#this started off as a rant and became a love letter to this show and these characters and their relationships

[jemmo]

i cant tell you how much i ADORE this first episode of my beautiful man s2. there’s something about the pace of it, especially in hira and kiyoi’s interactions, the quick back and forth, hira saying something, kiyoi catching him out, hira backing down, kiyoi getting mad about that, hira stuttering to try and say the right thing. the way they interact is this seemingly endless cat and mouse going in circles around this big, huge centre thing that is ‘the point’. they both want to convey so much but neither can put the plain and simple words to it, hira is too much and kiyoi is too little. and yet they still have these moments, when they let the plain truth slip, hira saying you’re just too cute, or kiyoi earnestly asking hira not to leave him, it peels back at their true sentiment that’s always being danced around.

and the thing is, if you didnt watch the first season, this relationship could so easily be seen as bad bad really bad, the way they almost bicker and get mad, how kiyoi appears to pick at hira and gets mad so easily, how hira acts more like an avoid stalker than a boyfriend and always seems on edge or off in his head catastrophising. some people still might. i can see how it can be a difficult relationship to digest. its weird, awkward and uncomfortable at times, and almost absent of the usual softness of a bl couple. but thats why i adore it. because i think its so important and interesting to portray a different kind of relationship, even if maybe exaggerated to fit the king and servent original premise that hira still holds onto. bc the thing with these kinds of relationships is it doesnt matter what we think of it, whether we like it or think its ok, its about the people in it. some people are just different, they act differently, and interact differently, and thats ok if its ok for the people involved, and thats what i think the case is for hira and kiyoi. obviously they still have problems, this relationship isnt perfect, and i think this series is gonna show that, but thats also ok. just bc a relationship isnt perfect, doesnt mean it shouldnt exist. there has to be something there in the first place for it to be worked on. and there is. at the core of it all, these two people really really love and care about each other, they just express it differently, and maybe need to learn how to express it in a way that makes it easier and better for the other to feel it. maybe hira needs to let kiyoi off that pedastal, and maybe kiyoi needs to not view his feelings as this weird, gross thing. but that takes time, and i think is truly worth it.

and what makes it work and so thrilling and interesting to watch as a show is that kiyoi and hira somehow both encourage that detrimenal behaviour but are also so incredibly good for each other, and good at challenging that behaviour. hira wants to see kiyoi as a god and kiyoi wants to be loved, so he can be that godly figure. you can see it in this almost entitled way he acts, pushing hira around, even when he just sits down in the rocking chair, above hira, very mch the image of a king and his bowing servent. as someone that was starved of love as a child, he laps that up. but its when his feelings grow for hira that he realises he doesnt want to be some god or king, he just wants plain and simple, human, equal love. so he ends that scene lying on hira’s lap, lower than him, airing his insecurities of being abandoned and asking hira to stay with him, very much that lonely child wanting someone else’s love. not devotion, not sacrifice, just love. and its his feelings for hira that allow him to push hira in a good way, challenge him, bring him out of his shell, which he desperately needs. hira is so stuck in his head that he hasnt reared his head enough to learn how to act like an actual person. so used to blending into the background, he doesnt know how to be his own person and not an object or a piece of the furniture. you see it at the party, that he doesnt know enough small talk words to get through a conversation, let alone actually be himself and interact with others on an equal level. thats why he takes on this servent role, bc he’s never seen himself as enough of a person to be anything else. he can only be made real when characterised by his actions for others. kiyoi’s rejection of these roles means he can challenge hira to step up, to be on his level, and in that find himself. there’s hints, you can see it, in his love of phtography, when he talks about the moon, when he’s around others and even kiyoi and they have these softer moments where it feels like hes breathing and calm instead of stuttering and panting through an interaction and his brain is running a mile a minute. kiyoi has seen it too, and thats why he fell in love with him. ok, maybe he likes his eccentricities too, but he sees a person that he wants to be with, on equal terms, and in that he wants to pull hira up and see him be himself, realise himself as a person, just as much as he has to step down. and they dont explain these things plainly, voice that they want to help each other in this way, but you see it so clearly. its the subtext of this almost other language that they speak together thats full of twisted meanings and hidden intentions, at the heart of it is, like i said before, actual love and care for each other. do they need to get better at it? yes. but do they need to become our idea of a normal relationship to do that? no, absolutely not. after all, hira will always be hira, and kiyoi will always be kiyoi, and if they lost that, they’d lose themselves and their love for each other. so stay weird, stay unconventional, and stay yourselves, my beautiful couple. 

[somemydayy]

yandere! guardian angel x reader

guardian angel is supposed to protect and guide you. he puts time and effort into maintaining your peace and safety so imagine his horror when you choose to blindly trust and follow such depraved people.

at first guardian angel solely said it was for your own spiritual salvation, keeping those soul sucking recruiters away from your pure and genuine soul. he was more so concerned with your own spiritual healing then you converting.

but as time went on, he started looking at your horrible dating history, the men you choose to let into your life were horribly deprived fiends. he had half a mind to deal with them on the spot, although that wouldn’t be quite angel like now would it. but as time went on, your dating habits turned from bad to worse. dating emotionally unavailable, constipated man-child, narcissists foul mouth filth that were lower then gum stick on the sole of a shoe. because that’s what they were, because a real decent man much less decent person would continue to deceive such a kind hearted person like you.

at first you started to think there was something wrong with yourself, why weren’t you getting dates, no good men would treat you like that right? but the only ones you were able to attract were not so kind and honest. you prayed to your guardian angel to make you change. to save your soul and heart, give a chance to you. give you a gift of a beautiful relationship with a loving and respectful partner.

at first he started seeking happiness for you, pleading to his superiors to give you the saving grace to lead a healthy, and happier life. but then the thought no mortal men could compare to your ethereal splendor sent him down a rabbit hole known as obsession. at first, it started with him obsessively looking out for your health, heart and safely. then it progressed into him obviously wanting, obsessing over your love life. he couldn’t comprehend how such a beautiful soul such as you could only attract bad men. because to guardian angel all men were unworthy of your love, much less your existence.

guardian angel started sabotaging your dates, he would show up to the potential date’s house and started leaving warnings and letters detailing how they weren’t a match, and how you deserved way better then them. at first it was advice, he detailed his opinions on how it wouldn’t last and divulging into unhinged rants. the date would usually brush it off, at first but then they started receiving threats and unsatisfactory responses to they’re continued behavior and communication to you. guardian angel even started causing problems with the other guardian angels, causing distress and disruptions in paperwork and other-worldly relationships so the other angel wouldn’t be present to attend to that man, but be busy with work.

he started off with petty stuff, like tripping them and throwing strong winds into their path, rain and thunderstorms. but unfortunately this man was a little too persistent. rain or shine, he would always make his way to the date. unfortunately every attempt to distract him, even inconvenience him was futile because he was too persistent, so guardian angel became petty and started sabotaging the dates. the waiter that spilled a entire tray of plates of food on your date, was his doing. the dog chasing after him and bit off the fabric of one of his pants legs, as he climbed up a tree was devious but satisfying. still that wasn’t enough to scare the man off, so guardian angel decided he would shamelessly make his life hell on earth.

guardian angel started sabotaging his professional development and career. the promotion was delayed, ended with another person receiving such promotions. the stress of work got to the man, unable to make further progress, resulting in a demotion. work was horribly stressful and home life wasn’t much better. from having a great relationship with his family, it dwindled into nonexistent. work was consuming, familial relationships was on the rocks. the tipping point was when you recommended a change of hairstyle to liven his mood. but you accidentally bleached his hair, too much resulting in him having it all fall off. he fell off the cliff, blew up calling you every name in the book. pressure and unrealistic expectations were constantly adding pressure to him, and he exploded at you.

guardian angel made it so, the pressure was consuming and the things he said were rooted in your worst insecurities and even traumas. guardian angel wasn’t even phased when you broke up with that undeserving man on the spot. he cried and pleaded with you, but guardian angel didn’t relent. one misfortune after another had that man crumbling, he even had a little trouble with the law. ex boyfriend started stalking and threatening you, soon afterwords.

but don’t worry, you’re guardian angel took care of it. unconditional (obession) love was his drive, so he made sure you’re life would go back to normal, before you were intertwined with such individuals. guardian angel’s love reached a point of no return, and now he wouldn’t care to share you with anyone else.

guardian angel only had one goal, in mind. keeping you safe and healthy. but his only motivation was corrupted along the way. he only desired you, being his. only his forever and always. he plagued your dating life, with misfortune with the sole purpose of being your saving grace. he made sure, he would be your one and last hope for your happy ever after.

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[princesssmars]

hazel falling in love with her childhood family friend is rotting my brain actually.

wc : 1383

sfw and slight nsfw? fem reader. thanking emma and rachel for making hazel rich because i love writing rich people stuff. i’d say maybe a good mix of cocky!hazel and loser!hazel because i love both so bad.

so for the first six years of her life she spends her winter holidays at a beautiful chalet in aspen with her parents, spending the days having snowball fights with her dad and falling asleep by the fireplace with her mom.

just like. she's rich, and her mom seems like one of thos wealthy women who loves to go on vacation to show off her perfect life and her perfect friends, so she or her husband definitely had a vacation house they'd visit every year.

when she turns seven they finally let her start skiing on the bunny slope, figuring it’s better than the little evil genius thing she does with the pots and the tiny snowmen. for a little kid she's pretty good at the sport already, if not taking the pizza and french fry tip a little too seriously.

about an hour in though, she's taking her umpteenth trip down the hill when a four foot mass slams into her right side, going at way above whatever speed limit was allowed in this area. she's lying flat on the ground, her right arm aching and her hound pounding and she's about ten seconds from crying when she looks over to see you, face planted in the snow and your shoulders shaking as you laugh like you're insane.

both sets of your parents rush over to make sure that the both of you are ok, and after you manage to calm down a bit and give hazel a very formal sounding apology that your mom whispered in your ear, you ask hazel if she can help you learn to control your speed on the slopes.

so after an hour of driving her crazy as she tries to teach you how to control your speed, your moms sit at a table watching over the both of you while sipping on their drinks and becoming fast friends.

ever since then, each winter was spent together. whether it was spending time in the snow, (hazel continued to excel at skiing, eventually giving up on trying to teach you), sharing stories of your normal lives over cups of cocoa at the cafe in the ski lodge, and helping each other decorate your christmas trees that you both had to beg your parents to buy.

whenever she went back home the days following new years, she’d count the days until she could see you again. to compensate for the time apart your parents let you send a horde of letters and e-mails to each other, letting the two of you share long phone calls on their phones when you were still to young to have your own.

hazels secret favorite hobby became photography. you couldn’t go twenty minutes without her shoving her polaroid camera in your face. she’ll tell you it’s because she’s using the vacation time to explore and try new things, and not that she constantly looks back over the photos of you with a big smile and a flush to her face.

(she also won’t mention that she’s addicted to the feeling she gets when pj and josie come over to her house and pj goes ona ten minute rant about how impossible it is that a girl that pretty could spend time with hazel without being insane. she ignores the insult because she’s hung up on the fact oh called you pretty.)

now i think hazel was pretty much always aware of the fact that she liked girls, if not because she realized that being obsessed with a certain scene from cruel intentions and always volunteering to play the husband when one of her friends wanted to play house on the playground was, in fact, not straight.

but at this point she’s maybe fifteen, she’s starting to grow into her looks and she’s definitely not ready to admit she might has a crush on you. at this point you both have had your own phones for a while, and she couldn’t even count the amount of times she had fallen asleep with you over facetime.

over the course of that year she often found herself wondering what your sexuality was. dumb ass stereotypes had her believing there was no way you, pretty and popular and preppy you could possibly be gay. and if you were a lesbian there was no chance that you'd like her back.

it was just made all the more confusing when once she had complained about how she hadn't had a girlfriend, let alone a first kiss yet and she was nearly halfway through high school with no experience for the hundredth time that you told her you had a solution for her on your next shared trip.

so you can imagine her shock when three days after landing in aspen you pull her into your room in your lodge and sit her on your bed before telling her you knew the perfect way to get more experience was to experiment with you.

"your first few times kissing and stuff can be pretty awkward, so why not just do it with me? i can show you the ropes and stuff.”

now on the outside she seemed normal, agreeing with an easy smile on her face, but on the inside her brain was playing the loudest tornado siren known to man.

it starts tame, the first few days consisting of you just telling her about your past experiences with girls and how to take it slow and everything. she knows its important but it honestly feels like torture. every time you talk to her she's wondering about what you'll do to start the physical lesson, if you'll set her down on her plush bed and softly touch her, or if you'll finally get fed up with the waiting like she is and press her and take her against a wall.

if you had known you would have prepared, but hazel was a freak in disguise and had decided that she was ready to take things into her own hands. you had invited her to sleep over at yours and drink hot cocoa while watching christmas movies and she had accepted in a heartbeat. what she didn't expect was for you to be wearing really cute pajamas, your legs covered in little hello kitty's and christmas trees with a plain red top and geez she could see you weren't wearing a bra.

hazel was a ticking time bomb, and when the two of you were sitting on the couch and she watched the reds and whites and golds dance across your face and you looked ovver at her with a 'what's wrong, hazie?' she exploded, smushing her lips onto yours in a mess of limbs and teeth.

she can feel your giggles in her mouth as she presses you down into the plush of the couch, her excited hands gripping your cheeks before brushing over your chest and gripping your waist, grinding her hips into yours and groaning when your giggle turned into high pitched moans.

it feels like she kisses you for hours before you reluctantly stop, your hands going to press into her shoulders when her head follows yours to resume making out. "hazel, as much as i'm enjoying this we were supposed to be taking this slowly. since when did you know how to...do that?"

"i dont know i just," she sighs as she tries to catch her breath, starting to get embarrassed about what a virginal mess she must look and be acting like. but you seem to like it, so she starts to not care all that much. "i just really want you. i wanna do everything with you."

you smile and hold her cheek in your hand, her eyes fluttering shut at your touch. you look at the gentle expression on her face, the slowing of her breath, and how her hips still occasionally stutter downward looking for yours, and you cant find it in your heart to deny her. you never really could.

"ok, hazie. we can do whatever you want-"

you're cut off before you can finish, the girl quickly rejoining your lips together and groping at your body once again.

when she gets back from vacation, hazel is less single, less unexperienced, and more than ready to throw this in pj's face.

i kinda lost inspo for this can you tell :,(((( but i thought the idea was cute so take this thing. bye.

[meryachkins]

so. um. i wanted to post something about my mc. but i realized i need to Explain her a little. even if my english is wonky. even if no one besides me will like her. i'm willing to sacrifice my pride lmao ( pls don't beat the shit out of me because of misspelling or weird use of words or horrendous grammary. i'm silly your honor )

SO. there's her profile thing ?? i guess ??? and yes. my every character is armenian, thank you very much. es hay em what can i say 😭

cr for sheet: @kiwiplaetzchen

aaaaand there we go with A Lot Of facts sbout her ...

about blood status ! i believe she doesn't really know about all that stuff. in my head magic armenia is tied together with non-magic one, because there's no magic school and communities are small and local. wizards live like muggles, live side by side with them. therefore blood of her family is so mixed, that i can't even say is she half-blood or what.

and she doesn't know english very well. her handwriting is in block letters and it's stiff and sloppy. often when she's yapping about something she switches to her mother tongue without realizing it. and then she tries to translate her rant, but fails miserably lmao. that's why she asks her friends for help with textbooks in classes and why she hates potions ( she doesn't know all that terminology for ingredients )

during the first days at hogwarts she was a little shy, but quickly became friend with poppy and natty. then she beat the shit out of sebastian in the duel and felt Very confident because of everyone's vivid reaction, so she started to befriend every person in this school lol. she's very tactile and kinda touch-starved even though she always pissed her siblings off with the need to touch and hug and peck Everyone ( but they always let her do it )

also. she's aroace. she really loves her friends, but she do not understand ( and need ) romantic love and relationshisp. i mean, she doesn't really know she's aroace she live in 19 century lmao. but not once in her live she fell in love

she have 5 siblings: two oldest siblings zabel and levon, older siblings lilith and masis and smol sis asthik ( who's a menace to society. ) she loves them to death, but in the summer after 5th year there was a huge drama about levon and maro was Fighting for him with zabel ( who's a homophobic bitch, but i'm the one who made her like this so i'm not shitting her 😭 )

and they lived in constantinople, but when father died they moved to erivan, hometown of their mother. after this she have some kind of prophecies about something bad happening with their family and maro being their "savior". that's why maro ended up in hogwarts, like it's the only school except koldovstoretz that her mother know about. and there's some relatives in england, who left erivan when it became part of russian empire in 1829 ( i think ??? i'm not too familiar with dates, but i want this story to work ... )

also her patronus was the van cat ( or vana katu, it's a landrace of cats found around lake van ) like her father's. but she doesn't cast patronus often so she found out that her patronus has changed to the borzoi at 6th year. her neighbor from a wealthy family bred borzoi from russian empire and she fell in love with these dogs from the very first time she saw them. it's kind of a symbol of her homesickness and yearning for family, for her life in erivan.

so. um. if you read all that text above. thank you. i really want to be in fandom and to show my maro to everyone 🤲 i will post arts with her. i guess ........ and i really want to draw other people's characters !!! i just like the vibes in here lol

[rat-attacked-aa]

this is a rant about how they completely fucked up chishiya’s character

major spoilers for season 2 and the manga

first of all, i’m not entirely upset about how they put chishiya in the jack of hearts game even though no main character’s were supposed to be in there. it makes sense that the writers would do that because having a game consist of all new characters, even though they are interesting characters, it may not have come across very well.

it was fun to see how chishiya’s brain worked for that game and i loved that it gave him a lot more screen time, which was desperately needed.

now, i’ve always been a little peeved about how they made chishiya more in tune with his emotions, in the manga he is apathetic and he has no positive feelings towards any of the characters. in the show he was caring towards kuina and kuina even asked about him numerous times, but in the manga she very much disliked him because of him selfish and manipulative ways.

it would have been fine if that was the only thing they changed about his character, but they completely made up a backstory for him, it made me so angry that they left out the most important part of him.

his original backstory started off with showing the lack of parental love that he grew up with and that he never understood the human heart and that he had no plans to do so. his father worked in the medical field which is why chishiya became A MEDICAL STUDENT, not an actual doctor or whatever the fuck they made him in the show. manga chishiya was working in the hospital on what i assume was an internship, and the best scene was when a dying old man gave him a letter to give to a family member and chishiya said that he would but when chishiya left the room he threw the letter away because he doesn’t care for other people.

the backstory change was completely unnecessary and the new one didn’t really add anything of value. i assume they did it because it made him relate to kuzuryu which resulted in a change of heart in chishiya, but in the manga chishiya still had a change in heart with his original backstory.

also they didn’t make him smile that big’ol smile he had when he got shot. the only reason that chishiya went to talk to arisu was because the words of kuzuryu made him rethink himself and he actually wanted to talk to someone for a change.

i am really happy that they didn’t change the confrontation between him, arisu, and niragi, i’m also glad that they still put chishiya and niragi in the same hosptial room because that shit’s hilarious.

over all i did enjoy the season and i understand that following the manga exactly is boring. in fact i enjoyed some of the switch ups that did happen, but i just don’t understand why they felt the need to change the most important aspects of chishiya.

[oldfangirl81]

For anyone who hasn't seen me rant before about why the Buckley parents hit my sore spots here I go again...

Buckley parents were upper middle class from what we can tell. They buried a child and didn't allow anyone to grieve. They cared more about appearance and reputation than their kids. They gave therapy a try but quit one session (to be fair this might be a fanon one). They emotionally neglected and abused their kids. They put the blame on the kids for not making it easy on them.

Now my paternal grandparents were middle class and advancing to upper middle class when my dad and his sister came along. Money became their focus.

They had substance abuse issues but the socially acceptable kind. My dad avoided substances because of it. My aunt scored from their med cabinet and liquor cabinet. My Dad tried to be the perfect child to earn their love and respect. My aunt rebelled every chance.

In her very 20s she was starting to get her life together when she was killed crossing the street by a drunk driver. After her burial my grandparents shamed my father for expressing grief. They rarely would allow her to be spoken of. Dad became a traffic cop largely in part because of her death.

As I got older I had some of her mannerisms even though she was long dead before I was born, to their pain.

They would actually help when I was hospitalized but it was more about appearance then strictly helping my parents.

When I first got sick in preschool my grandparents offered my parents money to have plastic surgery on my ear. So that if I couldn't be perfect on the inside I'd be perfect on the outside.

My grandfather offered my mom a mink if she'd give him a second grandchild. Might have been one of the first times Mom saw Dad go off on them. My birth could easily have killed Mom and Dad never wanted to risk her life again like that. He even had a vasectomy, which eventually his parents learned of. (Probably because I told them Dad couldn't have puppies anymore. My folks had used the puppy getting spayed around that time to try to explain in kid friendly terms.)

My relationship with them started to deteriorate around the time I really started thinking for myself. It got so much worse after 11 1/2. I needed an ileostomy to save my life really. Or at least give me a good quality of life. My grandfather was there when they did the finale test. He heard me screaming through the lead door.

He still called me directly the night before surgery to say "Can't you just learn to handle the pain? I'd rather be dead than have an ostomy." I repeat I was 11 1/2 years old. I said I wanted the surgery and hung up on him. I have never once regretted my ileostomy, only that they didn't make it permanent on the first surgery, it took three total over 18 months or so.

Both my grandmother and grandfather died in Sept '22. I hadn't seen them in person since the early '00s. I rarely spoke on the phone to them either. Rarely exchanged cards or letters.

Another thing they hated was me having short hair. "too butch" and "you'll never find a husband" bullshit. As a kid I kept it short in part out of spite. But it was also easier with my health then.

I don't think they ever knew I was bisexual. I used to joke the only way I'd ever visit them was if I had someone pose as my tattooed lesbian biker girlfriend.

So yeah. The quickest way to make me hate a show is to pull that "family is blood and must always be forgiven" or "they tried their best, so the damage they caused is fine because blood" bs. I've stopped watching other shows over it.

[doodle-bun-makes]

Here's some more about my wip original story "Of Dragons and Unicorns" (prepare for an essay long info dump). Thank you @catkin-morgs for asking about it!

I originally started this idea around 2017 and it was completely different. It was about the princess, still named Sylvia, who was led to a crashed dragon by her horse during a ride. The dragon gives her an egg to take care of, which shocks Sylvia because she didn't think dragons existed. The egg hatches and she has to keep it a secret from this visiting kingdom but little does she know, the kingdom secretly has dragons. There was also a love triangle between the Sylvia, the prince, and this horse breeder that wore a mask for some reason??? I don't know, young me was obsessed with love triangles.

Then sometime around 2021 I decided to revamp the idea. I wanted to make every kingdom have a mythical creature and since I'm a horse girl I made Sylvia's kingdom the unicorn kingdom. She also has a brother who she used to be close to until he married into and became king of the pegasus kingdom. So she's pretty lonely since she's a judgmental introvert and thinks other royal kids are boring; her only friends are the stable keeper and the unicorns he keeps (there isn't a love story between them, the stable keeper is happily married). Sylvia laments about being betrothed to the prince of the dragon kingdom, Crown Prince of Drakes, Eluard. She doesn't know him since they met once when they were around 4-5 years old and when she was 10-ish she tired to reach out to him via letter but she never got one back. So the only things she knows about Eluard are rumors people tell about him, like how he tamed his first dragon at 2 years old and that dragons feared him. But she thinks he's a pompous jerk because the portraits he sends annually depict him as an emotionless and cold. But when the dragon royalty arrive for her debutante ball, she sees that Eluard looks nothing like his portraits (i.e. kind, freckled, tall, more stout than jacked). He's either super formal with her or gets nervous, especially when his brother tries to play match maker to get him and Sylvia closer. That only leads to Eluard getting more distant to Sylvia which makes her think that he was just trying to trick her with a first impression. She resents him up until her debutante ball where the two dance and she freaks out because she does not want to get married. She excuses herself then escapes into the garden. While she's trying to calm herself down, Eluard comes out to check on her. This causes her to go off on him and basically rant about the awful person she thinks he is until she can't breathe. Eluard then asks what he did to make her think all that because he was trying his hardest to abide by her kingdoms customs and she tells him that he showed who he was all the way back when he didn't answer her letter. Lo and behold, Eluard did write her back but his letter got lost in the mail so he thought that he came off too strong in the letter and scared Sylvia off. Sylvia is shocked as her preconceived notions come crashing down around her, so the two of them sit in the garden and get to know each other. Originally, this part ended with the two becoming pen pals and starting to grow a friendship.

That's where I originally stopped writing, but I planned on this story idea to be two books: one taking place in Sylvia's kingdom while the other takes place in Eluard's kingdom. The second one would be about a year later after the two had kept up with one another, where Sylvia would be moving to the dragon kingdom. Since the two of them are more friendly, Eluard shows her around the castle/the towns around the castle and introduces her to a bunch of people and dragons. It becomes clear to her that his people adore him and he adores his people. At a party celebrating her arrival, Eluards estranged twin brother crashes the party to mock his family and meet Sylvia. He eventually gets chased off and Eluard has to sit Sylvia down to explain the whole curse thing to her. She's surprised but accepts that it doesn't change who he is. Then at some point while Eluard and her were out for a scenic ride they get attacked by the brother and his crew of dragons and they steal Sylvia. Sylvia, however, hates the brother more than she fears him and makes his life a living hell until Eluard comes to try to save her. The brother gives her up instantly and idk they live happily ever after. I haven't really thought about the second one too much, those are just some ideas I have for it.

My inspiration for the unicorn kingdom is a usual vague European fantasy world that most fantasy stories take place in. There are a ton of different unicorn species like nocturnal ones aside from the ones that have obviously been selectively bred. For the dragon kingdom, however, I wanted it to be like a fantasy wild west with cowboys and bandits and dragons instead of horses. I got a lot of inspiration for the terrain from a trip to South Dakota because I just fell in love with all the nature and different biomes like the the black hills and badlands. I imagine that the capital would be in a badlands like area where the castle was carved from one of the huge rock formations like this one

For Eluard's dragon, I wanted him to have a Drake (wingless dragon) because I imagine he has a fear of flying because his twin dropped him once while he was flying (brother's curse gives him dragon wings, Eluard's doesn't). I see him having a huge drake that looks intimidating but is literally his best friend. I envision the drake kinda looking like a bison, but I couldn't make it look the way I wanted to. Here are some sketches I made, but none of them really felt right

While I'm on the topic of sketches, I have drawn Eluard and Sylvia a few times in the past to help get a good picture of them in my head.

This was the first drawing I made all the way back in 2021. I knew I wanted Sylvia to have a graceful and elegant look to her to contradict how snippy and blunt she is. Her look doesn't change a whole lot in my drawings since her look is simple yet effective. I kinda want to redesign her to contradict Eluard more, but I haven't had the motivation to work on this story.

Eluard, on the other hand, changes quite a bit through my drawings. At first I didn't really know how I wanted him to look, so I went for a regular modern-ish southern cowboy (he does have an accent). I don't really like this one, he looks too young and not as rowdy as he actually is.

This is another design for Eluard (far right). I went for more of a bull rider look because he enjoys training and riding rowdy dragons that other people are too scared to ride. He's just a dumb guy who isn't afraid of pain, basically a himbo but book smart. Still didn't have the vibe I wanted, I wanted him a bit chubbier to look more like a strong man instead of a body builder.

The middle character is Eluards brother, Oswald. He's crafty, quiet, and is determined to help his brother woo Sylvia. This leads to him overstepping and trying to rush things, but he means well. He's just an ambitious kid. He didn't give off a cowboy vibe in this version, just kind of like a standard fantasy prince.

The character on the left got cut from the (for now) final version of the story. He's supposed to be a witch in training that knows way too much about flora and herbs. He was going to be Oswald's love interest, but he doesn't really fit in the world anymore and I don't want to force him in.

This is where I started getting a good idea of what I wanted Eluard to look like. He's a big tall guy that sturdy-looking, like it would take a lot to knock him over. I also leaned more into a western pleasure like style for his formal clothes. In these pictures (besides the one where he's shirtless) I drew them first meeting where he kisses her hand (I really needed to work on my side-profiles). The top two drawings are of Eluard trying to shut his brother up as he says something embarrassing then talking to Sylvia to explain that his brother was talking nonsense. I wanted him to have some unprincely "imperfections" like freckles and a chipped tooth he got after a dragon headbutted him. He also has a bunch of scars from wrestling and handling different dragons.

I also realized I wanted Eluard and his kingdom to have an indigenous American inspiration, specifically from the Lakota tribe since (from my research) they were one of the tribes that used to inhabit the badlands. I still like this idea, but I'm also terrified of accidentally depicting something offensive on accident. Because I can do all the research I possibly can but I can never know everything about the culture since I'm not apart of it. I want to be respectful of Lakota culture and include some sort of indigenous representation since it's a big part of western cowboy media.

So I really got into drawing Eluard for a while because I just fell in love with his design. I decided to make bolo ties the important piece of clothing much like a crown to help show status based on what was carved inside it. I lost my idea for the royal emblem meant to be carved into Eluard's and Oswald's bolos. Also, I gave Eluard a cane because I also gave him ~hip pain~, he got thrown around by a nasty bucking dragon and ended up injuring his left hip (inspired by my own horseback riding injuries).

I also drew Oswald, I'm still not sure what to do with his design but I was getting close in this one. I didn't draw him a whole lot all in all, but I think he turned out fine. His essential design element to me is the little snake-like dragon around neck that's his companion. He always has the wyrm with him because its his little sidekick and emotional support dragon.

In the other picture where Eluard is shirtless (I realize I have drawn him twice shirtless) I don't know what 2022 me was on but she was really working on drawing dude torsos. I think I was trying to imagine how he'd look muscle wise since he wouldn't not have muscles. He works closely with big dangerous dragons, he needs to be able to hold his own. But I honestly believe that a prince like him wouldn't care to cut his muscles, he needs the fat to help protect his organs. And there's nothing wrong with being a bigger strong guy, not every strong guy has to be defined like a body builder.

Also Sylvia being shy seeing him shirtless lol.

Again, really obsessed with drawing Eluard. I already felt pretty solid on how Sylvia looked, so I was really focused on getting his characteristics down.

In the upper left corner is Eluard with his curse starting to flair up. He gets scales coming from his pores, claws, and his pupils change shape. He gets really defensive in this state because he's afraid he might hurt someone while he's in it because he knows first hand how dangerous dragons can be.

Speaking of that, in the upper right picture is after a particularly rough fight with a dragon. Eluard isn't phased by pain, at least that's what he wants people to think because he hates it when people worry about him. Idk something about independence i guess.

In the bottom left, Eluard is hugging his drake. I was giving the drake's design another try but gave up. Also emphasizing how close the two are because I imagine dragons don't enjoy hugs and stuff because it can come off as a dominating action.

The bottom right is a little doodle of Eluard defending Sylvia from something. I don't know what, but something.

This is the first look at Eluard's estranged twin. I wanted him to really lean into the whole dragon thing and use it as an excuse to be wild and not take responsibility for his destructive tantrums. It's kind of cut off but he's saying "Y'know, if I wasn't disowned you'd be betrothed to me."

The Sylvia next to him is her reaction to him. I don't know why I gave her a Padme Amadala looking fit, but there she is. In response to Eluard's twin she said, "Aren't we glad that never happened."

In the bottom right corner there's a little doodle of Eluard and Sylvia dancing. Probably in the garden after Sylvia's meltdown when they hear a song they both like. Just very fun and enjoying each other's presence for the first time without fear of judgment. Also wanted to once again highlight their height difference. Sylvia's like 5'4 and Eluard's around 6'2.

Also another attempt at the bison drake. Literal nightmare fuel, he looks peeled.

Last but not least, a little comic thing I made about the twin crashing Sylvia's party. I really like the twin's design, but hated drawing all the scales. It's hard to decide where they should end on the skin because I don't want them to cover everything but I want it to kind of act like an armor. Also fun wings, spiky. I had fun drawing this, I like the contrast in how the brothers look at one another. Eluard with fear and surprise while the twin (he still doesn't have a name yet) looks excited. Ooo, the tension!

But, in the end, this is an unfinished idea. I have so many other doodles in notebook margins that I can't find, these were just the big ones. I'm honestly not married to any of the names, the only reason I kept them is because those were the names I used in the original 2017 story. I'm open to any suggestions you may have. And if you made it this far, kudos! I know I wouldn't have lol. If you have any questions or comments about this, please let me know!

[roalinda]

sadie!! gimme ur thoughts on snily, drarry, and harrymort/tomarry pls 👀

Pen, you just made me open a google doc because no way I can type my brutally honest opinion online with a constant fear of tumblr devouring it. xD

Snily

In all honesty, I'm neutral towards this ship if you ask me whether I personally like it or not. let me rant a bit on the whole thing. 

Important: I am neither a Snape fan nor his hater. To me, like most Harry Potter characters, he has a grey personality.

There are several things that I want to mention beforehand: 

1.Snape was the one who introduced and explained magic to Lily. 

2. Snape had been a close friend of hers since childhood. 

3. Snape had inferiority issues towards rich purebloods despite being in Slytherin which makes him jumpy and agitated at least until properly joining their circle who later became death eaters.

I am a jily fan, but in all honesty, pairing-wise, we have more information on snily, their background and their interactions. Although still not that much, we do know since when their friendship started and how and why it ended, plus some pieces here and there. It is my unpopular opinion, but a friendship this close won't absolutely end by an offensive gesture/word. There may be cold distance and ignorance, even cutting one from the other's life for a long period of time, but the whole thing of being completely cut off from a friend's life like that is a bit of a foreign notion to me. Sure, being called a mudblood is humiliating and embarrassing, specially in front of some rich pureblood boys ( doesn't matter if James or Sirius didn't agree, it still was humiliating ), but like I said, despite Lily showing cold anger at him at that moment, cutting him off completely is a bit strange to me because when you are friends with someone from childhood, you know what will make them angry ( which in this case the trigger was James), also it was Snape who had introduced Lily to the magical world she belonged to ( she would have received her letter, yes, but being comfortable with it and sharing the experience with a friend who had a magical BG before attending Hogwarts must have been quit an interesting ride). I have to admit, the whole lake thing must have been really humiliating for Lily though, specially in front of the whole school ( we saw how Hermione reacted and that was only in front of the Slytherin quidditch team ), plus she must have felt betrayed by his friend, in front of James Potter who she didn't like at that time and was defending Snape against. 

I am 100% sure she grieved his friendship, you just can't lose something like this without a sentimental loss. But I also think Lily was a logical girl who knew that their values and morals would clash someday. 

All in all, I think snily doesn't work as a romantic couple. Clearly Snape was in love with Lily, it's canon and I am not going to lie, that  ' Always ' line in his conversation with Dumbledore had a strong emotional impact on me ( Add Alan Rickman's splendid job and it turned into real something). But I believe that despite Snape's genius and talent, Lily would not click romantically with him.

Friends? I'm in. 

Drarry

A popular classic enemies to lovers trope couple which is way too overrated in my humble opinion. It is too plain and doesn't have any real fire. Most things that Drarry fandom have based have their romance on are quite normal in a plot. Like Draco not giving Harry away in the Malfoy mansion or Harry freaking out when he hit Draco with that spell ( which I have problems spelling it xD ) in the sixth year. It is normal to freak out when you see you have nearly killed someone by a spell you thought it was harmless. ( and be Harry - the always trying to be a noble Gryffindor and not a shrewd Slytherin that the sorting hat had decided on - Potter at the same time)

Then again, it is a fandom thing. It is the matter of taste. Personally I think of it as a duh pairing which I use whenever I need Harry to be with someone in my prongsfoot works. 

Harrymort/tomarry

Important: I am a shallow hoe. That being said, let's proceed.

This pairing is complicated in a way that is not normal enemies to lovers trope, it's a shrewd merciless enemy vs. an unwilling hero to lovers trope. It's the kind that thousands of creators can create works for it but only one would work correctly without breaking the characters and unbalancing them. 

I have read some works on this pairing and with respect to the authors, hated most of them. The way they turn Harry into a defenceless damsel in distress is something I don't like at all and out of character. This pairing has the potential of both age gap and a unique enemies to lovers trope and it's sad to see it ruined in most cases. 

Now to the shallow matter: I prefer tomarry to Harrymort. Why? Cause Tom used to be handsome and evil in one go. Time travel fics for this couple is such a nice treat. 

[starlit-dreaming]

À Toi, Qui J'adore [1/2]

Fandom: MLB Main Ship: MarcNath Minor Ship: MarcMari (implied), NathMari (one-sided) TL;DR: Trans Marc, Gay Marc, Pansexual Nathaniel, Nonbinary Alix

CW: Minor Transphobia, Dead Names are used (once)

HIGHLY RECOMMENDED to read the MAIN FIC!

This can be read as a standalone, but the purpose of this fic is to add more to the relationships between characters that I likely won't be able to write into the main fic.

Main Fic: élémentaire 0 | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

Side Fics: J'adore — [1/2] | 2/2

Summary:

It started off as love poems. And then, it became unsent love letters. He always wrote about him, him and the girl he loved. A girl who could never be Marc, a love that could never be his. //A series of snippets regarding Marc Anciel's friendships and his developing relationship with Nathaniel

A/N: I didn’t want to think about the main fic and ended up procrastinating by zeroing in on the side details LOL

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À Toi, Qui J'adore (To You, Who I Adore) [1/2]

【Faction Méticuleuse】

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Roses are red, Violets are a little blue, The smile on your face, Just makes me adore you.

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“Is everything alright?”

The sudden voice — familiar, mezzo-soprano tone, kind and almost concerned — startles him, and he abruptly slams his notebook shut. He jolts, head whipping up to look at the clearest sky blue eyes he’s ever seen, with the smoothest looking black hair that glimmers beneath the white school lights. She still looks concerned, her brows a little pinched, but her smile is warm and inviting. Faintly, she smells like — baked goods, cookies, bread.

Every student among Notre Dame’s Elite Elementary would know who she is the second they see her, and he’s no exception to that. If anything, he’s surprised to see her standing in the same area as him as is.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng, the Miracle Princess.

“Huh?” he asks, once, rather dumbly, because surely he was seeing things, right?

Right?

“Uh…” he blinks, realizing that this was, in fact, not some sort of daydream or a fanfiction he’s written.

This… was very unexpected.

“Um…” and it’s then, that it fully sinks in that she had just asked him a question, and he was being so rude to ignore it. His grandparents would be upset with him for ignoring someone! “Oh!” his cheeks heated up, practically hugging his journal to his chest. “I-I’m fine…” he stammered, eyes shifting to the side. “I was just… really focused. I guess.”

“Yeah?” Marinette’s smile seemed to widen at that, if it were possible. “What were you writing about, if you don’t mind me asking?” she asked, sounding genuinely interested.

Thinking about the poems only made him feel more embarrassed than anything. He never wants to show it to anyone, especially Marinette. How would she react, knowing that he was just sitting alone by the stairwell writing about one of her closest friends?

“J-just… um, poems,” he admits. He wasn’t going to lie, but she definitely didn’t need to know what about.

“Hmm…” Marinette hummed, seeming to search for something as she stares at his face before softening with a gentle, understanding smile. “That’s great. I’d love to read it someday. Do you have a favourite author?”

It’s at this moment, as relief blooms in his chest, that he smiles.

Because for once, he really did feel seen.

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He wouldn’t consider Marinette to be a friend, especially in comparison with the countless people in her life. However, she was a friendly acquaintance, and the closest schoolmate he has because everyone else only speaks to him when it came to classwork and answers to the homework.

The rumours about Marinette exaggerated parts of her and downplayed others, but overall, they were right. She was nice, and kind, and sweet, but she was more than that. Marinette got angry and frustrated at times — she once got into an angry rant about teachers picking shy students and calling them out just because they stammered a lot when he mentioned Monsieur Caron telling him to speak louder multiple times. Sometimes she was really intense when she talked about embroidery and designing, and he would get lost in her creative ramblings about fashion.

Don’t get him wrong, it was fascinating to learn about fashion and the process of embroidering and creating clothes from cloth and strings. It’s just that… it was also sometimes a bit confusing, and there were a lot of terms that he had to write down to look up in a dictionary later.

Still, not a lot of people liked talking to him, and Marinette would often go out of her way once a week or two, so it was a welcomed change. She would smile at him in passing and wave at him.

It was… nice, he had to admit.

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Everyone treats me like a mouse, Because I’m small and quiet. But you smile and nod at me, And you make me feel inspired.

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His mère and père had both sat him down, both of them smiling awkwardly as they tried to look reassuring. He knows that they love him, and they start the conversation off with that reassuring statement.

“We love you,” his père — tenor, gentle, and almost amused, yet awkward — stated, placing a hand over his. “And we will always support you, Marcie.”

“Marcille, is there anything you want to tell us?” his mère — alto, stiff, and even more awkward — abruptly prompted.

Frankly speaking, he felt that this was a bit… random. And sudden. Very sudden.

“What?” he blinked, feeling somewhat bewildered.

“Well… your mère and I, we realized that perhaps… we haven’t made it very clear,” his père wryly smiled. “You will always be our child, and we will always love and care about you. It’s okay if you like girls, too, or if you only like girls.”

“I still think you should wait until you’re older to be thinking about relationships,” his mère firmly stated, but her eyes soften as she looks at him. “But your father is correct. You’re allowed to like girls, too.”

“Um… sure,” he blinked, still feeling very much confused.

“The Dupain-Cheng’s daughter is very kind, and I’ve performed at many events they’ve catered to, in case you ever want to tag along and spend time with her at these events,” his père added, giving him what appeared to be a knowing look. “And just so we’re clear, your mère and I both approve.”

“Um… okay…?”

(It won’t be until years later, long after figuring out that he was a boy, that he realizes what his parents were implying during their little Reassurance Talk.)

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I like the name Mars, And we never really talk. You’re always nearby her, Like a key and lock.

[The rest of the words are scribbled out.]

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He’s not sure how he didn’t notice it sooner, as months pass on by. It’s only after he happens to see Marinette again in the park nearby the Dupain-Cheng bakery.

She’s talking to someone sitting beside her, her sketchbook in her lap as her eyes lit up like clear blue skies. And he can’t help but smile, raising his hand and just about to call out to her when he catches sight of dyed reddish-orange hair. Familiar reddish-orange hair.

Slowly, his hand falls to his side, and he stares at the duo sitting on the bench.

‘Oh,’ he thinks. He could see it clearly, the way Nathaniel looked at her with soft eyes and pink cheeks.

Nathaniel has a crush on Marinette, that was obvious.

She was amazing, after all.

He… doesn’t like that.

‘Oh.’

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It doesn’t make sense, Marnie thought, face red as Nathan tugs her hand, pulling it up to give it a kiss. She stared, surprised by it all. He had no reason to speak to her — she didn’t personally know him, she didn’t know any of his friends, and—

“May I have this dance?” he asks, looking up at her with twinkling turquoise orbs.

—and, he sounded exactly like Nate, the commoner painter.

[The bottom half of the page has been ripped out.]

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Marinette was one of the most amazing people Marc knows, so it comes to no surprise that she was popular and well-liked.

She was the sunshine after long days of rain, the rain after long days of drought. Her positivity was infectious, and her smiles were heart-warming. With such a vibrant and bright personality, how could Nathaniel not fall for her?

It wasn’t her fault that he was feeling this way.

Marc knew that.

Marinette wasn’t at fault for being so lovable and kind. It wasn’t her fault that Nathaniel’s eyes would always linger on her longer than anyone else. He shouldn’t blame her for having his attention because they were both just friends and Marc hardly even knows Nathaniel, much less spoke to him outside partnered classwork. It’s not her fault that he feels so jealous of her. It’s not her fault, and it’s not her fault that she doesn’t even know how lucky she is.

Even so, it does hurt. Marinette talks of finding true love, and her eyes will always trail over to Félix if he’s ever in the same vicinity. And then, that ugly and bitter feeling rises up and he has to bite his tongue.

Because it’s not her fault that Nathaniel likes her, and that she likes someone else.

Just as it’s not her fault that Marc likes Nathaniel.

So… that’s that.

(And it feels infinitely worse, because in the comfort of his room, as he writes in his journal, the truth is that he does blame her. He hates that she’s yearning for something more when Nathaniel is always there for her. It’s a comfort that at least she likes Félix, because then, he can allow himself to hope.

He’s not sure if he can bring himself to talk to her if she were to ever turn around and reciprocate Nathaniel’s feelings.)

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With a smile as bright as the sun, You envelop me in warmth. Everything you do catches my eyes, like a brilliant star, high up from the north.

Your hair reminds me of autumn leaves, Steady, red to brown, brown to red. And your laughs are brilliant and bright, Oh, there are so many things better left unsaid.

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“Are you ever going to tell him?” Marc asks her, one day, months after coming to terms that his feelings might never be returned and he’ll forever be stuck pining.

It’s a bit out of the blue, and Marc’s cheeks redden at the surprise on Marinette’s face as she stares at him in silence for a minute or two.

“Your crush, I mean,” he clarifies.

It was something of an open secret, really. Everyone in Méticuleuse and Fondamentaux knew that Marinette and Félix had something going on, but everyone held their breaths on it. He’s not sure if it’s because Bridgette Canh, one of the Quantic Kids, had a very obvious crush on Félix and was very much jealous of Marinette having his attention, or if Marinette wanted to feign ignorance because it would screw up the faction dynamics.

“What?” Marinette asked, almost dumbfounded that he would ask her that outright.

“I just… are you?” he hesitated. “Are you, um… ever going to tell him?”

“Why would I?” she asked, clearly confused by his question. Or maybe she was surprised that he even thought to ask. “He doesn’t even like me.”

Which, he admits, was most likely true. Félix never seemed to care about Marinette apart from business-type situations. From what he’s seen and heard of their interactions, Félix didn’t actually care about her, but he was nice to her for his benefit and/or to annoy Chloé.

Marc couldn’t even disagree to try and cheer her up on that.

“Oh! Are you planning on telling Nath, then?” Marinette asked curiously, eyes sparkling with interest and excitement. One of the things that came up in their past conversations was the topic of love. Marc was more interested in comic and heroes, but Marinette gets starry-eyed about soulmates and finding soulmates. She adored fairytales of princesses and princes, which doesn’t really come as a surprise.

“Wh-what?!” Was it obvious?

“Don’t worry, only me and Rose know — she was the one who noticed it,” she sheepishly explained, rubbing the back of her neck. “I wouldn’t have picked up on it if she hadn’t asked me about it a few weeks ago.”

That… was mortifying, Marc thought. It was a relief that nobody else seemed to know, at least. The fewer people who know, the better.

How did Rose figure it out, anyway? He’s never spoken to her, either!

“N-no, I don’t really… want to,” he weakly says, wincing as he remembers the countless times he’s caught Nathaniel looking at Marinette with blushing red cheeks. A confession from him to Nathaniel wouldn’t really bode well for him. Not right now, anyway.

She didn’t look too surprised, seeming to expect his answer to be what it is and accepting all of what it entails.

“For what it’s worth,” she softly said. “I hope that things will work out for you.”

“You too,” Marc quietly nodded, finding it really hard to look at her at this moment.

She really didn’t know, despite being really socially aware.

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Sometimes I hate you, I hate how I feel— I hate—why— Why can’t these feelings go away? Why did you have to be my friend?

[The rest of the page is harshly scribbled out.]

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The only times that he ever meets Marinette outside school in the rare moments she hangs out with him are during events that her family happens to cater at.

One time in particular, it was a charity gala held by Chloé’s father, the Dupain-Cheng’s Patisserie were the caterers, and his father was a musician for the event. His mother was off to speak to a few of her clients and coworkers, and Marc was left to interact with the other few children at the event, most being people he recognized from school.

Félix was there, standing by his father’s side as he smiled politely at every person his father spoke to. Nathaniel was hanging out with Alix, Marinette, and Rose, looking rather awkward and out of place as Rose and Marinette seemed to have a rather animated conversation. Alix rolled her eyes, crossing her arms and practically glaring at the floor in a cutesy blue dress that matches her eyes, but nothing of her fiery personality.

Marc could understand how she felt — Alix in a dress was odd and out of place with what he knew of her. He didn’t care much for dresses, and he was fine wearing skirts, but his parents never had an issue with him wearing slacks and a blouse.

“Mars!”

It was still weird to know that Marinette of all people had given him a nickname, but it was infinitely better than Marcie as his parents so often use. He loves them, but sometimes he hates how girly his nicknames would get. Mars was nice, and it was more commonly used by their peers after Marinette started calling him that.

Marinette approached him in a cute pink dress with white lace lining the bottom of the skirt length and her sleeves, her hair braided and wrapped around her head, strands of hair framing her face.

“Hi,” he meekly responded, face heating up as Nathaniel glanced over in his direction.

“You look great,” Marinette smiled. “I love the blouse.”

“Y-you think…?” he nervously smiled. “I was a bit worried, since everyone always wear a dress…”

“Ugh, lucky!” Alix groaned. “If I could wear pants, I would.”

Marc stared at Alix, surprised that she would actually speak to him. In his momentary distraction, he didn’t realize that the girls had tagged along with Marinette and Nathaniel.

“W-why didn’t you?” he tilted his head.

“Cause the old hag’s here,” Alix huffed, jerking a finger at the group of socializing elderly.

“Alix,” Marinette huffed, almost disapprovingly.

“It’s true,” Alix wrinkled her nose. “I wish my dad was the one attending these events because he doesn’t care about me wearing dresses.”

“Alixandria, darling,” an old woman had called out, waving them over. “Come over here, won’t you?”

Alix had done a complete 180 — her posture straightened, no longer slouching, and a polite smile formed on her face despite the previous blatant displeasure as she turned around.

“Coming, grandmother,” Alix politely replied, walking over to the older folks to stand by her grandmother’s side. Alix was the very model of a polite granddaughter.

“Her grandma’s very traditional,” Rose giggled, surprising Marc as he whirled around to see the blonde dressed in a pink dress with a tulle skirt, rose embroideries were etched on the top. She had on a floral headband, her long blonde hair glimmering beneath the lights. “My name is Rose Lavillant! It’s nice to finally meet another friend of Marinette’s. I’ve heard so much about you! Would it be okay if I called you Mars, too?”

“Oh… um. Sure?”

Rose was very… vibrant. And friendly. She smiled a lot, she asked a lot of questions, nodding along to show she was still listening.

It was very overwhelming, more than when he first spoke to Marinette.

Rose eased up, eventually, seeming to notice his discomfort several minutes into their conversation. Almost as abruptly as she had appeared, she practically gushed as the song changes, eyes glimmering bright beneath the lights.

“Do you like to dance, Mars?” she asked.

“I’m… not much of a dancer,” he awkwardly admits.

“That’s a pity, but it’s okay,” Rose said, nodding in understanding, looking over to Marinette. “Are you in the mood for a dance, Nettie?”

Marinette looked amused for a moment as she smiled, “Sure, I could go for a dance.”

“Great!” Rose beamed, peering around Marinette to look at Nathaniel who was taking a sip of his drink. “Nath, this is Mars. Mars, meet our friend Nath. Marinette and I are gonna go dance now!”

And with that, Rose cheerfully takes Marinette’s hand, the two of them heading off towards the damn floor.

Nathaniel looked at Rose as if he were a deer in the headlights, slowly turning to look over to him in silence. Marc wasn’t sure if Rose was being nice, or if she wanted to make things awkward for him, or if she just genuinely didn’t realize what the situation she had just created for him.

They both stand there, awkward.

Neither of them say a word, and Marc watches the two dancing among others.

The night is a blur of sparkling lights with people sparkling just as bright. Dresses twirling, others laughing in fake tones amidst idle chatter, and the steady rhythm of the music. A glance to his side tells him more than enough, because Nathaniel stares at Marinette who was dressed like a princess straight from a fairytale.

When the duo returns from their dancing, Rose seems a bit disappointed and Marinette wryly smiles, yet she stays silent on the matter.

And Marc… feels very out of place here.

(In the end, nothing changes.)

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“I think I love you,” Marnie admits in the night sky, beneath the bright moon and the twinkling stars.

“I love you, too,” Nathan said, grasping her hand and pulling her closer to him.

[The rest of the page is blank.]

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Like seasons come and go, Marc’s feelings finally fade into a near unnoticeable simmer. His mother gets a promotion, so they move to a different school district, and he transfers to another private school where nobody knows him.

He still sees Marinette every once in a while at parties his parents play at, but none of the others except for Alix.

And then, Méticuleuse is disbanded.

And then… nothing.

He doesn’t hear much of it in the months after, he’s not even informed right away. Marinette acts the same as ever, with passion in her eyes and excitement over fashion. She still calls him a friend, and they still talk whenever they see one another, and he’s grateful for it.

It’s everyone else who acts differently, but he’s not sure why.

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He figures out that he’s a boy. His parents don’t really understand it, but they still love and support him.

Marinette was still the same person she’s always been, even if everyone says that she’s so much more different. Maybe it was because he was now an outsider looking in, someone uninvolved ever since he stopped being a Notre Dame student.

From what he can see, Marinette is still vibrant, but only a bit more subdued. He thinks that maybe she would be happier if she was still a faction leader, but he bites his tongue, because she lights up when she talks about finding her prince charming and the world is a little more colourful from how she blooms. She wants to fall in love with a guy who treats her kindly, a boy who completes her — whatever that means.

But sometimes, sometimes it’s hard for him to talk to her. To understand her. Because she asks him if he still likes Nathaniel and he will smile, and she’ll look at him as if he’s hiding things from her. She hates liars, but she won’t confirm or deny if she knows it.

He doesn’t tell her that Nathaniel still likes her, in the instances he catches a glimpse of them whenever he does.

So, he tells her: not anymore.

(It feels like a lie.)

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Everything is complicated. Am I a bad friend for saying nothing? I don’t like him anymore, but saying that I don’t feels like such a lie. I hate this.

Am I lying? I don’t think I am.

Why am I like this?

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Collège Françoise Dupont is his next school when he moves onto sixième. It was the best collège in the school district, and it was right across from the Dupain-Cheng bakery.

Seeing everyone again was… very jarring. It was almost as if Le Jardin never existed, as Marinette opted for being a loner than anything else due to Chloé’s tyrannical tendencies. Nino and Nathaniel seemed more withdrawn, Alix was more uncaring and indifferent, and Rose kept to herself with Juleka always at her side.

Fortunately, he’s able to avoid all of that by being in a separate class.

He’s in the same class as Claude Sainté-Pierre, his class president, who was more known as Félix’s second-in-charge. It was a strange normality, with Claude who was open like clear blue skies and as cheerful as sunshine — his outgoing nature was very overwhelming.

But, even more surprisingly, is Bridgette Canh.

Oftentimes, she’ll poke her head into the classroom once school lets out, donning a uniform that belonged to a more specialized private school, with her now longer hair tied up in braids. Her school lets out a half hour earlier than Dupont, and she deliberately goes out of her way to wait for Claude just so they could walk home together. As months pass, they start holding hands together when they walk home, with bright smiles and red cheeks.

(From a distance, it’s easy to mistake Bridgette’s silhouette for Marinette’s, and thankfully, the braids and uniform made it obvious who was who without a second thought.)

Everyone always assumed that Bridgette and Félix would end up together.

But they didn’t.

Instead, Bridgette moved on.

Still, two of the friendliest people, with a sunny disposition? Two halves of the same coin placed together, with similar views and values? Maybe that was why, when Marinette talks to him about Adrien, about how he’s kind and sweet and open-minded, he thinks that maybe she’ll be happy like how she’s always wanted to be.

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Being a victim of Papillon is worse than what he expected.

Marinette apologizing in the aftermath is… well, he’s not okay, but she’s still one of his only friends. He was mortified and humiliated, and it broke his heart to have Nathaniel react that way to his work — he’ll never be able to forget that experience.

Nathaniel apologizing? That helped, but he still can’t stop thinking that their comic collaboration was a pitying gesture. Did Nathaniel actually enjoy working together with him? Was he actually having fun brainstorming ideas and comic book plots? Or was it all Marc’s imagination, for thinking that Nathaniel would ever want any part of Marc’s life?

His therapist suggests he continues writing out his thoughts. They say that perhaps if he spent more time with Nathaniel, he would be able to have a better understanding of him as a person rather than someone he’s placed on a pedestal for so long.

And he… doesn’t really know what he wants anymore.

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I’m not sure what to feel. I’m happy that I became friends with Nathaniel through this, but I still wish that there could’ve been another way to go about this then what Marinette did. I know that she’s apologized, and that it wasn’t entirely her fault since Nathaniel had a misunderstanding.

Am I petty for still being just a little upset…?

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Alix Kubdel was always a friend of a friend — Marinette and Nathaniel’s friend, but not his. That’s not to say that they almost never talk to each other, but some part of him will never feel comfortable with her.

“Are you ever going to tell them?”

Marc flinched at the question, whirling around to stare at Alix with wide eyes. They were both inside the art clubroom; Alix shaking a spray paint can in front of a large canvas, and him waiting for Nathaniel to show up.

“T-tell who—what—uh,” Marc stammered.

“Marc,” Alix shot him a flat look. “I know.”

“…oh.” Well, that’s mortifying.

“Not that there’s anything wrong with that,” Alix awkwardly stated, quickly backtracking. “I mean, I personally don’t get it, but it’s whatever. You do you and all that.”

“…”

“Look, we may not be friends, but we’re both friends with Marinette and Nathaniel,” Alix continued nonchalantly. “Now, I’m not Rose, but I’d like to think that I’m pretty decent at reading people. Are you worried about your friendship with them, if you confessed?”

He doesn’t say anything, looking away from her. Silence was enough of an answer.

“For what it’s worth, nobody’s gonna judge you,” Alix said, trying to be reassuring. “Nath would understand; hell, I think we all do. I’d probably be down to date Marinette too, if I didn’t think dating was a hassle and annoying.”

“What?” Marc blinked, dumbfounded. What’d she just say?

“If she doesn’t feel the same, she’ll at least let you down easy and still treat you like a friend; Nath and Nino would understand and they would be better to talk to about that since they both had a crush on her before. I know that she’s obsessed with Adrien right now, but I bet if you made her aware of your feelings, it might make her stop to think it over.”

“You… you think I want to date Marinette…?”

“I mean, practically half the people in Méticuleuse do,” Alix shrugged. “No shame in that. Apparently, a lot of girls figured out that they were either bisexual or just really into girls cause of Marinette, y’know? Oh, but Juleka and Rose aren’t a part of that, though, but that’s a whole other story.”

“Alix, I don’t like Marinette like that,” Marc covered his face.

“What? No way,” Alix blinked, looking at him with confusion written all over their face. “You really mean that there’s nothing going on between you two? Not even a little bit?”

“No, she’s just a friend.” Part of him didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He thought it was mortifying, but now he’s just not sure what to think. If Alix thought something was going on, then did that mean everyone else thought so too? “I like redheads more.”

At his admittance, Alix seemed to be going through quite a range of emotions. At first she stared at him, a bit stumped, a bit confused. Gradually, it shifted to confusion, a raised brow and a questioning tilt of her head. Something analytical, observing him as if he had the answer written plainly on his face, before her nose scrunches up. Clearly, she reached a conclusion that she didn’t like much, but then, a thoughtful look of consideration popped up.

She taps her chin, “Uh… redheads? Are we talking about genuine redheads? Maybe with, like… glasses, goggles, or something?”

Marc tries to shove away the image of Nathaniel in glasses.

What was this? What has his life turned to?

“…do I have to answer?”

“Uh, no, scratch that, I don’t actually want to know,” Alix wryly stated. “Uh… does Marinette know? About this whole… thing,” she gestured to… all of him, basically, which. Great. He was really feeling the support here.

Not.

“Because I’m not gonna lie,” Alix continued, after a moment of silence. “It’s a bit unexpected for a crush. Not that there’s anything wrong with it.”

“Yes. She knows,” he gritted his teeth, his face burning from the mortification. He was lucky that Papillon already victimized someone earlier that day, otherwise Marc might be well on his way to being one of the emotionally embarrassing victims at this rate. He really wasn’t in the mood for having his feelings out on display for the news and the Ladyblog’s audience.

“And she uh, she thinks it’s a good idea?”

He shot her a withering look, to which Alix immediately puts her hands up to try to wordlessly placate him, which personally feels very mocking at this moment.

“No judgment,” Alix slowly said, like a complete liar. “I thought maybe you’d be more into someone more… artsy…” she mumbled, more to herself than anything. “Which was why I thought it was Marinette.”

“They’re plenty artsy,” he shot back, feeling offended that Alix thought that of Nathaniel.

“What? No way,” Alix paused. “Actually, maybe? I don’t know, Marc…” she gave him what seemed to be a pitying glance. “Ondine and Kim have been dating for a while now… I don’t think they’d be open to polyamory, but I guess there’s always a possibility, but still…”

“Ondine? You think I like Ondine?” Marc asked, eyes wide. How could she think that?

“No judgment,” Alix quickly reiterated.

“Alix, please, I’m gay,” Marc groaned, covering his face once again as he slumps over in his seat, willing the table to just end him here and now. “Now can we please stop talking about this?”

“Stop talking about what?” Nathaniel asked, walking into the classroom at that exact moment.

“Marc’s just embarrassed because I keep teasing him,” Alix shrugged, looking back at the blank canvas as they resumed shaking the spray paint can. “Remember Claude? He’s the class prez for Mendeliev’s class.”

That was a quick excuse. No wonder Marinette tasked her with distraction back in their faction days. She didn’t have to lie, but Marc was thankful nevertheless.

“Sainté-Pierre?” Nathaniel raised a brow, looking back and forth between him and Alix. Marc refused to lift his head off the table.

“The one and only,” Alix nodded, sounding incredibly bored. “Hang on a sec, gotta open the windows before I start painting, otherwise Monsieur Lumiere’s gonna ban the spray paint again,” she muttered, quickly getting up to slam the windows open. “Anyway, Marc and I were talking about Claude and Bridgette. We both thought Claude totally had the hots for Félix.”

Well, he didn’t, but now that Alix brought it up, maybe that was why he was so surprised about Claude and Bridgette?

He looked up at her, and Alix simply raised a brow at him.

“Anyway, he was getting embarrassed because of a little hand holding between Claude and Bridge,” Alix stuck her tongue out at him, and Marc groaned, letting his head hit the table once again. He can’t really refute it, otherwise the lie would get unraveled “They’re both so lovey-dovey and clingy with each other. I’m happy for them, but it’s a little cringey.”

“I-it’s not cringey, it’s romantic!” Marc grumbled out in a protest.

“Right…” Alix drawled, looking at him skeptically. “You’re better off having that kinda conversation with Rose.”

“Hmm,” Nathaniel hummed in thought. “Personally, I agree with Marc. It’s cute how they always gravitate towards each other, but Claude was super close to Félix.”

“Sure, whatever,” Alix waved her hand dismissively. “Anyways…”

And just like that, the conversation moves on.

It’s only hours later, when the sun begins to set and Alix had left ages ago. They leave when Monsieur Lumiere comes by to lock up his classroom, and by then there’s barely anyone in the school. He could hear the sporty students cheering in the distance, see a few students leaving the library.

Walking side by side with Nathaniel, he finds himself eyeing the distance between their hands. If he reached out, their fingers would brush against the other…

…how would Nathaniel react?

[mybatimblog]

You are entitled to your opinion— I am not trying to offend but you must admit there’s REASONS for these choices. I don’t know when this was posted either, so I’m not sure how much content was out when this post was made, but here’s some thoughts

(I hope I don’t come off as rude it’s not my intention)

Buddy Lewek is a nobody in his own book— but in the context of the story , he is not. Just say you didn’t like the book. (The book was good.) he’s a poor teenager cared for by no one but his mother. He is not someone who would be missed. And that’s tragic. And that’s the point.

The fact it was Buddy, a naive and vulnerable teenager is IMPACTFUL because it shows Joey was willing to hurt essentially anyone in order to get what he wants. This points us towards the testing we hear about in Dark Revival, where Gent was experimenting on people too poor to say no to the money. (This is in the audio tape voiced by SHB)

Wally would have been a great Boris but he was not as naive as Buddy. A little dumb sometimes, sure. But not naive. I don’t think he would’ve fallen for whatever trick Joey would pull to get him in the machine. Also, we used to think he was a Boris because he was associated with Thomas too, but that connection is not as strong as it was theorized to be.

As for Bendy, I think it’s much more impactful that the ink demon is the product of others treating it like a monster. It was born soulless and “wrong,” but mostly just paced around its enclosure. Until everyone else started treating it like a monster, so it became one. A soul does not make something perfect (Susie being proof). It was created for the wrong reasons (greed rather than love of the craft)

The creation of a beast and then the rejection from its creator— it’s all very Frankenstein, Yknow? And the game devs already use Frankenstein inspiration in other parts of the game, so I think it fits. Henry created Bendy, not Joey, and so having it be separate from Joey allows room for Henry to grief over his suffering creation.

Joey being the ink demon couldn’t have worked because… well… SOMEONE had to send Henry the letter! And he certainly didn’t have a canon partner or secretary at the time to do so. It just feels way too easy for him to be the ink demon.

Also… what happens in the machine IS real, that’s why it can change if left alone long enough. Just because it has a few sets of consistent events every cycle doesn’t mean it’s not “real”. If it wasn’t real, then all of BATDR should not have happened. BATDR is filled with the memories of people and then actual people— we know this because Wilson was able to enter it.

The truth is, whether it’s real or not is still a theory in and of itself. It is an alternate dimension that IS affected by time (you can tell by how much worse the studio looks in BATDR than BATIM and by the fact the Ink Demon has obviously evolved) but the cycle loops around again and again. Just because he has some pre set “canon events” does not mean they are not real. It just means there is a puppet master. Joey’s notebook.

Anyway rant over thanks for ur time

Okay so am I the only one who preferred all the theories about Bendy And The Ink Machine rather than what we got in the end?

Like the theories about Bendy being an actual demon Joey summoned or Joey himself being The Ink Demon is far more interesting than "Oh yeah it's basically a never ending loop and none of it is actually real it's either within in The Ink Machine or Joey retelling the story over and over and over again" like that's fucking boring that's entirely boring

I also think it's stupid to never have Henry become good Bendy because it would've worked so well with Joey being The Ink Demon it would be good Bendy aka Henry Stein the true creator of Bendy vs. The Ink Demon aka Joey Drew the one that cared about nothing but lining his pockets

Also lemme say that I also think it's stupid that the Boris we meet at the end of chapter 2 and get to know in chapter 3 and then have to fight in chapter 4 is basically some nobody who was introduced in some stupid spin-off book I think it would've been so much more impactful if that Boris was Wally Franks and it would be a good parallel to Thomas Connor as the Boris who's with Allison

[rommahh]

{Girlfriend in the pit}

The fans loved when you joined them In the pit. It made the energy level fly off the wall. You danced and shimmied and screamed along with all of the fans. You always remembered to keep one of your reusable grocery bags folded in your back pocket for the fans to put any posters, letters, flowers, etc that they wanted Harry to have.

You normally created chaos in the pit too. You would start chants like, “free the nips!” Just to get a reaction out of your boyfriend. The fans never took their attention away from Harry to bother you or fan over you because you acted just like them. You get super ecstatic when golden comes on and the lights drop, you cry and sob when he sings sott and falling, and you dance to tpwk and sunflower just like everyone else.

Harry loved watching you in the pit- alway making sure to look for you when he made his way around to the side of the stage you were on. He would sing directly to you or mock your little dances. It made him happy to see how involved you were in his life and career.

After show you would hug crying fans and take as many pictures as they wanted. Even though you weren’t Harry, you were the closest thing a lot of fans would get to him. So you sit around for a moment to listen to people’s stories about how Harry has saved them. Or listen to them rant about how happy they are to have come to the concert. You’d even hold and wipe the tears out of the eyes of those who were just being hit with post concert depression.

You knew what it was like to be a fan because you were a fan. Before you and Harry were a thing, you were merely just a fan- mind you this was during the era of one direction- who wanted nothing more than to support their favorite artist. You understood how hard it could be after concerts to understand what had just happens minutes prior. It’s hard to gather all of your feelings after they had just exploded from your body purely out of excitement.

When people finally started to wander out of the venue, a body guard would lead you backstage to Harry’s dressing room. Normally after shows you’d find Harry sitting on the couch in his dressing room crying or meditating to calm his adrenaline. He too was just like his fans where he became so overwhelmed that he exploded.

You’d go into his dressing room and pull his sweaty body to your lap to hold him tight. He’d cry about how amazing the show was or about the things he wished he did better. You’d grab the hand towel placed on the coffee table in front of you to dab the sweat and tears off of his face.

After he calmed down, he would still be sitting still in your lap, head cushioned by your thighs as you ran gentle fingers through his hair. You would listen to his labored breathing to make sure he didn’t need his inhaler- still a little shaken up by the show in Colorado.

Eventually he would quietly get up from your lap to change out of his tour outfit into comfier clothes. You would never disturb his silence knowing he’s quiet because he’s trying to get his thoughts in order.

Re-emerging from the bathroom dressed in his clothed, he’s give you a soft smile. He’s make a comment about how this show was the best show, even though he said that about every show. Still very quiet, he would allow for you to fill the silence.

“Harry you are doing a really amazing thing for your fans. I’ve never seen a group of people more in love with one human. And it’s not merely because your beautiful but more so that you’re a great person with this beautiful soul. You write music that resonates deep within people and it pulls them in.

I had so many beautiful fans tell me about how you saved them and how you make them feel good about themselves. I’ve never been prouder to be In love with someone who could do something like that.” You’d finish with a proud smile, his eyes welling with tears again. You stood to walk in front of him. Your arms clasped around his back, one arm behind his back the other moving to his head. You grasp the back of his head in one hands to cradle it to your neck.

He pulled away to look deeply in your eyes.

“I love you so much. I couldn’t have asked for a better partner who supports me and my life as much as you do. I couldn’t do this with out you.” He whispers with so much love you thought he was going to start crying again.

“I’m always going to be here for you because I need you. You didn’t just save them Harry, you’ve saved me more than you can imagine.”

[lo-frequency]

Hi I love your blogand your writinh so much it's so good!

Could I request a shoto/denki and toga x chubby reader (if you're not comfortable writing with toga you can just to denki and shoto) thanks!

Fortunately for you, anon, I did them all! (and it's kinda long, so my bad lol) Also, there's mention of insecurity in Toga's, but it quickly turns to fluff. As always, please enjoy!

Denki

-Believe it or not, Denki was nervous to confess to you because he was afraid of being rejected. You’re so cute and cool and that he was sure there’s no way you actually returned his feelings. It was worth a shot, tho. So imagine his joy when you said you felt the same way :)

-Rants about you all the time to his friends, to the point where they feel like they know you personally before you’ve even met. They also get to hear all the tmi stories about what the two of you do alone, because he can’t help himself (if they don’t walk away first, lol).

-He knew you looked squishy before, but couldn’t believe how soft your skin was when he finally got to hold you. It was almost unfair. He often finds himself caressing your skin mindlessly whenever you’re close together, hand always ghosting across your arm or hand (or your thigh ;) ).

-Lays back on you to play video games, his head cushioned by your pillowy chest and the rest of his body situated between your legs as you watch him play. Play in his hair or rub his arms and he will fall asleep. The tingly feeling he gets when cuddling with you is his favorite kind of electricity.

-Zaps your butt “by accident”

-Easily flustered, but he tries to play it off with his cool act. Just kiss his cheek or tell him he’s handsome and watch him ramble about knowing he’s “irresistible” until he flushes red up to his ears.

-Denki can be pretty corny at times but he does have his serious moments, mostly when you two are alone together. He shows you what’s beneath his goofy facade, a boy with dreams and aspirations just like everyone else. After seeing this side of him, it’s a little irritating to hear people reduce him to an idiot (although he does have his moments 💀)

-Them thighs tho 😏 “Dang babe, you been working out?” “Not really, Kaminari” He clucks his tongue. “Sheesh, imagine being that thicc...naturally” he says, shaking his head as if it were a shame.

-Truly believes he has the best s/o in the whole school. Does not take offense to being called a simp 🤷🏾‍♀️.

-Wasn’t aware of it at first, but became super attracted to people with your same body type. His eyes always lingered on them in public, and he couldn’t help but think they were kinda hot (sorry, y/n)

-Very affectionate, but loves to receive as much as give, so please give this man plenty of kithes and hugs, he gets the shakes if he doesn’t get his daily dose of Y/n love.

-Y’all are so silly together, always cracking jokes or giggling about something. You eventually develop a similar sense of humor, and have so many inside jokes people can’t decipher your conversation. If anybody has anything negative to say about y’all: Denki puts his hand over his earpiece and says to you (from right next to him) “Pikachu to Big Sexy, I’m picking up some negative vibes on the radar, do you copy?” And you, holding your hand up to your own ear, say “Affirmative, doing a diagnostic scan...it’s a hater, confirmed.” Cue the obnoxious laughter, lmaoo

-Never forgets the anniversaries or relationship milestones. He even remembers the date of yall’s first kiss, and thinks about it every time the date passes (although he wouldn’t tell you that tho, that would be too sappy, even for him).

Shoto

-The way you and Shoto became acquainted was a little unorthodox. You fell on him during a training session one day, and the feeling of your soft body pressed against his was a new experience for him, to put it mildly. Shoto stood up from it a changed man. Call it an awakening, if you will.

-You were a little put off by all his staring since that incident, thinking he didn’t like you despite all your profuse apologies. But after Izuku dropped hints that it was probably fascination rather than contempt, your relationship progressed smoothly from there (thanks mostly to your efforts, since Shoto had no clue how to approach you).

-Shoto still had a staring problem once y’all became official, too. Whenever you asked him what he was looking at, he was not ashamed to tell you exactly why: you are too fine not to stare (ok, maybe he didn’t say it exactly like that)

-Not overly affectionate in public, but has a tendency to always stand or sit close to you whenever he can. Just sharing the same space is intimate to him.

-Sharing a bowl of soba noodles 💕

-Buys you expensive gifts all the time, and loves to see you using them. Especially if it’s clothes, it’s like a piece of him is always with you even when you’re not together (plus, it shows you’re all his ;) ).

-Now, I’m gonna tell y’all a little secret. It’s pretty shocking, so be warned: Shoto sometimes pretends to be oblivious when you hint at wanting affection, just to make you beg for it. Maybe you brush your hand against his, and he moves it. Or maybe he saw you lean for a kiss and he casually turns the other way just to hear you complain. He likes it, makes him feel wanted.

-Devious, I know, but just get even 😏

-When y’all are alone, he loves when you hold him close and just sit there, peacefully enjoying each other’s presence. He also likes to lay on your lap while reading a book or watching tv with you, slowly nodding off as you comb your fingers through his hair.

-Obsessed with you, but not in an unhealthy way, it’s just that you’ve become such a big part of his life that he kinda...thinks about you all the time. Shoto is canonically not very talkative, but I think that with you, he’d open up more about his true thoughts and feelings. So when he shoots you that blank stare when his classmates are up to some bull, you know exactly what it means.

-Also revels in knowing you that well, too. He’d flex how much he knows about you to the other people and sometimes unintentionally embarrasses you in the process

-For example: “Here Y/n, a cherry popsicle just for you!” Shoto immediately hands you some napkins before adding “Y/n doesn’t usually eat cherry popsicles, they always drop the red juice on their clothes.” Like gee, good looking out Shoto...thanks for telling the whole class I can’t eat without messing up my clothes 💀. He’s sweet tho, he has good intentions.

Toga

-She made it very clear from the beginning that she liked you, and with how smitten she was, who were you to refuse her (aggressive) advances?

- She thought your plump figure was just so cute, one of the cutest things she’d ever seen, and she quickly developed an unhealthy obsession with squeezing your chub.

-When you two are together, Toga is always attached to you in some way, whether she’s hanging off your arm or has her arms looped around your shoulders.

-Starts to eat the same foods you eat, borrow your clothes all the time, listen to your favorite artists, whatever way she could become closer to you

-Writes you love letters or sends you cute text messages all the time, you’re always on her mind, even when she’s on missions. “My Y/n is wayy cuter than you! Let’s get this over quick so I go back to them, ok? 🥰 🔪🔪”

-I know y’all were waiting for this...she most definitely uses her quirk on you. Toga loves you so much, she wants to become you. So one day, you finally allow her to give it a try.

-She tells you to close your eyes, and when she gives you permission to open them, you find yourself staring...yourself in the face. And you do not like it 🤢. There’s something so strange about seeing yourself in 3rd person, in all dimensions. Is this how you look to her, all the time? You quickly lose interest in this little charade, looking everywhere but at yourself as Toga prances around doing sexy poses in your body and giggling. However, when she sees your reaction, she stops.

- “Hm? What’s wrong, Y/n?” she asks with a tilt of (your) her head. You glance at yourself, then look away again. “This is so weird. I don’t like looking at myself” you say, grimacing at the slight bounce and jiggle of your body when she walks toward you.

-In Toga’s eyes, you were absolutely adorable. In fact, she was getting a little hot and bothered just taking peeks at herself (you) in the mirror. She’s used to feeling you up for sure, but being you was a whole other experience. Though, she can understand your insecurity. After all, it’s hard to live in a world that constantly tells you your true self is abnormal. She knows from experience.

-So, she comes up to you with a flirty grin on her face...and starts showering you with kisses, in your body! You start to protest, weirded out by the feeling of your own lips on your cheeks but she would not relent. Toga was determined to show you what being loved (by you) felt like from her perspective, with your irresistible “imperfections” and all 💕

Thanks for tuning in! :)

[alberivh]

The gravestone of the wilderness — (scraps)

diluc x gn!reader — fluff, angst, comfort/hurt, death, implied werner syndrome, memory loss.

the second stage of diluc’s life, death and you.

a/n : a very very messy writing which were written by me for 2 days…? please listen to je te laisserai des mots while reading this, it would improve your imagination more <3

oh to be a normal couple. Lying in your frail shoulder, diluc exhales his heavy breathing. Trading the air with a brain of oxygen and beauty of life, he let your hands wrapped to his arm. Soothed his messy-red-hair and hearing the whisper of the freedom. Near the lakes of the winery, stand your figure and diluc seeing the sunset in mesmerized glances. It was a peaceful evening, even the birds seems too peaceful that it hurts your soul. The world isn’t fine, how come everything became so peaceful today?

“diluc, quick question..” , you called out his name. Stealing the sunset gaze from diluc’s eyes. His breathing is heavy, his heartbeat is unexpectedly warm. Yet you found his presence a little bit too cold..and too fragile.

“and..what is it?”

“who’ll die first, me or you?” , the question is simple. Like a sword to a warriors body, straightforward and cut short. You pay no attention to diluc’s tighten grip, avoiding his eye contact is the way you make his answer straight and honest. After all, you only want to hear his intentions, why did he still seek you even after your condition worsened? He could had the chance to escape from your affection 3 months ago but why did he stay? Did he pitied the unknown for not being the best of his life?

“you” cold and strong. His whole sight focused on your eyes. Anxiety fills it, tears could even force itself to leave your eyes if diluc told you how your eyes show everything. He seen through you and for so many time, he predicted your words. I don’t have any days left diluc.., is your favorite line. The one he thought to be a bullshit.

“just as i expected”

“but you do know i’m not your doctor right?”

“i trust my lovers instinct better than the doctors, they’re a bunch of creeps anyways” , the sunset falls to the edge of the winery before you could finish your reply. the infuse, the breathing machines and the ventilators were all beside you, accompanying you these past weeks. it was bothersome to bring them all together, but thanks to diluc, you could felt as if you were alive. and with no essentials-help you are fine.

diluc saw your anxiety trembles to sobs. the sunset was over and thus—began the starry moonlight which bright to the breezing sky of monstadt.

“thank you..diluc…” , you carefully clinge to his arm. Hugging it tightly without letting your infuse disturbed the warm of his body. your fingers gone numb but his warmth, it radiates so much energy and comfort to be alive. tears fall to his jacket, the moonlight was yet to be found and here you are pleading your lover to stay. Even if you’re both better dying off alone.

“dying off young is pretty tragic don’t you think? Like us..”, whispering your thoughts under the darkened sky and to diluc who was staring empty at your eyes. It was quite and clear to be hear in diluc’s ear but maybe he prefers to drown himself to your frail shoulder, so he could escape from the reality you were going out from his lines.

“y’know diluc, if i were alive till the 32 years of your life, i’ll be happy to laid on our deathbed together..” , a not so sappy thought to be precise. But diluc tries to understand from what are you implying to say, he doesn’t want to make himself fooled by the guilt of his past.

“and what makes you say that?”

“diluc we all know that i’m dying, i couldn’t always stay like this can i?” “I just want to be free that’s all..but diluc…i don’t wish for someone to forget about me…i want them to know i’m used to be alive and well, i want them to know i’m in love.” — i want them to know i’m in love with you diluc, i don’t want to leave you behind. I don’t want someone to abandoned me behind. I love you diluc. How many times have i told you that? I lost count.

minutes feels like seconds, under the starry night you felt nothing but warm. The warm of his heart and his radiance, although it seems like a facade to hide from your sharp-vision. He is beautiful. but with diluc’s lips under your dry mouth, You could feel more the presence of his fading-figure. Wandering through his palm, the space of his cold fingers and his salty tears. He was crying out of madness. He was frustrated that he couldn’t been able to save you from your draining thoughts.

the sharp needles inside your infuse feels numb. The breathing tube wasn’t as heavy as before. Diluc lips is the only thing you could feel. Under the moonlight, he drops his devotion to his knees. Hands wrapped to your delicate-fragile self. Under the days he left you behind, he apologize. As Now he is humming your lips with hopeless wishes. His kisses are soft, gentle as the wind. Pyro seems so warm to your cryo vision. Unknown for love and ambition to be bear. so this is how falling in love feels like?

the sunrise have awoken, another day has finally begun. Sitting at the balcony with his brother, reading letters and wishes from his inner family circle. Eyebags have grown to diluc’s glance, even his wrinkles start to form onto his charming face. His hair start to fall out to thin airs, leaving half of the once burning red to a pale-silver colored. Enjoying his time with the breeze of the sun, diluc realizes kaeya standing figure. he must be going somewhere..

“Kaeya where are you going?” , voice gone frail. His voice aren’t as strong as before. Even his flatter organs are better than the rusty voice kaeya heard.

“to visit someone, it’s their birthday afterall..want to join in, good-master di—“

“shut up don’t you say that name again” , crossing the words. He exhales his breath. Giving himself an opportune moment to breath the fresh morning air. He flinch to the song of the birds, watching them fly ti the air while the letters flew to the side of the tables. it was a peaceful day for diluc to rest, but nonetheless..he always forgot them. Them who aren’t here anymore. father..and..who are they again?

“Alright big brother diluc ragnvindr..just sit on your wheelchair and prepare your stuff, we’re going to windrise right now.”

“It’s not vennessa’s birthday kaeya, why’d you want to take me to windrise? Are y—“ cutting diluc’s voice, kaeya managed to give him the usual smug face on his sight. Making diluc seems more uncomfortable by his plan.

“Yeah yeah..just stick your butt on the wheelchair already mister, we’re going now woohoo!” , whistling to excitement diluc found his brother action to be quite..suspicious. The road was smooth, maybe because the land of winery belongs to diluc’s and his bloodlines, no? Windrise wasn’t that far from the winery, maybe it is far for someone like diluc to explore such an area in the first place.

Windrise, the inner nation of freedom. The location of free will and vennessa legacy. But why does it feel so..cliché for diluc to remember? He doesn’t remember anything about windrise. He doesn’t remember anything about dying, he doesn’t even remembered the gravestone in front of him now. The air was fresh. The leaves and flowers which grow from the small-location of the gravestone was unexpectedly beautiful. The name which were craved in it was unreadable, maybe it was..once. But never again it would be readable to diluc’s eye.

“happy birthday (name)..me and diluc is in here to plant some cecilia’s..would you mind? Ah if you do..you could breeze the bells there, please don’t mind diluc, he’s lost right now.” , kaeya pleaded to downfall of the gravestone. Whispering questions and rants for the owner of it to know. The bell rang and under the wing it sang. they gladly appreciate your visit, diluc. Kaeya steal his glance to diluc’s unfocused eyes, it look as if it were questioning every each of it’s memories. Who are they and why does kaeya think of them as one of the part of him?

Planting the seeds of cecilia under the ground of the suspicious gravestone. The Crystalflies even surrounded it with grace, as if they all belong to their first habitat, the gravestone of the wilderness. Who are they and why are their remenance so…beautiful?

“hmhm, goodjob. Thank you for accepting our birthday offer..diluc and i will go now, farewell for now, see you soon” , cleaning the dirt from the gravestone. Diluc once again asked kaeya’s answer. But nothing could be found from his brother mouth, it seems it was hidden for diluc’s sake.

“you’ll recognize them again diluc, sooner or after.”

soon never came. Kaeya wasn’t here, he was already gone from the resident, Taking diluc’s place aren’t that easy after all. pale and unrecognized, diluc came to his once work office which he never touch any longer. Searching for documents for kaeya to read for him later at night. His fingertips are still the same, numb and empty. I lack something but what are they…? This uncureable piece of shit was such a bothersome.

oh..what is this..?

a letter? — opening it with caution, diluc found the sight of something he craves. The writing of those who couldn’t be recognized by his mind, yet the feeling..it was warm. So warm and comfortable, that it even shakes diluc’s empathy.

to, my sweetheart, diluc ragnvindr.

i never knew when would you opened this but i think you opened it few years since i have died. I know the side affects of your ilness. So i wouldn’t mind if you forget me all along. It’s not your fault for leaving your old memories and life behind, your ilness is one of the part of your issues diluc and I totally understand that, better than kaeya, better than adeline or elzer. And if you forget about me, it’s fine. You don’t need to remember me, just read this all along alright?

Diluc, my swetheart. You probably found this crumpled behind your documents. Maybe kaeya would found it first than you do and it wouldn’t be much of a problem for me to bare, after all i’m dead and even if you apologize i wouldn’t dare to say i would forgive you. Cause diluc, i’m hopelessly in love with you. I love you diluc. Even if you forget me, even if you died in your old age and disastrous days, even if you don’t love me any longer. I’ll be very happy if you could still read this letter. Your curiosity is the reason i’m alive for once diluc. Your warm is the reason of my short-recovery diluc. You are everything. And if you forgot, then it’ll be fine. Read this letter everytime you felt lost, because no home without your lover, no? Ah nevermind that’s a shitty joke isn’t it diluc? Hehe

I’m very satisfied with what I’ve achieved in my lifetime. I got to be with you and your family. I feel like i’m apart of them, apart from who i become. I escape and i’m alright. I’m alive and it’s all because of you diluc. I’m happy. Very happy. But one thing i couldn’t regret more is the fact i couldn’t marry you and tell my devotions to the crowds. I want you foreve diluc, but our time is short enough for each other sake. Fate was cruel, but it’s fair and merciful. It gave us a time to met each other and i’m thankful.

So diluc, whenever you feel lost. Feel free to found me in the crystalflies and in the starry night of the winds. Whenever you need me, i’ll be there. just so let you know i’m the donor of your heart, please don’t regret the fact i’m sharing my life with you. I’m happy to know you are alive, diluc. As long ad you enjoyed your days and live a well-long life, i’ll be happy to give you my everything. I might couldn’t give you this year, but here. Open this envelope, it’s a present. For what exactly? For your own love, diluc. Accept it, would you? I don’t mind if you wouldn’t, but if you want to wear it, feel free to use it.

I’m very happy to be alive diluc, i love you.

The letters ended and so do his tears scroll through his cheeks. The crystalflies in the gravestone. Oh it’s you all along..? Why didn’t you cry out of regret? Are you happy for what diluc became? Are you, my dear…? He was scared of letting you loved him again. He deserve nothing but your hatred. The envelope, it was fill with your charm bracelet. The matching bracelet you used to talk with diluc.

The gravestone, the cecilia’s..? Aren’t those the promises diluc made before? i’ll grow garden of hundreds cecilia’s with you. But he forgot. Your existance are nothing to him anymore, he lost his senses, he lost everything. This heart..your heart. It was pounding rapidly, it even showed diluc emotions again. He was crying in pain. He was crying in sorrow. Oh god, i wish i’m not that weak. I wish i still love you the same as how those letter told me. Darling, will you love me again? No response. He was truly out of his mind to forget the ones who bring his dimmed eyes back alive. So once again he confesses, falling to his knees as he begged for his mind to remembered you.

The days have past so did you died in his eyes. Casket opened and emptied with your body, cecilia all over the ground. You are dead and yet the pounding heart of yours are the result of love. Strokes his body with empty thoughts, he began to murmured again his love.

your heart..it’s warm, My dear.

TAGLIST : @mikachuchu , @zierx, @childeluv @urujiako , @chichikoi , @noirkkat , @aphrodicts-imagination

[starhallows]

"Complicating matters for Penelope is her rift with Eloise (Claudia Jessie), who has found a new friend in a very unlikely place" god Tell Me they are not setting up TSPWL for s4

I mean, I wouldn't... But then again, I would have made s3 about Benedict and Sophie as plot A and Frannie and Jon for plot B. That way, Benophie could have their complicated (even angsty arc) while Frannie and Jon had the fairytale story and went off to Scotland, only for Jon to die. The illusion would shatter, and each sibling would have to get their priorities straight:

- Benedict would get his shit together and marry Sophie.

- Kate and Anthony would have all those conversations about mortality and their shared trauma that we were robbed of in s2.

- Colin would realise there's more to life than gallivanting around the world and see that there's more to life, and he wants to do something for himself. Penelope would have more time to grow into her own and be more confident.

- Eloise would see how fleeting life is and how reality has a way of waking you up...

I don't know... I'm not in charge of scripts, though, so whatever I say doesn't matter.

I don't think Eloise will be next because the absolute 180 the character would have to make would give whiplash to even Edwina 'This is all I want/I never asked for this' Sharma. If they choose to follow Eloise's book (and we have been told they are sticking to the OG ships as endgame), and following the show's timeline, Eloise would become step mum to a gorgeous set of three-year-old twins (provided there's no time jump). From the reaction Eloise had to Augie in s2, I don't see that change of heart happening just yet.

Let's remember, Eloise is about to be 19 in the show, so she isn't at that same point mentally as she is in the books when Penelope marries and Francesca remarries. She hasn't been on the shelf for nine seasons or has had the time to really think about what to do with her life except annoy her brothers and be the show's version of a feminist.

I talked with some friends about how this season could be a good starting point for Eloise's connection with the Cranes to be established (pre-s3 confirmation). If we think about it, Eloise just lost her best friend, who not only ruined Eloise but also ruined her cousin. She's not only alone but isolated. She knows a huge secret that would ruin Penelope and all those who work with her, including Theo, and honestly, would anyone believe her without proof?

I could see Eloise writing to Marina, and they could maybe form some sort of a relationship over letters. Maybe when Penelope and Colin became engaged, Eloise could tell Marina about Penelope and LW? And that could somehow make Marina react in some kind of way? She may get into a carriage to try and confront Penelope, but the roads are bad, and there's an accident or something. Sir Phillip could find some of that correspondence and start writing to Eloise because of it. I don't know; there are many plot holes to this line of thinking:

- Is Marina really 'very unlikely' to be friends with Eloise? Because I think we all thought it was going to be one of the Cranes.

- It doesn't solve the timeline problem.

- This would make Eloise indirectly responsible for Marina's death, and I wouldn't want to root for her if it were to happen.

- I don't see how they are going to write themselves out of the Phillip/Marina/Eloise mess. Marina seems content with her life and loves her children; there's no way book canon applies. (I also don't want it to apply).

Maybe they could have Ben and Fran for s4 like I said and have Eloise writing to Sir Phillip during s4, and John's death is what prompts her to leave?

I don't know, anon... I'm sorry this turned into a rant. If there is anything that's confirmed after the news we got today is that book canon is a construct, and reality is fanfiction, so let's let go of any hope of them adapting anything and enjoy the ride.

[meow-sic]

hi elliot! can you do a drabble or hcs of how kuroo, the miya twins, oikawa, and bokuto would propose to their s/o? if that's a lot of characters, then pls just take your pick but pls include kuroo! thank u so much!! btw i really like your "they accidentally hurt you" post. it provides realism and a middle ground to the usual extremes we see in reader-insert content - idyllic/saccharine vs dark content (•ˇ‿ˇ•)

how they propose to you 𓍢 ᭡

includes : oikawa , kuroo , bokuto !

warnings : some misunderstandings in oikawa’s from a prank lolol , some cursing !

a/n : hi anon! ur my first anon message and you warmed my heart<333 also i lowk got inspiration from bokutos from a spanish music video i watched in spanish class today, sue me lololol

oikawa tooru

he’s just dumb

he thought it would be funny to try to prank you

dumbass

butttttt knowing his luck, it didn’t go as planned—

okay, well, it started off innocent— he planned to try to casually slide it in, maybe catch you off gaurd, then get down on his knee and ask you to marry him!

but, when you were on top of him tickling him, he wanted to get back at you.

and like tooru oikawa, he didn’t fully think it through.

“mei! stop!” he laughed, as a joke. it was supposed to be a joke.

you stopped your fingers that were wiggling by his sides. you slumped on his lap. “what?”

he peeked at you and smiled. “what do you mean what?”

“who’s mei?”

“i didn’t say mei,” he replied, your eyes watered and you got off of his lap. he sat up and stared at you. “y/n? are you okay?”

he got up but you already were in your room, slapping the door shut.

“stupid tooru! you made ‘em upset,” he scolded himself quietly.

when he walked up to your shared room, he heard the sniffles and sobs that came from the other side that broke his heart. he knocked on the door three times before entering.

“honey,” he walked over to you and hugged you. you sobbed into his chest.

“how long has it been going on tooru?” you asked through your sobs.

he pet your hair, “what do you mean baby?”

“don’t act dumb! it’s like—“ you paused. “it’s like you’re trying to ignore the fact you’ve been cheating!”

he thought you knew he was joking. “y/n—“

“if you’re not going to tell me then i’m leaving,” you turned around to start packing your bags.

his eyes widened in panic. “nonono! no, shit—“ he was embarrassed. “i didn’t mean it! it didn’t happen! mei isn’t real!”

you stopped packing, “what?”

“she—it was supposed to be a joke. a joke to make you stop tickling me. it’s dumb because i don’t think things through. but that’s why i need you— i need you to be there so you can stop me from doing the stupid shit that i do,” he looked at you to see if you were looking at him.

and you were, you looked pissed. he sighed and bent down on his knee, pulling out the ring he had gotten weeks ago.

“y/n, i know i’m dumb. but please, forgive me for this stupid prank, and please stay with me forever. don’t leave, please.”

“stand up.”

he did so, and he wasn’t sure what to expect, but a slap across the face wasn’t it.

“you’re a fucking idiot, tooru oikawa,” you laughed, kissing him. “but— i suppose that’s why i’m here. and i’m not leaving.”

he beamed at those words, he wasn’t sure if he smiled wider in his entire life. he kissed your cheek repeatedly, “i love you so much

kuroo tetsuro

PLEASE- he would set you upppppp

giving you hints, to where he is

but not random hints, it would be like a mini time line of your relationship

he would through a lil chemistry is there to mess with you

lovingly, though<3

you woke up alone in bed, a little confused since your boyfriend would always be there— to kiss you good morning.

you rolled over to grab your phone from its charger, looking at the text message from kuroo.

boyfrie tetsu<3

good morning baby<3 sorry i’m not there this morning, let’s play a little— hide and seek game, the prize is a big one!

the first hint: we didn’t quite meet there, but it was where i became your “boyfriend” for the first time

good luck baby!<3

you were confused by his text, and honestly, you almost wanted to ignore it. it’s too damn early for this.

but, you can’t. you knew he was going to be waiting for you, and you can’t leave him all alone.

your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you groaned and started your day. you still got dressed none the less, and went to a café you always go to.

as the barista handed you your drink, you saw a note on it.

dear y/n,

you’re probably here for your morning coffee, but, none the less, this is where we first started to ‘date’! that one guy who wouldn’t stop hitting on you, and your prince charming (aka me aka the most handsome man ever) came to your rescue;)

where we promised each other is your new hint, good luck!<3

you knew where it was once you read the bolder letters. you thanked, and tipped the barista. you were more than happy to remember the memory.

“tetsu, it’s so late out, what if we get kidnapped!” you ranted your anxieties to him.

“kidnapped? you think anyone would dare to fight your prince charming?” he kissed your head as you two walked. “we’re almost there.”

he led you to the bridge that curved over the water like a C shape. you both leaned forward on the cement railing and looked at the moon.

“i’m so in love with you, y/n.” he admitted out of the blue, you looked at him.

“i’m in love with you too, tetsu.” you leaned your head on him, he wrapped an arm around you.

“i know we’re only in highschool. but i promise, i’ll marry you.”

“i’ll be waiting for that day, tetsu. even if it’s till we’re sixty, or if we’re only in our young twenties and being stupid. i’ll be waiting for you.”

you both melted at each other’s words, you shared a passionate kiss.

you ran up to where the bridge was. your pace slowed as your boyfriend came into view. he was holding flowers, and a lock.

you panted, “i hate running tetsu.” you breathed out, he laughed at you. “i know, sorry.”

you stood straight, looking at what he was wearing. it looked fancier than usual. “what’s the lock for?” you asked.

he looked at it and smiled, “i remember, it was our second year of college. you were so mad that they changed the bridge. that they changed the fencing, and couples started to put locks on it.”

“..and?”

“and i was thinking we could do one too?” he questioned. you smiled and grabbed the lock. you bent down and locked it, he wrote both of your initials on it.

you stood up, but your boyfriend stayed on his knee.

“tetsu what are you doing?”

he pulled a little box from his back pocket, a few pedestrians stopped and watched what was happening.

“when we were sixteen, we made a stupid promise to each other at midnight on this bridge. and i promised i would marry you. y/n, i told you ten years ago, when we were sixteen, that i love you.” he paused for a second to look up at your face, which was in shock. “and i still do, so please, keep the promise and marry me.”

“oh my god, oh my god! yes yes!” you got on your knees with him. he laughed at you for getting on your knees with him instead of waiting for him to stand up.

you tackled him in a hug while other people clapped for you two.

bokuto kotarou

tbh this stressed him out

he wasn’t sure when, how, or what to say

you two had talked about marriage and how you two would gladly marry each other

but he wasn’t sure when!!!

he kept the ring on him at all times just incase:)

you and bokuto were just returning from a walk. the snow was heavier than expected by you two, so when you got home to a pile of snow, you were thrilled.

“kou let’s make a snowman! like we did with your old team, c’mon!” you dragged him by the hand to your front yard.

you and bokuto were always childlike in your relationship, you two getting excited at the tiniest things that makes you two act like children. so when you saw the snow, you felt more than joy.

you began by making a small snowball in your hand, and rolling it as you walked around your yard, to form a big snowball for the base. by the time you were done with the biggest snowball, bokuto was done with the medium sized one.

“okay, if we pick it up at the same time, it shouldn’t break,” you lifed the medium sized snowball with him. you set it on top of the biggest one.

“hey hey hey! y/n! let me make the tinniest one while you get the scarf, carrot, and eyes and smile,” he suggested. you nodded and kissed his cold cheek before heading inside to quickly grab the items.

you grabbed a pink scarf, a white hat that kou got you one year, and a carrot and some coal for the eyes and smile.

when you headed outside, you saw the snowman was all made. your insides felt bubbly as your childlike happiness was showing.

you ran out to him. “i got everything kou!”

“okay! you decorate, and don’t turn around until i say so. i have a surprise for you,” he replied. you were confused at what the surprise could be, but you agreed none the less.

you put the carrot in the middle of the snowman’s face. you then placed the eyes, and tried your best to make the smile symmetrical.

you wrapped the scarf around it’s neck, and put the hat on top. “okay kou, i’m done! can i turn around?”

there was a short pause, “okay now you can.”

you turned around to him on his knee, holding out a ring. your mouth dropped open to see writing in the snow.

will you marry me? ♥︎

“yes! yes yes!” you basically screamed, tackling him and kissing him repeatedly.

“the ring! wheres the ring?” he questioned. you both started to dig it up in the snow, laughing at how stupid you two were.

you found it, and slid it on your finger. “i cant wait to marry you, baby.” your hands slid up and down his chest before you kissed him.

[mercurytrinemoon]

On houses, house rulerships & how ya'll should stop associating them with signs + a rant on the meaning of the 8th house

This is one of those moments where I'm going to say (read: rant, so heads up, I may sound pretentious) that modern times keep distorting astrology. I’m talking about associating houses with signs/planets (aka the “12 letter alphabet”, briefly mentioned by William Lilly in the 17th century but ultimately it became a product of modern astrologers: first attempted by Alan Leo and decades later popularized and named by Zip Dobyns). Can we just... use a neuralyzer and make people forget that method? It's ingrained in people's minds because, seemingly, it's easier to learn that way - search astro basics in google and you'll see things like "9th house=Sagittarius=Jupiter". This compressed version of astrology seems more accessible and easily digestible for a casual reader and not many newbies try to even question that approach. But there's a reason reputable astrologers these days are trying to erase it from everyone's minds. Signs are traits, planets are vessels, houses are areas of life. Houses are a completely different thing + every person has their own chart with their own house rulers. You can't say Mars is the “natural” ruler of the 1st... well unless, of course, you're an Aries rising, then yeah, your 1st is ruled by Mars, 2nd by Venus and so on.

Sure, some houses share accidental similarities with planets that have been assigned to them by modern *cough*lazy*cought* approach. Example, the 3rd rules communication... oh and so does Mercury. But then again, Mercury has nothing to do with health, injuries, work - all things 6th house. 7th is relationships and 2nd is money & values... and it so happens that Venus shows our attitude towards these things. I would sometimes find myself loosely refer houses to planets, like “oh the 3rd mercurial house” just because SOME of them do fit with the characteristics... and because it's a language that is well-understood (I won't do that anymore). BUT even when I started learning astrology, I had a red light go on in my head when people would straight up go "Moon in Virgo or Moon in the 6th". It never made sense to me. These are completely different things. And I've seen some awesome astrologers who would state things like "oh Aquarius Sun is basically the same as Sun in the 11th", like nah, dude. Because why? Aquarius is the friendly type and the 11th rules friends? Because Aquarius is the big innovator and 11th stands for hopes and dreams? But Aquarius is also a rebel who's stiff in their beliefs. Aquarius is a weirdo, is the 11th house the house of weirdos? No. Aquarius likes to be independent and usually has issues with feeling of not belonging anywhere, while 11th rules communities. THAT'S CONTRADICTORY. Because they're not the same.

Want more examples? Having Venus in Aries is completely different than Venus in the 1st. What do people usually say about Venus in the 1st? That it makes the native charming, lovely, well-put together, with great manners, maybe beautiful, graceful, maybe a bit shallow. When in Aries? None of these characteristics fit, on top of that, it's in its detriment. Our poor gal Venus is uncomfortable and confused in Aries. She's like, "conquer? Swords? Selfishness? Obnoxiousness? Sparring? You're telling me to fight people? What am I doing here???" 

I think it most shows in the 8th house, which... *deep breath* has gone through so much (ironically since it rules transformation), like, there's a lot to unpack here. "tHe sCorPioNic HoUse": tell me in what way does Scorpio have to do with inheritance, death, taxes, other people's stuff? These are the og topics associated with the 8th house. And by the way, it doesn't have to be a material inheritance, because I saw people being confused by that. You can have your 10th house ruler in the 8th so maybe you'll inherit that job as a chairman in your father's corporation, along with its renowned name. Or your 6th house ruler is in the 8th so you'll inherit a genetic health condition from your parent. 

Now, modern astrology, as per usual, tried to turn it into something positive (and psychological because apparently according to modern notion, astrology can’t predict anything so it’s only psychological *eye roll*) and put its rose-colored glasses on it so they'll say things like: transformation or taboo topics - like okay, makes sense, it's an intense house after all. Like a near-death experience or a metaphorical death will be transformative and maybe hard to talk about. And Scorpios do have the tendency to go through drastic situations in their lives and to dig deep & not being afraid to uncover secrets and all that's unknown and scary for others. There you have it, some convergence. But still, Scorpio and the 8th house are two different things.

Then there's the topic of the 8th house and sex. Actually, side note, a quick history bit, the 2nd century astrologer, Vettius Valens saw sex in the 7th house - because that was the thing that happened after marriage - it represented two people coming together. In medieval times it then moved to 5th house of kids - because children-making requires intercourse, duh. Listen, I get that the 8th, as the follow-up to the 7th, is seen as joined resources; and joined everything, including bodies... or bodily fluids... (tmi?) after you get married or whatever. I don't think that makes sense in the modern times. I mean, go ahead if you want to associate the 8th with sex but after some time of studying astrology, I see it almost exclusively in the 5th as it's the house of pleasures. Simply. Besides, technically you can get yourself off and don’t need anyone else to assist you. My issue, again, comes from the root of the association with the 8th. Modern astrologers started linking 8th with Pluto and Scorpio in medical astrology rules reproductive system and so Scorpio is seen as the fReAky sEx dEMon blAh blaH (honestly, try asking Scorpios about their intimate life and they'll run for the hills abashed). So it turned out that 8th house is the "plutonian one" (I had a moment today wondering if it's plutonian or plutonic and idk anymore) so therefore it must rule sex. Well that logic doesn't make sense because everyone knows that the first and most important planet in the matters of sex is Mars but none of ya'll go and say "1st house is the house of sex because it's ruled by Aries". So no, houses are not the same as signs/planets.

12th house has a similar issue. This one has literally nothing to do with Pisces. Like, I feel bad for Pisces honestly, you guys don’t deserve being dumped into the 12th. It's a rather gloomy house and the most positive thing you could come up with it is being the house of imagination and intuition - because it rules the subconscious and partially your mind. And Pisces is usually characterized by those two. Or you could say that they're both kinda foggy in nature - 12th is the unattainable. But that is literally the closest you can get with them correlating. Other than that, 12th is hidden enemies, succlusion, illness (but mental or chronic, it's a bit different than 6th). There's nothing piscean about it really.

But I get it, open most of the astrology books and you'll see chapters called that way. Why? Because it's easier to publish something that's shorter aka simpler for the reader (actually that was one of Dobyns' reasoning behind spreading that approach). That’s why I said it’s lazy. And someone would argue that it’s easier to learn this way - because the information is compressed into 12 sections (signs) instead of 24 (signs+houses) or even more if you include delineations of every house ruled by each sign. Like, “well if I memorize the meaning of Cancer and Moon then automatically I’ll also memorize the 4th house”. But in fact, it’s so limiting in the long run and then forces you to unlearn what you have learnt, which is actually harder than taking the time and grasping the proper meaning right away. And again, with time it warps the meaning of everything.

Saying house=sign completely discredits the purpose of even having houses. And then on top of that it leads to people not understanding their own charts because they don't know the core meanings of the houses and instead look at them through the lens of signs. "I have planets in Gemini but I'm not that talkative and extroverted". Well okay, where are those planets? Are they in the 7th? Then maybe they're not talking about you but about people you come in contact with? Are they in the 4th? Well maybe it's your fam that has those qualities? The 11th? Are your friends like that? Houses are areas of your life, you can't say "Moon in the 3rd or Moon in Gemini" - Moon is "how", house is "where" - these are not the same things, even if they have a few traits in common. 

Ok, rant over, bye.