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genderqueerfuri Ā· 6 months ago
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Guess who's crashing the first every GRāš”ļøD GALA? It's Kamen Rider Aguilera of course!
Keep on reading for Hana's outfit sketches, as well as very rough sketches for Orteca and Julio/Tamaki's outfits and a VERY LONG RAMBLE ON MY DESIGN IDEAS.
(also crossposted on twitter here)
onto the sketches! here's the original sketch of the final design, as well as a variant where the cape was much thinner and she had much longer end sleeves on her dress shirt.
i ended up scraping the long sleeves in favor of giving her the world's largest cape. the centerpiece for the cape was also meant to be a golden rose, but i wanted to pay homage to her relationship with Sakura (and also i didn't want to overwhelm with the gold) so it became a Sakura flower instead!
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unfortunately, i didn't have time to fully sketch or render out Orteca and Julio/Tamaki's outfits. so instead, here are some very rough preliminary sketches!
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this wasn't something i planned initially, but all three ex-deadmans ended up having some sort of corset piece (Hana with the classic corset, Orteca with a tentacle corset, and Tamaki has a metallic ribcage piece under the vest he's wearing), so i guess that's the tying accessory for all three?
they all also ended up wearing heels or platforms of some kind, but that's less thematic and more of just me thinking everyone should wear heels.
some quick notes on Orteca and Julio/Tamaki's designs:
Since Hana had the bee motif, I wanted to stick to the squid and wolf motifs for Orteca and Tamaki respectively.
For Orteca, this is mainly shown through the tentacle corset, plus the incorporation of pearls since they're associated with the ocean. i wanted his design to be equally as dramatic as the rest without doing big cape or big hat again, so backless shirt and hanging pearls it was!
For Tamaki, the highlight piece is the gigantic fringe hat because i love a good hat moment. Also I love his original deadmans outfit (sans the haircut) so much I wanted to replicate it with the hat and the ribcage corset piece.
I don't know if ripped jeans and giant punk platform shoes are appropriate for a gala but they definitely help with Tamaki's wolf motif! It's hard to see, but he also has a stag beetle belt buckle and two metal horn-like things protruding from the finger stripe gloves to pay homage to him as Over Demons.
i've never considered myself much of a fashion designer, so getting the opportunity to design some high fashion looks for my favs was super fun!
defo a big thank u to @itmethanh for putting this art event together, i'll definitely be back next year :)
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halamet-chalamet Ā· 1 year ago
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hey there lovely! i wanted to try out the spencer reid x reader headcanons, even though i feel like we're both quite the opposite (preferably with earlier seasons reid cuz i'm only in my early 20's!! thank uā™”)
i'm an ambivert; i seem a bit cold and closed-off around new people, but once they've taken the time to get to know me more i become outgoing and i would often crack jokes
i love summertime! going to the beach and amusement parks are my favourite things to do, i'm an adrenaline junkie when it comes to rollercoaster. and i still run to an ice cream truck whenever i hear that jingle
my love languages are gift giving and words of affirmation!! i love receiving and giving hand written letters, but i'm not too big on physical touch unless i'm REALLY comfortable with the other person. i also love listening to others ramble even if it's about a topic i don't understand well. i'm easily influenced to pick up a new interest or hobby as long as it's with someone close to me.
i love music!! i play the guitar and i love singing as well. i'll listen to anything from metal, grunge, indie rock to pop, r&b and hip-hop/rap.
i've recently picked up on new hobbies such as, embroidery, scrapbooking/journaling, and reading. i've mostly read horror and thriller since it is one of my fave genres!! i'm into spooky/creepy things, and halloween is my favourite holiday cuz i love to dress up and shamelessly eat candy. i'm also spiritual, i've been practicing tarot, and i'm very drawn to the moon as well as cats!! i wish to adopt 2 someday :')
i also collect stickers, perfumes, crystals, and lots of hello kitty stuff. i love anything pink and hyper feminine but i also adore alternative fashion, i never limit myself to just 1 style. i love thrifting and diy-ing my clothes whenever i can!!
i have red dyed hair, dark brown eyes, 5ft tall, and i have a tiny heart tattoo on my shoulder. i've been doing my own "tattoos" lately, but i limit myself to only poking faux beauty spots on my body before i do actual designs.
Sorry I was kinda dead the past few days :)) Iā€™m back!!
Okay sis! Early seasons Reid is coming your way!
Your ambivert personality is perfect for Spencer!
If he need less you can be less if he needs more you can do that too! (In regards to social situations)
Pshhh when he gets feeling real cheesy he calls you the summer to his winter brooo
Once he gets over how many germs are shared at amusement parks through the railing, the seats, the line, etc he loves to go with you
We all know Spencer loves a good adrenaline rush (hence his job)
Loves to go to the beach with you but alllllways overpacks and gets scared if he goes too far in the water
Just imagine you hearing the ice cream truck and dragging Spencer out with you so he awkwardly runs behind you
And him being all giggly and happy eating his ice cream šŸ˜­
Please introduce him to new music my dude he needs to broaden his horizons a LOT and your eclectic taste will do that!!
Gets sooo excited that you donā€™t get weirded out by horror stuff
He shares his books with you (of the thriller genre)
And definitely asks to do a matching costume!
Spencer picks up on things really easy
So heā€™ll watch you and your hobbies and learn to do them with you!!
I imagine him loving your hyper femme side
It kinda reminds him of Garcia
I could see you two being friends which makes Spence SO happy
He traces your ā€œtattoosā€ and thinks they look adorable
Itā€™s a quirk of yours heā€™ll never get over
And suggests you get the really pretty ones permanent <33
Okay okay okay Iā€™m so sorry this took so long school has been crazy!! But itā€™s here I hope you enjoy it!! Love you all byeeee šŸ’–šŸ’–
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1d1195 Ā· 4 months ago
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sam you are the sweetest person in the world actually, thank you so muchšŸ«¶
STEAL MY GIRL MUSIC VIDEO IS SUCH A NICHE THING I FEEL LIKE ITS ALMOST AN INSIDE JOKE itā€™s sooooo funny every time i watch it iā€™m just laughing SO REAL WITH LOUIS AND THE CHIMP i remember watching it for the first time and seeing harry in the fucking trench coat and genuinely getting worried like ā€œhmmm itā€™s too hot for that, hope heā€™s okayšŸ˜•ā€ BABHSHAHAHAHAHA zayn and the sumo wrestlers ALWAYS gets me
IM ACTUALLY LAUGHING SOOOO HARD AT THE "SAMANTHA -šŸŽ¶" YOU GET MEšŸ˜­šŸ˜­ i think i read all dolcezza like the same week you posted the last part, and itā€™s a good thing i did cause ooooo girlā€¦.šŸ˜®ā€šŸ’ØšŸ˜®ā€šŸ’Øyou woulda drove me crazy
I THINK I SAID THIS ONCE BUT IM NOT SURE AND IF I DID IT WAS A LONG TIME AGO BUTTTT THE SERIES THAT BROUGHT ME TO YOUR PAGE WAS ACTUALLY MADE TO BEšŸ„¹šŸ„¹šŸ„¹šŸ„¹ and i came from PART 1 !!!!! (ironic considering my aversion to waiting lol) i tuned in every week to read the new part and back then you were updating on sundays and i stg i would get soooo giddy (i was in SHAMBLESSS between chapters having to wait a weekšŸ˜­) and yeaā€¦after that series ive been stuck here like a leech LMAO
on the topic of waiting on chapters i started traditional like right after youā€™d posted the second to last chapter and O.M.G. AHAHAHAH ITS SO FUNNY LOOKING BACK BUT I WAS ACTUALLY GLUEDDD TO MY PHONEšŸ‘€šŸ‘€ WAITING FOR THE NEXT PART CAUSE THEY HAD GOT IN THAT FIGHT AND I WAS SOOO HOOKED and then i woke up one morning and it was out, guess how i spent my breakfast & coffee timešŸ˜­
iā€™m just rambling at this point BUT YES !!! YOU NEED TO KNOW HOW APPRECIATED YOU ARE !!! i remember back then i wasnā€™t doing the best and lots of things were changing but i always looked forward to reading the newest chapter. i read in one of your recent asks about how you decide what you write based on engagement (which makes total sense) but you feel like you get a lot of non-interacting readers. this is true and it really sucks but i guess itā€™s the reality of posting on a website like this. however, i will gladly take the time to say what they wonā€™t and AHHHH SAM YOURE AN AMAZING WRITER I LOVE YOU THANK YOU FOR FEEDING US YOU MATTER SOOOO MUCH MORE THAN YOU KNOW šŸ’•šŸ’•šŸ’•šŸ’•šŸ’˜šŸ’˜šŸ’˜šŸ’˜šŸ’˜šŸ’šŸ’šŸ’šŸ’šŸ’šŸ’–šŸ’–šŸ’–šŸ’–šŸ’–šŸ’–šŸ’—šŸ’—šŸ’—šŸ’—šŸ’—šŸ’—
i cried while finished ā€œLove & Other Wordsā€ šŸ˜Ŗomg i didnā€™t see that coming but it was SOOOO. GOOD. likeā€¦.i sat and stared at the book with a small smile after i finished it kind of good. i will DEF been rereading that I LOVE THEMšŸ˜­šŸ˜­ THAT SCENE WHERE HE SAID ā€œIā€™ll take anything you give me. Is that pathetic?ā€ I SCREAMED theyā€™re so precious and i looooveddd the way it was written!!! i just sped through it and i love when books feel like that
it has also been storming here, like so bad the electricity went out a few weeks ago and if u go out when itā€™s sunny you will melt. not a fan of summer right nowšŸ™„ SO happy to hear youā€™re feeling more relaxed, hopefully that stays till at least the end of summer. pasta is yummy !! i like my pasta dishes w a lotttttaaaa cheese :)) ive been boring too, dw. just a lotta reading on my end cause i am notttt in the mood to talk to anyone lately, vry antisocial (i also started my period last night ??? maybe that why lmfaošŸ˜­)
sorry for this behemoth of an ask, thank you for chatting HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT DAY LOVE YOU <33333333
~šŸŽ¶
I DREAM about Harry in that trench coat. A fashion icon. I love him so much in that (and everything). I totally forgot all about the sumo wrestler piece of it I was so focused on the chimp and Louis. Louis' smile in that is my FAVORITE thing in the world. It was SO pure.
hehehehehe well, I'm happy to report that Part II of Most will be up tomorrow afternoon. She's longer than I thought I could do but here we are. After writing it, I think Part 1 and Part 2 would be a good read. I don't think it will drive you crazy the way Dolcezza would have drove you crazy.
OMG. I apologize if you DID say it, but I feel like this is new information to me. I'm so so sorry if I forgot. BUT STILL. I haven't thought about Made to Be in a REALLY long time šŸ˜­ I loved it for so long after I finished writing it. It was a huge part of my life. You've been here for a while, that's so cute and nice to hear šŸ’• I'm so glad you liked it
You are so so sweet. I am so grateful for you compliments.
IS THAT PATHETIC made me want to SCREAM too. I love Elliot so goddamn much I could CRY. He is my ideal man. My new story is Love & Other Words coded for sure šŸ™ˆ I didn't mean for it to happen but then I think I told you I got it back from letting my sister borrow it and I couldn't stop rereading the whole "I'm pathetic part" like OMG I'm šŸ˜­šŸ˜­ so distraught about it STILL. Everything about that book is perfect.
I am summer's least favorite fan. The heat makes me so sticky and gross feeling. Also, I don't look good in summer clothes (or I feel gross about myself, whatever) ANYWAY. I love a good antisocial mood tbh. I feel so obligated to be on and around everyone all the time. And what's worse is I let myself be available. I JUST started getting better at not checking my work email outside of work hours. My sister and mom need me LITERALLY all the time. My bf and I are home at the same time so I just never get a MINUTE to myself. I have to like hide in my own apartment to get any alone time. So yeah. I can't get my brain to shut off lately to read but I've been doing some hard work on the writing here so I'm hoping that will help--also been doing a GREAT job binging TV. I think I just want to keep reading romance stuff and not all the like "interesting" books I've bought and haven't read šŸ˜­ It's the only way I'm going to get through this bookshelf of mine šŸ˜‚
I love the chatting and the long asks so no need to apologize or thank me. I hope you have a fantastic Monday! LOVE YOU SO MUCH šŸ’•
xoxo
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hyunverse Ā· 2 years ago
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omfg iā€™m going delusional again šŸ˜© i want them all to whisper in my ear IMAGINE FELIX DEEP VOICE GAHHHHHH. smth about the way hyunjin talks and pronounce words makes me crazyyyyy. okay very specific but in ā€˜wowā€™ when he says ā€œgonna get hotterā€ i actually die every time. ITS JUST SO SEXY IDK WHAT THE DEAL ISSS
thank u bae ur too sweet wtf ā˜¹ļøā˜¹ļøā˜¹ļøā˜¹ļøā˜¹ļømwah ur my fave ever thank you sm. iā€™m just very stressed and overwhelmed w a lot of stuff yk ?? and then it builds up and you have nowhere to put it so it just sits <///3 iā€™ll be okay tho :)))
YESSS changbin edits are so šŸ˜©šŸ˜©šŸ˜©. i love my buffbin. yes u are very much the queen of sexy and i will not take no for an answer šŸ˜ 
okay thereā€™s so many variations of bf and one thing i love about skz is they all apply to them yk ?? we got fashion boy i.n, gamer boy felix, muscle boy changbin, art boy hyunjin, cat boy leeknow etc etc etc. like wow we rly got blessed w everything we could ever want ??? and this is why iā€™m delusional for all of them and swear iā€™m actually ot8
thatā€™ll be so fun and relaxing !! is there anything specific that you guys do for ramadan that ur looking forward to ?? YAYYY ROYALTY AU FICCCC iā€™m so so so so so excited to read it. i just know it will be amazing :))
- šŸˆā€ā¬› NO YOU deserve all the love and even more šŸ«¶šŸ»šŸ«¶šŸ»
if felix whispered to me to sleep i would be the happiest gyal ever. never ever complaining about life ever again. there's a reason why i listen to an hour loop of felix covering love me like that all the time LMAOO. and ure right!!! the way hyune pronounces things are so ā˜†__ā˜† scratches my brain!!! hear me out... the way he says yeah spider in venom. ALSO his line is question. the one where its like yeahhh to be or not to be. it's so sexy oh good lord.
ahh i get you, i really do. sometimes things are so overwhelming, they build up and you just don't know where to start. kind of like wires that are all tangled up. take your time, okay, lovelie? sit down, try to process everything. take it one at a time. i find that journalling helps me kind of break down my thoughts and calm down. perhaps you could try that? anyway, things are hard rn but i'm sure u can make it through!! you're so strong, i hope things settle down for you very soon <3
mmm thats why i love bf skz headcanons. they feed into my delusions Fr. art boy hyune who takes u to art museums <3333 takes his sweet sweet time talking about his favourite pieces. gets all shy when he realizes he's been rambling. and and consider this... bookworm bf seungmin. it suits him so well oh god. he'd gift u an annotated book for ur birthday and write notes like "this is sooo you" and "i just know ure giggling at this scene" GAAHHHH
hmm, ramadhan is basically a month full of forgiveness, where all of the gates to heaven are opened, and the gates to hell are closed. so what i like about ramadhan is this feeling of being close to God. culturally, i like the food stalls they'll open a few hours before we break our fast (we break it at about 7pm) on ramadan, there are more hawker stalls around!!! selling festive food!! so so yum. we also perform this prayer you call tarawih, a special prayer for ramadan. i love how lively the mosques are during tarawih, and i love how when you drop by a convenience store after tarawih time, you'll see many people inside, clad in their prayer clothes. all in all, i feel like ramadhan is the time where every muslim is closer to each other, feels so nice. woops this became a ramble but yeah i love ramadan!! right now, since i live in a dorm apartment, my housemates would wake me up at around 4am for suhoor. it's so fun lol. just eating our food in the living area, eyes still sleepy. funny and chaotic. love it <3
ure too sweet my gosh, thank u for looking forward to it <3333 have a good evening ahead milov <3 kith kith!
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sys-garden Ā· 3 years ago
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Here are some Gender bent Tintin designs! This was super fun to do since I love history and I love fashion so looking up the History of Fashion was just *chiefā€™s kiss*Ā  I also got to practice drawing from a reference without tracing and alot of these drawings came out really good and simliar to my refs (maybe you recongize what reference photos i was using!). Im Gonna explain the choices under the keep reading
Ā For anyone curious Tintinā€™s designn was based off roaring 20s fashion since tintin in the land of the soviets was published in 1929 and the most dated aspect of tintinā€™s orginal design is the plus fours pants that came into popularity in the 20s. Luckily the fashions of the 20s woman were perfect for the type of tintin i wanted, Boyish, free spirited and feminist. Tintin does strive for a respectful but practical look, showing that they are simultaneously the most polite and unhinged people to exist and neither misogyny or concusions will stop them from saving the day. The masculine aspect of the boyishness of 20s fashion shows that Tintinā€™s open mindedness and strive for change while also exploring gender as a lesbian since I ship haddotin and being sapphic gives you a interesting relationship to gender when so much of feminity is centered around men and your life isnā€™t centered on men. And the youthful aspect of the 20s fashion shows a carefree spirit and connects to how the youthfulness of tintin made him such a beloved character and relatable character for children despite being an adult. the exceptions to the 1920s fashion were the tintin inspired by tintinā€™s new 70s look in tintin and the picaros on the top right and the tintin to the left of it inspired by this one drawing herge made of tintin where he was wearing 1680s clothing.
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For fem Haddock I didnā€™t deviate much from their original design because I wanted her to have a Butch and more mature energy which the mainstream fashions of the 30s and 20s didnā€™t have. When designing her I was inspired by lesbian director Dorothy Arzner, photos from lesbian bar Le monocle and a drawing for a lesbian focused issue of an old french magazine (I espeically took infleunce from the picture when designing haddocksā€™ formal wear)
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For the side character I think Chang is the one Iā€™m most proud of, they came out so cute, giving off a humble gracefulness that is true to changā€™s character. I was inspired by 1930s womenā€™s fashion in china, after the loser clothes of the 20s the 30s went back to clothes that huged the curves and showed off femininity a bit more and this applies to the qipao in china, when fashion trends pass and are replaced with something new they often are replaced with something that is the opposite of the trend they are replacing. So Changā€™s more feminine tight fitting clothes are almost opposite of tintinā€™s boyish loose clothes and I love the opposite attracts look it creates between them. But Changā€™s adventous spirit is still shown in the modernity of their clothes, the striped textile made easily possible by modern texile manufacturing techniques and the knitted cardigan combinding western aspects to a tradtional chinese outfit. It shows that although Chang is a bit more sentitive than tintin they share the same open mindness and taste for new experiences while visually telling a story of China history when it comes to modernity that was visible in the fashions of the Chinese women of the time.
For Abdullah I was inspired by the fashion and modesty expectations of Saudi Arabia since Khemed is suppose to border the red sea so I guessed by that and a panel in Tintin in the land of black gold that features a woman that Khemed was possibly based on Saudi Arabia. Girls donā€™t tradtionally start wearing modesty clothing until puberty But since some people do hit puberty at nine years old (like i did (isnā€™t it interesting that abdullah is one of the only characters with a spefic age he is 9 years old) I drew Abdullah in a Niqab and Abaya, Alot of Abayas are plain black but I added some simple geometric shapes to it to add a sense of nobility (hey this kid can afford patterns and other colors) without being ostentatious about being nobility. Abdullah is a very expressive character but the niqab covers most of the face I tried to show in body langauge and eyes that abdullah is a kid that will ruin your day and laugh about it. I donā€™t get to draw muslim characters alot so this was great practice for future character designs!
Menā€™s fashion isnā€™t as diverse as womenā€™s fashion especially back then because toxic masculinity is like ā€œmen canā€™t have funā€ but I decided to subvert that for Biancaā€™s design. Biancaā€™s design is probably the 3rd design iā€™m most proud of because I wasnā€™t even planning on doing it because I thought it would be boring. But I decided to look at the classic fit fitting with lose pant legs tuxedoā€™s of the 1930s and spice it up with color of Biancaā€™s classic dress and jewerlly. Even as a man Bianca would be dramatic and want to stand out from the crowd so while many men were turning to more simple clothes and still wearing boring colors Bianca would try flaunt wealth and personailty where ever they went.
You know how Caclulusā€™ design is basically just scientist Auguste Piccard? While for this design I decided to make their design basically just Marie Curie but with caclulusā€™ classic color scheme and trying to keep the shape of caclulusā€™ original shape. Caclulusā€™ original outfit doesnā€™t quite fit into the fashion of the time with being just a tad too formal and too bright. And the marie curie inspired dress does give this caclulus a vibe of being an eccentric older person as he did before, and the hairstyle also gives calculus a vibe of not only being too busy to care if their hair is out of place, but also not caring if other people think their hair is out of place or if other people think they dress weirdly. Calculus is smart, eccentric, unhinged, and free from social anxiety and I hope I communicated that with this design.
Nestor was simply inspired by a tradtional maid outfit with the added yellow stripes as seen on nestorā€™s orignial design. And their the only character I added makeup on because the simple eye and mouth design of most of the male characters made putting makeup on them feel weird. But since Nestor has this eye design that is hooded I felt comfortable adding black eyeshadow to the ensamble.Ā 
Thompson and Thomson were difficult because I couldnā€™t look at female cops of the time to be inspired by because there were none. But I decided since this is before cops had uniforms so they just had to buy simple cheap clothes to wear on the job (such as a black suit) I wanted to go with a simple black and white outfit inspired by 1930s fashion. I also had to not make them too fashionable because I wanted them to have a older vibe to them and make it so they look really simliar but there is something keeping them apart. I decided on wide long collar, a belt for a more form fitting outfit, long skirts, bell shaped sleeves, a classic slouch hat and short wavy hair for aspects of 1930s fashion to intergate into their outfits and I made the dresses soild color as many afternoon dresses at the time where, making them acturate to the times but luckly the fashion trends did give them the mature vibe I wanted since 1930s fashion seemed to go mature and feminine where the 1920s were young and boyish. I decided to make the dominate color white instead of black because something in my character design brain was like ā€œif thats way too much black in this outfitā€ but im still debating if that was a good choice. The things to tell these two apart is that one has glasses, the other doesnt and one has a curl at the ear the curls inward and the other one has a curl that curls outward...though Iā€™m not sure which one I made thompson and which one is thomson
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bluejayblueskies Ā· 3 years ago
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For the Touches Ask Game, if you can, a little Jonmartin with Touching/9?
Thank you so much, I love your writing!!! šŸ˜­šŸ’•
touches prompt list
9 - holding hands across the table
i did a season two lunch dinner date fic! cw for mentions of paranoia/stalking and murder (in typical s2 fashion)
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Theyā€™ve been having lunch together for two months when Martin asks, with enough stuttering that it takes Jon a moment to process his words, if Jon would like to get dinner with him.
Jon hesitates only briefly before agreeing. Between finding out about Martinā€™s CV and the newly delivered CCTV footage, heā€™s almost entirely convinced that Martin did not, in fact, murder Gertrude Robinson and that his various attempts to make sure Jon eats and sleeps and drinks tea are simply a result of Martin beingā€¦ well. Being nice, he supposes. If overbearingly so.
Why Martin feels the need to coddle Jon, he doesnā€™t quite know. But if heā€™s being honest with himself, heā€™sā€¦ not complaining. His frequent skipping of meals often isnā€™t an intentional thing, born instead of his tendency to get so wrapped up in his work that hours fly by without him noticing, and while sometimes heā€™s irritated when his flow is interrupted by Martinā€™s cheery greeting, more often than not itā€™sā€¦ a relief. To step out of the Archives, away from the feeling of eyes on the back of his neck, and pretend like he isnā€™t working alongside a murderer.
Maybe a murderer. Heā€¦ he doesnā€™t know. According to the CCTV footage, Tim and Sasha and Martin and Elias all have alibis. But he still canā€™t shake the feeling that he gets, sitting in his office or walking down the corridors or reading through statements, that something isnā€™t right.
That thereā€™s something in the Archives thatā€™s not supposed to be there.
So, itā€™sā€¦ nice to get outside. And as much as Tim may joke about itā€”orā€¦ used to joke about it, at leastā€”Jon does, in fact, try to eat three square meals a day if he can remember to do so. Try being the operative word. Heā€™s beenā€¦ caught up in work lately, and often he glances at the clock to see that itā€™s well past ten and heā€™s accidentally skipped dinner entirely. He hadnā€™t thought Martin had noticed, given that the man doesnā€™t live in the Archives anymore and typically leaves promptly at five along with Tim and Sasha, but evidently, he was wrong.
As Jon sits across the table from Martin at the small cafĆ© theyā€™ve chosen for lunch, he has the fleeting thought that Martinā€™s been sneaking back and watching him work and thatā€™s how he knows that Jon has been missing dinner. He lets himself feel it, takes a deep breath, and pushes it away with considerable effort. No, thatā€™s notā€¦ he trusts Martin. He does. Or heā€¦ he wants to. Heā€™s trying.
ā€œJon?ā€
ā€œHm?ā€ Jon blinks up at Martin, whoā€™s clearly waiting for a response. ā€œSorry, I-I didnā€™t catch that.ā€
Martinā€™s cheeks are dusted a rosy red. He fiddles nervously with the black ring on his fingerā€”a bit thicker in width than Jonā€™s, the metal smooth and bright where it reflects the sunlight. ā€œIsā€”is this Friday okay? Atā€”at seven? I-I can, um, meet you at the Institute. U-Unless youā€™d like to meet there! Thatā€™s, er. Thatā€™s fine with me too.ā€
ā€œThe Institute is fine,ā€ Jon says, picking at his sandwich with a frown. The bread is damp and squishes under his fingers. ā€œPerhaps we can go somewhere a bit lessā€¦ soggy.ā€
ā€œR-Right, yeah. I, um. I was actually thinkingā€¦ you know that new bistro o-over in Clapham? M-Maybe not, itā€™s, er. Itā€™s new. But I-I heard it has good South Asian food, which, um. I know you like.ā€
Martinā€™s face is fully crimson by this point. Maybe we should sit inside next time, Jon thinks. Or at least in the shade. The sun is rather intense. Martin picks up his mug of tea and takes a long sip, staring resolutely down at the table once heā€™s done. Jon waits, but it appears that Martin is done rambling, so he says, ā€œYes, that sounds fine.ā€ Then, because itā€™s polite (and not untrue): ā€œI amā€¦ looking forward to it.ā€
ā€œO-Oh? Oh!ā€ Martin looks at him, a wide smile spreading across his face. ā€œY-Yeah, um. M-Me too.ā€
We should definitely sit inside next time, Jon thinks as the back of his neck grows warm, the tips of his ears surely darkening. Good lord.
He doesnā€™t think the heat is responsible for the way Martinā€™s smile makes something in his stomach flutter. He decides to blame that on the atrocious sandwich becauseā€¦ well. Itā€™s as convenient an excuse as any.
Because Martin is just looking out for Jonā€™s wellbeing. This is no different than him bringing mugs of tea when Jon is recording statements or accompanying him to A&E to get stitches after Michael or inviting him to lunch in the first place. This is not, he tells his ridiculous, over-zealous, butterfly-filled stomach, a date.
Because itā€™s not. Martin is simply a coworkerā€”an employeeā€”and a friend. Who he trusts. Maybe. Probably. And thinks about sometimes when heā€™s unoccupied. His hands, mostly, which look very soft and very capable. His smiles as well, each one like a gift meant just for Jon. The way he carries the heavier boxes that Jon canā€™t quite manage and can reach the top shelves to retrieve statements without even having to clamber up onto the bottom ones.
All completely normal thoughts to be having about a friend
So, when Jon wears the soft maroon button-down on Friday that heā€™s been told brings out his eyes and takes care to arrange his hair into something other than the haphazard braid heā€™s been managing lately and digs a bottle of peach nail varnish out of the bottom of his drawer the night before to coat his fingernails with, itā€™s just because he feels like it. Not because this is a date. Because itā€™s not a date. Itā€™s just dinner. With Martin.
Who shows up to the Institute at quarter to seven wearing a nicer jumper than usualā€”cable-knit and mustard yellow, looking incredibly soft to the touchā€”and with small black studs decorating the lobes of his ears. He smiles widely when he sees Jon, also standing outside earlier than agreed upon, and Jon almost turns around to see if someoneā€™s behind him. But there isnā€™t. That smile, unfettered and full of joyā€”itā€™sā€¦ itā€™s for him.
Surely, Martin is justā€¦ happy to see him leaving the office while itā€™s still light out for once. Heā€™s certainly chided Jon enough times for his habit of falling asleep at his desk. (Which heā€™s been trying to do less lately, if only because it would be easy for someone to sneak up on him while heā€™s unconscious and slip a knife into his back or poison his tea or shoot him three times in the chest orā€”)
ā€œR-Ready to head out?ā€ Martin says, abruptly halting Jonā€™s train of thought. He tries not to look like heā€™d just been theorizing about his own inevitable demise as he mumbles his assent and follows Martin away from the Institute and into the still-bustling streets of London.
And if he presses close to Martinā€™s side while they walk, well. Itā€™s just because every brush of unfamiliar contact against him feels overwhelming, enough so to make him flinch away. And if he takes Martinā€™s hand for a small period of time, well. Itā€™s just because the crowd has thickened and he doesnā€™t want them to get separated. And if he feels particularly warm in his jacket when Martin laughs awkwardly at his own joke and rubs at the back of his neck, well. Thatā€™s just from exertion. It is quite a far walk to the restaurant.
The bistro is lovely. Jon typically doesnā€™t go for places like thisā€”tucked between two nondescript buildings with a glass front that reveals soft, intimate lighting within and flowers planted in boxes outsideā€”but once theyā€™re inside and seated at their table, itā€™sā€¦ oddly charming. Jon shrugs out of his jacket, and even though itā€™s the same shirt heā€™s been wearing all day, Martin compliments him on it with a flush. The change from frigid winter air to the warmth of the bistro brings heat to Jonā€™s face as well, and he rolls up the cuffs of his sleeves to just below his elbows. Martin makes a choking sound, but when Jon looks up with a frown, he has his glass of water pressed to his lips.
ā€œSorry,ā€ Martin says once heā€™s placed the glass back on the table. ā€œJust, um. Uh. Tickle in my throat. A-Allergies, you know.ā€
Martinā€™s face pinches in what looks like a repressed wince, and Jon tries to be reassuring. After all, Martin is taking time out of his schedule to be here with Jon, and Jon doesnā€™t want to seem ungrateful. His grandmother taught him proper manners, and besides, he isā€¦ rather glad to be here.
His commiseration about his own experiences with seasonal allergies turns into a mini-lecture on the species of pollen-producing plants in their area. He only realizes heā€™s doing it when the waiter comes by with a cheery smile and asks if theyā€™re ready to order.
Jonā€™s mouth snaps shut mid-sentence. He has not even opened his menu.
ā€œI. Um.ā€ Jon is about to ask for more timeā€”which he strongly dislikes doing, as heā€™s had the waiting staff forget more than once about his table and heā€™s had to go through the mortifying ordeal of hailing them down like a-a bloody taxiā€”when Martin tilts his own menu toward Jon and points to an item in the middle of the page.
ā€œThey have chicken karahi and naan. I, er. I heard itā€™s good if youā€™reā€¦ interested.ā€
Jon blinks at the menu in surprise. ā€œThatā€¦ sounds great, actually. Er, medium spice, please.ā€
Martin orders his own squash curry, and the waiter takes their menus when he departs, leaving the spot in front of Jon oddly empty. Jon taps his fingers on the newly barren tabletop a few times, trying and failing to remember where heā€™d left off in his lecture. Ultimately, he gives up, deciding that Martin isnā€™t going to be interested in hearing about all of that and heā€™s already said enough on the subject.
Then, Martin says, ā€œSo, you were sayingā€”about the pollen?ā€ and something in Jonā€™s chest squeezes, an emotion he doesnā€™t know the name of. Relief, maybe, as Martinā€™s words manage to spark his memory and he picks up his train of thought again easily enough. Yes, thatā€™sā€¦ thatā€™s probably it.
The first few times theyā€™d gone to lunch, Jon had made an effort to stop himself from rambling, as he was prone to do any time someone gave him the opportunity. Heā€™d engrossed himself in his sandwiches and rice bowls and mediocre Chinese takeaway in order to keep from launching into an explanation of the origins of said folding takeaway containers or the documentary heā€™d watched recently about the Zhou dynasty. And the first few lunches had beenā€¦ awkward. It wasnā€™t because Jon thought Martin was a murdererā€”he doesnā€™t think heā€™d have agreed to go for lunch if he truly believed that Martin might harm him. It was justā€¦ how things like this went when Jon was involved. He knows he struggles with casual conversation, and heā€™s never understood the purpose or execution of ā€˜small talk.ā€™ He would be perfectly content to eat and exist in silence, except all too often he feels expected to provide some sort of conversation or entertainment, upon which point the silence becomes horribly oppressive and stress-inducing.
But he also knows that talking too much can be just as bad as not talking enough. His grandmother had always told him so. So he suffered through the awkward silences for the first few days, and Martin had let him, clearly assuming that if Jon wasnā€™t speaking, he shouldnā€™t either.
Then, around their fourth or fifth lunch together, Martin had begun to ask him questions. They were casual, genuine, and so clearly targeted at Jonā€™s interests that Jon was convinced that Martin was somehow following him home or searching through his computer history orā€”or something. On their eighth lunch together, Martin asked Jon about the newest exhibit at the museumā€”it had been about sharks, if Jon remembers correctlyā€”and Jon couldnā€™t help asking how Martin knew that heā€™d gone to see it. He hadnā€™t explicitly asked if Martin had been following him, but heā€™s sure the sentiment was clear in his eyes.
The tips of Martinā€™s cheeks had grown red, and heā€™d said that Jon had mentioned a few days prior that he was planning on going. All traces of fear and paranoia had left Jonā€™s mind then, replaced by surprise and, beneath it, something warm and bubbly. Martin had remembered.
Their conversations had gotten a lot easier after that.
Despite how Martin seems to enjoy Jonā€™s long-winded tangents, heā€¦ does still make an effort not to hold a completely one-sided conversation. So, a few minutes into the continuation of his pollen discussion, he finds a natural stopping point and says, ā€œSo, er. Youā€¦ like being outside?ā€
Not the mostā€¦ articulated question Jon has ever asked. But Martin doesnā€™t seem to mind. His fingers curl around the bottom of his water glass, his palms smudging the condensation. ā€œYeah, w-when I can find the time, I suppose. I-I try to go for walks around my neighborhood if I can, if itā€™s not too dark by the time I get home, and thereā€™s this park inā€”ā€
Martin cuts off with a small cough. He lifts his glass and takes a long sip, while Jon sits and drums his fingers against the table and tries not to bounce his leg too noticeably. ā€œSorry,ā€ Martin says as soon as the glass leaves his lips, giving Jon an apologetic smile that somehow seemsā€¦ artificial. Like itā€™s been plastered atop another, heavier expression. ā€œS-Something in my throat again.ā€ He hesitates, then continues, ā€œThereā€™s a park in Devon that I-I like, whenever Iā€™m in that area.ā€
Devonā€™s quite a trip away, Jon thinks but doesnā€™t say. Why do you go to Devon? he doesnā€™t say. Is that where you go on Saturdays? he doesnā€™t say, becauseā€”well. Itā€™s rather embarrassing, among other things, to admit to the fact that youā€™ve gone through your employeeā€™s desk calendar because you thought he might have shot an old woman three times in the chest and had plans to do the same to you. Particularly when you are having dinner with said employee.
Ugh. Probably best not to think about the fact that he is technically Martinā€™s boss when heā€™s sitting three feet away from him at a candlelit table on what, to an outside observer, might look startlingly similar to a date.
But itā€™s not a date. Because Martin didnā€™t say it was a date, and heā€™s just trying to care for Jon, in thatā€¦ over-the-top way that he does. Jon tries to muster up some irritation at the reminder that heā€™s likely being coddled, just for habitā€™s sake, but comes up empty.
He hasnā€™t been truly irritated with Martin in quite some time. Heā€¦ doesnā€™t really know when that changed. When Martin became a source of comfort, rather than of annoyance.
ā€œJon?ā€ Martin says. Right. Martin is still sitting across from him.
ā€œRight,ā€ Jon says, trying to sound like he hasnā€™t been drifting off in a hundred different directions. ā€œThat soundsā€¦ nice.ā€
Martinā€™s lips curl up into a small smile. ā€œYeah. I-It is. It, um. It makes the trip worth it, to be able to sit on one of the benches and justā€¦ write poetry.ā€
Jon has read some of Martinā€™s poetry, though Martin doesnā€™t know that. Jon doesnā€™t like poetry. Jon liked Martinā€™s poetry. These are, apparently, two truths that can and do coexist.
Jon does not mean to say, ā€œCould I hear one?ā€ But it appears that he is weary enough and relaxed enough and distracted enough that his verbal filter has small, critical holes in it. Damn.
Martin sputters. ā€œU-Um, well, I-I supposeā€¦ I could, I-I do have a few, er. M-Memorized, if youā€”you reallyā€¦ā€ He trails off uncertainly. ā€œYouā€™re. Um. Youā€™re sure?ā€
Well. Nothing to do but lean into it, Jon supposes. ā€œI wouldnā€™t have asked if I werenā€™t sure, Martin,ā€ he says, a bit snippier than he intends. The tips of his ears are hot, and he is deeply thankful that the dimness of the bistro hides the way theyā€™re surely darkening.
ā€œR-Right.ā€ Martin clears his throat, looks down at the table. ā€œI-I suppose Iā€™ll justā€¦ do a short one?ā€
He proceeds to recite, in quiet, surprisingly stutterless lines, one of the poems that Jon already knows from the notebooks heā€™d left behind in the Archives. Itā€™sā€¦ his favorite, if he were forced to pick one. But there is something differentā€”something moreā€”about hearing Martin speak the words aloud rather than simply reading them on a page. Martin pauses in places Jon hadnā€™t thought to pause, lingers on words he hadnā€™t thought to linger on, and adds a softness to the ends of lines and phrases that Jon finds himself enraptured by.
Logically, he knows that itā€™s not good poetry. Heā€™d begrudgingly taken a poetry class during uni, had hated every minute of it, and had donated all of his books to charity shops the moment he wasnā€™t in need of them anymore. Heā€™s read Dickens and Poe and Whitmanā€”all the works that are considered great representations of their art form.
Martinā€™s poetry is nothing like theirs. His lines donā€™t follow the same rhythms; his words are clumsier, his images less profound. But still, even though Jon knows that it is technically not good poetry, heā€¦ he likes it.
He tries not to analyze that feeling too closely.
ā€œSo, um. Yeah,ā€ Martin says after he finishes, rubbing his thumb over his ring. ā€œI-Itā€™s not reallyā€¦ great work, heh, you know, s-sorry.ā€
Jon is not the comforting sort. Heā€™s been told that heā€™s too sharp at the edges, skin too full of spines and thorns. So he surprises himself, and probably his grandmother from beyond the grave, when he reaches across the table and takes Martinā€™s hand in his. Itā€™s soft and big, the pads of Martinā€™s fingers lightly calloused from a past history of manual labor, and Jon thinks just for a moment how small his own hands look in Martinā€™s. He surprises himself even more when he says, honestly, ā€œI enjoyed it, Martin.ā€
Martin blinks at him, eyes wide and owlish. His hand is rigid in Jonā€™s, like heā€™s afraid that if he moves, heā€™ll frighten Jon away like a skittish cat. ā€œO-Oh.ā€ Itā€™s hard to tell in the dim light, but Jon thinks Martin might be blushing. ā€œWell. T-Thanks.ā€
Jon nods once stiffly. He does not retract his hand. At first, itā€™s because he doesnā€™t think to do so, too wrapped up in the feeling of his skin against Martinā€™s. Then, itā€™s because itā€™s been long enough that doing so would be more awkward than keeping his hand there. He asks Martin about the inspiration behind the poem, for want of another conversation topic, and Martin talks about the trip he took to the countryside once and how it stuck with him, and Jonā€™s hand remains atop Martinā€™s. Martin takes a drink from his glass, and Jon takes a drink from his, but both of them use their free hands, as if in unspoken agreement that this is just how things are now. Jonā€™s hand is resting atop Martinā€™s and it will be until he has just cause to move it and that is just the way of the universe. Nothing to be done about it.
Their food comes, and looking extremely regretful about the fact, Martin extracts his hand from underneath Jonā€™s and reaches for his fork. They donā€™t mention the loss, and itā€™s quiet for a period of time while Jon eats his chicken karahi and Martin eats his squash curry and Jon tries not to openly moan at how good the food is.
Something must show on his face, because Martin smiles warmly at him and says, ā€œWell? Was that Yelp reviewer correct when they said that the chicken karahi is ā€˜literally the best food theyā€™ve ever eaten in their entire lifeā€™?ā€
Jon swallows a bite of admittedly very good chicken. ā€œWell. I donā€™t know that I would quite go to that extreme, but it is rather enjoyable.ā€ Reminds me of the way my grandmother used to make it, he doesnā€™t say. That feels like a date conversation, and this isnā€™t a date.
(It feels very much like a date.)
(It isnā€™t a date.)
ā€œGood,ā€ Martin says. Then, he smiles, wide and unabashed and like a ray of sunlight, and Jon quickly buries himself in his food again so he doesnā€™t say something foolish like I really like it when you smile at me like that or Is this a date? or I would very much like this to be a date.
They finish eating, and the waiter takes away their plates with the promise of bringing the check soon. Jonā€™s hands rest on the table, index finger fiddling with the edge of the cloth placemat in front of him. Heā€™s in the middle of trying to convince himself that yes, it would be ridiculous to take Martinā€™s hand again, you should definitely not do that on this very much not-a-date, when Martin reaches out and takes Jonā€™s hand in his. Properly takes it, pressing their palms together and slotting his fingers easily between Jonā€™s and knocking their rings together as he squeezes gently.
ā€œUm,ā€ Jon says eloquently. He should very much not ask if this is a date. ā€œWhat are you doing?ā€
Nope, thatā€™s worse. Thatā€™s definitely worse.
ā€œOh!ā€ Martin lets go of Jonā€™s hand immediately, and Jon does not try to chase Martinā€™s hand as it retracts, thank you very much. Heā€™s more dignified than that. ā€œS-Sorry, I thoughtā€¦ I, um. Never mind. I-I shouldnā€™t haveā€¦ sorry. Again.ā€
ā€œItā€™s fine,ā€ Jon finds himself saying. Then, in an effort to do damage control: ā€œIā€¦ didnā€™t mind.ā€
ā€œYouā€¦ didnā€™t?ā€ Martin seems confused, which is understandable. If Georgie were here, sheā€™d tell him that heā€™s giving, quote, ā€˜mixed signals.ā€™ Heā€™d never quite understood what counts as ā€˜mixed signals,ā€™ and he doesnā€™t know that he ever will.
ā€œI did not,ā€ Jon confirms. ā€œI justā€¦ I suppose Iā€¦ā€
He should not ask if this is a date. He really, really shouldnā€™t.
ā€œIs this a-a date?ā€
It appears heā€™s found another one of the holes in his verbal filter. Lovely.
Martinā€™s eyes grow impossibly wider. He makes a series of sputtering sounds as Jon waits and tries not to bounce a hole through the floor with the heel of his foot. ā€œYouā€”you didnā€™tā€¦ā€ Martin seems to have a miniature internal debate with himself, his face cycling through a dozen different expressions over the next few seconds. Finally, he sighs and says, eyes fixated on the table between them, ā€œI hadā€¦ intended it to be. Though I suppose ifā€”if you didnā€™t know it was a date, that. Um. Kind of defeats the purpose.ā€
ā€œDoes it?ā€ Jonā€™s mouth says without his permission.
ā€œI-I meanā€¦ you canā€™t really have a one-sided date,ā€ Martin says with an awkward laugh. The waiter is nowhere to be seen, which Jon is grateful for and disheartened by in equal measure. This situation would certainly be easier with a convenient escape.
ā€œIā€¦ suppose.ā€ Jon worries at the edge of the placemat, pulling on a loose thread. ā€œThough, itā€™sā€¦ if this were a dateā€”or, I suppose, if I-Iā€™d known it was meant to be a dateā€”Iā€¦ wouldnā€™t have acted much differently.ā€ He pulls harder at the thread, feeling a bit bad for the way the fabric bunches around it. ā€œIā€¦ would not have beenā€¦ that is to say, I would have liked it ifā€¦ rather, to say that I didnā€™t think about it would be, erā€¦ well, incorrect.ā€
Martin stares at him, clearly unable to make sense of Jonā€™s admittedly disjointed, half-finished sentences. Jon sighs and says, under his breath, ā€œI am not opposed to considering tonight a date.ā€
Martinā€™s cheeks are red enough now that Jon can see the flush, even in the dim light. ā€œU-Um. What?ā€
ā€œI am not opposed,ā€ Jon repeats, louder, ā€œto considering tonight a date.ā€ Lord, thatā€™s mortifying to say out loud. How do people do this? To emphasize his point, he sticks his hand out, palm-up on the table. Itā€™s stiff and awkward and he probably looks like a cat with its hackles raised. He focuses on the cable knit of Martinā€™s jumper so he doesnā€™t have to see whatever amused or mocking or disappointed expression is on Martinā€™s face as he realizes just how bad Jon is at all of this.
Martin is quiet for a moment. Then, just as Jon is about to pull his hand away and flee for the exit, he feels a touch against his palm. Martinā€™s hand settles tentatively atop hisā€”not weaving their fingers together, not even properly holding it, justā€¦ pressing together, palm to palm. Jon can feel Martinā€™s heartbeat faintly against the tips of his fingers where they press against the inside of Martinā€™s wrist. ā€œOkay,ā€ Martin says softly, like Jon has just given him a precious gift. ā€œThen itā€™s a date.ā€
Itā€™s a date. Jonā€™s skin has absolutely no reason to prickle at those words, nor does his stomach have any reason to squeeze and sprout butterflies. He nods, a bit brusquely, and opens his mouth to say somethingā€”god knows whatā€”when the waiter appears next to their table, somehow having both comically bad and impossibly good timing.
Martin pays, despite Jonā€™s insistence that he can cover his own share, and then theyā€™re back out in the cool night air, making their way toward the tube station. The first few minutes are quiet. Thereā€™s a tension between them that feels more anticipatory than awkward. Their hands brush once, twice. Then, on the third time, Martin hooks his fingers around Jonā€™s and clasps his hand in his, and Jon lets out a breath he hadnā€™t known heā€™d been holding.
They hold hands all the way to the tube station, up until they have to part ways to take separate lines. Jon runs through all the things that he thinks heā€™s supposed to say in a situation like thisā€”I had fun tonight or We should do this again sometime orā€¦ somethingā€”but ends up saying instead, ā€œHow long have youā€¦?ā€
He trails off, squeezing Martinā€™s hand a few times thoughtlessly, like a warm, bony stress ball. Martin seems to infer the rest of his question, however, because he squeezes Jonā€™s hand in return and says, ā€œItā€™sā€¦ new for me too, if thatā€™s what youā€™re asking.ā€
Jon nods and squeezes Martinā€™s hand again. He thinks thatā€™s going to become quite a habit if they keep this up. ā€œRight.ā€
Martin hesitates, before letting his grip on Jonā€™s hand loosen slightly. ā€œWeā€¦ we donā€™t have to do this again if you donā€™t want to. I-I know things are complicated right now, and Iā€¦ā€ He worries his bottom lip between his teeth. ā€œI want to do this again, forā€¦ for what itā€™s worth. But I get it. If you donā€™t, that is. Forā€”for any reason.ā€
ā€œI do,ā€ Jon says, surprising himself with his conviction. ā€œI-I donā€™tā€¦ youā€™re right. Things areā€¦ complicated.ā€ Thatā€™s certainly a word for it. ā€œBut Iā€¦ I trust you, Martin. O-Orā€¦ I want to trust you.ā€ He takes a deep breath. ā€œI am making the decision to trust you.ā€ Itā€™s hard and itā€™s terrifying and thereā€™s an animal instinct deep within Jon thatā€™s telling him not to expose his vulnerable side, butā€¦ somehow, despite all of that, Martin makes him feelā€¦ well. Not safe, but as close to safe as he can get right now. Which is an accomplishment in its own right.
Martin exhales slowly and gives Jon a small, hesitant smile. ā€œThank you. I-I know thatā€™s difficult, and Iā€¦ā€ Martin squeezes Jonā€™s hand, just once. ā€œI-Iā€™m happy.ā€
And Jon finds that he means it when he says softly, ā€œIā€™m happy too.ā€
Martin gets on his train, and Jon gets on his. And despite the ever-present itching beneath his skin and the persistent belief that something isnā€™t right and the knowledge that he is likely a hunted man, from the moment he lets go of Martinā€™s hand to the moment he closes his eyes and curls onto his side in bed, that happiness remains.
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Magic: the Gathering
Part 3 of Sokeefitz: the Gathering. Part 1 here. Part 2 here.
Written for day 2 of Sokeefitz Week: family, hosted by the aemazing @xanadaus and @gay-otlc
Also a big thank you to @uni-seahorse-572 for listening to my rambling about this fic
Word count: 3.9k
Tw: swearing, food
Taglist (lmk if you want to be added/removed!): @stellar-lune @gaslight-gaetkeep-gayboss @kamikothe1and0lnyĀ @nyxpixels @florida-fruity-frog @poppinspopĀ @uni-seahorse-572 @solreefs @never-mourn-the-good @rusted-phone-calls @when-wax-wings-melt @cotyledon-tomentosa @good-old-fashioned-lover-boy7 @dexter-dizzknees @abubble125 @blossomsxgalorex @callum-hunt-is-bisexual @callas-pancake-tree
On Ao3 or below the cut!
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œIā€™m bored,ā€ Keefe signs, sighing heavily.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œWhat, is Tammy Boy refusing to talk to you again? What is this, the second time this week?ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œNo! Well, yes--but no! I donā€™t want to argue about Tamā€™s stupid bangs.ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā Fitz rolls his eyes, going back to his book. Keefe doesnā€™t know what heā€™s reading this time but it could be a history textbook for all it cares.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā Foster, the beautiful angel he is, asks, ā€œDo you know how to shuffle a deck of cards?ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā Keefe shakes its head, bouncing up and down on the couch.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œHang on. Give me one second.ā€ Foster pulls a side table in front of it and starts rummaging through drawers in an attempt to find some cards.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā It takes several drawers and many seconds before Foster announces, ā€œYeah, I guess thisā€™ll work,ā€ and drags a chair over to sit across from Keefe.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā Keefe takes the deck of cards--which has ā€œMagic: the Gatheringā€ written on the back and five small differently-colored dots on a brown background. Thereā€™s more details, but Keefe finds a card thatā€™s backwards before it can fully process it.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā But, when it flips the card over, it also has a picture on it. ā€œOoh, whoā€™s this?ā€ it asks Foster.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œKeefe, did you ever learn how to read?ā€ he answers.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā It looks at the card to find ā€œJace, Vrynā€™s Prodigyā€ at the top.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œExile, Jace is kinda hot.ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œI know, right? Iā€™m glad I donā€™t have a Jace, Cunning Castaway because thatā€™s more than enough motivation to make you or anyone else for that matter become a pirate.ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā Keefe doesnā€™t hear half of what he says, as itā€™s destroying the deck Foster set in front of himself, trying to find another one.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā And he does, but this one only has one side, is shiny, has a red background and is named ā€œChandra, Bold Pyromancer.ā€ It holds it in front of Fosterā€™s face, who understands immediately.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œNow you understand why Iā€™ve been trying to teach you how to play.ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā Keefe nods.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œHey, Fitz. Do you want to learn how to play too?ā€ Foster asks.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œIā€™m good.ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œShow him Jace,ā€ Keefe suggests.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā Foster stands up and places it in the place between the pages where a bookmark would rest. ā€œYou sure?ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œThisā€™d make a good bookmark.ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā Foster snatches it away from him, clearly overprotective of Jace. As he should be.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā Fitz smiles, making butterflies flutter in Keefeā€™s stomach with that movie star grin.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œDo you want me to play?ā€ he asks, looking up from his book for the first time in the last millennia.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œWell, Keefie will be angry if I win so Iā€™d like to try to avoid that. At all costs. Because then itā€™ll never play any games with me ever again.ā€
Ā Ā Ā ā€œFine. Teach it how to shuffle while I finish my chapter. Iā€™ll join you when Iā€™m done.ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā Iā€™m willing to bet his whole book is one giant chapter. Just a feeling.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œAlright,ā€ Foster allows, coming to sit in front of Keefe once again. ā€œThis isnā€™t actually that hard. Step one is the most difficult. Split the deck in half, approximately. It doesnā€™t have to be perfect.ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā Keefe is fully tempted to count out half just to piss Foster off, but figures itā€™s a bit too early in this conversation for that specific brand of its bullshit.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œThen youā€™re gonna hold each half in your hands like this,ā€ Foster holds the cards with a thumb on the short end, his index finger curled up on the back of it, and the rest of his fingers on the other short end.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā It takes a second of finagling to get its hands into position, and Keefe figures out why Foster wanted to teach it. If itā€™s holding things, it canā€™t sign.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œThe first few attempts will be yucky, but youā€™ll figure it out after like a dozen tries. Now itā€™s just a matter of building up your index fingerā€™s first knuckle because I legit have, like, little calluses from when Amy and I used to play.ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā Keefe does as he instructs before asking, ā€œYou and Natalie used to play?ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œNot with these decks, but yeah. All the time. You didnā€™t know this?ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œNo.ā€ Keefe tries again to shuffle, more gracefully than the first but by no means elegant, ā€œI am an expert now.ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œYes, indeed you are,ā€ Foster replies.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā Thatā€™s when Fitz miraculously joins them, sitting on the couch next to Keefe because the chairs are not good for his knee. That or he wants to see what cards Keefe has. Not as though it would help all that much when he doesnā€™t know what the cards would do.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Lots of words on these fuckers.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œOkay, what the Exile are we doing?ā€ Fitz asks, head resting on Keefeā€™s shoulder.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā Foster thinks for a second before deciding, ā€œLetā€™s start by picking colors based on their basic philosophies. You get two colors to make a standard sixty card deck, and I have enough of these so you donā€™t have to fight if you both want the same one although Iā€™ve met both of you so it seems unlikely. And please donā€™t pick the same colors as the other one just because you feel like being an ass.ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œI want all the colors. I want gay,ā€ Keefe signs.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œYou get two. If youā€™re on your good behavior, maybe youā€™ll get to move up to a tricolor deck. Maybe. So letā€™s get started. There is an official order of the colors, so Iā€™m going to start with whiteā€™s philosophy. White represents order, peace, and Iā€™ve made you play DnD--which was also made by Wizards of the Coast, by the way--theyā€™re just a bunch of lawful goods.ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā Keefe fake gags, knowing Fitz is just such a lawful good. When he wants to be. And Alvar is six feet under.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œTheyā€™ve got some mean cards in there, including a whole lot of flyers,ā€ Foster continues. ā€œThen blue, despite you thinking itā€™ll be a watery color, really isnā€™t. There are certainly some decks themed around that, but I only have one commander that uses it that way. The others are either artifact or pain in the fucking ass by using instants and sorceries and flying creatures to just shut the other player completely down decks.ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œAlright, thatā€™s slightly less boring.ā€ Keefe notices Fitz is blushing harder than usual. ā€œOh, my stars, Fitz. Are you gay for the blue deck?ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œIā€™m not saying itā€™s Jaceā€™s faultā€¦but itā€™s Jaceā€™s fault.ā€ He picks up the card lying on the table. ā€œWait. Heā€™s a telepath?ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œYeah,ā€ Foster replies condescendingly.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œStars fucking exile.ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œI didnā€™t make the card. Apparently you running around the Lost Cities looking for me inspired Wizards of the Coast to make a card based on this kid who kept popping up in the news everywhere.ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā I mean, they do look kinda similar. Fitz is definitely more tan, but there is a resemblance, especially when you consider that the little picture canā€™t show all the small details.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œThatā€¦doesnā€™t sound right. But okay.ā€ Fitz nods.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œMoving on,ā€ Foster continues, ā€œBlack is like zombies and vampires and using your own health to make yourself stronger. Blue/black is definitely fun, but mono blackā€¦eh. Iā€™m not a fan, personally. Red. Red is fun. Itā€™s fast and itā€™s one of the easier colors to play. It also has a lot of chaeos and fire and all that fun shit. Direct damage and dragons.ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œFun shit indeed,ā€ agrees Keefe.
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œThen, finally, we have green, which is just a little slower than red but about as easy to play. It features gigantic creatures and trample which allows any overflowing damage to go to the player youā€™re attacking. So. How are we feeling?ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā Foster grabs Keefeā€™s freshly shuffled deck and starts separating it into its blue and green parts.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā Fitz answers, ā€œDefinitely blue and maybe white.ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā Keefe is tempted to pick blue/white but those donā€™t sound fun. ā€œIā€™m still mad I canā€™t make it gay but I guess I want Chandra and the Aggressive Mammoth I saw while shuffling so thatā€™sā€¦red and green, right?ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œYep. And thatā€™s exactly what I predicted you two would take. Now. How to play. There are five main card types--land, instant, sorcery, enchantment, and creature, and we will be ignoring artifacts and planeswalkers for the purpose of this lesson, Iā€™m sorry, but Jace will be able to stare into your soul from here.ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā Foster takes both Jace and Chandra away, and Keefe is kind of tempted to wrestle them out of his hand.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā It holds itself back though. Save that for after the game.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā Foster explains, ā€œLands create mana to allow you to cast the other card types. The cost is displayed in the top corner that isnā€™t the name of the card because I know you struggle with left and right so weā€™re gonna phrase it that way. And like this one,ā€ he reveals a Shivan Dragon, ā€œis four of any color plus two red so you need six total. You really donā€™t have to count beyond seven in this game.ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œFuck. I donā€™t know if I can do that,ā€ Keefe signs.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œI can help you out with any conversions of mana cost or strategies or special abilities like this one,ā€ he shows a Volcanic Dragon, ā€œhas haste. Which may or may not be defined on the card because Iā€™m not looking at it but it basically means it can attack on the turn itā€™s cast. Everybody else has summoning sickness on their first turn.ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā Keefe signs, ā€œIā€™m superior!ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā But Foster has to burst its bubble. ā€œLots of creatures have different abilities like this so donā€™t let yourself get too confident yet. I realize as Iā€™m saying this that itā€™s extraordinarily futile. And, uh, an important ability both of you will probably have come up is flying. Flying creatures can only be blocked by other creatures with flying or reach. I donā€™t think thereā€™s anything with reach in here, if either of you do, itā€™s probably you, Keefe, but I donā€™t know anymore.ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œOkay,ā€ Fitz nods.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œOne more important aspect of this is how to actually win. The goal is to be the last one alive. You start with 20 health and between direct damage like shock or creatures like the canopy spider, thatā€™s gonna get whittled down pretty quickly. So to know how much damage a creature does or can take, you look in the bottom corner like with this guy,ā€ Foster shows us the canopy spider still in his hand, ā€œis a 1/3. That means when he attacks, he deals 1 damage but he takes 3 in a single turn to kill.ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œPretty accurate to real spiders, then,ā€ Fitz remarks.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œAnd then thereā€™s a giant spider whoā€™s a 2/4 and a mammoth spider whoā€™s a 3/5 so Iā€™d say yeah. They arenā€™t in this deck, but Iā€™ve played with both before. Fitz, I know youā€™d love to read the entire rules manual before we start but I think this is a good enough intro for us to start if you donā€™t have any questions.ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œI feel like I donā€™t know enough to even know what questions to ask.ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œYeah, thatā€™ll work. Youā€™ll figure it out. Do either of you want to go fir--ā€ he notices Keefeā€™s hand already raised excitedly. ā€œWhy do I even ask anymore?ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā He gives it its preshuffled deck, although it does one more shuffle just in case. It doesnā€™t trust anyone, least not Foster, enough to think they havenā€™t rigged the deck.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œDraw seven cards. If you like them, keep them. If not, you can reshuffle and draw seven new cards. We arenā€™t playing yahtzee so donā€™t even start trying to argue those rules. Technically youā€™re supposed to reduce it by one if you take a mulligan, but house rules say otherwise.ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā While he explains, Foster shuffles Fitzā€™s deck, then gives it to him. ā€œSame thing, my dude. The general guidelines are if you have between 2 and 5 lands and the color of the lands matches the color of the spells you have, you should be good. Also you want some cheap cards in there. And the vibes to be right. If you want me to check, I do have eyeballs.ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œNah, Iā€™m going to be reckless,ā€ Keefe says, pulling away from Fitzā€™s prying eyes.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā In its hand, it has a Vorstclaw, just a little guy at 7/7; a 2/2 Goblin Smuggler with haste and can prevent little guys with power 2 or less from being blocked; a forest and a mountain; an Overcome which gives creatures +2/+2 until end of turn and trample, a 3/2 boring Fearless Halberdier; and that ever-glorious 8/8 Aggressive Mammoth which gives everybody trample.
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œOh, I forgot!ā€ Foster interrupts. ā€œJust one quick note: you can only put down one land each turn unless a card specifically says otherwise. Like, uh, Aesi, Tyrant of Dire Straits.ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œI donā€™t have one of those,ā€ Keefe signs.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œI know. Theyā€™re a blue/green living in a commander deck. But theyā€™re the first one I thought of, okay?ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œ...fine.ā€ Keefe puts down a single forest after much debate and then canā€™t do anything else. So itā€™s Fitzā€™s turn.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œIs this a good starting hand or not so much?ā€ Fitz asks, sliding it over to him on the table.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œItā€™s a little dangerous, but youā€™ll probably be able to make it work. Itā€™s up to you. And make sure you draw a card at the beginning of your turn.ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā Keefe tries to take a card, but nearly gets its hand slapped away. ā€œYou went first. You donā€™t get a card on your first turn.ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā Keefe pouts.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā Fitz simply puts down an island before being rendered incapable of doing anything, giving the turn back to Keefe.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Keefe draws a card, this time without the threat of bodily harm, and gets another boring Fearless Halberdier for its troubles. It puts down a mountain--so exciting--and then itā€™s Fitzā€™s turn once again.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā He draws a card, puts down an island, and then itā€™s Keefeā€™s turn once more. This game is so captivating. Just gonna keep trading lands to put down.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā Except itā€™s out of lands.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā It draws its card, a boring 2/2 goblin assailant that it can manage to pay for so puts cer down in front of itself, asking Foster, ā€œI canā€™t attack with cer yet, right?ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œDoes ce have haste?ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œNoā€¦thatā€™s lame.ā€ It declares it Fitzā€™s turn, having nothing else it can do.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā Fitz draws his card and whispers, ā€œPsst, Sophie. Do I want to use this?ā€ He carefully slides over a card so Keefe canā€™t see what it is.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œYou could but I wouldnā€™t. Itā€™s playing green. Wait for it to pull out something a little bigger,ā€ Foster answers.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œAnd risk taking damage this next turn?ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œYeah. Youā€™ve got 20 of them. Donā€™t worry about it.ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œ...okay. Iā€™m trusting you. Donā€™t make me regret this.ā€ Fitz decides, declaring it Keefeā€™s turn.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā It draws its card, getting a mountain to place on the battlefield immediately, and casts a Fearless Halberdier. ā€œAttack with Goblin Assailant, 2/2.ā€Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œFitz, you canā€™t block, I mean technically you could interfere with that card you just showed me as long as itā€™s an instant, but I wouldnā€™t recommend it. So youā€™re down to 18,ā€ Sophie says, reaching across the table and turning Keefeā€™s Goblin Assailant ninety degrees.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā Fitz glares at Keefe.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œI know. And itā€™s your turn.ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā Fitz draws a card, looks at it, places it, a plains, on the battlefield, then uses that plains and also the two other islands he has to cast a phantom warrior, a little guy whoā€™s a 2/2 and canā€™t be blocked. Zeā€™s a little fucking bitch.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā When given back the turn, Keefe draws its card, fixes its Goblin Assailant, and does the same as Fitz except itā€™s a mountain and itā€™s casting a Goblin Smuggler, the little guy thatā€™s the 2/2 with haste.
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œAttack with all three of my dudes. Goblin Assailant, 2/2, Fearless Halberdier, 3/2, and our new one here, Goblin Smuggler, is a 2/2.ā€ It turns each one as it reads the cards off.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œRude,ā€ Fitz mutters.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œFitz, If I were you, Iā€™d block the Halberdier with your Phantom Warrior.ā€ Foster says.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œI can do that?ā€ Fitz asks at the same time Keefe asks, ā€œHe can do that?ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œYep. Both will die in the process though.ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā Fitz does as Foster suggests, and this is an act of war.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā Fitz still takes 4 damage from the other creatures, bringing his total down to 14. Then itā€™s his turn once again.
Ā Ā Ā He draws and casts a cloudkin seer, a little 2/1 guy with flying that lets him draw a card.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā All Keefe knows is that it probably isnā€™t a land because he doesnā€™t put it directly onto the battlefield. And then itā€™s Keefeā€™s turn again.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā It draws a Rubblebelt Recluse, a big little guy whoā€™s a 6/5 that attacks each combat if able. Like it wouldnā€™t already do that.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā Then, it casts the other Fearless Halberdier in its hand, partially because thatā€™s pretty much all it can afford and also to replace the one Fitz killed.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œAttack with Goblin Assailant, 2/2, and Goblin Smuggler, also 2/2.ā€Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā Fitz blocks the Smuggler with his Cloudkin Seer, killing them both and takes the other two damage, bringing his total down to 12.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Fitz draws and places down an island on his next turn, casting an Octoprophet, a nice-sized little guy whoā€™s a 3/3 and lets him see the next two cards in his deck. Then he throws the turn back to Keefe, terrified of his inevitable demise.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā Keefe draws an Engulfing Eruption to deal 5 damage directly to a creature.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā I guess thatā€™s what Foster meant by direct damage. Cool. I wonder if you could build a deck solely around that. Probably.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā Keefe, having no patience whatsoever, decides to just kill the Octoprophet with the Engulfing Eruption while it has the chance.
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œWas that really necessary?ā€ Fitz asks.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œYes.ā€ answers Keefe. ā€œAnd now itā€™s time to attack with both my dudes. 2/2 Goblin Assailant, 3/2 Fearless Halberdier.ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā Fitz canā€™t block any of the damage, and heā€™s down to 7.
Ā Ā Ā Ā On his next turn, he draws his card, then casts a Fortress Crab.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā Foster interrupts his thinking process by asking, ā€œMay I make a suggestion?ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œSure, why not? Iā€™m close to death anyway so it doesnā€™t really matter.ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā He points to his cards.Ā  ā€œCast this and this.ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œThis and thisā€ are apparently an unsummon on Keefeā€™s Fearless Halberdier and a Haazda Officer, a little 3/2 guy whoā€™s functionally the same as the Fearless Halberdier except for an ability that doesnā€™t get used and the fact itā€™s white, not red.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā Then, itā€™s Keefeā€™s turn once again. It draws a forest, places it down, does a little happy dance because he can cast something, and that something is a Rubblebelt Recluse. Just a little 6/5 guy that has to attack each turn if able.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā But summoning sickness makes it unable, so Keefe decides to hold on to its soldiers for the first time since this game started. Having nothing else to do, it unwillingly declares it Fitzā€™s turn.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Fitz draws a card, buries it deep into his hand, and casts a fortress crab, a 1/6 designed to be as annoying as possible for Keefe.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā But then itā€™s its turn once again. And it draws a forest. And it dances again. Now it can cast the Aggressive Mammoth thatā€™s been burning a hole in its hand since it drew it before the first turn. So now it has an 8/8 with trample that also gives all other creatures it controls trample.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā In its excitement, it forgot to actually put the forest down, so it adds that to the battlefield before attacking with its Rubblebelt Recluse 6/5. This gets blocked by Fitzyā€™s new crab. Crab is officially dead and the Rubblebelt Recluse is completely fine.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Well, maybe zaeā€™s a little annoyed. So is Keefe.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā And itā€™s Fitzā€™s turn once more. He draws a card, then casts some Coral Merfolks in a desperate attempt to block as much damage as possible.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā 2/1s really are not going to do much when everything Keefe controls has trample.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā Bracing for impact, Fitz gives the turn back to Keefe for the last time.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā Keefe has spent Fitzā€™s turn trying to do the math on how much damage it can possibly do in a single turn, and survey seems to say that itā€™s more than enough. Especially when he throws a sorcery into the mix.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā It draws its card, only a little sad it wonā€™t get to use this Shivan Dragon this game. That has to be saved for a future game.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā Keefe casts Overcome, which is a sorcery that gives all of its creatures +2/+2 and trample, as though they didnā€™t already because of the Aggressive Mammoth.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œAttack with Goblin Assailant 4/4, Rubblebelt Recluse 8/7, and Aggressive Mammoth 10/10.ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œWell, thatā€™s just a few points of damage there, love,ā€ Fitz remarks.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œYeah, and everybody has trample. Can you get Foster to double check some rules for us?ā€
Ā Ā Ā ā€œSophie!ā€ it calls to Foster who has wandered away for some reason.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā ā€œYes?ā€ comes his response, probably from the kitchen.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œIā€™ve got two 2/1s and a 3/2 and Keefe has some dudes with trample. I was just wondering how incredibly dead I am.ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œWell, whatever Keefeā€™s creaturesā€™ strength combined minus four blocked points is how much it does to you. I donā€™t know if thatā€™s the answer you want, but itā€™s the answer Iā€™m going to give.ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œSo, uh, just 18 damage, right? Just a few?ā€ Fitz asks, doing the math for Keefe.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œYeah, letā€™s go with that. I donā€™t want to do addition today,ā€ signs Keefe.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œIā€™m dead. I am very dead. I am at like negative 9 levels of dead.ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œI am victorious!ā€Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œWhat you are is a pain in the ass.ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œYeah, that too.ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œJust hang on one second before you start your victory dance thatā€™s suspiciously similar to Goblin dancing.ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œBut why?ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œBecause I said so.ā€Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ah, yes. The inarguable argument. Sounds like he doesnā€™t care enough to actually debate with me. Rude.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Seemingly on cue, Foster re-enters the room, and sets a plate with a glorious cake in front of Keefe.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā Fitz has never particularly tried when decorating a cake. Beyond frosting and sprinkles, of course. This one is no exception.
Ā Ā Ā Ā But Keefe wonā€™t argue because, well, itā€™s cake. You donā€™t argue with cake. Because then you wonā€™t get any future cake.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œConsider this payment for your art lessons last weekend. And also for your victory,ā€ Fitz says.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œThank you, Fitz. It is much appreciated. I will now devour the entire thing like Iā€™ve never eaten anything in my life.ā€ Instead of cutting a slice, Keefe just takes a fork and starts demolishing the cake from the outside.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œYou know, you could save some for breakfast tomorrow.ā€
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œThe future is meaningless. The cake is now,ā€ it signs with chocolate-crumby hands.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œKeefe, uh, you got a little frosting,ā€ Foster gestures to his cheek, and Keefe tries to swipe it off, undoubtedly smearing more frosting in the process.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā ā€œLet me help,ā€ Foster says, leaning closer until he licks the frosting away, kissing it on the way back down to his chair.
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œThat was my frosting!ā€ Keefe screeches.Ā 
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€œThen maybe you shouldā€™ve protected it better.ā€
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hey uh. wanted a quick writing exercise so hereā€™s some boo chronicles: part i from zukoā€™s pov
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Itā€™s not the first time heā€™s been slumped over his kitchen island at a stupid hour, eyes drying out as his tries to finish yet another dull paper by someone whoā€™s allegedly smart enough to be relevant to his field, and itā€™s also far from the last time heā€™ll do this, but that doesnā€™t mean Zuko canā€™t huff about it. As his eyes glaze over another paragraph, he absently taps out a text to Sokka, because Sokka always has something funny to say about whateverā€™s on Zukoā€™s mindā€”even his petty complaints.
Heā€™s just set his phone facedown on the counter again when his text tone dings. Zuko blinks. Sokkaā€™s never up at this hour, but ā€¦
like u wouldnā€™t kiss bersaniā€™s gravehole
Zuko smiles and shifts his thumb to slide the text open when another message appears with a chime: hey. would u be my pretend boyf plus-one for a wedding in two weeks?
He drops his phone, shooting upright in his seat and staring at his cell warily.
Thatā€™s. Thatā€™s one hell of a loaded, unexpected question.
Except Sokka doesnā€™t know about Zukoā€™s feelings for him. Zukoā€™s continued to treat one of his best friends like a best friend, because ā€¦ because. Because Zuko knows he had his chance when they first met, seven years ago, but Zuko wasnā€™t ready for Sokka and wasnā€™t ready for anyone, really. And then Sokka moved on and that was fine, really, because this thing between them is as profound as Zukoā€™s relationship with Mai or Azula or Ty Lee, and Zuko wouldnā€™t trade it for the world.
He picks up his phone and replies, what?
A second later, a photo of Sokka wearing a bucket hat and sunglasses as he pretends to kiss a fish heā€™s caught flashes onto Zukoā€™s screen. Sokka hates that Zuko chose this photo for his contact; he thinks it makes him look like a straight man on a dating app. Zuko has to remind him that Sokkaā€™s the one who sent him this photo in the first place.
Zuko picks up the incoming call and immediately gets an earful of Sokka. ā€œā€”be the ultimate flex of a significant other on an ex. Youā€™re, like, the most thoughtful, big-hearted person I know, and youā€™re beautiful and fashionable and accomplished. Youā€™re going to be world-renowned famous in, like, two years.ā€
Sokkaā€™s always been too generous when it comes to characterizing Zuko, but that doesnā€™t stop the flutter in his gut. Itā€™s a flutter that tends to rise into Zukoā€™s throat, making his words catch and give him away when Zuko really doesnā€™t want to confess to anything, so he breathes steadily and waits until the feeling subsides before he asks the logical question: ā€œWhy not Suki?ā€
ā€œSuki and Zahra are almost the same person,ā€ Sokka answers without missing a beat, ā€œso Zahra would just take pity on Suki and shake her head at me. But sheā€™d think youā€™re wildly out of my leagueā€”ā€
ā€œIā€™m not,ā€ Zuko automatically refutes, even as heā€™s thinking, Of course, Zahra. Sometimes, when heā€™s not thinking like a kind and generous person, he wishes Zahra were an awful human being so he could properly hate her for the ringer she put Sokka through. Sheā€™s not, thoughā€”she and Sokka were just the maybe-right people and the definitely-wrong timeā€”so Zukoā€™s left with nothing more than Of course, Zahras and a heightened awareness of Sokka whenever sheā€™s brought up.
Sokkaā€™s still going. ā€œā€”and thereby infer that Iā€™ve grown as a person since she dumped me, and then she might even question whether walking away from me was the right choice.ā€
It was three years ago, and Sokka put himself back together a while back, but sometimes something slips through the cracks.
ā€œTo be clear,ā€ Zuko saysā€”encourages a reaffirmation, reallyā€”ā€œHer walking away from you was the right choice. Right?ā€
A sigh, and then an exhaled, ā€œYeah.ā€
He wishes he could see Sokkaā€™s face. Usually, he can read Sokka from just the tone of his voice, but one word doesnā€™t give him much. ā€œSokka, you arenā€™t asking me to do this just because thereā€™s a chance youā€™ll feel a brief sense of victory over someone youā€™re actually perfectly cordial friends with ā€¦ are you?ā€
ā€œNo,ā€ Sokka immediately says. ā€œIā€™m asking because thereā€™s no one Iā€™d rather have by my side than you.ā€
Zukoā€™s throat tightens.
It took him a stupidly long time, really, to realize that words donā€™t mean the same thing to other people as they do to him. He used to get caught up in and read into word choice and modifier placement and goddamn commas to try to understand exactly what other people meant, but it wasnā€™t until Mai snapped at him, once, during their senior year of high school, ā€œFor fuckā€™s sake, Zuko, I sent t-h-x instead of thanks because itā€™s quicker, not because I secretly hate you,ā€ that he learned that words are just plain words to most people.
So he knows that Sokka doesnā€™t mean that he wants Zuko with him first and foremost at all times. Thatā€™s just Zukoā€™s literary brain slathering layers of meaning and significance onto a sentence that Sokka meant in a very, ordinary, unexceptional way.
Thereā€™s still a small part of him, thoughā€”a part heā€™s working onā€”that needs to check anyway. ā€œAs emotional support,ā€ he says, curling and uncurling the corner of his printed article with his fingertip.
ā€œYes.ā€
ā€œOkay.ā€
Thereā€™s a pause before Sokka echoes, ā€œOkay?ā€
Of course, okay. Sokka wants him there, and besides, no one reads Sokka as well as Zuko does, and he doesnā€™t think even Suki knows the full extent of the Zahra thing. He doesnā€™t want to send Sokka spiraling, though, so he directs them in a safer direction: planning. ā€œYou said itā€™s two weeks from now?ā€ he asks.
ā€œYeah, on Saturdayā€”youā€™re sure?ā€
Sokkaā€™s hesitation never fails to baffle Zuko. The man has always radiated steadiness, and heā€™s been the stalwart of their ever-evolving group of friends since forever, so much so that it took Zuko a while to parse why Sokka was ever hesitant. Now that he understands that aspect of Sokka, though, whenever his uncertainty crops up, Zuko just wants to fight anything thatā€™s ever held his friend back. No one deserves to thrive and grow more than Sokka.
ā€œWhy would I say okay if I wasā€™t sure?ā€ Zuko replies.
Sokka clears his throat. ā€œGreat,ā€ he says and then surges on. ā€œUh, itā€™s in Montreal. I donā€™t know what your work schedule is like, but I was planning on taking Friday off to drive up, and then come back on Sundayā€”ā€
ā€œWorks for me,ā€ Zuko interrupts the rising ramble. He has a couple meetings, on Friday, but meetings can be made up. This canā€™t. ā€œWe can take my car, if you want,ā€ he offers, because heā€™s actually parked in the city and certainly gets better gas mileage than Sokka.
ā€œActuallyā€”yeah. Thatā€™d be great.ā€
Zuko can tell Sokkaā€™s mind is elsewhere, so he waits. Sure enough, he clears his throat again. ā€œThe pretend boyfriend thing ā€¦ We donā€™tā€”we donā€™t have to do it. Bottom line, Iā€™d just like it if you were there.ā€
ā€œAre you backing out?ā€ Zuko teases before he catches himself, and fuck, okay. Thereā€™s no going back now. But thatā€™s fine, because heā€™s an adult, and heā€™s equipped to deal with this. They might even be able to have fun with it. ā€œLetā€™s do it. I bet we can get her to second-guess herself for at least a second.ā€
He can hear the smile in Sokkaā€™s voice when he agrees, ā€œOkay.ā€ A few clicks make it through the line; Sokka must be working with some data. ā€œI think I should get to bed. This data set wonā€™t process faster just because Iā€™m watching it.ā€
ā€œI wondered why you were awake right now.ā€
ā€œEnjoy the Bersani booty-lickers.ā€
Zuko sighsā€”the rectum essay isnā€™t the only thing that Bersaniā€™s contributed to the fieldā€”and Sokka snickers. He should let Sokka go, since his friend really isnā€™t a night owl, but thereā€™s something still tickling the back of his mind. ā€œSokka?ā€ he asks.
ā€œYeah?ā€
He finally grasps the thought. ā€œYou have grown as a person. Since the stuff with Zahra happened.ā€
It takes Sokka a moment to respond. ā€œThanks. Iā€™ll see you soon.ā€
His voice is soft, in a way that it rarely is around the rest of their friends, and fuck, Zukoā€™s throat is acting up again. ā€œGet some rest,ā€ he manages and then hangs up.
This time, he intentionally drops his phone on the counter, and his forehead follows soon after. The marble is cool against his skin, and he breathes deeply against the racing of his own heart. Heā€™s doing this, he reminds himself, because heā€™s the best person to help Sokka in this situation.
Itā€™s incidental that heā€™s powerless to the urge to remind Sokka, in every way he knows how, that Sokka deserves to shine his brightest self at all times.
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lovenona Ā· 4 years ago
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I just haad to say thank you for the free serotonin that you have provided me with through the last artist sukuna post
it's just... āœØbeautifullāœØ we are slowly building up this au
BUT CAN YOU IMAGINE HIM GETTING MORE AND MORE FRUSTRATED WITH THE LACK OF ATTENTION WERE HE'S KIND OF POUTING
and then there need to be a project done in which you have the option to work in groups and NO MATTER WHAT this proud cherry haired idiot WILL work alone but geto won't he came to y/n and they really need to work in a group if they want to get this done so of course y/n is happily gonna agree to the offer of geto to work together they do be viben after all which ultimately leads to the fact that y/n is gonna give sukuna even less attention (it probably doesn't even get on his nerves that much that y/n works with geto its just the lack of attention and ultimately time spending with you that result from it)
ah i am sorry I was rambling againšŸ˜‚
anyways hope you have a nice day and don't stress yourself too much with answering always happy to see you postā¤ļø
babe let me just say ur brain is massive and i thank u from the bottom of my heart ā€“ anyway hereā€™s the original post for everyone about to embark on this godforsaken journey with art student sukuna and our new friend pretentious fuck geto suguruĀ 
if you thought you were pitiful at drawing, your sculptural skills are on another level of true and utter shit. you cannot, for the life of you, create things out of clay. you despise carving anything into wood. your pottery faithfully collapses on you whenever you try. you hate working with glass. you would have dropped the class, honest, if you didnā€™t desperately need it in order to fulfill your major requirements and graduate on time.Ā 
all in all, itā€™s an awful class created solely to tank your gpa ā€“ you donā€™t understand what youā€™re doing, you donā€™t understand what anything is supposed to look like, and you sure as fuck donā€™t understand how anyone else seems to have their shit together all the time. when you glance around the room, no one, not even the famous ryomen sukuna, has trouble making their materials turn into something recognizable.
(and, in true sukuna fashion, he loves to make sure you know how fucking untalented you are.)Ā 
so when anthropology-and-ceramics king geto suguru asks if you want to be partners for the next big art project, you agree without a second thought. youā€™ve been talking to him recently, small talk before class, and for all his pretentious faults, you think heā€™s delightfully hot as fuck with a smooth voice to match. he wears those crisp, expensive button-downs that he bought at overpriced local craft markets. he always smells like cedar and eucalyptus; he brings a different tote bag to every class, his favorite being one he got as a gift for subscribing toĀ the new yorker. he shops organic only and throws around the words ā€œfair tradeā€ and ā€œbourgeoisieā€ and ā€œmeans of productionā€ with the ease that sukuna throws around the words ā€œfuckā€ and ā€œshit.ā€Ā 
you think geto is fascinating. and maybe he talks down to you when explaining his anthropology knowledge, he absolutely does, but when he gazes at you with those warm eyes and offers to help you learn how to sculpt and raise your grades, you canā€™t help but agree with a pair of big pathetic doe eyes.Ā 
why wouldnā€™t you? youā€™re just here for a good time, after all.
so when you giggle as geto places his sinfully smooth, manicured hands over yours while teaching you how to use the pottery wheel, you donā€™t think much of it. you think heā€™s cute and warm.Ā youā€™d be a fool to notice the dark annoyance radiating from the other corner of the room.
ryomen sukuna always works alone. but what he didnā€™t count on was that you wouldnā€™t be working alone with him.Ā 
itā€™s not that youā€™re working with geto, he swears. itā€™s that youā€™re not working with him. his ears feel strangely empty without your argumentative quips, without the way you tell him heā€™s infuriating and annoying every time he tells you something lewd just to fluster you. itā€™s strangely empty without you both arguing about the difference between great artists and sell-outs ā€“ were you here, in his corner of the room, maybe sukuna would have tried to tell you michelangelo was a loser just to see what you would say.Ā 
but youā€™re not with him. youā€™re listening to geto tell you about the time he went to study abroad in germany and how he took a trip to morocco where he tried some amazing food youā€™ve never heard of. heā€™s telling you about the time he helped make tampons in botswana after his senior year of high school and all of the other deliciously precocious things he has done for the sake of human rights and anti-capitalism.Ā 
(youā€™re killing the environment, you know, geto often admonishes you when you stumble into class with your cup of coffee. that cup is going to end up in a landfill. he always taks a sip from his hydroflask for emphasis. itā€™s sleek and black with an oxfam sticker on it.
and sure, you know that your cup is going to become trash. geto doesnā€™t have to be an annoying fuck and tell you when itā€™s only eleven in the morning and he drove a literal moped to campus. but still, with that silky man-bun, everything he does is okay.)Ā 
but understand that sukuna doesnā€™t hate geto. sukunaĀ craves attention, and he absolutely cannot stand being ignored. heā€™ll pout without realizing it, pursing his lips and wondering what kind of circus act he needs to perform to win back your presence. should he get another tattoo? cuss out the professor? offer to fuck you senseless in the third-floor bathroom? heā€™s not sure ā€“ heā€™s never not been seen before. ryomen sukuna doesnā€™t know what itā€™s like to come in second.Ā 
so he intercepts you after class; in a manner that is both sukuna-and-not-sukuna, heā€™ll casually throw one of his heavy arms over your shoulders, subtly pulling you away from getoā€™s aura, wrapping you in his scent of earth and leather and sex appeal. ā€œcome on, puppy,ā€ he says, sultry and annoying and condescending all wrapped in one, tapping his ring-clad fingers against your arm. ā€œyouā€™re supposed to help me write my paper, arenā€™t you?ā€ itā€™s not a question, itā€™s a demand, one you know deep down that you would rather die than shy away from.Ā 
you might not like sukuna, you tell yourself, but thereā€™s something about him, the way he talks and moves and exists in the world, that makes you unable to shy away. thereā€™s something about him that always makes you want more without you quite knowing why.Ā 
(he kissed you, once. sometimes you wonder if you would like it to happen again.)Ā 
and youā€™re still nestled under sukunaā€™s arm, trapped in his orbit and following him to his favorite empty classrooms, when geto calls back to you, wondering if youā€™re still interested in going to the avant-garde poetry reading with him tomorrow night.Ā 
heā€™s going to present a poem he wrote on the terrors inflicted on south america by the united states, geto had explained earlier when his hands were on yours. it was going to be some real, hard-hitting poetry, none of that ā€œrupi kaur bullshit.ā€ he thought it might enlighten you to join him, perhaps in more ways than one.
you pretend you donā€™t notice the way sukunaā€™s arm tightens around your shoulders when you tell geto with a flirtatious smile that you canā€™t wait.Ā 
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trouble-in-space Ā· 2 years ago
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Hi! I'd like a stranger things & the outsiders ship pls!
zodiac is cancer I prefer men (no one under 19 pls) I like many different types of music like rock/pop/indie/alt! my hobbies are cooking drawing writing and playing d&d listening to music and reading fantasy books and tarot cards! I like magic n I like collecting random weird stuff from time to time like useful junk or rocks/gems or even flowers about my appearance Im an arab girl so I have black almond shaped eyes I have bushy eyebrows and I got curly black short hair with bangs I have a small cut scar on my upper lip and have two beauty mark on both my cheeks I have slightly higher cheek bones and have wide full lips I'm short n have a big chest I got hip dips I wear sharp eyeliner and dark eyeshadow i wear lots of jewelry n earrings and piercings (like nose rings) my sense of fashion changes a lot so one day I'm a rock punk chick and other I look like a hippie or a witch and sometimes I look preppy If I feel like it! I also wear dark traditional dark henna and have tattoos constellation on my arm n back with a crescent moon on my nape
Some personal stuff! I have ADHD and on the spectrum! so i talk a lot and fidget I need people to be upfront with me cuz I won't get it until you say it I'm sensitive to sound and touch and I'm an emotional person I'm told that I'm super smart and sassy Im also very kind and understanding but ruthless and cold when I'm angry I think I'm funny but I have a strange n dark sense of humor also I ramble a lot about my interests so I infodump a lot but I get insecure about it and stay quiet so I won't annoy anyone or say something I'm not supposed to say... Im not good with people but I'm good with art and writing so I use that to relate or empress people I don't mind being alone I like my own company but I wish I can speak without feeling scared that I might say or do something inappropriate or weird or cutting someone off it's exhausting to not fidget or fiddle my hands or move around and I don't always look people in the eye not out of disrespect but i get distracted a lot but sometimes I can still hear the person even if I don't look at them! Im lazy and sleep a lot but if it's something I care about I get passionate and excited and make weird happy sounds! and jump a lot!
here are some characters I kin to help u understand me more!
(Wanda maximoff/Bruce banner /will byers/jinx from arcane/entrapta from shera/Phoebe buffay/princess bubblegum/Anne Shirley/ Klaus from the umbrella academy) I hope this helps! thank you!
Hi love! I love your style btw!<3
Stranger Things:
Iā€™m getting Steve Harrington vibes! (iā€™m pretty sure heā€™s like 19-20?) He would love youā€™re personal style and the duality of it. Heā€™d ask you to teach him how to cook, it would quickly become his favorite thing to do with you. If heā€™s out somewhere and sees like interesting jewelry or something else that reminds him of you. heā€™s 100% buying it for you. Steveā€™s best friends with Robin so heā€™s used to rambling and infodumping, he always enjoys listening especially when itā€™s you. He understands and respects your insecurities and shyness(referring to when you said your not good with people) and heā€™ll help you work through them but only if youā€™re comfortable with that!
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The Outsiders:
Darry! Heā€™d just adore you! The Curtis house will be covered with your artwork. Youā€™ll often catch him staring at your henna and tattoos, he just finds them so beautiful. Heā€™s always upfront with you because communication is key to him. Sometimes he might be a little to forward/mean about things but heā€™ll always come to his senses and comfort you. Heā€™s a quieter person compared to the rest of them so heā€™ll make sure the boys quiet down some when youā€™re around. His favorite thing in the world is to see you get excited about something youā€™re passionate about!
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I hope you like these!!<33
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gojology Ā· 4 years ago
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Teddybears and Shitty Cards.
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back to homepage pairing : yuuji x gender neutral reader warnings : minor cursing, fluff wordcount : 1529 a/n : i hope i did u yuuji stans justice .. probably not but this is rlly good for my characterization :) also i thought that gojo wasnā€™t as well loved as megumi/yuuji/nanami etc but holy shit i thought wrong. my megumi and nanami fics got little to no attraction, or maybe i write them horribly, idk. is gojo satoru the best husbando in jjk? (the answer is yes.) also uh.. i didnt proof read this ā–ˆā–ˆā–ˆā–ˆā–ˆā–ˆā–ˆā–ˆā–ˆā–ˆā–ˆā–ˆā–ˆā–ˆā–ˆā–ˆ Ā 100% Complete. Enjoy your game.
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Ā  Ā  Ā ā€œItadori!ā€ you yell, panting, cupping your hands together around your mouth to amplify your voice. He had asked you prior to meet with you for Valentines in this particular park, most likely because it was Valentines day.Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  You had to admit, his selection in nice places was clearly defined. The views from the hill you and him sat upon was spectacular, you could see the city in itā€™s whole. This was amplified with the setting of the sun, a hazy beautiful orangey-yellow gradient was all the eye could see from up here.Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā It was definitely worth the walk up the steep hill, and you took a much needed seat and breather on the painted wooden bench, pulling out your water bottle you take a long swig, wiping the sweat off your brow as you did so.Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā You took a quick sneak peek at Yuuji, who was humming a tune, earbuds in. Shielding your eyes with your hand, you leaned closer into his shoulder. His thumbs were fumbling with something, which you now realized was a Nintendo Switch.Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā ā€œWatcha playing?ā€ you ask, breathing in his scent. Remnants of candy and baked goods filled your nose.Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Yuuji didnā€™t say anything back, instead continuing to hum and mumble a few lyrics, lost in his own world. Ā  Ā  Ā  It was only until you impatiently tapped at his broad shoulders to pay attention to you. He jolted up, looking left and right before finally realizing you were sitting next to him. Taking a deep breath in, he cheerfully smiled before taking one of his earbuds out.Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā ā€œHey! You came early~ are you excited to see me?ā€ he questioned, setting his Nintendo Switch into his backpack before picking up what seemed to be a bag right next to him.Ā  Ā  Ā Ā ā€œOf course! Why wouldnā€™t I be, baby?ā€ you reply back, grinning, deciding to pay no mind towards this bag. Yuuji was quite popular, especially revolving sports or something along the lines of that. Many famous coaches had said that he possessed super-human strength, and he had been showered in contracts with sport teams not long after those few words.Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā In return, this caused Yuuji to be insanely busy with many interviews and pelted with multiple adult-y stuff to do, which had hurt you exceptionally. It greatly hindered the relationship between you two. Weekly visits turned into monthly, and you couldnā€™t bare to see him drown in all his work. He was a busy guy, but yet always so carefree, and you didnā€™t want that carefree childish aspect of him to disappear. After all, that was something you loved about Yuuji.Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā He looked up at you with a reassuring beam, and you felt yourself melt under those warm eyes. ā€œAww, that makes me happy, (Y/N). Scratch that, you make me happy!ā€ facing you, he gave you a quick peck on your cheek. Your heart bursts, it had been too long since you felt that specific thing, and you give him a gentle kiss back, running a hand through his fluffy hair.Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā ā€œI missed you. Itā€™s been too long since Iā€™ve talked to you, lovebug. Schedule is jampacked. But I met some nice friends along the way, and my coach is super nice!ā€ he rambled on, fumbling with the handles of this mysterious bag.Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā ā€œOh? How so?ā€ trying to make conversation, you want to appear as interested as he talked about his coach, but you were focused on his outfit and how he looked in general.Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  He had gotten way more stronger, you noted. He was much more scrawnier when you two first started dating, and you wondered how his cuddles might feel like. Something that didnā€™t change though, was his horrible fashion sense. Wearing a turquoise t-shirt with a lemon yellow jacket over it, you almost winced. Yuuji dressed like a 6th grader who had their mom pick out clothes for them.Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā Ā ā€œ...And he annoys the absolute shit out of his co-worker, Utahime. Itā€™s funny! I also met this guy named Nanami and I have no idea how my coach and Nanami are friends. Nanami always looks like heā€™s on the verge of murdering him whenever he opens his mouth to speak! Oh and also me and my coach made Valentine cards together and I worked really hard on it and I just know youā€™ll like it! Also-ā€Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā ā€œAlright, alright. Thatā€™s a mouthful.ā€ you sang sarcastically, Yuuji awkwardly laughed and rubbed his hand against the back of his neck, looking at you like you had caught him stealing a cookie out of a jar at 12 AM.Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā ā€œSorry. I get carried away a lot.ā€ he says, peering into the bottomless pit inside the bag. You couldnā€™t quite see what was inside of it.Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā ā€œNo, no. I think itā€™s cute, Yuuji-san! I didnā€™t forget how you acted in the span of 1 month, why would I be dating you if I thought you were annoying?ā€ hoping thisā€™ll knock some sense into him, you closely examine his body language for any changes, hoping that went through his mind.Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā You had to make sure, the guy was dumb when it came to social cues.Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā ā€œOhh, really?ā€ he looked up, pointer finger on his chin, a confused expression covering his features.Ā ā€œI didnā€™t know, Iā€™ll act more annoying for you then!ā€Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā Smacking your forehead, you studied your shoes, too giggly to look at him eye-to-eye. ā€œThatā€™s not what I meant, idiot.ā€Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā ā€œ...What did you mean then?ā€ Yuuji quizzed, tilting his head to the side. You really couldnā€™t tell if he was joking or not, youā€™d think that all sport players would be brutes and be masculine and perhaps... Not stupid? But here you were.Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā ā€œNo bother.ā€ waving your hand as a dismissal of the conversation, you instead lean towards the bag he was holding, fluttering your eyelashes.Ā ā€œWhatā€™s this?ā€ Ā  Ā  Ā Ā ā€œItā€™s a surprise~ā€ he responded, obviously giddy. You felt yourself soften once more, how could someone be so cute just answering a question? Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā ā€œHey, come on!ā€ tugging on his arm, you try to yank the bag away, curiosity killing you. His grasp was firm, and he laughed as you did so, it felt good to hear him laugh like that again.Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā ā€œOkay, okay! Fine. Here, go at it.ā€ handing you the bag, you practically ripped the handles off, ecstatic to see what could possibly be waiting to be discovered.Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Inside was an incredibly large teddy bear, soft. The color was almost exactly the same shade of Yuujiā€™s, and you squeal, hugging the plush.Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā Ā ā€œAwww! This is so cute! I woulda never believed youā€™re smart enough to get a good gift for me!ā€ you joked, he caught the sarcasm this time, giving you a confident grin. He liked the compliments.Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā Ā ā€œItā€™s supposed to be me.ā€ placing a hand onto his chest dramatically.Ā ā€œI donā€™t know if you realized though.ā€Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Scoffing, you put the teddybear to the side.Ā ā€œOf course Iā€™d realize! Iā€™m not dumb, Yuuji-san!ā€Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā Ā ā€œWhy not? We could be dumb together! Also, thereā€™s something extra at the very bottom that I think youā€™d like.ā€Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Blinking, you realized that you had completely forgotten about the bag between your legs. Looking back down and rummaging for what possibly could be there, you pull out a card.Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  On the front, thereā€™s a tacky lopsided heart, made with glitter glue. It seems there are also many failed attempts of starting this large heart at the sides of it. At the top, thereā€™s a large,Ā ā€œHappy Valentines Day!ā€ in red marker that was also uneven. Underneath the heart? A stick figure drawing of you and Yuuji, which was also... Pretty horrible.Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā Stifling a giggle, you open the card, eyes scanning the left for anything, you turn to face the right as soon as you deem it clear. Thatā€™s where the writing is.Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā Dear Y/N,Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  I love you very much and I know I do not spend that much time with you anymore but you still make me very happy. My coach was very nice and gave me Valentines day off because he felt bad. Ā  Ā  Ā I had to run to the nearest drugstore to get you this teddybear, but me and Mr. Coach decorated this together! He says heā€™s a very good drawer and I agree. I think the drawing is very detailed. He also helped me with the heart (we picked out the color together) and we had a lot of fun decorating. He says my handwriting looks really bad (is that true?) can you please help me fix it later? :( Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  With a lot of love, Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā Your Boyfriend and Gojo Satoru (his cool coach that helped him write this, thank me later. I have no idea how you handle this guy, but God is he such an amazing kid.) Ā  Ā  Ā Looking back up from the card, you look at Yuuji, who is looking at you back, squeamish. Without another thought, you kiss him, soft and light ones on his forehead, his cheeks, his lips, everywhere on his face. When you finally pull away, both of you are staring at each other fondly.Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā Ā ā€œYes, Iā€™ll help you fix your handwriting, dummy.ā€Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā Yuuji gave you a toothy smile that he only saved for the special ones in his life.
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fandom-puff Ā· 4 years ago
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Could you do a fluff alphabet for Lucius malfoy ?
Of course! Thank you for your request !!
Lucius Malfoy Fluff Alphabet
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A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)
Your voice. He could listen to you talk all day long, and if you apologise for rambling, he always tells you not to worry.
B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)
Yes. Part of it is because of his traditional upbringing (you know... produce heirs) but mostly... he just loves you so much, and would love to see a baby thatā€™s the perfect blend of him and you
C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)
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D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)
Special. Sometimes heā€™ll take you out somewhere high profile, other times, itā€™s walks through the gardens, surrounded by the flowers...
E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my worldā€¦))
Sweetling
F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)
Walking in on you curled up in an alcove, staring out of the window. You looked so calm, so steady...
G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)
Yes. Heā€™s very gentle in a gentlemanly way (wow excellent use of the English language there, go me!) but like... he treats you like a lady, yanno?
H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)
He likes tucking your arm into his elbow, and holding onto it with his other hand
I = Impression (What was their first impression?)
Stunned. You were so... accepting. So much different from every other young woman heā€™s met, as theyā€™re mostly after his power and money, but you only wanted HIM
J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)
Very. Lucius doesnā€™t like to share, and he doesnā€™t like it when others practically slobber over you. You deserve to be treated with the utmost respect, and only he can really do this
K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)
In public, Lucius will kiss your cheek or forehead, or, more often, brush your knuckles with his lips. Alone, your kisses are passionate and needy
L = Love (Who says ā€˜I love youā€™ first?)
You do. He is unsure, not wanting to scare you off, but when you say it, he kisses you with such passion, you know he has been dying to say it for ages
M = Memory (Whatā€™s their favourite memory together?)
Itā€™s a vague memory really, but itā€™s still his favourite. You were in bed one morning with your head resting over his heart, drawing swirls on his tummy and ribs with your finger, humming softly to yourself. He pretended to sleep for a few extra minutes just to watch you
N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)
Oh yes. The Malfoys are a wealthy family, and Lucius loves to spoil his significant others, often with expensive clothes and jewellery, perfumes, rare books etc. He is adamant you have the best.
O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)
White- purity, innocence, life. Everything he doesnā€™t have what with being a death eater
P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)
My Darling, my dear, (when alone) Kitten, pet, a shortened version of your name
Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)
He loves old fashioned clothing- Edwardian, Victorian, regency era... he feels it suits him much better than modern upper class clothing
R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)
What he would do on any other day, really, sans going outside. He mostly stays in his study though
S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)
He sits in his gardens. Thereā€™s a hidden spot quiet far out with a bench that the flowers and trees simply grow around, with light peaking through the branches. Itā€™s a calm, reflective place, and itā€™s where he distances himself when upset
T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)
Politics, mostly. Whatā€™s going on with work. He loves to debate with you, encouraging you to challenge him playfully
U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)
Listening to soft violin or piano music, or reading a good book in his library. He often pulls you into his lap, and likes when you read to him, stroking his hair like a cat
V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)
This man is proud of literally everything. His home, his status, his peacocks, his family... there is very little he wonā€™t show off, the man is literally a human peacock.
W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)
At afternoon tea on the grounds of Malfoy manor, down on one knee with a beautiful, expensive yet classy ring in a velvet box.
X = Xylophone (Whatā€™s their song?)
Our posh boy deffo loves a bit of Tchaikovsky js- swan lake is his favourite. Itā€™s very elegant, just how he likes things to be.
Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)
Yes. He comes from a traditional family where the men are expected to marry and the women produce heirs. However, he would rather make the choice himself, courting you and ensuring that he loves you completely
Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)
His peacocks are his babies, and theyā€™re all named after Greek Gods thereā€™s Zeus and Apollo and Hermes and Eros...
If he were to get another pet it would be something like a hawk or a stallion.
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effymaybe Ā· 4 years ago
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hello, author! deathbyjenlisa on wattpad has this prompt: future post-disbandment au where they live in a tiny little apartment in the middle of nowhere in Paris together with their cats and dogs, and they own like a flower shop or something. and finally, FINALLY doing a vlive together where they announce their relationship to the world. (may we have this piece from u? u r one of the best rpf writers i know. thank u in advance!)
deathbyjenlisa on wattpad I love you and Iā€™m SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG I KNOW SUCK also here it goes!
Warnings: Fluffy fluffity fluff
Jennie closes her eyes as the faint afternoon sun caresses her glowing skin throughout the window.
She breathes slowly, content. Inside the just-conveniently-sized apartment, the atmosphere is still nice and warm despite the first bites of winter cooling down the air of the city.
The brunette is enjoying of a pleasant break after a few hours of frankly successful designing, and her previous artistic buzz has left place to a nice, tickly feeling still twitching in the pad of her fingers.
She sighs just as a fluffy warmth gazes against her legs earnestly.
ā€œHello, Lily. Miss mommy already?ā€
The cat looks up at her almost as if in agreement. Jennie leans down to pet her behind her ears, just as she likes it the most.
ā€œI miss her, too. Maybe Jisoo is right. We might be a little bit needyā€.
Lily keeps purring under Jennieā€™s soft hand, clearly happy with the attention she is given. The brunette smiles to herself. She figures that the kitten would actually hesitate if she had to choose between her two moms.
Thankfully, she doesnā€™t have to.
ā€œOkay, baby. Letā€™s get you an afternoon treat, yeah? Donā€™t tell the othersā€.
Lilyā€™s silent vow of trust is pointless, really. As soon as Jennie shakes the so-secret pack of treats hidden at the very bottom of the kitchen counter, the whole feline family plus an equally excited Kuma enter the room with bright eyes and a grumbling stomach.
The brunette is unfazed. Sheā€™s been dealing with this routine for almost three years already, and despite she likes to complain to her girlfriend about her unmeasured need for adopting cats, she wouldnā€™t change the daily, often overcrowded cuddles for anything in the word.
ā€œThereā€, she mumbles, filling her petsā€™ plates with practiced patience, ā€œso that you know that I can be the cool mom, tooā€.
She stands straight again, glancing at the different furs engaging in their eating. A giddy feeling starts to bloom in her heart suddenly, a sense of happiness mixed with a now unfamiliar pang of uncertainty that weakens her limbs.
They are definitely taking a gigantic step today.
A very much needed, absolutely wanted step.
She runs her fingers through her rich chocolate hair, glancing around with a critical, designer eye as she moves to the living room. Itā€™s small, really, like the rest of the place, but so fantastically decorated ā€“according to a proud Lisa staring at a flattered but shy Jennie- that it often features a big bunch of house dĆ©cor Instagram accounts.
The brunette puts her hands on her hips.
Itā€™s beautiful. She loves her house. She loves the size, the shape, the colors, the fact that she can have a modest yet quite impressive sight of the Eiffel tower only by opening the French door to the balcony. She loves the city, the accent, the passion. She loves the people, who have taken her and her family wholeheartedly, without questions. She loves her sons and her daughter and she loves, loves, loves her girlfriend with every beat buzzing in her chest.
What she does not love so much right now are those yellowish pillows, that-
ā€œHello, loveā€.
An instant smile plasters itself in Jennieā€™s expression. Steady arms circle her waist tenderly, and plump lips kiss the column of her neck in a tender motion.
ā€œMmm, hiā€.
God, she really behaves like a teenager whenever her girlfriend is around.
ā€œBrought you flowers, babyā€, she hears against her ear, and just then she glances down to catch the sight of daisies and red tulips contrasting against each other in a big, gorgeous bouquet.
ā€œThank youā€, she mumbles back, taking the gift with pointed care, ā€œbut you are going to empty our shop if you keep taking flowersā€.
Lisa chuckles lowly, pure affection dancing in her eyes.
ā€œYou know I always order extra just for youā€.
The tallest girl lets her girlfriend spin around in her arms. Her expression softens even further at the sight of sharp, stunning features. Lisaā€™s right hand naturally drifts up to grasp Jennieā€™s nape in an unconscious attempt to keep her close.
Itā€™s not that Jennie would like to leave, anyway. The shortest girl leans up, gleeful, and her girlfriend meets her in the middle to wrap her up in a soft, welcoming kiss. They spend a few delightful seconds just like that, enjoying each other. Itā€™s unlikely, Jennie thinks sometimes, to adore someone with such strength month after month, year after year. And their love has changed, actually.
It has gotten better. Stronger.
So itā€™s time to take the next big step.
ā€œIā€™m readyā€, Jennie murmurs against Lisaā€™s lips, and feels a smile shaping against her own mouth.
ā€œOkayā€. The tallest brunette takes a step back to take in her girlfriendā€™s figure, feeling a soft warmth spreading in her chest. ā€œYou look amazing. I love the shirt. Itā€™s a pity theyā€™ll only get to see a half of youā€.
Jennie chuckles a breathless thank you, pulling fully away from her lover to look for a standee where to place her phone. In the meantime, Lisa takes her time to greet the rest of her wide family, already full and half-asleep on their respective beds. When she comes back to the living room, her girlfriend is already sitting cross-legged on the wide, greyish couch, figuring out the best angle to gather the afternoon light. On top of the coffee table lies the bouquet she got from the small flower shop they decided to put up mainly as a hobby after their successful careers as Blackpink members.
Lisa canā€™t help the grin that stretches across her face.
Sheā€™s just so, so happy.
ā€œBabyā€, she murmurs, moving slowly to sit beside the brunette.
Jennie looks at her and tilts her head in a sign of attention.
ā€œI love you so muchā€.
Lisaā€™s unprompted sincerity is rewarded with a gummy smile and a soft peck.
ā€œI love you, too, beautifulā€.
A message travels across their joined gazes. A renewed vow of loyalty, love, and support. Itā€™s their way to letting each other know that they are ready, no stepping back. The time and their own effort have prompted the building of a bond that lasts beyond obstacles, beyond fear.
When Jennie presses the screen to start the live, they are both leaning comfortably against each other.
ā€œHiā€, the shortest brunette mumbles after a few seconds. Against her skin, the soft vibration of Lisaā€™s muffled laughter makes her blush in a rush of shy joy. ā€œThis is Jennieā€.
The tallest girl grins at her girlfriendā€™s soft tone. ā€œAnd Lisaā€, she adds cheerfully. ā€œWe are hereā€¦ to talkā€¦ā€
Jennieā€™s right hand moves unconsciously to caress her loverā€™s arm up and down, just as she does each time a bitter hint of anxiety threatens to deprive her from fresh air. In exchange, as a caring reflex, Lisa embraces her narrow shoulders with her arm, keeping the brunetteā€™s body flushed against her own.
ā€œā€¦to talk about usā€¦ Weā€™ve seen some theories on the internet sinceā€¦ well, even before Blackpink stopped makingā€¦ official musicā€, Jennie adds, eyeing the rising number of viewers at the corner of the screen.
Itā€™s amazing. Itā€™s been years already, and their fans are as many and as supportive as they were before.
ā€œBy the way, we might have a surprise coming soon!ā€, Lisa intervenes, and watches with silent amusement as her girlfriend crunches her nose just slightly besides her.
ā€œLili, no spoilers!ā€, Jennie complains only half-heartedly, melting inwards as the tallest brunette pouts just slightly.
ā€œMmh, sorry, babeā€, she hears against her ear then, and all her fake annoyance disappears as soon as it started.
She turns around, keeping up with her admonishing from just to see her girlfriend pouting deeper, and her wish is immediately granted. They look at each other for a moment, their expressions turning into soft, dizzy smiles dripping pure adoration, and it takes both of them a moment to realize that there are about a million people watching them interact at the moment.
ā€œSo, huh, us!ā€, Jennie states, turning towards the camera once again. ā€œUsā€¦ soā€¦ where do we even startā€, she giggles, somehow lost. There is so much to tell. So many tears, so many victories.
ā€œWellā€¦ to answer the basicsā€¦ yes, we are girlfriendsā€, Lisa speaks then, loud and clear, smiling brightly, almost as if illuminated by her own love.
Jennie feels a burst of pride striking against her heart. She knows that her lover is being so, so brave.
ā€œGirlfriendsā€, the shortest brunette affirms, and her sharp stare meets Lisaā€™s open doe eyes. ā€œAs in dating, hand-holding, kissing girlfriends, not the best-friends-forever typeā€.
The tallest girl chuckles brightly, both because rambling Jennie is funny and adorable and also because the tension of the moment makes her chest feel tickly.
Well, itā€™s there now.
The world knows that Jennie is her girlfriend.
The sudden, pleasing thought of their truth being outwardly spoken makes her feel lighter, elevated as she stares at Jennie with an expression that even herself knows that screams whipped.
It doesnā€™t matter, really, because her loverā€™s eyes distillates a feeling of the same fashion.
They tear their gazes apart from each other only when the enrapturing sensation starts to die down in a soft giddiness. They glance at the appearing messages almost with fear, but sunned smiles bright up their features when they read ā€“mostly- comments both congratulating them and asking a billion questions about their relationship.
ā€œā€™Oh my god this is so shockingā€¦ who would say that two rich, adult women choosing to live together raising each otherā€™sā€™ pets would be dating!ā€™. Well, thanks for the sarcasm, Lisaā€™shoeā€¦ also, careful with that usernameā€, Jennie murmurs. She rolls her eyes in feign annoyance, but her dopey grin stays in place. At her side, still embracing her shoulders in a protective side-hug, Lisa chuckles again, so visibly content, shining, that the shortest girl has to make an effort not to stare at her throughout the mirrored screen.
ā€œOh, ā€˜when did you start dating?ā€™ I donā€™t think we can say exactly when, but...ā€ Jennie begins, her eyes falling on her girlfriend as if searching for help.
ā€œSome years after all theā€¦ shipping started, actually. It took us some timeā€¦ā€
ā€œIt took you some time if I remember correctly...ā€, Jennie plays, her sharp expression both softening and growing more electric.
Lisa smiles, all teeth and happiness, and gives in the need of squeezing her girlfriend against her just a little bit tighter.
ā€œBut Iā€™ve always liked you! You know it!ā€, she complains, a slight whine tangling in her voice.
ā€œOf course! Iā€™m amazing!ā€, Jennie bites back, brushing her long hair past her shoulders in a mocking gesture.
ā€œYou areā€, Lisa murmurs, staring deep into chocolate without a care in the world, and the sincerity in her words makes Jennieā€™s pulse speed up crazily.
She leans in for a soft, quick peck, unable to stop herself, and is greeted by such an elated expression when she pulls away that she has to kiss her girlfriend once more, just to steady her soaring heart.
Sheā€™s so, so ridiculously in love.
ā€œCharmerā€, she mumbles, blushing deeply, and turns around to read another thousands of totally-freaking-out-because-of-their-cuteness messages. ā€œThank you guys. Really. This truly means a lot for us... The girls know, of courseā€, she chuckles, ā€œThey knew before us, probably. Yes, we are working on something. Nope, no spoilers!ā€, she winks.
Lisa reads the comments as well, absent-mindedly tangling her long fingers in her girlfriendā€™s soft chocolate locks, perfectly warm in the familiarity of their home.
ā€œYes, we are still in Paris. We love it here. The flower business is going wellā€, she grins, ā€œYes, I am the best girlfriend ever, right, babe?ā€
Jennie raises a single eyebrow, but gives in anyways.
ā€œMaybe. You are the only one Iā€™ve ever hadā€, she teases, gifting her girlfriend a slight shrug.
ā€œAnd the only you will have!ā€, Lisa answers back, a playful growl playing with her deep voice in a way that makes Jennieā€™s stomach tingle in a quite particular way.
ā€œLikewise, Manoban. Ah, yes, our parents know. Lisaā€™s parents were supportive since day one. My momā€¦ well, it took her some time. Now she calls her whenever she needs anything. Can you believe it?ā€
They continue the late afternoon like that, leaning against the comfort of each other, answering some of the million questions people over the world have about their relationship.
They knew it will be like that. The sheer support, however, left them truly stunned. They were told so many times that what they were doing was wrong, immoral, dangerous, that the almost absolute acceptance of the people that surrounds them hit them like a soft, fluffy pillow in a dizzy night.
When Jennie finally turns off the live ā€“promising to make another one soon, and yes, to give away more details, and maybe to talk about the possibility of a wedding-, the hint of the pale moonlight is already creeping past their open windows.
Jennie and Lisa stare at each other with twinning grins playing in their lips.
ā€œSo, we just did thatā€, the brunette mumbles.
The apartment is almost silent. Their pets are still sleeping. Only the faint sound of the never-asleep city tangles with the mute electricity of the aftermath of their bravery.
Lisaā€™s bright eyes darken suddenly, urged by a rush of passionate love.
ā€œWe did that. And it went really, really wellā€.
Jennie smiles openly, her gums nicely on display. The tallest girl feels her heart growing three sizes against her chest. Her hands lock on her girlfriendā€™s waist, tugging, begging her to find a way to be even closer to her body, downing in affection.
The shortest girl does not disappoint. She moves to sit down on her lap.
ā€œBaby, we did itā€, she murmurs again, in a happy awe.
Lisa starts to giggle, and the soft sounds are mirrored by her lover.
ā€œYou were incredibleā€, she mumbles, then, locking her stare with her girlfriendā€™s once again. A strong feeling, an unspoken declaration moves through them, sparkling. With the corner of her eyes, unfocused as she favors the marvelous sight of her girlfriendā€™s face, Lisa can see the lights of their phones going off ā€“probably some messages from their friends and family- but the girls stay put in their delightful bubble, nevertheless.
ā€œSo did you, love. Can you believe it?ā€, Jennie begins, letting her feelings pour out, both soft and heavy in her words, ā€œNow they know that you are mine and Iā€™m yours.ā€
Lisa swoons.
Thatā€™s something theyā€™ve talked about. The need to be with each other freely, to shout out their hidden love at the top of their lungs, proud, shattering.
Lisa leans up for a deep, toe-curling kiss. When Jennie pulls out to draw in a happy breath, the tallest girl turns both their phones off.
The rest of their lives can wait. Right then, however, Jennie and Lisa are set to celebrate their thorough love in the way they like it the most.
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buffymilkovich Ā· 3 years ago
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Hey hey hey Kenny, guess what it's time for...my weekly swa rambling šŸ˜Œ Did ya miss me?? I'm going to *try* and be as comprehensible as possible bc this chapter was literally EVERYTHING. With every new update, I go, 'oh yeahh this is my new favorite one' šŸ˜­.
The cuteness overload in this chapter was āœØOUT OF THIS WORLDāœØ like My whipped ass misses you when you go to class and I'm just sitting there like yeah šŸ„ŗšŸ„°šŸ˜­
Also Nelkins šŸ„ŗšŸ„ŗšŸ„ŗ are they good now??
AND THE SUPRISE AHSJHDKS!!! I knew it was going to be Ian!! Just a few seconds ago before I read the scene I was like wouldn't it be really funny it was Ian as the surprise for mick AND IT WAS!!!
He was very well-adjusted and not at all a desperate, clingy boyfriend, thank you very much. - sure whatever u say mickey šŸ™„šŸ„°
Ian looked completely flummoxed as he stared at the gesture, and Mickey met his eyes, trying to wordlessly tell him not to react. - FUCKING BITCH UGH!! IAN YOU HAVE MY FULL PERMISSION TO DECK THAT ASSHOLE šŸ˜¤
COWABUNGA AND HOW'S IT HANGING BUCKEROO!! AJSGADKD I think in swa, the roles have reversed it's now Mickey 'play what cool' Milkovich šŸ¤­
THEY LOVE EACH OTHER YAY!! and the cookie!! GENIUS I want someone to say they love me through a cookie šŸ„ŗ
The ending had me fuming (great ending but Petrovich was just [redacted]), I just want mickey to live his best life possible with motherfucking Petrovich around.
p.s Ian's outfits in this fic are āœØamazingāœØlike I get how it could stop Mickey's heart šŸ˜Œ
Kenny and Ness (@lethargicmick) you guys are un-fucking-believable, in a good way obvs. And the fact that you give us a phenomenal chapter EVERY TIME is just šŸ˜µšŸ’« thank you so much!!! ā¤ā¤
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AAAAAJJJJJJJ MY BELOVED šŸ„°šŸ„°šŸ„°
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there has definitely been a development in the world of nelkins and you will find out about it when mickey does šŸ˜ŒšŸ˜ŒšŸ˜ŒšŸ˜ŒšŸ˜ŒšŸ˜ŒšŸ˜ŒšŸ˜ŒšŸ˜ŒšŸ˜ŒšŸ˜Œ #nospoilies
aj they love each other!!!!! theyā€™re so soft i will cry with you!!!
and yes petrobitch can suck all of our collective dicks, literally so true. cannot WAIT to tear that sonuvabitch down
all kudos for fic fits go to my girl @lethargicmick who always finds ones that literally make me go insane. swa ian and mickey are fashion icons itā€™s true šŸ•ŗ
AJ. THE WAY I ADORE YOU. your swa ramblings have me like this erry week:
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thank u for existing and for reading and for ur ramblings and for everything!!!! sending u so much love!!!!!
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gladiatortale Ā· 4 years ago
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My DEPRESSION BEATING, fandomĀ obsessing, shit-tastic FANTASTIC year in review!
TL;DR: Iā€™m fixing my mental health and figuring out WHO THE FUCK I AM one fandom filled day at a time! Thank you to everyone whoā€™s been there for me along the way. xoxo
whatā€™s up HEATHENS.
stating the goddamn obvious here, itā€™s been a HELLUVA YEAR. One emotional rollercoaster after another but weā€™re ALMOST DONE. I know things arenā€™t gonna magically get better the second it flips to 00:01 on January first, but Iā€™m excited to put this year behind me, and (SHOCKINGLY) a bit sad to see it go.
It was a year where the whole world completely stopped, we realized what is really important, what is really worth fighting for, and took a GODDAMN SECOND to just breathe.
For me personally, the year (which Iā€™m counting off from November 1st) started out UNBELIEVABLY SHIT. I had just been kicked out of the country I called home for the last four years (thank you Brexit), I had ZERO job prospects, my depression was the WORST it had ever been, and I just didnā€™t want to get out of bed in the morning. And in the beginning,Ā the pandemic felt like salt in the wound, an extra kick in the teeth to my early twenties that had alreadyĀ ā€œfailed to launch.ā€
But I tried to embrace the madness, really take advantage of the world (that I always thought moved to fast) properly slowing down, and take time to try and become myself again. I wanted to figure out what I loved and try and become a bit more like the person I was before my depression got so bad.
I often say I became that Manic Trash Planet Ladyā„¢ you see in sci-fi adventure films; a bit zany to say the least, with a million ideas and a very eclectic fashion sense, but embracing the insanity as it comes...
*cough cough* audrey, get to the goddamn point!
Right. lol.Ā THE POINT IS!Ā 
Iā€™m not 100%Ā ā€œhealedā€, Iā€™m not sure if I think depression is aĀ ā€œoh look youā€™re officiallyĀ cured! hooray!ā€ type of disease, but this year I let myself ENJOY SHIT for the first time in god knows how long. I still donā€™t knowĀ ā€œwHaT i WaNt To dO WiTh mY LiFeā€, but Iā€™ve got a better idea and Iā€™m heading in (what feels like) the right direction. And most of all, I can look back and say I am better than where I was a year ago.
So I wanted to say T H A N K Y O U to the mad lads on this website that introduced me to the fandoms, shows, movies, fics... THE SHIT that made me happy this year and were there to be one (BIG) piece in my healing journey.
AND SO, with out further rambling ADO! Here are the highlights of the year marked by my ridiculous hyper-fixations and OBSESSIONS. Thanks for putting up with me ya fiends, xoxox
November 2019Ā  The Arcana (Visual Novel)
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I had just gotten home and I was in a LOOOOOOW place. Randomly decided to download this app when it came up and it proceeded to ruin my life (and my bank account...) for pretty much the rest of the year. It was exactly what I needed to get me through a tough time and I was thoroughly, horse-blinders-up-to-the-rest-of-the-world, OBSESSED. These gorgeous magical fiends ruined me and all I could say was thank you.
Joined the fandom: November 2019 Obsession peaked: Late November Obsession faded: December 2019; I started a new job AND my bank statement came in and I realized I had accidentally spent over SIXTY BUCKS on this stupid app. No ragrets, but I definitely started to phase out at that point. Fandom friends: Velma, (@lanavxds on insta) miss you girlie xx Fanfics you NEED to read: ā€˜Second Mistakeā€™ by DeathBelle on AO3, because DAAAAAYUM SON. Favourite moments: Basically the whole of the Julian arc. That gangly himbo OWNED my ass for a month.
December 2019 Hazbin Hotel (TV Series)
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Yā€™ALL okay here me out. Am I proud of this one? No. Is the show crass as hell? OOOOOOOOHHHH YEAH. Did my angsty ass love it at the end of last year? DAMN STRAIGHT IT DID. Goes without saying, but this is NOT FOR EVERYBODY, but it definitely helped me along the way to becoming more comfortable with myself and being open about being the massive geek that I always was, and watching things I enjoy regardless of what people say about it.
Joined the fandom: December 2019 Obsession peaked: Shortly there after. Fandom friends: None. Dipped one toe in fandom discourse and then promptly YEETED the fuck outta there. Obsession faded: January 2019. Still curious to see the full series if A24 actually ever does produce the whole thing, but I have def moved away from it. Fanfics you NEED to read: Havenā€™t read any. Maybe Iā€™m a pussy baby piece-o-shit, but I DID NOT want to go down that rabbit hole, NO MAā€™AM. Favourite moments:
Discovering the Hunicast podcast. These guys are a riot and Ashley is a flustered GEM. Even if you donā€™t watch the show, go watch an episode of these fucking LADS just dicking about and your day will get better.
Watching the first episode with my partner and watching him realize his girlfriend is a total freak.
January 2020 Lore Olympus (Webtoon Comic)
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*Officially*Ā discovered this one thanksgiving weekend in 2019, but my Arcana phase was still raging pretty strong at that point so I didnā€™t really get in to it until later. EVERYBODY AND THEIR MOTHER NEEDS TO READ IT. It has everything and handles the reality sexual assault and itā€™s aftermath EXTREMELY well.
Joined the fandom: Late November 2019 Obsession peaked: January 2020 Fandom friends: KELLEY. MA GIRL XOXOXO Obsession faded: June-ish 2020. Iā€™m like 10 chapters behind now, but I still love this story so much. Fanfics you NEED to read: SO MANY ON MYĀ ā€˜MARKED FOR LATERā€™ LIST AAAAAH. I have to get to that... NEW YEARS RESOLUTION lol Favourite moments: Having a drunk conversation on New Years Eve in 2019 with one of my oldest friends from high school about how much she loved it too. Helped me see how popular fandom and fandoms, are especially after feeling like I needed to hide my enthusiasm through high school and uni. (THAT WAS A MISTAKE BUT Iā€™LL GET THERE IN A MINUTE).
February 2020 Versailles (TV Series)
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SO FUCKING GAY Yā€™ALL. Oh my god everyone in this show is so gay. Even when theyā€™re not they still are a little bit. AND BEST OF ALL!! itā€™s very historically accurate (except for the demon satanic nonsense in season 3, what was that???)
Joined the fandom: February 2020 Obsession peaked: Like??? The SECOND I finished episode one. Fandom friends: none... WHERE ARE ALL OF YOU??? Obsession faded: March 2020. It was a fast and passionate love affair, what can I say? Fanfics you NEED to read: IF YOU HAVE RECS, GIVEĀ ā€˜EM TO MEEEEE. Favourite moments:Ā 
Showing the first episode to a friend of mine and the *ungodly GASP* that came out of her throat was... PRICELESS.
The ENTIRE throuple(???) relationship between the Chevalier, Philipe, and Palatine. PLATONIC/ ROMANTIC LOVE G O A L S.
March 2020 Yuri!!! On Ice (TV Series)
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*deep breath* ...yā€™all knew this one was coming.
Was I ready for this show to ruin my fucking life? No.Ā  Am I so glad it happened??? FUCK YEAH.
NEVER IN MY LIFE have I fallen off the deep end so quickly with a fandom. HOLY SHIT. This blog didnā€™t have much of anĀ ā€œidentityā€ before, but I you said that this is a Yuri On Ice blog now I wouldnā€™t even be mad (nor could I really defend myself to the contrary... bc??? like??? just go LOOK at my archive). Craziest thing is I watched the first two episodes like?? a solid TWO YEARS ago, but I didnā€™t continue watching because I was just not in the right head space for all the love and silliness and positivity.
I could do a whole separate post about how much this show and how this fandom has changed my life (DONā€™T TEMPT ME I JUST MIGHT). But Iā€™ll stick with the highlights for now ;)
Joined the fandom: March 2020Ā  Obsession peaked: Has it peaked?? Went straight up and it still going lol Fandom friends: Sandra, my mentor, my queenĀ @aeriamamaduck, my fandom ride-or-die. Thank you for taking this internet bby under your wing. RACHEL @idancewiththefairies I TRAPPED YOU HERE. MUAHAHAHA xxx Obsession faded: ON GOING. CANā€™T STOP, WONā€™T STOP. Fanfics you NEED to read: jfc, SO MANY.
ā€˜Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Achesā€™ andĀ ā€˜Of Bright Stars and Burning Heartsā€™Ā by Reiya @kazliinā€‹ -- Rivals AU companion pieces. Longest fics Iā€™ve ever read and JESUS CHRIST these two fucking SENT ME. Most popular YOI fics on AO3 for a REASON.
ā€˜Tell Me Where Your Love Liesā€™ by @aeriamamaduck -- Royalty AU, trope-breaking ABO. Ah sweet, TMWYLL, how youā€™ve killed me over and over again. This BEAUTIFUL wip has SUCH amazing world-building idk where to start (Congrats on passing 50,000 hits!) EVERYONE GO READ IT.
ā€˜Blackbirdā€™ by sixpences -- WWII/Coldwar Spy Fic.Ā I donā€™t have enough words to describe how amazing this is. Itā€™s elevated to a higher plane beyond fanfic. Just go read it. Thank me later.
ā€˜Zankaā€™ by rinsled05 @dreaming-firefliesĀ -- The geisha fic that ruined me. *deep breath* AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH *gasp* Iā€™m fine. lol I sooooo not ready for this fic. Holy hell, Aoyagi had my heart in his hands from the first chapter.Ā ā€œā€™Pleaseā€™ [...] ā€˜Donā€™t give me hope.ā€™ā€œ FUUUUCK.
ā€˜Echoesā€™ by Reiya @kazliin -- Future fic. First fic I cried at... BOI. I was NOT ready for this. Shouldnā€™t be surprised given the author, but MAN. ā€œā€˜A love like that, a love like what they had together, it never leaves completely.ā€™ Yuri spoke again, eyes still staring out onto the ice, lost in memory. ā€˜There are always echoes.ā€™ā€ JUST FUCK ME UP.
Favourite moments: Oh good lord, where do I begin??
Having two (count ā€˜em TWO) main characters with mental health issues (Yuuri and his anxiety and Victor with burn out and depression) and NOT MAKING IT THE ONLY ASPECT OF THEIR PERSONALITY. CLAPS FOR KUBO AND YAMAMOTO!!
Everything about Yurio (ESPECIALLY HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH YUUKO AND HIS GRANDPA), that tsundere motherfucker is too pure for this world.
THE KISS. THE PROPOSAL. MY HEART WASNā€™T READY. AAAAAH!!
This fandom *properly* introducing me to smut on AO3...
Thinking I was going to get Rachel to like the show... NOT being prepared for her to fall off the deep end and START LIKING REAL SKATING TOO!!
Staying up waaaaaay too late waaaaaay too often to plan out plot points for TMWYLL with Sandra. Love ya dearie.
The warm fuzzy feeling I get every time I think about Victor and Yuuri.
April 2020 Bungou Stray Dogs (TV Series)
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I had a hunch I was gonna like this show considering ALL of the characters are based off of famous classic authors from around the world... what I was NOT prepared for was just HOW MUCH I was going to love it. HOLY SHIT. The art style? Love it. The plot?? Bonkers, but so fun. THE VOICE CAST??? AMAZING. Highly recommend to anyone who wants to get in to anime, great place to start.
Joined the fandom: April 2020 Obsession peaked: Probably this summer? But we have DEF plateaued in a VERY high place. Fandom friends: FIJI. MA BOIIIII @lil-1nsaneĀ  Obsession faded: Hasnā€™t. Hope it doesnā€™t Fanfics you NEED to read:Ā So so so many. The smut in this fandom is *chefā€™s kiss*, but here are a few...
ā€˜He Works Hard For the Moneyā€™ by CataclysmicEvent @cataclysmicevent2019ā€‹ -- Sugar Daddy AU. FUCK MAN. I was not expecting to like this one, but bloody hell. This fic grabbed me by the throat and WOULD NOT let me go. Praying for chapter 16! But the author is working on another STELLAR fic so Iā€™m okay for now.
ā€˜Everything or Nothingā€™ byĀ CataclysmicEvent @cataclysmicevent2019ā€‹ -- University AU. FUCK THIS FIC. Started reading it as I was waiting for HWHFTM to update and BOI, this fic ROCKS. The alternating POV fits so well with the enemies/idiots-to-lovers vibe. Solid 10 outta 10.
ā€˜The City Where Wind Blowsā€™ by @raven-reinā€‹ -- Cancer Death fic. *pained shriek* AAAAAAGUUUUUUUHHHH *gasp* aaaaaaAAAAAAHHHHHHHH, FUUUCCCCCCCCCKKKK MEEEEE. THIS FIC. Only the second fic Iā€™ve ever cried to but I BAWLED MY GODDAMN EYES OUT. FUUUUUUUCK. I was not ready, never would have been ready. This is so tremendously well done, it killed me so beautifully,Ā 
ā€˜Haunted by Hatredā€™ by DeathBelle -- Canon compliant Soukoku. It is a CRIME that DeathBelle doesnā€™t have more BSD fics on her page, but this one is still brilliant.
Favourite moments:
THE CHUUYA-DAZAI MAFIA REUNION TEAM UP WHEN THEY FIGHT LOVECRAFT. Ooof. BOI. We love it.
The first three episodes. Soooo many break neck plot twists.
Every insane hypothetical conversation with Fiji.
Every time Atsushi or Tanizaki is on screen bc I LOVE THESE LIL BEANS.
June 2020 Trash Taste (Podcast)
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Goddamn I love these chaotic lads so much.
As I became more and more comfortable with myself and my love for anime I stumbled upon these three goons, -- Joey, Connor, and Garnt, -- best known for there SUPER successful (mostly) anime YouTube channels. Even if you donā€™t watch anime, WATCH/LISTEN TO THIS PODCAST. The focus is mostly on their lives and the overall expat/immigrant experience, with a bit of anecdotal anime references sprinkled in.Ā 
This show is both wholesome and heathenous in equal measure, and after having lived abroad for a significant portion of my (admittedly still quite short) life, it was such a breath of fresh air to hear people talk so openly about how living outside your home country is both wonderful and terrifying. Theyā€™re wonderfully candid about the fact that even if you love a place dearly, no where is perfect, and you WILL hate somethings about your new home even if the majority of the experience is fantastic. I cannot rate this show highly enough.
Joined the fandom: June 5thĀ 2020, loved it from the first episode. Obsession peaked: July maybe? I was RELIGIOUS about watching the episodes as soon as they came out. Still watch every week, but lessĀ ā€œon time.ā€ Fandom friends: None :( but I have tricked my partner in to listening several times :) Obsession faded: Itā€™s dimmed from where it was, but still going strong. Fanfics you NEED to read: NONE. NEVER PLAN TO. Hard and fast rule, I donā€™t read fics about real people. Characters played by real people, even thatā€™s a maybe for me. But real-real people? FUCK NO. (some of my) Favourite moments:
Any time Garnt and Connor get into a big-brain-monkey-brain argument and Joey is just LOSING his GODDAMN MIND in the corner.
Bringing a retired Japanese porn star in the show for an honest conversation about consensual sex work and showing people can have more than one career in life.
Everything about the,Ā ā€˜Are Online Friends Real Friends?ā€™ episode. GO WATCH IT, itā€™s brilliant.
Garnt makingĀ ā€œchotto-THE-FUCKING-matteā€ an expression
August 2020 Great Pretender (TV Series)
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Spent most of the summer marinating in my BSD and YOI bubbles, until THIS BAD BOI came up on my Netflix recommendations. HOOOO BOI. This is some Anime Of The Year shit right here. Has a pretty original concept (Catch Me If You Can by way of Oceans 11-ish) but generally starts out like most other shounen (sans the super powers). AND THEN EPISODE FIVE HAPPENS. Not gonna spoil it but they TOOK THAT SHIT UP A NOTCH. Brilliant, even with a bit of an insane ending. GO WATCH THIS ONE.
Joined the fandom: August 2020 Obsession peaked: Pretty much as soon as I started watching it. Fandom friends: Whatā€™s up Fiji ;)Ā @lil-1nsane Obsession faded: Naturally faded, but so glad I watched Fanfics you NEED to read: None so far! Little scared about this one, heard mixed reviews, but maybe someday. Favourite moments:
Edamameā€™s ā€œmadness arcā€ at the end of season 2. HOOOO BOY.
Laurent getting fucking WRECKED when Edamame punches him mid way through season 2, kills me every time.
Introducing my partner to anime with this show.
October 2020 Attack on Titan (TV Series)
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RETURN OF THE KING. lol
In my quest to find an anime that I can watch with my partner, I turned on season 1 of this bad boi. Holy hell I forgot how much I loved this show, NO WONDER everyone lost their goddamn minds when this show first aired. I NEED to catch up before all the season four spoilers come to get me...
Joined the fandom: Winter 2016 Obsession peaked: Basically as soon as I started watching it. Fandom friends: None yet, but I know youā€™re out there... Obsession faded: 2017, JUST BEFORE SEASON TWO... I should have stuck around longer I know, but itā€™s slowly coming back. Reeeeeally need to catch up on seasons two, three, and four. Fanfics you NEED to read: GIVE ME YOUR RECS HEATHENS. Favourite moments:
Watching my partner FREAK OUT about Erenā€™sĀ ā€œdeath.ā€
EVERYTHING ABOUT POTATO GORL! lol
Getting in a conversation with a die hard fan after I hadnā€™t watched it in three yearsĀ and saying... ā€œWhoā€™s that blond bitch that cries all the time?ā€/Ā ā€œArmin?ā€/Ā ā€œTHATā€™S THE ONE!ā€
November 2020... kind of. Figure Skating (Sport)
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Okay this one is a bit hard to explain.Ā 
I have been a DIE HARD figure skating for A LOOOOOONG time. My grandmother got me a hat from the 2002 Olympics in Salt Lake City and I remember watching even then. But I first became consciously aware of different skaters, my faves, etc. from about 2010. I vividly remember watching Plushenko skating in 2014 while on a school trip to Hawaii, and my friends laughing at me as I yelled at the TV.
But I didnā€™t TRULY get involved in the fandom side of it until this year. I had all this knowledge bottled up, but didnā€™t have any skating friends to talk to... UNTIL NOW. Super ironic that this happened in a year with almost NO skating, but Iā€™ll take what I can get ;) Also did I stay up until FOUR-GODDAMN-THIRTY IN THE MORNING a few nights ago to stream Japanese Nationals on my phone??? YOU BET I DID.
Joined the fandom: Three times; 2002, 2010, and 2020. Obsession peaked: 2014? 2018? Idk it peaks any time someone does something amazing. Fandom friends: Rachel, my girlĀ @idancewiththefairiesā€‹, WHY DIDNā€™T I INTRODUCE YOU TO THIS SOONER??? Obsession faded: Hasnā€™t. Wonā€™t. lol Fanfics you NEED to read: NOPE. NONE. NOT GONNA HAPPEN. No fanfics about real people. Never gonna change that. (some of my) Favourite moments:
Tessa Virtue and Scott Moir doing THAT routine at the 2018 Olympics.
Rachelā€‹ sheepishly admitting to me that Shoma may have replaced Yuzu as her favourite, and me being SO DAMN PROUD of her for growing and developing her own skating opinions apart from me.
Yuzuā€™s 2012 ā€˜Romeo and Julietā€™ routine and Worlds. THE RAW FUCKING POWER OF THAT SKATE.
Plushenko, cheeky bastard, changing his 2014 Team Event routine AS IT WAS HAPPENING.
The worlds friendliest rivalry between Yuzu and Nathan.
Any thing the Shibutaniā€™s do, and all they do to break up the stereotype that all of Ice Dancing has to be rOmAnTiC and SeNsUaL to be good.
Watching my early faves become coaches and the D R A M A.
Honorable Mentions:
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Coco (Film): I watched this the weekend I came home and I owe this movie a lot. It is so sweet an heartwarming, and it a roundabout way it brought me back to Tumblr (needed somewhere to vent my feelings considering I watched the movie a solid THREE YEARS after it came out, Tumblr seemed like the place to go lol). Watched in again in 2020 and itā€™s just as amazing.
Jekyll and Hyde (All media): Loved this book from the first time I read it in my first year of uni. But in December 2019, my fandom understanding reached its PEAK. The musical?? The comic?? YOOOOOO.
Dear Evan Hansen (Musical): I have BARELY engaged in fandom discourse, but the MUSIC. She fucking SLAPS.
Sirius the Jaeger (TV Series): This show is such an underrated gem. It literally has so much; "deadā€ family drama? Eclectic international group of monster hunters? Cowboys and vampires?? Yes, yes, and YES. And the main character has the same Japanese voice actor as Atsushi from BSD!
Studio Ghilbi (Films): My love affair with Ghibli goes back to when I was about 5 and BEGGED my mom to take me to the library so we could rent Kikiā€™s Delivery Service on DVD. But that love has been FULLY rejuvenated this year when I went to the Ghibli Film Festival in New York City (ironically in the last week in February). If you havenā€™t seen them, go watch From Up On Poppy Hill, Whisper of the Heart, and The Wind Rises. Spoilers, youā€™re probably gonna cry.
If youā€™ve made it this far, THANK YOU FOR READING!Ā 
And thank you to all the amazing people that made my 2020 not so horrible. Good riddance 2020, donā€™t let the door hit you on the way out!
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okay I need your klance fic recs(i feel like you have really good taste)(i mean your icon is literally THE keith of course you have god tier taste)
okay so the thing is.. that when i say am kinda messed up and disgusting sometimes... and becoming a madwoman... am not over exaggerating or saying it in a funky way.. i actually am getting like that .. and that's how i got into the klance fandom initially. i project through lance and read really langsty fics.. and they are messed messed with like violent nsfw, gore, horror, serious mental health issues etc? so if u want those... i'll only send them if u want?
yeah tho i entered with this thingy that klance is gonna be like my guilty pleasure or some shit but them i inevitably fell in love with some GORGEOUS fanfictions out there and KEITH KOGANE in all shapes sizes genders and ages so lol...
but they aren't flowery. that's just not my taste. Some of them might be "problematic"? it's in quotes because i don't agree with it. it's not going to be problematic in plain ignorant sense like racial issues or blatant sexism or mental abuse.... but they might have like stuff which people dont always agree with like drugs. most of them would have nsfw it's just something that i need to have for feels and that's why i asked if u minded it. some things are like more subjective,, characterizations for example, cause like some people dont think keith is a skirt guy cause he isnt in fashion but i think he is petty and rebellious so he will defo do that? some of them would have like physical fights and stuff.. or keith and lance being mean to each other.. some ugly habits which aren't necessarily condemned like anger or drugs.? but with how i see it, it's not glorified, so i see them as human. i love the raw and ugly in these or idk its just human to me (but some people dont like which is completely valid cause we are all different from different environments and think different and resonate with different stuff.)
wait addition: i think some of them will have sexist themes? which i have complained about a lot before. i dont know why authors feel the need to somehow put women down to show how a mlm relationship without any women is superior or some shit it's annoying as fuck i hate it. i dont think i would have any especially sexist fics here, but there might be some with lowkey themes and bad handling of those issues. some of them mau have that subtext of disgusting heteronormative standards, but in subtext uk like bottom lance having a small waist and being giggly and all in contrast to big bulk keith.
here are some that i had bookmarked... but i may remember some more and then send them to u and or add them here...
a heads up.. i dont remember all of them very well. its been a while and i read fanfictions A LOT so yeah.. incase one slips up here which isnt very good am sorry dont judge me
the bold ones are the ones u should really check out if our taste is similar.
to begin with plain f l u f f,, my first klance bookmark was How Could I Say No? by Padfoots_Pawprint. tws for violence, bullying, injury BUT it's not actually gory or something like that it's just keith being keith and getting hurt and lance helping my boi like he should. it made me feeeeeeeel ksksk
this was one that kinda really touched me,, Wasted youth, Cryptids, and Waterboys by Baea THIS HAS EXPLICIT NSFW in it, the first chapter kicks off with it.. its a good fuck buddies to lovers in my opinion.. i love the writing style, the choice of how it's just a couple entries of random days in their lives. i love keith's characterization.. he is a hobo and a conspiracy nerd.. i love how down for him lance is, very dedicated. i love their growth.. i love how they help each other grow,, and it's so like real and usual day to day and human and down to earth idk how else to express it. this is INCOMPLETE. it's 12 chapters and discontinued as of now,, but it's not a deadly cliffhanger
similar in style and approach to the above. tho i think here is where it gets dubious. Easy, Tiger. by @/WhatTheBodyGraspsNot ... this is INCOMPLETE too and as of now discontinued. this has that sorta murky vibe with it's drug usage, them being teenagers in school and engaging in stuff like this, bad boy keith and all. this has nsfw too. i just remember really liking it and its very raw and unfiltered. tho it's incomplete it's not an open ending for now.
okay so i am restarting this but am upset as fuck that it all got deleted so i am gonna be lazy and not put as much effort as i did.
i have also Crowd Pleaser bookmarked by the same author,, this one's complete and it has some serious issues around gaslighting if i remember correctly... i really liked it then. keith is literally an angel here, i want to kidnap him and marry him literally. the s h w ee t e s t shit ,, and i like how lance gives him all the support and space to get his shit together
Drummer boy by klancekorner,, i think it's similar to the prev one, but lance's pov(which is what i prefer ngl). this authors fanfics are all just wholesome. i had put links to all their fics before, but imma now just say that u should go and check all their fics out. i have them all bookmarked, i must have seen something in them (can't remember what now tho and i cant be bothered to skim through them like last time *rolls eyes*)
War of hearts? idk why honestly, just ik keira has made me gay, and lesbian rejection angst? garrison? yes :) it's incomplete, conveniently left at the point where lance's heart is broken lol
Fuck buddies with benefits. THE NAME IS BAD I KNOW but i just love the idea of a dedicated mess of a keith and lance taking care of him. that's it that's the fic if i remember correctly. oh wait yeah u might think keith is not treating lance right, but i think it's fine if lance is treated a bit stupid. this is a bit too sex driven tho i dont like it but just SLEEPDEPRIVED KEITH TO TAKE CARE OF IMMA SIGN UP (ik this maybe coming off toxic but lol look at me)
Rambling: THIS WAS ME.
Last Defense: TW SUICIDE this is literally the langst i have for canon lance
I want something else: bad boy keith can break my limbs and cut my face and i will thank him
A thank you would be nice: keira damn
game-set-match: b a d b o y
I swear to go the devil made me do it: my typically fav trop, hardcore pining lance, literally perfect angsty keith. very similar to the top ones ig? idk also this one is one of my comparatively recent sane bookmarks so that's something. it starts off weird, u think it gon be subtly sexist but it turns out better so hold on
you've got me locked up: i think it's delinquent keith,, its floofy
Dad lance and tattoo artist keith: the name says it
damn while going through my bookmarks i realized that there are a lot of things i never bookmarked? i am pretty sure i loved a lot of long fanfictions, flower shop aus and tattoo artists shit wtf-
wait here's one, it's not complete: Blood jumps in the sun: it's very heavy has a lot of growth and kinda wholesome,, tags and summary will give u an idea what u getting in.
The lessons we learned: can't remember much other than florist keith, sad keith, smart keith, really long, pining
damn i think i have a lot of happy ones i didn't bookmark cause my brain was like u dont deserve the serotonin :( i'll add if i have more)
some actually angsty, detailed nsfw and messy (according to the way u interpret these) ones... lemoninagin.. they have some very detailed and explicit nsfw stuff but i am not there for it. some of it has the kind of angst i like? an actual one that i love and they recently posted and the reason am putting them here is infinitesimal. best friends to lovers and tho usually it's not my cup of tea.. it's a character study, an interpretation of klance in a modern world i dare say,, which is very similar to mine. the thing about them is that i like their characterization a lot, and in no love in this, i like what kind of background stories they give to klance in their aus. i haven't read many by them, so if u want u can check them out.
i just realized i have put some lowkey sad/fucked fics here... i did remove 5 rn... i hope its all good damn why am i doing this i feel like am putting myself naked out there when i recommend my favs
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