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testing @rosymiel's upcoming tattoos on belina.. and whew, how pretty are they! ;-;
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ok ok I trust you to be as insane about this as I am
in the seven eight nine dialogue, when Alphys talks about how seven loved five and was just doing what they felt they had to, Toriel interprets it as being Asgore doing what he had to for monsterkind, but I think she was actually thinking of Undyne doing what she felt like she had to by attacking Frisk, because she loves Asgore (and Alphys). being "sicced" on them as the captain of the royal guard, and playing the rule of the "misled antihero" in undertale's story.
when Toriel says that this makes seven "weak", Undyne bursts in with a distracting display of strength, trying to dismiss the topic. you could make the argument that she just wants to defuse Toriel from being mad at Asgore, but she has a seriously pissed look on her face. as if she took that personally, but also didn't know how to argue with it...
ANON. ANON YOU ARE SO FUCKING CORRECT FOR THIS HOLY SHIT. ANON. ANON WHO ARE YOU ILY
DUDE YOUR MIND UXJSJSJSJSJSJSJJSJD IM AO CTAZY ABOUT THIS MAN TY FOR SENDKNG THIS YOU ARE SO SMART OML SHSHSJSKSKSKK
^actual image of me right now thank you so so so so much anonymous. When I find you.
#OHJHHJKIGHHSHDDDHHDHEH i am fuckijg sick with feelings right now#anon dude how does it feel to be so freaking right dude#omgggg im insane this is making me insane anon ily#who sent this............#sorry i didn't answer this straight away btw this whole day ive been somewhere really loud so i couldnt properly process the 789 dialogue#but my god now that ive read it along with your analysis......... hhdndndndndnddn#i am SICK#ough someone else being peak undyne understander™️ this has extended my lifespan for fifteen million years#you. you get it.#undertale#asks#undyne#utdr#undyne undertale#undyne analytics#undertale analysis#utdr newsletter#toby fox newsletter#undertale newsletter#deltarune newsletter#i cant#i cant even think right now#dude#dude tysm for this#undyne nation ily o7#this ones for @w-a-ll-s (? hope i got that right) @ryyyybaaaa @shedpuns @potatolord72 and @mistymountainsgay .thr gang.
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Your UDAD art looks even better in person 😁
Will you do any posters for the other albums? bc i WILL buy them
OH I NEVER REALLY GET THE CHANCE TO SEE ANY OF MY ART IRL AAAAAAAAAAA(???!!!!!!!!!!!???!!)
IM SO HAPPY IT LOOKS OK 😭😭😭
im working (slowly but surely) on the layout for a TBI one rn, and hopefully have plans to do the HNOC & OUTIS in the future!!!!!
#the idea for UDAD came to me like out of thin air so it was very easy#and im almost 90% sure on the layout i have in mind for TBI#the others dont come to mind as easily so theyr still works in progress 😔#ALSO TYSM FOR BUYING A POSTER FROM ME??? HOLY SHIT????#CANNOT OVERSTATE HOW MUCH THAT MEANS TO ME AAAAU#ILY THANK YOUUU#asks
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"all we really know about this one is it's some kind of insult" Alhaithem gestured to the stone in the case "The first words of the beginning line should translate to 'your parent', with the second one saying 'you take that'. We can only assume it to be of insulting nature, unless you say otherwise...?" He looks toward you, curiously.
"...buys you megablocks instead of legos" you mumble unconsciously, holding in laughter because he wasn't wrong.
"What?" He leaned in to hear you better.
"Nothing, you're right but it's not an insult that really makes sense here" You swiftly move along to the next showcase, after reading it things become clear that these are from about the 2010's. "Alhaithem we should probably move on, most of these are obscure references to... plays, and jokes. Like this one" you point at the case "is Fre shavaca do".
"Fre...shaca do?"
"It's um, a joke about someone mis-writing a sign"
10/10 i cant believe this has been sitting here like the gem it is ToT
im so glad im posting all these at the same time tho bc i love confusing/bullying Alhaitham, call me a Kaveh kinnie ig
ANYWAY SORRY FOR NOT SHARING UR GREAT WRITING WITH THE WORLD BEFORE NOW THIS IS HILARIOUS
this kinda reminds me of my most recent post abt, but 10x more frustrated Alhaitham LMAO
You, constantly: "nah u wouldnt get it bro, u had to be there"
Alhaitham: "But I AM here, I would "get it", ahem, honorable sibling Lord??"
btw here's my lowkey bullying Alhaitham post, hehe
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Safe Travels Anon,
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(not tagging beloveds bc i be harassing them this week with short posts rip)
#absolutely silly of me#to just now have the idea to thoroughly comb my asks for gems like these#admittedly we at like 50 now#so to some degree pls forgive me ily anon <3#tysm for sending this!!! feel free to drop another blurb into submissions or when asks open#asks are just closed bc no requests rn but blurbs or chatting is totally fine and cool and so so welcome <3333#genshin sagau#sagau#genshin isekai#genshin imagines#my asks#genshin impact sagau#gender neutral reader#genshin x reader#wtf are my tags#help tumblr autofill tags help me#genshin impact#aqua chats#alright we calling writing blurbs#star stories#:)
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what was the first piece of Star Trek media you consumed? :)
Anon you have fallen for my nefarious schemes once again... (rips off disguise with an evil flourish) I may look like a trekkie, but I am actually.......
A trekkie who is a huge nerd at heart xDD. I got into Star Trek mainly through assimilating fanfic into my conciousness. I've heard my characterizations are surprisingly solid (YIPPEE) for someone who only vaguely knows what happens in canon. But I've never actually had the pleasure of going through any official Trek media yet! My one flex is that I have no qualms against spoilers of any magnitude lol.
I know this isn't Trek media explicitly, but in the spirit of responding to the sentiment behind the question, ngl, I'm going to have to go with Mythbusters. I honestly didn't really pay much attention to the Trek segments when I watched it for the first time (that being said, I *need* to go back and watch the gorn cannon episode again omg). But Mythbusters was so formative for me because it gave me that push to get excited about science again after spending so many years defining myself as only an art/literature nerd when I was so excited about science when I was a kid.
I think in a sense, my interest in Star Trek is directly descended from the impact Mythbusters had on me-- and I think that's pretty neat :]]
#ace attorney reference who? 👀#star trek#dust talks#mythbusters#thank you so much for the ask anon!! you prompted so many Thoughts and i can't thank you enough for that honestly <33#bit of vulnerability in the house today lads! but i really can't express just how deeply significant mb and star trek are to me as a person#these shows are fundamentally about people who love what they do so very much. and that love means so much to me :')#that mixture of art and science!! storytelling and asking questions!!! that...love.#i think i *will* to boldly go. and i think that ill remember if it's worth doing then it's worth overdoing while im at it.#dust reflects#(get it. bc dust particles reflect light. ok ill show myself out loll)#tysm anon!! ily than you for stickin around#thank*#typos most beloathed....
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top 5 wips you’re most excited to write? :D
AH …. anon my beloved 🥺🥺🥺 tysm for giving me an excuse to talk about them!!!! i have a whole bunch but here are the ones i’m most excited for/planning to write soon :3 hopefully
TITLES ARE STILL UNDER CONSTRUCTION BTW but if you know where any of them are from you get a big gold star ⭐️
it’s your touch that i need
the best friend’s brother!satoru fic that i’m planning on posting next….. i’m . Unsure if i’ll have time to post it this week but :’3 i’ll get it done!!! honestly i just think bfb!toru is insanely attractive so this is mostly an outlet for that but . i have a plot mapped out kind of… the unrequited love trope is just perfect for him but it’s Me so it’ll probably be less angsty and more funny/bittersweet !!
here’s a snippet from it <3
”you’re a good kid,” he says, and his smile teeters on the edge of something apologetic. mostly, it’s pitying. ”there are lots of people out there for you.” the weight of his palm on your head is usually a comfort, but like this? it’s a specific kind of torture. he ruffles your hair, as affectionate as ever, the same as it’s always been. not a trace of any romantic intent. there are lots of people out there for you. (i know, you want to tell him, but your voice is raspy and your throat feels sort of dry. i know. but i want you.)
hunter, you were human
my neglected mer!sugu fic…… our beloved fish man….. one day. i’ll write it out. i’m having some trouble deciding the order of events + general formatting of the outline so 😭😭 i’m a bit stuck. i’ll get there though!!! this au has angst potential but it’s Me so trust that this will be fluffy and nothing else. lots of banter and cutesy moments. i have a lotttt of thoughts about this au and character/reader dynamic so….. i’m. really excited to eventually write it all out!!! i love him sm :cc
“i don’t really like freshwater.” … your eyes widen. his voice is silky, smooth, like a silver river running from the forked tip of his tongue; a melodic lilt that makes you think of the lullaby your mother used to sing you to sleep with. a long, slow moment passes you by, like the rocking of a rusty ship. silently, your tongue forms around a bundle of words, your mouth gaping like a fish out of water. staring at the merman in your bathtub. “you can talk?!”
consider the hairpin turn
THE BELOVEDEST OF THEM ALL …… my extremely neglected best friend’s brother!kenjaku fic T_T my magnum opus even . i started writing it out a while ago but had to stop bc i can’t decide how to format it …. i think it’d be best to tell the story through a lot of flashbacks but it’s difficult to decide where to put what flashbacks in a way that doesn’t disturb the flow, yk??? but i do have everything outlined and i’m super excited to finally post it :33 someday… bfb!kenny is the actual loml i have so much lore planned for him. this fic is just a whole bunch of yearning and tension… the tiniest tiniest bit suggestive bc he truly makes me ill.
nervously, your gaze trails towards the stairs. worried, your teeth gnawing at your bottom lip. kenjaku notices. a large palm cradles your cheek; making sure your eyes stay locked onto his own. ”don't worry about him,” he soothes, a rough thumb smoothing down your skin. ”it’s just us here… just you and me. why don’t you take a deep breath for me, hm?” (you do. without thinking. as if your body was waiting for instructions, waiting to satiate this gnawing desire to impress him, make him proud. be good for him.) “now,” he exhales, in tandem with you, molecules mingling together. “do you want this?”
only in the next world
ANOTHER DEARLY BELOVED WIP that’s been rotting in my drafts for a while ….. 👉👈 i think that out of all of these fics this is the first one that i wrote the outline to?? probably even before i made this blog. it’s basically just a canon-aligned au where gojo navigates his maybe-possibly-feelings for you, a new teacher at jujutsu high!! sooo really just my attempt to write what i view as a more canon-aligned gojo and his feelings towards love :3 mostly character-centered fluff and slowburn… some office au vibes…. i’m very fond of this reader!! and i love this version of gojo so bad i really hope i can do him justice…
“they’re a softie, huh?” shoko exhales — smoke drifting past her lungs, mingling with the cold air, a stench of tobacco that makes him crinkle his nose. ”they are,” she hums, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. a dangerously knowing look. “it’s not often someone captures your attention.” gojo smiles. ”is that what it seems like?” he drawls, almost a chuckle. closing his eyes and thinking of you, the fading scent of your perfume. ”well, who knows.” (certainly not him.)
signs of affection
my sickeningly fluffy cult leader geto fic <333 bc i’m spreading the agenda that he is a puppy of a man towards his s/o. this one is just meant to be funny and sweet!! i adoreee the thought of him dating a retired sorcerer with a normal ass job so in this one the reader works at a preschool…. and they’re meant to attend some kind of event for the preschool + is offered to bring a plus one. mild chaos ensues (geto doesn’t want to be anywhere near your non-sorcerer colleagues but he also wants to support you so he’s having a bit of a crisis rn…..) i LOVE this one and i’m so excited to write it out <333333 i think this geto is the most endearing man alive.
suguru blinks, eyelashes fluttering, gleaming under the shallow light of the lamppost just behind him. illuminating the peach-dyed flush dusting his ears, those wide pupils. and his lips, glossy with something cherry-flavoured, soon to curl up into a smile — fond, fond, fond. melting into your touch, basking in your long-sought attention. if he were a cat, you’re sure he'd be purring. he places one big palm over yours, where it rests on his cheek, and he stares. silently, like you’re the only thing worth seeing; dreamy galaxies inside his eyes, all honey and star clusters, leaking adoration. a milky way of love. ”… another,” he pleads, nosing at your fingertips.
#TYSM FOR INDULGING ME ANON!!!!!!#these r all very important to me#anyway im abt to spoil where the titles are from bc i cant contain myself 😔😔#it’s your touch that i need is a pinkpantheress lyric (song: just for me) bc her music is so gojocoded and ESP bfb!gojo coded…#also the lyrics are very much in tune w the fic and reader being horrendously down bad#hunter; you were human is a lyric from one of my favorite mitski songs pearl diver <333 it just feels mer!sugu coded to me!!#but the song is a lot more somber than the fic#consider the hairpin turn is ofc a line from a richard siken poem <333 bc kenny is sikencoded and this fic is VERY in tune w you are jeff#that’s the name of the poem btw. you are jeff. it’s super good go read it rn !!!#only in the next world is a quote from my belovedest video game disco elysium :3 the full quote is:#“true love is possible only in the next world — for new people. it is too late for us. wreak havoc on the middle class.”#<- which is just. insanely gojocoded#aaaand finally signs of affection is the name of a persona 4 song that i rlly like :3 im not completely sure if that should be the title#but im going w it for now <333#anyway if you read all this pls know ily. 🫂🫂 here’s your gold star ⭐️ !!#ask tag ✩
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emma i would love to see u tackle royai and cooking for each other (or sharing in food). there's such a warmth and intimacy in making something for someone. it's whole purpose is to sustain life!!!
U R SO RIGHT. SO CORRECT.
so........ how about......... three wee royai moments where they're cooking together............. :)
here with me
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summary: there was a reason // i collided into you // Roy and Riza cooking (providing for one another) throughout the years
rated: g | words: 2718 | tags: royai, cooking, young royai, post-canon, happy, childhood friends, sickfic, post promised day
Riza shuffled into the kitchen, following the smell of cooking, to find Roy standing over the hob, stirring something within a pot. And whatever it was, it smelled delicious. It was so flavoursome, it made her eyes water and caused her to break out into a coughing fit, announcing her presence.
And although it caused Roy to startle at the sudden, loud sound, he still grinned over at her.
He almost toppled off the chair onto the floor, in an endearing, hopeless, sort of way, but that was neither here nor there.
The reason he was currently kneeling on a chair though, was because he wasn’t quite tall enough to reach the hob to cook. Although in his teenage years, Roy’s growth spurt still hadn’t hit him yet (much to his dismay), so he’d taken a leaf out of Riza’s book and dragged a chair over from the table so he could see what he was doing. Bless his wee cotton socks too, because before Riza had interrupted and startled him, he’d looked so precious up there, his tongue peeking out from between his lips as his brow furrowed in concentration, eyes darting back and forth between the pot and the piece of handwritten paper beside it, which presumably detailed the recipe of whatever he was cooking.
Riza tightened the blanket around her shoulders and wrinkled her nose in response to the sneeze which was threatening her. “What are you doing?”
Roy beamed at her. “Cooking.” He answered as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
Her brow furrowed. “What?”
He shrugged. “You’re ill. It was the least I could do. Plus, I wanted to.”
“You wanted to.” She blinked at him, unable to comprehend what was happening.
Roy nodded in cheerful agreement, nonplussed about her surprise.
“Is there anything you need me to do?”
“Nope.” Roy even popped the ‘p’.
“Well. Let me help at least –” Riza reached forward to busy herself with assisting him, but Roy was having none of it.
“Ah. Ah!” He swatted at her playfully, brandishing his wooden spoon to keep her back and out of reach. “No. Go and sit down.”
Riza frowned. “Roy, no –”
“Riza, yes. Go and sit down. I’ll cook.”
Sensing she would get nowhere with him and too exhausted and shivery to argue she ambled over to sit at the kitchen table, like he directed.
Riza felt bad though, that he was doing all of this for her while she was ill. He was here to learn alchemy. He was a guest in her home. His family were paying her father to tutor him. And now he’d been left to cook for himself – and her – too? It was too much. Her ailing body failing her was no excuse, and yet, he would have none of her continued attempts to try and help him. Her offers were met with playfulness and patience, but a firm reply which said no. He could manage on his own.
Riza still didn’t feel safe enough to venture far from him and his cooking shenanigans though. He’d once shared how he’d almost burned his aunt’s house down when he cooked and Riza was still unsure if it was a joke or not.
So she watched him like a hawk while he chattered away. Probably to fill the silence, which made her feel even worse, because her ill brain could barely keep up with his train of thought and she felt as though she should offer him something, not just silence. But it was too much for her exhausted body and mind to comprehend.
It was… nice, though. To listen to him. To hear his voice. To hear his stories which he obviously enjoyed telling and sharing.
Secretly, Riza loved it.
It was nice to be doted on for once.
To be cared for.
They both sat down at the table together without incident a short time later. Her bowl of soup was presented to her with a flourish, complete with pristine presentation. One would have thought the young man was a professional cook.
Taking a cautious sip of her soup, Riza politely and gently ignored how Roy was waiting and watching for her reaction as she sampled his dish.
It was… good. Great, actually. Extremely tasty. She tried not to be too surprised at how good it was given how much he’d put himself down about his cooking abilities in the past, but this was delightful. Perfect for her sore throat, and delicious. Not too much for her tender stomach to put away either. It was just enough.
He’d created the perfect dish for her.
Riza swallowed it down and relished in how it soothed her aching throat. And immediately went back for another taste.
“Is it okay?”
Riza glanced up, noticing how nervous he looked, even as she almost started to devour and hoover up his homemade soup.
Still, her face flushed pink. “Yes,” she replied, not quite able to fully find her voice with his attention so directly upon her. It was because of her cold, for sure.
No other reason.
“It’s good. Very tasty.”
Her appraisal lit up his entire face. Roy sat up a little taller in his chair. His shoulders rolled back and his head perked up, but it was nothing compared to the pure joy which brightened his entire being, illuminating him from within.
“Good. I’m glad.” He looked extremely pleased with himself as he tucked into his own dinner.
* * * * * * *
“Riza?” Roy’s disembodied voice called out to her from the doorway to her home.
“In the kitchen.”
Roy entered the room a few seconds later, surprisingly. Riza hadn’t expected him to come straight through to see her. Snow still caked the edges of his boots and the shoulders of his thick winter coat, but he didn’t appear to be too bothered about it. Neither was she, honestly. A little water from melted snow would dry up quick enough, so it wasn’t a problem.
And when he did make his immediate appearance within the room, Roy was ruffling his hair to dislodge the snowflakes which had caught in his dark strands. And like always, Riza’s attention was drawn to him immediately.
As soon as he entered the room.
(It was really becoming a problem.)
Riza had turned to greet him, but the sight of him made her pause.
His hair was tousled, slightly wet from being out in the snow and curling at the ends due to the damp. Since he’d joined the military, he’d started to fill out within his own body with all the physical training they had him doing. His arms, which had been long and gangly as a teen, were now corded with muscle, same with his legs. And now, when he moved to dislodge those pesky snowflakes, his newly discovered biceps flexed. Quite nicely, too.
Not that Riza had been staring, of course.
Definitely not.
Nope.
Riza’s face flamed and she hastily turned back to the stove. “Did you get everything you needed?” She was grateful her voice remained steady as she spoke because on the inside it felt as if her entire being was quivering like a leaf, as it often did around her childhood friend nowadays.
A pesky new discovery, but one she would manage. Through sheer willpower alone.
Riza vowed she would not make Roy uncomfortable with the things which churned within her gut and her chest over him.
“Yep. I got a discount on the vegetables as well. I think the lady in the shop likes me,” Roy chuckled.
Riza felt her stomach twist and the bubbling, happy feeling which had been fizzing within her died.
Crumbled into ash.
“Oh?”
Riza buried it. Buried it deep and locked it down tight. Jealousy had no place here and she was too old, too mature, now, to even consider such a thing.
“Yeah. She was very sweet and kind.”
Roy was a friend. An old friend, who she loved dearly.
Nothing more.
Never mind the fact he’d called Riza and been on the first train back when he learned how her father’s health had taken a downturn. Riza had presumed it was to ask her father about flame alchemy while he still had the chance, but in response to voicing her assumptions to him, Roy’s gaze has hardened. His jaw had locked and he hadn’t looked happy about something. He’d even gone as far to leave the room and once he’d returned, a few hours later, he’d looked dejected, but resigned.
Riza still hadn’t figured out why he’d acted and looked that way. And their friendship felt slightly different because of it.
But perhaps it was simply Riza’s imagination.
“What’s wrong?”
Riza startled and suddenly, he was there. At her elbow. Roy even lifted a hand to grasp her elbow gently, initiating contact with his thumb and forefinger which made her stomach flutter with troublesome butterflies, as it always did.
“What do you mean?”
His eyes searched her face, his brow furrowed and face concerned. Riza just averted her gaze, turning back to dinner before Roy could see too much. Before he could figure anything out she’d rather keep hidden for the sake of their friendship.
Her one-sided affections were hers, and hers to deal with alone. She would not burden him with them.
“Huh.”
Riza didn’t dare look at him, but his sudden response confused her. “What?”
“Nothing.” Roy sounded so nonchalant, such a twist from how he’d looked just a moment ago, which brought Riza’s attention back to him. But Roy had already turned away and was walking over to the kitchen table to unpack his shopping bags.
Riza dropped it. She didn’t want to dwell for too long on what he’d meant by that innocent “nothing”. That sudden realisation which laced his tone.
Her poor heart had endured and suffered enough recently, and she didn’t want to add anymore pressure to it. She owed herself that much currently, at the very least.
Roy appeared by her elbow again, making Riza’s heart jump and stutter. “Is there anything you need me to do?”
“Um…” Her brain was scrambled. Disjointed after trying to make sense of what had just happened between them.
But Roy waited patiently for her brain to stop short circuiting and catch back up with the present.
“Actually… Yes. Would you mind mashing the potatoes?”
Roy beamed at her. “I would love nothing more, Riza,” he replied rather dramatically, equipped with a wink.
Her stomach tumbled again, but Riza forced her brain to reign it in. She reminded herself he was just being Roy. Playful and fun.
The complete opposite of her.
But… Riza was slowly learning. Thanks to him. Thanks to his influence.
She was grateful for that, at least.
Roy rolled up his sleeves, exposing his now toned forearms, and Riza quickly darted her gaze away, unable to linger on the sight for too long. She studied the stew within the pot before her as if her life depended upon it instead, ignoring the young man working methodically (muscles flexing and all) and humming quietly – while so at ease – by her side.
Side by side, they cooked. For each other. For themselves.
A small smile teased Riza’s lips at the domesticity of it all. It tugged at her heart strings. It brought her a sliver of dangerous hope. A childish vision of the future. It made her insides bunch up at the thought of him doing it with someone else… That lady in the shop perhaps, whoever she was…
Despite it all, Riza had never been happier in that moment.
Right now, he was here with her.
No one else.
That may be the case in the future – and that was okay. Riza could make peace with that, for his sake and his happiness. Her little, budding – but difficult – feelings for her friend would never be voiced or known.
And that was okay.
They’d disappear eventually, Riza was sure. If he found someone, it would be all right. Because in the end, Riza would still have him as a friend. She’d still have him in her life.
And that was enough.
She wasn’t brave enough to lose him.
(Just yet).
It would be too much for him to give up everything for her. Far too much. He had his goals and his dreams, and she was a quiet, lonesome man’s daughter. She had nothing at all to offer, but she could still be his friend. Throughout it all, without fail, she’d offer all the support she had for him to see everything he desired come to fruition.
Yeah…
That would be enough…
Riza supposed.
“Riza?”
“Hm?”
“For the record, the lady in the shop was in her seventies. Nothing to get jealous over.”
Riza whipped around and smacked him on the arm with carrot while he guffawed away to himself.
* * * * * * *
Riza knocked on the Colonel’s door. Hayate whined quietly by her side and sat in place patiently as he waited for his second favourite human to make an appearance.
It was adorable how he’d taken to him.
(Riza understood the feeling.)
“Lieutenant!” Roy’s smile was like a beacon in the dark. It transformed his entire face, and he perked up instantly as soon as he set eyes on her.
Again, Riza understood the feeling.
Intimately.
“Good evening, Colonel.”
He opened the door further and stepped aside, inviting them inside his home. “Come on in.”
Hayate was eager and was already tugging on the lead as he hurried towards the Colonel to jump around his shins.
He was a good dog. He never really bothered or pestered anyone – except her and Roy. As soon as he was around either of them, he begged for attention, eager for pets, and always wanted to be the centre of attention. Every time. He loved them both unconditionally and equally, it seemed.
Riza adored him for it.
Roy chuckled and crouched to pay attention to his adopted little dog while Riza walked inside and shed her coat. Ever the gentlemen, Roy raised from his crouch – much to Hayate’s vocal dismay – and offered to take her coat and hang it up.
“How are you today?”
Always asking after her. Always enquiring how she was doing.
“I’m fine, sir. And thank you for the invite. It was much appreciated, as always.” Riza turned to Hayate who was staring adoringly up at Roy. “Hayate missed you, so I’m sure he was grateful for the opportunity to visit.”
“Just Hayate?”
Riza narrowed her eyes at him, watching as his danced as a smile teased his lips.
“Yes,” she deadpanned.
Roy’s mouth parted in mock shock as he placed a hand upon his chest, over his heart, before breaking out into laughter.
He even stuck his tongue out at her.
Just like he did as a boy.
“Come in.” Roy gestured further into his home. “I know I promised a lovely, relaxing evening,” he winked, “but it seems I’m still having some trouble.”
Riza’s concern for him instantly flared as he lifted his hands, wiggling his fingers and inadvertently brandishing his scarred palms from the Promise Day.
“I could use a hand in the kitchen, if you wouldn’t mind, Lieutenant,” he smiled sheepishly. “I tried already… with disastrous results.”
Riza opened her mouth to reply, only to be halted by a different smile, one which spread across Roy’s face and softened his features entirely. “I thought we could cook together. Just like old times.”
His sweet, boyish smile transported her back through the years, to all the times they’d done this before.
A million times before.
Some of the happiest moments of Riza’s life.
And Riza’s heart tugged at the nostalgia of it all. At how he’d remembered she’d once quietly admitted it was one of her favourite memories of her childhood with him – when they’d worked and cooked together. Provided for themselves and one another. At its basest, given each other the gift of care and sustenance.
And he’d remembered.
Riza rolled up the sleeves of her cardigan. The Colonel’s eyes sparkled with delight at her acceptance.
“Is there anything you need me to do?”
Their age-old question to one another.
Something that was just theirs.
“Why yes, Riza, I do believe there is.”
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#royai#royai fic#royai fanfic#young royai#three wee moments as a thanks for the prompt <33333#tysm MWAH it was the BEST prompt ILY#u brought me back to royai after my spur of the moment desire to write for them hehehe ur power <3#emma writes#ask#tsaritsa
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Happy birthday!!! 🩷
@birdietrait @rainymoodlet
thank you so much lovelies!!! 😙🫶 I appreciate it sm ❤️
#asks#acuar-io#birdietrait#rainymoodlet#ily everyone tysm again for the birthday messages <3#every single one made me so happy :D
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Do you have a playlist for wishing well? ‘‚:3
i actually do i fear. sigh. i've been waiting for this day to come. here's the link:
it's been on private since the existence of the fic cuz i was too lazy to organize it in like. a semi-comprehensive order for the fic but i just did it now cuz i've been meaning to do it forever! here's kind of like a table of contents so to speak of the playlist
song 1: just the namesake of the fic and an amazing description of macdennis's relationship tbh, wanted to start out strong
songs 2-10: i would say this is kind of early macdennis from dennis's pov (highschool through college years probably); lots of confusion and denial and a balance love/hate of mac, he's unable to come to terms with things
song 11: can't forget this one !
songs 12-18: early macdennis (highschool through early college years) from mac's pov; lots of extreme pining and shame and feeling so in love while thinking its unreciprocated
songs 19-22: later seasons macdennis, more toxic
songs 22-26: songs about dennis leaving for north dakota and mac not wanting him to go/dennis wanting mac to tell him to stay but neither of them say anything...season 12 ddl finale vibes/boggs episode
songs 27-33: between season 12 and season 13 of sunny as well as tgmpga premiere of s13 where mac is coping with dennis being gone and trying and failing to move on
songs 34-42: s13 and s14 vibes where mac is extremely needy/dependent and wants to impress dennis and make things how they used to be while dennis just keeps denying everything and is a bastard man
songs 43-45: finally, the meat and potatoes; this is likely where i'd say the beginning of wishing well starts (chapters 1/2/3)
songs 46-53: chapters 4/5/6--mostly when mac and dennis start banging tbh--when dennis starts realizing more and more of his feelings (and continues to deny them)
songs 54-60: chapter 7--aka dennis being a little bitch and grieving the relationship that he fucked up
songs 61-63: chapter 8 i guess since that's more of an epilogue-y chapter, or at least i have it planned out that way-- mostly just a few great macdennis dynamic songs
honestly, if you've gotten this far through the post, i will say that wishing well, savior complex, bodybag, and killer are some of my absolute favorite macdennis songs on that list and i hope you enjoy this playlist as much as i do!
#iasip#macdennis#dennis reynolds#mac mcdonald#wishing well#emma’s asks#feel free to send suggestions to me but i’d prefer if you don’t add songs directly to the playlist in case it gets too messy ! tysm ily#i will update eventually don’t worry !#actually graduated college lol so#let’s hope i can get out of this writers block#cries
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hihihi first off, i just wanted to say i love ur art sm! its so comforting, smtg abt the colour pallette and the hair its perfect (i think itd taste like cinammon).
secondly, someone made a kunizai edit with some of ur art in it! (dw they credited u). idk if uve seen it but in case u hvnt: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGenAd6Qg/
hv a good day/night 🥰
hiiii omg!! cinnamon is a new one i’ll be sure to note that down in “ways my art is described with food”
also omg knkdz edit⁉️⁉️ wish they had asked first but i’m glad they gave credit
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I love the way you draw it makes me so happy. The colors are just incredible, the render is also amazing. I LOVE IT SMSMSMSMSM sudgejebeuzbdjenhwien !!!!!!!!
AWHAFUWFA THANK YOU SM ANON ILL SOBBBB
#falling to my knees#you’re too kind tysm ily#i haven’t honestly drawn in WEEKS but this is INVIGORATING#i don’t have time to draw but my brain is running in circles rn telling me i do LOL#spoon speaks#asks
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY BESTIE OMGGGGG HOPE U HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY I LOVE YOU AND ALL THE WONDERFUL TAGS YOU LEAVE IN MY ART IT TRULY MEANS A LOT…..
ALSO ALL OF UR BSD ANALYSIS KEEPS ME ALIVE AND WELL FED TYSM FOR UR SERVICE
WISHING YOU A WONDERFUL BIRTHDAY FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹
RAHHH LOTUS MY LOVE TYSM 😭🥹🥹 I LOVE YOU & ALWAYS ENJOY OUR CHATS AND SEEING YOUR RB TAGS IN MY NOTIFS HEHE
OMG I’M HONORED THAT YOU READ MY ANALYSES TY TY & ITS MY PLEASURE TO LEAVE TAGS ON THE YUMMY ART YOU PROVIDE FOR US TO MUNCH ON 🥰🥰
THANK YOU SM FOR THE BIRTHDAY WISHES BBG IMY & HOPE YOURE DOING WELLLL 🩷🩷🩷 YOU BETTER BE TAKING CARE OF YOURSELF YA HEAR 🫵🏻🫂🫂
#asks 💌#ily lotus i hope senior yr isn’t too stressful#i hope we can talk again soon imyyy <33333#tysm again for the birthday wishes this made me smile so big mwah <333
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I'm proud of you
tysm anon <33333 ily whoever u are !!!!! have a lovely day
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CHARACTER ASK GAME
Pete "Maverick" Mitchell + 21, 24 and 25?
✨ send me a number and a character! ✨
21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?
i actually already answered this question here, so i will give an honorary mention for this ask, in addition: i am a big fan of the whole tgm-mav-lowkey-being-the-daggers'-friends'-cool-dad trope. like. the idea that they get to know him after the mission and he's obviously taken a genuine interest in all of them and their wellbeing so they all just...stay in touch. the idea that the call and check up on him when they know rooster is deployed, that they start to leave a few extra things at mav's place because he usually hosts their squad movie nights and it's just easier to crash there sometimes, that they realize he doesn't have many people to spend the holidays with now outside of obviously bradley, and they all come together and drag him to a surprise christmas party with them before they go on their own leave for their respective family christmases. that's their emotional support old navy captain and if u wanna mess w him u gotta get thru 11 daggers and 1 son first so good luck!!!
that being said, tho, it can go too far i think, if we're not careful. barring a couple specific circumstances (jake and whatever fucked up childhood/non-existent parental relationships he has had comes to mind) the daggers all have families of their own, and entire lives before meeting mav. i don't think he's like. their DAD per se. he's their friends' cooler than expected dad ('your dad is an ace? that's so cool! i wonder if he has any stories to tell us! he once flipped off a mig while inverted? THATS SO COOL') that they can become friends with and look out for too, and i KNOW he'll be looking out for them. if they need anything he's right there, because that is within his nature. but for the most part, they're all adults who have friendships, and not like. Extra Children. if you know what i mean. except for jake idk i think he needs a role model or something but i guess that makes mav a secret third thing to him idk
24. what other character from another fandom reminds you of them?
oof that is tough!! i think that on most levels, mav is very different from the characters in other fandoms that i have imprinted on the most, so i'm not going to be able to do a 1:1 comparison here. but believe it or not the very first character that came to mind for me is ezra standish from the magnificent seven tv series, and it's not an exact match but i'm just going to provide my presentation on the matter (i am specifically comparing tg86 mav with ezra bc i have no one to compare tgm mav with lol):
horrible quality images (yes i did make these gifs but theyre very old so lets not talk about it lol) bc this is an obscure 1990s b-budget tv show shot on vhs probably. but this guy right here is either the second or third youngest member of his found family group (the seven ~lawmen~ a local circuit judge hires to manage an old west territory because it's so dangerous the sheriff and deputy he'd previously appointed ran out on the job). he's very accomplished at what he does, for his age, and has had way too many shitty life experiences and is much too world-weary already. everyone who works with him comes into it with a preconceived notion of how he's going to be. and how could they not? it isn't that the other six guys are short-sighted in assuming, exactly. ezra is direct about who he is and what he stands for, downright in your face about it, actually. you expect him to be kind of an arrogant asshole, and he tells you he's gonna be one. and then, for a while anyway, he kind of is.
loner type, doesn't need anyone, he's going to do everything his way because he knows best, needlessly theatrical about it in the process. they expect him to run out on them during their battle, and he does.... kind of. but he also comes through for them in a critical moment when he's needed most and they least expect him to do it, single-handedly taking out multiple enemies to save their lives. immediately, he adopted into the group, essentially, but ezra doesn't know enough about really having friends to recognize that it's happening until much later. additionally, his entire life and livelihood is overshadowed by his mother (who can be seen sitting in the bg of the larger gif), who is still very much alive, in his case, but whose actions and words define him, whether he wants them to or not. he had a shitty childhood bouncing between a hundred strangers' and distant family members' homes alike and is just overflowing with abandonment issues, and he expects the other six to give up on him at the drop of a hat, but they never do.
25. what was your first impression of this character? how about now?
the very first time i ever saw top gun was before tgm was ever a thing. i remember my favorite character being goose (isnt he always tho <3) and thinking mav was kind of a bland action hero guy with a story arc i did not understand at all or care about. i was like fifteen, tho, and hadn't seen hardly any movies or tv shows at the time because i had a kind of weird sheltered from media sort of childhood, so i don't think i had rly learned HOW to watch and interpret media and characters yet, tbh. when the sequel was coming out i rewatched top gun with my partner in preparation bc my parents were making me watch the new one, and they had never seen it. i was like oh !!! he's smol and traumatized. i bet there's fic about him and that blonde guy. i should look that up later. and then we watched tgm and that was it for me. i was like never mind him and that blonde guy i need to know if hIS RELATIONSHIP WITH HIS SON TURNS OUT OK......MY HEART..... and that was that lol. my dna has not been the same since <3
#star unasks#daffodilstark#TYSM FOR THE ASK !!! and for giving me a platform to/putting up w me going off about my mega obscure blorbo ezra standish. im love him#hes not a one to one for mav but probably the closest option i could think of if you only talk about the highlights that are similar lol.#asks are so much fun thank u for sending them ily <3<3#mine#top gun#stars scribbles
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i think you’re so so cool and kind and neat and talented and overall an incredible person
apfkwlwlfn ty anon <3333
#these are so sweet omg..#ily anon <3#tysm#songbird gets an ask#songbird is silly#ask game#what does anon think of me
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Merman Suguru needs his arms to crawl. When unburdened, he's actually fairly mobile on land and can drag himself the 50 feet or so to Y/N's house with not that much trouble. He can stay out of water for at least a couple hours, and he has the mobility (and gracefulness) comparable to a seal on land.
Problem is, when he's carrying a bunch of treasures and seashells and maybe a fish as a snack over to Y/N. With his arms full, he can hardly move and is basically reduced to trying to push the heap of gifts forward with both arms while squirming and pushing with his tail behind him. He doesn't get very far.
Y/N hears the commotion and runs outside to see him exhausted and annoyed. He's not leaving any of his stuff, dammit! Y/N suggests he carry a backpack or something next time to keep his arms free.
Mer Suguru has no idea what a backpack is.
😭😭😭😭 ANON I LOVE THIS MAN SO FUCKING MUCH YOU GUYS HAVE MADE ME OBSESSED THIS IS SO??????? this is canon mer!sugu to me he’s so stubborn and annoying but also suchhh a sweetheart…. the fish snacks 😭😭 i’m just imagining him leaving raw fish at your doorstep the way cats do with mice LMAOO ……
no but anon do you realize how ADORABLE this is he’s just trying soooo hard to carry his gifts… struggling to flop his tail…… T_T…. HE’S THE CUTESTTTT i can imagine him being so embarrassed when reader sees but also refusing their help bc who do you think he is??? ”he’s not leaving any of his stuff, dammit!” LITERALLY THIS….
and just… the mental image of mer!sugu w a backpack………. 😭😭😭😭 yeah. i fear he has bewitched me
#my anons working together to force me into writing another suguru fic LMAOO#its too tempting …..#im alr in the process of writing the outline for it 😭😭😭 he’s just the most endearing guy ever??#like he’s sooo gorgeous so powerful and dangerous but he’s also such a little loser and that’s PEAK sugu to me <333#anon tysm for this delightful little ask ily 🫂🫂🫂#imagine having to explain to ur neighbours why ur doorstep is always covered in raw salmon 💀💀#ask tag ✩#mer!sugu <33
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