❝ why am i so violent ? just do it gently ! ❞ from ari LOL
Wyll shushes her softly. "You're doing fine. More than fine." He places his hand over top of hers, that shes using to hold the knife above the cutting board.
"The Shadowlands are stressful for all of us." Unsaid: if we can't hunt for extra food, or buy it, we have to be careful with our supplies and rations. "Let's chop this up together, and then send it over for Gale to fry up for us, yes?"
He sidled up behind her, closing the gap between them. A little intimacy, a hug, never hurt, right? And they're friends. Good, good friends. This is just like dancing. Like a twirl in place. His fingers delicately fold atop of hers, to soothe her. He brings her hand up, and then ever so softly down. As they push into the thickest, girthiest ring of the carrot, his grip gets harder, stronger, firmer, as he keeps her in place, safe in his arms, her fingers safe from the blade and any harm she'd accidentally inflict on herself or the carrot.
"Just like that. Like you said. Gentle." He hopes she doesn't notice the slight burdened, crackle of heat and desperation to his voice, a burning flame, a candle he sets out for her every night. He stays like that for a minute too long, perhaps. Enough that he can feel her body heat---smell her scent---without being obvious, without being strange.
And then he pulls away with a warmer still flush to his cheeks.
"Aha. Perhaps I should focus on my own task." He returns to her side, scoots his cutting board a little farther away as he minced and grinds the herbs into proper spices. (Gale says they may be out in the woods---but that's no excuse for tasteless foods. Wyll didn't realize he missed good food so much before Gale.) Still, Wyll feels... hungry.... for something else.
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fuck it friday
tagged by @daffi-990 @thewolvesof1998 💖
this time a bit more of the cheating fic - istg normally I'm not a big fan of those but this is soooo much fun to write haha (especially this buck, idk, i'm having a blast haha)
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“Wha- Where-” Eddie mumbles, confused, and Buck panics even more. Does Eddie not remember? That would be- worse, probably. Then he’d absolutely have to tell him, and he’s not ready for that conversation. Buck’s eyes are glued to the ceiling, but he feels Eddie moving off of him, propping himself up into a sitting position, his weight and warmth disappearing from Buck’s chest. He doesn’t immediately miss it. He swears he doesn’t. “Oh, fuck.” Eddie whispers after a moment, and the way his voice sounds so shocked and horrified, it’s safe to say he remembers. Or he figured it out, what with both of them being naked in bed and all that.
“Mhm. Well said.” Buck swallows hard, and licks his lips, and then he remembers getting to taste Eddie last night, got to kiss him, got to trace his lips all over his body, and- is he on fire right now? How is it this hot in here? He needs a cold shower. He needs to- he doesn’t want to, but he needs to scrub Eddie off of himself. Well, he does want to. He has to want to.
“We, um-”
“Yep.” Buck doesn’t let him finish. “That happened.”
“Shit.” Eddie exhales loudly, completely moving away and sitting up, making sure to take enough covers to cover himself from the waist down, but not too much so that Buck is still covered too – as if they didn’t see it all already. Buck still doesn’t look at him. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean- I mean, it’s not like I didn’t want to.” he rushes to correct himself, and Buck just needs him to shut up and not make this worse. He can’t hear that Eddie wanted him. Though maybe that makes this whole thing better? (...) “I just didn’t want it to happen like this. I’m sorry.” he repeats, and Buck can see him shake his head out of the corner of his eye.
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prompt for childhood enemies dimileth!!!
When Byleth was 6 years old, and Jeralt left her in the care of an inkeeper while he was doing merc jobs, a traveling caravan of rich people arrived to the inn, and she heard an ugly rich bowlcut blonde baby say his dad was the strongest and could beat anybody's dad and she choose violence.
Someone had to put the bowlcut in his place and make him understand Jeralt was the strongest.
Dimitri didn't want to fight back for his crest until Byleth called him a wussy... which is a word the mercs used around her and she didn't know what it meant.
(she fondly recalls this story as the first time she won a fight)
(dimitri still has bite scars from the incident and was very scared of girls for a long time)
(gustave was worried sick a commoner kid got the crown prince rabbies)
(they haven't connected the dots)
(This is the same anon who hates Dimitri's hair)
(hello dear dimitri's hair hater anon, i loved this prompt a lot! i changed some little points in the narration, but the main plotis the one you wrote. i really hope you'll like this :3)
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Byleth was extremely bored. Jeralt— no, he said to call him dad— Dad went to do some cool mercenary stuff he said were 'too dangerous' for Byleth to attend. How silly! She was perfectly capable of taking care of enemies. She had the best teacher in the world, after all; the Blade Breaker’s abilities were well known along all Fodlan.
Of course, she was still only six, while her father was… How many years old was Jeralt again? She realised she didn’t know exactly. Probably the same age all dads were. Like three-hundred years old or something like that.
Byleth frowned. Did she need to wait three-hundred years to become as powerful as Jeralt? No, it was too far away from now! The little girl stood up. She needed to go training now.
She went out the little inn where Jeralt— Dad left her some days ago, heading for that nice spot she found out the day before to train with her new super powerful sword. (Well, wood sword. After the last time Byleth tried to train by herself, she almost chopped her own leg, so Jeralt took precautions by giving her a weapon that 'woudn’t hurt his precious little girl'. How melodramatic! But he chose it precisely for her. It was special. She wasn’t gonna break it!)
Her wandering gaze stopped when she noticed some people a few meters from her. She frowned. A tall guy with dark hair and a younger blonde boy with an ugly bowlcut were talking under a tree, the very tree of her perfect nice training spot.
She frowned again. As people said, Byleth wasn’t… the best at social interactions. She didn’t like talking to people, especially strangers. And she hated when she had to. Like this moment. She needed those two to get out of her new special training spot. She needed to train! To become more powerful! Like, right now!
The urge to train was bigger than her despise for talking to strangers, so she got closer to the tree, holding hard her sword. Byleth repeated in her mind Jeralt— Dad’s lessons about how ‘not to be too scary with other people’. She had to act nice.
“Hi. Get out of my training spot”.
A greeting! Super nice. ‘Good job, me’, she thought, pleased with herself.
The taller boy looked at her with surprise, but his expression quickly changed in a smile. “Hello, you fellow warrior”, he said in a condescending tone, winking.
Ugh. That was one of the thing Byleth hated the most: grown-ups treating her like she was just a little child!
“Get out, I said! I need to train”, she said, pointing at her sword.
Bowlcut boy frowned. “But you’re too young to train by your own!”
“What?!” Byleth exclaimed to him, annoyed.
“Yes! My dad says children shouldn’t fight until they grow up. And you look almost my age! So, you can’t train”, Bowlcut boy explained, nodding.
Byleth crossed her arms. “It doesn’t make sense! My dad helps me train since I was… younger than you!”
Bowlcut boy looked troubled. “Why does you dad train you?”
“Because I want to become strong, and he’s the strongest mercenary of all Fodlan!”, Byleth said with a hint of pride.
Now Bowlcut boy looked annoyed. “That’s not true! My dad is the strongest one! Glenn, tell her!” he added, looking at the taller annoying guy.
Tall-annoying guy was watching at them holding a hand over his mouth as if he wanted to hide it, slightly shaking. Then he proceeded to burst into laughter, hitting the ground with his fist, without saying a thing.
Byleth frowned. What a weird guy.
Bowlcut boy frowned too, but apparently he decided to let the matter drop, as he looked at Byleth again. “My dad is stronger! He has big muscles, and he’s the only one that can use a super uper big powerful spear!” Then he looked down at Tall-annoying guy, who was still on the floor. “Glenn! Tell her!”
The guy tried to stop laughing, but miserably failed. “So… sorry, Dimitri… you’ll have to… deal with her yourself… PUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Byleth crossed her arms; then, she got an idea. “Let’s settle this with a fight. However wins, has the strongest dad!”
Bowlcut boy’s eyes widened. “N… no! I can’t! I’ll hurt you!”
Byleth was really annoyed now: how dared that little brat imply he could beat her?!
She lifted her sword, pointing at Bowlcut boy. “Prepare yourself!”
“Oh, fuck!” Tall-annoying guy stopped laughing and stood up between them. “Ok, party’s over. Let’s try to get along, shall we?”
Bowlcut boy sighed in relief. Byleth sticked her tongue out, looking at him. “Your dad’s just a… wussy!”
Byleth really liked the word ‘wussy’. The way it sounded was funny. She didn’t exactly know the meaning, but Jeralt’s mercenaries often used it when someone was arguing (usually when drinking that weird ‘grown-ups fruit juice’) with some other of the band, getting the latter very angry. And Byleth wanted to make Bowlcut boy angry.
And she succeded! Bowlcut boy’s eyes widened, and he proceeded to run towards her. Byleth was ready, and promptly dodged the boy. She grabbed his arm, and sinked her teeth in it.
The boy screamed in pain until Tall-annoying boy managed to pull him away. “Shit shit shit! What the hell is wrong with you two?!” he said in a high-pitched tone. Bowlcut boy started crying.
‘Pathetic’, Byleth thought.
“Okay, little girl, we’re leaving, but promise me you’ll stay away from Dimitri!” Tall-annoying guy said, while taking Bowlcut boy in his arms. “We’re leaving soon anyway, so forget about this and do not tell anyone!” he added, going inside the inn, without waiting for Byleth to respond. “Shit! I did tell Gustave I’m not a good babysitter…” she heard him muttering, while Bowlcut boy was still crying.
She looked at the now closed door for a few seconds more, then turned around. “Okay. Melee training for day: done. I should practice with my sword now…”
“You did what?!” Jeralt—Dad screamed in shock.
Byleth crossed her arms. “I bit him, I told you! He was saying some crap about you!”
Dad looked at her in disbelief, and then bursted into laughter.
‘Why is everyone laughing at me today?!’
“You… you bit him… you bit the… freaking… AHAHAHAHAHA!” Dad was laughing so hard he didn’t finish the phrase.
Byleth shrugged, deciding to let him be. ‘It’s not like I’m gonna ever see Bowlcut boy again…’
15 years later
Byleth didn’t know if she was getting better at reading people, or if Jeralt was acting strange more than usual. Since she told him she chose to lead the Blue Lion House, her father started to make a soft giggle everytime she mentioned the house-leader, Dimitri. It was getting annoying.
“Are you going to tell me why do you make that sound everytime I mention Dimitri, dad?!” she finally said one afternoon, while her and Jeralt were having tea in her room.
Jeralt smiled. “Ah! Never. But maybe, you’ll have your answer if you’ll ever see his arm… Summer is starting, after all…”
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“Let’s go to Wonderland.”
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Yuhua “Yu” Wei (魏 瑜花)
A strange boy from another world who “transmigrated” to Twisted Wonderland. Without magic, a monster to partner with, or even being old enough to enroll, he was taken in as Crewel's assistant. He often gets caught up in the student body's troubles, however.
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Known Facts
Birthday: January 27 (Aquarius)
Age: <16
Height: 160 cm
Dominant hand: Right
Hobbies: Dancing, reading, solitaire
Pet peeves: Obnoxious students with no intelligence
Favorite food: Anything sweet and refreshing with fruits
Least favorite food: Mushrooms
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Known Personality Aspects
Yu's outward persona can change depending on who he is with. Around teachers and respected upperclassmen (so authority figures), he is respectful and earnest. Around close friends, he is more outspoken and brash, but also playful and encouraging. Around strangers, he is meek but affable when spoken to. So on and so forth. His behavior will change depending on how the other person treats him, however.
One thing that stays consistent is his anxiety; although he does try to hide it, his naturally cowardly nature will pop out from time to time. Because of this and his poor self-image, he is often willing to subtly use others for his own benefit if he does not/cannot do something by himself.
However, that does not negate his temper, which often comes out explosively and violently when he is pushed to his limits. In fact, his self-hatred makes his anger even more potent. Be prepared for a barrage of insults and curse words should you step out of line around Yu.
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System & Other Status Effects
If you have ever read SVSSS (which I have not and don't plan on), you will recall that the transmigrating protagonist has a digital system that aids him. Yu has something similar; when there is no one around, he can access these holographic screens that inform him of upcoming missions, events, and his relationships with others. He also receives notifications related to all of the above.
Another problem he has to deal with is that after each Overblot battle, he is sort of knocked out and forced to watch the memories of the Overblotter, who also gets to see some of his memories. He doesn't really know why so he sort of just chalks it up to the System treating everything like a video game.
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Trivia
Much like how the teachers have their own uniforms, Yu also has his own magic-enforced "dorm uniform." It seems to take inspiration from a Far East fairytale, where a young maiden was aided by her late mother in the form of a beautiful, golden carp. Yu wears a locket that is enchanted to switch him into his dorm uniform when he opens it.
He typically wears what looks like the standard school uniform because 1) it goes under his labcoat in the classroom due to safety procedures, and 2) it makes him stand out less.
Floyd calls him “Li'l Koi.” Other students will frequently refer to him as “the TA.”
Although he isn't a student and thus cannot really join any clubs, he frequently visits the Film Research Club.
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Hi! Just wanted to drop by and tell you that your Karabita fics are AMAZING they've brought me so much joy and comfort 🥺 as I'm sure you can tell since I probably spammed your notes endlessly with likes and reblogs and silly tags these past few days. But gosh, it was just SO GOOD you're an amazing writer and after so many hours of joy I just really had to let you know (again haha). Thank you sooo much for sharing your work!! It was simply lovely 😔💜
I've really enjoyed reading your tags!! I haven't really thought about karabita much in the past few years, so it was nice to kind of have a walk down memory lane. I found myself reading back through some of my old work as you were reblogging it, and it was really nostalgic.
I didn't actually realize how much karabita I wrote! I've just been going off my AO3 stats for years. But I had a tendency to put stuff on tumblr back then and I didn't always crosspost to AO3, apparently. Then again, there's also a lot of karabita that I put on AO3 and never put on tumblr. So it was wild to realize that, in addition to the 50+ karabita fics I posted to AO3, I apparently also had this whole mess of ficlets that were tumblr-only. I didn't remember writing most of them at all until I saw you reblogging them. lmao
Anyway... thank you very much! I'm really very genuinely glad you liked them. I didn't realize anyone was still reading those. I haven't seen most of s2 or any of s3 (I bounced off of s2 pretty hard) so I wasn't sure if that was still a ship that anyone cared about. It's nice to know people still care after all these years.
I also laughed a lot when I saw from your tags that my Osomatsu-san/Muppets crossover was the first Muppets fic you ever read, but I was glad you enjoyed it! I was even more well-known for Muppets than Osomatsu-san for a while there, which is why I assume someone asked for that. It really made me laugh when I realized that I'd accidentally reeled someone into Muppets from karabita; the two are just such wildly different fandoms. (Though... in other ways very similar...)
I'm not in karabita fandom anymore, but I'll admit that it was a really fun part of my life. I really enjoyed all of the unhinged stuff I wrote, and I really loved how collaborative the fandom was. I didn't remember until I saw your notes how many ficlets I wrote based on requests back then, or how much fanart was made of those fics.
Natsukashii... 🥺
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