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aroaceamyrosearchive · 2 years ago
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head canons on your top 5 sonic characters. I'm leading an invasion into your ask box >:)
SONIC
-he eats chili dogs for every meal and then runs a lot. you bet he has to stop for bathroom breaks pretty often
-he will listen to almost any music, depending on what he's doing (hyper music for running, lo-fi type stuff for chillin time). amy always forces him to listen to some new band she found and they bond over it :D
-he doesn't have a proper sleep schedule. he just takes power naps every so often. that being said he falls asleep REALLY fast. he's like oh nap time? okayzzzzzzzzz
AMY
-she's bipolar! takes meds for it
-also puberty blockers bc shes trans
-she will sometimes write her own songs but she has never dared to share them with anyone. theyre about her own deepest thoughts and she writes them to get things off her mind and then never touches them again
-she keeps a diary where she writes down the events of her day but. she's not the most reliable narrator. she sees everything through rose-tinted glasses and all that
-rose wasn't even her last name at birth. she though it went nicely with amy so when she changed her name she added a last name too
TAILS
-his favorite game is minecraft and he runs the sonic team's minecraft server. he's also a streamer and he streams their shenanigans on the server sometimes. sonic loves coming in and doing some funny bit to entertain his chat and make tails happy
-sonic sleeps on tails' couch and when tails has nightmares he will come join sonic on the couch at night. they will talk until tails falls asleep again.
-unlike sonic, tails is a very heavy sleeper. once he falls asleep it would take the house collapsing to wake him up
COSMO
-tails still keeps the plant that grew from the white seed. he didnt know much about groeing plants before but he got all the help he needed because he refuses to let her die again.
-when she was alive, she really enjoyed drawing. sometimes she and tails would have drawing sessions together and they would trade the drawings at the end as gifts
-she liked playing with dirt and sand and clay. she would make who scultpures out of clay, and even if they weren't the best, she treasured them always
TIKAL
-tikal would always bring fruit for the chao that lived on angel island. she learned each of their favorites and made sure they all got ones they liked
-when amy would hear the stories of tikal she would really look up to her and her determination to protect the chao.
-tikal would spend days tending to the chao garden on angel island. she would water thr plants, gather fruit, generally tidy up for them and bring them toys... she cared so much for them
-tikal had a lot of experience with weaponry. it was an important thing in the echidna clan to learn to use different weaponry, and she was skilled at it. she just refused to use it
-she had an interest in writing. she would keep records of the events at angel island and hoped she could write speeches and things well enough to convince the echidna clan to not destroy the place. unfortunately it did not work.
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xx-cherrypie-xx · 2 years ago
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Hello there!! This is my blogs intro post!! :D
Idk how to use this app too well but i am learning ^_^ In my blog i will post art and my random thoughts on things that are happening!
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�� Quick intro ♡
My name is Vixen! :D
I use ANY PRONOUNS💥💥💥 This includes neos so u can refer to me with anything! :D
I am QUEER and currently identify with the agender and asexual labels! ^_^
Im a minor (Dont ask for my age)‼️
Im 99% sure i have adhd and autism, but im not diagnosed! Tone tags are appreciated<3
My current hyperfixations are: art, journaling, Ranboo, Aimsey, ClownPierce, Murder Drones & The Mechanisms💥💥💥
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chocosvt · 4 years ago
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⚬ pairing: joshua x reader ⚬ word count: 5040 ⚬ warnings: mentions of alcohol ⚬ genres: FLUFF, shallow angst, guitarist/bandmate!joshua, some annoying neighbour tropes, a little bit of pining, wintery pizzazz, joshua is a hopeless romantic :( 
✧✎ synopsis: somebody new just moved into the upstairs apartment. they’re loud, irritatingly sweet, and unfortunately, very pretty. but you’re not looking for a new relationship, even if it comes in the form of joshua hong. 
✧✎ a/n: oooUUooouu YES! this is a gift to my lovely secret santa, @luvshuas !! ♡ in my first ask, i learned that dani liked using paint by numbers, AND I THOUGHT THAT WAS ADORABLE so i helped use it to create this fic! dani, you are such a joy to talk to AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS XOXOXO !! :D
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Last week, someone new had moved into the empty apartment one floor above yours. You didn’t know who. Not their name, not their face, just that they occupied the once vacant space of room 24D. Supposedly, their next-door neighbours had already brought them some housewarming gifts. A watering can filled with flowers, a wreath of white candles, and an old sewing tin now converted into a container for oatmeal chocolate chip cookies.
All closely resembling the gifts you received during your first week at the apartment complex. It made sense though, considering most rooms were home to very elderly couples. At first, you planned a brief gap in your day to visit this stranger and welcome them to such a small complex. Find out if they were old or young, endearing or irritable, sensible or flat out crazy. But you never visited room 24D, because you were currently in a moat about your ex-partner.
An extremely deep, inescapable moat.
Not only had they broken up with you on the day you planned to introduce them to your parents, they decided it would be most efficient to do so through a stupid text message. From Monday to Friday, you’d been moping in a curled-up ball on the couch, blowing into tissues and flicking through the holiday romcoms even though they were all so cookie-cutter and dull. To make matters worse, it had been snowing all week, shutting you indoors as a draft built up outside the windowsills.
You had completely forgot about the newbie who’d just moved in upstairs. Until one day, when they decided to make their presence known in the most jarring way possible.
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That particular morning, you were finally feeling stable enough to not eat dry, stale cereal straight from the box. You were feeling well enough to avoid another twelve hours moulding into the couch. While a cold wind blew against the windows and rattled the glass, you poured yourself some tea with the new teapot your mother parceled as an early present. And that’s when you heard it: an eruption of electric sound from the floor directly above yours. It sounded like a guitar, if that guitar were plugged into a massive amp and its chords were being plucked by one thousand fingers.
Coincidentally, you spilt tea, scalding and runny, all over the countertop. It started dribbling down your cupboards and creating blotches on the tiled flooring. At random, the sound stopped.
By lunchtime you were unwinding in the shower, your eyes shut as the water poured onto your face and streamed toward the drain. When you squeezed out some shampoo onto your fingers, you heard the chord progression again. This time louder, if that was even possible. The bottle flung from your wet hands and crashed against the floor, startling you half to death, a trail of wasted shampoo then painted to the wall. But the sound didn’t stop immediately. Unlike last time, the stranger railed on their guitar for half an hour at least.
Yet the last straw didn’t come until evening.
Sitting at the kitchen table with a water jar next to your elbow, you were using your new paint by numbers kit. You had been waiting all day to try it, brushing in the mesmerizing colours of a watery-purple landscape. For the last time that day, you were jolted by the riff of an electric guitar, causing you to jerk a huge, thick streak of black paint right across the paper, effectively ruining it. How horrible. How Terrible.
And you were not going to let the incident slide.
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Room 24D. 
The room directly above yours. After banging your fist rather inhospitably against the door, you couldn’t lie that the face which greeted you was a definite shock. A young man probably in his early twenties, with curly, brown hair styled neatly yet in disarray, and these wide, glass-like eyes that felt so penetrating you were afraid to glare him down. In fact, you were a bit nervous.
“I don’t know where you stayed at last, b-but at this complex, people don’t usually slam on their electric guitars.”
But so what if you were nervous? You had grown accustomed to sharing this complex with seniors. The thought of someone this young (and admittedly – quite beautiful) had somewhat stunted your brain. The stranger looked at you as though he had nothing to say. He started bobbing his head and shrugged.
“Yeah, well, I’m guessing it doesn’t happen ‘cause everyone here is over seventy and crochets scarves until bedtime. It’s not my fault you’re the only one who’s still got decent hearing.”
Your eyes narrowed; your brow heavily creased.
“What’s your name?” You asked.
 He hesitated at first, then replied, “Joshua.”
“Okay, Joshua, I’d rather have everyone in this building crocheting scarves out the damn window if it meant not listening to a stupid electric guitar all day. You ruined my paint by numbers kit.”
Joshua laughed. “Your what?” He then flashed a grin which suggested he was holding back a satirical comment.
“My paint by numbers kit!” You repeated, feeling your nervousness dissolve into irritation. “It’s ruined, and I’m blaming it on you because it’s your fault. My whole week has been awful and you just made it even worse. So there. I hope you’re happy.”
For some reason, Joshua leaned his shoulder against the doorframe like someone who had all the time in the world. He appeared way too comfortable. Something about it irked you while simultaneously pulling this weird, fuzzy string in your chest. The boy folded his arms and raised a curious eyebrow.
“Why was your week awful?” He questioned.
There was a sweetness to his voice which hadn’t been there before, and you absolutely weren’t going to fall for it, even if it sounded like he ate a spoonful of honey and might taste just as good.
“No. Forget it,” you sighed, waving a dismissive hand, “I said what I had to say. Just be quieter, please.”
You turned around sharply, making your way toward the elevator based at the end of the corridor. Those magnetic eyes of his seemed to be glued to your backside, an almost palpable feeling.
“Okay!” He called out. “Great chat! Nice to meet you too!”
The boy was being wholly sarcastic of course. After returning to your apartment, you cleaned up the kitchen table, sweeping away your paint by numbers kit into a drawer just in case you were one day struck with the motivation to fix it up. Probably not.
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“Uh—excuse me? You called me, remember? So don’t go shifting the fault like always. I just can’t believe how immature you are! And, you know what, I’m hanging up now! Don’t call back!”
Smashing your finger against the phone screen, you ended the call, silencing the aggravated voice that had pounded through the line just a second before. An unfortunate misdial resulted in your ex phoning you at the supermarket. The interaction immediately turned south, prompting you to hurry outside into the snow, wedging the brown paper bag of produce underneath your arm and against your chest, all while you barked into the phone with the other hand.
Snowflakes were brimming the edge of your wool hat; your fingertips numb and stiff. Your pacing, impatient footsteps were stamped across the white ground. Things had been difficult enough without your ex invading even the most boring parts of your life, and now a mundane stop at the market had left you intensely unsettled.
As you huffed a web of your breath into the air, you spotted something unexpected: Joshua helping Mrs. Akané load the groceries into her small silver-bullet car. She lived alone on the bottom floor of the apartment complex, one of the kindest old ladies in the whole building. Every winter she had knitted you a pink pair of mittens. When Joshua opened the car door for her, she gave him a gentle pat on his shoulder and her patented rosy-cheeked smile.
Since you scorned him for his abrasive guitar playing, it only happened less often, though it was never any quieter. You realized that he belonged in a band. From time to time they would take the stage at the downtown bar, engendering a space so packed it was nearly impossible to wriggle to the counter for a quick drink. Joshua invited you to his Friday night gig – which was tonight – and while you had contemplated the decision to attend, the disheartening encounter with your ex had officially soiled the mood.
Joshua noticed you, probably looking cold and mad.
“So,” he began, “are you coming tonight?”
Adjusting the groceries underneath your arm, you shrugged, meanwhile the hollow nature of your eyes screamed a blatant no. If anything, you wanted to be back on that living room couch, eating an entire tray of frosted shortbread cookies and dabbing at your tears.
“Seriously?” Joshua frowned. “You’re gonna pass? It is ‘cause you’re still mad about the guitar playing? I’m sorry, okay.”
“No,” you shook your head, “no, no. It’s not because of your disruptive, loud guitar playing. I’m just not having a good day.”
Bits of snow began to powder Joshua’s brown hair. His cheeks were blushed and his nose rosy.
“No offense,” the boy laughed, “but it seems like you’re never having a good day.” He then shook his head, scattering the snowflakes from between the fibres of his hair. “How about you come to our little concert shindig thing, listen to our set – which is great, I promise – then we can talk about it, back at my place.”
For a moment, you paused, and this perplexed expression briefly eclipsed your features. Did he just subtly attempt to persuade you into some sort of… Date? No, it was too soon for anything like that. He was probably joking anyways (despite his straight face).
“I don’t know… I’m tired. Maybe another time.”
You started carrying the brown bag of produce to your car, parked just down the street. Joshua chuckled and tagged along at your side, the snow crunching softly under your feet.
“When’s another time?” He asked.
Throwing open the car door and sliding the bag inside, you sighed. “Another time is another time. It’s self-explanatory.”
“So you’re not coming?” Joshua questioned in finality.
“No.” You replied, rubbing your cold fingers together, attempting to spark some warmth. “I’m not.”
It was then that Joshua took your hands in his, a gesture that completely flicked you off your axis, and started to squeeze them, kneading your skin with his thumbs until you felt the uncomfortable stiffness gradually wear off. He brought your hands close to his face, pursed his pink, very pretty lips, and started to blow on them. A sensation fizzled to life in your lower tummy. Not only were you heating up significantly, but you felt too hot. Scary hot.
“That’s a shame.” Joshua said, releasing your hands carefully, like he’d just touched gold. “But I can wait for another time.”
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You couldn’t sleep that night.
Most likely because you were regretting the decision to not attend Joshua’s gig at the bar. The fact that no matter how hard you pushed, memories of your past relationship would still linger like a heavy mist, preventing you from being happy, from detaching, from forming new connections. Wet drops of snow tapped against your window. And then, at around one in the morning, you heard a knock at your apartment door.
Joshua. Evidently intoxicated. His guitar case slung over his back. A foggy sort of look disrupting his usual countenance.
“Hey there,” he mumbled, rubbing at his eye, “couldn’t get into my room. Think I could crash—” the boy stopped midsentence to yawn and hiccup, his face flushed pink, “crash here?”
“Did you walk home from the bar?” You asked, disregarding his inquiry. 
“No, Jihoon drove me.” Joshua answered, bracing his hand against the threshold. “Pretty please? Can I stay?”
“Fine.”
You took the dark green guitar case from Joshua’s back, stamped with numerous luggage stickers that made it seem as though he’d flown all over the globe. After settling the case beside the couch, you helped Joshua lie down, though he flopped rather ungracefully with his face squished into a pillow.
For an awkward moment, you were just standing there, twiddling your thumbs as Joshua squirmed onto his back.
“Do you want a glass of water?” You proposed.
Joshua carded a hand through his brown locks and further dishevelled them. His face seemed to glow and the manner in which his eyes softly shut had you feeling oddly sympathetic. Like you needed to take care of him.
Rather than answering your question, Joshua sighed.
“I can’t believe you flaked on me.” He said. “I looked forward to seeing you there all week. I told my friends about you.”
Your toes dug into the carpet; teeth fastened into your bottom lip. You couldn’t tell if he was rambling drunken nonsense or being wholly truthful. Joshua titled his head to the side, nestling his cheek comfortably against the pillow.
“Like I said, there’ll be another time.”
“Can I have a blanket?” He mumbled sleepily.
Disappearing into your bedroom for a moment, you grabbed Joshua a spare blanket which often lied next to you on the bed, just in case it got a little too cold at night. Your heating was fairly shabby.
“Here you go.” You said, dropping it on him.
After pulling the fabric up to his chin and spending a minute getting comfy, Joshua started smiling, lashes long against his cheeks.
“Appreciate it.” He replied. ”Kick me out early if you want.”
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When Joshua scheduled his next gig at the bar, you made sure to be there, settled near the back at the cocktail counter. As you anticipated, the space filled up quickly, and you kept tucking in your legs whenever someone scooted by to use the washroom or find a better vantage point. You didn’t mention that you were coming. It was supposed to be a surprise which had oddly excited you. Like you were someone important to him, even though you probably weren’t.
You enjoyed his band’s performance. While sipping at something syrupy and a little too cherry flavoured, you couldn’t help but smile behind the glass, shake your foot even, as Joshua strummed down on the electric guitar. There was a pink-haired drummer seated behind him, and a bassist with a dashing, heavenly smile. Eventually, the tone of their music shifted near the end of the set. Joshua exchanged his electric guitar for the acoustic one kept in that dark green, stickered case. And when he started to sing a slower, more sentimental song, you felt something cotton-like in your chest.
How could his voice be this soft? How could it turn so sweet? How could his eyes switch from a powerful ripple to calm water? And why were you heating up all over? The glass hit your knee as you continued to watch Joshua sing, as though you’d fallen into a trance, like a sailor caught by the lullaby of a siren.
But then, as your eyes scanned the crowd for a brief moment, they attached to some who looked awfully familiar.
Goddammit. Of course.
Why did your stupid ex have to be everywhere? 
Why did they have to invade every aspect of your life? Especially the enjoyable parts? Once the stage ended and Joshua began thanking the crowd for an energetic reaction, they turned around and grabbed their friend excitedly. Yet, the thrill on their face disappeared the second they noticed you, glaring bitterly, angrily, still clearly hurt. That’s when you decided to leave.
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You were halfway down the block when you heard your name being shouted. Pausing beneath a street lamp, you attempted to peer through the heavy flurries sweeping down from the night sky. A silhouette began to take shape. Joshua finally pressed through into the light, without his jacket, his equipment, or even a damn sweater.
“What the hell are you doing out here?” You questioned him, wondering how cold he must be feeling in that white t-shirt.
Joshua took a few more steps forward. “I saw you there,” he replied, still trying to catch his breath, “but then you just stormed out. I nearly threw myself down the back entrance trying to catch up with you, y’know. How do you walk that damn fast?”
“I just—I wanted to beat the crowd home.” You lied.
Joshua took in another big breath, then nodded his head. “So, what did you think? You like the music?”
“It’s cool… Why did you leave without a jacket? I mean, it’s snowing like crazy. You’re gonna get hypothermia or something.”
“Well, I didn’t want to let you get away.” The boy laughed, brushing off some flurries compiling on his shoulder. “It was great to see you there. But, why didn’t you tell me? Why the secrecy.”
You shrugged. “Why should I tell you?”
At that, you weren’t expecting Joshua to have a response. Maybe he’d be a little puzzled and have to think about it. Instead, he seemed to be formulating a surprise of his own.
“Because I have a song for you,” Joshua revealed, “I wrote it with Jihoon. It’s an acoustic thing. But I could turn it hard rock too.”
It felt like someone had turned the table. Ironically, you were the one struggling to reply, your brow furrowing in the dim light as you stared at this boy with his glowing cheeks and his hair disrupted by the flakes of snow. You sniffled, cold air hitting your lungs.
“Why would you write a song about me?”
No one had ever done such a gesture for you before. Not that you had been acquainted with many musicians or lyricists. You felt strange, but also warm, and heart-fluttery, and like you were possibly falling for someone harder than ever before. Joshua approached you tentatively and grabbed your hand, his eyes soft.
“Probably because I like you.” Joshua murmured. “A lot.”
Your heart started to pound, and it felt like someone was banging their fists against your chest. Even if you had denied it in the beginning, the truth was that you liked Joshua too. And yet, those reciprocating words somehow fell to the bottom of your feet. Because as much as you wanted it, you still weren’t ready for someone new.
“Joshua…” you squeezed his hand and looked into those endearing eyes of his, “I-I can’t right now. I was in a relationship not too long ago, and now that’s over, but I’m still trying to get over it. I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry.”
The boy shook his head. “You don’t have to be sorry.” Joshua answered, running his thumb between your knuckles. “You’re not ready, I get it.”
Breathing out slowly, you smiled at him. 
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You were yanking open all the drawers in the kitchen, trying to remember where exactly you had stuck that little metal whisk. A bowl of unmixed cupcake batter was waiting to be stirred. Each year that it was open, you signed up for the Complex Gift Exchange, and it just so happened that sixty-five-year-old Miss Dupont really liked vanilla cupcakes. You pulled out the drawer that had been hiding the ruined, stained paper courtesy of your paint by numbers kit.
Rolling your eyes, you slammed it shut, only to realize you’d left the whisk sitting behind the big bag of flour on the counter.
Even though you had turned down Joshua that one night in the snow, he didn’t act spiteful or weird about it. And somehow, you two had grown closer since. Joshua was very easy to talk to. He was a good listener. No matter how many times you ran into each other on the elevator, or at the supermarket, the letter boxes in the lobby or at the car lot, Joshua always made time to listen to whatever mishap had bothered you that day. He still railed on his electric guitar every now and then, though you were beginning to accept it. Baby steps.
Apparently, one of his bandmates was visiting today. 
You knew exactly when he’d arrived too, because as soon as you pulled the cupcakes out from the oven to cool, this wave of intense sound; drumming, symbols, guitar, everything, exploded from the floor above, like someone had just thrown a clump of instruments into a hurricane. You stared up at the ceiling winsomely and sighed.
Dressed in a long, thick winter coat, you went outside the complex to visit the garden, now blanketed by snow and sparkling white. You brushed off the bench that had once sat before a fiery pink row of petunias and took a seat. It was much quieter.
“Hey!”
Or so you thought.
Turning around, you gazed up at the apartment complex, spotting two familiar faces hanging out from a fourth story window.
“What?!” You shouted back.
Joshua grinned, then cupped his hands around his mouth as an amplifier. “Were we being too loud?!” He asked.
“Yeah!” His friend yelled. “Were we too loud?!” You had learned the other face was Jihoon, the band drummer, his hair now a rusty shade of crimson. He helped write most of their music.
“No, I’m just sitting out here in the wind and snow and below zero temperatures because I want to!” You replied at the top of your lungs.
Waving at you apologetically, Joshua kept smiling. “Sorry! I’m gonna kick him out soon!” He pointed at Jihoon. “If you want, you can come up here and listen to our last rehearsal!”
Jihoon shoved Joshua’s head out of the way.
“Don’t come up here!” The drummer exclaimed. “It’s not even close to ready yet. He’s just saying that because he’s in—”
A hand clamped swiftly to the boy’s mouth, muffling the remainder of his sentence like it was top secret. Joshua then dragged him away from the open window. Quirking an eyebrow in confusion, you stared at the vacant space until Joshua reappeared a moment later, scratching the back of his head and looking sheepish.
“Sorry about that!” Joshua called. “We’re almost done!”
“I’m in no rush!” You answered, turning back around.
It was true. There weren’t too many pressing things you needed to get done today, besides making the buttercream frosting for Miss Dupont’s cupcakes. The weather wasn’t even as terrible as you made it seem. The wind was light, and the shining sun helped mitigate the usual bitterness of winter. It was quite nice out.
Until about ten minutes later, when Joshua threw a snowball at your back. You spun around quickly, glaring at the boy who was dusting his hands clean of snow, standing near the complex doorway. In that moment, you wanted to be angry at him. But, to be honest, you felt like laughing instead.
“Shouldn’t I be the one throwing snowballs at you?”
Joshua shrugged. “If you could even hit me.”
“Keep your eyes open tonight, Joshua Hong.” You comically threatened him. “Where are you going, anyways?”
“I have to get my person a gift for the exchange thing.” He said, pulling a hat over his hair. “And a new guitar pick.”
“Have fun with that.”
Then, waiting for him to turn around, you hastily packed together a snowball and threw it against the back of his coat.
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Miss Dupont somehow figured out who was responsible for her gift. She asked you to give her the cupcakes early, because she swore, she was had been able to smell them baking through the air ducts. Maybe you added too much vanilla. Everyone was supposed to exchange their gifts tomorrow, leaving them by the door or delivering them in person. You didn’t have a clue as to who could be preparing your gift. As long as it wasn’t another candle wreath to collect dust in your closet, you figured you’d be fine with it.
Tonight would be your last opportunity in a long while to watch Joshua’s band perform at the downtown bar. You’d missed their last show, ruminating over the possibility of encountering your ex again; feeling those horrible emotions which were nothing more than poison in disguise. After the New Year, Joshua was planning to visit South Korea with his bandmates for a few weeks. It would be awfully strange to not hear another symphony from his electric guitar, or Jihoon’s drumkit. Jeonghan never really stopped by much.
It was at least an hour or so before Joshua was scheduled to perform. So, you decided to walk down the street to the lane of trees now wrapped and curled with lights. There were small, twinkling white lights. Large, blue lights shaped like hanging icicles. Some blinked in a specific pattern while others morphed colours. At night, it made quite the spectacle. Many people had stopped, much like yourself, to admire the aurora and pull their significant other a little bit closer. You huffed, hating this lonesomeness inside you.
But then you felt a quick pair of fingers dance up your back, and immediately recognized his eyes shining like stars.
“This is the first time I’ve seen you at the lights.” Joshua remarked, zipping up his jacket. “They’ve been up for a while now.”
“It’s always a magnet for couples.” You told him, glancing around at all the handholding and heads leaned adoringly on shoulders. “And I am—well, I was, standing here alone.” Inside your coat pocket, you played with a piece of lint, realizing that perhaps you finally felt ready and significantly healed to consider another relationship.
Looking at you from the corner of his eye, Joshua nodded.
It seemed as though the lights were a place he visited frequently, even amongst all the couples. To you, Joshua seemed like someone who was inspired by love. The not so subtle nature of awkward yet enamored eye contact which made people giggly. Holding onto the very tips of someone’s fingers because you couldn’t let go of their hand even for a second. Pressing an ear to a comfortable chest, listening for a rhythmic, thumping heartbeat. You bet he liked kisses too. Quick kisses on cheeks and gentle kisses on noses and slow, warm kisses to the mouth which could set a fire in your belly.
Out of the blue, you asked him something personal.
“How fast do you usually fall for someone?”
Joshua’s eyes traced the twinkling lights of the tree, all the way to the very top.
“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “I’ve never thought about it.”
Kicking at a lump of hard snow, you sighed. “I think I fall too quickly. Maybe that’s why my last relationship ended the way it did. I just… I don’t know, it could be that I jumped in without knowing what’s beneath me. I don’t want that to happen again.”
The boy glanced at you, snowflakes already beginning to stick in his hair. “Well, there’s nothing wrong with taking things slow. I mean, there’s always going to be some chance in a relationship. You don’t know until you’re in it.”
“I guess so.” You replied. “When I think about it, anything’s better than getting text message-dumped right before a family dinner.” Joshua wasn’t a stranger to the humiliating affairs of your past relationship. One night, after one too many beverages at the bar, you introduced him to the entire story.
“Bad luck.” The boy said.
“Bad taste, more like.” You sighed. “I mean, what was I thinking?”
Joshua shook his head, his hand rubbing your shoulder. “Don’t beat yourself up. Seriously, the right person will come along.”
Short laughter burst through your nose, and you looked at him with a knowing, lighthearted grin. “Are you supposed to be that person, Joshua Hong?”
“I’d like to think I am.” He chuckled, his cheeks getting rosier. “But I know you’re not ready. I can be patient, though.”
“So, you’re going to wait for me?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.
Joshua nodded. “For you, and you only? Of course.”
At that, something deep in your chest began to stir. The feeling robbed you of your words and left you breathless. Afraid of what you might do in the silence between you, quickly, you changed the subject.
“Am I going to hear that special song you wrote? Or have you scrapped it already?”
“You’ll hear it.” Joshua said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out an ivory guitar pick. “Save your applause for the very end, though. I know you might be tempted to start cheering, come up on stage in front of everyone and try to kiss me or something.”
Rolling your eyes, you started to laugh, your breath becoming a thin cloud in the still coldness of winter.
“You wish, Joshua Hong.”
He sighed, a faint smirk on his lips. “You’re right. I do.”
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At approximately five o’clock in the morning, you were awakened by a fist banging at your front door. For a moment, you believed it was nothing more than part of a fuzzy dream, and simply tossed over in bed as your arms dug further under the pillow. However, the banging resumed almost instantly, and though it was very muffled, someone was calling your name.
Groaning, you dragged yourself from between the sheets and into the washroom, taking a quick sip of water before splashing some to your face. In a loose pair of shorts and a poorly adjusted tank-top, you stumbled to the front door, throwing it open while yawning.
“J-Joshua?” You mumbled, rubbing circles to your eye.
He stood on the opposite side of the threshold with a glimmery-red gift bag in his hand. For some reason, he was dressed in his jacket, those dark brown locks of his seeming damp or partly soaking as they were brushed back from his forehead. His cheeks and mouth were rosy, eyes glistering, and he was breathing deep.
You thought he looked gorgeous.
“Hey!” He exclaimed a little too loudly, as though he’d forgotten how early it was. “So, uh, weird news. Turns out we’re leaving for South Korea today, and we have to catch this seven-am flight. We’re kinda pressed for time. Jeonghan’s been helping me throw all my shit into these suitcases and—anyways, besides the point.” Taking in another breath, Joshua then held up the pretty red gift bag. “I got you for the Gift Exchange. Well—not really. But I made Mrs. Akané switch with me. This is for you.”
The sudden splurge of information had for feeling even more disorientated than when you first awakened. Joshua had to leave already? Had he been packing ever since you walked home together from his show? He pulled strings to get you for the Gift Exchange?
Reaching into the bag and pushing around some tissue paper, you pulled out a rectangular-shaped kit. It felt fairly heavy.
And then you realized just what he’d gotten you.
“Really?” You smiled, letting the bag drop to the floor because all you cared about was the project in your hands. “Another paint by numbers kit? I didn’t even know they sold these here!”
Joshua nodded, brushing some melted drops of snow off his cheek. “It wouldn’t have arrived on time if I ordered it online. Trust me, it was a process. I had to get Jeonghan’s grandma to make some calls because she’s friends with this craft store lady.” He half-sighed, half-laughed. “I just remembered you were so upset about it when I met you. About a lot of things. And I never stopped feeling sorry. I know I laughed at it and everything, but I thought it was cute.”
You brought the project to sit on the dinner table. Looking outside into the street light, you were shocked at how heavily it was snowing. Huge, fluffy clumps. No wonder Joshua’s hair was so damp and his skin so flushed. You couldn’t believe that just a few hours ago, you were sitting on that barstool near the back of the dim room, listening to him sing and feeling like you were starting to love all over again. Now, Joshua was being whisked away.
“I should really get going.” Joshua said, rubbing his pink nose, “Jeonghan and Jihoon are waiting for me down there.”
“W-Wait!” You exclaimed before the boy could disappear.
Joshua paused, though you could read the look of urgence coloured to his face. It was merely a few seconds you stood in that spot, fiddling anxiously with your fingers and struggling to take another step, yet it felt as though time had stretched itself out like plasticine. 
And even though it was slightly terrifying, you had never felt so warm and full of thrill until you had crossed the space to kiss him. Your hands pushed against Joshua’s chest, searching for stability, as you experienced the soft sensation of your lips pressed so desperately to his. Joshua grabbed your cheek in his cold hand to tilt your head a little more left. He stared at you with a hazy, sort of dreamlike look, just for a moment, before kissing you again.
“Am I making you late?” You laughed breathily in between the heated breadth of another kiss.
Joshua shook his head, taking your face in both his hands, moulding his mouth against yours in a smile.
“They can wait just a minute longer,” he answered, “I can’t believe you’re doing this right when I have to leave. You’re really screwing me over, here.”
“Then finish it when you get back.” You smirked.
This time, you were certain of something: you hadn’t jumped too soon. You weren’t going to crash. You were falling in love.
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✧✎ a/n: the end the end!! happy holidays !! <3 honestly think it’s kind of the dream to get joshua as ur apartment neighbour xoxo. HOPE U LIKED THIS DANI AND THAT IT GAVE YOU SOME SMILES heheh. i actually haven’t written for joshua in quite a while so i rly appreciated getting to experiment with this. i also love the idea of joshua in a band and being a sappy romantic who always writes abt his future muse ;_; i’m not a huge fluff person BUT I WILL GLADLY GIVE UP EVERYTHING FOR THAT! 
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harveywritings92 · 4 years ago
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BNHA vampire soulmate scenario: When you first saw them.
 The first time you saw him, he was feeding off someone.
TWs: Blood, death stalking and attempted assault.
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Mr. Compress: {Your Quirk: Card capture: it's similar to Mr. Compress's quirk but you can entrap people and objects in cards by manifesting these clear glass like cards that slip out from your wrist, you can use them as throwing weapons too as they're very sharp, the only drawback is that you can get severely dehydrated if you overuse it.]
You were walking home late from work just hungry and physically done! today was crap show! first you missed the train then half way to work you forgot you realized you forgot your lunch!, Your boss (who's usually pretty chill) for whatever reason decided he hated your guts today and yelled at you in front of everyone! and to rub salt on the wound you spilt hot coffee all over yourself! so now you arms and chest have burns on them that were itchy as hell! you just wanted to crawl into bed, and forget about this day. 
You decided to cut through the park when you saw a odd pair, a man in a yellow trench coat and top-hat and mask which was pushed to the side kissing a woman in sundress under a streetlight. "huh, how sweet." you sighed exasperated before continuing on you way, when you noticed foot steps coming out behind you, you cautiously reached into your coat for one of your cards... you knew it wasn't the man in the top hat as you did a quick glance over your shoulder he was still  'occupied' you could smell stale alcohol in the air remembering the beware of mugger sign at the park entrance and figured out what was going on when the person was in grabbing range.
You whirled around grabbing your would be assailants arm forcing it up and pulling him towards you, you hissed  felt a sting on your cheek as your free hand slammed your card into his chest "release!" you barked as a powerful cyclone burst from the card sending the man flying off his feet *Thank-you Anko-san* you mentally cheer happy that your friend had a wind-quirk and let you capture it's effects in a card; said card then shattered as it was a one-shot use like all your offense cards. 
The man wheezed as he was thrown to ground next to the "couple". while you took off running! not seeing Top-hat pull away from his lady friend and sniff the air. 
Atsuhiro dropped the woman he was feeding on she slid limply to the ground as he readjusted his mask and followed that delicious scent and found a bloody knife on the ground *Could it be?!* his heart was beating abnormally faster as picked it up and sniffed it he lifted his mask up and licked the blood off the knife, Atsunhiro almost felt alive again as the sweet taste of his mate's blood touch his tongue... 
He was so elated his mask was blushing! (cos anime logic!) "My Darling❣~" he purred in pure ecstasy, but soon his euphoria was cut short when he heard the man who attempted to rob you on the ground cough, the vampiric ex-magician turned in his direction, he could smell this uncultured brutes scent all over the knife mixing his mates. 
Atsuhiro's primal urges were screaming at him to kill the man for harming his mate, however the ex-showman had something else in mind... The next morning you were watching the news on your laptop seeing the mugger at the park last night had been caught, and was being charged with murder for another woman. You felt your stomach churn as the photo of the woman who you saw making out with the top-hat man flashed on screen. 
Than you felt a a chill go down your back!
You nervously looked away from your screen and scanned around the nearly empty café, there's was only you, an elderly couple wearing matching tracksuits enjoying some tea and having a conversation, a tired and obviously hungover mother and her two rowdy kids having breakfast, and lastly a man with black hair and copper eyes wearing a yellow casual suit and gray news boy cap reading a book.
You squint at the title....The magicians nephew, you frowned letting out a small hum; swearing you felt someone's eyes on you, thinking you were just paranoid from last night... you unconsciously traced the healing cut on your cheek and went back to you doing your work, not seeing the copper eyes of Atsuhiro watching you from behind his book with a knowing smirk.
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Dabi: You were walking home drunk to hell as your friends kept you out at the bars until 3am, you decided to take a detour home to get a late night snack/early breakfast at the 7/11 a few blocks from your place, as you were walking to the store you spied what looked a couple making out against the dumpster a few feet a ways, even in your drunken state you couldn't help but scrunched up your nose the sight. "at least take her to cheap motel buddy, jeez..." you muttered the man in the black hood growled back in retort as you entered the store.
While in the shop you frowned seeing you favorite snack was out of stock. "D-dammit." you huffed and looked around before spotting the clerk who was unpacking some packs of ramen. "Hey d'ya got any f/snack left?" you asked trying to keep from slurring your words. "Yeah there should be some packs over by the-" the clerk went to point but forgot they were holding a box cutter and accidentally jabbed you in the leg just under your knee. "Oh my gosh I'm so sorry!" the clerk gasped while you tried waving them off, it was just an accident, but if it made them feel better you bought some band-aids and disinfectant along with your food the clerk felt soo bad they gave you discount and with that you walked out in to the night....
When you got out your leg was still bleeding it didn't really bother you as you too tipsy to care, besides it's just a tiny cut, as you were leaving you noticed the "couple" still going at it, however now it felt kind of off... and that's when you noticed the man in the black hood stiffen... you stomach felt like it was full of rocks as you watched him slowly turn to face you.
Dabi was busy draining this dumb bimbo who followed him out of the bar after he told her to piss off, but seeing as he hadn't fed on fresh human blood in months, (he was drinking blood-packs of pig's blood.) he decided screw it, she'll know the consequences her actions that is if he doesn't suck her dry.. "at least take her to cheap motel buddy, jeez..." a drunk woman muttered as she passed them Dabi let out a frustrated growl at that jab yet another reason he hates feeding in public, about ten minutes later the vampire's attention was suddenly pulled away from his dinner when a sweet enticing scent invaded his nose. 
Dabi's eyes snapped open his senses were on fire as his inner monster snarled *mine.....mine...* his breathing became labored as he turned away from the woman's neck; her blood dripping down his chin as he turned to look over his shoulder, saw a [y/ht-wt] woman with [y/hc] and starring at him in shock, his eyes drifted down and saw the blood dribbling down her leg, he let go of the woman he was feeding on, she let out a weak wheeze as she fell limply to the ground not that he cared, Dabi took a step towards his mate reaching out to her, only for the woman to snap out of her shock and run....
Leaving the vampire standing there in an almost trance like state, before he looked inside the store could smell faint traces of her blood in the air and saw the clerk washing the bloody box cutter; A guttural growl escaped Dabi's throat as he approached the door. 
The poor oblivious clerk didn't know what was coming as the door chimed telling them a customer had entered the store... "Welcome!" they greeted cheerfully. from an outside point of view there was hot flash of blue from inside the 7/11 followed by the store fire alarms going off.
The next morning you were hiding under your blanket hugging your knees your whole body was shaking while you were watching the news... there was a fire at the 7/11, the clerk was killed their remains were so badly burnt they were carbonized...
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Bakugou: You had just started working for his agency as a secretary and were working on late paperwork one of your coworkers pushed on you so they could go on a date, you grumbled as you made your way to the elevator to drop the files off on Bakugou's desk, and were stunned to find the top floor was pitch black! you were trying the navigate in the darkness by feeling desk, when your hand brushed up against a pair of scissors someone left out you hissed feeling them cut your palm, you could feel the blood dripping down you hand and decided screw this! you were going to leave the papers on the desk outside of the boss's office for him to find in the morning, when you noticed the door was open a crack. 
You could hear deep breathing, a woman gasping and grunts, your cheeks felt hot as you though Bakugou was getting frisky with one of his fans. *I never took him for that sort...* you were just going to pretend you didn't hear anything and walk away, but curiosity got the best of you, and with careful steps you crept toward the door and peeked in, and felt you stomach drop when you realized what was going on was not a wham-bam thank you ma'am situation, you threw your hand over your mouth when you saw Bakugou eyes glowing red had his fangs sunk into this woman's neck draining her of blood! Scared you were about to quietly back away from the door when you saw the blond blink pull away from the unconscious woman, sniff the air and... you ran before he could even turn his in the direction of the door, and made it on to the elevator just as a shock of blond hair rounded the corner.
The next morning Bakugou was on edge as he recalled the events last night, one minute he's feeding off some pushy fan-girl and the next, his senses were taken over by this amazing smell it was so enticing he forgot about his hunger and overwhelmed by the insistent need of find it's source... as Katsuki turned his attention to the door he saw someone dash and and he gave chase just in time to get a split second glimpse of a woman with {y/hc} before the elevator doors closed.  
{later after he sent that fan home via cab) 
Bakugou inspected his office and found a blood trail leading from random sidekick's towards his office the couple hurried drops towards the elevator, he curiously swiped his finger threw the blood on the desk where the trail began, licked it a content rumble left his throat, his inner monster purred. *Mate...mine* however that euphoric feeling he felt had soon soon worn off into frustration as the next morning rolled around he had been in the agency all day, and no one who came in today had that scent on them! 
The blond was pissed and ready to rip someone's head off, when he overheard two of his employees talking. "Hey where’s Y/n? I have to thank her for staying back and doing my extra work last night." the other employee shrugged. "She said she hurt her hand last night and was staying home." Neither had noticed the explosive blond who immediately went to his office and pulled your file out for your address, and he here was standing on your front porch, sniffing the air as a cocky smirk graced Katsuki's lips breathing in that sweet scent from last night. "Found you..." he purred. 
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elleonmybeloved · 4 years ago
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The weather on the day of the competition was perfect, nary a cloud in the sky and a warm fresh smelling breeze blew throughout the city of Mondstadt. Everybody was gathered around the archon statue, in front of which a raised wooden platform has been placed as a makeshift stage. The person in charge of the event is just a person who owns an instrument shop in the city, but the real weight behind regulating the event is the group of knights of Favonius that stand guard in the area and enforce safety as well as the rules of the proceedings. There’s no panel of judges. It’s the audience who chooses the winner by writing the name of the bard who gave their favorite performance and placing it inside a wooden box to be counted by the host.
“Ooh, Paimon can’t wait! When are they gonna start already?” Lumine’s floating companion gives an impatient wiggle. “Oh wait, look, here comes the host now!”
The host steps up on the stage, and after a minute the swelling chatter from the crowd dies down to a murmur.
“Greetings citizens of Mondstadt, and welcome to another battle of the bards! It is my pleasure to announce that we will be treated to fifteen performances today. Each contestant will be performing two songs, one preexisting song of their choice, and one of their own. After they have all given their performances, you, the audience, may cast your vote for whoever most greatly moved your heart with their music.” He gives a break for applause.
“May the anemo archon watch over us all! Let the contest begin!” The host steps down off the stage and the first bard takes his place.
One performance after another, the city fills with music. Some chose upbeat, joyous melodies, others slow and mellow ballads, and even some that take a jazzy tune and encourage clapping and dancing from the audience. Lumine is amused to witness what she guesses is a bard commissioned by Stanley to make a song about him and his famous adventures.
By the end of that song, she and the crowd have already memorized the repetitive words and are joining in to shout-sing the great adventurer’s name.
“Good for him, I guess.”
“Paimon thought this was supposed to be emotionally moving music! Geez.”
“They never specified which emotion.” Lumine points out, but before Paimon can quip back, a hush falls over the crowd again as the next bard comes up.
The lanky teen in bright teal that takes the stage is surely Venti, but his prescence feels so different from what she’s used to. Lumine swallows dryly. He’s the one on stage about to perform, so why is she the one feeling nervous all of a sudden?
Venti begins with the first song- Lion Heart, the one about Venessa, the great hero of Mondstadt. The melody flows like the wind but the sound grows and flares like a fire in a grand way that makes her feel as if she herself has been transported back in time and is standing in the middle of a raging war. His voice is strong and unwavering as he effortlessly tackles difficult notes, and his lyre sounds more like the herald of a trumpet than some little church house harp.
When it’s over, the audience whistles and calls out loudly with applause. The man next to her is exclaiming that he has “-Not heard that classic song so masterfully done in decades!” And Lumine has to agree with the sentiment. He could end it right now and still be the one to go home with the prize.
“Oh wooow, who knew the tone-deaf bard could do that! And to think, Paimon didn’t believe him when he said singing was the only thing he did well.”
“Yeah.” She says, squinting at the stage. Venti is setting down his lyre and is taking... something, up to the stage. It looks a bit like a lute, but it’s curved in swirling angles and with it there’s a... straight bow? Nobody else seems puzzled by this, so she figures it’s an instrument native to Teyvat.
He gets into position and Lumine’s heart begins to pound in her chest. Here it comes!
It starts with a deep, resounding hum in a minor key, tamely going above and below the starting note of the chord. The instrument makes a beautifully layered, rich sound that supports the higher and lighter tone of his voice in such a nice way that she instantly understand why he chose to use this instead of his lyre. The melody begins mysterious, and she strains her ears to make out every word.
Venti tells the tale of a forest, ruled by a bird king, a white dove. His voice flutters like the flapping of wings.
The bird king loves his forest, but invaders keep coming in and threatening it. The kings friend, the lizard, drives off the invaders, but the venom of his attack drips to the ground and poisons the forest, causing all the plants to slowly wither and die. The bird king tries everything, but cannot cure the poison, and resigns himself to die with his beloved forest instead of abandoning it, and becomes poisoned as well.
The deep thrum of the stringed instrument waxes somber.
Then, a star falls from the sky, crashing into his forest with a great flash. To the bird king’s surprise, out from the crash site flows light that purifies the poison in the forest, eventually even himself, and the great lizard. He goes to thank the star, but encounters instead a lake of tears and ash.
The bird king asks the fallen star why it laments so. The star says she has lost her ability to fly, and cannot rejoin her friends that soar the heavens. Not being able to fly sounds like the most painful fate the bird king has ever heard, and his heart is moved to help the fallen star.
Lumine recognizes a theme that resembles her song in this part, and then the instrument and Venti’s voice swirl up to a new sound.
The bird king plucks a feather from his own wing, and plants it in the now purified ground. A flower grows, and from it, he plucks a fruit.
He offers the fruit to the fallen star, telling her it is a magical fruit that can restore her power to fly, but it will cause her much pain. She eats the fruit, and is engulfed in a great flame. From the ashes of the fire, she rises, no longer a fallen star, but a phoenix.
The music soars to a climax, shifting from a minor to major key in the last few notes. Then it’s over, and Venti lowers the instrument to take a bow.
The crowd is silent a moment before erupting into applause. Lumine doesn’t know how to feel. She can’t even begin to unpack the meaning of what she just experienced.
Another bard, the next contestant replaces Venti on the stage. Lumine somehow tunes back into the present.
“-and so before I begin my performance I have something to say.” The woman on stage couldn’t be much older than Lumine. There’s something familiar about her. “Unfortunately the song I was about to play has already been played.”
A confused murmur passes through the crowd.
“I got the idea to write a song about a magic forest after being rescued by some adventurers in the Whispering Woods. I worked really ha-“ Her voice breaks on the word. “Worked really hard on it and I was so excited to show it you all today. But I can’t, because he,”
She is lifting a finger at Venti. “Stole my song.”
The host steps forward with an uneasy expression. “That’s quite the accusation. Do you have any proof, Miss...?
“-Solia. Of course I do.” She says, and hands him her notebook. “Here’s where I wrote it. You can even see the drawing I made of the bird who inspired the Bird King.”
“This... does resemble the white cranes in the Whispering Wood.” He admits. Gasps and whispers come from the crowd. Somebody says they always knew Venti was a thief and several others hear that and murmur to each other.
Lumine cannot believe her ears. She can’t see Venti’s expression from here, and she pushes through the crowd to get closer.
“Is what she is saying true, young man? Please be honest.”
Lumine pushes through to the front just as Venti answers him.
“Uheheh, no. If this is meant to be a jest, I’m afraid I must protest.” He just looks really confused. “It’s not that funny.”
“Liar!” Solia cries. “It’s my song!”
Lumine realizes where she’s seen this woman before. Sitting at the base of a windmill, writing in a notebook, a week and a half ago.
“Actually, it’s my song.”
The host looks even more confused as Lumine climbs into the stage and strides over to stand in between Solia and Venti.
“And by that I mean, he wrote it for me while you sat underneath him by the windmill and copied what you heard word for word.”
“Uh, who are you?” Solia is thrown off beat by the exposure, face flushing rapidly. “His -his girlfriend?”
“Enough of this.” The host insists. One of the knights of Favonius is saying something to him. “This young lady is an honorary knight, appointed by Acting Grand Master Jean herself. Miss Solia, if you don’t intend to play your songs, please exit the stage.”
“Huh? But-“ Solia splutters through several half formed protests, but the knight steps towards her and she raises her hands. “I-I’m going.”
Lumine turns to Venti. He looks dazed, like he still can’t believe what happened. “Come on Venti.” She grabs his hand and pulls him with her off stage. “Let’s go.”
They’re a block away before she stops. She is still holding his hand.
She’s at a loss for words. “I can’t believe she did that.”
“It’s okay, Lumine.” He’s already soothing her. “I’m not angry! Eheh... but wow, I should’ve been more careful. I hope it didn’t ruin the song for you.”
“No, not at all!” She shakes her head vehemently, clasping both his hands in hers now. “It was really good. I was really moved. You were so good!”
“Hehe. Thanks.” He’s looking at her grip on his hands.
Lumine realizes and drops them like she’s been burned.
Venti retrieves them and presses one against his cheek and rubs against it.
The question she was about to ask sputters out at the bold gesture.
“You’re so cute.” He croons, and tugs her closer to him. His blue eyes shine with mischief and happiness. “Wanna play a game?”
“Play a- uh yeah, okay!”
“Close your eyes. Open em and you lose~!”
The way he is petting her is very distracting. Lumine closes her eyes and hopes she doesn’t look dumb. She can feel his breath on her face. Her heart lurches in anticipation.
“...”
She cracks an eye open, wondering what’s going on.
“Hey! Come on, you didn’t even last ten seconds!” He complains. “I’m good at this but I’m not that fast.”
The long parts of her hair are in his hands, one side half braided. She realizes he is giving her the same style as him.
“Oh sorry.” She says, and closes her eyes at his pointed look. Lumine holds very still. She feels repetitive little tugs at her hair one side, then the other. Is he finished? Feels like it.
“We match.” His voice is very close.
Pressure pulls her head forward by the braids in a gentle motion. And then there’s a swell of warmth as soft lips press firm against hers and a hand presses against the small of her back.
Lumine was sufficiently fooled into not expecting it, and a chorus of butterflies rise in her stomach as Venti pulls back and kisses her again.
Elation fills her at the confirmed prospect of his feelings and her cautiously withheld affection for him breaks free. Lumine presses a hand to the back of Venti’s neck to bring their lips even closer together.
They take turns swapping sweet kisses until they are both breathless and love-drunk. Venti isn’t there to hear himself win first place.
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poormeowmeowcollector · 3 years ago
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Trying To Balance With A Part Of Yourself Missing
Summary: Thor bargains with Odin on Loki's sentence, and he wins. Loki is moved with the Avengers to fix his past mistakes. But Odin's term changes everything, and Loki's foe is not their mistakes, but their self-image.
Warnings: each chapter has individual, the work in general is pretty dark
Notes: When a dialogue of Loki is in bold, he is speaking English. And when a line is in italics without a dialogue, it's an intrusive thought.
Chapter 5: The Doctor
Chapter summary: Banner takes Loki for the tests.
Warnings: Language, gender dysphoria, gender dysmorphia, internalized racism, intrusive thoughts, needles, blood, medical themes, mentions of child neglect [not on screen], mentions of self harm [not on screen]
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This time, Friday wakes them up, reminding them of the appointment with Banner. Loki groans and drags himself out of the bed and into the bathroom, it's better to get rid of that smell, at least for as long as it can hold.
At least Loki doesn't have to look at their body as they wash themselves, an advantage of blindness they didn't think of until now. Still, being forced to touch all the time is unpleasant and uncomfortable to no end. And trying to wash his hair without scratching his hands on the horns or his claws scratching his scalp is a task unimaginably difficult.
Loki now understands why Jötnar run around naked, wearing a shirt with these horns is almost impossible. But, they must hide the chest plate, at least from everyone but Thor. And Banner, after the examination. And, shit, he probably has to take breakfast with them…
They sigh and glance at the mirror, only to make sure they don't look so much for a mess. His appearance is acceptable, so he takes the now charged earpiece and walks away, wearing it as Friday starts instructing.
A hand touches their shoulder, making them flinch away. Thor, the owner of the hand, mutters something, probably an apology, but he can't hear it thanks to Friday. They take a breath out and smile at Thor, muttering a good morning. Thankfully, Friday stops talking.
"How are you feeling? You look…" Thor trails off, trying to appear as polite as possible.
"F-f-feverish? It's fi-fine, just-just a b-bad day," he brushes off, suddenly glad that he doesn't need Friday's translations.
"But, you're ill," Thor argues, making Loki sigh.
"I'm not-not, it's a bad d-day," they answer.
"Loki, you can't fool me. You're unwell, why don't you admit it?" he groans. Truth be told, Loki rarely admits any weakness with ease. As long as one can walk, there's no need for whining, Odin had said countless times and Loki never stopped obeying.
"I d-d-do. It's a b-bad da-day," he speaks slowly and as clearly as possible.
"Loki, you're having a fever. It's not just a bad day, and you are allowed to admit that you're ill. Please," Thor begs, actually begs. If Loki wasn't so pissed off, they'd be touched.
He pulls Thor closer, mostly to maintain some secrecy. "I am on m-m-my pe-pe-period," they hiss, watching as Thor's last brain cell comes to life.
"Oh… well, this explains the irritability of yours, brother. You know your patience always runs low these days," Thor nods, all matter-of-factly. Loki has to take deep breaths and remind themselves again and again that murder is a convicted crime, and they should not get locked up in a Midgardian prison. Or any prison, anytime soon.
Luckily, Thor remains silent after that. The only one who breaks the silence is Friday, reminding Loki that he can't eat before a blood test, or the results will not be accurate. Fine, they didn't really feel hungry anyway.
Perhaps, if you skip today's food entirely, you'll lose that disgusting bloating of yours. He tries hard to not grimace at the thought. No, they have to remind themselves, it will leave after a few days, it always does. Just do the damn tests and then eat, it's not that hard.
When they reach the kitchen, Loki can feel eyes on him and a mix of confusion and irritation in the air. Alright, just stay quiet and it will pass.
Wanda mutters a good morning, her magic swirling around her like some form of shield or blanket. Loki repeats the wish, forcing a smile. They don’t know which is worse, the jealousy building up or the guilt over the last time they listened to that feeling.
Thor helps him find a chair in the bright chaos, and even pulls it. For fucks sake, they're not unable to sit on a fucking chair! He tries to prove it by being the one who adjusts it on the table.
"Morning, dude. How're you feeling?" a man asks, Wilson. Just by his voice, he sounds kind, less judgemental.
"Fine, thank you for asking," they answer, plastering another fake smile (one of the best skills being a prince has given them).
Still, Wanda is seeing through it and attempts to find out, by using a simple mind invading spell. One that makes the base of Loki's skull feel ablaze. As loud as he can, he thinks of the word stop, making Wanda pause and retreat, her curiosity replaced with shame.
Then, a conversation occurs. Loki doesn't want to take part, but the combination of the voices and Friday's translations is overwhelming, making his head pound. Friday catches the message and stops translating, but the voices are still too fucking loud. Loki sighs and decides to just take a sip of water, and see if it'll help, but it turns to ice before it touches their lips. But fuck, he's thirsty and in pain.
A hand touches their shoulder, and they jump up, turning around to see a short person dressed in purple. "Are you ready for the tests?" He asks, Banner. Loki nods and gets up, pardoning himself before walking away.
"Are you okay?" he asks, making Loki groan.
"Wh-wh-wh-why does e-e-everyone ask me-me if I'm okay? I'm f-f-fine!" they snap, stopping only after feeling Banner freeze.
"I asked because you looked like you were about to start crying over there. No offence, they can be loud sometimes, but you didn't seem like you were taking it well," he answers, half expecting his skull to be crushed. But Loki is just ashamed he didn't hide the pain better.
"N-n-n-none t-taken. Noise is not exactly we-we-we-welcome, and I used to to-to-tone it down w-w-with spells. Now, I c-c-c-can't," they explain, just beginning to collect themselves.
"You know, you can ask Friday to deafen, if you use the earpieces. It helps," he suggests. Loki nods, happy with the silence that they fall into. At least Banner doesn't feel like he has to talk all the time, even though he's nervous. He's still afraid of him, even though it's not necessary any more.
The lab is a fucking bright room, Loki has to cover their eyes and let Banner navigate them, after lowering the lights.
During the examination, Loki comes to realize that Asgard and Midgard are opposite when it comes to healing. First, Banner promises secrecy, any information stays private until Loki asks for a leak, or in a life or death situation. And then, he just asks about everything and listens to the answer. No doubt, no comments and no painful examinations with leeches or smelly potions that make people’s skin pink. Well, the examination on light sensitivity was painful, and Loki swears to piss on the grave of whoever thought a flashlight in the eyes is a good idea, but the rest were fine.
When he was young, Odin would not easily believe Loki, no matter what. The times when they were forced in hunts that were leaving them in the healing wing for weeks or feasts until they faint on their plate due to fever are uncountable. The show would usually begin with Loki faking the illness because he’s lazy, come to its climax when Loki would be deemed delicate and weak while being tossed in the healing wing and the parade of hypocrisy would end after Loki returns to his chamber only to be forgotten there. Loki learned two lessons from this. One, if they can stand up, they're not ill, and they shouldn't bother other people with whining. And two, if he's truly ill, it's wiser to deal with it on his own than let others draw conclusions.
The change feels so odd, yet it’s so welcome.
Until the time for the blood test.
"Just follow my instructions, I'll make it as painless as I can," he promises, and then instructs Loki to lift their sleeve and show the armpit, the non-dominant one. Loki doesn't show his nervousness, and tries to appear as cold as possible when he reveals the hand, and everything he's done to it. Banner doesn't comment and doesn't show pity, but his skin grows just green enough for Loki's eyes to notice.
The other instructions were easy. Clench the fist, breathe in, breathe out and relax the hand. Banner is surprised to say the least when he sees the tube filling with blue liquid instead of red, but doesn't comment.
Do you think he could bleed you dry and be done with this shit show? Loki hitches a breath and clinches their stomach, stopping when the sound of something breaking and a hot pain blooms in their arm. Did he freeze the tube and break the needle?
Banner fetches something from a table and grabs Loki's hand, muttering something about getting the needle out. Loki hisses from the pain, and manages to freeze Banner's glove, but he still covers their hand with gauzes. The white starts turning blue and freezing in some parts, Banner is about to do something about it but Loki hums a no.
"Do you want to try again?" he asks, Loki could feel how he was expecting a negative answer. But he nods a yes and covers his right hand, so he’ll uncover the left one and clench. This time, they don't dare looking at the needle and mentally play some random songs for a distraction. Banner tells him to clench again, and then gives him some cotton to press in the hole before he vanishes behind some machine.
"What were you humming?" Banner asks, making Loki's face go ablaze.
"I… em… a song," they mutter, and mentally berate themselves for the lack of words. Banner laughs, but not out of malice. And he hands over a paper box and a bag. Loki stares at him and tilts his head, but Banner tries to brush it off as "something that's always done when someone gets a blood test". As if Loki is also a fool, apart from blind.
They're about to get dismissed and leave when Friday tell them via the earpiece that Banner will ask questions when he sees the test results. Loki sighs, it's better to be the one who tells him, right?
"Ba-banner, about th-th-the te-te-te-test, y-you may so-see some… abnormalities in th-th-the tests. It's n-normal, yet-yet-yet uncomfortable," they trail off, feeling confusion on Banner's side instead of clarity.
"Would you mind being more specific? I need to know what to ignore,"
"Hormonal, m-mostly… on, em…" he groans in frustration, feeling like an absolute fool, "on me-me-menstruation hormones… and y-y-yes, I kn-know wh-what it implies. B-but, d-don't tell anyone, only Th-th-th-thor knows," they get it out, waiting for a myriad of feeling emit from Banner. But he just makes a small oh sound and hands over another paper package.
"I guess you'll find them easier than tampons. If you finish them, just come to me. Don't try to steal Nat's, you'll be disappointed, and possibly earn a chinned tooth," he smiles, but Loki can sense the warmth from saying Romanov's name. Love, he concludes, what a complication when towards your co-worker, from what he's heard.
"W-w-w-we're done?" they raise an eyebrow and look down at Banner, glad he doesn't look afraid. Interesting, just enough inspection, and he isn't afraid any more. What a gullible scientist.
"Friday will find anything we missed, and she can help Tony make you some glasses, if you decide you want them, or inspect the brain damage from the other guy," he answers. Loki nods and is about to turn around, before thinking twice about the answer he got.
"W-w-wait, wh-wh-wh-what brain d-damage?" they blink. Apart from the nightmares, thoughts, flashbacks, headaches and general fuckery, his brain works perfectly. Well, perfectly might be an exaggeration, but the Hulk hasn’t done anything.
"You're telling me you walked around with a dead ear since the Attack and didn't notice?" Banner is now the one to raise an eyebrow.
"I w-w-was in so-so-solitary c-c-confinement until y-y-yesterday. Not much to h-h-h-hear," they explain. But… he should have heard Thor coming today in the corridor…
"Yeah, your left ear is dead, or the nerves getting messages from there to your brain. You can thank the other guy, and there's nothing to be done," he isn't exactly mild on announcing another damage on this throughout fucked up body, but it doesn't exactly matter. So, they just nod and go back to hiding under their sheets, but this time they make Friday play some music, just to cover up the silence.
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reynaruina · 4 years ago
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Blog Intro
Hi there! Name’s ReynaRuina and I like to do a lot of digital art, mostly fanart of cartoons and such!! I’m currently interested in Invader Zim and  Gravity Falls , but I’m also into Avatar: The Last Airbender, Steven Universe , MLP, and some other shows; plus videogames like Minecraft, Don’t Starve and Subnautica. Here’s a little guide on the things I do in here:
Comics, Random Art and Sketches: I share a bit of new stuff every week!
Reblogs of old art: If you’re new, you won’t have to dig thru my blog to find my old stuff. I will reblog it every so often myself!
Sharing other’s art: This isn’t a “my art only” blog, I do enjoy sharing other’s work from time to time (usually pertaining to my current fixation, right now it being IZ and ATLA)
Art resources: I like to find/share a bit of that as well for personal use and my follower’s benefit, if they happen to be artists as well.
Art Highlights side-blog: On reynaruina-art I sometimes post/reblog my best works from both recent and past times. This also doubles as my current online portfolio! 
Some outside-of-Tumblr stuff: 
Art Streams: I stream every Friday and Saturday at 9 pm Eastern Standard Time on my Picarto channel! It is a nice place to hang out, listen to music, and I also have mic on :D
Twitter: I’ve got two Twitter accounts, one for art highlights of my recent/past works and another locked one with mature content (it is adults only and contains sensitive material, you can find the link among My Links)
Where to Find Me:
Asks: My Ask box/submission box are pretty much always open (anon is on! :D). I’ve also got instant messages here o Tumblr on pretty much always.
Discord: I have a private Discord server for Patreon supporters as well where you can reach me at any time for a chat!
Twitter: Feel free to follow me and message me on either account! (do not try to follow my locked one if you’re a minor tho, I will block if necessary)
How to Support me:
Commissions: I am pretty much always open for commission work, don’t be afraid to ask! Here’s a detailed pricelist (needs updating) for whatever you may have in mind :D
Patreon: Made one a couple months ago and I’ve got a few tiers, with different benefits on each! But even the lowest one grants you access to my private Discord server and my whole art archive, plus WIPS and early posts :D
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curiouscarllee · 4 years ago
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Hello, I'm making a list of my OCs with a bit of art and information! I am doing this because I feel as though I post a lot about my characters without ever providing any detail, so, here you go :) On top of this, I'd like to state that I am always intrested in hearing about your ocs as well, you are more than welcome to send me an ask about them or about my own characters :)
Fairlynn: My Main
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Fairlynn is a bosmer, he is the Hero of Kvatch and also Sheogorath. He is a tad unpredictable and has some mental issues in regards to mirroring the mad god and myself. Fairlynn was 28 when he started with saving the world, only 29 when it ended and full of grief with Martin's passing. This drove him to the Shivering Isles in hopes that he could persuade a daedric prince to revive his beloved. That's not at all how it went down, upon noticing this realm was not one of a stronger prince, Fairlynn was tempted to leave the plane but found himself infatuated with it instead.
After a few years, the princes sensed a danger approaching, one in the form of an imperial male that had the possibility of defeating them. Therefore, they agreed to send one of themselves down to nirn in an attempt to stop it. Unfortunately, they chose Fairlynn to get the job done and yeeted him down where the bosmer began to gather enforcments in the form of other people which he thought would become allies when they grew older.. But what he didn't expect was the imperial managed to befriend every. Single. One. Of the people Fairlynn had set on course to hate the man, none of them truly did. That's the exact moment where he went, "if you can't beat em' join em'." And promptly joined the group in his mortal form without revealing to them who he was. Instead the group thinks he's just a skooma addict that is talented in the ways of fighting. They have no idea.
Ragnar
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This is that imperial male stated in the last description. This man is destined to destroy the influence of the daedric princes on the mortal people, however, he has the intelligence of a box of rocks and everyone doubts this prophecy to be true. The only time one can possibly think this true is when he displays his power in the midst of battle, he was blessed by the divines at birth, each giving him power to defeat the evil of the world. He his bound to use it.. But he never uses it for good, I mean,, why would he? He could kill anyone he wants! No way he's gonna be the "good hero"! (Basically, this was my brother's character and he used mods to make him op so I had to improvise.)
Past wise, my brother and I decided to intertwine him with the lore. You rememeber the song Ragnar the Red? That was Ragnar's father. In truth, his name should be Ragnar the second or Ragnar Jr. but his mother, Matilda, said "hahahaha, no, your father was a mess and you shall not be him." and removed the second part. After his mother died of a sickness, Ragnar hesitantly moved towns in search of work. He missed his mother greatly and would give anything to have her back.
S'arra
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Meet S'arra, she is a khajiit female and the heart of the group (along side another who you'll meet shortly). S'arra is the youngest, she may be sweet but she'll rob you blind if she sees a chance. S'arra came from a happy family in Elsywer, she was the child of F'awn and Ja'zaka, two khajiit with completely different sets of morals. Ja'zaka was a born bandit, he was wild and carefree, F'awn (My friends oc :)) was a gentle and caring woman, she loved to live. When F'awn got pregnant, her brother, J'ar, lost his mind. J'ar was fueled with anger towards Ja'zaka and at one point made an attempt at his brother-in-law's life. It was at that moment J'ar was kicked from F'awn's life, he ran from his home and joined a vampire clan/bandit group in Skyrim.
Only months after her birth, Ja'zaka disappeared. He ran and never came back. F'awn tried her best to raise S'arra, but one morning S'arra was taken from her by a rabid animal that invaded the town. The creature took off with S'arra and lead the small khajiit to it's den where a caravan traveling to Skyrim would soon find her and take her with them, raising her as their own on the roads of Skyrim. The caravan was killed and attacked by a certain bandit group/vampire clan (hahaha, yup, the one J'ar is in). S'arra joined the group in hopes of revenge, although, she'll keep that bit to herself. ;)
Adoren
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Now this orc, oh he's amazing. He is an old man, a precious old man with a past of pain and betrayal. In order to introduce his past, we need to introduce his adpoted brother first:
Zanik
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This is Adoren's adopted brother, Zanik (grandson of Nellie), a not so nice older man. Zanik was thrown out by his father a young age, more precisely, he was thrown in a river by his father in one of his father's crazed fits. Zanik can't swim, he hates water more than anything else in his life. The dunmer was washed to shore near an orc stronghold where he was picked up by Adoren and adopted by the orcs family. Zanik and Adoren lived happily for many many years, one day they went on an exploration to scout for different hunting grounds. It started to pour causing the two to take shelter in a dwemer ruin. That's when they heard soft groaning and sounds of pain coming from down one of the halls. Hesitantly, they explored. Only to find:
Kidawe
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My most lore breaking character! Meet Kidawe, a small snow elf from one of the last remaining villiages of falmer! Now, yes, I am breaking the lore because, since when has canon lore stopped me? Kidawe lived on top of the mountains to the north of Cyrodiil and the South of Skyrim. His village is small and portable, in case they need to move, the tribe of elves is shrouded in mystery, they've managed to live this long and refuse to leave their mountain. Kidawe doesn't listen to that, he runs off each night in search for dwemer ruins, things he find more then interesting. The young elf holds no fear when he's in his element, and he loves to explore. One evening, while in a ruin he is attacked by a vampire/bandit named Raeferth (the leader) who pushes him to join the group, trying to convince the snow elf that his expertise is needed. Kidawe refuses and then engages in battle with the nord, he looses and ends up pinned under a fallen pillar that crushes his arm.
Upon waking up after falling unconscious from the pain, Kidawe is met with the sight of Adoren and Zanik standing over him. After many many months of trust building, the two get Kidawe to befriend them. Kidawe uses their help to fashion himself a new arm from dwarven parts found in the ruin. After a few years, Kidawe disappears. He was taken by force by Raeferth (the others do not know this). Adoren and Zanik are heart broken. They miss their friend greatly.
Adoren/Zanik Pt.2
After losing Kidawe, these two go off and join a bandit group.. Yes the same vampire clan group. Adoren thrives in the group, he his strong and more then willing to get his hands dirty. Zanik.. Not so much. Zanik is only kept around because of Adoren. They all know not to mess with Zanik or else they mess with Adoren.
After spending a few years with them, Adoren decides he can't continue this. Zanik begs him not to leave, trying to make the orc realize that this group will not let them go without hurting them. Adoren doesn't listen and leaves the bandits, later that day the stronghold is burnt to the ground. Adoren looses everything in the fire, his parents pass away, his friends and family. Instead of processing lose normally, he makes it up in his head that the reason Zanik was warning him was because Zanik had a hand in it. Therefore the two fight and Adoren punches Zanik, he's wearing a ring that catches under Zanik's flesh and pratically tears off his cheek leaving the dunmer with a horrible scar. Adoren warns Zanik never to speak with him again.
Which of course doesn't stand because after they grew up into old men, they cross eachother's paths once more. They both join up with the good guy group at different times, Adoren joins first after he finds them in his house, and Zanik joins when he is once again found washed up on the shore.
Zorlin
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Not much on this boio, he was my first oc in the Elder Scrolls. He's an argonian heavy set warrior. Zorlin is silent and cut throat, he is a part of the Brotherhood and only joins the good guy group after his brother, Tu'ru is 'murdered' by Raeferth.
Tristane
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There is so much on him. I'm just going to do bullet points:
Born in Skyrim 200+ years ago. He never knew his true parents and was instead brought up by a wealthy noble family. They more kept him around for labor.
He befriends 3 local kids, Mayrn (breton like him), Raeferth (nord trouble maker), and Lynik (Raeferth's brother).
They all cause problems and Tristane falls in love with Raeferth :D
One day Raeferth claims to have found immortality, Tristane instantly says "No, I'm not doing this." And leaves the friend group, trying to focus on himself.
He is then framed for a crime he didn't commit and sent to Cyrodiil's Imperial Prison. Then he is bailed out by the Emperor and sent to Morrowind.
Morrowind happens, Tristane changes from whining child to even whiner child with the ability to cast spells.
After Morrowind, Tristane travels to Solstiem where he is confronted with Mayrn and Lynik (both as bandit vampires).
Mayrn and Lynik try to force him back to Skyrim to see Raeferth and join them. Tristane, as he said before, says "no". So they kill him.
Now they don't really kill him, they use a method I made up called Soul Gem Reflection. This is something I completely made up but I like it so sue me. I can write an entire post on this alone so we're just gonne say, "Soul gem reflection is a method in which the targets soul is directed towards an object they held dear in life instead of dying. They're life essence is held in the soul gem, but they live in the object."
In this case, Tristane was reflected in his journal.
Lynik felt horrible for doing this to his friend, he felt guilty and returned the journal which he unknowingly relfected the breton in, and gave it to Tristane's family who in turn stuffed the journal in the basement.
Fast forward 200+ years and Adoren buys the manor, finding Tristane's journal inside and opening it. Surprise! Out springs a ghostly figure of Tristane who then convinced Adoren to take him along with the group!
Other Characters:
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This is J'ar. He's mentioned above.
Also, here's some more character that aren't affiliated with the group:
-Baendil and Baendal are bosmer brothers, they were abandoned by their parents and instead found by cranky altmer father Kornan. They're bandits (not related to vampires at all). They're bad, not morally wrong but actually just bad at being bandits. They couldn't rob you even if you asked them to.
-I will add more later I'm sure.
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maybeimamuppet · 3 years ago
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the blood of angry (wo)men
hey hey darling readers!! welcome back!! for a second, anyway!! this is a request fill for aspenchokey on wattpad, who requested leo and layla being with damian and one gets her period. so here it is. this also means you get to meet some more of my oc''s in the form of damian and aaron's kids. so, some basic information: they're a group of three biological siblings that they adopted. ivie is the oldest, shes 18 in this and was 13 when they were adopted, but shes just mentioned and not really in this. ellis is in the middle, hes 15 and was 10 when they were adopted. then milly (short for amelie) is the baby. shes 8 in this and was 3 when they were adopted.
tw for periods/menstruation. otherwise, please enjoy!!
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“Girls!” Cady calls from the kitchen. Her twins both come barreling down the stairs to find her.
“Yeah, Mama?” Layla asks, panting slightly.
“Uncle D is going to watch you tonight, your mom and I have a-“ Cady replies.
“Date night, we know, Mama. It’s Saturday,” Leo finishes. Cady chuckles.
“We are pretty predictable, aren’t we?” She hums. “We’ll drop you off around five and be back to get you by eleven.”
“Ooh, late night,” Layla teases. Cady rolls her eyes.
“You know what we get up to,” she huffs. “Your boring old mothers.”
“Mom told us about the time she stole a sheep when you were in high school,” Leo pipes up. “What happened to that?”
“We happened,” Cady laughs. “She grew up and settled down.”
Janis comes in then, paintbrush behind her ear and carrying a mug. “Hey, gang. What are we talking about?”
“You,” Layla teases. “And how you’re old and boring now.”
“Ah,” Janis says with a knowing nod. She takes a drink of whatever’s in her mug. “Oh, that’s the paint water, what-ugh!”
“Jay,” Cady huffs around a laugh. “Maybe you haven’t settled down. Why do you never look at things before you drink them?”
“I like to live on the edge,” Janis responds, wiping her tongue off on a paper towel.
“We’re in our forties now, you should probably step back from that edge,” Cady giggles as she hands her some juice to rinse the taste from her mouth. “Goofy.”
Janis thankfully takes the offered beverage and chugs it, then wraps her wife in a hug. “Thank you.”
“Of course, my love,” Cady chuckles, turning around and pulling her wife in for a kiss. The twins both exclaim in disgust and run back upstairs. “You still taste like paint, go brush your teeth.”
“Okay,” Janis pouts.
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“Layla! Leo!” The twins’ cousin, Milly, yells as she runs to greet them.
“Let them breathe, Mills,” Damian chides gently as his nieces are squished in a tight hug by his youngest child. Milly moves onto her aunties, so Damian takes his turn to tackle the twins.
“Hey, Uncle D,” Leo says, sounding a little choked as she’s wrapped in a tight hug. It’s what they’ve come to expect after thirteen years of knowing him. Janis eventually pries him off her daughters for her turn, and Cady joins in.
Layla and Leo head into the living room as Milly drags them along. Aaron is there playing a video game with his son, Ellis.
“Ellie!” Layla yells teasingly, running to tackle her cousin. Ellis has roughly four seconds to scramble to put his controller down and get into a safe position before she lands on him with a dull thud.
“I hate you so much,” he grumbles. “Hey.”
“Whatcha playing?” Layla asks, yelping as Leo drags her off to allow her cousin some personal space.
“Fifa,” Ellis says once he’s got his hair back to its properly ruffled state.
“Ooh, can I play?” Layla asks. Aaron hands his controller over. “Hehe. I’m gonna kick your ass.”
“Hey!” Cady and Janis both call at the same time. Layla shrinks into herself.
“Sorry, moms,” she mumbles. Cady raises an eyebrow at Janis, who also shrinks into herself. They both know she’s the reason why their twins know every curse word in the dictionary. “Sorry El.”
“It’s fine,” Ellis chuckles. “I’ll kick your butt first.”
Layla snaps to attention and goes to work trying to beat her cousin. Aaron comes to join his husband and friends for a chat while Milly drags Leo to the backyard to do dances.
After a nice, but long, conversation, Cady and Janis kiss their twins goodbye and head out. Damian and Aaron are now left alone with four children. Oh boy.
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Leo teaches Milly bits of her routines until sunset, at which point they’re called inside. Both of them are sweaty and frizzy-haired and immediately head to the kitchen to chug down water.
Leo plops down next to her sister and leans in, covering her twin in sweat. Layla shoves her away with a groan.
“Ew, Leo! Gross!”
“Like you don’t do it to me,” Leo retaliates. “What happened to kicking his butt?”
“I’ve never played this before!” Layla says.
“You played soccer for, like, five years, how is a video game of it that different?” Leo teases. Ellis tugs Leo down to the floor by an ankle to stop their bickering. She yelps and thumps to the ground beside him. “Ow!”
“You’re a gymnast, don’t you fall all the time?” Ellis teases.
“Yeah, on my face, usually,” Leo grumbles, rubbing her sore bum. She notices red on her hand when she shifts positions. Oh, hell.
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“Where did Leo run off to?” Aaron asks as he comes back into the room.
“I dunno, she just ran upstairs,” Ellis shrugs. “She was fine before, I don’t know what happened.”
“I’ll go check on her,” Layla says. “Here, Uncle Aaron.”
“Thanks, squirt,” Aaron says, taking the controller back from his niece and getting back into the game.
“Lolo? Where did you go?” Layla calls as she heads up the stairs to find her twin.
Nothing.
“Hey!” Layla yelps as a hand suddenly snatches her arm and hauls her into the bathroom. “Leo, what-“
“We have a situation,” Leo hisses.
“Okay, you couldn’t just tell me that? Where have you been?” Layla grumbles. “What do you want, dummy?”
“I’ve been in here,” Leo murmurs. “It… happened.”
“What?”
“It,” Leo says again, sharper. Layla’s eyes go wide.
“Ohhhh,” she says. “That’s… fine, you know? Mom and Mama told us about this, they said not to be embarrassed. It’s natural, Lolo.”
“Yeah, but there’s nothing to use. Our backpacks are at home and there’s nothing here,” Leo huffs. “I think Ivie took all her stuff with her to college. I don’t want to get blood all over the place.”
“Oh yeah,” Layla agrees. “Should I go ask Uncle D to buy some?”
“No!”
“Why not? You need something,” Layla huffs. “Or are you just gonna hide in here until Mom and Mama come get us?”
“I don’t want him to know,” Leo grumbles. “It’s… it’s embarrassing.”
“You’re literally doing the opposite of what Mom and Mama said to do,” Layla says. “Uncle D, like, changed our diapers and stuff. He has two daughters, and one of them definitely already has her period. He’s not gonna care or judge you for needing stuff.”
“Yeah, I know, but-“ Leo begins, getting cut off by a knock on the door.
“Ladies, is everything good? You’ve been in there a while,” Damian asks through the door. “We’re gonna watch a movie soon.”
The twins frantically gesture to one another, having a conversation without words. Layla wants to tell him, Leo doesn’t. Layla wins.
She checks to make sure everything important is covered to protect her twin’s privacy and then opens the door. Damian pokes his head in with his eyes closed.
“What’s up?” He asks.
“Japan is invading,” Leo grumbles.
“What?”
“Satan’s sacrificial waterfall,” Leo tries again.
“Oh,” Damian says. “Oh my gosh! Aww, honey! You guys are growing up quick, holy shit.”
“Why did you get that one?” Layla asks.“That’s what your mom called it when we were in high school,” Damian explains. “And college. Living together was rough those weeks.”
The twins both giggle a bit, imagining their mom clinging to Damian and whining at him. It’s nothing they haven’t seen before, but imagining them younger is fun.
“Oh, we don’t have anything here, do we?” Damian suddenly realizes. “Shit. Which one of you is it? Both?”
“Just her,” Layla teases. “But yeah, she needs stuff.”
Damian thwacks her on the head gently. “It’s gonna happen to you, soon, be nice. Leo, honey, why don’t you take a shower? I’m gonna take your darling twin to go buy you some stuff you’ll need.”
“Did I get blood anywhere?” Leo asks anxiously as Damian hands her a few soft towels.
“I didn’t see any,” Damian shrugs. “If you did it’s not a big deal, after being married to your uncle for twelve years I know how to get stains out of everything. Speaking of, give Layla anything that got stained, we’ll wash that for you.”
“Okay,” Leo murmurs. “Thanks, Uncle D.”
“Of course, honey. You relax, everything’s good,” Damian comforts, hauling Layla back out of the bathroom and shutting the door. “Darling?”
Aaron pops his head out from the kitchen and looks at them as they walk downstairs. “Yeah, babe?”
“I’m taking Layla out for a while, do you have dinner plans yet?” Damian asks.
“No, why?” Aaron asks as Damian follows him back to the kitchen. He spies the slightly stained shorts in Layla’s hands. “Ah. Got it.”
Layla looks between them in confusion. “What?”
“We’re having spaghetti and meatballs tonight,” Aaron says.
“Okay, how did you-what did-“ Layla stutters.
“Both your moms always crave carbs and red meat when they’re on their periods, it’ll probably be the same for you two. You learn stuff quick when you live with two ladies,” Damian shrugs.
“Daddy, can I come?” Milly asks. “Please? I’m done with chores.”
“Of course, Froggy,” Damian says, grinning as his daughter squeals and runs off to find some shoes. “El, do you want to come?”
“Where are you going?” Ellis asks.“Just the convenience store, probably,” Damian says. Ellis shakes his head and goes back to his video game. “Alrighty. Let’s go!”
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“Layla, do you know what brand your moms bought you guys?” Damian asks once they’re in the right aisle.
“No,” Layla says. “Does it really matter? They all look the same.”
“I guess it doesn’t matter all that much,” Damian shrugs. “But they are different sizes, so we’ll have to read them first.”
“These ones are pretty,” Milly says, pointing to a box.
“Those are tampons, honey, we need pads,” Damian says. “Your moms should do tampons with you, that’s not… my area of expertise.”
“What’s a tampon?” Milly asks.
“Um… it’s kind of like a pad, but it goes inside,” Damian says. Milly pulls a face and runs away from the box. “You have a few years left, kiddo. You have time to learn.”
“It’s gonna happen to me too?” Milly huffs.“Yep. Every month until you’re about fifty,” Damian responds with a ruffle to her hair.
“What the hell?!” Milly yells. “That’s not fair! Daddy, can’t I just be a boy like you?”
Damian and Layla both bite their lips to hold back a laugh at Milly’s reaction. Damian doesn’t even scold her for swearing.
“Do you actually want to be a boy or do you just not want a period?” Layla asks helpfully. “You don’t have to be a boy to not get one. My mom takes medicine to stop hers because it bugs her so much.”
“Oh,” Milly says. “I’ll do that. I like being a girl.”
Layla hugs her from behind and continues browsing. “This kind look familiar, I think this is what Mama got us.”
Damian grabs grabs the box and reads over it. “Sounds good to me.” He tosses it into their basket along with the nighttime variety in case someone gets their period during a sleepover. “Okay, this way.”
“Candy?” Layla asks in confusion when she sees what aisle they’ve been led to. “Why?”
“You have so much to learn, young one,” Damian tuts. He grabs a massive bag of chocolate and adds it to their basket too. Layla tries to peek at what kinds are inside and earns herself a gentle flick. “Not for you.”
“That’s all for Leo?!” Layla asks loudly. “No fair!”
“Do you currently have a torrent of blood escaping your body against your will?” Damian asks with a raised eyebrow. Layla shakes her head. “That’s what I thought. You’ll get your own bag when you get yours. I’ll fight off your moms to give you your first period chocolate. Just a few more things, then we can go back home.”
Damian grabs some spare undies and a lavender teddy, one that can be microwaved and used as a heating pad. Once that’s been added to the basket he lets each of the girls pick a face mask for themselves, and ones for him, Aaron, Leo, and Ellis too.
“Ooh, look!” Milly suddenly says, wandering off when she spies some miniature backpacks. “Daddy, can I get one?”
“Actually, yeah,” Damian says. “Layla, that’d be good for when you two don’t have your school backpacks, you could keep your stuff in there. You should pick one too.”
“Okay,” Layla shrugs, grabbing a purple one without much thought.
“This one can be for Leo!” Milly says happily, holding a blue one with her own pink one.
“Sounds good, Froggy,” Damian hums. “Okay, let’s go check out now.”
Once their few items have been purchased, Milly takes the receipt that’s nearly as long as she is and does a ribbon dance around the parking lot. Layla cheers her on and acts as a backup dancer until they make it back to the car.
“Crazies,” Damian says lovingly as they enter the car. “Buckle up, I need to go home and eat.”
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They hear the shower water shut off just as they get back. Damian sends Layla upstairs with the new undies and pads to give to Leo. Her twin opens the door to take them and then quickly shuts it again, locking it behind her. Layla is halfway back downstairs before she hears Leo call for her.
With an eye roll she turns back around. “What now?”
“I don’t have clothes,” Leo mumbles. “Mine are in the laundry.”
“Oh,” Layla says. She takes a deep breath and yells, “Uncle D!”
“What?” Damian yells back.
“Leo needs clothes!”
“Oh! Okay, one sec!” Damian calls.
“God, Layla, you’re so loud,” Leo grumbles through the door.
“It worked, I don’t see why you’re complaining,” Layla huffs back.
Damian pads his way up the stairs. “You guys can’t share with Milly anymore, can you? That growth spurt you two had. Hmm.”
He disappears to his own bedroom and comes back with some of his old sweatpants and a hoodie.
“These will have to do, Aaron’s old stuff is all in the laundry,” he says, handing them to Layla to give to her twin. “Leo, dinner’s done whenever you’re ready, honey.”
“Thanks, Uncle D,” Leo calls through the door.
“Of course,” Damian says as he heads back to everyone downstairs.
“Do you need anything else, Your Highness?” Layla grumbles.
“No, leave me alone,” Leo says back.
“Suit yourself. Love you,” Layla calls as she also heads back downstairs.
“Love you too!”
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Leo comes padding gently down the stairs a few minutes later. Her wet hair is loosely braided over her shoulder and she’s in her uncle’s sweats, the pants tied with a hair tie at her waist and cuffed to fit, and the sleeves of the shirt rolled up several times.
Layla watches in a mix of awe and concern as her small dancer of a twin sister wolfs down three portions of their spaghetti dinner in the same time it takes her to finish one. Leo sticks her tongue out at her when she catches her staring.
-
“Whoa,” Leo says when she spies the massive bag of candy and teddy bear waiting for her on the couch after dinner. “This is all for me?”
“Of course,” Damian says. “Celebrate your next forty-odd years of misery, come on.”
“Leo, look,” Milly insists, dragging her to see the teddy bear. “He smells nice and you can cook him so he gets warm!”
“Thanks, Mills,” Leo chuckles. “Did you name it yet?”
“No,” Milly murmurs. “Um… Theo!”
“I like it,” Leo nods.
“Oh, wait!” Milly yells suddenly, running to grab the backpacks they bought.
“Milly, inside voice, darling,” Aaron scolds gently. There’s not much use to it, Milly is so exuberant all the time.
“Sorry Papa,” Milly says shyly. “Here!”
Leo takes it curiously. “Thank you.”
“For when we don’t have our school bags,” Layla explains. “Mine’s purple, don’t touch it.”
Leo rolls her eyes. “Sure, like I want your stuff. Hey, that’s mine!”
Layla quickly stuffs the rest of her stolen piece of chocolate into her mouth so Leo can’t have it back. “Heh.”
“Loser,” Leo huffs.
“Settle down,” Damian chuckles, grabbing his daughter and sitting on the couch for a movie while Milly passes out the face masks. Ellis cuddles into his side, and Aaron sits by him. Leo and Layla take their usual place on the ground by everyone’s feet. Leo holds her new warm teddy bear to her cramping tummy and forces her twin to cuddle her.
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“Heyyy,” Cady greets as they enter the house a few hours later. Milly runs to go hug her aunties.
“Hey, Milly Billy!” Janis greets, scooping her niece up and carrying her back to the living room. “Aww.”
Her twins are both sound asleep on the floor and almost completely intertwined. She can’t totally tell where one ends and the other begins.
“Why is Leo in Damian’s clothes?” Cady asks, taking a few pictures of her daughters actually tolerating each other.
“And why is there so much chocolate?” Janis adds, setting Milly down to go back to her own family.
“Leo started her period, her stuff got stained,” Damian explains. Aaron heads to go grab said clothes from the dryer. “So we took a fun little trip to the convenience store.”
“Poor kid,” Janis hums. “I didn’t even think of that, we gave them stuff to keep in their school bags but I forgot to give them anything for when they’re… not at school.”
“She was fine, she actually handled everything pretty well,” Damian shrugs. “Did you ladies have fun?”
Cady starts giggling suddenly, and Janis pouts. “I only hit the ceiling one time!”
“Jay, we went bowling,” Cady giggles. “I still don’t know how you managed it, that ball was heavy.”
“It was one time! I beat you, anyway,” Janis grumbles.
“I let you win,” Cady retaliates. “Get our children.”
Janis carefully pries the twins apart and scoops up Layla while Cady takes all of their things. Cady carefully pecks her daughter on the forehead as Janis carries her past and giggles quietly as her nose twitches.
Janis comes back once Layla is safely in the car and grabs Leo to carry her out as well. Leo is a lighter sleeper and wakes up as she’s lifted from the ground.
“Hey, Mommy,” she yawns. Janis chuckles and kisses her forehead.
“Hey, Bee. I hear you had a big day,” she whispers back. Leo nods and cuddles into her. Cady kisses her forehead too, and her daughter grins a little. “Bye guys. Thank you for taking care of her.”
Aaron and Damian both wave as the ladies all leave. Janis puts Leo in the back by her sister and gets into her own seat to take her family home. Leo falls back asleep almost immediately, so Cady and Janis are almost alone together.
Cady looks at her when she hears a sniffle. “Mpendwa, what’s wrong?”
“They’re growing up,” Janis whispers. “Leo has her period, she’s-she’s a teenager. They both are, they’re not… they’re not my little ones anymore.”
Cady grins sadly at her and squeezes her hand. “I know. We can’t stop time. But they’ll always be our babies.”
Janis nods and squeezes her back, blinking the tears out of her eyes so she can drive safely.
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Janis carries the twins up to bed once they get home. When she heads back to her own bedroom, she finds her wife waiting for her with an old photo album from the twins’ first few years.
Janis rushes through changing into her pajamas and brushing her teeth to cuddle in with her wife. She and Cady stay up late, reminiscing over the photos and even farther back.
“Did you ever think when you rescued me from the bathroom that day in high school that we’d be here?” Cady asks quietly once photos have been seen and stories retold.
“I could only dream it, Sunshine,” Janis murmurs back. Cady scoffs and nudges her.
“You’re so poetic,” she chuckles. Janis rests the photo album on her nightstand and grabs her wife for their nightly cuddle session. Once the lights are off and they’re holding each other close, Cady whispers, “I’m glad we’re here.”
“I am too, baby,” Janis whispers back in between kisses. “I am too.” -
thank you for reading!! hope you enjoyed!
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fe-semi-decent-scenarios · 4 years ago
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Hi!! I've just found your blog and really like how you write! If it's no trouble, how would either the blue lions or black eagles react to an s/o that wants to drop out of the academy? Like, would they try to stop them or let them go? (pre-timeskip of course lol)
[Hello and welcome to my blog! Thank you for the compliments, they truly mean the world to me. For this i’ll write for BE considering that I haven’t gotten a request for them in particular recently.You can always tell which characters I write for first because the imagines gradually get longer as I become more invested lol. Hope you like it!] 
WARNING: SPOILERS FOR BLACK EAGLE RUN BELOW
Edelgard: 
Edelgard would approach the situation cautiously. She will not act until she somehow pries every detail out of you.
“I understand my dear...but may I ask why?” - Will lead you through a roundabout interrogation. If there’s any possibility that you’re being cohered to leave by an external source she will find out
Hubert may receive a mission to do some digging
Her course of action also depends greatly on timing. If this issue suddenly appears around when she plans to invade the monastery then she will let you go with a grain of salt. She does not want to fight you in battle if you decide to side with the church 
If she is already certain that you are on her side then she will offer you refuge in Enbarr before the war begins.  
Is also very understanding if one of your reasons for dropping out is not wanting to fight your friends and/or develop emotional attachments 
Whatever you decide will not change anything. One way or another you’d be leaving Garreg Mache, who is she to call the shots on how?
Dorathea:
“I will not stand to let you go without an explanation” - Please do not let her find out through a secondary source 
Seriously. 
Dorathea is not the loose girl that people peg her to be. She is kind, headstrong, and will whip your butt if you plan to just up and leave her 
Depending on your reasoning she will try to stop you. It’s such an effort to earn a place at the academy, and leaving is truly a waste in her opinion 
Might actually drag the professor into the conversation if you don’t convince her fast enough. Yes, she will resort to any tactics necessary
Being away from you might actually break her heart. She knows it’s selfish but if you leave then the chances you’ll ever be together are slim 
In the end she’ll give in, saying that she loves you. If you end up staying she’ll be overjoyed
If you leave...well, she won’t change. To the average eye she’s the same person but to those close the fire behind her actions is gone 
Find her after garreg mache falls. Please, don’t leave her wondering if you lived  
Bernadetta:
She’s at a loss. One of the closest people she has is leaving and she can’t do anything
The only way she finds out is through the professor. There’s a knocking on her door that won’t go away, and on the outside there they stand. They ask her to try and convince you; naturally, she attempts to get out of it
“Me?! Isn’t there someone better you could ask?” Initially she’ll freak out before the realization sets in. 
“I can’t do anything...they won’t listen to someone like me”- and with that she’ll hole herself away from everyone. In her mind there won’t be a need for a goodbye if you two don’t meet 
Even if you come to her door every day she won’t open it. Instead she’ll cling to her bear stuffie with bated breath until you walk away
Until one day you don’t show 
She waits, and waits, and waits, and waits. She waits till the sky is dark yet you still haven’t come
Then she’ll creep out of her room, maybe you fell asleep outside while trying to trick her out? When she sees an empty courtyard her stomach drops
She’ll walk to your room in a haste only to see boxes stacked outside. Her heart shatters
“W-w-wait! P-please, please d-don’t go” - Hear her out and talk. She’s sorry for ignoring you, just don’t leave 
Petra: 
Her position is one that doesn’t offer much freedom.
Not enough to travel Fodlan, not enough to help her country, and not enough to follow you. If you leave then that’s it. You’re gone 
Petra will listen to your argument in full. She knows the feeling of being somewhere you do not feel welcome. She wants you to forge the path you wish to walk
“If this is not the place of being in which you call home, then you must do the leaving. I will not be stopping you” 
Petra will want to know what your plans are after you go. Where can she find you? Would you perhaps like to come visit Bridgid after she graduates? 
Petra does not view it as an end, but as a path to a new beginning. If anyone tries to tell you otherwise then she will honestly fight them. They will not take away your right to be free and make your own choices
On the inside she is hurting, greatly. There are not many people at the academy that made her feel at home, with you gone there will be even less. 
She plans to send you letters often. On pen and paper she conveys her thoughts easily, and it will be good practice for learning the language of fodlan 
If you end up staying she will reveal how you leaving would have hurt her, but if you go the relief is still there. 
Knowing you were far from the monestary during the fighting puts her at ease. 
Caspar: 
“You can’t leave! We’ve worked so hard here, and there’s people that need us! Why give that up?!” 
Caspar is not happy. In fact, his entire day is completely soured. When you tell him he won’t even take it seriously at first. He’ll laugh like it’s some kind of ‘twisted joke’. You know, give you a pat on the back and continue talking about something else. Basically he avoids the conversation lol give dima a run for his money why don’t ya
Then he gets defensive. Why even bother enrolling if you’re just going to give up half-way? He honestly rambles so fast that getting a single word in is harder than convincing linhardt to train 
Just let him get it out.
 When he’s done listing off all the reasons you should stay he’ll be out of breath and leaning against one of the nearby tables. Hopefully you chose to have this conversation in private because he does not control his volume
It’s best to not say anything more. When he sees that you’re not swayed he’ll leave to go be alone. Give him some time and then go talk again 
You’ll most likely find him sitting with his head in his hands by the peer. Very ‘uncaspar’ behavior 
“I know it’s your choice- I do, but...I don’t want you to leave” 
This is when you can explain your reasoning to him. He’ll just sit there and take it in silently. Though at the end he’ll reinstate the points he brought up before, and ask you to rethink the situation again. He knows that he makes rash decisions, but that doesn’t mean you have to 
If you decide to stay he’ll try his best to help remedy any issues you have while at the academy, and beyond that he’ll ask you to stick by him during the war 
If you leave he still won’t accept it, but he knows that it isn’t his choice. Just be safe. 
Hubert: 
Hubert knew of your plans long before you brought it up. The moment you two entered a courtship he did an extensive background check, and now constantly keeps track of anything you’re involved with 
Some call it creepy, he calls it safety 
Just so happens that a little birdie told him about you sending in an inquiry about withdrawal papers. First he notifies Lady Edelgard about the possible prospect of losing an ally, and then he approaches you personally 
“Did you really think you could let this sneak past me?” -He’d ask once sure that you two were alone. While improper, he would sneak into your dorm past curfew. He’d find you sitting at your desk as if you were expecting him 
“No, I only wanted to test how your ‘research’ skills are fairing. This must be a new record,”- You’d reply with just as much attitude. A smirk would crawl up his lips at it. You always have something to say 
Before expressing any personal distaste he has with the decision, Hubert’s first priority is to find where you stand with regard to Empire. He’ll snoop by asking your opinion of the church to deduce if you’ll be a possible enemy. His duty comes before his personal opinions 
Then he will calmly ask for your reasoning, and attempt to come up with a different solution. If there is one he will do all in his power to convince you of it. You are a respected ally and cherished companion of “the empire” (we all know he will not say you’re important to him this early on in the relationship. Give it another six years)
If deemed trustworthy, he will take similar action to Edelgard. He offers you a home in Enbarr located near where he will be stationed. When the time comes you can choose to either fight with the army, or do as you wish. There are many less dangerous positions he knows you are well qualified for
Linhardt: 
When he wants to care he will do so. We’ve seen it with how he treats crest research in comparison to something like daily lessons. Linhardt is extremely intelligent and can even outsmart someone as wise as Hanneman if he wants to
He treats his partner like how he wishes for them to treat him: with trust. If there are rumors of your planned departure floating about the monastery he will ignore them. Gossip has never proved to bare no consequence
To be persistent in such a situation holds no merit in his eyes
That does not mean he is not curious. From what he gathered you seemed to be living a pleasant life here at the monastery. There should be no probable cause for departure unless he’s missing something 
Linhardt is the kind to patiently wait. He will not seek you out or ask any of the professors. Instead he will spend his days with you as usual until you bring up the topic in question
This is where it is a battle of wits. He can be quite persuasive when he wishes to be, and right then he’s extra motivated. Though one look at the stressed crease of your brow dials down his normally paramount nature 
He will suggest that you humor him with a list of pro’s and con’s of leaving. Afterwords he’ll throw in his own two-cents and leave you to think on your own 
“If I were you I would not be so hasty. The human lifespan is brief and to dispose of an opportunity of this caliber could prove detrimental to your future” -way to pile on the stress Linhardt 
Just remember that you love him and that he is only thinking in your best interest from a statistical standpoint. On the inside he really is afraid of what might happen to you when he is not around
The boy already hates bloodshed, but your injuries in particular are ones that make him blanch
Ferdinand:  
Lorenz brings up a rumor of you withdrawing during their annual tea. He doesn’t do so out of spite, but merely out of concern considering that you are a good friend. He assumes that if anyone should know it would be your boyfriend 
He did not
Not even a bit 
“You must be mistaken my friend. If such a thing ere to transpire (Y/N) would have informed me immediately” - He would brush it off, but internally his nerves are fried. He decides to see you out once his evening duties are finished 
The entire day he’s anxious to hear from you. It shows in how he completes his tasks. Oh, the shame. What proper noble cannot properly re-shelve library books? 
When he finds you he cannot hide the anxiety in his voice. You instantly pick up on it and address the topic. Ferdinand does not take it well
“Do you hear yourself? To give up on such an opportunity as this is utter foolishness! I thought the rumors were preposterous, but to hear they were true?” - he would be flabbergasted. Dorothea has made it prominent that he tends to push his ideals onto others, but this was completely different
His words hurt. You were already struggling enough as it was to come to a decision. He of all people should be supporting you 
You just leave midway during the conversation. After a moment of recollection he regrets what he said. That sort of treatment is not befitting of a noble...or anyone really 
He’ll go find you and apologize. It doesn’t matter if you’re alone or beside some of your monastery pals, he will beg for forgiveness and will not leave you alone until you give it 
Then he completely butts out. He makes his side of the coin apparent but leaves the ultimate decision to you 
“I apologize. I unfairly lashed out at you after you spoke to me in confidence. I was hurt that you desired to leave everyone...and me. No matter what you decide I will support you”  
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oh-shit-a-baby · 5 years ago
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BLACK FRIDAY THOUGHTS PART TWO
A complete compilation of my thoughts throughout the musicals second half,,, this bois going to be real long bc I have a lot of thoughts lol
Now without @drawinglinesinarbitraryplaces :(
Yep dumbledore can still sing
Omg his voice
This song is going to make me cry aaaaa
Becky: you don’t look at all the same as I remember
Me: yeah no shit dumbledore grew a beard
Jesus,,,,, theyre just going to go for it right there,,,,,, ookay
Wtaf is this movie they’re watching
HOLY SHIT HER VOICE IS /PRETTY/ HER RANGE IS HUGE!!!
Idk if this is an unpopular opinion bc no one has an opinion yet but Becky and toms song is the cutest one ever and a bop and I love it
Jesus they payed for a balcony and they’re going to fucking use it aren’t they
WELCOME TO PEIP HQ IM SO DOWN FOR THAT
OH THERE ARE MANY DIMENSIONS????? U GONNA EXPLAIN THAT MR GENERAL MACNAMARA????
The black and white isn’t that what lexs sister was on about
Wiggly is the king u wot m8
President kurt knows nothing about anything and that’s a mood
So if the next movie isn’t about ‘13 years ago’ imma freak
U WANNA SEND ME INTO THE FUCKIN TWILIGHT ZONE AND HAVE DINNER WITH THE DEVIL??????!?!!
NO!!! FUCK THAT!!!!! FUCK THAT!!!!! FUCK THAT!!!!!
^^^president kurt quotes
In short, mr president, we are trying to stop the birth
*dramatic piano*
Of a god.
*dRAMATIC PIANO*
It’s good score tho 10/10
Sherman young
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Nuff said
After today’s great battle???
Faith in the one true god!! All hail wiggly!!!
My new religion lol
LET LAKESIDE MALL BE A NEW JERUSALEM!!!!
*cue joey and Robert just screaming wiggly for like 5 mins straight*
NO THEY FOUND LEX
OH YEAH FUCKIN KILL THEM!!!
Who????????
FUCK YEAH LINDA
CULT??? NO! ITS A NEW EXCITING RELIGION THAT I STARTED!!!!
Yeah Gerald
She pronounces Cinnabon as see-nah-bohn what’s up with that lol
I NEED A WIGGLY DOLL...... IDEALLY FOUR OF THEM!!!
IVE MET GOD. HE HAD NOTHING NICE TO SAY ABOUT YOU.
*cue people dying and their mics stopping working*
Holy fuck they all wanna kill Hannah now (lexs sister gets a name now apparently)
LAUREN I LOVE YOU AS A VILLAIN
I would kneel before villain Lauren any day
I will deestroy everything, and then I will deestroy everything, and then I will deestroy everything and then I will oh shit it’s Gerald.
While I don’t want you to think for yourselves I do want you to understand what I mean when I say my evil shit
I’m sorry that choreo is a yike
ETHAN DARLING COME BACK I MISS YOU <<<333333
IM CRYING NOW
He’s in the black and white now we’ll that sounds like shit
NOT ETHAN
Hannah is the unsung hero of this musical so far
*said in wiggly voice* well, webby (Hannah’s spider imaginary friend who I think is gonna be the deus ex machina of this thing) is a stupid bitch!
Rotten little banana. I’m going to peel you. I’m going to split you in two. I’m going to eat you Hannah. I’m going to eat you right now. *all said in dramatic wiggly voice*
Aaand their mics broke again
We don’t get tricked! We’re grown ups!
And Becky and Tom are immediately evil the second they see the wiggly bc of course they are
Jesus beckys the villain???????
Welcome to the musical where everyone gets a villain song AND a hero song??????
Her voice is still beautiful
*Prancing around* DO YOU WANT SOME CANDYYYYY??????
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She’s still wearing ethans hat my heart is going to go oh my god
And he just,,,,, leaves Becky to die?????
President Kurt in a space suit oh my god
And America is great again is playing in the background
MACNAMARA SAID ‘GODSPEED’ AND IS THAT A CATCHPHRASE I SENSE THERE
Yeah no president kurt can’t do foreign policy
His name is like howie or something but imma call him president kurt just like Tom was dumbledore for like the first half of this mess
Oh fuck joeys character is here and he’s gonna FUCK PREZ KURT UP
He’s eating an apple that means he’s a asshole
Holy fuck joeys character is like the ultimate capitalist
And also terrifying holy shit
NO MACNAMARA DONT GO IN THERE
Joeys character: Do you think that in the Netherlands they’d care about some toy??? Nah!!! They’re too busy with their free vacations and FREE healthcare!!
(When I refer to joeys character I mean the evil one he just doesn’t have a name yet so idk what to call him)
And joey can still sing I love him
His voice is so good and this whole villain is giving me spies are forever flashbacks
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I have absolutely no fuckin clue what’s going on rn
Holy fuck joeys voice is so beautiful and his range is killing me
I take back what I said earlier this song is the best one bc joey
Holy fuck someone just hit like a high d and I have no clue who it was bc the video quality is not the greatest
JESUS THATS TERRIFYING
THE FUCK YOU MEAN DONT BE FRIGHTENED THATS MY SLEEP PARALYSIS DEMON
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LOOK AT THIS FUCKER JESUS CHRIST
Wiggly is so scary because he speaks like a child and those are scary
MACNAMARA EX MACHINA
Mac: BEGONE
Prez kurt: SORRY JOHN I FUCKED IT UP
THATS THE HOOK FROM NOT YOUR SEED ISNT IT HOLY SHIT
Joeys voice and acting is gonna kill me
Yeah made in America is the shit
MAC NO U CANT DIE U DIE IN TGWDLM
Also the black and white is a dumb as shit name for an alternate reality
Prez kurt: MERRY CHRISTMAS MOTHERFUCKER!!!!
*wiggly voice* Uh-oh mr prezzy-wez. It seems you’ve misplaced your bomby-womb.
Well shits about to go down
I’m calling it the bomb bombed the White House
Oop no they’ve only gone and lost Moscow
Well fuck here comes ww3 I guess
And prez kurt is definitely insane in the brain
ITS THE HOOK AGAIN THE ‘ALIENS INVADING MINDS’ BIT OH MY GOD I FEEL LIKE A MUSICAL GENIUS
Jesus Sherman is a weird fuck and lex is kinda clever I guess it’s a shame we haven’t seen her for most of the musical
Lex: I THREW EM IN THE FUCKIN TRASH
LEX BABY NO DONT DIE
Lex: Is this what I live for? To be choked in a toy store?
Lexs beautiful song is this musicals version of not your seed but depression
And her voice is /pretty/
MAC?????????????
WHAT??????????????
OH MY GOD HE IS AUTHORISING HER TO USE HIS FIREARM YES QUEEN
I’m sorry lex and Hannah can do what
Jeffs voice kills me him and joey need a duet and that would be the end of me
What did lex just do in so confused
MAC DID THE SALUTE IMMA CRY YALL
And we’re back with Tom
Oh fuck lex is gonna shoot tom
Hold up Tom names his son Tim
Wiggly is playing mind tricks now yikes
Lex: KIDS DONT WANT THAT PEICE OF SHIT!!!
Tom: wat
Lex: THEYRE ALL INTO FORTNITE DUDE!!!!!
So the doll can only fuck with adults not kids???
Jesus Christ this is depressing
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U wot lex
Lex: YOURE LIKE 40!!!!! YOU PROBABLY THINK YOURE LIFE IS OVER!!!!
Holy fuck this shit is deep
Wait lex still doesn’t know about Ethan oh my god
And Dylan gets another hero song holy fuck just give Robert a song already everyone else has one
At the same time though this is S a d
I’m not crying you’re crying
YES DUMBLEDORE U HIT THAT HIGH NOTE
Tom: in fact you’re real fuckin ugly
Me: yeah no shit
Lex: FUCK YEAH!!!! Should i move these boxes first?
*cue very clever scene change*
Yeah Gerald no one wants to talk to u
Oh my god Linda leave Hannah and ethans hat alone my heart is breaking for Hannah
Linda: is this some kind of a jooooke?????
They’re gonna set one of their dolls on fire ok ok ok this is fine
More villain songs ookay
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If someone could tell me what the fuck is going on in this scene I’d be very impressed
Evil yoga
YES LAUREN U QUEEN
HOLY FUCK IS THAT CHARLOTTE??????
OH MY GOD ITS JAIME IN THE CHARLOTTE COSTUME IT IS CHARLOTTE HOLY SHIT
ITS CHARLOTTE AND THE HOMELESS DUDE HOLY SHIT
The choreo is...... interesting
Cue Robert not-Corey and Lauren being the only good dancers and getting special choreo
FUCK YEAH BECKY WITH THE GUN
LINDA NO
Ookay so everyone’s on fire this is fine
Emma and Paul ex machina
SOMEBODY NUKED MOSCOW!
paul is family third wheeling
YOU KNOW, SHE HAS THIS KOOKY RECLUSIVE BIOLOGY PROFESSOR
*audience fucking looses their shit*
WHO LIVES ON THE EDGE OF TOWN
Paul is having an existential crisi because he sHOULD HAVE WORN A WATCH
Someone’s gonna fall of that staircase by the end of this performance
HOLY FUCK ITS THE HOT CHOCOLATE KID
IT IS THE HOT CHOCOLATE KID OH NY GODDDDD
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LOOK AT HIM
It’s the what if tomorrow comes bit!!!!!!!
Okay again this choreo is interesting but the vocals are all S t u n n i n g
They’re literally counting down until the end of the show imma loose my shit that’s the least subtle they’ve been during the entire show
Hang on hang on hang on hang on haaaaang on right there
Did lex just never find out that her boyfriend died we were deprived of a heart wrenching moment when she found out about Ethan
Like jeez I cried and I barely knew him she was dating the guy and just... didn’t ask about him????
ITS THE HOOK AGAIN
That’s it!!!!! Those were my thoughts the first time I watched this through!!!!!!!
Scream at me in the notes with any questions and I’ll try answer them :)
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Danganronpa Kirigiri Sou translation-Part 7
<- Part 6 | Masterpost | Part 8 ->
A transcript of part 7 of juicedup14 playthrough/translation of Kirigiri Sou, which you can watch here.
Thanks to @drmedicsgamesurgery​ for helping me work on the transcript.
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As it flies in the air, the plant explodes. I see the projection line in slow motion as I think back to a past memory…
A: My life flashed before my eyes.
B: I think of a death poem.
C: Before I die, please tell… oh nevermind.
juicedup14 chooses A
My life flashed before my eyes.
When I was first born, when I was first able to do a pull-up, lots of things until I met Kirigiri.
Kirigiri!?
She’s running.
She’s aiming for the bomb.
She flies like an outfield catcher, she dives into the floor-Diving Catch!
And the potted plant falls into Kirigiri’s hand, she safely captured it.
“What are you doing!? You newb! You carless piece of trash!”
Kyouka raises her voice.
“Uh, I’m sorry.”
“We were about to get served up as diced steak for dinner if that happened!”
“But! There was something out there! The Rhinogradentia!”
“Outside?”
Kyouka aims her machine gun out the window, and secures the prememeter. But she immediately shakes her head.
“There’s nothing out there.”
“No, there really was something……”
“Even so, that’s not a good reason for you to let go of the bomb.”
Kirigiri gets up, and puts the claymore mine potted plant on top of the table, and fixes her hair. She’s surprisingly calm.
“I’m truly sorry……”
“Do be careful. We'd all get blown up to hell-”
Then, on the other side of the door an explosion was heard.
We widen our eyes, and look over to the door.
“What was that just now……?”
“That was the sound of a set explosive mines going off! It’s in the kitchen. Let’s go search.”
We frighteningly open the back door.
The same time we open it, we were met with the smell of smoke and gunpowder. There’s cooking utensils all over the floor, while the shelf doors are unhinged and broken.
It seems it was an explosive mine which detonated that was set up on the back small window. Looks like they blew up the whole window frame. There’s a huge hole in there.
“Isn’t that a bit too much power……”
Kirigiri was at a loss for words of that explosion’s fierceness.
“I don’t see the body of the Rhinogradentia. Could it have gotten turned into diced atomic meat? Ufufufufu……”
Kyouka can’t stop smirking at the effectiveness of the trap.
“This isn’t a time to laugh, Kyouka-san. Some Rhinogradentia might come in from there.”
I get closer to the exploded hole.
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And then, I see perceiving eyes looking at me from the darkness.
“They’re here!”
The Rhinogradentia, feeling around and crawling, enter from the hole.
Not just one. But following the first one, two, three…...lot’s of them crawl out from the hole.
“Their invasion’s begun! Go downstairs!”
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Kyouka pulls the trigger from her machine gun. And the muzzle flash shines in the dark room, and bullet cases fly everywhere.
We crawl back into the backdoor.
“Retreat! Retreat!”
With Kyouka given us orders, we leave the room and close it.
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At the same time, many Rhinogradentia hit themselves onto the door, and the whole room shacks.
Without even being able to breath, the dining hall windows break, and their noses stick out from the gaps of the bars.
As we sweep away from that, we run away into the reception room.
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As we try to run away, from overhead a long and slender string wraps around my neck.
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Is it the Rhinogradentia!?
“Oh……”
“I explained before!”
Kyouka takes out her knife, and opens up a path as she cuts the vine. That’s right, it was a trap that was laid over the ceiling.
“Calm down, take it slow.”
While trying not to hurry, I move to the door.
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We once again return to the entrance hall.
But what welcomed us into the entrance, was that all of a sudden the entrance door breaks into pieces, and large Rhinogradentia crash inside.
It’s huge…...it’s about twice the size that we’ve seen.
Large pieces of the door fly around, and large Rhinogradentia step on them and break them. It looks like there’s 5 or 6. The despair from seeing that sight, leaves us much to think about death.
“Get down!”
Kirigiri throws the claymore pot onto the large Rhinogradentia.
And it immediately explodes.
However what comes from the smoke, is green liquid from the Rhinogradentia. However it doesn’t fall as it writhes around.
It’s a nightmare.
It seems that the attack made them see Kirigiri as a threat. They let out a ground-shaking roar, as it charges towards Kirigiri.
It’s as fast as if a car’s acceleration was stepped on.
It’s impossible-we can’t be saved.
I look away from cruel reality, and unconsciously cover my head.
And Kirigiri screams that echo through the hall-almost like a frog was stepped on……
Wait!?
If I look closely, the large Rhinogradentia, four of them, are impaled into the wall. They died with a pierce.
The one who pierced them was a lance.
And from the broken door what appeared was a silhouette of……
“Captain!”
I unconsciously called him that.
It’s Captain Shikiba!
“That was a close one.”
Shikiba takes the lance out from the wall.
However in a moment’s breath, from behind Shikiba a large Rhinogradentia crashes in. This time there’s more of them.
“We have to give up on the first floor. Let’s head up the stairs.”
We follow Shikiba, and run up the stairs.
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As we get to the second floor, Shikiba gives Kyouka a signal.
“Got it, now!”
Kyouka flips a switch on the wall.
All of a sudden, an explosion errupes the Rhinogradentia and I see them fly into the air with the explosion.
“This should buy us some time. Alright, everyone over here.”
Shikiba opens the door to a nearby room and enters.
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With a glace I can tell it’s just a normal guest room. Inside were a bed, closet, and a shower with a bathroom. He flips the switch by the entrance, and turns on the light by the bedside.
Shikiba opens the closet, and pushes down on a hook.
And then the frame on the back of the closet opens slowly.
“It’s my secret laboratory.”
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Bright fluorescent lights stings my eyes. It was a very organic smell that enveloped the area.
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On the testing bench there are petri dishes and inspection tools laid around, and there’s a strange plant growing.
It seems we’ve survived…...but it’s only a matter of time before they get us all.
“Do you have a plan?”
Kirigiri asks.
“Unfortunate to say…...all I had planned was to set up the traps and hold a defense. Seeing as we don’t have any manpower. My plan was to train you all in battle, I’m sorry......”
“They just want to get through the traps in numbers.”
Kyouka’s even a bit frightened.
“Kirigiri-kun, as the Super High School Level Detective, what would you do at this time?”
Shikiba asks with earnest. It’s not something you should ask a detective…... but it was a dire situation.”
Kirigiri with crossed arms, thinks and walks around the room.
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“There’s something that’s been bothering me, those creatures came from space, but they don’t seem very intelligent.”
That’s true, they just seem like large rats or octopus. That’s the impression I got.
“You shouldn’t judge them by their looks. The truth is they were on a UFO that can’t be explained by modern science.”
“It’s possible…...that the Rhinogradentia are just pawns that they dispose of, and the true Super Galaxy Level Invaders are inside of the UFO. Basically-”
“Basically?”
“If we shot down the UFO, the invasion would stop.”
“Should stop…...I see, is that it!”
Shikiba’s eyes lit up. Did he seriously not notice until now!?
“But Captain, how are we going to shoot down the UFO?”
Kyouka asks.
No one could answer, and it was quite. And in the first place we don’t even know where that thing’s flying.
“What is this?”
Kirigiri looks inside an orange fruit box that’s on top of the test bench.
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“Oh, actually……”
Shikiba opens the lid. Inside was a blanket laid out, milk in a plate, and a Rhinogradentia, whimpering in the corner. It’s like an abandoned cat.
“It’s a prisoner that I found in the forest. I’m taking care of it as a research subject.”
Shikiba puts his finger in front of it. And as if playing, the Rhinogradentia sticks out its feeler.
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“Could it be-”
Kirigiri said as if she thought of something.
“What is it?”
“That the Rhinogradentia are trying to take back their young.”
“Haha, that’s ridiculous.”
I chucked.
“No, we can’t be sure of that.”
Shikiba blurts out from his chair and stands up.
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“Could it be that this prisoner is sending out cries in wavelengths we can’t hear, and communicating with his friends to save him……”
A. “Then we need to kill him!”
B. “Then we need to give him back!”
juicedup14 chooses B
“Then we need to give him back!”
I stretch out and say.
“That’s right. This is our only negotiating card. In exchange for getting this little guy back, we’ll make it so that the Rhinogradentia go home.”
Kirigiri said while crossing her arms.
“Alright, let’s do that!”
Shikiba said. Even with no guarantee of this battle plan, he really wants to go through with it. But we have to do what the captain says.
“Well then, who will be in charge of negotiating?”
A. I take a step forward and raise my hand.
B. I look to Kirigiri.
C. I look to Kyouka.
D. I look to Shikiba.
juicedup chooses D
I look to Shikiba.
He raised his hand.
“I’m the one with the most responsibility. I’ll be the one to put an end to this battle.”
No one objected.
Shikiba is in front of us as he heads out into the hallway, while carrying the fruit box.
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The Rhinogradentia climb over the exploded stairway, and reach the second floor.
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I can see innumerable Rhinogradentia, all the way to the front of the hall.
While holding the fruit box, Shikiba goes right in front of them. He takes out the prisoner from inside, and leaves it on the floor.
They noticed the imprisoned Rhinogradentia, and they stop walking.
“Good, it’s working it’s working.”
Shikiba cheers.
The small imprisoned Rhinogradentia, confused, walks over to the other Rhinogradentia slowly.
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And then all of a sudden, without even any contact the Rhinogradentia suddenly rush forward!
They step over the imprisoned Rhinogradentia and heads towards us.
“Run! Retreat! Go to the room way in the back of the hallway!”
At his orders, we run towards the back room in the hallway. I see an iron door at the dead end.
“Ah!”
I hear a voice. I turn around and I see that Kyouka fell over.
“Kyouka! Can you stand!?”
“Leave me and go!”
Kyouka raises her head as she’s laying on the floor.
“I can’t just leave you here!”
Shikiba runs.
“Captain!”
He goes back into the hallway, with a spear in his hand he raises.
Does he plan to stop their attack alone!?
“Now’s you chance, go, Kyouka!”
“Captain……!”
“Get up! Now, go!”
Kyouka stands up, and unsurely turns back towards Shikiba.
“Go!”
He says, with his back facing her.
Kyouka runs over to us.
At the same time, a Rhinogradentia attacks Shikiba. As if clinging to Shikiba’s body, they all pile up onto him.
“Oaaa, I won’t go out so easily!”
“Captain!”
We simultaneously scream. Except for Kirigiri.
“I leave the future of the world to you!”
Shikiba’s voice keeps echoing through the hallway.
And then from inside the pile his hand sticks out. If I look closely, he’s sticking his thumb out.
“Kyouka…...the sakura tea you gave me…...was delicious!”
Shikiba’s thumb goes into his hand, and flips a switch.
And then from inside the pile of Rhinogradentia, a light shines-
And explodes.
The Rhinogradentia get blown away, as smoke starts billowing.
As if running away from reality, we go inside of the iron door.
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The Moth and the Flame (Pt. 1)
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!HoH!enhanced!Reader - Avengers x female!HoH!enhanced!Reader
Summary: Reader is a new member of the Avengers team, and encounters quite a few challenges being the only HoH (hard of hearing) member of the team, but Bucky tries to help. Yet, they’re both unaware of the challenges to come.
Warnings: none !! ((but there will be tons of angst later on))
Word Count: 1.5K
A/N: y’all get two fics this week !! i’ve never written for a HoH/d/Deaf character before so if any of y’all have any tips, please feel free to message me or comment! i would really appreciate feedback on this one (“: i would’ve put the signing parts in italics, but a lot of the dialogue is with signing, so it’s written in regular dialogue formatting !! if y’all want, you can submit requests and i can incorporate them into this series !!
The first thing you notice about the compound is the large, gorgeously crystal-clear windows that form most of the walls of the main building. A warm summer breeze brushes gently over your skin and dances through your hair as you follow Tony Stark and another woman, and interpreter, up the sparkling stairs to the main entrance of the intimidatingly fancy building.
“We’re going to meet the rest of the team first, and then we’ll show you where your room is,” the interpreter turns to you and signs calmly with a small smile tugging at her lips before Tony opens the door.
You nod back with a polite smile in return, but on the inside, your thoughts were racing a million miles a minute as you worry about what the others will think of you.
What if I’m not enough? What if they think I can’t handle my own in a fight? Or if I can’t cover them in a battle? What if -
You trail behind Tony and the interpreter and blink, shaking away your frantic thoughts. You’re led down a seemingly endless hallway until you take a turn down another hallway and can see people standing around in a room at the end of it. You immediately recognize all of their faces, and can recall their names.
A ringing overpowers the limited hearing ability you have, and you tap your fingers against the side of your thigh nervously as you step into the room, all eyes on you as you see Tony’s mouth movie out of the corner of your eye. The interpreter takes a few steps in front of you and turns her back to the group of people to face you.
“Y/N, these are the rest of the team members,” she signs. “The rest of the team, this is Y/N. Give her a warm welcome.”
You force a tight smile to the group and wave.
“Hey. My name is Y/N,” you take time to sign out your name while keeping your mouth shut tight. “It’s nice to meet you all.”
The interpreter then turns to the group and talks to them, then turns back to you. Tony pats the back of your shoulder, jerking you forward a little, and meets your gaze through his sunglasses.
“Go ahead, go mingle,” he grins confidently as you try to read his lips. You nod and return a small smile.
You walk up to a few people, and are immediately pulled into a hug by Wanda Maximoff. Her hair smells like apples and brushes softly over your cheek.
“It’s so wonderful to meet you,” she tells you as she pulls back, releasing you from her welcoming embrace. The next person to greet you is Steve Rogers, and he hands you a glass of water, which you take eagerly with a shaky hand. You take a sip and then set it on the white countertop next to you.
“You’re all so beautiful,” you sign enthusiastically, your nerves calming a little.
“Thank you,” Natasha laughs brightly as she signs.
“Do you know sign?” Excitement bubbles in your chest as you sign back to her.
“Not too much,” she pouts expressively as her hands move quickly. “Only a little bit.”
You nod and flash her a smile before greeting the rest of the room. The last person you meet is Bucky Barnes, the infamous Winter Soldier. When Natasha had released all of the HYDRA files a few years back, you combed every single one, searching for information on the elusive spy, becoming completely entranced by the horrors he was put through. You wished more than anything to take his pain away, and to just understand him.
He strides up to you with a handsome grin plastered on his face and extends a hand towards you - his metal one.
You shake it, butterflies fluttering in your stomach. His hand lingers in yours longer than it should have, and he quickly licks his lips before stuffing his hands back into his pocket, his calm exterior now being invaded by his nerves.
“I think they’re going for dinner,” the interpreter cuts in. “Do you want to join them? Or, do you want to go to your room and settle in?”
“I would rather settle in,” you sign back, nervously shrugging. “Can you tell them it was nice meeting them and I’ll see them in the morning?”
The interpreter nods and turns to the group as you turn around and find a new man holding your bags. He smiles at you and turns down a hallway, and you follow.
Your room was at the end of the hall. A dark, wooden door opened to a gray, naturally-lit room with the farthest wall being - of course - made of crystal-clear glass panes. The space was comfortable, not too large, but not too small, and a queen sized bed already made in black sheets and a blanket rested near the wall to your right, nearly cutting the room in half. The man set your bags next to you, nodded with a polite grin, and took his leave to let you settle into your new home.
You sigh and grab your two bags, tossing them onto the bed. As you start to rustle through them, sorting clothes and folding as you go, you sense a creeping presence behind you, and quickly whip around, only to spot Bucky standing in the doorway, holding a box in his hands.
“Sorry,” you read his lips as you work to register his words. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“It’s okay,” you exaggerate the amount of relief through a drop in your shoulders as you sign.
“I, um...,” he shifts his weight nervously from leg to leg before finally deciding to step into the room. “I bought this for you.”
“For me?” You gesture in gentle disbelief, your brows knitting together in confusion.
Bucky silently hands over the box, his hands brushing against yours as he does.
“I thought you’d want something to decorate with,” he sheepishly smirks, watching you closely.
You take off the top and slowly pull away the white, sparkling tissue paper to reveal a gorgeous drawing of a moth formed by geometric patterns and highlighting with rich, gold ink, all contained in a simple, black frame.
“It’s beautiful,” you gape at the artwork in front of you as you sign with your free hand. “Thank you.”
“Steve helped me find it,” he confesses, a slight blush dusting his cheeks. He clears his throat and drops his gaze to the ground, looking at his feet. “So, why don’t you, uh,” Bucky hesitantly looks up at you, a glint of something guarded shining in his eyes. “What don’t you speak?”
A warm blush rises in your cheeks as you try to think of how to explain it to him.
It’s more comfortable for me not to, you confess to his mind.
“You...You can speak in...in my head?” He stares at you, a slightly-frightened look shrouding his stoney complexion.
Yes, you whisper back in response. It’s my gift.
“How much can you hear?” Bucky’s eyes glint with interest and sincerity as he watches your face shift. “Can you read lips? Why don’t you just use your ability to communicate all the time?”
You giggle at his questions and bite your cheek as you try to think of the best way to answer them.
It’s easier for me to read lips in quieter places, like here, because I can still make out some words and tones, you explain telepathically. But, in busier places, I have to sign all the time, and have to ask the other person to write out what they’re trying to tell me, too. It’s also harder for me to hear when I get really anxious or nervous. But I don’t always use my ability because it takes up a lot of energy, a lot more than lip-reading does.
“That sounds really draining,” Bucky chuckles gently as he tries to recover from his awkwardness.
A big grin spreads across your face and you glance up to meet his gaze again. You reply with a playful shrug.
“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow?” Bucky asks with a quirk of his brow.
“Yeah,” you sign. “Tomorrow.”
He turns and leaves with a smile that’s so deliciously comforting you nearly melt into the carpet beneath your feet, the work of art in your hands nearly radiating with warmth.
Maybe this could be a good thing, you think, smiling quietly as your eyes breeze over the picture once more before you hang it on the wall above your night table, next to your bed.
Who knew a moth could be so beautiful, you sigh contentedly, then return back to organizing your things into piles, thoughts of Bucky drifting in and out of your mind up until you fall asleep.
Tags: @lovelyttom @caplansteverogers @prettyboydiggory @c-ly-g @dottirose @winters-beauty @lokigodofsasss @wildefire ​
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theclaravoyant · 6 years ago
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Curiosity & Courage [Simmorse]
AN ~ More Simmorse! Ah, I miss these two. This one fills an Anon prompt (see Summary below) as well as an @mcukinkbingo prompt, in a smutty fluff kind of way. Note that this fills a ship rather than a “kink” square, but don’t worry, I will still be accepting Simmorse prompts for other squares! (plus feel free to check out this smutty prompt list if you want a little inspiration)
Relationships/Characters: Simmorse (Jemma x Bobbi) Prompt: “Jemma Simmons x Bobbi Morse” for @mcukinkbingo Rating: M Warnings: N/A Other Tags: Fluff, Secondhand Embarrassment, Resolved Secondhand Embarrassment, Mild D/s Undertones, Collars, Sexting, Nudes (no images, descriptions only), Screen Reader Friendly.
Summary: Jemma and Bobbi have been dating for a little while, so Bobbi brings Jemma up to her apartment for coffee and Jemma finds a studded collar and gets really excited because she thinks Bobbi has a dog.
(She doesn't.)
Read on AO3 (~2400wd) or below.
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Curiosity & Courage
“That face doesn’t look like good news,” Bobbi remarked, as a fretting Jemma made her way back from the counter.
“They said they can give us tickets to another screening, but I can’t come back tonight, I have to go to work!” Jemma lamented. “I’m sorry, I think the date is off.”
She waved the complimentary tickets helplessly, and Bobbi tilted her head in thought.
“You don’t have to go right now, do you,” she reminded Jemma. “Why don’t you come back to my apartment for a coffee? It’s just around the corner.”
“Are you sure?” Jemma checked, and nervously tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “I wouldn’t want to put you out.”
In truth, she very much wanted to visit Bobbi’s apartment, but it was a big step for a third date. Very private, very personal, and Jemma knew that she was far too curious for her own good and well-known for not being all that tactful. Visiting Bobbi’s apartment was an invitation to stick her foot in her mouth and she wasn’t sure that she – or Bobbi - was ready for that yet.
But Bobbi shook her head, brushing off Jemma’s concern. “There’s nothing to put out,” she promised. “My roommate is out, the place isn’t too much of a pigsty, and it’s literally right around the corner, I swear. Come on! I won’t try anything funny, I promise. Just coffee. Or tea, I have tea as well. Just coffee’s just an expression.”
“I thought you said you wouldn’t try anything funny,” Jemma replied, with a hesitant smile, and Bobbi grinned.
“You have a terrible sense of humour,” she noted. “I like that in a girl.”
Jemma rolled her eyes and laughed, and let Bobbi lead her around the corner to where her apartment was indeed waiting. For most of the way there, Bobbi was touching her hand or her arm or her back, making Jemma feel welcome in her space, and by the time they’d made it up the elevator and down the hall, Jemma was starting to think that she might not actually mind a little funny business after all. But of course she still had the curiosity problem to attend to: she had, after all, been told by no fewer than three of her exes, that her most annoying trait was how she got nosy, and often, judgemental. She was really enjoying her time with Bobbi, and she’d hate to drag her over those coals, especially when fate had had them approach the invitation-into-my-home hurdle sooner than they otherwise would have. But if Bobbi was prepared to be brave, then so was she – which was good, because the test before her was about to be scaled up in difficulty. Between the nerves, the need, and the sound of Bobbi filling up the kettle, it wasn’t long before Jemma had to ask:
“Bobbi, sorry, but do you mind if I use your bathroom?”
“Sure,” Bobbi shrugged. “It’s straight down the hall. Bathroom’s on your left. Not your right, that’s Hunter’s room and I take no responsibility for what you find in there.”
She chuckled to herself, and Jemma smiled, even as she reminded herself to steel her anti-curiosity binders. There were not many doors in an apartment like this: only five in the hall. There was the lavatory of course, the bathroom and Hunter’s room, and the other two must be Bobbi’s, and what she imagined must be some kind of linen closet or the like. Bobbi’s door was closed. Hunter’s was a little open, but between Bobbi’s warning and her own determination, Jemma resisted the urge to pry. She even managed to do her business without searching through their magazines, though she did eye a sudoko at the top of the stack, which she thought was interesting. It wasn’t until she got to the bathroom that she found herself in real trouble, and even then it wasn’t really her fault.
It was right there.
On top of a large, beautiful, velveteen box on the sink. A sleek black leather collar, a little worn, with silver studs around the outside. Jemma couldn’t help but pick it up, admiring it in wonder as her face lit up.
“Bobbi!” she cried in delight. “You never told me you had a dog!”
“A what?”
Bobbi’s voice came in, a little muffled, from the other room, but Jemma did not register its confusion. She was already distracted by the opportunity of the box. What could be in there? Pictures of the dog? What kind was it, she wondered – for some reason, she could see Bobbi with a Border Collie, or perhaps a Retriever. Then again, people didn’t tend to keep printouts of photographs these days, unless the dog was dead, but she certainly hoped not. She was not emotionally ready for that. She was more emotionally ready for… toys, dog toys. That would be perfect. She could figure out the dog’s favourite and bond with it and everything would be great.
Except then she lifted the lid, and her mind flipped back through the road it had sprinted down in the last few precious seconds. What kind of dog indeed? Well, she would have been able to at least hazard a guess had there been any fur on the collar, but it hadn’t clicked until too late that there hadn’t been. Just as it had not clicked for Bobbi immediately, why Jemma would have assumed she had a dog. And now Bobbi ran to the bathroom and Jemma stared into the box of what were indeed toys, but which were very much not of the canine persuasion, and profoundly wished that her body would obey her and just put the damn lid back already.
Bobbi stood in the doorway in despair, and Jemma stared at her helplessly as she tried to put a brave face on.
“Yeah, I don’t-“ Bobbi explained. “I don’t have a dog.”
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Needless to say, the date ended quickly after that. Neither of them could quite bring themselves to look each other in the eyes, least not do anything remotely sexual in the slightest – which seemed to be everything all of a sudden; even pursing their lips to blow on their hot drinks, or shifting their seating positions. They hurried to assure each other of their own well meaning as Jemma all but ran for the door and Bobbi tried not to herd her out of it, both of them blushing furiously and apologising profusely and wishing that the other person would simply see through it and stay.
But it was not the end.
Jemma was up late that night for work – no that she’d gotten much done, with this on her mind. She’d blown things with Bobbi, she was sure of it. And not only had she done so by invading something way too private for comfort, but she’d made a complete fool of herself by running away like a naïve prude who’d not only never seen a vibrator before, but apparently, felt quite sick at the very thought of one. Now Bobbi probably felt like Jemma was judging her to boot, running home to tell all her friends, and then guess what I found-?? But of course, Jemma was far too embarrassed by the fact that she’d thought a very obvious human sex collar was for a dog. The only way it could have been worse was if it’d had a heart-shaped lock inscribed with the word Princess. She pulled a face at herself as she tumbled through the door with her belongings. It was a Monday night, but it was late enough for wine, right?
Just as she took her first sip though, her phone buzzed, and because today couldn’t possibly get any worse she flicked it open. The message was from Bobbi. Jemma’s breath caught in her chest as she read.
I’m so SO sorry about today, she had written, and put a cringing emoji at the end. If it helps I practically murdered Hunter when he got home. He said he ~must have borrowed something and left it out~. Dude never buys his own condoms I s2g. Anyway. Sorry again. That must have been super weird for you, I swear I wasn’t trying to lure you into my Sex Den, I just wanted coffee. Or tea. I totally understand if you don’t want to see me again or even message me back but like…  
A smile ticked up Jemma’s lip at the three little prayer hands emojis Bobbi had finished with. The weight of complete and utter humiliation lessened slightly as she realised Bobbi was feeling just as awful as she was. At least Bobbi had been brave enough to do something about it, and not hide out in her kitchen drinking cheap wine. The least she could do, Jemma thought, was to make Bobbi feel better. Even going to the effort calmed her nerves, and warmed her heart.
It’s okay, she wrote. Not a deal breaker, just wasn’t expecting it on the third date! That’s what I get for sticking my nose in other people’s business though. [Shy monkey emoji].
Now that just looked downright coy and sexual, Jemma thought. Or did it? Did it look too naïve? Should she send some eggplants? No, she’d never use them right. Oh god. Was she sexting? Should she be? She shut her phone off quickly and took a deep breath. A few seconds later, another message buzzed through.
You were hardly sticking your nose anywhere. There was a mysterious box on the bathroom sink, what else were you supposed to do? Not open it? [shrug hands]
Jemma snorted. A woman after her own heart.
You have a ridiculously underdeveloped sense of social boundaries, she wrote. I like that in a girl [wink emoji]
Figured we were way past TMI, Bobbi replied, with a wink emoji of her own. I’ve gotta go, but thanks for answering. & Since you haven’t run for the hills screaming, how bout a real coffee date? – p.s. what would you consider an appropriate number of dates for revealing this kind of thing? Usually?
Yes! and 6. If you don’t know what you’re doing by then, you’re wasting your time.  
Jemma snorted to herself, proud of this little tease. It didn’t state the obvious, but at the same time, it showed that she’d thought about it, and no girl who didn’t have a kinky side would’ve had to do that. Nailed it.
She was so satisfied with herself, in fact, that she didn’t even worry when Bobbi did not reply. She knew she had work early in the morning, and likely had just gone to bed. Or gone to strangle her roommate some more. Jemma knew she should be getting to bed too, and she took her wine to her room, but she couldn’t quite send herself to sleep. She was still wired from work, she told herself, and from the major embarrassment earlier in the day. And besides, it’s not that she was worried Bobbi wasn’t replying, but it still couldn’t hurt to be awake when she did, right? To think this little mishap had almost broken them apart, and all over a little confusion about a collar…
It may have been late, but the Internet rabbit-hole was deep, and waiting for Bobbi to reply was a subtle but powerful stimulant. It wasn’t long before Jemma found herself looking up pictures of collars, and the rather attractive women wearing them. They were just pictures, she told herself at first. She wasn’t going to try anything funny. But then she got it in her head that Bobbi had been exposed tonight. That, if she’d panicked anywhere nearly as much as Jemma had, Jemma’s subtle tease was not going to be enough to reassure her, if she even noticed it. And so it was that Jemma inspired herself to try something she’d never done before. The way she saw it, she had a lot of sexual forwardness to make up for in order to even the playing field, and in this case she found herself looking forward to doing so. She fell asleep with a smile on her face, dreaming of what she’d planned for the morning.
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Bobbi woke up to her phone. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. She groaned and eyed the screen.
You have 5 messages from Jemma.
Bobbi cringed, and rolled over onto her back, raking a hand into her hair. Her finger hovered over the button to reveal the messages. Her heart pounded. Nervous. But they’d left it well, right? She held her breath and clicked.
Apparently, they’d left it very well.
P.P.S – Jemma had written. Way past TMI but…
This was followed by three images.
The first: sitting on a white marble bench-top, a smooth black leather collar that was fastened at the front with a simple, silver, heart-shaped padlock.
The second: a close-up of what Bobbi could only assume was Jemma’s dainty, porcelain-smooth shoulders and neck, baring the collar and blushing a little. Bobbi bit her nail and smiled to herself, feeling a tingle in her groin as she began to wonder; had Jemma ever worn one of these before? How would she carry herself in such a thing, with that dancer’s frame?
The third gave her something of an answer, as Jemma had perched her phone on something in the bathroom and stepped back from the counter, stark naked. This shot was a little more candid, not so daintily posed – no doubt the nerves were getting to her by this point in the photo shoot – but Bobbi found herself endeared by the bashful smile on Jemma’s face, and the curve of her breast and hip. She wondered how many of these shots Jemma must have taken, in how many increasingly ridiculous poses, before she got to the point of almost laughing and to just send one straight on before she lost it.
By this point, Bobbi was beaming. Who would have thought that such a horrific faux pas as yesterday would have earned her such a reward?
And then there was the fifth message: another text.
On an unrelated note, Jemma had written, do you wanna go on three dates tonight?
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bananareview · 6 years ago
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Hataraku Saibou Episode 1 Review
FINALLY, AN ANIME THAT I CAN UNDERSTAND FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART!
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So, Hataraku Saibou or Cells at Work is an anime that focuses on the lives of our cells. As what Aniplex USA had described,
“This is a story about you. A tale about the inside of your body...
According to a new study, the human body consists of approximately 37 trillion cells. These cells are hard at work every day within a world that is your body. From the oxygen carrying Red Blood Cells to the bacteria fighting White Blood Cells. Get to know the unsung heroes and the drama that unfolds inside of you!”
[Source: http://cellsatwork-anime.com/introduction/]
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This is a very much anticipated anime, especially to people like me who are in the field of Biology. Beware as this review contains spoilers!
So the first episode started with its very cheerful and upbeat opening. I really like the opening since it gives a vibe that the anime is nothing too heavy (yet?). And I really like how it shows a lot of characters that might probably be introduced soon (I haven’t read the manga yet. Hehe).
And THERE ARE CHIBIS IN THE SHOW!!!!
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Chibis make the world go round, so I’m really excited for this.
The first character to be introduced was Red Blood Cell who was delivering oxygen in the arteries.
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She was introduced as the cell that carries oxygen and carbon dioxide using blood circulation. I really like how she was illustrated especially her hat. Red Blood Cells are biconcave discs which allows them to be able to absorb more oxygen (N E R D  A L E R T), so for Red Blood Cell to have her hat shaped like that was really fascinating.
Back to the story, right after Red Blood Cell successfully delivers oxygen, the floor suddenly exploded!
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Then these weird looking blue cockroaches suddenly came out. Yikes! [But they actually look good as villains so W O W even if they look like cockroaches with tubes.]
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They found the place (arteries) as comfortable and filled with food so they decided to terrorize the resident cells and chase them away. [Hmm, that sounds so familiar.]
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Then this leader of the blue cockroaches suddenly attacked Red Blood Cell who did not run while the terrorists were declaring their claim on land. Come on, girl, why did you stay there and listen to their crappy statement. Do you want to die!?
But main characters NEVER die on the first episode so here comes the hero!
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So this is obviously white blood cell from his all white appearance.
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Then this Mr. White Blood Cell MURDERS the blue cockroaches. and then he was followed by the other white blood cells who executes an OPLAN: Massacre the Blue Cockroaches.
Then he is the third character to be introduced. He is Mr. White Blood Cell Neutrophil Division, U-1146. Let’s just call him the Main WBC since he looks so cool among the others. YAS!
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His function was introduced as he was responsible in eliminating foreign substances. And take note that he is a Neutrophil [There are other kinds of White Blood Cells] which consists about half of the White Blood Cell population.
The blue cockroaches with tubes were introduced as bacteria, so let’s drop the “blue cockroaches with tubes” name.
The other cells described the Neutrophil gang as scary, merciless cells. Well, they have to be merciless towards invading organisms for us not to be in danger.
Then Ms. Main RBC (Red Blood Cell)l stood up and thanked Mr. Main WBC.
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Then Mr Main WBC coolly replied that there’s no need to thank him since he’s only doing his job.
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This seemed quite cold, thus he rephrased his statement into “No, I mean you’re welcome.” Cute.
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AND I THINK SOMEONE FELL IN LOVE ALREADY!!!
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One would think that the problem was already over since the Neutrophils had come to the rescue.
But no! There’s one more who escaped the neutrophil’s wrath!
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After that, Ms. Main RBC resumed to her work.
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And apparently, she, kind of, doesn’t have any sense of direction.
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Because she ends up in different places that she’s not supposed to be in. [And by the way, Macrophages are so good looking!]
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Then she ends up in the lymphatic vessel, which is clearly, not the lungs.
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Then she decides to ask some of the other RBCs but they said that it’s a bit hard to follow the maps since constructions are always on going.
Then, she ends up in an alley with no one in sight to ask for directions, but there is this one green door with an X, so she decides to knock and ask.
However...
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She finds the lone ranger of the invading bacterium instead!!!
And the funny things is, instead of screaming and running away, or wailing so bad while seeking for help, Ms. Main RBC closed the door like she saw nothing inside.
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That would have been my decision too, you know. Close the door and walk away; act like nothing happened. HAHA
But then, of course, the bacterium will not allow that.
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The bacterium started to attack Ms. Main RBC and Ms Main RBC had some superb  ninja skills to defend herself. Still, those superb ninja skills cannot protect Ms Main RBS, so our hero appeared once more!
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YEAH! COME ON! KILL THAT BACTERIUM!
But then, as we know, bacteria have capsules to protect themselevs from  being attacked by our immune system. So the bacterium released its capsule with a smoke bomb and trapped our main characters.
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Then, Mr. Main WBC ran to search for the bacterium and introduced the bacterium as a Pneumococcus which multiplies asexually. Mr. Main WBC describes Pneumococcus as a bacterium that invades the lungs, causing pneumonia and other diseases.
So they ran while looking for the bacterium, but then they have to  it quickly as Pneumococcus also causes pneumococcal bacteremia -- invading the other organs through the bloodstream.
Mr. Main WBC asked the other WBCs for help since Pneumococcus is quite fast in terms of infection. But then, the other WBCs were also busy.
Then, suddenly, Mr. Main WBC’s receptor vibrated, which mean that the bacterium was just near!
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Yeah, it kinda looks like an antenna from Teletubbies.
Then they realized that the bacterium was actually heading towards the lungs, so they gran towards the lungs. They passed through the dendrtic cells, which were illustrated in a very fascinating way.
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AND THEN HERE COMES THE CHIBIS AKA PLATELETS!
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It's so cute that the platelets are illustrated as chibis. HUHUHU. My heart is exploding with kawaii feels.
Anyway, the road was closed because the platelets are working on a construction. HEY! THAT'S CHILD EMPLOYMENT! THAT'S NOT ALLOWED!
Huhuhu, but the bouncing litle girl looks so focused on her job, so okay. [But still! Child employment is illegal!]
Curse those delivery people AKA RBCs who left the Calcium ions on the road!
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ARIGATOU GUZAIMASU, MAIN CHARACTERS, FOR UNLOADING THE CALCIUM IONS!!! <3 <3
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Then, our main characters continues on their path towards the lungs. Mr. Main WBC's receptor kept on acting up, so they concluded that it was just malfunctioning.
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Another set of cells were introduced through the Helper T Commander News: the Helper T Cells!
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They announce the presence of Pneumococcus in the system, but they told the other cells not to worry too much since Lymphocyte cells were being mobilized.
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Killer T cells are relatives of White Blood Cells, so they also exterminate foreign substances.
Then this certain Killer T cell tells Ms. Main RBC that she seemed so nonchalant while there was a Pneumococcus on the run. Mr. Main WBC defends her, saying that she might just didn't know that Pneumococci are alpha-hemolytic cells that targets RBCs because of their nutrients. Mr. Main WBC told Ms. Main RBC that she was just being scared.
They now arrive to the lungs.
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They bid each other goodbye since Ms. Main RBC arrived on her destination safely...
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Then, Mr. Main WBC noticed that his receptor stopped vibrating, which means that the bacterium was already far away from him. Hmmm.
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Killer T Cells and Neutrophils are now mobilized to exterminate the bacteria, while Ms. Main RBC was searching for the capilliary that ordered from her. Amidst her panic, a senpai suddenly appears! THANK GOODNESS!
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Senpai helps Ms. Main RBC in finding her capilliary.
She arrives at her right capilliary, then her box of Carbon dioxide suddenly rumbled, and the Pneumococcus came out!
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Ms. Main RBC decided to run but her co-RBCs are walking towards her capilliaries so she closes the door instead. Was she trying to be a hero??
THEN OF COURSE, OUR HERO FOR THE DAY COMES AGAIN!!!
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Thank goodness for their ability to migrate. Wew!
He decoded that his receptor was vibrating non-stop because the Pneumococcus was with Ms. Main RBC all this time. Thus, he decided to search for Ms. Main RBC, which led him to the bacterium! WBCs retained their nucleus so they are way smarter than RBCs!!!!
The bacterium then started to attack RBCs that carried cutrients, however, Mr. Main WBC was fast!
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However, the bacterium produced a more powerful capsule that acts like his shield! Mr. Main WBC revealed that he had no chance in close combat. HUHUHU. SADT.
But Mr. Main WBC still fought him! He is so C O O L.
Then, they led the bacterium towards a machine that captured it. Then, Mr. Main WBC bought tea while teasing the bacterium. He's quite savage, you know.
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Upon realizing that Ms. Main RBC got bruised, he offered to buy her a drink -- a tea. HEHE. M O V E S.
Then, the bacterium was ejected through the bronchial tubes. YES!
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Mr. Main WBC bids goodbye to the bacterium. Then decided to go back to work. BUT, our lovely Ms. Main RBC called out to him and shyly asked if they will ever meet again. Sadly, Mr. Main WBC said that they will probably not since there are far too many Neutrophils. Ms. Main RBC agrees by saying that there are more RBCs than WBCs. THAT IS SO SAD, but I don't believe that that will be the last time you'll meet. Duh.
But Mr. Main WBC said that since they belong to the same world, they might cross each other's paths once again someday.
[END]
SO THAT'S IT FOR EPISODE 1! It was an amazing episode that left me wanting for more. And it fascinated me so much since the references were quite accurate and creative. As a person who is involved in the biological field, this is something that I would definitely recommend to others! And although Ms. Main RBC is quite the blockhead, I found her adorable and funny. Haha! Still, I admire Mr. Main WBC coz he's a real hero. Hahahaha! But more than others, PLATELETS WILL DEFINITELY MAKE THIS ANIME GO BIG!!!!!!!!!!!
So, remember to take care of yourself as your cells work non-stop for you! <3 <3 <3
AND WATCH THE SHOW NUMEROUSLY COZ IT’S FREAKING WORTH YOUR TIME. YAAAAS!
See you again!
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quiescentgale · 7 years ago
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▹ ☆ ☆ ☆  Quiescentgale’s 200+ follower milestone follow forever  ☆ ☆ ☆ ◃
✭ I just wanted to say Wow, thank you everyone who supported me upon this blog. I only made this blog just a little over two months old, (08/07/2017) and I’ve already reached this far, and I feel so loved and welcome. ;v; I could cry in happiness for this moral boost, because I always have a small fear, perhaps I am not doing Ventus any justice.  And I very much insecure if I could get this muse down, as he is traditionally not someone whom I usually RP as. Until my best friend nudged me, (even if he left me hanging high and dry xD). More encouragement from  several good friends, including my best friend who continues to support me to play Ventus how I am comfortable with him. For this Thank you everyone.
  ✭ I also apologize if I have made a lot of people uncomfortable with me, humoring with Anons, or being... such a dork, a chatter box who can’t seemed to have a mute button.. or maybe the way I played Ventus not subtle enough we don’t click, but he’s too bright and vibrant. I’ve come to a resolution that, this is my interpretation of Ventus, a bright, innocent, curious and energetic boy, who often hides behind a smile, put others in front of him. A pacifist who is mischief and playful, give hugs for everyone and wants to be their friends. For this, I wanted to make an appreciation for those who followed and supported me from the beginning, because of you guys, I’ve made it this far. But... but... I STILL QUESTIONED! Why are you following me?!  i’m just your dork extraordinaire.
This post is going to be long ;v;. Please bear with me.
Banter credited to @lunastusx but I probably destroyed it with my hideous edit in text LOL.
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   ▹ ☆ ☆ ☆  Special appreciation to my dearest who continues to support me throughout from the very beginning and still. I wouldn’t be here without you.  ☆ ☆ ☆ ◃
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@akuserru - I know we had some differences or somehow we’re plain opposite in personality, but I wanted to thank you for putting up with me. You broaden my world for AU KH, and inspired me through out our RP. You helped me to develop my Ventus, and I love to always making threads with you, especially when I look up to you and your writings. I wanted to draw out a lot of motivation from you. You’re the handful of individuals who I continues valued and looked up to, especially the well thought out and in depth your AU Axel had come from. Not everything is black and White, the grey that tells most of the story <3.
@brokenkxy - our muses may clash a bit, angst and drama everywhere like a bad case of a cold, but I love everyone bits of it. The moment we talked and gotten to know as muns, everything went down perfectly. Your Roxas is brilliant, and I enjoyed each time yours and mine clash. You’re a sweetie as your muse <3.
@hxartsmith - You’re the few Sora blog who tolerates my existence xD, no lie. I don’t know how you can put up with me, but I love having a bromance with your Sora and my Ven, and how Ven is picking on yours and get his just dessert lmao. You’ve stuck with me since the beginning, and I wanted to say, thank you <3.
@lunastusx - Karei, you’ve been there for me since my Lass blog and here you are, on along with my Ven too. Even if you’re busy with doing things that isn’t on tumblr or discord, I always enjoyed our interactions, our chat, heck even our VaniVen <3 and I love your edits, they are brilliant. Thank you for being there along the ride. thank you for being of the most first amazing Vanitas I’ve interact with.
@bite-x-the-x-bullet - You giant ass, you left me high and dry, so I’m gonna drag yo ass here in this mention xD. Because one, you’re my best friend and baby bro~ and two, you nudge me into this fandom, now I found new will to live >D, that doesn’t mean I forgive you for ditching me. >T regardless I should thank you for your encouragement and giving me confident, ilu <3.
@the-tender-princess - lil sis you know I have to mention you in this <3, I really enjoyed Yuuki and Ven being dorks and fighting with ice cream lmao. That stuff made my day! Please continue to bother him, whilst he can invade your inbox and spams Yuuki full of love xD;;. You oughta get on me yo, you’re  making me lonely.
@vcidgear - You’re one of the best person I could RP with in Au setting, be it on threading here on tumblr or discord. I love your Vanitas, he’s both cocky and protective, and court to the point it’s painfully flat cold teasing xD. You’re a lovely mun and I love talking to you and be braining ideas or just  generally talking. So thank you for sticking by me since day one <3.
@thebetterhalfofwind - You, you you awesome person. Your Vanitas is so amazing, and I just love you, your portray of him was spot on, especially the innocent part. You’re the few rare Vanitas who isn’t bad boy type, but retain what he is, how he was made from pure darkness that has nothing else to lose or experience anything but pain. I was so pleasantly surprised you followed me back and I love each of our threads, regardless if it’s x amount of numbers <3. Thank you, thank you so much for interacting me with me from the very beginning.
@oblivion-witch - You’ve stuck around with me since the beginning, the first me to crush me with massive wall of texts, the one who made me loved Naminé and Ventus as a ship whether it is platonic or romantic. Our thread gives me feels, fluffy and exploring more into Ven’s mind. I feel inadequate if I didn’t give you a quality reply and it often taken me longer to reply back... or gets buried underneath all others xD. But it gets funnier as it goes on... Nami getting that mischief side, it’s like... discovering new things all over again. Vee, thank you for sticking by me.
@vxstexrth - you’re a wonderful Terra, even though you are busy, I enjoyed our threads, and how much of a dork our Terra and Ven are. Thank you for tolerating me, even if I’m an annoying bundle of hyperness. Expect me to pester you more when you get back.
@zakkusurifea​ - You’ve been with me since the very beginning, and I love your Zack and often I feel comfortable with us mesing around and having fun. Zack and Ven food fighting was my favorite. Your support really lighten my spirit, so thank you so much for sticking with me this long. I hope we continue to support each other <3.
@corruptedkey / @verdantwind​​ - Soap you are the most wonderful friend, if my best friend position wasn’t already taken I would have happily given you this spot. Instead, I’d like to call you my closest confidant ;v;. Your writing blows me away, your perspective is very much spot on and each time we write a thread, I always look at my notification if I’ve receive your reply. I thoroughly enjoyed chatting with you and our muses interaction.
@notturnomelodico​ - You’re such a lovely mun ;v;, each time we talked in IM, it always makes me giggled a bit and lighten up my mood. I especially love our muses dynamic, even if it’s a little odd and out of places. And I’m slow as heck, I love to threading with you and look  forward to your reply... even if I’m a slow as a snail oTL. Thank you for your support <3.
@animustenebrae​ -  You crazy mun and muse lmao. Your art is just beautiful and visually chilling. I love what you’ve done to Venitas stark contrast to Heartless version of himself. I can’t help but grin each time there’s interaction between them or us casually talking. I swear you’re just pure crack xD.
@brave-puppy​ - As you made your Zack, in a way you also helped to support my Ven blog with your kind words. Sometimes we thread and ask like heck and sometimes we don’t. I enjoy seeing your Zack on my dash. Especially his reaction when Ven does something silly xD. Your tag when you reblog my promo, made me happy <3, so I’d like to thank you. Thank you~
@dorkprinceoflucis - aaaaaaahhh, yoooou! I really, really enjoy talking with you on IMs, it was funny and hilarious. Your Noctis is adorable, and when we discuss out the plot or plans for them, I couldn’t help but be a giggling dork. They are perfectly cute bundle of fluffy dorks. I really looked forward to your replies and see our muses development >3.
@gnectics / @dethiux​ - I cannot even put to words how detailed and mind boggling brilliant your posts are. I always, always checked my dash if I get your replies. You’re the few who allowed my mind to explore outside the box, your AU crashing with my Divergent verse was just mind blowing. THANK YOU so much for allowing me to open more possibilities. I know there’s a limit what a person can do, or there’s a limit how far you can do with our muses, please be patient with me and i promise you stories, drama, angst even comical relief. I thoroughly wanted our muses to develop as the story unraveled. Talking with you was a delight and I’d love to casually interact as a mun to mun or as muse to muse. You’re a lovely person and a great writer! Don’t forget that <3.
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▹ ☆ ☆ ☆ Shout out to those who reached out to me and interact with me through RP or talking in general. Your support and encouragement inspire me.  ☆ ☆ ☆ ◃
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@alongxthexroadxtoxdawn @onthewaytosmile @thewindywielder @oathkeepinginoblivion @prince-kivuli @nobodytoplaywith @thetaintedemotion @vexenchillingworth @thelightissilenced @tatarian-memory @tanabata-haze @valorhearted @sora-pugnxre-mxlum @divewingheart @roaringheart @venven-vani @sirkururugisuzaku @enter-the-darkness @goodbooi @akweh @angelusxtenebris @forgottenwind @nightlightsora @flamingkeyblade @moonismsvii @crimoso @elegantxassassin @kingdommark @cloakedbookworm @sharpteethsharpclaws @restcration​ @quackhealer @queen-of-disney-castle @soraingtofreedom @listenwellallofyou @chosen-boy @invertxgo @helperlion @justhisnobody @faithfulreplica @the-family-guardian @kyouminaine @teardownheaven @thepaststillhurts @keysoflight @darkprinceofjustice @liightisms @brown-eyed-trickster @king-x-carnage @funiisms @mirroredwaters @skiaquas @superiorofthein-between @ax-terminator @coeursouriant​ @xvxnitate
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▹ ☆ ☆ ☆  And to Mutuals... even though we don’t interact, I really wished we could interact together sometimes and you all deserve some love too~  ☆ ☆ ☆ ◃
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@buginthenightsky @spellweaviing @specimen-s @hallowedhearts @heartseekingfreedom @dancingflcmes @scatteredcrayons @arpeggxo @thegaleandlance @keycursed @cloakedpride @pyrcmantic @vainmark @nctycurprcxy @sassy-keyblade-master @esmeraldc @halfxblxxd  @sketchedinnocence   @electrodesonmyheart @one-dxstiny @seasaltseeker @tiimeless-key @problem-free @bxsteriiisms @noxtalgie @liningpxeces @scphiroth @crookedkey @rcmncnt @watchfulforeteller @piictograph @kcyblademaster @son-of-regis @mccnbladed @adoreshunny @adventurouswind @keysofthekingdom @mortiferumhelianthus @ricochcted @lxghtened @nightmaresend @bondsinthedark @xspellweaver @fata-et-fatorum @aquae-melodiam @eoschosen @faithfulheir @noctiisms @prudense @ekinoyo @noctislucisrp​ @memoriesxofxflames
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✭ Thank you everyone for your love and support, your kind words and willingness to interact with me has given me courage, and aspired me to keep going. And thank you once again for tolerating my silly self, who really is just a dreamer, a dork and someone how loves everyone x3. i hope you all have a great day, and I would send everyone positive energy and lots of love <3 <3 <3. I probably missed out... a few people D;....but all the same I love you peeps too!
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