#and even now I'm pretty sure I did this the hardest way possible but still

[kangals]

way back in 2014, probably a few weeks or months after you posted that picture of boone with the stick on his head, i checked your blog out and so dearly enjoyed all the dogposting that i followed. i think you were the first dogblr blog i actually followed at the time, but it's been ages and my memory is bad, so i'm not fully sure. it wasn't long before then--2012 i think?--that i had gotten a new dog of my own, a border collie. iirc he and boone were just about the same age.

in 2018 i lost that blog i'd followed you with, and a lot of connections with it. i didn't return until 2021, and when i did, i didn't refollow most of the old blogs; i don't think i even really went looking for them. it took me a while to get back into the swing of using tumblr.

last september, my border collie had a sharp health decline, and i had to say goodbye. it's not the first time i've had to put a pet down, but i think it was the hardest. i'm still not over it. even just typing this now, i feel raw.

then in march or so, i made a new fandom friend who knows you, and i enthusiastically recalled following you before and how much i enjoyed it. i didn't even know about stellina, and now there's kep too! but... i also didn't know you'd lost boone. i followed because i still really enjoy your blog, and i love your collies too. and butters!!! so glad she's still here!

idk what made me look tonight... maybe because i talked about my old border collie with someone today. i went looking for the posts immediately around when you lost boone, because i guess some part of me wanted to know what happened. i spent the better part of an hour (maybe longer?) reading posts from the weeks before the decline, and then the loss, and then the deluge of old boone pictures after, and i've been crying pretty much the whole time just reading your posts and tags about him.

and this is a long and windy way to get to saying thank you. i'm glad you shared your grief, though that seems like a weird thing to say. there's something cathartic about crying over someone else's dog when you still hurt about your own, and knowing you're not alone in that kind of sorrow. boone was such a beautiful boy. i'll never forget that silly post that made me check your blog out in the first place, or the years of posts i stuck around for after. i wish i'd remembered to follow sooner, but the archive is still there, and it's so fun looking through all those old posts about him and his quirks and antics. he was amazing.

sorry for the length of this, i just... really wanted you to know that he touched yet another life, i guess. and i've been so deeply enjoying your posts about stellina and kep. i know it'll be a year soon... i hope there's some peace in how things have gone since he passed, and i hope the anniversary isn't too hard on you. thank you for sharing him with us.

i've been on tumblr for 14 years and this is, genuinely, the nicest ask i think i've ever been sent.

thank you - sincerely. there's been a lot of times over the course of this blog that i've felt like i was oversharing, or talking about pointless things only i cared about. i still so frequently start typing out a post only to stop mid-sentence and delete it because i can't help but think "no one cares about this." possibly it's why i like to talk about my pets so much - they're not me, but i'm the one who knows them best, so i get to say "hey look at this" and ramble and have people say "i'm looking" back. when boone passed, i lost that filter and i poured my grief out into this blog because it was the closest outlet i had. and to have hundreds of people not only acknowledge this but to commiserate, to reassure, to share their own stories - that helped healed me more than i can put into words. it's exactly as you said: there's a catharsis in grieving together.

i am sorry you also had to say goodbye. i wish i could say it gets easier, but i think that would be defeating the point of grief. your grief is your love and damn it if there isn't any act more loving in the world than choosing to say goodbye to an old, loyal dog. you think of how dogs were domesticated tens of thousands of years ago, of how human society and dogs have developed intertwined, of how we have records of ancient greeks and romans carving loving epitaths on their dog's graves, of how a prehistoric dog's skull was found with a bone placed in it's mouth after death, and you wonder if grieving a dog isn't one of the most consistent experiences in the whole of human history that there is.

i'm glad to know that this could bring you some comfort, in some way. it's incredibly touching to know that you kept me and boone in your thoughts for all this time. i am doing ok - i've been reflecting a lot as we approach the one-year mark. i'm not sure if i'll be able to condense those thoughts down into coherent words, but i'll do my best. i hope that my silly little pets continue to bring you some happiness, and that you've found peace with your own grief.

thank you, again - this is extremely touching and means a hell of a lot to me.

#i know exactly what you mean about reading posts about other peoples loss and grieving in camaraderie with them. i do that too #also mayhaps i am nosy sometimes and want to intrude. i cant help my nature to be a looky-loo #which is to say: you should never feel like you are intruding for doing so back to me.

[pink-flame]

You're my neck of the, neck of the woods Leave you, babe, I never could Ginger and gestures of goodwill go forth, let go Of sorrow and sadness and spite I'm somebody taller tonight

Neck of the Woods - Maisie Peters

#juke #jatp #julie and the phantoms #my gifs #my edit #jatp edit #maisie peters #neck of the woods #new jatp gifs in 2024 #why not #don't tell me how to ghost #you guys have no idea #I had this idea a full two years ago and could not figure out how to do it #and even now I'm pretty sure I did this the hardest way possible but still #I don't have photoshop ok #I'm a video editor scraping buy with the skills I can carry over and making gifs in final cut pro with the occasional assist from canva #annnnnnyway #I know they're. not perfect but I'm so proud of them #also I want to make like three more sets for Juke with this song because ALL the lyrics fit them so well #but I just loved the idea of all the shared memories they have in that house #they're home for each other in both a literal and metaphorical sense #and that makes me unhinged #so here you go

[ckret2]

To be honest, it seems so impossible to picture billford actually happening right now. I trust you! But it's hard to envision the path ahead.

I'm not gonna lie the reason it took me months & months to commit to taking the fic that route is because I didn't want to go "no yeah I'm doing this" until I was sure I did have a path, and it is hard to envision lmfao. It's a very twisty and very narrow path that they're only gonna just barely squeeze through.

Without giving any spoilers, as far as I see it, any reconciliation between Ford & Bill—platonic or romantic—requires three things:

a reason for Ford to stop fearing Bill

a reason for Ford to stop hating Bill

a reason for Ford to like Bill.

We don't need anything on Bill's side, he's all prepared to like Ford as soon as Ford likes him. All he has to do is, y'know, give Ford all of those reasons.

#3 is the easiest one! Ford already has reasons to like Bill: they're all of the reasons he used to like Bill. He's an alien with infinite knowledge. That's great. But Bill could give Ford a million reasons to like him and they won't do a bit of good as long as Ford hates him. If you stab someone in the gut and give them a flower, you stabbed them in the gut. If you stab someone in the gut and give them an entire field of flowers, you still stabbed them in the gut. It's actually more insulting to get flowers than it would've been to just get stabbed. Gotta do something about the stabbing.

#1 was also pretty easy to figure out. All it takes is trapping Bill in a scenario where he's forced to demonstrate he no longer wants to kill the Pines, in a way that makes it impossible to think that it could have been an act or a lie. Easy.

#2 is the only hard part. Ford has a lot of very good reasons to hate Bill forever. Why would he even want to stop hating Bill? And that's the key:

4. a reason for Ford to WANT to stop hating Bill

The hardest and MOST IMPORTANT part. A reason for Ford to go, fine. One last shot. If you want me to think anything is different, then show me—and no more chances to slip up. He can still hate Bill at this point! Bill still has to climb that mountain. But now Ford's simply standing at the top of the mountain glaring at Bill with his arms crossed, waiting to see if he can make it to the top, rather than using a long stick to shove Bill back down every time he gets close.

Let's talk about redemption arcs!

There's a thing I believe about redemption arcs and redemption in general, which is that saying "they shouldn't get a second chance unless they deserve it" is impossible. "Deserve it" means they're good now, "deserve it" means they've already done the work to improve themselves and make amends for what they did wrong. But in the real world, somebody needs to give you a second chance BEFORE you deserve it in order to have space to work on yourself and become worthy of it.

That doesn't mean Ford, of all people, owes Bill a second chance. He was never gonna be the first to offer Bill a hand. He couldn't be, he shouldn't be. And nobody owes Bill a second chance—but in order for it to be possible for Bill to have a redemption arc at all, SOMEBODY had to give him one anyway. The whole fic is the result of people extending a hand to Bill so that he can become worthy of the help he was offered. He wouldn't be alive if the Axolotl hadn't given him a second chance. He'd still be curled up in the corner of the attic day after day waiting to die if Mabel hadn't given him a second chance. Over and over he's gonna get chances he doesn't deserve, from people who have no reason to offer them, when he regrets nothing, when he's apologized for nothing—and that's what will save him.

SOMEBODY ELSE had to offer Bill an unconditional second chance first. But—once Ford has seen that Bill might have potential—he can, if he wants, offer Bill a limited, conditional second chance. I just have to get him to want to.

After that it's smooth sailing. Get the two of them as far as "okay we can attempt having a positive relationship again" and past that it really doesn't matter what kind of positive relationship it is, platonic, romantic, sexual, whatever. "Do you think they might wanna bone or not?" is a much less important and much less difficult question than "What would it take for Ford to stop despising the triangle who ruined his life?"

Personally, I want 'em to make out nasty style. But that's far and away the least important part of this whole arc, because it was important to me that that not be a motivating factor in their reconciliation. Like I've said, I'm deliberately playing on hard mode here, and "I'm kinda sorta motivated to forgive him because I'm attracted to him" is a cheat I'm not allowing. I'm too ace to tolerate that kind of plot unless it's in a story about the frustrating folly of desire. The attraction can only come after reconciliation; and it also won't prevent them from continuing to have the kind of ongoing issues you'd expect out of two guys with a long history of heartless betrayal and murder attempts.

#anonymous #ask #about my writing #bill goldilocks cipher

[anime-grimmy]

Trigun hyperfixation has an iron grip on me and I desperately need to get my head to think of something else. Especially cos I crave so much for good stories but to my suprise, a lot of (vashmeryl) fanfics I read are extremely samey, especially the post-anime ones.

That being said, while reading, I was actually suprised to see a few scenarios or themes never explored? So I thought, since I can't get my brain to focus anyways, might as well drop some vashmerly hcs and prompts.

the one I'm most suprised has not been explored at all is Meryl and Milly trying to teach Vash how to actually talk/flirt with women. I still dunno how Vash came to be known as a womamizer in the og anime cos he is abyssmal when it comes to flirting. So, after an especially embarassing rejection, Meryl picks a fight with Vash as usual and he's all like "yeah, then you show me how it's done." Not one to chicken out on a competition (and with avid encouragement by Milly) they set up a fake date. I can totally see it going really funny, Meryl trying her darn hardest to act like an actually interested date but can't help herself from cringing and and scoffing at how stupid Vash' approaches are. So basically, it would be a mix of silly flirting and a lot of bantering. By the end Meryl admits that he's not half bad if he just turns down the goofiness a bit, mentioning if he just ties up the night nicely he might even score a second date (she means in general, not realizing that it sounds like she's implying a date with her). Cue Vash doing the only smooth move in his life and stealing a goodnight kiss, asking "well, did it work?"

less of a prompt or headcanon, but in all the scar-centric fics Ive read, not once is it mentioned how Vash has a literal cage over his heart? Ive always loved this little design aspect, since it so obviously shows Vash fortifying his heart and keeping everyone out. I can also see Meryl being all smug like "well, im small and nimble, and the spaces between the bars are wide, I can easily slip through"

another funny thought about the metal grids on his body would be them cuddling but Meryl's hair gets caught on the metal and now they have to akwardly maneuver out of this situation

Meryl uses any and all situations to be taller than Vash. Since she is so much smaller than him, she usually stands when he sits, especially when they argue, tries to be just a few stairs above him or walks a few more steps up a slop so she can peer down on him. Not that her presence isn't big enough already, but she for sure tries her hardest to assert dominance.

To her dismay, Vash likes to use this moments to pick her up. I dunno why, but since Meryl is so small I can see Vash just enjoying it to pick her up and twirl her around. Lugging her around like a pretty looking sack of potatoes.

Vash is a human pretzel. He will contort his body in ways to hug as much of Meryl as possible.

Meryl becomes incredibly good at ignoring Vash if she needs to work. She could be sitting at her typewriter, only noticing Vash has her in a vice grip when Milly asks if she isn't distracted.

Despite how spiky it looks, Vash' hair is actually pretty soft and fluffy, and once Meryl finds out she uses any opportunity to run her fingers through it. Vash doesn't mind cos he totally digs the head scratches (humanoid typhoon? more like humanoid doggo)

when traveling together, they usually share a thomas cos Vash can't ride for shit. Vash likes to be dramatic and complain about it (cos he's a big boy thank you very much) but he can't deny that he wholly enjoys being cuddled up behind Meryl for hours on end.

Welp, just some food for thought cos my brain is in Trigun overdrive. These are specifically based on the 98 versions of them but I have a whole lot for Stampede as well haha

#trigun #trigun 98 #rambling #headcanons #vashmeryl #vash the stampede #meryl stryfe

[according2thelore]

different anon jumping in here but hot damn i'd read 500k of just your slice of life vignettes about this ls/es crossover. plot is so beyond unnecessary for this one holy shit just please hit a million word count giving us this juice. not sure if you had plans for first time/established but i'm now fantasizing about the added layers of all the varieties of it. the dark spiraly angst of es!bros who never crossed the line and have just barely begun to think about it, all naked panic and throes of guilt and excitement, trapped in a timeline with ls!bros who crossed it years back and can't help poking at the es versions of themselves bc they both know how hard it was for them. or, even better, if all 4 are still sort of peeking over the fence at the possibilities and ls!bros are going on year 30 of angsty mutual pining and here come the versions of themselves who made these emotions the ugliest that they ever were ... yum. yummyyyyyy please keep going

AAAA thank you so much!!!!!! :,)

i'm so honoured and glad that you like them! 🥰 these are so fun to write, so i hope you all keep thinking they're interesting, lol!

in my head, i've been picturing ES!Sam&Dean as being not "together," and as LS!Sam&Dean as being pretty firmly together/established.

it happened around a year and a half back, the slow realization that they both felt the same way, that the ownership and protectiveness and fear that close wouldn't be close enough, that they had for a while--single digits while. there wasn't any big "thing" that did it, just a bad hunt and a slow recovery and with all the god business, it just seems fair that they finally get to have this. it doesn't even feel like anything "new," more like an extension of what they already are to each other, what they already do. more of an equilibrium, a homeostasis, the world settling back into how it is supposed to be.

sometimes dean finds himself in the reflex of leaning away before he remembers that he can actually lean forward if he wants to. sam kicks his brother's shins under the table when he's being a dick but kisses him afterwards.

but ES!Sam&Dean are still stuck in the early stages. ES!Dean spent years mourning and hating sam for leaving, thumbing old polaroids of him in his middle school theater costume until the film starts to peel away and the picture underneath chips. sam had been hoping that the time apart would make his stomach less riotous, something with more ability to be tamed, but after jess and during the quiet moments spent in motel rooms, driving while sun filters through the windscreen and warming denim-clad legs and old leather, sam realizes that nothing has changed.

it makes him feel even more wretched because was he using jess this whole time? no. he loved her. he really did. dean just chips away at the hardest parts of his grief, the most isolating, with quips and burgers and big, earnest eyes. but how can someone find space for anything that's not dean in their chest, when he looks over with a betrayed moue and his hand glued to a beer bottle?

with sam's nightmares shaking him awake almost nightly, they've gotten in the habit of touching each other, fingers on wrists and dean's palm at the back of his neck and ankles crossing under tables and eyes tracking chapped lips and sides pressed together all the way down shoulders-biceps-forearms-waists-hips-thighs.

so when ES!Dean tries to find LS!Dean to ask him about the keys to the armory--because, hey, cool--he sees the door to his bedroom open. he sees the two pillows. sam's house shoes on one side of the bed. dean's on the other. the lube on the fucking nightstand that they don't even bother to put away because who ever comes over

and ES!Dean is...floored. fucking agog. and he gets even more flustered around LS!Sam and more convinced that this is some kind of alternate timeline/universe or something in which sam actually wants him back

he's blushing whenever LS!Sam looks at him and can't stop looking up at his not-so-little brother, built like a statue and making dean sweat with his fond smiles. he can't stop jerking off to imagining what it would be like to pull him down into a kiss, or feeling him from behind as he presses in. and this makes LS!Dean even more unworthy in ES!Dean's opinion, a murdering bastard drowning in gold and splendour. he thinks about it all the time--can't stop thinking about it. ES!Dean tries to catch LS!Sam's attention like 'me too, right? i'm good enough too, right?'

plus, it also fuels his anger at LS!Dean bc how did sam find out? how did this happen? did you force sam into this, you sick fuck? we swore on mom's grave that he'd never find out. no way sam actually wants us, no fucking shot.

if ES!Sam finds out, it would all kind of blow up, i think. it would be messy and sam would be furious because is that what ES!Dean's been trying to do and why he suddenly can't look either sam in the eye?? he wants to fuck LS!Sam?? what is different about him that ES!Sam doesn't have? it's kind of a betrayal on both fronts: a brother that only wants a specific not-ES!Sam version of sam, and a version of his older self that steals his brother out from under him.

not to mention, the whole time LS!Sam&Dean are looking at their younger selves with a weird mix of glee and pity, bc they don't even know yet, know what the word "brother" means, how it can mean everything at once, and to what extents they are willing to go to keep each other.

ARGH! it would be so messy!!! the tangled webs of longing and possession and just sheer goddamn need!

but anon!!!! you're so right!!!!!!!!! if neither of them are together, and suddenly they have to interact with these younger versions of themselves, who, if they can't have each other--who knows? with their big eyes and clear admiration and longing? these feelings have never been easy, but with ES!Sam&Dean, they're so messy. they bleed want, and it's agonizing to witness. idk...makes u think...

anyway. thank you for this lovely ask anon! and for your kind words!! if only i could write a million words about them, lol! x <3

-lizzy

(for the new: ES = early seasons, LS = late seasons; the other ES/LS posts can be found here!)

#ask box #lizzy answers #lizzy writes #anon <3 #ES/LS verse

[imjustavenuxwithaboomerang]

"we like each other" - lukadrien oneshot

(this is a lot longer than i meant for it to be but i hope you enjoy)

adrien! wait!" luka had no idea how he got into this situation. one minute he was talking with his sister on their houseboat and the next he was chasing his friend down the streets of paris.

adrien seemed to pick up speed with every few seconds that passed. oh how luka wished he participated in a sport of some kind.

"please, adrien! stop! please!" luka yelled in his friend's direction. he tried his hardest to catch up but eventually became too winded to continue. adrien turned a corner and disappeared behind a random store. luka slowed to a stop and tried to catch his breath.

what was going on? why was adrien running away? luka tried to think back to the conversation he had with juleka, in case adrien heard something that sent him on his way. nothing came to mind.

he pulled out his phone and shot a few texts to adrien, telling him that he was sorry for whatever adrien heard and that he hoped he would tell him what he and juleka did wrong.

he retraced his steps back to his boat. once he got on deck, he ignored his mom calling out to him for dinner prep and made his way to his room. he plopped down on his bed and tried to find answer which posed to be very hard without knowing adrien's thoughts.

luka snatched up his guitar and attempted to strum his way through the problem. he didn't know why it bothered him so much. obviously, adrien didn't want anyone to know what was bothering him but luka couldn't help but think that it was all his fault.

ten minutes later, a tap on his window caused luka to jump slightly. he snapped his head towards the sound to see cat noir peering in.

"you gonna let me in, guitar boy?" the cat-themed hero joked. luka stood and opened the window, still confused as to what was going on. cat noir leaped through the small circle gracefully and landed on the bedroom floor in a cat-like pose.

"what are you doing here, cat noir?" luka's voice was low and barely above a whisper. cat noir stood up and shrugged.

"i don't really know. i heard you were the one to go to when stricken with turmoil,"

"i guess i am," luka chuckled. he could've sworn he'd seen a slight blush form on the hero's face but he decided to chalk it up to the odd lighting in his room. "what seems to be the problem, cat noir?"

"well," cat noir started, "i heard...ladybug and...rena rouge, yeah that's right, talking about me, possibly maybe, and i'm just feeling insecure."

luka raised his eyebrow at the story. it didn't sound like cat noir was saying something that really happened. he noticed the way he seemed to search for his words even more than a normal person stumbling over their words would.

he let it go, "and what did they say?"

"i don't really know, they didn't say my name at all, but i just felt like their words were towards me."

"and how did you hear these words?" luka furrowed his eyebrows in deep thought.

"i, um, you're not gonna judge me right?" the hero's voice sounded small and luka wanted to reach out and physically comfort him but felt that might be too much.

"of course not."

"i was eavesdropping," cat noir seemed to move farther and farther from luka, hunching his shoulders to hide.

"maybe, they knew you were listening and tried to pull a prank on you."

"well that's just mean! i mean it would explain why you-" the hero stopped himself and frantically moved his eyes around. "i mean they-"

luka tried not to laugh, "adrien, i know it's you. you can detransform now."

"what! no! i'm not that pretty model boy, i'm just an average guy who really has to go," cat noir tried to scurry past luka but he blocked the window.

"adrien, it's okay, no one has to know that i know. but please i need to talk to you," luka reached out to grab cat noir's, who he was sure was adrien, hands. "ladybug and rena rouge are supposed to be me and jul right?"

cat noir avoided luka's eyes, "claws in," a nearly blinding neon green light filled luka's room. luka blinked away the spots in his eyes and saw his friend who he had just chased a half hour ago.

"adrien...talk to me."

"can we- can we sit?" luka nodded and moved his guitar off his bed. he patted the sheet covered mattress and sat down. adrien sat and began to fiddle with the ends of a blanket luka had.

"tell me what's going on, adrien."

"i heard you and juleka talking earlier," adrien tried to not let his emotions show but failed almost miserably.

luka knew it was about that! he kept his thoughts to himself as it didn't seem like the time. he was also confused. they never mentioned adrien by name, they didn't even allude to him. how could he have taken it so personally?

"but-"

adrien cut luka off, "wait, let me finish, or i'll never be able to say it."

luka pressed his lips in a line and urged adrien to continue.

"yesterday, i asked juleka to ask you if you liked anybody. she told me she would try her best and to come over today to hang out so she could talk with me. i got here a little too early and...heard you say no."

"what?" luka was confused.

"i was so heartbroken that i dropped the food i had brought for us all to share."

luka remembered hearing something fall outside but was too focused on the jean covered legs running away.

"i ran away so you wouldn't see me but somehow you caught up with me. i kept running because...i couldn't look you in the eye," luka could hear adrien's voice get weak with his held-back tears. "it sounds so stupid when i say it out loud."

luka grabbed adrien's free hand and searched for his eyes, "adrien, it's not stupid. i'm sorry you had to hear that," luka inhaled deeply and reached up to caress adrien's cheek, "especially because it wasn't true."

adrien's eyes widened, "i don't understand."

"adrien, please forgive me, i didn't tell juleka the truth. i do have a crush on someone," luka wiped away a stray tear that fell from adrien's eye.

"luka...what are you saying right now?" adrien's eyes seemed to bore into luka's. luka wasn't even sure if he had seen adrien blink since reciting his side of the story.

"i like you, adrien. i really like you. i'm so sorry that you thought i didn't," luka's hold on adrien's cheek never let up. adrien even reached up to keep luka's hand in place.

"really? you like...me? why?"

"why wouldn't i?" luka slightly frowned.

"i don't know. i mean, we've never really spent that much time together. i assumed you only thought of me as an acquaintance at best." adrien broke eye contact, he couldn't bring himself to look at luka anymore.

"adrien, none of that stopped you from liking me," luka stated, "so why would it stop me from liking you?"

adrien kept his eyes down.

"hm? can you answer that?"

"no, no i can't," adrien's voice went back to being small and it broke luka's heart. luka guided adrien's head up so he could look back into his eyes.

"we like each other, adrien, and neither of us can fully explain it. that's perfectly okay."

adrien's voice was full again, "we like each other."

luka tried not to let out a chuckle, "yes, that's what i just said."

"no, i mean, i didn't have to be scared. you like me as much i like you. well i probably like you a little more, i feel my feelings very aggressively," adrien started to ramble. luka had to admit, it was cute.

"i can see that," luka finally let out a small laugh.

"i'm sorry about the whole running away thing. i didn't even know i could run that fast without my miraculous-"

adrien's eyes widened and luka waited to hear what he would say.

"you know about my miraculous!" adrien whisper-yelled, he got off of the bed. he started to pace around luka's room.

"what miraculous?" luka attempted to say cooly but adrien missed the joke entirely.

"ya know, the one that transforms me into a cat man! the one that i wasn't supposed to tell anyone about! the one that gives me super fast reflexes! the one that gives me stupid cat ears- oh." luka half smiled as adrien finally got it.

"i meant what i said earlier, no one has to know that i, luka couffaine, know the identity of french hero, cat noir." luka put on a dramatic voice for the last bit, much to adrien's unamusement.

"you're not funny."

"sure i am, but i'm also one hundred percent serious. i'm not gonna tell anyone, i promise. can you sit down now?" luka extended his hand out to adrien who sighed and took hold of it.

luka pulled adrien towards him, causing adrien to yelp. adrien was pulled onto a laughing and leaned back luka.

"ow." adrien jokingly said.

luka slightly scoffed, "that didn't hurt and you know it."

"no, it didn't. i'm just dramatic."

"yeah, i know, it's very noticeable."

"you're very blunt at times, ya know that, right?" adrien shimmied into a more comfortable position, his back against the wall and his legs on top of luka's.

"and yet, you like me, so who's really the problem here?"

"both of us," they both laughed and any awkward or scared tension there was before seemed to quickly dissipate.

"ya know, the cat ears aren't that stupid. i actually kinda li-" Luka was interrupted by a hand covering his mouth.

"don't you dare finish that sentence," adrien tried to say sternly but luka knew he was all bark no bite, in the most adorable way possible.

so he licked adrien's hand. adrien dramatically screamed and wiped off his hand on luka's shoulder. luka erupted in melodic laughter, which in a way, made adrien feel like everything was gonna be all right.

(any notes or criticisms or praises that you guys have, i'd be more than glad to hear about. ofc be respectful and understanding, this is the first fanfiction that i've literally ever posted on anything so ofc it's not going to be perfect. but i really hope you liked it)

#i finally finished writing it #yay #for the small amount of people who were awaiting this #here ya go !! #lukadrien #lukadrien fic #miraculous fanworks #miraculous fic #luka couffaine #adrien agreste #cat noir #juleka couffaine #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #miraculous lb #oneshot #luka x adrien #adrien x luka

[skzhocomments]

Mafia Book #2 - PART II - The Withered Rose - Chapter 5 - Bleeding hearts

Story masterlist - please consult it for the summary of the story, trigger warnings etc.

General masterlist

PART I - The Black Iris

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PART II - The Withered Rose

Chapter 5 - Bleeding hearts

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“Everyone seems to like her.” Wooyoung whispers in Emilia’s ear as quietly as he can. Pointless, she thinks, as everyone’s eyes are on them anyway.

“Do y’all have nothing better to do than watch me feed my daughter?” She snaps and looks at everyone around the table, whose eyes are stuck right on the trio. 

"I'm just shocked that you've become such a good mother." Felix smiles. "It's just... unexpected."

"Yeah, you were scared of children before at the orphanage, weren't you?" Changbin chuckles.

"Oh, God." Emilia rolls her eyes with a chuckle.

Chris is there too.

Three weeks have passed since they arrived at the Stray Kids mansion, and so far, he has only watched them from afar. He would not initiate any conversations with Emilia, but he would try to steal some moments with his daughter whenever she wasn’t around.

Wooyoung would usually take care of Ivy every afternoon while Emilia resumed training with Felix and Minho, and Chris would take advantage of these moments to the fullest. He’d go into whatever room they were in, and at first, he would just admire Ivy from a distance. But when she approached him after a few days and asked him to play with her, his heart melted completely, and he gave in.

He kept spending more and more time with her each day. They’d play together, he’d feed her, tuck her into bed for her afternoon naps, hug her and calm her down when she’d cry, and tried his hardest to act like a good parent. Wooyoung observed him carefully each time, but Chris seemed to do everything right, and Ivy fell right into his arms.

She started loving Chris more and more each day, and whenever they spent time together, they looked like the perfect father-daughter combo. Ivy is, after all, his splitting image.

Chris also fell in love with Ivy from the first moment his eyes landed on her, and he swore to himself that he’d do anything in his power to protect her and make sure she’d have the happiest life without any hardships.

Although Chris thought he was pretty sneaky to see his daughter behind her back, Emilia was aware of these meetings taking place. She would intentionally turn a blind eye and spend more and more time away training, because deep down, she truly wished Chris would be the one raising Ivy alongside her.

She can’t forgive him, not now, anyway, nor anytime soon, but… she still feels love for him, and she knows from the way he’s looking at them that he loves them too. It’s so hard, being in love but unable to do anything about it, because what he did was too unforgivable, even with so many years passing by.

She honestly thought she’d feel more rage when seeing him, but she keeps shocking herself, apparently. It became clear that, when Minho and Iris first told her they’d have to take her with them, Emilia didn’t want to meet Chris not because of any rage and hatred towards him, but because deep in her heart, she never stopped loving Chris.

She still loves him, so she avoids meeting him as much as possible. She knows she has to respect herself enough and not allow him back in her life after what he’s done, so every night when he’d slip a paper note asking her to meet him to discuss things, she’d simply ignore it.

Now, looking at him over the big table while feeding Ivy, she knows she made the right decision to not see him in his room. It’s too soon to talk.

It’s simply too soon.

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“So, I really thought you were a ghost.” Jisung randomly starts at the dinner table. They are currently playing cards, absentmindedly drawing one card after another when the colours of the one on the table wouldn’t match the ones in their hands.

“Dumbass.” Seungmin wastes no time insulting him.

“Man, I thought she’s back to haunt us all! What is there to laugh about?” Han scoffs.

“Oh my, Sky, you’re still mean.” Emilia remarks with a slight chuckle.

“Never changing.” Seungmin smirks proudly.

“It’s a good quality to have sometimes. Oh, fuck off, Lix.” Iris curses as she starts drawing 5 cards.

“It feels so fun being together like this again!” Lix smiles. “If 5 wasn’t enough, I can give you 5 more.”

“Now we know your cards, dummy.” Hyunjin ruffles his hair with a small laugh.

“Shit! You’re right!”

“No, but, hear me out, why do you always get the good cards? Are you cheating?”

“How could you?!” Jisung gasps. “You little-”

“I’m not cheating!”

“No, he’s not cheating. I would’ve noticed.” Seungmin defends.

“Guys, he can’t even cheat on a test, let alone around this table with quite literally the most intelligent people around it.” Hyunjin jumps to Felix’ defence as well.

“Look who’s talking! You can’t cheat either!” Felix pouts.

“His speciality is literally deceiving people, Lixie.” Emilia fake pouts as well then starts laughing. “Anyway fuckers, seems I won.”

Letting go of the last cards in her hands, she stands up and gets out.

“Where to?” Iris asks.

“Just out.”

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The night air is chill but pleasant, and Emilia is happy to get some space away from the loud laughter in the house. She’s no longer used to having this many people around, but with each passing day, she feels more and more at home in the mansion.

She never expected to be able to feel good there again, but life is full of mysteries.

She begins walking the familiar streets towards The Overpass, and in spite of the cold, she is feeling perfectly content with walking around.

She reaches the small bridge and is happy to still see it standing, even if it looks more worn out than before.

“My shade.” She hears a manly voice from behind her, and she turns around with a smile.

“My shadow.”

“It seems you still remember the bridge. After you left, this place has also become… comfortable to me.”

“This old bridge?” Emilia smiles, sadness visible in her eyes.

“Mhm. It’s where you and I got close, isn’t it?” Jeongin asks while grabbing her left hand, lifting it palm up in the air and drawing circles in it with his index finger.

The anxiety technique he’s taught her before.

“Have you been looking for me?” She asks after a little while.

“Yeah. Wanna go back to the mansion with me?”

“Sure.”

They walk back towards the house holding hands and talk about their lives for the past few years. She tells him everything about how she’s lived, about Ivy, and he listens carefully and asks questions.

They reach the house not long after. Time seems to pass by faster when you’re in the company of someone so dear to you, who you haven’t seen in years. There’s a lot to catch up on, and they barely had time to meet since he had to go away on a mission a few days after she returned.

When they reach the gardens surrounding the mansion, Emilia takes a deep breath and asks.

“So… why did you really come meet me tonight, Innie? I feel like you’ve not been completely honest.”

“You’ve always read me so well…” He smiles, but it doesn’t feel genuine. He looks almost sad. “I wanted to talk to you one last time.”

“What do you mean?” She frowns.

“I’m… going away. Tonight.” He averts his gaze, his eyes glossy.

“Why?”

“It’s obvious. Chris must hate me now that he knows the truth, and… if my own family doesn’t trust me, what point is there in staying?” He says, knowing how close to home this will hit for Emilia.

He’s right. If there’s no one on your side, why would you stay?

“I trust you.” She replies quietly, but he just shakes his head.

“That ship has sailed long ago, Emi… I just wanted to say goodbye. I know how I felt when you left without even so much as a farewell, and let me tell you, it wasn’t a nice feeling.”

“I’m truly sorry, Innie.” Emilia confesses from the bottom of her heart, and he hugs her.

She knows what he’s feeling. It’s all because of her, but there’s nothing she could say or do to make him change his mind at this point. She knows it all too well, for he has the same gaze she had that night when she decided to leave it all behind.

“Thank you for keeping my secret these past few years.” She whispers, and he separates his body from hers, grabbing her face with his hands. He keeps searching her eyes for something, but he doesn’t find it. He decides to close his instead and come closer to her, his lips merely millimetres away from hers, but he finds it within himself to stop in time.

“It appears I’m still selfish. You have a kid with him, and your heart is right there… I know it. But still… fuck. For my younger self who was head over heels for you, please reject me properly this time, so I can move on, hm?”

“I’m sorry, Innie. There was a time I wished it was you, really. But it’s not. I love you with all my heart, but…”

“But just as a friend.” He smiles and moves back. “I know. I’ve always known.”

“I’m sorry.”

“We can’t choose who we love.”

“Would’ve been so much easier if we could, don’t you think?”

“Yeah.”

“Can I be selfish too? Can I ask you to stay?”

“I’m sorry, Emi, but this time, I have to put myself first.”

Emilia nods and watches Jeongin walk away from her, waving his hand around with his back turned. Goodbyes are always bittersweet, and she wonders if he will really leave. Stray Kids has been everything he’s ever known, and it hurts her to think that he feels forced to let go of this life.

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Chris finds it hard to focus on his work.

Maybe some air will help. He thinks as he stands up from his desk and goes to the window, opening it and smelling the night air.

He sees two silhouettes in the dark, Emilia and Jeongin, and carefully watches their interaction, but something feels off about the whole thing.

He shakes the thought away and returns to his desk, but even an hour later, he still thinks about what Jeongin’s behaviour could have meant. He stands up once again and goes directly to Jeongin’s room, and once he opens it, he finds the boy hunched over an opened suitcase, clothes scattered everywhere on the bed.

“Planning to go somewhere?” Chris asks. He is worried, but he tries to seem indifferent.

“I was waiting for you to kick me out, but since that never came, I decided to make it easier on you.” Jeongin shrugs, his back turned to Chris, but Chris just shakes his head and heads to the bed, throwing some clothes away and sitting down.

He pets the empty spot next to him and waits.

“Can we talk?” He asks, and eventually, Jeongin follows and sits down as well.

They stay in silence for a little while, both trying to think of what to say to each other. In these past years, they’ve barely talked. Unless it was for some mission or someone’s recovery, their interactions have been minimal.

“I know you hate me.” Chris starts. “I fucked up, and she left because of me. I know you resented me all these years.”

“… I know you also resented me for not being able to save her back then, and now that you know the truth, for lying to you.”

“Yeah, I was truly angry back then, but I eventually realised it was misdirected. And last month, when I saw her walk through that door and I realised that you’ve been lying to me for all these years… I was seething, to be honest.”

Jeongin doesn’t say anything, so he decides to continue.

“But Innie, I want to do better. I no longer want to be the man who bursts out in anger and acts impulsively. I thought about it long and hard, and you know what? I no longer want to lose anyone that’s precious to me. You are one of those people, and I want you to stay next to me as a cherished member of my team.”

“Chris, do you know how much I loved her? Do you know that I wanted to betray you and run away with her?”

“Yeah. I do.”

“And even now, years later, I even tried to kiss her.”

“Okay.”

“Do you still want me to stay?”

“Yes.”

“Even if I keep loving her?”

“Yes. Whether you love her or not… it doesn’t matter to me, Innie. You are one of the most important people in my life, and I want you to keep staying here with me. That won’t change, no matter how you’re feeling about me or her, or anyone else in this mafia. You’re my friend, Jeongin. My little brother.”

Jeongin starts tearing up, which brings Chris to tears as well, and they hug and silently promise each other loyalty.

“Hyung, you’re a really lucky man.” Jeongin says as Chris stands up and heads to the door.

“Lucky?” He chuckles. “How so?”

“She… she still loves you. I’m sure of it.”

“I don’t know, Innie… we haven’t talked at all since she came here...”

“Give it time, and I’m sure she’s going to eventually come back to you.”

Chris turns his lips upwards, a smile laced with sadness.

“Your daughter is really cute, Hyung.”

He smiles again, genuine this time, and walks out of Jeongin’s room, heading towards his bedroom.

He opens the door and freezes in the doorframe as he sees Emilia waiting for him next to the window.

“Is he truly leaving?” She asks, glancing outside.

“No.” Chris steps in, closing the door behind him. His breath hitches in his throat, and he finds it hard to inhale. Finally, she came here to talk.

“Did you talk him out of it?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.”

She straightens her back and takes a deep breath, then brushes past him and takes the door handle in her hand.

“Emilia, please wait-” Chris grabs her wrist, but he is quick to release it as soon as she throws him a sharp look.

“What?” She asks impatiently.

“I’m sorry. For everything I’ve done, for how much I’ve hurt you… I am truly sorry. I have no excuse.”

“That’s right, you don’t.”

“I know. I know there is probably no way for me to amend… I can’t change the past, I can’t change anything about what happened. The only thing I can do is improve myself to be a better man for you and our daughter.”

“Ivy is not our daughter.” She spits venomous words that are sure to hurt him, but the only thing he does is smile.

“I know you’re aware that we’re spending more and more time together each day. I know you let me do it…” He starts, and she averts her gaze. “I can’t just stand by while she calls some other man dad. I’m right here.”

“For Ivy and for me, Wooyoung is not just some other man. He is the person who stayed by my side and protected her in your stead. He protected us from you.”

“I would’ve never been able to kill you. I would’ve done it that night if I could’ve. But I couldn’t.” He whispers.

“I was stabbed, but you know what, Chris?” She looks back into his eyes, and they are so sharp, he felt them cut right through him. “It didn’t even hurt. I didn’t even feel the wound. The one in my heart was far too painful to feel anything else. What hurt the most were your words, your lack of trust.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I don’t care.”

“For how long are you going to punish me like this, Emilia?”

“You’re really asking me this?” She laughs. “For the rest of that miserable life of yours.”

“I’ve been visiting your grave every day… I’ve apologised countless times… I thought it over again and again, but still-”

“You should’ve done all of that before it was too late.”

“You’re here. It’s not too late. Is it?” He looks at her with hope, but instead of looking in his eyes, she glances behind him and notices the dagger she wore on her thigh on the night they met. She finds it somewhat amusing that he is keeping that old thing on display in his bookshelf.

Chris turns around and sees what she focuses on as well, and he smiles briefly before grabbing the dagger and taking it out of its sheath.

He hands it to her, and she grips it steadily.

“Come on.” He encourages her. “If you can’t forgive me, then do whatever you need to do. Finish what you started when you first came here. I won’t stop you. You can get your revenge and kill me right here.”

Emilia looks at the small blade in her hand, and then in Chan’s eyes. He is serious.

“Come on.” He whispers, grabbing her hand and pointing it towards his abdomen.

Her hand is trembling, but she obliges, and she feels the blade cut through his skin. Chris winces but tries not to let out any sounds as the blade goes deeper and deeper.

Emilia keeps shaking more and more, as she realises that she doesn’t get any satisfaction from hurting Chris. She doesn’t want to hurt him.

She still loves him.

Fuck.

“I… I loved you… so, so much.” She whispers while twisting the knife in his abdomen. Crimson blood starts spewing out of the wound, but Chris doesn’t even flinch. His face contorts with pain, but other than that, he grabs her waist and holds on tight for support.

“That’s okay, love… let it all out.” He whispers.

“It hurt. It hurt then, and it still hurts so fucking much, Chris…” She cries out. She has been mourning her relationship with Chris for years now, even if they spent more time apart than she spent next to him.

How come a mere human could have feelings so powerful, she wondered? 

… And why couldn’t she let go of them?

“I can’t- I can’t even hurt you.” She looks back in his eyes, her cheeks stained by tears.

“I’m so sorry, my love. I was wrong. Let me do it right this time.”

“N-no.” She shakes her head. “How can I trust you after what I’ve been through, hm? I can’t. You can beg for forgiveness all you want, but… I will never forgive you, Chris.” She says harshly, feeling the need to dig the knife in a little deeper. However, the trembling in her hands gets to be too much, and she lets go of the dagger instead.

Somehow, hurting him is not making her feel any better. It does the exact opposite, and she’s never felt so emotionally drained.

“What if I-”

“Shut up.” She cuts him off. “There is nothing… nothing you could do to magically fix what happened, okay?!”

Chris lets his head fall down and looks at the dagger still piercing his abdomen.

Emilia is no longer holding it, so he decides to test whether she truly doesn’t care about him.

“Okay.” He nods. “If you truly don’t care about me anymore, I understand. It will be alright.”

He takes hold of the dagger and pulls it out of his abdomen, as blood starts flowing uncontrollably, dirtying the floor in front of him.

Emilia gasps in panic and tries to cover Chan’s wound, but he loses blood quickly and collapses to the ground.

In a frenzy, she runs out of the room straight to Jeongin.

“Help!” She shouts, and as he sees her covered in blood, he feels panic rush through his veins. He follows her to Chris’ desk, where Chris is laying down with his back supported against the bookshelf, holding onto his wound.

“What the fuck happened?” Jeongin looks at Emilia for any explanation, but there’s nothing she can tell him. She watches as Jeongin skillfully stops the bleeding and cleans the wound, and once she knows Chris is out of any danger, she leaves the room, anger boiling into her heart.

How could he pull this out, after how much he’s hurt her already?

Is he willing to let her kill him if that’s what she wants?

How dare he?

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[vampsquerade]

Hi!

A thought has been stuck in my head for some time now. Fuze/Reader: Enemies to Lovers. Anything about love/hate? I'm sorry I can't express it more precisely, it's hard to get it out of my head.

PS. Welcome back! I hope you're doing well. I wish you a great weekend and a good mood! Love you <3

hello anon!! thank you for the lovely welcome back, you’re so kind and i love you too!! i hope you’re doing well yourself my dear :,) i can definitely write this up for you! enemies to lovers is my favorite i love this so much…but also i’m sorry this may not turn out the way you might have liked, it’s been a while

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Fuze x GN!Reader: Breaking Points

Trigger Warnings: angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, physical altercations (punching, glass breaking over head), emotional distress, heavy drinking, infirmary visits

For years after joining Rainbow, you would’ve thought you’d figure out why Shuhrat had such an undying hatred for you. You didn’t know if it was from the way you introduced yourself to him, the way you acted, or the way you trained. All you knew was that he absolutely hates your guts. But what hurts most from this is the fact that you’ve found yourself falling in love with him. You tried your absolute hardest to be as nice as possible to him, apologizing promptly if he told you to shut up or just go away. In being pretty close to Aleksandr, the eldest Russian pretty much told you everything about Shuhrat, making it much easier to know about the things he liked. How was it that you managed to fall in love with a man that never even got along with you? It was impossible to even reach an understanding as to why you have such emotions for him.

It was like the day fell in love with the night—except the day was lukewarm and the night was freezing.

“Is everything okay, малыш? You are staring at the drink like you want to cry.” Aleksandr asks softly, putting a hand on your shoulder. Blinking a few times, you just sigh and shake your head, “I’m fine.” you lie, giving him a smile before downing your drink. “If you do not feel comfortable drinking with us because of Shuhrat it’s okay. We will not judge you for it.” Timur chimes in quietly, pouring you another drink once you beckon for him to do so. “I want to hang out with you guys though. You guys are at least fun.” you say. “Do not worry, it is still as much of a mystery to us as it is you.” Aleksandr reassures. You just shrug and down your drink once again, making sure to keep yourself separate from Maxim and Shuhrat, both of which were keeping to themselves. You’d been hanging out with Timur a lot more, happy that you knew at least 2 of the 4 Spetsnaz operators didn’t hate you.

Two hours would then come to pass and you’d be practically drunk enough to start a fight—and that’s exactly what you did. Aleksandr and Timur were off doing who knows what in the other corner of the room, laughing their asses off with a few of the other operators that decided to join in. This meant you were completely alone with Shuhrat, and you gripped your glass tightly. “What did I ever do to you?” you say, voice completely monotonous. “Who do you speak to?” Shuhrat asks, voice normally as cold as possible. “You, idiot. What did I ever do to you?” you repeat, keeping your eyes on your glass. “That is for me to know, not you” Shuhrat says, looking at you. “That’s such…bullshit, Shuhrat.” you spit, venom and malice now lacing your tone. “What?” he says, completely taken aback by the word that just left your mouth. His eyes quickly widened once he saw you had raised the arm you were holding your glass high in the air above his head, “Let me make it simpler for you—bullshit!’” you exclaim.

In an instant, the glass made contact with Shuhrat’s head and shattered. Shards flew everywhere and the commotion caused everyone, no matter how drunk they were, to rush over to try and stop the fight you just started. Shuhrat quickly stood despite the disorientation and blood getting into his eyes, swinging a left hook right against your nose. Becoming disoriented with a heavily bleeding nose, you were about to jump at him but you were swiftly held back by Timur and Aleksandr with the same being done with Shuhrat by Maxim and Elias. “What the hell happened?” Miles asks calmly, looking at you. You just stare at him for a moment, before looking back at Shuhrat and managing to push yourself out of the vice grip Aleksandr and Timur had on you.

Drunk and heavily bleeding, you simply turn and walk yourself away from everyone else. Nobody attempts to make a move to follow or stop you for any reason; it would be hell if they tried it upon seeing you snap for the very first time. At this point you’re convinced that nothing would be resolved, so you might as well just reciprocate the energy to him. “Idiot…who did you think you were fooling..?” you mumble drunkenly. Stumbling all the way to the infirmary, you open the door slowly and are met with Mina. “Hey…care to help me with my ninety-nine percent broken nose please..?” you ask. “Damn…who got you this hard?” Mina asked, helping you sit down on one of the beds there. “Shuhrat gave me a damn good one. I deserved it, though…smashed a glass over his head.” you say. “Two of you seem to be getting along much better.” Mina jokes, making sure you keep your head still so she could safely check if your nose was even broken in the first place. “Consider yourself lucky—you’re the 1% that didn’t get their nose broken.”

Feeling relieved, you continue to keep yourself still as Mina treats the injury you sustained. Eventually the bleeding from your nose stops but just in the case of you potentially breaking it, a splint is placed on it carefully. “Go ahead and lay down for a bit. I’m gonna go get you some water.” Mina says as she disposes of her gloves. You do as you’re told and position yourself to lay down, making sure to lay on the right side to avoid Shuhrat if he was to come in. And you would find it to be a good idea, because Shuhrat walked in and mumbled what he needed to Mina. You could only tell it was him by the way he mumbled, and just hearing him made your heart jump a bit in your chest. “God dammit…”

The amount of liquor you drank was making you extremely tired at this point, so you were starting to doze off. A few minutes pass, and as you’re nearly asleep, you feel a dip in the mattress of your bed. You groan at the person, trying to kick them off, only to have both your legs grabbed. “Let…go…” you say. “No. It is time we talked.” the person said. “Shuhrat..?” you mumble, opening your eyes and attempting to sit up. “Remain laid down. You will get yourself dizzy and throw up.” Shuhrat said. “Shut up…don’t tell me what to do…” you say sleepily, continuing to sit yourself up. He sighs softly at this, letting go of your legs but keeping himself ready in the case you decide you want to kick him. “Why do you suddenly want to talk to me?” you ask coldly.

Shuhrat visibly winces before sighing once again, “Because…I need to tell you about everything. None of it really excuses how I treated you—being rude and telling you I hated you—because in reality I was trying to hide other feelings.” he speaks. Your eyes widen, and you’re almost certain you want to kick the shit out of him. But for whatever reason, you can’t seem to bring yourself to do it. It’s as if you’re just…waiting to hear him out and explain himself before resorting to any further violence. “And what were those other feelings that you couldn’t just express to me?” you spit, crossing your arms. “It’s hard for me to show emotion. I used to have a fiancée but…I broke our wedding off because she wasn’t the one for me in the end. Ever since I lost my brother, I have been shut off from others for so long. And then…” he begins before trailing off.

Your previous face of annoyance became one of somber, as you had remembered Aleksandr mentioning that to you. “‘And then,’ what?” you ask. Shuhrat looked you dead in the eyes, and you could see he was sincere with what he spoke of. “And then you came along. It had been years since I broke off my engagement that I forgot how to express emotion. It is not normal for me to even speak as much as I am now. But you…you did something to me, and I did nothing but bring pain.” he said. “Why did it take me breaking a fucking glass over your head to get you to talk with me like a normal human being?” you ask. “I spoke to Harry earlier today about it. I needed proper advice and he said to look for a window of opportunity. That glass over my head was enough.” You laugh bitterly, “You’ve got a lot of fixing to do if you think I’ll just take you so easily…I was in love with you for so long…”

Shuhrat sighed, “Was? Are you no longer in love with me?” he asks. “I think I still am…but by the time we were separated I was thinking it was foolish to even be in love with you for so long…” you say. “Then…perhaps we can start anew.” Shuhrat said, sticking his hand out to you. “What are you doing..?” you ask. “I am Shuhrat, who are you?” he asked almost playfully. You give him a smile, realizing what he truly meant, “I’m Y/N. Nice to meet the real you, Shuhrat.” you say. Giving him your hand, the both of you shake before Shuhrat gently pulls you towards him into an embrace. A gentle kiss is planted onto the top of your head, making you smile.

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[yourlakebed]

a couple days ago I sent a letter here on tumblr to @neil-gaiman , to which he did not respond (fair enough, he was probably on strike that day from what I've seen on social media, and he also has so many asks per day that I'm honestly amazed how he manages to live his life answering so many of them). but i decided that i want to leave it here anyway. because it came out much more personal than I originally intended and I'd like to have it as a reminder to myself about these part of my life and this version of me.

so the letter goes like this:

hi, mr Gaiman!

I sincerely hope you're having a good day. I'll try to be brief, which is barely possible as I have so much to say.

first of all, I cannot put into words how thankful I am for all your work and especially for what you've done to good omens. throughout the history of tv we were queerbaited and gaslighted to the point where it was even hard to believe that what I'm seeing on the screen had actually happened, and had actually appeared on other people's screens (and I know for sure that lots of people in this fandom share this feelings of mine about season 2). and it's not only about the queerness, but the depth of the story itself. i would very much like to go into all the details about the way your art influenced me on a deep, profound level and helped me realise and accept some very vital aspects of my personality (I was in agony for two months, thank you 🖤).

secondly, I want to thank you on behalf of all your Ukrainian fans. I remember the first months of russian invasion, when was forced to move to Germany, and suddenly found myself completely isolated from everything i knew. it felt like Death, like I was practically separated from Life. so I clung to any type of mental support from the creators I new and loved before. lots of them broke my heart.. and then there were you with all your posts about our situation and encouragement of people to do everything in their power, and your participation in Lviv Book Forum with Noah Harari, and your post here about that one old Ukrainian church (yep, I remember everything!). that meant the world to me and still does.

it was summer and "Sandman". and then it was autumn, and I found myself still in Germany, still completely alone and isolated on a bench in a park reading "The Graveyard Book". and then "Good Omens". I practically used the second season to survive the august, and in the end it helped me to make one of the hardest decisions in my life. now I'm home, in Ukraine again. right now when I was writing this the air alarm went on, but I am happier than i ever had been in this past two years.

i know the chances that you'll see this are very low. but i needed to get this out of my chest and let you know how grateful I am.

and the last one - i finally got my physical copy of Good Omens, and decided to customise it myself. mostly to make the soft cover harder, but also to make it pretty✨️

thank you, mr Gaiman, for everything.

#look how i customised my good omens book! #good omens #neil gaiman #ukraine #i have no idea how to tag this #aziraphale #crowley #aziracrow #david tennant #michael sheen #aziraphale & crowley #my thoughts #my art

[moonjxsung]

Star ⭐🪐

Just when I hoped I'd find just a sliver of time to myself, I'm immediately thrown into familial expectations and responsibilities. Now, Ofc I should do my chores and be a responsible adult in the family. It's the taunts, it's the fact I will do anything asked of me and still be told I don't do enough. I'm so tired...I'm exhausted and worn out. I wish I could run away for just one moment of peace. My exams just ended and they had wrung me out so badly. I just want to sleep, be at ease and not be everyone's punching bag for once. Just because I can take ur responsibilities doesn't mean you should burden me with them. I'm so tired...I want to go away. I sometimes wish I could get into an accident so I can get into a coma, then I feel horrified for even thinking that way.

I'm very grateful for my family, but they're so unfair sometimes. Nothing I do is ever enough, if I don't do enough it's even worse. I barely get time for myself...

I'm so sorry for dumping this on you. You should tell me when it gets too much XD

How was ur day my shining star? I hope u ate ur meals and drank plenty of water

Love you to moon and to Saturn

🦝

HELLO MY PRETTY ANGEL

I’m so so sorry you’re feeling so stressed and burdened :( I know it’s exam season and you’re trying your absolute hardest, and it’s so not fair for everything to be dumped on you on TOP of everything already going on :( are you able to just express how you feel to them and let them know you’re under a lot of stress? I personally found the only way I could ever get my parents off my back was by straight up telling them that they were expecting WAY too much of me and I needed to take a breather from everything. Sometimes it ended with more arguing but most times they were able to come to a compromise and it just felt better getting it off my chest. Maybe you could try talking to them? :( If not, just remember to take breaks and allow yourself to feel whatever emotions you need to so you can feel productive again. Make sure you’re resting and getting enough energy and just taking care of yourself, you deserve at least that much if you’re going to be working so hard! I love you and I know you wish you things could be different but I would be devastated if anything happened to you so I absolutely do not wish any form of accident on you and I don’t think that would solve anything. What I do wish for you is peace and love and happiness and even if you don’t get it from your family, I’m sending all of it to you as much as possible 🫶💓 also don’t apologize for venting, feel free to vent whenever you need to!

My day was good! Very busy and tiring but it was still good and I have another busy weekend ahead of me. Take care of yourself and check in so I know you’re okay and then we can chat about what fun things you did this weekend (because I really hope you do something fun for yourself !) I love you to Saturn and past every galaxy and back 🌌🪐⭐️🫶

#🦝 anon #ask

[jokatsuya]

Heyy

I was wondering if you could do something like sherlock having trouble solving a case and (y/n) just constantly talks about nonsense to him (to annoy him) but accidentally helps him to get on the right path to solve the case.

Thank youuuu<3

Bohemian Rhapsody without mercy

Sherlock x reader / Sherlock x G/n reader

Wordcount: 1008

Warnings: Mention of murder, actually none others as long as you are not a high functioning sociopath (if you are: Watch out! A little bit of fluff.)

Summary: Check out the lovely request by @helpmepleaseew

A/n: I read the request and immediately thought of Bohemian Rhapsody. Whenever I think of the song I see Sherlock in front of me and now I have the chance to bring both together in such a 'sweet' way. Hope you like it as much as I do. Yours JoKatsuya

>>Stop warbling, (y/n). I need to focus, or do you think the case will solve itself?<<, Sherlock asks in a playfully delighted tone as he crouches down while briefly flipping his coat back. An admittedly very attractive sequence of movements that, fortunately for me, is part of his almost daily routine.

With a smooth movement, he pulls his Eschenbach loupe out of his coat pocket and bends over some stain, which is most likely dried blood. My gaze wanders through the chaotically cluttered room, which also emits a very unpleasant smell. However, I try to block it out as best I can and do my hardest to remember the wonderful, lulling, tangy smell of Sherlock.

>>No escape from reality, open your eyes...<<, I hum to myself in a better mood and amusedly notice how Sherlock rolls his eyes in the old manner.

>>Look up to the skies and see...<<, I continue to sing to myself unconcernedly and start looking for some clues myself. Even if I'm not as good as John, I always do my best. And if I'm only there to stop Sherlock from behaving badly, socially speaking, toward others, it's worth it. And quite possibly I'll take the opportunity with pleasure to extensively eye my boyfriend, but really only quite possibly.

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice how the tall man at the other end of the room stands up again and moves to the window with a wrinkled face. The soft light of the small lamp and the dim light of the moon flatter him immensely, whereupon I can't deny myself a longer languishing look.

>>Because I'm easy come, easy go, little high, little low...<<, I continue euphorically, walking back in Sherlock's direction to point out to him something in the corner I just came from. As I'm finishing with this part of the song, the curly-haired man looks up and down to match the beat, which causes me to grin.

Apparently, though, the whole thing is so trivial with my pound that he replies, unnerved, >>I don't care how much I like you, (y/n), but I can't help this catchy song, so don't take it out on me.<<. Now he opens the window and leans out, rather repeating his inspection, only more precisely.

>>But how...?<<, Sherlock quietly asks himself the question after a few moments and seems to be completely in his element again.

In the end, I decide to go searching myself again, while singing the next lines: >>Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter...<<

I've never really been able to stay still when I have a real earworm like this. Without wanting to offend anyone who disagrees, but who can stay still with this masterpiece of a song? Additionally, I'm pretty sure Sherlock likes it too, and that he can approximate the lyrics as well. The Solar System is one thing, but Bohemian Rhapsody? Everybody must know that!

>>Wait! What did you just say?<<, the detective wants to know hastily, as he leans back into the room and approaches me.

>> Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter?<<, I answer him, slightly confused, and brush some lint off his coat, which he must have picked up when he inspected the blood stain.

With a quick jerk, he puts his big warm hands on my cheeks and pulls me into a quick but tender kiss. Slightly perplexed, I raise my eyebrows and try to understand why this happens so suddenly. At the same moment, however, I question this line of questioning, since I'm quite aware that Sherlock does such actions all the time.

>>Exactly that! That's brilliant!<<, he says enthusiastically and turns away from me again before he runs out of the door, seemingly having forgotten all about me. Hastily I hurry him outside and accidentally let the door slam, which was only opened a few minutes ago by a lockpick, so that now everyone in this house probably knows that we are here, or rather that we were. But that is irrelevant now.

In the middle of the street, I come to a halt behind Sherlock, who continues to look around with his chin raised and his face serious. In the hope to be able to follow his trains of thought I look around in vain. Next to the quiet hustle and bustle of this side street, there are almost only the muffled sounds of early morning traffic. Emphasis on early morning. It's half past four, an inhuman time to pull myself out of the warm bed next to him, but what won't one do for the opportunity to force Sherlock to a social event without argument? A promise that's hard to refuse. God, I'd do a lot for that man if he asked me to do something with his puppy eyes.

>>That's it!<<, he says enthusiastically and, seemingly completely out of reflex, puts an arm around my waist as a shiver caused by the cool morning air runs down my spine. His warmth literally lulls me, whereupon I press closer to him and let one of my hands slide into his coat pocket. The still illuminated street lamps give the whole thing an alarming touch of romance, considering that we, or rather probably only he, are just uncovering a murder.

>>What?<<, I ask quietly, still enjoying the moment.

>>I know how Howard Leichester was murdered.<<, he answers proudly, pressing a kiss to my hairline.

>>Perhaps your...warbling...<<, he begins in a casual tone that sounds like that of a little boy who has just done something wrong, but doesn't quite want to admit it yet, so he glosses over it before continuing, >>Perhaps it helped with the case. Just don't think you can do that all the time now!<< His played innocent gaze meanwhile is on everything but me.

I can no longer hold back a giggle and pull his face, which has been turned away from me until now, towards me and before I kiss him I whisper softly, >>Bohemian Rhapsody without mercy and the case is solved.<<

Strictly do not: copy, claim or translate those stories of mine anywhere else

#sherlock holmes x reader #Sherlock fic #sherlock bbc #sherlock holmes #sherlock x reader #sherlock x y/n #sherlock #benedict cumberbatch #Benedict Cumberbatch x y/n #Benedict Cumberbatch x reader #bohemian raphsody #queen #bbc #sherlock fanfiction

[innytoes]

Chaotic prompts! 57 + any combo of the boys!

I’m sorry, I wasn’t catcalling you, I was catcalling my buddy.

Alex wasn't even sure how it started anymore. He was pretty sure Reggie had been trying to boost their confidence, except all his usual pep-talks and 'own your awesomeness' had failed him that day. So he'd resorted to drastic measures.

Drastic measures apparently being cat-calling his bros.

It shouldn't have worked. Except then Bobby had let out the most uncharacteristic giggle, and that had just encouraged him. And then Bobby had started doing it too. And Luke had picked up on it. And listen, Alex was not about to be bested by these nerds.

And now instead of saying hello like normal people, Sunset Curve greeted each other in the worst possible way.

"Damn, baby, you got some fries to go with that shake?" Alex called, waving to Reggie as he was crossing the street.

Except right as he was shouting, this guy was skating by, and instead of making eye-contact with Reggie, he made eye contact with him instead. Oh no. Oh noooo.

His heart flew into his throat when the skater dude stopped, flipping up his board into his hand and pulling off his helmet. Waves and waves of beautiful, glossy hair tumbled down to his shoulders. He was gorgeous. He was radiant. He was frowning.

"Sorry, what?" Skater Guy asked, and oh, Alex was so dead. He was so dead, he was going to get beaten to death with a skateboard for catcalling the wrong person.

"It's just- I mean- I wasn't talking to y- I-" He started stammering.

"Catcalling is severely uncool, dude," the guy said reproachfully, just as Reggie made his way over to them. At least he'd have a witness to his death by skateboard-or-mortification.

"I'm sorry," Alex managed to get out. "I wasn't catcalling you, I was catcalling my buddy."

"It's our thing," Reggie said, leaning into Alex and wrapping a comforting arm around him for a moment, catching him in a side hug. Then he grinned and pulled back dramatically. "Damn son, I like that outfit, it would look even better on my bedroom flooooor." He even added some finger guns, as though Alex wasn't trying to will the earth to swallow him whole.

The cute skater guy blinked, before chuckling. His laugh was really, really cute.

Reggie didn't stop there, though, but kept explaining that is was funnier with Luke, because there were so many bicep and sleeveless jokes they could make, but the real challenge was Bobby, who was the hardest to embarrass. As if on queue, Bobby and Luke rounded the corner, and immediately started wolf whistling.

"Bro are you a parking ticket? Because you have fine written all over you!" Bobby called.

Beside him, the skater guy started laughing harder, and Alex gave into the urge to crouch down and hide his face in his hands.

"Oh dude, you totally got Alex," Luke said, before upping the stakes. "Hey boy, are you Goldilocks, because I've got something here for you that's juuuust right!"

"Kill me now," he said, looking up at the cute boy. Suddenly death by skateboard didn't seem too bad.

The guy bit his lip, mirth dancing in his eyes. That shouldn't be so hot, but it totally was. He leaned down to help Alex up, except then he didn't let go of his hand, instead pulling him closer.

"Did it hurt?" he asked. Alex stammered, too lost in the guy's eyes to give a coherent answer. "When you fell from the vending machine, because you're a snack."

The 'oooohs' of the guys around him ruined the moment they were having, except for how it totally didn't, because hot skater guy started laughing so hard his whole body wiggled, and yeah, Alex was totally gone for this dude. Still, he wasn't about to let himself be bested like that. Instead, he did his best to channel his inner Reggie, and he gave the guy what he hoped was a suave smile.

"Hey baby, is your name Earl Grey?" he asked huskily. "Because you're a hot-tea."

The giggle the guy gave was completely undignified and totally worth all the embarrassment. He tucked his hair behind one ear, revealing a little earring. "My name's Willie," he said, and man, who would have thought catcalling and bad pick-up lines could actually work?

#julie and the phantoms #willex #fanfic #vague polycurve vibes as well #alex mercer #reggie peters #willie throckmorton #I wrote a thing #just guys being dudes #catcalling the homies #this devolved into bad pickup lines because most examples of catcalling are just creepy and not funny

[bthump]

Hi! I’ve just finished the manga recently, and i dug up your blog at 1am bc i was soooo into your analyses! The thing is, the latest chapters are so confusing to me, can you share some thoughts on that? Why do you think Griffith kidnapped Casca? It must be the fetus but, still. Why did he cry? Or what do you think Guts is thinking? Looking forward to your reply!

Oh my god, I think I completely missed this ask somehow, I'm sorry! I hope you see this even though it's been like a month lol.

Yeah I also find the latest chapters a little confusing, probably in part due to the new team taking over and finding their feet.

I'm going on the assumption that Griffith kidnapped Casca to keep the moonboy from wandering off when he transforms into it once a month lol, but I assume we'll find out for sure eventually. It seems like a reasonable theory for now.

I think he cried because he's feeling his own feelings. Possibly his feelings are stronger shortly after transforming back from Moonbaby, as he implies in his dialogue ("That, too, will soon disappear...") but I definitely believe his feelings are his own, and not residual feelings from Moonbaby. I mean first of all, logically, Moonbaby is happy while playing with Guts and Casca, but Griffith is crying out of a sense of "nostalgia." But also more significantly, the story just doesn't work nearly as well if Griffith's feelings really are gone and now he's feeling baby feelings instead, which just happen to mimic the feelings that have been driving the story along for 371 chapters now.

Guts seems to be pretty focused on feeling betrayed by his sword right now lol. This is probably the hardest question to answer for me, mostly because Miura is no longer writing it, so we don't get the emotional nuances he's always been amazing at. I'm sure if he was writing the last few chapters Guts' emotional state would be incredibly interesting and rewarding to delve into and try to analyze. But what we got was Guts in single-minded attack-mode, followed by Guts despairing over failing to hurt Griffith, and feeling betrayed by his sword.

Which is fine, I guess, if kind of silly in the way its been depicted so far lol. It's potentially interesting that he didn't lose himself to the armour while fighting Griffith for some reason - you'd think he would have, considering how one-dimensional his rage seemed to be in that scene, but maybe Griffith making Guts forget his "urge to kill," could factor in there? I'd like to think that if Miura was still writing the story Guts' rage would have a greater sense of emotional complexity to it, after all, like during the Hill of Swords confrontation.

And as for his feelings about his sword, I think that's meant to signify his self-doubt, given the way he views his sword as an intrinsic part of him (and the way he always reroutes more difficult feelings into simpler ones). Guts freaking out over his sword is Guts freaking out over his own abilities - physical, and maybe mental/emotional too, especially if the lack of berserk armour is a factor.

I think that at this point it seems likely that the armour is going to take over in the next few chapters, based largely on the way Guts' little emotional spiral on the boat features metaphorical breaking chains and a potential visual parallel to Griffith's transformation:

Thanks for the ask, and sorry it took so long lol.

#my ask box is kind of messy lol bc I never delete asks so if i answer an ask by c/ping it into another post #or if someone sends one twice or whatever the remainders kinda clog it up #and it can be v hard to remember what i've answered and what i haven't #ask #anonymous #a #b #chapter 371 #theme: speculation

[canonically-a-genloser]

Ranboo x gn! reader w/social anxiety (oneshot)

AN: this is why I don't go outside :D

Tw: social anxiety, anxiety tics, crying, overstimulation(?) pretty sure that's what happens but yeah

Ranboo had been trying his hardest to make sure you were comfortable with coming to this little party with him. He knew how anxious you could get sometimes about your appearance, and even just the sheer amount of people in such close proximity to you had caused problems in the past, and he'd wanted to avoid that.

That had just gone amazing, he thought sarcastically as he realized how long it'd been since he'd seen you.

His eyes scanned the crowd for you, and he muttered a curse under his breath when you were nowhere to be found.

He made up an excuse to get away from some people trying to start a conversation with him and made a mental note to apologize later.

He called your name for three minutes at least, but to no avail. The music was so loud it alone could have made you nervous, he knew.

Ranboo looked around the room, searching for any possible place he hadn't already looked for you. Finally, there you were, looking lost as he'd ever seen you and shaking like a leaf.

Ranboo ran to you as fast as he could.

"Hey, hey, hey, (Y/N), shh. I've got you, okay? I'm gonna take your hand like this," he said as he wrapped his hand around yours. "Is this okay?"

He waited for your affirmative nod before continuing.

"Okay then. I'm gonna get you out of here so we can breathe a little. You're doing amazing already, okay? I've got you now," he said as he led you out of the overwhelming room. He didn't stop talking, hoping you'd focus on his voice and slowing your breathing down instead of the surrounding noise.

After what seemed like forever, you had found a quiet place to calm down, and he sat down with you on some random chairs that had been laying around nearby.

"Okay, (Y/N). I'm gonna do some counting and breathing, okay? Try and do it with me. We're gonna breathe in for three seconds." He did so, quietly counting out the "one, two, three".

"Keep that air in you for four seconds now, okay?" He counted it out for you again.

"Now out for five. You're doing really well, okay? You're doing amazing and we just started. Look at you go." He offered a reassuring smile, then helped you do the exercise a few more times. You could feel yourself relaxing too, and you were slowly able to count with him and then complete the breathing exercise on your own over the course of several minutes.

"See? There we go," he said softly. "You did so great. How're you feeling now?"

"Tired," you admitted.

He nodded. "That's normal. We can go. There's a door right this way so we don't need to go back through the loud section again, okay?"

"Ran-"

"Don't worry about anything now," he said. He'd seen the worry slightly return to your face and he wanted to stop it before you got anxious again.

The ride home was almost completely quiet. Every few minutes, he would ask if you were still okay, and he didn't let go of your hand the whole time.

It wasn't until you were both settled on the couch and ready to watch your favorite show together that you said something.

"Ran, I'm sorry for ruining the night, I know we were gonna stay the whole time and you were having a good time with your friends-"

All thoughts of the show forgotten, he took your hand and interrupted your train of thought before you could finish.

"No, no, no, hey. That wasn't your fault. You do know that, right?"

You paused, then looked at the floor, tears welling up that you didn't want him to see.

"I don't mind. If you were that anxious, we should've had you home anyway. You would have done the same for me, right?"

You nodded quickly, looking back up at him.

"Then why wouldn't I do it for you?"

In response, you put your head on his shoulder and let your tears fall. He put his arms around you and rubbed your back gently.

"I'm never gonna let that happen again if I can stop it," he assured you. "I've got you now. You're safe, I promise."

Neither of you moved for a long time. When your breathing finally evened out and he knew you were asleep, he slowly carried you to bed, then turned to lay beside you.

"Goodnight, (Y/N)," he whispered sleepily. "Sweet dreams."

OKAY SO YEAH I think I'm just gonna throw this out there and see how it does, it's really rough but like whatever I guess XD I'm about to hit 30 followers so thank you guys for that :D I'm thinking about doing an event or something if we hit 50 followers as well! So yeah, hope you enjoyed :D See you guys for the next fic and feel free to send in requests, I'm low on ideas 😂

#ranboo x y/n

[pregnantsecondo]

random bushmed idea

Medic walks in on Sniper playing with his doves and talking to them in a baby voice

Medic thinks it's adorable and Sniper is mildly embarrassed

that is all, hammy out

Ok gonna write it.

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

Sniper hated sneaking around, especially a round Medic. He figured that there was a good amount of trust between them, and even though it was for a perfectly normal reason, he still felt like he was betraying him, in some weird way.

If Sniper had his way, he wouldn't even be sneaking around at all but...

Well, he had to make a good impression on Medic's birds.

It was stupid, he thought, nearly every time he snuck into the room where Medic put their coop. He was a grown adult, and here he was, trying to win over a bunch of pretty little doves only so their owner might like him more.

That wasn't entirely true, though. It started off as that in the beginning, but now Sniper really saw why Medic loved the little things. They were cute, and if you were the right person, they were very sweet.

Around his third trip, they would even land on his shoulders and give him what he called "kisses". Really it was just small little pecks, but Sniper thought it was sweet.

He had even taken to giving them little nicknames. He knew who Archimedes was, nearly everyone on the base did, but the other ones he wasn't so sure about.

He'd call them all sorts of sweet names. Love, sweetheart, doll, you name it. Around his fifth trip, they had even taken to coming when he called, and wasn't that an improvement?

One night, when Sniper knew that Medic would be occupied elsewhere, he snuck in again, for the final time (though he did not know it would be his final time).

There wasn't any sort of plan really, he just wanted to pop in before he went to bed and say goodnight. He'd been lacking on visits since he and Medic spent more time together.

The doves seemed to love his sudden visit! As soon as he opened the door, they all broke out into sweet coos and flew to greet Sniper at the door.

"Hang on, now." He said softly, so as not to wake any birds that may be sleeping.

Archimedes watched down from the largest perch, and cooed loudly, as if to ask Sniper what had taken him so long.

"I know, I know." He said, scratching the head of a dove he liked to call Sweet Pea, "I'm sorry I left you all so long."

A few flew to rest atop his hat, and Sniper chuckled. He'd be lucky if all they got on him was a few feathers.

"Aw, don't be so glum, I'm here now."

He walked around the coop to greet every bird, handing out treats that he had bought the last time they were allowed to go to the store. They all seemed to like it, which made Sniper very happy.

After an hour of petting the birds and talking to them, Sniper knew he had to leave. He had already spent forty extra minutes with them, and he didn't know when Medic would be back.

"I'm sorry, little ones." He said, putting a young dove he had called Pumpkin back into her spot in the coop, "I don't want to leave, but I have to.."

They all stared up at him with black beady eyes that seemed to bed him to stay.

This was the hardest part, Sniper decided.

"I gotta go, darlings." He said sadly, giving Archimedes his last treat, "Be good while I'm gone, okay?" Some cooed in response, and Sniper took this chance to leave.

He turned away, ready to sulk back to his van, when suddenly he came face to face with Medic.

"Hello, Sniper." He said, grinning from ear to ear.

Sniper felt his face heat up, and he began stammering, trying to explain why he was there.

Medic chuckled, stopping Sniper in his tracks.

"You cannot possibly believe that I would be upset at you?"

"But...I went behind your back, and-"

"What you have been doing is visiting my birds, talking to them in a high voice and giving them treats and pets and your time. I don't see why this is an issue."

"I haven't been baby talking them!" Sniper argued, though he had been just a second ago.

"Well, isn't this adorable! You're flustered because I caught you being sweet on my precious pets." Medic reached up and plucked a few fallen feathers from Sniper's hat, before reaching to cup Sniper's face.

"It's very cute, how you care for them. I like this soft side of you." He leaned forward and pressed his lips against Sniper's, before retreating and stepping around him to greet his birds.

Sniper soundlessly watched as Medic set out food and water for them, cleaning their coop as he went along.

After a minute or so, Medic turned around, eyebrow raised and his hands on his hip, "Well? Are you going to help or just watch?"

This spurred Sniper into action, and together, they got the doves' home cleaned for the next day.

#asks #hamuletta #mutual my dearly beloved #bush medicine #my writing #lol

[vanillahub]

☄❀✂❦

@honorhunt

the salty af munday meme [Accepting]

☄ Have you ever been in the middle of drama?

// In all of my years RPing here, I've managed to avoid big dramas for the most part! Thank fuck.

So, the one that did involve was mainly due to misunderstandings, from another person. This happened about 4-5 years ago, and the person in question has come clean and apologised for jumping the gun, the way they did. It's all good between us, but the incident in question has kinda of stuck in my mind.

Essentially I had responded to one of those unpopular opinions memes, and this person's former friend looked @ my post and went straight to this person, try to push the idea I was somehow vagueposting about them and their muse. And they believed their so-called friend in question.

Which I really wasn't..... At all. Things escalated for like an hour, thankfully it all ended within that night, and next to nothing hit the public dashboards. But it was still seen as an odd incident, because other rpers who knew this person better, found their reaction to my post odd (they could tell my post wasn't a jab at all at them). Then about an year later, I was reached out by this person and we both cleared things up.

read more bc iT GETS LONG LMAO

❀ What has made you completely lose your chill?

// SEE, I'm SO confrontational avoidant, it is really difficult for me to pop off in the instant something is happening. I may grow angry and develop resentment, but that only happens after the matter.

So, looking back on some of my shit experiences. I'll have to say that it for sure was back when, I had to deal with ppl who loved cherrypicking everything I said, and distort beyond belief what I was trying to communicate. I don't hide the fact I'm not native in English, and I try my HARDEST to be as clear and straightforward as possible.

BUT THAT DIDN'T STOP TO ATTRACT PEOPLE, who cannot have a rational and level-headed discussion, and have to resort to low moves with me. Why bother coming up with arguments and yknow, keep it within the realm of things we are discussing. When you can just start acting as if, you can't understand a single sentence I write?

Yes gringos, show us how you guys simply cannot communicate with us, because we may have made a small grammar mistake while talking to you in an informal setting like Discord DMs. Just make it all about the semantics, that's such a big brain move. Only native english speakers can do this, we are the pleb and must be thankful, you guys even talk to us foreigners at all. This has unfortunately happened more than once with me, and let me tell you: this shit can get under my skin so FAST. It happened with my writing, and it has happened with some of my muses portrayals as well.

I'm being clear with my statements, but people CHOOSE to misinterpret to suit their views of me. I have always been clear about what my muses are about, but people CHOOSE to run with whatever they want to believe.

✂ A fandom that you feel isn't open and accepting?

// I've been through a handful of Fandoms around here, and I'm going to say it. The RPC that's the worst one, in being the most newcommer unfriendly. That would be League of Legends. Things were already pretty bad, back when I was into it and part of that RPC. And by the looks of it, it only got progressively worse. The Arcane show, only added to that toxicity according to some of my folks, who are still in touch with that series one way or another.

You just don't hear a lot from it now, bc now there is competition for the prize of "the most toxic online community".

❦ Has someone been jealous of you?

// There could have been, and at the same time no one may have felt like that about me. Either way, I really don't care about it, I'm not dying to find that one out. And honestly? That's entirely a their problem.

I genuinely have better things to do in my day. I pity anyone who develops jealousy of others, over tumblr RP of all things.

#[ rambles ] #thank you for the ask! #honorhunt