#are reputation and admiration overrated

[ahb-writes]

Manga Review: 'Skip and Loafer' #5

Skip and Loafer #5 by Misaki Takamatsu

comedy

coming of age

romance

wholesome manga

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

The thin, pearlescent line between adolescent affection and early-adult romance grows thinner and more transparent with each passing season. For some of the girls and boys of SKIP AND LOAFER v5, the signs are obvious. For others, it's a bit more complicated. Regardless of the nature of the inconvenient venture toward that thing called love, one truth is for certain: It's a journey best had with a good friend by one's side.

The end of the calendar year brings with it all sorts of hilarious ponderings from the manga's central cast about the destiny of their relationships. When is it okay to push for romance? How does one deal with the anxiety over pressing too hard? If popularity doesn't bring one comfort, then are reputation and admiration overrated? What the heck is the deal with Christmas gifts? Nobody knows the answers to these questions. But these kids will figure things out, sooner or later, for better or for worse. Probably.

Image and identity have served as stealth themes for much of this manga. Readers haven't had much reason to think the creative team would lean too far into these topics when their characters so wildly and fondly traipse through sports events, exams, school festivals, and the usual gossip. But SKIP AND LOAFER v5 is a much-deserved punch to the gut. Mitsumi's plainness grows more apparent the longer she lives in Tokyo, and the girl dreads the possibility that her comfort in being who she is (i.e., absent most aesthetics of modern femininity) presumes her incapable of navigating her nascent adulthood. And Makoto, the bookworm, takes a chance on witty banter with a guy from her lit club, and all the while she's fighting against the exhaustion and the insecurity that come with stepping out of one's comfort zone.

There's plenty more, too. But on these character notes, readers glide through the frustrations of Mitsumi and Makoto, observing the painful truth that the reason teenage life is so fraught is because it takes so much effort to survive without giving in to dishonesty.

Mitsumi turns to Fumi, Mika, and Auntie Nao for a pep talk and for inspiration. Is makeup necessary? Is femininity necessary? What is femininity to a teenager? And how much is enough? Nao's six-page heart-to-heart on trusting in oneself to know what's "beautiful" is exquisite. As for Makocchan? She has a totally-not-a-date date with Honda, a second-year guy in the lit club. Makoto has the same battle with self-esteem and self-understanding that Mitsumi has, only further magnified by her own earnestness. A trip to book-town, Jinbocho, could bring Makoto and her senpai closer together. How nice should she dress? Should she put her hair up? Why are contact lenses so troublesome? Makoto seeks help from Yuzuki, whose increasingly reliable disposition foretells more best-buds shenanigans in the future.

SKIP AND LOAFER v5 once again validates Takamatsu's manga series as one of the most genuine and sensitive, yet humorously pragmatic titles on the market. And while the girls are the focus of the current volume's main stories, readers engage plenty of awkwardness on the part of Sousuke, Tsukasa (Mukai, Sousuke's even-tempered, childhood friend), and Kento (Yamada, the excitable guy). In a pair of delightful twists, it turns out the girls respect Kento for his honesty, the guys worry about Mitsumi being Sosuke's blind spot, and everybody likes bowling.

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#manga review #review #skip and loafer #misaki takamatsu #mitsumi iwakura #sousuke shima #mika egashira #makoto kurume #kento yamada #yuzuki murashige #adolescent affection #christmas gifts #bookworm #modern femininity #auntie nao

[mtreebeardiles]

Stories from Haven

Just gonna collect Quintas's stories in a collection subdivided by location/game beats. I think I posted this first one here before, but here it is officially (and over on AO3)

Considering the reputation Haven had, Dorian was expecting something a bit more…reverent. 

A storied past -- or was it checkered? -- and its proximity to the Temple of Sacred Ashes should have, at the very least, lent the place a certain character, an atmosphere of mystique, of hushed whispers and wild tales of things seen in the dark of night. 

Mostly it featured the same sort of rough-hewn, slapdash architecture he was beginning to fear was the norm for Ferelden, with an overwhelming stench of wet and dog. Any atmosphere it may have had was overcome with the clash of swords and pitched shouts as the Commander-who-was-definitely-a-Templar tackled the thankless job of turning volunteers into soldiers capable of putting up some degree of a fight.

Probably lost all that mystery once the cult was driven out anyway.

He supposed it could have been worse. Redcliffe had been more robust, better fortified, and the village had offered its fair share of distractions, but it was hard to look at the place and not see all the horrors that had unfolded there -- horrors that very well may still happen, if they didn't put a stop to it. 

And that's why Dorian was here: to help stop it. He'd suffer far worse than suspicious glares and vicious rumors against the bleak backdrop of the rustic south if it meant he could do something, anything, that mattered. 

"You look awfully lost in thought."

His lips were curling up into a grin even before he turned to spot his guest. A responding smile flashed back at him, and maybe it was a touch tired but if Dorian was half as good at reading people as he thought he was, then he could rest assured that it was sincere. Probably one of the only sincere smiles he'd received in this place. 

Not that he needed to be liked; he'd practically cultivated a reputation for being very disliked, and saw no reason for that to change any time soon. Respectability was overrated, anyway.

"I was thinking about cults, actually."

An eyebrow quirked up, one side of the Herald's mouth inching higher in a crooked smile Dorian couldn't help but find charming. 

All of Quintas Lavellan was surprisingly charming, he was discovering -- had been discovering, really, ever since their wild adventure through time. Gossip had reached him before meeting the elf in person, but those whispers hadn't done him justice. He was quiet, but it was the sort of quiet that hid a sharp wit and a dry sense of humor. He was dashing, but in a skills-honed-over-time sort of way. He was decidedly not haughty, and was, quite possibly, one of the most down-to-earth people Dorian had ever met. But then, the rumors had been fueled by humans, and humans didn’t exactly have the best gauge on things elf -- particularly when it came to the Dalish. He imagined a fair amount of them had probably never even met a Dalish elf before in their lives.

"Any specific cult?"

"You're aware of the history of this place, no?"

Quintas shook his head, settling on the bench beside him. "More familiar with Free Marcher history, if I'm honest."

"Oh, right, you're from…"

"Near Ostwick," the elf supplied. "Much farther north." He cocked his head, pursing his lips in thought. Dorian took the opportunity to glance at him sidelong, admire his strong profile. A straight nose defined it, cheekbones a touch on the high side, his gently rounded chin helping to soften it all somewhat. Eyes a pale blue under thick, expressive eyebrows, all capped by auburn hair that perpetually looked like he kept running his fingers through it. 

Dorian bit back another smile as he watched the Herald do exactly that, long, slender fingers winding through his dark locks before he turned toward him again. 

"Was it some Andrastian off-shoot, this cult?" he asked. "I gathered this place was rather important to the Chantry."

"You gathered correctly," Dorian replied with a smile. With Quintas facing him it was easier to see the vallaslin that curled about his left eye, inked in delicate green. "Though they believed they were Andraste's true followers, of course."

"Of course."

"'The Disciples of Andraste,' revering their beloved prophet more than even the Maker, believed she had been reborn to them in the form of a dragon."

Quintas's eyebrows shot up again, a grin teasing at the corners of his lips. 

"You're full of it."

"No, they really did! Word has it the Hero of Ferelden was responsible for…well. I imagine they didn't exactly survive their encounter with him."

"I think I did hear something about the Urn," Quintas mused. "When we were in Redcliffe, Connor mentioned something about it curing his father?"

"The Ashes were said to have healing and restorative properties," Dorian agreed. "Fascinating. Would've loved to have seen that myself."

"And the cult?"

"Maybe not up close and personal," Dorian admitted with a laugh. "But to read Brother Genitivi's writings firsthand would have been worth the risk of coming South, although maybe not during the Blight..."

"Hmm, that's another name I've heard mentioned."

"Genitivi? Very prominent scholar and writer." Dorian glanced over at him again, cocking his head. "How much do you know of the Chantry?"

At that Quintas shrugged. "A few things, I suppose. Enough to know not all of the Chantry's followers are in agreement, but then that whole civil war and Conclave thing kind of tipped me off." He slid his gaze to Dorian, a sly smile tugging at his lips. "Why?" he went on, dropping his voice to a low rumble of a whisper. "Do you think it unbecoming of her Herald to know so little about Andraste?"

Dorian couldn't help it --  the shift in pitch, the glint in his eyes and the way he widened them culminating in the desired effect of making the mage laugh. An honest, unabashed sort of laughter Dorian hadn't thought he'd had in him after all these years. But that was just another facet of Quintas, he was discovering: he caught people off-guard.

"It may land you in some hot water," he replied, shaking his head. "Well, hotter water."

"Positively boiling," Quintas agreed sagely, leaning back against the rough wooden wall of the truly humble abode that served Dorian as shelter in this place. "If I'm not careful I might inspire some cults of my own."

"Is that not sacrilegious amongst the Dalish, then?"

He'd meant it as a joke, but Quintas merely shrugged, giving it actual thought. 

"I'm sure they wouldn't like it."

"…'they?'"

"Well, we. The Dalish as a collective group. I wouldn't like it, personally, but not in terms of blasphemy."

"Oh?"

"Not wild about the attention."

Dorian snorted at that, leaning back himself. "I have some very bad news for you, then."

Another slow, small smile, and he wondered what was on the elf's mind, where his thoughts drifted when he gazed up at the sky like he was now. He followed his line of sight, picking out the constellations in the cloudless heavens. What did the stars say to him? Mean to him? What stories did they hold, and how different were they from his own?

"Definitely not great for avoiding attention, is it?" he whispered after a moment, drawing Dorian back down to earth. The mage hummed, turning, and saw the elf had drawn a leg up, foot braced on the bench, arm resting on his knee so he could better see his hand and the mark it bore. It crackled slightly and Quintas shook his hand out, as if discharging some of that built-up energy. 

"I'm afraid not." His eyes were drawn to it, squinting a little past the glow and just making out the delicate runes engraved in the elf's hand. "But at least it's useful in some capacity."

"Some," Quintas agreed, gently curling his fingers into a fist. He tilted his head back, but his gaze was drawn to Dorian this time. "I wish I could remember how I got it." And maybe it was the moonlight and the way it fell all around him, maybe it was the pleasant deepness of his voice, but Dorian was struck, suddenly, with how beautiful he was. He'd thought it before, had noticed his finer qualities back at Redcliffe and on the trek here, but he hadn't known him as well then. An acknowledgement of attraction with no substance, but now…

Dorian cleared his throat, pulling his gaze away from that blue intensity. "Well, if that's a thinly veiled request to go gallivanting through time again, I'm afraid it's out of the question."

Quintas chuckled, and Dorian glanced over in time to see the elf get to his feet. He stretched, and Dorian did his best not to follow the lines of his body, lithe and more muscled than one would have expected, shoulders broadened from years of archery, but it was a futile effort. He was reasonably sure Quintas didn't notice. 

The Herald turned, flashing him another crooked smile.

Reasonably.

"Well you're no fun," he teased, eyes glinting, mischievous, and Dorian scoffed. 

"I am plenty fun, I assure you," he retorted, and that smirk widened. 

"Guess you'll just have to prove that to me one of these days, hm?" and Dorian felt himself grow flustered, like some delicate flower, and Quintas had no business lowering the pitch of his voice so effectively. Dorian was no wilting wallflower; he wasn't one to blush, to get hot and bothered, especially since the bulk of their conversation this evening had been about cults. 

Get a grip, man. 

Quintas, the shameless rogue, merely winked before slipping away as quietly as he'd come. 

#my writing #Quintas Lavellan #Dorian Pavus #Inquisitor Lavellan #male inquisitor #Lavellan x Dorian #Dragon Age #Stories from Haven

[aloeanemonabee27]

OP ASL(U) Red Ridinghood au (rewrite soon)

This is another of my aus I have in mind, the subject might be overrated and probably you can get an idea of it and this one lives rent free in my mind. Just to clarify by now, vampires don't exist in this au, and in the ASL vampire au werewolves don't exist. With nothing else to see other than sorry for my grammar, moving on...

This starts in Raftel, the most extended and influential country in the world, is located in the middle of the four blues territories, surrounded by the most extended forest, facing face to face to the Grand line mountains, the most mysterious place in the world and far of reach of men. As good reputation and fame these place has it also has a controversial side, what I just described was the surface however when you look closely enough you can see the amount of injustice these place has, not only that but the threat leaning upon these region which were werewolves. At first it may sound like a joke or maybe nothing worth of preoccupation, but don't let this fool you, from the longest of times werewolves and humans always were at conflict and where it was more concentrated was Raftel. Werewolves could've easily won if it weren't for the intervention of the ridinghood corpse, unlike any other military corpses the ridinghoods are specialized in dangerous creatures that in the Grand line forest, especially werewolves. Ever since then, there's been this war between ridinghoods and werewolves and the hate between each other is mutual. The grand line forest is no average forest, unlike any other this forest holds to many secrets, the flora and fauna that are like no other which is why some curious souls want to discover. However the Grand line forest isn't for everyone, this is the place where only the strongest survives, you need to be careful on these grounds especially if you're a ridinghood. But what would happened if a boy in a red ridinghood and a strawhat gives another meaning to these hood?

Monkey D. Luffy, a red ridinghood boy with a heart of gold who works for the ridinghood corpse (against his will), a boy who doesn't follow anyone's desires, often follows his instinct for the greater good if it means protecting those who he loves, a boy with such a carefree nature and charisma that is impossible not to fall for his charm. A boy who doesn't let anyone tell him what to do and has no problem in stepping in on what seems or is correct. Contrary to what the ridinghoods are trained for Luffy does the exact opposite of things, instead of ending business like are trained for, he is kind with these creatures and let's them live despite what the corpse says or wants, unless they give him a reason to think otherwise.

Unknown to him, among the creatures of the forest he has little fame of the strange red ridinghood boy, they don't see him as a savior as such but they simply find fascinating, endering even, of a ridinghood boy to let the creatures alive to tell the story, which is unbelievable that a ridinghood among all people to show this kind of compassion and let that as a fairy tail.

Is common to see Luffy being scolded for not finishing his job as a ridinghood should, then again he care less about it and often has fights with his grandfather about this matter every single day. Luffy has his own team squad which he is the captain, people could either admire them, reject them or even talk pestilence behind their back, in the eyes of strangers they are weirdos or even monsters but to Luffy is more than just a team squad, they are his nakama and they feel the same way towards their silly captain. Starting with Zoro, he's the right hand man and the first best friend for Luffy (for Zoro is the second but shhh), a green ridinghood and a swordsman, a warrior of first class and like Luffy is bound to do anything to protect his nakama. Next one is Nami, a copper ridinghood, first class thief and the best navigator of the corpse, the one who keep the team at bay from their stupidity, especially the stupidity of her captain which often leaves in headaches. Usopp, a grey ridinghood, a liar and the sniper of the team, he is the perfect guy to call if you want him to shoot somebody in a creative way and nobody can doubt his skills. Sanji is a blue ridinghood, chainsmoker, a gentleman, and the cook of the squad, his food is to die for, a kind man that doesn't let nobody starve and even if you see him as weak that is the worst mistake you can assume of him. Chopper, a brown ridinghood and the team's doctor, even if he's the youngest team member, he works hard on his knowledge on medicine and experimentation on new medicine and he shares the same compassion of Luffy for other creatures and not just average ones. Robin is a purple ridinghood and the archeologist of the team, unlike the other members she is older than them, in all her years of traveling to discover the unknown is what makes her a valuable member in the corpse, for them she holds value more than her knowledge and she knows she is loved and welcome. Franky is a yellow ridinghood and the handyman of the squad, anything the squad needs he has it and if it doesn't exist he builds it. Brook is a black ridinghood, not only the musician of the team but a veteran warrior too, after years of being alone of grief because of the lose of his former squad he joined Luffy and he couldn't been happier.

What can identify Luffy are two particular things, his strawhat that lays on his head at all times and an old bite mark on his shoulder. He takes the strawhat anywhere he goes and god have mercy on the poor soul who dares to even lay a hand on that precious strawhat. People ask about it, even his nakama asked what that strawhat meant to him, they even ask what happened that he earned that mark, which he always replies with an "I don't know". Luffy doesn't know why but he always had a connection, not only with the strawhat but with the bite mark too, the strawhat means is something important that he's missing in his life, it felt like a promise. In his dreams whenever there's a moment, it appears blury fragments of memories he doesn't recall, a man, the same man who gives him the strawhat telling him that this precious strawhat is the symbol of their promise and ti take good care of it, promise of what? Then another fragments appears, three silhouettes of three children who are calling to him, to return to them and everytime Luffy tries to reach them he wakes up. Everytime Luffy wakes up his bite mark aches, and every single time without fail he looks at the Grand line forest and his aches ceases. Is like the forest is calling to him, what is missing in his life is calling to him, whatever it is wants to reunite with him in the forest and he doesn't knows what. He's not afraid of the unknown, more like it excites him to discover what is missing, Luffy is stubborn and he has no plans in staying in the corpse forever. Maybe this calls for an adventure, he's been stuck in this place long enough.

And this is it, any questions are welcome

#random #one piece #one piece sabo #sleep deprivation #monkey d. luffy #one piece ace #asl brothers #one piece luffy #mugiwara no luffy #hiken no ace #fire fist ace #one piece au #fantasy #red ridding hood #forest #grand line #one piece zoro #roronoa zoro #one piece sanji #one piece nami #one piece brook #black leg sanji #tony tony chopper #vinsmoke sanji #nico robin #ussop #franky #strawhats

[byneddiedingo]

Joseph Cotten, Orson Welles, and Everett Sloane in Citizen Kane (Orson Welles, 1941)

Cast: Orson Welles, Joseph Cotten, Dorothy Comingore, Agnes Moorhead, Ruth Warrick, Ray Collins, Erskine Sanford, Everett Sloane, William Alland, Paul Stewart, George Coulouris. Screenplay: Orson Welles, Herman J. Mankiewicz. Cinematography: Gregg Toland. Art direction: Van Nest Polglase, Perry Ferguson. Film editing: Robert Wise. Music: Bernard Herrmann. 

Things I don't like about Citizen Kane:

The "News on the March" montage. It's an efficient way of cluing the audience in to what it's about to see, but is it necessary? And was it necessary to make it a parody of "The March of Time" newsreel, down to the use of the Timespeak so deftly lampooned by Wolcott Gibbs ("Backward ran sentences until reeled the mind")? 

Susan Alexander Kane. Not only did Orson Welles leave himself open to charges that he was caricaturing William Randolph Hearst's relationship with his mistress, Marion Davies, but he also unwittingly damaged Davies's lasting reputation as a skillful comic actress. We still read today that Susan Alexander (whose minor talent Kane exploits cruelly) is to be identified as Welles's portrait of Davies, when in fact Welles admired Davies's work. But beyond that, Susan (Dorothy Comingore) is an underwritten and inconsistent character -- at one point a sweet and trusting object of Kane's affections and later in the film a vituperative, illiterate shrew and still later a drunk. What was it in her that Kane initially saw? From the moment she first lunges at the high notes in "Una voce poco fa," it's clear to anyone, unless Kane is supposed to have a tin ear, that she has no future as an opera star. Does she exist in the film primarily to demonstrate Kane's arrogance of power? A related quibble: I find the portrayal of her exasperated Italian music teacher, Matiste (Fortunio Bonanova), a silly, intrusive bit of tired comic relief.  

Rosebud. The most famous of all MacGuffins, the thing on which the plot of Citizen Kane depends. It's not just that the explanation of how it became so widely known as Kane's last word is so feeble -- was the sinister butler, Raymond (Paul Stewart) in the room when Kane died, as he seems to say? -- it's that the sled itself puts so much psychological weight on Kane's lost childhood, which we see only in the scenes of his squabbling parents (Agnes Moorehead and Harry Shannon). The defense insists that the emphasis on Rosebud is mistakenly put there by the eager press, and that the point is that we often try to explain the complexity of a life by seizing on the wrong thing. But that seems to me to burden the film with more message than it conveys. 

And yet, and yet ... it's one of the great films. Its exploration of film technique, particularly by Gregg Toland's deep-focus photography, is breathtaking. Perry Ferguson's sets (though credited to RKO art department head Van Nest Polglase) loom magnificently over the action. Bernard Herrmann's score -- it was his first film -- is legendary. And it is certainly one of the great directing debuts in film history. But I don't think it's the greatest film ever made. In the top ten, maybe, but it seems to me artificial and mechanical in comparison to the depiction of actual human life in Tokyo Story (Yasujiro Ozu, 1953), the elevation of the gangster genre to incisive social and political critique in the first two Godfather films (Francis Ford Coppola, 1972, 1974), the delicious explorations of obsessive behavior in any number of Alfred Hitchcock movies, the epic treatment of Russian history in Andrei Rublev (Andrei Tarkovsky, 1966), and the tribulations of growing up in the Apu trilogy (Satyajit Ray, 1955, 1956, 1959). And there are lots of films by Howard Hawks, Preston Sturges, Luis Buñuel, François Truffaut, Robert Bresson, and Jean-Luc Godard that I would rewatch before I decide to watch Kane again. There are times when I think Welles's debut film has been overrated because he had a great start, battled a formidable foe in William Randolph Hearst, and inadvertently revealed how conventional Hollywood filmmaking was -- for which Hollywood never forgave him. It's common to say that Citizen Kane was prophetic, because the downfall of Charles Foster Kane anticipated the downfall of Orson Welles. That's oversimple, but like many oversimplifications it contains a germ of truth. 

#Citizen Kane #Orson Welles #Joseph Cotten #Everett Sloane

[yostresswritinggirl]

My goodness, I- I did not expect this one to blow up like this. Then again you guys are so goddamn unpredictable, be glad I love you all hhhhh- this will be the last installation of Universe Reversal and it has been a nice yet wild ride for this mini-series pfft. Thank you to the anon with the brilliant mind who started this, I didn't include Kaeya here since he's already fleshed out in the asks convos we had.

Universe Reversal 3

Genshin Impact Character Reader and Modern Players with Venti and Diluc (how they simp for you) (event masterlist / Part 1 / Part 2 / Extras)

Venti the Multi-Account User

This unhinged boyo has made multiple accounts for different servers, and no one really knows how many he uses or how many he's active on (it's 2), nor the reason why he even did this strategy in the first place.

How he pulled you: This little gremlin was messing around with his alt account and saw that he still had some leftover primogems in it, enough for ten pulls. And he was like, why not? He's already ran out of chances in his main account, he wasn't hoping much— so when that glorious golden meteor appear, he froze.

And then he freaked out, both in triumph and anger, because OMG you came home!!! In the WRONG account!!! ¡¡! ¡¡!

Bragging about it to his friends, and when he gets his congratulations, he's gonna come out and say it was on his alt account. And all hell breaks loose.

He's gonna spend most of his days trying to debate over his head what's he gonna do about his predicament, while farming materials not just for you but for the other characters as well. He doesn't have a well-bred team in that account so...

He'll be spending most of his time in that account during the hype, of course, and he's gonna be the gamer that would be staying up so late just to get everything geared up and maxed out.

Venti usually used you in co-op to flex on his pull, and dons your character as his profile. His grinding has raised you to at least C1 with the second best weapon for you, and a decent set of artifacts. He built you as sub dps tho, unlike the other players here.

This is obvious but he likes using you for gliding, because your character reacts so happily when doing so and he finds it really cute. He also ends up idling a lot and watches your idle animation, gif'd and all.

One of the very few characters who would actually cosplay as you, if it's possible. Shameless and proud for it too.

May or may not have attracted some specific fans.

You coming home has sparked the vigor of gaming for him once again, and became more engaged to the community and- holy shit, you have so many fan materials.

Venti may or may not have participated in the ship wars and best character wars alongside Childe and Kaeya.

One of the remixers and character theme/fan-made songs type of fan in the community, very prestigious too. He aims to offers his works to the devs too, even if it's just for small promotional materials.

"The game just become so much more enjoyable and pleasing to play when I got them! Even if I had to switch accounts, it's was sooo worth it." sad neglected account noises

Favorite Voicelines: Feelings About Ascension, All your trailers (What do you mean this is not a voiceline?)

Diluc the Beta Tester

One of the lucky people to be able to play the beta version of the game, as he had been very critical in checking for bugs and suggestions even if he has his own work.

How he pulled you: Mentioned this before, he wasn't meant to pull for you really, he was there for the other characters in your banner, but you ended up coming home to him instead.

It's not that he doesn't LIKE you, it's nothing personal, it's just that his team/playstyle doesn't really let you fit in to his game? But hey, at least he knows you're good, so instead of neglecting you he decided to build you up as well just to see.

Diluc now has the strongest (Y/N) build in the whole game.

Was forced by his brother to make a video/tutorial for your character, and he found it quite enjoyable. So many people thanked him and supported his video for it, dedicated fans to your character and building.

Diluc warms up to your character soon after and sees you in a better light. Starts reading more about you and sees how nice your story was well made, and admires the beauty of your ult animation a tad bit too much.

His reputation suddenly became connected to you, like speedrunning, soloing and powerful builds with/for your character.

If there were any bugs or fixes regarding your character, he's the first to notice and report in full detail to Mihoyo. Because of this your release had been unusually flawless and well-liked by the community, but he wouldn't know much since he's not that engaged to the fandom.

He doesn't notice his bias to you and if he gets called out, he's gonna vehemently deny the fuck outta it. He's a beta player, he needs to analyze all characters equally, damn it.

He may or maaaaay not be one of the cause of your character getting leaked before your actual release; Kaeya may or maaaay not be related to this. Don't worry tho, he's not under any danger, yet.

He has a big chance of being a new character's VA that's closely tied to you and he's unsure yet on how to deal about the offer.

If a casual criticizes your character, especially when they insult that you're too overrated, he's there to pull out the right facts and rants to shit the fucker up.

Silently helped with the popularity poll and made you the most liked character for a very long time.

One of the people obsessed with your idle animation and voicelines, and had listened to all of your lines in ALL languages. For uh, for work purposes, of course. Will fight that your English VA is the best and suiting voice for you.

He's kinda tsun on liking your character in a simping kind of sense? So it's like subtle in which he silently buys one merch of yours, total opposite of Kaeya with his Dakimakura-

"One of the best characters Mihoyo has released so far. I'm guilty I almost didn't try getting them, but now I'm on the shi- train for vouching as best player."

Favorite Voicelines: Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening/Night, Attack Dialogues

@ellitx @moaa @zelos-simp @legionqueensav @dandelion-dreams @snackgod @rxsalinee @cala-ran @wind-wheel

#genshin impact x reader #Venti x Reader #diluc x reader #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact diluc #genshin impact venti #exile.goblet #exile.flower #sojourner specials #finally done with this one ahahaha #gender neutral

[returnn-of-the-mac]

I love the swap dialogue format! Maybe one for Scribe Haylen?

Companion Swap Dialogue: Scribe Haylen

Preston

Haylen: The Minutemen’s work to bring the Commonwealth together is truly admirable!

Preston: [flattered] Oh…well, thank you! It’s refreshing to hear that.

…

Preston: Be careful out there!

Haylen: I don’t think you have anything to worry about.

Curie

Haylen: You are an infirmary engineer and researcher? Incredible! We’ll have to discuss our findings sometime!

Curie: I would love to compare data!

…

Curie: Madam Haylen! Do you need any medical zupplies before you ‘ead out?

Haylen: I think I’m fully stocked! Appreciate it though!

Danse

Haylen: Take care out there you two! Stay safe!

Danse: Will do. Thank you, Haylen.

…

Danse: [worried] I know you’re capable, but if you ever find yourself in hot water, don’t hesitate to send out a signal. I’ll be there.

Haylen: We can handle it! But thank you, sir. Ad Victorum!

Codsworth

Haylen: [intrigued] You’re one of the first functional Mr. Handy’s I’ve seen around here!

Codsworth: Yes; and every day I am grateful that I am not stuck in an eternal dialogue loop!

…

Codsworth: Good luck out there, Ms. Haylen!

Haylen: Thanks, Codsworth!

Piper

Haylen: Piper Wright!? Wow! I’m a huge fan of your paper!

Piper: [flustered] Hey, thanks! I’m glad you like it!

…

Piper: Try not to die!

Haylen: Duly noted!

Strong

Haylen: [to Sole] …Don’t get eaten…

Strong: Strong no eat friend, stupid human!

…

Strong: Why human travel with this human? This one weak!

Haylen: [annoyed] I’ll show you weak.

Deacon

Haylen: [to Sole] Remember: take everything he says with a grain of salt.

Deacon: I’m more of a pepper guy, myself.

…

Deacon: What’s a talented gal like you doing wasting your time with the Brotherhood?

Haylen: It’s a better use of my time than trying to liberate toasters.

MacCready

Haylen: Have you been affiliated with the Brotherhood before? Your mannerisms in combat and marksman abilities seem similar to our training program.

MacCready: [sarcastic] Damn. Am I really that much of a walking red flag?

…

MacCready: [to Sole] Well, I hope you enjoyed the fun while it lasted.

Haylen: Just because I’m not a miscreant like you doesn’t mean I don’t know how to have a good time.

Hancock

Haylen: Try not to do anything too stupid out there. I have limited access to medical supplies out here.

Hancock: No promises, sister.

…

Hancock: [flirty, joking] Are you an irregular ECG? Because you make my heart skip a beat!

Haylen: Gross.

Gage

Haylen: I’ll never understand how you Raiders can just mercilessly kill innocents. It’s shameful.

Gage: You Brotherhood guys ain’t all that different, sis.

…

Gage: Yer runnin with the Brotherhood now? They’re a whole different kinda heinous.

Haylen: [defensive; scoffing] Oh, you’re one to call an organization heinous. We have nothing but good intentions, civilian.

X6-88

Haylen: Why does the Institute insist on wreaking havoc on the Commonwealth? Why don’t you all just stay in your lane?

X6-88: Our intentions are none of your business.

…

X6-88: Don’t do anything you would regret, [sir/ma’am]. The Institute does not take kindly to treacherous activity.

Haylen: [coldly] What they do is at their own discretion, sir.

Longfellow

Haylen: You’re from Far Harbor, huh? I’ve always wanted to see the ocean.

Longfellow: Nah, ya don’t. It’s overrated. It’s ridden with dead fish and seaweed and stinks like mirelurk.

…

Longfellow: Don’t be afraid to harpoon the threatening shit.

Haylen: Er…thanks for that…useful…advice?

Nick

Haylen: Detective Valentine! I know it must sound strange coming from me, but I truly admire you. Just…keep that between us.

Nick: You got it, sweetheart.

…

Nick: Be careful out there. You Brotherhood folks don’t have the best reputation.

Haylen: It’s alright! I don’t think it’ll be an issue.

Cait

Haylen: I hope I’m not making a mistake by leaving our friend with you.

Cait: Darlin, the only mistake made was our friend decidin to travel with a stick-in-the-mud.

…

Cait: [annoyed] Fine, have all the fun without me.

Haylen: Much obliged.

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[thefairyletters]

Ask me a ship and I'll tell you:

NaruSaku

Who proposed to the other first?

Naruto.

It took several practice sessions with Iruka (because Sasuke refused) pretending to be Sakura for Naruto to master the trick of kneeling and presenting the ring with an air of confidence. But when it mattered, Naruto tipped over his shoelaces (he never worn formal attire ever), accidently knocked over the table (somehow) and bumped straight into Sakura (some ninja he was), and that was how both got kicked out of the very expensive restaurant for causing ruckus.

But when Sakura said she thought "formal proposals were overrated anyway", he took her to Ichiraku, looked her dead in the eye while slurping on ramen, passed her the ring and popped the question illegibly.

Sakura understood anyway and threw a ring she brought for him on his face. She never said 'yes' but she didn't need to.

Who kissed the other first?

Naruto.

It was during a mission. They almost got caught by enemy guards (thanks to Naruto who doesn't know what it means to whisper) while they were following their target. Naruto did the only thing that would have possibly given them an edge. He pulled her to shade and initiated the kiss. Sakura only made sure they looked very convincing. Regardless to say, they got (kicked) out from the location, but without damage.

Later, this kiss inspired many more kisses that they began to steal from each other in the dark.

Who gives a good-morning kiss to other?

Sakura.

Although Naruto is always in bliss whenever Sakura stays night at his place and he is always up early if only to see her wake, it is Sakura who, when she wakes up, sleepily, kisses him first and gets out of the bed to prepare for the day. He always remain in bed until the shower is turned on.

Who likes to play with other's hair?

Naruto.

Between two of them, they both know it is Naruto's hair that is much softer to touch. It wasn't always like that of course.

But Naruto has always found Sakura's hair to be the prettiest thing he's ever seen. The way sunshine would turn it gold, and moonlight silver, has always amazed him. He would give special attention to her hair whenever they'd make love and cuddle. Once Sakura asked if he loved her only for her hair, which he doesn't refute, much to Sakura's chargin and amusement.

Who likes to play footsies?

Sakura.

There was something innately sexy about Sakura's arms and legs. It could be that she's got the best built – one that is lean and strong all the same – out of their peers. Naruto's breath hitch every time those legs brush his and her heels trace an imaginary line on his calves. They know they should focus on the meeting. They know it was inappropriate for a Hokage to be distracted in the middle of the what could be a very important meeting. But they also know his very playful and intelligent wife was adept at takes noting of everything. Everything.

Who is the dominant one?

Kurama.

As much as Sakura loves to be on the top, it becomes hard when a demon houses in your lover's body. More often than not, Kurama who more or less has become a part of their relationship would take over Naruto's body whenever Sakura would cross a particular threshold of dominance tolerated to her. Apparently, it was insulting for an alpha male like Kurama to be taken from above by a mere mortal woman, even if the said woman was his host's wife. Not that it was his body she was making love to in first place.

It's only because Naruto could feel everything even when Kurama takes his body that they put up with his sexism. Besides, Sakura doesn't mind.

Who likes to keep a picture of the other with them all the time?

Both.

They each wear a necklace bearing each other's photo inside, to remind themselves of the times they were missing out on, of their significant other waiting for them at return home, to keep them company for the late nights when they get too busy with their duties.

Who likes to buy the other gifts?

Naruto.

He always send his clones to get Sakura flowers to cheer her up on days he hears about loss in the hospital. He often requests Gaara for new poisons he knows Sakura will enjoy in her lab. He takes her out on dates even after years of marriage – particularly to that very expensive restaurant, where he had planned to propose to her, that had kicked them out. They act deliberately loud in that one, but they don't get kicked out of course. Nobody minds what you do when you have power.

Most days, they don't send gifts for one another not because they couldn't but because those things don't spark joy in the face of the brighter things. Like, when Sakura comes to pick him up from office after her late shift, knowing he would still be cooped up in his office because he lost track of time.

Who takes initiative in making physical contact?

Sakura.

She would hit him whenever he would make a mistake, forget something important, or skip meals. Then, next moment she would be patting him like he were a dog, kiss his woes away and be on her merry way. She would come to his office to check if he had his lunch, and would force feed him if he hadn't (more often than not). She would drag him out of his office if he isn't home by 12 or would stay and help him until the work is done. She wasn't gentle nor romantic by any stretch, but she would always touch him for one reason or other.

Who plans their dates?

Naruto.

His clones come in handy. They'd scout the area and report back their findings. Naruto would jot it all down, highlighting their specialities, an habit Shikamaru and Sakura drilled into him, and allows Sakura to make her choice for their next date. Life is simple for them when it comes to making choices. It is when they are together that life becomes exciting.

Who was shy on their first date?

Neither.

Their first date had been no different than any normal meetups they've had before. Except with lingering touches, an innocent kiss turned make up session, and a hug.

Who wakes up the other?

Before marriage: Naruto would wake up first and help Sakura get started on her day – would make her coffee just the way she liked, set her outfit out by the vanity, make sure her bag is set just so she doesn't miss her files, and make bath for them. He would join her on the bed, and wait for her to wake up so he could get his prize for his hardwork.

After marriage: They'd both be too exhausted to find energy in them to wake up. Sakura would be the first to get out of the bed, but only after giving Naruto his customary kiss, and would set bath for them. Her husband would still be lost to the world so she would carry his sleepy ass into bath and prepare him for the day so they could once again be on their way to face the world.

Who was shy in taking their relationship to next level?

Sakura.

When Naruto and Sakura engaged in a kiss that was more passionate than they ever experienced before, Sakura knew what was coming. Her mind was a turmoil of emotions that had nothing to do with the heat that flared inside her body.

Sakura was no stranger to kisses. She liked – no, loved – kissing Naruto senseless. She could think of hundred ways that could make Naruto respond to her with only a kiss, and she loved that he loved kissing her. But, her body was her vulnerability. She could think hard but still would draw blank if it's about telling one positive detail about her body. Naruto always looked at her like she was the only woman in the world – and while the sentiment was flattering, it meant expectations. She was terrified of disappointing him. She didn't want to consider the possibility of him finding her body undesirable. They were dating, not married. He had no ties to her, he was free to find someone who he'd be attracted to, a better life, with someone who'd be a lot, lot better than her. She loved him, and she knew he loved her, but the chances of her messing this up were astronomical and –

Naruto pulled away from the kiss to look at her, to understand why she froze in his arms. He didn't understand the reason behind her anxiety – why she would freeze whenever his hands would inch a little too close to her chest or a little below her hips – so he did what she really wanted him to: stop.

One night, Sakura murmured her fears into his ears and Naruto, who had never seen her look so timid and breakable, gave her what she needed the most: time.

Time until marriage so she wouldn't have a reason to be afraid.

Who hogs up the blankets in their sleep?

Naruto.

When it happened for the nth time, Sakura threatened to kick Naruto out of the bed with only his dear blankets to shelter him from cold. He nodded his consent of course, but it repeated the next day and the day after, too, but Sakura is nothing if not adaptable, so she has thus learnt to keep another blanket on her side of the bed so she doesn't die in her sleep on cold mornings.

Who is easy to get jealous?

Sakura.

You can't help some things from happening when your boyfriend-turned-husband is a war-hero, as Sakura learnt it one week into her dating him. While she isn't bothered per se – being considered quite a hit among men and popular across countries herself – but there is a bold line between people admiring your lover and people feeling up your lover.

It is only because her reputation and her glare which is known to promise suffering that people scurry away from Naruto whenever she is in the vicinity.

No, Sakura is just worried for Naruto. She knows her husband wouldn't try things if he knows what's best for him.

Who cooks in the house?

Naruto.

Sakura can't cook rice to save her life. Period. Everyone in team 7 is well-aware about her inability to be domestic in general. Naruto finds it endearing most of the times– times when she is not attempting to make him her test subject for her culinary experiments.

They don't need chef to make them dinner when they return home, Naruto always makes sure to send a clone to make them dinner. Sakura has more than once told him that she was the luckiest woman in the world to have him as her husband. He makes them fresh bentos through clones. He tries new recipes whenever he gets a day off and surprises Sakura with his skills. Their sundays involve just them and their kitchen.

Sakura still insists on making them dinner whenever she could. She learnt to make a decent ramen after a month long – disastrous – training from Ayame. Although Sakura always adds too much of something, Naruto always licks his bowl clean because to him her ramen is only second to Ichiraku.

Who 'protects' and who 'nurtures'?

Sakura protects him.

Naruto nurtures her.

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(Ask me a ship! But not in the comments section lol)

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[francoengberg16]

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[shepherds-of-haven]

What would each ROs spirit animal be, and why?

Hi there, I’ve answered this before here, here, and here!

(However, it was recently brought to my attention by a kind person that use of the phrase “spirit animal” by non-Native people could be offensive or appropriating, so I won’t be using it anymore. I think guardian animal or patronus is better, so that’s what I’ll be using in my tags and whatnot from now on!)

I took this quiz for each of the ROs to see if their answers differed from what I’d put for them before, so here are their results:

Blade: Sable. Cool and confident - if not a little over-polished - sables are the most graceful of the herbivore personalities. With their outstanding physical presence and successful work ethic, they enjoy the universal admiration from colleagues and friends. Dapper in dress and noble in bearing, their tastes and lifestyle are refined and restrained and they disapprove of flashy or ostentatious behavior in any form.

Trouble: Zebra. Loyal and strong .Those that come into contact with the zebra find it to be a powerfully loyal and intelligent friend. Its black and white nature shuns the gray zones of compromise, and its decided idealism is incapable of accepting defeat in an argument. Zebras find it difficult to be punctual when it comes to meeting commitments that have little value to them, and close examination of this trait reveals the subtle arrogance that pervades the zebra's personality.

Tallys: Owl.  A creature of great integrity, the owl’s quiet demeanor accords it an air of mystery and diffidence, and it is widely recognized as a serene, wise observer of human society. Always well-groomed, it is a noble individual with elegantly chiseled features that border on the fine edge of beauty and homeliness. Owls have developed quite a reputation for intelligence, but it's really their calm, insightful natures that give this impression. Instead of an intellectual approach to life, they employ their deeper spiritual senses to guide them and -- like their nocturnal cohorts the bats -- have a deeply philosophical bent. Owls are not without their assertive side, however, and won't hesitate to use their razor-sharp tongues to settle arguments. 

Shery: Mole. Physically, moles are not awe-inspiring individuals. Their pale skin and plump physique are usually accompanied by thick glasses or contacts that compensate for poor eyesight. However, they are comfortable with their flaccid bodies and seek companionship with others who appreciate their more philosophical qualities. Passive and unassertive, they prefer to retreat at the first sign of confrontation and would rather run than take physical action. (Okay, this one seems meaner than the others?! Dead-on about the poor eyesight though gfdkjgfdlg??)

Riel: Penguin. Aggressive yet gentle, outgoing but shy, stable yet flighty - everyone sees the penguin in a different way. It's that black and white thing: the penguin only reveals the side that it wants to you to see. So whether you like this darling-devil or not, you have to concede that it's a fascinating and enigmatic individual. Penguins are birds condemned to live out their days on the ground. Unable to fly, their excess energy has no outlet save their creative talents and emotional outbursts. Penguins are poetic, artistic, and intellectually gifted, and as writers penguins have no equal. But, if unable to channel their impulses in a positive way, the resulting turmoil proves damaging to their relationships and careers. Penguins are deceptively intelligent and are particularly animated when intellectually challenged. They excel at word games and puzzles but are modest about their abilities and are generally underestimated by others.

Chase: Deer. Gorgeous yet capricious. This beautiful and delicate creature is a classic example of a prey species, and with few defenses other than its nimble mind and agile body it must be constantly on the lookout for danger. Deer are active and lithe creatures with little excess body fat, and enjoy and excel at most athletic pursuits. Their athleticism and grace may well create a fine first impression; it often masks a scatterbrained and emotionally taxing inner core. Best known for their highly-strung and skittish behavior, deer personalities are shy and demure. With a propensity to withdraw emotionally for fear of getting hurt, deer often struggle to settle down, and their motivations are certainly difficult to predict. Because their coquettish behavior is rooted in deeply buried insecurities, deer are drawn to the entertainment industry as actors and models, where -- by hiding behind the mask of characters --they find temporary refuge from the painful elements in their own lives.

Red: Fox. Astute and flirtatious. These agile-minded personalities are always active and -- although they never go out of their way to harm others -- have developed an unfair reputation for slyness and manipulation. Appealing, cerebral and of average size, the fox displays the typical canine qualities of loyalty, passion and creativity. Largely misunderstood to be a shy, retreating individual, it's the fox's stature as a small carnivore that defines its survival strategy. Because it cannot succeed using brute force alone, the fox must rely on its sharp mind and engaging personality to garner resources. Because it spends so much time in its head -- giving the impression that it's trying to outsmart everyone – the fox isn’t surprised that others find its intellectual pursuits quite intimidating (and often annoying). Foxes are fussy eaters and, with an appreciation for the finer things in life, demand quality in entertainment, food, and friends. Their love of exploration dovetails with their passion for overcoming challenges, which is why foxes are often found mountain climbing or journeying to exotic, forbidden places.

Ayla: Crocodile. Crocodiles are lean, leathery individuals with air of wariness that comes from living on the edge, which is why their skins are often decorated with scars or tattoos. Crocodiles are not always easy to identify because their survival strategy is based on misdirection and camouflage. As natural predators, crocs will attack without subtlety or intelligence and use any weapon at their disposal.Crocodiles prefer docile prey and will not hesitate to employ dirty tricks to gain an advantage. They have little sense of honor and, the more unwary their victim, the better. Crocs have little conscience, compassion, or guiding philosophy except that of survival and self-interest.

Briony: Wolf. The rugged wolf is athletic, good-looking and brimming with self-confidence. A close relative of the domestic dog, it is stronger and more aggressive, managing to generate notoriety wherever it marks its territory. The wolf's dark reputation is mainly due to jealousy of its consistent success in work and romance. With an innate understanding of the value of teamwork, it’s always ready to take its place in the chain of command either as leader or as simply a member of the pack. When a wolf decides to innovate, it makes sure that it has the backing of a capable team, for the wolf is clear-headed and strong-minded, and always willing to compromise in the interests of getting a job done. Wolves are facially expressive and readily communicate their emotional states with body language. They work hard at developing their social relationships, although -- unlike their cousin the dog -- they are quick to anger when they sense threats to the social order. When confrontations occur, they sometimes react suddenly and violently, barking displeasure at offending subordinates. Close companions know to avoid their biting tongue until they resume their normal gregarious behavior.

Lavinet: Dolphin. Dolphins are those tanned, beautiful people who populate background scenes in shows like Baywatch, and somehow remain annoyingly healthy while eating and drinking with abandon. You’ll rarely encounter an overweight dolphin.Perhaps it's their active lifestyles that keep them so trim, but their good genes have something to do with it too, for even though many dolphins subsist on junk food, their hair is shiny and their skin always glossy. Though the dolphin’s large brain is capable of solving almost any problem, its reputation for intelligence is overrated, for dolphins place little value in cerebral pursuits and avoid mental challenges.  They are nonetheless able to hold their own in debates, but prefer cavorting and surfing to discussing weighty philosophical issues. Dolphins demand little from life other than the time to enjoy it. As highly sexual individuals, they spend a great deal of time in the pursuit of bodily pleasure, and their aggressive quest for sex sometimes dominates social interactions. Dolphins are not designed for manual labor. Their bodies lack the skilled hand-eye coordination found in land mammal personalities, but their intelligence and social abilities bestow the special advantage in people-oriented careers.

What do you think? Some of these are fairly accurate, but the others...

If you take one for your MC, the results tell you which animals are compatible to your own!

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[beckzorz]

No Fair (one-shot)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Words: 1672 Summary: A quiet night at the compound leads to a game to pass the time. You play to win. A/N: This is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club​’s drunk drabbles, it just got a little out of hand haha! Can of tuna is a reference to the best prank fic of all time by @kentuckybarnes, Troublemakers in her Agent 28 series. Thanks for reading and hope you enjoy!

A lazy evening at the compound. Half the team is away, split between charity work, political stuff, family obligations, and actual missions—but given that it’s the coldest week of the year with the remains of a nasty blizzard to boot, it’s pretty quiet even with Sam and Bucky both in the building.

You’d never expected such trouble from Captain America, nor the Winter Soldier. But in the never-ending prank wars that naturally occur when a bunch of high-energy superheroes spend copious amounts of time together, it’s always the Sam-and-Bucky team who do the most devastating work. You’ve yet to see them prank each other. Give each other shit? Absolutely. But words and the occasional punch or kick or chokehold is as far as their back-and-forth griping ever goes.

Admirable, really. If you were in Sam’s shoes, you’d do just about anything to get Bucky as flustered as he gets whenever someone pulls a good one over on him. Gosh, he’s so cute when his cheeks go all pink…

You shift in your seat at the end of the couch, ducking your head to hide your own suddenly warm cheeks as Bucky passes by, a fresh bottle of beer in hand. He glances down at you.

And pauses.

“What?” he asks.

“Um.” You swallow and shoot a shy smile up at him. “Just thinking it’s, ah, pretty quiet around here.”

“It’s almost insane how well-behaved you’re all being,” Rhodey remarks. “This is usually about the time someone discovers some fish in their underwear or something.”

“Hey!” Sam snaps. He jabs a finger Rhodey’s way, eyes narrowed. “That was one time.”

You snicker. “That’s what you think.”

“Oh really?” Sam says.

“Well…”

“Oh god, not the fuckin’ fish thing again,” Bucky groans. He flops down beside you on the couch, close enough that you can feel his body heat. “That shit stinks. Literally and figuratively. Listen—” he turns to you, curling his hand on the back of the couch just by your shoulder, his eyes wide and his face deliciously earnest— “I will actually give you money to never use fish in a prank again.”

You can’t help but grin. If Bucky’s noticed how warm your cheeks are, he doesn’t show it. “And I just bought that can of tuna, too.” You sigh dramatically. “Oh well. I guess when you ask so nice, I have to accept.” You thrust out your hand. “Pay up, Barnes.”

Bucky’s smiling now too. He shifts, digs his wallet out of his back pocket—god, how nice would it be to do that yourself?—and pulls out two twenties.

“Does this satisfy?” he asks, voice low.

“It’ll do,” you say. You swallow again—your fingers brush his as you accept his gift, and you stuff it in your own back pocket hastily. Bucky heads back to his seat, cracks open his beer with his left thumb, and takes a swig, his bright eyes fixed on your face.

You look away, shaken. Shaken, tingling, wanting.

“It’s almost too quiet,” Sam muses.

“Yeah, we should do something,” Rhodey says. “There’s four of us…”

“I think Wanda’s around here somewhere,” Bucky pipes up. The burn of his gaze drops from your face, and you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

“Oh, fantastic.” Sam grins. “How about we play hide and seek?”

“Excuse me?” you blurt. “That’s going to be insanely boring. This place is big enough for even me to hide effectively for, well, maybe five whole minutes.”

Bucky laughs, loud and clear and bright, and it takes every ounce of willpower not to look at him.

“Fine,” he says, and you can hear his grin. “How about a tracking game? We start in different parts of the compound and track around until we spot other people before they spot us.”

“And people who don’t mind just chilling out in a hiding spot and reading a book can just read, if they want,” Rhodey throws in.

“Sure, whatever, but how do you win?” you ask.

“Winning is overrated,” Sam says sagely.

“You only say that ‘cause I always beat you at cards,” Bucky says, and you finally look at him, grinning. He blinks, cheeks pink, and continues. “I guess, uh, whoever finds the most people wins? And yes, there might be a tie. Think you can handle it?”

“Ha! Yes, I think so.”

“Great,” Sam says. “So, where do we start?”

—

You position yourself in the best starting point. Rhodey’s starting in the rec room, Sam in the garage, Wanda will be in the residential wing, and Bucky’s in the basement commercial-sized kitchen. A ping from FRIDAY signals the start of the game, and you dash off to the right.

You’re less than sixty feet from the room with the security feeds. Amazing, really, that no one seemed to sense what you were up to when you volunteered to start on the roof.

Plus, you had plenty of time to stop by your room.

At the door to surveillance room, you look up and down the corridor. Empty. Perfect. Out come your lockpicks, and more importantly the device—a legacy of Tony Stark’s, may his memory be a blessing—that can crack through the electronic parts of the locked door in seconds. You slip inside and let out a slow breath.

The agent at the desk, Michelle, has her hand over the alarm button. She shakes her head at you.

“You could’ve knocked, y’know,” she says.

“Well, where’s the fun in that?” you point out. You slide into the second chair and watch the screens for your teammates. Yes, there’s Wanda passing through the rec room you’d been hanging out in before, Bucky heading down the hallway from the kitchen to the garage. No evidence of Sam or Rhodey, not yet.

“What’s going on?” Michelle asks. “Are you guys playing hide or seek or something?”

“Or something,” you say. You send a sly smirk her way. “Wanna help me win?”

Michelle rolls her eyes and holds out her hand. “Pay up.”

A beleaguered sigh, and you fork over the forty dollars from Bucky. Michelle knows. She always knows.

But it’s worth it. Fish does smell bad, and Michelle hands you an earpiece so she can direct you around.

“It’s like playing a video game,” she declares, grinning up at you. “But my PC can talk back.”

You do an awkward run to the door, mimicking the video games you’ve seen Michelle play.

“At your command,” you intone, and then you’re out the door.

—

Michelle sends you after Bucky first. Because of course she does.

“You know you appreciate it,” she teases. “I’m amazed you haven’t made a move yet. Ah, go around the other way. Colonel Rhodes is hiding in that room.”

You nod and slip around another way as you head towards the garage. Bucky’s still there, going through the cars one-by-one.

Once you’re out of Rhodey’s earshot, you say, “I don’t know how he can be so methodical for a game like this.”

“You don’t get a reputation like his by not putting in the effort,” Michelle points out. “Besides, you literally broke into the surveillance room. No one else has done that so far.”

“If anyone does, please push the emergency button. I’m begging you.”

Michelle groans. “You’re relentless.

You’re grinning as you pad silently down the garage stairs—still in your slippers, with the soft soles that are silent on the concrete. And the garage is silent, too. Not that you’d expect to be able to hear Bucky moving around.

“Four rows to the left,” Michelle murmurs in your ear. “And keep low til then. I’ll let you know if anything changes.”

You move quick, stance low, past three rows. Let out your breath silently, wait for a signal.

“Now!” Michelle whispers.

You pop up from behind a red convertible, spot Bucky with his face against the dark glass of the next car over, and whoop with glee.

Bucky spins so fast he nearly trips over his feet. He catches himself on the convertible, tightens his hold—and then he sees it’s you, and his whole body goes lax.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” he says. He runs his free hand through his hair, shaking his head with a rueful grin. “You scared the crap outta me.”

“Well, this is a win for me, then!” You lean against the windshield, grinning and unable to stop.

His smile softens as he looks at you. “How the heck did you sneak up on me, anyway?”

“Huh? Oh!” You turn your head so he can see the earpiece tucked in your ear. “I’ve got Michelle on the line.”

“Michelle from security?”

“That’s the one!”

“So you cheated,” Bucky states. He slowly moves around the car, his hand lingering on the doors, the edge of the trunk. You step back as he closes in, heart hammering in your chest.

“No, I improvised. There’s a difference.”

He snorts. “Well, it’s still not what I’d call playing fair.”

“I don’t play fair, Bucky,” you say. You lift your chin, meet his gaze. “I play to win.”

“Well,” he says. He takes one step closer, and you’re caught with a column at your back and Bucky less than a foot away. His lips curve up as he curls his hand around the nape of your neck. “You’ve won me over.”

“A-ah?” You’d answer, but you’re struck dumb. He’s closer than he’s ever been, and you’re drowning in those sky-blue eyes, falling, falling…

“Hate to break up a tender moment here,” Michelle announces.

Bucky’s eyes widen. From so close, he can hear her no problem. He drags his hand away from your neck, but doesn’t step away. You bite your lip, still frozen in place.

“Sam got bored of hiding,” Michelle goes on. “He’s heading your way.”

Bucky twines his fingers in yours.

“So,” he says. He presses his forehead to yours, breathes you in. “Shall we go win your game and celebrate later?”

You squeeze his hand, the promise of later thick and charged and already tasting delicious.

“Yes.”

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky x you #bucky barnes x y/n #winter soldier imagine #becca writes #hbc drunk drabbles #hbc

[unwoundvisions]

Macayla  Laurence Info Dump 6

1: What is your idea of perfect happiness? 

Not having to pretend to be someone I’m not. Getting to do and go wherever I want without worrying about what’s proper or not. Getting far away from this elitist life and not worrying about the family’s reputation anymore.  

2: What is your greatest fear? 

At the moment, I’m truly worried about Laurie. Everyone keeps trying to tell me he’s most likely fine but how could they possibly known? 

3: What is the trait you most deplore in yourself? 

I would say I can get far too judgmental for my own liking. i always try my best not to be but I often think way too poorly of these pirates. Of course, I have every right to be upset with them but I shouldn’t act as if I know everything about them. 

4: What is the trait you most deplore in others? 

I don’t enjoy when people are too judgmental, or when they display a lot of toxic masculinity, I don’t like when people are two faced or hypocritical, telling hurtful lies is also not something I’m fond of...overall, just don’t be dick.

5: Which living person do you most admire? 

Strangely, I’ve come to admire Rachel to certain extent. Granted, I’m not going to praise her for all she’s done but I genuinely don’t view her as a bad person. Honestly, her skills, wit and her commitment to her crew are impressive.

6: What is your greatest extravagance? 

I can unintentionally, be very loud when I’m excited. I’m also very competitive and get a little childish about it. I’m not a sore loser but I will most likely keep trying until I win. 

7: What is your current state of mind?

At the moment? Stressed. I don’t feel comfortable with my new kidnappers and would appreciate getting back to my brother as soon as possible.

8: What do you consider the most overrated virtue?

I’ve always found whatever virtue requires me to know which fork is the proper one to use at the dinner table was ridiculous.

9: On what occasion do you lie?

Yes, but not because I genuinely want to. It’s usually to ensure I perceived as this truly highborn woman that I genuinely don’t want to be. I have to lie to keep up appearances sometimes and that’s usually just to keep grandfather happy. Other than that, I don’t lie too much unless it’s necessary.

10: What do you most dislike about your appearance?

Goodness, if I think about this too much I could give way too many answers. Obviously, not too comfortable with my own appearance so I’m going to try to be kind to myself and say while I do dislike a lot of things, I do like my face for the most part and my thighs.

11: Which living person do you most despise?

The man who attempted to have his way with me is the only man I truly loath. Honestly, I loath anyone who does such a thing to anyone.

12: What is the quality you most like in a man?

Confidence, determination, honor, passion and respect.

13: What is the quality you most like in a woman?

See above.

14: Which words or phrases do you most overuse?

I definitely overuse curse words. Other than that, I overuse “literally,” “like,” “apparently,” and “genuinely.”

15: What or who is the greatest love of your life?

I’ve never been in love. I’ve thought I was in love with someone before but I was teenager and it was more of a fixation than anything else.

16: When and where were you happiest?

Honestly, whenever Laurie and I can sneak away is some of my happiest times. We don’t have to worry about our titles or our reputations, we can just be people for a change.

17: Which talent would you most like to have?

I can sing a little bit always wish I knew how to do it properly. Same thing goes with acting. I never really got to presue my creative interests too seriously because grandfather worried I’d turn out like Mother.

18: If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

My posture is terrible. My teachers always tried to make sure I had good posture but I just don’t. I really should work on it.

19: What do you consider your greatest achievement?

Honestly? Holding my own against these pirates. Granted, I’m not doing very well but at least I’m holding my ground.

20: If you were to die and come back as a person or a thing, what would it be?

I’d hope to come back as person. Maybe I can come back as some sort of actress or something fun and creative like that.

21: Where would you most like to live?

I’ve always hoped that who ever I did marry would be the kind who liked to travel. I wanted to see a lot more of the world and never really have a consistent home. A lot like my own parents, I suppose.

22: What is your most treasured possession?

The locket I keep. It’s there only piece of jewelry I wear regularly.

23: What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?

Loneliness is never fun. Nor is self loathing or regret.

24: What is your favorite occupation?

I was always fascinated by creative occupations.

25: What is your most marked characteristic?

Look-wise, my hair or my smile. Personality-wise, the fact that I am not as gentle as I appear.

26: What do you most value in your friends?

I don’t have many of those actully. Not that keep in touch or come to see me often. I have acquaintances. I’d count my last two partners as friends, I vauled their loyalty and openness a lot. They were both unapologetically themselves and they always made me want to me a lot more like them.

27: Who are your heroes in real life?

My parents. It’s a little childish but I genuinely admire them for being themselves. They didn’t care about the family reputation or anything like that. They were just themselves no matter the consequences. That’s just really inspiring to me and I wish I could be more like them.

28: What are your favorite names?

I’ve always liked Alexander for some reason, Amelia too...and Bakugo is actually a really nice name.

29: What is it that you most dislike?

Bigotry, sexism, cruelty, toxic masculinity, and anything under that umbrella.

30: What is your greatest regret?

I suppose my biggest regret is not making more of effort to live my life the way I want. I worry so much about my stupid title and my family’s reputation but I genuinely hate it.

31: How would you like to die?

Preferably, peacefully and without any pain. If I can’t do that, I honestly wouldn’t mind dying fighting for something I believe in.

32: What is your motto?

Anything that is worth doing is going to be scary.

#➵ cunning cayla #✧ modest musings ✧ #༄ the voyage (sky pirate fic)

[byneddiedingo]

Citizen Kane (Orson Welles, 1941). Cast: Orson Welles, Joseph Cotten, Dorothy Comingore, Agnes Moorehead, Ruth Warrick, Ray Collins, Erskine Sanford,  Everett Sloane, William Alland, Paul Stewart, George Coulouris. Screenplay: Herman J. Mankiewicz, Orson Welles. Cinematography: Gregg Toland. Art direction: Van Nest Polglase, Perry Ferguson. Film editing: Robert Wise. Music: Bernard Herrmann.

Things I don't like about Citizen Kane.

The "News on the March" montage. It's an efficient way of cluing the audience in to what it's about to see, but was it necessary to make it a parody of "The March of Time" newsreel, down to the use of the Timespeak so deftly lampooned by Wolcott Gibbs ("Backward ran sentences until reeled the mind")?

Susan Alexander Kane. Not only did Welles leave himself open to charges that he was caricaturing William Randolph Hearst's relationship with his mistress, Marion Davies, but he unwittingly damaged Davies's lasting reputation as a skillful comic actress. We still read today that Susan Alexander (whose minor talent Kane exploits cruelly) is to be identified as Welles's portrait of Davies, when in fact Welles admired Davies's work. But beyond that, Susan (Dorothy Comingore) is an underwritten and inconsistent character -- at one point a sweet and trusting object of Kane's affections and later in the film a vituperative, illiterate shrew and still later a drunk. What was it in her that Kane (Orson Welles) initially saw? From the moment she first lunges at the high notes in "Una voce poco fa," it's clear to anyone, unless Kane is supposed to have a tin ear, that she has no future as an opera star. Does she exist in the film primarily to demonstrate Kane's arrogance of power? A related quibble: I find the portrayal of her exasperated Italian music teacher, Matiste (Fortunio Bonanova), a silly, intrusive bit of tired comic relief.  

Rosebud. The most famous of all MacGuffins, the thing on which the plot of Citizen Kane depends. It's not just that the explanation of how it became so widely known as Kane's last word is so feeble -- was the sinister butler, Raymond (Paul Stewart), in the room when Kane died, as he seems to say? -- it's that the sled itself puts so much psychological weight on Kane's lost childhood, which we see only in the scenes of his squabbling parents (Agnes Moorehead and Harry Shannon). The defense insists that the emphasis on Rosebud is mistakenly put there by the eager press, and that the point is that we often try to explain the complexity of a life by seizing on the wrong thing. But that seems to me to burden the film with more message than it conveys.

And yet, and yet ... it's one of the great films. Its exploration of film technique, particularly by Gregg Toland's deep-focus photography, is breathtaking. Perry Ferguson's sets (though credited to RKO art department head Van Nest Polglase) loom magnificently over the action. Bernard Herrmann's score -- it was his first film -- is legendary. And it is certainly one of the great directing debuts in film history. I don't think it's the greatest film ever made. In the top ten, maybe, but it seems to me artificial and mechanical in comparison to the depiction of actual human life in Tokyo Story (Yasujiro Ozu, 1953), the elevation of the gangster genre to incisive social and political critique in the first two Godfather films (Francis Ford Coppola, 1972, 1974), the delicious explorations of obsessive behavior in any number of Alfred Hitchcock movies, the epic treatment of Russian history in Andrei Rublev (Andrei Tarkovsky, 1966), and the tribulations of growing up in the Apu trilogy (Satyajit Ray, 1955, 1956, 1959). And there are lots of films by Howard Hawks, Preston Sturges, Luis Buñuel, François Truffaut, Robert Bresson, and Jean-Luc Godard that I would rewatch before I decide to watch Kane again. There are times when I think Welles's debut film has been overrated because he had a great start, battled a formidable foe in William Randolph Hearst, and inadvertently revealed how conventional Hollywood filmmaking was -- for which Hollywood never forgave him. It's common to say that Citizen Kane was prophetic, because the downfall of Charles Foster Kane anticipated the downfall of Orson Welles. That's oversimple, but like many oversimplifications it contains a germ of truth.     

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#Citizen Kane #Orson Welles

[words-of-fate-official]

Overrated | William T. Spears x Reader

"Love is overrated."

Will could never quite tell what originally drew him into you. There was nothing particular about you that stood out to him; you were quiet and you could maintain complete focus whenever the two of you were on the job. Your behavior didn't differ too greatly from his own and he supposed you were quite attractive, though he didn't believe those were the only causes for his attraction towards you.

Your personality was another factor to consider. Throughout his whole life of being a reaper, not once had he ever had a partner who mourned the life of the person whose soul they reaped more than you. You felt sorrow for everyone, people who you knew only through their own memories, and forgave them for all of their past wrongdoings, whether they were big or small. And despite all the sadness you felt, you remained unwavering and continued to do your job flawlessly.

If asked by anyone, Will would say your remorse for the humans was foolish or even downright pathetic for a reaper such as yourself. Yet deep down, even if he refused to admit it to himself, he couldn't help but admire those strong emotions of yours that moved him to the very core.

As much as he tried to push aside his ever growing feelings for you, it only worked temporarily. Every time he managed to convince himself that his feelings were merely fleeting, it only took a single glance at you for his emotions to betray him.

Relationships between reapers weren't necessarily something that was forbidden, albeit it was a rarity. The thought of forming a relationship with you was something that managed to cross his mind once or twice, though it was nothing more than a lingering thought. Perhaps if he were human, it would be something he'd take into consideration.

As months passed and his emotions slowly grew stronger and stronger, he began noticing that you were becoming the center of his attention, both inside and outside of work. At night, you were always the last thought on his mind before drifting off to sleep and at work, he always seemed to focus more on you than on the task at hand. That night, in particular, must have been the worst. The duty the two of you were tasked with was to follow an infamous drug dealer in the hours before his fated death.

"Do you suppose that's him?" you asked your partner, peering down from the roof of a building at a hooded man.

"Yes. That appears to be our newest target."

The two of you remained in silence for a few moments, doing nothing more than observing the man in the back alley, when another person showed up. He appeared to be much younger, most likely not even eighteen from the looks of it. He was scrawny and scared, yet he approached the drug dealer nonetheless with his money already out.

Will continued to stand there completely stone-faced as he watched the scene play out before him, though you couldn't even bear to look.

"Can't we stop him, Will? We can't just let a boy like him purchase opioids-"

"You're well aware of the rules, [name]," Will said, his voice free of any emotion. "We shall not meddle with the lives of mortals. If it is his fate to die of the very same drugs he chose to purchase, then that is how it will end."

"You're as cruel as ever, Will," you sighed, a hint of sorrow in your voice.

His lips parted as if to speak, but he was unable to breathe. Your words, although said to him before by other people, pierced his heart when they were uttered by you. Against his better judgment, he was almost tempted to go back on the very words he just spoke if only just to please you.

"Cruel, yet understandable," you continued. "In the end, he's the one making his own decisions. All we can do is hope that his life doesn't end here and that he'll make something better out of it in the future."

It was those words that knocked him back into reality. How could he possibly consider, even for just a moment, breaking the rules for nothing more than to merely please you? It was absolutely ludicrous, albeit it wasn't the first time he considered doing something drastic for your sake. Just how much of an influence did you truly have on him?

This urge to please you wasn't something he ever had for anyone before and just the mere thought of it infuriated him, yet he couldn't bring himself to hate you. No matter what, he didn't think he ever could. Out of every possible person who could hold any form of psychological power over him, he was certainly grateful that it was you, though it constantly made his work even more difficult for him. One of these days, he knew he would eventually make a rash move for your sake and everything he worked so hard for would be ruined.

As much as it pained him to face it, the idea of requesting a new partner was something that crossed his mind countless times. It wouldn't necessarily be unexpected of him; he was constantly requesting new partners whenever his old one would wear his patience thin. Once you were gone, he wouldn't have to worry about his feelings for you getting in the way of his work.

Everything would go back to norm-

"Thank you," you said suddenly, taking hold of Will's hands. "Despite your reputation as a reaper, you're far kinder than I expected. Thank you for always keeping me on the right track and for putting up with me for as long as you have."

Will was at a complete loss for words. Surprises were never something he was too fond of, and this was no exception. Between the sudden contact and your words, he forgot everything: how to move, how to speak, and even how to breathe. It took several long seconds for him to regain his usual composure.

Clearing his throat, Will said, "Well, of course. I can't have you ruining our operations for us, now can I? Now stop looking at me and focus on the target."

Despite his seemingly harsh words, you couldn't help but smile. "Of course."

As difficult as you made things for him, Will couldn't bear to imagine not having you as his partner. In his mind, love was overrated and relationships were pointless, though that didn't necessarily mean he wanted to stop caring about you.

No, his feelings for you could never be so easily forgotten.

#black butler #kuroshitsuji #black butler fanfiction #black butler x reader #kuroshitsuji fanfiction #kuroshitsuji x reader #william t. spears #william spears #william t. spears x reader #william t. spears fanfiction #anime and manga #anime #anime x reader #anime fanfiction #sebastian michaelis #fanfiction #fanfic #xreader #reader-insert #romance #fluff #cute #love #angst

[vladimir-nabokov-official]

Mr. Wilson is horrified by my “instinct to take digs at great reputations.” Well, it cannot be helped; Mr. Wilson must accept my instinct, and wait for the next crash. I refuse to be guided and controlled by a communion of established views and academic traditions, as he wants me to be. What right has he to prevent me from finding mediocre and overrated people like Balzac, Dostoevski, Sainte-Beuve, or Stendhal, the pet of all those who like their French plain? […] If I am allowed to display my very special and very subjective admiration for Pushkin, Browning, Krylov, Chateaubriand, Griboedov, Senancour, Küchelbecker, Keats, Hodasevich, to name only a few of those I praise in my notes, I should be also allowed to bolster and circumscribe that praise by pointing out to the reader my favorite bogeys and shams in the hall of false fame.

Vladimir Nabokov, ‘Reply to My Critics,’ in Strong Opinions (p. 231)

#vladimir nabokov #strong opinions #eugene onegin

[whatta-babe]

Perfect| Sweet Pea x Reader



Inspired by a post I found on Instagram. I couldn't find the person who originally made it, but credits to them.

Summary: Sweet Pea just cannot wrap his head around how beautiful you are and refuses to believe you can look so good even without makeup.

Disclamer: Beauty has nothing to do with your outside appearance and everything to do with your personality. Makeup has nothing to do with it at all, but it's a fun creative outlet. I tried to get this across as well as the fact that Sweet Pea loves you no matter what you look like and doesn't notice whether or not you wear makeup. This is supposed to be a cute headcanon that brings a little bit of swooning on. All of you are stunning, and I love you <3

• Pea isn't one to admire art often since he thinks that it's overrated most of the time

• But you are a piece of art and deserves to be stared at

• So he does very often

• He admires your sloping cheekbones, button nose, rounded jaw line, squinty eyes

• He's aware that most people don't find you to be the definition of beautiful

• But to him you are literally the prettiest girl he ever did see

• Pretty much the most beautiful creature in the world

• So he is always admiring

• Your facial expressions are so endearing

• Your little grins, the o's you make when you see a dog, the way your nose scrunches when you don't really like something, your swooning face when you see something cute, the way your eyes squint when you smile widely at something and when they look almost closed because the smile is so big, your eyes practically sparkling when you look up at him with all the love in the world

• He even thinks you look perfect when you're sobbing into his arms with tears and snot everywhere and a red and blotchy face

• And just after waking up with a little bit of dried drool on the corner of your mouth and your slightly greasy hair knotted, rumpled, and crazy

• Even before your "transformation from beast to woman" as you like to call it occurs, he's singing his praises to your looks

• Of course since he has a reputation to uphold this means a grunting "how do you look so sexy even like that?"

• You know what he means though, and you always smile sweetly with a "I can ask the same thing to you, handsome"

• When you guys are not in Sweet Pea's trailer lounging around cuddling you're out and about with the Serpents or at school

• Of course this means makeup for you

• For you the purpose of makeup is to enjoy yourself immensely with sparkly shit

• As if you give a damn if your boyfriend like it or not (he does, but that's besides the point) or because you feel insecure without it (you have phases of insecurities from time to time, but Sweets always helps you get out of it)

• The makeup is only for you, and you love putting it on

• It's personal 'you time' where you can be creative and let your personality show through physically

• Eyebrows, mascara, concealer, foundation, bronzer, blush, highlight, and eyeshadow is the routine

• You have days of going full glam or staying with the natural look

• It just depends on your mood

• And it's understandable that Sweet Pea never really notices whether or not you have makeup on (unless you have a crazy eyelook going on) because literally no matter what you look stunning

• He loves your beautiful personality through and through and doesn't notice much else

• It's Monday, and you and SP had lost track of time at the Whyte Wyrm and had gone to bed late the night before

• You were too tired to wake up early and apply makeup so you just went to school without any

• Every morning both of you hang around your bikes in the parking lot of Riverdale High before classes start

• Today as you are leaning against Toni in laughter, the sun comes out of hiding from behind a dark cloud and illuminates you

• The light reflects off of your hair and the side of your face that is upturned as you giggle with you best girlfriend

• An angel

• That's what you are

• Sweet Pea has always known that you're his own angel brought from heaven, but right then you look like one

• So perfect

• Makeup must be the reason

• Every girl including you always says that makeup makes you "prettier," so that must be it

• So what does your adorable boyfriend decide to do?

• He pokes you on your cheekbone where he's usually not allowed to touch because it would wipe away your highlight

• Both you and Toni stop laughing to give him a startled look as he inspects his finger for shiny dust

• Nothing

• So what? That doesn't prove anything

• Maybe you just decided to not wear highlight today

• That's doesn't seem right though because that's your absolute favorite part of makeup

• Sweet Pea just shakes his head at the thought because you can't just be that beautiful naturally

• You can tell your bf is super confused so you just hide a giggle behind your palm and peck his cheek

• What a cuutie

• This randomly happens throughout the day until lunch when you snap

• "Sweet Pea! Why the hell do you keep wiping my face?"

• "I know you're wearing makeup, babe. I just need proof."

• "But I'm not, mon ange. You were with me this morning, and I didn't put any on"

• Silence is the only thing that comes your way, and you think that you have eased his adorkable nonsense

�� In reality it just fueled his fire

• He's going to catch you in the act of lying, god dammit!

• At Pop's you treat Pea to a burger and milkshake since he got an A on his world history test

• As you are about to get up and leave the table for the car, your bae lunges across the table and literally rubs his large hands all over your face

• Your cheeks, your forehead area, your eyes

• Nothing

• He inspects his fingers in disbelief

• "Oh. You really are perfect. Ok..."

• Your shock is still present as you watch his defeated body slump out of the diner to wait for you on the motorcycle

• Pops had noticed the odd exchange and shakes his head

• These kids...

• He winks at you, and peals of laughter emerge from your throat

• It takes you a solid minute to calm down, and you are wiping away tears as you stroll put to meet your depressed lover

• Your travel to the South Side Trailer Park is silent, and when you guys go into Sweets's trailer you have to grab his arm to get his attention

• "I really love you, baby"

• Pea rakes a hand through his black hair roughly

• After a sigh he grabs your cheeks with enough pressure to squish them together and pucker your lips

• He then plants a solid kiss there

• "I love you too, kitten... Even though it's freakin' insane how perfect you are."

#sweet pea #sweet pea x reader #riverdale #riverdale high #toni topaz #headcanon #jordan #jordan connor #makeup #so perfect #mon ange #cutie #whatta cutie #beautiful #fangs fogarty #jughead jones #archie #veronica lodge #betty cooper #betty

[hotcocosharing]

Double Troubles - the reunion. Part 11

Recap or familiarize with what happened click here

Picking up a little further ahead than where it was left off; the cast of Glory Days 20 years later have come back together for a college reunion; with life experiences, maturity (we hope) and are all hoping, for the least to have a good time. Let the magic unfold.

OC Eriko Sato & Midori Katayani

Voltage Canons Yukihisa Maki, Shunichiro Tachibana, Toshiakia, Shinichi Kagari & Rikiya

Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11

OC Eriko Sato & Midori Katayani

Voltage Canons Yukihisa Maki, Shunichiro Tachibana, Toshiakia, Shinichi Kagari & Rikiya

Toshiaki’s POV

The suggestion of meeting up for coffee seems like less than a fun opportunity to catch up with an old friend and more like having teeth pulled out without anaesthetic at the dentist when it takes more effort than I had at first initially expected for Eriko to agree to come out to a coffee house in the west of town that over the last few years has held its reputation as being my favourite. Seated across from the woman that I haven’t physically seen in years yet manage to catch a glimpse of every now and again via skype or even get a look into her life by reading in between the lines of emails she on the rare occasion sends, I smirk. Eriko’s become the complete opposite of what at first I thought she’d be capable of – strong willed, ambitious and victorious in her own right.

Sipping leisurely on the coffee in front of me, it’s a routine gesture of fixing my posture and adjusting my tie which gives me the opportunity to think of what it is I should be saying - a carefully selected string of words that never actually comes out the way I’d intended.

"The wife’s staying in tonight. It’s Tachibana’s retirement party and… if you were available or free; I’d like it if you’d accompany me. Pretty please.”

Okay, there was the easy part…. the proposal of suggestion; it was now that I knew more than just a smile was going to be needed to get Eriko to agree. “Ipromise, I won’t force you to interact with anyone you don’t want to and if a young flirty creep comes up, I’ll do my best to not have them try and make a move on you. So what do you say? It’ll be fun… the workaholic finally free of all corporate responsibilities.”

Ok… now came the cliche part. Showing off the greatest boyish grin I could muster. Fingers crossed she agrees.

Midori’s POV

“What do you mean you’re not coming?”

“Yuki, for the thousandth time in the last hour he doesn’t want me there. He’s just being nice. I showed you the letter. Shunichiro has made his mind up about his life and my life and how they aren’t ever going to converge, and I don’t want to put myself through what I already know is going to happen. So just drop it – please.”

By this stage – one would think that a friend would give up on trying to convince me to attend an event I wasn’t [nee – certainly] wasn’t sure about, but Yukihisa? No. My long-time friend turned unexpectant brother figure has made himself comfortable rummaging through my wardrobe; pulling out things left right and centre as ‘maybes’ and ‘no’s for what I could possibly wear. Rolling my eyes, I fold my arms across my chest and attempt to reason with him.

“I don’t have anyone to take care of Sakura.” “That’s bullshit, I already called your mother and she said she was free tonight.” “You called my mother?” “Yes – one, because she adores me and two, because I knew if you were free – you wouldn’t be able to say no.”

Biting my tongue as to not say anything I regret, I pull the gift out I’d semi-panicked over trying to select and with both hands, hold it out, clearing my throat with a small cough and smiling as to not come across as a threat. “Here… just take this and give it to Shun.”

“…you’re going to give it to him yourself.”

Fuck you’re a jerk Maki.

“…..and wear this.”

Before I’ve got time to quarrel again, Yukihisa’s already made up some excuse about needing to get going because the party is starting in a few hours and how it would be rude as Shunichiro’s longest standing and most loyal friend to not be there. Rolling my eyes; I glance down at the dress laying on the bed and call out loudly, “Sakura! Mommy has some things to do tonight so grand-ma’s coming over to baby sit. Make sure your room is clean please!”

I can’t believe I’m being almost guilt into this. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Eriko Sato’s POV

Unmasked without foundation or concealer to cover my evidential sacrifices under my eyes, I gaze into the mirror, mainly at the man watching by the door frame whom has the fortune to see the most natural side of me for numerous of time. Setting our memories aside, the morning feast has done its wonder and the secret nearly slips through my grin- I miss him. Not sure if I should or what difference it might make but as of this moment, I miss Shinichi Kagari.

Shinichi Kagari’s POV

At this age, going onto mid 40s, one would think my actions should equal to maturity but the string of jealousy and admiration surge through my veins like I’m a hot headed twenty year old. The satisfying smile and praise from Eriko has sent me to cloud nine until she begins getting ready to be out and happilywickedly announces that she’s off to a date.

"With who? The guy who put a ring on you?” As if this would be the perfect morning-after conversation, I bring it up anyway- you never know with Eriko, this could be the last time I see her. “Does he like to share? Because I don’t."

Tone serious and colder than intended, my eyes are narrowed and fixed on her outfits- she looks nothing like a forty-year-old, confidence and youth seem to be in her favor. Lipgloss, lipstick, what are they called? Color on her cherry lips and a ponytail, it couldn’t be any simpler yet I’m still charmed by her stunning perfection.

"Are you jealous?"

Breath stuck in my throat, I couldn’t deny the obvious or the fact that I have absolutely no clue what this is or where we stand. Is there even a we?

"I miss you, Shinichi. Don’t think I should but I do and that’s that.”

Fuck, this is why I don’t need relationship. Unnecessary and overrated complications, unlike the beauty of mathematics- calculable and transparent.

“Lock up when you leave or stay.”

Her signature smirk leaves me hanging, standing alone in her apartment with train of thoughts murdering every single one of my brain cells- dishes, let’s start with dishes. Maybe a bit of chaos would take my eyes off things- why am I doing her housework?! Fuck she messes me up good!

Eriko Sato’s POV

Excitement turns cold at our irregular yearly ritual of exploring cafes around town the moment Toshiaki flashes his best boyish grin that only happens once in a blue moon and in need of something in return. Like the time he begged me to try on fancy dresses so he’d buy the right size for his wife or go hunting for the perfect anniversary gift with him. God, the things I do for this man!

Seated across the homme fatale who has caused me countless heartbreaks as well as a close friend for two decades, never once judge my immaturity or stubbornness. Despite our lack of meeting in person, our occasional emails exchange and Skype calls somehow pull us closer than I have with most people in my life.

The sun streaming across his face brings me slowly back to awareness, taking a moment to clear the fuzzy, warm feeling of seeing that rare but captivating smile from my brain and recognize there must be a reason for the choice of his words

“Does it mean Midori and ass face will be there?” I sigh helplessly, wondering how rude and offended I must have been twelve hours ago. Why do I even bother getting mad at two people who are no longer my concern? “Fine, when have I ever said no to you? Well… Just … that one time.” The words stumble out of my mouth, heavy with hesitation till my eyes meet his and the smiles re-emerge. No what if with this guy, I might have been reckless in my youth but rejecting Toshiaki Kijima is the one decision I don’t regret. He’s forever mine as I’m his, just in a very different kind of way. “There’s few hours left so you better go shopping with me so I’d choose a decent present. Are we absolutely sure that Tachibana is retiring? A leopard can’t change its spots.”

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