#sorry for tagging you is that rude augh

[ridragon]

@partycoffin is really climbing up there to be one of my favorite artists. They're just so nice??? Every post of his is a ray of sunshine??? And the arg they're doing is really really cool??? Plus puppets???? Just a swell person honestly I'm so excited for more of his work!! If you ever read this I love you!!

Also one of my favorite songs is called welcome home shddhddhg. It's fate I tells ya.

[hair-ties-and-eldritch-eyes]

> "Augh, so many files... How do

I sort these?!?"

[> The rustling of files could be heard, followed by the muttering of a man. He's humming a tune as he places folders away. He then notices you, jumping.]

"Oh!! U-Um, sorry... I-I'm Rookie! It's not my actual name but that's what people call me whether I say something or not... I made this blog a-and be on here most of the time b-but my boss can answer questions!! weird pr stunt but whatever,,,"

"Forgot I'm here, Rook? Feel free to ask us questions, darlings but let's go over some ground rules shall we~?"

"j-jesus fuckin' christ--"

RULES ARE AS FOLLOWS:

1. Nothing weird. Flirting is alright but please keep it appropriate. We have a company to up hold!

2. Anon magic is allowed. Just nothing too drastic.

3. We can and will ignore questions that make us uncomfortable.

4. Don't be distasteful or rude. It's unbecoming.

mod: @ghosts-in-season

tags below;;

# 👁 unknown watcher -> anonymous

# 👁 named sponsor -> username

# 🗄 archive notes -> lore/rp

# 🗄 stored files -> reblogs

# 👁 beyond the eyes -> ooc

[sapphire-of-the-ipc]

“Hold on, what do you mean your deal didn’t go through?! I swear I let it go through-! Augh, whatever.. Well, I’m Sapphire, at your service!”

“The art of negotiation is a seemingly easy, menial skill to learn. You say a few pretty words, and with a pretty face, everything should fall at your feet~ Yet, it’s not all that simple. You need to be planned, particulate, and precise. The three P’s, as I call them~ Learn all 3, and everything will be easy~!”

♪ OVERNIGHT x Le Monde ♪

Sapphire, one the the IPC’s Ten Stonehearts, who manages the Negotiation Department; and everything from small merchant trades to large corporations dealings such as the Genius Society’s Simulated Universe Team. An easily sociable dealmaker who can even make the enemies compromise. A soothing voice and disguisable expression make pleasing both parties easy for her. Even with her massive workload, she takes time to enjoy the small things in life.

Cornerstone: Sapphire of Negotiation

Alias: Sapphire, Saph (for close friends)

Name: V-204, or ███

Species: Synthetic Human

Age: 28

Pronouns: She/Her (doesn’t mind They/Them)

(Queer) Identity: Pansexual

Location: Herta Space Station

Path: Destruction

Element: Ice

Voice Lines: [REDACTED]

Character Stories: I, II, III, IV, V //sorry that theyre so short</3\\

Lightcone: [REDACTED]

Notes from Mod Serenia~:

This entire format is not mine! It belongs to the beautiful @amethyst-of-the-stonehearts :3

(and yes, I asked for permission to use it)

Guidelines;

Asks should be SFW, as the mod is a minor and gets uncomfortable with it! Suggestive is alright, just nothing too NSFW.

REMEMBER THAT THAT OC WAS MADE BEFORE THE CANON SAPPHIRE WAS REVEALED!! Sorry guys Mihoyo stole my ideas/j

You may send links, just tell me what they're for. I won't click one without an explanation.

Don't be rude. If you've got nothing nice to say, don't say it at all. No racism, sexism, homophobia, ableism, ageism, and transphobia will be tolerated on this blog. If you're giving any comment of the above, you will be blocked.

Shipping is alright, as long as it's age appropriate. Sapphire has no preference, so have fun!

Avoid DMing me unless you're another mod.

Anon's are welcome and appreciated :3. I'll try to remember a custom tag for you :)

Key;

" " ~ For Dialogue

{ } ~ For Actions

{" "} ~ For Thoughts

// \\ ~ For ooc/mod speaking

Tags;

dealmaking📊 ~ Anything In Character

truth behind the gem📋 ~ Any of Sapphire's background information!

complete compromise📈 ~ Asks from Anons/Other RP Blogs

quality over quantity💵 ~ Interactions with other Honkai Star Rail Blogs

station of science🧪 ~ Interactions with characters from the Herta Space Station

business calls📞 ~ Interactions with other members of the IPC

shiniest of stones💎 ~ Interactions with/mentions of other Stonehearts

risky business🦚 ~ Interactions with/mentions of Aventurine

debt collector💸 ~ Interactions with/mentions of Topaz

senior creditor📝 ~ Interactions with/mentions of Jade

public regulation📄 ~ Interactions with/mentions of Amethyst (a beautiful mutuals OC!)

leader of the ten💍 ~ Interactions with/mentions of Diamond (a mutuals blog they made!)

queen of puppets✨ ~ Interactions with/mentions of Herta

risky spending🖋 ~ Interactions with/mentions of Asta

metal man with a human heart🤖 ~ Interactions with/mentions of Screwllum

inquirer of life🌸 ~ Interactions with/mentions of Ruan Mei

brother of butterflies 🦋 ~ Interactions/Mentions of Swallowtail (mutuals oc!!)

lady of fallacies 🎭 ~ Interactions/Mentions of Spade (wife's oc!)

[caramelstarlight]

<<Masterlist>>

!!Genshin Impact Ver!!

"Yes, a thousand times yes, Infinity and beyond, we will never be lost, apart or forgotten when were together, I'll devote my life, to you and only you"

-???

Includes all of my work for certain characters! This only includes my Tumblr work, and NOT my Wattpad works sorry!) But I did add the link to my account in my Navigation. The page you prob used to get here.)

Ones with a ⭐️ means that is very popular among my followers! Feel free to check those out if you haven’t. Ones with an ✨ means it’s a series or a story.

🌱= WIP | 💚=Complete | 🌒= None for that region / area.

Rules for Ask Box

1. No naughty words in my requests! (Meaning, no lemons, NSFW words, Rude words allowed here!)

2. Kids can be shipped! (Woah, slow down... jeez... No child X adult or child X teen. BUT grown up versions or Platonic are very much allowed!)

3. English Only! (I'm sorry, but I only understand English, trust me, I'm taking classes.

4.SFW Only! (Stated from above, until im comfortable with lemons, which its only limes currently, please don't ask for them. If you do, I may not fulfill your entire request and you have to understand that!)

5. Genshin gods get their own Category instead of their nation! So if your confused, please go to the bottom of this post to see whats been posted for them! Sorry for the confusion if you don't understand..

6. If a character has at least one request completed, it will show a number!

Genshin Impact

Mondstat- The land of Anemo, Flat grounds or towering archs of mountains, the breeze guides you home, the place of Freedom.

Kaeya (2)

(💚The dews Princess)

(💚It is true, opposites do attract)

Liyue- The land of geo, connected lands and towering mountains, still serene as always, the area of laws

-Xiao(1)

(💚Stoic x Bubbly)

Zhongli (In the Almighty section)

Inazuma- The land of electro, scattered islands with beautiful glistening sakura and home to eternity.

None are at present or visiting the sanctuary right now. 🌒

Sumeru - The land of dendro, covered in numerous forests and abundant trees, forever at peace with the deserts, the place of wisdom.

-Tighnari (17)

(💚 Isekaid reader)

(💚 Headcannons)

(💚 Cryo reader)

(⭐️✨💐Two Worlds, One Heart) (May cancel)

(💚Wisdoms Matchmaker)

(💚Wisdom Of Vulpes Zerdas)

(💚⭐️ Faithful To You)

(💚 Illuminating the Flora)

(💚A Lummox at Heart)

(💚 Operation: Heartbroken Fixed)

(💚Blind Reader)

(💚Willing to help!)

(💚Snow-?!)

(💚 One with the Forest)

(💚Stoic x Bubbly)

(💚Comfort after Heartbreak)

(💚 The fox and the sunshine)

-Cyno (3)

(💚 Snow-?!)

(💚 Player and Designer)

(💚Stoic x Bubbly)

-Kaveh (1)

•(💚Snow-?!)

-Alhaitham (3)

(💚Snow-?!)

(💚Stoic x Bubbly)

(💚Rivals to Lovers)

-Wanderer (1)

•(💚 Stoic x Bubbly)

Fontaine

None

The almighty

Zhongli (1)

(💚 Lovers Hidden in plain sight)

(I HAVE WAYY TO MANY TAGS FOR THIS AUGH)

~Reblogs are allowed, as long as you don't take this as your actual work.~ *Credits to @yumenosakiacademy for the GIFS provided in this Masterlist!*

[junewild]

as a living history interpreter who also makes their own historical 'fits and obsesses over the accuracy... please elaborate on your tags on that post

oh hello fellow living history interpreter!! You've activated my trap card (asked about the overlap of many special interests) and I am going to find out if tumblr has a word limit the old-fashioned way!

I did interp very actively for about a decade as a youth & then more sporadically in the, uh, decade since then. Mostly 1820s–1930s. I have a to-die-for late '20s outfit sitting in my closet right now. (I did not make it. but I do have a project to make one like it, and it will only cost $450 and a couple hundred hours of work!) I worked in the costume department at my history site for some eighteen years, on and off, and so I've made a loooot of costume pieces, but only about two full period costume outfits. I don't have pictures of either of them, but here's a picture of me and my sister in an outfit that the department head made for me custom! (I would die for her. it's her fault that I got a master's in public history!)

I haven't made historically correct garb since last year, but some dear friends of mine had a wedding in February where the theme was "Medieval" (read: Ren-faire) and I... kinda... lost my mind about it, tbh?

Now: I did not create a historically accurate 16th century women's peasant outfit, although that was my first idea. (I'm sorry. I'm working on one right now tho) I decided to lean more Faire than SCA, since that's the background the Lich is from (he's actually getting into the circuit again this year!). I had about two months and a fairly small budget, so I started with a few yards of muslin and linen in blue and white (winter wedding! :)) I was originally going to refurbish a pretty yellow-cream-colored costume overbust corset into a more period corset, so the colors would all look good together.

I decided to go patternless for a couple of reasons. 1. no easy access to printer. 2. I hate myself. 3. my dear head costumer is the kind of person who can look at you and then make you a piece of clothing and it fits you like butter, and I want to be her someday. 4. I hate myself. So I looked at a lot of pictures of historical garb and faire garb and drew a lot of sketches and screamed into a pillow a lot and then started cutting things out and pinning them.

Pictured: (very short) pin test for a chemise, done in muslin so I don't fuck up any of the expensive linen / the pin test but it's sewed now (and bad) (also I ditched the corset refurbishment and bought a French Meadows corset for my Christmas present because I've always wanted one. the only thing I didn't make. but it's only a matter of time. I have a lot of boning bookmarked.)

Having learned a bunch of lessons about what doesn't work, I then made the actual linen chemise. And then a petticoat (not pictured). And then a skirt. All hand-sewn, all based on nothing except for looking at pictures and taking my measurements over and over again. (AUGH.)

Then I got about halfway through sewing a cloak and went... okay, I don't want to wear a white chemise to a wedding (feels rude) and white and blue are not even my usual color palette, even though they look really pretty with this corset. And then I looked at the calendar, which said that the wedding was happening in two (2) weeks. And then I bought linen in black and red. And while I waited for it to arrive, I finished the cloak and made a muff and embroidered a tie-on pocket. And when the linen arrived, I repeated the process really fast.

Pictured: first finished skirt fitting, 2 days before leaving for the wedding. Not pictured: the internal screaming and despair. If you look carefully, you can see that I figured out a MUCH smarter way to do the neckline/sleeves/waist on the black chemise than I had thought to do on the white one. I can actually raise my arms!!

Worth it.

And I wore the blue-and-white outfit to Faire this month, where it worked very well as a lighter and cooler version!

Neither of these are particularly good, tbh! I made a lot of dumb mistakes and figured out some much better things I could have done in hindsight! But for baby's very first patternless historical-ish outfits, made with nobody holding my hand or even giving me advice, I'm okay with them. I learned a hell of a lot and had a hell of a time and looked hella good at the end of it all. Sew it goes.

[shinygoku]

Trust Thomas, the Better Version

I find Trust Thomas to be a guilty pleasure of sorts, an episode of Season 3 that has some serious writing issues but I can’t bring myself to hate it. But I can bring myself to improve it significantly with a rewrite!

Helped along by @mean-scarlet-deceiver ‘s commentary tags on the post I’d made about it before, I present to you my saltier, spicier interpretation! 😼✨

Maybe a smidge over the target audience’s recommended intake.... no actual swear words but still, I give it a PG for Parental Guidance ;3 Also no, I’m not gonna put this on my Ao3 as it’s an Episode Rewrite and not one’a my Original Plots.

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Thomas the Tank Engine was feeling bright and cheerful. It was a splendid day, with warm sunshine, birdsong and lush green fields.

“Good morning!” he whistled to some Cows, but the Cows didn’t reply. “...Never mind, they’re busy with their breakfast.”

He stopped at a red signal, somewhat relieved that Bertie only came by after a brief pause, so he probably hadn’t heard Thomas talking fruitlessly to the cattle. Instead, Bertie was preoccupied with a large jolt as he drove over a hole.

“Owch!! That’s another one!”

“Um, sorry?” Thomas was preoccupied with the signal changing and set back off.

Thomas was still in good spirits when Bertie arrived at the next Station.

“Bad luck, Bertie!” he teased. “Now, if you were a Steam Engine, you’d be running on a pair of Reliable Rails!”

“Huh!” Bertie spat. “The Railway was supposed to deliver tar to mend the road two flippin’ weeks ago! You can’t trust a thing that runs on rails!”

“Oi, I run on rails, you big red lunchbox! I’ll show you, I’ll sort the matter out! You can at least trust me to get results.” 

Thomas left Bertie and chuffed away importantly, along the branch line towards the Big Station by the sea.

James was snorting about in the yard. He was saying many rude words and bashing the trucks roughly, cross about having to cover for Percy.

“Ooh!! Arghh! Oww!” wailed the Trucks. They longed for vengeance but were powerless to bump the big Red Engine back.

Gordon watched the events from another rail and chortled. 

“You know, James, if you were ill, you wouldn’t have to shunt trucks here, would you?” he offered, safe in his luxurious role pulling coaches that day.

James’ furious scowl lifted, all too ready to latch onto this half-baked suggestion. “That’s a good idea! Here comes Thomas, I’ll start pretending now!”

Thomas was perplexed to see the two big engines looking miserable.

“Cheer up, stick-in-the-muds! It’s a beautiful day!”

Gordon assumed the air of quiet suffering, his face creased with frown lines. “Not for James, it isn’t. He’s sick.”

“Yes he is --I mean, I am.” wavered James. There was a pause, and then he coughed a couple of times. “Ooh, I don’t feel well at all!”

Thomas narrowed his eyes as he looked over James. He didn’t really look so poorly, but then, Henry didn’t often look as bad as he’d felt before getting Welsh Coal, and then that new shape. Shame he wasn’t here to help judge.

“Hmph, really? I suppose I'll help out, if you're ill. Lucky for you that I'm already headed for the Quarry.”

He bustled out with some of James’ trucks. Once out of earshot, Gordon and James sniggered.

The Trucks were still furious over their mistreatment, and Thomas was a tempting outlet for their pent up aggression. They began to plot amongst themselves.

Thomas collected the heavy stone from the quarry and set off back to the junction. “Can’t let James forget he owes me...” he muttered, going slowly over the wooden bridge. There was something else he wanted to remember, but it was escaping him at the moment.

He was too preoccupied with these thoughts to prepare for the Trucks’ plan. “Go faster, go faster!” they shrieked, pushing forwards, assisted by the weight of the rocks they were holding.

“Augh! Slow down!!” Thomas was braking hard enough for sparks to kick off his wheels, but it was no good. He was forced off the track and derailed into a shallow, muddy pond.

He was dazed and confused, but in the wait for help his mind cleared enough to become rather cross. “Lovely flippin’ day, indeed!” he muttered, further disappointed by the lack of onlookers to hear his withering sarcasm. The only audience was a horrible slimy toad, it’s warty arms climbing up by his lamp-iron.

Eventually two engines came to his aid. Duck pulled the Trucks away, giving them a bump on the way out. “Hard luck, Thomas!” he called, over the pained sounds of the battered Trucks.

Edward helped Thomas back to the Junction and patiently listened as Thomas ranted about the horrible day he’d had.

“I’m going to find James and stuff the stones down his funnel! Gordon, too! James barely has enough brain power to think of a stupid plan like that, it must have been his smart idea! Oooh, when I get to him, I’m going to wait until his fire is out and I’ll dump him off the quay!”

“Thomas, you can’t kill them,” Edward said, soothingly. “You’d have to pick up on James’ work, for one thing! That would probably be after the Fat Controller takes Ffarquhar away from you, cause if you off Gordon we won’t have an express! That’s very costly for the railway, you know.”

Thomas muttered but privately conceded. “Can’t take Ffarquhar away, it’s a place…. Oh! Ooh!! Edward, I just remembered something!”

Glad to hear the shift in tone, Edward listened keenly. “Yes? What?”

“The roads are all dodgy down part of my line, Bertie was complaining about it earlier. He said something about us having supposed to have delivered Tar for it, d’ya know anything about that?”

“Tar… oh, yes! There’s tankers in my station, but they never said what it was for! Must be that, Driver will make arrangements when we’ve dropped you off!” 

Inside Edward’s cab was a slight sarcastic muttering, but Edward and Thomas ignored it.

Later, James spoke to Thomas. He was having difficulty making eye contact with Thomas, who was still perched on the flatbed and needing to be cleaned from the pond, and whose expression had taken a darker turn once he’d noticed the Red Engine.

“I’m uh... sorry about your accident, and so is Gordon,” he shot a pointed glare back at the Big Engine who was lurking nearby. “We didn’t mean to get you into trouble, honest!”

“No, indeed,” spluttered Gordon. “A mere accident, but all’s well that ends well, isn’t that right?”

“It bloody well isn’t right, you big blue blimp! Make sure you don’t rest too close to the sea or you’re going to find yourself well acquainted, you hear?!”

Thomas’ tirade got cut off by Bertie’s arrival.

“My road’s being mended now!” he beamed, having completely missed the atmosphere of the scene.

“Oh.” Thomas was rapidly rearranging his face to put on a smile for Bertie. “I am glad!”

James was using the chance to slip away. Gordon was a bit slower on the uptake.

“Now I know I can trust an Engine, especially if his name is Thomas! Thank you!”

Gordon slinked away like a dog with his tail between his legs.

Thomas rolled his eyes. “Oh, enough of that soppy stuff.” But he was genuinely smiling, at least.

The toad had managed to stay on for the ride over, but Thomas was looking forward to watching it get put in the ditch when he was washed down. Maybe he should name it after a certain Express Engine who had ended up in that water himself some years before? The thought amused him greatly.

[dragonheadskilax]

Gonna annotate about Leon’s entire character to y’all because he’s so so good, and every time I see someone say he’s a bad character for crushing on a man who doesn’t like him back i’m >:(

An archer born in a Zofian town. His manner of speech and conduct are unmistakably similar to a young lady's. He grew up care-free thanks to his parents and their laid-back environment. He was often teased for his effeminately good looks, and he always responded with a test of skill--which he would win, improving his reflexes. He joined the army to search for someone he could devote his heart to. When Valbar decided to accompany Celica, he naturally tagged along, and provided much assistance during the journey. He has a frank personality, saying what's on his mind; he's also the type of person who wears his heart on his sleeve. After the war, he became a merchant and it's said he lived a free and happy life.

The area of Zofia do follow Mila who is known as the goddess of love so considering how Leon is sappy and having the title “True of Heart”, Leon would totally be into lovecore aesthetic.

He may act feminine, use female gendered words in other languages, and would call himself a maiden, but as far as everything else he’s crude and mean and doesn’t hold back on filtering himself even if he’s talking to a kid.

Leon left home when he was young, so considering how this game series does have a thing of making 15 year old kiddies soldiers I’m guessing he left home at around that age.

To ‘wear your heart on your sleeve’ means to be honest and openly show your feelings or emotions. He’s painfully honest and drop hints he’s not straight.

"...Blerg. I don't like sea travel, and it sure doesn't like me. I'm nauseous, I'm sunburned, and I'm wind-beaten. I look like death's damp leftovers. But YOU look fresh as a daisy, Priestess! What's your secret? ...What? Nothing? NOTHING?! But you look like a dew-dappled angel! Augh, that's so annoying... Well, youth is great and all, but don't expect it to last."

There’s that painful honesty.

He sure does focus on his looks. He’s 24, smh Leon don’t think that you’re not gonna last past 30.

"Great. We finally get off that infernal boat, and now it’s the desert. Are you doing this on purpose, Priestess? Is it personal? *sigh* I want to get out of here before I dry up like a mummy. If I turn hideous and Valbar abandons me, it’s your fault. …What did you say? …Valbar isn’t the sort to judge people by their appearance? You think I don’t realize that? I know him FAR better than you! Gods, it really throws me when you’re so rational and correct…"

Still trying hard to get noticed by Valbar.

I like how he’s saying this particular line to a 17 year old, like chill, dude. Be nice.

"When I was a kid, there was this guy that I was head over heels for. He’s the reason I enlisted, actually. Just so I could stay close to him. He died in the first battle we fought. I cried so hard, I thought my eyes were going to float clean out of my skull. Valbar saved me from that. Every time he saw me, he’d take the time to say something. Cheer me up. What can you do with a man like that but fall in love? You’re thinking I’m a tramp, aren’t you? Well, I’m not. It’s hardly my fault that the world is full of wonderful, lovable people. Such a thing really motivates one to get out there and save it."

He made a big decision to leave home and enlist to follow a guy.. Now that he fell in love with Valbar he’s doing anything to follow him, too. I guess what’s different is it had been an unrequited love, even when it was suggested that Valbar knew about it it remained as a crush. Leon loves him at a distance so then he wouldn’t get badly hurt as he once had.

Him saying he’s not a “tramp” is a bit of info I like because people tend to wanna characterize effeminate gay characters as being touchy and wanting to peek at lotsa guys (which isn’t bad but there’s more than one type of guy), but not Leon, he’s more of a yearning for a soul mate kinda guy. He’s not big on lots of physical touch unless he really likes ya. "Hey, hey, now. No more of that." “I'm a friendly fellow, but not the touchy-feely type. All right?"

talking to Valbar “Heh heh. But it's fine. Emotions come in many forms, and as you say, there's no point in hanging on. I'm still glad I have these feelings, and nothing will change that.”

A crush is totally different than being in a relationship so like... I don’t like it when people say he’s a bad character for it. It totally happens to like someone but they don’t swing that way. In Leon’s case he keeps the crush because it feels safer and sappy to have it. Even if he tries his darnest to let Valbar get the hint he Loves loves him, when nothing happens he just accepts that.

talking to Valbar “Just realizing I've been a fool for feeling sorry for myself. Compared to what you've gone through, my worries are nothing.”

Despite the ol’ “keeping his heart on his sleeve” thing Leon has a knack of keeping negative feelings to himself. Probably the type who wouldn’t admit it because it doesn’t feel as big of a deal compared to other’s. This guy needs a hug so bad.

Kamui: “Oh, you're a laugh riot. But anyway, what do you think makes a good man?”

Leon: “Hmm. That's not easily summed up in a few words, but... for starters, he should be kind, strong and mature... while maintaining a boyish innocence. He also needs to listen, but be ready to tell the hard truths when necessary.”

Kamui: “Oh, come on. No one's that perfect.”

Some people take their conversations as being odd or random information or just to express again on how Leon’s gay but I wanna turn more attention on Kamui’s motive for asking in the first place. For someone who tries to not make people take him as gay, and explicitly so in the manga, he sure do wanna know what Leon’s type is if he’s got his eyes on Valbar.

Kamui is kinda right that no one could be perfect but Leon had been describing Valbar, when like,, they’re not even in a relationship… Leon honey… don’t hurt yourself like this. This leads to their next conversation;

Kamui: It's about… what you said before. So what would you do if Valbar ended up being.. the opposite of your ideal?

Leon: Well, that's an absurd question. But in the interest of humoring you and passing the time... Well, I suppose I'd set off looking for a man who met my perfect ideal. A journey like that might actually be kind of... fun.

Kamui: I think that's the first time you and I have agreed on anything.

Kamui could probably tell that Valbar isn’t ever going to return the kind of love Leon wants, and tries to learn what Leon’s thoughts are about that. Because even if he says he doesn’t care much about anything he seems to care about Leon. On the battlefield given his specific quotes for Leon and in these conversations. Kamui tells how his luck went south ever since joining in this journey and he’s only sticking around for the money, but that job he was paid for was done a long time ago at his recruitment quest. So he seems to hang around anyway for his sense of completion on things it seems.

The word ‘journey’ is like music to Kamui’s ears considering his history. It would be a fun writing idea actually of them traveling across Valm picking guys to speed date, well, like in the manga lmaooo but wider ranged.

This would be the first time Leon speaks nicely to Kamui instead of being standoffish and harsh. Kamui sounded really relieved for that. Then when Leon says he doesn’t like him that way Kamui instantly tries to back track lol

"Hello, Kiran! I've prepared some tea. Would you care to join me? I must admit, I was anxious when you first summoned me here. Ugh, don't laugh—it's rude! I may not look worried, but I have my fair share of concern, same as anyone else. Anyway, you've proven yourself more than capable, so I suppose I don't mind sticking around. To be honest, I am eager to return home... But that can wait, I think... Care for another cup?"

He says this when level 40 in FEH. So by this point he’s well acquainted with the player. Him admitted that negative feeling is once again that thing he has of keeping feels in to not seem it’s a big issue. And him wanting to go back home…. boohoo..

(If Valbar lives) Welcomed into the One Kingdom's Brotherhood of Knights, Leon remained at Valbar's side until an injury ended his fighting career. He then took up work as a merchant in the city market, where he lived free, happy, and dauntlessly true to himself to the last.

He better keep that good happy ending 👊

(If Valbar dies) Dealt a grievous blow by Valbar's death, Leon disappeared for a time before returning to join the One Kingdom's Brotherhood of Knights. There, he fought with the strength of a hundred men, and later served as an instructor to new recruits, contributing greatly to the order.

It’s messed up to think of Leon losing someone he loves again….. He should not go through all that again… Where did he disappear to.. Did he turn himself from twink to a bear to take the place of what would’ve been Valbar’s job if he lived (since Valbar ending would’ve been him becoming the instructor)

[wingedbeings]

hi! sorry if this sounds rude, not the intention at all. i saw a post you just reblogged that triggered me, i know you add tw hashtags so this is not your fault ofc! the post included ideas of being w**ched and it would be better maybe if the hashtags included words like paranoia or persecutory delusion / paranoia? makes it more specific for me than unreality or just delusion. ty very much. again not trying to be rude :)

hi!! aa its ok u r always welcom 2 send me asks like these!! i'm more tjan happy 2 tag tjings the ways u need tjem tagged!! <3

though tjis ask confused me a litle bc normally i tag all tjose kinds of posts w those two tags and also "paranoia inducing tw" ao i was all ?? but i went to check and it wasnt there somhow even tjo i remembir addign it @-@ so tjank u for lettimg me know!! i added tje tag!! mwuah <3

edit: augh i startid scrollign down my blog a litle n noticed it happened w mor posts so i'm rly sory for not havign been able to trigger tag a couple tjings right!! i'll ad all tje appropriate tags now n i'm sory if it affected any of u!! <3

[context] (paranoia/delusion inducing tw!!)

[milich96]

Rescuers!Au

I wrote a small fic for @artsarasp Rescuers au, involving Basil and Ratigan. If you want to know more about this au please, look through its tag on my blog ^^ 

Here’s the fic. Enjoy the reading and sorry for any grammar mistakes ^^

In the end, no matter how much Basil had complained, screamed and fought against, they had managed to catch the last train for Glasgow. From what the Rescue Aid Society had told them, the mission would have been as easy one. Just some stolen jewels from the Scottish ambassador’s safe. It was maybe even too simple for an incredible mind like Basil’s, but no one had accepted the case and frankly? He was bored. Nothing interesting had happened in London for a while, and a change of air may be good for him. Now, if only Ratigan had not accepted as well, everything would have been fine! Why did the society like him so much? He wasn’t even a mouse!  Was everybody blind? Were they all under a spell? Okay, maybe the rat was charismatic and knew how to sweet talk people into doing what he wanted (and Bail knew that well), but he was still of another species!!! He shouldn’t have even be accepted into a place reserved to MICE. It must have been a joke on Basil’s expanses. It must have been! The fact that we had been designed as the Irish ambassador was rich as well. Ireland never had one, they never asked to have one, but now that London had Basil, suddenly they wanted one? Yeah right. It must have been that rat who planned it all. Typical of him.

In any case, it was too late to complain now. The train was already in movement, and Ratigan shown no sign in letting him get off before reaching their destination. All the mouse could do, was to stare out of the window and don’t talk. It could have been almost an enjoyable trip; had they not have been positioned in one of the smallest cabins on the train. Even if it had not been the smallest, Ratigan’s size made it look as if it was. Their knees were always almost touching, he could feel the rat’s breath for how close there were, and his cologne impregnated the place so much, Basil had been able to catalogize all the elements it was made of and where it was made (Pine, cedar and a touch of blood orange. France, Marseilles). A strong and indecent smell, perfect for an indecent criminal. That was another thing that bothered the detective: why did no-one at the society believed him when he told them Ratigan was a criminal? He had proof against him. Okay, maybe they weren’t strong ones, but they were a lot! But nothing. Everybody believed he was a math professor. And yeah, that was partially true, at least during the week. But he still could have been the Napoleon of Crime during the weekend!! Whatever. Those fools didn’t deserve his genius anyway. He was on his own, like always.

 “You seem quite thoughtful, dear. Something on your mind?” why did he had to talk? Didn’t he know how trains worked? No one should start a conversation with anyone at any cost. It was incredibly annoying and rude. That’s why Basil limited himself to huff and turn his head even more away from the professor.

 Ratigan must have thought of this action as a test, because he started talking again.

 “I’m afraid to say your promise to doctor Dawson will be broken. We’ll arrive at Glasgow only at 9, too tale to get back to London in time for dinner.” Basil had said those words to his dear friend soon after accepting the case, when he still didn’t know Ratigan would have come as well.

 “It wasn’t a promise. It’s more of an inside joke between us”

 The rat tightened his jaw a little before speaking.

 “How sweet. May I know what is this joke you and your new partner share?” Why was he getting angry at such a silly thing?

 “It’s just what Mary always says to him when we have to leave for a new case. Be home before dinner” Basil answered in an annoyed tone. He didn’t have anything against Mary, she was a nice woman. Only a little too clever for his taste. But after all, it wasn’t him who she shared the bed with.

 “And who is now this lady? Never knew you fancied the gentle sex”

 “I don’t. She’s Dawson’s fiancé. They met during one of our cases and hit it off right away. Augh, why am I even telling you all of this? …. And what’s up with that smile now?” The other’s mood had, in fact, changed as soon as Mary’s relationship had been defined. From positively pissed he had become quite calm, cheerful even.

 “Oh, nothing in particular. I’m just happy one of my suspicions had been proven wrong.”

 The detective was quite curious to know what he was talking about, but decided not to ask.

 “Whatever, I wish to continue the trip without hearing your annoying voice. Keep quiet and move your legs. Their touching me”

 “Dearest, the cabin is small” said the other with a sweet smile on his lips. “Where do you want me to go?”

 Basil was tempted to answer the question, but restrain himself. He merely re-positioned himself to be as far as possible to the rat. It was going to be a long adventure. He didn’t need to start a fight right at the beginning of it.

[bea-official]

Augh sorry if its rude but could you possibly tag rp threads so ppl can blacklist it? Every 2nd post on my dash is a mile long thread right now shnbagfsgafs

((Yeah ofc!!! Sorry bout that dude, it'll be tagged as //thread))

[picturetoburnnn]

Lovey Dovey | Calum Hood x Reader

Pairing - c.h. x reader

Word Count - 1.6k

Warning - fair bit of cussing and enough fluff to make you sick

A/N -  F L U F F and S W E E T N E S S

TAGS - (dm me to be added) @cxddlyash @emomack @merryblueberry02

(we love drunk calum)

Calum leaned in to give you a short kiss before running off to the stage, as per your usual pre-show routine. He cradled your cheek with one hand, his lips were mere centimeters away from your own.

“Good luck,” you muttered, and he could feel your warm breath on his skin.

“You’re all the luck I need,” he whispered.

As he leaned in to connect your lips, Michael spoke from across the room.

“He leans in closer, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face, staring into her ey--”

“Michael, I have had it up to here with your bullshit!” He held his hand far above his head.

Ashton and Luke giggled in the corner as Michael snorted. “Whatever loverboy. C’mon, we’ve got a show to play. You can be all mushy gushy later.”

By that point, you were a blushing mess, and pretty sure your face was red enough to resemble a tomato. Calum seemed to not be bothered by the blonde boy’s teasing, however. He simply rolled his eyes, glancing back to you. “I love you,” he mouthed.

“I love you too, you cutesty bastard,” you smiled and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. He smiled lightly at the action.

“One more?”

You were about to turn him down when Ashton pulled him back by the collar of his shirt. “Play music now, do couple stuff later, Calum.” Ash huffed, feigning annoyance. The drummer shot you a wink as you giggled, your boyfriend whining incoherently.

“Go,” you told them. All four of them waved at you before stepping out on the stage, greeting their screaming fans.

Throughout the majority of the concert, Calum would shoot a look to you through the doorway, winking, smiling, or sticking his tongue out. After they played Want You Back, Ashton groaned into the microphone.

“Calum, can you not ogle your girlfriend for just thirty more minutes?”

A blush erupted over the boy’s face, leading to screams from the excited crowd.

“Sorry mate, Y/N is over there and I can't take my eyes off her.”

Your face reddened violently as the screams of the excited crowd sounded again.

“No, no, no, I don’t think you guys realize exactly how much of a lovey dovey couple they are. We literally had to drag him away from her to come out tonight.” Michael’s announcement had Calum running to his mic.

“That is not true.”

“Mate yes it is, I grabbed you by the collar to get you out of the dressing room,” Ashton accused.

“Calum’s in loooove,” Luke sang into his microphone.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Have I told you guys lately how much you fucking suck?” Calum raised a teasing middle finger in the boys’ general direction.

Luke let out a fake gasp. “Calum, how dare you? I thought you loved us.”

“Nah man, he only loves Y/N,” Ashton snickered.

Michael ran over to Luke and whispered something in his ear, then to Ashton and did the same. The three of them shared a devilish grin, and Michael spoke into his mic. “Can we have the woman in question come out here? I gotta know what she thinks of all this.”

Your eyes went wide, and you shook your head.

“She’s a little shy, so you might need to lure her out. Y/N, come on, your man’s out here without you!” Within seconds, the crowd was chanting “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N!” A crew member handed you a mic and all but shoved you out on the stage. The audience erupted into cheers of excitement, and you shrunk into yourself, holding to the microphone in your hand like a lifeline.

Calum set down his guitar and ran over to you, wrapping you in his embrace. “It’s okay, baby girl. Just relax, it’s not too awful,” he spoke in your ear to be heard over the crowd. You nodded slightly, and he let you go. You took a deep breath and brought the mic up to your face.

“You’re sweaty and gross,” you joked.

“Even your girlfriend thinks you’re gross,” Ashton quipped.

“Yeah, nasty,” I teased, pushing my nerves back.

“Babe,” Calum whined, “what happened to you being on my team?”

You shrugged, and the audience cheered on your teasing.

“You know, it was very rude of you to make me fall in love with you,” Calum accused.

“Not what you had in mind?” You goaded.

“Not at all.” He shook his head.

“I’m not sorry.” The shouts of the fans grew even louder.

“Me neither.” By this point the shrieking and cheering was almost deafening.

“Hey Cal, not to be an ass, but hurry up, we’ve got six more songs to play,” Luke laughed.

Calum waved him off, but nonetheless grabbed both of your hands.

“Y/N, I have loved you for the past four years, and in all that time, you’ve loved me back. Through tours, trips, and long distances, you stuck with my lame ass, and I don’t know how or why, but I’m endlessly grateful. My life would suck without you, and I don’t know what I would do without you. You’re my best friend, my lover against all odds, and you make me happy when no one else can. I love you, the boys love you, and most importantly, my dog loves you.”

This, of course, led to an eruption of laughter throughout the entirety of the building. But that was nothing compared to the outburst of cheers when Calum got down on one knee.

“I was gonna wait until after the concert was over, but I can’t wait anymore. It’s you, it’s always been you, and it will only ever be you. The way I feel when I’m with you is something I can’t even begin to describe. I’m better when I’m with you, you bring out the best of me. I want you, only you, for the rest of my life. I’ll love you forever. Please, baby, please, will you marry me?”

He reached into his back pocket, pulling out a blue navy box that you’d only ever seen in movies. You clasped your hands over your mouth, frozen in place. Flipping it open and holding it out to you, Calum looked up at you with the eyes that you could get lost in all day long.

“What do you say, sweetheart? Y/N Hood doesn’t sound too bad, does it?”

Not trusting your voice, you nodded your head furiously, tears slipping out of your eyes.

A priceless grin broke out across his face as he stood, lifting you up and spinning you around. In that moment, everything else faded away - there was no crowd, no concert, no instruments or stage. It was just you and Calum, and your pressed your lips against his in a passionate kiss. He pulled away, resting his forehead against yours as he pushed the ring onto your ring finger.

“I love you,” you breathed.

“I love you more than you know.”

The pair of you were snapped out of your moment by Ashton’s voice. “I call best man!”

Michael groaned, “Augh, I wanted that!”

Ashton snickered. “But I called it. Plus, he called me his soulmate on my birthday. I automatically get first dibs.”

You raised your eyebrows at Calum, who was staring at the boys incredulously. “You sure it’s me you want to marry, and not Ash?” You jested.

The crowd broke out into screams of amusement, and you swore you could hear a couple people screaming ‘Cashton!’

“Alright, congratulations to the happy couple!” Luke yelled. “However, as much as I love you, Y/N, I gotta send you back so your fiance can do his part in this concert.”

You smiled, nodding. You pressed one more kiss to Calum’s lips before stepping back through the stairs into the backstage area. A couple crew members gave you smiles and thumbs up as you passed by them. You smiled back, silently thanking them.

You listened as the boys played their hearts out on the stage, and you could’ve sworn Calum’s vocals were stronger than ever in Valentine. Slowly came the end of the show, and the boys took their bows before running back down to the room you were in. Calum came straight for you, lifting you up once again and spinning you around. You squealed in delight.

“You’re still all sweaty and gross.”

“Usually, you don’t mind me being hot, sweaty, and all over you,” he purred in your ear, causing a fierce blush to take over your features.

“Go shower,” you told Calum. “I’ll be right here when you’re done.”

He nodded. “There’s room for two?”

“Oi, none of that around us,” Ashton called.

Calum groaned, but obediently left you to seek the shower in the locker room. Ashton shot you a wink before following suit, Michael and Luke not far behind.

You plopped down on the couch, admiring the rock on your finger. Grabbing your phone, you snapped a picture of it and sent it to your best friend, who immediately replied -

<- Babe, are you for real?

-> Yeah, he dropped on one knee during his concert. im sure theres already a vid of it somewhere online

<- HOLY SHIT Y/N THATS HUGE!!!!!!!

-> I KNOW!!!!

You continue conversing with your best friend until a pair of hands covered your eyes from behind you.

“Guess who?”

“Hmm, it’s either Calum, or the cold, clammy hands of death.”

The hands moved away, and Calum’s upside down face filled your vision. “It’s Calum!”

“Dammit,” you muttered jokingly.

“You know you love me.”

“Unfortunately, I do,” you smiled and slotted your mouth against his own.

“Baby girl, the things you do to me,” he smiled against you.

“You love it.”

“Marry me,” he whispered.

“I already said yes.”