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4dkellysworld · 8 months

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Neville Goddard: I Am and The Promise

I was curious to find Neville's more ND-related texts so I skimmed The Law and The Promise and Power of Awareness (only the relevant chapters). I don't agree with everything Neville Goddard says as he says God is imagination but from ND-perspective, God is an imagined concept too so I guess he's right actually lol. At least in The Law and the Promise he speaks only of God as if it's the highest form of being while from an ND-perspective, I AM (Self) is beyond the concept of God (He does speak of I AM in Power of Awareness but that book was published 9 years before The Law and The Promise). Nevertheless, these particular excerpts from these two books were interesting to read and ND-relevant so I thought I'd share.

From Power of Awareness:

I AM is a feeling of permanent awareness. The very center of consciousness is the feeling of I AM - I may forget who I am, where I am, what I am but I cannot forget that I AM. The awareness of being remains, regardless of the degree of forgetfulness of who, where, and what I am. When you know that consciousness is the one and only reality -conceiving itself to be something good, bad, or indifferent, and becoming that which It conceived itself to be - you are free from the tyranny of second causes, free from the belief that there are causes outside of your own mind that can affect your life. Thus, it is abundantly clear that there is only one I AM and you are that I AM. And while I AM is infinite, you, by your concept of yourself, are displaying only a limited aspect of the infinite I AM.

From The Law and The Promise:

My mystical experiences have brought me to accept literally, the saying that all the world’s a stage. And to believe that God plays all the parts. The purpose of the play? To transform man, the created, into God, the creator. God loved man, his created, and became man in faith that this act of self-commission would transform man - the created, into God - the creator. The play begins with the crucifixion of God on man - as man - and ends with the resurrection of man - as God. God becomes as we are, so that we may be as He is.

When He rises in us, we will be like Him and He will be like us. Then all impossibilities will dissolve in us at that touch of exaltation which His rising in us will impart to our nature. Here is the secret of the world: God died to give man life and to set man free, for however clearly God is aware of His creation, it does not follow that man, imaginatively created, is aware of God.

The drawing of oneself out of one’s own skull (my own interpretation: quieting the mind, letting go of ego identification) was exactly what the prophet foresaw as the necessary birth from above, a birth giving man entrance into the kingdom of God and reflective perception on the highest levels of Being.

Our dreams will all be realized from the time that we know that Imagining Creates Reality (note: I AM imagining, not ego though) and Act. But Imagination seeks from us something much deeper and more fundamental than creating things: nothing less indeed than the recognition of its own oneness, with God; that what it does is, in reality, God Himself doing it in and through Man, who is All Imagination.

#excerpts #neville goddard #non dualism #nondualism #non duality #nonduality

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professor-walten · 1 month

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just a seventeen year old forced to save the world, again, you know how it is.

he/him only, don't let the tits fool you ✨

Lee's my real dad lol. If I ever say "dad" I mean Lee.

Owner of Motostoke's one and only Hop Walten Labs. Ireland's Pokémon researcher, rescuer, rehabilitator, and releaser. Giving every Pokémon a chance is my job and passion. I am a Pokémon rights activist and I believe in league abolition. You would know if you read my book. Nobody in Galar really has. Legally classified as a "shiny hunter," but it's just conservation efforts

Callaghan Psychics know all of the known universe. Not other universes, I guess. That's kind of why I'm here? The multiverse kinda needs us atm

DID system. There are ten of us here if that matters to you. If you want to ask questions about it take this guide. Not being specific on ages because like none of us are normal humans lol

And me of course -(🐏)

The fate rests in the balance of a bunch of mentally unstable children. It always has, huh? My work is important to me, and so is understanding the multiverse, so you can always give asks about either. Cool 👍

[ooc under the cut :3]

pfp is a gift from bunnyhasaknife on instagram

disclaimer banner art is commissioned from littlebumblebe9

account banner is just dubwool from the anime

EDIT FOR CLARITY: The start of PULT takes place 3 and 1/2 years after the events of Pokémon Sword and Shield. Everything about the games is history. Leon isn't the champion, Hop is a professor, etc etc. Keep it in mind

EDIT 2: this will generally be lighthearted but the lore for hop in PULT is quite serious to certain topics like drugs miiiight end up being brought up. I'll tag each post with (tw __" so you can block it if you need to

HI, I'M HOP! Yes, my actual name is Hop too. He/him for admin as well. I've been wanting to make one of these for ages but only just now got the balls lolz. A little rotomblr/rotumblr based on my characterization of Hop for my Pokémon AU I've been working really hard to write, Pokémon Unown Legends Tale!! Read about it on my main @irlkisukeurahara I have a tag for it. I don't want to post it officially until the Unova book is done so I can provide weekly updates, so for now I wanted to make a little RP thing for it to kinda get people interested I guess

This blog 100% will spoil some aspects of it but I mean whaddya gonna do. I won't spoil major plot beats.

This is mostly just shitposting and talking about my character lore because I'm really attached to it. Having roleplays with stakes is fine but for the most part this is just silly behavior

Since the multiverse is canon in PULT I love the idea of other Hops/professor Hops/literally anyone interacting here and whatnot!! Who gives a shit about doubles I'm here to be silly

No explicit NSFW, sexual or self sexualizing jokes r fine but propositions or shit like that are obviously not

Hop has a bunch of ships in this universe (polyamory not a gay harem anime) - two OCs + two canons + one of his alters. Feel free to ask about em lol

The ships: Bede, Arven, Miles, Nico, Marcello

Feel free to ask DID questions here in or out of character, I just make Hop like this because I have DID too lol

I might say "fag" once or twice but otherwise no slurs plzplzplz but swearing is obviously fine because I will do it A LOTTT

If this gets any traction I'll make Leon and Arven accounts too

Pokémon teams: (some characters share Pokémon)

✨ = shiny

Hop

Doesn't have a full team because he isn't a trainer but his 3 main Pokémon are

Dubwool ♂️, elderly Pokémon he got from Leon as a birthday gift at 3, can use Electro Ball like a god

Azumarill ♀️, a chipper girl who saved his life

[✨] Saakash/Spoons (Alakazam) ♂️, reincarnated dead 7 year old boy with a major attitude problem, Hop's half brother (yeah.)

Tori

[✨] Kurama (Alolan Ninetales) ♂️

[✨] Toshiro (Glaceon) ♀️

[✨] Ryu (Kommo-o) ♂️

[✨] Ravenmore (Umbreon) ♀️

[✨] Saakash (Spoons) ♂️

[✨] Yukina (Froslass) ♀️

Janus

Cruinne (Cosmalenia) [Fakemon] ♀️

Supernova (Metagross) ♂️

[✨] Saakash (Alakazam) ♂️

[✨] Ravenmore (Umbreon) ♀️

[✨] Cosmo (Espeon) ♀️

Rukia (Clefable) ♀️

Marcello

Bucky (Crobat) ♂️

Doomshell (Cloyster) ♂️

Thunderstrike (Electrode) ♂️

Furyblade (Scizor) ♂️

Kickzilla (Hitmonlee) ♂️

Velvet Vogue (Lopunny) ♂️

Auryn

[✨] Goldbricker (Steelix) ♂️

Crypto (Gholdengo)

Ponzi (Corviknight) ♂️

[nickname incoming] (Alolan Raticate) ♂️

[nickname incoming] (Scrafty) ♂️

[nickname incoming] (Honchcrow) ♂️

Ryan

[✨] Kagome (Clefable) ♀️

Hawkeye (Decidueye) ♂️

Luffy (Infernape) ♂️

Aizen (Malamar) ♂️

[nickname incoming] (Weavile) ♂️

[✨] Kisuke (Mimikyu) ♂️

Rin

Sesshomaru (Houndoom) ♂️

[✨] Shippo (Ninetales) ♂️

Hashira (Blaziken) ♂️

[✨] Val (Delphox) ♀️

[half shiny] Usagi (Cinderace) ♀️

Helios (Volcarona) ♂️

Zabimaru

Hihiou (Vaporeon) ♀️

Nozarashi (Haxorus) ♀️

[✨] Hiei (Hydriegon) ♂️

Kommo-o ♂️

Harley (Garchomp) ♀️

[✨]Shenron (Dragonite) ♂️

Aoife

[✨] Kisuke (Mimikyu) ♂️

[✨] Seanchaí (Spiritomb) ♂️

Fomorian (Golurk)

Shadow (Hisuian Typhlosion) ♂️

Morrigan (Gengar) ♀️

Caelum (Cursola) ♀️

#pinned post #professor hop #rotomblr #rotumblr #pokeblr #pkmn irl #pkmn rp #pokemon irl #pokemon roleplay #pokeblogging #pokeblog rp #Pokemon Unown Legends Tale

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socially-awkward-skeleton · 1 year

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smut prompts: 143. “You like messing with my head, don’t you?” “Only because it clearly turns you on.” baptist and the blade

Can you believe it, I actually finished one of these smut prompts from forever ago ghgjfksdl

Anyway, here's some Kit and John being the weirdos they are

Can also be read on AO3

MINORS DNI - smut under the cut

His arms were numb, pins and needles prickling his skin. He assumed he must have slept in an awkward way, stress often resulted in him sleeping in odd positions. When he went to move, he was brought to his senses as his wrists shook above his head.

"What the f-"

"Hello, John."

There was that sultry tone he so craved to hear. Having to sleep alone in his king sized bed just wasn't the same, he'd much rather have her coiled up in the sheets with him. Pale blue eyes stared out from the dark corner of his bedroom. Moonlight reflected off the point of the blade in her hands as she spun it against the cedar dresser she leaned up against.

"Deputy!" He suddenly didn't feel so bad about his predicament, knowing she was the one to stick him in such a situation. Trying to sit up, he shook his wrists a little harder. "These aren't just for show, are they? These are the real thing!"

She stepped into the silver light coming in through the open window, and the long line of her legs came into view. Bare, pale and smooth, her tattoo and scars on show for him.

"Straight from my belt."

Her knife gleamed as she ran its tip against her thigh, pulling at the skin but not enough to break it, just to leave a trail behind from where it kissed her flesh.

"Are you going to punish me, Deputy?"

She scoffed, "It's hardly punishment if you're asking for it."

"Am I being rewarded then?" He asked, barely able to contain his amorous glee at the entire scenario that was being played out. Pushing himself back against his pillows, the blanket slipped down his abdomen, revealing his own scars and tattoos in an odd sort of mating dance as his Cheshire grin spread across his lips.

She stalked towards the bed, climbing on to the foot of it, hands and knees dragging slowly towards him. Bright eyes flashed at the sight of the gold cross dangling between her curtains of red hair. She rarely ever wore her hair down, he was more used to seeing that damn braid of hers. Climbing onto his lap, straddling her thighs on either side of him, his cock was already getting hard and pressing up against the toned muscles of her leg.

Wearing only one of his shirts, he swallowed at the swath of cleavage he was given to feast upon with his eyes, and that mark of WRATH he'd personally carved into her skin above it as she placed her hand upon his shoulder, leaning down her mouth grazing against his.

"Hope you don't mind me borrowing your clothes. I didn't have anything else to wear and I didn't want to dirty the sheets with all that blood."

He swallowed, adam's apple bobbing as the cold bite of her knife dragged along his chest. "Hebrews 13:16. And do not forget to do good and to share with others, for with such sacrifices God is pleased."

"God, I love it when you talk dirty to me, John." She husked.

He smirked up at her, his grin as slimy as his personality. "Why am I not surprised that the sinner decides to mock me?"

"Why do you keep letting me fuck you then? Hardly the act of a devout man."

"You do so enjoy playing with my head, don't you?"

"Only 'cause it clearly turns you on."

Her hand slipped from his shoulder and caressed the length of his abdomen before falling between his legs, running her fingers over his cock through the blanket, making him hiss.

"So sensitive," she teased.

"You've left me wanting for so long, Kathleen. You can hardly blame me."

"Suppose that's true. And since those hands of yours are out of commission, guess it's all up to me to solve the matter, hmm?" Bringing the knife to his shirt, she slowly popped buttons free and the material fell away from her, exposing her bare breasts.

They weren't the largest he'd seen, but what they lacked in size they more than made up for in how perky and firm they were. Her nipples were the same shade of strawberry pink as her lips, already getting hard the longer they were exposed to the cool air of the room.

He licked his lips, expecting to wrap his mouth around each bud, pulling each little desperate moan and whine from her as she pulled at his hair as she so often did.

"I know where you're looking, John. My eyes are up here."

His ocean eyes dragged up to look at her smirking face as she toyed with the cross pendant around her neck, dragging it back and forth along the chain.

"Say it, John. It's just one word."

"Please?"

Her teeth dragged over her lower lip, pulling the pump pout along with them. Strawberry pink shifted into cherry red as the flush that started in her chest rose up to her cheeks.

"Such a good boy."

He whined at the praise as her nails clawed along his chest, catching against the scar tissue and his nipples. Gently stroking back up to his neck, as she grabbed at the hair on the back of his head.

When his lips finally connected with her it was like being given a little taste of heaven, that small bit of honey that helped make the rest of the tedium of the Reaping go down easier. Pulling and sucking on her nipple, teeth dragging over it as it became stiff against his tongue lashing against it. His eyes shone up at her, as he watched her eyes close and her breath begin to pant. Her hips starting their slow grind against him, grinding into him, using the folds of his blanket for the extra friction. All the while tugging on his hair, her nails digging into his scalp.

God, how he wished his hands were free to roam against her now, to feel every shift of the muscle below her skin, to grab at her other breast and show it the appreciation it deserved. To bless her entire being with his touch, but instead, he was forced to make use of the meager scraps he'd been given.

So lost in his own contemplation, he hadn't noticed the blanket had slipped down his hips, and she was now grinding against him, it was only once her slick began to drip down him that he took notice. His eyes falling to between his legs as the auburn hair of her cunt met with the black hair that tufted around the base of his cock. Her mound slid against the length of him, veins rubbing against her clit as she dragged it against him with long, slow strokes.

His eyes rolled back into his head just at the feeling of the wet caress of her cunt against him. Mouth slipping free from her with one last stroke of his tongue against her breast.

"Please?"

Looking up at her with the biggest eyes he could muster, desperate and pleading, bright blue darkened by his blown out pupils.

"You want me to fuck you, John?"

"Yes," he hissed.

Grabbing the base of his cock, she stroked her hand up against it, squeezing against it as she brought her fist up to the head, his pre-cum already dribbling from the tip. Leaning over, she spat down onto it, despite the fact that it was already glistening with her own arousal, rubbing her saliva up and down his shaft, coating him in her.

A gasp escaped him, as she stroked him, staring into his eyes like she wanted to fucking eat him.

"Please?"

"So impatient."

He dug at the metal that connected him to the headboard, hands slipping with sweat, he could barely get a grip. Tossing his head back against the wood, his hips thrusting up towards her hand, fucking into it deeper, chasing his release.

She tutted her tongue at his vulgar display. "John, please, you're embarrassing yourself. You're the Herald, you have an image to protect."

"Fuck you!" He snapped.

Her cruel laugh only made him more desperate for the torture to end. He was doing what she wanted, did as she asked, he was willing to beg for his release.

"Say it again."

His eyes narrowed, his mouth pulled into a straight line. "Please?" The word pulled from him begrudgingly.

"Just remember, you're the one who keeps asking me to come back. You got yourself stuck in this mess. You've only got yourself to blame, Baptist."

"Harlot."

She lifted her hips, and the sheen of her was spread along her inner thighs. Sliding the head of his cock against her soaking wet pussy, pushing it up inside of her as she slowly sunk down onto it, letting him fill her.

A low, guttural moan fell out of his mouth, as he could feel her clench around his length.

"Fuck." The word dragged from him slowly as he bit down on his lip, wishing he had a fist free to use instead. "Use me."

"Love to."

Her pelvis moved in circles, as she rode him, stroking his cock with the wet lips of her cunt. She knew exactly how to move her body to pull his seed from him, all while using him to get herself off, having him rub against that magical point inside of her that brought her to heaven right along with him.

He clawed at the chains of the cuffs, thrusting his hips up into her, driving himself mad as he panted heavily, desperate for more of her, all of her.

“Yes. Yes. Yes.”

He chanted it again and again as he was brought closer and closer to his climax. His head lolled back against the pillows and his eyes closed as an extended moan leaked from his mouth.

Fingers wrapped around his throat, her nails dragged down his chest over his scar. “I wanna make you scream.”

“Oh my God. Yes!” He fought to get the words out as his cock twitched inside of her. His muscles all flexing at once as he pushed himself deeper inside her velvet walls, rocking in and out of her, not letting himself slip free.

Driving her hips down onto him, she flipped her head back letting her flowing mane of red hair spill down her back, beads of sweat dripping down her chest and abdomen. Her muscles rippled under the skin, her scars and tattoos flexing right along with them.

She was a succubus straddled atop him but he didn't have the power or the restraint to tell her no. With each shuddering breath a high pitched moan squeaked from him, he was getting so close now.

His brow furrowed, his mouth falling agape as he squeezed his eyes shut. "Oh Yes! Deputy, yes!"

But before he could release, he felt the bite of the cold night air on his still twitching cock. He peaked with one eye, and she smirked down at him, looking all too pleased with herself.

"Can't have you getting off before I do, John. That's not how you treat a guest. Bad manners."

He threw his head back against the pillows and let out a frustrated groan. "Dammit, Dep –"

But before he could get another word out the slick lips of her cunt were pressed to his mouth. Now this was a treat he had yet to receive from her, and he was all too happy with his gift, making sure he showed her his appreciation.

His tongue lapped at every glistening morsel of pink flesh it could reach, licking long stripes up and down her, using her moans as a guide. Finally wrapping his mouth around her clit, her fiery red pubic hair scratching against his nose, her scent filling his nostrils.

There was nothing attending to his needs, not even her hand, but that didn't stop him from thrusting at the air around him as he closed his eyes and ate her out, moaning against her.

Big blue doe eyes stared up from between her thighs, checking to make sure she appreciated his efforts, and he was well rewarded with her fingers dragging through his hair, ruffling up his moussed locks, followed by a long drawn out moan that was music to his ears.

"Yes, John! Yes!"

#far cry 5 #fan fiction #smut prompt #john seed #john seed x female deputy #oc: kit cross #ship: the baptist and the blade

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doxolove · 5 months

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I guess I do one of these every year on Tumblr since it's okay to yap behind a read more, but here's a review of my 2023. (tw: mental health, death mention)

I honestly don't know where this year went. I spent a good portion of it in crippling mental pain which was a wakeup call in a lot of ways. I went to therapy, I was serious about a self-help journey and freed myself from a tremendous amount of negativity. I learned to put value into my own needs, which has been a new concept as a whole. Codependency was ruining my life and it fucked up it's good share of connections along the way– I was finally sick of it.

I lost a lot of connections and people in my life, circumstantial or not. My grandmother also passed away and it brought in a whole new avenue to grieve. It's never been easy to say goodbye to people, I've let too many in the past long live their stay. I let people I was convinced cared for me unconditionally walk all over me on purpose. I gave too much of myself willingly to any and everyone I have met–

And now I'm finally feeling those repercussions. I'm mentally checked out more than ever, I can't focus on one thing for too long. I had to stop taking artwork commissions, I'm deeply struggling with my craft. I am incapable of letting someone in too close or even give them the appropriate energy, I'm overwhelmed with a lingering trauma I wish would go away already.

Even through all of that, I'm allowing myself to feel disappointed in others. The lack of communication is astounding me, how anyone would just let a decade+ friendship end because they couldn't conjure the strength to talk to me– or outside input influenced them, I just don't know. I'm disappointed in the people I had what seemed like healthy and chill relationships with just die because there was no urge to communicate (or again, most likely influenced)... It's just really upsetting. I don't know what made someone that assured me they had no issues with me start being a toxic asshole any time I was matched against them in pvp? It's all baffling. I wish it was easier to just ask what went wrong -- but I know sometimes it's nothing particularly logical. It just happens.

They all still haunt me, but I have learned most people don't actually want lasting or meaningful relationships and it was hard to come to terms with that. My science and fact-driven mind always wants to know why– but sometimes (most of the time) I'll never get to know that answer.

I still feel really broken, I'm not going to lie. I don't know how long I'm going to feel like this– but I've gained a newer appreciation for the people that are still in my life and understand that my social battery has deteriorated. I'm still learning how much energy to give to new people, but I am tired of being afraid to be social. The right ones are out there and it's not fair I rob myself of the chance of meeting more.

In summary, be kind to yourself going into 2024. You can try as many times as you need to, just go at your own pace. Surround yourself with individuals who reciprocate, communicate often. Not everything works out, and that's fine. I can only hope this next fever dream of a year will be a little better.

#2023 review #tw: mental health #tw: death mention #we try again next year

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t4tower-of-t4terror · 1 year

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ok guess my last req didnt go through so uhhh TAKE TWO. cater vil idia polycule and put the reader RIGHT in the middle :) i am gay

Cater, Vil, Idia, and reader t4t polycule hcs

Ok so OP wanted a t4t4t4t relationship with transmasc he/she Idia, transmasc they/them Cater, and transfem she/her Vil with a transmasc reader! I love putting my username to good use!

So in all honesty I cannot imagine how these three would get together on their own (as much as I love that specific poly ship), so I'd imagine you are the cause of the relationship

But the best part is what it evolves into

They're all so supportive of each other and of you

Idia and Cater will binge-watch all of Vil's movies with you, commenting on your favorites and the large variety of movies where she carried the production

You, Cater, and Vil will play Idia's favorite games so you'll be able to see how she lights up when you talk about his favorite games

And You, Vil, and Idia often pop up on Cater's Magicam. You're all on their close friends story, where they find themself posting about you almost constantly

You all seriously help to make each other better. Vil and Cater help Idia get out of the house. Idia was initially terrified by how popular and upbeat Cater and Vil consistently were. But they know all of the off-the-beaten-path spots that you can all bring Idia to on dates.

You and Idia and Cater love having nights in with Vil, allowing her to let her hair down and truly be herself without the public eye watching, just her loving partners

And you all encourage Cater to drop their mask of bubbly happiness. They feel so deeply grateful to love you and be truly loved by you, even when they aren't upholding their bubbly facade.

You are so supported in anything you do. Do you draw? Cater is reposting your artwork to all of their Magicam fans. Vil will give a few pointers, but overall she adores everything you make. Idia is probably anonymously commissioning you as well.

Do you play sports? They're all cheering for you at every game. Do you write? They share your artwork as much as possible.

Vil shows her support with her comments. To some they come off as criticisms, but she makes sure to be even more gentle with the three of you, especially after her overblot.

In front of and behind closed doors, they're all so loving and supportive

Especially when it comes to dysphoria.

Vil often makes sure to remind you all to take longer breaks from binding, if you bind

There is nothing more calming and helpful than knowing that, in your most personal moment, you will be seen as who you truly are

She is so supportive of your transition, just as you support hers

You can see the unabashedly genuine smile when you tell her how beautiful she is

You can see the flush run up to Idia's hair when you tell her that he looks impossibly handsome

When you kiss Vil and tell her how beautiful she is, she knows you're talking about her, not whoever she used to be and not the image of perfection that she constantly attempts to uphold

You all understand each other, the best possible way to love

Even when Cater drops the mask of upbeat cuteness brought onto them by their family, you curl up next to them and make sure they know that you love them for them

Even when Idia can't get out of bed, you help make sure he takes care of himself. You tell her that her past doesn't define who he is. You make sure Idia knows that he has a place in this world and people who care about her.

And when you're at your worst, they all find themselves right next to you. When you can't look at yourself in the mirror, Vil and Cater dress you up until you look exactly like how you look in your mind. They make sure you know that this is for you, that they will love you no matter what. That they see you as you no matter what.

When you can't get out of bed, Idia is right next to you until you can get up together.

They're all supportive and kind. You bring each other happiness. You bring out the best in each other. You love the parts of each other that no one else knows about.

You plan to spend your fourth years together as well. You look forward to a future with this perfect group of people who you've grown to love

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jemgirl86 · 2 years

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f, g, and h pls!

Thanks for the ask 🤗

I just did G and H on another ask, so I’ll just do F here…

F: Share a snippet from one of your favourite dialogue scenes you've written and explain why you're proud of it.

Okay, here’s a scene from Things Were Lookin’ Grim, But They’re Lookin’ Good Again:

“I brought you something,” he blurted out.

And if Sam looked put out before, now he simply appeared… confused?

“What?” He said, and Bucky wasn’t embarrassed to admit that facing a perplexed Sam instead of a pissy Sam, gave him just enough of a boost to keep going.

“I brought you a present, or rather, a peace offering,” he continued. “I… I really don’t like how we left things, Sam.”

Understatement of the year.

“I know you’re angry with me, and I just want to make things right between us. I want you to know how sorry I am, for my attitude about the shield - for my attitude about everything. I didn’t understand then,” he went on, somewhat awkwardly.

Sam’s gaze was narrowing more with each passing second, but Bucky was determined to get this out.

“I didn’t understand how that shield, how the title of Captain America, could mean so many different things to so many different people, and—

“How?” Sam snapped, and Bucky blinked back at him, clearly thrown off by the interruption.

“How… what?”

“How couldn’t you have known that, when you knew about Isaiah, man?” Sam hissed. “Maybe you didn’t know he was jailed and tortured and experimented on, but you sure as hell knew there was a Black super soldier who saved countless lives, who put your cyborg ass outta commission, and you knew nobody talked about him. You knew there weren’t any parades or news appearances or Smithsonian exhibits dedicated to him, even though he deserved as much praise as Steve and way more praise than Walker’s crazy ass, and yet you still couldn’t figure out why I might have been hesitant to take up the Captain America mantle? So, yeah, you’re right, I am angry with you, and, more than anything else, I’m disappointed in you.”

Bucky blanched. He had been ashamed before, but now he felt about as small as a person could.

“Sam—

“No,” Sam cut him off, “let me finish. I get it okay? I get that you’re a man out of time,” he continued, voice growing softer. “I don’t expect you to know all the ins and outs of systemic racism, but I thought you might be able to put some of it together. And I certainly thought that even if you didn’t know the details about why I donated the shield, that you would still at least have my back. Instead, I had to fight the Smashers, fight Walker, and then argue with you constantly.” He scoffed and shook his head.

“Not even argue, just be on the receiving end of your perpetual running commentary about how wrong I was to donate the shield,” Sam practically hissed, before pausing and pursing his lips. It was obvious he was trying to calm himself.

“Listen, man. I appreciate you coming all the way down here,” he lied, more than ready to be done with this. “But I’m gonna have to say, thanks but no thanks,” he added, and then turned to go back in the house, but Bucky grabbed his arm.

Lmao, I know this is technically longer than a snippet but I had to share the whole bit. This was so therapeutic for me to write. I mean, we all know I had my issues with the show (understatement of the year), and I wrote this while it was still airing because I just needed to see Bucky apologize for real, even if it was only in a fic. Anyway, in short, I guess I’m proud of it because Sam got to tell Bucky about himself lolnolol.

#ask game #sambucky #sam wilson

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anxiouswormonastring · 2 years

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CHAPTER SEVEN:

“Tone-Deaf Bard? What are you doing here?”

YOUR POV

Tilting your head you spoke up. “You’re a lot calmer than I thought you’d be. When Paimon found out, she pretty much lost her mind,” you said, earning a scoff from Paimon.

Paying her no mind, you adjusted yourself to sit cross-legged on the ground. “But I can’t say that I’m not curious about something stranger than I am…” your voice trailed off, prompting Aether to speak.

“Well…”

You listened intently as he recalled his previous adventure in what you learned was the land of Mondstadt.

“And after all of that, we tried taking up some commissions so that we could sort of wind down from all that happened,” he brought a hand to the back of his neck, “but I guess that didn’t work out as well as we thought.”

“Uh…Y/N? Are you okay?” The sound of Paimon’s voice caused you to focus back on them. “You look a little upset,” she pointed, floating closer to place a hand on your shoulder.

You simply waved her off, “I’m fine…so you…met the Anemo Archon,” there was a pause, “did he mention anything about…something happening five hundred years ago?”

Aether and Paimon looked at each other then back to you.

“He did mention something about a catastrophe,” Paimon said, recalling the former Archon’s words.

“Do you know something about it?” Aether leaned forward, causing you to sigh.

“It seems we are both looking for answers about the past, huh?” You steeled your nerves and decided to share what you knew.

After you finished explaining, you leaned back on your hands and lolled your head backwards. “So, does this take the top spot for the strangest thing you’ve heard,” you asked, a dry laugh escaping your mouth.

Paimon was the one to break the silence, “well…at least you and Aether can be memory loss buddies now,” she said, only to be shushed by Aether

“We can take you to him if you want,” he offered.

You looked at him then pointed to the wall where your map was drawn. “You see that? It’s a map of this place. A map of places I can go. Apparently there’s a barrier, a barrier made specifically to keep me in,” you said.

“Maybe we can help you deactivate it,” Aether suggested.

“Yeah, if we could help Dvalin, we can definitely help you,” Paimon added, floating in a loop excitedly.

As happy as you were to have someone offer this chance, you shook your head. “I’ve seen all there is to see in these mountains, I don’t think there’s any device connected to the barrier.”

The two of them visibly deflated. It was honestly kind of endearing how they were so determined to help. But you knew it was impossible so long as they were stuck with you.

Pushing yourself back up, you stretched and gave them a smile. “I appreciate your concern but you two should get going. I was only able to treat your pain so it would be best if you found someone who knows what they’re doing,” handing Aether his top, you watched him put it back on.

“I’ll help you down the mountain but I can’t go any further,” you pulled one of the cloths from the nest and draped it over his shoulders and made your way to the entrance.

Feeling your body shift and change, you laughed inwardly as you heard Aether exclaim. Turning back to him, you crouched down and motioned for him to climb on.

You felt him grip onto your fur and an additional weight plop onto your back.

“Onwards, Furball,” Paimon called out, gripping onto your fur as well.

Just to scare her a bit, you took off quicker than the two expected, letting out a chuckle as they yelped.

AETHER’S POV

The ride down the mountain was a little jarring. Aether wasn’t used to riding anything and it seemed Y/N wasn’t used to carrying anything. But luckily all three made it down safely.

“I think we should be okay here,” he said, patting the side of Y/N’s neck, earning a growl-like noise from them.

They slowed to a trot before stopping completely, crouching down to let Aether and Paimon down (mainly Aether since Paimon can just float off). When the pair hopped off, Y/N stood back up and lowered their head, gently blowing warm air onto them.

Aether’s body began to heat up and suddenly the cold didn’t seem to bother him. He gave a thankful nod, debating on stroking their fur as a ‘goodbye.’

Paimon on the other hand, was eager to scratch behind their ears, “We’ll come and visit, okay?”

Y/N flinched back a little but relaxed into Paimon’s touch, a deep purr rumbling from their throat. They finally pulled away and nudged the pair towards the path, telling them to be on their way.

Aether smiled and tugged Paimon along, waving goodbye to their new friend as they quickly disappeared deeper into the snowy mountains.

“Do you think Y/N is gonna stop stealing food now,” Paimon blurted.

Aether paused and facepalmed, “I knew we were forgetting something,” he groaned as Paimon laughed.

In the midst of their friendly banter, a familiar voice called out to them.

“Aether, Paimon!”

The pair turned and Paimon called back, “Tone-Deaf Bard? What are you doing here?”

#genshin fanfic #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #x reader #genshin aether #genshin paimon

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deathsmallcaps · 2 years

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My 40th Win A Commission (was The Whale Rider! If you’re curious about the story and would like to see the rest of drawings, please

There once lived in Hawaiki a chief called Uenuku, who had seventy-one sons. Seventy of these sons were possible chiefs one day, for their mothers were of noble birth. But Uenuku had one wife who was a slave, and because of this, her son Ruatapu was of no importance.

One day Uenuku decided to build a great canoe. A tall tree was felled, and for a long time his men worked at hollowing and smoothing and carving it. When it was finished it was painted red and hung with strings of feathers.

Then Uenuku brought together all his sons, so that their hair might be combed and oiled and tied into top-knots. This was so that they would look well when they sailed for the first time in the great canoe. Uenuku himself combed and oiled and tied their hair, for this was tapu, a sacred thing.

When all but Ruatapu were ready, Ruatapu said to his father, “Are you not going to comb my hair as well?”

But his father said, “Why would I bother to find a comb for your hair? These combs are sacred. They cannot be used on the hair of people of no importance.”

Then Ruatapu said, “But indeed, I thought I was your son.”

His father said to him, “Yes, you are my son. But your mother is only a slave woman, so you are not a chief like your brothers. I cannot comb your hair.”

Then Ruatapu was very ashamed, and ran away and planned to revenge himself. He ate no food that night, but went down to the canoe and cut a hole in its bottom. Then he filled the hole in again with chips of wood, and hid the bailer.

In the morning all the noble sons of Uenuku launched the canoe for the first time, and Ruatapu went with them. The canoe was a beautiful sight, with its feathers and tall carvings, and it went very fast over the waves. They paddled a long way out to sea, and Ruatapu kept his heel over the hole so it would not be seen. When they were out of sight of land, Ruatapu pushed away the chips from the hole and water rushed into the canoe.

“Where is the bailer?” his brothers shouted.

“Quickly, bail out the water, or we are lost!”

But Ruatapu had hidden the bailer, and the canoe filled with water and sank. Then Ruatapu had his revenge, for all his noble brothers were drowned, excepting one. Ruatapu swam after his last brother, whose name was Paikea, but he could not catch him, for he was a strong swimmer and could tread water for hours. Then Ruatapu said to Paikea, “Which of us will carry back this news to land?”, pretending to be innocent as he clung to a piece of driftwood.

“It is I who will do so,” Paikea said. “I will not drown. I am descended from Tangaroa, the god of the sea, and he will help me.”

Tangaroa heard Paikea, and sent a whale to take him to land. So Paikea escaped from Ruatapu on the back of the whale.

Then Ruatapu recited a magic incantation, and sent five great waves rolling across the ocean after Paikea. But Paikea was too far away, and he came to land just before the waves reached him. The waves hit the shore and bounced off again, and went back across the ocean. They rushed over Ruatapu, who was still in the sea, and Ruatapu was drowned by his magic.

But Paikea was safe. It was the East Coast of the North Island to which the whale had brought him, and his children's children live there still. The whale became an island, and you can see it there today.

The Whale Rider Explanation

I’ve loved this story since I was a little girl, although I didn’t know it. When I was one, a movie called ‘Whale Rider’ came out. Though they share names, they weren’t carbon copies. Rather, a real life modern Māori (Indigenous people of Aotearoa, aka New Zealand) girl, descendant of Paikea, struggles to become the heir to the chief, who is her grandfather. While it isn’t a perfect movie (misogyny isn’t as ingrained in traditional Māori society as the film made it seem) it's still an interesting look into the culture and mythos, and inspired by interest in the legend of Paikea. It also has a phenomenal soundtrack - I didn’t gain an interest in listening to instrumental music until I was an adult, but that doesn’t mean you don’t!

Regarding the ideas behind this story, it really makes you think; at what point does your righteous anger* become terrible revenge? Ruatapu killed his brothers, and for what? Even if Paikea had died, and Ruatapu made it to land, the system that allowed his mistreatment would still be in place. We cannot know his intentions once made leader; he is not said to hate the hierarchy but instead hated how it worked to his personal detriment. So was Paikea right to leave his brother to die? Could he have changed? We won’t know.

*It WAS reasonable for Ruatapu to resent how he and his mother were treated.

As for the art: First, of course, is the title. The Māori language (aka ‘te reo’, the language, or ‘te reo Māori’, the language of the Māori) has developed a very interesting writing system as of late. While they still use the Latin writing system quite a bit, I am excited to see these symbols flourish! Basically, each syllable starts out as a stick, and then depending on the order and types of letters/sounds, ‘curls’ are added to each stick.

Second, Ruatapu in the boat with the other brothers. I tried to keep clothing, boat and paddle carvings as accurate as possible. The belt on the brother falling out was not based on anything, but the other belts in the other drawings have meanings behind the patterns. Besides that, there are two things to note: hair and a lack of tattoos.

In Māori culture, hair is sacred, and only those with high status can do their hair. Often, leaders didn’t have fancy hairdos because they had to do their hair themselves; I made Paikea an exception because he’s sort of supposed to be perfect. Thus, he’s good at hair, and also has several feathers (status symbols) stuck into his hair buns. Ruatapu doesn’t have a fancy hairdo because I figured the only one who’d want to touch his hair is his mom, but since she was of lower status, it was more likely he’d do it himself.

Tattoos, or Tā Moko, are sacred and highly personal. Just like Maui’s tattoos from Moana, they tell a story, but less so of an individual and more of someone’s lineage. As such, each design is individual, and different body parts with tattoos can be affected by both tribe and gender. While the individuals in this story are old enough to start the Tā Moko process, I didn’t draw their tattoos. Frankly, it would be rude, as my creations would be a simplistic copy of a beautifully detailed art form. So, I left them out. Feel free to add your own tattoos though! I’d be interested in seeing what your version of cool tattoos would look like.

Third, Ruatapu and Paikea facing off. Ruatapu is shown to be clinging to that driftwood, as he doesn't have a strong connection to the ocean, and as such isn’t a strong swimmer. *Paikea, meanwhile, clearly can swim well, and even holds a ‘mere pounamu’ (club of jade) aloft! Paikea knows something is fishy. In any case, the Kowhaiwhai patterns on their belts also reveal a little about the men. Ruatapu has the Ngaru pattern, which represents the waves that a waka (canoe) cuts through. Paikea has the Mangōpare pattern, which represents the hammerhead shark, an animal known for strength, courage and power.

* I also gave him a beard to show that he was older.

For the last picture, I just tried to draw a cool scenery shot. I wish I could’ve featured the whale more, but frankly such a big, round animal is hard to hold onto, and I doubt even Paikea could’ve held onto one who was jumping out of the water. But at least you can see the North Island in the distance!

Let me know if you’re interested in checking out the movie, I’d be happy to show you.

Also below is a portrait i drew while trying to figure out how I wanted Paikea to look

#win a commission #wac #Paikea #Māori tradition #southern right whale #the whale rider #whale rider

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valsedelesruines · 10 months

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Yesterday I got into my Uber and the driver told me he was an angel sent down from heaven and it was my lucky day as I was going to receive his blessing. He told me as soon as I sat in the car, he knew everything about me. So, to humour him I said “spill it”. And he told me, “you’ve put all of your eggs in one basket when it comes to love. You give and you give to a person who continues to let you suffer by giving nothing in return.” I somewhat chuckled when he said that and said, “well, shit that sure doesn’t sound like me”. He told me later I was hard to read when I somewhat deflected the conversation and got him to open up about his life.

I’ve always felt like I give off a different impression than how I feel inside to strangers. When I worked at the jeweler store, it was not difficult for me to make the highest commissions. Once a man walked up to me at the counter and asked for a 3k necklace. I boxed it up for him and when my boss asked me what technique I used, I just said I was open about the price, the cheaper options, and what the occasion was. A few nights when I worked at the restaurant, my boss did not believe me when I counted out my tips at the end of my shift. He said that some of my amounts were impossible. The other night after a long conversation for the entire flight to Peoria, my seat-mate found me outside the airport waiting for my taxi and asked if I would come around for dinner sometime as he wanted me to meet his fiancé because she would love to meet me. All great indications that my first impressions are ok, but the root of it all is just the fact that often I am more interested in knowing about the lives of strangers than I am with them knowing about me. It’s maybe enough to share a smile and a travel anecdote. I guess when you know yourself quite thoroughly, there’s little incentive to let others know the details too.

The last two weeks have brought me back into that cyclical rut I experience every now and then. It’s those long drives on I-90 that give me too much time to think. Thoughts of various things I’ve blocked out and come to light again. Perhaps it is in my Russian heritage to appreciate this occasional suffering and embrace it as an elevated form of art. Is it not my mantra lifted from Zorba that, “life is trouble, only death is not”? One lovely thing about you is that you can always sense that deeper core of depression when it washes over, even if surficially I am relatively happy. It’s nice to have you around because often the only remedy is to lie close to you and just share little words. I don’t need extra prodding to be known truly and solely by you. I could be a friendly hermit for the rest of my life if I could be in solitude with you.

#mine #thoughts

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dms-saggicorn · 2 years

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Not an ask but let me tell you that I feel the jealousy with my f/o. I love them so much, but then I see other people shipping with them in different ways and I think to myself, "wow, my f/o definitely would leave me instantly for any one of their s/o in a heartbeat."

And unfortunately, I get these negative thoughts a lot, almost to the point of wanting to leave the fandom/community. Self-shipping should be fun, but sometimes, it's not the greatest.

Yeah I get cha I feel the same sometimes...it's real odd to feel this way I think... maybe not since it is natural to feel attached to someone especially after long time of getting to know them. Creating bonds with them and others around them...So naturally and understandably you could feel jealous when that one special person is with someone else...But we need to stop, really think of the scenario we're really in. It's of one our own design and isn't real or moreover the character isn't...no matter how much we might want them to be...We gotta stop and remind ourselves that this stuff isn't real, these characters are just that characters. They are not real and in many MANY cases it's best that they aren't real. Especially with characters like YB, Jack, Doe, Alan, Pedro etc. Think about it, if any of one them were real we'd be in TERRIBLE danger not to mention the people around us. Make no mistake they'd hurt us whether emotionally mentally or arguably worse, physically...hell some of us might not even survive if these people were real...The dangers might not end with them either....I think it's fine to indulge into the "what if" and create scenarios that support it through art writing cosplay or just a simple day dream or 2 etc. but we should always remember and remind ourselves that this is all fictional and try our best not to get too lost into this fantasy that was given to us and we created.

This world, the REAL world is so full of SO many people that are ready and willing to provide love REAL love; we just gotta be ready and willing for them. Doesn't have to be romantic it doesn't even need to be face to face, hell it could just be our own selves (and should be at least at 1st before ever delving into a committed relationship to an extent and in certain situations ie romantic kinds), All and all it's just gotta be genuine, healthy, and real.

I hope this made sense, and I REALLY hope this doesn't make anyone upset. Shipping, f/o (which I never knew was a thing until reading this), relationships overall can be very touchy and personal for folks, especially in regards to comfort characters but maybe I'm just making assumptions now. Either way I hope this offers up some clarity and ease? Discomfort is never my intention, I just want to have a good time, send good vibes, Do some fan shenanigans,make and share art, make a dollar or two if I ever get my Kofi to work (to the Anony that asked about commissions that's why I haven't answered yet, please don't worry or be too upset that i didn't answer your question yet!) and I guess give advice??? Advice mind you no one has to take. I just wanted to put in my 2 cents and food for thought since ya know it was brought up in this ask. Fandom should be fun and safe after all, I would hate to damage that for anyone...If I have I am very sorry and i hope you can find something that lifts your spirits :(

But enough rambling; gosh this was a long one. Take care and be good Anony 💜

#dms speaks #dms shares #dms feels uneasy #take care Anony #have fun #dms answers!

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anime-rambles · 3 years

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“Welcome Home Omega”

Pairing: Alpha Bakugou x Alpha Kirishima x Omega Reader

Type: ABO Dynamic, SFW

Word Count: 2700+

A/N: I’m new to all this, but I dreamt about this the other night and really wanted to share this with everyone. I have a tone more to write, so please follow along and any feedback would be hugely appreciated. Thank you so much.

Summary: Omega y/n returns home to her pack after so many years aboard being a successful hero, now they fear begin rejecting by her pack and more importantly her alpha’s.

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“Everyone please welcome to the stage, the one you’ve all be waiting for, Pro-Hero Shadow…” a loud voice spoke into the microphone as I waited backstage. Once my name was called, I left the spoke I was hiding in and joined them. The crowd was screaming and shouting, holding banners of my name and posters with my face. This was something I didn’t expect to happen when I returned home to Japan from my many years abroad. I smiled towards the women on stage, already determining her as a beta.

“Welcome Shadow, to your first ever hero-con” She spoke to me looking in my direction. I brought my mic to my face,

“It’s so good to be here, look at all these people wow.” I smiled towards the crowd. The cheering began again.

“So shadow, how are you feeling being back in Japan and being high on the hero board, especially as an omega…” she continued on looking at me, this was something I was used to.

“It feels so good being back, I left Japan 6 years ago after I graduated with my friends/pack members from UA, which many of you know...” I waited for the screaming to stop before I continued. “I was faced with two choice really, be a omega hero that would only get 2 years in hero work before being forced to stop by the hero commission or I could leave my pack and go to America and have a really good hero career helping other omegas reach their potential and then come back home, I think you can guess what I chose” I said, and turned to the interviewer waiting for her reply.

Being an omega in Japan and America is very different from each other, especially in hero work. In Japan, you get an unspoken max of 2-year work and then often omegas go to desk jobs in hero agencies. In America, you can be a hero no matter your 2nd gender but the chance of being taken seriously as an omega is very slim and was something I worked hard at. During my time in America, I created an omega hero agency and left it all to the very capable hands of my sidekick, frostbite. It was my time to come home, I need my family back.

“So, tell me, does you pack know your back?” She asked with smile in her eyes.

“I mean, yes and no. Our pack is a big one and it was created when we were back in school. The time that I left, I had an agreement with the unmarked alphas that I would not contact them at all, but to know I was safe, I was only allowed contact with the omegas. So, they know” I replied, laughing slightly back.

“So, a lot of alphas in your pack, how does that work?” she pushed for an answer.

“I can’t really say, our pack dynamic is private, so I won’t tell you who or what position everyone is but, we have a main alpha who us our leader, they have a second and then we have one alpha that doesn’t really care and then one alpha who gave up their position years ago.” I replied smiling hoping she would not ask any more questions about the pack.

“That’s fine, tell me about your work as a hero omega and how difficult is” She asked again. This is something I could talk about openly. I took a deep breath and began to speak about the importance of separating your 2nd gender, from your workplace, and they it does not define you. Yes, you can still have a timid nature but do not let it halt your growth as a strong independent person. That if you want to be head of heart surgery you do it and tell those Alphas/ beats to shove it, its your time to shine. I continued until I felt the interviewer wanting to ask another question.

“Although I’m strong, I would not have gotten to where I am today without my pack, in public they treat me like a hero, not an omega. I mean it didn’t take long to do bu…” I went to say but was cut off.

“What do you mean, didn’t take long?” she interrupted. I hesitated for a bit, and then looked out into the crowd.

“Okay, I really should not be saying this, but he won’t mind. Okay so when our pack was created, I was never allowed to do anything, and it really annoyed me. So, when our first Alpha was being chosen, I kind of challenged Pro-Hero Dynamite…. And won.” I replied looking out into the crowd and everyone started cheering.

“Since then, I was treated like a person, not an omega. Well not in public, in private we still use the proper greetings.” I smiled and turned to the interviewer again.

“Wow, you are amazing. We all know your now number 5 on the hero board, can you remind everyone your quirk again.” She asked gesturing to my hands. I look down and noticed the black sut coating my fingers. I nodded and began to explain. I can create my own smoke from my body and ignite it. From this smoke I can create solid weapon and if I have enough smoke in the area, I can tell a person’s movements. I do have a drawback; the smoke uses up the oxygen from my blood and can make me pass out or it stains my skin with black smoke.

The interview continues and eventually is opened to fan questions, near the end of the questions. I notice the back wall starting to fill up with tall dark figures, already guessing that my pack got word I am here. Excitement rises through me, and I find it hard to sit still.

“Well, I think the cats out of the bag your home, Shadow” the interviewers says to me gesturing to the back wall. Light shines to the back wall, standing there when their arms crossed is Pro-heroes Dynamite, Red Riot, Deku and Chargebolt who is waving crazy towards me. I laugh to myself, locking eyes with Bakugou lowering my head slightly.

“I guess so” I reply, and the cheering slowly dies down.

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While sitting at my signing booth, listening to some amazing stories from fans. I hear my name being called the curtain behind me. I have a break from the fans for a second and approach the curtain.

“Hello, little omega.” The voice says, as I instantly know its Bakugou. I smile to myself, wanting to rip the curtain away and wrap my arms around his neck.

“Hello Bakugou, don’t move the curtain, I can’t look at your right now” I say honestly.

“Okay, at least put your hand through the curtain, Kiri’s here to.” He replies nudging the curtain. I sigh, it’s been 6 years and I can barely hold myself together with he thought of being back with my family but being a hero right now is what I need to do.

“Okay, but only quickly I have to get back” I whisper, and slowly put my right-hand backwords them. Instantly I can feel like touching my hand and kissing it.

“Can’t smell you omega, how come?” Kirishima asks.

“Stupid American pheromone blockers, I’ll take them off later at home, promise.” I say and pull my hand back to finish quickly and get back to my family and quickly as I can. I can hear both alphas walk away, and I pull my hand to my chest.

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Hero-con is over, and I can finally come home. After we all graduated, everyone pulled their money together and we bought a huge house together which allowed all of us to live together as a pack. Before I left, I entered a relationship with Bakugou and Kirishima but now I do not know if they still want me in a dynamic with because they’ve been an Alpha/Alpha relationship for 6 years. I don’t’ even have a room anymore, Denki took it when I moved to America. There might be room, I think, Midoriya (A) and Todoroki (A/O) have a room, Sero (B) and Mina (B) have a room, Shinso (A), Jirou (B) and Denki (O) all have separate rooms even though they are together which leaves Bakugou (A) and Kirishima (A) who have the biggest room. I could always share with Denki until I find a new place, I say to myself as I knock on the front door.

I wait patiently, until the door is opened revealing a very excited Denki. Practically jumping on the spot.

“Y/N YOU’RE HOME.” He shouts while throwing himself into my arms. I hug back, I breath him in and tears start to fill my eyes.

“Oi sparky, you know the rules. She needs to follow the greetings as she’s been away for so long.” Says Bakugou with his arms crossed. I enter the house and look around seeing everyone in their groups. I cannot believe I am home.

I quickly great Mina and Sero first, presenting our pack mark and then onto hugs. Next, I go straight over to Shinso, presenting my neck to show I am not a threat to his omega or beta. Which he simply nods and as these dynamics, Shinso does not really care for. I great Jirou and then great Denki properly by touching our noses together. I approach Midoriya next as he used to be the main Alpha who brought us all together, I greeted him the same way as Shinso but instead Midoriya threw his arms around me puling me into a hug.

“Please never leave again, Bakugou’s been impossible” He whispers into my ear. I laugh looking over his shoulder to a very anger Bakugou. I turn to Todoroki who is half Omega/Alpha, I greet him the same way as Denki, I know he prefers that greeting than the alpha one. Its finally time to see if they still want me. Kirishima is practically beaming at Bakugou side. I approach with my head down; I can feel everyone’s eyes on me as I approach him. As he is lead Alpha, I must wait to see what he will do.

“Still can’t smell you omega.” Bakugou announces loudly.

“There’s a pheromone implant in my neck, Alpha, see you can feel it.” I reply, taking his hand to my neck. In American you are not allowed to use pheromones in public, so for hero work you must use an implant to block it. Bakugou feels my neck and I can tell he is not happy. He grabs me by my neck, slamming me on the wall behind him. Everyone runs forward but Kirishima stands forward stopping them. Telling them it must happen and that Bakugou won’t hurt me, much.

With his claw Bakugou cuts into my neck to pull the impact out, I do not make a sound and only look at him in the eye. It must be done, and I know he will not hurt me. Once the implant is out. Bakugou lends forward and breathes me in. He hesitates, and calls Kirishima over. Kirishima looks between the two of use and breaths me in.

“Oh, y/n, you should’ve come home sooner.” Kirishima says, pulling me towards him for a hug.

“Please, Bakugou, get rid of the rest they can’t see me like this.” I whisper.

“Oi, extra’s don’t you have a party tonight. Your hotels have your clothes, now get lost.” Bakugou calls out, looking at them all. No one moves.

“NOW!” Bakugou yells, using his alpha voice and everyone leaves.

As soon as the door closes, I start to cry. Six years of being all alone hit me at once, yes it was my plan to be a strong hero, its hard to do it without your pack or alphas.

“The first sign of your omega depression, you should’ve come home little one.” Kirishima says whispering into my hair.

“How could I, I would’ve let you all down and all other omega’s out there without a voice, so what I had to go through omega depression….. more than once.” I say back looking up into Kirishima’s eyes. Bakugou stands beside us, looking slightly smaller.

“Bakugou, go run a bath,” Kirishima calls out and Bakugou follows his orders.

“Wait, what’s going on. Bakugou what are you doing” I ask, looking confused. Bakugou leans over the stairs to look at me.

“Kirishima’s the Alpha now, we’ll the others haven’t picked up on it yet because we haven’t publicly fought, but he’s been the main Alpha for a while now, I can’t be number one all the time now can I.” Bakugou replies with a smile. I look to Kirishima who still holds me but is beaming with love as he watches Bakugou. I try to pull away from his arms. It is stupid why did I think this would work. They do not want me anymore, I just know. Kirishima noticed how I suddenly changed but decided not to say anything.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and smelling natural.” He says, picking me up with no issues. He climbs the stairs and I place my head into his scent gland in his neck. I notice that neither him nor Bakugou do not have a claiming mark yet. Once we reach the top of the stairs, I see my old bedroom door and ask Kirishima to put my down, he walks ahead to the double doors at the end of the hallway. Which is their room.

“I’ll only stay for tonight, and then I’ll find somewhere else to live, I don’t even have a room here anymore.” I say to Kirishima which makes him freeze.

“Silly omega, come here.” He replies, gesturing me to follow. I start to hear the water running in their private bathroom. Kirishima opens the door and lets me enter the room first.

The first thing I can smell is the strong smell of Alpha but slowly a familiar smell enters, I look around the room and see my stuff. Things that I had left behind, my paintings, photos of the three of use. The queen size bed with three sets of pillows, big enough for all of us. I look around and notice a curtained canopy hiding something. I look to Kirishima who leans on the door frame by the Bathroom and nods. I breath in again and noticed the familiar smell but I am not able to pinpoint it yet.

I pull back to curtain and freeze. “Is that m..” I say unable to finish as I look down, tears filling my eyes. Bakugou comes out of the bathroom and leans on the opposite side to Kirishima. I look at the two of them and then look down at my old nest, they kept it, they really kept it. I can’t speak, only cry. Bakugou comes over to me and hold me bringing me towards the bathroom. Kirishima entered first. He began to undress and tied back his long hair, He entered the bath first, as Bakugou began to undress me as my emotions were betraying me at his moment. There was nothing sexual about this moment, it was about Alpha’s taking care of their Omega. Bakugou lifted me and lowered me into the water to sit in Kirishima’s lap, he quickly undressed and joined us.

I started to calm down, feeling I could now speak. “So, you mean, you have forgotten me, and you still want to be with me.” I ask looking down at my hands. Kirishima wraps his arms around me more and places his head into my scent gland breathing me in, tickling me slightly.

“Of course, silly omega, we’ve wanted you since the day you knocked me on my ass.” Bakugou replied leaning in to kiss me.

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nightlychaotic · 2 years

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Nostalgia

nos·tal·gia

/näˈstaljə,nəˈstaljə/

noun

a sentimental longing or wistful affection for the past, typically for a period or place with happy personal associations.

—--------------------------------------------------------------

“I’m sorry! Do you need any help?”

Dick looked up at the woman staring down at him with worry.

“No. Not at all. I’m fine.”

“Are you sure I was in a rush and I plowed into you fairly hard-”

He laughed, pushing himself off the ground with a small smile. “I’ve had my fair share of falls worse than that. I am absolutely fine.”

She gave him a quick once over before shooting an apologetic smile.

“If you say so. I’m sorry for running into like that. Have a good day!” she told him starting to continue on her way.

“Wait!”

She stopped, turning back to look at him, tilting her head to the side slightly as she raised a brow.

“Can I get a name for the pretty woman who just ran into me?”

She blushed slightly before nodding. “Only if I can get the name of my handsome victim.”

“You drive a hard bargain. Deal.”

“Marinette.”

“Nice to meet you Marinette. I’m Dick.”

“Dick?” she asked, with a small laugh.

“Dick Grayson at your service.”

She smiled. “I hope I run into you again, Dick,” she said before disappearing into the crowd of people.

—-

“I’m sorry, do I know you?”

His heart stopped as he heard her voice directed at him. The small ache growing as he looked up at the woman he thought he’d never talk to again. ‘Yes. You did,’ he wanted to say. Dick swallowed as he shook his head. “No. Not at all.”

“Oh. I’m sorry. You just seemed… familiar…” she trailed off, staring at him before giving a small shake of her head. “Nevermind. I’m sorry for interrupting your meal. Have a good day,” she said, turning to leave.

“Wait! Marinette!”

She froze, turning to look at him, tilting her head slightly as she narrowed her eyes slightly. “How do you know my name?”

“It was a lucky guess?”

“No it wasn’t. You know me.”

He let out a breath. “I do.”

“You know me and I don’t know you. You know what happened to my memories don’t you? Why I don’t remember you? Why can’t I seem to remember anything significant about the past ten years? Why I don’t even remember moving to another country?”

“I don’t I’m sor-”

“Please. Please don’t lie to me. No one I remember will tell me the truth and I’m sick and tired of it. Alya, Luka, Adrien, Nino. They’ve all been so, so skittish around me like I might break if they say something. I just want to know what happened.”

“You were in a car accident, the amnesia was irreparable.”

“Then why did I wake up on a rooftop and not a hospital, hmm? Please. Gods, please just tell me.”

Dick let out a shaky breath before pushing his chair back and standing. “Okay. But it’d probably be best if we went back to my apartment. It might be a bit easier,” he said softly. She looked at him, before nodding.

“Only if I can get the name of the one person willing to give me answers.”

“You drive a hard bargain. Deal. I’m Dick.”

“Dick?” she asked, with a small laugh. His heart panged as her words brought back memories of their first meeting and subsequent run-ins.

“You had the same exact reaction when we first met.”

“Did I?”

He nodded, glancing away from her. She reached out slightly, before pulling her hand back, holding it close to her.

“Lead the way, Dick.”

—--------------------------------------------------------------

“Dick!” she squealed in surprise as he pulled her wheelie chair away from her desk and sewing machine.

“You, Mar, need a break.”

“I don’t have time for a break. I need to finish this commission by tomorrow if it’s going to get sent out in time.”

“A quick snack break. Don’t even need to leave the room. I brought Hot Cocoa and Cookies with me.”

“With whipped cream?”

“Of course!”

She let out an over the top sigh and leaned back, spinning in her chair. “Fineeeee. You win.”

He laughed as she stopped spinning before handing her a mug. The two of them clinked their mugs together before taking a sip.

Marinette laughed as she looked over at him.

“You have a little something on your nose.”

“Oh I do?”

“Mhmm.”

He swiped the whipped cream in his mug with his finger before reaching over and booping her nose with it.

“So do you.”

“Low blow.”

“Is it? I thought it was sweet like you.”

She blushed, pushing her chair over next to where he was sitting and pulling her phone out, nestling her head onto her shoulder. “Smile!”

He grinned as she snapped a selfie of the two of them, quickly turning to press a kiss to her cheek as she took a second picture.

She turned, catching him off guard as she gave him a quick kiss and swiping the whipped cream off of his nose, licking it off of her finger.

“Two can play that game, Love.”

He grinned, giving her a kiss on the nose.

“If you say so.”

—-

Dick unlocked the door to his apartment, letting Marinette in before closing and locking it, letting her look around, with a quick ‘make yourself at home.’

Marinette looked around, the feeling of being at home washing over her as she looked at the small apartment, frowning slightly at the picture frames that lay face down. She picked one up, blinking in surprise as she saw two photos side by side. One of her and Dick with whipped cream on their noses, the next with Dick pressing a kiss on her cheek as she blushed. She stared at the photo, her heart racing a little as she felt a faint blush come to her cheeks. She quickly put the frame back down as she saw Dick enter with a couple of mugs in his hands.

“I made Hot Cocoa,” Dick said, holding up the mugs, passing one off to her.

“With whipped cream on top. My favorite. Thank you.”

He nodded, taking a seat on the couch, she sat in the chair across from him, folding her legs up into the chair with her.

“I take it we were close?”

“We were.”

The two sat there drinking their hot chocolate for a while before Marinette spoke up.

“Can you tell me why I lost my memories? The true reason why?”

Dick looked at her before giving a small nod, hesitating as he tried to figure out the best way to say this.

“You…. were a hero and the protector of many powerful magical artifacts. You came here to hide but they found you and so you passed them off in secret. You gave up that role to protect them and a part of that process is relinquishing all your memories of them and a large portion of your time with them.”

She blinked. “I-”

“It’s a bit much to believe, I know.”

“No. No. I believe you. Just trying to wrap my head around it. I take it we were close enough for me to tell you that.”

He nodded, not trusting himself to say anything.

“How- how close were we?”

“I was going to ask you to marry me,” he said softly.

“Oh.”

He nodded, looking away from her, as he took a few shaky breaths.

She moved, sitting next to him, lightly resting a hand on his knee, and rested her head on his shoulder, rubbing her thumb back and forth.

“I know- I know this won’t be the same but…. I’d love to get to know you. Again. If you would be up for it,” she said softly.

“You don’t need to feel like you need to get back with someone you don’t know.”

“I’m not saying it just to say it. This feels right, It feels like home. Being with you feels right. It feels like I’ve found a missing piece. You don’t have to though, if you don’t want to. I completely understand if you never want to see me again.”

“I’ve missed you. So much, Mar. I don’t want to lose you. Not again.”

She gave a soft smile, as she brushed a tear off his face with her thumb.

“Then don’t. I want to get to know you again. And together we can figure out a way to recover my memories since I finally know the truth. How does that sound?”

“Like another unbelievable plan of yours.”

“Luck tends to be on my side though. This will work.”

“You have no idea how much that statement rings true.”

She gave a soft laugh, as she smiled at him. “If you say so.”

#Maribat #Dickinette #Dickinette February 2022 #No beta this is procrastination

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fabricated-misslieness · 3 years

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pairing: teppei x traveler gn reader

req: no but we all wanted it | wc: 766 | cw: angst, inazuma act 3 spoilers

a/n: look at this post

“Hey, Teppei.”

You sit cross legged in front of his grave.

You haven’t been able to visit him yet; what with fighting Signora and the Raiden Shogun and generally helping Inazuma City recuperate from the vision hunt decree and the strict rules that came with it.

You didn’t like the fact it took you so long to be here, but it was to be better late than never.

“I’ve done so many things since you left us,” since he left the Herring I unit, General Gorou, Kokomi, and the general army of Watatsumi Island. “and, well, me.” You laugh bitterly, “That sounds so selfish of me. If… if you were here, you would tell me that it isn’t. Well, I should tell you what happened afterwards.”

“I went to the delusion factory to avenge you and… I’m sorry to say this, but I didn’t shut it down completely. That damn harbinger, Balladeer.” Scaramouche. You would take your revenge one day.

“Then I met the Raiden Shogun’s servant. I should tell you of the other servants of the archons I’ve met, Dvalin and Azhdaha. Actually, that’s a story for another day. The servant was Guuji Yae! Can you believe that?” The lack of response brings a pan of pain to your heart, as if you hadn’t registered his parting yet. “She taught me how to defeat the Shogun.”

“Then, I met Kujou Sara. As much as you hated her, and as much as I also did before getting to know her, she’s actually a good person.” You wonder how he would react to that. How shocked would he be? Would he refuse to accept it? “Turns out the Fatui were in cahoots with the Tenryou Commission. The damn head of the Kujou clan thought he was stronger than the Fatui. He was impeding the Shogun from getting real reports of all the lives lost at war. Then, Sara stormed Tenshukaku to tell the Shogun of the real events of war.”

“That’s when I met Signora, another harbinger.” A shudder crawls down your spine as you remember her execution by the Shogun and that immense feeling of lightning and thunder you felt when you walked outside of the Tenshukaku. “I was still so mad at what she’s done. She took the Anemo Archon’s gnosis right in front of my helpless eyes and she was surely a part of the delusion manufacturing. So, I challenged her to a battle before the throne.”

“I won.” You laugh, knowing for sure how Teppei would react. He would declare that if he beat you, then that means by correlation that he defeated Signora. And then if he knew you defeated Tartaglia as well, he would brag about that too.

“The Raiden Shogun, as a prize for winning, let me leave the Tenshukaku in one piece. However, as soon as I stepped one foot out of the place, she came behind me to strike. Unhonorable, am I right?” You know he would agree to that. “You remember Kazuha, don’t you? And Tomo too? Well, Tomo’s ambition was to be able to withstand the Raiden Shogun’s most powerful attack. Kazuha was actually able to do it, thanks to Tomo’s vision which reignited when they both shared that same ambition. He… he saved my life.”

“Though, I knew the army wouldn’t be able to withstand the Shogun’s next few attacks, so I fought against her myself, just like how I told you I did the first time.” You recall the powerful feeling of all the visions embedded in the statue of the Omnipresent God and their ambitions. “I could… I could feel your ambition fighting with me as I faced her. And guess what, Teppei? I won.”

As you move to stretch your arms, you remember the things you brought for him. “Here, a Herring I Captain’s uniform.” The neatly folded uniform is, for a lack of better words, hard to look at. It reminds you of broken opportunities, now that he’s not here to take the mantle of captain.

“I brought daffodils.” You place the bouquet atop his grave, “I’m… going to be leaving Inazuma. I’m going to Sumeru next. I’m still looking for a way to bring my brother home but… I promise I’ll come back.”

Tears begin to well up in your eyes. You hate it. He wouldn’t want you to be crying over him. If he were here, he would cup your cheeks and… wipe the tears from your face, whisper reassurances in your ears and kiss the top of your head. But he wasn’t here.

“I’ll come back for you.”

Daffodils, for this fic, represent new beginnings and unrequited love. The traveler's love for Teppei has been unrequited since his death, and their journey starts/begins again when they get to Sumeru.

#teppei x reader #teppei x gn reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x gn reader #🌂 // failure #🎟 // genshin impact #🎫 // teppei

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skiyoosmi · 3 years

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post-break up heartaches

⤷ verse 2. in the dreams that we once shared

⤷ miya osamu, bokuto koutarou

⤷ verse 1 | verse 3

⤷ play. sorrow by sleeping at last, wrong direction by hailee steinfield

commissions: open

⇢ OSAMU stays still in his seat, melancholic eyes contrasting your bright ones while you twirl around in the middle of the ballroom. he admits, your dream wedding gown fit your figure perfectly as it flowed so gracefully the more you moved. but no beauty can compare to the happiness on your face as you danced with his previous volleyball teammate; the latter having a small smile on his face, not even having a single care about the funny looks you've been getting from your distant relatives. despite the minimal expression he adorns, to someone who has known him for a long time, it's clear as day just how ecstatic suna rintaro was to declare you as his wife, just as you were to call him your husband.

that could've been us, his mind screams all throughout the time he's been in the wedding ceremony, that could've been him dancing with you. he remembers little by little— how those smiles and laughters used to be solely for him whenever you try out his new recipes, from tasty to funny, how he used to be the one suddenly dragged to dance with you, how you used to dream of being married to him. him and only him.

but time was a cruel thing. he should've known better than to keep you waiting for more than so many years with nothing but empty and broken promises. i'll be done soon, yn, you know how much this means to me, this is my dream we're talking about here. stop being selfish please— he recalls himself telling you. he fails to see the disappointment and hurt that cross your eyes, fails to protect the already fragile relationship as you say your goodbye's to him a few more arguments and weeks later— i'm sorry for holding you back, samu. make sure to reach your dreams, okay?

i'm sorry. no matter how many times he says it, your fate was already done with him. you only needed him and he couldn't even give you that.

"hey there, stranger. wanna dance for a bit?"

he looks up, blinded by your brightness that almost seemed as if it mocked his sappy mood but he nods nevertheless, taking your hands as you pull him to the dance floor. in his peripheral view, he sees suna give him a wholehearted smile.

"you should stop frowning. it doesn't suit your face you know? what did you do to my lively samu?" you huff after a few minutes of nothing but silence and awkwardness while you swayed side to side with him, pouting when he shrugs, "you're such a gloomy ass! are you still in love with me or something?"

you swear it was supposed to be a joke, something to lighten the air between you two. but how were you supposed to laugh when he replied to you in the way you least expected?

"yeah, actually, i still am."

silence engulfed the two of you as you tried to overcome your shock. and for all the years he has been with you, it was painfully obvious that the answer he hopes for will not come. not now, not ever.

"samu... it's been—"

"i know. almost 8 years, is it? i know but i can't help it, yn. how could i when you're literally all i see everywhere i look?"

you fail to give him back a reply and (un)fortunately, he feels a tap on his shoulder and immediately, he knew it was time. he lets go of your waist and turns around, heart ready to get drowned by the bitter wine he's planning to drink all throughout the night, accompanied by the tears he won't be able to let out until he comes back to his hotel room.

"congratulations on your wedding, yn."

he ignores the hollowness inside him brought about by the unfinished conversation and goes back to his seat and repeats it like a mantra: not all fairytales get their happy ending.

and much to his dismay, his was one of those that don't.

⇢ BOKUTO was a star, luminous and blinding yet always longing to be part of the galaxy that held the awe of many other people. he was a child with dreams that wander all over the world and with confidence, he wants hear it, see that same world cheer for him.

he was an enormous star but his dreams were even bigger— and as he reaches out his hand to take more of what the universe can give him, he unknowingly lets go of yours.

"you look like you've dropped a huge shit on your underwear with the way you're staring down the court," konoha comments as he takes the seat he reserved beside you, hands deep in his pocket while he does so.

you glare at him, scoffing at his vulgar choice of words, "and you look like that shit, asshole. we haven't seen each other for so long and that's how you greet me?"

he laughs out loud, opening his arms and shoving you in them, "here! is this what you wanted instead? so adorable, yn! i knew you loved me at some point!"

you let out a series of groans, struggling to get out of his hold, "no! you're so annoying, get off me!"

he cackles, releasing you as the buzz rings out throughout the whole court, signaling the beginning of the match between msby and schweiden adlers. you shift in your seat, watching the players get introduced one by one, gasping when your ex-boyfriend literally does two cartwheels in his turn. is he... serious?

"where does he think he is... some kind of circus?" konoha snickers, shaking his head in amusement. oddly, you find yourself laughing with your companion. after all, this was typical bokuto, so full of energy and surprises.

"he looks... okay. very much okay," you bitterly state, placing your chin right on your palm as your arms and elbows rested on your lap. envy envelops your whole being as you watch him lively wave to the crowds, a large grin staying on his face. you huff silently, eyes trying to look at the other players but gravity seems to be playing its tricks on you as you find yourself reverting back to his figure. you wonder if time will let you become that happy someday.

"you're not...?" the lad beside you trails off, sighing when you shake your head 'no.'

"of course not yet, aki. it's not that i still love him or anything but he's just... he was everything, you know? he's become part of all my routines and now that he's gone, it... it just feels empty. like the dreams that used to help me sleep at night suddenly went away," he nods, not pushing you to say anything further. you both knew better than to have a shameful breakdown in public.

"god, i keep forgetting that the air conditioning in here is the worst," you grumble under your breath, rubbing your hands together to keep them from freezing out... because bokuto was no longer there to keep them warm, no longer there to offer you his own hands because you both forgot your gloves at home, no longer there to blow on them as if it was effective (it distracted you both at least), no longe—

"here, give me your hand," konoha reaches out to you, palms awaiting for yours to be in contact with his. you blink, surprised by his sudden offer, along with the pink hues that dusted both sides of his cheeks.

"we can't have them becoming numb, can we? i... i want to hold these hands for a very long time, you know?" he stutters as he begins rubbing both of your hands together, successfully getting rid of the cold and providing a new warmth you never expected will come sooner. oh... it's time, huh?

"uhm... yeah... thank you," you felt your face get hot. it seems like something... rather, someone has come to distract from the coldness you've been recently feeling.

"give me your days," he coughs out, still blushing. if anything, he's flushing even more now, "i'll fill the emptiness in them... and... and i can be your dream so you can sleep tight... and you'll be mine."

you gape at him, thousands of scenes flying through your mind but all of them led to one specific scenario.

"i... i have a lot of dreams, yn! i want to become a star player, someone who everyone will look up to and cheer for! and i... i think i want to focu—"

"i get it, bo. i'll get out of your way then. thank you... for everything."

"i-i'll be your dream?"

konoha chokes on his own saliva, "y-yeah! don't make me repeat it though, do you even know how cheesy that sounds? i can't believe i just said that, god... the things you make me do, you...!"

"okay."

it was his turn to blink, "e-eh?"

"i guess this is day one then?"

"eh?! wait... we... we're dating now, right?!"

"shut up now, aki."

as his golden eyes observe the two figures sitting by the stands, bokuto wishes he could've seen sooner that you were the one he had always been dreaming of, yearning for; wishes it could be him that was holding your hands again and he swears to whoever god there is, he won't let go of them anymore.

but then again, it seems like you were finally ready to wander with someone that wasn't him— who was he to stop you from doing so?

he was just a star;

you were the whole universe,

his universe.

#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #osamu x reader #bokuto x reader #osamu headcanons #bokuto headcanons #haikyuu writings #haikyuu angst #miya osamu #bokuto kotaro #haikyuu fics #hq x reader #haikyuu hcs #post break-up heartaches

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dourpeep · 3 years

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Buying Xiao's & kazuha's favorite snacks while you're out doing commissions

After finishing all your commissions you go to liyue to get your rewards

While you're heading back to the inn you see a store selling snacks so you think to yourself 'why don't I buy them a little something'

You buy what you wanted and now you're going back

When you get there you find them each doing their own little thing

Kazuha reading a book verr recommended to him

Xiao cleaning his spear

And you're like "Hey guys! guess who just brought you your favorite snacks?"

But of course you aren't going to give it to them for free (hint: they need to give you a kiss)

-no primogems

Ahh I want some snack right about now. Midnight snacks- or well I guess it'd be almost-2-am-snacks.

Without further ado-

They do really appreciate all you do, regardless of if you're buying them stuff or not (they're not the type to put so much emphasis on receiving gifts). Though, when you come back to them, nestled in your shared room at Wangshu Inn, they're not surprised to see the tasty morsels you've toted back!

As goes, you step into the room to be greeted with a tight hug from Kazuha and a kiss on your temple from Xiao, a few little questions of how your day was, how the commissions went, if you need any patching up (where said enemies who might or might not have caused the need for patching are...). And you answer them gladly, just relieved to be home with them so you can all relax.

But, oh!!! Before you forget, you rifle through your pack before producing two carefully put-away boxes.

The first, some deliciously flaky egg tarts for Xiao after he expressed some interest in trying the dessert. They're freshly made and picked up right as you were leaving the harbor. The smell of sweet smell of pastry and vanilla waft from the package and Xiao accepts it with the barest of smiles and a kiss to your lips.

The second is a bit...less snack-ish and more of an ingredient. The freshest catch of fish straight from the harbor as well. Knowing your other love, he's been wanting to make a few traditional Inazuman dishes for you and Xiao rather than receive a snack himself. From what you already know, he's a fantastic cook (to Xiao's relief, though you really don't mind cooking as often as you do).

You see a little spark of excitement that crosses his features and he hurriedly cups your cheek and kisses the other before setting off to make dinner.

While waiting, all three of you snack on the egg tarts, you and Xiao taking turns offering a bite to Kazuha so he can continue chopping and cooking. Quickly, a savory smell fills the room and Kazuha presents the main dish along with rice and miso.

"It's called sakana no nitsuke back in my homeland- a simple braised fish-based dish."

It's light, filling, and delicious, you come to find as you all sit for the meal.

Of course, someone mentions that you should have waited to share the tarts after dinner...but luckily no appetites were ruined by the late snack.

#no primogems anon #anon asks #kazuha x xiao x reader #xiao and his two lovely dumb s/o's #kazuha #xiao #kazuha x reader #xiao x reader #I guess I should also add in #kazuha x xiao #what would their ship name even be???#genshin impact #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact drabbles #genshin impact x reader #Also Xiao is relieved about Kazuha knowing how to cook because he can't cook and doesn't want you worrying about cooking all the time eithe

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