#the ask was stuck in my drafts orz

[mintytealfox]

Hi....

I love your art and when I saw one of your Au (are those au) about an anime with shadows, I would like to ask a question or two (or three...)

Do you take requests? Because I'm not sure if it's appropriate for me to ask and I'm just curious.

You can ignore this if you want.

But di you know the anime, Soul Eater?

If Alice, Norton, Melly, Orpheus, and Frederick (or any other characters of your liking) are placed in this universe, who are partners, and who is the miester and the weapon?

Thank you for reading, and as I said you can ignore this and I hope you have a nice day.😊

I wanted to draw something for this so gosh darn BAD but I want to ANSWER THIS ALREADY LOL I cannot wait for myself to catch up PFF (this is the same for so many asks in my inbox and I am just gonna start answering them ALL cause I am taking too long for myself to wait any LONGER PFF)

I DO TAKE REQUESTS lol but not so much right now orz I'm still getting used to this crazy job, the learning curve is like climbing mount Everest I cannot BELIEVE 😵‍💫 Once I regain that good good work life balance I will start doing requests again~

but I plan on drawing this at some POINT 👀 Cause this DOPE AS HECK

SOUL EATER MAAAANNNNNNNNNNN BLAST FROM THE PAST RIGHT HERE 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏 (hopefully I am not 'carbon dating' myself by saying this pfff)

BUT LETS START THIS THING WITH NORTON: I think Norton would be a weapon and be absolutely fed up with it and desire to go his own way and be free. Like, he just gets used and tossed to the next person to work with, and that just repeating over and over and over and hating each and every person who has wielded him. There comes the point that he starts killing those who are wielding him wrong/mistreating him. So he gets black listed and hidden away deep in the mines (since he is a wild looking fool's gold-ie like pick axe) until Orpheus pulls him out of the depths~

So Orpheus would make a deal with Norton that if he works with him this one last time then he will help Norton go off and find freedom. So Norton agrees cause anything is better than being stuck in the dark mines.

Its with his partnership with Orpheus that he meets Melly and Frederick. I see Frederick as the wielder and Melly as the weapon cause of Frederick's talent with a gun and the fact that Norton will only listen to another weapon. So, for Melly to successfully persuade Norton she needs to be a weapon lol

But I can see Melly letting Alice wield her in an effort to protect Alice from Orpheus and Norton (but I dunno where Frederick went. hmmmm, retired? lol)

But one thing leads to another and Alice then has to wield Norton because he tells her to so they can go against Orpheus and his twisted nightmare weapon that shares his consciousness (I am breaking the anime lore with this one probably LOL) and she is like "uuuhhh????????"

Anyways that is the short rough draft of my thoughts on this LOL I have been P O N D E R I N G about it HA

[tomahawk-swing]

@rewrittentopixels  [x]

{✱};— “Oh hardy har har, So funny, such comedian, wow.” Amy dryly laughed at Dingo’s insult. Honestly, at this point she wasn’t too or even at all offended at most of Dingo’s banter towards her since she’s been around it so much.

However her smile of sarcasm turned genuine when she was handed the gift box. “Ah, thank you!” Amy in some small sense wondered if it was another one of Dingo’s carvings. When she opened it, she was happy to know that she was right! Even though she would have been tickled with just about any gift that was given to her, Amy really did admire Dingo’s carving skills.

“Whooooaa … “ She said as she held the keychain, letting it dangle by dainty yet sturdy chain itself.

“This is pretty awesome!” She knew that would probably inflate his ego a bit but she had to compliment it. “You’re carvin’s are always so nice!” Then she directed her attention back at the boy. “I’ve been meaning to ask since last year when you gave me the a carvin’ for my birthday, did you teach yourself or did someone teach you?”

Dingo could only grin at Amy’s retort. “My, my, no need to smother me in compliments. I’m already aware of how hilarious I can be.” He replied, a cheeky smirk stretched across his face. Oh, how much he loved this kind of banter. Amy always made the perfect partner for it.

His smile did turn a little smaller, but more genuine, once Amy took the box he had hurriedly packed. The wrapping was far less thought-out than the gift it contained, quite obviously.

“Ah, right ... I gave you some carving already last year.” He scratched his cheek in light embarrassement. “I hope it’s not too unoriginal, but I still think it’s better than buying you something that you might not even like, y’know ...”

“My dad taught me.” Nostalgia mingled with pride in his voice. “He was a billion times more talented than me, though. I still have a long way to go ‘til I can reach his level."

[kyuus4ku]

𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗟

dazai osamu

genre: minific ; hurt/comfort (post-dark era)

warnings: substance abuse

word count: 2.8K

author's note: this is for a request from @pompompurin1028 based on a quote from The Phantom of the Opera, but i lost the request orz but! kat, thank u for being a sweetheart and sending me back my draft, disregarding my blunder altogether :") sorry this took so long, but i really hope you enjoy it ;)

that being said, happy birthday to our fave womaniser <3

The raging thunderstorm drowned out the clack of your footsteps as you ran indoors to escape from the endless, angry tears of the sky. You were soaked to the scalp, and the way your clothes stuck to your skin uncomfortably flamed your urgent need for a shower and a fresh set of clothes.

As a general rule, the minute you stepped into your house, your temporary roommate would be quick to greet you with a joyous salutation. He'd been living with you for about three weeks now, and you didn't really know why he had come back to see you. Either ways, because the two of you had a history of working together in the Port Mafia, it didn't take long for you to get used to each other's company.

He'd left the Mafia months ago, yet that barely tarnished the bond you had with him.

When the two of you had yourselves twisted into the affairs of the underground, he was the one who watched out for you in ways he could, while you were the one who dotted after his wellbeing—tending to all his wounds, self-inflicted or not.

You still remember how Chuuya often made sarcastic remarks about how involved you were with Dazai, to which you'd respond with a bonk on his head.

A close friendship with Dazai Osamu was simply unheard of, being the demonic prodigy of the Mafia and all, but somehow, you weren't afraid of him in the slightest. Your lack of reverence piqued his interest, and as you two aged, his liking for you grew into something he hadn't clarified with you until now.

He had changed a lot ever since he had left his job— he seemed more tranquil and less cynical, but there were times where you saw through the masquerade he habitually pulled off. Dazai was able to deceive anyone, but not you.

You understood his silence better than anyone. You've seen the scars no one dared to ask about, and the parts of his soul no one even had the capacity to comprehend.

You often questioned why he could trust you the way he did, but never really got a clear picture.

That being established, here you were in the present, waiting for him to show up with an ostentatious salutation, but this time, silence was the only wraith awaiting you.

"Dazai?" your voice called out shakily as the cold pierced needles through your skin, "I'm home."

You received no response.

The oppressive absence of his voice implored you to traipse anxiously to the living room. With every grudging step you took, your mind raced through the million possibilities of what had become of him, yet you refused to acknowledge the worst possible outcome. You were certain the days of finding him staring death right in the face was over.

But that wasn't characteristic of the boy who saw the world through colorblind eyes.

The sight before you made the idea of breathing nothing but a strenuous task, as if breathing was the reason you were still alive after all these years, but also the way you were about to die right at this instant. You snapped out of your daze and took his limp body in your arms. You placed your ear on his chest, and to your relief—the relief no words could even begin to make sense out of—he was still breathing.

"Dazai," only now did you realise that your throat had gone painfully dry, making your voice crack in exigency. You looked around in delirious panic and found a few empty bottles strewn over the floor carelessly. Most of them were empty alcohol containers... except for one of which used to house a large dosage of pills.

Without warning, you started sobbing uncontrollably, pulling his head closer to rest your forehead on his. As your tears freckled his cheeks sparingly, you soon realised that crying was perhaps the stupidest thing to resort to at this point— calling an ambulance was a more logical approach.

You supported his upper body by the back of his neck and with your other hand, you picked your phone out from your pocket. Struggling with your blurred vision, you dialed the digits in hesitantly.

What would they do to him?

Would they take him away from you?

If they did, could you trust them to take care of him as well as you always did?

Your sense of protectiveness convinced you that you'd take care of him yourself. You were best at that. He'd be too stubborn to listen to the nurses, and you were sure he wouldn't trust anyone else to see the scars his body carried.

You set the phone aside and with a bitter smile assuming itself on your lips, you muttered out the words, "Dazai, you're an idiot, you know that? How long are you planning to do this to me?" in a whisper so soft, as if you were mortified at saying something so selfish.

You didn't expect a response but once you got it, you gasped out loud— whether in fright, shock, or relief, you didn't know.

"Oh, you're home," you felt the serrated, pained edges of his voice cut through your skin mercilessly as he looked into your swollen eyes with prodigious guilt and remorse. You couldn't bring yourself to say anything before he bent forward violently to grip his abdomen, inhaling sharply in evident pain. In the know, you hastily got up and helped him do the same.

With his hand over your shoulders, you struggled to support the weight of his body as the two of you heaved yourselves to the bathroom, where he immediately dropped himself in front of the toilet bowl to vomit unstintingly.

You knelt down next to him, placing your hand to rub his back tenderly as he ralphed out the poisons that threatened to take his life away just now. Once he was done, he sat down and leaned against the wall next to you, his head tilted upward, lips parted in exhaustion, staring at you with red-tinted eyes.

"Was this your plan all along?" you asked timidly as you wiped his face with a wet towel. He smiled at you guiltily.

"You never retired as my caretaker, huh?" he said before a cough interrupted his nonchalance.

"Don't change the subject," you replied, rubbing his chest to ease his heavy breathing.

"I wish you would care for someone who wouldn't worry you so much."

"I wish you would stop worrying me so much," your simplification of his sentence tugged a light chuckle out of his lips.

After freshening up and calming down a little, you found yourselves in the bedroom. As the two of you sat on the floor with your backs leaned against each other, you struggled with keeping words of anger at the tip of your tongue. You knew saying things you certainly didn't mean would just make him feel guilty, and that was the last thing you wanted to put him through.

He tilted his chin up and rested the back of his head on the back of yours, a nervous grimace flashing across his face as he thought of what to say. His skin had gone numb with consternation and longing. He yearned to be held in your embrace at this instant, but knew that it was too much to ask of you right now.

"It's not a good time to confess my love for you now, right?" he said casually. At this point, he had nothing to lose, and in this moment, he was desperate to hear your voice. You laughed softly, inviting him to get up to come and sit in front of you. He took both your hands in his, and planted a meek kiss on your knuckles.

"Am I that dense to you?" you retorted back, unable to keep yourself from smiling at the way his brown eyes pierced your gaze lovingly. You leaned on the bedside behind you, gesturing for him to come closer.

"You're really bad at keeping secrets," you cooed smoothly.

"Who said it was a secret?" he grinned, "Admit it, you're just really bad at taking a hint."

"Ugh, come here," you demanded. He shifted himself so that you found his head on your lap. He closed his eyes as your fingers ran through his hair gently.

"Do you love me back?" he asked expectantly, not daring to open his eyes to meet your glare.

"If I didn't, I think I would've kicked you out of my house by now," you mumbled grumpily. His smile only grew wider. A simple confession of love for your best friend wasn't scary if all you wanted in this life was to die, right? Again, he had absolutely nothing to lose at this point.

But now that he had finally said it, he realised he just gained something he could lose at any second.

Your fingers continued to tangle and untangle themselves in his brunette, unkempt hair. You had so much you wanted to ask, yet somehow you didn't want to disturb how he was so relaxed in your grasp.

"Aren't you going to say anything?" he opened his eyes to meet yours.

"Hm..." you thought carefully, though you already knew what you wanted to say.

"Why did you try to leave again?" you said those words with ease. Each and every former attempt you came to know about was never questioned by you— you felt like you had no right to ask him anything.

But for so long, you loved this boy more than anything else— of course you had all the right.

"That's a good question," the smile on his lips was branded with guilt from burdening you with soul-crushing worry, yet his eyes pleaded with you to understand he meant no harm to you. It then came to your realisation that the act of committing your heart to a wreckless person like him threatened to draw scars all over your very soul, yet the adoration his sorrow-filled eyes held promised to mend every single wound he had caused afterward.

"How do you live life without being terrorised by the fact that whatever you gain will be lost at some point? How do you go on with knowing you take nothing but yourself to the grave?" he asked, genuinely wanting to know what you had to say.

"Everything means nothing, Dazai," you answered plainly, caressing his cheekbone tenderly.

"Once you realise that, everything becomes a little more... comical. If we lose our expectations for life, we won't be disappointed all the time."

"If that's true, and if life really was that horrible, what would it matter if I died just now?" a wry smile twisted his lips. Now you realised one of the reasons he had asked such a question in the first place— he had wanted you to prove him wrong, and it pained you to see that he had lost so much hope already.

It was strange how the most beautiful souls were tormented with the most excruciatingly painful truths life could offer. Every single individual is tainted with the ghost of their past and the mistakes they've made along the way, but before you, despite how people fear him, and despite how society would look down on such a criminal, this boy was an angel— an angel without a home.

The world robbed angels of their wings and halos so they would look like demons instead.

But Dazai was no demon— not to you. If he was ever a demon, it'd be the times he stole your ice cream from the fridge, or the times he lied to you about going to sleep early.

If you ever accused him of being a demon, it was for stealing your heart and never giving it back.

"Would you like a well-structured, intellectual answer, or an answer from the bottom of my heart?"

"You're an intellect. I'm sure you'd give me the best of both worlds if you'd pick either," he said coquettishly. You rolled your eyes. You gave yourself a moment to think before opening your mouth again.

"I know the weight of the world, or, better yet, the weight of life itself, is the most unbearable thing we've choicelessly become stewards of. But someday, you'd realise the horror of living would make your death... all the more beautiful. We've only got one life to live, and one death to die."

He nodded professionally, but you could tell he wasn't taking you seriously.

"You tricked me. That was your philosophical answer, wasn't it?" he raised his eyebrows, a smirk drawing itself on his lips, "Heard that one before. I know you too well to think that that was from the bottom of your heart, y/n."

"You're right," you chuckled. Already knowing that he wouldn't be satisfied with your abstract answer, you continued on with what you actually wanted to say.

"I'm not asking you to promise me anything, Dazai, but all I ask of you, is that you understand that you don't have be in that bubble of seclusion anymore. You've solved enough mysteries of this world— death, life, and whatever that comes in between; the more meaning you get out of this world, the less meaning you see in living itself, and such knowledge is too heavy for anyone to carry. That's what separates you from the world— you've taken it all upon yourself, but at what cost, my love?"

He made no reply. He couldn't shake off the uneasiness he felt stemming from your answer, which was undoubtedly the most genuine thing he'd heard in his entire life. No, it definitely wasn't uneasiness... it was mere comfort— comfort he was so unfamiliar with. Is this what it felt like to be understood?

He had felt this way before, but at another point of his life with a different person, and in a very different way.

"Do you believe me when I say I care about you?" you asked, your face directly over his. As you waited for his response, you picked out the strands of his hair that curtained his face, his eyes fluttering at your sweet-tempered touch.

"Of course," he smiled serenely. He didn't know what else to say.

"Then you should know that all I want for you is to not feel alone anymore. I may not understand you completely, Dazai, you've hurt in a way that no one will ever know. But hear me out: I don't think there's enough love in the world, unless we have someone to give it to. Would you believe me if I said I'll love you to the best of my heart's ability?"

"I do," surprisingly, he meant that.

He wasn't sure where this certainty came from, but what he saw glowing from your face— compassion, just pure compassion, a flaw no one else in the world was willing to show—made him feel safe. He felt like he had found his home— right here, within your touch.

At this point, if you asked him to unravel every strand of his dolorous soul, he'd do it�� even if his actions were fuelled with just a short-lived impulse, he'd do it without thinking twice.

It was just like how you used to uncoil his bandages to replace them when you were just teenagers— the way your eyes glowed with maddening concern while you stayed silent the whole time, not asking where each wound came from. It was just like that.

Though, he couldn't decide if your words would last. Maybe they wouldn't— all good things came to an end. But perhaps focusing on the tiniest details— from the minutes he had his hands around your waist whenever you slow-danced in the kitchen to the hours you'd spend talking and listening to each other— those were the details which made this horrible life a little more prettier. A little more bearable. A little more worthwhile.

"Daaazaaaiii~" he unlatched himself from the depths of his thoughts as you waved your hand in front of him. Your chuckles filled the air as he suddenly grasped the sides of your face to latch his lips on yours, forgetting about all the thoughts which threatened to bother him.

"If you keep charming me like that, I might really want to start living," he said as he sat upright. He leaned forward with the intention to continue kissing you, but you placed your hand on his chest to stop him briefly.

"Is that a challenge?" you asked mischievously, with an effervescent smile on your face which he was, once again, quick to hide as he placed his lips on yours again.

[ellitx]

I know this is mostly a venti blog but will you write for albedo again? would love to see more of him with your writing.. oh also I hope this doesn't come off as pushy haha I was just wondering

I did made a snippet of another albedo x reader and the draft is sitting here for months now ajskks

It has 1.7k words and albedo still hasnt appeared yet orz so uhm, here ya go even tho its not yet finished im sorryy

This looks like aether x reader at the start

            The soft clouds of Mondstadt were a wonderful sight to see. Hues of white and blues scattered across the horizon, making it seem like a smudge of a paintbrush, beautifully painted on the canvas. 

            You were wandering at the town square of Mond, mindlessly checking the shops that will ever catch your interest. You passed by Marjorie’s souvenir shop, boring. Checking Timaeus’s alchemy, yeah you’ve already learned a lot, no need to go back there. 

            Unfortunately, there was none at all.

            A tired sigh slipped from your lips and furrowed your brows. There was nothing to do and you’ve already done all your tasks. Klee was still stuck in her confinement, so you can’t play with her today.

            What a bummer…

            Another sigh came and your stomach released a sound hungry grumbling. You squirmed and wrapped your arms around your waist to silence the noise. Walking around the town made you starve for sure. 

            You noticed a lot of people have been crowding at Sara’s restaurant. Was there an event or something? You shrugged your shoulders to brush those thoughts off, more focused on getting food than the commotion that is happening in front of you.

            “Excuse me—“

            “Please, traveler!! I’ll give you a meal for free!”

            Your brows raised in surprise seeing the Honorary Knight was here. “Ooh, free meal?! Traveler, say yes! Say yes!!” His floating companion, Paimon, exclaimed whilst floating around and wiggled her little legs in excitement. “F-fine… we can’t say no to a free food.”

            Aether placed his hand on his hair and ruffled it with a sigh of defeat. From the corner of his eyes, he saw you waving at him.

           “[Name]!” You approached them and gave a big grin. “Hey! Didn’t know you’re already back here in Mondstadt.”

            He chuckled and rubbed his neck sheepishly. “Yeah, we just recently arrived.” Before you could respond, Sara called out your name. “[Name]! Perfect timing, I also need your help.” 

            You tipped your head and hummed. “Sure. Is it another delivery?” The waitress shook her head and jutted her thumb behind her. “Lots of customers are coming and we need you two to give these orders on their table.”

            Your eye twitched and squinted at her in wariness. “I don’t mind but please don’t tell me I still have to wear that uniform.” 

            “Even though it’s a must, there's no need to. There's not enough time to change. Just give these meals to their respective tables.” She clasped her hands in front in a begging manner. Breathing in relief, you went to the counter to take the plates and set off to serve them.

            “You owe me a free Flaming Red Bolognese!” The outlander chuckled at your words and mimicked your action, ready to do the task.

            The duty actually went smoothly than you thought it would be. With Aether helping you out, it was fast and steady but with a few slips here and there. Just as you were already done, another pack of customers came rushing in.

            “Woah!! [Name] really is the waitress again in Good Hunter~!” 

            “Hey! First come, first serve!! And no skipping lines!”

            You stopped in your tracks and slowly turned your head. This is bad. Really bad.

            Your throat bobbed seeing lots of customers gathering in the diner. Then you slapped both sides of your to shake off the nervousness. Paimon glanced at you and floated over. “Woah, lots of people came. Shouldn’t you two handle it?”

            Aether seemed like he was about to pass out from exhaustion and hunger. “I…I just want something to eat…” Head clouded and hazy, he unknowingly grabbed the emergency ration by her legs and opened his mouth ready to take a bite to get rid of his starvation. It surprised her as she wriggled out from his grasp and stomped her foot in the air.

            “Get a hold of yourself! Sticky Honey Roast is almost there waiting for you!”

            “Huh?! Says the one who just floats around and does nothing to help!”

           This is going to be a long day.

  —

             “Good work, everyone!” Sara clapped and wiped her head to remove the sweat that was slipping on the side of her head. The waitress then put out a meat dish coated with sweet honey sauce. The fragrant of the freshly cooked dish wafted through their noses making them drool.

            “Finally!!” Aether cried and took a big munch of Good Hunter’s beloved dish. 

            “And here’s your Flaming Red Bolognese, [Name]. They’re freshly cooked, so eat it while it’s still hot.” She winked and gave you a fork. You thanked Sara and twirled the spaghetti with your fork, letting its long noodles snake around it.

            “Ah, by the way, I have another request for you.” You quirked a brow at her as you chew your food, signing her to continue. “A client asked me to prepare a banquet and since we’re currently low on staff, do you mind if you do the baking?”

            You grabbed a napkin and wiped the red stains on your lips. Her request made you raise a question though. Why you and not someone who’s good at baking? Well, you can bake too but at an approaching proficiency level only. 

            The first person who came to your mind was Noelle. She can do everything perfectly well with ease. However, she seems so busy lately, so asking her to do it will make you feel bad and you don’t want to add another task to her hands.

            And the other one is…

             I-I don’t know anyone else who can bake…! 

             You can also ask Aether but you don’t want to trouble him any further especially since he just arrived here. You've already lost count of how many sighs escaped from you. Well, it’s better to help a friend who’s in trouble than just leaving them there struggling.

            “Sure, but why me?” You asked. Her lips curved and grinned at you as her eyes gleamed like the stars at night. “Your Moon Pie was so heavenly! When I took a bite of it, all the taste came to me at once. And the meringue was perfect! Not too sweet and not too bland.”

            “I would do anything to have another plate of it…” She placed her hands on her cheeks as she whined, drooling just thinking about the said pastry. 

            “So what kind of pastries am I going to bake? I hope it’s not too many.”  Sara propped her elbows on the counter and leaned forward. “Just a cake that’s all.” She then waved her hand, motioning you to come closer.

            Aether looked at them who are whispering to each other. He saw your face turned beet red and before puffing up your cheeks and playfully slapping her arms. Whatever their chat was, he shouldn’t bother wanting to know it.

            Food is here. Food is free, must eat it. Yes, only these thoughts must be inside his head. He continued relishing the delicious meal with Paimon across gnawing the plate clean.

  —

             “Flour, check. Eggs, check. Milk, check. Now all I need is… strawberries!” You were currently shopping for ingredients in Blanche’s shop. Your eyes scanned the racks, looking for a pack of that delicate pink fruit. With the continuous search for the red fruit up and down the shop, you're starting to lose hope at no signs of sight of that sweet berry.

            Did they run out of stock?

            You went towards the shop owner and asked. Sadly, she said yes, much to your dismay. 

            “There might be fresh strawberries in Springvale. You should ask there. Or—” Blanche suddenly smirked, making you feel unease about what’s behind that mischievous smile of hers.

            “You could ask Albedo to grow one for you. He can easily grow out those with just his alchemic powers or something.” Huh, it can be. You closed your eyes and give a thought about it. 

            “Albedo? I mean yeah, but he’s busy right now.”

            “Eh? But he’s right behind you.”

            The mention of the said male standing behind you made you immediately whirled your head in excitement. You feel delighted knowing about it, but rather expecting to see his figure there, you see nothing. No one and not a thing was there. Only air greeted you. 

            The shopkeeper snorted and covered her mouth to hold her laughter as small tears started to create from the edge of her eyes. You can’t believe she just did that. You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment that Blanche just tricked you into thinking the Chief Alchemist was really there.

            “S-sorry sorry.” She said in between her giggles and shook her hand. You grumbled and took out a pouch of mora to pay for the ingredients and shoving it into her hands.

            “Keep the change.”

            And with that, you marched your way off to Springvale with your face still flushed. Blanche looked over to the waitress of Good Hunter and gave her a thumbs up with that impish grin still glued to her face.

i have to cut it off here since its not finished yet. It’s just klee and reader are baking. idk what happened to my motivation in writing for albedo ;; but if you read the snippet you can get the whole idea of this oneshot

[telesthisia]

HOW I RUN MY BLOG.

[Pictured: me coming into this blog when i get motivation] 

SPEED: DON’T TRUST THIS BECAUSE AT THIS POINT, AMBER SIGHTINGS ARE LIKE CRYPTID SIGHTINGS!!! I only come to my blog bloody mary style, meaning you gotta make a summoning circle say “amber do your drafts” three times and I’ll come running. BUT!!! UH! I honestly can’t tell at this moment in time because I don’t spend too much time on the internet! I’m fickle as fUCK so it can range between.... a week for a response to a month and I’m sorry!! 

REPLIES: Depends on my partner! I tend to mirror their response, but with me more is more because sometimes I can just ramble in my writings and add too much fluff to my replies. 

STARTERS: I SUCK!!! STARTER MACHINE BROKEN! It’s funny because I used to be good about this but I feel like I need to mildly plot things out now this way it can give both my partner and i a thread to work off on. I do like starters from ask memes though they can provide good situations. I just need something happening in a thread, domestic/talky talk threads are fine but I want more oompf you feel? 

INBOX: IT’S UH.... FULL old memes and anons and other things. Ye! I need to be better with answering things tho orz. 

SELECTIVITY: HIGHLY!  It’s for my own sanity at this point rather than being a snob, because trust me my writing is nothing special. If the person has good characterization, fun content, interacts with mutuals ooc through funny posts, interesting headcanons and just a good vibe I’m totally in! I typically don’t follow if I don’t see writing styles match, uncut posts (this is a big one) or purple prose (another big one, I am a hoe for metaphors that tie into themes but how can I take the 4000 metaphors you throw at me seriously when your writing is at a full 100?)/.

WISHLIST: ME SLAMMING DOWN MY BOOKS well I have tons of fun AUs. I may not be good at starters but building foundations of a new universe and then building it up with partners is always so much fun! I made a neato Viking AU for OOT Zelda where she’s hunted down to stop Ragnarok since it’s believed she has the powers too..... I believe I’d like a cyberpunk sorta thing with this Zelda! Or Barrier Maiden who’s actually an Apocalypse Maiden sealed away by the sages AU that I have cooking up because Zelda is typically a barrier maiden so why not switch things up a notch where she is still the pillar of the world but carries a great power that could more or less destroy the world.... in case you can’t tell I have some heartbreaking ideas that include world destruction idk why. A good old dungeon exploring thread is always a lot of fun to write out! I’d also love to do some fun ship threads too! And fun shippy ship AUs, like one time with my old ship partner we had a reverse AU where Link was the prince and Zelda the maid and they fell in love despite circumstances because their relationship wouldn’t be possible due to class difference and the obligations that Link has a prince to marry out of strengthening a neighboring nation. I do have all sorts of shipping AU, I have a mythology AU going on in a discord rp for crying out loud! It won’t be coffee shop AU that’s for sure.

HONEST NOTE: I’m slow. But I truly do appreciate the partners who’ve stuck with me throughout the months or years or however long you’ve been on this crazy ride with me for! I believe that RP should be treated as a hobby rather than something you gotta do just to meet some sort of weird quota we have as a community when really, we should just chill. I understand being super excited for threads and all but understand that behind the computer screen, is a person. That said I don’t have plans leaving unless I say I am, don’t take the three months of absence of me going away forever ;v;

[awesomeuchuu]

📌 (story of my life- I just start them anyway) ❔🌹💫 (that speed... Woah) 🎊 (I CHU) 🎶🌟

📌 Your reply is stuck in my drafts but I’d like to start something new (or talk about it first)  ❔ I’m not in the mood for big things at the moment, asks are just easier for me 🌹 My muse is getting attached to yours since following you (interactions or not) and I need to tell you how they feel 💫 I can’t keep up with your blog/shenanigans/etc. but I love what you’re doing! 🎊 Sometimes you just make me so happy I don’t know what to do. Oops. 🎶 I really tend to space off sometimes and do my own thing, it’s not you! 🌟 You’re very good at writing a certain subject and I just want to see more of it

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IT IS FINE we can start new stuff or brainstorm :D Anything’s fine really

You do what’s easiest for you :3

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA TELL MEEEEEEEEEEEE

Orz;;; oopsie 

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What subject? >o>

[sugamacchiato]

more of the same

Pairing: Yoongi/Jin

Summary: A snapshot of the beggining of Yoongi and Seokjin’s relationship.

Word count: 2,169

Genre: Prequel/College!AU

Warnings: none?

a/n: this was originally written to go in part 3 of two lefts don’t make a right...but three do (which you can find here here & here) but I didn’t think it fit so I cut it orz but i loved this scene so much I couldn’t delete it so, yeah, I made it the prequel. It’s has some rough edges and is a little choppy at the end but I oddly think it turned out okay.

Half the world didn’t think Yoongi and Seokjin would make it past six months of dating. “Seokjin’s a bossy spitfire and Yoongi’s a grumpy perfectionist, how long do you think before they’ll be at each other’s throats?” the couple would hear them whisper behind their backs. It bothered Yoongi but Seokjin was oddly unaffected by it. Yoongi hated he was so insecure but Seokjin would never make him feel less. “I like you,” Seokjin would declare. “I know you’re a good guy so who cares what they think?” It didn’t really matter that Yoongi sometimes had trouble expressing his feelings properly since Seokjin never expected him to. Seokjin always seemed to recognize how Yoongi felt anyway and never asked anything from him. He was also overly forward and bold in letting Yoongi know how much he liked him so Yoongi’s doubts were always easily chased away despite the annoying gossip.

Truthfully, through those basic descriptions people saw them as it was understandable why they didn’t think Yoongi and Seokjin would work. Even at face value they made little sense. Seokjin was tall, handsome, with twinkles in his eyes while Yoongi was small and always looked perpetually unimpressed. Even Yoongi’s first impression of Seokjin hadn’t been the most favorable. They had met at Yoongi’s freshman orientation. Seokjin was the upperclassman that had been assigned to Yoongi’s tour group and even though he never spoke to Seokjin directly, Yoongi did walk away slightly vexed from the elder’s obnoxious laugh.

Yoongi later learned to find Seokjin’s ridiculous sense of humor charming (though even to this day he rarely admits it out loud) but that first day Yoongi found it difficult to not roll his eyes or groan periodically as Seokjin led the group on a tour of the campus and seemed physically unable to pass up the opportunity to make some joke or pun of the names of buildings. Despite earning only meager half-laughs from the unimpressed freshman Seokjin didn’t let that  discourage him and even if half the time it was just him manically laughing at his own jokes he didn’t let up once. Yoongi admits, he was impressed with his shamelessness but it still didn’t mean the elder wasn’t annoying.

After that first day Yoongi would see Seokjin around campus every so often but other than a quick double take, because let’s be honest—Seokjin is hot as fuck, Yoongi just kept walking by. It wasn’t until the following year that Seokjin TA’ed Yoongi’s intro to marketing class that they actually started talking. Unfortunately for Yoongi (or so he thought at the time) Seokjin had taken an extra liking to picking on him and randomly calling on him to participate. Seokjin wasn’t a dick about singling him out exactly. Yoongi knew he was pushing him more because Yoongi offered a lot of relevant discourse to whatever topic they were on, but as a general rule Yoongi prefered to just keep his head down and do his work in class.

Seokjin is an unabashed flirt by nature and Yoongi refused to accept that no matter how different the demeanor of Seokjin’s flirting with him in comparison to the rest of the students, Seokjin was trying to tell him anything. Yoongi was mortified when he finally realized he had a crush on the guy.

He had made the mistake of arriving early to class one day (Yoongi has always refused to admit he was already smitten by that point but that’s another story) and got stuck with Seokjin alone for a good 15 minutes. They had drafts of a project to turn in so Yoongi didn’t really think much when Seokjin suggested he look over Yoongi’s draft before class. However, Yoongi in no way expected Seokjin to awkwardly hover next to his desk as he read Yoongi’s work and then lean over next to him, arm-to-arm, to make notes and suggestions. The other side of his desk was closed off and Yoongi swore Seokjin leaned in when Yoongi tried to put distance between them. Yoongi was trapped. He sat there helplessly knowing he could do nothing to stop the blush he felt creeping up his neck. Yoongi still has no memory of what the hell Seokjin even said to him because he was so hyper aware of every shift in Seokjin’s arm against his. It also didn’t help that Yoongi got super weird and refused to look over at Seokjin every time he turned his head to make eye contact. Yoongi could hear the smile on his face and it irritated him but he didn’t trust himself to not say something embarrassing. Seokjin has somehow always had the ability to render Yoongi completely stupid, a skill that he abuses even after so many years.

Yoongi hated how he was almost disappointed when Seokjin finally put an appropriate amount of distance between them as soon as other students started filtering into the classroom but he knew he was so screwed. Yoongi can only assume he looked as flustered as he felt the entire hour because Seokjin did him the favor of not making him join that day’s discussion.

After that Yoongi never arrived early again and was always the first one to bolt out the door as soon as the hour was up. Seokjin would still pick on Yoongi to participate and Yoongi did the best he could to brush off suggestive comments and ignore pointed stares because he didn’t trust his judgement since there was a high probability he was just being delusional.

On the last day of the semester Seokjin asked Yoongi to stay behind to talk to him. Yoongi still laughs because he remembers praying to every star in the galaxy for the floor to open up and swallow him whole. No matter how much he begged his heart to please please please slow down, he felt it speed up even more as he helplessly watched the rest of his classmates leave the room.

At the time Yoongi was way too smitten so he felt like he was on pins and needles when Seokjin sat down in the desk in front of his, facing Yoongi. Looking back Yoongi thinks the whole thing was rather sleazy and often makes fun of Seokjin for having preyed on a sweet, innocent underclassmen (“Innocent? Pfft! Yah! Min Yoongi, stop telling lies! You were far from innocent!” he always protests).

Seokjin was anything but subtle in his confession. “I like you Min Yoongi,” he had said so matter-of-factly that Yoongi didn’t quite compute that it was an actual confession he was receiving. “Now that I’m not your teacher anymore there is nothing stopping me from asking you out. So… do you want to go out with me?”

Blinking awkwardly at Seokjin as he sat there expectantly waiting for Yoongi’s answer definitely wasn’t one of Min Yoongi’s smoothest moments. It was likely only about a minute he sat there gaping but it felt much longer. Yoongi later learned that Seokjin had been holding his breath and that despite his confident attitude he was still nervous.

“Umm,” Yoongi started, thoughts still racing through his head and unsure of what he wanted to say. Well he wanted to say yes but his mouth betrayed him. “Why?”

Of all the possible reactions Seokjin could have given he pouted. Seokjin pouted! Bottom lip jutted out and puppy dog eyes glistening. Yoongi expected him to say something along the line of “why not?” as in, “why not? I have nothing better to do” or “why not? I have nothing to lose,” but Seokjin surprised him.

“You’re cute,” he started, he was looking directly at Yoongi which made him squirm a little. “And I think you’re sweet. I bullied you all semester and you never waivered. You’re smart. I never caught you off guard with any question. You carry yourself with a sort of harsh vibe but one little knock and that facade comes falling down and you turn into a pink bumbling mess. You pout when you talk and honestly I find that so adorable I can’t stand it.” Yoongi felt his heart in his throat but Seokjin was smiling. “And if I’m being totally honest here I’ve had a mini crush on you since orientation last year. I thought you were hot.”

“You remember that?” Yoongi asked, surprised he found his voice.

“Yeah, I do. You stood in the back and were annoyed with all my jokes,” he says with a small laugh. “After that I’d see you around campus and stared at you until you were out of sight. All my friends made so much fun of me for my crush on you. I wanted to ask you out before but I didn’t think you liked me… or possibly even remembered me.”

Yoongi really didn’t want to believe what he was hearing was true, he wanted so bad to think Seokjin was lying. How could someone like Seokjin have a crush on someone like Yoongi? But there was something that didn’t let Yoongi be his usual destructive self and made him accept what he was hearing was actually how Seokjin felt. Seokjin was being so real with him and even though he appeared confident there was still that little bit of hesitation that drove Yoongi kind of mad.

“When I saw your name on the class list I kinda had a panic attack. I wasn’t totally sure it was you since, who knows, there may have been another Min Yoongi. But it was you and… yeah. You know the rest.”

“You picked on me for the whole semester because you liked me?” Yoongi asks, finally a little more relaxed. “Isn’t that a little… grade school?”

Seokjin smiled again. Yoongi decides right then and there he likes pulling smiles out of Seokjin. “Hey! It wasn’t just because of that,” he protested. “Well, maybe at first I picked on you because I just wanted to hear you talk and, okay yeah, I was being a bit creepy because I wanted to hear your voice but then after I realized you had a lot of good opinions that I felt would make the class better. So, yeah… I picked on you.”

Yoongi’s ears were burning. Not only did Seokjin just admit he liked Yoongi’s voice, but he smiling even wider and Yoongi felt like swooning. But he still had to keep some semblance of composure.

“So what do you say?” Seokjin says after a moment. “Do you want to go out with me? It’s not just me right? I wasn’t sure at first but I think you might like me too… so what do you say?”

Seokjin had his heart on his sleeve and Yoongi never expected such a confession. He was at a loss for words but there was a telltale feeling in his gut.

“Yeah. Yeah I’d like that.” Yoongi’s really proud that his voice didn’t stutter because his heart was pounding a thousand beats a minute. “I like you a lot too.” He hadn’t given his mouth permission to say that last bit, it had just slipped out, but he’s glad it did because Seokjin’s looking at him with that annoying glimmer in his eye that Yoongi still pretends to be annoyed at. Looking back, the moment Yoongi remembers most is the one right after Yoongi had accepted to go out with him. It was like Yoongi had handed him the world and Yoongi was sure there was no one more beautiful. Yoongi’s pretty sure that’s the moment he fell in love with Seokjin. He didn’t realize it until much later when Seokjin was dropping him off at his dorm, they had just gone to see a weird French film Seokjin insisted on. Even though Yoongi had dozed off through parts of the first half, the second half was really quite good so coming back they were both in a really good mood. It wasn’t until they were at Yoongi’s door that Yoongi realized he really didn’t want Seokjin to go. Not just leave him that night, he wanted to be around Seokjin all the time. Yoongi invited him into his dorm and before the night was over Yoongi inadvertently blurted out that they should live together next semester. The rest of their story was history.

They had been together for 12 years that year. Most couples had ups and downs, but contrary to what everyone had told them they had made it. They’ve lived in a blissful sort of harmony that Yoongi never really imagined he’d have,

Yoongi was shy which made him hard to get to know. He had some rough edges that most people didn’t bother looking past so he was constantly being misjudged. Seokjin always had a way of not just seeing past all of that but also making Yoongi feel more at home than with anyone or anywhere else. He’s not sure what their future holds for them… but if it’s more of what they’ve already had for so long, Yoongi can’t wait for it.

[atalantaz]

Tag people thing

Those get-to-know-me things where you tag people and stuff. Combined three tags I got, so 3 birds with one post :’) Below the read more for length

Tagged by @lelouchvibrittannias​ Thank you for the tag~! Sorry for the one month late response;;

Last movie you watched? Resident Evil: The Final Chapter 

Last song you listened to?  前前前世 (Zen Zen Zense) by RADWIMPS

Last book you read? My taxation law book :’) I haven’t read anything besides textbooks for months... the last one I remember reading was  Louisa May Alcott’s Little Women, and that was like, senior high... almost 3 years ago..... 

Last thing you ate? Ginisang gulay at toge (stir-fry mixed vegetables) and salted duck egg with tomato

If you could be anywhere right now, where would you be? At Pasela or Nicocafe... V3.. and cafes... my two weaknesses

Generally, in Japan

Where/When would you travel to? I’m assuming a sure travelling date? Since I really want to go to Japan but who knows when. For sure I’m going to Australia when I graduate at around October! Hopefully things go smoothly. And maybe after that we’re going to New Zealand for my relatives, since it’s relatively near to Australia B^) 

Fictional character you could hang out with for a day? God I’d love to hang out with Mikorin (GSNK) so we can buy merch, play games, and weeb out have drawing lessons! I wish I can draw flowers as pretty as he can;; I’d also want to hang out with Lucifer (Hataraku Maou-sama) for the same reasons (sans the last) but if it was with him... the world may go to ruin. Then there’s Chihiro (DR) too... I wrote down 3 characters, am I cheating- 

The time right now? 11:20 pm (LESS THAN 3 HOURS TILL V3 MERCH RELEASE AND 12 HOURS FOR V3 RELEASE DATE NEWS ANNOUNCEMENT!!!)

What is your favorite day of the week and why? As of now it’s Wednesday because that’s my free day and Nanbaka lmao

Tagged by: @pastelchiakis Thank you for the tag! :D

Rules: Answer the ‘questions’ in a new post and tag blogs you’d like to know better.

Nickname: Sera, although feel free to call me what you want! Try to beat Zeerambe though :’) technically this was a balloon’s name but it’s all BB’s fault it’s me now

Height: 163 cm(?)

Time right now: 11:21pm

Favorite musical artist: I don’t have a favorite and just listen to songs I like;;

Song stuck in your head: probably the last song I listened to, so Zen Zen Zense by RADWIMPS again!

Last movie watched: Resident Evil: The Final Chapter

Last TV show watched: Hmm I never get to watch TV recently but sometimes I look at the TV for like 10 minutes during dinner time and see what my mom is watching, and if you’re a Filipino like me there is no escape from Encantadia orz

What you’re wearing right now: Pajamas

What kind of stuff do you post: 90% Dingle romps, 10% non-dingle romps, mostly artworks though

When did you create your blog: Uhh sometime around August 2015?

Other blogs you have: None, having one is already enough lmao;;

If you get asks regularly: Nope. You know what I get regularly? Zai and Riku roasting me on twitter :’^)

Reason of your url choice: I remember it was my summoner name in LoL, though I never really played that much again after season 3 or 4. Plus Z is my first initial! Though idk why I chose Atalanta tho;;

Hogwarts House: I want to be a Ravenclaw but my first Pottermore quiz put me in Slytherin, not that I’d mind

Gender: ╰( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )つ──☆*:・ﾟ

Pokémon Go Team: Mystic! I love ice types, hence Articuno :’)

Favorite colour: Blue. Light blue preferably, then maybe pastel colors, and black and white upupupupu~

Average hours of sleep:

Don’t be like me

Dream job:  I remember having a CPA Lawyer as a dream but... law is just... OTL Financial analyst sounds nice too. I want to become a translator or game developer as well but HMMM too many dreams, only one life

Tagged by Taco Meat thief, @coolbirds B^) I’ll still put all my salt on your taco meat(s) but thank you for the tag! ^^

Age:

You can do this... but at what cost :^) tho if you’re lazy like me, PM me and I shall tell you the answer lmao

Current/Dream job: (copy pasted from above) I remember having a CPA Lawyer as a dream but... law is just... OTL Financial analyst sounds nice too. I want to become a translator or game developer as well but HMMM too many dreams, only one life

Talented at: Being salty Idk, math? I love and am better at number theory the most..

Goal: To become successful in life and enjoying it to the fullest :’) vague

Collecting: Merchandises of things I love. Mostly it’s pokemon plushies though (rip my bed, it has no more space and so does my shelves;;) My cousins, brother and I are aiming to have a room dedicated for pokeplushies. OH and Alpaccaso! I love em. So much ;_; pic here for relevance B^)

Talking: I either have a girly voice or a manly voice. There is no in between-

Pet peeve: There are lots. One is taking my stuff without permission, and when I need it, it’s not there so I can’t use it (bonus pet peeve points if not returned to me). Another is having someone’s UNWELCOME warm hand on my nape, ear or behind the ear??? Like what the f-

Advice: Life is too short for you to dwell on negative things. Instead, focus more on what makes you happy and find ways on improving yourself, and to turn negativity around.

Song: By the time I wrote this Zen Zen Zense was finished SO now it’s スパークル (Sparkle) by RADWIMPS still!

Aesthetic: Ocean/underwater, the sky/galaxy, nighttime, cleanliness and orderliness, colorful composition, intricate geometric patterns, etc. (idk how to describe my aesthetic, but you can check out my aesthetic tag, I guess) 

All done! After this post spending a well-needed vacation in my drafts :’)

Now.. tagging people... I realize I essentially made 3 tag-people-thing so whoever is unfortunate to get tagged doesn’t have to do all three, maybe just one, or maybe just none at all! It’s no problem and I just did these so I won’t leave those who tagged me hanging :’) and I had time to spare every now and then haha;; Though I am curious what the others would put, so, here we go:

@pastelchiakis @coolbirds @lelouchvibrittannias (other than what you guys tagged me in) @oumafetish2k17-shirodebby @shiyabi @ghostidaisy​ @creakie @shsl-shipper-gamer-fangirl @galaxy-gardener @animewonderlandninja​