#his rambling is nonsensical but it is interesting nonetheless

[crumbztoast]

he be ramblin

#his rambling is nonsensical but it is interesting nonetheless #jehjsjssksn #idk i just wanted to draw him happy #dhmis yellow guy #yellow guy #dhmis #dhmis fanart #dhmis tv show

[evil8keta]

Hi!!! :) can you please write for the mercs’ s/o who is very educated on things like history or plants!

as a fellow plant and history enjoyer, this was quite fun to write :D

mercs x reader who studies history and plants

SCOUT

- when he was young, scout got little to no education. as a result, he kinda grew to have this slight bit of scorn for people that are very smart and educated...not you though! he has so much respect for you! :D he was never curious about history or plants, but after he noticed how much you know about these two topics, he was amazed! scout really likes it when you talk to him about the things you know!! and even though it might seem like he's simply passively listening, he actually remembers a lot of the stuff you say

PYRO

- thinks you're so cool and smart!!! they aren't very interested in history, but they really like flowers, so they often ask you random questions about plants and stuff :]] also, they really like when you ramble about the things you're educated on. like, you can be explaining plant photosynthesis or talking about some war that took centuries ago, and pyro is gonna sit there listening to you with stars in their eyes... they don't understand half the things you're saying, but they admire you nonetheless!

SOLDIER

- at first, soldier doesn't think too much of your knowledge. like yeah, it's impressive, but he's the type of person to prefer brawn over brain, if you know what i mean....HOWEVER, that changes completely if you're educated on american history (i mean what else did you expect xD) soldier is able to listen to you talk about american history for hours. so much knowledge...he thinks you must be the smartest person on earth! because of this, he often brags about you to others!! isn't it totally awesome that he has such a cool and clever s/o? he's sure everyone is jealous!

HEAVY

- he's actually really smart, and even though he's not educated on the things that you are, he does enjoy having intellectual conversations with you! his favorite thing to discuss is definetely history, he loves to learn from you and in return he can tell you some bits and pieces of russian history if you're interested. heavy really admires you for being so educated!!

DEMOMAN

- LOVES to listen to you talk. demo always shows genuine curiosity and has frequent questions about your field of education. he always listens intently and actually remembers a lot of the stuff you teach him about!! and because you're on his mind 24/7, he often quotes the things you said in front of the others, which is pretty sweet of him :) it's also really funny when he's quoting the things you said while he's totally wasted. since he can't speak or think properly, he mixes it up and says complete nonsense instead lol. one time he got really drunk and said that george washington was the first king of poland

ENGINEER

- he's pretty chill about it, like YES omg he thinks it's very cool that you're so smart and educated about the things you enjoy, but this man would admire you even if your brain was the size of a peanut yk. he loves your voice and how happy you sound when you talk about your interests, so he often lets you passionately ramble to him while he works on his machinery :D

MEDIC

- so amazed!!! medic was never much interested in plants or history, but he picked up a huge liking towards both of these topics after you started talking about them with him. he actually manages to remember like 90 % of the stuff you tell him about, so he often repeats whatever you told him to his patients. it can be something silly and trivial, like the fact that bamboo grows really fast, but he always seems so happy and excited to share the things he learned from his wonderful s/o!!!

SPY

- think your knowledge is really, REALLY admirable. spy has huge respect for smart people (since most of the time he's surrounded by idiots lol). he knows you're passionate about plants and history, so from time to time he asks you random questions, partly to show support for your passion and partly because he's genuinely curious to hear what you have to say. one simple question usually turns into more and suddenly you guys spend the entire afternoon talking about the medieval bubonic plague, how fun!

SNIPER

- sniper is a smart dude, but more in a practical way than academic, so he didn't really see the appeal in your specific fields of knowledge at first. though over time he realizes that your knowledge is actually...well, cool. entertaining, even. he finds himself enjoying listening to you talk about whatever comes to your mind and quite often joins you in a conversation. he doesn't know much about history, but he's an outdoorsy person, so he knows a lot of things about nature. he loves to teach you AND learn new things from you aswell. also he's secretly very impressed by how smart you are ;D

#team fortress 2 #tf2 x reader #headcanons #keta writes

[iamaweretoad]

The Orkney Brothers as D&D classes:

Gawain - Fighter (Battlemaster subclass) Agravain - Rogue/Wizard multiclass (Inquisitive/War Magic subclasses) Mordred - Paladin (Oath of the Crown - specifically for the mechanical subtext) Gaheris - deliberately sub-optimal cleric/barbarian/fighter multiclass Gareth - Fighter (Champion subclass)

Nonsensical rambling about class choices under the cut.

I thought about the cavalier subclass for Gawain, but given that he’s the eldest son of a king and and fought in at least one war as well as fending off Saxon raids, I feel like battlemaster is the best fit -- not in the sense that he’s a tactician, he’s not, but he’s a good leader and good at working/fighting as a team. Before he was a round table knight, he was breaking Saxon shield walls, and you don’t do that without damn good unit cohesion. Also, the synergy between the Brace maneuver and the Sentinel feat means that basically, if someone breaths within 5 feet of him, he gets to hit them.

Agravain is far more interested in the intrigue and political maneuvering of the court than he is in physical combat, but he is nonetheless highly effective. Where Gawain is a straight up tank, Agravain’s approach to taking damage is just “I think the fuck not”. Uncanny Dodge and Evasion from rogue plus Arcane Deflection from the wizard’s War Magic subclass, then throw in a medium armor + shield proficiency with a feat and he becomes fuck-off hard to hit. The rogue’s Inquisitive subclass gives him some handy abilities for navigating court intrigue and an additional way to get sneak attack which, combined with war magic’s Tactical Wit ability, is guaranteed to ruin someone’s day.

Mordred is the most conviction-driven of the five of them, so paladin felt like a natural fit. As mentioned above, I went with Oath of the Crown, not for the flavor text, but for the mechanical subtext -- the combination of very protective abilities and “meet me in the fucking pit” aggro abilities. It creates a really neat reflection both of his personal convictions and also the kind of environment that he grew up in. Also Divine Allegiance (which allows him to take damage for an ally) is narratively clutch af.

Gaheris is A Mess. And I wanted that to be reflected in his mechanics as well. Cleric and Barbarian deliberately lack synergy, and Fighter is thrown in to further dilute the pool and also because he’s been trained to be a soldier/knight since childhood so it didn’t make sense not to take a level or two. Also, Danger Sense from barbarian and the various stealth/distraction abilities from the cleric’s Trickster domain made sense as extensions of childhood trauma responses. Plus a homebrew rage mechanic to make it something that only triggers when he fails a wisdom save and loses control. On a more positive note, taken together the 3 classes are essentially a deconstruction of the paladin class, so there’s some built in mechanical foreshadowing for potential growth/healing later on.

Gareth is.....The way I imagine Gareth is that everyone else is at least semi-aware that they are in *some* subgenre of fantasy, whereas Gareth thinks he is in a sports anime. So I had to go with the Champion subclass. Still very much a Knight (tm), but flashier than Gawain and more DPS focused which fits with him being the youngest (especially in terms of trying to figure out/establish his identity outside of his brothers) and also his determination to impress Lancelot.

#i spent way too much time thinking about this #but i love them so much #the orkney clan #headcanon warning

[quincyhorst]

(Scrapped Tweet Thread)

Inspired by my 2022 WC tweets and posts, regarding how similar both keeper looked.

I like to headcanon that while Jean and Ladji have both their left eye covered by hair, the reasons differ between them. Jean's a very stupid reason, but Ladji's one... Is quite serious.

(Note, but this post was meant to have an "adult content warning" for alcoholism in this post just in case; but it apparently made the blog impossible to browse through. Although it isn't severe, I'd still say to proceed with caution.)

Ladji's father is mainly a gardener, but he's also a worker at Vigne du Clos Montmartre, a vineyard located within the parisian neighborhood. Typically the wine harvested gets auctioned off, but he has enough contacts and good relationships for him to get few bottles in secret. He typically keeps it hidden until it's party time, which for him happens like... Every season. In these occasions he likes to invite his friends, play music, and joke around till they all get drunk. But sadly, due to his tendency of drinking too much, the man can get pretty weird in attitude; rambling nonsense, singing loudly, or playing around with objects. However until now, he had done nothing that could endanger his buddies, his wife, or his only son.

...But one day, this wasn't the case.

Typically while these parties happened, Ladji and his mother would go into separate rooms, just not interested on joining. But in that dreaded day, little Lad realized he had left one of his art supplies where the man was partying, so he quickly went to retrieve it. Unfortunately, and perhaps due to fate's cruel hands, his father had gotten drunk too early, and noticing a spider on a wall, he threw an empty wine bottle at it in hopes to kill it. This was just an eccentric choice which could be cleaned up later, but... Unfortunately, as he hadn't noticed the nearby child either, one of the glass' shards fell right into his son's own face.

The child's painful scream was enough to make the old man re-gain his consciousness and he inmediately tried to undo his mistake, attending Ladji alongside his buddies. Unfortunately, the damage was already done.

By a miracle neither of Ladji's eyes were hurt nor any other improtant parts of his face, but he had gained instead a mild scar over one of his eyebrows. It eventually healed away, although on the time it took Ladji couldn't help but feel nervous just by seeing it. So, he let his hair grow in hopes of covering it, even if it meant worsening his own view. Ironically even with the wound gone, Ladji's eye vision would start to decrease either way, so now he had a proper excuse to cover said eye. At least let's look at the bright side; nor scar nor blindness were enough to stop him from making such beautiful art.

But while the physical wound was healed, sadly the incident left an emotional one in Ladji and his father's relationship (Which would get even worse as time went on), even if he has tried to excuse himself with "It was just an accident". At least after discussing it with his wife, his drinking habits decreased, so it will most likely not happen again. Hopefully.

To this day, neither of Ladji's friends know the true reason of his "emo" fringe, and he's better off keeping it that way. But the secret often leaks out in the form of a mysterious nelophobia (fear of glass) he developed post-incident, which does awaken some questions from Pierre or Émile. Who knows if he'll ever open up one day.

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Now, as for Jean... His unseen eye isn't covered because of an injury, a vision problem, or something similar... He just has a very slight heterochromia. That's it. It has a more blu-ish tone than the visible one (Dark sea green, inherited by mom), something barely noticeable...

Nonetheless, when he was pointed out this by his caregiver, little Jean felt rather embarassed by how uncommon it was. So, he constantly tried to hide it, choosing his fringe as the best method. Fortunately as time went on he came to actually accept his heterochromia, yet... His hairstyle was just too cool to cut it out.

Only said caregiver, his mother, and his friends Nice + Reef know about his other eye color; and soon Quincy will join them as his own curiosity grows further. The public is still unaware about Jean's heterochromia though, but its not like he cares much anyway. In fact, he benefits from having his eye hidden, as he gives it an excuse for people to theorize and gossip about what he could have under that eye. A perfect excuse to growing his fame.

Two things added here:

I wanted to add more characters here but honestly... Justifying why SO many have one eye covered feels rather overwhelming. I'll leave it ambiguous for anyone outside these two unless I have an interesting idea to offer.

...And honestly, sorry if all my Ladji headcanons so far have been pretty grim. He's just like that. But worry not, I've decided to add something more lighthearted for tomorrow :`)

#HC:Ina11 #Big Waves (Ina11) #Rose Griffon #Ladji Paara #Jean Baker

[bunycube]

!!! hi again (sorry in advance for the very long message ,_,)

wait so do you mean that there is not english translation of Lamento ? so like if i were to download it I'd need to play it in Japanese ? o.o and like find a translation and read from there at the same time !? heck :")

ominous yes!! but there's something really nice about it ??!!

💀💀 not me imagining Tetsuo as a cardboard box now ksndjdjdj i see what you mean tho still i love him nonetheless :') i think he's just a lil bit shy and quiet, keeps to himself alot.. i feel like he's never really had any close friends,, maybe any friends at all i liked seeing glimp of soft and gentle Tetsuo :') there were some really cute and tender moment with Youji too (well as cute and tender as it can be given the circumstances lolol) it's fun to imagine what they all could have been like without all this innerbeings stuff fuckin them all up

it's ok to feel so close to Youji even if you don't know why 😊♡ and YEAAAS i felt the same same same about Z!!!! :"))) very interested to hear more of your thoughts about him if you ever feel like writing them down 👀👀

skdjdjdj entire cities apart made me laugh but true :^) tho even if he left his dad and all that the hell within would still follow him,,, he can't help that he been dragged into all this by his dad and he literally has no escape ,_,

hahajjsjsjsjs i know now there are no sweet endings lmao i can't say i didnt know at first because i had been warned but STILLLLLL i wasnt expecting that from Makoto!!!!! for that end to be so unhinged x') i thought he'd be the less bad difjfjdj

i do like to also imagine something where they someone all get free from the nonsense and just get to have normal lives and happiness ;_;

LOL i dont remember the ugly outfit :"))) i wasn't sure about Rin at first like ,,,, what's his angle,,, he is just pretending to be nice,,, why so mysterious,,,, he did grow on me but idk idk

aw im sorry Nano's made you feel that way :'( i love him very much :'):

aaaa i wasn't sure what to think of Motomi in all the other routes i was very mmm🤔🤔🤔🤔mmm but when i did his route i was like !!!!😍😍😍!!!!!

yeah Akira was alright but Aoba probably remains my fav protagonist(is that the right word??) and and i loved Takeru alot too , before he died when he sees like his sister and his parents and ;_; made me cry lowkey wish he had a route too ~ aND IT'S OK I LOVE GUNJI TOO WOAA

i like Arbitro too a little for some reason there's just something about him ,,,,, but his route was really underwhelming to me ??? idk i was expecting more from him

NO NEED TO APOLOGIZE!! RAMBLE AWAY very interesting to read someone being excited about what they are talking about !! :)))))))

never apologize for long messages!!! i love em! response under cut

there IS an eng translation for lamento! its just a pretty long process to download it haha. i was saying that i had to download some dvd mounting thing to get it to work snfbsb the game itself is fully translated, no worriesbthere!!

yesyes its like kimda ominous but still calming w all rhe quiet sunset empty classroom vibez...you know....

😭😭 oh yeah i get u, i think tetsuo is just a reserved kid plus he prob felt like he didnt fit in very well? thats just me guessing but he seems like that kind of guy...i think hes the same as youji in that respect, both of them kimd of quiet n awkward n not teh type to easily make friends :) he does some pretty bad things but im like sigh well its this kind of game so ofc that happens...besides that i think hes just an awkward quiet kid who looks rly intimidating like hes not bad once u start talking to him. i lovednsome of his gentler scenes w youji, my favs when they were eating ramen and tetsuo picks out the bamboo shoots from youjis bowl bc he doesnt like them...it made me so 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 i also loved when youji was showing him pics of his nephew ...idk idk sp is so dark but i loveee gentler scenes like this its so 💔 to me that they manage to find moments of peace despite everything around them...

oh true i thought abt this too...no matter how far zenya runs away he can never escape bc the thing thats causimg all his problems is his own body, so he just cant run away from it or do anything abt it ;___; poor boy he never asked for this n his whole life is just doomed from tjebstart bc of his shitty father...

if i started talking abt why i like zenya we would be here ALLL LDAY and rhis post would literslly never end lol i just like analysing him and how everythign hes been through shapes his actions and behaviour n all hmmmm

OH YES...sweetnpool normal au :))) i lvoe to imagine it i feel like tetsuo youji n makoto would hang our together n zenya is that one guy no one invited but he jsut joined in anyway n the others dont rlycwant him there but well. hes there now

lmaoo this is the ugly outfit

ohh yeah i was thinking abt this yesterday too and aoba is hands-down my fav chiral protag!,$& i jusr love him sm his personality design everything is chef kiss hes so fun and lovely and means sm to me. hes very comforting to me personally as well and hes just a special boy...tho i love the other protags as well haha

OH YEAH i loved takeru too wtfff i wasnso sad when he died bc he had never had antthing good ivhis life n thenche dies SO BRUTALLY...and he jsut wantednto help his family it made me v sad :( they spent sm time on him i fully expected him to atleast have an ending so when he died i was like huh, wiat what 😭😭😭😭

ngl, arbitro makes me sick 2 my stomach for reasons u prob already know but he surprisingly isnt relevant ti the plot st all? so i keep forgetting abt him. i liked how campy his design was but thats it. hecmakes me sick !!! yeah jdbfbd

same for u! i lovenreading lomg responses haha i always ramble a lot so i feel less guilty if the person also writes a long reoly, beside its very fun to read and respond to!

#ask #ill put under cut wait i need to go on desktop #long post

[hooman-tree]

I M A G I N E ; ;

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[GIF NOT MINE]

I M A G I N E ; ;

Knuckles trying to confess to you, but ends up using the wrong statements and gets all embarrassed from this.

This is how it might go...

WARNINGS ;; NONE, JUST SOME FLUFF.

Knuckles fumbled around with his gloves in such discomfort, his nose wrinkled in an unamused expression and he let out a deprived sigh.

His companions, Sonic and Tails, had helped to prep him up for what he’d do next. He was quite unsure with himself, as he was still new to the complexions of this peculiar planet, Earth.

Nonetheless, he didn’t want to seem like a coward and back down for this next courageous act. So, as Sonic and Tails whizzed away to go wait by the truck to drive off for ice-cream. They awaited for Knuckles and [Name].

Before the blue blur went off to the truck, he teasingly nudged the red echidna and gestured over to the [Animal Name] that was packing up the baseball gear they had used.

[Name] handed the gear over to Tom and Maddie, as the couple ruffled the [Colour] mobian’s fluff and they grinned in pride. Turning, they were immediately faced with Knuckles’ face and they let out a shocked yell at this.

Stumbling backwards on their own feet, Knuckles widened his eyes in an apologetic manner. “My apologies, [Animal Name]. I merely wanted to, uh, tell you something.”

[Name] woozily nodded, adjusting their baseball cap that Tom had given to them and they leaned against the post-board in curiosity. “It’s, uh, fine. What is it you wanted to tell me?”

“Well, uh...” Knuckles trailed off, looking at his gloves and found that whatever he wrote on them was smudge up. A frown slipped onto himself from this, as he didn’t know what to say now. But, he recalled some comments from the main part of Green Hills that could help him out with this situation.

“Will you marry me, [Name]?”

The [Animal Name] widened their eyes in shock, coughing on the air and shook their head to steady themselves, since they almost tripped up on their own two feet. “Excuse me, what--?”

“Wrong line, Knux!” Sonic yelled out, cupping his hands to his mouth from where he was at from the back of the truck.

[Name] furrowed their invisible brows, glancing over to the echidna, who seemed to be shuffling about to try think up on what to say.

“What I am meaning to say is: Happy Birthday-- Wait, uh, Merry Christmas!--” The echidna rambled on what seemed to be utter nonsense, growing frustrated and quickly flustered from how much of a mess he was being in front of [Name].

“Remember, just how we practiced it, Knuckles!” Tails chorused out, managing to stop the echidna from further embarrassing himself.

Knuckles sent the fox and the hedgehog, both firm nods and faced the confused [Animal Name]. Mustering up all his courage, Knuckles curled his hands into fists with determination.

“We’ve had quite a journey, dear [Name]. Meeting you was quite interesting from then onwards. And, even though we’ve had our ups and downs, this has all made me realise something.”

“What’s it made you realise, Knuckles?” [Name] pushed themselves off from the post-board, staring at the red echidna with such an intent look of interest and curiosity. Knuckles noticed them taking a few steps towards him, as he took a few steps back himself.

“Well, uh, I have realised that I--” He paused for a moment, it seemed like he was second-guessing himself. But, he took in a deep breath and spluttered out his next words. 

“I have realised, that I have fallen for you, [Name] the [Animal Name].”

#movie knuckles #knuckles x reader #knuckles #gender neutral reader #movie knuckles x reader

[the-painted-siren]

Again

Summary: “Are they there again? Sheesh. Here, give me your hand.” Rin can’t see demons. Yukio can. In a world where Yukio said something about it, Rin has the perfect solution.  

New chapter drop has apparently got me in the mood to be writing something, apparently. Hallelujah, I’ve had writer’s block for months! Of course, it’s for Blue Exorcist. Hard to avoid my teenager fixation. Anyway, here’s some nonsense rambling that was only spawned by me re-watching Maki’s and Mai’s fight from JJK season 1. It’s not very cohesive but at least it’s something, right?

Yukio is seven when sees his first demon. Gangly and limp and stinking of rot in the middle of the hallway. It’s a tiny thing, small enough that Yukio can kick it like a football. Small enough that most people can’t even see it, can walk right past it, and go about their day. Frankly, Yukio should be able to ignore it just fine. It can’t hurt him, can’t even touch him. They’re in a house of God.

Yet, the only thing that sends the demon cowering is Rin—who walks right past it without so much as a glance.

For whatever reason, that moment sticks with Yukio. That Rin, who can’t see the danger, simply chooses to trot by, smile as bright as the sun and hardy knuckles taped up in colorful band aids. He’s not afraid of anything, even after Yukio tells him, bawling with fat tears rolling down his cheeks. 

“Seriously?” Rin says it with as much interest as if a teacher assigned him extra homework. “But there’s nothing there.”

“Just because you can’t see it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist!” Yukio wails. “I can see it just fine!”

“Are you that afraid?”

Something pulses in Yukio. It’s like a stab wound, a festering anger clawing at the inside of his chest. Why must his brother be so stupid? It feels like betrayal, not that seven-year-old him knows what that word is just yet, but the pain is raw unlike anything he’s had the misfortune of feeling in his meager, short life.

“Alright, alright, here,” Rin grumbles. He takes Yukio by the hand, much to Yukio’s jolting shock. No hesitation, no fear. Nothing that exists in Yukio exists in Rin as he gently grabs hold and guides Yukio right past the problem as if it can’t so much as draw breath as a pebble.

Rin, without fail, unable to hold a grudge for very long, breaks off into a sprint with Yukio in hand, out into the cool, winter waiting outside.

***

The next demon is bigger, of course. They feed on fear and anger and all manner of negative emotions—or so Father Fujimoto says during one of his sermons. It’s louder too, a maimed and mutated bird with decaying feathers and a gaping wound in its chest, glaring down on Yukio from the schoolyard after his first day in the new grade.

“Die. Die.” It squawks with a mutilated voice.

Rin shrugs at the description.

“That’s horrible,” he says, though he clearly doesn’t care. “Come on, you baby. Let’s go.”

Rin offers his hand this time, rather than just touching without permission.

“I’m not a baby,” Yukio mutters, but nonetheless his fingers lace with Rin’s. They take off across the yard and toward the gate, far away from the screeching sounds that’ll haunt his nightmares later that night.

In the long run, it won’t matter all that much. Because Yukio will have constant nightmares about demons, constant fits where he can’t focus or even breathe until the damned things are gone, either by a prayer or the business end of a gun. And Rin will continue to not care all that much. Birthdays come and go, the weather and the seasons change, Yukio rarely speaks of or acknowledges demons, but Rin will still pick up on their presence with terrifying nonchalance.

“What’s the matter?” Rin snaps on some innocuous day. “Hurry up.”

Yukio, reaching nine-year-old with his twin brother, fidgets at the top of the stairs of the temple grounds. It’s just a summer festival, the evening sun still hot against their backs, even more so with the thick fabric of their kimono tied snugly into place.

“They’re…” Yukio fumbles with his words. “Brother, they’re…”

Rin groans, something familiar, something worn rough by harsh growling. “Are they there again? Sheesh. Here, give me your hand.”

Their sandals clack against the stone, uneven and stumbling as Rin half-drags Yukio along the path toward the shrine they promised they’d meet their father at.

“Stop giving them so much attention. You know they like that.”

“I know.”

Yukio doesn’t say anything else, too far swallowed by his own shame. What’s the point in him learning exorcism? Rin would be far better at this than he would. It’s unfair, in a way that makes Yukio want to laugh. He knows, deep down he knows he’s doing this to protect Rin, because Rin is never going to see what’s truly important. He’s only going to see what he wants to see: a clear and illuminated way to get to where he wants to go, unburdened by the presence of demons.

If anything, Rin does all the protecting. He cushions Yukio’s weak heart.

It really is unfair.

***

“You can’t look at them, they feed by looking into your eyes,” Yukio’s com tells him on a mission. He’s seventeen, doesn’t want to be here, should have retired a long time ago. Should have told Father Fujimoto and Mephisto and Lucifer to shove it.

“Ah, so they’re like the crying statues from that one tv show?” Rin asks.

The dark colors of the exorcist cassock fit Rin better than it ever did Yukio. It gives structure to his form and brings out the bursting bundle of rosemary and sage tethered to his true cross pin—a gift from Shiemi. He has a sword to fight, a repaired Kurikara that no longer acts as a gate to Gehenna. The blue of his flames now wreathe him whenever he wants them to, having made peace with his origins.

Yukio struggles and fails to choke down a griping noise that only younger brothers can make.

“Seriously?” He manages through all that.

“Don’t be a spoil sport, Yukio,” Rin replies, grinning from ear to ear. “It’s a good show.”

“You’ve never seen an episode all the way through.”

“Don’t need to.”

‘Moron,’ Yukio thinks with no small amount of vitriol. Broadly speaking from the top of a building, he’s had it up to here with Rin. For a lot of reasons, but mainly it’s because of that same mixed feeling. Of resentment, of admiration, of some long-suffering exhaustion that’s been building up for a decade.

“Relax,” Rin eventually says. “What, you think we can’t handle this? Here.”

A wave of familiarity goes through Yukio. Rin reaches up, plucks the glasses from the bridge of Yukio’s nose—boy, is that beginning to get old—and perches them on his own face.

“There, see? Can’t look into their eyes if you can’t see their eyes.”

Yukio wants to tell him that’s not how it works. At least, he’s sixty-seven percent certain that’s not how it works. With Rin, one can never be certain. It’s like asking a moth to not fly into a light. But most of his train of thought is cut off by Rin grabbing his hand as if they’re children again. As if nothing ever changes.

“Come on,” Rin says, pulling them into the dark, tangling nest of demons before them. “I bet you we can have this done before dinnertime. Trust me!”

Well, somethings change, Yukio surmises. Neither of them can see now, in the physical sense. But in the metaphorical sense, it’s the opposite. At least he knows they’ll get out of this safely. At least he knows Rin is taking this seriously. At least, they’re only each other’s responsibility when they want to be. 

“Please,” Yukio manages. “We’ll have this done before lunch.”

#my fic #my writing #blue exorcist #ao no exorcist #fanfiction #writers on tumblr #like i said incoherent but better than nothing #will there ever be a day when these idiot twins with issues don't give me feelings? #probably not #gen fic

[a-crepusculo]

Latest Trend (Ethan x MC)

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x Dr. Marchia Bisognin (F!MC)

Setting: Set around 2,5years after the end of Book 3.

Premise: The newest TikTok trend caught Ethan off guard.

A/N: Inspired by this video I randomly watched on TikTok, so I’d recommend you to watch the video first! But seriously, this fic is another nonsensical ramblings of mine so there’s basically no plot 🤭 Alright, enjoy friends!

Mischief have clouded Marchia’s mind ever since she saw one of those new TikTok trending videos. As rain pattered on their balcony window this morning, she mindlessly scrolled through her ‘For You’ page, in which she stumbled upon an interesting—perhaps slightly risqué—couple prank clip.

The idea was simple: you would surprise your significant other by flashing them and record their reaction to it.

In theory, this concept is fairly straightforward; grab your smartphone, surprise your partner with your spectacularly bare breasts, and record their immediate response. Yet, Marchia doubts that her dashing husband is willing to make it that easy.

Ethan has expressed his reluctance—or, rather, repugnance—to participate in such undignified act numerous times. Whenever the young doctor asks her husband to help her recreate the latest trend, he would simply stare her in the eyes and answer, “I’d rather not.”

Nonetheless, this time around, Marchia is determined to get the job done.

Ethan was standing behind the sink when she took a peek from the bedroom door; sunlight beamed around his body from the windows in front of him. His hands carefully lifted several soiled plates—most of them were stained with oil and bolognese sauce—that they have used for lunch.

She slowly tiptoed her way into their open plan kitchen. Like a lion hunting down his prey, Marchia’s eyes were fixated on her husband to ensure that he doesn’t notice her coming in.

Equipped with her handy-dandy iPhone, she stood motionless behind Ethan; still completely oblivious about what is about to hit him. Using her free hand, she tugged her oversized t-shirt and pulled it up to her neck.

“Eh-hrm,” she deliberately cleared her throat, eyes locked on him.

He could feel the warmth of her gaze on his back. Unsuspectingly, he turned around his head, his hands still scrubbing the blue greasy plate.

“Do you—” he stopped, his breath caught up in his throat. His eyes widened at the sight of her full breasts.

“Wha—” his voice quavers, lines forming between his eyebrows. “What in the world are you doing?”

There was a small pause between them, both standing perfectly still.

For her, it was a unique occurrence to see the great Ethan Ramsey being rendered speechless. His cheeks glistened with red, mouth slightly gaping as surprise overtook him, his ocean blue eyes assessing her curiously. 

“Are—” Ethan stared at her, lips parted as he stuttered for a response. “Is— is this for your ticky-tock?”

She gazed at him with astonishment, the smirk on her face getting bigger by the minute. She couldn’t help herself but giggle at the profound realization on his face.

“You sneaky little—” he showed off his devilish grin, hands delicately putting down the fragile items. In one swift movement, he lifted her over his shoulder as she yelped with laughter.

“Stop!” she playfully smacked his back, urging him to stop. “Your hands are wet! You can’t do this!”

“You can beg after I get you in bed, love,” he marched towards their bedroom.

“Look!” she exclaimed, showing off her screen while squeezing together in bed. Ethan looked over her shoulder, shifting his gaze to her iPhone.

“You’re TikTok famous now!” Marchia lets out her signature hearty laugh. Her body turned around to meet him, snuggling closer to circle her arms around his neck.

Ethan’s fingers gently brushed away shorter pieces of hair from her face, allowing him to see her taunting smile. It was fate, he believed. Destiny. A fortunate stroke of serendipity to have her by his side, every single day.

“What?” she asked quizzically, raising her chin. “Why are you looking me like that?”

“Nothing,” he offered her an affectionate smile.

“I’m just lucky to have you,” he whispered lightly, peppering kisses along her cheeks.

Additional A/N: Yes, the font looks different because I couldn’t download the original one askfdjslkjflksj I hate technology

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[delimeful]

Healer

warnings: feeling trapped, vague experimentation, pain

fifth part of my minecraft au! for this chapter, we jump back to the past! to a first meeting :)

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Patton had been walking for a long, long time.

He wasn’t sure where, or why. When he tried to recall, his thoughts would slip out of reach like sand through his fingers. The world was blurry and indistinct, and no matter how long he wandered in the dark, nothing grew any clearer.

The light burned, and the water drowned, and he walked.

Occasionally, a creature that was different would appear, and he would amble along after it with a single minded focus. He’d never caught whatever it was, despite the frantic urging in the back of his mind. He wasn’t sure what he would do if he did catch one, and that scared him as much as he could be scared, these days.

Perhaps he was right to be scared, because the next time he found one, it threw something at him!

The glass-shatter impact didn’t exactly hurt, but then there was a wetness left behind, and his limbs abruptly felt heavy and slow. The creature easily stayed out of range, but oddly enough, it didn’t leave.

No, it made sound after sound at him, staying close enough to draw him after it for much longer than any other he’d encountered.

And then, quite suddenly, he didn’t have space to walk anymore.

It took him a few moments to understand what had happened. There were cold metal walls around him, trapping him in a cell barely big enough to pace in.

He didn’t like it, the smallness. He didn’t like the way the strange creature came back again and again, close enough to make his mind turn to that strange violent urge. He especially didn’t like the creature’s glass-and-wet creations, and all the feelings that came with them.

… It was new, remembering things long enough to dislike them.

Over time, the creature’s voice became familiar, too. It would often chirp in excitement or groan in frustration. Sometimes, after a glass-and-wet test went wrong, it would come closer than usual and mumble in a way that made Patton’s chest twinge oddly.

The creature was particularly excited today, making those noises nonstop as it flitted about on the other side of the bars. It hummed the little tune that meant it was going to use a glass-and-wet, and Patton was surprised to find that he remembered this one, the way it made his balance go wobbly.

Unlike before, something cold and unfamiliar was pressed against his mouth. At the creature’s insistence, he consumed it, and immediately regretted as a sudden burning spread through him from the inside-out, as though he'd swallowed the sun itself.

Hours or days passed in a slow, roasting agony, and then, finally, it was over.

When Patton came back to consciousness, he was laying down, and everything was dark and numb. Not quite the dark of night, though.

There was a shuffle nearby, and he turned his head to the sound. He couldn't move very much.

“Ah. It seems you’re awake.” A presence settled at his side as he slowly processed the words. “Can you tap your pointer finger twice for me? It is alright if it takes some time.”

It took longer than expected to remember where his hand was, and longer still to force the space where his fingers should be into feeling. The taps ended up being more like small flickers, but there was a sense of accomplishment nonetheless.

“You—!” The presence cut off sharply, a sudden tension in their words. “Please, could you repeat that action? Two taps, no more or less.”

Patton’s brow wrinkled slightly in focus, the motions coming easier.

Tap. Tap.

There was a ragged inhale, their voice suddenly wavering. “How about three taps?”

Exhaustion was pulling at him, but he thought the voice was familiar, and desperate, and so he managed three taps, almost on an even rhythm.

“It worked.” A warm hand gently settled over his. “It worked! I did it, you can— you can hear me. You can understand me.”

There was something distressing about the hitch in their voice, but Patton was settling back into heavy sleep, and he only managed to twitch his hand under theirs before going under once more.

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There were more tests, every time he woke.

Some of them were easy! He would shuffle his feet, count out taps, figure out which limb gentle pressure was being applied to. Over time, feeling came back to his numb flesh, and movement became more and more frequent.

Some of them were more difficult. He’d lose time trying to form complex sentences, feel consumed by sudden fits of claustrophobia, shy away from the sensation of the sun’s heat. He couldn’t respond to even a single question about his past, and day by day, his memories of his time as… not-so-human faded away as well.

Through it all, the stranger who had introduced himself as Logan was at his side, giving him clear instructions and careful support on every task.

He’d learned a lot about the type of person Logan was, day by day. He talked to himself a lot, sometimes clear and sometimes dipping into a thoughtful mutter. It seemed like he’d been alone for a long time. He’d often make a noise of startlement when Patton responded to his rambling, be it through a tap or a simple hum. He always told Patton what he was doing before he touched him, and explained what he was trying to learn when he ran the tests. He kept odd hours but never let himself sound tired.

Patton knew a lot about Logan, but he still didn’t know what Logan looked like. He’d been wearing the blindfold since he’d first woken up out of the cage, and it was the only restraint-- if a strip of cloth over his eyes could be called that--  to remain after all these days. It was the one thing Logan hadn’t explained.

Physically, Patton felt stronger by the day. Emotionally, he wasn’t sure where he would go or what he would do when the tests stopped being necessary. He trusted Logan, though, and more than that, he wanted to help him, after all that he’d gone through for Patton.

He wasn’t quite sure if that trust went both ways, though. Not yet.

“Logan?” he asked, shuffling his shoulders up the headboard of his bed so that he was closer to sitting upright. He reached up to touch the blindfold. “This... off?”

Across the room, the familiar sound of Logan flipping through a book cut off sharply. There was a long moment of silence.

“At your current level of motor skills, yes, you could,” Logan finally settled on, words carefully measured and even. “However, while you are staying with me, I would prefer it if… if you didn’t.”

“Why?” Patton pressed.

Another pause. “I believe that if you see me, you might become… alarmed. And I have no wish to upset or frighten you, particularly while you’re still recovering.”

“Logan,” Patton said, both concerned and a little exasperated. “Not scary. Want this... off. Help?”

“... Very well.” Logan’s voice went stiff as he moved to sit next to Patton, and when his hands carefully unknotted the blindfold, they were rigid like he was tensing for a blow. His cold demeanor was somewhat undercut by the way he automatically moved his arm to keep the day’s light from blinding Patton.

After a few blinks to adjust, the first thing that came into focus was Logan’s hand, carefully loose at his side, and the white, jagged scar lines that marked it. A witch mark, clear as anything.

The next thing he saw was Logan’s face, jaw set harshly and eyes focused on him as though waiting for the inevitable reaction. He could have hidden the mark away, but he was baring it for the world to see, even though he was sure it would be rejected. His loneliness made a lot more sense, suddenly. Patton felt a fond smile pull at his lips as he reached a shaky hand out in greeting.

“Hi, Logan.” The familiar warmth and gentleness of that hand washed away any lingering doubts about his new, not-entirely-human friend. “Still not... scary.”

Logan’s face flickered through a few strange expressions, and wasn’t that going to be interesting, learning a whole new set of tells for him? When he spoke, there was a strange, distantly familiar tremble to his words. “You may be the only one who thinks so.”

Patton frowned at him, squeezing his friend’s hand a little tighter before a flicker of motion on the windowsill caught his eye. A high pitched noise erupted from him completely involuntarily. “Cat!”

The cat in question, a little creature with sleek black fur, eyed him curiously. Logan cleared his throat, reaching out his free hand. The kitty leapt down and ambled over to butt her head into the hand like they were two magnets. “Ah, yes. This is my familiar. Her name is Glowstone.”

The excitement was too much. Patton had to take a moment to compose himself, words tripping over each other and becoming garbled nonsense. He watched with a grin as Glowstone settled gently in her witch’s lap. “Two!”

“Sorry?” Logan asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Two friends,” Patton told him, gesturing quite seriously between him and the golden-eyed cat. “A good start.”

Logan shook his head, unable to hide the little amused upturn to his lips. “If you say so.”

He did say so. And if Patton had his way, there’d be many more friends to come.

#minecraft au #sanders sides #ts logan #ts patton #My writing #writing #logan's witch mark is a lichtenberg figure!

[simplysummers]

Hi :)

About a month ago I got a bunch of asks asking me to test my ‘dashboard osmosis’, and try to give a summary/brief paragraph about my thoughts on a few fandoms that I’ve seen floating around tumblr recently. Out of the six asks, I’m only involved in one of the fandoms, so please take this with a pinch of salt. All is meant in good fun and I’m not here to judge or ridicule anyone for their interests (I’m a Star Wars geek for goodness sakes, that’d be very hypocritical of me) I thought it would be easier to answer these all in one post, spare spamming my mutuals with my nonsensical ramblings.

@esquire-chicken

Hey bestie. I am HERE to deliver.

Okay so for the Loki fandom, I get the vibe a LOT of you are LGBT+, so many people have been raving about Loki being a confirmed bisexual and as much as I can’t stand this man (I’m sorry!!) I’m honestly here for it. We love to see the rep. I also saw lots of people raving about him being a confirmed hero, so, I guess that’s cool too? Yay?

I feel like this fandom can be a little defensive, which is highkey terrifying, but I suppose we all have our faves. But i want yall to drink some water and…idk play with chalk for an hour from time to time.

@treasureofmy-heart

I know absolutely NOTHING about Six of Crows, but from your dash I know that Jesper is a big favourite. He seems like a cool dude, maybe a bit mentally unstable but cool nonetheless. I like Wylan’s aesthetic! Is he gay? He seems kinda gay…. Oh and Nina is absolutely beautiful. I feel like everyone in the fandom fancies her but she’s just a powerhouse bitch who ain’t taking shit from anyone. I can’t really explain this but I feel like your fandom has some extremely talented artists. Like the art you’ve reblooged is phenomenal.

Hey anon 😎 I’m not going to lie I had to Google what the desticule was because I’m uncultured as fuck, and then I realised it’s related to Supernatural which I STILL know nothing about, I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.

But I can safely say yall are BATSHIT INSANE AND I LOVE YALL FOR IT. didn’t you guys take over tumblr at one point??? Like weren’t people who hadnt even seen Supernatural spewing random facts like possessed puppets? Yall are demons and I just adore every single one of you for it. Didn’t that one guy Jensen steal the show or something? Like what an icon. I know nothing about him but I stan. You guys have my eternal gratitude just for existing.

@quillsink

Chandler should’ve been confirmed bisexual that is all I have to say. I know absolutely nothing about Joey but I am a Chanoey shipper through and through because of you. Like yes. Phoebe is a queen and I love her with every fibre to my being, I feel like she is an underappreciated icon and deserves more attention. Uhmmm let me thinkkkk, Ross is a questionable dude and not a lot of people like him, aaaaand Monica needs a cup of coffee, as does half of your fandom :) I know this said more about the show rather than the fandom, but I feel as though these are common beliefs amongst you all.

@lirinck2

Bestie I have absolutely NO idea what this show is about but I LOVE their fashion sense, I feel like that’s a really big people pleaser amongst the fandom. A lot of the characters seem to have deep trauma from what I’ve seen, and I think that might resonate with a lot of its fans (lmao ‘cause same), alongside the fact it seems under appreciated and accepted in its time. The dark and eerie mystery settings give off a thriller fandom vibe, and I’m honestly intrigued. I legit want to watch this show. You’ve got me hooked.

Ahh last but certainly not least. I’m not going to touch upon the Hamilton fandom because my opinion in that regard is well known enough as it is, but for the amrev fandom, I can say 10000%, we are all absolutely fucking ridiculous (affectionately).

I mean, you have your factual posters like Amanda, Julia, Elle, Byrd, Sarah, Sev, and I (from time to time), alongside this you have your slightly loopy but absolutely loveable fanfic writers/artists like Ink, Hannah, Polly, Ray, Tori, Clair, Sofia, Rose, and Lin. We’re all quite vibey, a little crazy and very homosexual, but yknow, we get by.

*sigh* but then I bring thee down to….the shitposters who actually terrify me and deserve exorcisms; Kit, Lisa, Hayhay, every Alex ever, Su, Mellisa Tracyn, Jon, honestly this list is just endless here. Yall scare me and I’m actually in awe of that fact. We’re a very diverse fandom, as you can tell. You guys NEVER know what this bunch will come up with, they’re a ticking time bomb and it’s great, they keep us on our toes. Love you guys.

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Lmao I hope did your fandoms justice, and like I said, none of this is to be taken seriously, it’s all in good fun!

#ask bea #bea’s mutuals #supernatural #desticule #friends #amrev #american revolution #Loki #six of crows #murdoch mysteries #ink 🖋 #jamie 👑 #friendos ✨

[celestialices]

QUEST!

Greek Mythology x Haikyuu

Haikyuu!Ensemble x Reader

OVERVIEW. You were just a perfectly normal student at The University of Tokyo, when suddenly a bunch of “normal boys”, as they call themselves, appeared and started to squeeze themselves into your life. Always saying something like “You’re a goddess, we must take you back to Olumpus.” (you brushed it off, convincing yourself it was a silly little compliment) and even absurd sentences such as “You got Medusa’s eyes” and “You’re really Medusa’s daughter!”

008: BAD IMPRESSION

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Shibayama [Y/N].

You weren’t lying if you proclaim that you are the embodiment of normalness itself.

A typical university freshman striving to have a prosperous future. Well, to be honest, you were kinda on the smart side of students, considering the fact that you’re advanced, if that counts. You were originally not planned to be though, you just pleaded with your mother to let you enter school earlier just because you didn’t want to fall behind Hirugami.

Nonetheless, if you were asked to choose a word to represent yourself, it’ll definitely be just the word “normal.”

Being normal has a lot of perks to be honest. No immense dramas, you are a bit known, but not that much unlike Hiragumi, nor you were as active as Hoshiumi. You are just you, living life like how a teenager should, allowing the wind to guide you towards wherever you’re meant to be.

A sudden knock on your door snapped you out of your trance, which is certainly your little brother, probably to remind you that breakfast is already prepared. Recently, you often find yourself lost in your thoughts, always thinking about your family, friends and the life you have right now.

Picking up your things after looking at yourself in the mirror for the last time as it was time to go down and greet your guests, aka your two best friends who never seemed to want to leave you alone, coming over for breakfast.

Hoshiumi sure is fast though, you briefly mentioned your mother’s invite to him yesterday like the good daughter you are, and now he’s already over for breakfast. Does your mother’s cooking have anything to do with it? Hirugami often boasts about how good the meals she serves.

You chuckled at how brazen your friends can be.

“Good morning!” You flinched at Hoshiumi’s greeting, giving you a weird look probably because he saw you laughing to yourself. “You’re such a tardy person. I’m hungry, so hurry up!”

The audacity.

Just like how your usual morning goes, you approached your mother to give her a kiss on the cheek as a sign of greeting. “Good morning, mom.”

She smiled at you and reached for your hand, “Good morning. How was your sleep?”

“I had a good dream last night!” You excitedly said and began to ramble about the dream you had, as the both of you entered the dining room hand in hand, meeting the sight of your friends and little brother conversing with Heiji.

The four immediately noticed your presence, ushering the two of you to sit down quickly so they could start eating as they were “dying of hunger” via Hoshiumi. You stared at him and expressed your disbelief, before sitting down next to Yuki.

A unison of “thank you for the food” was heard before you all munched in, savoring the meal your mother gladly prepared for everyone. “Ah, you never failed to make the best meals, Yumie-san!” Hirugami exclaimed, his mouth full of food.

Your mother only chuckled at his compliment before looking at Hoshiumi who was busy focusing on his food. Huh, was he really that hungry? He looked up with excitement, almost choking because he was hurrying to give your mother a compliment too.

“Slow down, child. I won’t go anywhere.” Your mother finally spoke up, laughing when she saw Hoshiumi’s flustered expression. “I’m overjoyed to see you enjoying the meal I prepared for you.”

Hoshiumi smiled, looking at your mother with bright eyes and flushed cheeks. Looks like he found another idol!

“I was informed that you only have them as your friends.” Heiji started another conversation, catching you off guard for a second. You mentally rolled your eyes, knowing too well he was referring to you. “You should make more friends.”

“Oh, oh!” Hirugami beamed, his face lit up so much you got nervous at what he’s about to say. You tried to warn him with your eyes to not say nonsense, but him being him, he totally ignored you. Gulping the food in his mouth before speaking again, “How about those transferees from yesterday? It’s a good chance to expand your social group!”

You sighed. “As much as I want to get rid of these two, I don’t need more friends, Heiji-san.” What’s the big deal in making more friends anyway? Having friends is totally great, but what are they for? You already have two immature boys to take care of, who you can also rant to whenever you have problems.

“Lame.” You glared at Hoshiumi’s comment, just him shrugging you off in return after sticking his tongue out. You’re contemplating on cursing him out like you usually would, but remembered that you’re in front of your family and doing that would cause your demise.

You could always beat him up later.

“I made friends with the other transferee yesterday.” Hirugami said. “His name is Akaashi Keiji, I could introduce you if you want! He’s really pretty, you might even get a boyfriend.”

You almost dropped the spoon at how straightforward he is. Really? In front of your family? “No.”

“Onee-chan just doesn’t know how to hold conversations.” Yuki teased, adding salt to your wounds. He’s a cute little brother alright, but there’s always the time where his honesty annoys and pains you. Very much.

“I’m just not interested.” You were determined to end this conversation, even if that means saying cheesy words to them. “I’m already satisfied with the two of you, so I don’t really see the need to make more.”

“So dramatic!” Hoshiumi mocked you again, but this time you couldn’t hold yourself off anymore and threw a spoon at him, which will absolutely make your mother give you a long lecture. Being the athletic person he is, he easily caught it. Well that saves you quarter of the sermon you’re about to get.

“Have you thought about what food you’d want for your birthday?” Your mother asked after chuckling at your and Hoshiumi’s little show.

“I’m okay with anything, mom! Any meal you cook is the best!” Giving her a thumbs up and a wink, your mother giggled again before squeezing your cheeks.

“Just make more friends so you could invite more.” Heiji insisted again.

“But Heiji!” You complained, not understanding how you need more friends. Will more friends mean you’ll get a higher chance to survive in an apocalypse?

"Your coming of age is once in a lifetime. I want this to be grand and memorable for you. The more guests, the better." Heiji uttered, his kind gaze meeting your eyes. “That’s my wish.”

Your heart softened at Heiji’s words, making you think of doing what he asked. After all, he rarely voice out his wishes for you, always accepting your decisions in life.

“Invite who you want to invite.” Your mother disagreed. “It’ll be memorable as long as you’re with your family, will it not?” You could feel the tension between the two, making you wonder if they argued before this.

You looked at Yuki, who avoided your gaze. Ah, something did happen. Now that you think about it, Heiji kept asking you about friends from the first day he visited. Today he’s asking you to make more.. friends. What is he up to?

Silence consumed the dining room, and it feels awkward to make any noise now. You apologetically glanced at your two friends sitting across from you, they surely noticed the tension by now.

After the deafening atmosphere, you helped your mother with the dishes and bid goodbye almost immediately after you finished. You didn’t want to burden Hirugami and Hoshiumi any longer, so it’s best to leave as soon as possible. Yumie and Heiji will probably talk after this, you’re sure of it. After all, arguments in this household are to be kept short.

“What just happened back there?” Hoshiumi exhaled after you closed the house’s door, stretching himself as he started walking. “You two felt the tension too, right? Did they have an argument?”

“That’s not very of them.” Hirugami answered. Well, it’s true. They rarely fight, the last time was probably when you were three years old.

“Let them be. They’ll get over it.”

Well, you silently hoped that they’ll be back to normal when you go home later. And you’re determined to force Yuki to tell you what happened, because he, beyond doubt, knows something.

The three of you wordlessly enjoyed the peace and quiet while walking to school. Walking with the two made you relax somehow, slowly forgetting the whole quarrel ordeal between your mother and Heiji.

“What’s your first class?” Hirugami asked you as soon as the three of you entered the university’s premises, checking his own schedule on his phone.

“Literature.” You dreaded, suddenly drained when you realize what your first class of the day is, as the two give you pitiful looks. The subject isn’t that bad, as a matter of fact, you kind of liked it. But the new professor on the other hand.. Well, likes to dump exceptionally hard projects every week, as per the rumors say.

They walked you to class, as the ever so gentlemen they are, while you said your worries to them regarding the new professor. Seriously, you liked and you were kinda close with the previous one, why on Earth would she suddenly resign?

Hoshiumi halted, making you release a deep sigh. “Good luck, then. Let’s meet at the new cafe nearby.” He gave you a soft pat in the shoulder. “I’ll treat you anything you want if you make friends!”

You puffed at his words, he makes it sound like you’re a child who’s at her first day of school. Well, it’s somehow like that, you guess. You silently hoped no one heard those embarrassing words of your friend before entering the room, and rushed to sit at your respective seat.

Your eyes caught sight of the transferee who you recognize that was in your class yesterday. He’s sitting one seat apart from your accustomed seat, making you a bit uncomfortable since you’ve never sat beside anyone. You couldn’t pinpoint his name though, remembering only the unique surname you’ve heard.

K.. Komori? Maybe.

Shrugging the thought of befriending him like Hirugami suggested, you just quietly sat down. As you took out your textbook, deciding to read a bit before the professor came in, you sneakily glanced at him again, only to find out he’s looking at you too.

Embarrassed, you immediately looked at your textbook and just decided to stay quiet and lay low. That was probably the most humiliating interaction you've had in class. It took you so much self-control to not bury yourself into your book. So much for making friends!

Minutes later, the new professor stepped in, radiating a very positive energy. Huh, maybe you’ll like her? Seeing her reminded you of the previous professor you had, she is very kind. A lot could tell you were her favorite, and she was yours. Her sudden retirement made you gloomy for days, but you’re still hoping she’ll come back someday.

After introducing herself, she immediately started her discussion. Saying it’s a waste of time for any more interruptions.

Surprisingly, time went by fast. She easily hooked you in the topic, and even made you participate a bit in class. You just scored another prominent professor, and you couldn’t wait to brag about it with your friends.

“Before you all leave, I will announce your first project for this semester with me as your professor.” She excitedly said, earning clashing reactions from the students, including your displeased one. Here it goes! “An autobiography project!”

Oh, that’s not so bad? You thought. Well, as long as it’s not a group project, you’ll embrace it without any complaints. You don’t like group projects that much, one’s always doing so much work while the other’s a freeloader.

“But it will be a pair work.”

Ah. You spoke too soon.

Your English Professor just gave out all the details and what she was expecting regarding the autobiography project, and also mentioned that it shall be presented next week, on Monday. “Now, for the partners!”

Please let the professor pick. Please let the professor pick!

“Since it’s the first project, I’ll let you pick your own partners. Submit it to me before you leave.”

You deflated, is it your bad day? Nothing seems to go the way you want it to. Looking around, you sighed. You didn’t know anyone in this class, well sure you do, but they’re definitely partnering up with their friends.

Is this why Heiji is forcing you to make more friends? You suddenly remembered the importance of Hirugami and Hoshiumi.

Ah!

You excitedly turned to your seatmate, intending to ask him to be your partner. “Hi!” You greeted him, biting your cheek when he flinched. “Do you want to be partners for the project?”

It took minutes before he answered a small “sure.” It gave you relief nonetheless.

Keeping up the cheerful attitude, you gave him your name. He just nodded, seemingly wanting to end the conversation already. Is he some sort of allergic to social interaction? Now is the time to say his name but it never came. You were getting pissed, not gonna lie.

Taking a deep breath, “Oh.. uh, you’re Komori.. right?”

He turned his head so fast that you thought his neck would break. You were waiting for words to come out his mouth but.. silence. He was just glaring at you.

You internally screamed at his offended look. Judging by his reaction, he’s definitely the other guy! A part of you was blaming yourself, and the feisty side of you somewhat convinced yourself that it was his fault. He could have introduced himself before the whole Komori thing!

“Sorry, I’m not good with names.” You lied, well, at least it’s somewhat partially true? You just said something before he may lash out on you. “You’re the other guy.”

His eyebrows twitched in annoyance before standing up. “Sakusa Kiyoomi.”

“Sakusa’s not here again?” Kuroo asked, sitting down next to Oikawa. They had scheduled a meeting in a public cafe, to “present” their recent findings regarding the goddess they’re searching for.

“He’ll be here in a minute.” Komori answered. “He said he just discussed a few things with a classmate.”

“How do you communicate with him?” Oikawa asked, genuinely curious about the two descendants of Artemis. “Do you guys communicate with minds or...?”

“Oh, the birds tell me!” Komori enthusiastically answered. “We communicate through animals just as Artemis trained us to.” He suddenly shuddered, remembering the harsh training they got from their aunt before descending to Earth.

“That’s so cool!”

As Komori said, Sakusa arrived within a minute and flopped down between Komori and Sugawara. He was displaying a large amount of frustration, yet no one dared to ask. He always despised interacting with lowly mortals.

“Anyways, we’re all here.” Aran faked a cough, gathering the attention of the gods. “Who would like to start first?”

Akaashi immediately raised his hand, eyes switching to in a flash. “Just like Sakusa, I encountered a strange human emitting an aura of a goddess, but it immediately disappeared. I don’t know what happened, but it went so quickly I didn’t get the time to process my thoughts.”

“It’s possible that she’s the same woman who Sakusa encountered. If so, we’ll just get her first. We can just erase her memory if she turns out to be normal.” Kita made the decision right away after hearing Akaashi’s story.

“Do you remember her face, Akaashi?” Sugawara asked.

“I don’t.” Akaashi shamefully answered. He was particularly good at memorizing, and he never forgets anything or anyone he came in contact with. So it made him uncomfortable that he doesn’t remember the face of that girl he encountered that day. “Her face was a blur. I don’t know why.”

“How about you, Sakusa?” Komori asked, Sakusa just shaking his head as a response.

“Did anyone go through the same thing?” Oikawa asked, specifically eyeing Iwaizumi who remained quiet in his seat. He never gave up asking about what happened on the beach that night, but Iwaizumi won’t budge. Denying every guess Oikawa said.

No one spoke a word.

“Is someone playing with us?” Suna questioned, making the silence grow and raised the tension more. “I mean, you know. We should’ve gotten her by now. But all of this doesn’t make sense.”

“Suna’s got a point.” Aran spoke, inspecting the gods one by one. It lowkey made him feel bad to doubt his associates, but it was clearly possible. “Someone is definitely toying with us.”

“Now’s not the time to suspect each other.” Kunimi sighed, tiredness lacing on his voice. “We were sent here to work together.”

“But it is weird.” Kageyama sipped the milktea he ordered from the cafe, eyebrows meeting as thoughts raced in his head. “Why would they feel a mystic aura then it suddenly disappears? Is that some sort of power she has?”

“That’s.. a great theory, Kageyama.” Kuroo couldn’t help but feel impressed at what Kageyama said, like all suddenly made sense. Whoever they’re targeting, he’s just certain that it’s powerful.

“Where did you encounter this girl, Akaashi?” Kita inquired.

“At the university’s library.”

“Akaashi-kun!”

All heads were whipped at the new source of voice. All of them frowning except Akaashi himself, who smiled.

“Hirugami-san.”

“Oh, I didn’t realize you were busy.” Hirugami regretfully glanced at his friend’s companions, bowing his head as his form of apology. “Can I steal you for a moment?”

The other gods looked at Akaashi weirdly, not expecting him to make any friends. But then again, it could probably help them in the future.

Akaashi looked at them, seeking out permission. Eventually, Kuroo nodded, making Akaashi stand up to talk with Hirugami.

“I’m going to introduce you to my friends!” They heard from Hirugami’s mouth. “I mentioned you earlier because you’d definitely get along with this childhood friend of mine.”

Kuroo raised his eyebrows, following the two with his eyes as they left the cafe to approach another boy and a girl. He almost flinched when he locked eyes with the latter, getting uncanny vibes promptly.

He unknowingly smirked after the said girl looked away to chatter with her friends.

Huh. This will be entertaining.

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a/n: sorry this took too long ;-; i faced a crisis and had a hard time writing, but the comments cheered me up so thank u :D !! reader start collecting friends who are secretly gods challenge start !

#celestialices #questcxx #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu au #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu fanfiction #sugawara x reader #kageyama x reader #kuroo x reader #kenma x reader #oikawa x reader #kunimi x reader #atsumu x reader #osamu x reader #kita x reader #suna x reader #shirabu x reader #tendou x reader #akaashi x reader #sakusa x reader

[impulsive-decisions-for-lupin]

I would like to request a oneshot for a lupin x reader who's gf is a total history nerd and knows almost everything about history. You could write some headcannons for this instead if you want to.

I have a friend who is a history buff. He told me about this war that took place in Australia against emus once; it was wild. Anyway, I went with headcanons, since I feel like I could get more from that with something pretty broad. I hope you enjoy.🎩📻

Lupin with a History Nerd Girlfriend

Pairing: Arsène Lupin iii x Reader

Note: Some cursing.

First off, all I'm gonna say is that if you've never called Lupin iii an idiot for anything, no matter how stupid or genius, you're lying.

He's an idiot, but he's totally into history. Most likely history or background pertaining to whatever place he's going to or an item he's gonna steal, but it's history knowledge nonetheless. Source: the random trivia he's given on screen.

So him getting with a gal that's also into history would probably be an absolute win. Even if what she knows or is rambling about has no connection to what they're stealing or that he knows, he'll listen. And when you're gushing about a piece of history that you enjoy in particular, he's just smiling as he watches your face light up with happiness, hearts in his eyes. These are some of his favorite moments- definitely a holder in his Top Ten.

There are absolutely times where when you guys are discussing an event or time period you're both pretty invested in, you'll sometimes interrupt each other or finish each other's sentences, just euphoric that the other is keeping up with them and is just as invested. Jigen and Goemon have seen this plenty of times (Fujiko has seen this maybe a couple times, and while I believe she's pretty good with history too, she probably tries to block you guys out 'cause you two will get so annoying-), and they'll either have no idea what's going on or what your both talking about and is learning random shit from your guys' high, or will know what you're talking about but not join in because they'll be left in the wind (Goemon once tried to add in his own knowledge about some topic of a time period in Japan, and he didn't get more than a word in before being interrupted. Jigen just has no patience or interest in joining, unless it's like guns or something).

Lupin probably watches as many documentaries as he does cartoons. Which is probably a lot, to be honest. You two have this kind of ritual where once a month you plop down on the couch and watch a randomly selected documentary. Neither of you check the summary, hardly skim the title; just click on it and hope you catch on to what the documentary's about. It's funny, because sometimes you will start to figure the topic of it is one thing and then be hit with the actual main topic, and then you guys actually check the summary-

“They’re talking about aliens a lot in this for some reason” “check the summary”

I'm just gonna say, if you were a quiet or nervous individual before you met Lupin, you probably still are, but it's sometimes forgotten about since you're really talkative when it comes to history, and that's usually what's spilling from your lips because of Lupin and your discussions.

Lupin absolutely adores you and everything about you, but you being a history nerd is definitely one of his favorite parts. And when you're gone, he's just complaining to Jigen or Goemon about wanting to discuss some random history event with you, but you're gone, so he's just gonna complain. They try talking history nerd with him but? It's just not the same. Even if they're managing to keep up with him and they're able to see him get excited talking as he does with you, it's just not the same.

The same goes for you, but sometimes you’ll get one of them too invested and then the two of you just start getting louder and louder (it’s usually Jigen that ends up this way, although Goemon has had his fair share).

Dates obviously vary, but a lot of them have some kind of history as a main factor of the fun. Sometimes you'll tour around (one time in France, you guys tried this challenge to try and see how many castles you could check out in a span of two days, and ended up staying up those entire two days, so when you got back to the hideout it was lights out for you two for a while), sometimes it's dates to the museum, sometimes it's stay-at-home-and-watch-documentaries, go out to the theater and watch a documentary there- like I recalled, it varies.

There are times when you both will get into heated debates, even yelling matches, and Jigen and Goemon have to plug their ears/get out of the hideout/tell you both to shut up and tone it down because it can get annoying. And more often than not, it's about something complete and utterly useless, just nonsense. One time you were arguing about how to pronounce the name right of some old painter from like the 1400s, and you were grinning smugly at a couple internet searches later because it turned out you were the one pronouncing it right.

Oh don't worry, he got you back for like the next week and a half, correcting any word or information you said just the slightest out of what was factual, and would even search up the actual information online to just show the page to you on his phone.

You guys have so many not-so-inside jokes, it's not even funny-

"Fuck I dropped my phone on my face" "Hey now, Isaac discovered gravity using that trick"

"You're gonna lose your head when you see this" "So did some of the royal family in 1790 France"

Nicknames, terms of endearment- like the dates, they vary. "Babe," "honey," and "love" are thrown around a lot. "Bonnie and Clyde" were tossed around a bit, too.

You knew the infamous duo's history was far different from what was shown on the big screens, but you both found it endearing in a way.

Lupin’s tried his “sweet historophile” (yes, that’s actually a word look it up) on you, and you like it? You cracked a smile the first couple times he used it, so he figures you liked.

Some of the best times you and Lupin share together are when you're swapping random trivia and history stories you learned over the years or an hour ago. Goemon walked into the kitchen one afternoon to find you both wheezing at the table, just cackling like absolute madmen. Turns out it was because one time in his reign, Napoleon got attacked by a hurdle of domestic rabbits that were supposed to be wild, and were supposed to be used for a hunt to celebrate (assumedly, most apparently agree on this) his signing of the Treaty of Tilsit.

Not necessarily a history fact, but you two were looking up the history of grapes one other time, and learned that grapes can light on fire when in an on microwave. It's simple to say that when Jigen and Goemon came back from a grocery run to find the grapes missing and a bunch of burns in the microwave (if it's even presumably functional by then), they weren't too thrilled to learn the newly learned fact of the day.

"Here's a fact of the day for ya: Anymore microwaving grapes can and will decrease both of your lifetimes."

#lupin iii #lupin iii x reader #arsene lupin iii #arsene lupin iii x reader

[justiceraffles]

"Hey, what if MK was a horribly written telenovela with a poorly conceived mystery storyline that's tied together in the most precarious of ways with nonsensical plotpoints and was also endgame Hakukai" So here's the start to my Hakukai longfic! I have a lot of things to say about this story so I'll just ramble about it at length beneath the cut if anyone's interested in my nonsense notes. Otherwise,

Read Here

I've been working on this thing on and off for a year and a half now, it lives rent free in my head every day and has been editted, restructured, and rewritten a lot. I've been very apprehensive about sharing it. ...To be honest, I still am! It's a chaotic story where I just allowed myself to write the most self-indulgent thing I could muster. This entire plot is an amalmagation of random things and ideas I like. It feels like a niche concept that is very messy and ???¿¿¿¿??? why did I make this

But, I guess that also makes it a very "me" story, so having fun with it and writing something that just brought me joy is what matters most, ultimately.

(aaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA)

I'm very thankful to everyone who has read the outline and concept for it or just listened to me ramble about the incoherent plot and characters or cheering me on when I've been kinda anxious about it— it's thanks to that support despite this being such a specific and ¿¿¿ idea that I've found the courage to actually share it. I'm very grateful and I hope you guys can enjoy something in it o)-(

So, about the fic,

It's a story about Hakuba! I think we are all well aware that jokes about his long absences and infrequent appearances are very commonplace (where in the world is hakuba saguru??? TT) and it unfortunately leads to him being forgotten and overlooked often. The initial concept that inspired this fic was "Hey, what if Hakuba stopped showing up for real?" and explore the implications this would have on the MK storyline (and Kaito, by extension). I wanted to make a plot where he was allowed to be the protagonist of his own story, highlight his worth as a detective, his role in the main narrative, and the depth of his relationship with Kaito. It's a Hakuba Saguru Appreciation fic, first and foremost!

So, the romance itself is very slow burn. There is a lot of plot, because I have a lot of fun with ridiculous, contrived stories haha. It takes a while for the story to be fully set up, and Kaito doesn't make a proper, official appearance until the end of Chapter 2.

Chapter 1 is rather lengthy and sets the context and plot from Hakuba's POV, Chapter 2 focuses on establishing where his relationship with Kaito (as well as Aoko and Akako) stands at the moment, and Chapter 3 onward starts seeing the first proper developments in the relationship.

It's a bit rocky at first and they have a lot of ups and downs but I promise they work it out (I promise!!! I swear!!!) I tried my best to maintain a balance between the fluffy and angsty moments, but I have to admit it's quite dramatic at parts lol I enjoy stupid, trashy drama a lot sometimes— this is the reason I'm calling it a bad telenovela.

Despite the fact that this is very plotty, their feelings for each other are the guiding force behind the storyline, and their relationship does take center stage later on. The romance is in no way secondary, it just takes a long while to fully develop. They most definitely get a happy ending, but you can expect this to be 95% pining.

The story starts out some years after the current events in the MK manga. Pandora hasn't been found yet, and KID is still active. On the other hand, the DC canon is used very loosely; the conflict has long since been resolved. The BO was taken down years before the start of this story.

The two plots aren't too deeply intertwined here, they just intercept at parts. References to DC events appear here and there and some elements and character interactions overlap, but they tend to be minor for the most part. This is primarily a MK story and I wasn't too worried about completely integrating both plotlines (or staying 100% accurate to the DC plot, for that matter).

Of course, because this is MK-centric, Aoko and Akako are involved with the overarching story and have major roles to play.

In terms of DC characters, Masumi, Shiho, Heiji and Shinichi play semi-prominent roles in the story. I've tagged Masumi from the getgo because she appears in the first chapter, but I'll add the others when I get to the little arcs they show up in. Save for some specific contributions they have, they aren't too deeply involved with the overall plot progression, but the interactions Hakuba has with them are important for his character development and his better understanding of his relationship with Kaito. Basically each of these characters gets some sort of little story arc in which they interact with/help Hakuba in some way. I arbitrarily chose who I wanted him to interact with, lol.

Speaking of arbitrary decisions— Miss Masumi!!!! She's the first character that shows up in this and interacts with Hakuba. I understand this is probably a strange choice. Because I really wanted to flesh out Hakuba's detective methods and life in London a little more, I decided to use the very what if headcanon of Hakuba's maternal family and the Sera family being acquainted with each other. Like I said before, I didn't really want to connect DC and MK plots thoroughly, so the Akai family plotline isn't at all relevant here beyond a couple of passing mentions. I was mostly interested in Hakuba having an MI6 connection without the need of using another OC and I just wanted to imagine what a hypothetical dynamic between him and Masumi would be like.

And then, OCs. There's a couple of OCs with pretty major roles here as well. Really major— probably in equal measure to Aoko and Akako. I apologise in advance! I really needed them to properly build the detective/mystery aspect of the plot, and the more I wrote, the more they became involved with the story and relationship progression TT I really enjoyed writing them a lot, and I'm satisfied with how they turned out here. I understand OCs with prominent roles aren't everyone's cup of tea, though. Even though I enjoyed writing them, I'm a little self-conscious about how relevant they ended up being when they were originally just going to be there as a plot device to kickstart things ;;; Hopefully someone can find enjoyment in them nonetheless. They are most heavily involved with the story after the midpoint, but they appear all throughout.

I'm really nervous about the choices to have Masumi and major OCs in this story...I understand it is likely these things will make this story a little too niche. But!!!!!!!!! Again!!!!!!!!!!!!! Having fun with it is what matters most Raffles!!!!!!!!!!!!! Get that through your thick skull!!!!!!!! GRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Also, please expect the most convoluted explanation to Pandora. There is a lot of made up lore I had a blast writing but it's all probably needlessly complicated.

In summary, it's a detective story starring Hakuba that somehow ended up reading like a dramatic post-breakup/getting back together soap opera.

A significant portion of this has been prewritten, so my (ideal) plan is to have weekly or biweekly updates (but hmmmm let's see how long that lasts until I decide to scrap and rewrite everything out of embarrassment— this is very likely, I second-guess myself a lot)

I keep dragging it through the mud, but I've actually had a blast writing it, even though there's A Lot going on and I'm not very confident in it being decent enough to share.

With all that, I hope someone else can maybe find some enjoyment reading it.

#Refutation of time #my writing #DCMK #magic kaito #hakuba saguru #hakukai #sagukai #dcmk fanfic #this is the most rafflescore way to take over the MK plot #says my beta #ohdearohboyohgod #i need to pee #I have read the first chapter like 50 times over its not even funny #(passepartout voice) #GAAAAAAAAAAGH THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING

[nighttimepixels]

TALK TO US ABOUT MASS EFFECT I HAVE BEEN AN INSANE MASS EFFECT/SHAKARIAN TRASH PERSON SINCE 20-FUCKING-11 AND LEMME TELL YOU THOSE FEELINGS HAVENOT TARNISHED A SINGLE FRACTION IN THOSE TEN YEARS OH MY GOOOOOOODDDSSSS!!!!!!!

I DEMAND A PLAY-BY-PLAY UP TO THE MINUTE OF YOUR REACTIONS TO EVERYTHING!!!!

you are so valid and I totally see why everyone I've ever mentioned it to loves the hell out of it

aksdjlsdfj I meannnn if you want to hear my rambling about it then hell yeah

Okay, gonna put this below the cut to save everyone else XD also- since I'm not leaving this Mass Effect obsession anytime soon, if you're not interested in seeing occasional posts about it, please feel free to block the tag "night plays ME"~

(mild spoilers ahead??)

((also for real I mean it when I say this is rambling as hell lol, apologies and no stress if absolute no one reads all this))

OKAY SO Mass Effect 1-

Stars help me, I was honestly hooked right from the start?? Like even in Legendary Edition (the combined trilogy just re-released in one "can play it on one system + minor improvements", for anyone who doesn't know) where it's smoothed out, of course it's obvious that ME1 is a decade old... but the foundation for these relationships are all there and gods I love them already.

Like - Kaiden right off the top is a delightful good fightin lad, what the hell. I've heard that he's viewed as 'bland' by a good portion of the fan community but I dunno, he's a delight and even more complex by the time 2 rolls around and you encounter him on Horizon, it was honestly Ashley I was way more meh about - mostly because before you can learn about her family history/etc, she comes off as hella xenophobic and I was immediately offended for my growing space family that she didn't like/trust all the aliens around, pfff.

(she gets redeemed a bit through further actions/evolving thoughts, but I thought in retrospect it was a bummer that they didn't flip the order there, give her a chance to be liked before the complicating factor of being so rude about aliens >:c that then she could grow from... ah well. Apparently she has a good arc but uh, let's just say I chose Kaiden at the "key junction" in the latter part of the game so I won't be seeing anymore of Ashley uh... anytime soon, haha.)

Garrus??? Is??????? The ABSOLUTE best???????????

I liked him from the start, I'm always a bit of a sucker for a rogue-detective "the system won't bring this bastard to justice, so I've got to" type and all their moral shadiness XD But he just gets better, honestly, and where I'm at in ME2 (right before the Reaper IFF mission, as of typing this, with everyone's loyalty!) I am only digging myself deeper into this hole-

-*wheezing* okay anyways -

Wrex is AMAZING I love fightin' middle-aged krogan bastard, gods. Liara is great too, I'm a sucker for a wlw relationship (playing fem!Shepard, so) - buuuut I'll admit she's a bit more one-note in ME1. Last week while I was still on ME1 I remember hearing (while trying to dodge spoilers) that her arc is really good, though. I think they leaned a little hard on the 'innocent but sexy' sterteotype on her (so despite the yikes aspect of a few of the things I've learned in ME2, lol, I actually really like the complexity that's been added to her character.)

Saved Liara first, so by the time I got to Noveria and had the standoff with Benezia there was the chance to have emotions over Liara having to face her TwT and of course, I made the questionable but quality decision to free Queen Rachni heheh. no ragrets

More than a blow-by-blow of my choices though I totally wanna take the chance to say that even in the mild jankiness of ME1 (goddammit, the Mako.... please..... please just go up this impossible cliff I just want to resource hunt-) the way that the lore, both obvious/key to main plot and the lesser/filler/background/world-building kinds... I just love it. It incorporates it well, you can go ham in the codex learning more, or just dive into the basics - it's clearly a complex galaxy (and they do an even better job in 2 of fleshing it out further), and it never really felt overwhelming. It was pretty natural figuring it all out-!

Plus the interesting implications of resource hunting amongst the sapient races, and the little side missions you better bet I did every one of- there's so much rich depth in the story if you do 'em!! (And that lead with that Keeper side mission...? Looking back, damn, clever foreshadowing-!!!)

And oh my gods, Ilios??? hell yeah. I loved that mission so much, especially having Garrus & Kaiden with me when talking to the hologram/computer, and more than anything, that last sprint in the Mako trying to get to the jump before it closed-???

yeet the boi-

Also mannn I love a good setpiece, and having to go up the side of the elevator, space-side?? such a cool setup!!

Plus it felt good having been Paragon enough (as simple as the good v bad vibe system is, I don't hate it, lol) to avoid one of the Saren fights, ngl. And the er, "second fight" with Sovereign-Saren.... hell yeah

... I'll admit I had to double check my choice re whether to save the Council. I did in the end, but I swear, sometimes the way they phrase things I'm like ".... okay but Garrus is right, defeating Sovereign is more important than these few leaders??????" woops. Listen, priorities, is all I'm saying..... (￣ヮ￣|||)ゞ

'Course later they emphasize (in ME2) that there were 10,000 people on that same ship and I was like well I wouldn't have second guessed if I'd known that, I mean c'mon-

Also I did indeed romance Liara in this one, so I got that scene ;Dc But,,,, I also knew by the end that I was totally gonna romance Garrus in 2 since he's an option then finally,,,,, lemme tell you the guilt as I waffled over whether to romance Liara bc of it. hahaha.

Aaaaand Mass Effect 2-

So I'm only up to right before the Reaper IFF Mission, so I don't know the ending, etc etc lol. That said, I've just finished every side mission I've found with the exception of the Shadowbroker Quest and the Arrival Quest (I've heard the latter basically leads into ME3, and the former is best either right before the Omega 4 jump or in postgame).

So from the start - fuck yeah fuck yeah what a high adrenaline start Shepard noooooo but also yes save Joker aH-

The motion comic too hot damn nice job

I loved this setup, seriously - especially forcing Shep into this situation, having to work with/for Cerberus, and the compelling reasoning given behind "why" they do what they do (I especially found it a good point that the Salarians have the Task Force, the Asaris the Commandos, the Turians the- etc... like, true, when you put it like that, having a similar group advancing human interests/solving human interstellar problems is pretty reasonable...). That said, I love too that it really isn't shied away from how Cerberus is nonetheless fucked up - or its at least done fucked up stuff.

Listen, I still think some messed up stuff is gonna be revealed in 2's endgame......... after that Horizon mission and the Collector's ship???? TIM I SEE YOU YOU SHADY MF-

aaanyways lol...

I'm so so glad on a gameplay level they nixed the Mako style exploration. A few Hammerhead missions are fine and a lot more focused than the slippery ass navigation in that glorified ATV, pfff. The probes are a neat way of getting after similar resources - and more importantly, having good levels and some good hubs (the Zakera Wards, Omega, Ilium, etc) is way way more fun than having a more 'sprawling' space that is.... a lot of empty nonsense, lol.

Then there's the fact that we get Joker right off the bat and you can interact with him so much - and him and EDI??? Get out gods I love them. Kasumi is so right when she says they sound like a bickering old married couple lol. I have a terrible feeling that some shit is gonna happen with EDI..... but I don't think she's evil as-is, at least.

Side-eying the hell out of those "access forbidden" parts of her that she doesn't even know.... and the fact that her AI core has a locked door access................... something's gonna happen gdi LEAVE OUR ADOPTED AI ALONE.

(Also Joker pls stop fracturing your thumb on the mute button)

Also please save me there are so many hot aliens in this game,,,,, the xeno/monsterfuckers really comin' through strong in the sequels............... doin' the lord's work........................................

In general, I love how many levels ME stepped up in two with complexity and interwoven narratives!! Like, to the point it'd be almost a drag to replay ME1, even though it was fun going through it (if occasionally a bit tedious with the cookie cutter rando planet science/mine facilities, lol). Like, just from how fun and interesting ME2 is, mostly! more of all the pre-introduced races, plus new ones, plus more filling in of intragalactic politics, and more interesting implications of all these space-faring races mixing....

Also gods WREX and his planet holy shit,,,,, fuckin' hell yeah my man get their shit together and also adopt Grunt yes good-

And Mordin??? My singing semi-evil scientist best friend forced to confront his choices more than he thought he ever would have???? With some of the best ongoing general report chatter of all the companions??

(when I tell you I choked on my coffee when I talked to him after confirming romance choice w/ Garrus and that 'pamphlet' and 'anaphalactic shot if ingesting-' kajsldkfjsldfjk)

Like, fuck, the fact that they actually dive into the mixed morality and horrors of the genophage, and you can confront Mordin on it, for good reason, yet he still stands his ground, until finally some bits of his loyalty mission seem to... affect him, and I'm guessing might set up things for 3 with him? Unsure, but either way, damn, the fact that they start to dig into it...

And Taliiiii my beloved forbidden alien wife TwT her loyalty mission was SO GOOD. I love how varied they all are?? Getting to defend her and discover what she'd unwittingly been a part of-!!

Zaeed is a bastard but tbh I love that he is and that he's unapologetic in him - and Kasumi omg, best thief. A heist?? Gods, yes- I love our couch lounge chats XD

Samara is..... illegally.......... she's an illegally powerful and beautiful and eloquent MILF...........................

(.... listen I'm sapphic as hell and I'm kicking my own ass for picking her up last aksjdlfksjdfl - but her loyalty mission, damn. And seeing how there's this interesting cultural subset, and the struggle with the Asari in that they unquestioningly accept/respect justicars, but also know that the impact outside their culture is a diplomacy nightmare waiting to happen-)

,.,,,,,T,,, Thane,,,,,

I am weak for morally implicated murder dads okay?? And that voice??? His mannerisms?????? How you first see him, and that prayer after assassinating her...???????? And his history/his people's history with the hanar, gods I love how messy it is, it feels so much more real!

Also Jack is a mess and I love her (and want to get her some therapy, omg), and her and Miranda nearly duking it out after you've done both their loyalty missions??? so good and makes a lot of sense-! Honestly I would love more interactions between teammates on the ship, but there's already so much the devs had to balance I can't blame 'em for minimizing, heh. But suffice to say I also love Miranda and Jacob, even if I'm softest for my alien crew XD Hell yeah Jacob, we'll get loud and spill drinks on the citadel indeed TwT

.... I could write a whole essay on how much I love Garrus oTL Perhaps because he and Tali are the throughlines from 1 on your 2 crew, I have some of the strongest feelings about them... but genuinely, he was one of my favorite companions in the first game, and how you find him as Archangel in two? Getting to help him fight his way out after he's gone nearly 48 hours straight fighting off three gangs alone, jfc. His vengeance quest and what can happen there.... That line? fuck me, that line -

It's so much easier to see the world in black and white. Grey? I don't know what to do with gray...

How DARE you come for my heart like this, devs holy shit

(also, some other choice faves so far from the series from him include We can disobey suicidal orders?? and This wasn't in my training manual... [in 1, if you have him with you @ th Thorian fight] and his whole.... pop the heat sink - in his romance ;Dc)

asdasdfksadjfkl like I said I can write an essay on him PFFF suffice to say I'm very looking forward to his romance scene and where things go in 3

But yeah gods I'm just gonna keep rambling if I'm not careful lol. Gods I don't even know what to talk about it's all so good and while I can understand people roasting the obviousness of Paragon V Renegade (v neutral) choices/alignments, I think they do a pretty damn good job in 2 of pushing it further - to the point that there were some times that I accidentally got renegade points and I wasn't that mad, haha. There's so much fun in the interactions that I just have a good time anyways~

I have so many thoughts about TIM (The Illusive Man) and Cerberus.... theories evolving galore............... and like, what the hell!! Omega 4 going to the center of the galaxy is such a cool twist, goddamn - though my heart still breaks at losing Kaiden (his line if you haven't romanced him?? about feeling like he lost a limb when he lost you??? holy shit.... but I also can't blame him for not trusting Cerberus to the point of it affecting his ability to trust Shepard... like fuck Shep go after himmmm) I'm really excited to see where that goes since he comes back in 3, and what the fuck happens with Cerberus bc while I love the fact that obviously there are a lot of people in it for the right reasons, doing good work, there are those that are doing the opposite, and I have a very bad feeling about where TIM will end up landing....

All that said though I need to do the Reaper IFF mission (where I'm lightly spoiled as to getting That Boy, but not how/what happens to make it so - just that it's apparently wise to have all your side missions done before getting him...) and the actual Omega 4 jump. So we'll see what happens and what I think about it from there heheh!

.... major kudos and genuine props if you made it here to the end, I am so sorry for not editing on condensing all this, and appreciate you so much ;w;

#night answers #night plays ME #(yes that's a purposeful pun lol) #((i sure have played myself by starting this series its so good aksdjflskjfd))

[utopiastyies]

anguilla.

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Summary: Harry meets Y/N at a bar in Anguilla and end up in his hotel room.

Warnings: oral (f recieving), sex, dirty talk.

Word Count: 1.5k

Note/s: this is my first post on tumblr so go easy on me! there will probably be a part two, but who knows! i hope you enjoy x

You could feel his eyes on you from across the bar, the way he was drinking you in.

You were leaving Anguilla in the morning after your week-long trip for your best friend's bachelorette party, and after all, you refused to go out with anything less than a bang.

Harry thought you were a vision, a sight to behold. Maybe that was why he let James and Adele continue with their drunken pep talks. Soon enough, he was on his feet, sights set on the chair beside you.

You felt his presence beside you.

“Can I buy y’ a drink?” The singer asked, watching your reactions.

You let your lips curl into a small smile before bopping your head, glancing at him in a way that made his heart race.

“I wouldn’t dare turn down a free drink” you quip,

“Surprise me,” You tell him. Harry’s tongue swiped across his bottom lip, nodding at you before signaling the bartender.

“A strawberry daiquiri for the lady, if you will”.

Soon you were arm in arm with Harry, walking along the shoreline. You both knew where this was heading, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t enjoy the trek up to his hotel room.

He asked you about your family, your friends. He asked about your interest and your deepest dislikes, but most of all, he shared little things about himself that he never normally did with one night stands.

He wouldn’t say it out loud, but deep down he knew that he didn’t want it to be just one night.

Harry loved how you treated him so normally, yet casually mentioned that you’d heard his music and that he has a great voice. He knew he had a good voice, yes, but hearing you say it so casually as if it wasn’t a big deal was euphoric.

You glanced up at him, his words having your full attention as he rambled about Cheshire and his life.

James and Adele were not as sneaky as they thought they were as they trailed behind the two of you, giddy that they possibly helped him make a move (they totally didn’t).

“Your friends are tailing us” You inform the Brit, smiling as his head whips backward. Adele waved cheerily as James threw up on the sand.

“’Pologies, pet. They aren’t normally this brazen”.

The way his cheeks flushed made you feel a sense of pride.

“They care..” You note, looking over your shoulder as Harry’s friends wrapped their arms around each other so that they were steady on their feet.

Once you were in his hotel room, he offered you a drink. You thought that he would sleep with you as soon as possible to make you leave, but he seemed almost...reluctent to start anything with you. He was more intent on sharing silly stories with you.

You decided to take matters into your own hands.

As Harry sat at the end of the massive bed, you grasped his glass from his hands and set it on the mantle before you sat on his lap. He stiffened momentarily before relaxing as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and fiddled with the ends of his hair.

Slowly but surely you leaned down, your faces level, and brushed your lips against his. It was a tentative kiss at first, both of you trying to get a feel for the other, but it soon turned passionate as Harry’s hands grasped your ass, kneading you through your dress.

You let out a content sigh as Harry locked his arms around your lower body and stood up, not letting go of you as he turned you around and plopped you on the bed.

He was hovering over you in no time, his lips on yours once again, tongue tracing the seam of your lips.

“So fucking beautiful..” He muttered against your swollen lips before your tongues tangled together. You could feel his cock through your dress, hard and begging to be let out of its confines.

The Brit nipped at your jaw, trailing kisses down your neck. You arched your back, and Harry slipped his hands behind you to undo your zipper. Once it was unzipped, he pulled back and watched as the fabric pooled around your waist, bare breasts on display.

His breathing hitched, hands reaching out and brushing against the underside before he attached his mouth to your left nipple without a warning.

You gasped, hands tangling in his hair as the tingling between your thighs kept growing.

He nipped at the bud, making you let out little whimpers into the darkened hotel room.

After a few more minutes of his current ministrations, he slid your dress and panties off, chucking them over his shoulder as he finally got his eyes on all of you.

He pressed a trail of kisses down your stomach, smirking up at you as your hips moved of their own accord, before finally, he flattened his tongue against your slit and licked a stipe from your opening to your clit. 

You threw your head back and let out the single most beautiful sound that Harry had ever heard.

He wrapped his arms around your thighs and delved right in, tongue circling your clit before he dipped it between your folds.

“Harry!” You moan, hands gripping his sheets as you roll your hips against his face.

“Taste so good, pet. Fucking delicious” He moaned against you pussy, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“So good- So good..” You babble nonsensically as he wraps his lips around your clit and slides his middle and index fingers inside of your dripping cunt.

He ate you out like it was his last supper.

Your moans got louder as he introduced a third finger and lapped at your clit causing you to clench around him and cum on his fingers without a warning.

Harry didn’t let up, in fact, he brought you to another orgasm right after.

You pulled him up to you and pressed your lips together gently, breath still shaky as he kissed you back delicately.

It felt different, and you both knew it.

He leaned all his weight on his left arm and cupped your face with his right hand. His lips were slow and deliberate and just- perfect. It was perfect.

“Shirt..” You mumble against Harry’s lips, your fingers fiddling with the buttons.

He takes it off, his eyes twinkling as you kneel on the bed to undo his belt. You threw it aside and wriggled his pants and boxers down, biting your lip as his erection hit his stomach.

His cock was an angry shade of red with precum leaking from its tip, and your mouth watered.

You reach out tentatively but Harry bats your hand away, only leaning back down to kiss you.

He settled between your legs and you shivered as his cock brushed against your core. You were sick of waiting, so you reached your hand between your bodies and guided his throbbing cock into your pussy, both of your jaws dropping as he pressed in.

“Fuck...you’re so tight pet. Squeezing me s’ good” Harry muttered before he moved his hips, penetrating you until his balls slapped against your ass.

“’ M so full, Haz. Feels so good!” You moan before pressing your lips together. 

Harry’s thrusts are slow and deliberate, hitting you right where you need it as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. His hand flew to your clit as you drew closer to your third climax of the night.

“Gonna cum f’ me, Y/N? Gonna cum all over m’ cock?”

“Harry!” You shouted as you were tipped off the edge, clenching around his cock and making him come right after you with repeated groans of your name.

Your eyelids grew heavy as he laid his head against your breasts, still inside of you but too consumed in the post-sex haze to pull out.

Your fingers carded through his sweaty hair, scratching his scalp and reveling in the hums he made.

“….Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“I have to pee” You laugh lightly. You feel his body rumble as he laughed with you pressing a kiss to your sternum before pulling out.

You wince at the feeling of emptiness and his cum leaking from your pussy, but you get up nonetheless.

Harry watches from the bed in admiration. He thinks that you’re the most beautiful human being he’s ever seen.

You find the bathroom quickly, doing your business to avoid getting a UTI, before splashing some water on your face.

You glance at the analog clock stung on the bathroom wall and your eyes widen.

It was now five in the morning and your flight was at five-thirty.

You rushed back into the main suite and collect your clothes as a very confused Harry watches your every move.

“You’re leaving?”

He sounded vulnerable.

You look up from doing the buttons on your pants and frown at his expression.

“I want to stay, really, but I have a flight home in half an hour for my best friend’s wedding,” You tell him gently as you take a seat beside him on the bed and cup his face.

“It’s non-refundable, if it was, I would stay”.

“...D’ya need a date to the wedding?”.

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[nakunakunomi]

The drunk prompt, 15 I believe, and Zoro, pretty please? :) Congrats on 300, Love!

Breaking the cycle of endless Law fics with your other babe! I hope you enjoy some drunk ramblings with our favorite swordsman my love!! Sending you many many many fluffy hugs! 

Cliche with bae event Prompt #15: Drunken confessions  Character: Zoro Word Count: 1.6k  Warnings: mentions of alcohol, drunkness, and some swearing. 

Contest & Habits - Zoro x Reader 

“Ten each!” Nami counted enthusiastically. You put your mug down roughly, wiping your mouth. At this point, you were barely registering the taste of the booze anymore, that stopped after mug number three. You were getting a little lightheaded, and you were starting to doubt this whole ordeal. Who had even proposed a drinking contest? Oh right, you did.

The green-haired man in front of you grinned. “Already ready to give up y/n? I am disappointed in you, but that’s okay, I knew you wouldn’t be able to defeat m-” “Fuck of Roronoa”, you interrupted him, before chugging another mug, and smugly stating: “you’re one behind”. The crew hollered at your remark, and Zoro could only respond by angrily chugging another mug as well. Like hell was he going to lose.

It had started off as a normal party. A normal banquet. You were close to reaching the next island, where no real adventure was planned, just to stock up on supplies and food. And Sanji wanted to make sure no food was wasted, so all the leftovers were turned into the most beautiful banquet you had laid eyes upon, and a barrel of booze was opened. You had made a remark amongst the lines of the barrel not being enough for you, and Zoro with his big mouth had said you probably wouldn’t even be able to get through one third on your own.

That was something you had taken as a challenge. Yes, you were the one that had proposed the drinking contest you were now slowly starting to regret. But you were way more stubborn than you were tipsy and you were not going to give up. You wanted to prove this moss head for once and for all that you were just as good a drinker. Even in your buzzed state, you realized that was terrible motivation, but sometimes sheer spite was enough to keep you going.

And thus, you kept drinking, now over fifteen mugs in, and while the barrel was getting more and more empty, and your head was buzzing more and more, but neither of you was ready to back down yet. Sanji had tried to intervene multiple times, saying a lady like you was already miles above Zoro in any way, and that you shouldn’t hurt your body with so much alcohol, but you didn’t pay any attention to it. Your focus was on Zoro, and trying to keep your thoughts straight.

“Guys. The barrel is finished. There are no drinks left… So I guess you’re even?” Usopp announced with an insecure smile. “Nonsense, I am still way more sober than Zoro is!” Your words were definitely slurred and you tried to stand up but needed two attempts -”a wave hit the sunny, no fair” “y/n we’re in still waters”-. Zoro immediately retorted: “Look at you, you can barely stand! No way you won y/n. Don’t think you could ever defeat me”

You stumbled forward, poking an accusatory finger at his chest. “Nu-uh. I am standing here. And I am….” You trailed off, as your eyes were too focussed on his pectorals where you placed your finger and the places where beer had spilled over his white shirt, clinging even more to his muscled torso. You blinked. You tried to rearrange your thoughts.

“You are drunk y/n”, Zoro grabbed the hand that was now resting on his chest as you were staring at him, pretty creepily at that. “Well, you are drunk too” was the best retort you could come up with, and before you knew you were flying.

At least that is what it felt like. Zoro had wrapped his hand around your arm and swiftly used his other hand to pick you up and sling you over his shoulder, using the fact that you were a little wobbly on your feet against you. He was not entirely sober anymore either, otherwise, he definitely wouldn’t have offered the others to take you to your room and make sure you were in bed so you could sleep off the haziness and hopefully be not too hungover the next day.

You wanted to loudly protest, but the sudden movement made you a little nauseous, so you settled for slapping his back. Strong as he was, Zoro didn’t even react, to him, it probably felt like a massage or something. “Hold still y/n” Of course, that only made you move more.

It took Zoro only three attempts to find the correct room. Which was not that bad, considering his clearly intoxicated state. He kind of inelegantly dropped you on the bed, looking around, searching for a bottle or something so he could leave some water behind. “Oi stupid moss head, why’d you carry me to my room?” “I’m not a moss head” “That was not my question.” “What was your question?”

You stared at him for a bit. This conversation of drunken nonsense was leading you nowhere. And you had to focus so hard to not get distracted again. Mind you, it was already hard for you not to stare at the man whenever you hadn’t touched a single drop of alcohol. But for your intoxicated mind it was even harder to tear your eyes away from him. It wasn’t your fault that he was so fine-looking. Too bad he was too stubborn. And to rude. And always got lost. And always stuck up for you. And was really nice when he needed it, just in his own blunt way. And actually kind of funny. And oh, when he smiled…

Wait. What was your drunken brain trying to do? Well, nothing more than what your sober subconscious brain had been trying to scream at you for months. But you had been way too stubborn to actually do something about it. Besides, Zoro seemed to only be interested in training, sleeping, and drinking, so like hell were you going to embarrass yourself by having feelings for him or something stupid like that. But now the nagging voice in the back of your head had gained power through the alcohol, and you had to physically stop yourself from actually saying something stupid.

“I don’t know anymore. Maybe I should just go to sleep.” You were ready to give up the fight. The useless bickering wasn’t even fun when you were drunk and Zoro looked like he could use a nap too. You nodded at him. “Thanks for carrying me here I guess. Even though you didn’t have to” “Yeah” He sheepishly nodded back, not really sure why he had done it either. But here you were. Both drunk off your asses, admiring each other's beauty and ready for naps.

Because Zoro had been staring at you too. You could mistake his frown for confusion, maybe he was thinking, probably not, when did he ever really think about things, but he was staring nonetheless. Frowning a little, and you were starting to feel terribly insecure. “Yeah, I’ll leave”, he suddenly broke his stare away from you and simultaneously spoke up. He stepped a little closer to the bed, you were not entirely sure why, surely his inner compass couldn’t be that bad that he didn’t realize the door was behind him? “Goodnight Zoro” “Goodnight Y/n,” he suddenly leaned forward and kissed the top of your head, something you had seen him do to chopper whenever he thought no one could see him and the little reindeer lay on top of him for a shared nap, “I love you, sleep tight.” He said is all so smoothly, out of such a habit, the words didn’t even get through to your brain before you realized what he had said.

“I’m sorry what?” your cheeks were burning up from the alcohol already, but now you were sure you were red all the way to your shoulders. Zoro did not seem to realize yet what exactly he had done until he was about to repeat his words. “Oh shit” You giggled. He didn’t even try to take his words back, and in your hazy state, your mouth made words before your mind could even process what you were about to do. “It’s okay, I kind of love you too moss head”

He didn’t even say something about the hated nickname as he stared at you again. For an outsider, the whole situation must’ve been hilarious, the two of you slurring words and having very slow movements as you were confessing your feelings while both your brains were desperately trying to make either of you stop.

“How about we repeat that in the morning? Making sure your little challenge didn’t mess with your head?” You nodded in agreement, sleeping seemed like a great idea regardless of what you just said.

You crawled under the covers, ready to say something to Zoro, but before you could even open your mouth, he had crawled in the bed beside you. The bed was too small for people and you ended up all pressed up against him, even more flush after he wrapped his arms around you, already closing his eyes and mumbling ‘perfect’ before you could even think about protesting.

It wasn’t ideal and you were pretty sure hungover you in the morning would be angry for sleeping with Zoro in your bed with your dirty day clothes on and all, but for now, this felt like heaven and the best plan ever. You almost regretted not napping with Zoro earlier, confessions or not. You looked up at his sleeping face and lazily placed a kiss on his lips.

“Then tomorrow I’ll tell you I love you for real.”

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