#this is probably the most I've ever added pictures when answering an ask but it was also a lot of fun doing it :D

[distinguishedstudentfishalien]

AHHH ok, let's talk about Lucifer and Alastor

I've been reading a lot of reactions to Hazbin: from the gushers who think the show is perfect to the hyper-critical who hate the show, the creator, and everything in between. I don't fall into any of those categories. I had a lot of fun watching it, but there were some things I liked, and some others I didn't. You know, as it's usually the case with any piece of media one interacts with.

I love reading other people's opinions. It makes me pay more attention to things I might have missed. BUT for Hazbin, most of the criticism I've seen boils down to two things: either "I, personally, didn't like it, so that means it's bad" which is not the hot take people seem to think it is, or just lack of media literacy.

I won't go over all the examples of that last point (there are plenty), but one example people are using to criticize the show --which I can't seem to get out of my head so now I have to write about it-- it's how out of left field it was for Alastor to think of himself as a father figure to Charlie.

My guys and guysettes, that's because he doesn't.

He does it to piss off Lucifer, because he doesn't like him. That's it.

"But they just met, why doesn't he like him?" I don't know! but let's go over some examples, shall we?

In the first episode, during Alastor's TV ad, we see a picture of the hotel, clearly drawn by him. I ask you to look to the bottom left where it says "No tacky circus decor! I promise"

Do we know what he is referring to? Sure we do! the ring circus master himself! Lucifer Morningstar, whose whole schtick is circus-related. Clearly, Alastor is not a fan.

When Lucifer arrives to the hotel, did anybody catch Alastor's first reaction? (besides calling him short to his face, ofc)

Do you see that trembling eye? He is PISSED. Why? Who the hell knows! But he clearly does not care for the King of Hell himself (if you force me to give you my opinion on this, I think it's because of Alastor's delusions of grandeur, and plain-ole narcissism, but that is a conversation for another post, if I ever gather enough energy to write it)

He introduces himself and immediately does this. R-U-D-E.

Now, let's talk about the song itself, which, again, is clearly just an attempt to piss off Lucifer and not really about Charlie. At all.

He only cares about Lucifer's reactions. Because he is not being HONEST. We can all see that? right?? I mean, it is pretty FREAKING obvious. He is just trying to get a rise out of Lucifer.

And now, the moment we were all waiting for, the infamous "call me dad" moment.

Which had nothing to do with Charlie, and it was just another example of Alastor being the most annoying bastard alive. He is not even looking at her! He is staring Lucifer dead in the eye and saying "piss off shortie".

Why? Again, I dunno. Your guess is as good as mine. I hope we'll get the answer in season 2, because immediate animosity against the King of Hell himself is something I need some context for. Is it funny? Absolutely! I love that song! The violin solo? PURE GOLD (he he)

But for the love of Christ and the Antichrist, please stop thinking of "Alastor thinks of himself as Charlie's dad out of nowhere" as a valid criticism. As some have speculated, Alastor involvement with Charlie will probably have something to do with Alastor's deal and 7-year absence. If it's never explained, then sure, what the heck Vivzie?? please include it on the show!

There are PLENTY of things we could criticize about Hazbin (and people smarter and with more energy than me have done so already). But there are so many examples of "criticism" that are just examples of "I don't know how to interact with media anymore" and I beg of you to do better. This is a tiny example of the show showing and not telling, and some of y'all failed the comprehension test.

It is a fun show, guys. Enjoy it.

TL;DR: Alastor does not think he is Charlie's dad, ffs. He just wanted to piss off Lucifer.

[writtenjewels]

Voice part 2

Part One

Over the next few days, Salim listened to his meditation tape whenever he needed to relax. Sometimes it was only once, sometimes twice a day. His favorite time to do it was just as he was getting into bed. Listening to that charming Southern voice talk him through a massage usually eased him into sleep. He tried going to a real massage parlor, but he couldn't find one that employed Americans with Southern accents. Even if such a person existed, Salim doubted they would be willing to call him “darlin'.”

So he stuck to the tape. Sometimes when the voice spoke to him, he answered, and again he would get the sense the words were shifting to accommodate him. It was hard to know for sure because when the thought came to him, he was usually close to drifting off to sleep. He put it aside for later and by the time he woke up, he decided it wasn't really that important to worry about.

Zain came over to visit. The two of them spent as much time together as they could. Salim loved hearing about his son's success at college. There wasn't as much to say concerning Salim's own life.

[Baba, it's okay if you want to go out and find someone,] Zain told him.

[I know, son. Thank you.]

He thought about the prospect after Zain left. His boy was probably right: it was past time for Salim to put himself out there. But the idea made him nervous. His courtship with Maysa was all arranged, their outings together supervised. He put in his meditation tape, knowing it could put him at ease.

“Hey, darlin',” the Southern voice greeted him. “Been a while. You all right?”

“Yes, I'm fine. I'm thinking to start dating again.” Saying the words out loud made it feel more real.

“That so.” There was silence for a moment. “You ready for it?”

“I don't really know,” Salim sighed. “I've only ever been with my wife, and we didn't date in the way Americans do. I don't know why I'm telling you that,” he added.

“It's 'cause I'm such a good listener.” Salim laughed; he couldn't help picturing a face smirking at him playfully while saying those words. It was obvious now that this tape was not normal: its words were too specific. Unlike his son, Salim never believed in the supernatural before. He didn't know what was at work here, but it was clearly beyond the ordinary.

And he realized it didn't bother him. He liked listening to this strange tape, and its charming Southern speaker.

“Will you help me?” he asked.

“Name it,” the voice responded immediately. Salim smiled, feeling a little flutter in his chest.

“Your massages relax me.” He hesitated, feeling ridiculous as he said, “Though if you can give me any tips on what to say, I would appreciate it.”

“Fuck, I donno. Your looks will probably do most of the work.”

“Don't be ridiculous,” Salim snorted. There was silence again, and he started to get undressed for bed.

“Start with a joke,” the voice advised. “Puts 'em at ease. Then maybe a compliment.”

“All right.” Salim stretched out on his bed. “I'll try that.” He waited, but the voice was silent. “What's wrong?” he asked.

“Nothin',” the voice assured him. “Nothin's wrong, darlin'.” The massage description proceeded as usual. Though Salim found it soothing, his mind was occupied and he couldn't fall asleep easily.

He couldn't shake this feeling that the voice on the tape just lied to him.

[kittyhuii]

User kittyhuii what are you waiting for…now we need a comforting crying Jun fic like🥹

╰┈➤ 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥

➠ genre: hurt, comfort and fluff towards the end

➠ pairings: jun x gn!reader

➠ word counter: 762 words

With the flip of a spatula, the pair of sunny side up eggs on the pan sizzled. You check the time on the wall clock behind you, it was 6:03am and you were cooking breakfast for you and your boyfriend Jun.

After a few more minutes of cooking, the whole kitchen lingered with the scent of toasts and eggs. Ah yes, a perfect breakfast. The sizzling on the pan died down as you lifted off the eggs and laid them on top of the toasts you prepared for the two of you. Silence filled the house as you finished cooking, but you heard some faint noises. Curious, you walked around the house trying to find and make out what you were hearing. You were nearing your shared bedroom when you heard sniffles coming from inside it. Hurriedly, you burst through the door and see your boyfriend, sitting up and leaning back on the headboard of the bed, hugging his knees and sobbing. 

You felt a pang in your heart, you've never seen your boyfriend cry in front of you, and the thought of him holding back his tears for you only breaks your heart more. You quickly take off the apron wrapped on your waist and drop it on the floor as you make your way to your boyfriend. 

"Hey, hey… Junnie, what's wrong?" you whisper to him as you sit down in front of him on the bed. Hearing your voice, he turned to you, still with his hands covering his face holding back wet sobs. "It's okay… it's okay, I'm here" you added, though his crying only grew louder upon hearing your words. You put one of your hands on his back and start patting it as a way of comforting him since you were not the best at comforting people, just you being here with him hopefully will give him the comfort he needs. 

You continue to whisper comfort to your boyfriend for the next few minutes before you finally notice his breathing become steady. "Wanna talk about it?" you start, giving him a warm smile. "I'm sorry…" Jun finally said as he looked at you with his bloodshot eyes and tear stained face. "I… I've not been the best boyfriend to you… and sometimes I think I don't deserve you, you're probably sick of me by now…" he rambled, and you weren't having any of it. "Hey hey, where's all this coming from?" you asked him, searching his eyes for an answer and he looked down on his hands that soon held yours. "If there's someone in the relationship somebody doesn't deserve, it's me who doesn't deserve you when you're the best boyfriend I can ever ask for." you said sincerely, giving his hands a slight squeeze to have your message delivered to him. "You're such a busy man, yet you always make time for me, I know it must be hard to balance your work and with me in the picture it must be harder," you added. "That's exactly why! I want to spend more time with you than I have the past few years, it's just… so hard." he said dejectedly. "And that's okay, I understand, and I know you understand that I understand." you said as a half-hearted joke and he giggled. 

There it was, there he is, the man you fell in love with. Jun, who had so many sides to him that you've still not fully known. He was goofy, he was silly and funny but he was also a caring boyfriend, the most caring person you've known and that was something he's always expressed throughout your relationship. And now, he showed you his vulnerable side and you were glad he did, he trusts you enough to let him see this side of him you've never seen before. And most of all, you were glad that you were here with him. 

You two shared a few more giggles under the comfort of each other's arms and the bed cuddling the both of you before you finally said, "If ever there are times you feel like this again… don't hesitate to tell me, okay?" and he nodded in response. "That's because… you're stuck with me, and I'm stuck with you, no one would want a partner who'd make their lover a cold breakfast right?" you heartily laughed as you led the two of you to share the breakfast you've prepared long ago, it was cold now but you two have never felt warmer with the love you two share for each other.

a/n: hey anon! you're so right, a comfort jun fic was long overdue. I hope u enjoy this! ^^

[ghost-of-a-system]

Asking about fronting / awareness / existing in Innerworld, how you percieve that, how others might if they see this, idk. (not dx, questioning at "ok there is apparently *something* idk how to comprehend it, so my perception / understanding / the concepts i'm fitting these experiences into might be wrong. but it is not nothing. and dissociation and trauma is medically dx sooo." but like i don't want to fakeclaim.) I see systems / alters talking about being in the headspace, living there, interacting, like they have their own consciousness, going to sleep there or doing activities. And I'm like - how - howwwww how are you that real and separate and alive For me it is more like there's the front room with a big control / signal board and whoever is at these controls is the current I. there's like that omniscient consciousness that is just linked to that front room. and i (?) sometimes see pictures of it or of other Alters, i hear their voices, sometimes we can interact. but conscious I = whoever is at the controls more or less. there'll be intrusions and fragments from elsewhere / others that i might be able to identify as "probably from xy" but not a real other I that exists and is able to think and have its own consciousness??? I think? So how do you do that shift from a collective consciousness to being separate? and like being real and thoughts and feelings and actions *existing* when they arent perceived through that front? Is this even how systems work / would I be a system if it's like that? is this collective PoV just actually all 1 personality that is changing wildly and only the intrusions are a different thing from that? is it all just me and I need to get my shit together and stop imagining stuff? i'm so confused by all this (reminder i'm as far as "there is something complex dissociative going on i guess??" - and that after said brain threatened revolution and unaliving us if we didn't stop denying their existence which uh pretty hard to argue with) honestly i'm amazed i can even type this without getting a strike i think this is the first time i've ever used we this much in a public space and was even thinking about signing off - midi / keeper / plus whoever the mini was in the middle there. also a bunch of others maybe somewhere around too, basically almost everyone who was distinct enough to get a name i guess somehow. but mainly those. ...a bit of time has passed and uh wtf howww what did you do brain?! and i feel obligated to add that this is all just in my head and i might as well have imagined / been crazy like I don't wanna appropriate anything ...more time has passed and I added this & cut out like 4000 words of further rambling: Idk I really hope this makes sense, if not please ask and I'll try to explain further! Also hope this was okay to ask, I really was trying to be respectful and stuff, you don't have to answer!

I feel that what you are describing could very well be perceived as a system one. Of course, the disclaimer... we are no professionals. But, if I am understanding this properly, we relate to feeling as though we are one consciousness, almost... cycling through different identities rather than (metaphorically) individual consciousnesses taking turns with control. At the end of the day, we are all one brain, I suppose! If you are a system, the most I could chalk this up to is simply being a matter of how your individual system functions. It isn't always the same down to the little details as someone else's, and it is all about what your brain needs.

We cannot answer on behalf of systems with complex headspaces, or inner-worlds, in which their alters can manifest and experience fleshed-out lives. We have no inner-world, and have never been able to experience this (Despite attempts). But, I do not believe that the presence of this is required for alters to be considered "more separate", or distinct. We have fairly distinct alters despite having no inner-world, no fronting room, and nothing of the sort. What makes us so distinct is who we are when we are here. But that is just our experience.

We are no inner-world professionals; we hardly understand the ability to visualize in itself! Having aphantasia, and all. It may be better to ask a system who is more experienced with these things. But I will try. You mention wondering how to shift this one consciousness into being more separated, and I'm afraid I do not know if this is possible or something that someone can achieve. Perhaps we are uninformed, in which case I do hope that someone corrects us. I do recall reading about how inner-worlds can be constructed and expanded, if that was something you feel you are interested in, or something you feel could help. After all, inner worlds are visualization tools to help with communication, at the basics. I believe that this is generally achieved through therapy, though I'm sure it isn't required. You can probably try to look more into that online and see if anything helps.

This is the most I feel comfortable suggesting. I do not want to speak too much for something we do not experience.

Feel free to reach out if we misunderstood or should expand upon anything.

[beacon-of-chaos]

Since Quetza is in the @sonic-oc-showdown, I figured I'd fill out one of these questionnaires I've seen around. I apologise, I'm not sure who came up with it, but I first saw it on @bunnymajo's page.

FYI: Some of this stuff I am coming up with on the fly!

Name: Quetza the Snake

Species: Winged Snake. No particular type of snake in mind.

Type: Flight

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Home: Station Square?

Quetza claims to be either the reincarnation, descendant, or chosen one of the ancient god Quetzacoatl. The answer differs each time you ask her, but it's hard to deny. She's a snake born with wings and she has magical abilities, specifically control over wind and air, and shapeshifting, which is why she has four arms. She travels the world, looking for clues about her true nature. She has an easy going nature and can be shy, but opens up quickly to those are friendly to her. She loves fashion, junk food, and video games. She doesn't like to fight, but can defend herself if she needs to, using gusts of wind to fly around and using her shapeshifting to extend her arms or tail for quick strikes.

✨How did you come up with the OC’s name?

She's inspired by the Aztec god Quetzalcoatl, the winged serpent god. Quetzalcoatl means "precious serpent" in the Nahuatl language, so her name could roughly be translated as Precious the Snake!

Note: It's pronounced KET-zah. :)

🌼  - How old are they? (Or approximate age range)

She's an adult. Late 20s, I guess?

🌺- Do they have any love interest(s)?

No. She gains crushes easily, and forgets them almost as quickly.

🍕  - What is their favorite food?

Ice cream! She has a real sweet tooth.

💼  - What do they do for a living?

Uh... I haven't thought that far yet.

So, at this point I need to explain. Quetza is literally just my fursona; wish fufilment in all its forms XD. She doesn't have a story, per se.

So I could give her a boring office job like mine. Or maybe say that she's something really cool? Like my version of the Rookie?

How about this: she started as a scout for the Resistance and is now a manager/organiser at the Restoration, working closely with Jewel.

🎹  - Do they have any hobbies?

Video games, mostly action/adventure types.

🎯  -What do they do best?

Flying! With her wind magic aiding her, no one can fly faster or more skillfully!

🥊  -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

Shopping and exploring! She travels often, looking for clues about her past, but she's always looking for a nice city to stay in when she does so.

❤️  - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

I think when she realised exactly what her powers could do. Figuring that out about herself would be a big moment.

✂️   - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

Probably getting bullied for being a freak by the other kids when she was younger :(

🧊  - Is their current design the first one?

No, she's changed a fair bit since her first design. I literally added the extra arms cos I thought it was cool and her hairstyle has changed a lot (as you can see in the above pictures). She also used to be a rattlesnake cos I thought it would be cute if she rattled when scared/angry. IDK, might bring that back.

🍀  - What originally inspired the OC?

I like snakes and I always thought the idea of a snake with wings was cool. I really fell in love with the concept of Coatls in D&D a while back so I wanted to make that my 'sona.

🌂  - What genre do they belong in?

IDK, what do Sonic games count as? Action? Sci-fi (there's a lot of robots, after all)?

💚  -What is your OC’s gender identity and sexuality?

Genderfluid transwoman, bisexual.

🙌  - How many siblings does your OC have?

None.

🍎  - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like?

I think pretty good? I don't have parents for her in mind yet.

🧠  - What do you like most about the OC?

LOOK. AT. HER. ❤️

Shout out to @kuchintta for the comission I got.

✏️  - How often do you draw/write about the OC?

Almost never. This is the most I've ever written about her and I don't actually draw much.

💎  - Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC?

No! That would be like killing myself.

💀  - Does your OC have any phobias?

Hm. My phobia is of heights, but she can fly so there's no way that would scare her. I guess not!

🍩  -Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?

That jerk at Restoration HQ who always gets the best snacks from the vending machine first! How does he always get there so quick?

🎓  - How long have you had the OC?

About a year... apparantly! Wow, that's gone by quick!

[alexbutrandomthoughts]

Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks...

Boy oh boy where do i even start. Honestly it's always hard to pin down my favorite characters across all the fandoms cuz I've consumed a LOT of media,but I'll try to name the current ones (warning, i am such a basic bitch this list is gonna predictable afffff. Probably.)

10. Ai Hoshino (Oshi no ko)

Ngl if you ignore most of the weird shit that happens in oshi no ko, it is such a goddamn captivating story, Ai in particular. Idk i guess i really like the idea of this "ultimate idol" who is a pathological liar (due to honestly unfortunately circumstances) having to maintain this picture perfect image, to the point where people don't even perceived her as a real person. And it's really tragic considering all she ever wanted to is to actually say "i love you" and mean it for once.

9. Killua Zoldyck (Hunter×Hunter)

Was he start of my obsession with white haired characters? Nah, but he definitely contributed. Honestly, sassy brat with a soft spot that can absolutely fuck shit up? Yeah there was no way i wouldn't have been obsessed with Killua the second he got introduced. Honestly i like Gon almost as much, but i prefer moodie baddies to sunshine characters. I would genuinely dedicate another 10 hours minimum to talk about him, but i don't think ppl will care enough to read so yeeah

8. Sunset Shimmer (MLP)

I wasn't really in the mlp fandom, so i have no idea how Sunset was perceived initially (i would assume negatively, but then again idk) so i am going off of the fact my lil sisters used to haTE on her in the first movie, but MAAAAAN I LIKED HER BITCHY SELF EVEN BACK THEN. The former star pupil of princess Celestia???? That left to another world cuz of her own hubris???? AND SHE'S PUNK ROCK???? I mean she got redeemed and joined the main six and all, but overall, probably my favorite mlp character (still mourn the bitchy attitude tho, in that regard i prefer Starlight but i digress)

7. Sans Undertale

I mean. Yeah. I already said I'm basic as fuck but like. At least i don't wanna fuck him. Anywaaay, i guess it's the air of mystery to this seemingly chill guy, who just hangs around and tells bad jokes and somehow aware of the timelines more than the rest, probably related to Gaster in some way, and maybe he's not even a monster cuz monsters don't bleed and he fucking does, what does this all mean TOBY FOX I NEED ANSWERS- and he has arguably the best fight in the entire game, so yknow. Cool guy

6. Gwen Stacy (Spiderverse)

I liked her in "In to the Spiderverse" but i absolutely loved her in ATSV. Her struggles and mistakes felt so real and I'm so glad they decide to focus on her this film (the opening sequence dead ass my favorite scene in the whole movie) and explore her backstory with Peter's death and her father, it's just adding the depth to a character that was already great just UGH chef's kiss

5. Tooru Oikawa (Haikyuu)

God he has such a slappable face, i love him. I knew from the second when the fangirls screamed, i would either hate him or love him. Every scene he was in, he served (pun intended), he slayed and made me cry. I know decent junk of the fandom are avid Oikawa haters but they can honestly suck my dic-

Anyway yeah he is my boy

4. Osamu Dazai (Bungoe Stray Dogs)

Goofy ass detective with a dark past, homosexual rival and who's also a suicidal maniac? Yeah this was tailor made for me. Can you tell i have a type because i definitely do. I just really like mfkas with slappable faces. I am a sucker for redeemed bad guys, who are now try to be good cuz 💫reasons💫. AND i am also weak for mentor apprentice trops (Atsushi/Dazai shippers back off, i bite and definitely have rabies)

3. Satoru Gojo (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Speaking of my obsession with white haired guys. Yeah, I'm not sure what can i even say that haven't been said abt this guy and reasons to love him (fuck u gege) honestly will i ever stop loving side characters who are often silly mentor figures, with lots of baggage, a gay rival and too much angst? I can only say one thing.

Nah I'd win

2. Maomao (The Apothecary diaries)

BSODGWOWBSHSOSNS9WHSOSBISGWJWVSVDIWJWJEJIEHEIEHJEBEIS. Ahem, okay so hands down my favorite female protagonist of all time. God she is just perfect. Istg all u people who never watched Apothecary diaries I BEG U TO WATCH IT PLSSSS IT'S SO GOOD. Even if you don't watch anime, i promise you this show is absolutely worth the time. Maomao is what happens when you write a good no, GREAT female character without the whole anime bs. Like???? She has her own strength and weaknesses and she doesn't need to be physically strong (full offense, marvel) or be "not like the other girls" to be great.

1. Kaveh (Genshin impact)

So uhhhh, you can really blame Will Stetson for this one. I genuinely couldn't have cared less about genshin or this random blond if it wasn't for "Writing on the Wall". It started with a banger ass song, and ended with arguably my favorite character in all of media ever. I think one of my favorite things abt Kaveh, is that compared to some of the other characters in genshin, he's really just a guy. Like bro missed the entire archon quest, mfka was just minding his own business. He is tortured architect and honestly bro has taken so many Ls in life it's kinda crazy. And well the fact that he has "a roommate" just adds more to him. Gay rival and all

Aaaaand that's 10 characters. Honestly i wouldn't call it my top 10 favorite of all time. I probably forgot some of the characters that i used to be obsessed with at some point. I just picked the ones that came first to mind :3

[kisilinramblings]

Hi. I hope you don't mind me asking a question here. First thing first I haven't watched much of s5, mainly because I'm still having burn out from the whole episodes in s4. But I have seen people posting pictures of Adrien using cataclysm very... Murder happy, which is something that I don't think he ever do before, unless I forgot any episode.

Before, whenever he's frustrated his object on leashing out is never an Akumatized person, it's always be an inanimate object (tree/ads box, chimney and billboard) but in this season, he seems to be losing his patient more and more, the scene in Jubilation is the freshest I can remember how close he was in cataclysmed Dark Owl and apparently he almost did that too in Derision.

My question is, is there a reason behind this behavior? I mean, it feels like out of character of him to do that considering Adrien is always patient and empatetic kind of person that I'm sure if people just telling me without showing the clip of the episodes, I would think theyre joking. Its always sad to see such kind and sweet character to turn like this.

I'm sorry if I'm rambling too much!

Hey! No worries! I'm sure you are not the only one finding this weird. You are right in saying than before S5, it wasn't like Chat to willingly use Cataclysm on an individual. Aside of Sentis or him being controlled by an akumatized power, or as seen during Chat Blanc, the NY special, Destruction which fall under that category of being accidental.

So what indeed did change or happened to him to the point he can be triggered and having his emotions taking over the best of him?

Tbh, I myself even is sure if I have the correct theory there.

The common element in both Jubilation and Derision is Chat Noir violently reacting when someone plays with the emotions of a person he deeply cares about.

After all, Darker Owl played with both LB and CN's emotions with the power of the Pig and trapping them in a dream fantasy where they were in love, married and had a family while Kim played with Marinette's emotions to the point the impact of that cruel prank have deeply traumatized her.

The dialog at the end of Derision between Marinette and Adrien seems to indicate Marinette isn't the only one with trauma that needs to be healed.

Adrien : I'm scared too. It's new for me, so I don't know how to react. I'm scared of doing something wrong, of hurting you, of someone else hurting you. I'm especially scared of losing you. But we are together and we will do everything to help each other out. Like that, you and me, maybe we will become less scared?

Part of his line refers to what Ladybug told him earlier.

CN : Me too, I got carried away by my emotions. LB : Don't worry. It can happen to anyone. That's why we are a team. There is always one of us to help the other out.

And even though he didn't use Cataclysm, Mister Bug's reaction at the end of Passion was too filled with rage.

Mister Bug : Forcing such a fragile person to carry out his twisted plans. Monarch is a monster! He'll pay for this...

Not only that, but Adrien was tempted to use the Wish to heal Nathalie. Something associated to the Bad Guy side.

So, yeah, that is my best guess right now. Adrien has trauma too, but we have yet to see what exactly caused it but we can suppose it is most probably in link to his mother's demise.

So, Adrien can be violent in reaction when seeing the people he deeply cares are being hurt.

EDIT : I've forgot! Chat Noir did almost Cataclysm Hawkmoth during Chat Blanc timeline after learning the truth but stopped, wanting answers.

[deathfavor]

Anonymous said: “ tell me about your first kiss ?” Shalnark or machi ➡️ Chrollo Thank youuu

send 🍻 + a question for my muse's drunken (honest) answer

Pale cheeks dusted with color, Chrollo allows a gentle laugh when he hears Machi's question. It's such a silly, ordinary question that it feels like something to never be asked. Most of his spiders don't try to pry too much. They know what they happen to know, and that is all. If they happen to find something out, then they do. But few try to actively seek details out. He feels like a little kid again. He remembers how much some of them tried to tease each other over such topics.

Chrollo lifts the cup to his chest and feels the smooth slide of the alcohol down his throat as he casts an enlivened glance towards Machi. " Is this what you chat about with the others? " He asks, lips curved up. ( Probably, actually. He's well aware his spiders often speak of him but always in affection. Or occasional exasperation. )

" I was fourteen. " Chrollo answers, leaning back against the luxurious couch in the room, one leg crossed over the other in a picture of relaxation. " It was spontaneous. No dreaming about it or making a plan. It was just a spur of the moment feeling after a day playing in the summer heat. We found fresh fruit too, so we sat eating it as the sunlight faded. " There was an unspoken fact in that too ; all of them from Meteor City knew how rare fresh fruit was. It was something that happened only once or twice a year, a moment to be treasured. No wonder it had added to the spontaneous nature of the moment.

" I initiated it. I remember, it tasted like oranges. " Quiet laughter fills the air, a twinkle in grey eyes when he remembers it. It was a rare slice of openness that alcohol had allowed to shine through. " I can't say I actually felt anything. You know I've always been fond of books, and I'd recently finished a romantic piece. I suppose I was curious more than anything else. Neither of us had ever kissed someone before so it was rather clumsy." Really, whose wasn't though if neither party had ever kissed before? " It was just an innocent one, we both ended up laughing it off and nothing came of it. They disappeared a few months later. " That brings a solemn note, but it was a truth of their lives. Chrollo simply shrugs and then lifts his eyesbrows expectantly towards Machi. " Your turn Machi. If we're having gossip hours, I want to hear about yours too. "

[justice4billy]

Baby, it's a secret

Mentions of guys being complete creeps may be upsetting for some

Chapter twenty

6th June 1985

Cassie picked at her food as she absentmindedly stared at the beautiful house surrounding her.

"Are you not hungry?" Lisa asked as she stared at Cassie, a concerned look etched onto her face.

Cassies eyes widened in embarrassment. "Oh gosh, sorry I was admiring your home" she apolgised.

Lisa smiled. "No need to apolgise hun" she stated. "We are both really happy to have you here" she stated giving Don a nudge.

Don nodded. "Of course" he answered around a mouthful of food which made Cassie internally grimace.

Cassie smiled back. "I wanted to give you guys these" she stated fetching the pictures out of her pocket and settling them on the table.

Lisa looked at the pictures, tears brimming her eyes. "Wow, can I look?" She asked gently.

"You can keep them if you like" Cassie offered with a small smile. She really liked Lisa, she could tell this meant alot to her but she wouldn't lie and say the thought of handing her baby over made her nervous.

"Oh gosh, he's getting so big already" Lisa gushed as she looked at the scan in her hand.

"That was his 21 week scan" she replied. "Hes probably alot bigger now, well he feels like it" she replied with a small wince as the baby kicked her.

"You okay?" Lisa asked concerned.

"He kicks alot" Cassie grimaced. "Do you want to feel?" She asked.

Lisa teared up. "Are you sure?" She asked chocking on a sob. Cassie gave her a nod as the woman slowly got up, and sat by Cassie. "Wow" she gushed as she touched her belly. "Hes kicking up a storm" she stated her eyes widening.

"Yep, he likes when I eat certain food too drives him crazy" Cassie replied with a small giggle.

"Oh Don, our baby is kicking" she gushed.

Cassie paused. Our baby. The reminder that things didn't last, and soon her baby would no longer be hers. And for some reason that thought stung.

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20th June 1985

"How was the visit?" Eddie asked over the phone as Cassie applied cream to her stomach. God, she was starting to really hate her stretch marks.

Summer break had truly come under way and she hadn't seen Eddie in almost two weeks, his little band had become somewhat of a hit in their small town so he was spending most night either playing DND or playing shows. She was still living in his trailer and caught gim at random times of the night, but she had missed spending time with him.

"Yeah, it was actually really good and they have a nice house" she stated.

"You going back anytime soon?" He asked.

Cassie sighed. "I'm actually going back tonight, thought I had told you" she added.

"You may have" Eddie replied sheepishly. "Sorry Cass, I was out of it the other night so I probably forgot" he added guilty.

Cassie rolled her eyes. "Its fine Ed, I'm just going over for a meal with them" she stated.

"What time are you going?" He asked.

"I've got to be there for five" she responded.

"I'll take you" he offered. "I'm meeting the kids at six" he stated.

"Are you sure? It's ten minutes out of Hawkins" she asked chewing her lip. She didn't want to put anyone out.

"Wow, that will make such a difference" Eddie added sarcastically before letting out a laugh.

"Thank you, but I'm going to hang up now" Cassie sassed back at him, before putting down the phone and cutting off his protests.

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Cassie huffed as she waddled up the driveway, watching Eddie's van race off down the quiet street. For some reason she felt nervous, more nervous than she had ever felt. Maybe because it felt like this was the big dinner where everything would change.

She sighed before ringing the doorbell, her eyes widening in surprise when Don answered with a bottle of whiskey in his hand.

"Cassie" he slurred slightly sounding surprised.

Cassie furrowed her brow an uneasy feeling settled in her stomach. "Is Lisa here?" She asked feeling awkward. She hadn't spoken much to Don, and had never been alone with him.

"She went to get some stuff for dinner" he responded. "Come in she won't be long" he urged her.

"You sure? I can come back" she trialed feeling uneasy.

Don laughed. "Nonsense, she won't be long come in" he urged opening the door wider.

Cassie bit her lip, before stepping througj the doorway carefully. The last thing she wanted was to offend the couple. She tried not to get nervous when she caught the stench of whiskey on his clothes as passed Don.

"Can I get you anything to drink?" He asked her.

"No thank you" she replied politely shaking her head.

Don gave her a smile, before pouring a glass of whiskey and taking a sip. "I must apologise about Lisa she's usually on time with everything" he stated.

"Its fine" Cassie responded playing with her shirt sleeve.

"You know, we haven't had much of a chance to talk" Don stated as Cassie whipped her head to look at him. He had taken a step toward her. "I wonder what made a young and good looking girl like you want a baby" he stated.

Cassie baulked, maybe he was trying to be nice but the thought of an older man calling her good looking made her feel uneasy. "It wasn't planned" she replied in a small voice.

Don hummed. "When I was a kid, if you got a girl knocked up you were sent to the army as a punishment" he responded.

"Oh" CAssie replied unsure of what to say to him.

Don gave her a smile. "I never felt the baby kick" he stated taking another step to her. "Can I?" He asked gesturing to her stomach.

Cassie hesitated. "Well, I don't know" she responded not wanting to offend him.

Don scoffed taking another swig of his whiskey. "Women get so offended these days" he retorted.

Cassie bit her lip trying to not to spit a retort at him. "I'm not offered, I just think it might be weird" she responded.

"Why? I'm just seeing if my baby is okay" he pushed before coming to stop infront of her. "I just wanna know he is okay and being taken care of" he whispered the stench of whiskey filling her nose, as his hand caressed her cheek.

Cassie let out a small gasp and took a step back. "I think I should leave" she responded before turning on her heel, rushing passed an open door where Lisa stood in confusion.

"Cassie!" She called out as the young girl flew passed her.

Cassie rushed out into the hot summers air, thankful there was still some sunlight left as she waddled down their perfectly manicured lawn, trampling their flowers in a bid to get away. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she tried to process whar had happened. This was the couple who she was about to give her baby too. Would he teach her son to behave that way?

The thought made bile rise to Cassies throat, before she leaned against a tree and vomited. She heard the faint sound of a car stopping in the distance, her palms became sweaty and her heart beat rapidly at the thought of the couple finding her.

"Cassie" a familiar voice stated. But she couldn't make put exactly who it was with the blood pumping in her ears.

"Go away" she croaked as tears streamed down her face.

"Cass, hey its me" the voice stated. "Its Billy" he urged as Cassie looked up to see blue eyes staring back at her.

"What are you doing out here?" She asked.

Billy's jaw clenched. "Came out for a drive my old man was driving me insane" he stated with an edge to his voice. "What happened?" He asked concerned lacing his voice as his eyebrows furrowed. "Cass, what the fuck happened? Did someone touch you?" He asked.

Cassie chocked back a sob, as a pain suddenly rippled through her stomach. She groaned as she gripped her bump and leaned forwards.

"I got you" she heard Billy whisper as he grabbed onto her forearms to stop her tumbling over. "Why are you here?" He asked.

Cassie gasped, the pain rippling through her. "To meet someone about the baby" she gasped through gritted teeth. "Fuck" she swore as liquid dripped down her legs.

"Cass, fuck what's going on?" Billy swore.

Cassie gasped once more before her eyes met Billy's. "I think my water just broke" she exclaimed as Billy widened his eyes. It was ironic how everything came full circle.

[furashuban]

📱, 💕, 📷, 📖, ☠, 🎥, 📻, and 📸 but only if you're absolutely comfortable with it - no worries if you aren't :))

It's alright I'm totally cool with answering these, also I appreciate it a lot :>

📱 Show your phone lock screen and/or home screen

An intentionally low res image of this doggo.

For context my siblings and I decided to make all of our lock screens into random dog pictures just for the heck of it and is now kind of a vague inside joke we have sdfqfvw

For my home screen though, I'm actually unsure if I'm allowed to share it since it's art that I think was commissioned and by someone who wasn't me, so I'm a little afraid of inadvertedly reposting, but my home screen is essentially art of Johanna and Kaisa stargazing together drawn by @/blagzdeath

💕 Your two top fave fictional characters

Without question, Hilda is one of my most fav character at the moment and my absolute comfort character :> meanwhile my most fav fictional character of all time is Lotte Jansson from Little Witch Academia.

📷 Post the 12th photo from your phone’s gallery

It's a screenshot from the Mountain King trailer that makes me chuckle out of context sdfqdvqv

(this is like the 3rd answer in a row that's Hilda-related my hyperfixation is absolutely showing)

📖 Fave book

It changes over time but I'm gonna pick 2 for this one, being Harriet The Spy by Louise Fitzhugh and Aster and The Mixed-Up Magic by Thom Pico & Karensac! Both completely different plots but revolve around strong child protagonists and have an indescribably cozy vibe to them. Personally I don't think the Harriet novel is for everyone, but I ABSOLUTELY reccomend people check out the Aster graphic novels!

☠ Something that angers you

I wouldn't know where to begin honestly 'cause I'm hardly ever angry at things (or at least I try not to be). But what def comes to mind is people deliberately referring to me by my deadname or using the wrong pronouns for me, even worse when they already know I'm transfemme yet REFUSE to correct themselves once I point out how uncomfortable I am being misidentified. Same feeling goes for when I see this experience happen to my friends or strangers who are also trans/nonbinary. It's just a hurtful thing to go through and some people just don't care to realize how immense it is to be misidentified,,

🎥 Fave film

Like the book answer, I wanna pick 2 of my favorite films of all time. Those would be Hugo (2011) and Kiki's Delivery Service (1989), both films are very heart-warming coming-of-age stories that've never failed to make me euphoric and cozy out of all the countless times I've rewatched them and I totally reccomend them to people who haven't seen them yet :D

📻 Fave song currently

Home To Me by Devil and The Deep Blue Sea, it's a somft song with a catchy melody of string instrumentals, and the track itself is simply a raw recording of the artists' live performance which adds more to the charm. I also tend to listen to it when writing OC stories because it's got the perfect vibe for my drafts.

📸 Post a selfie

Another intentionally grainy pic (which is also my new pfp for Bandcamp) since I don't often take photos of myself I'm sorry,,

[yandere-daze]

i've been thinking of this scenario idea for a while so i wanted to share it with you, daze! okay, so...imagine the yandere knights darling asking ritsu to run away with them. out of all the knights, he seems like the one who has the most hesitance (? may be a weird word choice but i hope that makes sense) on wanting to share with the others so i think he would be a good character to choose for this idea (though it's okay to choose someone else for this!).

and, maybe before the darling was kidnapped (i'm imagining this as the darling already being captured, but you can change this if you want!), darling used to have (romantic) feelings for ritsu and still holds on to those feelings for him after. or, y'know, maybe darling has a ulterior motive because they know he isn't the most physically trained and thinks they have a better chance of escaping.

anyways, what do you think ritsu's reaction would be to this? or even the knights if they end up finding out? i can imagine ritsu at least thinking about the idea but have been mixed on what he would do next (*﹏*;) i hope you enjoy this little scenario idea of mine and hope it wasn't confusing in any way!

- 🗡️ anon (first day labeling myself as 🗡️ anon instead of just yandere knights anon, feels great lmfao ( ꈍᴗꈍ))

Ah hey there 🗡anon, I´m happy to see you here again! Honestly even as a writer it´s nice to see some familiar faces in my askbox from time to time ^^

As for your idea, I´d love to share some of my own thoughts as well! Don´t worry it wasn´t confusing at all and it was fun to think about! Just adding a picture because I think it looks prettier that way <3

gn reader

tw yandere, prior kidnapping, obsession, possessiveness

Yandere! Knights darling asks Ritsu to run away with them

I think you´re right when you say that Ritsu would probably be the best person to ask to run away with you out of all of the Knights. He´s not very happy with the current arrangement, only agreeing to it in the first place because there was reason for him to think that you might leave them all behind otherwise. He´s very possessive of you and doesn´t like it when the other members of Knights hang around you too much, he would much rather have you only pay attention to him and shower him in affection.

So when you come to him, all quietly, when he´s on his own and propose the idea of running away with him, he´s quite intrigued. Or pleased would be the better word. He´s even more on board with the idea when you tell him you love him dearly and can´t handle another day where you two can´t be together in peace.

“Please Ritsu, let´s run away from the others and start a new life somewhere else”, you beg him with a pleading look on your face. You´re nervous about how he may respond but your worries are quickly alleviated when he holds your face in his hands and presses a kiss on your forehead before answering you in a murmur.

“Hah, we won´t ever be separated again, right? I´ll finally be able to have you all to myself...”

Ritsu would be beyond happy, a soft smile on his face because he finally feels like his ideal future is within his reach: A peaceful life with just the two of you with no one else to bother you and where you only have each other and spend every single second together.

Soon enough, he won´t ever have to get upset when Leo interrupts your cuddling session with his loud voice, or when Tsukasa deems it improper for the both of you to be so close to each other. It will just be you and him.

Of course, actually getting away will be the most difficult part of this. It´s very rare that the two of you are ever alone together because the others just love crowding around you and taking up your precious time but at least that allows Ritsu to come up with a proper plan for your escape. He´s clearly not the fastest runner as he generally lacks the energy for that, so simply trying to make a run for it most likely would not work out. So instead, he needs to use his brain a bit to come up with some sort of distraction that would keep the other knights away for long enough to get away. Ritsu is actually pretty smart so with enough time he will come up with something

Soon enough, a new life will begin and it´s all in your hands what it´s going to be like. Do you still harbor some feelings for Ritsu even after the kidnapping and finding out about just how obsessed he is with you? Or have you long since fallen out of love for him and are instead just trying to use him to get away and then abandon him as well?

Be careful either way, Ritsu is good at reading people, especially his darling, so if you´re planning on abandoning him after you two got away, he´s most likely already aware and is thinking about what to do to keep you with him by force is necessary. So for your own benefit just love him back and allow yourself to be pulled into a blissful dream of adoration and endless affection that you won´t ever wake up from~

I don´t think I even need to mention that the other knights are super upset once they learn of this. Better hope they don´t find out about this in your planning face because the both of you would be punished for even thinking of running away ( though Ritsu would get the worse punishment because they don´t really like seeing you in pain).

If they only find out once you´re already gone, they will do anything in their power to get you back with them. Tsukasa uses all of his connections and the wealth of his family to send search troops all over the country to look for you while the others make posts about you on their social media, telling all of their adoring fans that you´ve gone missing and that they should come straight to them if they have any hints about your possible whereabouts.

Also, you better hope Izumi hasn´t installed a GPS tracker on you just yet, because if he has then there really is no way you´re going to get very far. No matter where you go, he´ll know where you are and they´ll all do absolutely anything to get you back in their arms

[coaldustcanary]

Hi! I saw in the tags of OTW's latest volunteer recruitment post that you were willing to talk about your experience as a support volunteer. I was wondering if I could hear a bit about your experience, or--if you've already discussed it on your blog--if you could point me towards where you've shared your experiences in the past. I'm considering volunteering myself but I'm not sure what to expect! Thanks in advance <3

Hi there. I do sometimes post a bit about my experiences in Support, but it's very piece-meal and there's probably not much of a coherent narrative anywhere. I'll try to sum up and give a brief overview, but feel free to ask questions about the things you're most curious about. (I'm also fine with DMs if you'd rather it be private.) I've been a Support volunteer for 6 years. I used to work in tech support professionally a few careers ago, and that's why I chose to volunteer in Support specifically, but that kind of experience is certainly not a pre-requisite to volunteering.

Our recent rounds of recruitment have been really successful so the Support team is bigger and better able to keep up with user requests than it ever has been, in my opinion. We've also really honed our training processes to make them more newbie-friendly. There's a fairly structured (but flexible to individual circumstances) training process set up that involves studying documentation, looking back on our archives of responses to users, and considering the kinds of questions that users ask to develop good answers, with the assistance of senior volunteers. You will not be turned loose and expected to figure things out on your own. If you are leaning toward volunteering, I think there's really no better time for it.

On the other hand, I do think having a certain willingness to dig in and research and test and ask around when it comes to coming up with a good answer for users is important. Many issues users have are either common or the solution is well-documented or both, so replying is not hard, but others are very much a puzzle to work through that needs a lot of investigating. You'll always have the assistance of other volunteers, especially as a new recruit, but a certain level of being a "self-starter" and curiosity is a big help.

There are more than 900 volunteers in the organization, all around the world, involved in a lot of aspects of keeping AO3 and the OTW going. Support itself is very much global. Support works closely with multiple other parts of the organization - AD&T (the coding folks), Policy and Abuse, Communications, Legal, and Tag Wrangling are the ones we work with the most, but it could be any or all of them, and that means learning about how a lot of other pieces of the organization works over time.

For me, that's been hugely worthwhile. I feel like I'm able to give back to fandom in a way that I'm good at and help people using AO3 get the site to work the way they want, whether by documenting a tricky bug or helping a new user reset their password.

But I can't deny that there are times it frustrates me - I don't agree with every policy decision the OTW and AO3 have ever made, I don't agree with my fellow volunteers on every little thing, and sometimes we get Support requests full of attitude, rudeness, or entitlement that drive me nuts. And that's honestly OK. That said, I've volunteered for a wide variety of non-profits in my life (schools, community service organizations, churches) and aside from the fact that it is *entirely* web-based, being a Support volunteer for AO3 is not much different from my experiences in those other contexts.

Despite the fact that my volunteering time is far more limited these days than I would wish, I wouldn't give it up for anything; I get back from it (the satisfaction, the social aspects) a lot more than I probably put in, to be honest.

So, this has been an attempt at a big picture overview of how I feel about volunteering and what it's like for me - if you want more specific information I'm more than happy to answer more specific questions, or if you were interested in more of a "what exactly do you do when you volunteer" I can try to talk a bit about the broad kinds of user requests we answer and a bit about what our process is like.

[nicoleheichou]

Now All I See Is Color - chapter 30: don't know what to do

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In a world where soulmates exist, it's uncommon for most people to find theirs. A lot of them going their whole lives never experiencing the world in color because they've never met their soulmate. But that all changes for y/n when she becomes MSBY Jackals player, Miya Atsumu's assistant. They're about to experience the world in color together. But what does that mean for y/n when both her and Atsumu are in committed relationships?

Earlier you received a text from Semi asking if you wanted to sit with him during the game, which of course you did. He promised to save you a seat, so now you were trying to find him in the crowd of people.

You spot him, surrounded by what you assume to be some of his fangirls. He immediately notices you and motions for you to make your way over, excusing himself from the fangirls. "Semi!" He pulls you into a hug and you can't help but laugh. "How have you been kitten?" Pulling away you get a good look at him. "I'm good! And I really like your outfit Sem, the colors go well together."

"You can see colors y/n?" He questions. Shrugging, you turn to look down at the court with both teams warming up. "That's one of the things I want to discuss with you and Ushi tonight. So let's save it for then. 'Kay?" Not saying a word, the male just nods.

You get the feeling that you're being watched, so you look around for the culprit and your eyes land on none other than Atsumu. He gives you a small smile which you reciprocate. Trying your best to ignore the butterflies in your stomach you turn your attention to Semi. "So what have you been up to?" You spend the rest of the time before the game distracting yourself from the feeling in your stomach by talking with the gray haired male beside you.

You sit in the stands with Semi, waiting for people to clear out and just killing time before you meet up with Ushijima. Your phone vibrates and you see a text from the male, telling you that he's done and waiting for you and Semi by the back exit.

"Come on Sem!" Grabbing his hand you lead him to the back exit. Passing by the restrooms you notice a group blocking your way. You can't help but let out a sigh. "What are you guys doing by the restrooms? And why are you all crowding Sho?"

Atsumu is the first to speak up. "They're ganging up on my wing spiker!" The look of confusion on your face prompts Sakusa to speak up. "Don't listen to Atsumu, they're just saying hi." Finally noticing you, Hoshiumi practically tackles you into a hug. "It's been so long since I've seen you in person y/n." He says while burying his face in your hair.

"Sorry Kou. I've been so busy." You say while reaching up to pat his head. Semi clears his throat beside you, reminding you of what you were supposed to be doing. "Oh yeah! Good game tonight guys! And it was nice seeing you Kou, but I have to get going. Text me?" And with that you excuse yourself and finally head to the exit.

You notice a figure leaning against the wall and you can't help but smile. You could recognize him anywhere, what with how he towers over everyone and just by the way he's built, definitely bigger than the others. "Y/n." He's the first to speak up. "Toshi." You say with a smile before pulling him into a hug. "We got distracted, that little shrimp was having his usual run in with everyone by the restrooms again."

"So what was it that you wanted to talk to us about y/n?" Semi questions as he shoves a spoonful of the curry into his mouth. "I feel like you're the only ones I can talk to about this. I can't go to Suna or my friends, I want an unbiased opinion because I really don't know what to do anymore." You notice that both men have stopped eating to give you your full attention.

Ushijima is the first to speak up. "What do you mean y/n?" Letting out a shaky breath, you decide to start from the beginning. "So I've met my soulmate. I can see colors now." You pause waiting for a reaction. "Holy shit! Really? What's it like? Wait. No. Who's your soulmate? What does Suna think about this? Are you going to leave Suna?" Semi fires out every thought that pops into his head, not bothering to filter any of it.

You bury your face in your hands. "I don't know what to do. My soulmate is Atsumu. And as of right now I have no intentions of breaking up with Rin but...I feel like the more time I spend with Atsumu the more I can picture myself with him." You feel someone rubbing soothing circles into your back, it's only then do you realize that you're crying. "It's okay. You don't have to make a decision right now sweetheart." Looking up you see Ushijima, his olive eyes staring back at you. There was something about his eyes, even before you could see color that almost always immediately comforted you.

"I'm scared. I'm scared that I'm going to hurt Rin. Or that I'm going to hurt Atsumu. I don't know if he remembers but one night he got drunk and told me that he's falling in love with me." It's Semi's turn to comfort you, thumbs swiping at the tears. "Kitten, it's normal to feel what you're feeling. You always put others before yourself, it's okay to be selfish sometimes, you know?"

Was it really okay to be selfish for once? "Well how do you feel about Atsumu? Just because you're soulmates doesn't mean you'll work out. You have to put in the effort like any other relationship." The olive haired male says. People always had the perception of Ushijima being a dumb jock but that was far from it. He just didn't like to talk if he didn't need to.

How do you feel about Atsumu? You've been so focused on his drunken confession that you never really got to focus on your feelings for him. "Sometimes he'll do something or say something meant just for me and I'll get butterflies. I enjoy the time we spend together. When he's hurting, I can't help but feel the same way. I don't think of being his assistant as a job because I like being able to be there for him. But I can't help but think what if I'm just thinking I feel this way because we're soulmates? What if I'm subconsciously trying to make things work because we are soulmates and not because I actually love him?"

"Well how do you feel about Suna?" Semi questions. You let out a sigh. You know your feelings for Suna. "Where do I even start? I love him. I love him so much. And I'm not saying this because I feel guilty or anything. I get excited to see his good morning texts, I look forward to our phone calls, I miss him whenever we're apart, I'm constantly thinking about him. I can see a future with him. That's why I can't help but feel guilty whenever I have these thoughts about Atsumu. They're both amazing, but I don't know what I should do. I don't want to hurt either of them."

"I think it would be best to let both of them know. They have a right to know what your feelings are for the both of them, because they're both part of it too." Although he was a man of few words, whenever Ushijima did speak, it was always exactly what you needed to hear even if you didn't want to. "You don't have to go at this alone, Suna and Atsumu are also there for you." The gray haired male gives you a quick pinch on the cheek. "And if you ever need to talk about it...we're here." He motions between himself and Ushijima. "Did you ever think of being in a relationship with both of them? I mean it worked out for the three of us."

You can't help but chuckle before playfully shoving Semi. "I think I want to be in a monogamous relationship now. It was exhausting having two boyfriends." You tease. But it was an interesting thought, could you really be with both of them? "But really, if you feel like you don't have anyone to talk to about this, we're here y/n." Ushijima broke you out of your thoughts and hearing him comforting you and telling you that you can rely on the both of them, that brought on a fresh set of tears. What did you do to deserve such amazing people in your life?

Bonus:

so i really had Semi joking about a poly relationship in the drafts before y'all suggested it. lol.

the google form is still up if you haven't answered it! i'll probably keep it up for a few days so everyone has a chance to answer it. ☺

comment or message me if you want to be added to the taglist!

it's a crime that all the japan men's vball games are at 4:40am for me but will i be watching them? yes. 🥴

and have a fun weekend! stay safe & hydrated!

oh yeah sleepover is next chapter & it's pretty much a filler. but one of my faves idk.

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[emwritesstuff]

as the world caves in | ch. 9 | bucky barnes x reader

synopsis: You are a ghost story. A former Air Force pilot who had her plane shot down by Germany in 1945, but here you were in 2023, alive and frozen in your 25-year-old body.

You haven’t seen Bucky since the 1940’s, before his fall, before you went on a suicide mission only to come back alive. You aren’t sure reliving those memories – and being a living memory of everything the man has lost – is the best for him.

But you and Bucky won’t be apart for long.

This will loosely follow the plot of TFATWS - so spoilers ahead, specially regarding episode six (finale). Thread carefully!

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notes:  thank you everyone for your patience with this chapter. I'm dropping this lil shortie so we can get the story moving. Let's go! (warnings: lil' fluff, lil' angst) (word count: 3K) nine: records

Bucky knocked on your door a few weeks later.

It was late, and you were snug in your pajamas, winding down after a long day. With your identity no longer a secret, the government was in the midst of transferring you to something more… hands-on, and definitely less diplomatic, you were assuming; so much for retirement, but you figured 30 years of it had been more time than you could’ve anticipated.

You almost didn’t hear the soft rapping on wood over Vera Lynn’s mellow singing.

When you finally opened it, you found him standing there, wearing tired eyes and a dark coat. “I’m sorry, I know it’s late, but I started walking and I—"

“When I said you’re welcome anytime, Bucky Barnes, I meant any time.”

A tiny fraction of a smile was offered your way, and you grasped it tight against your heart at the same time you do his hand, pulling him inside.

His fingers lingered on yours, but before you could start thinking about it he pulled away, taking a seat at the edge of your couch. “I finished it. The book.”

Bucky answered your question before you could ask it. “I just came from there. The last one– the last name.”

“Well. Are you alright?” You sat next to him, your knee knocking against his, and his gaze went from the floor, to the spot where your legs touched, and then to you. He knitted his eyebrows, seeming a little incredulous you were even asking.

“I will be.” His hands intertwined on the space between his knees, and you placed a hand ton his shoulder, getting him to look at you again.

“Yes, you will. Do you want to talk about it?”

One corner of Bucky’s lip raised up, and he shook his head. “Is that Vera Lynn?”

You smiled, turning to look at your record player as if Vera herself was sitting next to it. “It is. Takes me back, I guess.”

“It’s all we’d listen to at the front.”

Nodding, you wondered for a second if Bucky remembered dancing to We’ll Meet Again the night before he was shipped off. Even if you weren’t the only girl he had danced with then, you still asked yourself if that memory was burned on his mind as it was on yours.

We'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when. A short-term promise, made back then by hopeful lovers, friends, family members; you had no idea that those lyrics would prove themselves so literal when you and Bucky mouthed them at each other in the middle of a dancefloor.

You let out a breathy chuckle, standing up and beckoning him to where you kept the rest of your vinyl. “Come on. Vera’s starting to feel a little too nostalgic to me.”

Your record collection was pretty extensive, ranging from things of the good ol’ days from the special editions that were still being released nowadays. Bucky joined you on the floor, and together you started to make your way through decades eternized in discs.

“Marvin Gaye.”

You look up from The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust, finding Bucky making a face at the album he was holding. “It’s really good. Do you want to—”

“No. No more Marvin Gaye.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “You don’t like him?”

“I like Marvin Gaye! Jesus. Marvin is good—Marvin’s jus’ fine,” Bucky rubbed his eyes with his thumb and middle finger, and you finally understood.

“Sam’s been preaching you the word of R&B to you too, huh?”

You giggled at the tired look he gave you and silently took Trouble Man out of his hands, stuffing it back with the rest of the 1970’s.

Years ago, Bucky would be delighted to dive headfirst in the new – your trips to countless science fairs and expositions were enough proof of that – but looking at him now, knowing him as you were starting to once again, you figured that just a dip of the toes was more than enough.

You pulled Frank Sinatra from the 1950’s section.

“I know Sinatra.”

“Do you now?”

You put the record on your player, and Vera Lynn’s longing gave way to Sinatra’s swagger and jazz.

“Do you?” Bucky teased, frowning at the most recent items in your collection. As soon as Frank’s voice filled the silence, he nodded. “Yeah, that’s nice.”

“I do know him! Or did. Met ‘im in 1962.” You plopped next to Bucky, who was shaking his head. “What?”

“Show off.”

“No, just been around. Met people on the way. And, you asked.” Your smirk grew into a grin as Bucky mouthed your words back at you. Then his face fell for a second, and your amusement was quickly replaced by worry. “What is it?”

“Nothing, I guess – I guess I just missed a lot.” The same way one of the corners of his lips tug on his cheek again in his attempt of a smile, melancholy tugs at your heartstrings. “I missed out on everything. And I missed out on you.”

Bucky’s head was low as he spoke and you could see the tremble of his hands, even though he clutched one of your records tightly. Nina Simone, 1960’s.

“M’not going anywhere, you know.”

“You still lived an entire lifetime—”

“I did, yes, thank you for constantly reminding me that I’m over 100 years old.” You shook your head at him, sighing softly when he chuckled.

You couldn’t blame him, for clinging to every bit of past he’d missed while he was in HYDRA’s clutches – you knew that was inevitable, but you wished that such sorrow wasn’t so related to you.

“What are you doin’?” He asked as you summoned a small stool from the side of your shelf and stepped on it.

“I want to show you somethin’.” The thing you were looking for was stored at the very top: a heavy, brown leather suitcase that almost made you lose your balance when you pulled it from the spot it had been sitting in for—honestly, years, many of them.

The contents of the suitcase rattled as you climbed down and sat next to Bucky again. Sinatra still playing, telling his lover I've got you under my skin, I've got you, deep in the heart of me;

You almost laughed from the truth and irony of it.

I'd tried so, not to give in

I said to myself this affair never will go so well

You unlocked the suitcase, revealing the gathered memories inside. Pictures, movie tickets, theater playbooks, receipts, trinkets. All souvenirs of the 80 something years of your life Bucky hadn’t been there to see.

Not organized in the slightest, the keepsakes of your life were tossed together and out of order just as in your memory: photographs of you in uniform, and sometimes in party dresses; of when you bought your house; of the few times you had pets. Posing next to famous people and other important ones whose names weren’t as well known by the world.

As you and Bucky went through each of them, you added a story or an explanation, sometimes both, to fill him in on the details of your life events. He laughed at some, frowned at a lot, stared at you intently for all of them.

“Is this Berlin?”

You hummed, nodding. “1989. That party was great.”

“Party?” Bucky knitted his eyebrows in surprise.

“The city was unified, the wall was being taken down, and everyone was celebrating. I’ve never seen that many bottles of vodka in one place.” You laughed, taking a good look at yourself in the picture.

The 80’s were definitely not your best decade, looks wise. You had tried a perm the year before, and the poodle look was only then starting to dial down. The beginnings of a bruise were starting to creep on your left eye, from the mission you had completed just a few hours before.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been that drunk.”

Bucky’s surprise intensified, his eyes wide. “We can’t get drunk.”

“Yes we can.”

“No, no we can’t.”

“We can, in fact. It’s all a matter of quantity and, well, speed.” You giggled as Bucky’s mouth gaped more.

“And the hangover?”

“Horrible. Like getting shot on the forehead. Comes quickly, too.”

He grimaced, and with one last look – certainly to register your peculiar appearance on his mind – gently put the picture back inside the suitcase. A stack of papers seemed to call out to him and he picked it up, releasing them from the band that held them together carefully.

Postcards of the places you’ve been: a small note to James Barnes and Steve Rogers on the back of each one.

Bucky’s voice faltered. He let out an anguished little sound, probably something that was supposed to be an Oh, or a What, but had no strength to crawl up his throat.

You brought your knees to your chest as you waited for him.

“You—you wrote to us?”

“I did. You can keep those, they’re addressed to you.”

After all this time, you could barely remember the words you wrote in those postcards; all you knew was that some had longer messages, others a simple Wish you were here.

“After we met in Baltimore, I thought that— that you’d have moved on from us.”

From me.

As if that was possible.

“Well, I stopped writing by 2003, give or take. But really,” You sighed. “It’s hard to forget someone when you’ve always been expecting them to come back to you.”

Bucky flipped the postcard from Rome, read the writing and smiled wistfully at it. “And, I did.”

“You did. And staying away was the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but—”

“But you’re annoyingly stubborn.” His jaw tightened, then relaxed when he smirked. “I mean, I get it – If the roles were reversed, I’d leave you rebuild your life without me like a self-sacrificing idiot too.”

Alright. That was fair.

Shaking your head, you watched as he slipped the postcards in his pocket, an amused expression on his face.

“That was… a big mistake. Something a self-sacrificing idiot would do,” You screwed your eyes shut in shame, opening them when Bucky chuckled. “but now, I’m right here. And so are you.”

His stubble scratched the soft skin of your palm when you reached for him, and you continued. “We’re a little out of place in this century, that much is true, but if I’m being honest… I’m getting tired of yearning for the past, Buck.”

Good old times – sometimes really good, sometimes bad, every one of them old – tucked away in your heart like your records were tucked in neatly in their shelf, organized by year. As you went through the decades, your enhanced body eternizing you like marble, your heart seemingly stayed at that army camp overseas. Or maybe Sergeant Bucky Barnes had taken it with him, only for them to be frozen together, leaving you with an empty hole in your chest.

You lived your life longing for that missing piece, the one with blue eyes and the dashing smile and the skilled feet.

The one that in many other stories was the one that got away, the one who now believed he was somebody else, but had brought your heart back with him all the same.

The very heart that nearly leapt out of your chest when Bucky rested his forehead against yours.

You’ve never been this close – there isn’t an ounce of past in the gesture. His eyes being tightly closed kept him from seeing the surprise on your eyes and then how they fell to his lips for a millisecond. Then, those lips brushed against yours in a featherlike touch.

I would sacrifice anything, come what might

For the sake of having you near

He pried himself off you when you exhaled, as if your very breath had electrocuted him.

“M’sorry. I—I didn’t—” He said as you stared at the back of his neck, and the shock gives way to disappointment.

I didn’t mean to. Or maybe: I didn’t want to.

“That’s—it’s okay.” You clapped your hands on your knees, still feeling the prickle of his facial hair on them, and got up to change the music.

There was no doubt Bucky was touch starved, and that he probably craved the closeness that comes with a lover. He sought that for a fleeting second in Sam’s sister, and now in you. No point in dwelling on what it might have meant.

Right?

Looking at Bucky, his expression was overcast, furrowed eyebrows as he watched you from his spot on the floor. You offered him a gentle smile, and the crease on his forehead eased up slightly.

Right.

Don't you know little fool, you never can win

The record player made a scratching sound as you replaced Frank Sinatra with your go-to jazz compilation. Instrumental.

No lyrics.

There was one thing you’ve always been good at, regarding the infatuation with Bucky Barnes that has taken over your heart for almost a century now: locking the feelings away and stepping into the shoes of the best friend.

Besides, you’ve said it yourself: no more yearning for the past. Hopefully you and Bucky would be able to do that soon enough.

At that moment, however, you needed to feel the burn of whiskey down your throat and pretend it’ll heal the calcinating rejection spreading through your chest.

The guilt you found in Bucky’s eyes as he watched you sweep around your hardwood floors made you pour a glass for him.

He took it gratefully, frowning when you bottomed the whole thing up.

“There’s a lot in here.” He tapped the edge of the suitcase, skillfully steering the conversation in the direction of the more palatable, calm territory it was in before.

The sight of your autobiographical collection made you smile.

“An entire lifetime,” You said, fishing your dog tags from the bottom. “I suppose that’s where it started. Or at least, where thisstarted.”

Bucky took them reverentially, running his thumb over the imprint of your name and numbers.

He reached for his neck, producing from under his Henley the same type of metal chain he was holding in his hands. The fact that he still wore his like that sent a sharp blow to your lungs, almost knocking the air out of you.

His face softened, a smile so beautiful spreading across his lips, so much that your chest clenched in protest because it was simply not fair, how he still had you entirely.

He deposited both of your dog tags in your hands, and that’s when you saw it, and remembered it.

“Won’t we get in trouble for this?”

“Do you care?”

“Well…No.” You sighed, already resigned. And a little excited.

Bucky knew you well: it had been too long of being a good little soldier when all you were used to was the rush of being a hellion.

“And that is why, sugar, that I’m doing this with you, and not with Steve.”

The words made your heart soar, but you were sure to recapture it before it could fly away too high, still too attached to the sensation of the take-off to clip its wings.

You liked flying.

“And because Steve hasn’t been successful in his enlisting efforts. Yet.”

Bucky looked at you from behind his eyebrows, a reprimand hiding in his eyes, but he decided to shove his uniform hat on your head instead. You grumbled, calling him a jerk under your breath.

It was the night before Bucky was drafted to England. He looked handsome in his uniform, a shining, polished star, brighter than the sun even under the dim streetlight you two stood under.

After bringing his and Steve’s dates home (yours was lost to another boxing match along the way – not that you were crying about that) Bucky had decided he was going to stay up all night, because, in his words, he could sleep when the war was over. Or, more realistically, in the ship on the way to England.

So there you two were, illuminated by street lamps and moonlight, visiting the façades and front windows of your favorite places in Brooklyn like drifters in the night.

Bucky still concentrated on his task, his shoulder hunched slightly to block your sight.

“Let me see! Bucky!”

“ ’Sposed to be a surprise! I’m almost done.”

You huffed, crossing your arms. “It’s not like I haven’t seen ‘em before.”

“You gotta be more patient. Here.”

He dropped your dog tags on your hand. You displayed the small steel plates on your palm, scanning your eyes over the two. One of them, of course, had your name, number, blood type, next of kin – an aunt you’ve never met – and address.

The other had Bucky’s.

James B Barnes. 32557038.

He slipped his own chain over his head, the plate with your name clinking against his.

You brought the tips of your fingers to your lips, feeling a smile begin to form onto them.

“I forgot we did this. I haven’t looked at these in so long.”

You had stopped wearing your dog tags the day the war had ended – Bucky was gone then, Steve too, and the weight of his dog tags slamming against your chest was too much to bear – your heart was already heavy with its own engraving of their memories.

“Steve had a lecture prepared when he gave mine back.” Bucky chuckled when you looked up at him, incredulous.

You shook your head, half exasperated and half amused. “Good grief, Steve.”

“Y’know how he is. Was,” He trailed, lips twitching as they formed a thin line.

You reached for him, your hand hovering in the space between you for a second before Bucky took it, lacing your fingers. Scooting closer, you let your cheek rest on his shoulder.

“He’d be glad we’re reunited.” You said, raising your head to peek at him and the newfound upwards curl of his lip. “And mortified we’re still bickering.”

Bucky smiled and squeezed your hand. “Old people. Old habits.”

Laughter bubbled out of your chest, and you realized a few things.

In that moment, it didn’t matter – the heartache, the unrequited side of your love. It was just a fact, a fact of life, of your life, that you a lot of the times loved him as more than your best friend. You loved him. And that was the core of it, the most important fact.

And you knew he loved you – you had each other – in this big, ever-changing, modern world, you had Bucky and Bucky had you.

You sat in comfortable, familiar silence until your eyelids grew heavy and you felt yourself drifting in and out of consciousness.

“You dozin’ on me, sugar?”

“It’s been a long day.” You said with your eyes still closed, feeling him chuckle beside you.

“Tell me about it. I can go—”

“You know damn well you should stay.” You patted his arm and hoisted yourself up from the floor. “I’ll get the pull-up ready for you.”

As you sauntered towards the office, ignoring his pleads and protests that he’s got it, he doesn’t need sheets or anything, you put your dog tags back on.

They jingled lightly against your heart.

Maybe you didn’t have to leave all of the past behind to start building something good and new, after all.

[mcnobi]

E, L, N

I think E might be right up your alley... maybe both of ours. 😂

i promise to always answer yours and @weaponizedwit's questions first so i stop spilling things all over my furniture, deal?

E: Have you added anything stupid/cracky/hilarious to your fandom, if so, what? I mean, I'm not sure I've ever added anything serious to this fandom, lets be honest. I still think that the ho/cock double bill of pictures is my greatest ever contribution to this corner of the internet and it still makes me laugh myself silly every time I see it.

L: Your favorite fanartist/author gives you one request, what do you ask for? wow. god it's such a bizarre concept I'm not even sure what I'd want!! probably if it was a fic, it'd be something angsty but sexy with obi-wan and quin and a bit of platonic bant (iloveher) and if it was art; anything with padanobi looking feral and/or whumped. I'm a woman of simple pleasures. N: Your favorite fandom (for the people; not the thing you fangirl over) I would say I've had the most fun, and the most laughs in the supernatural and star wars fandoms. they're the ones i've been most engaged in, and they're the ones where I've met the people that have become big parts of my life. i've been in loads of half-dead fandoms for quite a while and it's not the same as when you can go a bit feral with people over new stuff. fandom related asks

[headinthestaticsky]

The Phenomenon of the Immortal Sun: Jasper Hale x Fleur Swan, Chapter 1

Summary: It was time for Fleur Swan to become Fleur Hale/Whitlock. She has started to adjust to the lifestyle of a vegetarian vampire as well as her powers, which she seems to develop a new one once in a while. But what happens when something happens that none of the Cullens are prepared for.

"Nature will get her way Though you took her for a fool Walking on the lake Frozen under you."

Run Cried the Crawling by, Anges Obel

When Bella got home from Vegas with Edward at her side it was the most pissed off my dad had ever been at her. He knew she would throw out the "I'll move away." Card on him but he wasn't fazed by it anymore. She was married, and a adult... he couldn't stop her. It was satisfying to see dad finally stand up to her, letting go of the fear of losing her. Bella eventually developed a guilty look on her face while Edward tensed by her side. She decided that she would have her honeymoon after Jasper and I got married, since dad would know we would both be out of the house. It confused me since she would have to wait 5 months just to go on her honeymoon, it also delayed her changing into a vampire. Since they both agreed to do it on there honeymoon.

Regarding me however my eyes are still a dark red rose color, which completely puzzled the Cullens. It confused me as well...knowing that after a year of transformation my eyes should be golden by now. I had never drunken an once of human blood but, my eyes were just as red as they were when I first turned. My blood lust got a lot better and I was beginning to gain control of my powers. It turns out I am also a shape shifter in a sense... I can transform myself into anyone I wanted to be. Things seemed to have calmed down it was nice to have a moment of serenity.

I stood in my room which was now void of my items being out on display. They were instead all in boxes stacked up on top of each other. Dad helped me out earlier in the day, it was nice to spend so one-on-one time with him while I still lived here. Bella was packing up too, excited to finally leave the house and become a vampire. She wouldn't let dad help her out however and spent her time locked up in her room. Probably waiting for Edward to enter and talk with her. I just sat down on my bed looking at my surroundings when I heard Jasper enter through my window.

"I was waiting for you to show up." I said grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pulling him in for a kiss.

"Mmm, hello to you too." Jasper said.

"You're not going to believe who accepted my RVSP'd to the wedding..."

"Who is it?"

"My mom, her new husband is coming with her too."

"I hope they won't cause any trouble." Jasper grumbled.

"Well... the last thing I said to her was when I moved back down here when I was 15...I told her that next time I see her would be at my wedding. I then told her that she would enjoy the the open bar and her speech for me would be her barfing all over the place. So umm... be prepared for that to happen." I explained trying to hold in a laugh at the face Jasper made.

"Damn love...you're brutal sometimes."

"Thank you... that is so sweet to say!"

"You better get down to our place... Alice and Rosalie are waiting for you so they can throw you a Bachelorette party."

"Yeah... they'll probably break the house trying to get to me." I said and then began to laugh.

"Have fun darlin." Jasper said softly.

"You too, if Emmett, Edward, and Dean got you a stripper I will murder all of them."

"Don't worry about that darlin, we're merely going out to the woods to hunt bears... maybe a few mountain lions. Besides Edward won't be there anyway"

"Oh fun...wait, Edward won't be there?"

"Yeah... it seems he still holds a grudge after I called him a boy before the battle."

"Only a boy would be offended by that." I said

"I better go love you." Jasper replied and pecked my cheek.

"Love you too." I did the same thing, pecking his cheek. He left a few seconds afterward leaving me alone. I pulled on pair of boots and ran downstairs.

"I'll see you later dad, Rose and Alice are throwing me a little party."

"Alright Petal, love you."

"Love you too!"

I arrived at the Cullen's house in record time, my tracking ability had improved greatly. I zoomed up to the door and before I could open it Rosalie, Esme, Bree, and Alice stood there with excited smiles on their faces.

"The party has arrived." I said jokingly.

They all laughed and ushered me into the lounge room.

Bree had been living with us ever since the end of the battle, she struggled to conform to the diet after living off of human blood so long and she couldn't leave the house much since she was presumed dead. But Jasper has been helping her out a lot.

"I can't wait to see what you did with the venue outside... can I take a look?"

"No, you may not, Rosalie and I all agreed that you shouldn't see it until tomorrow. It'll be great with the pictures."

"Okay okay... is the dress finished?"

"Yes, now that you can see." Rosalie said, dragging me down to her room. A large vanity was set up with hundreds of makeup products. I turned around and saw my dress... it was beautiful.

(I know the dresses aren't exactly the same but just pretend the one showing off the back of the dress has sleeves haha.)

a"Oh my gosh Rose, you know my style so well."

"You're going to look beautiful tomorrow." Esme said, her gracious smile still on her face.

"Thank you guys so much... for everything."

"No problem Fleur, I can't wait for you to officially be a part of the family." Alice replied.

"So, how is everything back at home?" Rosalie said, already playing with my hair.

"It's tense...dad's pissed at Bella, Bella is pissed at dad. I still can't believe she actually eloped."

"Doesn't surprise me any... Bella's priorities have certainly changed." Alice grumbled.

"Yeah... not gonna lie though Alice they've always been like that, she just hid it from you guys pretty well."

"Yeah... I guess so." Alice said disappointment was on her face.

"Let's talk about something else...Fleur, did Jasper tell you where you two were going for your honeymoon?"

"No... he wants it to be a surprise, I can't wait to see where we're going."

"I'm sure it's going to be fun." Alice said, nudging me playfully.

"If I could blush right now, I would." I said.

Timeskip: The next day.

"Rosalie this is like we rehearsed it... smile and don't kill my mother." I reminded her.

"I'll try my best... Why does Bella have to be a bridesmaid again?" She said, brushing back my long black hair.

"Because I don't need my mother talking my ear off saying how selfish I am."

I saw Alice shake her head before going back to steaming my dress in the background.

"Fleur, Rosalie? Where are you guys?" I heard my dad call out.

"In here dad!" I called back.

"Renee get your butt up here your daughter is getting married. Get over this stupid grudge." I heard dad yell. Rosalie, Alice, and I all laughed.

"Aww, you look beautiful Petal." Dad said, smiling at me. I said Renee in the background she had a shocked look on her face.

"Thanks, Dad, you can thank Rosalie and Alice for all of this. Mom? You gonna come over? I'm not infected with anything you know."

She scoffed and walked up to me, we both gave each other fake smiles.

"Did you get plastic surgery? Your face looks... I don't know more sculpted." She said.

"No mother I just aged... the last time you saw me I was 15, I'm 20 now." I lied, everyone knew most vampires' facial features perfected when fully changed. But I couldn't exactly tell her that.

"Okay..." She said in a skeptical voice. I heard Rosalie growl behind me.

"Renee knock it off." Dad said he had a curt look on his face.

"Well since it's your wedding day we thought you needed something blue." Renee started, her face didn't look too happy.

"And something old, besides your mother." Dad joked, Rosalie and Alice let out a chuckle.

"Nice Charlie," Renee said rolling her eyes.

Dad then opened a jewelry box that had a hairpiece in it. I knew it was grandma swans.

"It was Grandma Swans, I added the Sapphires though, I thought it matched your ring pretty well. When the time comes around you can give it to your daughter." Dad said he handed it to Rosalie so she could put it in my hair.

"Aww thank you so much dad." I said I was lucky I didn't have my dress on yet so I could hug him.

"Should've saved this for Bella." Renee grumbled quitely.

"Oh no I forgot her veil, Rose could you come with me?" Alice asked.

Rosalie hesitated before answering.

"Sure..." They walked out a few seconds later.

"So... you stuck true to your guns. I didn't see you until your wedding day." Dad just looked at the two of us and walked out.

"Yep."

"How many men did you date before you got engaged to this one. I know how bored you can get." Renee said, implying I sleep around a lot.

"He's the first and only man I've dated." Renee's reflection was shocked in the mirror.

"Well... I knew my Bella would do that but... not, you." She said in a condescending voice.

"You have no idea what Bella has done."

"So who is he?" Renee said, ignoring my previous statement.

"His name is Jasper and he's an amazing, kind human being." I answered back, pride-filled my voice. I could suddenly feel Bella's presence behind the wall in the other room listening in on us.

"Sure... we all know women like you say that when the men have slept with you."

"You're childish insults do not bother me anymore mother."

"What childish insults? I'm stating facts." Renee said, acting innocent.

"Yeah, facts you convinced yourself are true."

"All I know is if my Bella wouldn't gotten married so young. So let's cut to the chase how far along are you?"

'I'm not pregnant Renee, I need to go help Rose and Alice find that veil." I got up to walk away when I got an idea.

"Oh by the way, Bella got married at nineteen in Vegas."

Renee just stood there in shock. I smiled in satisfaction.

"Enjoy the open bar!"