#thanks for the ask but you broke my heart gdi

[specific-dreamer]

darry. darry oughhhh. angst

i am not having coherent darry thoughts right now but maybe my thoughts are ever so slightly decipherable

first love/late spring. UGH. god hbggbfbgngngngnhnhg

“and i was so young, when i behaved 25 / yet now i find i’ve grown into a tall child”

darry in his thirties finding himself falling apart. like a can of soda that’s been rolling around in a car finally exploding.

oh baby. and i dont wanna go home yet / please hurry leave me i cant breathe woah baby

darry not wanting to go home yet because the house is empty. most of the gang is still in town sure but no one's dependent on him anymore. every one that wanted out got out just like he wanted but now what? he's so used to do things for others he's forgotten himself and now in his thirties he not quite sure how to enjoy this downtime. hes not sure what he even likes to do anymore what are his hobbies? does he like reading or did he like reading bc pony did and that was how they bonded? does he actually like playing ball or was that just a phony attempt at getting back to his past life?

just thirty year old darry terrified out of his mind and having a crisis because he finally has the time to figure out who he is as his own person.

[baeshijima]

hi yes sO !! im broken. devastated. sobbing tears. hating MY life. 

why? bc uNUSUAL LOVE ARTEM IS NOT REAL AND ONLY EXISTS THROUGH MY SCREEN [insert !! emoji]

this card .

THIS CARD !!! has me on my knees and wishing i could spend money on games when it was out during sott :/

the moments where both of these cgs occur has me in a chokehold where i’m just a crying and sputtering mess bc words don’t exist. emotions are a lie. i don’t know what’s real anymore.

ik it’s out officially from the top-up event and stuff, but i enjoy this creator’s videos and tls (plus the audio is s-cn, which is what i use ;w;) so if u don’t have the card and would like to read/watch it, then u can use this link here ^^

i’ll be talking abt the card story & video call w/ pictures UTC so ignore for spoilers !!

"Never apologize when it's between you and I." 

okay. do u WANT me to cry again? bc i can and will and already am just going back over the transcripts gdi.

the fact this is back when they first started out as partners.... and they had to . act as husband and wife . and celestine was coaching them on how to act like a married couple . mrs. wing .

...

dhmu i’m literally in an unrequited, one-sided pining trope with them . #real

[ in context for rosa trying on jewellery for their mission with the client ]

artem: give it a try, baby.

sir. sIR. AAAAAAAA [falls to the floor and never gets up] i personally don’t like the terms “babe” or “baby” but artem using it seems so out of place that it makes me love him for it bc of the script celestine probably made them recite 😭

artem: then might as well buy them all. it's rare that they all match you so well. [artem speaks as he signals the service assistant to take out the necklaces of other colors, then asked again.] // is there a matching earring with this necklace? [artem looked at the design of the earrings and nodded slightly, then swiped his card right away.]

rosa’s thoughts: we've only been shopping for an hour, and I'm already incapable to calculate the amount that artem has swiped.

literally in tears for the nth time. artem is loaded and doesn’t hesitate to swipe his card for her 😭 he even went past what he was originally supposed to spendhfjgl <///3

his lil pout :((( when rosa told him she was going to return all the stuff he bought since it was for an act :(((( sobbing :’((((

[The sales assistants from the accessory shops are still the best to handle, the staff from the shoes and clothing areas have all put on a very "understanding" expression with the assumptions that I have gotten pregnant... The staff have all earnestly exhorted Artem and I to come back for new items 10 months later, I can't wait to disappear right away...]

THIS IS WHAT THE SALES ASSISSTANTS THOUGHT WHEN THEY RETURNED THE JEWELLERY 😭😭 I CANT WITH THIS GAME </////3

darius: the seller was worried that he'd be in trouble, then found a bottle to pour water and gave it to Luo Luo, and lodged a police report. // thank goodness... [Darius looked at Artem that has his hair and face drenched, and sighed lightly.]

i’m so.... so..... sobs. it’s the fact he jumped in front of her so that he would get hit instead, when the chances of it actually being sulfuric acid was there. i hate him sm /affectionate bc he makes me cri w/ his self-sacrificing behaviour :brokenheart:

anywho moving onto the lighter moments bc i don’t have the heart to talk abt their lil moment bc that fucking broke me into tiny shards of sophie and i don’t want to relive that experience :D

sobbing. tears are being sobbed. i’m a clown. i live in a circus day in, day out. life has no meaning when mc put on this adorable plaster on artem’s injury. gonna cry again goodbye :’D

artem: why are you at this again? we are partners, when it’s between us, there’s no need to say sorry.

SCREAMS HES SOODJFFFFFFKFSNFSDL <333

aND THE WAY HE TRIED TO COVER UP THE FACT HE BOUGHT ROSA A GIFT (the pair of earrings she really wanted to buy on her own later on) BY SAYING HE AND CELESTINE AGREED TO AS COMPENSATION FOR THE SITUATION 😭😭😭 AND WHEN CELESTINE HAD TO PLAY ALONG AFTER ROSA RAN INTO HER OUTSIDE HIS OFFICE 🤧 stop he’s so ugHJDFJLF <//3

artem: even if it’s a tiniest probability, i will not let you face danger. don’t be afraid. // me? if it were for me, i would make the same choice all over again. i’d still make the same decision.

sophie, sniffling with tears running down her cheeks: i lov u TヘT

[chalkrevelations]

So, Bad Buddy Ep 2, Part 3/4, and I have a lot of feelings about this one – I mean A LOT of feelings – so it took me longer than it would have if it was a simple romp. And a lot more words.

Due diligence, of course: I’ve watched through to the end of the show, and this may contain spoilers for the entire thing, so if you want to watch it unspoiled, circle the block and come back when you’ve finished watching all of the episodes.

Open on Pat and Pran on the rooftop, where we left them at the end of Part 2.2, only now they’re leaning against the wall beside each other, contemplating how to deal with the clusterfuck they’ve – once again – managed to create. They’ve not only got all of the baggage of their family feud weighing them down, but we’ve got a visual emphasis of the bad blood between their faculties, with Pran in a faded red T-shirt and Pat in one of his print shirts that’s colorful but definitely has blue as its base, plus a faded blue T-shirt underneath. (You might even say they’re all wrapped up in this disagreement, and they need to get these clothes off to get past it. I’m just saying.) Pran holds out the sticky note that invited him to the rooftop in the first place, Pat snatches it away and makes some cranky comment about how his love story with the Green Tea Girl (who you made up in your own head, dumbass) is ruined, and knowing what I know now, I cackle, because buddy, you’re going to be ruined all right. You have no idea. Pran’s going to eat way more than your salad. ANYWAY, they then proceed to smack-talk back and forth, and Pran mockingly asks if Pat still wants to see the moon with him (my dude, you have no idea what’s coming down the track like a freight train …). Pat scoffs. Pran looks away and shakes his head and gives this little laugh that’s disbelieving, like, of course this asshole is making his life difficult again, why would he expect anything different (his mom warned him about this guy, right? I mean, this guy in particular, but also, that’s what moms do, is warn you about Those Guys, and as we’ve seen – and will continue to see in this episode - Pat and his Engineering bros are definitely Those Guys), and it’s maybe a little bitter, and it makes me think – despite how much this scene is overall played for laughs - what this must be like, to discover that your secret admirer, who you just took a huge emotional chance on, is actually the guy you had a crush on in high school, maybe qualifies as your First Love, and you’ve started developing some kind of feelings for him again, and now he looks at you and only seems to think of this as all a big mistake once he realizes that it’s you. Thanks for stabbing me in the heart again, Nanon. Pat wants to know what Pran is laughing about. Of course, Pran doesn’t say any of that stuff I just talked about, Pran (again mockingly, because watch those spikes come out when he’s on the defensive) asks him if this means Pran just broke Pat’s heart (because wouldn’t it be nice if Pat was the heartbroken one this time. Not only would it mean that Pran’s not the heartbroken one – he’s not, gdi – but it would show that Pat cared enough to be heartbroken. HOLD THAT THOUGHT). After some more smack-talk, Pat says fine, he’s the heartbroken one – he’s joking, but keep that in mind, because this is a theme that will come up repeatedly later on in the show, Pat agreeing to be the heartbroken one, both as subterfuge and in reality. Pran also calls Pat “Mr. Dumpling,” like this will stop me from referring to Pran, himself, as dumpling for the rest of the show. Nice try, my dude dumpling.

At this point, Pat shifts the balance of power firmly back into his court by asking what Pran was doing here, anyway, because NOW we’re back to Pran’s weak spot – and I don’t think this is set up as homophobic in any way, but Pat undeniably was expecting a girl, while Pran knew he was meeting a guy, and this is one more way that Pran is not who Pat (apparently) wants. It’s not belabored, but it’s there: The person you want doesn’t want you. The person you’ve spent some stupid futile amount of time pining after, even when your mom warned you that he was a cad. So at this point, Pran just looks uncomfortable and walks away. Pat gives the bag of whatever surprise he brought – probably something to feed to Green Tea Girl – to Random Girl on the Phone and also leaves. Tiny thing to remember at this point: Pat’s got the sticky note inviting Green Tea Girl Pran up to the roof. Remember that.

Cut to … oh, fuck me. At the bar. This is one of the most horrible sequences in the show, and it enrages me every time I watch it. I mean, I think it’s well done – well done enough that I want to be able to reach into the screen and punch each and every one of the Engineering guys in the face by the time it’s over, so it’s certainly effective, but also well done enough that it makes me viscerally uncomfortable and angry every time. I think the show is very good at building an emotional reaction in its viewers – it hits a sweet spot of writing and directing and acting in several places that just reach out and grab you and shake you, and most of those scenes are cathartic in some way, either the high of the rooftop scene, or the tragedy of the rooftop scene (which is which, take your pick), and I spend bits of the show literally grinning like a fool or making soft little wounded noises out loud. But this is one of those writing/directing/acting sweet spots with no catharsis, no release, it’s just … enraging, and what it really does is make me understand how pent up and frustrated Wai has to be at the points when he lashes out. I literally have to pause this scene and get up and pace around to burn off some of the reaction to it at least once, then go back to it, and I think to myself, ok, this is how Wai feels. This scene will continue to inform every bit of my reaction to him throughout the rest of the show, including when he does What He Does. I’m going to have a ton of sympathy and empathy for him, even as I recognize his bad decisions, I think that’s a big part of what this scene is there for, and it works on me. Pat, your friends are awful. YOU are awful, as we’ll see in a minute as you laugh your way through what’s about to happen, and I have to wonder if I and everyone else would have hated Pat more at this point in the show if not for the fact of Ohm Pawat, who can’t seem to help radiating the energy of a charming ball of sunshine intercut with moments of ridiculous chemistry with anyone in his vicinity, plus various inanimate objects, including the camera, even when Pat is being the Actual Worst.

Anyway, Pat, Korn, and the secondary backup Engineering hobbits are drinking, everyone other than Pat is getting sloppy, and they’re going to be ugly drunks. Pat’s kicked back in his chair, looking down about life, because Green Tea Girl has turned out to be a figment of his imagination, and he doesn’t want to talk about it when the others ask, he just encourages them to help him drink some more. They’re gonna’ need more drinks. Mo says something; Korn – who’s sitting beside him – looks over at him, has his attention snagged by something over his shoulder, and there’s this nice (for certain values of the word “nice”) split-second from Drake Laedeke when you can see Korn’s face change as he zeroes in on … Cut to Wai, who’s apparently a server at the bar and is clearing dirty glasses at a table across the room. We’re focusing in on him as unsuspecting prey – we’re looking at him without his knowledge, he doesn’t look toward the camera, which is Korn’s POV at this moment, and he has no idea what’s about to hit him. (So, par for the course, because Korn spent the last episode trying to punch him in the face out of nowhere.) Korn looks back at the rest of Engineering and says, I found someone who can entertain our friend (i.e., Pat), and I … kind of have to wonder what fandom response would be if this comment was made about a female server in a similar situation, because I feel like the awfulness of what’s coming has a tendency to disappear down the memory hole, despite how predatory and degrading it is and what a gross display of power dynamics we’re about to witness. If it was overtly sexual or gendered, would it have had more impact? Anyway, let’s review here: Engineering and Architecture have a historic rivalry. During a televised soccer game at a bar, Wai gave Engineering the finger. In response, they chased him down seven-to-one and cornered him in an alley. That was the first of three times we’ve seen Korn, personally, try to kick the shit out of him. One of those times, they accidentally attacked Pran, before he was rescued by Pat. The last time, Korn punched Wai out of nowhere, literally immediately after Wai apologized for his rude gesture, during a truce that had been negotiated by their class presidents, starting a free-for-all brawl. Also, let’s don’t forget, the negotiated truce was Pran’s idea in the first place, because Pat’s idea was for Pran to stop protecting Wai and let Engineering kick the shit out of him to salve Pat’s wounded manly pride. I just want my receipts in order, because it looks like Engineering is responsible for 98 percent of the bullshit that goes down, including repeated aggravated assaults, and Pat, Korn, and their friends are terrible. I don’t mean that affectionately, here, like I so often do – from what we’ve seen so far, they’re legitimately awful, the kind of bullies who make life miserable for other people on the regular, and they’re currently pre-meditating more terrible, predatory behavior.

Also, Korn’s weird fixation is showing. You need to put that away and zip up, bro.

When Korn points out Wai to the other Engineering guys, Chang does what we’re coming to see is a habit of grubbing for woke points by wanting to know if Korn is bullying Wai (and he actually looks like he’s serious, which, yes? That’s what you’ve all been doing so far?), but the minute he’s challenged - in this case by Mo wanting to know if Chang is going to stop what’s about to happen – he flips on a dime and says no, he’s supporting Korn all the way! I don’t know whether you’re a coward with no backbone or if you have so little impulse control that you just do what feels good in the moment, dude – which of those assholes do you want to be? Unfortunately for Wai, a co-worker asks him to take Engineering’s drinks to them, so there’s no way to get out of the flaming garbage fire that this speeding train is headed for. You can look at Wai’s face and tell that he just wants to get through this thing like a normal professional transaction, like you should allowed to do AT YOUR JOB (which, as an aside, none of these other assholes seem to have, so there’s maybe a bit of classism informing what’s going on here, too). Korn mockingly thanks Wai for their drinks, Mo basically tells him that he’d be so much prettier if he smiled (again, I think this would be a more obvious Thing if Wai was female, and it provides an undercurrent to the interaction that I don’t think is accidental) and all the Engineering guys are super amused and laughing like the worst drunk douchebros you’ve ever had to serve drinks to, who you KNOW are going to stiff you anyway. Even Pat is laughing at this point, so hey, I guess Korn was right, he did find a way to entertain Pat. (I literally cringed while typing that, jsyk.) Wai is still trying to salvage this situation, so that he can keep his job, which he probably relies on to, you know, LIVE, and asks them if they need anything else. Korn waves around the not-empty ice bucket and hands it to Mo, who drops it all over the floor, forcing Wai to get down on his knees and clean it up. They’re all laughing and jeering at him, directing him to “clean it up nicely” while he’s down there at their feet, while Chang is standing up by now, filming all this BS on his phone. When Wai finally stands up and goes to walk away, Mo trips him, knocking him back down on the floor as everything he’s carrying goes flying everywhere. This is where Korn starts egging on Wai to hit both Korn and Mo. Pat’s still laughing, Chang’s still filming, and Wai is totally locked down at this point as he walks away.

Cut to the next day in Pran’s room, where Wai is talking about this to Pran and the secondary backup Architecture hobbits, about his frustrations and how much he wants to beat them all up, which, I feel you, my guy. I want to punch something right now, just recovering from writing out my reaction to all that. I do think this scene does some disservice to the previous scene, undercutting the impact of it, as Pran is really our POV character, as well as our protagonist, at this point in the show, and he tells Wai that sure, yes, that sounds awful, and I’m angry for you, but you can’t just keep going on about it. (WHY NOT, actually? I’m not even on your side, right this minute, Pran). Wai tells him he needs to get this off his chest, and Pran encourages Louis to listen to him as Pran himself checks his text messages to discover Pat and Engineering are on their way to Pat’s room. As if he can foretell the future, Pran responds that that’s a terrible idea, because his friends are already over. Pat tries to turn his own guys around, but that would mean they’d miss the chance to continue being The Actual Worst Ever, harassing the “girl” across the hall from Pat by beating on her door and yelling at her to come out, like a pack of randos. I can tell every single one of you has never spent 10 minutes with a girl in your lives, you assholes. No chick in her right mind is going to open that door unless she’s got a shotgun in her hands. Korn has the audacity to tell Pat that he’s helping, proving that he’s never had any interaction with a female person, ever. Inside, everyone’s like, wth is happening out there? Safe thinks that something doesn’t feel right. Wai is all for opening the door, because I mean, he does have some pent-up frustration to release. Pran not only tells Wai no, but physically blocks him from the door, and to be fair, Pran knows who’s on the other side of that door, he knows how angry Wai is about last night, he knows what will happen if Wai opens the door on this hot mess, and that it will end up in a New York minute (somebody’s going to emergency, somebody’s going to jail), now that Wai doesn’t have to worry about losing his job. Pat finally stops cringing in embarrassment at his friends’ behavior long enough to yell at them and tell them that it’s a guy. They look baffled, and then Chang smacks Korn upside the head again and tells him off for his “toxic” behavior, because I guess a guy shouldn’t be sexually harassed, only girls? Mmhmm. Chang goes on about how Korn needs to learn to respect people’s privacy, and listen. Let me be clear. Drake could not look more adorable as he stands there literally holding his head in both hands looking like a puppy that’s been flicked in the nose. I will admit that. Korn protests the unfairness - since Chang was involved, too - and well, Korn, I guess your friends are hypocrites as well as being not very nice guys. Pat just wants to go already and herds them out. Inside, Wai seems to have figured something out, as he grins, shakes his head and literally chucks Pran under the chin like he’s a five-year-old while telling him, “Hello, gorgeous.” They all want to know if that was the guy who hit on him, and Pran admits that it was but he absolutely doesn’t want to talk about it, at all, and tells them they can work on their song or leave.

Cut to what I guess is later that night, when everyone’s back to their respective domiciles, and we see Pran practically fling himself out of his room into the hallway, clearly pissed off. He’s like a disgruntled puppy. It’s adorable - if I was Wai, I’d chuck him under the chin, too. He texts “My friends left” and then just stands in the hallway and waits. He is hot, and I don’t mean attractive. He’s spoiling for a fight, which he must have kept tamped down and under wraps all afternoon. Pat comes out of his own door, completely unsuspecting of the thresher he’s about to walk right into. Pran thinks they need to talk. Pat does too, and gestures for Pran to come into his room. Pran balks, eyeing him suspiciously, so Pat’s perfectly happy to go into Pran’s room. Only, oh hell no, Pran’s got a door now, not just some curtains, and Pat is not invited into the sanctum sanctorum. (REMEMBER THAT.) So, they do go into Pat’s room, and I think it’s interesting that, as Pran wants to know what’s wrong with Pat’s friends, we’re getting a look at Pat’s room decorated in posters that say things like “Engineer: I’m not arguing. I’m just explaining why I’m right” and “I’m an engineer. What’s your superpower?” I’ll tell you what Pran’s superpower is: Being the least bit polite to other people, you jerk. Pat says he’s sorry but then immediately goes on the defensive, wanting to know why Pran’s friends hafta’, you know, actually come and visit him? Pran responds that at least his friends aren’t rude assholes (that’s a paraphrase, but it’s what he means, I can look at his face and tell). They both agree that something has to be done, but Pran has no idea what and says that they’re going to “get caught” at some point. I know ZERO Thai, and I’d certainly be interested to know how nuanced this translation is, because I find it very interesting that this is how Pran has this framed in his head, “getting caught.” Caught doing what? Collaborating to keep your friends apart so they don’t interact? If your plans don’t work out, you’re not going to “get caught,” you’re going to have another brawl on your hands, so what, EXACTLY, are you going to GET CAUGHT doing with Pat, Pran? Pran continues that things don’t end well when he’s close (lit. and fig.?) to Pat, and Pat tells him that he’s right, that it was so peaceful when it was just him, i.e. with Pran gone. Pran is incredulous, as one would be, when you’ve just been told how great it was when you were ripped away from your home, school, all your friends, the entire life you had, oh, and your guitar, because it made someone else’s life easier. He accuses Pat of saying he (Pran) is bad luck, and Pat is baffled, because when did he say that? Which yeah, that’s kind of a skewed interpretation of what Pat said, from a guy who’s clearly looking for a fight, but also, Pat. Oh, Pat. You have no idea of the kind of neuroses Pran’s carrying around from having all that happen to him, and it shows, and one of the problems you’re working against right now is that this is possibly the episode when I am LEAST likely to extend you any grace, so I’m kind of watching in breathless anticipation for you to get your ears pinned back. Pran accuses Pat of saying that he (Pran) caused difficulties, Pat continues to be baffled, and they’re off, back and forth, sniping at each other, and I cannot emphasize how much I LOVE THIS SCENE at this point, for two reasons: 1) Because this is clearly an argument that’s happening in the aftermath of a breakup, with Pran incensed that Pat just said he was doing fine without him and 2) this is one of those cathartic sweet spots, where every verbal hit hurts but feels good at the same time. There’s this weird satisfaction to the scene, like poking a bruise. Repeatedly. Meta-textually, I have to wonder if part of the reason it’s so satisfying is because I’m finally getting at least some of the fight that I’ve been spoiling for since the bar, which leaves me with two things: 1) The show is giving me the release I need for the frustration it built up earlier. This is, dare I say, a climax, in more ways than one. 2) In another way, I guess this makes me Wai in this scenario, taking out my frustrations on Pat and Pran. How can I fault him when I’m apparently doing it, myself? Anyway, I’m willing to burn incense to the bl gods that they got Ohm and Nanon for this show, because their interaction is on point here.

It is, unfortunately, interrupted by a knock on the door, which turns out to be Pat’s dad (THIS GUY OMG), and … scene.

Coming up in Part 2.4: Wacky hijinks as Pat literally tries to hide Pran in his closet before opening the door to his dad, and Pran literally refuses to get in the closet.

[muwur]

long distance headcanons

✧ hc’s ✧ for daichi, suga, hinata & tsukki

❧ gn reader

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a/n: hello yall this is my first post! nobody asked, but i just started this haikyuu reader insert blog, feel free to check my page n see wazzap. also requests are open pls come fhorfjepfiwf;

daichi

✧ after high school, he stayed in miyagi while you went to tokyo, about 5 hours away, for college

✧ texting or calling whenever u can!

✧ you be like “heyyy”

✧ then he clap back with a “go focus on your lecture”

✧ “im not in lectureee”

✧ “you gave me your schedule so i know you’re in the middle of class”

✧ “...”

✧ makes sure you’re awake on time for your classes and calls you if he thinks you’re oversleeping (and hes usually right, this man just KNOWS)

✧ “morning y/n, i think you need to get to class soon”

✧ “mmrghhhghhh” *checks time* “holy sHI-- i forgot to set my alarm. IMMA BE LATE. THANKS DAICHI I LOVE YOU ILL TALK TO YOU LATER BYE”

✧ definitely skips out on some nights out with his friends to video chat you. you catch up, talk about future plans, reminisce, complain about not being able to hug one another, etc. occasionally one of you falls asleep on call, particularly after a long day or week. if he sleeps, you make sure you screenshot his sleeping face and start a picture collection  

✧ you hit him up when you get drunk lMAO

✧ “daiichiii, i miss youuu, i needdd youuuu AND i needa peeee---” “hey daichi, this is y/n’s friend. y/n’s pretty out of it now but they’ll be okay! we’re heading back to our place right now” “im gonna pEE IN THIS CAR”

✧ daichi coordinates with your friends to make sure you arrive home safely, use the bathroom, and get tucked into bed. he thanks the universe you have good friends. if it weren’t for them he’d probs have a heart attacc. sends you cute, reassuring voice messages for you to wake up to the next morning with hangover tips he learned from suga

✧ always checks in with you throughout the day, every day. able to pick up on the slightest hints if you’re feeling unwell and calls you immediately to try to make you feel better

✧ makes plans to visit you! you get really excited to introduce him to your college friends (who, after meeting him, tell you not only is he a hottie but is such a kind guy, fosho a keeper. they also ask if he has any cute friends)

✧ either holding your hand or has an arm around you most of the time.

✧ you spend all day together outside and wandering the city, then spend the night back at your place (sorry roommate, but we’re gonna have to kick you out for a lil bit--)    

sugawara

✧ you finally secured a job! unfortunately, the company required you to work for a year at their main facility, which was a 4 hour drive away from miyagi

✧ if suga wasn’t needed in miyagi for his teaching job, he would’ve tried to come with you

✧ after unloading your things in your new apartment and before parting ways, suga was like

✧ “everything’s unloaded everything from the car?”

✧ “yes maam”

✧ “do you have enough snacks?”

✧ “we just went to the grocery hun”

✧ “did you bring enough underwear?”

✧ “gDI yEs I dID”

✧ “:c promise to call me often”

✧ “<3333 of course”</p>

✧ good morning texts before y’all leave for work! you send each other cute pictures when you’re getting ready for the day (suga with bedhead, brushing his teeth? suga with his tie half done?? sign me up)

✧ always texts you when something reminds him of you, usually sends a picture along with it

✧ “the store was having a special on oranges today! this one reminds me of you”

✧ “why”

✧ “it just looks so cute~”

✧ will immediately call you if you send him any sort of message that worries him

-“hello? y/n what’s wrong, why is there blood?? speak to me, you haven’t replied in 5 minutes”

✧ “ohhh my bad, i’m just cleaning up don’t worry! i didn’t explain, but the picture i sent you isn’t blood, it’s ketchup i spilled on myself lolol”

✧ poor man nearly fainted from worry

✧ would pay you a surprise visit, making sure to plan it carefully so he knew you weren’t busy with work or plans. brings you gifts of your favorite snacks and a scarf that matches one of his own for the upcoming winter

✧ plans out that weekend for y’all, mans did his research beforehand. together, you toured the city and the surrounding nature, took lots of selfies (and many candids of you), and taste tested lots of foods before returning to your apartment and collapsing into your bed with exhaustion

✧ but y’all not too tired for cuddling n a lil something else >.>

hinata

✧ sure, being a couple hours away was hard for some... but y’all in different countries right now

✧ calls you immediately when there’s any inconvenience that occurs in his life, no matter how minor, thinking you’ll know how to fix it (or at least give him the reassurance he needs)

✧ “hey y/n...”

✧ “what’s wrong? you sound worried”

✧ “i broke my bike, what do i do”

✧ “you what? are you alright?? how? where are you? it’s midnight there, honey”

✧ “i was biking back to my apartment after staying late to practice! i didn’t wanna hit this turtle, so i swerved into a pole and now my bike’s wrecked :**”

✧ “ahh, are you okay?? you’re not hurt are you :(”

✧ “no, im okay... but im tired and i have two miles to go ;(((”

✧ “;( im sorry babe but you gotta walk home. we’ll get you a new bike. ill stay on the phone with you until you get back. tell me about your day <3″</p>

✧ talks about you all the time to his friends! introduces you through video chat to them! “look how pretty and cute y/n is!”

✧ together you work out your time differences and busy schedules so you can chat whenever possible

✧ he lets you know whenever he bought something for you, but never shows it to you because he’s excited to see your reaction in person when you reunite

✧ always asks you to send him pictures of yourself, he wants to see what you look like everyday he’s missing you in real life

✧ you surprise visit HIM. he’s so happy he could cry. shows you around every place he loves, shows you off to everyone he knows, holds your hand the entire time and never wants to let go, is practically glued to you not that you mind  

✧ you spend your last night together lying in the grass, hand in hand, looking at the stars and sharing sweet kisses  

tsukishima

✧ y’all went to separate universities. while he stayed relatively close to miyagi, you went across the country to okinawa, which was about a 3 hour flight away

✧ he sees all the couples around campus n becomes lowkey bitter, texts you immediately about gross pda like hand holding that he secretly wishes he could do with you “these people in relationships are too happy, i didn’t ask to see them gawk at each other all day” “u just miss me lmao”

✧ once overheard a convo on a shuttle at school that went like :

✧ person 1: “ugh, he’s so cute”

✧ person 2: “why dont you go out with him??”

✧ person 1: “i dunno, his dorm’s down the street, i can’t really do long distance”

✧ nANI (by the way, this is a irl conversation my friend overheard, oml)

✧ tsukki nearly choked on his morning coffee

✧ bothers texts you in class bc he’s bored and in need of your attention

✧ “hey tsukki this prof’s lectures are rlly dense, i needa focus, ill text u after”

✧ “but arent i more interesting than rocks”

✧ “trust me, id even rather watch some dino documentaries with you than be here”

✧ *read*

✧ likes to chat with you most nights as he lies in bed before going to sleep, staring up at the dark ceiling and listening to your voice through his headphones. usually just talking about how your days went (as if you weren’t texting all day) or just casual talk and banter

✧ you remind him to make sure he’s taking care of himself and eating well

✧ “who are you? my mother?”

✧ “no but you’re about to be single”

✧ surprise visits you, tells you it was yamaguchi’s idea when it was really his own and yamaguchi was just teasing him about it  

✧ you show him around the city, sharing what you know about its rich history and culture. you visit most areas you both wanted to see before calling it a day

✧ your roommate conveniently spends that night over at their friend’s they just wanna give you alone time, which y’all very much needed. you make it a note to repay your roommate somehow.

✧ sweet lovin that he’s been missing, then some spooning as you sleep    

a/n: just wanna tackle these about 4 characters at a time but if u wanna see this headcanon w/ other characters feel free to hmu w/ an ask <3<b> also sorry if i text type a lot and that im inconsistent with my apostrophes, let me know if that’s something you want me to fix! 

[ethelphantom]

Love You Like Nothing I’ve Had Before || chapter 1

Hey yeah, here I am, unable to not write about soulmates because gdi soulmates are great ok. This is the prompt fill for day 9, soulmates AU. I hope you enjoy it! If you want to be tagged to my Daminette December prompt fills, just hit me up, and if you only want to be tagged to this once I get the next chapter done (the fic got a little out of hand and I decided to cut it for now), you better say you only want to be tagged to this. 

Ao3 || Chapter 2

This is Maribat fanfiction. Don’t like; don’t read.

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There was a meter that told something about one's soulmate printed somewhere on everyone's body. Everyone had one, whether it be romantic or platonic, but just because everyone had a soulmate didn't mean that everyone had a happy ending. Life was cruel, and sometimes you lost all the colours in your vision before you saw them, sometimes your soulmate's name got smudged and their meter went to zero before their time. Sometimes people lost their soulmates much before they ever even had the chance to meet them. Even children knew this, but it was rare that parents told their children what the meter meant until they were older. There was a reason to it, and a good one at that.

That was also why a little girl with black hair tied into pigtails looked at her wrist with confusion and bewilderment before she walked to the kitchen where she knew her parents would be.

“Huh…? How is my meter so high… Maman, what does it mean when your meter is full?”

A simple, innocent question asked by a young child, likely no older than five years of age, who only knew the pattern on her arm was a meter that told something about her soulmate. She didn’t know what it was for, her parents had never told her.

There was also their first name under the meter, but Marinette couldn’t read it. Originally she thought it was because she just didn’t know how to read in general, but then she learnt the alphabet well and realised they weren’t even the same letters they used in France.

Her papa had told her that was because her soulmate’s native tongue wasn’t French or any other language she spoke. They had different letters in their language, he said.

“Are you sure it’s high, dear?”, her maman asked, never once stopping to look at her daughter. It was understandable, she was baking, but maybe, just maybe, little Marinette would have wished her maman would have paid more attention to her.

“Yes, maman. I drew a picture, too.”

That was right. Only she could see the meter or the name on her arm, that much she knew since she had tried to ask her parents about the name but they told her they couldn’t see it. You could only see your own and your soulmate’s one.

She also couldn’t see her parents that well.

Well, of course she could, but they looked so boring to her. They were colourless, just like everyone but herself. Herself she could see in colour, the bright blue eyes and the black hair. Only after meeting her soulmate would she see the world in colour, but even then other humans would remain monochrome, stay in the eye colour of her soulmate. She could only ever see herself and her soulmate in full colour, or so she was told.

And who was she to say her parents, her grandparents, teachers, everyone, was wrong? She was still a child, she didn’t know much, just like all of them always said.

“Let me se—” Her maman just stopped as Marinette handed her the drawing. She’d made everything as similar as she could, and finally, finally her maman looked at her.

Marinette did not like that horrified look in her eyes.

“So, I suppose it is time we explained what the meters mean, honey. It tells you how dangerous your soulmate is. Perhaps not to you, but in general. It can get lower and higher over time, depending on how dangerous your soulmate is at that moment. Usually the meter gets higher over long periods of time, and they only get to this level if the person does martial arts, but I have never heard of a meter this high on a child. That is a little... concerning. I wonder if your soulmate is alright.”

“What does dangerous mean?”

“If someone or something is dangerous, it means they can cause you harm and hurt you really bad. For example, touching a hot oven is dangerous if you don’t have oven mitts. Going with a stranger is also dangerous.”

“Oh okay. Can I have a cookie?”

“Sure, dear. You can have one.”

⬷۵⤐

The next time Marinette thought about her soulmate more was when she met a person who was writing something that looked a lot like the name written in shining blue ink on her wrist in the park. A nine-year-old Marinette was aware of the stranger danger, of course, but she thought it wasn’t too bad if she asked the person if they could help her find out what the name was. It was her approaching them, she was in a public place and she wasn’t going to go anywhere with them, it would be fine.

“Excuse me, monsieur, but could you maybe help me?”

The man in question looked at her before he smiled at her and put his notebook aside. “Of course. What do you need help with?”

Marinette sighed in relief and sat down on the bench next to him. “Well, I saw what you were writing and it looked a lot like the name on my wrist. If I tried to write it down for you, could you tell me what their name is? I cannot read it and I don’t even recognise the letters so I cannot look it up myself”, she explained with a smile, hoping the man would help her. She didn't know what else she could do to find out their name. The man handed her his notebook and pen and told her to write the name there. She did. It took her a few minutes, but she managed.

“I’m sorry it probably doesn’t look very good, it’s difficult for me to write”, she apologised as the man read the name.

“Don’t worry, mademoiselle, you wrote it just fine. Anyway, their name is Damian. I wish you the best of luck with finding them, child”, the man told her. He was kind, she decided, so she pulled out a box of macarons and offered them to the man.

“Here, you can have a few as thanks. They’re from the Dupain-Cheng patisserie, and it’s the best in Paris!”, she said happily and stood there, waiting for him to take up her offer.

He did, eventually, which made her happy. Especially the expression he made when he took a bite was great, he seemed to enjoy it a lot. Marinette was glad, she loved seeing people smile. If there was something she found worth living for, it was making people smile and helping them find joy in life.

She waved the man goodbye before she left. After all, she’d agreed to meet Nino soon, she didn’t want to be too late.

⬷۵⤐

Marinette woke up with a choked gasp and shot up in her bed. She was panting and had her pajama shirt in a tight grip. She felt like choking and could almost taste blood in her mouth. There was a piercing pain in her chest. It almost felt like someone had impaled her chest with a sword and tried to inflict as much pain on her as they could.

It took her quite the while to be able to focus her vision on anything. Everything was blurry and dark. But, when she was finally able to see something, the first thing that caught her eye was that her meter had gone down and the name under it was smudged. She had studied the Arabic alphabet, so she could now read it by herself, but there was no way she could understand the name anymore.

Then she realised she couldn’t see the colour of her shirt or hands anymore.

Marinette’s eyes widened and an ear-piercing scream escaped her lungs. Her parents rushed to her room and found their little girl in her bed, crying so much her tears ran freely down her face. She was hyperventilating and clutching her shirt in her hands, her tiny body outright trembling.

Her maman ran to her and lifted her chin up with her hand, horrified when she saw her eyes were glassy and unfocused. It was most definitely worse than a simple nightmare. There was something actually wrong with her.

“Qiānjīn, breathe. Talk to me, please, tell me what’s wrong”, her maman told her, pulling Marinette in her embrace and squeezing her tight against her chest. She kissed her forehead and wiped her tears away as her papa turned on the lights so they could see better.

“They— he— his name— I can’t read it! It’s smudged! And I can’t see colour… The meter went down— he’s… He’s... gone.”

She could barely get the words out of her mouth, but she somehow managed by summoning all her will power, her voice quieting down with each word. The last word Marinette could barely even breathe out. Once more she broke down sobbing and buried her face to her knees, curling up in a ball.

Her maman and papa didn’t know what to say to that — their little girl, merely ten years of age, had woken up only to find out her soulmate was dead.

There was truly nothing they could say to make it better, and so they just stayed there and let her sob her heart out.

⬷۵⤐

A numb emptiness had settled itself in Marinette’s chest after her soulmate died. She couldn’t dress in her favourite clothes because they were all bright colours and she couldn’t bear to dress in such things when she couldn’t even see them well. It hurt too much to remember that the one she was destined to be with was gone forever.

“What happened, ‘Nette? I can’t remember the last time I saw you wear anything but these dark colours — is it all black?”

That’s what her best friend asked her one day in class. Nino was worried about her well-being. She could barely get the words out to tell Nino that her soulmate was gone, that she would never meet them again (it felt too final to say it out loud), but when she finally managed to, Nino smiled at her sadly and hugged her tight, saying he was there for her. He was. He kept coming over to talk to her and do her favourite things with her. Even if it didn’t make her smile, she appreciated it.

A few weeks later, her teacher had one day pulled her aside and asked how she was doing, concerned about her as she’d noticed Marinette only ever dressed in black now and there was never a smile on her face anymore. She still never failed to be kind to others, but that kindness no longer included a smile to everyone. Chloé had toned it down as well for even she knew that losing one’s soulmate was a horrible ordeal, something no one should ever have to go through — and especially not at such a young age.

Marinette started wearing gloves at all times, scared that if she caught a glimpse of the smudged name on her wrist, she’d break down crying and that she’d no longer be able to stop. Sometimes it happened regardless, and during those times, it took Marinette her all to ignore the aching in her chest and the burning tears in her eyes. And each time, each time she tried not to choke on her sobs.

In bed, she often curled up in a ball and tried to cry, but she’d run out of tears a week after her soulmate’s death. She dragged her nails down her legs, hoping to distract herself from the burning in her throat, but it never helped.

She was hurting, and there was nothing that could help her feel better.

⬷۵⤐

It took a her a few months before she dared to look at her wrist again. She’d refused to do it under any circumstances, but after those months, she told herself she needed to bid her soulmate adieu.

And so, she took off her glove and pressed a light kiss on the meter. Marinette looked at it and forced a small smile on her face, hoping he wouldn’t be too mad at her for faking a smile. After all, she was doing it for him.

But, once she managed to bat the tears away from her eyes, she could clearly see the name on her wrist again. The meter’s levels were high again, which then prompted her to pay attention to the colours on her. At first she thought the universe had chosen her a new soulmate, but the name was exactly the same in the exact same handwriting, so no, her soulmate had simply come back to life. And…

She had a chance to see them again.

Either they’d only now come back or she’d been unable to notice them. It wouldn’t have been surprising, she had been trying to ignore the missing colours to the best of her abilities, after all.

Marinette rushed downstair to her maman and papa, smiling more brightly than she had in weeks, in over a month. They were surprised to see her be so happy but they were glad about it regardless.

“So, what made you so happy, honey?”, her papa asked her as she danced around the living room before stopping in front of her parents.

“He’s back! The meter shows high levels again, the name is back and I can see colours again!”, she laughed and threw herself at her papa, hugging him as tight as she could. Her maman came around and hugged them both, smiling into her hair.

“I’m happy for you, qiānjīn. Your soulmate better never do this again or I will have to find them and exchange a few words with him about making you sad”, her maman told her as her papa squeezed them both. Marinette laughed at her mother, imagining her short mother glare at her soulmate she suspected was taller than either of them as she scolded him for hurting her little girl.

Marinette knew she once again had a good chance at finding happiness, and so she smiled. A tear escaped her eye but, for the first time in a month, it wasn’t a tear of sadness, no. This time, it told the world of her happiness.

⬷۵⤐

Years later, when she was 16 years of age and suffered under Lila’s reign in the class, she ran into a young man while trying to find the Wayne Enterprises and fell down on the ground. Her class had left her behind, but that was fine.

Well, it wasn’t, but she got to see more of the city, and that was certainly nice.

Besides, better it was her who was left behind rather than anyone else, as she was the only one who could for sure defend herself if necessary. After all, she was Ladybug, she had been that for years already — she had enough training.

“Je suis vraiment désolé— I mean, I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to run into—” And then she had to cut herself off because the world shouldn’t look like what it did.

There were colours.

There were actual colours all around her.

She could see the blue of the sky and the green of the trees. The cars that were of oh so many different, beautiful colours.

And, when Marinette looked up from where she was, she could see the young man towering over her and offering a hand to help her up had frozen in place, but what truly mattered was that she could see him in colours. His green eyes stared at her before they softened at the sight of her as he understood who this was, and Marinette could feel her cheeks hearing up.

“Does your— Does your name happen to be Damian?”

The man nodded before asking a question in return, “And can I suppose you are Marinette?”

Marinette smiled and gave him an enthusiastic “yes!”, grabbing Damian’s — her soulmate’s — hand and let him pull her up to her feet. “It’s lovely to finally meet you, soulmate.”

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@ladysblackcat @daminett4life @tinyterror333 @annabellabrookes @theyellowfeverexperience @thethirdwheelfriend @daminette-december2019

[thesvenqueen]

TO THE END

S&B Episode 8 (I get a bit rabmle-y at the end there but, it's a good end review I swear!!)

- l've loved the switch in title cards every episode, really great detail and so fun to see what they come up with - bowler hat gang UNITE - HOW DARE YOU FORGET MILO WTF - oop Zoya piecing the puzzle together, yes girl - AHHHH MATTHIAS AND NINA YEEEES. - >.> there's only ONE BED <.< - NO DON'T LEAVE - :( god damn it, y'all killing me here - can you at least share the bed before you go?? - YES TO KERCH, LETS GO - "I will keep you warm" ASKLFGKLASDGBASDFNKB - WE NEARLY HAD A KISS WHY YOU AHHHHHHHHDLKASGALSKDHGVLSDKVBLKS - omg they let them get waffles I COULD CRY - oh they were so happy god DAMN IT - Fedyor WHY WHY WHY WHYYYY THEY WERE HAPPY GDI - they dooo though they dooooooo - UGHHHH we got 3 mins of happiness ffs I hate it hereeee - "remember who's driving" bitch I know you did NOT - bro Inej realizing someone is below deck with them YES YES YES - "I'll ask again, who are you?" god Jesper intimidating is HOT AF HELLO??? - boy Kaz has no buisness looking that good too jesus - mhmmmm, you be right Alina. - yeaaaaaaaah this is bad, this is really bad - ohhhhhhhhh my GOD - bruh, the SCREAMS wtf - ffs Mal can you please listen for once - INEJ COME ON YOU TOO???? UGHHHH - ok book quote I see you, nicely done - "us" it's just you tf you mean - again, Mal, I know you said you're not smart but bruh what kind of plan was that - JESPER NOOO YOU DON'T GET IT YO - YEAHHH BEAT HIS ASS INEJ - HE CALLED HER WRAITH OHHHHH - Ivan jfc - NOOOOOO INEJ - ZOYA HELL YES LETS GO - JESPER, BOY, THAT WAS DOPE BUT THE CUT OH MY GOD OH MY GOD - KAZ COMING IN CLUTCH THANK FUCK - she kissed the knife before she threw it I am just...I am dying hello HELP?!? - INEJ GOT THE DARKLING BITCH I SEE YOU QUEEN - Kaz is literally laying on top of Jesper even with his phobia I can not right now - girl don't you waste all your knives!!! - KAZ. WITH THE CANE. PROTECTING HIS INVESTMENTS. FUCK YES. lmao - owowowwowowowow my hand owowowow - YAS QUEEN LETS GO - save???? YOU engulfed the whole fucking city into darkness because they pissed you off shut the actual fuck up - Mal. Sweetie. what are you doing?? you literally brought a butter knife to a cut fight - I V A N. BITCH. NO. - JESPER BABY LETS GOOOOO - god with every spin of his gun I fall more in love jfc - byeeeee Ivan!! - whyyyy you no aim for the head Mal?!?!? - lmao Kaz ready with his fucking cane to wack some mf monsters I'm here for it - thank you for showing Kaz hella struggling with his cane and walking, I appreciate this so much - Awwww Inej, sweet baby - SHE GAVE HER A DAGGER BLESS - aw :( Kaz realizing Inej really might leave, oh sweet boy - LISTEN, Kaz can't break a deal homie. there is a lot at risk here that he can't lose - ......that might fix the problem. - For Inej, he did it for Inej and that's it and Inej was over in the back fighting to not fucking hug him I can not - Kaz be right, from experience Zoya please. - lmao "I still don't like you" ZOYA girl come on - this entire Kaz & Inej conversation I have no words I'm crying - "I need you" the face & noise I just made were not human ahhhhh - I mean, we know you stay, BUT PLEASE INEJ STAY - MATTHIAS - YOU WAIT MATTHIAS CHILL WTF - IT WASN'T THOUGH - come ON Matthias how do you not believe her??? - that literally broke my heart oh my god - he ALWAYS has a plan - ayeeee I got one for you - oh you shit, I see you - yeahhhh bout that, he ain't dead - welp, that's definitely not good.. - "follow" nah I only follow Kaz Brekker thanks

Netlfix, seriously, just go ahead and announce season 2 because we ALL want it. I NEED it so badly just, do it do it do it.

In all seriousness, as for as YA book adaptation, this is top notch if not the best adaptation I've seen. The cast was A+, nailing the characters so beautifully and bringing life to some that I really didn't fully appreciate in the books. Specifically Archie with Mal, credits to him and the writers (and Leigh) for really working to make him a stronger, fully developed character. It was so well done and I am really rooting for them more so than I was in the books.

Crow wise. Brilliant. Absolutely fucking brilliant. Kit, Freddy, Amita, Danielle, Calahan; literally the most perfect casting. Period. I was so incredibly nervous when the show was announced how casting would go for the crows. They're my favorites, ones that I really treasured and when I tell you just the cast photo I had a feeling this was going to go well. Well was an understatement. I was absolutely blown away by how well they nailed the Crows. The humor, the small gestures, the teasing and comments; absolutely perfect. I have only one complaint, the same as Kit: GIVE ME WYLAN!!!

Also,Jessie as Alina, round of applause as well. I didn't mind her character in the book, but in the show I felt more connected and really was cheering for her and I have to give that to Jessie. Like Archie, she did a great job bringing the character to life and making her enjoyable, more fully developed tbh. I don't even need to go into Ben because I despise the Darkling as much as I did in the books so I'd say he was fucking brilliant.

The fact their budget was limited, they somehow was able to create a world so beautiful so incredibly well done and oddly inviting. The costumes, the sets, even the Fold looked nearly inviting. It all seemed so well done, so well put together and as I imagined it for the most part. The display of Grisha power was not corny but subtle and well created, not overdone like some like to do. It was believable and so cool to see displayed on tv.

Honest to god this is, to me at least, by far the best YA book adaptation in a long, LONG time. This coming from a HP, Twilight, Series of Unfortunate Events fan. I've seen YA books fail so badly (Euragon, ugh the heartbreak of that disaster) or just, be so flat it hurts...looking at you Twilight. Some having a cast that just, despises the entire book and movie all together, others so well connected and done so brilliantly only for the story to be torn to bits in some parts that you're left wondering if you read the same book at times (HP, never forgive you for that final battle scene, wtf was even that??). But for real, this had the perfect cast, perfect sets & editing, amazing music, fantastic writing to piece it all together and overall was just...absolutely amazing. Definitely going to be something I rewatch over and over and over again till the next season.

Thank you for not fucking it up <3

[myghostmonument]

13xReader: Pyrite

Notes: What do you mean it’s January and I’m just now posting requests from the festive prompt list? SJSKJSKS yeah sorry guys December was a bad month for me but I’m getting them out now because it’s always Christmas in my heart and that’s how it is. This prompt was: “Oh hey, mistletoe!” It was supposed to be short n quick and here we are! All the clown schools are actively recruiting me, thanks for asking. I hope you all enjoy anyways! I’ve more writing on the way. This is of course gender-neutral for the reader!

Summary: The Doctor takes you and the fam to what should be a fun and carefree winter festival, except that from the moment you step foot out of the TARDIS, security droids open fire. Festive! Taking refuge in an abandoned shop, you discover an interesting rock, debate the authenticity of mistletoe, and almost experience death via shelf. All in a day’s work right?

Warnings: None unless heavy and repeated eye-contact is an issue. There may also be a rugby tackle.

WC: 3800 gdi 

“I told you! Christmas - never good with me!” The Doctor’s words were shouted as she ducked a flying chunk of debris.

“What?” Yaz hollered back, crouched behind a much larger and presently stationary chunk of debris. “I said, Christmas and me - every time - “ the Doctor broke off with a yell, ducking another narrow miss. “What?” Ryan and Yaz both yelled. “Maybe we could save this conversation for another time,” Graham shouted. “When we’re not under attack, for example!” “What?” the Doctor yelled back. You couldn’t help it. Hunched up against a chunk of smoking rubble, covered in dirt, and most certainly in mortal peril (and hardly thirty minutes into what the Doctor had promised to be a ‘fun and cheerful’ shopping excursion, no less), the sight of your friends yelling back and forth was too much to take. You started to laugh. The Doctor glanced over her shoulder at you, and an explosion briefly backlit her. Limned in gold, with wild hair and a smudged face, the Doctor looked slightly wild as her eyes flicked over you rapidly, perhaps assessing you for damage. She then grinned back. It did nothing to lessen the wildness. “Now that’s the spirit!” she called approvingly. “You lot, take notes! Better team morale, we can’t carry it all.” It was unlikely that anyone other than you heard her, but her general meaning seemed to carry over well enough. “We can’t stay here much longer,” you said, ducking another blast. This was definitely not Christmas, wherever (whatever, whenever) it was. Not the Christmas the Doctor had begrudgingly agreed to after you and the others had pestered her. You sometimes suspected that she initially refused requests for the sole purpose of being convinced; she certainly seemed to thrive on the banter and, when she inevitably agreed, was all enthusiasm. “Right, okay,” the Doctor said, pushing hair out of her eyes and peering over the top of her debris shield. “There’s a little shop just over there, I think we can make it!” “And then what?” you started to ask, before glancing up. A flash of light was all the warning you had. Lunging forward, you grabbed a fist-full of the Doctor’s coat and yanked her back down just as another blast demolished a chunk of the shield, precisely in the space her head had previously occupied. “I have a plan,” the Doctor said cheerfully, taking out her sonic and acting as if she hadn’t just narrowly avoided decapitation. She caught your expression and scrunched her face. “It’s a work in progress!” she chided, chancing another look over the still-smoking debris. Yaz darted over to join you, followed by Ryan and Graham. “What’s she doing then?” Graham asked, eyeing the Doctor as she scanned the air with her sonic. “She says she has a plan,” you informed them. The four of you then shared a look. “I heard that,” the Doctor said without turning around, still fiddling with her sonic. “But we didn’t say anything - “ Yaz began. “Your silence was very loud,” the Doctor replied, and you supposed that you couldn’t really argue with that. She clicked something together on her sonic and made a triumphant sound. “Right! Got it! Stage one of my plan: I’m going to overload the sensors and we’re going to head for that shop right around the corner, sharpish.” She surveyed you all expectantly, looking pleased. “What’s stage two of the plan?” “How long will the sensors be overloaded?” “How sure are you it’s gonna actually work? “And you reckon this shop’ll be safer?” “Enough with the questions!” the Doctor exploded, her indignant gaze moving between the four of you. “I told you it’s a plan in progress! Unless any of you lot have something to offer up, then I suggest you pipe down!” She waited a beat, then nodded. “Good. So, my plan - when I say go, you run like mad to that shop and get cover.” “What about you, Doc?” Graham asked. The Doctor pushed hair out of her eyes and waved a hand vaguely. “I’ll be right behind you. Should be fine.” The four of you exchanged another very loud look. But it was as she said: you really didn’t have a better plan. And the shop couldn’t be much worse than your current position, smack dab as it was in the middle of the cross-fire. So when the Doctor nodded at all of you with a (slightly wild) smile, leapt up with her sonic buzzing, and hollered ‘go’, you went.  “Well this is cheery,” Graham observed a few breathless moments later, looking around the dim shop you had all piled in. You were all crouched low, instinctively avoiding the windows. “Creepy, more like,” Yaz muttered, her own gaze lingering on the shadows. You were inclined to agree with her. The cramped and shadowed room was clearly some sort of flower shop, one which no doubt would have been bright and serene with the lights on and under less lethal circumstances. As it was, the uncertain gloom of the room lent it vaguely sinister, as if the silent plants were watching you. Waiting. Judging. Moving, ever so slightly? You swallowed, looking away from the shadows and meeting Ryan’s gaze. He didn’t look entirely at ease either. It wasn’t much comfort. A breath of air, a brush of sensation, fingers running across your neck and plucking at your collar. It turned out to be just the trailing vines of what looked like potted ivy, but you only realized that after you’d yelped and scrambled backwards, slamming your back painfully against the shop’s counter. Ryan and Yaz didn’t do a very good job of hiding their sniggering. You glowered at them, rubbing your back. “Keep it down,” Graham hissed, craning his neck to peer out a misty and smudged window. “I think the Doc’s coming!” Sure enough, there was a sudden upsurge in noise outside, and threading through the weapon blasts was a voice you knew very well. Graham chanced another look, then leapt to his feet and opened the shop door just in time for the Doctor to dive through the threshold. He slammed it and crouched again as she tucked and rolled. It was an impressive display of timing from the two of them. Ryan even gave a low whistle. “Did you lose them?” Yaz asked. The windows rattled as another blast rang out, and she winced. “Ah, maybe,” the Doctor panted, sitting up and pushing hair from her eyes. The window rattled in its frame again. “Possibly. Doubt it, to be honest.” She pushed herself against the counter with you, peeking over it before ducking back down and looking at you all, then the shop. She was, you were exasperated to see, looking quite cheerful. “This is cozy! How are we doing?” “Seriously?” Yaz asked, sounding as exasperated as you felt. You couldn’t help but be amused, and the Doctor caught your grin. “Now that’s more like it,” she said. “We’re together, we’re safe-ish, and we’re in a little shop. A flower shop! I love shops.” 

“Doc,” Graham said, and you could see how much the effort of maintaining his patience was costing him. Traveling with the Doctor was a crash-course in many important life skills, emotional management included. “What are those things, and why are they shooting at us?”

“Security droids,” the Doctor said, frowning. “Sophisticated models, too. They shouldn’t be attacking us like this.” She peeked around the counter, tongue poking between her lips. “Seems to have quieted down a bit, at least.”

Yaz was frowning too. “If they’re so sophisticated, why haven’t they tracked us in here?” 

“And why are they shooting at us, if we haven’t done anything?” Ryan added, sounding a touch offended. 

“Good questions,” the Doctor said. She stood up cautiously and skulked over to a window.  “This should be a peaceful era, I don’t know why they have these droids at all. Unless I got my eras messed up.”

“I wonder what that’d be like,” Graham said dryly.

Yaz snorted. “What, the Doctor mixing up her eras, or her landing somewhere peaceful?” 

“Oi, that’s enough of that,” the Doctor said indignantly while you, Ryan and Yaz laughed. “We’ve been to loads of peaceful places.”

“Yeah but generally speaking, if it’s peaceful when we land, you do your best to find out why and then upend everything,” Graham said, pushing himself to his feet with a groan. The Doctor looked as if she wished to argue the point, but settled for peeking out the window again in what she evidently considered to be a dignified silence. 

Taking your cue from them, you, Yaz and Ryan cautiously stood up too and, when the Doctor didn’t say anything, began to poke around the dim shop. It seemed to be decorated for a winter holiday, with tinsel and lights and bows.

“Weird, that this place has a Christmas too,” Ryan said, poking at a decorative, softly lit tree.

“Most civilizations have a Christmas,” the Doctor said absently. “Not Christmas, Christmas, of course. But most people have a holiday in the winter, when the harvests are done and the cold sets in.” She touched a bell, her nose wrinkling into a delighted smile as it chimed softly. “They’re almost always like this, with bright lights and gaudy decorations, all centering on hearth and home and coming out of the long, dark nights with hope and joy.” 

You watched her as she spoke. You loved this, loved watching her wax eloquent on the quirks and details of a new people or planet. There was a certain light and energy that seemed to suffuse the Doctor, when she found something new and unique and hopeful; her joy in the quirks of the universe all but radiated from her. It was a tangible thing, almost visible in her wake as she talked and moved around. It was so quintessentially, authentically her. 

You couldn’t help but smile, watching her. When she glanced over her shoulder, your eyes briefly met. Before you could feel much more than the first stirrings of self-consciousness that she’d caught you staring at her, smiling at her… she smiled back, and the shop felt brighter.

“Is this mistletoe?” 

Ryan’s question wasn’t loud or sudden, but you still jumped, startled. You caught Yaz’s eye as you turned around. She gave you a cheeky look, her eyebrows raised. Mature and unruffled person that you were, you scrunched your nose in response. It was an imitation of the Doctor you’d all picked up, and utilized with decreasing irony. She didn’t seem to have noticed it yet. One of these times, though, she was going to catch you all as you pulled increasingly dramatic scrunches behind her back. You personally hoped that she would catch Ryan (his were the best and most ridiculous). 

Graham walked over to Ryan, examining the draping plant in question. “Couldn’t be,” he said, though without much conviction. Traveling with the Doctor had done a lot to blur the lines between impossible, improbable, and just another Tuesday. 

“Unlikely,” the Doctor said as she moved over, pulling out her sonic. She ran it across the leaves of the plant, the muted glow and soft whirr making an island of light and colour in the shop. 

“Anyways how do you know what mistletoe looks like, Ryan?” Yaz asked interestedly. 

“I’d like to know that as well,” Graham said, never one to pass on an opportunity.

“Ha, ha,” Ryan said groused. “Obviously I don’t know, since I was wrong.”

“That’s not really better though, is it?” Yaz observed, and she and you both dissolved into giggles as Ryan’s face underwent a series of complicated and interesting emotions. When he settled on his signature Doctor-scrunch, you only laughed harder.

“Shh,” Graham said, perhaps taking pity on his grandson, though he seemed to be fighting a smile. “We don’t want to attract those things’ attention. I’m not built for all this running.” 

“They should be down for a bit longer,” the Doctor said. “Long enough to figure out what the next part of the plan is.” She looked away from her sonic, towards a window. “Can’t stay here forever; the security droids are bound to figure it out sooner or later and we need to find the locals, find out why they’re so afraid of newcomers.”

She moved restlessly around the shop. Graham and Yaz asked her some more questions, but you drifted away, examining the back shelves. While some of the items were readily identifiable as plants and flowers, others were much more ambiguous and even downright strange. You stooped to look at what seemed to be a potted rock. Why would anyone put a rock in soil like that? It wasn’t a remarkable rock, just striated grey, dull and lumpy. Except - was that a slight glimmer, that caught your eye? Curious (and lacking the appropriate degree of caution that traveling with the Doctor had instilled in you) you reached out your hand. Your fingertip had just brushed the rock - warmer than you thought it would be, and smooth - when an arm appeared from over your shoulder, a hand wrapping around your wrist. You jumped, startled, and felt your back press up against someone. 

“No touching things, what have I said?” The Doctor’s voice was laced with exasperation, but you were more distracted by the way it came from so very close to your ear. “I thought it was just Ryan I had to watch - oh, what’s this?” The Doctor’s hand was still wrapped around your wrist. Combined with her body so close to yours that you could feel the heat and energy emanating off of her, you were extraordinarily distracted. So much so that you almost missed it, at first. The Doctor’s sharpening attention was palpable, and you blinked as you watched the rock shudder, fine cracks radiating across its surface. Before you could even make sense of that, the cracks unfurled into tendrils, the rock transforming before your eyes into an impossibly delicate plant. It swayed gently.

“How did it do that?” you asked, your eyes tracking the sinuous, gentle movement of the rock-plant. It wasn’t the strangest thing you’d seen on your travels, but for some reason you were having trouble wrapping your mind around the fact that the bland, unassuming, solid little rock had transformed into this wispy plant.

“Touch responsive,” the Doctor said musingly as she leaned past you and peered at it. “An interesting adaptation. Probably to lure in the unwary,” she added severely, glancing back at you. 

You wrinkled your nose at her. “That’s not what I meant, I meant how does it go from a rock to -” but you broke off. Something had flashed out of the corner of your eye, and you turned, frowning. Just a glimmer of light bouncing off something in the shop, surely? But even as you thought that, another flash of light drew you attention - from outside the window. Uh oh. 

“Doctor,” you said, tugging at one of her sleeves. She was still in the middle of expounding upon both the plant’s alleged properties as well as your foolishness, but she glanced back at you, her hair falling over her face. She followed your gaze to the window.

“Hey Doc, there’s something moving out there,” Graham said from the other side of the shop. The Doctor’s face underwent a series of rapid changes as she stood up straight. She looked from Ryan, Graham and Yaz to you, and then the window again. “Everyone away from the windows,” she said, while promptly doing exactly the opposite of that. She only made it a step before she froze, then whirled back around. “Down!” she shouted, lunging forward and half-tackling you. She pulled you closer as you fell, so that her body was shielding yours. You thought maybe you’d shouted in surprise as you were forcibly tackled. It was hard to tell though, because even as you hit the ground (ow,) the wall across from you exploded as something tore through it. Several more shots ricocheted through the room, and bits of wood, ceramic and other debris crashed to the floor all around your head. You weren’t thinking about that much, though. Partially because you were still winded from the takedown, but mostly because the Doctor was still crouched over you, her head ducked against your shoulder and her arms on either side of your head as she shielded you. It was extraordinarily distracting. A booming crash rattled the floorboards as one of the shelves tipped over, and the Doctor yelped as she was showered with yet more debris.

Silence slowly reasserted itself in the shop. The Doctor cautiously lifted her head from your shoulder, turning so that her hair brushed your face. “Yaz?” she called, coughing. Smoke hung thick in the air, sullen and acrid. “Graham? Ryan?” “We’re fine,” Yaz called back. “Uh - Doctor, where are you guys?” You thought that a rather odd question to ask; if anything it was only you Yaz ought to have wondered the whereabouts of, given that the Doctor was still draped on top of you. You heard scuffling from the other side of the shop. “Stay down,” the Doctor said sharply. “They’re motion activated. We’re fine, just a bit cramped.” She shifted gingerly as she said this, and as her head moved you got a good look above you for the first time. It seemed the crashing shelf you’d heard had fallen directly over the Doctor, and presently lay propped up against the counter. It had probably protected you both from the worst of the debris, but it was now also effectively pinning you down. Ah. 

The Doctor turned her head again so that she was looking at you. Your noses were all but touching, her hair still brushing against your cheek. You wondered distantly if this was what a heart attack felt like, as you counted the freckles dotting the Doctor’s cheek like so many stars. “I’m just going to ease out, slowly,” she said, her tongue poking out between her lips as she concentrated and, in the process, almost murdered you. Perhaps this was what a heart attack felt like, actually. “Stay very, very still.” You swallowed and nodded minutely, not trusting yourself to speak. The Doctor pushed herself slightly off of you, one hand twisting as she tried to ease to the side. She froze as the shelf groaned and slid down further. Her eyes met yours again, wide and gleaming.

“Right,” the Doctor breathed. “Maybe we ah. Wait for help then.” She scrunched her nose as she spoke, obviously disliking the sentiment. You weren’t really surprised when she followed the statement with another attempt at shimmying out from under the shelf. It slid down another solid inch, hitting the Doctor and pressing her against you. “Ah,” she said, glancing at you guiltily. She looked so absurd that you couldn’t help but smile. Her guilty look melted away into a smile of her own. “Don’t you dare laugh,” she muttered. “I may have made a tactical error. It does happen.”

Something fell off the shelf, shattering very close to your face. You could hear something else slide to what must be the very edge of the shelf; you could just see the draping green tendrils of a potted plant, teetering on the edge. The Doctor’s eyes were very wide as she looked at you. ‘Don’t move,’ she mouthed, as if you were the one inching the shelf lower and lower. “I think we’ve got company,” Ryan’s voice called. You realized that you could hear voices, growing louder as they approached. “Must be the locals,” the Doctor said. She looked frustrated; you imagined that being rescued from the shop she had broken into and helped destroy might slightly undercut her position.. She shifted just slightly, and the potted plant rattled above you. She looked up, carefully moving only her eyes. 

“Huh,” she said after a beat. “I think it is mistletoe.” Her eyes moved back to yours, and your gazes locked. The Doctor had propped herself up with her arms so that she didn’t crush you, but in that moment you still felt the air leave your lungs. The moment stretched, the two of you staring at each other, noses just touching, eyes reflecting each other.  You were suddenly, horribly aware of your lips, and the bare sliver of space between them and the Doctor’s.. You thought you could almost feel the heat coming from them. From her. You could certainly feel her hearts beating against your chest. The door to the shop banged open, and you both jerked. “Doctor!” Yaz cried, over the sound of more voices. “It’s okay,” the Doctor called, turning her head and filling your face with her hair. “Just a bit of a misunderstanding!” She tried to move again as Yaz began arguing with someone, and the bookcase creaked ominously. You could hear rapidly approaching steps, and Graham’s shoes appeared in your line of vision, followed by the rest of him as he crouched down. He cast an appraising eye over you, the Doctor, and the shelf, and then lifted his brows. More footsteps, and then he was joined by Yaz and Ryan, and several other sets of shoes you didn’t recognize. The angry locals, presumably. “Doctor, they seem to think we’re here as part of an - army, or something,” Yaz said, also crouching down. She blinked. “Are you okay?” “You are under arrest,” a voice snapped out. “You are surrounded and will surrender your weapons and the whereabouts of your reinforcements.” You saw Yaz’s fist clench on the floor in silent anxiety, though she said nothing. “Hello! No weapons,” the Doctor said brightly. You could feel her words resonating through her chest to yours. “No reinforcements, either. Just travelers who happened to end up on the wrong side of those security droids of yours. I’m the Doctor, by the way, and these are my friends, and we’re here to help.” 

Somewhere in the depths of the shop, another pot crashed to the ground and perhaps managed to undercut the Doctor’s words, slightly. You could see her face scrunch. Then she abruptly flattened against you as the shelf slid another inch or two down, and you both grunted. You could feel her nose against your neck and shoulder, and for a moment your whole brain flashed blank. She smelled like tea, and vanilla. 

This was definitely what a heart attack felt like. For sure. “But maybe a little help for us, first?” the Doctor managed, her words brushing across your skin, thrumming through your chest. She was still trying to wiggle about as she listened and watched as the others set to trying to lift the shelf off of you, presumably so that you could all then be put under arrest. 

It was going to be a long day.

[youngrevolutionary]

Playing Opera Omnia for the last two days: 

Look at him. He’s absolutely perfect and can do no wrong. 

The most perfect Seifer to have ever Seifer’d. 

Also, don’t @ me, moogle, I’m only here for Seifer, we don’t need anyone else. 

.... Okay, we can keep a few.  

Who is this floaty do-nothing? How does Mog communicate with her willy-nilly?

I’m saying right now that will probably, definitely play FFVI solely for Locke Cole. 

Vivi is so cute. I love Kuja. When do I get Kuja?  

I need to actually play and finish FFIX. I am a disgrace... 

Seifer, please stop fighting everything. 

Jesus Christ, I leveled 9 characters to max in like, 4 hours??? 

Oh my god. Seifer, for the love of it all stop fighting everything. 

Vivi is a precious little angel and I will protect him, always.

Squall, why is Renzokuken killing level 70 things in one hit? 

Seifer, for fuck's sake, quit it! This is embarrassing. I mean, thank god for people like Cecil, Yuna and Vivi understanding Seifer but Seifer, we are having a talk about your manners, young man. 

Vaan and Zidane are getting moved to the bottom of my list because don’t you dare speak to me or my son ever again :V 🔪

YAY NO MERCY

I really should play the FFs in chronological order....

Cecil, thank you for being a voice of reason. 

*Asks Puddor for help with screenshots* 

NOOOOOOOOO I MISSED PROMPTOOOOOOOOO D: He’s my favorite though!!!! 

When do I get Kuja in my party?

Draws are addictive. I am broke and yet I have 8million gil. 

SEIFER THAT IS NOT HOW YOU SPEAK TO A LADY.

BECAUSE. SEIFER. IT IS BECAUSE YOU ARE AN ASS.

But you have good intent at heart so I will still love you. 

I will never understand how to upgrade weapons and armor but I’m gonna keep at it. 

Keeps calling Nate any name but Noel. (ie. Noah, Nathan, Niles, Norbert...)

Seifer needs new friends. There, I said it. :|

I have characters leveled to max and yet I’m only in Chapter 4??? 

I don’t even know Hot Squall yet, but I kinda ship it. Looking forward to his story chapter thingy... even though I got him waaaay earlier than I should have. 

....I should give XIIII another chance. A third one, at least. 

Is the next boss fight gonna be Seifer? 

It’s Seifer isn’t it?

No? Just a bomb and a goblin-- oh, nope.

Oh, GDI, Seifer. 

Boss battles are way too easy in this game. Either that, or I’m too overleveled. Is 70 too overleveled for a chapter 3 boss? 

Me @ every conflict ever: 

That’s it, I quit the game forever because I didn’t come on here to feel roasted and #personallyattacked by some floaty do-nothing and somehow relating MORE to Seifer than before I started playing this game. >:C 

So yes, come find me, my loves. I’ve been spending most of my time sitting in front of a desk waiting for work to come in so I’m usually on here. I’m ID No. 960800740. Come and love meeeee! \o/

[troofless]

Just finished watching a walkthrough of Tales of Zestiria, and I must say it is as HYPE as its opening.

My favourite parts:

Sorey and Mikleo bickering — actually, every sormik scene

I swear 99.9% of Mikleo revolves around Sorey, the other 0.1% is him getting teased by everyone (this could be his biggest writing strength and flaw depending on who you ask)

The opening song. A BANGERRRRRR

The different branching routes you can take in Ladylake. Sell the knife? The pipe? Don’t sell both? Sell the pipe later on to get a cool hat as well? How do you enter the Sacred Blade ceremony? YOU CAN CHOOSE

Mikleo leaving Sorey, in the game: Oh don’t worry, Mikleo will be fine, I trust Mikleo to take care of himself :) :)

In the anime: dkjasfnlD MIKLEO DID WHAT??! LAILAH WE MUST GO AFTER MIKLEO RIGHT AWAY

Tbh the argument ‘arc’ he has with Sorey? One of the best parts of the game.

'Does a frog think of getting rid of snakes?’ ‘OH SO AM I A FROG NOW?’ ‘Your LIABILITY will be waiting in the inn’

When in the manga this slow burn (JUST GET CONTRACTED WITH MIKLEO ALREADY) gets extended to after Sorey contracts with Edna

When Mikleo calls Sorey out on his blindness in a skit THEY NOTICE EVERYTHING ABOUT EACH OTHER OKAY

Yeah also, just thinking about how Sorey’s known Mikleo’s true name for a long time now HNNNRNNHSDGGGGGHHHH

Mikleo using his rod not as a conduit for magic but as a whacking tool. He has a mystic arte Crystal Rod where he throws his rod at the enemy saying NOPE (best...) and a mystic arte Final Player where he uses it like a hammer saying “I’ll crush you! Again! Again and again!!” smacking the enemy into the ground LOLLLL

That One Mystic Arte where Edna rides on her umbrella like it’s a flying broomstick and shoots out earth rocks with a finger gun

Zaveid coming out of nowhere at random times, busting out his persona shooting himself in the head and demanding that they fight him

Rose shaking her hands with Sorey at supersonic speed when Sorey gets her to hear the seraphim and she thinks she’s hearing ghosts

The whole ‘we’re married’ scene when they get to Rolance, and the whole joke of Sergei continuing to think Rose and Sorey are married

Dezel laughing at Lailah’s lame animal jokes in the background

Dezel not being able to see, but that’s okay… because he can read the wind!

Dezel being the walking encyclopaedia for all animals and plants bc he’s been everywhere

Rose wants to catch a butterfly and sell it for money, but Dezel interjects and tells her it’s a ‘shae monyurose’ moth, so Rose gives up on catching it, saying people don’t pay a lot for moths

Another skit where Sorey and Rose want to catch these rabbits to eat, (they’re cute... AND delicious.) Dezel is horrified and chases them away by shouting really loudly (HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT??!!)

Everyone who plays Zestiria complaining about how Alisha isn’t a permanent team member, then having mixed debates about whether the anime saved or broke the story with Alisha-Armatization

ZAVEID RUNNING DOWN A WALL

“My way is to put the hellions back in hell” Zaveid says while doing the Dio pose

WRYYYYYYY

I love how he just appears out of nowhere and gets him to fight you, multiple times, in both Zestiria AND Berseria

Dezel suggesting they could just fly all the way to the top but Sorey and Mikleo go “But we WANT to see the ruins...!”

In the bad ending Heldalf is just like ‘nothin doing… just standing here…’ when the team goes in and slays him

Heldalf: You want to defeat me, right? But if you do, you can’t get the TRUE ending… bitch

Sorey:

I love how Rose and Alisha are uncommon heroines, using lances and twin blades instead of magic (Mikleo takes that one, hah). 

It’s like the writers of Zestiria were like Hmm. How do we explore the dark elements in this game by showing how people in Age of Chaos possess immense malevolence in their hearts and align it to the main story, and then went, Got it. Assassins. (Story of how Shepherd Sorey went gallivanting around with a princess *cough cough redactedbecauseshedoesn’texistinthegame* and an assassin~~)

Mikleo: Zaveid, there is literally NO REASON for us to fight. At all.

Zaveid: You gotta beat this ass first

And I think that is very sexy of him

Apparently if you take Dezel out of your team during the third fight with Zaveid, he will yell at you

Zaveid, T-posing on the ground: oh don’t mind me, just setting death flags for the only other wind seraph in this game so I can fill the XXX-shaped hole in your team later on in the game. Also here, take my glock

Dezel 🤝Eizen

    being the same person

GIVE ME THE HIDDEN DEZEL AND ZAVEID LORE (but Dezel doesn’t appear in Berseria…)

Rose “I just noticed, whenever Mikleo gets angry, it always has something to do with Sorey” after merchants look at Sorey and think he’s a con artist Shepherd, then in a later skit comments that No, that’s not true Mikleo does get angry even when it doesn’t involve Sorey, then Sorey says, Nah, he’s not angry, just overreacting.

When the plot says Sorey and Mikleo were destined to be the Shepherd and Sub Lord all along :o :v :O

THEY ARE FRIGGIN MARRIED OKAY

BOTH OF THEM. FROM THE SAME VILLAGE. BABIES. RED STRING OF FATE AAAAAA

Sorey and Mikleo in a skit talking about how they’re not really affected by their past bc their real family now is Elysia. It’s a really quiet and sweet moment.

Zaveid in a skit doing flower fortune readings bc he’s worried that the group hates him bc he was all FIGHT ME! before, but Lailah cheers him up with her own flower fortune telling (‘Uh, your origami flower only has... one petal Lailah’) saying Zaveid is their friend AWWWW

GIVE ME THE HIDDEN LAILAH AND ZAVEID LOREEEEEE

gdi I know we see more Pacifist!Zaveid in Berseria but I want a sequel nowwwwww

Sorey and Mikleo having a final conversation under the stars

SOREY FILLS IN MIKLEO ON HIS PLAN breaking the trope of not telling his team that he’s going to save the world by disappearing

One of the main messages Zestiria delivers is how one person shouldn’t take all the burden on themselves and how Sorey learns to rely on other people

Like Lailah staying silent bc of her oath and how that pains her

Like Mikleo... forming a pact with Sorey.....

God I love Zestiria for breaking tropes everywhere

Did I mention how Alisha and Rose have such good platonic relationships with Sorey? Yeah and you can take out the romantic hinting and it is still a good relationship? Without any shoehorning of ‘forced het couple’?

Sorey calling back to the time he had to close his senses to get Alisha to hear Lailah, tying it back into the main plot!!!! :o GALAXY BRAIN

SOREY PUTTING DEZEL’S HAT ON IN THE STARRY SKY CUTSCENE AND ROSE AND ZAVEID TRYING TO TAKE IT BACK

How the hell is Muse alive and not, like, a hag

Love how the final part is Sorey going “I’ll defeat you with the power of friendship!! And this gun I found”

*flashback to AFOvsAll Might* Sorey: You thought it was over with that punch? I have TWO HANDS!!!!

Ok no lie the final fight was epic

THIS... IS MY EVERYTHING!!!!!!

fsdljfnsdkflsfs;fsf look all the seraphim went into the battle not expecting to live and Sorey went in fully expecting to kill his seraphim friends and prepared to KILL

Compared to the start when Sorey was full-out 'don’t kill hellions Zaveid how could you!!!!’, you can see how the darker themes shine here

What I wouldn’t give for a corrupted!Sorey though, I was expecting it bc of clips I saw on Youtube BUT IT NEVER HAPPENED!!! Lowkey sad tho. Would love an arc where Sorey gets overcome by malevolence and becomes, like a jerk, but as like a morally grey character not fully blown evil (like Jerk Rose ig)

The epilogue with everyone!!! The Lord of the Lands (yeah Uno is very pretty)!!! Lucas!!!! Sergei and Alisha!!! The little drawings in the credits detailing Sorey’s journey!!!! Awwww

Overall a happy ending for Sorey and friends which is GREAT

SMOL SOREY AND MIKLEO EXPLORING RUIN TRAPS AT THE END

oh god I swear they are lowkey married they just don’t mention it to anyone look if you go back and play the whole thing with that in mind NOTHING ABOUT THE PLOT CHANGES

Mikleo my friend you have too many cape thingys on your back PLEASE

The callback to Sorey catching Mikleo though is so cute. In the anime we get the callback to “So this is the world!” htgdgmfgmmmmgfg idk the anime is one hole I don’t want to explore rn

sfaljdfsdlf but yeah though the epilogue was nice and clean and up to reader’s imagination, I wished they expanded more on the epilogue (LET US SEE SOREY..... *fighting back tears*), at least THANKS TO THE ANIME we get to see post-Heldalf Alisha and Rose tho hnggggrrgh

*chanting* D-L-C, didn’t know they had a D-L-C

DLC

ROSALI VIBES jkahdfjksdfs give it all to meeeee

Rose and Alisha catfighting sjdnflsjdfadfhgnfghth THIS IS THE ICONIC ROSALI VIBE I SWEAR

Because of this, this DLC is now elevated to god standards

Edna and Lailah casually talking while Rose and Alisha roll in the background LMAOOOO

Rose must be the most unconventional Shepherd ever and that is GREAT

Bruh is Alisha wearing an abbreviated costume of Mikleo’s

Anyway she’s so cute in her DLC outfit!!!

Alisha ditching keigo is so. Very. Cute.

Alisha and Sorey: :) :D :)))

Alisha and Rose: Bitch. }:(  >:V

Love the girl’s party vibe, and how we get cameos of Zaveid and Mikleo (LET US SEE MORE DEVASTATED MIKLEO PLEASE....) along the way

Sadly no more DLC episodes :( wonder why that got axed, bc fans didn’t like it?

Overall I must say the Zestiria cast is awesome, I really like all the characters and how they are fleshed out very neatly with their own quirks and goals. Edna being god tier with her monotone sarcasm (she is QUEEN....), Zaveid being that dumbass that looks like a stripper (HIM.... baby...), Mikleo being ultimate waifu and how his comedic moments shine with Edna and everyone else when he’s being teased, Sorey being so pure and cute when he geeks out with Mikleo and how his character arc is just such a refreshing take on the hero archetype, Dezel with his stoicness Imma Get Revenge but also his cast knowledge and love for animals, Rose for exploring the side of reality in the malevolence in people’s hearts and her :3 smile and her determination to get things done and how she’s so different from Sorey which only brings out her charm, Lailah with her awful puns and eccentricity and quiet compassion. And uh, Alisha for being the bait-and-switch heroine but a decent character with her own personal goals that are separate from the main character. Sergei and Lucas are also very lovable.

As for the setting, Rolance and Hyland as two kingdoms seem a little small scale compared to lets say if they added one more kingdom, but seeing as this is a 2015 game I think the exploration map is pretty good (then I compare to Xenoblade Chronicles which came out in 2010 and just change the subject). Love the outside game mechanics Giant’s Fist, Wind Stepping and Water Shield (when Mikleo protects Sorey with that!!! And Sorey calls him out by saying he’s been practicing it for a long time... And you recall every time Mikleo asks Dezel and the other older seraphim to teach him stuff so he can get stronger to help Sorey and how 99.9% of his character revolves around Sorey). ‘That spinny mist thing sure gets the job done’ haha. 

Anyway, great game and plot, please go check out if you have time, esp rn since animes and other games coming out will be stalled it is a great time to check out older games aaaaaaa

[adrrianraines]

hi! i just started playing choices, and i wanted to hear your opinion on what books are worth spending diamonds for and what books aren't. thank you so much :))

hi there love, welcome to the fandom!! enjoy the circus! it gets rowdy but it’s entertaining– 🤡

i just wanna tell u that my opinion may differ from others so you’re free to seek other opinions too if you deemed my answer unsatisfacory ! so lemme list to u what books are worth to waste diamonds on and which ones are not in my opinion. the ones i might have not mentioned are probably in between or in the middle.

so, for diamond spending, if you’re kinda on the economic budget level of can afford to purchase some-many, then these books are the bomb and would definitely be worth your penny.

i. : bloodbound. pretty ironic huh considering i’m a bloodbound idiot myself. lmao. but it’s worth every penny if u haven’t farmed enough diamonds! also yes you can farm in this app. the reward system is pretty generous once u know how to utilize it. tho some LIs wouldn’t have an immediate diamond option while others have one almost immediately, just weigh whether u need to purchase it or not. the diamond scenes for each LI is equally compelling and incredibly worth it. what i do tho for the most efficient way of spending those ingame currencies is that i don’t buy all outfits. u don’t actually need it. some scenes may suggest but honestly? ive tried having the outfits and not having it and it’s not that much of a difference. i keep the diamonds to spend for important scenes such as the tapestries for back stories and some diamond scenarios that might be informative/entertaining. i’ve bought all diamond options for Adrian so sue me

ii. : the royal romance/heir. same thing with bloodbound. sure, the hair options are majestic. the outfits? have u seen other books release stylish outfits? i personally have not. it’s really magnificent. although sometimes pb milks it, if you’re smart & can live with letting down ur LI for not spending a penny on their vanilla smuts and group gatherings then you’re good to go! just spend it on important pieces of scenes/info that are being paywalled by pb for god knows what reason. trust me, you might be baited but not all diamond options are actually worth it. i love trr/trh don’t get me wrong but this bitch is poor so sure as heck not gonna spend my diamonds like a mad banshee on random shenanigans.

iii. : open heart. dear god. the backbone of all those reused faces in like whatever new book that comes out with pb as of late. jesus. btw the diamond options are worth it! i like to spend diamonds for my LI and some options that are needed by the plot. you’ll know which are those once u get to start the book! i just don’t buy anything related to appearances unless it’s necessary to the plot. pb ain’t gonna bait this broke bitch because if my LI truly loves me they’ll accept me even if i wear a garbage bag

iv. : platinum. okay? where should i begin? because u actually need diamonds in this book? hello? i started this book without spending diamonds and where did that take me? a broken guitar, missed opportunities and slow rising fanbase lmao. so please do yourself a favor, save up and check out walkthroughs on how to survive being a star without spending diamonds like crazy. there are actually various options available but u can check it urself so u will be guided. i made terrible choices with my brokeass here and let’s just not talk about that

v. : it lives anthology ( it lives in the woods & it lives beneath ) anyone who knew my ass will know that i’m so much of a cheapskate that i didn’t spend a single diamond on this godtier book and i survived just fine. u can check walkthroughs but i doubt it’ll be much of a help since most of the critical choices are timed and u need to use 200% of ur brain to survive this mess. lmao. okay not 200% but u get my point. ilitw requires to many diamond options to raise nerves of ur crew but u will be fine if u just spend it on important stuff. BUT SURPRISE BITCH LMAO EVERYTHING IS IMPORTANT OTHERWISE U R DEAD OR UR FRIENDS ARE DEAD LMAO. but in ilitw u can save the maximum survivors by just making all the right choices!

don’t even get me started on ilb. it lives beneath? THE BITCH DIES BENEATH. LIKE HOW– THE AUDACITY– i lost a fucking pinky because i was too much of a coward to spend my nonexistent diamonds. like how dare thee! lmao. just... just spend ur diamonds for this for the most critical and crucial circumstances. make the correct choices and then you’re good to live. it also has options on where u don’t need to spend diamonds but still making the correct choices under pressure either by timed or by confusion contributes greatly to this story.

vi. : nightbound. YES. YES PLEASE. nightbound is 100% worth to spend on. have u seen that hair? god i love that ombre color!! also uhhh please buy some weapons for ur own good lmao. and just be wise on where those diamonds are going. i always stick by a rule whenever it comes to spending ingame currencies– don’t buy if it’s not necessary to the plot. just purchase what is important, collect information to unlock scenes at the end and choose ur choices wisely. don’t die.

vii. : the elementalists. now. this book. GDI THIS BOOK. this is freaking diamond book???? whenever u spend ur day with ur LI gosh it will ask for diamonds. ( ily beckett dear but ur gf is a brokeass bitch & i cant always spend time with u picking flowers or hanging out with merpeople /crying obscenely ) there are diamond options here that are more important than the smexy scenes with ur LI. diamond options that will allow u to learn things and get equipments that will be ultra useful for the story and plot. what i love about this book is that it’s so personalized to the point that u might feel u truly r ur mc that’s why u might be compelled to purchase things such as outfits and etc but honestly? i went to the dance with the most lameass garb but still got to enjoy it just the same. but the diamonds you spend to learn new infos and heighten ur power? those are the most worth it tbfh. also some non diamond options are actually good than the diamond ones so enjoy familiarizing the world of brokeass people while playing. that’s just me telling u that since im broke i didnt get to glimpse those diamond options sob

viii. : a courtesan of rome. YOOOOOOO this book is wild lmao! i’m incredibly torn whether to tell u to waste ur diamonds for ur LIs or be frugal and choose wisely. follow ur heart while playing this. i absolutely loved how, even if not wearing the most delightful garbs, ACOR mc still kills it as a courtesan. u know what they say, true beauty shines even in the darkest places or the smarmiest set of clothes. she can wear a guard’s armor and she still be slayin. very pretty. i’m in awe.

ix. : perfect match. more like the perfect way to go broke lmao. honestly a god tier book. spend wisely and watch out for options that will ask u to spend diamonds to contribute to the plot. some options will ask u like honestly the other books so by now you know what to do. stay for the plot. it’s really great. and while u r playing please tell eros they suck. 😌

x. : mother of the year. i beg of you to spend ur diamonds on ur child please they deserve the world.

xi. : desire and decorum. honestly speaking i haven’t done that much diamond spending except for my upcoming wedding in book 3 so yes. same applies with what i said, look out and watch for options that will require u to spend but will provide u juicy information as a result. i haven’t bought a single outfit for my mc. i just bought diamond options for my LI and some for some important info and perhaps a bit of information for investigations.

xii. : ride or die: a bad boy romance. GOD. SPEND THOSE DIAMONDS. SPEND THOSE DIAMONDS 🚨🚨 THIS IS NOT A DRILL I TELL YOU. lmao jk but heyyyy god tier book with worth it purchases ! awesome character designs whispers mona eherm i’ll probably replay to try colt’s route since i’ve honestly only been all about mona for this book but yes. worth the diamonds ! in this book i have spoiled myself and honestly every diamond purchase with the mpc is super duper ultra worth it !

xiii. : books like wishful thinking, veil of secrets, endless summer, the crown and the flame are god tier books that are incredibly worth it for ur diamonds. trust me. tcatf actually has a point system where u can gain in game points and can choose whether to use it or use diamonds for certain options. honestly godtier. endless summer has an interesting way in gaining and losing nerve points and relationship points too! veil of secrets needs ur diamonds for investigation and clue finding and wishful thinking has a very unique premise. everything is worth it.

xiv. : i’m adding the freshman series because /zig ortega/ is worth every penny please and also HSS Class Act and HSS. if you’ve played pb’s highschool story which is a separate app then you’ll enjoy these books.

some books like AME and RCD will require u to spend diamonds for options and might demand it for the plot but i got through everything there and really u can play it without doing so.

honey please don’t spend diamonds for home for the holidays and sunkissed. please. i beg of you. unless u spend diamonds for eliana then fine forgiven but ugh. just please no.

the books i haven’t mentioned like RoE is something i honestly wouldn’t mind with or without spending diamonds. the story is just the same. some are paywalled options. leo’s options are actually interesting since it will shed some light for cordonia but i havent seen pb tackle it directly to the main trr series so idk about that.

others can add some info too to help our dearest friend here so if you must, feel free to jump the ship and add 💞✨

[johobi]

WYLEI 11 - submission

The following was a submission (rather than a series of asks) discussing the latest chapter, sent in by one of my lovely regulars, lie anon. As it’s quite long I’ll place it under a read more; if it doesn’t display, I’m really sorry!

Wow, Jo. There’s so much I want to say to you. First of all, thank you so much for writing WYLEI. It was 18K of goodness; a ride so wild that I don’t wanna ever come down. This chapter is filled with pain, misery, heartbreak, relief, love and lust - a diabolical cocktail (hehe) that you feed to us and we partake so gleefully. The wait for this chapter is so worth it, and thank you so much for working so hard on it. You’re such a gem! I’m sending you a submission so I don’t clog your inbox ><“ I’m sorry I’ve so much thoughts I want to share ><”

You’re so welcome!! I’m serious! You’ve been so patient and encouraging the whole way. And don’t ever apologise for ‘clogging’ my inbox, I’m always so happy to hear from you :)

I want to gush about many parts of the chapter, namely the smut and heartbreak and confession. Wait, that’s the whole story wtf gdi lie anon is whipped as fuck!!! Ok I’m gonna talk about the sad parts first. Good lord Y/N had to force herself to look away from Kook because those eyes are a mirage now, and it will transport her to places of pain and misery that she shouldn’t find, that doesn’t belong in the first place ugh can you hear the sound of my heart breaking into a million pieces… The promise of happier and blissful days ahead are now shattered by Kook’s deadly secret :( it fucking stinks because I was rooting for Kook and Y/N right from the start. “Like an inmate fleeing from some plush penitentiary of pain” what the fuck. Y/N doesn’t deserve this bullshit. All she did was love Kook and he broke her. Fuck JK, really. I’m so mad at him right now. He better have a fucking good explanation for what’s going down as The Biggest Fuckup in The History of Mankind, istg. Or I’ll personally strangle this stupid boy with my bare hands ugh ajksfhjsl fuck!!!

fhfhfh yes, looking into the eyes of someone you thought you knew (and loved) after such a horrific revelation must be so difficult. Like, that person kissed and said sweet nothings to you behind a mask of some sort, so it must feel like looking into a stranger’s face afterwards. That’s definitely how Y/N was feeling. dfjkdjkj he really better have the most redeemable of reasons for lying to her. Will you guys think it’s good enough tho?!

I was expecting him to run after Y/N, because that just felt so much like what he’d do but he didn’t. Was it because his fiancee was there? Y/N couldn’t bring herself to hate the woman ugh my child is so pure and I’m hurting all over again :( “I’m not going to chase you” and “I won’t give up” um, what in the fresh hell, really. Why is he so lax in his pursuit now? :(

He said he wouldn’t chase her just so that she wouldn’t trip and fall to her death down the stairs (so he does at least possess some humanity lmao). And he must have said that he wouldn’t give up, because, well… he turned up at her apartment later. And rang her in between. As I try not to offer too many insights into their minds, I will say it from a place of speculation: perhaps he understood that she needed to get away from him at that moment. She absolutely wouldn’t stop running. So he resorted to calling her, and then turning up at her apartment. I don’t think he wanted to run her into the ground (she was very clearly exhausted).

And Jo, the way you documented Y/N’s journey from the eighteenth floor to the ground floor was so intricate! Her thought processes, her inner monologue, her sense of self-worth diminishing… it really did a number to me because I actually felt pain as I read it. It feels as though Y/N’s blaming herself for this treachery, you know? :( that she felt she had bursted someone’s bubble when JK was the one who ruined everything with his own hands :( god, I’m in so much awe of what you can do with mere words. I’m unbelievably in love with the way you write. And the last sentence? A fucking cliffhanger. A fucking heartbreak to come once more. Why don’t you take my heart and run it over with a bulldozer since it’s broken already lmao.

;;;;;; i’m so glad you liked that!!!! I wanted it to be intense and breathless. Constantly repeating how tired/how much it burned to run, to emphasise it in your own mind. ‘Til you start feeling it yourself!! 

Yeah, Y/N has a tendency to blame herself for everything. She thinks she can’t keep Jungkook interested, must have only been an escape from his life on the upper crust, etc… he was helping to build up her confidence, but then he tore it all down again. I feel like she should take a leaf from actual BTS’ book and Love Herself first. :( People often can’t do what’s best for them, though, for various reasons.

Next, the confession. God, I loved it with every fibre of my ridiculous being. The rawness of it all. How it came gushing through her lips and to be met with equal fervour by Tae. The exchange was mesmerising - timid and shy yet bold and dauntless altogether. I appreciate the fact that Tae had to take some time to digest the information and that he responded in the way that he did. It did felt right, after all that shit he put Y/N through the years.

I got SO into writing that scene. I wanted it paced and worded perfectly, because that was the ‘big’ moment. The fic had been building up to it for 10 chapters. From all the feedback I’ve received, I feel like I was able to do it the justice it deserved, and I couldn’t be happier about it. ;;;; thank you so much. The tumult of emotion you mention is precisely how I wanted it to play out. It took some bold leaps into the unknown and neither know what’s on the other side, but they did it anyway.

The part where Tae found her in the old haunt was so heartwarming. The piggyback ride, that little trip down memory lane… it felt nice knowing that some things just don’t change with time. Tae’s conviction in getting even for Y/N’s sake had me melting into a puddle of goo and feels. He’s so protective over her ahhh omg where can I find me someone like WYLEI’s Tae!!!

THIS IS MY FAV BIT!!!! I imagined this from day one. T__T And it was so nice to put it down into words, finally. AND YASS PROTECTIVE TAE!! I’ll be honest I’m not one for hot-headed males IRL but in the realm of fic (and as long as they’re not psychotic), I enjoy a guy with a vengeful spirit. And you mention exactly why. The protectiveness. T___T ahhajwkh. 

Tae’s initial reluctance in not wanting to fuck Y/N in this state really had my heart soft and in a pulpy mess. He knew it wasn’t right because this one fuck might make things messy again. He didn’t want to fuck things up any further with Y/N because he loves her too much to put her through another shit show. It’s a small part nonetheless, but showed how much Tae loved Y/N even though it means going against her wishes at that point in time.

Yes!!!! That was hugely important to include!!! I feel, without it, I’d be getting far different responses to this scene. It was essential to demonstrate that Tae had learnt his lesson and really valued their friendship above all. That he doesn’t just think of her as a woman in an attractive body. 

I feel like this chapter mirrors chapter 9, for some reason? Perhaps it had to do with the culmination of buried feelings and emotions, primarily desire and longing. Passion that laid dormant and stifled for fear of ruining the present equilibrium, are now brought to life with a confession. That, I find, makes the scenes all the more emotionally charged and engaging. And all the smut with Tae… NOW TAKE OFF YOUR FUCKING PANTIES EVERYONE, IT’S TIME TO SCREAM!!!

You’re 100% right. The latter half, at least, is very much like 9. Y/N feeling desolate on the heels of the other guy, the lead-up banter, the actual act; it’s all very intimate; revolves around her and the respective guy in each chapter. And with a cliffhanger suggesting that you can’t just disappear into the arms of another and not pay the price.

“I want you to watch me undress.” > WHAT. THE. FUCK. Y/N is the epitome of Big Dick Energy, y’all!!! Fucking hell. The way she commanded Tae to watch her… WOW. I’m blown away with that power. That seductress side of her from before came out to play and I was unbelievably thrilled!!!

Hahaha, I guess, because I was writing her, I felt like her usual feistiness wasn’t behind that line. She was desperate to see some form of evidence that she was still desirable as a human being, so she put on a facade that normally comes very naturally to her. In this case it was pretty forced, and Tae saw through it quite quickly. Thank God, because I felt so awkward writing that bit. It really didn’t feel right to me.

“Fuck, all the times I’ve imagined you like this” > um, hello??? This is so fucking hot I’m sweating my fat ass off!!! Like Tae fina-fucking-lly gets to bone the living daylights out of Y/N and I can literally hear the utter desperation, the excitement, want and need in his deep, baritone voice as he says that? I’m not ok what the fuck is going on???

LOL you crack me up aklwjdawklj!! YES I had to cram in all his tasty one-liners about how much he’s thought about fucking her and in a myriad of ways bc gdi it’s hot and Tae is one horny man. With absolutely no reserve. IT’S SO HOT *fans self* 

“You have me” > um what the fuck, Jo? I legit died at this line??? I can only imagine the assertion and conviction in Tae’s voice when he said that??? He declared it once more to Y/N and I couldn’t breathe because /f e e l s/. Error 404: lieanon.exe not found (was dead in a ditch and now sending this from afterlife p.s. hell isn’t half as hot as the smut you write huehuehue).

aaaND THIS IS MY FAV OF HIS LINES DURING THE SEX STUFF!!! It’s just, like, it must be utter relief and happiness and desire flooding her hearing him say that. It’s all she’s ever wanted to hear from him. Instant crEAM. 

“Heaven was his practised teeth and tongue, pinching and suckling your collarbones to an inhuman shade. Like an overzealous pet he branded you with feral desire, mounting marks into stretches of unclaimed skin. ” > I got too much of a fucking kick while reading this because hickeys are fucking sexy and territorial so Y/N, WEAR THEM LIKE BADGES OF HONOUR. Ok seriously though where can I sign up for WYLEI’s Tae?!?!?!

ABSOLUTELY. HICKEYS FOR LIFE. I wanted to show how contrasting Jungkook and Tae’s approaches are in the bedroom, and Tae is far more aggressive (due to his confidence and experience). Plus he just freakin’ loves hickeys I guess. And as Y/N said, he’s aware ‘people’ will see them (Tae fights dirty lmao).

And that part when Tae fucked Y/N from the back AND pulling her while doing so? Mother of god that was SO. FUCKING. HOT. The mental imagery will never be lost on me, and it’s seared to the back of mind waiting to be revisited during /desperate/ times ahahaha FUCK. The tension and passion in that scene was palpable, and that taunting was sure as heck the cherry on top. Tae fucked Y/N through her squirting lmao let’s all hover over our damned bucket respectively because our panties are probably beyond soaked from that part istg my loins hurt and I need an ice pack gOD DAMMIT JO.

LMADOWNb i’m literally grinning from ear to ear reading this you are a tREASURE of the highest value. I’m glad you enjoyed that ;)))) my guidelines for going into this sex scene was: 1) it has to be passionate, 2) it has to be rough, 3) they both have to come quick the first time bc when you’re just THAT wound up about someone it’s hard to last long when you’re so impassioned and greedy. Plus I find something really hot about a fast ejaculation LMAO *sweats*. 

But you know what I find is the fucking sexiest part in the whole chapter? When Tae took Y/N’s hand and sucked her fucking fingers clean of her own juices wHAT THE FLYING FUCK JO WHAT THE ACTUAL /F U C K/ DID HE FUCKING LOOKED HER IN THE EYES AS HE DID SO?!?!?! I’M ASKING FOR A FRIEND ASHDFJKL I WILL NEVER BE OVER THIS PART.

you liked that the most!!!? Glad I included that then, that was just a spur of the moment thing I included while expanding the smut. He was v e r y hungry for her. ;)

AHHH I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS CHAPTER THE PAIN THE RAWNESS THE SMUT ASDAFFDSGL *incoherent yelling* uhm except i felt a little uncomfortable with the use of “oppa” it’s an overused trope “noona” is all good though i’m sorry please don’t hate me i love you :(

I had a couple of people ask about the oppa thing and honestly I had no idea that it had been sullied so much by kboos. After getting some feedback, including yours, I decided to change it to a much clearer ‘daddy’, after some thought on the matter. It’s probably the case that Koreans wouldn’t think to use their titles in such a way (correct me, anyone, if I’m wrong), as I was applying it with the vibe of ‘daddy’, and it’s probably not correct. So, just to be safe, I changed it. BTW I LOVE OVERUSED TROPES LIE ANON THIS WHOLE FIC IS BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS THE QUEEN OF TROPES!! NO-ONE CAN STOP MY TROPE-LOVIN’ ASS!!! Can I interest you in some enemies to lovers eventually…?! (the king of tropes)

……so yes, *deep breaths* I think I’m done screeching about chapter 11 and now it’s time to revisit everything once again. Or maybe 9034857494 more times. I’m positive I’ll find something new to scream about ahahaha yikes I’m really whipped lmao. I’m so invested in your fic that I’m actually terrified of the day when it comes to an eventual end sigh pie :( you write so very well, m’dear. WYLEI has made me cry, made me smile and made me high. You’re a talented storyteller, bubz, and I can’t convey enough gratitude to you for bringing us this amazing fic, Jo. I love you so very much!!! You’ve done extremely well, truly and definitely. Always delivering the best to us readers. Sending you plenty of love and good vibes always, m’love!!! Thank you once again! (and sorry for this long ass submission i’m the literal worst) xx lie anon ♥️🌻

Lie anon, you’ve written a veritable novel of yourself here to me, and I just want you to know how very, very grateful I am of how much time you spent collecting your thoughts and communicating them to me. I’ve never received such an essay (I mean that in the most affecionate of ways) in my inbox and it was a heartwarming read from start to finish. Thank you so much. And never be afraid to tell me of the things you dislike, as you did with the oppa kink. I’m always open ears. <333333

[j-yeonjeong]

Ray’s Route Good Ending?

hey. i just finished Ray’s route and i got a good ending. In this ending, there are lots of questions Cheritz left us without answers.

spoilers ahead. please dont continue unless you got at very least the normal ending. best if you got the good ending

i warned you and this is a final warning for those who havent seen the ending yet. please dont continue if you wish to avoid spoilers

To start, let me tell you that Seven’s and Saeran’s dad is a prime minister in Korea, Saejoong Choi. In secret 2, V’s, and Ray’s route, it was stated that the twins mom abused the twins but Saeyoung succeed to run away and became an informant in order to protect Saeran so that they wont be found by their dad. He wants the twins to be dead cause they are his illegitimate sons.

In day 9, after a chatroom at 23.13, there is a story mode about Seven. In that story mode, Seven was having a call with V.

Not long after that, there was a door bell and Seven thought it was Vanderwood. Well, it was him. However, Vanderwood was forced by someone from the government official, which was revealed to be Seven’s dad's boys, to get Seven. Then, soon Seven got kidnapped. He entered the chatroom to continuously type “V” and left without saying anything else. The RFA soon realised he was gone missing. Jumin’s intelligence units under Saeran’s order was looking for Seven and decided to tell the public about how nasty his father is. Saeran even hacked around 70ish websites and asked Jaehee to write a script for Zen to show in the video that will be on the news on day 11.

Also, around the end of day 10 too, V thanked RFA for everything they had done for Saeran and Seven. Then soon he said his goodbye and left. No one heard anything from him after that, unless for Jumin who got called by V and left afterward. It was then revealed that V went to Magenta and meet Rika again. He said he wanted to love Rika again but the conversation went like this.

Rika: I missed you, my love.. My sun! V: ..But now your sun might perish into a pile of ashes, Rika. Rika: That’s exactly what I want. Rika: No.. you had better turn yourself into ashes. Otherwise, I will incinerate you, V….

On day 11, at 12pm, the party time that has been postponed, or actually canceled, the prime minister crimes were proven and the whole RFA party went to the place where Seven was located, which is the twins' old house. Unfortunately, he was nowhere to be found. Saeran sure he’s not dead since Seven body wasn’t found anywhere. Then Saeran (probably) got hurt from visiting his old place and asked MC to go out.

The thing that makes this a good ending is that Saeran thanked MC, told her that he loved MC so much, and kissed her.

After that CG, there is another scene that took place a year and a half ago, the time when Rika asked Saeran’s mom to take care of him since his mom always drink instead of looking after Saeran. But the mom said no cause she thought Rika was one of the father’s sidekicks. Apparently his mom was holding a glass bottle so Rika asked he to put it down. Then his mom thought Rika had already killed Saeran which made her angrier.

Soon the screen became red and there was a sound of shattering glass bottle, that shows that Rika killed his mom. She said, “It wasn’t me. I didn’t… do this…”

The CG was then back to the present time and there were V and Rika in the twins old house. V asked her why she wanted to visit this place for the last time. She said, “This is where those children suffered… But this is also where my devil was begotten.”

V replied her by saying “In that case… I will incinerate this place myself, Rika.”

After that, there was an option whether we want to see the ending video or skip it. Then a “good ending” screen showed up.

To be very honest, I don’t understand anything in this good ending other than Saeran kissed MC

Cheritz left me hanging and brought me to question everything in this good ending

First, where is Seven? is he dead? or is he alive?

Second, did V and Rika commit suicide? or just V? Rika did say V should turned himself to ashes and V was willing to burn the house himself, and this rang a bell that V will kill himself. Well at least to me

Third, minor thing actually. Why RFA, V and Rika didn’t bump to each other? or perhaps the time was different?

ANYWAY THIS ROUTE IS SO GOOD YET SO DARK. ALTHOUGH IT BROKE MY HEART INTO PIECES TO SEE SAERAN WAS CONTROLLED AND TORTURED BY RIKA. BUT IM ALSO GLAD I CAN SAVE HIM FROM HER. BUT BOI, IM SO PROUD OF MYSELF. COMPLETING HIS ROUTE WITHOUT A SINGLE MISSED CHATROOM AAAAAAAAA

I HOPE CHERITZ WILL ANSWER MY QUESTIONS SOON IN RAY AFTER ENDING. AND COME TO THINK OF IT, WHERE IS V AFTER ENDING GDI CHERITZ

tbh i prefer V the most. To me, his route is the saddest compared to others. It hurt me so much to be mean to him in the beginning of Another Story in order to get Ray’s route. I can’t explain why, but I love V the most. Im sorry Saeran.

[fanfoolishness]

the hard work of being happy

Received a lovely prompt from @theboringbaker ! Thank you, I hope this fits the bill!  2220 angsty words of Varric x Hawke to follow.

Prompt????? So Varric / f!Hawke where Hawke is confiding some concerns about Anders' spiraling passion/obsession with mage freedom/destroying the templars being scary/too Justice-y and no longer Anders?? And Varric has a Hard Time with being the Trusty Sidekick?? I dunno maybe its requited and she realizes hes better for her or maybe its not and varric is sad?? Maybe around act 2/3 idk have fun I just love hawke/varric so much gdi this dwarf and his lovely garbage fire human 

Note: occurs the same night as this realization by Min Hawke.    The ending to this piece is also illustrated here.

The knock at Varric’s door was sharp, frantic.  It startled him awake, his heart hammering in his chest.  “Who is it?” he called, squinting towards the door in the dim light of the fading fire .  He sat up and threw off the covers, reaching for his tunic with one hand and Bianca with the other.

“It’s me,” Hawke called, her voice low and thick.  He stopped still.  He’d only heard her sound that way once before, the night Leandra died.  Fuck.

Varric left Bianca in her corner, fumbled with pulling his tunic over his head.  He shimmied into the previous day’s trousers and padded to the door in his bare feet, his head spinning with possibilities, none of them pleasant.  He undid the catches on the locks and pulled the door open.

Hawke was… well, she was a mess.  He could smell the alcohol on her even without her opening her mouth, and her makeup was smudged and streaked.  She dragged a hand beneath her eyes, wiping at tears, and blinked down at him.  “Varric,” she whispered.  “I’m so sorry.  I didn’t know who else to talk to.”

Varric took her by the arm, ushering her in and closing the door behind her.  He chucked a few more logs on the hearth fire.  “C’mon, c’mon.  It’s okay, Hawke.”  He led her to the table, took a seat beside her, his stomach roiling unpleasantly.  This was something bad.  “What’s going on?  Is it Bethany?”

Hawke shook her head, her dark hair like ribbons.  “It’s Anders,” she said, and brought her hands to her face, stifling a sob.  

“What happened?  Did he -- is he all right?”

“Yes, yes, he’s at home, asleep,” she choked out.  She lowered her hands, sniffing as she attempted to compose herself.  “He doesn’t know I’m here.  He fell asleep tonight after we fought again, and I drank the wine I had at home, and I didn’t have anything else, so I came here and I drank more and then the bartender threatened to kick me out which I very much did not appreciate and I -- I came to see you instead.  I’m sorry.  I can go.”

Varric reached out, laid his hand over hers.  Just for a moment.  Not too long; he knew he shouldn’t linger, should only stay just long enough to let her feel his worry.  He pulled away, crossing his arms.  “Hawke.”

She gazed at him.  “Varric.”

“Talk to me,” he said.  “I want to help.”  And he did, yeah, wanted what was best for her like any friend would, wanted her to be happy.  He closed his eyes for a moment, fighting back jealous fantasies of helping her realize who she truly loved, declaring his feelings for her, riding off into a Kirkwall sunset (or walking, since horses were terrible).  

Stupid shit, really.

He opened his eyes and saw no fantasies, just Hawke tired, frightened, needing his help.  “You can tell me anything, Hawke.”

She smiled at him, and even if it was faint and watery, it was something. “I’ve been so grateful for you, Varric.  You’ve never let me down.”

“Well, there was that time in the Fade,” he began with a grin.

She waved a hand at him.  “No, no, it’s all right, all my friends are terrible people, I understood perfectly.”  

“You want to talk?”

“Yes.”  She heaved a great sigh.  “We’ve been having trouble for a while.  Anders is secretive now.  I know for a fact he’s lied to me more than once.  I’ve been getting so lonely, so angry, and tonight I finally admitted to myself….”  She stared past Varric, focusing on the distant wall.  “I think he might do something terrible.  He’s sick, somehow.”

“Like possession shit?  Like Justice gaining control?” asked Varric.

“Not exactly; at least, I don’t think it’s Justice directly.”  She was pensive, calmer now, considering.  “I don’t know.  It’s like something in his head, in his mind, that’s still him -- but it’s all mixed up.  Some days he’s so grandiose, so certain he’s going to save the world.  He doesn’t sleep then; he just writes all night or spends the night in the clinic helping people or… sometimes I’m not sure where he goes.   And some days his mind is so dark, Varric, like I’m afraid to look down into it for fear it’ll steal all the light I have, and he sleeps and sleeps like a dead man, and when he does wake I find him crying in the study, and he’s so lost --”  She reached out and grabbed his hand, squeezing it hard enough her knuckles whitened and his hand throbbed.  “I don’t know how to help him!”

Her hand was warm and strong as it squeezed the life out of his palm.  Hawke hastily pulled it back.  “Don’t know my own strength sometimes,” she said, fidgeting with her fingers.

Varric gave her a wan smile and rested his head in his hands, thinking.  Forget about Blondie, Hawke.  He’s no good for you, not like this.  Wouldn’t you rather have someone without all that baggage, someone with his shit together?  A best friend, perhaps?  Just a thought.  He let out a long breath from his nose, his lips thinning.  

He knew the advice he’d give if it was anyone else.  Not happy anymore?  Talk it out or leave, end of story.  But this was Hawke, this was Min fucking Hawke, and how the hell could he trust himself to be objective?  The fear nagged at him that no matter what he said, no matter what came out of his mouth, that it would be angling to push her into his arms.  Unfairly.  Selfishly.

He knew he could do it, too.  Had done it before.  Bianca’s letters, triple-locked and booby-trapped, were hidden in the secret drawer of the chest that sat two feet away.  Damning proof of a love that only worked through cheating, subterfuge, lies.  The difference was that Varric and Bianca had always been alike that way; something he’d loved in her, something he’d hated in himself.  The ends justified the means, didn’t they?

Hawke’s hands were dirty in a hundred different ways, but not this one.

He spoke haltingly.  It was suddenly very important that he get it right.  “Couple of questions for you, Hawke.  If you want my advice.”

“And I do.  I very much do.  You always know just the right thing to say,” Hawke said, staring hopefully at him.

Yeah, that one hurt.  “Question one.  You still love him?”  He stumbled over it.  His mouth didn’t want to make the words.

“Yes,” she said, and there was sudden fire in her, flaring determination, brilliant passion.  In the flickering light from the hearth, shadows deep beneath her brows and cheekbones, she was damn formidable.  He nodded, mostly to himself.

“So... you definitely want to fix things.  And he still loves you?”

On this she was less certain, taking a moment to answer; it tore at him.  If it was me, she’d never have to wonder.  “He tells me every day, even when we’re… distant.  I think so.  I -- I hope so.”

“Have you told him what you just told me?”  He leaned back in his chair and counted the beams of the ceiling, hoping to find some resolve among the sight of wood and plaster.

“Not exactly.  No.  I’ve only just started to put it into words tonight, what I’m feeling, why I’m angry.  Why I’m scared,” said Hawke.  “Hence the wine.  And the ale.  And the whiskey.”  She hiccuped.  “Maker’s balls, that is not how I meant that sentence to end.”

“Shit, Hawke, I hope you had some water.”

She waved a hand at him.  “A little.  I’ll be fine.”

“So… first thing, I’d say you need to tell him.  Tell him how you feel, tell him what he’s doing wrong by you and give him a chance to fix it.  Second thing, have you asked him how you can help him?”

She was quiet for a minute.  He looked back at her, saw her brushing her hair back away from her face.  “Yes and no.  I -- perhaps not exactly.”

“So ask him.  Hopefully he’ll tell you.  But Hawke, listen to me.”

Hawke leaned in.  This close he could see her eyelashes, kohl smudged onto them; he could see a faint scar on her chin he wasn’t sure he’d ever noticed before.  Her mouth was pink, pulled sharp to one side in concentration.  Get it right, dwarf.

“Third thing, have you asked him if he wants to be helped?”

She pulled back, suddenly bristling, shoulders squaring.  “What kind of a question is that?  Of course he would want help.  Why wouldn’t he?”

Varric held up his hands, heart beating more quickly.  “I don’t know, I don’t know.  But I think you have to ask.  Just a feeling.”

Hawke frowned, troubled, swaying slightly in her seat.  “Why wouldn’t he --” she said, trailing off.  She sighed.  “All right.  I’ll ask him.”

Varric spoke again, this time before he could help it, a question that he knew he shouldn’t be the one to ask.  He asked it anyway.  He couldn’t seem to control his voice -- did he really sound that way, so plaintive, so open?  “Are you happy with him?”

She scrubbed at her eyes with her hands, fighting back tears again.  “I don’t know anymore, Varric,” she whispered.

“Then you don’t have to stay.”

The suggestion hung heavy between them, thicker than the firesmoke or the darkness at the edges of the room, beyond the light’s touch.  For a moment, neither of them spoke.  For a moment, he knew, he knew, that he had revealed everything, dropped his cards face up into her lap, might as well have gone ahead and breathed into her ear I love you, Min --

Then the moment broke.  Hawke tilted her head to one side.  Leaned back, regarding him.  “I know.”  She took a deep breath.  “But if anything happened, if I left without trying and he hurt himself -- I could never live with myself, Varric.  Like I can’t forgive myself for Mum.  And Carver.  And Bethany.”

“Bethany’s fine,” he tried to protest.  “It wasn’t your fault she got sick.”

“Being in the Wardens isn’t fine.  Not for Bethany.  If I hadn’t brought her down there, she’d still be here with me, not far away and hating the nightmares and the killing and the darkness.  And as for Mum and Carver, if I could have done anything to save them, Varric, I would.  If I can save Anders, if I can save the man I love, then isn’t a little unhappiness worth it?”  She was panting now, luminous in the firelight.  

Varric just looked at her.  The man I love.  The words thundered, roaring in his ears.  Right.  Right.

He smiled at her.  Hoped she didn’t see the tremor in it.  Hoped she could understand that he only ever wanted her to be happy.  And if this was what she wanted —

“There’s our Hawke.  Fierce as hell.  So go get ‘im.”

She softened.  “I know you told me it wasn’t a good idea to be with him.  I know you’ll say you told me so—”

Sure, if he was dead set on scoring points, he could say something to that effect.  But the anguish in her eyes was real.  Red-rimmed and miserable, they held a pain that made him ache to his bones.   He swallowed.

“No. I’d never say that to you, Hawke.  Not on something like this.”

“Mind you, you’re probably right.”  She was rueful.  “Still, I have to do this.  I have to try.  So if it goes sideways, thanks for not rubbing it in.”  She pulled her chair close to his, and leaned toward him.  Before he realized what had happened, she was hugging him hard.  She trembled against him, warm and soft and grasping, her hands clinging to his back as if she was drowning.  

He raised his arms and pulled her closer.  She exhaled, slowly, her breath warm and whiskied against his cheek.  He buried his face in her shoulder, reached up to stroke her hair, gently smoothed it with an unsteady hand.  

Romantic scenes flashed through his head, shit he’d dreamed of, foolishly, in lonely moments.  The great reveal.  The heartfelt confession.  Her smile, spreading slowly into a delighted beam, imagined a hundred times, a thousand.  The feel of her mouth against his, the feel of her skin against his --

But he held her still and safe against him, and their chests rose and fell together, and he kept his big mouth shut.  There might be a moment, someday.  

It wasn’t tonight.

She left a few moments later, mostly sober now, still apologetic, Varric assuring her she had nothing to apologize for.  She closed the door behind her, and Varric sat there in his chair in front of the fire, its heat stifling even though the embers had begun to die.

He should get up, he told himself; shouldn’t dwell.  He hoped she could find what she needed.

He didn’t get up.  His only movement was to bring his hand to his face, fingers curled along his jaw, palm pressed tight over his lips, thumb gripping his cheekbone hard.  His eyes burned, but it wasn’t from the smoke.

He sat there, staring into the flames until they blurred.  He sat there a long time.

[pacman-tattoo]

finally [michael m. x canigula!reader]

( I just had the most embarrassing experience... So I thought it would be perfect if I requested it as a Michael x reader. So the reader has a crush on Michael and gives him hints. When they are alone. The reader tries to kisses his cheek and does it wrong and is completely embarrassed. Michael then tries to help her by kissing her on the lips. So just make it awkward at the failed kissing the cheek part and then super fluffy at the end. Sorry I just... I need to relive this in my musical world... )

(honestly still big mood like i feel u nonny)

also combined with:

( Oooooo what abt Christine and Reader are siblings and Christine tries to set up Michael and reader??? O: )

also whats this?? tris actually posts a thing??? it’s more likely than u think

warnings: none except its not the best but its not the worst thing i’ve ever written

      Christine wasn’t one to meddle in your business - especially when said business was your love life. It wasn’t her place to sit around and talk about cute people that she could secretly set you up with or anything of the sort. But when it became devastatingly obvious neither you or a certain headphones-wearing boy weren’t going to make the first move despite the obvious feelings that were fluttering between you, she decided to take matters into her own hands only slightly.

      And by slightly, she meant she was going to push you two together the best she could and pray that maybe one of you would actually realize there’s something there.

      So when the opportunity arose of you needing someone to tutor you in math, Christine told you she had just the person since she was too busy with rehearsal for the school’s musical. You were glad - you really needed a tutor and you really did trust Christine if she had someone immediately come to mind. After all, she had plenty of friends there would definitely be a couple who were good at precalculus-

      And Michael Mell was standing at your front door. When Christine said she had a friend, you didn’t expect it to be Michael of all people.

      He smiled at you and you swore you felt your cheeks become warm - he’s so cute, this isn’t fair. “Hey, [y/n]! Christine said you needed help with precal?”

      You nodded slowly, before mutely stepping out of the doorway for him to come in. He brushed past you as he did and you swore your heart skipped a beat. You shut the door before turning to Michael,  “I just... it’s kind of dumb and I don’t wanna fail the next test but I just... can’t wrap my head around any of this.”

     “No problem,” Michael said, sliding his backpack off of his shoulder, “Jeremy’s terrible at math, so I’m kinda used to tutoring him.”

      You smiled a little. “We can work in the dining room,” you said, motioning to the open doorway, “just lemme grab my notes ‘n stuff.”

      He didn’t have a chance to respond because you were upstairs and texting Christine the moment you were sure you were out of sight.

      [y/n]: when u said u had a tutor for me

      [y/n]: i didnt know u meant michael 

      christine: ? 

      [y/n]: omg christine please

      [y/n]: CHRISTINE PLEAS E

      christine: Can’t talk, at play rehearsal

      [y/n]: gdi

      You frowned as you swung into your room, grabbing your bag from the floor and tossing it onto your bed. You unzipped your bag quickly, searching for the blue binder that held all of your precal notes and worksheets - some of which you might have left undone - before returning downstairs to where Michael was now sitting, back facing you. Alright. You would be fine. It’s just Michael. Just Michael. Michael who you’ve had a crush on since freshman year and Michael who would smile at you in the hallway and told you that you looked cute and probably wasn’t even into you because he probably liked someone else who wasn’t awkward or-

      You pressed your lips together. Precal. Math. Grades. Right.

      Michael came by the next day. And the day after that. And the day after that - partially because you were caught up in the fact that he’d chew at the end of his pen when he was concentrating sometimes and you’d kind of start staring at his lips because wow he has pretty lips and he’s just really pretty, is that weird? Are boys allowed to be pretty - what kind of a question even is that? Definitely. Michael was fucking gorgeous. 

      And then he’d ask you a question. And you had to look down at the paper and admit you didn’t know or just kind of acknowledge that he asked something and one time he asked if you understood everything and you only said sure before he smiled and packed up his stuff and left and you didn’t know shit. So Christine would come into your room and ask how studying with Michael went with this little tone of voice as if maybe you two had been up to something else instead of studying - which, was silly because that’d never happen because Michael’s not into you - and then she saw you were stressed and confused over math. Fuck math. Math is terrible sometimes.

      So then the doorbell rang and you’d be there and you knew it was Michael because he had this habit of knocking anyway, steady in a one-two beat. He’d walk in, you’d offer him something - a snack, maybe a can of whatever soda you had tucked away in some corner of the fridge - and then the two of you would sit and work on math until one or both of you got tired. It was usually laid-back and the two of you would crack jokes and sometimes his hand would brush against your own and it was small but it still grabbed your attention. 

      Then you had a precal test on Wednesday. Your nerves were bundled and you shoved your feelings aside the next time you saw Michael. You tried to ignore the little glances he kept giving you, until finally his hand was on yours. You looked away from your notes, meeting his eyes for the first time that evening.

     “You alright?”

      You nodded. “Just... nervous. About the test.”

     “Don’t be. You’re smart,” he smiled a little.

     “I just... I don’t want to fail. Not after all this studying.”

     “You won’t.”

      You frowned, before speaking again, “I just... I dunno. I don’t wanna disappoint anybody.”

      Michael didn’t speak at first, only staring at you. He ran his thumb over the back of your hand, “well... you’d try, right?” You nodded slowly. “So... you wouldn’t disappoint me.” He quickly followed up his statement, “-or Christine, or Jeremy or anyone. We’d be proud.”

      You smiled at him. “Thanks, Michael. You’re sweet.”

      Your test went about as well as you’d expect it. You finished and immediately regretting it and already started to make up plans for how you’d live your life after becoming a failure. The usual with tests, even if you knew everything on it because that felt too easy? It couldn’t have been that easy, right?

      But you saw Michael in the hallway and he broke away from Jeremy and Christine to greet you.

      “How’d you do?”

      You shrugged. “I don’t wanna jinx it.”

      He smiled. “Alright. Hey, uh,” he glanced back to Christine and Jeremy, “you wanna grab lunch with us? Take your mind off the test.”

      You nodded. What a sweetheart.

      Wait.

      A sweet friend.

      That’s what you meant.

      Totally.

      Michael is your friend because Michael doesn’t have feelings for you even though you would definitely be fine if he had feelings for you but he doesn’t because he’s Michael.

      No matter what Christine implies.

      “Did you enjoy lunch with Michael?”

      You looked over to Christine, who had her eyes pinned to the road, and a smile peeking through the little mask she put on whenever she talked about Michael. “You say that like you and Jeremy weren’t there.”

      “We-ll...” She drew out the word.

      “Christine.”

      “You two talked a lot.”

      “Christine.”

      “I mean, Jeremy and I kiinda sat there.”

      “Michael doesn’t like me like that.”

      Christine only smiled. “Everyone’s coming over for movie night on Friday.”

      You looked out at the passing houses, leaning against the door. “Your turn?”

      “Yeah.”

      “Alright. I’ll lock myself in my room or something.”

      “You could join us, if you want,” she said, drumming her fingers against the steering wheel, “no one would mind.”

      “They’re your friends,” you shrugged.

      “Michael’s your friend. And Jeremy.”

      You only shrugged again. “Maybe.”

      The sound of a paper being slapped onto your desk brought you out of a daydream you managed to escape to. You looked up, your teacher already desks away as you looked down to the sheet, slowly turning it over.

      An eighty-seven. You made an eighty-seven, holy fuck that was better than what you expected. You’d thank Michael. You had to thank him, especially considering he was sweet and reminded you that you did your best.

      So when you saw him after school, you took off running toward him, calling out his name as you approached him. You threw your arms around him, not giving him a chance to process what was happening as you roughly pressed your lips again his cheek - a little too hard and a little too fast and -fuck he probably hated you but you brushed it off as you bounced back.

      “Eighty-seven!” You cheered, grinning from ear to ear. he stared at you, before smiling and realizing just what you’d been talking about before he pulled you back into his arms.

      “Dude! That’s amazing!”

      You drew away after a few moments. “Sorry.” He stared at you. “The uh... cheek. Sorry, that probably hurt you or something, fuck, I just- I’m not really good at kissing boys - or people in general or-”

      He was laughing. It was small and short and soft but it was still a laugh

      “I’d like to see you do better, Michael,” you frowned, looking away.

      He chuckled this time. “I... could help you.”

      You looked up and you were positive your face was burning. “What?”

      His lips were quick and soft against your own, and before you knew it he was already steps away and apologizing because wow he kinda had been wanting to do that for a while-

      “It’s fine,” you said softly, “I... kinda wanted that, honestly-" You decided to go for it. Now or never. “I’ve... kinda liked you for a while.”

      “Really?” he said, voice breaking a little as he smiled, “I, uh... think you’re cute.”

      You only smiled in return, unsure of what to say other than

      "Finally. Thought you two would never admit it to each other.”

      “Jeremy? You knew?” Michael said, as his friend approached.

      “It was pretty obvious.”

      “What?”

      “... We all kind of knew?”

      “Oh my god.”

[the-monkeyonyourback]

MY BFF TAGGED ME SO I’M DOING THIS, I’M NOT TAGGING ANYONE, DO IT IF YOU FEEL INCLINED xoxo

WHAT WAS YOUR…

1. Last beverage: cherry sprite

2. Last phone call: summit, for like four hours bc life’s been crazy

3. Last text message: to my mom, from konner

4. Last song you listened to: she - dodie clark

5. Last time you cried: the other day bc i watched moana and got emotional?

HAVE YOU…

6. Dated someone twice: yee

7. Been cheated on: what fool would cheat on perfection?

8. Kissed someone & regretted it: uhm...oh...yeah.

9. Lost someone special: of course

10. Been depressed: WELCOME TO JESS

11. Been drunk and threw up: no bc it doesn’t look like fun

LIST THREE FAVOURITE COLOURS:

12. BLUE, always blue

13. purple

14. orange

IN THE LAST YEAR, HAVE YOU:

15. Made a new friend: yes and i love and appreciate them all

16. Fallen out of love: finally yes, and fallen more in love with myself

17. Laughed until you cried: like seventeen times today alone

18. Met someone who changed you: everyone has an effect on me, so yeah probably

19. Found out who your true friends were: yeah i have like two constants and everyone else is expendable lol

20. Found out someone was talking about you: i’m not that interesting so no

21. Kissed anyone on your FB friend’s list: i kiss my pals when i drink, i also friend them

GENERAL:

22. How many people on your FB friends list do you know in real life: i have met all of them at some point, but i certainly haven’t talked to most of them in years

24. Do you have any pets: i have friends who have pets so i steal their pets

25. Do you want to change your name: yes.

26. What did you do for your last birthday: took care of my drunk roommate, went to class, ate some ice cream cake

27. What time did you wake up today: uh....sometime 

28. What were you doing at midnight last night: with my friend at the hospital making sure she isn’t pregnant lol 

29. Name something you CANNOT wait for: see my family, an apology i’ll never get, a fucking nap

30. Last time you saw your Mother: september third, and i miss her a fucking lot

31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: feeling valid in every part of me.

32. What are you listening to right now: asmr videos bc i was gonna sleep

33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom?: uncle tom, what a dude. also my brothers’ dad. also a dude.

34. What’s getting on your nerves right now: my roommates for various reasons but i also love them a lot

35. Most visited web page: facebook

37. Nickname: blue, does jess count if that’s all i go by? (literally don’t call me jessica tho lmao)

38. Relationship Status: what is that?

39. Zodiac sign: virgo

40. Pronouns: they/them. gotta start making that clearer rip

41. Elementary: rockway public school

42. High School: eastwood collegiate institute, integrated arts program (strings + drama)

43. College: sault college, nsw

44. Hair colour: BLUE and also brown shaved sides

45. Long or short: short

46. Height: 5′6 and a half

47. Do you have a crush on someone?: lol yeah constantly fml

48. What do you like about yourself?: resilience i think.

49. Piercings: i’m sure my ears have closed up by now. i want more but my face disagrees

50. Tattoos: treble clef, some of a space sleeve, everything, way more in my head; 4 stick and poke in memoriam 

51.Righty or lefty? lefty and proud, but gdi it’s a struggle

FIRSTS:

52. First surgery: wisdom teeth I guess. 

53. First piercing: ears, age seven

54. First best friend: molly. i miss how simple things were then

55. First sport you joined: softball. still love it

56. First vacation: uhm...no idea the first. my parents always took us all sorts of places and made us appreciate every experience they gave us

58. First pair of trainers: pink shoes that tied up that i could not tie up. the frustration

RIGHT NOW:

59. Eating: nothing

60. Drinking: nothing (wow such health)

61. I’m about to: hopefully sleep for a sec before doing some chapter notes

62. Listening to: still asmr. i am obsessed 

63. Waiting for: shit to stop being crazy so i can focus on school again. fuck

YOUR FUTURE:

64. Want kids?: fost/adopt prob

65. Get Married?: YEAH i fucking love love

66. Career?: i just wanna help people in any way i can

WHICH IS BETTER:

67. Lips or eyes: eyes

68. Hugs or kisses: hugs

69. Shorter or taller: both are great. you look good

70. Older or Younger: either within reason

71. Romantic or spontaneous: spontaneous romance? but also just romance, ugh i’m so gay

72. Nice stomach or nice arms: seriously, you look good and you also have a stomach and arms and both are nice.

73. Sensitive or loud: sensitive. i’m loud enough for seven people

74. Hook-up or relationship: relationship goes back to that loving love thing

75. Trouble-maker or hesitant: uhm idk?

HAVE YOU EVER:

76. Kissed a stranger: nope

77. Drank hard liquor: yeah boi loves the hard shit

78. Lost glasses/contacts:constantly omg

79. Sex on first date: not for me

80. Broke someone’s heart: yep.

81. Had your own heart broken: yep. broken my own heart too.

82. Been arrested: that involves doing shit

83. Turned someone down: i actually don’t know, don’t think so

84. Cried when someone died: yes

85. Fallen for a friend: YEP

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

86. Yourself: trying my best to. ask me on a good day

87. Miracles: i don’t know, haven’t thought about it too much

88. Love at first sight: omg i’m the worst, yes absolutely 

89. Heaven: i really really want to

90. Santa Claus: no but i will sell it to the children

91. God: i believe in something.

92. Angels: i don’t think so.

well this has been a blast, thanks clare for making me do this at 3am bc who needs sleep lmao. do it if you want to, i love reading more about people and i hope you enjoyed getting to know a smidge about me

[monabela]

HA @kuzeykirkland I sAID I would do it even if I do have a billion other things  ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ here is an answer to this masterpiece that made me wake up my family members in the middle of the night. Luca Discourse(tm) Pt II, if you will. ft robul being idiots and lux’s dog.

likewise, based on the coincidence of @kuzeykirkland and me each giving half of the luxmold duo the name Luca, I present

Luca vs Luca! The Horror!!

characters/pairings: Luxembourg (Luca Morgens, courtesy @kuzeykirkland)/Moldova (Luca Rotaru), Bulgaria (Stefan), Romania (Dragos), Netherlands (Martin), Belgium (Manon)

word count: 1830 summary: Luca Morgens is very confused when he receives a text message from an unknown sender who knows his name. It’s not as creepy as it seems.

Unknown [14:35] Luca just so you know your brother decided it would be a great idea to get himself admitted to the hospital AGAIN

“What?” Luca whispers, holding his phone away from his face as if that will cause the message to make any more sense. Something’s wrong with Martin? But – again? And who is this?

Luca [14:40] What’s wrong with him? And who is this?

Unknown [14:41] This is stefan! Sorry ha he just tripped over someones dog he will be fine Unknown [14:41] Im waiting for him

That did not help. Does he even know a Stefan? Does Martin know a Stefan? It’s not unlikely, Luca decides. His brother has many acquaintances he’d rather not get too close to. Whoever this Stefan is, he’s probably alright, if he went to the hospital with him. The man probably got his number from Martin, then. He decides to take the non-explanation in stride and quickly types a message back.

Luca [14:43] Okay, thank you. Should I come over? Or does he need anything?

Unknown [14:44] Nah hes ok. Im gonna tell him to send a message or call when hes out alright

Luca [14:45] Alright. Thanks again!

He decides to add the unknown number to his contact list as ‘Stefan’, just in case. It’s odd, certainly, that Martin would give this man his phone number; they aren’t that close when it comes down to it, but it’s also strangely flattering. Maybe he should let their sister know… Ah, it will be alright. Martin can call her later. It doesn’t seem to be very serious.

Tripped over someone’s dog… How ridiculous. Luca goes back to work.

Later, after dinner, he calls Martin, because Luca hasn’t received a message from him yet and is starting to get a little worried. His brother is not the sort of person who forgets things like that. Perhaps the Stefan person forgot to tell him.

“Luc, hey. What’s up?”

Well, he sounds fine.

“Hello, Martin. I just wanted to ask if you’re alright now. After this afternoon.”

There is a long pause on Martin’s end of the line, some crackling.

“What do you mean?” he asks after a while. “What happened this afternoon? Are you alright? Is Manon alright?”

“What?” Luca shakes his head in confusion. “I’m more worried about you. You were at the hospital, weren’t you?”

Martin makes a confused noise. “No? I was at work.”

This time, it’s Luca who is silent for a while. He absentmindedly pats his dog on the head where she is lying on the couch next to him in a little ball of fluff.

“Do… Do you know a Stefan?” he eventually asks.

“No,” Martin says decisively. “Luca, what’s going on?”

“I am not sure. I’ll get back to you on this, Martin.”

They say their goodbyes, and Luca puts his phone away, then picks it back up.

Luca [22:20] Stefan, how is my brother?

He puts the phone away and wants to start a film, but there is a buzz quickly.

Stefan [22:22] Hes fine why do you ask Stefan [22:22] Did he not send a message Stefan [22:23] What an idiot I told him

Mildly affronted at this stranger calling his brother an idiot, Luca begins to type a reply, then pauses. Maybe it isn’t Martin they’re talking about here. Maybe someone else’s brother was at the hospital, and this Stefan got the wrong number off him… But then how did he know Luca’s name?

Luca [22:25] Which hospital was this, by the way?

Stefan [22:25] HBU hospital Stefan [22:26] He says he did send you a message

That is the hospital in this city. A bit of a mystery, it seems. What is the best way to find out what’s behind this? He chews on his lower lip thoughtfully.

Luca [22:27] Did he also send Manon a message?

Stefan [22:27] Manon? Whos manon should I be jealous hah

Oh. No, definitely not Martin. He would never have mentioned Luca and not Manon, for one, and apparently, this Stefan is far better acquainted with the… Mysterious not-Martin person than Luca previously thought. He would know if Martin had a boyfriend. Probably. Perhaps.

Stefan [22:28] Dra says hes never met a manon and to ask if shes your girlfriend

Luca can’t help himself.

Luca [22:28] Dra?

Stefan [22:29] Luca youre not the only one allowed to call him dra Stefan [22:29] Dont change the subject! Is manon your girlfriend

Luca [22:30] Manon is my sister.

There is a long pause. Luca waits, amused despite himself. He tries to recall if he’s given his number to anyone whose nickname could be Dra, but he’s coming up empty. A Dragomir, maybe? Drake? Unlikely. Then again, sometimes details about his Saturday nights do get rather hazy.

Stefan [22:34] I thought wed covered all the rotarus by now gdi Stefan [22:35] After I met your weird cousins last summer Stefan [22:35] How many of you ARE THERE

It seems to be quite serious between Stefan and… Dra Rotaru, if he has met the extended family already. The name Rotaru rings a vague, distant bell, but Luca isn’t sure where it is. He opens his laptop and types a reply while Facebook loads.

Luca [22:37] Stefan, I’m afraid I’m not the person you think I am. My name is not Luca Rotaru, nor can I recall ever having met anyone by that name.

Stefan [22:37] Hold on WHAT

With any luck… Yes! There is only one Luca Rotaru on Facebook. Biting his lip, Luca clicks on his profile. Lives in the same city as him, check. They’re about the same age, too, Other Luca a year younger than him. On the about page, he finds a Dragos Rotaru among the guy’s family members, but his profile picture is too tiny on the screen to be recognizable, and Luca clicks back, not wanting to be creepy.

Although – guiltily, he selects the Other Luca’s profile picture. The guy seems to be his polar opposite in appearance, with dark hair that falls across his shoulders, obscuring what seems to be a duffel coat. He is smiling widely in the picture. His lower lip is pierced twice, and his eyes seem to sparkle. Is that eyeliner?

Oh, but he’s attractive. Luca swipes his own blond hair out of his face, hand hovering over the touchpad of his laptop.

Stefan [22:40] Luca hey Stefan [22:40] Or not luca idk

Without thinking any more about it, Luca sends his namesake a friend request.

Luca [22:41] My name is Luca, but my last name is not Rotaru. Maybe you should ask Dragos if he’s ever met any other Lucas.

Another long pause. Luca idly refreshes Facebook a few times and scratches his dog underneath the chin. He does hope he got the name Dragos right. It doesn’t seem unlikely that he met the man in question while going out and broke his own rule about not giving out his phone number. If he looks anything like his brother… Even Luca Morgens is not the most conscientious person when he’s drunk enough. That doesn’t clear up why Stefan would mistake one Luca for the other, though.

Stefan [22:44] I love dragos but I also really fucking hate him Stefan [22:45] WHO THE FUCK saves their brother as Poophead in their contacts Stefan [22:45] DRAGOS ROTARU THATS WHO Stefan [22:46] Oh just send Luca a text his number is in my phone he says Stefan [22:46] Im really sorry about this man

Luca laughs at the messages arriving in quick succession of one another.

Stefan [22:46] I mean I thought it was weird that you asked who I was Stefan [22:47] But you know, new phones

At the same time the last message arrives, a notification pops up on Facebook. Biting his lower lip, Luca clicks it, finding that Luca Rotaru has accepted his friend request. His heart rate spikes.

Stefan [22:48] You still there?

Luca [22:48] I am. Honestly, don’t worry about it. Tell Dragos I’m glad he’s alright.

Stefan [22:49] Im gonna tell him to stop being so dumb is what im gonna do

Luca [22:50] That too. Have a good evening, Stefan.

Stefan [22:50] You too luca not rotaru

Luca chuckles, then finally puts his phone away. He watches the message about his new Facebook friend for a few seconds and wants to put his laptop away and start his film after all – a friend from his study wrote it and he promised to watch – when another notification appears. A chat message from Luca Rotaru.

Luca Rotaru you aren’t by any chance the guy Stefan is currently freaking out about, are you? :0

Luca Morgens I probably am.

Luca Rotaru this is fantastic nice to meet you, Luca Morgens! I’m Luca Rotaru :D

Luca Morgens Nice to meet you too! Do you prefer Luca or Poophead?

Luca Rotaru Dragos’ name is my contacts is Shitface, fyi I shall be Luca you shall be Lucao ;) hey holy shit we live in the same city!

Luca Morgens We do, as a matter of fact! Hold on why Lucao?

Luca Rotaru bc Lucao damn B^) good to know my brother has taste in something after all

Luca picks up his dog and muffles an embarrassing sound into her fur, feeling himself flush. Suddenly, he wants to check his own profile page to see if there isn’t anything embarrassing on it. Pelutze wriggles in his arms, and he quickly puts her back down on the couch, patting her head and mumbling an apology.

Luca Rotaru too much?

Luca Morgens No, not at all! In that case, you should be Lucao.

His hands are shaking with nervous excitement. He glares at them. He is a Morgens. He is cool and collected. He does not get flustered over messages from virtual strangers.

Luca Rotaru nope no definitely you hey yr dog is cute! :o

Luca Morgens She is, she is.

Luca Rotaru so fluffy! when do you usually take her out walking? maybe maybe I can come and pet her :00

Luca Morgens It varies. Maybe you should ask your brother for my phone number! That way you can always ask me.

Luca Rotaru hA that’s not happening Lucao maybe you should ask Stefan for mine that way you can always tell me ;)

Luca Morgens I’d rather ask you. You know, on Saturdays, around ten is a good bet. I usually take her to Wildrose Park.

Luca Rotaru :^D I might just happen to be around there tomorrow then to pet your dog

Luca Morgens To pet my dog. She will like that.

Luca Rotaru good to know heh I might just see you then

Luca Morgens You might just, Luca Rotaru.

Luca Rotaru goodnight Lucao

Luca Morgens Goodnight!

Lucao. Oh, that is terrible.

Luca grins. He just might have to send Dragos Rotaru a thank you message for tripping over someone’s dog and landing himself in the hospital. He just might.