#also thinking about how lucky i am to have fun friends and a lovely husband by my side TToTT

[yookikiku]

when someone sends u a nice thing ❤

#2024 #animations #original #yookiko #i originally drew this bc i was thinking of how so many people on here take the time to leave me nice comments on my art and how #you all are the reason why i've been drawing up till this day! #also thinking about how lucky i am to have fun friends and a lovely husband by my side TToTT #just one of those days where u feel thankful for everything and everyone around you

[churipu]

𐙚 THREE TIMES NANAMI MADE YOU CRY ⋆ ˚｡

featuring. nanami kento x reader

warning. referral to the reader as 'wife'

note. i just felt so mellow today — because a lot of sad nanami edits have been passing by in my fyp and i'm about to have a mental breakdown because of it, when i catch gege >:( a lil note, i cried writing this bcs i miss nanami so much help

✴ ONE : WHEN HE PROPOSED TO YOU

it took him a short time to realize that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you — he sees you cooking breakfast at the crack of dawn just for him before he goes to work, and he realizes that, yes, you were the one for him.

"do you want to marry me?"

your head turned to him slowly, eyes following just a few seconds after and you blinked, "i'm sorry, what?" you ask him.

nanami's eyes raised up to meet yours, "do you want to marry me?" he repeats his question calmly.

it was a day like every other — the both of you sitting on the couch, the television on yet nobody's paying attention to it. nanami has his eyes on the magazine in his grasp, and you were on your phone, scrolling through social media.

"yeah, of course i do."

nanami takes out a velvet colored box from his pocket and opens it up, you stared at him in confusion; wondering if this was a joke or not, is he actually proposing to you while you were in your pjs? but that actually didn't bother you — it was the fact he is proposing to you.

"marry me." he murmurs out softly, taking the beautiful ring out of its place, waiting for your acknowledgement.

your tears began flowing out and it took nanami by surprise, "sweetheart, i'm sorry. was it too sudden? you don't have to—" you shook your head at him, wiping your tears away.

"i'm just so . . . happy, ken."

that was the first time he made you cry.

✴ TWO : HIS WEDDING VOWS

your wedding was a simple ceremony. it was filled with fun and laughter, your loved people were there — his loved people were there, gojo and his students were there. it was just, a one fine day, really.

when it comes to the delivering of vows, traditionally; the groom goes first.

"y/n, i'm not good with my words, but you know me better than anyone else, so i assume you know that as well. we met five years ago when i bought a casse-croûte in a bakery you worked in; and if you had told me then that we'd be standing here and i'd be spending the rest of my life with you, maybe i wouldn't believe in you and told you that you were saying nonsense.

first and foremost, i would never thought that a one stop shop in a bakery would lead me to the love of my life — that day, i decided to stop by the bakery you worked in because my usual place was closed for the day, when i think about that, i get so overwhelmed; if my usual shop had opened that very day, maybe you would be standing here with another man, another man who is not me.

y/n, you are the most curious person i have ever met in my life. and i am pretty sure you are asking yourself now, what is kento thinking of right now? the answer is you. i am thinking about you now, later, and forever. from the first day you asked me if i liked casse-croûte, i have not once stopped thinking about you.

i was never a person who sought for relationship or thought of it a lot in the past, but when you came into my life. i began thinking of my future with you, making our own happy family, having kids, traveling the world, all of that. the moment i saw you take your time to wake up before me to cook me breakfast before i go to work, i knew i just had to make you my wife. i want to spend the rest of my life with you.

you love me and completed me in ways i do not know existed, and my love — i promise you, that from here onwards, i will continue to love you and every piece of you and for who you are yet to become. i promise to be your husband, your best friend, your partner in crime as you always like to name it, and your number one supporter, also as you name it.

above all, i promise to show you how lucky i am to have you in my life. i cannot wait to start a new chapter in my life with you, i love you."

it was safe to say that everyone in the room was crying, including you (and gojo, who had to be escorted out by megumi because the male was straight up sobbing loudly).

✴ THREE : WHEN HE DIED

shibuya. october 31, 2018. god, how much you dreaded every single thing that happened in there — just the thought of october coming after that year made your stomach churn in sadness.

the day a lot of people lost their life, including nanami.

nanami is a strong man, and you know so. you believed in him, never did you once stopped believing in your husband; but the whole time nanami was fighting for his and everyone's life in shibuya, you were back at home with your few months old son.

"daddy is going to be okay, yeah? he's gonna be back soon," you cooed to your son despite the rising wariness.

but no, nanami never came back.

the one to break the news was no other than itadori yuuji himself, the sole witness to your husband's passing — he knocked on your door, beaten up, although his wounds were tended to. you knew the shibuya incident scarred the young boy with something that couldn't be closed off now or maybe ever.

"he's not coming back, is he?" you ask the teen with a sad smile.

itadori broke down on your porch that day. and you, nanami's wife was the one comforting him, after all, watching someone you care die in front of you was traumatizing. but itadori blamed himself for nanami's death — he was baffled when you pulled him into a tight hug, "it's my fault y/n-san! i killed him. he's dead because of me."

as much as nanami doesn't display his affection to itadori, you were a witness to how nanami really feels towards the young boy. telling you how he wishes your son would grow up to be just like itadori, bubbly and energetic. nanami cares about itadori like the boy was his own — although failing to show it.

"did he . . . did he say anything before he . . ?"

itadori cried in your embrace, "he . . . said he was sorry. for not coming back. and that he loves you and your son so much . . ." itadori was barely taking breaths in, he was hyperventilating in your arms, "he said he was sorry that he won't be able to accompany you to malaysia."

"okay." you didn't cry as itadori was breaking the news to you, you couldn't.

nanami's death quieted you — you didn't cry the first week, still not believing he was actually gone. finding yourself sitting on the couch, waiting for the male to open the door and to call out for you, "y/n, i'm home."

but it never happened. nanami was really gone. he's really dead.

grief is such an odd feeling, you relied on itadori to look after your son for the first two weeks as you didn't find yourself in the right mind to be capable of taking care of your own flesh and blood. a day before your son was going back into your care — you went grocery shopping, to buy things both nanami and you used to buy.

it was a mistake on your part not to use a basket or a trolley, putting all the stuff on the cashier counter was hard work. and as the baby food you put on top of the pile slipped through your fingers and dropped onto the floor, splattering the contents everywhere, you can't help but to let a few stray tears out.

your silent sobs turning into a full blown breakdown in the middle of a grocery shop as everything began coming in, a reality check.

that nanami was no longer going to be there with you again, you couldn't feel him anymore, you couldn't hear him anymore, you couldn't smell his cologne anymore.

but the world doesn't stop for that, it will keep going and you had to go on with your life without him.

© CHURIPU 2023 , DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ANYWHERE

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen angst #jjk angst #nanami kento #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento angst #kento nanami x you #kento nanami #nanami #jujutsu kaisen nanami #kento x reader #i miss him so bad u guys :( #nanamin

[ughgoaway]

my favourite fics and writers

hi, y'all!! so I've decided that this year, I want to be more appreciative of all the amazing content we have on this app, and thank the writers providing it. this was inspired by Lily (lastnightwaskindofablur) who shared how long it took her to write her series, and it made me realise how much time and love are poured into these fics.

so this list is basically everyone im following, and my favourite piece of writing from them! I don't think I've forgotten anyone, but if I have IM SO SORRY!! if I am following you- I'm obsessed with you.

anyway, so sorry for tagging 1000 people but I love and appreciate you all so much!!

(so much rambling below the cut)

@64yrsold; “aches” is amazing and “wintering” is heartbreaking in the best way. Also, all of their one-shots are just amazing, I could read them over and over again!!

@abiiors; is not only one of the nicest people on this app (and maybe the world) but also one of the most talented writers. so so many amazing fics that honestly, don't even get me started on bc I will talk for HOURS. but “haunt//bed” is one fic I can't stop coming back to. And “Three’s a Party” is… mind-numbingly good, it actually made me scream into a pillow when I read it for the first time. Vee also creates all the amazing 75 Tumblr activities so really she is to thank for SO MUCH content on here!! one of the kindest people I know, and I feel so lucky to call her my friend :)))

@yourtouchismidas; “ruins” was one of the first fics that had me checking AO3 every day for updates. truly heartbreaking and all-encompassing. and all the blurbs from it are also amazing. The dad! Matty content mixed with the angst is just so well done.

@shinycollarboneapologist; was the blog where I started rambling and sharing ideas, so she is to thank for all the friends I've made on here!!! The Taylor verse is PHENOMENAL and “illicit affairs” is a fav. but “clandestine” has invaded my brain so much I literally dream about it regularly... so I have to say that's my no.1

@imagine-that-100; I first discovered her series "Drunk” on ao3 and then promptly binged everything on her masterlist (multiple times...) “Chicken Shop Date” is just a masterpiece (she and her co-writer are AMAZING on this and I will ramble about her later), but my personal fav is “truth serum”. I have probably read that fic about 50 times over and I love it just as much every time!!!

@heyidkyay; I first read “Who Can Say No to Bridezilla?” and became obsessed on ao3. but then I found them on Tumblr and was completely sucked into "I guess I'll take this pain, instead of your name" which is quite possibly the best George series on here. so much character building and back story, and overall just a phenomenal fic.

@justlikemebutsixfootthree; has some of the best smut on this app,” The Birthday Party” is probably my most re-read because it is just an absolute masterpiece. but “insane” and “direction” are also both amazing.

@imightgetbetter; was one of the first blogs I discovered on here, and I fell in love with the whole “Love It If We Made It” series. such an amazing development of a relationship and their writing is AMAZING. but my absolute favourites have to be “Bets are off” and “I love dilfs.”

@butyou-callmewhenyourebored; has such good Ross content all around, truly providing for the Ross girlies!!! but the Leeds au blurb 1 is my fav from them!

@drivelikeiido; has some beautiful fluff, and I just love the way they write Matty. but (not so) important decisions just make my heart warm like nothing else!!!

@toomuchracket; my beloved mads!! the fun wine aunt of 1975 Tumblr. I mean I could talk for 17 pages about my love for all of her au's... birthday party is the perfect supportive husband, d-word is the best slutty old man content on this app lol and flatmate is the friends-to-lovers content we all yearn for. asking me to choose my favourite Mads fic is like choosing a favourite child, but right now it has to be totally wrecked. I think that has altered my brain chemistry in an indescribable way… (edit; since writing this she has put out possibly my no.1 fic of all time, “and this is how it starts” so I just had to mention how much I fucking adore it)

@lottiecrabie; I mean... what else is there to even say about Lottie other than she is one of the best writers I have ever read. truly the mother of 1975 Tumblr. “rockstar girlfriend” and “pray for my soul” both have such special places in my heart, but anatomy au locked a new section in my brain fr. that little loser lives in my head rent free!!!

@tillthelandslide; is so so kind and has some amazing series I would recommend to EVERYONE. “insufferable asshole” is one of my absolute favourites, I love a grovelling man what can I say!!! but “Same for You” has me flipping sides every chapter, I still can't choose if I'm team Ross or team Matty.

@lastnightwaskindofablur; what more can I sat about the whole ATPOAIM universe other than it is quite literally phenomenal. the amount of time and effort poured into the Brittany Jackson universe is so clear by how amazing each fic and blurb is. my absolute favourite thought is "Christmas isn't cancelled (just you.)" from the 12 days of Christmas. it is easily one of my favourite fics I've read!!! She is also the whole inspiration behind this list and made me realise how important thanking your favourite writers really is.

@cowboylor; ohmyLORD the smut on this blog is just... wowowoowowowow. actually made me nervous to attempt smut because of how good theirs is. "Cabin Fever" is probably my favourite, I love a good threesome fic.

@alovesreading; the other half of the JAW DROPPING series that is “Chicken Shop Date”. the hours that have been put into that fic are so clear in how well thought out it is. every word feels purposefully placed, and every chapter fucking HITS. A also writes amazing fics for Alex Turner and is slowly making me an Alex girlie just by how good her writing is...

@bookish-strawberry; such such good fics in the "You and Me Till the End Universe". Ambrose has just created such loveable characters and you can't help but adore his writing. “alleyway” pt 1 and 2 are my favourites, I do love some fwb content.

@hypersonic04; her teacher Ross universe is just great, every blurb and fic just radiates the love between the characters that she has created!! but my absolute favourite fic of hers has to be "Tis the damn season", it somehow made me love one of my favourite songs even more.

@cows-wearing-my-sweater; has some amazing one-shots, and his work on “Eternal Summer” is absolutely beautiful. she manages to make you feel the warmth of summer through a screen, and it's fucking beautiful. 

@poisonmedaddy13; Ross girlies do I have the blog for YOU. so much good Ross-tent, but my all-time favourite is the “Mirrorball” series. As someone who HEAVILY relates to that song, that fic is just... so so real and amazing. every chapter is just as good as the last, if not better!

@cryley; her “Petichor” series is just fluffy perfection, I have probably read it over 10 times and will 1000% be reading it at least 10 more...

@thefrontofmymind; has so many great matty fics/imagines, “Helping Hand” jumps out easily as my favourite though. Once again, friends with benefits is ALWAYS gonna slap. especially when they confess their feelings at the end!!!! ahhh so good. “Proof Positive” is such a good Ross fic, if you like pregnancy fics I would HIGHLY recommend it.

@uramilf; did the 12 days of Christmas last year, and every day was amazing!!! But £The Record Shop” is my favourite series from her, love and music combined are too perfect for me not to adore.

@3terna15unshin3; Marcey's fic "then because she goes" had me refreshing ao3 DAILY. este is such a well-rounded and beautiful character, her and Matty's love makes me so lovesick it's CRAZY. that whole series is my favourite, and my fav blurb from that universe is Toothbrush. Este and Matty are so beloved by me <333

@because-she-goes; has an amazing universe with Matty and an OC that I adore, Nora is such a lovely character and every fic about them makes me giddy. "black lace" and "Summer Girl" are my favourites of their fics though!

@theseventyfive; has such a way with words, every fic makes me giggle and kick my feet. but if you saw my tags on my reblog of "not so secret Santa" you know how deeply I adore that fic. the writing on it is beautiful and makes you feel warm somehow??? amazing.

@wrongendofurcigarette; George girlies it's your time to shine!!!! "sun-soaked" and "wet" swirl in my mind whenever I see a pic of George looking... particularly good. but recently she has created an actress reader au that I am BUZZING for. that little snippet was... wowowowowowowow

@automaticllamacycle; OLIVE!!!!! once again, such a nice and genuine human being and I am so so lucky to chat with her because she is the best hypeman EVER. and is amazing to bounce ideas off of. just such a kind person and I am blessed to scream to her over DM. her coffee shop AU might be my most-read fic ever. it was my daily routine at one point to wake up, go to AO3 and read that fic. when part 2 came out???? I DIEDDDDDDD. but also all of olives horny thoughts are... MUWAH chefs kiss.

@red---moon; "after party" is another fic I read regularly on ao3, sleepy matty after a party with flirting and then smut??? hellooooo yes please. also, “Souvenir” as a series is just amazing, so so so good.

@maxverstappensflatbrim; “show me yours” is such a beautiful universe, and has SO MANY CHAPTERS for you to become obsessed with. I just love every character in that universe, and Mac’s writing is amazing.

@justanamesstuff; “All I Need” is such an amazing series, and I would recommend it to anyone who loves Dad! Matty content!! But all her blubs are worth reading too!!

@procrastinatinglikeapro; is so so sweet and has some absolutely mind-blowing fics. I must have read her entire masterlist 10 times over at this point. Choosing a favourite is hard, but “Does it matter” as a series has me HOOKED. (but also I love “mango lipgloss” and “wear my name around your neck”… don't make me choose okay)

@mybrokenveins3000; college ross SUPREMACY!!! She is right when she says she is proud of “everyday rockstar” because it's easily my fav!!

@wrestletotheground; has some absolute BANGERS that everyone MUST read. Once again, the ross-tent on this blog is amazing. “Crime and Punishment” is my fav Matty fic from them, and she absolutely killed it with “Settle Down” for Ross!!

@steel-elle; beautiful writing with everything she does, but my favourite has to be “But I stay when it's hard, or it's wrong, or we're making mistakes” (is this also because I love the song New Year's Day?? perhaps…)

@kscheibles; “e la vita” is so stunning I don't even know how to verbalise it. That fic has a portion of my heart FOREVER. But college bf! Matty is truly the man we all deserve, and I am obsessed with him.

@think0fmehigh; molly!!! My love!!! What else is there to say about Molly other than she might be my fav filthy smut writer on this app, and thats a tough competition. Every time I get a snippet in DM’s from her, I feel like one of the luckiest human beings alive. Molly does not have a bad fic (despite her protests im sure) but my top two (because I CANT CHOOSE JUST ONE) have to be “Birthday Girl” and “You Get Me So High.” but honestly if you have the time, bless your life by reading every word she's ever written.

@controlmyfeet; DAD MATTY FIC. thats all I even need to say, it is SO SWEET and it makes me so happy!!!!

@bfiaflbox; sooooo much good content, but my favourites are “Wintering” and “Tonight I Wish I Was Your Girl” !!

@nowshesdoingitallthetime; kirke. This is me BEGGING for more bartender matty!!! “Cocktails, Cowboys and back alleys” is MWUAH MWUAH MWUAH. Bartender Matty is a need, I adored every second of that fic.

@wiintring; I NEED more from Christina!!! Her writing is all wonderful, and “Come here dressed in black now” does live in my mind!!! 

@grocerystorelist; “body of Christ” is made for the religious trauma girlies and the fleabag girls. PREIST MATTY DRIVES ME CRAZYYYYY. Leila is so talented, it's crazy.

@forcryingoutlloud; wowwowwowwow the smutty content on this blog… its sooooooo good. “Beg for it” and “greedy” did melt my brain in the absolute best way, like I was genuinely SWEATING at how hot it was. As is everything on her masterlist!!

@hrryshoney; gyno! Matty unlocked a whole new side to me that I had NO IDEA was there. Like… insane. And the newest photographer reader fic also drove me CRAZY because I do love a cocky fictional man and some semi-public sex…

@the1975attheirverybest; Halla’s blog is a great place for discussion, good writing and crazy intelligent analysis of the band. “Education” and “being funny in a foreign language” are just… art. Truly. The character of Amelia and the characterisation of Matty are some of my favourites on this app. Hot smut, good writing and a lovely human being- what else do you need hellooo?? (also the pegging blurb from ages ago… yeah I think about her A LOT.)

@sugar-coat-it; FILTY, AMAZING SMUT. literally, every piece on Belle’s masterlist is worth reading 100 times over. Her newest thigh-riding blurb has been rotting my brain, I can't stop going back to it and reading it. Also, the Kylo Ren fic… mask kink unlocked fr. and the matty helping you deepthroat fic is also incredible. (can I just name everything she's done orrr???)

@cinomn; Nina has some great content, and I would genuinely recommend anything!! My favourite has to be “Summer Nights”, but it's a TOUGH competition tbh!!

@noacfslut; THE WRITING SPEED ON THIS BLOG?? MIND BOGGILING. And not only is Elle speedy, but every fic all absolutely wonderful. “Jealousy jealousy” and “undo” are my favourites, but that might change when I get the chance to read her mechanic au, because from what I've heard, it's also extraordinary.

[oh-austin]

not my husband (austin butler)

summary: it's your first night out since having ines and in your drunken state you're surprised to find that the attractive man looking after your baby has the same name as your husband.. and looks a lot like him too

request: I was wondering if you could please please write an imagine going out drinking with friends and Austin coming to pick you up and telling him you have a boyfriend. He said it’s him, and his name and being super drunk telling him your boyfriend has the same name. Basically being super drunk and Austin having a way harder time than originally expected but finds it hilarious and cute?

authors note / warnings: mentions of alcohol! i changed this request slightly, because I see boyfriend!austin and raise you husband!austin- I hope you love it!! <3 also planning on writing 'going method' soon which should be fun!!

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You were concerned earlier on in the night that you wouldn't be able to leave Ines at home with Austin. However, now was a different story. Skulling your drink on the sidewalk, whiskey dribbling down your chin, your Uber approaching at an alarmingly fast rate. Your stamina since being pregnant had dwindled immensely when it came to alcohol, so you abandoned the half empty glass on a nearby table outside of the restaurant you had eaten at.

Your friends weren't in much better states. One of them having to be picked up earlier on in the night, they didn't make it to the main course. Sure, you were still periodically checking your phone, updates coming from Austin on an hour rotation- selfies of him and Ines beginning to fill up your text chain. But seeing all your friends again and being able to let go was enough of a distraction from how much you missed your husband and daughter.

So as you stumbled into the Uber, you couldn't help but be filled with warmth as you thought about how you would soon be snuggled up on the couch with them both.

You thanked the driver before getting out of the car, the yellow light coming from your living room made you feel happy to be home. The door was left unlocked for you, which was helpful because you didn't have to fumble with your keys to get inside. You kicked off your heels and left them in the doorway as you shut the front door behind you.

"Hey pretty mama," A man's voice startled you. You turned around to meet soft blue eyes that could still pierce a soul and lips that could've been crafted by the Gods. "How was your night?" He came over to you and leant in for a kiss.

"Um- no," You pulled away suddenly before his lips could touch yours, "I can't kiss you,"

Austin's face dropped, confusion flooded his features. "What, why?" He asked.

"You're really cute, but-" You sighed with wide eyes, dumbfounded that someone would try this with you- "I'm married,"

Austin had to stop himself from bursting out in laughter. Your slurred words and smudged mascara under your eyes, showed him that you were drunk- but he didn't think you were that drunk.

"And we have a baby together, like I'm wearing a wedding ring!" You held the wrong hand up for a moment before switching to show your ring to Austin, he stifled a laugh. "I can't believe you would hit on a married woman? Who does that?" You scoffed, "You're lucky that Austin isn't here," You slurred.

"Baby baby baby," Austin said as he rested his hands on your upper arms, rubbing them up and down to soothe you in your drunken state, "I'm Austin,"

You stood there for a moment, just looking at him- expression blank. "It's a very common name," You shrugged. Austin couldn't help himself, he let a laugh erupt from his chest. "Shh!" You scolded him, "My daughter is probably asleep right now," Your arms were suddenly crossed over your chest, "My poor husband had her all alone tonight,"

"Mama, I am your husband- I know I had her alone," He was bewildered with the fact that his wife was so intoxicated that she was having trouble recognising him. "It's just me, baby"

You let Austin take you into his arms, he held up your head as you gazed up at him. "Oh my god, Austin!" You smiled, your voice coated with relief as you realised who was holding you. "How are you?"

"I'm good baby," He chuckled, his smile reaching his eyes, "You had a good night?"

"Yeah," You nodded slowly, your eyes were beginning to flutter, "I had a great night, but I missed you and Nezzie a lot,"

"We can go see Nezzie and then get you into bed," He nodded, "Sound like a plan?" Austin asked, admiring your flushed cheeks.

"Definitely,"

#Austin butler #austin butler imagine #austin butler one shot #austin butler drabble #austin butler x reader #austin butler fluff #elvis 2022 #celeste writes fics

[thekatebridgerton]

The thing about Colin...

So I've been seeing a lot of discourse lately about how Polin shippers never seem to care about Colin. And it made me realize I've never actually done a deep dive on why I find his character so interesting. The way I've done with Anthony and sometimes Benedict. So let's have a talk about Colin Bridgerton

I am very much attached to book Colin in the sense that in RMB we get to see something cute Luke hasn't shown yet: the depth behind his smiling face. And pretty much in the same way Hunger games movie viewers don't realize how they become part of the capitol when they reduce Katniss struggle to just her relationship with Peeta and Gale. Colin Bridgerton is the perfect example of how we become part of 'the ton' when we reduce Colin to simply his smiling happy go lucky looking self.

Because Colin is a great friend, I've said it many times, I would love to have a friend like him, he's very loyal, wouldn't abandon someone in need if he could help it, he has a great sense of humor, he is supportive and kind, roots for the people he loves and encourages them to follow their dreams. It makes sense for his favorite sister to be Daphne because, during Daphne's book, the reason she couldn't find a husband was because men got to know her and saw her as such a good friend it didn't register that she was also a woman.

Colin on the outside is in fact the quintessential happy, smiling, friendly gentleman. Penelope thinks that, lady Whistledown writes that. We as readers are fooled into thinking that as well. This is where it gets fun.

Because there's a point in the narrative where Colin shows his dark side and the reader is like 'wait where did that come from? I've never seen him act like that before ' and of course you didn't dear reader, you're the ton, you're the person who only knows him from Lady Whistledown. That's the trick. Because he didn't show his dark side to you! He's never shown it to anyone! He's charming Colin!

And this is where I absolutely love Colin. Because yes, he's funny and charming and a riot to hang out with, he's well read, well traveled and an excellent conversationalist. But behind all that, is a man who feels deeply and loves passionately and gets easily frustrated, what I mean to say is that underneath Charming Colin, is someone completely different who doesn't know how to break out of the label everyone has put on him for so many years and expresses his emotions in a clumsy extravagant way that is so Colin. Also behold, surprise surprise, he has a temper, he's got a responsible streak that's more in line with Anthony's years of conditioning than he would care to admit. And insecurities about his place in the world that lead him to lash out a time or two.

So if you ask me, I like the Colin we get to know underneath the superficial charming Colin thing he's got going on, more than I like the version we get in Lady Whistledown.

And it's funny seeing so many show viewers take his character at face value. Even Polin shippers, write him off as ' cute cuddly wouldn't harm a fly Colin, super friendly, clueless Colin ' when he's actually one of the most deep characters there is, exactly because he's a social chameleon and tailors himself to be what he thinks people expect him to be. As a third son, as a brother and as a friend. Never actually showing anyone his negative side because he thinks people won't like him any more ( and from the comments I see dissing his characterization in RMB that may very well be true)

The man may not have created a whole alter ego to blow off his negative emotions but believe me he has them and he's self aware enough to know he's expected to never show them. Which is actually worse in the long run because he ends up a mess of surpressed dissatisfaction and frustration.

Maybe that's what I find so interesting about him that his character is just as two faced as Penelope. I'm not saying that Colin isn't genuinely nice and funny and friendly. I'm saying he's not like that 24/7 and that he pretends he is just to cover up his insecurities. Because deep down he wants to be liked and doesn't tolerate rejection well.

It takes a lot for him to come to terms with the fact that he wants to be liked for who he truly is and not just for the mask he puts up Infront of the ton and his family. Assimilating both his happy go lucky charming side, with his darker more temperamental and dominant side that he never showed to people before. It's as much of a journey of self discovery for Colin as it is for the reader.

I had hopes that in s3 we actually were led to find out that no Colin isn't actually some clueless himbo all the time, because underneath that he's just as restless and dissatisfied with himself as the rest of his family but he doesn't show it. I would love for s3 to take us behind the scenes of clueless Colin to show us exactly all those sides of him he doesn't share with anyone else. But I don't know, maybe Shondaland will keep him just as friendly and seemingly wonderful as it's been showing him so far.

And that's the tea

#polin #colin bridgerton #we need to talk about Colin

[msjr0119]

This Life

The majority of characters belong to Pixelberry from The Royal Romance/Heir.

Series warnings ⚠️: Adult language, sexual.

Based on the Netflix series- Sex/life. Some situations are based on canon.

Tags: Because I’ve been gone MIA in like forever I don’t know who’s here anymore 🙈… so I’m not tagging specific people.

****

School psychologists aren't supposed to write books or diaries about sex. Doing so would be considered 'unethical' and 'a fireable offense'. Lucky for you, ethics was never my strong suit.

****

January 3rd

New year. New start? No. Same shit, different year. It hasn’t always been ‘bad’ though.

There was a time in my life where I was; wild, fun, happy. I was living the time of my life. As if there was no tomorrow. No worries. Anxiety- what anxiety? No sleep. It didn’t matter to me. Caffeine was my best friend as well as Liv. Both getting me through each day. Thinking back to those days- I was vulnerable. The reason why… HIM.

The man who has not been named ‘out loud’ in nearly a decade. However, just recently the memories keep flooding in my mind. I’m not sure why? As much as I try to erase them, they return immediately. Today I spent the afternoon vacantly staring at my child as he caused chaos around me. Typical toddler, some may suggest. My boy- he was…is, a blessing. To begin with, I wasn’t sure if I could be a mother. Half of the time, I’m surprised that I’ve managed to look after myself all of these years. Motherhood- that was never a high priority in my future when I imagined my fairytale life in my adolescence. Honestly, my only goal in life was to achieve my PHD in Psychology. Oh, how that went ‘tits up’.

My husband- he was my saviour five years ago. Most of our close friends and family assumed that Nate was just a rebound. Deep down, I probably believed that too back then. However, he proved everyone wrong- including myself. For the last five years he’s provided for me but for also for Preston. Most people would think that I sound ungrateful for the life that I have. Maybe I am?

The majority would dream for what I have; the wonderful house outside the city. The opportunity to not have to work for now- the life of a typical housewife. The privilege to own nice yet expensive cars due to Nate’s promotion. And not forgetting the support from Preston’s nanny- Ioana. Why isn’t all of this enough for me? I often think…What if, I had never agreed to that coffee date with Nate on our first meeting? Would my life have been any different? Could I have rekindled with the man who made me feel invisible- electrified? The intimacy with him. God, I miss it. I miss him. Back then, I was caught up in the euphoria of the moment. ‘For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, to love and cherish, until parted by death’ I keep reminding myself about the vows that we made- ‘I am happily married’. But, is that true?

“Shit!” Looking at her watch, Riley realised that the day had rapidly disappeared. Nate could be returning home at any point.

“Mommy, you….”

“I know, Preston. I’m sorry I said a naughty word.” Scrutinising the mess surrounding them- Riley deleted all of what she had noted down, before rushing around like a headless chicken in her night wear still. Hearing the door open, she panicked slightly before recognising the familiar face. Phew.

“Excuse me, Miss Riley- but your sister and Mr Liam have just got here. I can take Preston for his bath if you’d like?”

Shit.

“Erm, Ioana- let them in, I’ll quickly run upstairs and make myself decent. Preston, honey- why don’t you show Ioana the train track that we made earlier on? It’s amazing isn’t it?”

“Okay, Mommy.”

“I don’t know why they are here?!” Ioana provided a soft smile towards Riley as she mouthed this and guested that she would be one minute.

Running back downstairs dodging the washing and stray toys, Riley realised that she had two missed calls and voicemails.

Hey, girl.

Sorry I didn’t return your call earlier on. It’s been a busy crazy day. I’m back in the city- you sounded a bit upset on the voicemail. Meet up, tomorrow? Let me know.

Hello beautiful,

Just to let you know, I’m running slightly behind tonight. Emergency meeting with Katrina and ‘the big boy bosses’. I hopefully won’t be too long. I will grab some food at work- just see to yourself and Preston. Love you.

“Nothing new there, then. Working late again wasn’t expecting that at all- oh silly, me. He’s probably so far up her arse…..”

“Riley.” Lindsey shouted interrupting her sisters negative thoughts regarding her husband and his new boss.

“Hey guys. Sorry about the mess. Erm… it was Nate’s first day back at work and myself and Preston are still in the holiday mood. We still need to get back into the normal routine… anyway…. What are you doing here?” Lindsey and Liam gave each other a look- they both didn’t know how to ‘sweet talk’ the discussion that they needed to have with Riley.

“Well… we haven’t seen you since Christmas. So we thought that we’d pay you a visit.”

“It was less than two weeks ago, we’ve gone months without seeing each other before.”

“Erm…” Lindsey stuttered which encouraged Liam to continue the conversation. “Well we know that Nate is working longer hours now- we know that you have Ioana for company but if you wanted a different change of scenery…. We are here. Always.” Focusing her attention towards her sister instead of Liam - Lindsey provided a sheepish smile towards Riley.

“Linz you’ve always been a rubbish liar. What’s the real reason as to why you’ve spontaneously shown up here?”

“Ioana, are you okay looking after Preston for a couple of extra hours whilst we take Riley to the city? Mommy’s night off. I believe she deserves it?”

“Of course, Mr Liam. That is no problem. I agree, Miss Riley should go and enjoy herself.”

****

New York is a city of diversity and dynamism. As well as a city of politics, economy and culture. Even though I don’t live within the city anymore- this is home. The natural feeling of ‘home’ occurs every time that I enter the city. Each corner has a different story to tell. Mixed emotions. Memories both bad and good that will last a lifetime.

To begin with- Riley kept looking over her shoulder in the bars that the trio had entered. Was there some hope that she could see him? If there was to be an unexpected meeting she wasn’t quite sure on how to react. Due to anxiety and nerves - Riley began to take advantage of the alcohol as well as the child free night. The last known location for the man in question was California. Because of this she began to let her hair loose - something which pleased Lindsey but also worried her at the same time.

“Liv’s flat is literally next door. I’ll just go and surprise her and see if she wants to join us, okay?”

“Okay, we’ll get you both a drink. Gin and tonic?” Liam asked.

“No, make it two JD and cokes. It’s what myself and Liv always had during our… fun… days. Nights. Mornings…. I’ll be two minutes.”

“Liam- JD and coke, minus the JD for Ri.” Lindsey whispered to her husband, as they watched Riley enter the flat safely.

“I think she will need a coffee rather than fizzy pop to attempt to conceal the alcohol consumption from Nate. When Riley returns with or without Liv we are telling her the truth, Linz. Olivia will be the extra support that she may require.”

****

“Surprise!”

“Ri… what are you doing here? I suggested to meet up tomorrow on the voicemail.”

“Yeah I know, but….” Stumbling against the wall, Olivia stepped out quickly shutting the door quietly.

“Are you drunk?”

“No! Maybe. Only, slightly.” Shrugging her shoulders, she knew that Nate would berate her for being in this position. However, she didn’t care for now.

“Anyway Linz and Liam sort of dragged me out to the city- because I can never get out, I thought you could join me- us. Like old times…. But obviously old times were just you and I. It’ll be fun though…. I need to talk to you anyway…. I’ve been having these weird dreams. Memories keep rushing back of me and him….” Before Riley could continue with her word vomit - Olivia prevented her from continuing.

“Now isn’t a good time….I’m still jet-lagged from Paris. Tomorrow would better, honey. For me. I can come to you… or you could come back to the city with Preston. Whichever is easier….”

“Who’s Preston?” Standing frozen as if she had seen a ghost, Riley’s brain began to shrivel and not function properly. “I’m assuming he’s the new lucky man in your life?” Not responding to the questions- Riley couldn’t distinguish reality from fantasy.

“It’s good to see you, Brooks.”

#the royal romance #Riley x drake #riley brooks #drake Walker #Liam Rys #trr fanfic #trr au fanfic #tw swearing #tw mention of sex #theroyalromance #choices trr

[spookyserenades]

Dana!!! I hope you're feeling better and I can't thank you enough for giving us trouville for FREE!! We're truly spoiled with this story 😔 some thoughts:

- the Jimin moment was so sweet, I love our yeehaw boy. I'll kiss his boo boos away any day and i'd also sick him with the hello kitty bandaid too cuz we live an aesthetic lifestyle

- love the mystery gang team, so much development in their segment, its crazy what a late night van drive will do to people lol

- i like also got a headache when MC was thinking about how much a Disney trip for 8 people would cost. In THIS economy? Sorry Hoseok you're just gonna have to freeze. I know she must have a lot saved up from when she was a vet but paying for a house that big and for so many people? She's a money mastermind

- Alice is such a fun character, I'm glad she suggested making the boys jealous so they'd maybe be kicked into high gear, she's doing the lord work cuz we were all thinking it. What more shenanigans will this open us up to 🤔👀

- I stg I'm ot7 but jeezus trouville yoongi does in fact own my entire being, I want him in a way concerning to feminism and so does MC lol. That spicy part was everything but I was so scared someone would walk in on them but thankfully that didn't happen, I would have freaked!!!!

- Jin and MC cooking!!!! Thats my husband fr and speaking of which- WE GOT HIM BOYS, THATS ANOTHER ONE IN THE BAG!!!!!!!! WE'RE 2 FOR 7 ON BAGGING THE TROUVILLE BOYS!!! 😤😤😤 IT FEELs SO GOOD 😫😫😫 THE WAY I SCREECHED. So so so so so good. Perfect place to leave us for next chapter I'm extremely excited! ❤

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AHH HI LOVE! I am finally feeling better whewww boy I forgot what it's like to be sickly LMAO. Excited to hear your thoughts about the newest update hehe, thank you for reading and sending in your precious feedback 🥺

I love the little moments MC has with Jimin!!! I hope he's giving hopeless romantic in Trouvaille, I think it's fitting for his rancher background, and his Libraness fhdksafd. I also love the visual of manly cowboy Jimin with the Hello Kitty bandaid, he probably looked down at it a bunch afterwards and blushed thinking about MC AHHHH!! The mystery gang, omg. My literal DREAM is to formulate a paranormal investigation team, ESPECIALLY with Namkook. Just having Joon's insightfulness and Jeongguk's fearlessness I think it would be absolutely perfect. I can't wait to write more about their adventures in all of the upcoming chapters!

HA SCREAMINGGGG No like she'd need a small loan of a million dollars for a Disney trip with all of them. It would be such a cute little drabble or plot arc to write though, all of them going on rides and whatnot. Or spicy hotel smut lol Lucky MC inherited that house from her grandparents, and her dad ended up being wealthy from his contributions to hybrid cardiology surgery, so she was pretty much born into deep pockets LOL... that's the beauty of fiction, we get to pretend we were born into bottomless wealth 💀

AH I'm so glad you like Alice 🥺 It was important to me that MC had other friends besides the hybrids! You need some friends to confide in, not just romantic interests, and MC's friends are supportive but also give her reality checks when she needs them. Alice is soooo real for telling her use jealousy to her advantage, considering MC is a little avoidant of confrontation LOL.

fdkasf BESTIE I'm hyung line (Namjoon ult) biased, and Trouvaille Yoongi is seriously trying to snatch me away from my other three. I, too, need him biblically, and would let him have his way with me 💀 AH the smut.... he's such a giver, definitely a soft dom 🥰 I'd dieeee too if one of the others walked in. Thankfully, they were the only two at home during that scene!

JINNIE COOKING CLASS. I love love lovedddd writing that scene, Seokjin is such husband material and especially in Trouvaille, he deserves to have fun with a new hobby 🥺 AND FINALLY ANOTHER CONFESSION!!!! Seokjin hasn't been subtle with his feelings, especially in the past few chapters, so I'm glad he was finally brave enough to fess up. MC was probably relieved that she didn't have to do it first 😭💀 AH I'm excited to see how she reacts in the next chapter hehee!

Thank you for reading the latest update and sending me all of your thoughts bestie 💜💜💜

#asks #trouvaille #dana's thoughts #🍒 anon

[skeppsbrott]

Rating Nobel Dinner outfits

I’m home sick so we’re gonna look at the most specialiest of awards shows, ie the one where a bunch of very intelligent and/or rich and/or influential and/or un/lucky people get to eat a very expensive dinner on camera. I am Swedish and obviously biased but here we go.

Warning for long post so if you’re on your PC press J to skip and if you’re on phone idk suffer or something.

Starting off with the Swedish royal house because idk they’re the hosts?

Okay they’re not but whatever.

Fun fact, I once had a teacher who worked in the castle wardrobes and the specifications about who gets to wear what and how and when is out of this world. LEFT TO RIGHT:

QUEEN SILVIA – Best part of this is the colour contrast between the purple and the baby blue. Looks kinda cheap aside from that. I am sure the lace fabric is very high in quality but my immediate reference is always going to be F21 tumblr girlies anno 2013. 4/10

CROWN PRINCESS VICTORIA – Looks like the collective American imagination of what a Crown Princess looks like so it is sort of like reviewing the concept of socks. That said, what is going on with the puckered hem? Queen also seems to have this issue. Come on. 5/10

PRINCESS CHRISTINA – Aspirational grandmother aesthetic. Cute! 6/10

PRINCESS SOFIA – Setting a standard, as it were. The high and decorated collar, the subtle quality of the material and colour, the cut of the skirt. I have some concerns about the end of the sleeves but if this was the minimum bar for royal gala wear I might be tempted by royalism. 7/10

Oh and you may notice a suspicious absence of menswear in this list and that is because those who wear anything but immaculate white tie are intensely rare.

THE NOBEL LAURATES

Ok so again with the white tie cavalcade but I want to give a shout out for laurate in medicine Svante Pääbo who 1) assumed he was gay until he met his wife and colleague Linda Vigilant and fell for her “boyish charms” before 2) proceeding to move in with her and her husband to live in some sort of throuple? Altogether, the bisexual representation we deserve.

LINDA VIGILANT – They’re a bit difficult to spot but there are DNA spirals on her shawl! Very synyhetic looking but understated colour with some lovely amber jewellery that looks excellent on her. Love the big chunky glasses. 7/10

ANNIE ERNAUX – Laurate in literature. Exactly what I think of when I think of “dignified French authoress”. 5/10

CAROLYN R. BERTOZZI – Laurate in chemistry. Very good use of two-toned fabric and sparkles. The slight pinstripe gives it something to hold onto, even if it doesn’t photograph well. 8/10

BETH PRICE – Partner of Bertozzi. First same-sex Nobel laurate partner. Can’t really see the dress but I am always biased towards black and red two-tone and she looks handsome in it. 6/10

PHAEDRIA MARIE ST. HILAIRE – Partner of Morten Meldal (laurate in chemistry). I haaaate the train. Looked super cheap in motion as well and especially when contrasted with Vigilant’s DNA spirals. 3/10

 THE SWEDISH PARTY LEADERS

Head of parliament is Ulf Kristersson and he is a despicable little man, contrasted with the leader of the Liberal party Johan Pehrson, who is a despicable big man. Additionally there is Jimmy Åkesson who is leader of the Sweden Democrats and simply despicable. But he wasn’t invited so at least there is that. Sole representative of the conservatives is thus Ebba Busch:

 EBBA BUSCH – Christian Democrat. Some of my friends were really into this but again with the lace fabric… I also think it is very bottom heavy and unflattering. It’s like someone mashed up a wedding dress and a Victorian mourning gown. At least the bodice is flattering. 4/10

ANNIE LÖÖF – Centre party. Obligatory green dress on a redhead. I like that it is deceptively simple, I like the train, I like the use of a visually interesting fabric but maybe it is a bit too much. Wish she would have gone with a statement necklace + more narrow sleeves. 6/10

NOOSHI DADGOSTAR – Leftist party. There is nothing revolutionary about this dress but at least it sits well on her. Next. 3/10

MAGDALENA ANDERSSON – Social Democrat. Perfectly executed simplicity. Gorgeous fabric. Flattering cut. True mother-of-the-country moment. Ulf watch your back because this is a political revenge dress. 9/10

MÄRTA STENEVI – Green party. Not visible here is the ouster shell jewellery which I LOVED. Environmentalism aside this dress fucks and I love it. The smooth upper chest area combined with the fluffy and busy skirt and sleeves? The colours? Playful and attention grabbing and sincere all at the same time. 10/10

OTHERS

RUFUS WAINWRIGHT – Musician. Perhaps the only time Wainwright will out-rockstar Kevin Shields (who is here as partner to the daughter of one of the laurates). Admittedly a bit of a walk over but I like it! 7/10

ELIN KLINGA – Actress. When contrasted with Stenevi this becomes exponentially more horrifying. @ Nobel fashion coverage please stop putting this in front of my eyes. 2/10

WHOEVER THIS IS (member of Samédiggi?) – Excellent use of gákti. Land rights for Sámi/10

PERNILLA MÅNSSON COLT – TV host. Could be the platonic ideal of a black velvet evening gown but I don’t like the fit and I don’t like the fabric. 5/10

JESSIKA GEDIN – TV host. Exemplary queering of the male white tie ensemble. Excellent nails and other details. Could only be improved by being part of a pair. 9/10

CECILIA GRALDE – TV host. Very flattering colour and looks great in motion but genuinely the toned glasses are what makes this look. The MILF of the nation. 8/10

VICTORIA DYRING – TV host. Hair buns! Though looks kinda Star Wars when combined with the wrap collar? Big fan of the well-executed one-massive-sleeve. 7/10

#nobel banquet #bluh bluh #svenskheter

[mostlymaudlin]

Instagram husband? 👀🤭

@thewholelemon asked for this too!

so, some may be familiar with my great british bake off au, Nothing Equals The Splendor. this takes place in the same universe! it's another one where im not sure why i didn't finish it, because it's over halfway done.. but whatever lol. im actually going to put the rest under a read more because there's a HUGE spoiler for the original fic!!

soooo if you remember, simon won the championship. and now he has to be really active on social media to reap the benefits. and baz makes it his mission to ensure that they have good content to post LOL, so he's constantly taking pics of simon (like an instagram husband). the fic is actually told in a collection of outsider POV vignettes -- niall, shep, dev, and penny -- before coming back to simon/baz povs.

now that im looking at this, i think the reason i stopped writing it is that there's Tension that arises between simon and baz bc of all this social media stuff and i kind of didnt want to deal with it once i got into their heads -- bc the outside povs were so fun!! esp bc i loved my versions of niall and dev in this verse.

i'll give you the full dev pov scene, because why not lol:

I didn’t expect Malcolm to take Baz’s whole new thing well. Baz’s dad has always put a lot of pressure on him. I don’t think he expected Natasha Pitch’s son to grow up to be a queer socialist. (Baz’s politics are kind of bullshit since he’s still paying rent and tuition with Daddy’s old family money. But so am I, so I can’t really judge.)

Anyway, I certainly didn’t expect this: Malcolm and Baz’s boyfriend chummin’ it up at my grandmother’s garden party. Simon had expressed mild interest in Malcolm’s newest magickal livestock endeavor (Literal fire-breathing guinea pigs. Inspired.). It devolved from there. 

I’ve always maintained that my uncle Malcolm is a softie underneath it all — mostly because I know that’s how Baz is. The Grimms are sensitive folks. And as soon as you give their weird niche topics a spoonful of attention, they fall apart like putty in your hands. You should hear Baz wax on about baking, it’s insufferable. But also very sweet. 

Or maybe Simon Snow has some kind of secret key to a Grimm’s heart. 

“Wait, my American friend taught me this one,” Simon says, reaching his hands out for Malcolm’s youngest kid, Swithin. “I've been working on the railroad / All the live-long day. / I've been working on the railroad / Just to pass the time away!”

They’re several drinks deep, passing Swithin back and forth on the steps of the back porch and singing him nursery rhymes. Malcolm just finished a rousing rendition of Ladybird, Ladybird! that made Swithin coo with laughter. 

“Dinah, won't you blow, / Dinah, won't you blow, / Dinah, won't you blow your horn?” Simon’s voice is carrying now, Swithin bouncing joyously on his knee. 

Daphne and I are standing nearby, watching the whole affair with wide eyes. 

“What is happening right now?” Baz hisses. I jump — I hate when he sneaks up on me. Stealthy motherfucker. 

“Shhhh,” I say, putting a hand on his shoulder. “They’re bonding. Nature is healing.”

Daphne laughs at that, loud enough that both Malcolm and Simon look over at us, cheeks equally pink as they realize they’re putting on a show. Daphne takes out her phone and takes a photo of them. She’s lucky the porch lights are on — the sky is a dusky purple at this stage in the evening.  

“Could you please send that to me, Mum?” Baz asks, his voice small. I’m worried he genuinely might cry. 

“It can go on my Instagram!” Simon calls over. Baz grins, walking over to sit next to him on the steps. Swithin reaches for Baz, and he swoops him up, kissing his forehead. Then he leans over and kisses Simon’s forehead as well. 

Malcolm doesn’t even flinch.

#my writing #nothing equals the splendor

[mimosapd]

i spent some time making my new ocs concept this week, but i don't think i should spread them out since they're just scribble, so today's scribble includes NEW OCS!!!!!!!!

the scribble today is a week late, but! there isn't any pattern or rule right? anyway

i just love to draw these two, it'd warm my heart with their lovely cuddles hmhm...

some Sacabambaspis, drawing them made me realized how skill less i am at drawing rounded masses... ...thank you, Sacabambaspis!

next is all my picture concepts of new ocs, i've thinking of their setting for a long time, they all work in a bakery! i wonder what form of stories should i make for them?

i started with one of their portrait, and then i think it will be much more fun to just draw their portraits all at one time before write each of their setting and background... cause that would surely be exhausting and boring! also, i don't have their name yet... names are hard to think of......

meet the boss! she is in charge of many management and pastries development things, she wanted to be a baker but she fell in to an accident and lost one eye in the bakery school... so she decided to stop field work.. but she still wants a bakery career, so she open a pastry with her old friends in university and bakery school! she's rich, that's why she can randomly open a non-chained bakery in a city big like Chengdu, at least she has chance to try, they have to compete with others to survive in the market... that's why she found these talented baker like

this is the boss's bakery school schoolmate and friend! she's in charge of breads! she left her city for joining this business with the boss. and, also because her girlfriend is here, well, mostly because of her girlfriend is here! she can't stop rattling about her girlfriend, and a big fan of dumping her thoughts to others... that is annoying, but other than that, she's really cool!! you know, the swagger kind of gal. (yeah, she looks a bit like syrup i know!!)

this is the champion of a pastry match! she's, literally in charge of pastries, and can help with others without any skill issues. her family wants her to settle down in some chained bakery shop and find a husband, but she really wants her talent to be used! but without experience and support she only found this budding bakery with a weird boss... (been abused by a ex-boyfriend because of her eyebrows recently...)

this is a experienced middle-aged baker, he is in charge of cake! he really loves the art of baking, so he always wants to be in a part of development and actually making them in a non-chained bakery... at least he doesn't have bond to stop him from chasing his dream job that is... so there it is, boss found him! he has sensitive feelings, so please don't judge his whimsical creations!

this is the boss's best roommate in university! he's in charge of front management like cashing and managing. he changed a lot... but boss always support him, after leaving the college, he's having problem finding job, so boss gave a chance to him... though he just wants to stay with the boss...

(and ummm, he's sort of like pastille which i have no idea!! just think these as coincidence!!!!!!!! why did i just find my new ocs like the characters i've seen after making them waaaaaaaaaaaa)

and my ocs are really boring, i'm lack of imagination to create some fantasy stuff, so i just make some lucky ordinary people doing ordinary things pff

#my art~ #scrriby

[depressedhatakekakashi]

Please discard this question if it makes you uncomfortable but,

Your takes on the Naruto characters are so much fun to read, they're so unique and sometimes too relatable haha XD but they're also very intimidating to someone still figuring themselves out (me aa (⁠´⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠.̫⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠`⁠)). My question is, how did you grow to be comfortable enough to share them in public? And not just Naruto posts, do you have any tips on being more comfortable with oneself?

This is more about being vulnerable with yourself and your ideas then it is about Naruto, topics like these can be very burdensome, so if you don't feel like responding please don't. Wishing you a good day <3

Hchxuxz this is probably going to be a ling answer but i’ll try my best not to write you an essay.

First of all, it took me years to grow into being comfertable sharing my headcannons. When i first joined tumblr i was in the marvel fandom and it was very open ended but not really the best for feeling like you could be free with your headcanons.

I explored things like my own gender through the character of Hawkeye (Clint Barton, hence my AO3 name) and it was hard at times because in that fandom if people don’t like what you’re doing they say so and tbh there’s so many marvel fans that it’s overwhelming

But then I joined the star trek fandom. Because of the premise of star trek (diversity and tolérance) it was a lot more welcoming. People wanted to read about my trans McCoy headcannons and I got to read headcanons i hadn’t seen before (like Trans Uhura, Pan Spock, etc. Things i’d never thought of) and it really opened up my idea’s and allowed me to explore even more.

I didn’t stay in star trek fandom (even though i still adore star trek) because i just… didn’t have the creativity i wanted there. But it’s the fandom that really helped me open up and find comfirt

Not just fabdom helped me though. Space had a lot to do with me finding myself. I was lucky enough to live in other countries away from family, which gave me the freedom to explore who i really am and who i wanted to be. My husband and I were living in Israel when he first told me he was Bi and I told him that i thought I might be androgynous (my gender has changed since then as i found more comfort in myself, but it was a damn good starting point)

The big question though: how did I grow to be confertable enough to share my ideas

Marvel fandom helped me a lot with this. Even though i did leave the fandom, it was my first real experience with people getting mad at me for my takes and at first i let it get to me. I got genuinely upset.

Then when I started tompull away I realized i was letting it affect my real life. I was getting upset with my friends and my husband, and I wasn’t ok with that

I didn’t want to be that person

So i stepped back, took a breath, and thought ‘why do i care?’

I’ve been bullied my whole life for a variety of things. From being a ‘tomboy’ (gender non-confirming) to liking the wrong things (star trek and stargate fan in junior high and naruto fan in high school) to having shit spelling to just… being myself

I got tired of letting the bullies win and decided that I wasn’t going to do that anymore. Sure they could have their say and try and tear me down, but at the end of the day I have love and support and that’s what matters

I have an amazing husband

An amazing kiddo

My parents arn’t perfect but my mom will sure as shit fight anyone who try’s to call me ‘mom’ or ‘mommy’

I became comfertable sharing my reality and my headcannons simply because i stopped carinh about what others think. If they get downright rude and insulting i block them.

As you find yourself and search the world for your meaning and your reality, remmember this one very simple thing anon.

Other people matter, but their opinion’s stop mattering when they start tearing you down. No one has the right to tell you what your reality is. No one has the right to tell you how you should feel.

I found confidence because i realized other’s only tear you down to make themselves feel good. Stop letting them have that win. Stop giving then that confidence boost at the cost of your own confidence

You are amazing

You are beautiful

The world needs you as you are and as the person you are meant to be. Whoever that person is

#sorry it took a while to respond #i was getting hot coco for me and the kiddo

[pbandjesse]

Me and James are in the car in Philadelphia! It has been a long day but I got to see Jess and spend time with my husband and things have been great.

I slept pretty well last night. My nose was very runny last night and very stuffy this morning. So it was not. Amazing. But it was fine. I woke up felt pretty good overall.

I had wanted to wash my hair this morning but decided not to. I will do that tomorrow morning. Even if it made me pretty uncomfortable today. I liked my outfit and was in a good mood.

I didn't have anything to make for breakfast so I left here and headed to the museum and got McDonald's for breakfast. I ate in the car. And headed inside to see James.

After I said good morning to James. And went to the back where O'Malley and John were talking. I enjoyed their conversation while I worked on my countdown embroidery. I am really excited for this project.

The group came around 930. And so they went to give their tour. I went to set up my chase for the print shop.

Which was not easy. Whoever did it last sort of messed it up and it felt falling apart. And then the presses themselves were printing right. It was very frustrating. I made it work but there was a lot of cursing.

I hung out with Kaitlyn while we waited for the next program to start. And it was fun gossiping with her. And just talking about life and work. And then the college students started coming in. And they sounded so fun!! Lots of laughing. I was looking forward to the program.

And it would go really well. I was up with my printers. And it was a good time making prints. They were to hard on themselves when things didn't go perfectly. But like, we had fun and we made all the prints we needed.

My store was much different then normal because they were college kids. So we talked more frankly about how the workers would end up in debt and the realities of the time. And I think the had a lot to think about and it was nice talking to them. They had great questions.

Since my job was done I would go and make cans. O'Malley and Kaitlyn would join me and we would have a good time chatting and gossiping. I heard someone call that "giving the field report" and I love that idea. Puts us all on the same page. And it was nice making cans. I haven't done that in a while.

John joined us once he went to check on the presses. I told him all the issues I had been having and he agrees that the plates need to be redone. Hopefully that can get done soon because it's only going to get worse the more it gets used.

At 1 I went to give James a little break at the desk. It was a very busy day and they were pretty tired. So they went for a walk. Brought me a donut back. And I hung out at the desk with them until the group asked if I could watch the lunchroom with their bags until the group came back from the waters edge. They had a lecture about water quality and oysters. So I would chill in there. Jordan would come and join me and told me gossip from a different job. And we talked about our goals for this year.

He also had more fabric for me. Some good cotton stuff. So we would go and take that to the car. Before we went back to the break room and I finished my embroidery for the day! It's the first official day for my countdown project. I hope my embroidery gets better this month. It's nice to have the solid start and end and a good idea. Makes me feel good.

The day slowly wound down. And I went to sit with James until the end of the day. And the it was time to go! We had a long drive.

Jess was having a hard day. And lucky for her we were going to be within 45 minutes of her at James's friend's house for a game night. And so we invited her. And I even made sure they ordered a gluten free pizza because her work has had two pizza parties in the last month that she couldn't participate in and I thought it would mean a lot to her.

The drive out was nice. Though the sun was in my eyes a lot, reflecting on the side mirrors. But I was able to make three squares for my blanket. And enjoyed the podcast James chose. It was a nice ride.

It was very cold when we got there. But we found parking and headed over. There was a lot of people there!! I was surprised. I felt a little bad but I was focused on nothing but my phone, waiting for Jess to let me know she was there. Only a few minutes after us.

James went to get her. I had a piece of pizza. And then she was here. And we were so anti social. Posted up at a table by ourselves. We didn't even talk to Amy of the other girlfriends. We were just very focused on each other. We ate pizza and expanded on all our texting. We are always texting but we don't get the nuance so this was perfect. And eventually I set up a board game since it was technically a game night. And we played a game called "Ticket to Ride" where you try to build a railroad. As all indie games tend to, it has way to many rules, so we modified it a little. But it was so fun. And Jess won by our rules of counting points as we went. And I won if you just tallied the points at the end. So we both won and that was great.

We were there for a few hours. And it was lovely. But me and James still had to go into the city itself to see Noelle and Evan. And so it was time to say goodbye. Hugs all around. And then we were off.

Evan and Noelle's new place is so nice!! A cute townhouse. I would absolutely love living there. And I enjoyed the tour. They also had a couple gifts for us. They got me an excellent calendar made by a local artist and a little kitty paw cup. Super thoughtful. Love those guys.

We spent the next couple hours talking about all our medical nonsense. James accident. Trip ideas. The cats. Art. I love their company. I am so glad we were able to come out and spend time with them. I love how much Evan gets my work and Noelle make some feel very heard.

As it came to be 10 Evan made James so coffee for the road. And we had to say goodbye.

And now we are heading back to Baltimore. We should make it home by midnight. And then we will go right to sleep.

We have off tomorrow. And I think James wants to bike. I want to make stuff. I hope it's just a really nice day.

For you as well. I hope you got to spend time with people you love. Goodnight everyone. Take care of yourself!!

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #20

I was quite fallow today. Fallow and uninspired. I wonder if you get days like that. I wonder what you do when you have days like that. I started today by trying to rebuild a Dance Dance Revolution pad. I don't have any pictures to show you yet that are any good. But during my attempt at its reconstruction, I realized that I need at least 3 additional arms to do what I am trying to do. Unfortunately, I cannot spontaneously grow extra limbs. So I asked for help with the reconstruction of the item. Hopefully, that help will arrive tomorrow. I had intended to spend the day rebuilding this pad, and with that unexpected development, the wind in my sails was gone. I thought about going to Eggcellent to work on the music box, but for some reason I just couldn't muster up the energy for it. So I played Pokémon. I tried to stay hydrated. But that was basically it for today. Some days are like that for me. I've not quite figured out a pattern to when they occur. The only thing I know to do for it is to wait it out and try to take good care of myself in the meantime. It will be my birthday soon. I'm trying to get some of my favorite people in the same place at the same time for the sake of it. I thought of at least 15 people to invite. If I count myself and my husbands, that's 18 people. And I learned that trying to coordinate the schedules of 18 people is difficult, haha! It's looking like the week of my birthday is no good for basically anyone, so I'll select some other week. It also looks like I'll have to have two gatherings, because there were some irreconcilable differences in availability and the like. I think the anxiety of trying to coordinate everything and also waiting for responses might have also contributed to me being kind of thrown for a loop today. Oh well. It's incredibly lucky for me, I think, that I have so many people in my life now who actively want to help me celebrate the fact that I came into being. How swanky is that? :) I have asked them not to get me presents. I just want their time and company. We will go to places with tasty snacks and delight in each other's presence, and that will be good. I wonder what it would be like to have time and company with you as well. Would you attend? Would you come eat sushi or hotpot with us? Would you laugh at all our weird jokes? Join in our random conversations? Would you, finally being around other neurodivergent folk, feel like you belong somewhere for once? Would you have fun? Would you feel safe and welcomed? I've said before that you'd fit right in with us - our little band of misfits and minorities - people who have been "othered" by broader society. I still think you'd feel right at home with us. You won't find a less judgmental bunch of people anywhere, I think. :D I wish you could come hang out with us. Alas, the ponderings of such wishes can only exist in the land of daydreams. I'm more than a little tired for reasons that are unclear to me. So I guess I'll end this one here. May the knowledge that there is at least one person in the vastness of the universe who would welcome you to sushi and hotpot with friends lend you the necessary strength to keep yourself safe, as well as the necessary resolve to choose kind and loving means by which to remain safe. I'll write again sometime soon. Your friend, Lumine

#sephiroth #ThankYouFFVIIDevs #ThankYouFF7Devs #ThankYouSephiroth #final fantasy vii #final fantasy 7 #ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy vii crisis core #final fantasy 7 crisis core #final fantasy crisis core #ffvii crisis core #ff7 crisis core #crisis core #ff7r #final fantasy vii remake #final fantasy 7 remake #ffvii remake #ff7 remake #final fantasy vii rebirth #final fantasy 7 rebirth #ffvii rebirth #ff7 rebirth #final fantasy 7 ever crisis #ffvii ever crisis #ff7 ever crisis #ffvii first soldier #wholesome #musings #writings

[terrifictoonman]

[WP] It’s PTA day at school! Unfortunately your mom is sick and can’t go, so your father goes in her stead… The only issue is your father is a literal demon from Hell. Surprisingly, everything went OK. [Reddit - u/Endulos] (12/04)

~Devil's in the Details~

{Warning: LOOOOOOOOOONG}

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So, here's my situation...

In my little slice of heaven, Evelin County, the PTA is right up there with the sheriff's office and the mayor. You make the right friends, do a few favors, and bake the right cookies, and that turns into scholarships, recommendations, and basically a full ride to any school you want.

My mom has been working her way up the PTA ladder since she knew she was pregnant with me. She's saved up enough IOUs to guarantee me a doctorate in any field I want, with a seven-figure hiring salary to boot. There's just one problem...my dad.

Love the man to death and back, but he despises the PTA. He says they're a bunch of soulless, manipulative, power-hungry hyenas who could care less for the betterment of the students or their families, which is funny, seeing that he's a demon. Now, he is "Reformed," for the most part, but there's a reason my mom and I did everything in our power to keep him as far from the PTA as humanly possible.

That is until my mom got sick.

Nothing too bad, just a really bad stomach virus, but it meant she was too sick to go to her meeting. Now, missing a meeting every once in a while is understandable, but this was the Memorial Meeting where PTA leaders of old returned to honor a lucky few with what is essentially a golden ticket. The very few kids who've gotten one are now so rich they don't even lie on their taxes or have offshore accounts.

All my mom's work led up to this moment. She used every last favor she had to get a seat with Penelope Tyler Addison, the first head of the PTA, and a chance at getting me a golden ticket, but when she got sick, it nearly destroyed her. So, my dad, the loving husband he is, offered to fill in. After trying every medicine, spell, and curse she could think of to cure satan's cold, my mom begrudgingly let my dad go.

And the grin on his face could only be described as, "I am going to Fuck. Shit. Up!"

So, after days of shopping, rehearsing, and a really fun daddy-daughter spa day, the night had arrived. We entered the auditorium looking amazing. Me in my humble red dress shirt with the sleeves rolled, a black midi skirt with a matching belt, a color-coordinated handbag, and my auburn hair in a perfect bun. Then there was my dad, jet black hair combed to perfection, wearing a perfectly tailored black three-piece suit, gold cufflinks with a matching Rolex, and his favorite bright...red...tie...

I blinked. All I did was blink, and he was gone. Only the faint sound of maniacal laughter could be heard as I looked into the crowd with dread.

So, here we are. My entire future is on the line, and my dad's running at it with scissors in both hands. Only one person can stop him: me, Diana Pater.

Diana weaved through the multiple crowds of guests with grace and gusto, saying high to her fellow students and also having polite but quick conversations with other parents and school faculty. Diana notices an eerie, shadowy figure in the distance every few minutes, believing it to be her father. She races through the crowds only to find the figure gone.

"I can't believe it," said Diana, "he's using demon magic. Ooooh, I am rat on him so fast when we get home!" In her frustration, Diana doesn't notice an elderly lady and bumps into her, nearly causing the woman to spill her tea. "Oh my goodness, I am so sorry, ma'am!"

"Oh no, dear, it's more than fine," said the elderly woman. "More people than floor at these get-togethers nowadays. You know, back in my day..." Diana becomes tense as she realizes she fell into the oldest party trap there is, the reminiscing elder. The woman drones on about her youth and how different the PTA was when she was younger for what feels like hours.

Meanwhile, Diana notices the shadowy figure popping between crowds all around her while she's held captive by politeness and conversational etiquette. Diana looked down at the elder's nearly empty tea cup. She fights against an idea forming in her mind but studies herself with a deep breath.

"Excuse me, miss," said Diana.

"Please, call me Gabbi," said Gabbi.

"Ms. Gabbi, I can't help but notice you're almost out of tea," said Diana. "How about I get you a refill? Then you can find a nice place to sit and finish your story."

"I would be so blessed," said Gabbi as she handed her cup to Diana. "Not too many like you in this generation. Your parents should be proud." As Gabbi turned to start looking for a table, Diana stopped her.

"Ms. Gabbi, wait," said Diana, "you forgot your tea." Gabbi laughed at what she thought was a joke until she saw her glass filled with hot tea. The elderly woman found herself unable to look away from her drink, seeing her life in every ripple of her drink. The steam from the tea wafts into her face, and a light green energy pulses through her veins. That same energy passed over her eyes like a wave before she looked up, staring far past Diana into the distance. She then shuffled through the crowds.

Diana watched as Gabbi wandered into the mass of people, guilt plain on her face. She then feels a rush of energy fills her body, almost overwhelming her. When the feeling subsides, she pulls a compact mirror from her handbag. Her skin has gone from light bronze to a rich tan, and her eyes from dark brown to bright yellow. "Sorry, Gabbi. Tea's on me next time, I promise."

Diana continues to walk through crowds but appears to be using them like portals, entering one and coming out another on a completely different side of the auditorium.

"Lord damned, I've been out of the game too long," said Mr. Pater as he walked out of another crowd. "I mean, how hard can it be to find one stuffy bag of bones?" Mr. Pater walks into another crowd only to be stopped by his daughter, who grabs him by his jacket collar.

"Gotcha!" said Diana.

"Guess I'm not the only one getting in trouble tonight," said Mr. Pater.

"A necessary evil to accomplish my goals," said Diana, "just like Ms. Adderson and the PTA."

"There is a diamond chandelier on the ceiling," said Mr. Pater. "What part of the school's budget did that come from, ya think?"

"I know you're not about to lecture anyone on frivolous spending," said Diana.

"Well, I did write the book on it," said Mr. Pater. "I've also been working on a sequel, "Ditching your Demon Daughter on the Doorstep" Chapter One..." With the snap of his fingers, Diana instantly appeared outside the auditorium holding her dad's jacket. Diana growls in frustration as she throws the coat back on the ground and charges back into the auditorium.

Back inside the now even more crowded auditorium, Diana struggles to move a few inches, fully at the mercy of the sweaty sea of people. Finally finding some room to breathe, Diana looks around, unable to see anything other than the ever-shuffling crowd.

"Ok," said Diana, "I don't need to find dad to stop him. All I need to do is beat him to Ms. Addiline!" Diana then looks up at the chandelier on the ceiling. "And I know exactly who to ask."

Next to the indoor entrance to the auditorium, a woman sits in a golden chair wearing a silver off-the-shoulders dress with royal purple ruffles at the top, a purple sun hat with a silver ribbon, and a diamond necklace with hints of silver inside.

The woman watches the crowd with an aura of superiority, occasionally scoffing and sticking her nose up at those passing her. After shooing away a small child, the woman looks up to find a paler Diana standing in front of her, nearly causing the woman to fall out of her chair.

"Enjoying the party, Evilyn?" asked Diana.

"Once again, daft child, it's Mrs. Edalyn," said Edalyn, using the most obvious fake British voice ever heard. "I see once again your poor excuse for a mother has failed to instill in you any manners." Diana struggles to disguise her anger as she tightens her fists behind her back. "Speaking of which, where is your mother? I would have figured she'd be parading around how she blackmailed her way into getting Ms. Addison's invite."

"She had...personal business that needed her attention," said Diana. "My daddy and I are here on her behalf." Edalyn scoffed.

"Your father?" scoffed Edalyn, "What is going to do? Try and pay her off with his brain-rotting books. You would have been better off coming alone!"

"Oh, I bet you know a lot about ***THAT***!" whispered Diana.

"Excuse me, young lady," barked Edalyn, "Do not murmur to your elders! Speak clearly!"

"You're right," said Diana, bowing her head, "I'm sorry. I was just wondering if you knew where we could find Ms. Adderson. We've been looking all night but haven't been able to find her. "

"Because you don't," said Edalyn, a large grin across her face. "Ms. Addeson doesn't sully herself with the riff-raff. She'll only send for those she feels might be worthy of her company, and given the current state of the PTA, I wouldn't be surprised if she never shows her face again."

"Oh, I see," sighed Diana, "I guess I'll give Billy the bad news." Edalyn suddenly sat up straight.

"What does my husband's son have to do with this?" asked Edalyn.

"Well, my mother told me about how hard you campaigned to get Ms. Adderson's invite," said Diana. "Our relationship aside, Billy is a bright kid in his own way, and if Ms. Adderson didn't see me as qualified for the golden ticket, the least I could do is point her in the direction of someone just as, if not worthier than I." Diana barely hides her grin as she watches Edalyn's eyes dart around as the situation races around her head.

"But, if you think she's already left, then I guess I'll just tell Billy and head home." After turning around to walk away, Diana silently counts down from five, and once reaching zero...

"I'm sorry, but that is not how a proper lady ends a conversation!" yelled Edalyn. Diana quickly scutters back to the older woman. "Lucky for you, I am in a more forgiving mood. That being said, hypothetically, I knew where Ms. Adderson would be. How would I know you'd actually put in a good word for Billiard?"

"Ms. Edalyn," said Diana as her eyes were engulfed in a dark green hue. "I promise, before the night ends, Billy will be richer beyond his wildest dreams." Diana reaches out her hand. "Do we have a deal?" Edalyn pretends to mull over the decision for a few seconds before giving in and reaching for Diana's hand.

However, just before they shake, Diana takes her hand back. "One small thing though, you have to say one nice thing about my family, all three of us." Edaly glares at Diana annoyed.

"Fine," said Edalyn. The two shook hands, and instantly, a rush of dark green energy raced through Edalyn's veins, causing her to shiver and quickly retract her hand. "Ugh! Two words, baby powder!" Edalyn pulls out a bottle of hand sanitizer and frantically rubs it on her hands.

"Thanks for the advice," said Diana, rubbing her hand on her skirt. "Now, where's Ms. Adderson?

"Dressing room five," said Edalyn, "and make sure to knock first."

"Thank you," said Diana as she entered the door. "It hasn't been a pleasure."

"Likewise," said Edalyn, "hope the door hits you on the way out." With the door now closed, Edalyn tried to get back on her high horse when she saw a more vibrant Diana walking toward her from the crowd.

"Enjoying the party, Mrs. Evilyn?" asked Diana...again.

"Seriously?" asked Edalyn, "Now you're just trying to annoy me."

"I'm sorry?" asked Diana.

"I highly doubt it," said Edalyn. "What do you want now?"

"I...uh...I don't..." said Diana, baffled by the conversation. "Have you seen Ms. Adderson?"

"Good lord!" said Edalyn. " Did your mother forget to get you tested, or were you always this insufferably moronic!"

"Excuse me?!" asked Diana.

"You're excused," said Edalyn, "Dressing room five, F-I-V-E, do you need me to write it down for you? No? Then go and fill your half of the bargain!" Getting what she needed and struggling to fully comprehend what was happening, Diana walked through the doors next to Edalyn, with the older woman slamming the door shut.

Diana stood on the other side of the door, confused and angry.

"Fuck you, Evilyn!" said Diana.

"Language! Shit!" yelled another Diana. Diana looked down the hall just in time to see herself racing around a corner in a panic.

"Oh no, you don't!" said Diana as she gave chase—light green energy pulsing through her veins.

Doppelganger Diana surrounded herself in a cloud of dark green smoke, transforming back into Mr. Pater as he ran down the halls. Diana slid around the corner and threw a lime-green ball of slime at her father.

Mr. Pater ducked the slime ball as it splatted across several lockers. As the two race through the school, Diana continues to try to slime her dad, but Mr. Pater proves to be a master of magic as he transforms into several animals to avoid his daughter's attacks.

"I know this probably isn't the best time," yelled Mr. Pater as he transformed into a dragonfly, "but your fastball has really developed. I mean the consistency alone!"

"What can I say?" said Diana as she leaps behind a wall. As Mr. Pater flies around a corner, Diana is a few feet in front of him, mid-pitch. "I had a great coach!" Diana launched the slimeball, nailing her father and pinning him to a wall. Mr. Pater returns to human, the slime expands to keep him stuck. Diana walks up to her father, breathing heavily.

"Nice try, dad," said Diana, "but you're...on my turf. There's not an...inch of this school...that I don't know about."

"Then I guess you know what's on the other side of this wall?" asked Mr. Pater. Diana surveys the area while looking at the school map in her head. Her eyes widen in shock as she realizes the answer. "Demon's 101, we never play it straight, and if I timed it right, you've burned through all the demon energy you got from your deal."

Diana looks at her arms as the green energy fades and her skin turns pale. She looks back up to see her father phase through the wall behind him. "See you on the other side, baby girl!" Diana grits her teeth as she forces whatever demon energy she has left to the surface as she leaps at her dad.

Mr. Pater falls onto the ground on the other side of the wall. He sits back up and sees Diana stuck in the wall from the waist up. Mr. Pater tries to keep a straight face but lets slip the occasional snicker. Meanwhile, Diana tries furiously to pull herself free from the wall to no avail.

"Diana, stop," said Mr. Pater as he walked toward his daughter. "You're not gonna get yourself out like..." Diana reaches out to try to grab her father but is barely an inch away from touching him. "Diana, stop. I'm not going anywhere. Now let me just..."

"Just what? Phase me back to the other side of the wall so you can ruin my future!?" yelled Diana.

"You're half right," said Mr. Pater. He tries to get close to Diana but flails her arms at his face to keep him at bay. "Seriously? Are you seventeen or seven?" Diana crosses her arms and puffs her cheeks with air while glaring at her dad. "You know what? Fine, I'll make you a deal..."

"How dumb do you think I am?' asked Diana.

"Not dumb enough not to hear me out," said Mr. Pater. "If you can tell me, right here, right now, why this dumb golden ticket is so important to you, I'll pull you out, and I'll follow your lead."

"But?" asked Diana.

"No lying, no half-truths, no omissions, one hundred percent honesty," said Mr. Pater as he extended his hand. "Deal?"

Mr. Pater dragged a chair from another room and sat in front of his mounted daughter.

"I'm all ears. Why is this so important to you?" asked Mr. Pater.

"Because it'll set me up for life," said Diana, "I may not know how, but it's not some myth or anything like that. Ms. Adderson has a proven track record with testimonials."

"So, you just want the fast pass to success, huh?" asked Mr. Pater. Diana nodded her head. "Then why didn't you try to leave me at home?"

"Because I needed the ride," said Diana.

"All your friends drive," said Mr. Pater, "and I know Gavin would have gladly given you a ride for free for the box of cold pizza we have back home. That definitely would have been easier than playing cat and mouse with me."

"Well, it's not like I had a choice," said Diana, "Mom made you come." Mr. Pater just stares his daughter down. "Yeah, knew that wouldn't fly the second it came out my mouth. Oh, wait! Because mom's been working for this her whole life. I couldn't let seventeen years of work get flushed down the toilet."

"Sure, that's true," said Mr. Pater, "but you're still lying."

"But-" said Diana.

"You still haven't explained why you let me come with you," said Mr. Pater. "Especially since I have a long and detailed history of dunking on the PTA." Diana became frustrated as she struggled to find any sort of an answer.

"Why do you even care!? What's the point of this!?" yelled Diana. "Was this all so you could teach me a stupid lesson or something!? Do you hate the PTA so much that you'd possibly ruin your daughter's life and your wife's hard work?!"

"Because they don't care about you," said Pater. "A PTA is supposed to be an organization where parents work with the local school for the betterment of the students and the community. There is a chocolate fountain the size of an actual fountain out front, most of the people in there are wearing clothes worth more than our house, and the entire organization becomes an episode of survivor when one raggedy old skeleton comes to town promising wealth and a stress-free life."

"I had to watch your mom work herself to death and back trying to get in with the right people In that hell hole! You think I know how to make a Faustian Bargain? Your mom has put me to shame on four separate occasions that I can prove. I'm pretty sure she legally owns a soul, a full soul!" Mr. Pater takes a few deep breaths to recompose himself..

"I...I didn't know," said Diana.

"Yeah, you did," said Mr. Pater as he tapped his heart. "I've seen how you've taken care of your mom after some of those meetings. Somewhere between that big brain and your bigger heart, you put two and two together. Now the real question is, why do YOU want this so bad?"

Diana slowly began to slide forward from the wall, not noticing due to being deep in thought. She thought back to all the nights she found her mom passed out on the couch, coming home defeated and miserable, and all the happy days ruined by a PTA phone call.

"Because it could save mom," said Diana as she was ejected from the wall into her dad's arms. Light green energy rushed through her body as color returned to her skin. "You knew, you knew the whole time, didn't you?"

"I'm a Lord of Avarice," said Pater, "I know what everyone wants, physical or otherwise, helps with Christmas shopping." Mr. Pater helps his daughter to her feet. "You good? Everything where it should be? No extra weight anywhere?"

"Yeah, yeah, I think I'm OK," said Diana. The two walk down the hall until they reach dressing room five. "So, what do I do now?"

"Hey, a deal's a deal," said Pater. "I follow your lead. Just know, whatever you choose, I'll back you up one hundred percent." Diana smiles as she sheepishly raises her fist to the door.

"You said you always know what people want," said Diana, "why does mom want this?"

"A means to an end," said Mr. Pater, " to giving you the best life she can." With one last deep breath, Diana knocks on the door.

Diana and her father walk back into the auditorium as the crowd watches Mrs. Edalyn on the stage. A tall, lanky young man wearing a cheap suit that is a size too small waves at the pair.

"How you doin' Billy?" asked Mr. Pater.

"Oh, you know, one wheel at a time," said Billy.

"...yep, I totally get it," said Mr. Pater.

"So, did ya get it? Did ya get the ticket," asked Billy.

"She offered, and it was...a lot of money," said Diana, "but I think I'll find my own way to the top."

"The look on her face when you said "no," laughed Mr. Pater, "I should taken a picture for your Mom., maybe it could've shortened my life sentence."

"Don't worry, Dad," said Diana, " I got your back. Don't know what good it'll do once she finds out about..." Mr. Pater fakes a loud cough before motioning toward Billy. "About my secret...pet...snake, yeah!"

"Ooh! Ooh! My Pop's and I can take it off your hands for ya, free of charge!" offered Billy.

"No sweat, Bill, I got it handled," said Mr. Pater, "but you can do me a favor." Mr. Pater pulls a folded slip of paper from his pocket and hands it to Billy. "Take this to your Mom, it's a note from Ms. Adderson, she'll want to read it to the crowd." Billy takes the note and salutes Mr. Pater.

"You can count on me, sir!" said Billy.

"You know what, you're right!" said Mr. Pater as he pulled twenty dollars from his back pocket. "Keep the change." Billy stares at the twenty like it is his firstborn child.

"Wow! A whole twenty dollars!" said Billy. "This is more money than I thought was possible!" Billy excitedly tackles his way through the crowd on a path to his mother.

"What was that about?" asked Diana.

"You'll see," said Mr. Pater. "Just smile and nod when she looks at you." After parting the crowd like the Red Sea, Billy climbs onto the stage. To his mother's annoyance and embarrassment

"Hey, Ma'ma...oop, I mean Ma-ther," said Billy. "I got a note for you from Ms. Adderson." Edalyn takes the note and finds Diana in the crowd, nodding at her with a smile next to her father, recording on his phone. As she opened the note, inside it read, "Pay up!" Edalyn's eyes turned a dark green hue as she took a firm grip of the microphone.

"I, Edalyn Mackenzie, would like to take this time to apologize to Lucy Pater and her wonderful daughter Diana," said Edalyn. "In all my sixty-two years as a part of the PTA, I have never seen a woman so dedicated to this organization than Lucy, especially seeing that I have done everything in my power to get her to quit since day one!" The crowd gasps as whispers fill the room.

"Giving Billy that money was part of a deal to embarrass her, wasn't it?" asked Diana.

"Easiest deal I've ever made," said Mr. Pater.

"I love you, Dad," said Diana as she hugged her father's arm.

"To Diana, for all the shit I've given you," Edalyn continued, "just know it came from a place of intense, borderline psychopathic hatred and jealousy stemming from the relationship, or lack thereof, with my parents. Mind you, they did nothing wrong to me, they were actually very kind and understanding I was just a monster of a child. They truly deserved a child like you, Diana. Hell, they could have made Billy into Einstein with the amount of love and support they wasted on me.

"So, was that piece of paper some kind of script?" asked Diana.

"Nope, this is all stuff she truly believes," said Mr. Pater, "whether she knows it or not. The spell's called "Absolute Truth." She'll only stop when her part of the deal is fulfilled, meaning she has to say something nice about all of us." Diana's eyes widened in horror.

"Including you?" asked Diana.

"Yep," said Mr. Pater, "let's see what you have to say about Mr. Pater."

"And to Morris Pater, oh, if you only knew how I truly felt about you," said Edalyn.

"Oh no," said Diana.

"Shhh, this is gonna be good!" said Mr. Pater.

"When I first read your books, I truly felt seen for the first time in my entire life," said Edalyn. "You hooked me on your every word like a fish desperate to get caught!"

"Wait a second..." said Mr. Pater.

"I followed you on all your socials," Edalyn continued, "and treated every one of your posts as if they were verses in my bible, which they are because I made one and sent you a copy."

"Oh my dark lord, I thought it was a joke from my editor," said Mr. Pater.

"I even found out who your editor was and used his address so you would think I was some sort of creep," said Edalyn. "I then followed the pakage just to find out you lived here, in my county! I was so ecstatic I went home and-"

[End of Video Playback]

Morris sits next to his wife, back at home. Lucy frantically scrolls through the rest of the videos on his phone before he takes it back,

"Yeah, everything after that is just...yeaaaaah," said Morris, "In short, I'm pressing all the charges and getting some protections wards just in case."

"I can't believe that hag was your stalker," said Lucy. "How was she allowed to run a PTA!?"

"And to think," said Morris, "we would have never found out if I..."

"Don't even try to spin that shit!" said Lucy, "We're going Sunday AND Wednesday church!"

"For how long?" asked Morris.

"Depends," said Lucy, "how many zeros were on that golden ticket?" Morris sat there in awkward silence. "Ugh, you're lucky you were right, or you'd be sleeping in an actual dog house too." Lucy wrapped herself around Morris, hugging him onto his back. "That being said, thank you for doing what you did. I'm lucky to have married such a caring demon."

"Hey, like I said, I'm well worth the investment," said Morris.

"Also, where is Diana? I didn't hear her come in," said Lucy.

"Oh yeah, after...THAT, " said Morris, "Billy needed all the emotional support, so she and a few other kids took him out for dinner. Then she's gonna mind wipe him after."

"That's sweet of her," said Lucy.

"Do we know how to raise 'em or what!" said Morris.

#writeblr #writting #creative writing #writing prompt #fantasy #Demon #Greed #This was soooo looooong! #Odd family

[waifuoftomonori]

Aki After Tentacles: Chapter 3 - Vulture (Part 1)

Story Summary: After defending the Princess from a tentacled Void-like monster, Akifusa wakes up biologically female. The only way for him to regain his former body (and hopefully get over his newfound attraction to his male best friend, who also happens to be Shiki’s husband) is to become pregnant. Or: I don’t know how to properly classify what I’ve written but I had (and am having) fun writing it. *** “I know what the problem is. You need to seduce him.” Furutsugu flashed a jovial wink as they left the temple together. “Use your womanly charms to your advantage.”

Aki shuddered a little, keeping a safe distance between himself and the diviner. How much did Furutsugu know about what had happened a few nights ago? How had he even learned? “None of your business,” he muttered, glancing to either side to make sure no one had overheard.

“Oh? With all due respect, Aki-chan, I think it’s very much my business. If things don’t work out with Tomonori, I’m your next best option, after all.” Akifusa hastily stepped back, provoking a melodious laugh. “I’m joking. It’s just a friendly piece of advice, given in good faith. There’s no need to read too much into it… unless you want to. My offer still stands.”

“I-I’m good, thanks!”

“I just thought I would ask.” Furutsugu shrugged fluidly and started to saunter off.

“Wait,” Aki heard himself blurt out. His face flamed scarlet as the ambassador turned around; his hands curled into fists at his sides. He didn’t really want to rely on Furutsugu of all people, but… well, out of everyone in Kifu, the scumbag sorcerer was probably the most experienced when it came to this kind of thing. “What do you mean, my ‘womanly charms’?”

Furutsugu blinked, and then a slow, devious smile unfolded across his features. “Let’s take a little stroll around the pond, shall we? I’ll tell you everything I think could be valuable.”

Akifusa’s first lesson was focused entirely on walking like a woman. “With every step, sway your hips from side to side— you have such soft, voluptuous hips, Aki-chan; it would be a crime not to show them off to the world.” Furutsugu was walking a few paces behind him, insisting he could give better advice if he had a clear view.

Akifusa gritted his teeth but did his best to follow instructions, swinging his newly feminine hips one way and then the other, trying not to think about how much his butt was wiggling and how much his perverted one-man audience was probably loving it. If this worked, all of the humiliation would be worth it. 

“Slow down a little, Aki-chan. Give Tomonori a chance to admire those gorgeous curves in motion. …Lovely, just like that. You’re very fetching as a woman, Aki-chan; there’s not a man alive who could look at you without picturing you naked.”

His head whipped around. “What—”

“Haven’t you noticed all the stares as we’ve been walking? I guarantee every one of those men was imagining you moaning his name and writhing in ecstasy beneath him, your sumptuous curves on full display. Perhaps a few of them were picturing you with their wives as well. I’m so lucky that such a beautiful woman is honoring me with a private show!” Furutsugu laughed at his expression. “Why is that such a surprise? Your new body is irresistible to men, and you asked me to instruct you in the art of seduction.”

“Only for Tomonori—”

“I have good news for you, Aki-chan. Tomonori is a man.” The diviner dropped him a wink while Aki was still spluttering. “Once you shake that shapely backside in his face a few times, he won’t be able to resist your charms.”

Akifusa tried not to shiver at this sentence, tried not to imagine Tomo’s lips parting while his crimson eyes darkened with desire, tried not to imagine Tomo seizing his waist in a fit of passion, shoving him up against the wall, and smacking his bum around while murmuring in his ear, telling Aki how big a fool he was, and failed miserably.

Furutsugu, who’d been closely watching his expression, licked his lips. “I don’t mean to be crass by bringing up the matter of payment, but—”

“Then shut up!” Snapping back to his senses, Akifusa defended his honor with a well-aimed knee (a practical move the Princess had taught him specifically for this purpose) and sprinted off.

That afternoon, though, when he found Tomonori seated alone in the main hall, writing something on a scroll, he figured he might as well try it. What more was there to lose? His dignity? He’d never had much of that in Tomonori’s eyes, and he had even less now, trapped in this stupid body he’d never asked for.

“Uh. Hey, Tomonori,” he mumbled, and Tomo lifted his head. Under the other man’s sudden attention, Aki froze, thighs spasming— but swallowed his shame and approached anyway. Every slow, swinging step required tremendous willpower, especially as Tomo’s russet gaze fell to his rolling hips and a wrinkle appeared in his forehead.

“Why are you walking so strangely? Did you injure yourself again?”

“Huh?” Akifusa halted halfway across the hall, a tsunami of heat crashing over his skin. “N-no, that’s not…” He gulped, averting his gaze before the blush could consume him entirely.

After a brief pause, Tomonori heaved a sigh. “So you went to Furutsugu for advice?”

“What?! How did you—”

“I thought as much. Look at me, Akifusa.” Biting his tongue, Aki obeyed to find his friend studying him with weary exasperation, not even bothering to stand. “You would agree with me,” Tomo said quietly, “that Shiki is beautiful. Wouldn’t you?”

Aki shifted his weight, growing uncomfortable. “Y-yeah. Is this a test, or…”

“Desirable?”

Hearing Tomonori pronounce that word, staring him directly in the eyes, only fed the flames lapping over his soul, but Akifusa managed to nod.

“Why?”

It took him a moment to understand the question. “W-well, she’s…” He shut his eyes so he didn’t have Tomonori’s equally attractive features to distract him, mentally conjuring the Princess’s oft-recalled figure. “She’s— she’s so tiny, and she looks so soft and delicate, almost like she’d break if you squeezed her too hard, but— but then once you see her in battle, you realize how strong she really is, so fast but at the same time so graceful, she’s so powerful, and that just makes her even more beautiful—”

“Your tastes are even simpler than I thought,” Tomo cut in, a frosty edge creeping into his voice. “I was expecting a less physical explanation.”

His eyes flashed open in a surge of wounded betrayal. “But you asked—”

“I was trying to prove a point. Let’s just say my preferences are… somewhat more complex than yours.” Tomonori paused, fixing on him an expectant look; stung and baffled, Akifusa could only stare back. “I’m telling you this for future reference, before you wind up humiliating yourself in front of everyone: you’re not going to ‘seduce’ me via physical stratagems alone. And the next time Furutsugu-san offers you advice, try to remember that he always has his own best interests at heart.” He smiled ruefully before his gaze fell once more to the scroll before him.

Stupefied, Akifusa just stood there and stared, hating how aroused he felt in that moment. There was something about being dismissed by Tomonori, brushed aside so casually in favor of paperwork, that made his nipples stiffen.

“That being said,” the redhead said quietly, glancing up, “I appreciate the effort. You can have another kiss, if you’d like.”

Aki’s jaw fell open. Lips quirking, Tomo beckoned him closer with a finger, and he all but stumbled across the tatami in his eagerness, eyes closing even before he fell to his knees. When Tomo’s lightly callused hands wrapped around his cheekbones and guided him firmly into the promised kiss, mouths sliding together as smooth as ink flowing over parchment, it was enough to erase all the embarrassment Aki had endured and envelop him in a haze of mindless, quivering want. 

Tugging away, Tomo patted his cheek, looking as unperturbed as ever. “Keep trying, Aki-kun.” With another quick, damnably calm smile, he returned to his work, and Aki’s desire settled back down to a slow, excruciating simmer.

He didn’t really want to go back to Furutsugu for advice, especially after the reminder that he was a selfish, sleazy bastard. But several days crept by with no progress and no more kisses, and Aki was forced to admit that he didn’t have the slightest idea what Tomonori considered attractive, other than the obvious answer of “the Princess”— and he apparently liked her for different reasons than Aki did, so that wasn’t much help either.

He had considered asking her, actually, but decided against it. True, she had offered to answer any questions he had, but he quailed at the thought of conversing with her as one woman to another, of cementing that impression in her mind any further than it already had been. Out of everyone, she was probably the person whose perception of him as male mattered the most. It wasn’t even a question of appealing to her romantically anymore; it was just a matter of pride.

Thus, shortly after breakfast a few days later, Akifusa grudgingly pulled the diviner aside to a private corner of the shrine. “The thing you told me to do last time didn’t work.”

“No?” Furutsugu raised his eyebrows. “Are you certain you did it correctly?”

Aki shifted his weight uncomfortably, crossing his arms— and then dropping them when that only drew the diviner’s amused gaze to his chest. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “but… well, I guess it sort of worked.”

“And what does that mean, Aki-chan?” Furutsugu’s mouth curled, eyes glittering in private mirth; Aki struggled not to reveal anything, to keep his expression as inscrutable as Tomo’s, but his thoughts flickered back to Tomo’s soft sandalwood scent and long, capable fingers, and he felt the blood swiftly pooling in his cheeks. “Did he at least kiss you?”

Dammit. “That’s not the point!”

“Really? I thought that was precisely the point. Is Tomo-kun a good kisser?” Furutsugu leaned in close, lowering his voice to a sly whisper. “Does thinking about him get you wet?”

“You—!” Aki’s hands balled into fists. Forget all the other changes— in that instant, he would have given anything to regain his old height so he could punch that stupid smirk off Furutsugu’s face. At least the move the Princess had taught him worked effectively on a taller opponent—

“I don’t think so.” Furutsugu’s hands darted forward and held his knees in place. “I have no desire to repeat that experience.”

“Get your hands off me, you— you creep!” Aki pried them off, glowering; the diviner took a quick step back.

“Let’s start over, shall we? I was under the impression you wanted my help.”

“Not if you’re going to make me do anything weird or— or talk about my friends like that!”

“It was just a bit of friendly teasing. I didn’t mean any harm. And I would never force a lady to do anything against—”

“I’m not a lady!” Dammit, did his voice have to sound so shrill?

Furutsugu smiled, apparently unfazed. “Of course not. My apologies. You’re a man who’s taken an erotic interest in his best friend, and you’d like to learn how to entice him with this new, feminine body for a chance to act out your long-forbidden fantasies.”

Akifusa sucked in a sharp breath. “It’s not like that,” he mumbled, dropping his gaze. Why did the bastard have to make everything sound filthy?

“There’s no need to be embarrassed. It’s not unheard of in the capital for men to become… intimately involved with one another—”

“I-I don’t need to hear about this!”

“I thought it might be reassuring. Of course there are plenty of people who disapprove— everyone acts so judgmental about these things in public; it’s ridiculous— but I don’t see the harm in it. And if I were in your position, I would most likely use my assets to my advantage as well. You even have permission from his wife.”

Blood climbed up to his ears, scorching them mercilessly. “I-I���m not trying to… manipulate him or anything like that.”

“No?” Furutsugu chuckled. “Then why ask for my advice? Seduction is the finest form of manipulation, Akifusa— I’m surprised you haven’t figured that out. It sounds like Tomonori has you wrapped around his little finger, perhaps even more tightly than our lovely Princess.”

“That’s not true,” he snapped. “They’re my friends. They wouldn’t do that kind of thing.” But as soon as the words left his mouth, Aki remembered the Princess laying a hand on his arm and telling him bashfully that she’d feel much safer if he’d accompany her back to her room, despite being one of the bravest people Aki knew, just to ask him about what had happened with Tomonori. And although Tomo had seemed pretty sincere that night, it was only last winter that he’d masterminded a plan to free the Princess from the Sword’s curse without telling anyone beforehand because he’d known they would stop him.

But that was different from manipulation. Wasn’t it?

Furutsugu had an annoying gleam in his eye, like he knew exactly what was running through Aki’s mind, but he smiled and said, “Of course they wouldn’t. Tomonori only kissed you because he was unable to resist your feminine appeal, and he only stopped because he wanted to be a gentleman and he wasn’t entirely convinced you were ready.”

“That’s not—”

“Or perhaps he kissed you out of genuine pity for your plight, even though he didn’t especially want to do so?” Aki shut his mouth and nodded warily, causing the diviner’s smile to broaden. “How selfless of him. So you’d like my help wooing him in hopes of earning more than just a kiss?”

“Well, it depends. Are you going to make it creepy again? Last time you said you wanted me to pay you, even though we said nothing about that at first, and…” He struggled to put it in words. “It was gross, and if you do it again, I won’t hold back! I-I’ll use both my knees if I have to!”

“You really need to stop taking my little jokes so seriously, Aki-chan.”

“It sure didn’t seem like a joke at the time!”

Furutsugu waved the matter airily aside. “If I had designs on you, why would I bother helping you seduce Tomonori? You admitted my advice was at least partially successful. We simply need to take it further.”

Aki scowled. Something about this still smelled fishy. “Fine. But if you touch me or make that stupid ‘joke’ again—”

“I promise I’ll behave. As I mentioned, I wouldn’t dream of forcing a woman— or any of my friends— into a situation against their will. And we are friends, aren’t we, Aki-chan?”

“No,” he said immediately, drawing a pout to the ambassador’s face.

“Well, I consider you a friend, at least. I wouldn’t offer you my assistance without asking anything in return if I felt otherwise.” Furutsugu shrugged amiably. “But if you’d rather try figuring it out on your own—”

“No, please!” The words came out louder than he’d meant them, his eyes growing wide; he hastily forced his voice back down. “Please, I-I don’t know anything about this… seduction stuff. I’ll take any advice you can give me. Just don’t make it weird.”

Furutsugu’s eyes crinkled with his smile. “Oh, I won’t. You’re in good hands, Aki-chan.” He pulled away from the wall with exaggerated nonchalance. “Let’s figure out how to catch Tomo’s attention, shall we?” When he started striding toward the pond, morning mist swiftly swallowing his steps, Akifusa was left with little choice but to follow.

His second lesson centered around physical appearance. “Perhaps we should have started here before moving on to more advanced topics,” Furutsugu said. “Let’s start with clothing. You have the body of a woman now, Aki-chan, but you’re still dressing like a man.” Ignoring Akifusa’s protests that he was a man and all of Kifu’s soldiers wore the same standard military uniform regardless of gender (though it was true that Kifu wasn’t a large village, and the male soldiers far outnumbered the females), the diviner insisted that Aki don a form-fitting kimono in the same red hue with a plunging neckline even when it was firmly sashed. Of course, he “just happened” to have one on him. “Naturally, you’ll have to forgo the layers underneath for maximum effect— and you can stop binding those lovely breasts as well. The poor things seem like they’re suffocating.”

Aki’s first reaction was to go for the balls again, but Furutsugu stopped him by saying, “Tomonori will love it.”

“He loves the Princess,” he replied uncertainly, “and she doesn’t dress like this.” But he lowered his knee, considering. If the Princess did wear this kind of thing, she’d probably have even more admirers, perverted as they might be.

“She doesn’t need to,” Tsugu said with an elegant shrug. “She’s not trying to impress anyone; her husband is quite taken with her as she is, and you’ve seen the way she looks at him. The rest of us never even stood a chance. But Tomonori’s oblivious to your charms at present, so we’ll need to ramp up our efforts.”

They moved on to makeup. Aki’s discomfort skyrocketed the second Furutsugu started talking about face powders and lip rouge. “I have a shade that will match that kimono perfectly,” he said, cheerfully producing a small clay pot and a long, delicate brush. “You can apply a bit to your cheeks as well— though you have such a charming natural blush whenever your thoughts travel to Tomonori that you may not even need it for that purpose.”

Akifusa stared doubtfully into the green-painted interior of the pot. “Why do you have so much of this stuff, anyway?”

“It makes a lovely gift whenever I need to flatter a woman in my diplomatic duties— or for more personal reasons.” Furutsugu flashed him a wink. “Also, I use a bit myself. You don’t think I look this good naturally, do you? Again, it’s common practice in the capital.”

“But we’re not in the capital,” he said, but the ambassador just laughed.

“All the more reason to use it here. You’ll stand out beautifully with your red lips in your matching kimono— Tomonori won’t be able to resist stealing glances, even in public. And once he gets you alone, well…” Akifusa’s face prickled with heat as Furutsugu trailed off, mouth curling into a smirk.

In the end, he agreed to take the safflower rouge, but he refused to put anything else on his face. Maybe nobles in the capital rubbed all sorts of weird pigments on their skin, but he’d also heard how women there shaved their eyebrows only to draw them higher on their foreheads, which made even less sense in his opinion. He wanted Tomonori’s attention, but there had to be some limits, and the kimono was already pushing them.

There was also the matter of choosing a personal fragrance, Furutsugu told him, but that was complicated enough to be its own lesson; they could delve into it tomorrow. “For now, I think the addition to your wardrobe and the new cosmetics will work wonders. Let me know how it goes.” *** [For those uncomfortable with the recent development, rest assured that Part 2 of this chapter contains 0% Furutsugu; I don’t think I can say more than that without giving away any involuntary spoilers. Sorry for the delay in posting. It was caused in part by anxiety and in part by holiday travel plans. Happy belated Thanksgiving to those who also celebrate. Also, formatting these posts is swiftly becoming a thorn in my side; if anyone knows how to navigate the errors of disappearing post titles and sporadically enlarged asterisks after copy-and-pasting, please contact me at your earliest convenience.]

#hiiro no kakera 4 #tomonori kotokura #akifusa oki #fanfiction #rough draft #work in progress #aki x tomo #furutsugu akishino #cw: manipulation #cw: insult kink (referenced) #mature rating just in case #shall we date: scarlet fate

[wolflavagirl]

It's funny how I fell in love with someone two months ago to where in a year we will be married and how my sister boyfriend with be my soon to brother-in-law. I look at them and think of how lucky I am to have them in my life. My soon to be husband is amazing guy and well I love him. I know if something happened to me he would be heart broken that's the same with me. If anything happens to him I would be heartbroken. I just wish I knew how to tell some of my family about him but it's hard to do. Hell my grandparents found out about him but they think he's just my friend. After what happened today I'm still heartbroken. Yeah we are still together but it hurts knowing that he's not aloud to come over to my house anymore and see me. His own girlfriend he can't see unless it's to hang out. I blame myself now and it hurts knowing I have to see him just to hang out. No more ... Or any of that fun stuff.

Theres also now where I just wanna pack my bags and leaves. Be free like a bird and see that world and not to be held back from doing stuff I wanna go and love who I wanna love. Being apart from him kills me to be honest. I just wanna run away and never come back. Just disappear and only stay in contact with my sister and husband and that's it. I love him with all my heart and I cant wait to marry him.