#it was fine the way that it was just a little unpolished

[julesyoufool]

There is no one left in the world that I can hold onto

There is really no one left at all

There is only you

#jaime x brienne #brienne of tarth #jaime lannister #asoiaf #asoiaf art #fanart #my art #lord grant me the wisdom to know when i'm done #also the lyrics are from the cure obviously #i've been working on this on and off for a while and didn't really make much progress #it was fine the way that it was just a little unpolished #i don't know why i keep making things harder for myself lol #i hope it turned out okay #im just glad i get to post something finally

[ozzgin]

Request/Idea-

Male Yandere Lawyer x Female Embroider Reader (a lady who works as a tailor is fine too)

Imagine a man falling head over heels for that newly employed lady who hand embroiders beautiful handkerchiefs in a luxury shop he visits to get his custom suits! And he just trying to coax her into dating him, marrying him, and becoming his stay at home wife (and mother of his children eventually) 🥰🤭

Age difference? I need some DILF Daddy energy more in my life (but don’t make him an actual father…yet)

P.S. I adore your OCs and writing. And your artwork is way too fucking good! You’re art is just *chef’s kiss* infuckingcredible

-👘

Ooh, you know what this reminds me of? I have a yaoi volume from Scarlet Beriko, “Queen and the tailor”, about an interior designer that visits a legendary tailor whose suits will supposedly help you achieve success. The tailor turns out to be a scary looking, blunt man but nonetheless extremely talented. I liked the premise a lot, so it’s definitely interesting to try out a different perspective.

In this case I have the image of a patient, soft-spoken reader and a hurried, short tempered lawyer. Comically different but in a way that eventually works out, you know? Also thank you for the kind words!

Yandere!Lawyer x Embroiderer!Reader Headcanons

Featuring a Reader that is blissfully unaware the lawyer she just stared dating has their entire life together already sorted out.

Content: female reader, age gap, older yandere, obsessive behavior

Your eyes begin to hurt mildly, so you look out the window and blink repeatedly, trying to refresh your poor sight. Such detailed works always strain you terribly, but you love seeing the finished result. Others must, too, given your handkerchiefs are often sold out the very same day. Right before your needle pierces the silk canvas anew, the door opens with a burst and you jolt. An older man in a suit, arguing loudly over the phone. He’s drumming his fingers over the counter, eyes darting around in search for an attendant. You know the type quite well, so you hurry over with the hoop still in your hand. “Might I help you with anything?” You mouth discreetly. He turns to you, stares for a couple of seconds, and promptly ends his call.

Out of all the places, he certainly didn’t expect regretting his rusty, unpolished flirting skills in a luxury tailor shop. Yet here he is now, clumsily mumbling something about his new suit he’s come to pick up and wondering how to connect that with your number. The name’s the easy part, as it’s neatly and conveniently printed out on the little badge pinned to your collar. Everything else, not so much. You excuse yourself and return moments later with his order. Shit. You tilt your head, confused by the delayed response, worrying whether you forgot something. Next time. He’ll figure it out for sure next time he comes here.

If there’s one good thing about his career, it’s that his eyes have been trained to spot every detail. For example the embroidery hoop you gently held while speaking to him, so he knows exactly what his next custom order will be. Truth be told, he didn’t anticipate your popularity and long waiting times, but a calculated raised tone with a sprinkle of intimidation has convinced the employee to assign him to you as earliest priority. Whether he can flirt remains to be seen, but arguing with others? Child’s play.

“Thank you for coming again today.” You bow slightly and extend the gift bag. “Although, I must say…I’ve never seen you using these before. What has caused your sudden interest in handkerchiefs?” Rather bold of you to begin such conversations, but your curiosity is too great. No matter how hard you try, you can’t imagine why a blunt, nonchalant man like him would abruptly become passionate about embroidery. A lover? You smile faintly at the idea. Whoever it is, they’ve taken quite the challenge upon themselves. The lawyer frowns at the inquiry. It seems you’re just as observant as him. Maybe this shall be the pretext he can finally cling onto. So he presents it in the factual truth you’d hear in a courthouse: it’s his excuse to see you. You raise your eyebrows in surprise. Well now, isn’t it just silly? He could’ve simply asked. Buying countless expensive handmade items instead of plainly confessing his intentions…He stumbles, flustered. The same man whose ruthless reputation has even reached your humble ears is anxiously awaiting your response with a deep blush on his face.

The childlike innocence doesn’t last long. You’ve agreed to date him and that’s great, but he’s a man with little time that has known exactly what he wants for many years. When he laid his eyes on you he didn’t imagine cheesy coffee dates as you discuss your favorite color and cautiously breach the topic of intimacy. What’s the point? He’s already certain he’ll spend the rest of his life with you. Skip the unnecessary steps. On the other hand, you’re not as cooperative as he’d wish. Truly, the tangible proof that opposites attract. You’re always calm and take your time with everything. It’s almost frustrating how easygoing you are. When asked when you’re moving in with him, you just smiled and wondered out loud what could be wrong with your small studio above the shop. Marriage? Good question, you never thought about it.

Oh, the irony. Last time a client was being particularly difficult, your lawyer boyfriend pulled him out by the collar under the mortified stares of the other attendants and shoppers. The exact attitude he himself would’ve shown before, yet this time it’s different. Of course it is, it involves you. His thin patience runs out if it’s you. That’s all there is to it. Can you blame a man for following his heart? They say you should always chase your dreams; he prefers hunting them down efficiently, and the shotgun is pointed in your direction. His sweet, exquisite prey he can never get enough of.

Finally you agree to move in with him. Your hesitation was maddening and he’d started coming up with downright psychotic alternatives to convince you, such as your studio burning down after a vicious attack of some unknown hooligans. So it was rather wise of you not to push someone that knows the law like the back of his hand, even if you aren’t aware of it yet. He enthusiastically guides you around your new forever home, omitting unimportant details. The spare office he emptied for a future nursery? You’ll get to that later.

He can’t wait to spoil you. See, that’s the advantage of dating an older man. He’s gotten his life sorted out a long time ago. All that was left was finding you. You just need to be a darling and behave. He knows you will. After all, you’re his talented little embroideress that won’t have to worry about anything else ever again.

#female reader #yandere #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #male yandere x reader #yandere imagine #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere headcanons #yandere fic #yandere lawyer #tw yandere #yandere oc #yandere original character #original work

[milaisreading]

🌱🩷:Blue lock au where Y/n got invited to join the Blue Lock program as a player. She crossdresses as a boy and is friends with Reo and Nagi (they don't know she is a girl). I didn't change much abt Y/n's appearance, except that I made her around 5'10" tall and that she has a similar hairstyle to Chigiri's (the color is up to you, tho)

Warnings: None in particular. Reader uses she/her when narrating, otherwise the characters use he/him for Y/n. Requests are open for this AU.

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

'Blue Lock... so this will be my new escape...' (Y/n) gulped as she looked at the building in front of herself. She saw a lot of people, well known high school players enter the place, making her nervous over the whole idea. Sure, she was excited over finally leaving her home, her adoptive parents for a while, but she was just entering a bigger hell than she already left. Now, some might be confused what a girl was doing at Blue Lock? A project meant for the best football players in Japanese high schools. For male football players. Well, the question was pretty easy to answer, kinda. (Y/n) was adopted at a pretty young age into a somewhat well-off family, but the life she had wasn't the best. Her parents always wanted to have only boys, and while they had 2 biological sons, they didn't want to have a daughter.

'The only reason we adopted you was because I was indebted to your father.' She shuddered as she remembered her adopted father's words. (Y/n) knew they didn't want her, so she did her best to survive the household till she can be free. One of the ways was giving into her parents' demands on changing her personality and appearance to suit a stereotypical guy. (Y/n) didn't want that, at all, but for now she had to be someone she wasn't.

'At least they let me grow out my hair... and they allowed me to leave to this football camp.' She thought, touching a few strands of her (h/c) hair.

"Hey! Earth to (Y/n), are you alright?" She jumped, looking over at her teammates, Nagi and Reo. The two looked at her in worry for a moment, which caused her to smile and nod her head.

"I am fine! Don't worry... Just a little nervous." She thought as Reo grabbed her hand and pulled her into the building while Nagi followed after them.

"Don't be. All three of us are highly ranked football players, I am sure this thing will be a walk in the park for us." Reo laughed.

"Yeah, you worry too much." Nagi yawned as they got into the main hall where the other players were. (Y/n) recognized some from her previous matches, and some were unfamiliar.

'Oh... that Kira guy was invited here too? Figures, he was a good opponent back then...' She thought, recognizing the white haired boy. She then turned her attention to another guy standing next to Kira, they seemed pretty close.

'Who is he? I never saw him before...' (Y/n) thought while observing the blue-eyed boy.

'That sprout is cute tho.' She smiled, noticing the few strands of hair that were sticking out.

"Who are you looking at? Come on, we need to catch up to Reo." Nagi ground as he tugged on the pants of her uniform.

"H-huh? Nobody! Let's hurry up." She said, glancing a few more times at the unknown boy.

They soon reached Reo, only for him to scold the duo for getting lost.

"Congratulations, you unpolished lumps of talent." The trio froze for a moment and then looked at the stage, only to find a guy with bowl-cut black hair and glasses looking at all of them.

"Who is he?" (Y/n) muttered.

"Dunno." Nagi shrugged.

"What did he just call us?" Reo wondered.

"According to my personal judgment the 300 of you are the best strikers under 18. My name is Jinpachi Ego and I was hired to give Japan a World Cup victory." Everyone kept silent as (Y/n) stared at Ego in shock.

'World Cup victory? Japan can't qualify for semi-finals, what does he mean by victory?' She thought skeptically.

"I'll say this plainly. One thing is needed for Japanese soccer to become the best in the world: the birth of a revolutionary striker. From you 300 players gathered here today, I will forge the best striker in the world through a certain project."

Ego continued his speech, not giving anyone time to digest anything.

"What a bore." Nagi groaned, earning a kick to his leg by (Y/n).

"Shh." She warned, then looked back at Ego.

"All of them revolutionary strikers!! Their extraordinary egoism is the one thing Japan’s football lacks. You will not become the greatest strikers in the world, unless you have the ego to match. My purpose here, is to create such a player in Japan."

'Egoism? Shouldn't football be treated as a team sport? What good does it bring to act like that on the field?' (Y/n) raised her eyebrow, tuning out whatever Reo and Nagi were saying.

As Ego kept on talking, (Y/n) was getting lost in her thoughts.

'So we are basically training for our national team now... Getting out of one hellhole into another, but at least here... at least here I feel a little bit more like myself, as odd as it sounds. While I can't tell to anyone I am not a guy, at least I can play the sport that always saved me from going insane.' (Y/n) thought, looking back at the crowd as Ego finished his speech. (Y/n) listened as he talked about reaching the goal he set up for them, and if the players who were gathered had what it takes to become a striker. From the corner of her eyes, she saw the boy from before rush to a open door, and something struck her. She wasn't sure what it was, but something about him and the look he held in his eyes made her hypnotized, and she quickly ran after him.

'Who are you? And what's up with you?' She sprinted faster after him, ignoring Reo and Nagi's calls, both desperate to catch up with her.

"Huh? Thank you... so you said I am in Team X, Teieri-san?"  (Y/n) asked the woman, who smiled and nodded her head.

"Yes, that's just down the corridor. I will keep your phone and other items safe while you are at our facility." (Y/n) thanked the woman and started walking down the hallway, looking at all the rooms in curiosity.

'Probably the storages...' She thought.

'This place is like a prison, but I can welcome it. I wonder how I will keep myself hidden now... now that I have to share a room and everything with some dudes.' She cringed and sighed, then slowly walked into Team X's room. Inside were, as expected a bunch of other guys, some changing, some just talking.

'Oh brother....' She thought, looking to the side.

"Ah? You are our other teammate?" A guy with brownish hair asked.

"Y-yes! (L/n) (Y/n) is my name." She said in a little bit deeper voice.

"(Y/n)? Isn't that a girl's name?" Another guy asked while walking up to the duo.

"My parents have a thing for feminine names." She answered with the same lie she's been using for years.

"Wait... (Y/n)... (L/n) (Y/n)? Hakuho's eagle?"

"What?" (Y/n) she raised her eyebrow as a blonde approached them.

"You are known as a beast with those precise shots. I should have expected someone like you being here."

"Ah... thanks." (Y/n) answered, unsure what was going on at this point. By now a group has been formed around her and the guys started asking her different questions, until someone cleared his throat.

"Can you donkeys shut up?"

(Y/n) tensed up and looked at a pair of red eyes staring directly at her.

'Ahhh!! Scary!' She thought.

"Sorry, Barou." A few sighed out as the boy and (Y/n) had a stare down.

"Barou... I know you. You are that guy from Akudo Academy. We played against you at the quarterfinals." (Y/n) recalled, remembering the sheer force he used back then.

"So what about it?" The boy asked, obviously annoyed that she brought that up. Some of the teammates backed away, scared of a possible infight.

"Nothing-"

"I see you unpolished lumps have all found your room." The group looked at the monitor, only to find Ego staring down at them.

"Good, now it's time for the first elimination round."

"What?" (Y/n) and Barou asked at the same time.

"Every team in our 5 buildings is playing a game of tag, in a football way. You will be given a football, the person you hit with it will be it, and will chase someone else." Ego started explaining as a football fell from the ceiling, landing between Barou and (Y/n). The duo glanced at the item and then at each other.

"You are given 2 minutes. The person who stays it when the time runs out, is eliminated from Blue Lock..." The room fell into a tense silence.

"And, subsequently they are losing the opportunity to ever play for Japan."

"Haaa?!" Barou and (Y/n) yelled in shock.

"That's rediculous, how is a game of tag going to help here?" Barou wondered.

"Especially if you only give us 2 minutes."

"2 minutes is the most a player spends in the possession of the ball during a game. Now hurry up. On your sleeves you will see your current rankings, the one with the lowest is the 1st it."

(Y/n) quickly went to look at hers and scanned the tag.

"Currently the highest ranked one here is (L/n) (Y/n), at 252."

"How does this ranking even work?" She wondered to herself as the screen flashed the name of the first it. She looked at the boy and felt a little sad, he looked pretty meek.

"Donkey." Barou started, hitting (Y/n)'s head.

"Ow! What? And did you just call me a donkey?" She asked in disbelief.

"Don't get too distracted, can't have you eliminated this soon." Barou warned, confusing the girl a little.

"What? Why would you care?"

"Because I still need to prove to you that I am far better than you are."

The girl sweatdropped as the siren signaled the start, causing everyone to disparage across the room. She watched as the boy nervously looked around before his eyes fell on her.

'Shit.' She thought, dodging the ball that came flying to her.

"Huh? Why aren't you kicking back? You are the higher rank here." Barou questioned, annoyed at her move.

"What? The goal here is not to be it!" She watched as the ball bounced off the wall and back to the boy, who seemed more and more determined to get her instead of someone else.

'I can't be eliminated.... I don't want to go back home...' (Y/n) thought, glaring back at him.

#bllk #blue lock anime #blue lock manga #blue lock x reader #isagi yoichi #bllk x reader #reo mikage #chigiri hyoma #blue lock nagi #bachira meguru #kunigami rensuke #itoshi rin #barou shouei #alternative universe #crossdressing #female reader

[autisticlancemcclain]

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“This your place?” Keith asked, panting.

His host raised his eyebrow, pushing open the door.

“No,” he deadpanned, “this is my annoying neighbour’s house. He’s on holidays. I’m staying here and using all his things to take revenge for hours of small talk.”

“Oh,” Keith replied, impressed. “Cool.” He’ll have to do that next time Lance is on a solo mission. 

“No, I’m – I’m kidding, Paladin.”

“Oh,” Keith repeated, disappointed. “Less cool.”

“Just – get in the house.”

Keith didn’t argue. He followed his host into the small building, nodded as he was pointed to a guest room, and passed out the second his head hit the straw-stuffed pillow.

— — —

When Keith woke, it was dark outside. A scarred face was looming over his, and he bit back a scream, hand flying for his knife on reflex. 

“Peace, Paladin,” said Ares, holding up a hand. “I startled you. I did not mean to. It’s time for the feast. 

Keith slumped. His heart slowed from its jackrabbit pace. “Yeah. Yeah, man, thanks. I’ll be right out.”

His host nodded and left, closing the door behind him. Keith took one minute to calm himself, closing his eyes and counting his breaths. Once sixty seconds passed, he stood, glancing down at his armour. 

That was…fine, right?

They always wore their armour to diplomacy missions. Well, mostly because Keith threw a massive hissy fit the second Coran attempted to force him into the worst, most restrictive suit he’d ever seen. His armour was battered, unpolished, and honestly kind of rank, but it wasn’t like he had many other options. He held out his helmet, inspecting himself in the reflection of his visor.

Shiro would tell him to brush his hair.

Too bad he didn’t have a hairbrush. 

He walked out of his room, shrugging. His host was waiting for him by the small hearth in the middle of the house, standing as Keith approached. 

“Shall we make our leave?”

“Sure.”

He followed his host back out of the little house. They walk in silence. Keith’s feet begin to hurt by the five minute mark – he has no idea how long he slept, but it was not long enough, and exhaustion still pulled at his frame. 

Dryope had mentioned food, though. And something like a party, but one lucky thing about Ares – he doesn’t seem to be much of a partier, either, so hopefully Keith could ditch that bright and early and go right back to sleep. 

They walked along the same hills Keith’s host had led them down earlier, only this time they were going up, so it was worse. Thankfully, though, the walk was just barely shorter – they weren’t walking back to the beach, but to the hearth, the big fire pit Keith noticed walking in. All the houses they passed were empty, not even a light by the window.

“Is everyone at the – party, thing, whatever?” Keith panted.

Ares eyed him briefly, not pausing his stride. “Look for yourself.”

They crested the top of the hill, and Keith’s jaw dropped. 

The hearth was blazing. The flame burned so brightly and hugely that Keith was half-convinced it was out of control. Surrounding it in hundreds of chattering groups was every single Aegian, tall and wide and small, smiling and laughing. As he watched, an Aegian called something in a language Keith couldn’t understand, and immediately dozens of the tree-warriors rushed up to join hands in a big ring around the fire, twirling and dancing as the watching Aegians chanted and sang. 

Keith’s first thought was, Aren’t these guys made of wood?

His second thought was, This looks like a hippie commune. Time to ditch.

Unfortunately Ares caught him before he could go right back the way they can, spinning him around and shoving him down the hill.

“Real hospitable,” Keith grumbled.

His host seemed, as much as such a scary person could look, amused. “On you go, Paladin.”

Keith stomped on. He probably could take Ares in a fight, at least normally, but he was exhausted and injured and weak. Plus, if he was the reason behind yet another failed diplomatic mission, Lance would gleefully hold it over his head for weeks, and Shiro would be disappointed if Keith finally killed him. Plus, Allura would be upset with him, and having Allura upset with you kind of feels like taking a kitten that loves and trusts you and drop kicking it into the sun. Very quickly, you realise that you are the scum of the Earth and the worst person alive. It’s generally just something you should avoid.

As he trudged down the hill, he quickly recognised three familiar suits of armour. They were kind of hard to miss – even as scuffed as they were, they glinted in the light of the massive fire, shining like a bunch of precious stones. Pidge, sulking somewhere near a table of desserts; Hunk, chatting with his host; and Shiro, speaking with the Aegian leader like the tryhard little teacher’s pet he was. Coran stuck out, too, in his bright blue Altean uniform that was somehow pristine even though Keith watched him get flung at a wall and shocked by a bare wire from the broken control centre back on the dead castle. 

All the Aegians wore some kind of bedsheet, or their Tinkerbell clothes. Interestingly, the dryads were not the only Aegians present – there were others who looked a little more human, although they had plenty of strange features that reminded Keith they were not. A group of laughing girls looked like they were made from the bottom of a pool in the sunlight, skin shifting with dappled light. Several guys walked around with half a donkey hanging out of their drawers. Keith spotted some honest-to-God centaurs. One girl appeared to be made out of blowing, spinning wind. 

Hundreds of eyes seemed to follow Keith as he joined the crowd, glancing at him and then back at their friends, whispering to themselves. Keith shrunk into himself, letting his hair fall in front of his eyes – no one looked mad, or angry, or cruel, but no one looked exactly welcoming, either. Ares had disappeared at some point, not that he was what Keith would consider a friendly face. 

Keith needed to find someone he knew, stat. 

His first instinct was Pidge – the two of them usually slunked in some corner together whenever they were forced (often at gunpoint, thanks, Lance) to some stupid party. They had a running game called How Many People Can We Convince That Barking Is A Polite Human Greeting Before Shiro Finds Out. So far their score was 135-149, Pidge in the lead. (Keith very much intended to catch up.) But before he could make it over to where she was hiding, a group of water-girls descended upon her like a pack of piranhas, giggling and shouting something about braiding and eye makeup. Keith decided he would rather chew off his right hand than put himself anywhere near that, and did an abrupt 180 in search of Hunk.

Unfortunately, the big guy was still preoccupied. His host – Elijah (or something, Keith would be reminded of his real name eventually) – was showing him some kind of metal box that opened to a bunch of intricately placed gears and bobbles and wires. Hunk was staring at it like the Holy Grail. Not even Keith’s best pleading eyes and sad orphan story would convince him to babysit Keith and glare at anyone who attempted to socialise. Another dead end.

Keith sighed. That really only left –

“Hey, squirt!”

Keith went bright red, cringing with his whole entire body. He loved his brother, he really, truly did, but Shiro was as out of depth as he was at stuff like this and tended to overcompensate by being affectionate. Which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, except he had a bad case of Foot In Mouth Disease and knew Keith at his most embarrassing early teenage emo. 

So.

“Hey, Shiro,” he said stiffly, trying not to die inside as the man pressed a smacking kiss right in the centre of his forehead.

A tall, handsome guy somewhere to their left raised his eyebrows, smiling with amusement. Keith thought he could die. Sometimes, he thought his brother was secretly a forty-six year old suburban mom of three.

“We missed you!” cried his embarrassing brother. He was so genuine about it, it was hard not to smile back at him. “You took so long getting here!”

“My host’s place is at the farthest corner of the city,” Keith explained. “Had to hike here. Thought I was gonna bite it by mile six.”

Shiro snorted. “Drama queen.”

“Yeah, yeah. You try hiking after getting shaken around like a bobblehead. I bet your place is, like, twenty feet away from here.”

“Pretty much,” Shiro agreed, smile turning into more of a smirk. He attempted to dig his knuckles into Keith’s skull, but Keith was well used to his brand of crap and squirmed away at the last second. “Akeso’s sorta the main healer around here – at least I think? They’re not much of a talker – so they live in this building that’s attached to the infirmary. One of the big buildings in the inner circle.”

He pointed to one of the more rectangular buildings Keith had seen on the way in, with a much smaller, rounder building attached to it like one of those suction fish on a shark. It was hard to make out many details in the dark, fire’s light only able to stretch so far, but it looked pretty infirmary-ish.

“Hunk’s staying near the forges. He loves it, you should talk to him about it. He’s all cute and excited, you know that look he gets. Elatreus is impressed with him, practically made him an assistant.”

Elatreus! That’s the host’s name. And Keith absolutely knew what look Shiro’s talking about – the wide brown eyes, clasped hands, talking a mile a minute. He smiled softly. Nothing better for the soul like watching an ecstatic Hunk. 

“That’s good. Glad he’s happy.” 

“Yep. And Pidge is in a regular house like you, little more in-city. Next to some kind of trap shop? I don’t totally get it. Apparently Dysnomia needs a lot of supplies. Pidge was being all sketch about it.”

“That’s not super reassuring.”

“It is not!” Shiro agreed. He led Keith to one of the many tables laid out, absolutely covered in food. Keith realised he was ravenous, piling up a plate at least a foot high with meats and breads and foods he couldn’t even identify, but that smelt positively godly. At Shiro’s raised eyebrow, he rolled his eyes and selected a single vegetable. 

“Make sure you toss some in the fire,” Shiro advised.

Keith squinted at him. “I’m…not gonna do that, thanks.”

“No, no, you have to.”

He pointed to the edge of the fire, where, sure enough, some Aegians were scraping the edge of their plates into the flames.

Keith wrinkled his nose. “The hell are they burning their food for? What a waste!”

Shiro shrugged, stepping into the line. “Akeso said it’s an old tradition, something that their ancestors felt protected them and gave them good will and peace. No one really wants to mess with that mojo, so. Portion of the food is sacrificed.”

Keith would be less pressed about it if the food didn’t look and smell so good. Scraping perfectly good food into fire felt like spending hours polishing a sword only to scratch it three seconds later – effort for no reason. When it was their turn, though, Keith did as the custom dictated. He’d learned enough about questioning weird traditions. 

He held eye contact with Shiro and flicked his one vegetable into the flames. Delightfully, his brother’s eye twitched, like he was considering shoving Keith into them. Suddenly, this custom was Keith’s favourite he’d ever been forced to partake in. 

By the time they finally sat somewhere to eat, Keith was so hungry he was ready to eat his fingers along with the food. He inhaled his food for a good five or six minutes, ignoring Shiro’s attempts first at conversation, then at slowing him down. 

“Christ, kid,” he said, voice tinged with either horror or awe. Maybe both. “Eating like I never fed you in your life.”

“You haven’t,” Keith replied around a rib of some kind. “Adam fed me. You made ash of everything you touched.”

Shiro’s expression soured. He poked sullenly at some kind of leaf. (Serves him right for trying to be some kinda health freak now that he’s in charge. Keith once watched him eat an entire Costco sheet cake at three in the morning, and that had been his first and only meal of the day. Keith enjoyed bringing it up every time Shiro preached about the benefits of salad and watching him just start screeching to drown Keith out. Good times.) 

“I didn’t turn everything to ash, you ungrateful brat. I made muffins that one time!”

You microwaved an already cooked muffin, Keith thought, wisely choosing to eat some kind of rice dish instead of bringing it up. And it tasted like erasers afterr. So.

“Sure, Shiro.”

Shiro nodded, satisfied. He picked up the leaf, sprinkled with some…orange thing, maybe, Keith couldn’t tell exactly, and took a delicate bite. He looked less satisfied.

“So,” he said, setting down his plate like he was looking for an excuse not to eat it. He looked at Keith expectantly. “You must want an update on Allura.”

Keith blinked. “Oh, shoot, yeah. I didn’t see her. She good?”

“Yeah, from what we can tell. When we got to the infirmary, Akeso stitched up my knee, then we –”

“You had a knee injury?” Keith interrupted. “You should have said something!”

Shiro smiled gently. “I got it treated, dork.” He bumped their shoulders together, trying to ease Keith’s upset expression. “I’m fine, okay? If Akeso didn’t bring it up, I would have. Promise. It wasn’t too bad, anyway, I swear.”

Keith frowned harder. He had noticed Shiro shifting slightly when they were first confronted by Dryope and her army, but Shiro had walked away without limping, so he’d allowed himself to stop worrying. A stupid mistake, and one he should know better than making. He knows his stupidly self-sacrificial brother. 

“Keith, seriously,” Shiro assured. He leaned down, unlatching his thigh and knee braces, then pulled back the rip in his undersuit. Keith wasn’t comforted by the size of the rip – nor the placement of it – but the wound didn’t look too bad, and was stitched neatly. Some kind of salve was spread all over it, under the clear wound dressing. As he watched, the wound seemed to contract, shrinking ever so slightly.

“Healing magic,” Shiro explained, putting his armour back. He patted Keith’s shoulder. “Akeso is super practiced at it. They stitched me up but warned that overdoing magic healing is as bad as cheating death, so it’ll still take a couple weeks to heal fully. Just won’t hurt so bad and might heal a little faster than with just stitches.”

“That why Allura is still out?” Keith clarified, finally letting go of the tension in his shoulders. Shiro looked relieved. “No speedy magic?”

Shiro nodded. “Exactly. After Akeso stitched me up we went to go visit Rhea, check on Allura. She’s tucked in this massive bed-nest thing, snoring away. She’s fine. Just super drained and needs all the rest she can. She’s in good hands.”

Relief punches out of Keith like a physical force. It’s one thing if his friends are injured, a whole other if they’re unconscious – but with Shiro’s assurance as well as Coran’s confidence earlier, he can relax. The two of them can read people like no one else on the ship – except maybe Lance. She’ll be fine.

“Speaking of Lance,” Keith said.

“No one brought up Lance except your own brain,” Shiro responded patiently. That infernal smirk twitched at the corner of his mouth. 

Keith went red, barrelling right on. “Where is he? This stuff is right up his alley, I figured he’d be out twirling until he passes out in the punch or something.”

Shiro frowned, looking at him funny. “He is? He’s been over –”

Just then, the music that had been playing in the background changed – there was a collective inhale, then all the instruments played something at once. Keith didn’t know much about music, but the something felt intentional, deeply so. A song was beginning, rather than endless background music.

Excited murmuring moved in waves throughout the gathered Aegians. People started shifting. High above everything else, loud and excited, rang a disbelieving laugh – a very familiar laugh.

Keith whipped his head up, roll dropping from his hand and bouncing into the dirt. At the edge of the crowd, lit softly by the orange golden flames, was Lance – but it was no wonder Keith had missed him before. He wasn’t wearing his armour.

He was wearing a dress!

Well, not really a dress. One of those ancient Greek toga things, that looks like a droopy bedsheet. Keith had noticed it on several – almost all, in fact – of the Aegians; a draped, white garment, cinched in the waist, pinned at the shoulders. It hadn’t looked anything special on them. 

Lance, though, wore it like it had been made for him. Maybe it had. Most Aegians wore the toga-thing pinned at both shoulders, but Lance’s was only gathered at one, the rest of it falling artfully on his chest, looking dangerously like it was about to fall off. The cinched golden rope acting as a belt made his waist look downright tiny, like someone could pick him up around his middle and throw him, or something. It wasn’t crazy short, or anything, but Lance surely didn’t wear it down to his toes, like some others did. A pair of simple brown sandals wrapped all the way up his calves. 

There were actual freaking laurels in his hair, along with what Keith could only assume were gold threads, wrapped around a few tiny, careful braids. A golden bracelet wrapped around his bicep, contrasting with his many Earth-made bracelets and anklets, and his plastic blue Moana watch that he never took off. 

“He looks ridiculous!” Keith cried. 

Shiro tried poorly not to laugh. “I think he looks nice!”

“He looks like a freaking Roman statue!”

The music started to swell, and Lance reached out to grab an offered hand, and suddenly Keith’s blood went cold. 

“What is he doing all over Lance,” he hissed.

Shiro raised his eyebrows. “His…host?” 

“Hosting immoral thoughts, maybe!” Keith protested. Shiro choked on his drink. “Look at his damn hand! Gripping Lance’s waist like there’s a magnet involved! What’s he want, to pick Lance up like a prize and show him around, or something? What a creep!”

But Lance wasn’t scowling, or even using his polite I-hate-you-and-can’t-wait-to-talk-crap-about-you-to-my-friends smile. He was just smiling, and concentrating hard on his feet, wrapping his own hands all over Mr. Creep. As the music got more complicated, they started dancing. 

“What’s your deal with Peithos?” Shiro questioned. “What’s he –”

Keith ignored him. “And they have some kinda dance prepared? He’s supposed to be helping Lance recover, not teaching him a dance! How long have we been here for?”

Shiro finally sighed, giving up on his questioning. He watched the dancing duo, although with significantly less (zero) animosity than Keith. 

“‘Bout ten hours? Give or take.”

“Ten ho – ten hours,” Keith said, stumbling over his words. He tore his eyes away and stared at his brother, alarmed. “We’ve been here ten whole hours? I thought it was, like, three!”

Shiro nodded, taking a long sip out of his cup. “Yep. Surprised the heck outta me, too. Went for a nap after checking on Allura, and boom, sun’s down, Akeso’s waking me up, and my leg hardly hurts anymore. Exhausted sleep is sleep, man, I feel you. Pidge, Hunk, and Coran knocked out, too. Only Lance stayed up. That’s why he’s not in armour. And why he knows this dance, apparently.” He nudged Keith’s shoulder, expression suddenly much more solemn. “You know how he is with sleep.”

Keith softened. He turned back to the blue paladin with a sigh, watching the half-Aegian twirl him around. The music got faster and faster and the man grabbed Lance around the waist and lifted him, twirling them both like it was easy as pie. Lance threw his head back and laughed, cheeks flushed and nose squinted like it does when he’s really laughing. 

“Yeah, I know. Still, though. I don’t trust that guy. Too friendly. And Lance is too comfortable.”

“That’s fair.” Shiro was staring at him, too. “I don’t really trust many people here, actually. I think Rhea is trustworthy. And Elatreus. The other people, I can’t say yet. But Dryope…”

He turned to glance at the leader, who watched the festivities over the rim of an ornate glass. She sat on a carved rock, her father next to her. The rock-seat to her right was left empty. Keith could guess who it was for. 

“There’s something they’re not telling us,” Keith finished, nodding. “Agreed.”

He turned back to look at Lance and Peithos. The song had ended, but they were still standing close to the fire, bent close. Lance was gesturing like crazy, smile lighting up his face. Peithos was intently watching his every move. 

“We’ll keep an eye on them,” Shiro promised. His smile was small and reassuring. Keith glanced at the half-Aegian, then back at his brother, nodding slowly. 

“Yeah. Yeah, I think we should.”

After the weird dance, the party started to die down. People slowly started to head out, first in singles, then in couples, then in large swathes. Pidge was one of the first to make her getaway. Keith looked around for his host, but couldn’t manage to land his eyes on him. He hoped he hadn’t already left – he had no clue how to get back to his guest room in the dark, and wasn’t super pumped about sleeping on the ground if it came to that. 

“You know where the house is?” Keith overheard Peithos murmur, so close to Lance there wasn’t a place they weren’t touching. 

Lance grinned up at him. “Yep! I’ll meet you there, don’t worry about me. Go do what you need to do.”

The half-Aegian smiled gratefully at him, then rushed off.

Some host, Keith thought bitterly.

His glare was apparently pretty pungent, because now that Lance’s distraction was gone, he looked over quickly. He brightened, jogging over.

“Keith! Hey! I haven’t seen you all night.”

“Yeah, wonder why,” muttered Keith sullenly.

“I hope you –” Lance frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“What’s that supposed to mean,” Keith repeated, mocking. He rolled his eyes. Unfortunately he still managed to notice the expression on Lance’s face – wounded, not mad. He faltered. 

That wasn’t how their arguments were supposed to go. “You know what it means,” he insisted, but it sounded unconfident even to his own ears.

“I really, really don’t. I looked for you earlier, I couldn’t find you when everyone else –”

“You looked?” Keith asked incredulously. “I couldn’t’ve pried your eyes away from Tall, Dark, and Handsome if I plucked them out of your head!”

Lance’s already-present flush exploded out of control, so bright Keith could see it even in the dying embers of the hearth. “I wasn’t – he’s not – you’re not – what are you talking about!” he finally managed, tripping over his words in a way he usually didn’t. “Peithos and I were just – were just – we were only dancing! He taught me the Spring Dance, earlier, when he was showing – showing – me the wildflower fields, and –”

Keith narrowed his eyes. He realised for the first time that Lance was swaying, slightly, and even as he talked himself out of his embarrassment, the red didn’t totally fade from his face, staying high on his cheeks. 

“– I don’t know what your problem is, I swear, every time I have fun you live to ruin it. Gods, can’t I even have – have – have one thing, I just –”

He kept tripping over his words, like his tongue wasn’t working with him. Keith frowned harder.

“Lance, are you – drunk?”

“What? No!”

That Lance said clearly. He whirled on Keith with a new layer of clarity in his eyes, dark like pits and absolutely flashing in fury. 

“You think,” he seethed, stepping forward, “that I am so freaking irresponsible, so absolutely stupid and idiotic, that I would get intoxi – intoxish – intoxicat –”

He couldn’t even say the words. Keith stared at him in alarm, because he raised a good point – Lance liked to pretend, but he really wasn’t irresponsible like that. Keith had never heard him swear. He went to bed at the same time every night. As far as he knew, he’d never actually touched a drop of alcohol in his life – it would be out of character for him to get wasted at a diplomatic mission, late at night, when they were separated and wary. 

Something was not right.

“Lance, I think you should maybe –”

“Gods, you ruin – you ruin everything.” Lance blinked, hard, then glared at Keith, shoving off the steadying hand Keith had placed on his elbow and stumbling backwards. He held his gaze for several moments, absolutely glowering, and then – to Keith’s great horror – his brown eyes watered. Tears built up faster than he could wipe them away, tracing a line down his cheek. Keith staggered backwards.

“I hate you sometimes,” he said, and ran off. 

Keith watched him go, aftertaste of the delicious food turning sour in his mouth.

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all art by @jiveyuncle!!

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#I AM THE LUCKIEST GIRL ALIVE LOOK AT THESE PICTURES #vld #voltron #keith #keith kogane #shiro #takashi shirogane #broganes #keith & shiro #fluff #fluff and humour #fluff and angst #lance #lance mcclain #klance #pre klance #pining keith #oblivious lance #canon divergence #aegis au #my writing #fic #longpost #illustrated

[bandnerdlevel43]

Don't Leave Me

Ravio x LU Legend (Ravioli)

Summary: Ravio decides to tidy up their house a bit. Legend disappears to his room, as per usual, to do Goddess knows what. Ravio thinks nothing of it, until he hears the tell-tale sounds of his partner having a breakdown.

Word count: 1,650

Warnings: Grief, Legend has Koholint Trauma, hurt/comfort (but mostly fluff), writer projects her low self-esteem onto Ravio (shhhh it’s fine don’t worry about it), baby’s first time writing gay men

A/N: Hello, Ravioli fandom! Uhhh this is my first time posting my writing (ignore the cringefics I wrote on Wattpad when I was twelve coughs awkwardly), so any positive reinforcement/constructive criticism is not only welcome but encouraged! Also, not only is this my first time writing this sort of content, I myself am not part of the LGBTQ+ community. If I get something wrong, please tell me.

I was just kinda in the mood for these two when I realized I’ve already read all the content. Basically I had the “fine I’ll do it myself” moment that all writers have at some point. Anyways, hope you enjoy! Love you all!

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Ravio hummed contently, arranging the dishes in a neat pile on the counter. He ignored the various crumbs scattered across it. Instead, he picked up the duster, reached in the cabinet, and swept up the film of particles. He poked it into a corner, and in response, received a small tink. Ravio tilted his head curiously and delicately brushed the object into view. It was another ring- not cursed, thankfully, but horrifyingly unpolished. Ravio reached in to pocket the trinket that had gone so long without care, and continued his chore with a cheery whistle.

But what was that? A sharp rustling sound, followed by… coughing, perhaps? Ravio’s ears pricked; he paused. Sheerow, playing around in some empty boxes? Ravio's brow furrowed. No, the sounds were human in origin. His eyes widened when a soft whimper reached his ears. Legend!

Ravio dropped the duster. He scrambled out of the kitchen and down by the hallway, skidding to a stop by the closed door to their shared room. He knocked timidly, calling out, “Mister Hero?”

No response. 

“...Link, please. You know I'll come in even if you don't answer.”

The silence only made Ravio more scared. He would take a “Get lost, Ravio” or a “Leave me alone, Idiot” over this. This quiet meant his Link was drowning in some way Ravio was still struggling to understand, let alone help heal, no matter how desperately he wished he could. 

He opened the door anyway. 

Ravio peeked inside, and almost immediately his heart sank. Legend was in the middle of the room, hunched over something that Ravio couldn't see. His shoulders were trembling with silent sobs. It was always a stab in the gut for Ravio, to see him like this. It hurt, but he had to ignore it. For Legend's sake. 

Ravio made sure his footsteps were easily heard. Legend didn't flinch, twist, or jump. Either he expected his entrance, or he was so deeply buried in his emotions that he didn't notice him. Ravio shuddered at the thought.

The Lolian sat beside the hero, careful not to make any sudden movements. He reached out, touching the other’s shoulder lightly. Legend inhaled sharply, provoking a violent bout of coughing. He shied away from Ravio’s touch, eyeing him warily. He clutched what looked like a sketchbook close to his chest.

“Hey,” Ravio said softly. “You can trust me. Remember?”

Legend squeezed his eyes shut, curling further in on himself. His breathing stuttered, and this time Ravio could see the tears spill from his eyes. He felt an ache in his chest, reaching again for Legend's arm. This time he didn't pull away as his hand rested on his shoulder, tracing little half-circles with his thumb. Ravio didn't dare do more, lest he worsen Legend's state.

“Please, tell me what’s bothering you,” Ravio whispered. “I want to help.” Legend still didn’t speak. Worry made Ravio’s heart beat as rapidly as a rabbit’s twitching nose. Abandoning all caution, Ravio nuzzled his head in the crook of Legend’s neck, puring as much love into the gesture as possible. Hopefully it would snap him out of his sorrow.

It didn’t. Legend stared sightlessly ahead, his eyes glassy with tears.

“Link…” Ravio pleaded. “Say something.”

Legend blinked, turning to look at Ravio as though just noticing his presence. He loosened his grip on the sketchbook, his breath hitching as he let Ravio see.

The drawing was of a woman, the invisible wind tossing her long dress and fluid hair to the side. A large flower of a deep shade pinned some of it back. Her posture was welcoming and bright, but the face… Something was off. The features didn't seem to fit. They just felt wrong.

Legend hugged the drawing back to his chest, shaking again with suppressed sobs. “I'm forgetting her,” he choked out. “I c-can’t remember her eyes. I'm losing her.”

Ravio swallowed hard. He tried not to feel spite, he really tried. But how was he supposed to comfort him when all he was was Marin’s replacement?

Ravio felt himself withdraw his hands. He was suddenly unsure, watching Legend mourn the love that came before him. Now he felt guilty for intruding. Legend must think him inadequate, a second-rate substitute.

“Oh,” Ravio finally said, lips dry and numb. “S-Sorry. I didn't mean to- I'll just-”

Ravio cut himself off, standing suddenly with the intent to leave the veteran alone. To remove himself as a burden. Yet he never had the chance. To his bewilderment, Legend had grabbed his wrist, his grasp like a vice and his gaze just as intent. Desperate, even.

“Don't leave me,” he whispered.

Ravio blanked. Baffled at his words, Ravio wondered why he would want him of all people to remain. He was just a reminder of someone far more precious; nothing more, no one special. But when he heard Legend croak the single word, “Stay,” in a voice so vulnerable, so scared, Ravio slowly sat down again, concern still lacing his every thought and emotion.

Immediately, Legend's arms surrounded him, pulling him close and forcing a small startled squeak from his lips. The Hylian gripped him tight, holding him like a man would a piece of flotsam adrift in a sea wracked with tempests. Legend buried his face in Ravio's dark curls. His actions were almost protective, in a way, and Ravio found himself melting into his embrace. Part of him was still in denial that Legend didn't want him to leave, but when Legend took Ravio's sudden lack of tension as a signal to bring him even closer, those doubts evaporated. Tucked in Legend's arms, he felt a reassurance that he hadn't felt in years. You're safe now, the touch said. You'll never hurt again, because I'll protect you. 

Except… Lolia. It wasn't hurt, was it? It was disappear. 

Legend was making sure Ravio didn't disappear.

Legend was making sure he didn't disappear. 

Ravio promptly burst into tears. Unlike Legend, who was quiet and subtle, Ravio sobbed hard enough he was sure the goddess could hear him. He hiccuped and he sniffled, unable to control the wave of emotions that came crashing down on him. 

Of course, Legend's natural reaction was to panic. “Ravio, what happened?” he exclaimed. “Did I hurt you?” 

His hands flew to his chest in an obvious display of how startled he was. Ravio's instinct was to pout at the sudden lack of contact. Instead, he hugged him around the middle and laughed wetly. “It's nothing.”

Legend's bloodshot eyes met Ravio's own moist ones. Something akin to worry flashed across his expression, but was quickly overtaken by a pink tint dusting his cheeks. “Stop it, then,” he sputtered.

Ravio merely hugged him tighter. Legend hesitated before digging his fingers in Ravio's silly hair. “I didn't think you'd want me here,” Ravio mumbled, his voice muffled from burying his face in Legend's tunic. “I thought I was making it worse.”

Ravio was quickly flabbergasted at his own boldness. His throat was dry as he stammered, “I-I didn't mean to say that! I'm so sorry, I just- I wanted- I-”

“Ravio.”

Ravio met the hero's eyes and immediately realized he had overstepped. Link's dark, violet eyes were as intense as ever, glaring at him with such a ferocity that wasn't typically directed at him. If he wasn't afraid five seconds ago, he was now. His ears tilted downwards.

“Don't you ever say that again,” Link growled, “or I'll kick you out, for good this time.”

First, Link's words surprised him. Then, they made him so unbelievably happy. He hiccuped out another sob as he squeezed Link's torso tighter, a wide, giddy smile spreading across his face that was so big it hurt. “Promise?” he whispered.

Link snorted. “Don't push it. I might just throw you out anyway.”

Despite the rough words, Ravio's heart soared. He never really meant it (probably), and it meant he was back to normal. No longer lost in the anguish of mourning. Not only that- Ravio wasn't a burden. Somehow, he didn't mess up. And he was so, so happy. 

“Thank you,” he finally sighed. “I'm glad you're back.”

“Sap.”

“I am!” Ravio protested with a laugh.

“I know. That still makes you a sap, Rodent,” Legend retorted. He hesitated, toying absently with Ravio's hair. It felt good. He liked it. “But… yeah. I… I needed that. Thanks. I guess.”

“Awwww,” Ravio cooed teasingly. “That was so sweet of you, Mister Hero!”

“Oh, Goddess forbid I show any positive emotion around you!” Ravio could practically feel Legend's eye roll. “Never mind, I take it back! Maybe I should kick you out.”

Ravio shifted so he could look up at the hero, his head in his lap. “You wouldn't, though.”

Legend raised a brow.

Ravio gave him his best puppy-dog eyes.

Legend swatted at him. Ravio yelped as the Hylian shoved him off his lap, a badly suppressed grin on his face.

“Okay, okay! I get it!” Ravio giggled, jumping to his feet. He laughed at the hero's oh-so-grumpy expression. It went well with his flushed cheeks. 

“Get back to work, you freeloader,” Legend scoffed. “I don't keep you around to be obnoxious.”

“Your pink ears say otherwise,” Ravio pointed out smugly.

“Ravio!”

That was his cue. Ravio made his escape, twirling out the door and shutting it on the red-faced Hylian. Legend didn't follow. He didn't follow because he cared. Lolia, he cared!

Sheerow was waiting for him outside, fluttering lightly on the breeze drifting in from the open window. Ravio greeted the bird with a warm “Hello, Sheerow”, and opened his palm to offer a space for him to land. His companion complied, perching on his fingers, who in turn tickled the top of his head with a finger.

“Come on, Sheerow,” he said, bouncing, almost skipping, towards the kitchen where he had abandoned his project. “Let's get back to work.”

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #loz #albw #a link between worlds #albw ravio #lu legend #lu ravio #lu legend x ravio #ravioli #ravioli ship #raviolink #so many tags ugh #linked universe legend #linked universe ravio #mine don't steal

[nyanashima]

Breakfast in Bed (Undateables Edition)

finally finishing this ask!! the brothers version is right here

Content warnings: tooth-rotting fluff and domesticity

Diavolo 

Diavolo has a busy schedule, so he can’t afford to lounge in bed often. Because of this, he only really has breakfast in bed when he’s sick.

When you bring him breakfast, he tips his head in confusion. You’ll have to explain to him that sometimes people do this for their loved ones, just because.

Once you do, he lights up. What a sweet gesture!

He’ll ask you to sit with him, and he makes sure you’ve eaten before he starts. He’d be more than happy to share with you either way.

Loves whatever you made, even if it’s burnt toast and a rock-solid egg. You went out of your way (and likely fought Barbatos) to do something nice for him. To say Dia’s soft is a massive understatement.

“Come to think of it, I believe my father mentioned doing this for my mother once… I never thought I would get to experience it myself. Thank you, MC. You truly make this castle feel more like a home.”

Barbatos 

Much like Lucifer, Barbatos is up at the crack of dawn. You’ll have to be up real early to catch him still in bed.

This right here is an ‘acts of service’ man. Most of his life is about making others’ days easier, and he takes pride in it. Needless to say, it’s rare for him to be on the receiving end of such treatment.

At first, he’s a little uncomfortable because he’s not used to people seeing him in such a state. He’s in his pj’s, with bed head and drool on his pillow– yes, he is not as graceful a sleeper as one might think.

But then you sit on his bed, smiling and lovingly fixing some stray hairs, looking at him like he’s the world? Lord, he might just faint.

Maybe a little vulnerability is fine, actually, for the sake of love and domesticity.

Barbatos cups your cheek and pulls you down to kiss your forehead. His smile is unpolished, wide, and genuine.

“Thank you, my dear. It smells wonderful… May I be selfish and ask you to stay with me a while?”

Solomon

Bold of you to assume he even went to bed

Solomon is asleep at his desk when you find him, drooling on an old spellbook.

Extremely disoriented when you wake him up. He takes a minute to fully understand his surroundings, doing half-hearted stretches.

Once he’s somewhat conscious, he gives you a dopey grin and takes your hand with his eyes half-closed. You can see him mouth the word “morning,” but no sound comes out.

His mouth makes a little “o” when he sees what you made for him. He turns to you with wide, soft eyes– he doesn’t say anything, but the look he gives you says “really?”

He’s not blinking back tears you’re imagining things

Solo’s too sleepy to hide how he really feels. He tugs gently on your shirt to get you to lean down and plants a little kiss wherever he can reach. His voice is soft and slightly raspy from sleep.

“Thank you, MC… Let me wake up a little more, and I’ll return the favour.”

Simeon

Luke helped you cook whether you like it or not

Simeon wakes up once your side of the bed goes cold. He feels around for you and sits up when he realises you’re gone.

Shortly after, you and Luke waltz in with a tray, giggling at one another. Simeon feels Cupid’s arrow pierce his heart again, right then and there.

A rush of warmth fills his chest. Despite already being in a comfortable relationship with you, his stomach is in knots. Is this what having your own family is like?

His expression is the epitome of tenderness.

“Thank you, both of you. You know, MC, sometimes I think you’d make a good angel yourself.”

Luke 

Luke is thrilled when he finds out you packed his lunch.

Despite his insistence that he’s not a kid and can make his own, there are stars in his eyes when you hand it to him. 

The little man handles the container like glass while vibrating from excitement.

A picture of your cooking gets sent to Simeon and Barbatos later that day (NOT Solomon, lest he gets any ideas).

The next day, Luke packs you one in return and asks you to teach him some human-world recipes.

“Thank you so much!! Don’t pack a lunch tomorrow, okay? I want to make you something too!”

#obey me headcanons #obey me barbie #obey me undateables #obey me nowdateables #obey me diavolo #diavolo obey me #dia obey me #obey me dia #barbatos obey me #obey me barbatos #obey me barb #om simeon #simeon obey me #obey me simeon #simeon #omswd simeon #luke obey me #obey me luke #undateables headcanons

[ourflagmeansgayrights]

ofmd s2e2 rewatch where i pause to jot down my thoughts and other random shit

not quite a reaction post, not quite a liveblog. this post is gonna be unpolished and messy bc this is the only way i know to process my emotions abt these episodes enough that i can actually start talking coherently about them.

s2e1, s2e2, s2e3, s2e4, s2e5, s2e6, s2e7, s2e8

did not notice the first time around that buttons is sleeping with his legs sticking up resting against the side of the ship. king.

WHY DID THEY USE A DIFFERENT TAKE OF THE YOU WEAR FINE THINGS WELL SCENE WHAT PURPOSE DOES THIS SERVE. THIS HAS BEEN BOTHERING ME FOR DAYS.

oh god the face stede makes after he breathes out all wistfully is so pained... ogughuhg heartbreak......

why is the groom cake topper dirty ed were you kissing it. ed. edward.

hNNNG ed pushing the painted bride figurine closer..... im gonna throw up

ed!! rolling over and crying!!! TAIKA HOW ARE YOU SO GOOD AT LOOKING SO FUCKING SAD THIS SHIT HURTS ME

like i can literally feel the tears burning in his eyes. the way his chest starts shaking with sobs but he's managing to keep the sobs in for like one more second. he's trying so hard to hold it in and i've cried like this before and it physically HURTS

also oughg the song. run from me baby... run my good wife... run from me baby..... you better run for your life........ ED THINKS THAT'S WHAT STEDE DID!!! RAN AWAY FROM HIM!!!!! and he thinks that was stede running for his life bc like, he thinks he's inherently monstrous and unlovable and hnnnnnnnnngggg. ed teach go to therapy challenge.

the crew responding to zheng's wake-up bell is so relatable. me when my alarm goes off at 6am

ok so the running bit where stede's crew has never heard of China before. is kinda weird to me. and honestly it kinda runs back to what zheng said in the last episode "one thing i've learned in my time here: you people know so little" about nobody knowing how valuable indigo is. like the show is portraying your average caribbean pirate as really ignorant and only like, ed stede and fucking ricky are on par with zheng yi sao. and i mean knowledge doesnt equate to intelligence so like the indigo thing i didnt really bat an eye at but when it was played for comedy with olu not knowing how to pronounce china i was like... hm. but the season's just started so maybe im reading too much into it but idk. it's a weird writing choice to me.

loving how at the start of last season the crew almost mutinied bc stede was a soft captain but now roach is out here embracing how all of them are "tender as hell."

love how lucius and pete have their romantic reunion chat just. fully in front of an audience

stede looks. so upset. watching lupete kiss. this man misses his boyfriend so fucking bad

lucius not even trying to hide how much he Does Not want to be stuck with stede in towels

also hi the sky in this scene is so pink. it was blue when buttons was doing tai chi so i guess this is sunset. day one complete.

buttons confirmed sea witch one of the best scenes in s2 so far. intrigued by auntie saying "i have looked for you far and wide" like are there other sea witches and auntie only wanted buttons?? or is buttons literally the only sea witch in the world. i want the lore.

ed. eddie eddie edward. ed my beloved babygirl. i would fuckinggg die for you

ok but also there is literally no way frenchie didnt see ed when he walked in like ed is standing Right There. i love when directors do stuff like this tho it's so funny to me. "ok joel just walk in there and pretend like you dont see taika standing literally right in front of you"

just noticed ed was polishing the handle to the wardrobe (the main wardrobe) right there. he's tidying up. getting his affairs in order before he— *i break down into inconsolable sobbing*

i wont like tho it was very funny to me when we finally got this full scene and ed's "and no more stede" turned out to be "no more izzy." very fun for me

god i LOVE when we get pirate code shit. none of these rules ever make sense it's always just whatever works for the plot's sake. "that's the code of the sea: the new first mate always kills the old first mate. it's always been like that" i don't think it was literally ever like that i think the writers decided that making up this bullshit rule would add drama to the situation. it's like how pirates can win duels by rendering their opponent's sword inoperable (as if pirates ever had like ritualistic duels). or next episode when zheng yi sao is gonna kill them for mutinying against ed. i love how all the logistics of the plot are always some handwavy-bullshit bc the show just Does Not Care about this shit. this is the ed and stede show and everything else is just superfluous set dressing

we were all fixated on lucius living in the walls none of us predicted that it could be izzy living in the walls

"start with his leg see where it goes" frenchie what does this MEAN

archie thinking jim was asking which leg to cut off and just. answering the question genuinely. is so fucking real lmao me too girl

JIM PUTTING THEIR HAND OVER ARCHIE'S TO BRACE THEMSELF BEFORE THEY START CUTTING INTO IZZY'S LEG... the romances on this show are unparalleled

archie when izzy's leg starts gushing: aye yai yai!

stede telling everyone in laundry abt his whole romance with blackbeard. and stede telling zheng and auntie abt blackbeard when he thought they were just soup sellers. you KNOW stede's been telling literally everyone he meets abt how he's looking for his beloved ed.

lol ok but cuba was not written on the map in the one shot and then stede says "oh, hang on, he might be in cuba!" and it cuts back to the map and he underlines the word "cuba" which somehow mysteriously appeared on the map while stede was chatting. 10/10 no notes

also GOD do i relate to stede so hard sometimes. it did not even occur to stede to ask lucius how he's been until lucius points it out and then he's like "oh! right! how are you??" and he does genuinely care but he was just so absorbed in his own shit it did not occur to him to ask. like. ohhhh baby does that hit home

LUCIUS DRAMATICALLY PAUSING IN THE DOORWAY WHEN STEDE TELLS HIM TO WAIT. HIS HANDS ON EITHER SIDE OF THE DOOR AND HIS HEAD BENT. THIS FUCKING DRAMA QUEEN I LOVE HIM!!!!

LLOOKING OVER HIS SHOULDER "oh, yeah. now you care?" AND THNE SHAKING HIS HEAD AS HE WALKS AWAY god i LOVE this soap opera

ok but buttons looks very confused when auntie says "i see you've adopted the humble form of a man" and then she hands him the book abt shapeshifting. like did she know that he doesnt know how to change form or what.

auntie asks buttons to bless their travels. anyway this is how stede somehow didnt get everyone killed in e1 despite the fact that they were at sea for a few months and he had no idea what the fuck he was doing.

LOVE auntie's little... yell? whimper?? before shuffling away nervously. incredible performance.

also the spellbook thing is in chinese. pretty cool how buttons knows how to read chinese.

ed jumpscare 2!

frenchie's "fire away. not literally, i hope" I MISSED THAT THE FIRST TIME KJSGHKFJDGHJHK WHAT A GREAT FUCKING LINE

love how irl frenchie using the wrong hand for that throat-slitting pantomime would be unimportant but the show acts like that's something that could actually give frenchie away bc they need to really nail home the fact that Ed Is A Fucking Genius

another thing ed is: INCREDIBLY HOT. he is being intimidating and evil to frenchie rn and i am very very into it.

obsessed with archie casually picking some random gore off her hand

also obsessed with how jim is just poking at izzy's leg. they learned how to butcher animals as a kid tho so i guess they're not really grossed out by severed body parts lmaoo

also also obsessed with how izzy would absolutely have not survived this at all. i love this show

list part 2:

ok im sorry but "he's our dick" does not feel earned to me. like they use that fantastic shot of the whole crew in episode 6 last season but what's crucial abt that shot is izzy isn't hanging out with the crew. he's sitting away in the corner monologuing abt how he thinks maybe ed might not want to kill stede.

i do think it's significant tho that jim wasn't there for izzy at his worst aka threatening to withhold rations for laughing at him. like they weren't part of the vote to mutiny against izzy. but frenchie was and frenchie was like "start with his leg see where it goes" which does not seem like he's really that invested in keeping izzy alive.

also it's weird how we don't see fang at all for this bit with hiding izzy in the walls. like he would be the one i'd expect to have the strongest connection to izzy bc he knew izzy before the show started and he was hugging and comforting izzy last episode.

anyway imo jim keeping izzy alive is more abt them missing when they were on the ship with olu and the whole crew and the ship was like a family, not necessarily abt feeling loyalty to izzy specifically. i could be wrong tho who knows.

one thing i do know is that it is VERY important to point out how jim is struggling really hard with everything, archie is not. she wasnt there for the co-captaining era at all and she seems to be rolling with everything like it's all expected. this includes the wedding raid and ed pointing a gun at her last season and stuff. even now she's mostly just confused by why jim is bothering to try and keep izzy alive. but she acts like the amputation and the violence are all what she expected.

yay kissing!! with the shit stuffed up their nose and covered in blood and jim still holding the leg GOD I LOVE THIS SHOW

hnng when archie says "you have... hope" jim's jaw tenses and they visibly swallow after the word "hope." god jim is going through it

"the wooden demon boy that thirsted for life" god i love this game of telephone that the show is playing with pinocchio it's so fucking funny

archie definitely still says a few syllables after "no i was cleaning up blood" while jim was leaning in for another kiss but none of it forms a coherent word. relatable.

ed's "ohhhhohoho. ohoho" is so funny to me. this man is so jealous that other people are getting to kiss ppl they like but not him.

hm archie and jim are not actually kissing when we cut to the shot of ed standing in the stairwell. i imagine this is an editing goof or something

jim and archie pulling away like two kids who got caught kissing under the bleachers during gym class or something. incredible. one of jim's nose plug rags is mysteriously missing now. i think archie ate it.

ed shushing frenchie. nothing to say here but "i need him carnally"

"take the fuckin leg" ed does NOT like mess!!!

"he was your friend" well jim. he might have been ed's friend. but he had a very strange way of showing it.

why does it sound like ed has spurs on his boots

OLU IS SO CUTE I CANT BLAME ZHENG FOR BEING LIKE "you're doing so good at filing thanks so much!!" WHEN HE'S ACTIVELY FUCKING EVERYTHING UP

also. i want to know about auntie's filing system. ahead of it's time, you say?? tell me more. hi my name is jess and i love sorting things

ah yeah olu mispronouncing china moment

olu and zheng are cute tho ngl

roach is having an orgasmic experience drinking soup. very relatable.

love that stede called the broth "insane" like fics so often get stede's voice wrong bc he will randomly say casual slang in a way that contradicts his general s1 vibe of stuffy frilly rich guy. but he's more like your average dad whose general grammar when speaking is pretty outdated but he's also trying to use slang to fit in with his kids

oh god stede is trying so hard with lucius it is giving SUCH awkward dad vibes. "when i was young and edgy" and "mr. cool" STEEEEDE

"my spicy little rat boy" im so sad that lucius hates that pet name bc this is the funniest thing black pete's ever said

aw nooooo the way pete jumps when lucius yells at him :(:(:(

yo wee john has like a wristband with all these sewing needles and shit stuck on it that's such a cool costume detail

the first thing izzy says after waking up is "my leg" and in my head im hearing it in the spongebob meme voice

first: very funny how ed responds "yeah!" like, laughing about the whole. amputation thing. and then secondly i am obsessed with "up in Leg Heaven" he is so fucking quirky. i love him.

"have you come to take the other one" yeah you'd probably enjoy that huh izzy.

love ed's dangly earring. gender.

smthng abt how izzy is instantly exhausted and dismissive when ed tells izzy to take the gun vs how ed was also bored and dismissive when izzy said "i have love for you." idk if there's anything there im just making tenuous connections in my head rn

help. ed clenching his fists when he's standing with his back to izzy. he really wants izzy to do it but also even deeper than that he really doesn't he wants to live

izzy starts to laugh the same way he started to cry last episode with like a really loud sudden gasp of air. also he laughs so weirdly jesus christ

also jesus this is so fucking dark. i mean obviously but im fucking reeling right now from ed trying to get izzy to kill him and izzy's response is just "do it yourself you fucking pussy." fuck.

more thoughts on this scene here

"i loved you... best i could" i actually dont have a lot of thoughts abt this at all aside from it just seems like a weird thing for ed to say. idk. i have a few metas abt this saved that ive been meaning to read so maybe that will help me deconstruct this but i think i'd need more time to figure out why this line feels weird to me. it could literally just be that i dont like blackhands at all but idk. probably not gonna unpack my feelings for a while tho bc in terms of everything i want to dig into from these 3 episodes alone this is at the bottom of that list lol

love how ed tells frenchie "go live" right before he steers them into a storm and tries to doom everyone on the ship.

"two messed-up kids probably" i know this is one of those things that some viewers are just always gonna have a problem with but it's so fucking funny to me how stede is like. never seeing his children again. and is like "yeah they're probably traumatized by how i was a bad father. well that's for mary and doug to deal with!"

lucius winking when he calls stede quite the fuck-up. i love this snarky gay

anyway for how fucked up the vibe is on ed's ship at least they weren't playing human puppet or making people catch rats with their teeth

shit this is longer than the last post. anyway list part 3:

ok i completely forgot abt this scene where the crew back on the Revenge is talking in the hallway before they go confront ed but i think it's rlly interesting how jim is the only one who says anything abt how ed's sudden cheery mood is NOT a good thing. fang is like "do we think he's better?" and jim's like "fuck no!" and frenchie's like "idk he seemed pretty calm to me." like this is so fucking juicy to me. jim knew this wasn't "better." i think this is because jim kinda gets it. they know what it's like to be told you're only meant for violence. and they know what it's like to want something softer. last season i probably wouldnt have said jim understood ed's suicidal tendencies but the way jim KNOWS that this isnt better makes me wonder if they understand this, too.

altho when they go outside and ed is like "it's a bad storm! and i took the wheel! and im gonna fire into the mast! we're all gonna die!!" jim yells "what do you want, you piece of shit!" (in spanish) so maybe they dont get the suicide bit of it. but they did understand that ed wasn't better.

oh ed's voice in "what do i want?" is so whiny and sad. babygirl is fucking going through it. good thing the rain is hiding his tears ahaha. ha.

"all love dies im just hastening the process" objectively this is fucked up but also it is so funny to me that he's like "i got dumped so now nobody else is allowed to be happy and in love." he broke up all the couples at the end of s1 and he raided a fucking wedding. babygirl i love you. you are so unwell

VERY RANDOM THOUGHT and i would have to go back to last episode double check but i dont think any of the background crew are women?? it's just archie??? which kinda bums me out a bit like i dont only want female rep in the main cast i want to see random background women too. i could be entirely wrong abt this tho just in this scene i only see dudes in the background

anyway archie being like "alright i guess we're fighting" bc this is archie's normal. archie is just kinda resigned to her life being shit.

stede crossing out "dead" and circling "alive" is so fucking funny to me hfjkhdjvgdfjk like. manifesting.

but also he does kinda manifest that in the next episode doesnt he?? he loves ed back to life ahaha oh god oh fuck *starts sobbing*

"looks like he's gotten back into arson" okay and??? wee john's an arson enthusiast also, cmon lucius dont judge a man for his hobbies

stede's fucking face when he considers what lucius said abt "maybe his time with you is the best it's gonna get for him" like i think he tries to think abt it and just. cant. he cant fucking accept that. god im gonna throw up.

HNNNNG THE RUN FROM ME SONG COMING BACK IM GONNA LOSE MY SHIT

i cant get over how archie is like. yeah bro it's fine. it's cool just kill me im not gonna hold it against you.

jim's like "YOU WERE GONNA DO IT ANYWAY!!" and ed's like "teehee yeah :3 u got me"

oh bro some of the random background crew people just fully go overboard huh. damn. rip those guys.

ok so im choosing to believe that izzy fired a lucky shot there bc the man couldn't even shoot himself point blank in the skull but im supposed to believe that he got ed right in the arm from the other side of the deck in the middle of a crazy storm and the ship rocking like crazy and izzy's probably suffering from like, insane amounts of blood loss?? i dont buy it. i mean it doesnt matter at all but i think he was trying to hit ed's general torso area and if ed didnt have his arm held out izzy would've missed. like i said tho this makes no fucking difference. it's just a fun little headcanon hehe

love how ed laughs like an absolute maniac here. babygirl u are so unhinged.

wait it's fucking wild how in the middle of all this we to cut to auntie putting the map back together and then we see that zheng is bringing her fleet over land. anyway this is foreshadowing obviously but like considering the song choice and cutting this between ed's suicide attempt and then the crew mutinying. is a choice. and idk why they made that choice yet.

it is a pretty dramatic reveal tho. i didnt appreciate that the first time but holy shit. she's just pulling her ships all the way to the caribbean. girlboss.

and then the mutiny. the relief on ed's face hurts me so fucking much

other thoughs about this scene here

HOLY SHIT THIS POST CREDITS SCENE AHHHHHH

so first of all. auntie saying olu can be allowed to clean up random hairs around the desk and zheng being like "there's not that much hair" girl you know you're lying. her hair is so long and so gorgeous and you KNOW random strands end up making scary-ass hair spiders if somebody doesn't regularly sweep things up

second of all: olu pretending there's a carrier bird with a messege for zeng to give her a break is SO CUTE. OLU. OLU YOU ARE SUCH A SWEETHEART.

#ofmd s2 spoilers #our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd s2 #ofmd season 2 #edward teach #stede bonnet #crew of the revenge #archie #zheng yi sao #izzy hands #izzy critical #s2e02 #txt #mine #og #gentlebeard #ofmds2rwwiptjdmtaors

[imaginarylungfish]

AUDHD 👏 GOJO 👏

I’m right there with you so, in true AuDHD style, I’m zooming into your inbox to infodump because I’m ALWAYS desperate to scream about this (shout out to @ellionwrites for patiently and compassionately listening to my unpolished rambles about a lot of this stuff in private)!

I actually have a LOT of thoughts about 236 and how it’s Gojo’s “unmasking”. That chapter is really emotional for me because of how well it articulates my personal experience of navigating the world as an autistic person. This post (and especially its tags) from right after it came out says it in a much more concise way, but Gojo’s upset pout breaks my heart because, to me, that's evidence of “no matter how much you try, people will misunderstand you” and damn… that hits a little close to home 🥲

It’s why his death had such a strong impact on me, especially when it felt like half the internet was ignoring the actual words Gojo said to claim “he never cared about that stuff, he was arrogant from the start and you just misread him". In combination with “it was the best ending for a character like Gojo" — right after we find out how deeply lonely he’s been, never able to truly connect with anyone after Geto left? Well, it was mindblowingly meta and, therefore, pretty painful to read.

I wrote an analysis of Gojo’s character in 236 and, even though I wasn’t viewing him through an autistic lens for that particular post, I think my words under the cut still read that way — that’s how baked into his character I think this stuff is! I genuinely think the two pairs of sorcerers sitting with their backs to each other is a visual representation of the double empathy problem. I'm not sure autistic and allistic people can ever arrive at a place where we fully understand each other, but that doesn’t mean autistic people have to carry all the burden and remain isolated. That’s why it’s meaningful that Gege makes it clear that all the characters care about each other, even if they don’t see eye-to-eye.

Glad to see you shouting about this reading of his character, because I haven’t seen many people talking about it. Some people are very hostile to ND headcanons, especially for characters as popular as Gojo, which is why I haven’t really talked about it much myself. However, I feel like any fellow AuDHDers who read my fic must be side-eying me constantly because I don’t think I’m subtle about how I write Gojo’s character at ALL 🤪

Maybe it’s time to be brave and publicly share my 236 AuDHD!Gojo manifesto for the five of us who are standing in a circle screaming about this! Cheering you on and sending lots of love ♥️

Ahhhhh thank you so much for this infodump!!!! I was on a AuDHD!Gojo rampage last night as my brain worm hit right as I should have been going to sleep. But such are things....

Like idk why it didn't truly hit me until now, but I can't unseen Gojo as AuDHD. (It was probably because I re-watched "Everything's Gonna be Okay" with some AuDHD representation and then I started thinking of other AuDHD characters and immediately thought of Gojo.) I did play with the idea a few months back, but it hit me with full force yesterday.

Idk like I get a little annoyed with people who think I or others like Gojo just because "he's hot" because like okay fine yes (but also I think I just have gender envy but that's a whole other can of worms). But also, no no no that's not it! My love for Gojo is more than that! He speaks to me as a character. He's misunderstood. He's seen as something he isn't. In my eyes, he's neurodivergent (and queer). And Geto was the only other person who ever saw him for who he really was.

Gojo's death was really hard on me. I remember exactly where I was when I read that chapter. And then the airport. Fuck. EmOtIOns. At first, I tried understanding Nanami's words. I really did. But really, I just didn't if I'm honest. Those words were a shock to me. Like yeah okay he's selfish (but like aren't all humans?). He also helps though! Isn't that obvious? And at the end? He wanted to have an equal to go all out with in a fight. Again, why was that bad? He was also helping! What's the issue? He's a fallible human. Like you said in your analysis, he contains multitudes. What's wrong with that?

So, like many others, I thought maybe I misread Gojo. But no. Now I think the missing piece was that Gojo is AuDHD and Nanami didn't quite get that. He didn't understand Gojo's actions. (And ahh god that lil pout. Gojo was just living his life and people saw him but they never ~saw~ him.)

I think the visual of the sorcerers back-to-back is a great metaphor for the double empathy problem. I never saw it that way, but I see it now and like it! And I think you're so right with the fact that the characters still respect and support each other even if they don't understand each other fully. I think that's a theme woven throughout the story.

Blahhh I feel like there is so much textual support for AuDHD Gojo. Like him being blindsided by Geto's defection because he didn't see Geto's decline (and don't get me started about Autistic!Geto with his strict black-and-white thinking), him just blabbing about sweets when he meets up with Megumi before fighting one-finger Sukuna at the beginning, the fact he thought revealing Yuuji to his classmates at the exchange event would be funny (cause hey, I thought it would too until it happened and I saw oh hey, it wasn't), etc. Plus, his blindfold. His overall personality. Like, it's such a heavy mask. Now I see that.

I feel like people either love Gojo or they hate him. (I immediately gobbled up your analysis and 100% agree. And I think people's reactions to his death are pretty telling.)

So, thank you for the yummy AuDHD!Gojo content. Please feel free to send me more/link me to things. I feel like I have a million more things to say but my brain is jumping all over the place and I've already spent 40 minutes this morning on this when I should have been getting ready for work. Hehe, whoops.

Gojo is AuDHD. I will die on this hill. Let's keep staring and screaming at each other about this. Sending you good vibes and love as well 🤍

#gojo headcanons #audhd gojo #neurodivergent gojo #autistic gojo #adhd gojo

[laurellerual]

Ser Gendry

The topic of the day is: Gendry doesn't want to be a blacksmith for the rest of his life. Alright, now let's argue.

Eddard

In the first scene where we meet him, the blacksmith's apprentice has made a bull helmet, but:

"This is fine work. I would be pleased if you would let me buy it." The boy snatched it out of his hands. "It's not for sale." [...] "I made it for me," the boy said stubbornly.

Ned offers to give him a 'military' education, and his words sound somewhat prophetic.

"If the day ever comes when Gendry would rather wield a sword than forge one, send him to me. He has the look of a warrior. Until then, you have my thanks, Master Mott, and my promise. [...]”

Martin does not describe Gendry's reaction to these words, but it's important to notice that when Ned sees the helm it's "raw steel, unpolished but expertly shaped.". And than, in Arya's chapters Gendry does nothing but spend his time polishing it. (also "Robert was true steel").

Needle

We know that the helmet represents for Gendry much more than his career as a blacksmith, it's personal. Even Arya recognizes that it is as important to him as Needle is to her.

She adds two of the Mountain's men to her payer for the theft of Needle and the helmet, because they are more than objects, they are a part of their identity.

Arya watched and listened and polished her hates the way Gendry had once polished his horned helm.

Acorn Hall

The decision to join the Brotherhood Without Banners from Arya's POV seems sudden and almost unwarranted but it isn't. In fact, Gendry tried to talk about it with Arya well before, but she didn't understand it and he wasn't able to explain himself.

It's him who asks her to go to the forge and it's him who begins the conversation talking about war heroes: Thoros, Robert and the siege of Pike. At Acorn Hall Gendry puts down the blacksmith's tools.

Gendry hung the tongs back up and took down the heavy hammer. “Master Mott said it was time I made my first longsword. He gave me a sweet piece of steel, and I knew just how I wanted to shape the blade. Only Yoren came, and took me away for the Night’s Watch.”

So we find out that Gendry has never forged a single sword, and when he talks about his first sword he describes it in particular. He doesn't sounds like a blacksmith who takes charge of a customer's commission, he sounds like a boy who, after having made a coll helm all for himself, now dreams of having a sword to match it.

But Arya doesn't see where the conversation is going and she says:

 “You can still make swords if you want,” said Arya. “You can make them for my brother Robb when we get to Riverrun.” “Riverrun.” Gendry put the hammer down and looked at her. “You look different now. Like a proper little girl.”

He stops, puts down the last instrument too and repeats: “Riverrun.” and then he changes the subject.

The BWB

In the books, Gendry doesn't get a chance to explain his motivations to stay with Lord Beric to Arya like he does in the show, but I think they're similar.

The clue is the flaming sword. Gendry talks about it right in the Acorn Hall scene and insists on explaining that it's just a trick (done with wildfire and ruins the blade).

But then the two see Beric setting fire to his sword to fight the Hound. Arya asks if it's wildfire, but no! This time it's not just a trick, this time it's real. Something has changed.

The Hound's trial convinced him of the principles of brotherhood and convinced him of the existence of the red god. So:

"Arise Ser Gendry, knight of the hollow hill, and be welcome to our brotherhood."

Brienne

Now he is a knight! Unfortunately everything go super wrong: Arya is kidnapped, Beric dies, LSH, the brotherhood changes and Gendry finds himself carrying out his vow to protect the innocents at the Crossroads Inn by picking up his blacksmith hammer again. But that doesn't seem to have changed his resolve: he still wants to be a knight, he still wants to forge a sword for himself.

He took it for an insult. "I'm a knight. That sword will be mine own, once it's done." What would a knight be doing working at a smithy?

Harrenhal

Throughout all the books, the only time Gendry wants to be left alone to lead the simple life of a blacksmith is when he is a prisoner in Harrenal. But that doesn't represent his personality and his wishes for the future because Harrenal's all point is that it's doom and gloom and reduces even the proudest of wolves to a gray mouse that can't do anything but scrub the floors.

Dunk

I should add that Gendry was born in the capitol, so it is not at all improbable that he grew up hearing the stories of Dunk from Flea Bottom who became Ser Duncan the Tall, and that these could be at the origin of this desire for more.

In the end Gendry is more ambitious than he's given credit for.

When Arya saw the horns she knew it was Gendry

And if Arya isn't fully Arya without her sword, Gendry isn't fully Gendry without his horns. Looking for the quotes on A Search of Ice and Fire I realized that most of the time the helmet is mentioned it's called just 'horned' and not 'bull', coincidence? I don't think so :)

#asoiaf #asoiaf meta #gendry #gendry waters #gendry baratheon #arya stark #the bwb #arya x gendry #gendrya

[minevn]

Hi how are you, how you doing, everything alright? :)

HIIII!! It's been a rough two months ngl with college and my own personal issues BUT I'm doing pretty well overall! Been working on some of my own personal projects, like getting little head shots down for some yandere visual novel ocs(as I have started playing yandere vns again!), just trying to do little drawings when I can. I am working on something else though, it's not Mine related sadly, but I still like it and I hope others will as well! I won't talk about it too much in case the same thing that happened with Mine happens with this project. Although I have done a bit more thinking with Mine, I definitely don't think the demo is going to be worth the wait(the idea that I have in my mind for how the demo is going to be is not what I imagined it to be like at all at first), but at this point I just want SOMETHING out and then I'll continue to add and add onto it and polish it up. so sadly I wont be using music or backgrounds I made for the demo like how I wanted to, I'll be using free to use music and backgrounds and then eventually I'll add my own music and backgrounds. At this point I don't think the sprites will even be completely finished either, they'll most likely be lined(if that) and flat colored(if I'm doing sketch refs then I'll add a bit of shading) and then eventually I'll touch them up. Once again I really just want something out after this long, I have ideas for Mine, but I'm lacking in ideas to lead into the ideas that I'm looking forward to the most. I kind of went into Mine having high expectations for myself and it's taking me so long with little progress so I'm feeling pretty defeated in that aspect, sorry to everyone who's been waiting and waiting, I would like to get the demo out in the summer but also I don't want it to be like an empty promise or anything but I do want the demo out this year most definitely, even if it's short and unpolished. I have no plans on cancelling Mine but it's also just not my main focus, I have like 50+ stories which is way too many but also I hold them all very closely to my heart and I've never been good at focusing on just one project at a time(hence why I got so many stories) but some of these other projects I have I'm more interested in then Mine. Sorry this went on so long, overall I'm fine I just also think about my stories a lot and wanted to let you all know about my plans with Mine and my plans for my future projects. Thank you for asking, I hope that you and everyone else is also doing fine and taking care of yourselves!! make sure to drink plenty of water and get some good sleep tonight🩵🩵🩵🩵

#💝-minevn #visual novel #yandere vn #🎤-asks #🌟-abt star #thank you to everyone for being so patient with me and the development of Mine! #it is appreciated greatly! #I don't plan of talking about my other projects a lot until their demos are almost finished or until they're out #Anyways I care about you all and hope that you all are having a good time and taking care of yourselves🩵

[dear-mrs-otome]

Silvio Ricci - Maid Event - Another Terrible Summary

(Silvio: “It’s not so bad having you around...”)

Here is my absolutely irreverent and chock full of hyperbole, only nominally-guaranteed-accurate rendition of Silvio’s event story + premium ending. There will be mistakes. I hope you still enjoy it regardless. Do note there is some continuity with prior stories, where Emma references the pretend lover events of the past!

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“Prince Silvio…what is this?” Emma asks.

“Huh? It’s should be obvious just from looking at it. Unless your eyes are blind?” he replies, his words setting her hands shaking.

This morning, Silvio had appeared at her room kicking her door in as he usually does, shoving something at her without comment. It was a navy blue dress, sewn from fine silk, with a lacy apron and the Benitoite crest embroidered on one sleeve. Garter belt, stockings, even shoes - the whole shebang.

“It looks like a maid outfit to me,” she finally replies, and he scoffs at her obvious answer.

She wonders what exactly he wants her to do with this, and he tells her she’s got five seconds to get dressed, much to her utter horror.

When she finally recovers from her shock, she manages a protest. “Why do I have to be your maid?!” Not just that, but why out of the blue like this?

He explains that all of the Benitoite servants are busy on errands today, leaving him without any. She still protests that this is ridiculous, but he only frowns and tells her to be quiet - and hurry up and change or else he’ll strip her himself. 

“Do that and I will bite you,” she warns. “Literally!”

He grins for her to go ahead and try, he’ll make sure it’s a diplomatic offense…and she realizes his gaze is completely serious here. There’s no way the tyrant is taking no for an answer on this.

~~~~~~

“Happy?!” she asks him when she walks into the drawing room where he’s gone, after changing into the outfit.

He glances up from the chair he’d been lounging in, looking over documents, and frowns. Criticizing the way she’s got the uniform on, leaving her to grouse to herself over the first thing he says being nitpicky, when he tosses aside the paper and reaches up to retie the slightly crooked ribbon at her neck. 

“Thank you,” she concedes. “You have a very deft touch.”

“Idiot. You’ve just zero refinement.”

She’d never though the day would come when she’d hear Silvio describe her as coarse and unpolished, and she can’t help feeling a little embarrassed. Only made worse when he wonders aloud if this is gonna work out - if she’s going to be his maid, she can’t half-ass things, whether that be her work or her appearance.

Aaaand he’s ridiculously strict, she thinks. 

She fires back that it’ll be fine, but she’s not about to work for free either. If she does this, she’s expecting some compensation.

“Ha, who do you think I am?” he smirks. “You’ll be well rewarded. Now let’s go.”

His sudden command takes her by surprise, as he gets up and makes immediately for the exit, leaving her to hurry after him. “Prince Silvio -”

“That’s ��Master’,” he corrects her.

“....Master, can I ask what your schedule is today?” she grudgingly complies.

He rattles it off for her - eight client meetings, one luncheon, one dinner party, and five inspections. Leaving her overwhelmed at the sheer number of things. “Your job today is to work hard for me, alright?”

“....That’s not alright,” she sulks.

He reminds her that a maid always has a smile for her master, not a sour face, as he stops to look back and pinch her cheek with his fingers.

Why is it always HER he chooses for this kind of stuff? she wonders….but resigns herself to making the most of this ridiculous fiasco by using it as an opportunity to observe.

~~~~~~~~

“This particular piece of jewelry is a sample, but we are thinking of mass-producing it for the common folk.” The mansion of a wealthy jewelry merchant is their first stop of the day. She stands behind Silvio where he’s leaning back on the couch, looking over the samples laid out for him - waiting patiently with a smile to be called upon, like a good maid.

Not that she really knows the first thing about how to be a maid, but she’s hoping this is passable.

Silvio seems unimpressed by the drop in quality accompanying the effort at producing the pieces in large quantity, at least for the price they’re suggesting, and he counters that if they can produce something a grade higher than this he’ll consider investing in a factory.

“At the same price?!” the merchant sputters. “That’s…”

“You’re spending too much on raw materials,” Silvio tells him, before calling out to Emma. “...Maid.”

“Y-y-yes?!” Flustered by being called on suddenly, she lets out a loud strangled yelp of a reply, and Silvio turns his gaze down for some reason. 

She’s panicking, thinking she’s totally screwed up, as he keeps his head down, hiding his face. “Give me the documents.”

No, that’s not it…she realizes, when he holds his hand out towards her expectantly and she can see it’s trembling, as if he’s suppressing something.

Unbelievable…is he laughing?? She’s fuming, indignant, because even she can get nervous sometimes! And when she hands the papers to him with a little more force than necessary, he takes it and clears his throat. His expression all stiff.

He tells the merchant how they have similar setups in Benitoite, and offers the info on them as a frame of reference, which the merchant thanks him for. Commenting on how he’s never seen such meticulous documents before.

Silvio points out that messy ones are pointless for a businessman, and Emma realizes that it was Silvio himself who created them. She’d noted how neat and meticulous they were, and is surprised to find it was his own work…and vaguely impressed.

He stands then, and she realizes the meeting is over. Hastily making her way to the door to open it for him.

“I’ll be back in a week. I want results by then,” Silvio tells the merchant, before taking his leave. 

~~~~~~~~

The moment they make it into the waiting carriage, Silvio bursts out laughing. “Don’t be intimidated in business meetings, woman. It’s distracting.”

Hells, he totally did notice, she thinks with chagrin. “I’m sorry. I was just trying to figure out the correct way to act.” She’s never worked as a maid before, obviously, and when she’d tried to move she’d tensed all up.

“You don’t have to be nervous. Just stand there with your head held high, that’s all you need to do. Don’t stress over every single little manner - as long as you do what your master asks, I won’t complain. We’re dealing mostly with merchants today, not nobles. Nobody cares all that much about proper manners,” he tells her. “I’m all about results. Remember that.”

“...Alright,” she agrees. Admitting to herself that might have made her feel a little better, when he puts it that way. Maybe that’s why he said as much…?

But she dismisses that idea immediately as unbelievable.

He asks if she knows what her master wants now, and wracking her brains she asks if it’s a drink. But her answer only earns her a scowl. “Idiot, I’m asking you to hand me the documents for the next meeting.”

Hurriedly she digs them out of the bag they’d brought along in the carriage, and he grins and asks if he should make her turn about three times and bark if she messes up again - doggo obedience style.

“Absolutely not!” she retorts, even more determined now to do her best and not let him make a fool of her. 

She makes it through the next meeting with that determination, and the dizzying pace continues after that. Through demands for her to retrieve his stuff, to taking notes on the negotiations, to having her serve him at the luncheon (which almost ends in a spilled disaster but she saves it at the last second) - she does her best to carry out her duties properly.

Until they finally arrive at the last engagement of the day, and she’s exhausted. This party is the last thing on Silvio’s schedule, and she’s clinging to the fact that this will all be over soon. There’s no need for her to be right at his side during a party like this, so she’s free to hang back somewhere within eyesight, at the ready if he were to call. 

She can see him a short distance away, surrounded by merchants, but notes that he doesn’t look tired in the slightest. Is being as busy as this just everyday for him?

“Pardon me…aren’t you Prince Silvio’s maid?” A portly man, wine glass in hand, approaches her.

“I am. What can I do for you?” she asks him, noting that he smells strongly of alcohol. 

Maybe it’s because he’s drunk that he looks at her so frankly, observing that even for a maid it’s got to be boring just standing there. “This is a merchant’s gathering - you don’t have to keep up some noble’s decorum. How about a drink for you, maid?”

She thanks him politely for the invitation, but declines - though the man seems uninterested in taking no for an answer as he puts his hands around her waist and pulls her closer, to her dismay. “I’ve got some delicious drink over there. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it too.”

There’s no one at all over in the place he’s referring to, and a shiver of unpleasant premonition runs through her. Acting rudely here would besmirch Silvio’s name…but…

She stomps on the foot of the man trying to pull her off to the deserted corner, and he lets out a cry, giving her the change to slip away as his arm loosens around her. 

“Why you little…” the man begins furiously. 

“Hey. What are you doing?”

Startled, she realizes that Silvio has come up behind her without her noticing, and she starts fretting over what to do - he looks pissed. Of course he would be, she figures - stomping on a man’s foot is hardly ‘proper’ behavior for a maid. “I’m sorr- mph?!”

Her apology is cut off by Silvio’s hand clapping over her mouth. “I wasn’t asking you.” He throws a sharp glare at the fancy man. “What do you want with my maid?”

“N….no, nothing, I’m so sorry!” The man manages a faster escape than she’d ever have expected from someone as portly as him.

Did Silvio just…protect her? When he pulls his hand back and she turns around, she finds him laughing his ass off at the guy running away with his tail between his legs after being shot down by a woman. “It would have been even more entertaining if you’d been wearing heels.”

“You’re not going to chew me out?” she asks, to his confusion. “Doesn’t the way a maid acts reflect on your reputation?”

He scoffs at the idea that any one thing she could do would possible hurt his reputation, smoothing a hand over her hair before ruffling it up messily. “There’s assholes like that at every one of these gatherings. If you don’t show them you mean business, they’ll take advantage of you.”

Silvio never tells her to simply put up with anything, she realizes. He encourages her to push back when anyone tries to trample her dignity, regardless of being a maid. Regardless of how her actions might cut into his bottom line or affect his profits - he doesn’t seem to care. 

She has to admit to herself, she respects that sort of thing. And the ideas been percolating for awhile now, but she’s certain that deep down Silvio is a good person.

“But…I’m not putting up with the rudeness,” he warns her.

“Oh no, Master certainly has a generous heart, so I think he’ll forgive me,” she counters saccharinely.

“That’s what’s so cheeky about you,” he smirks, the expression on his face pleased despite his words, and she’s taken aback by the sight.

No, no, no way, she tells herself. We are not getting all fluttery over this.

~~~~~~~~

When all is said and done, it’s late by the time they return to the castle. Silvio’s kept up appearances in public perfectly, but the second they walk into his room he collapses on the bed with an exhausted sigh that has her realizing he was putting up a front all along.

He bites out a curse at all the things crammed in today, and she agrees that he’d overcrowded his schedule. “Is it always like that?”

He says he doesn’t think he could keep up with a schedule like that if it was, and she does note that he looks absolutely wiped. Not even trying to lift the face he’s got buried in a pillow. She wonders if he’s going to just pass out as is, and thinks it’s a maid’s strange sort of privilege to see him like this. 

Maybe he would rest better without her, though. Aloud, she takes her leave, and turns to go - 

Only for Silvio to turn his face towards her while still lying down. “Wait. Who said you have leave to go?”

“But you can’t rest when I’m here,” she protests. 

He waves it off. “Don’t care. A maid is supposed to serve her master until he goes to bed.”

She tries to point out that he’s already there, but he corrects her - he’s not sleeping yet. 

He certainly looks like he should be, to her, as he pulls himself to sitting up and a yawn escapes him. “Soothe me, woman.”

“Sorry, what?”

He tells her he’s in the mood for some R&R right now. “I don’t care how you do it. If I’m satisfied, I’ll let you go.” She starts to protest, but he cuts her off. “Of course, you won’t disobey your master, will you? If I’m not satisfied, we’ll spend the night together, so brace yourself for that, alright?”

ENDING CHOICE - PREMIUM

The night….together?!?! No no no no NO ABSOLUTELY NOT. Her mind races as she wracks her brain, trying to come up with some way to satisfy him. The only thing she can think of is one of the oldest tricks in the book - one she’s sure he’ll enjoy, given how exhausted he seems.

“If I may…” She moves around behind Silvio where he’s sitting on the bed, barely managing to keep her balance on the mattress sunk by his weight as she scoots closer. All while Silvio is trying to keep a distance from her as if wary of something.

“Wait, what are you going to do?” he asks. 

“What do you mean? I was thinking of rubbing your shoulders.”

“Stop messing around. Nobody said anything about rubbing shoulders!” He scowls at her. 

She protests that it’s the gold standard when it comes to helping someone relax, but he flatly rejects the idea altogether. She’s shocked to hear that there’s anyone in the world who doesn’t like having their shoulders rubbed, and he’s still frowning thunderously at her despite her not intending to mess with him.

She can’t quite smother her little laugh and smile at the sight of his grumpy face. “Maybe…you’ve never had your shoulders rubbed, Prince Silvio?” Silence is the only answer she receives, before she goes on, amazed. “It’s such a good feeling, but the richest man on the entire continent has no idea what it feels like…”

He warns her not to get carried away, but she assures him she’s not poking fun at him. She just honestly wants him to enjoy the feeling. “Why not at least give it a try and see how it goes? I’ll make you feel as nice as I can.”

“I said I don’t want it!”

“....Are you shy, is that it?” She asks, to his incredulousness. “Is that why your face is all red?”

He flinches, eyes going wide, as she points out it’s pretty suspicious the way he keeps running away from her too.

Until he finally tsks as she corners him, grabbing a bottle of drink off the side table and taking pulls directly from the bottle, not even bothering with a glass.

What the heck is he doing that for, just out of nowhere? she wonders. (It’s called liquid courage, Emma my dear LOL)

Wiping the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand when he finishes, he turns his back to her on a frown. “Well, if you’re going to do it, then do it.”

“Really?”

“Hurry up before I change my mind,” he warns.

Coming to kneel behind him, she places her hands on his wide shoulders, recalling the various pressure points she’d read about in books as she slowly works her fingers, trying to loosen him up. Presumably because he’s not used to it, Silvio is tense beneath her touch.

“You’re pretty stiff,” she notes, but he doesn’t reply. “How is it? My friends all say I’m pretty good.”

“You’re surprisingly strong,” he concedes.

“Yes, it’s from carrying all those books - I mean, uh, I ah…work out, in case I’m attacked by some ruffians.” She’d almost stuck her foot in her mouth and blown her whole cover story with the reference to her bookstore job.

Silvio doesn’t seem to be paying her slip-up any mind though, as he sits there and rubs a hand over his chest. “No wonder you’ve got no charm.”

She kind of rolls her eyes at that, and they lapse into silence as she works…until Silvio starts to doze off, his head drooping. He really does look like he’s about to pass out at any moment, to her. 

“You can go ahead and sleep,” she offers. Knowing that if he does, she’ll finally be released from this whole maid thing. 

He seems to agree…but the moment he turns around, her whole field of view is turned upside down, leaving her flailing to catch up to what just happened. Realizing that he’s pushed her back down on the sheets, Silvio lying alongside her. She hastily tries to sit up, but before she can, he’s got her wrapped up as tightly as he can in his arms. 

Her heart begins pounding so hard that it feels as if it’s bruising itself on the inside of her ribcage. 

“I said you could sleep, I said nothing about dragging me into this!” she cries.

He counters slyly that it’s alright if it means soothing her master, and she scoffs aloud if it’s really possible to relax like this. 

“Oh yeah,” he says on a grin. “It’s very satisfying to see the woman who teased me so much all flustered and flailing around now, isn’t it?”

So it’s revenge, she realizes, as he tucks her up tight against him. “Even though you don’t like being touched?”

He points out that she was the one ballsy enough to suggest a shoulder massage when she knew he doesn’t like being touched, and she doesn’t have any answer for that save an awkward laugh.

“Well…it wasn’t bad,” he finally admits.

So he DID like it, she realizes…but then reminds herself that’s not the point right now. The two of them locked in perpetual battle, back and forth, even when simply conversing. Unable to free herself at all.

“....Why?” she finally asks, out of the blue.

“Why what?”

“I’ve been wondering this for awhile,” she begins. “Wondering why, if you don’t like women, you keep messing with me?”

“I’ve told you plenty of times. It’s to get under that damned dog’s skin.”

‘Damned dog’ means Rio, of course. For some reason unknown to her, Silvio seems to consider him his enemy. But… “Would you let a woman you hate stay with you all hours of the day just to harass someone?”

Awhile back, he’d had her play the role of his lover, and today the role of his maid. She doesn’t understand why.

She holds his gaze as she poses her question.

Only to have Silvio avert his somewhat awkwardly as he says it’s something he’s just gotta put up with too.

She has no reply for that, trying to process the fact that he claims he is using her despite his own antipathy to get to Rio no matter what. Something sharp, like a thorn, needling her heart at the thought. 

No, you already knew that, she tells herself. What did you honestly expect?

A feeling wells up inside of her that shunts that thorn aside. “I see, I see. So, totally against your will, you appointed me a maid?” He’s silent, unanswering, as she goes on. “Then I mustn’t disappoint, right?”

“Huh?” he asks, eyes going wide in alarm. 

“If I don’t pester you to the point where you beg me for mercy and say no more, then you’ll just keep ‘putting up with it’ and use me again.” 

She’s well aware of the fact that the man before her is the prince of another country, and she’s obligated to respect him. But that has no bearing on the feeling rising in her…so she puts her hand at his waist, and tickles him.

“Stop! Cut that out, damned woman!!” Silvio immediately cries.

Definitely ticklish at the waist, she thinks with unholy glee, as the arms he had her clamped tightly in place with loosen and he leaps up. But she gets to her feet as well, hands raised in prime tickling position before her as she moves closer to him. “I spent my one precious day off at your beck and call…and all you can say is it wasn’t your idea of fun either?” She points out this seems like a pretty fitting way for her to exact her revenge.

“That’s not what I said!” he protests.

“You basically did! Tomato tomahto!” she accuses.

“No! I put up with it because I don’t hate it!” His face reddens as he finishes. “It’s not so bad having you around…”

She freezes, stunned, and they both stare at each other silently. By the time his words finally sink in, her whole body is burning up. Reeling still from the so-called tyrant’s unexpected admission, a strangely electric air stretching between them, bittersweet and awkward.

Silvio opens and shuts his mouth repeatedly, never managing a sound, before turning his back on her as if to escape. “...I’m going to take a bath.”

“I’ll get a change of clothes then!” she hurriedly offers, grateful to be saved from the moment. He heads into the bathroom as she looks for clothes - grabbing some along with a dalmatian-print shirt and following. 

Only to be startled all over again when she walks in to find he’s already begun undressing. She hastily puts the clothes down nearby so as to avoid as much of an eyeful of nearly-nekkid Silvio as she can, and tries to make her excuses. “Alright, then I’m off!”

“Wait.” He grabs her by the back of the collar as she tries to go, and she’s almost ready to cry on the spot. “The deal was you worked until I fell asleep, wasn’t it?”

Stammering, she asks what more he wants - is she supposed to wash his back or something? But he only smirks at that, observing that he didn’t expect her to make such an offer.

This is bad, very bad, she’s thinking, as he goes on. “Well, how about you do just that then?”

“I was joking!!” she cries, but he grins and asks if she’s deaf. “Are you a sleaze?!”

“Alright, wash my hair and back,” he orders, taking delight in her raging as he leans in, his lips at her ear as he chuckles wickedly. “Serve your master wholeheartedly?”

Why though…why is her heart pounding so much, when it’s Silvio we’re talking about here??

~~~~~~~~

You can find the epilogue here.

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri silvio #spoiler #spoilers #ikemen prince spoilers #ikepri spoilers #my two precious idiots #my two precious babies #they deserve each other AND the world #ikepri jp summary #OK BUT ALSO THE WAY HE'S LIKE FIGHTING SLEEP BECAUSE CLEARLY HE WANTS TO HAVE HER AROUND LONGER #a precious dork

[altontowersfireworks]

rough and really unpolished concept of a sequel of sorts to "Smile. Always."

This sequel is named "Smiling. Everywhere.", it all begins with the few entries of a late 2013-early 2014 blog that belongs to a long-time Alton Towers fan going by the username of "towerskinsley047". The blog at first seems like a typical small park blog with little to no following, weirdly enough this 'Kinsley' hasn't posted in a while. Perhaps the blog entries might give an answer to that question...

BLOG ENTRY 1

The first entry is quite casual, recorded in a room filled with things related to the park, with "towerskinsley047" introducing herself happily to the camera followed by a small tour of her room and all the park trinkets she has, in between one of her rambles she states ''I'm recently getting interested in 'X-Sector', especially things related to its story and all the wacky things surrounding it! I'm currently writing a few theories i have on certain topics of its lore even if isn't much to look around currently...'', the rest of the video goes fine with nothing odd going on.

BLOG ENTRY 2

The second entry is about 'Kinsley' speaking about her story on how she got into the whole lore thing of the park, with 'X-Sector' on the lightspot. She excitedly explains things like how despite there wasn't much, she has been researching a few possible connections and implications surrounding the sector since, including the whole deal with ''Smile. Always.'' and what could have happened in the aftermath.

BLOG ENTRY 3

The third entry isn't a camera recording but rather a 2013-2014 style windows movie maker video with those cheesy transitions, effects and low quality towers music in the background, titled ''Weird stuff at towers!! 0_o!!". The video begins with that usual blue-and-white text screen, where she explains that she had gone to the park alone a few days ago, she states that she had fun and took pictures. The video continues with the pictures being shown in a not-so-good quality but enough to see what's up, then it changes back to the text screen with ''i thought they were normal pictures...but!! at closer look there is weird people in all of them!! omg o-o!!", followed by the pictures being zoomed in to see that in all of them there is people in formal black outfits wearing hats and glasses that seem to be observing 'Kinsley' from a distance or are just there, followed by another text screen with "who r they??? perhaps its just ppl in a business trip or a promo for a new ride soon and im being a scaredy cat, silly me!! what do u guys think??? leave ur thoughts in the replies!!" and the video ends.

BLOG ENTRY 4

The fourth entry returns to camera recording in her room, 'Kinsley' looks quite tired with clear signs of no sleep, she begins by apologizing about no uploads for a while, saying she had problems with sleeping and that 'weird nightmares' about the park had been chasing her lately no matter what she did in an attempt to solve her troubles. She thought that it was just her mind playing games on her, there was no way this was the doings of...something else...right? She continued on saying some of her friends were doing the same things as her and didn't show any signs of said nightmares or similar, wondering why was it happening to her only.

BLOG ENTRY 5

The fifth entry is now located in somewhere a bit more closed like a basement of sorts. Her face is obscured and a board with a few connected dots and pins is behind her, 'Kinsley's' voice sounds very raspy and exhausted. She explains that she has been extensively researching everything of the ministry and 'X-Sector' from start to present, finding any information she could get her hands on even if it seemed there was dead ends at times, then casually stated she felt a strong need 'to see it all' that grew on with time and that she hasn't slept in two days but that it was 'worth it' and that 'she was really happy about her efforts anyway'.

BLOG ENTRY 6

The sixth entry is surrounded in a dimly lit room, the board behind 'Kinsley' is now filled from top to bottom with dots and pictures of different things like pictures of people involved, the rides, parts of said rides, specific items, pictures of black holes and so many other things like sticky notes or scrambled writings. Her voice sounds panicked, trying to fake a tone of calm in the process. "H-hey, um...it has been a while, those nightmares keep getting worse and uh- yeah- um- i don't want to disclose much but it has been a while since i've gone outside though...i guess a small break for a few days at towers can't be bad, i need to distract myself from this rabbithole."

LAST ENTRY (BLOG ENTRY 7)

The last entry shows a recording with vague audio, 'Kinsley' is nowhere to be seen but the camera is simply laying in the table of a room in somewhere unknown. The room is mostly dark with the few details of it visible being the front door of said room outlined by bright artificial lights of what seems to be a hallway, a few papers filled with rapid doodles of spirals and happy faces stuck to the walls with some on the floor and the oddly patterned table, all of the sudden sounds of flashing lights, machinery noises and laughter erupt in the distance, the laughter becomes louder and louder as the recording abruptly cuts.

"towerskinsley047" hasn't uploaded since.

#nyan's random concepts

[dancer-nguyen]

Why artist should write?

Why tho?

Because I hate my art most of the time, and I think you hate your art most of the time, too.

Stress, pressure, self-doubt, comparing to others, all these stuff fill my mind when I try to draw something. "I must make something good, I have to, as good as the 5000 pins I saved on Pinterest".

These thoughts overwhelm your mind, basically.

Arts are supposed to make us feel better, they are supposed to be our instrument of expressing our thoughts and clear the burden in our mind. So why are we, artists, always filled with negative thoughts?

Have you ever felt this way: constantly changing the sketch, fine-tuning the smallest pixel of the lineart while thinking that this piece will go nowhere and you are a terrible artist, and finally you block down some color+shadow and whoaaaaa it suddenly clicks: "I actually feel something from this piece"

The "click" is something I would like to call "the-stage-which-your-art-begin-to-express-your-ideas-and-feelings". Until we reach this stage, we cannot express our ideas, gestures need to be drawn, line art needs to be polished, colors need to be blocked, shadows need to be shaded, and I-don't-know-why-but-it-looks-good filters like grain and chromatic aberration needed to be added.

We have to go through everything so that our art becomes "something". Until that something appears, our mind just keeps filling with our own negative thoughts to the point that it is overwhelmed. I give up most of the time before my art actually becomes something. Thousands of sketches and line art are wasted just because I cannot push myself a little bit more.

But hey, who said the only way to dump our negative thoughts is by pushing ourselves to finish the piece?

The way I choose is writing

(ironically, another form of Arts).

Writing is a great way to express yourself! Unlike art, where the learning curve can be tough and a bit discouraging, writing is more forgiving. All you need is the ability to write, and you're good to go.

Don't be afraid of writing. It's a personal medium, so there's no need to polish your writing to the same extent as you do with your art. It's like sketching - just put your thoughts down on paper. However, not all artists can express themselves through sketching alone. So while telling them to "just sketch and don't worry about how it looks" may not create any more negative thoughts, it may not necessarily get rid of existing ones.

I have a notebook where I write every thought in my head down. And so far it has been filled with neat writing, bad writing, skeletons, nude figures, random shaded spheres, letters I want to send to my favorite YouTuber but I just don't have the courage to do so, and so so much more. And so far, it has been nice. Sometimes I'm just too tired to write (literally every day lol) so I just flip back and forth and see all the things I have made, unpolished, unaffected by my crippling perfectionism. And oh boy after that I just had more motivation and ended up writing anyway.

You can just journal random stuff that pops up in your mind, both negative and positive, no need to polish anything. And done, your mind is clear now and you can focus on the piece of art yayyyyyy.

Actually you're just gonna fall into an endless cycle of being stressed, finding something to relieve it, pushing yourself to finish the piece, being happy after completing it, and finally being stressed about the next piece.

But the thing is not about the endless cycle of pain, it's about how we deal with it. After all, living itself is painful, but by dealing with the pain and finding ways to enjoy our lives, our existence becomes meaningful. P/SS: Writing is actually really good for noting down inspirations and composing your future pieces. Sometimes I just write prompts for my character designs or environment designs because I don't wanna sketch them out. Later I will re-read the prompt and imagine all kinds of different stuff I can make. (I learned this from that chapter of Bakuman, when the illustrator tells the story writer to use only words to describe his ideas instead of using sketches, the illustrator can have more freedom in designing the pages)

#art #art block #journal #art tips #art thoughts #abstract art #digital painting

[mister-eames]

ok ok ok using that she & him music video to fuel my arthur agenda!!! that opening scene where jgl is looking all fine &fancy in his suit with his slicked back hair...& then he's just munching the hell out of that sandwich/burger or whatever & wiping his face in all his unpolished & uncouth glory!!??? that's arthur!! yeah, he looks fancy as fuck but he's not!! mr 'talk with his mouth full, elbows on the table, foul mouthed' arthur!! the dichotomy of man* (*namely one named arthur). I love him

YES NONNIE, YOU GET IT! Arthur looks refined and beautiful af but he is uncouth, he is fifty shades of street-rat, he is a boor.

This scene!! Saito is eating very, very neatly, excellent posture and so does Cobb mostly, they both drink their wine gripping the stem, very prim and proper, right --- meanwhile Arthur is just fucking...splayed all over the table.

For comparison:

Not to mention this infamous salad scene you mention above -- elbows on the table, talking with his mouth full, the way he holds his fork !!!!

The subtle body language!!! The difference in posture !!! I think it's partly that Arthur just doesn't care to woo clients of elevated status ("We're here to work") and partly that he is just that way -- rougher around the edges. These are just a couple of examples and not to pick on dear Arthur but I love that for all intents and purposes he looks polished and then he just... has all these chips in his veneer. Maybe his 'vulgarity' is why Eames is so taken with him idk - I just think he's neat. And lovely. I think he worked really hard at refining himself, into being as educated as he could be with what little resources he had. Good for him!! I am here for the Arthur agenda!!!

#i cannot shut up about this when prompted #i love ALL iterations of arthur #all origins #all kinds of arthur #arthur - he's the best!!! #but if you give me man who learned to mend bc he couldnt afford new clothes #cant bake or cook for shit but can make the most amazing meals out of canned food #picks food out of teeth with his nails #ALSO strangegeologys sniff testing!! #then i am immediately in love i will marry you #he is a gentle man #maybe not a full gentleman but he is a gentle man and thats what counts #arthur #inception

[empressyu123]

The journey of our choice

chapter 1- who is it?

Ego: good evening unpolished gems i have an announcement to make.

everyone turns to his attention as they listen in

Ego: The JIA is making a party for all the players here,

Some scoffs can be heard and some tool their eyes

Ego: we will be having a gathering of everyone one family of choice. It can be anyone you want, all this is for the media to see the relationship with family.

Isagi’s eyes widen and in hope has he is in his own thoughts as Ego keeps talking.

then once everyone goes to take their calls Isagi goes to his room to dial a number

Isagi waits as the phone rings

??: …

Isagi: ah! hey i wanted to call you and tell you about…

after explaining the voice on the phone laughs

??: … … ..

Isagi: You’re coming tomorrow? thank you so much! i can’t wait to see you again, bye!

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one fine day in blue lock Isagi yoichi is looking happier then ever. The others are questioning why he’s constantly looking at his phone. They encounter a new person

Isagi: *looking at his phone happily*

Some people are at lunch whispering about Isagi.

Nagi: Ne why is Isagi so happy?

Bachira: Yea, why is Isagi smiling at his phone so much?

Chirgiri: Normally Nagi’s the one on his phone all day, it’s weird seeing him like this

Hiori: yea… it’s been like this since this morning.

Kurona: maybe, maybe it’s because of the gathering tonight?

Yukimiya: Probably not you saw his face when they announced that. he didn’t look that bothered about it.

Isagi gets started as he gets a ping and looks at his message then smiles brightly.

Nanase: Maybe he has a girlfriend?

Bachira: No way, he would have told me that if he did. I’m his best friend!

Chigiri: (Rolls his eyes) yea right, even if he does have a girlfriend he won’t tell you everything just because of that.

Reo: well… we could ask him if he does then?

everyone looks at each other nervously when Nikki suggested

Nikko: maybe some happened to Kaiser, normally he’s this happy when something bad happens to him-

the doors burst open

Kaiser: Oh Yoichi! let’s play~

Ness: Yoichi you better not ignore Kaiser~

everyone there: (speak of the devil)

Kaiser: Yoichi, Yoichi, Yyyoooiiiichhhi~

Isagi: *looking up from his phone, then smiles*

this takes everyone by surprise even Kaiser and Ness.

Isagi: sorry i can’t entertain you today naked emperor, i’m in a good mood today and i’d rather you not effect it with your bullshit. *laughs*

Isagi gets up from his seat, everyone is still shocked and frozen and watch as he walks away.

snapping out of their trance they decided not to think about it to much

but there was only thing on everyone’s mind was: (what the fuck was that?)

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training with Munchin Bastard, Uber and PxG

the PxG watches the small match between Bastard and Uber

Hiori: Get the ball!

Isagi: i’ve got it!

Yukimiya: not so fast Egoist!

Raichi: Fat chance!

Kurona: Here, here!

everyone was zoned out and focused on practice

Isagi: i’ve got it! *about to score*

Barou: *blocks his goal* did you forget about us Donkey!?

Akiu: let’s get this started!

Lorenzo: Okay 50 million~

after that small match a woman comes up to them

Anri: Isagi! someone calling you,

Isagi: Hm? oh, thanks! *smiles, then takes the phone and leaves*

everyone watches as he leaves

Shidou: Whow little isagi doesn’t normally leave practice for calls~

Nanase: i wonder if it’s the girlfriend…

Everyone (except Kurona, Hiori, Yukimiya, Niko and Nanase) looks at nanase: Girlfriend?!

Rin: The hell lukewarm?!

Iguroi: Wh-what?

Akiu: No way!

Ness: it can’t be that shitty clown…

Kaiser:…

Snuffy: what’s this about a girlfriend?

ever turns their heads to the 3 master walking in

Noa: …*raises his brows*

Loki: He has a girlfriend? huh,

Yukimiya: we don’t know for sure if it’s a girlfriend!

Barou and Rin: then why the fuck would you bring that up!

Shidou: Calm down, ya just jealous that ain’t you~

Barou: Shut up donkey!

Rin: I’ll kill you!

as everyone is trying to split up the fight The masters are have their own conversation

Loki: you think it’s true? the girlfriend thing i mean.

Noa: it’s really none of my business

Snuffy: not even when it comes to your favourite protégée?

Noa: i don’t have favourites

Snuffy: whatever you say~

Snuffy: but still it’s is an intriguing thought tho, blue locks hero having a date.

Noa: *sigh*

Loki: hey,

they both turn to the youngest master

Loki: shouldn’t we stop this fight?

Snuffy: i guess we should *look’s tiredly*

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end of chapter 1

#blue lock #isagi yoichi #bllk #blue lock oc #every bllk #i’m new to tumblr #hope you like it #grammar mistakes #bllk spoilers

[evil-weed-wizzzerd]

I'm a firm believer that Jim Hopper should have stayed dead in season 4 of Stranger Things, and the entire Russian communists subplot was a waste of time. Him dying was a good, satisfying end to his character. It's sad, but Stranger Things killed other characters just fine.

The season should have focused more on the kids growing up and maturing. I feel like I barely got to see the characters I started watching the show fore.

Stranger things was originally about kids fighting monsters. the bright colors, the whimsey, and the comedy of the children being children but still having to fight these creatures was people started watching the show fore.

But it felt like they tried to cram too much into too little time. Everything felt rusted, unfinished, and unpolished.

And they would have had Way more time to spend on the actual main characters of the show. If Hopper stayed dead instead of being kidnapped by russians.

As soon as I saw he was alive, I said out loud, "Oh you're kidding me right or what the fuck is going on?" what does this have to do with anything? Why is this here? The show should explode Ell's relationship with Joyce and them bonding over the shared trauma of the losing a loved one. Escially because of was the same person.

It would have been really cool to see Joyce stepping up to be Ell's mom BUT NO FUCKING RUSSIAN COMMUNISTS!?

RRAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

#strnager things #mike wheeler #why is this happening #joyce byers #jim hopper #WHHYYYY #i could write an essay on this #i could go on