#anyways this is such a tiny annoyance but I am very annoyed

[autisticlancemcclain]

There’s an unfamiliar Blade staring at him. And yeah, that’s a pretty hard case to make with the masks and uniforms and everything. How do you know they’re unfamiliar? How do you know they’re staring at you?

Well, Keith knows they’re staring at him because they’re not even attempting to hide it and it’s been something like ten minutes, and they’re unfamiliar because — well. By Galran standards, they’re short as shit, and Keith makes a point of being familiar with every other short Blade on this base, because of Short King Solidarity.

Shut up. It’s important.

Point is that there is a random stranger staring at him for no reason in the barracks, and it is annoying. Finally, Keith decides that if they’re not going to say something, he is, so he holds his hands up in the universal ‘what the shit do you want, pal?’ position.

It works. The unfamiliar Blade beckons him forward. As soon as Keith gets close to them, they turn and start striding out of the room, and Keith has to jog to keep up (because even though they’re short, for a Galra, the have legs for days, Jesus).

They lead him around dozens of twisting hallways, speeding up whenever Keith gets close. It does not occur to Keith that they might be a murderer until about 10 minutes into their chase. But by then he’s put too much effort into the whole ordeal to just walk away, so he keeps one hand on his blade and mostly just hopes for the best.

They’re pretty lanky, anyway. Keith could probably take them.

Finally, the Blade stops in front of one of the small hangar doors, slapping their palm to the lockpad. This gives Keith just enough time to catch up, so he reaches out to stop them with a hand on the elbow.

“Dude, where are you taking me —”

The Blade makes a frantic cutting motion at their neck, clearly telling him to shut the fuck up. Keith raises his eyebrows.

Well, now. Colour him intrigued.

They duck into the hangar as soon as the doors open, leading him by the hand to a small pod. They key in the code to open the door, and attempt to tug Keith inside.

That’s when Keith decides enough is enough.

“Yeah, no, man. I’m not getting into a tiny pod with someone who’s been nothing but suspicious since I saw them. Sure, I was being a bit of a dumbass when I decided to follow you, but I think this is a great place to draw the line.”

The Blade makes a pleading face. Well, as pleading as they can be with their mask on.

Keith shakes his head, crossing his arms stubbornly.

The Blade sighs, hanging their head in resignation. They peek out of the pod, checking the area — for what? Other Blades? Cameras? Monsters? — and then take a deep breath, before pressing the button on their neck for deactivating their mask.

And, well. Keith can safely say this is not what he expected.

“Lan —”

“Will you shut the fuck up,” Lance hisses, grabbing Keith by the arm and yanking him in the pod, shutting the door behind him. Keith doesn’t put up a fight, too busy staring at Lance with his jaw dropped to the floor.

The longer Keith stares, the more nervous Lance gets. The previous annoyance vanishes from his expression, leaving him biting his lip with his brow furrowed.

“Please say something,” he begs.

Keith snaps his jaw shut. “Okay. I’ll start simple.” He clasps his hands together and presses them to his lips, inhaling sharply. “What the fresh, genuine, actual fuck are you doing here? In a Blade uniform? Acting suspicious as hell?”

“You know the security breach?” Lance blurts.

“Yeah,” Keith says slowly, trying to figure out how that has anything to do with this. “What about it?”

“I am the security breach.”

Once, when he was very young, Keith was fucking around in the desert and he came across what he was sure was a chicken egg, sitting randomly under a bush. Since he was literally eight years old, his brilliant idea had been to bring the chicken egg home, incubate it, and have his very own pet chicken. Since his Pa was not one to stop his brilliant ideas, this was allowed, so Keith nurtured that egg with all the concentration his tiny self could produce. Several months later, it hatched.

It was a snake.

The level of shocked bewilderment Keith felt then is about equivalent to what he’s feeling right now.

“I’m sorry. I think I just hallucinated. Try again?”

“I’m serious,” Lance insists. “I’m Akira Romanoff. I’m the security breach.”

Bizarrely, in between the panicked shouts of ‘oh my god I’m going to have to become the red paladin again because Voltron is going to be down a man after Lance is executed’ in his head, Keith has the thought that Lance looks exactly like Flynn Rider did when Rapunzel healed his hand — same freaked-out expression, down to the slightly puffed cheeks. He wonders vaguely if that’s a practiced expression.

“Okay,” Keith says slowly. “I have no idea how to respond to that. Please start from the beginning.”

“It was never meant to go this far,” Lance says instead, because he’s apparently incapable of following instructions. “I just meant to do small missions, you know? Tiny things. Unnoticed things. But then it spiralled and I panicked and —”

“Lance,” Keith interrupts, putting firm hands on the paladin’s shoulders. “Shut the fuck up and start from the actual beginning.”

“Those are very contradicting instructions,” Lance says faintly.

“Jesus H Christ,” Keith says.

“Okay!” Lance says. “Okay.” He takes a deep breath. “Shiro’s been — weird.” He side eyes Keith as he says it, as if he’s afraid Keith’s going to get mad at him.

“Go on,” Keith says, and reassuringly as he can.

“Right. He’s been kind of horrible, actually. He gets a lot of mood swings, which I understand, but he sort of takes them out on me? And only me? Like, he screams at me, Keith. All the time. Proper screaming, too, in my face and everything. It’s pretty awful.”

Keith blinks. “Shiro? Yelling?”

“I know it’s hard to believe and it sounds like I’m lying but I’m not I promise I’m telling you the truth, and I know I deserve it and say stupid things sometimes but not everything I say is stupid but he yells at me anyway and I know I shouldn’t complain because I never had to go through what he went through but it is kind of unbearable and it also feels pretty targeted which sucks and I know he was never my biggest fan but it sucks knowing that he hates me now and I don’t know what I did and —”

“Breathe, Lance,” Keith says, squeezing his shoulders. “Holy shit.”

Lance takes a huge, gasping breath. Once the air has returned to his lungs, he looks back at Keith, brown eyes wide and imploring. “I didn’t mean for it to go this far,” he insists again. “But — Shiro kept excluding me from missions. I just wanted to be useful again. And the Blade uniform is so easy to replicate, and I already knew all the passwords and stuff —”

“You infiltrated the Blade to do missions?”

Lance bites his lip. “Yeah. It’s — I like it. It’s kind of fun. And validating.”

Keith gets the validating part. There’s a deep sense of satisfaction that blooms in his chest every time he comes back from a successful mission, almost deep enough that it hides the loneliness. Blade missions definitely make you feel like you’re making a difference.

But fun?

“How the hell are you having fun?”

A leering smirk spreads across Lance’s face — finally, a familiar expression. Keith has seen that dumbass face right before Lance spills the cheesiest line ever to be uttered to some poor, unsuspecting attractive person, or right before he makes a ‘that’s what she said’ joke. God, Keith fucking hates that dumbass face.

He’s never been happier to see it.

“You wanna know why I chose Romanoff as my fake last name?” Lance asks, voice pitched low.

Keith would love to say no, just to throw him off his game. But he’s curious, unfortunately.

“Why?”

“Because I’m the Black Widow now, baby. I get my targets, I seduce ‘em, I handle ‘em, and I’m out before they see me. And that is fun.”

Keith flushes slightly, rolling his eyes and shoving Lance’s face away. “Okay, okay, Casanova. Cool it.”

Lance, unaffected, snickers. But quickly the mirth fades from his expression, and fades back into something worried, fearful.

“If the Blade thinks Voltron is spying on them it will crack the Coalition in half,” he says quietly. He chews his lip, staring at the floor. “I didn’t — I wasn’t thinking that far ahead, I guess. Or maybe I didn’t think I would get caught. I didn’t mean to do any big missions. I didn’t mean to be some big — thing.”

Keith swallows. “I know.”

He wonders whose side he would be expected to stand on, if it came to that. If the tentative trust between the Blades and Voltron cracked forever, if Voltron wasn’t the way he left it, if Shiro wasn’t there to call him home. He meets Lance’s eyes again and his dark eyes are watery, torn and guilty and sad. Keith’s heart lurches with his own guilt, and something heavy and fierce like longing, like I-missed-you and I’m-sorry-I-wasn’t-there all at once.

“I didn’t know who else to turn to,” he admits, softer. “I trust you. I’m sorry.”

He looks hunched and unsure of himself and he says I didn’t know who else to turn to I’m sorry and Keith hears There are five lions and six paladins, you do the math. And he knows he ran then and it fixed things but this time Lance is doing the running, this time Lance is the one who is looking between Voltron and other and doesn’t know what to do, and suddenly Keith’s choice is clear as day and the words come to him easily, without struggle.

“Alright, Sharpshooter,” he says, spine straight and voice firm. “Let’s go. Tell me the plan on the way out.”

Lance grins, wide and bright and beautiful, and the loneliness and fear evaporates in Keith’s chest.

———

part one

#AND SO IT BEGINS #vld #voltron #lance #lance mcclain #keith #keith kogane #klance #pre klance #short king keith #blade keith #blade lance #red paladin lance #bamf lance #clone shiro #my writing #fic fragment #longpost #i cannot believe i forgot to tag brown eyed lance i am ashamed of myself #brown-eyed lance #brown eyed lance

[exo-xexo]

Starflare

Author Note: Hello @dreamylittlesugarcube! I am your secret Santa this year! I hope you like this little story! (Also, if you would like me to write a little prequel for you, I totally wouldn't mind. This little note will hopefully make sense once you read the story). I really hope you enjoy it, happy holidays! @exols-silver-christmas

WC: 3,016

Characters: Do Kyungsoo, Reader

You don't really know what Kyungsoo has planned. He sent you a series of text messages last week and then went radio silent. You're mad at yourself that you didn't notice it had been a week since his previous message. Work had been crazy lately, especially with the end of the year just around the corner. You kicked off your shoes and entered your house. Today had been such a long day. The thought of food didn't even appeal to you right now as you dragged your feet across the carpet and collapsed on your couch. You draped your arm over your eyes; a nap sounded really good right now. Whatever Kyungsoo has planned can wait.

Just as you were about to fall asleep, a knock at your door caught your attention. Turning on your phone, you looked at the door confusedly to see if there was another knock.

Sure enough, another knock pounded on the other side of the wooden door. You live alone, and it's pretty late in the day. No one texted you that they were coming over, and you don't remember agreeing to have company over tonight. Dumbfounded, you stood up and quietly walked over to the door. Looking through the peephole, you sighed.

Kyungsoo is on the other side of the door.

Opening the door, you give him the best-annoyed expression you can manage.

"Are you ready to go?" Kyungsoo asked, ignoring your clear annoyance.

"Hello to you too, Do Kyungsoo. Where am I supposed to get ready to go?" You asked, leaning against the doorway. Now it's Kyungsoo's turn to be confused. He whipped out his phone and scrolled through it.

"Ah, what a shame. My message wasn't sent. Well, anyway, go back a bag." Kyungsoo let himself into your tiny home.

"Hang on, mysterious stranger. Why am I packing my back?" You closed the door behind him.

"We're going on a trip! I remembered that you said you have this next week off. So, I planned a fun trip for us." Kyungsoo kicked off his boots and walked over to the same spot you occupied on the couch. You watched as he made himself comfortable. You thought about his response for a moment. Kyungsoo's right; you do have this next week off. You weren't really planning on doing anything special. You might have cleaned a bit on your week off but didn't have your heart set on it.

You moved to your bedroom and grabbed a small suitcase. You started to pack it with enough clothes for the whole week. You weren't sure how long you would be gone since Kyungsoo was purposefully vague. It's colder than you like it to be, so you make sure to pack some warmer clothes. Since Kyungsoo said you two are going on a trip, you grab your food journal and put it in your little backpack. This food journal has a leather binding with a charming custom design on the front and back covers. It's the first present you ever got from Kyungsoo.

 The two of you bonded at a new restaurant in Seoul. The whole concept of the restaurant was to match you up with a stranger and have dinner with them. Before you went, you had no idea what you were getting into. Your friends had planned it all very well. They would ask you random questions throughout the month that had seemed random. They then put in a profile for you at this new restaurant. They told you that all of you were going out for a night out, and they had sent the cost to everyone in the group chat. You paid for it without worrying; honestly, you thought the five of you were going to a carnival or something. Without their intervention, you would never have given the restaurant a chance. The whole concept of being a blind date filtered by the restaurant just seemed so weird.

When you arrived at the restaurant, you were convinced your friends stood you up. However, they all showed up late. You weren't expecting to be separated from them as you were led to a different table. They had sat you down at a table with a piece of frosted glass between you and the other patron. At first, you didn't say anything. You just wanted to eat the food that you already paid for. This restaurant was costly.

When the first course came out, a filet with a small side of pea puree and ridiculously small dots of a red sauce, the man on the other side of the table began to criticize how the meat was cooked. When you cut into your steak, you notice the man was right. You then heard him laugh at the amount of sauce placed on your plates. After about three dishes that weren't up to his or your standards, you joined in with him. The two of you had a great time, and at the end of the night, the Chef came out to meet with everyone and ask about their experiences. When he got to you two, he held two bags. 

Apparently, the two of you had both been dragged to the restaurant by your friends, and the Chef was told that you two needed to find a common interest to bond over. The Chef gave you both bags that held the real dishes of the night to take home with you. The Chef had purposefully cooked poorly on your dishes to get you two to open up to each other. When the meal finally ended, all of you could stand up and meet the person you had dinner with face to face. The meal itself went so well that Kyungsoo asked for your number. You don't usually give your phone number to strange men, but that was the point of the whole dinner. So, you gave him your number. It only took a few days for him to call. When he did, he asked you to go to a normal restaurant on another date. After the way you two met, how could you turn down dinner at a normal restaurant?

It was an extraordinary experience that made the two of you become friends. Then, the two of you were hanging out together whenever you could, and today, apparently, that means you're going on a sudden trip. Once packed up, you rolled your little suitcase to the living room. When you walked back in, Kyungsoo wasn't paying attention to you, so you cleared your throat to get his attention. Kyungsoo stood up and grabbed your suitcase from you.

"Are you ready to head out?" Kyungsoo asked.

"As ready as I'll ever be, are you going to tell me where we're going?" You asked as you pulled on your shoes again.

"Nope, it'll be a surprise." Kyungsoo opened your front door and waited for you to follow him. You shut off the lights and locked the door behind you.

"Really? You're not going to tell me anything?" You asked. Kyungsoo shook his head stubbornly and put your little suitcase in the backseat of his car.

"Hop in and trust me a little, would you?" Kyungsoo closed the back door and got into the driver's seat. You stood outside the car momentarily; what's the worst thing that could happen? So, you hopped into the passenger seat.

"Alright, let's go have an adventure." Kyungsoo smiled at you and pulled off. You thought he might take you to the lovely hotel you like on the other side of Seoul. That thought soon changed when Kyungsoo got on the street to go to his house. Once there, he parked in his driveway and took out both suitcases.

"The secret place is your house?" Not that you're complaining; his home is pretty awesome. He's got his own wine room and a lovely kitchen set.

"No, my home is closer to the subway we need. We need to get over to the train station. Our train leaves in an hour." Kyungsoo locked up his car and started walking down the street to the subway entrance. Kyungsoo is lucky you trust him. An hour later, you ran to your departing train as fast as possible. Luckily, you got there on time.

"Alright, now that we're all settled in, why don't you rest your eyes? We'll be on here for almost two hours." Kyungsoo said as he settled in right beside you.

"Or you can tell me what we're doing? Or even where we're going?" You made yourself comfortable and looked at him.

"No can do! It's a surprise. I'm sure you'll get it once we get there." Kyungsoo pulled a book out of his backpack and flipped the pages open. You rolled your eyes and leaned against the window. A little nap wouldn't hurt anyone.

"Hey, we're at our first stop. It's time to wake up." Kyungsoo informed you quietly.

"Okay? Where is here?" You asked back quietly as you got reacquainted with the world.

"The train stop." You had to hold yourself back from smacking him. You decided to stop trying and follow his lead. You grabbed your backpacks and your little suitcases to head off the train.

"Thankfully, our destination is just ahead," Kyungsoo commented once you exited the streets.

"Yongin?" You looked around; it's been a while since you've visited Yongin. They have some fantastic restaurants here; you're delighted you grabbed your food journal for this trip.

"Yeah! Wait until you see where we're staying; you'll love it!" Kyungsoo smiled back at you as he grabbed your hand. The two of you looked around as you walked another five minutes from the train station.

"I wanted to come back here; I just couldn't find the time-" You cut yourself off as you noticed the hotel just down the road. It's a hotel with a fantastic restaurant inside.

"Let's go check into our room, and then we can head down for our reservation," Kyungsoo suggested as he moved forward. You pulled him to a stop.

"Kyungsoo, this hotel is costly. I can't even imagine what they charge for food here." Part of you wanted to scold Kyungsoo for spending money on the hotel, let alone going to the restaurant.

"It's okay. You don't have to worry too much. I saved up enough for both. This is a gift, so don't go planning on how to pay me back. This is your holiday, and it will be a great one." Kyungsoo pulled you closer to him and started walking both of you to the hotel.

Of course, the lobby is completely decked out for the holiday. The CEO spared no visible expense on the decorations. Kyungsoo went to talk to the hotel receptionist, and you decided to look around. It looked just like a hotel from the movies, with giant chandeliers hanging from the ceiling; the bulbs almost looked like they were in the shape of snowflakes. There's gold plating everywhere, from the buttons on the couches to the bottom of the walls. There was a massive fireplace in the middle of the room that didn't actually have a fire in it. Once you got closer, it became clear that it was one of those fancy televisions on top and then a heater on the bottom to create the illusion that there was actual fire.

Kyungsoo called your name and waved around the key to your room. He must be eager to get into the restaurant. Last you heard the waitlist was out for a couple of months. Your room matched the lobby in terms of coloring. Gold plating is all around the granite countertops and on the handles of the dressers. Complementary chocolate sat on both of your pillows. Curiously, you opened up the cabinet next to the small refrigerator. There's a small jar in the shape of a bear, and inside it are gummy bears. Since this is your holiday and it's supposed to be a great time, you're taking the gummy bears. Kyungsoo walked into the main room and looked at you curiously. You looked back at him and, without blinking, dropped the jar of gummy bears into your backpack.

"You know when you leave, you'll have to pay for those, right?" Kyungsoo asks. You laughed at him and shook your head. Walking straight up to him, you patted Kyungsoo on his lapel.

"No, Sir. You will pay for those when we leave because I am on holiday." You said with a smile. You could see the cogwheels turning in Kyungsoo's head before he caught on.

"Since it is your holiday, you can have the bear jar." He rolled his eyes at you. Kyungsoo quickly got into a fancier attire for dinner.

"I didn't bring anything fancy with me." You put your suitcase on the bed and look through your outfits to see if anything fits fancy.

"It doesn't matter what you wear because you'd outdress the whole restaurant in just your pajamas." The confidence Kyungsoo has in you astonishes you sometimes. Once he's in his suit, he comes out to help you pick an outfit. The two of you agreed on a nice black top and slacks.

"Okay, get dressed. We'll have to be on the elevator in ten minutes." Kyungsoo informed you while looking at his watch.

"It won't take me ten minutes to get ready." You hated the stereotype that it takes women forever to get dressed up. Sometimes you need the extra time, and sometimes you don't. It really depends on the occasion.

At least, that's what you thought. It took around ten minutes to put together the perfect look. You and Kyungsoo headed to the elevator, and he pressed the button labeled 'R' on the bottom. When the elevator opened again, you were in a dark hallway. The dark hallway opened to a beautiful room with lights on the ceiling that mimicked the stars in the sky. A hostess smiled at the two of you and greeted you happily.

"Welcome to 'Starflare'. Do you have a reservation with us, or would you like to make one?" Obviously, with how you two are dressed, you are here to eat. You also know she needs to ask anyway because sometimes people just show up when they're not supposed to.

"We are here for our reservation. It's under Do Kyungsoo," It didn't take the hostess to find his name. Then, you find yourself following her. She led you through the restaurant to a lovely table in the back. On the table was a centerpiece of Stargazer Lilies and a few white tulips to make the lilies pop.

"How did they know I like Lilies and Tulips?" You asked Kyungsoo as the two of you sat down.

"I have no idea. I heard this place is pretty magical, though. Maybe that has something to do with it?" Kyungsoo shrugged his shoulders with a smile. The hostess handed you some menus and promised to return with your drinks shortly.

"How did you get a reservation here? I thought they were months out?" You asked, putting the menu aside.

"They are I called a few months ago and placed the reservation." Kyungsoo also put the menu aside.

"I figured we could let the chef surprise us for dinner tonight; what do you think?" Kyungsoo asked and then thanked the hostess for coming back with your drinks.

"That sounds fun, let's do that." It would do your heart good to not look at the menu for too long. The waitress came by to collect the menus and take your order. She was pleasantly surprised to hear you wanted the Chef to decide your course for the night. If Kyungsoo trusts this Chef, then so do you.

"Brought me out here just to eat, huh?" You asked as you took a sip of your drink.

"Well, it is your holiday. I wanted to make it nice and relaxing. You can't be stressed while eating a good meal." Kyungsoo reached across the table to hold your hand.

Not long after, your first course was brought out. A filet with a small pea puree side and ridiculously small red sauce dots were on the plate in a particular 'fancy' pattern. You looked at the plate confusedly, then at Kyungsoo. On the other hand, Kyungsoo looked totally amused. The Chef came to the table after the food had been set down. It was the Chef from that strange blind date restaurant.

"Welcome! I thought you two might appreciate a call back to your first date at one of my restaurants." The Chef laughed as he patted Kyungsoo on the back.

"We'll eat this for now, but you better have some amazing stuff back there!" Kyungsoo stood up and shook the man's hand.

"You two won't know what hit you!" The Chef promised; he nodded at you and then turned away to return to the kitchen.

"Let's try some real food from this guy. I've heard he's a great matchmaker in the kitchen." Kyungsoo said as he sat down with a big smile on his face. Suddenly, the night became a lot more interesting.

"So, this is the trip?" You asked curiously.

"All week, you get to try some amazing dishes and put them in your journal, hopefully alongside some pictures to capture this wonderful holiday we're going to have." Kyungsoo sat up straight, obviously proud of himself. You look at the plate of mediocre food before you and then smile at Kyungsoo.

“This time the food will actually be good. I was promised by the Chef.” Kyungsoo informed with as he cut into his own steak.

"Ah, what the hell? It better get better than this." You joked as you cut into your steak. Just like the one from months before, it was a little overcooked. With Kyungsoo by your side, you're not worried. This will be an excellent and fulfilling week. Kyungsoo reached over to hold your hand as you began the first of many dishes. There’s nowhere you’d rather be with him, just like it started.

#exol secret santa #exols-silver-christmas #Merry Christmas! #Happy Holidays! #Do Kyungsoo #EXO

[waratah-moon]

Permanent

Violet returns to Hogwarts after winter break to find out Sirius has done something very stupid. Masterlist.

Pairing: Sirius Black x Violet Evans (fem Evans!OC), established relationship.

Warnings: Violet gets annoyed, implied sexual content if you squint, not beta read (lemme know if there are glaring errors)

1978, January, beginning of second term

“Hey princess,” Sirius grabbed his girlfriend’s hips, pulling her into a kiss.

“Hi,” Violet said, grinning. “I missed you.” Her hands slid into the back pockets of his jeans; he always waited until the last possible minute to put on his robes.

"It hasn't even been a week since your sister's wedding," he tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. "That being said, I've missed you too. Like crazy, ma chérie."

He leant in for another kiss when the Hogwarts Express blew its horn, signaling the last chance for students to board. “Worst timing, hey?” Violet laughed, pulling apart from Sirius. “I've got to meet with the other prefects, but I'll come find you, okay?" She pecked his lips before taking off to the front carriage.

-

After an utterly pointless prefect meeting that had been sidetracked more than once by James (much to the annoyance of Lily), Violet and Remus made their way to a carriage at the end of the train where they found Sirius, Peter, Marlene and Mary.

After catching up on holiday news, Sirius, ever so predictably, turned the conversation on to himself.

“Vi, I have something to show you,” Sirius grinned, unbuttoning a couple more buttons from his shirt.

“Ugh,” Marlene groaned, “do you have to do that here?”

“Relax, it’s a new tattoo.” He pulled the his shirt collar down to reveal a flower tattooed on his chest, right above his heart. “Get it?”

“Is that a… a violet?” Violet’s eyes widened as she took in the ink. Telling by the scabbing, it was fresh. Each petal was darkly outlined and shaded with black, and filled in with hues of purple, yellow, and orange.

“Yup,” Sirius said proudly, turning to Remus to show him the new tattoo.

“You got a violet tattooed on you,” she said slowly, her eyes meeting Remus’s who gave her an understanding grimace. “Sirius we’ve haven’t even been dating for three months.”

Marlene and Mary groaned.

“I know, but I was going to get a new tattoo anyway, and the idea just came to me,” he turned back to her and saw the look on her face. “What, you don’t like it?”

She sighed, “I can’t deal with this right now. I'm going to find Morgana and Aisling,” she got up. “I’ll see you at dinner,” she slid the door of the carriage shut as she took off to find her friends.

"What did I do?" Sirius looked at his friends.

"You got a tattoo for her, mate," Remus shook his head. "And like she said, you haven't been going out very long." Remus reached across and moved Sirius's shirt, properly studying the art. It was clear Sirius had put thought into the placement of the tattoo. Green leaves framed the flower and weaved their way around the other ink on his chest. Two tiny words were scribbled above the top petal; ma chérie. It was obvious he'd thought about this piece longer than he let on. "I like it."

"You do?" Sirius did up a few of the buttons, leaving his tie loose.

"I think it was a bloody stupid thing to do so early in your relationship," Remus leant his head back and shut his eyes. "But it's a nice tattoo."

-

“Hey,” Sirius slid into the seat next to his girlfriend at the Gryffindor table. It was dinner time and she'd already made him a plate.

“Hi.”

“Look, I’m sorry about the tattoo. You know I’m impulsive. I love you, Vi, this was just my way of permanently proving it to the world. If it bothers you that much I’ll find a spell to remove it.”

Violet sighed and took his hand, intertwining their fingers, “I was shocked, that’s all. Now that I've had time to think about it, I actually think it’s quite sweet. Plus it shows everybody you’re all mine,” she pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Permanently.”

“I am yours. Forever,” he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer, his free hand settling on her thigh as he gave it a squeeze.

“I’m going to have to properly inspect it later. Make sure it’s up to my standard.”

“Of course, wouldn’t expect anything less. You got anything knew to show me?” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. She'd hinted at going shopping last time they saw each other.

“I may have bought some new things, you’ll just have to wait and see.”

He groaned, rubbing her thigh. “You’re too good to me, ma chérie.”

#harry potter #sirius black #sirius black one shot #sirius black drabble #marauders era #young sirius black #maggie writes #sirius black fic #sirius black blurb #sirius black fanfiction

[unmitigatedsuperiority]

drinks in the dark at the end of my road

Summary: Spencer Reid has always been defined by his mind. So, what is he supposed to do when he finds that he can't always trust it? Pairing: Luke Alvez x Spencer Reid Word count: 2.0k Category: Angst Rating: T Warnings: Schizophrenia, Mental illness, Internalized ableism, Mention of Reid's sobriety Read it on AO3

This fic was written for @reidsbookclub's 1 year celebration. The prompt was "What am I supposed to do when I don’t even trust my own mind?"

Spencer Reid is losing his mind.

Not metaphorically. Not exaggeratedly. But genuinely, actually, losing his mind.

It started out small at first. Moments where Spencer would turn around in his chair, facing out into the bullpen, and ask, Did someone just call me? And no, no one called his name. He was just hearing things in the way that plenty of average people do. A very common and normal occurrence. Until, of course, it became more and more frequent.

Luke was the first one on the team to notice something was up. Spencer should’ve known the man would be astute. Since pointing out his clear PTSD after getting out of prison, it was undeniable that there was something between the two of them. Some kind of understanding. A bond of sorts. A gentle, unspoken thing. What Spencer didn’t count on, however, was just how observational Luke would continue to be. Even when Spencer wanted nothing more than to blend into the background. Because quietly whispering Shut up when the voices get a bit too loud or annoying doesn’t exactly constitute the picture of perfect mental health. Because suffering is even worse when it is witnessed.

Eventually, the voices became a sort of background noise to Spencer. He can’t even pinpoint the exact moment when they went from occasional weird nothings to something akin to a tiny radio always on and just out of earshot, but that’s exactly what happened. The voices their own kind of unsettling white noise. He thought with an eidetic memory he’d be able to remember exactly when the switch flipped. But he couldn’t. Not really.

What he does remember is the annoyance. The fear. The anger. The despair. The creeping, gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach that something was wrong, but only he could see it. No one else understood. No one wanted to understand. They were all watching him, laughing at him behind his back. Spencer would get to work only to feel this deep unyielding sense of unease. Hairs prickling on the back of his neck. As though someone, or something, was watching him. Studying him. Waiting. And it only got better when he was alone in his apartment, but not by much.

See, not even his own apartment could offer the solace he was searching for. He would sit at his bed, stare at the artwork across the room for hours on end until it got to be unbearable. That painting of the forest hills in his bedroom that once soothed him had grown foreboding. Sentient, even. The only way he could steal a few precious hours of sleep at night was when the mirage of greens and yellows and browns were on the floor face down. A lot of the time, Spencer couldn’t sleep at all. But that wasn’t new. He always had trouble sleeping. Either way, he would put the painting back up in the mornings before work, for reasons he can’t quite recall. And the voices would ramp back up the second he’d leave. They always came back. Never a moment of peace, a moment of quiet. He can’t really hear the quiet at this point, anyway.

He vaguely recalls Luke reaching out once or twice. A hand on the shoulder, a concerned look, an are you good? But he didn’t trust it. Why would Luke be doing this? It didn’t make any sense. That pull he felt towards him? That was just a ruse, a trap. It’d be Alexa Lisbon all over again. Like he’d find himself naked in the football field if he made any wrong moves. It was too distracting. Spencer needed to focus on the tasks at hand—his job and whatever it was that’s been watching him.

Fear plagued him during these times. It was all-consuming. It still is. The fear of those around him, fear of whatever was watching him and why wouldn’t it just leave him alone please go away. The subconscious fear that he was turning into his mother. A brilliant mind derailed by petulant delusions. Perhaps whatever part of his mind he could still rely on is trying to protect him, shield him from his greatest fear coming true. Maybe that’s why he was losing so much time. But that didn’t stop the symptoms from happening. That didn’t stop the incident from occurring.

Spencer had been a lot more itchy-fingered on the job. Much more likely to result to aggressive tactics and paranoid thinking. But he could still do his job. He had to do his job. It was his lifeline in a sea of deceptive manipulators and invisible voices. He couldn’t understand why he was suddenly the subject of such intense surveillance and hatred. But the BAU? His work? That he understood perfectly. Maybe that’s why the team let it go on for so long…the structure was good for him. Or maybe they just didn’t want to accept it, either.

“We didn’t.”

Spencer starts, his heartrate picking up and echoing through his eardrums. He looks up at the shadowy figure, for once praying it’s real.

“Luke?”

A familiar face steps out of the dark corner and into view before pulling up a chair next to Spencer at the bar. The faint light from the overhead just barely illuminates his face, all greens and yellows and browns. But this time, Spencer doesn’t feel that same panic. That’s something at least. Luke glances at the bartender, raising a finger to ask for another drink. It’s then that Spencer notices the empty glass to his left.

“You’ve been here this whole time,” he notes, dejectedly.

“And you talk a lot more when there’s nobody to talk to, huh?” Luke asks, a sympathetic grin on his face. Something beneath Spencer’s ribs twists.

“I’m showing the symptoms, right?” Spencer lifts his club soda to his lips, relishing in the fizzy feeling on his tongue. Conversations and muted music and the smell of cheap beer assault his senses, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care as much as he should right now. Why doesn’t he care?

Luke nods, solemn. “Yeah, buddy. You are.” He mumbles a quick thanks to the bartender as his drink gets replaced with a fresh glass of something. Scotch. Spencer so badly wishes he could drink right now. Drown it all out. But there’s no evidence that it would make anything better. And if there’s anything he can hold onto, it’s the NA chip that burns a hole in his wallet whenever he finds himself at the dive bar by his apartment. Where he finds himself now.

“How obvious is it?” Spencer asks, not quite wanting to hear the answer. Luke sighs.

“I mean, I could tell right away something was up. You kept looking over your shoulder, isolating yourself from the group, mumbling to yourself. Plus, I haven’t seen a genuine Spencer Reid smile in weeks.” Spencer makes a note and frowns, almost numb to the news. He takes another swig of his drink before looking Luke in the eyes and confessing to what he feels everyone already knows.

“I think I’m being followed.” Luke nods, calm in a way that makes Spencer want to punch him in the face and hug him at the same time. He settles for doing nothing. Nothing works. Nothing doesn’t hurt.

“You think?” Luke questions, shifting in his seat to face the other man. Spencer furrows his brow, running through the last few months in his head.

“I know,” Spencer affirms. Then, he shakes his head. “Maybe. I don’t know.” Luke hums noncommittally at this response. Spencer continues, his fingers clutching his glass. “It’s so…loud. Nothing drowns it out.”

“The voices?” Spencer nods. The two each take a sip of their respective drinks. Someone across the bar cheers as they land a bullseye in darts. Spencer can’t help but feel like the cheering is just another clever ruse. He can’t help but feel like they know.

“Do you remember what happened earlier? At the round table?” He prods. Spencer shivers, the memory rapidly fading from his mind. Some eidetic memory, he thinks. He scratches at the rundown wooden bar, desperately clinging to something tangible.

“Just that I was being threatened. That they knew. They all knew.” He looks up at Luke. “Including you.” Luke thins his lips, finger rubbing the rim of his glass as he stares into the copper abyss of liquid in it. He considers Spencer’s answer before speaking.

“You lashed out at your teammates. Implied they had been watching you all this time, observing you. Working for a secret part of the government they didn’t want you to know about.”

Spencer barks a wet laugh. “I sound just like my mother.” He takes another gulp before laughing again, a sob lodged in his throat, threatening to claw its way free.  “Part of me believes it. That you—all of you—are out to get me.”

“I mean, I could tell you we aren’t, but I don’t think that’s what you need to hear,” Luke starts, hesitant. Spencer shakes his head in confirmation. “Now, I’m not going to tell you what to do from here. This is your life,” he treads lightly. “But this can’t be ignored any longer. I think you could really benefit by getting some help.” Spencer’s face screws up.

“Why, so they can drug me up and keep me quiet?” He spits, malicious, before blinking once. Twice. Heavily sighing at the ease in which he gave into what had to be delusions. It terrifies him that he can’t always differentiate between a delusion and reality. That he hasn’t been able to confidently tell the difference in a long time. It terrifies him even more that sometimes…he can’t even bring himself to care. “Sorry,” Spencer grumbles. The crowd of people behind him sound ominous. Knowing. Luke releases his glass to lean against the countertop, drumming his fingers along the edge.

“It’s okay. There’s a lot going on right now,” he comforts him. Spencer licks his lips, tense.

“What am I supposed to do when I don’t even trust my own mind?” Spencer whispers. Luke remains silent. It’s deafening. How does anyone go on knowing their mind, what makes them, them, is working against them? Spencer feels a split second of kinship with his mother. Shakes it off. “I think I need help,” he continues. “I don’t like feeling like this. But I just want everyone to stop looking at me.” The glass feels too hot in his hand, everything feels hot. His shirt itches, the sweat is all-consuming. Spencer looks up into the mirror behind the bar, studies his face, his eyes. His dead eyes. His dying eyes. This was all a trap, he’s dying, he’s—

“Spencer?” Luke calls, grabbing his attention. Spencer turns to face him. He pointedly attempts to ignore the venom brewing in the pit of his stomach at the sight of him and focuses instead on the gentle feeling, the familiar feeling. He’s not sure which emotion is winning out, though.

“Yeah?” Spencer cringes internally at how small his voice sounds. At how small he feels.

“I’m here for you,” Luke places a hand on his back, tentative. Spencer leans into the touch, determined to ignore everything screaming at him not to. Luke rubs small circles and Spencer sighs before speaking, determined.

“I know,” Spencer says. “Even when I don’t know. I know.”

“We’ll figure it out. You and me.”

“I hope so,” he replies, quiet. Spencer finishes the last of his club soda before motioning to Luke. The two men rise from their seats, Luke tossing some cash onto the counter as they leave. The voices, the delusions…they’re still there. Spencer can’t change that. But he can admit he needs help. He can lean on his friends. Get the help he needs while he’s in the right mind to consent to it. It’ll take time, but maybe, just maybe, he could be okay again someday. And Luke will be there right by his side every step of the way. That small part of him he struggles to listen to knows this to be true.

Luke takes his hand as they leave. Spencer grips it tightly. Desperate to hold onto this, whatever it is. Whatever it could be. Because Spencer Reid may be losing his mind, but that doesn’t mean he’s lost everything.

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[edgyandoverzealous]

Characters that remind me of me S/O pt 2

Electric boogaloo because it's me. Duh. And give me the opportunity and I will not hesitate to compare them because my partner is hella neat and I love them. Informal analysis you know the drill. A bit more annoying this time because I'm a brat I 'spose. @moltenatlas I love youuu.

The Narrator - The Stanley Parable

• no one should be surprised. No one.

• With the amount of bullshit puns, pickup lines, pouting, and overall annoyances I dish out on the regular?

• They don't get paid enough tm for my chaos but they love me anyways.

• note: payment does not exist unless you count the compiled monster energies, presents, and affection I as a simp and clingy boyfriend have so graciously provided. *many tiny bows*

• A witty, sarcastic, dry/situationally humored chatterbox??

• I'll take them! *Slams money on the table* Please! I'm a good listener, or I at least try, I promise. Oh I got them around ten months ago? Fuck yeah, concrete!

• made me choke from laughter on three different occasions. A particular goose bit robbed my breathing privileges for two blocks. </3

• much like the Stanley Parable closet ending/ the jumping of the moving platform interaction.

• Also you know the look that we know the narrator is doing behind his voice... I've seen it and I've apologized through nervous giggles every. single. time.

• nice voice nice voice nice voice. <3

• don't know about you, but I could listen to the narrator for hours, you know who else I could listen to for hours? YUP. You guessed it.

• this is here almost purely because I compared them to the narrator verbally before and it seemed to be taken /neg. Listen here, Love, the narrator from tsp is legitimately the best. Shhhh.

Brady - teen beach movie

• okay so hear me out. It's their favorite movie okay and it's legitimately good so stfu sheesh.

• This blonde has rottmnt Leo vibes. Low key.

• But also slightly oblivious in everyday expressions such as analogies or turn of phrases rather but overly competent in romantic settings and can sing well?

•hmm wonder who that's like, oh wait *staresatthemstaresatthemstaresatthem*

• Selkirk Rex cat vibes the both of them sweet and soft.

•additionally loud sunshine blonde trope anyone? *holds up my relationship* because I found it. Actually no, actually this one's mine.

• You know what else? They're both good at deciphering poorly communicating messes. *coughs me and Mack coughs*

• Blerg day where speaking and verbalizing needs and wants is hard, it's cool. Because apparently somewhere down the line of knowing me, my partner figured out what my noises of acknowledgement, stuttering or otherwise, means. They know me like the back of their hand apparently. Show offish if you ask me. But it genuinely is really sweet and highly appreciated. I'm sorry I'm difficult. ; H ;

• have you ever seen eyes so pretty when they light up over something?

• A sweetheart. The biggest actually.

• He's just so understanding and caring like someone else I know.

Stella - Lemonade Mouth

• my rebel *swoons* <3

• Both are likely to encourage arson and someone would fucking do it.

• Whether that 'someone' is me or not depends entirely on outside factors. Such as time of day, location, and----

• Starting with the obvious

• plays guitar

• Who else relates to all of this? The love of my life, exactly.

• Stella uses what I call "with cherries on top tactics" which is essentially asking really nicely with a few whistles and bells. A sweeter tone. Ect. to convince her fellow bandmates into things. The love of my life also is prone to doing this. Ie: the amount of times I've complied to something because a couple pet names or a softly toned "please" were thrown in. I am a very weak man.

• sarcasmmmmm

• the lookssss. She's so prettyyy, like someone else I love very much.

• she thinks she's funny and she's right because she commits to the bit.

• you know who else thinks they're funny and are right? yeah. exactly.

• Rightfully so, but also convincing cocky bastard. You may say that confidence is feigned but I would still follow you to the ends of the earth so it's at the very least believable and earned.

Wednesday - Netflix's Wednesday

• Shout out to my little sister who made me provide in depth reasoning to why I think Wednesday Addams From Netflix's Wednesday is neat therefore giving me the analysis work done already.

• Also as spoiler-free as possible because my partner wants to watch Wednesday and hasn't yet. Aka nothing major to the plot mentioned.

• She has on multiple occasions threatened bodily harm or murder to those who have wronged those she cares about though a select few. Hmm I wonder who else has done that? My partner mayhaps towards my abusers.

• She's dorky and passionate about her interests, of which are obscure, and is nonjudgmental of others' interests. My partner also has what one may call obscure taste but mine are too. We just kinda ping-pong each other's interests and it's wonderful.

• She has a competitive streak and is a good musician. You know who else does this? Yeah. Exactly.

• She also has good dry humor and sarcasm aka the love of my life.

• what can I say, I like competitive musician oddballs. They are charming.

Willow - The owl house

• This entire thing is projecting but this one reflects more of myself bc call me Hunter I am traumatized and in love.

• Aka they're stuck with a sad-blonde trope if dirty blondes count because that's what's under the years worth of hair dye.

• Strong strong strong.

• Appears fearless. Even when she's not she stands tall and takes a lead. Awfully familiar if you ask me.

• bad vision. wait wait wait I'm sorry.

• Likes plants and flowers. Knows a lot about them too. It's neat and impressive. Dare I say cute? I do I dare.

• Witch???? Withc?? Counterclockwise stirred tea motherfuckers.

• Good at comforting people even if she doesn't quite think she is. IE: When Willow first meets Gus, he's having a panic attack in the same room Willow actively hides in to get away from it all. She tries to comfort him by waving a horrifying abomination at him but she then teaches him a breathing technique once she's assessed the situation. This can apply to my partner as well because they aren't super confident in their comforting ability yet during any given one of my meltdowns they have consistently offer things of comfort such as a hug and then have done a check in for basic needs such as if I've eaten.

Annabeth Chase - Pjo hoo

• Not gonna lie this one right here legitimately scares me. Because I am an og pjo fan and since I was in 3rd grade I've wanted what Percabeth has and as a Percy kin from the very beginning I now finally have that and I am terrified of losing it.

• Legitimately going to cry over this as I write it. Also the reason this took so don't tell anyone shhh.

• *cough cough* anyways so...

• Smarts. Even though she still struggles with learning Annabeth is incredibly bright in practical knowledge as well excelling in certain subjects due to an interest in said subjects. A lot like someone near and dear to me. In their case Language Arts and any science but especially chemistry.

• Tense and complex family situations. If you've read the books, you know and the situations have strong parallels as I remember. I'm sorry to point it out but it's been fairly on topic recently and I worry about it and you.

• The love of my life loves reading. They are more proficient in reading than anyone I've ever met. Whether it's comprehension or just the speed of reading it never fails to be impressive. If you hand Annabeth anything written in Greek she's the same way.

• The following few may just be headcannons/subtext but hear me out.

• When Annabeth hyperfixates on something she then immediately starts branching out hypotheticals. Aka, in my partners case, AUs and headcannons.

• I'm willing to bet almost anything that Annabeth prefers her coffee less sweet than most allowing the caffeine to be a part of the flavor profile and to feel a fuller affect of said caffeine. Though she prefers tea over all. Aka, just like my partner.

• Honest af. No beating around the bush and is quite logically sound. A lot like someone else I know.

• As Annabeth is to Percy and vice versa I view my partner as my lifeline. It's no speculation that Percy and Annabeth have been through a lot from familial issues, near death experiences, and literally going to hell and back with each othervfor each other, the fact that they are each other's lifeline is a definite. I can't speak fully for the other person, obviously, but I'm 65-70% sure it's mutual. Idk though so don't quote me. But personally my partner has helped me through some dark times and a good share of breakdowns. From being my first long term friend after the incident leading me to this point to becoming the first truly positive interaction I've had romantically I can confidently say they've made a major impact on my path to recovery and words cannot describe how thankful I am for that nor how much they mean to me.

#because character analysis is my love language #wednesday netflix #toh willow #annabeth chase #the narrator #tsp narrator #brady teen beach movie #stella lemonade mouth #i love them sm

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Splatter Strokes

“Mind explaining to me as to why I had to accompany you for picking out art supplies for Mr.  Canson’s class? You’re the one who starts his class tomorrow, not me.”

Aki pouted and fidgeted in his spot, clutching the small collection of drawing pencils of various  shapes, sizes, and colors in one hand and a slip of paper in the other. He made yet another  nasally grunt, indicating his annoyance to the whole affair. Who still used paper to write a list,  anyway? And what was the point of having all these different pencils if they all served the same  purpose? 

His elder sister resisted the urge to roll her eyes at her sibling’s inquiry, carefully studying the  tiny text etched into the pencil’s side. Her eyes picked up a gold plated, “2B” and it joined the  small collection in her other hand. 

“Did you forget that you start his class tomorrow too?” she retorted with a swift glance at her  brother. “You even start his class before me, so why are you complaining? You’ve got to pick  out supplies too!” 

Aki took a moment to think. He then scoffed with crossed arms, an instinctive gesture to Suna  being right once again and his distaste to admit it. Then again, if his memory banks served him  right when he permitted, Mr. Canson’s art class was indeed placed in his schedule. Sixth period  for him, seventh period for Suna. He envied her, having a class as lax and easy-going as art  being the closing class for the school day. He could only imagine how rewarding Fridays were  with that kind of schedule. 

He attempted to retaliate. “Well, that still doesn’t explain why you had to drag me along! You wanted to nab your supplies all the way here on the far side of town instead of waiting to see if  we really need everything on that list!” 

His attention dived down onto the elegantly written letters on the page and then came back up  in an instant. “Like this, ‘kneaded eraser’ thingie. We’ve already got a bunch of regular erasers at home, so we’re good, right?” 

“And why can’t we just share supplies?” 

Suna was off in her own little world, subconsciously listening to her brother rant and rave about  his expressive dislike of school supply shopping (or any shopping in general that didn’t align  with his interests) while simultaneously inspecting the sides of all the pencils she touched. It  annoyed her greatly when he went on and on about something important that needed to be  taken care of, but at the same time she did agree with one thing her brother was snarling about.  This was last-minute. Very last-minute. She couldn’t say she was too surprised however, considering how chaotic the administration’s organization and planning had been recently. She  was almost assigned Trigonometry when she should have been given Calculus! 

“You can just buy everything we need on that list for class tomorrow and hand them to me,”  Suna’s hearing picked up her brother’s monologue. “When my class is over and it’s your turn,  you can just meet me by the classroom door and I’ll give the supplies to you. See, it all works  out.” A trademark smirk curved its way through Aki’s lips, the same smirk he donned when he  thought of an impromptu solution for whatever problem his sister threw at him.  

Suna pursed her lips, motioning for him to hand over the wrinkled list and slightly grimacing at  the immortal creases on the formerly pristine surface. A crisp line slashed through the last  remaining graphite-based item on the list, prompting a content nod of eggplant hair. 

“Well,” her tongue clicked. “Think you can manage rushing from Mr. Canson’s studio on the  west side of the school on the third floor, to Mrs. Waterhouse’s class on the opposite end of the  school on the first floor? All within a five-minute window?”  

Now it was Suna’s turn to sneer. The infamous, “I know more than you do, so stop resisting and  just admit that I am right,” kind of sneer that overruled Aki’s trademark, “I can make this whole  thing work out, trust me,” sneer.  

Once again, Suna was right. The leisure time in between each period was brutal. You had  enough time for one locker visit to frantically grab what you needed, have a short bathroom  break, and be lucky enough to engage in small talk with one of your friends without being at  least a couple minutes late. Rushing between classes and making triple sure he had all his  materials was taxing on its own. There’s no way he’d be cool doing all the extra running around  every day, especially after lunch. Throwing up his hands in defeat and letting out an audible  sigh, he surrendered for good. 

“Dad gave us each the right amount of money to cover everything. Like you mentioned earlier we may not need everything, but I’m gonna play it safe so we don’t get any more surprises,”  Suna included as she reached for a nearby basket to dump her belongings inside. A brief  moment of silence passed as her olive irises scanned the list before she passed it to her  reluctant brother. 

“Here, I’ve already remembered the rest of the items, so you can have it if you’d like. Because  this is so last-minute and this store is far from home, I’m taking the liberty of grabbing everything  while I’m here. Whether or not you’d like to wait until tomorrow when they go over the list and  make a second trip all the way back here after school is your call.” 

Aki took back the list in slight awe. “No wonder you’re so much better at tests than I am, you’ve  got photographic memory.” 

Her heels pivoted across the newly polished floor with a satisfied smile. “I’m going to get the rest  of my supplies, shouldn’t take me long. Mini, I trust that you’ll keep my baby brother out of  trouble?”

Aki swatted his sister’s hand away in embarrassment as she ruffled the thick chocolate locks of  spiked synthetic hair. 

“Hey! I do a great job at keeping the city out of trouble, I don’t need a babysitter!” 

The tiny sentient robot that resided in Aki’s head crossed his legs and let out a small chuckle of  amusement. Serving as Aki’s onboard repair unit and an external conscious drive with  independent thought, Mega Mini became Aki’s first line of almost indiscriminate support who  flaunted a rather rude and sarcastic sense of humor. What fun was having a best bud if you  couldn’t tease them every once in a while? 

“Don’t worry ya pretty lil’ head off, M’Lady. I’ll make sure ya itty bitty baby brother doesn’t hurt  himself in this big, scary store,” Mini replied, puckering his lips and shifting the tone in his gruff  voice.  

His remark rewarded him with a fading laugh from Suna and an annoyed grunt from Aki. “Hey, whose side are you on? You’re in my head, so you’re supposed to always agree with me!” 

“Oh please. If I wasn’t programmed with a personality and had t’ do everything you say without  question, we’d both be screwed,” Mini’s pixel eyes averted. 

Aki scoffed. It wasn’t like all his ideas were bad or backfired at the worst of times. Mini made it  sound like he wasn’t capable of doing anything on his own. The nerve! 

“Are you saying that I can’t function without you? I’ll have you know that I was created before you were, Mini.” He took a finger to jab at his own temple. “I can take care of myself, thank you  for asking.” 

The tiny robot rolled his eyes as he chuckled. “Ya sure about that, Chief? Didja forget about that  fight with Blasto Woman? How she knocked me clean out ya skull? Ya lucky I was able to save  yer blue behind from hard crashin’.” 

Aki swat both his arms dismissively, the crumpled paper in his grasp fluttering violently. “Aww,  whatever. Have it your way, then. I guess I should get going and find all these stupid supplies  before Suna finishes up. I’d never hear the end of it from her.” 

His chocolate optics veered back down at the abused paper and scanned the remaining  uncrossed lines. Brushes, one pack of brushes. 

“One pack of brushes,” Aki read. “That shouldn’t be so hard.” 

Mini continued to tease. “Hmm, ya sure ‘bout that, Chief? Didja see all them different pencils ya  picked out? Are ya gonna be able to tell which one is which?”

“Oh shut it, you mini migraine,” the robo-boy grumbled. “They’re brushes! And they’re already in  a pack, so it can’t be too hard, right?”

*On AO3 for a more spacious reading experience

#very small writing drabble I wrote several years ago #when the show was still relevant #there's more to this #but this is the only thing presentable #lol #megaman fully charged #megaman #mmfc #fanfiction #fanfic #writing

[the-rookinator-3000]

by the way. i am curious about these little silly jester guys of yours. they are very intriguing and i wish to know as much about them as completely as is possible. if you would like to talk about them

I HAVE MADE A SMALL INFODUMP ABOUT THEM HERE!!! BUT THAT IS ONLY SCRATCHING THE SURFACE ABOUT THEM.

i wanted to make lore for them but its confusing so i'll just make it ambiguous... u can hc JoT to be created out of spoiled cheese for all i care!!!! (the joke is he looks like cheese)

BUT HERES SOME MORE TINY FACTS IVE BEEN ITCHING TO TALK ABOUT:

RELATIONSHIP DYNAMICS!!

starting off with one that was pretty ambiguous from all my drawings.. gary and JoD! JoD loves to annoy gary, and shows a pretty strong obsession with barging into gary's business and just honestly being a huuge annoyance for his own entertainment. gary finds him annoying at best and dangerous at worst, and he tends to try to avoid or just get really grumpy at JoD a lot. there isnt much gary can do to get JoD out of his feathers, because JoD will always find a way back to him anyways...

JoD has been the "generational pain in the butt" for almost every member of gary's family: garianna, gariwald, etc. he seems to just really like bothering them!

next is JoT and rookie, which is one i havent talked about! in the party i mentioned (which u may or may not have read first in the other post) rookie spares JoT and stuff... which makes JoT pretty grateful towards rookie, and the two actually become pretty close after awhile. which is very funny because rookie would be the type of penguin JoT HATES.

JoD and skip have some history! im not going to say what kind! no they have not been in a relationship if thats the first thing u think of

JoD also likes to bother jet pack guy! he thinks jpg is a lot like JoT. before they knew about JoT, JoD would just say that jpg reminds him "of someone he used to know"

ADDITIONAL THING: i once made up at cptv special in my head where the gang end up in JoD's dimension! JoD and lorna actually become friends in that. lorna is very sympathetic (like with poltergus) and is one of the few characters to understand that JoD is a pain in the butt because he's longed for attention and has been lonely for a reaaally long time like HUNDREDS OF YEARS lonely

okay wowza! thats all for the relationships and stuff!! barely any of these were written with romantic intent ESPECIALLY not JoT and rookie, i'd like to think the jesters wouldn't be interested in that XP

misc stuff!!

the two jesters actually have normal penguin forms! of course gary can sniff out normal penguin JoD relatively easily

JoT is actually very nice and patient! the way he acted was out of pure anger and rage from a certain event!

there are actually 3 jesters!!!

okay thats all.. phew... i wrote a lot of "Jo" just now... hope that wasnt... too much!!! the two jesters are very important to me. i think they are very silly

#asks 📪

[mercurialrain]

Day 4: Gorgon

CW: Mentions of someone being blinded and brief suicidal thoughts

Felix woke to hearing distant shouts, the kind that usually meant arrogant heroes or angry villagers, neither of which meant good things for his peaceful existence. He sighed, the sound coming out more of a hiss as he stretched to get ready to meet whatever fate had decreed he meet today.

He left his cavern warily, listening and watching for any archers or warriors lying in wait. Seeing and sensing none, he continued on until he reached the only clearing between the village and the forest that led to his cave. He paused, trying to figure out what he was looking at. 

A girl was tied to a pole that looked like it had been hurriedly installed in the ground, her eyes bound in red fabric. She wore a thin slip that was filthy from presumably being dragged through the forest, with tiny cuts and bruises all over what skin he could see. Still, she held a proud posture, her head angled towards him as he got closer. 

“Are they giving away girlssss now?” He asked, watching as her head turned quickly in his direction. 

“Not girls in general, just me.” Her response was level. Not terrified, not pleading, just… calm. Very odd. 

“And why have you been given to me?”

“They want you to kill me.”

“Oh?” He crouched next to her and hooked a finger under her blindfold. “Were they aware that thissss may have protected you?”

She jerked her head up so the blindfold fell, revealing two milky eyes that saw nothing. “Yes, they were aware. That is why they blinded me.”

It was all he could do not to recoil. Her fellow humans had done this to her and then sacrificed her to him? Though he was considered a monster by most people, being a Gorgon, even he would not stoop to this level of cruelty. 

She seemed annoyed by his silence, turning those eyes on him as if she could see him. “Well? Are you going to kill me or not?”

“I have not decided yet, but you are not helping your case.”

“Take your time,” she said sarcastically, making Felix’s eye twitch in annoyance. 

He continued to crouch over her, thinking over his options. He couldn’t turn her to stone, obviously, but he could kill her. Quickly, with a slash to the throat and her life would be over before she knew it. It would be humane, really. 

But there was something about this girl. Here she was, faced with imminent death by the claws of one of the most feared monsters in the land and she had the nerve to sass him. She had a fight in her that told him that she would have had a long, successful life had this not happened to her. 

He was taken out of his thoughts by a hand touching the top of his head, petting some of the snakes’ scales. He jerked away from her touch, hissing out of habit. 

“What are you doing?”

She shrugged. “If I am to die anyway, then I was curious to know what your head snakes felt like. Besides, they do not seem too opposed.”

It was true, he had to admit. Instead of biting like he had expected, they leaned towards her touch, hissing in a gentle way that had no malice behind it. 

“Just- do not do that again. That is a good way to get a bite.”

“What do I care? I am about to meet Death anyway.”

“No, you will not,” he said, making his decision. With one claw, he slashed through her bindings. She tried to stand, but collapsed on unsteady legs. He rolled his eyes and helped her up, leading her back to his cave before depositing her on one of the flat rocks. 

“Why are you helping me? Why not just kill me and be done with it?”

I wish I knew. “You will inform me of humansssss’ weaknessesssss and in return, I will allow you to live.”

She scoffed. “Their weaknesses are right above their neck. For you, that means their eyes, for me that means their brains, or lack thereof.”

He sneered at her, even though he knew she wouldn’t see it. “Try not to be that obvious.”

She got up suddenly, stumbling around until she found the cavern entrance. For some reason, that panicked him and he leapt up, grabbing her before she could topple over. 

“What are you doing, you sssstupid girl!” 

The panic increased when he saw she was crying, fat tears rolling down her cheeks onto his chest as she weakly smacked at him to let her go. 

“Just let me die. Please?”

“What happened?” He was not in the habit of playing therapist to humans, but something in him told him that this was the right move. She went limp in his arms, sobbing against him while he awkwardly held her. 

He hadn’t been this close to another living creature that wasn’t trying to kill him in ages.

She finally subsided and he moved them to sit down, with her leaning against him. “My village was in the middle of a famine,” she began, her voice breaking. “I prayed to all the gods to help. I asked for anything that could help. One of the gods blessed me and I found I was able to make plants grow with a single touch.”

“That doesssss not ssssound sssso bad.”

“My village is a superstitious kind, the kind that does not believe in miracles or gifts. They’re odd, outliers in the community. One of them saw me at night wandering the fields, bringing our crops back to life. And then….” she trailed off. She didn’t need to continue, Felix already knew the rest. “I just wanted to help.”

“You cannot fix what doessss not want to be fixed.”

She sat in silence for a moment, seemingly thinking over what he’d said. “Hey, can I stay here?”

Felix instantly straightened, stunned. Stay? With him?

“Sssstay? Here? With me?”

“Yes. You seem like a good person. Or Gorgon? Whichever you would prefer, really.” He could see the hope on her face and suddenly every trace of resistance left him and he, the fearsome monster, found himself caving to a fragile human.

“Fine. You may ssstay. But what issss your name?”

“Marinette! Yours?”

“I am Felix. Welcome to the cave, Marinette.”

#felinette #marinette dupain cheng #felix graham de vanily #felinette spooktacular #I keep having trouble with my own prompts wtf

[broodygaming]

So I finally finished watching Steven Universe. Watched the movie and the last season (series?) in like a day haha. Feeling really ??? about it??? In a good way. I enjoyed it. It was so cathartic and I totally sobbed etc etc

In a very unflattering way I am terrified I feel like I relate a little too much to Spinel. The fear of being overbearing, being left behind. Someone close to you lying to spare your feelings but ultimately being more hurtful because of that. I often feel I’m just Too Much for those around me. I want to talk a million miles a minute about all these hyperfixations and shit and most ppl aren’t up for that. I just keep thinking about that look that Pink gave her right before she lied to her to leave her behind. Those tiny indicators of annoyance just flying over Spinels head. And then when she shows up to seek revenge her whole song has this very big kinda FOMO energy to it. “What did she say about me what did she say?” Gods that is such a relatable feeling.

And something a friend told me a little bit ago, that maybe just maybe…. it’s not that I’m inherently annoying but that I’ve often been surrounded by ppl who just aren’t that kind to me. Like, I have a fear that statistically speaking at some point it’s my fault haha. Like everyone I’m close to gets tired of me, gets exhausted or feels like they have to tolerate me. But maybe, just maybe that’s just a big coincidence and out there are ppl who might just like me for me. All my spazziness and excitement for things like DnD and kids shows and all.

Anyways having a lot of normal feelings about that and also !!!! The whole “I’m a monster” thing really reminds me of Made of Stone from the off Broadway version of Hunchback of Notre Dame and BOY do I have emotions about that!! Jfc I could literally write a book!

#this is all over the place #and I just don’t care haha cuz this is tumblr where I’m allowed to be Extra #the whole scene with Connie’s mom explaining to Steven that he’s been through trauma and his body is reacting to small stresses #like it’s the end of the world? holy shit #HOLY SHIT #and him saying How do I live when I constantly feel like I’m dying?? #omfg omfg omfg omfg #my heart #i just feel so stupidly seen hahaha #this is why kids media is the best #show me that solvable problem #I’ll do the hardest part with you

[greektravelblog]

Day 5

Oof I know I'm posting this on day 6 but shhhhh.

Listen, I hate waking up early. I loathe it, in fact. If you asked me four years ago I would've said I didn't mind it, that I woke up early cause of my parents and that's just how I rolled. I didn't believe my mom when she told me that I'd hate mornings like my cousin by the time I hit college. Lord was I wrong. I hate waking up before 9am. And yet here I am, willingly taking a 9am class on a topic that I love. First day of classes had me up at 7:30am, so I made my way to campus and went to the Starbucks. Yeah, you heard me right. I'm that basic white girl. My first class was Aspects of Ancient Art in Athens. It's an art/archaeology study course that studies the history of ancient Greek art. The class was filled to the brim, which isn't saying much as it was a tiny classroom. The classes are two hours long and I had a break in between my art class and the next one, so I walked to a nearby café in order to get some food. I ordered a cheese plate and what I got was a piece of heaven on a plate. I have no clue what cheeses were on there, it wasn't listed, but I do know that it was amazing. I got a raspberry jam and an almond pesto with it. Anyways, if you're ever in Athens, and want a good cheese plate, go to Erudio.

My next class was a history of the Middle East. Very few people are in this one, and interestingly enough, two of the students are from Egypt. I found it interesting, talking to them about their country and what they were studying. They took the class to see how the west views their culture. Halfway through, we took a break and I asked what they thought so far, apparently there is a healthy amount of misinformation within just the first session. I can't wait to talk to them more. Also during this break, one of my roommates who is in this class with me, asked another student where they were staying. Now, it's important to note that this girl and I have seen each other only a couple times. She keeps to herself pretty much, and that's fine, but we've done introductions and everything. After the student answered her, she turned to me and said "What about you? Where are you staying?" I stared at her blankly for a second before replying:

"I'm your roommate."

Now I laughed, but this girl had started to get on my nerves. During the entire class she was interrupting the professor, and trying to compare everything in the Middle East to what was happening in her home country. Now, don't get me wrong, she's from a place that needs a lot of help and autonomy that the US has refused to provide, but it just didn't seem appropriate for the conversation. All of this, though, I could handle. What I didn't appreciate was when one of the students from Egypt began questioning the professor about what he was teaching us and when we would learn how the Middle East was viewed by the Middle East instead of Western views, this girl began talking over this student, trying to get a point in. Before the class had started, her and I were talking about culture (to which she tried to tell me that white America had none which, although white American culture isn't as rich or unique, forgive my wording I'm not sure how to explain it, white america does have culture. It is inherently impossible for a group of humans who have created a society to not have a culture) and while I had many things to say, and most of you know I'm able to speak up with no issue, I couldn't get a word in edgewise. This girl would just not be quiet so I could speak. She would interrupt me before I finished my thought, so by the time I had to remind her that I lived with her, I was pretty annoyed.

Despite the annoyances, the day was overall good and the class, interesting. I stopped by the market to pick up a few things, then went home. My roommate (R) and I walked over to R1 to hang out with a friend who is one of our RA's (A). We talked for a while, just shooting the breeze before R made me take the enneagram test. It's basically a personality test like the Myers-Briggs but it gives you numbers instead of letters. Apparently, I'm a type 1w2 or 2w1.

After letting A take a nap, we went back over at 9 to have a movie night in the lobby. Recommendation: watch the movie Spiderhead. It's about these prisoners who are serving a sentence and instead of being locked away in prison, they're given lush accommodations in exchange to being part of a drug experiment trial. It is sooooo good. Plus Chris Hemsworth's in it. 'Nuf said.

Welp that was my day. Not that interesting, I know. Tonight I have more adventures planned so stay tuned!

Things I've taken away from today:

No cheese will ever be good enough for me again.

A eats her tzatzikis sauce with ketchup on her gyro.

George Saunders, the author of Spiderhead is a brilliant author.

Chris Hemsworth is hot, no matter what role he plays.

#greece #athens #college #university #history #art #ancient history #food #travel #studyabroad

[starlightrosari]

Reassessing transition: Do I want to go on Testosterone?

I’ve been thinking on this a lot and feel kind of strange about it because while I do have dysphoria, I don’t have an overwhelming sense of dread for my appearance. However, I am a nonbinary boy who wishes to look androgynous in a way akin to androgynous men (think vampires and elves, or for more human examples, androgynous male models or celebs and emo boys). I often feel limited in how I’m able to look because I can’t be androgynous in the way I wish for being a petite AFAB person and it holds me back a lot on feeling comfortable embracing my masculinity because I feel like no matter what I do, I look to some extent like a girl.

Section 1: Dysphoria as a feeling

I would describe my dysphoria as more being saddened at times by the way I look being overly feminine to a female appearing degree when I want to be androgynous masc leaning in appearance. I get upset when I’m dressed very typically masculine and still don’t look how I want, knowing it’s because I’m limited in how to achieve that because of my petite body and young feminine appearance. I get jealous of people who can be both masculine and feminine and not look like women, and as much as I tell myself “clothes don’t have a gender” or “androgyny shouldn’t be based on AGAB,” I still can’t shake the dissatisfaction of how I look compared to others. Sometimes it can mean almost crying staring at myself or being in a space where I’m aware of others perceiving me and look around being surrounded by androgynous male leaning appearing people who I wish I looked more like. Other times I get dressed fem anyways and then feel really uncomfortable about my body being so apparent and feminine and don’t want that attention on me, feeling like I look even smaller than I already am and that my curves are overly visible in a way that’s too female appearing that it’s not androgynous anymore, so I change into something else or just bare with the minor annoyance of dysphoria because I don’t want to sacrifice style for comfort when I probably don’t pass no matter what anyways. It’s upsetting if I think too hard on it but I’m sort of numb to how prevalent this feeling is because I’ve always had it and dealt with it by just looking cool enough that it didn’t matter that much as the alternative of hyper-fixating on how I should look sometimes makes it worse. That was how I coped with it growing up with a poor view of myself that I could never look right as a girl or as a boy. Because of this, when I acknowledge how I actually want to look or the parts of my body that bother me, although it’s obviously dysphoria, it doesn’t make me feel much of anything, just minor annoyance, discomfort, sadness, and a feeling of wishing I could look the way I always wished to be.

Section 2: My dysphoria

So I’ve explained how my dysphoria feels and vaguely what it is, but how about specifics? What feels wrong? Well, for starters, I have always loathed my tiny skinny arms hands and shoulders, wishing desperately that they could be bigger, partially because it’s an inconvenience stylistically (for example, I have really skinny fingers and wrists that make jewelry shopping difficult), but also because I just don’t want to be so small and feel dysphoric seeing my tiny arms. My height is another thing that I absolutely hated growing up, being triggered by how behind I was from everyone else and how overall young I look being petite and only 5’ tall, also worrying this is a big deterrent from me ever appearing masculine (so much so I repressed that I felt trans for most my life even though I’d have thoughts along the lines of being trans through most of it). I worked on this a bit in Highschool when I realized it would never change, and that even if I were a girl I’d still be bothered by this because it’s annoying for anyone, but it’s still difficult at times. Another thing is my feet. I hate how my feet look and how skinny and small they are, same with my toes. I try to keep socks on and not wear sandals to help this, and when I was young I always got uncomfortable comments about how tiny my feet were and would purposefully sit in a way that would hide them even though it was uncomfortable. It’s also annoying because my tiny feet and ankles and calfs make it hard to buy cool shoes. And I have huge thighs that sometimes bother me, and then below the knee is skinny when I wish at least that my legs were pencil shaped. My small waist is something I feel mixed emotions about. On one hand it’s kind of cool to have a unique feature on my body, and it can be hidden underneath shirts anyways, but then it also makes me really uncomfortable having it exposed. I feel similar about my hips. It’s cool my hips even out my body features a little but I don’t want them super visible, though I’m grateful to have them at the small size I do because they’re not so noticeable but they also make my big thighs appear slightly slimmer. My torso in general is really thin when I want it to be more square shaped. My voice sometimes bothers me too, more than I think even realize. Like, I don’t like hearing my voice back in recordings, and I don’t like repeating sentences because it makes me aware of how I sound. I feel annoyed that hard of hearing people can’t hear feminine voices as well as masculine ones because I hate shouting and hearing the sound of my voice so loudly, and I also internally think of my voice as androgynous so it’s frustrating realizing it’s not. I also hate when I subconsciously raise the pitch of my voice to seem more approachable to other people because it’s not how I want to sound. I also have mixed feelings about my face because I like the shape of it and my bone structure and big nose, but I wish it didn’t have such feminine fat and stretch to the skin, and I wish my jaw were more prominent and in general that my features were less round and more angular. And then there’s an area of my body I try to not ever think about that I hate, I have bottom dysphoria. I hate the function of that area, and how it genders me as belonging to women’s space. It always felt icky to me and I feel major dysphoria if being asked by a doctor about my fertility/sex life or about my period. I have an irregular period but when I get cramps and bloated and bleed, I feel so miserable and too embarrassed to tell anyone, and I hate thinking about how people in the house probably can see someone is on their cycle and know it’s me. My chest normally doesn’t bother me that much because I’m small but I wish I could have a flat chest and sometimes feel like my chest is just another obvious indicator of my assigned sex at birth that I don’t want to be referred by or seen as.

Section 3: Transition goals

Transition is complicated because I want to look like an androgynous boy, but not male. I want the effects of a deep voice, but still in the androgynous range. I want to get taller, which I doubt would happen but I’d be really happy if it did. I would be a lot happier with my skinny small body if it were more angular and masculine, with a wider torso and broader shoulders. I want my feet and hands to get bigger. I want my face to mature in a more masculine way. I want an atoms apple. I want bottom growth. I want my periods to stop, and to be infertile. I want fat redistribution to move fat away from my thighs, chest, and butt and distribute it in a more muscular male appearance. I want the curvature of a masculine frame that’s more stoic and angular, and to not be so overwhelmingly circle, pear, and curve shaped like women are. I want to wear makeup and pretty clothes and feel like I look like a pretty boy in it, not having to feel dysphoric for a way of expressing my style that I enjoy. I want to be non-normative in my appearance, feminine and glam or soft and masculine, but underneath all the styling have a boy base for my body that I much rather have than the feminine base that makes me uncomfortable in feminine clothing because I want to look like I boy in it.

Section 4: Doubts

I’ve explored what I want and how I feel dysphoric, even linking back to feelings that have been with me since childhood, and I understand how I feel limited in these goals without transitioning, but there’s still some things I haven’t quite figured out if I’d be okay with about transition. Since I want to be androgynous and T is geared towards masculinizing people to a male appearance, I worry some of the effects may not come across as androgynous as I hope for. I am very small and petite, and my features reflect that through the delicateness of my skin and bones and lack of muscle, and my hope is that T would masculinize this in an androgynous way that I’d be really happy with, where I look between male and female, masculine yet androgynous. I’ve felt this way since before I even fully came out to myself as trans or even was questioning my gender fully, and often envied how T effected people who were petite like me pre T. So I’m not nervous about the body and face changes, in fact I feel like those are what I want most out of T and am confident I’ve been really bothered by these things without it my whole life, wishing to be more androgynous. And I know I want the bottom growth because that was the first obvious dysphoria I had since I was a kid, and however strange it might be I feel like it will feel more right, as I always wished I had something different than I’ve been given. Any amount of doubt I sometimes have about this is more societally based, like concerns over if pants will be harder to find or if people will find my body strange or if I’ll still feel uncomfortable with my naked body. I also worry about if the hair increases will look strange on me, or if I’ll feel weird growing facial hair because “fems aren’t supposed to have hair.” I feel like on my own, I don’t think it’s weird to be hairy and have facial hair, even with me being small and androgynous, but the idea of other people seeing it makes me nervous. The voice change makes me nervous too because I don’t want my voice to get too deep and I love singing and don’t want to lose the ability to sing. I also feel like I’m supposed to want everything and feel terrible in my body because that’s what I see so many people say but I don’t want every effect and feel invalid for that. I feel like I’m supposed to know 100% that I’ll love every change of transition, and I don’t think I can know that to be honest. Though my body gives me dysphoria, the idea of changing it however fascinating it may be also is scary to me, and it’s a big decision that I’d like to feel more strong feelings about before deciding on it, as well as more good about the secondary sex characteristic changes I’ll get. I think it’s okay to not want so much of the hair changes, I can just be a guy who shaves, and I don’t mind so much being hairy on my body even if I would prefer not to be, it doesn’t feel like I’d feel wrong about having that change, it’s mostly just I don’t know how I’d feel with the facial hair, and I don’t want to feel ugly or not like myself. I think there’s just a lot of work I need to do to understand myself better, because I know I’ve felt immense jealousy over guys deep voices, flat chests, facial hair, and hell, even body hair sometimes, yet these are all the aspects of transition I’m least sure about.

[hell-on-gallifrey]

Time for a random rant about a friend who annoys me 😅

At this point idk why I even bother remaining friends with this guy. He's one of my online gaming buddies and I met him back in 2018 so I've known him a while now. I definitely have my own annoying flaws but....his are just worse to me. I didn't catch this for a long time but whenever the Mugen Train demon slayer movie came out is when I first TRULY realized he's a fucking pathological liar. He isn't as bad as some of the others I've met in my life but Holy fuck I can pick the lies out so easily now that I'm just annoyed constantly about it.

For context, when the Mugen Train movie came out there was a character that died at the end and I was talking to my friend about the movie and he responded with an annoyed tone "they weren't even supposed to die there, its completely different in the manga" and went on to tell me about the events that ACTUALLY happened. And I believed him. Til one day I asked ANOTHER friend who doesn't know him about the movie and he was like "yeah no that character actually does die that's exactly how it happened in the manga." So I googled it myself and of course, friend #2 was correct.

So after that event I began noticing how friend #1 talks in a certain tone or whatever when he's lying. And to top it all off he just has to act like he knows EVERYTHING. To a certain extent, he does. He's intelligent enough to remember a lot of things. Like we both play Final Fantasy 14 and he just acts like he knows every little detail about every little thing and how everything used to be back when the game first started.

Recently we joined a raid team on ffxiv. It's been interesting sitting in silence while he blatantly lies to the other 6 people and them not realize it. Granted most of it is harmless, it's not like he's trying to turn anyone against each other. It's really just an annoyance.

Today we had a TINY bit of drama happen in voice chat with some of our ffxiv buddies. One of them, he mentioned a couple of details about this one girl's personal life. It was very basic stuff like her husband works while she stays at home. It was nothing bad or deeply personal. And idk why but she randomly popped into the voice chat to tell him off for telling us about her personal life and then popped back out. I understand her concern but he really told us next to nothing and he isn't the type to just give out secrets of others. But anyways, here's how this relates to my rant.

Later on my liar friend and I were in a party chat on psn just by ourselves and he said that the girl messaged him afterwards about the drama and I'm just like.....you don't even interact with her like ever and you weren't even apart of the small drama why would she message YOU over the guy she was talking about? And I even asked him "why would she message YOU?" and he said it was probably because the guy also messaged him about it and I'm just like "LOL why would he message you about it either?!" And he just couldn't give me a straight answer.

I really think I only put up with it at this point because he's one of my few online friends I can game with frequently. If I randomly cut him out it would mean me probably no longer interacting with most of the ffxiv people that he is also friends with because that's just how I am. And I don't wanna be super lonely again. But like I said I'm an annoying fuck as well so maybe the feeling is mutual. 😅 sorry for the long essay of stuff I needed to vent, in case any of you are actually reading this.

[isa-renee]

sometimes piano tuning bothers me so much I just have to get up and walk away and give up on music for the day

#it’s so annoying #and the worst part is there isn’t a better way to do it! #equal temperament is great except for when it isn’t hope this helps #but actually like I know it’s a very convenient way of tuning and like all modern western music is written like that etc etc #it just bothers me #the notes are all wrong! #octaves sound too dissonant! #there’s no distinction between sharps and flats! #like I’m trying to sing along to some chord progression or whatever and I’ll play the v chord while singing the seventh #and it all sounds wrong! #either I’m sharp or the piano is flat that doesn’t matter what matters is that it sounds off and I’m upsetti #and it’s even worse when you go up by a half step! #thankfully I rarely write in phrygian #or any other scale with a lowered second #because the difference between what you sing and the note played is way more obvious then #at least to me for some reason #anyways this is such a tiny annoyance but I am very annoyed #so I guess I’ll just scroll through tumblr instead of writing

[honey-milk-depresso]

Maybe the dorm leaders with an s/o that acts like Qiqi next? I love her sm 🥺

I LOVE QIQI JSHHDHUIDHUID WHAT??? PRECIOUS CHILD (tho she's immortal-) MUST PROTECT-

Took the three overblots and Kalim-

TWST The Kuudere nurse, s/o (Qiqi)

Riddle Rosehearts

You certainly are quite an odd ball, much like to everyone else.

You keep mostly to yourself,

and you don't talk much,

nor do you show much emotion,

you're quite a cold person, actually.

You're just someone at Ramshackle who attends to other students' wounds.

Nothing much.

You never really caused much trouble, so he didn't really care much.

At best, he sees you following him, sometimes he finds a little unsettling,

and sometimes you go up to him unexpectedly to greet him, asking him if he feels hurt anywhere.

He just awkwardly greet back and goes back to whatever he was doing, a little confused by your sudden appearance.

But after his overblot events,

the first thing he awoke was to see you with a stoic face.

"Are you okay?"

He could only nod in confusion, looking around him.

Seems he was in Ramshackle.

"Eat."

He turned to see you holding a spoon of what looks like an earthy green paste, before he hesitantly swallowed it, feeling its bitter taste.

He almost spitted it out.

"It's medicine. I was worried about you," you said plainly, expression unchanging, though your eyes looked much softer.

He froze.

For someone he almost didn't notice, you cared for him?

He could only muster out a soft cough, as he sat up weakly, looking at you.

He felt a little flustered, and he didn't think it was the fact he felt a little dizzy.

"Thank you."

Leona Kingscholar

Completely ignores you.

People like you, stoic and emotionless simply don't bother him.

So Leona doesn't care much about you.

But whenever you come round,

he's quite annoyed.

Your expressionless and cold attitude can tick him off.

Like when you greet him and ask if he's hurt anywhere very plainly and stoicly,

all he does is just scoffed and dodge you, leaving you with a snide remark.

Or you follow him, only to be told off by him.

He doesn't care if you're a nurse or not, just get out.

You never did.

After his overblot events,

he awoke to see your face as stoic as ever.

He grunts softly as he sits up.

"Where the hell am I..?"

"Safe. Are you okay?"

Leona looked quite irritated, but he felt to sore to even retaliate, simply resorting to nodding, though he growled in annoyance.

"Eat. It's medicine."

He looks at you unamused.

" And why should I trust you about this?"

You simply look at him, eyes softened. "Because I care about you."

You cared about him? Even if he treated you like shit? Leona felt a little guilty for all the times he disregarded you somehow.

He scratched his head, scrunched up his eyebrows, as a very faint pink blush appeared on his cheeks.

"Fine."

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul found you strange.

You were emotionless, stoic, seemingly no interest in anything whatsoever, he finds it quite ironic you became the school's nurse.

Azul, like the two other dorm leaders above, simply didn't think much or care either.

You didn't really benefit him in anyway,

and at that, you didn't look interested in anything, so he doesn't even try to persuade you to cut a deal with you.

And you're facial expression somewhat triggered his insecurities, as if you're simply not interested in him, or that you despise him, and maybe even mocking him.

None was the case for you.

But you followed him often, which he find it a little creepy and very weird.

He politely and calmly ask why you're following him, albeit stuttered sometimes as you intimidated him just a tiny bit.

You simply responded with "because you wanted to."

...okay- He simply just doesn't ask you afterwards.

When you greet him randomly and ask if he's hurt anywhere, only for Azul to awkwardly greet you back, as he states he isn't most of the time, or just say yes and say he'll be fine.

After his overblot events, he opens his eyes to see a blur of you,

regaining full eyesight to see you. He almost choked.

"Are you okay?"

"W-what happened..?"

You held out a spoon that had a pea flower blue paste.

"Eat."

He looked at the substance in front of him, before he hesitantly swallowed it. It was really bitter.

"Ack!- Wha- What is this.?!"

"Medicine."

"W-why are you doing this..?"

"Because I care about you."

He paused. You cared for him? He always thought you hated him, or didn't care about him.

He looks at you slightly red as his face heated up.

He coughed. "O-oh.."

Kalim Al Asim

Unlike the three other dorm leaders,

Kalim actually was interested in you.

As in, he always wondered why you never

Like talking and laughing.

How do you live like that???

I mean, you’re a nurse but... come on!!

He’d very determined to see you smile.

He keeps cracking jokes in front of you,

tries inviting you to parties, to which you refuse,

bring food to you,

just try thinking of every funny thing that comes to mind,

but to no avail.

And he’s been doing it quite often, it’s quite tiring.

Both to Jamil, and his own body.

Every time he tried pulling off anything, 

you always asks if he was alright or hurt anywhere,

to which he cheerfully denied such.

You do follow him though,

and he always talk about random things,

as you listen to him.

But one day, he suddenly fainted in class.

He awoke to find you, looking at him blankly.

“Are you okay?”

“Huh..? S/o, what happened??”

You held out a spoon, a turmeric yellow paste was presented in front of him.

“Medicine. Eat.”

He complied, as he felt the bitterness of it. His face scrunched up.

“Swallow it.”

He slowly swallowed it, as you gave him a glass of water to wash away the bitterness.

“Are you okay?” 

“I think so..”

“I was worried.”

He looked at you, wide eyes. You were worried for him? You cared for him??

He smiled brightly, as pink dusted his cheeks. “Awww, thanks, s/o!”

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[cloudenthusiast2]

To be a human - Scaramouche x reader - Part 1

Synopsis: You knew committing to a relationship Scaramouche would be no easy task but you loved him dearly and unlike others, you believed he wasn't evil. But as a mortal and the devoted protector of your village you were too much of a good person, too much of a human compared to him and your differences slowly start to show.

Next: Part 2

Type: mostly angst, this part is still light tho

Warnings: none... yet

Length: not as long as it seems. I'll try to write the next chapters as soon as possible

Scaramouche turned his back to the mountains he's been staring at to look at the path leading to Qingce village. The sun shone through the fog above the rice fields, colouring everything in golden light. Trees sighed as the gentle morning breeze caressed them while glaze lilies slowly started to close their blossoms.

The view was absolutely mesmerising but it didn't absorb the exoticly dressed, short man even for a minute.

'Finally' he snorted unpatiently as you appeared out of the fog, walking towards him with a big smile. 'What took you so long?'

'Good morning' you answered in a calm, low-key but still visibly cheerful manner.

He mumbled some words to himself but you didn't even try to understand what he was saying. It was probably for the better anyway.

You were both happy you could finally see each other but Scaramouche would obviously never express such feelings, not even towards you. You didn't care so much about that though since the time you spent with trying to bare with him finally paid off. You could confidently say now that you actually knew him and his difficult personality well.

Yes, the constant need to search for clues that could tell you about his hidden emotions was a little tiering but you could usually put up with it.

You haven't been able to see him in a really long time as well. You were living in a small village in Liuye while Scaramouche was always travelling around Teyvat and could only visit you between two jobs. He wasn't the type to write letters so sometimes even months passed without you hearing anything about him.

He came back to you yesterday agter five weeks, to spend a little time in Qingce, the village you lived in and protected with your biggest gift, a Hydro vision.

'Where do you want to go?'

'Doesn't matter.'

'We could go to the forest! It's really pretty in the morning. And later we could pick some chili. I promised Pops Kai that I would bring some to him.'

He didn't react. You knew he didn't like you - his words - 'being a slave of those people' so he just ignored the fact someone requested something from you again.

'How did your last job go?' You asked as you two were slowly walking below the rice fields, watching the sun come up from behind the mountains.

'Could have been worse' he answered curtly. 'Inazuma is a pain in the neck. And there were some... unfortunate events I do not wish to discuss. But at least now I'm back.'

He looked up to the village and his piercing blue eyes narrowed as he took a glance of the neat but definitely archaic looking houses.

'Even this hick town is better than thet hell hole.'

Your facial expression strained for a moment as you heard him insulting the village which happened to be your favourite place all in Teyvat. You calmed your expressions but couldn't help and sting back a little.

'I thought you liked Inazuma' you retorted in a dry tone. 'It's where you're from after all.'

Scaramouche's face immediately darkened and you instantly realised the big mistake you made.

You knew a little about his origins, just enough to understand why he never told about it to you. Regret appeared in you for mentioning his past. At least Scaramouche didn't scold you for it but the air between you two visibly got heavier.

You continued your walk in silence and you couldn't stop cursing yourself for saying such insensitive things. It took two minutes for you to start bickering - this number made you feel sad and stupid.

But then again - he didn't even realise how hard he insulted your village and even if he did, he probably wouldn't regret it by one bit.

You lifted your chin and looked straight into the distance. You could see the various fatui agents scattered around the village, all standing guard for the sixth harbinger next to you.

You didn't like him being a part of the fatui at all but there wasn't much you could do about it. You only hoped and prayed that he one day would leave them after getting enough of the Tsaritsa and her overwhelming, suffocating power. After all, he only joined them because they 'seemed fun' and so far they were more of an annoyance then an genuine source of amusement for him.

'Unless he likes all the bloody tasks they're handing to him' you thought to yourself and then couldn't help but feel a little sick in the stomach.

You loved the man walking next to you but not every part of his personality. Not that part which screamed evil.

You weren't blinded by love. You knew he was indeed cruel sometimes. The part affecting you, his rudeness, his hatred towards any type of affection didn't concern you, it was actually kind of amusing. You loved to tease him about it and when he had an actual soft moment... it was heaven itself.

But you couldn't help but feel worried for others. What was he actually doing behind your back? Did he ever... kill someone? He seemed to be enjoying ending monsters a little too much. And he was quite open about his feelings towards humans. He hated all of them... you were probably the only exception.

'Say, Scara' you decided to broke the silence. He glanced at you, his face and movements still stiff. 'If there was a job suiting you in Liyue...'

'Stop tryna make me quit the fatui' he cut into your words in a harsh tone. 'It's not going to happen.'

'That's not what I was trying to do. I just... want to see you more often. Even after months I can only get a day or two with you... and we're not even alone.'

'If it's the Tsaritsa's order then I will follow it.' You averted your eyes. Barely a sentence in and you were already dejected by his words. 'Even though... I'd like to see you more too.'

You quickly rose your chin just to catch a glance of him rolling his eyes before he quickly turned his head away.

A wide smile lit up your face and you couldn't help but instantly start to gently tease him.

'Oh my, am I mistaken or is the almighty Balladeer actually admitting his oh-so-ridicoulus wishes to a mortal? Scara, are you okay? Yore getting soft, be careful before you get so weak even a slime could defeat you!'

'Just shut up, okay?' He growled at you but you just happily laughed. He's back. 'I'm gonna take my words back if you only show disrespect at...'

'Sure, sure' you smirked. 'Just admit you have a crush on me, Weeky-mouche!'

'Your nicknames are absolutely ridiculous' he claimed, ignoring the rest of the sentence.

'Oh, so what do you want me to call you then?' The temptation was too strong, you couldn't help but wink at him which made him growl in disgust again. 'Sweetheart, perhaps? Or honey?'

'I swear, you're as annoying as that damn red scum' he snorted, referring to his colleague, Childe.

You wanted to continue teasing him but as you turned right on the path you were walking on, a small shilouette - even smaller than Scaramouche's - appeared in front of you.

'Oh, little Yu!' You gasped, recognising the little 4-years-old girl.

Her dark hair was sparkling from the light of the morning sun and it put a tiny fire into her golden eyes as well. She looked like a magical little creature in the mystical forest, surrounded by old trees and young flowers.

A precious smile lit her face up as she saw you and the little girl reached out with both of her hands.

'Miss Y/n!'

You picked her up in an instant. Your favourite thing in guarding Qingce village was the people that lived in it and Yu always had a special place in your heart.

'Are you picking flowers?' You asked her and gently brushed her hair out of her face. 'For who?'

'Mommy' explained the little girl. 'It's her birthday tomorrow!'

'You're a very kind little lady, Yu' you praised her with a gentle smile. Holding a tiny, adorable creature like her was amongst the best feelings you've experienced, next to being with your lover, Scaramouche.

You didn't realise it was mainly because you were completely touch-starved.

Yu nodded but she didn't look at you. You followed her glance and you realised she was staring at Scaramouche.

The man was standing three feet away from you, with crossed arms and a hostile look on his face.

'Who is he?' Little Yu asked from you, fixing her eyes on the unfriendly expression of Scara's.

'His name is Scaramou... Just call him Scara.'

The man and the girl stared at each other.

'You needn't be afraid of him. He doesn't bite' you said jokingly but the little child's face remained serious.

'Why isn't he smiling?' She asked quietly. Scara glared at her.

'He's a little hard to make smile but he's still a good person' you promised her.

'Are you sure?'

Her words were innocent but they hit you really hard. Your breath stopped for a second and the fake smile on your face faded away.

'Now listen here you little...'

'I am sure. Don't worry' you cut down Scaramouche, sending a warning look to him.

He stayed silent but he looked like he could explode at any moment.

Maybe the child was able to sense it, maybe not, but she tried to get out of your hug all of a sudden. You put her down carefully, not forgetting to caress her hair and rosy cheeks even though her words upset both of you.

'I'm gonna go pick more flowers.'

'Yes. Be careful in the forest.' You warned her. 'Call my name if you're in danger!'

She nodded and ran away on her bare feet, looking like a little fairy among the old trees.

Leaving you alone with Scaramouche.

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[i-did-not-mean-to]

Candlelight dinner with Dwalin? 🥺👉🏼 👈🏼 he's such moshi softy I need to melt. Love your writing!

Hey hey...Slowly settling in the new house!

Here's your story

Candles

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“Are you taking me for a fool?” Dwalin shook the tiny candles – three at a time – in annoyance and, for a moment, Kíli thought that he’d throw them at his head.

“Why is everything I procure for people always wrong?” the young man complained; he was of half a mind to let his friends and family members get their shit on their own if they always had something to criticise about the items he brought them.

“Lad,” Dwalin sighed, “I am well afraid that I’ll need bigger candles for a candlelight dinner. It will look ridiculous…”

He relapsed into silence, kneading his huge hands nervously.

Kíli knew what a great, big oaf Dwalin could be and patted his shoulder with affectionate brutality.

“They love you,” Kíli giggled, “they won’t object to tiny candles that make you look even bigger and bulkier for that’s your worry, isn’t it?”

Thorin claimed that Dwalin had looked like a rock upon birth already, and Kí had no trouble believing that seeing how broad and strong the old dwarf was nowadays, but he could also understand that he longed to look right in a romantic setting.

“It kind of is,” Dwalin admitted in an annoyed tone, “I am just not good at this whole spiel; the candles, the tablecloth, the tiny cutlery…I feel like a bumbling fool.”

“It was your idea!” Kíli exclaimed; he was of course unbeatable when it came to spontaneous romantic gestures and could only shake his head at the extreme pains Dwalin – once again – had taken in the meticulous courting of a person who was utterly infatuated with him anyway.

“Well, maybe it was not a good idea!” Dwalin shouted back, always easily drawn into a screaming match by the flippant youth.

“Stop it!” Kíli laughed and gave his old friend and honorary uncle a tiny push, “it will be quite okay. The food is good, I know because I convinced Bombur to let me taste everything, you look dapper, and the candles will be very pretty once they’re lit.”

“You are an old romantic, Dwalin son of Fundin,” they laughed as soon as they came through the door and saw Dwalin trying to fumble the tiny candles into their holder without the flame going out in the process.

His half-bald head snapped up and one of the candles – alight – was crumbled to a clump of wax in his massive fist as his whole body tensed.

“I am a foolish dwarf,” Dwalin mused aloud, “that’s what I am.”

“Dwalin,” they said softly, stepping closer to thread their hand between his arm – pressed tightly against his massive chest – and his torso gently, “I have told you before that you don’t need to do anything you are not comfortable with for my sake.”

Dwalin sighed; it was true that those had been their words, but they deserved all the things he had heard about – and laughed at dismissively as he had to admit ruefully now – from his friends and kinsmen.

If one truly loved another person, one was to show them by lighting candles and organising romantic dinners; everybody said so and he could not imagine loving anyone deeper or more helplessly than them.

“You’re a good man,” they purred, feeling a little guilty for having mocked him ever so lightly for his efforts; to them, it was ludicrous how much he worried about these things when there was no need whatsoever for it.

They knew him to be awkward in those things and hence, they couldn’t quite understand why he kept putting himself through them; it was so painfully obvious how kind and generous he was whenever they saw him interact with other people. How could he still believe that they needed something other or beyond that knowledge?

“Those are very nice candles,” they complimented him – thinking that it might put him at ease – but his face scrunched up in frustration as he explained that he thought that they were too small.

“It doesn’t matter how big or how small the candle is, Dwalin,” his own true love smiled, “it’s all about the light!”

Indeed, the whole room seemed to gleam with the many tiny accents of love and devotion he had sprinkled about; Dwalin usually had no eye for these things, so they took special notice of the wildflowers someone had collected from their favourite spot in the woods and the delicious aroma of wild boar which was one of the dishes they loved the most.

“I just wanted it to be perfect for you,” Dwalin breathed, brushing his lips carefully across theirs before applying a little more pressure and plunging into a passionate kiss as they reciprocated his caresses immediately.

“It is,” they replied, a little breathlessly, “it always is where you are concerned, my love.”

As the meal was served, Dwalin could not help staring at their beauty; no matter how dumb and unsatisfying he found the candles that Kíli had gotten from Nori who probably had stolen them right out of the pot-warmer of some poor unsuspecting widow, he had to admit that the soft golden glow flattered his beloved exceedingly.

They had been made for soft lighting: the afternoon sun, the diamond shine of a starry night or a full moon, candlelight, and lanterns in dark corners.

It seemed as if every single ray was multiplied and reflected by their complexion, their eyes, and their smile; they were wreathed and crowned in ethereal bands of pulsating gold, and he could not avert his eyes.

Once or twice, he stabbed himself in the lip with his fork because he was so distracted by his company.

“Love,” they chuckled, “I will not dissolve into thin air. Eat!”

Dwalin took them by their word but lowering his gaze onto his plate felt like blasphemy and so, his head shot up again and again, washing over them like a soft mist of purest love.

The food tasted better in their company, Dwalin found; the feeling of perfect and utter bliss made him unclench his jaw and relax his shoulders which may have contributed to that effect, but mainly, he felt like their presence amplified everything good and precious in the world.

“Thank you for this lovely evening,” they said as they wiped their rosy mouth on the fine cloth napkin without disturbing the serene smile that lingered on their face every time they were around the gruff warrior with the surprisingly soft heart.

“It was my pleasure,” Dwalin replied, a little embarrassed by the compliment and his inability to reply appropriately.

“May I invite you to walk me home and take some coffee in my sitting room?”

There was a twinkle in their eyes that he could not entirely place; his mouth went dry, and he tried to swallow against the rising tide of panic before nodding slowly.

“Lovely,” they grinned and took his hand to lead him onto that mysterious path only known to them.

And this (most probably) concludes the February Challenge for me!

I am sorry about the delay and I hope you've liked this. Thank you for sending a prompt, it means so much to me <3

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