#and 15's like ah. well. the thing is. i thought if you only had one cat they'd be lonely so. and pulls out a kitten

[yesokayiknow]

i hope that sometimes fifteen's psychic paper shorts out and shows what fourteen's thinking back on earth. he tries to sneak in somewhere and the guard's like this just says 'need to pick up cat food'? and fifteen's like 🥺 they got a cat

#doctor who #the doctor #fifteen #he shows up at the noble house next day with a bunch of cat toys and 14 explains that he was just picking up food for next door #and 15's like ah. well. the thing is. i thought if you only had one cat they'd be lonely so. and pulls out a kitten #rose after 15 leaves: is this an alien cat #14: 100% yeah. don't tell donna that bit

[yuhzz]

1 hr. and 30 mins. - h.ec x fem!reader

summary: all eunchae ever wants is to spend time with you, so why can't you? oh, right. other girls are always butting in and ruining your date, that's why.

warning: fluff. jealous eunchae.

word count: 2.3k words

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you lived in the shadows ever since you were young, meaning that you've been an outsider, an outcast ever since forever. a 15-year-old teenager who's afraid to make friends. people call you a coward for it but you just try your best to ignore the things they're saying.

it's currently 8:09 in the morning and you were walking across the hallway to your designated classroom to drop your bag off. your class starts at 8:30.

as usual, you came earlier than everybody else. just being the usual model student you are. every single day, when you arrive early, you spend your time walking around the campus, if not though, you read books inside the classroom.

today, though, was different.

when you arrived in front of the classroom, the door was open.

well, that's weird.

"the door should be closed...why is it open?" you mumbled to yourself before adjusting your glasses.

you stepped inside and there you saw another person sitting right next to your seat. the girl, on the other hand, noticed your presence so she turned around and met your eyes with cold ones.

"h-hello" you stuttered, slightly scared of the girl's cold character. the other ignored you and looked away from you.

'well, that was mean' you thought and sighed. slowly, you walked towards your seat.

'of all the seats that she can choose from, why did she ever have to choose the one next to mine?' you looked down. 

When you arrived in front of your seat, you dropped your bag and slowly walked away from the chair. you sure were scared about the fact that the girl who was sitting next to your chair might be a delinquent or something.

"calm down, i don't bite" the girl joked, her tone still as cold as ice.

"i know but...safety precautions?" you were unsure.

suddenly, the girl stood up which kind of alarmed you making you raise both of your arms in the air and close your eyes. you heard the girl chuckle.

all of a sudden, you felt a hand on your shoulder making you open your eyes open again.

in front of you was a smiling princess who looks like a damn cute kid. you slowly relaxed as your arms began dropping down slowly.

"i'm sorry, if my cold demeanor earlier, scared you" the girl apologized with her tone happier this time.

"i'm eunchae by the way" eunchae introduced herself.

"I-I..." you were unsure if eunchae was genuine or not. but regardless, maybe eunchae can be your first friend - the first one at that.

"I'm y/n"

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"y/n-ie!" eunchae shouted as soon as she saw you in front of the school gates. just 2 months after you met each other, both of you got closer.

back then, you would arrive 30 minutes before classes but now that you had found out that eunchae arrives an hour earlier, you push yourself to wake up and arrive earlier.

"eunchae-ah!" you exclaimed as eunchae hugged you tight as if she hasn't met you for years.

"my y/n-ie..." eunchae trailed off with a smile on her face. you, on the other hand, blushed at what the latter had said.

suddenly, your heart began beating faster when eunchae unexpectedly brought her face closer to yours.

"omo, why is my y/n-ie so red?" eunchae teased even further.

"s-stop it!" you said and gently pushed eunchae's face away from yours. "what the- you're pushing my face now?" eunchae pouted, and you panicked.

"n-no~!! i-it's just that, uhh" you continued panicking until eunchae laughed.

"you're cute, you know that?" eunchae giggled. "oh..." was all that you could say.

"let's go?" the latter asked you and you could only nod. you let eunchae take you away. this is the reason why both of you agreed to arrive an hour earlier. so that you can spend time together for an hour and 30 minutes.

inside that 90 minutes, you get to decide where to go and waste your time in.

this time, you don't really know where you're going since eunchae told you to leave the decision-making up to her. so here you are, letting eunchae drag you all over the city.

eunchae planned to do 9 things, each thing that she wants to do with you was only limited to 10 minutes so that when the time hits 8:30 am, you'll be right on time for your first class.

now, the clock strikes 6:58 am, and your time together begins.

=+==+= 7:00 am - 7:10 am =+==+=

your first destination was a Dog Café.

good thing this Dog Café's just near your school that's why it took you just 2 minutes to arrive.

here, eunchae planned to have fun with dogs for 7 minutes, and the remaining 3 minutes will be your remaining time to go to the next destination.

though cramped and the time's short, it was still worth it to do since she was with you.

at exactly 7:00 am, both of you stepped inside the Dog Café. eunchae took out her phone and started a 7 minutes timer. as soon as she did so, eunchae ran towards the dogs and let them lick her all over her face.

you, on the other hand, were too scared to even breathe. damn, these gigantic dogs scare you so much.

you stood still by the entrance until suddenly, the biggest dog of 'em all approached you and sat in front of you.

The dog tilted his head towards you, his tail wagging uncontrollably.

"looks like she's interested in you" one of the personnel walked towards you. you uncomfortably smiled while looking at her, still afraid that the dog might eat you alive.

the employee laughed lightly.

"don't worry, she doesn't bite" 

"i know but i'm still scared- wait... she?" you asked.

"yep, why? did you think that she was a he?" 

you nodded and scratched your nape out of embarrassment. the employee giggled.

"You're funny" she continued laughing before lightly slapping your shoulder.

'Eh? What was so funny about what I said?' you pondered. 4 minutes in and yet you're already making somebody else laugh.

eunchae, on the other hand, couldn't handle the way the personnel laughed. she thought of the personnel as...maybe...someone who should be eliminated? not the type of eliminate where she's going to k!ll her- no. definitely not like that.

it's more like a talent show where there can only be one winner.

"i'm chaewon" chaewon offered her hand for you to shake.

and in that talent show, chaewon's a contestant who eunchae felt like should oust.

so! eunchae came up with a plan that was smart enough to catch everyone's attention.

"here goes nothing" she sighed.

"AHH! Y/N-IE!!!! THE DOG IS EATING ME" believe it or not, this was the best idea she could ever come up with at the moment.

besides, this sounded even better inside her head.

your eyes widened as soon as you heard this. you immediately looked at eunchae.

even though you were not really a dog lover, you still know the differences between "eat" and "play".

you sighed.

"eunchae-ah, the dog's only playing with you..." 

long story short, eunchae's plan didn't work but she knows that she had successfully eliminated chaewon from the talent show.

if chaewon can giggle and laugh cutely, eunchae can scream her lungs out fully. finally, eunchae's 7 minutes alarm went off.

it's time to go to your next destination.

you and eunchae thanked everyone inside the Dog Café. eunchae took your hands and walked towards the next place she planned to go to.

=+==+= 7:10 am - 7:20 am =+==+=

another 10 minutes to spend with each other means another fun and happy time. at exactly 7:10 am, just as eunchae planned, you arrived inside a perfume store.

you're not exactly here to buy but rather, you're here to act like you're going to buy. you know? like hit and run except that it's called;

"smell and run," eunchae said and giggled.

"that's what we're here for y/n-ie" she added. this time, you'll only have 4 minutes to check out the perfumes and the remaining 6 minutes will be your time to go to their next destination.

"good morning!" a female staff approached you.

"good morning to you too" you greeted back and smiled. "ah, may I help you?" the female staff named 'sakura' asked.

"not really-" 

while you were talking with the staff, eunchae spent her time looking around without forgetting to set a 4 minutes alarm. "ahh, so you're here to take a look around with your friend?" she asked.

friend....damn.

"it seems so" you chuckled.

eunchae, who was too focused on looking around, stopped what she was doing when she noticed that you were too busy with another girl...again.

"seems like a tough opponent" eunchae hummed.

looks like there's another contestant that eunchae has to beat.

another plan to make. eunchae thought of it deeply.

"y/n-ie! can you help me???" 

eunchae asked you for help and of course, you willingly followed. in the end, another contestant was eliminated.

sakura may be sweet but eunchae begins to be sweeter.

just like that, 4 minutes are finally over. now starts your 6-minute walk.

=+==+= 7:20 am - 8:00 am =+==+=

would you look at that? a sudden change of plans.

eunchae couldn't afford to have you distracted by another woman. besides, she's getting tired of coming up with ideas on the spot, it's too brain damaging.

anyways, arcade! a fun place to spend your time if you have nothing else to do.

this time, eunchae swears if one more girl approaches you, she's gonna lose it.

for 30 minutes, both you and eunchae enjoyed your time together, hopping from one game to another. after that, eunchae told you that she was just going to buy the two of you drinks and snacks.

and when she got back, guess what?

2 ridiculously beautiful girls are laughing with you.

as soon as eunchae saw this, her hand slowly crushed the canned soda she bought. oh, y/n...may you rest in peace.

"that's it" eunchae growled. she placed the soda on a chair and walked towards you.

"jagi-ah~!" eunchae sweetly called out.

you were startled right after that. the 2 girls who were with you, however, remained unbothered. "j-jagi?" you gulped.

'I thought we were supposed to keep it lowkey?' you thought.

eunchae clung into your arms.

"oh! who are they JAGI?" eunchae asked, making sure that the 2 girls will know their place.

​​​​​​​"w-well..." for the second time, after eunchae met you, you were once again scared.

​​​​​​​"...s-she's kazuha and she's yunjin" you began praying. ​​​"oh, really?" eunchae smirked.

​​​​​​​"yes, you 2 must be friends? anyways, we were just asking y/n if she's available-" eunchae didn't even let kazuha finish and said, "so she is not and she will never be because as you can see, she's with me and will always be with me" 

​​​​​​​"sheesh, that must be suffocating for you y/n-ssi" yunjin added. now it was very clear that both kazuha and yunjin were trying to piss eunchae off.

and they did.

after what eunchae has heard, her arms softened and her confidence was slowly disintegrating. the other 2 girls noticed this and chuckled right after.

you were worried about her though. not only a few minutes after, eunchae also stopped clinging onto you.

for the rest of the 10 minutes, eunchae remained silent and let kazuha and yunjin take away her lover's attention.

but no matter how hard they try to do so, your attention was focused on eunchae.

after that, eunchae's alarm went off. she stood still and did not urge you to leave and go to your next destination.

ok, that's enough.​​​​​​​ you sighed.​​​​​​​ "nice to meet you girls but, just like what eunchae said earlier, i'm not really available" 

​​​​​​out you, and eunchae, go.

=+==+= 8:00 am - 8:30 am=+==+=

this time, you were the one dragging her. "where are we going?" eunchae coldly asked.

​​​"we're going to the place I cherish the most" you sweetly stated. about 6 minutes later, eunchae noticed that you just passed the perfume shop. 4 more minutes passed and after that, you walked past the dog café. eunchae noticed that you were walking back to where you met earlier.

​​​​​​​"what are we doing back here?" eunchae asked you as she looked at the school's gates. you said nothing and only smiled at her.

you went inside and walked through the hallways.

after walking for a while, you came to a stop in front of the classroom where you first met each other.

​​​​​​"you know, eunchae-ah, I really love this classroom" ​​​​​​​the latter raised her eyebrows. ​​​​​​​"why?" she asked.

​​​​​​​"Because..." you guided eunchae towards her seat.

​​​​​​​"...this was the exact place where you were sitting that day, and i..." you let go of her hands and walked back towards the door.

​​​​​​​"...i was standing here" you smiled.

"i never thought that it'd be you" 

"what?" eunchae was confused.

​​​​​​​"i never thought that you would be my first friend..." 

you took 1 step closer to her.

"...i never thought that you'd be the first person to laugh with me..." ​​​​​​​

you took another step.

​​​​​​​"...i never thought that you'd be the first one to eat with me..."

​​​​​​​another step.

​​​​​​​"...and i never thought that you'd be the first person i'd fall in love with" 

and another one.

you were now standing in front of eunchae. ​​​​​​​"eunchae-ah, believe me, or not, i never regretted nor hesitated when it came to you"

​​​​​​​you held eunchae's cheeks and caressed them.

​​​​​​​"you'll always be my first and my last...no matter what anybody says" 

​​​​​​​you kissed eunchae's cheeks and hugged her tight.

​​​​​​​"eunchae, my manchae, i love you" 

​​​​​​​"i love you too, y/n-ie"

an hour and 30 minutes was enough.

enough for you to make her feel loved.

#le sserafim imagines #kpop #kpop x reader #le sserafim #le sserafim x reader #hong eunchae #eunchae x reader #le sserafim scenarios #le sserafim eunchae #yuhzz

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Can we get hcs of Helian and s/o waking up after a drunken night of doing spicy things?

(GFL) AK-12, AK-15, UMP45, HK416, M4A1, M16A1, RO635, G36, WA2000, Helianthus with their S/O the morning after

I've actually been wanting to write something like this for a while, so now's the perfect excuse to write it!

NSF-W IMPLICATIONS BELOW THE CUT! obviously

S/O's eyes slowly flutter open from the lights of their quarters, feeling a warmth on their body.

Their head turned to a smiling 12, who was snuggled into their chest, her finger idly tracing the outline of their shoulder.

(AK-12) "Hm, looks like someone slept good.~"

(S/O) "Thanks to a certain someone."

S/O made a conscious effort to not stare at her bare chest as the blanket shifted, something which she noticed despite her eyes being shut still.

(AK-12) "Why so shy now? You enjoyed doing much more to them last night-"

(S/O) "Ah, don't say it like that! Makes me sound like some kinda pervert."

12 hummed playfully as S/O moved to get up. Their quarters had always been an enclosed gray rectangle with only space enough for a table, chair, bed, and a closet.

But with 12 hugging so tightly onto them, it felt even smaller somehow.

Before they could fully sit upright, she forced them back down, a small chuckle escaping her lips.

(AK-12) "Come on, we don't have to get up just yet. I'm not entirely satisfied."

(S/O) "We both have to get to work soon, 12. And unlike you, I can get sore."

12's eyes opened and revealed her glowing pink irises, staring straight at S/O, though her expression was more soft than intimidating.

(AK-12) "Please?"

(S/O) sigh "...That's cheating."

(AK-12) "Mhm, but is it working?"

It took all of S/O's self-restraint to not do anything else after giving her a kiss, resulting in 12 making an adorable pout.

S/O felt a small nudge on their forehead that stirred them awake, turning their head to the left and seeing 15 looking at them.

(AK-15) "...Good morning."

(S/O) "Mm...Morning, 15."

Her face was stoic as usual, though there was the slightest tinge of red on her cheeks. S/O had no idea if that was her, or just their eyes seeing something that wasn't there.

Regardless, it made S/O cuddle into 15 with their arms wrapping around her waist.

She slowly raised her arms and did the same, their bare skin touching one another.

Although just like last night, it felt more passionate than lewd.

(AK-15) "You are not injured, I presume?"

(S/O) "Injured? From wha-...O-Oh, right." ahem "No, just a little sore is all."

(AK-15) "Understood. I will take better care next time, my apologies."

(S/O) "Heh, you don't need to say sorry. I don't exactly mind."

(AK-15) "No, but the Commander will should our intercourse become a liability."

S/O couldn't help but blush a little by how bluntly 15 stated last night's activities.

(S/O) "R-Right...By the way, did you kiss my forehead?"

(AK-15) "I did...Should I have not done that?"

(S/O) "Actually, I...was wondering if you could do it again."

15 remained silent again before nodding.

(AK-15) "Acknowledged."

UMP45 yawned as she moved closer into S/O's personal space, a hand lazily resting on their chest.

(UMP45) "Mornin'."

(S/O) "Hey, sleep alright?"

(UMP45) "Mmm, guess so. Now I understand why G11 struggles to get out of bed."

(S/O) "The bed that comfortable?"

(UMP45) "Well, that and a certain someone is quite the sight to wake up to."

UMP45 playfully kissed their cheek and smiled, one of the rare times S/O got to see her genuine one.

(S/O) "You're not so bad looking yourself, you know."

(UMP45) "Aren't you the charmer?...Alright, we should probably get moving. Don't want HK screaming at me too."

UMP45 and S/O sat up, the blanket falling onto both their laps with nothing to make themselves look decent.

Not that either of them minded.

UMP45 felt a tad bit embarrassed about her chest being out in the open, but it quickly dissipated when her head fell onto S/O's shoulder.

(UMP45) "...On second thought, maybe we can stay like this for a few more minutes."

(S/O) "No complaints from me."

416 holds onto S/O tighter the moment she felt them awaken and trying to move.

(S/O) "Wha...416?"

(HK416) "You move too much in your sleep."

(S/O) "You didn't have a problem with me moving last night-"

416 gave them a death glare as S/O chuckled, but she simply shook her head and rested it on their chest.

She angled her head away to make sure S/O didn't see her blush, but they could just feel it with how her face began to heat up.

(S/O) "Did you rest well at least? I hope I didn't annoy you too much then."

(HK416) "I slept good...t-thanks to you. Now, get your ass up. I don't wanna have to lecture you too as well."

(S/O) "But, you're on me-"

416 gently flicked their forehead, grumbling what S/O could assume was German.

(S/O) "Love you too, 416!"

416 rolled her eyes but S/O saw the tiniest smile on the corner of her lips that formed.

S/O feels their hand wrapped in a comfortable warmth, turning over and seeing M4 smiling right at them, both her hands wrapping around theirs.

(M4A1) "Good morning, dear."

Even though she was blushing, her smile did nothing to mask her beauty, making S/O's mouth go slightly agape.

(S/O) "Morning, M4."

The two briefly kissed before S/O squeezed her hand in return, making her giggle.

(S/O) "You're very beautiful in the morning, you know that?"

M4 bashfully turned away, finally releasing S/O's hand.

(M4A1) "Hah, I-I don't know if I can handle these kinds of compliments this early in the morning."

(S/O) "How about this then?"

M4 let out a cute yelp when S/O suddenly hugged her from behind, rapidly giving her light pecks on the cheek that made her laugh.

S/O was just happy to see M4 laughing after what she had been through.

She deserved every bit of affection, and more.

M16 obnoxiously stretched and yawned, her hand accidentally smushing against S/O's face.

(S/O) "Ack...!"

(M16A1) "Heh, what's up?"

She messily rolled over on top of them, her chest squishing up against them and threatening to press against their face, making S/O blush madly.

(M16A1) "Seriously? This wasn't even the craziest position w-"

(S/O) "Stop it! Too early for this, M16!"

M16 let out a hearty laugh, but her expression became softer as she laid her head next to theirs.

(M16A1) "...I love you."

S/O was taken aback by how affectionate she had just become, but returned the gesture with a kiss on her eye.

(S/O) "Love you too."

M16 finally got off S/O, letting them breathe freely again as she got up and put on a shirt.

(S/O) "...H-Hey, that's my shirt!"

(M16A1) "Psh, girlfriend rules. Whatever clothes you wear are mine."

She wore the shirt outside of their room, making many members of AR Team realize the implications of what had happened.

Except for SOPMOD.

RO flusteredly put the blanket over her large chest, making S/O wake up faster than she intended.

(S/O) "Hm...? Oh, hey RO. Is something wrong?"

(RO635) "N-No, it's just...Um...I don't look decent right now."

S/O smiled as their hand brushed against hers.

(S/O) "You always look beautiful to me, RO."

Her cheeks brighten up at the compliment, but is quick to correct them.

(RO635) "I-I meant I'm not dressed!"

(S/O) "I know what you meant. But really? After what we did last night?"

(RO635) "That's a bit different! But...I appreciate the compliment."

S/O laughed at how adorable she was, giving them a small peck on the cheek. It made her shoulders finally relax, and let the blanket drop as she averted her gaze.

(RO635) "Can you hand me my shirt...please?"

G36's eyes squint as she wakes up, trying to find a shirt to put on for the moment before feeling S/O's hand on her waist.

(G36) "Ah, good morning, dear."

(S/O) "Morning. Going to work already?"

(G36) "Indeed."

(S/O) "Can't you stay in bed for at least a few more minutes?"

(G36) "No, I cannot. I must make myself look presentable otherwise people might...talk."

G36 reflexively covered her chest, though she made no effort to hide it from S/O.

(S/O) "Well, at least that'll be easy for you..."

S/O awkwardly eyed the hickies on their neck.

G36 vision became clearer as she closed in on S/O's face, giving them a quick kiss before finally getting up and letting S/O stare.

(G36) "...S/O, I believe you have already had ample time to look at me from last night. May I ask if you can help find my clothes?"

(S/O) "R-Right."

WA's eyes shot wide open the moment she realized she had no clothes on, and neither did S/O.

She looked hurriedly back and forth for a shirt before seeing S/O slowly get up.

S/O wrapped their arms around her stomach, making her yelp as she felt their head on her shoulder.

(S/O) "Hey, WA-"

(WA2000) "W-Watch where your hands are going!"

S/O chuckled teasingly, but made no suggestive movement with their hands, much to her relief.

Instead their hug became tighter.

(S/O) "You didn't mind at all last night where my hands were-"

(WA2000) "I swear to god you blockhead, one more word out of your mouth...!"

WA felt S/O's smirk grow against her bare shoulder, but they said nothing else when WA sighed and relaxed into them.

WA rested her body against theirs, closing her eyes.

(WA2000) "...Just give me my shirt in a few minutes, and I'll let you have this, alright?"

(S/O) "Let me have this, or let you have this?"

(WA2000) "Shut it already."

WA squeezed the hands around her tightly, deciding to enjoy the intimate moment with S/O adding of saying anything else.

Helian jolted awake as her eyes shot wide open, almost screaming.

(Helianthus) "I'M GONNA BE LATE!"

(S/O) "H-Helian! It's only 7, we still got an hour and a half!"

(Helianthus) "I...I-I see."

She finally realized what had happened, noticing her and S/O's lack of clothing.

Slowly, she grabbed the blanket and covered her chest awkwardly.

(Helianthus) "...G-Good morning."

(S/O) "Um...Morning."

An awkward silence passed between the two before she put the blanket to her mouth, her voice barely above a whisper.

(Helianthus) "...Was...I alright last night?"

S/O smiled and took her into a loving embrace, making her relax just the slightest amount.

(S/O) "More than alright. You made me feel loved, and that's all I'll ask for. What about you?"

Uncharacteristically, she gets even quieter as her expression softens and her shoulders become less stiff.

(Helianthus) "...I feel the same, S/O."

After a moment enjoying the intimacy, Helian clears her throat and begins speaking how she normally does.

(Helianthus) "Get yourself dressed. I want you ready by the time I come out the shower."

(S/O) "Can't we both use it?"

That immediately makes her fumble her next words.

(Helianthus) "I-...I suppose we can. Just...don't try anything, alright?"

(S/O) "Heh, yes ma'am."

She raised an eyebrow at their playful tone.

(S/O) "..." ahem "Understood."

S/O said in a much more clearer and professional tone.

That made Helian chuckle, making her squeeze their hand affectionately.

(Helianthus) "Much better."

She didn't mind S/O's playfulness and...other moods, as long as it was kept inside here in privacy.

#nsft #girls' frontline imagines #girls' frontline x reader #girls' frontline headcanons #ak 12 x reader #ak 15 x reader #ump45 x reader #hk416 x reader #m4a1 x reader #m16a1 x reader #ro635 x reader #g36 x reader #wa2000 x reader #helianthus x reader #ak 12 gfl #ak 15 gfl #ump45 gfl #hk416 gfl #m4a1 gfl #m16a1 gfl #ro635 gfl #g36 gfl #wa2000 gfl #helianthus gfl

[idyllic-affections]

What if Kaveh's child became a talented sculptor/painter like in their teens? Say like 15 or so? Idk. That second part got me thinking so much abt them just tugging Kaveh by the arm to their next project like "OMG YOURE GONNA LOVE THIS ONE IM SO PROUD OF IT SPGUEJGEJLVWLHELHEJ"

artistic inclination.

summary. what if kaveh's child was artistically inclined?

trigger & content warnings. none applicable.

tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. fluff. adoptive dad!kaveh & reader. 0.5k words. they/them pronouns used for reader. this post is an expansion of what if kaveh adopted a child? author's thoughts. GOD YOURE SO RIGHT ANON I LOVE THIS IDEA ITS SO CUTE..... guys. i BEG of you. please send me asks like this. i adore when this happens. getting asks about any of my ongoing series is an absolute delight. requests are always always always welcome, but this kind of ask? this kind of ask is my favorite type fr <3

kaveh's kid does absolutely end up being good with their hands, whether that's because of the time they spent with the forest rangers or simply because they lean in favor of artistic hobbies, and kaveh himself? he is overjoyed. the fact that [name], his [name], seems to have some inherent inclination towards the arts... archons. he loves that about them. it's like they were always meant to be his child.

he loves that his kid's first instinct is to run to him when they have a sort of creative breakthrough. he loves that their first instinct is to tug him by the arm and show him what they've made, even if there's still wet paint or clay on their hands because really, it's just a shirt. it can be washed. stains are just stains. he honestly understands on a very personal level; he gets paint all over himself, too. things happen.

it's worth it in the end, because he just loves them so dearly. their joy is his joy. their sorrow is his sorrow. their feelings are his. he resonates so deeply with the emotions of everyone around him, so you had better believe that his empathy increases tenfold for his own kid. he feels their feelings as if they were his own.

he understands their joy beyond the influence of his empathy, though. as an artist himself... he's so unbelievably honored that their first instinct is to share their work with him.

art is like a little window inside the artist's mind. the things they create give their father a deeper understanding of who they are, how they think, how they feel, why they think and feel that way. an artist sharing their work is an earnest display of vulnerability.

kaveh is so enamored with the way they are so willing, so eager to be vulnerable with him in such a sensitive way, especially in their teen years. he's heard a lot of things about raising teens; teens are supposed to be... difficult, aren't they? however, [name] just isn't difficult in the slightest.

...

well, children tend to be a reflection of the parent(s) they are raised by. [name] can be sassy and sarcastic, courtesy of tighnari and alhaitham's influence, but... they aren't difficult. they are kind and emotionally aware and warm and gentle.

overall, kaveh and his little co-parenting friend group did very well raising [name].

"baba, come look! i finished that project i was telling you about. it took me a while, but i finally did it!"

this happens multiple times on many different occasions, but kaveh's reaction never becomes any less enthusiastic. it doesn't matter what may be occupying his mind at that moment. he treasures their openness and could never so much as imagine disregarding their joy in moments like that. he always replies with a smile, wiping away a little bit of semi-wet paint that somehow ended up on their cheek.

kaveh only ends up smearing it more, but the gesture is sweet and appreciated nonetheless.

"ah, really?! i'm so proud of you. i know it can be hard sometimes. let me see what you've made this time."

please consider reblogging, it helps me out quite a lot!

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[lambowverde]

Blood Of The Faithful (1)

Pairing: Ran Haitani × Married, Older! Reader

Content warning: Age gap. Brief description of a stab wound. Implied sexual content

Word count: 5.1k

Summary: In a chance encounter, Ran comes across you, a newly married woman with a husband who couldn’t give you the time of day. He thinks he can fill the vacant hole in your heart quite well…if you would only stop treating him like a kid.

Note: In just about every story of Ran I’ve ever read, he’s always had the upper hand. I wanted to see a story of where he desperately tried to win the love of a woman he couldn’t and shouldn’t have. And because of that wish, this story was born! Please enjoy :)

Ran first met you at his lowest, on a very dark, dark day.

Bleeding through his new Yves Saint Laurent shirt wasn’t his thing—and getting grazed by a knife in a fight wasn’t either. But you can’t always get what you want, Ran supposes. He’ll just have to buy another one later. He’s sure his father could spare the money. Better to spend it on your son then his typical prostitutes, right? 

“Fuck…” He grumbles,  his vision blurring and dimming by the second. It’s one of those nights where Rindou wasn’t with him, maybe out with a girl twice his age, or with his ‘friends’ who couldn’t stomach being around Ran for too long—much too nervous. It didn’t help that he broke his phone during the fight and lost his wallet somewhere amidst the bodies he left in the alleyway. What kind of gang brings 15 people to jump one person?

Either way, as he stumbles through the streets with crimson painting him, Ran finds solace in knowing that he’s at least in his neighborhood. He’s desperate to at least make it inside his own house before he collapses, but when Ran’s foot catches up on a rock, it sends him toppling forward in one of the most humiliating ways imaginable. 

His body hits the concrete with a thud, the only light source illuminating him being the poorly lit street lights. For something that should’ve been expensive, (because his neighborhood wouldn’t settle for anything less) one might’ve thought it’d at least work better.

But it doesn’t, and as Ran tries to pick himself up and stand again, he finds himself completely unable to do so. The stab wound near his stomach throbbed painfully, his legs so weakened they were shaking.

How awful. His new shirt is an absolute goner, then.

And he might be too, soon.

Or, so he thought until he heard an oddly calm, melodic voice in the midst of a storm. “Oh my god, are you alright sweetie?”

Sweetie. How strange. Ran is usually the one calling people that, typically pretty girls who didn’t know any better when they approached him. And the last woman, used to be the only one, who has ever called him that was his mother.

That was until she stopped breathing, of course.

Looking up with whatever little strength he had left, Ran’s eyes widened once he met yours.

You’re in your late 20’s, no older then 30 but almost there, the maturity in your eyes and the plush to your skin told him so. There’s a bag of groceries in one of your hands, and you’re wearing an awfully, awfully tiny shirt, one that could never fully cover your breasts. Not when it was practically spilling out of the thin material, and ah—you’re coming closer.

The bag of groceries is the first to hit the ground, you following right afterwards. You look even more beautiful up close, Ran realizes, and when you put his head on your lap as you inspect the wounds, he thinks maybe dying right now wouldn’t be so bad. It’s much better to die in the lap of a gorgeous woman then it is to die alone in the middle of the dirty, insect ridden streets in his opinion.

But when he thinks of Rindou, his no good little brother and the most precious thing in his life, Ran thinks there’s no way in hell he could die now—or ever.

“C-Can you stand? You need treatment dear.” Your voice shakes as you attempt to help him up, but Ran must’ve been heavier then you originally thought, so he used whatever strength he had left to stabilize his footing.

There’s something comforting about your scent, it…it smells like a home. Not the one he lives in, with the shiny marble floors and the high ceiling with glass planes for windows, but an actual one. One filled with laughter, small corners and secret hiding spots, a room with regular windows and not ones made from colored stained glass.

As you speak to him, one sentence after the other, Ran doesn’t pick up on any of it. All he remembers through the haze of his injury and his squinted eyes was a door, and the warmth of your hand on his back.

And then, nothing. 

The next time Ran wakes up, hes somewhere unfamiliar, and whatever he was laying on was…soft. 

It all comes to him slowly, like pieces of puzzles falling to its place, but when he blinks and sees you above him—Ran realizes that he was sleeping on your lap.

He gets up much faster and rougher then he should’ve, especially considering that you were snoozing off with your head angled so low, it makes him worry that you’ll hurt your neck that way. 

Grabbing your head, he slowly pushes you back so you lay normally on the couch. He’s in a living room, an extremely spacious one that rivals his own, and all around him were first aid kit materials like bandaids and disinfectant.

You…You him, it seems.

Looking around, he quickly realizes that this was your house. He’s standing in the middle of a spacious living room, looking eerily similar to Ran’s own. There’s a dog bowl in the corner (though he hasn’t seen any pets yet) and general decorations. There’s also pictures hanging on the wall that tells him so, of you smiling with an unfamiliar man, his hands around your waist, beaming into the camera. Or at least you were, the man that you were with looked somewhere between a scowl and a grin.

He must be your boyfriend—this man.

With brown slicked back hair, boring golden eyes and a somewhat sleezy smile, your boyfriend reminds him of a man he’d see hanging around his father. He’s undoubtedly rich, probably has a charming smile if he flashes his teeth, but at the core, they were all the same. 

Just people hungry for power.

There’s more where those pictures came from, of just you and that man, one where you were at a Zoo, some restaurant, and…your graduation?

“His name is Minato, we married each other just about a month ago.” 

Ran whips his head around more calmly then he felt, because quite frankly, he was too enamored by the pictures to have heard you walking behind him, a fond smile on your face.

Ah, husband then.

He doesn’t know how he managed to miss the golden band on your finger, a small diamond glinting back at him in the low evening light. It’s much too small, he thinks, and if he were to be your husband, he would’ve bought you the most expensive, beautiful ring there was. And if he couldn’t—then that just means he wasn’t worthy.

“You make a lovely couple.” Ran says, and he means it. Or at least, he thinks he does. 

Blinking, he backtracks. Wait…think? 

“Thank you, are you alright?” As you approach closer with concern on your face, Ran somehow found himself backing up until he hits the wall, your hand touching his forehead. “You were burning up earlier, and you had this wound—I was worried you’d get a fever on top of your injuries.”

Heart beating fast, much more faster then it’s ever had before, Ran took a moment to calm himself. “Y-Yes, I’m fine. Thank you for treating me.” 

It fails, god does it fail when you flash a blinding, bright smile at him. “I’m so glad.”

Ran Haitani doesn’t get nervous. Ran could count on one hand, during his 19 years of living, just how many times his nerves took over him.

But in front of you, as you harp around like a worried mother hen, he finds himself absolutely frozen. Not with fear—because there was absolutely not one thing scary about you, but just…

Nervousness. He’s scared of messing up, somehow.

What was going on?

“Your clothes were soaked with blood, I’m not sure where you live, but you should probably take a shower first. You don’t want to scare your folks or passing pedestrians.” Ran doesn’t tell you that he only lives with his brother. Or how his father was abroad and his mother six feet under. Instead, he smiles.

“No, I couldn’t intrude more then I already have.” Ran began to step away from you, slowly, one foot at the time, eyeing the door. Something about you makes him feel not like himself. He’s never felt so out of his own skin until now, and he couldn’t pinpoint just exactly what it was. “Thank you for all that you’ve—

“Nonsense!” It absolutely startles Ran when you grab his hand, pulling him somewhere with much more strength then he thought your little body could hold. “You’re still so young, what if someone calls the cops on you? That could go on your record you know.”

Ran absolutely does not mention that he’s already been to juvie two times, or how he’s already taken a life at the ripe age of 13. If anything, he keeps his mouth firmly shut and lets you lead him.

Turning the corner, he sees a restroom, and you’re quick to push him in. “Take a bath for however long you want, please also make sure not to scrub too hard around your wounds, okay?” 

Ran could only blankly nod, swept away by your rhythm.

“Take your time, dinner will be ready soon!” And with that, you closed the door and left, your footsteps receding and leaving Ran alone.

It takes a few seconds for Ran to snap out of his daze, still somewhat recovering from the hurricane that was you, but when he looks in the mirror by accident, he freezes.

There’s a color decorating his face, spreading through his cheeks and especially to the tip of his ears.

Ran was blushing a shade of cherry red.

“What’s your name?”

“Ran, Ran Haitani.”

Dinner, turns out, is yakisoba with chicken. The noodles were still steaming and shiny since it just got out of the pan, and the green onions topping it only made it look tastier. Ran has had yakisoba many times, due to that little store near the station, but it never quite look as delicious as this.

When was the last time Ran had a home cooked meal anyways? 

“Okay then Ran, I hope you don’t mind some yakisoba. I wasn’t expecting anyone so I didn’t really plan a grand meal…” You trail off in a way that hints at signs of nervousness, darting your eyes to land on everything except Ran. And that was cute, adorable even. 

“Don’t be, thank you for saving me and doing all of this. You’re a very sweet woman.” He talks like how he would to any girl, with flattery laced in every word and a smile just small enough to be genuine. You clearly believe it, by the way your eyes light up, but you don’t…you don’t quite look at him like the other girls do. What was missing?

“How could I just let a kid bleed out on the street?” You say, passing him a glass of water. “I could never live with myself if I did that. Now, eat up dear, it'll grow cold.” There’s excitement in your voice as you eye the food, like you couldn’t wait for Ran to try it.

Well, even if it was bad, he would never tell you so. The reaction you so clearly want from him is one you will get regardless if it’s genuine or not. He swirls the noodles on his plate and puts it in his mouth, he’s already prepared his next few words before—

“It’s delicious.” Ran says, his eyes widening with how much he meant it. You looked so eager for him to eat it, he assumed that perhaps cooking wasn’t your forte, but it clearly is if this is what it tastes like. The way the flavors all blend in his mouth was masterful. 

You don’t reply, and when Ran looks up to realize why, he finds your shoulder shaking with barely contained laughter, until you break. “Pfft, so you are still a kid!” You holler, little giggles ransacking your body. 

Your words bring heat to his skin, and Ran doesn’t understand why. 

Sensing that, you’re quick to explain. “You seem…quite mature for your age. I saw uh, your tattoo’s.” 

Ah, that's right, while treating him, you must’ve lifted up his shirt and saw the tattoo that he got matching with Rindou. Which, you did terrific at, patching up his wounds way better then Ran and Rindou had ever learned how to, despite the many times they’ve injured themselves and required it.

Grinning, he tilts his head. “Are my tattoo’s the only reason you think I’m ‘mature’?”

It’ll be a lie if he were to say he didn’t get injured lower, right below his v-line and very close to something rather private—but you treated that too, he saw it when he was in the shower trying to scrub blood from underneath his fingernails. He received that wound when one guy was clinging to his waist, trying to save his comrade from being choked in the midst of the fight.

Unexpectedly, you blush a daring red at his comment, and Ran is shocked by how quickly you switch from a doting hen to a shy, bashful woman. He feels like there’s so many faces to you, he couldn’t keep track of them all. Not when your expression was always changing. “I-I didn’t mean to violate you like that, it’s just, you were bleeding particularly hard down there! And I didn’t see anything…private.”

It seems like you really didn’t, and even if you did, Ran wouldn’t have a problem with it anyways. His dick wasn't something he felt like he had to hide from women—especially beautiful ones at that. “I wasn’t worried about that.” He says gently, and the smile he gives you seems to calm you down, making you sigh in relief. 

“Oh thank goodness. I would never want you to think I violated you like that in your sleep.” 

There’s something so…so cute about you. It would almost scream naive, but with your age, he wouldn’t think so. It was more like you were truly sweet from the heart down. 

Rindou would like you, Ran thinks. Rindou liked his girls as sweet as sugar and as nurturing as a mother. Though the girls he usually sleeps with are none of that, having zero of the traits he liked with the exception of the physical department. 

Now that Ran is looking even closer though…your breast would 100% catch Rindou’s eyes. 

Stopping himself from staring before you could catch him, you gladly didn’t seem to notice it. It was a shame he’d never see you after this again. And quite frankly, he finds it to be a waste for a woman such as you to be tied down so early. 

As Ran exits your house, truly expecting to be somewhere he wouldn’t recognize, he’s utterly baffled to be met with… 

His own house, just right across from yours.

That’s right, wasn't there moving trucks here just a week ago? 

The next time Ran sees you again, it was you who appeared first.

A week or two had passed since his last encounter with you, and while you appeared in his mind much more often then he would’ve liked to admit, Ran swore all he needed was time.

Time to forget you, and maybe a little bit of a distraction to help speed the process too.

Gripping the girl's hips, he helps guide her up and down, a steady yet rough rhythm that she doesn't seem to mind. “Move your waist, like that, hah…” 

“Ah, ah, R-Ran—!” 

He’ll have to change the sheets later, he knows, but that’s in the back of his mind. Right now, he could only focus on the warm heat enveloping his cock, and the pair of breasts that were bouncing in front of him wildly. 

And just as he was about to cum, his cock swelling and his breathing uneven, a knock startles the girl who’s name he couldn’t quite remember, and your voice startles him.

“Hello?” There’s absolutely no way in hell that Ran wouldn’t be able to recognize your voice, not when he has been recalling the melody of it in his brain for the past two weeks. “I-Is anybody home?” 

Rindou is out right now, he never liked to be here when Ran had his girls over, and it was just your distressed voice that rang inside his hollow home.

You sounded like you were in trouble.

Once he realized that, he pushed the girl off of him and told her, “Be a good girl and wait for a second, okay?” beforeputting on his pants and rushing to the door. 

He thought he had been too slow and that you would’ve left by now, but you didn’t, and the woman he’s been thinking of since that fateful day was right in front of him. You were wearing a worried expression on your face, furrowed eyebrows that quickly shifted to pure embarrassment once your eyes landed on his chest.

“R-Ran?! You live here?” Ah, so you had no idea that he lived just right across from you. Which meant that your visit wasn’t for him. 

He smiles his usual smile, hoping it’d offer you some assurance. “I do. Quite a surprise, isn’t it? Neighbor.”

Bringing his face closer to your own, he tries to make eye contact with you again, but you only blush and look away. It’s endearing. “I had no idea.”

“Now you do. Do you need something?” 

At his inquiry, you snap out of your embarrassment, the concerned look returning to your face. “It’s Momo…” Your face turns considerably more pale as you speak. “He’s missing!”

Ran blinks. “Momo?”

“My dog that I got a week ago.” Now that he thought back on it, Ran recalled seeing pet food and an unused dog bowl in your living room, was that you preparing for Momo? “He must’ve gotten out when my husband accidentally left the door open, and I caught it too late.”

It was clear how worried and anxious you were, your fingers never took a rest with fiddling at the hem of your shirt, and your eyes would shift from object to object, never staying anywhere for too long. “He’s a Pomeranian with brown, fluffy fur and a yellow collar. Have you seen him at all? This just happened about an hour ago. I searched everywhere.”

Shaking his head, Ran runs a hand through his hair. “I didn’t, but I’ll help you search for him.” Your eyes lit up immediately at his words, and Ran’s heart clenched. “I’m sure he hasn’t gotten far. The more eyes the better, right?” 

A relieved smile makes way to your face. “Thank you Ran, I—“

“Rannn~” There’s goosebumps that reach his skin once he heard a whiny, high pitched voice coming from behind him. Soon after, someone clings to his back, their arms wrapping around his waist. “You’re taking sooo long, come back to bed.”

It’s the girl from before, the one he should’ve never took home. Not when she couldn’t follow simple directions and stay inside like he told her to, having the guts to come out at the worse, possible timing.

Your eyes widened once it lands on her, and it seems as if you put two and two together. A look of realization dawns on your face with a blush. “Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t know you had your girlfriend ove—“

“She’s not my girlfriend.” Ran quickly says, and perhaps it was much too fast, and much too firm for his smile to soften the landing of it. You flinch at the solid tone of his voice. “She’s…give us a second.”

Closing the door a little in hopes that you wouldn’t hear (or see) what he was about to do, Ran grabs the girl by the cheeks. Her eyes bug out as he did so, and he hopes that his smile was as sweet as intended, because his next words would be anything but. “What happened to being a good girl and staying in the room, doll?”

The girl begins to shake, but she’s also blushing. “U-Um, You were taking so long, and I—“

“You’re a bad girl, Izumi.” Her name came to him when his eyes caught on the embroidery on her bag, and he remembers the way she introduced herself to him a week ago. She had hair just like yours, and maybe if she behaved just a little bit cuter, she could’ve been more like you too. “I don’t like girls who don't follow directions, no matter how cute.”

Her eyes darkened with sadness, but she nodded in acceptance. “If you understand, put your clothes on properly and leave.”

Ran swears to himself, just then, that he’ll never get caught with another girl as long as you were around again. He doesn’t know why it matters so much, or why it bothers him so, but the thought of you thinking he was taken oddly…pissed him off. 

Ran belonged to nobody, and that's how its been since he was born.

Searching for Momo proved to be much more troublesome then Ran thought.

Although he scoured every street, peeked in every corner, looked in even the dumpsters and trash, the small, brown pomeranian was still nowhere to be seen. Either Momo really knew how to play hide and seek, or someone else had already picked him up the streets and claimed him as their own.

You already alerted the nearby police department, so that if anyone were to bring in a lost dog, you’d be the first to receive a call. Other than that, it was just simply you and him out here, searching for Momo until the sun had began to set.

Your eyes are glossy, and you look exhausted from inside and out. The hair you had pulled so neatly in a bun was coming loose, random strands sticking out in all directions. There’s a tiredness to your footsteps that wasn’t present before until now, and you forgo your cardigan a while ago, but must’ve been starting to regret it as the wind started to pick up.

The sun casts you in an orange, dull light. But perhaps it only looked that way because your expression was so dejected, not that it lessened your beauty by any means. Ran doesn't think you could look anything less then stunning, no matter how worn out or fatigued you might be.

Taking his jacket off, Ran drapes it over your shoulders, hoping to ease your shivers as he does so. He doesn’t acknowledge the way it makes him feel, to see you in clothes that clearly don't fit you—his clothes that clearly don't fit you.

“Thank you Ran.” Ran smiles back at the drained, low energy smile you gave him in return for his jacket. “I didn’t realize it had gotten so cold out.”

Momo most likely won't be found soon, especially since it was getting darker and darker out. Not to mention, he doesn't want you out in the streets once the sun falls below a certain line. It was never safe for his mother, and it especially won't be for you. “You should head home for the day.” He suggests, and you open your mouth to argue back, but stops once you see the expression on his face, the one mirroring your own. “It's getting late, and it'll be harder to see. If he was around here, then we would’ve found him by now. We’ll take the search to a larger scale in the morning, you're tired, aren’t you?”

Though you didn't want to admit it, you nod anyways at Ran’s question. Perhaps knowing it was fruitless to lie. “We’ll make missing posters tomorrow, I’ll help you with that too.”

Tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ears, Ran was completely cut off guard when you embraced him, your body trembling in little shivers. You weren’t crying, not yet. But he gets a feeling you could only hold the tears for so long before they escaped.

And you didn't want him to see it—the kid you saved from the streets he still must’ve been, in your eyes.

“Thank you so much Ran, thank you.” You whisper, your voice muffled against his chest. 

For the first time in a long time, Ran hugs a woman. Not for the sake of it, or for an act he felt like he had to do to pull something off, but genuinely because he wanted to. Because he wanted to comfort you. “Of course, love.”

It was impossible to miss the way you freeze up upon hearing the term of endearment. Ran quickly realizes that while he called many other girls pet names, he has never once called you one—until now.

But if the way you flush and smile up at him meant anything, then he doesn't think you mind it that much.

By the time the sun came down, Ran had already saw you off home.

And in the next second, he called his brother.

“Hello?” Rindou answers, his voice a little bit raspy, and there’s a moan in the background that follows right after.

Brother and brother indeed, but he’ll have to cut Rindou’s fun short. “I need help, something has come up.”

The moans stop, and Rindou’s tone is a bit firmer, filled with more urgency when he asks, “What? What is it?”

“A lost dog.” Ran says, perhaps a little more nonchalantly then he should’ve. “I need help finding a lost dog.”

“…What?”

As of the current moment, Ran has over 50 people searching for Momo, Rindou and him included.

His brother couldn’t fathom Ran calling people out to do this, but he surprisingly didn't question Ran like he was expecting Rindou to. His men, on the other hand, seem eager to help out, be of some use and prove their worth to Ran. Though he tried telling everyone to be quiet when walking through the neighborhood, Ran wasn’t sure if everybody heeded his warning as they should have.

No matter, he’ll deal with the consequences later. For now, Ran just needs to find that dog.

Your Momo, who you obviously have grown to love despite not having him any longer then a week, was the sole purpose of Ran’s search. You must have a big heart, and therefore have an abundance of love to give. How could the dog decide that the cold streets was better to be in then your warm arms? 

Walking endlessly, checking every corner he could, Ran landed on a common playground. 

It was a very small one, with little play equipment, nothing but one lone slide and three swings, but Ran found himself wandering over to it anyways. It reminds him of the one Rindou and he used to play in, where they would pretend to be rulers of a kingdom concocted from dreams and too many tv shows. But it was one of his favorite memories with his brother, and—

From his peripherals, a fluff of brown fur and something bright yellow catches his eyes.

Ran stops in his tracks. There was no way that…

It was.

Hiding in the slide, or rather—sleeping, was Momo. Your dog who has been missing this entire day, the one he left no stone unturned for.

This entire time, the little creature had been dozing off in the slide.

Even when he picks the dog up, it only stirred for a little bit, staring at him for a few seconds to only snuggle up in Ran’s arms and head right back to sleep. No survival instincts, huh?

While walking back to your house, and after calling off the search, Ran checks for any sign of injuries. Aside from simply being dirty, Momo seemed to be fine, like he spent most of his day cozying up in that slide and napping.

You would be happy to hear that, no, ecstatic. You’d smile widely, and your eyes would twinkle and you would thank him and mean every ounce of it. Would you still be awake at this hour? 

Would your husband be home? 

Was he consoling you right now? Wiping your tears away, offering you his chest to cry on, giving you comfort in ways only a lover could? 

There’s only one car parked in front of your home, your car he’s guessing, and Ran takes it as a no, nobody was home. Nobody but you. The lights to your living room were still on as well.

Most likely, you would want to be reunited with Momo right away. Or at least, that’s what Ran tells himself as he knocks on the door. Not at all listening to the pitter patter of his heart that says he only wanted to see your happy face.

It takes only a few minutes for you to appear, wearing your pajamas as you stilled. “Ran? Wha…” Once your eyes landed on the peacefully sleeping creature in his arms, your lips tremble, and you gape. “…Momo…?” You whisper, in utter disbelief.

Unable to stop himself from smiling, Ran hands your troublesome pup to you gently, afraid of waking him up. “He was sleeping inside the slide of a playground. From what I checked, he isn’t injured.”

“But…How? Wha…?” You close and open your mouth with shock, holding Momo and peering up at him with the most beautiful eyes. It’s incredible how cute you can still look with such an incredulous face. “I thought you said—“

“I said that women shouldn’t be out alone this late at night, not men.” He smiles, and slowly, you do too. “Does this make us even for when you saved me last time?” 

Teasing, he leans in a little closer, expecting you to blush as you always do. But there must’ve been something in the air that night, because you hug him close, Momo still peacefully sleeping in your arms as you found solace in his. “Thank you, Ran.” You whispered, voice low.

Slowly, hesitantly, because he’s scared you’ll hear the pounding of his heart, Ran hugs you back. His throat felt dry and rendered speechless.

“You’re such a good boy, thank you.”

There was a time where Ran was convinced he could have escaped your hold. That there was a universe out there where he didn’t fall for you, and he saw you for what you should’ve been—his beautiful, sweet neighbor.

Somewhere in his heart, he knows that it isn’t true.

Ran Haitani was gone from the very moment he laid eyes on you.

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Kinktober 2023 - Day 15

Something that tickles your fancy for the day.

Character: Monkey D. Luffy Reader: gender-neutral Warnings: None, really. Pretty fluffy.

Summary: Luffy likes your laugh, and he has a very direct way of getting to hear it. -:- 857 words

Tickle Monster

“I’ll laugh!” You assert, putting your hands in front of you to stave off Luffy’s advances. “I’ll laugh for you, Luffy, just… just give me a moment.” You have to admit you’re panicking just a little. Laughing on command isn’t easy, and that’s not exactly what Luffy was asking of you.

You two had gotten to talking during watch. He was up because it was hit turn, you were up because you couldn’t fall asleep and had decided to give your captain, and companion, some company.

You had thought it would be better than staring at the ceiling for an indeterminate amount of time, but now you were missing the quiet of the bunks. The two of you had gotten into a conversation about one another. Your relationship was new, and neither of you really cared to define it in common terms, so you had moments like these.

Where you talked. Tonight’s conversation had gotten on how one of Luffy’s favorite things about you was your laugh. He liked it so much he was trying to figure out how to make you laugh more, when he realized he could just tickle you.

“Ah… um… ha, ha, ha?” You try, but it’s so painfully awkward, and Luffy just tilts his head. The look he gives you is enough to pull a genuine, if not sputtered, laugh from you.

Luffy gives you a wide smile at the try, laughing similarly with his devious shi-shi-shi. “See? You need some help to get started, it’s okay. I don’t mind helping!”

You grab his wrists as he reaches out again. “If, if you tickle me I’ll laugh really loud!” You insist, embarrassment racing into your face. “I’ll – I’ll end up waking everyone up.”

“Nah, they all sleep really well.” Luffy does his best to reassure you, his hands already stretching past your grip.

Damn this rubber body of his.

You barely have time to think the thought before his fingers have found your sides. You’re not normally super ticklish, but you’re on edge right now, trying to avoid being tickled, and failing miserably. The tension has made you more susceptible to the act and you’re laughing before you can even tell Luffy to stop.

Your laughter fills the crow’s nest, and once he gets you going, his arms wrap around you and start tickling you everywhere they can reach. You let go of your hold on his wrists, it’s not doing any good anyway, and try to grab at his fingers as his long arms stretch around you.

Eventually Luffy has his arms wrapped around your waist, your legs, and around your shoulders, fingers resting on them as he gives you a chance to catch your breath. You’re flushed and dizzy from laughter, squirming in strange bondage that only Luffy could do.

“No… more…” you huff. You’re sweaty, and tired. A little grateful that you’ll be able to sleep after all, and maybe a little miffed that you’ll have to take a bath before you can go back to bed, but you’re not upset. “Whether you got your fill, or not, Luffy.”

He smiles, pulling you against his body and giving you a full body hug. His fingers wiggle as he laughs into the hug, the ticklish sensation pulling a few small giggles from you until something shifts and your last giggle turns into a moan.

The two of you look at one another in mild surprise, and you see a devious look cross his face.

“No, no!” You assert, trying to wriggle free. “You got your share of laughs out of me, I’ll not be – Hannnnnghhhh, Luuuuuffy, st-stop.” You gasp, deft fingers slipping over your sweat slicked body in a skilled mix of ticklish motions and something more devious.

“(Y/N) is full of a lot of different kinds of good sounds.” He says with a laugh. “I wanna hear more!”

“Luh-later! Tomorrow! Another night,” you assert, laughing despite it all. “Luffy, I’m exhausted now, lemme sleep! All that laughing wore me out.”

“Tomorrow then!”

“Tomorrow night.” You state as his hands begin to unwind from you.

“Tomorrow! I don’t want to wait.” He asserts.

“Tomorrow night.” You insist. “I don’t mind laughing around the others, but I don’t want to accidentally moan like that in front of anyone… uh… else.”

“It’s a sound just for me, huh?” He prompts, a knowing smile on his face. That’d been how you’d defined some of the more intimate things between the two of you. An action just for him, words just for him, and now a sound.

Little gifts you weren’t going to give to others. Little treasures and treasured moments for Luffy. It was as close to defining your relationship as the two of you got.

“Yosh!” He agrees. “Tomorrow night.”

Day or night, for him alone or not, you certainly underestimated your Captain’s love of your laughter. He enjoyed other sounds you made, but Luffy almost seemed to enjoy tickling you more than he enjoyed talking with you.

The world might call them the monster trio, but to you it was two bickering crew mates, and one Tickle Monster for a captain.

#Release the Quin #Kinktober 2023 #x reader #reader insert #monkey d. luffy #monkey d luffy

[kyupidos]

02/15/23’s delivery 🏹✉️ twisted wonderland

someone to call, mine <3ヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ_θ彡☆Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ,ヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ_θ彡☆Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ ;; summary. ‘them and their love languages— can’t get more simple than that.’

characters. all dorms : every character ( excl. nrc staff, & specials ( separate ) ;; romantic . 🖇️ tags. reader is gender neutral ( you/your ), reader may or may not be yuu ( up to the reader ), may be ooc, romantic fluff

📡 _a/n. HOLYSHIT CANT BELIEVE I FORGOT TO POST THIS YESTERDAY..IT WAS PREPARED PRIOR AND EVERYTHING..mb y’all school caught on fire and i had community service had other things to worry about..

PHYSICAL TOUCH!! the type to not particularly be sure how to express their feelings properly through words and the like. it’s hard to get the words right, and every time he tries it’s like bile piling in his throat. so he gets across these feelings of his through, of course, physical touch. a tangible reminder that you still love him, even though he knows you always will, even the little fleeting touches like brushing your hands against each other and a light peck on the cheek when greeting each other.

— ace trappola , floyd leech , kalim al-asim , che’nya

WORDS OF AFFIRMATION <3 sometimes he’s not so sure of himself. a nice little reminder, some words of encouragement, he’s appreciative of it all. when you compliment him, show him your appreciation outright and through words. he tends to get a bit flustered, and he loves every moment of it. he knows you’re honest about it, so it’s even more reassuring. my my, he sure does love your voice and all the ways you use it to love him and speak of him so romantically.

— azul ashengrotto , sebek zigvolt , vil schoenheit , cater diamond , deuce spade

GIFT GIVING!! it’s not like he only cares about the money and what you’re giving him and all that—could be anything from a snack to a little trinket. he reciprocates the favor by sharing nice little gifts for you, as well. oh how he loves being happy with you as you exchange gifts every now and then, each gift with such thought put into it, it’s clear you’ve been listening to each other and know full well what the other likes. he treasures everything you give him.

— malleus draconia , ruggie bucchi , lilia vanrouge

QUALITY TIME <3 every single second spent with you is a second spent in heaven to him. just being in your presence and you being in his, makes him happy enough to last the day. no matter what it may be you’re doing. leisure walks around the botanical garden or just leaning against each other’s shoulders half asleep after a long day. he soaks in every minute of it, loving every single moment he’s with you.

— trey clover , silver , jamil viper , neige leblanche , rook hunt , leona kingscholar

ACTS OF SERVICE!! whenever you’re doing things for each other, his heart can’t help but skip a beat. studying together, helping each other in little in game quests, folding the laundry together, lightening each other’s loads when either one of you is working on something. no matter what it is that you’re helping each other out with, he sighs blissfully taking the moment in. ah, how you appreciate what he does for you, and how he loves all the little things you do for him.

— riddle rosehearts , jade leech , jack howl , epel felmier , idia shroud

(( YOUR PERSONAL AID ( LOL ) scan scan scan, ortho’s helpin you out in learning and delivering what your lover wants and needs most. bro can know whatevr your lover likes cuz of allat tech; don’t worry, he’s got ya.

— none other than ortho shroud, ofc

#🦢 swan signed ! #kyupidos #twst #twisted wonderland #twst x gn reader #twst hcs #riddle x gn reader #ace x gn reader #trey x gn reader #cater x gn reader #deuce x gn reader #leona x gn reader #jack x gn reader #ruggie x gn reader #azul x gn reader #jade x gn reader #floyd x gn reader #kalim x gn reader #jamil x gn reader #vil x gn reader #rook x gn reader #epel x gn reader #idia x gn reader #ortho x gn reader #malleus x gn reader #lilia x gn reader #silver x gn reader #sebek x gn reader #chenya x gn reader #neige x gn reader

[littlehypnone]

if youre up to it could you maybe write little rain struggling to use her crutches? maybes shes mentally struggling because shes afraid shes going to get judge for using them but she gets comforted by the others explaining to her that its okay and actually really good for her to use them

hi, absolutely! in general i think that both big and small rain can use crutches well and has no physical or mental issues with this but there must've been a start, right? so here it is, i hope you like it!

670 words, she/her little rain, anxiety and bad feelings about mobility aids, a few tears, comfort from cg swiss, everything ends well &lt;3

The package got here not even 15 minutes ago but Rain has already slipped. She did while opening the big box, anxiety sending her down. It took months to even bring the ghoul to make the purchase and now that it got here… it was not going too well.

The crutches weren’t ugly, or anything. Quite the opposite, actually, Swiss and Zephyr, the latter being an expert in the field, helped Rain find some that didn’t look so… medical. He ordered two pairs, black and purple, and now they laid there on Rain’s desk as she stared at them with tears in her big eyes.

She was so scared. What if she became even clumsier with them? What if she’d need even more help from others? She’d certainly end up being a huge burden. What if they’d judge her? Maybe she was pretending? Yeah, she definitely didn’t need them, it wasn’t that bad, really, it–

“Rainbow?” Rain flinched hearing Swiss’ voice as he entered her room. She forgot to lock the door again, and now he would laugh at her and– “Hey, hey, Guppy, what’s wrong?”

“Swissy, ‘s ogay, go away,” she mumbled, now fully sobbing, as she curled in on herself.”

“Guppy, I can see it’s not okay,” Swiss sighed. “Can I sit next to you?”

Rain nodded shakily.

“What’s the- ah.” The multi ghoul noticed the crutches when he sat down, linking Rain’s little breakdown to them. “Overwhelmed you a bit, didn’t they?”

Another whimper, followed by a nod, “Scawry.”

“Oh, I bet it is,” Swiss chuckled. “Would you like a hug?”

Instead of answering verbally Rain threw herself at Swiss, hiding her teary face in the multi ghoul’s chest. He kicked up his body temperature a notch and wrapped his arms around her, whispering quiet reassurances. After a while, Rain’s breathing calmed down and her tears slowed. Only then Swiss spoke again, “Do you wanna tell me what’s so scary about them, Guppy?”

“‘s… ‘s jus’ dat I don’ wanna need helb,” Rain muttered into Swiss’ chest.

“You don’t wanna need help from those things or from us?”

“You, b’casue i’s annoyin’ and ‘m already a lot an–” she babbled, tears returning now that she voiced her bad thoughts.

“Hey, hey, none of that, baby!” Swiss chuckled, squeezing Rain a bit more. “You are not annoying and not a burden, never. We love you, all of us, always, and we love taking care of you. Do you think Ifrit minds having to warm up Zeph so often? Or that Mountain has a problem with having to create his weird special teas for them?”

“N– no… they love Zepf,” Rain admitted.

“Exactly! And we love you, so I don’t see anyyy problems.”

“B- but–”

“No buts, Guppy,” Swiss stopped her again. It was overwhelming, he understood that, but this was a topic for a conversation with big Rain. This little creature, that Swiss had currently a lapful of, needed to just be taken out of her head. “Anyway, I’ve got an idea.”

Rain hummed in question. “You’ve got those purple ones for when you’re little—I love that color by the way—but I still think it’s a bit too boring for you. What do you say about stickers?”

“Stickers?” she perked up. She loved stickers!

“Yeah! We can get you some fishy stickers, wouldn’t you like that?”

“Yes, Swissy, please! Can we… c’n we get a shark?” Rain brightened up now, her eyes still wet but not as sad as moments before.

“Of course we can! Lemme get my phone, we’ll look for some right away,” Swiss giggled, patting around for the device. Once he got it he settled by the headboard with Rain in his lap and they looked up different online stores with a variety of stickers of all kinds. Rain was excited now, wanted to get her hand on them and stick them on her new crutches, even if they still scared her a bit. But they would definitely be less scary all covered in fish.

#little ghouls #little rain #age regression #hypno writes #cg swiss #hypno's disabled ghouls

[sariel626]

I read your platonic dad Poe fic. Could you do another one where Poe has to run to the office and brings his kid for a few minutes and they meet Fitzgerald for the first time. He tries to keep his little detective quiet lol

AAAAAAA! My first request!!! This is so exciting!!!

Note: Fitzgerald did meet reader under different circumstances in the other Poe work, so we’ll have reader’s memory be foggy of him.

TW: possible OOC characters

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Emergency Meeting!🚨🚨🚨

Poe grabbed his phone and noticed it was Francis calling, so he answered the call while motioning for (Reader) to be quiet, “Hello boss, is there something you need? Ah yes, the plans for the new buildings have been drafted. I can bring them in a couple hours for review- 15 minutes?! N-No, it’s not a problem, but my daughter, she can’t be left alone yet. I promise she won’t be a bother! Thank you!”

Immediately after hanging up Poe started to gather his things. (Reader) had cleaned up her crayons and papers after figuring out she would probably be going somewhere with her dad. “Dad, are you going to work?” Poe sighed, “Yes, there’s a meeting I have to go to and unfortunately, you’ll be coming with me this time.” He recalled the last time (Reader) was at the office and shivered at the thought of the experience repeating. Poe grabbed his bag and began leading her out the door. The young girl whined at this, “Why can’t I stay with Uncle Ranpo? It’s Saturday, he’s not gonna be at work!” “I have to be there in less than fifteen minutes. That isn’t anywhere near enough time to drop you off with Ranpo. Did you grab some books? Colors and notebooks?” The girl hummed in response, pouting about having to go to her dad’s work on the weekend.

Living about 7 minutes away made it slightly easier for the stressed architect and young girl to arrive in time by speed walking. There were many times when a bookstore or sweet shop would catch little (Reader)’s eye and almost distract her, but Poe was determined to get him and his daughter to and through this meeting as soon as possible.

Once they arrived at the entrance of the guild, (Reader) felt a sense of deja vu wash over her. She grabbed Poe’s hand and he looked down at her. “I think I’ve been here before…and something bad happened. I don’t wanna go.” Her father’s expression immediately grew worried. Was she having traumatic flashbacks? Was he going to lose his daughter because of this important meeting? Karl jumped off Poe’s shoulders onto his daughter’s, which seemed to help calm the small girl’s nerves a bit. “It’ll only be one short meeting, then we’ll leave, I promise” Poe gave (Reader) a reassuring smile. “…Ok, but then we have to get ice cream!” “Deal!”

After passing through what seemed like 50 empty hallways, they finally made it to their destination with a minute to spare. Knocking on the door, they hear a “Come in” and both enter the lavish room, coming face to face with Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald himself and Louisa Alcott by his side, as per usual. Seeing Poe now here, Francis smiled and checked his watch, “Poe! You’re just in time! Let’s take a look at what you’ve drawn up.” Ignoring the presence of Poe’s daughter, he watched Poe take out the files for each plan and set them on his desk. “The new firm will require at least $690,000,000 to build…”

Meanwhile, (Reader) had moved from behind Poe to behind the couch he was sitting on. She felt uncomfortable upon seeing the blonde CEO, but couldn’t pinpoint what it was exactly that gave her that feeling. Taking out the crayons from her bag, the girl continued working on her picture for Uncle Ranpo. Sifting through the box to find a black crayon, because he always has to have his signature glasses at the scene, she noticed her red crayon fall out and roll around the corner of the couch. Of course, this did not go unnoticed by Francis. Amusement spread across his face as he spoke, “Poe, did you let in a rat?” Knowing full well who was there. The tousle haired writer tried to maintain his composure and picked it up, “I-It must’ve fallen out o-of my pocket from earlier.” Francis laughed, “I didn’t know you used crayons to draw up your plans for new structures.” This only raised Poe’s anxiety of the situation. Will Francis see his daughter and force him to get rid of her? Will he kill her?! “O-Occasionally I do, t-to avoid smearing in my drafts…” Hearing the poor excuse, Francis decided to see how far Poe would go to hide the girl’s presence. “I suppose that’s reasonable. Now, you were saying?”

The writer let out a sigh of relief internally and continued with the meeting. He couldn’t help but notice Louisa glancing next to him, almost as if she were trying to see behind the couch. At this point, (Reader) had finished her initial drawing and flipped her drawing notebook paper. Coincidentally, this was done almost in sync with her father, but she was slightly louder which caught the attention of the Guild’s strategist. The young girl, pondering what to draw next, glanced around the room before freezing up as she looked at the space between Fitzgerald’s desk and the door (like where Atsushi was before he escaped and took the doll to Dazai). Her pupils shrunk and (Reader)’s hand instinctively started moving to draw a familiar, yet forgotten memory…

As she was drawing, the small artist had built up the urge to sneeze and sneeze she did. The room fell silent for a few moments before Francis said, “Poe, please refrain from bringing anyone to Guild meetings again. You may come out from hiding.” (Reader) peeked her head out, still feeling a bit uncomfortable around the businessman. Francis would’ve been lying if he said he was surprised by the girl’s appearance. He had expected someone much older and taller. Clearing his voice without breaking eye contact, he asks Louisa to take the young girl to another room until he and Poe are finished.

Cleaning up her crayons again, and getting the red one from her father, (Reader) follows the loyal woman to a room nearby. “Miss Louisa? Can I call you that?” Louisa looked down at the kid, “Louisa or Alcott is fine.” “Do you have to go back?” “I do…but I don’t want to interrupt Lord Francis’s meeting…” The small girl pondered this, “Do you want to play double double this this?” Louisa was taken by surprise at the girl’s offer. Didn’t this kid remember her just watching Lord Francis killing her parents and almost her a few years ago? Why would she want to play a game with her? Unless it’s a trap! “—ouisa? Miss Louisa? You can say no, it’s ok.” A tiny hand was waving in front of Louisa’s face to snap her out of her thoughts. “S-Sorry, I don’t know how to play so I’ll just review my work. Can you please be completely quiet so I can work?” “I’ll try my best to be as quiet as possible!” Louisa smiled at the young detective’s determination, but immediately sweat dropped when (Reader) pulled out four adult mystery novels.

Soon enough, the meeting was over and the girl had solved three mysteries before reaching the end of the books. Louisa brought (Reader) back to Francis’s office, the room still making the young detective uneasy. Karl was the first of the three to notice the two enter, and he jumped onto the familiar child’s shoulder. This alerted both Poe and Francis of the two girls’ arrival. “Welcome back little one, I’m sure you were much better for Miss Louisa than you were during the meeting?” Poe sighed, “I-I’m so sorry sir…I j-just couldn’t find a-anyone to watch her.” Louisa interjected, “She was very good and polite. I asked her to stay quiet so I could work and she didn’t make a sound.”

The nervous girl who had been hiding behind Louisa with Karl on her shoulders came out, knowing that she had to apologize for causing trouble for her father. Fidgeting with the ends of her shirt, she bowed her head in shame, “I-I’m sorry for making so much noise during your meeting…and being a problem…” Francis patted her head and chuckled, “Just don’t let it happen again.” He pulled his hand back, “You’re exactly like your father, appearances aside. Run along now, I’m sure you two had plans today.” Poe and (Reader) said their goodbyes and quickly rushed out.

Once they were gone, Francis frowned and continued staring at the door, “Miss Louisa.” “Y-Yes Lord Francis?” He turned towards her, “Don’t you think that girl resembled Eliza Haywood and Damien Lewis a bit too much?” Louisa noticed this too, but she didn’t expect her boss to ask her about it so soon. “I do…but are we still going to kill her? Poe seemed really attached to her…” “He was told to kill her if he saw her back then, that means he disobeyed an order.” Francis sighed and sat down in his chair at his desk, “But this could bear fruit for us if we play our cards right, let’s leave her be for now. I’m sure her father will help hone whatever gift that girl has.” “Should I retrieve the files on her biological parents?” “No, please continue putting together the next strategy.”

Meanwhile, after having left Francis’s office, Poe began scolding his daughter. “You can’t cause more problems for Mr. Fitzgerald like that. He’s busy enough as is with his businesses and running the Guild. He had to call me in on a day off because of his schedule being so packed. Please don’t let that happen again, especially when you can be quieter for other people.” There was a moment of silence as the little (Reader) let his words sink in. “ Oh, Why were you so nervous around him? I mean, I don’t blame you since he could easily fire me or kill m-“ The girl stopped in her tracks the moment he said ‘kill’ with a terrified expression on her face. Poe saw this and immediately grew worried, he hadn’t seen that look since he first took her in. The writer, not knowing what to do, reached out his hand like he did so long ago and asked, “Would you like to go to those sweet shops we passed on our way here? We could also s-stop by the bookstore if it’s still open?” Trying to hide the nervousness in his voice. Karl nuzzled her cheek, both gestures making the child snap out of her trance. She shakily grabbed her dad’s hand and the three left to fulfill Poe’s offer to his daughter.

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YOU CAN’T BEAT THE POWER OF ENERGY DRINKS AND OVERWORKING MYSELF WRITER’S BLOCK! I GOT THE POWER OF CHILD READER ON MY SIDE!

I’m so sorry if you’re not happy with how this turned out. I tried to keep it consistent with the how (Reader) was adopted story. Please feel free to give feedback, it is much appreciated.

Fun Fact: Eliza Haywood and Damien Lewis are also writers irl.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #poe bsd #platonic bsd #francis bsd #louisa bsd #platonic poe x reader bsd #platonic bungo stray dogs #platonic poe bsd

[catgirladjacent]

20 Questions for Fic Authors

my buddy parker @amrv-5 tagged me in this and i Do love talking about myself slash my writing so. here we go babey! more questions under the read-more :)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

17 in all, plus some that that i wrote in high school, orphaned, and probably could find again but simply have no desire to.

2. What is your AO3 wordcount?

99,759.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

those which are recently (~past five years) i have published for M*A*S*H, resident evil, saw, breaking bad, and the MCU

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

alright this is where we get into anonymized fic territory -- much of these were written when i was in very late high school/early college and are representative of that in both quality and tone. i'll still link them but...you know, that's what we're getting into!

you've arrived at last, my friend, 309 kudos

carrying the weight together, 218 kudos

losing me at your fingertips, 179 kudos

my tired eyes are blind, 147 kudos

i take my cue from you, 143 kudos

5. Do you respond to comments?

i try to but feel bad just saying "thanks :D" five hundred times over so more often only if i have something of substance to reply

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

honestly i am not good at undeniably angsty endings; a lot of my MCU stuff had a running theme of "nothing every really gets better" but also was heavy on the comfort parts of hurt/comfort. recency bias aside, i'm inclined to say snapshot of a morning, 1954 is up there for the absolute lack of resolution for BJ's ennui and borderline anhedonia

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

probably kotenok, arguably the cutest. it's "bucky gets a cat: the fic!"

8. Do you get hate on fics?

nope!

9. Do you write smut? If so, which kind?

ah....yes and no? i'll write sex scenes in a work, but not so much porn for porn's sake. i have a google doc of some indulgent paragraphs that i've written in the dead of night but those are for my eyes alone

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest crossover you’ve ever written?

nope

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

no

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

no

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

also no

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

i think the one that i'll always come back no matter the time in between is, admittedly, steve/bucky MCU. rewired my brain and i think is just a part of me forever now!

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

god. i have this whole contrived resident evil AU that i write for as the mood strikes me but the gist is "leon is unwillingly transferred to the BSAA after the events of RE6 because it's not great governmental optics for your best agent to seemingly go rogue and kill the president"

16. What are your writing strengths?

i like my prose! I have what i know is a very consistent writing style and tone

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

i'm far better with it in original fiction, funnily enough, but when it comes to fic i tend to loiter and meander SO much. this scene only needs to be a few hundred words to move things along? you're getting quadruple that and none of it will ultimately contribute anything to the plot. i LOOOVE to be verbose. read my words boy

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

i do it in english, for however much sense that makes -- if it's from the speaker's pov or that of someone who understands the second language, i'll use something like:

"Here's a sentence in a different language!" Character exclaimed in, unexpectedly, an enthusiastic ramble of Non-English Language.

if the POV character doesn't understand the second language, i'll just use a "Character said something in Non-English language, far beyond the comprehension of POV character, and the conversation had moved well on by the time POV character could ask."

i quite frankly have never once used any end-notes "translation guide," i think it's greatly counter-intuitive to a reading experience, and especially so for any non-latin scripts. sorry but it just doesn't work for me! for little foreign words, especially nouns, which cannot be directly translated, i'd use the native word and then define it best possible in the work then keep the ball rolling

19. First fandom you wrote for?

um. god. do i have to admit it? do i really? it was dan and phil RPF. yeah like the british yewchubers

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

i have this really soft spot for my jane/jesse breaking bad fic surrender (my everything). that's romance, baby!!

thank you so much for the ask parker this was lots of fun to think about when i haven't touched a lot of fic writing in so long! i'll tag uhh @thebrandywine and @doomednarrative if either of you feel so inclined!

#ask game

[bleeding-letters]

Inspired by this prompt of @creweemmaeec11’s!

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Cw: gun, betrayal

"I need your help,"

"Well, how can I say no to the lovely individual with a loaded gun in their hand?"

The villain smiled- a brilliant and dangerous thing. Definitely something the criminal shouldn't have been doing when they were at the receiving end of a gun.

The hero hadn't said anything else yet, though they needed to. They needed Villain's help. Hero didn't have much time before the others caught up to them, and if this was the only way they'd be safe, well then-

"Take it." They flipped the gun around so the barrel was facing themselves, the grip out towards the other.

"We don't have much time, act like you caught me. Just don't let them take me. No matter what they say, don't let them take me. Please."

The smile on the other's lips faltered. "What's going o-"

Villain hadn't even finished their sentence before Hero was spun, now with an arm to their throat and the barrel of the gun pressed to their right temple.

Superhero stood at the entrance of the alley, flanked on each side by heroes. They were suddenly glad for Villain's quick reflexes.

"Supervillain is searching for them, you know.” Their former leader remarked. Hero looked over the people they had lived and nearly died beside. People they thought they could trust. Hero had a sickening feeling all of that meant nothing anymore. "You would do well to hand them over. Hero is ours to take." Superhero took a few deliberate steps forward.

"Ah ah ah, not so fast," the villain tutted and pulled Hero back from the super. "I have priority here, their mine."

"Priority?" they let out a chuckle. "There is no priority. Supervillain-"

"Supervillain told me to hunt them down." If Villain wasn't on Hero's side, they'd be terrified by that statement. Villain was a hunter, and one who always caught their prey, at that. If Supervillain had actually sent them... Hero shuddered at the thought and watched with baited breath as the super narrowed their eyes. "I am under direct orders to bring them in. Don't worry, Supervillain will get their prize."

The super opened their mouth. Closed it. Looked at their group. Looked back at the pair. Opened it again.

Their phone rang.

Superhero fished the phone out of their pocket, glaring at the phone screen before hurriedly answering the call. “Yes boss?”

Hero wished they could hear the other half of the conversation. It was their freedom— their life on the line. They needed to know what was being said!

“We’ve found Hero, sir. But it seems Villain-“. Superhero cut themselves off and glared at the hero and villain pair.

“Yes sir.” A pause. “Yes sir, we’re on our way.” Superhero hung up the phone and without so much as another word, the superhero left the alley, their squadron of supers trailing after them.

A tense silence fell over the two. Neither dared to move, in case the others came back, or at least that’s what Hero was telling themself. They waited for Villain to release them. 10 seconds went by. 15. Then 25.

“Villain, I’m pretty sure they’re gone now, you can let me go,” Hero squirmed in Villain’s hold.

“See, the thing is darling,” the criminal murmured into their ear, “I had a mission before I ran into you. Can I tell you what that mission was?”

“Uh, sure?”

“I came out here to find you, under the order of Supervillain. And not even ten minutes later you’re begging, begging me to take you.”

No.

“And now that I have you, you want to leave? Just like that? I’m sorry, but that’s not happening.”

No!

“You wouldn’t-“

“I can, and will. Sorry darling, but your time is up.”

Before Hero could react, the gun slammed into the side of their head and darkness consumed them.

No…

#writing #heroes and villains #villains and heroes #dialogue prompt #prompt fill #snippet continuation #cw.gun #cw.betrayal

[shiningwonderland]

Ren Jinguji (Repeat)

Translator: Mimi (twitter: _mimisaurora)

January - Unable to decrescendo

In the end, I turned down the offer to study abroad and instead chose to pursue my debut together with Jinguji-san.

Tokiya: …Was that really for the best? This was your chance.

Haruka: It was, but I still wanted to stay here and keep trying with Jinguji-san.

Syo: That’s right! This place is loads better than going to America! Isn’t this great news, Ren?

Ren: Well, yeah. But ultimately, it's her life. Whatever she chooses to do for herself should be none of my business.... if that were to be the case.

Jinguji-san lowers his gaze after saying that.

Syo: Should be none of your business…? But you’re partners…. I, for one, am glad. It's much more fun with you around!

Ren: Haha. You’re just a kid. I… really envy your innocence, Shorty.

Jinguji-san laughs at Syo a little mockingly.

Syo: Don’t call me a kid! I’m a mature adult! Damn it, you guys always treat me like a child….

This kind of ordinary banter now makes me feel so happy.

I'm glad I stayed.

I'm glad Jinguji-san stopped me.

I glance over at Jinguji-san, and he smiles back at me.

From then on, we take practicing for our song very seriously.

Every day, we would rent a recording studio and record it, then play it back and correct any mistakes that were made.

After multiple trials and errors, we gradually tweaked the lyrics as well.

Haruka: I’m ready. Please begin.

This is our third time recording today.

Normally, a song is divided into parts and recorded in increments, but this time, since we're rehearsing for a live performance, it was decided to have Jinguji-san run through the whole song.

He only has one shot to complete it on stage. If he fails to sing it well the one time, it'll all be for nothing.

His voice coming from the booth sounds passionate and strong, causing me to lose my train of thought just by listening to him.

Haruka: Ah! Now’s not the time to be swooning over him. I have to pay attention and listen....

…Wow….

The way he delivered the first chorus was the best take I've heard yet.

I want to tell him somehow.

So that he could know how good that was.

But it would be inappropriate to just interrupt him while he's singing.... Ah, I know!

I turn toward the booth.

Select the phrase!

Show him a small round of applause (+15 Love +5 Music)

Jinguji-san suddenly breaks out into a smile and blows me a kiss during an instrumental break.

Ren: How was that? 

Haruka: That was amazing!

As I share my response with enthusiasm, Jinguji-san sighs and gently pulls on my earlobe.

Ren: That’s not what I meant. I was wanting for you to give me advice on what I can do to improve. Did you even listen to my singing?

Haruka: Ah. I-I’m sorry. Let’s see….

I hurry to pick up the sheet music.

Meanwhile, Jinguji-san ties his hair back with a hair tie.

Whenever Jinguji-san wears his hair up, and the bangs that normally fall over his eyes are lifted so that he could see better, he appears more serious than usual, his gaze becoming very focused.

Ren: The parts that bothered me are here, and also here….

Jinguji-san points out various things while looking at the sheet music.

Like nuances, tempo, articulation of consonants, and vocal control, among others….

It's astounding how many things he noticed while singing....

And the way he approaches music so earnestly is so unbelievably impressive that I couldn't help but stare at his face.

Ren: ...So, here, let's make it a bit more legato…. …Lady… Are you listening? …I might do something naughty if you don't start taking this seriously.

Jinguji-san gently traces his finger along the nape of my neck, and I involuntarily jerk back.

Haruka: S-Sorry.

Ren: Honestly… Where did you stop listening from? Do you remember this part? I had said we should slow it down a little more. To about a walking pace.

Haruka: Uh, Ah…. About a walking pace….

Select the phrase!

Andante (+0 Love +10 Music)

Haruka: Ah! I know! You want it andante!

Ren: Correct! So you were listening carefully. Well done.

Jinguji-san gently strokes my hair.

I feel so happy in moments like this.

Ah, I’m so glad I didn’t go study abroad.

Ren: You seem really happy. I wonder how you'd react if I praised you more.

Haruka: Uh, ah, well, of course I love having my hair stroked like this, but it's not the only thing that makes me happy…

Select the phrase!

Moments like these (+15 Love +0 Music)

Haruka: Moments where I can be together with you like this bring me great joy and it's a lot of fun.... 

If I had gone through with going to America, I would have surely been feeling very lonely on my own by now.

Ren: I enjoy spending time with you too, Lady.

Jinguji-san gently places his hand over mine, currently resting on the sheet music, and gives me a kind smile.

Haruka: U-Um….

Ren: Heh, you’re blushing. Your cheeks look like freshly picked strawberries.

Jinguji-san chuckles and lightly pinches my cheek.

Haruka: I… I don’t… I don’t think it probably comes off as very cute. Besides... I wonder if I'm actually being of any help to you....

…I’m aware I get shaken and flustered very easily, and I'm worried that it might be annoying you….

Ren: There’s nothing to worry about, Lady, you’re already charming just the way you are. Not to mention, there is no partner more dependable than you.

Our hands intertwine and his fingers firmly grasp mine.

Haruka: …Thank you.

As I lower my head, Jinguji-san flashes me a little smile.

Ren: You're so sincere. It probably hasn't even crossed your mind that I might just be trying to be polite.

Haruka: Ah, wait, so is what you said earlier….

Ren: Who knows? That’s for you to decide. My lips are sealed.

Just seeing Jinguji-san's beaming smile brings me such warmth.

And....

The warmth conveyed through the palms of our joined hands kept my heart pounding.

Haruka: Um... about this part here... I think we should change the arrangement up a bit….

I indicate where on the sheet music, and Jinguji-san firmly squeezes my fingers while staring straight at my face.

Ren: …Lady, let’s stop here for today.

Haruka: Huh…?

Ren: You don’t look well. It’s important not to over-do it. I’ll walk you back, so let’s call it a day.

Jinguji-san brushes his hand against my cheek with a stern expression.

Haruka: Oh… no, I’m fine. I’m just feeling a bit anemic. I’ll feel better with a little rest.

I had been feeling a bit under the weather since this morning.

But it's nothing I can't handle.

That being said, Jinguji-san furrows his brows in concern and lets out a sigh.

Ren: You shouldn't take feeling dizzy or anemic lightly. ...Even your hand is freezing.

He wraps his hands around my right hand.

Ren: Your body’s also cold. …Shall I personally warm you up, if you like?

Thump.

Jinguji-san places a hand to my head, carefully bringing our foreheads together.

Haruka: P-Personally!?

My heart skips a beat and my face turns red.

Ren: Heh. I’m just kidding…. Although it looks like a little color’s returned to your face. But, it’s still not enough. …You should at least put this on….

He swiftly withdraws his hand and takes a scarf out of his bag to wrap around my neck.

Haruka: T-Thank you… It’s warm….

It smells like him.

The scarf around my neck feels warm, fluffy, and very cozy.

Outside, the skies are blanketed under thick clouds, and it looks like it could start snowing at any moment.

Even with my coat on, I was chilled to the bone.

I give a small sneeze and Jinguji-san gently pulls me close by the shoulder.

Haruka: Ah… um… I-I’m fine, really.

Ren: It's okay, just stay like this for a little while longer.... Besides, I feel a little warmer too.

Ah, I-I see….

I get it….

And so, with Jinguji-san still holding me close, we head off towards the dormitory together.

Ren: Let's also take a break from practice tomorrow, just to be safe, and make up for it all day on Sunday.

Haruka: Sunday…? Um… But won’t that conflict with your date?

I remember he typically has dates on the weekends….

It’s why we never got together those days to practice before….

Ren: I have nothing of the sort planned. And I never intend to anymore.

Haruka: Huh….

Select the phrase!

Not anymore…? (+25 Love +0 Music)

Ren: I mean exactly what I said. I'm done playing around with the girls.

Haruka: Wait… W-Why?

Ren: Why, indeed. At some point, the time spent practicing with you became more important to me than going out on dates.

Haruka: Does that mean it’s because… 

Select the phrase!

You’re having fun singing? (+15 Love +0 Music)

Haruka: You look like you’re enjoying yourself when you do.

It would make me very happy if you've come around to it....

Ren: Although, it’s not just singing….

Ren: You're not too far off from hitting the mark, I suppose? The correct answer is... because of you.

Jinguji-san stops in his tracks and gazes directly at me.

Then, for a moment, he lowers his gaze and speaks again.

Ren: It's because I adore your music.... I've never been this enamored with anything like this before, not even once.

And yet, now I can't bear to spend even a single second without singing your songs. It's frustrating, but I am so helplessly enchanted.

Haruka: I.. Ah… I don’t…. It makes me so… unbelievably happy to know….

I'm so overcome with joy.... I can't look at Jinguji-san's face properly.

Ren: If becoming an idol meant I could continue to sing your songs, then it's not such a bad idea. At least that's what I've come to think.

With a gentle pat on my head, I gaze up at him.

He gives me a kind smile as our eyes meet.

Ren: It's good to pursue something seriously in life, at least once. And that time is now. The goal, of course, is to be crowned winners of the graduation audition!

Haruka: I agree!

Ren: Your talent, my Lady, is the real deal. It shouldn't be ignored. And only I am capable of singing your song perfectly. No one else can replace me.

That's why I want to use my skills to ensure your debut….

Haruka: I also… I also share your same feelings.

I love… your singing, your voice…. I have a strong desire for you to debut with my song....

…Because I love you…. Ah….

I believe I just revealed what I truly felt about him.

Ren: My lady….

Jinguji-san stares at me.

I meet his gaze, remain silent and simply stare back at him.

After a long silence, Jinguji-san clenches his fist and turns his face away from me.

Ren: I’m sorry…. Can you let me pretend I didn't just hear that?

Huh…?

Haruka: Ah… Y-Yes, of course. I’m so sorry, I must have put you on the spot. Um… Just… Forget about it….

W-Wait… Something's not right. Tears well up in my eyes… and my vision blurs. I have to hang in there, I can't cry right now.

Haruka: Please… forget about it….

Ren: …Don’t cry.

He murmurs softly.

Ren: I’m sorry… I can't accept your feelings right now.

Saying that, he lowers his gaze with a pained expression.

Haruka: W-Well… I… I’m just happy being able to make music together with you….

S-So… Um….

I had no idea what to say.

I love Jinguji-san. My feelings for him will not change no matter what.

But it is true that I am simply content with just being together and pursuing music with him....

Jinguji-san bites his bottom lip and then opens his mouth to speak.

Ren: If that's truly enough for you, then there surely won't be any change in our relationship.

It won’t change?

Really?

We can continue as we have before?

Ren: I'll do everything possible to achieve our debut. That's all I.... That's all we can do right now.

That’s all we can do….

If he's willing to give it his all in aiming for debut, then that's good enough for me!

Haruka: I-I will also devote myself to doing my best for this!

Ren: So, that’s really what you want. Your biggest desire is to debut together. That’s… right, isn’t it?

I could somehow feel this incredible sense of urgency to give an answer, even though it had already been decided….

I have never been happier to see that Jinguji-san is really serious about facing the music.

I've wanted to showcase his talent to the world for a long time.

I wanted him to debut and become an idol.

And yet, I nearly ruined the relationship between composer and idol because of my personal feelings.

It could have been an irreversible mistake.

But Jinguji-san understood my feelings.

So, I won't hesitate anymore.

I will make sure to become a composer.

Together with Jinguji-san, we will create a new wave in the music industry.

Haruka: Yes!

I look straight into his eyes and answer in a certain voice.

Ren: Ok, Lady. Your wish will be granted. No matter what the cost!

Haruka: T-Thank you so much!

Ren: Is saying thanks really all you can bring yourself to say? Is the sight of me being serious not amazing?

Jinguji-san chuckles and winks.

Ah… He’s gone back to his usual self.

Haruka: I-It’s all I’ve been hoping for!

Ren: …Heh, it sounds like you're raring to go. It's rather encouraging. I'll be counting on you to keep up that fighting spirit, Lady.

Haruka: Of course!

After that, Jinguji-san and I continue to return to the dormitory, talking about the song and lyrics on the way.

I was afraid of what would happen when he found out about my feelings for him, but I'm glad to see he'll continue to act the same way he always has.

I'm sure my love for Jinguji-san will continue to grow.

But....

Unrequited love is not against school rules.

So, I'll stop forcing myself to suppress it.

All I need is to express my love in a song and have Jinguji-san sing it to me.

That's all I need for now.

Mini Game

Ryuya: So how's it going? Is the composition coming along? ...I see.... If you hit a roadblock, just try to play anything. 

Live music can be a great tool to get an idea of what to do. You might be inspired. Hm? Is this... the sheet music...? 

Then let's work on this piece starting with today's lesson. Alright, give this section a try right now. 

This is your song. You should be able to get through it, but even the slightest mistake will result in points being deducted from your score. 

Stay focused. Good, now let's begin!

S Rank

Ren: That was a wonderful performance. The music flowed with such honesty, much like you. Your talent for creating great songs is honestly amazing. They make singing an absolute pleasure.

Haruka: Thank you so much. I’ll continue working hard in writing songs so that you can keep saying the same things in the future.

Since composing songs is the only thing I can do, I will at least continue to do that with confidence.

Chapter End

#ren jinguji #ren repeat #utapri

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Could I please request AK-12, RPK-16 and Springfield who's very quiet/shy S/O trips when they are on their way to talk to them and an oath bond falls out if their pocket?

(GFL) AK-12, RPK-16, and Springfield's S/O's ring falling out their pocket

That reminds me, I bought the business suit AK-15 skin and it came with a complimentary Oath Ring. I need to figure out who my second marriage is since Type 64 was my first.

12 hears the distinct sound of a small metallic object clattering on the floor. As well as S/O yelping out in panic.

(AK-12) "Hm? That was an interesting sound S/O. Is it something that you don't want me to see?"

(S/O) "I-I, it's fine! It's just um...a bracelet I dropped, I can just grab-"

12's eyes opened, revealing her glowing pink irises.

She helped them grab the object in question before realizing it was a ring.

An Oath Ring, to be exact.

(AK-12) "...Ah. That explains why."

Her S/O begins making very amused noises, what she can only assume was a mixture of panic, being flustered, angry, and disappointed all at once.

12 closes her eyes again, accompanied by her signature smile and gently places it back onto their hands.

(AK-12) "I doubt this is the way you wanted it to happen but, makes the confession that much more exciting, doesn't it?"

She can't help but giggle, helping them up and getting in very close proximity. Even after all this time together, they still blushed at that.

Nudging her hand onto their oath ring, her smile became less sadistic and more genuine.

(AK-12) "Well, I'm waiting.~"

16's mouth goes slightly agape as she sees what S/O dropped.

(RPK-16) "Oh my, I wonder who that's for."

Their reaction was highly amusing to 16, the way they began to flail wildly to cover it up, before they just sighed, giving up.

(RPK-16) "I can pretend to not have seen that S/O. I'm fairly sure you rehearsed quite a bit for this moment."

Laughing at their pout, she just cleared her throat.

(RPK-16) "You know, if you do make this vow with me, this will only get worse. I'll be prodding you for all sorts of reactions...But then again I suppose you secretly like that, considering you're still here."

Their face heated up with the redness in their cheeks telling 16 everything she needed to know.

Deciding to ease off, at least for the intimacy of the moment, she instead sits in front of S/O, one hand extended to them.

(RPK-16) "The symbol of these rings have always quite fascinated me, to be perfectly honest. Humans are such strange things. Perhaps you can teach me more?"

Springfield gasps when S/O trips, immediately rushing to help them.

(Springfield) "That was quite the fall, are you alrig-"

Her eyes widen upon seeing the ring they were desperately trying to find. She calmly grabs it with one hand and looks at S/O.

(Springfield) "Were...you planning to...?!"

S/O had always been quite gentle and soft spoken. Springfield had honestly thought that she would be the one to propose.

Seeing them take that first step for her instead made her circuits cease to function for a brief second.

No doubt it would have made a girl's heart skip.

Instead of teasing or saying anything, she grabs their hands and holds it tightly, the growing smile threatening to hurt her face.

Helping them up and making sure they weren't feeling dejected, she sits them on a chair and giddily puts her hands on her lap, looking intently into their eyes.

(Springfield) "Why don't we start from the beginning? Go ahead and tell me what you wanted to, we'll do this proper!"

#girls' frontline imagines #girls' frontline headcanons #girls' frontline x reader #ak 12 x reader #rpk 16 x reader #springfield x reader #ak 12 gfl #rpk 16 gfl #springfield gfl

[kichimiangra]

...Well now I gave to ask about Shalconimon. Tell me more?

Shalconimon was my childhood fan digimon. I had been a digimon fan since about when the toy town episode first aired in the usa and that was only because despite seeing the ad for "the show that is like Pokemon but they're DIGITAL MONSTER" I couldn't remember what channel it was suppossed to be airing on so I missed a good chunk of the initial airings of the first arc. I had immediately fell in love with the franchise and wondered "If I had a digimon, what one would it be?"

I didn't have internet at the time, but my grandparents did and I would try to find pictures of what other digimon existed that maybe weren't in the show when I would visit them, or if a classmate had the old cardgame I would ask if I could look at their cards so I could just know what digimon existed to be options for!

I was (and am) an indecisive child tho so I never could just point at one and say "Obviously THAT would be my digimon!' Unlike say, my older sister who took one look at he Pink Gabumon running around Gear Savanah in Digimon World and said "ah yes. Psychemon. There is my partner." (Though in modern times she's a big fan of Labramon)

It wasn't until the day that the finale to Adventure 02 aired, and right after it ended the trailer for Tamers aired; "I used to watch show show... I used to play the cardgame... I even made up my very own digimon! But now.... everything is real." (don't remember if that's how the trailer went) Just with the line " I made up my very own digimon, my dumb ass was like "Wait.... I can make up original fancharacters for things?????" And with that I went to work desigining my very own digimon!

I have always been a huge fan of dinosaurs and I always thought the dinosaur digimon where some of the coolest! The Triceratops were always my favorite (Though I like a LOT of dinos) and although Monochromon and Triceramon already existed I wanted my own Triceratops in my favorite color! (HOW DARE GAMMAMON bE like FIVE CERATOPSIANS IN A TRENCH COAT!!!!) I remember as a kid I could only draw him from the side as ya do, but no art from that era remains.

I remember me and my sister writing our own digital world adventures with our made up digimon and I can't remember really what they were about, but I think Shalconimon was intended to be... kinda an asshole? Like imagine instead of the usual Digimon/Tamer partnership where they almost immediately get along you had more like something from early Medabots where Ikki and Medabee were at each other's throats, or what if Hiro from Ghost Game had gotten Espimon as his partner from the start instead of Gammamon and Espimon just didn't like to listen? At the time with only Adventure and 02 out, and Tamers only having barely started airing the idea of that kind of partnership seemed novel and unique, and maybe inside my baby author brain, just maybe the idea of "Starting off on the wrong foot and having room to grow" sounded narratively satisfying?

About half a decade ago when I revisted him I redesigned him a bit. He was a little over designed from the beginning and decided to upgrade Shalconimon to a Champion Level digimon. Shalconimon was originally the rookie form. I don't remember giving him a Baby I, Champion, or Ultimate but he did have a stupidly conceived Mega that I now call PajamaAngemon because that is exactly what he looked like. Angemon in Pajamas... god why did I give him an angemon form that was so stupid? Anyway after his level promotion he ended up getting a new rookie who... doesn't have a 'mon' name? I just call it the Protocerakeet, because it looks like a fusion of a protoceratops and a Parakeet.

Somewhere in the mid 2010's, I think it was around 2014 or 2015, I had been feeling bummed at the lack of digimon world vpet rpg style games to scratch a digimon world itch, considering World for the ps1 was getting on 15-20 years old and the newest game in that style was Re:Digitize that STILL to this day doesn't have an official English release. I didn't know Next 0rder was in the works, so it just felt like Vpet Rpgs were just... not being made and if they were not being ported over. There had been a rise in games in the indie scene creating spiritual successors to games that the dev had loved growing up but the mainstream and AAA scenes just don't develope anymore and so I had started thinking up two potential game ideas that where intended to have that vpet rpg feel. One was about Cryptids, but it evolved into something less vpet rpg-ish and into a more LoZMajora's Mask/ Stardew Valley calendar based resource time management game. The other was about some kids finding themselves isekai'd to NOT!File Island to help NOT!Jijimon return NOT!Digimon back to NOT!File City while stopping one of the only other humans on the island, NOT!Analogman. So the second one was more of a scratch the serial numbers off Digimon world Clone, replacing Digital Monsters with Monster's based on Extinct Species. The Protocerakeet lives there as that idea's mascot/NOT!Agumon.

[starbooksye]

Ah fuck, shit

I'm just going to just info dump all the ideas I had for the au so far.

Voltron was the name of the club but specifically their team name was the Lions and when the cadets play its Lions as well :) they all play in A garage witch is the most competitive out of all the grades

To get everyone on the same team I had to bring them closer in age as you only can go two years above your age group so an example is a 14 yr old can play in under 16's oh and you can't be like 17 yr old and play in under 15 but play with the adults (I know it's not called under 18 but I don't really remember what its called.)

I am calling this a little morden au as theres other stuff they do in netball I just didn't draw it, like I have an idea for Lance and Pidge to do scouts but Pidge nearly shows because he's only there for this thing they do called Gangshow a theater performance run by scouts and girl guides, Allura's apart of Girl guides and if I'm honest that all I thought of with out side school activities and netball

With school I think it would be great if they all go to the same school, in the highest grade would be Keith, Sven and Lance who started a year early then in lower with Hunk who did start a year early but had to restart a grade Allura and Pidge who also started early.

Oh and one drawing of Allura as an adult with her pets, she's a veterinarian

Hunk works in engineering and owns a bakery.

That's it there probably isn't much.

#voltron #voltron force #its like a netball / morden au #why netball? #because I play netball #and i actually know the rules #thats why #and because you can draw people being hit in the face with a netball #Pidge is trying his best to defend #even if lance can just get around him easily #that drawing makes no sense if you know nothing about the possessions #my brain won't stop thing about this so here it is????

[taeboisdutae]

The integral : Dear Me, Dear You [Taekook]

First of all, I would like to apologize for the spelling mistakes, English is not my native language so I hope it will not disturb you. I try to improve as I go along. Thank you all for your understanding ❤

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Dear 1

11/05/23 As Marguerite Duras once said, if you knew something about what you were going to write, before you did it, before you wrote it, you would never write. It would not be worth it.

To write is to try to know what one would write if one wrote - one only knows it afterwards - before, it is the most dangerous question one can ask oneself. But it is also the most common.

The written word arrives like the wind, it is naked, it is ink, it is the written word, and it passes like nothing else passes in life, nothing more, except it, life.

And that's exactly what I'm not doing right.

- Taehyung -

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Dear 2

12/05/23 When was the time I actually burst into tears? I had no idea. The last time it was supposed to happen, I wasn't given the chance.

So, inside my body, it's still screaming without being able to let it out of me...

- Taehyung -

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Dear 3

13/05/23 One day I'll explode, but when? All I'd like is for them to stop, well, to stop telling me what to do, what I should do, what they'd like me to do.

To give me orders every time you get the chance, all because you have all the rights over me and half the things you ask me I just can't refuse! All the time I feel tired, worn out and misunderstood. You don't realize how much pressure you put on me every day. I feel so bad but also so frustrated.

When will you finally leave me alone? I guess never? I'm laughing so hard it makes me despair. I can't even tell you everything I feel in my heart because you will take it the wrong way. Because your "Yeah but me" is fine okay? Are we talking about you or are we talking about me right now?? But I know you will always have something to say to make me look like the liar and a person who abuses a lot. Yes I abuse, yes I complain but so what? I'm actually tired of it. I'm sick of having to put up with this!

I'm drowning slowly but everything is fine...

- Taehyung -

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Dear 4

14/05/23 If you feel too much emotion, let it out.

Oh yes, that's right, I just write what's on my mind...

- Taehyung -

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Dear 5

15/05/23 "He's too weird."

Ah because you think you're more human too? Is laughing at someone normal? Making fun of someone for free because we're not all perfect and without problems?

Fuck you assholes.

- Taehyung -

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Dear 6

16/05/23 If you had to have a favorite motto, what would it be? I have one, and I would like you to anchor it in your head.

If what you have to say is not more beautiful than silence, then shut up.

- Taehyung -

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Dear 7

27/05/23

No, it's not that they don't know, it's just that they don't understand me...

They never believed me. But I did, I always believed them.

- Taehyung -

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Dear 8

28/05/23

One day, someone said to me,

Run, so you can escape your past, your present, but what you must not leave is your future.

And I always thought that you would be the right person...

- Taehyung -

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Dear 9

29/05/23 Our conversation was like that. At least, that's what it came down to,

"I hate the humans in this world...

But you are a human too."

"Except that he and I are quite different.

How so?"

They're just inhuman, that's all. He doesn't care what other people feel, if he's going to do that, he might as well let us die, you don't want to reach out to us. I am human, because I know how to reach out. I know how to help and forgive. And you know why? Because we are stronger than you think. They are the weak ones, and I'm sick of people playing with my patience. That they've been making fun of me since the beginning! At least I have feelings. Do you? You're here because you're afraid. And the weak, as you know so well how to say, don't deserve you.

You must have thought I was crazy...

- Taehyung -

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Dear 10

30/05/23 I also thought of those stories of people who forgive the unforgivable after hearing the words, "I love you. From what I understood, love was a rather extreme idea, which seemed to lock the indefinable into the prison of a single term. And everyone abused the word. People used the word "love" for a yes or a no, whenever they were not feeling too bad or when they felt gratitude.

- Taehyung -

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Dear 11

31/05/23 Powerful people don't talk. And people in trouble fight back.

- Taehyung -

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Dear 12

01/06/23 You are the reason I smile every day. I am also your reason to smile.

So I hope I'm important to you...

- Taehyung -

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Dear 13

02/06/23 I lied because there's no way you could love me.

- Taehyung -

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Dear 14

03/06/23 Don't come closer or you'll be unhappy...

- Taehyung -

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Dear 15

04/06/23 Life smiled at me then rejected me. Life loved me then it hated me.

- Taehyung -

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Dear 16

05/06/23 There's nothing wrong with you, it's just that we were born in a judgmental society. We get insulted so gratuitously that sometimes we wonder if it's worth responding to them. They just want attention because they think they're as perfect as us. It's ridiculous. Just be beautiful in your own way, that's all.

Does he deserve our attention?

- Taehyung -

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Dear 17

06/06/23 The blows hurt, they are fatal, but the hurtful words are even more so.

Isn't it Gukk?

- Taehyung -

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Dear 18

07/06/23 Why did you separate me from the person I care so much about? It was on purpose, right? I laugh nervously. I hate you...

But I don't even know what I did to you...

- Taehyung -

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Dear 19

08/06/23 I lost absolutely everything... But tomorrow is another day, isn't it?

I was in tears...

- Taehyung -

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Dear 20

09/06/23 The fact that I don't fight back doesn't mean I'm weak. Only enough to understand that anger does not solve anything. But here, it's really too much.

- Taehyung -

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Dear 21

10/06/23 Yesii, that's great, bravo! Thanks a lot. In fact, you are really the king of the bastards. Dare to come near me once and it won't be your empty words that will be broken, but your whole heart, asshole!

- Taehyung -

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Dear 22

11/06/23 I want you to know that my heart is in my hand Jeongukk. But it can also come to your face.

- Taehyung -

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Dear 23

12/06/23 The shorter jokes are the better ones.

- Taehyung -

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Dear 24

13/06/23 It's never their fault anyway. It's true, they are perfect. Now that I think about it, that's really what it is, they are "perfect".

I get it. Now you have to stop taking me for an idiot.

- Taehyung -

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Dear 25

14/06/23 You really want to know, huh? Do you want to know why we're not together anymore, Jeongukk? Well, simply because you fucked up.

It's that simple, Jeon.

- Taehyung -

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Dear 26

15/06/23 It's not that I can't take it anymore, it's that it hurts to take it. And I'm sorry I wasn't good enough for you...

- Taehyung -

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Dear 27

16/06/23 "It's okay, you don't have to force yourself, pretend like it's okay and nothing's changed because I can see that."

Don't you dare say that to me. You don't know anything about me.

- Taehyung -

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