#wish me a good luck and if you feel like chatting i may very well be up for it tonight

[importantword]

✨️ Mirror pictures in freezing weather ✨️

[gabessquishytum]

The ask about alpha Dream dicking alpha Hob so good he not only becomes an omega but gets pregnant has not left my brain. Like, at all.

Add to that my love for beefcake omegas and we get Dream suffering because Hob's already glorious chest is even more glorious now that he's in the late stage of pregnancy, but he cannot do anything about it because Hob keeps complaining about how sensitive his chest is :(

Hob meanwhile is googling how many hints can you drop about wanting your alpha to play with your tits until you just have to outright tell him without making it weird because your relationship is new and not exactly clear.

Or less googling and more like starting a reddit thread because this is a niche issue but he needs advice damn it.

- 🍃

Deeply obsessed with this actually!!!!

I can imagine that the reddit thread goes a little like this.

morpheusalpha: I (35M, alpha) accidentally bitched someone and now he (33M, omega) is pregnant. At first we weren't together, but we have decided to pursue a relationship and we are very happy together. However, he is now reaching the late stages of pregnancy and I have become unreasonably obsessed by his breasts. He is now very well endowed and generally very uncomfortable (due to soreness) and I do not want to make him feel worse. How should I approach this issue?

----------weirddreammer: bro how do you accidentally bitch someone wtf

----------yourfavouritelibrarian: hello! i would recommend asking your omega partner how best you can help him. he may be very glad to have your attention on this newly developing part of his body! good luck to you both!

-----------newomega1389: omg I'm in the exact opposite situation to you!! I recently became an omega via bitching (best thing that ever happened to me btw) and I'm currently pregnant!! Tbh I wish my alpha would be interested in my tits, I'm a little shy about them but I really want him to touch and I'm super horny but I don't want to scare him off haha. Hopefully we both find a resolution!!

It takes them an unreasonably long time to work out that they're talking to each other on the same damn reddit thread. At least Hob can blame pregnancy-brain, Dream has no excuse for being oblivious. Except maybe that he was distracted by Hob’s new boobs...

In any case they finally have a chat about the issue, and both of them are thoroughly satisfied with the outcome. Hob feels truly like the happiest omega in the world as Dream kneads his full, sore tits and covers the newly burgeoning flesh in kisses. This is the life he was meant for. He can't wait for his milk to come in, so that he can provide for his child... and maybe let Dream have a suckle now and then. As long as he gives Hob a good long knotting in return!

[antvmnos]

headcanons wedding day (kuai liang ver.)

(kuai liang x reader)

you and kuai finally marriage each other.

afab, sfw, fluff, established relationship, reader is gender neutral.

You still don't believe that you are fulfilling an old desire, sometimes you think that everything is a distant dream. Something temporary. You pinch yourself to make sure you're not dreaming. You really aren't.

You opted for the traditionality of the clan and culture, even in the costumes. His and Kuai's clothes were beautiful and boasted the pomp of the clan, - courtesy of the Grandmaster - they were custom made with the Lin Kuei emblem adorning his and yours as well. You wanted something simple, but this was a gift. You can't refuse.

Both decided to hold the ceremony in the fire gardens. Not all guests would be able to withstand Artika's biting cold. Even you have problems with the harsh climate of that place, but you try hard for your brother-in-law. In fact, you and he have differences - including the fact that you are not only marrying Kuai, but also their clan - but Bi-Han was apparently satisfied with the marriage. Tomas, who you always considered important, also rooted for you, that's why he was the best man.

The ceremony was planned to be low-key, low-key, with only the most important people present who you knew and cared about.

Everything that was planned and organized for months went smoothly. The setting sun illuminated the fire gardens. Lord Liu Kang was the host, wishing you congratulations and blessings on this day, a request from Kuai Liang out of respect for what he stood for, that you may have good luck and health until the end of your days. It was exciting. You cried.

Kuai couldn't take his eyes off you all day as he chatted with guests and received congratulations. You were as beautiful as cherry blossoms in spring. From afar, whenever your eyes meet he smiles at you and you feel like a clumsy idiot blushing, as if it was the first time you were seeing him.

You acted perfectly throughout the event and made sure not to leave anyone unattended, always paying attention to everyone equally to ensure they were enjoying this special moment. You are very lucky to have him.

bonus scene

"So...what should I call you now? Hot girl? Hot, icy girl? Tell me you understand it's a game of ice and fire!" Johnny asks.

"Johnny, shut your damn mouth or we'll be expelled!" Kenshi whispered, leaning on his shoulder.

"No! Wait a minute, I have a better idea! So... How about girl on fire like the Alicia Keys song?"

You've gotten used to his way. You just laugh, without understanding who this woman from the earthrealm is.

"I appreciate your efforts on the names, Johnny. Thank you."

"You know I'm the best, don't you?"

Kenshi sighs. 

[asordinaryppl]

A3! Homepage Lines - New Year 2025

graphics and proofreading by myuntachis

text version under the cut!

Spring Troupe

Sakuya: Look! The area around the dormitory is covered in snow! We can make as many big snowmen as we want!

Masumi: I made a snow hut for you. I also warmed it up so you can come in and relax.

Tsuzuru: I helped Sakuya make a snowman, but he might’ve turned too big ‘cause we worked on him together…

Itaru: Everyone’s energetically playing outside even though it’s this cold… I’ll go back in once I’m done making this Sakuya snowman.

Citron: I dragged out Itaru and Chikage who wouldn’t come outside! We’ll have family fun in the snow hut!

Chikage: Making snowmen in the snow hut… It’s like we’re in a secret base, but we’re so loud that we’d be found out immediately.

Summer Troupe

Tenma: They’re blowing up the LIME chat… Well, it’s like we’re spending time together even though we’re not in the dorm, so it’s not so bad.

Yuki: My LIME notifs have been going crazy since the new year started… Well, that’s the Summer Troupe for you.

Muku: Kyu-chan sent a picture of his New Year’s Eve jump, and it made me start the new year with a smile.

Misumi: Everyone’s been sending lots of messages! I’m gonna send the first triangle I found this year too~!

Kazunari: Lots of happy new year messages are coming through! I’m super happy seeing my notifs bar all filled up!

Kumon: I took a selfie while doing my New Year’s Eve jump, but it’s all blurry…! I wanna try again!

Autumn Troupe

Banri: My fortune? I got great luck, obvs. And? What did you get, Director-chan?

Juza: Omi-san said any small rice cakes we got left from the New Year’s will be turned into sweet red bean soup… Guess I’ll pray we have lots of leftovers.

Taichi: They say that if you reveal your wish from your first shrine visit, it won’t come true! That’s why I’m not tellin’ you or anyone else, Teach!

Omi: It sure is cold outside. Should I make some rice cake soup when we get back from our first shrine visit of the year to warm everyone up?

Sakyo: It’s even colder than yesterday today. But that’ll make the amazake at the shrine feel even better. How ‘bout you have some too, Director-san?

Azami: When I lived at my family home, Dad and I would do our first shrine visit of the year together. It’s like an annual event for? Ginsenkai.

Winter Troupe

Tsumugi: Us Winter Troupe are all doing our first calligraphy of the year together. It’s pretty hard when you don’t use a brush very often.

Tasuku: I never know what to write when it’s time to do my first calligraphy of the year… The others are off in their own world and being no help at all.

Hisoka: They told me to write my favorite words for my first calligraphy, so I wrote “Marshmallow”. It’s pretty much my favorite.

Homare: I wrote a poem for my first calligraphy of the new year! Even when composed through calligraphy, my poems are simply sensational!

Azuma: I couldn’t pick what to write, and Guy gave me a dictionary of idioms. Searching for something good to write can be fun too.

Guy: Many four-character idioms are difficult to understand because we don’t use them in everyday conversations. I do hope the dictionary will be useful…

Backstage

Matsukawa: Your wish ought to come true when you donate a lot! O God, clean up the warehouse this year~!

Tetsuro: … Happy…  New Year… May you… be blessed by fortune…

Akashi: I got to work on lots of performances this past year… I hope I can produce many good lightings this year too…

Rento: Ta make up for all the work I had near the end of tha year, I’m gonna kick back ‘n sleep in during the holidays~ Nice ‘n comfy.

Sakoda: The first sunrise of the year was so beautiful, I’m willin’ to bet only good things will happen this year!

[sl-newsie]

Query: Q x 00 Agent- Ch. 2: Mrs. White

Thankfully on top of Bond’s knowledge of being a spy, I’ve also picked up on his knowledge of proper dress attire. My apartment’s closet may be small, but I’ve filled any available closet space with clothing for every kind of occasion. Tonight, I decide on an emerald green dress with a v-neck. Not short enough to be distracting, but something a nun might frown at. Paired with silver earrings and simple black flats, my appearance seems reasonable.

“Wish me luck, Cricket.” I give a wave goodbye to the gray tabby as I shut the door.

M seems to have spared no expense, because when I exit my apartment building I find a sleek black Bentley waiting for me. The driver ushers me in without a word and drives straight to the glamorous Blixen. It’s mid-evening, which has produced a decent crowd of wealthy patrons. If it weren’t for my business here I’d feel very out of place. I walk up to the host, about to question about a table-

“Ah, Mrs. White. Your husband is expecting you!” The host greets me and begins leading me down the aisle.

Husband?! Is this what Bond goes through on a daily basis? This new Quartermaster better be as nice as Eve insists, because this whole situation feels like a gag. The host shows me to a table near the back next to a window that displays a gorgeous view of the city. It’s empty, meaning that my ‘husband’ is yet to show.

“Mr. White said he was running late, but you should still order anything you like. Our special tonight is lamb and chickpea stew. Please, enjoy!”

“Many thanks to you, sir.”

I unfold the menu and discreetly begin searching the surrounding patrons for any potential threats. There are none, only a few happy drunks near the bar. I check my watch, seeing that ten minutes have passed. Is this whole thing a joke-?

“Well hello there, Mrs. White.”

My made-up name almost makes me smile. The voice that said it seems strange, almost-

I look up, and almost think the lanky man has the wrong table. His face is young enough to pass as a college bloke, almost child-like. Dark, quirky eyebrows are arched over his brown eyes, full of curiosity. Simple glasses with a black lining cover these inquiring eyes. He’s wearing a very elegant suit, though not as expensive as Bond’s. Coincidentally his tie’s color is almost identical to my dress. I’ll admit he does clean up nice for a younger fellow. If it weren’t for his disheveled brown hair I’d say he was on a first date trying to impress me.

“Hello, Mr. White. I didn’t think they’d allow anyone to have such a messy haircut. I'm even required to keep mine up.”

The geeky man seems unfazed by my comment and settles down in the chair across from me, giving the menu a good search. 

“I don’t do field work.”

My face can’t suppress a smirk. “Of course. You’re just the nerd behind the computer.”

Now I’ve got his attention because his eyes shift up to look at me, almost seeming to belittle me. “I’m the nerd behind the computer that can save your life, agent. Do you want this evening’s conversation to be effective or would you rather go down the street to the local pub to chat in a more childish manner?”

We’re left in a silent glaring battle. How does this guy have just as much spunk as Bond? I’ve not known him for five minutes and he’s already referred to me as a child. Two can play at that game.

“I don’t intend to chat with someone who’s mother still ties his shoes. Either tell me why M sent you to mock me or I am leaving.”

The man keeps a laid-back demeanor as he rises and rounds the table to lean down and whisper: “Pardon my french, love, but I’m your fucking Quartermaster and you better listen if you want to make it through your next mission alive. Do I make myself clear?”

His icy words leave me stunned, only being able to nod in response. Thankfully the waiter arrives now to save me from more arguing.

“Good evening, Mr. White. What will you be having this evening?”

“I will only have a cup of hot tea. Earl Gray, please.”

The waiter is surprised by this simple request, as am I. But he masks it well and turns to take my order.

“I’ll have a lavender lemonade martini.”

“Really, dear? I thought you might be hungry.” God this man really gets on my nerves.

“I lost my appetite,” I reply sweetly but with fiery eyes.

Once the waiter leaves looking rather frazzled, the Quartermaster gives me a skeptical look. “I see you picked up Bond’s love for alcohol.”

I shake my head and toy with the silverware. “Not in the slightest. I just really like lemonade. But if I’d ordered that you’d think I was a child compared to your choice of grown-up tea.”

He actually laughs at my small joke. “Earl Gray tea, only the best. But I wouldn’t think of you differently if you ordered lemonade.”

“Hm. So you don’t like alcohol?”

“I don’t drink on the job. Matter of fact, I don't drink at all.”

The waiter is very quick to drop our drinks off despite me trying to give him a friendly smile.

“Very mature of you. Yet it’s strange of you to only order a cup of tea in a fancy place like this. Ever been here, Quartermaster?”

The man sips his steaming mug of tea. “First, call me Q. It’s much easier. Second, no I’ve never been here. This is probably the most expensive restaurant I’ve ever set foot in.”

“So we both agree that M has exquisite taste?”

“Yes. Speaking of which, let’s get back to the task at hand.” Q pauses to take out a messenger bag he’s brought with him, then pulls out a silver necklace with a blue pendant on it. “For you, Mrs. White.”

“Thank you, dear husband,” I mock in the same cheesy tone. “If this whole dinner was to bribe me with jewelry then M obviously doesn’t know me so well.”

“Haha, we’re all laughing,” Q states dryly as his steady hands clip it around my neck. “It’s actually a disguised tracker. And this-” He pulls out a small box from his bag and opens it to reveal a pouch. “This is a sheath for one of our best non-metallic knives. Undetectable, very elegant and light weight. Which is why I named it Mrs. White in your honor.”

“Yeah, um, why the whole charade of you and me? You could’ve just said we were two old friends meeting for a chat.”

“People don’t ask questions when a married couple is involved,” Q replies lazily as he hands me the knife sheath. “It’s designed for you to wear it anywhere in order to avoid suspicion.”

I smirk. “Oh, like my bust?”

Q doesn’t even flinch. “Yes. Obviously Bond’s also schooled you in flirting, so this jewelry as you called it should suffice.”

“You’re having me model the necklace.” I raise a brow. “Would you have me try on the sheath as well?”

Q takes a deep breath. “Moving on. With the state Bond’s left the current espionage situation in, he’ll be sent to Hong Kong and you to Ireland.”

I almost choke on my drink. “You’re splitting us up? Bond and I are usually joined at the hip for missions.”

This seems to pinch something in Q. In the corner of my eye I see his eyes flick up to search my face for something.

“Figuratively or literally?”

Is this jealousy I detect? “Oh don’t flatter me. Bond never acts like that with me. He knows I put business before pleasure. So why Ireland?”

Q relaxes and takes another sip of this tea. “Closer to home. Better for us to keep an eye on you.”

My nose scrunches. “Are you saying I need a babysitter?”

“In a word, yes. You’re one of our youngest agents, which is why you’ve always been paired with someone.”

I take a good swig of spiked lemonade, then stare him square in the face. “Alright, just say it. You don’t think I’m qualified. You’re just like my last Quartermaster, who thought I belonged as a secretary. I may be young, but I am not dumb, Q. Just ask M. She knows I can go the distance.”

No matter how hard I’ve trained I never seem to control my temper. My own self-pride seems to betray me in delicate situations, and this is probably going to make Q dislike me even more.

However Q seems to take my small outburst surprisingly well. He finishes his tea and takes another deep breath. “I understand, agent. Being one who is also part of the outnumbered youth, I’m afraid our stereotyping of being under qualified only dissipates with age. But please let me finish: This time we are sending you on a solo mission under careful surveillance.”

Did- Did I hear that right? Solo mission? Bond guessed I wouldn't be eligible for those for years.

“Are you bluffing? How on Earth did I get waved for a solo mission?”

Q smiles at my giddy reaction. “I pulled a few strings. M and Eve both told me you could handle it.”

Keeping silent, I rise, move around the table, and pull in a surprised Q for a tight hug.

“Oh thank you! Thank you!” I whisper with contained excitement.

Q keeps stiff as a board, then grunts. “Um, first off, no hugging the Quartermaster.”

“Why? Are you a germaphobe?”

“I don’t do hugs.”

I partake in his request and release him, still smiling like a madman. “Ah. So how about a handshake?”

He considers this, then nods. “That’s acceptable.”

I vigorously grab his skinny hand and give it a firm shake. “I will not disappoint you!”

Q finally mirrors my smile as we begin to make our way to the cashier. “Better not, darling. I’d hate to have to attend your funeral.”

[guiraguira]

Hello! I saw that you posted how guys would react to a naughty video of his gf, can I ask Gentaro x fem reader, who pranks Gen by sending her a picture saying she's horny but really she's just bored being alone?

It's okay if you don't want to write it, but there are so few Gentaro stories u.u

Was a lie ✨

Hi! That possibility had not occurred to me, but of course! Plus it sounds like a lot of fun!

Warnings: A bit of a hint about sex, but nothing overt. spicy photos

Gentaro x reader

It was already your second day off that you didn't spend with him because his schedules don't match, you knew he was in a meeting with his editor and hopefully, maybe he'll be back by nightfall, they could still share some time together, but it wasn't the same.

You're about to send him a message just to wish him luck in the interview when it occurs to you that you could play a little prank on him. Followed by your good luck wishes, you ask if it really is a long time before he arrives.

"I know, sorry honey... the meeting hasn't started yet" after taking some time he writes another message "I'll make up for it, I promise it won't happen again" you feel a little guilty for what you're going to do after reading that last one.

Lying on the bed, you undress keeping your underwear, placing a hand on your crotch and squeezing it with your thighs, looking for the best angle before taking a photo and sending it "Gentaro, I don't think I can take much more" just a few minutes pass before he sees it.

Your message remains seen for a long time, you can see how he tries to write something but he deletes it repeatedly before finally replying to you. "It must be a joke, but thanks for the photo I'll save it well" oh, well it may be very obvious but don't let that win you over.

"Do I have to send you a video too?" This time he didn't answer, you thought he definitely hadn't fallen so you changed back, and you just went to bed to use your cell phone until you got bored. You were so bored being alone, you had nothing to do, not even your friends were available today.

You thought about cooking something to entertain yourself for a while, so you started looking for the ingredients to make a dessert. Taking a last look at Gentaro's chat in case he had responded, but he hadn't.

While you cook you keep thinking about how sad it is that their schedules don't match. Your mind wanders into future plans about his upcoming dates, picking a place to go immediately after he gets back. This time there would be no way for him to fail.

You were about to finish when you heard the front door open and the noise of footsteps at full speed in your direction. Without time to react, you remain paralyzed in place as you see Gentaro running with all his things in his hands, without seeing you with the sole objective of reaching the room.

"I'm here honey!" For a brief moment there is silence again and his footsteps become softer "s/o!" He opens the bathroom door, but since you're not there either he walks more slowly looking for you until he reaches the kitchen "s/o?" His face can barely express the confusion he feels.

"Gentaro? You didn't have a meeting?..." they exchange glances waiting for someone to explain "you sent me that photo and I thought... I was too late?" You blink without understanding what it means, until something clicks in your brain. "Oh, I was lying!" You laugh because you didn't think your joke had worked, it wasn't in your plans for him to leave the meeting in order to come and please you.

"Lying?" He says that word like he doesn't know it, he can't believe he fell for a joke. He feels so silly, but he was so excited to play with you. A mischievous smile begins to grow on his face as he slowly approaches you. "You won't get out of this so easy my pretty little heart and I'm not lying"

Trapping you in his arms, he tickles you with his fingers until you cry a couple of times. He interrupts your laughter by giving you a totally anticlimactic hungry kiss. He loves the sound of your laughter and will do everything he can to protect it, but he loves your moans even more, plus he has to make you pay for your little prank.

[pbandjesse]

It was so stupid humid and hot today. I was not thrilled. I tried my best to stay cool but the office never cooled down. And it made me very very uncomfortable. All I wanted was to leave i was so uncomfortable. But I stayed and did a lot of stuff. It was nice to accomplish things.

I did not sleep well though. I was up ever other hour. My brain wouldn't turn off. I had fallen asleep at like 930 and would wake up at 130, 330, and 530. So I let myself stay in bed until 730. I wasn't in a rush to get to camp.

James was laying on the floor when I got up. We hugged for a minute. James told me today would be good but I wasn't so sure. I wasn't in the best place.

But it would be a pretty good day overall. I got dressed and I thought I would be cool enough in my fashion sack dress but I would end up very hot. It was frustrating.

James made me cinnamon bread with the loaf they baked yesterday that came out very nice. They were going to go bike to the harbor and kayak for a little before coming home and getting washed before working evening hours tonight. I was glad they were going to have fun.

I drove to camp. I listened to music. When I got to camp I went immediately to Yukon to work on folding all the blankets and sheets. So many!! It would take about an hour to sort and fold and put everything away. I couldn't fit all the pillows we were keeping but I would put the last of them in a trash bag and would let the office know we needed another box.

I went to the office and was going to get to work on painting but then I couldn't open the door?? My key didn't open the door. I thought the handle was locked. But Heather and Elizabeth said that wasn't possible, that we didn't have a key for that. So I would just wait outside until someone else came in.

I would take apart my water bottle lid to wipe it down. And while I was sitting there a parent came by to pick up some lost and found items. She wished me luck getting into the building.

When Elizabeth got here it turned out the door was just jammed. The lock had only half unlocked and she was able to get it open. I felt a little dumb but it's fine.

I got my stuff inside. Found the rest of my feild trip materials has been delivered. Excellent. And I would let Elizabeth know I was going to go check about paint at the museum to paint the bathroom doors.

But when I got over there Bonnie was cleaning. And she asked if I could please come back at 1130. So I had almost two hours to waste.

I was very anxious about calling the park to talk to Kirk about the stone axes. But I would suck it up and call. And of course my phone kept dropping the call. So I had to call again!! On the landline!!! Terrifying.

But you would be very proud. I spoke clearly. I got the right person on the phone. I communicated the need and was able to coordinate him sending a ranger to camp tomorrow to pick up the box with the axe handles and stones to assess. And I left the conversation feeling really good about it! Even if calling makes me so anxious. The actual phone calls are always fine. It's the actual calling I hate.

It was just about time for me to go and paint. I drove up to art to drop off my field trip stuff. And got a paint brush. And drove to the lodge.

Bonnie was done cleaning and the floor was dry so I got to work. The paint is like a silicone and peels super easy once it's scratched. And the kids had peeled two layers of paint off. So it was pretty bad looking. I would try and build up the paint thick so the shape of the peeling/tearing doesn't show still. I think we may still need a second coat. But it was fun to paint.

I was using a stupidly small brush. Like a 2 inch little guy. But I think I did a good job. Only dripped on the floor a bit and cleaned it up right away.

While I waited for it to dry a bit I would text with my dad. Who is on the mend I think. It was nice to chat with him. I miss him dearly. And I hope we can drive up this labor day just to see them for a little bit.

The afternoon was a little harder for me. By 130 I ran out of my computer tasks. And the office was so hot. Lou brought in peach cake and I wanted to eat it so bad. Alexi would convince me to try a small piece and I would pull it apart and eat it in small pieces and it was really nice.

Eventually I asked for something to do please. I started to look into our vendor list to start making a preferred/recommend list. And eventually would stop that to work on collecting addresses and writing out letters to our counselors of the session and write out others for international staff's pay cards that came in late. It was fun to have a specific task and I had to do some research into writing addresses for Hungry and Turkey. And I finished right around 3.

And it was time for me to go. I was hot. And ready to go. So I said goodbye. And I'll be back next week. Wednesday actually. I have a lot of stuff going on the next week.

I decided I wanted to go to whole foods. I wanted pasta salad. And juice.

I would treat myself. I got three kinds of pasta salad. A mozzarella penne, a tortilla, and an orzo. I would also get a slice of pizza. And a strawberry apple juice. A sweet bread. And some yogurt. And some fall scented soaps. I was having a great time.

I ate my pizza in the car. The first half of it was so good. But then the second half felt to greasy and I felt sick again. Which made us mad. But I sipped my water and just focused on going home.

I listened to my podcast about weird little guys. And when I got home I made sure I parked on the right side of the street so I don't need to stress in the morning since I don't have to leave until 930.

I got inside and was happy to see Sweetp. I decided to take a shower first. Washed my hair. Scrub scrub scrub. It wasn't a cure all but it helped.

I would put away my groceries. Made a little bowl with all three pasta salads. The penne one is great. A classic. The tortellini is also very good. Probably my favorite but needed less olives and more feta. The orzo would be good but I don't like the texture of the pine nuts. They texturally felt like undercooked pasta. But the flavor was nice.

Between that and the juice it helped me feel better. And I've been hanging out in bed. Watching videos. Reading. Enjoying my evening. Texting with James. I hope they are having fun. It's apparently a very busy night and it's nice to hear that it's such a successful event. Love that.

Now though I am just going to chill. I am tired after not sleeping amazing last night. But hopefully tonight will be better.

Tomorrow I have a meeting at the flag house about a commission. Pretty excited about that. I hope it's a good day. I hope you all have a good day. I love you all. Goodnight!

[not-quite-there-myself]

Hello! I hope I’m not bothering or annoying you. Can I request you to write something really comforting w/ Fruit Tart and Whiskey (as a separate characters) in a format of headcanons? Like they’re calming (or at least trying to calm) gen neutral reader who had a really bad day. Or just what their methods of comforting someone are? Are they being gentle with you? Or are they can left you behind until you simply calm down yourself?

I’m sorry if im troubling you. Have a good day! Thank you so much for your blog, this is one of the most special places for me.

Combatting A Bad Day

A/N: You're not troubling me at all, anon! I'm so flattered that my blog is a special place for you, it makes me happy that you enjoy it here. Thank you for requesting, I hope you enjoy.

Fruit Tart

Fruit Tart sees you as an equal, and as her attendant she sees you as worthy of her time. But if you catch her having her tea time, you won't be in luck if you wish for her sympathy. Nothing matters more to her than that, not even you. However, if you leave her to her own time, she'll come see you on her own volition after she's had her tea. She may be a little arrogant, but she isn't so cold as to not pay attention to your downing mood. Fruit Tart would notice something like that anytime.

She's got a very direct personality; with a butterfly accompanying her, Fruit Tart asks you what the matter is without beating around the bush. If something is bothering her attendant, she would find it an inconvenience at most. It wouldn't do for her attendant to look as troubled as you are now. If she can do something to fix your state of mind, you best tell her. It isn't a suggestion, really. It's more like a demand.

No matter what reasoning you tell her, Fruit Tart can listen well. Even if she doesn't relate to what's making you feel upset, she still respects it without much judgement. On one hand, her hearing you out may help you feel better. On the other hand, no promises that she'll do everything she can to cheer you up.

Fruit Tart isn't the type to have an inspiring speech or a comforting collection of words to help you out of your rough day—calming someone down isn't exactly one of her strengths. In fact, she might get upset on your behalf listening to the day you had. How terrible it must've been... However, if you had a bad day because of a certain individual, she can help with that no problem. She isn't afraid to... have a chat with someone about how poorly they've treated you. If you just didn't feel like you had a good time in general, she might invite you to have tea with her next time the clock strikes four.

Whiskey

Whiskey notices when you've been feeling a little down, like the day hasn't been treating you well. Whether or not you seek him out is entirely up to you. He might give you a brisk visit, starting some small talk about your day to try to pry you open about how bad you're probably feeling. But if you show no signs of seeking someone out to confide in, he'll leave it at that and leave you to your own devices.

If you do choose to confide in Whiskey, he'll be ready to hear whatever you have to say. Venting or ranting to him won't shake him up in the slightest. He's had pretty rough business partners in the past likely much worse than any outburst you could possibly make. Would you like some comforting words? Advice? A distraction? Whiskey could probably find something to alleviate any undesirable feelings. His methods in calming down clients are flexible, depending on what they need. Your needs are no different.

He's a good talker and knows just how to ease someone out of an unhappy mood. He's calm and collected when talking to you, and his words are careful, sensitive to how you react to each sentence. Whiskey's good at keeping the peace when it counts. His neutral, undisturbed tone, as well as his stability and confidence to assist you in any means possible may help you feel less upset, too.

He's honestly so good at dealing with you that it feels suspicious, criminal. Oh, but you're his master. Whiskey insists that a simple chess piece like himself can only really do what he's supposed to, what he's commanded. He really doesn't mind what he does when it's you who asks him, especially when it's something as simple as comforting you after a bad day. Just know that if you ever need him again after another bad day, or a bad week, or even a bad month if it happens, he'll be there by your side to assist.

[wonderlandleighleigh]

Steve Rogers talks with you about toast

When I was eleven years old, my Ma came home with a pop-up toaster. 

It was 1929, and things were not going well for the American people. It was November, and the weather was getting cold. Food was getting a little hard to come by. Thankfully, Ma had a little job security, being a hospital nurse and all, but it wasn’t a sure thing. She knew she could be cut loose at any moment. 

But that night, plugging in our little metal toaster for the first time, she said “things may look bleak, Stevie. But at least we’ll have good toast.” 

When I got out of the ice, one of the biggest things that caused me anxiety was the idea that I wouldn’t like any of the new food available in the twenty-first century; that things would have changed so much that there would be nothing recognizable about what ended up on my dinner plate.

On my first day, Nick Fury took me out to breakfast. We didn’t talk much about what he wanted from me. We didn’t talk about what had happened to me. 

We talked about the menu. 

And on that menu? 

Rye toast.

I smiled so hard when I saw it that my face hurt.

Here’s something you might not know: Sarah Rogers and Winifred Barnes were very close friends. Neighbors, yes, and their sons were inseparable, but as two single mothers trying to make ends meet, they did all they could to support each other and keep each other safe. Mrs. Barnes didn’t speak much English, and she couldn’t read or write it, so when things came up that required explanation, my Ma was always there for her. 

And in return, Mrs. Barnes would make extra food for us. Ma worked, and she wasn’t really much of a cook, to be honest, god rest her soul.

But Winifred Barnes was amazing. And she was very good at lucking into food. A crate of potatoes once fell off of a truck right at her feet, and that tiny Jewish woman dragged it eight blocks home, and nobody stopped her. Neighbors and friends would hand her cuts of meat they didn’t know how to cook, and we’d all feast like kings. She kept ten bags of flour in her home at all times, even during the worst years of the depression. 

“Du hast mel, du hast broyt.” 

Yiddish for: “you have flour, you have bread.” 

Which brings me back to toast. 

In those days, butter, jam…hard to come by. We’d put gravy on the toast. Creamed corn. Ma read about tomato gravy: tomatoes, salt, flour. They used to put that on biscuits in the south.  

Every so often, Mrs. Barnes would luck her way into a box of fruit, and she’d make jam out of what she got. It was a treat back then! Sweet and sticky and satisfying. 

Now, today, it feels like there are endless things to put on toast. The most popular being egg, cheese and meat. 

Picture this: It’s three in the morning, you’ve just gotten your face punched in by a guy who should be dead, but keeps coming back, really for the specific purpose of punching you in the face. You turn a corner, and there is a lone shop with a light on. A corner bodega. You step in, and the clerk behind the counter’s first instinct is to reach for the emergency button under the counter, but then he recognizes your bruised face, and the shield you’re sliding into the holder on your back.

And he smiles. 

You limp up to the counter and you give a polite hello, even though one of your eyes is swelling shut a little, and request a sausage, egg and cheddar on an onion bagel.

Believe me, you’re not kissin’ anybody tonight, enjoy the onion.

And he hurries to make it for your, and you grab two waters out of the cold case: one for drinking and one for your face, and you pay (he offers it for free, but you insist, so he discounts it heavily), and soon, you’re eating your hot, gooey toasted bagel sandwich, leaning on the counter, chatting with the clerk about life, and how you wish New York had the climate to grow lemon trees, because lemons are so useful.

You may ask, “But Steve, that’s a bagel sandwich, that’s not really toast.” You toast the bagel, don’t you? Toast in my book.

You go home. You get a little sleep. You take a hot shower, and thank god that eye is healing up pretty well now, and then…

You pop some rye bread in your toaster, and once it’s popped, you scrape just a little butter on it, and then slather sweet, rich strawberry jam right on top. 

It’s quiet. There’s coffee. The toast has a good crunch, and the rye is thick enough to stand up to all that spread. 

And it’s a little piece of heaven right in your kitchen.

I keep hearing about avocado toast. People get really nuts about it, and I have to admit, I don’t get the hype, nor do I get the naysayers. This idea that an entire generation is too busy eating a fruit on a piece of toasted bread to get a job seems like something somebody who dislikes unions and paying fair wages would say. 

That’s an essay for another time.

For my money, if I’m going to be fancy about my toast, it’s going to involve fish and cream cheese. There were quite a few appetizing stores (shops that sell smoked and pickled fish instead of deli meat) in Brooklyn when I was a teen, and when we had a little money to burn, Bucky and I would hit one and I would get pickled herring: sour and fishy and filling as it was. 

And I know that’s not trendy now. It’s not what most people eat. But you might be surprised at how good it is if you give it a shot.

These days, when the mood strikes, I sneak into Russ and Daughters on Houston Street. I order my pickled herring and cream cheese on a toasted onion bagel (whoever I’m kissing is just going to have to suffer), a piece of cinnamon babka and a coffee. 

When Bucky is in town, he goes all out: lox and sable with dill horseradish cream cheese on a toasted everything bagel. He, too, does not care what the person he’s kissing thinks of his breath.

The bagels are always toasted perfectly. Browned and crisp, melting the cream cheese a little so the consistency is gooey and a good contrast to the cold, salty fish. 

I’ve decided, now that I have a little more free time, that I’m going to start making my own bread at home. See if I can get good at it. I do okay in the kitchen (Buck is way better than I am, having learned under his mother’s feet), and I’m hoping to get better. 

At the very least, I’ll have some toast

[bricommissions]

I couldn't check if you were doing this still, or how early the post was for the commission for the ask starter. Though I'm shooting a shot haha! Do ignore if you're not doing it ✨️

Preferred Name: Nyx

Age: 20 (Turning 21 this year whoop!)

Pronouns: She/They

Personality: I don't show too many emotions really. Most of the time I bounce off of other people's emotions/energy. What they give I give back. Otherwise I'm pretty laid-back and nonchalant. I also keep everything to myself, unless I choose to tell something. I might drop hints at wanting to, but I will not outright say what secret I want to tell about myself. I don't mind making new acquaintances or friends. I'm just super shy about it and anxiety ridden haha! I'd rather someone talk to me first. I don't open up easily and it takes time for me to actually trust someone with personal details about me. My friends say I'm the therapist and the mom of the group. I look out for other people more than I look out for myself. I'm empathetic and sort of a day dreamer. I may or may not also like to give random trinkets to people I care about as a symbol of trust

That's about it! I know Genshin Impact more than Emsamble Stars, so I'd like to see who my possible match could be from Genshin Impact.

I hope you have a great day/evening/night and a fabulous time in getting writing commissions! Wish you the best of luck!

hello & happy early 21st birthday to you, nyx !! i hope your special day is super awesome when it happens <3 thank you for the good luck wishes :D

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i'd ship you with : KAEYA ALBERICH !!

as soon as i read that you tend to keep to yourself & have a hard time opening up most of the time, i knew kaeya would be the man to want to genuinely understand all of you. he would try to get a read on you on numerous occassions. you capture his curiousity.

let's say you were in mondstadt for personal reasons that are entirely up to you. maybe you swing by the tavern to get to know some of the locals, but you don't go inside since you cannot legally drink just yet. kaeya would instantly notice the new face seated outside of the tavern chatting with passersbys.

he'd sit across from you in an empty seat with a polite "may i?" & instantly introduce himself. he catches the vibe of your somewhat secretiveness right away. he's pretty secretive himself. he'd make sure to remain friendly & talk in his low, soothing voice in case you're feeling anxious. a new city can be quite overwhelming, after all. he'd ask if you're settling in well & you both would hit it off pretty quickly. he forgets all about going inside of the tavern for an after work drink. he's far more interested in you.

every time you throw out a hint, he takes the bait. kaeya admits that you're the most interesting person he's spoken to all week. says that luck must be on his side for him to cross paths with you. the air between you is filled with warm laughter. he respects that you don't open up very easily since he is the same way. he doesn't pressure you.

once every single star is out in that night sky, kaeya walks you to your hotel room & bids you farewell. he's already excited to cross paths with you again. the cavalry captain hasn't felt excitement like this in far too long. for the duration of your trip, he makes an effort to cross paths with you & make sure you're doing alright. he is a gentleman, after all.

even though your time in mondstadt is not permanent, you see each other almost every day. when the time comes for you to leave, you take one of kaeya's hands & place a trinket of your choice into his hand with a promise to write. he keeps his hold on your hand as he gives you a deep bow of respect, letting you know that he greatly anticipates the day he receives the first letter. should you be alright with it, he even places a featherlight yet romantic kiss to the back of your hand.

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[lesbiansandco]

Hi, it's the same anon that asked about knowing if you're agnostic or not.

I know that I definitely don't want to stay in the church, since i'm trans and i feel like every time i'm at church i'm just trapped as a cis girl, and i've seen too many things about this church that i don't agree with.

I have looked at other churches like Community of Christ and the Unitarian Universalists, but I don't really feel like i'd fit there because i feel like i have such complex feelings about God and JC.

The problem is that I feel like I'm still clinging onto the Bible and the BoM because i don't want to accept that all the stories i'd taken for granted as truth as a kid aren't real.

I feel like God is something humanity will never understand, and we just have to wait until we die to find out, and Jesus was just a guy who existed and probably did do some good stuff but he likely wasn't the Son of God or something.

Idk, I'm just trying to sort things out in my mind because I'm still forced to go to church and sometimes it's hard to make your mind up about religion when it's being rammed down your throat.

Sorry about this long ...whatever this is, but I just had to say it somewhere.

~ pimo anon

That sounds like a lot to deal with and I'm sorry to hear you're going through it. Forming and rejecting beliefs is a long process. Especially with deconstructing them, it can take a long time and it can really hurt to get rid of old beliefs; even if you don't believe anymore the memories and familiarity are still there. Emotionally, leaving the church is a very painful process. You have to let go of what you thought was true your entire life and navigate the world after having your structured, mormon view of it ripped away. It's hard. I went through a mourning process after leaving (and I still am, sometimes) because of how much of my life was given to the church and how I never had a chance at a normal childhood. During this time, take care of yourself and let yourself feel your emotions.

I understand it being hard to go to church and have everything crammed down your throat while you're figuring everything out. It's hard being LGBTQ and pimo, for me it feels like you have to suppress your identity to try and fit in with everyone else when you know you're different. It's like being a black sheep in a whole flock of white ones, or the only demon in a room full of angels. You may want to look up cognitive dissonance. As you're deconstructing your beliefs, it can be really upsetting to learn new things. There can be a struggle between what you believed because of the church and new information that challenges those beliefs. If you're ready (and only if you're ready), I would recommend both the CES Letter and Letter for my Wife. Both are great resources for information proving the LDS church wrong, but some of the things in there can be upsetting and/or triggering. They're also both pretty long, so it might help to break it up into chunks (if you read them at all, it's your choice) (They can be found here: https://cesletter.org/ - scroll about halfway down to download it or read on the web and https://www.letterformywife.com/) Finally, with general conference "hell weekend" coming up, I salute your efforts and the strength that comes with being pimo. If you have to watch it, I wish you luck. My DMs are open if you need someone to chat with or if you prefer staying anon send some asks. I wish you well, and good luck deconstructing your beliefs and figuring out new ones.

[jealousraisin]

Ch.7 - Drinks

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“So let me get this straight” Vanessa is gripping the edge of the breakroom table so hard you fear she may take a chunk out of it. “Not only did you meet JONATHAN, like THE Jonathan. You went shopping with him and his partner who also happens to be your ‘friends’ little sister? I go out of town for a week and come back to this.”

You squirm in your seat; you haven’t even told her about last weekend yet.

“Hi guys!” A voice calls out from the entrance behind you, a welcome intrusion. With a sigh of relief you turn around to wave to the blonde.

“Hey Mati! It’s been a while!! The IT department has been keeping you busy, haven’t they?”

“You have no idea; I’m helping on projects I haven’t technically been assigned to but my manager wants me to do anyways” Mati sighs as they slump into one of the available chairs in the small break-room.

Vanessa poked at her salad as you idly chit chatted with your fellow coworker. She knows this is your way of avoiding saying the next part of your catch-up conversation. She’s not letting you go that easily.

“Out with it, I know there’s more to it.”

Busted.

“Ooh what are we talking about?” Mati curiously leans in as they unwrap their homemade lunch, probably made by their partner.

“Someone,” Vanessa points at you with an accusatory glare “Has been having some interesting turn of events while I have been out of town. She met with a famous person and now I KNOW there’s something else”

“I was going to get to that part eventually” you mumble, it’s true you tell Vanessa everything as does she. “Well…Uh…I couldn’t sleep, you were busy with your stuff. Luke couldn’t sleep either it turns out. And he ended up coming over at about 2:40 in the morning.”

Vanessa’s eyes widen slightly. She is getting used to hearing about this guy coming over often; But to hear that he’s coming over so late in the night? She’s a bit apprehensive. “Continue…” She goads.

“We chat a bit on the couch, but I end up suggesting that we could try to sleep together, in the same bed! not SLEEP together,” You feel the need to clarify that lest your friends and coworkers have the same misunderstanding you had the other night “and we end up talking all night like you and I do ‘Ness! And it worked; we fell asleep!”

“You gave me a mini heart attack there I thought you finally jumped him or he jumped you” Vanessa says through a mouthful of her lunch.

You start blushing furiously at her suggestion that you did that and were just very proudly telling her about your escapades at your workplace’s lunch room. “NO! What? We’re just friends? Don’t be silly ‘Ness”

“Mhmm” She hums condescendingly.

“Anyways” You continue “We end up making a deal that we can let each other know when we can’t sleep and we can help”

“Oh, that’s funny that you have a friend named Luke too!” Mati interjects “It’s such a common name, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, I suppose it is” “Sure could be” You and Vanessa agree in unison.

“There’s more isn’t there…” Vanessa’s intuition is rarely wrong.

“We kind of maybe, sorta, possibly ended up cuddling” you say quietly “Y’know, like friends do…nothing else”

…

“WHAT!?” ‘Nessa stands up from her chair in disbelief, she quickly regains composure and sits back down. You’re going to give her a heart attack from your obliviousness. “And nothing else happened? You invite a man into your home late at night, bring him to your bed and NOTHING happened?”

“Like I said, nothing happened. As friends do”

Vanessa has her head in her hands as Mati finishes off their lunch. “Oops sorry guys I have to rush back! Great hearing about your weekend!” They wave off as they scurry back to the IT department. You wish them good luck with everything over there, you know how busy it gets on that side of the building.

“So, anyway could I get an autograph from Jonothan?” Vanessa pesters you as the two of you are back at your workstations.

“Haha I’ll see what I can do" you muse, logging into your computer so you can return to the work you left for after lunch.

Getting home at around 5 was something of a miracle; work has been keeping you late for the past month or so due to some big project pretty much every department has to have hands on deck for. Putting down your belongings and removing the most constricting and uncomfortable parts of your office attire is the first thing you do as you lazily shut your apartment door. Sending Vanessa and Luke separate texts that you got home safe, the next item on your after work routine list is to grab a sweet treat from the kitchen and slump down on your little table out on your balcony and drink in the sunset. The sounds of the city fill your ears as you hear people and vehicles all moving along like ants, trying to get to wherever they’re going this evening. As much as you’d like to, you can’t spend too much time idling around this afternoon since you promised Vanessa you'd meet her for drinks later; with a tired sigh you get off your ass and get ready to head back out.

“Man it feels like ages since the last time we properly went out” ‘Ness laments as you get in the taxi parked in front of your apartment.

“I know, work has been so hectic I forgot we ever had free time before”

“I’m just glad I was able to get you out of the house” She laughs, she pokes your ribs.

“Yeah yeah” You nudge her playfully “You are totally paying for the first round, call it a celebration of me getting out of the house”

The taxi comes to a stop near the bar. Making sure the two of you have all your things, you get out of the car; not before tipping the driver of course. Vanessa hooks her arm with yours as you walk to the entrance of the bar, ready to have a bit of fun opposed to work related stress for a change.

Vanessa does the honour of ordering your first round of drinks, insisting they be shots. She says something about ‘Not wanting to waste our time on drinks that are practically water’; to that you mentally reply that it’s barely 8pm. The two of you enjoy a drink of your choice that is “practically water” after her round of shots, you really didn’t want to be off your face so early on in the night. Enjoying conversation and laughter you spend a while sipping on your drink as Vanessa gains a 2 drink advantage, admittedly Vanessa is much less of a lightweight than you are so the extra drinks don’t do too much to her.

You feel someone tap your shoulder, you turn around and are met with a familiar face.

“Hello stranger” Luke’s smiling at you.

“Wuh-Luke! Hi!” You give him a quick hug hello, “What are you doing here?”

“Same as you I suppose, getting some drinks with a couple of my friends”

An ‘AHEM’ rings in your ears, reminding you that you’re accompanied tonight.

“Oh! Luke, meet Vanessa! Vanessa, Luke” You introduce the pair, you know the two of them are recalling whatever you have said about the other throughout the thousands of times you have mentioned them in their absence.

“So this is the famed Luke huh? Glad to finally put a face to the name” Vanessa extends her hand, Luke shakes it.

“Likewise, this is the Vanessa I’ve heard so much about! Say, would you two like to join my friends and I tonight? We’re right over there” Luke points to a booth with some people loudly talking with each other, you can hear laughter already. Vanessa being the ever-social butterfly takes him up on the offer without hesitation before you can even ask her if she’s up for it. Luke claps his hands together with a smile.

“Then it’s settled! Come with me guys.” He walks back towards his friends, the two of you in tow.

“Luke! Already picking up people? We just got here man, can it wait until we’ve at least had something to drink?” A girl with long silver hair ‘berates’ him as she notices you and Vanessa.

“Oh come on Nicole, you said you wanted to meet them. Well here they are!” Luke gestures his arms to you; you shyly wave at the eyes that set on you.

“Wait as in the one that you can’t stop ta-“ Luke quickly interjects Nicole, as if she was going to reveal something compromising about him.

“HA! Look you got to meet them before everyone else, let’s not embarrass me so early on! Please ‘Cole?” He says as he slots himself next to her. Luke grabs you to sit down next to him as Vanessa sits across from you, next to a guy with wavy blonde hair and a freckled girl. Before the silence can get too awkward a server brings a tray of drinks. “Sorry to bother you but can we get 2 extra drinks for the table?” Luke adjusts the order to fit you and Vanessa into their night of drinking. The server nods and returns to the bar.

“Well, if that’s the case then. Let me introduce everyone” Nicole gestures around the table “I’m Nicole, this guy over here is Cassie and next to him is Melanie, but we all call her Mel.” Luke’s friends all wave when mentioned.

You introduce yourself, always a bit awkward around strangers at first. Vanessa gives you a reassuring nudge under the table. Vanessa follows after you, easily talking to people she barely knows is one of her many admirable talents.

“Ah and here I thought we would all have to wait until the party to meet you” Mel says as she takes a sip from her drink.

“Uh what party?” You’re confused.

Nicole turns to face Luke, an incredulous look on her face. “It’s this weekend and you haven’t told them yet? You kept on telling us you were going to!”

“I was gonna call and ask them tonight! Swear...” Luke pathetically replies.

“They’re here now, go on. Ask!” Nicole nudges him.

“Some friends from overseas are coming here this week, I’m holding a party with them at my place this weekend…I was wondering if you wanted to come?”

“Of course we’re going!” Vanessa accepts the invitation for the two of you, being one to never pass up an opportunity to go to a party. Despite Vanessas response to the invitation, Luke keeps his eyes trained on you; waiting for you to reply.

“Sure! Sounds like fun!” You agree.

The drinks flow freely at this table you notice. With every round, you feel confidence come to you as the volume of the now full bar dulls down to a comfortable muffle and your social side comes out with the company you keep; gone is the initial awkwardness of the night. Joking with everyone at the table as if you were all old friends, Luke puffs up with pride at how easily you mesh in with his closest friends; he puts his hand over yours underneath the table and is pressing his leg close to yours. Nicole and Vanessa notice Luke’s demeanour and give each other a knowing look, seems those two share similar personalities and are getting along very well.

“And then this guy! You know what he does? He somehow gets himself stuck in a chair!” Cassie is recalling something stupid from his and Luke’s youth with a fond smile and a laugh. “We had to call the fire brigade to get him out, I don’t even speak Spanish so it was hard enough to get help!” He says between tears.

“We should have left him there to figure it out and gone back to the hotel” Mel guffaws out.

You’re laughing so hard, you barely notice Luke leaning on you until he speaks up defending himself. “I thought I was going to have to live stuck in that chair forever! I can’t believe you would even think of leaving me in there”

“But we didn’t” Cassie counters. Conversation drifts elsewhere as you finish one of your many drinks.

As the night draws to an end, you’re outside hailing a taxi to get Vanessa and you back home. As you finally manage to get one you call out to Vanessa, who was hanging back talking to Luke about something.

“What was that about?” You curiously ask.

“Nothin’ much” Vanessa stumbles out. You shake your head in false disappointment at her lack of detail, she’s up to something; that much you know. As you get settled in the taxi Luke calls out to you.

“See you this weekend?”

“See you this weekend.” You mirror, mustering up a tipsy thumbs up.

[memento-rory]

✭ 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.

✭ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you and tyler keep meeting in unexpected places.

✭ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: erm tyler may be a lil ooc. 😗

✭ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: ~3k.

✭ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: cc!reader. i literally love this little freak, so i had to get more out for him. this fic is very silly, but tyler is a silly guy, so it works out. enjoy! 💚

Roblox. Everyone and their mothers were playing it nowadays, and all of your social media, your Twitch chat, your comment section were chock full of your fans pleading for you to finally start playing it yourself.

You’d seen a ton of videos of your friends playing it — specifically the Koury sisters — and it had always looked so fun. You reached out to Kalynn and Weston to see what servers they’d recommend, and they’d given you a list of all their favorites and what performed well, which was equally as important as you having fun since you were starting to get big.

You sat down at your desk, booting up Roblox. Once you created your account, you were immediately launched into the avatar customization. For a while, you debated picking the silliest options you could find, but you ended up creating an avatar that looked like a mini version of you with a cute little outfit that you’d wear irl.

You hopped into a couple different games, just getting a feel for the controls and how different servers work. After you decided you’d figured it out well enough, you started to film.

“Okay guys, you finally wore me down — today, we’re playing Roblox, and I’m about to find me a man.” You grinned mischievously at the camera, before clicking on a server called Neighbors, a 17+ server where you get paired up with strangers to chat in a little house.

You opened every conversation in the same way, saying, “I’m looking for a man. Tell me why you think it should be you.”

You found a couple people who made you laugh, bantering with them for a few minutes before moving on. All of it was going to make for really good content. You realized why everyone was playing Roblox. Shit was fun.

Your video was starting to push an hour without editing, probably about forty minutes with editing, so you decided to do one more round before calling it quits.

“Alright, y’all. It’s my last chance to find a man. Wish me luck.” You said, clicking ‘skip’ to move onto the next person.

You were matched with a user named Dr_Poop50. Their avatar was the standard Roblox avatar.

“Oh, this guy is giving me nothing to work with.” You told the camera.

“Okay, well, that’s rude.” A deep voice came from the user, and you covered your mouth as you realized you weren’t muted.

“Look, Dr. Poop, I’m trying to find me a man, and I’m sorry, but I’ve got nothing to go off of here.”

“Oh, damn! Okay!” He let out a little chuckle.

“Tell me why you think it should be you.”

“Well, I’m 6’7, for starters.”

“Meh.” You shrugged, sounding disinterested, but giggling at the offended sound he made at that.

“I’m really good at ping pong. How ‘bout that?”

“Okay, now we’re getting somewhere. I can’t be seen with someone who’s bad at ping pong.”

“I’m also rich, just by the way.”

“And you couldn’t even spare a couple bucks to customize your avatar? I’m supposed to believe you have money, looking like that?”

“Keep bullying me and I’m gonna fall in love with you.”

You muted your mic for just a moment. “Chat, we got him.” You grinned, before unmuting, “Do you wanna get Roblox married?”

“Fuck yeah. Can’t believe I have a new Roblox wife.”

“We’re gonna have soooo many Roblox babies.”

“I draw the line at babies. You’re gonna have to get a Roblox abortion.”

You clicked your tongue at that. “You can’t Roblox police Roblox women’s Roblox bodies.”

“Fine. Then I’m gonna get a Roblox lawyer and serve you Roblox divorce papers.”

“Good luck with that. How are you gonna get a Roblox lawyer with no Roblox money?”

“Shiiit.”

“You’re stuck with me forever, babe.”

“At least let me sign a Roblox pre-nup. Can’t let you take me for all I’m Roblox worth.”

“…Which, again, doesn’t seem to be a lot.”

He let out another laugh, the sound honestly kind of giving you butterflies. He had a nice voice. “Ouch, dude.”

Truthfully, this guy matched your energy so well that you didn’t really want to stop bantering with him, but your video was already too long.

“I can’t Roblox take this anymore. I’m taking the Roblox kids and moving to Roblox Montana and you’ll never Roblox see me again.”

“Nooooo!” The guy yelled quietly, and you left the game, giggling to yourself.

About two days later, you finally finished editing the video and uploaded it to your channel.

I Met My Ex-Husband on Roblox!

When you checked back in on it after a few hours, you realized the comments were flooded with several different versions of the same thing.

> writingsbyzuzu: (Y/N) AND HANSUMFELLA? my worlds are colliding

> bobthebuildersimp: no way you just met hansumfella and had no idea

> drfreaky: (y/n) met hansumfella and married him in a matter of minutes… what’s it like to live my Dream

Who is Hansumfella? You thought to yourself, your eyebrows furrowing, And why is everyone freaking out?

You had to figure this out, so as soon as you had some free time, you sat down and looked up Hansumfella on Youtube. Your eyebrows shot up as you noticed he had just uploaded a video, just moments before yours had gone up.

I Got Married AND Divorced in Roblox…

In the thumbnail was a screenshot of your avatar surrounded by hearts, with what you could only assume was Hansumfella’s face on the left. Christ. He was handsome as fuck. You supposed that’s why his username was what it was.

You clicked on the video, watching it all the way through. He’d met almost all the same people you had, including someone who lamented how they’d missed their chance with “some girl running this place like an episode of the Bachelor” to him.

Hansumfella commiserated with them, before addressing his audience. “We’re gonna find this girl and we’re gonna fuckin’ win the Bachelor.”

And find you, he did. It was kind of endearing to watch his perspective of the silly conversation the two of you had. He looked like he was genuinely having a good time, which made you feel even better about the whole interaction.

You scrolled down to his comments and they looked almost identical to yours.

> drfreaky: can’t believe you let (Y/N) go like that, man

> writingsbyzuzu: this is CRAZY how do you meet (Y/N) and not realize it’s (Y/N)!!!

> bobthebuildersimp: (Y/N) scored the bachelor of all bachelors

You wondered if Hansumfella read his comments, if maybe he was doing the same thing you were right now.

As if on cue, you received a notification from Twitter.

@HansumFellaLIVE has followed you!

You didn’t waste a second before following him back. Shortly after, another notification came in, this time letting you know that Hansumfella had tweeted at you.

@HansumFellaLIVE: @yourusername miss you wifey 😔

You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped you, immediately feeling the butterflies return to you. You sat for a second, wondering how to respond. Your viewers knew you to be pretty flirty (hence the Roblox Bachelor video), so you decided to play it up for your mutual audience.

@yourusername: @HansumFellaLIVE your kids miss their daddy… and so do i 😏

A week came and went, and you hadn’t heard anything else from Hansumfella — or Tyler, as you learned from his twitter account. It didn’t bother you, really. He was a stranger, just as much as you were. Meeting for five seconds on Roblox didn’t mean anything in the grand scheme of things.

Anyway, you needed to film your next video. With the news of Omegle potentially shutting down for good, you decided to return to it one final time for your viewers.

“Alright, guys, since my last relationship didn’t work out — RIP my marriage to Hansumfella — I’m on Omegle to give it one last shot.” You told your viewers.

As Omegle loaded up, you stared at the bar where you were meant to type in your interests. “What should I put? …TikTok, maybe?”

You did exactly that, and met only a handful of normal people, trying to flirt with people clearly of age, and asking for relationship advice from people who clearly weren’t. It was going really well, and you were just about to bring the video to a close, but realized you had time for one more interaction.

You couldn’t believe your eyes as the next person appeared on your screen.

Tyler was staring at you, his mouth agape, but he looked delighted. He pointed at you, and you mimicked his expression, pointing back at him.

“No fuckin’ way,” Tyler laughed, leaning back in his chair, “It’s my wife! How are you? How are the kids?”

“Oh, they’re just perfect,” You answered him sarcastically, playing into the bit, “They keep asking me when daddy’s coming back home from the store. I keep telling them there’s a milk shortage so it’s taking you a long ass time to find some.”

“Don’t blame this on me,” Tyler smiled at you, chuckling, “You’re the one that ran off to Roblox Montana. I was just trying to do right by y’all.”

“All I’m saying is that you should have fought for us.” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“You’re right, you’re right.” Tyler held his hands up in surrender. “What can I do to fix this?”

“Come home to us.”

Tyler clapped his hands together, nodding his head. “Daddy’s comin’ home.”

You couldn’t help it — you broke at that, letting out a cackle, which made Tyler start laughing too.

“This is fuckin’ nuts,” You shook your head in disbelief as your laughter died down. “No way I’m running into you randomly again. What are the odds?”

“I don’t know, but they seem to be in my favor.” Tyler grinned at you. You felt your cheeks heat up at his flirtatious statement, though you couldn’t be sure if he actually meant it or if he was just playing it up for the camera.

“My viewers are gonna eat this shit up.” You told him, letting out another laugh as you spoke.

“No, for real,” Tyler nodded, “Literally everyone has been all up in my shit asking if we were gonna start collabing.”

“Dude, same! My comment section, my twitch chat, my fuckin’ twitter mentions. It’s, like, all I see.”

“Maybe this’ll hold ‘em over until the next time we run into each other.” Tyler said, sitting up a little straighter, “If you do actually want to collab, I mean.”

“You wanna collab?” You asked, a little surprised. You weren’t expecting him to actually want to work with you past the silly bit between the two of you.

“Yeah, dude,” Tyler chuckled at your surprised expression. “You’re funny as fuck, and obviously we share an audience. Could be fun.”

“And good for your channel,” You teased, “You just wanna use me for my numbers,”

“Fuck, you got me.” Tyler released a heavy sigh, throwing his hands up in mock frustration.

“All good,” A mischievous grin spread across your face, “I just wanna use you for your numbers too.”

“I knew you were a gold digger, before I even Roblox married you, I knew it!” Tyler immediately got back into character, almost whisper yelling as he pointed an accusatory finger at his camera.

“Yeah, and what good did that do me?” You mimicked his actions, scowling at your camera, “Not a single cent in Roblox child support!”

You and Tyler dissolved into giggles again at your stupid bit. Once you’d calmed down again, you were about to tell him you needed to move on for the sake of your video, but he started asking you questions about yourself, so you indulged him. Every time there was a lull in the conversation — which wasn’t really all that often — he would start up another one, almost like he didn’t want to stop talking to you.

“Tyler,” You finally said, feigning disappointment at him, “You’ve completely ruined my video. I can’t put any of this out.”

“I know, I know,” Tyler held his hands up, smiling softly, “Guess I just like talking to you or whatever.” He made a big show of rolling his eyes, but that sweet smile stayed on his face.

Heat rose up in your cheeks again, and you shook your head, laughing a little. “We can keep talking, I’d just rather do it somewhere that isn’t Omegle.”

“That’s fair.” Tyler chuckled, nodding slowly. “Give me your phone number.”

Okay, direct. You liked that.

“Why, so you can post it and dox me?”

“Oh my Goddd,” Tyler groaned playfully, throwing his head back. He told you his number instead, and you put it in your phone.

“Tell the kids I miss them.” Tyler said wistfully as you geared up to end your recording and get off of Omegle.

“Tell ‘em yourself.” You spit out, disconnecting with a giggle.

You and Tyler ended up texting at almost all hours of the day for the next week or so. The two of you made a plan to post your Omegle videos at the same time, to maximize your joint slay, as Tyler had said.

Your video goes up with the title I Saw My Ex On Omegle?!

When you got the notification that he had posted his version, your eyes went wide at the title.

I Interviewed My Celebrity Crush on Omegle…

The thumbnail was a screenshot of you with all of your features blurred, but your room was clearly visible behind you, giving you away to anyone who was familiar with you.

You decided to sit down and watch his version, curious to see what he kept in and what he didn’t. Of course, the original bit made the cut, and you couldn’t help but laugh as you watched it back.

Tyler had kept a lot more in the video than you were expecting. A good portion of the conversation you’d had made it in, but it was mostly just questions he had asked you and answers you’d given him. It definitely played out like an interview, hence the title of his video.

You scrolled down to the comments, blushing as you read all of his viewers squealing over him calling you his celebrity crush. Obviously he was just playing it up for his audience, there was no way he had a crush on you for real, right?

The comments of your video looked almost exactly the same, asking you if you’d seen the title of his video or all caps statements about how much they loved the two of you together.

It wasn’t long before you got a text from Tyler to discuss the reception of your videos.

> from: tyler

>> Hey wifey

>> Looks like people are really fuckin with the new vid

>> Where should we bump into each other next?

You felt yourself grinning at the message, excited to potentially work with him again — strictly professionally, of course.

“Alright, y’all, we’ve got a real good stream lined up tonight.” You grinned, putting your headphones on. “I snagged an invite to the SDMP. Let’s go annoy all of your favorite creators.”

As soon as you spawned in to the SDMP, your chat erupted with demands to find different creators — though most of them were just demands to find Tyler — and you giggled at the scrolling text.

“Guys, calm down! I literally just got here. Let me get settled in!” You told your chat, as you wandered through the server, marveling at all the nice houses and builds.

As you wandered into the residential area, a familiar voice drifted into your ears.

“There she is!” Tyler said as he made his way over to you, “There’s my wife!”

You turned to look at him, eyeing your camera with fake annoyance before looking back at your screen. “Babe, where are the kids? It’s your weekend.”

“They’re fine.” Tyler answered, “They’re with the nanny.”

“I didn’t think you could afford a nanny.” You teased.

“I shelled out a little extra so I had someone to watch ‘em while I make things right with mommy.” Tyler replied, chuckling quietly. “Please, take me back. Let’s build a house together and live happily ever after.”

You muted your mic for just a second to say, “Chat, what do you think? Should I take him back?”

Hundreds of variations of YES! flooded your chat.

“I wanna live in a mansion.” You told Tyler, and his skin started to jump up and down in excitement.

“Fuck yeah,” Tyler laughed, “I’ll give you anything you want, wifey.”

“Let’s have another baby.”

“…Anything but that.”

You and Tyler spent hours gathering supplies and building a house together, just shooting the shit like you had been for days.

Truthfully, you had a hard time discerning what was actual flirting from him and what was being played up for his stream, but the longer you spent together, the more real it all felt.

When it started to get late, you decided to end your stream, but stayed on the server for just a little while longer before bed. Tyler had opted to do the same, mentioning he wasn’t quite ready to head to bed yet either.

“I forgot to tell you,” Tyler started offhandedly, “I’m gonna be in LA next week. I’d love to see you, if you’d be down to chill. You could show me your favorite lunch spot.”

You paused your building, your skin growing warm at the offer. “Like a date?” You chanced to ask, and you heard Tyler’s laughter in your ear.

“Yeah, like a date.” Tyler confirmed. “Unless you’re not into that. I just thought we were vibing, but I didn’t know if it was just for show or—”

“No, no, I’m super into that.” You interrupted, smiling.

“Fuck yeah,” Tyler breathed, “Because I’m super into you.”

[aghadbeenhere]

Feeling good, feeling sunny, feeling ok.

AGHADBEENHERE'S UNNAMED BLOG 4#

Hey everyone, AG here once again to kinda just chat about things, sayin' hi, what's up and all.. Anyyyywho.

Today, I feel good! Like- Pretty damn good! Even though I woke up at 8pm today, a good bit of my friends were online, and I was able to talk with them and have a decently good time, a shout-out I have to make is for my friend Cracka (who's hopefully reading this) because it's their BIRTHDAY TODAY! Happy birthday girl, you're valid for who you truly are and I'll support you, even if 4 years from now we stop talking alltogether, I disappear or something, know that I support you and your decisions, and that I'll be cheering you on in spirit! Keep it up!

Now that we got that out of the way, I'm glad to say that I'm happy I found myself still doing this, pushing myself to write something, even as uninteresting as this, is great for me, I love putting all my spare time to something even if this doesn't take all that long, it makes me feel good thinking about the fact that I left a mark on the internet, not a big one, not even a small one, barely a minuscule one, but I was here, maybe 4 years from now this'll be defunct and some random reader will come across it, maybe sympathize or relate to it, the least I can hope for is for that to be the case, and that they enjoy it, if so;

Heeeey! Hello! I don't know how the future is at the moment, maybe you're going through something rough or just having bad luck, and if so; I completely feel you on that, life is.. Well, life's a bitch a lot of the times, and sometimes we fuckup, or just end up having a bad time thanks to reasons entirely out of our hands, and I want you to know that's okay, it's okay to feel like the world sucks because it REAAAALLLY does, but misery loves company, and as long as you have someone that believes in you, you can make it through anything, and that someone is me, I believe in you.

If you're still here, I'm glad to have you reading because now I'm going to be ranting about other things, said things being;

Holy FUCK do I hate staying up late

Listen, I have a very bad sleep schedule as-is (i woke up at 8pm) so that usually means that during the times I should be asleep I am NOT, and you may be wondering; "What's the problem with that?"

Simple! I GOT NOTHING TO DO! I spend my time rotting my brain away on youtube videos about drama and situations that seriously shouldn't concern me, but here I am, battling the beast known as boredom ONCE AGAIN (refer to 1# for our first epic confrontation) with all that I got, so thankfully I got THIS to at least keep me busy for a small while, and thank god that I was given the idea to do this by a friend, because not only do i get to brag to my friends about having a blog, but i got something that can be classified as productive! Which means I don't get that guilty feeling that I could be doing something better with my time.

So hip, hip, hooray for writing.

And hip, hip, hooray to my friend oni for giving me this idea!

Right, I'd say this was a pretty good text-wall for the day, so until next time, I'll see you soon, wishing you a fantastic day, afternoon, or night.

As always, this was AG, with much love, stay safe.

<3

-aghadbeenhere 2024

[thelettersfromneptune]

letter 01

dear saturn,

it is almost a month since the last time we had that phone conversation. how are you doing? i hope that you are well. i still think about you. in fact, i’m writing this letter because i am worried about you. i want to say “hi, how are you doing?” but i just cannot bring myself to do it. multiple times, a crazy thought pops up in my head. what if… what if i type: “i’m sorry. i’m sorry for everything and i really love you so much and i want us to work out”. what if i press send? i clearly do still love you. i don’t want to be the type to spoil myself from moving on or make you my distraction. but i really do love you. there are these scraps of feelings - a lot of them - that i just cannot seem to paint over. i still find myself thinking i can speak to you about wong kar wai on may 1st, wishing we could watch anime together, and i wish i could call you so we can talk about the four episodes fight in season two of demon slayer and tell you to drive safely wherever you go then wish you good luck on your classes. but that would be very selfish for me, no? to want you to myself… the main reason i feel that we can’t continue this is that i felt like i’m holding on to you too much. and that i love you too much to rob you of your freedom. in the wake of the morning, i sometimes still think about your words: “although we don’t work out…” and that is the saddest part for me. i haven’t dared to open pictures of our england days, but i could always picture our smiles across my screen. last night i find myself missing you so much. i want to know how you’re doing, i want to hear your voice, i still laugh to myself because i remembered that time you farted in my face while i was kneeling to put on my boots. i was annoyed but it was too funny to not laugh it off. i still smile when i remember that you always documented each of our moments together, down to the very last time when we ate in ayam pecelan in front of of that mall. when i felt down, i tried to mimic the smile that i put on in the selfie that you took on the children’s playground behind our dormitory during our last few days there. i still smile remembering january; that time when you tell me “i love you” over the phone and of the voice notes saying my name everyday. i still wish so much from us, or maybe wish the flames that you wrote about in that letter, could still ignite. i sometimes re-read our racy chats because it’s cute and funny, i still get jealous when someone knows more about you than me, i still want to view your instagram story, i still check on your main instagram page to see if the analog photo you took in glasgow with me and our friend in it is still there. most importantly, i still worry you. i lurked on your twitter as much as i’m trying not to. when you said you felt anxious and stressed, i send you my prayers. i still want to hear from you. and by the way, i knew there was something wrong when you deactivated your second account. maybe sometime, i’ll grow the nerve to ask what’s up. but for now, i hope for you from a distance. i hope you don’t let your thoughts get the best of you. i always believe you’re strong, always believed you’re kind, you’re capable. i wish i could tell you that two hundred times right now. i wish you peace upon peace to light every second of the day. i hope you get through everything you’re about to face for the rest of the year, knowing that every sweat, blood, and tears you’ve let out will not go to waste - that every bit of love and dedication, and hard work will arrive back to you in joy - times thousand. know that you are cared and loved and cherished, simply for being. you once said that being able to make it to the present alone is a reason for us to be and to feel sufficient. i hope you are reminded of that. saturn, deep in me it is no question that you are a person who have so much love to give. the people that are around you right now (and will be) are very blessed to have you. i am grateful to be one of the people who received so much love and happiness from you. remember that one convo we had where you told me about quantum entanglement? you explained that two particles, once entangled, can never be separated - each particle will be entangled with the other no matter how far the distance is between them. that despite the billions of kilometers that separate the particles away, they can still predict each other and therefore be telepathically connected. with that, guru pathki from avatar: legend of aang once said “the greatest illusion in the universe is the illusion of separation”. so, i guess there is very little reason for me to think we have ‘broken up’ for i know that we - in many mysterious ways of the universe - are still with each other.

be happy!

neptune

[reilliane]

A/N: The long, long awaited rerun has finally come. Good luck to all Kazuha wanters! Drag him home, lovelies! ✤ SAGAU Concept: Characters are aware that they are codes, pixels, and are sentient in the player's gaming platform. When the player is offline, their programming is turned off and they gain free will. ✤ [P/Name] = Player name ✤ she/her Words: 771

「 Why is his time-limited quest so full of lore though? Like, this seems to be his story quest, actually 」

It is a good thing that when [P/Name] is online, they are all subjected to the code, thus being unable to do anything of their own will. The samurai will have a difficult time trying to prevent his smile from becoming larger than necessary.

Having Aether stand in front of him—[P/Name]'s vessel—very much under the command of the system yet definitely conscious of what's happening, still, does not help.

「 Oh my goodness, I think I'm going to cry 」

Kazuha is quite stirred, too. He hasn't had the presence of their darling player be this close after the Archon Quest at Inazuma.

At long last, following the cutscenes where he moves according to the written code, he's left to his own devices. His station is at Pudding Isle, but without Aether close by—thus being out of screen—he transfers to the wish section.

The system merely duplicates characters when necessary, though it is only one of them who bears consciousness.

After watching [P/Name] glide around, swapping islands and opening chests to hunt for wish currency, the player finally moves elsewhere—her ritual place, maybe. It seems that she's gotten enough primos.

「 Kazuha, I know you want to wander and all, but come home! 」

It is the hovering cursor over his banner that greets him when he appears in the blank void.

“So this is the [P/Name] you all spoke fondly of,” that, and of course, the new 4-star detective. “Charming.”

「 I may not be financially prepared yet but I swear I'll treat you right- 」

The way Heizou peers at the banner, curiosity piqued, is observed with unabashed delight by the other two four stars. It is without a doubt that he's already taken by their player.

Having Thoma and even Ningguang shower [P/Name] with good praises only ever bolsters that growing interest. Such is in the nature of newly released characters.

「 Kazuha, please- I have your favorite furnishing set already- CHAT WISH ME LUCK I NEED IT- I ONLY HAVE ENOUGH FOR A SINGLE TEN PULL! 」

1600 primogems—if the so-called system is merciful, then-

It takes Thoma tapping him on the shoulder for him to realize that he's being enveloped in an aura of lustrous gold.

「 CHAT IT'S GOLD 」

Well, would you look at that? He's sighing to himself in relief. I needn't worry in the first place, it seems.

In the void of black, a rift splinters through, cutting through the space and unveiling the heavenly—and hellish—wish screen. He is about to head into it himself, accompanied by a glowing widsith, when he hears a request.

「 While you're at it, can you bring Heizou, too? Thank you! 」

“Well, my friend, you heard her.”

Chuckling, he turns to the aforementioned man, who is already strolling forward with a whistle. The detective looks especially upbeat after the encouraging pats on his back.

Heizou winks. “Oh do I feel flattered.”

He can't seem to contain the excitement in his voice and honestly, he can't be blamed.

There are only wondrous stories of [P/Name]'s lovely treatment of everyone in her roster, how can they possibly not be excited to get a morsel of heaven?

“Best not keep her waiting, then.” Kazuha smiles, turning once more to jump into the blue rift. “Hm, I wonder if she has enough goblets for the two of us.”

“We'll know when we get there.”

Indeed. Nods the samurai just as he's enveloped entirely in white and gold, the rapturous sensation something he wishes could last forever.

Ah, maybe not forever, Kazuha corrects himself. For if I stayed, then I will not be able to get a glimpse of the lovely sanctuary my friends know only how to praise.

When he opens his eyes, he is on the character screen, the details of his profile listed for all to see. At his side, the new character is displayed, features subdued.

Though it is obvious that he's just as delighted to have arrived.

Screams are heard.

「 CHAT OMG HE BROUGHT HEIZOU TOO BUT I DON'T HAVE AN ANEMO GOBLET - AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA- 」

If the code isn't there to keep him in check, he would've burst into a beaming grin.

So this is what it feels like... Kazuha can feel her presence, doting and angelic. To be close to you.

He feels wonderfully... warm.

「 Welcome hoooooome! 」

Right, he smiles. Home at last.

intertwined

a/n: for some reason it feels like some romance has kicked in, but maybe that's just kazuha's words. the man's just so flowery you know what i mean- but yES, MAY HE COME HOME TO YOU ALL AND MAY HE DRAG HEIZOU WITH HIM TOO!

@cherryflushz @e7t3 @scarlet-halos @lordbugs @nebulaera @annoying-and-upset @hanniejji @applepi1415 @tjjjrsj @azirajane @hey-comrade-hold-stil @limelightsuperhero @chloeloe @loptido @windyventi @nejibot @ganyuqrt @justrinnn @yasunamilk @alana5021