#shush mira

[briannasroger]

Worked my last day at my school almost a month ago and it's really weird to be a full-time grad student now. I've been doing two jobs for a year and half, then two jobs + grad school for the last four months. It's weird to have free time. I feel like I'm constantly forgetting something.

[briannaswriter]

rping for realsies for the first time in ages has me feeling a Lot

[daily-odile]

Happy birthday Isabeau!!!!

and a bonus small gift from a certain someone...

[arthrmorgann]

IRINA AMELL (origins) | MIRA HAWKE (da2)

GAIA LAVELLAN (inquisition) | KARA INGELLVAR (veilguard)

Tagged by: @crownrots to make some peeps in this picrew! So I decided to make my canon Dragon Age girlies!

Tagging: (apologies in advance if you've been tagged previously - I'm super out of the loop as usual!) @queennymeria @risingsh0t @breadedsinner @merdruid @number-one-buffa-fan @leviiackrman @faerune

[noroalia]

going through art folders because hey girls. why are you guys in my streamer fanart folder

[kyri45]

PREV / NEXT / ALL / FIRST (ISAT Sky: Cotl!AU!)

Day 10 of drawing with the left hand: If the characters weren't hard enough I knew I have made my life 300% times harder now that i have to draw those in every panel as well

BUT WHO CARES CAUSE CAPE TIME! Isa cape is inspired by warrior of love and mindful miner, Mirabelle cape is inspired by troupe juggler, shushing light scholar and Pink Bloom, while Odile one s inspired by bumbling boatswine!

AND YES SIF HAS SOME STRANGE FEELINGS SEEING HIS BOYFRIEND WITH CAPE FROM HIS CULTURE

And Bonnie CANONICALLY ONLY run in the naruto chibi run mode now. They are also a Kalimba / Handpan kid, FIGHT ME!

Actually, which instruments you guys think the rest of the family play? My headcanons are:

Siffrin: Ocarina ( I headcanon they had the Manta Ocarina as a child but he kept playing with a normal ocarina after The Wish)

Odile: Cello

Mira: piano

Isa: not sure! let me hear your suggestions!

Thank you @clodsire-the-random-creature for your sky kid submission and their lore! Also if you know who's up there you know what's coming!

[novaxanomaly]

Mission: Rescue Enkai || Closed Starter

@co11ywobbles

Enkai didn't know anything, as he lay passed out on the floor of a wooden shed somewhere.

Before this, he was lounging in the back yard of his childhood home, and dozed off waiting for his girlfriend to show up. He is a deep sleeper, so he didn't notice anything when he was kidnapped.

~~~

Ayaka walked into the backyard with Mira, after giving her a ride home on her bike. "Remember, shush about what I said about your brother... I kinda like making him wonder if I like him or not... his faces are so cute.." She said and dropped her bag on the ground next to the lounge chair Enkai would have been in if he was there.

[agendabymooner]

☏ KITCHEN DEBRIEFING, cs55 voicemail blurb (f)

☏ MOONY’S VOICEMAIL — a series in which formula one drivers send a voicemail to the reader. what about? prompts may vary. (maybe fluff or smut, idk)

voicemail summary: carlos momentarily forgot that he was on his wife’s voicemail as he shared a conversation with his two sons, carlito and reuben.

content warning: dad!carlos x nameless!mom!reader, fluff, short blurb, carlos’ cooking catching strays from carlos the third, mentions of filipino + spanish food, this is literally just a voicemail message haha

note: i’m so convinced that carlos would have a son named carlos as well. this is kinda based off a character from my smau but well— she doesn’t have a baby yet, last time i checked. enjoy xx

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“hello, mi amor. i know you’re at work right now but i’m just calling to let you know that i’ve been a good papì so far— i mean you did tell me i am one but still—“

“papì,” a small voice next to the phone interrupted carlos’ voicemail monologue. “mira woke up.” the ferrari driver let out an audible sigh.

“ay, dios mio,” carlos muttered.

“papa, no she hasn’t!” another voice echoed in the kitchen as fizzles of a frying pan rung out. the person who exclaimed then said, “almira’s asleep. she just moved a little bit. don’t listen to reuben—“

“—but she moved, carlito!” the tiny voice, now identified as reuben, insisted. “papí she moved like this-“ fabrics shifted as the boy moved. “the little baby was like that.”

“i know, i know, benito,” carlos, the dad, shushed his youngest boy quietly. “but mira’s napping now. she’s only moving but everyone moves when they sleep. she’s only getting comfortable, remember? mamí was working hard to get almira to sleep before she went to work today?”

“yuh huh,” reuben mumbled.

“and papì managed to get mira to sleep now,” carlos told reuben. “so that means that papì can cook your dinner. how does that sound?” 

“ooh- papa, what are you making?” the eldest boy, named carlos or ‘carlito’, asked with an intrigued tone. footsteps neared the phone as carlito let out a heavy sigh, “is it paella again, papa?”

“what? no,” carlos replied, almost baffled. “it’s pancit, bebe. and what’s wrong with paella, lito? you love papa’s paella.”

“mmm…sure i do, papa,” carlito hummed and teased. 

“okay, mr. sainz. can you cook?” carlos raised a brow at his son. 

“no but at least i don’t need to cook paella every time!” carlito quipped before laughing and running off.

“oh you—“ carlos muttered and clicked his tongue. “silly boy.” 

“i agree papì,” reuben replied, still standing next to the phone as he said, “i love your paella, papa. not like carlito— carlito is a silly boy.”

“you’re just as silly as him, benito,” carlos chuckled quietly. “thank goodness i love you two so much.”

“hm, papì?”

“yes?” 

“can you please add more chicken to the pancit?” reuben requested. “por favor?” 

“papaaaaa— almira woke up seriously this time!” carlito called out from another room, “i can see her moving in this— phone thingy!” 

“oh my goodness,” a click of the stove turned off the whole thing as carlos’ mouth gaped open for a moment. “oh my goodness, benito.”

“wha- que?” reuben asked, his tiny voice still near the phone.

“i forgot i was calling your mamì— call me later when you can, mi amor— okay bye. say bye, ben.”

“bye mamì! te quiero!” 

— beep —

[t4kalcvr]

VAMOS A BAILAR — k. tsukishima smau

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ S1, EP 12 . te apoyare

“Y/NNIE!!!!” amidst the sound of your heavy breathing, you heard a loud scream around you.

as you pivoted, you stole a quick glance over your shoulder, while keeping your hands poised just above your knees.

“satori!!” you puffed out.

“youre doing so good y/nnie! i didn’t know you were so fast. i mean i knew because of elementary and then we separated but—” you began to sort of space out, hearing tendou go on his daily tangent, but not quite listening.

“sweetheart?” his velvety voice resonated so close to you that it felt as though he was speaking directly into your ear.

you were startled a bit as you jumped, “jesus–sorry tennie! was just thinking about my splits,” you wiped some sweat dripping down your neck, “i gotta do some more warms up!” you tried to excuse yourself, “gotta keep the legs warm,” you did a little jog in place to really sell the excuse.

tendou let out a soft chuckle, “okay cutie pie,” he ruffled your hair, “yo mira arriba por tu,” he spoke with a hidden lisp.

you bursted out laughing, “what did you say?” you smile up at him.

“well,” he crossed his arms, “i WAS TRYING to say i’ll watch from above, but i have missed more than a few of my duo lingo sessions,” he bites the inside of his cheek.

you let out another good chuckle before taking a breath, “mirare desde arriba,” You corrected him before giving him a pat on the back and then hurrying off to the center of the track field.

tendou stood there with a small grin on his face, his eyes reflecting a mix of amusement and contemplation—he released a deep, heavy sigh, burdened by the weight of his thoughts, yet still wearing that dreamy smile, “te apoyare,” he spoke in a low voice as he rested his body weight on the fence in front of him.

“y/n,” you heard a voice from behind you.

you turned around, why can’t i just take a few to breathe, the thought crossed your mind.

"hello," you spoke before even catching sight of the person speaking.

tsukishima.

tsukishima and you locked eyes for a few seconds. He grew even more nervous as you faced him. “um,” he choked, “can i..” he paused.

he realized how strange it would be to ask the question out of the blue so he cleared his throat and switched his beginning phrase, “you did good,” he complimented, and it felt extremely unusual on his end.

you let out a shy laugh as you grabbed your bicep and starting rubbing it slowly, “oh! thanks,” you blushed—you were only used to your friend’s complimenting you and they BARELY ever did.

“uhh, were you gonna ask something before?” you try to close the silence.

tsukishima was startled in his place, he kinda reminded you of a cat because it, “oh yeah, i was just gonna a–”

“Y/NNIEEE,” tendou cheered as he engulfed you in a spine crushing hug.

“tendou,” you grunt, “hey!”

as tendou released you, he began ranting about something that you didn’t mind giving attention to since you had your gaze on tsukishima, who was also glancing between you and tendou.

it had been a few before tendou had finally acknowledged tsukishima, “ohhh, blondie,” he teased, “what are you doing heeeere?” he questioned.

tsukishima was baffled, by tendou and the fact that he didn’t know how to answer that question. was he here for you? or because his friends drag him out? or support?

and did he just call those heathens his friends ??

tsukishima cringed before speaking, “my companions dragged me out,” he replied.

you sighed, “uhh anyways,” you interrupted, “i would like to be going home now,” you glimpsed between tendou and tsukishima.

“oh, that’s what i-” tsukishima attempted again.

“then come on n/nnie,” tendou wrapped his arm around your shoulders, “lemme walk you to your friends, i remember you and yaku live together,” tendou spoke in a know-it-all tone and tsukishima took it personally.

“you only know that because-”

tendou put his finger on your lips to shush you, “because i love you,” he grinned.

tendou turned to face tsukishima, “adios amigo,” he gave a big smile.

“oh yeah, yaku!” you call from the stove.

“yeah n/n?” he shouted.

“yamaguchi told me about a party at ours to celebrate the meet tonight, so we might have everyone over by 11,” you mumble the last bit, “is that okay?” you glance over your shoulder for a second before putting your eyes back on the food in front of you.

“of course hunny,” he pops his head back into the kitchen.

you smile at how sweet he was being because he always noticed when you felt yourself behaving differently because of how odd you felt. yaku always understood.

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translations 🪇 : yo mira arriba por tu = i look up for you ; mirare desde arriba = i will watch/look from above ; te apoyare = i will support you ; adios amigo = goodbye friend

🗒️ : this is definitely my longest episode, so i succeeded my goal, ive spent all day writing this because ive been working for the past week 😭😭 this felt stressful but also like an escape. i have nothing else to say except now im tired 😭😭 ENJOY THIS EPISODE!!! last episode of season 1 !!! WOOOOOO !!!!! i hope this reaches beyond expectations !!!

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[briannasroger]

the light you still hold - ch.19

updated my fanfiction for the first time this year. crazy times. can i finish it before DAtV comes out??? hmmmmm

the light you still hold

120k words. Female non-inquisitor Trevelyan/Cullen Rutherford. A sprinkle of other smaller ships.

Convincing the Inquisition of her innocence was hard enough when she was newly marked, let alone a month after fleeing from their custody. Ophelia Trevelyan has no wish for history to remember her as just one more mage to ruin the world, but when her choices are stay and die or run and live, she knows which option to pick. She doesn’t know how she’ll convince the Inquisition to believe her this time, but maybe closing the rifts and making friends with them all is a start. Until closing the rifts becomes less about proving her own innocence and more about saving the world one rift at a time. Until becoming friends with them means starting to love them. A story in which the Herald flees from the Inquisition, winds up right back with them, and somehow finds happiness throughout all the trials to follow.

read on ao3.

[briannaswriter]

I started a new story after working on In the Midst of Winter for over a year. Very weird to move from a medieval-esque fantasy world to science fiction, but I feel like it’s helped so much in removing my doubts and fears about writing draft two of the In the Midst of Winter. It’s nice to have another project to fall on that has little pressure.

[illuminatedquill]

Sabine leaned against the wall, arms crossed, taking in the ambience of her surroundings. The sights and sounds of Capital City were still a soothing sound to her after all these years. Closing her eyes, she soaked in the sounds of children laughing, the banter and light teasing of a young couple nearby, the quiet murmur of officials, senators, and other heads of state from planets whose name she couldn't remember - all of them had come to attend the memorial.

Once upon a time, she would have avoided a crowd just like this. It would have rankled at her senses, even without being attuned to the Force.

But not anymore, however. She had come to the realization long ago that it wasn't the crowds she was avoiding - it was the vibrance contained within them, the sense of life that beat fiercely inside all the individuals encircling her now.

Life was not meant to be avoided. It was meant to be experienced. All of it: from the highest of joys, to the deepest of sorrows.

A tap on her shoulder broke the reverie. She turned to find her oldest daughter, Mira. She was dressed in Jedi robes of sea blue and midnight black, her favorite color pairing. The younger woman brushed a stray curl of dark blue hair from her forehead - a gift from her father - and gave her mother an amused look.

"Thinking deep thoughts?" Mira asked.

Sabine enveloped her in a fierce hug. "Not at all. Just feeling a little bored, waiting for you to show up."

Mira snorted. "I'm sure Dad would love to hear that."

Sabine released her from the hug and gave Mira a stern look. "Your father knew better than to keep me waiting. Anyway, where are your siblings?"

"They'll be here any moment. Traffic is intense, as you know. A lot of people are coming for . . . coming to see Dad."

Sabine caught the quick pause in her daughter's words but didn't say anything.

Pivoting away from the subject of her husband, Sabine asked, "I see you dressed up."

Mira blinked and glanced down at her robes. "These? Not really."

Sabine grinned. "Grabbed the first outfit that wasn't dirty?"

Her daughter flushed. "The Academy's been really busy lately. I haven't had time . . . anyway, I see you didn't dress up at all! What's with that?"

Sabine arched an eyebrow at her. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"You're not wearing your armor! These are your regular civilian clothes."

She shrugged. "I'm not on Mandalore, or doing any official Mand'alor business. I can dress however I want."

Mira waved a hand at the assembled crowd around them. "This is kind of important, Mom."

"I'm seeing your father," Sabine countered. "I don't think he'll mind. He actually liked this outfit, you know. Said it accentuated my figure."

Mira rolled her eyes. "Dad would say that if you were wearing a pile of rags."

She poked her daughter sharply in the chest, annoyed. "And he'd still be right."

"Duchess Wren?"

Sabine turned to find her old friend, Governor Jai Kell, coming towards her. He was dressed in somber tones of gray and green, the colors of his office.

Sabine shushed him. "I'm trying to be discreet here, Jai. No need to use my official title. Don't need the press gawking at the Mand'alor, hogging all the air."

Jai blinked at her, then eased into a familiar, easy-going smile. "Of course, Sabine. My mistake."

He turned to Mira and gave a bow. She returned it in kind. "You keep growing up on me, Mira," he teased. "You'll be taller than your mother soon."

"That was never a hard task to achieve, Governor Kell," the younger Wren replied smugly. "I mean, look at her."

Sabine narrowed her eyes at Mira. "I could sweep the feet out from under you in a heartbeat, kid. Then we'll see who's taller."

Jai chuckled, looking at each of them with an amused expression. "Hard to see who she takes after the most, Sabine."

Mira stuck out a tongue at her mother. Sabine glared at her for a moment, then let it go with a snort. "What brings you over here, Kai? Shouldn't you be rubbing shoulders with the important people?"

The Governor gave her a patient look. "You are one of those important people, Sabine. As a personal friend, and as a head of state."

"Oh. Right."

Mira grinned. "It's the old age, Governor. It's getting to her."

Sabine felt her eye twitch, but held in her annoyance. Something approximating a smile twitched on Jai's face, but his face remained serious as he said, "He's ready for you now."

Mira went silent beside her. Sabine glanced at her daughter, but the younger Wren's face had smoothed into an expressionless mask.

Sabine smoothed down the front of her outfit in a nervous gesture. "How do I look?"

Jai gave her a puzzled expression. "That's what you're wearing? You're not going to get changed?"

Rolling her eyes, Sabine muttered, "Everyone's a critic."

The turbolift ride up to the viewing area was quiet, Sabine noted. Whatever vestiges of humor Mira had shown up with had evaporated quickly.

They reached the top level and stepped out of the turbolift doors. Jai waited silently, standing off to the side, giving the two of them privacy.

Lothal's Wall of Heroes. Sabine's eyes traced the familiar lines and colors, remembering the long days and nights of work that had gone into crafting them. The figures on the mural gazed back at her solemnly, their faces filled with a thousand memories from a time long, long ago. To this day, she still made the yearly trek out here, incognito, to oversee maintenance on the mural. She wanted to ensure that the work never faded from the public eye.

She found the center most face; handsome, strong, with serious blue eyes that, if you looked at from the right angle when the sun was at the perfect height in the sky, seemed to sparkle with a sense of humor.

Sabine stood in front of the image of her late husband, Ezra Bridger.

"Hey, goober," she said. "Long time, no see."

Sabine mentally ran down the list of things she wanted to say.

"Kids are doing fine. Mira's helping out at the new Academy, along with Jonah and Rona. This new girl, Rey, has some interesting ideas for the New Jedi Order. I think you would have really liked her."

"Jacen's doing great. Brand new Jedi Knight. He looks so much like Kanan now, it's crazy. He's out and about, still flying the Ghost, doing solo missions with some of the older Jedi padawans for training. You'd be so proud of him."

"Mandalore's boring now, since no one's trying to kill each other anymore. I guess that's a good thing. I almost miss the old days of how it used to be. Bo would kick me if she heard that though, so that stays between us, cyar'ika."

Sabine blinked away tears. Even after all this time . . . Ezra was one of the few people who could make her cry. He had promised to do his best not to.

You broke your promise, goober, Sabine thought. I forgive you, always, but it still hurts.

There was no body. Nothing to recover. The fire had seen to that. The enemy had come in the dead of night, in an attempt to snuff out the growing light of Luke's new Jedi Order. They almost succeeded - if it were not for the actions of Ezra.

The call had gone out. He had answered, as always. Stood and made his stand against a never-ending army of troopers, until the final evacuation ship had fled to safety.

Sabine closed her eyes, remembering the terrible memories of that night. Ezra's last words to her . . .

She felt her daughter come stand beside her. Opening her eyes, she turned to find tears streaming down the younger Wren's cheeks.

"I don't know how you do it," Mira confessed.

"Do what?"

Mira sniffed. "Not hate the people who did this."

Sabine gently grabbed Mira by the shoulders and turned her so that they were facing each other. She looked into her daughter's eyes: one bright blue and one warm hazel.

"It's not what your father would have wanted," Sabine said gently.

"He would have wanted to stay alive," Mira countered. "He would have wanted to be with us!"

Sabine tightened her grip. "It's not easy, I know. I have my moments. I know what it feels like to let the anger and despair get to you."

Mira looked down at her feet, taking a deep breath. "I know you do. I'm sorry. I just . . . I miss him, so much."

"Hating the people who did this won't bring him back."

"I know."

She hugged her daughter. "I miss him, too," she whispered. "Every day."

"When does it stop? The grief? When does it begin to heal?" Mira asked, voice trembling.

"I'll let you know," Sabine replied. "But, for me, it gets easier when I see you and your siblings. I see your father in all of you."

"Sometimes . . . sometimes, I reach out to the Force and - and look for him. Ask for him. I try so hard, Mom. I never hear anything."

Oh, my little girl, Sabine thought. Her heart was shattering, hearing her oldest in so much pain.

"I try some nights, and he never answers back, and it hits me again that he's really gone. Dad's never coming back."

Sabine said quietly, "No one's ever really gone, Mira. Your father's still around, I promise. You're just looking for him in all the wrong places."

"Where is he, then?"

Gently, Sabine led her daughter to the balcony and swept an arm towards the Lothal skyline.

"Listen to the wind and the life of the people below. Listen the scurrying of the loth-cats, and the howling of loth-wolves in the twilight. That's your father, Mira. He's there, if you listen."

Mira cocked her head, listening to the sounds of Lothal. "What's he saying now?"

"He's saying you need to be more respectful towards your mother and to stop making fun of her height," Sabine replied.

That elicited a laugh from the younger Wren. Sabine's heart lifted at the sound. "Okay, sure. Whatever you say, Mom."

Sabine frowned. "What's so funny? You should listen to your father."

"Uh-huh. Of course." Mira looked at her then, and said quietly, "Thanks."

Jai came up behind him. "Sabine, it's time. The guests are waiting below."

She sighed. "Time to go make an appearance, I guess."

"You're really not going to get changed?" asked Mira.

Sabine poked her daughter in the cheek. "What did your father just say?"

"Right. Sorry, Dad."

Heading to the turbolift together, Mira asked, "You never really answered my question, though."

"About the hate?"

"You said that Dad wouldn't want that. What did he say that convinced you to . . ." Mira trailed off, unable to find the words.

"To be better?" Sabine suggested. Her daughter nodded.

Smiling, Sabine reached into her jacket pocket and took out a neatly folded note. She gestured for Mira to take it.

Unfolding it carefully, Mira read the words scribbled there. Her eyes widened with recognition at the handwriting.

Dear Sabine,

Love always

- Ezra

Mira looked up at her mother, eyes wet. Sabine smiled back.

"Love always," Sabine said. "It's a choice, Mira. Never an easy one. But your father did it every day, for all his life."

"He loved you so much," Mira said in awe.

"And you as well, kid," Sabine replied. "Along with your siblings. He knew that all of you were the answer to the hate."

The turbolift doors began to close. Sabine looked out at the mural one last time and waved good-bye to the image of Ezra. Mira followed suit.

A cool breeze suddenly swept through the mural room, filling the turbolift with the bright scents of Lothal. Sabine could feel it brush against her, almost feeling like an invisible hand affectionately running through her hair.

Mira stared at her. "Was that what I think it was?"

Sabine looked at Mira. "Listen to your heart, Mira. What does it say?"

Mira looked down at the folded note. "Love always," she murmured.

She nodded at her daughter. "Love always," she agreed.

Jai coughed politely behind them. "You know, Sabine, it's supposed to be getting colder tonight. There's still time for you to - "

"Jai. I will cause an interplanetary incident in front of everyone if you bring up my choice of attire one more time."

Mira laughed, a lovely twinkling sound that reminded her so much of Ezra. Sabine grinned and reached out to take her eldest daughter's hand.

I see you, goober.

Love you always.

[color-coded-cryptid]

kaidam plot idea

romantic or platonic tbh

also this takes place after season two so they still got their powers and everything cuz i love season two SO MUCH

the main kids (mira, adam, kai, reeve, skeet, and vanessa) are all starting their senior year of high school

cuz i feel like the hollow happened summer of junior and they did all the training and stuff during junior year or smthn

and yes skeet is there cuz she’s alive shush ur face

mira and adam probably walk to school together or get a ride, cuz they’re best friends and all why wouldn’t they?

they get to school and go to breakfast or something, chatting about whatever and exchanging schedules

kai still hasn’t arrived

that’s fine, surely he’ll be here eventually! he’s probably sleeping in and running on two cans of monster atp so it’s not really anything out of the ordinary

but he was usually there by breakfast last year, even if they didn’t hang out or … do anything with him

they at least noticed him

but breakfast rolls on by and kai still isn’t there soo now they’re a little concerned

adam is honestly a little annoyed cuz like, they’re friends, why didn’t he even come to say hi ???

( we’re going off @ahyesthesufferingoftvteens ’s post they made about kaidam relationship problems hehehe go check it out now )

anyways they continue their school day, mira probably wondering when would be a good time to text kai, and adam straight up ignoring it for the time being

cuz no matter what’s going on in kai’s life right now, he’ll probably be fine

he’s not the kind of guy who can have “big” struggles, in adam’s opinion

so now it’s lunchtime, they still haven’t seen or heard from kai, and mira is finally like

“…OKAY UHM. Something has GOT to be going on with this guy. Adam text him and ask.”

“Whfb- why me!?”

“Cuz you’re like, his best friend or something.”

thanks vanessa

skeet and reeve are probably there too but like eh whatever

reeve is a little more concerned than mira or adam

also going off of that user’s thingy they said in thiiiiiiiis on the reekai section >:3

you’re welcome for the bit of reekai within kaidam hehe i love them too

in any case adam eventually gives and decides to ask in the gc with him and him and mira haha lol

a subconscious way of forcing moral support, perhaps? insecure adam when it comes to social interaction?? 🤔 you decide 😏

kai doesn’t respond immediately but he just kinda brushes it off and adam’s like “see everything is chill duh”

neither reeve nor mira are having it buuut

they let it go for now

and besides, reeve barely texts kai like at all and it would feel really weird and awkward, so he’s gotta put faith in mira and … he doesn’t have faith in adam

i see them as awkward exes that never really did anything super romantic with each other cuz they clashed way way too much for anything to work out ……………… optional :]

so then after school adam probably gets a little curious and frustrated with kai’s vague answers, so he messages him directly

but it’s not out of concern, let me make that clear

he’s not worried, he’s just angry that he isn’t getting answers

he initially took it all at face value just so the others would get off his back about it, but the more he thinks about it, the more he wants to snap

he doesn’t have anger issues, buuuut when he’s in the dark about a situation, he gets peeved as hell

kai is avoidant and clearly doesn’t wanna talk about it, but adam doesn’t take no for an answer

he keeps pushing past kai’s boundaries and eventually kai laments, saying he can explain to adam and mira in person

idk maybe they meet up at holy donuts or smthn, doesn’t really matter where

either way kai explains that the reason he wasn’t at school was because he

doesn’t attend that school anymore

he’s going to a private school now, the kind of hoity toity bullshit that only the asshole rich kids go to, the kind with uniforms and a strict campus setting and blah blah blah

mira gets frustrated, but adam gets angry

kai’s parents seriously pulled him out of public school for,, that??

adam starts going off about how shiiiitty kai’s parents are cuz like

they’re barely present, they barely treat kai like a human being let alone their child, and now they care about his academics?????

kai is trying to get adam to shut the fuck uuup but adam is adam, once he gets going he won’t stop very easily

so kai impulsively yells out to get adam’s attention and ,,

obviously they’re in a public setting so he also gets the attention of other people OOPS

he gets all shy and embarrassed so he goes quiet when he continues

“..I chose to go.”

he can’t meet adam or mira’s eyes

they ,, are confused

obviously they’re confused, kai was so adamant on going to public school cuz he wanted to be like any other kid, he didn’t want his status to be all he was

and now he’s just suddenly switching it up??

adam is a little hurt

kai explains it’s cuz he’s had so many fake friends that only want him for his money or skills, he doesn’t want to risk that again

cuz if he’s surrounded by people who have the same status as him, they aren’t gonna want to use him, right?

obviouslyyyy adam doesn’t realize that’s kinda directed at him … what with him just being reeve’s replacement and all

like,, reeve already yelled at adam about that and he gave an apology, so why would that still be bothering kai?

it’s because it wasn’t a real apology it wasn’t genuine adam didn’t mean it cuz he didn’t see any wrongdoings on his end

anyways i had this as like the very ghostly beginnings of a roleplay with someone on the hollow amino wayyy back and i keep thinking about it every time i think about the show

so why not share it HEHEHE

that was as far as we got with the plot and it ended up getting dropped pretty quickly after it began sighhhh 😔

i know that i want it to show how shit ass fucked adam and kai’s friendship is in the beginning because that’s JUICY AND TASTYYYYY

i will kiss whoever makes this a fanfic i beg

i will DOUBLE KISS whoever roleplays this with me HAHAHA

[female-hysterics]

Dumbgothbunny asked:

Not me thinking about riding Jonathan’s thigh and Mira running her hands through my hair and cooing what a good girl I am in my ear

😩

Just imagine Jonathan groaning at the sight, feeling your thigh brush against his groin with every rock of your hips, and he's leaning back just savoring everything.

Mira is murmuring in your ear that you're a good girl, hands brushing your hair away from your sweat damp face so they can clearly see the pleasure twisting your expression, and you start whimpering at how overwhelming everything is.

She just shushes you softly and holds your hips to help and guide you to grind more fully against Jonathan's thigh while she continues to whisper in your ear.

[aylivaa]

ᝰ ZWEI : NEW SCHOOL m.list • next chap

word count : 859

warnings : none

The school was bigger than Mira had thought. It was quiet in the schoolyard, and even in the building itself she could not find anyone she could have asked for help. With an uncertain movement, she clasped her hand around the handle of her backpack and walked towards the direction that seemed right to her at that moment.

She could hear distant laughter of children, but she didn’t see anyone. Once she passed the toilettes, she had the option to go up the stairs or go trough the door on the right, and she went with the latter.

A minute later, she had found the door to the school’s office and knocked. Her heart was pounding incredibly loud and she could feel the blood shooting into her ears. She had absolutely no idea what to expect as soon as she walked into this room and picked up her timetable, and she was afraid of the unknown. Yet she had no choice but to go in.

She counted to ten one last time and then knocked on the door before she got invited in. Behind the large table in the middle of the room sat a middle-aged woman who put on her glasses and smiled at Mira.

"Good morning,“ she smiled and stood up so that she was on equal footing with her. A moment later, she asked Mira to sit down on an empty chair.

The young girl gratefully accepted and put her bag on her lap before taking out her ID.

"I‘m Mira Elif, today is my first day of school and I was told on the phone that it’s best to come to the secretary‘s office.“

The woman nodded smiling. "You’re never at the wrong address here.“

"Yes,” Mira replied in a hoarse tone, because she didn’t know what else to say.

"Okay, great, could you tell me your last name?”

"Akar.”

"Akar?”

"A-k-a-r,” she spelled out and put her ID on the table so that she could check again.

The woman nodded and typed something on the old computer in front of her before she nodded again and looked at Mira.

"Mira Elif Akar?”

"Exactly.”

"I’m confused. Your mother only wrote down Elif Akar on your registration form.”

“I only use the name Elif.”

"Oh, okay. This was also taken over on the course list.”

"Yes, I had said so when I registered.”

"All right.” She said and gave Mira her ID back. The young girl just nodded. She didn’t know what else to say, and the secretary seemed to be busy with what she was doing on the computer.

"You would now have to go to your history course in room 2-12,” she finally said and got up to walk to the printer. A moment later, she pressed her timetable into her hand and and handed her another cookie, which Mira accepted with a smile.

"The first number is the floor and the second one the room,” she informed Mira and send her a smile before she sat down again.

Mira nodded and grabbed her bag before pushing the chair back to its old place and waking towards the door.

"Mira,” the secretary called out while she was about to open the door.

“Yes?”

"You can do this!”

Mira felt the corner of her mouth twitch and thanked her quietly before she opened the door and went to search the next room.

It took her just four minutes to find where her first class for today would take place. Behind the door you could hear the muffled sounds of conversations and just as she was about to knock, she heard the teacher shush the class.

With each passing second, she felt how her knees softened more and more, and if she didn’t enter this room immediately, then maybe she might even pass out.

Mira took a deep breath and gently knocked on the gray door. A second later she heard a loud "come in.”

With a shaky hand, she pushed down the door handle and and stepped in before looking directly into the questions of dozen of students.

She didn’t know what to say, and therefore looked a little awkwardly at the young teacher, who also looked at her questioningly.

Mira cleared her throat and wiped her sweaty hands on her dress.

"My name is Elif, the new student.”

The teacher nodded immediately and changed his facial expression immediately. "Right, I was informed this morning that you were joining us today.”

Both nodded and looked at each other helplessly. What else would she say now?

"Okay, Elif,” the teacher cleared his throat and pointed to the blackboard. “Today we planned a very relaxing start and are going to discuss the course. It’s best to take a seat right away, you haven’t missed so much yet.“

Mira nodded and looked for an empty seat. The curious looks of her classmates burned like fire on her skin, but she tried to ignore them as good as she could.

The teacher pointed his finger at a table on the last row.

"There is still a chair available in the back. Please take a seat next to dear Zayne.“

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— 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 : @avens0nly @dxmoness @yoghurtsan @reneeyxs @roseadleyn @lxdymoon0357

[roetrolls]

Damage Control II

(Previous!)

Cylion is still sitting in a daze when Nymira reaches his room, her sudden awakening leaving his own consciousness to snap back into place like a spring-loaded rubber band. He can almost envision a cartoonish halo of stars circling his head, the static in his skull akin to stinging.

It’s not as if he wasn’t expecting this, though. She needed a scare––a proper scare. He knew what that meant when he was crafting it. The odds that she even notices the state he’s in are next to none, especially having just woken up herself.

The door flies open more dramatically than usual, clearly driven more by frantic terror than Nymira’s typical childish distress. She stumbles in, face wash with tears, and he nearly finds himself distracted by the inky rivulets running down her cheeks. They pour out of her at a hurricane’s velocity, each drop a swirling dance of color in the way they refract the light.

“Cylion!” She blubbers, choking on her own sobs. “Father– I-I saw Father–”

His heart twinges at the anguish in her voice, and he finds himself once again wishing that his sister were a less stubborn sort. He would have much preferred it never come to this.

Even in his stupor, Cylion wastes no time in opening his arms to her. Nymira falls into them just as quickly.

With a gentle shush, the prophet smoothes his goddess’ hair and hugs her to his chest, holding firm even as he feels her shoulders wrack with sobs. He angles his head to press a kiss to her hairline, again petting the younger troll with one steady hand.

She always looks so tiny from this angle.

“I-I couldn’t find anyone,” she hiccups, gripping him as if terrified he will vanish into smoke. “I couldn’t find you and then–”

“It’s alright, Mira. I’m here.”

A pitiable sob draws itself from her throat, and Cylion can feel cool tears soaking through his shirt.

“Take your time,” he soothes her, “we’ll decipher it once you’re ready.”

She acknowledges him with a feeble nod against his chest, weary hands still clutching the yellowblood with all the strength they can muster. He bundles her further into his arms and rises from the kitchen island, tension melting from his shoulders as he corrales her toward his bedroom.

As they pass Somnia’s door, he taps his foot two times against the wood.

––––––

Somnia never bothered to ask what Cylion had planned for their sister that morning, but after hearing her reaction to it, he figures it must have been a doozy. One might even suggest that Cylion took it farther than he had to, but hey, who is he to question the master?

His biggest gripe, really, is just that he’s been forced out of bed for this mess.

He scratches idly at his ear as he steps into Nymira’s room, lips screwed together in thought. If he were a severed arm, where would he be?

Before he can lose himself to the thought fully, Somnia’s attention is captured by the faint scraping of metal, a grating screech that sounds in short, choppy bursts from across the room.

Nymira’s curtain inches open, seemingly on its own, and a thin strip of sunlight dips inside to cleave the room in two.

There’s a pause, then another scrape, and the beam widens ever so slightly.

Somnia can’t help but grin.

With all the confidence of a playground bully, the goldblood strides to the window and thrusts a hand towards the sill, fist closing tightly around smooth, sun-soaked wood. He can feel the doll’s joints tighten in his grip, a charming mimicry of tensing muscles as response to his intrusion.

It twists in his hand, little legs kicking fruitlessly and arms pinned at its sides, and he gives it a small shake as he draws it into view.

“That could have been smart,” he admits, patting its head with his thumb. “Shame you didn’t start sooner.”

Little Friend glares up at him, painted face displaying a rather impressive amount of vitriol. Amusing. On any other night, he might have been inclined to take a break and bother it a while.

With how stressed Cylion has been, though, that kind of delay seems likely to give the poor man an aneurysm. 

“You can go back once I’m finished here,” Somnia assures the doll before shoving it headfirst into his pocket. It thrashes, fighting to turn itself upright, but he pushes it deeper before it can gain much leverage.

Satisfied that the thing won’t be climbing out any time soon, he laces his fingers to stretch his arms in front of him and sweeps his gaze around the room, thoughts drifting back to the topic at hand. That being, of course, Marrie’s hand.

He checks the reasonable places first––desk, bookshelf, reading nook––but to no avail. The closet and dresser prove similarly useless. When it finally hits him, he feels more than a bit ridiculous.

Where else would Nymira bring something she was trying to safeguard?

It takes some patting down to find it in her bed, tangled up in the mass of pillowy blankets she burrows into each morning, but he knows he’s guessed correctly when his palm hits something solid.

He’s struck with the realization that his sister has more than likely been sleeping with this thing, and Somnia’s face contorts in disgust. Sure, it’s made of wood, but it’s still a bit creepy, isn’t it? He pictures her clutching it to her chest like some kind of demented teddy bear, a visual that is, for once, too grim to be hilarious.

For a brief moment, he allows himself to pity her. He stares at the ring still sitting on Marrie’s finger, a knot forming in his stomach. Nymira made that, didn’t she? She’d shown it off to him when she did, buzzing excitedly about the opportunity to give her friend a gift.

Would it ruin Cylion’s plans to let her keep it?

Somnia chews his lip, eyes still locked on the trinket. This doesn’t seem like the type of decision he should be making.

But with circumstances being what they are… who else can?

After some extended deliberation, he pulls Little Friend from his pocket and drops it on the desk. The doll, disoriented at first, takes a moment to clamber to its feet before turning back to resume its glaring.

Somnia holds up the ring. “Where would Mira lose something like this?”

A look of confusion crosses over Little Friend’s face, and he responds by shoving the object into its chest, knocking the doll over in the process.

“She made it for Marrie. She never gave it to her. Where did she lose it?”

It looks dumbfounded by the question, dotted eyes shifting back and forth as it searches Somnia’s expression. Then, it raises an arm and points toward her bed, little hand angled at the floor.

“Under the bed?”

It nods.

“That’ll work.”

Finished with the doll, Somnia flicks Little Friend to send it spinning halfway across the desk, whatever brief sincerity he had donned morphing right back into his usual satisfied smirk. 

Genuine care sufficiently stifled, he sets the ring in place and tucks Marrie’s arm under his own, traipsing out of the room without another glance.