#thanks for this ask! it was very refreshing. feel free to send more

[the-way-astray]

how about a break from some strieefe asks?

here are some questions to answer! (if you feel comfortable ofc)

1: what's your zodiac?

2: how tall are you?

3: what is your fav kotlc ship besides aldella

4: how long have you been part of the kotlc fandom for? (not necessarily keepblr)

5: what is your favourite hc in kotlc?

6: have you read shadowhunters? (i need more kotlc + shadowhunter fans 😔)

7: do you have any pets?

8: who is your favourite kotlc character?

9: what is/are your favourite song/s

10: keefitz; yes or no? (this determines my opinion on you ;D)

11: sophitz or sokeeefe? or keefitz

12: do you hc any of the characters in kotlc as aro/ace? if so, who?

13: do you like potatoes?

i didn't know what a zodiac was, so i searched it up, and it appears to go by birthday. i'm not comfortable revealing anything about my birthday/age whatsoever, so instead, you'll get the one that has a description that i feel fits me the best: virgo.

i'm 5'8" . . . towering over you all for real (i hope)

KEEFITZ. two most thirsted after boys in the school are actually into each other! it's an exercise in wanting and being wanted. also a tad bit tiana and a tad bit stinex.

i've been here since 2020, and only on keepblr. i only started posting in 2023, though. i'm not actually sure what prompted me to start posting, but there was a reason.

that not long after the pyrokinesis ban, banning abilities was a hot topic. it had never been done before, and questions like "should the council have the right to take away someone's right to use their ability?" were very controversial. this resulted in a group of councillors trying to ban the shade ability. it was eventually overturned, and eventually a law was signed into effect that banned banning abilities, deeming it a violation of the core principles of elvin society. this means that if pyrokinesis were to be unbanned, banning it again would be illegal under the new law. but since the ban was put into place before the law was signed, it's not actually a violation of the law. several people have pointed out the hypocrisy of this, but it continues to remain unresolved to this day.

yep. i did not like it (i'm sure you can guess what my feelings toward jace are . . . ). favorite trilogy was last hours, though, cassie definitely got her shit together a bit there. and i'm going to read the new one when it comes out, the one about kit and ty. what's it called again? can't remember. something something no series goes unfinished. but i haven't read these in a LONG time and i sped through them when i read them first so i remember almost nothing.

nope.

i actually don't have one. closest you can get is probably fitz vacker.

this changes every day. but currently . . . probably eight by iu (and bts's suga). it's just so sad . . .

YES

keefitz trumps all. i don't ship sophitz and i definitely don't like sokeefe. if you put a gun to my head and forced me to pick one of the two, it's sophitz. but i don't particularly ship that either, though i used to.

hmm . . . i kinda flip flop between seeing fitz as gay for keefe and seeing fitz as aroace. but not really other than that.

YES

[thewritergx]

Truth or Dare Part 2: JJ MaybankxF!Reader

Part 1

Warnings: Pure Smut, Part 1 has the storyline. Pet names, PinV. Oral (M and F receiving), fingering, spanking, doggy style.

Word Count: 2.5K

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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By the time we decided to leave the hot tub, my eyes were falling and I was ready to put dry clothes on. JJ helped me out of the tub, offering a hand and wrapping a towel around me. I shivered from the cold air and hurried inside to change. Part of that was to avoid JJ all together. 

I grabbed the first clothes out of the bin I could find. A random shirt and black short brief underwear that left a bit of my cheeks out. Pretty much what I wore to bed every night. I removed the bathing suit, placing it on a towel rack to dry before thoroughly drying my entire body. I smelled a bit like chlorine and my hair was slightly wet near the ends. I left the bathroom feeling refreshed and warm, the house definitely helping warm my skin back up. 

“Nice shirt” JJ mumbled as I walked into the living room. He was setting up the TV, putting on an old episode of Rick and Morty. Classic stoner. 

I looked down. It was a plain black shirt with a shark in the left corner. “Oh, shit. Sorry I didn't realize I grabbed one of yours, must have accidentally mixed it with my laundry.” 

“Nah, it's all good. You look good.” JJ had changed into a loose fitting pair of athletic shorts, his tighs a bit revealed. 

“Thanks”, I mumbled, my face hot. I wondered if I should say something about the game. He seemed a bit annoyed. JJ didn't turn to look at me and instead continued to lay out blankets and pillows on the blow up mattress. 

The air in the room was thick and still. I swallowed a bit of salvia out of nervousness. “Listen, I'm sorry if the whole truth or dare thing was weird.” I spoke quietly. “You seemed a bit uncomfortable, kinda mad.” 

“I wasn't mad. Just… Whose the guy?” JJ finally looked up, meeting my eyes and walking a bit closer.

“Guy? What do you mean?” I asked confused.

“The guy you said you have a crush. The one Sarah asked about. I know ‘em?” JJ’s tone was impatient. A bit rough. 

“I-I,” I attempted to speak but my words weren't coming out very smoothly. “Well, I guess you do kinda.” 

“Kinda? Someone you know from school?” He had a straight face. I couldn’t really tell what he was thinking.

“No,” I laughed. “Do I really have to say it, J?”

“Say what?” He shot back. He ran his hand through his hair, sending his blonde strands messily backward. 

“J.. There is no ‘guy’. There's just…you”. My heart was beating so fast I thought it might actually stop. 

“Oh, thank god”, JJ breathed out, taking a few steps closer until he was crashing his body into mine, grabbing me by my waist and pulling me into a gentle kiss. He tasted like mint and a hit of beer from earlier. I felt my skin light up with every touch, electricity circulating through my body. He pulled me in closer, the kiss growing messy and deep. His tongue danced around with mine softly, our spit mixing. 

JJ pulled away with a low groan. “Sorry I just, you were drivin’ me crazy today. I’ve been thinkin’ about doin’ that since we woke up this morning”. He smiled a bit, looking down at me. 

I was surprised to say the lease. “What do you mean?” I questioned him but stayed close. 

“Just…God. Your outfit earlier, the way you ate that popsicle. Could only imagine those lips on me. And that bathing suit. Thought it was gonna be the death of me.” JJ pulled me into another kiss. This time less heat but more care and passion. “Think about you all the time, ya know” His voice was like a whisper now, The dark broodiness almost completely gone. Instead, he sounded…hungry now. I moaned at his words, gently running my finger through his hair as he kissed me. My body was a ball of nervousness. 

JJ kept his hands on my waist, walking me backwards and laying me gently on the air mattress. “God, when you were sittin’ on my lap the only thing I could think about was gettin’ you in here. Showin’ you how much I craved you,” He hovered over me now, his lips close as he spoke. His breath was hot against my face. “Gonna let me do that, sweetheart? Let me show you how much you deserve?” He ran his hands down my body, slowly creeping them under my shirt. He stopped just under my breast waiting for a response. 

It was risky doing this in the living room. We both knew John or Sarah could walk out at any minute. For some reason, I was fine with risking it. We all walk in on each other at some point. 

I stayed quiet, my words completely escaping me. I did the only thing my body would let me and pulled him into another kiss. We stayed like this until I was a whining mess under him, grinding my hips under him to have any sort of friction I could find. 

“J’ please. I-I need you. Wanna feel you.” I couldn't stand to wait anymore. I needed his hands against me, needed to feel every inch of him. 

JJ tugged at my shirt, pulling it over my head. He massaged my breasts lightly, pitching and tugging at each nipple. I could feel how hard he was as he bent down and sucked a nipple between his teeth. I let out a moan, running my fingers down his shoulders and arms. 

“Shh, sweetheart. Not too loud. This is still John’s house,” JJ chucked in-between each breath as he devoured my tits. JJ flicked his tongue around them, drawing circles while he massaged the other. “Skin so smooth,” he moaned.

My brain melted under him, making me fall deeper and deeper into his touch. I let out a whimper at his words, my body aching for more and more. I know I may have looked desperate but I could tell by the look on JJ’s face he felt the same need I did. 

I dragged my hands between us, finding the bulge outside his shorts. I always wondered how big he was. I heard some girls laughing about how she could take barley take at once. I swallowed, confirming with my hand that he was probably bigger than anyone I've ever been with before. Not that it was many, I'd only been with 3 people. I knew that was much less than JJ. 

“Fuck, you sure you wanna do that?” JJ brushed against my neck. 

I chuckled a bit. “Can I… See it?” I asked, my voice as innocent as I could make it. I knew that drove JJ crazy as he began attacking my lips again. 

“Yeah, s-sure.” He slightly winned, sitting up on his knees. I pulled at the hem of his shorts, lowering the fabric just enough that his cock bounced free. It hit his stomach and made a light thud sound. Shit, he was big. 

The tip of his dick glistened, pre cum gathered at the top. It was beautiful. I licked my lips. I crawled out from under him, positioning myself in a doggy style esc pose. I brought my face close to his cock, and placed a light kiss on the tip. It was soft against me, the light pink color angry and hot. JJ let out soft moans as I kitten licked the tip. I wanted to tease him, work him up even more. 

“Sweetheart, don’t do me like this. Please,” His voice was needy. I felt him grab a fist full of my hair, pulling it away from my face. I decided to be merciful and wrapped my lips around the soft skin. I sucked a bit, running my tongue up and down the slit of his head. He tasted like salt and chlorine. 

“Shit, y/n. Gonna have to find whoever taught you this, thank ‘em.” HE moaned, throwing his back and closing his eyes. I dragged my mouth down deeper, taking him about half way and opening my mouth as much as my jaw would let me. He was so big I was pretty much deep throating him already. The grip he held in my hair tightened and he bucked his hips a bit, causing me to gag on him as he hit the back of my throat. It sent tears in my eyes, and made my mouth a watering mess. 

I pulled my mouth off him, spitting down his length. I used a free hand, twisting soft pumps up and down as I reattached my mouth. After a few minutes JJ was moaning my name, his legs shaky. 

“God, if you don't stop, I'm cummin right now.” JJ pulled me off him quickly. “Turn around, let me see that ass.” He demanded. I did as I was told, silently sitting on all fours and arching my ass in the air. 

JJ worked quick to pull off my panties and ditch his shorts. He gripped my ass, holding a fist full of my cheeks and bouncing them. I felt my pussy dripping, waiting for him to do anything he wanted. 

“God, so fuckin’ perfect.” He mumbled as he placed soft kisses on my back. He went lower until he was reaching my core. I felt him let out a cool breezing, blowing air on my slit. He kissed it softly before dipping in his tongue and exploring the wetness I had to offer. 

He groaned as I moaned out his name, reaching my hands back, trying to find anything to hold onto. He gripped my hands, holding them in place right above my ass. I tried to stay as quiet as possible as he sucked at my core. 

He stopped for a moment, bringing a single finger to my entrance. He traced my lips, pushing them again and together before finally dipping into my whole. I let out a soft wimp. His fingers were thick and long, slightly brushing up against my g-spot. 

“Fuckin’ tight, y/n. Gonna let me stretch you out?” I should have known JJ would be a talker in bed. He had so much confidence and sass already. 

“Yes, J’. Please.” I moaned, his finger alone driving me crazy. 

“Stay right here. Be back”. JJ quickly threw on his shorts, walking with a bit of nervousness to John B’s door. I threw the blanket over my body. What the fuck was he doing.

JJ knocked lightly, his hand barely making any contact with the wood in front of him. He bit his lip and tapped again. 

The door opened slightly. John B’s hair was messy, his eyes pinched together in a tight glare. 

“Dude, what?” John B whispered. 

“Listen man, I-I need a condom like yesterday.” JJ smirked. 

“J’? Seriously.” John B rolled his eyes. “Oh dude, seriously?�� I heard JOhn B’s voice perk up a bit and a soundI could only recognize as a high-five. 

“Cough it up, bro”. JJ composed himself, voice back to a whisper. The door to John’s room shut for a moment. I heard some rushed shuffling before it re-opened. John handed JJ a small gold package with black writing. 

“Just don't be loud and uh…clean up any mess you make.” John whispered awkwardly. 

JJ raced back over, standing above me. “Sorry, don’t want to pressure you into doing anything too risky. I’ll get some tomorrow, that way we never have to do… that again.” JJ held the package in his hand, playing with the wrapper a bit.

I laughed and set up, reaching my hand out to JJ and motioning him over to me. He pulled his shorts off again, this time less rushed. I could see the nervousness in his eyes now., his hands shaking as he opened the gold wrapper with his teeth. 

He removed the contents, sliding it down his member and pumping a few times. I got back into my previous position, removing the blanket. 

I swallowed thick. This suddenly felt so much realer. JJ placed a hand through my hair, caressing it down my body until he gripped it at my waist. I arched more, trying to give him the best angle. He grabbed his dick in one hand and began rubbing it through my folds. 

I whimpered a bit, taking in a deep breath. I tried to relax, open myself up for him as best I could. 

“You ready, sweetheart?” JJ spoke softly, counting to tease my entrance. 

I nodded, letting out a soft moan. 

“Need to hear you say it. Tell me you want it.” JJ teased again. “Tell me you want this dick.”

I swallow, his dirty talk making me drunk. “Please, J. Want you. Want you so bad.” I whined. 

He loathed to my pleads, entering the tip inside and pushing forwards. I let out a high pitched gasp as JJ continued further, hitting the back of me gently. He was thick, stretching me open. I felt myself clenching around him, sucking him in further and further. 

“Oh, f-fuck J’. So big”. I swear I couldn't stop the moan escaping my lips as he dragged his cock out, leaving just enough from him to push slowly but with a bit of roughness back into me. It sent me into a spiral and I swear I needed more or I would explode right under him. 

I dropped my arms, laying my head deep into a pillow, I reached my arms back, trying to push him off just a bit. 

JJ bent my arms, not letting me move an inch away from him. “You can take it y/n. Don't try to run.” 

JJ thrusted into me faster, causing more moans to slip out. He groaned at each one, placing a light slap on my ass. I still needed more and more still. I decided to take matters into my own hands and began throwing my ass up and down on his dick. It felt like heaven. 

“Goddman, y/n. Throw that shit back.” JJ moaned, slowing his thrust so I could set whatever pace I wanted. 

His cock hit me at the perfect angle. I knew I was close, wetness dripping from me. I clenched my walls around him, tightening the grip I already held on him. “Gonna cum J” I moaned. 

“Right with you sweetheart, go ahead. Cum on my cock.” JJ breathing was heavy, his coming out mumbled.

JJ gripped my hip tighter,and placed a hand on my back, arching me more. The pressure pushed me over the edge. I tried to not scream out. I gripped the blanket under me, showing my head into the pillow trying to muffle my moans. 

“That’s it sweetheart. Such a good girl.” JJ’s pace grew quicker and rougher. His goans turned to more of a growl. I swear I was seeing stars. He pulled out quickly, removing the condom and pumping his hot cum onto my back.

“Stay like that, gotta remember this moment forever.” JJ grabbed his phone, taking a few pictures of the mess he made on me. 

I laughed, staying still as he cleaned me up with the shirt I wore earlier. 

[mysaintkitten]

Loser, Baby | Neil lewis x fem!reader

prompt: neil swears he’s grown now and that it’ll take more than a shitty porno to get him hard, so you put him to the test (this based off of a suggestion i was sent !! thank you very much to whoever sent this !! and a quick reminder to feel free to send me prompt and character suggestions hehe)

WARNINGS: subby!neil kinda, unprotected sex (p in v), orgasm denial, i think that’s all ?? (NSFW, no minors)

word count: 2.2k

“the new shipment has come in!” jonathan calls out from the front of the store, lugging in a medium sized cardboard box filled with tapes. he places the box down onto the checkout counter before temporarily leaving to find a box cutter.

you, neil, and lucien gather around the box. you’re a bit confused, you were expecting a shipment sometime next week- what’s this one doing here so early? but after all, you hadn’t been working here for too long so maybe unexpected shipments were normal.

“do you know whats in here?” you ask to lucien and neil, who both claim they have no idea. jonathan returns with the box cutter and slices through the tape that’s sealing the box together, proceeding to then tug the box open.

you peek into the box, and you’re taken aback by what you see- you must be seeing this wrong. VHS tapes filled with graphic covers fill the box, it’s hard to focus on one singular film when all the titles include words like GAPING or FUCK or HORNY. you can’t help but laugh, this must be a gag gift. jonathan and lucien shoot glances at neil before laughing themselves.

you turn to look at neil, but he’s not laughing, he doesn’t even look happy anymore, he looks livid.

“we can’t sell this shit, get rid of it.” he chided, crossing his arms in front of his body.

“what? dude, we can’t just get rid of these perfectly good tapes. we have a mature only section, this could bring in a whole new wav-“ lucien laughs before neil cuts him off, “no. get rid of them. it’s my store and i don’t wanna sell this shit. i don’t care what you do with them, but we aren’t selling them.” neil spat before leaving to head to the storage room.

you had never seen him this agitated, over some simple pornos too. i mean, you guys did have an adult only section and normally neil had no issue with selling those tapes. why were these different?

“guess he still remembers ..” jonathan whispers, snickering quietly with lucien. huh?

“still remembers what?” you ask, wondering if this situation was more layered than you initially thought.

“back in our freshman year of college, we’d rent these tapes and do that freaky-straight-boy circlejerk shit .. whoever came first would lose.” lucien says, beginning to take the tapes out of the box. “neil would lose, almost every time.” jonathan laughs.

god, no wonder he wanted these tapes gone. getting a better look at the covers, they were disgusting. not in an actual disgust way, but just so crude. filthy. and knowing neil was coming to these made an unfamiliar feeling bubble within your stomach. it wasn’t a bad feeling, it was just foreign to you.

jonathan and lucien take a few of the tapes and head to the back office to start figuring out how much they could sell the them for, and you feel your curiosity get the best of you. out of the remaining tapes, you shuffle through until one sticks out to you.

HOT, WET MILF GETS FUCKED HARD

lord, it’s almost refreshing to see a title that leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination. you know exactly what you’re getting into. you grab the tape and slip it into your purse, a new idea stirring within you.

you finish the rest of your shift and the topic of the tapes has seemingly come to a close, no one else mentioning them for the rest of your shift.

as you and neil drive home together, you bring the topic back to the surface.

“what’s wrong with the tapes?” you ask, wanting to hear neil’s side of the story.

he sighs, “i don’t know, it’s just, maybe it’s cause i’m older and stuff like that doesn’t interest me much anymore. or maybe it’s because i’ve realized how demeaning the porn industry is to women ..” he rambles, saying everything except for a direct answer.

“neil, neil, it’s alright.” you chuckle softy, “if you still enjoy porn, that’s okay, i’m not expecting you to lose all interest in viewing sex simply because we’re in a relationship.” you reply, hoping it’ll direct him towards giving you a more honest answer,

he starts to grip the steering wheel slightly, “well, it’s like, you know, i do still like to .. see sex .. but that stuff doesn’t turn me on anymore. i’m grown now.” he almost gloats. you decide to let him have this for a few minutes, or at least until you guys arrive to your shared apartment.

once inside, you decide to bring your idea to light. you place your purse on the couch, “so neil, baby, i’m gonna be honest with you” you say, “jonathan and lucien told me why you feel this way about these tapes, the jerk off sessions, you coming quick ..” you add, he becomes flushed, beginning to stutter while trying to find the right words,

“and since you told me that you’re grown now and that you aren’t into any of that anymore, i wanna put you to the test.” you continue before pulling the tape out of your purse, watching as neil’s eyes dart between the cover of the tape and your face. all while he’s still speechless, you skip the vhs into your tape player.

you approach neil and gently squeeze his wrist, guiding him over to the couch to sit down beside you.

“now, we’re gonna watch this, and whoever gets turned on first loses. since you’re not into it anymore, this should be easy for you, right?” you instructed, enjoying how blatantly nervous neil was. he was full of shit and you both knew that, but his pride overrides all other aspects.

he gulps, “yeah. i’ll be fine. how will i know you aren’t getting wet, though?” he replies back, a bit snarky, almost as if he thought he had stumped you.

“hm, guess we’ll just have to do it like this then ..” you stated, grabbing his hands and slipping it into your pants and underneath your panties, his cold rough hands cupping your warm mound. before he can even process what you did, you slide your hand into his pants and boxers, cupping him the same. he gasps softly, “no, no, this isn’t fair! you can’t just have me hold your pussy and expect me to-” he stammers

“sh, it’s about to start.” you cooed, turning your gaze to the screen.

it’s retro porn, filmed by shitty cameras and filled with shitty acting. all seems to be going well for the first few moments before any of the actual fucking starts, neil’s hips shift uncomfortably beneath your hand, but he’s still soft.

the people on screen begin to kiss, and moan, and grope. before long, the lead milf is on some sort of counter, legs spread with her bare pussy showing. she’s fingering herself in front of her counterpart, gasping and writhing about how wet she is and how badly she needs to be fucked. and before she even has a cock inside of her, you feel neil begin to pulse beneath your hand. he knows he’s lost. you both know. you carefully look over at him, he’s blushing and his brows are furrowed, his lips twitching ever so slightly. poor thing. the tape wasn’t turning you on, but seeing how affected he was, was turning you on.

you don’t mention it and kept this knowledge to yourself, you continue to cup him, but you gradually apply more pressure along with moving your hand around gently, adding some friction to the mix.

he subconsciously begins to grind into your hand slightly, his own fingers getting a bit curious in your pants, toying around gently with your folds. once the woman on screen starts to get actually fucked, neil’s undeniably hard.

you look over at him, your bottom lip tucked between your teeth while smirking, “you lost, baby.” you purr, weakly pumping him.

“n-no! i told you it isn’t fair! i was thinking about you being in these positions and i just got ..” he rambles, “i don’t care, sweetheart. rules are rules.” you cut him off,

“im not a monster, though ..” you murmur before taking your hand out of his pants and sliding his out of yours, you then proceeding to lift your hips off the couch to slip your panties and pants off.

you scoot your back against the armrest and spread your legs for him, “you can have your fun, i can’t just get you worked up and then give you nothing, can i?” you assured, watching as that familiar little grin formed on his face. he slips his pants off and scrambles to get himself between your legs, wasting no time aligning himself with your pussy. spreading your wetness around with his tip.

he nearly whines, “i kept thinking about your pussy .. and how hard it would get me to see you like that .. all spread out and wet ..” he begins to push the head of his cock inside you, “jus’ not fair ..” he mutters,

“worry about that later” you advised, slipping a finger into your mouth before bring that finger down to your clit, rubbing side to side gently against the nub.

that seems to work on him and suddenly he isn’t focused on the fairness of the game anymore. his hands sneak around your thighs, gripping on the soft skin. while slowly thrusting in and out of you, he brings your legs up to his shoulders before picking up his pace. placing small, wet kisses on your inner knees while gripping your hips tightly.

you moan at the gesture, snaking your hands around neil’s torso to tug at his shirt, needing something to grip while he begins to pound into you.

his thrusts are deep and desperate, like he’s that same horny college student all over again, this time with access to actual pussy. knowing how desirous he was for you made you wetter, you could feel him thrusting in and out of you with more ease and you could even hear how slick you had become as he continued to fuck into you, subtle squelching noises begin to mix into the already erotic array of sounds coming from the two of you.

“lemme see your tits, baby ..” he whines, nudging the bottom half of your shirt with his trembling hands, you oblige and lift your shirt up, revealing your bra.

though he wanted to see more, it gets him going none the less. he whimpers as he reaches his hand out to grip your covered tit, kneading the pillowy flesh while slowing down his thrusts slightly

he hooks his finger around the corner of your bra where the cup and strap connects and he pulls it down, just enough to where he can see a good portion of your nipple, a small groan leaving his lips as you feel him twitch inside you. it’s almost cute, seeing a grown man become weak at the sight of a bare nipple. he picks up his pace again and watches the recoil of your barely exposed tit as he pumps into you roughly.

“so beautiful, can’t believe you’re all mine” he moans, you hum in approval, smirking at him through half-lidded eyes, “get to fuck this pretty pussy whenever i like .. you’re a dream.” he purrs, his head going slightly slack against your calf that’s still propped up on top of his shoulder.

“all yours ..” you moan in your most sultry tone, trying to push him closer to the edge, “you gonna come in my pussy, baby?”

he whimpers again, nodding eagerly, gripping your thighs tightly as he picks up his pace.

“gonna come, so close, god, fuck!” he groans, nows the time, you think to yourself.

“stop.” you say firmly, placing a hand flat against his chest, his thrusts slow down before coming to a complete halt.

“wha.. what’s wrong?” he questions, breathlessly, still incredibly close to coming directly inside you.

“pull out.” you reply in the same tone, he whines, but complies.

“what is it? did i do something wrong?” he probes, a worried expression lingering on his face

“no, you didn’t do anything wrong, love. but you lost. and you can’t come until i say so.” you reply, reaching to the floor to grab your discarded pants and panties, his worried expression stays on his face but it shifts to a different type of worried.

“what? no! you can’t! i’m so close ..” he mewls, “you can’t just leave me this hard! i’ll die!”

you chuckle at his exaggerations, “you’ll be fine, it’s not my fault it takes nothing more than a strong gust of wind to get you worked up.” you say softly, bringing your body upright to cup his face before pecking him on the nose.

“i’m going to take a shower ..” you add before standing to your feet, his eyes are wide and his mouth is gaping, it’s comical to you, “you’re gonna be all soapy and wet in the other room and i’m supposed to just sit here, painfully hard, and deal with it?” he whines. you think he may be even cry, him being so pathetic is almost sweet.

“mhm!” you reply, ruffling his hair before turning your body around, leaving him on the couch to go shower.

[poetrysmackdown]

hi hiii i wanted to say that your account is so refreshing to see, esp with the passion you have for the arts. as someone who's been meaning to read (and write) more poetry, do you have any recommendations? some classics that everyone and their mothers know? perhaps some underrated pieces that changed you? or even just authors you like, I'm very open to suggestions :]]

Hi! Thank you so much for this kind ask :) So exciting that you’re looking to delve deeper into reading and writing! I had to take a little time to answer this because my thoughts were all over the place lol.

For a review of notable/classic poems/poets, I honestly just recommend looking at lists online or, hell, just binging Wikipedia pages for different countries’ poetry if that’s something you’re into, just to get a sense of the chronology. I read one of those little Oxford Very Short Introductions on American Poetry and thought it was pretty good, but online is quicker if you’re just searching for poets or movements to hone in on. Poetry Foundation also has lots of resources, in addition to all the poems in their database. I guess my one big classic recommendation would have to be Emily Dickinson (<3), but really the best move is just to find a poet you already enjoy and then look around to see who their peers were/are, who they were inspired by, who they’ve maybe translated here and there, etc. and follow it down the line as far as you can.

For some personal recs, here are some collections I’ve really enjoyed over the past two years or so. Bolded favorites, and linking where select poems from the book have been published online. But also, if you want a preview of a couple poems from another of the books to see if they interest you, DM me and I can send them over! You can also feel free to pilfer through my poetry tag for more stuff lol

Autobiography of Death by Kim Hyesoon trans. Don Mee Choi

Conflict Resolution for Holy Beings by Joy Harjo

DMZ Colony by Don Mee Choi

Hardly War by Don Mee Choi

Whereas by Layli Long Soldier

Geography III by Elizabeth Bishop

Dictee by Theresa Hak Kyung Cha

Don’t Let Me Be Lonely: An American Lyric by Claudia Rankine

Mouth: Eats Color—Sagawa Chika Translations, Anti-Translations, & Originals by Sawako Nakayasu

The Selected Poems of Osip Mandelstam trans. W.S. Merwin and Clarence Brown

The Branch Will Not Break by James Wright

This Journey by James Wright

God’s Silence by Franz Wright

Duino Elegies by Rainer Maria Rilke (the translation I read was by Alfred Corn—I thought it was great, but idk if there are better ones out there!)

DMZ Colony, Hardly War, Dictee, Don’t Let Me Be Lonely, and partially Whereas are all book-length poems with some prose poetry and varying levels of weirdness/denseness/multilingualism—if you were to pick one to start with, I’d say do Don’t Let Me Be Lonely or Whereas. Mouth: Eats Color is some experimental translations of Japanese modernist poet Chika Sagawa, with other translations and some of Nakayasu’s original stuff mixed in—it's definitely a bit disorienting but ultimately I remember having such fun with it, as much fun as Nakayasu probably had making it. It’s a book that emphasizes co-creation and a spirit of play, and completely changed my attitude towards translation.

If you’re less interested in that kind of formal fuckery stuff though (I get it), can’t go wrong with the other books! Conflict Resolution for Holy Beings is the one I read most recently, and it’s great—Harjo also featured in Round 1! Franz Wright also featured, and God's Silence is the collection which "Night Walk" comes from. James Wright (father of Franz) is one of my favorite poets of all time, though his poetry isn’t perfect. Even so, I’m honestly surprised he’s not doing numbers on Tumblr—Mary Oliver was a big fan of his, even wrote her "Three Poems for James Wright" after his death.

I mentioned in another post that one of my favorite poets is Paul Celan, so I’ll also recommend him here. I read Memory Rose into Threshold Speech which is a translated collection of his earlier poems, but it’s quite long if you’re just getting to know him as a poet—fortunately, both Poetry Foundation and Poets.org have a ton of his poems in their collections. There’s also an article by Ilya Kaminsky about him titled “Of Strangeness That Wakes Us” (!!!!!) that’s a great place to start, and is honestly kind of my whole mission statement when I’m reading and writing poetry. Looking at the books I’ve recommended above, a lot of them share feelings of separateness or alienation—from others, from oneself, from one’s country, from language—that breed strange, private modes of expression. That tends to be what I’m drawn to personally, and that’s some of what Kaminsky talks about.

Sorry of the length of this—I hope it's useful as a jumping-off point! And if you or anyone ends up exploring any of these poets, let me know what you think! If folks wanna reply with recommendations themselves too that'd be great :)

[queenpiranhadon]

A/N: It makes me unnaturally happy to finally see my Rocky boy get some attention. Big thanks to @rainbow-flavoured-skittles for beta reading this!! Here's my masterlist!

Warning(s): This takes place after the fight with the Overlord, I haven't watched Dragons Rising nor do I plan to so it's only really cannon to Crystalize and prior, it IS Cole x reader but I did world build a little lol, reader is the Ninja of Nature (maybe related to Bolobo idk), reader is GN but is written with F!reader in mind, reader is called Blossom, reader calls Cole Rocky (Mister Dangerbuff supremacy)

Pairing(s): Cole Brookstone x Master of Nature!Reader

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After you fought the Overlord, it was quiet. 

Not in the sense of volume, but it was calm. Usually, you'd be restless, aching for a fight to keep the adrenaline pumping, but right now? 

You were happy to have a break. 

Especially with Cole. After months of figuring out feelings and sending mixed signals to each other (Cole had once thought you were in love with Jay — even though he was one, dating Nya, and two, you were asking the electricity ninja for tips on how to get Cole to like you back in the first place), he had confessed to you shyly and asked you out on a date. He took you to a coffee shop, and you guys just clicked. He made you happy, made you laugh, made you feel loved. And you loved him all the same.  

Seven months after dating, he asked you to move in with him, as if you didn't practically live with him from the amount of time you spent at his home. Moving in with him was seamless, it was like nothing changed, except now you woke up with an adorable, snoring Adonis of a man, and went to bed with a giant teddy bear who basically melted in your embrace. 

After you fought the Overlord, it was normal.  

It was like nothing happened, adjusting to your new lives immediately. Obviously, you and your fellow ninja were celebrities all over Ninjago - you all were probably asked to give autographs five times a day, minimum. Meeting up with your friends was a frequent occurrence, all going to Chen’s Noodle House and enjoying Skylar’s amazing cooking while catching up with the others.  

It was routine now, everything refreshingly the same, down to where you sat. You and Cole would take one of the booth seats, with Jay and Nya across from the two of you. Pixal sat down next to Nya, and Zane sat next to Cole, Lloyd and Kai at the head of the table (painfully single- much to Skylar and the rest of the ninja's annoyance).  

All of you had surprisingly adjusted to normal life without fighting opponents twenty-four -seven very easily, though some had more difficulty than others. 

 Jay worked as a event host at his local comic shop, organizing mini conventions and trivia nights for fellow geeks such as himself.  

Kai returned to the dojo he used to have, teaching children how to defend themselves so that they wouldn’t be as defenseless as he was when he lost his powers.  

Lloyd helped his mom and Master Wu reopen their tea shop from so long ago, working the cash register and making people’s lives a little happier with a bright smile every day.  

Nya worked as a mechanic in her free time, opening a garage and surrounding herself with what she did best: building. Jay stopped by on occasion, helping her with certain projects, but also joining her in tinkering with some spare 

parts sometimes. Zane and Pixal had the most difficulty adjusting, their different appearances making them stand out like sore thumbs. But eventually, they found their home giving lectures at schools with a different perspective on certain topics, enjoying the ability to share 

their infinite knowledge with others. And then there was Cole and yourself. Being a ninja of Nature, you worked at the local florist, finding it refreshing to be surrounded by so many plants whenever you could. You worked your magic with them, keeping the plants fresh and ending up owning the store yourself once the previous owner retired.  

Cole worked as a barista at the local coffee shop, and you stopped by to get food and give him some company on your breaks. It was nice, you think, to spend some time together with him after years of constantly fighting who knows what.  

You greet him, opening the door with a jingle, and walk up to him, as he was closing up.  

"Hey, Rocky," you hum, leaning against one of the tables as he sets his broom down. 

 He walks over to you, hugging you close by the waist and resting his chin on top of your head, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.  

"Hi, Blossom," he murmurs into your hair, and you take the time to just admire him. The curve of his nose, the small tilt of the corners of his mouth, showing that he was happy, the apples of his cheeks, the stubble that littered across his impeccable jawline. He smelled like the earth just after it rained, and ground coffee, one of the many things you love about him. His hair was artfully mussed, black tresses tucked underneath his visor, and you take it off his head, running your fingers through his hair. 

 It was just the two of you, standing inside the cafe in the light pf golden hour, drinking up each other’s warmth and love, together.  

After you fought the Overlord, it was nice.  

Taglist: @tinadablackthorn

[starlightiing]

"You almost died...." + Pierresteban

help me break my writer's block? 🔨 send me three words + a character or pairing and i'll write you a little scene

Thanks for this anon! I tossed this in my angelverse/wingverse since there's a scene later on that fits this perfectly!

TW: Guns, brief blood mention, brief mention of medical procedures.

Esteban opens his eyes to a bright light. He immediately winces, his eyelids fluttering as he fights to get himself accustomed to the harshness of the light in the room. He can hear some shuffling next to him, but he doesn't quite have the strength yet to tilt his head to the side and see what's making that noise. Above him, there's a small flash of pink and then the outline of someone stands over him, blocking away some of the light from his eyes so he can focus better. "-steban?" the figure speaks, his voice hopeful and soft. "Esteban? Can you hear me?"

Esteban opens his eyes to a bright light. He immediately winces, his eyelids fluttering as he fights to get himself accustomed to the harshness of the light in the room. He can hear some shuffling next to him, but he doesn't quite have the strength yet to tilt his head to the side and see what's making that noise.

Above him, there's a small flash of pink and then the outline of someone stands over him, blocking away some of the light from his eyes so he can focus better.

"-steban?" the figure speaks, his voice hopeful and soft. "Esteban? Can you hear me?"

"Mmm." Comes Esteban's eloquent reply. In his defense, he truly had attempted to speak, his lips just haven't managed to catch up to his brain yet.

"Oh thank god." the voice above him says, and now that Esteban has a little bit more clarity, he thinks it sounds suspiciously like Pierre.

"P-Pierre?" he chokes out, grimacing as his tongue feels thick and dry within his mouth. His throat is parched as well, and his eyes dart around looking for any source of -- "Water?"

"Shit, one second." Pierre disappears from view, and that bright light is back in Esteban's eyes again. Now that he's had time to adjust to it, though, it doesn't seem nearly as harsh as it did a few moments ago.

While he waits for Pierre to, he assumes, get him some water, Esteban takes stock of his body. He takes a deep breath which, bad idea, very bad idea - a sharp pain throbs in his upper left abdomen, right beneath his ribs and close to his side. He barely contains a yelp of pain, and he lifts up the sheets with trembling hands to see a very neatly placed pack of bloodied gauze taped to his side.

It comes back to him in a hurry, then. The sound of bullets, the searing pain in his leg and his side, the way Jos had so coldly said, "Kill him." before a hidden army of men ambushed Esteban with the intention of taking his life.

And he survived? How --

"I have some water." Pierre says as he reenters the room, quick to shuffle back to Esteban's side. There's even a little bendy straw in the glass, which Esteban would laugh at if he had the strength. "Here, I'll help you. Just take it slow so you do not make a mess of yourself."

Pierre holds the straw to Esteban's lips, and Esteban is grateful for the assistance. He leans forward with just a small wince, taking small, measured sips of water to help moisten his mouth. The water is cool and refreshing, and the desire to gulp it down is one that Esteban has to work to keep from breaking the surface. Small sips, like Pierre said, are best for him now.

After a few more, he frees the straw from between his mouth and lays back against the pillows in his bed.

"How long was I out?" He asks, his voice sounding much more stable now that he's had water.

"I think for maybe half of the day, give or take." Pierre replies, placing the glass of water down on the bedside table. "Alex worked on you for a while. You - uh - you almost died."

Esteban's heart sinks at Pierre's words, blunt but not unkind. There's a sliver of something desperate and sad in his voice as well, and judging by the way Pierre turns his head and casts his gaze down to the floor, Esteban can tell it had been bad.

"Maybe. But I am alive now, right?"

Pierre nods distantly, like it isn't enough. Perhaps it isn't - perhaps being alive and awake right now simply isn't enough to help balance out the trauma of Pierre having seen him like that. Esteban remembers being hit in the leg and lower chest with bullets - he can only imagine the state in which he had been brought back to the sanctuary. Pierre hadn't even been out on that mission with him, he was probably minding his own business when the doors to the sanctuary slammed open and Esteban was rushed inside.

"You were shot twice." Pierre says instead, clearly not interested in answering the question. "There was so much blood. Charles said you were in shock, and Alex took you away before I could even see how bad it was. I would not have even been able to say goodbye, you asshole."

Esteban finds the strength to laugh humorlessly at Pierre's accusation. "I did not ask to be shot, Pierre. I can assure you that." He breathes, resting a hand over the bandaged wound at his side. The pressure makes him wince, and Pierre's eyes snap up in concern immediately. “I’m okay, I’m fine.”

“Yeah, I’m sure you are.” Pierre shoots back, letting out a weary sigh as he rests his head against the wall. Esteban watches as Pierre’s one remaining wing, fluffy and bright pink, unfurls from behind his back and stretches out into its full length. The color really is gorgeous - Esteban has always thought so, even back when they were kids. Just the sight of it is almost comforting, like he wants to be wrapped up in Pierre’s wing safe and warm, away from the horrors of their world.

“I am. I’m alive, shockingly, and I have you here with me.”

Pierre’s breath audibly falters at that, and Esteban trails his gaze from the fluffy wing on Pierre’s back, to his eyes. There’s an emotion in Pierre’s expression that Esteban cannot quite place, but it stirs something deep inside of his chest, something fluttery and warm.

“Easy for you to say, you did not have to watch yourself go through hell the way I did.” Pierre huffs, leaning up from the wall and scooting his chair a little closer to the side of Esteban’s bed. “I think it will be a long time before I forget those screams.”

Esteban winces, and a new feeling blossoms at the pit of his stomach: guilt. He’s already done so much to Pierre in his life, he’s already put Pierre through hell and back more than once, more than twice - it’s no wonder he’s so upset. And he’s right, Esteban got to sleep through the scary parts - the parts that likely involved digging bullets out of his chest and his leg (and he doesn’t remember that at all, even if Pierre said he was awake and screaming). 

“You’re right, I don’t remember that. I only remember trying to run from the guns and then waking up here like this, with you. If I was awake for anything in between, it is gone from my memory.”

Pierre scoffs, shaking his head as though he’s annoyed with Esteban. He probably should be, for all Esteban is aware. Despite this, Esteban reaches a trembling hand out towards Pierre, an invitation and an apology all wrapped up into one small gesture, and smiles when his peace offering is immediately accepted. Pierre’s hand is warm in his own, his grip tight, and now that they’re touching like this, he can feel that Pierre’s hands are trembling, too. 

“I’m just glad you are okay now. Alex said as long as you woke up, you would survive.” Pierre explains, rubbing his thumb over Esteban’s knuckles. Esteban hums thoughtfully in response. “And you are a stubborn bastard, so here we are.”

“Here we are,” Esteban parrots, offering a cheeky little grin. “I’m glad you were here when I woke up. Thank you for taking care of me.”

Pierre returns the smile with one of his own, finally looking relaxed and genuine for the first time in this entire conversation. He gives Esteban’s hand a squeeze, before shaking his head in amusement, “Just do not expect me to do it again.”

[souglias]

FICS FOR GAZA ( @ficsforgaza )

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[gojoscloset]

“Hey! Are your requests still open? If not , feel free to ignore this one!I read your last geto angst , and I just loved it .Could you do a Geto X reader where reader killed herself because she couldn't bear being a sorcerer? And maybe the effect this has on Geto?

Again , feel free to ignore this, but if you end up doing it , then thank you!

- JuJu”

Requested Geto Suguru x reader angst!

Warnings: pure angst no fluff ! Mentions/implications of reader suicide! Grieving, nothing but sad stuff man! Also not proof read, literally did this at work

Ily thank you for requesting bby! Also readers! Please read notes at the end because I have questions on how tumblr works LOL please send help

“We’re thinking about going out for dango and maybe karaoke afterwards, wanna come?”

“Nah, I think I’m going to sit this one out”

“….you shouldn’t just lock yourself away in your room All the time. It’s not good for you, you know !!” Shoko waved a finger in a stern yet playful manner. Geto let out a breathy chuckle, a small smile following after, however the smile didn’t reach his eyes. Shoko noticed the unauthentic smile but said nothing as she didn’t want to pry, there was no need to. She already knew the reasons why Suguru would hide away in his room, they all knew.

“Yeah I know I know. But I've been really tired lately, you know I don’t do well in the heat.” He tugged at his collar in attempts to cool himself off.

“Well you’re more than welcome to join us if you change your mind!” Shoko playfully slapped him on his shoulder as she walked by “and respond to the group chat from time to time dummy, we miss you!” She gave him a knowing smile and was out the door in a flash seeming to be in a rush, Suguru simply waved and watched her figure flash out the entrance.

A warm breeze blew through the open window and into the now empty classroom. Geto stared out the window and listened as the cicadas' song rang around him, filling in the silence of the vacant room.

It was his first summer without you.

The first summer since your suicide.

Everyone took your death pretty hard, but it hit Suguru the hardest. It was evident to everyone that the dynamic the two of you had was a strong one, a special one, nearly as attached to the hip like Satoru. Whenever it wasn’t Satoru and Suguru it was Suguru and y/n. Whatever free time he had away from his best friend he would gladly give to you, no questions asked.

You brought out a softness in him that he thought he lost long ago, you were the sun that made him glow like the moon.Your kind demeanor and attitude was refreshing not only for him but for everyone you graced with your presence. You, unlike many others, still had life in your eyes and had faith in humanity. Despite the things life threw at you, including hurling you into the sorcerer lifestyle, you believed that things would change for the better eventually. Many called it Naivety. But you called it hope.

You could only imagine how much of a shock it was to everyone once they found out about your fate. It was very hard to believe that someone like you would do that to yourself, so much so Suguru refused to believe it was suicide and wanted to further investigate the situation. In his mind there was no way someone like you, the literal sun, would have suicidal ideologies.

But everything lined up, letters you left behind for certain friends and family members spoke of things only you would know.

Suguru experienced many deaths and losses but he was absolutely blindsided and crushed by yours.

Another gust of wind snapped him out of his trance. He walked to the window, closing it gently and locking it up before moving back to where he was seated. He looked around the classroom, bright orange rays of light seeped in and adorned the room.

“Golden hour” he whispered to himself

-

“Hell yeah it’s golden hour! Take a selfie with me!”

You flipped open your phone, going straight for the camera. You fixed your hair in the reflection of the screen before flipping it around and huddling closer to Suguru.

“What the hell is golden hour?” He looked into the camera as you took the photo, trying his best to comply with your wishes. The camera snapped and you flipped the phone around, immediately a face of disappointment replaced your happier one.

“ this would’ve been a cute picture if you didn’t look like that! Tch…men” You pointed at the photo, his face looked uninterested and confused. He leaned in to take a better look at the photo. You playfully glared at him the whole time he examined the selfie.

“What do you mean? that’s just my face”

You burst into laughter and shove him away.

“Shut up! You’re much cuter than.. that!” You flashed him the photo again and pointed at his side of the photo

“And golden hour dummy! You know, when the sun sets and everything is orangey and golden, hence the name golden hour. It makes your photos look really good…well… sometimes” You both laugh at the playful jab.

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Suguru chuckled quietly to himself and looked at your old desk, tucked away in the corner of the classroom, still embellished with beautiful bows and wilted flowers that no one dared to throw away. Paper cranes from your best friends with lipstick stains scattered on the seat, blessings and goodbyes scribbled on the desk itself. No one believed in vandalizing school property but for you there was an exception.

He grabbed his items and quietly left the vicinity, which was something he dreaded the most because everything in the outside world brought him back to you, but nothing was the same. Golden hour wasn’t as bright and warm, the songs the birds sang seemed out of tune, ice cream didn’t taste sweet anymore even if it came in your favorite flavor.

Suguru wondered a lot about how things could have been different. Naturally as one of your best friends he took part of the blame, beating himself up for not being able to read the signs ahead of time. He wished he could have been more attentive when you complained about the lifestyle, or when you would go quiet after missions. The little things he didn’t pick up until after it was too late weighed him down like a pile of bricks were attached to his back. He stayed up night after night, losing sleep and even losing weight over the guilt and stress of not having you there with him.

On his worst nights he thought about meeting you sooner than expected. He always told himself it was in theory because he ‘would never actually do it’ but the thought was enticing on the harder days.

Today being one of them. But Suguru couldn’t do it, because that’s not what you would want. He knew you would want him to go out and live life happily like you once did, seeing the world through a colorful Lens, so he attempted to from time to time.

“What dango place are you guys at again?”

He texted the group chat and almost immediately was bombarded with responses from his companions who have not heard from him in what seemed like months.

Suguru placed a hand on your desk, careful not to smear or smudge any of the writing your loved ones left for you. “Remember when you said time heals all wounds?” He began speaking to you in hopes you could feel him and his energy wherever you were. I sadly don’t think that’s true. I miss you and golden hour isn’t the same nor as pretty without you. But I’m sure I’ll see you again soon” he smiled and gently tapped the desk with his knuckle as if to say goodbye

He made his way to the door and he swears sometimes before he leaves he could feel you in the room with him, even if it’s just for a few seconds.

Hope you liked it love thank you for requesting! Sorry it’s short, stuff like this makes me v v v sad LOL ❤️

Requests are currently closed because I want to push out a bunch of drabbles my brain has been thinking about lmaooo

Also question:

Was looking through my ooooold tumblr, terrible idea by the way and I noticed I got shadow banned really early into that account, what the heck did I do? Lol

Are there tips not to get SB ? What to avoid? Certain tags? Idk but please lmk if you know I’m still new to this technically LOL

Thanks in advance 🫶🏼

[jennay]

Sick and Tired

Rory Culkin x Reader

Master List

Idea: Reader is sick and Rory does what he can to make reader feel better. Hope you enjoy feel free to share. 💜

Word count: 1000ish

No warnings

This Gif is my favorite 😍

Rory tip-toes down the corridor, careful not to make the wooden floors creak as he walks toward the bedroom to check on you. He was surprised you'd slept as long as you have, this flu was kicking your ass, and he hated he couldn't make it go away. He knows how much you hate being sick and how it makes you feel weak and miserable, and he wishes he could do something to cheer you up or at least relieve the pain.

Rory gently pushes the cracked door open and peaks his head through the opening. Sympathetic blue eyes land on you, and he feels helpless when he sees you curled in a ball with blankets pulled over your body, your hair spread across the pillows, and your mouth slightly hung open from being unable to breathe through your nose. He can hear your raspy breathing and the occasional sniffle and wonders if you have a fever.

The room feels warm and stuffy, and Rory finds it hard to breathe in there. He quietly walks over to the window, cracking it open just enough to get a nice breeze but not enough to make you cold. He hopes the fresh air will help you feel better or at least clear your sinuses a bit.

He looks around the room, noticing the tissues scattered on the nightstand, the empty glass of water, and the medicine bottle. He decides to get you some more water and clean up the tissues making sure not to touch the dirty parts. He smiles softly as he sees your favorite stuffed animal tucked under your arm, a gift from him on your last birthday.

He sits beside you, brushing the strands of hair off of your face. Rory rests his palm on your forehead to gauge if you are getting better or worse. He feels a slight warmth on your skin, but not as hot as before. He sighs in relief, hoping that means you're recovering. He leans down and kisses your cheek gently, whispering, "Hey, sweetheart, how are you feeling?"

You stir at his touch, feeling nauseous as you open your eyes. You see his concerned face hovering over you, and you try to smile weakly.

You croak out "Hi." in a hoarse voice, feeling a dryness in your throat. You reach for the glass of water, but Rory beats you to it and helps lift your head slightly to sip some water, careful not to spill it on the bed. You thank him with a grateful look, feeling a bit more refreshed. You ask him, “How long have I been asleep?”

“Somewhere around 12 hours. I kept checking on you to make sure you were still breathing.” He teases. “I had to send Doctor Peach in a few times.” He says, referring to his cat. “She said you’re gonna be ok.”

You weakly smile, closing your eyes. “Doctor Peach knows everything. I trust her judgment.”

He chuckles, stroking your hair. “Yeah, she’s a very smart cat. She also said you need to take your medicine, eat some soup, and watch some Netflix with me.”

You open your eyes again, looking at him suspiciously. “I don’t believe you?”

He nods solemnly, trying to keep a straight face. “She did. She even wrote it down for me.” He pulls a piece of paper from his pocket with a scribbled note saying, “Doctor Peach’s prescription: medicine, soup, Netflix -Meow.”

You laugh, despite the pain in your chest. He smiles, happy to see you in a better mood.

He leans down and kisses your nose gently. “See? Doctor Peach is always right.”

"I doubt you want to sit in this room with me, and I don't want to get you sick."

Rory shrugs as he makes his way to the other side of the bed and crawls under the blankets. "It's ok, I'll be ok." He confidently says.

You can't tell if he's trying to convince you or himself. He scoots closer to you and opens his arms, signaling for you to come closer to him, but you're hesitant. "You're going to be so mad when you get sick." You snuggle into his side, allowing him to hold you. Your body relaxes under his touch.

"I'm not worried. Peach can handle it." He jokes, pointing to the cat on the edge of the mattress. You laugh weakly, too tired from the flu to argue.

"Can you put on a movie? I can’t handle this anymore." You say.

Rory does as he’s told and throws the Simpsons on. He strokes your arm and whispers sweet nothings in your ear, feeling lucky to have him by your side.

He kisses your hair gently, whispering, “I love you.”

"You won't when you're sick." You joke. “Trust me. I hate whoever gave me this like if I knew who it was, I’d show up at their house and kick the front door in.” You laugh. “It’s bullshit.”

“I can handle my own.” He reminds you. “Besides, when was the last time I got sick?”

You roll your eyes. “Last week, when you ate expired yogurt and spent the whole night in the bathroom.” You remind him.

He groans and covers his face with his hand. “Don’t bring that up. That was a nightmare.” He says.

You giggle. “Well, at least you have a good immune system.”

“A good immune system, a good life, a good girlfriend. I’m living most people’s dream.” He sweetly speaks. “Don’t you dare try to say something bad about yourself.” He says, reading your mind. “I’m not having it.”

Your body tense, “I wasn’t.” You lie. “I’m perfect. Even with snot dripping out of my nose.”

He smiles and pulls you closer to him. “Exactly, You’re perfect. Even with snot dripping out of your nose.”

You blush and feel a wave of warmth in your chest. “You’re too good to me.”

“You’re worth every second of it, and I’ll do whatever I have to do to keep proving it to you.”

[patrysiaa]

Fem!reader x Yan!Scaramouche

In which the reader is in a forced marriage with Scaramouche, desperately thing to find a way to escape him.

English is not my first language, ist actually the first time I have shared my work in the internet. I'm sorry if I make some mistakes, feel free to correct me.<3

Enjoy!

I sat in the garden of the large mansion, I could even call it "home", though this word doesn't describe my feelings towards this whole place even a little. I've lived here for years, or at least I think it's been years. I haven't seen a calendar in a long while. Though the air is freezing, I can't help but sin in the thick snow, white petals falling on my head gently. I shouldn't sit here in this weather, definitely not while wearing not so good clothes for a Snezhnayan winter - I'm pretty sure winter is a synonym is a word used for sligthly colder days, since this region has always been covered with snow. Even when I can feel my body freezing, I just can't help but sit here, look at the white sky and touch the cold snow - it can never be compared to the coldness of ones heart. This garden is my only way of feeling "free", of not feeling locked in this goddamn house, in this goddamn nation. When I first visited Snezhnaya, I thought it was a beautiful region, full of mesmerizing nature, interestin culture and people, the freezing temperatures was refreshing after months of travelling.

Well, that was before I met him - The sixth of the Fatui Harbingers, a tyrant, a manipulator and my husband. At first, he was sweet, kind even. He seemed so perfect, a wish come true... And soon enough, I learned how mistaken I was. It started with him almost begging me to stop travelling and live with him, I foolishly agreed. Then he began throwing away any letter that I got from my family, I didn't notice until I saw some pieces of it burned in his office. Then he started distancing me from everyone, even from most of the servants as he fired them and left with only one, a maid he quite trusted, at least trusted her enough to let her take care of me when he's gone on a mission.

- Lady [Y/N]... Lord Scaramouche will soon come back from his journey, I advice you get ready for his return. - Said a woman in her late 30s. The only one I can talk to beside Scaramouche. She had kept me sane for a long time, I'm actually very grateful for her.

- I need you to do something for me. - I said firmly while standing up from the cold ground, snow still slightly splattered on my long dress. I then quickly moved towards the inside of the mansion, more precisely - Scaramouche's office.

- Miss.. I'm not sure if rummaging in Lord's Scaramouche is a good idea.. - She said nervously.

- It's not like he can get mad at me because of that, he should be happy that I still look him in the eyes. - I spat out. - I'm going to send a letter, and I need your help.

- I don't think it's possible. - She said calmly, but I still hear that slight shiver in her voice.

- It is, we'll just have to do it in a.. quite weird way. All you have to do is show me where exactly is the mansion on the map. I must say, Scaramouche did quite a good job in picking a place to lock his little wife in, I can't even see what's behind the gates of my own house. - I snarled out. - Trust me, he won't know and even if he will, I'll make sure you're not the one to get punished. - I explained, to which the woman sighed quietly. She then walked up to the massive map of Snezhnaya hanged on the wall, her finger pointing on a mountain region.

- We're here, hidden in the mountains.

- Why thank you. - I smiled excitedly, I opened up the window, hidden in my bra, was an anemo vision. Though it may sound weird, it's one of the places that Scaramouche wouldn't think of looking into, well at least not while looking for something.

- Is that... An Anemo vision? How long did you have it miss? - The maid asked.

- A few weeks ago, right after Scaramouche left for his mission in Inazuma. Ever since I got, I thought of flying.. Flying away from here.. But even I know it's impossible for me, I couldn't possibly learn it in a couple of weeks.

- So what is your plan?

- You know, sitting outside was not only a way to relax, but also to learn some things. Elemental energy is almost multiplied here, if you know what I mean, I'm pretty sure because of him.. Well that's not the point now. I learned to focus my elemental energy, so it can last a long time without me being near it. - From one of the books on the shelf, I took out a piece of paper, a message to anyone out there. Anyone who can free me.

- Are you sure it's going to work..?

- Oh honey.. Nothing's going to work well for me in this place, there's nothing but misery set for me in here. It's either try to escape, and get punished for it from Scaramouche, or do nothing and get punished for it from fate. I'm not letting a man decide my fate for me. - I said the last part through gritted teeth.

After breathing heavily for a second, I focus on the piece of paper. After some time, a pair of anemo wings showed up on both ends of paper. With a gentle blow, it was sent flying away, hopefully far away. Oh how I hope that the Anemo Archon blesses this paper with his merciful touch, so it can find the right person... Before I can move away from the window, the servant pulls me back, and quickly closes it.

- We don't have much time miss, please get ready for Lord's Scaramouche arrival. - She said with a pleading tone and left in a hurry. She's right.. I have to get ready. Both physically and mentally. I went to my bedroom, which I sadly shared with my so caring husband. I must say, sleeping alone for a few weeks was like heaven on earth. I need to pick an outfit for tonight.. A grumpy Scaramouche is the last thing I want to go through.. I catch a glimpse of a mildly purple piece of clothing, a kimono-looking dress to be precised. I remember Scaramouche giving me it after his visit in Liyue. He said it reminded him of Inazuma, though he'd never buy me a real kimono before our marriage. Weirdo. I put on the dress I picked out. I couldn't help but smile a little. Maybe in a few weeks, or maybe in a few months I would be free.. Perhaps I'll travel again. No.. That would be too dangerous. Should I change my name and appearance and start a new life, on a ship full of pirates? That would've been nice.

- Seeing you with a genuine smile will be the death of me. Is it that the dinner is poisoned? Or is it the wine? - A cold voice was heard behind me, a shiver went down my spine. When did he even get here? Something have changed.. I can feel it.. Is he stronger? No.. I don't think it's possible. Vision... Where's my vision?! I think I left it in the bathroom... Shit...

- I guess we'll know later on, won't we? - I stayed calm, I can't let him know I'm hiding something.

- You're too smart to try getting rid of me by using a poison. - I'm pretty sure he smirked, I didn't dare to look at him yet. His pale fingers played with a strand of my hair. I couldn't help, but glance at the bathroom door, he seemed to notice that.

- Hm.. Focusing on something other than me? You know it doesn't end well for you. Are you trying to ignore me? - He turned me around, so I was now facing him, his indigo eyes staring straight into mine. - Or is it because you're hiding something? - He said coldly, I swear I saw his eyes lit up for a second. I still looked him death in the eye, I didn't said anything, just stared. He didn't seemed to get affected by it, as he headed towards the bathroom. I didn't let him get there. With all of my strenght, I pulled him closer to me, and then pushed him on the bed so now he was sitting right in front of me, also getting slightly towered by me.

- Is that how you greet your wife after weeks of being away? After weeks of leaving her in this big mansion alone, with just a servant? - I glared at him. He looked quite suprised at my sudden action, I'm pretty sure he began enjoying it.

- Oh? Is it that those few weeks of loneliness made you desperate? I must say, I'm quite astonished. - Before I could react, he grabbed my arm and pulled me by it, which madr me fall onto him. He immediately turned us around, so he was now the one towering me, and not the other way around. His hands pinned my wrists on both side of my head.

- If I didn't knew any better, I would've thought you're all dressed up for me. - His face got close to mine. I'm pretty sure I felt a wave of electricity run through my body.

- You always have to find something to be mad about, don't you? - I said sharply.

- You really keep testing my patience, darling. - He said with a sick smile splattering on his face.

- So do you, now get off me. - I spat out while glaring at him.

- That's my girl, You thought I wouldn't see through your facade? I know you to well, love. - His eyes lit up a little.

- What exactly happened in Inazuma? - I asked.

- Oh nothing really.. Just some fights.. A traveller.. Oh how could I forget! - He quickly stood up, I also got up, but stayed on the bed. He kept looking for something in his pockets, after a second, he finally found what he was looking for. It was a.. piece of paper crumpled into a ball? What is it that he wants to show me?

- As I was heading here, a little piece of paper hit my hat. At first, I thought it's just trash. Curiosity got the best of me, and I decided to read it. Oh how I'm glad I read through it. - He said, as he threw the paper at me. It's.. My letter... I stared at it, tears getting into my eyes.

- Oh? What is it? Is it that this letter brought these emotions put of you? I'm glad I'm not the only one to feel this way. - Before I could look at him, he grabbed my jaw harshly, a little wave of electricity coming from it, making me hiss from pain.

- What are you going to do? - I asked quietly.

- I'm not sure.. perhaps I should just lock you up in a room without any windows, with just a bed and a little bathroom near. Or perhaps I should just take you with me? We would give your family a little visit. I'm not sure if they could answer though, it's not quite possible for a pile of ashes. Oh well. I'm positive that wherever they are, they'd be happy you and your husband decided to visit them. - I felt myself tearing up right there.

- Oh don't you dare crying now. It's all your fault. If only you decided to be a submissive little wife, then maybe, just maybe, your family would still be alive. You're a fool. - I couldn't help but sob, I couldn't care anymore. Scaramouche let go of my jaw, he then moved away from me.

- Cry all you want, I'll make sure you won't have the voice to do so tommorow.

[underthetree845]

ello!! I saw that your requests were open so I was wondering if you could do like a drabble or headcanons (whatever u want really :]) for armin with a s/o who feels dumb because she tends to do stupid mistakes and get bad grades and she feels really insecure and ashamed about it

If you don't wanna do the request it's fine really :]

Hello Nonnie! Of course I want to- I'm honored that you sent in this ask. It's so lovely, and you seem very kind! This request is so so sweet- I know it took me a long time to get to but I thought about it whenever school stressed me out! Just wanted to say really quickly that you are an interesting and amazing person beyond test scores and grades, I'm giving you the biggest hug right now 💙💙 Thank you for your patience! Now without further ado-

Armin comforting his s/o (bad grades)

Armin Arlert/gn! Reader (Headcannons)

Cws: gn! reader, established relationship, implied modern au, implied college au, comfort, mentions of implied bullying, insecure reader, crying, reassurance, hurt/comfort, let me know if there's anything I missed!

Wc: 707

Summary: How would Armin help his s/o when they bring themselves down over not scoring highly on assignments or tests?

A/n: Happy Valentine's Day! Know that you are loved and valued, sending hugs and kisses to all of you!

Don’t even get this boy started- he practically has a whole encyclopedia on the reasons he loves you. Everyone knows. He could go on and on about you for hours (I’m not exaggerating). Although he’d be shy to say some of what he thinks, what comes first is you knowing how loved and valued you are. Armin is always always always willing to help you with your studies, he’s happy to be able to and so so proud of you for giving it your all. After a bad grade you seem to be really bent out of shape about, he takes you to his dorm and gives you all your favorite things like snacks, music, and of course cuddles and small words of encouragement. If it’s something you want to act on right away, Armin is more than willing to help you after you unwind for a bit. Rest time is just as important as studying, after all. Either way, he reminds you that you are a person beyond how you score on tests and things like that. He cares about you for who you are and not what you achieve. It’s important to remind yourself of the things you do well rather than always bringing yourself down with reminders of the things you do wrong. You have such a bright mind and so much love to offer. It kills him that you tear yourself apart so much. He finds ways to help you that cater to your learning style, and gently reminds you of the meticulous little important parts of the things you’re learning so you don’t trip yourself up over little mistakes. He endorses positive reinforcement! (And as a side note I think he’d make a great teacher or professor). If anyone tries to make you feel bad about it, Armin is there to reassure you all the way. Long hugs and deep breaths, he makes you tea (or anything else you may prefer) to refresh your mind. He tries to keep your thoughts off those people as much as he can, and always gives them nasty glares when you’re not looking. Reminds you that they only bring you down to make themselves feel better, and you are not defined by the opinions of others. As important as Armin considers studying to be, he also knows (from personal experience) that overworking yourself isn’t a better alternative. You can burn out much quicker that way. He makes sure you leave free time in your schedule to do things you enjoy. Seeing you happy and smiling is Armin’s favorite view in the entire world, even if it took him a while to get around to telling you. Your laughter makes something light flower in his chest. Armin makes sure to kiss your forehead when it’s crinkled with worry, rub or massage your shoulders when you’re tense, and hold your hands while whispering words of encouragement. His favorite is pecking your lips over and over till he feels a smile start to form.

One of the main things Armin reminds you of is that academic achievement is not and should not be the exclusive way of measuring anyone’s ‘worth.’ I mean look at him- he has his books and studies and philosophies- but he can’t run or catch a ball or play music. Armin is amazed by how many different kinds of people in the world there are, each with their own unique talent. You will always be more than enough to him for being who you are. He is there to support you through the good times and the bad, doesn’t think less of you for any rough patch or slip up. The non-judgemental and supportive atmosphere he surrounds you with feels like a breath of fresh air. Armin sees you as nothing less than extraordinary for simply being yourself.

“Hey, Angel, look at me,” his words soothe you as your teary eyes look up to meet his. “It’s going to be okay, alright? I promise,” his hands are warm as they cup your cheeks. He swipes at the tears as they cascade down your face, kissing each one away with a tender glow adorning his features. “You’re extraordinary Y/n. Have I ever lied to you?” 

A/n: Can this count as my Valentine's day fic? (╥﹏╥) Life has kept me so busy lately I wish I could write more :< Anyways, thank you for reading lovelies! Know that you deserve the best and I hope you have a wonderful day/night/morning/evening.

Tagging: @ringsofsaturnnnn (you said to tag you in everything so is this okay like T-T)

[pseudowho]

Hi Haitch!

Firstly, I’d like to preface this with saying that I really appreciate the community atmosphere you’ve created on your page; the “shoot the shit” vibes you have with mutuals is genuinely so refreshing. It also has helped someone like me, who is generally too anxious to interact with people online, feel comfortable enough to dip my toes into asks a bit more (albeit anonymously for now lol).

Anyways, this all goes to say that I recently watched a video essay that made me think, “I want to share this with someone right now”. And, as someone who has written a lot of pieces (which btw: 15/10, *chef’s kiss) and explored the genre, I figured why not send it your way! https://youtu.be/cjG2OqCKDc4?si=ouISfbT97deriKmC (“the unknown pleasures of problematic romance”).

There’s no requirement to respond to this or anything btw! Just wanted to drop a quick message of appreciation and share some (hopefully interesting) food for thought. :)

I'm so pleased my blog is a safe space for you. I'm as sincere about it in life as I am on my blog. Please feel free to always interact with me, as you know I don't bite.

I'm watching this video as I type, and honestly, she's got a lot of great things to say! Thank you for sending it to me.

I have to say, the toxic trope exploration has always had two purposes in my mind; fantasising in a safe place about things that would be terrifying or dangerous in real life, and deconstructing our own fears by reading them in type.

I think, what a lot of women around me find frustrating, is that a lot of the traits that we see as desirable in a male partner (protectiveness, the wish to be a caregiver, the wish for them to take charge), have been heavily built into the wider "toxic male" expectation, and this wider "toxic male" tends to come with far less desirable traits.

Either that, or these desirable traits come with the expectation of exchange, like:

"You want protection? I own you, then."

"You want to be cared for? Take the lion's share of the mental and emotional household burden, then."

"You want me to take charge? All or nothing, then."

With the heavy heavy advancement of anti-women movements (incels, red pill, 'not all men', Andrew Tate, etc.) there has been a progressive and rapidly growing attitude that women are stupid and don't know what they want from a man, that they're users, that they 'predate' men to take advantage of them financially, and many other bundles of filth.

This movement has been popularised so badly, I think, that there has been a societal shift towards conditioning very young women to look for a 'dominant', and often older and wealthier, male partner. While this is displayed as being in our favour, it is, rather, a further attempt to disenfranchise women, and place them in relationships where they will be more vulnerable to being abused, under the guise of being 'cared for'.

There was also a spectacular interview with Gillian Anderson about her new book, which is full of confessions of womens' sexual fantasies. Anderson raised how acutely she was shamed for discussing her fantasies in a public forum. This is, of course, another way women are routinely attacked; mens' sexual fantasies have been given public forum (and women have been expected to cater to them) since time immemorial, and once more, in a very Victorian fashion, women are disgusting for voicing sexual desires.

In other words, in other words...women are routinely exploring sex and relationships through tropes, and many men hate it, because if there's one thing many men hate, it's women putting their heads together and recognising that they're not the problem.

I'm not here to 'not all men' by the way, so don't come at me with that crap. When women talk about this, we know exactly the type of men we're talking about, and if it's not relevant to the men in your life, move on.

Love,

-- Haitch xxx

[maskyish]

Banri's Birthday Rabbit TV 2023 - Episode 2 - "A Chance Reunion"

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3

Please note: I am NOT a professional and my level of JP is very, very basic. I do this for practice and to share with other fans for fun. Please take my translations with a grain of salt as there may be mistakes. If you see any, please let me know and I can correct them. If anyone else has this card and wants to translate this at any time then please feel free to do so!

Banri: The shopping district should be around here…. Ah, I see it! 

Tsumugi: Woah, it’s really busy! Where should we start? 

Anesagi: I was wanting to head to the gelato shop! When we came here for a shoot, Tenn had some and it looked really good! 

Tsumugi: Oh! I wanted to go too! Riku-san saw it on the program and recommended it to me…. 

Anesagi: Oh, really? Then, it’s settled. You have to kick off a trip with something sweet, after all. 

Okarin: Then let’s all go! …. Um, do you think that huge line is the one for the gelato shop….? 

Shirou: It does seem so…. Please feel free to wait on the bench over there, I can go and get something for everyone. 

Anesagi: Oh my, I didn’t realize you were such an attentive guy. It might be difficult to get through the crowd, so I may as well come with. 

Tsumugi: Ah, I’ll come too! It’d be difficult for one person to carry for everyone…! 

Anesagi: That’s also true…. Alright, in the meantime I’ll go and get drinks for everyone! We can divide and conquer! 

Banri: Sounds good! Then I’ll go get something salty to go with the sweets! 

Okarin: Then I’ll go ahead and help Ogami-san! 

Anesagi: Fufu. Somehow it feels like when we’re at work together. 

Tsumugi: We really do always have good teamwork like this…! When I get to work with all of you who I respect, I feel so much lighter, and even when it gets busy it just makes me more and more excited. 

Okarin: I get it! It really feels like we’re comrades! 

Shirou: I’m glad. Thank you for welcoming me with open arms. 

Banri: Of course. We look forward to working with you from now on as well. And to the delicious gelato, too! 

Shirou: Haha. Leave it to me. I’ll send you a photo of the menu through rabbichat, so please let me know what flavor you’d like. 

Banri: Alright, then we’ll reconvene here soon! 

Anesagi: Mmm, it’s so good! It’s not too sweet, and has a mature chocolate flavor. 

Tsumugi: The strawberry flavor is great too since it has large pulp…! What flavor did you guys choose? 

Banri: I went with a simple milk flavor. It’s rich but it has a refreshing aftertaste, so it’s easy to eat! 

Shirou: I also thought about getting the milk, but went with pistachio this time. It seems Okazaki-san got the peach flavor. 

Okarin: When I see something like this, I think about how Momo-kun would like the peach flavor, so I just end up choosing it. 

Anesagi: I understand…! I was told to forget about work and just enjoy myself, but I can’t help but look at things from the point of view of those kids. 

Tsumugi: Me too, I was thinking how if we did a collaboration with a gelato shop, I would want it served with rainbow colors…. 

Banri: That’d be nice! If it were for MEZZO, I’d want not only each color but also a pudding flavor. I wonder… if a chili pepper flavor could be adjusted….? 

Anesagi: How wonderful! For TRIGGER, I think bitter chocolate would suit their image. 

Shirou: I’d like to do a collaboration with the curry bread that Okazaki-san and Ogami-san bought. I can ask the members what ingredients they’d like for the filling. 

Tsumugi: Just thinking about it makes me excited….! 

Banri: …… Then, we should have the curry bread before it gets cold! We bought a variety, but what kind would you like? 

Shirou: Then I’ll go for the special super spicy one. 

Okarin: Super spicy?! You’re brave! 

Shirou: I can handle spicy food pretty well. 

Okarin: That’s amazing…  We also have regular, cheese-filled, tomato, and a keema (1) version! 

Tsumugi: A-Anesagi-san, which kind did you want….? 

Anesagi: Are you trying to be considerate? You should just go for it and choose which one you’d like! At work you’ll get left behind, you know.

Anesagi: Take Utsugi-san for example, he was the first who went for it and chose the kind he wanted. 

Shirou: Much obliged. 

Tsumugi: I- I understand….! Then, if you don’t mind, I’ll take the cheese filling…! 

Anesagi: Good choice. As for me, I’ll go with the classic regular one. 

Banri: …… Okazaki-san. On three, let’s point and choose! 

Okarin: Okay…! If we choose the same one then we’ll just do rock-paper-scissors! Ready?

Okarin & Banri: One….Two….Three! 

Banri: Keema! 

Okarin: Tomato! 

Everyone: Ooh…! 

Tsumugi: You picked different ones after all! 

Okarin: I’m glad…! I was thinking Yuki-kun would like it with tomatoes. I’m not good at rock-paper-scissors, so I’m glad it didn’t have to come to that. 

Banri: I once made keema curry with spices and got really into it, so lately I’ve been really enjoying it! Believe it or not, it even got the President’s seal of approval! 

Tsumugi: O-oh yeah, that’s true…! 

Shirou: But is there even such a thing as being good or bad at rock-paper-scissors? 

Okarin: There is…. Just how many times did my brother make me cry when I was little…..

Anesagi: Ugh, this seems like a dark past. I’d rather not ask for details. 

Okarin: I think that’s for the best. After we finish eating, let’s take a stroll around the beautiful and lovely streets of Karuizawa! 

*chirp chirp chirp* 

Okarin: …… Oh, look over there! It’s a rare bird. 

Shirou: It’s a tit. There’s two of them, so do you think they’re a pair? 

Tsumugi: They’re pecking each other with their beaks, how sweet…! I wonder if they’re grooming. 

Anesagi: Somehow… it feels like the hustle and bustle of the city isn’t real…. 

Banri: …. It really does…. 

*chirp chirp chirp* 

Shirou: ………. 

……Haaah. How long were we silent for just now?! 

Anesagi: Eh? I- it hasn’t been that long, has it? 

Tsumugi: H-hasn’t it been about…. 2 minutes or so….?! 

Banri: It’s easy to lose track of time…

*chirp chirp chirp* 

Okarin: ….. Here, I’ll provide some entertainment! When Re:vale did their uninhabited island project, they tried to sing to birds so they wouldn’t fly away. Would you like to try it?! 

Anesagi: Oh my, that sounds lovely. Entertainment is also essential while traveling. 

Tsumugi: Do you think gentle songs would be more successful? 

Banri: If it’s a gentle song we need, then that would be MEZZO’s specialty! 

Anesagi: Then, how about Ogami-san and Utsugi-san? I’m curious about Utsugi-san’s singing ability. 

Shirou: Ehh? Is that alright? I’m quite fond of “miss you” so I often hum it in the car. 

Banri: Really?! 

Okarin: It seems like it’ll be a great duet! 

Tsumugi: I’ll take a picture with my phone…! 

Banri: Then, we’ll go for the chorus! Ready, and… 

Banri & Shirou: Beyond the unspeakable feelings~♪  

*fwp fwp fwp* 

Banri & Shirou: Oh–! 

Banri: It didn’t work! I thought a MEZZO song would be good. 

Okarin: But even though it was just a single line, how did your voices still sound so good?! 

Tsumugi: Utsugi-san, do you have experience?! (2) 

Shirou: No, it’s nothing like that. In order to build good relationships, I also had to get better at karaoke. Well, that’s in the past. 

Anesagi: It doesn’t happen much anymore, but there was a time like that too, huh…. 

???: Oh….? Ogami? 

Banri: Could it be…? Morino? 

Morino: So it is you! 

Banri: Y-You surprised me! What’s up?! 

Morino: Wow! I thought it might not be you since you grew out your hair, but it was! This is awesome! 

Shirou: Oh, is this an acquaintance of yours? 

Banri: Ah, sorry about that! We were in the same high school class and used to hang out a lot! 

Anesagi: My! What an amazing coincidence to meet here. 

Morino: It’s nice to meet you, I’m Morino. Man, sorry for calling out to you all of a sudden. 

Banri: Morino, these are my colleagues from work. As for introductions…

Tsumugi: Ah, it’s nice to meet you…! My name is Takanashi, I work in the same office as Ogami-san. 

Okarin: I work for a different company, but I’m Okazaki. 

Anesagi: Likewise, I’m Anesagi. Pleasure. 

Shirou: Nice to meet you. I’m Utsugi. 

Banri: ….. So basically that’s why we were just sightseeing in Karuizawa together. What are you doing here, Morino? 

Morino: Ohh, so that’s how it is…! Actually, I’m a photographer. I was here in Karuizawa to have a photoshoot with a model for a wedding brochure tomorrow. 

Banri: A photographer?! That’s amazing, Morino! You’ve always loved photography, and now your dreams have come true! 

Morino: They have! …Except…. I’m having some trouble right now. 

Okarin: Trouble? 

Morino: ….. Yeah…. Wait. Ogami, how tall are you now?

Banri: …. I have a bad feeling about this. 

Morino: ….Yeah, yeah! I think it’ll work! 

Banri: What’ll work?! 

Morino: I have a favor to ask, Ogami! Today, the final adjustments on the wedding outfit for Banff (3) are supposed to be made, but we can’t get into contact with the fitting model. At this rate, tomorrow’s photoshoot could be postponed! 

Morino: So I was thinking, for old time’s sake, could you help me out and be my fitting model?! 

Tsumugi & Okarin & Banri & Anesagi & Shirou: HUH….?! 

Banri: W-wait a minute! Even if it’s just for a fitting, I’m just a normal person….?! 

Morino: But your body shape will fit perfectly! Right now I’m desperately looking for a fitting model, but I can’t find someone who can come to Karuizawa on such short notice. 

Morino: So I’m in a bit of a pinch this month. If the photoshoot gets delayed, then I…. .

Banri: I- I get it…! I understand your situation, but I’m not here on my own. 

Tsumugi: It’s alright, Banri-san! 

Banri: Huh?! 

Shirou: We all just talked about it and since we don’t have any plans after this, we agreed you should help out. 

Banri: Huuh?! 

Anesagi: Wouldn’t it be fun to see you as a fitting model? 

Okarin: I think there’s a lot to be learned about dealing with unexpected situations! 

Tsumugi: You got this, Banri-san! 

Banri: Aren’t you being pretty eager, Takanashi-san?! But, even if Morino is fine with it, it doesn’t mean the other party will give the OK!

Morino: I just called to check and they’d like me to bring you! 

Banri: Huuuuuh?!?! 

End of Episode 2. 

TL Notes:

Keema is a type of Indian curry with minced meat and vegetables. 

The literal translation is something like “Have you done something?!” but with the context of his reply, I went with “Do you have experience?” 

I assume he’s talking about Banff, Canada? Since it’s a resort town that is commonly used for a wedding destination. 

Side note: I was actually curious if “Morino” was the name of the friend that introduced Banri and Yuki since that was a classmate we knew about, but I don’t think he ever got a name since I couldn’t find one lol

[rxttenfish]

hi !!! sending this on anon because i am rather nervous all things considered <:3 (i am lying to you, i have not considered 'all things'.) one monster prom fan to another (can we be compared using such broad terminology ? i feel as if i am domesticated compared to you... [compliment, or at the very least not inherently negative]) , i wanted to thank you SO SO SO VERY MUCH for giving miranda so much love and thought and mulling her over in your mind in such a ... refreshing way

i also really really really like miri , but i can only aspire to have your level of dedication . it feels almost like we are of totally different worlds... !!!!!

thank you for bringing in real world biology too :3 i absolutely adore your design for her so much (this is most likely not proper grammar, but it is very late and i am very cold and so i will hope with all my heart you will excuse this mistake. one of many, i should assume) - though !!!! i do have a question if that is alright ?????

i cant say that a marine macropredator of a significantly vibrant pink really strikes me as advantageous colouring - does the abyssal environment that you say the merfolk live in negate the need for camouflage and such ????? i apologise for sounding passive aggressive !!!! i am merely asking a question. cocking my head to the side if you will

additionally, i would like to ask something foolish. how do they acquire food? i dont want to say 'hunt', because that might seem insulting. historically were they built for stalking, or high speed chases, or...???? please, talk 'nerdy to me' as they say !!! <- in an entirely normal way befitting two strangers of course.

you know, i would have expected to hit the ask word limit by now. but it seems i have not. yippee !!!!

with my extra space, i shall add this: I ABSOLUTELY ADORE THE WAY YOIU WRITE MIRI . GOOD LOOOOOORD IT IS AMAZING HAVIJNG SOMEOENE WHO KNOWS WHAT THEYRE DOING IWIITH HER thank yoiu for making her at least moderately intelligent. i feel blessed <- is this all too harsh sounding???? im a little new to all this letter/ask-writing thing <:3

IN ANY CASE !!!!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOIU SO VERY MUCH. AGAIN. drops this and scuttles away

https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/761693443676045363/1183251697129226270/ordered3.png

also i believe you can indeed tell, but i drew that in ms paint with my finger .. sorry that it looks like poop <:3

(moving the image out of the link just in case it breaks-)

AAAAAA THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!! this looks so WONDERFUL i love the way that you've shaped her head and how you've captured how Chunky it is... i know its one of the things people have the hardest time drawing with her so its just all the more impressive how well youve managed to capture her!!!

i also love the little doodles eeeee..... please feel free to toss all ocs at miri, its enrichment for her <3 ironically gentle chewing/biting is a Play and Bonding thing for merfolk so she shall happily Bites Bites Bites back-

(also i LOVE her smile!!! you arent anthropomorphizing in the slightest for that - miri often does have very human expressions in a way that's odd for a merfolk, because she effectively got imprinted during her time spent inland... and its politically useful if you smile and match expressions with the people you're trying to work with anyways)

ill also go ahead and answer your questions because i can! very easily clarify on them!

the color: actually, being bright red and pink is actually very common for deep sea animals, due to the way light works at depth! its why i decided miranda was abyssal, because that felt like the most natural way to explain why she's pink, since it's such an uncommon color in nature.

basically, different colors of light have different lengths! red is the shortest wavelength of light, and blue is the longest. water might be clear, but there's a lot of water in the ocean, and the more water you add, the more it filters out light - which is why the bottom of a pool might be dark and shady, but if you hold a little of the water in your hands there's no shade. the ocean is a lot deeper than a pool, and so it gets darker as you go down, but because it's also clear, it doesn't filter out all that light at the same rate.

red, being the shortest wavelength of light, gets filtered out first, so red often gets quickly darker the deeper down you go, until it's completely black! camouflage is dependent on the environment, so their color and brightness has to match the background, but it also depends on the light that's hitting the animal. it's why fawns have dappled spots, or animals might have black stripes, so they can mimic the light of their environment. and when your environment has no red light, well... red's a pretty good color to be!

because of this, a lot of animals in the deep sea can't actually see red either, which is doubly the reason why you might want to be red! think of it like tigers, and how ungulates often can't see their orange, making them look just about the same color as the foliage around them when they're hunting! miranda might stick out on land, but that's just because we aren't seeing her in the environment she's made for, where she blends in with everything else around her as much as a pure black animal.

(it's also why her bioluminescence is blue - blue is the longest wavelength of light, and the one most animals can see at that depth. if she lights up, then she wants to be seen, and she can even alter her silhouette to appear larger or smaller or breaking it up into multiple shapes if she needs to. it's why her tapetum lucidum is blue when light's shone on it, because there is blue light to be seen at depth, it's just very dim!)

(this is also why giant squid are bright red, and why the stoplight loosejaw fish is so special! the latter actually produces its own red light, and can see red light, which means that it has a secret light that won't reveal where it is but will reveal to it where its prey is!)

food: this is something that depends a lot, because there are actually multiple different species of merfolk, which is mostly my fault because i don't always feel like i communicate this the best. they're all slightly different in how they evolved to capture prey, with abyssals in particular being fuckoff huge ambush predators that attack from below, and others being shallower-water hunters or more adapted for smaller, faster prey - but they all evolved from an ancestor with a fairly consistent prey-capture method.

in short, all merfolk are ancestrally evolved to hunt whales and other large prey items, with all the extant species still holding at least a degree of this. primarily, they were ambush predators who were good at getting in close to their prey before a sudden burst of speed. they would work together in close-knit groups (one of the big pressures for their increasing socialization and larger brains, to coordinate such groups) to all mob a single prey item at once, hitting with force to cause sudden trauma, and then using their claws, double-thumbs, back feet, and mouths to hold onto their prey and refuse to be dislodged. they'd repeatedly claw and use their strong bites and massive heads to rip deeply into their prey, causing further massive trauma and shock, and if that failed, bleeding their prey to death.

think of it like the raptor prey restraint model, just further taking advantage of the fact that they were underwater, where no one else has hands that could potentially rip them off. being smaller and somewhat less-optimized for marine life compared to things like sharks and whales and large fish worked for them, because they had a novel adaptation that allowed them to take advantage of things no one else could, and the numbers to make up for it. this is, likewise, why they never lost their hands and fully developed flippers, instead making their limbs as flipper-like as possible to make up for it.

then as time went on and certain populations became separated from each other, they adapted for slightly different niches, but all remain fairly closely related to each other as a genus.

in the modern day, most merfolk don't really "hunt" for all of their meals, at least not in the same way that we might think. don't get me wrong, they still absolutely hunt and it's a larger part of their lives than it is for most humans, but they have options.

mostly, the merfolk theory for their relationship with nature is to invite it in. this is not to say they aren't controlling and pruning it, but they do live underwater, and it's far harder to keep animals out than it is on land, so merfolk accepted it and worked with it. they'll work to promote growth around their buildings and where they live, fostering the growth of sea grass and algae and coral and other sessile animals, encouraging them to set down and grow in these areas, and they'll then let more wild animals move in, further encouraged by these natural sources of food and shelter, on top of merfolk working even further to encourage them in. they serve as a functional cleanup crew for the merfolk in these settlements, being allowed to eat anything that merfolk might drop or go to waste, and even moreso might be purposefully fed at times, or have specific homes for them built. merfolk will keep encouraging them and taking care of them until they become a biorich hotspot, creating unique oasises for wildlife to live alongside merfolk.

however, this isn't just a free-for-all, persay. merfolk will also purposefully prune these populations and control how they form, often removing "problem" animals and encouraging certain behaviors which makes it easier for these populations to live alongside merfolk, not viewing them as a threat, but also not viewing them as an opportunity either. they will directly shape how these areas grow and cultivate them on a physical level, often using them as an easy shortcut to literally grow their settlements and buildings. but they will also harvest from these populations and selectively breed them, until their cities and towns act as massive public gardens full of food to be caught, picked, and eaten at any time

as there are also a lot of (very politically powerful) nomadic groups, they also do this, albeit not always so directly. they'll have specific shoals or "runs" of fish that they will follow behind and take care of, managing as they move through the ocean in accordance with the seasons. this is where the whales still factor in, because the nomadic groups will also take care of the whales, purposefully keeping an eye on their pods and taking care of them and, when the time comes, being choosy and particular in which whale they select at any given time to be hunted, harvested, and eaten.

(there's also the way in which food is distributed and managed throughout the merkingdom, since some food is indeed shipped and moved throughout the different areas, but that's a different story for another time and i've talked enough)

BUT!!!! thank you so much and thank you for enjoying all of this that ive been making with miri, and thank you for giving me an excuse to talk more about her <3

[tetskuro]

hihi i want to do a haikyuu matchup! 🎐

- she/her pronouns

- romantic matchup

- male pairing

- my MBTI is ISTJ, and i’m really quiet and shy. my friends call me a doormat sometimes, but i'm working on it! i tend to stay at the back of the group and keep an eye on everyone to make sure no one gets lost. i’m very protective of my friends and family, and i am usually pretty good at diffusing tension between others and being a good listener.

- i love to read and listen to music! my current obsession is murder mysteries because i like to try and solve it before the characters do, but i’m only successful 50% of the time. i’m a pre-medicine student who is working on a biochemistry/molecular biology degree though, so my free time is limited :<. my to-read list grows by the day

- i look for someone who is more extroverted than me (not really that hard haha), someone who can make me laugh, and someone who is really ambitious! ideally he would be a huge nerd who wouldn’t mind listening to me talk about random biochemistry facts i find interesting.

- an ideal first date for me would be a coffee shop! i tend to get anxious eating around other people before i get to know them, so really anything without food is good!

thank youuuu ♡

your matchup is...

sugawara koushi

⭑ suga is a very easygoing and emotionally intelligent guy

⭑ i feel like he's friendly enough to bring others out of their shell but not overly extroverted to the point where it scares some individuals away

⭑ you know the type of people that after hanging out with them, you feel instantly at ease and refreshed? yeah that's suga

⭑ he has a naturally cheerful disposition so you'd always have a good time when you're around him

⭑ he notices that you're very protective and always looking out for those who are close to you so he makes sure that you're taking care of yourself as well

⭑ suga is such an unconditionally supportive person and he thinks it's incredibly admirable of you to be dedicating yourself to medicine bc he knows how challenging it must be

⭑ whenever you're stressed out or exhausted due to your classes, he's willing to give you whatever it is that you need at the moment, whether it's a couple of words of affirmation or just some space for yourself

⭑ he wholeheartedly understands how much time and effort is required for your area of study

⭑ if you ever need someone to help you review for an exam (e.g. going through flashcards or reciting random facts), suga's there for you

⭑ i can see suga being a fan of reading, however murder mysteries aren't usually what he goes for

⭑ but he sees you with your book one day and gets sucked in immediately when he starts reading it over your shoulder

⭑ it becomes a competition between the two of you to see who can figure out the culprit first (accurately)

⭑ you guys reach the part of the book where the true suspect is revealed and suga's like "i knew it was him all along" (no he did not)

⭑ while suga would have certain favorite genres of music, i think he'd be open to listening to anything so he'd definitely ask you for song recs

⭑ you'd send him some of your current favorite playlists his way and he'd listen to them and give you a detailed reaction to each one

⭑ i just know that suga would have the best cafes and coffee shops in the area memorized like the back of his hand

⭑ you guys would take alternating turns picking out which cafes to visit each time you go out

⭑ both of you would enjoy a little coffee shop date where you can just talk and get to know each other better

your matchup runner-up is kuroo tetsuro

[whorediaries-09]

hello! im kinda shy about participating in your birthday event so im submitting my ask though my old abandoned account but firstly, happy birthday!! i hope you have a lovely lovely one ahead, and that your year ahead is filled so much love and warmth 💗💗

i pick “you wanted to have fun 🪶”

i have brown-amber eyes, i’m 160-161cm tall (so 5’3? i think). i have one dimple, and i usually get called mild-mannered or sweet a lot (even in school reports 😓), based on my face and actions i think

i’m not very athletic, and if anything, i hate anything sporty. i’m an infp, i speak three languages, and i generally dress in a softer manner. i also never really cared for mbti types but ive been an infp for years, and every year, i meet new people who pick up on that without any prompting.

i am generally much more emotional (not in an overly sensitive way, but in the way where my heart with ache and ill probably cry for days if someone i loved was hurt). but im also really noisy and shameless with the right people, and i love that i have people like that in my life, who i feel safe and happy with. i can be loud and free, even in public settings, i just need to be happy and safe first. i used to get bullied and ostracised as a child (for being a little chubby, and quiet, and a book lover. sometimes i still go a little stiff or feel so weird when i get complimented on my face and body. especially now that ive grown up, and receive such compliments from strangers and friends. it just causes a really bad reaction sometimes.) so im always very grateful for the love i have in my life.

i like to read, write (i write on tumblr too! just for a different fandom, although i might write for the marauders soon, i just love them too much to write without feeling too soft inside bcs im just emotional like that), and i love to daydream to music while pacing around the house at night. i’m usually really good with crafty things like crocheting, embroidery, and just general crafts. i don’t think i’m very good at other artsy things, but i am studying a course which involves art history, but i plan to go into a literature field where i can also dabble in history.

last thing about me: i talk a lot, which i’m sure you may have already noticed 😓😓 ironic considering the fact that i used to have selective mutism from an anxiety disorder as a child. but still!!

i hope i havent rambled too much— i love the marauders, and ive loved them (oh omg its almost been a decade) since i was a child. i revisit everything every now and then, but this is my first time actually interacting with anyone in the marauders space.

i hope you have a lovely lovely day ahead, and thank you for hosting this game! stay safe and warm 💗💗

hello lovely! firstly i want to thank so much you for the wish, though i feel obliged to tell you that my birthday is on the day the event ends haha. and i usually don't say this but you seem like such a sweet sweet person oh my gosh! lastly, thank you for sending in a request!

i ship you with james potter!

james knows he's a goner since the first time he talked to you. he's completely entranced, head over heels if you will. and his feelings only deepen as the time passes by because how can they not? with every interaction you're crawling out of your comfort zone the more you interact with each other. as he starts knowing about your true self, he's just finds himself falling for you harder and faster.

you're not much into sports, and he's attracted to that fact, because to him, it's a nice escape from his professional life. he thinks it's a nice and a very much needed escape from the constant hustle and bustle from that life, since he's very famous and well known around the world.

he likes how emotional you are. he thinks it's refreshing because most people nowadays aren't very vulnerable; or show emotions. he thinks it's raw, and real. as someone who's emotional himself, he likes the fact that you're emotionally available, and not afraid to express yourself. so whether you're being shameless and loud or sad and gloomy, he likes every bit your expressive self. he likes that you're not pretentious about your personality and how you're true with your own self.

he's noticed that you resist and become uncomfortable when he compliments you. he doesn't comment on it, but he's taken on himself to make sure you understand that he means every compliment that he showers you with.

james is also very entranced by the fact that you carry such a bunch of artistic hobbies. he likes how you engage in the things that make you happy. he likes to read the things you write. he also tries to spoil you with books you even lay a finger on while strolling through the book store. he also buys you a lot of crocheting yarns in different colors for you to crochet. out of pure love, you crochet him a lot of beanies. you also love to embroider designs on his t-shirts, and he wears them with pride.

and last but not the least, he loves the fact that you're so talkative. james is a naturally talkative person and he loves that you talk so much, which is refreshing to him, because he's usually used to carry conversations. it's nice to stop once and listen to someone he loves so much.

hopefully the ship didn't disappoint! have a nice day/night ahead :)! (also if you ever write about the marauders, please do tag me, i'd love to read your work!)

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