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plumeriaheart · 4 years

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“can you pretend to love me? just once.” for belphie and lucifer please (separate), but if i can only request for belphie. thank you uwu

plum’s follower celebration! REQUESTS OPEN

I’m only doing one character per ask, so this one’s gonna be for Belphie! Thank you for requesting this. ♡ I had a lot of fun breaking my own heart with this one, lol

This fic contains spoilers for chapters 16 and following, and also a disclaimer that I really don’t like how canon just overlooked the events of those chapters. Also, while we’re at it, please check out this post by @indiavolojones exploring some of the aftermath because I’m seriously in love with it!!!

TW for, u kno, murder!

Damage Done

Belphegor’s eyes linger on your figure whenever he thinks you won’t notice, but you do. How could you not? You try your hardest to ignore the unsettling feeling within your chest when you’re around him; you want to forgive him. His presence is enough to make your chest feel tight, ice cold fingers suffocating your lungs, and panic begins to flare up. Knowing that he won’t try anything again – both due to your pact with him and his brothers monitoring him too closely – does not settle your anxiety.

No, you find yourself wondering why he’s seeking out your company so much. At first, you thought he did it to torment you: invoke terror within you when he smiles at you, the same smile he wore as he crushed your ribs within his arms. None of the others would let you be alone with him, not out of their usual jealousy with each other but fear. The fear of losing you has been sparked the moment they had seen your lifeless body, Mammon holding onto you, crying, begging you to come back – you have not forgotten the sight, and neither have they.

And neither has he: Belphie watches you, takes note of the life within your every move. The very life he had stolen from you before. It’s difficult to digest that his hatred had been unwarranted, that his grief had grown into anger, a festering wound deep within his heart. He had known it was there, and yet he let it be. An act of self punishment for not being able to save his sister? For believing that he had led her right to her death? Only to find out that he had been wrong all along…

He used to love humans, and as he watches you, he’s reminded why: he sees pure kindness in the smiles you give his brothers, unbridled joy as they make you laugh, sincere affection when you talk to them. You are everything he used to love about humanity. It’s no wonder that his brothers adore you – he finds himself wishing you could smile at him the way you smile at the others; that he could make you laugh; that he had not tainted your pure heart with his ill intentions.

‘You must hate me,’ he thinks to himself when he talks to you, but he never says these words out loud. What if you confirm them? Ignorance is bliss, humans say, and the demon finds himself agreeing.

You notice his anguish when he’s around you. Both of you find it difficult to be around each other, as different as your reasons may be. Perhaps he latches onto you to simulate what his brothers have with you, you assume.

As weeks pass, he expects you to tell him to stay away from you, but you do the opposite: you seek him out, you even help him reconcile with his brothers, for hell’s sake! There it is again, the pure kindness in your heart. Belphie is drawn to you more and more each day, and he notices the tension in your body lessen each day that you’re with him.

“You make me want to be selfish,” he admits one day. You look up from your phone to notice him looking at you from his bed, face half hidden away by his pillow.

“Oh, because you’ve been so selfless up until now?” You retort with a small chuckle, a weak attempt at clearing the serious atmosphere his words created. It doesn’t work, his face remains expressionless as he sits up.

“You’ll never look at me the way you look at them, will you?” His lips curl up into a smile ever so slightly, but rather than unsettle you, you feel pity sprouting in your heart. “You’d be a fool if you did, but… Still, you’ve been trying, right? You’ve tried to look past what I did. Why? …do you truly think I deserve absolution?” There’s a flicker in his amethyst eyes as he speaks, a glint of sadness. Expectant eyes remain on your face, trying to read your expression.

“Where is this coming from? I thought you were asleep…” You mumble, casting your eyes back on your phone. All these weeks had gone by with neither of you speaking of the incident, and yet here he is, bringing it up during a peaceful moment.

“You’re avoiding the question because you don’t think I do.” Belphie laughs; an attempt to hide the sound of his heart shattering. “I don’t think I do either, you know.” You allow yourself to look up at him again, and any anger that you felt for ruining the serene atmosphere dissipated in the blink of an eye.

“I lost my chance way back when I decided to use you as a means to an end. I lied to you from the very first moment. I used you like a tool, and then I – I killed you when you showed me nothing but kindness. How can you even bare to be in the same room with me?” His voice quivers, and it dawns on you that all this time, being around you must have been torturous for him. Good, a part of you thinks, while another part of you wants to reach out to him and wipe away the tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

“I don’t know.” There’s not much else you can say, but you don’t have the heart to lie to him now. He would see right through it if you tried to sugarcoat your words. “I only ever wanted to help make things right between you and your brothers. I still do.”

“Sometimes I wish you weren’t so kind. Maybe then I’d be able to actually hate you.” You barely notice as you get up and walk towards him until your fingertips touch his cheeks, a soft caress as you wipe away his tears, but your gentle touch makes him flinch, eyes widening in shock. Belphie looks up at you, bewildered. “What are you-”

“I told you that I wanted to help you when we first met, didn’t I? And right now, I see someone’s who’s hurting right in front of me. I… I still want to help you, I think. It doesn’t make sense, but… Does it have to?”

Humans, you think, are irrational creatures at their core, and you are the prime example.

“Then hold me. Hold me and don’t leave,” his voice is barely a whisper now, vulnerability laced in every word falling from his lips. You see the silent plea in his eyes, raw heartache that threatens to infect your own heart. “Pretend that you love me, just this once. Please.”

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wlw-lovestruck-fiction · 4 years

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Onyx and MC find out that they're having Twins

Written by: @evoedbd

It was a usual peaceful day in the clinic. Sunlight shone through the windows, reflecting the off coloured white walls to bathe the room in a soft, bright light. The air was so light, light enough that one could forgive the beige linoleum floors and the sterile smell which betrayed the calm and gave a hospital vibe. Combatting the sterile nature was a large fish tank, illuminated with gentle blues through driftwood and aquarium plants. The plants waved gently in the currents, joyfully curling around the playful bubbles escaping an ornament amidst the driftwood. The fish danced around their environment, fins occasionally flaring before they dashed off, merrily oblivious to the incoming storm.

Standing guardian to the peaceful waiting room was a lone secretary, stationed behind her large corner desk. Immaculately dressed, as she had been every day for ten years on the job, her occasionally stern gaze held the rabble in line. Under her eye, even the most anxious of patients stayed quiet, perhaps mistaking her for harsh. She was not. These patients who came in were under her care until they met their doctors. For the lives they grew, the secretary owed them a moment of peace. A place to feel safe. Whether it was to hand them pamphlets from her desk with cliche titles such as “what to expect while expecting” or handing them pamphlets to support groups. Sometimes, a simple glass of water or some biscuits were what her patients needed, and she loyally provided, honoured by her small role in helping healthy babies be brought into the world. Though, there was a darker side to her observations. She had to pick out the women at risk, the women in tough circumstances. These women stayed with her, even long after they left her sight. The “unfortunate” accidents which could not be proven as anything but. The husbands and wives who looked just a little bit too angry at being there. The expecting mothers who were too twitchy. The noble secretary kept them all marked, a tiny yellow flag on their appointments.

She had known the moment miss Onyx Wren had come in all those years ago that something was horribly wrong. A lone, terrified young woman who had done her best to be bright and chirpy. She’d talked about her loving boyfriend, how he was so excited for her baby, how he was working extra hard and making her work harder to provide the best life for their coming child. It had come as no surprise when the clinic heard she had lost her baby in a training accident. When the following check-up was under the watchful eyes of her boyfriend. The way he had looked at Onyx still chilled the Secretary to the core, and when she had heard his line of questioning. All about physicality. All about when Onyx could have sex again. She knew. She knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he had done something horrific, and that Onyx was too scared to speak, too trapped in denial to accept her reality.

Today, the scene had been something entirely different. Onyx had been quiet, terrified even, but she was not alone. With her was a little Asian woman, a hurricane barely restraining herself. The air had changed the moment they stepped in, the Asian woman holding the doors for Onyx, comforting her with amusing faces and gentle touches. The Asian woman hadn’t seemed to care how childish she seemed; her focus was devoted to Onyx. Over her shoulder, a bag containing several textbooks had bounced, textbooks the Secretary recognised as medical schoolbooks on pregnancy and reproduction. That had given her pause. For all the childish energy and wild excitement, the girl had shown, she was so clearly committed. So seriously dedicated to whatever role she was playing for the expectant mother. And Onyx? Onyx, for all her fright, seemed to gravitate to that energy, feeding off it until the two seamlessly worked together, as if they felt the other in their very soul. As if reading one another’s thoughts before they even occurred. It was sickeningly adorable. If only that Asian woman could keep her voice down, then the Secretary might have even been cooing over them.

“TWINS!” The gleeful cry cut through the peaceful din of the waiting room; the roar of a dragon across the countryside. Like the beating of wings, the faithful pounding of footsteps against the floor crescendoed, growing closer and closer. Occasionally, the sound of shoes squeaking from the friction against the floor broke the pattern, or a pause to the steps cued more joyous shouting.

The Secretary cringed, her dedicated typing coming to a halt as she braced herself for the human hurricane. The one she’d read as the emergency contact. Cali Meng Xi.

“Twins! Twins! Its twins! She’s having twins!” Cali continued to shout, leaping and whooping through the waiting room in a flurry of her tie-dyed hoodie and long, powerful legs. The bike mechanic danced, kicking her white high tops into the air with each leap and stride, reminiscent of a frolicking stallion amidst the spring grass. How could she stop? The excitement burning in her body was too powerful to contain, too pure to be tainted by something as cold as rational, mature behaviour or logic. Onyx was having babies. Plural. Not A baby. But BABIES. Twins! Two baby Onyx’s! Double the adorableness in the world. Double the miracles! Her heart was going to beat out of her chest; was going to explode into a shower of rainbow glitter and unicorns delivering bombs of happiness to all. Onyx! Babies!

Behind her, a melodic giggle twinkled. A sound of delight and embarrassment at the same time. Onyx followed at a far more sedate pace, reaching out in an effort to catch Cali’s arm whenever the mechanic was within reach. Of course, Cali didn’t stop bouncing around, her face split by the dopiest grin ever seen. Instead, she took Onyx’s hand, spinning the shorter woman as if they were in a ballroom instead of a waiting room.

“Cali, calm down. Just watching you is making me tired.” Onyx laughed; her voice filled with that undeniable note of happiness. Even as Cali’s behaviour embarrassed her a little, it also filled her with pride. It was evident in the healthy glow of her cheeks, the delighted, adoring twinkle in her oceanic emerald eyes. Her plea was heeded. Cali slowed, sweeping Onyx up into a loving embrace, only to spin her around once again. Onyx simply laughed, kicking her feet playfully before she was gently set down.

“The most beautiful woman in the world is having twins! I love you! I love you all, so, so much! I’m so excited, Onyx. I’m so happy I feel like I’m gonna explode if I don’t let it out!” Cali cried, fat tears of joy rolling down the curve of her cheeks. The truth of her words was evident. Standing still, Cali’s muscles twitched, all rebelling beneath her skin. She trembled, a tangle of energy with nowhere to go. Still, when she lifted her hands to Onyx’s cheeks, Cali was so very gentle. Even trembling, her fingers never became rough as they tucked strand after strand of golden hair behind Onyx’s delicate ear. For all her overwhelming energy, Cali’s hands were nothing but sweet again Onyx’s cheeks, as if cradling her world in her rugged palms. Gently, she lured Onyx into a kiss, the sweetest she could offer. Her lips caressed Onyx’s, pleading, writing her love into every romantic memory. A gesture of such vulnerability offered without fear or shame, unperturbed as to who witnessed such a moment.

The Secretary smiled, surrendering to her impulse to croon over the young women. Even from across the room, she could see the devotion in Cali’s dark eyes, could see how Onyx was her entire world. It was laced through every touch. The tenderness of her hands to Onyx’s barely showing stomach. The love in even the most chaste of kisses, in how Cali pressed them everywhere she could. This hurricane of excitement had no qualms about kneeling to Onyx, to pressing her lips to Onyx’s tummy. About sobbing with happiness. This woman was proud, without being prideful. Intense without becoming domineering. Cali Meng Xi was nothing like the boyfriend Onyx had tried to sell as loving. The longer The Secretary watched, the more apparent it became. Cali’s actions were all for Onyx. Cali wasn’t out to disturb the others, nor was she putting on a show for the crowds. This was her, raw and unbridled, unable to contain herself. She wasn’t trying to seize the stage, she was trying to share her happiness. She was blessing the waiting room with her genuine joy, gifting a glimpse of her soul as she worshipped a goddess in her own life. As she praised the lives growing.

“Six fucking pages.” The doctor whispered as he drew closer, bending down to slide the documentation to the Secretary and keep his words private.

“That woman took six pages of notes. If only all the expecting fathers were as dedicated.” He elaborated, earning a gentle chuckle from the Secretary. The woman gazed into the doctor's eyes for a moment, reading everything he hadn’t said. She watched, assessing for a few moments before accepting the files.

“Miss Wren better put a ring on that girl. They’re perfect together.” The Secretary commented, earning a sound of agreement from the doctor.

Quietly, she flipped to the page, pausing at the yellow sticky dot in the corner. The doctor simply nodded, confirming her thoughts with a smile so large it looked as if his aged face might split in two. The Secretary’s heart almost burst as she worked her nails beneath it, picking and plucking until the label came free. Nothing honored her as much as when she worked it into a nasty ball, then flicked it from her nails straight into the trash. Right where it belonged.

Onyx Wren wasn’t in danger any longer.

#Anonymous #lovestruck #lovestruck sin with me #sin with me #sin with me onyx #sin with me envy #onyx wren #onyx x mc #angst #fluffy angst #fluff #sfw #tw: past abuse #tw: abuse #tw: child loss #woeful wednesday

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superleeleehipster · 4 years

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10x16 thoughts/theories

After reading up on the finale, and watching the gifs/videos of that lovely Caryl moment (thank you peeps!), I’ve got some feelings to process. Mainly about two specific things about what the episode showed and what that means for the future.

Obviously, some spoilers ahead for 10x16

Disclaimer: Everyone’s entitled to their own opinion, this is just my own. I’m not telling anyone to feel a certain way and everyone’s emotions are valid. You can happily agree or disagree as much as you want.

So first thing I want to talk about is that hug scene from the finale. From what I’m seeing so far, there are a ton of mixed reviews about it in the Caryl fandom. Some folks loved it and thought it was sweet, while others were disappointed b/c they were expecting something like the “No Sanctuary” hug based on the spoilers we got.

Speaking of. Spoilers. I appreciate the people who are able to give us content before the episode (to curb my anxiety if anything), but I also try my best to take what they say with a grain of salt, and the hug is a perfect example. We were told it rivaled the “No Sanctuary” hug and they had a heart to heart, but those statements are a bit arbitrary. I definitely think the person who said that thought those things, but we might not agree with their opinion.

The opposite has happened before too, where we were given spoilers that didn’t sound very good and it wound up being a better episode for Caryl than we thought. Like when we heard that Carol and Zeke were going to shag during the episode “Morning Star” and she confronts Daryl later and asks him to not hate her, and he says “he would never hate her” but doesn’t look at her and walks away... But what actually happened was Carol went to Daryl’s place in the woods and Zeke found her b/c he knew she “needed some comfort” and the shag was more or less one last hoorah for their relationship and when Carol asked Daryl to not hate her he looked straight into her beautiful eyes and said with conviction “I’m never gonna hate you”... that episode was an amazing surprise for everyone b/c we thought it would be much worse. Bottom line is, we just need to be careful about what spoilers say, b/c they can leave stuff out or make their own opinions on it.

My personal opinion on the hug: I thought it was a very sweet moment between the two. No, it wasn’t the same as the “No Sanctuary” hug, but I don’t even think that type of unbridled desperation and relief would’ve been appropriate for the current situation. And the current situation is that Caryl’s relationship had hit hard times recently, and Daryl is still upset with her with her actions. When saw her at the end of the episode and looked her up and down to make sure she was ok, but stayed guarded at first, that made sense to me. B/c neither of them are in the right headspace for any kind of relationship right now, especially Carol, and Daryl is a bit guarded still b/c of her recent actions. But when they acknowledge that it’s over, and Carol openly admits that she’ll never get what she wants and he says she has him and she gives that pitiful whimper of “yeah?” to him (AGAIN, we didn’t know about that in the spoilers!) and he comes in and gives her such a freaking warm hug. It was a hug that reassured Carol he was still on her side, and reassured Daryl that she was physically there and ok, and that the war was over. Also that part where she whimpered and wiggled a little and he wouldn’t budge at letting her go. Ugh the feels!

Seriously, I was kind of jealous b/c I haven’t been hugged that warmly in a long time...

Point is, I thought the hug was nice and sweet, and appropriate for the current situation. We just need to watch our own expectations when spoilers come out, b/c they can make us feel underwhelmed or pleasantly surprised when we see the scenes on our own. I definitely understand that ppl are tired of waiting. We’ve had 10 years of this and we’re tired of waiting for canon. But I definitely believe it’s coming soon, I really do...

Second thing I wanted to mention is that Connie is alive. I know there are some folks who are not exactly excited about that b/c we were pretty certain she had been killed. For some carylers, having Connie gone meant no real chance of Donnie happening, b/c we’ve been burned by TWD before and there’s always that chance no matter how slim. But for most, having Connie dead would cause the Donnie shippers (the nasty ones at least) to riot before likely leaving.

Personally, I’m actually glad she’s alive because of two big reasons:

1). Ignoring the abc shippers for a second, quite a few general audience members were really starting to hate Carol after her actions this season. No matter how much we had tried to speak reasons, and highlighting the fact that she just lost yet another kid, a lot of them ignore the turmoil she’s going through and just focus on the actions she’s done. Having Connie alive will at least quench some of the GAs negative feelings over Carol. Yeah she still messed up, but Connie’s alive so the blame will ease off on Carol...

2). This one’s a big one. Ever since Angela Kang began as the showrunner, I’ve noticed big differences between how she writes relationships and how it was before she came along. Quite a few differences if we’re being honest, but the biggest one is that she is more direct with character’s relationships with each other, and she’s not using the current situation to escape from having to be direct with them. There’s no extreme subtle glances or talking in a weird language that doesn’t always make sense (looking at you Gimple). She has been pretty upfront with a lot of the relationships during the last two seasons, and she hasn’t had to use fate/deaths to end ships or start others. For example:

- Carol/Ezekiel - A lot of folks were upset over the fact that Henry was going to take Ezekiel’s place on the pike scene, mainly b/c it wouldn’t be fair for Carol to lose another kid. But ignoring that reason for a moment, another reason is that it would've ended Carzekiel, so Daryl could possibly have a chance again. However, what happened was even better, in that Carol chose to end the relationship herself, instead of circumstances doing it for her.

- Eugene/Rosita - Instead of constantly having a “will they/won’t they” situation, Rosita had flat out told Eugene that they were never going to happen, and he admitted he mainly created the friendship in the hopes of being with her one day. Then, when he tried kissing Rosita, he realized he wanted Stephanie instead. Again, direct development in the relationship, even if the relationship itself would never happen.

- Daryl/Connie - The season 10 premiere, Kelly teased Connie with an eyebrow look after Daryl waved at her, but Connie gave her a “stop right now” glance. And when Carol asked him about it, he repeatedly said there was nothing going on between them.

- Daryl/Carol - She had Michonne mention to “make sure she says goodbye this time” to Daryl without Daryl even telling her he was about to meet up with Carol. The pure excitement and love between Caryl when they first reunited was adorable, and Carol’s joy on his bike was just amazing. To save some reading time, Daryl had basically put his heart on his sleeve for Carol this season, trying his best to keep her safe and help her through the situation. All the while, AK gave subtle/not so subtle hints of what their relationship was and very likely will become. Calling Caryl soulmates in interviews, admitting this season was really about their story. Having Carol sleep on a bedspread with ships on it, or have Daryl standing next to a ship wheel hanging in the hallway while he waited for Carol to answer the door. Having Carol find a double capped acorn and then Daryl staring longingly at it while he was in his room. I really could go on...

Point is, AK has been direct when it comes to dealing with relationships, so I have a feeling that she’s going to be direct when it comes to the Donnie ship. She already has, but I feel like there’s going to be a moment where it’ll end once and for all.

AK loves reading our fanfics, so I can definitely see it where, at the end of Season 11, when Carol decides she’d like to go on a trip. She’s in a better headspace than she was before, and just wants to go on an adventure. She was hoping to take Daryl up on his offer for New Mexico, but then Connie returns and she and Daryl have a really nice reunion that everyone witnesses. Carol thinks Daryl wouldn’t leave after that, so she plans as if she’s going alone, but then he finds her packing and asks when are they leaving. She gets confused because she thought he would build a life with Connie, but he might say something like “already told ya, there’s nothing going on there... my place is with you, no matter where that might be”...

Or maybe Connie tries to or even kisses Daryl, and Carol witnesses it, so she scurries away and makes plans to leave. But she doesn’t see Daryl turning away and telling Connie that it’s not like that. And then he goes to Carol right after and tells her that he’s going with her...

Those are just examples, but I can honestly see AK doing this, b/c she hasn’t shied away with being blunt with relationships before, why would she shy away from this now?

At the end of the day, I’m not perturbed by the finale. I wasn’t expecting anything drastic in regards to Caryl. But Carol has reached her bottom, both personally and with her relationship with Daryl, and now there’s no way to go but upward. The finale has already solidified the fact that she still has Daryl on her side, and that will be of immense help to her guilt about the recent events. So the next bit of their journey is Carol climbing out of the hole she was in, and with Daryl at her side. That sounds a lot like one of our fanfics doesn’t it? XD

PS: AK, if you’re reading, I fully expect that the next time in the future, when there’s a hug that actually rivals the no sanctuary hug, I hope it’s Carol and Daryl hugging desperately and trying to swallow each other’s faces... cause you know, I have wants.

Have a good evening loves! (gifs are not mine!!)

#caryl

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project-ohagi · 4 years

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Kei Tsukishima x Reader {Haikyuu!!}

Such a powerful, romantic attraction was growing burdensome. At the most precarious of times, he could barely restrain himself. He silently prayed for even the briefest of touches. It was extremely troubling to him, especially thanks to his malicious demeanour. He acted uninterested in the world, but you were that which it was impossible to explain with simple physics. A cringing sensation consumed his body - was that seriously at the forefront of his mind? Surely, these feelings resonated with more ease and clarity in the hearts of Tanaka and Nishinoya? The prideful blonde attempted to crush that mental image. Him, akin to those idiots? Nothing worse could be conceived. Well, perhaps your inevitable rejection. Not that a confession was playing in his head, because it wasn't! He couldn't allow such trivialities, as irritating as he viewed them, to interfere with his studying, volleyball practice or personal life.

After all, there was no benefit to dwelling on a cause which was forever-unattainable. You might occupy the opposing desk, and he might risk subtle, little glances...only on occasion, but those things held no significant meaning, and his pessimistic brain refused to pursue them. Not to mention, your personalities were polarities - sloth and arrogance seeped into every word which dripped from his mouth, while a genuine compassion glowed amidst your eyes.

Oh, your eyes...he could quite contentedly gaze into those shimmering (e/c) gemstones for the rest of eternity. And your plump, soft-seeming lips...they could taste of damnation, but only the sweetest kind; if they unleashed armageddon upon him, his features would convey purely the utmost gratitude. But, these thoughts were so very infuriating! You would definitely be disgusted, if they ever managed to surface. They wouldn't - never in a million years. There would be another mass extinction before he sabotaged his emotional barriers, intentionally. He vowed never to grant you unrestricted access. Heck, even restricted access was off the table! Although the admission wouldn't come easily, confidence wasn't exactly his forte. He was certain that a nuclear meltdown of his heart would ensue before his affections were given the blessing to break out of their cage.

Yet, the severity of his most horrifying affliction was becoming even more problematic. When he requested its unbridled concentration, to take notes during class, his mind simply rebuffed him. The battle he waged with it was constant, only amplifying at the slightest hint of a smile. Not that he always watched you. How creepy would that be? Annoyed, he clicked his tongue. Rather loudly. Your head turned, work momentarily discarded. A blush was rising on the blonde's porcelain cheeks, blossoming in prominence as the seconds trickled by. From his position by the window, all the intricacies of your face were revealed, including the concern which clouded your vision. Also reflected was that mortifying crimson hue - the cursed reaction to thoughts he should have long dispelled.

For a mere moment, he allowed himself to wonder just how much you had noticed. Was your vantage point enough to recognise his embarrassment? Or...was it perhaps disappointment? After all, love was never supposed to pierce his heart. It was a waste of time and energy, (according to a younger version of Tsukishima), neither of which he wished to spare. Then, if that was truly his firm perspective, why did he ache to devote every smile, every breath, to you and you alone? What convinced his heart to thunder against his chest with such violence, to weep with an unruly joy, whenever a sliver of sunlight illuminated your ethereal complexion?

"Tsukishima!" The teacher suddenly yelled, venom lacing her tone.

"Stop staring out of the window! And (L/n), stop staring at Tsukishima!"

The sniggering which followed earned a vicious death-glare from the woman, but the humiliation at having been caught and subsequently outed, could never be retracted. The remainder of that lesson wiled away at an agonisingly slow pace; both of your faces were burning, and an uncomfortable silence had imposed itself upon the classroom. Each party wanted so badly to direct an apology towards the other, but for Tsukishima, his prideful soul was his most oppressive adversary.

Oh well - maybe this was the retribution he deserved, for letting love fester within the deepest regions of his heart. He still couldn't comprehend the inclusion of this newfound weakness, into his everyday life. To be extremely blunt, it hurt. He felt secure in the assumption that you wouldn't ever reciprocate his feelings, and he had hoped them to be fleeting, but alas, some higher power was engraving his tombstone already. This love grasped for purchase on his very core, determined yet honey-drizzled. It was too sickly-sweet, and seemed to release toxins into his veins, although this was probably just ecstasy. Whatever the reality, it wasn't something his mind favoured.

His heart, however...

Well, it likened you to a strawberry shortcake - in other terms: a delicacy.

Vying for your affections (not that he ever intended to) would be daunting, as if chasing an orgasm (not that he knew anything about this). He figured your heart to be either a miracle of nature, or a welcomed parasite, because of its persistence - a singular trace, and he was wrapped around your finger. This wasn't the life he had chosen, but now, he didn't think your absence would grant him any semblance of bliss. With these thoughts swirling around, Tsukishima vowed to remove himself from the classroom as quickly as possible, once the bell sounded. To be trapped there, surrounded by the fragrance which defined you (he definitely didn't take any and all opportunities to inhale your aroma), would cause insanity to violate his brain. Your absolute perfection was simply too overwhelming, but somehow, he couldn't be irritated with you - he was on the receiving end of his own taunts.

Lesson ended, and Tsukishima's heart skipped a few beats. Before he was even able to organise all of his supplies, you had appeared in front of his desk, head lowered and legs squeezed tightly together.

Voice trembling, you half-shouted, "I'm so sorry! I never meant to get you into trouble!"

"Huh?" He was trying desperately to quell his nerves. "You didn't. I just wasn't paying enough attention to the teacher."

Raising your head a little, as if pleading for permission, you muttered, "Well, I'm still sorry! You dislike me, right? That's why you were looking away in the first place."

Tsukishima glowered, despite his best efforts. "If I disliked you, don't you think it would be a bit more obvious?"

"It...it seemed pretty obvious. Sorry..." Your arms were pressed against your bust, and you started to wish that you hadn't approached the boy.

"Stop apologising. It's annoying." He scolded you verbally, and himself mentally; why wasn't he reassuring you?

Surely, a few gentle words rolling off his tongue wouldn't pain him that much? Alas, pride had mounted his brain, and was in the process of overriding the mainframe of his heart.

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eriisaam · 4 years

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Nobody:

Me: Who wants moar streetracer AU crumbs? 8D

Road Wyvern (name tentative), owned by Camilla.

In a family fractured between streetracers and nons, she’s at odds with Xander between her passion as a racer and his massive concern for her safety, especially when as I mentioned last time for another sketch I did way back, Camilla was in a pretty bad wreck once before, and badly scarred the left side of her face while losing her left eye. (However, said accident wasn’t quite as “accidental” as it all seemed.) Occasionally, she hitches an additional seat for more mundane rides, but takes full advantage of her mostly dark palette during late night races not to be easily told in her daytime ongoings with the same bike. She’s a leader of a group of bike enthusiasts who may or may not be involved in lots of underground (probably) after dark streetrace circuits.

She is currently in a relationship with a budding med trainee, Erin, who found her at the scene of her accident and helped stabilize her long enough to go to the hospital. Because Erin can’t drive for crap, Camilla offered to drive for her, eventually easing her into outright drive dates together.

Silent Dragon, owned by Kamui (male Corrin). To Xander’s dismay, Kamui took up a bike and racing after heavy encouragement from Camilla, who similarly encouraged her other siblings. However, with Garon’s horribleness, combined with the increasingly high tension between Camilla and Xander, Kamui, at a loss of how not to make it so much worse, eventually runs away from home and rides off. In the time he disappeared, tensions broke so much that Camilla’s and Xander’s arguments eclipsed, they both said things they’ve soon regretted, and it all came to head when, while Xander was out trying and failing to find Kamui, Camilla was involved in the aforementioned wreck.Although Kamui wasn’t personally involved in said wreck, he blamed himself for leaving and leading to said turn of events, so while he visited Camilla when she was too bad off to realize he was there, he avoided his family even worse so after the incident.

By complete chance, Kamui wound up being roomates in the college dorms with Erin, and Eclair, while neighbors with Dash, Sparrow and Lyon, and as Camilla eventually got close enough to Erin to find out Kamui lived with them. The accident didn’t even cross her mind in favor of her massive joy and relief to find him again where she then proceeded to blow the landline up to no end of their dorm thereafter for a long while.

Happy Dream. Rider is Gunnthra. Jokingly/mockingly, people also dubbed it “Hello Ktty” for how obnoxiously kawaii it is, but for the sake of not having my kneecaps busted by Sanrio, it’s officially Happy Dream.

Gunnthra is a budding racer who had aspirations to have a pretty bike and by gawd she’s gonna get it. After running into Teru in his garage shop, and with him humoring her request for Happy Dream to be modded in all its brightly colored glory, it turned out she’s terrifyingly good in races, despite how caught off guard most get to see her bike, and through her unbridled joy and thrill of getting the hang of streetracing, it reignites Teru’s own interest to help her and relive his glory days through proxy of her.

Falchion, owned by Chrom. Its initial name was supposed to be Falcon, but Chrom got nervous and typoed the name while registering it, so Falchion it is.

He’s the least experienced out of anyone in streetracing, and quite honestly has no business at it. The reason he got roped into it at all is cuz he thought Sparrow and Lyon were cute, wanted to find a way to get to know them and break the ice, and Camilla, being Camilla, swooped in all “well biking’s cool, they’ll probably dig bikers. :) “

By pure luck and happenstance, he’s thankfully enough of a natural not to seriously break himself, surprisingly won his first race, and it took all the nerves in his not-quite-as-ylissian-but-whatever-this-AU body to try to pretend like he knew what he’s doing (while screaming internally), and how he has to live his lie to save face.

Except Sparrow and Lyon were way easier to impress than he thought, and both would’ve liked him just as well if he had any remote interest in games and anime but shhhhh...

Demon King, owned by Lyon. Between him and Sparrow, he has more experience in streetracing than he initially lets on.

While normally, Lyon is just another student trying to get by, he’s secretly more of an adrenaline junkie than he lets on. Partially, he started off stressed to a point of falling sick (often and repeatedly) out of stress, tension, taking way too much of his studies all at once, and the heavy, heavy inferiority complex he has of whether or not he could ever hold a candle to the name Vigarde made for himself in the social network.

Turns out, however, Vigarde was not just a big name in the public eye, but in the underground as well in his prime, and he was the previous owner of Demon King before he forced himself to retire from the public eye due to his ailing health. While Vigarde was supportive of Lyon’s pursuits of knowledge, and was open to the idea of letting him one day inherit Demon King, he initially hesitated on the idea up until he tried his first streetrace with a different bike he borrowed and won.

Although initially trying to ground himself and swear off the idea, he unfortunately was overcome by the sheer thrill and energy from the adrenaline rush of such a reckless and chaotic sport, he eventually does end up taking Demon King after all, albeit not simply for commute as his father believed. Though he maintains a calm, fairly friendly and helpful demeanor in schoolwork, he is described as having a completely different personality in races he takes part in, being highly competitive and surprisingly terrifying, living up the reputation of a speed demon.

I’ll be honest, I have no crumbs for Dimitri, or any real plot thoughts about the Blue Lion, but someone requested a bike for Dimitri, and also this gives me a chance to share thoughts of the other people:

- Erin is a student studying medicine, and while it’s debatable how much of it is outright her job just yet, she’s a trainee, and she happened to be around when Camilla was in her wreck to stabilize her and call an ambulance for her, saving her life. When Camilla sought her out to find her again, the two got closer to a point of dating, and it’s through her that she eventually reunited with her estranged brother, Kamui. Though she doesn’t drive at all, and she harbors all manner of history that would imply she should be against biking and streetracing, she doesn’t get in Camilla’s way of her clear passion for riding bikes despite her experiences. She also is frenemies with Kyo, to a point her rivalry with him is bad enough to make her recognize when he pulls up on campus from the sound of his engine. She is just as familiar of Camilla’s engine to otherwise perk up at the sound of Camilla pulling up similarly.

- Kyo is an on-again off-again biker who cycles through more bikes than clothes. He owns a penthouse to live elsewhere, he works as a charmer off-campus, and he initially catches the interest of Kamui and Eclair in trying to charm both of them, whom Erin and lightly so Sparrow are less than convinced of his virtues behind why, especially as they unfortunately got to know both have pretty big and powerful family connections (well, Lyon too, but still...) He made an enemy out of Thorr, so much so that she tried to task a hit against him, only for the hit to target Teru instead (who unfortunately looks similar) which caused Teru to be permanently stuck with crutches, was the cause of Camilla’s accident, and nearly killed the one doing the hit, all in one fell swoop, just on the vain attempt to get Kyo to stop coming near her son Eclair. To say she was infuriated to find out Kyo came out of it all unscathed and still trying to woo her son is an understatement.

- Sparrow, whose actual name is Jase, uses the handle of “Sparrow” this AU based on her online aliases as she works for commission on art, this also being her major. She tends to be the most keen on upkeep of keeping the place tidy and not on fire. She knows more than she lets on about Lyon’s underground antics and suspects Chrom’s doing far more than he could actually handle, but so long as they and Dash stay alive and well, that’s about as much as she has the spoons to care for. She’s slightly more accommodating to Kyo, but not as unsuspecting of him completely like Kamui of his intentions with him and Eclair.

- Eclair is actually named Magni, and is the son of Thorr and nephew of Loki, both of whom are powerful people with heavy social influence, including in the underground. He is, effectively, a son of a mafioso, and despite meaning well this time around and trying to have a more genuine mother-son relationship to him this time, Thorr is still too smothering, controlling, and too much of a helicopter parent to have a particularly healthy relationship with all the same (but at least this time around, the three aren’t so all powerful as to delete countries with a passing fart, so, yay.) This unfortunately left him bright-eyed, naive, and very babie-vibed of the world of college life, which he only got into because Loki happens to like to give him leeways, be it to have Cool Aunt dibs and/or to piss Thorr off on purpose otherwise. While he isn’t so hopeless as to not function in the normal world, he unfortunately is still hopelessly naive all the same, which led to Erin and Sparrow being much more protective of him and Kamui.

#My kiransona things #My OCs Headcanons #Just AU things #Streetracer AU #This isn't a be all end all thing #But it's certainly a thing

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breg21 · 5 years

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Ladrien Week: Couple

Let’s get the show on the road! :D

@ladrienjune

Fanfiction Ao3

It was a full week before she returned. Each day was agony waiting, and it only multiplied with each passing day.

But, Marinette had to really think about everything that had been given to her. The knowledge that Adrien actually liked her back— maybe love, if his mess up was anything real— and her heart just wouldn't stop fluttering at that. She only got maybe five hours of sleep after she returned home from his place that night from tossing and turning, but it was well worth it.

Now, it had been an entire week and she knew she had to make a decision.

It was scary, getting something you truly wanted after so long.

So, calling on Tikki, she transformed, and swung off her balcony and into the night, letting her yo-yo guide her to Adrien’s house.

It didn’t take long, not even five minutes, before she was knocking on the glass of his bedroom window. He was in his desk chair, scrolling on the ladyblog— was he always on it? Was it because of her? — and the instant he heard the tap, he swiveled around to greet her as she pushed past and into his room.

The grin that parted his lips reached and shone in his eyes as he frantically tried to exit the page on his browser causing Ladybug to bite her lip to keep herself from screeching at his lovestruck face.

Deep breaths, deep breaths

“Ladybug.” his voice was laced with sleepiness and a bit of guilt bubbled in her chest thinking that she was probably the cause, seeing as she took a while to come to a decision. “You came.”

She smiled at the relief in his tone. He’d obviously thought that she was gonna chicken out.

If only he could understand how much she had wanted this. She’d never leave Adrien hanging like that. Even if she said no for now, until Hawkmoth was defeated, she’d still give him an answer.

And she was gonna give him an answer. After an internal battle for days, talking with Tikki, with Master Fu, she had finally come to a decision.

Now if only the boy in front of her would just stop looking at her like that— like she was everything— so she could properly collect her thoughts.

Although, if she was being honest, she didn’t mind him staring at her like that. She quite liked the idea of being the center of his whole world. It made her knees tremble at the mere thought, really.

So, yes, please keep looking like that. Just make sure to catch her when she fell from the sheer shock of it all.

Realizing she hadn’t greeted him back, she offered her own little, “Hey.” Accompanied by a weak, awkward wave. But that only seemed to bring out the giddy in him.

She jumped from her perch, landing with a soft thud on his hardwood floor, and crossed the room in several strides to stand just a few feet away. He nodded towards the couch to take a seat, and she easily took the invite.

“Um, so what brings you by?” As soon as the words left his mouth, he hastened to tack on, “Not that it isn’t pleasant to see you. I’m always happy to see you. You’re always welcomed, it’s just unexpected, seeing as it’s been a week… already..and yeah, I’m gonna shut up now.”

She stifled her giggles behind her hands, but the laughter could still be heard. “Well, I’ve been giving it some thought, heavy thought. I’ve talked to my kwami, along with the person that gave me my miraculous in the first place, and they’ve both gave me the good and the bad reasons that could come up with us dating.”

Adrien nodded, slumping in his chair as he slowly moved back in forth, it seemed as if it was a nervous twitch more or less. “Did they say what you should do?”

She shook her head. “No. They gave me the pros and cons of our relationship, but both agreed that it was my choice to make. That they trusted that I knew what I was doing and what I was getting myself into if you and I were to start dating.”

His weight shifted at the word dating and he sat straighter. “Is… is that you saying… you’re willing to give us a chance?” His words were leaking with hope and oh, it hit her heart just right and she had to keep herself from marching over to his chair and pull him into a bruising, breathtaking kiss that would leave them both without air for a few hours.

She paused for a nanosecond, contemplating all her thoughts that led her here. “Maybe….” She paused, with a sneaky smirk, as if to torture him, and if she was being truthful, she reveled in that. “Yes.”

He jumped from his seat, fist pumping the air as he whooped. Then he was grabbing her, pulling her into an embrace, chest to chest, breath mingling with one another as his green eyes found her blues.

His lips were not even an inch away— she could feel the lightest touch against hers— before she put a finger between them.

“But.” Disappointment flashed across his eyes, but only pulled back enough for her to talk, while still being locked in his arms. Though locked wasn’t exactly the accurate word to describe it. She loved being in his arms. “But, there are rules we have to follow with this; rule one: Nobody can know about this. No one.”

Adrien nodded, eyes determined to show that he was listening and willing to go along with what she was saying.

“Second.” She tapped a finger to his nose. “We can’t communicate during the day. I’ll drop by at night as much as I can, but understand that it won’t be every night; as much as both of us want that. Dates will have to be in this room and this room alone.”

He pouted, but once again nodded. She wanted to take that bottom lip and nibble it. Kiss it away. But she had to set ground rules before this went on. This took priority.

“Third and final rule. Well, half rule, half request. The rule part is, you can’t ask for my identity. Trust me, I want you to know, and as horrible as this may sound, if I tell anyone my identity, I would tell Chat first.” His eyes bulged at that, some weird emotion that almost resembled happiness ran across. “That's not to say he’s better than you or anything bad. But he’s my partner in fighting. He deserves to know first. But I’ll be running to you the second after.”

He smiled easy enough. Like he didn’t mind that she would tell Chat first. “Kay.”

“The request part of the third rule is, that you know I’m a friend outside of the mask. It’s pretty obvious now. I know you won’t be disappointed by who I am, because you love me. But what I ask is that you seriously take this into account, we know each other. I see you a lot. I know that’s tempting information, but please don’t purposely look for me. If you find out accidentally, then we cross that bridge when we come to it, but we have to try to keep my identity a secret. You’ll have to live with that, knowing that anyone you talk to, you could be talking to me....is..is that okay? Y-you get that, right?”

His eyes were firm. “I do. I understand. No looking.”

She was so thankful for that. “I’m not trying to sway you away from dating me, but it’s a serious matter with us. There are gonna be days where I’m gonna be a little extra worried about basically lying to you. There’re gonna be days where I’m just a bit sadder because I couldn't kiss you or hug you. Along with that, after you do find out who I am, I’d appreciate it if you talked through with what you’re thinking about, okay?”

He smiled, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “I promise. I’ll sit with you and talk to you all night long and let you know what I’m feeling once I find out. And when there are days you’re down because you couldn't give me any affection like you wanted throughout the day, I’ll have the window open and extra cuddles and kisses ready just for you.”

And there were the waterworks as her heart fluttered with the unbridled joy dancing in his eyes, causing a domino effect in her heart, and gosh darn it. He was hers now. A year of waiting, pinning, and he was hers, no holding back anymore. That just felt good and right. Hers for keeping.

“Well.” The tip of her tongue darted to swipe across her dry lips. “If… if you’re still up for it, if you understand the circumstances, and ar-are willing to, do you have something to ask me..?”

He looked absolutely delighted. Did he know what he did to her? What he made her feel? Did he do it on purpose? Questions to file away for later. “Ladybug, will you please be my girlfriend?”

“Yes.”

He pulled her back into his personal space, with very little distance between them. Her lungs were almost empty of air, but she couldn't seem to care at that particular second. Not with the boy of her dreams looking at her like that.

Her eyes drifted to his lips and with what little air she did have, her breathing sped up, coming out in short little pants as every fantasy she had ran crazy through her head for months finally started to seem in reach. The fluttering in her heart kicked into overdrive from the hazy look in his gaze. One filled with love, admiration, and pure awe.

She still wanted to bite that lower lip even though it isn't in a pout.

His voice had just a touch of huskiness. “Is there anymore request or rules that I should know about?”

Just kill her now. “Only one.”

His smile turned uneven. “Oh?” He brought his nose just a hair breath away. His eyes sparkled with an idea in mind and she knew that he knew what she already wanted.

“Kiss me.”

I just want them happy.

#ml #Ladrien #ladrienjune #love square #mlb #Miraculous Ladybug

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omg-imatotalmess · 6 years

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Surprise

Hey guys! I hope this was kinda what this person was looking for. Idk if I made it fluffy enough. Hope you enjoy

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Requested: Yes

Anonymous Requested: i binged all of your fics yesterday and turned on your post notifications. your work is amazing!! can i request a super fluffy draco fic?? the reader gets knocked up by him in 6th year and luna senses it and draco and reader are super shocked haha. thank you so much!!!

Warnings: Teenage pregnancy (wrap it up kids!), swearing

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Sunlight filtered over your face, warming the part of you not already covered by Draco. His arm stretched around your waist as he pulled your back flush against his chest. The smooth expanse of skin that met your naked back made you smile. Last night had been great. The two of you had laid together, occasionally trading sweet kisses and feeding one another chocolates.Rolling over, you looked into his sleeping face and felt yourself smile.

Draco looked so innocent when he slept. When his face was relaxed like that, all traces of his usual scowl were gone. Without that scowl it left his expression open to the sweet look he reserved just for you. You traced your finger over his slightly parted lips, smiling when he mumbled incoherently. It was almost painful how much you loved him. Especially looking at him with half his face squished into a pillow on a lazy Sunday morning. It wasn’t often that you got to spend a lazy morning together given his roommates. Pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, you settled down against his chest.

No sooner had you gotten comfortable then your stomach gave a harsh jerk. Sitting up and pressing a hand over your mouth, you scrambled into the bathroom. The door slam must have woken him up because, as you emptied the contents of your stomach, you heard him calling for you.

“(Y/N), love? Where did you go?” He called. Coughing, you spat into the toilet. What in god’s name was that? You stood, rinsed your mouth, and opened the door.

“In here,” You said horsley.

“What’s the matter?” He asked, kicking the blankets away.

“I guess I ate something that didn’t agree with me,” You said. You watched as his lips turned down into a frown and he made his way to you. When he reached you, he pressed his palm against your cheek.

“Do you need to go to the hospital wing?” He asked. You shook your head, nausea passing.

“No. No, I’m okay,” You said, leaning your head into his hand. A worried expression creased his forehead in a way that made you want to kiss away all his troubles.

“You really should see a doctor if you’re sick. I’ll write my father and make sure you see the best doctor the world has to off--” You pressed your hand over his mouth.

“I’m fine, Dray. It’s probably just something I ate. Really,” You said, softly.

“If you’re absolutely sure, love,” He said.

“I’m perfectly sure.” Sighing, he nodded and pulled you into a hug.

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There was something wrong with you. No bones about it. Something was wrong. You hadn’t felt good for weeks; going through bouts of nausea and vomiting for no particular reason. Of course, you made sure to hide it around Draco. Worrying him was the last thing you wanted to do, not that you really wanted to hear the ‘my father will take care of this’ speech again either. Though, it had been getting harder and harder to hide. You’d even started avoiding the Great Hall because the smell of some of the foods made you sick. Draco caught you just before dinner.

“You still aren’t feeling well, are you?” It was less of a question and more a statement. Biting your lip, you shifted your eyes from his face.

“I’m fine,” You said.

“You insist you’re fine, but you’ve been avoiding me,” He said, furrowing his eyebrows.

“I’m not--”

“Don’t you dare lie to me, (Y/N),” He growled, grabbing your shoulders. You felt tears spring to your eyes. For whatever reason, you’d been incredibly emotional lately.

“I’m not trying to avoid you, I swear,” You whimpered.

“What’s the issue, then? Is something wrong? Are you in trouble?” He asked. You shook your head.

“No, nothings wrong. I’m not in trouble,” You said, trying your best to smile like you meant it. Something was wrong, but you weren’t going to say anything until you were sure everything was okay.

“Is there someone else?” Your heart broke at the way his entire body tensed with dread. His face hardened and his lips pressed into a thin line. For a split second, you thought he was going to cry. Shaking your head more vehemently, you wrapped your arms around him.

“Oh, Dray, no. Of course not. I love you,” You said gently.

“Damn it, woman, what is it?” He asked. As you opened your mouth to respond, a familiar blonde head popped up.

“Hello, (Y/N), Draco. I hope I’m not interrupting,” Luna said. Silently, you thanked whatever forces had brought her bobbing along just now. There hadn’t been a good answer to Draco’s question.

“No, we were just talking. How are you, Luna?” You asked.

“Quite good, actually. The nargles haven’t been so bad as of late,” She said, smiling at you.

“Lovely. Did you need something?” Draco asked impatiently. Shooting him a glare, you elbowed him for being rude. Not that Luna seemed to notice. She simply smiled dreamily, looking between the two of you. Pushing her hair behind her ears, she began to study you.

“Congratulations you two,” She said.

“For what exactly?” Draco asked, raising an eyebrow.

“On your baby, of course,” She said pleasantly. You and Draco shot each other a look before you tipped your head and smiled.

“Luna, we don’t have a baby,” You said.

“Well, not right now, but soon!” She laughed.

“What in the name of merlin’s beard are you talking about?” Draco snapped, clearly not in the mood for Luna’s usual cryptic ways. Laying a hand on his arm, you turned your questioning look on her. You loved the girl, but you seriously had to wonder what went on in that head of hers.

“Haven’t you told him yet?” She asked, glancing at you, “(Y/N)’s pregnant.”

The Earth seemed to stop turning for a moment. Did she just say what you thought she said? Pregnant. Leaning back against the wall, all your problems seemed to make sense. The nausea, the mood swings, the way even the mention of some foods made you feel all pointed to one thing. How could you have missed it? Your hand found its way to your stomach. You were pregnant. You were pregnant with Draco’s child. Looking up, you saw the worried faces of your boyfriend and your best friend.

“(Y/N), love? What’s wrong? Are you alright?” Draco asked. You stared at the wall across from you as though it had the answers.

“You didn’t know either,” Luna said. You shook your head. “I suppose I should let the two of you figure this out.” With that, she skipped off towards dinner, leaving you and Draco alone in the hall.

“I think I’m pregnant, Dray,” You muttered.

“Are you really going to listen to Loony Lovegood?” He scoffed.

“I’m not joking. I really think I’m pregnant, Draco,” You whispered, turning your (E/C) eyes up to meet his grey ones.

“Let’s get you to the hospital wing, then,” He said.

Madam Pomfrey went about the test with very little fanfare. Only speaking to tell you that you were, in fact, pregnant. She gave you a soft congratulation and allowed you and Draco to be alone. You appreciated that. She didn’t tell you that you were too young or scold you in any way. It was good of her. The soft smiles she offered you helped out quite a bit too. Turning to Draco, you grabbed his hands.

“I’m really pregnant,” You said.

“I’m going to be a father,” Draco said. He grinned, looking down at you with such pure, unbridled joy that you nearly burst. Taking your face in his hands, he kissed you. “I’m going to be a father!”

“We’re going to have a baby! I’m going to be a mommy!” You squealed.

“God, you’re beautiful,” Draco laughed. You leaned up, pressing kisses to any part of his face you could reach.

The thought of being the mother to Draco’s child made your heart pump pure happiness through your veins. Nothing in your life had ever made you feel this way. You were elated, absolutely over the moon. You loved Draco more than anything and now you were going to have a baby together. A mini you or him running around. Your heart skipped a beat.

“I love you.” The raw emotion in your voice made Draco pause. Brushing a piece of hair behind your ear, he slipped off the bed and onto one knee.

“Marry me, (Y/N).” At sixteen, you weren’t sure that any of this was a good idea, but you really couldn’t bring yourself to care. You flung yourself to the ground, wrapping around him.

“Absolutely!” You laughed. His hand came to rest on your tummy as he swallowed the word with a soft kiss.

“I’d always planned to have a ring when I asked for your hand in marriage,” He chuckled.

“Fuck the ring,” You said, pecking his lips, “We love each other and that’s good enough for me.” And it was.

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faintblueivy · 5 years

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Your smile is my world - Naruto Fanfiction

Hello everybody! This is my submission for @sakuramonth! The prompt is Milk and Cookies, so yeah, have a little Mamakura sweetness!

Your Smile is my World

Sakura shivers involuntarily as she enters her home. In contrast to the icy winter and freezing winds outside, her home feels much warmer and safe. A sigh escapes her lips in response to the sudden comfort. Though her ears are intently trained on the pitter patter of tiny feet following her and a large smile overcomes her lips.

“Sarada?”

“Yes Mama?”

The warmth that blooms in her chest at the sound of her voice is even sweeter than the one which makes her light up in Sasuke’s presence.

“Come on in quickly, sweetie. I don’t want you to get a cold again.”

“Hai. Hai.”

Sometimes, Sakura wonders that despite Sasuke’s absence in the raising of their daughter, she still, at times, resembles him uncannily in both looks and mannerisms. It feels as if she’s with a mini version of Sasuke. But Sakura knows – her daughter is much more than that. Incredibly more. She buries her thoughts in some deep corner of her mind and then proceeds to put the brown grocery bags down and run swiftly to close the door. Even a small encounter with the chilling wind of outside frosts her nose. She turns around again to shrug off her coat and observes her daughter struggling to untie the laces of her boots. A pang of wistfulness reminds her that a few months ago, Sasuke was the one to sit and patiently help their child with her boots. But the child succeeds before Sakura could step up to help her. A smile of childish pride comes over her lips as she looks up at Sakura for acknowledgement. And of course, Sakura beams.

After leaving their cold coats behind, the mother-daughter duo enter the house. Their house is larger than necessary for only two people but they don’t mind. The grocery bag is placed on the counter and Sakura occupies herself with pulling and sorting the contents. Sarada drags a chair over, sits, and is content watching her mother dance around the kitchen for a few minutes. But still, she’s a child and the innate tendency of kids of not wanting to stay still or silent for a long while forces her to send a barrage of questions at her mother, like – ‘What is this?, Why do we use them?, Are they healthy?, Why would we add that in our food?’. And the list is endless. Sakura knows that she’s is supposed to feel a little annoyed because the questions keep coming nonstop and at a ferocious pace, but she can’t bring herself too. Her daughter’s endless queries represent a mirror image of the curiosity she, herself, used to display in her childhood.

“So? When are we making them?!” Sarada’s question is bubbling with unbridled excitement.

“Making what?” Sakura feigns a look of complete innocence at the question.

“Cookies!”

The child pouts at her and Sakura cannot help but burst out laughing.

“Maybe after you take your nap?” Sakura suggests.

“No!” Sarada stubbornly refuses and Sakura notes how the creases between her eyebrows are so hauntingly similar to her father. But she also does not fail to notice the defiant and determined look in her eyes. She knows she’s seen that particular look on the mirror more times than she can count.

“No?”

“No! I don’t need naps. I’m a big girl.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah!”

“But Boruto takes one too.”

“Aunty Hinata makes him because he always causes troubles!”

Sakura inwardly smirks. That…may be true. With a small baby and a child who is an unstoppable ball of energy, leaves Hinata with no other choice. Boruto’s constant trouble making behaviour and pranking habits are hard to handle. Sakura never knew how a mild mannered woman like Hinata could actually keep up with a family of such hyperactive blondes. But when she looks at Naruto and sees the look of pure delight in his eyes when his children are all over him and the content smile at the presence of his wife, never fails to make her smile. He is happy and Sakura desires nothing more than it to ever last.

“Alright! We can make cookies now but on one condition.” Sakura offers, bending at waist to peer at her daughter.

“Condition?”

“Yes! If you’re going to stay awake now then the bed time will come early.”

Sarada stills and pretends to consider the offer quite seriously. Sakura hides her smile at the look of concentration on her small face before her daughter passes a judgemental nod of yes.

“So which ones?” Sakura asks despite being sure of the answer she was going to receive.

“Choco-chips!” the child exclaims and Sarada laughs out loudly. Choco-chip cookies were Sarada’s absolute favourite. The ‘heaven may fall but I’m not changing my opinion’ type of favourite.

Surprisingly, it had been Kakashi-sensei who had made this discovery on a baby-sitting endeavour, when Sarada was and year and half. He had handed over their daughter to Sasuke with a crinkle in his eyes and a statement of, “She likes chocolate, I think. She ate half of the choco-chip cookies in the packet.”

“Fine! Now list off the ingredients we need. I think I don’t remember.” She tells the small child who looks positively thrilled at the prospect of reminding her mother the recipe of her favourite cookies.

“We need choco-chips!” She supplies with a happy grin.

“Only choco-chips?” Sakura pretends to be confused.

“No Mama! No! We need flour, sugar, and brown sugar too! And butter, lots of butter! Vanilla extract! And yes, eggs?”

“Do you want to eat the cookie dough?” Sakura asked, collecting the required ingredients and placing them on the counter. She remembered this particular request which Sarada had made last time when they had baked.

“Yes! Boruto said that it tasted good!”

“Oh yeah? Then no eggs.”

“Why?”

“Because raw eggs can make you sick.”

Sarada comments and busies herself with whipping up the butter first. Times passes and before they know it, all ingredients have been added they dough comes together. They scoop the dough into small balls, and place them on the prepared baking tray ready to be put into the pre heating oven. Now, having nothing to do but wait.

Sarada had listened with attention and had observed her mother with great concentration, occasionally chiming in once in a while. Sakura was sure that the next time they want cookies, Sarada would be the one insisting on baking them herself.

She let a large grin to be directed at her daughter and started the music player. And when the tunes of “Bare necessities” from jungle book floated into the kitchen Sarada jumped up in uncontained excitement and delight! So happy and eyes so bright that Sakura could not help but grab the tiny child and dance all around the kitchen. Both mother-daughter duo screaming the last lines of the iconic song at the top of their lungs and then dissolving into a fit of giggles and childish laughter.

A few hours later, the cookies baked with utmost perfection – golden and perfect were a feast, nothing short of a delicacy with warm milk. Sarada’s big smile as she dunked her cookie into the milk made Sakura’s heart throb with joy and contentment.

She has seen a lot of things in her life.

Life and death.

Happiness and sorrow.

Satisfaction and suffering.

Victory and defeat.

Love and hate.

But nothing could ever compare to the smile that Sarada gives her while offering her milk soaked, soggy cookie. It’s worth millions of stars. It’s worth all the obstacles they have crossed and all the adversities they have survived.

It’s worth everything.

You smile is my world.

Hope you enjoyed it! I live for Mommy-baby love here! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

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lucelockwood · 6 years

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"A holiday", please :) And can it be from Lockwood's perspective? Anything else is up to you pal. I love your blog so much!!!

Hoooboy friends, this is messy and super self-indulgent andalso NOT A DRABBLE because apparently I can’t do that. Super quick and sappyand probably not the most magnificent thing I have ever written, but it is whatit is. Thanks for the prompt and for the kind words, you lovely wonderful person!

Seriously, read at your own risk, this is MASSIVELY sugary....

When Lucy walks into the recently transformed parlor, takesin the candlelight, flowers, and meal he’s very carefully laid out, and thenpromptly bursts into tears, Lockwood knows he’s ruined Valentine’s Day.

“Lucy?”

“No, I’m s-sorry, it’s not . . . it’s not you, I pr-promise,”she rushes to explain despite her obvious distress, probably reading hisexpression correctly as panic. “This is beautifuland perfect and . . .” her facecrumples.

Alarmed, Lockwood crosses the room in three strides to getto her. She reaching for him before he gets there, crushing him to her and buryingher sobs in his shirt.

As much as she keeps trying to reassure him in betweengasping breaths for air, Lockwood is cold in the face of this sudden meltdown.Tears from Lucy are extremely rare. He can count the number of times she’scried in front of him on one hand, and they’ve been married for a year and halfnow, and friends for far longer than that. Lucy has only ever cried for one oftwo reasons: extreme emotional distress—LaBelle Dame comes to mind—or pure unbridled joy, as on the night he’dproposed.

He’s willing to bet it’s not the second one tonight.

“What is it, Lucy?” he asks, setting his insecurities abouther reaction to his carefully planned evening firmly to the side in the face ofher distress.

Lucy sniffs; he can feel her fingers curling into his shirtat his back as she struggles to calm her breathing. “I’m okay,” she says atlast, her voice shaking.

Seeing as she still hasn’t been able to stop crying, thewords are far from reassuring. “Did . . . did something happen while you wereout?”

“No,” she says emphatically, but she hesitates. “Well, yes,actually, but not . . .” Lucy shakes her head into his damp shoulder with agroan. “This is not going how Iplanned.”

Those are not the words he’d expected to hear. “What isn’t?”he asks.

“I wasn’t supposed to start crying, and now everything is amess!”

Lockwood takes her gently by the shoulders, pushing her awayuntil she’s forced to look at him. She’s white, but she doesn’t seem hurt orfrightened, just a little irritated at the tears she can’t control. “You’regoing to have to help me understand, Lucy,” he says as he studies her. “Youaren’t one to cry for no reason.”

“I shouldn’t be crying now,”she mutters, wiping furiously at her eyes. “I promise, I’m fine,” she adds. “I’mnot hurt, nothing is even wrong, I’m just . . .” the words bring more of themysterious tears, leaving Lockwood as worried as ever.

“Tell me, love,” he pleads, soft and hesitant. “Why are youcrying?”

Lucy nods as she takes his hand and leads him past the beautifullyset table and it’s forgotten meal to the sofa, where she sits. As he does thesame, Lockwood pulls out a handkerchief and hands it to her, thinking as shetakes it that it’s probably a good sign that she’s so irritated at the tears. “Ipromise, everything is fine,” she says at last. “Or at least I think it is. Ihope it is.” She chews her bottom lip as she does her best to dry her eyes. Thenthe words come tumbling out of her, rushed and nervous. “Only, I’ve beenfeeling a bit unusual lately and it wasn’t alarming or anything,” she promises witha quick glance his direction. “I was just out of sorts, and I figured it wasprobably nothing, but it didn’t go away, so I went to see the doctor—”

“Doctor?” Lockwood interrupts with a sudden surge of concernand distress. Lucy nods, looking almost sheepish. “You are sick enough that youhad to see a doctor and you haven’t told me?”

“I didn’t think it was worth worrying you over,” she saysquietly, making his heart constrict.

“Lucy,” Lockwood protests, incredulous and frightened andgentle, and also a little bit hurt. “That’s my job as your husband, to be therewhen stuff like this happens. To support you and help you carry whatever loadyou’ve got on your shoulders that’s driven you to tears.”

“I know,” Lucy agrees immediately. “I know, you’re right,and I should have told you, I should have brought you with me.”

Lockwood breathes deep in an attempt to calm his suddenlyterrified heart. “Please, Luce, tell me why you went to see the doctor.”

She reaches out to take his hands, her grip fierce. She is watchinghim with an intensity that shakes him to the core, despite the tears that arestill falling. Slower now, but still present. “Like I said, I’m making a messof this. This was going to be my Valentine’s gift to you, but I got emotional andruined it.”

“Your gift to me?” Lockwood can’t take much more of this. “I’mnot following you at all, love, are you sick?”

She takes a deep, shaky breath before continuing. “It’snothing bad, I know why it sounded like that, and I’m sorry. I’m not sick,Anthony, I’m. . . pregnant.”

He hears her, of course he does, but somehow the words aretoo much for him, more than he is able to fully comprehend. “You’re . . . I’m sorry,you’re . . . what?”

“Pregnant,” Lucy repeats, her voice stronger than before. Forthe first time that night she smiles, and he feels the warmth of it even as hestruggles to find the words.

“As in . . .” There’s something fierce and uncontrollablecoming to life inside of him, something incomprehensible and intense and burning.“As in you’re going to have a baby?”

“That is what pregnant typically means, yes,” Lucy says, andLockwood finds himself suddenly fighting back his own tears, even as he’slaughing and pulling her close again.

They pass a moment—several of them, possibly hours—holding eachother, laughing, and crying. Lucy confirms over and over again that he’s heardher correctly, that they are in fact going to have a baby.

“This is . . . the bestgift I’ve ever been given,” Lockwood says at last, his voice hoarse.

Lucy hums softly, the sound so satisfied and content that itsets his heart racing. “I thought you might like it.”

“There aren’t words, love.”

Lucy seems to agree with that, choosing to kiss him ratherthan respond.

“You had me worried, what with the tears and all that talkof doctors,” Lockwood says later, when he’s had a little time to process. “Scaredto death actually.”

His confession makes Lucy wince. “Sorry about that. Nothingwas coming out right. I’m still a bit frazzled, honestly.”

“You’re happy though?” he asks, knowing the answer and yetstill needing to hear it from her lips.

She’s tracing his smile with her fingers, her eyes bright. “Sohappy.”

“That’s what really matters to me, Lucy. You know that,right?” He wants her happiness more than he wants anything else—the desire isso potent that it is physically painful. He owes his complete happiness to herand all he wants is to be that for her, to give her what she has so willinglygiven him.

The smile she gives him is devastating, stealing his breathentirely.

“I can’t remember ever being this happy, but you should knowthat I have absolutely no idea how to be a mother, and that terrifies me. But thenI think that I’ve got you, that this baby is yours, and mine, and that it willprobably be the most loved baby since time began, that it probably already is, because I’m so in love with this babyalready, and it’s incredible, but it’s also frightening, and then I’m swingingback to terrified again, and—”

“Breathe, love,” Lockwood reminds her gently, and she does,taking a few good breaths before continuing.

“I’m a complete mess of nerves and emotions, and I barelymanaged to process everything before making it home and then I walked in hereand saw you and every sweet thing you’ve done for me today, and I love you so much and . . . I couldn’t help it.”He watches two new tears trace their way down her face and reaches to brushthem away. “I’m completely overwhelmed by all of this. But don’t you dare thinkfor a second that I don’t want this baby, just because I’m afraid.”

Lockwood knows exactly what she means. He has felt the same fearand worry himself when thinking about the future and wondering if, should heever be so lucky, he’d actually have what it took to be a good father. But lookingat Lucy now, tear-stained and hopeful and glowing and worried and literallyeverything he has ever wanted, Lockwood knows it’s going to be okay.

“You are absolutely right: we’re going to do this together.”He kisses her softly and Lucy’s arms find their way around him again. “We can do this, together. We’ll figure itout as we go, make mistakes, and love this baby with everything we have.”

As Lucy kisses him again, holding on to him with shaking handsand an open heart, Lockwood is struck again by just how much Lucy has given him. “Youknow all I’ve have ever wanted was afamily,” he says, the words bringing fresh tears to his eyes.

Her eyes are shining. “I know.”

“Thank you, Lucy.”His voice breaks. “My love.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Anthony.”

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alirhi · 3 years

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So, I’m currently learning Romanian because of Sebastian; hearing him speak it a few times, I’ve just finally noticed what a truly beautiful language it really is. Before my crush on him, my only real exposure to it was this little dickbag I worked with a few years ago who I absolutely fucking hated. I called him Captain Useless because he was a lazy, entitled little fuckwit who did absolutely nothing, pitched a fit if called out on that, and would just wander around all night talking on the phone (in Romanian, hence the relevance) or watching Netflix. so... not a great first impression of the language (the sound of his voice made me want to strangle him) or the people.

I’m so grateful to have heard Sebastian speak it, to have gotten the chance to hear how beautiful a language it really is. And now I’m grateful for the extra motivation to really buckle down and study it seriously lol. The unbridled joy in his eyes when someone speaks Romanian to him in a setting where he’s not expecting it is so pure and so beautiful, and though I know I’ll probably never meet him, if I somehow ever do, I want to be the next fan he points at and says “you’re fucking awesome” to lol

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crowned-ladybug · 6 years

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Rainbow

Just putting it out there, this is dumb as heck. I literally just took six colours and something associated with each colour, wrote a drabble based on each and mashed all those together into one thing to pretend I can write. It’s not good.

Each story focuses on different characters/sets of characters/relationships. It’s a bit of fluff and a bit of exploring relationships, but it’s nothing deep. Romantic stuff is there, but it’s not super centered around it. The first story is by far the darkest one, and even that isn’t that dark at all.

Characters: oh fuck, so many. Dark, Anti, the Host, Google, Chase, Chase’s kids (Sammy and Grayson), Bing, Angus, Amy, Kathryn, Ethan, Pam, Marvin, Jackie

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: none. Ships included are Danti, Bingaverage and Marvelsepticeye.

1. Red – Anger

"Would you just shut up?!" Dark snaps, his teeth growing into fangs for a single moment. His aura cracks around him, distorting his image and draining the colour from everything around him. White noise flares, following his voice. For a moment, Dark is an image of pure, unbridled and furious power, destructive and fearsome.

The other egos in the room freeze and stare at him in shock, wide-eyed. Some flee the room completely. They hadn't been doing anything special, certainly nothing with the intention of upsetting Dark. But Dark grew annoyed with their noise and his own inability to concentrate on the book in his hands, and instead of just getting up and leaving, he snapped.

But within the same moment, Dark's arm is grabbed in an iron grip, keeping him from moving forward. Anti places himself between Dark and the rest of the egos, reflexes keen as ever. He knows Dark better than anyone else in the room, and Dark knows him. If there's anyone who can placate him, it's Anti. And powerful as Dark may be, Anti doesn't fear him. Dark would never hurt him, and even if he did, Anti knows he isn't exactly weak either. Though he wouldn't fight back, he could take it.

But Dark doesn't attack him, just like Anti knew he wouldn't. His face softens ever so slightly when his eyes lock onto Anti's. His aura calms and settles around him again, and the white noise quiets until it's nothing but a few sharp pops telling of Dark's still restless power.

Dark closes his eyes and sighs. He's still wound up and stiff, but his anger calms as quick as it had come. "I'm sorry," he says quietly, only to Anti now.

Anti's hold on his arm loosens until he's just keeping his hand there to offer comfort, fingers slowly starting to move to rub soothing patterns against the fabric of Dark's jacket. "It's okay," Anti murmurs. He can hear the quiet hustle of the other egos behind himself and knows that more of them have probably left by now. "I know you're trying your best."

Without a word, Dark lowers his head. He feels bad for snapping like that, no matter Anti's attitude towards his actions. He's learning to deal with his anger and do better and not hurt anyone in the process, but he's not quite there yet. He hopes the other egos know he didn't mean to scare them, because he doesn't know how to say it.

With a small, gentle smile, Anti leans forward and presses his lips onto Dark's forehead until he can feel the skin smooth out again, Dark's frown slowly melting away. His hand slips from holding Dark's arm down to his hand and he gently tangles their fingers together. His smile grows when Dark sighs and straightens his back again.

2. Orange – Creativity

The Host's fingers glide gently over the keys of the Braille typewriter his friends had got for him as a gift, just in case he ever felt like writing again. He smiles wistfully. Maybe it's time he used something like this again.

"What do you think, Google?" he sighs. "Should the Host give his old profession another try?"

Google looks up from his work, his eyes dulling from a glowing, unnatural blue to a darker shade. He's working on the floating screen before him, lines of code slipping by so fast that only he can understand them. But now that he averts his eyes the screen freezes and a flashing cursor appears in the spot he'd last looked at.

He's sitting at the same table as the Host, the two of them keeping each other company silently. Well, really he's keeping the Host company, as Google doesn't technically crave human presence, but he doesn't mind much. He definitely finds the Host to be one of the less irritating egos.

"That's for you to decide," Google shrugs, turning back to his work.

The Host sighs, ignoring the coldness of the response. Google is a machine through and through after all, refusing any sort of unnecessary humanity, and the Host is used to that. Frankly, he just needs someone to listen to him, or at least let him talk to himself in peace.

"Sometimes the Host misses writing," he withdraws his hands from the typewriter and places them on the table. "He wants to write good, happy stories now. There aren't nearly enough of those," he's unaware that Google stops his work again and turns his full attention to him, eyes squinting with a hint of curiosity. "The Host wants to write his friends stories to make them happy."

"I'd say go for it then," Google shrugs again, and the Host stiffens a little as if he hadn’t been expecting Google to say anything at all. "While I don't really get creativity or sentimentalism or anything of the sort, I do think that you should give it a try if you think it would make you happy."

The Host smiles quietly. Those were some very, very un-Google-like things to say, and maybe that's exactly why they make him feel happy. "Thank you, my friend."

Google watches with the faintest smile on his lips as the Host straightens his back and sits up more, hands reaching for the typewriter again.

3. Yellow – Joy

"Gimme tha-...no, the other one!" Chase waves his hand towards Sammy, who's sitting with the box of chalks on her lap and sorting through them. He gets back to work as soon as he gets the blue he'd been asking for, and the box gets knocked over as Sammy stands and runs back to her own drawing on the pavement with a green in her hand.

Sammy is taking her task of decorating the hopscotch her and Bing (and previously Grayson, until he decided to move on to drawing flowers growing from the edge of the pavement instead) are working on very seriously. It's crooked and colourful and some of the numbers are upside down, so it’s exactly like any proper, well-done hopscotch should look like. Meanwhile Chase is aiding Grayson in drawing flowers and those typical kinds of birds that you can just tell were drawn by a parent not skilled in drawing on the pavement. Grayson appreciates the help anyway.

Sammy scrambles up, covered in colourful dust from the chalks from head to toe, and enthusiastically tests out what they have of the hopscotch so far. She jumps around with all the delightful energy of a six-year-old and reads the numbers out under her breath. Chase stops drawing and watches her hop by with a soft smile.

Suddenly Sammy comes to a halt and she drops her previously raised foot next to the other. "Pop?"

From the other end of the hopscotch, Bing looks up with the brightest smile imaginable. At some point Sammy had decided that Bing must be her dad too, and both her and Grayson had just started calling him "Pop" from then on. The first time they had declared Bing their dad, he cried. He also cried a lot more times after that. He's still over the moon every time.

"Yeah?"

Sammy stares thoughtfully at the tiles right at her feet. "I think we left out twelve."

Chase snorts, then tries to hide his laughter by holding his arm in front of his face. In response, Bing throws a uselessly small piece of chalk at him.

4. Green – Peace

"Y'know," Anti hums with a smile as he jumps from rock to rock. There's a path right next to him where Angus is walking, but Anti prefers the adventure of going slightly off it and jumping around, looking down at the creek they're following every other step. "I love nature, though I wouldn't really feel appropriate screaming about it, if you know what I mean?"

Angus laughs. He has a quiet, soft laugh even when he's really enjoying himself. "Oh, good times. Good memories."

Anti nods and keeps jumping along with a wide grin.

They stop in a spot where the creek takes a sharper turn and the rocks near the edge aren't everywhere. Angus crouches down next to the water and Anti makes himself comfortable on a bigger, stable rock. They splash their arms and face with the cool water, and Anti decides that if they're stopping for a break, he might as well eat one of his remaining granola bars.

"Thanks for bringing me out here," he smiles between two bites when Angus settles on the rock next to his. "I'm having a ton of fun."

"Glad you are, mate," Angus grins, throwing his head back lazily to stare up at the canopy above the two of them. He feels at home.

"We should do this again the next time you come visit," Anti says, eyes flickering to his friend before looking back to the creek. He doesn't usually have anyone to go hiking with, and he rarely has the heart to just go alone. Chase, Seán and Signe are usually too busy, Dark doesn't like hiking and Wilford is a safety hazard even in a padded room. But Angus, who is kind of like everyone's cousin, is exactly the nature-loving and knowledgable person to go hiking with. He doesn't visit often, but from now on Anti knows he will try to go hiking with him every time he does.

"I wouldn't be opposed to that," he watches as Anti's ears, for once not hidden by magic or a cap even though they're in the human world, perk up at that. "There's lotta cool places in the world to see, y'know."

Anti nods quietly, just watching the forest around them, the auburn leaves on the ground and the lively green undergrowth and countless saplings growing over them, the mossy rocks covering the slope slightly to the right and the spots of sunlight that dance on the water. It's a very nice, peaceful place.

"Where are we now, by the way?" he asks, looking at Angus fully. Angus had just dropped the two of them here without telling Anti where they were going or even just giving him coordinates. Maybe he wanted it to be a surprise, not like Anti has any idea on what the forests of different regions look like exactly anyway.

"Somewhere in the Northern part of the Carpathian Basin," Angus shrugs. "The forests are nice and peaceful here, perfect for a nice day out. No wildlife's gonna come attacking you here."

"Yeah, I was...hoping you wouldn't bring me somewhere we could die," Anti laughs, still quiet because the forest seems to have the same hushing effect on him that libraries do.

"You can die anywhere if you just try hard enough."

"Wow, thanks, Mr Ray of Sunshine," Anti mocks and gently shoves the other by the shoulder.

"You're welcome, mate," Angus shoots back right away. "Maybe next time though. No promises," he claps Anti on the shoulder, then hops off his rock and stands, shrugging a bit to adjust his backpack. He waves a hand signalling Anti to follow. "Come on, let's move."

5. Blue – Trust

"Are you certain that this is a good idea?" Dark asks, one eyebrow raised as he stares at the people gathered around him, almost as if silently asking if they'd all lost their minds.

"Is the big scary Darkiplier scared of ghosts?" Kathryn grins and Ethan has to cover his mouth with both hands to keep himself from laughing out loud.

Dark immediately turns to Kathryn. Were she just some random human person he would be angry, but these people (and maybe especially Kathryn) he considers a pleasant company, maybe even friends. And so he didn't rudely tell them to leave him be when they (read: Kathryn, Amy, Pam and Ethan) had come to him after nightfall and asked him if he wanted to go on some late night adventure with them. In a way he actually felt honoured that they had chosen him to be part of their delightful antics.

"I can guarantee you that whatever is out there, I'm scarier. But you humans are much more fragile and easily startled, I would worry for your safety."

"Well, that is very sweet of you mister big man," Pam responds quicker than Dark would have expected. "But we're not going to hunt serial killers or anything. We'll be fine. We're just going to the wine cellar!"

"Correction, Pam wants us to go to the wine cellar, because she thinks it's a good idea-" Amy adds, but she gets cut off by Ethan as he leans towards Pam with comically wide eyes.

"Which it clearly isn't!"

Pam laughs. "Ethan, it's just a wine-"

"It's spooky!"

Pam's comment of "fine, a spooky wine cellar" gets drowned out by Kathryn's and Amy's laughter. Dark watches them go back and forth quietly, just shy of smiling at them. He must admit, they are quite a delight to be around.

"Very well," he finally speaks up, and every head immediately turns to look at him. He feels a bit like he's dealing with children, but he's not sure whether it's because of their behaviour or because he's by far taller than any of them. "I will go to the wine cellar with you."

His words are greeted by cheering.

The wine cellar is pitch black and probably indeed very spooky, though Dark can't exactly tell. His aura ripples restlessly around him for a moment, but when it senses nothing threatening, it settles again. The thought crosses his mind that when Anti had told him to “be nice to everybody, and maybe a little sociable for once” maybe he didn't mean this. But he'll be damned if he's not actually kind of enjoying escorting some of his human friends to an apparently very scary wine cellar.

He stands in the middle of the room and watches the faint silhouettes of the rest of the group move about. He can't see jack shit, but it doesn't exactly bother him.

Pam makes her way down quickly and goes all the way to the bottles in the back, seemingly unfazed by the darkness. The others aren't so enthusiastic. Kathryn remains watching from the stairs, enjoying whatever is about to play out without subjecting herself to it, and Amy's occasional small squeals of fear are drowned out by Ethan's steady string of "nope nope nope" from behind his camera.

Amy creeps forward and walks right into Dark, jumping back.

"It's just me," Dark reassures her quietly.

"Oh Jesus," Amy sighs, but there's laughter in her voice. She reaches forward and grabs Dark's arm, and Dark lets her. "Okay, now it's a little less scary."

"If it makes any of you feel any better, there's nothing here aside from us," Dark says slowly, directing his words at the whole group. He watches as Ethan, reassured enough by his comment, shuffles his way down the final stairstep and into the room, only to swear loudly when Pam whispers his name creepily from the other end. Dark doesn't particularly find that fair, but he doesn't feel like interfering. He's having fun.

"You know what? Fuck this," Ethan declares, climbing back up the stairs. Pam quickly shuffles after him calling him a coward, and Dark can hear Kathryn's laugh come from all the way up the stairs. Amy squeezes his arm and whispers a "thanks" before running after them, telling them not to have any fun without her.

Dark remains standing there for a little longer, smiling softly when no one can see it anyway. These people are definitely growing on him.

6. Purple – Magic

Marvin and Jackie are sitting on the ground in their living room. It's a sweet, quiet evening. There's candles placed on a plate on the coffee table, each lit with a different colour of magical flame, and a safe distance from them there's a slowly growing menagerie of paper animals created by Marvin's skilled hand. He's folding them from copy paper just going by his memory, so some of them are a little lopsided and can't exactly stand on their own, but he's having fun with them. And Jackie has got his hands on one of Marvin's sketchbooks and is now doodling along the edges of a page – little hearts and flowers and butterflies, and tiny people running around and holding hands and dancing and being happy. He smiles as he draws one of the best, happiest ones a small cat mask.

There's a few wisps of light floating around the room above their heads, a small by-product of Marvin's magic and a much healthier way of letting go of his random bits of excess magic than letting it build up. They fly around the room lazy and harmless, and they look like fireflies right out of an animated movie. They sometimes like to settle on Jackie's hair for some reason, and Marvin always laughs fondly when he sees it happen.

For a moment Jackie stops his doodling and watches as Marvin hopelessly tries to make his newest creation (a puppy, Jackie guesses) remain standing on the table. Jackie reaches out and takes it instead after it falls over again, and places it on his knee before he goes back to doodling.

Marvin chuckles at him. "What are you-..."

"It's my friend now."

"Okay, wait," Marvin's smile widens as he takes the lopsided paper puppy back. "Close your eyes and give me your hand."

"No, what are you doing to my friend?" Jackie refuses, but Marvin just smiles at him fondly.

"Kincsem," he hums sweetly, and Jackie has no idea what the word means, but he does know that it's either a term of endearment, or Marvin calling him an idiot, or both. He sighs in defeat, closes his eyes and extends both his hands towards Marvin.

When he opens his eyes again, he's lost for words. Marvin has given him back the origami dog and now it's alive, limping around his hands and sniffing at the cuff of his shirt. Jackie looks up at Marvin with a wide grin and he sees Marvin already watching him, waiting for his reaction.

"It's weak magic, it'll wear off in a few minutes," Marvin warns, but Jackie doesn't care. He raises his hands so that the dog is eye level with him and stares at it with wonder.

"This is awesome," Jackie laughs, and his smile only widens when the paper dog takes interest in his glasses. "Hey there, pal."

Marvin just laughs fondly and watches Jackie for a little longer as the wisps floating around the room start settling in his hair again, and then he goes back to creating his little paper animals.

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The Emoji Movie review

[NOTE: THE FOLLOWING IS AN OVEREXAGGERATION. PLEASE DO NOT WORRY OR TAKE HOW I SAY THINGS 100% SERIOUSLY. THIS MOVIE HAS NOT ACTUALLY MADE ME SUICIDAL.]

This is it. The Emoji Movie. A film I and the rest of the world have been dreading. Today I have finally seen this film, and… it has drained me of all will to live. This is it; I can’t live in this world any longer after having seen this movie. This has to be my last review, because I can no longer live in a world where this movie exists.

Is it because it’s so abysmally bad as all the reviews said? Is it truly the worst animated film ever made, an utterly soulless cash grab of a movie? What could drive me to my death like this?

The fact that… I just… even after seeing it, I just can’t muster up the absolutely vitriolic hatred everyone else seems to have for it. It’s not even bad. It’s not even good. It’s just… meh. This movie is meh. And after getting so hyped up to see the worst animated film ever, this is… disappointing. Heart-breakingly, soul-crushingly disappointing.

So, what is the story here? Well, Ralph is a villain who feels out of pl- uh, sorry, Emmet is a LEGO man who wants to conform but ju- oh, um, pardon. Joy is an emotion who… okay, you get the idea. This film is nothing but a bald-faced, shameless ripoff of the plots of a dozen better films. The “Be yourself” message, the hero who wants to conform but learns to love being expressive, the journey to find oneself… it has been done to death, and done a billion times better. This movie is just every animated cliché ever. Fuck, the whole trailer revealed the entire plot and story arc in two minutes.

God… the worst thing, aside from the plot, is the main characters… But they aren’t even bad enough. They’re all so unbearably generic and trite. Gene is your average hero questioning his identity. He’s Ralph, he’s Emmet, he’s basically every goddamn animated protagonist for years and years, only with most of his personality excised and replaced with all the beats but none of the character. For an emoji with so many expressions beyond the one he’s supposed to have, he’s not very expressive. And even with all that, he’s just so inoffensively bland it’s hard to hate him. Hi-5 is an obnoxious comedy sidekick who contributes very little to the story and serves as a hindrance more often than not. But… he’s still got a few good jokes in him, and while he’s absolutely obnoxious and selfish, he’s still not as awful as he could be. Jailbreak is a ripoff of all the blue-haired action girls you can imagine, shamelessly cribbing Sombra, Chloe Price, Wyldstyle, and more, just subtracting anything that makes those characters interesting… and even then, she’s still not totally void of good moments. These three characters are who we spend time with so much, and they aren’t more than depressingly bland, generic archetypes. It hurts. Why couldn’t they just be absolutely, unlikably awful? Like, they all suck, but they just don’t suck enough!

And goddamn, is this plot filled with horrible, awful stupidity! We have Jailbreak spouting off terrible, hamfisted feminist messages by stating men take credit for things women say all the time, we have the human characters acting like words are uncool and emojis are the only worthwhile form of communication, we have the conceit that phones have firewalls and that internet trolls can just simply be deleted forever with the click of a button… oh, if only. There’s just so much that is unbelievably stupid and pathetic and poorly done, the whole story feels like nothing but a first draft that somehow got greenlit with no corrections done. And that’s not getting in to all of the blatant product placement, such as the cringeworthy portrayal of Dropbox as some sort of heavenly safehaven, Twitter ending up being a savior, outdated meme videos playing on YouTube, and the extended Candy Crush scene.

But I wouldn’t feel like dying if there wasn’t those few things of value, those things that keep me from letting loose pure unbridled hatred as so many others have, and saving myself. For instance, the animation… God, this film is an absolute treat for the eyes. The backgrounds, the visuals, the human characters, there is just so much visual stimulation in this film. It’s plain fun to look at, and it’s such a shame that so much talent and effort was used to make… this. It honestly hurts worse knowing that this gorgeous film is a subpar animated comedy.

Oh, but even more depressing is that the film has some genuinely good characters. The villain, Smiler, is so absolutely blatantly villainous due to how passive-agressively nice she constantly has to be she ends up being far more likable and entertaining than the so-called heroes. It helps too that she lives in what can only be described as a cosmic horror story, a Baby’s First Lovecraft if you will: she lives in a universe controlled by a fickle teenage boy whose first reaction to even the slightest malfunction is DELETE EVERYTHING. She has every right to be as concerned to the point of madness, as even the slightest fuckup would result in the utter annihilation of her entire universe; it’s to the point where she, despite the fact that in any other movie she would have crossed a million lines, comes across as one of the most reasonable characters in the film.

Then we have Poop, the character voiced by Patrick Stewart, and a shining example of how this film wastes brilliance. Poop has maybe ten lines in the movie and a few visual jokes, but everything he says tends to be rather funny, and he even manages to squeeze in a Star Trek joke. Why didn’t he get to go on the journey instead of Hi-5? If we’re going to listen to a bunch of jokes, even shit jokes, for 80 or so minutes, at least it’s Patrick Stewart telling them.

Next are Gene’s parents, Mary and Mel. These two are, without a doubt, the funniest characters in the entire movie, due to being in a constant state of “meh.” They react to even the most intense and stressful situations with just the most hilarious indifference, and even more baffling, they get a truly beautiful and emotional scene late in the film (!!!). Yes, you read that right: there is actually a beautiful and emotional scene in this movie. This only further compounds my sadness; why was the movie not about these two? They’re the best characters! Why is the spotlight on their boring son, instead of on these two hilariously indifferent emojis who can actually pull off a genuinely tender moment?

Finally, we have Akiko Glitter, a joyous, bouncy dancer who appears in the Just Dance app. She’s sweet, she’s fun, she’s cute, she plays Wham! She’s such a kind and bouncy character! …And at the end of her only scene she is coldly and brutally murdered by Smiler’s robots as her game is being deleted from the phone. Her death is bizarrely shocking and depressing for this film, and even worse… we see what happens to her after being deleted. She is trapped in the garbage, continuously dancing in agony as it is all she knows how to do, her eyes dead as she goes through the motions of a job that no longer exists. And despite her kindness to Gene and friends, Gene opts to leave her to die in the trash, not even bothering to save her when he comes to save Hi-5. And yes: she dies down there. This wonderful, fun-loving lady is left to die in a hellhole filled with garbage, trolls, and spam. Fucking Christ. If I was not depressed before, I am now.

So to sum things up, this movie has four redeeming features: evil brought on by existential dread, shit, unadulterated indifference, and the horrific death of beauty and joy. That sounds eerily like every review has painted this film, and yet… and yet… It really isn’t close to being that bad. Chicken Little was way worse. Doogal was way worse. There are so many movies that are absolutely, horrendously, abysmally awful, so many films unfathomably worse than this movie, that the hatred feels overblown to the point of being hollow. And I wanted so badly to hate this movie! I wanted to join in with the crowds, and cast this down as the worst animated film ever! But, I just can’t in good conscience do that, because it truly isn’t. The hatred for this movie is just a knee-jerk reaction to the soulless cash grab feel it has. And it is that, but it’s just not bad enough even with that glaringly obvious fact permeating it. I can’t even tell you if it’s so bad it’s good… it just kind of… exists. It has highs, it has lows, and I just can’t really sum up how I feel about it accurately…

Well… I guess I can… This movie is “meh.” I cannot bring myself to feel strongly about it one way or the other. And that’s why I can’t bear to live anymore; this movie let me down in the worst possible way. It just wasn’t bad enough to warrant my vitriol, or good enough to warrant my praise. This movie promised to give me at least one extreme, and I silently prayed for the other against all odds… and it delivered nothing. It delivered a depressingly middling experience.

So farewell. This is it. The big finish. There’s only one way I can truly end my life after seeing this, and that is by calling upon the one true awful emoji film…

I did it for the lulz.

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Assignment代写：Nietzsche's philosophy

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Nietzsche philosophy initiated a new era in the history of western philosophy, which drew people's attention from remote reason back to the perceptual world closer to people, and observed the nature and human society from a new perspective. His will to power and "god is dead" have touched people the most. Our country is in the critical period of realizing socialist modernization, it is necessary to absorb nutrition from Nietzsche philosophy to inspire people to advance.

Before Nietzsche, there was a deeply rooted tradition in European philosophy that sensibility was unreliable and only reason was reliable. This tradition dates back to ancient Greece. In ancient Greece, people believed that only knowledge which was free from the bondage of emotion was free, but they could never explain why reason had initiative and creativity, because reason always had form and its content was absorbed from the outside. Rational creativity has inherent limitations.

Nevertheless, people still defy sensibility and elevate the role of reason. In the development of philosophy, we blindly pursue reason, but seriously ignore the role of emotion. Through Kant to Hegel, reason was raised to the extreme. However, since Schopenhauer, people have gradually turned their eyes to the feeling that has been neglected. Sensibility began to get its due place in philosophy. Schopenhauer initiated the cultural philosophy based on human irrationality. It is against this background that Nietzsche's philosophy comes into being. In Nietzsche's lifetime, his point of view was not understood, and his own fate was ill-fated. Nietzsche himself had long been in the grip of illness and misfortune followed. When Nietzsche was 5 years old, his closest father died of encephalomalacia, which was the first serious blow to Nietzsche in his life. Nietzsche's love life, to the Netherlands in Geneva at the age of 32 female musicians mathilde trump admire Hector refused to marry him, At the age of 38 in Rome to the Russian writer road jean-paul salome proposal was rejected. Nietzsche lived a wandering life of loneliness and pain, plagued by intense 72-hour migraines and severe eye diseases. In the last years of his life, he struggled to survive in severe mental disorder. However, the frustration of love and illness did not break him, but inspired his will to life. Nietzsche says that he seems to have rediscovered life, including his freedom.

Nietzsche's philosophy is not understood or even ridiculed, but he is not discouraged. At the end of April 1884 Nietzsche wrote: "I think that one day many professors will give many lectures for my zarathustra. And it will be quite a while before my zarathustra is taken seriously. If in the remaining years of my life I could meet five or six people with my ideals. How surprised I shall be! Subsequent developments proved it all. The question is no longer whether Nietzsche can be accepted, but how to understand and apply Nietzsche's philosophy correctly.

Christian culture promotes the supremacy of reason, and god is sovereign and above all forces. In Socratic cultural philosophy, man's natural vitality is inhibited. Man has become a slave to god, a creature of reason, a machine devoid of life, of character, of creativity.

In what way should man live? How can people show their subjective value? This series of problems caused a dispute in the ideological world at that time. From the spirit of Dionysus Nietzsche finds a "sense of life and power" which is hidden in the inner life of human beings. Then, with great passion, he proclaimed to the world, "god is dead!" It was a bombshell, a shock to the quiescent western intellectual community and an uproar. God is dead. What about humans? Since god is dead, mankind should usher in a new era. Nietzsche's philosophy attaches great importance to human values and human liberation, holding that only human life itself is the standard to judge all values, and that only human beings must surpass themselves, have a goal higher than their own, and make their life essence high, can truly reflect human values. God is dead, and in this world without god, man will reappraise everything and restore man's will to life, which is Nietzsche's strong will. And the medieval Christian theology and modern rationalism movement made this Greek tragedy spirit disappeared.

"God is dead" does not mean that there is a god, but that god does not exist. "God is dead" is just a witness that god does not exist and will appear sooner or later. But "god is dead" is not that there was no god, but that he was alive and dead. God is an imaginary god.

In addition, Nietzsche's so-called "death of god" refers not only to the death of god in Christianity, but also to the death of god in the whole metaphysics. Nietzsche once referred to both Socratic philosophy and jesuit theology as "metaphysics". Their common feature is to make up a metaphysical world opposite to "this world" and build all its thoughts on this fiction. As the symbol of "the other world", "god" is the metaphysical fiction of philosophy and theology.

The death of the metaphysical "god" forces Nietzsche to the post-metaphysical thinking, which is to rethink everything in a situation where there is no god. So the death of god is the first signpost we need to get into Nietzsche's thinking.

What is the only reality we face when the fictional "god" dies? "Life"! Rethinking everything and valuing everything from "life" is the basic direction of Nietzsche's thought. So, what is life? How do you remove god's shadow and rethink life itself? What do you think about from life itself? These questions will be the concrete signpost for thinking about Nietzsche's thought.

The real existence in the ultimate sense is the immortal being. However, the immortal constant is finally dead, and we are thrown to the only existence: the existence of a life with death.

Nietzsche says, "the soul," "the spirit," and finally, "the immortal soul," all invented to defy the body. The fundamental question is: start with the body and take the body as the clue. A belief in the body is better than a belief in the mind. For the body is the only dwelling place of life.

In short, his philosophy brought the campaign against religious theocracy to a climax. Nietzsche's philosophy is positive and uplifting. He believes that difficult and painful diseases can serve as a powerful stimulus to life as a test and challenge to exuberant vitality. A smooth life, on the other hand, can weaken a person's vitality. It is hard to believe that he is strong enough to turn anything dangerous, difficult and terrible into something good for him, including disease. This is his strong vitality, and his strong will. Nietzsche's strong will is in the final analysis a living vitality and creativity that man dares to confront with suffering and disaster. He believed that as long as the strength of life is carried forward in the conquest of pain, the greatest fruits and greatest joys of life will be attained in the end. At the same time, people can experience the vitality of life and the great power of struggle in the struggle with pain. Nietzsche emphasizes again and again the uncertainty and plasticity of human nature. Human beings can change themselves, shape themselves and create their own nature. Emphasizing self-creation is Nietzsche's aesthetic attitude towards life. It is precisely because of the indefinite nature of human beings that it is possible to create a healthier and stronger personality through self-creation.

Nietzsche was proud to say that there was nothing morbid about him, that he was never morbid, even when he was seriously ill. It is true that his body is ill, but his will is healthy. Nietzsche fearlessly opposed the absolute superiority of the system of traditional philosophical metaphysics and epistemology; Opposing the vast system of speculation centered on reason established by philosophy with pure reason to observe the universe and logical reasoning procedures over thousands of years; He loved life, advocated unbridled vitality and strenuous willpower, affirmed the value of the world, and saw the world as the only real world. He breathed new life into classical European philosophy. In this sense, Nietzsche initiated a new era in the history of human thought. After Nietzsche, the traditional philosophical system disintegrated, and philosophy changed from non-existence to existence and returned to this shore from the other side.

Nietzsche's philosophy has a great influence on China. As early as the early 20th century Nietzsche's philosophy has greatly influenced the Chinese thought circle. His will to power encouraged people to create, to be strong, not weak. Nietzsche's theory attaches great importance to human value and liberation, focuses on the purpose of life, and focuses on the continuous creation of life itself. The ideal "superman" in Nietzsche's theory can urge people to make continuous progress, create continuously and realize their own value. Lu xun believed that the reason for the stagnation of Chinese culture is the lack of a strong personality and aggressive power. The Chinese people have long been influenced by the doctrine of the mean in Confucianism. They only want to do things without mistakes, never make mistakes, and never fail to do things in a stable range. They tend to be conservative and opposed to progressive. Such a thinking pattern is not conducive to innovation, progress and adaptation to the current international competitive situation. Therefore, it is impossible to achieve socialist modernization with this kind of thought. Nietzsche's enterprising spirit can provide us with this kind of nutrition.

His other important proposition, "god is dead," demands a reappraisal of all values, with a strong anti-traditional spirit. This point has something in common with our traditional thoughts. Because the Chinese people have never paid attention to the other side of the world, only care about this side of the world, so there is no god in the heart, which is tantamount to "god is dead"; But they look for a living god -- a saint -- in real life. To some extent, the actual saint is more terrible than god. Because god only exists in people's ideas, he will not have any imperfection, but the reality of "god" is not perfect. It is a question of wanting people to worship and learn from those who are not perfect. It is unwise for his mistakes to be copied and learned. For this reason, Chinese people need to break the worship and blind following of authority. Jump out of the shadows of authority so that you have room to create your own. Nietzsche philosophy gives us a dose of sobriety to reflect on our thinking traditions.

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Every Opening in JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, Ranked!

A new year is upon us, and with it comes an all new season of anime. The transition from one season to another is an exciting time for every seasonal anime viewer. As we say goodbye to our favorite shows either ending or going on break, our thoughts turn toward the continuing shows and the promise of all new openings for them. While we know we’ll miss the openings we’ve come to love for 90 seconds every week so far, we always hope the next one will be even better than the last.

As for myself, I can’t tell you how excited I am for the upcoming season’s worth of JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure: Golden Wind we have in store for us. What we’ve seen so far is nothing short of some of the best action that 2018’s anime had to offer, and all of it was preceded by “Fighting Gold,” its stellar opening. If recent entries in the JoJo’s anime are enough to go by, we can expect Golden Wind to receive another spectacular opening any time now. Not only that, I know for a fact that it will be spectacular, because every single JoJo’s opening is. We’ve seen eight openings now over the course of the show and there isn’t a bad one in the bunch. All of them deserve a spot in my personal list of all time favorites, but in what order? I know which one is my all time favorite, but I’ve never sat down to compare them all to one another. So, without further ado, here’s every opening in JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure ranked from best to bestest.

8.) "JoJo Sono Chi no Kioku ~end of THE WORLD~" by TOMMY, Coda, and Jin Hashimoto

I know I’ve already said it, but given that I’m starting from the bottom it needs to be reiterated. Every single opening in JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure is incredible. Some just happen to be more incredible than others. A common thread I found among openings in the bottom half of this list is that either the visuals couldn’t quite match the quality of the music or vice versa. Usually there just isn’t enough there to compete with the best openings on this list. This one is different. This one just has way too much.

Visually there’s a lot to love about it. The opening is done in the extremely attractive 3DCG style that dominates all of the show’s openings through the first three seasons. Of particular interest to me is just how much foreshadowing takes place in this opening. The first shot is of the inner workings of a giant clock, alluding to the yet unknown Stand powers DIO possesses. Clockwork imagery continues throughout the opening amidst recreations of famous moments from this particular arc. Many of these moments are innocuous enough to one watching for the first time, but the seasoned JoJo’s fan will recognize them as moments taken right before a major character death (or supposed death). There’s even an incredible alternate version of this opening run later in the season where DIO uses his newly revealed time stop powers to literally pause and manipulate his place in the opening.

Its dedication to fanservice is ultimately the reason this opening places at the bottom of this list, though. The opening’s accompanying single is performed by TOMMY, Coda, and Jin Hashimoto, all of whom individually performed the show’s three prior openings. They’re all incredibly talented vocalists in their own rights, but they don’t quite gel together as well as anyone had hoped. As much as there is to love about this opening, it unfortunately ends up being less than the sum of its parts. Which, to be fair, is still better than most openings can aspire to.

7.) "chase" by batta

You know, there was once a time where I didn’t like this opening. Going back and watching it again while constructing this list taught me a few things. One, past me was a complete and utter fool for not liking this opening. Two, JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure is a really silly series.

Okay, so maybe I knew that one already, but I still had to realize it all over again when figuring out why “chase” shouldn’t place higher in these rankings. After all, everything about it is superb. The carefree daily life of Josuke and his friends is cleverly undercut by the washed out palette and unsettling framing of each character’s actions. A crowd of feeding pigeons is disturbed by a single fingernail, taking to the skies in a Hitchcockian swarm. Josuke, Koichi, and Okuyasu chat about their day as the camera glares down at them from above, watching them. Blood drips from suitcases packed in tight corners and a clawed hand emerges to crush the protagonist’s signature anchor pin. A serial killer is lurking in Morioh, and no one is yet the wiser. The accompanying song is frantic and pained, almost as batta’s Tatsu Hoshino himself is desperately trying to warn the characters that Kira is coming for them.

It’s simply spectacular all around, which is why it pains me to say that it’s just too dark. It just doesn’t fit the tone of Diamond is Unbreakable at all. If I was judging it entirely on its own, it’s a top three opening for sure. I simply can’t do that, though. A show’s opening sets the tone for what’s to come, and the tone that “chase” sets is not at all the one that Diamond is Unbreakable provides. Yes, JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure can be dark and disturbing, but it’s also very lighthearted and fun. As we’ll see soon, the best of the best JoJo’s openings convey both.

6.) "Fighting Gold" by Coda

“Fighting Gold” may not be one of the most visually inventive openings on this list, but I’d be remiss to rank it any lower than it already is. While it is easily the most conservative on this list in that department, what it has to offer is still quite good. Its opening shot depicting Michaelangelo’s statue of David in one of Giorno’s poses from the original manga and covered in chains sets the stage for a tightly composed opening. These chains binding David are a common motif throughout the opening, symbolizing the chains that bind the members of Passione to their respective fates. That is, until they’re shown calling out their Stands, at which point Gold Experience turns the chains into vines and we see one of the best Stand summoning montages of any JoJo’s opening.

The real standout part of this opening, however, is the music. “Fighting Gold” is Coda’s third appearance in a JoJo’s opening and a surprising one at that. In the songs climax his sultry crooning turns into a loud and throaty cry as the members of Passione break free of their chains. At the same time the music’s accompanying strings swell and you begin to forget you’re listening to a rock anthem. That is, until the very end when one final strum rings out on the electric guitar and Coda sings out the song’s titular line in his most gravelly voice yet. That one moment alone fills me with emotion and makes me pumped to watch a new episode of Golden Wind every single week.

5.) "Crazy Noisy Bizarre Town" by THE DU

If there’s any single testament to the sheer quality of all of JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure’s openings, it’s that “Crazy Noisy Bizarre Town” is only ranked fifth on this list. Seriously, this song is pure unbridled FUNK. It was the first JoJo’s opening to not be done in the distinctive 3DCG style seen before, which disappointed me for about the first five seconds watching it. It’s impossible to feel anything other than joy and happiness while watching this opening. This song is easily the JoJo’s single I go back to listen to the most. Not even the show’s own cast of characters can resist dancing to it at one point! It’s bright and colorful and couldn’t fit the opening arc of Diamond is Unbreakable any better. I love it so much. God, JoJo’s has great openings.

4.) "JoJo ~Sono Chi no Sadame~" by TOMMY

I gotta admit, it had been a long time since I’d last seen this one. For awhile all of the early 3DCG openings ran together in my head as all being very similar stylistically. In analyzing them deeper for this article, though, I began noticing some stark differences. This one, the one that started it all, is actually among the most unique. This opening is a love letter to JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure as a whole.

The first images shown in the opening are animated manga panels of the first six protagonists of JoJo’s (you’ll have to wait a few years to understand why the seventh and eighth ones are excluded) counting down until finally we get to Jonathan, the first, who transitions from his panel seamlessly into the 3DCG style. The rest of the opening recreates panel after panel from the very first arc, acting as a near-complete retelling of Phantom Blood in the space of a minute. SFX blast onto the screen, panel borders move in and out of frame, and colors wash away into monochrome as Phantom Blood finally transitions from the page to the screen in front of our very eyes.

The whole opening feels is a 90-second love letter to Phantom Blood and the legacy it’s left behind. While it may not be the first time it was ever translated to the silver screen (it received a movie adaptation in 2007 that ran in few theaters and was never brought to video), this animated iteration of JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure was many longtime fans’ first time seeing one of their favorite series done so well. For most international fans (such as myself), it was our first time experiencing the series at all. If this opening can get me feeling nostalgic and emotional for this series, I can only imagine what it’s like for someone who’s been a part of the now three-decade ride.

3.) "STAND PROUD" by Jin Hashimoto

“Ohhhhh, ‘STAND Proud.’ I get it now.”

--My dumb ass like three days ago.

Hard rock and Stardust Crusaders go together like a hat and Jotaro’s hair; you can't have one without the other. Classic rock and metal are, as we all know, referenced heavily in JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure, so it was only a matter of time until they tapped into those influences for an opening song. And boy do they ever knock it out of the park with this one. “STAND PROUD” shreds, rips, and rocks in every way you could conceivably like it to. It’s a hard anthem that goes perfectly with the arc that gifts us Jotaro Kujo, JoJo's Bizarre Adventure's hardest dude.

If all it had was a killer sound, though, it wouldn’t be near this high on the list. Suffice to say, this opening’s visual direction and animation have the chops to back up everything the accompanying single lays down. This opening is chocked full of references to past arcs. Both Jonathan and young Joseph are shown multiple times, including one sequence harkening back to moments when each one either passed on their resolve or inherited the resolve of another, ending with Jotaro inheriting both. Eagle-eyed fans will also recognize a sequence in the opening where Jotaro confronts DIO face to face that coincidentally mirrors a scene of Jonathan confronting Dio in the very first opening.

There are so many great moments in this opening I could keep pointing out. I love the scene full of action shots of everyone using their Stands amongst a backdrop full of the series’ signature SFX. I love the intimate shots of quiet time where they wander through the desert or lounge together underneath the stars. I love the beautiful art depicting Holly being overtaken by her own Stand, and the shot of it all rushing into Jotaro as he summons Star Platinum. I also love the final sequence where we get a dynamic camera shot rotating around Jotaro as Star Platinum attacks the reflected visage of DIO. The 3DCG these openings became known for has never looked better than it does in that one shot. “STAND PROUD” is incredible.

2.) "BLOODY STREAM" by Coda

Ask any random JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure fan what their favorite opening from the show is...I mean it. Go ahead, do it. I’ll wait…

...Oh, you’re back. That sure took a while. Is it because they immediately screamed “BLOODY STREAM” and forced you to watch it with them for an hour? In the time I’ve spent among other JoJo’s fans, this opening is the fan favorite by a wide margin, and for good reason too! It’s fantastic! It’s everything Battle Tendency condensed into one 90-second sequence. Despite the show’s first few openings being known for their heavy use of 3DCG, “BLOODY STREAM” actually foregoes it for much of the opening in favor of 2D silhouettes, line-heavy action, and low-movement recreations of famous panels from the manga. All of it is overflowing with bounciness and color. The entire opening simply oozes style out of every orifice. It’s as cheeky and fun as Joseph Joestar and still manages to pull an emotional gut punch at the end alluding to a major character death late in the arc. And all of this is perfectly backed up by the legendary sultriness that is Coda in the first of his three appearances in an opening for the series. Honestly can’t find a single fault with this opening. It was my number one for a long time, that is, until...

1.) "Great Days" by Karen Aoki and Daisuke Hasegawa

Is there anything more perfect than perfection? There is; it’s called “Great Days.”

I can’t stress enough how much I love this opening. I’m bursting at the seams waiting to tell you about how good it is. It’s 90,000 milliseconds of everything that is good and just in this world delivered directly to your eye holes. Imagine 90,000,000 straight microseconds of pure, unadulterated good vibes being auditorily injected into your mind and you get “Great Days.”

This might very be the most detailed opening in the history of JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure. Blink past the very first frame and you’ll already have missed a wealth of cool artwork that absolutely no one realized they needed. Did you notice that at the beginning the big “JOJO” is spelled out using the figures of the main cast? That the symbol you see between each “BREAKDOWN” represents a different one of Yoshikage Kira’s powers? You may have noticed that the number one in “1999” is Heart Father, but did you also notice that the other numbers were Janken Boy, Highway Go Go, and Misterioso? Everything in this opening just looks so good. The frame by frames of all the characters moving through town are incredible. I wish I had the technical art and animation knowledge to talk more in-depth about the tracking shot through Rohan’s doorway or the sequence focusing on the fracturing of Kosaku Kawajiri’s family. The moment where everyone points to the sky in unison up at their friends who died at the hands of Kira is an emotional gut punch rivaling that of Joseph donning Caesar’s headband, and my god the music! The beat changes up so much throughout this song, and it lands perfectly each and every time. It’s a roller coaster of emotion befitting of what I consider to be the high point of the entire series so far.

I am grabbing you by the collar and shaking you now. How can I possibly expect to explain to you the depths of how great this opening is? What if I tell you that there’s an entirely different version of this opening that reflects the main antagonist’s newly discovered ability to completely undo the past? Not only is the entire opening undone, but an alternate cut of the song plays too! No one asked for them to deliver something so perfect to us, but they did it anyway! It’s incredible!!! I literally have to stop myself now before I ramble on for another thousand words about it. It is without any doubt in the world the single best opening in the entirety of JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure.

If one thing’s obvious by now, it’s that I care a lot about an anime’s opening. There’s something so uniquely integral about them to the anime experience. Pretty much every show around the world has some kind of an opening, but you’d be hard pressed to find ones that place as much emphasis on them as anime does. With so many incredible ones out there, it can be hard to really stand out among the pack. It’s an awesome feat that JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure’s openings consistently stand head and shoulders above the pack in their style and quality. I’d have been remiss to let the opportunity pass me by to not recognize each one’s greatness, and I’m sitting on the edge of my seat waiting for the next one Golden Wind has to offer.

Which JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure opening is your favorite? How would you rank them all? Break down (BREAKDOWN) your thoughts in the comments below!

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