#they have to retrieve the treasure or something lol

[idkfitememate]

Geovishap reader bothering Xiao and Zhongli perhaps?

It would be cute lol

Zhongli & Xiao Encounter

૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა Pairings : GN! GPV Reader x Zhongli & Xiao + Liyue

૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა W.K. : 339

໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ Tags/CW&TW : Fluff, golden retriever reader really

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : WE HAVE THE FULL SET NOW YAY!!! ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა˖⁺‧₊˚

Both Zhongli and Xiao stared at the slightly larger and wee bit stronger looking Primo Geovishap that had been following them.

For four hours. Now usually, they would’ve killed you by now, especially seeing as you (despite the previous “wee bit” statement) towered over other primo geovishap, you just kinda… followed them around? Like a big ole puppy?

Zhongli then decided to test something.

The first thing that came to mind…

He summoned a pillar a little was away from the three of you, causing Xiao to look up in confusion.

You, however, ran your big ass all the way to the large pillar, RIPPED IT FROM THE EARTH IN YOUR MAW, and brought it back happily to the duo.

Holy shit.

HOLY SHIT-

You sat there, super fucking proud of yourself because maybe you made the duo proud of your super awesome strength, while they stood in shock and confusion at the situation.

You genuinely?? We’re acting?? Like a big fucking puppy?????

Xiao then also decided to run a small experiment of his own.

Summoning his spear, he launched it into the air. It was now Zhongli’s turn to look down, shocked.

You dropped the pillar, but instead of jumping for it, you sumMONED A GIANT FUCKING HAND OF GEO AND GRABBED IT OUT OF THE SKY. You then gently handed back the polearm to him :).

So when Xiao and Zhongli walked back into Liyue with you following close behind, they were totally ready to explain why you were staying.

You became the mascot for Liyue honestly. You’d deliver letters for people, you’d help set of carts, carry crates, more more etc etc.

And when need be, you’d kill- I mean harm treasure hoarders for the people :3.

You’d do anything to keep your new nation wide family safe.

Anything.

Zhongli and Xiao (along with the other Adepti) are your main caretakers though!

Besides, no has to know what you’ve been doing to the men who try to rob people in the dead of night! No one.

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : Primo Geovishap!Creator normally: 😁

When you fuck with a single flower in Liyue: 😃🔪

Mmmm, Chaos Boar, Pampered Otter, Parental Tiger, Eepy Fox, and now Slightly Psychopathic Primo Geovishap. The gangs all here! ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

Hope you don’t mind I made em a Primo Geovishap, just thought I’d be funnier lol ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

[ithinkabouttzu]

Hii!! Could you do a Treausre Junghwan as a boyfriend headcanon pleasee🩷🩷🩷🩵🩵🩵

Junghwan as your boyfriend!

genre: Romance; fluffy

warnings: none

description: So Junghwan as your boyfriend

- Okay okay, he’d probably be so cute and shy at the start of your relationship, like every little thing you do makes him blush so so hard

- He’s very respectful though, constantly asking if your comfortable with him holding your hand or things like that.

- He always makes time for you, even when he’s really busy with his schedule, it’s so cute how he will stay up late just talking to you, or get up extra early to talk to you before work.

- Plans the cutest first couple dates for you guys to go on, arcade dates, mini golf, ice skating, all of it. He makes sure you guys go ice skating just so that he can give you his hoodie LOL

- And now that fall is around he would LOVE doing all the festive stuff with you, going to haunted houses and carving pumpkins, it just makes his heart flutter knowing he’s doing all of this with the person he loves

- You guys HAVE to ft every night before bed, like he just needs to hear your voice before he falls asleep, your voice is almost like a lullaby to him

- Whenever you hug him, his heart explodes into a million little pieces, he thinks your so cute and pretty and when you wrap your arms around him he goes nuts

- he hates to see you sad or hurt, or just to see you suffer in any way, if someone is being mean to you, he will literally beat them to a pulp

- And when you’re sad he will just hold you tightly and tell you he’s so sorry for whatever it is that’s making you feel that way. He is a king at problem solving so if it’s something he can fix tell him and he’ll do it.

- Gives you his hoodies to wear all the time, really all of his clothes, even if you aren’t cold he will insist, you just look so cute he can’t help himself

- He’s so romantic though, he can plan some of the best date nights you could ever ask for, he’s just so sweet and thoughtful.

- He’s someone you never get bored with, he’s so full of personality and joy and he will have you giggling nonstop

- Tries his absolute best, you’re hwanies first ever real relationship so he’s fairly new to all of the boyfriend stuff, it’s so cute how he’ll ask his hyungs for advice for every little thing.

- He’s the sweetest guy ever, holding your hand, comforting you, he is the best golden retriever bf you could ever ask for.

(Thank u for your request! sorry if it isn’t long enough but this was just so cute!!! I loveeee fluffy treasure 😭🤌🏼🤍)

[ryuichirou]

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One reply + suddenly a hc list today! About the animals.

Anonymous asked:

Normally I rather dislike ace and duece as a couple but something about your art makes it ok... or at least more so than normal

lol thank you Anon!

I’m glad the way I draw them makes it more appealing to you.

thestarlightfae asked:

If the twst cast were animals, which animals do you think they would be?

Hehe, I’m coming back to your last question!

I feel like we talked about similar topics every now and then, so for this post to not sound very repetitive I thought that I’m going to make it more difficult for myself and actually give everyone a couple of animals. I also tried not to be too obvious, but I’m not going to not call the Leeches eels…

Also there is no equality there, some guys have more animals than others :( Sorry!!

Riddle –  a hedgehog, a mouse, a house finch… he just feels like a loud little bird sometimes lol He’s small but he could bite or prick or peck you. Of course, he is also a goldfishie..!

Ace – a fox, a red panda, a red cat. Always getting in trouble, but still pretty independent and sly, but also ekekek’ing happily when fed and spoiled. Capricious but also an idiot.

Deuce – a jack rabbit, a dog (a mutt), a rat… I don’t know he just feels like someone who could be a great and dear friend if you let him into your life <3 He is a little bit wild, but also easily tamable.

Cater – a ferret, a parrot (not sure which one), a husky-golden retriever mix. Kind of obnoxious and loud at times, but so incredibly magicammable! At the first glance at least, but he really needs an owner that understands him.

Trey – a bear, a badger, a turtle. Once again, Floyd’s nickname feels like it works perfectly for how chill he is… but he could still somewhat dangerous, even if he looks cute and cuddly.

Leona – a lion (shocking), a maine coon (is this cheating?), a panda. I don’t know man, he’s just here to relax, even if it bites him in the ass sometimes… but maine coons are supposed to be good hunters, so!

Ruggie – a hyena, a magpie, a raccoon. One man’s trash is another man’s treasure – he is excellent at finding stuff that he wants and taking it without anyone noticing.

Jack – a wolf, a kangaroo, an irbis.  Sorry, he is such a pup it’s very difficult to think about anything else, but… don’t provoke this guy!! He’ll fuck you up!

Azul – an octopus, a Turkish angora cat, a ram. Very careful and anxious, but also gracious and smart… and super stubborn and scary when angry!!! Also, angoras love to swim! And have the most gorgeous blue eyes.

Jade – an eel, a scorpion... But I also want to acknowledge dolphins because of…certain shenanigans that they do… anyways, this one is a huge DANGER sign. Anything venomous feels pretty much like him.

Floyd – an eel, a shark, a husky-wolf mix. Once again, the first two are pretty obvious, but he is also a wild fluffy beast running around and yelling… when he feels like it. When he doesn’t, he is super lazy and gets very angry when bothered.

Kalim – a mongoose, a puppy (can’t even give you a breed, just a puppy, something super expensive though), a parakeet parrot. A mongoose is just too ironic not to pick, but he is also super friendly, excited and sociable! And colourful, of course. Always the center of all the attention.

Jamil – a snake (viper/cobra), a chameleon and a caracal cat. Once again, cautious, independent, ready to attack but very sneaky about it. Also very gorgeous looking, it’s difficult to look away even if you know it’s dangerous…

Vil – a peacock, a show dog with tons of medals and awards, a horse. Speaking of gorgeous… Truly a magnificent creature that knows his own worth. Perfectly fit, perfectly pampered and groomed, but also has quite the temper.

Rook – an eagle, a fox, a hound. I feel like it describes Rook pretty much perfectly… An excellent hunter, but also there is something so sneaky about him. But then you look at him and see someone who is very friendly and open-minded, just like a dog! Weirdo…

Epel – a bunny, a chinchilla, a Pomeranian. He would be so mad, but let’s be honest, am I wrong? The last one especially feels like a no-brainer to me: so small and oh so fierce.

Idia – a skittish cat, an anxious borzoi dog, a fallow deer. Somehow both a loner and enjoyer of good company… he is cute and long and kind of both gracious and clumsy at the same time.

Ortho – a dog (Cerberus!), a clione (sorry it’s too cute Floyd is right again), a tiger cub. The last one is probably kind of sudden, maybe I should’ve went with something flying instead, but he does feel like a little pouncing hunter sometimes…

Lilia – a bat, a sugar glider, a shrike. Small, adorable, but oh god how fucking deadly. The more I think about it, the more I think of how much of a shrike he is…

Silver – a jackalope, a unicorn, a hippogriff. All fictional animals because he is just that otherworldly lol Probably isn’t fair to everyone else, so I’ll make it even more unfair and give him three normal animals: a swan, a hare, a deer.

Sebek – a crocodile, a bull, a dog (Doberman or Rottweiler?). He is a such well-disciplined dog, but also stubborn and kind of easy to provoke. Still, he is such a pup sometimes.

Malleus – a monitor lizard, a crow, a panther. The first two are pretty explanatory, but I just couldn’t resist the last one – had to give him a big gorgeous black kitty.

[rahuratna]

Heyyyyyy 🫶

So I was thinking about how the relationship would be with Nanami and a low maintenance partner. Low maintenance as in

- not Gojo is the first thing that came into mind LOL 😂

- values simplicity and is already very content with just being in the presence of Nanami, no matter the activity. Like cleaning together or just resting on the couch together

- probably a homebody like Nanami, doesn’t need expensive gifts or to go out on fancy dates

etc etc… basically someone with similar interests (cooking, drinking, reading, staying in, according to the JJK fan book) and chill energy level as a Nanami

I bring this up because it’s typically the grumpy x sunshine or black cat x golden retriever pairings, but I haven’t seen much of a chill homebody x chill homebody duo. Maybe I don’t read enough or maybe because there wouldn’t be much of a plot line other than the two characters just snoozing in bed or staying in and watching movies or enjoying simple domesticity… but that’s honestly my definition of ultimate happiness 😂 😂

Maybe on the outside it would seem boring to others but I’d like to think (for my sake) this type of relationship would have its own special type of quirks and connection.

What do you think? 👀

@courtneedsleep Gojo 😂😂😂 God, I LIVE for easy going, low maintenance relationships. I'm pretty much a homebody myself, so it bleeds a lot into my writing, whether I'm writing a pairing or not. I love describing cosy settings, creature comforts, food, things that are nostalgic or provide a sense of comfort.

My headcanon is that this kind of relationship would be very comforting to Nanami, and one he enjoys immensely. As someone who does work a fairly stressful job, I value the moments of calm, when I can simply exist in a beautiful space, do physical things, like cooking, gardening or going on a long drive, activities where you can switch off and go into autopilot. Having a partner who can match that energy and is comfortable with it is a blessing.

There is beauty in muted physical contact, touching someone to simply remind yourself that they're here, with you. The little unique sounds and scents that belong to them, the way they clear their throat or shuffle their feet, the weight of their head in your lap, the tiny changes in their facial expression as they read something; these are all the small, but precious treasures of intimacy, the sweetness of companionship. Nanami strikes me as the quiet, but observant man who would find so much value in those aspects, as would his partner.

As much as Nanami states clearly that during his time as a salaryman, he thought of little else besides making money, there's a strong contextual side to this that can't be ignored. He was never after luxury, he just wanted to ensure a simple, ordinary and comfortable life for himself, one he could pursue free from the stresses and tragedies that had been heaped upon him.

Being as pragmatic as he is, he would have been fully aware of the value of money in providing that for himself. For Nanami, it was never about the wealth, or some kind of high status lifestyle. Money was a means to an end. This is why I'm convinced that the most precious aspects of Nanami's relationship with a partner would be the myriad small experiences he has alongside them, from sharing books, to lazy commentary on a movie on a Sunday afternoon, to baking a loaf of bread together, to drinking coffee on the balcony on a quiet morning with the same sun on his skin and theirs. These are the things he'd love.

Nanami strikes me as a man who values his space and privacy, and that sharing it with someone else would require a very high level of trust. Sharing space with Nanami would be the equivalent of dusting out that high, unreachable shelf in his heart, and occupying your rightful position there. I do think that someone like him would want their partner to understand the significance of opening their homes and lives to each other, in the simplest of ways, ways that he will always cherish and never take for granted.

I think that a partner like this, who can provide that safe shelter away from the storm, who creates a space for Nanami to grow as an individual, who is comfortable in the warm silence of true companionship, who treasures those golden hours of calm repose, would be someone Nanami would definitely consider spending the rest of his life with.

His heart is an ordered garden, but when you wander long enough, the wild flowers that bloom in sweet silence are the rarest and most beautiful.

Thanks for another lovely ask! They give me so much joy 🌻🌻💛💛

[jerzwriter]

If the cap fits...

I don't care where you live; you must have heard me scream when I opened this treasure from @/artbyainna this morning! Agh! Look at my babies! I already had a commission planned for them when I created Trystan's Holiday Recap, where we learned about Carolina's gift. It was @lilyoffandoms who said, "I need the art of this, STAT!" and I wrote Ainna and said, "We need to make an adjustment." lol I hope the CoP fans out there love this half as much as I do, because that would be a whole lot. There's a little drabble below to accompany this.

Book: Crimes of Passion Pairing: Trystan Thorne x Carolina Rose (F!MC) Words: 740 Rating: Teen Summary: Carolina has a little surprise for her prince, but how will he take it?

@choicesjanuary2024 - Day 12 - Transformation (because Trystan has certainly undergone one.)

Crimes of Passion Masterlist | My Main Masterlist

It was early evening, the sun was just beginning to set, and Trystan was anxious to put the work day behind him. He was shoving folders into his desk and about to lock the drawers when Carolina sauntered in. If there was one thing that could distract him, no matter what he was doing, she was it. His eyes lingered over her with every step, the puppy-dog look on his face so unbecoming for a Drakovian royal, but there was no use fighting it; he had long since given in. But there was something different about her today. She appeared less tense, relaxed even. The gleam in her eye and the devious little smile tugging at her lips told him one thing for sure: she was up to something.

She plopped down on the chair before him, crossing her legs and placing a brown paper shopping bag on the desk before meeting his eyes with a playful yet seductive stare. Trystan couldn't keep a straight face any longer.

“All right, what are you up to?”

“Me,” she responded coyly, holding her hands in mock horror. “What on earth suggests that I’m up to something, Detective Thorne?”

“That smile, that tone, that deliciously playful look in your eyes... what are you doing, Carolina Rose?”

“Well,” she pulled the bag to her lap. “I may have gotten you an early Christmas present.”

Trystan’s face fell. “No. You can’t give me anything yet! I don't have anything to give you.”

“I don’t need anything,” she smiled. “Besides, I know I’m helpless at stopping you from spoiling me as the month progresses.”

“You’re learning,” he smirked. “So, what’s in the bag?”

She gleefully stuck her hand in and held out a black baseball cap... not the dark navy of the Yankee caps he had become so familiar with... and this one had white lettering; he took it in his hand to read.

“Armchair detective... armchair detective? What does this mean?”

With a little giggle, more fitting for a schoolgirl than the hardened detective she had become, Carolina began to explain.

“Have you heard the term armchair quarterback? It means someone who watches football, insisting they know better than the coach on the field. They bark orders at the coach and scream as if they're the coach, all from the comfort of their couch with a bag of Cheetos at their side.”

“I’m familiar with the term, dear,” he replied sarcastically. “But what is an armchair det...” his mouth hung open as realization set in. “Are you saying I’m an armchair detective?”

“Well,” she teased. “You’ve had some success, I’ll give you that, but you are still very much a newb.”

“So... I’m the armchair detective?” he was bordering on insulted, but Carolina just shrugged playfully.

“I mean, if the cap fits....”

“So then, what does that make you?”

“Funny you should ask that,” she grinned, reaching into the bag to retrieve one more item. Flipping her long golden brown hair back, she placed a cap on her head, carefully tucking any loose tendrils within. Trystan leaned closer to see what hers said, and in a matching font, it declared: Detective.

“Detective?” he asked.

“Well, that’s what it says on my tax form.”

Unable to keep a straight face, she doubled over in a fit of giggles.

“I am deeply hurt,” he scolded with the tone of a man who had been destined to be king.

“You know I'm joking, baby. But come on let's take a selfie! Our friends will love this!"

“I think not.”

“Come on! Where is your sense of humor?”

“Oh, I have no problem with the selfie. I don't even have a problem with your pale attempt at humor... but there is no way I am messing up my crowning glory by wearing that cap.”

To drive his point home, he flipped his head back, running his hands through his luxurious locks, as Carolina looked on with amusement. 

“You are such a diva!”

“I am,” he declared proudly, rolling his chair over to hers and pulling her into a tender kiss. “But I’m your diva.”

“And don’t you forget it!”

“Never!” he smiled smugly, pulling his phone from his pocket.

“What are you doing?” Carolina asked.

“Ordering us t-shirts.”

“T-shirts? What kind?”

“His and hers... mine will say Diva... you, my love, are an Armchair Diva.”

“Hey,” she said with a laugh, "if the shirt fits..."

@choicesficwriterscreations

Tagging others separately.

[amaleu-antmat]

The case files of Jeweler richard vol. 8 spoiler!!!

I'm going to post some pieces that made me go wild with giggles in this volume.

Richard, Seigi and Catherine have arrived at the mansion, only, it's terribly dirty and full of dust, no one has lived there for a while, after Catherine explain that they will have to collect 33 marbles she hid in the mansion for their treasure hunt Richard looks like he has a headache lol

He say "You've saying you hid them all around the estate?"

Catherine "Yes I did!"

Richard "Then go retrieve them and we are done"

After discussing for a while with her, Catherine bursts into tears but Richard is unforgiving and is really prickly even to Seigi that tries to calm the situation. So Seigi just randomly blurt out "what to you want for dinner tonight? Meat? Fish?" 🤣

Richard is dumbfounded, and Seigi replies that since there is nothing in the fridges apart from lemonade (made by Catherine) they should go buy something at the supermarket, and also get some cleaning supplies, and jokingly said he wasn't sure if he'll be allowed to expense that, referring to their time at Etranger when Seigi went to buy things and Richard told him to hold onto the receipt 😆

That little joke was enough for Richard to recollect himself, he say that Seigi's right and that he should take Catherine to show him where the stores are, but before that he needs to calm her down.

Before Richard goes to Catherine, he looks at Seigi.

Seigi blurt out again "have you decided what you want for dinner?"

Richard "Whatever you want, chef. Gosh, what a ridiculous reunion this has turned out to be. But I'm very glad I get to see you" he added hastily, looking slightly anxious. Seigi thinks that that phrase has become a habit for them, the priority though was to make his mother stop crying so he pat Richard on the back to encourage him to go, but Richard look at him as if he forgot something.

Seigi "I'm really happy to see you too. I would've said so earlier, but figured it was more than obvious. You look as beautiful as ever today" 😍 (kyaaaaaa Seigiiiii)

Just hearing that put a smile on Richard's face as he hurried back to where Catherine was.

[fiepige]

More Sea Serpent Hobie thoughts!

(been thinking about this au all day, it's completely consumed my mind!)

I was kinda toying with the idea of Hobie being able to take a human form. (In this version most people wouldn't know that sea serpents exist so he uses it as a way to interact with humans without revealing his true nature to them)

He visits a small local fishing village from time to time to hang out with the locals- mostly at the pub, but he also likes hanging around at the harbour

Cause he just gets lonely sometimes and humans make fun company- he finds tales about daring trips to sea entertaining, but he also loves to hear stories about places from far within the mainland as he's always stayed close to the ocean.

Nobody in the village knows what he really is- they all just think he's this odd but kind loner who visits from time to time.

He's well renowned by the people in the village, both for being a nice and helpful guy and because of his unique skills*

He never pays for anything in cash but instead in old trinkets and treasures he finds while out at sea - this resulted in a few arguments at first, but now people have come to accept it, some even look forward to seeing what he'll pull out as payment whenever he visits

if he doesn't have any treasure to pay with he'll offer to pay in favours- specifically favours that involve diving.

*If you need a diving job done he's your guy

He can stay underwater forever and go far deeper than any of the locals.

So if you need to retrieve something from, let's say a sunken ship, he's your guy!

He insists on going on missions alone- it's just easier to get it done if he can dive unseen in his serpent form.

The only people he doesn't get along with are authority figures and whalers!

There aren't any whalers residing in the village but sometimes a whaling boat will come by to restock. Every time they do Hobie terrorizes the crew as much as he can get away with. While also being very vocal about his opinion of them in general. He's gotten in fights with them more than once.

It's also not unusual for the whalers to find their ship vandalised if they stay overnight.

When he's in his human form he lives on a small island near the village, but far enough away that he can't be seen changing from serpent to human form and vice versa

He has a small hut where he keeps some fishing equipment (mostly for show in case a human comes by and wonders how he's able to feed himself on this tiny island) as well as a small garden where he grows different greens.

He'll trade his food for stuff with the villages, he mostly trades for clothes, sewing equipment or beer at the pub

Sometimes he'll disappear at sea for weeks at a time- if any of the villagers question him about it he'll just say he was out fishing- despite him only owning a small rowboat with a small engine, that doesn't work half the time. - He uses it to get to and from the island in human form as to not alert the villagers to his true form.

At some point he befriends Gwen**, who's a newcommer, when a local overhears her lamenting the loss of her mother's trinket at sea, and they suggest she asks Hobie for help- since the guy has a way of finding things lost at sea

Gwen doesn't really believe he can actually find it but seeks him out nonetheless cause it can't hurt to ask

Hobie accepts the job. In exchange he wants Gwen to tell him about the places she's been to before she moved to the village.

(** you can kinda replace Gwen with any character you want. I'm kinda considering making a small fic for this au where the reader takes Gwen's place, but I don't have the time nor energy to write it any time soon. Also I've never written a fic from the first person point of view so I'm not sure how it would turn out lol.)

Lemme know what you guys think! 💙Any input is welcome- it can be world building stuff, story stuff, ideas for hobie's serpent form or something else!

[writernopal]

Manuscript Search Tag

ALRIGHT this is going to be a FAT post because I have quite a few of these to catch up on and I didn't want to spam lol

Tagged by the following lovely peeps!

@talesofsorrowandofruin, here

@oh-no-another-idea, here

@justnerdy15, here

@sam-glade, here

@ellatholmes, here

Thank you all so much! 💙

Tagging (gently): @duckingwriting @acertainmoshke @callahanscorner @lorenfinch

Your words will be: savor, energy, camp, and fortune

From @talesofsorrowandofruin

bandages

The words tangled in my throat as the open door revealed the lavender lizard pirate standing there, bandaged and supporting himself on a cane. I clutched my hand to my chest and nearly bit my tongue to avoid screaming. Of all the guests I might have expected, he was not one of them. But I suppose I should speak, shouldn’t I? I couldn’t simply stand there looking at him.

crawling

He departed, and while I did my best to temper my anger, it got the better of me as I seized one of the paperweights from my desk and threw it across the room, shattering some glass thing wherever it landed. Mar-Dur knew we would not follow him into waters crawling with the Pale Navy. It would be suicide. Though if he was going willingly into those cursed seas, it must mean that he was searching for powerful allies, heavy artillery, or both.

dull

I missed him more than I could put into words, and much as I tried to deny or convince myself otherwise, I loved him. The dull ache in my chest grew, and I started to cry. I’d missed people before; in fact, I’d spent most of my life yearning for the company of those I could not be with, but these feelings were different and altogether more painful.

extraordinary

Perhaps it was silly, but it reminded me of his grandmother’s story about the Kingdom of Frogs, hidden under the humble visage of a well, just as this place was hidden within him... A wonder unlike any other took over me, and with it came an overwhelming need to protect...to protect what? Him? This place? I got the sense that it was extraordinary despite his writing it off as ordinary.

From @oh-no-another-idea

black

I sat up and reached over to the small end table beside the tub to retrieve my soap when I saw a strange black smoke creeping in from outside my tent. A panic entered my stomach. Was this the Third Prince’s magic? I choked back the scream in my throat and watched it closely to see what might happen next. It began to grow thicker and started to crawl up the air, coalescing into the form of something.

gauze

I don't have this word, so have an AASOAF fun fact instead! In the original telling of AASOAF, Wilkes attends a formal event dressed in Lizardfolk robes heavily inspired by Mexican Mariachi dress because I think he'd really like the style IRL!

skin

She was leaning against one of the masts and somehow managed to look imposing and enchanting at the same time. Her face was long and elegant, each feature upon it well-defined and distinguished. Her eyes were a golden color that stood out against her skin and hair; both appeared the color of rain-dampened soil, rich and dark.

paper

She’d traveled in nightclothes, a cloak, and bare feet; even I could admit that probably didn’t feel good despite not personally needing to wear shoes myself.  Humans had paper-like skin on their feet, so they could hardly withstand things like pebbles and small branches, unlike my kind, who stepped on things like cactuses without issue.

fabric

The fabric of her dress rustled as she produced the pouch of treasure I had snuck into her bag the night before. She wasn’t here to return it, was she? She couldn’t be that stupid, right? Though I suppose she could be. Intelligence was not a credit she could be so confidently assigned, at least not in the same way one could with her honesty.

From @justnerdy15

heart

“Do you think they’re alright?” I asked softly. She laughed. “Child, don’t tell me you are still soft-hearted after being in my service for two years. Very little should concern you about society now; you should see this as nothing more than mere entertainment. When you get to my age, things such as these are commonplace.”

rain

It seemed one of the ropes of my makeshift tent had come loose from the branch I’d tied it to, freely letting in the rain as a welcomed guest. I frantically gathered my things, but it was no use. They were ruined! But what about—?! I gasped and dropped the blanket I’d been holding and patted my pockets hurriedly, sighing relief upon feeling the card tin safely inside one of them.

sound

As I chewed, I looked over the landscape and marveled at how peaceful it was. There was a gentle breeze, the sound of tall grasses sliding past one another, bugs flitting all throughout the air, and birds chirping, hidden in the boughs of their chosen trees. I might enjoy it more if I wasn’t in the company of an absolute tyrant.

bold

I wouldn’t be bold enough to say it looked comforting because it didn’t, but it was a relief to lay eyes upon, if only because it was the last remaining gesture of kindness being shown to me. I reached up nervously and took it. He pulled me up with ease and then quickly replaced his steady grip with my bag’s handle instead.

From @sam-glade

wing

The woman began to approach with slow, deliberate steps. Wrong again. Miss Frère walked with a bouncy urgency that swished her skirts ever so slightly to make the most gentle rustling sound. Perhaps to sound, well, like the beating of a dove’s wings. Yet another thing this woman was not.

want

It was an odd way to sleep, but I didn’t want to question it if that’s how she was most comfortable. I shifted ever so slightly, and then it was silent again. The low crackle of the fire in the hearth and the occasional firework outside punctuated how uniquely awful this lack of sound was. I wanted to take her into my arms, but she didn’t seem to share the desire, or else she would not be so far away. But she was cold, right?

win

“If’n her type be tall and handsome, she will forget ‘bout him entire when she claps eyes on me. Landlubber be right squat.” I declared smugly. She laughed. “Well, let’s make this interesting then. If you don’t manage to win her over, then tomorrow night, you must wear a corset.” I eyed her for a moment, then glanced back at the woman in the starling mask. Perhaps I was a little out of practice when it came to charming women, but surely I was not so useless. Pulling a woman away from a man like that should be easy for someone as dashing as me.

wait

I expected her to come back after that, but instead, she stood there until the vessel disappeared from view entirely. Would she wait like that for me if I ever sailed someplace without her? And would she be awash with tears as she was now? I hissed quietly, trying to shake the image from my mind. I didn’t like it.

From @ellatholmes

iron

I took a few deep breaths and cursed my hands for being so uncooperative as they failed to strike sparks with the flint and iron that had been sitting on the mantle. After several attempts, I gave up and decided to use matches instead. Though I wasn’t sure why I thought that would be any better. Upon opening the box, several tumbled out and onto the floor, and I even snapped a few as I tried to light them.

ache

Okay this word is in the snippet for dull somewhere up there and since I don't want to put it here gain, have an AASOAF fun fact! Axtapor was original a blue Lizardfolk but then I realized that I had like four other Lizardfolk characters who were blue and decided that I needed more variety so I chose to make him lavendar instead.

ice

Her voice was smooth and cool, like a piece of ice upon the back of one’s neck on a sweltering day. Still, her tone did nothing to take the annoyance out of paying for setting foot in here. I eyed Hartim with a frown as I fetched the advertised twenty-five pieces from my pouch.

bone

I watched as she carefully sliced the meat away from the bones of a desert hare I hunted earlier. The meal would be that and roasted potatoes. A far cry from the handsome meals she was cooking back when we lived in a proper house, but it was better than starving.

[psychewritesbs]

Was it ever explained why Tsumiki, in particular was chosen to be a vessel to a reincarnated sorcerer? I've yet to reread the Culling Games so I may have forgotten or didn't notice the explanation, but on the chance that it was never cleared up, don't you think it's way too convenient how it all played out? That the 'opportunity' Sukuna was waiting for happened because Yorozu (his glorified simp) reincarnated in the body of Megumi's sister?

Makes me wonder what was Sukuna planning to do if Yorozu possessing Tsumiki was out of the equation? Cause we know he can't harm anyone because of his pact with Yuji. Maybe he'd have Uraume kidnap/kill Tsumiki. But I doubt that would be enough to get Megumi to succumb completely though. Since it wasn't until Sukuna killed Tsumiki with the TST that Megumi relented and I doubt having someone else kill his sister would have the same effect.

It also raises the question of how involved Kenjaku was in this whole ordeal? Cause pretty sure he's the one planting these reincarnated sorcerers and picking their hosts. I'm aware he had suspicions that Sukuna has his eyes on one of the students (though I'm not sure if he knew it was Megumi that Sukuna took interest in) but I don't think he and Sukuna were in cahoots in this at all (at the very least they didn't make any mention of it in any of their conversations we've seen). So does that mean, Tsumiki have always been a vessel ever since she fell into coma. Did Kenjaku just get lucky when choosing a vessel or did he purposely target Tsumiki because of Megumi (maybe he kept track of them because they were related to Toji)?

Then there's the fact that way back in chapter 1, Megumi who was sent by Gojo to retrieve Sukuna's finger just so happens to also be a compatible vessel. Like we all know, with Yuji Kenjaku was pulling the strings in the back. Didn't Kenjaku say that it didn't matter if Yuji swallowed the finger then cause he'd still find another way to make Yuji eat it? But what's the case with Megumi?

Is it really just coincidence, that in a one in a million chance, he so happens to have the capability and compatibility to host Sukuna as well? I remember someone mentioning it before but looking back at chapter 1, it seemed like Gojo and Kenjaku were both sending their 'champions' to retrieve a famed treasure (Sukuna's finger) and it's just so funny cause in a way it reminds me of Kenjaku's beef with the 6 eyes and limitless users. No wonder they were the bane of his existence 😂.

But back onto the question, is it fate/destiny? Cause the concept seems alien in JJK's standards. I wonder if aside from Kenjaku there's someone else orchestrating their own scheme behind the curtain.

It's just, there's so many suspicious stuff surrounding Megumi's increasing 'connection' to Sukuna that I wonder if this is somehow a play on fated souls or something else completely. In any case, I would really love to know your thoughts on this, and pls do correct me if I was remembering things wrong.

Wait... just... um... just saying that I love Yorozu lol. This is a Yorozu certified friendly blog lmao.

She's my crazy bitch I love her.

AND to your point, I'm not sure anymore. Like, let's say it was a twist that could be under way, or it could totally just be thick ass plot armor and Gege didn't think too much into it lol.

But....

I hope it's the former. Perhaps it was a coincidence that Sukuna happened to take an interest in Megumi, but something about Tsumiki being chosen feels like it could potentially be an obvious attempt at getting the Zenin kid with 10s ct involved in a major conflict like the Culling Game.

To be fair, I think it's still to soon to tell, but in retrospect, it really does look like Sukuna saw a shiny object (10s) that he decided he wanted to take for his own gain.

I do still feel like Sukuna acknowledges Megumi's potential, which goes back to what you said about the lengths he had to go through to break Megumi's will.

If there is a fated soul connection here, I think it comes back to how Megumi has to overcome Sukuna. Sukuna represents what Megumi could be if he got out of his way--Sukuna's mindset is unburdened by love and reason and so he is free to be himself.

In that sense, Sukuna has been a catalyst for Megumi's growth from the beginning.

Idk I'm having a hard time grounding this idea but I totally see what you mean. It's something that feels like it was a coincidence, but wasn't really a coincidence lol.

Ah! Sorry anon, that's kind of all the thoughts I have on the topic atm. Not sure if that helps. Let's keep this in mind tho, not only is it good brainrot, the theme of fate is running in the background in jjk.

Thanks for stopping by!

[fullofsunsetwhispers]

Who are two xs character who never met and probably never would meet anyway, but you think would along if they could?

I think Megan and Jesse would have been fast friends. Megan would even wanna try on one of their leather jackets and ride on their motorcycles. I also think Dyris and Katnappe would've gotten along. (I think Dyris and Gigi have beef though. No reason for thinking this, I just think they'd have funny beef)

Megan and Jesse as besties? Oh, yes, they would hit it off in an instant. Jesse would even make her an honorary Black Viper Member only to piss off Jack lol. Tbh tho I think all of the Black Vipers would ADORE Megan. For one, she’s cute. The second reason could be that she has had sinister ideas for a 5-year-old lol. They would see potential in her. Besides, she’s fun to hang out with and they could’ve developed older sisters – younger sis relationship. If it weren’t for Megan’s parents the Black Vipers could kidnap her (illegal adoption my fav trope). As for Jesse-Megan's friendship, I bet their favorite activity includes gossiping about Clay and Jack. I even see a mental image of girls sharing the most embarrassing moments of their bro/cousin in front of them. Poor cowboy and evil boy genius kindly ask them to stop, but Megan and Jesse are not even close to the merciful young ladies.

And I agree with anon Dyris and Gigi could have some beef going on simply because of… the conflict of interest. In the episodes featuring these two, it was revealed that

1. Dyris’ plan for world conquer includes covering the whole planet with water

2. while Gigi’s vision of Earth is to expand his plant kingdom and turn all people into plants.

I presume they would argue a lot simply because if one of them succeded – it means the failure of the other one. If Dyris’ plan comes to fruition – Gigi COULD change humans into plants BUT as we know not all the plants like humidity. (and I think Gigi would kinda… die too? Because plants also need soil and Dyris will make sure there would be no land whatsoever?)

Likewise with the opposite situation. If the Heylin Seed’s plans ever came to fruition, it would be impossible for Dyris to retrieve the Lunar Locket and make her dreams of an ever-ending ocean possible.

So, yeah, I also see them as enemies even. Unless they made an alliance in which half of the planet could be Dyris’ Ocean Kingdom and the other – Gigi’s jungle with plant-people society. But it doesn’t seem like a good option for either of them bc they’re too greedy for any compromise, at least in my mind.

Dyris and Katnappe, tho – damn you’re right. They have similar personalities – always trying to get what they want. Once they realize they have a lot in common – they could team up. However, let’s not forget Dyris is a predator and I am more than certain she would double-cross Ashley (du-uh she would literally take advantage of anybody regardless of her likes or dislikes. It’s canon). And Ashley is smart enough not to get involved with ‘the water business’. What I’m trying to say, is their friendship would work out only as evil lady acquaintances. When push comes to shove – it’s either Dyris who tricks Ashley to do her bidding

- or Ashley, who dumps Dyris in the last moment (hopefully before the disaster that requires heroes’ help to undo this)

As we know, Ashley has a tendency to leave her evil partners if she no longer likes the job. I see her telling Dyris something along the lines: ‘too much water? it’s not my thing. I hoped for some treasure chests with gold but if you’re not going to provide I’m outta here’. Additionally, I’m not rejecting the idea of Dyris trying to eat Ashley even if she lived up to her end of the deal. There are no friendships on the heylin side.

On the other hand, there are two villains whose team-up would work out. Sibini and Hannibal Roy Bean. They’re both mind-control masters and they have some past with Chase. And I think if Sibini was ever freed from the wu, they wouldn’t mind helping Hannibal in his revenge against Chase. It would be very interesting if Sibini possessed Omi and made him fight Chase. (if someone reading this wants to write a fanfic based on that, give it a shot please!)

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As always, I leave quite long commentaries, so maybe I’ll move on to the other brotps that in my opinion, would work out.

1. I place my bets on Megan and Le Mime. (yes I love Megan. She deserves to interact with EVERYONE) I can see Le Mime taking to Megan. He would treat her like a princess. He would be the only XS character to truly enjoy her tea parties and take joy from that. Please, consider Le Mime giving Megan invisible balloons and flowers bc that’s damn wholesome. Another bedrock of their friendship would be founded upon pranking Jack tbh. Let’s take as example that situation in which Le Mime gives Megan these ballons, as I suggested earlier.

Jack: Yo, where’s my cousin? Her parents want to leave in an hour.

Le Mime: (points at the ceiling with a smug grin)

Jack, internally screaming: Megan what the hell are you doing up there!?

Megan: I’m flying! You didn’t want to give me your Heli-pack so Mr. Mime helped me to fly!

Jack: (sigh) Ok, whatever. Just come down, will ya?

Megan: Nope! (flies further away in the deeper parts of Jack’s lab)

Jack: Le Mime, please I beg you. I won’t vaporate mimes, I swear! Just bring her to me! She’ll listen to you!

Le Mime: (mimics he wants some payment in form of 2 slices of cake)

Jack: FINE! JUST HURRY UP!

Le Mime: (uses an invisible bow and shoots 3 arrows so the balloons could burst. Then he catches Megan in his arms)

Megan: aaaw. It’s over already? :(

Jack: (takes his cousin away from Mime’s grasp) You. You are a bad influence.

Le Mime: (shrugs, content of the accusation) :) (waves Megan goodbye)

And that’s one of the reasons it’s never peaceful at Spicer Manor lol. All it takes is Megan’s simple request: hey you wanna re-paint my stupid cousin’s robots? And Le Mime’s already on board haha

2. My second suggestion for a nice friendship is the Guardian of the treasure of the Blind Swordsman and the Bird of Paradise. She could be his eyes, y’all. The old man is not a fan of her singing, tho. However, he agrees she’s a great companion. Thanks to her he doesn’t feel as lonely as he used to.

3. Tbh I’m totally in favor of Jack’s creations to find some friends outside Jack’s basement. And I thought – why can’t they be besties with monks’ U-bots from Mr. Tohomiko? Meh, I know it’s impossible coz Jack is an enemy and in consequence, his robots are technically enemies too but I love some unexpected friendships, ok?

4. It’s already people’s favorite but Leafy and Shimo Staff is like the cutest brotp the fandom came up with. It’s my personal favorite now too! They’re cuties. I almost want to draw them as humans someday.

5. Klofange and Chase's warriors. I can't explain why YET but there would be mutual respect between the two parties. They would share stories about their victories as huntsmen or something.

So, to wrap things up, I stan Megan as Le Mime’s little antics-helper and an additional Black Viper. I also want that old Guardian to have someone to talk to and I chose the Bird to be his friend. Dyris and Katnappe could find a common ground quite easily as long as they won’t partner up because that would mean the end of their friendship. Sibini and Bean have a lot in common. Parasite solidarity, am I right? Also let robots hang out despite the rivalry of their masters/owners, alright? And you already know I adore Leafy and Shimo – after all I put them in a boat together in that one silly drawing of mine.

These are my top unexpected XS friendships and my thoughts on how these relationships could work out (or not – if you count that commentary about Dyris and Gigi). Hope ya’ll had a nice read.

[loudvig]

Lol this was done a few months ago that I never really finished.

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Lumine x Alhaitham

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Title: "Lumine", a biography by Alhaitham

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Warning: spoiler-ish, after 3.2 archon quest, mention of unaliving but only if you squint

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"That was a long fight, Paimon wasn't sure we'd beat those ruin graders but we did! But there's no treasure anywhere!"

While Paimon grumbled beside her, Lumine step up to retrieve the moss-covered metallic box. The design was crude with any lingering paint destroyed by years buried in a damp clump of covering.

A treasure, the village keeper lucidly said though in what way, that was the question.

"Ooh, it's unlocked, let's see inside. Maybe there's more stuff in there." Paimon chimed in as she hovered close.

Lumine nodded.

"Oh," Paimon pouted, "just a book."

Lumine smiled at the sheer disappointment from Paimon.

"Well, I guess it is fitting that a book is a scholar's treasure, yes? It may not hold much value to us but I believe Hadi will be ecstatic to have something of his returned."

"Yeah, you're right!" Paimon put her hands behind her and smiled, remembering the old village keeper with his amicable smile.

He was a quiet man with a predictable set of routines. Those were what kept him sane, Candace observed. Most of the time, he'd sit near the village chief's house and just observe the goings of Aaru village, wearing his smile though one could see the sad tilt of his eyes.

Was he sad for being forever banished from Sumeru city? Lumine was curious and approached him to know his story.

He was indeed a quiet man. He noted her presence but made no attempt at acknowledgement. Lumine took no offense and waited on the sidelines. During those times, Paimon was busy looking for food, flying back to Lumine only when her hands were full.

It was due to one of Paimon's quick flyover and the subsequent spill of food that Hadi finally broke his silence.

"Ah, be careful aziziti. Didn't your mother tell you not to run?"

"Uh, what?" Paimon was confused while she tried to rescue anything edible.

"Aziziti? What does that mean?" Lumine tilted her head and asked softly. It sounded like an endearment, she thought.

Hadi paused and chuckled, his eyes which for one moment seemed to liven up and then clouded soon after, as if whatever illusion he was in broke at last. "Ah, my apologies, young ones. It was nothing. Merely a," he lowered his eyes, "a passing dream."

"Dream?" Paimon inquired with a clean piece of bread on her mouth.

"A dream. A memory. I can no longer differentiate," Hadi shook his head. "A part of the past I can never return to. Ah, I shouldn't have spoken of my long-gone youth for I was reminded of another failure of mine."

Hadi once again looked back to the crowd. "How I wish to go to that place," he whispered.

"If it's nothing big, I think I can help," Lumine softly intruded.

Hadi was quiet. "I have nothing to pay for the errand, traveler, but this old man appreciates the offer."

"It's okay," Paimon chimed in, "you look like you really need it."

Paimon turned to Lumine and added, "anyways, if it's an adventure, there's bound to be some treasures along the way, right?"

"Treasure? Yes, it is a treasure," Hadi murmured.

"Oh, goodie!" Paimon's energy skyrocketed.

Unfortunately, the treasure was not Paimon's kind of treasure.

"Well, I guess only scholars will view books as treasures," Paimon pouted while she floated around Lumine.

"Ooh, maybe this book contains a guide for hidden treasure caves?"

"Paimon," Lumine chided as she closed the box with the book inside.

"Hehehe, kidding," Paimon smirked and followed Lumine out of the cave system they trekked.

It was a remote location, hidden deep in the forest with the entrance covered in hardened mud and rocks. From a landslide, Lumine presumed. The journey itself was uneventful save for a few ruin graders seemingly trapped in the last bowel of the cave system.

It was as if they were lured there.

Could it be...Lumine shook her head. It wasn't the first time she uncovered a graveyard for someone, it certainly wouldn't be the last. If only by doing so, people could finally obtain the closure they need for the things and loved ones they've lost.

As Lumine handed the box to Hadi, she wondered if she had helped him at all. When tears trailed down his face and he hugged the book to his chest, for a moment, Lumine regretted ever reaching out a hand.

Not because of Hadi's tears. No, it was merely the foreknowledge of an eventual parting.

That night, Lumine and Paimon left Aaru village. Not long after, Lumine received a letter from Candace.

Hadi had died in his sleep and he had left behind something for her.

The book she retrieved for him.

"He wanted you to have it," Candace handed the letter. "It seemed he had sensed his time was coming to an end and so he left behind these instructions for the few possessions he had." Candace patted Lumine before leaving.

Lumine clutched the book on her chest and at the dead of the night, alone, she opened this book that carried a life.

And blinked.

There was nothing inside. It was all blank.

A note tucked between the pages slipped out.

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Dear Traveler,

Thank you for finding this book. This is more than a collection of paper for me. My beloved and I invented this book together. In all of Teyvat, only two copies exist. One I owned had been lost while this one was from my soul, a Spantamad scholar named Nadia. She was a woman whose love for travel ensured that we were separated on most days than not while I, a Haravatat, found myself satisfied buried in books and ancient texts. How we came to be, all were faded memories, but there is one thing I know with absolute fact. It was a great pleasure to be connected with my beloved even when she was afar. Thus, I consider this book a treasure.

If you wish to unlock its full potential, you must look for its other half. Without it, this would be just another collection of paper, devoid of any life.

I leave this to you not with the intention for you to seek its missing partner but to entrust the dreams of my Nadia. In these pages she wrote of countless sceneries and wonders I only get to read. As a fellow traveler, I believe she would be happy to pass it on to you.

I implore you to use this book, if nothing else but to record your journeys.

Hadi.

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A journal.

Lumine stared at the book for a long while and then she searched for a pen.

Hi, she wrote on one page and waited.

Nothing. It seemed she really need to look for its partner before she can use whatever ability this book had.

Curiouser and curiouser. The book was filled with elemental energy. Lumine noted after using her elemental sight.

A book to record her journey, huh.

Lumine hadn't thought of writing down her adventures. How could she when her brother was around to remember for her and she too would recall the stuff he had forgotten.

Perhaps, there was a need now. For her brother wasn't around when she began this journey nor would he be there before the end.

Would he still be there after? A voice Lumine continuously snuffed reappeared.

Would he still be Aether? The voice grew loud.

After all Nahida revealed, maybe Aether is already...

Even the voice could not utter what Lumine deeply feared.

That Aether is dead.

No!

The single character was a familiar sight. It was a word written from Lumine and Aether's mother tongue.

Written boldly, loudly on the blank piece of paper.

Lumine caressed the word. She had journeyed far too long in Teyvat that the mere sight of a word had jumbled her senses.

Indeed, this book with its missing half could serve as her record of this world. For all that she had lost and for all that she had gained.

In a language completely unknown in Teyvat, she wrote these words:

My true name is Lumine and I have a twin brother, his name is Aether. People here know me by a different name; for them I am the outlander or simply called, the traveler.

But for you, my nameless friend, I am Lumine and this is my story.

On the other side, through the sea of sand, past the towering Wall of Samiel, between the verdant forest and inside the imposing grandeur of the Akademiya grounds, a book, unassuming and discarded amongst countless other books was pulled from its shelf where dust had settled.

In this corner of the House of Daena, only the most voracious of book readers hunted the forsaken shelves and this book in particular held no discerning value except perhaps its subtle glow under a vision bearer's curious eyes.

The man flipped the book open and in the barely lit hall, his dendro vision illuminated his surprised expression.

"Hm, what are these runes?"

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And so begins the tale of two strangers who eventually became each other's confidant only to discover after twists and turns that they've known each other all along~

[ladyinredxx]

This is sooo high school, but here are 20 facts about me

1. 5′1″ in height (156 cm).

2. April Aries born on April 16, year 2000

3. INFJ

4. I don't smoke or drink alcohol. You can still get me dancing or singing along to good party music, though.

5. The weirdest yet wholesome site that I visited is Omegle lol. I watched a 12-round boxing match with a 26-year-old Englishman I met there on Discord. I actually enjoyed it because I knew a little bit about boxing. My papa loved to watch them and I used to join him as a kid. I still watch them on my own in my spare time as an adult, researching about boxers and titles, and my sister would call me weird.  😂

This guy knows and likes Manny, has attended a live boxing match once, and his favorite boxer is Tyson Fury. He actually showed me more Fury content after the match. It was just something unforgettable because he was respectful and very passionate talking about all of that stuff. I was 23, btw.

6. One of my favorite aspects of being a woman is being able to dress up and express myself through clothing that shows my love of classic styles. I'm doing it for myself as it serves a purpose in my life that goes beyond superficiality. Fashion is an outgrowth of my character and a means of expressing my individuality. Knowing that I’m put together also gives me the motivation that I need and helps me get through the day.

Believe me, achieving it doesn’t require a lot of money but one’s interest, creativity, and sense of self. It’s a psychological phenomenon, and I know I'm not the only person who gets a serotonin boost from doing it. :)

7. If the parallel universe is true, I hope that my other self is living a soft life. I hope she has a flower or book shop of her own, a Golden Retriever, a garden, and has all the time to prepare three meals a day.

8. I feel drawn to Audrey Hepburn, and she continues to be my role model. She was a pioneer in many humanitarian initiatives back when she was alive. She stood out for her commitment to advocating for the welfare of underprivileged children in her role as a UNICEF Goodwill Ambassador. I've long admired this advocate for children's rights because she shared my passion, hopes, and dreams for children, as those who know me well can testify. 

9. This is my favorite Audrey Hepburn quote which I hold very dear to my heart: “As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands: one for helping yourself, the other for helping others.”

10. I love writing and receiving handwritten letters. Rarely do people take the time to sit down, spend a few hours gliding a pen across paper, and make sure that the words that flow from their hearts are clearly expressed. 

I'll definitely cry at the uniqueness of your handwriting and the sincerity with which you've described your emotions. It is something I will always treasure.

11. I don't need a man, but that doesn't mean I can't love one. They say that a woman who aspires to become a doctor has no interest in getting married. While this theory may hold true for some individuals, there are many married female doctors out there. 

After all, regardless of career, I'm just a woman who grew up hearing about princes and fairytales and, at some point, wished she could have her own. Only that it doesn’t have to be perfect; it just needs to be pure. 

12. I've always thought an older man would be the perfect partner. Someone who’s 2-5 years older is my ideal type for real (Idk it’s cuuute when he’s older). It will be much simpler to come to a compromise with one, and being in his arms will make me feel safe and loved. Ofc, nothing beats one who takes the initiative, knows his priorities, is emotionally intelligent, has a provider mindset, and is ready to commit to you.

13. I’m a dog person. Though I have a soft spot for large-sized dogs as they’re usually calmer and more gentle (especially senior dogs). Don’t get me wrong, large dogs aren’t necessarily superior to small dogs in any way. I know many people who are fond of small breeds as having them suits their lifestyle, besides the fact that they prefer adorable and hyperactive furballs. Regardless, dogs are a blessing in life.  

14. I'll take yema, polvoron, and pastillas over imported chocolates any day.

15. My mom originally wanted to name me “Tatiana” or “Cacharel” [Ka-shah-rel]. She was totally set on them, but my father stood his ground and didn't let her name me either of those names. I won’t lie; I like the rejected ones better.

It doesn't, however, imply that I have come to hate my current name. No one among my friends or I know any Filipino woman with such a name. So, I find it to be quite unique. 😂

16. Letters to Juliet has one of my favorite movie scenes. It's about Claire, who in 1957 was forced to leave her love and wrote Juliet a letter about it. She asked for her perspective but received no response. Sophie, a writer, found Claire's letter 50 years later and took on the job of "Juliet's secretary," composing this reply, which I memorized by heart:

Dear Claire, 

"What" and "If" are two words as non-threatening as words can be. But put them together side-by-side, and they have the power to haunt you for the rest of your life: What... if? What... if? What if?

I don't know how your story ended, but if what you felt then was true love, then it's never too late. If it was true then, why wouldn't it be true now? You need only the courage to follow your heart. 

I don't know what a love like Juliet's feels like - a love to leave loved ones for, a love to cross oceans for - but I'd like to believe if I ever were to feel it, that I'd have the courage to seize it. 

All my love, Juliet

Claire took Sophie's advice and eventually married her long-lost love, whom she sought and found. She later read the letter aloud at her wedding in honor of Sophie, saying it wouldn't be possible without her.

17. I love fur pillows and blankets. This may sound a bit odd, but rough-textured blankets do not keep my feet cozy, making it difficult to sleep at night when I use them. But I don't have a choice during an overnight stay in someone else's home, so I accept whatever is offered. You can’t tell me to not use them either because I also can’t ditch the blanket even on a hot night. There must always be a blanket on me.

18. Playing the drums has been a dream of mine ever since junior high. The last time I saw a real drum set was when I tagged along once with a friend to watch him play with the band he formed with some of our music-savvy college friends in preparation for the school’s BoB event. 

I was there for their rehearsal, and I couldn't take my eyes off the drummer as he skillfully varied the speeds and dynamics of his hands while also including his feet. I had never before witnessed someone playing the drums up close. We were in an enclosed space, so I could really feel the strong vibrations the drums produced when hit. It was cool.

He was a friend and a classmate, but I was too shy to ask him to teach me at least the basics, so I never really had the opportunity to learn.

Though, in my spare time, I still watch drum covers on YouTube hehe.

19. If you’re a guy who’s 2-5 years older, we are meant to be together if you have read this far without skimming. If you saw this right away but are about to read the entire thing anyway from the start, then you must like meeeee. Haha jk.

20. Love languages: physical touch, words of affirmation, acts of service (aaaaaa this is so corny, but yes, as an oldest daughter who’s always been independent, I felt the need to include it)

[webbyghost]

OK I was thinking about this again and I made some changes-

Cameraperson has the camera attached to their hand somehow. Their game is to keep filming at all times, all of the other games their friends are put in. Once all the games are done they'll be given a key or whatever to be able to take it off, but if they stop filming it will explode. And they're not allowed to interfere with the other games in any way.

They're otherwise able to move about the city freely, and have to find their friends by using a crude 'treasure map' that john draws up, and they get more pieces from each location. They cant stick around after the games are over- there's a clock at each location that shows how long they have to find the next place or risk camera explosion.

The other games are all based off of children's games, playground equipment, etc:

Hot potato- two to four people have to pass a device around, but it's covered in blades or nails or something that makes it hurt to catch, but if dropped then they all die. Each person is chained to a wall in a room behind them- when the timer goes off, the loser (whoever's left holding the device) is pulled backward into their room where they're killed.

Jump rope- the 'rope' is an electrified metal cable of some kind, player has to keep jumping until the timer runs out. pretty obvious what happens if they don't. 'Rope' speed increases as the time goes by.

Monkey Bars- Player has to cross from one side of a room to retrieve a key, only way to cross is the bars. The bars are widely spaced, and spin in place; maybe some of them are rigged to come loose when too much weight pulls on them? (I am not an engineer. I do not know if this is feasible.) There's a 50 foot drop if they fall. Once they have the key they have to cross back over and unlock the door. There's a time limit.

See Saw (lol)- Three or more players. The see saw like structure they're on is easily unbalanced. Above them is an almost scissor like device that spans the room- every half minute or so it closes, with the implication being that if you're too high up, you risk getting bisected from the neck up. As the timer runs down, the device lowers just before it closes again. There's a scene in which it looks like one player is going to get got, but they time it just right and are able to bend down enough to where they don't die, but do lose an ear perhaps. If the players can keep the see saw balanced enough by the time the game is over, they can all win. (This is a saw movie though, so of course they don't all win. Also, losing a player makes it harder to keep the whole thing balanced.)

Cameraperson's tape says something to the effect of 'you went looking for me, running all over the city and putting people at risk in your search for me. Now you will go on another treasure hunt, but this one has a catch. The prize at the end of this map is your life." Some kind of mention of how cameraperson and their friends are still children, playing at adulthood, so surely they'll have fun playing games with him.

Hire me lionsgate

So, I've been listening to the Jigsquad Pod, in which they discuss how the first Saw film had a very urban legend tone to the story (which. I love. Love. LOVE.) that isn't present in the rest of the franchise. And as someone who has a particular fondness for both found footage and mockumentary style horror, (and having just finished Butterfly Kisses) I thought of something.

I would have absolutely LOVED a mockumentary style movie set before the events of Saw 2, with some film crew going out to try to verify the truth of the Jigsaw killer story. Maybe even set before Adam and Lawrence's game, you know? Before Jigsaw ever made it to the news, like after his first couple of games, when he's just a whisper, a rumor, a boogeyman you tell your friends about.

Some young punks with cameras going out to try to find him, or try to find anyone willing to talk about him. (Hilarious thought- they actually interview either John or Jill who either A. Dismiss the concept or B. Warn them about knocking on enough doors looking for the Devil) And of course eventually they wind up playing their own game. Maybe they're rude to John/Jill/whoever, maybe they just get a step too close to finding out the truth.

It would be a vastly different kind of movie, with them not ending up stuck in a trap like the majority of the victims, but rather like Zepp's game- they have to complete difficult challenges all on camera or they die. The challenges would have to be painful, personal, and they'd have to keep filming or they automatically fail. Maybe the cameraman's challenge is to keep filming, stay on his side of the camera, not allowed to help no matter how much his friends beg?

Cause of death could be poison again, but I rather like the idea of the ending being one of them left, has just barely failed the challenge, and they set the camera down or something, walking off screen, and the last thing we see is either someone in a pig mask following them incredibly closely (think that extremely good scene in the Exorcist 3 with the nurse) OR the camera is picked up and follows the survivor- cut to black or have them turn around and scream, either way could work if done right. Gotta have the iconic game over though, either way.

I don't know how to end this post except to say I want less cop-centric entries into the Sawniverse.

[decembercamiecherries]

word prompt: punch 🥊

All it takes is that one moment--that one barely audible hiss of pain for Gon’s world to turn on an axis.

In a second, Gon is across the room. His punch lands hard, his knuckles colliding with bone until they break, and the enemy crumples to the floor. He doesn’t get up.

Gon spins around. Killua is gaping at him, skin paler than pale except for the red mark on his right cheek. “G-Gon--what--?”

“Are you okay?” Gon cups Killua’s face in his hands and turns him this way and that. The frantic panic bubbling in his chest twists and morphs into a burning anger as the redness on Killua’s cheek grows more pronounced. He shouldn’t have punched the man so hard. He deserved a much worse punishment for maiming Killua. “What did he do to you, Killua? I heard you cry out.”

Killua sighs but doesn’t resist as Gon continues with his examination. “He slapped me. But it didn’t hurt, I was just surprised. He caught me off guard.”

Gon knows better than that. Pain always hurts Killua, he just doesn’t let it affect him. But still, it doesn’t make any sense.

“How did he land a hit on you? You’re the fastest person I know.”

Killua’s eyes dart to the side. “I, uh, was distracted.”

Gon frowns. “By what? There’s no one else in this cave but us. You told me you would handle holding him off while I retrieved the stone. So what changed?”

“I…I was worried. About you. You sounded like you were having a tough time getting the stone out so I lost focus.”

Oh.

Killua lets out a squeak as Gon pulls him into a hug. Gon runs his fingers through Killua’s hair, murmuring, “You never have to worry about me, Killua. I’m fine. As long as you’re here with me, I can do anything.”

[just-a-new-gi-writer]

A scenario in which Genshin has this message board similar to Animal Crossing where we can type anything we want. The Creator is mute and can only offer encouragements/praises by leaving cute lil love notes to the Acolytes on this particular message board. Thus, it is considered a sacred relic and all offerings are left here. The Creator, as a player, finds these offerings as a daily treasure box with random goodies lol. Acolytes chosen as vessels on that day always look forward to the...(1)

(2) …messages, especially since the Creator has a habit of changing up team comps and mains so nobody feels left out. It deepens both the rivalry and camaraderie amongst the vessels, especially when the Creator ends up getting a new character that deviates the supposed schedule (since they have to focus leveling up and testing that particular character on the field).

A/N: Enjoy!

Word count: 2000, exactly. I know, I'm surprised too.

CW: None

Masterpost

taglist: @iyohime

There was a welcome chill in the air as the two guards walked down the well-trodden path. A few leaves had begun to change their colors; it would not be long before the rest would follow suit. It was a quiet path, even though it was a well-known and well-traveled path. Dozens took this path out and around Inazuma City every single day, bringing their thanks, well-wishes, and gifts.

One of the guards was dealing with the last, carrying in his arms an elegantly carved cherry-wood lockbox, inlaid with amethyst and iolite. Every day, her Immortality gathered offerings, some from the noble houses, into boxes like these to be blessed by a priest and then sent down the path. It was rare for him to get a glimpse of the contents, but he’d seen them this morning. He did wonder why these things were being sent on- mushrooms, thieves’ insignias, rusted machine parts and smoldering cubes. He’d heard that yesterday’s offering had a beetle try to slip out from under the lid.

It wasn’t his job to worry about Their Light’s offerings, however. Ahead of him, the path made its final turn.

At the end of this famous path lay the humble shrine of the Creator, a pearl of Inazuma City. The nobles constantly fought against the Shogun, wishing to expand this shrine that sat so dear and close to Their heart, but time and again She rebuffed their efforts, keeping this place as such.

The low, red and white walls ringed the plot, a tall and wide gate sitting astride the few stairs up to the main area. Sitting as though built into the great sakura tree that dominated the place was the heart of the shrine- a bulletin board, crooked and cracked with age and wear but still standing, sturdy and strong. Paper grew from it, forming sheets and knots; ink occasionally seeped from the cracks, swirled around by an invisible force. Offerings were given at this shrine in the Creator’s honor, and if They were pleased, messages or orders would come loose from the board. This was the daily dealings that Inazuma and her Shogun did with their God.

Sitting all around the shrine were the gifts laid and structures built, either left by the Creator in distaste or taken in gratitude and sublimated into the great tree that dominated the shrine. Prayer slips illegible and jutting from the bark everywhere, fine jewelry being absorbed by errant branches, food being digested inside baskets woven from living roots.

The guards frowned as they approached the center of the shrine. There, like in any of the other days, sat the irregular sheet of paper the Creator had made for them that day, the one that they were tasked to retrieve for Her Eternity. But instead of a pristine paper marked with neat lines of characters, a stream of thick ink poured down its length, dripping into the pan that collected what fell from Their board. Before either of them could react, something on the board broke, sending several half-formed sheets, several malformed and knotted wads of paper, and the ruined orders tumbling down into the pan alongside a new burst of ink.

The two guards shared a glance. This had been happening with concerning frequency these days- what should have been a simple offer-and-receive turned into… this. The guard with the box went off to set the offerings down and retrieve yesterday’s container, freeing it from the day’s growth of branches while the other guard inspected the board more closely.

Advice for a marriage, encouragement to give things another try, admonishment for lying to a friend… the handwriting was all identifiable and identical, but nothing on the board looked like it was what he was supposed to look for. No official seal, no addressing of the Shogun or any of her major subordinates, nothing. It took a minute more of searching before he found something promising, folded inside of one of the sizable knots that broke earlier. Pulling the paper out and inspecting it, he realized it was what they were looking for.

Once he read it fully, he realized that it was but another harbinger of unrest.

There was an uncomfortable chill in the air. Kamisato Ayato and Guji Yae Miko outwardly sat calmly on opposite sides of the table, but everyone else in the room shifted their gazes between the two with visible unease. Not only were these two bright minds of Inazuma frequent foes, skirmishing over any minute detail that got in between them, the world had given them something new over which to lash out at each other- as well as those unfortunate to be in the same room. In fact, two of their frequent targets were in the room at that very moment.

With visible wariness and caution, Thoma set a steaming cup of tea in front of Ayato. Ayato glanced down, delicately grabbed it, and took a sip. “Thoma.”

He flinched. “Y-Yes, Waka?”

“Do you remember my order for tea?”

“Of course I–”

“What was it?”

“Black tea with a touch of milk–”

“And?”

Thoma sighed. “Waka, we both know that there weren’t any of those tapioca beads here. It’s an odd enough good that we had difficulty procuring them for the estate, how do you think they would stock those here?”

“Then perhaps my servants should have thought ahead, hm? Quite unwise to think of a beloved of the Creator like this.”

There was an unsettling chuckle, sending a chill down the spines of most of those in the room. “My my, little Ayato,” Yae Miko smiled behind a hand fan, “perhaps one should know how that Great One expects Their chosen to behave before admonishing others.”

“Oh,” Ayato laughed back, “a thousand pardons. I was just caught off guard, being chastised about ‘proper behavior’ by someone who must have the rite of penance memorized by rote.”

“How cute. Perhaps one might need a reminder about who was elected Their chosen first.”

“Perhaps one needs a reminder of who was chosen after putting their old, disused toys away.”

There was a sudden tinge of ozone in the air. “Do you think Their Grace has abandoned Their beloved? Come now, do you really wish to test that assumption?”

Another voice joined the conversation, one that had remained calm through the developing argument. “Now now,” Shikanoin Heizou looked up from his pile of snacks, “both of you back off; no sense in wasting your breath on each other. The Truth and Light can have more than one favorite, can’t They?”

Yae spared a glare his way. “Such a thing is easy to say for a simple mind that demands all of Their attention. Do you think no one found it odd that a certain someone necessitated a new set of artifacts? I just wonder what might possess a mind like that to claim that they ‘could not resonate’ with a set of artifacts that worked exceptionally well for everyone before them. Quite curious indeed.”

“For your information–”

The grand doors at the end of the hall slid open, revealing a simply-dressed attendant. The room quickly hushed, sitting attentively to the announcements she would proclaim on Their behalf. She took a seat at the end of the table, not hiding her discomfort in being near Yae and Ayato.

She cleared her throat as she straightened out the papers in her hand. “Their grace has again accepted our offerings and has given our nation new orders for training and improvement of Their favored. Those from Inazuma include the prestanding…” she hesitated, “Shikanoin Heizou and Thoma.”

The mood in the room darkened. “…And?” Ayato asked.

Yae leaned in. “Who else?”

The attendant seemed scared of what she was about to say. “Alongside the two newcomers…”

“Newcomers.” The word slid off her tongue dripping with disgust.

“Well,” Ayato asked, “who are they?”

At that moment, the other, less impressive, set of doors slammed open. Everyone turned to look at the intruders to the reading of their Creator’s guidance. Silhouetted in the doorway was a broad, muscled wall of a person whose overcoat was flung open. Red lines traced his body ending at two crimson horns, stark against his white hair.

A great voice boomed through the room. “Guess which Oni finally had their dream about that golden comet! That’s right, Arataki ‘The One and Oni’, ‘Numero Uno’ Itto! Here to take his rightful place alongside all the other Vision holders atop Inazuma City and serve That Big One Above The Sky!”

A tired voice behind him spoke up. “Boss…”

Itto quickly pulled a person from behind him up to his side, rambling through his next sentences quickly. “–Alongside the Deputy Assistant of the Arataki Gang, Kuki Shinobu! Who had her dream of the violet comet just last night. And who would also very much like to work for Them.”

As the guards escorting the two interlopers pushed them into the room and gently guided them to their seats, the rest of the room turned their eyes to the attendant in disbelief. She struggled to meet any of their gazes, choosing instead to bury her head in the paper she held. “The two newcomers are… Arataki Itto and Kuki Shinobu.”

The reactions were… less than ideal.

Most of the people in the room were venting their frustrations at each other or at the attendant, in complete disbelief that the Guarantor of Eternity would choose, much less give an iota of attention, towards the braggart oaf of Inazuma. But two people in the crowd aimed their frustrations at a specific target.

“Curious,” Yae Miko glowered at the newest members of the team, “I thought Their Grace only bothered to call upon their servants who had more than a handful of sense in their skulls.”

“Yes,” Ayato continued. “I thought our Undying Light chose only the best and brightest, but They must certainly be taking pity on the… less-deserving.”

“Ah, you know,” Itto shrugged, “felt like a coin toss whether you get picked or not. I guess I won this time! And hey,” his tone began to sharpen, “perhaps They just wanted someone that didn’t complain about others all the time and who can actually, you know, care about other people? They’re more than just the god of being high-and-mighty.”

“Boss,” Shinobu grabbed his attention. “They’re jealous and trying to get a rise out of you. Deep Peal’s had Their hands full and the flunkies are upset that They’re not paying attention to them. Let them huff and be upset all they want, you and I are the ones getting attention.”

“Oh, I see…” He turned back to the two insufferable Vision-wielders. “So is it true? You two just have your underwear in a twist over nothing?”

“Boss!”

“My,” Yae cut in, “what an observant little weasel. I wonder which of us Electro users might actually be of use to Their Grace. A priest hundreds of years in training, or a little runaway who can’t bear to show her face and true colors.”

“Hey,” Itto stood up quickly, partially shoving the table back, “back off! You clearly don’t prove that age makes you better, you hag! Memory serves, I was the one who won our little competition while you called it quits! So clearly, the Head Honcho prefers someone with a little staying power.”

Ayato raised an eyebrow. “This coming from the Oni who was laid out for weeks? Yes, excellent display of constitution, there.”

“You too? Alright, bring it! Both of you, right now, I’ll prove I can–!”

A great, snarling peal of thunder broke through all the noise, drowning out every voice in the room, rattling the walls and windows, reverberating inside the chests of all gathered. Everyone froze, the thunder continuing to roll as the seconds dragged on. When it finally subsided, the room hung deathly silent as few seemed willing to make another sound.

The attendant cleared her throat. “…Shall we move to the next bullet on the agenda?”

[sourstrawberriezz]

Hi!!! I normally don't send requests (don't even know if I'm at the right place lol). Anyways, I'm wondering, could you right something about the reader being good friends with Emily and also a guitar player? Like an enemies to lovers thing with Hunter 'cause she caught his attention?!

Bye!!

Of course I can! I absolutely love this idea- (Thank you so much for the request btw!)

After your fifth period class was over, you headed to the cafeteria to have lunch with your childhood best friend, Emily. You took your seat across from her and started up a conversation. “Then I was all like ‘give me my favorite guitar pick back!’ and he wouldn’t! Moral of the story, Skip Hoffman absolutely sucks.” You finished with a sigh.

“Wait hold on just a moment-! Did you get the pick back? I know you treasure that one since you got it at that Metallica concert a few years ago.” Emily replied with concern about your favorite little piece of plastic. “Oh! Yeah, that Clay Moss kid from Molley Coddle got it back for me.” You smiled taking the pick from your pocket and showing it off to Emily.

“Enough about me, what is going on with you? Anything interesting happening?” You asked with enthusiasm. “Wellll.. I got a boyfriend! Or, at least I think we’re dating.” Emily answered with a light blush on her face. You, on the other hand were left jaw dropped. “What!? Why didn’t you tell me sooner!?” You quietly shouted while whipping your head around looking for your best friend’s mystery boyfriend.

“Oh my goodness (Y/n)! Stop trying to look for him!” Emily’s scottish accent really showed when she got flustered. Then your eyes locked with a pair of bluish green eyes partially covered by long brown hair. ‘This isn’t weird right? No! It’s not weird because he was staring first!.. I think.’ You thought to yourself as he broke the stare and quickly turned back around.

After school, you went to one of the music practicing rooms to play your electric guitar. You kept your door cracked open a bit so that you could have playing competitions with Emily. Down the hallway you could hear the cello through Emily’s barely open door, so you played a riff that you’ve been working on for a while. What you didn’t know was that your audience wasn’t just Emily, but also Hunter Sylvester. He had drove to the school to pick up Kevin since he drove him there. On his way to find Kevin, he found your passionate guitar playing instead. He peeked through the window of the door and saw your head thrown back while absolutely shredding that guitar.

He was mesmerized. He’s never seen such love, hard work, and commitment put into an instrument before except whenever he plays. “Metal..” He mumbled before you finally finished. Hunter snapped himself out of his trance and continued down the hallway to retrieve his best friend.

*The next day*

“Hunter please! You have no idea how much she shreds! Just give her a chance.” Kevin practically begged Hunter to give Emily a chance to be Skull Fucker’s bass player. “Oh my fucking god fine Kevin.” Hunter gave in rubbing his temples. Kevin texted Emily and she said she could go to Hunter’s, but today was also the day you and Kevin would meet. Kevin told Emily to just bring you along, and that she did.

Here you were, in the Sylvester house’s basement, accompanied by Emily, Kevin, and Hunter. You were beyond shocked as you heard Hunter tell Emily that she can’t be in the band just because she plays cello. Hearing him degrade your friend pissed you off badly. “Y’know what Sylvester, Emily doesn’t need this band if you won’t accept her for the damn instrument she plays! So you two will see us at the battle of the bands next Friday cracking skulls.” You confidently stated as the room went quiet. All eyes were now on you, but you didn’t budge on your decision. “Kevin it was nice to meet you, can’t say the same for your friend though. Let’s go Emily.” You said as you grabbed the horrified girl’s hand and left.

You and Emily came up with the name Bloody Locket, and for the next week you spent all of your time practicing with Emily, arguing with Hunter at school, and making sure everything was perfect for the battle of the bands. It was happening in two days, so your brain was going haywire. Emily assured you that everything would go great, but you couldn’t help but overthink.

‘What if I play the wrong chord? What if a string snaps? Oh my god, what if I forget the whole song!?’ You thought to yourself. Emily noticed your change in mood the past week, and was getting really worried. She also noticed how much more serious you were about this than she was. Emily was taking this seriously and was going to try her best, but she wasn’t stressing out like you had been the past few days.

*Two days later*

Here you were getting antsy backstage at the battle of the bands. Emily had filled you in yesterday about how Hunter was sent to rehab, which equally surprised you. It also opened your eyes a bit. Hunter dealt with his own struggles and issues, so why were you even being rude to him in the first place? Well it’s because he was shitty to your best friend.. but he apologized. Okay, it’s because uhm, uhhh.. you don’t actually know. He just returned the mean behavior every day so you just went with it. In reality, there’s really nothing to be mad at him for anymore.

After finishing arguing with yourself in your head, you walked over to Hunter who was also backstage, and decided to apologize. “Hey Hunter?” “Huh? Oh uh hey (Y/n).” He replied awkwardly not knowing why you’re talking to him in a calm manner. “I just wanted to say-” “Actually I have something important to tell you. (Y/n), you are so metal, it’s fucking insane. The first time I saw you play, something happened to me because of how much passion you put into that guitar. At first I had no clue what it was, but- I- I thought it was that I hated you I guess? I later found out it wasn’t that I hate you, but actually the opposite. Look, I just want to tell you that I’m sorry for how I acted and that I really like you.” Hunter finally finished. “That.. was pretty much what I was going to say, but you already spoke for the both of us so..” You heard Molley Coddle getting cheered for indicating they were done with their song, so you and Emily were up now. (I’m sorry I don’t know what to put here-)

*1 week later*

A lot of things can change in a week ya know? You and Hunter were now together, you had merged your bands after the battle of the bands, and now you’re in his basement practicing songs with your favorite people. Things couldn’t be better.

(Hey guys! I’m so sorry this took so long to get out, but I finally finished it! I hope you liked it!)