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sourcherryandsprinkles · 1 year ago

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Making out with Jeremiah at the house party plz! His kisses are 🥵

Request: Can you do something inspired by Olivia Rodrigo’s new song? For Jeremiah

Should I do more smut? Is this allowed for Jeremiah of is his character too young?

Warnings: smut but not really

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You hadn’t heard from Jeremiah in a couple of months, but when you received a text from Belly inviting all the girls from last year’s debutante ball to a massive party, a mischievous grin curled on your lips and you jumped in the shower, knowing he would be there.

‘’Jeremiah?’’ Nicole repeated, looking in her makeup bag for her mascara.

Dara drew her eyebrows, pausing her snooping through your perfume collection. ‘’Didn’t the two of you break up in December?’’

The two of you were done and through, having called it off right before winter break, but everytime you came across a picture of Jeremiah on social media, your brain was mush again and you had to fight the urge to send him a text.

You came out of the bathroom in a second dress, and sighed at your friends. ‘’Yes, I know that he’s my ex but can’t two people reconnect? I only want us to be friends,’’ you explained to them, holding back a laugh.

That was the biggest lie you ever said.

You and Jeremiah could never be just friends. The sexual attraction between you two was too strong.

‘’Is that why your boobs are all out? So you and Jeremiah can be friends again?’’ Dara asked, a knowing look on her face.

The party was already going when you and the girls arrived. The disco lights were flashing all through the living room and kitchen, creating a true 80s vibe. What stood out the most was the absence of furniture, replaced by a few inflatable chairs.

You got drinks, then found Marisa, who was finally back to Cousins with tons of gossip coming from Gigi and her upcoming documentary. What was happening to her was horrible, but you were glad she wasn’t there this summer. She won’t be all over Jeremiah.

‘’Hi!’’ Belly greeted with a happy grin, rollerblading over to you with a bottle of alcohol in her hand. ‘’I’m so happy you all came.’’ She poured some in Dara’s cup, acting like last summer’s drama didn’t happen.

‘’Have you seen Jeremiah?’’ you asked her, failing to spot him through the crowd.

Beside you, Nicole shook her head, knowing exactly how the night was going to end — you and him in his sheets.

Belly didn’t really know where he was, but she said she last saw him doing shots in the kitchen…so that’s exactly where you went.

He wasn't in the kitchen though. The shots he had down had moved him to the living room and was dancing with some friends, being the life of the party as always. A smile tugged on your lips, getting flashes of last year's mischiefs at the debutante dance lessons. Paige had been so mad when he turned her ballroom dance lessons into a nightclub during her short absence.

You slipped between him and his friends, catching Jeremiah by surprise by joining his moves. He grinned when seeing you, dancing turning into teasing until the song was over.

His arm slipped around you as he led you away from the dance area, getting to a less busy place to talk.

‘’I didn't know you were in Cousins.’’

‘’You didn't ask,’’ you returned, looking up at him, getting lost in his piercing blue eyes while ghosting your hand on his arm.

Jeremiah glanced down at your hand, but didn't stop you. He was burning for your touch.

‘’All my friends have been saying that seeing you tonight is a bad idea.’’

Without breaking eye contact, he raised an eyebrow. ‘’Is it?’’

And just like that, you grabbed the back of his neck and crashed your mouth against his, satisfying the craving you’ve had since you and him broke up. You’ve kissed other guys after the breakup, but no one kissed you the way Jeremiah did. He was kissing you like he was drowning and you were the air. It was passionate and intense — and a little rough.

His hands went to your waist by habit, pulling you closer to him so your bodies were flush together, then wandered higher, tilting your head up to deepen the kiss. You let him guide the kiss, tangling your fingers in his blond curls, and almost moaned embarrassingly when you felt Jeremiah’s hand wrapping around your throat in a way that made your head spin and legs feel like jelly.

How did he do that with just a kiss?

You grabbed at his shirt, feeling the warmth of his body underneath the thin fabric, wishing it was off. But you were in the middle of a party with tons of people around.

Out of breath, you pulled back, but Jeremiah wasn’t done. He kissed up the underside of your chin and down your neck, then went back to your lips.

‘’Maybe we should take this upstairs,’’ you suggested, feeling your nipples harden through your shirt, begging to be touched and kissed by Jeremiah.

He nodded and pulled back, taking your hand and leading you to his bedroom. Unlike the last time, there was no furniture besides a sleeping bag and a blow up chair, and a backpack overspilling with all the stuff he brought for the trip.

‘’Eh, sorry about that…’’ Jeremiah rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed and feeling like a complete ass for not having anything better than the floor to offer.

You shook your head. ‘’It’s fine,’’ you assured. ‘’This will do.’’ You pushed Jeremiah down on the blow up chair and climbed over him, grinding down on him as you did, feeling him stiffen in his shorts.

To speed things up, you pulled your shirt off and threw it on the floor. You had not bothered with a bra, which Jeremiah was very pleased about.

His fingers danced up your stomach, along your ribs to your breasts. ‘’I missed this. I missed you.’’ He rolled your left nipple between his thumb and finger as he kissed and nipped along your jaw and down your neck before claiming your other nipple with his lips.

Your back arched as you moaned his name, pleasure filling your body and pooling in your panties. You missed this too.

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some-thrilling-heroics · 8 months ago

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i'm workshopping halsin's past in terms of relationships

considering that halsin was very likely bullied as a kid (thaniel was his only friend) and how he is a prime target for an abusive relationship (you can say all kinds of nasty things to him and he will just look sad but not break up with you or draw any kind of line that next time it's over or anything - and sure player chara lifts the curse so it's all magic on a pedestal and heart eyes but still…)

the way i see it time-wise: he's 350 now and i don't see him having any relationships like that since the shadow curse / taking over as archdruid, so that takes us down to him at 250 - his slavery 3 years were in his youth so im gonna assume that's closer to him either below or just around 100 so let's say ages 20-80/100 he might have had some relationships, then underdark happened at some point and then ages 80/100-250 again he is out and might be in relationships

so with that in mind, i'm trying to picture his past relationships and how they ended, what could be some common threats in most / many of them and were the breakups amicable or not

maybe besides duty and power imbalance and lack of peers / actual friends the reason he didn't have any relationship in the time as archdruid would also be that he was at that point aware enough that when he gets involved with sb he is easily manipulated by them, even if a relationship starts all sunshine and roses it always devolves when the other party(-ies) pick up on that and - not even to keep himself safe from that but to keep the grove safe from the potential dangers of that - he stayed single? that would also fit with him expecting the ship with tav to end even if it's going well and they are living in the commune, he's still waiting for that other shoe to drop, like all the other times

would his past lovers have issue with his relationship with his bear shape? they'd know he's a druid but he's not exactly standard in his approach, whether you go with werebear approach or not. would that have been a point of conflict in some relationships? would he have ended things if it was?

would some of them - either intentionally or through ignorance - hear him say openly he's polyamorous and take it as an open invitation to cheat on him or to involve third parties without properly discussing it with halsin and just assuming he'd be up for anything and with anybody? (i get wood elves are culturally polyamorous so this point might not necessarily apply to them, but clearly halsin doesn't limit himself to just dating wood elves)

on the flipside i don't want him to only have bad relationships, or only ones that in time turn abusive, but what would happen there? imo the simplest would be 'we're just having fun and want different things long term from life' or duty calls and the like that would necessitate a breakup. i would hate the idea that tav is the only / first good happy steady relationship in his long life and thus somehow special - outside of the special aspect being around the curse breaking bc can't argue with that.

thoughts? anybody?

#halsin #baldur's gate 3 #bg3

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blueberrymocha · 5 months ago

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main 4 summer hc

gon

✰ summer’s easily his favorite season

✰ spends all day outside

✰ if you’re his s/o, he’ll be dragging you along too

✰ loves to take you to the beaches on whale island

✰ you’ll build sandcastles, swim, play beach ball volleyball, etc

✰ which by the way, i see him as competitive

✰ if you keep losing terribly, he’ll probably let you win a couple times though

✰ he gives the vibe of shaking his hair all around after swimming; getting you wet

✰ he’ll laugh and apologize before offering to cook dinner

killua

✰ during the summer, he loves to go swimming

✰ i can see him taking you to a water park

✰ will definitely comment on your swimsuit and how you look in it

✰ nothing bad, just some teasing

✰ if you’re scared of rides, this might not be very fun for you

✰ because he’s gonna make you go on them with him anyway

✰ would find it funny if you started screaming

✰ you guys buy snow cones at the park

✰ someone bumps into him and makes him spill his

✰ you swear he looked like he was about to kill someone

✰ he gets over it when you share yours

kurapika

✰ does not like summer

✰ it’s extra hot out and you know he’s not going to have fun anyway, right?

✰ he’d rather just stay inside

✰ but you’ll force him to go out and enjoy the good weather

✰ with his limited free time, you’d probably just go on walks or something

✰ but if he happens to have more time, you might convince him to go with you to a carnival

✰ i heavily doubt he’s been on any rides before today

✰ therefore when he goes on a rollercoaster for the first time

✰ it’s a lot worse than he was expecting

✰ i won’t say he’s scared of them, but would probably not go on any more with you unless you really begged

✰ instead, he’d buy you cotton candy

✰ or honestly whatever you wanted, food, drinks, snacks, merchandise

✰ he has money to spend, and it distracts you from the rollercoasters at least

✰ one thing he does enjoy is the ferris wheel

✰ completely delivers on the romantic wattpad experience™

✰ the two of you sitting in a comfortable silence, watching all the tiny people below you

✰ once you get to the top, would kiss your lips and murmur something in his first language

✰ won’t elaborate on what he said, but safe to say your day out was a success

✰ he might even go out with you a little more often after

leorio

✰ another summer enthusiast

✰ for some reason, he’s like 80% less irritable during these few months

✰ would have a cookout/barbecue

✰ now i fully subscribe to the idea that this man can grill

✰ ideally, he’d invite over the whole gang

✰ if they couldn’t make it, he’s fine to have a mini party with you

✰ he covers the food, and leaves you with desserts and drinks

✰ let’s be real those drinks will all be beer or alcohol…

✰ if you like to bake, he’d be all over you

✰ tying back your hair, peeking over your shoulder with his arms around your waist, etc

✰ if you don’t like to bake, the two of you go on a little grocery run together

✰ you’ll have an argument in the bakery section

✰ he wants to buy brownies, you want strawberry shortcake

✰ the staff are concerned at first, but when they listen in on the conversation and hear dessert being thrown around,

✰ they’re almost tempted to kick you out✰ eventually, he gives in and buys both of what you wanted

✰ then when you get home you’ll suddenly want the brownies or he’ll be craving shortcake

✰ so maybe it was for the best

#hxh #hxh 2011 #hxh x reader #hunter x hunter #hxh 1999 #hxh kurapika #hxh killua #hxh gon #hxh leorio #kurapika #gon freecss #killua zoldyck #leorio

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sortasirius · 7 months ago

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"There Goes the Groom" and Buck's Queer Joy

Hey so...remember when I did post ep meta for two years? Anyway we're back like we've never left.

Best Hen <3

OBSESSED with micromanaging party planner Evan Buckley. The clipboard was there in spirit.

"You are late."

I'll take married for several years for $500, Alex.

"Ooo sliders."

"Ah ah. No."

"You didn't just do that." PLEASE

Tommy giving Eddie a bro-y high five and then a soft, sweet "hey" for Buck and a hug??? Fellas I might need to be sedated.

Also obsessed with the tinge of bitchiness in Eddie's tone. It's like jealousy without even realizing it's jealousy. And I think it's an interesting mix of "hey my best friend has a new friend" and something else that Eddie cannot label.

Ryan Guzman you must be studied for that little side eye lmfaoooo

I LOVEEEEE TOMMY HE'S SUCH A BITCH, he said I do not care for your party themes. Me for real.

Why were they all so obsessed with the sliders???? I love them all so much.

"Reach for them and you'll be pulling back a bloody stump." WITH THE RAISED EYEBROWS AND THE LITTLE HEAD TILT RYAN GUZMAN I AM KISSING YOU ON THE MOUTH.

"Wholesome, 80s-themed karaoke."

Buck was a party planner in another life and I stand by that.

"We should totally go as Crockett and Tubbs."

"Absolutely."

They are literally this meme:

The little shoulder rub that Buck gives Tommy <333333333333

The way Buck and Eddie are sitting during the party scene, Buck's arm absolutely SLUNG around his shoulder...yeah okay. Okay. I'm normal about this.

The whole party was two idiot best friends pointing at each other and saying "exactlyyyyyy." Yes, I would die for them.

I just want to say that every single thing about Chimney's journey this episode was heartbreaking and scary and I HATED that I didn't know what was going to happen to him the whole time. Ok thanks for your time.

From that guy stealing his car to every Doug jumpscare, I think they did a really good job freaking the audience (at least...me) the fuck out without actually revealing what had happened. Like..we know he's sick, we know something's wrong, but it was a well-paced episode, even if in my perfect world it would have been like two hours long lol.

And the fact that Maddie is always going to look for him, always going to find him, just like he would do for her...don't look at me I'm emo.

Chim essentially pushing the fact that he is actively dying from encephalitis to the side because being a paramedic and saving lives is so deeply ingrained in him it's something the can't forget? He's so important to me.

Then...Kevin. He's such a huge part of Chim's life, his arc, how he became a firefighter, and it essentially include him in the wedding (even though it was in a very scary way), I think it's a really great take on the idea that our loved ones who can't be there for milestones are there even when we can't see them, especially with his line "you invited me, remember?"

Doug was never there, but Kevin was, Kevin will be there even when Chim can't see him.

"I was trying to get back to you the whole time." THEY ARE EVERYTHING HOW CAN YOU NOT LOVE THEM. ALL THEY'VE BEEN THROUGH, ALL THEY'VE HAD TO DO, AND THEY STILL FOUGHT FOR AND CAME BACK TO EACH OTHER!!!!

Bobby officiating and saying "and the Los Angeles Fire Department" THEY ARE A FAMILY!!!!

And then...perhaps one of thee most important scenes ever aired on television ever:

"Sorry I'm late, that fire was a beast."

"So are you."

And STRAIGHT in for a SERIOUS kiss??????? 911 writers room you can have my life, take it, it's already yours.

Tommy's little huff of surprise and then hum of "yeah okay I'm down for this." PUT THEM IN THE DICTIONARY NEXT TO THE CUTEST COUPLE OF ALL TIME

And last...Buck coming in to the room where his family, both blood and chosen, is, with soot all over his face, and a smile so bright that it had to have lit up the entire west coast, not caring who saw him or who knew exactly what he had just been doing...yeah, that's what this shit is all about.

EDDIE'S beautiful smile when he realizes how happy Buck is they are best friends FIRST and that is all that matters to me!!!

Hen being like "it's about damn time." SO TRUE QUEEN OF COURSE SHE KNEW!!!!!

I haven't really been able to put this into words yet, but the way they are handling Buck's bisexuality and his first relationship with someone of the same gender as him is just...it's almost astounding. It's been handled with such care, from Oliver to Lou to the writers to the NETWORK, everyone is so clearly fully onboard with this and not afraid of it.

And there's no pain here, his coming out is not born out of trauma or being forced or caught or guilty. Tommy made him feel something that he had never been able to put a name to, and Tommy is helping him figure it out. He's letting Buck be overeager without taking advantage, he's letting him move at his own pace (which, of course, is at light speed) but is also confident enough in himself to pump the brakes when he feels like he needs to.

I just can't get enough of that smile, of how fucking happy Buck is. Happy in himself, happy with Tommy, happy to finally have a name for who he is, and not be afraid to share it with the people he loves. His parents' reactions don't matter, because he knows the people that matter to him most won't care who he's with, as long as he loves them and they treat him well.

It's such a huge step for Buck, who has so often fallen prey to what other people might think, it's so refreshing to see him get to explore this without fear of what others will say. Tommy is a steady constant, experienced and knows who he is. He teases Buck and calls him Evan and flirts with him shamelessly, and it flusters him in the best way.

To see a character like Buck, who was, essentially, billed as straight from the beginning of the show, be able to come in to himself and experience real queer joy...wow. For me, it just can't be overstated.

I can't wait to see where Buck's journey goes, and I am just so...grateful to be able to watch it.

#spoilers #my meta #dusting off this tag lmao #lilly liveblogs 911 #911 abc #911 7x06 #911 #buddie #bucktommy #madney #evan buckley #buck is bi

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ladytauria · 1 year ago

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2 from the hurt/comfort prompts and dickjay pretty please <33

thank you sm <333

picturing this as the sequel to this prompt fill from @this-was-a-terrible-idea (ao3 link if you prefer) but it should stand on its own~

[ the prompt list ]

Jason is not nervous, and screw anyone who suggests otherwise. This is far from his first fancy party and, unfortunately, far from his last, either. It's not even his first fancy party as a Wayne---and before he went and got himself blown up, he'd gotten pretty fucking good at them, at least if you asked him.

Not that he's going to this party as a Wayne. Just... with a Wayne. Even if said Wayne still called himself Grayson.

The point is. Jason knows what he's doing. He knows how to be charming, and just the right amount of roguish to make the high society folks titter instead of clutch their pearls. He knows how to walk, and talk, and eat, and even dance. (Much as he'd wrinkled his nose when Alfred first suggested the lessons.)

It is, he'll admit, a little different going with Dick as like---a date, not because they both just happened to be connected to the same man.

Good different, though.

Means he doesn't have to hide the way he stares, when he gets an eyeful of Dick wrapped in a blue-and-black tux, perfectly tailored to the lines of his body. The display isn't helped, or is helped too much, by the way he's lounging against one of Jason's favorite sportscars. He must've borrowed it (or "borrowed" it) from Bruce.

Dick catches his eye and grins, like the cat who got the canary. Jason whistles obnoxiously, just to pretend he's not half as flustered as he feels.

"Not so bad yourself, handsome," Dick says, dragging his own gaze over Jason's body.

Jason shivers, a blush stinging the back of his neck. "Keep lookin' at me like that, Dickface, an' I don't think we're gonna make it t' the party."

"Well. It'd be a shame to waste all your hard work, little wing," Dick says, and this time, when he looks Jason over, his gaze lingers. He feels warm in the chilly night air, like he's wearing a sweater in summer.

Before he can think of something else to say---or maybe just grab the tie around Dick's neck and haul him up the stairs to Jason's apartment---Dick is opening the door for him, inviting him into the passenger seat of his sports car.

Jason slides in, rather than embarrass himself, or ruin their plans for the evening.

Dick slips gracefully into the driver's seat; reaching out and taking Jason's hand as soon as they're on the road. For once, the drive is absent of 80s power ballads, disco, and musical numbers. Jason is grateful for the peace. It gives him time to compose himself. This is important. He wants to do it right. For Dick.

The drive takes less time than Jason expected, even with Dick---for probably the first time in his fucking life---obeying all traffic laws. Before Jason knows it, Dick's hand is untangling from his as they exit the car. Dick passes the keys along with a smile and an extravagant tip, shoulder brushing Jason's arm when he comes to stand with him.

"You good?" he asks, under his breath.

"Peachy. Just tryin' to remember how I let you convince me to walk into a viper pit."

That gets a laugh from Dick---though he suppresses it quickly. "You can hold my hand, if it makes you feel safer," he offers.

"Baby," Jason says, "I always wanna hold your hand." But this time, he puts his hand on the small of Dick's back, smiling when Dick wraps his arm around Jason's waist in turn.

"Stop, you're going to make me blush," Dick says. Despite the sarcasm, his ears look pinker than usual.

"Well, can't have that," Jason says, and he's grinning now. "I'm the only one who gets to see you blush."

Dick laughs again, and this time, he doesn't bother suppressing it, despite the way it turns a few heads as they walk in the door. Dick ignores them, looking up at Jason instead. "You're a menace," he says, fondly.

"Just don't forget, bringing me here was your idea," Jason reminds.

"Oh, I know," Dick says. He stops them, just before coat check-in, and rises onto his toes. His lips brush the corner of Jason's mouth. "Still think it was one of my best."

There's no stopping the blush that blooms across his cheeks. "Night's still young," he says, proud when it comes out at least mostly even.

Dick looks at him through half-closed eyes, smile still on his face. "I could never regret a night spent with you, Jason."

#this one just kinda spilled out <3 #jaydick #dickjay #waffleinator-inator #tauriawritesfanfic #asks and answers #that ending was the most elegant stopping place i reached tbh i hope it isn't too abrupt

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castlebyersafterdark · 14 days ago

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why does will need to look conventionally hot to be in his main character arc? it would be inappropriate seeing as theyre meant to be nerd losers, and look uncool, which makes their heroism even better cos its playing with 80s tropes and beauty standards of who can be the hero. if will looked hot like a bridgerton lead it would be so lame and also completely inappropriate artistically for his character and the storytelling.

i love their nerd asses, i wanna be cringing at least 40% of the time watching this show, like i always have been

(and folks saying the Rightside Up episode title is uninspired?? Its sheer perfection, the ultimate reprise. It works so well for this genre and this show. That's like saying that the kids naming the Upside Down itself 'the Upside Down' is uninspired because all they did is flip a board upside down.)

Hair in this fandom is amusingly one of the most controversial topics around! And yet, I always indulge this discussion. Wild. All respect, no fighting, as always. Maybe it's annoying when I constantly restate that and preface things with it, but hey, I'm an annoying guy and want to alleviate myself of being someone inviting contention 🤷‍♂️

Firstly - it is the glorious, weirdly haired 80s! Yes! We cannot judge hairstyle or fashion by modern standards. Sure, we can personally not like it in today's mindset (I happen to love the "good" and the "bad" of the era a whole lot), but we should consider things through a different vision. And, same as today, the same hairstyle can be considered cool or uncool depending on your social group or what trends you think hit or miss the mark.

Long hair: forever controversial. Rebellious, or chic. Freak, or heartthrob. My lame, conservative father wants me to cut my hair because I look like a degenerate, but the cool guys at school and the guys with record deals and whose videos are on MTV all have long hair. But the hot, popular guys at school have short hair. Wait, but this guy's hot and popular, too and he has longer hair? It's all so confusing. That's how it's always been. Style is so subjective. Every era.

Mike's long hair in season 4. I just personally think that it was a symbolic departure for Mike - we have to ignore Finn haha. Not every character in the show with longer hair does it as an act of rebellion. I genuinely don't think Jonathan is doing it for that reason. I honestly don't think he's putting much thought into it, he just looks like that. Steve? He puts SO MUCH thought into his hair. It's kind of it's own thing. Dustin? I also don't think he put much thought until after Eddie dies - we see it longer than ever. I think his is definitely now an homage. Mike? I think it was rebellion, it was changing his look to emulate this older guy he knew and looked up to (and crushed on) and even if not a complete 1:1 mimic, it was inspired by trying to be something different. My personal opinion is just subjectively that I prefer how Mike looks with the shorter hair. I think it suits him better. It's cuter, fits his sweet, nerdy boy aesthetic rather than what was going on in season 5. I don't think it's necessarily a direct "return to conformity" but a return to Mike. He was trying to be many things in the whirlwind of freshman year. Time will tell.

The bowlcut. And the bowlcut of season five improved. Firstly - the thing I enjoy about Stranger Things is honestly? No one really on the cast is "traditionally" hot. They're all plenty good looking and attractive and hot - but you know what I'm saying? Anyway, the party all looks dorky but we know they're nerdy cute. I don't even see how they could take Will and make him this - I don't even know what? He totally did have a glow-up. In an appropriate way for the character. It's just enough to make him look more mature, the difference between a guy just turning 15 in season 4 and a guy well into 16 as a junior in season 5. That's a big jump for a teenager. They all look more mature. And Will looks so endearing in his season 5 wardrobe and styling so far.

And I'm a big fan of The Rightside Up as the ending title. It's a parallel! It's a callback! It's a book end!! It's a hint towards a happy ending, they did it, they win - we've always known that, but now we get to see it. I love this kind of stuff. If you're afraid of cheesy, sentimental stuff, don't watch the 80s nostalgia show that kick-started this whole past decade of that entire aesthetic. This show did was the catalyst. It's gonna be a little cheesy and I think it's very expected to name the final episode The Rightside Up, and I absolutely love that they've done it.

#asks #queued

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iztarshi · 10 months ago

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Fandom: TMNT multi-turtle crossover. rottmnt centric.

Dear Turtles,

Those of us designated outcasts of society though no fault of our own have long dreamed of a place where we can stand tall among our fellow turtles, a community where we would be understood. Now that need no longer be a dream.

In the year 2020 we, the turtles of dimension 872D1, have been able to create a stable portal connecting to that year in multiple universes. You, the turtles of 18R153, are the youngest of the universes we have so far been able to contact. While we were teenagers in the late 80s and early 90s, you are continuing our legacy as teenage mutant ninja turtles as we speak. We are excited to welcome you among us and hope we can provide you with support.

Within this letter you will find four portal keys, one for each of your team. At six o’clock tonight, press the button on your portal key to create a portal and be transported to a place where you will be among your own kind.

Signed, Donatello

P.S. The portal key will still work at any other time, it’s just if you come tonight there’s a welcome party. Please don’t feel rushed to decide. - Leonardo

“We should go,” says Leo, the instant Raph shows him the letter.

“Are you sure?” Raph asks. “They said the invitation’s still open later if we don’t want to come now. Maybe we should wait until we’re over… this whole situation.” The wave of his hand takes in both his own bandaged eye and Leo’s mummified shell.

Leo shakes his head. “The letter said they’re adult versions of us. Like Casey’s senseis. We’ve gotta make a good first impression.”

“Yeah,” Raph says. Because they need friends like that if anything else happens again. Because wouldn’t it be awful to disappoint versions of themselves that are so much more than they are. “Yeah. Raph gets it.”

All the same, it’s awful getting ready. Leo gets excited about picking out clothes, but struggles to get into them without hurting himself. No one mentions the real reason they’re going in full outfits is to hide the bandages on Leo and Donnie’s shells. Raph needs to hide the ones on his shoulder too, but they’re only a small patch and could probably come off. The bandages over his eye are harder to hide. In the end he takes them off and hopes his mask will hide that his eye is puffy and swollen. Mikey wears gloves and holds his hands behind his back so no one can see them shake.

“We all ready?” Raph asks, holding the portal key and watching his phone count down to six o’clock. Three voices answer in the affirmative. “Mad Dogs roll out.”

He presses the key and watches the portal grow in front of him, fading gently to reveal a window into a room with tables full of pizza and a banner in bubble writing saying, “WELCOME TURTLES!!!”

Looking back through it are pudgy middle-aged turtles slightly shorter than Leo with sweet, rounded faces. They’re not wearing clothes, besides their rather pastel ninja bands, but their Michelangelo has a party hat on.

Raphael steps through feeling bewildered, but much less nervous.

“Welcome to the Casa Tortuga,” the Michelangelo says. “I dig your funky looks, little dudes.”

“Little?” says Donnie, taking in this new Michelangelo from head to toe with an efficient flick of his eyes.

Raph shoots him a look. They gotta be polite.

Another portal opening takes the attention away from them. The turtles who step out of that one look far closer to what Raph was expecting. Sure, they’re still short, but they’re buff as hell and they’ve got a serious look like they’ve been through some shit.

“Great, you guys came,” the pastel Donatello says.

The buff Raphael folds his arms like he’s already regretting it, but the Michelangelo grins and holds his hand up for a high three. “I would not want to miss a party run by you guys. Who else is on the guest list?”

“Some other guys we had a crossover with,” Donatello answers. “And the turtles prime but we’re not expecting them to come. And we found these guys!”

He gestures proudly to the Mad Dogs, like they’re a new invention, and Leo responds by striking a pose. “Thank you, thank you, Leonardo, Leon, Nardo, Captain Blue, or Blue Jitsu at your service.”

“Really?” says the buff turtle in the blue mask, his mouth twitching suspiciously at the corner. “I’m Leo.”

The third portal opening once again takes everyone’s attention. The turtles who come out of this one look. Well. With feet that size they’d probably be hard to knock over in battle? Must make it harder to climb buildings without the grippy toes, though. They’re also dressed up, which makes Raph feel better about his group having clothes on. And what they’re dressed in…

“Wow, total Hot Topic vibes,” Leo says, having apparently forgotten about being polite.

“I wouldn’t talk if I was wearing as much fake brand name stuff as you,” the new Raph says.

Leo gives the Raph a look that says his weakness for people who won’t put up with his nonsense is kicking in and tries to drape himself across his shoulders. He gets shoved off, of course, and he almost hides the wince when the shove hits his shell. The Raph certainly hasn’t noticed.

“Looks like everybody’s here, amigos!” the Michelangelo with the party hat says loudly. “Time for food.”

Raph turns his attention to the three tables laden with pizza. They are labelled. “PIZZA”, “WEIRD PIZZA” and “REALLY WEIRD PIZZA”. One of the really weird pizzas appears to be levitating and another is scuttling around on little legs. This might still be less weird than the weird pizza labelled “fudge, marshmallow and anchovy”.

Raph watches his Donnie pick up the scuttling pizza and thoughtfully bite a leg off. Meanwhile the pudgy turtles and the little, freckled Mikey are digging into the weird pizzas and the buff ones are going for normal pizzas. Raph decides to play it safe, while also seeing if staying close to the cool, serious Raph will let him strike up a conversation, and goes for normal pizzas.

Everyone’s loosening up and chatting as the party gets into its stride, but Raph feels awkward. These three groups of turtles know each other, or at least two of them know the third. The Mad Dogs are the odd ones out, no matter how friendly the hosts of this shindig are. Plus, Raph is towering over everyone. There are chairs dotted around in a variety of sizes, including his size, but he still feels like he’s drawing everyone’s eyes. Normally he likes being the big guy, the one who can take the hits and protect but he’s the only Raph this size. And the smaller Raphs don’t have badly injured little brothers trying to hide it. He feels like a fraud, like the friendly punch in the arm and “how much can you bench, big guy?” from the buff Raph would be taken away if this Raph knew that none of his training or working out had let him save Leo from nearly dying.

The others look like they’re doing better. Mikey’s managed to engage the stompy Raphael and the host Leonardo in a conversation about drawing. The Donatellos have congregated into a tight and alarming group. Leo’s being the life of the party, chatting away to anyone who will listen.

Then, just as Leo and the host Raphael are getting a bit too determined to win a pun contest, the Raphael suddenly jumps forward and gently lifts Leo’s arm. There’s blood soaking through his hoodie and dripping softly to the tiled floor.

“Is there a doctor in the house?’ the Raphael asks.

“Uh,” says Leo, trying to pull away.

The pudgy Donatello appears at his Raphael’s elbow. “Should we boil some water?”

“I can’t believe you haven’t learned any more first-aid than that in the last thirty years,” the Raphael laments, shifting to hold Leo more supportively. They both turn to look at the buff Donatello who immediately comes over.

The Raph next to him takes that moment to tip Raph’s chin down and look very intensely into - no, at - his eyes. “Don, I think this one’s hurt too,” he yells.

“No, Raph’s fine.” Raph shoves his hand over his eye and the pressure stings, but he can’t bring himself to pull it away.

Across the room the freckled Mikey pulls up the back of Donnie’s hoodie and says, “Woah, this guy’s super bandaged.”

“Alright, turtles!” their host Leonardo says, in a voice which cuts through the babble. “Herd them into the living room and sit them down on the couch. We’ll fetch…”

“A first aid kit,” says the buff Donatello. “And actually you could boil some water.”

The Leonardo nods and says, in a voice full of confidence, “We’ll do that.”

Raph resists the herding uncertainly. It’s not like he needs checking, although Leo definitely does. Then the pudgy, middle-aged Raphael and Michelangelo catch each other’s eyes, take one of Raph’s hands each and pull like little tugboats with unexpected power. He finds himself stumbling into a room containing a very Raph sized three piece suite just as the buff Michelangelo comes in with Raph’s own Mikey held firmly under one arm.

Someone says, “You were expecting large turtles?”

The host Donatello answers, “We wanted to be sure we could be welcoming to anyone undergoing a super-mutation arc.”

“Huh,” says the buff Donatello. “I doubt I would have been a very good guest when that was happening.”

“We do have a cage as well, if you prefer,” the host Raphael says.

“Thank you, but that was over with a while ago. I’ll just see to the patient.”

Leo, who has been herded into the chair while the rest of them are on the giant sofa, is now squirming at the approach of a Donatello who looks much calmer than his own but even harder to get around.

“It’s fine,” Leo says rapidly. “It’s, you know, we’re pretty tough really. Even if we don’t look that way right now, ha. It’s just a minor injury and it doesn’t really need thiiiiis many turtles.”

The Donatello narrows his eyes while his corresponding Raph takes up a station in front of the door with his arms folded.

“Listen,” the Donatello says, drawing his bo. “We can do this the easy way, or we can test the thickness of that very thick skull.”

“Ah, jeez, why are Donnies like this?” Leo laments.

“Because we spend so much time worrying about turtles like you,” the Donatello says.

The stompy Raph pokes Leo’s shoulder gently. “Just let him get on with it, kid. And next time don’t try to hide injuries like that, I wouldn’t have shoved you if I’d known.”

“Yes,” says the stompy Donnie, currently engaged it trying to get Raph’s own Donnie to stop hissing at him and let him remove his hoodie. “It would very stupid if a turtle made a habit of hiding serious injuries. Wouldn’t it, Raphael?

Raph finds himself converged on by two Leonardos while the third, their host, returns with his Donatello, the first aid kit, and plenty of hot water. He then disappears again to make “medicinal tea” that their Splinter always makes for them when they get injured. Raph isn’t fighting it any longer, it’s actually kind of reassuring, especially seeing a brisk Donatello in his mid-thirties check over Leo. Technically they’ve been treated by Draxum who knows more about their biology than anyone else possibly could, but there’s still something nice about having other turtles do it. Even if some of those turtles are making bets about what caused this in the background. For some reason “window” is the favourite. “Shredder” is coming in second which makes a lot more sense.

The Donatello treating Leo pauses and says, “I don’t know what you’re made of that you survived this, because none of us could have, but you seem to be healing okay. You should stay off your feet, though.”

Leo stops his embarrassed squirming and says, “…Really?”

Raph loses the Hot Topic Leo who slides off the arm of the couch and goes over. “I can do healing hands if it’s that bad.” Then, without waiting, he holds his hands together and starts chanting, moving them as he does. When he touches Leo’s cracked shell there’s a visible difference, small pieces knitting themselves back into place and the bleeding stops.

Mikey sits up next to Raphael, leaning forward as much as the giant couch lets him. “Teach me to do that.”

The pudgy Michelangelo, who has been hovering over Mikey ever since his gloves were removed, reaches out and takes Mikey’s cracked hands between his. “It looks like those hands have done enough for now, little dude.”

“No,” Mikey says. “I’m a mystic warrior! I pulled Leo back from another dimension! There’s got to be more I can do when he’s still hurt or what good is any of it.”

“Yeah,” says the Michelangelo. “I get that. Trust me, I can feel how bright you are, I know you can do tubuloso amounts of stuff. But maybe not right now? We got a turtle who can do it already and that doesn’t mean you can’t, it just means you don’t gotta push yourself.”

Raph puts an arm around Mikey’s shaking shoulders. “Mikey, it’s okay, you can let them…” Mikey’s furious gaze and the other Michelangelo’s knowing one makes him rethink. “We… can let them take care of us.”

Raph lets gentle hands clean his eye, which is sore and dry from the exposure to air, and put a new compress and new bandages over it. Even Donnie has stopped hissing and is letting the stompy Donatello clean his shell.

Then that Donatello clears his throat and makes Donnie tense up by saying, “So, I’m not an expert on softshell biology. But it looks like it’s a very good thing you are a softshell because your shell has torn and bruised instead of shattering despite… uh… what looks a lot like tentacles shoving their way through it?”

“I hacked a spaceship with a biological interface,” Donnie says flatly. He’s pulled his phone out of his pocket and is staring at it instead of any of the turtles around him.

The Donatello’s bandana sticks straight up in the air in alarm. “These went into your brain? Now I’m even more surprised you’re not in a coma. Leo, can we get healing hands over here too?”

“It was an interface, it was designed to work that way,” Donnie says. “The technodrome didn’t do the damage connecting, it was being ripped out when the Krang found me.”

There is an echoing around the room of “the krang?” “the technodrome?” “what kind of krang did you have?” but Raph misses whatever comes next because the echoes keep going, round and round his head, and he feels strange. Familiar strange, like his head is full of hot fluff and the world is slightly to the right of where it should be. Mikey hugs his arm hard and another Mikey, the little freckled one, lands on his lap and reaches up to pat his snout. Raph hears this Mikey say something about “grounding” and “like my alligator friend” but he can’t focus on that now. Instead he wraps an arm around each Mikey and breathes.

He comes back to the host Donatello saying, “Our Krang did have a robot with feet the size of our chests once, but it wasn’t very stable once we took out the molecular amplification unit. Plus, he’s just one person, not a species, and a disembodied brain at that.”

“Wasn’t he a banished member of our Kraang?” asks the Hot Topic Leo.

The Donatello answers, “Only in crossovers.”

Raph’s own Donnie says, “So that’s how you met these guys? Maybe if we’d had another season.”

“Don’t let it bother you, we can make our own crossovers now,” answers the host Donatello. “There’s never enough time to exchange notes during the official ones.”

”What?” Raph asks, wondering if he’s fully back in reality or not.

Donnie buries his snout in his phone again. “Don’t worry about it.”

The smell of pizza makes Raph look around and he finds the unoccupied turtles pulling in small tables and piles of pizza. It makes him realise that if the party is moving in here his brothers — and especially him — are taking up all the seating. Plus, he should really be helping out. When he tries to get up though he finds the buff Raph pushing him back into place.

“You stay off yer feet for now,” he says.

Raph shakes his head. “Raph can help. Raph didn’t get hurt badly like Leo and Donnie.”

“Yer still hurt,” says the buff Raph.

“I should have protected them.”

“I get that. It sucks when you can’t protect your brothers. My Leo’s been in a coma and Donny’s been through stuff he still won’t talk about when I wasn’t there. But hey, sometimes keepin’ em alive is all you can do. They look like they’re gonna heal okay.”

Raph finds himself nudged into looking over at his brothers. Mikey is still next to him, arguing across Raph’s lap with the older Mikey still tucked against Raph’s other side. Donnie is showing off something on his phone to the other Donatellos and Raph assumes it’s tech until he hears the word “pizzasaurus”. Leo’s lost his social flair from earlier and his smile is considerably more shy than sparkling, but he is smiling again, hands waving as he explains something to the Hot Topic Leo and Raph.

“You think you guys will be coming here a lot?” Raph asks quietly.

“Of course,” both the buff Raph and the freckled Mikey chorus.

Nearby their pudgy host Leonardo looks incredibly proud.

#febuwhumpday14 #febuwhump #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise turtles #tmnt 1987 #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2003 #turtle nexus #which has not been named yet but that's what it's going to be nicknamed thanks to 03 #I am posting on the right day I just got too impatient to wait much past midnight and I'm in the UK

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bigcityroadie · 4 months ago

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⠀⠀⠀☆ — Janie Jones ׅ⎖

⠀Word travels through roadie crews, Janie ends ⠀up hearing about this app, Tumblr. Seeing all ⠀the rockstars on it, he decides to give it a try.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ Don't like? Don't interact.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀... more info below

Before you follow / interact

I am new to rp on tumblr so please be patient with me while I figure everything out, but I am not new to rock star rp! I've written an array of rock stars on twitter that I plan to move here!

I prefer not to write with minors!! Just a personal comfort thing as I'm nineteen turning twenty soon! 16+ is okay just be warned! (If I accidentally follow you and you're 15 or below please block, asks are fine though!)

Nsfw and such is fine, I don't mind it! (Anything descriptive is for dms only! and please be respectful, I won't hesitate to block.)

My writing is usually literate, so changing layout forms is gonna be awkward for me, but I'm learning!

I also write the darker topics that come with rock stars and the 80s, which is another reason I don't write with most minors! If anything might be triggering, feel free to block!!

This is an original portrayal, and has nothing to do with nor any relations to Brent Muscat. It is simply an fc for an original character.

My asks are open so feel free to either interact ic or ask questions about me ooc! (Please label anything ooc if so that way I won't get confused. Just don't be creepy!!)

Single-ship seems to be the standard on tumblr, but I prefer multi-ship. If you don't like that it's fine just don't judge me about it. (A main ship will be reserved with proper chemistry.)

My activity may be on and off, so don't expect me to be active all of the time!

My private messages are open too, so if that's preferred we can write in there or just chat!

Ooc is labeled with // !!

I go by Swine, my pronouns are he/him. I'm available on discord for roleplay too! I don't automatically respond ic as it's my personal discord, so don't send ic starters and such.

Other blogs are @outofthecellar @whitesnakez & @breaking-thechains

Personal blog is @quiet-riot-breathless

⠀⠀⠀ Now onto Janie!

Set during the 80s, Janie works for any band around, and isn't set with any band specifically.

Janie first started working as a roadie at the age of 17, and has been doing it for several years now.

Known for being charming and pleasant company, he's gained a reputation amongst roadies!

A hard worker, Janie knows how to maintain most instruments, gear, and can even fix minor clothing mishaps.

Janie even knows how to play a bit of guitar too, but never fully pursued it.

Often mistaken for a woman, it's where the nickname Janie came from, which eventually stuck. His real name is Jacob.

In the rare moments Janie has downtime, he rides his skateboard or reads books.

Janie doesn't constantly dabble in drugs and alcohol, but he loves to go to parties when invited.

Unlabeled! Not really closeted or open about it either. What happens in the back of the bus, stays in the back of the bus!

Totally cool with affection. He doesn't really seek it out, but loves to give hugs or cuddles to whoever asks or needs it.

⠀⠀That's all for now folks!

#original character rp #rock star rp #rockstar rp #classic rock rp #rp blog #80s rock rp #roleplay #not the real brent muscat #ooc: last one #ooc: maybe

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just-kit-ink · 1 year ago

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For the Fairytale AU, imagine theres a ball happening! I'm not sure when this would take place in the Framed Jester plot, but we all love Fairytale balls ^^

Jessica is noticed to be a bit more happy then she usually is (she may or may not have plans to let Roger stay so they could dance). Doom thinks this would be a waste of everyone's time, but he's not gonna get on Jessica's bad side, so he's made it the weasels' job to patrol around the vicinity of the ballroom. Jessica also invited Eddie and Dolores as a way to thank him for his work! (Also so Eddie can keep an eye on Doom. Jessica has been very suspicious of him lately)

Though Kitty now needs to learn how to dance at a fancy gathering such as this. Thankfully, Poppy is more than happy to help out ^^ she even had sewn Kitty a dress that is both elegant and makes her more comfortable than the gowns she had been wearing thus far! (Maybe the ball is where Kitty meets her future husband? 👀)

As a servant, Poppy doesn't expect to be able to join in the festivities. But maybe Kitty convinces Jessica to let her celebrate, too ^^ it would be the perfect opportunity for a certain smartass weasel to see Poppy all dolled up for the first time~

//Ohhhh I love this, it would look great on film!

Kitty in the 80s actually does dance but her styles are different to ballroom. I can see her wearing a lilac ballgown and white gloves with her hair up. Poppy teaching her how to dance would be adorable I can see her pretending to do the man's (or leader's) part and dipping her and then they both fall about laughing!

Kitty would feel quite out of place because she's still pretending after all, what if she is asked to dance? It's very likely someone will ask the lost princess to dance. As the ball progresses and the nerves melt away, she is asked to dance by a handsome young duke about her age and Poppy gives her an encouraging smile.

Meanwhile Valiant scopes out the scene and watches Doom like a hawk. He keeps going in and out of highly guarded doors. Roger is still in hiding but Valiant notices there's a person in a donkey costume that suspiciously sounds like Roger's snuck into the party to make people laugh.

Poppy comes down the staircase on her way to meet Smarty who's in a Venetian style pink outfit. She has to admits, he cleans up nice. Smarty lays his eyes on her and all other women are invisible. There is no Cinderella or Sleeping Beauty or Jessica Rabbit. There is only the rabbit woman in the extravagently made rosy gown that descends before him.

Greasy: Ay Ay Ayy....!

Smartass: *elbows him so hard in the ribs he doubles over*

#marinerainbow #who framed roger rabbit #smartass weasel #toon patrol #poppy o'hare #kitty hawkins #oc #au

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auspex · 1 year ago

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fuck it discord rant with no context (feel free to ask for context) about my last session

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ok little context: mark and cassidy driving home from mission where the anarch party they were investigating got raided by camarilla so they have to take the long way home. also, mark juts got a text from sampson that they need to talk. otherwise good luck making sense of this if u havent heard mark rants before.

Mark learned: -Cassidy turned in 1853 california -loves older western movies, NOT spaghetti westerns except once upon a time in th west -loves detective novels; steven king -has larger goals that he doesnt want to say due to mark's sire having a short leash on him lol -guessed mark was about 5 years dead, mark told him it was less than a year. cassidy was pretty surprised lol -cassidy asked marks goals and what he wanted. mark talked abt goals of stability, and knowing whats going on in the city. talked around it but basically said he also wanted someone he felt he could actually talk to T_T This is what inspired lighter covnersation abtmovies and books -cassidy invited him to WATCH A MOVIE W HIM AT THE CINEMA LOVE WINS (NOT A DATE FOR SURE UNLESS?) -

Now its time to talk to sampson on the next night

due to something julius did mark has to shelter some anarchs in the sewers on his territory. he made it clear the SEWERS only. theyve been moving in.

anyway marks goes to the bar. theres some sketchy ppl outside .oh god. anarchs not listening to directions? THATS CRAZY. Anyway the bar is closed early. it has blinds. many locks. sampson lets mark in and is like. dude. wtf are these people around. ive been seeing htem around and we figured out they were vampires and you said htis place would be safe?? i cant keep doing this???

he's like i know its not all always your fault or things happen in spite of you but what am i supposed to do? i cant live like this again? what am i supposed to do?? And marks just like look anarchs have been moving in city wide ill deal with this and . sampson presses and hes like deal with them how. and marks like IDK kick them out? kill th- and sampsons like YES KILL THEM you killed that one random person cant you kill kindred on your territory?

like OOF that 1 ONE murder lives in his head dsakjfsfdkjds

he's crying, also, ends up saying 'after all this i dont want to talk to you again, i know you bring me stuff to keep me alive' and then be breaks down MORE like REALLY sobbing

so mark gives him a little time to compose himself. then gets all cold and is basically like. so be it. ill still have to see you monthly, but we can try to limit it. but then sampsons like. "I dont know. I just. dont know what to do. i cant sleep with these guys out there all the time" and mark is like "do you want me to deal with them right now?" and smaspons like "yes" so. mark leaves to deal with them!

he grabs piece of shit tony who is supposed to be helping manage this territory. tony says the guys claimed he invited him there, so mark has to explain how they are allowed in the sewers but no where else. and that he wants the three in front of the plaza dealt with Tonight. they work out a deal. tony drives around collecting ghouls and plays this song.

the ghouls are wearing ski masks and have various weapons. he assigns them an order. and turns up the music and they start FUCKING those guys up. first guy modified his glock to be semi automatic? one gets downed immedaitely. 3 other ghouls approach with melee weapons. one gets killed sadly but all the kindred who were loitering by the bar get torpored in short order. Tony is pissed and yells at a corpse about whose gonna pay to replace his ghoul? Ooffff. but yeah mission done. tony says to mark to get out of his car.

He does so. returns to bar. SESSIONEND

SESSION END!

THEY WERE ABOUT TO GET TO TALK! im sure they are shook by the Incredible Violence outside but whatever

DSLKFJDSLFSD

#Spotify

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maleyanderecafe · 2 years ago

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Crows Like Things that Sparkle (Webcomic)

Created by: Mr.C/ Mijoo

Genre: Fantasy/Smut

I feel like I really want to like this webcomic. There's a knight female lead, character development for the yandere and there are some actually cool moments in it. The problem itself is the relationship between the two leads, which is a shame because that's what the entire webcomic hinges in. The good news is that there is a male yandere in it, the bad news is, just like me, you too will wish that you could punch this guy in the face as well. As of writing this, there are almost about 80 chapters.

The story starts with with a war between a kingdom and the enemy barbarians, the Norcans, finally brought down viciously by Captain Sahara Ellawood. Upon winning this war, she and her troops are able to come back to be honored by the king. The prince Chestia y Sollante meanwhile is playboying around with another girl, and ends up seeing Sahara kill four muggers that attacked this girl. The prince takes interest in her and Sahara feels awkward about being so rude to the prince before he ends up tagging along. She is invited to be praised by the king at a ball and over the course of a couple of days, the prince seduces her and has sex with her. After leaving and the prince getting injured and tended by Sahara, he uses his power as the prince to force her to strip, yet for some reason she still becomes enamored with him (because "she likes shiny things", I guess). There's a bit of a side thing about tracking down a thief in the village, as well as making a new dress for Sahara. As for the prince, no matter how many other women he brings to his bed, he can't help but think of Sahara, however, upon going to the party, he instead sees the Duke take interest in her and dance. The Duke treats her kindly throughout, while the Prince watches in jealousy, though Sahara's mind is still fixated on the Prince. The Prince encounters the Duke, telling him to stay away from her, but the Duke boldly states that he likes and cares for her, driving him to become more jealous as he watches Sahara supposedly run away from him, and even being afraid of him touching her. Sahara on the other hand continues to put space between her and the Prince after what happened. The Duke and Sahara get closer to each other, to the point where the Duke asks her if he will marry him so that he doesn't have to be approached by the Prince, even promising to divorce whenever she feels. The Prince gets more restless, having strong insomnia because of Sahara, and finds out that some royals have adopted her, and thus she will be living in the castle with him. Out of anger, the Prince nearly kills one of Sahara's subordinates, but not before Sahara sees and is able to bring him away after passing out. When Sahara greets the Prince in the morning he is desperate for her, begging her to not leave, hugging her causing her to tremble. The Prince admits his obsession towards her, stating that without her he can no longer sleep, and that he's willing to give up everything he has just so she will stay. Sahara agrees but under a couple conditions: to not harm her or her subordinates and to not touch her. As Sahara investigates who assaulted one of her knights, the Prince tries to find ways to woo Sahara with gifts with advice from her adopted dad. The Prince is able to keep his promise about not touching Sahara, but with some difficulties considering that she's all he thinks about. Sahara, as she's loyal to the king, decides to be by the Princes side and starts to suspect the duke, as the crown guard are rather disloyal to the king. We learn quickly about the Prince's heritage, how he's very likely a bastard child and not of the royalty linage, something that people ended up spreading rumors about which affected how he perceived himself. The Prince gets really jealous, believing that Sahara ended up marrying the Duke, however, it was the complete opposite, having her attempt to bring the Duke in, making the Prince very happy. During another ball, there is an assassination attempt, something that Sahara takes care of fairly easily, with a battle to prevent the city from being bombed. As a result thereafter, Sahara and her troops go on a quest to kill a bunch of disloyal religious figures, murdering them with little regards from them, in the attempts to fix the bombing that so happens and for going against the king.

I... feel like I should like Sahara. I mean she's a pretty cool and ruthless when she's allowed to be a warrior. I mean her first scene of decapitating someone and her latest scenes of her walking around with blood slicing apart any religious figure that goes against the crown shows that she can be one if the writers want her be. She has at least a semi unique backstory as well, saved by the kingdom and living in essentially the wilderness, which in theory makes for an interesting and powerful female lead.... Except for the giant problem of when it comes to the Prince, she immediately turns into, and I quote "a wet pile of cardboard", which is completely and exactly accurate. I'm not saying that you can't have cool female leads who are shy when it comes to sex and romance, but it still needs to make sense for the character, and it just... doesn't for Sahara. For someone who is suppose to be warrior who is terrifying in how she executes her enemies, having her suddenly becomes so submissive doesn't really make any sense, especially since it's not indicated before that she would end up acting this way. The relationship between her and the Prince also doesn't make a whole lot of sense. Initially, she's enraptured by him because he is "shiny" (or basically alluring), which is why she has sex with him in the first place, however, after he forces her to strip, she becomes somewhat traumatized, so much that she starts shaking when he touches her. However, suddenly after she learns about his backstory... she's suddenly okay with him touching her. Granted, he does at least respect her wishes in terms of not touching or hurting the people around her, but the problem is that the two of them don't really develop any meaningful relationship outside of then talking about what happens in the kingdom and about his past, so the romance between them feels superficial at worst and shallow at best. The reason for her being so loyal to the crown princes also doesn't make a ton of sense, as not only did the king forget about the war until he was able to kill their general, the two princes also ended up humiliating her, which I feel like is probably enough reason to stop being so loyal. The best solution to this is to just not put the romance in this story because it's way more interesting when she's just off doing more knight based duties then having to deal with the nonsense of the romance plot.

As for the Prince, where do I start with this guy. He starts out as a playboy who sleeps with a different girl every night, and ends up seducing Sahara and sleeping with her as well (I think it's also implied that this is Sahara's first time sleeping with someone). After she explains very clearly that she's not comfortable being with him, the Prince uses his power to make her strip for him, which leads to her being afraid of him touching her. Soon after that, he becomes obsessed with her to the point of not being able to sleep with others, gains insomnia because of it and even kills one of the ladies he tries to sleep with (which apparently is just brushed over like its nothing). He does have a begging scene with Sahara which would be something I would be livid for if his face doesn't constantly look punchable in every frame. The Prince does at least have a proper character arc as compared to Sahara, since he goes from a doochy playboy to a less doochy clingy guy, but it's also his fault that Sahara wants to stay away from him and if it not for the forces of the writers trying to smash these two dolls faces together, honestly, should have married the Duke or at least made it harder for the Prince to try to get with her again. Sahara forgives him way, WAY too easily to be believable and in the end, the Prince still gets away with killing that one girl and being with Sahara because plot. Again, these two have very little meaningful time together (other than maybe playing the sympathy card for the Prince since he's a bastard child and not really of the throne), so when Sahara declares while fighting that it's for the sake of love, it feels really shallow.

As a yandere though, while it takes a while, he does get obsessed with Sahara, only wanting her and not being satisfied with any other girl (which... kind of just sounds like your dick talking but that's fine), to the point of not being able to sleep. He tries to off one of Sahara's subordinates, threatens to kill the Duke when he thought that he was going to marry Sahara and is even willing to throw away his title as Prince just to be with her. He is for sure a yandere, just kind of a badly written one and more of a softer one. Which would be fine, if he actually had chemistry with Sahara, which he doesn't and- I'm just going to stop there.

I don't really like or remember the other characters that well too. I think the only one I genuinely liked was a side character who made the dress for Sahara. His backstory was that as a child he loved making dresses (despite being looked down upon because he is a male and guys can't make dresses, I guess) and had to fight and learn to make them until he got where he was today. I would far rather read a story that is based around that character and he was in the story for less than five chapters.

Overall, would I recommend this webcomic? Probably not. Even for a smut, the sex portions are lack luster (and again, this is coming from someone who mostly just tolerates Josei smut), the story is only really good at the beginning and near the current new chapters, and the two main characters just don't have any meaningful chemistry to make sense. There are portions that I did like about it, but it's probably not worth to read through those parts even with a male yandere. If you are interested, give it a try, and maybe you'll like it better than I did.

#Crows like things that sparkle #male yandere #yandere #yandere boy #recommendations #webcomic #ongoing

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tell me everything abt hicktown RIGHT NOW!!!!!

WOah calm down there friend no need to pull out the capital letters and the five (5) exclamation marks! (tysm for asking abt them they're in my head 24/7 and I'm kissing u right on ur beautiful noggin)

okay, this is really hard to explain itd be easier to show but I have ZERO (0) pages done so ur gonna have to stick with me okay pleas and thank u.

Hicktown takes place in a small town in the 80s and focuses (I'm gonna switch POVs a couple thousand times so sorry in advance) on Jacob, who has just moved into said small town to live with his stepbrother Joe and him being the amazing family man he continues his fathers legacy by leaving a child by their lonesome to go party with his friends and now Jacob's on his own so he just explores this big ass house, did I mention Joe's family is rich? Remember that.

Switch POVs we're with Joe at this random party hanging out with his girlfriend (Angie) and his BFF (Eddie) on a patio (very important detail/s). Angie fucks off to who knows where and so The Boys are alone and Eddie breaks the silence with:

"Hey, I love you man but your girlfriend is kind of a freak."

Very tactful but not tactful enough so Joe displaying a very Rare W is like "Hey man that's totally not cool what you said about someone I really care about please take that back and apologise to Angie or we won't be friends anymore." (HE DOESN'T ACTUALLY SAY THIS IT INVOLVES A LOT LESS CRITICAL THINKING) so they have a big fight Joe probably calls Eddie faggot (did I mention that Eddie's gay and has internalised homophobia running through his veins and Joe knows this and also uses this against him. Wow [I PROMISE IT GETS BETTER]) so Eddie leaves and Angie comes back.

Angie can see that he's upset so she Invites Joe to go out into the woods with her to take a breather and he Accepts.

So they go out into the woods together and they talk about anything that they can think of until Angie stops Joe. They're deep into the woods now and the only thing allowing them to see is the moonlight. It's a quiet night sans the music but even then it's been drowned out from the distance. Even the quiet chittering of wildlife is gone.

A twig snapping is what breaks Joe out of his trance.

It all happens so quickly. There's a bat cracking his skull open and white hot pain is eating him alive.

Okay, I'm gonna stop here or I'm gonna spill the entire story LOL. Sorry abt how messy and jumbled this is I'm sillay. but I gotta explain their character archetypes bc it's very important!!!

Joe's character is a spin-off of the pretty boy character he's that but awful. He's built off of being pretty, rich, privileged and WHITE (sounds silly but it fr adds to his character + I get to laugh at him)

He stops being an asshole i prommy <3333

EDDIE, my sweet boy, is the #gaybestfriend (+poc) trope

eddie loves and supports joe but also has a hard time standing up for himself and articulating how he feels to ppl and kinda just goes along with what joe does. the only reason he allows this is bc they're childhood friends (and he has a big phat crush on joe) he would not take shit from anyone else but keeping up with it is definitely wearing him down :(

things get better for all o them tho I love them too much to hurt them permanently

if you read all of this holy fuck u have my heart

#hicktown #ask #writing #jackory speaks #long post #theres more characters but this post is long enough so ill shut up #long-lost-mcguffin #asks #keegy weegy ocs

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Eh, it's what I love about you - among many other things of course 😄 Thank you for your request @aduialel, and sorry it took me so long!!

(the sleepover was back in January, so the gif requests are closed right now!)

A/N: It's been a while since I wrote for Thranduil in this way, it was a welcome change! I tried to write a romantic fluffy drabble, but... it is me so yeah, that didn’t happen :)

Sindarin used: - aran nin: my king - edlothia nin: my flower

DANCE WITH ME

Your face scrunched up in disgust after you swallowed the last bit of Dorwinion wine from your glass. How all of your friends and kin could be so hooked on the red fluid, you’d never understand.

You didn’t care for these celebrations. Elves found any reason to party, it could be the Feast of Starlight or a celebration because the guard had returned from their weekly patrolling. It wasn’t for you. Not the dancing, not the music, the people or the food and wine. Definitely not the wine.

The only real reason why you were here - and at every other feast, gala or celebration for that matter - was currently dancing their heart out on the floor, laughing and clearly having a much better time than you were. Your younger sibling who couldn’t go out yet without a chaperone, and who you loved so dearly, you were willing to tolerate this year’s edition of… by Elentári, you couldn’t even remember what they were celebrating.

One of the guests of the party came towards you and stood by your side, silently watching the Elves on the dancefloor twirling about, but you were so focused on keeping an eye on your sibling that you didn’t pay him any further attention.

“You do not seem to enjoy yourself,” he stated after a few moments.

The snort you couldn’t hold back was muffled by the cheering of the guests when they brought new barrels of wine in the room.

“Is it that obvious?” you asked, stepping aside a little so you could see where your sibling was headed. Ah, of course… Wine.

“Perhaps I can ask you to join me for a dance?”

You waved your hand at him in a dismissive way, shaking your head to emphasize your refusal. “Oh no, I don’t dance.”

“Are you sure?”

“Believe me, no one could convince me to go on that floor.”

“Not even your King?”

“Not even King Thranduil.”

“Is that so?”

You couldn’t help but notice some amusement in his voice. How dare he? Why did everyone have a problem with you not wanting to dance? And what did your King have to do with all of this?

You finally looked towards the Ellon next to you and if you hadn’t placed your empty glass on a sidetable already, you would’ve dropped it to the ground in surprise.

Thranduil turned his head to look at you and couldn’t help the smirk on his lips, before he gave you a genuine smile that made you a little weak in your knees. Not that you would admit that to anyone.

“King Thranduil!” you gasped, before you remembered your manners and made a small curtsy. “Forgive me, I-”

He took your hand in his, effectively silencing you before he leaned in and asked, “If you do not dance and you are clearly not enjoying the festivities, may I invite you to join me outside? My gardens are especially beautiful under the starlight.”

You looked back at the party, trying to locate your sibling. Once you saw they were still enjoying themselves and very obviously not in need of your assistance, you nodded, accepting his invitation.

Thranduil guided you through the gardens, your arm hooked in his as you admired the beautiful flowers and plants. You completely missed the loving looks Thranduil gave you every time you smelled a flower or asked him a question, curious about a particular flower you’d never seen before. When you came across a little arbor covered with white roses, you paused for a moment to take it all in. You were walking through the Royal Gardens, with none other than the King himself on your arm.

Thranduil let go of your arm and took your hands in his.

“Dance with me?”

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399 notities - Geplaatst 22 mei 2022

Drunk in Love

Fíli x wife!reader

Requested: yes, by @carnotaurus-celeste, back in January for my 2022 followers sleepover. Sorry it took me so long! This was a gif drabble request (that got a bit out of hand), the gif they chose is similar to the one I put underneath.

Warnings: mentions of drinking, drunk Dwarves, adorable Fíli, not proofread

A/N: this was my last request from the January sleepover, only about 8 months late lol :) It was a way to try and get out of my writing block. Enjoy drunk Fíli!

Still half asleep you turned on your other side, clutching the sheets and furs in an attempt to keep the warmth inside your little cocoon, and scooted over to Fíli’s side of the bed in search of his body heat.

Being married to a Dwarf meant you never had to feel cold anymore, his body your own private furnace he was more than happy for you to use at any time. Every night you fell asleep in his arms, your cheek pressed into the soft curls of his chest, inhaling his intoxicating scent while you let his heartbeat guide you to the land of dreams.

But your searching fingers didn’t find the heated skin you were looking for, instead finding a cold and empty spot where your husband was supposed to be sleeping.

You opened your eyes and sat up straight, looking around the dimly lit room for any sign of Fíli. The fire was still smoldering, which meant it had to be in the early hours of the night, too early for breakfast, but too late to be waking up to an empty bed. Where was he?

Fíli and you didn’t go to bed together that night, for the first time since well… your wedding night. The reason for this change of pace was very simple: last night marked the seven year anniversary of the reclaiming of Erebor and almost five year anniversary of the rebuild, and as the newly set tradition went there was a grand feast to celebrate.

Even though you had been enjoying the festivities - the sight of the Durin family and Company members being happy and carefree warmed your heart every time - as the feast went on, you grew rather tired.

When the clock struck midnight, you’d left Fíli in the company of his brother and their friends in the Great Hall, and that’s where you probably had the most chance of finding him at this hour. Or you hoped so, because the last thing you wanted to do was roam the halls of Erebor in your nightshift in search of your husband. You could only imagine the rumors that would go around at the breakfast table!

You stepped out of bed and shivered when the cold of the night greeted you, so you quickly let your feet glide into your thick fur boots and threw your winter robe on to cover yourself.

Fíli was most likely still celebrating and simply lost track of time, nothing to worry about, but you couldn’t suppress the tiny voice at the back of your mind that kept repeating something was wrong.

What if he was so drunk he lost his way or he fell off one of the many bridges or stairs? When you’d suggested railings for them during one of the many construction meetings, everyone bursted out in laughter. “The first Dwarf to lose their footing on stone is yet to be born, lass,” they’d laughed, wiping the tears out of their eyes. You never thought about asking again.

You kept your pace steady but fast, a little slower when you crossed a bridge or stairway, making sure to check every corner and every nook in case your husband decided in his drunken haze that it was a perfect place to settle for the night.

But the hallways of Erebor were abandoned and eerily quiet, as they should be at that hour.

As you reached the corridor that led to the Great Hall, the sounds of careless laughter and chatter swelled. The celebrations were definitely not over yet, and just like you guessed, your husband wasn’t done partying.

Fíli was standing on top of one of the long dining tables, feet firmly planted between dirty plates and empty beer mugs, his brother Kíli at the other end, their friends scattered around the table, watching them dance and perform a drinking song.

You leaned against the heavy open door and watched the scene with mirth. Up until now you hadn’t had the pleasure to see your husband so inebriated and… well, carefree.

“Fee, catch!” Kíli yelled and next thing you knew, one of the dirty plates flew across the table right into Fíli’s outstretched hand. The crowd surrounding them cheered and encouraged by their fans, Kíli started another song, one you knew quite well.

Blunt the knives, bend the forks!

And just like that you were thrown back to that cozy hobbit hole in the Shire, when you’d first laid eyes on your husband, at the time a total stranger to you. Even though the last few years had taken a toll on him - both mentally and physically - he was still as handsome as ever and he still managed to fill your belly with butterflies as his rich baritone filled the great hall.

Both brothers had some difficulties getting the song right, their words slurred and lyrics in the wrong order but there was no denying they were having the time of their lives. By the time the song had ended the tableware stood perfectly stacked in the center of the table and everyone in the hall burst out in laughter and applause.

You applauded along with everyone else and it didn’t take long for Fíli’s eyes to meet yours.

“Amrâlimê!” he exclaimed, his face splitting in a wide toothy smile, his mustache braids dangling under his nose as he moved towards you. They’d grown a few inches in the past years and you wondered if he would keep them as they were, or maybe start braiding them into his beard.

Fíli threw his arms around you and lifted you from the ground, spinning you both around until he started to sway and he had to let you go in order to grab the door frame.

“Everyone! Thiz iz my wife!” he yelled, throwing an arm around your waist. “Kíli!! Come and meet my w-wife!”

You had to hold back a laugh. “Fíli, your brother knows who I am. Everyone here knows me.”

Fíli’s eyes widened at that and his features turned from incredibly happy to heartbroken in a matter of seconds. You patted his chest in an attempt to comfort him, but it made him stumble again and you quickly grabbed a nearby chair for him to sit on.

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502 notities - Geplaatst 25 september 2022

So I’ve been throwing up all night and day, to the point ever water makes me sick and I just wanted to feel some warmth, how would the company react to a sick modern-reader?

A/N: Since I was stuck on every other WIP I had (joy) I opened this request again in search of something else to write. I felt like the company reacting to a sick reader has been done so many times, so I didn't really know how to write this while still being original. I figured I'd do it headcanon style, because people seem to love it when I do that. Besides... laughter is the best medicine right? Although I haven’t made that many jokes in this one, I’ve been a good girl :)

Requested: well yes, there is an ask at the top of this post isn't there...? @that-teen2003 this one's for you

Warnings: mentions of being sick, throwing up (non descriptive), awkward dwarves, everyone brings out their inner Dori at some point, green (both the word and the colour)

How the Company Reacts to a Sick Modern Reader

it's not like you were doing it on purpose, getting sick

even though most of the Company thought you were at first

the Dwarves weren't hostile towards you but they weren't exactly friendly as well

you couldn't blame them since you kind of ambushed them, appearing out of nowhere

popping into Middle Earth straight from The Modern World™

you gave each and every one of them a heart attack

a lot of high pitched shrieks were heard when you fell into their midst

none of them wanting to admit you startled them

insisting it was you who had screamed like a little girl, not them

extra deep and low voices and rumbles for a few days after

even if they agreed to take you with them, planning on leaving you at the first human settlement they passed, it didn't mean they were happy about it

you weren't exactly a useful addition to the Company

no battle experience

no fighting skills

hardly any strength compared to theirs

no beard

no equipment or weapons, not even a blanket or an extra pack of clothes on you

you were wearing sandals for Durin's sake, having to stop constantly to get little rocks, pebbles or twigs out of them

questioning but mostly disapproving looks about your choice of wardrobe

which was a shirt with shorts, and the sandals

tHe sANDALS

"I was enjoying my day at the beach, it's not like I planned on ending up here!"

but Dwarves are Dwarves, their hearts still in the right place

some might be a little off center but they're trying

everyone giving a few spare items so you were a little more protected against the elements

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663 notities - Geplaatst 9 mei 2022

How LOTR/Hobbit characters react to you fainting ~ drabbles

Fíli - Kíli - Bofur - Aragorn

Requested: no

Warnings: talk about fainting, collapsing, food, pregnancy, injuries etc, worried fictional characters, blatant ignorance of how bodies actually work - fainting only lasts a few seconds but for the sake of these stories it takes minutes and minutes and... you get the idea - not proofread because who has the time

Prompt: they get a message about you collapsing/fainting during their absence or you just drop to the floor like a sack of potatoes at a market sale when they’re with you, how do they react?

A/N: this is one of my guilty pleasures: tropes where reader is in distress and in need of a heroic rescue, strong arms to catch them or a worried character doting on them. This is a completely self indulgent post and I won’t take any criticism. Enjoy. I know I will.

FÍLI - A DOTING HUSBAND

Fíli was in the middle of a closed meeting when one of the guards came in and discreetly handed him a small note. Thorin raised one eyebrow in question, wanting to know what was going on and if perhaps his nephew had forgotten the meaning of a ‘closed meeting’, but Fíli didn’t give him the chance to ask out loud. As soon as he read the words written down by Oín, the screeching of his chair being pushed roughly over the wooden floor silenced everyone around the table and twelve pairs of eyes followed the Heir of Erebor as he bolted out of the room.

Oín was waiting for him outside the infirmary, which only added to Fíli’s already worried state of mind. ”What- How- Did she- is she-” he rattled through gasps of air, trying to open the door to see you but Oín stopped him. He assured Fíli you were going to be fine eventually, if you would finally listen to them and give your body the rest it needed like they had told you too many times before and yes... the baby was fine too.

Fíli released the breath he was holding, rubbing his face with his hands before he rested them on his hips and started laughing with relief. You were too stubborn for your own good sometimes, everyone had told you that you needed to take it easy and let others help you this far in your pregnancy, but you wouldn’t hear any of it. So today your body finally made the decision for you. While you were running the errands you could’ve easily left to your maids, you’d collapsed, frightening everyone around you.

You opened your eyes to see your doting husband at your bedside, your hand in his, his other hand softly wiping a few stray hairs out of your face, his thumb lingering on your cheek. A surge of panic went through you as you realized where you were. “The baby?” “Is going to be perfectly fine, ibrizinlekhê,” he reassured you, “if...” You rolled your eyes. “Let me guess, if I stay in bed all day and do nothing?” Fíli chuckled lightly. “It would make me worry a lot less about the two of you.”

(Kíli, Bofur and Aragorn under the read more cut)

KÍLI - FRANTIC FRIEND

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959 notities - Geplaatst 28 juni 2022

Mijn #1-bericht van 2022

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Chapter 8

Shinobu: Welcome. Takeru: Hey, now is not the time to pick Ito up, Riku.

Riku: Trust me a little bit, will ya? …..Help me, young lady. I was falsely accused. Ito: We just happened to meet on our way to the store. I have something to discuss with you all again regarding the cherry blossom viewing.

Kamiya: Oh, did you talk to Touma-kun and his mom?

Kamiya-kun asked as he passed behind the counter to bring drinks to the tables.

Ito: Yes. Also…. Takeru: Then, can we wait until the current customer leave? We want to have some drinks together too.

Mika-san leaned over and hid his mouth with his hand and whispered.

Ito: Okay. Riku: Just leave her under my company. Go and serve the customer with peace of mind. Takeru: Sure, sure.

Riku: Anyway, good work today. Ito: Same here.

After clinking our glasses lightly, Riku-san took a sip of his trusty whiskey. The warm lighting cast shadows on his profile, which perfectly suited the atmosphere of Aporia.

Ito: Um, by the way, didn’t Riku-san come to the store to finish some business?

Riku: Hmm? 80% of the time I want to drink, and 10% of the time I'm hoping to meet someone. The rest is just observing the inside of the store. Just to see how everyone is doing.

Sounding unserious, Riku-san put a pistachio into his mouth.

In the end, I was only able to tell everyone about Touma-kun’s invitation after the store closed.

Kamiya: Really? Shinobu: I wanna go! Ever since I heard the story about their memories the other day, I've been wanting to go cherry blossom viewing too. Kamiya: Seems like Okiya-san will be joining us as well. Mika-san and Riku-san too, right?

Takeru: I don't mind one bit. Riku: As long as it doesn’t overlap my schedule. Takeru: Then, can I leave the schedule coordination to Ito? Ito: Yes. Shinobu: Kamiyan and I will bring the lunch boxes. Kamiya: Donuts are a must for snacks. Riku: It's suddenly starting to feel like a school trip.

Accompanied by the alcohol, the cherry blossom viewing plan is moving forward in a lively manner… until something happened.

Takeru: Excuse me for a moment.

When Mika-san left his seat while glancing at his smartphone, seemingly a call, Riku-san stood up and chased after him.

Riku: I'm going to take a little breather too. Shinobu: Take care~ Riku: I'll be right back. Ito: (I might be overthinking this, but……)

As I watched the two of them leave the bar, I imagined that this was the real reason why Riku-san had come to this place.

Takeru: …….

After I left the bar, careful not to look inappropriate for a fun drinking party, I checked the LIME messages that had arrived during business hours. I was planning to go back as soon as I had reset my mind a bit, but I heard the door open again and turned around.

Takeru: Oh, here to sober up? Riku: Nope. I have some business with you, Mika Takeru: Now what is this? Something we can only talk about when we're alone? Riku: I personally have no problem, you on the other hand… Takeru: …..? Rika: If something is troubling you, just say so. Takeru: ! …….Well, since you’re here, I think I’ll have you hear me out a bit. Rika: I'm all ears.

I began by saying, "I know it's probably pointless for me to worry”….

Takeru: I had just met a drinking buddy by chance not long ago and we had decided to go for a drink together, so we met up at the bar we know about. To begin with, we first met by chance sitting next to each other at a bar and hitting it off. Nonetheless, we only know each other's names by nicknames.

Riku’s expression was neither a smile nor a frown… but I could tell he was paying attention.

Takeru: But then, he started to look dejected….. I heard that since his father passed away this spring, his mother's mental health has been unstable. Even from the son's point of view, he could tell that they were a very affectionate couple. But they say that time heals things, right? So my friend believed that and watched over her, but instead of healing, it seems to only get worse.

Riku: A typical grief reaction after losing a loved one… If it drags on, it will damage your health. Both mentally and physically. Takeru: That’s exactly what he’s concerned about. So he recommend her to get herself checked at the hospital or some sort of counseling service…. But… She kept refusing, saying that she’s fine and there’s no problem. He doesn’t want to force her, but he’s also worried about not being able to do anything… Riku: Mika must have been troubled as well after hearing all that. Takeru: Well, yes. RIku: Mika tends to be sympathetic even to someone he hasn't seen in a long time, that much I know. Takeru: Drinking buddy also makes a good friend, you know? Anyway, what should I do now…? Riku: Basically, if someone gets told about hospital check-up or counseling, they will have their guard up. So my suggestion would be to talk to her without letting her notice that. Takeru: I wouldn’t be standing here right now if it was that easy.

Riku: There is a way, isn’t it? Takeru: ………..Ah!

Chapter 9

#break my case #buremai #joseimuke #Aizawa Shinobu #Kamiya #Tateshina Riku #Mikado Takeru

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