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lexinympho · 2 years

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Ngl, I kinda would've liked it more if Kira was secretly sleazy but using his pretty boy persona to fool the world into thinking he wasn't going to one day be a murderer.

#blue lock #bllk #kira ryousuke #kira ryosuke #«lexi's manga hour»

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itstheghostofmypast · 2 months

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MOOT GAME: " make up a trope for your moots and their biases. doesn’t need to be romantic. can be crackfic/funny/anything you want ^ㅇ(๑>◡<๑)ㅇ^ "

Okay- so, first of all, thank you so much Anon, for this ask and I'm sorry I responded to late, but I had to take my time with this one.😭💖.

So here it goes, (i know i said i'd do two biases, im sorry guys, i love yall too much and i get too invested the word count was killing me)

1) @edenesth

Park Seonghwa- Rivals to Lovers

Here me out, he owns an old book shop across the street, he's been there longer than you too. This was his turf, his town, his people, people who loved to read in his cozy library, with its olden print books, worn out pages, read through by generations of the same family.

All was great until one spring she shows up, with her whole pastel plus minimalistic vibes, all with the cutesy trinkets and plants, with warm lights- he noticed some books too, but they were only for show- in conclusion it was a horrid place.

A horrid place where most teens would go to after school now, no longer going to his bookshop, where they'd gossip, read novels or mangas, or even look at pretty pictured magazines (the safe kind, mind you he kept nothing nasty). What's worse was that the older folk began to go there, too! Especially because of how nice she was to them, so polite and so pretty and - ANNOYING.

He even went to 'inspect' the place, with a sour mood and an ill intention, though he was greeted with a burst of sweet aroma, one that had his stomach growling and his inner foodie, begging him to pick at least one of the many pastries or have a cup of steaming, delicious coffee. What came next was worst, her, with her gentle smile and angelic features.

"Hello! Welcome to Spring Avenue, how may we help you today?"

"You're taking my traffic."

"I'm sorry, I don't understand."

"Of course you don't."

With that he had walked out, starting a cold war, between the two. Ironically, she was a pacifist, never a fighter, but boy, did he piss her off, he knew all those buttons that would have her steaming like a hot latte.

The war had begun;

It all began when he put a " 10% off sign on Mangas, Fashion Magazines and Manhwas" that took a god chunk of her traffic.

In retaliation, she launched a "Friendship campaign, any customer that brings a friend gets a cake slice free."

Spend 2 hours reading here and leave with a borrowed book/novel of your choice."

"Buy a coffee and get a cookie free."

This continued throughout the season, so did their rivalry, to an extent that led their divided customers sense the tension. And like usual, highschoolers are escapists and this little feud of Seonghwa and her's was a problem they'd like to avoid, from her cafe they could see their beloved bookshop owner Seonghwa scowl at them, and if they were leaving the bookshop, the kids could feel the uneasiness in her smile that she give them once they'd pass her by.

"Congratulations, you're in loss." She sighed, closing the file, earning a scowl from the cafe owner, "Hey, I'm just here to check your bills, loss, and profit stuff, don't shoot the messenger."

"Alexia, come on." She whined, this was her dream, she'd put in her life's savings for this, "What should I do, Lexi?"

"Gosh, maybe not give out stupid discounts four times in a month?" Alexia sighed, rubbing her face, leaning back to stare at the bookshop across the street, "San said he knows the owner, maybe you guys could do a collab, instead of trying to each other's traffic."

"Who's San?" She asked her best friend, slash account manager and Public Relations officer- wait, was she dating!?

"Oh- uh- hey would you look at the time?" Alexia got up, grabbing her disposable coffee cup and bag, "Tell you what, you ask the bookshop owner dude about this? Okay? I'll get back with the details on Monday!" She called out as she walked towards the door, ignoring the cafe owner's questions about this San, "BYE LOVE YOU!"

That's how she found herself standing Infront of his bookshop that evening, still debating if she should go in or not? Was this idea even worth it, the guy was rude, annoying, stupid, incredibly handsome and sweet with kids and- the hell.

"Can I help you?" His deep voice came out of no where

She almost jumped out of her skin, only to turn around and spot the man she had been hating for the past ten months, standing there in all his angleic glory, with that ugly sweater and that overly comfortable scarf, not to mention his hair, his undercut had grown, quiet well too, perhaps he really was blessed with good genes.

"I uh..." she trailed off, pouting to herself, thinking of how he'd react, maybe he would make fun of her, or insult her or even go as far as to tell the town about her poor business management skills.

"Are you still open?" his question had caught her off guard, staring at him quietly wanting to see if this was a trick, only it wasn't, for when she nodded, he had looked around and then asked if he could...get a cup of coffee from there.

Of course she had said yes, why on earth would she say no to a customer, she needed the business. Unfortunately, that one cup of coffee, turned into two, then three, well- not as unfortunate as she would like it to be.

The two, mind you, who still didnt like each other, began to learn a lot about each other. He learnt how she was genuinely a sweet, caring and gentle person, her persona was indeed not fake but very real, this is who she was. She on the other hand, learned that he had inherited this business from his family, and he was an avid reader- sort a geek, a cute geek, a cute geek that could eat a whole chocolate cake with three mugs off coffee like it was nothing.

It wasn't until the third week of him visiting her cafe, that when he had stepped out to go there, he had bumped into her. She had almost fallen, but he was quick, gripping her wrist and pulling her into his chest, only to laugh when she mumbled an excuse, though he was glad she couldn't hear how his heart was hammering against his chest, wanting to stuff itself in the breast pocket of her coat.

That day she had asked him if she could check out his book shop, because she had been looking for old English bakery recipes and she couldn't find it anywhere, not any store around or online. Of course he had taken her to the right isle, in the right section in no time, this bookshop was his life and collecting and sifting through books was his passion, that day he had seen her passion, she had sat there, on the floor the entire night, reading book after book, mumbling to herself as she noted down recipes. He had sat next to her, helping her jot down notes, bringing her coffee- well not as good as hers, but good enough. At one point he had even ordered them a late night snack, well snacks, because he's a growing boy. He had closed the shop with the two inside, even pulled out a blanket and some cushions from the lounging area so she could comfortably work- she was a passionate girl and ironically he had realised something that night, only it turned into a full blown epiphany in the morning.

Next morning she had woken up right next to him, her head on his shoulder, his arm wrapped around her as the blanket was draped over the two, they had fallen asleep while reading- oh my, he really was pretty up close.

Though the two pretended nothing had happened, nothing had changed, however, everyone around them had noticed, the highschoolers would giggle when he'd come to her cafe for a cup of coffee, or how the older folk would pat him on the back when she'd step into the bookshop calling him out for help, with her little, "Hwa?"

Neither really knew how it happened, but one night while closing up he had waited outside for her, telling her he'd drop her home, even though she lived close by. Slowly this had become part of their routine, he'd often talk about the latest manga or an issue to the Star Wars comics or whatever on earth he'd talk about, but she'd always listen. Always smile and laugh at his jokes, while he'd readily accept any test recipes she'd try, telling her that his stomach was like a blackhole.

But when do the two get together? Simple, on New Years Eve, when he had to close his shop but she had decided to leave her cafe open, wanting to cater to all those who were celebrating the arrival of the new year with their loved ones, she knew Seonghwa had to go home anyway and she didn't want to spend the night alone since her family was out of town. What she did not expect was a few minutes before the strike of midnight, the cafe door chimed open as she turned to greet the customer, only to freeze at the sight before her- Seonghwa entering with a bouqet of origami flowers, smiling at her as he slowly walked to her;

"I- I know you don't like plucking flowers or bouqets, so I made you these."

"You...made these?"

"Ofcourse."

"W-why?"

"I...because I..." but before he could finish his sentence his ears picked up the count down, causing him to quickly place the flowers on the counter and as soon as the fireworks rang in her ears, it was as if she could feel the burning warmth in her body, taking a second to process how his lips were on hers, his hands cupping her face as her hands instinctively went up to grip his coat, pulling him even closer. Who knew that one day she'll end up opening a cafe that also served as a bookstore, who knew that one day, her little, evil, handsome rival bookseller, would be the New Year's kiss she never knew she needed, the man she never knew she needed, the lover that she was blessed to have.

2) @yessa-vie

Jeong Yunho- Neighbors to Lovers

No, she was not the new tenant, he was, and for some ungodly reason he was also extremely ill-prepared to live alone. Like any other weekend, she was leaving her apartment to go to the cafe to sit in peace and finish her novel, but God had other plans. She had opened the door to come face to face with a tall, good-looking man, though the smile he wore scared her- he was one of those extroverts.

No, he was not mean at all, nor was he the manipulative kind, Jeong Yunho really didn't know how the pre-installed dishwasher worked, that's why he had come to her that fateful weekend, about to knock on the door but she had beat him to it, opening the door before he could, earning a sheepish smile in return- who knew his neighbour would be so gorgeous, who knew purple could look so good on someone?

"Hey, I- I moved in across the hall, apartment 19, lol, I guess we're neighbours, huh?"

She had only nodded meekly at his question, pulling her satchel closer to her person, not because she didn't like him, no, but because she wasn't much of a talker anymore, not so confident either and also- because regardless of how good looking this stranger was, he was still a stranger.

"I'm Yunho- Sorry to bother you, I know you must be going somewhere, but I- I uh- I wanted to know if you know how to operate the dishwasher?"

That's how she found herself in his apartment, leaving the maindoor wide open, so she could escape if something were to happen, but to her surprise he was just a regular idiot, one who thought the dishwasher was a rack used to dry the dishes- men.

That night Yunho met an angel, one who seemingly had her life planned out, held together well, while he was still trying to build something out of his- data analyst or not, living alone was not the easiest thing to do, yet, she seemed so nonchalant about it.

Overtime however, she noticed how he would come over to ask her for help often, sometimes it was the 'fridge isn't working right' other times it was the 'how much water do you add to rice while boiling it?' Honestly, she would've told him to piss off if it were anyone else, but it was her polite neighbour, her sweet polite, new neighbour who would pass her by in the corridor every morning, smiling at her and wishing her a good morning- even if she wasn't a morning person.

Ironically, he continued to ensure they cross paths, only because he wanted to get to know her, to talk to her, he really needed a friend, and since moving here meant Mingi and him could no longer hang out 24/7, he really needed another person to talk to, someone who was not Hongjoong from the finance department.

Ironically, she did not protest or tell him to get lost, instead she's quietly help him whenever he'd approach her, giving him a shy smile then going back to her apartment. That purple door tempting him to go back and knock on the old wood, wanting to know what Narnia like secrets she hid behind.

She let it be, truthfully, she wanted fo befriended him, but during these little adventures, she realised she had begun to neglect her book, the same book she had a deadline for, the same book she had been working on day and night, and now this puppy pops up and takes all her attention?

So what does she do? Simple, she starts to create some form of distance, leave before he'd be awake, come back home later too, also even if he did come to knock on her purple door, she wouldn't be there to answer it, so technically she wouldn't feel guilty right?

Wrong, instead God had punished her with a severe writer's block, one so bad that she had missed two of her deadlines, and according to her publisher, she was on her last chance. That's how she found herself at the very cafe where she would find solace, now on the verge of tears, staring at the laptop in pure agony, maybe this was payback for leaving him unattended and ignoring him or maybe she was never meant to be a writer.

A fresh cup of coffee was placed next to her hand, causing her to quickly pull back and look at the stranger, only her panicked eyes met a softer, more timid gaze, a gentle smile gracing her presence.

"Hey... you looked like you needed the juice." He smiled, gesturing towards the chair, as if asking for permission to sit down next to her, to which she nodded.

"I uh..." she paused. Should she even be asking him how he's been? Does she have the right to do so, or are they just neighbours- well, at this point, two strangers living across each other.

"I read your books by the way," he began, giving her a gentle smile, as he felt the way she had tensed up, honestly, initially he thought she was like that because his presence made her uncomfortable, but he soon realised it wasn't him, but she usually was this tensed all the time, this nervous and unsure, which made no sense to him because she was one of the most well functioning person he had met in the city, and he was glad to have moved in next to her, "It's great, the plotline is amazing and the details- you really captured the essence, I particularly liked the world you created, honestly, when I moved here I thought everyone wore those 'blockers' too. To not...feel stuff you know," he turned to look at her, only to catch her staring at him, a small chuckle escaping him when she cleared her throat, averting her gaze, "You were the only one who was nice enough to help me, even for the stupidest of tasks...it means a lot."

She stared at him in awe and disbelief. She had been trying to avoid him for almost a month now, couldn't he tell? Or was he just playing dumb- I mean he totally could be dumb, he didn't know a toaster comes with settings, just thought the numbers were there for the appeal.

After that the two began to "spend time together", it was strictly casual mind you, nothing personal, though he would drop by more often than usual, sometimes after work, sometimes on the weekends- to have dinner with her, he'd bring dessert, or to watch a movie with her, he'd bring the snacks- no, nothing domestic at all.

Or so they thought, because a few months in, he had come over by swinging the door open, yes he had the keys and she had his keys, only to find her standing there all dressed up.

"Where are you off to? What about movie night?"

"Oh no..." she gasped, "Yuyu, I forgot to tell you I had a date tonight." A date? Why? With whom?

"Wait, why?"

"What do you mean why?"

"Why would you go on a date when we- I mean...isn't it weird? Shouldn't you be more focused on your book, instead of this temporary romance?"

"Temporary romance?!"

"W-wait, I didn't mean it like that. It came out wrong-"

"Out."

"W-what?"

"I said get out!"

That happened a week ago, she had been avoiding him for a whole week, she had been ignoring his calls, his texts, his knocks- no he didn't barge into her apartment, it took him a great amount of time to get her to open up to him and he idiotically clowned himself. So he decided to go to the next thing, go to the official reading of her book launch.

He waited there at the back, listening to her intently, taking in each word, who knew he would ever fall in love with, her neighbour, the same girl who had helped with the dishwasher, brought him dinner at night, spent time teaching him the usual ropes of living alone- who knew the very same girl had changed the plot of the book, basing it on her life, expressing how the shy, depressed protagonist, who thought dying her hair purple would make her feel better, realised that the only thing that would make her feel better would be a companion, a tall, handsome man, with a heart of gold- it was not that she needed a man, no, she just needed a friend, and she had finally found one, the inspiration to her writer's block, the Chandler to her Monica, the- HE DIES!?

He gasped, appalled at the way she had ended the story, where at the end, on his deathbed the man tells his beloved how she never needed him, but he needed her to function, to live through each day- bloody hell.

He waited for them to leave when he finally approached her, somewhat upset-no, he was very upset, as she stopped cleaning up to look at him, raising a questioning brow, "What?"

"I can't believe you!"

"Funny, Jeong, I should be the one saying that."

"What!? You killed me!?"

"What?"

"I come here to declare my undying love- no I come here to tell you how much you mean to me and apologise for never asking you out but getting upset when someone actually asked you out and you KILL ME IN YOUR NOVE?"

"First of all, I accept your apology, secondly, the protagonist was DEFINITELY NOT YOU, I made him up WAY BEFORE I met you."

"Oh..." he stared at her then looked around the almost empty bookshop, maybe he should just leave-

"So...Will you ask me out properly now or...'l"

"Move in with me."

"Too fast."

"Was worth a shot." He smiled when she let out a small laugh shaking her head at his antics, "Take me to dinner, Yunho." She smiled watching him lean closer then pause, as if asking for her permission, "Can I...?" His question was answered when she gripped him by the lapels of his coat, pulling him closer to crash her lips against his, smiling when he wrapped his arms around her, pulling back only to press his forehead against hers,

"We move into my apartment..."

"What? Mine's great-"

"Yunho, have you seen the window and the balcony on mine?"

"Your apartment it is boss."

3) @jaehunnyy

Choi San- Bestfriends to Lovers

Idiots, these two were complete idiots who were utterly in love with each other but were also too blind to realise that - why? Simple, because both feared that confessing to the other may ruin the long-held, deep bond.

A bond that had developed at the ripe age of childhood, middle school, to be more accurate. The day he had come to school, bored out of his mind, staring outside the window, wondering if he could jump on the closest tree to escape this prison. What he had not expected was an angel to come and sit beside him, well technically, the teacher had made her sit next to him, and he hadn't noticed her until she poked his shoulder lighter, causing him to jerk back and gasp, earning a few chuckles from the glass as the teacher just sighed in defeat.

"Wh-Hello."

"Do you need help with that?" She asked, pointing at the math equation in front of him. He looked at his notebook and remembered that's what they were supposed to me doing- damn that was a lot of daydreaming.

"Yeah, I guess...do you... know how to solve it?" He asked the new girl, too afraid to make eyecontact.

"Here, I'll show you." Turning to face him, she pulled his scribbled notebook closer.

"I'm San by the way."

That day onwards, a nice and quiet introvert at the back of the class finally began to crack open. From time to time, you'd hear him whispering to her, talking about some anime or a film. Often, he'd be telling her about his cat, Byeol, and how pretty she was. During break you wouldn't see San next to her for the first five minutes, no, he'd be sprinting across the campus,jumping down the stairs to go to the canteen to get her something to drink with her lunch, or a sweet snack, regardless of how many times she'd say 'it's fine.' During self study hours, she wouldn't be studying, no, she'd be busy tutoring her athletically gifted friend, he was...a little dumb, but that's okay, he was hardworking and she'd tell him she'd help him where he'd get stuck, explain and tutor where needed- especially in math.

As they grew older, he grew into his body, his self-esteem issues slowly subsiding, his feelings for her deepening, yet, never enough to tip the scale, at the bring of an edge but never enough to flow out he had to keep it all under control, because that's just how San was, patient and calm, he would never take a step if there was an ounce of the doubt when it came to how she felt about him. Though watching her spread her wings into the beauty she was, well, was somewhat problematic for him. Especially when she'd come to him, smiling like that, greeting him with the gentle voice of hers, asking him if he liked her haircut.

"What do you think?"

"It's...very nice."

"Just very nice?"

"You'd look pretty to me even if you were bald."

Conversations like these would have her heart hammering against her ribcage, and she'd pray to God that he couldn't hear it. She'd pray for it when he'd be walking home side by side, his shoulder bumping into hers, or his hand brushing against hers, when he'd take her bag from her, clicking his tongue at how heavy it would be,

"You trynna' build muscles like me?" He'd ask, though he was still very fragile, he'd only started going to the gym when he noticed how the 'basketball team captain', had decided to ask her to 'help tutor him too', though she had politely declined.

"Hmm? Of course not, Advanced Math books are just big like that..."

"Why do you do this to yourself, dove?" A nickname she had gained over the time, one used only by him.

"Because I wanna teach one day, I love teaching, I want to make sure people realise subjects aren't difficult or they aren't dumb, it's just that they're not taught properly."

Yup, he was smitten, on his knees, begging for her please ( he was also an idiot).

Ended up in college with her, though in a different major, like hell the now 'mountain of a man', no longer the kitten-like fragile boy, was going to major in math- business was a way better option.

This wasn't a bad situation, though they rarely had a few classes together, she'd still make time to see him, to text him as soon as class would end, but he'd already be standing at the exit, waiting for her with a coffee in hand and a dimpled smile, reserved just for her.

In no means was Choi San an extrovert, but somehow along the line he had met one, who later claimed that his MBTI had changed to an introvert too, though he doubted that notion- Jung Wooyoung.

Boistorous, noisy, obnoxious but a genuinely nice person at heart, Wooyoung was his companion in his major's classes, he was also the first person to know about San's little secret, since San trusted him enough to know, though Wooyoung assured him he had figured it out as soon as San introduced him to her as his "bestfriend".

"You're an idiot." Wooyoung snorted, taking off his shoes as he walked into the 4th years tiny apartment.

"What? Why?"

"You really think I didn't know?"

"How did you kno-'

"You can be bestfriends with a girl since childhood, unless a) one of you confessed to the other and got friendzoned but still chose friendship or b) neither of you confessed but are secretly crushing over the other."

"Wow, should've been a psychologist instead of a business major."

"What can I say, Sannie? I am a man of many talents."

Things progressed like this for a long time, Wooyoung watched from the sidelines how the two would basically act like a couple that was not a couple- almost everyone at campus thought they were a couple and Wooyoung was basically the third wheel. Not that he minded, and San appreciated him for that, he was glad Wooyoung's relationship with his dove was platonic- borderline sibling-like.

But Choi San was a fool, one that Choi San, at the fresh age of 25 wished that perhaps he'd be able to take the next steps, but something at the back of his mind held him back, were his personal desires as important as this friendship?

Which is why he stood there watching his best friend get ready for her date, her date with Wooyoung. After a conversation he did not like, but what could he say? He was too afraid to even confess, and well, Wooyoung wasn't a bad guy, and technically, he was his friend.

"I'm gonna ask her out, Sannie." The brunnet sighed, before taking a sip of his coffee, humming at the bitterness, perhaps this bitterness was sweeter than the bitter taste that had developed in San's mouth at the statement.

"W-why?" The bigger man with the fragile heart whispered.

"Because...I like her...I'm sorry but...I gave you time, so much of it and...I just wanted you to be the first one to know...if she says no, we'll all still be friends, but if she says yes...San, I won't hold back."

That had led to her first anniversary with Wooyoung, then the second and finally a day before their third anniversary San had texted the couple how he wouldn't be able to make it to their anniversary party because he had work that day and he wished them the best.

What he did not expect was someone knocking on his door at 2 am, opening the door to find a tear stained Wooyoung, only for him to punch the taller man in the face, watching him stumble backwards then wipe his eyes and sigh, "I swear- if you weren't such a great guy, I would've stabbed you."

"What the F*CK WOOYOUNG?"

That night was the first time he had seen Wooyoung cry, cry about how when she read the message she had become a mess, one that even Wooyoung couldn't fix, begging him for forgiveness how she made a mistake, how even though she was happy with Wooyoung, her heart belonged to someone else, someone who she thought she could move on from since he never confessed, since he never liked her back the way she did, and though the text was a confirmation of that, she couldn't bear lying to Wooyoung, to give him only half the love of what he deserved, knowing he deserved someone who would teach him the true meaning of love, because she was a teacher with only one student in mind, the idiot of a man- Choi San.

That night San couldn't sleep, not a wink, he processed the words over and over again, so did she like him? Should he confess to her? Now? Wouldn't that make it awkward? Or should he wait? Would that be a mistake?

Though his questions were answered in the morning when the doorbell rang at 7 am, making the sleepy man sigh as he stumbled to the door with blurry eyes, opening it still half asleep, only the slap he received woke sobered him up quickly,

"OW- WH- WHY ARE YOU JUST LIKE WOOYOUNG!?"

"SHUT UP! DONT TAKE HIS NAME! I HURT HIM BECAUSE OF YOU!" Never in the many years of knowing her, had she raised her voice like that.

"I-"

"NO! LISTEN TO ME!" She yelled before shoving him inside so she could continue yelling inside, "I like you- and you- you d*ck you could tell him you liked me but you couldn't tell me!? All those horrible dates you watched me go to, but you couldn't stop me?! You knew you liked me yet you let Woo ask me out!?"

"I- I didn't wanna ruin what we had..."

"San, I- what if I had married Woo? Huh? Then what? When you already had half my heart, I-"

She couldn't finish her sentence though, because the next thing she knew, he was smothering her with all that pent up love, his lips pressing against hers with a ferocity she had ever seen in her gentle Sannie, wanting to claim what he was too scared to touch before.

He only pulled back when she lightly pushed him back, gasping for air, looking up at him all flushed and pink, her swollen lips just enticing him even more,

"W-what was that?" She breathed out.

"Never say you're marrying anyone but me, I would've ruined the wedding even if it meant being thrown out."

"You're an idiot Sannie."

"No, I just had a teacher who could teach me math, but couldn't teach me how to love properly - guess she was learning too."

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❤️ + queenharumiura!

Send ❤️ + a URL and I’ll write something nice about them/their blog!- accepting!

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Glad you sent this one, Jas! Neo, let me start this off by thanking you for welcoming me into the KHR RPC with open arms like you did. I've made some friends here that I will never let go of now and it's all because of you. You're not only a great writer, but a wonderful and patient person as well. I can spend my whole day just chilling and bullshitting with you about every day stuff and not get bored. Thank you for listening to my rambling and putting up with my shitposts. On to the writing. I could say so much about all your muses, but this for Haru's blog so I'm sticking with the two muses I write with on that one. First off, Haru. As much as people hate on her, she was one of my favorite characters from the anime even though they did her dirty. After reading the manga, I understood what you meant that the anime screwed her over. And I 100% agree. You bring her to life so well I sometimes have to stop myself and remind myself she's not real when I read your blog. I scroll your blog for hours sometimes, which I know you know I do because your webhooks will go off at 3 am and it's me liking a post from like a year ago. Thank you for giving my writing a chance. I'm glad you did. It's rare that I find a writing partner who my muse can just flow with when they send something in, a lot of stuff I have to think first. You're one of a handful who writes so well with my characters I can almost always wake them up for your muses, some of the only other ones I can get in character for that fast is Mage or Lexy with Mukuro. You have a talent for grabbing inspo from Haru as well and working out how Fiore would work as her First Gen counterpart. You have her very well written and well rounded enough that I could even see if there had been another arc focused just on the first Gen, Fiore would be canonically G's wife. And I find it hilarious that she actually is the Yamato Nadeshiko that Haru strives to be. Thank you for blessing me with these characters on my dash and thank you for putting up with my bullshit for this long!

@queenharumiura

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astralazuli · 6 years

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IN OTHER FUCKING NEWS I am completely head over heels with bnha. Like. I haven’t loved any piece of media quite like this other than Homestuck. I just. I love all the characters so much & I FEEL FUCKING ALIVE WITH ENTHUSIASM & I want to CREATE things. I actually want to write again, which I haven’t particularly felt like doing in /years/ because I lost the drive to really get into writing Homestuck. I am SO FUCKING PUMPED for this goddamn story & all the stories people are telling about it & all the art people are doing & I CANNOT FUCKING WAIT to be a part of that. GOD why did I wait so long to consume this?????

#bnha #I'm still catching up on the anime #then I'm gonna read the manga once I've got time #which should be soon my work hours are decreasing again #(I might already have several pieces of bnha fanart in the works.)#(some of them might be fanart for fanfic)#(...all of them might be fanart for fanfics....)#I REALLY WANT TO WRITE FIC FOR THESE CHARACTERS #GOD!#It's just so fucking good!!!!!!#On today's episode of Lexi Real Life.#Lexi's Not Even Remotely Slow Descent Into Fandom/Shipping Hell.

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leondaltons · 3 years

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tag 9 people to learn more about their interests!

tagged by: @lunamoons thank you darling 💕

Please know that when this kind of games come I suddenly draw a blank and I can't remember what I ACTUALLY like alsjs

MUSIC

fave genre? I like every genre but I guess pop and alternative

fave artist? I have multiple fave artists but a classic one for me is Taylor Swift

fave song? Again, hard to pick one and it changes with my mood/events of my life/etc. I have been listening to Psycho by Red Velvet a lot lately

most listened song recently? Other than Psycho, Brutal by Olivia Rodrigo and Turandot performed by Pavarotti 🙈

song currently stuck in your head? Hotter Than Hell by Dua Lipa 'cause my sister was listening to it aksjsk

5 fave lyrics? The Archer by Taylor Swift/ Blue & Gray by BTS/ Ashley by Halsey/ Arsonist's Lullabye by Hozier/ Cosmic Love by Halsey/ Fix You by Coldplay (I just put the first songs that popped from my list, i have too many I like aksjsk)

BOOKS

fav book genre? Fantasy

fav writer? Idk if I have one but I really like Gabriel Garcia Marquez or Angela Carter

fav book? Pride and Prejudice, News of a Kidnapping

fav book series? A Song of Ice and Fire maybe? I don't read many book series. Sailor Moon if manga counts aksjsj. The Hunger Games

comfort book? Anna and The French Kiss, The Little Mermaid (the original version)

perfect book to read on a rainy day? Something from Poe

Fave characters? Susan Pevensie, Minako Aino, Sirius Black, Robb Stark, Jo March, Nikolai Lantsov

5 quotes from your fave book that you know by heart? I know most of Harry Potter by heart 🙈 Also Narnia and some Delirium quotes aksjss. Some poetry too!

TV AND MOVIES

fave tv/movie genre? I like everything, i am honestly not picky about that

fave movie? Too many aksjaj but to name a few: Pacific Rim, The Handmaiden, Emma, Star Wars Rogue One

comfort movie? Too many, the mentioned above but some others are Pride and Prejudice, Legally Blonde, Miss Congeniality, romantic comedies, etc

movie you watch every year? i rewatch almost everything if i like it and it pops up on my tv aksnsm. A Christmas classic is Barbie and The Nutcracker hahaha

fave tv show? Crash Landing on You, The Good Place, Buffy, Lucifer

comfort tv show? The mentioned above plus: Derry Girls, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (animated series)

most rewatched tv show? Up to season 9 of Grey's Anatomy probably aksjsk, Friends too because there are always recaps on tv lmao

5 fave characters? Anne Boleyn (The Tudors), Buffy Summers (Buffy), Lexie Grey (Grey's Anatomy), Raven Reyes (The 100, at least until season 4 sksjsm) and Scott McCall (Teen Wolf)

tagging: @mementovivere @antivan @lacunafiction @olivershen @solarisrenbeth @rubyverner @kdelarenta + whomever wants to do it 🥰 (also you can ignore it if you want aksjak)

#text #i have to do these things and suddenly go 'no thoughts head empty' aksjsk #flor stuff #thank you luna 💕💕

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houseki-no-suffering · 5 years

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Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Human AU, 1960s AU Characters: Cinnabar/Phosphophyllite, Diamond, Euclase, Bort, Alex, Yellow

A/N: I just- i wanna take this moment to express my deep love and adoration for Antarc and for everything they did. You’ve always been too good for us. Also Alex, ty for being amazing. And thanks to @lapishead for betareding this. Enjoy!

Antarcticite’s silent presence had fit into the domestic monotony of the community with ease.

Like an unobtrusive new piece of the machinery, they would spend their days worrying about Sensei’s health with Rutile, assisting him, or helping Alexandrite with the children. Antarc didn’t make for a good teacher, but they possessed the strained willingness of someone who doesn’t know how to be indebted to people.

In the three weeks that they spent at the dormitories, they singlehandedly inspired Bort to pursue a military career, repaired the dorms’ electrical wiring and overthrew Cinnabar’s life without exchanging more than a couple of words with them.

It wasn’t like Antarcticite was especially charismatic, quite the opposite in fact: they did not like people. However, they acted out of a unique, humble brand of fairness that made their character stand out even when they tried to stay on the sidelines. It was a necessity to be of use. It had Phos literally hanging off Antarc’s every word by the end of the first week.

Maybe it started when Euclase asked Phos to give up their room for Antarc. Phosphophyllite was the youngest kid and the only one to sleep alone in what was the only spare room, it made sense for them to give it to their new guest. But Phosphophyllite complained and whined so much that a flushed Antarc asked Euclase if they could share the room with the kid.

Or maybe it started with Phos’ exuberant enthusiasm. Cinnabar was used to it but Antarcticite was embarrassed to no end by Phos’ antics and they would try anything to keep them busy or quiet. It was how Phos bribed Antarc into becoming their new school tutor and into telling Phos an elaborate recount of their life and of their job, of how they were working with the government and the aeronautics to prevent a new war.

When Alex scoffed, mumbling that it was just anti-soviet capitalist propaganda, Cinnabar silently agreed with them, more to disagree with Antarcticite than out of an interest in politics. Maybe that was how it started, like an ideological divide. Almost overnight, there was a rift between Phos and Cinnabar where there had never been one, and Cinnabar would ride to the lighthouse alone after school while Phos followed Antarc like an excited puppy.

There was a part of Cinnabar that still wanted to reprimand themselves for doing nothing. They should have talked with Antarc, talked with Phos, confronted Phos, told them how they were feeling. Or maybe some part of them already knew that they would lose this battle and it was just shielding Cinnabar from more hurt. The more involved they would be, the harder to let go.

Cinnabar went through those three weeks like a diver jumping off a cliff: leaping into the void, holding their breath and hoping that the water below would be safe. They watched from the sidelines, telling themselves that it was okay and hoping to release a breath once this was over. And then, three days before Antarc was leaving, Phos asked Cinnabar to go for a ride again and broke it to Cinnabar that they would be leaving too.

Cinnabar woke up.

Phos’ ghost was still dancing before their eyes. The first rays of sun were filtering a silvery light through the wood shutters and Cinnabar scowled kicking the sheets away.

“Antarc’s gonna leave next week.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“I’m going with them.”

Mature people were supposed to process and archive a lifetime of occurrences, from the smallest of happenings to significant turning points. It should mean something that Cinnabar wasn’t able to get over just one simple thing.

The process of understanding and accepting life events had always seemed somewhat mechanical in Cinnabar’s eyes and, as much as they enjoyed being analytical, it only came naturally when their logic was applied to external issues. And their mind just happened to be an internal one.

“I’m going with them.”

The main problem wasn’t even the way Phos had looked at Cinnabar yesterday or that they had disappeared off the face of earth for years. It was the cacophony of sounds and words that had decided to resurface in Cinnabar’s mind at the mere mention of Phos. Memories were sociable things, they came in groups and they were always looking for attention. Cinnabar knew they should have repressed them deeper. Like Bort had said once: “Never leave a job undone.”

Bort probably meant that you should get to the root of a problem instead of burying it away or build yourself a castle of illusions. But Bort was probably born a functioning adult while Cinnabar’s inner child still had too much fun ruining their life to give up the position of absolute power. The fact that Cinnabar turned on the radio at high volume to ignore Phos’ voice had everything to do with it.

“I’m going with them.”

In the end, they had to run to get to work in time. They rushed down the street still fastening their coat as if they had not spent thirty minutes of their life contemplating the endless vanity of the universe. And then they rushed back inside because of course they would forget the tests.

Why couldn’t things exist just as simple, uncomplicated concepts? No time, no space, no memories or people, just intangible ideas floating peacefully in the universe’s mind scape.

Dragging themselves into the library, Cinnabar pushed open the door, a tangle of red bed hair and mismatched clothes.

“Hi,” they mumbled.

It took Alexandrite one glance to sense that something was off.

“Are you okay, sweetie?” they walked towards them, taking the papers away from Cinnabar.

“Yeah,” Cinnabar nodded, unsure what to do with their hands now that they had nothing to hold.

Alex took off their glasses as if to better look at them, their eyes soft.

“I’m not going to ask but you can talk to me, okay? I’m aware of the… things currently going on. The town’s small and Euclase likes to talk.”

“Good for ‘em.”

Alex chuckled, ruffling Cinnabar’s hair before the latter had any time to protest.

“Guess so. But talking isn’t that bad from time to time, is it?”

It was way too early for this. So early that part of Cinnabar’s anxiety must still be asleep because for a second they were tempted to actually speak their mind. They crossed their arms over their chest, rocking back and forth on the balls of their feet.

“Got nothing to say. Idiot’s back. Not my problem.”

Cinnabar regretted those words because now Alex looked like they had something to say too and Cinnabar had no idea what to do with the attention. After all, Phos had left with Chryso’s cousin, it was expected that Alex would be concerned about it. It also felt stupid to complain about a dear one being back. Most people had never had that chance, Lexi included.

“Always the realist, I see,” Lexi smiled, burying their interest, “well, it’s not like we have nothing else to do ourselves. Remember the archive?”

“No-“ Cinnabar paled.

“Oh yes! There’s a whole new section waiting for your radiant presence. I totally forgot about the 1955’s kids last time, my bad. It’s not that many. Don’t look at me like that.”

One enthusiast apology after the other, Alexandrite more or less shoved Cinnabar in the archive aisle. Cinnabar was inclined to think that Lexi was doing this on purpose as their own unobtrusive way of helping. Nothing like boring paperwork to keep an overthinker’s mind distracted.

“Thank you for your hard work. I’ll be over there, children’s section,” Alex chirped.

“Thanks.”

“You can do this, Shinsha.”

It sounded purposely generic. Then Alex put their glasses on again and disappeared down the corridor.

Cinnabar walked toward the desk with a loud groan. A few books and papers were already scattered over the wood, a sign that Alex must have noticed their mistake that morning and had been trying to fix it as best as they could. Student cards were piled up next to the ledger of what Cinnabar assumed was the 1955-1956 school year. It was as thick as an encyclopedia.

They climbed on the table, bringing one of their knees to their chest. They could either sit in silent contemplation the whole day or start working. Cinnabar’s thoughts would find a way to reach them anyway so they might as well keep their hands busy. That was what a mature person would do. Probably. Mature Cinnabar seemed like such a foreign concept.

“I’m going with them.”

Where was Phos going now? Was this still home for them? Did they have any choice in coming back? The more Cinnabar reminded themselves they should not care, the more they found themselves thinking about it. What of Antarc?

Cinnabar shut one of the drawers of the archive with more force than usual. The sound reverberated around the library, dissolving in the soft chorus of voices of the building. Cinnabar did not dare find an answer to their questions; what would there be for Cinnabar? Even if they knew, there was no point, so they kept writing down students’ names and dates, imitating Euclase’s calligraphy for the sake of consistency.

Euc had been the first to do archive work, when the school opened. They had been the one to help Sensei build the dormitories, the one to shelter the kids during the war and the one to let the orphans in when it ended.

Euclase was a mature person and they wanted Cinnabar to play family again. Was that what a mature Cinnabar looked like? It just seemed fake and sick in Cinnabar’s eyes. And yet they were confronted with the choice just a few hours later.

They were on their way home, hands sore and stained with ink from writing the whole day. It was late in the afternoon and the sky was tinted a deeper blue, a few stars had begun to light up.

Phosphophyllite had not been following them. Cinnabar refused to be so paranoid as to believe it, but there Phos was, right in front of them. They were sitting on the sidewalk along the town’s main road, the one that Cinnabar would walk at least once a day to get to work.

Phos was looking at them, they had seen Cinnabar coming. They had been waiting for Cinnabar this time and when Cinnabar was at hearing distance, but still distant enough to walk away if they wanted to, Phos stood up with ridiculous solemnity and walked towards them.

Cinnabar didn’t know why they did not run away this time because, when Phos started talking, they felt the same sense of nausea building up in their stomach.

“Hi,” Phos mumbled.

What an elaborate choice of words. Cinnabar crossed their arms on their chest, pressing their lips together.

“I- uhm, I’m sorry. About yesterday. Sorry. Didn’t meant to- well, I mean, it wasn’t on purpose.”

Phos was tormenting the hem of their sleeves. Now that they had Cinnabar’s attention, they were stubbornly avoiding their eyes. Why were the two of them even having this conversation if Phos was the first not to want it?

“So, that was one thing,” Phos let out a breathless chuckle, straightening their back as if they had just taken a weight off their shoulders. They looked like they had grown taller.

“Actually, I need to talk to you. I know you don’t want to, I wouldn’t want to talk with me either, not after everything…” the way Phos’ lips would twist in a resigned smile gave their expression a grieved feeling. It made this conversation even more unbearable.

Phos’ half-sentence hung in the air. It remained dangling between the two of them as Phos kept fidgeting with their sleeves and Cinnabar dug their hands deeper beneath their arms. They were focusing on breathing, counting the seconds between inhaling and exhaling, slowly. They felt like they were suffocating, hazy, as if they weren’t really there.

The seconds kept stretching by in groups of eight and seven with each breath. They became minutes, long like the years that lay between Cinnabar and Phos. Phos who still would not meet Cinnabar’s gaze and who wanted to be there just as much as Cinnabar did.

The thought that they should give Phos a chance crossed Cinnabar’s mind for a brief second. They should hear out Phos’ story, their excuses, they should put aside their own hurt and listen as Phos talked about how happy they had been with Antarc and why they had decided to throw it away.

Then Phos’ lips parted. Their eyes shone with a new resolution and they finally lifted them to meet Cinnabar’s. They stepped forward, coming into the light of a nearby lamppost. They had grown taller. They were taller than Cinnabar.

“Do you want to talk? With me?”

Even if it’s me?

Some memories are delicate, fragile things. When you unveil them, the beauty or the pain they carry with them comes out in soft waves, making you dizzy as you run your eyes over them. There is familiarity in those feelings, like an echo, the smell of an old attic that has remained sealed for too long and where each flake of dust reminds you of a different time.

But it’s fragile. Just as you begin to remember, those memories shatter. Familiarity dissolves as old images crash with new ones, merging together, turning to smoke, being carried away by the present, dispersed forever.

Into the cold yellow of the lamppost’s light, Phos looked old. Older than their years. They looked tired, weary. It was in the way they carried themselves, in the way their smile did not reach their eyes, in the way their cheeks would dimple and in the way Phos would hide their eyes under their fringe. Just like Cinnabar.

In that moment, Cinnabar understood what a mature person would do. A friend, a true friend, would throw away their own feelings and ask Phos what was wrong. Because something was, something was terribly wrong.

“Please?” Phos added. It was like a mumbled stab to Cinnabar’s resolution.

They were aware of how much Phosphophyllite had meant to them and of how much they still wanted Phos to mean. Cinnabar would not hope for anything, but this was still Phos, they were in front of them, hidden beneath layers of memories and experiences that they had made without Cinnabar.

But it had been Phos’ choice. Cinnabar had let them go once, because they dared not wish for anything, and they would do it again because wishing was still scary.

They thought about their resentment, about departing coaches and about Antarcticite. They thought that Phos would be going home to Antarc eventually and that they would take better care of Phos than Cinnabar. They thought about Bort’s words.

You owe them nothing.

“No,” Cinnabar pushed the syllable past their lips. It was like remembering how to talk and they regretted it immediately after.

“Alright,” Phos said. The look that crossed their face sat uncomfortably in Cinnabar’s chest. Then Phos stepped aside to let Cinnabar pass, moving out of their way as if they would disappear if they only could.

Cinnabar walked past them as if through a haze, clinging to reasons and an anger they could already feel dissolving. The echo of Phos’ voice came to them as if through water.

“Goodnight,” it said.

#houseki no kuni #land of the lustrous #hnk #cinnaphos #cinnabar #phosphophyllite #1960s au #fic tag

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femalesonicexe2 · 6 years

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Tagged by @astro-no

Rules: Answer 30 questions, tag 20 blogs

Nicknames: Lexie, Lexo, Toodles, and Webby

Gender: Female

Sign: Capricorn

Height: idk

Time: 9:43

Birthday: January 8th

Fav bands: red velvet and snsd

Fav solo artists: Hatsune Miku, Yusekira, Crusher p and circus p (also the living tombstone)

Song stuck in my head: The mmch theme song

Last movie I saw: Jumaji I believe

Last show I saw: Mickey and the roadster racers

When did I create my blog: summer I believe

What do I post: I reblog anything with Mickey Mouse, Ducktales, Vanoss gaming, Anime and fandoms in general.

Last thing I googled: Bendy

Do I have any other blogs: I'm mod quoodles in @incorrect-mmch-quotes , I have 3 rp blogs (@lexie-the-duck , @goofles-and-fairytales , and @oh-toodles ), and I run the @toodles-official blog. And I'm mod webby in @duckburgconfessions

Do I get asks: rarely

Why did I chose my URL: I didn't want to change my previous one so I just added 2 to it

Following: 379

Followed by: 65

Average hours of 💤: 9 hours I believe

Lucky number: 7

Instruments: I play piano but I only know the mickey mouse March and half of build our machine.

What I am wearing: a dress

Dream job: be an idol or work for Disney

Dream trip: Japan

Fav food: anything with cheese or chocolate

Nationality: American

Fav song: too many to count

Last 📓 I read: it was a manga

Top 3 fictional universes I wanna join: Disney, Anime, and Kingdom Hearts

Tagging: @katie-wants-donut @pinkcosmo101 @thepineapplegiraffe @squipusaur @duck-my-lyfe @bubble-within-time @pukonline @dawnbuneary @purplebea and anyone else

#lexie mouskaspeaks

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nekozalenky · 6 years

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what i read in 2017

in 2017 i visited the library every day✿ i read bataille and klossowski, the untermeyer cyrano, every bit of terayama shuji’s work that i could find in english, the vegetarian, some kathy acker, a few stories & novellas by annie ernaux, kate bernheimer, anna kavan, valeria luiselli, books about bibliomania, books about ritual, spectacle, and space, books about minotaurs.

in the fall i started studying for exams and only had about an hour in the morning for reading whatever i liked, so i read lots of non-booky literature like visual novels or old shoujo manga (symphonic rain and here is greenwood!!) i reserved most of my reading faculties for reviewing my massive list of nineteenth-century lit and also familiarizing myself with the current scholarship on victorian classical reception. i rec yopie prins, charles martindale & stefano evangelista - plus mary beard’s book about jane harrison!

i have a lot to read in 2018 and i’m gunna work hard!!! year of the lexie!!

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lexinympho · 2 years

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You know you're peak beauty when just the back of your head is attractive on its own

#kunigami rensuke #blue lock #bllk #manga #«lexi's manga hour»

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carnivorgasm · 7 years

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Hollah Hollah Mcdollah

Ayyyyeee @kawaii-ash Thanks for tagging me! c': I don't usually do these kind of things but I thought ehhhh why not? So sit back. Relax. And get ready to learn about yours truly~~~~~ :'DDD Rules: Answer the 20 questions and tag 10-20 people (only if you want to, of course!) Name: Alexis Nickname: Lexie, Lex, Fa Mulan (thanks friends) Birthday: December 16 Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius Height: 5′2" Orientation: Straight Nationality: American Favorite Fruit: Mangoes Season: Winter (even though I live in the South and winter is almost nonexistent cause apparently fuck that. MAN JUST GIVE ME SOME COLD) Favorite Flower: Sunflowers and Forget-Me-Not Favorite Book: As of now, it's The Golem and the Jinni ;w; it was so nice and interesting reading about these two supernatural beings from totally different cultures adjusting to 19th century New York Coffee/Tea/Hot Cocoa: Hot cocoa awwww yeaaah that's my shit~~~ But thanks to college and many all-nighters I've grown an appreciation for frozen coffee uvu Average sleep hours: 6-7 hours when I actually go to sleep Cat or Dog: //gestures to her cat bowl collection// Cats man Favorite fictional character: ALRIGHT so the range is ridiculous for this so have just some of them. Ada Wong (Resident Evil) Sayaka Miki (Puella Magi Madoka Magica) Allen Walker (D.Gray-Man) Zen (Mystic Messenger) Souji Okita (Hakuoki) Judar (Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic) Chrom (Fire Emblem Awakening) Niles (Fire Emblem Fates) Laslow (Fire Emblem Fates) Blog created: I've had tumblr since 2011 kill me ive been here too long OTL Hobbies: Reading books/manga, video games, drawing, listening to music, walking the dog, headcannons, harrassing my cat, shitposting Top 3 Favorite Otome Games: Hakuoki (pretty samurai men are a weakness okay how am i supposed to go about my life when they lOOKIN LIKE THAT??), Mystic Messenger, Samurai Love Ballad (once again with the samurais...) Fictional place you want to visit: Any region in the Pokemon World! Some notable places like Lavarre City, Alamos Town, and Ecruteak City. Just....let me be a pokemon trainer....please Top 3 countries you want to visit: 1. Japan 2. South Korea 3. China (apparently I just wanna explore Asia) Top 3 favorite songs: DAMNIT THIS WAS HARD I HAVE TOO MANY 1. Ritual - Marshmello 2. Evermore - the Josh Groban cover cause that's some good shit 3. Peanut Butter Jelly - Galantis Annnnnnd I tag any of my followers who feel like doing this! GO GO GOOOOOOOOOOOO

#me as fuck #hmmmm i need a tag for written posts #.....i got it....#hold on to your pants

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werm-whole-skwerm · 7 years

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Since this is the night of tags, I got tagged by my favorite Ignis @scientiaa

Rules: answer 20 questions and tag followers you would like to get to know better.

NAME: Alexa NICKNAME: Lexie (Prince Charmless/Charmless and Noct to some people) ZODIAC SIGN: Cancer HEIGHT: 5′3.5″ ETHNICITY: Mixed Hispanic (half Puerto Rican/half white) ORIENTATION: Asexual lesbian FAVOURITE FRUIT: Pineapple. Love how it just melts the flesh of my mouth. FAVOURITE SEASON: Fall FAVOURITE BOOK: I don’t know anymore. I can’t remember the last time I read something that wasn’t a manga. FAVOURITE FLOWERS: Roses I guess. FAVOURITE SCENT: Sweetpea or cherry blossom FAVOURITE COLOUR: Black and/or dark blue FAVOURITE ANIMAL: Uh...horses are neat until you’re up close to them. FAVOURITE BEVERAGE: Taaka vodka mixed with juice. Any juice. AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: Maybe about 6 and a half usually? FAVOURITE FICTIONAL CHARACTERS: Sasuke Uchiha, Noctis Lucis Caelum, Hancock, Zack Fair, Zed, Suigintou, Yato, Link, Prince Sidon, Wrench, Clear, N NUMBER OF BLANKETS YOU SLEEP WITH: I think you would count it as two cause like the bed sheet and a comforter? When I’m at my friend’s though, just one. BLOG CREATED: March 2012. I’m old. NUMBER OF FOLLOWERS: 2,573

Gonna tag @uruha-lips @saltyshimakei @tiny-honeybee @shr3kluvr @tsubasa-otonashi @figuregayter @exomoon because y’all don’t hate me yet. Y’all also don’t gotta do it if ya don’t wanna. :3

#lexie speaks #text poop #tagged #tag meme #long post #about me

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babu-doll · 7 years

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Get To Know The Blogger

Probably some typos ahead. It's to late for this shit. Rules: Answer the questions and tag a few blogs (it says 20 but I’m not doing that) you would like to know better. Sound simple enough. Nicknames: Alex, Lex, Lexie, that one bitch, etc. Star Sign: Cancer Height: 5′6 ish? Time At The Current Moment: 11:49 pm. Last Thing I Googled: how is curly hair a thing Favorite Music Artist: I don't really have favorites but I like FOB P!ATD TØP Song Stuck In My Head: Feel Invincible ~ Skillet Last Movie I Watched: One of the Pirates of the Caribbean movies Last TV Show I Watched: Modern Family What I’m Wearing Right Now: basketball shorts and a baggy shirt. I should be asleep so it's pj time. When I Created This Blog: idk sometime last year The Kind of Stuff I Post: Dan and Phil and random stuff going on in my head/life Other Blogs of Mine: This is my one and only baby. Babu-Doll is an only child Do I Get Asks Regularly: no but don't be afraid to send them! Why Did I Choose My URL: My first boyfriend called me Babu cause of a cat in a manga that was a zombie cat. He said it reminded him of me cause I'm cute and scary. I was emo af then. Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw Pokemon Team: Mystic all the way Favorite Color: Black Average Hours of Sleep: School - between 5-6. Holidays/weekends - between 10-12 Lucky Number: 15 Favorite Characters: Any Yuri On Ice Character! They Are All My Smol Bean Babies! Number of Blankets I Sleep With: 0-1 I live in AZ so I never know. Dream Job: Lawyer How Many People Do I Follow: 88 blogs I believe. I am tagging: Not tagging anyone cause I'm a lazy tired shit.

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ausietigerqueen · 7 years

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Tag 20 People you wanna know better (Doesn't have anyone to tag tbh- but wanted to do this) Name: Lexus (YES like the car) Nickname: Lex, Ausie, My FAM calls me Lexi Pie sometimes but I don't like it anymore xD Gender: Female Star Sign: Gemini Height: 5ft 8in - idk cm fam Sexual Orientation: Hetero babs Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff ACTUALLY I took the official test and everything , I'm pretty proud tho so eeeee Favorite Color: Don't really have one but it i have to pick if the color of Viktor Nikiforov's eyes B) Time RN: 1:27 pm Average amount of sleep: omfg I'd say about 3-5 HOURS if my average BUT I tend to only get like 2 hours a lot as well so xD and it's not because of insomnia like regular people of no it's just because I stay up to watch anime or read so like yeeee Cat Or Dog : Dogs, I mean cats are great and cute and all but I adore dogs and while My family only has little dogs I want big dogs when I get my own :) Favorite Fictional Characters: //pulls out thousand page book showcasing images of all my babes Viktor AND Yuuri from YOI obv Styxx from Sherrilyn Kenyon's books Chat Noir from ML Kaname from Vampire Knight Meliodas from Seven Deadly Sins Every white haired anime character ever BONUS IF THEY HAVE RED EYES AS WELL LIKE I SWOON OVER THISE BEAUTIFUL BOYS Number of Blankets I sleep with: 1 but it's huge and like super comfortable, like I don't even sleep up my covers anymore it's on top under my blanket now, pisses my parents off to no end Favorite Singer/Band: Hollywood undead has been for years but right now it's BTS and EXO and other k-pop peeps I love me some kpop Dream Trip: A trip to Japan actually. A couple years ago I would've said other places but I'm actually planning and thinking of a trip to Japan where I stay there for a couple weeks and 'live' there to see how it's like :) Dream Job: to tell you the truth, someone who helps in the creation of anime and manga :) When was this blog created: ughhhh a year and a half ago I think......it was supposed to be an art blog but ugh........now it's a FANDOM blog WHICH IM TOTALLY OKAY WITH TBH When did it reach its peak: ............looks at all the yuri on ice STUFF on my tumblr. I think you all know when it reached its peak Why did you choose this URL: Well I'm known as AusieOtterPie on deviantart and other sites and I wanted that but I couldn't do I went with AusieTigerQueen because I love tigers, Australian shepherds and idk where the queen came from sooooo haha I'm not tagging anyone but you can do this if you'd like :3

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circushallways · 7 years

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Nicknames: lexi, lex ,lehi,leo, lexi the Zamboni thief, lexi the zamboni kitten, yolanda,lax, puff, and rose! (totally fin with being called any of these except for lexi the zamboni kitten thats a inside joke with my gf)

PRONOUNS: Any!!!!!

Star sign: Scorpio

Height: 4 ft 6 in!

Time right now: 6:23

Last thing I googled,,,,: Can I eat rocks

Favorite solo artist: melanie martinez

Song stuck in my head: Cesspool of love by mother mother

Last movie I watched: 9

Last tv show I watched: Soul eater

When did you create the blog: Last august!

What kind of stuff do you post: Voltron stuff

Do you have any side blogs: I do @mspuffballtheistic my aesthetic blog and a joke blog I made called paladins with guns