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dragon-queen21 · 7 months

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Whooo! My first agere fic for One Piece + my first fic in over 5 months! Double points XD

If you prefer you can read it here on ao3

Summary: In which 3 regressors try to sneak into Sanji's kitchen to achieve desserts before they are supposed too.

No trigger warnings, just fluff

The goal of the afternoon was an 'impossible' task.

Sneak into the kitchen before dinner and obtain treats without getting caught.

Sounded simple enough until they remembered Sanji's firm rule of 'no spoiling your appetite before dinner' that seemed to always be reinforced whenever the ship's cook knew that one of his nakama was regressed. Hence the part about not getting caught.

Nami swore that it was a rule that Bell-mère always had for her and her sister when they were kids. Usopp and Luffy agreed that it’s just the cook’s way of being cruel to them specifically.

So how exactly was the trio going to pull this off? Luffy was already on a permanent ban from the kitchen area unless it was specifically time to eat. Usopp couldn't be trusted to convince Sanji that he wasn't small, and Nami, well she was their last hope of obtaining junk food.

The plan was simple.

Step 1 have Nami go into the kitchen first and see if she couldn't just get Sanji to hand over treats to her. This usually worked out well for the three regressor’s, with them betting on Sanji being a pushover whenever it came to Nami.

Step 2 well... They didn't exactly have a plan after that. If that failed the three were going to resort to good ol' fashioned, snatch and run.

“What are you three up to?” Zoro asked, towering above where the three were huddled together in a circle conspiring.

“Uh, nothin’?” Usopp said at the same time as Luffy exclaimed, “We’re gonna be getting treats!”

“Suush! Yous not ‘possed to say anythin!” Nami hissed, ever the temper even when regressed.

Zoro debated for a half a second trying to get the littles to leave Sanji alone. Perhaps even distracting them for a while so that Sanji could finish dinner in peace. Then he realized that he wasn’t really in the mood to deal with three troublesome kids, and if they were antagonizing the blonde then they couldn’t be pestering him.

“Good luck.” Was all he said before turning away.

They were Sanji’s problems now. Not his.

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And so, the plan was set, with Luffy and Usopp waiting outside of the kitchen for Nami.

The ship’s cook was working on dinner prep. Making something that Nami couldn’t quite place. It smelled really good though.

“Sanji-kun?” Nami tugs on his sleeve in order to get the mentally older’s attention.

“Yes dumpling?”

“Can help?”

“I don’t know about that; I think someone might be too small.”

She pouted. “But I wanna.”

“How about you watch instead baby?”

She nods, letting the cook pick her up and place her on the counter to watch him work. Nami hummed, kicking her legs back and forth against the counter. Sanji didn’t pay much attention to her after that, working instead on food, not that the little minded. A feeling of warmth spread in her chest, being reminded of watching Bell-mère cook for her and her sister when they were kids.

She was content to sit there in the kitchen watching Sanji work and daydreaming about the past until she saw two pouting faces peaking from around the kitchen door. Right, she had a job to complete.

“Sanji, can I has cookies?” She made grabby hands towards the jar that she knew held the sought after treats.

Sanji gave her a look.

“Was that really all you came in for all along?” He almost sound disappointed.

She didn’t grace him with an answer other than a, “Pwease?” and a small pout that she knew 9 times out of 10 worked on him,

Sanji sighed. “If I give in, are you going to want to eat dinner?”

“Mhm!” She nodded.

“Right, I suppose spoiling my sweet princess can’t hurt too much.” Sanji looked up just in time to see a certain straw hat peeking from around the kitchen door, accompanied by giggles coming from what he could only assume were the two other regressor’s on board. “And what about Luffy and Usopp?”

“Umm don’ know what chu talking ‘bout.” Nami giggled, the perfect picture of innocence.

Sanji grabbed a chocolate chip cookie out of the jar, holding it just out of the girl’s reach. “Uh huh, sure you don’t.”

“Nope!” And with that she snatched the cookie from his hand and ran from the kitchen, shouting ‘freedom!’ as she did so.

Sanji could only sigh listening to the appalled gasps of Usopp and Luffy upon finding out that Nami didn’t get anything for them.

“Come on you two, get in here.” He spoke loud enough for the other two to hear him, already picturing the two little’s sulking outside. A situation that he wasn’t in the mood to put up with.

Sure enough Sanji was right. Usopp was pouting, half hiding behind Luffy who looked to be in a sour mood. “How come we don’t get something?”

“Serves you two right for trusting the cat burglar.” He states, and really, the two of them should have learned this by now.

“You like Nami more.” His captain accused.

“Oh hush. You don’t know anything.” Sanji said, handing the two regressor’s a cookie each, watching them both gasp. He shook his head fondly at the two, as if he didn’t spoil them rotten already. “Don’t expect me to do this for you all the time.” It’s a lie and they all know it. He’s soft for the three.

Still the two nod ever so seriously as they munch on their treats.

“Dinner’s going to be ready soon. Go bother Zoro until then.” He guides the regressors out of the kitchen, before Luffy can get any ideas about sampling the still cooking food.

#mayliz rambles #age regression #fandom agere #sfw agere #anime agere #one piece agere #agere fanfic #I never post full fics here but after ao3 going down I’m taking precautions

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the-bjd-community-confess · 3 months

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I’ve been scrolling the clothes section of acbjd because I finally have dolls that fit standard sizes and I’m daydreaming about having spare money to spend on a shopping spree on acbjd because I’ve always liked the site and customer service and I’m having a blast because in the boy clothes section there’s so many shirts that have English writing on them that have clearly not been checked by an English speaker and I just think that’s fantastic.

One of my favorite things is like the reverse stupid American tattoo thing (Americans get like Chinese/Japanese character tattoos that they think mean “strength” but it’s actually like “vegetable and pork dumpling” or something hilariously stupid like that) where non English speaking people print clothes with butchered English names and phrases and still wear them around. I think it’s like an adorably human thing of like wanting to be cool and wear a foreign language but at the same time having no idea you’re wearing a curse word or just like a hilarious misspelling of a state or country.

Anyway there were some shirts with prints on them that say like “brupkl ym bromx” and “manmattin queems” or some combination of that and one that says something like “Jesus owns me” one one side and “charms school” on the other. They’re not my style of clothes and there’s no guarantee of what the print will be because it varies according to the listing, but I desperately want to buy them all for a doll. I just think it’s the most wonderful thing. I had a good laugh looking at them because it just shows that everyone sort of has the thing in common where you think another language looks really cool, but you don’t really know what it says and I think that’s neat.

~Anonymous

#BJD #ABJD #BJD Confessions #Community Confessions #BJD Fashion #Pos

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insomniakisses · 1 year

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Sometimes you have to learn to share

Requested? no

Warnings/Notes: jealousy, drama in friendships, jennie being a smol sassy bean, Sua lowkey jennie bashes, kind of ooc but i feel like pissed of and jealous Sua is lowkey a bitch.

Note 2: i spent days on this bc i have minimal time to dedicate a day to wrote so i thing it may flick between tenses.

Fic type: fluff, slightly angst

Reader: fem reader

You’d been Boras best friend for what felt like a lifetime. The two of you having met when you were trainees eventually debuting in different companies. Her in Happy face, later DCC and you in YG entertainment. Which was were you had originally met Jennie, finding her having some extra practice in on of the practice rooms.

You fondly remember how she had been so on guard about you interrupting her, assuming you were some crazy fan that had walked in rather than what you were; a trainee who had booked the practice room for extra practice the before before your debut.

That night the two of you had decided to share the room, intending to practice together as one was preparing for debut and the other a solo comeback. However the night took a turn when you fell trying to do a flip and Jennie managed to keep you from falling flat on your face. After that the two of you spent the night talking and getting to know each other, only realising how much of a fuck up that was when the morning staff entered the room and you were both very late for your schedules.

It was 2 months after that day that you two saw each other again, your schedules aligning and you running into each other in the YG canteen. Well she was running you were daydreaming. Regardless, it ended in her ice coffee all over your white shirt and her “helping” by rubbing it in even more. You proposed changing while she went to the studio since she seemed so desperate to get there fast but you never would of guessed leaving with her number.

She laughed at your shocked face when she had asked if she could give you her number, giving the excuse of replacing your shirt. Taking the opportunity to grab your wrist and pull out a marker, scribbling something down before skipping away.

“X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X, Jennie x”

It was the weekend when you finally text her, filled with nerves and slight embarrassment at your awkwardness. Fearing she might not remember you at all.

Unknown 10:23 am: Hey! Its y/n

Unknown 10:26 am: realised you probably don’t know my name, we met in the practice room.. then you spilt your coffee on me

Jennie 🫢 12:34 pm: Oh hey sorry, i was recording!! I’m free in an hour if you want to go shopping and replace that hideous shirt

Clumsy Girl 12:34 pm: So my shirts hideous now 🤨 I’m not good enough for the likes of miss Jennie Kim of BLACKPINK? I see i see 😂

Jennie 🫢 12:35 pm: Well… it was a nice colour?? 😂 AND i didn’t even mention your shoes 😉

Clumsy Girl☺️ 12:35 pm: So i guess ill meet you outside the building in 10, should i dress up for u little miss Chanel?

Chanel Princess 👑 12:36 pm: Like you could 😂😉

Chanel Princess 👑 12:36 pm: See you in 5! ☺️ I wait for no one 😌

You remember having to sprint half way there just to be on time, only for her to record your out of breath half walk half jog when you arrived. Claiming it was the best thing she had scene all day. And although you had planned on going on a shopping spree you had seen an arcade and practically dragged the girl in claiming she had to play at least one game.

Having spent the day playing game after game, you ended the night with a go on the claw machines winning her a dumpling plush and claiming it looked just like her. You could see the red taint her cheeks and how her gummy smile practically lit up the whole street and in that moment you couldn’t understand why anyone could possibly hate her.

Though the sky was dark and the air has began to get chilly, you decided to walk her home talking about anything and everything until you saw her starting to get a bit cold. Stopping you had attempted to take off your jacket only for her to raise a brow at you,

“If you think your going to go all knight in shining armour on me and give me that flimsy hoodie to ‘keep me warm’ then your dead wrong” she huffed pulling out a designer jacked from her bag and slipping it on.

“I am prepared and stylish!” She flicks her hair dramatically with a wink, “besides, it takes more than a half ripped hoodie that smells of arcade and practice room to woo me miss lover girl” she gives you a light shove.

Raising your hands in defence you nod approvingly “noted.” Smiling softly you pick up your conversation once more, unaware to the buzzing of your phone in your pocket.

Walking her up the drive to her house you could help but smile when she stopped at the door to give you a shy wave, holding back her grin before she all but skipped inside leaving you a giddy mess as you made your way back to your own house, finally fishing your phone out of your hoodie.

27 miss calls from Dancing Queen 💃🏻

23 messages from Drancing Queen 💃🏻

112 messages from Dreamcatcher and Y/N 💖

Gasping you quickly dialled Boras number going straight to answer machine, which was expected given it seemed like you had been ignoring her. Trying her phone again, this time it picked up,

~on the phone~

You: Bora Hey! I’m so sorry i was out and-

Siyeon: She doesn’t want to talk to you.

You: W-What? But she called me? Many times i might add

Siyeon: Maybe because you missed out weekly film night and didn’t even give us a reason why… we were all worried you know.

You: I’m so sorry! I can come round now? With ice cream and more stuff and-

Beeeeeeep

Sighing you decided to just go home figuring your friends would talk when they felt less hurt. Walking inside your bedroom you went straight to bed feeling incredibly guilty.

For the next few weeks you got radio silence from dreamcatcher, bar Jiu who had called a few times to check you were okay. Feeling alone you leaned on your members a lot more and made many new friends in the company. Eventually regularly having lunch with ur band mates, Blackpink and even some of the soloists and BTS members.

With all the radio silence on dreamcatchers end you felt your friendship with them drifting away to the point you figured they didn’t want to be around you any more. It hurt more that bora, a long time friend you saw as an older sister was leaving you out also.

But with all the lunch time hangouts around friends you and Jennie were only growing closer and closer and maybe you were so focused on your new routine and daily life you forgot to check in with dreamcatcher as much, missed some of there calls and even declined a few while hanging out with them.

It had been 4 months since your first date with Jennie and you could honestly say you were head over heals in love with her. She was the cutest person you’d ever met with twice as much sass. But despite her walls to protect her self deep inside was a shy and caring person who wouldn’t harm a fly, unless your names Lisa and you wear her clothes.

So caught up in your conversation with Jennie you failed to notice Bora, Gahyeon and Yoohyeon coming into the canteen planning to have lunch with you since they figured you still ate alone being to shy to talk to anyone. But there you were on a massive table of boisterous idols laughing and joking with your eyes locked on Jennie’s both of you smiling so wide as you conversed. Giggling and laughing about something nothing but love in your eyes. The boiling point being when she leaned in to peck your lips before winking and scurrying off with the rest of her group leaving you a bright red mess. The boys all cheering and making kissing noises at you while you sat still in shock.

Huffing she stormed off throwing the lunch she had made for you in the trash and angrily texting you to meet her at your dorm later, claiming you had to talk. Which leads you to now. Standing in your groups kitchen awkwardly as the older girl prepares food for you girls, the girls in questing hiding in there rooms from fear of Boras rage never having seen her so pissed.

“So,” she starts cutting the pepper way more harshly than needed causing you to wince “I hear you and Blackpink’s Jennie Kim are very… close”

Laughing awkwardly you hum, “w-well we are kind of close I guess..” you back away slightly as her chopping speeds up sparing a glance to the girls who were peering out their doors, silently asking for help but receiving doors shutting as an answer..

“Look Bora, Jen just-“ the chopping stops but she doesn’t turn to face you, but you can feel the way her face screws up and eyes harden. The air turning cold and tense around you.

“I mean, Jennie, she’s just so nice and sweet. Jennie is a caring person and we got close while around the company, Jennie even likes the show i wanted you to watch and-“

“Jennie this! Jennie that! WHO CARES ABOUT JENNIE!?” She turns around knife pointing at you.

“Bora.. i.. do..?” You chuckle awkwardly eyes flicking between her and the knife until she slams it down. “I like her a lot actually!”

“But does that dumb bitch spare a thought for you! Or is it all money and sex for her, wouldn’t put it past her“ she laughs “probably just using you because she’s bored and your such an easy target for a slut like he-“

“Don’t even finish that sentence!” You growl turning around to get the door intending to tell her to leave but freezing when u see Jennie standing there, silent tears rolling down her face as she begins to back up.

“Jennie! No don’t leave please!” You pull her into your arms as she cries, feeling Bora glare daggers at you from the kitchen.

“Well she should, There isn’t any room for her or food” she huffs with a laugh “Go on little miss big shot idol, leave!”

“No.” Tightening your arms around a shaking Jennie you glare at your old friend. “She stays. You go! You can come back when you learn some fucking manners”

She storms out telling you how Jennie will be bored of you in a week and not to come crawling back to her when that happens. But you couldn’t give a shit about that right now. Kissing jennies head you pull her to the couch and wipe her tears as she sniffles. “Y-you know none of thats true right, i would never-“

“I know” you smile, rubbing her back as she leans into you. “Why would you do that for me, loose a friend I mean?” You look at her like she had grown another head, “because bora was out of line and i care about you… i care about you a lot”

You feel her smile into your chest. “Does that mean were dating?” You let out a shocked laugh before exclaiming “was that not clear the last 3 times we made out!”

“Oh shush” she huffs curling into you as she turns on a movie to watch, rearranging herself till she was basically tucked into you like a baby kitten. Your baby kitten.

A/n: i accept no dreamcatcher or blackpink bashing tho!

Anyway! I hope you like it ;)

ps. originally was a male reader but i changed it sooo

#dreamcatcher #blackpink #blackpink x reader #dreamcatcher x reader #kim sua #sua #sua x reader #sua imagines #kim bora #bora x reader #bora imagines #kim jennie #jennie x reader #jennie imagines

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fuckthisshitimin · 2 months

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nothing that anxiolytics and a coffee and a spiked rum and a drop of chloroform and a clean hit in the back of the neck and seven years in an old lighthouse and a hug from a friend and a long cnc roleplay and 190mg of prescription morphine and a top surgery and a tall glass of milk after a bath and a hopeful daydream to fall asleep to and calligraphy lessons and three 300mg paracetamol 10 mg opium 30mg caffeine lamaline pills and a crown that eats reality and spits back lies and a well recovering racing hound and a bowl of dumpling soup and a big sweater and a coma and a single beautiful rod of depleted uranium and a favorite bench in a park and a handwritten to-do list with all its items crossed and a text from god and a tongue piercing and a lobotomy and an axe and another coffee can't fix.

#love you penisgirlfriend but as a pussyboyfriend i require more downers #maybe a third of these are within reach #'knock yourself out' as they say and i get the zopiclone

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grauline · 3 months

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tagged by @postpunks .. get to know me meme :)

3 Ships: i'm not much of a fandom shipper ! generally the only ships i get particularly invested in these days involve my own ocs .. they HAVE to be tailor-made .....

benson / randy the passenger are fresh on my mind though. i don't know if i can quite claim that i ship it in a traditional sense but their relationship is so uniquely fucked i want to pick it apart with my fingers like a rotisserie chicken . if things had been different i truly believe they could have fixed each other . ouugghhh traumatized southerners . i cooka da yaoi in my brain

i've only watched my partner play a bit of watch dogs 2 but wrench / marcus have a VERY very extremely cute fun dynamic. i think i would love to see something done with d'angelo & lamar (the toreador pc) from coteries of new york but i feel alone in that.

First ship: might have been tsukasa / subaru from .hack//sign !

Last song: 吞吐 (puff) - 八仙饭店 . i cannot take this song out of my rotationnn

Last film: the spirited away stageplay. yes i cried

Currently Reading: keeping jade's answer -- nothing bc we have a rp going :~) just met a character they've been keeping secret from me for MONTHS hehe

Currently Craving: it's SO cold i just want to eat cozy & warm things. chicken & dumplings .. butternut squash soup even ....

Fav Color: olive green & maroon

Relationship Status: jade & i have been together for years now !!! i don't want to imagine things any other way

Last Thing Googled: i think clover singing's website, they had server issues and my account was one of the unlucky ones to accidentally get wiped ..... 💀 she's helping to restore it, my orders should be fine

Current Obsessions: aside from our own ocs !!!! i think about the passenger (2023) every day ...... also daydreaming extensively about my dolls, my first one (who i've decided to name marian) should be shipping out soon if all is well. i hope my little guys get here safely..

#thank you for the tag !#idk who to tag i've been feeling shy lately LOL

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lamnwar · 2 years

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I Can't Remember // KNB Characters x gn! Reader

A/N: it ain't me if I'm not writing fanfic based on my irl experiences bc I'm that one bitch that's always daydreaming, even when she's supposed to be socializing 😩

Context: A long awaited weekend on the beach with your friends finally comes... and there isn't much of it that you can remember. All characters are aged up for plot purposes (early 20s)

Pairing: there's just a bunch of character there so no real pairing, slight Aomine x reader and Kiyoshi x reader tho I really couldn't help myself

Warnings: mention of alcohol, heavy drinking, some flirting here and there, language, 3.6k words because I got inspired lmao but overwise it's just crack 🤭

You open the fridge, hoping with all of your heart that what you've been looking for is here, and to your enjoyment, a last bottle of beer stands in between a block of cheese and yesterday's pasta. You hum, before going outside. As the sunrays hit your face, you squint, the light appearing particularly bright this morning. You finally sit on the small wall between the beach house and the sea, when your eyes have adjusted to the daylight.

“Yo” you hear a voice behind you.

You take a sip before turning around. The blue-haired boy stands nonchalantly against the door frame, looking as if he just came back from a ten days journey in the desert.

“Hey” you reply, voice raspy.

He sits next to you, and you both remain silent for a while, the only noises being the gentle waves, and the very subtle fizz of your drink.

“You look rough” lets out the man.

“Same to you.”

You both laugh. You do, indeed, look terrible. Hair going in all directions, dark circles under your eyes, dry lips and that weird tint on your skin. As for Aomine, it's roughly the same, but he still has his usual charm, even while looking like this.

“Haven't you had enough last night?” He asks while tapping your bottle with the tip of his finger.

“It's the cure to a hangover. This, and dumplings.”

“Give me some then.”

You pass the bottle to him, hands cupping your face as you pull your knees to your chest. You don't have a headache, thank god, and you're pretty sure that you haven't puked, but god are you tired. The thing is, you have no idea when you fell asleep, you just know that you woke up this morning, with Riko's hand on your face and one of your shoes missing.

The rest of the night? A total blur. You have very vague images, but remembering them is as hard as remembering a dream you had ten years ago. You haven't checked your phone, you don't know where it is. Hopefully, somewhere in the house. You better find it soon; beside the fact that you rely on it to function, it's also Sunday and your parents will certainly call tonight as they usually do on Sundays. And this time, when they'll ask you how was your weekend, well... Well, you'd surely have stories to tell, if you'd remember any.

“Daiki, do you remember last night?”

He raises an eyebrow at you, amused by the question. You land a friendly slap on his shoulder – he shouldn't be making fun of you, for all you know, he's probably as bad as you.

“Some stuff. You challenged me to a shot competition, and I won, and then you said that I cheated.”

“You probably did” you scoff, earning a nudge in the shoulder from him.

You sigh. The sky is as clearer as ever, but you can't say that much about your mind. Usually filling the role of the smart one, the one who has an answer to anything – basically being a walking version of Google – it's weird for you to be missing some information. At the same time, you don't want to blame yourself. It has been a rough semester, and you've desperately needed to let off some steam.

“Shouldn't we do something about this blackout?”

Your friend raises his shoulder.

“We'll see it all in the pictures and videos.”

“I lost my phone dude, I have no idea what I've done last night.”

You chuckle, taking a sip of your beer. It amuses you, to a certain extent, the idea that you've been totally unhinged last night. It only makes sense, you figure; you've had your first drink at 3PM, you haven't stopped from that point on. To be fair, you were pretty thirsty after the drive from your apartment to the beach house. In the early summer heat, you were packed in a car with Riko, her boyfriend Junpei, and his roommate Teppei. Sitting at the back between bags and the giant body of Teppei, it only made sense that you required a fresh beer once you’ve arrived. This might be the last time that you’ve had a clear mind, remembering what you’ve been up to.

“I’ve left mine on the couch I think, should we take a look?”

You look up to him, raising your eyebrows. For all you know, the secrets of last night might all be in his phone. Gathering the little energy that you have left, you get up from your seat on the wall, getting back inside. You squint your eyes; you haven’t realized how bright it was outside. The living room is a mess, not as much as you’d expected it to be, though. A couple of glasses are laying around here and there, and you don’t fail to notice to bottles aligned against the wall, witnessing of the wildness of last night. And you obviously cannot ignore the large body of Taiga, passed out on the couch with his shirt opened. You chuckle softly, nudging the blue-haired boy next to you in the ribs so he’ll look at your common friend.

“Shit, he looks rough” he scoffs.

You nod in approval. Deep inside, it feels reassuring to know that you aren’t the only one who has been slightly overboard, and the idea of someone sharing your blackout is rather comforting. You advance towards the sleeping boy, bending in front of me. Despite only half of his body fitting on the couch, he looks comfortable, in deep slumber and you hesitate to wake him up. Yet, you have to, in order to retrieve Daiki’s phone. Granted, you can also wait for the others to be up and question them so you can piece out your misadventures of last night; but you are impatient, and before anything else, you cannot stand being in a blur for much longer. So you take in a long breath, hand slowly poking at Kagami’s cheek.

“Hey big boy” you mutter softly.

He groans, but doesn’t budge. Your hand trails to his shoulder, that you shake lightly. Again, no response.

“You’re being too delicate, shake the motherfucker up” Daiki sighs.

“I don’t wanna be too violent” you pout.

He rolls his eyes, and before you know it, he pushes you aside, his big hand lightly slapping your friend’s cheek.

“Oi, wakey wakey.”

The red-haired boy finally opens his eyes – with much struggle – facing the bored eyes of Daiki. He grunts, taking a moment to fully awaken. For a couple of second, he feels like he comes back from the dead, and reality sinks in at a painfully slow pace. When he finally gathers his surroundings, he lays his eyes on you.

“Sup?” he greats, voice husky.

You smile. He really is in a worse state than yours.

“Feeling like shit. Sorry to wake you up Taiga, but you’re sleeping on Dai’s phone.”

He moves, propping himself up in a sitting position. You’ve never witnessed the basketball player moving so slowly before: in a sloth-like demeanour, he rubs his face and stretches his limbs, before lifting the pillows, looking for the phone. And when he finally does, discovering it in the folds of the couch, he sighs, giving it back to its owner. Daiki shoots him an irritated glance; though he doesn’t say a word, you can read his thoughts clearly on his face. The fact that Taiga’s spent the night sleeping on his phone is enough to annoy him, but maybe somewhere inside him he restrains from making a fuss because none of you are in the state to stand an insignificant quarrel. It takes a few seconds for him to check his battery, then his notifications, before he opens the gallery. You look at him, impatiently waiting.

“Let’s sit” he finally says.

And you do so, joining Kagami on the couch as the blue-haired boy sits between you, ready to show the content of his screen. The first picture is a normal group selfie. Daiki, Satsuki, and Tetsuya, smiling as they hold their cups. It’s cute, but nothing that leads you to retrace your adventures of last night. He scrolls through a bunch of other pictures of that sort, amongst some blurry shots of random moments. Then he stops at a video, exchanging a look with you before pressing on play.

“Whose phone is that? Anyways, look… oh wait, this angle isn’t doing me any good – “

Aomine puts the video on pause, swearing under his beard as he sees the familiar face of the group’s absolute party guy. Kise Ryōta. It’s probably the hangover, but hearing his cheerful voice clearly puts Daiki in a mood, and for a second there, he is tempted to delete the video, so he doesn't have to suffer through it. But the second he lays his eyes on you, he reminds himself of the reason why he absolutely wanted to retrieve his phone in the first place. So he plays the rest, just for your sake. You all stay in silence as you watch the blond change the angle to make him appear under his best light, shooting one of his typical smiles at the camera.

“Looks like there’s romance in the air…”

He chuckles, before zooming behind him. In the darkness of the night, it’s hard to tell what is going on, but you manage to distinguish two bodies standing close on the sand. The video then stops there. What they are doing is unclear, but you recognize the outfits; one being Kiyoshi’s and the other one being yours.

Your eyes open wide. You obviously have no recollection of that part of the night, and you fear what you may have done. It’s not unusual for you to get flirty when drunk, and you have to admit that you’ve always had the sweetest crush on the tall brunette. But it deeply bothers you that you cannot tell what this interaction was about, and what happened after.

“Wow, so you and Teppei, huh?” Kagami lets out.

You groan, rubbing your eyes.

“I have no fucking idea what’s going on there” you complain. “For all I know, it’s nothing… but it might be something too.”

You sink further in the couch, trying to figure out how to sort this out. Unfortunately, your mind is too much in a fog for you to solve your problem, and it takes Daiki scrolling through the pictures again for you to come back to Earth. After some shots of what seems to be a round of drinking games and some weird dancing, your attention is caught by a series of pictures that includes you, in your swimsuit, in the darkness of the night, going for a swim.

“Ah, see, this is what I like” comments Daiki.

“What do you mean?”

“Love to see the little nerd of our group going for a midnight swim. Granted, you’re unfortunately not butt ass naked, but still.”

He laughs, scrolling through more pictures of you in the pitch-black ocean, with the widest grin on your face. And suddenly, you feel some memories rushing back. The feeling of the cool water against your bare skin, the sound of your friends cheering you for going in the water, the splashes of the waves, the smell of the ocean. You sit back for a minute, reconstituting this part of the night in your mind. You remember, talking about a midnight swim with Riko. She said that she’d never done that, and neither did you, given that you’ve never been on the seashore at night before. You remember, pouring some alcohol in your glass while you considered giving it a try. You’ve downed your glass before changing in your swimsuit, and rushing outside in the cool summer night.

“Where the fuck was I when all this happened?” asks the red-haired boy in a state of complete loss.

You furrow your brows, zooming in on one of the pictures, then increasing the brightness of the screen.

“Here you are dummy, right there” points Daiki.

And indeed, it seems that you weren’t alone in your midnight swim. You chuckle lightly, seeing Kagami’s giant body being engulfed by waves, some bits of that moments reappearing to you at the same time. You remember, the tall boy as wasted as you, running towards the waves, stumbling in the sand first before getting up and giggling like a child. You smile at yourself as these memories come; somehow, it is reassuring to know that you’ve done nothing too embarrassing last night. Although, there is still that interaction with Teppei that remains a mystery. God knows what you’ve been doing with him, and for your own sake, you pray it was yet another moment of senseless words and laughs, like the rest of the night seemed to be. You stretch, relieved at your discovery. Sure, the whole night isn’t documented in Daiki’s phone, and your own phone as well as one of your shoes is still missing, but so far, it doesn’t seem as bad as you’ve imagined.

“Good morning kids.”

The three of you jump hearing a new voice, and you eye up to see Kasamatsu standing in front of you, in what looks like a jogging attire. By the coat of sweat on his arms and the earphones dangling around his neck, he indeed looks like he’s just came back from a run, and you can’t help but sending him a confused look. How the hell is he in a good enough shape to go for a run after last night?

“You fucking freak” Aomine shoots a gaze as incredulous as yours to the guy.

Kasamatsu shakes the comment away, going to the open kitchen to pour himself a large glass of water.

“Some of us only had a few drinks last night” he retorts with an amused smile.

It must, in fact, be hilarious to look at Aomine, Kagami and you at this very instant. In appearance, it looks like you’ve been through a lot – and a lot, you’ve indeed been through. And as you get lost in your blurred thoughts, you get a moment of clarity, realising that if you seek more information on your night, Kasamatsu may certainly hold all the knowledge you want. As fast as you can, you get up, rushing to him. Pleading eyes meet his intrigued blue irises, while he finishes his glass.

“You still remember last night, don’t you?”

“I do” he raises an eyebrow at you.

“Good, because I completely blacked out” you complain.

“And you want me to give you some clarity” he reads into your mind.

You positively nod, and he laughs before patting the top of your head. Like the rest of the friend group, Kasamatsu has always known you as the one person who always has everything under their control; you’re the one the rest comes to, looking for answers and some order. But if someone surpasses you when it comes to having their shit together, it must be Yukio. Excellent grades, an apartment that’s always properly organized and cleaned, a healthy social life, and always taking care of himself and the one he loves. It may not be surprising, all things considered, that he is the only sober one after last night's wildness. And it might also be endearing to him to see you like that, knowing that you’ve finally let loose.

“For the most part, you had fun” he starts. “Nothing too wild, if that’s what you’re wondering… except some of your dance moves with Daiki.”

“Huh?” the concerned raises up after hearing his name.

“Yeah, you two got a bit hot on some dancehall. Don’t you remember?”

Your eyes open wide as you look at your friend, barely recalling any of that. The single thought of you getting physically close to Daiki seems like an absurdity, but you also know that Yukio wouldn’t lie. A flash of fright crosses between you and the blue-haired boy, all while Taiga laughs at the situation. And it must be funny, from an external perspective. Everyone knows that Daiki and you are the kind of friends that always keep distance between them. Sure, you tease each other from time to time, but things never go further. Not that you’d want to – Daiki is at best a brother to you, nothing more.

“The things alcohol make people do” sighs Kagami, as if he’s in any position to talk.

You shake your head, when glimpses of this event comes back to you. The image of Aomine’s large hands on your waist appears to you, and for a second, you remember a whiff of his perfume. Red gains your cheeks, when more hazy images come to you. Hips swaying, barely any space between your two bodies, your fingers tangled in his short hair.

“Fuck, you’re kinda hot right now.”

“I know.”

As these words whispered between you resurface, you go back to worrying about stupid things you might have done last night. Just as you’ve finally reassured yourself that you’ve been overall a good kid, you had to be hit by these memories.

“To be fair, it shouldn’t matter if none of us remember any of it” says Daiki.

The issue is that you apparently remember some of it. But he may be right, you both have an alibi. Blame it on the liquor, none of it was done in all consciousness. It’s just dumb drunk people activity.

“Yeah, it doesn’t count” you say more for yourself than for him.

An awkward silence follows suit. If you were in such state that you’ve had a moment like this with Daiki, then maybe you might have done something of the same degree – or worse – with Kiyoshi. The worries that you’ve previously had come back, and you try to rack your brain up, looking for anything. Unfortunately, nothing comes. There is only one way for you to recover the truth, and that would be to ask Kiyoshi about it, with hope that he remembers it. But the possibility that you’ve done something in the slightest embarrassing stops you from doing so. How can you face him if you’ve been acting stupid with him?

But no, you should ask him. You cannot go back home leaving this mystery alive. You need to know, and as the adult you are, you’ll deal with the consequences of your actions in due time. You take in a big breath, gathering all your courage before going to the room where you believe you’ll find the giant brunette. You still remember that he’s left his bags in the bedroom next to the one you’ve been sleeping in. The three boys watch you, perplexed by your actions. The door opens in a silent creek, and you peak inside. The curtains are half closed, and taking all the single mattress, Teppei is laying there, on his phone. The bed next to his is unoccupied; it was supposed to be Hyuga’s but the latter was in the bed you were sharing with his girlfriend. Hearing you, he looks up, shooting you a tired but nice smile. Your heart flutters – you really hope that you’ve behaved yourself last night, because God, do you have a crush on the man.

“Hey there” he says.

You greet him back, closing the door behind you. You figure it’s easier to go straight to the point, so you sit on the empty bed, fiddling with your fingers.

“So, huh… I kinda don’t remember much of last night” you confess. “But apparently we’ve had a little interaction outside?”

“What? Oh, yeah. We had a nice moment outside.”

You nod, looking at him as he moves to face you. You only now notice that he is only in his underwear, which makes you blush furiously. He has no business to look like that when you’re trying to figure out if you’ve made a fool of yourself in front of him or not.

“Did we? I really can’t remember.”

He laughs.

“We did, had a nice talk about stuff. It was fun. Kinda sad that you don’t remember it though.”

“Yeah…”

“Is that all?”

You nod, feeling his gaze on you. A smile creeps on his lips, while he rests his head in his palm.

“You’re wondering if you’ve done or said anything embarrassing, don’t you?”

You sigh, an awkward laugh escaping your lips.

“Yeah, I can get quite… special, when I’m drunk.”

“Well, be assured, you were just the right kind of fun.”

And as these words reach you, you let out the breath you were holding. This morning has been a rollercoaster, as each information you’ve gathered from last night has sparked different reactions. But you feel light now that you’ve resolved the biggest mystery. It’s truly not as bad as you’ve envisioned; as a matter of fact, it isn’t bad at all. You’ve just been talking, nothing romantic there, so nothing to worry about. Maybe this whole fuss is to blame on Kise, he’s the one that framed you in a way that made it look like you were flirting with Kiyoshi or what not. You’ll maybe scold him later.

You shoot a last smile at the brunette before getting up, finally at peace.

“Well, if it was nothing, I’ll let you rest” you say as you go to grab the doorknob.

“Oh! If you don’t remember last night, is the date invitation still standing?”

And here it is, the thing you feared.

“The what?”

You may not remember last night, but there’s one thing that you’ll keep in mind forever, and that is that you will never drink as much as you did ever again.

#the fact that some it was inspired by my friends being blackout after that one weekend we spent together #they'll never know that they served as inspo for my fic tho #aaah to be friends with the knb characters #knb #kuroko no basuke #aomine daiki #kiyoshi teppei #kagami taiga #kasamatsu yukio #kise ryōta #hyuga junpei #riko aida #momoi satsuki #kuroko tetsuya #knb x reader #aomine x reader #kiyoshi x reader #knb fic

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Genshin cringe headcanons part 6: Liyue teens

This post reclaims the term "cringe". If you use it as an insult or is triggered by it, please DNI

Name: Chongyun

Gender: transmasc demiboy, he/they/ice/ghost

Pictures of Character:

Appearance: ethnically chinese, has albinism, white hair dyed light blue, blue eyes.

Age: 16

Sexuality: asexual gay

Personality: optimistic, introvert, easily exciting, naive, does not understand lies, sarcasm or jokes.

Area of greatest ability: exorcism, books

Likes: ghost stories, snow, small mamallians, cold tea, Xiangling's food (the non-spicy one)

Dislikes: pranks, not seeing ghosts, being "drunk" with ices yang energy

Fears/triggers: big animals, being alone, needles

Kins: winter, shiny things, soft stuff, light blue, marbles, paint

Family: Shenhe (biological aunt) Xianyun (adoptive grandmother)

Relationship status: dating Xingqiu

Friends: Xiangling, Hu Tao, Yanfei, Gaming, Qiqi, Baizhu, Itto, Yelan, Tartaglia

Disabilities: autistic, ADD, fibromyalgia

Belief: believes Rex Lapis and has taoist-like practices

Name: Xiangling Maö

Gender: cis girl, she/her

Pictures of Character:

Appearance: ethnically chinese, black, chubby, spoon-kind body, black eyes, braided curly black hair, burn scars on her hands and arms

Age: 14

Sexuality: abroromantic, greyromantic, asexual

Personality: easily exciting, very forgiving, naive, extrovert, may be invasive without knowing

Area of greatest ability: cooking

Likes: travelling on the Crux, making food for her friends and family, getting/hunting new ingredients, onion, fried crystalflies

Dislikes: being limited by other people, when people are rude

Fears/triggers: dying from cold, losing Guoba

Kins: bear, fire, food, cherry blossoms

Family: Wanmin (biological dad) madam Ping (adoptive grandma) Yaoyao (biological little sister) Yanfei (adoptive cousin)

Relationship status: single

Friends: Chongyun, Gaming, Hu Tao, Xingqiu, Beidou, Ganyu, Xinyan, Thoma, Tartaglia

Disabilities: ADHD, dyspraxia, Guoba acts as a service animal and helps her on day to day tasks

Belief: believes Rex Lapis and has taoist-like practices

Name: Yanfei

Gender: trans girl, she/it

Pictures of Character:

Appearance: ethnically chinese, white skin, pink hair, black eyes, dark circles, vitiligo

Age: 16

Sexuality: asexual lesbian

Personality: just, ludical, daydreamer, idealistic, easily exciting, sometimes way too anxious

Area of greatest ability: knowing of the law

Likes: studying the penal code, insects, playing with its hair, reading, tofu

Dislikes: showing off her body, fishing, cold food, when bad people pay their way out of their responsabilities

Fears/triggers: being called a freak, yelling, being abandoned

Kins: sand, clay, antlers, books, fire

Family: Xiangling, Yaoyao (adoptive cousins) Wanmin (adoptive uncle) Ping (adoptive great-aunt)

Relationship status: dating Hu Tao

Friends: Itto, Shinobu, Xingqiu, Gaming, Yelan, Chongyun, Qiqi, Ganyu, Xianyun, Shenhe, Eula, Heizou

Disabilities: autistic, chronic back pain, insomnia, fibromyalgia

Belief: believes Rex Lapis and has taoist-like practices

Name: Hu Tao

Gender: transfem demigirl, she/they/it/ghost/xe/spooky/he

Pictures of Character:

Appearance: ethnically chinese, dark skin, black hair, brown eyes, thin

Age: 15

Sexuality: asexual lesbian

Personality: playful, peculiar, excentrical, morbid, respectful, caring for every living being, considered weird

Area of greatest ability: funerals

Likes: wax, going to the hills on ghosts own, studying plants, poetry, learning other nations' funerary practices, helping ghosts, steamed fish, prawn dumplings, singing, dancing

Dislikes: qingxin slime, sitting still, being yelled at by other people, people who are rude to her friends

Fears/triggers: not being loved, being considered a freak by those he loves

Kins: ghosts, clay, hilichurls, autumn, halloween, red, calligraphy, stones, butterflies, skeletons, coffins, bath bombs

Family: biological grandpa, Zhongli (adoptive dad) Xiao, Ganyu, Xinyan, Qiqi (adoptive siblings) Childe (found family)

Relationship status: dating Yanfei

Friends: Xiangling, Xingqiu, Chongyun, Gaming, Albedo, Klee, Venti, Shenhe, Xianyun, Kazuha, Furina

Disabilites: autistic, hyperactive, hypermobile

Belief: even though she doesn’t necessairely care about Rex Lapis, he believes him and has taoist-like practices on spookys day-to-day life

Name: Xingqiu

Gender: transmasc boyflux, he/they/xe/Knight/write/one/ey/she

Pictures of Character:

Appearance: ethnically chinese, white skin, black hair dyed dark blue, brown eyes

Age: 15

Sexuality: gay

Personality: polite, curious, playful, masks caring with an elite-like mannerism.

Area of greatest ability: writing

Likes: going to Wanwen bookstore, stags, rabbits, reading, pranks, baked goods

Dislikes: being at home and/or with eys family, carrots, taking responsabilities that are not knights own

Fears/triggers: Shenhe, crying in public, being weak

Kins: cherry blossoms, gold, dark academia, water, books, dark blue, coffee

Family: Yelan (cousin)

Relationship status: dating Chongyun

Friends: Baizhu, Gaming, Keqing, Ningguang, Qiqi, Childe, Xiangling, Xinyan, Yanfei, Yaoyao, Yun Jin, Zhongli, Albedo, Kokomi

Disabilities: autistic, ADD, chronic fatigue

Belief: is agnostic

Name: Gaming Yip

Gender: pangender, any pronouns

Pictures of Character:

Appearance: ethnically chinese, brown skin, brown eyes, brown hair, muscled, burn scars

Age: 17

Sexuality: pansexual

Personality: energic, ethical, excentric, friendly, kind, independent.

Area of greatest ability: dancing, Fighting

Likes: being with Man Chai and his friends, herbs tea, sweets, helping others, being accepted as who she truly is

Dislikes: not having enough many, food with way too much seasoning, horror stories, not having their dreams validated, having nightmares with Celestia

Fears/triggers: not being accepted, Celestia

Kins: has no kins, but supports his friends who do

Family: biological father, Xianyun (found family aunt)

Relationship status: single

Friends: Beidou, Chongyun, Ganyu, Hu Tao, Qiqi, Shenhe, Xiangling, Xingqiu, Xinyan, Yanfei, Yaoyao, Yun Jin

Disabilities: ADHD

Beliefs: has taoist-like practices

#genshin headcanons #genshin impact #chongyun #xiangling #yanfei #hu tao #xingqiu #gaming

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loosesodamarble · 7 days

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For your ask game, how about 2, 7, 13, 16, 19, 23 and 24 ☘️

AAAAHHHHH! Oh my goodness! Thank you for all the questions, Vilandel! Sorry if that makes me take Eternity+ to answer but it really is so nice of you to ask so much~!

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2) that makes me laugh

From a sort of crack fic about the Black Bulls putting on a play production of the Tale of Momotarou.

It's just a beautiful hot mess and I laugh every time it crosses my brain again. This particular section where Asta gathers his animal retainers for the job is by far the best because it's a funny little exaggeration of the crew's flaws.

[While on the way to the onis’ lair, Momotarou happened upon a dog, black as night.] Nacht, using his Canis Unite form, stood on the side of the road, arms crossed and eyes fixed in a deadly glare. He barely glanced at Asta when the boy approached. “What?” “You don’t look very happy, Mister Dog,” Asta said gently. “Something the matter?” “I long to feed on the flesh of those who have wronged me,” Nacht snarled in reply. “Hm… If you’re hungry, then I’ll share my rations with you.” Asta dug out one of the millet dumplings and held it out. “They’re my Ma’s and made with love!” In silence, Nacht looked at the dumpling then at Asta. He eyed the ration once more. Then he snatched it up. “It’ll suffice for now.” [Momotarou and the dog continued together. Soon, they came upon a pheasant.] Finral, draped in a feathered cloak that looked suspiciously familiar, was crouched down on the ground, shaking like a leaf. Asta looked to Nacht, who shrugged apathetically. Asta then sat on the ground too. He touched Finral’s shoulder, making the young man jump. “YEEEEEEK!” “What’s the matter, Mister Pheasant? What has you scared?” “I-I-I—! M-mo-more scary than I thought!” Finral stammered. “Charmy! She’s terrifying!” “Please calm down.” Asta offered up a dumpling. “Here, good food always makes me feel better.” Finral hesitantly took the offered food. “It’s… chewy. But really good…” [With two animal retainers in tow, Momotarou’s journey continued. The group’s next encounter was a monkey.] Asta and company found Magna sitting on the ground, picking at his tail made from rope. When they stopped in front of Magna, he scrambled to his feet. “Uh…” Magna stared at Asta, Nacht, and Finral. They stared back. “Monkey noises?” Nacht facepalmed. “Did you not read the script at all?” “Ad lib!” Finral hissed behind his hand. “I, uh, want to become a warrior!” Magna shouted, spraying the others with spittle. “But because I’m a monkey, no one will let me! I want to prove myself!” “Ooooooo! That’s a good motivation! Say! We’re on our way to fight some onis! Want to join us?” Asta offered his hand to Magna. “Hell yeah. Sounds super manly!” Magna grabbed Asta’s arm and shook it. “And the perfect way to become a warrior!” “And now that we’re friends!” Asta handed over another dumpling. “I’ll share some food with ya’!” Nacht and Finral looked to each other. They had to tell themselves it would be over soon. [Momotarou, the dog, the pheasant, and the monkey soon reached the onis’ lair. Their aim was declared and a fierce battle raged.] Asta hesitated. “I know it’s not real but I don’t wanna—” [I said a fierce battle raged now get on with it! DAMN!]

Yami being a narrator who interacts with the characters as they act is just the best thing. It only happens twice in the fic (here and a little earlier) but I still like how it just shows how unprofessional the production is.

7) that i nursed in a daydream before finally writing

The initial idea that had me nursing this fic in my brain before writing happens after this snippet from the fic, but I decided to share this part because of how soft it is...

Ever so carefully, Morgen reached over and placed his hand on Josele’s head. He waited a moment, to be sure that she wouldn’t wake, before he began to run a hand along Josele’s mussed brown hair in slow, soft strokes. Josele fidgeted for a second, making Morgen hesitate. She let out an incoherent murmur before settling again, completely undisturbed. Morgen’s smile grew as he took in the sight of her. Josele just looked so cute, resting peacefully, and he didn’t want to wake her up just yet. And so, Morgen started to hum the tune of a lullaby. It was one he learned from Gwenith before her passing, a bittersweet memory but it was the gentlest song he knew. The melody must’ve reached Josele in her sleep as she sighed and curled closer to Morgen. Even something so small made Morgen fall deeper in love with Josele. Morgen continued to hum and stroke Josele’s hair for another minute or so. Merely enjoying the serenity of the moment. Eventually, Josele started to shift, finally rousing. She turned onto her back and pushed herself up into a sitting position. A squeak of a yawn left her mouth. Then, Josele rubbed her eyes until they blearily opened. “Josie?” Morgen grinned at her when she turned to his call despite being half-awake. Chuckling, he placed a hand on Josele’s cheek. “Ready to wake up?” “I’m awa—aaahhh…” Josele stretched her arms up and arched back. When she finished stretching, she leaned against Morgen. “Good morning, sunrise.” “Good morning,” Morgen replied. The pair remained that way for a bit. Morgen admired Josele, the way she glowed in the dawn’s light. Josele, being so close, took in Morgen’s natural scent that reminded her of dew and honey.

Sorry not sorry for being obsessed with my ship's fluffy moments! Let me just bask in their cuteness and shower you in it too!

13) that helped me understand a character better

This fic, Contrast, actually helped me understand two characters better!

“Isn’t it creepy the way he’s always mumbling?” “Don’t play with him. I hear his family curses people. That makes them evil.” “Why does he keep staring at us from over there?” He never held their words against them. They didn’t know him yet but once they did, he was sure that they would be his friends. That was his hope. So he kept watching. Learning about other people. He noticed how people’s faces lit up when they were given a gift. So Gordon sewed, pricking every finger along the way, until he had made a little doll for each of the children who frequented the park. But instead of smiles, he got looks of disgust and screams. People liked to hear nice things about them. And Gordon tried. He tried to tell Jane how pretty her red hair was or how Mark could strike cool poses. But no one heard him, saying, “What was that you said?” Sometimes, they didn’t even listen and told him, “Stay away from me!” Gordon learned about other people. But no one tried to learn about him. No one looked his way.

A sort of character exploration for Gordon and then Gauche. One tries to reach out to the world only to get pushed away. And the other actively pushes the world away. And yet they found themselves at the same place.

16) from a recent piece i want to brag about

A few months old but this fic, A Mystery in Spade, is something I wanna bring attention to. It's Ciel centric and I just kinda use it to address a detail which I didn't like being unaddressed in the original manga. Ciel is carrying a lot of pressure but she's staying strong through it.

Dante Zogratis, Vanica Zogratis, and Zenon Zogratis of the Dark Triad. Moris Libardirt, former Magic Scholar of the Diamond Kingdom. While reports from Clover’s Magic Knights attested to their downfalls, Ciel and her advisors had made it a priority to find their bodies again to confirm their deaths. The people of Spade had put their all into the task alongside preparing for the rebuilding of homes. And yet after four months… “Has nothing from any of them been recovered?” Ciel’s advisors frowned grimly. “Are we certain that we’ve checked every possible nook and cranny of the castle? We’ve left no piece of rubble unturned? We haven’t ignored any rooms by accident, have we?” Ciel inquired between deep breaths. “Your Majesty, we’re sure,” Albert answered and bowed his head slightly. “This was our fifth full area search. We cannot find a trace of them.” Ciel wrung her hands together. Closed her eyes, squeezed them shut tight. She took deep breaths. Deep, slow, trying-to-prevent-panic breaths. With a final exhale, Ciel opened her eyes and looked her advisors in the eyes.

Of course she's still haunted by the way the Zogratis destroyed her kingdom and ripped her family from her. But Ciel has a kingdom to worry about. She has her son back in her life and her confidence to inspire her.

The fic isn't all that in depth but I still wanna brag about touching upon a loose thread and giving some character to Ciel and Spade as a whole.

19) from that project that was SUPPOSED to be short but then i kept writing and now it is very long

This isn't a completed work but a WIP that's I've been touching on and off. And the reason it's so long is that I conceptualized the arc before realizing "oh no. I can't make this just one long oneshot story. This will have to be... chaptered." And the last time I wrote a multi-chapter fic, it stopped after 11 chapters and I never posted because unless I got a real fire in my belly (and all the time in the world), I wouldn't have the stamina to see it through. (The fact that it was a series spanning fic didn't help.)

Thankfully this WIP's story is more like a mini arc rather than a series re-write. But even then... I originally projected 5-chapters but with Chapter 1 being ~2500 already and I don't think it's done yet, I might have to extend it by another chapter or two so the chapters don't become overloaded.

Miles away, the same song was carried by another voice. “Still and quiet…” Josele muttered to herself as she scrubbed the floor of the common area. “The air feels like death…” Spurred on by the lack of anything else to do, the Black Bulls were doing a deep clean of their base. The squad was spread throughout the base. Clearing out dust, washing everything to a shine, and reorganizing their cupboards and cabinets. While some were having fun with their teammates in doing the work, Josele was absorbed in her own world. “What peril looms beyond…” The words came to Josele from the past, from memories that she hadn’t considered for years. “No one knows…” “What’s with the creepy tune, Jo?” “Huh?” Suddenly pulled from her thoughts, Josele perked up and turned to face Yami who was behind her. “Sorry, say that again?” “I was asking about the song,” Yami said bluntly. “What’s got you singing something so weird?” Josele blinked a couple of times before letting out a half-hearted sigh. “I don’t know actually,” she answered and shrugged. “I was just remembering this old lullaby that my dad used to sing.” “A lullaby? Sounded like some dark ritual chant to me,” Yami replied with a chuckle. He clapped Josele on the back before walking off to resume his share of the cleaning. Left alone, Josele sat in silence for a bit. The lullaby had never come off as particularly unsettling to her. Then again, she grew up with Thomas singing her the song every so often. He never sang as often as Gwenith did, but Josele’s memory of her dad included him singing that tune to her. He shared that lullaby with Josele for as long as she could remember and only stopped after— Josele’s hand, gripping a sponge, paused over her bucket of soap water. When did he stop singing the lullaby? she wondered. I guess I just outgrew lullabies like every other kid. Josele plunged the sponge into the bucket. She had to finish scrubbing the floor.

Who was initially singing the song, prior to Josele? Why is Yami finding the song so unsettling? What is even the central plot of the arc? Hopefully I finish the dang thing so y'all can find out!

But here's some insight. The story of this fic explores Josele's past and her family history. Something which I've left pretty minimal in the content I have posted already. It's also something that happens during the 15 month time skip, kinda like the Devil Believers Arc from the anime only... I really hope my story turns out better...

23) that was inspired by a work from another medium (music, visual art, dance, etc.)

The fic that this snippet came from was inspired by Kenshi Yonezu's song "Lemon" Which is just... it's just Faustsele through and through for me. Cannot get over the song or this fic.

A floodgate opened, and Josele let out a strained wail as she clung to Morgen like a lifeline. The weight of it all, her sorrow and pain, caused her knees to buckle beneath her. Morgen didn’t let her collapse though but eased them both to the ground. He held her. So close. Like he wanted to be one with her even in such a broken state. As though he would never let her go. In that moment, despite the sadness, she felt safe, loved even. … Josele knew it was raining. Her clothes were already soaked through. Her bones felt frozen over. But she wouldn’t leave. Morgen stayed with her through the rain. The least she could do was return the favor. The cold was nothing compared to how she felt. Nothing could match it. Losing the one she loved because she failed to do a thing for him. Perhaps the unending torment could be her solace, a reminder that she once had him at all after her happy memories of him faded. Even if the world moved on without him. If she had to go on without him brightening her life. Morgen was forever in her heart. Forever her light and sunrise. And it pained her to know that.

24) that makes me go "huh...i wrote that?!"

This snippet is from a fanfic that I never posted (and likely never will because... reasons I guess?). When my KnY brainrot was a lot stronger, I wrote!

And aaaaaahhhhh! I wrote content for my oc Shizuka as well as my friend Steph's oc, Suzume. This snippet here is from Suzume's perspective so it's a good moment of showing her analytical skills (outside of combat, in combat she's far more panicky and cute about it!/lh). And it's lowkey me bragging about Shizuka's skills because hee hee! OC!

Afterwards, Suzume and Kenta returned to the yard but remained on the engawa. Shizuka and Masatsugu were already hard at work. Masatsugu did squats while carrying a metal bar weighed down by stones as large as his torso. Shizuka, meanwhile, had surrounded herself with cutting targets and was swiping a blade through them, the metal flashing whenever the sun hit it at the right angle. Both had stripped off their outermost layer, letting their sweat give their skin a faint sheen. “You see incense burner there?” Kenta asked and pointed. “Watch her and tell me what you see.” Suzume nodded then observed Shizuka. The way she moved and cut through the targets could be described in one word: fast. Her body was lithe with whipcord muscles perfectly suited to her agile movements. “It’s clear that she’s suited for speed,” Suzume commented as she watched. Unlike Kochou-sama, though, she’s not compensating. “She’s able to use her speed to enhance her strength rather than make up for a lack of it.” Kenta lifted his bokken then dropped it on Suzume’s foot. “Urk!” “You’re not looking hard enough.” Suzume, hopping on one foot and holding the abused one, opened her eyes through the pain and focused more. The girl’s movements were fluid, with each movement feeding into one another. At times it was difficult to determine where one technique ended and another began. “It’s like all of her attacks are part of a single motion.” Suzume traced the movement of the tip of the sword. The fluidity is less like water and more… Like wind! She could imagine seeing smoke rising from Shizuka’s sword like it would from burning incense. “Watching her Breath Style is like watching smoke rise. It’s derived from Breath of Wind!” “Getting closer… What else is there?” Looking closer still, Suzume noticed that Shizuka’s movement would fluctuate at the last second before the edge of her blade hit the target. It was a last-second snap of motion that released immense power and tore through the targets with ease. What was stranger still was the way Shizuka seemed to cut the very air around her. “She’s able to take the power built from her movement and release it in a single burst.” Suzume’s heart skipped a beat, in awe of Shizuka’s ability. I was wrong. Her swordsmanship is amazing! “It’s a cycle of build and release.” “There you go. It’s certainly complex for someone so young, but she created it herself,” whispered Kenta with a proud grin on his face. “Tell me, do you have any guesses as to why I never have any student slay demons the exact same way?” “‘Why,’ huh?” Suzume pursed her lips and hummed. “By making their own Breath Style, it ensures that everyone has one that’s perfectly suited to them.”

Oh and if I'm gonna talk about Suzume, I have to have to HAVE TO share my favorite moment involving her! (And I will be leaving the text normal size for this snippet because it's needed to understand a bit of the humor.)

“Wha—?! No, no, no! Hey!” yelled Suzume as she chased after the demon. “Hey! Get back here you— Uh! You weird faced demon!” She ran close behind the demon, refusing to let it leave her sight. As he fled, the demon uprooted a tree and used it to knock down several more in Suzume’s path. “Yikes!” Suzume jumped back as far as she could. Leaves and cough-inducing dust filled the air. Suzume got through her coughing fit then looked up. “Oh… no… He got away!” She vaulted over the felled trees, looking back and forth for her opponent. Keep calm! Don’t panic! You can find him again! He couldn’t have gotten far! … Except he’s a demon with superior strength and speed so he actually could have gotten far if he was trying! He probably is trying since I’m here to kill him, too! And there’s a whole mountain to search for that matter! Suzume stopped and slapped herself in the face. Get a grip! The search continued. Left, right, up, and down. It didn’t take long before Suzume heard branches rustling nearby. She held her sword in the direction of the sound. The demon had climbed a tree and wrapped himself around a branch and appeared to be shivering. “D-don’t tell me you’re scared too,” Suzume whispered, her shoulders drooping. Right, they’re still human deep down. “I… I can try to make your death as painless as possible if…�� She noticed the demon’s face began to sag. “That…” No, it was more like the skin was melting off. “Helps…” Suzume gaped. The demon shed his skin and came out looking stronger. His skin was green with blade-like protrusions sticking out of his arms and legs. There were more eyes on his face. He obtained sharper teeth and larger mandibles. He also grew five spikes from his forehead. When Suzume finally came back to her senses, she vaguely pointed behind her and squeaked out, “I’ll… be going now…” Then the demon had the audacity to move again. “KYAAAAAAAAAAA!”

Yes, Suzume fights the Father Spider on Mount Natagumo Mountain and it's the best thing in the entire world! She loses her cool a bit easily but she gets her head after a temporary scare. I love Suzume! I love Steph for letting me write for Suzume. AND I LOVE THIS MOMENT!

I know this was two snippets but I just love my old KnY work so much! Especially with golden character moments like this!

#questions from the ask box #ask game #soda asides #i really should get back to work on that series #i have ideas for it but the brain..

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