#this host is both so elegant and so calming....

[always-a-joyful-note]

Oh man....the voice acting in this is another level of insane...

[nyashykyunnie]

˗ˏˋ Jinwoo Drabbles ◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ ˎˊ˗

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・┆✦ Entry : 028 ✦ ��・

‼️[ TW: Implied Yandere Jinwoo, suggestive end <3]

╰┈➤ ❝ [ Jealous. Jealous Jealous. ] ¡! ❞

What kind of rage is more terrifying than one that is being displayed in the open like a volcanic eruption? 

The type that is silent.

The kind of rage akin to that of a blazing flame that sits beneath calm serene water free of ripples. The kind of fury hidden inside a doll that has been abused and thrown by its own, developing a curse within it’s porcelain glass that is pristine and free of cracks

That was the kind of rage Jinwoo holds beneath his expressionless exterior.

Though his empty grey orbs displayed nothing, there was an undesirable wish to set everything ablaze. To bathe this glorious ballroom in brilliant dancing embers.

Oh but he had to hold back. 

He has to.

After all, his beloved is currently attending as a plus-one in this small gathering of hunters and celebrities alike are present. Jinwoo never really thought much of it, he invited you since for one; you are his lover. Two; he wanted to show you off to the world.

Sure, you could say that he’s doing that just to prove to everyone that he loves you more than anything or to perhaps end the rumours that he is secretly dating famous actresses or some rich girl or someone else. But all those things came in second really. His real priority was to see you dressed up pretty.

Of course, you’re always been pretty in Jinwoo’s eyes. Your figure dressed in an outfit that accentuates your beautiful body. Meek but elegant jewellery on your ears and most importantly— Your pretty face gleaming underneath the brilliant lights in this ballroom. The golden glow on your face just made you more endearing.

You are the apple of Jinwoo’s eyes.

But ah… You two aren’t alone in this little gathering.

People kept approaching you. At first, it was merely small talk and greetings. Nothing really wrong with that. But Jinwoo was perceptive. Too perceptive.

He knew how men do their things, he isn’t that stupid since he is one himself.

He could see the way those grimy bastards flashed you their charming smiles. How their hands were twitching to rub their digits over your skin that only he is allowed to ever touch.

Ah… Jinwoo could feel his head about to burst the more he watches the men flock over you for your favour.

He tried to stay calm really, but the more the seconds ticked by, the more he watched them try to woo you over— He wanted to call over his children and maul them over to death.

Jinwoo stayed in his spot, with hazy grey orbs so far gone in the stirring rage brewing within his stiff body.

The moment he spots someone about to land a palm on your lovely waist— Jinwoo charges forward and stops the hand. His hazy grey orbs now glowing with a terrifying hue of purple.

“Well aren’t you having a good time?” Jinwoo says with his low voice, warning and daring the bastard to do something. 

The man stiffened, paling at the up-close sight of the shadow monarch that is craving to put an end to his life right then and there. Jinwoo has the look that could kill, even his eyes can be enough to put your 6-feet under.

As Jinwoo roughly let go of the man’s hand before wiping his palms and then extending it towards you. 

Of course, you obediently take his palm. The moment he felt your skin, Jinwoo flicked his head to the host and said; “It’s late, my lover is not a fan of staying up late at night. We’ll be on our way now”

Without even batting an eye back to the crowd that froze due to his ministrations.

Jinwoo would have been calm when you both arrived home. But you kept talking about the famous celebrities who  were polite to you. The way you smiled was endearing but irritating at the same time because someone else is causing you to make such a pretty expression.

You didn’t even stop even as you both arrived in your bedroom. 

Eventually, Jinwoo would lose his patience and there would be a visible shift in his eyes.

Eyes had always been mirrors to the soul, and Jinwoo for one— Had especially expressive ones. His blank face may be devoid of anything but his eyes would always manage to show what he really feels.

The way his grey orbs are sweeping over you right now, it was dominating. It was as if Jinwoo was holding back a destructive dam, threatening to swallow him whole and then bursting.

“So, you find that Mr. Cheong is charming?” Jinwoo cocks up an eyebrow, putting one step in front of the other— Causing you to step back with the sudden overwhelming feel of Jinwoo’s shift in his demeanour. “You seem so entranced by his gentle and witty personality, in contrast to me, who is gloomy and awkward.”

You end up stumbling backwards, sitting down on the chair behind you and Jinwoo leaned forward, his hands resting on either side of the armchairs— Caging you down as he cocks up an eyebrow, teasing you to answer him.

“Hm?” Jinwoo muses, lifting his hand out to touch your hand— Making you all the more flustered and confused at his actions. “Maybe I should start reminding you some stuff, baby. Your memory has gotten a bit… Foggy.”

He mumbles, lifting your hand up to his lips and kissing your palm, then your knuckles, then to each digit before his gaze swept up to you again. Those intense, grey eyes, boring into your very soul— Piercing every cell in your very being. It was hypnotising, as if you were a snake being seduced by the sounds of a wind instrument.

The way he was hovering above your head, those ebony black locks of his falling forward as he hovered right above you— You could feel tingles starting from the very soles of your feet rising to your very heart that was already thumping so madly.

Oh you knew, you knew,.. you’re in for one hell of a marathon with the monarch.

“I won’t promise I’ll be gentle, and neither will I promise this punishment will only take one night”

ʚ(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ .｡✧･ﾟ: ~♡ —! stories written by kyunnie; translations, reposts, plagiarism are strictly forbidden.

[beauty-and-passion]

Eurovision 2023: the show of unfairness and the triumph of people’s hearts

My god, this year left me exhausted.

It’s 1:30 am, the Eurovision Grand Final just ended and I am starting to write this post now, because I need some time to calm myself before going to bed. And maybe putting down some thoughts about this year will help me find some peace - at least for a couple hours.

This year has not been what was supposed to be, starting from the show and ending with the winner.

But let’s start from the beginning.

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Ukraine: robbed of their own show

We all know Ukraine couldn’t host Eurovision in their country because of the war, so they asked the UK to do that.

And the UK tried to be a good host. They reminded us of the reason why Ukraine couldn’t do it, they tried to call Ukrainian artists and make the show about them... only to systematically forget it two minutes later and start acting as if they won and this was their show.

I hope now you understand why last year I said to not give them power over anything. The UK has a tiny little problem called “massive ego” and if you give them a little crumb, they will immediately scarf the whole cake down.

This year should’ve been 70% Ukraine themed and 30% UK themed. What we had instead was the other way around: the UK gave us a tiny little interval show in the semifinals about Ukraine, then a massive show all about the UK.

The Gran Final has been the icing on this disgusting cake. It started with a bang, featuring all of our favourite Ukrainian artists in the span of five minutes: Tina Karol (I had no idea she was Ukrainian, what a nice surprise!), goddess Verka, my beloved Go_A with The Only Queen That Matters, aka Kateryna Pavlenko. And, of course, our favourite winners: the Kalush Orchestra. Man Carpet is still an icon and I still wonder what the singer sees behind that pink hat, but I don’t care. It’s perfect, it’s great, I want this but 200x more. I want them to steal the show, I want them in all interval acts. But no worries, I’m sure they will definitely appear more during the final. I mean, there’s no way the UK called them just to appear for 20 seconds, right? Right?

Oh sorry, my bad. I forgot this isn’t Ukraine’s show, this is UK’s show. We should definitely have Sam Ryder in the interval act and we should definitely make it all about English songs. I mean, it’s not like there are four of the most beloved Ukrainian artists in Liverpool. Let’s make it all a huge masturbation session of the UK instead.

I apologize if my metaphor offended someone, but this is what I felt while watching the UK celebrating itself. Like... can’t you do this in a private room? Do I really have to watch it? This is just one step below Portugal’s show, which showed a massive ego as well and tortured me for three nights straight, by repeating how cool they were and how nice they were and how I would’ve done a great choice visiting them.

But even if that was torture, at least Portugal was the winner of the previous year, not a host masturbating over the fact they are allowed to host a show they didn’t win.

The only choice I fully approve of in this show is the postcards idea: that was very elegant and respectful and I want to thank the person who thought about it. The cards show Ukraine’s beautiful places, UK’s beautiful places and every country’s beautiful places. It’s all beautiful and it’s a great way to both honor Ukraine and emphasize UK’s hosting role, since it looks almost like the UK acts as a “connection” between Ukraine and every other country.

Unfortunately for us, this is the last proof of elegance we will see for the rest of the show.

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Danemark and Poland: robbed even before starting

Do you remember Danemark’s and Poland’s entries? I know, me neither. Bland, forgetful, two huge balls of nothing.

Well, I have a good news and a bad one. The good one is that Danish and Polish people are not insane and their musical tastes are actually way better than this. The bad news is that the two entries we got (Bejba and Tiktokkid) were not supposed to win their country’s competition, because the public’s favourites were different. But, like, VERY different.

Same thing happened last year for Spain, but at least Chanel was able to put on a great show - even if her song was boring. Danemark and Poland didn’t have that either: one gave us a meme, the other gave us nothing. Disappointing.

So let’s clean Danemark’s and Poland’s names, by listening to the artists they were actually supposed to bring. Let’s start with Danemark and please, tell me if the tiktok kid is better than this (if you dare):

And before you think: “oh my gosh, this could’ve been a great entry for Danemark!”, please listen to what Poland was supposed to bring:

I love this song. I love this cute nice boy. I love the classical vibes. And when I played this song for my father, my 70-year-old father told me, with no hesitation: “Oh, this is way better than the other one!”.

So if a 70-year-old can recognize how good this song is, then there’s no generational gap and it’s not true that people are accustomed to the same boring stuff. If a song is good, is good. If a song is bland, is bland.

By now you probably already heard from Polish people about how the voting system of their competition was rigged and how Blanka won thanks to the power of nepotism. So our duty as Europeans (and as people with some fucking taste) is to stream Gladiator, listen to all of his songs and shower this boy with love because he needs to know the world loves him.

And for you all, Polish people: thank you for making us know about your true winner. He really looks like one and we love him too.

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Germany: robbed while trying

I really cannot understand why people keep hating Germany this much. Is it still because of WW2? What did they do, to deserve the bottom of the chart? I know it’s funny, I know it’s for the memes ah ah ah, but also... come on. Come. On. Are you really telling me that Poland was better than Germany? Are you really telling me that the UK was better than Germany?

I can assure you that if Sweden brought this exact same song, the jury would’ve given this song 300 points. But hey, ThE jUrY iS iMpArTiAl, right?

German people: I don’t know why the world hates you. I think you would’ve gotten more votes, if only the system wasn’t so stupidly rigged and forced everyone to choose one winner only, hoping to defeat the jury’s sheer power. Personally, I enjoyed your song and I enjoyed Lord of the Lost and I will definitely listen to more of their songs to add to my playlist.

However, I also understand your frustration. So you know what? Just go nuts. Choose whoever the fuck you want to represent your country, attend Eurovision whenever you want and do whatever you want, give us insane shit and amazing stuff. You will be treated the same either way, so why give a fuck? Have fun showing your insane side, I will support you 100%.

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Italy and Israel: what did they ever do to deserve these places?

As an Italian, I am honored people gave so many votes to Italy. Seriously, thank you all, nice to know people appreciate our singers.

But also: why so many votes? Why? I know Mengoni is a good singer, he has a great voice and if this was a real singing competition he would’ve probably deserved to win.

But since Eurovision is not a singing competition, why all these points? Were people really so in love with this ballad? Why? What does he have I cannot understand?

Even more important: why Israel, with their stupid unicorn song, got all these votes? Why? Is it because she’s good-looking? Seriously? Are we still stuck thinking with our genitals, instead of using our brains? I thought Europe moved past the need of thinking with genitals only and started developing some good fucking taste.

Or did her amazing “dance moves” get the public? Ok, she’s very flexible... but do I really really have to remind you of Chanel? A small dance segment is really worth so many points, when last year we had someone who was able to sing AND dance as she did for the entire song? I didn’t even like Chanel, but I am mature enough to recognize that THAT was a show, while the unicorn lady did nothing more than a small dance. Definitely not worth 185 public votes.

At least I know that my country didn’t go insane and the true points (aka the public’s points) didn’t go to the unicorn but to Moldova. Thank god, we are still able to recognize what’s good.

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Finland: the real winner

When Eurovision started, I was sure Czechia would’ve been the winner. However, their performance wasn’t enough to grant them victory.

Finland, however, had everything a winner needs. And now I will explain to you why, because I love this funky green man and you should love him too.

1) “A little man from Vantaa”

Käärijä is a rare gem, not just for Eurovision, but in general. He’s a simple, genuine, silly guy, who comes from a city few people knew before. He doesn’t speak English too well, but he tries and fails in comically sweet ways. He’s a huge fan of Rammstein, so he’s a man of culture. He became besties with Bojan from the Slovenian band Joker Out and their bromance has been the best part of this Eurovision: these two share one single braincell and I love them for this.

But, most of all, he’s humble. He never considered himself above all others, even after his victory. He knew right from the start that it would’ve been a battle between him and Loreen and yet, he never grew arrogant about it. He always talked about their rivalry in funny ways, through memes and by treating her nicely. But he also never underestimated her: he always put his whole self into every performance, knowing full well he had to give everything, to reach the public’s hearts.

And he did. He reached the public’s hearts and like many others all over the world, I also love this little man. He’s genuine, he’s honest, he’s a fashion icon (Finland changes their flag to green when), his dancers are funky and nice like him. You look at him once and all you can think is: “I want to protect him at all costs”. It’s just impossible to hate this man.

2) His song is a banger

Not only his song is a fusion of three genres (industrial metal, hyperpop and hip-hop/rap), so he’s already serving you three songs in one, but the language he used is Finnish.

I’ve heard Finnish people saying that they never used their language because it’s “too weird”. People, that’s exactly because it’s weird that you should use it! You have this gem and you hide it to us?!

If you don’t know why Finnish is so great, please consider that while all other European languages are part of the Indo-European family, Finnish, Estonian and Hungarian are not. They are part of a completely different family (the Uralic languages).

That means they have nothing similar to any other European language. They are something completely different and new, a whole new world to explore. And they’re here, in our continent!

In addition to that, Finnish is an agglutinative language, which means words are formed by stringing together morphemes. How fucking cool is that? I love this kind of language!

As someone who studied English, French, German and Russian, Finnish is something that gets my attention. I can recognize similarities between Germanic, Slavic and Italic languages and I love them, but Finnish is an unexplored world. It’s made of sounds that well, sound familiar even if they’re not. It’s a constant surprise, you know?

Also, I love that it’s a language full of vowels because it makes me think of my own mother tongue (Italian). It’s a bit like feeling at home, even if our languages have nothing in common <3

3) The best performance of Eurovision 2023

I love the Croatian daddies like the next person (and I’m glad the public gave them the top 10 because they deserve it), but Käärijä’s performance had everything: it told us a story (i.e. how Käärijä slowly emerges from behind his barriers to join the party), he gave us the best stupid dance moves and there’s even a family-friendly human centipede. What else do you need, to start dancing?

Also, another shoutout to his dancers, because I live for those shocking pink dresses and for their immensely creepy expressions. And I live for the public always welcoming them with screams: they deserve it.

I know you already enjoyed it 200 times, but you know what? Let’s fucking destroy the views of this video and let’s watch it again. And also, let’s notice how much the public enjoys it. How much they screamed, how they sang with him, how they enjoyed this party.

Even without knowing Käärijä, you can feel he put his whole self into this. And the public felt it too.

And the final result was astonishing: he got 376 points from the public. It’s the second-highest public score, after Kalush Orchestra, who got 439 points.

If you notice, Käärijä’s percentage is even higher than Kalush Orchestra’s! And such a high result means one thing and one thing only: the public has chosen its winner. He is the winner. People are sovereign and people’s will has been very clear about it. So when I say he’s the winner, it’s not because I want to indulge him: it’s because it’s the fucking truth.

Also, please notice the kind of songs the public chose as their top 3 favorites: songs with nothing mainstream and native languages. All while the jury thinks what we want is the same boring shit we can hear on the radio 24/7.

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A painful evening

Let me start by making something clear: I don’t hate Loreen and I don’t hate Sweden. It’s not their fault if they win. They are just exploiting the situation, because they learned what the good formula is and keep using it over and over.

Loreen knows that if she sends another song that is just like all the others she made, she will get a high position. And now, thanks to yesterday’s victory, she knows she doesn’t even have to try. Why should she do something different, when doing the same thing twice made her win twice? Why try something different, why step out of her comfort zone? If she does the same thing, she can win. So she will keep doing the same thing.

Same goes for the entire country of Sweden. They learned that if they bring the most boring, generic pop song you can listen to on every radio on planet Earth, you will win. So, they will keep sending it. After all, a bland pop song is what the world is more accustomed to, so why change? Why do something different, when they can be teacher’s pet and always get a high score? This isn’t being stupid, this is being clever.

But is it elegant and fair too? Oh honey, absolutely not. This is the exact opposite of what elegance and fairness are.

On Saturday evening, when we reached the voting part of the show, the crowd literally CHEERED AND SANG Käärijä’s name or “Cha Cha Cha”. Multiple times.

Once the public clearly states who they want to win, then the competition is over. When the consensus is unanimous, there’s no competition anymore. The winner is already here. Everything else is just white noise and bureaucracy.

That’s what I felt, while I was forced to keep listening to a bunch of people loudly kissing Sweden’s ass. The public had already decided, we already have a winner. Why are we still wasting time?

And if forcing us to keep listening to this pitiful charade was not enough, the hosts decided to lose that shred of elegance that was still left on this joke of a show and not only shushed the public all time but even said “just ignore everyone”, as if their voices didn’t really matter. It’s not like this is a music competition and the public is the final receiver of said music, after all.

I don’t know you, but I don’t like to see the sovereign public being silenced and told they do not matter, all while a bunch of people takes the decisions for them. Maybe the Brits are accustomed to being silenced because an old rich man has to decide for them, but other countries don’t work like that. Like, you know, the one they’re hosting the competition for.

There was nothing democratic about Saturday evening. There was nothing fair in silencing the public and pretending they haven’t chosen their winner one hour ago, because teacher’s pet had to win again.

Do you really think Sweden deserved this victory more than Finland? Do you really think that a country that won six times needed to add this victory to their list, so they can say “ah ah we won as many times as Ireland”? Or just because they can do their stupid ABBA anniversary next year? Is this the reason why we choose our winner, now? The past glories of a country? Well, then in 2048 is the anniversary of Dana International’s winning song, let’s all go to Israel! And in 2056 we’ll go to Finland, because it’s the anniversary of Lordi’s winning. And in 2071 will be 50 years from the Maneskin’s victory, so let’s come back to Italy.

What, does that sound ridiculous? Tell that to the jury, then.

I feel immensely sorry for the Finnish people, because I read online how much this victory could’ve meant for them. This could’ve been so important, such a good chance to shine for a country that considers their language “too weird” and who hasn’t won in 17 years. And since they are stuck between that ticking bomb that is Russia and the always perfect Sweden, they really needed something that gave them more positive attention.

And it broke my heart even more to see Käärijä suffering. He even apologized to his nation. He did something amazing and he still apologized. He literally won and apologized for not winning. That’s unfairness to its finest.

And if all of this is not enough, the results of the public’s vote came out and oh, look, not a single country gave 12 points to Sweden, while almost every country gave 12 points to Finland. Wow, who would’ve fucking guessed that teacher’s pet won because of the teacher.

Again: does that seem fair and democratic to you?

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Oligarchy masqueraded as democracy

Let’s do a little bit of math, shall we?

Each national jury consists of five people + one backup juror. They supposedly vote for the best singer and performance- AHAHAH great joke, very funny.

But let’s not focus on this, now: let’s focus on numbers.

37 countries participated this year. So 37 x 6 = 222. The jury is made up of 222 people in total.

The entire population of Europe is around 451 million people, but let’s keep it low because Eurovision isn’t watched by all Europeans. Let’s take just the number of views on the Youtube streaming of the Grand Finale: 9.5 million people. Let’s round up to 9 million, okay?

Okay, so now we have 222 people on one side and 9 million people on the other. Let’s pretend that less than half of them voted at least one time.

Okay, now look me straight in the eyes and explain why the votes of 222 people should have the same weight as the votes of 4 million people. Please, explain to me how democratic this decision is, can’t wait to hear it.

But you know what? Even if it was 1 million voters only, that wouldn’t have been fair either. In no universe is fair to put one million voters on the same level as 222 voters.

There’s only one possible scenario in which this is fair: if Eurovision was a talent show specifically centered around performances and voices, with a jury made of vocal teachers and choreographers, and all I have to do is passively watch it on my couch.

But from the moment you gave the public the power to choose who the winner could be, then why do the votes of all the people from Europe (and Australia) have the same weight as what 222 people decided?

This isn’t a democracy. This is an oligarchy masquerading as a democracy: a bunch of people decides what you should like, basing their decision on their own interests. And you have no way to oppose them, unless you focus all your votes on one single artist, hoping it would defeat the one the jury chooses.

But this deprives Eurovision of the competition aspect. It’s not a competition if I have to endure a tug-of-war against the jury. It’s not a competition if I am forced to give all of my votes to one artist only, instead of spreading them out to all my favorites. And even in that case, basically all of Europe should vote for that specific artist to try and overcome the sheer power the jury has. Again: does this sound democratic to you?

Now you may say: but the jury is made of experts. Oh, you mean the same experts that proved multiple times they base their votes on politics, who their neighbor is and who can corrupt them better? Or do you mean the same experts that in the past made their choice even without listening to the songs?

The truth is that we have 222 people who can easily be influenced by anything and their power is as strong as the power of 4 million people at least. Four million people, who got invested and followed the entire show from start to finish, if I may add. Please, tell me about the fairness of this system again.

And before you say “but Eurovision is a music competition and we need experts”... sorry, but no. According to Wikipedia, the jury was present before televoting was born, but once televoting was extended to all competing countries (1997 ca.), the jury was no more. It came back only in 2009, with this unfair compromise of 50/50 between jury ad public votes.

So there was a period of time in which there wasn’t a jury and in that period we had the first win for Estonia, Turkey, Latvia, Greece, Finland, Serbia and Russia. How weird that, once the jury isn’t there, other nations have a chance to win too.

The thing is: Eurovision isn’t a simple music competition. It’s more like a window. A window where anyone can have their chance to shine. No matter if you’re from a well-known country and everyone knows who you are or if you’re from a tiny piece of land in the middle of nowhere and all you can do is speak your native language: if you have the right combination of song+performance+voice, you can win.

And it’s beautiful we have this window, because it allows us to see something we’ve never seen before: rock bands, silly songs, folk songs and straight-up weird songs. In Eurovision, you don’t have to listen to just the same generic bland song, but you are allowed to listen to different artists and different cultures - and if you like them, you are free to choose your winner, no matter how not mainstream it is.

And we Europeans need this. We need to celebrate the diversity of Europe and embrace them. We need to see people from different countries hanging out, having fun and becoming best friends. For a continent that has always had (and still has) a problem with wars, we need something that allows us to look at each other and not see a piece of land to conquer, but a place full of life and culture to learn about.

And since we pride ourselves to be the continent where democracy was born, let’s put this democracy in the show we’re so proud of. Do we really need the jury vote? Do we really need the vote of this bunch of people? Okay, let’s have them. But it’s not acceptable to give them the same weight as the public’s vote. 50/50 isn’t acceptable anymore. 20/80 is fairer. I’m feeling nice, we can even do a 30/70. It’s just not acceptable that 300 people should have power over millions over something those same millions will enjoy. As always, the public is sovereign.

And if the public’s taste is shit, at least we will be free to blame ourselves for something we brought unto ourselves - and not feel sick and angry over something others forced upon us.

Or everything can stay the same and the 50/50 system will keep going. But at least, be honest enough to not waste everyone’s time, by pretending the public can do something more than watch what a bunch of people decide for them. Do not pretend to be righteous and democratic, when you’re not.

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The triumph of people

This finale drained me. If it were just a little fairer, I would’ve been thrilled to see Luxembourg coming back after years. But right now I don’t feel like watching next year’s show. I know it will probably be amazing, because Sweden is very good at hosting. But I don’t want to see them masturbating over how good they are and how much they deserved to win - even if they didn’t win.

And, honestly, I don’t care about ABBA either. I don’t give a damn about them, nor about their anniversary. I’m definitely not looking forward to that either.

I will listen to the songs as always, then I might give it a try and watch the semifinals. It depends on how bitter my grudge will be, after one full year. If it will still be very bitter, I will probably spend my time better, by listening to the songs more times, watching the performances and making my own personal final chart. I won’t have ABBA or funny interval acts, but I can try my best to make it enjoyable to read. And it won’t be a fucking charade, at least.

Sorry, but I will keep being bitter for some time. And if you feel bitter too, you have every right to be, no matter what people say. Your voice has been silenced and ignored and numbers don’t lie. It’s very understandable you feel bad.

But you know what you can do? Use your anger in a positive way. And no, that doesn’t mean sending death threats to Loreen. You can accuse Sweden of its lack of elegance and decorum if you want, but always be polite. Don’t be like some of them, who are such sore losers they had the guts to be angry at Finland because it didn’t give Sweden any public points. Bo-hoo, may I add.

What you can do instead is make some noise: ask for the jury to be abolished or for this shitty system to change. And, even more important, support your winners. A lot of amazing artists have been wronged this year, so shower them with love.

And send your love especially towards our winner. Stream Cha Cha Cha, check his other songs, shower him with love and support, make a statue for him in Vantaa, pay me a plane ticket because I need to tackle him in a hug and tell him how much the world loves him. Let’s show the world that he slaps, Finnish slaps and we want more of this.

Do you still need more Cha Cha Cha in your life? Good news: Lord of the Lost made a cover for Cha Cha Cha and OH MY GOSH it’s insanely good. It has a lot of Rammstein vibes, it’s cool and it slaps even harder. Check it out because it’s amazing!

Also because the German singer learned some Finnish, just to spell every word correctly and, according to the Finnish people in the comment section, he did a great job. What a wholesome guy, I love and stan him and his band - and you should do the same, because they are amazing and they don’t deserve last place <3

And if you need more Käärijä in your life, there are amazing Youtube channels with great collections of his moments, like Eurovision Is Ambition and Uni Dash Corn. I especially suggest you see his bromance with Bojan - and speaking of him, another shoutout to Bojan! He’s such a nice, wholesome guy with great charisma, you cannot hate him. I am not head over heels for his song, but he’s so fucking wholesome, he deserves good things only.

And I also suggest you see how Käärijä has been welcomed in Helsinki. He has been welcomed like a fucking hero, a national treasure. And of course he was: he is the true winner after all, he deserved the welcome only winners get.

It’s a bit like he said in his apology: the better one won. And so he did.

You know, I think the only good thing that came out from this shitshow that was Eurovision 2023, is the people’s heart. People showed their kindness, their love, the best of humankind. We saw acts of friendship, we saw empathy and appreciation. The hug between Käärijä and Bojan, despite its sad meaning, is also a perfect example of what we all should be: kinder, softer, more empathetic, together, no matter how far and different our countries are.

In a way, I am happy that Ukraine’s message of unity was still carried out, even if indirectly and definitely not the way the UK wanted.

And in the end, the trophy isn’t so important: it’s just a piece of glass after all. And no piece of glass is worth the impact one little man from Vantaa left on so many people all over the world.

I know you will never read this post, but I wish you a lifetime of success, Käärijä. You have everything a winner needs and, in fact, you are one. So don’t be too hard on yourself, because the world still needs to show you how much it loves you. Take your time, relax, have fun and come back when you’re ready - just don’t leave us hanging for too much, ‘kay?

And you, Finnish people: please treat our beloved winner with love for us too. We will do our best from afar, so let’s be together on this as we should <3

[brittle-doughie]

Well since you missed it, I’m gonna tell you my ask again and I hope you actually see it this time. Again, it’s a long one so it might need to be split up into multiple parts. (It also contains cannibalism so CW) Here’s an Idea for a Y/N Cookie Run fic. Y/N is a viscous, cannibalistic cookie with a sadistic, psychotic, and murderous, yet also elegant, (they not like an animal), personality. They are based of the Bloody Mary cocktail (but their name is, like, Tomato Juice Cookie because alcohol isn’t allowed to be mentioned in the word of Cookie run) and their design motif is based of of the Bloody Mary urban legend with a hint of evil spirits and vampirism. They are extremely strong in both physical strength and magic, so powerful that even the ancient cookies and Cookies of Darkness are at least somewhat intimidated by them, and are able to brainwash other cookies with their magic into becoming cannibals just like them (although a bit more brutal and messy because it entertains Y/N) and do their bidding. Y/N often likes to play with (aka torcher) their “food” before preparing and eating it.

Y/N part of the juice bar gang (which they have also hypnotized). They live in a huge, luxurious, yet somewhat decrepit old mansion, which they lure other cookies into before they torcher and consume them. Y/N’s other hobbies include painting and cooking (which is how they “prepare” their victims, they are quite sophisticated).

They used to be a witch (called Mary, of course) who ate children even after said act was considered taboo in the witch community. They were eventually were executed for their crimes via beheading. Before they died, they used their magic to come back as a cookie were they decided that “if I’m only allowed to feed on cookies and not human children, so be it😏”

I know it’s pretty long, you’ll probably have to split it into multiple parts. I hope you actually notice this one this time.

this ask was inspired by multiple Cookie Run cannibalism fanfics.

Tale of the Mansion

There lives a tale of a lonesome cookie, living in the hallways of the abandoned, yet glorious mansion on the hill. They say that on certain nights, you’ll hear the humming of this cookie on one of their nightly strolls, it is advised that you do not listen intently or you might find yourself being drawn to it.

The victim will feel their legs moving on their own before they realized, no hope to stop it now. Their mind will be entranced from this cookie’s elegant humming, a tune that non can resist. Fortunately for this cookie, this is what exactly they wanted to happen. It never hurts to have a companion on your walks, right?

Yet the legend tales that any cookie that follows this humming are not expected to return. Many cookies in the village keep their doors and windows closed for this reason, it wasn’t rare for this mysterious cookie to walk into town as an alternate path in their nightly stroll.

“Y/N Cookie (or Tomato Juice Cookie)…” was all one victim muttered before they followed them one night, this is all the village knew of their mysterious, yet terrifying visitor.

Maybe you do make it. You get to see the mansion in all of its pristine glory, the floors and tables looking freshly cleaned despite being abandoned for a long time. This cookie will ask you to sit and help yourself to the prepared food made for any visitors of their mansion. Do not worry if any of the food has an..odd texture to it, that’s just your mind letting you know that you’re quite hungry!

Do enjoy a refreshment from one of the mansion staff, Sparkling Cookie. He serves you a glass of sparkling refreshment as he leaned close to pour it into the cup, showing something…off with his eyes. They look…empty, don’t you think?

But don’t dwell on that for too long, it’s time for the entertainment as your host snaps their fingers and out comes Mint Choco Cookie playing a tune on their violin, it helps to calm your nerves from any sort of suspicious feeling! Just enough for you to not notice his empty eyes too…

Still anxious? Have no worry. The mansion’s green thumb, Herb Cookie, is here to help with that by smelling his plants! Doesn’t the fresh smell of recently planted greens help to settle you down? Good, because he won’t stop until you are! There’s nothing to worry about, you’re in the care of such a generous and wonderful host! They promise there’s nothing to be afraid of!

You excuse yourself to the restroom, which is directed to you down the hall. You slowly make your way over, getting unnerved by any small sound the mansion made.

A door creaking catches your eye, an ominous red light pouring out of the crack….

You’re tempted to go in, curiosity mixed with fear as you slowly poked your head into the room, it looked like a simple bedroom…curiosity eats at you and you enter the room fully….

You’ll come to regret it seconds later….

The paintings were the first thing you noticed. They painted many different cookies, some with normal expressions like a smile or a resting face. Others…painted more fearful and pained expressions, their heads looked like they were…removed from their bodies….It may have been the room light, but you swore the paintings dripped a little from their frames, as if it was…strawberry jam…

The numerous items like a spellbook, a witch hat, pitchforks, even a sort of..bathtub with a…substance nearly at the top.

The large painting above the painting. It was not a cookie featured in it, but rather…a witch. They oddly bared a resemblance to your host from earlier…

“Looks like another found out, huh? You really should’ve just went to do your business.”

You jump at the shockingly casual voice from behind you. Leaning at the doorway was Vampire Cookie, as he gently tip his glass of juice around and around.

“Y/N Cookie doesn’t like cookies that poke their eyes where they don’t belong. Good for them, just means dinner is server sooner then later…”

Vampire Cookie opens his eyes, revealing the same empty look as the others. You now could see Herb, Sparkling, and Mint Choco at the doorway too, their pinprick white irises creepily glowing in the dark. You step back away from them, asking what Vampire meant by that….

“You’ll see…or rather what you’ll don’t see..

You suddenly felt a sharp jab to your neck. A voice from behind you calls.

“A shame it had to end this way for you. I promise your dough won’t go to waste. Enjoy your rest here, because you won’t be waking up anytime soon…”

Your vision fades to black as you collapse, the many eyes at the doorway looking at you as the world plunged to darkness….

….

….

Another missing cookie reported in the village.

All the residents could do was honor their memory with a burial without a body and warn others with the tale of the mansion on the hill.

Whatever you do, do not listen to the humming to the forest or in the village late at night. For it will be a night that will never dawn for you…

[himasgod]

🎃How would they spend Halloween night with their partners? Inazuma! version 🎃

MONDSTADT! VERSION

LIYUE VERSION

SUMERU VERSION

Ayaka invites you to a private Halloween festival in the gardens of the Kamisato House. She has donned a traditional costume that combines elegance and a touch of mystery, reflecting her refined personality. With a lantern in hand, she leads you along a path decorated with flowers and lanterns. At one point, she takes you by the hand and, with her soft laugh, invites you to dance under the moonlight. The night is calm and serene, and every now and then, she tells you legends of Inazuma ghosts with a shy and charming smile.

Ayato turns Halloween into an elegant and entertaining celebration. He organizes a private meeting at the Kamisato Estate, where he greets you with a knowing smile, wearing a discreet but intriguing costume. During the evening, Ayato proposes a “game of intrigue” that he has planned especially for the night: a series of riddles and mysteries to solve in the gardens. In each clue, you find details that reflect his intelligence and sense of humor. The night ends with a toast under the stars, where he tells you that the best part of this celebration has been being able to enjoy it with you.

Thoma goes out of his way to create the most fun and spooky Halloween night for the both of you. He invites you on a pumpkin hunt around Inazuma, each decorated with different “ghostly” expressions that he has painted. He tells you scary stories from his childhood as you both decorate pumpkins, and it’s not long before you end up laughing. In the end, he builds a bonfire and brings out a couple of blankets so you can enjoy a warm and cozy night under the starry sky.

Sara isn’t very familiar with Halloween, but she agrees to spend the night with you. She organizes a tour of the Inazuma forests to “keep watch” and make sure everyone is safe. Although at first it seems like a patrol, she gradually relaxes and tells you about the legends of spirits and demons of the past. Every now and then, she gives you a serious look to see if you are scared, and her expression softens when she notices your trust in her. To close the night, she takes you to a cliff where you can watch the moon together, in a tranquility that Sara rarely allows herself.

Yoimiya is thrilled with Halloween and is hosting a mini-festival in the courtyard of Naganohara. She greets you in a bright, colorful costume and offers a host of games and activities, including ring tosses and a treasure hunt with candy prizes. When night falls, she sets off softly colored Halloween fireworks that light up the sky with a magical glow. With laughter and candy, Yoimiya assures you that this will be one of the happiest nights you've ever shared.

Itto gets a little too excited about Halloween and decides to host a “scare contest” for the both of you. Comically dressed in an over-the-top oni costume, he tries to scare you, but ends up being the one who gets scared by the scary stories you tell him. He then hosts a contest of strength at his base, where you are the only participant. The night is filled with laughter and jokes, and when everything calms down, Itto sits next to you, saying that Halloween is even better when he’s with you, though he won’t admit it outright.

Shinobu plans a night of scary stories at a secret location she has decorated with lanterns and candles. Dressed in a dark and elegant ninja outfit, she guides you there while joking about the hidden dangers of the night. Although she tries to scare you with anecdotes about the spookiest places in Inazuma, her company makes you feel safe. At the end of the night, she offers you a protective amulet she has made herself and smiles at you, saying that although Halloween can be spooky, with her by your side nothing can go wrong.

Raiden Ei doesn't quite understand the concept of Halloween, but decides to give you a special audience in the Shogun's hall. The atmosphere is solemn, with decorations evoking Inazuma's past, and she appears in dark, enigmatic attire. She invites you to a special tea while telling you stories about the origin of the spirits in Inazuma and the legends of her time. Although the evening is serious and mystical, there is a sense of closeness in her tone, as if she is sharing something deeply personal with you.

Yae Miko is thrilled with Halloween and decides to add her own touch of mystery and charm. She invites you to the Grand Narukami Shrine, decorated with soft lights and candles. She greets you with a mischievous smile and tells you stories of the kitsune, enjoying your every reaction. As the night progresses, she sits next to you and, in a low voice, tells you about the secrets of the Shrine and the mystical nights of Inazuma. The night ends with a gentle hug and the promise that you will always have her protection and company.

Gorou organizes a Halloween walk through the Watatsumi Island to show you the “history” of the place. Although he tries to be serious when telling legends of mysterious creatures and spirits, his innocent tone and occasional jumping around give him away. After the walk, he organizes a small bonfire, where you roast some snacks while he relaxes next to you. He eventually admits that Halloween can be a little scary, but with you by his side, he doesn’t feel so scared.

Kokomi uses Halloween as a night of respite and relaxation. She invites you on a nighttime stroll around Watatsumi Island, where she has decorated a special area with soft lanterns and sea flowers. As you walk together, she tells you about ancient legends of the island, stories that have been told for generations and that feel more real on Halloween. In the end, you sit near a moonlit waterfall, where Kokomi admits that sharing the night with you makes her feel a unique calm, as if Halloween were the perfect time to connect her stories with you.

Heizou turns Halloween into a perfect “mystery” night for the two of you. He invites you to join him on an investigation into pranks and “paranormal phenomena” that have arisen in the city. With a detective costume and a mischievous smile, he makes you follow clues and solve puzzles until you discover that he himself had planned all the “apparitions” and scares of the night. The evening is filled with laughter, and in the end, Heizou admits that the best mystery he has found is how you make every moment with him so exciting.

Here is my masterlist, in case you are interested in any more of my work or want to send me a request <3

[zapreportsblog]

Hello! So I had this Poly!Volturi Knights x Reader idea

Where (y/n) went to a “Red and Black ball”(you can pick the readers outfit if you want) made by the Volturi kings themselves.

And during their time at the ball they made eye contact with each of the knights as they walked pass by them

Almost like a slow motion moment Yknow😅

This is so cool I can definitely do this and I’ll even have it as each of their povs further down in this

↱ queen of the ball ↰

➘ summary : the volturi goes all out for their newest member, it’s a good thing they are hosting a ball tonight

➘ a/n : I don’t feel I did my best for this but I hope you enjoy it nevertheless :)

➘ Jane x Alec x reader x demetri x felix , volturi x reader

The grand halls of the Volturi castle were adorned with opulent decorations, a tapestry of black and red intertwining to create an ambiance of both elegance and power. The anticipation was palpable as guests from all corners of the vampire world gathered for the much-awaited black and red ball, hosted by the Volturi kings themselves.

In a secluded chamber within the castle, the newest member of the Volturi, (Y/N), stood before a full-length mirror. She was surrounded by a whirlwind of activity as skilled hands worked to transform her appearance. The dress that had been meticulously designed for her lay across a chair, a masterpiece of black silk with intricate red accents that mimicked the patterns of rose petals.

Marcus, known for his impeccable taste and eye for design, had overseen every detail of the dress's creation. He had chosen to infuse it with an air of enchantment, a nod to the fairy tales that humans so often told. The dress clung to her figure in all the right places, the red accents tracing delicate lines that emphasized her natural beauty.

Aro, with his flair for the dramatic, had arranged for a hairstylist and makeup artist to enhance (Y/N)'s features. Her (h/c) hair was woven into an intricate updo, adorned with delicate red crystals that caught the light and shimmered like stars. The makeup artist had worked magic with brushes and pigments, enhancing her eyes and lips in a way that accentuated her allure without overpowering her natural radiance.

As the finishing touches were applied, (Y/N)'s reflection stared back at her with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. This was a night of celebration, a chance for her to make her mark within the Volturi and to showcase her newfound place as a member of their family. She had been embraced by the kings, and tonight, she would step into her role with grace and poise.

With a final flourish, her reflection smiled back at her, and the transformation was complete. She turned to face the attendants, gratitude filling her eyes. "Thank you all. I never imagined I would be part of such an extraordinary event."

Caius, whose taste leaned towards luxury and indulgence, entered the room, holding a pair of red and black heels with a glass-like sheen. "To complete the ensemble," he declared, a rare hint of a smile tugging at his lips. The shoes were a work of art, a perfect match to the dress that had been crafted with such care.

Finally ready, (Y/N) took one last look in the mirror before stepping out into the bustling hallway. The whispers of admiration that followed her as she walked towards the ballroom were a testament to the effort that had been put into her transformation. The dress swirled around her with each step, the red accents catching the light and creating an ethereal glow.

As she entered the ballroom, the atmosphere shifted. All eyes turned towards her, the sea of black and red parting to make way for her presence. The Volturi kings stood at the center, their gazes filled with approval and a touch of awe. Aro's grin was infectious, and Caius's nod of approval held more weight than she could have hoped for.

Marcus approached her, his calm demeanor softened by a smile. "You look stunning, my dear. Your mates will surely love seeing you in this."

With each note of the music that filled the air, (Y/N) felt the weight of her new role lifting. She was not just a member of the Volturi; she was a part of a family that celebrated her, appreciated her, and had dressed her in a gown fit for a modern Cinderella.

Demetri's eyes were fixed on the entrance to the grand ballroom, his heart pounding with an excitement he couldn't contain. He had heard the whispers and the anticipatory hum that had swept through the castle, signaling the arrival of someone special. And then, like a vision materializing from his most fervent dreams, she appeared.

(Y/N) walked into the room, her presence captivating everyone in its wake. His breath caught in his throat as his gaze traveled down her figure, taking in the sight of the black Cinderella-like dress with its delicate red accents. The dress hugged her curves with a grace that left him momentarily speechless.

The red accents seemed to dance like flames against the darkness of the dress, creating an enchanting contrast that mirrored her captivating aura. Her (h/c) hair was elegantly styled, adorned with crimson crystals that caught the light and shimmered like stars in the night sky. The makeup that enhanced her features was a masterpiece, drawing his attention to her mesmerizing eyes and the curve of her lips.

Every step she took seemed to be guided by an otherworldly elegance, as if the very air around her recognized her significance. Demetri's heart swelled with pride as he watched her, a fierce possessiveness welling up within him. She was his mate, a beacon of beauty that had captured his heart and soul from the moment they had met.

Her eyes scanned the room, a mixture of curiosity and wonder reflecting in their depths. It was as if she was seeing the grandeur of the ballroom for the first time, and in a way, he realized, she was. This was her introduction to the world of the Volturi, and he was both honored and anxious to be a part of this pivotal moment in her life.

Demetri's thoughts raced as he continued to watch her. The way she moved, the way she interacted with the other guests—everything about her was a testament to her innate grace and charm. He knew that this was a night she would remember, a night that would etch itself into her memory just as indelibly as it would in his.

As the music swelled and couples began to dance, Demetri found himself unable to tear his gaze away from her. She was the center of attention, the embodiment of the beauty and elegance that the night represented. And in that moment, he knew that he was the luckiest man alive to have her as his mate, to witness her in all her glory as she graced the ballroom with her presence.

Jane's crimson eyes were fixed on the entrance to the ballroom, her usually impassive expression betraying a flicker of anticipation. She had heard the whispers and felt the subtle shift in the atmosphere, signaling the arrival of someone who held a special place in her heart. And then, as if stepping out of a fairy tale, (Y/N) walked into the room.

A rare warmth spread through Jane's chest as she took in the sight before her. The black Cinderella-like dress with its intricate red accents was a striking choice that perfectly complemented (Y/N)'s allure. Jane's lips curved into a small, genuine smile as she recognized the dress as a creation from Marcus's impeccable taste. It seemed that even the reserved Volturi kings could not resist the allure of such an enchanting design.

(Y/N) moved with a grace that demanded attention, her every step exuding confidence and elegance. Jane's gaze lingered on the red accents, noting how they seemed to capture the light and create a luminous effect against the dark fabric. Her (h/c) hair was styled in a way that emphasized her beauty without overpowering it, and the makeup highlighted her delicate features.

The transformation was remarkable, turning (Y/N) into a vision that was hard to ignore. Jane's heart swelled with a mixture of emotions, a potent blend of pride and possessiveness. This was her mate, someone who had captured her heart and whose presence held an undeniable significance in her life.

As (Y/N)'s gaze swept across the room, Jane couldn't help but admire the way her eyes sparkled with curiosity and wonder. She was taking in the grandeur of the ballroom, a place that was undoubtedly foreign to her. Jane felt a desire to protect (Y/N) from the attention and scrutiny that came with being a part of the Volturi, even as she recognized (Y/N)'s inner strength.

The music resonated through the air, couples twirling and dancing to its rhythm. Jane's attention, however, remained solely on (Y/N). She watched as (Y/N) interacted with the other guests, her genuine smile and the ease with which she carried herself drawing people to her like moths to a flame.

In that moment, Jane was overcome with a sense of gratitude. She knew that finding a mate was a rare and precious gift, and having (Y/N) by her side was a privilege she cherished. As the night unfolded, Jane knew that this would be a memory she would hold onto—a memory of the night she watched her mate, resplendent in a black dress with red accents, make her mark in the world of vampires and within the depths of Jane's own heart.

Alec's gaze was unwavering as he stood at the edge of the ballroom, his typically calm demeanor masking the rush of emotions that surged within him. The anticipation in the air was almost palpable, the collective excitement of the guests adding to the electric atmosphere. And then, like a beacon of elegance and beauty, (Y/N) walked into the room.

His breath caught in his throat as his eyes locked onto her figure. The black Cinderella-like dress adorned with delicate red accents clung to her form in a way that seemed almost poetic. Alec's lips curved into a rare, genuine smile as he recognized the elegance of the dress as a creation of Marcus's meticulous design.

(Y/N)'s every movement was a symphony of grace, her steps measured yet exuding a confidence that drew all eyes toward her. Alec's gaze lingered on the red accents that seemed to come alive under the light, casting a mesmerizing glow against the backdrop of the night. Her (h/c) hair, styled with a touch of understated glamour, framed her face in a way that enhanced her natural beauty.

Alec's heart swelled with a mixture of emotions as he watched her. There was a sense of pride that she was his mate, a feeling of possessiveness that he had never experienced before. Her transformation was remarkable, turning her into a vision that was both captivating and enchanting.

(Y/N) turned her head slightly, her eyes scanning the room with a mix of curiosity and wonder. Alec's heart skipped a beat as he imagined what thoughts might be passing through her mind. She was stepping into a world vastly different from her own, and he couldn't help but feel an urge to shield her from the complexities that came with their world.

The music filled the air, couples swaying to its rhythm, but Alec's focus remained solely on (Y/N). He watched as she interacted with others, her genuine smile and engaging presence drawing people to her effortlessly. He admired her strength and warmth, traits that had won him over from the moment they had met.

As the night unfolded, Alec knew that this moment would remain etched in his memory. Watching (Y/N) navigate the intricacies of their world, dressed in the black and red ensemble that mirrored her grace and beauty, was a memory he would treasure forever. She was not only a part of his world but a part of his very soul, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude that fate had brought them together.

Felix's dark eyes remained fixed on the entrance to the ballroom, his usually composed demeanor betraying a subtle restlessness. He had heard the murmurs and sensed the excitement that hung in the air like static, announcing the arrival of a special guest. And then, as if emerging from the depths of his most cherished dreams, (Y/N) stepped into view.

A slow, appreciative smile tugged at the corners of his lips as his gaze traveled over her. The black Cinderella-like dress with its intricate red accents was a masterpiece that held his attention captive. Felix's usually stoic expression softened as he took in every detail—the way the dress clung to her figure, the red accents that seemed to shimmer like embers against the darkness.

(Y/N) moved with a regal grace, each step exuding a confidence that drew the eyes of everyone in the room. Felix's heart swelled with a mixture of pride and possessiveness as he watched her. This was his mate, the person who had captured his heart in a way that he had never thought possible. Her transformation was nothing short of breathtaking, a testament to the care and attention that had been poured into her appearance.

The (h/c) hair that framed her face was styled in a way that highlighted her features, enhancing her natural beauty without overpowering it. Felix's eyes lingered on the delicate details—the crimson crystals that adorned her hair, the makeup that accentuated her eyes and lips in a way that left him entranced.

As (Y/N)'s gaze swept across the room, Felix's heart skipped a beat. He admired the way she carried herself, the ease with which she engaged with the other guests. There was an air of curiosity and wonder in her eyes, as if she was seeing this world through a new lens. And in a way, she was. This was her introduction to the Volturi's grandeur, and Felix was both humbled and anxious to be a part of this pivotal moment in her life.

The music filled the air, couples swaying in time to its melody, but Felix's attention remained solely on (Y/N). He watched as she interacted with others, her presence commanding attention, her genuine smile captivating those around her.

With each passing moment, Felix felt an overwhelming surge of gratitude. This was the mate he had longed for, the one who completed him in ways he hadn't thought possible. As the night unfolded, he couldn't help but marvel at the image of (Y/N) dressed in the black and red ensemble, a representation of her beauty and the depth of their connection. This was a memory he would hold close, a moment in time that encapsulated the beginning of a new chapter in both their lives.

A sense of unity seemed to permeate the air as Alec, Jane, Felix, and Demetri exchanged glances, a silent understanding passing between them. Their posts were important, but this was a moment they couldn't let slip by unnoticed. As if guided by an unspoken agreement, they discreetly left their respective places and converged in a more secluded corner of the ballroom.

Alec's gaze held a soft intensity as he spoke first, his voice low and filled with genuine admiration. "You look breathtaking, (Y/N). The dress, the way you carry yourself—it's truly enchanting."

Jane's crimson eyes held a warmth that was rare for her, her lips curving into a genuine smile. "I must admit, I'm not one for compliments, but tonight you've managed to capture everyone's attention, including mine. You are a vision."

Felix's usually boisterous demeanor was replaced with a subdued reverence. "You've managed to stun even me, and that's saying something. The dress, the way you've carried yourself—it's as if you were made for this moment."

Demetri, who often wore a laid-back smile, looked at (Y/N) with a blend of fondness and pride. "You've brought a different kind of light to this event. It's like you've breathed life into the room, and I have to say, you've made quite the impression."

As (Y/N) listened to their words, her heart swelled with a mixture of happiness and gratitude. To have the attention and affection of these four individuals, each of whom was so integral to the Volturi, was a feeling that she couldn't put into words.

"Thank you," she replied, her voice filled with sincerity. "Your words mean more to me than you'll ever know."

Alec's lips curved into a small smile as he exchanged a look with the others. "We're not ones for public displays of emotion, but tonight is different. Tonight, we want you to know just how much you've enriched our lives."

Jane's gaze held a softness that spoke volumes, and Felix nodded in agreement. Demetri, always one for straightforwardness, offered a warm grin. "You're an exceptional addition to our family, and you've made this night unforgettable."

As they stood together, the Volturi guards and their mate shared a moment that transcended words—a connection forged by shared admiration and affection. And as the music played on, they returned to their respective posts, knowing that this night would forever remain etched in their memories as a testament to their unity and the strength of their bonds.

[thoughtsforsoob]

txt meets their s/o's parents/family + how they react!

a/n: hello! I'm back again with a txt post this time! I hope you enjoy it. Again, requests are always welcomed and encouraged! I hope you enjoy this work! (ps. I don't have any siblings so I will not be mentioning them! I’m so sorry!)

Yeonjun <3

GENTLEMAN! He’s such a sweetheart and does his absolute best to win over your parents. He wants to build a close relationship with them so they can trust him to take care of you. He’s so excited when you tell him your parents want to meet him that he’s practically jumping up and down to the ceiling. He immediately starts to ask you 100 questions about what to wear, what gifts to take, what to talk about, etc… you two have a nice talk and figure out everything in the following days. You two decided to make a dessert to take and it became a little date the night before. Since you want you two for breakfast, you two wake up at a decent hour, get dressed and head out the door with everything. He makes a great impression with all the thoughtful details such as the gifts and the dessert. Trust that he’ll build a beautiful connection with them. 

Soobin <3

We all know this man is a shy introvert! Just the thought of meeting your parents makes his tummy twist a little. He desperately doesn’t want to mess up their first impression of him because he wants their approval so bad! How else will he marry you someday if he has a horrible first impression?! He dresses up all cute in his little button up and slacks and fancy shoes. He orders an elegant flower arrangement for your parents and brings them some pastries from a cafe you both go to often. As you could probably already guess, he is super polite and sweet, making sure to take advantage of his doughy cheeks and gentle smile. 

Beomgyu <3

Omg keep this menace away from your parents as long as possible. Jkjk. On a serious note, he would be so confident beforehand, talking up how he’s going to wow them. He dresses up casually, talking about how ‘they’ll fall in love with my personality! Why do I have to dress up?’ After some coaxing, he dresses in something a little more formal. His whole demeanor does a giant 180 when he’s driving you to their home. “Baby…what if they hate me? What if they don’t like the gifts i bought ??” cue you having to calm him and his rambling down. Once you get him to their house and he’s met them, he gets comfortable. He leaves your house with the numbers of both your parents and they start to bond, making you question if you were their child or if it was beomgyu.

Taehyun <3

An absolute dream. He’s so handsome and dreamy and responsible, aka, the definition of: guy you want to take to meet your parents. He makes sure to pick fancy presents for both of your parents and makes sure to ask your opinion on every single little detail. He decided that you both would host the meeting dinner in your shared apartment so he wanted everything to be clean and perfect (picture taehyun in a little apron the day before, making sure the apartment is spotless and well organized). You both set the table with a yummy smelling candle, pretty tablecloth and everything else needed. Taehyun and you have such a fun time setting up and cooking beforehand! Once they arrive, he makes sure they feel at home. He even got them cute little slippers to change into! He makes sure to assure them you two are doing well and that he will always take care of you. What parents wouldn’t feel comforted by those words?

Heuning Kai <3

This cutie is so excited but when the time comes, he’s extremely shy around your parents. He decided to take it upon himself to make reservations at a really nice place in town in hopes that your parents would be impressed. When it comes to his attire…you had been asking him all week what he was going to wear but he wouldn’t tell you .The day of, you find out he’s wearing A WHOLE SUIT!! You had to beg him to wear something a little less formal and he finally agreed. “Im sorry but i just don’t want to dress down and then they think they’re not important to me! I wanna look good!” You give him a compromise and you two wear matching colors. You two arrive at the restaurant and then your parents show up and he’s breaking a sweat shaking their hands, eventually just going all in for hugs. He brings them each a little individualized gift, which you helped him pick out. He is good at bringing a fun atmosphere to the table and there isn’t a single dull of awkward moment between you four.

[prasiddhibirb]

Genshin characters as students feat.Xiao, Ayato, Venti, Childe, Scaramouche/Wanderer, Heizou, Diluc, Kazuha, Albedo, Beidou

Albedo

Albedo would be the type of student to be very quiet and get grades without much effort

favorite subject would be science of any form and second would be math

He’s a bit too passionate when it comes to any form of science though

He’d get so involved in it that he’d over do it and drift off into a whole other different topic than what he was assigned

he’d use up all of the science equipment and even brings his own laboratory to school just to do science wether it would mean to dissect something or something potentially dangerous

Definitely would correct the teacher whenever they would get something incorrect

Albedo would be the type of student to be very quiet and get good grades without much effort

favorite subject would be science of any form and second would be math

Ayato

he’d probably get top marks and grades

very popular within the school, both guys and girls

his charm can make him appear as a player of some sort

but i hc him to be very loyal with his loved ones

he’s fairly charismatic and elegant in many ways

people would probably start rumors that he’s just one of those aristocrats that came from a rich family and bought their way up (Kamisato family -> rich and notorious family in my AU)

he was that kid that you wished you were when you were younger

Beidou

the one that hosts parties and gets everyone excited

she’s fairly outgoing with her grades being fantastic

has her own sailing club for sure

I headcanon her to have amazing grades but still chose to go and follow her dreams to own a ship and have her own crew

caring and reliable person though I can’t guarantee that she finishes her homework and assignments on time if ever

eats lunch as a feast and invites Ninguang to every one of them

Childe/Tartaglia

Rich

filthy rich

absolutely rich

all jokes aside, he’s actually pretty reliable

he would be that kid that would chip in if you are missing a few coins

he’d also be a magnet towards children younger than him

As expected, he’s pretty popular with the girls as well and the guys

often shooting a wink and flirting with the girls

He’s really outgoing and has a playful attitude overall

always picked first in PE classes

overall, he’s pretty popular with the children and his grade

Mainly hangs around Ayato or his gang

Diluc

a well reserved student

sometimes people forget he even existed, that’s how mysterious he is

I feel like he’d try to make friends but his ‘ways’ of making friends are considered too serious and people are instead, intimidated by him

either eats lunch alone somewhere or eats lunch with Kaeya

Most likely always picked last if not for Kaeya

spends his time in the library or outside somewhere calm that nobody knows about

his grades are fine and he hands in his homework on time so nothing wrong there

a well reserved student

sometimes people forget he even existed, that’s how mysterious he is

I feel like he’d try to make friends but his ‘ways’ of making friends are considered too serious and people are instead, intimidated by him

either eats lunch alone somewhere or eats lunch with Kaeya

Most likely always picked last if not for Kaeya

spends his time in the library or outside somewhere calm that nobody knows about

his grades are fine and he hands in his homework on time so nothing wrong there

hes just trying to get past school as fast as possible

Heizou

Heizou is that guy that flirts with every girl in his grade until their boyfriends tell him to back off

everyone thought he was dumb at first when he first transferred

until he managed to solve tons of problems, bust myths about the school and showed that he’s on a whole other level

He usually eats with venti and the Anemo people if not then maybe he’d dine with some girls

school grades aren’t failing but it’s apparent that he doesn’t put that much effort in school

he hands in his homework at the last minute possible

he’s the guy that everyone goes to for uncovering any secrets and checking if rumours were true

you’ll find him anywhere in the school

Kazuha

he’s all around appreciated

his ways of talking came off as weird at first but his talents makes up for it

often spends his time writing literature, he’s always constructing poems

can smell peoples intentions

he’s a pretty quiet kid in class, only talks to ask a question or to answer a question if no one’s willing to answer it

he shows sympathy towards everyone and anything

he’s gentle and caring, that’s why everyone goes to him for their emotional problems

you’d usually find him somewhere alone in the library or he’s with the Anemo group

eats lunch by himself (intentionally) or eats lunch with his group or with Beidou and her group

Scaramouche/Wanderer

the kid that always makes snarky remarks

if someone pisses him off enough, he’ll remind the teacher of the homework that was supposed to be due

He’s unironically smart so nobody really picks on him and instead resort to just talk badly about him behind his back

Since he knows about the schools darkest mysteries, Heizou and other people always question him about it

Scara hates small talk with people that he knows are total fakes

usually hangs around the Anemo group (more specifically Venti and Kazuha, he finds Heizou too obnoxious lmao)

the emo kid that wakes up everyday and chooses violence/makes it everyone’s problem

Venti

his grades aren’t bad or good but it’s apparent that he puts no effort or not much effort in school

mostly treats school as a place to socialize

he’s make a band and sing songs in the middle of the school

attends Beidou’s banquets sometimes

not too interested in anything other than literature and music perhaps arts as well

everybody in the school knows him for his music, literatures and his storytelling

He’s definitely idolized in a way despite his grades, practically rock bottom

he’s everywhere, you’ll usually see him on flyers and posters all around the school

Xiao

everyone forgets he exists sometimes

he’s quite intimidating for most people

he’s fairly quiet and will cut any form of small talk with people

nobody knows where he goes, he just vanishes whenever class is over if he even attends class

#1 fastest player in PE but almost never shows up during PE

Most people think he’s going through an emo phase (he probably was)

Is popular with the girls but all of them are too intimidated by him to ask him out and for the people who did, they came back crying for how fast he rejected them

Xiao most likely works in the shadow for the school, nobody realizes it

if he has to remain in school, he’d most likely would stay around the quiet parts of the school

may or may not have listened and seen Venti perform when he does his concerts

everyone forgets he exists sometimes

he’s quite intimidating for most people

he’s fairly quiet and will cut any form of small talk with people

nobody knows where he goes, he just vanishes whenever class is over if he even attends class

#1 fastest player in PE but almost never shows up during PE

Most people think he’s going through an emo phase (he probably was)

Is popular with the girls but all of them are too intimidated by him to ask him out and for the people who did, they came back crying for how fast he rejected them

Xiao most likely works in the shadow for the school, nobody realizes it

if he has to remain in school, he’d most likely would stay around the quiet parts of the school

may or may not have listened and seen Venti perform when he does his concerts

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☆ I've waited here for you, everlong...

Sypnosis: Ellie Williams, the guitarist of Lost in the Darkness, has questionable methods for handling her stage fright, which results in an accident where Abigail Anderson, a medical student, has to intervene.

Notes: God, this is so dumb, sorry, I'm a lesbian. Also, it's 1.97k words...

Warnings: This is just fluffy stuff with mentions of alcohol (should I put a warning for that?) But nothing more than Abby and Ellie being silly lesbians for each other, nothing sexual or anything!

Stage fright was a frequent challenge for Ellie, despite being the guitarist of Lost in the Darkness, her band. At times, the anxiety and pressure of stepping onto the stage overwhelmed her, feeling all eyes on her, scrutinizing every move and waiting for her to make a mistake.

This obstacle left her with sweaty hands, making it difficult to move her fingers to play the guitar strings, while her chest heaved with each breath, rising and falling incessantly, without giving her a moment to calm her mind.

Despite these challenges, Ellie had found a solution that, although not the healthiest or ideal, allowed her to continue doing what she loved most in the world: playing music, sharing her songs, and being part of Lost in the Darkness alongside her friends Dina and Jesse.

So, facing the consequences, without much thought before stepping onto the stage, Ellie turned to alcohol, taking a couple of shots to calm her nerves and silence the intrusive thoughts that invaded her mind.

That was Ellie's routine before taking the stage to play guitar in front of everyone, delivering a show without hesitation, knocking back shots of vodka continuously just minutes before any gig, even if it was just a modest one at the local bar— the band's current limit—performing in small venues packed with crowds drawn by their love for music.

The shift had been sudden for Ellie, transitioning from jamming in her old man's garage to local gigs and opening for bigger artists. In essence, the band was inching closer to success, but with each step forward, Ellie's fear mounted, seeking solace in alcohol to silence her racing thoughts.

Typically, it had the desired effect; it freed her, making her more outgoing, encouraging her to express herself more boldly, strumming the guitar freely on stage, harmonizing with Dina, charming the admiring girls. Instead of ignoring the bras tossed her way, she would boldly grab one, spinning it around her finger with a confidence fueled by alcohol.

Without alcohol, Ellie would regress to a mere girl with her guitar, tucked away in a corner, absentmindedly tapping her foot, gazing downward with her short hair obscuring her freckled face, lacking even a trace of the confidence that her natural guitar prowess deserved.

Alcohol was a solution that used to work, except Ellie never considered the possibility that her solution would end up complicating things even more.

Now, she was facing the consequences as her dirty Converse sneakers began to get tangled in the guitar cables while she stumbled around the stage in her drunken state.

Eventually, she ended up tripping over the cables and falling off the stage with a loud crash, eliciting screams of shock and surprise from the audience and causing both Dina and Jesse to express concern and rush to her side.

Abigail Anderson possessed a peculiar charm, extremely chic in her act of privacy, coupled with the money inherited from her family of doctors. She inherently embodied elegance, remaining private and reserved, avoiding public events unrelated to her agenda.

It felt like a privilege to have her attention, even a personal luxury to distract her from her primary responsibility, making appearances anywhere other than her classes, her father's private library, her country club playing tennis, or simply hosting a tea gathering at her apartment.

That's why accepting the invitation from her friends Leah, Nora, Owen, and Manny to go to a small local bar for beer and heavy rock music was a surprise to everyone but enthusiastically celebrated.

Taken as an acknowledgment that Abby needed a break from her upcoming exam season, during which she would disappear without being reachable by anyone for weeks.

So there was Abby, seated in one of the uncomfortable chairs of the small bar, her loose blonde hair with two braids hidden among its length, smiling faintly as she watched all her friends having fun, taking sips from her beer bottle, its scent mixing with her white tank top and light blue shirt.

Abby was gently swaying her head to the rhythm of the second song of the night by the band that had taken the stage, enjoying the guitar solo performed by the girl who elicited screams from all the women present, going wild over the presence of this girl with messy hair, black crop top, and denim jorts, whose body seemed to come alive as she played the strings with precision.

Until the guitar solo was abruptly interrupted by the loud and startling sound of a fall, causing the female voices to switch from desperate screams to gasps of shock, and the band quickly ran off the stage, everyone forming a circle around a spot without moving.

"Did the guitarist fall?" Abby heard that question more as an affirmation from Nora, which quickly caught her attention, making her turn to look at her with a furrowed brow, surprising the entire group.

Once it was established that the guitarist had indeed fallen off the stage, all eyes turned to Abby, the always sought-after option whenever something a medical student could handle occurred, but even more so for Anderson, coming from a family of doctors.

"I'll go check..." Abby whispered timidly, unsure of where to look as she noticed all her friends looking expectantly at her, knowing she was capable of helping in this situation.

Abigail slowly rose from her seat, setting down her beer, running her hand through her hair to clear her vision, and asking for permission as she made her way through the crowd to approach the scene. There, she found the guitarist lying on the ground, surrounded by her two concerned bandmates.

After regaining consciousness, the first thing Ellie remembers seeing is none other than an angel sent by the Lord to her, to take her to the afterlife. This moment would forever be etched in the memory of rock, as she passed away following her guitar solo.

At least she was bidding farewell to the world of the dead in peace after being in the presence of an angel, gently caressing her freckled face with gentle yet firm hands. Despite Ellie never being, nor ever will be, a religious person, she could begin to believe after this.

"Oh God, I'm so glad you woke up," Ellie hears the relieved female voice, managing to focus her clear gaze, snapping out of her reverie. "Are you okay?"

Ellie simply nods slowly, realizing that she was still alive, sitting outside the bar, leaning against the brick wall with the cold night air brushing against her exposed skin.

Her hand grazing over her eyes and as she does, her freckled skin becomes more marked with the black eyeliner already in place. However, this motion allows her to see the woman in front of her more clearly.

Strong features, smooth skin except for a sharp scar on the cheek, long blonde hair, concerned blue eyes focused on no one but her, and hopefully, it would always be this way, in addition to her strong hands, larger than Ellie's face, trying to offer some comfort to the guitarist.

No one was allowed to laugh at Ellie's naivety for mistaking that woman for an angel, not even to laugh, because who wouldn't have done the same?

"Who are you?" Ellie dares to ask, still staring at the woman, her green eyes meeting hers, feeling her heart beat even faster at the beauty before her.

"I'm Abigail. Abigail Anderson, I study medicine..." the woman responds and Ellie immediately gets distracted trying to associate Abby's face with that name, fascinated by the small detail. "Are you okay?"

Amidst the silence and observation, Abby slightly furrows her brow in concern, quickly placing Ellie's face between her hands to look for any signs of a concussion.

Though the closeness intimidates her, Abby tries to remain professional and ignore how attractive Ellie is, with her unusual vibe, smudged eyeliner, disheveled hair, and piercings shimmering in the night light.

"Does your head hurt?" Abby manages to get the words out to ask the right question, while her hands still caress Ellie's face, searching for any signs of pain or confusion.

Ellie shakes her head, feeling a little weak but comforted by Abby's presence. Abby's sweet touch is even more comforting for Ellie, who can't focus on any possible pain in front of her.

"No, everything's fine, I think..." Ellie responds in a whisper, attributing her headache to the mix of alcohol and the fall to the floor. "Thanks for caring, doc" she adds with a smile on her lips, the alcohol still in her system making her more confident and unafraid to flirt with Abby.

A giggle escapes Abby's lips as she sees Ellie's attitude, who quickly shakes her head, assuring her that she's fine. Despite everything, Abby remains concerned, removing her hands from Ellie's face.

"I'm glad you're feeling better," Abby whispers, avoiding Ellie's gaze. "Let me know if you feel worse or notice any other symptoms, tell me right away."

Abby's serious tone causes Ellie to snort, nodding obediently, letting Abby know she's listening. Perhaps Ellie misunderstood the situation, or her charms had no effect, or maybe her image lying on the floor wasn't the most attractive.

It's true, Ellie remembers with embarrassment the situation of being sprawled on the floor, completely mesmerized by Abby's image in front of her, caring for her without any ulterior motives. Shame washes over Ellie like the alcohol coursing through her veins, quickly sobering her to reality.

"Sorry..." Ellie mutters under her breath, unsure if Abby can even hear her, but she says it nonetheless, hoping to alleviate some of her humiliation.

Abby listens attentively, but she doesn't respond verbally, just nods quickly, seeking to reassure Ellie that everything is okay, unable to form a coherent sentence herself, longing for Ellie to regain her composure and speak again.

"Thanks for looking out for me. I really appreciate it..." Ellie speaks again, a small smile on her lips, which elicits a smile from Abby too, as if it were contagious, filling her with warmth.

Ellie attempts to rise from the ground on her own, bravely and abruptly, without worrying about the potential consequences, but before she can complete the action, Abby's hand extends towards her, offering assistance in a delicate manner that Ellie quickly accepts without hesitation.

"So... you're heading off alone now?" Abby asks, unsure if it's professional concern for Ellie's well-being or simply a desire to prolong their interaction a little longer.

Although Abby is adept at concealing her intentions, being reserved and formal, a woman who values her privacy, it seems impossible or challenging for anyone to read her and uncover her true motives. But this time, Ellie notices it, realizes it, and discerns the intention behind Abby's words.

Despite Ellie always leaving with her band, escaping from bars to be together, heading to another nightclub to continue the party, always repeating the same routine of getting drunk and picking up girls with the story of being in a band, Ellie nods her head slowly, a smile on her face for understanding what Abby truly means.

"I could use some more medical attention just in case," Ellie responds in an instant, too quick to seem disinterested, but still not trying to hide it beneath the guise of a small joke without taking it too seriously. "Will you walk with me?"

The words catch in Abby's throat, unable to speak as she sees Ellie's smile, her beautiful, freckled face, and that flirtatious yet timid intention mirroring her own. Unable to truly respond, Abby nods dumbly, quickly taking off her jacket and draping it over Ellie's shoulders, covering the sliver of skin exposed by the crop top.

[nymphbroadcast]

Heartslabyul x MC! like Rosie

⊹Synopsis ⊹ೃ 🌹⋆The Heartslabyul boys with a MC! or Yuu like Rosie.

⊹Relationship ⊹ೃ 🌹⋆ Fall in love / free of interpretation.

⊹FEM! MC/Yuu/Reader ⊹ೃ 🌹⋆

⊹Clarifications: I changed the fact that MC! Rosie is a cannibal for obvious reasons and the age of the reader is not specified in case they want to interpret themselves as another species that is not human. I specify that MC! has great talent in the kitchen because Auntie Rosie really gives me THAT expert cook vibes.

⊹Rosie's Analysis ⊹ೃ 🌹⋆

• Rosie is a capable and articulate woman, quite gentle and friendly but no one knows if she is really honest, she is intelligent, patient, courteous, elegant and charming when interacting with others. She is especially kind and affectionate with those she considers her friends, she is very close to her group and is a very good and efficient leader, just as she is kind she can also be intimidating and authoritarian when she wants, her jokes can be somewhat old, which She is right with her taste for the old and old-fashioned, she is good at giving advice and can even offer to solve other people's problems herself, she is a kind host, giving her guests a place to sit and rest and offering to give them food before accepting listen to their problems and possibly offer help, however she also has her dark side, being someone very intelligent and astute, it is relatively easy for her to find people's weaknesses or virtues and manipulate them to her convenience. Among her tastes are cooking, old-fashioned music and meat, she is talented in areas such as cooking and music, especially in singing and charisma, and it is easy to get attached to her and her intelligence, deducing quick solutions to problems.

Riddle Rosehearts

🌹Riddle sees you as a kind of mother, the way you speak to him and see him proudly when he has an achievement makes his little heart feel warm with the maternal affection that he never really had.

🌹 You are his best advisor when he feels overwhelmed or stressed, your calm attitude helps him calm down and think with a cool head.

🌹 Your taste for old or outdated doesn't really bother him, in fact he finds it cute that you look like an ancient woman despite you're apparently being his age.

🌹 Riddle thanks you for calming down the uni-neural duo Adeuce's antics and keeping them calm at least for a while, before you has to be dragged with them into another problem.

🌹 Riddle probably didn't see many movies growing up and only saw a few with his mother, so he probably knows Mary Poppins and might find it curious how much you look like that old character.

🌹 Riddle loves your style and how you combine it with the aesthetics of his dorm, the red and pink colors with black in your elegant and sophisticated outfits remind him a lot of roses and in general of his dorm, along with your good education and good manners he thanks heaven (Crowley) that for once he doesn't have to deal with another troublemaker.

🌹 Due to his closed thinking, Riddle is glad that you like old music, because his mother used to listen to that type when he was younger and almost automatically he learned it by heart, so there are times when both of them do duets in private, singing songs that almost no one at school could recognize.

🌹 The first time he saw your imposing and somewhat... sadistic side... he was paralyzed, for the first time he saw you approach someone without your kind smile and instead it was a smile almost without emotions and as if you were about to eat someone alive (wink~ wink~), at that moment he swore never to turn you against him and even less to get you angry.

🌹 Hiss tea parties are the best since you are present at them and accompany him, your conversations never bore him, whether it is a story of mischief with the duo Adeuce and Grimm or that you have heard some gossip from a student, you always have something what to tell him.

Ace Trappola

♥ YOU HAVE BEEN PROMOTED TO UNOFFICIAL GODMOTHER OF ACE-

♥ This boy is very prone to getting himself and the others around him into trouble, so luckily you are there to control his recklessness.

♥ When Ace is angry or frustrated, whether because of Riddle or because the basketball club lost a game, he comes to you to feel comforted and pampered. You are good at listening to all his complaints and watching him vent without feeling judged. (even if you almost never understand him, because he speaks too complicated and fast-)

♥ However, you always scold him and avoid his disasters when he act like a brat.

♥ Your taste for things that are old-fashioned and old makes him wonder if you are really his age, in addition to your strange way of speaking and your manners reminding him of the old ladies in his neighborhood, however he will never criticize you and instead he may ask you one thing or another joke about that.

♥ It must be said that Ace has quite a sweet tooth, but you managed to convince him to come to you and not to steal Riddle's pies, Ace would never admit out loud the fact that he feels like a spoiled child trying the delicacies you cook for him.

♥ Ace is tender when he wants to, he really likes being with you without doing anything because you tend to spoil him and take care of him. (ROSIE HAS A LOT OF A CUTE MOM VIBES)

♥ Just as Ace is a total idiot, you are a sweetheart of a person, no one knows how the hell you ended up with him and they start to think that Ace put a spell on you or something.

♥ Aside from your good taste and talent in food, Ace is a little disturbed by the fact that you sometimes make either desserts or meals in the shape of human body parts... in addition to your jokes about cannibalism.

♥ Ace admires how easy it is for everyone to like you, he would pay anything to have your talent... I mean, even Riddle adores you!... that may or may not include the fact that he takes advantage of some people 'cause they have you appreciated

♥ In short, he loves you, although sometimes you seem like an old cartoon character because of your personality and tastes, he loves you because you are his compass in his impulse of idiocy.

Deuce Spade

♠️ Deuce... Deuce... this poor boy is exploding with love, we all know this boy LOVES his mother and the fact that you are like one really takes him through the roof.

♠️ Oh your food! Add Deuce to your list of the most loyal (free) customers in all of Twisted Wonderland! this boy dies for your food! It will actually eat anything you give to him, even if he ends up rounder than a ball.

♠️ Oh yeah, you're definitely what he needs, pull his ear when he does something stupid! or reward him with your love when he achieves a goal! this man is at your feet.

♠️ Regarding your tastes... he doesn't really know what to think, on the one hand he finds the fact that you look like an old lady in the fashion of the time adorable and on the other hand it confuses him... How old did you say you were? Are you sure you weren't born in 1920?... oh don't be offended! It just means that you see a lot of those times! It's a compliment!

♠️ Oh I really think Deuce would learn some of your songs just from you, plus he probably knows them if his mother used to listen to them or if he shares tastes with you! I really think Deuce would be a gentleman, even looking at the ground 7/24 when dancing with you so as not to step on you.

♠️ He probably takes photos of you to send to his mother or something, he's really fascinated by how your style combines with your youth and elegance. PS: Mama Spade is already scheduling everything to meet you, lady!

♠️ Deuce really appreciates your advice and teachings, he has improved a lot since he applied them, from his grades to his social relationships, oh my god, this man is going to marry you as soon as you both graduate.

♠️ Deuce believes that you were really meant to be in Heartslabyul, your care with animals, how you don't fail a single Riddle rule and how you have such a motherly relationship with everyone... Deuce admires you the most, girl.

♠️ Deuce notices how you tend to prefer his manners, often jokingly comparing him to Ace and saying something like: "Oh Deuce, polite as always. Ace! You can learn something from him!" And there you have it, as red as Riddle's hair as he feels blessed by the gods to see you so comfortable with him.

♠️ However, you also take care of reminding him that not everyone is good, taking care of his naivety, reminding him that an action can sometimes be worth a thousand words. He thanks you.

♠️ In the end, Deuce realizes that you are perfect for him: Intelligent, wise, educated, friendly and so beautiful in his eyes. You can bet what you want, but this guy will ask you to marry him as soon as he can! Do us a favor and take care of him, this boy loves you very much!

Trey Clover

♣️ Oh boy... There's finally a mom to take care of the big brother of all Heartslabyul! Girl, please take care of this man...

♣️ I think we all know Trey's caring tendency with his teammates, in the end he is surprised when he realizes that you are trying to take care of him and advise him, because usually the one who assumes that role is usually him.

♣️ Sometimes you have to remind him that just like his peers, he is a teenager and should focus on enjoying his youth! The poor man is always taking care of others and forgets about himself :(

♣️ You and Trey are a cute duo, you both cook excellent and take care of others... Who knew you weren't married huh?

♣️ Your old style and taste for the old-fashioned is curious, in reality it doesn't bother him since it is your own style and good for you if it makes you happy.

♣️ It only takes a few minutes for him to realize your resemblance to certain old characters cough Mary Poppins cough... And your exotic way of speaking, I honestly doubt he's ever heard someone with your accent and idioms before aside from one or another old woman.

♣️ Couple's hobby! You two definitely cook together! He is splendid with desserts and you with the common dinner! especially meat!... Trey sometimes doesn't know whether to laugh or ask for help when you start making certain black jokes about human flesh... (That no one understands)

♣️ Trey is amused by your musical nature, you actually sing or hum old songs while you cook or do other things my goodness! He may even end up learning them by listening to you.

♣️ Oh god, take care of this man for us! He's so tired of being the one who takes care of him!... please don't hesitate to pull his ear when he tries to disobey out of mere habit-

Cater Diamond

♦️ TAKE NOTE: CATER IS TURNING YOU INTO A MAGICAME MODEL.

♦️ My God. Cater loves your aesthetic, you give him the most beautiful vintage and dark vibes that he can't resist taking photos of you and uploading them to Magiacme. (with your permission.)

♦️ I don't think Cater will stop when it comes to teaching you about the technology, because even if you don't use it much you still agree to listen to him talk as much as he wants about it.

♦️ Let's say it, Cater is not really as we know him... And he tries to hide it, however you are always there to give him words of support and a sweet hug that takes him out of his turbulent mind.

♦️ Cater will definitely help you create content on networks if you access, cooking recipes, tips or pure photos with your aesthetic. Count on him!

♦️ Cater is amazed by your musical talent, although your voice may not be that of a modern singer who hits exaggerated notes, you know how to use your own voice and create a beautiful symphony and you can bet that Cater records it, even if it is just for him. (With your permission.)

♦️ Cater is already planning the wedding, he can already imagine you in a beautiful white dress with a "mermaid tail" skirt, a beautiful dress adorned with roses or white feathers, your beautiful smile that lights up her days... oh god, you have this man in your hands.

♦️ Cater loves your advice accompanied by a delicious meal or a simple cup of tea, Cater may not like sweets but you especially know how to make him eat some healthy sugar from time to time without making him feel disgusted or directly unable to swallow, now you're the Star chef of Heartslabyul. (Trey prepares the desserts)

♦️ Cater loves being with you, even if it's in silence or listening to your vintage music while you simply rest in each other's presence, this poor boy is tired and you are his comfort.

♦️ Congratulations, you have adopted five children with emotional problems! Now you are the mother/godmother of Heartslabyul, they love you and you love them, please take care of them! and I recommend that you start charging Crowley for the therapy of these boys, because you're leaving here married.

Nymph's Note:

My life is crazy, I had a flood in my apartment due to the negligence of a plumber... you have no idea of ​��the chaos of things I currently live in, documents and clothes got wet, I have had to send many things to wash... Well, life goes on :), I finally managed to finish this one! Rosie really is one of my favorite characters, she's a beauty and I really feel like she fits like a glove with Heartslabyul.

I hope you enjoyed!

Remember to tune in, end of this broadcast!

Heartslabyul Dorm x MC! Like Rosie Done!

Next: Savanaclaw Dorm x MC! Like Carmilla Carmine???

[jounosnumberoneslut]

„ Are you blushing? ’’

Jouno Saigiku x reader fluff

Sorry for the grammatical mistakes english isn't my native language!

Contains... reader and Jouno have crush on each other, they have to work a very interesting mission together, sly Jouno as always

AFAB reader

You work as a Hunting Dog, your speciality is similar to Tachihara’s. In adversary corporation, you can take any role like an actress, in order to earn information. Tachihara is different from you in that, he can integrate for months, while you can only accomplish such duties for a shorter duration of time.

You're not required to take part in such a mission by yourself this time. As per Fukuchi's orders, Jouno and you must act as a married couple in order to sneak into the home of one of Japan's most prominent families, who is hosting a private party this weekend. Teruko created fabricated publicity about you as if you had always been a famous celebrity couple attending this event.

You only have one issue with the entire operation—you've never collaborated together, always working alone. It's easy to play games and flirt with strangers in exchange for information, but the thought of having to pretend yourself as your handsome superior’s wife is sheepish. And the icing on the cake, you two have to go to the other side of Japan, to Kanazawa where you have to finish your mission.

You take a deep breath and remind yourself that this is just another mission, and you've been trained for this. You start brainstorming ideas on how to make your fake relationship with your partner seem more believable, hoping that it will help you complete the mission successfully.

When you reached your destination city, Jouno reminded you that Fukuchi had given you a large sum of money to purchase gorgeous clothes for the evening. Before taking your hotel room, you made your first stop in an expensive-looking casual clothe store. The saleswoman gave you a warm welcome and offered a helping hand.

- I want my wife to stand out from the crowd tonight, thus she would require a particular, elegant attire. It should be a half shouldered, close-fitting, from Jersey fabric, doesn’t reach down under to her knees. With metallic dark red colour, that will be match with my own suit. - he said this with flat expression, just that tipical Jouno smile, you didn’t have time to be shocked.

- I'll bring here them which correspond to your description Sir! What’s your size madam’?

- (your size). - the saleswoman nodded and vanished into the storage, let the two of you alone for a few minutes. You freak out silently to your coworker, your face was red.

- Jouno! What was this? What are you-

- It was Fukuchi’s order, don’t blame on me. - again that calm cocky smile. The woman returned with one dress what excatly looked like what Jouno said.

- I think this will be perfect, maybe it’s a little bit shorter. I found similars if you don’t like it, the fitting rooms are down the hall.

As you thanked the woman for her assistance and took the dress to the dressing room, Jouno followed you.

- You don’t have to be here, I can decide myself is it fits well or not.

- Don’t worry I won’t join while you change your clothes, I’m just curious for the result.

You went inside the cabin and pulled back the curtain after you, not that Jouno could see you anyhow. You tried not to overlook anything odd about your coworker’s act as you grew more and more confused and your heartbeat quickened. It’s merely a job that the two of you must complete.

Since the material of the half-sleeved dress is somewhat thicker, you can calmly take your bra of, so that its strap does not detract from the whole look. That idiot Fukuchi... no matter how you elegantly dressed? You donned it, and it fits your shape smoothly. The rear of the dress just covers your buttocks which is fortunate because it stretches on your thights.

- Let me check it. - suddenly Jouno pulled the curtain aside and stood in the front of you.

He put both of his hands on you shoulders, using one to investigate the clothing, and the other to delicately touch your exposed skin. You remainled silent, were so overhelmed. He gradually raised your arms and indicated to keep them high a little bit. Jouno slowly crooked down in front of you, smoothed his large, gently hand down to the bottom of the dress on both sides of your body. He stayed down and talked to your thights.

- Y/n, are you blushing?

- What, no, no....I just-

- Don’t lie. Your whole face is burning. And your heart wants to breaks out of your chest. I just have to inspect, is it appropriate. A little bit short but don’t worry, I’ll protect you from the perverts.

Jouno carefully got to his feet and move you toward the mirror. He stepped behind you and held your hands on your lower stomach. He placed his head to your crook of neck, you could feel his breath on your bare skin, you swallowed back the quiet moan what wanted to break out.

As you both stood in front of the mirror, Jouno's touch sent shivers down your spine. The intensity of the moment made it hard to resist giving in to the overwhelming desire that pulsed between you.

- How do we look? It will be better if I’ll wear my own suit with the same color.

- Magnificent. Like husband and his wife.

Jouno smiled, as heard your shaky words. He gave you a small kiss onto your neck and left you alone in the cabin, ordered you to change your clothes back while he pays, then you’ll meet outside and go to your hotelroom. You don’t understand why he acts in this manner. He never gave any indication that he desired anything from you. He might be acting in this way because he enjoys torturing you. We’re talking about Jouno, so that could be the reason. He is aware of your embarrassment.

Perhaps Jouno gets a thrill out of seeing you uncomfortable and vulnerable. It's possible that he derives pleasure from exerting control over you and revels in your unease. His knowledge of your embarrassment may fuel his sadistic tendencies, making him enjoy tormenting you even more.

As soon as you got to the hotel, you had a full hour to get ready for the event. You closed yourself in the bathroom, where you changed into your new clothes and the jewelry whats the saleswoman had suggested and Jouno bought. You apply your own makeup and put a crimson lipstick nex to your outfit. As you were finishing Jouno put on his own stylish outfit, which was made of the same metallic and dark red fabric as yours.

Once you were both ready, you admired each other's outfits in the hotel room mirror. The coordinated attire made you feel like a power couple, ready to make a statement at the event.

As a last steps Jouno stood in front of you, took your right hand, put a ring on to your finger, then one of his own. You are completely immersed in the intimate situation and came back to life when you felt Jouno’s lips on your mouth. When he leaned back, licked his lips.

- What was this for Jouno?! - your head was redder now than all day.

- I just checked did you put on lipstick or not. Good girl, I wanted to ask put on a red one.

- You are acting so strange since we left Yokohama! I don’t know what’s behind it all, but please tell me, I can’t go for this event like this!

Jouno chuckled and sat on the bed.

- My dear Y/n. You are adorable, but I don’t want to screw this mission up. How badly I want to play with you more...I’ll be honest. Originally this mission was for you and Tecchou, I asked the boss to swap with him. And Fukuchi didn’t give us money to your clothes. This was also mine idea. I just wanted spend more time with you and this is funnier than a date in a café, don’t you think? This was fun to me, hearing your emotions.

You’ve been overhelmed by the emotions after Jouno’s words. You wanted to hug and smack him out of anger and surprise but you managed to to control yourself. He just smiled at you and awaited to your reaction. You swallowed a big one, walked over to him, sat down on one of his leg, tucked his hair behind his ear.

- This means you won’t take me out to a café? - you asked. He caressed your red cheek.

- Are you free on the next weekend?

FUN FACT

It’s funny, some prompts are sooo simple like this one, but I didn’t want to write so simple fic.

I talked about this with @nikolaiismysugardaddy she said I should left here what was my first idea:

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You and Tecchou silently ate in the lunchroom of the Hunting Dogs HQ. Jouno joined to you with his own meal. He warmed up his noodles, and asked for the salt. You reached for the salt like him and your hand accidentally met with his. You pulled away your hand, embarassed because of his touch.

- Are you blushing? - Jouno asked.

* Tecchou just eating between the two of you*

The End

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Whatever... I hope you like this one @spenzitz 🩶🩶 have a nice weekend!!

masterlist

dividers are from @cafekitsune

[comfortmelodies]

Hello! Could I request a x reader fanfic or headcanons (whichever you feel like writing) with Tamaki Suoh and a fem reader who behaves a lot like Haruhi but lets out all of her flustered and embarrassed feelings when in private? Tysm! Feel free to decline if you aren’t comfortable

thanks for being my first request!! 💕 i hope its you your liking :)

tamaki suoh x fem haruhi-like!reader

a/n; this was very calming to write!! i started it at the beginning of the day yesterday so it was kinda a destresser 😭 i feel like i wrote tamaki to dramaticly but also that is kinda his thing. much love to tamaki suoh, and to you anon!!

word count: 1187

Tamaki Suoh is a very elegant, very grand, and very poise guy. It’s who he is. It’s not like you could stop his over the top gestures or vehement antics.

When sitting around in the Host Club, not doing anything in particular, you always see him as such. You like to think that he loves the theatrics more than anything. However, you’d also like to think there is one more thing he loves.

“Y/N, Dear?” You’re forcefully taken out of your dozing off. Tamaki arrived to you with a red rose in his hand and another hand behind his back.

You couldn’t help but turn away at this magnificent gesture. What's with this guy, seriously? Despite yourself, you respond, “Hi, Tamaki-senpai.”

“I couldn’t help but notice you falling asleep over here! Is the Host Club not to your standards!? What would you have in mind, for a better and bigger host club,” He kept going. Something you noticed over your time of knowing him, is that he also, really likes to talk.

You let out a gentle laugh, “It’s okay! I’m just tired from school, that's all.”

Tamaki’s worrying gaze fell upon you, “A girl like you shouldn’t be so tired to the point of falling asleep during club hours! Are you sure there’s nothing more?”

Seeing Tamaki be so outwardly caring made your hands cover your face, parting two fingers to be able to see him with one eye. You sigh, “It’s alright Tamaki-senpai, seriously. Nothing to be worried over.”

Even after your reply, you knew he wouldn’t let this go.

He places the rose in your hand and takes a seat next to you. He looks around the room, sighing every other second. “Y/N. This is horrible! One should be able to get a healthy amount of rest to be able to live the day to the fullest!” He stretches out his arms and they dramatically fall onto the back of the sofa.

You look at him and laugh a little. “Here,” you lend out your hand to place the rose under his face, “Thanks for worrying about me, but I’m okay, I mean it.”

Instead of taking the rose, he turns his head directly to you. “No, no! Y/N, I’m coming over tonight, we’re going to get you to bed on time!”

You drop the rose and immediately go to cover your face again. Seriously, what's with him? Why is he so direct like this? Your worries floating around in your mind do not come to fruition, all you can muster up in this state is a measly, “Oh, Oh, Okay…”

°»｡ ∾･⁙･ ღ ➵ ⁘ ➵ ღ ･⁙･∾ ｡«°

As it turns out, ‘tonight’ actually meant ‘right after school’.

At the very least, he did help you bring your bag’s home. “Thanks Tamaki-senpai but you really didn’t need to do all of this,”

“Sush!” Unable to move his arms around due to the both of them being occupied he put more expression into his face, “This is simply what a gentleman like I should do! Besides, it may be the heaviness of the bags that make you so tired.”

He was really thoughtful, even if it costs your brain functioning properly. You feel a slight heat rush to your face, but you don’t feel a need to cover up this time. “Maybe!”

As the two of you arrived at your house, you decided to take initiative, “You can sleep in my bed, I’ll set up one of our spare mattresses,” before you finish speaking Tamaki takes a hold of your hand, but it was subtle.

“I don’t think so. Sleeping on something like that could cause you even more sleep debt!” He’s still holding your hand. It’s soft, it's like a comforting blanket.

You want to respond but you’re a bit too focused on the fact he’s holding your hand just to walk you through your own house. “Ah, um…”

“I’ll sleep on the mattress! Don’t worry!” He swings his arms up to a ‘Hooray!’ position, causing your arm to follow.

He’s so… Your were visibly flustered by now, all you could say was a very soft, “…Yeah.”

The afternoon passes by quicker than ever with him around. He’s endless, and yet such a fun version of infinity. Heading to your room, he nearly tripped over nothing, it’s an amazing sight to see him have this much fun.

“So, I sleep there,” Tamaki pointed to the ground next to your bed, “and you, there?”

“Yeah, that’s pretty much the plan.” You wonder why he bothered asking such an obvious question.

Standing around, Tamaki checked out the room. He started to hum under his breath, almost as if wondering why he asked that as well.

“Y/N, do you think your sleep would… be better if I was in the bed with you?” He did not ask this while looking at you, he stood with his eyes firmly at the wall.

Hmm? Your face, bright red, “Um,” you stutter out your words, “Yea, Yeah, that’s,” You’d hate to inform him that if he was to sleep with you in your bed your heart would actually be racing and it would be much harder to actually go to sleep, so you say, “O- Okay. It’s okay.”

Tamaki’s smile illuminated the room, “You’re absolutely adorable! Alright, no mattress it is!”

“Uh.. Uhuh…” Calling you adorable like that made your thoughts completely incomprehensible.

Getting into bed, you could feel your heart beating out of your chest. Then, a flash. He was there too, with his eyes towards yours.

If you wanted to have a conversation with him, your brain certainly disagreed with you. Even with the light’s off, and the light in the sky dimmed, he was so clear to you. His blonde hair, his purple eyes. Those things were just something you saw everyday. But, tonight, staring at his natural features, you were star-struck. He gave you the softest smile you think you’ve seen in your whole life.

“I love you, dear.” He spoke gently, not too loud to wake you up if you fell asleep, but not too quiet so you wouldn’t hear.

You let out a sound of embarrassment, since that’s all you could really do, with your words and thoughts and actions being all jumbled up. Your heartbeat was loud and Tamaki could definitely feel it, and the blood rushing to your face was fast.

With the last few working brain cells, you manage to let out, “I love you, too.”

You saw him fall asleep after that. You’d love to go to sleep too, but maybe this sight—a sight you’d print out if given the chance—was close enough to repay your sleep debt. Your heartbeat calms as the night slowly takes you to dreamland. The blush will probably be staying on your face, though.

When drifting out, you think to yourself. Would life be comfortable if you two were together every night like this?

It wouldn’t be comfortable! You have zero-sense around him! Yet… it’s something you’d enjoy.

Yeah.

You wouldn’t mind this, for the rest of your life.

[asordinaryppl]

A3! Seasonal Event - Anniversary Game: Episode 7

Izumi: When everyone’s lined up in their costumes like this, their aura is pretty amazing, you could say…

Izumi: Both sides are cool!

Azami: “Hmph. Well, as long as I’m the King, we’re not losing to those Blue guys.”

Hisoka: “The Red faction gets so hot-blooded, you guys can’t see what’s in front of you… Don’t you think you should learn to be a bit more calm?”

Azami: Yeah, this feels pretty good.

Izumi: (Fufu, looks like both Azami-kun and Hisoka-kun have already prepared themselves for the announcement of the Anniversary Game.)

Iwakami: M-MANKAI Company, the event is about to start, so if you could follow me…!

Azami: Yeah, got it. … Oh, hey, Iwakami. Good job out there.

Kumon: Morning, Iwakami-kun! Let’s do our best for the next three days!

Iwakami: Y-Yes! I look forward to working with you!

-

Host: Now, it’s almost time for the Kings of both sides to announce the Anniversary Game.

Host: First, King of the Red faction, and his Bishop and Knight, move forth!

Azami: “Thank you all for coming here today to celebrate my country’s anniversary.”

Azami: “The Red faction intends to entertain you till you’re satisfied by showing their full power. Look forward to it.”

Izumi: (Azami-kun is dignified, and plays the role of a king well.)

Azami: “Everyone present here, follow me. I will make sure you won’t regret it.”

Izumi: (Eh… That line’s not… Is he improvising…!?)

Azuma: “Our King’s feelings for the people of the country are ten times stronger than anyone else’s.”

Chikage: “And his love for chess is ten… no, a thousand times stronger than the average person’s.”

Izumi: (An apt follow by the Bishop and Knight... This reminds me of when Sakyo-san announced the opening of the park.)

[applause]

Audience A: The Red King is so cool!

Audience B: So reliable…! I’ll follow you!

Izumi: (Hehe, the audience seems to have enjoyed themselves. That’s good.)

Host: Next, King of the Blue faction, come forth with your Bishop and Knight!

Hisoka: “Alright, got it.”

-

Izumi: (... Well, we’re on the second day of the Anniversary Game. It looks like a lot of customers came today, too.)

Kumon: “The giant chess is over this way. I hope you have a wonderful time.”

Tsuzuru: “You’re hungry, you say!? That is quite a big deal… The food corner should be over that way…!”

Izumi: (Everyone plays their roles and does the customer service well. It looks like the customers are having fun, too.)

Man: Hey, you. Play a round of chess with me.

Hisoka: !

Man: You’re the King of the Blue faction, but you can’t even play chess? Hah, some King.

Izumi: (The customer is cornering Hisoka-san…! What should I do? Should I call someone…?)

Hisoka: …

Izumi: (Eh? Hisoka-san just looked at me and shook his head?)

Hisoka: “Even if you’re a resident of my country, I won’t cut corners in a chess game. Is that alright with you?”

Man: Tch, acting all superior… You’re on!

-

Man: … Forgive me.

Izumi: (Hisoka-san wiped the floor with him…)

Man: I thought this was all just an act, so I picked a fight… I will reflect on my actions.

Hisoka: “No, I enjoyed myself. Thank you.”

Izumi: (His elegant smile quite fits the Blue King.)

[applause]

Audience A: It was a good game!

Audience B: The Blue King is so lovely…!

Izumi: (Lots of people gathered before I noticed… Seeing that it’s this lively, the second day ought to be a great success as well.)

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[brittanymoura]

the heir & the emissary

Eris Vanserra x OC (estranged Archeron sister)

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Feyre sat bolt upright in a high back chair situated at one end of a long, ornate table. Her legs were crossed at the ankles and her hands folded upon the tabletop. She was the picture of calm, easy, elegance. To her left sat Rhys, covered head to toe in exquisite black garments as he reclined in his seat, occasionally picking at his cuticles as though he couldn’t be any more bored if he tried. And located just behind them, in her peripheral vision was the remainder of her family. She could see two large sets of wings and two pairs of elegantly long legs sitting stock still. She allowed herself to glance around the table, taking in those in attendance.

At the opposite end of the long table sat Kallias and Viviane acting as the hosts of this meeting. They were the sparkling embodiment of icy indifference; their hands clasped together on the table in a show of unity. To their right sat Tarquin and to his right sat Thesan. To their left sat Eris and to his left sat Helion. She allowed her gaze to swivel around the table and it did not escape her notice that still, after all this time, the table was effectively separated between seasonal and solar courts. 

“I know we have been here for rather longer than I had originally hoped today so I’d like to start wrapping this meeting up soon but before we can do so, there is one more issue we need to discuss,” Kallias spoke, his gaze falling upon Eris. “As you can all see we seem to be missing two high lords and we received, frankly, suspicious letters from both of them regarding this meeting.” Kallias passed the letters along the table. 

“My father has been increasingly paranoid lately and more secretive than usual. That alone is not cause for concern, given my fathers temperament but I’ve also noticed a large number of warriors being reallocated to projects I am not privy to.” Eris stated. 

The letters made their way around the table and finally Feyre was able to pick one up. She read them over quickly before passing them to Rhys. 

“These are nearly identical notes,” Feyre gasped. Her eyes pulled up to look across the table to Kallias and Viviane. 

“Yes. It is worrisome. We can reasonably assume that they are meeting with each other but for what reason we can only guess at this time.” Viviane nodded slightly.

“I can send my Spymaster to Spring to take a look around. Maybe we can see if anything strange is going on over there. Well, beyond the obvious,” Rhys said, smirking. “Think you can get any more information from Beron?” He added, addressing Eris directly for the first time.

“I can try, though he is particularly distrustful of me lately. I’ll see what I can do.” Eris responded.

“We also have someone currently looking into the situation in Spring. She’s there as we speak so we should hopefully have some new intel soon.” Viviane spoke softly. Eris’ head snapped in her direction, flames alight in his eyes.

“You sent her to Spring?” He hissed, hackles rising in agitation. Feyre’s eyebrows shot up into her hairline as she fought to keep the surprise off her face. Rhys tilted his head slightly to the right, the only outward display that Eris’ behavior had also caught his attention. In all the years they had been dealing with Eris at this point neither had ever seen such genuine emotion out of him.

“We asked her to go and she agreed.” Viviane replied, keeping her face neutral. 

He shot up out of his seat, palms flat against the table and glaring down his nose at her. “You know how she feels about that place after all she has been through. How could you ask her to go there?” Kallias was immediately out of his seat.

“Sit down Eris. You’re one step away from being out of line.” Kallias growled out. The two males stared each other down for a few more seconds before Eris brushed his hands over his chest and sat back down. Kallias was soon to follow. 

What was that? Feyre reached out to the minds of her companions.

I have never, in all my years of knowing him, seen him react that way to anything. Rhys responded. 

“She should be back shortly,” Kallias resumed speaking, glancing over to Eris again, “perfectly unharmed.” He then allowed his attention to fall back to the room as a whole, “I have asked a close friend and advisor of mine to take a peak around and just see what she could find. I will get what information I can from her as soon as she returns.”

Eris let out a little laugh under his breath, “advisor huh? Did she get a promotion?”

Viviane let out a small, breathy, laugh as well, “you know as well as I do that while her official title is ‘emissary’ she does much, much more than that for us.” Eris nodded, a small smile upon his lips. Feyre blinked. She could barely comprehend what she was witnessing. A genuine smile? At the thought of another? She looked back at him but found his face to be as blank as could be. Had she imagined it?

The meeting continued for a short while longer and the sun was beginning to go down in the sky by the time they had called it quits. 

“Unfortunately, you cannot winnow from within the palace walls. We will need to exit to the main courtyard out front before you can pass the wards and leave. Let us walk you.” Kallias advised, standing from his seat. He took Viviane’s hand, pulling her to stand and placing a kiss upon her knuckles. They nodded to the guard stationed beside the large cedar doors and they were promptly hoisted open. The High Lord and Lady of Winter proceeded through the open doors and down the long corridor which would take them and their guests beyond the palace walls.

Behind them strode Helion, Thesan and Tarquin deep in conversation. Their heads were bent together, large grins on their faces. It was likely that they were spreading some gossip or another, as they were wont to do. Eris followed closely behind them, his hands were stuck into his pockets and his head held high. Despite his posture displaying the usual arrogant demeanor, the furrowing of his brows and downturn of his lips gave away his internal struggle. 

Pulling up the rear of the group were the High Lord and High Lady of Night and their Inner Circle. None of them spoke a word but shared looks amongst themselves that screamed ‘we have so much to discuss when we get home’. Cassian had Nesta tucked into his side, one wing being used to huddle her in closer. Rhys and Feyre had their hands clasped between them, walking with Azriel and Mor hovering on either side of them. 

Up ahead Feyre saw Kallias and Viviane come to a stop in the entrance to the courtyard. Though she was much too far behind to hear words she could see that they were speaking to someone. Kallias’ body blocked them from her view but she could see Viviane reach out a hand to lightly brush their arm in a motion of comfort. 

The group continued to get closer as they moved down the corridor. She heard Kallias let out a small chuckle and saw him nod his head in a clear act of dismissal. Everything beyond this point happened so fast, that to this day she remains unsure if this was all a fever dream. 

Eris came to a halt in front of them at the opening of the courtyard, just beyond the wards, removing his hands from his pockets, causing them to come to an abrupt stop as well so as not to crash into him. The body of a small woman stepped around Kallias and came flying at full speed through the courtyard in a sprint. Rhys stuck his arm out in front of Feyre and two sets of wings flared out around her in a protective manner, covering all three females present. 

The woman approached Eris and flung herself into the air. He caught her easily around the waist, spinning in an attempt to keep them both upright. A loud squealing noise filled the air which was immediately followed by a bellowing laugh. Her arms were thrown round his neck and her face was buried in the crook of his neck as well. His eyes were closed and the brightest smile Feyre had ever seen adorned his face.

One arm remained around her waist as he lowered her feet to the floor, his other hand moving up her spine and burying itself into her pale blonde hair. She pulled her head back to look at his face, wearing an equally bright smile. 

“Eris,” she breathed, “you’re here.” Feyre could see her profile and was able to catch the small tears beading in her blue-gray eyes. Eyes that were so familiar. Eyes that she saw every time she looked at her sister; every time she looked into the mirror. 

“Tegan,” he looked upon her face as if attempting to memorize every inch of her. He looked up briefly, catching Kallias’ gaze. Kallias gave him a brief nod which he returned before he was swallowed up by magic and disappeared before their eyes.

[starryseafo4m]

YOU AND ARLE ARE SO CUTE , plus also how elegant and lovely you both are??? Need you to ramble more about this sweet otp ♡

im not even kidding i am so very curious <33 tell me anything!

HDHEKDBDJAKSHSJHS IT GEN MAKES ME SO HAPPY WHEN I GET TO RAMBLE ABOUT ANY OF MY F/OS<33333{tytytytytyyyyyyyyysm rose you are such a sweetheart plus you and diluc also look so elegant!!!!!}

okokokok so in celebration of Arles birthday I'd really like to express our way of bonding<3 it's basically a mix of quality time and physical touch, because Arle is a busy woman, it's understandable that after a tiresome mission the first thing we do is cuddle till we both fall asleep in eachothers embrace. But when we are having a casual day off we hide ourselves in a small room with a crackling fireplace and read books as we sit next to each other simply hold hands while calming music is playing in the background {here's an example of what we usually listen to}

{bonus}And whenever there's a banquet she always makes sure to get me something that I'll genuinely enjoy because she knows I'm a picky eater to the core and if she's the one hosting it she'll always have something extra for me for example deserts she knows I love or spanakopita {aka spinach pie, ikik it sounds disgusting. I wouldn't have tried it if I had just heard of it now, but I grew up with it and I'm in love with it, def one of my favourite foods}

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Books and Wings

It’s not like I have the next chapter of a fic due, or a million works in progress. So I couldn’t help but write this little bit of fluffy feel good-ness with Feyre and Nesta that popped into my head.

I just reread the end of ACOSF and then spent all day ignoring work and binging @whyisaravenlike-awritingdesk��s absolutely incredible Begged and Borrowed Time and decided I wanted to write something cute about the Archeron sisters.

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Summary: Feyre surprises Nesta in the House of Wind library to borrow a book. The sisters explore their new, healing relationship. 

Snippet:

The harsh click of the doorknob was the only warning for the entangled couple that they were no longer alone in the library.

“Oh,” Feyre said, freezing with her hand on the handle, a full wine glass sloshing in her other hand.

Cassian and Nesta were likewise frozen. In a split second, one that assured the High Lady that at least the two were still clothed, Cassian spread his wings to shield them.

“Sorry,” she stuttered. “I was just…coming to get a book.”

Cassian finally let down the wings, the two of them turning to her, Nesta straightening the skirt of her flowing dress and combing fingers through her hair.

“I can come back later,” Feyre said.

Perhaps, she thought with a drop of her stomach, she was not yet used to the House of Wind belonging to her sister and mate. Ever since the events of the last few weeks, Feyre had worked hard to soften the High Lady approach as she held onto the new tender happiness of her sister. Barging into rooms in their house like she owned them was probably not doing her any favors.

“It’s all right,” Nesta said with a bit of a sigh. Turning to Cassian she said, “Aren’t you supposed to be having some important strategy talk with Az?”

“It wasn’t that important,” Cassian countered, taking a deep calming breath. Nesta ran a finger down the outside of his wing, forcing a shudder from her mate as she stepped further out of his embrace.

Feyre stepped back into the hallway, biting the inside of her cheek as she let the two disentangle themselves. She heard Cassian’s low whisper and sound of his lips on Nesta’s cheek as he strode out of the room.

She looked up at him sheepishly, unable to hide her grin.

“I’m going to put a bell on you,” he said, pausing at the doorway to flick her nose.

“I’d like to see you try,” she said, batting her eyelashes.

Turning away from the General stalking down the hall, Feyre peeked her head back into the doorway nervously at her sister.

“I could have left, you know.” She said.

“Let him miss me. It will be good for him.” Nesta replied. There was no bite in her voice but her face was the usual hard expression she always wore. She waved Feyre into the room with an elegant sweep of her arm. Sometimes Feyre forgot that her sister had been trained to be a lady, a hostess, a Queen of society since birth.

She hid her smirk at the memory that hit her of Rhys making an identical gesture to the Palace Governor’s at their last dinner. Her mate and her sister may have crashed themselves into a new and more peaceful relationship, but Feyre would keep her observations of their many, many similarities for another time.

The sisters sat in silence for a moment as Feyre curled up on one of the large armchairs, Nesta waiting, host-like, to sit until after she had settled.  

It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, but it was a tentative one.

Now that Nyx was a few weeks old, and surrounded by a flurry of attentive nurses and household staff, they had slowly resumed family dinners. As hard as it was sometimes to leave her son, even for a few hours, Feyre reveled in the loud and joyful meals. Over wine and food, she sometimes sat back and simply watched, feeling her heart expand in her chest to the point of pain. The meetings were both a celebration and a healing, and much needed after so much fear and tragedy that had almost come to pass.

The High Lady watched Nesta’s icy exterior melt under the attentions of her new mate. Listened to the conversations between Nesta and Rhys, polite but surrounded with small kind smiles instead of ire. Saw the unbridled joy in Cassian as he sat beside his mate, overflowing the room with love for his whole family, now complete. And she smiled at Elain who, still healing, had nonetheless planted her feet fully in the soil and found her way further and further into her new family at the Night Court.

Feyre hadn’t realized that this is what she always wanted. That this was even possible . Oh, she knew early in her life that her family was cold, lacking. Watched how other families at her mother’s lavish balls would cling together, dancing and sharing jokes and games like they actually enjoyed each other’s company. When she had found Rhys, found her new family, she thought that this was it: if your own family failed, then family could be the people you choose.

But now, to also have her sisters here…to see Nesta thaw bit by bit, glowing with confidence and love. To watch proper Elain blushing but smiling slyly at the latest vulgarity hurled across the table. To actually have the chance to love them, to build a relationship with them after all the struggles…

Though the moniker had often been draped around her unwillingly, sitting at the table with her family she sometimes couldn’t help but think: Cauldron-blessed .

And now she had her own family, a chance to correct so many wrongs from her own upbringing. When she couldn’t sleep, Feyre would wander into Nyx’s nursery quietly and stand and watch him sleep, memorizing the red blush on his fat cheeks, watching the gentle twitches of his tiny wings as he breathed softly. More often than not she would eventually find Rhys watching her from the doorway, his face full of love, and look down and find herself glowing.

It helped that she could share her joy, her love, and all her fears with her mate. After her body had healed, their renewed lovemaking was a gentle, trembling thing, often ending with the two of them in each other’s arms with unbridled tears running down their cheeks, equal parts thankful and fearful of what they had almost lost.

Once, Feyre had laughed out loud at a memory: of her in a reeking cell, spitting on his face, wanting to claw out his eyes at his cruel sneer and endless taunts. She wanted to go back and shake them both. Do you know what is coming?  She would ask. Do you know what you could have?

The idiots.

Still feeling light with joy from dinner, and not a little bit of wine, Feyre looked back at her sister.

“You wanted a book?” Nesta asked.

She nodded. “I asked Rhys to recommend something last night. He gave me this two-thousand year old philosophy book written by someone named ‘Orion the Mad.’ I think his theories were about how magic came from an undiscovered race of tiny gnomes that lived at the center of the planet.” She smiled as she swirled her wine. “I thought I might ask you instead.”

Nesta clicked her tongue, regarding her sister for a moment. “I don’t know if you’ll particularly like my books.”

“As long as there aren’t madmen or astronomical equations, I’m willing to give it a shot.”

Feyre once again found herself locked under the hard stare of her elder sister.

After a moment, Nesta made her decision. She rose from the couch and scanned the bookshelf, plucking a small, worn, leather-bound book from in front of her. She cooly flipped through the pages, skimming the words quickly until she found what she was looking for and held open a page to Feyre with a flourish.

Feyre took a deep sip of her wine and tore her eyes away from the impressive figure of her sister and began to read.

Her eyebrows shot up.

“Oh,” she said for the second time tonight.

And then she giggled.

It was an unbidden, child-like sound that made Nesta’s eyes go wide.

She racked her own memory as far back as she could, back to Feyre as a child. Surely sometime in all their lives Feyre had been, for a moment, a carefree, laughing child, filled with joy.

But she came up empty.

Nesta, as well, had begun reflecting on the many new faces of Feyre she had seen in these months of their new lives together. Sometimes she too would watch Feyre at dinner, laughing and happy and in love with her family, and feel her heart ache. Sometimes, she wondered if it had taken a full twenty-one years for her to truly see her sister for everything that she was.

For the Feyre before her was almost a mystery compared to all their memories below the wall. She remembered the stubborn, sullen child, her face locked in a toddler’s too-serious scowl, always battling a war with their mother she would never win. Or the sister, her face tired and haggard, quietly and slowly eating some watered-down version of stew at the dining table, savoring each bite to make it last. On the hard nights, she would only break her silence to stomp over any foolish plans or hopes they discussed for the future, bearing down on them with the cynical weight of reality. When Nesta couldn’t take her youngest’s tired commands any more, she would snag at the fiery temper she knew was always under the surface. She knew the sharpest and quickest ways to work Feyre into a fury, into a stuttering rage, as only a sister could.

Only weeks ago, these new facets of Feyre could be enough to send Nesta spiraling into her own cold rage. Once freed from their family, it seemed that Feyre had only transformed into something new. Something powerful. The High Lady, the ruler, the woman in love, the mother, the powerful fae who ran headlong into battle with a sword on her back.

Nesta knew deep down the anger was towards herself. That Feyre had needed to escape them and her endless, tireless care for them to become this new version of herself. Maybe her true self. And what did that say about their family?

But now, there was tentative peace between them, and Nesta was trying. Trying to love Feyre’s happiness as she grew her own within her heart. Trying to see how their joy need not be a competition, but instead something that could blend and multiply between them. A gift of their new lives together.

Feyre was still absorbed in the book, the light blush on her cheeks slowly traveling down her pale neck.

“Are you drunk?” Nesta asked.

Blue-grey eyes shot to her, almost guilty.

“I haven’t had a drink in months. My tolerance isn’t what it was. And Mor sat next to me at dinner,” she explained.

Nesta snorted.

But something in her chest warmed. This was a new face of Feyre too. Goofy. Silly. Young.

Her youngest sister. Her sister. Who she could take care of.

Who she could love.

Her blushing, slightly glassy-eyed sister now looked from the book and back up to Nesta, her lips twitching. She downed the rest of her wine and put down the glass.

“Have you found all the best parts of the wings yet?” Feyre asked.

Nesta’s eyebrows shot up.

But Feyre, emboldened by the wine or the book or both, forged ahead.

She tented her hands into a triangle, an approximation of the apex of Illyrian wings. And then wiggled her pointer finger under the crest.

“Inside, at the top, just where the bone meets the membrane,” she said, conspiratorially. “He’ll be on his knees for days.”

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