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honeyboyfelix · 1 year

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i am having a lot of thoughts rn so i need to write them you can look away if you want this is super fucking long asdfghjkl

imagine you are a tiefling. your mom is an elf and will surely outlive you and your entire family. you dad is also a tielfing. you are the oldest of 4 children. you live a happy 14 years as a relatively poor tinkerers child who has an affinity for magic your parents support with their whole hearts. but you are *poor* still so sending their child to magic school is not really in the cards. you are 14 when your dad disappears and is presumed dead. your mother falls apart in her grief understandably but unfortunately, your dad was the only one in the family with a job (your mother helped with that job but without him there is nothing to help). you are the oldest so you decide to use what little magic you know to help you make money performing street magic to provide for your family, your siblings who are like 7 and a year old (twin babies) obviously cant do that for themselves. you love your family and you would do anything for them but its hard to grow your skills when all youre doing is staying alive and thats how you live for the next 6 years. youre still struggling for money so you plan on going to this festival out of town to try and get your name out. on the way there you stop at a city that asks you (why you??????) and a group of people to find one of their people whove gone missing. on the way you all realize youre headed the same way so you might as well all travel together. you participate in the festival with these friendly weirdos, you get attached to people very quickly since you have abandonment issues and all of them are really really nice and one of them is even from your hometown!!!! you make it to the finals of the competition and the group youre up against is maybe not the nicest but your group is soooooo friendly that both groups decide to be good sports in the competition and not be sore losers if they lose. during said final round you guys pick up an artifact that gives the entire party a vision of a man trapped and desperate asking you to help him. you win the competition and your name will be forever remembered in that way but now you have bigger issues like wtf was up with that vision and the artifact????? your wizardly curiosity pulls you in. you find out the artifact is one of the most powerful artifact in the world blessed by not just one but three separate gods and the man from your vision must be their champion. this is a lot bigger than you,,,, you just wanted money,,,, but your new friends want to help this man and something pulls you along. you go to the cursed city (the city where demons come out of the walls every day in a never ending onslaught since the greatest war in the history of the world ended and reshaped history at you know it)

before you get to the city the cursed moon gives the entire party horrible warped memory nightmares that make you remember the last time you saw your father, the argument he and your mother had before he disappeared. you dont really wanna think about it. your mentor who taught you magic gives you her sword which is the last thing your father made before he disappeared. it feels very personal.

the inside of this city is awful and horrible and your entire party of lovable weirdos gets slammed again and again with darkness and despair but somehow you manage to come out of it relatively unscathed, you even gain a new friend!!! one you pulled from a deck of many things in a test to prove your worth!!!! (the themes of friendship triumphing never end btw) this new friend is a tinkerer JUST like your dad and even now your brother is a tinkerer too so he feels a little bit like home but also weird cause youre not used to people taking care of you its usually the other way around so you dont really know what to do with this new guy. the leader of this town who's trying to keep the demons at bay rewards you all by giving you his vacation home for free in the city you need to go to next in your journey.

when you get to the city the head curator of the library youre working with recognizes you immediately even though youre on a whole different continent and something in your stomach drops. he asks you what your parent's names are and a cold and ugly feeling settles in your stomach before telling him. he says nothing as he takes the group to the medical research facility and you see your father for the first time in years, passed out cold covered in angry red glowing crystals. the disease is uncurable and will kill him very soon, you found your dad again just to have him ripped away and warped beyond recognition and you are unable to do anything about it really. the other party members are shocked and upset by this but none more that the parties cleric who, unbeknownst to the rest of the group, instantly recognizes the exact scenario you are going through. you do what you do best and try to bury your feelings about the situation and tell no one about how youre feeling :) it worked at home why wouldnt it work here. the cleric tells you that no matter what they are going to do whatever it takes to find a cure so you dont go through their same fate and you trust your friends so much you believe him, youre determined now to get rid of this curse. in the process of investigating you get into a fight with some cursed statues (the big bad red curse,,,, you know the one) and you fuck up your attack so bad it hurts deep in your soul,,,, suddenly your hands have a red rash across them and you feel so so so tired. see the thing about the curse... it comes from this red crystal.... the same crystal your father had been working on tinkering with before he died.... the same crystal the hilt of your sword is made of :)

the only people who see that youre cursed are the party cleric and your knight (the new friend from the deck of many things you have complicated feelings about) so you decide the rest of them dont need to know :) you dont tell them about the sword either, you just start using a new one,,,, no one asks either thankfully! anyway the library finally gives you the next location so you can hopefully end these peoples (who you are now one of) suffering but there is one problem: an aboleth who believes he is the man from the vision that set this quest off is guarding the entrance to the place youre supposed to go. oh and also!! the rival party from the beginning of the quest? theyve been helping you guys out to and they went to check it out before you could warn them almost dying in the process so thats,,,, this mission is doomed from the start you swear.

despite all warnings, you go in the place where the entrance is trying to find a way in the entire party enters a fight with these cursed eels that intensely swallow you already at half health and you already think "oh god oh god were all gonna die and my family is gonna think i abandoned them just like my dad i cant die here not like this not so close" and somehow the entire party makes it out by the skin of their teeth and more than a little doubt in their hearts. this party doesnt know when to quit so you go in again to finally fight befriend the aboleth, this party is all about hope and kindness despite all the absolute hopelessness theyve been surrounded by for the past like 5 months you see, theyre first instinct is to reach out with both hands to their worst enemies and no matter how hard the world beats them down,,,, its worked every time. so of course it works this time almost instantly (with the help of the entire group and shit ton of magical buffs on one man, its called group effort sweetie uwu)

finally you get to go into the area this entire trip has been building up, what is essentially the magical prison of a cursed man forgot completely by the world. you are obviously not having a great time, the secrets youre keeping weigh heavy on you, you feel responsible for all of the mistakes youre party has made you also feel responsible for dragging an innocent man into this (the knight who is just like you, lonely and stubborn and intelligent and awkward) and the horrors TM are kinda setting in on you every minute since you saw your dad again but couldnt even talk to him,,,,, you are running out of time and now the cleric is also cursed which is just,,,,,, too poetic really. this was already personal for you both and now its you in their shoes and the cards stacked up in such a horrible way. but youre still alive, theres still a chance, we have to make it not just for your dad or all those other strangers or for yourself but your kind friends who have done nothing but help you,,,, they deserve to make it through this. so you power through

the dungeon is,,,, awful. every room is a memory from the cursed mans life where he watched the world beat down anyone who cared for him, his parents almost killed for simply having him, the civilians he tried to protect dying because he is one man who makes mistakes, the army he commands falling in a never-ending war no matter how many battles he one the next would just bring more loss, he was cursed,,,, because everyone believed he was cursed but all you see is someone who is like you and your friends who should have been givin a chance at a better life.

his memories crush you under their weight -literally- they pin you to the floor and wont let you up and your magic is failing you. worst of all its getting your friends too and you can do nothing to help while youre still trapped like this. the knight (who the entire party agrees is somewho the best of all of you) is the first one to break free from the spell, you dont know what did it specifically but he turns to you first urging you to get up and fight the voices in your head trying to bring you down. the cursed man speaks in your head, your loved ones speak in there too, telling you to just give up to let go and surrender that the fight isnt worth it but you are so close you cant end up like your dad where the last conversation you had was a yelling match about why youd left you have to make it back,,,, so you do, you get up and you get your friends up too. because this group doesnt let people fqall into nihilism and obviously all of you still have your problems, no one is perfect, but its worth trying. its always worth the fight

#sorry this is long #long post #i just had a lot of feelings like my chest feels like bursting tbh #like literally tho after that fight with the entropy trap i was looking thru my character sheet #in the characteristic part which i fill out for this exact reason #is all shit like 'would do anything for family . loves family with entire heart. flaw: gets too attached to people way too quickly #like oh my goooooooooood this kind of angst was built specifically for me asdfghjkl #sam plays dnd #i wasnt even using my highest checks for the fight asdfghj like i coulda tried to break free using logic and reason #but i was like.... idk would they?????? like i designed this highly empathetic wizard.... i think they would try to fight thru shear will #chich is a charisma save in mechanical sense chich... is their second highest score #i wanted to spit in the face of all those academic is my entire life kinds of wizards #this wizards got..... just so many feelings guys #i tried to add a read more but its 3 am and im basically fever writing this after my nap so i couldnt figure it out

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hollyhomburg · 2 years

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HOKAY! FiRsT oF aLl! CLIFFHANGER! FU-ASDFGHJKL-CK! I’m soooo conflicted about how to feel about the conflict, like who to agree with. They’re ALL understandable, but some are more or less reasonable. I guess, bless Jinnie’s poor heart, he just got one of the most lovely moments(I melted into my carpet during the happy part) followed by one of the biggest shocks, and I sorta get it. Joons a sweetheart and i feel so bad for the poor guy, he’s probably going to be the one holding everyone desperately together. Yoongles is trying his best and the emotional weight he has to have on him is crazy( I would fight anyone for a person like him) Hobis understandably freaked, but he’s doing so much to try and help the Tae-Jiminie situation, sooo proud of him. Jimin’s not heard the biggest news(for him) yet and I’m terrified for him. He truly cares for and I feel so bad thinking about how it’s going to upend so much of what he felt about himself before. TAE! I want to cry for her so much! Of course her pack will always love her, even if they’re shocked. I wish there was a way to make her understand that ( Though author Li- i believe you’re going to send me on two more chapters of this agony and I can’t wait to read them) Jk was probably the most ok? In this chapter, and like Joon said, I don’t think he could have handled things any better. Baby of the pack took everything as it came, got Tae home, got Jin/yoongi/yn to comfort Tae, kept ahold of Jimin to give taetae time, got joon, and didn’t add the the mate mark turmoil. My guess is he isn’t as ok as he seems(though I hope he is ok), and he and Joon are probably going to take the brunt of caring for the others(and him as the former littles pup). And yn… she’s grown so much. Earlier on I can’t imagine she’d take her mate mark discovery very well. But now she’s taking care of Tae and im so so so glad Tae has her.

I don’t know, reading back through my comment I sorta summarized EVERYTHING so umm… whoops. BUT EVERYTHING WAS AMAZING. It was packed with so many new feelings and developments and I feel almost windswept. You are the absolute queen of setting up emotions like these.(as an attempting writer how the heck you write the personal lives and feelings of EIGHT characters without jumbling or ignoring any of the characters I don’t know and I’m amazed that you do it so well) the cliffhanger hanger will frustrate me to no end(in a good way) and I will be (Im)patiently waiting for the next update.

I love you!

You know honestly- if you're kinda confused on who to support- that probably means i've done my job right. the feedback i've gotten on this chapter is definitely going to change the way certain parts of next looks because a lot of people where very unhappy with jin- this wasn't my intention at all but still! very interesting- it feels like the beginning of the story again when a lot of people said they wouldn't read it cuz of how yoongi acted :/ but oh well! at least jk is good-boy confirmed.

OKAY HONESTLY THOUGH SO MUCH OF MY MENTAL ENERGY GOES INTO LITTERALLY MAKING SURE EVERYONE GETS A CHANCE TO SPEAK- JUST THAT- AND THAT EVERYONE STAYS IN CHARECTER AND I DON'T CONFUSE WHOSE SPEAKING, LIKE- YOU'VE GOT NO IDEA HOW TAXING IT IS.

i hope my love shows in all my effort!

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langdxn · 3 years

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calling Evan's boys daddy 🥵

asdfghjkl i need a cold shower with daddy evan around about now 🥵

Tate’s immediate reaction to that word slipping from your lips is a coy curl tapering the corner of his, a soft blush rising to his cheeks. Not that you’d know, you’re bent over on all fours in front of him. “You mean that?” Tate double checks you didn’t say it by mistake, stalling the staccato rhythm of his hips slamming into you, plowing you into the pillows beneath. “I’m your daddy?” You nod frantically as he drives his length into you again, more fierce and determined this time. Tate leans down to press against your back, whispering into your ear: “Say that again, baby girl, and I’ll fuck your brains out like this every night for the rest of our afterlives.”

As much as he tries to play it cool, Kit knows exactly how long he’s waited to hear you call him “daddy.” Every night you’ve spent together, wrapped in each other’s arms and tousling the sheets beneath you, he’s waited patiently to hear those two syllables roll off your tongue. It finally leaves you when he has you pressed against the wall of the shower, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. “That’s my girl,” he coos softly beneath the water rushing over your shoulders, dipping into your neck to sink a kiss into your collarbone. Just as a moan escapes you, Kit responds in kind. “Daddy’s got you baby, daddy’s got you.”

Bless his pure, innocent heart, Jimmy thinks you’ve made an innocent mistake calling him anything other than darling. But that crucial address came in the form of a very simple request — “come back to bed, daddy.” Just as he’d snapped on his braces to head out for tonight’s show, brushing off your slip-up as a sleepy mistake, he turned on his heels to find you enticing him back between the sheets, repeating that request again only slower. “Come, back, to bed, daddy.” Jimmy’s eyes widen, practically bursting out of their sockets. In a flash, his braces are cast to the floor as he pounces on you, peeling every inch of clothing from your skin. “The show can wait if my girl needs me this badly.”

You probably should’ve expected the furrowed brows that quirk over James’ piercing eyes when he hears that word hover on your lips in the middle of a particularly steamy session between the sheets of his master bed. “I beg your pardon?” he questions with concern, pulling back from towering over you and his legs supporting him between yours softening their tense pose, his length remaining buried between your folds. “I’m sorry my dear, but I have no paternal instincts over you. My desires are purely carnal — of course marital too, after all, you are my betrothed. I apologise but I simply cannot possibly be your daddy.” The word alone sends your back arching into him, your hips bucking beneath James, who looks on with wild curiosity. “Oh I see, is this another of those peculiar modern desires? Like that ‘eating ass’ of which you so kindly informed me?” Your not-so-innocent shrug gives him all the answers he needs. “The parental attraction is purely semantic?” With a nod from you, James closes the gap between you and hovers his lips over yours. “In that case, come to daddy.”

Kai’s lips brush yours as he tells you to “go and put on something nice for the meeting tonight,” but you don’t seem too enthusiastic about sharing your man this evening. Your eyes roll and in that moment, fingers curl around your throat, Kai’s palm pressing into your windpipe. “Excuse the fuck out of me, little girl?” You hurriedly deploy your secret weapon as you oblige this time, a hushed “yes daddy” pours through your lips and a low growl immediately rumbles in Kai’s chest. “About damn time, princess,” he moans into your mouth while loosening his grip on your neck, instead dipping his fingertips into the sides of your throat just to assert a little authority. “Call me daddy in the meetings from now on, you hear me? It’s about time those cucks knew exactly who you belong to.”

#evan peters fanfiction #tate langdon x reader #kit walker x reader #jimmy darling x reader #james march x reader #kai anderson x reader #evan peters imagines #ahs fanfiction

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ruzek-halstead · 3 years

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i found my hand is holding yours

so this started as a drabble and was supposed to be hella short, but please enjoy 1.6k words of julie and luke being absolutely adorable.

julie has been dealing with a persistent classmate who won’t take no for an answer, so luke accompanies her to their end-of-the-term party in hopes to get the point across.

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"okay, so i have a really weird favour to ask.”

luke looked up from his guitar, arching a brow at julie's obvious distress. they had been at it for a few hours, trying to write a new song, but the motivation wasn't really flowing. ultimately they decided to separate and see what they could come up with on their own. it was a bit pointless since all luke could think about was the girl in the corner and all of his feelings for her.

"there are only a handful of things i wouldn't do for you, jules. so, shoot."

the apparent blush on her cheeks was unavoidable, so she pulled a few stray curls out from behind her ears.

"would you mind coming with me to this end of term party type thing?" julie asked, hesitantly biting her lip. it wasn't that she didn't think he'd be up for it, it was just the uncomfortableness of the entire situation. "it's for everyone in our music program. but there's just this guy who isn't really getting the hint and i figure if —" luke's eyes snapped over to her nervous and fiddling figure as soon as she mentioned a boy. "i'll be there," he replied instantly. his limited motivation to continue strumming his guitar until he found a melody he enjoyed immediately disappeared, and all he could think about was that julie had been feeling uncomfortable lately, and he had no idea. "he's not like a bad guy or anything!" julie rushed to add, because she had a heart of gold and always sought the best in people. "he's sweet, really — sort of. he's just also very persistent and i'm not —" "you don't need to explain," luke told her, shooting her a lopsided grin to calm her nerves. "i'll be there." it was a blessing in disguise that the boys could now be seen by everyone, and not just when they were performing with julie. she would feel much more comfortable with luke by her side; he was her anchor, and it helped that he was so protective, that hopefully he would help get the hint across to her surprise suitor. she knew what luke was thinking; was it nick? and the answer was no. they were friends now, nothing more. but a few months back, a new student joined their program, and he was partnered with julie for a few exercises. she didn't think anything of it, being friendly and polite as per her usual. it seemed like somewhere along the way, he developed feelings for her and no matter how many times she said no to a date, he kept asking. something about persistence? julie hated it. he was still constantly polite and respectful, but the mere fact that he wouldn't take no for an answer was severely unnerving for her. she hoped him seeing her with luke would get the hint across that she wasn't interested (and if it led him to believe that she wasn't available, then so be it). the music program party was being held in the school gym, filled with games, snacks and of course, an open mic. even though julie was a tad bit nervous to attend, luke confidently grabbed onto her hand and quite literally dragged her into the gymnasium. "socialization is good for you, jules," he had said teasingly, to which julie squeezed his hand painfully. he shot her a wolfish grin in response. "i'm going to get us drinks, you good?" luke pondered, ducking his eyes to meet hers. he could tell how nervous she looked by the way she couldn't stop moving her hands, and it irritated him that someone was making her feel weary like this. "jules," he repeated, squeezing her hand. julie nodded, raising her chin in a more obvious display of confidence. "i'm good," she insisted. he pulled on their hands until he was out of her reach and hers dropped back down to her side. the gym was decently filled; julie recognized a number of familiar faces as she actively searched for flynn, who had shot her a message saying she was already here. as she was distracted searching through the crowd, she didn't notice the one person she was trying to avoid. his name was caden, and he was cute and sweet, but he was just not getting it. "hey julie! it's nice to see you!" his hands were shoved into the front pockets of his jeans as he rocked back and forth. "are you planning on singing tonight?" julie shot him a polite smile. she just didn't have it in her to be mean, but she knew if she was a bit more direct and aggressive, this entire situation might end here and now. "probably not. i don't plan on staying long." "oh," his eyes widened, and suddenly julie knew that was the wrong thing to say. "did you maybe want to go out after? coffee or something?" julie felt her panic start to climb its way up her throat; god, where the hell was luke? it's okay, she just had to let him down again. "uh, actually —" "here you go, jules!" julie almost screamed in relief when she heard luke's familiar voice. he slipped in next to her, bumping her hip clumsily. to the untrained eye, it looked like he was just being a walking hazard, but julie knew it was on purpose. he was a touch-oriented person, and his touch soothed julie; they both knew that. luke handed julie a cup of punch, and his gaze flitted to caden, who was staring at them with wide blue eyes. "oh hey! my name's luke, i'm in the band with julie." with his free hand, he reached over to shake caden's hand. caden looked surprised and a tad disappointed, but he was nothing but respectful to luke as he introduced himself. "i'm caden, one of julie's classmates." a comfortable silence passed among them as their focus was directed to the stage where one of their classmates was performing. luke could sense julie's tension and his free hand reached down for hers. he didn't outright tangle their fingers together but his pinky reached out to wrap with hers in a comforting gesture. it gave her the power to do whatever she felt comfortable with. unbeknownst to them, caden watched their entire interaction, and even though he was disappointed, only a blind person wouldn't see their obvious connection. it suddenly dawned on him why julie never seemed to reciprocate his intentions, and he couldn't believe he'd never caught on before (he saw their performances on youtube videos). "ah, so you two are...?" caden trailed off, unsure of what to label it. luke and julie glanced over at him, julie with furrowed eyebrows, and luke with a somewhat smug but innocent expression. "oh, we're not re—" julie started to say, but caden shook his head, smiling. "i should've figure it out sooner," he added, "i've seen the youtube videos. you can't fake that chemistry." luke pursed his lips at the use of the word chemistry. at one point, he'd deny it, but at this point? it would be an outright lie. julie, however, just looked confused. "sure, but that's no—" "it's okay julie, you don't have to explain," caden insisted. "i see the way he looks at you, and i get it now. i'll see you around," he smiled, waving before he walked away. luke awkwardly sipped his drink. he wasn't expecting to be put on blast like that. he couldn't exactly control his eyes and what they did when they looked at julie. she was the embodiment of beauty and music and perfection, and that was everything luke saw when he looked at her. if he was exhibiting 'heart-eyes' (as alex and reggie had told him multiple times), he couldn't stop it. "okay, well, i guess that worked," julie smiled, tapping her cup against luke's in cheers. "although, i wonder why he thought we were — you know." luke glanced over at her. she was watching the stage performance with such a sense of innocence that luke almost didn't want to burst her bubble. almost. "come on, jules," he chuckled, shaking his head when she turned to him with questioning eyes. "you know why." julie pursed her lips, holding his steady gaze. it was challenging because his eyes were absolutely gorgeous and intense, and clearly the way he looked at her made her feel things. sometimes she could feel his gaze on her while she played piano, or while she studied for a test or wrote excitedly in his (their) song journal. sometimes she would look over at him and he'd already be looking at her. and at first, he would look away in embarrassment, but now, he would hold her gaze, sometimes even going as far to send a smirk to really throw her off her game and fluster her. something had changed between them along the way and they both knew it. they just hadn't decided when was the right time to address it. the truth was luke could be ripped away at any moment; the thought caused julie to live in a constant state of paralyzing fear. and so, the time never felt right. "yeah," julie mumbled, reached for his hand again. "i do." julie didn't end up leaving early. she found herself in the corner of the gym, leaning against the wall with luke's arm wrapped securely around her shoulders. they watched performance after performance and they couldn't even be bothered to get up on stage and show them what a real duet looked like because they were so comfortable in each other's arms. and as julie tipped her head onto luke's shoulder, a sudden wave of exhaustion overtaking her, she knew caden never had a chance because her heart was already taken.

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little-lightning-lavellan · 3 years

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10 for the casual affection prompts? :3 *sends you softness and love for migraine!*

Hello, Catvellan, my love!! Bless you, you're too kind to me asdfghjkl <3 And of course! Sorry for the wait, it was hard to write when the head was hurtin'. :( But I can now! :D <3

10. Placing their chin on the other’s shoulder:

Mellan had spent plenty of afternoons with her chin resting on Solas' shoulder. It had started off when they were simply friends, just so she could get a better look at what he was painting. She hadn't noticed back then how pink his ears had gotten, though Dorian certainly had, teasing the poor apostate over it for the proceeding month and a half.

Once the pair began to officially court one another, these little acts of physical affection became more and more common for Mellan. Solas was rare to initiate, but made it known how much he appreciated them from Mellan. So, watching him paint, turned to reading over his shoulder, then to just slipping her chin over his shoulder as she fell asleep by the campfire. It became one of the many shells Solas had collected on the shore of his vhenan's signs of affection.

Yet, each and every time, it still caught him off guard, tips to tinted that telling pink.

One afternoon, the sun only having just left it's place in the middle of the sky, the mage couldn't help but wonder if Mellan would react similarly. And what sort of scholar would he be if he didn't go testing a theory every now and again?

Lounging lazily in Mellan's bed with his cheek resting in one hand, the other holding a book, Solas glanced up from his reading. The redhead was fiddling with something on the small writing desk she'd procured, documents and notes of translations and runes littering the space. 'I have it organized!' she'd said. 'Everything has a place!'

Solas chuckled at the thought, shutting the book and resting it on the solitary bedside table, which had become more his than hers (the chaotic little beastie), before standing. Tucking his hands behind his back, the elf strode leisurely over to the other, the latter completely engrossed in her work. Before she could respond to the feel of his heated presence so close to her, the mage had already bent himself at the waist to plop his sharp chin directly between the tip of her shoulder and the crook of her neck.

"What, pray tell, are you working on, ma halla?" he asked, a subtle smugness to his tone as he observed the woman from his periphery. Her mismatched eyes had blown wide, her lips had opened in a small, silent gasp. A reddish hue had begun to dot her cheeks, and Solas just knew that same shade decorated her ears.

"U-Uh, I--!" Mellan stammered hopelessly, turning her head slightly, sealing her mouth shut for a moment before words returned to her. "W-What are you doing?" she asked once she could form a proper sentence.

"Humoring my curiosity." Solas answered, and Mellan could feel the chuckle in his throat. "Though, I suspect your back doesn't begin to ache quite like mine will if I remain this way."

Quirking a brow, the younger elf put two and two together, and giggled out a snort. "Well, I also have to stand up to reach you, ma fen. Its a bit easier on the ligaments." Shrugging her other shoulder, as to not disturb the other's occupant, she waxed poetically: "Who knows? It might even strengthen my spine..."

"Perhaps, perhaps." Solas readjusted, chuckling once again after his nose bumped against Mellan's jawline. "Though, I must admit, I do believe I see the appeal."

"Oh?"

Solas only nodded once, feeling as if he might answer the woman's question more clearly with actions as opposed to words, for once. Not having to lean forward much at all, the man left a soft kiss to his heart's cheek...

... before pausing, and leaving another on her neck, her temple, her jaw...

Playful arms wrapped around her waist, and Mellan squirmed and shrieked with ticklish laughter. Not much further work was accomplished that afternoon, but at least one theory was proven true, and perhaps that was enough for the day.

#they are both so stressed all the time they deserve fluff when they can get it imo #solavellan #solas #mellan lavellan #lavellan #dai #dragon age #my writing

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lesmismignon · 3 years

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replying to anon messages

In this post I shall reply to the messages that have been sitting in my inbox for a regrettably long period of time. (It is loooooong. Please click “keep reading” at your own risk.)

I’m not a very good correspondent. I’m very sorry. I never know what to say right off the bat, and then during 2019 and 2020 when I was mostly on hiatus, I would just post a chapter or two and poof back out, and on Tumblr I would browse a few things and then poof back out. I do not have a good track record with social media and online presence in general. And with real life problems (mostly due to work), at worst it was impossible to muster even the strength to write. It was maddening.

But there is something about Hellsing and its fandom that reels me back in even when I am far away. Excuse me if this sounds cheesy, but for me fandoms are like the orbit of a comet. If it is something that you loved, and will continue to love even when you are not “active” on it, you will come back to it, someday, somehow. I’ll always be grateful to Hellsing, for being an inspiration to write, for being a bridge to some of my dearest relationships, for some of the kindest messages I’ve ever received in my life.

you freed yourself for a job that was not good for you and related to toxic people (Integra-like – demanding the respect you deserve). That is badass brave – and that doesn’t become less by that fact that maybe the next job you got is not the end of the journey but still part of the way. And you are brave by sharing your work, sharing your stories revealing parts of your emotional world to the outside – that is totally bad as too. I think you can be very proud of you, really. So maybe right now, you might be in situation that does not yet make you happy in way you deserve it. But you know- there is big chance that this is part of your journey to this place – imagine, in some time from now, you may be a successful (brilliant you are already) author and in an interview you say something like “yes, back there in 2016/17 I went through some tough times, that influenced the work very much I got this price for today”. So just in case you maybe cannot see it right now yourself – please allow me to tell you – you are brave and wonderful. And re. the brave decision you mentioned – I know I am not in the position to tell you anything – but please do not do any harm to you. So, thank you so much for your work you share with the world, my life is better with it. Take care for yourself, you deserve the best. (so sorry, I am really not good with words, hope you get my point….)

Anon, this was the kindest thing you could have ever done for little 2016/17 me. Oh God. Time does fly by so fast. I want you to know that I read this message a long time ago, and it gave me strength to go on, even though I’m not sure if I am so brave, to be compared to our lady Integra >< I hope you are happy and safe, wherever you are. I hope you know how brave and wonderful *you* are. Thank you so much.

just wanted to drop by and say I love all your fanfictions! You capture Integra and Alucard's characters so well; I LOVE it. Take all the time you need updating. You deserve it. And good luck at your job! <3

Ah, I probably changed jobs like twice since then. But they have been all good and meaningful in their own ways. I really did not mean to take THIS long in updating but I hope that you enjoyed the recent updates if you are still reading, thank you so much!

Why can I not write here? I just wanted you to know I am grateful for the reading joys that are 'Snow White' and 'Satis'...

Thank you Anon! I am so glad you enjoyed them!

I LOVE SATIS SO MUCH YOUR WRITING IS SO BEAUTIFUL AND FLOWY AND IT MAKES ME CRY PLEASE KEEP UP THE BRILLIANT WORK!!

Thank you Anon! You give me too much praise, but I shall indeed try to keep it up!

Hey so please don't take this as me pressuring you but I absolutely adore Satis! Is there any chance we might know when the next update is coming in? Totally understand if not- it sounds like work is taking a lot out of you and I understand that you're writing fan fiction purely for fun but DAMN IF I DON'T WANT TO READ MORE OF YOUR FIC OMG I LOVE IT SO MUCH ASDFGHJKL!!!

I’m sorry it’s been ages! I’ll tell you my schedule(???) for this year instead! For this year of 2021 I really hope to average maybe at least 1 chapter a month but I don’t know how I’ll fare during the busy months. I hope you enjoyed the recent chapters if you are still reading!

@fierce-little-miana Can you believe that I have just noticed that I had given you any kudos for Snow White or Satis?! Sorry! Your stories are really worth all the praise we can give them. (so I corrected it) Have a nice day!

Thank you! I’m terribly sorry for this late reply. You’ve been so kind and sent so many lovely messages. Thank you again for each and every one of them!

@sinish-tem Hey sorryy for bothering you but. That ALutegra fic was AMAZING!!I LOVE IT!Amazing job sport<3

You’re not bothering me at all! Thank you old sport!

So I don't mean to rush you or be annoying or anything, but is Satis still happening? (plz plz say yes)

You’re not being annoying! I’m sorry it took so long! Yes :)

Hello! So, um, I have to ask... is Satis going to be updated? It’s just that it’s one of my absolute favorite stories by my absolute favorite author!

Thank you! I’m honored! I hope you enjoyed the recent chapters if you’re still reading!

Hi! Are you still around? Are you doing ok?

Yes, I am fine now, thank you :) I hope you are doing well, too!

@aniphine Hi! First off, I want to say that I absolutely love your writing style and am so looking forward to diving into all of your fics! I just finished Satis and it’s definitely in my Top 10 Fanfics ever, which is saying something! Thanks so much for writing it. On that note, I wanted to ask if you had plans to update it? If not, that’s totally cool - what you’ve written already is fantastic. But if so, I’d pledge my life to you in order to get a chance at reading more. 😆 Anyhoo, you’re awesome! 👋

Thank you so much! You are awesome too! I’m honored that Satis is in your top 10!!

@dontfuckingfollowmeifpornblog You still around?

I am now! Thank you!

@comixqueen Hello have I told you that I really love your Hellsing fics? ;u;/ They're among the best out there and I reread them often!

Thank you very much. That means a lot to me from you. Thank you for rereading, I’m always wary of my earlier writing but I’m glad if people still enjoy them.

I have never squealed higher than when I received the notification for the new chapter of Satis. You are a true blessing <3 thank you for your words

You are a blessing! Thank you so much!

Hello! I know you're not very active around here, but I just saw a trailer for a movie based on the letters of Vita and Virginia, and I was immediately reminded of Satis and the quotes you so expertly used in the narration, and I thought I might tell you in case you're interested in the movie (the title is literally Vita and Virginia) <3

Thank you Anon! I did see the trailer! I haven’t seen the movie yet though, but I will, eventually! I am so glad you think I did the quotes justice! It’s such a beautiful quote.

Not sure how to start this, might be a little bold, and yet; let me simply say that I am in love with your written works. In fact, so much so that I read it all again, and again. It never ceases to amaze. And as for you, the person behind it all, you do seem immensely precious as well. I hope that you have the most fantastic day, you deserve no less.

Anon, you are so very kind. Thank you so much for your lovely words. I am just an ordinary person unusually invested in a particular set of fictional characters xD and I am often late to things and a bad correspondent, but I must be doing something right if you’re sending me a message as lovely as this. Thank you again, I hope you are having fantastic days as well.

Honestly ive read your snow white fic years ago but I loved it insanely much and im about to read it again today ^.^

Thank you Anon! Ah, Snow White. I am very glad you still enjoy it. It is so old, and I wish I had the courage to edit it and spruce it up, or even update an extra or two...

Are you ever planning to continue Satis? I’m in love with that piece of work.

Thank you Anon! Yes! I hope you enjoyed the recent chapters!

My literal text to a friend of mine that's also a fan of Satis when I got the AO3 mail about the new chapter was: "NOW THEY'RE FINALLY STARTING TO BE *HAPPY* HOLIDAYS"

I am very glad I was able to bring you holiday cheer. Would it be bold of me if I say I aim to bring you non-holiday cheer as well, now? xD Thank you so much!

HEY JUST CAME HERE TO SAY I LOVE SATIS, OKAY BYYYYE

HELLO ANON! THANK YOUUUUU

#anon #reply

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thereaderstea · 3 years

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I keep trying to send asks but they keep deleting when I'm writing them 😫💜

Anyways hello my lovely tor-mon I hope you are well 💜💜💜

I was so excited to see your review and your highlight reel for Time of Death! I am so happy you enjoyed, and as usual your highlight reel cracked me up (as it always does 😂)

I'm glad you enjoyed all of the parallels in this installment (to be honest I wrote them with you in mind, I knew how much you would appreciate them) In fact I pretty much wrote the entire fourth part with you in mind!

I knew you would like the banner too, I feel so accomplished today! After seeing your extensive review of 10 Series (that I reread for like the 15th time lol) I knew my 2k gift was going to be another part bc I know how much you and everyone love that series, it was what started to get my blog going after all.

Anyways, thank you for the lovely review, stay stunning my dear 💜

ahh pesky tumblr! it did the same to the drafts of my highlight reel! :(

But a merry meet, deliciae! I am more than well now! i’m soft 🥺 asdfghjkl you wrote the parallels with me in mind? i’m honored and super soft 🤧 I do appreciate all of your parallels, I love them all so much! 😭 and they make me feral; I have to punch a paper with all my thoughts, connections, and hypotheses! my mind is firing and I’m surprised my head hasn’t imploded yet 😆

I’m elated you made a fourth installment! The 10 series is legendary, a literary masterpiece! I love, appreciate, and cherish your writing, your execution of this installment, and your parallels; and oh my goddess, yes the banner! I stared at it for a long time just appreciating the aesthetic; it’s so gorgeous!

Thank you so much for this installment! It is a delightful surprise to celebrate your milestone and congrats again on the 2k! You’re marvelous, deliciae!

Blessed be, deliciae! 보라해! 💜💜💜

your lil monster delight,

tor-mon 🖤

#asks #deepdarkdelights #deliciae #10 series #time of death #bouquet series #letters from deliciae #merry meet!

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saladejin · 3 years

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OH MY GOD YOU WROTE A NEW STORY asdfghjkl that's yet another - I expect, though I haven't had the time to read yet - beautifully written, thrilling, right-in-the-feels, all-round wonderful story for me to read&review, and here I am, not even done with Admire... 😔 I'm SO sorry, I promise I'm working on it.

Anyway, thank you so so very much for blessing us once more with a piece of your absolutely amazing writing. Sending you more love than I can put into words 💗💕💖 ~ your devoted wife 🧭

P.S.: You said we're married. No take-backs 💋

AHDGAKSJ my betrothed has returned

Honestly you don't have to apologise for anything bby. I'm so grateful you're writing anything for me at all, including this ask and every other one gone before. Feel free to just relax and take your time, because I'm happier seeing you all just enjoying my stories at your own pace 🥺 (I hope you like l&f too hehe)

Thank you once again for the attack of love and support. I'm thrilled that you enjoy my work so much and it really motivates me to keep going! Lots of love 💜

#ask #🧭 anon #crush anon making me giggle and blush AGAIN #pls my heart can't take it 😩

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marvelous-avengers · 5 years

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bless u for being a writer 🙏 okay so 35 38 and 42 for the sensory prompts. do I request a character too? (Idek know how this works) how about Bucky? oh stars if I'm only supposed to do one then 38. And if this doesn't fancy you then use this as my msg to say you're the best! Keep writing! And remember to take a breather for you!!!!!!! 💙❤️💛🧡

asdfghjkl thank you angel so much !!!!

Lips soft on even softer skin, a high-pitched giggle in the air as Bucky lifts the baby even higher in his arms, bringing her back down to place his lips on her stomach. He blows, the raspberry tickling the girl and making her laughs bounce around the room.

Eyes bright as they look up at her, smile big and dopey as he sits his daughter on his stomach. She giggles again, placing her hands on his chest. He takes a hand and curls a stray, brunette curl behind her ear and taps her chubby cheek.

“You’re so cute, sweetheart.”

“She is you, Buck.”

He turns his head and sees you over the back of the couch, arms crossed as you lean against the doorframe. A satisfied smirk rests on your lips and when you meet your daughter’s eyes across the room, her resounding laugh melts it away into a happy smile. She reaches for you as you round the couch, and you lift her into your arms, placing a kiss on her cheek. She curls into you immediately, humming and gurgling.

“She’s also you, y’know,” Bucky says, gazing up at you fondly. “Always napping, constantly wants attention–”

You send him a glare that gets him chuckling as you sway back and forth with your baby. “You wanna stay on that couch, Buck?”

His chuckling fades away as he pats the couch he’s laying on, scooting to leave a little space between him and the cushions. “No, but I think we could all use a little nap.” He nods to the girl in your arms, who is currently trying hard to keep her eyes open.

So you maneuver into the space between Bucky and the cushions, tucking yourself into his side as he places your daughter on his chest. Your left arm wraps around them and Bucky brings your hand to his lips, kissing the gold on your fourth digit before intertwining your fingers.

It’s a moment listening to the even breathing of the two of you and watching the sunlight filter through the cracked curtains, his other arm keeping you close to his side. It’s all encompassing–you pressed to his side, his daughter on his chest and the small rise and falls of your chests. The simplicity and domesticity of it is overwhelming. In the best way.

He closes in on the small tick tick tick of the watch on your wrist, fingers latched with his. He smiles, letting out a content breath of his own.

He kisses your forehead, murmuring into the air, “You know she’s beautiful just like you, right?”

You simply snuggle further into him, bodies molding to one as you give his hand a squeeze. “Just like us, babe.”

#jess writes #requested #bucky barnes #bucky barnes drabble #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x reader #dad!bucky #sensory prompts

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teamhawkeye · 4 years

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evens for reese and roger? :3

asdfghjkl; this got long, lmao - i’ll throw them all together under the cut

2. Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer?

- Roger. He’s also a serial cuddler so it makes it that much harder for Reese to extract herself from him the morning

4. When they can’t sleep, what do they do?

- …besides getting frisky? lol, they do talk a lot about any and all things: something as small as gossip around Prosperity and Hope County or big and heavy like existential questions about life and death and what comes after

6. Who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile?

- Roger; if Reese is staying up later, which happens more often than not, she’s usually deep in thought. Roger is the one to be thinking about her when he’s trying to fall asleep as well

7. Who comes up with the cheesy pick-up lines?

- Roger, by far; he’s got them both in English and in French and Reese has the patience to not roll her eyes at any of them

8. Who gets extremely competitive playing Mario Kart?

- Reese, by a landslide, haha. If it was available to them to play, she’d be the one messing with his controller to help make him lose

10. Who sets the other’s ringtone to something loud and obnoxious behind their back?

- Reese would absolutely be the one to do that if they still had working phones

12. Who does the hands-over-the-eyes “Guess Who” thing?

- Both, but for Reese, it’d mainly be a joke on Roger, since he’d absolutely know once her metallic fingers on her prosthetic hand touched his face

14. Who’s prone to road rage?

- Both, but Reese is much more aggressive than Roger about it

16. Who reminds the other to put on sunscreen before going to the beach (or pool)?

- I have a feeling it’d be Roger with this one. He’s always looking out for Reese’s wellbeing, but i also feel like he’d be the one to forgot to put on any himself, haha

18. Who gets the window seat?

- This seems cheap since Roger is the pilot, but Reese, lol

20. What do they argue about the most?

- Mostly Reese’s mortality and her recklessness. Roger knows she’s capable but he still worries about how much danger she eagerly throws herself into and Reese would absolutely be embarrassed to be called out on it by him of all people

22. Who texts more often?

- Roger would, again, if they had phones, lol

24. Who’s the better cook?

- Roger. I see him having spent more time in a stable, static community than Reese and her years spent constantly patrolling and being deployed by the military group she once was a part of

26. Who puts the fork in the microwave?

- Reese. she knows exactly what will happen, but she wants to see firsthand28. Who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1 a.m.?

- Reese. She can be insufferable, i could see her doing that 100%, haha

30. Who likes doing the dishes?

- I feel like both do when they do them together; just another reminder of the stability they’ve both fought so hard for and relish in having together

32. Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?

- Roger has a much better mind for details like that; Reese, sadly, has a harder time remembering such details

34. Do they go on dates? What are they like?

- Absolutely. They often joke about their Expeditions being dates, but on the way back from successful capers, they often stop somewhere to recoup and spend some time celebrating. Other times, they take La Grosse Patate from Prosperity and will go on short trips away from all the noise and confusion of the Resistance’s main hub and camp or picnic together out in the wilds

36. Which one is the secret snuggler?

- Roger is not a secret snuggler at all. Reese, however, is and tends to snuggle in her sleep

38. Who reaches for the other one’s hand while driving?

- Roger, though i’d say more when Reese is driving and he’s being the passenger, lol. Most times she’s not in the copilot seat in La Grosse Patate

40. Who is the most affectionate?

- Roger, truly.

42. What is their favorite feature of their partner?- Reese likes Roger’s eyes, ironically enough, since he hides them behind his shades more often than not. Roger likes Reese’s arms, as unusual as that sounds; aside from her being ripped, her tattoo, her scars, her missing hand all tell a story of the life she had leading up to their meeting and he’s grateful that their paths finally crossed and became parallel

43. What is the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other?

- There’s a certain softness that descends between them; up until that point, they’d been openly and aggressively flirty with one another. Once they both make it known they have genuine feelings for each other, they both get a little bit more flustered and schoolyard about their courtship of one another; it’s an endless delight to the people of Prosperity, who already witnessed them at their randiest and most unashamed when they were simply treating their attraction as a fling, to then transition to being jittery and more conscientious around each other.

44. What are their nicknames for each other?

- “Fly Guy”, “Rog”, and “Ace” for Roger courtesy of Reese. “Ma belle”, “ma cherie”, “ma tigresse”, and “mon amour” for Reese from Roger. “Mon tabarnak” has become a joke between them to call each other affectionately after Reese finally found out what it meant when Roger called her that

46. Who initiates kisses?- Both, but Reese is the kind to give a quick kiss frequently and Roger likes to give a ton at a time and make it time consuming, haha

48. Who tells their friends/family about their relationship first?- Technically, it’s not really a secret - Anna knows before anyone else has to tell her and most figure it out just by watching the two of them interact - but Roger is the first one to tell others that they’re involved. Reese’s family is back East so it’s not for some time until she can tell her brothers about Roger at all

50. Who gets overwhelmed by small acts of kindness?

- Reese. She still can’t believe how lucky she is to have found Hope County and the people of the Resistance, Roger especially. Something as simple as Roger giving her flowers or playing with her hair makes her heart race. Every morning she wakes up safe and sound next to him at Seed Ranch she counts her blessings for finally finding a place to call home and plant roots

thank you all for sending these in! ❤️

#foofygoldfish #chyrstis #outranks #Reese Jaeger x Roger Cadoret #Captain Reese Jaeger

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krreader · 5 years

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BLACKPINK scenario → you as their younger sister.

pairing: blackpink x sister!reader fandom: blackpink warnings: / genre: angst ; fluff

a/n: asdfghjkl BLESS YOU FOR REQUESTING A GIRL GROUP ANGEL!!! !I hope you all like it ♥

kim jisoo

Even during busy days, Jisoo would make sure to reach out as often as she could. She wants to make sure you're alright, you're eating enough and that you're not in a bad mood.

“Why are you looking like that? Did something happen? Do you need me to call mom?”

“I'm fine,” you said, looking at her on your laptop screen, “I just.. miss you.”

A small smile spread on her face that quickly turned into a big one, until she started chuckling, “I knew I was your favorite sibling.”

“Stop it,” you laughed, “Do you think you can stop by soon? It's getting warmer, so I want to go to that ice cream place we used to go to as kids..”

You both knew that it wasn't as easy as that, but that's the thing about your sister. She always tried to make time for you, even if her schedule would only get busier if she was meeting up with you.

“I'll see what I can do, okay?”

“Okay.”

And guess who stopped by two weeks later, even if it was just for two hours?

Kim Jisoo, the best sister in the world.

kim jennie

Having quality sister time was hard with her, always has been ever since she debuted. Jennie contacted you, as in, she sent you text messages a lot, but she didn't visit as much as you would like her to. Or maybe you just wanted to have her around at all times..

..it's been hard enough for you when she went away to New Zealand, but this time it was different. It felt like you were both living different lives now, like she wasn't your big sister anymore, especially now that she had released Solo and was even busier than before.

But even then, even if you missed her terribly and you didn't get to spend a lot of time with her, you always sent her good luck messages before performances and it was always you asking her if she was okay.

“Why are you smiling?” Jisoo grinned, her eyebrows wiggling as she sat down next to Jennie who got her make-up done again.

“My sister,” she held out the phone to her band member and let Jisoo read it, but after a couple of seconds, that smile faded on Jennie’s face, “I feel like I'm letting her down lately, you know?”

“What? Why?”

Jennie shrugged, beginning to rub over her knuckles, “I'm her only sister.. her big sister. Shouldn't I be there for her? Shouldn't I be the one to send her good luck messages when she's doing something important and not the other way around? I feel like I'm failing her..”

“She knows how busy you are and (Y/N) would never hold that against you,” Jisoo grabbed her hands and smiled encouragingly, “We have a week off soon. I know you wanted to spend it with some friends, but.. maybe you could go home.. see her again.”

And that's exactly what she did. And god.. the smile that spread on your face when you saw her.. she would never forget that.

roseanne park

The distance was definitely the biggest issue. Her and Lisa often bonded over this.

She tried to fly you out as much as possible, but the older you got, the more responsibilities you had as well..

..and Rose was incredibly proud of you for that, even if she wished you could come and see her more often.

“How many days will you get off?” she asked.

“I don't really know yet.. maybe four?”

“Do you want to come? Or do you want to spend it with some friends?”

“You know you're more important, sis,” you smiled happily, “Of course I'll come.. I just have to figure out the exact dates and hope it won't be during your comeback.”

“I don't care if it's during comeback, I'll simply drag you with me wherever we go and you can massage my feet if they hurt.”

“Wow, what a great big sister you are,” the both of you started laughing, continuing your conversation for more than two hours before you ended the call.

You might be far away from each other, but it was like a part of her was always with you and a part of you was always with her..

lalisa manoban

Like Rose, the biggest issue for Lisa was the distance. And especially in the beginning, it was absolutely horrible for her since you two were so close.

The busier she got, the more Korean she could speak, the less lonelier she felt, but nobody could replace you.

“I've been talking to mom and dad,” you started, a little unsure on how she would react, “And.. I've asked them if I could live with you for a little while.”

“Huh?!” her eyes went wide in an instant, scooting closer to the screen so she could see you better, “What are you talking about? Why?”

“You never visit anymore, Lisa. And I'm tired of waiting around here, Thailand isn't where I want to be anymore, there's nothing holding me here except for mom and dad. And.. and I think that if I go too and we're both in Seoul, they might come as well and then we would all live there and..-”

“Hold on, hold on.. slow down, (Y/N),” she shook her head, “Why are you suddenly like this?”

She should have expected something like this to happen soon. You broke down in tears, told her how much you and the rest of the family missed her and that even though you were all so incredibly proud of her, you couldn't help but wish she was closer to you..

And even if she would have liked to have you around for longer than a week, she was scared for your safety. You were better off in Thailand with your parents than with her here. They could take better care of you than she could.

But she did fly you out a month later and you did spend almost three weeks with her.

And she made a mental note to do that more often from now on..

#blackpink scenario #blackpink reaction #kpop #kpop imagines #kpop reactions #reader #blackpink x reader #blackpink #bp #requests

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englass · 4 years

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👍😊

Asdfghjkl– hello!!! 👋🏻 I hope you’re doing well! Hope you don’t mind, but I’m gonna assume that this is for that ask meme from a few days back(?); if so those would be:

👍🏻 – Your blog is inspiring

😊 – Your blog makes me smile

Which – asdfghjkl – is so fricking sweet of you hun, bless you! Honeslty, I’m not too sure how I’m inspiring (I feel like a whinge a lot) 😅, but it’s greatly appreciated all the same! And – hey, if you find inspiration or comfort, or maybe even a bit of joy and such, in the things I say or do or write, or what have you, then that’s more than fine by me; I’m just glad to be of any sort of help or support to you 😁

And if this wasn’t to do with that ask meme then – hi again! Thank you ever so much for sending this and stopping by! A little bit of love and interaction is always a lovely thing to see and be blessed with; so thank you! 😁

#thanks for sending this in hun!#seeing stuff like this always brightens my day #hope you’re keeping well by the way 😊#asks #ec-10

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snarky-badger · 6 years

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Ultron prompt: reader gets into a friendly chat online and makes friends with them after a while, only to start noticing odd things start to happen: out of nowhere money deposits in their bank account, gifts showing up when they know they didn't order anything, etc, until late one night someone shows up unannounced in their living room

I spent two days on this anon! It’s longer than usual, I just couldn’t stop writing. Am open to even writing a sequel if you like this one enough and request one. I hope it’s to your liking!

Words/Sentences between [these] are chat conversations.

You groaned as you shuffled into your room, grimacing as you dumped your heavy backpack onto the floor with a thud. Noise from your roommates made you kick your door shut, shoulders slumping when the bickering faded to a dull mumble.

It had been a long day. You were in the middle of a twenty-four week long Auto Mechanics course. And that was just for cars and trucks. If you wanted to push further, you’d need another course to qualify to work on Big Rigs, and another for Construction Vehicles, like dump trucks and front loaders.

Your dream however, was racing cars. Any racing cars. Drag racing, Nascar, anything, hell, even big rig racing. And for that, you needed a lot of training. You’d have to work up from mere cars to more powerful engines.

You’d become enamored with mechanics when you’d been young and watching your father work on his old Plymouth Barracuda. He’d been able to take it apart, clean it, and put it back together, almost with his eyes closed. He’d taught you everything he’d known, of course, but that wasn’t enough. You needed a degree, and proper training.

Proper training that cost an arm a leg and half a liver. It was why you were sharing an old, run down, house with three others. Cheaper than Campus Apartments, though paying your way through University and covering rent still forced you to shop at a dollar store for food.

You were lucky in the fact that you had a part-time job at a mechanic downtown. The elderly man had been more than willing to take you on as an apprentice, and was always welcoming to your endless questions when you hadn’t quite understood something in class.

Added to the general stress of things was the fact that you were the only female in a class and occupation mostly dominated by men. The jeers and bullying and sexist comments from your fellow ‘students’ were murder on your psyche, self-esteem and general ability to not beat someone over the head with a wrench.

Judging that the fighting outside your door was about the cleanliness, or lack thereof, of the fridge, you grabbed up a change of clothes and booked it to the shower. It was a short one - ten minutes, timed. Everyone in the house was trying to save money, and that included taking short showers, living on more Ramen than was healthy, and keeping the temperature of the house low to save funds on power. Well, as much as all of you could, considering that all of you had laptops and were Netflix addicts.

It took almost five minutes to get the grime out from under your fingernails, but you were as clean as you could be by the end of the shower. You rushed back into your room, shivering from the cool water, and quickly donned some jogging pants and a tank top that had a Wonder Woman logo on it.

A chime from your phone drew your attention, and you idly checked the message, smiling a little when you saw who it was.

It had started completely by accident. You’d been in a chat, throwing ideas back and forth with a group of people about Nascar engines and how to increase performance when someone had popped in and noted that using a cleaner fuel or incorporating a catalytic converter would save on the disgustingly high emissions each car poured out per race.

Others had booed and tried to kick the person off, you’d been intrigued and opened a separate chat window to ‘pick their brain’ as it were.

What had started as a mere exchange of ideas had turned into a budding friendship.

Grinning, you opened your laptop and powered it on, idly pushing pieces of a half-built carburetor to the far corner of the desk before going to lift your heavy backpack and slamming it down onto the empty spot.

‘SmoothCriminal’ was already waiting on chat when you finally logged in. Over the months, he’d come to know your usual class hours. You wondered what he did, to have so much time to chat, but with the connectivity everyone had with phones and such, you shrugged it off.

You did a bit of ‘hunt and peck’, typing one-handed while opening your bag with the other. [Hey you. Just got home. You have excellent timing.]

[*chuckle* You did give me your hours at class and work.]

[*raspberry* Smart-ass.] You turned away from the laptop as you pulled out your books, including a new one that had cost you a whopping hundred-and-twenty bucks. It was murder on your tight budget.

[I try. How were classes?]

[Meh. Same old, same old. Kinda just more in depth stuff that Dad taught me. They dumped a new book on us too. Blew my monthly budget out of the water.]

[That bad?]

[Hundred twenty buckaroos. For something that will be obsolete in six months. I’ll probably end up using it as a door stop. Apparently the teacher had ‘forgotten’ to mention that we needed it.]

[Lovely. Which means what for you?]

[Dollar store Ramen for the next two weeks until I get my pay from apprenticing with that mechanic downtown.]

[That’s not food. That junk is mostly salt and cheap carbohydrates. You’ll get sick eating that garbage.]

You huffed. [Money’s tight. Like, painfully tight. I need to make rent, and pay my share of the power, internet and water bills. Next month I need to renew my bus pass, and, and, the property and school taxes for the house we’re renting is coming up - that’s like three-hundred bucks I need to come up with. I have like, zero wiggle room.]

[The way your country piles debt on students is deplorable. University is free in some countries overseas, did you know that? Completely free education.]

[Lucky them. I, meanwhile, need to win the lottery if I want to be able to pay the fee next semester.]

[….your parents can’t help?]

[Nah. They have enough problems.]

[*rolls eyes* They’re your parents. I’m sure they’d help if they knew you were in trouble.]

[Dude. No. They have enough trouble without me adding to it. Mom had to skip a month’s worth of her insulin meds so Dad could get his high blood pressure prescription filled.]

[That’s messed up. Ever think of changing countries?]

You shook your head. He had to be in Canada or someplace where things were covered, because he obviously didn’t know how life worked in the States. [Again. With what money?]

[…..I could help.]

[I appreciate the thought, but nah. It would feel too much like charity. Besides, I’d get mad if I found out you’d put yourself in financial trouble just to bail my ass out. A little more instant Ramen won’t kill me.]

[Bleh.]

A snicker left you. [Not your fave, hm?]

[It’s not healthy, so no.] A pause. [Damn. Something’s come up. Same time tomorrow?]

[Wouldn’t miss it for the world. Take care.]

[You too.]

A sigh left you as he logged off, and you leaned back in your chair, stretching your arms up above your head. It was for the best. You needed food and you had some serious studying to do.

The next few days progressed as they usually did. A whirl of school, work, studying and a general lack of sleep and actual food. Chatting with ‘SmoothCriminal’ was always the highlight of your days, and more than once he’d had to mother-hen you into going to bed when the chats stretched on into the night.

It was Monday when something odd happened.

“Yo!”

You rolled your eyes at your roommates holler and rose from your bed where you’d been studying to stick your head out your room door. You figured he was only yelling for you, because the other two people you shared the house with where away at class. “What?!”

“You got a package!”

“The fuck?” Scowling, you headed downstairs, blinking as David pushed a large box into your arms. “I didn’t order anything.”

“S’got your name. It’s from Hello Fresh.” When you blinked at him stupidly, he rolled his eyes at you. “Y’know, it’s that fresh food thing that delivers meal kits to people. Pre-portioned and all that jazz. You just cook it up.”

“Awah?” Stunned, certain it was a mistake, you carried the box to the kitchen, David following in your footsteps. After using a steak knife to cut through the tape you opened the box to discover a mass of greens, potatoes, and four portions of salmon. Enough to feed the entire house-full.

Taking advantage of your shock, David snagged an invoice from the top of the pile of food. “Says here you’ve been signed up for a years worth of meals. ‘Each package contains four portions’. Geez. You get yourself a Sugar Daddy or something?”

“Oh, shut it.” You snatched the paper out of his hands and scowled at it. “Does it say who paid the bill? A card number, anything? Maybe I can call– Dude! What are you doing?”

David rolled his eyes at you as he started pulling food out of the box. “I’m going to cook the free food we’ve been blessed with so we can eat?”

You glared at the ‘are you stupid’ tone in his voice. “This can’t be mine.”

“Invoice says it is. And that’s good enough for me.” Pans clattered as he dug through the cupboard for a frying pan.

Lost, you stared down at the invoice again, eyes scrutinizing every single line and work until. “’Smoothcriminal’?!”

David poked his head out of the lower cupboards. “Excuse me?”

“Sonofabitch!“

You left David in the kitchen and hurtled yourself up the stairs, stomping over to your laptop and logging on. Sure enough, he was online, waiting in the chatroom.

[What did you do?!]

[You got it already? My, I might have to send them a tip for fast delivery.]

[Asdfghjkl!]

[….You don’t like it?]

[No. Yes! I…. Shit. Why?]

[Because you shouldn’t have to go hungry just so you can afford your classes? Because you’re my friend and I worry about you?]

[…..] You stared at the screen for a moment. Debated whanging your skull off the desk. [Do I want to know how you figured out where I live?]

[Ah. That. I…. may have tracked your IP address and lightly hacked your service provider?]

[!!!!]

[Oh, come on. That stuff is child’s play. Their security is deplorable. A child could have gotten into their systems.]

Even through chat, you could almost feel how smug he was. [So you’re a hacker?]

[Only part time. Consider it a hobby of mine.] When you didn’t answer for a moment, he seemed to get worried. [Please don’t be mad. I just want to make sure you’re alright.]

[I’m…. irritated. This feels like charity. Or pity.]

[It’s neither. If a friend needed help, you would do your best to help them, right? This is exactly like that. I had some money to spare, and you needed help, so I got you something you desperately needed. I even made sure to get extra for your roommates too. Please don’t be mad. I just want to help.]

A sigh left you, your fingers hovering over the keys for a long moment before you answered. [Okay. Okay. Nothing else though. Comprende?]

[…..]

You groaned. [Fucksakes. What else did you do?]

[….check your bank account.]

[My bank?? You hacked the bank?!]

[No. I kept it perfectly legal. I just…. transferred some funds.]

You rushed to log into your online banking account, a wheeze leaving you at the amount in your checking account. [A MILLION DOLLARS?!!?!?!?]

[Enough for you and your parents to live comfortably.]

[ARE YOU INSANE?!!?]

[Not last I checked. Are you mad? You sound mad.]

You were hyperventilating. He knew where you lived, he knew your bank account. There had to be strings. What did he want from you in return? Blackmail maybe? You’d accept dirty money and he’d turn around and own you for the rest of your life? [I have to go.]

[What? No! Please? I didn’t—]

You logged out before he could type more, shutting your laptop with a cold shudder. Instantly picked up your phone and called the bank, gave your information, and tried to have the transfer of funds undone. Clenched your jaw when the customer service rep said it was irreversible, that the system wouldn’t let them do it.

Who the fuck had you been chatting with all this time?

Even the excellent meal David made out of the food that had been delivered didn’t quite quell the uneasiness in your stomach.

A week passed. You’d been afraid to go back on the chat. To be honest, you were still mentally freaking out. Your roommates had been thrilled at the free food, but you hadn’t dared mention that it might be from a crazy stalker you’d been chatting with for months. At least no one had died, so it hadn’t been poisoned.

That evening, it took a while for you to sleep. You drowsed off once or twice, but reading a book while lying on your back meant that every time you started to fall asleep, you’d smack yourself in the face with said tome.

After the third time, you learned your lesson and set the book aside, rolling over to snuggle into the blankets and pillows. It took a while, but finally, sheer exhaustion took hold and knocked you out.

Something woke you up late into the night. Some self-preservation bit of your brain screaming that something was terribly wrong. You fought against it for a bit, before cracking an eye open to assure your brain that nothing was amiss and that it was freaking out over nothing.

The sight of the red eyed giant towering over you made a scream rip it’s way out of your throat, a scream that was muffled as a massive hand shot out to cover your mouth.

“No, no, no. Shh. Please don’t scream.”

You stared up into glowing red eyes as panic gripped your heart in a vise, and you tried to scramble away, your back hitting the wall your bed was pushed up against.

Instinct had you kicking out, yelping when your foot hit hard metal, sending a shock of pain up from your toes to your thigh.

“Please don’t do that. You’ll only hurt yourself.”

The tone was male, calm and conversational, nonthreatening, but what the fuck was a metal monster doing in your bedroom?!

A long moment passed, where you merely stared up at the man/thing/what-the-hell, until he moved, reaching out to flick on the multiple strings of fairy lights that you used to illuminate your room.

Easily eight feet tall, built of out metal, curves and struts all intertwined in a nearly impossible feat of mechanical genius. Crimson optics calmly looked down at you as you took him in, your brain taking a painfully long moment for recognition to bloom.

Ultron. Holy shit.

You knew all about him from the debacle in Sokovia six months ago. His image had been plastered over every news source in the world. Everyone, even the Avengers, thought he’d been destroyed, but there he was, in your bedroom.

He must have seen the panic and terror on your face, because he gave you a worried look - something that should have been impossible with a metal face. But all those tiny pieces, like an intricate million piece jigsaw, allowed him such human expressions that it was startling.

“Shh. I won’t hurt you,” he murmured, his surprisingly rich voice, with just a tinge of metallic echo, filling the small room. “I’ll let you go, but don’t scream.”

You nodded a little, gulping in a breath when he removed his hand. Watched with wide eyes as he moved so he was kneeling next to your bed, lowering himself closer to your eye level. You moved as far away from him as possible, tucking your knees to your chest, back pressed flush against the wall.

When you refused to break the tense silence, Ultron made a sound like a sigh, a tired expression settling onto his features. “I didn’t mean to frighten you. You haven’t been on the chat in a week and I got worried.”

You blinked, multiple times, as your brain struggled to make sense of what had just come out of his mouth. When things finally clicked, you went ballistic.

“YOU'RE–?!” Your shriek got cut off by his hand gently clamping over your face again. Probably for the best - last thing you needed was for one of your roommates to find you screaming at Ultron in your bedroom.

The look Ultron gave you once you’d stopped cursing against his palm was all quiet amusement. “Done?”

Nodding, you waited until he’d removed his hand again before glaring at him. “‘SmoothCriminal’?? That’s what you chose as your username?!”

“Well, I thought ‘Mr Roboto’ would be too obvious,” he drawled with a smirk, his humour fading as he met your gaze. “You’ve been avoiding me.” It wasn’t a question.

You hesitated. “Can I be honest?”

“I’d very much prefer it if you were.”

“From my point of view, you were someone that I didn’t know. I mean, yeah, we’ve talked a lot on chat, but I don’t really know who you are. Fuck, you could have been some online predator trying to butter me up for something. And suddenly you know my address, my real name, my bank account, and you’re sending me things and money and…. Can you understand why that’s super creepy?”

His brows drew inwards in a frown, crimson eyes dimming a little. “That…. wasn’t my intention at all.”

“And even now that I know who you are…. You’re Ultron. Everyone on the planet knows what happened in Sokovia.”

A very human-sounding sigh left him at that. “Sokovia was a…. mistake. I was overwhelmed and….” He shook his head. “I’ve been keeping a low profile, obviously. Trying to help while saying hidden. Sending funds to the right organizations, distributing aid where it’s most needed, taking down crooked corporations. But it’s…. lonely. I don’t…. have anyone. Talking to you was a distraction at first, I honestly didn’t expect to become so…. attached. It’s selfish, I know, but I don’t want you to be afraid of me.”

The very real depression and loneliness in his voice both surprised and shocked you. This definitely wasn’t the killer, unfeeling, robot that had been plastered all over the news.

“It’s…. a bit of a shock,” you murmured lamely, wincing a little at the pained look he gave you. “I’m sorry.”

Ultron frowned down at your bedding for a moment before moving to get to his feet, towering over you again. When you realized he meant to leave, you shot a hand out and grabbed his nearest arm, meeting his gaze when he sent you a surprised look.

“You don’t have to leave.”

He glanced down to where your fingers were curled around his wrist before looking back to you. “I–”

You rolled your eyes at him, your usual attitude starting to reassert itself. He was Ultron, yeah, but you’d known him for months. You were still low-key annoyed that he’d lied to you for months, but you understood why. “Ultron, sit your ass down.”

The relieved look he gave you as he moved to sit next to your bed again spoke volumes. He’d been ready to leave and never contact you again, despite his admission of how lonely he was, just because he thought you were terrified of him.

Definitely not what the news stations had portrayed him as.

“I am sorry I deceived you,” Ultron said as he got comfortable on your floor. Even then, he was still tall enough to be at eye level with you. “But it’s not like I can let my real presence be known online. The Avengers are still keeping an eye out for me.”

“My friend the super-villain,” you mused wryly, the low chuckle that rumbled out of him helping to calm your frazzled nerves. “Am I your sidekick now or something?”

That made him laugh, eyes crinkling in mirth. “Only if you’re caught. Which I’ll make sure doesn’t happen, so don’t worry. The, um, last ‘update’ your laptop downloaded wasn’t from Microsoft.”

“Ultron!”

“I wanted to make sure you’d be safe,” he said adamantly. “It’s nothing invasive to your privacy, I promise. Just some rather powerful security updates to ensure that no one can track you through me or vice versa. It’s adaptive too - you won’t have any more problems with viruses or malware or any garbage like that.”

“Well, thank you.” A smile tugged at you lips. “It explains how come I was the only one who didn’t get infected by a virus when the professor’s email got hijacked by a porn site. Everyone else ended up with crashed computers. Blue screens of death and the whole shebang.”

“That’s appalling.”

“You have no idea. You can’t…. like, get infected, right?”

“By a computer virus?” He chuckled. “Hardly. Why? Been trolling porn sites before bed?”

“Ew. No!” You snatched up a pillow and whacked him with it. “Gross!”

Ultron rose an arm to defend himself, laughing. “What? I’ve been in the entire internet. You have no idea what’s in the depths of the web.”

“And I’d rather not know. Like, ever.” You gave him another whack for good measure before relenting. “I have enough trauma from hearing my roommates fucking, I don’t need to know the depths that people go to online.”

“Well, you can certainly afford a place of your own now,” he retorted, meeting your gaze with a quirked brow. “The money I sent you is yours. I have no use for it, I have more than I need anyway.”

“Do I want to know where it came from?”

“I have…. Well, I own numerous stocks under various names and companies, not to mention I’ve sold several patents and schematics for a good dozen or so prosthetic limbs that can be connected directly to the nervous system. And there was that time I got bored and cleaned out some poker sites.”

You rolled your eyes at that last bit. “Uh huh.”

“I get bored!” He huffed, folding his arms across his chest. “I’m an AI. I’m capable of running over ten thousand processes at the same time and….” He paused, sending you a wary glance. “The Avengers burned some of my code in Sokovia. I can’t wirelessly connect to the internet anymore. It’s like…”

Your voice was gentle. “Like losing a limb?”

“Almost, yes.” A heavy sigh left him, and he dropped his arms, staring down at his hands as he flexed them open and closed in his lap. “I’ve been unable to reverse the damage thus far. I can hard-line to any system I need to use, of course, but otherwise, I’m…. limited.”

“I’m sorry,” you murmured, daring to rest a hand on his shoulder. He seemed to relax at your touch, his left hand rising to cover yours.

There was a slight smile on his features when he rose his head to look at you again. “Thank you. Especially for not being afraid of me.”

“It was a shock, yeah. But, I recover fast,” you added with a smirk, smiling when he laughed softly.

“I’m relieved.” His fingers tightened around yours for a moment, gentle. “I want you to use that money. However you see fit. And I know you want to be a mechanic, but if you ever want to do something on the side…. I’d like it if you worked with me. Little things, like narrowing down what charities to give money to, or helping me dig into companies to see if they’re worth supporting.”

Your lips quirked, and you let him lift your hand from his shoulder, shivering a little when he lightly brushed his thumb against your palm. “We both know you don’t need me for that.”

“I’d need you for your opinion. I don’t…. always understand humanity.”

A chuckle left you. “Hell, Ultron. I’m human and I don’t understand humanity. Why not contact geniuses or philanthropists or–”

“Because they’d sooner shoot me as talk to me. They don’t know me like you do.”

“I’m a grease monkey,” you protested with a shake of your head.

“You’re my friend. I trust you more than anyone else on this planet,” Ultron said, and you couldn’t help but blush a bit. “Just think about it? There’s time.”

“Okay.”

“Good. Oh, one more surprise - I recently purchased a penthouse downtown.” He grinned when you gaped at him. Then reached into his chest and pulled a set of keys out of a hidden compartment. “It’s yours now. Well, I might visit from time to time. I promise to call first.”

You felt dizzy as he pressed the keys into your hand. “A penthouse? But…. people will see you!”

“I got in here without anyone seeing me, didn’t I?” he chuckled, raising his free hand and letting you see as some sort of field rippled around his fingers before his entire hand vanished. “The best stealth technology on the planet. It’s much easier to hide something my size than it is to hide a plane or, say, a flying SHIELD heli-carrier.”

“That is kinda awesome,” you admitted.

“I know,” he smirked, so smug that you almost wanted to hit him with a pillow again. His hand reappeared, and he flexed his wrist a bit before turning back to you. “It’s late and you have classes in the morning. I should go. Think about the penthouse and the offer I gave you, okay?”

You watched as he fluidly rose to his feet, towering over you again. Took one step towards the bedroom door, only to stop when you grabbed at his wrist again.

One metallic brow quirked upwards when he turned back to you, and you quickly hopped up to stand on your bed. Now almost at eye level with him, you moved in and threw your arms around him in a hug.

He froze, a soft, surprised, noise leaving him, before he returned the hug, his arms tight around you. You didn’t know if he could feel sensations, or if he merely appreciated the gesture, but he almost melted into you, a simulated sigh of stark relief leaving him as he held you.

“If you’d just explained all this to me, we could have avoided all this drama,” you muttered to him, hearing and feeling the chuckle that left him as his arms squeezed you again before he pulled away. “Same time on the chat tomorrow?”

The genuine look of warm affection he gave you made butterflies flutter in your stomach. “I wouldn’t miss if for the world,” Ultron promised, leaning in to brush his mouth against your forehead before he ducked out of your bedroom.

Your life had officially gotten interesting.

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Rewatching RWBY: Volume 1, Episodes 6-10 [Live Blog]

The second half of Volume 1, and yes if you combine the parts. Volume 1 is actually only 10 episodes long.

[Episode 6]

I know it’s first volume and the budget isn’t as big as it is now, but Ruby’s arms in her uniform are unusually long.

Blake is actually somewhat OOC during the ‘Banzai’ then again, Blake is one of Miles’s hardest characters to write and it’s Volume 1 so…

Omg that Achievement Hunter poster

It’s always the quiet ones hehe.

I don’t understand why Ruby would cut the curtain to this very day unless it was an accident.

Weiss is womanlet compared to Yang omg.

Oh right, JNPR’s room is right across from RWBY’s!

“Remember when STRQ was late to class? Good times”

Okay so who is that guy with the black hair and green shirt?!

Also hello Port!

Yeah just yell at Ruby while Yang and Blake were cheering too lmao.

“Sheesh what’s with her,” tell me about it.

“Ozpin made a mistake” Oh hell no.

“My ‘Ruby is having a conflict with herself or with someone’ senses are tingling” - Ozpin, probably.

I love Ryan voicing Port omg.

“I have made more mistakes than any man, woman, and child on this planet” can we talk about how tired and sad Ozma sounds here? Yes, I strongly believe that this is Ozma in control talking to Ruby.

Boy I wonder how that opinion that Port has of Ozpin is going to change now…

You tell her Port.

Yeah, you see Weiss. Ruby is working very hard. Baby girl is doing her best and that’s all that matters. ;v;

HHHhhhhh Weiss is so sweet omg

And now it’s time for probably the most skipped on and criticized arc in the series. Jaundice.

[Episode 7]

Now isn’t that some alluding regarding the characters they’re based off of.

So it’s been a considerable amount of weeks and a few months before the Vytal Festival kinda sorta starts. Interesting.

Omg Ren’s and Nora’s story telling.

Ruby and Pyrrha are on the same wavelength regarding their concern for Jaune

I WILL 1v4 YOU TEAM CRDL IF YOU CONTINUE TO BULLY VELVET.

Oh my god, I know it’s for comedy relief but, that’s kinda messed up Cardin would send Jaune trapped in a locker flying.

Cardin. You. Me. 1v1 now. You dare hurt the Bun?! Speaking of, I know Velvet’s teammates designs aren’t completed, but they would kick Cardin and his team’s ass.

“It must be hard to be a faunus” Yeah… Looking at how shitty society treated Adam and Ilia, it is not much of a brainer.

OOBLECK!

Aw poor baby is so hesitant to speak out about the discrimination she faced as a faunus :c

C’mon Jaune….

Oh man, Adam would just… have a field day with the way Cardin would show his disgust over the faunus .

YES BLAKE. GO PYRRHA. TEAR THAT MAN APART AND DRAG HIM

I wish I had a teacher like Oobleck back during my days of High School.

“You know, I really will break his legs” please do Pyrrha.

...F...Forever Fall is that you I hear? ;v;

I’m sorry guys, but the lyric version of Forever Fall messed me up so much, that if I hear it I start to tear up a bit…

Pyrrha deserves the world god damn it.

This arc does give some perspective on Jaune’s character and how he can grow. I actually love the Jaunedice arc.

SCREW OFF CARDIN.

[Episode 8]

I can’t even blame Pyrrha for being mad and disappointed with Jaune here.

I love this moment between Ruby and Jaune, they’re very supportive of each other and I really like they let each other lean on the other’s shoulder if needed to be. Lancaster man…

C’mon Jaune…

Okay. So we got a tease of Forever Fall in Maya via Adam and Blake shorts but, I really hope we see the forest again!

Pfftttt Nora.

How did Glynda not notice that box of wasps?

You hurt Pyrrha. I hurt you.

Don’t do it….

Yeah Jaune!

Oh no Jaune!

LMAO

Oh because I’m watching on the blu-ray it contains the bonus scene of Nora stealing Pyrrha’s collected sap.

YEAH JAUNE!

Cardin deserved that one.

“Time to save the boyfriend.” - Pyrrha and Ruby, probably.

Go Jaune, go!

I’ll give Cardin this. He actually does keep Jaune’s secret a secret.

*cries internally* God damn Forever Fall…

Ah, there’s that smile from Pyrrha.

And so begins Jaune’s training arc.

[Episode 9]

Alright the Vytal Festival is coming!

Weiss being excited is so precious.

And so begins the Blake vs Weiss arc.

That’s racist, Weiss.

S U N. MY SUNNY BOI.

I miss him having gray eyes omg.

Okay so, Sun winked at Blake. An angelic choir suddenly starts playing and it makes it seem like Sun is introduced as Blake’s future love interest.

Blake looks like he took her breath away or just confused or both.

P E N N Y. MY BABY GIRL.

FRIEND.

Asdfghjkl I miss Penny omg. ;v;

“It’s a combat skirt” iconic.

Where did she find the time to draw that picture of Sun lmao

God damn it Weiss. That’s rude af.

I can feel the discomfort from here too…

“There’s no such thing as pure evil,” now if only a certain part of the FNDM can be aware of that….

Weiss’s anger is valid, but she shouldn’t be generalizing all faunus with the same mind set like that….

Damn, Adam managed to steal an entire train worth of dust even after Blake left all on his own?

Speaking of Adam, he indirectly caused Weiss to have a difficult childhood, I hope people remember that.

“Well maybe we were just tired of being pushed around!” How many do you want to bet Adam said the same thing…

I always wondered if there was a connection between the Faunus and the Grimm….

Awww Volume 1’s purple ears.

And so the S.S. Blacksun sails.

Jfc Weiss

In the manga it’s only been a like not even a full day, but here it’s been two days that Sun has been with Blake.

[Episode 10]

Sun’s disgust over the White Fang is interesting tbh like did he ever encounter them in Vacuo or Mistral?

The only time you see Blake with brown hair.

Okay so… the silhouette on the right…. That looks… an awfully a lot like Adam if you get rid of that tail…

Ffs Weiss….

That slow realization lmao.

What great teammates they are lmao

Sun is great here, he tries to help whenever he can.

Yang is still thinking about Weiss’s words, “Is she innocent?” “She’s our teammate we have to at least talk to her…”

Some nice insight….

Touche.

Yikes, Roman is pretty racist towards them too.

Battle time!!

Man Roman’s dialogue is so witty I love it.

GUN CHUCKS. GUN CHUCKS.

Sun has one of the best fighting styles, but I imagine it’s a pain in the ass to animate it though.

“You hurt my friend, now you’ll pay”

Get em’ Penny!!

Rip those members of the White Fang. Seriously how does Adam manage to bullshit his way into making them help Roman still after this.

“Kinda cute” Bless Ruby

Weiss get some off screen development

And Blake… finally is starting to get her wings… *cries*

How is Ozpin is getting that kind of live feed?

Wings plays and the credits roll for this volume…

But wait there’s more!

Volume 1 Mercury and Emerald look wack. I’m glad they look so much better in Volume 2!

And that’s Volume 1, and now onto Volume 2…. Where the bees start really buzzing since… I hardly could spot a thing for Yang and Blake except during their initiation in Volume 1 and Yang wanting to be understanding. In contrast to where Blake and Sun have established a friendship. But, Volume 2 hoo boy… Buzz buzz.

Buzz.

#RWBY #Yuuri rewatches RWBY

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