#that feels lame when im just rambling on about stuff like this though

[bungouchronicles]

I want Fyodor to come back all beaten and broken and crazier than ever. Like he didn't have many normal person morals to begin with but I want him to throw all of that away for his cause. He's scarred and burned and has lost an arm, which he promptly switched for a metal one but he's alive. The decay of the angel doesn't exist anymore and neither do the rats in the house of dead. It's just Fyodor and Nikolai now and they're both equally insane.

I want Fyodor to be driven by hate and vengefulness. I want him to stop at nothing to see Dazai dead. I want him to be wrapped in bandages from the crash and I want Dazai to realise just how much he looks like his own past self. Fyodor is the worst version of what Dazai could've been, now more than ever.

Fyodor wants to compare his return to the resurrection of Jesus Christ but the truth is that he's nothing like him, fuelled by hate rather than love for the people. He is everything he never wanted to be but that thought doesn't even cross his mind.

He will cleanse the world of sin at all cost, starting with those who made him this way.

[voidzphere]

look im so sorry for bothering you and writing this but i just think your REALLY FREAKING COOL!!! and im sorry if i sound lame or anything but i just wanted to tell you that i love your art and what you do for killers character with his stages and issues. not a lot of people do this and im really happy you do

you don't have to but can you tell me some of you favorite canon facts/headcanons you ahev about him? Im just curious to see how much you know and what your thoughts are. Sorry again if this bothers you-

THANK U !! u dont sound lame + u arent botherin me at all ^_^

and im honored to be the only killer sans irl artizt who actually talkz about killer'z full character in this hellhole of a fandom tyty doez a bow

some of my favorite headcanonz i have for killer:

super fucking chaotic, but alzo emotional, as much as he doeznt want to be. he'z still pretty chaotic, emotional, and impulsive in canon as well but when i say this i mean he is WILD. teenager going through puberty chaotic and emotional. he will not hesitate to play his loud ass electric guitar in his room until nightmare screamz at him to shut up. it helpz him get his emotionz out becauze he doeznt like venting to otherz. makez him feel like a desperate and pathetic puddle begging for peoplez' pity and mercy. one of his favorite songz to play is "Crybaby" - Destroy Boys

lovez holidayz. setz everything up like three monthz before the actual holiday comez around and everyone is just kinda forced to go along with it cuz they dont wanna disappoint him. he just wantz to experience coming together with his "family" and hanging out with them, though it'll never be the same ever again.

when he got recruited and moved into nightmare'z castle for the first time, he asked for an extra pillow specifically for cuddling. he needz something to hold while he sleepz, it helpz him feel safe. he has a bunch of plushiez for that now, but he alwayz wishez he had an actual person to hug.

some of my favorite canon aspectz of killer:

the fact he has alterz + is implied to be a system !! makez me feel better cuz i am a system as well. he doeznt like talkin abt the subject either, and neither do i.

he'z one of the only "main" sansez to be shown as exclusively attracted to + flirt with only men (nightmare, color, cross, fell, etc.)

as unhinged and evil as he is, he doeznt want to be this way. he wantz to be a better person, and carez about a lot of people even if he has a hard time showing it. but he believez he'z gone too far to go back to become a good person again. (real)

this is a LOT but yeah !! ty 4 the question, i love rambling about this stuff <3

[veone]

Can't really sleep so mini rambles about Nick and his evolution for me on his look. I am trying to balance his features well because he looks very much his father with some of his mother features and color.

Dark brown eyes, sometimes he wears contacts and he opts for dark blue, so dark you don't notice they are blue. His scerla is touch red all the time due to irritates in the air and his drug us that shades the eyes and blood by extention blue. It be odd to see him with clear skin, he doesn't take care of his skin, it's not to bad all the time but he'd always have a pimple or two on his forehead and or chin until he gets a bit older. I don't think he really cares tbh. He doesn't look in the mirror often. Eye bags and dark circles from the lack of sleep that's been a consistent issue since he was a child. Sparce facial hair, he can grow a beard but it takes a little long and it's unfortunately genetic.

Thick eyebrows, not styled outside of making sure they don't connect. Clothing wise I style him very casual, borderline very lazily, fortunately for him i have stuck the fashion in early 2000s and late 90s look and he doesn't put alot of effort into cloths. Most are borrowed or second hand from the community shelters. He gravitate towards more skater styles, cargo pants, baggy jeans, big shirts and layers. Only really wears two pairs of dirty white shoes outside of work uniform that are ill fit, usually a bit baggy from weight lost or he mistakenly took someone else's cloths. Work boots from warehouse jobs. Mechanic top that was just found. Has nick on it. Don't know who that nick is though.

Hair! Thick dark hair, as he ages it's thining at the temples but he'll never go bald. It's graying, he has a bit of gray peeking through and he is going to be a thirty something year old with salt n pepper hair. He is not doing great tbh, it's a combo of stress and genetics. He dyes it though when he's feeling like taking care of him self. Technically he would be wearing glasses but cybernetics exist and even if they didn't he wouldn't wear them because he think he looks lame.

He doesn't maintain his cybernetics very well. They need some updates but they aren't effecting him to much. He has some fixes to his vision and his hearing in his right ear, along with some corrections to his brain from getting his head actually cracked open at some point in his early 20s. Has chronic migraines that flair up when he's stressed, orginate from a stress headache and takes a nose dive. He needs a dark room, cold and quiet. Can totally turn off his hearing at will because no. He's five eight, he's average hight for the earth's population of men. Most men don't get taller than five ten with some exceptions of being six feet. With him bring trans though if he never transitioned he'd be considered tall for a women. Most women are about five five and shorter but the height difference isn't to noticeable.

Weight-flucicates from lack of appetite from drug use and his mental health just nose diving. When he's sober and relatively stable, he can pick up weight pretty quickly, has a great appetite, and kinda a shit diet of take out and energy drinks. Really enjoys fried foods and dumplings. Can't ever see him being toned or muscular. He don't exercise unless like sid dragged him along with her to the gym or some yoga class. He out of shape in that regards and hates it. I don't blame him.

Tats and scars! He only has a sleave that stretches over one side of his chest. It's to cover old scars and a recovery thing for him that didn't really work but it's not constant reminder of some shitty days. Wanted to cover up track mark-just uses the other arm. He will get a sleave when he gets clean from iv drug use. He got burned at some point as a tween playing with stuff he shouldn't have been, it's on his on tated arm and bits of his abdomen. Not to bad but it's noticeable to note. Random addition but nick is in his late 20s or early 30s, im saying or because he doesn't actually tell people his age because he'd rather have people assume because they aim lower and he has a bit of insecurities about the fact he's not where he "should" be for his age. This is why when he find out sid is like 24 he responses by gagging. He mentally blocks out her age because if he thinks about it to long it send him because he's really use to dating in his age range or older and feels like he should be more of a leader n sid is not allowing that. He's happy with that but he got expectations of "older" men that he gotta work on a bit.

[blkkizzat]

hi im shy so i haven't interacted b4 but i luv your fics! i like that you write stories & just don't post smau or twt porn links.

Hey nonny! TY for liking my work, its appreciated!! I do encourage you to interact though, even if its just a comment or continued anon msgs cause they do encourage me to write. I also really like receiving them <33 so I hope you or anyone else feels comfy to interact with me. *i dont bite i promiseeeee*

However, I honestly don't think theres anything wrong with smaus or twt porn links.

I incorporated smaus into my fics before. I adore writing or reading a good crack fic/post so I definitely think they have their place too and they are funny! I just personally struggle when it comes to writing shorter content so not something in my wheelhouse to do. (lol anything i write under 1k words i automatically think is dogshit. lol someone teach me to write short stuff i beg.)

Also I be EATING UP those twt porn links!! I don't post any of my own as my twitter is a stan account and I don't follow/like/retwt porn on there cause I don't want to mess up my algorithm. But I do be bookmarking them HEAVY! They are good reference material for my smut fics tbh.

Also I try to stay out of the mess/discourse cause I feel like people should be able to enjoy what they like without writing lame dissertations in defense/debating about it. But since we are on the topic already I'll add I haven't really understood the hate for them in particular, especially those saying people who like/post them have porn addictions because what!? Like we are not all on here to write/read smut?? pot---meet--->kettle. Anyway I guess I can understand the frustration some have when they assume they are stealing attention away from fics, but idk tumblr is huge and there is a place/audience for everyone is my belief. I've seen many long 6k+ fics breaking 20k+ so I think theres interest in long fics as well (one of my 7k+ fic has 18k+ notes). But I work in marketing, am getting my MBA right now and have worked in the middle of business and creative my entire career (at one point i worked for Twitch directly with streamers/influencers) so I can say when it comes to anything content/creative driven its honestly it's less about the quality of the individual work and more about regularly finding, interacting and catering to your audience if you really care about notes that much . I think its far more important though to do it for fun. Especially since we are not getting paid and doing this for free-99! So much creativity gets stifled when its too much about the business/results/notes side and you are working to please others/for clout. Thats a whole ass job in itself lmfao! I used to write on ff.net back in the day (years ago omfg) and stressed myself out so much from all the reviews/requests that I ended up abandoning it and was scared to write fanfics for years because of the anxiety of 'letting ppl down' until I got back into it last fall and decided to stop giving a fuck LOL.

Ahhh but I could ramble on about that for hours so let me stop I'm doing what I said I didn't want to do cause this is def now a mini dissertation from me going down the rabbit hole on this LMFAO! (im long-winded af lol)

But ty for the ask nonny I hope you come back soon <3

[fuitgummybat]

casual disclaimer my memorys lame so if i sent this already just ignore hehehee hii! im sending asks to people with 'ask me anything' in their bio thingy; feel free to answer or not, or respond however youd like hehe!

what is your favorite holiday or occasion/theme?

what fragrance/scents put you in a good mood?

what kind of weather do you love?

if you could have a dream about anything, what would you dream about?

what kind of treats do you love/make you feel happy?

what's your favorite hands-on activity (or what would you like to try)?

what kind of music are you craving/listening to right now?

what's something that makes you smile/laugh when you think about it?

Oh wow!! I haven’t had an ask in forever! :D

Guess I’ve got some time to kill before I’ve gotta head to work~

Favorite holiday / occasion / theme

I’m a big Christmas guy! It’s always been an important holiday in my family, and I love decorating the tree on my own <3

Fragrance / Scent that puts you in a good mood

I went on a cologne hunt with a friend a couple months ago and discovered I lean toward citrusy scents! I also love those like, “salty ocean scents”- whatever you can call them XD

Weather that you love

Clear skies with light wind! Best time to go out in the summer, and the loveliest winter weather for a walk- bonus points when the sun is low.

A dream about anything

I’d probably want to dream about moments that happened in the Drakkenheim campaign I’m in- a glimpse at what it would be like to see my beautiful boy in action <3

Treats you love / make you happy

I love hard, chewy, fruity candies, and I also love ice cream. Have you ever tried half-frozen mini gummy bears in ice cream before? That’s the good stuff.

Favorite hands-on activity / you’d like to try

I love playing ukulele and making music in general, especially with other people!

In the future, I’d love to learn how to play guitar. And also how to sew more properly since rn my abilities are mediocre at best…

Music you’re craving / listening to right now?

That switches up constantly! Though right now I’ve got Caravan of Love by the Housemartins of all things stuck in my head, and I’ve been in the mood to delve into early Gorillaz again lately!

Something that makes you laugh / smile when thinking about it

I have a recording of my D&D group, seconds after one of the biggest, most revealing sessions in the whole campaign, and it’s just everyone screaming and wildly theorizing while our DM giggles in the background.

That session and recalling everyone’s reactions at the end always brings a smile to my face <3

And there we go!

Thank you so much @syrips for letting me ramble about myself <3

Now I gotta hurry the fuck up and head off XD

[hellonerf]

5 + 22 for ame!!!! :3

5 : first song in mind : depending on my mood really and how honed in i am the general themes i associate him with (how personal/human focused im imagining his issues to be in that moment) 🤤 but im gna be cringe and free rn and just say kirai kirai jiga hidai by kuragep is like easily fitting to me most of the time

22 : thing i like in fics with him vs thing i dont like : for something i like, i like when its an outside pov to him and hes like fucking weird in that specific way that really hits my marks 🤤🤤🤤 honestly its hard to explain for me... im pretty open to how his personality can be but 🤤 i like when he's not well adjusted but kind of persistently indestructible in how he behaves? like immovable object/unstoppable force lol...

as for something i don't like, thinking hard on this 🤔 i think. (trying not to come off as annoyingly prissy about his characterization...) ok putting it under in case i do just start to ramble

i don't like when people play into his hero thing with it being seen as a sincerely good honest untroubled thing like i read fics of other characters doing shit and hes something of a cop there and i start passing out really hard. i don't know i think he's generally disinterested in other people most of the time it's hard to put that with a Sincere hero talk without him just seeming like a hypocrite. obviously you could just make him not disinterested in people in ur fic for that but in my preference i'd just sacrifice his sincerity 🤤 also u make him a "cop hero" and i really just pass out so hard. getting up and leaving. sorry i can't do this shit...

well, i obviously like an ame thats ill in some ways, but i don't like when he feels too fragile personally(emphasis on personally)... this feels obvious with what i put for something i like lol. but i mean i like when something does totally destroy him but i need it to make sense in my head 🤤 though i don't mind it too hard since people do whatever mental stuff in their fics it just doesn't do it for me Personally...

this is just a lame and gay one but when he is too smooth suave whatever flirt 🙁 just total personal thing because i hate male characters who are not only handsome but like smooth and loveinterest-like and AME is my FAVORITE so he CAN'T be a CHARACTER TYPE i HATE!!!! (loud banging head on wall)

now i might make it seem like i would dislike a puppylike good honest ame. thats not true i like him like that too sometimes (when i wanna go aw... aw... aw.....)(then i start wanting to trap him in a cage) but i also want his flaws to be pulled to the front sometimes and maybe he can be forced to confront with his honest to god insufferableness or maybe other people have to. it relly depends 🤤 i like all kinds of ame it rly matters on execution i spose...

oh also i don't like when they overdo the deception thing i definitely talked about this before lol but when its master manipulator shit like 😕(BORED AS FUCK) idk. i just don't believe it. other people aren't that dumb. everypony knows you bucking lied. and if he's lying about something i'd like it if it's copium to himself too like im not a bad guy its just like this..!!! this is how it is!!! if ur gonna make him fucked up i'd like it if it's in a miserable world and no human has been or is sane bcz its miserable out here and everyone knows he lies nobody does anything about it cz argh whaetver... people have their own business all the time... i like lived in worlds and whenever everyone is caricatures while one guy is ReallySmart and pulling the strings it just doesn't feel grounded and i fall asleep

[spacedhead]

homestuck rereading post #3: hivebent part 2

(im adding this part when im done with this whole thing but most of my text is referring to the image under it unless stated otherwise. but i think you can tell based on the spacing when that isnt the case)

im beginning to think these titles are too long. anyway LETS FUCKING GOOOO I LOVE TAVROS NITRAM

one thing about him is that he loves fiduspawn. which as we all know is an allegory for pokemon. is allegory the right word? sources say: probably not

:) hes clappingggg

do not answer that message. keep looking at your posters. if you know whats good for you you wont even look at your computer . throw that shit away

whats her deal????

⬆️ okay well that was actually a pretty tame first interaction. she was just like haha tavros im gonna beat you at this game L and tavros was like uhhh i think we shouldnt talk . but you know him. he continued talking to her anyway. like a chump or something

what is her deal!!!!!!!!!!!!! why does the story keep framing kanaya as this bugger/meddler/fusser . she is so cool though and Normal.

tell me why this is so scary . what is this a horror story. relax

/ROLLS EYES

me on the overwatch grind every damn day

karkat wishes he had even an ounce of the swag and rizz nepeta has. you will never be her.

this is kinda funny. but he is lame its true

TAVROS GAHH YOU KILLED YOUR LUSUS. FUCK

foreshadowing.... this is like in dragon ball z when goku and piccolo are fighting raditz and goku is like "well strength isnt the only thing that matters in a fight!" and raditz is like "you are a fucking moron LMAO"

it actually isnt a real thing to say. so

oh man this is so fucked up

man he cannot catch a break right now

this interaction between karkat and vriska is interesting to me cause its karkat being like a really awful person to vriska and i would feel bad but i JUST watched her paralyze tavros while berating him and laughing at him. so its like damn. i dunno how to feel ...

okay well . this is a little bit rude but whatever

this is so awesome . you love to see a girlboss winning

what is she waffling about

i have nothing to say about the equius stuff. anyway check out this particular interaction. ⬇️

⬆️surely no more stabbing in the back between these two.

me when someone tells me vriska has w rizz. idk . this is crazy though

oh Wow

she is fuh reaking out right now . someone please get her some therapy. also all of them? all of them need it

tavros is on that no hate grindset i love to see it

i wonder if i had different color blood if my fans would turn on me. some fans they would be.... i actually have no idea what im talking about right now but i love to ramble on and on about inane bullshit so

handshakes all around to those who made it this far.

WOOOO RESIDENT LESBIAN INTRODUCED. the crowd goes fucking insane

ROSE MENTIONED!!! gosh it feels like its been so long since ive seen her.....i miss those damn kids....

im being forced to end this one here (i hit the image limit) but im coming back with a vengeance soon because we are just getting started with this DAMN SESSION

[bakacentipede]

KAEDEHARA KAZUHA X READER (AU)

part 1

Just A KAZUHA FLUFF CAUSE I LOVE HIM TOO MUCH.

Kaedehara Kazuha, the way his presence feels, it's contradicting because although it feels like a soft spring breeze that makes me smile to myself but at the same time it's almost as terrifying, no wait- it's as intimidating as the grey sky preparing to rain and ruining the plans I make once in a thousand years.

His platinum blonde hair with a crimson strand is always tied up in a messy ponytail, framing His face perfectly, making his features look even softer.

His eyes look so beautiful everytime he tries to focus, its cute.

I hate literature ngl even though I love reading poetries and writing and stuff but literature class has no RIGHT TO BE THIS BORING, well I can always admire Kazuha, I promise I'm not a creep, i just really like him.

For some reason everytime I'm in Literature, i always feel like someone's staring at me but when I look around ITS LITERALLY NO ONE. I can't be just dreaming. Don't tell me someone thinks of me as I think of Kazuha-

nevermind, I need to stay humble.

It's Friday today, and I'm heading towards my literature class right now THANKFULLY it's our last class for the day and I can't wait to see Kazuha!! I just hope the professor doesn't ruin it all by giving us assignments-

I walk into the empty class not checking if someone's there rambling about how much I hate this class and that's when I hear someone say, "Why do you dislike this class,y/n?"

-oh hell nah, he knows my name????????

"...oh kazuha- i just find it boring that's all" I kindly smiled at the blonde haired boy.

He furrowed his eyebrows confused as to ask me why I'd find something so interesting, so boring. Putting my bag on my desk, I turn to him, "Don't get me wrong, I love literature as a subject, that's why i chose to study it" I paused to think what to say next "well maybe it's just the professor."

He giggled as shook his head in agreement, "I won't deny that, he does make it sound boring"

-I've never seen him laugh, he's beautiful.

"Mr. Bradley needs some caffeine in his system" I continued as we both laughed at my VERY lame joke, oh God why did you not give me the ability to hold a conversation without being lame???

Class was filling up slowly as other students came in along with our professor, as much as i hated it, we bid our goodbyes and went back to our assigned seats.

"Students, i have something special for you today" Mr Bradley,our professor stated.

please no assignments, please pleassssseeee

Mr. Bradley continued in a lazy tone, "I'm giving out this assignment which you have to complete this weekend and present it on Monday, no excuses"

oh hell no

The class was filled with the sounds of unsatisfied students not wanting to work on the project.

"there's a good news though" Professor tried really hard to sound enthusiastic but failed miserably, "you'll be working in a group of two!!! isn't it lovely students?"

"please no its not" I muttered under my breath.

uh oh someone's staring again

ignore the feeling y/n and focus in the class you dimwit.

Everyone started to look at eachother's bestfriend to partner up but Mr. Bradley had something else in mind.

"Silence class, you cannot pair with anyone of your choice, i have made the groups myself and I will not be hearing any complaints, understood?" Mr. Bradley made himself clear as he distributed the list that had the assigned groups in it.

I patiently went through the list trying to find my name, too lazy to even care.

Group S

Y/F/N (Your full name) x Kaedehara Kazuha

wait what-

I looked twice just to check I wasn't seeing things, I turned around with wide eyes to look at where he was sitting and much to my surprise he was looking at me too.

okay-

He gave me a toothy grin and mouthed, "see you after class" and all I could do was nod.

I KNOW IM OVERREACTING but I've liked him for two years now and today for the first time I actually had a conversation with him AND NOW IM EVEN PARTNERED UP WITH HIM!???

I don't even know how to react but as much as working on a project sucks, atleast I'll get to spend time with Kazuha.

The sound of the bell ringing filled the corridors signaling its time to go home, and I'm gonna shit myself, because KAEDEHARA KAZUHA IS COMING TOWARDS ME????

I hate to say it but I'm a simp, this man has me swooped. Need to act tough-

"Hey y/n, so we're gonna be working together this weekend." He smiled, a hint of hesitation in his eyes. I looked at him "You don't have to worry, I can even do it myself... if partnering up with me makes you any uncomfortable.

I smiled, I'm trying really hard to not make it awkward but I guess I'm making things worse????

"oh no its not like that" he said, nervously "I'm used to doing things by myself and it's the first time I've ever been in a group project. But I'm glad i got to partner up with you and no one else-"

oh?

his eyes widened as he panicked, " Oh dear me, what I meant was that-"

I cut him off, "I get what you mean, please don't worry." I assured him with a smile.

he sighed, a gentle laugh leaving his mouth, "shall we walk to the gates together? we can't just stay inside the classroom."

We continued walking together, not really saying anything. it wasn't uncomfortable but it was slightly nerve-racking for me cause you know-

"oh by the way, where can we work on the project?" he questioned as he broke down the silence.

oh no I totally forgot about that-

"we could work at my place" I suggested "since there wouldn't be anyone to bother us because my family left the town yesterday to visit our relatives and will be staying there over the weekend."

what am i doing I sound so idk horny?

He seemed to think about it for a minute, "You know what that's actually wonderful, my house is a bit loud and going to a Cafe might not make us feel comfortable enough" he said, shyly.

I smiled at the thoughts of him and me being alone, OFCOURSE FOR THE ASSIGNMENT.

"Oh can I get your number? so you could send me your address." Kazuha said politely and oh my god-

IM GONNA HAVE HIS NUMBER?????

"sure" i smiled as I typed away my number on his phone and saved his number on mine too and texted him my address.

"it's better to start today, I think? The assignment seems like it might take alot of time." i stated genuinely, feeling extremely shy with the thought of him being in my room nak-

nvm.

"yes that's better, I'll come by your place at 4:00 pm with the materials, is that okay?" he asked turning his head away to hide his embarrassment.

SIR MARRY MY RIGHT NOW.

I smiled and nodded and replied with a soft yes.

We reached our University's gates, and turned to look at eachother.

"See you soon" we said at the same.

"JINX" I screamed and he just looked at me wide eyed for a second and then laughed as he threw his head back, "well well y/n, goodbye, see you later." He waved as he started walking the other way.

"BYE BYE" I said back

Turning around to walk his opposite direction, with thousands of thoughts in my head and the sound of his giggles and laughter filled my head OH LORD HAVE MERCY I CAN'T IT'S TOO MUCH TO PROCESS!!!!

anywayyyyyyyyy

sigh

it's definitely going to be a long day today.

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I HOPE YOU ENJOYED PART ONE, THE STORY WASN'T SUPPOSED TO BE SO LONG BUT I JUST KEPT ON WRITING!!

THE NEXT CHAPTER MIGHT HAVE SMUT IN IT- (ง'̀-'́)ง

I REALLY ENJOYED WRITING THIS PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU LIKED IT OR NOT! Please send in requests too!!!

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!

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-centipede samaᕙ(`▽´)ᕗ

[softrozene]

Just Calm

Anonymous requested: HII this is my first time doing something like this so im sorry if its awkward but ive had this idea for awhile now maybe a scenario where law found out that his s/o ate the same devil fruit as cora-san and she's using it everytime the crew is getting a little to loud so law could focus more on his work or something like that thank youu

This was so cute! I got sad doing it so there is some angst but nothing too bad! Thank you so much for requesting and I hope you enjoy it!

Trafalgar Law x Female Reader

Warnings: Fluff, slight angst- like a smidge, uh technical spoilers? I tried to be extremely vague about what happened to Corazon/Donquixote Rosinante

Words: 994

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Law just stares at the clipboard on his desk. He is supposed to be looking over some minor physical health of the crew but for some reason, he feels off. It has happened quite a few times over the past few months- But what is off is the quietness. He always shakes it off needing to get the work done but after the 20th time of just calm in the submarine, he finally thought about it and grew suspicious. His crew is never quiet.

Normally he would be grateful for this type of silence but right now it just nerves him. It just makes him stop and stare at the paperwork for a while. In the end, his curiosity grows more, and he has to stop trying to do his paperwork. So instead, a stroll through the submarine sounded nice. To see and investigate why his crew is so quiet. Maybe they really did finally grow some manners when he is trying to work on stuff for them?

However, the second he stepped out of his room, he realized something. It gives him chills.

“No way,” Law mutters as he steps back into his room only to feel completely shocked.

His room is the just calm part of the submarine but how and why? The second he steps out of his room he can hear his crew conversing, shouting, and messing around- No doubt the trio being his girlfriend, Penguin, and Sachi probably harassing his poor Bepo.

The other crewmembers usually do their own work or have a hand in the noise.

It does not make sense at all to him. He knows that feeling. He was in it before but there is no way. Who would possibly do it if it were true? Who has Cora’s fruit? He feels sick at the thought of remembering him but also- Relieved. If his deductions are true that means someone in his crew as the Calm Calm Fruit. Someone he trusts has it.

He is not one to necessarily believe in fate but- This is a very unique circumstance.

He wastes no time and heads to the source of the noise. Of course, it is indeed you holding onto Bepo while Sachi and Penguin are trying to pull you off. Upon seeing him, all four of you freeze. Not out of fear of disturbing him. No, all four of you seem to know what is going on and that confuses him.

“Who has the Devil Fruit?” He gets straight to the point.

Penguin and Sachi do not spare you. They are quick to point fingers, grab Bepo, and get the hell out of there. Law is genuinely surprised. He did not think you were a Devil Fruit User and you had been with them short of two years now. Though if you truly do possess Cora’s fruit then that would explain a lot.

Such as how you are the best infiltrator he has ever heard of. He never witnessed it only testing your abilities based on if you get out of there unscathed and you do. But this? It makes sense now how you are able to stand your own when you do solo missions- How you rely on others when there are team missions but- How the hell did he not know you were a fellow Devil Fruit user?

You would think that is the most needed information he would need but you held it back from him. Now he feels just a tad hurt since you are partners.

Right now though- You look embarrassed. You rub the back of your neck and look everywhere else but him when you speak. “Sorry, you had to find out about my lame powers this way. I didn’t want anyone to know but Bepo caught me using them a few weeks back and they told me I should be wary when I use it here. I am so sorry. I could not stand the thought of being kicked out here. I assume you are going to break up with me now?” You ask your embarrassed tone slowly moving to despair.

What?

Law is even more confused as he asks, “You are embarrassed by your powers?”

“Well- yes and no. I love them- I ate the Calm Calm Fruit a few years ago and I fell in love with what I can do but others always put me down saying it is lame. When Bepo told Penguin and Sachi they told me to be wary- I thought it was because they thought you would think it is lame. Since it is not powerful or anything…” You murmur your hand finally falling to your side.

You look so… Dejected.

Law is quick to shut that down. “No- I only wish I knew so I could adjust what missions I give you for your safety… That and you already know about my past. About Cora-san, don’t you?”

“Yes. The man I owe a lot to because without him you wouldn’t be here,” You state confidently as you reach for his hand.

Law swears- Somehow Cora sent you to him. He knew you would be the perfect match. As idiotic and unrealistic as that sounds, it makes Law happy.

“That was his fruit,” Law murmurs.

It was a detail he never told you. Because he only remembered the man, not the power. But now if he told you sooner, he would have found out about your power too. This is mind-blowing to him. That and the way you even use your powers- It sounds like you only use them on solo missions and for him on the submarine.

“Oh- OH! I am so unworthy of his Devil Fruit. Oh my god, I understand. I am so sorry if I upset you by having it,” You begin to ramble.

Again, he shuts that down and just hugs you.

“No, (Name). You are more than worthy of having it. I am glad it is you.”

[noonmutter]

Introductions

Daily Writing Challenge 2021 Day 12: Ball/Gravestone

"It's gonna be a quiet meetin'. They're not...th' most talkative people, these days."

"No, I know, love, of course. I absolutely still want to do this. You're so brave for this and I'm so proud of you."

Leon couldn't hold in a chuckle at that. Valarin's open, whole-hearted support of him for what was, admittedly, a trip that Leon had made dozens of times by now was all but impossible to ignore. The reassurance wasn’t necessary, but he wasn’t about to ruin Val’s fun. He simply set a hand on his wee love's shoulder to momentarily silence him, and bent to kiss his forehead.

"Thank you, love. It's okay. I'm not gonna collapse, it's just...a li'l tense, sometimes. Bringin' somebody new..." He let himself trail off as he inspected the kit they'd brought with them. Valarin had brought the supplies for their lunch, and he'd brought a bag of gardening tools, along with a couple bouquets of marigolds at Val's insistence. Asking about the marigolds had opened up the floodgates, not that he minded; listening to Valarin get himself going about something he was passionate about was one of Leon’s favorite things.

"The marigolds are traditionally very important! You see, the land of the living can be confusing and difficult to navigate for spirits. We try to help them by providing strong sensory things to guide them. The marigolds have a strong smell, but I think their color is quite strong too! And the candles are a little lighthouse..."

The flowers had been a bit of a trick to avoid crushing once they'd left the road that would've led them across the border into Stranglethorn, but they'd managed. He still wasn't sure if mum and dad would actually like the marigolds, but he understood the importance of it being this specific kind of flower, now. It was both like and unlike the little ceremonies the Gilnean was familiar with.

"This is such a lovely area, too. I’m honestly so excited to see where your parents rest. I’ve not really seen many human gravesites. I’m interested to see how similar they are. I’d like to learn about Gilnean customs regarding it. I know that the Day of the Dead is more widespread now, so I’m sure your parents will enjoy the offerings all the same. And--Hey, are you doing okay? You’ve been a little quiet."

Leon paused, then gave a short shake of his head. "Just tryna make sure we don't get lost, hey?" It was a lame excuse for letting his mind wander, but Val let it pass, since they were tromping through an awful lot of dense foliage. Valarin was aware there was a moonwell not all that far from where they wandered, and though there was a ceasefire, it was still Alliance territory and he was still visibly not a night elf. The tension wasn't really there like it'd been during their trip to Aerie Peak, though; they were alone and nowhere near a proper settlement.

He almost asked another question before Leon stopped, pointed at a small cluster of bright purple blooms hugging the forest floor, and said, "We're 'ere." It was hard not to get excited all over again, but he wanted to be respectful of Leon's feelings, so he kept himself from squeaking and simply gave Leon his best 'I'm here for you' smile. Leon answered it with another kiss on his forehead. Val liked those kisses, even if they were usually Leon filling in a silence when he couldn't figure out what to say.

He watched Leon pull a ton of vines and push a ton of branches aside like a very sturdy set of curtains, and after a moment, rushed to assist. Together, they opened up a relatively worn footpath to a small clearing. Val couldn't help but gasp softly at the sight; it seemed like every square inch of the ground was covered in lilacs! Little purple flowers were everywhere, and the scent was almost overwhelming. Butterflies fluttered from blossom to blossom in every direction, and small clouds of them seemed to erupt every time he or Leon took a step. He found himself tiptoeing to try and avoid crushing anything almost immediately.

"Oh, Light, it's absolutely beautiful, Leon. You did this?" The thought was enough to bring tears to his eyes, but he tried not to let it, at least not yet. He knew he'd do plenty of crying before the day was out and he'd really rather not start again so soon. It was a little embarrassing, even if Leon said it wasn't. Just focus on not snagging your pants on anything, Valarin…

"Well, I mean, th' flowers did it on their own, mostly... flowers do tha'..." Leon looked sheepish as he deflected praise, "All I did was plant a couple an' leave 'em be. Lilacs 're 'ardy, easy thin's. Part o' why mum liked 'em so much." The Gilnean made his way carefully but quickly through the dense growth, well used to the path he took and not worrying overmuch about whether he was stomping flowers or butterflies; the flowers were going to be cut back anyway, and the butterflies were quicker than he was. Reaching the apparent edge of the clearing, Leon bent to set his hand on a particularly tall lilac bush, then abruptly tore away a few branches to reveal the carved wooden grave marker underneath it.

It was not a professional job, this marker, but it had definitely been a work of diligence and a high degree of effort. It was sanded down to a nearly glasslike smoothness, and it would probably shine like it once it was cleaned up. The uneven top edge of it suggested it had originally been a chunk of driftwood, but it’d been stained so dark that it was hard to be sure. Valarin was privately glad he’d gotten better at reading Common lettering; hand-carved stuff like this was a little tricky. “Bettany Marie Ambroce” caught a bit of light and practically glowed. 

“Right. ‘Ere we are, then.”

“Oh, Leon,” Valarin said, “This is so lovely. This is your mother?” He knelt down beside the wood and brushed his fingertips over the lettering. “Hello, Missus Ambroce. I’m happy to meet you.”

“Yeah.” Leon didn’t really know how else to answer, but felt like that was woefully insufficient. “This’s mum.” Okay that was almost less helpful. He brushed his fingers along the lettering in much the same way Valarin had, mulling over a few things before he settled on a simple, “...You r’member Val’rin, right? I’ve talked about ‘im b’fore…” He risked a glance at his little love, offering a weak smile. “Only th’ good stuff, though. Promise.”

“It better have been!” Val flashed a playful grin and tossed his hair. “I am a perfect angel, after all.”

Chuckling, Leon set down the bag of tools and took out a pair of hedge trimmers, offering them to Valarin. “I’ll take care o’ th’ bigger messes, you clear out th’ stuff all over th’ ground, okay?”

“Wait, are we doing this entire clearing?”

“Course. Otherwise th’ lilacs’ll grow way too far an’ get completely outta control. It’s already bad enough cuz I waited longer’n I should’ve, I norm’ly come by ev’ry month or so.”

Valarin looked out across the small expanse of purple with a tiny bit less wonderment than he had the first time. This was a bit more work than he’d realized, but, he had to admit to himself, Leon had warned him. And he was bound and determined to help, regardless, so! Nothing for it but to roll up his sleeves and get to work. Leon had to restrain himself from grinning at the look of almost militant determination that Val got before he started clipping away.

“Cheer up, at least y’ don’t ‘ave t’ make it look pretty, too, hey?” He waggled his own pair of much smaller clippers, and gestured toward the high-piled bushes covering the pair of markers. “I’ll prune these down an’ then we’ll both tackle th’ rest of ‘em. It only takes about an hour if there’s two of us.”

“Isn’t this a bit much?”

“‘Ow d’you mean?”

“Well I’m going to end up killing most of these by cutting them back all…all willy-nilly, aren’t I?”

“Sure, but tha’s kinna th’ point. They can’t all keep growin’ or they’ll overtake more’n th’ forest kin afford, see? S’why I come back an’ clean it up at all. Can’t just plant whatever, wherever, or it throws th’ ‘ole balance outta whack. I’d be a worse druid than I already am if I just planted a bush an’ left it.”

“You are not a bad druid!”

Laughing, Leon pruned away, and Valarin attacked the rest of the lilacs with gusto.

Once they were roughly halfway through the clearing as a whole, Leon mercifully called for a break. Valarin was not at all accustomed to Leon in work mode, at least not like this; he knew the man could get lost in his leatherwork for hours, but that wasn’t quite so physically demanding as this. It was impressive, if a bit exhausting to keep up with.

They both sat down with a satisfied sigh, and Leon stretched his legs in the much more visible grass by the cleaned-up gravestones. Once properly polished, the lettering on both gleamed like it had been painted with gold:

Bettany Marie Ambroce Beloved wife and mother I’ll take it from here

Graeme Iain Ambroce Beloved husband and father I’ve got this

“Dad would’ve liked you, y’know.”

“You think so?” 

“Yeah. Anybody ‘o kin keep up with an Ambroce’s bullshit is worth keepin’ an eye on, somethin’ like that.” Leon chuckled with a subdued smile, thinking back on various times when he’d heard that. Naturally, Graeme had been talking about his own wife, but still. It had merit. “‘Especially th’ wee ones.’ Mum was about yer ‘eight, I think.”

Valarin’s ears went back just a little. “I’m not that wee.” After a moment, though, he let himself chuckle, too. “Although I suppose it’s still a compliment. You said he was a mountain, anyway.”

That made Leon laugh, and he threw his arms out wide. “Oh yeah, an absolute fuckin’ behemoth, was dad. ‘E wrestled with steer at th’ yearly fairs, sometimes, an’...”

As much as Leon enjoyed listening to Valarin give impromptu dissertations, Valarin loved listening to Leon tell stories of his family and his home. Knowing that he’d never get to see either of them the way his boyfriend did, he clung to every word to try his best to imagine it, and let the farmboy ramble as long as he was willing to. He only dared to interrupt long enough to break out their picnic, which thankfully didn’t stop the flood at all.

Once they’d eaten and Leon had run out of tales to tell--some of which Valarin was sure had to be at least exaggerated, if not totally made up, but he couldn’t for the life of him figure out which ones--they’d gotten back to work. It was almost agony to start over again, since they’d had enough time for their hands to start hurting. That only seemed to spur them to get done quicker so that they were able to put the tools away after what felt like no time at all.

While Leon was raking the detritus into a corner of the clearing, Valarin set to work by the markers.

First, Valarin set up a small collapsible bed tray in front of the markers themselves, and covered it with a white cloth. He set out a few candles and arranged the marigolds all around what would become their ofrenda. Upon the tray he left portions of the favored foods they had brought; raspberry tarts, beef pasties, fried taters, all sorts of things. Though they had no pictures of the deceased--Leon couldn’t bring himself to risk losing the only image he had of his entire family--it was the thought that counted for this.

Obviously, Leon wanted to help, but he also didn’t want to do things wrong (despite Valarin’s many and constant reminders that there was no wrong way to arrange an ofrenda), so he hung back until it was almost finished. At Valarin’s urging, Leon took up a long match, and they each lit a candle at the same time, one for each parent. Finally, a small bundle of marigold petals was pressed into Leon’s hands, and he awkwardly scattered them in a rough line from the ofrenda to the graves themselves. Valarin had already made one out of the clearing itself, and with Leon’s contribution, there was a complete path.

When he returned to Val’s side, Val immediately curled both arms around his waist and tugged him down till they were both seated in the grass before the ofrenda. There, Val could finally get the cuddles he so cherished. Leon smiled softly and dragged the insistent thing into his lap, the better to hug him close and rest his chin on top of Val’s head. 

“So… what ‘appens now?”

“Now, you tell me more stories about them, and cuddle me, and I’ll tell you stories about mine, and cuddle you.”

“All night?”

“All night.”

“I think I kin do tha’.”

Though they couldn’t leave everything behind, the next morning, a pair of marigold-and-lilac wreaths hung from the wooden gravestones.

( @daily-writing-challenge​ @valarin-sunstorm​ )

[pinkjeanist]

“little astronaut, big dreams.” || keigo takami

desc.: Some nights, when he was younger, Keigo would dream of a life where he wouldn’t have to become a hero. He was just waiting for your permission to be selfish about what he really wanted to become. 

a/n: im not gonna add this to the masterlist just yet, since if i do end up doing a lofi series, i’ll just make a separate masterlist for it. this is mostly unedited and written around the dialogue, so sorry it sucks. this is also pretty angsty, sorry. im very tired now [navigation] - little astronaut, big dreams. -

w/c: 757

“I missed you today,” You admitted, nudging his wing with your shoulder. “My classes got so boring without you there.”

He hummed, then flinched as he tried to move his ankle. “I wish I could have been there.” 

“Was your training boring, then?” You asked, not looking at his injury. He glared at it, though. 

“I don’t wanna do it anymore,” He said suddenly. “I’m tired of rolling my ankles and spraining my wrists. I’m tired of…” Of being a hero, you wanted to say, but his silence said it loud enough. You gripped your knees and looked up at the sky. It was strangely clear that night; you could almost see the whole of the cosmos.

“So what do you want to do, then?” You inclined, glancing only briefly to him. He shifted uncomfortably. 

Keigo was quiet for a long few moments, seeming almost pained by his thoughts. When he spoke, it was quiet, as if he were afraid someone would hear. “You know, most people can’t even imagine what it’s like to fly,” He said, “and it’s everything it’s chalked out to be. Flying, I mean. I just...sometimes, when I’m up there...I wonder what it would be like to go higher. You know. Clear up.”

He gazed up at the stars before down at his wringing hands. “But wings like mine aren’t meant to get too close to the sun, you know.”

“No, I don’t know.” He looked at you, almost frightened. You gazed softly back. “Tell me what you’re feeling, Keigo. And don’t hide from me like you always do.”

“I mean, like…” The sigh he gave was strained. His legs bounced over the edge of the roof like they always did when he was nervous, or in this case, hiding something. “...it’s so stupid. I shouldn’t tell you. I can’t tell you.” 

Your shoulders fell, and you ran your hands up your thighs as you gazed out over the school grounds. “Look...I’ll just say that, if you don’t want to be here- if you don’t want to be a hero- you don’t have to be.”

“I do, though. It’s not my choice.” His shoulders caved in on themselves, and he refused to look at you as he continued: “You say that like you don’t see it already. Like you don’t know it. My future.”

With a sudden confidence to act on an uncertain idea, you shifted closer to him until your thighs brushed together. His wing was raised behind you as if unsure whether to drape it over your shoulders, and you desperately wished he would. You asked him boldly, “What’s your favorite planet?”

He blinked. “Huh?”

“Your favorite planet.” You nudged him again with your shoulder. “Come on, I know you have one.”

Swallowing, he pointed up towards a star, notably one of the brightest in the sky, that night. “Venus.”

It wasn’t a star, then. “Wait- that’s Venus?”

“Yeah,” He admitted, feathers ruffling behind him. You saw a smile creeping onto his face as he began to ramble rather adorably without you having to urge him: “It’s really cool. It rains sulfuric acid.”

Your eyes widened. “No way?”

“I know! It never touches the ground, though. It just stays up in the atmosphere.”

“Aw. That’s kind of lame. Tell me more about other Venus-related stuff, though,” You pleaded, shifting closer still. He leaned into you as you both kept your eyes on the sky. 

“Venus doesn’t spin like all the other planets. It goes clockwise instead of the other way. Some think it might have gotten turned upside down on its axis…” 

You listened as he started to ramble, piping in every now and again with questions to let him know you cared. He was so well-versed in it all, and you were sure he would make a brilliant astronomer of some sort if the stars had ever allowed it. You tried not to think about how everything would go back to normal the next day: Keigo would act like he wasn’t hurt from over-training in the slightest, he’d mess around in his regular classes, and he’d sneak any moment he could to talk to you before you did it all again the next day. He wouldn’t talk about Venus, or the stars, or flying too close to the sun. For a boy with wings, he had let himself be grounded for far too long.

But you couldn’t tell him that. He wasn’t yours, and it was an honest, unforgiving tragedy that he wasn’t his own person, either.

-

“When he shall die,

Take him and cut him out in little stars,

And he will make the face of heaven so fine

That all the world will be in love with night

And pay no worship to the garish sun.” 

     - Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

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[oikawas-bae]

OHMYGOD I need a part two for Target with Akaashi!! It’s so beautiful and I need to know please? Like does he confess? Do they start dating? Does Bokuto suspect something!? Does she(?) like him back?! I NEED ANSWERS PLEASE 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Here’s the part 2! Ahah thank you for literally being my #1 hype man/woman/person since I started this blog like a week ago!! I’m really feeling the love :,) also here are answers hehe

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOKUBABEY!!” You whooped when you slapped the front door open. Bokuto came running down the stairs in only boxers with a paranoid look on his face.

“Calm down, we’re not burglars.” Akaashi walked ahead to set the snacks down on his credenza.

“HEY, don’t rule it out. I was watching this documentary the other day-“ You cut him off by grabbing his hand, earning you a surprised yelp from the owl boy.

“You really need to stop watching the videos Kuroo sends you, they all make you act some kind of way and we get to deal with the aftermath.” You frowned for a millisecond before flashing him a toothy grin and looking at Akaashi for reassurance. The latter nodded.

“It’s your birthday Bokuto! We’re doing whatever you like, we brought you snacks right at 12 o’ clock to experience your birthday for as long as it lasts.” Akaashi sighed, bracing himself for the incoming storm of excitement that would explode from Bokuto’s mouth in a minute.

“ALL 24 HOURS? WERE STAYING UP?” Yep, Akaashi was right. “I’ve always wanted my birthday to be longer...how did I not think of this sooner? Ah! What should we do? Good thing I took a nap! I LOVE YOU BOTH SO MUCH.” Pulling you both into an agressive hug, there was a synchronized groan.

“Well (y/n) and I didn’t nap all day so you’re in charge of keeping us awake with all that energy of yours.” The black haired boy grumbled into the hug. Bokuto let go and placed a hand on his hip, “Deal.”

“Speak for yourself, Akaashi. I’ve done countless all nighters.” You boasted, locking elbows with Bokuto and walking toward the kitchen.

“You’re literally a baby. You nap in every car ride where you’re not the driver.” Akaashi followed.

You stuck your tongue out at him and he simply rolled his eyes. Bokuto looked to you then to Akaashi, sighing but shrugging off the mini argument. His owl eyes shrunk in concentration as he tried to figure out what to do for the next 24 hours.

“Okay!” Akaashi and you turned at his call for attention. “I’ve decided that the best plan of action is to start off with the light stuff like watching movies or homework if you guys have any and then we’ll do the intense stuff when we’ve been awake for a couple of hours and feel the sleep kicking in.”

“It’s smart to do more interactive activities when we’re tired but I’m afraid to ask what you mean by ‘intense activities’’” Akaashi mumbled, Bokuto chuckled ominously.

“I have twister! And we’ll make an obstacle course...” He continued to ramble on about the ideas he had and Akaashi and you knew it was going to be a long day.

Hour 5

Bokuto put on a movie for and you pretended to be critics and pointed out all of its flaws. Bokuto and you chortled at how serious Akaashi got about critiquing the movie- he really should’ve majored in film.

Hour 10

The drowsiness began to kick in for you but you refused to show any sign of weakness. Your eyes were peeled and you blinked constantly to keep the dryness from reddening your eyes. Akaashi, being as observant as he was and just looking up to admire you every once in a while, noticed but kept it to himself since he had to admit that it was amusing to watch you battle with pride about being a ‘professional staying awake person’ as you put it.

Hour 13

Twister time! And Bokuto was feral. He pushed you out of your place, making you lose, when his hip was beside your face and he bumped you intentionally (and he lied about doing that when you accused him). Akaashi lost on purpose and went to use the restroom but not before mumbling incoherently about Bokuto being a cheater.

Hour 15

At this point, Akaashi and you were begging Bokuto to do something not so physically demanding so that you could sneak in at least a few minutes of sleep. Your head was on Akaashi’s lap and he was so frazzled by it that he stuttered while lecturing Bokuto about the dangers of driving with zero hours of sleep.

“AHAHA you stuttered, Akaashi!” The owl boy teased and Akaashi’s face heated up, even more so when you nuzzled on his lower thigh to get more comfortable. A wave of relief washed over him as he thanked the forces of nature and whatever was out there that Bokuto was so simple minded, “the sleep deprivation must really be getting to you.”

You shot up at Bokuto’s words, “IM NOT SLEEPY AT ALL. It’s Akaashi, like you said, Boku.” You were not about to even be vaguely assumed to be tired.

“If we can’t go out, let’s do karaoke!”

You and Akaashi looked at each other and breathed in like exhausted parents trying to appease their hyperactive child. And at this point, that’s what you were. Only nine more hours.

Hour 20

“Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. “ Bokuto alternated from you and Akaashi as he watched the two of you nod off every few minutes while he was bringing out his birthday cake from the fridge.”

He served the two of you your pieces and didn’t bother with the candles or the song. You had already sung a dubstep version of ‘Happy Birthday’ and awkwardly inserted Bokuto’s name in during karaoke.

“Eat. Sugar will keep you awake.” Akaashi heeded his friends orders and lifted the form up to his mouth but sleep sounded much more enticing. You and Bokuto both watched Akaashi’s head flip back and his mouth open just a few centimeters wide, his breath coming out slowly.

Chuckling evilly, you took a bite from the cake, “Weak.”

“I honestly thought you would be the one to go down first.” Bokuto said in between mouthfuls. It was really a mystery how this boy could have so much energy with so little sleep.

“Huh? I’m literally a god when it comes to not sleeping.” You slurred. Bokuto grinned, it wasn’t long before the sleepless drunk (y/n) emerged. You were fun when you were fueled by sleep but he could really mess with you when you were in the vulnerable state of almost-sleep.

It only took about half an hour before the two of you headed to the dining room to leave Akaashi alone in the living room to sleep.

“I’ve got a question.” He set his palms down flat on the wood.

“Yes, birthday Bokuto? Ahh I mean birthday boy...oh wait, it still weeerks...it’s even bettturr.” Your words tripped out of your lips and he couldn’t help but stifle a laugh.

“How come you haven’t made a move on Akaashi?” The question came at you like a canon ball. Your cheeks flare up and usually you and the wit to counter Bokuto’s ridiculous remarks but this was sleepy (y/n).

“Huh? Akaashi is lame, he’s literally a sleepyhead...” you denied.

“Cmon, (y/n). I’m dense but I know my best friends and you like him and he like you.” You wanted to smack the smirk off his face but you were just so lethargic.

“Yeah, he’s a cute sleepyhead.” You drew circles on the table with your index finger and Bokuto couldn’t help it compare you to a little girl with a crush. He smiled at the thought while you continued to breathy commentary on Akaashi. “He’s not even just cute, he gorgeous like I had a dream we were married and I woke up soooo happy , I cried. But it’s weird, no?”

Bokuto asked ‘what?’ With a flick of his eyebrows and you sighed and continued to exhaust yourself by talking. “Well, we’ve been friends since forever and it’s weird because he treats me so well and I love this him, I don’t want him to become someone else if we’re together. And don’t assume he likes me.”

“Are you kidding me? He’s love struck on you, he stares at you and he takes you places even though he hates driving. He keeps every dumb selfie you take on his phone. When he talks about you, it’s like he’s lost in his own world. And I get it, you’re really great, (y/n).”

“B-Bokuto...” You breathed out. The drowsiness was out of your mind and the only thoughts flowing through your head were those pertaining to what Bokuto was saying.

“Yeah, (y/n). Akaashi sees you just like I do but for him there’s just something extra there. Like he doesn’t just want to be with you, he wants to take care of you and for you to take care of him.”

“That sounds so-“

“Chummy, I know.” The black-white haired boy chuckled, his head falling on his wrist. “But it’s true and it has been for about...3 years now?”

“Three? HUH?” Your eyes opened wide. 3 years and you didn’t notice? Or maybe you chose not to see it because you were afraid of mistaking it for something it wasn’t.

Bokuto nodded, looking over to the curled up Akaashi on the couch. “You should tell him. If you wait for him, you’ll be waiting for six more years.”

“Maybe I will.” You confidently stood up, chest puffed out before grains of static filled you vision, that was too quick of a movement for someone who hadn’t slept in nearly a day.

“Actually, tell him after you get some rest.” Bokuto shuddered before getting up to help to balance yourself.

“But it’s your birthday...I’m not sleepy...” He lightly shoved you next to Akaashi on the couch and you r head fell to the armrest and almost instantaneously, you fell asleep.

Bokuto stood back and gave a satisfied nod at his sleeping friends. “You two made it farther than I thought you would.”

He looked down a his phone at the sound of a ding from Kuroo.

Kuroohohoh: I’m outside. Birthday dinner is on me!!

“Okay, gotta go!” He snapped a quick photo of the two of you sleeping beside each other before slipping on his shoes and continuing his birthday celebration. Akaashi’s eyes twitched at the sound of the door and he caught a glance of you next to him but he would save his freaking out to after he got his 8 hours.

[drangues]

(Thank yooouuu for understandinggg. Also I’m having a very hard time doing the Word and Motivation Thing right now so my response might be a bit short- Sorry about that!) Kunikida texting like that WOULD be hilarious and I’d love it,,, But I also like people fucking with Dazai so please Also Consider; Kunikida texts like this EXCLUSIVELY to Dazai because he Knows no one will believe him. It’s revenge. It’s like that one hula hoop meme. Anyways, listen, I just. (Nyanon, 1/5)

Like to imagine Atsushi doing cute stuff , don’t judge me- And also Kyouka would absolutely say cursed shit. She wouldn’t even mean it, she just likes messing with people. But moving on- I’m! Glad you like the idea of Atsushi being an AI! For some reason the idea of any version of Atsushi learning How To Human is just. Very funny and also cute to me. That aside, an Atsushi who arguably? (Nyanon, 2/5)

Has the opposite problem to that of his canon counterpart (or just another side of the same problem?), in his emotional capacity (or his ability to comprehend his emotional capacity?) is an interesting spin on it! Especially when you consider how his previous “developers” could’ve tried to inspire emotions? Like, I wouldn’t put it past the Headmaster to try and abuse emotions and feelings out of him- Which would probably make things even worse, almost? (Nyanon, 3/5)

Because I can’t see any cognizant being wanting their first emotion to be fear or pain or hurt- Though that might make him seeing the ADA as family even better? Because how amazing would it be to have your first emotion be love- But I’m getting rambling, sorry. Anyways, onto another Scenario Concept: I’m a sucker for their friendship, please consider Ranpo roping Atsushi into helping him cook (because I headcanon him as the best cook in the ADA! (Nyanon, 4/5)

Though Fukuzawa and Kunikida are close- But that’s another story-) a bunch of different recipes from his favorite games. No, he doesn’t care that this ingredient doesn’t have a real world equivalent, Atsushi, they’ll make it work. (Nyanon, 5/5)

(its okay!! ofc ill understand, tbh im also having a Bit of A Rough Time- especially with my sleep schedule because of school damn) 

OMG THE HULAHOOP MEME I LOVE BROOKLYN 99 I WANNA MAKE A BSD AU OF THAT AFGEJKEHSJKDS but i really love aus where like, canon is still kinda mirrored onto them?? its really interesting when other fanfic authors do this and to read about it. like dazais betrayal in a college au is just him switching majors for example- ITS FUNNY. and atsushis developers trying to abuse feelings out of him makes sense, cus they just see him as a project

ranpo asking atsushi to help him cook makes sense!! cus ranpo would probably feel too prideful with dazai and kunikida. so atsushi who “looks lame” (his words not mine) is perfect for him

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Bee’s (soundofseventeen) Recs

Hi, here are my recs! They’re mostly Erin’s but I do have a few that I’m kinda proud of.

Tell Me (Seungcheol): I love anything that involves a character not telling their friends, family, s/o or really anyone about the struggles they go through and Erin really hits the nail on the head here.

Take This to Heart (Seungcheol): This song is really special to me and Cheol is  really special to me. What better way to combine the two than this?

Call Call Call (Jeonghan): I don’t know why I love this one, but it’s really sweet and dorky and telemarketer part just gets me every time.

Everything You Are (Jeonghan): Originally I hated this one when I wrote it just bc I was angry and I didn’t wanna post it just bc it’s not a happy one. It’s on my list now bc you can grow from something that feels like the end of the world and you can come out on top, and sometimes we have to remember that our idols are human.

Three’s a Crowd (Jeonghan): I love how Erin managed to keep the core friendship platonic while adding the third person...who also happens to be the other best friend. 

Kiss Me Slowly: (Jeonghan): At the end of the day, I love the thin line of friends to more and when to cross it.

I can’t believe Erin’s really gonna make me say this and I can’t believe I am too. The deception. All the Joshua fics have been my favorite bc they’re either so sweet and fluffy and domestic and leave you happy for the rest of the day or they just kinda shatter your heart. It’s fine though.

Hold This (Junhui): It’s super lame and it’s so dorky and it’s the sweetest thing ever. I can never stop smiling like an idiot whenever I reread it.

Kissing in Cars (Junhui): I can’t really explain this one, but I hold it dearly in my heart. This song from Pierce the Veil just makes me feel everything and this boy makes me feel everything. If there’s any fic I’d want y’all to read, it’s this one.

My Fairy Tale (Junhui): The friends to lovers; the bittersweet feelings; the last sentence that ties it together; I just love everything.

Carnival (Junhui): The secretly dating thing gets me every time, especially when they get caught and it’s just very fall-y.

Midnight (Junhui): The whole pining thing in a fic is very underrated, especially when everyone knows someone has to confess but they don’y. I love the realism and how you just wanna yell at the screen and writer to make them come together. 

Come Back (Junhui): ANGST my dudes!!!! I live for things like this!!!! I love that sometimes not everything we write has to be sickly sweet and happy. I WANT TO FEEL THINGS. I WANNA CRY UGLY TEARS and then cheer at the happy ending. 

7 Things (Soonyoung): I think that as a writer, one of my favorite things that I’ve done was give readers hope, only to just take it away it and this one did it justice. Erin and Haley haven’t forgiven me for this one but I did warn everyone. 

Make You Smile (Soonyoung): I’m a nerd at heart and if anything has pens, paper, a notebook, books as the key thing in a fic (along with coffee shops), I’m a goner. And it’s so sappy!!!! You can hear my heart crying!!!!

Firsts (Soonyoung): I’m very bad with feelings and this just made me happy for some reason.

Can I have This Dance? (Soonyoung): I loved this a lot more than I thought I would to be honest. Erin just has a simplistic happy way of writing and I know that everything will be alright.  

Movies (Wonwoo): A Halloween-ish type special from Erin that is hysterical to me for some reason. (Bonus points for the gif she uses!)

Favorite (Wonwoo): Small moments leading up to the big finale? My heart does a thing still!

Terrible Things (Wonwoo): This one I was really wanted to do bc it was a story begging to be told and Erin liked this too???

Speak Now (Wonwoo): You know when you read a book that completely shatters your heart but you go back and reread in hopes it ends differently? This is it. I will never forgive Erin for this one bc she came out with this one around the time I dropped the fact that Wonwoo wasn’t my main bias anymore and -ouch. This is probably my favorite one she’s done.

Someday (Wonwoo): Let me just say...friends to lovers...my absolute poison.

My Life Would Suck Without You (Jihoon): I always pictured Jihoon falling in love with someone he’s known for years and the outcome for this made me happy?

Home (Jihoon): This one I wrote in a couple of days after hearing Home and it wasn’t too shabby, I guess.

First Night (Jihoon): The ending made my heart go whoosh honestly.

Cafe Crush (Seokmin): The way to my heart is giving me a coffee shop setting and this just made me uwu

Fake Date (Seokmin): I don’t know why I adore this one, but I do! It’s so cute and funny and I meant this to happen irl

First Sight (Seokmin): The angst! The hope! The little thing you’re relying on to make it end on good terms only to just...fall apart at the seams.

When I Grow Up/ 1.5 (Seokmin): Truthfully, I don’t know why I wrote this one, but it made me really happy and I’m just a hopeless romantic at the end of the day and apparently everyone loved it so everybody wins. Plus I know it made Erin really happy and that made me even happier. (And it’s one of my favorite seventeen songs which shocks people for some reason?)

All the Mingyu ones, lmao. Everything that’s been written about Mingyu, I’ve loved.

Night and Rain (Minghao): I was inspired to start writing for these boys when I heard this song and this was the outcome. This is my firstborn, and I still listen to this song a lot.

Muffins (Mingaho): Another dorky one that just has me :D

Cheated (Minghao): Again, I won’t always write happy stuff and this was another one that just made me happy to write.

Tattoo (Minghao): I’m really sentimental about this one. Like I love it a whole lot?

Photo Credit (Seungkwan): This is probably the most original piece I’ve ever read and I still laugh about this!!!!! 

Temporary Goodbye (Seungkwan:) The bittersweet moment of last days is just something that hurts. You want more time but there’s always hope for next time and that’s what gets you through the times.

You Had Me at Hello (Seungkwan): I just started writing this one, but pen pals y’all. :( Letters, and rambling and talking to each other is just beautiful. Trust me, it’s a special kind of friendship. 

8:43 (Hansol): I don’t know why but I love reading about the flashbacks and present times. Erin’s a genius y’all.

Just the Way You Are (Hansol): Literally the time I was fighting Haley to admit her love for Vernon, I was listening to Pierce the Veil’s cover of this song (and I was going through it bc I adore this band and their music!) and I realized that this would make a good fic...although she does hate me for this one!

Lost Woods (Hansol): Mutual feelings? Sign me up. And honestly, the “No one called him Hansol anymore (or something along those lines is the sole reason it’s up there lmao)

How Would You Feel? (Hansol): Yeah, yeah...I’m just a big softie and apparently I can do cute shit like this (I’m really happy with how it came out though and I didn’t expect everyone to like it?)

Birthday Treats (Chan): I hate my birthday too, but I suppose I’d make an exception for him :(

Ice Cream (Chan): Erin and I unintentionally collaborated on this bc she said it was too short and she let me add on to it so it’s special bc we haven’t done anything since the Princess series.

Locked In (Chan): the thought of being locked in the same room with the person im crushing on is equal parts scary and exhilarating...aka my guilty pleasures!!!!

You First (Chan): I just...love break ups and make ups and the whole “let’s try it again” thing

Thirteen Ways I Said I Love You (OT13): They’re short and sweet and it’s postcards

Friends to More (OT13): FRIENDS. TO. LOVERS. NEED. I. SAY. MORE.

Hogwarts Seventeen: Erin and I talk a lot about AUs and Harry Potter so this made me GEEK

Once Upon a Time (OT13): I wouldn’t stop bugging Erin about my theories and I just...she doesn’t disappoint!

Serial Killers (OT13): Y’all I love shit like this; the creepy and scary and just wow 

Funhouse/ Thriller/  La Llorona (OT13): Funhouse was my first attempt at haunted houses; Thriller for scariness and La Llorona for the urban legend and dia de muertos!!!

[polkahotness]

9, 32 and 33 for the fic asks because i LOVES ya

First of all, I loves YOU ♥️

9. What is the longest fic you've read?

Okay, so this is a hard question for a few reasons. We talking chapters because then it was this fic called "Dear Mr. Diary" and it's a hilarious story I've read like 5 times and laugh at every time, without fail. First read it when I was in high school with a friend and we just DIED. That was a twilight fanfic though and, oddly enough, the story that opened up the fanfic world to me. Words wise? Longest would be... I have no clue? Probably one of your fics honestly cause, imma be honest, I'm a baaaaaad fanfic reader. I mostly write. Which probably makes me a bad kid. I'm just awful at reading and keeping up with reading. I do better if it's already complete but even then I 10/10 dont go hunting to read a fic because I'll just go write it if I wanna read something in particular?? Gosh that makes me sound horrible and like a total poop nugget of a person. I do miss reading fanfics though. I should get back at it honestly... I'm like a fanfic hoarder where I favorite all these things I INTEND to read and then never end up doing it. I'm a bad kid 😬

32. Fav AU tropes

So I am gonna be honest, I had NO IDEA what a trope was... I didnt know it basically was like a "what if" scenario lol. I guess I'm a morbid kinda bitch because I like the trope of like, "what if this very important character dies from a very serious issue" scenario or like "crazy coincidental car crash" (ooh check out that alliteration my marshmallow chilli babies) situations. I love that crazy stuff. Probably why I have literally written 2 stories about those exact things: The Club, where I legit killed Olga from a brain tumor and Humans Without Wings where I forced Helga and Arnold to get into a car crash with each other. OH and Spaces Between My FiNgers where I killed Arnold's grandpa AND for bonus points there was Autumn Leaves where I straight up like either killed or paralyzed Arnold... I cant remember honestly. I like dark sad things that make me or the author dig deep into the psychological thoughts and actions of a character and why they do what they do and how they react. Maybe that's why when i play sims I torture the people... I'm not a serial killer I promise. Also-- I'm not ALWAYS mean. I really like AU tropes of like ZOMBIE APOCALYPTIC scenarios and I've always wanted to try writing one I've just never thought up a good enough plot for it. Or like just an apocalyptic scenario in general but NOPE. that's still probably traumatic for the characters. I see that now. Hmm. But the trauma stuff really only seems to go for HA! Stuff maybe because it's a kid show? I'm not as mean to my twilight buds aka my main man Embry or Leah or Quil but like... so many of the twilight characters I care about already had tough mean things happen to them because smeyer is mean and racist and sexist so like... maybe give them a break? Like currently I'm putting embry through some tough shit but he kinda needs it but im not killing anyone to dig into his brain like I did helga. I'll be real. That was just mean. I'll admit that. And I always make helga smoke and sometimes try drugs. I made her get divorced once like me... idk sometimes my headcanon involves embry sleeping around and being a lil rebellious cause hes bummed about not imprinting but not quite as bad as what I've put mah girl helga through. I'll shut up now though. I could talk about this for AGES and I'm straight up rambling now. You didn't ask for this.

33. Least favorite AU tropes?

Oh boy. Freaky Friday situations are lame to me? Idk I feel like that's so overdone these days and unless theres something really unique to your idea maybe just dont do it? I'm also gonna drag myself here and say groundhog day scenarios are lame sometimes (yeah, I know, Lindsey-- YOU wrote one of those. It's called "rent a life," you dingus) but to be fair most of them are the same concept and I probably should have left well enough alone but MEH I tried it and I dont regret it but MEH. Whatever. There are a bunch of strange ones in the twilight fandom I cant even begin to start talking about tbh... like I give them props for being creative and stuff but like... idk if it's just me but I'm a pretty canon-y person and YES that series is ULTRA problematic and needs fixing, I AGREEEEEE to the nth degree that is NOT the stuff I'm talking about, it's some of the incredibly straight up bizarre off the wall plots I've read or even been asked about and if you want to know the one I'm referencing, I'll tell you privately. It was... something else. I digress though. AU tropes... honestly those are the only ones I can think of that I dont care for that much. I'll pretty much try anything. I have mostly a hard time if characters are OC or if the plot is SO AU that it makes no logical sense to me... I'm lame I guess idk. 🤷🏻‍♀️

I am SO SORRY. nobody ever sends me asks so I kinda just milked this because I love answering questions and so I lived my truth through this ask. I love you, you're awesome, i miss you, keep being fantastic and amazing and all things spectacular ♥️♥️♥️

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Superman-Tyrus fic

*TW mentions of abuse*

TJs POV:

After practice all of my bball friends decided that they had to go home and study for the upcoming finals week. I really wasnt in the mood to study and decided to head to the park and just relax. I definitely didnt expect to see Cyrus when I got there. He was sitting with his boyfriend, Erin, on a park bench. Man I hated Erin with a passion.. Not because he was dating someone I was in love with, but because of how shitty he treated him. I sighed and sat on the swingset, the only reason I decided to come, trying to ignore them. Unfortunately the bench they sat at was only like 2 feet away. I looked over at Cyrus who looked pretty upset and wondered what they were fighting about today. I couldnt help but tune into their conversation as it slowly turned to yelling.

"I said I dont want to Erin, Im not in the mood. How many times do I have to tell you!"

"Come on dont be a lame Cyrus. You can't just jump back when you were giving all kinds of signals"

"I wasnt doing anything! I was kissing my boyfriend who I thought loved me no matter what but Im not so sure right now"

"And what the hell is that supposed to mean"

"Nevermind forget it I'm going home"

I watched as Cyrus got up to leave, Erin grabbing his wrist and pulling him back onto the bench. Cyrus winced as he hit the bench

"Youre not going anywhere until you tell me what the f* that means"

"That hurt Erin" Cyrus's voice cracked and it looked like he was about to start crying.

"Oh man up Cyrus I barely even touched you" Cyrus wiped his face, he had started crying. Apart of me wanted to intervene but I didnt think it was my place.

"Oh great now youre crying. Whats your damage Cyrus? Youre acting like a baby"

"Youre acting like a real jerk right now you know that Erin!?"

"Oh whatever Cyrus don't be so sensitive. Come on we're going to my place, my parents are going to be out till 9" Erin grabbed Cyrus's wrist and a look of anger crossed his face when Cyrus pulled away. I looked down at my feet to pretend I wasnt listening.

"I told you that I didnt want to!"

"Cut it out Cyrus come on you have to"

"Im your boyfriend not your escort. I dont have to do anything"

"Cyrus Im serious lets go"

"I said No!" Cyrus yelled at his boyfriend angerily.

*SMACK*

My head shot up instantly at the sound. I look over at Cyrus who was now holding his cheek, crying so hard it looked like he couldnt breathe, and being dragged by Erin. Did he seriously just hit him?

"Alright thats it" I said loud enough for them to hear. Causing Erin to stop. "Why do you let him treat you like that Cyrus?"

Cyrus looked up at me he already had a bruise forming along his cheek bone.

"Dont talk to him" Erin growled and I couldnt tell if it was directed towards me or Cyrus.

"Cy you have the brightest smile in this entire city and I havent seen it in so long since you got with this jerk."

"Mind your own buisness TJ" Erin continued to walk pulling Cyrus behind him. I grabbed Erins shoulder stopping him.

"Get lost jerk" Erin shoved me and in an automatic response I shoved him back.

"I'll get lost when I know Cyrus is safe and you know how to treat him" i was really getting in Erins face, he had let go of Cyrus who had retreated a couple feet back. I had a couple inches on Erin.

"Hes perfectly fine with me"

"Really? He doesnt exactly look it."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"It means that you just hit him probably really hard because he already has a bruise. You obviously dont love him"

"Yeah I do love him why else would I be with him"

"Because hes smaller than you? He listens to you? You dont love him you love what you can take from him, how he makes you feel. You dont hurt the people you love"

"I didnt hurt him hes fine. Hes just being a crybaby"

"See? Thats what I mean. You don't deserve him"

"And what, you do? You think your some knight in shining armour? You try being with this brat for awhile and see how you start to act"

"Don't disrespect him like that."

"Why? Do you want to spend all your time with him because be my guest"

I looked over at Cyrus who was calmed down but still crying. He was biting his nails looking up at me with pleading eyes, as if asking for help.

"I think spending time with him would be amazing. How do you not love someone as caring and loyal as Cyrus."

"Well if youre so madly in love with him you can keep him. Im done with him, over there acting like a big baby"

"Watch it" I warned him. Eric pushed me away and started walking away. I stood there and watched him leave. I sighed "Im sorry Cyrus I just hated seeing him hurt you and once he hit you I just couldn't bite my tongue anymore" I turned to face him and he wrapped his arms around me and started crying. I hugged him back and rested my chin on his head.

"Thank you" he mumbled into my tshirt, choking between sobs. Once he had calm down I took him to sit on the swings with me.

"TJ?"

"Yeah underdog?"

"Did you mean it?"

"Mean what?" I looked up at him slowing my swing.

"What you said about spending time with me.. and about- about loving me"

I felt my face turn a light shade of pink and i looked down at my feet with a soft smile on my face. "Ye-yeah I did" Cyrus didn't respond.

"I dont- I dont expect anything from you though, I know you need time to heal and like move on and all that... right now I just want to be your friend I want to help you feel better even if you never end up liking me back. I think thats what loving someone is.. helping them without expecting anything in return."

"Thank you..." Cyrus paused, hesitant on his words. "I love you too you know.. I never thought you'd like me back.. and then I met Erin. In the beginning he made me feel like I was at the top of the world, but after time he started- he started expecting me to do things. And at first it started off small like innocent stuff and I felt like I had too and then it turned to something different.. I started to feel like he was holding me at the edge of a cliff and by then it was too late.. I was terrified to try and tell him no if I did it-it didnt end well"

Cyrus wiped a tear a way from his eye and took a deep breath.

"Im sorry Cyrus. I saw it and I knew he was terrible to you and I didnt say anything until it was too late"

"You cant blame yourself for that. It wasnt your responsibility, I was the one who cut you off for him" he sighed looking away from me.

"Hey, I'll tell you what. From this point on I, TJ Kippen, will protect you, Cyrus Goodman, from all evil in the universe. I will not let anything like this happen again...."

"My very own Superman" he looked up at me with a smile, a light blush covering his face.

"Its getting dark. Do you want to go to my place" Cyrus winced at my phrasing i put my hand gently on his shoulder.

"Hey Im your personal superman I dont have the same intentions. My plan is to sit on my basement floor with 2 containers of icecream while we do whatever you want with a movie playing in the background" he smiled at me

"That actually sounds great"

"Lets go then?" He nodded and we both got up. My hand brushed against his. My fingers intertwining with his involuntarily I felt him tense up and i started to let go. With a small hesitation he let his fingers lace with mine.

"Sorry Im not used to anyone touching me so gently"

"You dont have to apologize. I'll work on making sure your okay with something before doing it."

He smiled up at me, I smiled at the twinkle in his eyes.

"TJ Kippen, my very own, personal superman... Superman Kippen. My Superman" I smiled at Cyrus as he rambled aimlessly. Its probably been awhile since he got to really talk like this.

"Hey Superman? What movie are we going to watch?"

"Whichever one you want from the redbox Muffin"

He smiled at me. "Superman and his Muffin.. i love it" Cyrus whispered, barely audible.