they insisted it was fine, you insisted on assisting them, no matter how big or small. atsushi, kyouka, junichiro, naomi, kenji, yosano, and kunikida definitely give you easier tasks, while dazai and ranpo give you whole ass investigations to work on for fun, and you honestly prefer the solving stuff.

whether you help them with something big or small, the armed detective agency rewards you every single time, but even if you're just there in the office, they flat out spoil you either way.

"good work today, [name]-chan!" dazai picked you up in his arms, smothering you in affection just like how your dad, gojo, would whenever he praises you or just wants to baby you. "you know what this calls for?"

"what? what?" you asked rather excitedly.

"a reward for helping us out!" atsushi clasped his hands together, smiling at you.

"really?" you squeaked, eyes widening.

after a long day of helping the armed detective agency, they took you to your favorite restaurant here in the city and rewarded you with [favorite food], a dish you like to eat and order back at home. yokohama, or this world, makes your [favorite food] more differently and thus yummier.

"ah! [favorite food]!" you gasped, clapping your hands. "i haven't had [favorite food] for so long!"

"eat as much as you like, [name]-chan. you deserve it." fukuzawa placed a hand on the top of your head, ruffling your hair affectionately, staring at you with a proud smile. "you're part of the armed detective agency after all," he said.

"thank you uncle fukuzawa, and everyone!" you cried out happily, smiling ever so brightly.

bonus scene:

"[name]-chan.. i can't seem to solve this one.."

you were at the armed detective agency office once again. you were playing with kenji and kyouka since they weren't really busy when dazai called out your attention. he was slumped on his desk, groaning and unmotivated, while atsushi sweatdropped as he typed away his report.

"oi! dazai, leave [name] alone and do your work for once. stop making a child do it for you!" kunikida proceeded to smack dazai in the head as he gritted out.

"but i really can't.." dazai proceeded to whine, dramatically draping an arm over his forehead. of course he could do it, but he was procrastinating and he wanted to see your smart little self in action. "[name]-chan! help me out hereee.."

"but uncle kunikida said not to." you answered in response, pouting a little.

"i'll treat you [favorite food]. i'll get you [favorite drink] and kikufuku too! how about it, [name]-chan? we'll play all day long too!" dazai exclaimed.

"really?!" you disappeared into a red mist and appeared right beside dazai instantly.

"mhm! you heard that right, [name]-chan!" dazai stated rather proudly, pinching your cheek with a closed-eye smile before grinning devilishly at the blonde. "and we'll be putting it on your uncle kunikida's tab."

"yay!" you clapped your hands, and jumped up and down with excitement. "uncle kunikida you're the best!"

"NO YOU WILL NOT!"

you ended up helping dazai out in his work despite kunikida's protest, and true to his words, he treated you [favorite food], [favorite drink] and kikufuku, but the two of you had to make a run for it from kunikida, him carrying you in his arms as he dashed out of the restaurant.

"GET BACK HERE!" an angry kunikida screamed.

"dazai-nii! uncle kunikida is chasing after us!" you tugged at dazai's collar, pointing at the person behind you two.

dazai exclaimed with a mischievous smile, "he's playing a game of tag with us! i think this calls for your wiggly-woos magic to teleport us!"

with that, the two of you began to glow red, along with your [color] eyes. it was a good thing your chaos magic cancels out dazai's no longer human ability with ease since it is chaos magic, a power that breaks law and order, true to its name and nature.

"[NAME]! DON'T!" kunikida's eyes widened.

you waved at him as dazai turned around to him, sticking his tongue out before the two of you disappeared from his sight. shenanigans always ensue whenever you and dazai were together, and let's just say, you ended up taking him somewhere unexpected.

"KIKUFUKU, WHO IS THIS?!"

[misha-69innit]

Girls will listen to Saans and almost cry every time

[sebille]

I come back to you now, at the turn of the tide, to ask what would Ayla do if she went back in time in Garlemald some 10 years or some such? u3u

Oh god if current day Ayla went back in time? That is....difficult to answer. I don't know what she COULD do tbh. She knows that Emet-selch / Solus is 100% willing to kill her if pushed over the edge from her experiences in SHB - She knows that talking to Varis would do as much as talking to a wall and Zenos is a depressed 16 year old. Maybe I can't come up with anything bc I don't know enough about the lore to come up with anything lmao. <3

[bepu]

mä vittu tukehdun näihin tunteisiin.

oon tehny koko päivän oppimispäiväkirjaa ja oon kirjottanu puol sivua koska mun sisällä kuohuu niin paljon et varmaan räjähdän kohta.

mä en jaksa pitää tätä mun sisällä kun tunnen raivoa ja ahdistusta ja surua ja ylipäätään vaan niin pahaa oloa et tää ei mee varmaan ikinä pois. eikä kukaan voi auttaa tai ymmärtää enkä mä halua puhua kellekään kun aina vaan valitan samoista asioista.

mä en haluu olla täällä mut en haluu olla missään muuallakaan ja mä en enää osaa mitään eikä musta voi tulla mitään. 

ei mulla oo enää kun lapsenomasta toivoa ja mun on pakko pitää siitä kynsillä viimeseen asti kiinni koska se on ainut mitä mulla on.

en jaksa enää yhtään väärää sanaa tai katsetta.

[tetsvhoe]

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#25 i almost love you

– oh ayan onting backstory chaka redemption arc kay aiko baka may maka relate

– omg finally chapter di ko na to hahabaan basta thank you so much for the support and the laughs! this was my first ever smau and series i hope you all enjoyed and i hope to see you in my future works!

– wag niyo kalimutan si anak ni imelda at anak ng mafia boss, ha? :(( <3

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iwaizumi shuts his phone off with a faint click, throws his head back against the headrest and shuts his eyes. he feels lightheaded, hands clam around his phone and the steering wheel subconsciously. was he always this nervous to talk to you? he can’t remember the last time he’s seen your face, the last time since he’s heard your voice. he misses it so much it makes his heart clench.

he lets out a long shaky breath as he wills himself to open his eyes, peer out the window. the club lights pulse faintly in the darkness of the night, he hears the faint music and clamor of club goers. the team’s last reply was from roughly an hour ago. he shivers thinking how he managed to cut the drive time in half and thanks the heavens for the mostly barren roads he drove through.

he can only imagine how everyone must be hammered by now. the “demonic hour” as they collectively dubbed 3:00am, is nearing. the demonic hour is when ushijima starts speaking in english considerably louder than his usual stern yet soft spoken voice. bokuto slouched against his seat, arms over his chest, passed out and snoring steadily. atsumu and sakusa may start swapping personalities soon, osamu and suna are talking about extraterrestrial life, and hinata is probably stumbling on the dancefloor holding in the urge to puke. iwaizumi also fondly recalls your friends, how kiyoko would be sleeping on top of the table, god forbid someone tries to wake her. alisa would be flirting with someone’s girlfriend, and tendou making everyone take “shots” of water, nearly falling off as he laughs at their muscle memory reactions as if they are still taking a slug of alcohol.

and of course, his mind wanders to you. how you slur your words and swear you’re not that drunk. you gauge each miniscule action and word carefully in an attempt to prove to everyone you’re sober, but it only gives you away so much more because you’re moving in x0.75 playback speed. he catches himself smiling at the mere thought and blushes though he’s alone in his car. the demonic hour turns you to an angel, quite ironically. you’re poutier than usual and throw a hissy fit at iwaizumi when he refuses to get you lugaw or mamiin the middle of the night out, not like he can resist your pleads for long anyway. you can’t keep up with the usual playful banter anymore and flirt terribly.

the thought of some other man finding you during your demonic hour flings iwaizumi out of the driver’s seat and he’s marching into the club before he knows it. it doesn’t take long for him to weave his way in and navigate your group, and the scene he finds is exactly as he imagines, but where are you?

“ten, ten, saan siya?” he shakes tendou into sobriety. he peers up at him with dazed eyes before grinning widely upon recognizing iwaizumi.

“oy, tangina mo! ano ginagawa mo dito?” the red head laughs. “‘di ko sure lumabas daw siya saglet.”

the rest of the group slowly registers iwaizumi’s presence, greeting him with clumsy high fives and fist bumps and “ba’t andito ka, kupal?”, “late na late na ba’t humabol ka pa?”, “akala namin di ka pwede ngayon?” and he returns each greeting half-heartedly as he constantly searches for your shadow in the crowd.

suna teases iwaizumi’s panicked state before pointing out you might have gone outside for a smoke. a sour feeling brews in his stomach; how could they have let you gone alone, why weren’t they sure where you went? but he saves the frustration in favor of finding you as soon as possible.

he all but runs outside through a back door near the bar which leads to a terrace overlooking the parking lot. his whole body stills as he sees your back turned to him, the heavy metal door creaks to a close, letting the loud pounding of the club music fade. he half expects to see you barely able to hold your weight with your own legs or with another guy, probably why he was so worked up in the first place, but you were alone. you seemed sober enough. it scared him even more.

as if feeling his presence, you look over your shoulder. iwaizumi debates turning on his heel and making a bee line for the exit, back to his car, and driving another hour or so to manila, but he’s frozen in his place.

you offer him a small smile, motioning for him to join you. “hayop ka anong ginagawa mo dito, ha? nag-drive ka pa, eh late na late na.”

iwaizumi is hit with the realization that in all that time he was driving alone with his thoughts, he didn’t even think of all the things he wanted to say to you. his head was simultaneously full and empty, there was just you.

“ikaw kasi kani-kanino ka nagpapa-picture. akala ko pag-papalit mo na ‘ko,” he manages to blurt out, yet you don’t miss the way his remark lacks the usual sass and playfulness.

“tama naman. ayoko na sa’yo eh,” you laugh, glancing over your shoulder to catch his scowl and an ad-libbed curse. your features soften when you notice the seriousness in his features as he stares into the nothingness ahead. you’re about to ask him if something was wrong when he sucks in a sharp breath.

“ako gusto ko sa’yo,” he says matter-of-factly, eyes meeting yours.

“what?” you laugh nervously, suddenly hyper aware of the way your heart hammers against your chest, of how you get a whiff of his usual perfume because you’re so close, the dark circles under his eyes, the distraught etched on his furrowed brows.

“i said i like you,” he repeats louder and firmer.

“i know what you said, i’m not sure i understand—”

“i like you, fuck i… i don’t know why it took me this long to say it to your face, but if i’m being honest, i was just afraid. i still am, but between being afraid of my own emotions and being afraid of fucking this up, i am actually quite fucking terrified of losing you more than anything else,” he rambles in one breath, words trembling but intense. it knocks the air out of your lungs, and you don’t know why tears start lining your eyes. “i might… even be falling in love with you fuck—”

“haji…” you whisper, body turning towards him like a magnet. he lets out a breath he didn’t know you were holding, oh how he missed you calling him that so soft and endearingly. “you have no idea how long i’ve waited for you to finally grow the balls to say that,” you chuckle, almost bitterly. “but i don’t know how to go about with this anymore.”

“let me set things right. i know we did things out of order, but i want to make us work,” he pleads, rough hands coming up to softly stroke your cheek with his knuckles.

your lips form a tight-lipped smile. he knows you’re about to ramble and finds it adorable. “i’m… i���m not so sure anymore, this is more complicated than i initially thought. w-what about the distance? haji, i’m not built for long distance i—”

iwaizumi grabs your wrist and pulls you against his chest. a strong arm wraps around your waist, his other hand holds the back of your head. you can feel both your hearts beating harshly against your chests, your cheeks heating up while you relish his embrace.

he places soft kisses onto your temple, whispering. “don’t worry that pretty little head of yours too much, there’s no rush. i’ll wait for you for as long as it takes. maghihintay ako.”

your eyes flutter open, light seeps through your vision and iwaizumi’s blurred figure slowly becomes clearer. he’s sat on an office chair, pulled right next to your bed. he watches over you with a soft smile.

“good morning, tomador.”

“tangina mong manyak, kanina mo pa ako pinapanood matulog?” you yawn, stretching your arms and limbs. did he not sleep at all? If he did, that shabby office chair couldn’t have been comfortable in the least. “akala ko ba babalik ka rin agad sa manila, akala ko umalis ka na kagabi.” you sit up, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. the clock reads 6:07am.

iwaizumi tilts his head to the side as he eyes you, a small smile tugs at his lips while you glare at him. “cute mo pala pag bagong gising,” he remarks. “gusto ko lang siguraduhin natatandaan mo pa ‘yung kagabi.” he stands up, pushing the chair back and walks over to cup your cheeks.

“oo naman, tanga. ‘di naman ako lasing kagabi—”

“ano sinabi ko?”

you blink back, stunned. you know what he means, but suddenly can’t get the words out of your mouth.

“hm? akala ko ba natatandaan mo, anong sinabi ko sayo kagabi?” he smirks, squishing your cheeks together in his hand.

“uh… s-sabi mo ano, gusto mo ako.”

“gusto lang?”

“baka… sabi mo baka mahal mo na rin ako,” your ears burn up as the words leave your mouth, you attempt to look away but iwaizumi jerks your face to look at him smirking menacingly at your flushed state. “chaka ano pa?”

“sabi mo mag hihintay ka, ‘yan okay na! tangina mo,”you pry his hands off and attempt to close in on yourself by hiding behind the strands of hair that fall over your face.

“good girl,” he chuckles. “una na ‘ko, ha? tawagan nalang kita mamaya, tulog ka ulit maaga pa.”

you nod wordlessly, still avoiding his gaze. you watch his retreating figure, but he halts right in front of the door. he looks over his shoulder, “bye, i almost love you,” and winks.

summer didn’t last a hundred and four days, not this time. iwaizumi came to visit you a few times over the course of barely a month and a half of vacation. you managed to make it work for until then. he was even more busy tending to documents and requirements for his fourth year on top of helping his mom and grandmother, but he made time for you. he always did.

you both made adjustments to accommodate the distance. regular phone calls, curt text updates, movie marathons on discord, sometimes with your squammy group of friends. some things stayed the same, the regular cussing each other out, the snide remarks, the usual roasts. except this time, days end on an “i almost love you” note.

as you’re running late for your first day of third year, you realize barely anything has changed. and when you run out of the house, hopping on one foot as you tried to stuff the other into your shoe, you see iwaizumi parked outside of your house, leaning against his car, and twirling his keys on his finger, he manages to make your world come to a standstill once again.

“good morning, anak ng mafia boss. late na po tayo, bilisan mo na dyan.”

just like that, you’ve come full circle.

[alxx-lee]

My other Dragonborn, Saan-wu is my Argonian Dragonborn who became the leader of the Companions.

She is a stalwart woman, she grew up wandering all around Tamriel. Saan-wu is a unique individual as her family has an interesting lore behind their history that takes place ever few hundred years depending on circumstance. A girl born into the family will take on the visage of the family's ancestor, Strikes-first. An Argonian woman who lead the fighter's guild in the second era and has done some impressive deeds to make her a notable person in their history. Strikes-first was a woman who had vowed that in her life and in death will do what she can to protect the innocent in times of hardships and will rise from the dead to do so. With that vow, one girl in the family will share her visage when hard times hit.

For every time a crisis has arisen, a girl is born before it happens as if it is fated for Strikes-first to rise from the grave to complete her vow. Due to this, several women in their family history have risen up from humble beginnings and rose to power. In this time, She is Strikes-first's latest incarnation, Saan-wu has been told the importance of her birth all her life by her parents and for it, a lot of expectations have been placed on her. With the help of her parents and their reassurance that no matter what she does and what happens in her future, they will always be proud of her and she will always know when to do the right thing.

Her parents raised her on the road, they were traveling mercenaries that took money and jobs wherever they could get it. They were more often just bodyguards for some noble or sent to intimidate someone, this was the life that Saan-wu knew and her parents have taught her to limit her emotions and never take things personally. This has shaped her into a near emotionless killing machine that would gladly do what someone paid her to do without a second thought. She does still have morals that guide her through life and keep her on the straight and narrow path; she never harms innocent people who have done nothing, she will not kill someone, she will not willingly serve a malicious person, she will protect the innocent if they need it, she will not accept coin from poorer individuals and will instead give them money.

When her parents died, she vowed to fulfill her destiny and to make them proud. This pledge leads her to join the companions and becoming a were-creature and a worshipper of the daedric prince Hircine. When she was still a whelp in the companions she met an interesting Orc on her travels for the Companions and her crusade against the silver hand, she met Ghorbash. The two were an odd pair as they both were battle hardened people whose feelings meant little to them but their loyalties ran deep to those they trusted. It was a surprise when these two became closer and eventually married, Saan-wu became an honorary blood-kin with her marriage to Ghorbash. The two became very close and Ghorbash supported his Argonian wife in her endeavors and was there was she became the new Harbinger and was there when she ended the dragon crisis.

Family life for them isn't them but they did adopt two children and raised them like their parents before them.

[qethnehzul]

On the plus side, Saan’s terrible little demiprince child can probably pass as a vaguely normal bosmer kid - they’ve got a skin tone back to being similar to Casil’s, and their short (albeit weird) little antlers are fairly bosmeri-ish. Until they pull some weird daedra shit.

Saan probably thinks of really... mean names to  name them initially, but kinda resigns and realizes how... awful that is of her. So she names them Fahluaan (Gardener). They’re probably very... skittish and reserved, and don’t have a lot to say. They won’t talk in groups of people, and spend most of their time hiding behind their closest family. Fahluaan would probably be born a he, but it’s probably quickly apparent that Fahluaan has some ability to alter their form - and they sort of flip flop between their sex + gender appearance and ultimately use neutral pronouns once they’re old enough to understand that and pick. 

They’re a good kid really, despite the people around them and their father. As can probably be expected of Mora’s kid, they’re very quite bright, and have a understanding of the world around them far beyond what they should for their age. Which... includes a understanding of their position in the family, and circumstance of the last few generations of shit. Even with Saan being very careful and firm about making sure Fahluaan feels loved and wanted, they’re always uncertain about their place in the world.