#Therese rambles

[marietheran]

what is it with all the books set in the so-called dark ages that are all like "our beautiful pagan beliefs that hOnOR WOmeN are being supplanted by MisOgYnIStIc Christianity, how terrible!". Like, who told those guys that ancient pagans (or vikings or whatever) honored women? truly, a case of wishful thinking, it seems to me

#history #therese rambles

[pikachiee]

Monster

( spoilers for masquerade the bloodline, but honestly it's such an old game, so it probably doesn't matter too much! But you SHOULD play it!! It's so short but so good!)

I honestly might make a one shot about this lol.

ANYWAYS! Therese Voerman and Felix, have a lot in common lol. Like, they are both stern looking, smart blondes that have an affinity for wearing black formal clothing.

They BOTH have an identical relative, that they are identical to for... Reasons. (The reasons being so much more different and plot oriented then just " biology!", such as the fact that Felix AND Adrien are sentimonsters, and the fact that Therese and Jeanette are actually the SAME person with a personality disorder, that is cranked up to 11 due to being a malkavian vampire. )

Which they BOTH have a secret soft spot for! (Though sometimes they have a real funny way of showing it cough cough Therese trying to shot/kill Jeanette/Felix pretending to be Adrien to low-key ruin his life), and while they have kinda drifted apart/fight, it's confirmed that they were ONCE very close. The people they look identical to are also far more nicer and outgoing then they are too.

They both have daddy issues ( Though Therese's dad is WAY more fucked up than colt.. PERIOD. As bad as Felix's dad was, he never touched him inappropriately.. then again, it's not like they COULD show that in a children's show.)

Both of them are both labeled monsters, seeing as Therese is a VAMPIRE and Felix is a sentiMONSTER. I could see Therese scoffing at the fact that he's called a "sentimonster", because she's seen real monsters. Monsters that hurt and kill, ( aka vampires lol), and finds it all silly.

All and all, I can see them having an oddly deep conversation. They could bond over having soft and too trusting of "sister/cousin", and that Therese wouldn't be so mean to him (still pretty mean though), seeing as he ISN'T human. She'll probably be somewhat of a bad influence, thinking about it.. like she would be all like " just kill them.. duh.. they're humans.. their lives are worthless..". And I guess they would also bond over having shitty fathers.. ( wait..did Therese come to terms with that?? I don't remember..) also, I oddly see Felix being oddly sympathetic for her, since she's never even had a mother.

Idk, maybe I should play more bloodlines again lol, I miss Therese AND of course Jeanette.

#miraculous ladybug #vampire the masquerade bloodlines #therese voerman #jeanette voerman #felix graham de vanily #felix fathom #felix #felix fanart #fanart #digital art #kinda of a rant #i DO simp for Therese #I kinda simp for her more than Jeanette DON'T JUDGE ME #ramble #adrien agreste #miraculous felix #miraculous Adrian

[karmirage]

anyways. kind of weird to me that krakoan-age monet puts her back in a) the form and b) the codename that is specifically associated with her brother stripping her of her bodily autonomy etc etc etc. like it's fucking weird. and to have the m twins subjected to that shit too...

#sorry but that bit of gen x really like. struck me. #and the fact that they had to coexist with their brother on that godforsaken island....when he did literally all that + killed their mom... #Hello. #anyways join me next time when we talk about lin li and double standards #river rambles #x men #monet yvette clarisse maria therese st croix/m #oh also even after the m twins left the penance form. it was still alive. like she was spotted at avengers academy with the codename hollow #so.

[mrgaretcarter]

I need a pretty significant degree of commonality (both subjective and objective) between characters to ship them and I think that's why it's so hard to find f/f ships that draw me in. It's like people making media want to create the polarity that would usually be there through gender by making these women so starkly different that I just become unable to connect.

#like theres always gotta be either super different personalities or an age gap #or a power imbalance or really different experiences values and circumstances and thats just not what im about #and this isnt to say i would like that type of media to disappear because i know a lot of people enjoy that contrast #im just saying i wish that wasnt sooo much of what we have #like nearly all of it #im saying this because i saw a gifset of portrait of a lady on fire which i love #and is one of the rare instances of wlw media where the romance itself really moved me #and i remembered the céline sciamma quote about how it was important to her to have them be #as equal as she could possibly make them down to the heights #and how thats probably why i was able to connect with it so much #and like i love Carol (2015) Dir. Todd Haynes but I don't ship Carol and Therese! #anyway this is my periodic complaint about the lack of f/f friends to lovers #but like real ones not like headcanon ones although even then for most this would still apply! #ramblings #i could say a lot about how this doesnt plague m/m nearly as much and how it all circles back to misogyny but ill spare myself #but heres the thing ill still go ahead and check out anything with lesbians in it and support it and enjoy it in different ways #so this is not an excuse as to why im not contributing to wlw because i AM out there constantly searching #lest anyone think im doing a thing i hate which is people making up excuses not to care about women

[wndaswife]

the more i read therese raquin the more i think ab how perfectly lizzie was casted and how well she played her, honestly even to the most minuscule details like the shape of her nose n her skin

#rae rambles #therese raquin #THO there r some things the movie missed out on depicting

[maxe-murderer]

people my professor has they/them-ed

kim kardashian

abraham lincoln

her husband

rihanna

lady gaga (pronounced ga-gah)

david bowie

napoleon

taylor swift

queen elizabeth

#max rambles #i love her #therese they/them list #i have literally no way to give context to it shes just like this #other therese-isms include “blue person group”

[whyoneartheven]

ok but this sticker is the best thing ever??

That's my patron saint right there! Yes she's amazing!!!

also i gotta give credit to the artist ofc so here :)

#hehehe #saint therese of lisieux #absolutely amazing btw #also a doctor of the church!!!! #and an amazing role model #AHHHHHHHH #evie rambles #and for once it is about something cool #WOOHOO

[unclemoriarty]

completely random but who is your patron saint? Mine is St. Therese of Lisieux :)

eyyy St. Therese is my bud! nice choice. have you read The Story of a Soul? i've read most of it, should get back to it one day

so do you mean like namewise? my parents didn't really name me after a saint (fun fact: "Reyna" is a pseudonym)

but for my confirmation saint i chose (or was chosen by lol) St. Francis Xavier!

other saints that i've picked up along the way, in no special order: St. Joseph, St. Maximilian Kolbe, St. Gemma Galgani, St. Paul, St. Andrew Kim Taegeon

#only now i'm realizing that therese being my ''bud'' is such a high-level pun #let's pretend i meant to do that #asks #reyna's ramblings #whyoneartheven

[game-set-canet]

i want to marry them*

*them = Thea, Rasmus, Maria, Timon

#thea louise stjernesund #ramus windigstad #maria therese tviberg #timon haugan #mira's wintersport rambling #alpine skiing

[vampire-squids]

she empathizes with your feelings she's MORE INTERESTED IN THE CEILING ITS TACTLESS ITS A TEST ITS JUST THERESE its just therese

#sorry guys #(theres no guys) #im still sorry #idk ive been feeling #a lot #or not idk #i never can tell #i'm kinda sad ig that i have no moots/friends here #yeah thats it #also amazingly in love with this song #maya hawke #therese #nardo rambles

[lionydoorin]

south elroy is so good it might be my favourite

#and the way it connects to therese? satisfying af i cant listen to one without listening to the other #ma ur rambling

[marietheran]

Add what country you're from in the tags.

#for us it's a book that was printed in 1911 I think #or 1912? 1917? #anyway 1910s #a translation from English of a somewhat sentimental Christian book #(not saying that the things depicted don't happen irl but it becomes sentimental when it's a fictional narrative) #but frankly better than today's Christian fiction #I have no idea how we happen to have it #№2 would be a painting of the Virgin Mary and Child that my great-grandmother picked up upon first coming to Poland right after ww2 #(Ukrainian -- met my great-grandfather in Germany -- he was a forced labourer -- she... long story -- moved to Poland with him afterwards) #it's anyones guess how old it is #or what it's history would be... who first owned it... #She found it in an antique shop and - not having any money - traded her boots for it because she liked it that much #therese rambles #polls

[rainbowinbeigeboots]

i s2g if i see the love confession scene from carol ONE (1) more time in any capacity today i’m rewatching it idc

#this is SPECIFICALLY about the dinner scene at the end where she says i love you to therese #yes i watched it last week and earlier this week….you’re fucking point #it’s still carol season until mid january in this house #it’s a novemver through mid january holiday in my house #ANYWAYS #idk what this says about my mental health but i’m fine….. #emiie rambles

[95-6qrsk2rx9uq42069nnnnnjthewolf]

Afflicting tim with Gender and In Your Twenties because, well. (+ jaytim) (idea 1)

Tim is in her early twenties and fresh out of an identity crisis that she has a feeling she’s been putting off for almost a decade at this point. It’s a good feeling, but its also new and solely hers. She doesn’t feel like sharing. She wants to get acquainted with herself. (A few people know. Tam’s actually the first person she told. She helped pick out a cocktail dress and they went out to a fancy bar and had a few drinks and just hung out. Tam held her hand and didn’t say anything when Tim cried on the taxi ride home. Kon, Bart, and Cassie know. Their hugs are as tight and reassuring as ever.) 

Therese Dho has a modest, comfortable apartment the bats don’t know about, full of posters and comfortable furniture, strewn with piles of clothes and disassembled tech. It feels homey, like she can breathe, in a way that the nest didn’t and it's jarring to realize how contained she’d been keeping herself even in her own space. She’s about two months into her new job as a forensics technician at the GCPD, and thanks to her terminally untied converse and habit of tripping into cops wandering into the forensics labs, evidence tampering is on the decline. She’s sarcastic and blunt the way she couldn’t be at WE, letting her results speak for themselves rather than waste energy soothing egos that don’t deserve it. It’s not like she’s the only colorful character there, and she is happily absorbed into the department (not so)lovingly referred to as the lab rats, despite her relentless attempts to afflict her own organizational methods on the other techs. (It’s almost like you want samples to wander off she says, looking directly at the tech she knows is on Two-face’s payroll. He is sweating. Therese’s supervisor, who adores her new grumpy tech and does not want her new favorite to get shot, is also sweating.) 

The day she’s called into the commissioner’s office, she contemplates exiting out the window and making for the roofs right there in broad daylight. Closing the door to his office feels like the sinking pit in her stomach when a mission’s gone south and she’s failed to consider a crucial contingency. Between the lab coat, reading glasses and her hair being grown out long enough for the loose fraying braid its in, Therese is telling herself there’s no way Gordon recognizes her, but he’s also giving her a long hard look she doesn’t know how to interpret. And then he’s telling her that her supervisor is singing her praises and he has high hopes for her. And to maybe stop being quite so brazen about calling out her coworkers and just let Gordon know instead. There may or may not be a comforting hand on her shoulder, she’s slightly too lightheaded to tell. By the end of the meeting she still can’t tell if he knows who she is or not, but he’s not demanding she pack up her desk and get out so Therese will take it.  On her way back to the lab, the detective who occasionally brings her coffee and lets her ramble about the fallibility of bloodstain pattern analysis winks at her as she passes, and Therese feels herself blush. He’s tall and broad, more vanity muscles than somebody really putting their body to use all day, but not dirty according to what digging she’s done, and if he’s just flirting with her in the hopes of expediting his cases, at least he’s smooth about it. Her being attracted to men didn’t blindside her quite as badly as the whole gender thing did; less something she buried deep deep down and more so something she’d simply let herself glance past, though she would also like to be done Realizing things about herself. Not that she’d ever start anything with him anyways, for multiple reasons.

She’s making a life she thinks she can live with, though. The lab goes out for drinks and trivia night. She’s making time for friends and hobbies. Helping teach coding and computer literacy at her local library branch. Red Robin is still mostly a solo act; the person she’s shared patrols with most frequently in the past year, of all people, has been Red Hood. So long as she responds to requests for assistance, either in the field or behind the scenes (mostly remote), the bats seem content to leave her be. She doesn’t poke too hard at the question of whether her Major Life Changes have been noted or if, so long as she’s still providing support without a fuss, anybody has even noticed. She’s clear headed enough these days to know it's a two-way street and she’d been pulling back for years. She’ll probably always be involved with vigilantism in some way, but the network she’d put so much time into reinforcing around Batman and Gotham was always meant to keep on growing without her. She’s not hiding, literally underneath their noses every time one of them responds to the bat signal. If anyone really wanted to find her, they could. She’ll help whenever they ask for it, but the rest is for her now. She’s earned that.

And then one day on a coffee excursion she watches Jason Todd get hauled into the station, cursing up a storm, cuffed and incandescently angry between two nervous cops. She hears the grating voice of one of the more unpleasant cops in the station gloating that they caught this creep dealing to kids and he should be grateful that its the cops that got him and not the red hood, didn’t you hear that psycho kills people over shit like this? Therese deserves a medal for not bursting out laughing right then and there, though it gets less funny when Jason snarls that they know damn well they’d been the ones harassing the kids, and planted the bags on Jason when he got in between and told them to fuck off. She’s gotten behind the cop and plucked a little baggie from his back pocket very clearly not labeled as evidence by the time they’ve tried to slam Jason chest-down onto a desk. The whole bullpen is watching when Therese asks if this was the cop’s personal stash or that he’d decided to keep this guy’s product for himself. Jason is also watching, and possibly falling in love, when he sees this girl not even flinch as the cop tries to lunge at her before getting hauled back himself. It’s a big flurry then but he finds himself loitering awkwardly until he can talk to her, and asks if he can buy her a coffee as a thank you. He notices the styrofoam cup in her hand after the sentence is out and manfully doesn’t wince.

Therese is too focused on the high pitched ringing in her ear to figure out if Jason has already clocked her and is using coffee as an excuse to grill her on what the fuck she’s doing. She rolls her eyes and tells Jason he should check up on those kids. Excuses herself since her labs are almost done and she needs to dodge her supervisor because she refuses to fill out another incident report, leaving jason mildly heartbroken at the front desk and the secretary giving him a sympathetic look, saying ‘you know how those science types can be. Therese may not have even realized you were asking her out.’ And, well, maybe he can try one more time tomorrow. At least check in and make sure she’s not facing any retaliation from other cops.

So he shows up the next day at what he assumes is a reasonable time for a lunch break with a coffee and a few pastries in hand, receiving a thumbs up from the same secretary for his troubles. Except when Therese comes out to see why she was called to the front desk there’s such a clear flash of panic on her face at seeing him that Jason is already apologizing and turning for the door. He makes it out and is shortly followed by the sound of the door opening and closing again. Therese is there, wearing a very familiar steely expression, stomping past him with the curt order to follow her in a lower register that he’s heard before. She guides him to an alley and he’s pretty sure he knows where this is going but also what if he is actually about to get shanked?

“Jason” is the stern response to his hesitation, and oh yes, jason knows that tone.

“Look,” he says, joining her in the shade of the building, “if you’ve got an undercover thing going on in there, I swear I didn’t know. That trip to the station yesterday really wasn’t intentional.”

“I’ll read you in if you swear to not tell the others until I give the okay,” is the response and her expression is giving Jason absolutely nothing. He actually can’t remember the last time Tim was this blank with him and its unsettling. 

“Come on, baby bird, you're the only one of 'em I even talk to. How many times have you kept my shit off their radar? Of course I won’t go blabbing” Their rapport had only been getting better with each collaboration over the last couple years, built off of Red Robin’s stone cold professionalism that Hood could trust to see them through city wide crises in a way that he couldn’t working closely with Bruce or Dick. From there they’d gained a real respect for each other, Tim always willing to hear him out if Jason also promised to listen in turn. They’ve got similar mean streaks and senses of humor, with open invitations to any respective safe houses and first aid kits. Red Robin had given Jason a tenable source of backup in Gotham, in a way he hasn’t felt like he’s had since coming back. Jason had just been thinking last week that he hadn’t heard from Red in awhile, and that they were due for a check in. Tim shouldn’t have to ask Jason whether whatever this is will stay between them; it should be a given. He doesn’t hold onto those feelings of offense or fear for long as Therese starts explaining, though. This isn’t a case, it's her life. Of course this happens on her terms. Of course he’ll follow her lead and he says as such. 

“I do have one question, though, and if now isn’t the time you got full permission to dump this coffee on my head.” (I would not need permission but thank you, she mutters. Jason gamely plows on) “I didn’t recognize you yesterday. I just saw this little spitfire stand up to a cop almost twice her size on his turf to keep me out of trouble and not flinch. I came by today to ask if she wanted to go out for a coffee,” Jason is briefly reminded of the secretary’s previous comment as Therese stares at him. “I’m asking you out on a date, T.” And there’s the blush he’s managed to pull out of her once in a while, from previous light flirtations that were only mostly jokes she’d never seemed to reciprocate. But she is now, agreeing shyly to try it out. 

And it just, settles. Vigilantism is in their blood at this point, and they’re each other's backup. But they help each other be people too. There’s routine, bringing Therese her lunch at work, farmer’s markets and trivia nights and local theater productions. Kids at the skatepark who hassle Therese to teach them tricks. Jason comes home gushing about how well the kids he tutors are improving. They support each other through the bad days. An up and coming drug dealer gets it into his head that all the other entities in Gotham have someone on the payroll, a pet geek on the inside of the GCPD should be easy enough to bribe or intimidate. T kicks his enforcers’ faces in and while they’re trying to breathe through the blood pouring out their noses, Red Hood comes up behind them with a choice. Either they can deal with him, or he’ll drop them off at the police station, where they’ll spill everything their boss is up to. They can even say Hood did it and not a 5’6” nerd in a star trek hoodie. Once they’re among the other failed henches, they make sure everyone knows that this one is Hood’s insider and anybody who tries anything will not be living to regret it. 

They go home and Jason motherhens over Therese recovering from top surgery. T draws up new plans to reinforce Hood’s helmet. It’s all one and the same. They look out for each other.

#jaytim #tim drake #jason todd #dcu #transfem!tim drake #dead end ideas #obligatory forensics is still subject to bias and is still a tool cops use to reinforce the status quo i dont think T would stay for long #she just needed something familiar but still removed from the shadow of the family #i think she'd get even more disillusioned from the inside and make way too many enemies as a whistleblower for it to be tenable longterm #theres a different version of this ramble thats case fic with less gender and more fake relationship but it just fell flat #even only as an outline #i acknowledge this is nothing and nothing happens but a guy can pine for stability through something loosely associated #with the 2009 red robin comic run

[beantothemax]

As per the agreement with Yvon, Cyrus had not been in Atlasdam in forever. Six months and twenty two days, to be exact. He kept count of how long he was gone, eagerly awaiting the day he would return.

After paying a visit to Noblecourt, the group passed by Atlasdam and decided to stay there for a day. The days were at their longest and there was to be a festival that Cyrus had described as being fun. Of course his friends were curious to see it as well. They all listened intently as he described the beautiful melodies and immaculate pastries one could have the pleasure of experiencing at the festival.

But it quickly became annoying when they realized he would not stop talking after ten minutes. He spoke endlessly of the wonders of the Atlasdam summer solstice festival with a bright smile on his face. H’aanit placated him and asked as many questions as he had answers. Luckily, the rest of the group was finally spared of his endless rambling when they reached the city gate.

“Come with me, the archery contest is over here!” he beamed, taking H’aanit’s hand.

She happily ran after him with a laugh, followed closely by Linde.

The archery competition was nothing special. Every target was far too close to the start line. The organizer handed H’aanit a flimsy bow and poorly made arrow.

“Have you done this before?” they asked.

And H’aanit couldn’t help but laugh, “this is mine profession.”

Cyrus stared in wonder at her cocky smirk as she effortlessly got three bullseyes. The dumbfounded organizer handed her a slice of reward cake which she gladly accepted.

“Comen, Cyrus, you must showen me all before sunset,” she smiled.

He took her hand and led her to the next attraction.

Upon a stage, a band played Atlasdamish folk tunes. They were all sung in their native tongue  and though Cyrus had begun to teach H’aanit the language, she barely caught a word. Still, she put a hand on Cyrus’ shoulder and they danced and laughed until their feet ached.

When the sun had begun its slow descent, Cyrus pulled her aside. At this hour, a bonfire would be lit in the square. They held on tight to each others’ hands in fear of getting separated in the dense crowd.

Though they both struggled when there were too many sensations at once, with the familiarity of the festival and Linde’s comforting presence, neither felt unwell. Cyrus knew exactly where and when everything was and H’aanit trusted him fully. But in the crowd, his grip on her hand loosened and he let go without intending it. Before he knew it, at least a dozen people separated them and he could no longer see his partner.

“Professor Albright!” a familiar (but incorrect) voice called out.

Cyrus knew the city and its people but he only wished to see the former. Last he was there, people he once considered close friends said they hated him for his disgusting actions. Of course, those outlandish accusations were all false and merely fabricated by Therese.

She smiled at the sight of her old professor.

“Oh, hi Therese,” he muttered.

They stood by the edge of the crowd where there was no need to move with the current. Usually that was good, but Cyrus’ lungs seemed to fail him the longer he stood in the presence of that detested girl.

“How have your travels been?” she asked.

“I-” he started but his throat was dry and it could not produce a sound.

“Did a monster take your voice?” she laughed.

Gods, he wished he had an excuse that good. Unfortunately, it was only her. She had ruined his life and taken everything from him out of jealousy. Not of him but of another of his pupils. Why must it hurt him? He had done nothing wrong and yet she chose the worst possible accusation she could think of.

At that moment, a leopard’s head popped out from the crowd. Linde rubbed her head on his leg, affectionately circling around him. He instinctively reached down to scratch behind her ear. Her soft fur was among one of the most comforting feelings he knew and just her presence eased his anxieties.

Before Therese could question his fondness for the leopard, H’aanit appeared. She leaned down to give Linde a good head pat before looking to Cyrus, “who is this?”

“An old student,” Cyrus murmured.

“I’m Therese,” the girl smiled.

“Therese?” H’aanit thought.

Cyrus spoke at length about Atlasdam, especially to H’aanit. When they became close, he opened up about everything that happened, about the anxiety it caused him and the nightmares he had. He spoke of an experience he had as a child, how he thought it was behind him, only for every single unpleasant memory to come flooding back when Therese accused him of a crime similar to the one he had been a victim of.

“Ah, Therese. Cyrus speaks of you,” H’aanit finally said.

“He does?” Therese gasped.

H’aanit didn’t utter another word. She took Cyrus’ hand and practically dragged him away as he all but fainted at the sight of Therese. Linde could sense his uneasiness and stayed beside him. He rested a hand on her head and she purred under his touch.

“Where is thine home?” H’aanit asked.

Cyrus only pointed at a street as his voice hadn’t yet returned. H’aanit, though she knew not the city, took the lead and hoped Cyrus would stop her at his house. Lucky for them, this street only had homes and no establishments and it was quiet. The tension in his shoulders loosened as they got further from the loud crowd and Therese, who fortunately did not follow them.

“This one,” Cyrus muttered, pointing at a house.

He pulled his keys from his pocket and H’aanit snatched them. She opened the door and led him inside. He had scarcely removed his jacket and shoes before he ran upstairs to his bedroom. Once H’aanit had removed her out-clothes as well, she followed him to find him curled up on his bed.

A soft smile spread on his lips as he rolled around in his pile of blankets and pillows. He was in the safety of his own home for the first time in what felt like a lifetime and he never wanted to leave.

“It maketh me joyful to see that thou chose a bigger bed than thou needen. There is room for Linde and I,” she smiled as she crawled in.

She wrapped her arms around Cyrus and kissed the crown of his head as he yawned. All the tension was gone from his body and all it left was exhaustion. He needed to rest and recover after, not only seeing Therese, but also attending a festival. Fortunately for him, H’aanit loved him dearly and knew just what he needed in such situations.

The foot end of the mattress sunk under Linde’s weight. She was like a fire and warmed the bed in no time.

“I wish Therese could feel shame. I wish that bastard that hurt me got a life sentence and I wish he’d die,” Cyrus mumbled.

“I thought thou were against violence,” H’aanit replied.

“He deserves it.”

“I suppose so.”

Only half an hour passed before they remembered they had six other travel companions. H’aanit climbed out of the bed as quietly as she could, careful not to step on Cyrus or Linde.

“I will tellen our friends we will sleep here tonight. Haven thou room for guests?” she asked.

“Mmm… no. Tell them to tell the inn owner they’re my friend though, I tutored her son for a few years so she likes me,” Cyrus grumbled.

“That I’ll do.”

As silently as though she were on the hunt, H’aanit left. She slipped through the crowd and found her friends in no time, eager to return to her lover who needed her company.

had to stand up and just. walk around my room for a few minutes because ohhhhhhh my gosh. oh my gosh. th.

h’aanit and cyrus going around the festival was very fun! then I had a sense of impenetrable dread fall over me once I saw therese enter the scene

I REALLY loved how h’aanit just. drags cyrus away. the minute she finds out this is therese she goes ‘ok we need to leave this conversation as soon as possible’ and accomplishes that by essentially carrying him away from said conversation. if it works it works I suppose.

and…… the whole end………….. pie have I told you how good of a writer you are today. because. augh.

#i like this a lot!!!!!!!!! #asks #pie-knight #inbox fic

[shieldherostuffs]

I love your blog.

Hell, I'll admit that you converted me to TheRuFumi now.

But now... prompt time if you're accepting them for (SHORT) fics (if not, ignore this part):

"You're so in love it's crazy!"

Thank you so much, I'm glad you enjoy it!

Also, Y'ALL WE GOT ANOTHER ONE >:D

I will gladly accept more short fics/prompts with short ideas/one-liners like this! :D

Now, short prompt(Vaguely inspired by me getting a wisdom tooth and being disappointed because I didn't get to get high and my jaw is sore)(honestly, halfway through writing this, I realize that I could've made it angtsy/whumpy/yandere as fuck):

"You're so in love it's crazy!"

"Yeeeaaah, but I love them so much, Kizuna!"

The brunette laughed again, clutching her stomach in the chair in the resting room where Naofumi was laying on the bed, completely outta his mind because of the drugs for the surgery.

Filo had already retreated to going outside to the street with Raphtalia because the girl couldn't stop laughing.

Naofumi, since he'd gotten the chance, had started rambling about his love for his family, though mainly L'Arc and Therese. He just wouldn't shut up, and Kizuna had even given up recording a video of it after a while because she laughed so hard she couldn't keep her phone steady. Instead, she'd called L'Arc and Therese to come to pick them up from the clinic because they just Had To See This.

When the two finally arrived, Therese had to turn away to hide her laughter, yet her giggles and shaking shoulders exposed her, while L'Arc tried to interact with Naofumi without laughing his lungs out.

"Will you two please go on a date with me?! I really wanna date you both so much! I love you so so so much!" Naofumi exclaims from his place on the bed, reaching for the two with grabby hands

"K-Kiddo, we're, haha! we're allready married!" L'Arc tried to stop chuckling as he answers

But, none of them were prepared for the look of absolutely delighted surprise and adoration on Naofumi's face once he heard those words.

The three others in the room couldn't hold back their laughter and started heaving for breath, worrying Naofumi, but also making him pout because he didn't understand why the hell they were all laughing.

To console him, L'Arc and Therese rushed over to embrace him, still giggling.

"You are adorable." Therese had commented.

Once Naofumi got home and slept off the drugs, he had no chance of denying it ever happening, because of course, Kizuna had started filming as soon as L'Arc and Therese entered the room.

So, during their bi-weekly movie night with all their friends, she set up the videos on the TV, despite Naofumi's protests(which were quickly muffled by pillows and blankets being thrown at him, and L'Arc and Therese smothering him in cuddles.), giving everyone a good laugh.

Second take on this prompt, because why not write multiple?:

"You're so in love it's crazy!"

"I KNOW!"

Naofumi, once again, was in complete turmoil, except this time he wasn't thinking about his inevitable betrayal, the anger rising within his heart, or the fear of losing his close ones.

No, this, at the moment, it felt even worse, he'd quickly realized.

He'd realized he's fallen in love.

With L'Arc and Therese.

And he'd been ranting about it to Kizuna for the past 30 minutes, and she had done nothing but laugh at his misery.

The betrayal.

Instead of helping him get rid of his turmoil and helping him like the good friend she was supposed to be, she laughed at his misery, as if she hadn't been the same when she realized her feelings for Glass and spent two months trying to figure out how to as the Spirit out, only for Glass to take the mantle and declare them engaged while tipsy at a party.

"Okay, okay, do you want some help?" She'd asked, drying to dry the tears of laughter from her eyes

"YES!" No, his voice did not crack as he exclaimed his answer

"Too bad, ask someone else, I've come to terms with how shit I am at feelings!" She said, standing up from where they'd been sitting on a bench in the middle of Sickle's Royal Garden

"YOU THINK I'M ANY BETTER?" He shouted at her leaving form, incredulously

"NOPE!" She yelled back, delighted.

Unbeknownst to the two Heroes, the two people currently causing the turmoil had been hiding behind a wall of flower bushes and had heard everything.

So, they started planning.

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