#the rest i either didn't find or I no longer vibed with it or I changed my character's canon since then

[helslastangel]

Hey, what do you think of Juno in Virgo? I never hear anyone talk about it much.

I don't know for sure, but a part of me thinks that it's a less common Juno placement in general. I meet and hear about Capricorn, Aquarius, and Pisces Junos quite a bit more.

That being said, I have had a few friends with Juno in Virgo and it's pretty interesting. I was particularly close with one and got to see how it played out over a period of time.

Juno In Virgo ♍️

So a few years back, I met this Libra sun woman with Juno in Virgo. She was deeply in love with a rather stoic Taurus stellium guy that I didn't understand at first, but it made a lot of sense after I read her chart. She had Eros in Cancer. So before meeting this guy, she had been drawn to guys who were soft-spoken or had softer or more emotional personalities. However, I think she always subconsciously knew that being this way herself, she needed someone to balance her out.

She came alive when she finally met someone (the Taurus) who had qualities and characteristics that a person with Juno in Virgo would need to feel at ease and fulfilled in a relationship.

Here are some of those qualities that people with this Juno placement often find themselves drawn to when ready to settle down into a longer-term relationship:

🌾 Juno in Virgo can lead someone to be highly attracted to practical people, whether they consciously like it or not. They may go out with other types but end up being drawn to people who seem to have their shit together.

🌾 This is not the same kind of pull that Capricorn Juno experiences towards people who are ambitious and have a head for business or strategic planning. Virgo Juno ends up being drawn to the people who have routines, rules, and rituals for themselves that they follow religiously and quite happily.

🌾 People with their Juno in Virgo are often deeply attracted to minimalists, or they are that way themselves.

🌾 Not to be cliché, but perfectionism follows Virgo placements around like a toddler who knows you have candy-Juno in Virgo is no different. These folks will often be single for many many years waiting for the ideal partner or persist with the one person they consider "perfect" for them for a very long time. Usually waiting for them to feel the same way, or actively trying to improve a partner they already have (occasionally against their will lol "for their own good").

🌾 Virgo Juno women/feminine people especially can give off "ideal wife" vibes to the majority of men. Whether she is one or not (and whether she even wants this image) depends on the rest of her chart and her synastry with various people, but she will come across that way to many. Unless there are fire or water placements, she can seem a bit distant or even cold (though attentive and responsible) under most circumstances.

🌾 Virgo Juno men/masculine people are similarly cool, calm, collected types who might lack passion or warmth without placements that balance this out. However, they also might not be particularly attentive either, especially to love-related matters. They may enjoy being around coworkers or casual friends more than romantic partners and interests. They are responsible though and if they do get into a relationship, they will take care of their partner and ensure that life is as comfortable as possible.

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Hope you found this insightful! 😘

[bragganhyl]

welp I've done it, I've backed up almost every fic I wrote since the summer of 2017 onto ayothree, you can find me @ argwes_adri

[bimobuddy]

I Wish-

FOP: A New Wish tk fic (SFW)

I decided to change the whole 'Wish Fart' concept into something else. Instead of creating a "Wish Fart" when a Wish isn't made right away, the fairy instead just feels like a buzzing, tingling sensation.

Also this happens after the finale, so spoilers ahead (I just obviously changed some things)

Lee!Peri, and technically Ler!Dev

brief mention of nightmares, but it's nothing too bad imo

It's pretty short, I didn't know how to stretch it out longer

Summary: Dev is trying to wish for something but can't quite get it right, resulting in him finding out Peri is ticklish. And being the little shit he is, he takes this and runs with it.

It had been a long morning for sure. A long night as well, since Dev couldn't stay sleep, but Peri wanted to keep him company so he didn't sleep much either, mostly just taking naps at the foot of his bed in the form of a cat.

Occasionally the boy would startle awake from yet another nightmare, then grow frustrated at the fact that he couldn't seem to stay asleep. Even more frustrated that his nightmares didn't make sense, and weren't even that scary to him while awake.

Eventually it got to a point where Peri just stood from his cat-nap and walked closer to his godchild and curled up next to him. This finally seemed to calm the kid down enough to actually stay asleep this time, and in turn, Peri got to sleep the rest of the night as well.

Though now, they both were awake for the day, and both of them still tired. It was a Saturday luckily, so Dev didn't have school, but Hazel had invited him to go see a movie with her later that day, so he was trying to wish together an outfit.

The only problem was that he knew what vibe he wanted, but anytime he wished for it, the outfit wasn't entirely what he wanted.

"This is cool, but it's not.. awesome. Can we try again?" He asked, glancing up at his godparent.

Peri sighed. This was like the tenth outfit change in a row. "How about instead of wishing for a 'general vibe' as you call it, you just tell me what you want? Like a specific color, style, heck, I'll even take types of fabric at this point." He got his wand ready, already glowing, waiting for the wish.

Dev groaned. "It would be easier to think if I wasn't so tired still... Okay, um.. I wish for- uh.. Wait no, hold on." He slid his sunglasses to the top of his head to think, eyeing his outfit yet again in the mirror.

The godfather's wand went out and he shivered a little. He hated when Dev changed his mind last second. If a wish got started but was left unfinished, the magic would still course though the fairy for a moment. And magic was hyper. It buzzed beneath the skin and tingled, and depending on the fairy, it tickled.

"Okay okay," the boy said, seemingly excited now, "I wish for a totally- wait no that's just another vibe. Ugh why is this so hard?"

Again, Peri's wand had lit up and fizzled out, leaving him to crack an involuntary smile at the buzzing it left behind. "J-Just make the wish." He pleaded.

Dev turned to look up at him and noticed the slight discomfort he seemed to be displaying. A jolt of fear stabbed through him. "What's- This isn't that 'Magical Backup' thing again is it!?"

Almost immediately, Peri put up a hand to stop him. "No no, it's not that, I'm okay." he reassured, feeling bad for the kid. Not only had he had it rough from his own father, but he had almost witnessed his godparent.... yeah. He definitely understood why that would have freaked him out since he didn't know what it actually was.

"It's not Magical Backup, kid, I promise. It's this other thing-" He sighed. He didn't know how to explain this to a human that couldn't experience it himself. "So when wishes get started, but are left unfinished, fairies feel this sort of... well it's like.. tickling, from the left over magic that didn't get to grant anything.. If that makes sense? It's harmless, Dev, I promise."

He looked back at his godchild to see if he understood, but instead he just saw that look on Dev's face. The look of a little menace about to be a little menace.

"Devin, don't you dare-" He started, but it was useless. He knew his boy too well.

"I wish for a....." Dev started, but let it trail off, grinning as he watched his fairy twitch and cover his mouth, stifling chuckles, glaring down at him. "Hmm.. Actually nevermind, I wish.... Nope, hold on. Okay, I got it, I wish-"

Peri was curled up mid-air, his arms folded over his tummy that couldn't seem to stop tingling. Unused magic just continued to zip and buzz and bounce around inside him the more his demon of a child kept messing with it. "Dehehev! Cuhut it ohout!"

"Cut what out, I'm not doing anything to you." He grinned. When he saw Peri start to fly toward him, he crossed his arms, cocky as ever. "I wish.." he watched the fairy dropped to the ground, reduced to laughter once more. "Hmmm, nevermind, I lost it again. Whoops."

"Dehev I swehear to the stahars you ahare nohot gehetting anymore wi- hehehe! Wihishes after thihis!" Peri giggled out. The tickling wasn't unbearable, but man it made it hard to focus.

"Wouldn't that hurt you more than me?" Dev asked, just watching him flail about on the floor, watching his wings flap a million miles a minute, which he found amusing as all heck.

"S-Shuhut up.. brat.." Peri huffed, the magic finally starting to calm down and go away. He let out another big huff and just plopped down on the floor for a moment before he picked up his head to glare at his godson, who just laughed a little at him. "My bad." Dev said, clearly not feeling very bad at all.

The fairy just let his head drop back down. "I'm starting to think 'Dev' is short for 'Devil.'" He muttered, his voice muffled by the floor. Though as that got a genuine laugh from the boy, he smiled a little himself and got up. With a jump, he got himself back in the air, floating.

"Alright Dev," he started, dusting himself off, "Playtime's over, let's get back to work on which outfit you want to wear for the movies tonight with Hazel."

Dev's face blanked for a moment as he looked back in the mirror. "You know what, let's stick with my normal outfit. It's just the movies with a friend, nothing special."

Peri groaned and poofed him back into his usual white jacket. This kid would be the death of him.

[renren-006]

Deans Playlist | Dean Winchester x fem reader

plot: exactly as it says. songs dean likes and the times you heard them with him.

a/n: sooooo i wanted to write something for dean and it hit me with the idea when Night Moves played on the radio the other day so here it is lovelies!

taglist: @rosecentury

Night Moves - Bob Seger

The first time you heard this song was on one of your first road trips with Dean. The two of you had just started hunting together. you both met when you were younger, our fathers being hunter friends, those in the business know everyone. After Sam left and Dean's father John was around less and less he figured he could use a hand, although he never admits he wanted company and truly hated the silence of working alone. He knew you were hunting and there was something in your area, that's how the whole working together started. 

Now you sat in the Impala months later, window rolled down as the night air swooped into the car. Segers's voice flowed out of the radio, and Dean turned up the music. You looked back over towards him smiling slightly. 

“What's this song?” you asked him, he gave a look of shock before his face morphed into that grand smile. 

“Night Moves,” he told you, smile still present. “Dad used to play it at night for Sammy”

“You miss them?” you asked. His smile falters a little bit. Asking Dean sensitive questions sometimes made the rest of whatever car ride you were on longer than it was. This time Dean just sat there driving for a bit, letting the song play out.

“I do,” he told you at last, as the last lines of the song played out from the car's radio. You nodded your head before turning back to watch the countryside fly by. The song finished playing and the radio was turned back down so all that was heard was the rumbling of the car and a slight noise from the radio. 

 

Spirit in the Sky - Norman Greensbaum

You knew this song, remember your dad enjoyed listening to it. While the song had a religious undertone, you liked the vibe of the song. Your father had never been a huge religious man but he always thought even though he was a hunter he would end up in “god's great palace”, as he would say.

“You think there is a heaven?” you asked Dean who was sitting across from you. He looked up from the research he was doing. 

“What brought on this question?” he asked you back.

“The song. Dad liked it, figured you must like it too” you told him. He nodded his head smiling a bit. 

“Greenbaum a good artist” he responded, “i never thought about heaven”

“Never?” you were a bit shocked. 

“I know what's on this earth, after that i'm not too concerned with heaven or hell”

“Ah, that makes sense,” you responded. You sat back in the booth letting your head fall back and listening to the song end. Dean continued rustling through the local newspaper, glancing at you ever so often. He loved watching you think, didn't matter what it was he liked watching. He knew this topic must have been something you thought about often.

“You think there's a heaven?”

“Hm, not sure. I mean Dad thought so but after all I've seen I'm not sure” you told him still resting your head back. Once the song was over you lifted your head back up to see Dean watching you. “If there is one, I'll find you don't worry”

“I wasn't worried,” Dean said fast. He looked back at the pages in front of him. A part of Dean knew that if he was gone and there was only science he would lose his mind. Another part of him hoped you would be there with him so he wouldn't have to be alone again. 

“Sure you weren't Dean”

Heat of the Moment - Asia

This was one of Dean's favorites, and you knew that because he would never ever keep the radio silent when it played. It was one of those awful sunny mornings and you were still miraculously asleep in the backseat when Dean started blasting this song. You didn't remember if you woke up with a start because of the song or the nightmare you were having, either way, you woke up to an absolutely stunning smile from Dean. 

“Morning baby” he said to you before turning back to the road drumming his hands on the wheel as he did. 

“I hate when you do this” Your voice was groggy when you spoke. Dean only laughed from the driver's seat. “Tell me you at least have coffee” As requested, Dean's hand went to the center console where there was a cup of coffee waiting for you. Gas station coffee was always horrible but it did the job, Dean knew you well enough to remember to grab you a cup on his fast trip inside before he rolled out early this morning. 

Simple Man - Lynyrd Skynyrd

The radio was playing while you sat in the car, dean fixing something about the car elsewhere. It was another lazy day at Bobbies, taking things easy after a recent hunt Dean and yourself did. You had a book out while he did his thing. Dean rolled out from under the car looking your way, he smiled at the sight of you reading. 

“What book is it this time?” Dean asked. 

“It's one of Bobbies wifes old books” you told him, “it's a romance”

“I should have guessed,” he said laughing slightly. He came over putting his arms on the hood and leaning toward you inside the car. You scooted forward. 

“How's the car looking?” you asked. 

“Babys all good to go,” he told you. He led down further kissing you. “How's my girl doing?”

“She's good, sad that the car gets more attention sometimes,” you told him. He laughed, pulling his arms into the car and on either side of you. You smiled at him, putting your book down.

“I see. Well darling, how shall I show you attention today?” den asked, a mischievous smile dancing on his lips.

“I can think of a few things”

Carry On my Wayward Son - Kansas

You smiled when the song turned on. You glanced back at the younger Winchester brother riding in the back. Sam gave you a smile. Your attention retired to Dean's face, the man driving the car. After this last hunt, you thought that would be it for you. Dean had been gripping the wheel since you got in and drove away. You rested your hand on his arm, and you could see the muscles in his arm relax.

“Don't you cry no more” you said to him, letting the lyrics sink in for him. Dean smiled at you.

“Always sappy,” he told you. 

“Always. I'm not sappy though, you just don't do emotions very well” You responded, hitting him with a little snarky response. Your hand had left his arm at this point, the tension was back. 

“Nah I do emotions just fine” Dean defended, Sam snickers from the back seat. 

“Want to talk about how you thought I was dead then?” You asked him. You were a bit forward with the question, knowing that not two hours ago you almost got killed by a werewolf. You were still in a haze about the whole experience but you knew Dean handled it worse than you. 

“Never,” He said, the steering creaking from his grip. Again you put your hand on his soldier, helping lighten the grip. 

“Case and point” you whispered to him. There was no reaction from him, he was still upset you brought up your near-death experience. Sam cleared his thoughts uncomfortably. “Sorry Sammy”

“Don't be. You only said the truth Y/N” Sam responded nodding at you with silent understanding. Sam knew his brother as well as you did. Dean still looked as if he wanted to fight the world. This will be talked about again tomorrow. You heard the last of the song die out before the car ride got quiet again. 

+ One song you like

Lost Angel - Heart

Dean plugged the tape into the cassette spot in his car. The sound of Heart played beautifully out of the Impala. You looked over at him, smiling. 

“I love this song” you told him happily. The last few days had been hard, not only for the fact that the two of you had finally done something about the budding tension between the two of you, but also the hunt was rough. The two of you not only had just started the relationship you both knew was inevitable, but had been so worried about the other dying right after that you became narrow minded. Dean almost got himself killed because he was hyper focused on your safety. There were conversations had after that hunt about everything. 

“I know you do darling, the only reason I played it” He said to you. Smiling that cheeky smile around you. This man was going to be the end for you. 

“That's sweet Dean,” you told him sliding over in the car and kissing him on the cheek. The song continued to play, and you hummed along and silently sang the words. Dean was enjoying every minute of your happy fueled mood that the past day's event left his mind.

[stedefxckingbonnet]

If you're doing izzy x reader requests I'd love to see something along the lines of reader killing someone for the first time either to keep Izzy safe or because someone threatened to kill him. With izzy just being shocked/honored that someone would do that for him and it makes him a little bit starry-eyed. Obviously if you're not vibing with this feel free to just use parts or ignore it all together 🖤 thanks for keeping the izzy x reader fics alive

Firstly, thank you so much for that last sentence—words like those motivate me so much more, and bring me so much joy! Thank you to all of you who have welcomed me with open arms, as I sorta feel like I arrived here out of nowhere!! I hope this one does your request justice; how could I ignore it, it's absolutely amazing! Enjoy the rest of your day or night, lovely stranger, and I hope you enjoy this as well! it brought me joy to write and I hope it brings you even more joy to read ♡

P.S. More longer fics coming soon, I promise! I'm still just dipping my toes back in to writing these, and I hope the lengths have been okay thus far! I may even revisit some of these first ones I'm writing down the line and elaborate upon them, if that's something you'd all be interested in.

Eternity | Izzy Hands x Reader

Warnings: death (not of a major character or reader!), mentions of blood, mentions of choking, brief violence beginning and escalating quickly, some language, kissing

Word count: 2755

There was one thing you absolutely dreaded that just seemed to come with the price of being a pirate, almost like a rite of passage—murder. You were lucky enough to have crew mates beside you with the exact opposite opinion to do your biddings for you because, let's face it, even if you didn't want the blood directly upon your hands, there were still people you thought deserved to die, for the safety of yourself and the crew. But the thought of seeing the life escape a person at your own discretion was a thought that absolutely haunted you. Even while sailing with Blackbeard on the Queen Anne you had managed to avoid such a situation. Still, you had always promised yourself that if it were absolutely necessary, you wouldn't hold it against yourself too much. You sighed at that thought, your face slumping into the palm of your hand as you finished your breakfast. Certain mornings, you preferred to rise earlier in order to avoid eating with the crew as much as you absolutely loved them, and Roach understood this, thankfully. Every night before you retreated to your quarters after Stede wove his bedtime tales, he would always discreetly pull you aside and ask whether you would be joining them in the morning and he was always prepared for either response, setting your meal at your usual spot at the table. This had been going on for quite awhile, and you always worried the crew would find out and then take it personally. But, no one ever had.

Though, you were confused as to why there was a second meal beside yours. You tried to eat as quickly as you possibly could in order to avoid whoever it was that might be joining you but of course, you were a smidge too late. Luckily for you, it was none other than Izzy Hands—for others, this would be an unlucky thing, but not for you. Never for you. You almost allowed yourself to smile at his appearance.

"What are you doing awake at this hour?"

"I could ask you the same thing," you shrugged as he sat beside you.

"Just haven't been liking starting my day with twats," he shrugged back, which earned a laugh from you.

"Am I included in that lot?" You couldn't help but tease him. He always acted annoyed when you did, but you saw right through his act.

"Fuck off," Izzy laughed quietly.

"Aww, I don't get the special treatment?"

"Why should you?" Anyone else would have thought Izzy was pissed off, but you knew better than that. He knew he was teasing you back, or at least, you hoped so. But you knew for a fact he wasn't really annoyed with you.

"Well, we go way back—don't we, Israel?"

Izzy chuckled. It seemed half-hearted, but you knew it was actually genuine, which warmed your heart that you could bring such sweet melodies out of him. "I suppose we do, yes."

"And I do all my chores before you even ask me to, and I get them done fast and still do a good job," you added, only sort of faux smugly.

"You want a sticker for that?" Izzy retorted.

"Wouldn't mind it," you laughed, sighing of relief as you did so. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a smile almost spread across Izzy's usually stone-cold visage, like one of a marble statue. You couldn't help but smile yourself. "Sorry if I kind of rained on your desirably lonesome parade this morning."

"You didn't," Izzy replied nonchalantly, but you knew this was his way of saying he enjoyed your company. You knew him long enough to know that. "I'm glad it's you and not Stede fucking Bonnet."

You chuckled, your eyes rolling in addition. "Yeah. Could've been a lot worse. But, a word of advice—if you don't want to be stampeded by a starving group of "twats", we'd better get going in the next minute or so."

Izzy's eyes widened and he quickly downed the rest of his meal before disposing properly of whatever leftovers you both had. You protested for a moment, claiming you could toss your own remains away, but he insisted, only on behalf that it would make escaping a lot quicker. Once again you saw right through this. You had always found Izzy's funny ways of showing you that he cared about you endearing. You wouldn't trade any of it for the world, as ecstatic as you would be to really hear or see him express appreciation for you. You giggled as the two of you rushed out onto the deck—the sun had just risen, painting the sky a sort of orange and pink hue and birds could be heard singing from a distance, if you listened hard enough. It was breathtaking. it made waking up this early in the morning worthwhile. You looked over at Izzy, who seemed to be somewhat taken by such a sight, until his lips curled into an intentional frown.

"Izzy?" you asked, trying to snap him out of his thoughts. "What is it?"

"Oh," Izzy laughed breathlessly. "Nothing. Don't worry about it."

You didn't buy that for a second, but you also knew it wasn't worth your time or energy to press him. You knew how stubborn Izzy could be, and how because of this, he never wanted anyone else's help in any capacity. But he was more pensive than usual; something seemed to be plaguing him, and it plagued you knowing you would most likely never know what it could have been. Without another word, Izzy was out of your sight before you even noticed he left your side. You sighed, almost slumping against the railing. Cheering could be heard from the dining room, but you knew you would catch wind of whatever the excitement was in just moments. Before you could wonder any further, Olu and Black Pete rushed onto the deck to announce the day would be spent on land. You smiled to yourself, thinking perhaps you could get Izzy to join you on an endeavor or two. You rushed over to him with a hopeful glint in your eyes.

"Did you hear? We get a day off!"

"Oh, joy," Izzy mumbled sarcastically. "I should stay behind, watch the ship. Someone has to do it."

"But you did that last time," you pouted. "Come on, Iz. It could be—

"—What? Fun? I doubt it."

You sighed for what felt like a millionth time. You were almost out of breath, but you weren't going to give up this easily. If only you could show Izzy that the world held more wonders to behold, despite all that he had claimed to already have seen in all his years. Or maybe, just maybe, if he saw how much it would mean to you.

"Today is too beautiful a day to waste," you claimed, hoping so much that he would take the hint.

Izzy paused to ponder it. He craned his neck over to meet your eyes. "I suppose I could spare an hour or two."

You almost jumped for joy right there and then, but you only nodded in his line of sight, then allowing for a grin to dominate your expression as you walked away, ready to get off of the ship. Izzy followed behind, and the crew knew better than to follow just yet. Once the two of you stepped onto the dock, then everyone followed suit.

"Don't tell me we're going into some trashy tavern," Izzy grumbled quietly. This sort of surprised you—all these years, did Izzy fake enjoying all of the drinks he would get for himself, talking with others for hours at these establishments? You didn't necessarily adore it either, but Izzy never complained about it.

"I was thinking the pawnshop first, if that's alright with you?" you proposed. "I have a few things I want to get off my hands but don't want in the hands of just anyone."

"Better than what everyone else has going on," he shrugged. You led the way, seeming to know this place like the back of your hand even though to Izzy's knowledge, you had never been here before. But, what did he know of your life before the Queen Anne? He wished he knew more, but he didn't even know where to begin. Flat out asking you didn't seem like it was on the table, as happy as you would be to reveal anything he asked of you, and even happier to hear of his own life that existed prior. Without another thought of this, you led Izzy down a few winding paths until finally, you reached your first stop, not knowing it would actually be the last for the day. You rushed up to the door to hold it open for Izzy, a grin making its way onto your face once again, unknowingly.

"What do ya know, chivalry isn't dead," Izzy muttered but you saw the corners of his mouth rise. With this, you followed behind him, making sure to gently shut the door behind you. You reached into your pocket, revealing a small red velvet sachet. You waltzed right over to the oak countertop, revealing a few shining silver and gold rings and chains, the same smile still existing upon you.

"I can offer you quite a bit for these," the shopkeeper started. "But something your friend over there has interests me far more."

He pointed at Izzy's neck, which only made him self consciously clutch his cravat.

"I'm only offering you what's in front of you," you told the shopkeeper.

"And he isn't right in front of me?" he retaliated.

"You're saying you don't want any of this?"

"No," he sounded as if he were about to snap. "I want all this, and your friend's necktie."

"Well, you aren't getting it, I'm sorry," you spoke sincerely. "But I am happy to offer you any and all of this."

Before you knew it, the shop owner barged out from behind the countertop and planted himself right in front of Izzy's face. He began to undo Izzy's cravat himself while Izzy tried to swat him away, but you weren't going to allow this to happen. You made your way over and tried to pry him off of Izzy, to which you were slapped for trying to do so. You clutched your cheek, almost shouting in pain. Izzy and the owner's struggle was beginning to grow more violent and much more personal than it should have been, and you had never felt more helpless in your entire life. The shop owner had Izzy on the ground and began to choke him, and before you could think it through, you were on the floor, viciously grabbing this stranger by the collar, turning him to face you. You already had your dagger in your other hand and stabbed him right in the heart, wincing as you did so, as the blood spilled out onto his white shirt, and bits of it splattered across your own face. As soon as you were sure he was a goner, you released his body onto the ground. Your dagger slipped out of your hands as you rushed over to your Izzy to help him up. He wasn't ready to stand, you quickly realized, so you sat beside him and rubbed his back as he coughed and tried to regain oxygen.

"You're okay," you cooed, attempting to soothe the man before you. He couldn't muster a word, but he immediately locked eyes with you and his breath seemed to return to him. "You're okay," you repeated for the sake of no one but yourself this time, tears welling in your eyes and streaming down your cheeks.

Izzy looked at you with such a disbelief written all over his face. You, who used to shrivel into yourself at the mere mention of blood. You, who declared to never take someone's life unless absolutely necessary—oh yes, he recalled such a proclamation, loud and clear in the early days of the Queen Anne, and he remembered thinking it absolutely ridiculous. He remembered thinking you wouldn't survive a day bearing that mindset. Yet, you still persisted, and sailed the seas beside him for what felt like an eternity. Normally, Izzy would describe an eternity in such a way that it felt dreary and undesirable, but with you, an eternity was nowhere near enough. If he could, he would spend multiple eternities with you and it still wouldn't be enough. He looked at you as if you were the only other person in the world. Sometimes, he wished you were. Sometimes, he wished it could just be the two of you. Death had never been this close to meeting him, but now that it had, his mortality felt far too real, and his feelings towards you felt far too hidden. Even before this moment, every time the two of you were in close proximity to one another, his heart felt heavy with all of the tenderness he held onto for you, barely being able to contain it and his heart being warm almost felt concerning to him if it hadn't been such a pleasant experience. And it was a bit concerning to him that it felt nice. Especially in this moment, he knew he couldn't conceal himself much longer, not after you had been so willing to sacrifice someone else's life for his. He was honored that you went against your own word for him, of all people.

"Izzy, are you alri—"

Before you could finish your question, and perhaps say anything else in addition, Izzy's lips were on yours. He tried to wipe the blood off of you with his gloved hand the best he could as you kissed him back with such fervor, such longing. You had wanted this for what felt like an eternity. This was what you thought of every time Izzy walked into a room, and even anytime he wasn't close by. There were some moments you couldn't even be around him in fear that you would embarrass yourself and accidentally pour out your heart to him. You never thought this would be happening, you never thought Izzy would even fathom half of what you possibly felt for him, nor even feel any of the same ways. But with all the discreetly exchanged glances, the "accidental" brushes against one another, the excessive lingering while you did your tasks some days, the following your lead whenever you had those scarce days on land, even finding out from Roach the night before that you would be eating your breakfast alone the following morning, there was simply no way Izzy didn't return your sentiments, even if he wasn't quick to show it. Eventually, Izzy had to disconnect his lips from yours, almost gasping for air again. A giggle escaped your lips as he gently tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, and he showed a smile that you had never before seen. You could have sworn your heart somehow gained a mind of its own and began doing backflips—how did it learn to do such a trick?

"I can't believe you did that for me," Izzy beamed, reminiscent of some sort of beacon or lighthouse.

You smiled sheepishly. "Are you mad?"

"The opposite, actually. I know your feelings about killing, and yet—"

"—It was worth it," you assured him, tracing patterns along the small of his back. "You are worth it."

Without another word as you both stood up, your fingers intertwined with his, the ungloved hand, and you slowly made your way back to the ship together, knowing no one else would be there to entice you into any antics. For a moment, it could and it would feel like you and your Izzy were the only two people in the world. You knew this moment wouldn't last forever, but it would already be one to cherish for the rest of eternity, and you hoped that now, you and Izzy could spend the rest of whatever that looked like together, thought it felt like you already have been. Only now, you could look over at him like he was your world, because he is, and not worry about what he would think. Now, he could hold you close to him and whisper everything he's dreamed of ever sharing with you since knowing you. Now, the two of you could truly share your love for one another beyond the end of time.

[lemonandlime22]

I just found your bites child Yuu, and IM IN LOVE! How do you think Neige and Chenya would take to them? I feel Yuu would either adore Neige or hate him

Naige and Chenya with a scrawny and bitey Child!Yuu

Warning(s): cussing

A/N: I didn't mean to but neige's is way longer then chenya's lol. Ty for requesting I hope you like it!

[Bitey child!Yuu Masterlist]

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Neige LeBlanche

You met Neige on the main road, in book 5, like in canon,

Trey and Riddle were free so they decided to show you around the festival a little bit

by now they've basically excepted their roles as your parents

than you see the dwarfs get picked on and yatta yatta it goes about the same.

Neige wasn't very surprised to see a child here, he thought you might have been a student's little sibling at first

he was very friendly to you, after thanking Riddle and Trey, he kneeled down to your level,

behind Riddle's legs,

and thanked you as well for helping out his friends.

and you hummed back in acknowledge, burying your face into Riddle's leg more

"Huh? Yuu? What are you doing...?"

"Oh..? strange, their usually not this shy"

"heh, that's alright, is that your name? Yuu? It's nice to meet you, my name's Neige."

Neige is one of the few people that you almost instantly like, he was very nice

when he went to see Vil and the rest of the NRC group before the SDC, he tried to make conversation with you as well

and you actually replied! you rarely ever did that, even with the people closest to you

everyone was quite shocked

and when he was about to leave, he patted your head to which you giggled and hugged him!!

The only time Vil wanted you to bite someone, and you fucking loved him

Ace and Grim were appalled

"What the hell Yuu?! that's our enemy! You aren't supposed to hug the enemy!!"

"Yeah! What the heck Yuu!?"

Rook was about to pass out from how "beautiful" the scene was

Kalim, Epel, and Deuce thought it was rly sweet

Jamil was just glad you didn't bite another stranger.

The reason you like Neige so much right off the bat, is the same reason as to why you liked Kalim right off the bat

they both have very good wholesome vibes that make you feel happy and safe around them.

Overall, he thinks your adorable and makes sure to visit you when he stops by NRC for any reason. People tried to warn him about your biting, but he believes that it's all just rumors.

Che'nya

Your first meeting with Chenya is actually rly funny

It the same as in canon but instead of being scared jump scared

you try to catch his head after being jump scared

he thought it was hilarious and cute how you tried you catch him. so he played along and kept disappearing and reappearing random parts of his body for you to confusingly try to catch.

Chenya nearly dies laughing when he finds out you call Riddle and Trey, mom and dad

100% encourages it

he's a lil bit like Crowley where he'll hold out his hand for you to cling onto and bite when you please

but only if your able to win your little game of chase.

He just thought you were some random ass kid that liked to bite ppl and never thought otherwise

you are pure entertainment to him when he sees you biting other people.

Riddle and/or Trey will often have Chenya entertain you when they have to prepare for unbirthday parties

after he finds out what you Riddle and Trey, he encourages you to call him uncle Chenya.

Overall, he thinks your hilarious and likes your company. He doesn't care much about how or why you started biting ppl.

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[idyllic-affections]

Your writing is so good! Thank you so much for writing platonic fics, they are so hard to find, especially in Genshin and Demon Slayer. As an Aro/Ace who is addicted to the found family trope, your blog is a haven. So if I may... can I request a Muichiro x Hashira Mentor!Reader to go along with your other fics in this series? I loved the three so far, and especially with the most recent episode, I have strong "PROTECT THE BABY" vibes for Mui. What would happen if instead of Kotetsu saving Mui, it was reader? And they were trying to protect him from Gyokko while Mui is stuck in the water, and maybe that is what gives him the strength/inspiration to break free.

no harm will come to you.

summary. ""N— no," he choked out before rapidly pulling the rest of the needles out of his body. Something in their gut twisted uncomfortably at the sight of their student so battered. "Why do you always have to be the one to save me?"" trigger & content warnings. near-death (not the reader), canon-typical blood and injury, brief mentions of throwing up. tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. angst to fluff-ish. muichiro tokito & hashira mentor!reader. 1.5k words. they/them pronouns for reader. author's thoughts. hello dear!! i always smile when someone says this to me. its so important to remember that not everyone enjoys romanctic content. aroace people exist and deserve to be catered to as much as any other people do. i love being a safe space for people who just... dont want romantic content. i dont reblog romantic content (unless its canon x canon ship content, but even thats rare), i dont interact with romantic content. i just bring a spotlight exclusively to platonic content. not everyone has to do that, and thats totally fine, but i do so and will continue to do so. anyways pls keep sending mui requests, i love him so much awajshskgj <3

       "Mui-kun!"

       'That voice...'

       "Hey! I'm here, okay?!" Their blood was ice in their veins, heart pounding as hard against their rib cage as their feet did against the ground. "I'm here now! Just ho— just hold out a little longer! I'll get you out of this shit!"

       "Yeah! We'll— we'll get you out of this shit!" Kotetsu echoed from his place situated on their back. Their arms were hooked around his legs to keep him in place, while his arms squeezed around their neck to balance himself a little better. They pinched his thigh scoldingly.

       "Don't repeat that! You're ten!"

       'Ah... it's [Surname]-sama... and Kotetsu-kun..?'

       Heavy pants left their lips as they skidded to a stop, falling to their knees in front of their poor, incapacitated Tsuguko. Kotetsu was quick to slide off of their back, settling beside them. "Shit... what the fuck?" they cursed under their breath, palm pounding against the cage of water, only to be met with ferocious rebound. Their pupils were blown wide with terror, the gloss of unshed tears making their eyes shimmer in the moonlight. Dragging their sword against the water's surface had no effect. The young boy mimicked their motions, simply with a knife instead. His efforts had no effect either. "The fuck is this? Why isn't it breaking? It's just water... why..?"

       'Come to think of it... I've never seen [Surname]-sama cry, have I? They look so stressed.'

       "Tokito-san, we won't let you die!" Kotetsu shouted. Beneath his mask, tears formed in the corners of his eyes. "Hang in there! What is this?!" He threw his whole body weight against the water, only to bounce back just as they had. "What the hell is this, [Surname]-san?! It's all rubbery and gross!"

       "I don't know! I know as much as you do, okay?! I may be a Hashira but that doesn't mean I automatically know everything!"

       The heat bubbling just beneath the surface of their skin was unbearable. In their panicked haze, they didn't notice the unfamiliar markings manifesting on their skin. As soon as they appeared, they were gone, fading from their flesh with no trace left behind. It was like they had never been there in the first place.

       It seemed that they had a hard time maintaining their enhanced state when panicked and unfocused.

       'You two have bigger priorities than me right now. Protect the chief, [Surname]-sama. Not me. That would be beyond Kotetsu-kun, but not you.'

       Muichiro's eyes widened. His palm pounded furiously on the water, hoping to get at least one of the two's attention. Thankfully, he knew his mentor well enough to know how attentive they were. They reacted immediately, head whipping around to face whatever it was that he saw approaching from behind them.

       It was only a small demon in comparison to the size of their body, hardly reaching up to their knee, but they knew better than to make assumptions about its power based solely on its size.

       It came from an Upper Moon.

       Surely, then, it was imbued with at least a fraction of said Upper Moon's strength.

       "Kotetsu-kun, get behind me!" they commanded, snatching up their blade from the ground. "Now!"

       A sharp gasp was torn from their throat when an equally sharp pain pierced their side. In their frantic state, it seemed that they were at a disadvantage, slowed down by their overwhelming worry. If Muichiro had screamed, the water had swallowed the sound up entirely; even so... the absolute horror on his face was surely enough to clue one in on his thought process. They winced, swinging their blade with enough force to behead the demon. It dissipated within an instant.

       "[Surname]-san!" Kotetsu shouted, stepping back in shock of the sheer amount of blood that spilled from their lips.

       "Fuck this whole mission," they muttered, bitter and tired, drawing in the deepest breath they could manage to in spite of the pain that struck their whole body like lightning when they did.

       They exhaled into the vase of water.

       'Even when you're bleeding out...'

       Muichiro inhaled the oxygen they provided him with.

       'You still come to my rescue. I should be embarrassed. Let me help you for once.'

       "Kotetsu-kun! Get down!" they shouted out, leaping forward to shield his much smaller body with their own. His little hands immediately went to their side to put pressure on the wound they sustained.

       Upon feeling their back drench with freezing water, they dove away from Kotetsu, catching their injured Tsuguko in their arms.

       "I've got you, I've got you..." they whispered over and over like a mantra of sorts, perhaps in an attempt to console themselves rather than the coughing Hashira in their embrace. No mind was paid to the spines poking their skin, nor the way Muichiro spat up a concerning amount of water over their shoulder. They did, however, take note of the way he made desperate attempts to apologize for practically throwing up on them. "It's okay, it's fine, just get all the water out of your lungs. It's not a big deal."

       All they truly paid attention to was the fact that he was breathing.

       Alive.

       However, he was weak. Terribly weak.

       "You've gone numb," they observed as he ripped a spine from his cheek, arms trembling. "I've got you. I've got the rest from here. You need to rest."

       "N— no," he choked out before rapidly pulling the rest of the needles out of his body. Something in their gut twisted uncomfortably at the sight of their student so battered. "Why do you always have to be the one to save me?"

       "I'm your mentor. It's my job. I teach you. I protect you. That's how this relationship works," they replied, standing up on shaky legs and taking their blade with them. They watched as more of the demons gathered around. "No harm will come to you for as long as I live."

       Aching.

       That's all they could feel on one side of their body. The pain was enough to make them double over. They squeezed their eyes shut, expression contorting into a pained grimace. One hand pressed deeply into their wound in a desperate attempt to make it stop. "Fuck..."

       They were already injured enough as it was from battles earlier on in the night.

       Muichiro could read his mentor like an open book.

       The book in question read nothing but agony. They were in no condition to keep fighting, and yet, neither was he.

       Even so...

       The rage he once felt three years ago boiled over again. It flooded the entirety of his veins, searing his skin and clouding his thoughts, stealing away the momentary clarity and reprieve from the haze in his mind. Muichiro clutched his sword with newfound rage.

       'Stay away from [Surname]-sama.'

       In an instant, the demons were all beheaded, dissipating into nothing but ash and dust.

       "Mui— Mui-kun, listen to me," they choked out in a gasp with sudden urgency, as if they had remembered something extremely important. "The swordsmiths. Haganezuka-sama and Kanamori-san. They're— we need to go back for them. Upper Moon Five is still..."

       "...You didn't get rid of him?"

       Their eyes softened impossibly. "I... I didn't. I am selfish sometimes, Mui-kun, and you... you were my priority. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I had left you. Please understand where I'm coming from."

       "I should be mad at you."

       "...Yes. You should be, and I wouldn't hold it against you if you were."

       A heavy silence settled for a moment. Not even Kotetsu dared disturb it.

       Then, with tender delicacy, the Mist Hashira wrapped his arms around their torso, laying his head on their chest. He was especially adamant on avoiding causing any further irritation to their injury. The firm beating of their heart was deeply comforting to him (he did, however, note the worrying wheeze that came every time they exhaled). "...I'm not, though."

       It was as if a weight was lifted off of their shoulders. They softly wrapped their arms around his shoulders. "I'm glad, then. Thank you."

       "No..." the boy trailed off, withdrawing from their embrace. Much to their surprise, he bowed in front of them. "Thank you, [Surname]-sama. I might not have made it out if not for you. I'm sorry for being so troublesome. I overestimated my skill, simply because I am a Hashira. I should have known better. You taught me better than that."

       An embarrassed laugh left their lips as they scratched the back of their neck. "Hey... you, um, you don't have to do that. You can stand up. It's okay. That's why we build bonds the way we do; we all mess up sometimes, so we need people we can reliably fall back on." As he rose, they hummed. "I can't quite put my finger on it, but... something about you has changed."

       He smiled. Such a gentle, sincere smile... it suited his face, but it was an expression they were not accustomed to seeing on him. He said nothing in response to them, however.

       'I'll tell you everything once we're out of here.'

       "...Shit! The swordsmiths! Mui-kun, come on! Grab Kotetsu-kun! Let's go!"

please consider reblogging, it helps me out quite a lot!

[yahoodarling]

Diluc X GN Guardian Angel Reader (Snipbit)

Diluc X guardian reader whos a little late on the whole ‘helping out’ part. Expect some good ol angst from both parties, enthusiastic reader and Diluc in denial. Reader gives off ‘dad thats been absent for your developing years and shows up in your 20s’ vibe. 

Word count: 3k (full fic around 10k)

Warnings: none in this extract but warnings will be added in the final fic

You are holy. You are divine. You are perfection incarnate. You have a duty. 

In your hands held the fate of a mortal, someone desperate and in need of your guidance and as an official of Celestia it is both an honor to guide them and an honor bestowed, to be favored and seen by the gods for their struggles and in turn given the gift that is yourself. Admittedly you filled the application for this position a little late but surely your mortal is just fine as they are, you were just… a little preoccupied is all. You smile as you think of the future journey ahead, a new start of healing and recovery for a poor soul. Your… your new mortal…

Mondstadt, you haven't been here for a while but the smell of fresh brew in the air and tugging of the wind in your hair will always welcome you. You set off to find your dear human, your existence tied to his the moment you fulfilled the proper application of acceptance. He's in the city, a short distance away. The night was crisp, winter is around the corner but with your light you shall guide this mortal through and reach the warmth he so desperately needs. You open the door to a tavern, a further welcome of cheer and joy from its patrons and there standing in such joyous potential is your dear! Crimson hair bundled high, gaze focused and frown evident, such ache surely lies within him. 

“Greetings Diluc of Mondstadt! Its a pleasure to finally meet you!” you speed walk up to the counter and lay on your finest smile, first impressions are important if you'll be spending the rest of his life together. 

He didn't seem pleased with your manner, perhaps you were too much? Either way he sighed, “Right, and what would you like this evening?”

“You~☆”

His frown further lowered and brow crinkled, lines all too familiar with this exchange. 

“Order a drink or get out, i am not accepting courting attempts” 

“Courtship? Oh no no no! Haha you're mine in a different way! I'm here to give you a surprise alright?” You stood up straight, opened your arms out wide to him, beamed a smile as welcoming as possible and with as much joy and enthusiasm as possible declared,

“Diluc of Mondstadt I am your official Guardian Angel! Tremble no longer! Fret no fear for I as one of Celestians chosen have come to bring you peace in your times of need!” 

…

He looked at you with blank tired eyes, not the ones of enlightened hope you were expecting

“Right well i think this joke has played its course. I'll ask you either leave or buy something.”

Huh? That's not what you were expecting. Shouldn't he be enamored? Shouldn't he be fulfilled with hope and respond in such a manner befitting of a life changing event? What's different here? What have you done wrong? You've done what you usually do, introduce yourself, have a good first impression, positive attitude, state your position as an official of Celestia, your previous mortals were overjoyed when you first met but this one is different, he doesn't look happy or relieved he just looks… tired. 

Perhaps it's because the situation isn't right. In the past when you met your previous mortals it was in an immediate sense of danger whilst here he's just at his job but would something like that really affect his response? He still needs you after all, why isn't he overjoyed? 

“Haha, there is no humor here other than the joyful future we are to embark on! Umm- haha, ah, you aren't in awe or anything right? This is the start to a new life for you! No more suffering or pain, you have I, your benevolent guardian, to guide and support you! Haha- um, you don't look all that greatful haha, i'm not usually this uncomposed it's just you don't seem very grateful and, yeah…” he's really throwing you off here, its like you don't even exist with the way he looks at you. 

“Diluc! We need another round of 8 ales for the second floor!”

“Coming up Charles.”

He turned away and got on preparing the drinks. How awkward. You stand unmoving, simply blinking along and watching your mortal- Diluc, right, Master Diluc of Mondstadt, get glasses and fill them. Eventually your legs felt a little odd having to stand, you sit down on an available stool and continue to watch the men prepare drinks. 

Is this really the reception you get for being a little late? Nothing serious could have happened in the time so why is everything so different now compared to how it's meant to be. 

Your mortal finished his task and returned to his position, when his gaze laid on you he had to sigh but still approached.

“Will you order something now?”

“Oh no, i need not drink.” 

“Right then what are you doing here other than to play this prank of yours?”

“Prank? Oh I'm serious about my position, Diluc of Mondstadt i am serviced to guide you.”

“I don't need any ‘guiding’ but if you are indeed of any i can help guide you out the door if we are done here.”

You can't help but laugh, he's being rather silly, of course you don't need help walking out the door but maybe he's confused or doesn't believe that someone could be blessed an angelic guardian. 

“Diluc of Mondstadt-”

“‘Master Diluc’ is just fine, thank you.”

Oh? Weird, you could have sworn you read that he introduced himself as ‘Diluc of Mondstadt’, it's his title right? 

“Right! So Master Diluc, going forward i will be joining you in you daily-”

“No you will not.” oh how blunt! You cringe a little inside, being treated like this is so odd, your previous mortals were never like this. 

“ahaha- um yes i will, its my job. Worry not! I do not have to be physically present like i currently am, i just figured our first introduction would be best if i took a mortal form, you lot find great comfort in those you can identify yourself with and i will respect that! See!” you lift your arms out and display your form as if he hadn't taken a good look of it, you were rather proud of your visage, you always received praise from your fellow guardians when it comes to your human designs. “See, I put quite a bit of effort into this one! Haha but again, I can take on a spiritual form in the times you need to be ‘alone’. Not alone alone, you'll never be alone! But rather when you need other humans to perceive you are alone. I can do my duties both in and out of form! There is more to guidance than just protection after all! I am here as your new voice to lead you down your-”

“Okay that's enough.”

Please! Dear mortal, stop interrupting me! This is important! you shut your eyes and release an unseen tear, this hurts. 

Diluc of Mondstadts’ frustration seemed to grow, his appearance did not change, his eyes still narrow and frown rested easily on his cheeks like before but you could easily sense his annoyance. How. HURTFUL! 

“I'm done with your ‘guardian of celestia’ nonsense. Please leave my tavern before I have to escort you out, and I will so do not take this statement lightly.” 

“Oh you couldn't even if you tried haha, different phases of mass and all that. I know it may seem ‘annoying’ to you for whatever reason but I am here with you for the rest of your life. It may be different from what you are used to but i can swear on my pledge that i will do all i can to accoustum into your life in a way befitting of your personal needs all whilst helping you out your sadness!”

He sighed, pressed his fingers to his brow and took a moment to recompose. Once he was done his frown wasn't so harsh but he still looked tired. 

“Right well, I cannot deny you are a Celestial being. I've had all manner of entities in my tavern but none have gone so far as to claim they are supposedly my ‘guardian’. I do not know why you claim this, if you take a look into my life you will see I am well settled and content with my present so I am not indeed of your services. I thank you for your offer but please, take it to someone who may actually need it.”

“ha… haha silly, it's not an offer system, that's not how things work, haha. I am tied to you now. I can't just leave and you do need me! Your submission wouldn't be in the files if you didn't. Celestia knows when a mortal is deserving of their attention and you are! I'd say you are especially special considering you have a vision as well. Well done! Good job! You are already on the path of healing! Now with my help you'll reach a lovely new future.”

“Well I'm rather happy with what I currently have. Enough of this talk, you will confuse my customers.”

“oh? Oh you are worried about confidentiality? Not a worry! Our discussion is filtered, they cannot hear information they are not allowed to. They are likely hearing us chat on about the weather haha.”

“What?” his frown turned into confusion, how cute. 

“oh yes! Being your guardian means dealing with personal stuff for you, it wouldn't be right if someone could just listen in to our conversation. There is also the fact that I hold knowledge that should not be heard by mortal ears and luckily the filter works to block it all! No secret spilt or your personal feelings uncovered.”

He looked concerned for a moment before huffing out and directing his attention elsewhere. 

“Of course the gods work in ‘mysterious ways’”

“oh, I'm not a god, I'm an angel.”

“I'm not talking about you.”

“ah…”

He simply ignored you after that, tavern goers came and went and when he wasn't attending to them or greeting familiar faces he busied himself checking lists, stock and otherwise keeping things in order. You found your spot on the bar bench and hadn't moved since, only watched, you tried to start up another conversation but he had shut you down rather quickly so you were once again left in silence to sit. It had been a while since you surrounded yourself with mortals and the distinction was clear, they easily made merry and got on with life none the wiser of the world yet still all too eager to enjoy their lives, it was refreshing. Their simple lives were so cute, it was moments like this that made you fall in love with your job all over again, only pity is your current mortal doesn't seem as pleased. Humans are both simple and complex and your dear mortal was complexing to the core. You felt the hurt in him and yet he did not want help, you stated you were of Celestia and he refused you, why? Perhaps you'll need to try out some different methods to get close. 

The early night turned late and Diluc finished his tasks leaving the few stragglers for Charles to close up after. He took his coat and disappeared out the back door. It took a moment for you to register he had left, so engrossed in your own thoughts and your surroundings you had actually stopped monitoring your mortal, not that you'd admit to doing that of course. Quickly you got out of your seat and ran after him, a few moments later you were at his side as he trudged on Mondstadts roads. 

“soooo~ Mondstadt huh? Pretty place.”

He said nothing

“Last time I was here was ages ago, the winds really have flattened out the hills, it's nice!”

...

“I'm still not so happy about the smell in the air, you'd think that would have cleared out by now.”

“What?” he finally looked at you and it was in total confusion. “What are you going on about?”

“oh haha! I was just thinking aloud, I actually can't say. Hmmm… how could i word this… you've killed people right?”

All you saw was his back as he sped walked forward, eyes ever on his depressed past and not on you, his future. 

“Diluc of Mondstadt halt! I did not mean to be offensive, I just wanted to link a connection you would recognise. That smell of death lingers in- it-” haha filters… you need to recompose yourself. “Haha nevermind! Topics of the past are not fun. How about we talk about you? You work at a bar? Oh no i believe i read you owned a winery, very impressive. But it being your fathers is no achievement of your own, we shall create your very own success in our journeys to come!”

“What?” his speed walking stopped, he held his stance firm, much like the form you need to take in the scene of battle, no sign of weakness displayed even in a simple action such as standing. Too bad for him you knew he was just playing, there is no way he could actually hold himself so well when he's so in need. And yet it didn't feel that way and he looked genuinely angry for some reason, you've only been encouraging.

“What right do you have to claim The Dawn Winery is not an achievement of my own?”

“Well simply you're not the one who developed it but that's okay! We have other chances, we can-”

“Not ‘we’, ‘I’ and it has always been ‘I’. I am the one that has gotten myself up to this point and have no need for a ‘we’. I do not need your confirmation nor your support which consists of empty notions and insensitive remarks. Leave before I force you to.” He took out his blade. He actually took out his blade on you, proof he'd follow through with his words. 

What have you done wrong? Why is he so confusing? The others weren't this confusing. They were just sad and depressed and you comforted them but this one is just angry, your comfort feeding the flames but he wouldn't have had an application made for him if he wasn't in despair. Just what is this mortal's problem? 

“Diluc of-”

“Do not even speak my name if you cannot say it correctly. I understand you may be an inhuman being but that does not exempt you from working by human standards when speaking with one. And typically human standards will not have one creating a false narrative of some guardian angel you are trying to play. Again, leave me be. That is your final warning.”

“But- but I am! It is not a false image, I am an official of Celestia, i am here to help.”

He lowered his blade but still his eyes remained sharp. His claymore could never harm you anyway yet the sting of his look was felt. 

“Then tell me, if you truly are sent from Celestia why is it that you come now once my life is content? Why now when your ramblings prove nothing but eer and not in the time when I truly could have needed Celestia's help?”

It hasn't been that long though…

“I cannot answer that. See-”

“If you cannot answer, it means I cannot accept. To say Celestia sent help yet failed means to lose all respect for the gods. It is easier for me to say the gods work in unknown ways, that I faced my hardships without their guidance for a reason then to be told they failed, that I could have had an easier past if not for the incompetence of others whom are meant to be superior to us mortals. It is for that reason that I hold some semblance of respect for them that I cannot accept you as an agent of theirs.”

How? But that's not- what? His words held no meaning, no meaning you could understand anyway, they were only a collection of words that could not fit together. You could not understand them, you could not comprehend them. Is this how mortals feel trying to comprehend the higher plane? But his words are not a superior entity to you, you are superior, you should understand! But his words… What could he mean? Of course he respects Celestia but how does that differ to accepting you are one of theirs? It's not like Celestia could do anything wrong to garner disrespect. Right? No, it's unquestionable. Its- its-

You feel the strange tingle, you should move on from this subject. Right! Yes, move onto a new subject and respect the mortal, feed into their understanding if it means they can progress.

“haha i see i see. Well you do not have to see me as an official of celestia then! You can see me as a helpful spirit that has decided to join you in your adventure!”

“i refuse”

DAMN HUMAN LISTEN

“ahaha ha… um how about as-”

“The only thing I see you as is a malignant being whom pesters me for their own satisfaction.”

Ouch… but you could work with this!

“I see! Yes yes, your dismay gives me joy so in order for me to not ‘pester’ you you must not fall into dismay but rather develop and progress a more healthy future, yes okay! Human! I shall follow you and ‘pester’ you from this point onwards!”

He did a physical rolling of the eyes, rolling his body along as well as he turns himself away from you and continues walking. 

“If you do so quietly I might reconsider impaling you on my blade.”

Its progress! Okay, you need to listen to him.

“right right, i shall only speak when absolutely needed oh or to say something to agitate you considering i am a malevolent being. In all honesty though, I find it hard to say disparaging things. I usually work as a supportive and helpful being but I will try to be vexatious.” You hear a faint ‘you don't even have to’ come from him, silly human, you can still hear him even at this distance.

A little bit more of a filler introduction to the fic im working on! If the dialogue feels awkward, good, its meant to be. As always angst shall follow but i find the dynamic rather fun. Let me know your thoughts and opinions of what youd like to see in the future!

[greensagephase]

what made you wanna name the story non-violent communication?

Hiii, nonnie!! Thank you so much for the ask (and also, I'm sorry for the delayed reply! I took off tumblr yesterday)!! 🥰 Thank you for asking this question because I don't think I've ever talked about it before!!

Long story short:

THIS SONG RIGHT HERE!!!!!!!!! 🗣🗣🗣🗣 If you haven't listened to it, pls do!!😭It's one of Miguel's songs and has part of his dialogue at the end of the song before it transitions to "Givin' up (Not The One)" in the album!!! The transition is (in my humble opinion) ✨😭✨😭✨ !!!

If it has a million fans, I'm one of them. If it has one fan, I'm THAT FAN. If it has zero fans, it means I'm no longer on this Earth!!! 😤

This is my fav song from the album!! I'll explain why below the cut! I'm going to give a short (lol, I yapped too much, I gave a whole story time) explanation because I love this song sm 😭 so if you care to read a bit of an analysis on the songs, then proceed, if not, pls disregard the rest lol and thank you for sending this ask!!!

So I first heard the song a day or two before I posted the first chapter to NC, which was late July 2023. I watched the movie in June but I only listened to the songs that I really, really liked (I love all the songs but some a little more than others) that were included in the movie without listening to the full album, so I hadn't listened to this song because Miguel's songs (this one and "Givin' Up (Not The One)") are not included in the film. I only found out about "Givin' Up (Not The One)" because it was all over tiktok lol

So yeah, I listened to the song for the first time a day or two before the first chapter was posted and fun fact, the first chapter I posted for NC was actually nameless lmao!!😭😭 I didn’t know what to title it (I’ve always been bad with titles), so it was just a writing post with no title. I didn't think much of it either because my og plans were for the story to be like 3-4 chapters total (past me would've been shocked I'm still going with the story and that we're 249k ish words in just from the main parts of the story, not counting the one-shots lol).

As I mentioned, I hadn’t heard the entire album yet but after part 1 was posted, I sat down and FINALLY listened to the entire album to appreciate it (I've since then listened to the entire album like a hundred times (Metro Boomin was my #1 artist of 2023💀)) and once I listened to it in order, I immediately knew I wanted to title my fic Nonviolent Communication. 🥹❤️

When I heard both of Miguel’s songs right after the other it made something in my brain click.

I felt like it was so, so fitting for what I was trying to achieve with my story, even when I was planning to make the story like 4 chapters long lol.

So my explanation for connecting the song to my fic:

I'm probably going to sound crazy, or like someone who gave the song too much thought but hear me out.

In a way, I felt (and ofc everyone is going to find a different vibe, feeling, or meaning to a song but this was mine) like it was kind of ironic how "Nonviolent Communication" didn't receive much attention like his other song, "Givin' Up (Not The One)" did, which is more... out there (???). It's more like !!!! You know? Like the lyrics themselves and the production are more bold and strong, more “rough” for lack of a better word. Despite it not being in the film like "NC", everyone knows it! Everyone also knows Miguel's dialogue because of it, "But I'm not like the others..." and so on along with his little quote about "being Spider-Man is a sacrifice" at the end of the song.

Then, you have "Nonviolent Communication." It's the second song with the least plays on the album on Spotify (after "Nas" which is another one of my top fav songs from the album), and the lyrics and production are an entire different vibe from the other song!! It's so much more softer and vulnerable, even slower.

You let me fall first, then you dream awake I'd do anything to bring you to that other place We speak so differently alone, love like Vincent we are low Watch for constellations, soft as cloud formations That will never leave, much as duty calls If I'm in over my head, I'll swim Niagara Falls

It still has themes of being Spider-Man but it's not so !!!! like the other song is. It's truly so much more vulnerable and soft, and even has romantic themes included. And at the end of the song we have another part of Miguel's dialogue, that's often disregarded, included, "I'm this dimension's one and only, Spider-Man... At least I was," which I'm always !!!! about because one, his tone for that part is much softer (almost sad), and two, I feel like him no longer being the only Spider-Man in his own dimension goes along with him not feeling like a true Spider-Man, and no longer having this one thing to himself that he can have in common with other spider members.

I could go on about this but this is already so long 😭 but anyway, I think that part is usually disregarded, much like Miguel’s soft side that we don’t get to see a lot of in the film. We’re given very little of soft Miguel and the majority is him being angry, stressed out, scared, and frustrated (rightfully so) with what’s happening.

So, hearing both songs, I felt like they represent two sides of Miguel. One that is more direct, bold, and rough, maybe even “violent.” It’s the side that’s most known to probably all the spider people and fans alike. Some people only see Miguel as an angry man that’s determined to protect the multiverse and sacrifice anything, since he’s already given up so much.

But then there’s the side of him less known (less seen), one that we didn’t see much of but that many of us picked up on. He has a soft side despite being through a lot, and has a lot of love and care to give. He’s a man that’s capable of having nonviolent communication, someone who can fall first, speak differently with someone when he’s alone with them, and be willing to do anything to “bring” that person “to the other place” - while still being Spider-Man and sticking to his duty that comes with such title but not sacrificing those very things.

So yeah, I heard the songs and it just clicked. “Nonviolent Communication” to me is the soft side of Miguel that we don’t get to see much in ATSV, but it’s still there. And so, I decided that it was the perfect title for my fic because of my interpretation of the song and my goal with the fic: show Miguel’s soft and vulnerable side that I so desperately hope we get to see more of in BTSV (I am begging the writers to do Miguel justice!!!!!!!).

I hope this made sense, maybe as I mentioned earlier, I’ve given too much thought to this (I’m an overthinker) but that’s my version and I love the song SO MUCHH!!! It was my most heard song in 2023, so I guess that says a lot :)

If you read this far, thank you so much!! I definitely talked too much but I seriously love Miggy and this song so much and I always get so emotional listening to it lmao 😭 but yeah, thank you for the ask, nonnie!!! I hope you're having a great day/night!!!🥺🥰

-Alondra❤️

[chaotic-on-main]

So glad you reblogged this because I did not see your post about this event before. And I almost missed it! 😱 But now I'm here… hi, Sky! Congrats on your milestone, dear! ❤️

I would be interested in one matcha green tea ice cream with cookie crumbles on top. If it's okay, could it be something like Levi comforting the reader while they're anxious and stressed? Something with nice calming domestic vibes maybe?

Order up!! One matcha green tea with cookie crumbles for Rose!!

Sky's Summer Fall and 250 Follower Event!

☾ Pairing ➼ Levi Ackerman x cisfem!Reader

☾ Content/Warning ➼ modernAU, pregnancy, anxiety, established relationship, pregnancy reveal

☾ A/N ➼ hi rose!! again, sorry it's taken me so long to get to this. this wasn't the initial path i had planned, but i think it went better than expected!! also i know i said i wouldn't write a pregnant reader, but i was inspired and i love the idea of dadvi even though i don't see myself wanting kids. there's something to unexpectedly soft about dad levi, and i love to imagine it. i mean, he's already so dad coded considering how many kids he adopts lol. also for anyone seeing this, the rest of my requests are no longer summer themed LMAO. i'm gonna have to do something simple for my next event a;lsdkfjalj

☾ Word Count ➼ ~1.9k

The pattering of raindrops on window panes is a sound that brings comfort to you, doubly so during this time of year. Orange and red leaves lie dormant on the wet pavement only to be run over by various cars going home for the evening. With the end of the year holidays looming around the corner, excitement fills the air. But not for you. Instead, it's overwhelming anxiety, and the rain does not bring the comfort you seek.

You're so in your head that you don't hear the keys in the door and the light footsteps of your husband coming home from work. As you toss some chocolate chips into the red bowl full of light brown dough, your mind bounces from one thought to another. Some thoughts hurt worse than others and you find yourself almost choking up until you force yourself to think of something else.

Long, cold fingers wrap around your wrist as you go to pick up a silicone spatula, holding your arm up midair. You're so startled at the sudden touch that you drop it straight into the bowl – thank god it was mixed enough to not splatter. When your eyes snap to the source, the automatic relief that normally comes with seeing those beautiful gray eyes doesn't wash over you. You’ve underestimated the anxiety that courses through your veins like ice.

“What's wrong?” Your husband's low voice comes out careful.

“Oh, it’s nothing to worry about right now. Welcome home!” You force out, your lips pulling back on your teeth in a reassuring smile. Levi Ackerman has known you for far too long, and he wasn't stupid. His eyes scan the messy kitchen counters with furrowed brows.

“I count at least 4 mixing bowls, most half filled and only a few finished products. Either you've signed up for a bake sale, or something is wrong. You only get like this when something is bothering you.” Levi's eyes go back to yours.

“I- uh. It's nothing, really.” You check the clock on the stove and gasp. “I didn't realize the time, and I haven't even started on dinner yet. I'm so sorry.” You quickly push aside your mess to make room for some space.

“Go sit down.” Levi says as he puts his keys and phone in the little wicker basket that sits on the far end of the counter.

“No, it's okay! I can do this.” You don't even know what to make for dinner. You've been in a downward spiral all day and haven't thought that far ahead. The sound of glass bottles rattle as you open the fridge doors to peek at your options - only to find them extremely limited. You should have gone to the grocery store earlier today.

The fridge closes in front of you as Levi pushes his way in front of you. Suddenly his hands are cupping your face, thumbs stroking your cheeks in a way he knows is comforting to you. You just now notice his hair slicked back, stuck in place from the rain outside. Black eyebrows scrunch together in concern as he stares at you.

“Levi, I don't need help. I can do this myself.” You mutter.

“Go sit down.” He repeats, softer this time. You stare back, trying to find the energy to argue. But you have none, so you make your way over to the plush navy couch in the living room. In a means to help comfort you, you pull your knees to your chest and stare out the window. Night time has made its way home, the yellow streetlights hazily glowing through the cold rain. It takes everything within you to focus on what you see and hear, and not what races through your mind.

Either you dozed off or fell into a trance because before you know it, Levi comes over and taps your shoulder. You blink a few times as your eyes adjust to what he's holding out to you – a bowl and a glass of water.

“I bet you haven't hydrated once today, have you?” He raises a brow.

“I've been busy?” You give him a small smile, but take the glass anyway. He sets the bowl down in front of you on the coffee table. You didn't even need to see it to know what it was as the smell of it wafts from the kitchen to your nose. Spaghetti, and Levi's spaghetti at that. Well, technically Kuchel’s - Levi's mom – recipe. From the moment he had made it for you when you both first started dating, you knew this was the best recipe you have or will ever taste.

Not only was it delicious, though, it was comforting. It was home.

“Oh, Levi.” You sigh as you reach over to place your glass down so you can pick up the warm bowl in two hands. The smell of herbs and tomatoes dance in your nostrils as you breathe in deeply. You don't hesitate to poke your fork into the red pasta and slurp up the saucy noodles.

The sofa shifts as Levi sits next to you, leg crossed as he leans back with his own bowl in hand. He doesn't say anything as he digs in, eyes looking out to the darkened window. It stays silent save for the quiet smacking and the metal clinking on porcelain. For a while, you're distracted yet again as you fill your tummy but eventually your bowl is empty and the dread starts creeping back in.

“Did you want more or…?” Levi breaks you out of your thoughts and your eyes focus back to what you were looking at – the red-streaked bottom of the bowl.

“Oh, no I'm good. Thank you for making dinner. I'm sorry I couldn't have it done by the time you got home.” You smile softly at him as you hand him your bowl. His lips twitch as he regards you. He takes the bowl from you and you think he's about to get up but instead, he sets it on the coffee table and shifts so that he's facing you fully.

“There's nothing to apologize for, dummy. What's going on in that head of yours?” He reaches over and taps your forehead gently with a forefinger.

“I don't know if this is the right time.” You whisper, feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes.

“I'm home for the night, we have plenty of time before bed.” His hand trails down your face and cups your jaw as he holds your gaze. “What's going on?”

Reaching up, you rest your hand over his and lean into his touch. Then with a shuddering breath, you gently pry his hand off and stand up. Without another word, you make your way to the master bathroom and retrieve what you're looking for. Before exiting, you bend over the sink to take a few deep breaths. You just need to rip this off like a bandaid, you keep repeating to yourself.

Making your way down the hallway back to the living room, your fingers shake. The room grows silent as you hold the little white stick up to eye level the moment you step in front of your extremely confused husband.

Levi has to squint to see the little pink plus sign. There's a range of emotions that flood his face past the initial shock. You know when the realization hits him because his wide eyes flit over to yours as he checks to see if you're kidding. You only nod your head back. There's a moment of excitement that lights up in his eyes before the same look of anxiety that no doubt mirrors your own stares back at you.

Your heart sinks to the pit of your stomach at that.

“I-" Levi chokes on his words.

“It's real.”

You hear Levi inhale loudly as he runs his fingers through his hair and step back as he processes. You’ve been with Levi for so long but even you didn't know how he would react. Children weren't off the table, but you both had agreed to start a family when the time was right. To you, this was the worst possible time with Levi starting a new job and your writing career finally taking off. His reaction is enough to confirm those thoughts. Or, at least that’s what you thought.

“I know this is awful timing. And I’m sure we're not ready. I'm so-" Your last words are cut short into a squeak as a pair of strong arms pull you into a warm chest, the sudden movement causing the pregnancy test to fall and bounce onto the rug. You can feel Levi's heart beating a mile a minute against your own.

“Don't apologize.”

“But you’re not excited.” You’ve started crying and you can feel your tears seeping into Levi's shirt. He pushes you away from him and holds you there. His dark eyes bounce between yours as he regards you.

“Who said I wasn't?"

“I- just your face-"

“I won't pretend to say I'm not nervous. You know, Kenny was the only father figure I had and he wasn't around, not when it mattered, at least. I'm scared, actually.” His eyebrows furrow to match the concern that laces his tone.

“Levi-"

“But this is exciting, and I'm thrilled. And we'll navigate through this like we always do. But, how do you feel about it?”

“Well, I guess I'm scared too. Anxious. Our jobs are just taking off, and while I'm excited for a family with you, I'm just not sure how to take this.” You pull a hand up to wipe away the salty tears that streams down your face.

“We have 9 months, give or take. That's plenty of time for us to figure things out. But is this what you want?” Levi let's go of your arms to cup your face again. That moment of hesitance that graced his features is no longer there, only replaced by love.

“Do you think we'll be ready by then?”

“Who knows. But we can try. We'll figure it out together.” Levi pulls you back in and holds you in his tight embrace. You bury your face in his shirt, once again letting it soak up any leftover tears.

“If it's any consolation, I think you'll be a great dad. I watch the way you interact with your little cousin during get-togethers.”

“Tch. If our child is anything like Mikasa, I'm sure we'll be fine. But if they're like her friend Eren, we're starting over.” You laugh at that and slap his chest playfully.

“Levi, you can't say shit like that.”

“I'm just kidding. Mostly. That Eren kid has something wrong with him, I swear.”

You hold on to him in silence for a bit, taking note of the slowing heart beat between the two of you as the news finally sinks in. You were going to be a mom. You were going to be a parent with Levi.

“Someone needs to eat this. This is way too much for just the two of us.” You hear Levi chuckle. You can't see it, but you know he's staring at the mess you've made all day. You'll be up until 3am making sure everything gets baked so it doesn't go to waste.

“Three of us.” You lean back to look at your husband, smiling at that comment.

“You're right, the three of us.” You feel as Levi gently rests the palm of his hand on your stomach and leans down to kiss you softly. Your anxiety still lingers, but now it's tinged with relief because no matter what life throws at you, Levi is here.

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[moonlightflowerss]

you can call it as it is|j.yh

summary: You and Yunho are the designated drivers for a night out with your friends

pairing: Jeong Yunho x gn reader

word count: 4k

genre: friends to lovers, slice of life, fluff

contents: mention of smoking, mutual pining, reader is very afraid of romantic feelings, Yunho is sickeningly sweet (let me know if I missed something), one of your friends is in a polyamorous relationship with woosan

a/n: This is wayyyy longer than my usual works but I felt shitty and needed some comfort. Also, I'm sorry for any mistakes, English is not my first language 🥹.

You love your friends, you really do.

But sometimes you really wish they were a little less noisy as soon some alcohol got into their systems.

It's twelve of you inside the karaoke room, all jamming and vibing to the songs playing.

And out of all of these people, just you and Yunho are completely sober as good designated drivers should be.

You have known this group for just a few months. You wouldn't say you're super close yet, but you really enjoy their company and you can really see yoirslef growing very close with them, plus one of your friend (the one that introduced your group to theirs) is in a lovey-dovey relationship with two of them so you know you find your group hanging out with theirs almost every time you go out and you will for quite some time. So you just feel lucky that they're all people you feel comfortable around and have fun with for now.

When someone in the group chat asked to do something tonight, you were pretty sure it would've been something not too crazy, just a chill night out with your friends.

Everything took a turn when you proposed for everyone to come over to your place since you were alone.

From the table games night you imagined, it became the "let's get shitface drunk and get home when the sun rises".

It was quite a turn of events but you didn't really mind it, you are enjoying yourself and so are your friends. Clearly.

Most of them are singing and dancing like their life depended on it while others were eating each other's faces out.

You get out of the cramped space for just a second to have a breathe and get a bottle of water before going back in and facing an inner crisis that you knew from the start would've happened sooner or later.

Out of all the sofas, going almost all the way around the room, the only available seats were either sides of Yunho.

He is the only other sober person in the room. You knew you had to talk with him at some point, but you just wanted to postpone it as long as you could.

It's not that you don't like him.

Actually, the problem is the exact opposite.

You aren't a very smooth talker to start with.

Entertaining any kind of conversation for you is a whole, complicated task. More so if you're completely sober and you have a (not so) small crush on your interlocutor.

You close the door behind you and make eye contact with him while moving towards the seat beside his and he just gives you a kind smile following your movements until you're sitting beside him, making a little bit more room for you to sit comfortably.

《how's your night going? everything okay?》he asks as soon as you settle on the soft cushions, leaning away from the back rest and slightly towards you to make sure you hear him over the noises

《yeah, I'm having a lot of fun, but sometimes I really need to get a little bit of fresh air from outside》 you answer honestly, chuckling lightly for reasons unknown even to you

《yes, it's very warm》 he just states, nodding and dropping back against the backrest. You understand that this is your cue to either drop the conversation or to make it continue.

You lean against the backrest just a few seconds after him, gaining another small smile from his lips.

《how is your night going? are you enjoying being the designated driver?》 you ask, ironically, making him laugh

《I don't think I remember how it feels going out and not be the designated driver》 he states with faux annoyance on his face before smiling brightly 《joking, I enjoy it very much and the night is going very well. Also, for once, I have someone not drunk to talk to, so...》 he laughs lightly and you with him, internally panicking, feeling every idea you had to continue the conversion, die in the back of your mind.

But Yunho quickly puts a remedy to that by looking at the time on his phone.

《it's quite late, whenever you want to go we can. Don't feel pressured to really wait until the sun rises just because Wooyoung proposed it》 he chuckles, and you shake your head amused

《I don't think he remembers what he said anyway》 you state, eyeing wooyoung sipping his nth glass of wine, struggling to even keep his spine straight and still.

You and Yunho laugh at the scene, shaking your heads.

《anyway, i think i can handle a little more before going home. But if you want to go, we can》 you give him a timid smile, suddenly aware of how close you two are.

He gives another smile back and nods 《I'd say we should take another ten minutes to relax, and then we will think on how to drag all of them into the cars》 he chuckles, making you nod

《I'm going out to smoke a cigarette, wanna keep me company?》 the words leave your mouth before you can think about them throughly, making yourself blush.

Luckily, he can't see it because the room is dark, green and blue lights are the only source of illumination in the room. But you can feel it very clearly, and it gets even worse when he just nods and gets up, stretching a hand out to help you.

You grab it more shyly than you wanted to show, letting him help you to get on your high heels.

Your hands and your eye contact linger a little more than what you would expect from the situation before you turn to collect your jacket and quickly put it on.

《let's go》 you give him a quick smile before moving to go outside.

Once you are finally met with the cold air of the night, you take a deep breath, leaning against a wall.

Yunho is settling against the car in front of you, looking at you attentively.

《you think they'll survive without both of us?》 you ask to break the ice, laughing more than you normally would; but the way he's looking at you is making you feel so tense it's nerve-wracking

《they'll find a way, i really needed the fresh air》 he answers, chuckling before resuming his staring.

He's not a creep, you don't feel in danger or uneasy, but you're anxious because you have no idea of what he's thinking, and you know he's thinking something very intently just by the way he's looking up an down your every inch with a concentrated face.

You keep your eyes on your hands, scrambling to gather everything you need to roll yourself a cigarette.

《everything okay?》 you ask, breaking the silence, refusing to look at his face.

You can still imagine his cheeks are now red from the way your peripheral vision catches him squirming uncomfortably like a kid that is being scolded.

《I'm sorry I didn't mean to stare》 he clears his throat 《I haven't really got a chance to be around you a lot even if our groups hang out frequently so, you know, I was collecting facts about you?》 he says questioningly before shaking his head 《I have no idea what I just said I'm sorry》 he's blushing and looking away from you while laughing nervously and you can't help but find him so cute it makes you want to punch him.

You know it's your fault that you two never really get around each other a lot.

To be clear: you adore the man.

Everything about him is mesmerizing to you, and that is terrifying.

And, as much as you wanted to, nothing seemed convincing enough for you to make a move. Not even your friends telling you that he likes you back a hundred times.

You just couldn't wrap your head around it, so you just decided that it was an absurd impression they got.

All of these things together resulted in avoiding alone time with him as a way to cope with your crush, fearing that your fluttering heart might betray the chill and uninterested appearance you were trying so hard to build.

You laugh, blushing as much as him, waiting a few seconds before speaking again 《and you found something interesting?》 you have no idea what to give the blame for this uncharacteristic forwardness.

He's taken aback as much as you, and you can't bring yourself to hold eye contact for more than three seconds, looking away and finishing to roll your cigarette so you can finally light it.

《not sure I want to share my observations with you》 he tries to contain his laugh behind an ironic intellectual tone

《what? but now I'm curious》 you complain

《you can survive, darling》 he smirks, his voice gaining confidence by the second.

You shake your head in fake annoyance, the pet name making you way more weak than you would like to admit.

A nice silence settles between you two, just enjoying the quiet and the breeze of the night.

In between the drags of your cigarette, you are looking around, trying not to stare at the tall man in front of you for too long.

But your attention is caught when you see him stare somewhere above you, following his gaze and catching a speck of the moon.

Delicately, you move beside him to be able to see its entirety and relish the view.

You make your shoulders accidentally touch, but he doesn't move, so neither do you.

《it looks amazing》 he comments, and you just make a noise of assent, so fascinated you can't take the eyes off of it.

But now you can feel he's looking at you, staring at your loving expression and following the movements of your hand moving the cigarette towards and away from your mouth.

Your skin shivers with anticipation, feeling like you're in a movie.

Both of you are moving ever so slowly towards each other.

His hand touches you with a delicacy you didn't think any human could have, and tucks some hair behind your ear, looking intently at what he's doing.

You can't help but look at him, if it was a movie you would've said that it was a cliche, the two protagonists don't even know each other that well and are already acting like they are the loves of each other's lives? Cringe and unrealistic.

But now you can't put together a sigle thought, only wishing he won't leave you hanging like they do in movies.

《I like the way you look at the moon》 it's a little more than a whisper, his fingers lingering behind your ear, playing gently with your hair

《I love the moon, it fascinates me like just a few other things in this world do》 you explain, your cigarette forgot between your fingers

《what are these other few things?》 he asks curiously, you think you see a glint of hope in his eyes, but maybe you're just feeding into your delusions

《I'm not sure I want to share that with you》 you repeat his words back to him, laughing and leaning slightly in his touch.

He opens his hand, giving you the chance to rest your cheek comfortably against his palm. So you tilt your head further against him.

《devious little thing you are》 he says with a little smile, his kind and warm tone in contrast with his words.

You can feel his fingers curling against your scalp, caressing it, always with the same delicacy.

《finish your cigarette so we can go home》 he says, kindly, gently stroking your cheekbone with his thumb a couple more times before moving away his hand.

There is a little disappointment settling inside your chest, but you just nod and resume your smoking.

《your hair is even softer than what i thought》 he states, his hand finding again purchase in between the strands of hair on the nape of your neck, caressing it gently

《you think about my hair a lot?》 you ask, mischievous, adoring his embarrassed reactions and his slightly flushed cheeks

《you mock me a lot for someone who can't concentrate enough to smoke as soon as i touch you》 he bites back, making your cheeks flush as much as his.

You feel like two teens trying to cope with their first crush, resorting to sneering and teasing each other.

You roll your eyes, making a display of an annoyance you don't really feel before resuming, once again, your smoke.

It doesn't take you long before you are forced to pull apart from Yunho to throw the cigarette stub in the trash and looking back at him.

《let's go call them》 you announce, tiredness seeping from your voice.

He nods and follows right behind you up until the door for the karaoke room

《take your things, I'll convince them to leave》 he smiles kindly before going in.

After quickly checking in with the barman that everything got paid for, you followed Yunho, gathering your bag and some of your friends.

It takes quite a struggle to make everybody get out of the pub and inside the car, but once you're finally done, you and Yunho smile at each other.

《I'll be behind you》 he states

《if you can keep up》 you tease, and he gives you a quick chuckle before looking at you apprehensively

《don't speed》

《damn, dad, okay》 you roll your eyes before laughing and getting into the car.

Both you and Yunho know that you are not the type to drive too fast, especially with people with you, but he likes to show that he cares and you like to feel when people care about you.

The ride to your home is quicker and quieter than you anticipated.

You throw a glance at the clock of your car noting it's past 4 in the morning so you imagine the euphoria your friends were feeling, given by the alcohol, now must be starting to be replaced by tiredness and you really enjoy the relaxed mood in your car.

Once you finally park it takes another few minutes to get everybody out of the cars, specially out of Yuno's since the 2 supplemental seats in the back required some mobility that your friends really don't have right now.

Regardless, everybody is finally home, and since the majority of the beds are upstairs most of your friends decide to just crush on the sofa or on the ground heedless of your and Yunho's effort to put them in a slightly more comfortable place.

So you just looked at each other and shrugged.

He smiles at you and, once again, tucks the same strand of hair behind your ear.

《let's go to sleep》 he suggests and although you feel tired you don't feel sleepy, but most of all now that you finally mustered up the courage to be alone with him you don't want to let it go just yet

《do you want a cup of tea?》 that's all that came to mind to try and stay in Yunho's company a little more.

He smiles sincerely and nods.

You give his hand, still beside your face, a gentle squeeze before going to prepare the teas as quietly as possible since everybody seemed knocked out.

Handing him his cup once it was done you get close to him 《it's better if we go upstairs, so we can leave them rest》 you whisper and, again, he nods and follows you.

《this is my room》 you say, opening the door.

You fear for a second that he might misunderstand your intention so you just stand still on the door, waiting for him to do something.

And he doesn't take long at all, getting into your room and sitting on the office chair comfortably.

《it's very nice》 he says kindly, spinning around the chair while looking around

《thanks, it took me a lot to finally find a place for everything that actually satisfied me》 you explain before sipping your tea

《I think the room tells a lot about the person》

《and what does it say about me?》 you ask, sincerely curios, but it takes one glance from Yunho to roll your eyes 《don't even try to say that you don't want to tell me》 you ironically scold him and he laughs

《you can't force me to say this》 he teases and you roll your eyes again.

And you keep shifting around teasing and getting to know each other, back and forth. Basking yourselves in the heart fluttering feeling you both have.

Soon enough both your cups are empty and both of you get relaxed, you on the bed and him still on the chair. Much so that you fall asleep without even fully realizing it.

In fact, you wake up an unknown amount of time later, shivering. The sun starting to slowly light up the sky.

You are in the same position in which you were talking with Yunho: laying on your side at the bottom of your bed to be close enough to the tall man.

He, just as you, is in the same position in which he was talking to you: on the chair, legs slightly spread and his arms crossed over his chest.

What is different was his clothing. In fact, the hoodie he was wearing all night is not around his fit torso anymore, but lovely spread over your curled body like a blanket.

You took a second to stretch your legs and spine before looking at Yunho.

His relaxed face is a delight to see, waking him feels almost criminal.

But you reason that he probably isn't that comfortable on the chair, plus he must be cold since he's just in a tight black t-shirt.

Your hand pats lightly his thigh, then his arms a little harder, then caresses his cheek until he finally regains consciousness.

《sorry to wake you, do you want to go to bed?》 you whisper.

He barely opens his eyes, putting a hand over yours.

《I'd love to sleep with you if it's okay for you》 he mumbles, still clearly groggy, before kissing your palm and closing his eyes back again, pressing his cheek against your hand.

You chuckle, it's not what you asked but you're glad he misinterpreted.

《come on, then》 you whispered again, soliciting him to get up by using your free hand to pat his thigh.

He sighs and stretches before coming into the bed quickly followed by you.

Now that you're so close, you feel sleepiness leave your body immediately. Forcing yourself to close your eyes trying not to disturb Yunho.

After just a few second his fingertips graze over your cheek and your eyes automatically open to meet his.

《do you have something I can wear as pants, sleeping with jeans is really uncomfortable》he whispers laughing quietly. You nod and move to give him a pair of unisex, oversized sweatpants hoping they will fit.

He thanks you and goes to the bathroom to change and so do you in your room, slipping into a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt.

Reality is: you're panicking. You're afraid you are the only one feeling what you're feeling and now he feels uneasy, looking for an excuse to put some distance in between you two.

When he comes back you're zoning out on the bed, sitting and staring into the void.

His gentle touch against your cheek snaps you out of it, making you instinctively turn to meet his gaze.

《they're a little short but I'll be fine》 he comments, amused by the lenght of the sweats 《now let's go to sleep》 he suggests getting back into bed and silently suggesting you to come closer by caressing your arm and then your back.

You stay still for a few seconds, taking in the idea that he was not trying to get away from you. Quite the opposite actually.

Before he could worry you complied, scooting closer into his chest and starting to play with his hair.

《what's on your mind?》 he asks whispering, his lips kissing softly your forehead.

You rise your head to meet his eyes.

His soft gaze making a small smile form on your face.

《nothing... it's nice being like this》 you whisper back, hoping you're not as flushed as you think

《I thought you would avoid me forever》 he chuckles

《what? I wasn't avoiding you》 you were

《you were》 he repeats your thought before bringing his face closer to yours, your heart almost bursting out your chest 《but it's fine because now I know why you were doing it》

《and why is that?》

《because you're head over heels for me》 he states, chuckling, trying to mask the fear to be wrong although you can still read it in his eyes

《head over heels is a bit too much》 you mock annoyance in your voice, your smile giving you away

《that's a shame because I am》 he's back to his soft, delicate whispering.

His eyes looking at you in anticipation, hoping he didn't say too much.

You don't even think about it, moving forward until your lips finally collide.

You feel him smile against you, holding you close to his chest, squeezing the fabric of your shirt in between his fingers almost like to stop you from slipping away.

You hold him too. Never in a million years even thinking about leaving now that you're finally here.

And you don't know how long you have been kissing when he delicately moves his face away.

《how much more time you wanted to gatekeep from me these kissing skills?》 he chuckles, grazing a thumb over your lips.

You burst out laughing, struggling to keep quiet and put your embarassed face back against his long neck 《go to sleep, dumbass》

《will you give me classes?》 he jokes, clearly amused by you embarassed face, trying to pull you from where you're hiding; but you're quick to turn over giving him your back and conceal your face with your hands

《shut up》 you laugh again

《alright, okay, I'll give you time to think about it》 he concedes, laughing in return.

He tightens his arms around you, pressing your back against his chest, before gently taking your hands off your face and intertwine his fingers with yours.

《good night, baby》 you feel him lever himself to be able to kiss delicately your cheek.

You smile and squeeze his hand closer to your body 《good night》 you say simply and close your eyes.

After just a few seconds, Yunho is hoisting himself back up, and you feel him look at you, so you open back your eyes to look at him.

《what’s wrong?》

《I can’t sleep》

《you didn’t even try》

《I did, I can’t》 the dramatic tone he is using it’s making it very hard for you to play along without burst out laughing

《I feel like you’re about to ask me something》

《not my fault if I’m sure that making out with you would help me》

And, laughing, you gladly comply.

You couldn’t say no, and you wouldn’t anyway.

But eventually, sleep got the best of the both of you.

Your bodies still tangled together, and his head is still on your chest when your sleep gets interrupted by some noises out your door and Yunho’s phone vibrating beside him.

《Yunho, wake up》 you stroke his hair, making him curl further against you

《unless someone’s dying, I don’t wanna wake up》 he mumbles, making you chuckle

《yeah I wanna go check if someone’s dying. Also, someone’s calling you》

He grunts and shuffles to find his phone before looking back at you, already out of the bed 《please be quick, I really want to go back to sleep》 he whines before calling whoever it was.

Venturing outside your room, you find your best friend with her face shoved in the toilet and one of her two boyfriends, Wooyoung, holding back her hair.

《you need help?》

《oh no, thank you, San went to get her some water. Sorry for waking you up》 he answers, smiling brightly like nothing’s wrong

《oh no worries, just tell me if you need something, okay?》 you smile back, and he nods before smirking

《you sure you don’t have anything to tell me?》 his eyebrows going up and down

《check your girlfriend’s well-being, Wooyo》 you scoff laughing before leaving the bathroom and going back to your room.

Yunho is lying on his back, an arm covering his eyes, and his hair splayed on the pillow.

《who was on the phone?》 you ask softly, to not startle him

《Hongjoong, but you’ll know as soon as you meet him》 he shakes his head amused, and you look at him questioningly, getting back in bed beside him

《what do you mean?》

《he came in earlier to check if there was an empty bed and saw us sleep together, and now he wants to know every detail》 he explains, his voice somewhere in between exhausted and amused.

It’s gonna be a long day.

The thought makes a small smile come up on your face and sigh.

《what?》 his curious eyes find yours

《nothing, I’ve seen Hongjoong question Yeosang when he wanted him to spill the tea about the chick he kissed in the pub the night before, so I was imagining how he will be with us》

《and what are you imagining you’ll say, then?》 he asks, hovering on top of you.

His head is tilted, fingers delicately grazing over your cheek and his eyes light up with a sparkle of hope, you think.

You love how he’s constantly wearing his heart on his sleeve and that’s also what kept you from get to close to him before yesterday night.

You’re terrified at the idea of seeing that spark die out because of you.

《what are you thinking?》 his gentle tone snaps you out of your swirling thoughts

《I am afraid I’ll give the wrong answer》 you admit, your voice quieter than what you anticipated

《just say what you’re thinking. If you’re feeling it, it can’t be wrong》 he comforted you, sitting up and pulling you gently to sit up with him

《I don’t want you to feel obligated, I fear I’m moving too fast》

《baby, just say it, I can take it》 he smiles, cupping your face with both his hands

《maybe we should, I don’t know, start to… seeing each other I guess, maybe?》 you ask, you feel so anxious it makes you mad

《that’s disappointing, I thought you were about to ask me to marry you》 he mocks you, making you blush

《shut up》 a chuckle betraying you, your eyes avoiding his and your cheeks on fire

《how am I supposed to know? Maybe you wanted a kid, your premises were vague》 he laughed, starting to press pecks all over your flushed face, hovering over your lips before speaking again 《not sure I want a child yet, but for sure I want to date, you can call it as it is》 he mocks before kissing you tenderly.

All of your negative thoughts immediately leaving your head, silently promising yourself you’ll do everything to keep this giant, amazing man and his spark safe.

[vykker]

Here's part 2 of this ask!

So in regards to baby Interns... What's tough is, when I try to guess what they're like, it leads me down rabbit holes speculating on what Intern society must be like in its non-Vykker-labs state & I get lost in the sauce. Also we have NO information to go off of. So this is 100 percent going off guesswork and vibes. I put it all under readmore because it got long sorry!

In one of the Discoddchats, Lorne was talking about Wolvarks [but lumped Interns in with them] and how their societal structure is different from what we've seen so far in Oddworld. He didn't elaborate beyond this. I'm guessing he means societal structures that do not have a queen at the top of the pyramid. So, I'm going to guess that Interns parallel Vykkers and are asexually reproducing hermaphrodites.

Unlike Vykkers though, I don't think Interns are mammals, simply because Vykkers have nipples and Interns don't. Thus, I postulate that Interns lay eggs. HOWEVER... I don't think they have a lot of real estate for eggs, physically speaking. Interns already have bulbous, taunt abdomens, like all of their organs are crammed into a tiny space. We know that some of this is due to their unhealthy lifestyles, but I find it hard to imagine even a 'skinny' intern. I think they're always bulbous like Cheesecake. Anyway, because of this, I think their eggs are very small- like no larger than their eyes. I think they're also soft-shelled like snake eggs and are only produced in very small quantities, maybe even just one at a time.

With this in mind- I headcanon that Interns are SUPER teeny tiny when they hatch and probably really gangly and bug-eyed and freaky. If you've ever seen baby preying mantises, that's what I'm picturing, looks and behavior and all. These are just some random concepts:

I also think they're 100 % self-reliant. Interns do not strike me as being maternal AT ALL. I have a hard time picturing the average Intern being a good parent. In the Art Book they're described as not giving AF about the Mudokon eggs. Just going off vibes here.

I think that in the wild, Interns frisbee their eggs into the woods or something and either they hatch or don't. If they do hatch, they're tiny and scrawny and immediately mobile. Like insects. Their first year of life is spent purely as animalistic predators. They scamper around on the forest floor and catch bugs, lizards, and other small prey, apex predators of a very small patch of forest. They consume massive amounts of protein and grow very quickly. Once they reach about a foot or two in height- no longer in danger of being stepped on- they instinctively seek out the nearest Intern tribe and integrate with them. They mimic the adult's behavior and pick up on their language and stuff from copying them.

From there we could have a lot of fun speculating on what tribe life must be like for them! And what sort of psychological ramifications come with spending your earliest years being feral in the woods.

As for how they end up in Vykker's Labs, I think there are "Intern Farms" which are companies owned by Vykkers Labs which contract out Interns for labs all across Mudos. Eggs are gathered up and kept in Intern Pens where the babies are fed crickets and cigarette butts until they're big enough to climb out. Once they do, they fall in a pit and are taken to a new area where they start Intern School. What goes on there? idk yet I haven't thought that far ahead

I think they get their foot surgery as soon as they start Intern School and probably spend a lot of time strapped into desks being forced to learn stuff like those bomb sniffing bees

As for how the Farms get the eggs, you know that stereotype about broke college kids being donors for $? I think its like that. I'm picturing a vending machine type deal where you put an egg in and $10 moolah falls out. Someone swings by to empty them once a week and they're sold to the farms for pennies. The rest end up in recycling because eggs are not permitted to go anywhere else. The vykkers don't want an unchecked population of them running around. Interns by nature are not sentimental and largely DO NOT care, but I'd imagine maybe a scant few feel kinda bad for perpetuating their species' shitty circumstance for beer money. Maybe they leave theirs in the Poop Chute? Most get squished but maybe a few would make it. I’m picturing a Mudokon tribe with one random intern now

Anyway I will stop! Thanks for the good question!! Kinda went off topic at the end but I love speculating on things like this lol

[occasionallyprosie]

So I recently found your fiction Frayed Edges, and it would not leave my mind! I love the thought of Legend going nuclear for his brother's own sanity, but the second chapter is what gets my mind buzzing.

Recently re-listening to Epic: The Musical has made it worse; in particular, the song No Longer You.

Because like, what if further down the road, the other are getting better (Wars and Time r still asses and Four still has bad days more than not, but it's getting better) that Legend has the idea to seek Nayru, the Oracle of Ages. Because now he doesn't have to worry about the others killing each other, he can do that! And one thing leads to another and the rest join. They travel, and find Nayru, and then the events from the song happen. Who is destined to no longer be themselves when they get home? Tbh, I'd say Time, cuz it would also come back as being the reason he becomes the Hero’s Shade. Also, the other predictions in the song (ie "I see a song of past romance" could be either Sky or even Legend)

Sorry for the ramble, but please let me know your thoughts on this!

I didn't even think of that! I love EPIC but throwing in No Longer You with Frayed Edges? I love that! If everyone tried to go meet Nayru, resulting in an interaction similar to that where she generally makes references to all of them.

I'd see "song of past romance" for actually either Twilight or Sky more than Legend, "the sacrifice of man" for Wild or Hyrule, "portrayals of betrayal and a brother's final stand" for Legend obviously, but I can see it with Wind or Warriors too just for how related to betrayal Warriors is and how Wind's trying his best. Time and Legend would work perfectly with "I see a man who gets to make it home alive but it's no longer you" as a sort of double meaning honestly, of how Time will return home different, no longer the man he was, more like the Hero's Shade, and how Legend (in ending 1) wouldn't return home at all.

GEEZ I am having thoughts about this lmao

I love this idea, and it would definitely be Nayru, she has the vibes of the prophet for sure

[scarycranegame]

here's part 2 of my 50 follower special!! for people who've just joined us here, i present to you...

MY BEEFY DIE FANDOM OPINIONS MEME!! ft. an in-depth explanation of each entry

sorry for slightly off-model drawings, it was my first time drawing a lot of these guys so. bear with me LMAO

explanations under the cut!

favorite character:

okay you probably saw this one coming but. yes. the rumor come out. i enjoy yellow face immensely. and it's not just because hes a silly goober guy (even though he is that too); it's mostly because i think he fits my personal favorite character archetype of "morally dubious business guy who's at least a little bit mentally unstable" particularly well, specifically in the sense that he does it in a way that isn't the stereotypical "sophisticated mastermind bad-boy sexyman" schtick... like. he's weird. he's unapologetically weird. he's a very non-standard character design in a world of already unorthodox characters, and he manages to give off an ominous yet innocuous vibe without being too on-the-nose about it; and on top of that, the show doesn't even really take it too seriously, so it doesn't really overstay its welcome for me :) also i just think hes really cute lol

liked by everyone but me:

alright this is a really unpopular opinion.. i get why people like them, but i just. don't, personally. since x is in another entry i'm just gonna cover four here. for starters, i really don't like four's voice; it's the one "annoying" voice in the series that i just can't look past.. besides that, though, i feel like his redemption arc & sympathetic portrayal in post-split doesn't really make sense for his character? because he doesn't really seem to feel bad, and the rest of the characters just. instantly forgive him without any notion that he actually intends to improve as a person... and then he doesn't, because in tpo.t, he goes right back to hurting people the exact same way with absolutely no consequences or remorse; basically making that whole arc irrelevant. like.. something's not adding up here. either post split or tpo.t's portrayal is incorrect.

didn't like at first:

this one was kind of a tough choice for me because i don't remember ever genuinely disliking a contestant when i initially got into this show? but i can say that i did find gelatin to be kind of. annoying. and the best part is that it's for a really silly reason that, in retrospect, doesn't even make too much sense? like. okay i first got into this show in middle school, and my first ever season was b.fb, and when i first saw it i was a HUGE donut stan (part of me still is LOL); so when i saw him yelling at gelatin all the time i just sort of. inexplicably started disliking gelatin for absolutely no reason. literally that's it that's the whole reason i initially didn't like gelatin. anyways hes one of my favorite characters now and honestly i couldn't tell you why (also sorry hes. very poorly drawn in this image. it was my first time drawing a lot of these characters)

would like to know more about:

golfie!! i like her a lot; i related to her a bunch when i first watched the show (especially since my best friend at the time was basically a carbon copy of tennis ball), and i'm really intrigued by her need for constant control over everyone on any given team she's part of, and how she began her career in science/inventing! it seems interesting that more recent bfd.ia seems to make this dichotomy between her and tennis ball, suggesting that she's more skilled than he is and/or has been inventing things for longer than he has.. also ofcourse there's the whole science museum "bozo" debacle from i.dfb, which shouldn't come as a surprise in that it intrigues me just as much as everything else about her character... maybe that's why she's so obsessed with being in control? also who the hell was after her in that scene?

least favorite character

people are really not gonna like me for this, but i genuinely hate x with every fiber of my being LMAO.. while it is mostly for personal reasons, it's also because 1. much like four, i find his voice really annoying, and 2. he kind of. never really does anything. he's sort of just a plot device at best, and at worst he literally just stands there and does nothing. even when he's the host in b.fb 9, he's tragically inept and does nothing of note at all. he's barely a character without four around (he literally sits down and gives up in the last few episodes of b.fb), and it's really disappointing because he could've been an interesting character foil to four! but he just. wasn't. all he really was is a "cute uwu cinnamon roll".

like the design, dislike the character

okay this one's a little biased because i'm still mad that bomby was partially why yellow face got eliminated in bfd.ia 9, but besides that, i think a bomb character is a really good concept!! a contestant that's both useful in a practical sense and useful in terms of themselves as an individual!! ...too bad bomby is basically just 2 running jokes in a bomb-shaped trenchcoat. literally, as far as i'm concerned, the only time he's ever actually done anything is when he explodes; and besides that he's just sort of. there to fill up empty space (and also get yellow face eliminated that one time in the stupidest possible way). i get it, it's an object show, but i really would've enjoyed bomby a lot more if he had a distinct personality instead of being. well. little more than an object.

like the character, dislike the design

this one i also struggled with but i eventually settled on naily! in terms of her character, i think she's an absolute delight to watch, and she's one of the rare instances of a running joke not overstaying it's welcome and actually seeming charming and witty!! i think she's a good example of a quirky and cute yet mischievous character, which i see a lot of people attempting to do with characters of their own and missing the mark just a little bit. in short, she really does nail it in terms of characterization!! the only gripe i have though is her design.. something about how her legs are kind of. behind each other. and how her face/head is just. flat. it really doesn't sit right with me.. and i don't even really know how i would change it! it's just.. slightly offputting to me.

similar personality

ironically (due to my previous entry), i think that the character i'm most like in terms of personality is price tag!! i consider myself to be pretty expressive and upbeat (or at least, i try to be a lot of the time; if i get too stoic i tend to get sad and that kinda results in a Not Great Time™), and as you might've been able to tell by the things i do here on this blog, i'm just a bit mischievous. a little bit silly. one might even say devious. but what you don't know is that in most situations where there's a bit of a problem, i tend to try and think of the most creative but rational solution (doing so, as far as i'm aware, results in a higher chance of compromise among others)! (also, yes, i can indeed do the :3 face)

fav ship

i've been a fries/puffball enjoyer since day 1, i'm not even gonna lie here LMAO.. to be fair, i enjoy a lot of other ships very immensely, too, but something about the fact that they seem to respect each other as equals and be on the same page a lot of the time just really gets me... like. they give power couple vibes; instead of trying to gain some sort of leverage over the other or reveling in the leverage they might already have over the other, they seem to decide to be strong together and sort of. combine their strength. and yeah i know people are gonna argue "b-but c.oinpin!!" well what about the bfd.ia thing from tpo.t 2. they never actually resolved that. dont even get me started on f.ireafy (someone else made a really good post on them) or t.engolf ("gb always said it was handy to treat your friend like a tool!!!") p.uffries forever lol

least fav ship

oh this one's biased as hell because. you know how i am about yellow face. but i actually have a legitimate reason to dislike y.ellowclock besides that!! okay so i made an analysis document that i've never released here regarding yellow face as a character, and while making that document i noticed that. during tpo.t 2, when clock is bitching about winner leaving to go recover bottle, yellow face backs away, which, to me, implies that he's. kinda sick of clock's shit. he doesn't wanna deal with his and winner's drama. and then in tpo.t 3 he straight up says clock is a boring person. and yeah people cite that episode as like. y.ellowclock genesis or whatever. but then if that was true then what the hell is up with yellow face in tpo.t 10? he still doesn't seem to care about clock and winner!! honestly it just never made any sense to me..

would befriend irl

okay im gonna be honest. i really like two as a host.. i liked them from the beginning!! even when they were kinda snarky and condescending, they were a lot nicer than four, and were even willing to give up their power as a prize for a silly little contest!! and that's not even mentioning their dynamic with gaty and their sympathy towards clock in tpo.t 7.. just. they genuinely seem really generous and caring and i think they'd be really cool to hang out with and talk to... coincidentally they're also one of my favorite characters (and my favorite host as well) so that's a plus also; 10/10 would help them plan the next beefy die season

would never befriend irl

even though i love blocky with all my heart as a character, i don't think i wanna be involved in potentially lethal pranks... it would either end in him killing me or both of us going to jail forever.. or, alternatively, if i tried to go the "i can fix him" route, i'd end up paying an ungodly amount of money for his therapy bill (i doubt he'd pay with his own money, even though his show probably makes a lot of money lmao) and then just never get paid back... or, alternatively, i'd end up in the same boat as woody when he joined the blocky corporate conglomerate (at least, prior to b.fb 29.. actually i feel like i should mention that i'm talking specifically about blocky pre-split and back, he actually seems pretty okay in post-split)

...and that's it!!

it's been a wild ride (and a pretty long one too) but i really hope you enjoyed reading this, even if you have different opinions from mine! again, thank you all so much for getting me to 50 followers; i'm so grateful that all of you have decided to tune in to the nonsense words that i post every so often, and i hope you'll stick around long enough to see the next milestone special!! <3

[bluebeads-art]

your art is so amazing !!! i adored the 3d printed stuff (as someone who has had to design myself 3d printed merch before because i don't usually have much access to the merch in my fandom lol), it's so good?? and all your coloring is beautiful <3

all this to say it might not seem like i reblog much but rest assured all the stuff i liked (or didn't) went into my queue a few times over hehehe. i LOVE your art it's amazing <3

wishing you luck with the identity and health stuff, even if it doesn't get better i hope you find happiness within it 🫡

gah this got away from me sorry for the ramble

aaaaaaa I saw this message in a notification on my phone, said "I'll read that when I actually have time to reply," then the notification got dismissed somehow and if there's no notification prompt to remind me of something, it no longer exists to me. It's been a month I'm so sorry ^^;;

Thank you so much! I wish it was easier to convert more of my stuff to be 3D printable, but my usual modeling style is not watertight in the slightest and disregards gravity entirely. 😆 3D modeling has always been really cool to me because there's so many different workflows depending on what you're trying to make. Keeps things from getting stale!

Speaking of differences, I feel like people don't tend to mention my coloring. :0 I think my line art usually steals the show, heh. I used to be a lot more conscious about color theory and shading when I was younger, but these days there's no thoughts, only vibes 😂

Ok the line, "even if it doesn't get better i hope you find happiness within it" hit me unexpectedly hard (in a good way). Any nice messages I get always means a ton to me, but while I don't seem to be able to articulate why at the moment, I think that line will stick with me for much longer than usual. Thank you so much ♥

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Speaking more generally (this message just gave me a good excuse to talk, heh)- spoilers; the artist in my brain refuses to die. So after, like, a literal year of not touching it, I've started working again on a 3D modeling project that I started in 2021 that has been haunting me ever since. Been trying to redesign a robot OC of mine Rayner, and I'm really particular about wanting his joints to work in a physical space instead of bending the rules artistically. I'm Really bad at designing complex hard surface objects in flat 2D though. However, there's a reason artists tell you not to character design in 3D, and that's because it's slow, it's easy to lose design cohesion, and most importantly it just sucks, awful workflow. But I am Doing it. And while I was super stuck for years and almost developed a friggin phobia of the project, I am now Doing It. And it's actually working out this time. The 3D model itself is MILES from being done, but the design almost is, and while that's a boring end result for other people, it represents a huge milestone and accomplishment for me in many ways.

I've been drawing a little bit lately too! But I feel my social media hiatus has given me a healthier relationship with posting? Like I have a few doodles that I could either post now or post soon, but I don't feel the same pressure to anymore? Where even if I never post them, I think I'm fine with that. I've always thought I made art for myself, but that's not exactly true because I was also making art for the sake of sharing. And while I don't think there's anything wrong with that, I think being able to separate the two and be content with simply just creating is healthy. Also I'm still not as active on social media in general anymore which is probably healthier as well LOL.

So I'll prrrobably start posting again soon-ish now that I've broken this blog's posting silence? Not sure how to wrap this monologue up. My physical health problems are going to keep on probleming, but in terms of artistic fulfillment I've been in a much better place this past month, and that's a huge yeehaw from me 👍

[vampirevatican]

His Song

“strumming my pain. singing my life. killing me softly with his song.” she sings, and notices your anxious look. “oh! no need to worry, this is a joyous story.”

pairing - hobie brown x black! fem reader

genre/tags - tooth-rotting fluff, lovers, flashback, vauge angst/cute comfort, have been dating for awhile like he's moved into your house

summary - hobie comes home to find you making something in the kitchen and the sound of music, knowing the song he decides to check in on you and you can't help but remember the first time you met and how you fell for him.

notes - 975 words. literally 3 ppl found this idea very cute, so i deliver. tooth rotting fluff, vauge issues so you can input whatever and yes you do know he's a spider person in this one. food lacks description and so does the angst because if it didnt this would be longer and out by 2 years and 5 business days.

The speaker was playing an instrumental of killing me softly by the fugees as you started up on dinner. Knowing Hobie would be swinging back home after a long day of freedom fighting, anarchy and some rescues. You and him had been dating for up to two years now, of course within the first few months he came clean about his secret identity. As you vocalized with the song and started to sing your mind started to recall how you met him.

You didn't really know him back then, he was just some cute guy in a band that would play shows here and there. From friends you heard that he played guitar really good, that his band wasn't bad. Some friends had pulled you out one night to see one of his shows and you only agreed because it was close enough to home and needed to get out for a bit anyways. Your girls told you it'd be a small joint, a dive bar, and you almost backed out before one of them reassured you that it wasn't bad. Since they were going to dress up and slightly go all out, you decided to as well. Doing your hair up in bantu knots; leaving two sections out as twists, make-up, accessories, if it was a night out with the girls you were bound to go above and beyond. Going down some stone steps you walked into the bar and was met with neon lights, a couple of tables and a bar that was off to the side. It definitely wasn't that bad, the vibes in the bar were relaxed and inviting. Taking a seat off in the corner near the stage with your group; while one of them went to get drinks, that's when he spotted you.

That night while he was prepping on stage he had noticed a new face in the crowd. Hobie had to pull his eyes away from you and focus on tuning his guitar or else he'd be watching you all night. When he played though, it wasn't an issue to just play the strings and watch you endlessly. With each song it looked like you were in a trance, both of you locked in a staring contest. He wasn't sure what it was that had you watching him just as an intensely as he was looking at you, but he didn't mind it. After his set he had chatted you up, with acceptance from your 'gyaldem' of course, and enjoyed seeing you at each event he played after that. Now he lives in your apartment, and everytime he comes back it felt like home.

Hobie unlocked the door with his spare key and heard you singing. Picking up on the lyrics and beat he couldn't help the smile that crossed his face. He took a seat on one of the bar stools and rested his arms on the island that was connected to the wall. Looking through the kitchen window, watching you sway and sing. Your back was turned to him and he decided to either wait for you to turn or just surprise you. Turns out he'd do the later as the song neared it's bridge, cuing himself in. "Ayo, leng," He saw you whip around to see him and that smile made his day, "take it to the bridge."

You had grinned after he cued you back to singing and belted out the start. Continuing with wrapping up preparations for dinner, you placed plates on the island and finished the bridge still cheesing at him. He interrupts you with a kiss and you laugh, kissing him back.

Turning down the music, you both start to eat together. "So, how was the day spider man?" You asked him and he lit up, instantly telling you about his fights and successes in great detail. It was always endearing to see him so proud of himself. On days where it was a difficult you'd curl up on the couch or bed, and he'd do the same for you. " 'nough about my tales. How was your day, love? Any reason you chose that song?" There he goes again, reading you like a book. The smug look on his face said it all, he knew something was up. "Just, reminiscing. You've always known me so well Hobie." The admiring smile that was once there had faded into a smile that seemed tired. Hobie got up, taking the plates with him and heading into the kitchen. "Yea, but as well as I can read you, I can never really tell what you're thinkin'." He says, offering that shoulder to cry on, an empathetic ear. Following after him, you hugged him from behind and he turned to hold you close. Swaying a bit in the hug, he kisses your forehead, places a hand on your cheek and says "What's wrong baby?" with that you share with him how busy you've been while he's been out.

Usually he'd never come home this early. There was always some villain to fight, a statement piece to make, a protest. You never held it against him, infact you'd support him and get the word out whenever he had a political movement going on. When it came to him being spiderman you'd stay up late or set an alarm, just in case he came back a bit bruised up. Though, outside of this, being human could still be very draining. It was definitely not the same level as being a spider person, but he understood. Cuddling on the couch together he reassured you that you're just as amazing, strong and capable. Showering you in kisses and affection til your tired expression lit up again. He always knew how to make you feel better, even when it was really bad. Because Hobie knows you, your pain, story, life and he hit your heart everytime.